Beta: Reisling

Author�s Notes: Where the hell did this come from? I have no idea. I�m not a PWP specialist by any stretch of the imagination, but I�m not going to turn down inspiration when it is far too fickle a mistress in the first place. For those who don�t know, Victor Rasuk is the handsome young man who co-starred with Orlando in Haven. He played the character Fritz and is about seven years younger than Orlando.

Orlando let Victor set the pace every time, and in truth, he liked it that way. He liked the way Victor looked up to him, made him feel important and talented and grown-up. Victor had done his own work and really, short of dealing with excessive media attention and managing a crowd at a press conference, Orlando didn�t think he had much to teach him, but he knew how the cocky confidence of completing a project could be destroyed simply by meeting someone who had done more. Orlando himself had had a hard time strutting around about Wilde and Midsomer Murders after he�d met Sir Ian McKellen, and he�d barely processed his accomplishments in Lord of the Rings before he found himself faced with Johnny Depp. The success of Pirates of the Caribbean didn�t even get to take root since Orlando was working almost daily with Sir Peter O�Toole at the time.

Victor was hot; great smile, fantastic body, clever attitude; and Orlando certainly had his share of nightly fantasies, but it seemed wrong to take advantage of a young man�s obvious professional admiration. He enjoyed Victor�s attention and easily contented himself with that.

It had taken Orlando two days on the island in the first place to figure out that Victor�s questions about working on Rings, working with Johnny or Wolfgang Petersen, were an attempt to absorb as much as he could of Orlando�s more extensive experience. And it had taken him a week to figure out that Victor�s touches and invitations to the pub were an attempt to proposition him. Even when he had come to understand all of that, Orlando was so determined to be proper that Victor had had to invite himself along on one of Orlando�s midnight swims and literally pounce on him in the ocean. The hand down his swim trunks made Orlando suspect that his advances might not be seen as improper, to Victor at least.

It turned out that, in addition to his professional actor�s knowledge, what Victor wanted from Orlando was sex. As he explained so eloquently one night, Orlando had done some great work, had enviable talent and charisma that Victor admired and wanted to learn, and he was so fucking hot, Victor�d been jerking off at least three times a day since he�d come to the island.

Victor loved snogging, touching and pawing one another all over. He loved being fucked, Orlando looming over him. He loved kneeling at Orlando�s feet and sucking him off, eyes raised adoringly. Orlando completely understood the instinct, even though the mantle of role model settled uneasily on his shoulders; it was the instinct of any young actor to want to connect with an idol, mentally and physically. The fact that the whole arrangement made Orlando feel like a brilliant actor and sex god didn�t hurt matters, of course. He didn�t care that it wouldn�t last beyond this shoot and neither did Victor. Victor just wanted to learn and have some fun. And for Orlando, after the stress of trying to impress people more experienced than he for at least the last two years, he found it relaxing to be with someone who wanted to impress him for once.

�So hot,� Victor purred apropos nothing as he tilted his head to let Orlando�s mouth explore his neck. He raised his denim-covered hips, rubbing himself against Orlando�s thigh. �Ready now.�

�For what?� Orlando smiled down at him and flicked his tongue across Victor�s lips.

�Checkers.� Victor grinned. �What do you think?�

�Smart arse.� With a parting lick, Orlando leaned over to the bedside table and pulled open the drawer. Victor slid his hands over Orlando�s skin as his bare chest stretched out over him in his search. Orlando rummaged through books and script pages for the foil packet of a condom and the bottle of lube.

�Who�ve you liked working with most?�

�How do you mean?� Orlando frowned as his fingers continued to find only script pages and books. �Bloody hell, where�s the condoms?�

Victor�s hand stroked up Orlando�s outstretched arm with a lusty sigh. �Like, just hanging out with, spending time and that sort of shit.�

�Well, you�re not too dull, actually.� Orlando kissed the wandering hand that found his lips and enjoyed Victor�s chuckled inhalation.

�I�ve enjoyed working with you, too.�

�Ah!� Finally, Orlando�s fingers slid around a plastic bottle, and moments later, a foil packet scraped across his palm. �Brilliant.� He eased fully back onto Victor, still loving that sensation of pressing tight against him, chest to chest, cock to cock; it was like sinking into perfectly warm bath water. �I liked working with Eric a lot,� he said, setting the lube and condom aside on the bed covers as he worked to pull Victor�s shirt off over his head. �Eric�s a great mate.�

�Oh, yeah?� The cotton muffled Victor�s voice a moment, then he reemerged from the fabric, his hair in a curly mess about his head and a sly smile on his lips. �You fuck him, too?�

Orlando smirked. He raised himself up onto his knees over Victor�s body and tugged at the button of his jeans.

�Or did he fuck you?�

Orlando peered up at the hot, thrumming boy in his bed and wondered at the breathiness of his tone. Victor liked sex and had certainly never been bashful, but in all they�d done, Orlando had rarely heard him sound so...aroused. �Maybe,� he answered carefully, watching for Victor�s reaction.

Victor bit his lip. �Yeah? What�d you guys do?�

�Well...� Orlando slowly unzipped Victor�s jeans over the ridge of his cock. �You�ve seen Eric, yeah?�

�Yeah.�

�He�s a big guy.�

�Looks fucking huge.�

�Yeah, he�s a lot bigger than me.� This time, Orlando knew he hadn�t imagined the lusty undulation of Victor�s body or the way his eyes flickered shut. He pulled the denim and cotton boxers off Victor�s legs and tossed them aside. Dark eyes watched Orlando as he shed his own trousers; fully naked and spread out on the bed, Victor couldn�t hide how he swelled just at the sight.

�Really?� he said. �You�re pretty big.�

Orlando grinned and crawled back up Victor�s body. He lapped at his bare hip as he went, then settled over him again. �He�s bigger,� he whispered.

�Fuck.� Victor�s breath puffed out of him almost desperately. �You ever � �

Orlando could have laughed to see Victor�s cheeks flush red; this brazen kid who�d mounted him in the ocean, blushing.

�You ever suck him?� Victor finished huskily.

Orlando let his tongue touch his top teeth as he smirked. �Yeah, I did. He was so fucking hot, you know? I had to get my mouth around that cock.�

�Oh, god.� Victor clutched Orlando�s naked waist and writhed his hips as much as he could when pinned beneath Orlando.

�He was so huge. I wasn�t sure I�d be able to take all of him, but Christ, I wanted to. Wanted to suck him off, that long, hard dick on my tongue. God, he was a thing of beauty.�

�Yeah?�

�Yeah.�

�You liked sucking him?�

�I loved sucking him.�

Victor closed his eyes, as if trying to better picture it. �Were you � was he standing?�

�Nah.� Orlando pressed a kiss to Victor�s ear. He formed the sentences in his head before he spoke, willing away his own blush. �He was sitting in this big arm chair in his room, like a goddamned king on a throne. And I was just kneeling there in front of him. He had his legs spread wide, that thick cock of his tenting his trousers. I knew what he wanted.�

Victor�s small thrusts had turned to something very like thrashing. He bit his lip so hard, Orlando thought it must hurt, so he soothed the marks with his tongue between words. Victor panted and opened his eyes to lock his gaze wide and deep on Orlando�s. Orlando had to admit, he was rather enjoying this reaction. He raised his upper body on his arms, letting their groins gain more friction. He rolled his hips and Victor moaned.

�So, I�m there on my knees, right?� Orlando continued with new fervor. He felt the role clicking into place. �Got my face between his legs, his perfect, massive dick in my mouth, and I could have sucked on that cock forever. He tasted so fucking good.�

Victor whimpered. He actually whimpered. �Did you swallow?�

�You kidding? I had to, man. I wanted him to fuck my mouth and shoot that hot load right down my throat, that hard dick just pulsing on my tongue.�

�Oh, fucking Christ!� Victor flailed over his head for the bottle of lube. �Fuck me. Ah, god, fuck me. And keep talking.�

Orlando grabbed the lube and squeezed a healthy dollop on his fingers. Victor raised his knees and spread his legs. He tugged on his cock, but Orlando didn�t worry; Victor never got off before they were done. The kid had incredible stamina. His fingers slicked, Orlando pressed inside Victor�s body. The usually resistant muscles yielded to his touch. �Ah, fuck,� he gasped. Never, never, in all they had done, had Victor been so wide open and ready for him. It didn�t matter how much they kissed and touched and sucked one another, always Victor needed at least a few seconds� stretching. But now, he was ready from nearly nothing at all. He was so turned on, he could take Orlando right now. �God.� Orlando pumped his fingers in and out, reveling in how Victor�s hole took him in. �You�re so open.�

�Yeah? So fill me. Ah, god, uh, please,� Victor begged. He�d never begged before either.

Fingers trembling in anticipation, Orlando opened the condom and slid it on. Victor lifted his legs immediately, resting his ankles on Orlando�s shoulders and sliding his hands around Orlando�s waist to urge him forward as he pushed inside. No resistance, no waiting, just a delicious, delirious press into firm, tight heat. Orlando heard himself growl.

�You feel so fucking good,� Orlando rasped against Victor�s knee, licking the skin and hair and sweat. �You know what he did after I sucked him off?�

�What�d he � � Victor moaned, his eyes trained on Orlando�s with burning intensity, his body rocking with Orlando�s thrusts. �What�d he do?�

�He wanted to fuck me.�

Victor panted. �Like this?�

�Oh, no.� Orlando paused, focusing on the rhythm of his hips and gathering enough breath through his panting to keep on talking. �He bent me over a sodding table; just bent me over, slicked himself up and shoved that hot cock up my ass.� A sizzle of pleasure burnt through him at the words; for some reason, �ass� had always sounded so much dirtier than �arse� to him.

Victor raised his arms to grip the headboard and used the leverage to shove himself down, fucking himself on Orlando�s cock. �God, god, god. Yeah?�

Orlando grimaced, trying to maintain control with Victor bucking wildly, wonderfully against him. �Yeah.� He panted. Sweat trickled down from beneath his hair. �So fucking huge, felt split wide open.�

�Did you push on him?� Sweat sheened across Victor�s bare chest. The muscles in his arms stood out rigid and strong with the force of his grip. �Fuck yourself on him?�

�Yeah, yeah. I kept shoving back on him, fucking my tight ass on his huge fucking dick. Touched me once and I shot cum all over the table.�

Victor keened like an animal. �Fuck, yeah. Did he come up your ass?�

Orlando frenzied his pace. Feeling Victor sprinting for the finish line, he eagerly worked to keep up. �Yeah, you know he did,� he huffed against Victor�s lips. �I felt it, too. That hot load of cum shooting right up my ass.�

With a strangled cry that pulled tears from his eyes, Victor tensed and came in a spatter across his stomach. And his body kept rolling, kept pushing against Orlando, the muscles in his arse clamping down tight on Orlando, massaging and stroking him as they seized. �Oh, my fucking god,� Orlando groaned, his orgasm breaking through him, exploding into Victor�s body.

�Yeah.� Victor stroked his shoulders as Orlando collapsed against him. �You�re good, man,� he breathed, exhausted. �God, you�re good.�

Orlando withdrew with a wince and flopped onto his back beside Victor, turning his head to give the boy�s bare arm a weak kiss. The bed shuddered as Victor�s legs flopped back down to the mattress. Orlando let the fatigue wash over him and concentrated on letting his breathing return to normal.

�Was all that true?� Victor asked after a moment of pleasing, post-coital silence.

Orlando inhaled and exhaled, his heart still thundering in his chest. �Does it matter?�

�Not in the fucking least.� Victor sighed wearily and contentedly. �You know what�s funny?�

�What?�

�I didn�t even know I liked dirty talk.�

Orlando chuckled listlessly. �Well, now you know.�

�That was so good.� Victor rolled onto his side and slid his hand across Orlando�s flat, sweat-slick stomach. He cozied against him and his lips pressed against his ear. �You�re good at everything.�

Through pleasure-dusted thoughts, Orlando felt a denial rise in his brain; he wasn�t good at everything. In fact, he barely knew more than Victor. Instead of saying that, Orlando welcomed the sated body into his arms and didn�t say another word.

He couldn�t see the harm in spending just a few more hours being perfect in someone�s eyes.