Scherzo

by Vivi

"Fuck me," Orlando groaned, walking carefully towards his trailer.

It was rather a 'note-to-self' situation; having Sean Bean fall on top of you through twelve takes until Pete was satisfied was one time too many. The nagging ache in his back had turned into a full-out throb and past experience had taught him that he need to lay his arse down and take it easy for a bit, before he ended up laid out permanently. 

Moving at a careful shuffle, he made his way through a few dozen people who were flitting about, finishing things up for the weekend, he supposed. Someone bumped into him hard enough to make him stagger and Orli hissed, moving determinedly onward. The last thing he needed was for someone to start a panic that he was hurt. He'd be surrounded by a group of concerned producers and directors in seconds, and he could live without that added humiliation, thanks very much.

Vicodin dreams tonight, then. It was enough to make his inner horny young man throw an all out tantrum. But there was no way in hell he'd be able to go through the basic calisthenics required to spend an evening with Viggo and Lij. Porn videos and vicodin; ought to make for interesting dreams if nothing else. 

"Orlando?"

He startled before he could stop himself, wrenching his back just a little but enough that spots did a little jig in front of his eyes. He wobbled, braced to hit the ground. A strong arm caught him before he'd barely tilted to the side, holding him steady.

Orli leaned against his savior, embarrassed as hell and distantly pissed that he hadn't spoken up before it had gotten this bad, and fuck his pride, next time he'd tell Pete before his spine felt like defecting to another body. 

"Are you all right?" Uncomfortable and a little embarrassed, and Orli recognized Sean's voice. It was his damned fault too; he should suffer a little discomfort along with him, Orli decided, and he leaned against Sean more deliberately, heard him grunt with the effort of keeping the both of them upright. He sounded a little nervous, "Orlando? Do you need me to call someone?"

"No!" He pulled away a little and gave Sean his best just-fine smile. "Just overdid it a bit, yeah?"

Sean nodded slowly, "Right. You want me to help you back to your trailer?" 

Any other time that would have been a sweet bit of temptation. A little flirting and Orli bet Sean would be a stammering, blushing mess. Would probably be funny as all out and could even be used later as a kind of verbal torture device. It only he felt a little less like hammered shit. 

He was about to refuse when someone else spoke behind them. "I'll help him."

Both of them startled that time, half-forgetting that they were on a set with a few hundred people milling about. 

Viggo was standing only a few feet away, already out of costume, and the expression on his face was enough to send a throb of dread into Orli's stomach. 

He looked chuffed off, that was for sure, and after the 'incident' last week, getting caught all but rubbing against another guy probably wasn't the greatest position to be in. Orli sighed miserably and told himself to stop being stupid. Viggo was demanding, but he wasn't cruel, and it wasn't like he'd caught them sucking each other off in the canteen. 

Sean's arm tightening around him was a bit of a surprise, though, and Orli blinked up at him, frowning as he suddenly realized Viggo's pissed off look wasn't being directed at him after all. Sean was wearing a matching expression, and fuck, if they weren't both acting like arseholes, then. Tired and testosterone did not mix well, and Orli was ready to throw his own hormones into this scuffle, the hell with what either of them thought of it. 

"I can get to my fucking trailer by myself, thanks," Orlando said loudly, shaking Sean off. One flirty look didn't give him the right to act like they were playing finders keepers, and who could've guessed Sean would be a pervert as well? So much for getting him to blush, anyway. Orlando managed to walk to his trailer using every ounce of Elvish dignity he had, ignoring any and all protest his back made until he was safely behind the door. 

Only then did he allow himself to sag against one of the walls, feeling sweat tickling down his sides, and fuck, where had he put his prescriptions? 

The door opened behind him, and Orli muttered a curse at himself for not locking it. He wasn't up to dealing with an annoyed Viggo, physically or mentally. Tiredly, he tried to come up with the proper thing to say in this situation. Viggo was going to be pissed no matter what he said, but Orli would rather it was a temporary pissed rather than a permanent one, and one that might involve a very nice kind of punishment later. 

Something that didn't include giving Lij a shot at his arse. 

He had his speech nearly done in his head, but pausing for a mental revision proved to be his downfall, and Viggo already had a hand on his shoulder before Orli'd uttered a word. 

Well, fuck.

"Here," Viggo said, and to Orli's surprise, he started undoing the buckles on his costume. Careful and efficient, Viggo neatly undid the various fastenings on his tunic, coaxing it down Orli's arms with the minimum of movement. Orli stood like a wax doll, perplexed, and allowed Viggo to move him however he liked, until he was bare from the waist up. 

"Sit," Viggo ordered, and Orli did, on the edge of the sofa and he watched as Viggo hung up his tunic and shirt, laying them carefully aside. Without a word, he knelt at Orli's feet, working his boots off patiently, and without jarring Orli any more than he needed to. As soon as the boots were off, Viggo promptly pulled Orlando's feet into his lap and started massaging them. 

"Viggo..." Orli started, weakly, not even sure why. There were worse things in the world than having Viggo rubbing his feet, pressing his thumbs firmly into the arch until aches Orli hadn't even been aware of started to ease. 

"Shut up," Viggo told him, almost fondly, and Orli did. Like he wouldn't do anything Viggo asked him, or told him, to do, anyway. When Viggo slid his hands higher, tugging at the waistband of his leggings, Orlando lifted his hips without even opening his eyes and let Viggo peel them gently away. 

"Going regimental?" Amused, and Orli pried open one eye to glare at him.

"Boxers show," Orlando informed him tartly, "And I'm not about to wear a pair of y-fronts just to appease your sensibilities."

"I wouldn't dream of imposing." A touch of menace in that quip, and Orlando decided to shut his gob before it got him into trouble. Viggo's thumbs were rubbing tiny circles on the inside of his thighs now, almost enough of a distraction to make him forget his back.

Almost, but not quite, and he winced when he leaned back a little too far, a line of pain twanging its way up, dragging a few other notes of the same along with it. 

"Easy," Viggo murmured, his lips following his fingertips, and Orli sucked in a sharp breath, trying not to squirm. This was as strange as everything else Viggo'd done today. Only rarely did he give blowjobs, and he'd never done anything outside of his room. 

Orlando swallowed hard and closed his eyes, concentrating on the sandpaper touch of Viggo's cheek against his thigh as he lick his way up, drawing little patterns on Orli's skin with his tongue. 

The pressure of Viggo's hands on his knees urged him to spread his legs, and he obeyed, sighing deeply as Viggo dipped down between his thighs and lapped at his balls. One, then the other, like he was making a comparison between them, and then higher, licking all the way up his cock and swirling over the tip. 

It was just too fucking good to believe, watching Viggo almost as brilliant as the feeling of it. His lashes were dark against his cheeks, fluttering almost imperceptivity with the flexing of his cheeks, in and out as he sucked. 

Orli moaned helplessly when Viggo wrapping a hand around his dick and pushed his foreskin down, sliding his tongue beneath it and teasing the ridge at the head, and fuck, this had been worth waiting for, and who could have guessed Viggo could suck cock like this? 

Nibbling and sucking and tasting like Orli's cock was the best treat he'd ever had, both mouth and hand slippery wet with spit and pre-come, and Jesus fuck, the things he could do with his tongue were almost obscene. Fuck, he'd have to teach Orli how to do that one, but the thought was dim, frozen someplace in the sane part of Orli's brain, the part that knew better than to grab Viggo's head and shove down, fingers knotted in Viggo's hair.

The world seemed to have tilted on its side as well, because Viggo just rode it out without protest. His hair was still sticky with whatever the hell they glued their wigs on with and it clung to Orlando's fingers in greasy hanks. The smell of them both was thick in the air, inhaled deeply into Orli's lungs, the gamy stink of sex and unwashed flesh and it just made him want to hunch his hips upward and fuck Viggo's mouth, to make him squeal for once. 

A fruitless dream, that one, held down by most of Viggo's weight on his thighs, and it was Orli who strangled on a whimper when Viggo swallowed him down, deep into his throat in one smooth slide. Viggo hummed deep down in his chest, a delicate vibration that finally pulled a startled yelp from Orlando, and with that one sound the dam broke, and Orli couldn't manage to be quiet again. 

"Ahh...ah...fuck...ah...Viggo, fuck...ah...ahh...that's...f-fuck...fuck,fuck,fuckfuck...ah, shit, Viggo!"

Orgasm came in a burst, Orli's knees jittering against his will, and he poured himself into Viggo's startlingly eager mouth in hot, aching spurts. Cursing almost soundlessly, more shaken than he liked to admit, Orli slumped back on the sofa. He whimpered as Viggo licked him clean, his tongue curling over too-sensitive skin and sighed in relief when Viggo finally released him, letting his cock slip gently away. 

The touch of lips against his own was expected and Orli opened his mouth with a soft sigh. Viggo's tongue thrust deeply inside, filled his mouth with the sour taste of his own come as Viggo slowly fed it to him and Orli licked his mouth eagerly, trying to catch every slippery drop.

"Better?" Viggo murmured into his mouth. Orli found himself nodding dumbly before he even realized it was true. His back still hurt but the sharpest edge of it was eased, and he thought he might actually be able to walk out of here on his own steam. 

"Good." Briskly, and a bundle of clothes was tossed at Orli's head. He caught them automatically, a pair of worn jeans and a tee shirt. "Get dressed and I'll run this over to Costume. And hurry up, Lij is waiting for us."

Naturally, Orli thought wryly, and he could already see the bright jealousy on Lijah's eyes; he hated more than anything being left out. He stepped into his jeans first, wincing as he eased them past his still sensitive dick and fastened them carefully. The tee shirt went a little slower, and when he finally managed to get it over his head, a hand just in front of his eyes startled him, a white pill cupped in the palm.

"And for God's sake, take this before you try walking anywhere." Viggo dropped it into his hand and walked out of the trailer with Orli's costume. 

It was vicodin, Orli saw with relief, and he took it obediently, chasing it down with a swallow of water from a half empty bottle on the table. Easing down on the sofa, Orlando lay back and closed his eyes, basking for just a moment in the lazy heat still throbbing through his groin. He didn't dare stay still long, though, and after a few moments he stood and stepped into a pair of shoes, already feeling blurry and warm. He wondered giddily if sex on vicodin was better than watching porn flicks. 

Lijah was sitting on the stairs of his trailer and Orli very nearly tripped over him. He caught himself just in time, before he managed to put both of them in the hospital, and gave Lijah a curious look.

Lij shrugged. "Viggo told me to wait for you." He didn't look jealous so much as...bored? Orlando wondered how long he'd been waiting. "He told me to help you to the car if you needed help. Need help?" There was no mistaking the taunt in that remark. Orlando gave him a dirty look.

"No, I don't. Obedient little cunt, aren't you?"

"Oh, shut up."

-finis-

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