vigorli

Coffee, Tea, or Sex
Chapter 25
Author: Orli-bum
Beta: none this chapter
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Summary: Viggo meets a waiter that offers him more than just what’s on the always, it is food for the author’s soul
menu.
Warning: Some in this chapter yes nc-17
Disclaimer: Yes, fiction, duh!
Feedback: Is needed as always!!!!!
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Chapter 25

Viggo groaned out loud in frustration as the door slammed shut behind his lover. He knew instantly that he should have said things differently. He turned and slammed his fist into the nearest wall, shattering the plaster and leaving a fist sized hole. He cussed inwardly at the pain radiating throughout his hand. He shook his hand and winced as he saw the blood dripping from the open cut. He quickly grabbed some tissue from a nearby tissue box and pressed firmly to stop the bleeding. “Fuck,” he muttered as he pulled the tissue away and saw the damage he had done. He would need a couple of stitches and his hand was swollen and he hoped he hadn’t broken anything.

How did things go so wrong so fast, he wondered? Why did he overreact to Orlando being there? Didn’t he have the right to be there just like anyone else? Of course he did, Viggo told himself. But still in the very back of his mind he had images of Sean and Chloe using the proof of Orlando being at the hospital against him in court.

He also knew that he owed Orlando a huge apology. But first he had to get the wound to stop bleeding.

Orlando punched the buttons on the elevator forcefully, as he muttered to himself.
He received odd looks from the people that passed by that had decided to wait until after the young man had left.
When the doors finally opened, he couldn’t get inside fast enough and push the inner buttons just as furiously.
When the doors finally closed, he released the anger that he held at bay, covering his face with his hands as he let his frustration and hurt out.
He didn’t feel he had done anything to warrant Viggos attitude towards him.
Maybe he read too much into the whole situation?
He tried to get himself back under control as the lift descended to the first floor.

He took a deep breath as the doors slid open and quickly exited, avoiding looking at anyone as he left.
The fresh air made him feel better as he finally made his way outside and to his car. He fiddled in his pocket for the keys and pulled them out, his hands shaking. “Shit,” he muttered as he tried fitting the key into the lock on the door. It took him several minutes, and he settled with using two hands to get the door open. When he finally was seated inside, he leaned his head over the steering wheel and let the sobs come, the anger mostly gone now and the hurt quickly taking over.
He wiped his eyes and started the car. Right now he just wanted to get home and far away from Viggo as he possibly could.

Viggo walked down the hallway on his way to the ER when he ran into Sean turning the corner.

“Hey Vig, what’s the hurry?” he smiled, then suddenly looked and noticed the blood on the tissue. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” Viggo replied through gritted teeth. He wasn’t about to tell Sean what had happened. He tried going around him instead.

“Come on Viggo, let me look at it,” he said as he grabbed the injured hand.

Viggo winced as Sean touched his wound.

“Fuck,” he growled.

Sean raised his brows and pulled Viggo into the nearest treatment room.

“Sean, I don’t want your help,” he snapped as the other man closed the door behind them.

“Well I don’t give a shit whether you do or not!” Sean growled back as he pulled the tissue away.

Viggo face contorted as Sean pulled on the tissue stuck now to his broken skin.

“Well, it looks like you have a nice cut there,” he said as he examined the hand, turning it over. “Can you move your fingers okay?”

Viggo did as he was told, it hurt, but they all functioned okay. “I don’t think it’s broken Sean.” He said as he grimaced.

“No, I don’t either, but we should get it x-rayed to be sure, and it needs a couple stitches.” He reached over and cleaned the wound with betadine.
“Lets clean it up a bit and take you for a quicky x-ray and then I’ll suture you up.” He said as he put the large bandage over the cut and taped it securely.

“I’d rather do it myself,” Viggo muttered.

“Now look Vig, I know you’re mad at me but you can’t suture your own damn hand, and besides, everyone else is busy in the ER. Quit being an ass and let me fix it,” he snapped back.

Viggo resigned himself to his fate and let Sean take him to the x-ray department.

The process went rather quickly and he was relieved when the pictures came back negative.

Once back into the treatment room, Sean motioned for him to sit on the table while he got the instruments ready. He worked quietly for a while before he finally asked the burning question in his mind that had troubled him since he had run into the other man. “What happened?”

Viggo sat quietly looking at his hand while Sean worked; ignoring the question he knew was coming.

When no answer came Sean continued to talk. “Looks like maybe you hit something huh?” he asked glancing up quickly, his brow arched.

Viggos eyes looked up momentarily and meet the intense green ones.

“What was it?” Sean asked. “I know you wouldn’t hit anyone. So was it a desk?”

“A wall,” came the silent answer.

Sean nodded as he knotted the thread. “Looks like it won.”

“Yeah,” the answer came with a snort of slight laughter.

“And why did you hit an innocent wall?” he asked as he looked up as he cut the ends.

“Would you believe me if I said, because it was there?”

Sean huffed. “No.”

Viggo was silent as he watched the second suture being done.
“I really don’t want to talk about it Sean,” he said quietly.

“It’s the lad, isn’t it?” he asked as he continued to work.

Viggo rubbed his face with his good hand. “yeah.” He said quietly.

“Sorry,” Sean replied.

“Are you?” Viggo asked sarcastically.

Sean sat for a minute before he answered. “Yeah Vig, I am.”

Viggo nodded. “Thanks.”

“He means a lot to you doesn’t he?” Sean replied as he finished putting on the bandage.

“More than I thought possible,” Viggo answered.

“Well, I won’t say anything bad about him anymore then.” He said as he threw away the rest of the supplies.

Viggo let out a deep sigh of relief. “Thanks, I need to find him and apologize to him.”

“Well if you look on the bright side, you can maybe get some sympathy for your wound.”

“I guess maybe you should put on a bigger bandage then,” Viggo replied with a small smile. “I’m going to need as much as I can get!”

TBC….