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Crash Here Tonight	By : sylvanelfqueen Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 1508 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Crash Here Tonight Author: sylvanelfqueen Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Orlando/Viggo Disclaimer: This never happened, hence the word fiction. The song isn’t mine either, it was written and sung by Toby Keith. It’s called “Crash Here Tonight”. Not making any money off this, so don’t sue me. (I’m broke anyway!) So yep, this was for my own amusement and nothing more. Warnings: Sex, nudity, alcohol consumption, etc. Feedback: Please! Flames will be used to light my campfire and fed to my pet balrog. Email me at: sylvanelfqueen@gmail.com Summary: After a moment of blind passion and lust, Viggo and Orlando each must deal with own issues in order figure out their relationship. Can they be together, or will it fall apart?
oOoOoOoOoOoOo The laughter and the lights in the bar did nothing to lighten the mood of Orlando as he sat alone in a booth. Looking out over the numerous tables and groups gathered; he could see the merriment, something that couldn’t quite reach his own heart. He finished off the drink in his hand and shoved away the empty mug unenthusiastically. His thoughts, though slightly addled by alcohol, meandered back to the phone conversation that he had over two months ago; the long distance call from England that officially put an end to his already rocky relationship. She sounded happy, telling him that she thought it was best they stay friends until he came back home. ‘Maybe we can try it again,’ she had said, ‘when you come home, back to your real life.’ He had asked her what she had meant by that, but his question was drown out by a male voice in the background, one that had affectionately called her ‘baby’. His stomach had hit the ground then jolted back up full force. It took all Orlando could do to make his voice worked when she asked that final question. ‘So, we’re okay then? No hard feelings?’ ‘No.’ he had said like a fool, had let her just waltz right out of his life without a second thought. Sitting here now, he knew there was nothing he could do now, half a world away from her. She had always been one to flirt with other guys, and had cheated on him a few times that he knew of, but he still accepted her back. He had loved her, more than he had loved anyone else. But they were history now, and there was no going back, he knew. A glass plopped down on the table in front of him and Orlando looked up startled to see Viggo sliding into the booth across from him. “Looked like you could use a drink.” He offered as an explanation when the younger man raised a dark eyebrow at the bottle of whiskey that now occupied the space between them. The truth was though, that the older man had been watching Orlando from the bar for quite a while. He had watched as he half- heartedly joked with a few friends before they left, leaving him alone with thoughts that plagued his mind. Viggo knew of his break up with his girlfriend, everyone had known, but only a few knew what it felt like to end a meaningful relationship, himself being one of them. Sitting across from the beautiful man now, he could see why he caused such a buzz. Even with the ridiculous Mohawk he wore for his role, he was exquisite. Dark eyes set in that perfect olive complexion, high, strong cheekbones and a beautifully squared jaw. He looked younger than he was in years and the mischief dancing in his eyes could attest to that. Tonight, however, those dark eyes were filled with naught but sorrow, an emotion that seemed out of place on the normally jovial young face. Viggo wanted nothing more than to put that missing smile back in place. “And you looked like you could use someone to talk to.” Orlando smiled sadly, as he poured himself a shot. “Not much to say.” He downed the drink in a flash and grimaced as it burned his throat. Swallowing thickly, he turned his eyes back to the older man sitting in front of him. “Are you okay, mate? You look a little down in the dumps yourself.” “Yeah, just a lot of stuff on my mind.” Viggo chased his words with a shot of whiskey, then grinned at Orlando. “Let’s get out of here, I’m sick of crowds.” Orlando looked hesitant for a moment. It would be awkward, he thought, going somewhere private with the older man. It was not widely known, but neither a secret, that he wasn’t completely straight. He had a tumble or two with men, as well as women. It was that fact of attraction that bothered him. Ever since laying eyes on the older man, Orlando had been attracted to him. He never pursued him though for fear that he would lose the man’s respect and friendship, something he valued more than a shag or two. Looking at Viggo’s glimmering blue eyes, however, made up his mind. He really didn’t want to be alone tonight, no matter what he told himself. This date held too many memories for him, some that he couldn’t readily drink away. “Sure. As long as there is alcohol, I’m game.” Viggo laughed as they made their way outside into the chilly night air. Orlando hugged his arms closer to his body, wishing he had though to dress in more than a light sweater. A muscular arm wound its way around the younger man’s shoulders and he looked up to see Viggo pulling him close. A knowing smile was on his lips as he rubbed his hands up and down Orlando’s in an effort to warm him up a bit. They climbed into Viggo’s car, and headed off towards his house.
Once they arrived, they entered and Orlando made himself comfortable on the couch while Viggo headed off to get them another drink. As Viggo entered the kitchen, he leaned back against the cabinet and tried to will his heart to slow. Just being near the younger man made him aroused, something quite difficult to hide given the jeans he was wearing. There was no doubt in Viggo’s mind that the younger man on his couch was beautiful. He had pined for him since he had met the younger man. Up until now, however, Orlando had been committed in a relationship and Viggo had vowed he wouldn’t interfere. With them broken up now, Viggo hoped he would get his chance, though he knew he wasn’t ready for a relationship, not in the least. After his disaster of a marriage to his wife, Viggo had refrained from the relationship scene, deciding that maybe he was better off living out the rest of his life single. He was a complex man, and could be completely selfish at some points. He was an artist with a gypsy soul that couldn’t be tied down and satisfied, or so he thought. Grabbing two glasses and a bottle of brandy, Viggo headed back out into the living room where Orlando was reclined on the couch. Smiling, the older man gave Orlando a playful shove as he sat down on the couch next to him and handed him a glass. They sat back for a few moments, sipping their drinks in silence when Orlando broke it. “It’s been two months and I can’t get my mind off her. I know she’s happy with another man and it pisses me off.” Orlando let his head fall back onto Viggo’s outstretched arm. After a moment, he rolled his head so he was facing the man and asked, “Does it get any easier?” “Some days it is, other days it isn’t.” Viggo stared deep into those earthen colored orbs and had to resist the urge to take those lips into his own. “There are some things that can help though.” “Like what?” Orlando turned to fully face Viggo, interested in what would take his mind off his plight. His answer wasn’t in words, however. Viggo’s mouth descended and captured Orlando’s, light and soft at first in feather light touches. Orlando closed his eyes and sighed, moving closer to gain more contact. Viggo eagerly conceded, parting his lips and running his tongue along Orlando’s lips, savoring the taste. The younger man eagerly parted his own, allowing the older man access. For a moment, Viggo’s tongue explored the other’s mouth, before he allowed the younger man the same access. Orlando tasted and tested Viggo’s mouth, curiosity and lust getting the better of him for the moment. When they broke, both were breathing heavily. Viggo cracked his eyes open and watched as Orlando tried to collect his now scattered thoughts. A twinge of regret swept through him as he realized that he may have acted too rashly, acting upon his lust instead of the best interest of his friend. “I’m sorry, that was-” “Amazing.” Orlando opened his eyes and smiled at Viggo. He saw the worry there, but he just shook his head. “I’ve wanted to do that since the first day I met you.” Viggo’s eyebrow quirked as he laughed. “I’ve also had some other things in mind, if your up for it.” The mischief and lust dancing in the older man’s eyes made Orlando smile even wider. He finished off his drink before he leant forward and captured the older man’s mouth again. Before both of them knew it, hands were wandering under shirts and down pants. Orlando groaned against Viggo’s mouth as the older man’s hand did exquisite things to his arousal. Viggo loved the feel of Orlando’s hands all over his chest and back, stroking every inch of skin within reach. A burning heat seared both of their bodies and soon they were both gasping and panting with lust. “Let’s go to the bedroom.” Viggo muttered against the kiss swollen lips of his friend. Without breaking contact, Viggo hauled the smaller man to him and carried him down the hallway to his bedroom where they both tumbled onto the bed. Orlando’s hands fumbled with the buttons of Viggo’s shirt while the older man wrestled with his lover’s sweater. Viggo allowed the shirt to fall free from his shoulders as he pulled Orlando up and removed his shirt. After a few more moments of impatient struggles, both were free of their clothing and lying together on the bed. Viggo topped the younger man, running his hands up and down the lithe body underneath him. The creamy expanses of muscle and skin fascinated him, as did the lovely noises he was able to pull from that sinful mouth. He trailed his mouth down the long column of the younger man’s neck where he lightly nibbled before continuing down to his collarbone. Each kiss and nibbled caused shivers to rush through the younger man’s body, leaving him writhing in pleasure. Viggo continued his conquest down to the slender chest were he took his time in laving and worshiping every inch of skin. “Don’t stop.” Orlando whispered as his hips arched up and ground against Viggo’s. The hardness he felt there made him moan wantonly. He wanted to feel that inside of him, claiming him. “Now, Vig. I need-” His voice was cut off as one of Viggo’s hands trailed down his abdomen and settled at the nest of dark curls. Orlando pushed himself into the older man’s hand, needing the contact, needing to be satisfied. Viggo’s fingers threaded through that fine hair before his fingers ghosted over the hardened shaft. The hips beneath him bucked up into his hand and he tightened his grip. “Wait here one moment.” Viggo gave the shaft a quick squeeze and then his body disappeared from the bed. Orlando lay back on the bed, trying desperately to catch his breath. Never before had his body been worshipped so completely. Viggo’s hands and mouth had caressed every possible inch of him. Propping himself up on his elbows, Orlando looked into the bathroom attached to the room and laughed lightly. All he could see was Viggo’s bare ass as he leant over a drawer in the sink. He could hear muffled curses and things being tossed onto the porcelain countertop. After a few moments, Viggo straightened victoriously and came strutting back into the room holding a bottle of lube and a condom. “I knew I had them somewhere.” Viggo said as he walked back into the room and took in the sight waiting for him on the bed. Orlando lay with his head reclined on the pillows. His face was flushed and his body supine, his legs spread in an open invitation to the older man. As Viggo neared, those dark eyes did a sweep over the older man’s highly aroused body and a seductive smile spread across that sinful face. “Have me” was all he said and Viggo accepted. Coming to lay back on the bed, he opened the bottle of lube and spread some on his fingers. Orlando felt the digit slide back and forth over his entrance and he willed his body still. As the finger slid inside of him, Orlando slammed his eyes shut and his body tensed. Almost immediately, Viggo’s other hand was caressing his face while his lips fluttered over his eyes. “Are you okay, angel? Let me know if I should stop.” Orlando shook his head and forced his eyes open. The concern in Viggo’s eyes made his heart well and he smiled despite the discomfort he was in. “Its just been a while. Go on.” Viggo looked reluctant to comply but did as Orlando requested. He slid his finger all the way in and began to stroke. His finger moved back and forth, slowly relaxing and preparing the god-like body beneath him. After a minute, Viggo slid out and added another finger. This time the tension last only a fleeting moment as Viggo found that magic spot within the younger man. Orlando pushed his hips downward, needing more contact as he was stroked to life once again. Sometime during the caress and passion, a third finger was added. One handedly, Viggo prepared himself, putting on the condom and slicking himself with lube. When he was ready, he pulled his fingers out and immediately put his member at Orlando’s entrance. Viggo draped the long legs of Orlando over his lap, pulling those hips closer to him. Then, with one quick thrust, Viggo sheathed himself fully within the younger man. The pain that seared through Orlando’s body was quickly replaced by immense pleasure as Viggo glided over that sweet spot; his grimace of agony quickly turned to a moan of bliss. Once Viggo was seated fully, he leaned down and captured Orlando’s mouth once again. Slowly, Viggo rocked his hips forward and Orlando met him each time. The pace was lazy, slow, and passionate, but as their desire began to grow, it got a little faster and a little harder. The small thrusts were abandoned for deeper ones. Viggo was sliding almost fully out before plunging in once again, each time driving a little further and further inside the willing man beneath him. Orlando’s hips bucked wildly to meet each thrust, slamming his body into the older man’s, creating a sharp smack as their sweat soaked skin connected. Orlando was moaning and panting in pleasure as Viggo’s girth took him wholly and completely. Viggo was still marveling at how good the younger man felt and how their bodies seemed to meld together and move as one. It seemed so natural for the younger man to be writing underneath him that Viggo almost spoke those deep feelings. Something stirred deep within him and Viggo knew his peak was rapidly approaching. He grasp Orlando’s member and began stoking him hard and relentlessly. Orlando was almost sobbing in pleasure at the dual assault. His peak blindsided him, he cried out as his body shudder and spurted his seed on his stomach. Bright lights flashed before his eyes, though he could see nothing. He was still aware of Viggo milking him, encouraging him to keep going, but his body was completely spent. Viggo thrust four more times before his pleasure hurdled him over his peak. He growled low in his throat as he came inside of Orlando, who despite lying limp underneath him, managed to massage Viggo’s member erotically, milking him the same way he had done to Orlando. Utterly spent, Viggo collapsed bonelessly onto the younger man and let his body try to recover somewhat. After a few moments, Viggo withdrew from the younger man and lazily cleaned them both up before Orlando draped himself over Viggo, already half-asleep where he lay. Viggo welcomed the embrace, silently satisfied at the intimate contact despite the sex they just had. His fingers traced lightly up and down the creamy skin of the body lying next to his. Gently skimming his spine with feather light touches, his skin still alight with passion. The dark haired head that lay across his chest nuzzled closer and a sigh was emitted from those luscious lips. Gazing down at the nude young man where he was draped over his body made something stir in his heart. Words he promised never to say tickled at his lips and he had to bite down hard to keep them to himself. Butterflies started a dance in his stomach and his heart sped up slightly at the thought. Baby I love you. I need you in my life. Say that you need me too. Oh please stay with me forever, love me like I do you. The thoughts rolled around in his head, over and over until they made him dizzy. He wouldn’t jump so quickly, wouldn’t allow himself to get hurt once again. After his divorce, he had decided never again to make a promise he wasn’t able to keep. Love had seemed like bad luck for him, but now he was here, lying with this beautiful man. Staring down at the dark head, he knew Orlando was awake and thinking along the same lines as he, despite the fact that his eyes were closed. Love had taken a part of the younger man away; everyone knew it too. When he broke up with is girlfriend, part of him had disappeared. The young man that was always affectionate and smiling departed, leaving an imposter in its wake. Viggo wanted nothing more than to put that piece of Orlando’s heart back in place, but his own securities kept him from going so far. “Viggo?” The muffled whisper broke the endless train of thoughts and the older man quickly turned his attention to the now rising Orlando. He couldn’t help but smile at the still flushed and sweaty face, the rumpled stripe of hair that ran down the middle of his skull, and the burning brown pools of chocolate that gazed back at him. “I need to get going. Early shoot tomorrow.” His lithe body slid of the other side of the bed and began to pick up his clothes from where they had been tossed in the heat of the moment. Viggo sat up and stared with panicked eyes as Orlando began to dress. “No.” That was all he could think to say, all he could force passed his lips. Orlando turned around with a confused look plastered on his face as he began to pull on his jeans. He feared what would come next from the older man’s lips. He wasn’t any good in a relationship, nor was he ready for such a thing. Love had torn him apart and he wasn’t even close to being whole again. Viggo couldn’t look at him; he was so beautiful it almost hurt. He wanted to tell Orlando all the reasons he wanted him to stay. Beg and plead on his knees until the younger man listened. If he said all his heart desired, he would chase him away, look foolish and young, like a teenager with a crush. Yet if he didn’t say anything, the man he loved would walk right out his door, and may never come back. By now, Orlando was pulling on his shirt with an almost hurt look on his face as his mind ran away with painful memories. Thinking quickly, Viggo moved to stand before him and quickly stilled his hands. Looking up into those deep brown depths, the older man could see all the confusion and pain. Pain of lovers past, fear of the future, and confusion of what his heart truly wanted. Viggo too felt all of these things, yet couldn’t quit figure out how to tell him. “I almost said I love you. Could I really be that kind of guy? See one candle burning in your eye And watch my heart fill up with butterflies. I almost said I need you. I shouldn’t go there anymore, Act like I never been in love before. You probably think it’s my first time.”
Viggo’s smooth and melodious voice drifted in the silence of the room, filling all the voids that Orlando’s heart had. He floated with music and felt himself slowly fall into the older man’s arms. Silent tears slipped down his cheeks as he pressed his face into Viggo’s bare chest, unconsciously humming the tune as the older man kept singing.
“Is this what love is all about? Am I getting’ in too deep? I wouldn’t want to freak you out And make a promise I can’t keep. So close your eyes and hum along And I’ll sing you one more love song. If everything is still alright Why don’t you just crash here tonight?
Long after the song had ended, Orlando stayed in Viggo’s arms, almost afraid the moment would end and all he hoped for would disappear with it. Neither were ready for the next step, but neither could just walk away either. Finally, after what seemed forever, Viggo’s soft voice broke the silence. “Orlando, are you okay?” “Mm-hmmmm.” The mumbled positive lightened Viggo’s heart more than he could guess. His arms relaxed their hold a small amount as he kissed the dark head. “Why don’t you stay here tonight?” Orlando hesitated, unsure of whether he could do this or not. Then after a long silence, he nodded. “Alright.”
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