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Title: Christmas Confession
Author: empress_jae
Rating: R
Summary: Viggo finally tells Orlando his true feelings.
A/N: written for take_this_waltz for the vo_xmas challenge. happy holidays babe!


Orlando looked at his watch for the thirtieth time in five minutes. The laughing and happiness around him pounding into his head like a drill. Seated on the soft, plush cushion of the oversized couch, gin and tonic in his left hand, he pinched the bridge of his nose with his right.

What was he thinking when he agreed to this?

Why would he subject himself to this agony? And on Christmas Eve for Christ’s sake?

When Viggo had invited him to stay with him on his ranch for the holidays, his heart stopped momentarily. The two men had been extremely close since meeting in New Zealand. Endless hours on a set and sharing a close-quartered trailer provide that effect.

That same effect seemed to lead them to an intimate bond that had yet to see any physical contact between the two men. Sure there had been kisses on the cheek, hugs that lasted longer then necessary, and whispers of secrets that only the two of them shared, but Orlando had yet to receive to the solid connection he knew Viggo wanted to give him. The time just never seemed right for the words to flow. As poetic as Viggo could be, Orlando knew that Viggo was holding back his true feelings for him. Waiting for the perfect time to, in a world of clichés, “profess his undying love for Orlando”.

And what would be a better time and a better place then alone in Viggo’s ranch, over that magical holiday, when wishes can come true. Orlando knew it would be just perfect for them to come together. No cameras, no family, no “girlfriends”...just the two of them, alone in a snow covered haven.

And they were alone. Alone with Dom and Elijah and Henry and Viggo’s brother and wife.

And Exene.

When Orli arrived at the ranch earlier that afternoon, his happiness of being near Viggo turned to confusion when her hand reached out to shake his in greeting. The slender hand attached to the smiling face was pleasant and warm. Giving Orlando no reason to hate. But the annoyance in his smile was evident.

He had heard enough about her from Viggo to have no dislike towards her. There was no pain in their divorce and the two remained friends for the sake of Henry. Orlando even once thought that he could possibly be friends with the woman if he were to ever meet her.
But this was not the time. At least in Orlando’s mind.

And now he sat by himself on the couch on Christmas Eve while all of his friends were enjoying good food, drinks and each other. He wallowed in his anger and purposely made himself as invisible as possible for he didn’t trust what words could come out of his mouth.

‘Why didn’t he tell me she would be here?’ he kept asking himself over and over. ‘Because he doesn’t want me at all…the fucker’s been leading me on this whole time...he only sees me as a friend...I’m such an idiot.’ As he pondered this thought for the 100th time, a laugh came out from the other guests and Orlando looked over just in time to see Henry standing on a hair holding mistletoe over his father and mother’s heads. Just in time to see the two of them share a kiss while everyone else gently laughed.

‘That’s it.’ he thought, and pulled himself out of the couch and silently left the room, leaving his still full beverage on the coffee table.

From across the room, Viggo’s smile slowly dropped as he watched his guest of honor walk away.

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“Am I allowed to come in?”

It had been a little less then an hour since Orli had left the gathering. He sat alone in the dark guest bedroom on the window sill watching the silent glitter of snowflakes drop like the tears he wouldn’t allow to fall. He turned and took at the silhouette of Viggo in the open doorway.

“It’s your home.” he replied.

“But it’s your room.”

Orli didn’t respond, but Viggo took the chance and crossed the threshold.

“Why did you leave?” he asked.

“Wasn’t feeling festive anymore.” Orlando returned.

Viggo was silent. He could sense the bitterness in the younger man’s tone.

“Why did you invite me here?” Orlando asked.

“Because I wanted to see you,” Viggo started. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Pick up a magazine then.” Orlando spat back.
Viggo turned on the defense. “Do you mind telling me exactly what it is that I did to make you so upset?”

Orlando reached into his pockets for his cigarettes as he responded “And why would I be upset with you Viggo?”

“I don’t have the slightest clue.”

“I thought you did.”

Viggo felt the sting in Orlando’s response and realized where his mistake was. Having the others here, especially his ex wife, was not the smartest thing to do. He had always had a special place in his heart for the kid, and over the years it involuntarily turned into love. But he never told him. And Orlando was no fool. Viggo knew that Orlando felt the same way.

The flick of the lighter caused Viggo to look into Orlando’s face. The soft glow of the flame made his hear stop as Orlando lit his smoke.

Viggo was looking into the face of a glowing angle. The high cheek bones, the deep chocolate eyes, the wavy brown tresses made him ethereal. Viggo sucked in a breath as he stepped closer to Orlando.

“I fucked up.” He started. Orlando sucked in a puff and looked up at Viggo. “I should have never let this go on for this long. I should have told you from the beginning the truth. It was wrong for me to hide as long as I did.”

“Are you trying to…?”

“Let me finish.” Viggo interrupted. “I haven’t said this before and if I don’t say it now, I will keep hiding it.”

Orlando hushed.

“I invited you out here to tell you that I have fallen for you. Actually,” Viggo chuckled. “I fell for you years ago. I’ve just been too stubborn to say it. I have you as my best friend and confidant. But I want more. So much more...”

Orlando sighed inwardly at the sound of the words he’d been waiting to hear.

“But how are you supposed to tell a man who’s nearly half your age and has only been with women something so serious?”

The younger man took another puff and looked up at Viggo. The glow from the outside lights was filtering through the window. Orlando could see a shine in Viggo’s crystal blue eyes. A shine of hope as he waited for the other him to respond.
Orlando let out a long line of smoke above his head and then smiled.

“You just did.”

Viggo smiled back as he stepped even closer to Orlando.

“I’ve been wanting to feel you lips forever.” He started as he smoothed his hands around the slim waist to pull Orlando towards him.

Orlando half turned to put out the cigarette and then lightly placed his soft hands on Viggo’s neck. “Do you still have Henry’s mistletoe?” he whispered with his eyes closing.

Viggo paused. “I would…if he was still here.”

Orlando looked at Viggo. “Henry’s gone?”

“Everyone’s gone.”

Orlando blinked.

“It was just a party.”

“But…I thought they were all staying.” Orlando stammered. “Henry and your brother and…Exene…”

Viggo chuckled as he brought his mouth to Orlando’s ear. “You’re the only one who’s staying tonight.”

Orlando’s breathing picked up as Viggo’s words tickled his outer shell.

“They’ll be back tomorrow for dinner.”

Orlando closed his eyes again as Viggo brought his mouth to ghost over his. They were sharing each others breath. Slowly beginning to learn more. The intensity of want growing with every second.

“Can I kiss you” Viggo whispered.

“Please…” Orlando begged with a small voice.

The dam had broken. Viggo took his lips and satisfied the hunger that had been longing for years. Orlando willingly opened his mouth to allow the older man to taste the sweetness he had to offer. Their lower bodies came together and Orlando could feel the hardness of Viggo’s want.

The younger man gasped and pulled his lips away from Viggo’s.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he said as he looked deep into the blue eyes. “I’ve never wanted anyone as I’ve wanted you. But…” he paused. “I don’t know what to do. You know I’ve never been with a man before.”

Viggo smiled at his little one as he gently tucked part of his chestnut locks behind Orli’s ear. “Tell me what you want.”

Orlando paused for a moment and closed his eyes as he prepared to let his need flow.

“I want you to touch me all over. I want to feel you inside of me.”

“…and?”

“I want you to make me yours.”

Viggo took Orli’s head in his hands and looked deep into his eyes. “That and more...”

He takes Orlando’s hand and leads him out of the guest bedroom, down the hall, to his own master suite. Once inside the chambers, they resume their exploration of each other’s mouths. Viggo’s hands move down the sides of the sinewy body in front of him to tug at Orlando’s t-shirt. He glides his hands up Orlando’s side as an effort to remove the garment. He can feel Orlando’s heavy breathing with his hands on his stomach.

Their tongues begin to battle for dominance as passion grows stronger. The need for each other is overflowing as both of the men breath heavily through their noses while refusing to let go of each others mouth.

Viggo pulls away briefly so he can completely pull the shirt over Orlando’s head which gives Orlando time to state. “Bed. Please.”

Viggo nods and leads him over to the king size frame. Orlando lays back and looks up at Viggo while his pants are quickly removed. Viggo tosses the jeans over his shoulder and begins to work on his own clothing.

Orlando leans up on his elbows to watch in awe as Viggo’s eyes never leave his body while unbuttoning his shirt.

Completely undressed, Viggo crawls onto Orlando and takes the younger man into his arms. Their bodies fuse together and Orlando lets out as small moan as Viggo’s sex rests against his.

“You are beautiful.” Viggo whispers into his neck.

“As are you.” Orlando breathes.

They begin a rocking motion together as hands and mouth explore relentlessly over one another.

Viggo breathes into Orli’s ear. “Mine?”

“Yes.” Orli pants. “Please…yes.”

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The glowing sun was streaming in through the window when Orlando finally opened his eyes. The warmth next to him reminded him where he was. The dull pain he felt in his lower region caused him to smile and remember the love he was given the night before.

He rolled over to see his lover sleeping soundly. Placing his arm over Viggo’s chest, he rested his head on his shoulder and took in the older man’s scent.

He smiled again and lifted his head to kiss Viggo on the cheek.

“Thank you. I love you.” He whispers into his ear.

Viggo’s eyes open partially as he looks sleepily at the younger man. He smiles before falling back into his slumber.

“Merry Christmas, my love.”