Posted: July 2004
Title: What Orlando Saw
Author: Naresha
Fandom: Real Person Fiction
Genre: RPS
Characters: Viggo Mortensen/Sean Bean, Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom implied
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Larien Elengasse
Summary: Sean has no idea what Orli really sees in Viggo, but he wishes he did.
Warnings: Gratuitous homosexual sexual relations.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and it is not intended to cause insult or offence to the persons referred to herein.
Notation: This fic has been rated in accordance with the approved TTFF Rating System for Australian and New Zealand fiction.
Notes: Frigging Spitsy bit me in my dreams and refused to let go until I wrote it all down. Written in forty-five minutes!
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Sean sighed.

And rolled over.

And kicked off his bed sheets, sighed again and rolled over again. Finally, he threw his pillow across the room and flopped back down on the bed, an exasperated groan escaping from his mouth.

"Bastards!"

He really had to talk to whoever organised who got what room in hotels. Because *this* was ridiculous! He had been suffering the midnight ministrations of Viggo to Orlando and vice versa for just over a week now and it was beginning to do more than just wear on his nerves. First, it had amused him; the older actor and the young, relative new-comer being so totally smitten with each other and not having seen each other in a while. He'd let it slide, thinking that the ruckus they had made for hours on end that first night would be considerably tamer the next night and allow him to get something that resembled sleep. But he'd been wrong. Night number two had been just as enthusiastic as night number one! Night three and Sean had managed to get to bed before the two of them, which meant he had a small amount of sleep under his belt when Viggo and Orlando had started up again. This time, it filtered into his dreams first. The noises of their lovemaking had become the noises of Sean and an unknown person in Sean's sleeping mind. Then slowly, as Sean's mind began to awaken, the unknown became someone that Sean knew very well. The unknown face had ever so slowly morphed into Viggo's features, then into Orlando's, and finally back to Viggo's. And Sean snapped awake, more turned on than he had been in a long time. Nothing he tried would lessen the effect that this dream had had on him, except a brutally cold shower.

Tonight was night number nine and Sean was getting twitchy. Six days of getting increasingly turned on by the actions of two of his friends. Now it wasn't just keeping his mind awake, his libido was growling and snarling at him in a way it hadn't done in years. And it wanted Viggo Mortensen to come and snuff it out.

Groaning again, Sean rolled onto his stomach and regretted it immediately. All it did was press his painfully obvious erection further into him. He rolled onto his back, pulling the second pillow over his face in an unsuccessful attempt to block out a modicum of the noise from next door. He groaned and the second pillow soon joined the first in a pile by the window.

Sighing, Sean got up and turned the cold tap in the shower on full blast, kicking off his boxer shorts before jumping under the stinging, icy needles of water. Biting his lip as the freezing water pounded his sweat-soaked skin, Sean finally wrenched the tap off in annoyance and yanked a towel around his waist. "Great!" he muttered to himself. "Not even that fucking works anymore!" Sneering at the shower as he turned off the bathroom light, he pulled the door to the mini-bar open with bottle-shaking ferocity, snatching two bottles of beer out of it, downing them both in only moments. He sighed, spinning an empty bottle in his fingers, before pulling a selection of stronger, albeit smaller, alcoholic beverages from the fridge.

Half an hour, and half a mini-bar later, all Sean had succeeded in doing was getting himself very drunk. Viggo and Orlando were still hard at it, driving Sean even more insane. He glanced at the fridge and then at the mini-mountain of bottles near his feet. He sighed, squeezing his eyes shut as he massaged his shoulders in an attempt to quell the headache that was beginning to form.

"Just go and tell them to shut up!"

The thought jumped into Sean's mind, clear as a bell and he found himself glancing around the room in a drunken stupor, looking for a second inhabitant. He struggled to his feet and out of his front door, pounding on the front door of the room next to him. Moments later, Viggo stood in the doorway.

"Sean! Um… What's up?" Viggo said, extremely surprised to see his friend and neighbour standing before him in nothing but a towel.

"What's up?!" Sean stared at him in foggy amazement. "Unfortunately you and your toy boy are both up! I can't sleep for shit because of you two!" He sniffed, blinking as he tried to look pissed off, but finding he had more than a little trouble seeing exactly where Viggo was. Grunting, he turned and stumbled back into his room, forgetting to shut the door behind him.

"Sean… Is everything okay? You don't seem to be…" A boxer shorts-clad Viggo followed him into his room, trailing off as he saw the number of bottles on the floor. "Sean… How much did you drink? And please don't tell me this is all tonight!"

Sean looked up, surprised at the voice. "Viggo! What are you doing here?! And of course they're all tonight's! Why wouldn't they be? They restock that thing every day, remember?" Sean waved a finger in Viggo's face as he tried to pull himself up.

Viggo sighed and shook his head, catching Sean under the arms and pulling him to his feet.

"What's he see in you, Vig? I mean, you're attractive and all that, but he could have anyone he wanted! No offence or anything…" Sean looked him over critically, suddenly realising that Viggo really wasn't wearing a lot.

"What's he see?" A wicked, cat-like smile spread across Viggo's lips. "How about I show you?" he whispered in Sean's ear. "I mean… It's sort of obvious that Orlando and I aren't only keeping ourselves *up*…" Viggo trailed off again as he glanced knowingly down at Sean's groin. He grinned another feral grin and slowly eased his hand under Sean's towel.

Sean gasped as Viggo's warm, calloused hand closed around his erection, beginning to move in slow strokes from the base to the tip. "Viggo… What…" He stopped, feeling his body begin to warm to Viggo's gradually quickening strokes.

Viggo laughed softly, deep in his throat. "Getting an idea?"

Sean nodded silently, all his attention concentrated on simply drawing each breath.

Viggo grinned, his speedy strokes causing Sean's towel to fall to the ground. Slowly, he licked one finger and slid it behind Sean, easing it in between Sean's cheeks and pressing inside the Brit. Smiling, he felt his digit move further and further inside, finally hitting against the sweet spot he was searching for.

Sean gasped and found himself bucking into Viggo's hand, sweat rolling in beads down his chest and back, finally climaxing into the calloused, thick fingers.

Viggo grinned, pulling his hands away from Sean, easing him down to the floor. "See you later, neighbour." He said, smiling as he pulled the door closed behind him

Sean groaned, his head resting against the wall, his eyes falling closed for a moment. Even in his drunken, orgasmic stupor he laughed. He finally knew what Orlando saw.

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THE END

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