Kisses that bite, that nip, tasting of spice and clove. "Just need to..." "Yes, there..." Fingers fumbling, bumping, brushing against each other, eager to shed clothing. Legs tangling, lips crashing as they stumble backward, falling on the giving surface of the mattress. Twisting, shifting, twin sighs filling the room as bare skin finally meets bare skin. Moonlight streaming through the open window, soft fragrant scent of jasmine and rose drifting in. "You taste so..." "Yeah...yeah." More sliding kisses, each one wet, intense. And finally...yes. Strangled groan as questing fingers dance over hot length, stroking, learning. "Jesus..." "Let me do this for you." Whispered seduction, hands still moving, wrist flicking. Captured the answer with another kiss, tongues tangling, rough and moist. "Oh...oh. Yes." Invitation, acceptance. Want. No other words are needed. "Viggo...Vig. Yo, Middle Earth to Aragorn." Fingers snapped in front of his face, and bright, blue contacts snared his vision, a wide smile accenting sharp cheekbones. "Pete told us to move to set ten minutes ago, mate." Orlando gestured out to the rest of the cast, who were setting up places. "Oh." Viggo's gaze slid past Orlando, rested on Sean for a brief moment before flickering away. "Sorry, lost in thought." Orlando's voice dropped to a friendly, conspiratorial whisper. "You could just try telling him, you know." "Telling who what?" Orlando leaned in, blond wig creating a curtain around them, shielding them from curious eyes. "You were sighing Sean's name just now." Viggo was too shocked to be embarrassed. "I...what?" "It's alright." Orlando made a show of quickly crossing his heart. "Secret's safe with me." "It's not like that." Quick denial. "Alright." Easy acceptance. Orlando straightened. But his small wink before he walked away told Viggo that he didn't believe the lie. Viggo hadn't really expected him to. "Two of you looked a bit cozy," Sean remarked, when Viggo finally stood, took his place on the rock outcropping. "Hot date?" he teased, green eyes glowing with mirth. It was a long moment before Viggo could tear his eyes away from that gaze and respond. "No," he replied, the word drawn out. "No date." Sean's forehead wrinkled, and he tilted his head a bit, studying Viggo. "You alright?" "Yeah, sure." Viggo summoned a smile, tried not to stare at blunt fingers wrapped around a sword handle, thumb brushing over the leather-bound hilt. "Okay." Sean smiled back, quick, friendly. He sat next to Viggo on the rocks, gestured at Pete, who was giving last minute instructions over his headphone to the 2nd unit. "He'll be a few minutes yet. And I've got a question for you." "Alright." Viggo's eyes strayed back to Sean's fingers, now resting on the top of Sean's thigh...noted the way the thigh flexed and shifted. "Bit of a personal one." Viggo looked up, caught the sheepish smile on Sean's face, the way the sunlight glimmered gold flecks in green eyes. "Alright," he repeated. Sean leaned in, warm breath drifting across Viggo's sensitive ear. "What would you do if one of your best mates told you that they...wanted you?" Viggo's breath caught, held, searched Sean's face for...something. "It would depend on the person," he finally replied. "Fair enough." The question was out before he could stop it. "Why?" Sean stood, light throwing a shimmering halo around him. "Have dinner with me tonight and I'll tell you." Dinner? "Sure..." Sean smiled, turned to take his place, then turned back. "Oh, and Viggo?" He wasn't staring, he wasn't staring. "Yeah?" Felt the jolt clear to his toes when Sean leaned down, lips barely brushing his own. "Orlando's not the only one that heard you."
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