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vigorliA Life Known
Chapter 27
Title: A Wishing Star
Beta: Nope sorry.
Disclaimer: See previous
Warnings: Only angst Oh maybe R!
Feedback: Pretty Please! The muses need feeding.
Chapter 27
Viggo waited patiently for the hours to tick by until the next morning. He never knew that time could go so slow. He had paced for hours in his house and then had taken to walking out on the beach to calm himself. He watched as the tide came in and then slowly flowed back out. It was calming to him at least. He sat down just off of the water and started drawing in the sand. He made odd shapes and then normal shapes, followed by letters, followed by names. Well one name…Orlando’s. He sat there and placed his finger inside the line of the O, his finger following the shape of the letter. He smiled to himself as he thought of the deep brown eyes laughing at a joke he had made. Then he remembered them as he brought the young man to his orgasm. They seemed deeper then, more intense then before.
So very beautiful. Then he remembered, when those same eyes were so full of tears, the eyes now red and sad. They had pleaded with Viggo. They begged Viggo to realize how sorry he truly was, for all that had happened.
Viggo let a deep sigh pass his lips and looked at his watch again, and noticed the hours had passed finally so he could get ready for bed. He stood and brushed off his pants and headed back to his house to prepare for bed, but he knew, no matter how hard he tried, no rest would come.
Sean had told him he would pick him up first thing in the morning and to be ready, but he didn’t really need anything to take with him. Just his heart, and its love for Orlando.
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Orlando was shaken awake by a soft laugh.
“Orlandoooo,” came the voice again. “Time to wake up, we’re here.”
He blinked slowly, his brain registering that someone was calling him. “Want to sleep mum,’ he murmured turning in his seat.
He heard a soft laugh and felt his shoulder being shook. “Orlando, it’s Claire, we’re in London, time to get off the plane.”
“Claire?” he said softly. He sat up slowly looking around and seeing the smiling stewardess looking at him with a twinkle in her eye.
“Oh…hi,” he said embarrassed. “Are we there?” he asked looking out the window.
“Yep, we are, and you’re the last to get off.”
“Sorry,” he mumbled as he sat up and unbuckled himself and stood up. He swayed a little as he did, and she caught him as he stumbled.
“Hold on cowboy,” she laughed as she grabbed his arm to steady him.
“Sorry,” he said blushing. “I guess I’ve been asleep for way to long.”
“Let me help you,” she offered as she got his overhead bag down. “Where are you going from here?” she asked.
Orlando rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess to Canterbury, that’s where my mum is,” he said as he started to walk the narrow isle towards the exit.
“Oh, so you still got a little ways to go yet huh?” she replied.
“Yeah.”
“Are you going to fly or drive?” she asked concerned.
Drive I think, it’s not that far really.”
They walked out the tunnel and into the waiting area. “Well, it’s been a pleasure Orlando,” she said with a smile. “Get something to eat though okay?”
He smiled at her, “I will, don’t worry and thanks,” he said as he started leaving.
“Bye,” she called out as he walked down the corridor, snapping a picture of him with her imaginary camera.
He turned around and waved one last time over his shoulder.
He made it through customs pretty quickly, and got his luggage. He finally made it to the rental desk and got his car squared away and then made his way finally down to the car park. He sat in the car and looked out at the sky. It was cloudy and looked like it was going to pour at any given minute. He thought the quicker he made it out of London the better.
He started the engine and pulled out of the lot, looking for the signs that would point his way out of the busy city.
After following all the signs, and a couple of wrong turns, he finally made his way on the road out of London. He hadn’t driven far when the sun started to peek out and he squinted his eyes. He reached to his bag and dug around for his sunglasses and felt something squishy. He frowned at what would be squishy in his bag? He pulled it out and saw that there was a sandwich with a note on it. He looked at it carefully and read the note quickly as he drove.
“I knew you wouldn’t stop, so something for the road, Claire.” He smiled. She was right of course, he thought to himself again, he hadn’t stopped, and then he dug further into the pack and came up with a can of juice. He would have to pay her back for the kindness she had shown him. He quickly opened both the sandwich and the juice and downed them, for he was finally feeling the pains of hunger.
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Viggo tossed and turned most of the night. He knew he would not get any rest. He lay there in the silence of his room and stared up at the ceiling. Watching the fan blades go round and round. He turned to his side and lay there thinking of Orlando. He hadn’t changed his sheets from since Orlando had lain in his bed, and he could still barely smell Orlando’s scent, but it was there. He closed his eyes as he thought of delicious lips and how they had gasped as Viggo had given him pleasure in this very bed. He thought of the dark head of curls that had lain on the white pillow, in such a contrast to its whiteness. He felt himself begin to get aroused, as the imagery was so real. He laid his hand on his stomach and drew soft circles around the center. He didn’t want to touch his hardened flesh, but his hand seemed to have a mind of its own, and he slowly made the pathway down the line of darker hairs that led to his maleness. He gasped suddenly as he came into contact with the hot and hard flesh, and circled it lightly. He rubbed his finger’s over the slit and wiped at the juice that leaked out, spreading it around the swollen head. “Orlando,” he whispered softly into the silent night air, only disturbed by his heavy breathing and the racing of his pounding heart.
He closed his eyes and pictured Orlando’s hand on his shaft and he groaned in delight as he played with it wickedly with his nimble fingers. He moaned louder as his hand sped over the wet and hot flesh. He fisted faster, his heart racing as he thought of brown eyes seeking his own, the long dark lashes fluttering softly in his passion. He lowered his other hand and sought his entrance and circled slowly. Teasingly slow, as he slipped the tip of one large finger inside. He hissed as his entrance was breached. “Orlando,” he murmured into the dark room. Imagining it was Orlando’s finger. He slipped another finger in and stretched the tight entrance, seeking for his ultimate pleasure. He curled his fingers and cried out Orlando’s name suddenly, the shock and intense pleasure shooting through him causing his orgasm to overtake him. He whole body shook with the intensity as his seed spilled forth from him, coating his stomach and chest. He lay back exhausted. His breathing labored and shallow, his body a sheet of sweat and cum. He breathed deeply through his mouth until his heartbeat had slowed. He threw his one arm over his eye’s as he lay there exhausted, his one hand still holding his softening shaft. He slowly let the limp cock slide from his fingers and wiped them on the bed. He wanted to feel the warm body lying next to him, he wanted to roll over and whisper how much he loved him into his ears, as he nibbled them softly. He wanted to hold that warm body close to his heart…and to feel that heart…that heart…beating next to his, in time with his own. He loved Orlando and would do anything to get him back. He finally closed his eyes and let the thoughts of how he would show Orlando he loved him, sleep finally consuming him.
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Orlando drove steadily as he made his way home. What would his mom say? He hated to think of that. He didn’t want to tell her about Viggo. He wasn’t even really sure his mum knew he was bi-sexual. He really didn’t even want to go there. He shook his head. No, he definitely didn’t want to talk to him mum about sex.
He passed all the small towns along the road but only stopped to stretch and get something to drink. Hours later he finally pulled into Canterbury. It was late and he knew that no one would be up. He maneuvered his car along the small town roads and finally turned down his lane. He slowed even further, as their house came into view. His nerves were a little on edge as he got closer to his home. He pulled into the drive and sat for a few minutes thinking about what he would say. He didn’t lie well, especially to his mum.
He slowly got out of the car and grabbed his luggage, and made his way up the flower lined walk, to the small white house. He tried the door, it was locked, as he knew it would be. He dug into his pocket and retrieved his keys. Silently he slipped the key in the lock, turning it slowly.
The door squeaked as he opened it, and he tiptoed in. He sat down his bags and looked around. It was extremely quite in the house, and he went to close the door as softly as he could, knowing it tended to squeak when it closed also. He grimaced as said door did its anticipated squeak.
He walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge and looked inside for a cold soda. He found one and grabbed it and closed the door just as quietly. He sat down at the small kitchen table and opened it as quietly as he could. He had just taken a drink when the lights came on suddenly and a women’s shrill voice yelled at him. “Get out of my house you bastard thief before I hit you with this bat over your head!”
“Mum no, its me, Orlando!” he yelled turning around with his head covered with his arms.
“Orlando? Sugar?” she said surprised and lowered the bat slowly.
Orlando gradually lowered his arms and smiled at the odd look on his mum’s face.
“Honey, what are you doing here?” she asked concern showing in her voice.
Orlando went over and hugged his mum. “Can we talk about it tomorrow mum?” he whispered. “I’m really beat.”
She nodded her head, “Are you hungry? I can fix you an snack before bed.”
“Thanks mum, but I ate on my way here, I just want to lay down and close my eyes for a while, okay?” he asked.
“Okay,” she replied. “Your rooms all straightened and clean, just as you left it.”
“Thanks mum,” he said as he stood and gave her a kiss to her head. “I’ll see you come morning alright?” he asked.
“Sure luv, I’ll see you in the morn.”
She watched as Orlando made his way to his room. She was worried, why would he come home? Was it his heart? Was he having problems with it, she fought back the urge to go after him, but knew if it was that serious he would of said. She went over to the stove and set a kettle on to boil for tea. When it was ready she sat down at the small table and sipped slowly at the hot liquid wondering why he was here, and for how long?
Orlando opened the door to his room and turned on the bedside lamp. He sat down on the bed and removed his shoes and pants. He lay back on the bed and reached over and turned off the light. It was so quiet in his mum’s house, but he could hear her footsteps in the kitchen. He knew she was probably having tea before she went back to bed. He was relieved that she didn’t force him to tell her what was wrong. He wasn’t prepared to say. He sighed as he turned on his side. Staring off out the bedroom window. He saw the stars twinkling out in the dark sky. He saw a shooting star go by suddenly, he closed his eyes and made a wish that somehow, someway, Viggo would learn to love him, in spite of everything that had happened between them, he saw a glimmer of hope for some reason, he couldn’t explain why, but somehow, wishing on that falling star had given him a small amount of reassurance.
Tbc….
Chapter 27
Title: A Wishing Star
Beta: Nope sorry.
Disclaimer: See previous
Warnings: Only angst Oh maybe R!
Feedback: Pretty Please! The muses need feeding.
Chapter 27
Viggo waited patiently for the hours to tick by until the next morning. He never knew that time could go so slow. He had paced for hours in his house and then had taken to walking out on the beach to calm himself. He watched as the tide came in and then slowly flowed back out. It was calming to him at least. He sat down just off of the water and started drawing in the sand. He made odd shapes and then normal shapes, followed by letters, followed by names. Well one name…Orlando’s. He sat there and placed his finger inside the line of the O, his finger following the shape of the letter. He smiled to himself as he thought of the deep brown eyes laughing at a joke he had made. Then he remembered them as he brought the young man to his orgasm. They seemed deeper then, more intense then before.
So very beautiful. Then he remembered, when those same eyes were so full of tears, the eyes now red and sad. They had pleaded with Viggo. They begged Viggo to realize how sorry he truly was, for all that had happened.
Viggo let a deep sigh pass his lips and looked at his watch again, and noticed the hours had passed finally so he could get ready for bed. He stood and brushed off his pants and headed back to his house to prepare for bed, but he knew, no matter how hard he tried, no rest would come.
Sean had told him he would pick him up first thing in the morning and to be ready, but he didn’t really need anything to take with him. Just his heart, and its love for Orlando.
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Orlando was shaken awake by a soft laugh.
“Orlandoooo,” came the voice again. “Time to wake up, we’re here.”
He blinked slowly, his brain registering that someone was calling him. “Want to sleep mum,’ he murmured turning in his seat.
He heard a soft laugh and felt his shoulder being shook. “Orlando, it’s Claire, we’re in London, time to get off the plane.”
“Claire?” he said softly. He sat up slowly looking around and seeing the smiling stewardess looking at him with a twinkle in her eye.
“Oh…hi,” he said embarrassed. “Are we there?” he asked looking out the window.
“Yep, we are, and you’re the last to get off.”
“Sorry,” he mumbled as he sat up and unbuckled himself and stood up. He swayed a little as he did, and she caught him as he stumbled.
“Hold on cowboy,” she laughed as she grabbed his arm to steady him.
“Sorry,” he said blushing. “I guess I’ve been asleep for way to long.”
“Let me help you,” she offered as she got his overhead bag down. “Where are you going from here?” she asked.
Orlando rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess to Canterbury, that’s where my mum is,” he said as he started to walk the narrow isle towards the exit.
“Oh, so you still got a little ways to go yet huh?” she replied.
“Yeah.”
“Are you going to fly or drive?” she asked concerned.
Drive I think, it’s not that far really.”
They walked out the tunnel and into the waiting area. “Well, it’s been a pleasure Orlando,” she said with a smile. “Get something to eat though okay?”
He smiled at her, “I will, don’t worry and thanks,” he said as he started leaving.
“Bye,” she called out as he walked down the corridor, snapping a picture of him with her imaginary camera.
He turned around and waved one last time over his shoulder.
He made it through customs pretty quickly, and got his luggage. He finally made it to the rental desk and got his car squared away and then made his way finally down to the car park. He sat in the car and looked out at the sky. It was cloudy and looked like it was going to pour at any given minute. He thought the quicker he made it out of London the better.
He started the engine and pulled out of the lot, looking for the signs that would point his way out of the busy city.
After following all the signs, and a couple of wrong turns, he finally made his way on the road out of London. He hadn’t driven far when the sun started to peek out and he squinted his eyes. He reached to his bag and dug around for his sunglasses and felt something squishy. He frowned at what would be squishy in his bag? He pulled it out and saw that there was a sandwich with a note on it. He looked at it carefully and read the note quickly as he drove.
“I knew you wouldn’t stop, so something for the road, Claire.” He smiled. She was right of course, he thought to himself again, he hadn’t stopped, and then he dug further into the pack and came up with a can of juice. He would have to pay her back for the kindness she had shown him. He quickly opened both the sandwich and the juice and downed them, for he was finally feeling the pains of hunger.
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Viggo tossed and turned most of the night. He knew he would not get any rest. He lay there in the silence of his room and stared up at the ceiling. Watching the fan blades go round and round. He turned to his side and lay there thinking of Orlando. He hadn’t changed his sheets from since Orlando had lain in his bed, and he could still barely smell Orlando’s scent, but it was there. He closed his eyes as he thought of delicious lips and how they had gasped as Viggo had given him pleasure in this very bed. He thought of the dark head of curls that had lain on the white pillow, in such a contrast to its whiteness. He felt himself begin to get aroused, as the imagery was so real. He laid his hand on his stomach and drew soft circles around the center. He didn’t want to touch his hardened flesh, but his hand seemed to have a mind of its own, and he slowly made the pathway down the line of darker hairs that led to his maleness. He gasped suddenly as he came into contact with the hot and hard flesh, and circled it lightly. He rubbed his finger’s over the slit and wiped at the juice that leaked out, spreading it around the swollen head. “Orlando,” he whispered softly into the silent night air, only disturbed by his heavy breathing and the racing of his pounding heart.
He closed his eyes and pictured Orlando’s hand on his shaft and he groaned in delight as he played with it wickedly with his nimble fingers. He moaned louder as his hand sped over the wet and hot flesh. He fisted faster, his heart racing as he thought of brown eyes seeking his own, the long dark lashes fluttering softly in his passion. He lowered his other hand and sought his entrance and circled slowly. Teasingly slow, as he slipped the tip of one large finger inside. He hissed as his entrance was breached. “Orlando,” he murmured into the dark room. Imagining it was Orlando’s finger. He slipped another finger in and stretched the tight entrance, seeking for his ultimate pleasure. He curled his fingers and cried out Orlando’s name suddenly, the shock and intense pleasure shooting through him causing his orgasm to overtake him. He whole body shook with the intensity as his seed spilled forth from him, coating his stomach and chest. He lay back exhausted. His breathing labored and shallow, his body a sheet of sweat and cum. He breathed deeply through his mouth until his heartbeat had slowed. He threw his one arm over his eye’s as he lay there exhausted, his one hand still holding his softening shaft. He slowly let the limp cock slide from his fingers and wiped them on the bed. He wanted to feel the warm body lying next to him, he wanted to roll over and whisper how much he loved him into his ears, as he nibbled them softly. He wanted to hold that warm body close to his heart…and to feel that heart…that heart…beating next to his, in time with his own. He loved Orlando and would do anything to get him back. He finally closed his eyes and let the thoughts of how he would show Orlando he loved him, sleep finally consuming him.
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Orlando drove steadily as he made his way home. What would his mom say? He hated to think of that. He didn’t want to tell her about Viggo. He wasn’t even really sure his mum knew he was bi-sexual. He really didn’t even want to go there. He shook his head. No, he definitely didn’t want to talk to him mum about sex.
He passed all the small towns along the road but only stopped to stretch and get something to drink. Hours later he finally pulled into Canterbury. It was late and he knew that no one would be up. He maneuvered his car along the small town roads and finally turned down his lane. He slowed even further, as their house came into view. His nerves were a little on edge as he got closer to his home. He pulled into the drive and sat for a few minutes thinking about what he would say. He didn’t lie well, especially to his mum.
He slowly got out of the car and grabbed his luggage, and made his way up the flower lined walk, to the small white house. He tried the door, it was locked, as he knew it would be. He dug into his pocket and retrieved his keys. Silently he slipped the key in the lock, turning it slowly.
The door squeaked as he opened it, and he tiptoed in. He sat down his bags and looked around. It was extremely quite in the house, and he went to close the door as softly as he could, knowing it tended to squeak when it closed also. He grimaced as said door did its anticipated squeak.
He walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge and looked inside for a cold soda. He found one and grabbed it and closed the door just as quietly. He sat down at the small kitchen table and opened it as quietly as he could. He had just taken a drink when the lights came on suddenly and a women’s shrill voice yelled at him. “Get out of my house you bastard thief before I hit you with this bat over your head!”
“Mum no, its me, Orlando!” he yelled turning around with his head covered with his arms.
“Orlando? Sugar?” she said surprised and lowered the bat slowly.
Orlando gradually lowered his arms and smiled at the odd look on his mum’s face.
“Honey, what are you doing here?” she asked concern showing in her voice.
Orlando went over and hugged his mum. “Can we talk about it tomorrow mum?” he whispered. “I’m really beat.”
She nodded her head, “Are you hungry? I can fix you an snack before bed.”
“Thanks mum, but I ate on my way here, I just want to lay down and close my eyes for a while, okay?” he asked.
“Okay,” she replied. “Your rooms all straightened and clean, just as you left it.”
“Thanks mum,” he said as he stood and gave her a kiss to her head. “I’ll see you come morning alright?” he asked.
“Sure luv, I’ll see you in the morn.”
She watched as Orlando made his way to his room. She was worried, why would he come home? Was it his heart? Was he having problems with it, she fought back the urge to go after him, but knew if it was that serious he would of said. She went over to the stove and set a kettle on to boil for tea. When it was ready she sat down at the small table and sipped slowly at the hot liquid wondering why he was here, and for how long?
Orlando opened the door to his room and turned on the bedside lamp. He sat down on the bed and removed his shoes and pants. He lay back on the bed and reached over and turned off the light. It was so quiet in his mum’s house, but he could hear her footsteps in the kitchen. He knew she was probably having tea before she went back to bed. He was relieved that she didn’t force him to tell her what was wrong. He wasn’t prepared to say. He sighed as he turned on his side. Staring off out the bedroom window. He saw the stars twinkling out in the dark sky. He saw a shooting star go by suddenly, he closed his eyes and made a wish that somehow, someway, Viggo would learn to love him, in spite of everything that had happened between them, he saw a glimmer of hope for some reason, he couldn’t explain why, but somehow, wishing on that falling star had given him a small amount of reassurance.
Tbc….
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Date: 2006-08-27 09:30 pm (UTC)Oooh, poor Orlando so damn naive...of course Viggo is already in love with him! And Viggo, the image of Orlando 'helping' him out in bed. ;-) I can't wait for Viggo to hurry up and catch his plane, maybe he'll bump into Claire somehow...*wink wink* I think Orli's mom would be quite surprise to have Viggo end up on her doorstep...yes? Or maybe she know more about her son than Orlando thinks.
I'll be waiting anxiously yet again....
*hugs*
~C~
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Date: 2006-08-28 12:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-28 12:36 am (UTC)The one at Woodland Park Zoo? or is there another one? I don't live in Seattle, I actually live just a bit north or there and never really get into the city too often. When I do go into Seattle, it's to either take my son to the zoo, or to get a burger at Dick's Drive-In. *giggles*
Great chapter...
~C~
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Date: 2006-08-28 12:38 am (UTC)~C~
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Date: 2006-08-28 12:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-27 11:07 pm (UTC)Yeah, I know... Still, I just saw a shooting star. I wish!
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Date: 2006-08-28 12:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-28 10:18 pm (UTC)♥
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Date: 2006-08-28 10:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-30 06:54 am (UTC)That's nice becaues they need all the reassurance they can get - both of them.
They're each so sad and lonely and confused and yet they're just going round in circles without each other.
(You got the drive to Canterbury just right! and it was lovely to see you having Orlando call his "Mum" by the right word!).
Also, thankfully, he has Claire to keep up his strength with food & drink!