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vigorliA Life Known
Chapter 12/?
Title: Miscommunication
Beta: None, sorry all my mistakes are my computers fault.
Disclaimer: This is all fiction and not true, not one bit.
Warnings: None N-17
Miscommunication
Viggo awoke the next morning with the sun glaring through the opened shades that he had forgotten to close the night before. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock. He groaned, time to get up. He was use to getting up early to feed the horses on the ranch, but this was different.
Viggo sat up and felt his head swim a little, feeling the affects from the night before. He went in search of some aspirin and swallowed a couple and headed for the shower. He turned the water on hot and stepped inside to feel the hot spray hit his back, and he sighed in relief as the tension was swept down the drain. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the heat enveloping his body and thought back to the event of the previous night. He remembered the big blunder of not recognizing Orlando and the embarrassment of that, and then his mind floated on to the ride home, then to the two of them standing out on the deck and enjoying the steady flow of the waves of the ocean beating against the shore. He remembered listening to Orlando talking about the small things in life that he appreciated. He remembered the feel of a soft warm hand on his arm and swallowed hard at the sensation it brought to his already clouded brain.
It had been so long since he had felt the touch of someone. The warmth that they had provided. He thought about sienna eyes, and curly dark hair. How he wanted to run his hands through the mass of curls. He felt the stirrings of arousal and reached his hand down his taut abdomen to stroke himself. His cock was immediately hard as he fisted it slowly at first. The soap making the sliding of his hand along his ridged staff easier. He groaned at the sensation. His hand worked quickly as he imagined the sienna eyes closing and the dark lashes fluttering, and soft pink lips slightly parting, the pink tongue sneaking out to wet the succulent lips. Viggo groaned as his orgasm washed over him so quickly, falling back against the wet tiles. Shit, what was he doing? He hadn’t jerked himself off in…he didn’t know how long, especially to the image of Orlando, of someone with whom he just met. He shook his head quickly and soaped off the residue from his morning escapade.
He got out of the shower minutes later and toweled himself off and quickly dressed. Viggo sat on the bed and started to put on his shoes and caught a glimpse of the picture of his wife. He felt the stab of guilt soar through him of what he had just done in the shower. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He needed to get a grip on this before it got out of hand; he had to get that boy off his mind once and for all. He finished getting dressed and was about to call a cab when he heard a knock at the door. Viggo frowned and went to answer it only to come face to face with the image he just tried so desperately to put out of his mind.
“Hey Viggo, I thought I would give you a lift since you don’t have a car yet.” Orlando said with a smile bouncing on the steps.
Viggo nodded slowly, “Yeah, give me a minute okay?” he said as he went to get his jacket. He stood in the bedroom taking some deep breaths. He’s only here to give me a ride don’t forget that. Get your mind off those sienna eyes. He told himself. “Shit,” he murmured as he grabbed his jacket and headed back out to the front door.
Everything okay Viggo?” Orlando asked as he noted the strain on Viggos face.
“Yeah, just the time change and stuff, I’m sure it will go away eventually.”
“Kay then, lets go.”
They drove to the studio with Orlando talking non-stop about his time so far in New Zealand. Viggo listened to him, but tried not to look at his face to see those expressive eyes, he kept his own on the landscape the passed them by.
Orlando noticed the slightly odd behavior but thought he’d probably got jet lag going on still.
They made their way to the makeup trailer once they had arrived, and talked about casual things, about the movie. Sean was there already and was reading his script. Viggo watched Orlando in the make up mirror as they slowly transformed him into Aragorn and Orlando into Legolas. He was amazed to watch the transformation from young man to graceful elf. Orlando got up after his makeup and hair were done and left the room to put his tunic and leggings on.
“He always does that,” commented Sean quietly after a moment. “Won’t change in front of us. I find it rather odd. Don’t you Viggo?”
Viggo just nodded his head and waited for his wig to be done, he didn’t even want to think why.
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It wasn’t long until they were out and listening to Peter describe what they were going to be doing that day.
Viggo listened as Peter talked, but his gaze keep on landing on the elf no matter how hard he tried not to. He would notice Orlando shift his eyes towards him and then he would look away quickly hoping he wouldn’t get caught. He couldn’t wait for the day to end. But it seemed to drag on.
When they were finally done and back in make up he was exhausted by all the work he had done at the weathertop scene. He was also exhausted from watching Orlando or rather from not trying to watch Orlando. His arm was tired from wielding his sword all day and he just wanted to go home and rest.
“Are you going to go drinking with us again Viggo?” Orlando asked as they headed out the door.
“Nah, I think I had better pass tonight, I’m really beat and my arm is killing me.”
“Oh,” Orlando said softly disappointment evident in his voice. “Do you need any pain meds or anything? I’ve got lots,” he asked.
“I think I’ll just take a hot shower and let the heat fix it up.”
“I see you finally got a car.”
“Yeah, Peter had it brought over today.” He replied as he got into the car. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Thanks for the offer of pain medication though.” He added
“Sure mate, anytime, here’s my address in case you change your mind,” he said quickly writing it down and giving it to Viggo.
“Thanks, but I think I’ll be okay. See you later.”
“Orli!” called out Elijah as Orlando was getting ready to close his door. “Wait up man,”
Orlando sat there and waited till Elijah made it to the car. Watching as Viggo drove away.
“Well, how are you and Viggo getting along?”
“I’m not sure? Things were good last night but I stopped by to pick him up today and he seemed on edge, nervous or something.”
“Did you hit on him?” Elijah asked.
“No! Course not. We just talked.”
“Hmmm, go figure, you coming out to drink with us?” he asked.
“Nah, I think I’m going to call it a night.”
“You okay Orli?” he asked concerned. “It’s not because of Viggo is it?”
“Nah,” Just tired, over did it with my knives today.”
“Okay, well if you change your mind…you know where to go!” He said as he went to get in his car.
“Thanks Lij,” he said as he closed the door. He sat for a moment and wondered if he had said something to upset Viggo. He hadn’t thought he had. The only thing he did that would come close to anything was when he put his hand on his arm. Shit he thought maybe that was it! He slowly made his way home, slowing as he drove by Viggos. The car was in the drive but it was all Orlando could do to keep going.
When he got home, he closed the door behind him and headed to the shower he had worked up a sweat that day and felt one was needed, badly. He undressed slowly looking into the mirror at his chest. He ran his finger over the scar. It had faded but it was still there. Anyone with a brain would know what it was from. He blinked back the tears that formed in his eyes. But wiped them away quickly with his hand and started the shower.
As he got in, he felt the heat wash over his body and slowly it relaxed him.
Thoughts of Viggo floated through his mind though as he let the water run down his neck. He tilted his head to the side and closed his eyes. Blue eyes stared back at him, and slowly the eyes grew closer till they were inches from Orlando’s. He felt a hand come up and brush his cheek in a gentle way, he sighed softly as the fingers brushed over his lips, tracing every curve. He felt the brush of warm breath float across them and then the soft brush of lips against lips. He gasped at the feeling and parted his lips inviting the delicious tongue into his awaiting mouth. Hardly a second passed and he was immersed in one of the most intoxicating kisses of his life. His hands reached up and grabbed the head and forced it closer to him.
The mouth suddenly pulled away from him and his eyes fluttered back open and stared at the blank wall of tile. Orlando blinked for several seconds wondering what just happened. He reached his hand up slowly and felt his lips. God, he was fantasizing about Viggo, how lame was that? It had felt like he was right there. He looked down and was dismayed to find that he was aroused once again. He stood there for a moment willing his erection to go away. But it apparently didn’t want to. Frustrated he reached down and took his member in his hand and stroked it steadily rubbing over the swollen head. He put one hand against the wall to steady himself. He closed his eyes once more with a picture of blue eyes standing next to him in the dark, with the stars bright above him and the waves of the surf pounding like his heart. He groaned as he felt his orgasm coming and squeezed his eyes closed hard and sprayed his essence against the shower wall. He gasped heavily for minutes after that, waiting till his heart rate was back down to normal. He cleaned himself off quickly and stepped out of the shower grabbing the towel and rubbing his skin roughly. God, he had to stop thinking of Viggo like this, it was a bad sign. A very bad sign. He walked to the bedroom, but before he could get there a knock came at his door.
“Just a minute!” he called out and scrambled to find some clothes. He quickly threw on a t-shirt and shorts and went to open the door. He was very shocked to find Viggo standing there.
“Hey!” he said quietly. “I didn’t expect to see you here” He said nervously running his hand through his wet hair.
Viggo smiled shyly, “I think I may need some of those pain meds after all.” He admitted. “Can I come in?” he asked.
“Oh, yeah sure,” Orlando said quickly and opened the door wider to let the blue eyed god in.
Viggo walked into the house and looked around. It was a lot like his but a tad bit cluttered. But what was he expecting, a clean freak from a kid? He followed Orlando to the kitchen watching as he searched through the cupboards.
The site of Orlando opening the door apparently fresh from the shower was a little overwhelming but he thought he has covered his surprise well enough.
“It’s here somewhere,” he said as he pulled out bottle after bottle of pills.
“You take all those?” Viggo asked perplexed by the amount of medication he was pulling out.
Orlando paused for a moment,.”Yeah…yeah I do,” he said softly. “Here they are,” he produced after a moment. He rammed all the others pills back in the cupboard and handed Viggo the bottle.
“These should help, the shower not help much? He asked.
“It helped a little, but not enough,” he smiled as he took the pill bottle.
“Here I’ll get you some juice to drink,” Orlando offered opening the fridge.
“Thanks,”
He took the offered juice and popped a couple into his mouth right away. “I think all the sword work wore me out,” he laughed. “I think I’m in pretty good shape talking care of my horses…but wielding a sword uses different muscles.”
Orlando laughed, “Yeah, the knifes get to me too, having to swing them around all day.”
Viggo nodded, “Yeah… I probably better go before these work and can’t drive back.”
Orlando spoke up quickly, “Come out of the deck for a bit and rest. I didn’t go out with the hobbits tonight so I could use some company for a bit, the pills aren’t that strong.”
Viggo hesitated for a moment. Not knowing what to do. He wanted to stay but his brain told him he needed to go. He looked into the sienna eyes and his brain lost. “Sure, I’ll stay, but just a bit.”
“Good,” Orlando smiled. Come on; let’s enjoy the sound of the surf.
They walked out to the deck and sat in the lounge chairs. Viggo set his juice down on the nearby table, and leaned back and let out a deep sigh, and closed his eyes.
Orlando’s eyes drifted to the older man as he heard the intoxicating sigh. He swallowed the lump in his throat. You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, it just feels so good to rest here. My shoulders a little sore too along with the arm.” He said as he moved his shoulder around.
“I could rub it for you?” Orlando offered.
“”That’s okay, thanks though,” Viggo replied quickly.
Orlando nodded. He supposed it was best that he didn’t, given the situation.
Viggo shifted in his lounger.”Shit!” hr murmured quietly. A slight grimace coming over his face.
Orlando immediately set up, “Are you sure your okay Viggo? You don’t sound good.”
Viggo shifted his arm again. “Pills haven’t started to work yet.”
“Come on Viggo, come inside let me look at it,” he insisted.
“Really, it’s okay,” He murmured holding back the urge to cuss more.
“Viggo, come on, I insist,” Orlando persisted.
“Alright, give me a moment,” he replied shortly after giving up at turning the young man down.
Orlando held out his hand and took a hold of Viggos good side and helped him stand. He took him back into the house slowly so not to cause any further jars to the sensitive area.
“Come, sit on the couch,” he motioned as he threw stuff on the floor.
Viggo sat down slowly and bit his lips as his arm pained him again.
“I’ll get some lotion so the rubbing will be easier.” He stated as he left the room and took off towards the bathroom.
Viggo groaned…lotion..rubbing…that’s all he needed by those slender hands. He let his head fall back on the couch and closed his eyes, but no sooner had he done that, he then felt the couch sink next to him as Orlando set down.
“It will probably hurt to remove you shirt, so I’ll just slide my hand up the back 'kay?”
Viggo turned a little to the side so Orlando could get at his back easier. He heard the bottle open and the sound of lotion being squeezed out. He swallowed hard and willed little Viggo to behave.
“I’ll try to warm it so it doesn’t shock you,” he said softly.
Viggo took a deep breath and prepared himself for the inevitable. And it came, just as he thought it would, when he felt Orlando’s hand slid up his back. The lotion was warm and he was grateful for that. But the erotic sensations he was feeling were just a little much as Orlando’s hand was warm and firm as he gently massaged his shoulder.
“Relax Viggo,” he murmured softly in his ear, the warm breath of the boy overwhelming him.
“I’ll try,” he answered. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on anything, but Orlando. It had been a while since a man had aroused him the way Orlando did. It was way before he met and married Christine. But when he married her, he put all those thoughts away…buried deep, he loved his wife with all his heart and felt it wasn’t right to have images of men, when he was with her. It made him feel as if he was cheating on her.
But Orlando had reawakened those feelings he thought were long gone. “God that feels good,” he moaned without thinking.
Orlando smiled. Yes, it did feel good. To him, he had longed to get his hands on this man since he saw that damn movie. Even if it was just massaging his back. He thought of his hand sinking lower and reaching for Viggos cock that he had dreamed of since watching that movie.
He still wasn’t sure if Viggo was gay or bi, but he had a feeling. The way the man just looked at him. Or rather he thought, tried not to look at him. He had caught him staring at him all day and it was driving him crazy with want and desire. He leaned in closer to smell the man and he felt intoxicated when he did.
Viggo heard the sudden intake of air and was brought back to the present as his cock stiffened in response. He felt how close Orlando was behind him and it made him even harder.
Orlando leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on his shoulder.
“Orlando? What…?”
“I kissed it to make it better Vig,” he said softly. My mum always kissed us to make us feel better. Does it?” he asked shyly as he kissed the shoulder again so softly.
Oh god, yes it did, thought Viggos cock. “I…I..” he stuttered not knowing what to say. His head felt foggy from the pain medication and from the nearness of Orlando’s body.
“I gotta go…” he said suddenly, standing and heading to the door, his shoulder once again paining him, but his urgency to go was overriding any pain he felt.
Orlando cussed at himself for being so stupid, “Stupid fucking git” he murmured. “Viggo wait!” he called as he watched Viggo opening the door to leave. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to….” He started to say.
Viggo turned to him and gave a shaky smile. “I think you did Orlando. But…I’m not ready for….this. I’m sorry.” He said and shut the door behind him.
Orlando fell back on the couch and grabbed the nearby pillow and threw it across the room. “Shit, shit, shit!” he yelled out. “Why don’t I ever learn?”
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Tbc
Chapter 12/?
Title: Miscommunication
Beta: None, sorry all my mistakes are my computers fault.
Disclaimer: This is all fiction and not true, not one bit.
Warnings: None N-17
Miscommunication
Viggo awoke the next morning with the sun glaring through the opened shades that he had forgotten to close the night before. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock. He groaned, time to get up. He was use to getting up early to feed the horses on the ranch, but this was different.
Viggo sat up and felt his head swim a little, feeling the affects from the night before. He went in search of some aspirin and swallowed a couple and headed for the shower. He turned the water on hot and stepped inside to feel the hot spray hit his back, and he sighed in relief as the tension was swept down the drain. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the heat enveloping his body and thought back to the event of the previous night. He remembered the big blunder of not recognizing Orlando and the embarrassment of that, and then his mind floated on to the ride home, then to the two of them standing out on the deck and enjoying the steady flow of the waves of the ocean beating against the shore. He remembered listening to Orlando talking about the small things in life that he appreciated. He remembered the feel of a soft warm hand on his arm and swallowed hard at the sensation it brought to his already clouded brain.
It had been so long since he had felt the touch of someone. The warmth that they had provided. He thought about sienna eyes, and curly dark hair. How he wanted to run his hands through the mass of curls. He felt the stirrings of arousal and reached his hand down his taut abdomen to stroke himself. His cock was immediately hard as he fisted it slowly at first. The soap making the sliding of his hand along his ridged staff easier. He groaned at the sensation. His hand worked quickly as he imagined the sienna eyes closing and the dark lashes fluttering, and soft pink lips slightly parting, the pink tongue sneaking out to wet the succulent lips. Viggo groaned as his orgasm washed over him so quickly, falling back against the wet tiles. Shit, what was he doing? He hadn’t jerked himself off in…he didn’t know how long, especially to the image of Orlando, of someone with whom he just met. He shook his head quickly and soaped off the residue from his morning escapade.
He got out of the shower minutes later and toweled himself off and quickly dressed. Viggo sat on the bed and started to put on his shoes and caught a glimpse of the picture of his wife. He felt the stab of guilt soar through him of what he had just done in the shower. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He needed to get a grip on this before it got out of hand; he had to get that boy off his mind once and for all. He finished getting dressed and was about to call a cab when he heard a knock at the door. Viggo frowned and went to answer it only to come face to face with the image he just tried so desperately to put out of his mind.
“Hey Viggo, I thought I would give you a lift since you don’t have a car yet.” Orlando said with a smile bouncing on the steps.
Viggo nodded slowly, “Yeah, give me a minute okay?” he said as he went to get his jacket. He stood in the bedroom taking some deep breaths. He’s only here to give me a ride don’t forget that. Get your mind off those sienna eyes. He told himself. “Shit,” he murmured as he grabbed his jacket and headed back out to the front door.
Everything okay Viggo?” Orlando asked as he noted the strain on Viggos face.
“Yeah, just the time change and stuff, I’m sure it will go away eventually.”
“Kay then, lets go.”
They drove to the studio with Orlando talking non-stop about his time so far in New Zealand. Viggo listened to him, but tried not to look at his face to see those expressive eyes, he kept his own on the landscape the passed them by.
Orlando noticed the slightly odd behavior but thought he’d probably got jet lag going on still.
They made their way to the makeup trailer once they had arrived, and talked about casual things, about the movie. Sean was there already and was reading his script. Viggo watched Orlando in the make up mirror as they slowly transformed him into Aragorn and Orlando into Legolas. He was amazed to watch the transformation from young man to graceful elf. Orlando got up after his makeup and hair were done and left the room to put his tunic and leggings on.
“He always does that,” commented Sean quietly after a moment. “Won’t change in front of us. I find it rather odd. Don’t you Viggo?”
Viggo just nodded his head and waited for his wig to be done, he didn’t even want to think why.
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It wasn’t long until they were out and listening to Peter describe what they were going to be doing that day.
Viggo listened as Peter talked, but his gaze keep on landing on the elf no matter how hard he tried not to. He would notice Orlando shift his eyes towards him and then he would look away quickly hoping he wouldn’t get caught. He couldn’t wait for the day to end. But it seemed to drag on.
When they were finally done and back in make up he was exhausted by all the work he had done at the weathertop scene. He was also exhausted from watching Orlando or rather from not trying to watch Orlando. His arm was tired from wielding his sword all day and he just wanted to go home and rest.
“Are you going to go drinking with us again Viggo?” Orlando asked as they headed out the door.
“Nah, I think I had better pass tonight, I’m really beat and my arm is killing me.”
“Oh,” Orlando said softly disappointment evident in his voice. “Do you need any pain meds or anything? I’ve got lots,” he asked.
“I think I’ll just take a hot shower and let the heat fix it up.”
“I see you finally got a car.”
“Yeah, Peter had it brought over today.” He replied as he got into the car. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Thanks for the offer of pain medication though.” He added
“Sure mate, anytime, here’s my address in case you change your mind,” he said quickly writing it down and giving it to Viggo.
“Thanks, but I think I’ll be okay. See you later.”
“Orli!” called out Elijah as Orlando was getting ready to close his door. “Wait up man,”
Orlando sat there and waited till Elijah made it to the car. Watching as Viggo drove away.
“Well, how are you and Viggo getting along?”
“I’m not sure? Things were good last night but I stopped by to pick him up today and he seemed on edge, nervous or something.”
“Did you hit on him?” Elijah asked.
“No! Course not. We just talked.”
“Hmmm, go figure, you coming out to drink with us?” he asked.
“Nah, I think I’m going to call it a night.”
“You okay Orli?” he asked concerned. “It’s not because of Viggo is it?”
“Nah,” Just tired, over did it with my knives today.”
“Okay, well if you change your mind…you know where to go!” He said as he went to get in his car.
“Thanks Lij,” he said as he closed the door. He sat for a moment and wondered if he had said something to upset Viggo. He hadn’t thought he had. The only thing he did that would come close to anything was when he put his hand on his arm. Shit he thought maybe that was it! He slowly made his way home, slowing as he drove by Viggos. The car was in the drive but it was all Orlando could do to keep going.
When he got home, he closed the door behind him and headed to the shower he had worked up a sweat that day and felt one was needed, badly. He undressed slowly looking into the mirror at his chest. He ran his finger over the scar. It had faded but it was still there. Anyone with a brain would know what it was from. He blinked back the tears that formed in his eyes. But wiped them away quickly with his hand and started the shower.
As he got in, he felt the heat wash over his body and slowly it relaxed him.
Thoughts of Viggo floated through his mind though as he let the water run down his neck. He tilted his head to the side and closed his eyes. Blue eyes stared back at him, and slowly the eyes grew closer till they were inches from Orlando’s. He felt a hand come up and brush his cheek in a gentle way, he sighed softly as the fingers brushed over his lips, tracing every curve. He felt the brush of warm breath float across them and then the soft brush of lips against lips. He gasped at the feeling and parted his lips inviting the delicious tongue into his awaiting mouth. Hardly a second passed and he was immersed in one of the most intoxicating kisses of his life. His hands reached up and grabbed the head and forced it closer to him.
The mouth suddenly pulled away from him and his eyes fluttered back open and stared at the blank wall of tile. Orlando blinked for several seconds wondering what just happened. He reached his hand up slowly and felt his lips. God, he was fantasizing about Viggo, how lame was that? It had felt like he was right there. He looked down and was dismayed to find that he was aroused once again. He stood there for a moment willing his erection to go away. But it apparently didn’t want to. Frustrated he reached down and took his member in his hand and stroked it steadily rubbing over the swollen head. He put one hand against the wall to steady himself. He closed his eyes once more with a picture of blue eyes standing next to him in the dark, with the stars bright above him and the waves of the surf pounding like his heart. He groaned as he felt his orgasm coming and squeezed his eyes closed hard and sprayed his essence against the shower wall. He gasped heavily for minutes after that, waiting till his heart rate was back down to normal. He cleaned himself off quickly and stepped out of the shower grabbing the towel and rubbing his skin roughly. God, he had to stop thinking of Viggo like this, it was a bad sign. A very bad sign. He walked to the bedroom, but before he could get there a knock came at his door.
“Just a minute!” he called out and scrambled to find some clothes. He quickly threw on a t-shirt and shorts and went to open the door. He was very shocked to find Viggo standing there.
“Hey!” he said quietly. “I didn’t expect to see you here” He said nervously running his hand through his wet hair.
Viggo smiled shyly, “I think I may need some of those pain meds after all.” He admitted. “Can I come in?” he asked.
“Oh, yeah sure,” Orlando said quickly and opened the door wider to let the blue eyed god in.
Viggo walked into the house and looked around. It was a lot like his but a tad bit cluttered. But what was he expecting, a clean freak from a kid? He followed Orlando to the kitchen watching as he searched through the cupboards.
The site of Orlando opening the door apparently fresh from the shower was a little overwhelming but he thought he has covered his surprise well enough.
“It’s here somewhere,” he said as he pulled out bottle after bottle of pills.
“You take all those?” Viggo asked perplexed by the amount of medication he was pulling out.
Orlando paused for a moment,.”Yeah…yeah I do,” he said softly. “Here they are,” he produced after a moment. He rammed all the others pills back in the cupboard and handed Viggo the bottle.
“These should help, the shower not help much? He asked.
“It helped a little, but not enough,” he smiled as he took the pill bottle.
“Here I’ll get you some juice to drink,” Orlando offered opening the fridge.
“Thanks,”
He took the offered juice and popped a couple into his mouth right away. “I think all the sword work wore me out,” he laughed. “I think I’m in pretty good shape talking care of my horses…but wielding a sword uses different muscles.”
Orlando laughed, “Yeah, the knifes get to me too, having to swing them around all day.”
Viggo nodded, “Yeah… I probably better go before these work and can’t drive back.”
Orlando spoke up quickly, “Come out of the deck for a bit and rest. I didn’t go out with the hobbits tonight so I could use some company for a bit, the pills aren’t that strong.”
Viggo hesitated for a moment. Not knowing what to do. He wanted to stay but his brain told him he needed to go. He looked into the sienna eyes and his brain lost. “Sure, I’ll stay, but just a bit.”
“Good,” Orlando smiled. Come on; let’s enjoy the sound of the surf.
They walked out to the deck and sat in the lounge chairs. Viggo set his juice down on the nearby table, and leaned back and let out a deep sigh, and closed his eyes.
Orlando’s eyes drifted to the older man as he heard the intoxicating sigh. He swallowed the lump in his throat. You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, it just feels so good to rest here. My shoulders a little sore too along with the arm.” He said as he moved his shoulder around.
“I could rub it for you?” Orlando offered.
“”That’s okay, thanks though,” Viggo replied quickly.
Orlando nodded. He supposed it was best that he didn’t, given the situation.
Viggo shifted in his lounger.”Shit!” hr murmured quietly. A slight grimace coming over his face.
Orlando immediately set up, “Are you sure your okay Viggo? You don’t sound good.”
Viggo shifted his arm again. “Pills haven’t started to work yet.”
“Come on Viggo, come inside let me look at it,” he insisted.
“Really, it’s okay,” He murmured holding back the urge to cuss more.
“Viggo, come on, I insist,” Orlando persisted.
“Alright, give me a moment,” he replied shortly after giving up at turning the young man down.
Orlando held out his hand and took a hold of Viggos good side and helped him stand. He took him back into the house slowly so not to cause any further jars to the sensitive area.
“Come, sit on the couch,” he motioned as he threw stuff on the floor.
Viggo sat down slowly and bit his lips as his arm pained him again.
“I’ll get some lotion so the rubbing will be easier.” He stated as he left the room and took off towards the bathroom.
Viggo groaned…lotion..rubbing…that’s all he needed by those slender hands. He let his head fall back on the couch and closed his eyes, but no sooner had he done that, he then felt the couch sink next to him as Orlando set down.
“It will probably hurt to remove you shirt, so I’ll just slide my hand up the back 'kay?”
Viggo turned a little to the side so Orlando could get at his back easier. He heard the bottle open and the sound of lotion being squeezed out. He swallowed hard and willed little Viggo to behave.
“I’ll try to warm it so it doesn’t shock you,” he said softly.
Viggo took a deep breath and prepared himself for the inevitable. And it came, just as he thought it would, when he felt Orlando’s hand slid up his back. The lotion was warm and he was grateful for that. But the erotic sensations he was feeling were just a little much as Orlando’s hand was warm and firm as he gently massaged his shoulder.
“Relax Viggo,” he murmured softly in his ear, the warm breath of the boy overwhelming him.
“I’ll try,” he answered. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on anything, but Orlando. It had been a while since a man had aroused him the way Orlando did. It was way before he met and married Christine. But when he married her, he put all those thoughts away…buried deep, he loved his wife with all his heart and felt it wasn’t right to have images of men, when he was with her. It made him feel as if he was cheating on her.
But Orlando had reawakened those feelings he thought were long gone. “God that feels good,” he moaned without thinking.
Orlando smiled. Yes, it did feel good. To him, he had longed to get his hands on this man since he saw that damn movie. Even if it was just massaging his back. He thought of his hand sinking lower and reaching for Viggos cock that he had dreamed of since watching that movie.
He still wasn’t sure if Viggo was gay or bi, but he had a feeling. The way the man just looked at him. Or rather he thought, tried not to look at him. He had caught him staring at him all day and it was driving him crazy with want and desire. He leaned in closer to smell the man and he felt intoxicated when he did.
Viggo heard the sudden intake of air and was brought back to the present as his cock stiffened in response. He felt how close Orlando was behind him and it made him even harder.
Orlando leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on his shoulder.
“Orlando? What…?”
“I kissed it to make it better Vig,” he said softly. My mum always kissed us to make us feel better. Does it?” he asked shyly as he kissed the shoulder again so softly.
Oh god, yes it did, thought Viggos cock. “I…I..” he stuttered not knowing what to say. His head felt foggy from the pain medication and from the nearness of Orlando’s body.
“I gotta go…” he said suddenly, standing and heading to the door, his shoulder once again paining him, but his urgency to go was overriding any pain he felt.
Orlando cussed at himself for being so stupid, “Stupid fucking git” he murmured. “Viggo wait!” he called as he watched Viggo opening the door to leave. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to….” He started to say.
Viggo turned to him and gave a shaky smile. “I think you did Orlando. But…I’m not ready for….this. I’m sorry.” He said and shut the door behind him.
Orlando fell back on the couch and grabbed the nearby pillow and threw it across the room. “Shit, shit, shit!” he yelled out. “Why don’t I ever learn?”
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Date: 2006-06-27 07:29 am (UTC)It's so fascinating watching them edge a bit closer to each other and then edge away again!
Be strong, Viggo!!
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