vigorli

Title: Look to the West where the Ocean is (3:1/3) Comes in two parts, post too big for lj

Author: Romi (romikas at gmail.com, romika )

Beta: evil_scarrlett ; all remaining mistakes mine only

Pairing: V/O but Orlando is married to Sean Astin

Rating: NV 17

Summary: AU. Orlando is a young Brit who lives in Santa Barbara, California; sometimes he wonders what he is doing there.

Disclaimer: This is not for real, it is just the name, "Real Person Slash" that is real around here.

Feedback: Yes if you like Romi likes that too.

Warnings: Angst. Brr.

Notes: If you remember that the story starts on a Wednesday- well, it doesn't any longer, it started on a Tuesday. Original idea for this fic; dalehead . Manip made by xandrinucchia . There will be a short sequel to this fic.

Part Two

Look to the West where the Ocean is

Three:one

Nervous fingertips were pat-pat-patting the tightly stretched bed sheet close to Orlando's head.

"Darling?"

Nervous fingertips were pat-pat-patting the wall just over Orlando's head.

"Darling? Orlando? Are you ill?"

Nervous fingertips were pat-pat-patting the pillow under Orlando's head; then the fingers grabbed the pillow and shook it slightly.

"Darling, wake up!"

"What?" Orlando mumbled sleepily. "Oh, is it morning already..?" The room was dark; the blinds were down and they were effective blinds.

"Morning!" Sean shouted. "It is soon eight!"

Orlando stretched one arm out and looked at it when it appeared from its hiding place under the duvet.

A new arm.

"Are you late for work?" Orlando asked and stretched his whole body out, like a cat, he felt like a cat actually, a cat flat on his front- or a tiger maybe! He chuckled silently and didn’t listen to what Sean answered.

"Sorry for oversleeping," he said instead and looked at his husband in the light from the door. Sean, hair wet and dressed in his very exclusive, very thick and very big morning gown, tramped nervously on the spot.

"I am in a hurry," he said. "Shall I make breakfast myself?"

"Why shouldn’t you?" Orlando got up on his arms but felt his body- the inside of his body- react to it exactly the way he usually hated. This time though it made him chuckle even more and he found it a good reason to lie down again and find a nice snoozing position for the head.

"You know your way around the fridge just as well as I."

It took a while until the baffled Sean walked away- in the meantime Orlando fell asleep again.

Sean woke him again ten minutes later.

"You need to get up my darling! I’m having breakfast now- the carpenter is coming today too- have you forgotten?"

Orlando curled up on his side; took cover under the duvet and shook his head. He rubbed his forehead and yawned, exhaled in the crook of his arm, yawned again.

"I have not forgotten the carpenter."

No, he certainly had not. The thought of the carpenter made Orlando so excited he couldn’t have slept more if he had tried. Instead he waited for Sean to leave again then went to the bathroom hastily.

The carpenter had left marks on Orlando; he used his skills and did something to Orlando last night. Or maybe it started when they met; it was magic nevertheless.

Like with Geppetto and Pinocchio! Orlando was made of wood before he met Viggo and Viggo touched him and rebuilt him and… even loved him perhaps last night. Like Pinocchio Orlando had turned into a boy made of flesh and blood today; it was evident in how Orlando felt his body ache in a sweet way and in how his limbs wouldn’t work properly when he turned the water on. Hopefully though, Orlando's nose wouldn’t grow if he was forced to lie.

He laughed when he stepped in the shower. Didn’t hurry to wash himself- he stood under the running water and felt his body being as soft and warm on the inside as it was on the outside. He had to feel his arms and soon the rest of his body too; couldn’t believe the impact of Viggo's kisses had had on it.

But reality was out there too whether Orlando was a wooden or a flesh and blood boy today. He had to make some plans for the week ahead.

Orlando stood in the water; touched his body in astonishment and planned for days with Viggo that would allow them time together. Like… no gym classes. Instead Orlando thought of different activities around the house that Sean could not or would not check if they were done- like repotting the flowers. And the garden- the garden Sean knew nothing of. The garden would be perfect to tend to- and ignore- when Viggo painted the house.

"I haven’t had a bath in two days," he thought suddenly. "It is ok; I thought I’d miss it more.

Then, a random thought… or not "I wonder if Viggo has a bathtub."

The thought of Viggo wet made Orlando shiver and he immediately felt the impression of Viggo's skin on his lips. Jesus Christ, he had slept with Viggo last night. Not once but twice.

A few minutes later, Orlando felt cold air on his back. Startled he spun around and saw Sean standing there. Sean watched Orlando; a look on his face that Orlando recalled from some time long ago.

Orlando shut the water off and smiled; not sure what Sean had on his mind.

"Did you find any breakfast?" he asked.

"My God Orlando," Sean said. He took a step closer. "How beautiful you are..!"

Orlando didn’t find any words; Sean tried to find words too it seemed. His hands moved vaguely; eventually he stuttered,

"The- the- the way your hands touched your skin- the way your skin l-looks in the w-water- I…"

He stared at Orlando and Orlando stared at his husband- who had just witnessed Orlando recall the touches he had received the night before in the arms of another.

"You seem so tired, Orlando- your eyes are do dark- are you happy here, with me?"

"I am…" Orlando said reluctantly and rubbed his nose. "I am just a little tired, Sean… I am alright."

"You are cold!" Sean burst out and grabbed a towel. He put it around Orlando; wrapped his arms around Orlando too. Orlando stiffened in the embrace and tried not to look Sean in the eyes.

"I love you, Orlando…" Sean said intensely with a request in his voice- a request to hear Orlando answer. Orlando got his arm out of the grip and gently moved Sean away.

"I… you too…" he whispered and almost dropped the towel when his free hand went to rub the nose again. "Please Sean- I need to get ready, ok..?"

They gazed at each other; Orlando with eyes not dark from tiredness but from a lust so consuming the man before Orlando was almost dissolved from his vision.

Orlando had oatmeal porridge for breakfast. He didn’t often but this was a special day; he felt like eating loads- and porridge out of all things.

"I wanted a substantial meal," he said to himself where he sat by the oak table; he stared out the window not to miss the first appearance of the man that had changed Orlando from a scarecrow into someone even his husband found beautiful.

The word substantial made him think of Sean and he chuckled loudly, tried to keep the milk and the porridge in his mouth.

"Shit!" he yelled and got up when Viggo did appear by the gate; Orlando had got himself greasy because he couldn’t hold his laughter back. Luckily it seemed old mister Mortensen called after Viggo. Orlando was sent an extra moment and he used it to rinse his mouth.

Viggo seemed as calm as ever when Orlando opened the door before Viggo had knocked.

"Good morning," Viggo said.

"Good morning," Orlando replied. He had frozen where he was; did not step back or forth. Viggo put a small ladder he was carrying down on the gravel and waited-

They looked at each other, the young man on top of the three step stone stair and the older man on the ground below.

"Did you think I was mad to come into your room last night?" Orlando asked. He spoke straight out in the morning sun for all to hear. There was no one around but it was like practicing.

"Why did you come to my room last night?" Viggo asked back. Orlando put his head to the side; eyes went up and down Viggo's body. He knew so well why he’d come, but he couldn’t make himself say it because it consisted of the L-word and that was so threatening to say.

"Because I thought you had something that I needed very much… that you wanted to give me perhaps," he said instead.

Viggo smiled the widest smile Orlando had seen on him.

"Well, if that was the reason then it would have been mad of you not to come; don’t you think?"

Orlando took the three steps in one and stopped himself just a nerve impulse from throwing his arms around Viggo's neck. His bravery fell off him; Viggo found him strange and impulsive perhaps.

But Viggo did not back off or frown. "You come and greet me," he said instead, softly. Viggo was braver than Orlando; he did not stop his hand from stroking a stray curl off Orlando's forehead.

"I shouldn’t need to greet you like this, Orlando mumbled. "I shouldn’t have had to leave."

Viggo's fingers laced themselves into Orlando's and squeezed them lightly.

"Let’s go inside," he proposed.

They were reluctant when the door shut behind them; or maybe it was Orlando who was reluctant and Viggo could tell. Orlando was reluctant because he was nervous; he so wanted Viggo to think what they had done was ok; that Orlando was ok, both then and now. And he so wanted Viggo to know how much it had meant to Orlando but he found no words.

Maybe Viggo could tell this too. He smiled and he touched Orlando's face in a way that was not the least reluctant or nervous; it made Orlando close his eyes lean to the touch.

"Hello Orlando…" Viggo said and his voice was smiling. "You forgot something in my room last night."

"Did I?" Orlando said; eyes flew open again and both his hands went to keep Viggo's on his cheek. He did not want Viggo to remove his strong hand; it was cooling and soothing on Orlando's hot face.

"Yes you did, my enchanting young man."

Viggo was teasing him; Orlando could tell from the glitter in the pale blue eyes and from how Viggo laughed silently when he put an arm around Orlando's waist and made him move a little closer.

"You forgot these."

His lips brushed over Orlando's brow; he placed kisses in a falling line over the nose; and the pouting arches of the upper lip; and the lower lip that he sucked in a little, nibbled on it.

"These kisses you forgot," he whispered into Orlando's mouth. "Do you want them now..?"

"M-mm," Orlando confirmed and Viggo opened Orlando's mouth more with his own mouth; let his tongue come inside. Orlando let him; willingly; there was not one part of his body where he would have denied Viggo access. The hazardous quality of this meeting Orlando had yet to think about consciously.

Orlando was kissed by a mouth and a tongue that each time it met Orlando's taught him new things. Orlando learned that when you are in love, the tongue does not want to stay inside its own mouth, or play just a little with the other. It wants to go places deep inside the other mouth and when it does your body alters even more.

Orlando wanted to tell Viggo that at least, how the carpenter had turned Pinocchio-Orlando into a boy of flesh and blood. But Viggo was faster; he ended the kiss; stroked his hands down Orlando's face firmly and took hold of Orlando's shoulders just as firmly.

"Orlando- about us two-"

"What?" Orlando asked, way too fast. Viggo's eyes were serious now and Orlando's widened in resistance.

"When I must leave…"

"Hush!" Orlando said- a good word that word hush. Viggo pinned Orlando's heart even closer to Viggo's when he caressed Orlando's worried face and seemed worried too.

"Don’t hush me- Orlando, I will not be here for long and I am afraid to leave you. I-"

Orlando put a hand over Viggo's mouth.

"I am serious," Orlando said calmly. "I do not want to talk about later- later is for later. Please!"

He tried what he thought could be a good thing, kissed Viggo again and tried to get even closer to Viggo's solid build. He pressed his skinny hips to Viggo's hips, pressed his folded arms to Viggo's chest and tried to make Viggo see how little Orlando was fit to talk about the end. Orlando wanted Viggo to know that

I am small and cannot take upsetting speak- I cannot lose you. You don’t dare leave me or even speak about leaving me!

He tried to show Viggo this without saying it. Viggo did not seem to agree though. He did hold Orlando, caressed the sides of his arms, but he would not keep quiet.

"Have you and your husband talked about my presence in this house?"

"Yes!" Orlando bit off and his eyes narrowed- he was not upset but he wanted to put some emphasis behind his words. And there was a slight smile in Viggo's eyes that was encouraging and compassionate; it made Orlando dare stand straight and made him fall in love even more.

"We have talked," Orlando affirmed. "You and I do not need to- Sean gets horny when he thinks about you and I here alone. He has indicated that several times and it disgusts me to talk about Sean right now. Please, let us not. Please. Tell me what you want for lunch instead. I’ll get you anything you want."

Viggo’s brow was in deep wrinkles; he was obviously not content with Orlando's avoiding behavior. But his face lightened again after he’d sighed twice.

"You are very stubborn, Orlando Bloom. But you’ll have your way, because our time is too precious for arguments."

Orlando was very content with his victory. He waited a short while still standing close to Viggo- to see if Viggo would suggest that their precious time could perhaps be used for intimacy right away. Orlando would definitely not object to such a suggestion.

But Viggo said nothing; he just looked Orlando's face over and seemed to like what he found.

"Ok," Orlando said and guessed he had to step away now. "What do you want to eat?"

He got no answer at first. Viggo began arranging his ladder and then he felt the painted surface over with a sensitive hand. Orlando stared at him and closed his mouth quickly when he noticed he was gaping.

"Sorry," Viggo said eventually. "I just had breakfast Orlando- I don’t know what I want for lunch?"

Orlando took a few more steps back when Viggo needed access to his buckets of different sizes that had stayed overnight on Orlando's floor.

"You mean you are not hungry all the time," Orlando said and he meant it as a real question first but found it very funny. He laughed brightly and Viggo looked up at him; seemed surprised.

"I guess I am not," he said, and after three seconds of them looking at each other, Viggo stood up and took hold of Orlando's arms again.

"Your beauty is threatening to make me more of a thief than I already am," he said and it hurt a little when their mouths collided. Orlando tried to kiss Viggo back in the same rough fashion because it made Orlando crave Viggo much when Viggo kissed him like that.

But he did not want to hear what goods Viggo would steal, he did not want to think at all.

"I know what you like Viggo- I heard you say that about your local steakhouse." Orlando smiled proudly when he was in the hallway again after a trip to the fridge and back. He dialed the number to the store and remained two steps away from Viggo while he did. Sure he was in the way but as long as Viggo didn’t say anything…

"I will grill you something."

Orlando ordered food for him and Viggo and soil for the plants. Viggo thanked him for the consideration and Orlando put the phone in a back pocket. "I make a great barbecue sauce, you’ll be surprised!"

Ten minutes it took for Orlando to remove the leftover breakfast, cover the kitchen table with old newspapers, and move enough plants to the table for him to have room for the actual repotting activity. Then he found it totally ok to take a break and speak some to the carpenter again.

Viggo was up on the ladder and he now used the paint that would be the actual color of the walls. Dark red, almost brown paint flooded from the small roller. It made the room smaller but not in a claustrophobic way. It was tasteful and very daring.

Viggo gazed over his shoulder at Orlando. And he smiled.

"Do you like it?"

Orlando nodded; lowered his greedy eyes to the floor and couldn’t speak; he saw something in Viggo's face that scared the hell out of Orlando because he wanted it so much. And he was afraid Viggo should be able to tell how desperate Orlando was; to just lie down on his back and tell Viggo to press him down into the paper clad tile floor with the weight of his body.

Viggo had a body that Orlando didn’t believe existed; that could do things Orlando never had known took place on earth. Things that created a feeling like… in paintings where fat cherubs and exuberant angels and lust filled Rubenesque women rolled around in heavily draped beds. Orlando had felt very much like a novice in Viggo's bed but in a way that did not matter at all.

Or, it had mattered; Viggo had been turned on by Orlando's inexperience. When Orlando realized this where he stood in the midst of the hallway; trying to look casual with his hands in his back pockets; he held back a whimper. Viggo had been shaking with lust when he went over Orlando's skin with his mouth and his hands and Orlando had felt stripped of more than his clothes. But safe; safe and coveted; and that made the impact so strong it hadn’t reached Orlando's consciousness until right now.

"I will go and get the grill out," he said, voice faint.

The delivery girl was someone Orlando knew from the store. They spoke a bit and laughed and she looked curiously over Orlando's shoulder at Viggo. Orlando introduced them, it was a strange thing to do perhaps but Orlando didn’t realize until afterwards.

"Was it strange of me to introduce you to her?" Orlando had to ask immediately.

Viggo did not answer or tell Orlando off when Orlando asked his anxious questions; this Orlando began to recognize and appreciate a lot. Viggo just waited a few seconds and then asked almost the same question back.

"In what way would it be strange?"

Not that he didn't have an idea himself; Orlando had understood by now that Viggo had ideas about most things. But he wanted Orlando to think for himself; like he used to do before.

"In that… to her you are a painter who is here to paint my walls. But you could be a friend, of course, who is here to paint the walls as a favor…"

The bag was heavy in Orlando's arms and he added,

"…not that I have any friends here… but she doesn’t know that."

He put the radio on and he sang along to it, loudly, cheerfully, while he hurried with the preparations for lunch. Orlando didn’t eat much meat; Sean called him a rabbit; but today like at breakfast Orlando felt like eating lots and lots and lots of food. After Orlando had put the meat in the "you-will-be-surprised-marinade" he had planned to work on his plants but instead he went back to watch Viggo work again; love flooding his chest in sudden pangs.

"How is your home in Venice Beach?" Orlando asked.

"Not at all like your home here," Viggo replied, thoughtfully. "My house is not close to this well kept. One could perhaps think it should be since I am a carpenter- but when at home I am more of the poet, I’m afraid."

They both smiled.

"Is it more like your father’s home then?" Orlando asked.

"It is a bit like my father’s- but smaller."

"I like your father’s home a lot," Orlando said and thought for a while about old mister Mortensen's house.

Viggo stepped down on the floor and moved the small ladder. He continued spreading the paint on the wall and thought about something too for a while.

"The biggest difference though," he said eventually, "is that I seldom call the store to order groceries." He smiled. "I sometimes order pizza, but that’s about it."

Orlando knew that Viggo referred to the wealth of the Bloom-Astin household.

"I seldom do either!" Orlando tried. "You just happened to see me do it twice."

Orlando was eager to make Viggo see Orlando more like Orlando was. But- what was he, really? Today Orlando had definitely called the store out of sheer laziness.

Viggo spoke again.

"And in Venice, driving an Audi TT cab would be a… statement."

Orlando felt the laps of his ears go read.

"It is here, too. Sean did not want to buy it but I so much wanted a European car."

Orlando decided they had had enough of nervousness-evoking discussions.

"What is that cloth that hangs from your pocket for?" he asked.

"When I must wipe paint off my hands," Viggo said.

"You mustn’t often it seems?"

Viggo glanced at him, perhaps to see if Orlando joked. But he didn’t.

"I try to be careful. I am a carpenter, not a painter; I cannot afford to hurry… more than necessary."

"Must you hurry today?"

"Yes, a bit."

Why must Viggo hurry? Orlando did not

not not not not not not not not not not not not not not not not not not not not not not not

-want to know.

Viggo saw his unease and put the roller down, checked his hands for paint. Viggo then held Orlando and his warm embrace did what Viggo's words hadn’t been able to do- send the worrisome thoughts away.

"Do you like to be held by me?" Viggo asked and his voice was compassionate but also a bit amused.

"Is there a reason to why I should like to be held by you?" Orlando asked back the way Viggo had taught him and Viggo got the pass right away. He chuckled and made Orlando's head lean on a steady shoulder.

"I hope you have found reasons to like my embrace," Viggo said. He held Orlando's curly head tenderly and kissed Orlando's face again; incapable of resisting him it seemed.

Viggo should only know of all the reasons. He knew already maybe; Orlando didn’t know where to start so he hoped Viggo wasn’t in need of an answer right now.

"When I called the store the day before yesterday," Orlando asked instead, and nuzzled the skin on Viggo's neck with the nose. "…and you came up behind me- did you find me attractive then too?"

It was shameless, yes, but Orlando wanted to know.

"You were like a magnet." Viggo smiled, Orlando could tell. He was mocking Orlando a little but that was ok. "I felt alone in the kitchen though you had been gone just a minute."

Viggo kissed Orlando's temple and what parts of the head he could reach; slowly and carefully.

"Did you want to touch me then- already?" Orlando asked and adjusted his lower body for Viggo to feel against his stomach what the kisses and tender mocking did to Orlando. Oh, Viggo's flat and taut stomach- Orlando had felt it last night but far too little.

Viggo's voice was not smiling anymore when it spoke quietly and kissed Orlando's ear.

"When I helped you with the cut heat started in me. When you came to my father’s porch with the drinks and your smile was so shy yet so bright… I had to use all strength I could muster not to hold you and claim your mouth right there. That is why I didn’t drink you lemonade, Orlando- I couldn’t breathe."

Viggo's hands went up Orlando's sides slowly as he spoke, under the shirt, and Orlando couldn’t breathe either. But Viggo meant to do no more right then and he let go of Orlando.

"Yes you must work," Orlando said and he smiled when he tried to think about one week of sunshine and kisses and touches like these.

"Yes," Viggo confirmed but he grabbed Orlando quickly once more and kissed him briefly on the lips. Orlando had understood so much; Viggo wanted Orlando to smile, and when he smiled Viggo couldn’t resist him. It felt good- it felt very good- but the brightness of these new sensations created sharp and mighty shadows that lurked just behind Orlando's labored carefree façade.

He bit his thumbnail and pressed the fisted right hand to the slight hollow in this chest just under the breast bone. He stared at Viggo and rocked his own mind to as much calm as he possibly could-

"…I’ll check the soil and remove any fertilizer that has left white marks and I’ll trim any dry leaves off and trim any unnecessary branches; the leaves must be cleaned, I shall need a damp towel or that small brush- and shall I or shall I not use the leaf shine? I must check the roots on the dracaenas, I must check the Chinese wintergreen last time I repotted the soil got to soggy it mustn’t get soggy-"

Are you ok? Viggo asked and Orlando nodded.

"I think so."

Orlando had lit the grill and since he used coal it would be a while until he could put the meat on the rack. The sun was hot and the coast was clear; old mister Mortensen was not to be seen in his garden and the other neighbors were in the hospital with their newborn baby.

"He is to be called Milo," Orlando explained as he dropped his shirt on the deck and began wrapping a towel around himself.

"Hold on," Viggo said from the water; Viggo who had tried the water out a few minutes already. "Do not hide yourself- please."

Orlando stood completely still for a few seconds with the towel in his hand; tried to understand what it was that he was feeling. Was he embarrassed? Flattered? He never reached a conclusion but dropped the towel too and started unbuttoning his jeans.

It had not been easy to get Viggo to agree to this bath but when he had eventually, he just took his clothes off and walked into the pool after asking Orlando if he should shower first.

"No one uses this pool but we clean it ever so often, just swim," Orlando had replied while his eyes widened and he stared at Viggo's relaxed but not completely slack penis. His own member was hard already- that was the main reason for his reluctance to get undressed before Viggo.

Viggo met him when Orlando stepped into the water; he met Orlando and opened his arms, took Orlando in a crushing and wet grip.

"It is such a shame you have not known love before," he said. All the meanings that had; together with the feel of Viggo's soaked body and soaked hands that ran down Orlando's back made Orlando groan. "Do you ..." he said and then he kissed Viggo with all the fever and hectic longing he felt. He mustn’t let Viggo speak; Orlando kissed him until Viggo had hopefully forgotten what Orlando was about to ask.

Their lower bodies were close together and Viggo's cock was hard and eager too now. His breathing was strained.

"I am not much of a man; to desire you so when you are taken by another," Viggo said and Orlando held his head close to his own.

"Schhh…" he whispered. "Please, remind me how your mouth feels."

Viggo made him sit on the top of the tiled stair and sank himself into the water- sat on his knees on a lower step. Viggo guided Orlando down on his back on the sun heated stone and for a moment he did not do anything but look at Orlando below him.

"If I have gone this far, I can just as well keep walking," he said and parted Orlando's legs.

"There, up a little." He helped Orlando a bit further up on the stone and made Orlando cry out when his hands revealed Orlando's budding opening and his tongue pierced it in one steady thrust.

Part Three:two