Title: Juniper Author: Jo Series: Moments In Time, part 2 Rating: R Pairing: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom Disclaimers: didn't happen...well, it could have but they certainly didn't tell me about it so that would make this one of those odd coincidences Summary: A fire, a body pillow, and a bottle of massage oil.... Notes: This is the second story in the series but there's no set timeline for this thing since they're all just random interludes. Thanks to Wendy for betaing it for me...again. *g* He rested his hands on his bare thighs and looked down at the boy lying on the floor in front of him. Orlando was comfortably stretched out on a body pillow. Still damp from the shower, his dark hair was tousled as usual and gleamed softly in the warm glow from the fireplace. His head was turned to the side, resting on his crossed wrists, and he watched him through half open eyelids, dark brown eyes glittering faintly through his lashes. He smiled, shifting his head slightly as he spoke. "What are you doing?" His voice was drowsy, the soft British accent more pronounced. Viggo smiled down at him, his blue-green eyes gleaming with the reflection of the flames a few feet away. "Looking at you," he murmured, trailing his fingers slowly down Orlando's spine. Orlando shivered slightly and closed his eyes for a brief moment before looking up at him again. "Why?" "Because I like looking at you," Viggo replied with a quiet laugh. "You're beautiful." He snorted faintly in amusement. "If you say so." "I do." He leaned across Orlando and picked up a small bottle that had been sitting on the hearth. Squeezing a small amount of the warm liquid into his hand, he smiled as the scent of juniper wafted up to his nostrils. He spread the oil across Orlando's bare back. His hands glided over the now gleaming, olive tinged skin, long fingers kneading the muscles and easing over bone. Orlando sighed softly and let his eyes close again, surrendering to the sensations sweeping through his body. With a practiced touch, Viggo worked his way from Orlando's shoulders down to his feet, massaging every inch of his body before moving back up. Orlando purred deep in his throat, enjoying the fire's warmth and the feel of Viggo's hands on his nude body. Viggo bent forward and softly kissed the nape of his neck, his breath warm against Orlando's skin. "Sit up, love," he whispered, coaxing Orlando up and settling behind him. Orlando rose gracefully to his knees and allowed Viggo to pull him back against his chest. Strands of soft hair slid past Viggo's ear, falling forward to tickle Orlando's shoulder as Viggo nuzzled the curve of his neck. Viggo's hands massaged his shoulders as his mouth made its way up the column of Orlando's throat. Dropping his hands to Orlando's waist and lifting him up, Viggo pulled his hips back towards him and slowly entered him from behind. Orlando's breath caught in his throat as Viggo rocked his hips against him and wrapped his arms around his waist. His back was pressed tightly against Viggo's chest and Viggo's face was buried in his hair. Orlando whimpered slightly when Viggo slid one hand up across his chest, his thumb teasing a nipple into a taut nub. The other hand drifted southwards, skimming across his lower abdomen before settling between his legs, long fingers curling around Orlando and stroking him in time with the movements of his hips. Moaning softly, Orlando reached his hands up and behind his head, his fingers tangling in the dark silk of Viggo's hair. Orlando tilted his head back and looked up at him. Viggo's mouth captured his lips and his tongue greedily sought out his. His fingers continued their torment between Orlando's thighs as he thrust deeply into his body. Soon, his slow and steady rhythm sent Orlando spiraling over the edge, crying out softly as the world seemed to splinter around him. He trembled in Viggo's arms, letting his head fall back against his shoulder. As Orlando's inner muscles spasmed reflexively around him, Viggo gave one final thrust and spilled himself deep inside Orlando, his hoarse groan mingling with Orlando's now softer cries. He held Orlando tightly as their breathing slowly returned to normal. Then, Viggo eased himself from him and gently lowered him to the floor. Stretching out beside Orlando, he pulled a blanket from the couch and draped it over their bodies. Orlando curled up against him, his long legs twining with Viggo's and one arm stealing around his waist. Viggo kissed the top of his head as Orlando snuggled against him, resting his head on Viggo's shoulder. Orlando closed his eyes and sighed contentedly. Viggo watched the orange flames dancing in the fireplace with a ghost of a smile on his lips. Shortly, his eyes drifted closed and his breathing evened out as he joined Orlando in the realm of dreams, their bodies lying closely interlocked on the plush rug in front of the slowly dying fire. ~fin~