vigorli

A Life Known
Chapter 30
Title: Let Me Love You
Disclaimer: See previous
Warnings: Angst
Rating: R
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Chapter 30

Orlando went to his room and dressed. He wasn’t eager to see his mum again, but he couldn’t avoid her forever. He also needed to call Elijah; he knew that he would be mad that he had left without telling anyone, especially him, considering they were best mates. Well he did try to call, but was distracted by that weird flight attendant. What was her name? He laughed oh yeah, Claire. He shook his head, that was a real strange encounter.

He could hear his mum in the kitchen banging pots and pans as she made Orlando his lunch. He paused as he came to the doorway and watched her in silence for a moment before he walked in and sat down at the table in his usual eating spot.

She brought the sandwich over that she had made him and poured a glass of milk.

“Thanks mum,” he said quietly taking a drink.

“Are you feeling better sugar?” she asked as she looked at him, seeing if he was ill, she still worried about him immensely. Even more since he had been gone.

“Yeah I am mum, thanks,” he said softly.

“Who’s Elijah?” she asked after a moment, as she set things on the table.

“He…plays one of the hobbits in the movie,” he replied as he took a drink. “I’m sure he’s just calling to check up on me.”

“Did he know you were leaving?” she asked as she sat down next to him.

“No one knew mum,” he said as he played with his fork.

“I still am having a hard time believing that you just up and left honey.” She said quietly.

“It wasn’t planned mum. It just…. sort of happened.”

She nodded he head, “Any plans then?” she asked. “Now that you’re home.”

Orlando shook his head no. “No, not yet, I’m still not sure what to do.”

She laid her hand on his, “Take your time sweetie, there’s no hurry. Call your friend and let him know your okay.”

Orlando raised his head and smiled at her. “Yeah mum, I will.

They finished the rest of their lunch talking about trivial things, and Orlando was glad of that. He was tired of talking about New Zealand.

He made his way into the living room after his lunch and sat in the overstuffed chair. He grabbed the phone and went to punch in Elijah’s number. He waited a few minutes until he heard the sound of it clicking over into his voicemail. Orlando hung the phone up quickly and laid his head back. Maybe it was best he didn’t talk to him right now anyway. He knew he would be mad and just start yelling at Orlando first thing. He closed his eyes and lay back on the recliner letting his mind rest and soon he was sleeping.

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Viggos plane landed safely in Canterbury, at the very small airport. He collected his luggage and went to see if he could find himself a cab. He was starting to get nervous about actually being here now. How was Orlando going to react to him showing up? Would he even talk to him? He had many thoughts going though his head as he watched the community go by as he sat in the back of the cab. It was a truly unique town, very old and very charming. The driver had the address and he assumed he would be there soon. Maybe to soon, he thought. But he sat back in the seat and took a deep cleansing breath, and prepared himself for the door to be slammed shut in his face.

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Orlando awoke sometime later and found that it was now dark outside. He must have slept for hours. He sat up and looked around the small house. It was dark except for one lamp that was on. He stretched trying to get the circulation going again. He got up and walked over to the lamp and turned the light up a bit; it was then he had noticed a note from his mom.

Orlando, Went to the weekly church meeting, will be back later. I left some food in the fridge for you. Love Mum.

He walked into he kitchen and found the meal that was waiting for him in the fridge. He warmed it up quickly and set down at the small table. He had just poured himself some milk and heard a soft knock on the front door.

He frowned. Who could that be he wondered? He got up slowly from the table and went back to the living room and peered out the window. He didn’t see any car in the drive. He slowly opened the front door and stepped back suddenly. His eyes blinked in shock to find Viggo standing on his front porch. He was stunned into silence, as he stood there with the door open, along with his mouth.

“Hey Orlando,” he said quietly. “Um..can I come in?” he asked hesitantly.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said as his brain started functioning again, he moved and blocked the way into the house.

“Please Orlando, I need to talk to you, I know I was a jerk, but let me explain, please,” he asked, his eyes pleading with the younger man. “I came all this way, at least let me say what I need to say.”

Orlando nodded slowly and opened the door further and watched quietly as Viggo made his way into his home. He could never refuse those blue eyes of his.

“What…what are you doing here?” he asked as he moved to stand behind him. “Why are you here, really Vig, why?”

Viggo squirmed a little. “May I sit down?” he asked as he turned and looked into the sad brown eyes.

Orlando nodded yes as Viggo sat on the couch that Orlando had been wanking on earlier that day, making Orlando a little uncomfortable as he thought back to his earlier actions.

“I came to talk to you Orlando, I…I wanted to set things straight with you.”

“What things?” he asked as he crossed his arms in front of him, his pose on the defensive.

“You and me,” he said, as he motioned his hand between the two of them.

“There is no… you and me Vig,” he said harshly. “You made that perfectly clear to me the other night,” he replied.

“I was wrong Orli,” he said quickly as he sat on the edge of the couch. “I was so very wrong. I was shocked by what you told me, I overreacted.”

You made it clear how you felt at the time,” he said with as much cold detachment as he could.

“I was wrong, you mean to much to me.”

Orlando turned away as he felt the swell of tears well up in his eyes. “I don’t believe you,” he said sadly.

“Orlando, it’s true, I didn’t mean to hurt you, really, I was confused, you must understand that, please you’ve got to believe me.”

Orlando felt his heart sink. He so wanted to believe that Viggo didn’t think badly of him, that he didn’t mean to hurt him. He took a deep breath, “I’m not sure how I feel Viggo,” he replied quietly. It hurt to have this man so close to him, he wanted to reach out and put his arms around him, but yet he knew he would only have further heartache if he did. “Maybe you…you should go Viggo,” he said not wanting him too, but saying the words just the same.

“I’m not leaving without you Orlando” He replied. “Your coming back to New Zealand, I won’t leave here without you.”

“So that’s why you really came, isn’t it?” he asked, he turned his head slightly. “Just for the movie, not for me?”

“Its not the main reason I came Orlando, but Peter asked me too talk to you, he wants you back…I want you back.”

Orlando laughed, “I have a hard time believing you Viggo,” he said.

“Orlando,” he heard the deep low rasp of Viggos voice as he walked up behind him. That same voice that turned his stomach into a field of butterflies on a spring day. He felt the warmth of the man’s body behind him; he could feel the heat. “I came to tell you…that I love you,” he said softly as his hands came to rest on his shoulders. Orlando could feel the heat burn through his shirt into his skin.

“You don’t mean that,” he said in a whisper, as he closed his eyes.

“Oh baby,” he said more gently. “I do mean it, I mean it with everything that I am, I love you, and I want us to be together, give us another chance, give me another chance, to prove to you how much you mean to me. I can’t live without you Orlando, I won’t live without you.”

Orlando could feel Viggo gently massaging his shoulders, and his head lulled to the side as it relaxed him. “I love you so much Orlando,” he breathed into the delicate ear that was open to his lips. Orlando trembled as he felt the warm breath on his ear. He nipped at the tip gently and run his tongue along the length of his ear.

Orlando felt his lids flutter as the warm lips moved down and caressed his neck. He tried not giving in to the immense feelings. “Viggo,” he whispered quietly. “Don’t, don’t do this, don’t do this to me.”

Viggo continued the soft caress on the soft olive skin. “Why Orlando? I know you want this, I know you want me, I can feel your body responding; I can feel your heat as it burns my skin.” He whispered heatedly.

Orlando swallowed around the growing lump in his throat. ”I don’t know if I can trust my feelings to you anymore,” he sighed as his body leaned back against Viggos against his wishes, his body taking over to the mans very presence.

“Trust me my love, I won’t hurt you this time,” he replied as his hands held onto the quivering frame tightly. “Never again will I hurt you, I would rather die first then to cause you anymore pain,’ he whispered softly.

It felt so wonderful being in that warm embrace, feeling those powerful hands against his body. To feel the warm breath on his neck. To hear those words he so longed to hear. His knees felt suddenly weak.

Viggo turned the slender body around in his arms and looked into the depths of the brown eyes that sparkled with his unshed tears.

“I love you Orlando,” he said quietly. “I love you so much, it hurts to be without you. Let me make this up to you, okay baby?” he asked searching the sweet face. “Will you let me? Will you let me into your heart?”

Viggo leaned in to catch the sweet lips, but Orlando pulled away. “Not here Viggo, my mum….she….she will be home any minute.”

“Where then?” he asked as his heart leaped at the thought that Orlando wanted him also.

Come, I know a quite place for us to go to,” he said as he took Viggos hand into his own, giving Viggo a small smile as he did.

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They had walked for some time before they were in a secluded area of a nearby park. The stars where clearly shining above them as they sat down on one of the benches; away from anyone that may walk by and observe them.

“It’s quiet here,” Viggo said softly as he inhaled the fresh air.

“I like coming here when I need to think. I haven’t had the time on this trip though,” he said staring at their intertwined hands.

Viggo squeezed the slender digits between his much larger hands. “I can see why you come here,” he paused as he gazed upon the area around them. “It’s beautiful, just as you are,” he whispered as he brought one of his hands up to cradle a slender cheek. He brushed the edge of his finger along Orlando’s smooth face.

“I want to kiss you,” he said softly. “Please Orlando, will you let me?” he pleaded silently with his eyes.

Orlando nodded his head barely, but it was enough for Viggo to know that it was wanted. His hand’s cupped both cheeks and he leaned forward slowly, watching for any signs of withdrawal from Orlando. But he smiled in satisfaction, as the long dark lashes fluttered shut, as he neared the sweet lips.

Orlando’s heart raced as his anticipation of a kiss that he had wanted for days, soon to be granted.

He felt the heat of Viggos lips press against his softly, moving slowly at first. He felt a low groan come from deep within his body. Viggo moved his lips gently against Orlando’s not wanting to scare him away. His other hand moved from his cheek and gently cupped the back of his head, and he leaned in closer, his lips pressing more firmly against Orlando’s.

Orlando felt the pressure increase on his lips and he felt his own responding to the sensation. He felt the slight touch of a warm tongue brush along the seam of his mouth, and he responded my offering another groan and parted his lips eagerly for the probing tongue.

Viggo could feel his whole body tingling with the acceptance of his tongue within the warm cavern of Orlando’s mouth. His tongue intertwined with its mate as they danced together.

Orlando brought his arms up and wrapped them around the firm body, running his hands up and down the taut back.

“Orlando,” he moaned as he felt Orlando responding to his touches. “I want to feel you, I want to touch every part of you.”

‘Oh God Viggo,” he murmured as he pulled on his shirt and broke the kiss to pull it over his head. “Touch me,” he begged as he leaned in to kiss Viggo again.

Viggo smiled through the kiss and touched the smooth skin of Orlando’ shoulder, his hand running down the muscled arms, he could feel them flex as Orlando gripped his shoulder’s tighter. He ran his fingertips over his chest and touched one nipple that left Orlando gasping for breath.

“Yes…” he hissed softly as he arched his body towards the touch. “More…. Please more,” he begged silently.

Viggo leaned down and took the hardened nub into his mouth and sucked it as he found the other nipple equally as hard with his other hand. He felt his own cock hardening quickly as he found the pleasure in giving Orlando pleasure.

Orlando reached forward and fumbled with the buttons on Viggos shirt and nearly ripped the shirt apart to get to the hot skin beneath. They struggled with Viggos shirt as Viggo continued to nip at his hard nub, but finally he was able to remove the shirt and feel the warm night air on his skin.

Orlando felt dizzy as the sensations washed over him, his cock hard and leaking within his jeans. He felt Viggos hand move on his chest and felt it touch his scar. His mind was suddenly brought back to the present, he gasped. “Viggo,” he whispered as his hand went to move Viggo’s hand away from him.

“Orlando, please let me touch it, let me touch you, let me love you… for who you are,” he pleaded.

Orlando lightened the grip on Viggos wrist, he was still tense, but he knew this would be something they would have to deal with, if they were ever to be together and he had finally admitted, he wanted to be with Viggo.

“I won’t hurt you,” he promised. “I will never hurt you again, I love you to much to lose you now.”

Viggo slowly moved his hand over the scar. looking into Orlando’s eyes as he did. “I love you Orlando,” he whispered, as he leaned in and kissed the scar softly, drawing a sudden gasp of breath from Orlando’s lips.

Viggo looked up into the startled eyes. He moved up and kissed the parted lips. “I love you baby,” he murmured softly. “Please….let me love you.”

Tbc…