The party was great. Awesome even. �Like always. Orlando smiled half-heartedly at everyone, trying to stay unnoticed. The hobbits were busy with each other, they didn't mind, and the others didn't see--or so he thought. He went out to the balcony-like thing attached to the living room through sliding doors. There was a nice veranda there, like the ones in India, only with freshly-painted railing and much cleaner, of course. He cocked his head to the side, trying to listen to the breeze, because it was a calm moment and it seemed like the thing to do. He whirled around very fast though, when he sensed someone else behind him.

"Viggo! Hi�" he said, slightly embarrassed at being intruded upon in a private moment, and that it was Viggo--who he'd been studiously avoiding all thought of.
"Orlando." Viggo nodded, smiling slightly, as if he knew a secret that Orlando didn't.

Annoying.

Also�sexy.

Ummm. He wasn't thinking that. No he wasn't. Was it just him�or was Viggo standing very close to him all of a sudden?

The view was of the beach, beautiful with afternoon sunlight still bright enough to make the water sparkle a turquoise blue. He couldn't see any of it at the moment for some odd unknown reason though.

He looked up and found grey-blue eyes glinting and parted lips very, very close to his. �And�oh�umm�ooooh�and he was just so very coherent, wasn't he? He had a good excuse though�Viggo was kissing him. Kissing! Him! Ahhh!
Viggo backed away for a second.
"Ummm�" coherency was overrated anyway.
"Hi�" Viggo's voice was soft, a bit more rough than usual. Almost shy. Ha! He wasn't the only one. Except, 'hi' was a word. 'Ummm' wasn't. Oh well.
"Hi�again�" Orlando licked his lips. He did that a lot, Viggo noticed. He decided he liked that. Maybe Orlando needed help with moistening his lips. It sounded like a good excuse. And Orlando hadn't complained anyway. So he leaned forward again.

"Uh�Viggo?"
"Yeah?" His lips were brushing against Orlando's as he spoke. And Orlando forgot what he was trying to say. Except Viggo had pulled away again, looking slightly surprised�and breathless.

"Umm�" he tried again, "�there are people�"
"There's a lock on the door."
"Oh." Oh. "So�"
"Shhhh�." Viggo was on him again, cupping his face, kissing his jaw, pulling back his head to get at his neck and sliding a hand into the back pocket on his jeans, pulling him forward. And he lost any semblance of coherency he had left few seconds ago. He was just giving in to everything instinctively...touching, feeling, kissing, moaning�. And he could hear Viggo...growling low in his throat, and he decided he liked that sound, so he tried to find more spots that caused it.

He was lifted against the rail as Viggo's hips ground against him in circle-like motions, calming to a slow, deliberate pace that seemed to be calculated to drive him insane. �And if that wasn't enough, there was a hand sliding into his jeans. Some back corner of his mind was coherent enough to applaud his choice in wearing the pair that was three sizes too big for him today.
"Viggo, oh GOD, Viggo�Viggo�" his voice repeated the name in a fading hoarse murmur. His eyelids fluttered almost closed, leaving just the slight opening he fought to keep. So he could see the expression on Viggo's face. The steel blue eyes had gone dark and glazed over, lips slightly parted, drying rapidly in the short panting breaths he was taking. Orlando wondered why he hadn't figured out his purpose in life before, as he leaned in and licked them again; soon forgetting his new-found purpose in the taste of Viggo's mouth.

His fingers tightened convulsively in the damp locks of hair�as Viggo's hand explored the insides of his jeans. The teasing almost lazy stroke of a thumb popping open the button and tugging at the zipper until they fell around Orlando's knees. He arched into the warm hand grasping him, shivering slightly at the light breeze against the sensitive exposed head. Viggo was trailing a hot, wet tongue down past his ears to the juncture of his neck and shoulders. One hand was slipping a finger into Orlando's mouth as the other was rubbing Orlando's naked arousal against the roughness of his own jean-clad one. Orlando was moaning loudly now, his knees having failed him; he only had enough presence of mind to gasp out.
"Please�"
"Oh, you like that, do you?" Orlando only moaned louder in answer, bucking against the hand as Viggo bit softly at the overly sensitized skin of his torso. He licked over the spot, nibbling his way down with deliberate strokes of a very talented tongue and hands. Torture.

Until he was finally on his knees, poised over Orlando's arched hip, held in place by his hands, the ring on his index finger marking the soft, velvety skin taut over hipbones�artistic really, if he'd been in the presence of mind to notice and the lighting had been different. �But Orlando's hands had released their death-grip on the railing behind him and entwined themselves again in his hair, reminding him, impatiently, of his original quest. Ah, yes. He didn't�couldn�t�resist that, could he?

His eyes locked with Orli's, smiling as he blew gently against the shivering, heated skin.

"Viggo�" he only laughed at Orlando's tortured plea before engulfing him whole, relaxing and flexing his muscles. Working them around and around in ways he knew would make Orlando scream. He wasn't sure how he'd known how to do that�but he felt it was only natural, what with it being Orli and all.

And scream Orlando did, as he was pushed over the edge into shuddering ripples of ecstasy�and release. The cloudy brown eyes were still far from clearing, or being able to form coherent thoughts, but they laughed. In a choked, husky kind of way.

"Shuddering ripples of ecstasy�" he whispered. But Viggo heard him and smiled softly as Orlando just stood for a few minutes, gasping for breath and leaning against the railing completely for support, because he knew if Viggo hadn't been holding him in place, he'd fall. He looked down, meeting Viggo's eyes again, and there was look in them he couldn't quite discern.

"What?" he barely had the energy to slide one hand from Viggo's hair to his cheek, gently tracing the corner of his lips.

Viggo blinked, leaning into the hand, and responded with a chuckle. "You resemble a very�well-fucked�um�Orli�"

Orlando raised an eyebrow, damn but that took effort. "Oi�you haven't even�" he let his voice trail off suggestively.
Viggo nodded, rubbing his cheek against the cooling, moist skin on Orlando's lower abdomen and kissing it before pulling up the jeans, zipping them back up and buttoning with infinite care, and raised up off of his knees. He pulled Orlando's shirt together, though leaving it unbuttoned and gathered Orlando under his arm.

"We should go now�my place is closer�" Orlando shivered at the lips on his ear and nodded in agreement.