Errant Vine

The day got off to a rough start...a confrontation with Karl as we were leaving for the beach so Orlando could surf with the hobbits. Karl touched a raw nerve...that Orlando is too young for me...too young to take care of me. The day turned out to be a good one. Orlando had fun and the light came back into his eyes. We're home now...soaking in the tub.

"Fuck..." I moan and let my head fall back against his shoulder, "I really needed this..."

He smiles and kisses my shoulder, rubs my arms. "Just let the heat relax you..."

"Mmmm...your heat..." I say and give him a goofy smile. "You're like my personal hot water bottle...when you wrap around me in bed..."

"I'm glad you like that... I love being able to get so close... that you let me..."

He likes to snuggle, to cuddle, and I know that he's a little insecure about it...other men have accused him of being clingy. "Let you? I need it...crave it...crave you..." I say and turn my head and kiss his lips.

Its Saturday and Orlando has a date to go surfing with the Hobbits but he's concern about my back and has offered to stay at home with me. Not that I wouldn't enjoy and lazy Saturday in bed with my husband...I just know how much he has been looking forward to this, how much the Hobbits have been looking forward to it...so we've decided that I'll go with him and relax in the warm sand...and then I get to come home to a massage and a happy ending.

"I'll take a notebook and that novel I bought the other day," I say. we finish our breakfast. "I'll get the dishes while you pack your gear."

He smiles and kisses me. "Let me get the dishes and then I'll get my stuff and yours. You relax," he tell me seriously.

I nod and kiss his lips. "I'm going to take my coffee out on the deck and have a smoke, okay?" I say softly.

He nods. "Enjoy it, darling... I'll be right there."

We kiss softly. I take my mug and my smokes out to the deck and sit in one of our chaise lounges. I set down my cup and light up a cigarette. I can hear him shuffling around inside, humming to himself. I smile and close my eyes, rest my head against the back of the chair. I can hear a car pull up around front. I figure its the hobbits, though Orlando was supposed to meet them at the beach. I am just about to call out to Orlando when I hear a voice calling, "hello." It's Karl.

I can see now why he doesn't like to take the medication for his back...it has well and completely kicked my ass. I can barely see straight let alone think clearly. I watch him pull on a pair of sweatpants and leave the room...to make me soup. I rest my head back on the pillow and close my eyes...

We are in our makeup chairs getting our wigs, and in Orlando's case, his ears on. The ladies are teasing him and making him blush but he is ever the artful dodger. "Hey, Vig, your back okay?"

The ladies start to cluck over me and ask me what I did to hurt my back. They scold me for lifting Dom for ask me how I'm feeling. I smile and tell all of them that I'm fine but the truth is that I am starting to ache. I don't want to make a fuss about it. I know that Orlando deals with much more pain on a daily basis. "Nothing I can't handle..."

I can't seem to keep my hands off of him in the shower...I wrap my arm around him and brace him against me as I work his flesh, my soapy hand gliding easily over his skin. His nails dig into my hips. "Come for me, Orlando..."

He lets out a low moan as he comes, grabbing on to me so he doesn't lose balance. "God, Vig..."

"I've got you..." I murmur as I feel his body go slack in my arms. "Don't worry...I won't let you fall..." I kiss his lips. "You okay?"

I woke up snuggled in his arms. He let me sleep...stayed up and watched me sleep...and that fact melted my heart. He makes love to me slowly now, letting every stroke count, kissing my lips, repeating over and over how much he loves me. He reaches between my legs and starts to stroke my cock. "Come for me, love..."

I close my eyes...and concentrate on him...the feel of his weight on top of me...the heat of his body...the smell of his skin...the way he moves inside of me...the feeling of his hand tugging my cock. I buck my hips as the pleasure takes me. "Orlando..." I breathe as I come.

My body clamps down on him and he cries out, driving harder into me until he finds his own release. He sinks down against me and holds me.

We are quiet...I listen to the beating of his heart, the sound of his breathing. The warmth of him comforts me so I tighten my arms around him. "I love you..."

Lost in the wild of New Zealand...and not on purpose. The night is moonless and dark...and fucking cold...but we have a large fire burning and I am determined to tend it...to keep him warm.

I lay on my back with my head resting on the backpack. I pull him to me and hold him close...position him so that he is laying on my chest, off the ground...he gets chilled so easily. I cover us with the second blanket. I feel so badly about getting him lost...I need to watch over him, keep him safe while he sleeps.

He caresses my cheek. "Hey... it's not your fault, we just took a wrong turn but like I said, we're toghether and the morning will come and we'll be fine..."

"We will be," I say softly and lean into his touch. "We'll find our way home and we'll get a hot shower and take a nap in our bed before we go to work." I tip up my chin and kiss his lips softly. "Rest your head, angel...sleep in my arms..."

He does as I asks, putting his head on me, closing his eyes. "Can you sing to me?"

I kiss the top of his head, bury my nose in his curls. He smells like the fire. "Of course I can..." I whisper. "Close your eyes..." I watch his eyes flutter closed. I start to sing softly, an old Joni Mitchell song, and stroke his hair.

There's something about the great outdoors...we can't seem to help ourselves...

I withdraw my fingers and reach for the lube. he grabs it fist and pours some into his palm, slicks my cock, strokes my length until I grab his wrist to stop him. He smiles up at me. "Minx..." I tease him. I position myself against him. He grips my shoulders as I thrust forward into his body.

He hisses as I move inside him, arching to meet my thrusts. "Oh," he gasps softly as I pick up the pace.

"Is that good, angel...?" I ask and thrust sharply, striking his gland.

"So so good... more... please..." he wimpers and clings to me tightly.

I cover his mouth in a kiss and drive into his body. I reach between us and take hold of his length.

We are heading home after a wonderful jazz concert...and a little nookie...in the park. Orlando has had a bit too much to drink and he is sitting too close to me in the car, not that I am complaining. He is stroking my thigh as I drive, singing, resting his head on my shoulder. "Let's talk about sex baby..."

Okay, so he is singing along with the radio...but I can't resist the temptation. At a red light I turn my head and whisper in his ear, "I want to feel your hands fist in my hair as I suck you of..."

It's date night. A jazz festival in the park...and Orlando is buying me dinner. We are getting a pizza to take back to the park and eat on our blanket as we watch the show.

"What are we getting on our pizza tonight?"

"Mushrooms and maybe peperoni?" He asks. "I'm open to anything though so if you have an idea..."

I smirk and turn to the man waiting to take our order. "Anchovies and black olives," I say and watch Orlando pull a face. "I'm kidding." I squeeze his hand and pull him closer to me. "Mushrooms and peperoni sounds perfect."

He reaches for me and hesitates before he touches my lips very softly. "I love you... I wanted for you to kiss me so fucking badly but I didn't want to be selfish..."

I kiss his fingertips and his hand trembles as he considers pulling it away. I gently grasp his wrist. "You're not selfish," I assure him softly. "I needed to kiss you...I had to..."

"The last few days when we couldn't kiss-- it's such an intimate act, isnt it? In some ways more so than when we make love... if that makes sense.."

"It does make sense..." I say and brush my lips over his. We both shiver. "Kisses can comfort...or make your heart race...your skin burn..."

"Yeah," he says. "I think about our first kiss a lot... I just..." he closes his eyes and presses his fingertips softly to his own mouth. "I relive that moment- the first touch of your mouth to mine... the way it felt... in my heart... against my lips..."

"Orlando..." I whisper and he opens his eyes. I gently move his hand away from his mouth. I look deeply into his gorgeous brown eyes. "I was nervous..." I tell him. "Part of me wondered...if you would allow it..."

Orlando gave me some of my meds in the trailer before we left for breakfast and I told him he didn't need to get me doped up to take advantage of me. He mentioned that I get him doped up sometimes. "I do get you doped up sometimes...because you're cute when you giggle."

He wrinkles his nose. "Yeah but I feel so spacey and fuzzy..." he says. He drinks some juice and squeezes my hand.

"I know. That's why I don't do it often," I laugh. "Besides...I'd rather seduce you while you're sober..."

He grins. "Glad I'm better sober. How are you feeling with the drugs?"

"I'm...fuzzy...getting fuzzy...but that might be being so close to you as much as the drugs," I murmur. "I feel so much better when I'm with you."

He kisses me softly. "I liked kissing you-- I love kissing you..."

His mouth is on mine...so soft and warm and sweet. He sucks lightly on my bruised lower lip, soothing it. "Your kisses...make me weak..."

"I feel a little week myself after what we just did..." he murmurs.

"Are you all right?" I ask as he runs his tounge over lower lip. "Was I too rough?"

"No... I liked it-- I like it that way sometimes," he confesses.

I smile softly and touch his cheek. "A little wild..."

I hate dentists. I'm exhausted and sore, my face hurts and I had a huge needle poked into my gums. We're home now and after a hot shower we are tucked into bed. His lips feel good on my skin and the warmth of him is soothing. I should sleep...but I need him...

"How can I make you feel better?" He purrs.

I bring my mouth near his ear and whisper softly. "Be inside of me..."

"Anything you want, love," he murmurs, pushing me softly to my back, settling between my legs. "Try to relax..."

"Keep talking to me..." I say and look up into his warm, brown eyes.

"I'm here, darling..." he whispers, reaching for the lube and slicking his fingers before bringing one against me. "Let me in, sweetheart..."

I breathe deeply and keep my eyes locked with his as he slides his finger inside of me. I sigh softly, breathe his name.

I'm holding him close to me as the hot spray from the shower washes over us, still buried deeply in his body. I keep my lips pressed against the nape of his neck. "I love you so much..." I whisper.

"I love you... I want breakfast... before we go..." he whispers.

There's that hint of melancholy again. I squeeze him a little tighter. When Helm's Deep is over I will have to suprise him with another trip up here, a long weekend. "Mmmmm...chocolate chip pancakes..."

"With whipped cream..." he smiles. "You can move... I want to kiss you..."
I withdraw from his body and he shivers, turns in my arms to face me. I cradle his jaw in my hands and look deeply into his eyes fro a moment before I press my lips to his.

"How's you back?" I ask and start to rub his muscles. "Do you need to move? I don't want to let you go but...if you're hurting..."

"Not hurting... not even a little..." he smiles softly. "Don't let me go..."

I cradle him against me and he rests his head on my shoulder. Its our last night here and I want it to be as beautiful and comfortable for him as I can possibly make it. "Are you warm enough?" I ask as I pull the soft duvet up around us.

"You keep me warm..." he whispers. "I just want to stay this way... with you..."

"I have you..." I purr into his ear. I continue to massage his back. "I love to feel you relax in my arms...to feel your body melt..."

We've come back to the room after a walk around the lake and two cups of hot chocolate and some lively conversation...and I have to say...I feel like a new man. I feel like I could take on the world. I feel like I could eat Orlando alive...

I get him out of the rest of his clothes and shed my own. I kiss his lips, tenderly but deeply, then move back down his body, kissing a path down his skin, follow the trail of hair down his abdomen. I slip my hand between his legs and part his thighs, settle between them. He arches his back and lifs his hips...I gently hold him down...and swallow him whole...

He moans and closes his eyes. "That's so good..."

I suck him hard, hollow my cheeks. I release his hips, let him fuck my mouth. I start to hum softly...

He digs his fingers into the sheets and thursts into my mouth. He cries out as he comes down my throat. "Fuck!"

I smile around my mouthful. I drink down all that he has to give me...then slink my way back up his body...stopping to drop kisses on his hips, his sun tattoo, pausing to suck one nipple and then the other. I lay beside him on the mattress. "So that was good?" I ask him as I watch him struggle to control his breathing.

I look around for place to lay him down...somewhere he'll be comfortable. I take his hand and lead him a few feet up a small hill. I stop and take him into my arms, kiss him gently. "Is this good?"

He nods. "This is beautiful... the trees and you can hear the water, yeah?" He whispers.

There's something shy, a little apprehensive, in his eyes. I touch his cheek and smile soflty, run my thumb over his lower lip. "We don't have to do this, angel. we can wait until we get back to the room," I whisper softly.

"No," he says softly. "I don't want to wait... don't make me wait..." he purrs and kisses me very shyly.

I bring my hand up and cradle his skull, kiss him more deeply but tenderly...very carefully lower him to the ground. "I've got you..." I whisper.

We are in the shower and Orlando is hungry...he's prompting me, telling me that we should get out of the shower...and I am busying myself with nibbling on his lower lip.

"Not helping..." he giggles.

"Mmmmm...we should get out of here before the water gets cold..." I grip his hips and he giggles again. I smile and look into his eyes. "I can't help it...you look so fucking sexy when you're all wet...and I get so horny in the morning..."

"Well I suppose... I mean... if you wanted to do it quick and dirty..." he smirks and presses closer.

"I want you inside of me..." I say softly.

I fall into the habit of calling him "angel" that I forget how powerful it is when you hear your lover...when you hear the person you love more than life...say your name.

"You never shorten my name... everyone else does..." he smiles softly.

"Orli..." I say softly. "It's not that I don't like it...but your name is so very beautiful. Besides...I'm not everyone else..." I smile.

"I like that you don't... I like that... You take the time to know the real me... I wasn't complaining..."

"I didn't think you were," I say and caress his cheek. "I need you to tell me these things...I need you to tell me what you're feeling and thinking...so I know...so I remember.." I kiss his lips. "Orlando..."