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nad_no_ennassaid she was missing my short fics so I dug this one up, did some edits and voila. I'm not totally happy with it, which is why it was languishing, but I really do need to get back to the short stuff. For what its worth, my dear!

Title: This Funny Thing Called Love
Author: ranmaru
Rated: PG-15
Summary: Love makes us crazy sometimes but it's worth it.
Disclaimer: The boys aren't mine, just the idea.

“You don’t mind if I go with the Hobbits on holiday, right?”

Viggo didn’t take his gaze away from the ocean when he said, “You don’t have to ask me.” He didn’t understand Orli’s constant need for reassurance but at the same time, he wondered if he’d feel less secure if his young lover didn’t ask.

“I figured you’d be with Henry so…”

It took a moment for the Dane’s eyes to adjust from the bright sunlight to the dimness of Orlando’s bedroom as he turned around. He wasn’t sure what Orli needed to hear, but the younger man had stopped packing to watch him. Viggo rubbed his neck. “What do you want me to say?”

Orlando shrugged and looked at the clothes-strewn bed. “I don’t know.”

“Neither do I.” He turned back to the window. It would be a month before he’d see Orli again and it was making him short-tempered and he didn’t feel like trying to make it better. What a selfish bastard you are, he thought bitterly.

“Why’ve you stopped talking to me?”

Viggo looked at Orlando in surprise. “What?”

“For the past week all we’ve done together is have sex. It’s like you’re finding reasons to not be around me.”

Viggo crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the window sill. He frowned as he thought about what Orli had said. “We had dinner on Thursday.”

“No, I had dinner on Thursday. You came in, sat down for five minutes then went to bed.” Orli stepped closer to the older man. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” Viggo reached out and pulled Orli closer. The younger man rested his hands on Viggo’s hips.

“I don’t want to leave like this.”

“You were right to plan your own vacation and yes, I’ll be with Henry for the better part of it but-” He leaned in press and gentle kiss to Orli’s lips. “You can’t expect me to be happy that I won’t see you for a month.”

“Is that it?” Orli sighed and wrapped his arms around Viggo’s waist. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“I’m not comfortable with heart to hearts,” Viggo admitted, laying his head on Orli’s shoulder. He loved the fact that they were nearly the same height.

“Why? They can be good for you.”

“Sometimes people say they want to hear but they really don’t. They don’t want the truth they just want you to make them feel better.” Viggo hated the cynicism in his statement but it was true.

“Well, this heart to heart worked out for me.” Orli began to run his blunt nails up and down Viggo’s back.

“Someday it might not.” Why did he say that? Orli’s hands stilled and Viggo called himself every kind of asshole as the younger man backed away until they were no longer touching.

“I never asked for forever,” Orlando said, his tone defensive but his eyes…Viggo hated making those brown eyes so uncertain.

“I know.”

“I didn’t even ask for it to last after production.”

Viggo frowned. “Stop it.”

“Why? You’re the one going on about the truth.”

“I’m not going to argue with you.” Viggo started to walk out of the room but Orli caught him by the forearm, his grip almost painful.

“You make me so crazy sometimes, you know?”

Viggo covered Orli’s hand on his arm and the grip gentled. “I want this to last as long as it can,” he said softly. “I love you.”

“Why do you-?” Orli shook his head. “No, don’t answer. Just-“ His kiss was hard and desperate, making Viggo ache.

Why do you love me? It was a question he’d heard Orli whisper in the dark when he’d thought Viggo was asleep. Viggo had never been sure of what to say so he’d stayed quiet until Orli had fallen asleep. He’d never tried to reason out his feelings for Orlando. He could name a hundred things he loved about the Brit but it wasn’t the same thing. He just loved him.

They came together hard and fast and when it was over, Orli hid his face in Viggo’s neck, while the older man held him so tight he wondered if Orli could breathe. Viggo stared up at the ceiling from his place on the floor and smiled when the bristles from Orli’s shaved head poked him in the neck.

“Foreplay is so underrated,” he said, smiling when he heard Orli chuckle.

“Sorry about that.”

“You don’t sound it.”

“I’m not. I’m being polite. It was really good.”

Viggo hummed in agreement. “Something to remember when you’re on the beach and getting the eye from some sexy young thing.”

“Male or female?” Orli raised up to look down at Viggo.

“Either.”

“Eh, I think I’ve developed a thing for older men. Older Danish men.”

“I’ll warn my father.”

“Oh now that’s just not right.”

Viggo grinned at his lover, feeling as though his orgasm had drained away the tension he’d been experiencing lately. “I think Henry and I may visit all of you, what do you think?”

“S’blomie will try to corrupt him.”

“Probably.”

“There won’t be any place to fuck.”

“True.”

“I’d love it. I won’t tell the others.” Orli snickered. “They’ll have to behave for a couple of days.”

“God forbid.”

“And…maybe I’ll come back early. We can go fishing again. Just you and me.”

Viggo felt his heart skip and wanted to laugh at how ridiculous that seemed. “Sounds perfect.” He let Orli kiss him for a while then, felt fingers in his hair tighten and release. He nipped his lover’s tongue and Orli pulled back snickering.

“Bite that off and you lose out on my excellent oral skills.”

“Mmm, can’t have that.” Viggo smiled up at the younger man. Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“You make me believe.”

Orli titled his head. “In what?”

“Just…believe. That’s why.”

He watched Orlando’s throat move as he swallowed then the Brit closed his eyes. He was smiling. Viggo brushed the backs of his fingers over Orlando’s cheek.

The End