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vigorliTitle- Silver Mistletoe part 4 of ?
Author-Lunperlyn
Rating- R for this chapter, NC-17 overall.
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pita23
Disclaimer- Hello, this is a public service announcement- Please note that this writer makes no claims to know these men or the future so please don’t sue. All you will get is school loans and a really fucked up job. Thank you and have a nice day
Author’s note- I know it’s been a while since I updated but I hope you can all understand. At least it wasn’t as long as my last update. Thanks again to the lovelypita23 for betaing this.
Previous Chapters- Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three
**
Viggo woke the next morning to the smell of pancakes luring him out of the half restless sleep that he had fallen into when Orlando had left the night before. Pulling on the clothes that Orlando had given him the night before, he headed for the kitchen.
Viggo was met by the image of Orlando standing at the stove a fork in one hand and a skillet in the other frying up what appeared to be bacon and sausage. He was tapping a foot swaying slightly to some Spanish song being emitted from the boom box at the end of the counter. A bittersweet smile crossed Viggo’s face as he watched the younger man. It made him think of the first time that Orlando had spent the night at his house in New Zealand. Orlando wasn’t usually a morning person, but when he was nervous or excited about something he got up early and made breakfast. That morning Orlando had gotten up at the crack of dawn and made enough food to feed Viggo for a week or last him through a hobbit raid.
Orlando turned to place the cooked bacon on a paper towel covered plate and saw Viggo standing there. “Good morning,” he murmured as he unloaded the meat onto the plate.
“Morning. Cooking huh? What’s with the bacon and sausage? You hate pork.” Viggo commented as Orlando placed the plate next to the eggs, and sat down.
“I keep sausage and bacon on hand for when the hobbits or Sean and Karl visit.” He said as he realized that he didn’t have a plate and got up to get one.
“Sean and Karl visit here often? You seem to have everything prepared for a visit from them.”
“They like to stay here when one or both of them have to be in New York for one reason or another. It’s better than having to stay at a hotel constantly. Since I don’t stay here that often, I told them that they could make themselves comfortable whenever they have the need.” Orlando sat back down and handed Viggo one of the plates. He didn’t wait for Viggo to sit before piling pancakes and eggs on his own plate.
“Ah.” Viggo sat down and put some of the bacon and eggs on his own plate. He took a bite before getting up to pour himself a cup of coffee. “Finally got a coffee pot huh?” he asked as he put cream in the cup.
“Yeah. I know I said I would never have one, but since I started having company I’ve gotten kind of hooked on it.” Orlando responded as he began to fiddle with his napkin. Viggo saw a visible change come over Orlando’s face as he obviously came to a conclusion. “Look, I think we need to talk about this.”
Viggo wanted to deny that there was anything to talk about with all his heart but he knew that would either make Orlando seriously pissed, or it would make him reiterate what had happened the night before and he really didn’t want that to happen any time soon. Last night was a reminder of what he had once had and why he no longer drank to the extent that he had.
Viggo took a long drink of his coffee and nodded. “You’re right. We do.” Viggo said softly as he put his coffee cup down.
“I want to apologize for last week. I shouldn’t have kissed you. I have no clue what came over me.” Orlando flushed as he thought about that statement. He did know what he did it, but telling Viggo that he still had feelings for him probably wasn’t the best thing to say.
“You took me by surprise is all. It was nothing.”
“No I think it was.” Orlando reasoned. “I think that it contributed to last night… and I think that if we don’t talk about this, we’re not going to be able to do this. We keep dancing around the subject. We talk about our lives and what we’ve been doing, but I think that the attraction that we have always had for each other is still there. It is having an effect on the both of us and we are going to have to resolve before we can more forward.” Orlando looked Viggo in the eye, making it very clear that he was not going to back down on this. “Now I know you have your reasons for breaking up with me. I know you said you don’t love me even if you are still attracted to me, and that’s fine. That will never be an issue in this, I just want to make sure that we are addressing the real issue.”
“Agreed.” Viggo said, relieved that he wasn’t going to have to talk about the break-up.
“Last week when I kissed you… I apologize. I shouldn’t have done it.” He laughed in spite of himself and continued. “I have always been attracted to you and the way that you looked at that moment reminded me of New Zealand so much that something came over me and I had to kiss you. I do promise, however, I will never do so again. I understand that this is a temporary necessity on both of our parts and that we will need to appear semi-intimate, and I will do so accordingly.”
“Orlando I don’t care about the kiss. We used to do that all the time before we started dating. For god’s sake, half of the crew from the set thought we were sleeping together in the first month after I got there. I know we can’t go back to the way that we were before we broke up. I know I broke your heart and for that I am sincerely sorry, but you have to understand that I did it to save us both some pain in the long run. And even though I don’t love you like you did for me, I do love your zest for life. You live life in the moment and it is infectious. You make everyone around you love to do whatever it is that they are doing and make them feel like they are young again. I’ve always adored that about you. I just want to be your friend; a friend you can have your spontaneous moments with. I know that the entire world will be watching us for a few months, and when we find the right moment, we’ll announce that we aren’t right for each other, but we are still friends, but I want to be the friends that we’re going to tell everyone we are.”
“What about this attraction we have for each other? Don’t you think that that is going to have a big impact on how we approach this entire situation?” Orlando asked, fearing that it was going to be a huge factor in their relationship.
“Yes, I do.” Viggo said, and Orlando sucked in a breath. “I agree that it is going to have an impact. It’s that attraction that makes us good together, but I also think that we can keep it in check. We did it for over six months in New Zealand; I think we can do so again. Besides we both know that last night was partially because of the attraction we feel for each other, but also had a lot to do with the alcohol that we had.”
A smirk crossed Orlando’s lips as he teased “So what? We should live in a permanent state of sexual frustration like we did then?”
“Absolutely. Anything to get the job done.” Viggo said, a grin of his own crossing his face.
“Ok. So ground rules- No drinking, No sex, Kissing only when necessary… am I forgetting anything?”
“That sounds like a good start, but how about we make up the rest of them as we go ok? I think we’re going to have a lot more to think about before this is over.”
“Agreed. So, how about I drive you back to the city? I’m sure you’re supposed to be doing something for the opening.”
“Actually no, but it would be wise if I checked on everything while I’m here. I mean yes, the opening is the month after next, but I really don’t need to be here to look over everything until a week before the exhibit.”
“Ok. I’ll make sure that I clear that week, and if I do have to do some business then I’ll be able to do it from here. You will stay here for that week wont you? I mean, this way you don’t have to pay for the hotel, and we get the point that we need across right?”
“That sounds fine with me. I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.” Viggo said with a smirk.
Orlando laughed and rolled his eyes. “As if you have a ‘best behavior’” he teased. “Come on then, let’s eat. If we dawdle any longer we may be snowed in for a week.” He said gesturing to the four or so inches of snow that had accumulated overnight.
“Let’s then.”
**
Two months later the news of Orlando and Viggo being a couple had faded from the tabloids a bit with the drug bust of some new starlet, and the upcoming nuptials of another ‘black widow wife,’ but were still watched like hawks after prey from the paparazzi who wanted ‘an inside look’ into their relationship. After the near miss in January the two men made sure they were extra careful around each other, but at the same time seemed to get some of their friendship back.
Viggo stepped back and inspected another painting. This show would travel the country and some of Europe before going on auction for charity in LA. He was proud of this exhibit, just like he was of all his shows, but this one had a special place in his heart for a reason he couldn’t seem to figure out.
“It’s a hair crooked on the left side,” a voice from behind him said. Viggo whipped around and saw Orlando standing there a grin plastered on his face.
“Hey.” Viggo said as he leaned over and gave him a chaste kiss on his lips, partly by habit for whoever was watching, but also took secret glee in it because he could do so. “What are you doing here so early?”
“Early? I said I would come pick you up at seven. It’s nearly eight-thirty. I got held up in a meeting with the government rep from Nepal.”
Viggo looked at his watch which confirmed the time. “Wow. I’m sorry I thought it was just five. It was only three when I looked last.”
“Which means you didn’t have lunch either. Come on. What ever it is you still have left to do can wait until the morning.” Orlando said as he yanked Viggo by the arm to the back of the studio. “Get your coat. I’ll get you something to eat on the way home.”
Viggo smiled at the bossy tone and went to get what he was told.
The ride home was uneventful, talking simply about the things that still needed to be done at the studio, and things that Orlando had to accomplish before the weeks end. It still surprised Viggo how much time had to do with what and how countries would accept help.
They both climbed out of the car after pulling into the driveway, laughing as Orlando dropped his keys a third time since they had left the gallery. They entered the house and was greeted by the vision of Karl and Sean half dressed, making out on the couch.
They both stared at the two men for a moment who were clueless to their presence, to stunned to do anything else before Orlando regained some use of his mind to slam the door. Both men on the couch looked up to see Viggo and Orlando standing in the doorway and scrambled to gather their things.
“Orli! I’m sorry we thought you weren’t going to be here for another few days.” Karl said as he yanked on a shirt.
“Yeh, well while I don’t care if you guys are here, PLEASE tell me that you don’t have sex on my couch when I’m not here!” Orlando said as he covered his face with his hand.
“No. NO! We kinda got carried away. I’ve been in Paris for two weeks and he’s been filming in Sofia for nearly a month and a half. I swear Orli I would have moved us into the bedroom before anything like that happened.” Sean protested as he scrambled to find his own shirt which had found its way over to the other side of the room.
Viggo groaned at the thought of finding his best friend in the bed he was planning on sleeping in for the next week naked with his husband.
“What’s the matter Vig? And what are you doing here? I thought the show wasn’t until this weekend.” Karl asked as he heard the groan.
“You know that wasn’t exactly what I had envisioned for the bed I was planning on sleeping in tonight.” Viggo explained as he scrubbed a hand over his face. “And I am staying here until after the show.”
Sean’s face exhibited an expression of horror. “Oh! I’m so sorry! We had no clue you were staying here.”
“We’ll go to a hotel. There is one about twenty minutes from here isn’t there?” Karl asked as he stood.
“You’ll do no such thing. I’m sure we can work this out. The two of you are welcome any time. It’s my fault for only having two bedrooms.” Orlando sat in one of the armchairs and looked at his two friends. Viggo, sensing that they were going to be at this a while, sat in the one across from him.
“You know, I’m really the one who isn’t supposed to be here. It’s not really my place; I can go get a hotel room.” He said.
“And the press would be all over you in a moment. Everyone knows you’ve been here for the last three days. It would look strange if you left now for a hotel room.” Orlando said and pinched the bridge of his nose. “How about we do this? The two of you take the guest room, you take the bed in my room, and I’ll sleep on the couch in my office. It’s the only one big enough to sleep on.” Orlando said pointing at the respective people.
“No, absolutely not. I would rather deal with the press than have you sleep on the couch. I’m not taking your bed from you.” Viggo said.
“I agree!” Sean proclaimed as he made a swiping gesture with his hands. “Karl and I can just as easily stay at a hotel. You sleeping on the couch in your own home is ridiculous.”
“It’s only for a couple of nights. All of us are here for the exhibit this weekend anyway. I have to fly to the Ukraine on Sunday morning anyway. Its just four days.”
“If you are going to refuse to let us leave, and dole it out that way, why don’t we just have sleeping partners. I know the bed in the guest room is a king, and I think that the bed in your room is a king, so why don’t we all sleep buddied up?” Karl suggested.
“In other words, you and Sean and me and Orlando? I don’t know if that is a good idea.” Viggo said as he thought of the night a few months before.
“No I was thinking you and Sean and me and Orlando. It’s safe that way.”
“No. You and Sean are here to see each other again. I’m not going to have you sleeping in separate beds when you haven’t seen each other in so long. You’ll both take the guest room.” Orlando looked at Viggo for a moment before nodding. “I’m sure the both of us can tolerate each other for four nights.” Orlando said with an expression that clearly stated- It had better be.
“Of course. We can deal.” Viggo commented non-committedly as he watched the dark expression cross Sean’s face.
“I don’t know. I really don’t…”
“Sean, its fine. It’s just for a couple of days.”
“Look. It’s late and we’re all very tired. I have to be to the office by eight and Viggo needs to get to the gallery. Why don’t we talk about this tomorrow when we have all gotten some sleep ok? And please don’t be to loud tonight, ok guys?” Orlando teased as he smirked at the two men who sat on the couch, watching them squirm in embarrassment.
As he and Viggo ascended the stairs, he realized what he had agreed to do, he was going to sleep in a bed with Viggo for the first time in years, and he wasn’t even going to get anything out of it. In his mind, he heard a treacherous voice pipe up ‘but you could if you wanted. All you have to do is convince him of it.’
Orlando shook his head viciously to clear it, which caused Viggo to look at him odd.
“Are you alright?” he asked a concerned note lacing his voice.
Orlando smiled at him and nodded his head. “I’m fine. I was just thinking of the last time we did something like this.”
“Do you really think that we can keep our hands off each other?” Viggo asked in a half teasing, half serious tone.
“We agreed that we would. Besides, we’ve slept together on the Rings set with out anything happening before we got together. I’m sure we can survive a couple of nights.” Orlando said and Viggo hoped to god he was right
**
They lasted two nights. And it wasn’t really either one of their faults. Viggo was having his dream again. The same one he always got when he was stressed. He had not done what he had done to Orlando and he blamed him for holding him back and for the down fall of his career.
Orlando stood in their home in New Zealand and was throwing things at him, while shouting obscenities.
“No…. Sweetheart, no I swear it wasn’t my fault. Angel, please don’t do this.” Viggo cried as he ducked the oncoming vase full of black roses. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to console his dream lover.
“You did this! This is all your fault!” the dream shouted. “If you had just done the right thing and let me go live my life, this wouldn’t have happened!”
“No, I did Angel! I did!” Viggo pleaded.
“Liar! You never truly let me go!” and the tea pot that he held so dear to his heart was thrown at his head, which when he ducked, slammed into the wall shattering into a million pieces.
“No!” Viggo gasped as he sat strait up in bed, knocking heads with Orlando on the way up.
Without even stopping to rub his head, Orlando gathered the sobbing Viggo into his arms to soothe him.
“Shhhh, its ok now. It was just a dream. It was just a dream.”
Viggo looked up at the young man and blinked the tears out of his eyes. Seeing the comforting face of his love, not contorted with anger and vengeance, he felt overwhelmed, reached up, tugged Orlando down to him and kissed him.
**
A.N.- Ok I know you all want to kill me but I SWEAR there will be sex in the next part. I even have that part written, but you know me and my cliffhangers. I love you all, and remember- feedback is food for the muses!
Lunperlyn
Author-Lunperlyn
Rating- R for this chapter, NC-17 overall.
Beta-
pita23Disclaimer- Hello, this is a public service announcement- Please note that this writer makes no claims to know these men or the future so please don’t sue. All you will get is school loans and a really fucked up job. Thank you and have a nice day
Author’s note- I know it’s been a while since I updated but I hope you can all understand. At least it wasn’t as long as my last update. Thanks again to the lovely
pita23 for betaing this. Previous Chapters- Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three
**
Viggo woke the next morning to the smell of pancakes luring him out of the half restless sleep that he had fallen into when Orlando had left the night before. Pulling on the clothes that Orlando had given him the night before, he headed for the kitchen.
Viggo was met by the image of Orlando standing at the stove a fork in one hand and a skillet in the other frying up what appeared to be bacon and sausage. He was tapping a foot swaying slightly to some Spanish song being emitted from the boom box at the end of the counter. A bittersweet smile crossed Viggo’s face as he watched the younger man. It made him think of the first time that Orlando had spent the night at his house in New Zealand. Orlando wasn’t usually a morning person, but when he was nervous or excited about something he got up early and made breakfast. That morning Orlando had gotten up at the crack of dawn and made enough food to feed Viggo for a week or last him through a hobbit raid.
Orlando turned to place the cooked bacon on a paper towel covered plate and saw Viggo standing there. “Good morning,” he murmured as he unloaded the meat onto the plate.
“Morning. Cooking huh? What’s with the bacon and sausage? You hate pork.” Viggo commented as Orlando placed the plate next to the eggs, and sat down.
“I keep sausage and bacon on hand for when the hobbits or Sean and Karl visit.” He said as he realized that he didn’t have a plate and got up to get one.
“Sean and Karl visit here often? You seem to have everything prepared for a visit from them.”
“They like to stay here when one or both of them have to be in New York for one reason or another. It’s better than having to stay at a hotel constantly. Since I don’t stay here that often, I told them that they could make themselves comfortable whenever they have the need.” Orlando sat back down and handed Viggo one of the plates. He didn’t wait for Viggo to sit before piling pancakes and eggs on his own plate.
“Ah.” Viggo sat down and put some of the bacon and eggs on his own plate. He took a bite before getting up to pour himself a cup of coffee. “Finally got a coffee pot huh?” he asked as he put cream in the cup.
“Yeah. I know I said I would never have one, but since I started having company I’ve gotten kind of hooked on it.” Orlando responded as he began to fiddle with his napkin. Viggo saw a visible change come over Orlando’s face as he obviously came to a conclusion. “Look, I think we need to talk about this.”
Viggo wanted to deny that there was anything to talk about with all his heart but he knew that would either make Orlando seriously pissed, or it would make him reiterate what had happened the night before and he really didn’t want that to happen any time soon. Last night was a reminder of what he had once had and why he no longer drank to the extent that he had.
Viggo took a long drink of his coffee and nodded. “You’re right. We do.” Viggo said softly as he put his coffee cup down.
“I want to apologize for last week. I shouldn’t have kissed you. I have no clue what came over me.” Orlando flushed as he thought about that statement. He did know what he did it, but telling Viggo that he still had feelings for him probably wasn’t the best thing to say.
“You took me by surprise is all. It was nothing.”
“No I think it was.” Orlando reasoned. “I think that it contributed to last night… and I think that if we don’t talk about this, we’re not going to be able to do this. We keep dancing around the subject. We talk about our lives and what we’ve been doing, but I think that the attraction that we have always had for each other is still there. It is having an effect on the both of us and we are going to have to resolve before we can more forward.” Orlando looked Viggo in the eye, making it very clear that he was not going to back down on this. “Now I know you have your reasons for breaking up with me. I know you said you don’t love me even if you are still attracted to me, and that’s fine. That will never be an issue in this, I just want to make sure that we are addressing the real issue.”
“Agreed.” Viggo said, relieved that he wasn’t going to have to talk about the break-up.
“Last week when I kissed you… I apologize. I shouldn’t have done it.” He laughed in spite of himself and continued. “I have always been attracted to you and the way that you looked at that moment reminded me of New Zealand so much that something came over me and I had to kiss you. I do promise, however, I will never do so again. I understand that this is a temporary necessity on both of our parts and that we will need to appear semi-intimate, and I will do so accordingly.”
“Orlando I don’t care about the kiss. We used to do that all the time before we started dating. For god’s sake, half of the crew from the set thought we were sleeping together in the first month after I got there. I know we can’t go back to the way that we were before we broke up. I know I broke your heart and for that I am sincerely sorry, but you have to understand that I did it to save us both some pain in the long run. And even though I don’t love you like you did for me, I do love your zest for life. You live life in the moment and it is infectious. You make everyone around you love to do whatever it is that they are doing and make them feel like they are young again. I’ve always adored that about you. I just want to be your friend; a friend you can have your spontaneous moments with. I know that the entire world will be watching us for a few months, and when we find the right moment, we’ll announce that we aren’t right for each other, but we are still friends, but I want to be the friends that we’re going to tell everyone we are.”
“What about this attraction we have for each other? Don’t you think that that is going to have a big impact on how we approach this entire situation?” Orlando asked, fearing that it was going to be a huge factor in their relationship.
“Yes, I do.” Viggo said, and Orlando sucked in a breath. “I agree that it is going to have an impact. It’s that attraction that makes us good together, but I also think that we can keep it in check. We did it for over six months in New Zealand; I think we can do so again. Besides we both know that last night was partially because of the attraction we feel for each other, but also had a lot to do with the alcohol that we had.”
A smirk crossed Orlando’s lips as he teased “So what? We should live in a permanent state of sexual frustration like we did then?”
“Absolutely. Anything to get the job done.” Viggo said, a grin of his own crossing his face.
“Ok. So ground rules- No drinking, No sex, Kissing only when necessary… am I forgetting anything?”
“That sounds like a good start, but how about we make up the rest of them as we go ok? I think we’re going to have a lot more to think about before this is over.”
“Agreed. So, how about I drive you back to the city? I’m sure you’re supposed to be doing something for the opening.”
“Actually no, but it would be wise if I checked on everything while I’m here. I mean yes, the opening is the month after next, but I really don’t need to be here to look over everything until a week before the exhibit.”
“Ok. I’ll make sure that I clear that week, and if I do have to do some business then I’ll be able to do it from here. You will stay here for that week wont you? I mean, this way you don’t have to pay for the hotel, and we get the point that we need across right?”
“That sounds fine with me. I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.” Viggo said with a smirk.
Orlando laughed and rolled his eyes. “As if you have a ‘best behavior’” he teased. “Come on then, let’s eat. If we dawdle any longer we may be snowed in for a week.” He said gesturing to the four or so inches of snow that had accumulated overnight.
“Let’s then.”
**
Two months later the news of Orlando and Viggo being a couple had faded from the tabloids a bit with the drug bust of some new starlet, and the upcoming nuptials of another ‘black widow wife,’ but were still watched like hawks after prey from the paparazzi who wanted ‘an inside look’ into their relationship. After the near miss in January the two men made sure they were extra careful around each other, but at the same time seemed to get some of their friendship back.
Viggo stepped back and inspected another painting. This show would travel the country and some of Europe before going on auction for charity in LA. He was proud of this exhibit, just like he was of all his shows, but this one had a special place in his heart for a reason he couldn’t seem to figure out.
“It’s a hair crooked on the left side,” a voice from behind him said. Viggo whipped around and saw Orlando standing there a grin plastered on his face.
“Hey.” Viggo said as he leaned over and gave him a chaste kiss on his lips, partly by habit for whoever was watching, but also took secret glee in it because he could do so. “What are you doing here so early?”
“Early? I said I would come pick you up at seven. It’s nearly eight-thirty. I got held up in a meeting with the government rep from Nepal.”
Viggo looked at his watch which confirmed the time. “Wow. I’m sorry I thought it was just five. It was only three when I looked last.”
“Which means you didn’t have lunch either. Come on. What ever it is you still have left to do can wait until the morning.” Orlando said as he yanked Viggo by the arm to the back of the studio. “Get your coat. I’ll get you something to eat on the way home.”
Viggo smiled at the bossy tone and went to get what he was told.
The ride home was uneventful, talking simply about the things that still needed to be done at the studio, and things that Orlando had to accomplish before the weeks end. It still surprised Viggo how much time had to do with what and how countries would accept help.
They both climbed out of the car after pulling into the driveway, laughing as Orlando dropped his keys a third time since they had left the gallery. They entered the house and was greeted by the vision of Karl and Sean half dressed, making out on the couch.
They both stared at the two men for a moment who were clueless to their presence, to stunned to do anything else before Orlando regained some use of his mind to slam the door. Both men on the couch looked up to see Viggo and Orlando standing in the doorway and scrambled to gather their things.
“Orli! I’m sorry we thought you weren’t going to be here for another few days.” Karl said as he yanked on a shirt.
“Yeh, well while I don’t care if you guys are here, PLEASE tell me that you don’t have sex on my couch when I’m not here!” Orlando said as he covered his face with his hand.
“No. NO! We kinda got carried away. I’ve been in Paris for two weeks and he’s been filming in Sofia for nearly a month and a half. I swear Orli I would have moved us into the bedroom before anything like that happened.” Sean protested as he scrambled to find his own shirt which had found its way over to the other side of the room.
Viggo groaned at the thought of finding his best friend in the bed he was planning on sleeping in for the next week naked with his husband.
“What’s the matter Vig? And what are you doing here? I thought the show wasn’t until this weekend.” Karl asked as he heard the groan.
“You know that wasn’t exactly what I had envisioned for the bed I was planning on sleeping in tonight.” Viggo explained as he scrubbed a hand over his face. “And I am staying here until after the show.”
Sean’s face exhibited an expression of horror. “Oh! I’m so sorry! We had no clue you were staying here.”
“We’ll go to a hotel. There is one about twenty minutes from here isn’t there?” Karl asked as he stood.
“You’ll do no such thing. I’m sure we can work this out. The two of you are welcome any time. It’s my fault for only having two bedrooms.” Orlando sat in one of the armchairs and looked at his two friends. Viggo, sensing that they were going to be at this a while, sat in the one across from him.
“You know, I’m really the one who isn’t supposed to be here. It’s not really my place; I can go get a hotel room.” He said.
“And the press would be all over you in a moment. Everyone knows you’ve been here for the last three days. It would look strange if you left now for a hotel room.” Orlando said and pinched the bridge of his nose. “How about we do this? The two of you take the guest room, you take the bed in my room, and I’ll sleep on the couch in my office. It’s the only one big enough to sleep on.” Orlando said pointing at the respective people.
“No, absolutely not. I would rather deal with the press than have you sleep on the couch. I’m not taking your bed from you.” Viggo said.
“I agree!” Sean proclaimed as he made a swiping gesture with his hands. “Karl and I can just as easily stay at a hotel. You sleeping on the couch in your own home is ridiculous.”
“It’s only for a couple of nights. All of us are here for the exhibit this weekend anyway. I have to fly to the Ukraine on Sunday morning anyway. Its just four days.”
“If you are going to refuse to let us leave, and dole it out that way, why don’t we just have sleeping partners. I know the bed in the guest room is a king, and I think that the bed in your room is a king, so why don’t we all sleep buddied up?” Karl suggested.
“In other words, you and Sean and me and Orlando? I don’t know if that is a good idea.” Viggo said as he thought of the night a few months before.
“No I was thinking you and Sean and me and Orlando. It’s safe that way.”
“No. You and Sean are here to see each other again. I’m not going to have you sleeping in separate beds when you haven’t seen each other in so long. You’ll both take the guest room.” Orlando looked at Viggo for a moment before nodding. “I’m sure the both of us can tolerate each other for four nights.” Orlando said with an expression that clearly stated- It had better be.
“Of course. We can deal.” Viggo commented non-committedly as he watched the dark expression cross Sean’s face.
“I don’t know. I really don’t…”
“Sean, its fine. It’s just for a couple of days.”
“Look. It’s late and we’re all very tired. I have to be to the office by eight and Viggo needs to get to the gallery. Why don’t we talk about this tomorrow when we have all gotten some sleep ok? And please don’t be to loud tonight, ok guys?” Orlando teased as he smirked at the two men who sat on the couch, watching them squirm in embarrassment.
As he and Viggo ascended the stairs, he realized what he had agreed to do, he was going to sleep in a bed with Viggo for the first time in years, and he wasn’t even going to get anything out of it. In his mind, he heard a treacherous voice pipe up ‘but you could if you wanted. All you have to do is convince him of it.’
Orlando shook his head viciously to clear it, which caused Viggo to look at him odd.
“Are you alright?” he asked a concerned note lacing his voice.
Orlando smiled at him and nodded his head. “I’m fine. I was just thinking of the last time we did something like this.”
“Do you really think that we can keep our hands off each other?” Viggo asked in a half teasing, half serious tone.
“We agreed that we would. Besides, we’ve slept together on the Rings set with out anything happening before we got together. I’m sure we can survive a couple of nights.” Orlando said and Viggo hoped to god he was right
**
They lasted two nights. And it wasn’t really either one of their faults. Viggo was having his dream again. The same one he always got when he was stressed. He had not done what he had done to Orlando and he blamed him for holding him back and for the down fall of his career.
Orlando stood in their home in New Zealand and was throwing things at him, while shouting obscenities.
“No…. Sweetheart, no I swear it wasn’t my fault. Angel, please don’t do this.” Viggo cried as he ducked the oncoming vase full of black roses. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to console his dream lover.
“You did this! This is all your fault!” the dream shouted. “If you had just done the right thing and let me go live my life, this wouldn’t have happened!”
“No, I did Angel! I did!” Viggo pleaded.
“Liar! You never truly let me go!” and the tea pot that he held so dear to his heart was thrown at his head, which when he ducked, slammed into the wall shattering into a million pieces.
“No!” Viggo gasped as he sat strait up in bed, knocking heads with Orlando on the way up.
Without even stopping to rub his head, Orlando gathered the sobbing Viggo into his arms to soothe him.
“Shhhh, its ok now. It was just a dream. It was just a dream.”
Viggo looked up at the young man and blinked the tears out of his eyes. Seeing the comforting face of his love, not contorted with anger and vengeance, he felt overwhelmed, reached up, tugged Orlando down to him and kissed him.
**
A.N.- Ok I know you all want to kill me but I SWEAR there will be sex in the next part. I even have that part written, but you know me and my cliffhangers. I love you all, and remember- feedback is food for the muses!
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Date: 2006-03-24 02:01 am (UTC)will we have to wait weeks to find out?
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