Posted: December 2004
Title: Some More
Author: Helena Snow-Renn
Type: RPS
Characters: Billy Boyd/Viggo Mortensen
Rating: NC-17
WARNING: Schmoop! PWP. Totally ripping off and twisting ROTK/EE for my/our pleasure.
Timeframe: Main filming.
Disclaimer: As always (most of this) is fiction. My elaborations certainly are. They never happened.
Summary: Billy gets kissed again, and then some.
Notes: There was a story in there somewhere, though the tongue-in-cheek truth was just as good or better.

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(transcribed, with a few cuts, from ROTK/EE Disc Four)

Billy: … Viggo grabs me and kisses me hard on the mouth. I mean, like I've never been kissed from man nor woman… And by god, I saw stars. And I think I fell in love for a split second; then I felt a bit sick. I think, I'm not saying… I think I felt tongue.

Sean A: (to Viggo) I think you opened your mouth. I was watching.

Viggo: No, he did. He did.

Dom: I can't believe that. Dirty buggers.

Billy: I couldn't look at Viggo for a couple days. I felt dirty.

Viggo: I'd been secretly wanting to do that with Billy, which is a whole ‘nother matter. Maybe we shouldn't talk about that.

Billy: He's quite an affectionate man.

Sean A: I was kinda jealous ‘cause I remember the party where we first kissed each other.

Billy: I've kissed all the boys.

Dom: I'll tell you what. Billy Boyd gets himself about.

Billy: I don't mind.

Dom: I know for a fact…

Billy: I'll kiss anybody.

Dom: …that he's kissed five members of the Fellowship. Male members of the Fellowship. Not like, Liv Tyler, Cate Blachett, and then a couple of, you know, drunken moments. Five men.

Billy: (to Viggo) Let's go kiss again.

Some More

Billy had felt more than a little tongue. Which made him more than a little hard. Viggo had had to bend down, making Billy crane his neck back like a girl, but still managed to convey his… desire… in the form of a very unsubtle hard ridge pressed against Billy's flank. At least, Billy thought, he hadn't embarrassed himself by squeaking, and had passed it off as a joke. They had not snuck off immediately to one of their trailers, and had not that night or the next or the next.

Two and some days, though crammed with shooting, gave Billy enough time to mull it over. After the first eighteen months with the other hobbits and the Elf, he himself had no questions about his sexuality. Viggo, on the other hand… who the hell knew? Everyone wanted him, except for maybe the odd couple of extremely hardcore lesbians over in catering. Both the Sean's had admitted to Billy that if anyone could turn them, it would be Viggo. Orlando claimed to have fucked him. Elijah had this ridiculous ‘toss the salad' story he'd rolled out more than once. Viggo had a son, and ex, supposedly a very young girlfriend, so why Billy was somehow the object of the affections of a man he personally believed was celibate, he had no fucking idea. But, the long, hard body with its long, hard… Billy shivered, but soft, soft, oh-so-knowing lips and tongue came to mind again and again at the most inopportune moments. A hot coal burned in his belly. Especially when Viggo looked at him. After the five seconds of bliss, the touch of those light blue eyes were like hands upon Billy's body. He had to do something, had to get it out of his system.

Mind made up, Billy, on the third night out, slammed down several bottles of surprisingly decent beer in Orlando's trailer, and deflected Dom long enough to leave unseen. Before he lost his nerve, he made a straight line for Viggo's old bus. He didn't have a plan, he just knew he needed to kiss Viggo again. He pounded on the door. After a minute, it opened, and eyes glittered down at him from the dark interior.

"Been expecting you," Viggo drawled in that forever half-drunk slur of his.

"Realleh?" Billy questioned. He'd had his suspicions, but only that, nothing definite.

"Mm-hm. You seemed to like it." No doubt about what which ‘it' he was referring to. "Thought you might like some more. I waited a long time to get to do that."

"Realleh?" Billy repeated. Viggo grinned, his teeth gleaming even in the almost dark. There was only a small light on inside. Belatedly, Billy climbed the steps. The door closed behind him. Viggo just kept looking at Billy, almost like he was inspecting him. The sharp eyes ran slowly down, then back up. Billy could feel the heat even through his clothes. Viggo met Billy's eyes, then turned and walked toward the back of the bus. Billy followed, admiring the lean but broad shoulders and back, the long legs, and Viggo's longer, wheat-colored hair.

At the rear of the bus was a narrow couch. Viggo sat, his legs sprawled wide in a way that screamed, "Notice the crotch!" Oh, Billy noticed. He supposed he could've sat beside the man, could've chatted him up and made a pretense of just falling ‘innocently' into this, but why? He was going to take matters into his own hands, as it were, even though he maybe risked being tossed out on his arse.

Billy straddled Viggo's thighs, putting his hands on top of his shoulders. Viggo just looked up at him, smiling, eyes still twinkling like blue Christmas tree lights. Taking a deep breath, Billy leaned in, meeting Viggo's smooth, warm lips. They moved so perfectly, just as Billy remembered, panting just a little. The smaller man's body had ideas of its own. His hips pushed forward and his arms went around Viggo's back, nearly crushing him in his fervor. Billy might be small, but he was no weakling.

Calloused ranger's hands suddenly cupped pert, round buttocks, and a slick mobile tongue extended into Billy's gasping mouth. It went on forever, it seemed, just like that. Billy didn't know when a kiss had ever been so flawless. He saw stars, fireworks, showers of multicolored spots as if he'd been knocked out. Tightening his knees against Viggo's hips, he writhed dirtily upon the other man's lap. He couldn't get enough…no, it was just too much… Viggo's tongue squiggled frantically along his teeth and across the roof of his mouth till he couldn't breathe anymore.

He found, to his surprise, that his hands had crept under Viggo's shirt, flicking at the tiny hard nipples; Viggo on the other hand, drew back long enough to rip Billy's shirt open down the front. Buttons flew everywhere. Viggo tipped Billy onto his back and rolled on top. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he growled.

"That too?" Billy asked.

"Mmph. All these smooth little boys around here. Wanted a nice furry critter to roll around with."

Billy couldn't help sniggering over that one. "Well, you got meh," he said, rubbing his fuzzy chest against Viggo's even furrier one.

Billy, with Viggo on top of him, was a breathless mess of panting, wanting, aching, shaking craving. Their five-second display from the other day had been but a small taste. He gorged himself on Viggo's kisses, and the Dane seemed only too happy to provide. Even though Billy was flat on his back with his legs wrapped around Viggo, he was anything but submissive. He bit into Viggo's lower lip repeatedly, sharp little nips with his pointed teeth. It made Viggo jerk slightly every time Billy brought him to the point of pain. The sharp movements brought them flush from head to thighs.

The pressure in Billy's groin was just about unbearable, but strangely, he didn't have an immediate need to do anything about it, not yet. The idea of Viggo making him come was tripping him out. He just couldn't wrap his mind around it. For the man to put his hand on Billy's cock, or his mouth, or god forbid, make them naked… the idea was just too weird! Yeah, he was just a man, and surely as a man, he liked sex in all its forms just like any other man… But… doing something about it, with Billy?

They'd all seen Viggo naked. He really had no shame, a natural nudist when he wanted to be. Billy had looked. They'd all checked each other out, too, and laughed about it but… Viggo, for Christsakes!

Maybe he and the other hobbits and Orli had transferred a god-like status onto him, or for sure, a form of hero-worship. Silly, but perhaps inevitable, Viggo being Viggo. In all that time, Billy never seriously considered him as a sexual creature. But damn, was he ever! He was practically wallowing on Billy's smaller, pliant body with a controlled fervor. His make-up was off but traces of eyeliner and mascara remained, making his eyes jump out even more as they bored down into Billy's. His kisses were so variable, quick and fluttery, then full-mouthed and wet. Billy twisted around and strained upwards, wanting more than anything to get his tongue deeper into Viggo's mouth so he could taste the unique spice and warmth. This was heaven, just snogging like kids: easy and tense, relaxing and nerve-wracking all at once. Billy could have ridden the endorphin rush for days.

Eventually Viggo pulled his mouth away. "Billy," he said. Something in his voice made Billy pay attention.

"Wha'?"

Viggo looked into his eyes. "You have, without a doubt, the most compelling eyes in the Fellowship."

"But…'Lij, Sean… even you…"

Viggo cut him off. "No, not huge and innocent, not glittery and wicked… well, I might have to rethink that." Billy unleashed ‘glittery and wicked' as best he could. A muscle in Viggo's jaw jumped. "I've been attracted to you forever. The way you talk, that little fricking mouth of yours…" He paused to lick Billy's upper lip, which lead to more kisses. Finally he broke it off again, adding, "You're definitely a full-steam-ahead kind of man, though. So, part of all my … fantasies…" Billy's eyes widened. Viggo's fantasies included him? "… is that I want you to take me."

GUH. Billy was shocked. His mouth moved but nothing came out. Immediately, Viggo looked worried. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry! Was that too much? I guess that was a lot to just blurt out like…" Billy fisted Viggo's hair and pulled him back down. He kissed him hard, as hard as he could from his position and finally gave his other hand clearance to touch Viggo's face. Above his beard, the skin over his sharp cheekbones was like suede, his eyebrows spiky, his nose smooth and slightly oily; his ears were cooler than the rest of him, and apparently extra sensitive. When Billy prodded very gently with his pinkie into one ear canal, Viggo hissed and nearly purred.

"You're taking the piss, eh?" Billy questioned, in relation to Viggo's last statement.

Viggo shook his head. "No, I'm dead serious." He rubbed his forehead against Billy's right shoulder and burrowed into his neck. There was a scratchiness—stubble, silkiness—Viggo's incredible lips, and then a sharp pinch over Billy's collarbone.

"Yeh bit meh!" Squeak! "Oi!" Now he was practically being chewed on and it made the Scot squirm and arch up under the larger man. Suddenly he wanted… wanted… very much. "…Aye…Yes," Billy breathed, elongating the vowels.

Viggo lifted his head and smiled down at him. Without a word, he pulled some unseen lever and the couch folded down flat. Climbing off him, Viggo unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and lowered them. His cock sprang free and bobbed a couple times.

Billy stared. Viggo had a silver ring through his foreskin. How the hell had he missed that before? Viggo saw Billy gawking, and smiled sheepishly. "It was a dare," he said. "And you can't see it unless I'm hard."

Billy swallowed, trying not to think about needles. "Can you top with that thing in?" he blurted, too curious not to ask.

"Yeah, though not easily. I wear it as a deterrent, you might say." He had removed the last of his clothes, still kneeling near Billy, who finally had the sense to sit up and attend to his own clothes. His cock thanked him profusely for releasing it from its binding confines. Billy was in mid-wiggle, trying to get his pants all the way off, when he noticed Viggo had produced a tube of lube and was smearing it on his fingers.

Billy interrupted, "I thought yeh wanted to bottom...?"

"Uh-huh." Viggo reached behind himself, eyes closed and forehead furrowed in concentration. Billy wished he could see what he was doing, though he could well imagine. Viggo had been holding his breath. When Billy hitched over to him, knelt up facing the taller man, and wrapped his dominant hand around the pulsating cock, Viggo pushed his hips forwards, half-opened his eyes, caught Billy up in his free arm and plied his warm lips and tongue once more. The Scot let him move as he wished, beginning to stroke the rigid organ in his hand. Viggo followed along at first with quick, forceful thrusts, but stopped almost immediately. "Can't do that," he said from low in his chest. "I'll never last."

"Ah don' care," Billy murmured urgently. "Ah wanna see your face when you do it." He blushed hotly at what he'd said.

Viggo's nostrils flared; his lips curled back; the hollows under his prominent cheekbones deepened. If Billy didn't know better, he'd have thought that being turned on thusly wrought some sort of transformation in the other man, into something very basic and primal. It, he, was still Viggo, just all that more wild. Maybe because he was naked, too, all the innate scholarliness and artistry fell away. It didn't take much for Billy to imagine him with a only bone-and-sinew necklace adorning him, nude body covered in bright-colored war paint.

He knew he shouldn't stare so, but took the opportunity to really look at Viggo, where he knelt, still preparing and pleasuring himself. God, what a magnificent specimen, Billy decided, giggling over his chance terminology. In the low light, Viggo looked darker-skinned than he was, lending credence to the aboriginal imaginings. His bone structure and musculature, ever-moving, was highlighted. His eyes, more than ever, were feral pits glittering flashes of color and want.

Impatiently, Viggo began to palm his cock. The silver ring reflected for just a second and was gone, covered. He slid the foreskin back over the blunt head and swirled his thumb into the leaking juice. The words that came out of his mouth were all that much more incongruous. "As much as I'd like to think all that staring is some form of admiration, I'd like it even more if you would spare me having to do this totally solo."

Billy realized he'd been stroking himself. His hips halted their rolling mid-thrust. No wonder he was having such difficulties speaking. "Aye. Ah got distracted. Sorry. Ah think Ah like watching you being… Viggo-sexual."

Viggo made a quizzical noise. ‘Mm, very caveman,' Billy thought. The green-eyed actor approached and, with insistent gestures, took over the hand activities. "Well… there's homosexual, bisexual, heterosexual. It strikes me that you're [a] Viggo-sexual."

Viggo snorted with laughter. "Like I told you, I'd like to get a little Billy-sexual. Did you wrap your brain around that yet?" He looked down to where Billy was stroking him quickly and efficiently. "Oh, god, such tiny little hands," he moaned. "I swear to god, you gotta stop that or I'm gonna blow…"

"Shut up," Billy cut him off in a very nicey-nice tone, "and do it. Do it now. Paint meh all up in yer cum."

He could see well that Viggo was close. He mustn't have had any in months. His abs heaved and trembled and his heavy sac was drawn up tight. Billy shuffled around to the front of Viggo, ignoring his own body's demands to hurry up and get to the point he was bringing Viggo to. He aimed the throbbing cockhead at his belly and stepped up his pace. Moaning and dropping his head back, Viggo canted his hips up and let it come, thrusting till thick jets of white slicked all over Billy's furry stomach and he was spent and trembling. Billy almost lost it over the sounds Viggo made and the rapture on his face.

When Viggo became too over-sensitive, Billy let go of his slowly softening organ, though reluctantly. He put his fingertips into the warm strings of cum and swirled them through it. Viggo, still panting hard, looked at him with renewed interest. "What a mess," he smirked.

"Sticky." Billy wrinkled his nose at him.

Without another word, Viggo leaned forward and began to lick it up. ‘Viggo-sexual,' Billy thought all over again. Strong, calloused fingers played up his thighs, cradled his balls for a moment, ran around the back to knead his arse.

"You've got the sweetest little ass," Viggo whispered, cupping and splaying those long, roughened fingers over the cheeks. His warm breath fanned all over Billy's belly and thighs. Billy had to clench to keep from shoving Viggo's blond head down further. He loved getting his arse played with. Meanwhile, Viggo had licked up the last traces of semen from his stomach, leaving the hairs damp and almost combed, and moved lower.

"Stop!" Billy cried when Viggo's tongue licked his cock from root to tip and poked into his slit. "Or I won't be able to…"

"Well, we can't have that!" Viggo turned himself around and… Billy's mind coined the phrase, ‘presented his ass,' for what Viggo did. There he was, on all fours, his knees wide apart, his long, lean body tense and waiting...

"Oh, Jaysus fuck," rolled from Billy's mouth. His body knew what to do. Trusting that Viggo had prepared himself enough, he lined himself up and slid into the tight heat between muscular mounds of ass. Slowly, till he was in all the way, stopping once at Viggo's signal to give him time to adjust, Billy waited a minute, and let the sensation build till he couldn't NOT move. He would have liked to take more time, to slide his palms all over Viggo's softly gleaming body first, but the urge to mate was too strong, and unleashed Billy drove into the Dane feverishly.

It seemed to be to Viggo's taste. "Yeah, Billy, that's it; do it harder!" Grabbing hold of the smooth skin just over Viggo's hipbones, Billy slammed him as hard as he could, as hard as he wanted; the constricting ring muscle and clenching tunnel within created such intense friction that Billy was soon gone in a red daze of tingling, squeezing, that hooking feeling under his balls that meant his seed would explode from him within seconds.

Underneath, Viggo rocked back into his frantic thrusts. His powerful body absorbed much of the shock of the pounding and recycled it into a hip-swiveling grind that was so dirty-delicious-looking it finally pushed Billy the last inch into his orgasm. Viggo turned his head and watched Billy come. The man obviously had no idea how damn sexy he was. His tight little body tensed. Beads of sweat glistened on his face and chest. Perfectly formed shoulders and biceps strained; his sharp teeth shone in a half-grimace, half-smile, the strength of his peak evident in his little rapid gasps and the liquid heat flooding into Viggo.

"Och…" Billy reverted. He murmured words unintelligible to Viggo, all burred and lilting. Viggo reached under himself and took himself the final stretch to a second climax, spraying the couch covering with a load of spunk. To Viggo, it felt as if he was a mountain and it had been delved from his very core. Or his heart. After it was over, he laid Billy down, unheedful of the mess, and simply kissed him, all over again. It seemed fitting they should end where they had begun. The Scot's tongue pushed languidly into his mouth as they simply lay there, twining and twirling tongues, for what seemed like hours.

"How many days do you have left, again?" Billy asked after a long while, his emerald eyes half-lidded.

"Two, three maybe."

"We gonna make use of it?"

"Aye," Viggo grinned.

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THE END

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