London

The window was open letting in a cool breeze and the soft glow of the moon. Not that Viggo needed any additional romantic atmosphere to add to his impending climax. Not with Orli's warm, rough hands skating over his chest and stomach. Stopping to pinch one nipple and then the other. Tangling in the course hair at the base of his ever hardening erection. Viggo tensed pushing back harder into the pillows behind his head and running his legs over the soft sheets seeking any kind of stimulation he could get. "Oh fuck," he moaned filling the quiet in the room.

He felt the muscles in his thighs tense as he saw Orli lightly pull his rough fingers across the crease where his body met his legs, following his fingers with his warm, wet tongue and then blowing lightly on the moist flesh. "Orli. God, now! Please!" Viggo moaned as Orlando's mouth surrounded his pulsing flesh with warmth. Beyond coherent thought Viggo's exclamations became disjointed and louder with every descent of Orlando's talented mouth.

"Oh, God." As he withdrew almost completely.

"Yes!" As he plunged back down taking Viggo almost completely down his throat.

"Fuck!" As he milked Viggo's length with his tongue and throat.

"Please, fuck me!" As he swirled his tongue over the over sensitive head.

"If you insist…" Orlando answered reaching for the lube only to find it already clasped by Viggo's fingers. Viggo spread the slippery substance over Orlando's length ignoring his fingers altogether this time.

"I'm ready for you, Baby. Come inside of me." Viggo felt the pressure on the outside of his tightly closed entrance and took a deep breath to relax. Pushing out slightly, he sighed into the slow breech of his body. Each slow stroke made him harder and pushed him closer to the edge. Tonight it wouldn't even be necessary to touch himself. Not with the feel of Orlando inside of him. One stroke. Two. "Yes, fuck, right there!" Viggo's world exploded as his prostate was stroked tentatively at first and then with more pressure and purpose.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God." Viggo screamed into the London night as he climaxed all over his stomach and sheets.

Sweat cooled and breathing returned to normal before Viggo moved. Pulling his hand from between his legs, he reached for the towel beside his bed and cleaned himself off. God he was pathetic. The hotel staff was going to wonder what went on in his bed at night. Six fucking years this had been going on - ever since he had met his drop, dead sexy costar. Of course at the time he had been little more than a boy, but it hadn't stopped Viggo from having very explicit sexual fantasies about him.

Viggo was way beyond sexual fantasies at this point. He had a complete fantasy relationship established. He might have started with thoughts of Orlando naked or giving him the world's best blow job, but now Viggo's day dreams included long talks over coffee and strolls on the beach at sunrise. He'd phase out during lunch with his publisher imagining rubbing the kinks out of Orlando's shoulders after a long day or wiping the salad dressing from the corner of his mouth during an intimate meal. 'God that mouth ought to be registered as a lethal weapon. Didn't Orli realize that when he turned on that megawatt smile, he knocked the breath out of everybody within a half mile radius.' God knows the press understands it. Viggo couldn't turn around these days without Orli smiling at him from the face of half a dozen magazines.

The really stupid thing was that he had gotten to do most of the activities he fantasized about with Orlando. They had become the best of friends during filming in New Zealand and spent many hours together talking, laughing, drinking, and a variety of other pass times. Since filming had finished there had been pick ups, premiers and parties. Viggo had talked long into the night with Orlando about everything under the sun except how he really felt about him.

He had come really close to telling him a couple of times, but something always got in the way. The hobbits would descend upon them or Orli would show up with a new girlfriend in tow. Viggo knew that Orli was bi-sexual, but seeing him casually holding hands or trading kisses with his current flame was always particularly hard. Even if they were together, they would never have the freedom to be casually intimate in public the way that Orlando could be with a girl. That fact, more than any other, kept Viggo silent about his feelings.

Orlando always greeted Viggo with the enthusiasm of a long lost friend when they were reunited by giving Viggo what he had started thinking of as an 'Orli hug.' Orlando's strong arms would wind around his back pulling him flush against the younger man's body from shoulder to knee then he would sink his face into the crook between Viggo's ear and shoulder and take a deep breath. If that wasn't enough to drive Viggo's over stressed libido to the breaking point, he'd squeeze them together and hold on like he was never going to let go. Viggo had given up trying not to get hard during these hugs and had gotten really good at positioning his body so that his telltale bulge couldn't be felt by his younger co-star.

Viggo sighed into the dark room, turned on his side and drifted into an Orlando filled dream. The last coherent thought he had before sleep claimed him was that he was going to spend all of the next day with Sean, the one person who knew about his obsession with Orlando, at least he could talk out some of his stress. His friendship with Sean was one of the best things that had come of his time filming the Rings trilogy. He faded into sleep with a smile on his lips.

~~~~~

Viggo knocked on the door of Beanie's house at about 11:00 the next morning. He hadn't told him exactly when he'd come by because he wasn't sure when his 'California time' body would wake up. He knocked for several minutes before giving up on the front door and starting to walk around the side of the house. You never knew with Beanie. He might be in the back where he couldn't hear the door or just so involved in whatever he was doing that the door just wasn't registering.

This particular morning, Sean was up to his elbows in dirt. Not a bad thing considering the view Viggo had of a first rate ass covered only with a worn pair of cut-off jeans. The view only got better as Sean straightened up flexing and stretching cramped back muscles. His tan, sculpted back covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Viggo smiled. "I wonder what the tabloids would give me for this picture," he joked causing Sean to turn a trowel in one hand and a small flowering plant in the other.

"About damn time you woke up," he taunted back. "I thought you were going to sleep all day."

"Bitch. Bitch. Bitch. You know I'm worth the wait."

"That you are," Sean answered getting to his feet. He opened his arms as he approached the American who shrank back.

"Why don't we get you cleaned up?" Viggo commented looking at the sweat covered chest and dirt covered hands.

"Since when have you worried about a little dirt? I seem to recall us begging you to reacquaint yourself with soap and laundry detergent during our months in New Zealand."

Viggo smirked at the memories. "Well that was then." He accepted Sean's embrace none the less burying his nose into the crook between his shoulder and neck. The whole fellowship had been a touchy bunch, and Viggo missed the contact now that they were apart.

Sean started toward the deck. "Come in and I'll get cleaned up. What do you have planned for today?"

"Nothing much. I've reserved the day for you. It's rare that our schedules coincide like this, and I didn't want to fuck with it." Viggo followed Sean into the kitchen lifting himself onto a counter while Sean cleaned up at the sink.

"Well, I've got a surprise for you tonight about 6:00 but until then I haven't a clue. What do you want to do?"

"A surprise? What?" Viggo raised one eyebrow and looked at Sean. With all the practical jokes during filming, his trust was severely strained when it came to 'surprises'.

"Nope. I'm not telling, so don't even bother. Don't worry it's a surprise you'll enjoy," Sean added smirking to himself as he pulled a t-shirt he had left draped over a kitchen chair over his head.

Viggo just shrugged and followed his friend into the living room. As it turned out, they spent the majority of the day just catching up on each others lives and enjoying the rare chance to do 'nothing'.

~~~~~

About 5:00, Sean stood up and headed for the bedroom. "I'm going to take a shower and change. Entertain yourself for a few minutes before we leave."

"What are we doing? Do I need to head back to the hotel and change?" Viggo asked looking down at his jeans and soft blue cotton button down shirt.

"Absolutely not! Just sit tight!" was the only answer.

Sean reappeared about a half an hour later dressed in similar attire. His shirt was green and brought out the color of his eyes. His hair was still wet from his shower, and he had a leather jack over one shoulder. "Shall we." He motioned toward the door picking up his keys from a table in the foyer. Viggo moved towards the door with a little trepidation but no good excuse to remain seated. Instead of moving towards Sean's car, they headed up the street on foot. The temperature was dropping as night fell making it perfect walking weather. They walked in comfortable silence for a while before Viggo tried one more time to determine their destination.

"Well we are on foot, so we must be headed someplace close. Right?"

Sean just snorted and said, "Nice try. I don't know why you are so worried. I don't have one roll of duct tape with me and I promise I won't get us arrested." He smiled evilly. "If you must know, we are just headed around the corner to my favorite pub. Does that ease your fears? They have a new waitress that I've been trying to impress and being seen with you will only improve me chances."

Viggo laughed relaxing a little bit. "Does that mean you want to be seen with a genuine American actor or that I'm so ugly you'll look good by comparison?"

"What do you think, mate?"

The pub was perfect, just a small local meeting place that accepted Sean as one of its own. He was greeted with back slaps and jokes about the success of his favorite football team as they made their way to a table. The patrons were almost exclusively male and even this early in the evening were well on their way to drunk. Sean made his way to the bar to get their drinks which seemed odd since he had said the purpose of their visit was to charm a waitress. Viggo relaxed into the corner of the booth while he waited. His eyes drifted closed as time differences and the low murmur of voices lulled him to sleep.

He was roused by someone slipping into the booth beside him. This struck his sleep addled brain as odd. Sean would have sat on the bench opposite him. He knew he should open his eyes to investigate, but his eyelids didn't seem to want to cooperate. The warmth of the person next to him grew nearer definitely invading his personal space before he finally opened his eyes.

"Hey, filthy ranger. You're losing your touch if just anyone can sneak up this close to you in your sleep."

The ingrained method actor took over even as his breath was stolen from his lungs. "Well you aren't just anyone. Elves have an amazing ability for stealth."

Then, Orlando smiled illuminated the pub. "God, I've missed you," he started before launching himself into Viggo's arms. Viggo looked up from over Orlando's shoulder to see Sean standing at the bar saluting him with a smile on his face and a pint in his hand before turning back to the man at his side and resuming a heated debate about God knows what.

It took Viggo a minute to realize that Orlando had gone very still in his arms. 'Oh, fuck!' Between sleep and surprise, he hadn't prepared himself for Orli's tackling hug. He was hard as a rock and currently pressing into Orlando's thigh. Orlando slowly moved away, a look of shock making his brown eyes wide. If he'd been smart, Viggo would have found away to joke about always waking up hard, but instead he just looked guilty. Several emotions swept through Orlando's eyes too quickly for Viggo to be able to follow then he pushed himself backwards out of the booth and headed for the door.

Sean's eyes caught the movement, and he turned a confused look to Viggo. Viggo was already on his feet and moving after Orli. He was scared to death, but he couldn't let things end this way. When he pushed through the door, Orli was already a good way down the block and moving at a quick pace. His arms were wrapped around his chest and his shoulders were slumped forward. "Shit." Viggo started down the sidewalk toward Orlando at a run. He started to call out but was afraid the warning would speed him up. When he got close enough, he reached out and caught the younger man by the shoulder.

Orlando spun around and faced him. Viggo had been expecting anger and was completely undone by the tears streaking his beautiful boy's face. "Oh baby, don't cry," was out of his mouth before he could stop it.

Orlando pulled his arms tighter across his chest and asked, "How long, Vig? How long have you had feelings for me?"

Viggo felt like a kid caught skipping school, but he could only be honest when faced with a hurting Orlando. "Years. I didn't want it to destroy our friendship. Orlando you have to know how important you are to me. This changes nothing. I can control..."

Orlando cut him off with an angry snort. "*YOU* can control! What about *ME*! Didn't I deserve to have a voice in this decision?!? Do you have any idea how many nights I've spent without sleep worrying that you'd see through my 'friendly charade'. Worrying that you'd pity the boy who'd lost his heart to you. Just so fucking worked up that I couldn't sleep even after to wanking to images of you fucking me into oblivion! God damn it, Viggo! You've wasted 6 years of my life!" Orlando started pacing back and forth on the sidewalk, gesturing wildly and still ranting at Viggo, but all that faded into the background as what he had said sunk into Viggo's mind.

'Orlando wanted him. Orlando said he had lost his heart. Orlando *loved* him.' Viggo caught the younger man's shoulders and pushed him hard up against the brick wall behind him. Six fucking years he had been waiting and one more minute was too long. He leaned in and captured the still moving lips.

Tbc in O is for an Offer