"Vig, you don't know what you're talking about, mate!" Sean laughed, shaking his head and dropping himself happily into his makeup chair to have 'Boromir' removed.

"You think I didn't see you today? If you lusted after that boy any more, your cock would be pulling you along! And I rather think it is…" he added in a hushed voice noticing the prominent bulge at the front of Sean's costume.

"Granted, he is quite pleasing to the eye, but really…." Sean's voice trailed off, but the amused grin remained.

"Butt really is precisely the point, Sean. Set your sights a bit higher, would you? Or at least older." Viggo snorted, "You're damn near old enough to be his father!"

Sean withheld a retort as the makeup-girls came in to clean the men up and stash their wardrobes. Funny faces were exchanged in the mirror, along with some snickers, snorts, and headshakes. The ladies finished their jobs as quickly as possible, sensing either an argument or something more strenuous in the works.

When they were finished, Viggo watched the last one, Wendy, be-bop down the trailer stairs carrying all of their clothing except for the boxers and t-shirts they still wore. Before she closed the door she looked at both men, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Don't strain yourselves too much, boys. Peter would be upset if you 'pulled' anything." With that she grinned cheekily and shut the door with a snap before Sean could get out of his seat and strangle her.

Viggo's eyes were still wide with surprise at her brazenness. Seeing that, Sean tried to lighten the mood by going back to their previous discussion. "I think you're just jealous, mate."

"Jealous? Me? Of what, exactly?" Viggo asked, his curiosity genuinely piqued.

"I believe," Sean began, rising from his chair and approaching Viggo's seat in a most predatory manner, "that you quite fancy the lad as well." When Viggo started to protest, Sean interrupted, "And that you think I might actually get to him first, thereby spoiling your sport." He leaned over Viggo then, his hands braced on the armrests.

Viggo opened his mouth to speak and then closed it quickly. Sean's raised eyebrow spurred him on anyway. "I do not deny that I find him quite…energetic. However, I know that his age precludes me from overstepping certain boundaries."

Had someone turned on the heat?

"He's an adult, Viggo. And last time I checked, so were you," he added insinuatingly, his eyes leering at Viggo as if he would soon devour the man.

Viggo swallowed visibly, clenching his hands into fists and noticing the sweat on his palms. What was he so nervous about? This was Sean - his friend. But the look in the other man's eyes was anything but friendly. Viggo's pulsed quickened like a deer caught in headlights. He could no more move away than sit still. Sean was on the hunt and the scent of carnal lust was in the air.

Acting before he thought it through completely, he shoved Sean backwards into the other chair and rose, turning away from him. The insistent pulsing in his groin was growing and he couldn't afford Sean to see it; the boxers certainly wouldn't hide it. He'd had an affinity for the man since the day he arrived, and he'd kept it successfully hidden for several weeks; he wasn't about to blow it now. 'Blow it? Oh god…,' he groused, feeling another surge of his cock at the visuals.

Before he could assimilate the action, he found himself firmly pressed against the wall, his cheek rubbing the smooth surface as his hands were tightly drawn up behind his back. He squelched the surprise from his voice, deciding instead on anger. "What the fuck are you doing, Sean?"

Sean reached between Viggo and the wall, grasping firmly the rock-hard cock in Viggo's boxers. "It appears that I'm giving you a raging hard-on, mate," Sean stated cheekily.

Viggo's respirations came as fast now as his heart was hammering in his chest. Could Sean have known? Viggo was certain he'd never said anything to anyone about the way the curve of Sean's ass made him want to throw the man against a wall and shag him senseless, so why did he find himself in exactly the same position?

"Yeah? So what do you plan on doing about it?" Viggo couldn't believe the challenge he'd just issued. Had he completely lost his faculties? He squeezed his eyes shut as he waited for a reply - in whatever form it might take.

Sean chuckled seeing the look of panic cross Viggo's face. This was all too easy, yet still very fun. Viggo wasn't the only one who had been watching other people's activities. And some folks were all too happy to pass on that sort of information. Pressing the full length of his body against Viggo's, Sean licked the outer shell of his ear and whispered, "Why Viggo, I'm going to give you the shagging you so desire, my pet."

Fire flashed over Viggo's nerve endings as Sean deftly spun him back around and resumed his place along his body, this time pinning Viggo's hands above his head. The scent of primal hunger filled the air, the nostrils of both men flaring under the assault on their senses. Sean nuzzled Viggo's neck, firmly biting the flesh there but not leaving a mark. He moved his body just enough so that Viggo would feel the full evidence of his lust. Both men groaned in unison at the contact.

The friction of their erections blew wind into Viggo's sails and he whimpered at the thought of things to come, licking Sean's jaw line as he tried to free his hands. Sean did not release him as he licked and nibbled up the side of Viggo's neck, bringing his face directly in front of Viggo's and flicking his tongue over the scar on his upper lip. That damned scar… it was but one of the sexiest things about the man and Sean had dreamed of tormenting it.

They stared into each other's eyes as Sean continued to taunt Viggo's scar with the tip of his tongue. A fire raged in Viggo's eyes that could only be doused by the flood of sexual release. Sean's eyes burned with the same desire. He'd wanted this man for so long from afar; he couldn't comprehend how this had come upon him so quickly. Viggo's heart skipped with the last flick and in an instant he had sucked Sean's tongue into his mouth. Fireworks exploded behind his eyes as they closed, feeling the heat of Sean's mouth searing him as the scruffy blonde's tongue danced within his mouth.

Sean drew back reluctantly, his gaze smoldering as he let Viggo's hands slip free. The panic he had previously seen in Viggo's eyes was long gone, but the pace of his breathing was still equal to a racing horse. He was still leaning against the wall, effectively pinning Viggo in place beneath him, and Viggo showed no sign of moving. The provocative whisper of Viggo's voice caressed his ear as he felt the other man's hands on his waist and pulling up on his shirt. "You have far too many clothes on, my friend."

Sean's breath caught at the tender touch of Viggo's callused fingers traveling up his abdomen as the shirt was gently lifted over his head and he watched raptly as it fell to the floor. Who was seducing whom here? Sean's hands resumed their place on the wall above Viggo. His nipples firmed into tight little nubs as Viggo leaned forward and breathed warm air over one before touching it lightly with the tip of his tongue in much the same manner as Sean had done with his scar. Sean's breath let loose in a long groan of pleasure. He felt Viggo's hands again on his waist, now circling the rim of his boxers. The flitting sensation made his stomach retract from the touch.

"Never pegged you for the ticklish sort, Sean," Viggo murmured hungrily.

"You set me blood on fire, mate." Sean growled as he leaned down to find Viggo's mouth again and righted the man to standing. Sean's sense of patience vanished at that point. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside this gorgeous man. But did Viggo bottom? Oh god, there were too many unanswered questions, with no time for a heart to heart. He decided to play it by ear and reached down inside Viggo's boxers, grasping his aching cock with one hand while the other squeezed his ass.

The gasp as he fingered the rim of Viggo's entrance sent shivers of delight through Sean. Viggo's voice was barely audible as Sean leaned forward, sucking a peaked nipple through Viggo's shirt. "Sean, you should know I don't normally bottom," Sean's suckling stopped, "but in this case I'm going to make an exception."

Sean stood up, green eyes meeting blue, as acknowledgement was given and received. He leaned forward, taking Viggo's lips in a tender kiss that became fueled once more as Sean's hand squeezed Viggo.

"Jesus, Sean!" Viggo threw his head back against the wall with a rather loud 'thud' as Sean snickered. Kneeling down, Sean pushed the boxers to the floor and Viggo stepped out of them, his cock springing happily in Sean's face.

Recalling Viggo's earlier challenge, he languidly licked the droplet of pre-come from the tip, watching Viggo's head tilt away from the wall as their eyes locked again. Viggo's mouth formed a perfect 'O' shape as he took in the spectacle below his waist. Another scream of curses issued forth as Sean swiftly sucked the full length into his mouth and began humming.

Viggo's hips rocked unconsciously in an erotic rhythm set by Sean's enchanting oral talents. He felt the burn in his balls as they began to draw up and he begged Sean to stop or it would all end too soon. Sean ignored his pleas, continuing to hum, lick, and suck; determined to drive his lover to release. One of Viggo's fists struck the wall behind him while the other hand grasped the back of Sean's head, urging him on.

"Oh fuck… Sean… yeah!" The brilliance of orgasmic light exploded behind Viggo's eyelids as he came in Sean's mouth. Never negligent in his loving ways, Sean licked him clean then helped him to lie on the floor. Viggo's eyes were still somewhat glazed as Sean kissed him and he tasted his essence on his lover's tongue.

Watching Viggo's orgasm overtake him had almost been Sean's undoing. He'd had to concentrate on the task at hand and not indulge in the beautifully erotic display of Viggo's face. He still had trouble believing this was happening. Some angel was definitely watching out for his best interests - or at least his more personal ones.

As Sean pulled away from his lips, Viggo watched him remove his boxers and kneel between his spread legs while Viggo removed his own shirt. Sean propped Viggo's legs up so his feet were flat on the floor and began kissing his knee, working his way back towards Viggo's center. Soon he had Viggo trembling, the sound of moans, curses, and whispered promises fluidly spilling from Viggo's lips.

"Don't think I won't hold you to each of those, mate," Sean stated matter-of-factly before nuzzling Viggo's sac.

"Fuck! Sean, I can't take anymore… just fuck me already!" The tentative stroke of fingertips over his skin was driving Viggo insane with need. His nipples ached pleasantly from the intermittent tweaking they had received.

"But I've barely touched you." The wicked glimmer in Sean's eyes told Viggo that the blonde would be capable of more pleasure than Viggo currently wanted to take the time to find out.

"And if you touch me any more I'll come again… and I'll just be blunt and say a third time has never been my charm."

Sean sighed dramatically. "Very well, have it your way you daft bugger." Sean stood up and walked over to his chair, leaving a stunned Viggo gaping at him. Casting a glance back over his shoulder, he laughed heartily at Viggo's appearance. "Just got up to get the lube," he grinned cheekily, opening a drawer and extracting a tube.

"You really are a wanker, Sean." Viggo smiled with a soft sigh as Sean resumed his place between Viggo's legs.

"I know," he smirked as he inserted the tip of his index finger into Viggo's tight hole.

Viggo didn't know what caught him more off guard, the intrusion of the finger or the chill of the lube. "Hell, Sean!" Viggo gasped, grabbing the head of the man who was now licking up his taut abdomen.

"Mmm?" was all the response he got as Sean sucked a nipple into his mouth and slid his finger further inside. Knowing Viggo didn't bottom often, he decided he was going to turn the man into molten jello.

Viggo could only groan at the assault his senses were taking. He'd never felt so loved; never put so much trust in another human being. He felt completely protected and showed the other man just how much as he drew Sean up for another tantalizing kiss.

Sean's cock wept copiously as Viggo's tongue plundered his mouth. He had to get inside him, 'NOW' his mind screamed. Adding a second finger, he felt Viggo's hips lift off the floor at the breach, and then pushing back against them. Sean felt lightheaded and wondered how such a rush of adrenaline was possible simply from a kiss and a fingerfuck. He pulled his lips away with a feral growl. "I want you now, Viggo."

Viggo could only nod as their kiss had left him temporarily incoherent. He pulled his legs up to his chest and waited for what seemed like an eternity while Sean slicked himself.

Just touching himself nearly sent him over the edge. The man before him had him so worked up and Viggo had never really touched him. But damn, he was one hell of a kisser! Placing the tip of his engorged cock at Viggo's entrance, he caught his lover's eyes and felt more than saw the affirmative as Viggo reached for him.

Viggo felt the pressure, watched Sean's intense gaze as he made sure Viggo was in no pain, then felt the sublime bliss as Sean filled him completely. He pulled Sean into his arms, needing the full-body contact as they coupled.

Sean couldn't understand how something that had started out so bawdy had become something intimate and tender. But he'd be damned if he'd spoil the perfect ecstasy filling Viggo's face. His strokes slow and sure, he unerringly hit Viggo's sweet-spot over and over, causing the man below him to shudder, his fingers digging into Sean's ass as he clutched him like a lifeline.

Feeling the heaviness begin in his stomach, Viggo drew Sean in for another kiss. "Sean… so close…," he panted.

Speeding his thrusts so as not to lag behind his lover's release, Sean's shout of orgasm hit soon after Viggo's, his lover's tight sheath squeezing in a magnetic embrace.

He rolled to his side, bringing Viggo with him and kissing his bruised lips gently. Neither spoke as they snuggled into each other's arms; neither wanted to shatter the moment.

~@~~@~~@~

After a shower, both men had dressed and were sitting on the small couch, still in the trailer. They had begun a conversation while in the shower and were continuing it now, chatting animatedly in the darkening hours as they sat within comfortable reaching distance of each other.

A lively figure burst in through the door without preamble, "Hey guys, you ready to go-" Orlando shouted, but broke off when he glanced over to the couch at the two men who were looking at him with identical curious expressions.

Not much got past Orlando, and this time was no exception. The twin guilty stares, the wet hair, and Sean's hand resting lightly on Viggo's leg… oh yeah, they'd shagged. Hands on hips, he approached the pair, a knowing smirk pasted on his face. "Well, well, well…" he said, going to stand in front of Sean, "I didn't think you two would ever get around to doing the horizontal." He leaned forward, grasping Sean's chin and tilting it upwards before placing his lips on the other man's and all but raping the other man with his tongue.

Viggo's mouth opened to protest their innocence but shut quickly at the sight of Orlando's tongue in action. Someone had turned the heat back up again. Orlando withdrew, pushing lightly on Sean's chest so he fell back against the couch with a sigh, his free hand absently rearranging a renewed erection.

Orlando's attention then focused on Viggo as he took the step that brought him in front of the other man. Performing nearly the same maneuver, but with an added grasp to Viggo's shirt, Orlando drew the dark-haired man forward, giving his lips the same plentiful attention that Sean's had received.

This time it was Sean's turn to gape, the hand that still rested on Viggo's leg now tightening slightly at the erotic image before him. Damn, Orlando was a sexy creature! He didn't understand how watching him kiss another man could be so arousing, but damn if his cock wasn't ready to bust from its confinement. Orlando pulled away from Viggo in a manner similar to Sean and backed away from the pair.

Reaching for the trailer door he added, "You two are a lot of work, ya know? The intimate confessions, suggestions and hints; not to mention the secret rendezvous and unending shags that I sacrificed myself for with each of you…" he rolled his eyes dramatically, a huge grin plastered across his face at the two men who still hadn't figured it out yet. Shaking his head, he bowed theatrically and left the trailer.

Hearing the door snap shut, the remaining men turned to stare at each other, confusion written plainly on their faces. A performance of comedic proportions commenced as both men instantly realized what had happened. "You?" they said, pointing at each other, "Him?" they pointed to the door.

A leering grin spread over Sean's face as he rose from the couch, extending a hand to Viggo. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked.

"I think so," Viggo replied, the grin contagious as he opened the trailer door. "Orli-sandwich?"

At Sean's nod Viggo said, "What are we waiting for? There's an Elf's butt out there with our names written all over it!"

And with that they were gone into the night, chasing a dark-haired elf who wouldn't remember his name in the morning. But that is another story….