vigorli

Title: The end of a hard day
Author:

obvmluver
Beta: Always the bestest,

littlegreenleaf
Pairing: V/O
Rating: PG-13, I think
Summary: The title says it all.
Disclamer: As fake as a fake can be.

Orlando gritted his teeth as he walked the stairs up to his hotel room. He knew he could have thought a little more about himself and taken the lift but it felt ridiculous because he could walk the two stories. He panted as he reached the second floor, not from exhaustion but his muscles were spasming so badly in his back. All he needed now was a couple of pain killers and a warm shower.

By the time he reached his door he found it difficult to stand upright. He was glad his back got this bad only a few times a year. Today he had been doing interviews and photoshoots until he felt like puking. All the sitting and standing in position knotted his already troublesome back muscles. He quickly closed the door with a bang as he finally got inside and leaned against it, tears running down his cheeks. He wasn't crying, though. The pain was worse than it ever had been after checking out of the hospital ten years ago. 'God', he whispered as the spasms seemed to intensify instead of going away.

Orlando felt like crawling into bed straight away but he knew he needed a shower and the pills.
"Orli?"
"Hi, Vig," Orlando said miserably, bending down trying to ease the pain a little.
"Are you okay?" Viggo asked pressing his warm hand on Orlando's back. The touch, no matter how gentle it was, sent a jolt of pain down to his toes and Orlando gasped. Viggo could feel Orlando's distress. The muscles were like steel under his open palm. "I think I can help you," Viggo whispered as he hugged Orlando and slowly straightened him up. Taking Orlando by the hand, Viggo led him to the bedroom. He started to unbutton the black button-down shirt Orlando wore.
"Vig...I'm not..."
"This is not what you think. All I need is you, naked from your waist up."
"Up?"
"Yeah. Up."
"Um...for what?"
"I bought a bottle of massaging oil today. I thought I'd give you a massage, working the kinks in your back and making you feel better."
"It's as if you knew I'd be in a shitty shape when I got back."
"I've lived with you for years. I think I know by now what makes your back hurt. And knowing you had countless of interviews and photoshoots today... they can only lead to this. I don't want to see you in pain."

Orlando pressed his forehead against Viggo's, brushed their noses together and sighed. "You're too good for me." he whispered smiling.
"Nuh-huh. Good ENOUGH for you, yes."

Viggo gently ran his hands along Orlando's collarbones and over his shoulders. The black shirt slid down to Orlando's elbows. Taking one hand into his at a time, Viggo opened the cuffs before releasing Orlando. The cold air hitting his skin after the shirt was completely removed made Orlando's nipples peak and goosebumps rise.
"Lie down on your stomach, hon, and enjoy. Close your eyes, if you want." Viggo hung the shirt to a rack while Orlando found himself a comfortable position on the bed. Then he retrieved the bottle from the bathroom and squirted some on Orlando's exposed back. Orlando twitched mumbling against the pillow that it felt cold. Viggo chuckled. "Not for long."

Viggo carefully started spreading the oil, stroking the hurting muscles with just enough pressure that the kinks and knots opened. "Mmmhhh...feels good," Orlando commented on the verge of falling asleep. "Smells good, too."
"Yeah. I had a hard time deciding what you'd like most so I bought Wild Forest. Suits my favourite elf well."
Orlando smiled and hummed. Straddling Orlando, Viggo added a little more pressure, eliciting a long moan from Orlando. He could feel how the deep, tense muscles loosened under his hands.

Orlando had almost fallen asleep when a whispered 'All done' brought him back to wakefulness. He stretched under Viggo and managed to turn around.
"Thank you. That was amazing. You have magical hands."
"So I've been told..." Viggo smirked.
"In a...slightly different situation." Orlando burst out laughing. "Yeah... I may have said it once or twice."
Chuckling Viggo got up and pulled down Orlando to sit. "Take a shower and I'll make supper, okay?" Pressing a kiss to Viggo's stubbly cheek Orlando made his way to the bathroom and enjoyed the warm water.

~FIN~