Three
by
Bluespirit

Fandom: Lord of the Rings RPS
Pairing: Sean/Orlando/Viggo
Rating: R
Summary: Three sexy, gorgeous, horny men - no plot in sight.
Word count: 483
Warning: crack!fic

Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. The author is not making any claims as to the real life sexualities or preferences of the people portrayed here. This is purely for entertainment, not profit.

The bodies on the bed writhed in perfect synchronicity, their movements becoming increasingly fevered as ecstasy approached and each strived for the nirvana of completion. As one their voices broke through the moans, curses and frantic urging that was the soundtrack to their lovemaking and orgasm rolled over them in sensual waves of delight.

“*Yes*!”

Recovering slowly from the bliss, Viggo carefully pulled his spent flesh from the welcoming sheath of Sean’s body and dropped a kiss to a golden shoulder.

Sean sighed and turned to catch Viggo’s mouth, the action causing his softening cock to slide from Orlando’s body and he was greeted with a disgruntled sounding, “Oi! Don’t go.” Sean smiled and gathered Orlando in his arms, kissing the pout away.

Orlando smiled brightly and then managed to clamber over Sean - an adorable, giggling tangle of arms and legs - until he was happily ensconced in the middle of the bed; Viggo cuddling him on one side and Sean the other.

“So,” Sean said with a bemused little smile. “Anyone know what’s going on? How we got here?”

Viggo gave a lush yawn and winked. “It’s the writer. She wanted a threesome but didn’t want the hassle of figuring out a huge plot to get us all together.”

Orlando snorted inelegantly as he snuggled between the two men. “Couldn’t be arsed, more like.”

“But she does know that I’m straight, right?” Sean asked.

Viggo and Orlando both turned to look at Sean.

“But I’ve been married three times!” He added a little defensively.

“And divorced three times,” Viggo said with a grin.

“Plus you were just praising god and screaming for more when you had Vig’s big cock up your arse,” Orlando said smugly, with a cheeky wink. “But the real problem here,” he continued with a frown,"is that I actually am straight.”

He swivelled his gaze back and forth between the laughing, hiccupping man on each side of him. “I *am*! I’ll have you know that I’m famous for my manliness and extreme heterosexuality! I’m well known for liking girls - it’s so much fun doing each other’s hair and choosing clothes, um, like, I mean…*kissing* them and stuff! I do lots of girl kissing and…well anyway, yeah, man, like…I’m really not gay at all.”

The laughter had turned to guffaws and Orlando rolled his eyes. “What? What?”

“Nothing, sweetheart,” Sean smiled, stroking a soothing hand through Orlando’s curls.

“It doesn’t matter, angel,” Viggo added, pressing butterfly kisses to Orlando’s neck. “We know what a big tough stud you are.”

“Yeah?” Orlando chirped, his eyes wide. “Cool, man! So, um, anyway - do you think we have time for a bit more…male bonding, maybe? ‘Cus that’s what us straight guys do, yeah?”

“Absolutely, baby,” Sean nodded, reaching for the lube.

“So - do you want to be on the bottom as usual then, angel?”



The end