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Title: British Wayside Flower
Author: Lily Cameron
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: R
Feedback: Please
Warning: male/male slash (though if you're on this com you probably assumed that) and really really light bdsm
Summary: Orlando let something slip.
Author's Note: My longest fic (not that long!). Inspired by a picture of Viggo and Orlando at the Cannes TTT premiere. And check out the band Lovage. They rule. The title of the fic is from the name my friend gave to Orlando Bloom one day. It has no relevance to the story, I just can't think of a good title.




“That was smart Orlando.” The man said as he entered the hotel room, angrily removing his coat and throwing it into a chair. He moved quickly around the kitchenette preparing coffee in frustrated movements. Behind him followed a younger man, looking slightly hurt. He slunk in like a punished child and sat in the chair closest to the door.
“Just figured you’d clear their suspicions? They already suspected something and now you’ve confirmed it.” The older man stopped in the kitchenette doorway and looked at the younger one.
“I’m sorry Viggo. I just want the whole world to know…about us…don’t be mad.” Orlando looked up and met Viggo’s eyes.
“I’m not. I just…wish sometimes you weren’t so much like you. I can hardly resist it.” At this he walked over to Orlando’s chair and leaned in to kiss him lightly on the forehead. Orlando sighed and moved to pour himself some coffee. God he hated it when Viggo got mad at him. He hadn’t done anything wrong. Well not really. They had been at the movie premier for Two Towers and he had nearly kissed Viggo. On camera. Ok so it sounded worse like that. But the end result was, as Viggo said. He had simply confirmed suspicions. They had shared a hotel room for many months now. It would take a deaf blind dumb to realize they weren’t together. Orlando leaned in the doorway of the kitchenette and sipped his coffee, grimacing at the sharp flavour. He watched Viggo silently as the older man dropped into a chair and opened his book, sinking deep into thought. We are so different, thought Orlando. And yet so much the same.

Viggo looked up and noticed Orlando watching him.
“You look tired Orli. You should get some rest.” He watched as Orlando turned and headed for the bedroom. He returned his eyes to his book, unable to regain enough focus to read it. It was impossible to stay mad at Orlando. One look into those big, brown eyes and he was lost. Now, listening to the boy sing terribly off key as he prepared to go to bed, Viggo laughed out loud. The singing stopped and Orlando stalked back into the main room, clad only in a towel. Leave it to Orli, thought Viggo, to hear me laugh while in the shower, the silly little elf. Viggo felt a rush of pride and love at the thought. My elf. This caused a small smirk to break out across his face. He looked back up at Orlando. And felt himself get rock hard at the sight of the lean, toned nearly naked body in front of him.

Orlando was beautiful. He was thin, as an elf should be, but gave off the impression of a great strength. His long hair, which he had begun to grow after filming on his movies had finished, hung now at the same length as Viggo’s, though Orlando generally had his up, to keep it out of his face. Well-defined check bones and a pair of deep, chocolate brown eyes made up the rest of his face. He was beautiful. And Viggo knew it. Orlando walked towards Viggo, aware of the fact that he looked at his best. He was soaking wet and the towel he had wrapped around his waist was clinging to him, revealing to Viggo exactly how much Orlando wanted him. As he neared Viggo he put on a haughty expression.
“ Were you laughing at my singing?” he asked, unable to hold back a smile. Viggo answered with a small inclination of his head.
“And are you going to apologize?” Orlando asked. Viggo looked up at him and smiled, shaking his head no. Orlando decided this was a good chance for a game. And Orlando had just the one.
“Well then. Until you do. No. Sex.” And at this he turned at stomped off to the bathroom to dry off. Viggo stood looking amused. He knew that Orlando would never last this one. The kid was a nymphomaniac. He would come out on top for this game. In more ways than one. Little did he know, Orlando had some tricks up his sleeves.

Dominic, Elijah, Billy, Viggo and Orlando sat in a row in the movie theatre. Dom and Elijah were sharing a big bowl of popcorn and Billy had a bag of sour patch kids. Orlando just had a coke, and as usual had drunk it all before the previews had ended. Now he was fiddling with the straw, and driving Viggo insane. He should have known better than to take Orlando to a movie. The boy couldn’t keep still for four seconds, let alone three hours. Finally Viggo put a hand on Orlando’s wrist. Orlando looked at him. The touch was electric. The current flowed through Orlando’s body and sent shivers down his spine. Viggo was experiencing much the same, as was apparent in the lust darkening his eyes. They had barely touched in two weeks, and it was getting to them both. Orlando looked away quickly, as Viggo did the same. Both of them were trying hard to ignore that persistent urge to throw the other against the wall and fuck them senseless. Finally Orlando stood up and went to the washroom. He leaned over the sink and splashed water on his face, trying to compose himself. Suddenly he sensed someone behind him. He looked up at the mirror and saw Viggo’s reflection staring at him intently. He turned around quickly.
“Viggo.” Viggo said nothing but moved in closer to Orlando. Orlando stepped back, putting distance between him and Viggo. “Viggo we went through this. You apologize and you get…” Orlando’s words were cut off by a chaste kiss on the lips from Viggo.
“Not here to get anything Orlando. Just wanted to see how you’re holding up.” Orlando gulped, then smiled.
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Title: British Wayside Flower
Author: Lily Cameron
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: R
Feedback: Please
Warning: male/male slash (though if you're on this com you probably assumed that) and really really light bdsm
Summary: Orlando let something slip.
Author's Note: My longest fic (not that long!). Inspired by a picture of Viggo and Orlando at the Cannes TTT premiere. And check out the band <i>Lovage</i>. They rule. The title of the fic is from the name my friend gave to Orlando Bloom one day. It has no relevance to the story, I just can't think of a good title.


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“That was smart Orlando.” The man said as he entered the hotel room, angrily removing his coat and throwing it into a chair. He moved quickly around the kitchenette preparing coffee in frustrated movements. Behind him followed a younger man, looking slightly hurt. He slunk in like a punished child and sat in the chair closest to the door.
“Just figured you’d clear their suspicions? They already suspected something and now you’ve confirmed it.” The older man stopped in the kitchenette doorway and looked at the younger one.
“I’m sorry Viggo. I just want the whole world to know…about us…don’t be mad.” Orlando looked up and met Viggo’s eyes.
“I’m not. I just…wish sometimes you weren’t so much like you. I can hardly resist it.” At this he walked over to Orlando’s chair and leaned in to kiss him lightly on the forehead. Orlando sighed and moved to pour himself some coffee. God he hated it when Viggo got mad at him. He hadn’t done anything wrong. Well not really. They had been at the movie premier for Two Towers and he had nearly kissed Viggo. On camera. Ok so it sounded worse like that. But the end result was, as Viggo said. He had simply confirmed suspicions. They had shared a hotel room for many months now. It would take a deaf blind dumb to realize they weren’t together. Orlando leaned in the doorway of the kitchenette and sipped his coffee, grimacing at the sharp flavour. He watched Viggo silently as the older man dropped into a chair and opened his book, sinking deep into thought. We are so different, thought Orlando. And yet so much the same.

Viggo looked up and noticed Orlando watching him.
“You look tired Orli. You should get some rest.” He watched as Orlando turned and headed for the bedroom. He returned his eyes to his book, unable to regain enough focus to read it. It was impossible to stay mad at Orlando. One look into those big, brown eyes and he was lost. Now, listening to the boy sing terribly off key as he prepared to go to bed, Viggo laughed out loud. The singing stopped and Orlando stalked back into the main room, clad only in a towel. Leave it to Orli, thought Viggo, to hear me laugh while in the shower, the silly little elf. Viggo felt a rush of pride and love at the thought. My elf. This caused a small smirk to break out across his face. He looked back up at Orlando. And felt himself get rock hard at the sight of the lean, toned nearly naked body in front of him.

Orlando was beautiful. He was thin, as an elf should be, but gave off the impression of a great strength. His long hair, which he had begun to grow after filming on his movies had finished, hung now at the same length as Viggo’s, though Orlando generally had his up, to keep it out of his face. Well-defined check bones and a pair of deep, chocolate brown eyes made up the rest of his face. He was beautiful. And Viggo knew it. Orlando walked towards Viggo, aware of the fact that he looked at his best. He was soaking wet and the towel he had wrapped around his waist was clinging to him, revealing to Viggo exactly how much Orlando wanted him. As he neared Viggo he put on a haughty expression.
“ Were you laughing at my singing?” he asked, unable to hold back a smile. Viggo answered with a small inclination of his head.
“And are you going to apologize?” Orlando asked. Viggo looked up at him and smiled, shaking his head no. Orlando decided this was a good chance for a game. And Orlando had just the one.
“Well then. Until you do. No. Sex.” And at this he turned at stomped off to the bathroom to dry off. Viggo stood looking amused. He knew that Orlando would never last this one. The kid was a nymphomaniac. He would come out on top for this game. In more ways than one. Little did he know, Orlando had some tricks up his sleeves.

Dominic, Elijah, Billy, Viggo and Orlando sat in a row in the movie theatre. Dom and Elijah were sharing a big bowl of popcorn and Billy had a bag of sour patch kids. Orlando just had a coke, and as usual had drunk it all before the previews had ended. Now he was fiddling with the straw, and driving Viggo insane. He should have known better than to take Orlando to a movie. The boy couldn’t keep still for four seconds, let alone three hours. Finally Viggo put a hand on Orlando’s wrist. Orlando looked at him. The touch was electric. The current flowed through Orlando’s body and sent shivers down his spine. Viggo was experiencing much the same, as was apparent in the lust darkening his eyes. They had barely touched in two weeks, and it was getting to them both. Orlando looked away quickly, as Viggo did the same. Both of them were trying hard to ignore that persistent urge to throw the other against the wall and fuck them senseless. Finally Orlando stood up and went to the washroom. He leaned over the sink and splashed water on his face, trying to compose himself. Suddenly he sensed someone behind him. He looked up at the mirror and saw Viggo’s reflection staring at him intently. He turned around quickly.
“Viggo.” Viggo said nothing but moved in closer to Orlando. Orlando stepped back, putting distance between him and Viggo. “Viggo we went through this. You apologize and you get…” Orlando’s words were cut off by a chaste kiss on the lips from Viggo.
“Not here to get anything Orlando. Just wanted to see how you’re holding up.” Orlando gulped, then smiled. <So Viggo wants to play games eh? I’ll show him games> Orlando thought. He gyrated his hips slightly, giving Viggo that slight touch of contact he craved.
“I’m fine Viggo.” He said, moving his hips again, eliciting a groan from Viggo “And you?” Suddenly Elijah entered, wondering what was taking them so long. Orlando pulled away and more or less nanced out of the washroom, he was so proud of his winning. As he left he called out over his shoulder “Not till you say you’re sorry Viggo.” Viggo gave Elijah a glare and then stomped out of the washroom, leaving behind a very confused hobbit.

Orlando was going insane. Three weeks. No contact with Viggo whatsoever. His hand could only do so much right? But the old man showed sings of breaking. Being in the same room was unbearable now. It was working out just as planned. But it was the longest three weeks of Orlando’s life. Fuck it all to hell. It felt like 3 months. Orlando looked up as Viggo entered the room, wearing that exact shade of blue that brought out his eyes and nearly made Orlando swoon from pent up lust. And, judging from the way Viggo was taking his time in walking to the other side of the room, it seemed to him that Viggo knew just what the look was doing to Orlando. Finally Orlando stood up.
“Viggo.” Viggo turned and looked at Orlando who looked like he was ready to jump him at any moment. “Sit down. Now.” He ordered. Viggo was too shocked to respond so he sat in the nearest chair. Orlando was sick of waiting, and if Viggo wouldn’t give in, then Orlando would make him. “Now stay there. I’ll be right back.” He said as he breezed from the room. Viggo heard bangs and muffled cursing as Orlando searched for something in the bedroom. Then Viggo’s eyes widened as Orlando stepped back in, dangling a pair of handcuffs from his fingers.
“You are not using those on me Orlando.” Viggo said, standing up quickly.
“I know. They’re for me.” Orlando said as he dropped them on the table. He then pushed Viggo back into the chair and flipped on the CD player that was sitting nearby. Viggo listened to the unfamiliar lyrics for a moment and then gasped.
“Orlando! Did that just say what I think it did? What are we listening to?” Orlando smiled and tossed Viggo the CD case. The band’s name was Lovage and the lyrics sounded absolutely…well…lewd. Not what Viggo generally listened to, but it seemed perfect for Orlando. At this thought Viggo looked up and saw Orlando standing in front of him, eyes lowered, hands resting loosely at his sides. As he noticed Viggo looking up he began to slowly undo the buttons on his shirt starting with the bottom one and working his way up. He shrugged out of his shirt and smiled slightly as he noticed Viggo tensing up. Perfect. He ran his hands slowly up and down his chest and then began to pull lightly and the buttons on the fly of his jeans. Then he stopped.
“Now Viggo. I should have thought of this earlier. Look at you. And the best part is. This isn’t sex.” The evil smirk on his face disappeared as Viggo stood and grabbed him by the shoulders, kissing him roughly.
“Not yet anyway.” Viggo said as he slipped his fingers in the waistband of Orlando’s pants and dragged him into the bedroom, stopping to grab the handcuffs on his way. He pushed Orlando onto the bed and clicked the handcuffs onto him. Orlando whimpered.
“Too tight Viggo! Too tight!” Viggo loosened the handcuffs a little and then leaned in and kissed Orlando, pulling the handcuffed boy’s pants down as he did.
“Does this mean?” Orlando asked, smiling evilly.
“I’m sorry Orlando.” Viggo said and then he kissed Orlando again.

Orlando sat up in bed and groaned as he saw his bruised wrists. He’d ended up pulling on the handcuffs every time Viggo had…well…you know. Orlando smirked and kissed Viggo lightly to wake him up. Viggo smiled and then kissed Orlando’s wrists, laughing slightly as the boy winced.
“That’ll teach you to tease me Orlando.” Viggo said as he stood up and headed to the shower. Suddenly Orlando heard a faint singing coming from the shower. He burst out laughing and could barely contain himself as Viggo re-entered.
“Now say you’re sorry Orlando.” Orlando shook his head and gasped for air. Viggo leaned in close to Orlando, picked up the discarded handcuffs and whispered. “Alright then Orlando. No. Sex.”

~FIN!
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