Over The
Edge
~~~
”C’mon,
you’ll love it, I promise!” Orlando’s tone was pleading.
Viggo shook
his head firmly. “I’m not interested in being thrown off a bridge.”
“I’ve done it
before, it’s *fun*, c’mon! Please! I don’t want to go alone! It’s not dangerous
in the least!”
“I’m not
saying it’s dangerous, I’m saying it’s stupid.”
Why would
Viggo be interested in spending a day off driving to some place where you could
go bungee-jumping, be scared to death by falling down and then driving back? It
would be complete waste of time. Even though, with Orli, it would probably have
been a laugh, but still. They had been working hard and, unlike Orli the
Duracell-rabbit, he needed some time to recover.
Orli frowned
and grunted, displeased. “Okay, you win. I’ll go ask someone else.” He glanced
around and saw Dominic, who was making his way past them. “Hey, Dom! You wanna
go bungee-jumping with me?”
Dom looked at
him and used a split second to think. “Sure. Can I take Elijah with me?”
Viggo raised
an eyebrow, thinking, ‘Well, that was subtle, Dom. Why don’t you just tattoo it
on your forehead? ‘I’m fucking Elijah Wood!’’
“Of course,”
Orlando answered. “You sure he’ll want to come?”
Dominic
struggled not to grin. “Yeah, we were thinking about doing something together
today anyway.”
“Okay, you go
and get him. We’ll leave… say… in half an hour?” Orli suggested. As Dom nodded
and started to make his way towards Lij’s trailer, Orli turned back to Viggo.
“You sure you don’t wanna come? It’ll be fun, and you don’t even have to
drive.”
Viggo
groaned. “You’re not going to give up, are you? Okay, I’ll come.”
Orli’s face
lit up in excitement. “Great! Meet us at my car in thirty minutes?”
~~~
Tree. Tree.
Field. Tree. Field. Cow. Field. Tree. Damn, this liquor is good. Tree. Field.
Cow…
“Is
everything alright, Viggo?” came Orli’s voice. The younger man glanced at him
from the driver’s seat.
“Yeah, fine.”
Except that I’m fucking bored and all I can do is count these fucking trees.
And cows. There have been billions of trees and 36 cows. No, make that 38 cows.
And we’re not even close.
“I thought
you didn’t drink,” was Elijah’s comment as Viggo took yet another sip of his
liquor.
“Yeah, I
don’t.” Only when I’m nervous.
Elijah and
Dom glanced at each other. Viggo was rarely this weird. With a mischievous
smile Elijah leaned closer and whispered in his boyfriend’s ear, “I’ll bet
Viggo’s acting that strangely because he’s so in love!” and his eyes were
shining. Dom wanted to take advantage of their position and steel a kiss, but
when he saw Viggo looking at them from the corner of his eye he decided against
it.
“I’ll bet,”
Dominic agreed quietly. “Have you seen the *looks* Orli is giving him?”
“I’ll bet
he’s giving him something *else*, too!”
Elijah and
Dom giggled quietly in the backseat, which caught Viggo’s attention. The two of
them, they were being completely ignorant towards the rest of the world. They
were sickeningly sweet. If that was what being in love was like Viggo wasn’t
sure he ever wanted that. Well, ever again. He had been in love, hadn’t he?
Could they
have *been* more obvious? The way Elijah was giggling and Dom was practically
holding his hand… was it possible for two people who were sitting on other
sides of the backseat to sit so closely together? ‘Jeez! Get. A. Fucking.
Room,’ Viggo thought petulantly. There was no point in them making out on the
backseat of Orli’s freakin’ car! Or worse…
Elijah
giggled again. “So… are you two like… together?” he asked innocently.
Orli almost
lost control of the car, snapping his hand back from Viggo’s arm where it had
been resting. Jesus, Viggo hadn’t even noticed it had been there in the first
place!
“Yeah,” the word
left Viggo’s mouth before he even realized it.
Orli almost
lost control of his stupid car, *again*. He glanced at Viggo, beaming.
Hell, it was
true. True enough. They *were* having sex. Great sex. That ought to count for
something. Besides, Orlando was head over heels in love. That ought to count
for something, too.
“That’s
great!” Elijah squealed, grabbing Dom’s hand and squeezing it. He got almost
shy as he said, “So’re we.”
Big news,
there. Viggo had known, and god knows who else. Viggo had practically walked in
on them, for Christ’s sake. In the forest. He could still remember, vividly.
Suddenly an image of Dom and Elijah in action flashed before his eyes. A rather
*nice* image of the two hobbits shagging each other silly.
Viggo
groaned. He was *so* not thinking about that. Hmm. Liquor? Yes, please!
Orli glanced
at him rather worriedly. “Maybe you should stop drinking that, luv.”
Luv? Viggo
raised an eyebrow. Whatthefuck? Luv? Okay, so maybe declaring they were
together hadn’t been such a good move. Why had he done it in the first place?
Because, Dom and Lij were together. He was merely… keeping up with the hobbits.
Right?
“Yeah, yeah,
I’ll stop.” The bottle was empty, anyway.
~~~
“Shit, Orli,
you really gonna go through with this?” Elijah said in awe, eyes wide as he
looked at Orli being prepared for his jump.
“It’s not
dangerous,” Orlando answered, grinning from ear to ear.
“Yeah, not
dangerous. Of course it’s not dangerous, you’re just jumping off a bridge.
There is not a thing that could go wrong – except that the rope could snap, a
sudden tide could drown you…” Viggo said.
“Uhm… in case
you haven’t noticed, the canyon’s dried up,” Orli pointed out.
“So? There
could be quicksand you can drown in. Or… the rope could be too long, your back
could protest or you could hit a wall,” Viggo encouraged.
“Or, he could
hit a bird,” Elijah offered helpfully.
“Or that,”
Viggo agreed.
Orlando
glared. “You’re not scared, are you?” he asked. “Always knew you were a bunch
of girls!”
“Oh, fuck
off,” Lij whined.
“Okay,”
Orlando answered brightly before taking a last look down and answering, “Mind
the gap!”
Then he
jumped.
Orli’s sudden jump gave Elijah, Dom and Viggo a scare. As they could hear
Orli’s wild scream of freedom echoing from the walls of the canyon, Lij
commented, “Oh, *shit*!”
Dom took a
wavering step closer and looked down at the up and down going Orlando. “What if
we just… left him there and went home?”
“Why would we
do that?” asked Elijah innocently.
“Because he’s
really annoying and right now, he scares the shit out of me,” Dom answered.
“So you don’t
have the guts to jump?” Viggo asked calmly, trying subtly to talk the guy into
jumping.
“’Course I
do. I just… he just… he’s fucking mad!” Dom stated, looking terrified. Then he
looked at Viggo. “Yeah, and you’re his boyfriend. Right. Well, mad can be good…
sometimes. I hope. But it’s still mad.”
Unfortunately
for Dom, as they were having this conversation, the men had already dragged
Orli back up.
“Who’s mad?”
was the elf’s first comment as he took deep breaths in order to calm his racing
heart.
The men were
looking curiously at Dom, who rolled his eyes and said, “I am. Okay, hook me
up.”
“Come back to
me in one piece, will you?” Elijah said, looking very lost.
Dominic
pulled his boyfriend into a brief hug. “Sure thing, luv. Don’t worry.”
Elijah
captured Dom in a deep goodbye-kiss, and Orli leaned closer to Viggo and
whispered quietly, “I would’ve liked to get a kiss goodbye, too,” with a slight
pout.
Viggo
muttered an inarticulate answer and kept his concentration on Elijah, who
seemed incapable of letting go of his dear boyfriend. Dom had to push Lij away
to be able to jump.
“Here goes
nothing,” Dom said, trying to sound playful, as he stepped closer to the edge.
A muffled
whimper escaped Elijah’s lips as Dominic stepped over and fell with a low
scream. Lij looked down in visible agony. Viggo snorted.
The tenseness
in Lijah’s fragile-looking form didn’t disappear before Dom was back up in his
arms. It took all of Viggo’s willpower not to tear them apart from each other.
The men were
now looking for their next victim and, as Elijah was locked tightly in Dom’s
embrace, turned their attention to Viggo. “No way,” he answered their
questioning glances. “He’s next. Lijah! You’re next.”
Orli decided
he wanted Viggo’s attention while Lij was being prepared for his jump.
“So, the rope
didn’t snap, the rope wasn’t too long, my back was okay with jumping, I didn’t
hit a wall and a sudden tide didn’t drown me. And, I didn’t hit a bird.
Perfectly safe,” the elf said, a lot of adrenaline still in his blood, making
him even more over-energetic than what he usually was.
For the first
time that day, for some reason, Viggo wasn’t bothered by the idea of chatting
with Orli. He smiled at the younger man – his *boyfriend*.
“Well, that’s
good,” he said, unable to stop smiling. “C’mere, you,” he said then, pulling
the elf into a kiss in front of Elijah and Dom, who smirked.
“Oh, aren’t
they cute,” Elijah commented, smiling happily.
“We’re
cuter,” Dom said with a smirk. Then he turned his attention back to Lij, who
was now ready to jump, pulling him close. “You come back in one piece, too,”
Dom whispered, tugging at Lij’s ear with his teeth in the process. They shared
a kiss before parting.
Dom waved at
his boyfriend and glanced at Viggo and Orli, who were still cuddling. They
really made a good couple. Okay, so they had a bit of an age difference, so what?
So did Dom and Elijah; they had five years between them. Dom smiled at his own
thoughts. Viggo and Orli was still better than Viggo and Lij, who would’ve been
like father and son!
Orli and
Viggo parted, but kept their fingers entwined. Viggo glanced around to see if
anyone was staring at them just in time to see Elijah fall from the bridge with
a helpless look on his face. He let go of Orli’s hand and inhaled rapidly, a
scream almost escaping his lips as he took a few quick steps forward, seeing Dom
do the same.
Jesus, he had
forgotten. Bungee-jumping. Right. Elijah was not going to die. Even if he
screamed like he was.
“Christ, Lij
just scared the hell out of me,” Dom said, looking shaky. “I thought he fell, I
mean, *really* fell.”
“So did I,” Viggo
mumbled to himself, grabbing hold of Orlando’s hand again.
The three of
them stood in complete silence until Elijah was back up. Viggo resisted the
urge to grab Lij in his arms just to assure himself that the hobbit really was
okay.
Dom did that.
Grabbed Elijah in an embrace to assure himself that the younger man was okay.
Viggo watched them from the corner of his eye.
“That was
*fantastic*!” Lij exclaimed, eyes shining like two little suns. Blue suns. Blue
suns that were staring at Viggo. “Hey, Viggo, it’s your turn!”
Yeah, he knew
that. Viggo stepped closer to the men, who attached him to the rope. He stepped
closer to the edge and looked down, feeling the world spin around him. It was a
*long* way down.
When Viggo
looked around for the last time, all he saw was Orlando waving at him with an
over-sweet smile and Elijah and Dominic cuddling, deeply locked in their
romantic little world that consisted of only the two of them.
Viggo rolled his eyes. “To hell with them,” he muttered to himself
before stepping over the edge.
-loppu-
