Silver Mistletoe (3/?)
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vigorliTitle- Silver Mistletoe (3/?)
Author- Lunperlyn
Rating- NC-17
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pita23 thank you for doing this. You are so sweet!
Disclaimer- If I owned these two men, trust me you would know about it, 'cause they would be kissing in public… wait the already do that…. Ok they would be fucking in public. Yeh… they haven’t done that… at least not yet.
Author’s note- I realize that it has been FOREVER and three days since I wrote on this fic, but I hope you will all forgive me and as my own Birthday pressie to myself here is a gift for all of you.
Previous Chapter links- Prologue, CHAPTER 1, CHAPTER 2
**
Orlando stood at the front of the room by the stage where he and Viggo had agreed to meet when they had spoke about the details of this outing. He was dressed in his traditional black tux with a red tipped yellow rose in his lapel, shuffling from one foot to the other, feeling as though he was a sixteen year-old waiting for his first date. He and Viggo had spoken a couple of times in the past week, but the kiss that Orlando had given him was never brought up. Thinking about it later he knew he shouldn’t have done it, but Viggo had been standing there looking so gorgeous with the half smile he used to give him when he was just indulging Orlando in one of his harebrained schemes, that he couldn’t have helped it even if he had wanted to.
Suddenly he saw Viggo enter from enter from the huge oak door at the front of the ballroom. Dressed in a traditional black tuxedo, with a simple white rose sitting in his lapel, tears pricked his eyes as Orlando remembered the outcome of that night and convinced himself that harsh words would not be said no matter what happened he shook his hid clearing his head of the tears and bad thoughts. He saw Viggo looking around the room finally spotting him and moved to join him.
“You look nice,” Orlando said cursing himself for infinite stupidity ‘nice going, Bloom. ‘You look nice’ he always looks nice you moron. Get a hold of yourself, you’re not sixteen.’ He thought mentally smacking himself.
“Thank you. You don’t look all that shabby, yourself,” Viggo said with a smile, giving him a once over.
“Thank you,” Orlando said. Then pasted on a smile that Viggo knew was specifically for the press and events like these. “Shall we?”
Viggo regarded the man he loved and saw confidence that he had never noticed before that moment. He smiled a genuine smile, placed his hand in the small of Orlando’s back, gestured in front of them and said, “We shall.”
*
“Thank you for inviting me,” Viggo said as he pulled into the driveway of Orlando’s New Jersey home. “I had a great time.” Orlando had caught a ride from someone else from the company to the party but she had left early leaving Orlando without a ride home. Viggo had offered to drive him home.
“You’re welcome.” Orlando said as he looked up at his house, not wanting to go inside and end the night that they had had. He placed a hand on the door and smiled at Viggo. “Thank you for coming. I had a good time myself. I’d forgotten how much fun we used to have together.”
“Good. I’m glad that you did get to have some fun. And you don’t have to lie. I know that I’m not the most fun person in the world and you don’t want to spend time with the likes of me right now.” Viggo said with a laugh, his eyes shifting between the man beside him and the hand that was lying on the door handle.
“Viggo, I wasn’t lying, and I never said that I don’t like spending time with you. You make me laugh, and you have good stories to tell when things get dull. You are fun to be with. I would never make something like that up.”
“Well it’s good to know that I’m useful for something.” Viggo laughed and the car was left in silence for a few moments before Orlando got the courage to speak.
“Do you want to come in for a while? I’ve got a bottle of nice wine that you would like. Maybe we can open it and talk?”
“Not about us I hope. God knows that after the attack we had with the press tonight I think that we can put off dealing with ‘us’ right now.” Viggo shuddered at the thought of the bucket loads of press waiting for them both when they had left the hotel earlier.
Orlando laughed and shook his head as he opened the door, relief rushing through him as Viggo did the same. “No, not about us. Just talk, and drink, like we were in New Zealand.” He said as he stepped up onto the porch.
“Sounds good,” Viggo watched as Orlando slid his key into the lock and immediately grew hard thinking about the things that had happened in response to Orlando and his very tempting hands. He visually shook himself and Orlando looked at him oddly.
“Sorry, I know its cold as a witch’s tit out here. I hate this door, it’s so hard to unlock.” Orlando murmured as he hurried to open the door and usher Viggo inside. He took Viggo’s coat and hung it up in the closet and then headed for the kitchen.
Viggo smiled to himself as he realized that the years really hadn’t changed the younger man, just made him more able to do what he wanted when he wanted. He followed Orlando into the kitchen and the smile faded instantly as he entered the room just in time to see the man reaching for two wine glasses on the top shelf of a cabinet with one knee on the counter, the other on tip toes.
“Orlando Jonathan Blanchard Bloom what do you think you are doing? You are going to fall and break your neck!” he growled as he stepped forward, hooked one hand around Orlando’s waist pulling him down and firmly on his feet as he used his inch height difference to pull the two glasses down and set them on the counter.
They both stopped as Orlando automatically placed his forehead in Viggo’s neck and breathed in the sent that was completely Viggo- paint, horses, and the woods.
Viggo stopped breathing for a moment as he felt Orlando nuzzle his neck. He looked down at the siren and had to suck in a breath at the image that met his love deprived eyes.
Orlando looked back up at him with hazy eyes, his cheeks were flushed and his lips parted as his tongue darted out to wet his lips and Viggo was reminded of the looks he had given him when they were both together as his own lips suddenly felt dry and chapped.
Viggo shook himself mentally and pulled himself away from the tempting young man and heard Orlando moan with the loss of touch. He stood at a distance as he watched Orlando visually pull himself together and poured the wine into the glasses. Then placing the wine aside he pulled another glass from the cabinet, poured what looked suspiciously like whiskey into it, and downed it in one gulp. After placing the glass in the sink and filling it with water, he picked up the glasses and wine once more and turned toward Viggo again.
Handing one of the glasses to Viggo he turned and led him to the living room where they both deliberately sat in the two plush armchairs across from one another.
“I heard you are going to join up with Beanie again. What is the movie?” Orlando asked, trying to ease the tension that had enveloped them like a huge blanket.
“We don’t know yet. We’re still looking really. The both of us know that we want to work together again.”
“Ah, ok.”
“What about you? I know you’re busy trying to save the world, but are you going to do any more movies anytime soon?” Viggo asked, his eyebrows arching in interest. Sean refused to give him any inside information on what Orlando was doing, so he usually had to get his information from interviews with the gorgeous young man sitting across from him, or the rag mags.
Viggo shifted uncomfortably at the thought of Orlando and interviews because it reminded him of the time that Orlando had shown up to an interview in a police officer’s uniform just because he had said he thought Orlando would have looked sexy in one.
“I have been looking at a couple scripts. I want to get through some of the projects that I have been working on first though.” Orlando explained as he looked questioningly at Viggo. He knew that the other man was uncomfortable because he continued to keep shifting in chair. “Would you like to change? I think I have a set of Sean’s clothing for the times he’s in town and doesn’t want to stay at a hotel.”
Viggo thought for a second as he tugged at his collar and tie and then replied yes thinking of how Sean’s pants swamped him most of the time.
Orlando led Viggo down the hall and into the guest bedroom where he reached into the closet and pulled an overnight bag with several changes of clothing, and what looked like a comb, toothbrush and deodorant all mixed together.
“Here. This is Sean’s bag. He usually just crashes here; changes clothes and I wash his other set and put them in the bag. The toothbrush is new so you can use that. I had to throw the other one away. It looked like anthrax was growing on it.”
Viggo laughed and took the bag. “Thanks. I’ll just be a minute.” He said as he headed for the adjoining bathroom.
“Here.” Orlando said, stopping him with a light hand on his arm and holding out a hanger. “Put your tux on this. The last thing you need is to wrinkle it. Knowing you it’ll never get unwrinkled otherwise.”
They both laughed and Orlando headed out explaining that he was going to change his own clothing.
Ten minutes later they were both back in the living room, and Viggo felt much more at ease since the pair of sweats that Sean had left seemed almost three sizes too big and he didn’t have to worry about giving himself away too badly if things went like they did when they had gotten there. Orlando was also feeling better since he had changed out of the stuffy dress wear.
Soon the both of them were talking like they had a few days before and quickly the wine was gone and they had moved onto the scotch that Orlando kept for Sean.
After about three hours of talking the two noticed the snow falling outside that was beginning to accumulate.
“I can’t let you go out in this its dark and we are in the middle of nowhere in New Jersey. And besides, you have had too much to drink.” Orlando protested as Viggo said he had better go before the snow worsened. “The city is usually really good about clearing up the roads. You’ll be able to leave in the morning, ok?”
Viggo grumbled, but realizing that Orlando was right he consented to sleeping in the guest room. As Orlando led him to the room again and watched him pull blankets and towels out for him he thanked god that Orlando’s bedroom was on the second floor, because he was in serious need of a shower and a wank at the present moment and watching the man’s ass through the thin sleep pants that he was wearing as he spread out the blankets was becoming too much for him. He distracted himself by placing the towels in the bathroom and when he walked back out Orlando was waiting for him sitting on the bed making them both think of things that they both wanted to do, but thought they would never do again.
“Well, I will let you get some sleep, ok? You have to get back to Iowa tomorrow right?”
“Yes. I left the ticket at the hotel so I’ll have to go back to get it and my things before I can go to the airport.” Viggo replied as he sat next to Orlando.
“Ok. Do you want me to wake you up at a specific time or just let you sleep?”
“If I’m not up by one then wake me up. But considering your track record I think it’s a pretty fair guess that I will be awake long before you.” Viggo teased. Orlando shot him a dirty look before sticking his tongue out, looking like a three year old and causing Viggo to laugh thinking of all the times Orlando had done that in the past to Viggo’s teasing.
Orlando joined into the laughing, knowing that Viggo was right. Then, just as suddenly as they had started, they stopped laughing, faces just inches apart.
They were both sober enough to know that they should both back away from each other, but inebriated enough to not care. Their lips crashed against each other like a torrent causing their teeth to clash violently. For several minutes they kissed just like they had wanted to since they both found out who it was that they were dancing with under the mistletoe.
Viggo leaned back on the bed, bringing Orlando with him. Viggo wiggled out of his shirt and then practically ripped Orlando’s off. Orlando moaned as Viggo attached himself to one of his nipples, a hand lacing itself through his hair holding him to his chest.
One of Viggo’s hands ran down Orlando’s chest and dipped down into his sleep pants to take hold of his very erect cock. At this Orlando jerked away from Viggo, sobering enough to care. He pulled Viggo’s hand out of his pants, grabbed his shirt, and practically jumped off the bed. He rushed to the door and took one final look behind him at the astounded man who sat on the bed.
“I’m so sorry.” He whispered and darted out of sight.
**
A.N. MUAHHHAAAA!!!!! I am evil… *stands tall defying all, then realizing what she has just done ducks for cover* I am also working on the next part so you all don’t kill me… I have my reasons for doing this I SWEAR!!! Oh yes this part and the kiss from the last chapter will be addressed in the next part as well.
Author- Lunperlyn
Rating- NC-17
Beta-
pita23 thank you for doing this. You are so sweet!Disclaimer- If I owned these two men, trust me you would know about it, 'cause they would be kissing in public… wait the already do that…. Ok they would be fucking in public. Yeh… they haven’t done that… at least not yet.
Author’s note- I realize that it has been FOREVER and three days since I wrote on this fic, but I hope you will all forgive me and as my own Birthday pressie to myself here is a gift for all of you.
Previous Chapter links- Prologue, CHAPTER 1, CHAPTER 2
**
Orlando stood at the front of the room by the stage where he and Viggo had agreed to meet when they had spoke about the details of this outing. He was dressed in his traditional black tux with a red tipped yellow rose in his lapel, shuffling from one foot to the other, feeling as though he was a sixteen year-old waiting for his first date. He and Viggo had spoken a couple of times in the past week, but the kiss that Orlando had given him was never brought up. Thinking about it later he knew he shouldn’t have done it, but Viggo had been standing there looking so gorgeous with the half smile he used to give him when he was just indulging Orlando in one of his harebrained schemes, that he couldn’t have helped it even if he had wanted to.
Suddenly he saw Viggo enter from enter from the huge oak door at the front of the ballroom. Dressed in a traditional black tuxedo, with a simple white rose sitting in his lapel, tears pricked his eyes as Orlando remembered the outcome of that night and convinced himself that harsh words would not be said no matter what happened he shook his hid clearing his head of the tears and bad thoughts. He saw Viggo looking around the room finally spotting him and moved to join him.
“You look nice,” Orlando said cursing himself for infinite stupidity ‘nice going, Bloom. ‘You look nice’ he always looks nice you moron. Get a hold of yourself, you’re not sixteen.’ He thought mentally smacking himself.
“Thank you. You don’t look all that shabby, yourself,” Viggo said with a smile, giving him a once over.
“Thank you,” Orlando said. Then pasted on a smile that Viggo knew was specifically for the press and events like these. “Shall we?”
Viggo regarded the man he loved and saw confidence that he had never noticed before that moment. He smiled a genuine smile, placed his hand in the small of Orlando’s back, gestured in front of them and said, “We shall.”
*
“Thank you for inviting me,” Viggo said as he pulled into the driveway of Orlando’s New Jersey home. “I had a great time.” Orlando had caught a ride from someone else from the company to the party but she had left early leaving Orlando without a ride home. Viggo had offered to drive him home.
“You’re welcome.” Orlando said as he looked up at his house, not wanting to go inside and end the night that they had had. He placed a hand on the door and smiled at Viggo. “Thank you for coming. I had a good time myself. I’d forgotten how much fun we used to have together.”
“Good. I’m glad that you did get to have some fun. And you don’t have to lie. I know that I’m not the most fun person in the world and you don’t want to spend time with the likes of me right now.” Viggo said with a laugh, his eyes shifting between the man beside him and the hand that was lying on the door handle.
“Viggo, I wasn’t lying, and I never said that I don’t like spending time with you. You make me laugh, and you have good stories to tell when things get dull. You are fun to be with. I would never make something like that up.”
“Well it’s good to know that I’m useful for something.” Viggo laughed and the car was left in silence for a few moments before Orlando got the courage to speak.
“Do you want to come in for a while? I’ve got a bottle of nice wine that you would like. Maybe we can open it and talk?”
“Not about us I hope. God knows that after the attack we had with the press tonight I think that we can put off dealing with ‘us’ right now.” Viggo shuddered at the thought of the bucket loads of press waiting for them both when they had left the hotel earlier.
Orlando laughed and shook his head as he opened the door, relief rushing through him as Viggo did the same. “No, not about us. Just talk, and drink, like we were in New Zealand.” He said as he stepped up onto the porch.
“Sounds good,” Viggo watched as Orlando slid his key into the lock and immediately grew hard thinking about the things that had happened in response to Orlando and his very tempting hands. He visually shook himself and Orlando looked at him oddly.
“Sorry, I know its cold as a witch’s tit out here. I hate this door, it’s so hard to unlock.” Orlando murmured as he hurried to open the door and usher Viggo inside. He took Viggo’s coat and hung it up in the closet and then headed for the kitchen.
Viggo smiled to himself as he realized that the years really hadn’t changed the younger man, just made him more able to do what he wanted when he wanted. He followed Orlando into the kitchen and the smile faded instantly as he entered the room just in time to see the man reaching for two wine glasses on the top shelf of a cabinet with one knee on the counter, the other on tip toes.
“Orlando Jonathan Blanchard Bloom what do you think you are doing? You are going to fall and break your neck!” he growled as he stepped forward, hooked one hand around Orlando’s waist pulling him down and firmly on his feet as he used his inch height difference to pull the two glasses down and set them on the counter.
They both stopped as Orlando automatically placed his forehead in Viggo’s neck and breathed in the sent that was completely Viggo- paint, horses, and the woods.
Viggo stopped breathing for a moment as he felt Orlando nuzzle his neck. He looked down at the siren and had to suck in a breath at the image that met his love deprived eyes.
Orlando looked back up at him with hazy eyes, his cheeks were flushed and his lips parted as his tongue darted out to wet his lips and Viggo was reminded of the looks he had given him when they were both together as his own lips suddenly felt dry and chapped.
Viggo shook himself mentally and pulled himself away from the tempting young man and heard Orlando moan with the loss of touch. He stood at a distance as he watched Orlando visually pull himself together and poured the wine into the glasses. Then placing the wine aside he pulled another glass from the cabinet, poured what looked suspiciously like whiskey into it, and downed it in one gulp. After placing the glass in the sink and filling it with water, he picked up the glasses and wine once more and turned toward Viggo again.
Handing one of the glasses to Viggo he turned and led him to the living room where they both deliberately sat in the two plush armchairs across from one another.
“I heard you are going to join up with Beanie again. What is the movie?” Orlando asked, trying to ease the tension that had enveloped them like a huge blanket.
“We don’t know yet. We’re still looking really. The both of us know that we want to work together again.”
“Ah, ok.”
“What about you? I know you’re busy trying to save the world, but are you going to do any more movies anytime soon?” Viggo asked, his eyebrows arching in interest. Sean refused to give him any inside information on what Orlando was doing, so he usually had to get his information from interviews with the gorgeous young man sitting across from him, or the rag mags.
Viggo shifted uncomfortably at the thought of Orlando and interviews because it reminded him of the time that Orlando had shown up to an interview in a police officer’s uniform just because he had said he thought Orlando would have looked sexy in one.
“I have been looking at a couple scripts. I want to get through some of the projects that I have been working on first though.” Orlando explained as he looked questioningly at Viggo. He knew that the other man was uncomfortable because he continued to keep shifting in chair. “Would you like to change? I think I have a set of Sean’s clothing for the times he’s in town and doesn’t want to stay at a hotel.”
Viggo thought for a second as he tugged at his collar and tie and then replied yes thinking of how Sean’s pants swamped him most of the time.
Orlando led Viggo down the hall and into the guest bedroom where he reached into the closet and pulled an overnight bag with several changes of clothing, and what looked like a comb, toothbrush and deodorant all mixed together.
“Here. This is Sean’s bag. He usually just crashes here; changes clothes and I wash his other set and put them in the bag. The toothbrush is new so you can use that. I had to throw the other one away. It looked like anthrax was growing on it.”
Viggo laughed and took the bag. “Thanks. I’ll just be a minute.” He said as he headed for the adjoining bathroom.
“Here.” Orlando said, stopping him with a light hand on his arm and holding out a hanger. “Put your tux on this. The last thing you need is to wrinkle it. Knowing you it’ll never get unwrinkled otherwise.”
They both laughed and Orlando headed out explaining that he was going to change his own clothing.
Ten minutes later they were both back in the living room, and Viggo felt much more at ease since the pair of sweats that Sean had left seemed almost three sizes too big and he didn’t have to worry about giving himself away too badly if things went like they did when they had gotten there. Orlando was also feeling better since he had changed out of the stuffy dress wear.
Soon the both of them were talking like they had a few days before and quickly the wine was gone and they had moved onto the scotch that Orlando kept for Sean.
After about three hours of talking the two noticed the snow falling outside that was beginning to accumulate.
“I can’t let you go out in this its dark and we are in the middle of nowhere in New Jersey. And besides, you have had too much to drink.” Orlando protested as Viggo said he had better go before the snow worsened. “The city is usually really good about clearing up the roads. You’ll be able to leave in the morning, ok?”
Viggo grumbled, but realizing that Orlando was right he consented to sleeping in the guest room. As Orlando led him to the room again and watched him pull blankets and towels out for him he thanked god that Orlando’s bedroom was on the second floor, because he was in serious need of a shower and a wank at the present moment and watching the man’s ass through the thin sleep pants that he was wearing as he spread out the blankets was becoming too much for him. He distracted himself by placing the towels in the bathroom and when he walked back out Orlando was waiting for him sitting on the bed making them both think of things that they both wanted to do, but thought they would never do again.
“Well, I will let you get some sleep, ok? You have to get back to Iowa tomorrow right?”
“Yes. I left the ticket at the hotel so I’ll have to go back to get it and my things before I can go to the airport.” Viggo replied as he sat next to Orlando.
“Ok. Do you want me to wake you up at a specific time or just let you sleep?”
“If I’m not up by one then wake me up. But considering your track record I think it’s a pretty fair guess that I will be awake long before you.” Viggo teased. Orlando shot him a dirty look before sticking his tongue out, looking like a three year old and causing Viggo to laugh thinking of all the times Orlando had done that in the past to Viggo’s teasing.
Orlando joined into the laughing, knowing that Viggo was right. Then, just as suddenly as they had started, they stopped laughing, faces just inches apart.
They were both sober enough to know that they should both back away from each other, but inebriated enough to not care. Their lips crashed against each other like a torrent causing their teeth to clash violently. For several minutes they kissed just like they had wanted to since they both found out who it was that they were dancing with under the mistletoe.
Viggo leaned back on the bed, bringing Orlando with him. Viggo wiggled out of his shirt and then practically ripped Orlando’s off. Orlando moaned as Viggo attached himself to one of his nipples, a hand lacing itself through his hair holding him to his chest.
One of Viggo’s hands ran down Orlando’s chest and dipped down into his sleep pants to take hold of his very erect cock. At this Orlando jerked away from Viggo, sobering enough to care. He pulled Viggo’s hand out of his pants, grabbed his shirt, and practically jumped off the bed. He rushed to the door and took one final look behind him at the astounded man who sat on the bed.
“I’m so sorry.” He whispered and darted out of sight.
**
A.N. MUAHHHAAAA!!!!! I am evil… *stands tall defying all, then realizing what she has just done ducks for cover* I am also working on the next part so you all don’t kill me… I have my reasons for doing this I SWEAR!!! Oh yes this part and the kiss from the last chapter will be addressed in the next part as well.
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Date: 2006-01-27 07:00 pm (UTC)