Ficlet: Sweet The Sting, G

Title: Sweet The Sting
Author: jenlynn820
Pairing: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
Rating: G
Summary: Someone gets stung
Disclaimer: I don’t know Orlando or Viggo and none of this ever happened anywhere but in my head.
Author’s Note: This was written in 30 minutes for the latest 30 minute challenge at Carefully Kissed



“Orlando,” Viggo said, his voice unnervingly calm as always, “stop squirming, would you?”

“The fucker hurts, Viggo,” Orlando said, gritting his teeth. “Fuck, I mean, look at the size of that thing stuck in me!”

Viggo frowned. “I am quite aware of its size, thank you… it is a pretty impressive one though, I’ll admit.”

Orlando growled a little. “You wouldn’t be blabbering about it being so impressive if it was lodged under your skin, would you?”

“Well, no, I mean… I’ve had ones inside me, but none this big.”

“Just get it out of me,” Orlando said, his face flushed red, his hands trembling now and his eyes filling with tears.

“I’m just not sure how to proceed,” Viggo mused, his voice very soft, soothing.

Orlando gritted his teeth. “What do you fucking mean you don’t know how to proceed? I saw you do this in that sodding movie, yeah?”

“That was just acting, Orlando,” Viggo said. “Besides, I don’t seem to have any meat tenderizer on me at the moment, considering we’re in the middle of a field.”

Orlando growled a bit, gritting his teeth. How had he wound up in this ridiculous predicament anyway? Oh, yeah. His ridiculous crush on Viggo, that’s how. He’d been completely and utterly smitten by the older man from just about the moment they met. But so far all he’d gotten from Viggo were polite smiles and occasional short conversations. So when Viggo had invited him to spend the day hiking in this ‘amazing spot I stumbled upon’ Orlando had jumped at the chance.

The day was gloriously sunny and warm and they’d hiked a good deal already by the time they came to the spot Viggo had discovered. It was a clearing covered in lush green grass, wild flowers scattered just about everywhere and a small, sparkling brook running just along the edge and winding back into the wooded area.

Orlando had grinned at Viggo like an idiot and received an equally giddy smile in return. They kicked off their shoes and explored along the water’s edge for a bit before returning to the knoll and dropping down onto the grass to enjoy the food Viggo has packed and the lovely company each other was providing. And that was when it had all gone horribly wrong.

Orli bit hard now on his lower lip as he watched Viggo examine the heel of his foot. Idiot. Didn’t his mother always tell him to wear shoes? It rang out in his head, a memory from childhood. His mother yelling after him to put his shoes on when she’d spy him running around outside without them. He hated that his mother always seemed to be right. And now he was paying the price. Viggo prodded his now sensitive skin. “Fuck!”

“Sorry,” Viggo said. “I have an idea… something I think I remember my mom doing when I was a kid, hang on…”

Orlando watched as Viggo went down to the shore and squinted as Viggo returned with a huge pile of mud in his hands. “Mud?”

“Yeah… just trust me, okay?”

Orlando nodded. “I do.” He grimaced as Viggo covered his foot in mud. Viggo talked to him softly as they waited for the mud to do its work. He didn’t know how much time had passed by the time Viggo used some bottled water to wash his foot off. The stinger came loose too and most of the pain was gone. “Feels a bit better,” Orli said.

“Good,” Viggo said. “I’m sorry, Orlando, I guess this wasn’t such a good idea after all.”

Orli looked up now and at Viggo’s face. He saw guilt there and a tinge of regret. It made his heart sink and his throat tighten. “I didn’t say that,” Orlando said. “This has been one of my best days here. Fuck, Vig, do you know how long I’ve wanted to just… go somewhere with you, just us? No hobbits or wizards or cranky Gondorians to bollocks things up?”

“I thought you liked hanging out with everyone,” Viggo said.

“I do. But I’ve been… well, wanting to get to know you better… away from everyone else,” Orlando said, his voice soft. Viggo’s thumb was idly stroking along the back of Orlando’s ankle now, and that simple, seemingly innocent touch made Orli shiver.

“I’ve wanted that too. That’s what I meant for today to be. I’m just sorry for the sour note it ended on…”

Orlando scooted his body closer to Viggo’s and wrapped one hand behind the other man’s neck. Their eyes met and remained open as Orli leaned in and pressed his mouth to Viggo’s. The kiss was soft but sent ripples of electricity through Orli’s frame. He could feel Viggo trembling ever so slightly against him and knew the other man felt it too. When their lips parted at last both were breathless. “I dunno, Vig… that sting is feeling awfully sweet to me right now.”

Viggo grinned and brought his hand to Orli’s cheek. “You ain’t felt nothing yet,” he rasped before joining their mouths once more as they sunk down into a tangled heap on the grass.

~fin~