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vigorliA Life Known
Chapter 15/?
Title: Banged Up & Realizations
Rated: N-17
Beta: None sorry please forgive all my blunders!
Warnings: Angst, sex kind of!
Disclaimer: This is all false and untrue and fabricated.
Banged Up & Realizations
Orlando had returned to work the next day to the surprise of the cast and crew. Peter was concerned about his injury, but Orlando had told him he could just do minor things, nothing with a lot of movement Peter had laughed and told him he might as well stayed home in bed.
Orlando sat quietly and watched as Viggo and Sean did Boromir’s death scene. They had shot all of Beanie’s angles before lunch, so Orlando didn’t have much time to talk to either one of them. But that changed once lunch came about.
Orlando had sat himself down to eat his lunch and Beanie came over and sat bedside him, with a big sigh.
They sat in silence for a moment as each man wondered what to say to the other; Sean broke the silence first.
“How are you feeling today?” he asked, to start the conversation easily and with no tension.
“Better, better then yesterday,” he answered. “My ribs hurt still quiet a bit.”
Beanie nodded in understanding. “I heard that you had quiet the tumble yesterday.”
Orlando licked his lips, “Yeah, I was..I was really hurting Beanie.”he said looking down at his food.
Sean looked out into the distance wondering how to put his question into words.
“I talked to Viggo,” he finally said. “He was rather upset after it happened.”
Orlando bowed his head in shame as the words came out. “Shit,” he whispered softly.
“Orli? What happened mate? I thought everything was cool with you and him after our talk?” he asked now looking at the young man for answers.
Orlando looked at his food again as he wondered how to respond. “I wasn’t thinking, Sean. I said some things I shouldn’t have said, I’m going to apologize to him though.”
Sean rubbed his hand over his chin thinking. “It’s something more Orlando. I wish you would confide in me.”
Orlando tapped his fork on the table while thinking of his response. “Sean, I wish I could tell you…I wish I could tell Viggo…but it’s something very personal and I’m really not ready for it.”
“Okay then,” he nodded his head. “When your ready, I’ll be waiting and so will Viggo.”
Sean got up to leave and Orli quickly placed his hand on Seams arm. “Sean don’t be mad. Please, I need you to understand.”
Sean smiled kindly down at Orlando, “I’m not mad Orli, I just wish you could confide in me so I could help you.”
Orlando nodded his head again, “I know and I appreciate it. Are we okay then?” he asked looking hopeful.
Sean tugged on one of his braids. “Yeah…we are.” And turned and walked to another table where the older set were sitting.
Orlando let out a breath of air that he had been holding and grimaced with the pain.
Elijah meanwhile had been watching the interaction between the two and came over and sat by Orlando after he left. “What did Sean want?” he asked already knowing the answering but asking anyway.
Orlando let out a deep sigh, “He just wanted to know what the hell was going on and what the hell I thought I was doing?”
Elijah nodded in understanding. “Did you tell him?”
“No, I told him it was personal and that I wished I could. I told him I was going to apolagize to Viggo later.”
“That’s good,” he answered as he fiddled with the ring around his neck.
Hey Lij?” Orlando asked after a moment.
“Yeah?”
“Can I borrow that ring of yours for a bit so I can disappear for a while?”
Elijah laughed, “Sure Orli here,” he said as he took the ring off around his neck and put it around Orlando neck.
“Anytime you want to disappear just put it on your finger and you’ll be gone.” He laughed.
Orlando started laughing with him until his side started to hurt and told him to stop making him laugh.
By the end of the lunch break Orlando was feeling better and everyone went back to filming. Orlando sat there watching Viggo leaning over Sean again. His eyes intent on watching the exchange that was so intense. He imagined Viggo leaning over him and whispering dirty words to him. Words about what he was going to do to him. Orlando groaned and shook himself out of those kinds of thoughts. He watched as Viggo leaned down and kissed Boromir on the forehead and swallowed the lump in his throat. Wishing now he was Boromir even though Boromir got killed. At least he got Aragorn to kiss him.
“Cut,” shouted Peter, “Check the gate, alright well done Viggo, Sean. That was wonderful, I couldn’t have asked for a better death scene.”
Once they got the go ahead they headed back to make-up to get all the blood and gore removed from there bodies. Orlando hurried up and caught up to Viggo.
“Vig, wait,” he called out as he sort of limped ran to catch him.
Viggo turned at the call of his name. “Hey Orlando,” he said quietly. “I was just going to get this gore taken off me.”
“I know, but this will only take a minute okay? Please?” he asked.
Viggo looked over to Sean who has stopped with him. Sean nodded his head and headed on without Viggo. “Lets sit down Orlando, you don’t look to stable there.”
They walked over to one of the rocks that were there. Orlando sat down carefully trying not to jar anything.
Viggo watched as he saw how slow Orlando moved and felt bad for him. He knew he was in a lot of pain. “Have you been taking any pain pills for that?”
“Not today,” he answered. “I was going to work today, but that didn’t happen, but these pills do make me kind of loopy.”
“I’m sure they do,” he replied remembering how he felt after taking some the other night.
“Viggo….I just want to just say how sorry I am about yesterday.” He said quietly looking down and then at Viggo. “I didn’t mean to say what I did. It was just kind of a shock and the pain was…you know.”
“I know you were in pain Orlando, that why I was trying to help.” He replied.
“I know Vig,” he said quickly. “And I appreciate it, I just over reacted to the situation and I’m sorry, really.”
Viggo sat and thought for a moment. “Apology accepted,” he answered, not pressing him for more.
“You sure?” he asked nervously. “I mean…I was, I wasn’t myself Vig. I’m not usually like that.”
“I know Orlando, its alright, if that’s all it was?’
“Yeah, that’s all, I mean, I guess I was in shock.” He replied scratching at his wig.
“Okay then, well…I had better go get this gore off me before it sticks.” He said standing up.
Orlando stood up also and smiled, “Still friends?” he asked shyly.
Viggo snorted,”Yeah Orli, still friends.” He held out his hand.
Orlando looked down and was about to shake it and grimaced. “You’re kind of dirty, human.” he said looking back up into his blue eyes.
“What? You think you’re to good to shake a dirty old rangers hand?” he asked smirking now.
“Well, we elves have a reputation to uphold you know, we have a thing about being clean.”
Viggo laughed, “You’re all prissy elves, the whole lot of ya.”
Orlando laughed,” Whatever Viggo, but us prissy elves are going to live forever.”
“I think you’re all germaphobes.” He said laughing.
“Oh funny,” Orlando replied back. “Here then, I’ll, shake your grimy hand.” He said as he held his slender clean hand out.
Viggo gazed down at the hand offered out to him. He looked up into Orlando eyes and saw the happiness in them.
Viggo reached his hand out towards Orlando and they meet. Viggo wrapped his hand around Orlando’s and Orlando in turn wrapped his fingers around Viggo’s. They each stood there shaking the others hand for several minutes. Each mind registering the warm connection they felt. They didn’t want to let go. Finally Viggo pulled his hand away smiling. “I guess I had better go get cleaned up, and I guess you had better go wash that pretty hand of yours.”
Orlando laughed.”Yeah, make-up will kill me if I got this stuff on the hair.”
“Come on, I’ll walk back with you okay?” Viggo offered. He got a warm smile in return and each headed back to the trailer to get cleaned up.
The next few days went by pretty smoothly. Orlando and Viggo were getting along on set and off. All tension was gone from there previous encounters.
Viggo had gone out with the “Hobbits and Elf” and enjoyed his time spent in their company. Or rather, mostly Orlando’s company. He was growing fonder of the elf everyday, getting to know him better. He thought Orlando was truly amazing and a beautiful person, in both mind and body. He was even finally realizing that it was time; it was time to maybe move on to see if there was a relationship with this enticing young man. They had many things in common he discovered and of course many things not in common. But that didn’t matter. Not now.
Orlando was in heaven! He couldn’t have imagined things getting any better then the way things were turning out with him and Viggo. He was adamant about giving Viggo the time he needed to do what he had to, so that maybe, just maybe, they could have that relationship he had so much desired from the moment he laid eyes on him.
It was a week or so later when Viggo had broken his toe kicking a helmet in one of the scenes that day. He had hobbled on it for most of the day. But by the end, it was swollen and hurting really badly when he finally took off his boot.
“Fuck!” he cussed loudly as he pulled the boot off and threw it on the floor.
“Vig? You going to be okay?” Orlando asked after watching the man twisting in his chair cursing at his toes.
“Yes,” he hissed through gritted teeth. His toes had been taped together and they were very swollen and red and had dried blood on them.
“You kicked the hell out of that helmet Vig.” He replied trying to distract him.
Viggo snorted with laughter. “Yeah, but I think the helmet won this one.”
“Do you need a lift home?” Orlando asked as he stared at the toes wondering if he could shift with that foot.
“No, I’ll be okay. I’ll get home, take some pills and go to bed.” He grimaced again.
“You sure Vig, I don’t mind.”
“Yeah, I’m sure,” he said as he tried putting his shoe on. “Fuck, fuck,” he muttered as he tried to get it over his bandaged toe. He threw the shoe across the room. “I guess I’ll be going bare foot.” He growled as he slid out of the chair and hobbled over to the bathroom. He opened the door and went in and shut it behind him with a loud slam.
Orlando sat there chewing on his thumb. He wanted to take Viggo home. He wanted to take care of him. In some way to make up for how he had treated him after his rib ordeal. Well….that wasn’t the only reason. He wanted to be alone with him. He thought maybe Viggo was ready. They had been doing so well together. He had had many nights when he had awoken and found himself hard and alone, having to take care of the deed with his hand. He wanted someone else’s hand to take care of the problem. He wanted Viggo’s hand, Viggo’s mouth; any part of Viggo would do really nicely. He sat there pondering his options of what he could do, but was interrupted by loud cussing in the rest room.
“Vig you okay.” He asked getting up and going over to the door and listening.
The door opened abruptly and there stood Viggo with a scowl on his face, and a beat red one at that.
“Vig?”
“I ran into the toilet,” he growled. “With my broken toe!”
“Oh Vig, I am so sorry, come on let me help you sit down.” He grabbed Viggo arm as he limped over to the chair and sat roughly down. “Shit! he exclaimed again. “This just sucks!”
Orlando was torn between being concerned for Viggo and trying not to burst out laughing from the man’s normal calm façade.
“Come on Viggo, let me take you home, your in no condition to drive with your foot like that.”
He sighed, “I suppose your right. Let me get my stuff.” He stood back up and grabbed a few of his belongings. Cussing the whole time as he did, and throwing things around. Orlando walked behind him with a smile on his face as he watched Viggo walk on his heal. He helped Viggo get settled in his car and shut the door behind him. But Viggo protested when he had started to buckle his seatbelt and told him he wasn’t that far gone yet. Orlando snickered as he made his way around the car and got in, trying to stop himself from laughing. He wasn’t sure how well Viggo would take it if he did it in plain view.
“You ready filthy human?” he asked.
Viggo turned and glared at him. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” he asked with a scowl on his face.
Orlando turned his head to the outside window and smiled and chuckled to himself. “No Viggo, I’m not.” He said seriously as he turned back to face his friend.
Viggo narrowed his eyes at him and muttered under his breath something about prissy elves and their cracked ribs.
Orlando just started the car and headed towards Viggos place.
It didn’t take long to get there. But it was very fun for Orlando and no so much fun for Viggo, who felt every bump in the road and ended up holding his foot in his lap. But once there, Orlando went around and helped Viggo hobble out of the car and up the stairs to his door. Viggo leaned on Orlando as he fished in his pocket for his keys digging from one to the other. “Shit, I can’t find them.”
“Are they in your pants pockets?” he asked.
Viggo gave him another glowering look. “I looked there Orlando. My pockets only go so deep.”
“Let me look,” he offered, and reached over and started digging in his pockets. Viggo tensed as the first hand went in his left front pocket and felt Orlando’s hand moving around inside searching for the keys. He closed his eyes tightly and willed little Viggo to remain still. But he then felt the hand move out and search in the other pocket.
“Orlando!” he groaned as he felt the younger mans hand reaching further into his right pocket and come in contact with a rapidly hardening piece of man flesh.
Orlando flushed as he felt the soft bulge in Viggos jeans no longer being the soft bulge but something more substantial. “Here they are!” he said as he pulled them out. He put the key in the lock and turned the knob, and opened the door as Viggo hobbled in.
“Come on Viggo, sit on the couch,” he said, as he arranged the cushions.
Viggo sat on one end and Orlando elevated his foot on the other and placed a pillow under his foot. “Where are your pills Vig?” he asked once the man was settled down.
Viggo pursed his lips together. “There in my pocket.” He growled. “My jacket pocket.” He stared at Orlando and watched the younger man turn around and look for the pills.
“I’ll get you some water then,” he said quickly and made his way into the kitchen. His hand shook slightly as he filled the glass, still remembering the feel of Viggos hard cock against his fingers. He felt his own start to swell at the thought. He shifted his member firmly telling it too behave for a while, it wasn’t time yet. It only partly listened as Orlando walked back to the living room. He handed the glass and pills to Viggo. “Here, these will make you feel better,”he said as he watched the man down the pills.
Viggo grimaced as the pills started disolving in his mouth. He hated taking pills of any kind and only did if he really needed them. He took a bigger drink and gave the glass back to Orlando. “Thanks,” he said quietly.
“You’re welcome,” he answered as he walked back to the kitchen. “You want something to eat?” he called out.
“No, I’m just going to rest for a bit and let these pills start to work.” He laid his head back on the end of the couch and closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He grabbed one of the pillows and placed it over his crotch hoping Orlando wouldn’t see anything, but he assumed already that he had felt something when they were on the porch and Orlando’s hand was in his pocket.
As Orlando walked back into the living room, he sat down on the end of the couch, just by Viggo foot. “Do you want to watch some tele?” he asked.
“Hmmm?”
“Some tele. Do you want to watch some?” he repeated.
“Oh no, you know you can go Orlando, thanks for the ride.”
Orlando nodded his head. “Sure, you’re sure there’s nothing else I can get you?”
Viggo opened his eyes and looked down at the nervous man at the end of the couch.
He did look adorable when he was all nervous and fidgety. Viggo grinned after a moments thought. “How about you kiss it to make it better Orlando?” he asked.
Orlando shifted his eyes quickly to Viggo’s face. The look on it was absolutely Priceless.
“What?” he stammered. “You want me to…um…?”
Viggo laughed. “Orlando I was just kidding, geez, who would want to kiss my toes with them looking like that!”
“Well….um…I…” he kept stuttering.
Viggo felt sorry for the young man and decided to put them both out of the misery. “How about you kiss me somewhere else then, maybe it will still work. What do you think?”
Orlando smiled, “I think that would work out just great. Any idea where?” he asked his voice taking on a sultry tone.
Viggo cleared his throat. “How about my cheek, would that work?” he asked.
Orlando stood and moved up closer to where Viggo’s head was. “I think I could try that,” he whispered as he leaned over and kissed Viggos cheek.
Viggo closed his eyes again and felt the warm, soft lips press gently against his cheek. His felt hot all of a sudden. “Hmmm, I think it’s working all ready.” He responded.
“Maybe I should give you an extra kiss to make sure,” Orlando insisted as he leaned in for another kiss. But as he did, Viggo’s head moved and Orlando connected with the mans wonderful lips. He gasped at the sudden feel of those lips he had dreamed about. They were even better than his dreams. He pressed more into the kiss and moved his own slightly. He heard Viggo moan as he did. He felt warmth spread throughout his body, starting in his groin and spreading rapidly to his head, making him feel dizzy. He brought his hand up to cradle one cheek and parted his lips slightly. As he did, he felt Viggo’s tongue tickle his lips and he opened more and let the warm moist tongue glide into his mouth.
Viggo heart was beating rapidly as he slipped his tongue through those beautiful lips. He felt Orlando’s hot body next to his. He could feel the rapid beating of his heart as he leaned against his chest. They kissed for several minutes, each not wanting to part. But finally Viggo pulled away. He looked into the dark eyes as they searched his own blue ones. Trying to read what was there. “I want you,” he murmured softly. “I want you so bad it hurts.”
“I want you too Viggo,” he replied. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” He leaned in and kissed Viggo again, this time more deeply and more in control of the kiss as he thrust his tongue into Vigg’s mouth searching and exploring. Enjoying the thrill of dominating this gorgeous man.
Viggo reached down and pulled Orlando shirt out of his pants and ran his hand up the hot back, feeling every little piece of flesh he could. Orlando’s body was smooth as silk, and he twitched as he raked his fingers over his back.
Orlando pulled away as Viggo’s hand wandered up his back, not knowing what to do if he felt around to his front.
“What?” Viggo questioned as Orlando had pulled away.
“I want you to feel me Viggo.” He said shyly.
“I thought I was.” He responded with a lopsided grin.
“Not there Viggo, lower,” he whispered. “That’s what I want.” He said as he kissed him again.
Viggo smiled into the kiss, and kissed him back. “I think I can manage that,” he growled. “Lets go into my room where it’s more…comfortable.” He said.
Orlando smiled and stood up and held out his hand. He would let Viggo touch him there for now and maybe latter he would tell him about his chest, when he got the courage. “Come on then,” he whispered as he helped Viggo to stand. He swayed as he stood and put his arm around Orlando’s shoulder, and hobbled into the bedroom. Both were laughing as they made their way into the darkened room. But they found the bed with no problems with the light from the hallway helping. Orlando sat Viggo down on the bed and pulled at the mans shirt. Viggo grinned and lifted his arms up and the shirt came off easily. He laughed as Orlando threw it on the floor.
“Are you taking advantage of me?’ he asked. “In my drugged up condition?”
Orlando’s started unbuttoning his pants and pulled on the zipper. “You want me to stop?” he asked. Viggo lay back on the bed. “Hell no,” he groaned as he lifted his hips up to help.
Orlando pulled the jeans off the lean body and then pulled the boxers off also. He gasped to himself as he saw for the first time in real life, the size of the man’s cock. He swallowed hard and licked his lips with excitement. “You are so…wow!” he said for a lack of words. Viggo’s cock was fully erect and already dripping with excitement from having Orlando near him. Just knowing he was looking at him.
Viggo looked up off the bed and smiled, “You have got to many clothes on Orlando. I suggest you remove some.”
Orlando stood and pulled his jeans off and then he leaned down and pulled his boxers off, but still left his shirt on. Viggo watched him and was mesmerized by the sight of the young man. He thought he would be smaller, but he was in no way disappointed by what he saw. He was impressed with the size of the slender youth.
“Orlando,” he whispered as he stared. “Your beautiful, let me see your chest too, I want to see your nipples?” he asked.
Orlando hesitated, before answering. “In a bit Vig, lets take care of the important stuff right now,” he answered as he leaned over and scooted Viggo’s legs up on the bed. “Watch the toes,” Viggo moaned.
“I will, watch the ribs,” he answered in return.
“Oh yeah, I forgot about those sorry.”
“Yeah, the rib belts kind of rough, so that why I’m leaving the shirt on.” he said. He knew it was a half lie but not a total one. It would do for the time being.
They lay there on the bed gazing into each other’s eyes. “Touch me Viggo,” Orlando whispered finally. “Please, now!”
Viggo had no problem with that as he reached down between the two and found Orlando’s erect cock. It was wet and so very hot. Orlando moaned as Viggo’s hand came into contact with it. His hands were rough but in a good way. Orlando closed his eyes and breathed in deeply as the pace on his cock grew faster. He moaned and arched his hips of the bed. Moving in tandem with the thrust of Viggo’s hand. “God that feels…feels so good Viggo,” he moaned. “Harder,” he panted as he felt his body needing more. He felt like his heart was hammering so hard in his chest. He groaned again as he felt Viggo’s other hand slip down and grasp his balls and squeeze them lightly. “Oh shit….shit!” he cried out as his cock jerked suddenly and he shot his seed across his belly and over Viggos hand. “Oh fuck…” he murmured as his cock shot out more. He moaned, as he lay there is post-coital bliss. He body felt limp.
“God that was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen Orlando,” Viggo whispered close to his ear. “You were beautiful, baby.”
Orlando felt dazed at the overwhelming orgasm that just overtook him. He had never in his life felt something so intense and yet so calming at the same time. He turned his head and looked into those blue eyes. They looked back at him intently. “Viggo,” he whispered softly and raised his hand to stroke the other man face. His hands gliding gently across his firm features, feeling the different lines of his face. Viggo closed his eyes and sighed softly at the caress he felt. It almost felt familiar in some sense. “Orlando,” he murmured against the warm hand cradling his face. “I want you,” he said as he opened his eyes.” I want to be inside you.”
Orlando swallowed hard. He knew what Viggo wanted. He wanted it himself. But he had never let anyone go that far before. “I want it too Viggo,” he said nervously. “I…I’ve never gone that far before though,” he said shyly.
His face took on a soft tone as he smiled at the young man. “We’ll go slow baby, do you trust me?” he asked.
Orlando nodded his head and murmured a soft, yes.
Viggo reached over to the bedside table to open the drawer to retrieve the condom and lube. He fumbled for moment and then Orlando heard a loud crash and heard Viggo cuss.
“What happened?" he sat up quickly.
Viggo was fumbling for the light to see what he had done. It was blinding when it first came on. both men squinting their eyes in the bright light.
Viggo looked around until he spotted the picture on the floor. He knew what he had knocked over; he knew what had broken. He felt his heart clenching at the thought of why and how it happened. But there lay the picture of his wife, broken on the floor beside the bed. “Fuck,” he swore to himself getting up and sitting on the edge of the bed, running his hands through is hair.
Viggo?” Orlando asked behind him as he leaned over his shoulder to see what was going on. “What happened?” he asked confused by Viggo’s obvious distress.
Viggo leaned down and picked the picture off the floor and held it in his hands.
Orlando gasped as he saw the photo and instantly knew who it was. “Is that your wife?” he asked.
Viggo swallowed hard, his hand going over the broken glass. “It was,” he said sadly. “She died over a year ago.”
Orlando mouth went dry, he didn’t know what to say. “I’m…sorry Vig,’ he said sadly. “She was beautiful.”
Viggo nodded slowly. “Yes…yes she was,” he said. He laid the picture on the nightstand. “I’m going to get a broom and sweep up the glass before someone gets cut, I’ll be back.” he said as he rose off the bed and slipped on his boxers and leaving the room quickly.
Orlando nodded slowly as he realized the night had come to a complete stop, and wouldn’t be continuing. He watched as Viggo left the room he wanted to look at the picture closely. He debated for a minute and then slowly reached over and held the picture in his hand, looking at the beautiful face that was smiling back at him and his heart felt like it was breaking. He felt something on the back of the picture and his brows furrowed. He grasped at the paper that he found there and slowly removed it, looking up at the door to make sure Viggo was still gone. He felt anxious all of a sudden. He felt like he was doing something totally wrong, but he did it anyway, he felt drawn to it. He looked puzzled at the piece of paper he held onto. It looked familiar to him as his hand ghosted over the plain sheet of white paper. He opened it slowly and let out a gasping sob as he realized what it was. He felt his heart rate increase as it started hammering violently inside of his chest. His breaths became faster, as his mind processed what was going on, what this all meant. His eyes were wild with fright, looking around the room. He had….he had…her heart! That was the only explanation for why Viggo would have his letter. What was he to do? He couldn’t stay! He had to leave right away! Now! His head told him. Leave now before it’s to late!
He quickly folded up the paper, his hands trembling as he did, and slid out of the bed and threw his boxers and pants on sticking the letter in his pocket. He stuffed his socks in his other pocket and slipped his shoes on, hurrying as fast as he could. Looking up frequently to the door for Viggo. He let another sob escape his lips covering his mouth as he tried to calm down, tried to gain his composure back, the tears running swiftly down his cheeks. But it was useless. He quickly left the bedroom and headed for the front door as Viggo came around the corner.
“Orlando? Where are you going?” He asked as he noted the distressed look on his face and the tears flowing. “What’s wrong baby?” he asked.
“I…I gotta go Vig…I’m sorry, I gotta go,” he stammered quickly.
Viggo was confused for a minute, “Why?” he asked. “Did you change your mind about….you know, we don’t have to?” he asked not sure how to say it.
“No…I just…I need to leave,” he said quickly edging towards the door.
“Orlando,” Viggo quickly walked over to him. “What is it? Something’s bothering you, you’re upset, tell me, what is it, please,”he said worriedly as he grasped his arm.
“I can’t!” he cried out all of a sudden, “Just let me go Viggo, please, just let me go!”
Viggo stepped back. “Okay babe, calm down,” he tried to sooth him.
“I…I can’t I….bye Viggo….I’m sorry,” and he yanked the door open and slammed it shut behind him, leaving a bewildered Viggo in his wake.
TBC………….
Chapter 15/?
Title: Banged Up & Realizations
Rated: N-17
Beta: None sorry please forgive all my blunders!
Warnings: Angst, sex kind of!
Disclaimer: This is all false and untrue and fabricated.
Banged Up & Realizations
Orlando had returned to work the next day to the surprise of the cast and crew. Peter was concerned about his injury, but Orlando had told him he could just do minor things, nothing with a lot of movement Peter had laughed and told him he might as well stayed home in bed.
Orlando sat quietly and watched as Viggo and Sean did Boromir’s death scene. They had shot all of Beanie’s angles before lunch, so Orlando didn’t have much time to talk to either one of them. But that changed once lunch came about.
Orlando had sat himself down to eat his lunch and Beanie came over and sat bedside him, with a big sigh.
They sat in silence for a moment as each man wondered what to say to the other; Sean broke the silence first.
“How are you feeling today?” he asked, to start the conversation easily and with no tension.
“Better, better then yesterday,” he answered. “My ribs hurt still quiet a bit.”
Beanie nodded in understanding. “I heard that you had quiet the tumble yesterday.”
Orlando licked his lips, “Yeah, I was..I was really hurting Beanie.”he said looking down at his food.
Sean looked out into the distance wondering how to put his question into words.
“I talked to Viggo,” he finally said. “He was rather upset after it happened.”
Orlando bowed his head in shame as the words came out. “Shit,” he whispered softly.
“Orli? What happened mate? I thought everything was cool with you and him after our talk?” he asked now looking at the young man for answers.
Orlando looked at his food again as he wondered how to respond. “I wasn’t thinking, Sean. I said some things I shouldn’t have said, I’m going to apologize to him though.”
Sean rubbed his hand over his chin thinking. “It’s something more Orlando. I wish you would confide in me.”
Orlando tapped his fork on the table while thinking of his response. “Sean, I wish I could tell you…I wish I could tell Viggo…but it’s something very personal and I’m really not ready for it.”
“Okay then,” he nodded his head. “When your ready, I’ll be waiting and so will Viggo.”
Sean got up to leave and Orli quickly placed his hand on Seams arm. “Sean don’t be mad. Please, I need you to understand.”
Sean smiled kindly down at Orlando, “I’m not mad Orli, I just wish you could confide in me so I could help you.”
Orlando nodded his head again, “I know and I appreciate it. Are we okay then?” he asked looking hopeful.
Sean tugged on one of his braids. “Yeah…we are.” And turned and walked to another table where the older set were sitting.
Orlando let out a breath of air that he had been holding and grimaced with the pain.
Elijah meanwhile had been watching the interaction between the two and came over and sat by Orlando after he left. “What did Sean want?” he asked already knowing the answering but asking anyway.
Orlando let out a deep sigh, “He just wanted to know what the hell was going on and what the hell I thought I was doing?”
Elijah nodded in understanding. “Did you tell him?”
“No, I told him it was personal and that I wished I could. I told him I was going to apolagize to Viggo later.”
“That’s good,” he answered as he fiddled with the ring around his neck.
Hey Lij?” Orlando asked after a moment.
“Yeah?”
“Can I borrow that ring of yours for a bit so I can disappear for a while?”
Elijah laughed, “Sure Orli here,” he said as he took the ring off around his neck and put it around Orlando neck.
“Anytime you want to disappear just put it on your finger and you’ll be gone.” He laughed.
Orlando started laughing with him until his side started to hurt and told him to stop making him laugh.
By the end of the lunch break Orlando was feeling better and everyone went back to filming. Orlando sat there watching Viggo leaning over Sean again. His eyes intent on watching the exchange that was so intense. He imagined Viggo leaning over him and whispering dirty words to him. Words about what he was going to do to him. Orlando groaned and shook himself out of those kinds of thoughts. He watched as Viggo leaned down and kissed Boromir on the forehead and swallowed the lump in his throat. Wishing now he was Boromir even though Boromir got killed. At least he got Aragorn to kiss him.
“Cut,” shouted Peter, “Check the gate, alright well done Viggo, Sean. That was wonderful, I couldn’t have asked for a better death scene.”
Once they got the go ahead they headed back to make-up to get all the blood and gore removed from there bodies. Orlando hurried up and caught up to Viggo.
“Vig, wait,” he called out as he sort of limped ran to catch him.
Viggo turned at the call of his name. “Hey Orlando,” he said quietly. “I was just going to get this gore taken off me.”
“I know, but this will only take a minute okay? Please?” he asked.
Viggo looked over to Sean who has stopped with him. Sean nodded his head and headed on without Viggo. “Lets sit down Orlando, you don’t look to stable there.”
They walked over to one of the rocks that were there. Orlando sat down carefully trying not to jar anything.
Viggo watched as he saw how slow Orlando moved and felt bad for him. He knew he was in a lot of pain. “Have you been taking any pain pills for that?”
“Not today,” he answered. “I was going to work today, but that didn’t happen, but these pills do make me kind of loopy.”
“I’m sure they do,” he replied remembering how he felt after taking some the other night.
“Viggo….I just want to just say how sorry I am about yesterday.” He said quietly looking down and then at Viggo. “I didn’t mean to say what I did. It was just kind of a shock and the pain was…you know.”
“I know you were in pain Orlando, that why I was trying to help.” He replied.
“I know Vig,” he said quickly. “And I appreciate it, I just over reacted to the situation and I’m sorry, really.”
Viggo sat and thought for a moment. “Apology accepted,” he answered, not pressing him for more.
“You sure?” he asked nervously. “I mean…I was, I wasn’t myself Vig. I’m not usually like that.”
“I know Orlando, its alright, if that’s all it was?’
“Yeah, that’s all, I mean, I guess I was in shock.” He replied scratching at his wig.
“Okay then, well…I had better go get this gore off me before it sticks.” He said standing up.
Orlando stood up also and smiled, “Still friends?” he asked shyly.
Viggo snorted,”Yeah Orli, still friends.” He held out his hand.
Orlando looked down and was about to shake it and grimaced. “You’re kind of dirty, human.” he said looking back up into his blue eyes.
“What? You think you’re to good to shake a dirty old rangers hand?” he asked smirking now.
“Well, we elves have a reputation to uphold you know, we have a thing about being clean.”
Viggo laughed, “You’re all prissy elves, the whole lot of ya.”
Orlando laughed,” Whatever Viggo, but us prissy elves are going to live forever.”
“I think you’re all germaphobes.” He said laughing.
“Oh funny,” Orlando replied back. “Here then, I’ll, shake your grimy hand.” He said as he held his slender clean hand out.
Viggo gazed down at the hand offered out to him. He looked up into Orlando eyes and saw the happiness in them.
Viggo reached his hand out towards Orlando and they meet. Viggo wrapped his hand around Orlando’s and Orlando in turn wrapped his fingers around Viggo’s. They each stood there shaking the others hand for several minutes. Each mind registering the warm connection they felt. They didn’t want to let go. Finally Viggo pulled his hand away smiling. “I guess I had better go get cleaned up, and I guess you had better go wash that pretty hand of yours.”
Orlando laughed.”Yeah, make-up will kill me if I got this stuff on the hair.”
“Come on, I’ll walk back with you okay?” Viggo offered. He got a warm smile in return and each headed back to the trailer to get cleaned up.
The next few days went by pretty smoothly. Orlando and Viggo were getting along on set and off. All tension was gone from there previous encounters.
Viggo had gone out with the “Hobbits and Elf” and enjoyed his time spent in their company. Or rather, mostly Orlando’s company. He was growing fonder of the elf everyday, getting to know him better. He thought Orlando was truly amazing and a beautiful person, in both mind and body. He was even finally realizing that it was time; it was time to maybe move on to see if there was a relationship with this enticing young man. They had many things in common he discovered and of course many things not in common. But that didn’t matter. Not now.
Orlando was in heaven! He couldn’t have imagined things getting any better then the way things were turning out with him and Viggo. He was adamant about giving Viggo the time he needed to do what he had to, so that maybe, just maybe, they could have that relationship he had so much desired from the moment he laid eyes on him.
It was a week or so later when Viggo had broken his toe kicking a helmet in one of the scenes that day. He had hobbled on it for most of the day. But by the end, it was swollen and hurting really badly when he finally took off his boot.
“Fuck!” he cussed loudly as he pulled the boot off and threw it on the floor.
“Vig? You going to be okay?” Orlando asked after watching the man twisting in his chair cursing at his toes.
“Yes,” he hissed through gritted teeth. His toes had been taped together and they were very swollen and red and had dried blood on them.
“You kicked the hell out of that helmet Vig.” He replied trying to distract him.
Viggo snorted with laughter. “Yeah, but I think the helmet won this one.”
“Do you need a lift home?” Orlando asked as he stared at the toes wondering if he could shift with that foot.
“No, I’ll be okay. I’ll get home, take some pills and go to bed.” He grimaced again.
“You sure Vig, I don’t mind.”
“Yeah, I’m sure,” he said as he tried putting his shoe on. “Fuck, fuck,” he muttered as he tried to get it over his bandaged toe. He threw the shoe across the room. “I guess I’ll be going bare foot.” He growled as he slid out of the chair and hobbled over to the bathroom. He opened the door and went in and shut it behind him with a loud slam.
Orlando sat there chewing on his thumb. He wanted to take Viggo home. He wanted to take care of him. In some way to make up for how he had treated him after his rib ordeal. Well….that wasn’t the only reason. He wanted to be alone with him. He thought maybe Viggo was ready. They had been doing so well together. He had had many nights when he had awoken and found himself hard and alone, having to take care of the deed with his hand. He wanted someone else’s hand to take care of the problem. He wanted Viggo’s hand, Viggo’s mouth; any part of Viggo would do really nicely. He sat there pondering his options of what he could do, but was interrupted by loud cussing in the rest room.
“Vig you okay.” He asked getting up and going over to the door and listening.
The door opened abruptly and there stood Viggo with a scowl on his face, and a beat red one at that.
“Vig?”
“I ran into the toilet,” he growled. “With my broken toe!”
“Oh Vig, I am so sorry, come on let me help you sit down.” He grabbed Viggo arm as he limped over to the chair and sat roughly down. “Shit! he exclaimed again. “This just sucks!”
Orlando was torn between being concerned for Viggo and trying not to burst out laughing from the man’s normal calm façade.
“Come on Viggo, let me take you home, your in no condition to drive with your foot like that.”
He sighed, “I suppose your right. Let me get my stuff.” He stood back up and grabbed a few of his belongings. Cussing the whole time as he did, and throwing things around. Orlando walked behind him with a smile on his face as he watched Viggo walk on his heal. He helped Viggo get settled in his car and shut the door behind him. But Viggo protested when he had started to buckle his seatbelt and told him he wasn’t that far gone yet. Orlando snickered as he made his way around the car and got in, trying to stop himself from laughing. He wasn’t sure how well Viggo would take it if he did it in plain view.
“You ready filthy human?” he asked.
Viggo turned and glared at him. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” he asked with a scowl on his face.
Orlando turned his head to the outside window and smiled and chuckled to himself. “No Viggo, I’m not.” He said seriously as he turned back to face his friend.
Viggo narrowed his eyes at him and muttered under his breath something about prissy elves and their cracked ribs.
Orlando just started the car and headed towards Viggos place.
It didn’t take long to get there. But it was very fun for Orlando and no so much fun for Viggo, who felt every bump in the road and ended up holding his foot in his lap. But once there, Orlando went around and helped Viggo hobble out of the car and up the stairs to his door. Viggo leaned on Orlando as he fished in his pocket for his keys digging from one to the other. “Shit, I can’t find them.”
“Are they in your pants pockets?” he asked.
Viggo gave him another glowering look. “I looked there Orlando. My pockets only go so deep.”
“Let me look,” he offered, and reached over and started digging in his pockets. Viggo tensed as the first hand went in his left front pocket and felt Orlando’s hand moving around inside searching for the keys. He closed his eyes tightly and willed little Viggo to remain still. But he then felt the hand move out and search in the other pocket.
“Orlando!” he groaned as he felt the younger mans hand reaching further into his right pocket and come in contact with a rapidly hardening piece of man flesh.
Orlando flushed as he felt the soft bulge in Viggos jeans no longer being the soft bulge but something more substantial. “Here they are!” he said as he pulled them out. He put the key in the lock and turned the knob, and opened the door as Viggo hobbled in.
“Come on Viggo, sit on the couch,” he said, as he arranged the cushions.
Viggo sat on one end and Orlando elevated his foot on the other and placed a pillow under his foot. “Where are your pills Vig?” he asked once the man was settled down.
Viggo pursed his lips together. “There in my pocket.” He growled. “My jacket pocket.” He stared at Orlando and watched the younger man turn around and look for the pills.
“I’ll get you some water then,” he said quickly and made his way into the kitchen. His hand shook slightly as he filled the glass, still remembering the feel of Viggos hard cock against his fingers. He felt his own start to swell at the thought. He shifted his member firmly telling it too behave for a while, it wasn’t time yet. It only partly listened as Orlando walked back to the living room. He handed the glass and pills to Viggo. “Here, these will make you feel better,”he said as he watched the man down the pills.
Viggo grimaced as the pills started disolving in his mouth. He hated taking pills of any kind and only did if he really needed them. He took a bigger drink and gave the glass back to Orlando. “Thanks,” he said quietly.
“You’re welcome,” he answered as he walked back to the kitchen. “You want something to eat?” he called out.
“No, I’m just going to rest for a bit and let these pills start to work.” He laid his head back on the end of the couch and closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He grabbed one of the pillows and placed it over his crotch hoping Orlando wouldn’t see anything, but he assumed already that he had felt something when they were on the porch and Orlando’s hand was in his pocket.
As Orlando walked back into the living room, he sat down on the end of the couch, just by Viggo foot. “Do you want to watch some tele?” he asked.
“Hmmm?”
“Some tele. Do you want to watch some?” he repeated.
“Oh no, you know you can go Orlando, thanks for the ride.”
Orlando nodded his head. “Sure, you’re sure there’s nothing else I can get you?”
Viggo opened his eyes and looked down at the nervous man at the end of the couch.
He did look adorable when he was all nervous and fidgety. Viggo grinned after a moments thought. “How about you kiss it to make it better Orlando?” he asked.
Orlando shifted his eyes quickly to Viggo’s face. The look on it was absolutely Priceless.
“What?” he stammered. “You want me to…um…?”
Viggo laughed. “Orlando I was just kidding, geez, who would want to kiss my toes with them looking like that!”
“Well….um…I…” he kept stuttering.
Viggo felt sorry for the young man and decided to put them both out of the misery. “How about you kiss me somewhere else then, maybe it will still work. What do you think?”
Orlando smiled, “I think that would work out just great. Any idea where?” he asked his voice taking on a sultry tone.
Viggo cleared his throat. “How about my cheek, would that work?” he asked.
Orlando stood and moved up closer to where Viggo’s head was. “I think I could try that,” he whispered as he leaned over and kissed Viggos cheek.
Viggo closed his eyes again and felt the warm, soft lips press gently against his cheek. His felt hot all of a sudden. “Hmmm, I think it’s working all ready.” He responded.
“Maybe I should give you an extra kiss to make sure,” Orlando insisted as he leaned in for another kiss. But as he did, Viggo’s head moved and Orlando connected with the mans wonderful lips. He gasped at the sudden feel of those lips he had dreamed about. They were even better than his dreams. He pressed more into the kiss and moved his own slightly. He heard Viggo moan as he did. He felt warmth spread throughout his body, starting in his groin and spreading rapidly to his head, making him feel dizzy. He brought his hand up to cradle one cheek and parted his lips slightly. As he did, he felt Viggo’s tongue tickle his lips and he opened more and let the warm moist tongue glide into his mouth.
Viggo heart was beating rapidly as he slipped his tongue through those beautiful lips. He felt Orlando’s hot body next to his. He could feel the rapid beating of his heart as he leaned against his chest. They kissed for several minutes, each not wanting to part. But finally Viggo pulled away. He looked into the dark eyes as they searched his own blue ones. Trying to read what was there. “I want you,” he murmured softly. “I want you so bad it hurts.”
“I want you too Viggo,” he replied. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” He leaned in and kissed Viggo again, this time more deeply and more in control of the kiss as he thrust his tongue into Vigg’s mouth searching and exploring. Enjoying the thrill of dominating this gorgeous man.
Viggo reached down and pulled Orlando shirt out of his pants and ran his hand up the hot back, feeling every little piece of flesh he could. Orlando’s body was smooth as silk, and he twitched as he raked his fingers over his back.
Orlando pulled away as Viggo’s hand wandered up his back, not knowing what to do if he felt around to his front.
“What?” Viggo questioned as Orlando had pulled away.
“I want you to feel me Viggo.” He said shyly.
“I thought I was.” He responded with a lopsided grin.
“Not there Viggo, lower,” he whispered. “That’s what I want.” He said as he kissed him again.
Viggo smiled into the kiss, and kissed him back. “I think I can manage that,” he growled. “Lets go into my room where it’s more…comfortable.” He said.
Orlando smiled and stood up and held out his hand. He would let Viggo touch him there for now and maybe latter he would tell him about his chest, when he got the courage. “Come on then,” he whispered as he helped Viggo to stand. He swayed as he stood and put his arm around Orlando’s shoulder, and hobbled into the bedroom. Both were laughing as they made their way into the darkened room. But they found the bed with no problems with the light from the hallway helping. Orlando sat Viggo down on the bed and pulled at the mans shirt. Viggo grinned and lifted his arms up and the shirt came off easily. He laughed as Orlando threw it on the floor.
“Are you taking advantage of me?’ he asked. “In my drugged up condition?”
Orlando’s started unbuttoning his pants and pulled on the zipper. “You want me to stop?” he asked. Viggo lay back on the bed. “Hell no,” he groaned as he lifted his hips up to help.
Orlando pulled the jeans off the lean body and then pulled the boxers off also. He gasped to himself as he saw for the first time in real life, the size of the man’s cock. He swallowed hard and licked his lips with excitement. “You are so…wow!” he said for a lack of words. Viggo’s cock was fully erect and already dripping with excitement from having Orlando near him. Just knowing he was looking at him.
Viggo looked up off the bed and smiled, “You have got to many clothes on Orlando. I suggest you remove some.”
Orlando stood and pulled his jeans off and then he leaned down and pulled his boxers off, but still left his shirt on. Viggo watched him and was mesmerized by the sight of the young man. He thought he would be smaller, but he was in no way disappointed by what he saw. He was impressed with the size of the slender youth.
“Orlando,” he whispered as he stared. “Your beautiful, let me see your chest too, I want to see your nipples?” he asked.
Orlando hesitated, before answering. “In a bit Vig, lets take care of the important stuff right now,” he answered as he leaned over and scooted Viggo’s legs up on the bed. “Watch the toes,” Viggo moaned.
“I will, watch the ribs,” he answered in return.
“Oh yeah, I forgot about those sorry.”
“Yeah, the rib belts kind of rough, so that why I’m leaving the shirt on.” he said. He knew it was a half lie but not a total one. It would do for the time being.
They lay there on the bed gazing into each other’s eyes. “Touch me Viggo,” Orlando whispered finally. “Please, now!”
Viggo had no problem with that as he reached down between the two and found Orlando’s erect cock. It was wet and so very hot. Orlando moaned as Viggo’s hand came into contact with it. His hands were rough but in a good way. Orlando closed his eyes and breathed in deeply as the pace on his cock grew faster. He moaned and arched his hips of the bed. Moving in tandem with the thrust of Viggo’s hand. “God that feels…feels so good Viggo,” he moaned. “Harder,” he panted as he felt his body needing more. He felt like his heart was hammering so hard in his chest. He groaned again as he felt Viggo’s other hand slip down and grasp his balls and squeeze them lightly. “Oh shit….shit!” he cried out as his cock jerked suddenly and he shot his seed across his belly and over Viggos hand. “Oh fuck…” he murmured as his cock shot out more. He moaned, as he lay there is post-coital bliss. He body felt limp.
“God that was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen Orlando,” Viggo whispered close to his ear. “You were beautiful, baby.”
Orlando felt dazed at the overwhelming orgasm that just overtook him. He had never in his life felt something so intense and yet so calming at the same time. He turned his head and looked into those blue eyes. They looked back at him intently. “Viggo,” he whispered softly and raised his hand to stroke the other man face. His hands gliding gently across his firm features, feeling the different lines of his face. Viggo closed his eyes and sighed softly at the caress he felt. It almost felt familiar in some sense. “Orlando,” he murmured against the warm hand cradling his face. “I want you,” he said as he opened his eyes.” I want to be inside you.”
Orlando swallowed hard. He knew what Viggo wanted. He wanted it himself. But he had never let anyone go that far before. “I want it too Viggo,” he said nervously. “I…I’ve never gone that far before though,” he said shyly.
His face took on a soft tone as he smiled at the young man. “We’ll go slow baby, do you trust me?” he asked.
Orlando nodded his head and murmured a soft, yes.
Viggo reached over to the bedside table to open the drawer to retrieve the condom and lube. He fumbled for moment and then Orlando heard a loud crash and heard Viggo cuss.
“What happened?" he sat up quickly.
Viggo was fumbling for the light to see what he had done. It was blinding when it first came on. both men squinting their eyes in the bright light.
Viggo looked around until he spotted the picture on the floor. He knew what he had knocked over; he knew what had broken. He felt his heart clenching at the thought of why and how it happened. But there lay the picture of his wife, broken on the floor beside the bed. “Fuck,” he swore to himself getting up and sitting on the edge of the bed, running his hands through is hair.
Viggo?” Orlando asked behind him as he leaned over his shoulder to see what was going on. “What happened?” he asked confused by Viggo’s obvious distress.
Viggo leaned down and picked the picture off the floor and held it in his hands.
Orlando gasped as he saw the photo and instantly knew who it was. “Is that your wife?” he asked.
Viggo swallowed hard, his hand going over the broken glass. “It was,” he said sadly. “She died over a year ago.”
Orlando mouth went dry, he didn’t know what to say. “I’m…sorry Vig,’ he said sadly. “She was beautiful.”
Viggo nodded slowly. “Yes…yes she was,” he said. He laid the picture on the nightstand. “I’m going to get a broom and sweep up the glass before someone gets cut, I’ll be back.” he said as he rose off the bed and slipped on his boxers and leaving the room quickly.
Orlando nodded slowly as he realized the night had come to a complete stop, and wouldn’t be continuing. He watched as Viggo left the room he wanted to look at the picture closely. He debated for a minute and then slowly reached over and held the picture in his hand, looking at the beautiful face that was smiling back at him and his heart felt like it was breaking. He felt something on the back of the picture and his brows furrowed. He grasped at the paper that he found there and slowly removed it, looking up at the door to make sure Viggo was still gone. He felt anxious all of a sudden. He felt like he was doing something totally wrong, but he did it anyway, he felt drawn to it. He looked puzzled at the piece of paper he held onto. It looked familiar to him as his hand ghosted over the plain sheet of white paper. He opened it slowly and let out a gasping sob as he realized what it was. He felt his heart rate increase as it started hammering violently inside of his chest. His breaths became faster, as his mind processed what was going on, what this all meant. His eyes were wild with fright, looking around the room. He had….he had…her heart! That was the only explanation for why Viggo would have his letter. What was he to do? He couldn’t stay! He had to leave right away! Now! His head told him. Leave now before it’s to late!
He quickly folded up the paper, his hands trembling as he did, and slid out of the bed and threw his boxers and pants on sticking the letter in his pocket. He stuffed his socks in his other pocket and slipped his shoes on, hurrying as fast as he could. Looking up frequently to the door for Viggo. He let another sob escape his lips covering his mouth as he tried to calm down, tried to gain his composure back, the tears running swiftly down his cheeks. But it was useless. He quickly left the bedroom and headed for the front door as Viggo came around the corner.
“Orlando? Where are you going?” He asked as he noted the distressed look on his face and the tears flowing. “What’s wrong baby?” he asked.
“I…I gotta go Vig…I’m sorry, I gotta go,” he stammered quickly.
Viggo was confused for a minute, “Why?” he asked. “Did you change your mind about….you know, we don’t have to?” he asked not sure how to say it.
“No…I just…I need to leave,” he said quickly edging towards the door.
“Orlando,” Viggo quickly walked over to him. “What is it? Something’s bothering you, you’re upset, tell me, what is it, please,”he said worriedly as he grasped his arm.
“I can’t!” he cried out all of a sudden, “Just let me go Viggo, please, just let me go!”
Viggo stepped back. “Okay babe, calm down,” he tried to sooth him.
“I…I can’t I….bye Viggo….I’m sorry,” and he yanked the door open and slammed it shut behind him, leaving a bewildered Viggo in his wake.
TBC………….
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Date: 2006-07-11 06:52 am (UTC)"They each stood there shaking the other's hand for several minutes. Each mind registering the warm connection they felt".
only to have it all break down again!
I loved this description - "... so intense and yet so calming at the same time".
Please let Orlando feel that again . . .
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Date: 2006-07-13 08:44 am (UTC)Thanks again for your thoughtful review.