Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: SB/OB, VM/OB

Summary: Reflection the morning after. 

Archive: Mirrormere, VOLA.  All others please ask.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: More angst, sorry folks.  (But you should know me by now.) Brief squicky dream imagery, schmoopy sex, lots of exposition. 

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: Sorry that this chapter took so long, but I really wanted to flesh things out and fill in some gaps in the series.  There´s a lot of thinking and analyzing in this chapter, so pardon the talkiness. 

Posted July 10th, 2007

Orlando´s mind was going into overtime after Sean left him, trying to figure out the reason for his odd behaviour. The only part he could suss out was the leaving in the morning thing that Sean had done. It was a typical bloke thing -- you have a great shag, then take off to sleep in your bed because it´s more comfortable. It wasn´t something Orlando was into, since he thrived on physical contact; but that didn´t mean that he couldn´t understand another man´s perspective on it. 

Although in Sean´s case, it wasn´t that he minded snuggling -- he just hated how restless Orlando was in bed. Orlando´s boundless energy never wound down at the end of the day; he would carry it over into the night and thrash around on the mattress, poking and shoving whoever was next to him. 

Fortunately, Viggo thought it was cute, but Sean was not amused at all. At best, it kept Sean awake. At worst... Orlando remembered an incident that had happened a month before they had wrapped principal photography. 

Sean was visiting, and after he had a joyous reunion with Viggo, the three of them had retired for the night. Somehow, Orlando had managed to reach over Viggo and tag Sean square in the face with his elbow. He was unaware of the incident until he noticed the shiner Sean had in the morning. After finding out what had happened, Orlando gave Sean his best puppy dog expression and promised to never do it again. 

Then Orlando destroyed his credibility the next night when he shoved Sean out of the bed while Viggo was taking a late night piss break. 

In retrospect, Orlando realized that he probably shouldn´t have fallen down laughing when Sean confronted him the next morning. Sean had glowered at him, and then hauled Orlando up over his shoulder and ran out onto the deck, ignoring Orli´s protests that he was only wearing boxers and wasn´t decent. Before Orli could struggle free, Sean had sprinted down the beach and tossed him out into the water. 

Orlando yelped as soon as he hit the ocean. He swore up a blue streak as he climbed out, bitterly complaining about the wet pants clinging to his bollocks. The interesting thing is that he spotted a flicker of hunger in Sean´s eyes when he emerged. 

He was sure that he made quite a sight -- long, wet curls plastered in a fetching manner to his head; nipples pert from the frigid water, and soaked boxers accenting to every curve of his arse. The fact that Viggo tackled him moments later and shagged him out on the beach convinced Orlando that he was indeed a sexy beast at that moment. But the real question was whether or not Sean really wanted him. 

Orli paid more attention to Sean´s reactions for the rest of the day, and he noticed that when they were around Viggo, Sean treated him as he normally did. When they were alone, however, his gaze seemed to linger on Orlando a bit more; and his body language indicated a hint of interest. At that point, Orlando decided on a campaign to fan that interest into something more. 

He toyed around with actually fucking Viggo in front of Sean, but he discarded that idea, because he wanted to make sure that Sean was purely attracted to him, as opposed to it being a heat of the moment thing that Sean would dismiss as a fluke in the morning. 

Now that he had a plan, Orlando put it into action. Sometimes he employed subtle methods, such wandering into the kitchen shirtless while Sean was there alone. 

And sometimes he took the sledgehammer approach. His favorite was when he "forgot" to tell Sean that he needed the house to himself. Sean had walked upstairs to their bedroom, and was greeted by the sight of Orlando on all fours, fucking himself blind with a dildo. After a long pause, Sean had made some pithy remark and exited, but the bulge in his crotch was unmistakable. 

Orlando had continued in this fashion for the rest of Sean´s visit, always wondering if he was making progress. There were some days where Sean seemed more interested than others, but he never made a move either way. Orlando couldn´t tell what that Northern Bastard was thinking when he finally left. 

If there was one thing Orlando had, it was endless reserves of optimism. That´s what drove him to ring Sean up when he was about to start filming the Calcium Kid. He hoped that with some creative whinging, he could persuade Sean to let him stay at his place, and then he could make his move. 

That wound up backfiring. Sean made some excuse, and when Orlando pressed the issue, he was firmly rebuffed. He hoped that he could try again when he returned to L.A. for his night out in drag, but Sean seemed uninterested when Orlando had presented him with a clear offer. Orlando felt like they were sliding back to square one, and he was more than a bit snarky later. When Viggo grew tired of the tension between them, Orlando decided that he just had to deal with the fact that Sean wasn´t ready to take things a step further. 

That resolution turned out to be temporary. After another one of his fantasy sessions, where he had brought himself to climax by imagining that he was shagging both Sean and Viggo, Orlando was determined to make that fantasy a reality. 

He started ringing up Sean and after they related the events of the day, he tried to steer the conversation towards sex. Talking about sex would then lead to Orlando purring out some of the things he wanted Viggo to do to him. 

As time went on, Orlando tried to change the wording of his fantasies, mentioning Viggo by name less and less. He was hoping that Sean would start substituting himself, but Sean never gave any indication either way. Sometimes he sounded more interested, sometimes he didn´t. Orlando was determined to chip away at his resistance, though, which is why he was chuffed as hell when Sean had finally cracked last night. 

Although it still puzzled him why Sean didn´t say goodbye before he left. It´s not as if Orli was a girl and would get stroppy about Sean taking off. He´d just smile, give Sean a messy kiss and purr out something suggestive. Disappearing into thin air like he did was downright rude. 

Orlando´s stomach rumbled at that moment, and he decided that he´d worry about it tomorrow. Maybe Sean would be in a better mood by then. 

****

The next day was long and exhausting. Orlando had an early call, and he was so busy afterwards that he didn´t have a chance to look for Sean. Not that he could do much right now. The weather climbed well into the thirties again and Orlando found his eyes drooping between takes. 

He was sitting on a train next to Eric and Brad. They were all dressed in long black trench coats and each of them had sunglasses on. 

"Ow!"  Orlando said when he landed on the ground with a hard thump. He blinked for a few moments, and when he got his bearings again, he realized that he had been having a nightmare. A pretty big one, judging by the fact that he tumbled out of his chair and almost kissed the dirt. He was still trying to re-orient himself and shake off the remnants of the nightmare when he noticed that Eric had jogged over to his side. 

As Eric helped him to his feet, he said, “Shit, are you okay?”

Orlando breathed in and out steadily, trying to calm himself down. His heart was beating at a rapid clip, and he felt ill. "Yeah, just nodded off." 

Eric clasped Orlando´s hands in his own. "Your hands are shaking. You sure?" 

"I´m fine, man."  The last thing Orlando needed was Eric fussing over him like a mother hen. 

"Don´t give me that," Eric´s voice took on a stern tone. "Something scared the shit out of you." 

"Maybe it was seeing you get rogered by a dog," Orlando muttered. 

"Excuse me?" 

"You heard me. I dreamed that there was a mutt treating your leg like it was the hottest bitch in the dog kingdom. And you were starkers, which was *really* disturbing. Although that wasn´t as bad as Bob Shaye trying to shag me. I´m going to have to poke my eyes out after seeing that one." 

Eric had an odd expression on his face, as if Orli had just announced that he had fried up Wolfgang for breakfast. "I think you should check the catering tent and make sure they didn´t spike your food with LSD or something." 

"Sod off, I´m fine."  Orlando said this with more than his usual bravado because he still couldn´t shake off the memory of those last few moments before he woke up. 

"You´re white as a sheet. Come on, Orlando, what´s bothering you?" 

No. He couldn´t let this defeat him. And he knew exactly what he needed to do. "Nothing, mate. How about a round of cliff jumping after we wrap?" 

"You´re mad." 

"Completely nutters. Gone around the bend, I have. Come on Eric, what do you say?"  He open his eyes wide, looking at Eric with as much vulnerability as he could muster. 

Eric appeared lost in thought and then a slow grin spread over his face. "I´d say...can I grab anyone else?" 

Orlando beamed at him. Eric was a great older brother. "Hell yeah. The more, the better." 

Further plans were interrupted by an assistant. They were needed on set, so Orlando and Eric had to table the discussion. Between takes, they took the opportunity to start spreading the word around. 

Orlando´s luck was with him. After he had talked one of the camera crew into going, he spotted Sean at the water cooler. Knowing that he couldn´t waste this chance, Orlando tackled Sean and they both tumbled to the ground. 

Oh yeah, maybe a little friendly wrestling could settle this all out. He was unprepared for Sean´s flat voice saying, "I´m needed on set, Orlando, could you please get off of me?" 

Orlando blinked again and rolled to the side. Sean had that "don´t arse around with me" expression, and it was pretty clear that he wasn´t in a playful mood. 

"Uh, okay, mate," Orlando said before he let Sean go. He ran his hand through his curls as he watched Sean disappear off into the distance. 

Eric approached him and said, "I heard that. Who pissed in his porridge this morning?" 

"I don´t know, man. He´s been kind of avoiding me, but this is the first time he´s actually been narked." 

"What did you do?" 

"Fuck, I´m not a mind reader! I mean, maybe I did something while we were sleeping after our shag. I might have kicked him in the bollocks or maybe I drooled on his shoulder or..."

"Well, it´s obvious he wants some time alone, though. Guess you´ll have to wait it out." 

"Christ!"  Orlando muttered. He hoped that Sean would pull his head out of his arse and they could get back to fucking. 

***

Over the next week, Sean continued his odd behaviour, and Orlando had given up. If he wanted to be left alone, alone was what Orlando was going to do. 

He was pretty damn frustrated now, and he spent his free time sulking in his trailer. He was idly shuffling around between takes when the sound of "Hungry Eyes" played from his mobile. Orlando almost damaged the antenna in his haste to answer it -- only one person had that ringtone. 

"Oi, what´s up, old man?" 

A warm, husky chuckle came over the receiver. "We´ve hit a snag in filming, so I have a few days off. You mind a visit, Elf Boy?" 

"Mind??? Get your sexy arse over here this minute and I´ll show you how much I mind." 

"Then maybe you should look outside." 

The phone almost flew out of Orlando´s hand as he scampered over to the door and whipped it open. His breath caught in his throat when he saw Viggo standing there, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement. Orli immediately flung himself into Viggo´s arms and kissed him with the force of a whirlwind. 

"Fuck, did I miss you," he said when he came up for air. He had Viggo´s face cupped in his hands, and he rubbed his thumbs over the stubble, sighing happily when he caressed the rough skin. 

"And I missed you, baby," Viggo replied. He leaned closer and purred, "Want me to show you how much?" 

Orlando grinned and tugged Viggo inside, making sure to lock the door closed behind him. As soon as they had privacy, he clasped Viggo´s face in his hands again and devoured his mouth. Orlando poured all of his love and passion into the kiss, the separation of the past few months adding a tinge of anxiety and eagerness to their reunion. 

When they parted, Viggo nuzzled Orlando´s throat and latched onto the sensitive patch at the base of his neck. Orlando moaned when Viggo began to nibble at that spot, soothing the ache from the tiny bites with his tongue. Heat suffused Orlando´s entire body and his knees buckled. 

Unable to wait any longer, Orlando walked them both backward towards the bed, pausing once in a while to peel off an article of either his or Viggo´s clothing. By the time they tumbled onto the mattress, they were both gloriously naked, drops of perspiration beading on their flesh as they caressed each other. 

"God, you´re beautiful," Viggo purred as he squeezed Orlando´s arse. "I can never get enough of you." 

He slid down, dropping kisses over every inch of Orlando´s overheated skin, teasing him until the only sounds Orli could make were strangled moans. He lingered over Orlando´s tattoo, running over the lines with long swipes of his tongue, every motion slow and reverent. 

"Viggo..." Orli choked out. His head was spinning like mad and he couldn´t string two words together. He was burning up with need, aching to feel Viggo inside him again. 

Viggo captured Orlando´s lips again and rolled fully on top of him, rubbing their hard cocks together. Jolts shot through Orlando at the contact, and he hungered for more. He arched his back, wrapping his legs around Viggo´s waist and bucking against him. 

"Vig..."  he moaned. "Need you."

Orlando´s next words dissolved into a mewl because Viggo flicked his tongue against one of Orli´s nipples, teasing the sensitive flesh until it furled into a hard nub. 

"Uh uh. I want to enjoy this," Viggo said before he started rolling his hips, grinding his dripping erection against Orlando´s. Drops of fluid welled in copious amounts out of the tip, easing the friction until they were sliding against each other. 

Orlando felt like he was going to explode. Viggo was slowly driving him mad, sucking on his nipple while he continued to rub their cocks together. Unable to take it any longer, Orlando flexed as hard as he could and used his newfound strength to heave Viggo onto his back. He kept his thighs locked in place, so that he was on top, straddling Viggo´s pelvis. 

"Guess you´re not a frail elf anymore," Viggo said with a laugh. 

Orlando blew a raspberry at him. "Wanker," he said affectionately before he reached over to the bedstand. 

He yanked a drawer open, spilling a few of the contents while he fumbled for the lube. Viggo laughed as Orlando let out a hearty curse, but he redeemed himself by sitting up and kissing Orli´s pouting mouth. 

Orlando squeezed the gel out onto his fingers and reached down, throwing his head back as he slid two fingers into his entrance. He pumped them, letting his head fall back as he lost himself in sensation. A husky moan from Viggo reminded Orlando that better things were waiting for him. He pulled his fingers out and applied lube to Viggo´s prick, pausing a moment to toss the bottle aside before he positioned himself right over the tip. 

Viggo smiled and entwined his hand with Orlando´s. They looked deep into each other´s eyes as Viggo pushed up and breeched Orlando´s entrance. As the hard shaft filled him, Orlando reveled in the feeling of being joined with the love of his life once again. 

He bent down and captured Viggo´s lips, letting their breaths mingle as he bobbed up and down, crying out when Viggo´s cock brushed over his sweet spot. The humid air caused sweat to cascade down their hard muscles as they moved in tandem; coming together with long, deep thrusts. 

The languid pace couldn´t last forever, and Viggo started jabbing upward, his strokes becoming short and sharp. Orlando cried out and responded by rippling his internal muscles along the length of Viggo´s cock, squeezing and hugging every inch. Whatever control Viggo had maintained just snapped at that point. He dug his fingers into Orli´s hips and began to pound away, burying himself as deep as he could with every thrust. Orlando wailed and met Viggo with equal force, riding him faster and faster until Viggo grabbed Orli´s bobbing cock and tugged on it. 

With a wild cry, Orlando arched back and came, splattering Viggo´s chest with pearly drops of fluid. He clamped down hard, squeezing Viggo´s cock as he rode out his orgasm. That action caused Viggo to slam up and roar, his cock pulsing as he filled Orlando with hot fluid. Orlando moaned and flexed his his arse, trying to milk every drop out. 

As they were coming down, Orlando swiped his finger through one of the trails of pearly liquid dappling Viggo´s chest. Holding Viggo´s gaze, he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it clean. He grinned when he felt Viggo´s cock twitch inside of him. 

"Up for another round already?"  Orlando teased. 

Viggo responded with a long yawn. "Sorry. I was already working on no sleep when the break was called, and then I had to stay up in order to catch the plane." 

"Don´t worry about it, luv. I´m just glad you´re here," Orlando said. 

He didn´t want to move, but they were starting to stick to each other. With reluctance, he pulled himself off Viggo´s cock and went into the bathroom. He returned with a damp washcloth, and he noticed that Viggo was on the verge of drifting off. His breathing had become shallower, and he had flung an arm across his eyes. 

"Just relax," Orli cooed. He kept his touches gentle, trying to not disturb Viggo as he wiped them down. 

After Orlando was done, he tossed the washcloth into the hamper and burrowed against Viggo´s chest feeling content for the first time in days. Viggo mumbled unintelligible and wrapped an arm around Orlando´s waist. 

Orlando was about to kiss Viggo again when a wave of lethargy swept over him. He let out a loud yawn and said, "Damnit, this heat is getting to me. I´m completely knackered." 

Viggo cracked an eye open and replied, "A nap for both of us wouldn´t be a bad idea."  His voice had become even huskier, and it was obvious that he was forcing himself to stay awake. 

"You promise not to go running off and acting odd around me just because I shagged you?"  Orlando blurted. 

"Why would I do that?"  Viggo replied. 

Orlando silently cursed his motor mouth and wished that his life had an erase button. As is, maybe he could cover up his slip. "Um, nothing." 

The mattress shifted and Viggo was now face to face with Orlando. Viggo´s eyes were bloodshot, and had prominent dark circles underneath, but Orlando knew from experience that Viggo wasn´t going to let himself rest at this point. "Orli...what are you talking about?" 

"Well, I shagged Sean." 

Viggo´s face stretched into a wide grin. "It´s about fucking time." 

Orlando wished he could feel as elated as Viggo was. The thoughts of what happened afterward replayed in his mind. "He didn´t seem to think so. It was one of the most brilliant shags ever, but I guess Sean thought different, because he´s been avoiding me like I have typhoid or something. And he did that taking off thing that I mentioned without even saying goodbye. What in fuck is up with that? Is he narked at me for kicking him or something?" 

Viggo rolled onto his back and gazed up at the ceiling. "Anything else unusual?"  he asked. His voice was softer than normal, and Orlando had to really strain to hear the question. 

"Um, my mobile was off the morning he scarpered." 

"I was afraid of that. It looks like Sean didn´t want to wake you up when he took off." 

Now Orlando was very, very confused. "Why? I´m not going to give him a bollocking about that, and he knows it." 

There was a long pause, and Orlando wondered if Viggo had drifted off. After a few minutes, he replied, "It sounds like he´s had second thoughts." 

Orli cocked his head to the side and stared at Viggo. That didn´t make any sense at all to him. Viggo eyes were closed now, but the discussion was riling Orlando up, and it chased away any lethargy that he was feeling. "I don´t get it. We´ve practically been shagging each other all ready, anyway. We´ve shared every detail about fucking you, old man, and we´ve sodding heard each other going at it hammers and tongs! Christ, he´s watched you do some absolutely wicked things to me with your mouth." 

"Orli, talking about it...hell, even watching isn´t the same as actually doing it..."

"Argh! That´s absolutely mad! It´s pretty much the same to me!" 

Viggo´s mouth opened as if he was going to reply, but then he stopped and gazed with unfocused eyes at the ceiling. Orlando felt sorry for Viggo, and was about to tell him to let it go until later, but he held his tongue as soon as that thought popped into his head. Once Viggo set his mind to helping someone, he wouldn´t stop unless something prevented him from doing so. 

Viggo was visibly struggling the gather his thoughts, and after a while, he said, "But it isn´t to Sean...because...you two are close...he´s never..."

"That still doesn´t make any sense."  Orlando said in frustration. He was going to ask Viggo to elaborate, but Viggo´s eyes were fully closed; and his chest was rising and falling in a soft rhythm. 

Bollocks. He had passed out after all. 

Orli flopped back and resisted the urge to whap Viggo with a pillow. Viggo´s logic could be obtuse sometimes, and Orlando couldn´t make heads or tails of what he was getting at. 

"Shite, what in fuck are you talking about?" 

Orlando knew that Viggo wouldn´t answer, but he was too annoyed to think rationally. Viggo´s only answer was a soft snore, which caused Orlando to growl out loud and give his pillow a whack. At least he meant to do so. Instead, he missed and hit his knuckles against the solid headboard. 

"Bugger!"  he yelled. Just what he needed, some pain to add to his cocked up day. And he still wasn´t closer to any answers. Or maybe instead of going off like some stupid idiot, he needed to actually sit back and think for once. 

Orlando gave himself a mental kick for being such a pillock. If he had bothered to think things out when Sean had started acting dodgy, maybe he wouldn´t be in this mess. Now...what could Viggo have possibly meant? It was true that he had gotten closer to Sean than he had to any of his other mates, even Chris...but still, it was Sean´s idea that they share so much. So why the cold feet? 

And Viggo was saying Sean "never" something before he passed out. Never what? 

Orlando snuggled up to Viggo, and thought about his previous interactions with Sean, trying to see if there was a pattern. The time they first talked to each other about sharing Viggo, the barbecue where they conspired to tie Viggo up, the friendly needling that occurred whenever one of them starting grinding against Viggo before the other person had a chance to clear...

Other conversations flitted past in scattershot fragments. Talking about family. About the shite they had gone through with parents, previous lovers, every detail possible. 

Another thing that was puzzling -- when Orli started flirting with Sean, there was always a brief flicker of some unidentifiable emotion crossing Sean´s face before he responded. It was slight, and Orlando hadn´t thought about it until now. He focused on it, trying to identify it. Sean was trying to hide that mysterious something, but if Orlando didn´t know any better...

Oh, fuck me, Orlando thought. It was panic. 

The realization just led to more questions. Why would Sean panic? It´s not like things were going to change between them. He knew what he was getting into, unlike his ex-wives...

And then it hit Orlando. This was new ground for Sean. He had never had a friendship as intimate as the one they shared, and he valued it. Which meant that when they had shagged, the relationship had crossed over a line and changed. 

But where did that leave them? Orlando agonized about this question, and after long minutes of nothing, he blew out a stream of air towards his forehead. It was too sodding hot, and the adrenaline that was keeping him awake had drained out of his body. He was feeling lethargic, and there was no way he could stay awake one minute longer. 

He pressed his face against Viggo´s lightly furred chest and drifted off, deciding that sleeping on the issue was best at this moment. 

***

Orlando woke up before Viggo did, and he saw that the voicemail light was flashing on his mobile. He flipped his phone open and listened to his messages, strolling over to the kitchen so that he wouldn´t disturb Viggo. 

One was a reminder from Robin about his on-set interview tomorrow. Another was from Eric, asking if Orlando was going to skip on working out. Sam had also called, asking him how things were. 

Orlando was surprised when the automated attendant reported the next number that had called him -- it was Sean´s mobile. Orli frowned and punched in the option to play the message, wondering why Sean had decided to talk to him again. 

Sean´s voice was overly cheerful. "Oi, Viggo rung me up from the plane and said that he was going to surprise you. Once the two of you pry yourselves out of bed, how about we grab dinner together, yeah? Unless you´re eating each other, you pervy bastards." 

Orlando slammed his phone shut in anger. So that was it. Sean was just going to pretend that nothing had happened, and that they were just going to go back to the way things had been before? 

He tried to control his temper as he grabbed his discarded clothes from the bedroom. There was only one way he could fix this cocked up situation, and he needed to do it with a clear head. Once he was decent, he stormed over to Sean´s trailer and rapped on the door, hopping from foot to foot with impatience as he waited for Sean to appear. 

After what seemed like an eternity, Sean answered and said, "Where´s Viggo?" 

Orlando shoved past him and said, "He´s still sleeping. We need to talk. Now." 

Sean appeared to be taken aback by Orli´s clipped voice. Still, he locked the door behind them and stood in front of Orlando with his arms crossed over his chest. "About what?" 

That was the last straw for Orlando. He poked Sean in the chest with his finger and said, "You bloody well know what. I´ve figured out your game, you wanker. We can´t go back to how it once was, so I´m giving you a choice. Shit or get off the pot." 

"What are you talking about, Orli?" 

The fact that Sean was still playing ignorant just fueled Orlando´s anger. "I´m saying that you start fucking me for real – no backpedaling or sneaking off.”

“And if I decide not to?” Orlando could see the tension surging through Sean´s entire body. They may come to blows over this, but he wasn´t going to back down. 

He sucked in a deep breath and locked his eyes with Sean. It was time to put all of his cards on the table. “I´m ending our friendship.”

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