vigorli

title: When It's Not All About Having a Good Time
by:

stormatdusk
pairing: viggo/orlando
warning: angst
rating: g
disclaimer: this is only fiction. i don't know these people.

"Come on, old man; into bed with you." At even the slight nudge, Viggo spilled gracelessly onto the mattress.

"Need to talk, Lan." Orlando could feel the dulled edges of the words, hear the thickened urgency of them even as Viggo's eyes were closing.

"Not tonight. Just sleep now; we can talk in the morning." Orlando pulled Viggo's socks off, pulled up the covers. He left to fill a glass of water, returned, set it on the nightstand. Viggo lay sprawled and heavy, his face slack, mouth open. Already snoring.

Too vulnerable.

Orlando stood in the dark.

After a time, Orlando retreated to the adjoining room of the suite. He turned on a small lamp, bent to collect the mess from where the gift bag had torn and spilled onto the carpet: the award, various DVDs, some chocolate. The half-empty bottle of Jameson's.

He turned off the lamp. He pulled a blanket from the closet, wrapped it around his shoulders, settled into the chair by the window. He watched the night as his thoughts whirled under the stars.

end