V/O FIC: You can be weak (1/1)

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Title: You can be weak (1/1)
Author: obvmluver
Beta:: gypsy33_66 *Thank you, hon.*
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Viggo has a moment of weakness.
Warnings: Mild angst, h/c
Disclaimer: Lies, lies, it's all lies.
Feedback: Would be appreciated.
A/N: A huge thank you to my friend, pale80, who made the beautiful banner for me.


Viggo had felt the need to come out to get some fresh air so he quietly slipped out, hoping no one would notice.
The night was supposed to be about shared happiness, laughter and all the merry things you could think of, and while Viggo was happy for the others milling around Dominic’s beach house, he himself couldn’t find anything to be happy about in his private life. He was lonely, it seemed his muse had left him without a forewarning, he was tired and silently he regretted attending the reunion party Dom had decided to throw.

He had nothing against the people inside, but he felt that the laughter and innocent hugs were too much, the affection shown inside sort of intensified the fact that he had replaced somebody, came to the Middle-Earth later than the others, too late for him to truly fit in. At times he believed the welcome he had received ten years ago had been an illusion, that in reality things were different.

Sitting down on the wooden steps of the house, he dropped his head to his hands. He shouldn’t be feeling so left out, he should be inside having a blast with the others. Sighing, Viggo rubbed his temples. He should leave before he made an ass of himself.

A warm hand on his shoulder startled him and he straightened his back instinctively. The black jeans and yellow socks peeking underneath the hems momentarily brought a ghost of a smile to his face before he looked back up and the sadness replaced happiness again.

“What do you see?” a soft and warm voice asked, a voice belonging to a strikingly young face that was turned towards the ocean, to the same direction he himself was looking at.

“The wet, drying sand, the ocean, waves...” Viggo said.

“Vig, what do you see?” the same question was out again, the soft melodic British accent caressing his hearing. The way Orlando spoke, how patiently he had repeated the question, made Viggo’s resolve crack.

“Loneliness, mostly.”

“Why?” The question in its simplicity made Viggo’s eyes sting, and the way Orlando was now cradling his left hand with his own nearly broke him. It was frightening to realize how difficult it was to keep emotions hidden now, all the reasons why. It had been easier back then, Viggo thought. Back then he wasn’t so scarred, so battered, so old as he now was. Viggo glanced sideways and swallowed as Orlando was looking at him directly, his thumb drawing careful patterns to the back of his calloused left hand.

“I... I’m old... I guess I’ve lost the track my life used to follow. I feel I’m out of control, aimlessly drifting somewhere. It makes me feel lonely.”

“Is that your way of saying you wish there was someone you could share things with?”

“I guess,” Viggo shrugged. “But, I’m afraid of letting myself be weak. I feel I’m too old to play games with something that is rare in its existence.”

“You are turning in on yourself, shutting others out.”

“I’m sorry.”

Orlando carefully massaged Viggo’s hand with his fingertips, spreading his fingers wide and then turning it around. “Don’t be sorry,” Orlando said quietly, gently continuing his ministrations, massaging the palm slowly, with deliberate moves. He slid his fingers down to Viggo’s wrist before pressing his hand against it.

“You should let somebody love you before it’s too late,” Orlando continued softly, his lilting voice somehow consoling because he didn’t judge. As Orlando’s hand started moving again, Viggo looked down and became mesmerized by the sight of Orlando intertwining their fingers.

“What could I possibly give to you?” Viggo asked, doubt and fear evident in his trembling voice. “What could someone like me, a jaded old man, give to you? I don’t mean to sound harsh, far from it but there’s no strength in me to believe someone might have feelings for me.”

“What does your heart tell you? That’s all I need.”

Viggo kept staring at their joined hands(,) feeling how his eyes blurred and fresh tears found their way out. Orlando sank his left hand fingers into Viggo’s hair and coaxed him to look up.

“None of those, okay?” Orlando said wiping the wet cheeks, making Viggo smile through the flowing tears. “I want you to know that with me you can be weak, Vig. You can be who you are inside. I want you to be happy, carefree.”

Viggo stared into the smiling brown eyes and realized it was the truth; with Orlando he could be himself, be who he was born to be. Suddenly everything made perfect sense: the little touches they had shared ten years ago on set, the smiles, the looks, everything.

“I may look young, Vig, but you should know I’m not the same man inside. Inside there’s a man who’s seen too much to play games with love, with life in general.”

“God, I know that. I remember.”

“Give yourself a chance. I’m right here.” Orlando spoke quietly, squeezing Viggo’s hand lightly.

The way Orlando sat next to him, spoke to him, showed extreme confidence and Viggo felt he could let go of all the qualms he held inside. He didn’t have to worry about how Orlando would react; he didn’t have to worry about getting caught because from now on he wouldn’t be alone anymore.

Orlando bit his lower lip and smiled flashing his white teeth and leaned forward so that he rested his head against Viggo’s forehead. Slowly he let Viggo’s hand free but rested his hands on Viggo’s thigh.

“You are so incredible,” Orlando breathed. “So effortlessly sexy, so natural, so desirable I want to kiss you. May I?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Viggo managed to gasp before his lips were captured in a sensuous kiss that wasn’t anything like he had imagined. This was unperturbed, unpretentious, soft and gentle; a kiss that held so much promise in it Viggo couldn’t help but smile, give in and kiss back.

“We should head back inside before we get caught snogging, yeah?” Orlando began as they pulled back for air, stealing tiny kisses from Viggo. He tried to stand up but Viggo pulled him back down, into his arms. He laughed as they both nearly fell off and looked into Viggo’s eyes. Viggo’s face was serious again.

“What? Is something wrong?”

“No. Thank you for coming out here, for acknowledging me, for listening, for... I guess being able to read my silence. Understanding.”

“That’s easy to do when you love someone.”

“I love you, too, Orli.”

“Let’s get back inside before they start wondering where we are.” Orlando said quietly and pulled Viggo up.

“Would you believe me if I said I’d like to be somewhere else right now, getting to know you?”

“Yeah. You’ve got time, though. All the time in the world.” Orlando winked and slid the door open and led them back inside.

~The End~

Comments

[ireth06.livejournal.com]

Wonderful setting hun!
No grand words, no overdramatic stuff... just thruth and love offered!

Well done!
Thanks for sharing!
*hugs*

[livdh.livejournal.com]

BEAUTIFUL !

[roomfor2.livejournal.com]

aww that's just what I needed to read :)

[obvmluver.livejournal.com]

I personally love stories where the boys hurt, where drama is present in every chapter. And I tend to write things of that nature. Now, I felt like trying something "new", a fic where I deliberately left the drama out. It wasn't that easy for me. *giggles*

Anyway, thank you so much for stopping by and reading this. =D

[obvmluver.livejournal.com]

THANK YOU! =D

[obvmluver.livejournal.com]

Thank you! =D