Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: VM/OB

Summary: You know what they say about hindsight being 20/20. ..

Archive: My site only. 

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: semi-AU, angsty, mentions of cream facials and other hardcore behavior. 

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of this really happened.  The author is not associated with or is implying anything about the sexual preferences or the lives of the people depicted within. 

Author´s Notes: This was my entry for the January "Viggorously" challenge, which I wrote in Feb.  2004. I meant to revise it and re-post it, but it was one of those things I never got around to doing.  So here it is as I wrote it. 

Posted Jul.  12, 2008

Dec. 10th, 2003

Orli was reading over his script in the Caymans when his cell phone rang. He smiled when he saw the number flashing on the display -- it was Viggo. 

He hit a button and said cheerfully, "Hello, Vig! What can I do you for?"  It was his standard greeting phrase to Viggo to indicate to his lover that he wasn´t alone. 

Viggo replied tightly, "I need to speak to you alone. Now." 

Orli felt a lump forming in his throat. What was upsetting Viggo now? When Robin had blown a gasket after the L.A. premiere and insisted that he bail on the others, he thought that Viggo had understood. True, he wasn´t happy, but they had agreed that it was best for Orli´s budding career. He wondered if he should tell Viggo about Robin´s latest hair-brained idea. 

He said casually, in case someone happened to be listening. "Damn, I don´t remember giving your Swiss army knife back to you after I borrowed it from you in LA. Let me check my jacket."  There was only dead silence on the other end. Orlando´s legs felt wobbly as he walked to his trailer. Viggo usually chuckled at some of his excuses; since they were almost always private jokes about the last time they had sex. The knife reference alluded to the interesting way Viggo had tied him up in Wellington. 

He closed the door behind him with a click and locked it. "All right, love. All clear."  His heart began thudding. He hoped that it wasn´t something too serious. 

"I saw the photos this morning. The ones of you and Kate at the airport." 

What in the hell? "Viggo, I thought we agreed after L.A...." Orli began. 

Viggo cut him off abruptly. "I´m tired of this, Orli. Tired of you giving into Robin, tired of hiding." 

"Viggo, after Robin chewed me out, you said it was okay for me..."

"*I* didn´t say anything. *You* said after you got off the phone that Robin was completely pissed at you, and that if I cared for you at all, I wouldn´t bitch about you having to fly out in the morning. What the fuck was I supposed to do?" 

Anger bubbled to the surface. "Will you stop fucking cutting me off? You know I hate it when you do that!" 

"And how do you think I feel when you give me these ultimatums? ´Viggo, I *have* to work this insane schedule, if you loved me, you´d understand.´ ´Viggo, I´m sorry that we can´t even be seen in public together, but my career will go up in flames if we even hold hands. Robin´s giving me a beard, but that´s okay because you love me and you´ll always support me, right?´ I´m screwed if I bitch or say no to you." 

Where in the hell did that comment come from? "I never bloody said that, ever," Orlando replied. 

"Not in so many words, but that´s essentially what you were implying." 

"I *never* meant that," Orli said, feeling defensive. Why was Viggo bringing it up now? 

"Yes, you did. You just conveniently forgot about it. Just like you conveniently forget about calling me on days when you work late." 

"You forgot a few times when you worked late, too!"  Orli said petulantly. 

"That´s because I thought the only thing to get through to you was to see how you liked being on the receiving end of your careless behavior. I should have figured that it wouldn´t do anything." 

He couldn´t believe that he was hearing this. "Christ, Viggo! It was just a fucking phone call! It´s not like I bailed on you for important stuff." 

Viggo sighed. "And I´m fucking tired of being strung around like this, Orli. Give this up, or don´t bother coming back." 

"What???" 

"You heard me. It´s either your career or me. I´m tired of you waffling. Shit or get off the pot, but stop thinking that you can fucking have your cake and eat it, too." 

Orli ground his teeth together. "What the fuck?!"  he yelled. "Now *you´re* giving me an ultimatum! You fucking hypocrite!" 

"Orli, you´re avoiding the question. Are you going to fire Robin and stop with this Hollywood bullshit?" 

Orli winced. Viggo was doing the one thing he hated -- speaking to him like a child. 

"No," Orli said tightly. "I´m not." 

"I´m not bluffing this time, Orli. We´re completely finished. If you pull your usual and drop by several months from now, swearing that you´ll be better...I´m not going to take you in again." 

Typical Viggo. Had to get the last word. Orlando said harshly, "I´m not bluffing either, Viggo. I´ll have Dom pick up my stuff. We´re through."  He slammed the end button and threw his phone across the room. 

"FUCK!"  he screamed. Tears pricked his eyes and he held them back, upset with the world and with Viggo in particular. 

They had never had the easiest of relationships. It had been on-again, off-again ever since they finished the initial filming in New Zealand. Today was separation number five. And Orli was determined that it was going to be the last one. 

Angrily, he picked up his phone. It was miraculously still working, and he punched the speed dial for Robin´s number. 

"Orli!"  she said, far too cheerfully. "What´s on your mind, sweetheart?" 

"Hi Robin, I´ve changed my mind about your latest stunt. Now, when do you want me to propose to Kate?" 

****

Jan. 9th, 2009

Orlando smiled as the plane touched down at Wellington International. Peter had contacted him several months ago about the ten-year reunion he was throwing for the LOTR cast and crew, and Orlando had, of course, enthusiastically agreed. He missed New Zealand more than he could say, even with the bittersweet memories associated with it. 

He strolled down the jet way, remembering how nervous and eager he had felt when he had first arrived ten years ago with Billy. After he passed through customs, he looked around, trying to see if his ride was somewhere in the bustling crowd. 

"Orli!"  Karl shouted above the din. Orlando barely had enough time to brace himself before he was crushed in a bear hug. 

"Holy shit, I´m so glad to see you, mate!"  Orli replied, returning the favor. 

"Yeah, it´s been a while, hasn´t it? You´re always flitting to some distant part of the globe." 

Orlando said, "I just like to keep in mind that some day, the offers will stop pouring in." 

Karl grinned. "Well, at least you´re down to just one film a year. What is it, are you getting old?"  he teased. 

"Oh, sod off," Orli said. "I´m much more fit now than I was five years ago. I´ve just learned to take better care of myself." 

"And you were able to slow down because you got that Oscar for ´Elizabethtown,´" Karl said. 

"Yeah," Orli said. He suddenly felt somber. "Karl...man, I´m sorry that things didn´t take off for you in Hollywood..."

Karl waved him off. "Don´t worry about it, Orli. I´ve accepted that I won´t break out of the sci-fi genre. But I have nothing to complain about, I have a steady paycheck and that´s all that counts." 

Orli nodded as they fetched his baggage. "So, who else is here for the reunion?" 

"The hobbits arrived yesterday with Bean in tow, Liv arrived two days ago, Ian and Bernard showed up last week, I think Miranda is due this afternoon...and, um, Viggo arrived yesterday, too." 

Orli felt his stomach tighten. "Uh, how´s he doing? He doesn´t still hate me, does he?" 

Karl replied, "Orli, he´s never hated you." 

"Wha-What do you mean ´he´s never hated me?´ I was a complete bastard about flaunting my supposed relationship with Kate around after I dumped him. Hell, *how* many tabloids called us the new Bennifer?" 

"You´ll have to trust me Orli, he doesn´t hold that against you." 

Orli said, "Even after that marriage fiasco with Kate later?" 

"Not even then. And he didn´t go celebrating in the streets when you divorced her a month after that, either." 

"God, I was such a fucking wanker. I can´t believe I let Robin talk me into actually marrying her," Orlando said, running his hands through his hair. 

"At least you fired her after you got your head back on straight. We were all wondering when you would get sick of her." 

"Yeah, well...waking up with the sobering realization that I just completely cheapened myself for the Hollywood machine had that effect. I just felt...dirty." 

Karl didn´t reply, but Orli felt a twinge of pain as he remembered that time. He had been so upset by the breakup with Viggo that he allowed Robin to manipulate him however she pleased; which made it all the much sweeter when he decided to come out shortly after he filed for divorce. Robin had rung him up right after he came out of the closet, and she was about ready to skin him alive. Orli cheerfully told her to kiss his big gay arse before he told her to take a hike. 

Of course, both warm letters of support and vehement pieces of hate mail snowed him afterward. The hobbits and Liv were his primary source of support during those months, but he had heard no word from Viggo. 

Not that he was really expecting anything. Neither of them had spoken at all to each other since the breakup, and they both forbade their friends from interfering at all. 

"Well, the important thing is that you came around," Karl said. They had reached his car by this point, and as they got in, Karl grabbed a box from the backseat. "Here, present from Peter. Everyone attending the reunion is getting one." 

Holding his breath, Orlando carefully opened the box. He beamed when he saw a photo album inside, with a collage of on-set Legolas pictures pasted onto the front. 

"Holy shit," Orlando said breathlessly. 

"Peter actually saved all of Viggo´s Polaroids from the Cuntebago, and he hit everyone in the crew up for pics. He put everything he could find into personalized albums for everyone." 

"This is fucking fantastic, Karl. I owe Peter a big bottle of port for this." 

Karl replied, "You probably want to settle in before the dinner. I´ll drop you off at your hotel." 

***

Orli was lounging on the bed in his hotel room, the photo album open on his lap. He had tried not to think about Viggo at all for the past five years, but looking through the photos brought all of his experiences rushing back. 

Right now, he had it open to a picture of the cast in Cannes. If Orli had to peg a beginning point for the problems between himself and Viggo, Cannes would have been it. 

He winced as he remembered the pattern they had fallen into after the first time they had gotten back together -- anywhere from a few to several months together, a row and a decision to separate, no communication from each other for a few months, inevitably fucking each other when they next met, and then getting back together again. 

Orlando had long wondered exactly where they had gone wrong. Now, left with his thoughts, he decided to let the memories fade in...

****

May, 2001

He collapsed next to Viggo, sweat clinging to his body in the humid summer air. Viggo kissed him gently, caressing his bare head. 

"That has got to be the best fucking sex we´ve ever had," Orli beamed. "God, I missed you so much, Vig." 

"I missed you too, angel," Viggo said, love shining in his eyes. 

Orli stretched happily and chuckled. 

"What?"  Viggo said. 

"Oh man, I broke off a piece of the headboard while I was coming. I think the hotel will have your arse for that." 

"*My* ass? You were the one who did it!" 

Orli stuck his tongue out. "Yeah, but it was your cock that just gave me one of the biggest orgasms I´ve ever had."  He prodded Viggo with his finger. "So it´s your fault. You were also the one who wanted to ´talk.´"

"I really did want to just talk after you kissed me in front of that reporter."  Viggo caressed Orli´s cheek with his thumb. "Unfortunately, I can´t keep my hands off of you." 

Feeling elated, he sat up and starting bouncing on the bed. "Does that mean we´re officially back together?" 

"Orli..." Viggo said cautiously. 

"Viggo, please. I know that I can make it work this time. I never stopped loving you, ever," he said, looking at Viggo, silently pleading with him. "Just give me a chance?" 

Instead of answering immediately, Viggo was completely silent. "Vig, don´t you believe me?"  he asked, on the verge of tears. "I´m begging you..."

Viggo cupped his face. "Of course I do, angel. You know I can´t resist you." 

***

Orli milled around restlessly. It was sodding great to be at Cannes, but Viggo seemed to be avoiding him. His stomach clenched, wondering if Viggo had moved on and hooked up with someone else. 

He was so preoccupied that he didn´t notice when he collided with Elijah. 

"Fuck, I´m sorry ´Lij!" 

"´Sokay Orli. God, why are you such a space cadet today? FOTR is totally getting a shitload of good reviews...shouldn´t you be getting drunk with us?"  He indicated his spilled beer. "You owe me for this one, man." 

"Sorry...Vig´s just been acting weird around me." 

Elijah burped and said, "Life´s been hell for him since you decided to split, I think he´s entitled to act weird." 

"We didn´t break up, we just needed some space away from each other," he replied indignantly. He felt a stab of pain as he remembered their last conversation. He had been devastated after the call, and the only thing that had kept him sane was throwing himself into his work. 

"The way you two refused to even make comments about each other sounded more like a break up," Elijah retorted. "Couples needing space don´t refuse to hear news about each other." 

"Sod off, ´Lij." 

"Whatever...Viggo´s been living like a hermit ever since you had your whatever you call it."  Elijah swayed and said, "Hey, isn´t that him over there? Talking to that reporter?" 

Orli grinned. "Yeah, and I have a plan to get him to pay attention to me." 

*****
February 2001

Morocco was bloody hot. His knickers were clinging uncomfortably to his bollocks and the sand just made him cough. Still, this was going to be worth it. Even a minor part in a Ridley Scott film was a good resume booster. 

His cell phone chirped. When he saw the number, he bounced over to an empty alley, where he couldn´t be heard. 

"Vig! God, I missed you so much!" 

"Angel, are you okay?"  Viggo said, his gravelly voice touched with concern. 

"Um, yeah, why?" 

"You were supposed to call me two days ago." 

Crap. They had been hip deep in filming then. "Fuck! I´m sorry, Vig, we got busy...you know how it is." 

"Orli, you promised me that you would keep in touch once we left New Zealand, and you haven´t written or called." 

Orlando immediately felt both a pang of guilt and a flash of indignity. "Shit, I´m really sorry love, but I *need* to do well on this role. I´m just starting out, and I have to build my career. You do want me to succeed, don´t you?" 

Viggo sighed. "Orli, please don´t make me answer that." 

Why wasn´t Viggo giving him his unconditional support? "Why not? Do you want me to fail?" 

"No, angel, that´s not it. I..."

"Fuck you! You don´t think I can act, can you? Why don´t you have any faith in me?"  He couldn´t believe what he was hearing. 

"Angel...that´s not the point." 

Right. Now he was getting blown off. "Well then, what *is* the bloody point?" 

"Please don´t shout, Orli..."

That was it. Viggo´s lack of understanding was getting to him. "Then don´t piss me off, Viggo! Fuck, you *know* how important it is that I give one hundred percent to this role." 

There was a long pause. "Orli, I think we need some time apart." 

"What?" 

"I think..." Viggo sighed. "I need time to think this relationship over. And you need time, too." 

"But...okay..." Orli said, feeling drained. 

"I´ll see you at Cannes," Viggo said quietly. "Maybe we´ll be ready to pick things up by then." 

"Yeah, sure. Goodbye." 

"Goodbye, Orli." 

As he pressed the "END" button, he suddenly felt tired and very, very alone. "Fuck, what did I do wrong?"  he said wearily. 

*****
Dec. 2000

The wrap party was incredibly wild and raucous. Orli was quite comfortably drunk, and he had plopped himself in Viggo´s lap and was snuggled up to his lover, feeling content. He sat back a little, looking joyfully at Viggo´s face. 

"Hey, what´s with the Serious Face?"  Orli said, only slurring a tiny bit. "We´re supposed to be having a good time." 

Viggo said, "Guess I´m just reluctant to leave all this behind." 

"Awww, don´t worry, Viggo. We´re one big family, we´ll still see each other," Orli burbled. "We´re the Fellowship, right?" 

"Yeah," Viggo said, "it´s just...I wish we had more time together, angel." 

Orli kissed Viggo on the nose. "Don´t worry Vig. We love each other, right? Our relationship can survive any distance!" 

Viggo just cuddled Orli closer to him, holding on to him for dear life. 

****
June 2000

"Cut! All right, that´s it for the night, people!"  Peter called. 

"Thank God," Orlando muttered. He was completely chilled, and he couldn´t feel his toes any more. 

He purred when Viggo wrapped a blanket around him. "How are you doing, prissy elf?" 

"Fucking frozen. I think my bollocks hopped off my body and decided to move somewhere warmer, like Antarctica." 

Viggo said tiredly, "Yeah, this week was brutal. Um, can I ask you a favor?" 

"Sure," Orli said, ready to do anything that would get him closer to the object of his unrequited love. 

"I´m completely worn out. Can I crash on your couch?" 

Orli was too knackered to even retort with his usual teasing come-ons. "Of course you can, Vig." 

"Great, I´ll meet you at your car." 

Orli was too tired to bounce out of make-up, but the idea that Viggo was waiting for him added some haste to his steps. He still shivered with cold, and wondered if he would ever be able to feel warm again. 

Viggo was leaning casually against Orli´s car, looking utterly edible. Orli beamed at him before he open the doors and they climbed in. 

"God, I wonder if I´m going to turn into a fucking vampire at this rate," Orli grumbled. He flicked on the heat, but it was such a short drive to his place that the air didn´t have a chance to warm up. 

Although Viggo wasn´t actually shivering, Orli could tell by the way Viggo hunched up slightly that he was chilled to the bone, too. After he hastily let them it, he flicked the thermostat on. 

"It´ll take a while for it to kick in. One of the things I hate about this house is the fact that the heat doesn´t work very well," he said to Viggo, sincerely hoping that the cold permeating his every cell would soon go away. 

Viggo had collapsed onto the couch by this point, and Orli sat beside him. He patted Viggo´s arm and said, "Let me go heat up some water for tea and maybe you´ll feel better." 

He tried to get up, but Viggo suddenly grabbed his hand. "Oh fuck, Orli, your skin feels like ice."  He pulled Orli to him, cuddling him close. "Just stay here a bit, until you warm up." 

Orli didn´t argue. He had been in love with Viggo ever since they first met. As soon as he determined that Viggo wasn´t straight, Orli made a pass at him. Viggo good naturedly rejected Orli, telling him that it wouldn´t be wise for him to sleep with a co-star. 

Fortunately, Viggo didn´t seem to mind Orli touching him after that. The incident soon became a joke between them, and Orli´s outrageous flirting with Viggo soon became a standard sight on the set. 

It became such a fixture that the hobbits started placing bets each week on how much physical contact Orli could get away with before he broke Viggo´s concentration. 

Orli didn´t mind in the least. He had kept his true feelings hidden, and pretended that it was all a game. In the back of his mind, though, he wished things could have been different. 

While Viggo´s body heat warmed him up, Orlando pressed his face into the broad chest underneath him. A warm flush crept through his body as he inhaled Viggo´s musky scent. 

Sighing, he turned his head and pressed his ear against Viggo´s shirt. He heard a loud thundering, echoing the rapid beating of his own heart. 

He jerked back, his eyes full of wonder. "Viggo..." he said softly, reaching out hesitantly to caress the rugged face. Viggo caught his hand and gently pressed a warm kiss to it, making Orlando tremble with need. 

The events that unfolded next were inevitable -- their lips brushed against each other tentatively and soon turned into fevered kisses; their hands caressed over each other´s bodies, tearing clothes off frantically, contact was reluctantly broken to find lube and condoms. Then, after the necessities of safe sex were attended to, Orlando was straddling Viggo, biting his lip as he speared himself fully on Viggo´s cock. 

The sex was hot, explosive, and everything that Orlando had ever wanted. As they snuggled together afterward, Orlando whispered, "I love you. Do you love me?" 

Viggo said, "I always have, Orli." 

"Then why did you turn me down way back when?" 

"Wasn´t ready...nrmph," Viggo murmured, the last word practically incomprehensible. Exhaustion had finally taken its toll, and he fell asleep, nestled against Orlando on the floor. 

Orli grinned, snuggling against his new, and very first serious love. All would be well from now on. 

*****

Jan. 2009

Orli sighed as his memories returned to the present. He had been so naive then, taking Viggo for granted, taking everything they had for granted...

He sat up suddenly, replaying through his memories, finally seeing his monumental error. He had never really had a relationship before he met Viggo. Ever. Unfortunately, having never had any relationship experience, he had come in with completely unreasonable expectations. He had expected that all of their differences in schedule, his career, the traveling...all that would take care of itself because they loved each other. 

He definitely needed to talk to Viggo at the reunion party tomorrow. 

***

Peter had decided to throw the reunion party outdoors. There was enough food to feed an army of hobbits, and everyone was happily getting drunk and reminiscing. 

Orli sipped his drink, aimlessly wandering through the crowd to look for Viggo. Just as he was about to give up, he spotted his former love. 

His breath caught. Viggo was a little grayer at the temples, but he was just as sexy as he had been five years ago. 

Orli walked up to him and said, "Hi, Vig." 

Viggo smiled. "Hi. How are you doing, Orli?" 

"Do you want the truth, or the polite small talk version?" 

"You know what I´d prefer," Viggo replied, with that patient smile of his. 

"Yeah," Orli toyed with his glass. "Viggo, can I talk to you alone? I have something important to tell you." 

Viggo looked uncomfortable, but he nodded. Orli lead them off to a copse of trees. He sat down in the grass and motioned for Viggo to do the same. 

After Viggo was seated, Orli took a deep breath and said, "Vig, I´ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, and..." He twitched nervously, his words sticking in his throat. God, why was this so hard? 

Viggo put his hand on top of Orli´s, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. Orlando swallowed before he continued, Viggo´s unspoken support helping him to find his courage. "I wanted to tell you that you were right...what you said during our last row. Ever since Cannes, I have been emotionally blackmailing you every step of the way. Can...uh, can you forgive me for having my head up my arse?" 

Viggo pulled him close, burying his nose in Orli´s hair. "Of course I can, Orli," he said. 

Orli felt a surge of pure happiness jolt through his system, making him feel giddy. "Oh God, thank you, Vig! Shit, I just wish I could´ve figured it out sooner, my life´s been a total fucking wreck since then." 

"But, I´ve heard that you were dating..."

"Yeah, I tried to after I came out. Nothing lasted. I missed what I had...I missed the connection I had with you," Orli said ruefully. 

"Orli..."

"It´s okay, Vig. I´m not proposing that we get back together; I just want to explain myself. I shouldn´t have pushed you so much, but I´ve never been in a serious relationship before. I didn´t know what to do, but I sure as hell was determined to make it work, no matter what it took. The problem was, I thought that all I had to do was jump in and fix it, and everything would work."  Orli shook his head. "What a crock that turned out to be." 

Viggo replied, "You were still young, Orli." 

"Yeah, and if I had a chance to go back in time, I´d kick my twenty-something arse up and down the block for being such a cunt," Orli growled. "Fuck, I pushed us apart because I still had shit for brains." 

Orli looked deep into Viggo´s eyes and said, "I´m sorry that I put you through hell while I was trying to figure out everything."  He paused, remembering an unsolved question. "Vig?" 

"Uh huh?" 

"Do you remember our first night together?" 

Viggo grinned. "How could I forget it?" 

"Do you remember what you were saying just before you passed out?" 

Viggo frowned. Orli helpfully said, "When I asked you why we didn´t get together sooner, you mumbled something about not being ready."  He continued, "At the time, I thought you meant that you weren´t ready for a relationship with a younger man...but you were talking about me, weren´t you?" 

"I never meant for you to hear that," Viggo said, looking ashamed. 

"You were right, though. I wasn´t ready. But even with all of that pain and agony...that´s not the worst of it, Vig." 

"Oh?" 

Orli replied softly, "The worst part is that I really still do love you."  He tried to hide his face, afraid of Viggo´s reaction. 

But Viggo wouldn´t let him. He cupped Orli´s chin, preventing him from turning away. "I still love you too, Orli," he said. 

Orli couldn´t believe his ears. "Really?" 

"Really. And you´re not the only one with rocks in your head. Part of it was my fault." 

"Your fault?" 

"I really should have had more patience with you, and discussed things more openly. But I kept hoping that you´d see what you were doing...and when you didn´t, I let my temper get the better of me." 

Orli sighed. "So much for age giving you perspective. Does the ´God, I was such a cunt at such and such an age´ feeling ever stop?" 

"I´m afraid not." 

Orli picked up a branch at his feet and threw it at the trees. "Viggo?" 

"Hmm?" 

"Why did you even sleep with me in the first place? You could have said no that night." 

Viggo said sheepishly, "Because you´re so fucking gorgeous that I let my cock do my thinking for me." 

Orlando laughed, burying his face in Viggo´s shirt. "I´m not surprised," Orli choked, "it´s big enough to pull a substantial amount of the blood out of your brain." 

"No, it isn´t," Viggo said. 

"Is too," Orli cheekily replied, lifting his face so that he could stick his tongue out. 

Viggo stuck his much longer tongue out and flicked it against Orli´s nose. 

"Ick! You filthy human!"  Orli said. "So much for being mature."  The two of them laughed together and began mock wrestling, tumbling on the grass. 

They eventually broke apart, snickering like mad. "So now what?"  Viggo said, the tone of his voice serious again. 

Orli rolled onto his side, propping his cheek on his elbow. "I´m leaving that completely up to you. I just want you to know that I´ll be fine with whatever you decide."  He reached out to stroke Viggo´s face. "However, if you feel that trying again is worth a go, I´m willing to work on our issues...together."  He licked dry lips, wondering if he had made another mistake. 

Viggo gave Orli one of his dazzling smiles in response. "You mean that?" 

For the first time in years, Orli felt the tightness lifting from his heart. "Yeah. It´s fucking taken me this long to realize that if we´re going to stay with each other, I need to learn to listen to you and come to an agreement instead of just trying to fix everything by myself and bulldozing over you in the process."  He noticed that Viggo hadn´t said anything, and was looking at him as if he were awe struck. "Um, Vig...is that okay?" 

In response, Viggo crushed his lips against Orli´s, his tongue hungrily demanding entrance. Orli moaned, letting Viggo stroke his tongue against his, losing himself in Viggo´s heady caresses. 

A small part of his brain reminded him that this wasn´t his intention. Reluctantly bracing his hands against Viggo´s chest, Orli pushed them apart. 

"Vig," he said, gasping. "Stop." 

"What?"  Viggo replied, completely puzzled. 

"We keep getting off on the wrong foot by shagging first, and then trying to muddle through stuff later. We shouldn´t do this." 

Viggo growled, "First of all, now that you´ve identified the source of our problems, I don´t think falling into bed will change anything. Second, you´re trying to fix things on your own again. Which you said you wouldn´t do. Third..." he paused to nip at Orli´s neck. 

"What?"  Orli breathed. 

"I´m fucking horny," he said as he grabbed Orli´s crotch. Orli gasped and bucked into Viggo´s hand. "And so are you. And *we* have a problem with thinking when that happens." 

Orli had a hard time arguing with Viggo´s very persuasive reasoning. "Um, okay. My room or yours?"  he said, trying to gather some semblance of coherency. "I, um, always bring supplies with me," Orli admitted sheepishly. 

"Your room, then," Viggo replied. 

They slipped out of the party quietly, knowing that their friends would understand. Orli drove back to his hotel as quickly as he reasonably could. 

Once the lift doors closed behind them, Viggo pressed Orli against the wall, his hard crotch grinding into Orli´s butt. "I missed you so much, angel...missed having my hard cock sink into your hot, tight ass," Viggo purred, his voice as lethal and sexy as ever. 

Orli felt his knees turn to water. "Fuck, Vig..." he breathed. 

"I´ve only had my hand for company lately. You´re lucky that I don´t explode as soon as you touch me...but maybe you´d like that, having my come spray all over you hand...or maybe I should coat those pretty cheeks of yours? I loved doing that in the past, you know." 

"Vig...God, want you now," Orli whimpered, aching deep within his body. Why was the sodding lift taking so long? Didn´t it understand that he needed to get naked with Viggo as soon as possible? 

As if on cue, the doors finally opened, and Orli bolted down the hallway to his room with Viggo in tow. Orli´s hands shook as he tried to open the door, his task made more difficult by Viggo lightly stroking his nipples through his shirt. After a couple of fumbles, he managed to slip the cardkey into the slot and push the door open. 

He and Viggo practically fell into the room, tearing at each other´s clothing. Orli latched his mouth hungrily onto Viggo´s, never breaking contact as they backed towards to the bed, garments flying through the air as they stripped each other with blinding speed. When Orli´s legs bumped into the mattress, he allowed himself to collapse backward, pulling Viggo´s muscular body on top of his own. 

Orli moaned as their bare flesh connected, cocks sliding deliciously against each other. Viggo reached over Orli´s head, pulling open the drawer on the nightstand and retrieving the condoms and lube. 

"Some things never change," Viggo said with a laugh as he opened the package and rolled the latex onto his hard shaft. He began to coat his fingers with lube, but Orli stopped him. 

"Let me prep myself," Orli said. "I know you love a good show."  He grabbed the lube and squeezed it onto two fingers. Smiling at Viggo, he spread his legs open as wide as he could manage, using his other hand to pull his bollocks up. As Viggo watched him, Orli quickly plunged his slick digits into his entrance. 

"Oh Christ..." Orli breathed, moaning softly. He began to move his fingers within the tight channel. "God, I missed feeling you inside of me, Viggo...missed feeling your cock fucking me over and over again."  Orli brushed across his prostate and arched up slightly, crying out. 

Viggo pulled the lube out of Orli´s hand and promptly squeezed it onto his cock. After he was done coating himself, he tossed the bottle aside and pulled Orli´s legs onto to his shoulders. 

"Guide me," he rasped, lust blazing in his eyes. Orli popped his fingers out and grabbed Viggo´s diamond hard erection, positioning it carefully. 

"Fuck me, Vig," Orli purred. "Fuck me good and hard. That is..." he said, mischief glinting in his eyes, "if you think you can get those old bones of yours to still give me a good shagging." 

Viggo promptly entered Orli with a heart-stopping thrust. Orli screamed, digging his fingernails into Viggo´s back. Viggo immediately started pounding into Orli, gliding over his prostate. Shocks traveled through Orli´s body, and he writhed underneath Viggo, hips thrusting up to meet Viggo´s pistoning hips. 

"Old?"  Viggo said, jabbing Orli deeply. "Who´s old? I don´t feel that way...especially not when I´m balls deep inside of you. God, you´re so tight, Orli...so fucking hot around me..."

"Harder," Orli moaned. "I want to feel it tomorrow." 

Viggo cradled Orli´s arse in his hands and he began to slam into Orli as hard as possible, causing the bed to creak wildly. 

"God...don´t stop..." Orli gasped, before Viggo jabbed deep into him again. "Oh fuck!"  he cried out, shuddering as another stroke passed over his prostate. He grabbed his aching cock, and began stroking it in time to Viggo´s rapid thrusts. 

"Vig...I´m not going to last long..." he said, squeezing his cock. He bit his lip, teetering on the edge of release. 

"Come for me, angel," Viggo crooned, "I want to see your face as your hot load spills over your fingers...and then I want to see you suck every drop off..."

"Fuck...VIGGO!"  Orli screeched, his hips slamming upward as he climaxed. As his orgasm shook his body, he clamped down on Viggo, squeezing him. 

Viggo groaned and slammed once more into Orli before he threw his head back, roaring as he came. Every muscle in his body stood out in relief as he arched back, and then he collapsed on top of Orlando, panting heavily. 

Orli said, "Viggo...look here."  When Viggo obeyed, Orlando lifted his hand to his mouth, lasciviously cleaning off the pearly fluid. 

"You´re going to kill me," Viggo moaned. 

Orlando chuckled. "You love it, filthy human."  He brushed Viggo´s sweat-damp hair aside with his clean hand. "Okay, I take that back. You´re not old. That has got to be the best fucking orgasm of my life." 

Viggo frowned. "Couldn´t be, you didn´t destroy anything."  He grabbed the condom and pulled out of Orlando reluctantly, disposing of it in a wastebasket before he returned to bed. 

Orli pulled Viggo to him and kissed his forehead. "I carved up your back pretty well, does that count?" 

Viggo smiled. "It might."  He flicked a thumb over Orli´s nipple, listening to him gasp. "I´ll need another round before I can really make a judgment call." 

"Mmm, well...I can´t object to that."  He kissed Viggo softly. "I love you, Vig." 

"I love you too, angel." 

Orli laced their hands together. "We´re going to make this work from now on, yeah?" 

"Yeah." 

THE END

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