Cowboys And Indians

Posted: August 2002
Author: Alex
Type: RPS
Characters: Orli/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is fiction.
Summary/Notes: This started out to be a very short pwp and sort of beccame a short long story instead. hope you enjoy.

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Viggo looked at the boy. He had no idea how anyone came to be so amazingly beautiful. He watched him self-consciously touch that god-awful mohawk, then absently chew his finger. He wished he'd gotten this job earlier. He'd love to have gotten to know him from the start, to have more time to get to know him.

"Hi. You must be our Aragorn. I saw you in Psycho." Elijah stuck out a hand and smiled up at Viggo. "I'm Elijah Wood. These are the hobbits," and he introduced Billy, Sean and Dominic.

"I'm Viggo, and who is this?" He smiled directly at the boy with the mohawk.

The boy blushed as Elijah said, "Oh, he's an elf. He's-"

"Legolas," the boy said in a soft English accent. "Orlando Bloom, actually." He walked over to stand in front of Viggo. "So you're one of our humans? Oh, I saw you in Psycho too. When they told us who was going to be Aragorn, we went out and rented it. I loved your cowboy hat and accent." He smiled almost shyly as if embarrassed that he'd said so much. Viggo felt a protective urge and had to stop himself from pulling the boy into his arms.

"And you look like an Indian warrior, Bloom. I like it. I guess we are the Cowboy and the Indian of the Fellowship." He watched the boy blush.

*****

He was unpacking and he thought of the boy, Orlando. He'd have to remember to call him by his name even though he still thought of him as the boy. Viggo was no stranger to the feeling he felt when he looked at Orlando, but he was surprised none the less. That was the last thing he needed, to fall in lust with someone on the film.

He decided to stay in and study his script. He always needed to understand and get into his character. He also took a lot of shit for being a `method actor' but that mattered very little to him. Doing the best job at `being' who he was supposed to be was what he cared about.

He made some tea that Henry and Exene said would help him be centered and calm and sat down with his script. The tea was cold and it was dark out when someone knocked on his door. The stiffness in his legs when he got up was an indication that he'd been there for a long time, maybe even hours.

He opened the door and was greeted by a pair of chocolate eyes and that lovely skinned head. "I thought I'd come by and see if you needed anything. It has to be a bit tough coming into this role so late. We're really glad you're here. Things got a bit tense between Peter and Stuart. We're all glad to get a fresh start."

"Come in. I'm afraid I've not been here long enough to have anything to offer you except cold herb tea that was hot hours ago."

The boy smiled at him. "I think the hobbits have food. You should come with me. They do lovely fish and stuff. I'm vegetarian, so they always have lots of other stuff too. They always have enough to feed an army. Billy likes to cook, you see. Its a good thing, because Elijah and Astin like to eat."

Viggo found himself agreeing to go with the boy even though he was dead tired. He had a feeling the time would come when he wouldn't be able to deny this boy anything.

*****

The weeks flew by and Viggo had easily forgot he was the new kid on the block. No one bothered him about his type of acting. Actually, it seemed sometimes that they all thought they were in real Middle Earth and acted accordingly. No one seemed to be upset that Viggo went around in costume and in character. Orlando called him `filthy human' and laughed that musical laugh every time he said it.

Viggo had started taking photos of them all. Some he knew he would exhibit and some he would keep for his own collection. He, Sean Bean and Orlando shared a makeup trailer and someone had dubbed it the Cuntebago. He wasn't sure why but it fit. Bean was a nice man, his own age. They hung out a bit together.

Sean had noticed how Viggo watched the boy. Early one morning, they were drinking tea, waiting for the makeup girl to come. Orlando hadn't gotten there yet. He tended to drag in at the last minute. Sean was looking at Viggo as Orli came rushing in. He had already been to ears and just needed his wig attached and his contacts in. Viggo had his camera with him.

"You care if I shoot a few of you?" Viggo shot Orli putting his contacts and becoming Legolas. He wanted to put the camera down and kiss the boy's eyes as they became the dark blue eyes of the elf. He found himself just standing there watching as Legolas smiled and left the makeup trailer.

Viggo started at the voice behind him. "Fancy him, do ya?" He turned and looked into the smiling face of Sean. "It would seem so."

"You planning on doing anything at all about it? Or are you just going to moon over him like a lovesick pup?"

"That bad?"

"Oh yeah. Your eyes follow him everywhere with that I-wish-you-were-mine look in them. I don't think he knows it though."

"Jesus!"

The two of them headed out to another day of being Aragorn and Boromir.

*****

Viggo decided to go camping. He loved making photos in the woods and liked living off the land like Aragorn must have done. It made him able to understand why his character behaved as he did. Besides, New Zealand had some beautiful forest lands to camp in. Viggo normally went alone, but this time he asked at lunch if anyone wanted to go. He thought maybe Sean would come along. He did now and again. He was surprised at who did ask to come along.

"Can I come, filthy human?" Legolas smiled wickedly at him.

"Ever been camping, elfboy?"

"Played cops and robbers in the woods with Dom, Billy and Lij. Does that count?"

Viggo laughed. "Come along then. If I get bored, I can take you out and lose you and then track you."

"Then would you catch me and eat me?" Orlando's brown eyes caught Viggo's blue ones and lingered for a long moment.

Viggo felt a shiver run down his spine and his balls felt tight for a second. "Every bit of you," he finally managed to answer.

"Tell me when and where and what to bring."

"I'll pick you up. I've got a spare bedroll. We'll be eating food bars, I suppose. I usually take a canteen and some coffee or tea to make. So all you need to bring is you, maybe some spare clothes, and a coat. It can get really cold at night sometimes. We'll leave as soon as we're done here today, since we get tomorrow off."

Viggo spent the rest of the day going from euphoria to downright terror at the thought of spending the night with his elfboy in the woods. He hoped he didn't manage to behave like an old fool over the boy. Before he knew it, he was driving into the boy's driveway. He started to get out and Orlando came out the door. He looked about 8 years old this evening, dressed in old jeans and a faded black t-shirt. Viggo had never felt such an intense desire as he did looking at Orlando walk toward his jeep.

Neither of them said much of anything for awhile. Viggo just drove, sneaking glances at Orli every now and then. Orli chewed on his finger and looked out the window. Viggo wanted to stop and kiss him til his toes curled. But he drove on.

They were camping in a park. There was an area to leave vehicles so Viggo parked there. They had to hike into the park to camp. Since the night was very clear, Viggo decided to just sleep in sleeping bags under the stars. By the time they gathered wood and made a campfire and had set up everything, the stars shone in the sky. It was a clear cool night without a cloud in sight.

Viggo couldn't take his eyes off Orli. Not through their dinner, not through the tea they made, not through the small talk and not through the serious talk. He wished he could read Orli's mind, know if the boy had any interest at all. He was so intent on watching that he almost missed the question.

"Would you?" Orli asked him.

Viggo looked blank a second and Orli asked again. "Would you let me sleep in your sleeping bag with you tonight?"

Viggo almost choked on his tea. "Sleep with me?"

"It's cold, and I thought we could share heat and space." He said these last words in a most distracted way as he gazed over at Viggo, looking straight into his blue eyes.

Viggo said nothing as he unrolled the large sleeping bad and lay it beside the fire, though not close enough for flying sparks to hit it. He took his jacket off then his shirt. He looked at Orlando. Orli had taken off his t-shirt. Viggo looked the lithe body in front of him. He looked golden in the firelight, his skin smooth. He lay down in the sleeping bag, pulling it over him. He smiled up at Viggo.

"Come on, filthy human, I'm cold." He held the bag open for Viggo to join him. He lay down beside Orli, realizing it was going to be close even though the bag was pretty large.

Orli curled up against him. Viggo slipped an arm around the young man.

Orli reached a hand up and touched his face, a caress so soft that he would have thought he imagined it if he hadn't seen the hand. The hand ran through his shaggy hair and his several days growth of beard. Viggo heard himself sigh. Lying here with Orlando felt so good, so right.

It had felt so right that they both fell asleep, Viggo realized, several hours later when he awoke to the chill of the night on his face and warm body curled around his. He looked at Orli, so beautiful with his dark lashes against his face. Inside the sleeping bag, Orli had both legs wrapped around Viggo's leg and was pressing his cock hard against Viggo's hip. His breath was coming in little pants as he humped the older man's body. Viggo felt his own cock go hard. He wished he could free it from the confines of his own jeans and touch it, but he couldn't do anything without disturbing Orlando. Viggo also realized that Orlando was going to come soon if he kept doing what he was. He shook him gently, deciding perhaps it would be less embarrassing for Orli if he were awakened before he went too far.

Orli opened his eyes, not quite sure where he was yet. Viggo could see in his eyes when he realized what he was doing. His already dark skin flushed in the dying firelight.

The first thing he said was, "Oh god, I'm so close that.." and Viggo saw it in his eyes, felt his hips give one hard thrust, and he watched Orli come, watched him moan and cry out in the silence of the forest. He thought he might melt. He had seldom seen anything as beautiful as the young man who clutched at him. Orli pulled Viggo's head around for a kiss, moaning into his mouth as the last few waves of orgasm rolled over him.

Viggo couldn't move. He was frozen in place with Orli wrapped around him. His own cock was unbelievably hard.

"Viggo, unzip the sleeping bag." He did, and he was very surprised when the golden boy unzipped him and moved down to take him into his mouth. He hadn't expected it, hadn't expected anything really. He was overwhelmed with sensation and with emotion. One of Orli's hands held his cock as that sweet, talented mouth worked its way up and down, while the other hand reached up and took Viggo's hand, holding it. The hand holding his touched him, more than the sex did, and as he came into Orlando's mouth, tears ran out the corners of his eyes.

Orli curled back next to him and smiled up at Viggo. "You might be a filthy human, but you're my filthy human." and he went back to sleep.

*****

Viggo was a little confused by what had happened. He had somehow expected that they'd spend the rest of the night making love, but Orli slept in his arms. When morning came, he'd cleaned himself up and put on clean clothes and asked Viggo if they could go hiking.

So they hiked and they talked. Orli was so young, Viggo found out, younger than his years in many things and older in some. He had lost his father when he was very young and had lived a bit of a privileged life, much as Viggo had as youth. He was a well trained actor and even though he was a daredevil, he was still shy around people.

Viggo found himself falling in love with his little Mohawk boy.

*****

Orli and Viggo didn't become an item, at least not in the way Viggo had thought they would. They spent a lot of time together but apart from kissing and snuggling, there was little physical contact. Viggo didn't really understand why, but he didn't want to drive Orlando away by pushing too hard. He was a bit frustrated, but figured he was a grown man and he'd not whine about it.

He got his answer one day when they were filming in the rain at Helm's Deep. They had been ass deep in slimy mud for two weeks and Peter saw that they were about at the end of their endurance and gave them a few days off. Orli went home with Viggo. Viggo was in the shower when he heard Orli come into the bathroom. He didn't say anything as the young man stepped into the shower with him.

"Shall I wash your back for you?"

He began to rub soapy hands all over Viggo's back and down his sides and around him to the front. Viggo was becoming impossibly aroused. He stood completely still as Orli's slender hands found his arousal and began to stroke him. Viggo turned around and began to touch Orli. His body responded but Viggo saw fear in his eyes as he touched his hard cock.

He took his hands away, moved back from Orli and turned off the shower. He reached out of the shower curtain and got a couple of towels. He dried Orli then himself. He saw that Orli was crying openly now.

"Shhhh. I won't do anything you don't want, Orlando. Its all right, baby." He wrapped the towel around Orli's waist and pulled him into his arms. "But you are going to have to talk to me."

They dressed silently and Viggo led Orli to the den and sat him on the sofa. He sat on the opposite end, facing him.

"Now talk, little one."

"I was hurt a long time ago."

"Hurt?"

Orli was crying again. "Viggo, I was young and stupid, and while I was at Guildhall, well, sometimes we all did a few drugs, sometimes we all got drunk. One night when a bunch of us guys got drunk, one of my best mates... oh fuck, I've never told anyone this, Viggo." He didn't say anything for awhile. Viggo just sat and waited.

"My friend, he, well, we ...he raped me, Viggo. He'd say it wasn't, I'm sure. I tried to tell him no, but he didn't want to hear it. He kept saying it was okay, I'd like it, he loved me and all the while, he forced himself inside me. It hurt, oh god, it hurt a lot but it made me feel so ... ugly.. so dirty. I tried to figure out what I had done to deserve it."

Viggo felt his heart hurting. He didn't say anything. He knew Orli wasn't done.

"I read and read about rape and victims, and after awhile, I began to get better. But I've never been able to let a man touch me since. I can touch men... I'm good at cocksucking and I've been able to get by without being touched."

"I'm so sorry. I won't.."

Orli cut him off. "No, dammit. I don't want you to stop wanting me. I love you, Viggo. I love so much my heart hurts when I think of you sometimes. I want to love you. I'm just so fucking scared."

Viggo moved to Orli's end of the sofa and pulled him onto his lap, holding him. He was crying now, they both were. "You love me?"

"Yes." Viggo felt like he was floating. Orlando loved him!

*****

The problems weren't solved that night, nor were they solved in a few weeks. They found a therapist. Orli moved in with Viggo. They learned to live together and they began to learn to love each other. They practiced touching and kissing, lots of that sort of practice actually. They graduated to mutual masturbation and blow jobs. Viggo felt like he was caught in a sensuous web all the time.

One evening Viggo came home to find that a very naked and very aroused young elfboy waited for him. He came out onto the porch naked and kissed Viggo, pressing his dripping cock against Viggo's rapidly hardening one. He clung to Viggo and the older man was sure the entire LOTR cast could see him on his front porch kissing a stark naked Orlando.

Finally, he was able to coax Orli to go indoors. Orli began to strip Viggo as soon as he was in the door. He pulled Viggo's shirt over his head and threw it, running his hands through the hair on Viggo's chest as he kissed Viggo, running his tongue in and out and exploring the lips and mouth that he already knew so well. Viggo knew that something important was happening. Orli was still fairly passive for the most part and to have him take control was unusual.

He unzipped Viggo's jeans and slid them down, kneeling to remove his shoes and finish sliding the jeans off. He led him to the bedroom and Viggo noticed what was on the bedside table. A bottle of Wet, cherry flavored, even. His heart began to pound and he wagered he was at least as nervous as Orli.

They both lay on the bed, facing each other. Orli reached a hand out to his filthy human's face and traced its shape with his fingertips.

"You're going to make love to me tonight, Viggo."

Viggo felt goose bumps run over his skin at the thought of burying himself inside the man he loved. He cock ached at the thought. His eyes seemed to be watering a little too.

"Are you sure?" Viggo's voice came out hoarse.

"Yes. Do you know that we met a year ago today? This is my present to you." He laughed, a happy sound. "Do you want me for a present? Maybe I should have tied a bow on myself and let you unwrap me."

"Oh, I like you all naked and sweet. Now hush and kiss me some more."

He did, and soon, they weren't saying anything. Viggo kissed Orli from his mohawk down. He kissed the young man's smooth head and nibbled his ears, whispering "I love you" before moving to a tender neck and hard nipples. Orli whimpered when Viggo licked the little tattoo on his belly. Viggo put his hand over Orli's cock, smearing pre-come all over the head, then dipped his head low enough to lick it clean again.

He looked up and smiled.

"Viggo? Would you make love to me now?"

"Yes, love. I will now if that's what you want."

"Please."

Viggo was nervous as he got the bottle by the bed and poured the cherry smelling goo all over himself. Orli lay on his side with his ass toward Viggo. Viggo poured it on his hand and smoothed it over Orli's ass. He slid a finger over the tight little hole, then slid his finger inside a tiny bit. Orli moaned but it wasn't a sound of fear or pain. Viggo murmured sweet things to him as he moved it deeper and finally found the tiny gland inside. Orli growled in pleasure. Viggo found that he really liked that sound. His little Indian boy sounded so fierce. He brushed the gland again.

"Christ, Viggo, fuck me before you kill me!" Orli finally ground out. Viggo smiled and lay down behind Orli. Orli moved his upper leg so he was accessible to Viggo.

"Dammit, I'm nervous, elfboy."

"It'll be okay, Viggo." He took Orli at his word and pressed his slick head against the tight opening. "More please," came out a desperate plea. Viggo slid in a bit at a time, waiting each time a few seconds for Orli to become used to his invasion. Viggo was having a bit of trouble controlling his own body. He felt like he was going to melt right into Orli. When he was fully sheathed inside, he began to move, changing his angle a little so his thrusts rubbed the younger man's prostate. Immediately, Orli tightened around him and pushed back against him. Viggo gripped his hips and gasped as he moved in that tightness. Orli had both his hands on his cock, one holding and one touching himself. He was panting and pushing back against Viggo hard.

"Coming, Vig! Ohhhhhhhhh! Feels so good, oh god, Viggo!"

Viggo knew how good it felt. Orli's ass was squeezing him and pulsating around him. He came too, groaning and crying out Orli's name. He held on tight, his cock filling Orli with pearly, white semen. He'd wanted this for so long and it was every bit as wonderful as he'd thought it would be. He just hoped it had been for Orlando too.

He slipped from Orli and held him. He saw tears in his eyes and felt an awful sense of fear and dread. He kissed a sweaty brow and held his Indian tight, afraid to say a word.

"Viggo, I love you so much." Viggo relaxed and kissed away the sweet tears of joy from Orlando's cheeks.

"I love you too, elfboy."