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Genesis by Kamil (NC-17)
Fandom: Lotrips
Author: Kamil
Author website: Kamil's Mellifluous Malefactions
Pairing: Orlando/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Warning: The occasional rampaging hobbit
Why this must be read:
This is another eternally fresh first time between Orlando and Viggo. It's set during the filming of LOTR and has Orlando's point of view as their first encounter is told in flashback. In just a few paragraphs, Kamil neatly conjures up a convincing group dynamic and shared history which explains and provides a solid background for her story.
This is a lovely piece; it's sweet and very funny in places and altogether has a fresh charm which makes it one of those fic that you read and reread just for the warm fuzzies. And the sex - don't forget the sex.
I especially like how Orlando watches and lusts after but fails to see what's actually happening in front of him. The moment when he realises is wonderful.
Orlando ducked behind the nearest large tree branch, having escaped intact from Viggo’s overly grabby hands. “What exactly are you doing, madman? Wardrobe will kill me if I bring this thing back in two pieces, damned blond hair’s worth more than I am, and then I’ll have to come kill you.”
“Oh, sorry.” Viggo’s voice sounded fairly repentant, and Orlando turned to study him. Was Viggo on another one of his touchy-feely kicks? Orlando certainly hoped not; the last time that happened Viggo had gotten it into his head to catalogue all of the smells associated with his new environment, and he’d nearly driven Orlando mad in the process, sniffing him at all hours of the day and night, and in some very peculiar and occasionally, quite personal places. And now he was getting grabby. Great. Wonderful. That should prove helpful.
The man hadn’t been on set more than three months, and already Orlando knew Viggo would most likely be the death of him.
Working closely with someone as physical and attractive as Viggo was for over a year and a half would be torture enough, working with a grabby, sniffing straight guy? Jesus. He was doomed.
Orlando hadn’t found out about Henry right away.
Viggo had been tossed into a madhouse existence upon his arrival, so most of their early interaction had been when they rode together or when Viggo went with Orlando to archery practice. His easy admiration and constant vocal approval of the way Orlando looked on horseback or with bow and arrow had started Orlando’s brain down the road to a very happy place. When Viggo had asked him for pointers with the bow, Orlando had been more than happy to oblige. Putting his arms around the man, showing him how to hold the wooden shaft just so, flex his fingers around the string like that and feeling the hard solid line of Viggo pressed tight all along his body – and he never flinched away, seemed almost to lean into the contact – and what the hell was Orlando supposed to think?
It had all seemed to be progressing so beautifully and easily...
...until the otherwise lovely day when Henry called his father while he and Orlando ate sandwiches together.
Genesis by Kamil
Author: Kamil
Author website: Kamil's Mellifluous Malefactions
Pairing: Orlando/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Warning: The occasional rampaging hobbit
Why this must be read:
This is another eternally fresh first time between Orlando and Viggo. It's set during the filming of LOTR and has Orlando's point of view as their first encounter is told in flashback. In just a few paragraphs, Kamil neatly conjures up a convincing group dynamic and shared history which explains and provides a solid background for her story.
This is a lovely piece; it's sweet and very funny in places and altogether has a fresh charm which makes it one of those fic that you read and reread just for the warm fuzzies. And the sex - don't forget the sex.
I especially like how Orlando watches and lusts after but fails to see what's actually happening in front of him. The moment when he realises is wonderful.
Orlando ducked behind the nearest large tree branch, having escaped intact from Viggo’s overly grabby hands. “What exactly are you doing, madman? Wardrobe will kill me if I bring this thing back in two pieces, damned blond hair’s worth more than I am, and then I’ll have to come kill you.”
“Oh, sorry.” Viggo’s voice sounded fairly repentant, and Orlando turned to study him. Was Viggo on another one of his touchy-feely kicks? Orlando certainly hoped not; the last time that happened Viggo had gotten it into his head to catalogue all of the smells associated with his new environment, and he’d nearly driven Orlando mad in the process, sniffing him at all hours of the day and night, and in some very peculiar and occasionally, quite personal places. And now he was getting grabby. Great. Wonderful. That should prove helpful.
The man hadn’t been on set more than three months, and already Orlando knew Viggo would most likely be the death of him.
Working closely with someone as physical and attractive as Viggo was for over a year and a half would be torture enough, working with a grabby, sniffing straight guy? Jesus. He was doomed.
Orlando hadn’t found out about Henry right away.
Viggo had been tossed into a madhouse existence upon his arrival, so most of their early interaction had been when they rode together or when Viggo went with Orlando to archery practice. His easy admiration and constant vocal approval of the way Orlando looked on horseback or with bow and arrow had started Orlando’s brain down the road to a very happy place. When Viggo had asked him for pointers with the bow, Orlando had been more than happy to oblige. Putting his arms around the man, showing him how to hold the wooden shaft just so, flex his fingers around the string like that and feeling the hard solid line of Viggo pressed tight all along his body – and he never flinched away, seemed almost to lean into the contact – and what the hell was Orlando supposed to think?
It had all seemed to be progressing so beautifully and easily...
...until the otherwise lovely day when Henry called his father while he and Orlando ate sandwiches together.
Genesis by Kamil