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The Black Book Chapter Two
Title: The Black Book Chapter 2/?
Author: Fairyspell
Rating: NC-17 VM/OB RPS
Summary: An hour later, because they both want him to be
Warnings: None, this chapter
Disclaimer: Total fiction, I make no claims of knowledge about the lifestyles or sexual preferences for any characters portrayed here. I intend no disrespect or offense, it was created for my own enjoyment and I seek no profit from it.
Feedback: Please, would love to hear from you!
Archive: Viggorously, Vigorlean Cult, Carefully Kissed, X posted everywhere, sorry for the dupes on your flists.
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moblo413, who feeds me BDSM and BanaOrliBean! Thank you, lovie for your friendship and the many laughs!
A/N:hazyshade_ Take a deep cleansing breath and . . . PUSH! There's always room in the boat that I row for you!
Chapter One
The safe closed with a loud clank and Viggo spun the dial. The rest of the staff had left already, the floors and tables vacuumed and brushed down, everything cleaned, back in it's place and restocked for tomorrow. They were going for breakfast as usual at the all-night diner down the road and passed knowing smiles when he told them he wasn't going with them. Some of the longest employed staffers made teasing cracks about cradle robbing and teaching old dogs new tricks and he took the ribbing as it came, responding jokingly about keeping their jobs and calling them if he needed any help as he locked them out the back door. Their words stung momentarily but were said in jest and meant encouragingly, the few employees that spoke up knew Viggo hadn't dated anyone since the day the locks were changed.
He removed his shirt and stood at the utility sink in the studio. Letting the water run over his fingers while it warmed, he looked up at his reflection in the mirror and random thoughts rushed over him like the water on his fingertips. Maybe Orlando wouldn't be there? I'm too old for him . . . that smile . . . Was he just playing with me? Harmless flirting . . . he is gorgeous . . . he was with a girl . . .
What if he isn't there?
The last thought sent an adrenaline rush through him and he splashed the warm water on his face to chase it away. He leaned his hands on the edge of the sink and caught his reflection again, watching the droplets run down his face and thinking of how he had looked shedding tears in this very spot so many months ago.
As the last trickle of water fell from his chin, the lonely images in the mirror went with it and the face staring back at him had changed. He could see clearly now. He did want tonight. He did want to spend time with this enticing and exquisite man named Orlando. He wanted him to be waiting outside. "Why the hell not . . . ," he said aloud to his renewed likeness grabbing the hanging towel to dry, off and he proceeded to put on a fresh shirt.
Orlando was laying back on the hood of a 1964 Ford Mustang. Bent at the waist, his slender upper body was completely molded to the windshield and his head rested against the top edge of the convertible’s glass. His arms were in the air and he was star gazing, making a viewfinder shape with his hands, widening and closing the distance between them until his ringed thumbs touched. He looked away from the sky in his hands and lowered his arms when the door opened and he smiled brightly saying "Hullo again . . . ,"
"Hello back . . . ," Viggo walked the few steps to the red car and relief swallowed most of his nervousness. "Star gazing . . . ?"
"Making wishes actually . . . , but I think you're only allowed one each night, so I may have over done it a bit . . . ," the Brit sat up in place while he spoke and began to rub the black dog who was now standing in the driver’s seat, head over the glass sniffing and begging for attention from the two men.
"Oh, I don’t know about all that . . . , all those stars . . . ," Viggo said looking up. "Plenty of wishes to be had I would think . . . ," Both men wore permanent grins while they spoke and Viggo leaned against the car and made friends with the dog sniffing his hand and wanting to lick his face. Orlando was pleased to see Viggo's attentions toward Siti and he was equally impressed that Viggo allowed the dog to lick his chin and cheeks, making friendly doggie chat and rubbing him briskly while Siti lapped at him. "Viggo, meet Siti . . . , a best mate of mine . . . ,"
Orlando smoothly slid off the car and stood leaning on it next to the older man. He purposely stood close enough to touch arms and shoulders and the warmth from the man was intoxicating to him. Viggo's scent was a mixture of bar smoke and spice and Orlando had to fight the urge to lean in and bury his face in his hair. "What do you wish for? Say . . . , on that one right there . . . ," pointing up. Viggo left one hand on the dog and followed his direction looking upwards as well, wiping his chin on the shoulder of his shirt.
"That one, the brightest in that group . . . ?" The older man pointed also and Siti's wagging tail made a thumping noise against the leather seat.
"It's my favorite one, yeah . . . , but I'll let you have its wish tonight . . . ," Orlando smiled that bright smile that had already made a habit of making Viggo's insides melt.
"You wish on that one a lot . . . ?" Viggo asked, curious and amused at their simple conversation and at the dog rooting in his back for more petting.
"Not always . . . , but mostly . . . ," Orlando's hands sank deep into his pockets and Viggo could hear him jingling the keys.
A fleeting realization that the movement in Orlando's pockets could be nervousness, Viggo wasn't sure he should continue on and say what he wanted to. They had just met and didn't know anything about each other, it could be perceived in so many ways and the older man surely didn't want to scare him off or hurt his feelings. Viggo looked down and shuffled his feet during the small awkward silence, the first one since they'd stood there together. He could sense Orlando looking at him and he decided to give it a shot, he looked up from his feet at Orlando and continued the conversation saying "And do they come true . . . , the wishes on that star . . . ?"
"Mmm . . . , not as often as I'd like . . . ," He looked at Viggo with humorous eyes, trying to put together the older man's mannerisms. "Why . . . ?"
Viggo shook his head slightly and chuckled, feeling more at ease. "It's not a star . . . , that's Venus . . . ,"
"Bloody Hell . . . , " came the open laugh at himself. "Well that answers quite a lot, yeah . . . ?"
*
Riding in the car the two men talked easily, voices raised enough to be heard over the wind whipping through the convertible. Orlando's curls were blown around constantly and the older man thought it was the loveliest thing he had seen in a long time. They learned about their likes in movies and views on current events and politics. They had many similar interests and Orlando spoke at length about Siti and how he had turned up at his door, limping and hungry, and had become part of his life instantly. No relationship inquiries arose and Viggo was a little surprised that the open young man didn't inquire further about Henry. They had just begun sharing about their careers and past employments as they pulled past the large wooden sign welcoming them to Shelly Lake.
Orlando leashed Siti and gave Viggo the tether to hold as he popped open the trunk. Inside Viggo was surprised to see boxes full of twisted rusty metals and pieces of polished steel, shards of ripped metals and a tank of some sort all placed carefully around a guitar case.
"Did your trunk implode . . . ?" Viggo asked lightheartedly.
"No, mate . . . ," the younger man answered with a light laugh. "I work with these materials, recyclables . . . , I'm a welder of sorts . . . ,"
"Really . . . ? What do you make . . . ?" Viggo was very curious at this revelation. Not only was he stunning, he worked with his hands creatively. Something Viggo could definitely appreciate.
"Come , I'll show you . . . ," Orlando grabbed the green army blanket and a paper bag from the trunk and they began to walk.
"You play the guitar . . . ?" Viggo inquired remembering the black case in the trunk.
"I do. Acoustic, and not on a professional level by any means, but my cousin and I had a small garage band growing up in Cambridge and it has stuck with me . . . ."
"Do you play anywhere now . . . ?"
"Just for myself . And for her, when she asks me to . . . ."
Orlando walked with gliding footsteps along the path, long strides that were dauntless and self reliant. Viggo could smell his cologne and it was fresh, a mixture of musk and mountain air. Their hands brushed against each other occasionally as they moved and a shared smile showed their enjoyment of the contact.
Orlando continued "Tonight she roped me in to play for her second grade class . . . , career week coming up . . . , I am to represent all the guitar playing, welding, sculpting, canine loving gay men of the area to about twenty-five desperate spongy little minds who want to soak in all the opportunities afforded them. . . ."
"Well that's a big ticket to fill . . . , but I think you can pull it off . . . ," Viggo joked at the younger man as their hands brushed again. "So that was your cousin with you tonight . . . ?" Viggo inquired hoping it wasn't too forward of him.
"Mmm hmm . . . Yes it was, and I'm glad you asked . . . ," Orlando turned to walk backwards facing the man, tossing the blanket over his shoulders and swinging the paper sac lightly. "Lets me know you hoped it wasn't someone . . . romantic . . . to me . . . " he finished with his flirty smile pretending to act coy and raising his eyebrows for effect.
Siti was most appreciative of the walk as was Viggo. The night was warm with a light breeze and the park was lit with staggered street lamps along the cement path circling the smooth lake. Taking in his surroundings as they went and chatted, Viggo noted how peaceful and well kept the park was, and wondered how he hadn't found it before.
A clearing opened up from their path a short walk further and in the grassy field was a children’s playground with a sand pit, a huge circular white gazebo complete with hanging potted ferns, the starting goal of a frisbee golf course and a very large fountain in the center. The sound of water flowed from the tall structure and Viggo could see playful streams of water spouting intermittently from different angles in the moonlight.
Orlando removed Siti's restraint and began unfolding the blanket. The dog raced for a few moments enjoying his freedom and the wide space to run before settling down and rolling in the grass next to the lake.
"Go have a look . . . ," Orlando nodded toward the fountain flapping the blanket to catch the air and spread it.
Viggo caught sight of the working biceps with the motion and his groin stirred keenly. Orlando had also changed his clothes earlier and wore a short sleeved emerald cotton shirt with vertical ribbing belted into stonewashed black jeans. The shirt was loose enough to not bind but tight enough that when he moved his slim muscled body was outlined. He fought the arousal in his pants again that night making his way to the spraying fountain.
Inside the stately eight foot fount was the most inspirational statuary Viggo had ever seen. Made of molded copper and bronze, the representation showed children climbing rocks and building sand castles. Thin streams of water pulsed from the bottom of laughing children, playfully squirting around their frozen dancing and jumping stances. Smiling adults hugged smaller frames and a boy played with a bullfrog. A long-haired girl read with her back against a tree.
"This is amazing . . . ," Viggo blurted out, completely awed at the artistry he saw and the feelings of innocence and joy it projected. Viggo has been an artist in many forms all of his life and knew that a creation like this was a true labor of love. It gave insight into the confident young man showing a soft playful side and his enjoyment of life.
"You like it then . . . , yeah?" Orlando was next to him watching his face, smiling internally at the effect his work had on the beautiful blue-eyed man. "The Parks Department opened up bidding for sculptures in all the county parks and I got lucky and landed the job . . . ,"
Viggo walked around the fountain again taking it all in and enjoying the memories of Henry as a child that were flashing in his mind. "I've never seen anything like it. I’m . . . enchanted. How long did it take . . . ?"
"Almost a month . . . ," Orlando replied pulling a water bottle from the paper bag pouring it out slowly into his cupped hand so Siti could drink. "It was installed a few weeks ago, this one is the last in the series to go up . . . , but it's my favorite . . . "
"I can't blame you for loving it. . . . It's wonderful . . . !" Viggo knelt and began petting the dog licking his hand and dancing at his feet. "So there are more . . . , at the different parks . . . ?"
"At every County park, yeah . . . ," Orlando explained the themes of the other statues as Viggo continued to drink in the small details in front of him, subtle ant trails and butterflies, a fluffy tailed squirrel holding a nut to its mouth. A short time later Orlando began the walk back to the blanket with his hands in his pockets jingling the keys. Siti beat the men back and flopped in the middle wagging his tail.
They reached their resting place and settled. Orlando apologized to Siti, removing him from the middle, and situated the dog at the bottom edge. He then lay down rubbing her belly gently with his shoed foot. Viggo acted in kind and lay down as well, catching Venus in his sight and smiling softly. Orlando saw the planet above them and pelted Viggo's arm lightly saying "Don't even say it, man . . . , don't even go there . . . ," adding a pointed finger with his laugh for emphasis.
"I wasn't saying a word . . . ," the older man snickered aloud now looking over at Orlando's bright face. "I wasn't saying anything . . . ," He raised his hands in self defense.
"I can read your bloody mind . . . , you were thinking it, yeah . . . ," Siti popped up at the bantering, nosed at the crumpled bag removing a tennis ball and trotted off proudly back toward the water again with his prize.
The attracted friends lay talking about sculpting and photography, Viggo's paintings and his house in Idaho. Orlando was into extreme sports, which didn't surprise Viggo it only heightened his sexual attraction to the man. He loved snow boarding and they talked about the possibility of a mountain trip together so he could introduce Viggo to the sport. Orlando also got the older man to agree to go skydiving with him 'sometime soon' which made Viggo slightly nervous. He had no difficulty watching others do those types of sports, but never saw himself as someone who would enjoy flinging himself out of a plane or off a bridge. Viggo wasn't into tempting fate anymore.
The younger man was however, and laying on that blanket looking into that face and feeling the best he ever had, Viggo easily considered jumping out of a plane or off a cliff as long as he was with Orlando. The vibrant young man told stories with great enthusiasm about hang-gliding and parasailing, he had bungee jumped in New Zealand once and did some cliff diving there as well. Viggo could see Orlando easily in those places, free and unafraid, living large and untamed. He still saw himself in more reserved light however, more likely to enjoy a place like New Zealand with a camera in his hand or with a canvas and brush, his bare feet dug into the sand on the aqua beaches.
Siti approached and dropped the now muddied and slobber-soaked ball onto Orlando's chest. It left a round brown stain in the center of his chest where it dropped with a wet heavy splat sound and left a fading trail where it rolled off his body onto the blanket. Without a word on the condition of his shirt Orlando sat up praising the dog and dumped the contents of the paper bag, slid his hand inside as a barrier and lobbed the soaking ball. Siti sat quivering and whining, wanting to run after it, and only after Orlando gave the command did the black dog charge after the toy.
Viggo was still laying down and complementing Siti's discipline when Orlando stretched his arms back over his head and grabbed the back of the shirt with both hands, pulling it off in one swift motion over his head. Unknowingly, Viggo stopped speaking as he admired the uncovered young man. Orlando's exposed nipples were peaked and brown, almost a sienna color in the artificial light of the paths lamps. He was lean and very fit with a smooth defined chest that was hairless and deeply tanned. His shoulders were strong and well built and his clavicle tempted him with its outlined dip at the base of the beautiful sinewed neck. The Brit's stomach was flat and the six muscles etched in his abdomen showed underneath the skin when he moved, shyly illustrating the front of his narrow frame. It had been so long since Viggo took in a bare graceful form and the older man was instantly hard.
Orlando let out a bubbling giggle moving his head to intercept the transfixed gripping eyes. Viggo was temporarily lost in his own world and didn't notice the Brit unroll a clean shirt from the bags discarded contents and make to put it on. The older man snapped out of his fantasy when he heard "You like what you see, love . . . ?" before Orlando replaced his shirt and lay back again, completely rolling onto his side facing Viggo.
Red crept up Viggo's neck and settled in his cheeks when he realized he was caught breathless eyeing Orlando's body and he simply nodded his head a slow yes and replied "You are beautiful . . . ."
Viggo turned to his side as well and then looked down at his fingers while he traced lines across the woolen blanket. Quiet settled onto the two men as they lay with their heads propped up on their elbows, Orlando watched Viggo intently running his patterns on the blanket and Viggo felt the eyes looking but couldn't look up. For the first time tonight Viggo wondered if he had made a mistake in being here, his insecurities began biting at him.
"Viggo, can I ask you something . . . ?" the younger man reached out and ran his fingers along the backside of Viggo's hand for a few strokes before taking his back. The signal for Viggo to look up was taken and he did.
"How long have you been alone? When did he hurt you?" Caring brown eyes were looking at him with sincere compassion.
Viggo took a quick breath and the arm laying flat against his side unknowingly moved to cover his chest. He was uncomfortable with the question and unsure if he wanted to let Orlando in. Looking into that awe-inspiring face he hoped answering Orlando might be his saving grace, but his confidence had taken an unintentional blow and he looked away.
"Am I that transparent . . . ?" Viggo spoke quietly and flat with his eyes back at the blanket.
"Hey . . . , no, not at all. . . ." Orlando reached a hand out and guided Viggo's face back to his. "I can see it in the paintings at the club, their mood changes dramatically and your smile in the few photos I've seen there wanes . . . ,"
"I'm not sure I understand, Orlando. . . ." Viggo held his gaze without looking away again. He felt naked and obvious that the younger man had picked up on such small details that most would have passed right over and he wanted to hear Orlando's impressions and reasoning.
"Well, you told me how old Henry is and when your marriage ended, I deduced the rest from your reaction to me here and the paintings and photos . . . "
Viggo accepted Orlando's perceptions and considered for a moment what his reply would be. This man who made broken worn discards into beauty with his own hands was asking him to trust. To trust him with pain and resentment, with the shame and guilt he had so carefully tried to forget but lived in a daily reminder of.
Viggo looked skyward, letting out a breath before looking back down again and meeting Orlando's steady soft eyes. The way the younger man was looking at him made his difficult decision suddenly easy and he began to tell the story. "My former business partner was my lover, James. He was the first man I had ever been with and my attraction to him was the reason for my divorce. The club was his dream and we planned it together for years before it was built. He apparently had been unfaithful many times, but I found him out for myself a year and a half ago and I've not been with anyone else since . . . "
The sting behind Viggo's eyes was obvious and Orlando wanted to sooth him, wanted to take him into his arms and hold him, let him feel again the security that his answer stole from him. "I'm sorry . . . ," Orlando spoke faintly, clasping Viggo's hand in his and squeezing tight, letting his hand remain there rubbing circles around the rigid knuckles with his thumb.
"Don't be sorry . . . , I didn’t have to tell you and it's a part of who I am right now I suppose . . . , kinda heavy for a first date though . . . ,"
At this, both the men let out a relieving laugh and Viggo's cell phone began to ring. Apologizing to Orlando for the interruption and being happy for the distraction, Viggo flipped the top and answered it.
"Hello . . . ?"
On the other end of the line a joyful voice boomed out suddenly "It's a girl! A beautiful girl; I have a daughter . . . !"
"Aww...Tim that’s wonderful! Congratulations! How is Sarah . . . ?" A face splitting smile consumed Viggo and he nodded acknowledgment to Orlando's motioning that he was going to check up on Siti who hadn't returned in a while.
A short while later Viggo had hung up the phone and met up with Orlando in the gazebo, smiling wildly and taking a seat next to him on the bench overlooking the fountain. He clapped the younger man's leg announcing he was an honorary Uncle and filled Orlando in on the details he'd just learned about the baby.
"How did you meet Tim?" Orlando asked smiling just as brightly now, affected by the news of the baby and Viggo's joy over it.
"He broke my nose, actually . . . ," Viggo stated with a semi-embarassed chuckle "He was in the club and someone was behaving less than gentlemanly toward his wife, when I got there to try to stop it from escalating I abruptly took his first swing square in the nose . . . ."
"And you've been friends ever since . . . ?" Orlando asked amused at the story and even more attracted to him for being the kind of man who could see past an incident like that.
"Yep . . . , he's my Assistant Manager at the club . . . , he's really been there for me . . . ," Viggo added in a softer appreciative tone "With James and all . . . ."
"Viggo, we don’t have to go back to that . . . , I was just curious and asked . . . , I didn’t mean to make you sad or unsure . . . ," Orlando took Viggo's hand in his and turned slightly to face him better.
"It's okay, like I said . . . it's a part of me that I'm not fond of . . . , but it's mine to own nonetheless . . . ," Viggo scanned Orlando's face for any signs that his personal karma coming back to burn him was offensive or considered a character flaw, and he found none, all he saw was warmth and acceptance.
"We all have our baggage, and our regrets . . . ," Orlando said kindly and squeezed his hand. "I'm glad you shared it with me, Viggo . . . , he said in a softer tone leaning toward the older man "and I'm glad we came out here tonight . . . ,"
Closing the small distance between them even more, Orlando brought their intertwined fingers to his face and bent his head to rest the back of Viggo's hand against his barely open lips. Continually looking up at Viggo from under his eyelashes, he slowly began moving his head rubbing his lips in slow delicate passes over the soft skin of Viggo's hand. The satin mouth barely touched the skin and hot breath hovered over the traveled area. The younger man hypnotized Viggo with this action and continued caressing his lips along the surface of the strong hand a few more moments before wetting them and pressing a tender open-mouthed kiss to the base of Viggo's bent thumb.
After the long kiss, Orlando reestablished his lavishing rhythm of sweet indulgences along Viggo's hand. Sometimes his mouth closed completely, slowly dragging the smooth damp inside of his lips into a full balmy kiss, and other's his mouth remained slightly open and half pressed against the skin. Orlando watched Viggo's eyes faithfully follow the every movement of his fawning pink tongue. The younger man's sweeping grazes continued for a while in it's intensely erotic fashion and eventually he worked his way up Viggo's thumb with a crawling dreamy laving. Taking the very tip of Viggo's digit into his mouth he drifted his tongue there, sucking lightly before releasing it, and again resting his open lips onto the back of Viggo's enduring hand.
The two men sat in silence for what seemed to be a long time, exploring each others faces and reading the emotions that were displayed and reflected there. Viggo was bound tightly in his jeans, his full erection throbbing and painfully hard with need from the love Orlando made to his hand. He burned to take Orlando onto the soft green grass and show him how much he wanted him, lavish everything he was and had into pleasuring the beautiful young man who made him feel desired and understood, so unbroken for the first time in so long. This is what his body spoke, his heart however spoke a different language. He was not ready. The war drum in his chest sent cowardly self protective signals to his brain and he felt overwrought with the conflict of his betraying body. He was not ready and he didn't know how to tell the impassioned young man in front of him.
"Orlando . . . ," Viggo spoke in a heavy dazed voice looking into Orlando's passionate eyes.
"Shh...," the younger man gently cut him off. Orlando rose pulling Viggo with him to stand and they faced each other with one of Orlando's hands against Viggo's chest. "I want you too, but I'm afraid I'm a bloke who fancies lengthy amounts of foreplay .... and the sun is rising. It will wait . . . ."
TBC
Author: Fairyspell
Rating: NC-17 VM/OB RPS
Summary: An hour later, because they both want him to be
Warnings: None, this chapter
Disclaimer: Total fiction, I make no claims of knowledge about the lifestyles or sexual preferences for any characters portrayed here. I intend no disrespect or offense, it was created for my own enjoyment and I seek no profit from it.
Feedback: Please, would love to hear from you!
Archive: Viggorously, Vigorlean Cult, Carefully Kissed, X posted everywhere, sorry for the dupes on your flists.
Beta: The wicked
moblo413, who feeds me BDSM and BanaOrliBean! Thank you, lovie for your friendship and the many laughs! A/N:
hazyshade_ Take a deep cleansing breath and . . . PUSH! There's always room in the boat that I row for you!Chapter One
The safe closed with a loud clank and Viggo spun the dial. The rest of the staff had left already, the floors and tables vacuumed and brushed down, everything cleaned, back in it's place and restocked for tomorrow. They were going for breakfast as usual at the all-night diner down the road and passed knowing smiles when he told them he wasn't going with them. Some of the longest employed staffers made teasing cracks about cradle robbing and teaching old dogs new tricks and he took the ribbing as it came, responding jokingly about keeping their jobs and calling them if he needed any help as he locked them out the back door. Their words stung momentarily but were said in jest and meant encouragingly, the few employees that spoke up knew Viggo hadn't dated anyone since the day the locks were changed.
He removed his shirt and stood at the utility sink in the studio. Letting the water run over his fingers while it warmed, he looked up at his reflection in the mirror and random thoughts rushed over him like the water on his fingertips. Maybe Orlando wouldn't be there? I'm too old for him . . . that smile . . . Was he just playing with me? Harmless flirting . . . he is gorgeous . . . he was with a girl . . .
What if he isn't there?
The last thought sent an adrenaline rush through him and he splashed the warm water on his face to chase it away. He leaned his hands on the edge of the sink and caught his reflection again, watching the droplets run down his face and thinking of how he had looked shedding tears in this very spot so many months ago.
As the last trickle of water fell from his chin, the lonely images in the mirror went with it and the face staring back at him had changed. He could see clearly now. He did want tonight. He did want to spend time with this enticing and exquisite man named Orlando. He wanted him to be waiting outside. "Why the hell not . . . ," he said aloud to his renewed likeness grabbing the hanging towel to dry, off and he proceeded to put on a fresh shirt.
Orlando was laying back on the hood of a 1964 Ford Mustang. Bent at the waist, his slender upper body was completely molded to the windshield and his head rested against the top edge of the convertible’s glass. His arms were in the air and he was star gazing, making a viewfinder shape with his hands, widening and closing the distance between them until his ringed thumbs touched. He looked away from the sky in his hands and lowered his arms when the door opened and he smiled brightly saying "Hullo again . . . ,"
"Hello back . . . ," Viggo walked the few steps to the red car and relief swallowed most of his nervousness. "Star gazing . . . ?"
"Making wishes actually . . . , but I think you're only allowed one each night, so I may have over done it a bit . . . ," the Brit sat up in place while he spoke and began to rub the black dog who was now standing in the driver’s seat, head over the glass sniffing and begging for attention from the two men.
"Oh, I don’t know about all that . . . , all those stars . . . ," Viggo said looking up. "Plenty of wishes to be had I would think . . . ," Both men wore permanent grins while they spoke and Viggo leaned against the car and made friends with the dog sniffing his hand and wanting to lick his face. Orlando was pleased to see Viggo's attentions toward Siti and he was equally impressed that Viggo allowed the dog to lick his chin and cheeks, making friendly doggie chat and rubbing him briskly while Siti lapped at him. "Viggo, meet Siti . . . , a best mate of mine . . . ,"
Orlando smoothly slid off the car and stood leaning on it next to the older man. He purposely stood close enough to touch arms and shoulders and the warmth from the man was intoxicating to him. Viggo's scent was a mixture of bar smoke and spice and Orlando had to fight the urge to lean in and bury his face in his hair. "What do you wish for? Say . . . , on that one right there . . . ," pointing up. Viggo left one hand on the dog and followed his direction looking upwards as well, wiping his chin on the shoulder of his shirt.
"That one, the brightest in that group . . . ?" The older man pointed also and Siti's wagging tail made a thumping noise against the leather seat.
"It's my favorite one, yeah . . . , but I'll let you have its wish tonight . . . ," Orlando smiled that bright smile that had already made a habit of making Viggo's insides melt.
"You wish on that one a lot . . . ?" Viggo asked, curious and amused at their simple conversation and at the dog rooting in his back for more petting.
"Not always . . . , but mostly . . . ," Orlando's hands sank deep into his pockets and Viggo could hear him jingling the keys.
A fleeting realization that the movement in Orlando's pockets could be nervousness, Viggo wasn't sure he should continue on and say what he wanted to. They had just met and didn't know anything about each other, it could be perceived in so many ways and the older man surely didn't want to scare him off or hurt his feelings. Viggo looked down and shuffled his feet during the small awkward silence, the first one since they'd stood there together. He could sense Orlando looking at him and he decided to give it a shot, he looked up from his feet at Orlando and continued the conversation saying "And do they come true . . . , the wishes on that star . . . ?"
"Mmm . . . , not as often as I'd like . . . ," He looked at Viggo with humorous eyes, trying to put together the older man's mannerisms. "Why . . . ?"
Viggo shook his head slightly and chuckled, feeling more at ease. "It's not a star . . . , that's Venus . . . ,"
"Bloody Hell . . . , " came the open laugh at himself. "Well that answers quite a lot, yeah . . . ?"
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Riding in the car the two men talked easily, voices raised enough to be heard over the wind whipping through the convertible. Orlando's curls were blown around constantly and the older man thought it was the loveliest thing he had seen in a long time. They learned about their likes in movies and views on current events and politics. They had many similar interests and Orlando spoke at length about Siti and how he had turned up at his door, limping and hungry, and had become part of his life instantly. No relationship inquiries arose and Viggo was a little surprised that the open young man didn't inquire further about Henry. They had just begun sharing about their careers and past employments as they pulled past the large wooden sign welcoming them to Shelly Lake.
Orlando leashed Siti and gave Viggo the tether to hold as he popped open the trunk. Inside Viggo was surprised to see boxes full of twisted rusty metals and pieces of polished steel, shards of ripped metals and a tank of some sort all placed carefully around a guitar case.
"Did your trunk implode . . . ?" Viggo asked lightheartedly.
"No, mate . . . ," the younger man answered with a light laugh. "I work with these materials, recyclables . . . , I'm a welder of sorts . . . ,"
"Really . . . ? What do you make . . . ?" Viggo was very curious at this revelation. Not only was he stunning, he worked with his hands creatively. Something Viggo could definitely appreciate.
"Come , I'll show you . . . ," Orlando grabbed the green army blanket and a paper bag from the trunk and they began to walk.
"You play the guitar . . . ?" Viggo inquired remembering the black case in the trunk.
"I do. Acoustic, and not on a professional level by any means, but my cousin and I had a small garage band growing up in Cambridge and it has stuck with me . . . ."
"Do you play anywhere now . . . ?"
"Just for myself . And for her, when she asks me to . . . ."
Orlando walked with gliding footsteps along the path, long strides that were dauntless and self reliant. Viggo could smell his cologne and it was fresh, a mixture of musk and mountain air. Their hands brushed against each other occasionally as they moved and a shared smile showed their enjoyment of the contact.
Orlando continued "Tonight she roped me in to play for her second grade class . . . , career week coming up . . . , I am to represent all the guitar playing, welding, sculpting, canine loving gay men of the area to about twenty-five desperate spongy little minds who want to soak in all the opportunities afforded them. . . ."
"Well that's a big ticket to fill . . . , but I think you can pull it off . . . ," Viggo joked at the younger man as their hands brushed again. "So that was your cousin with you tonight . . . ?" Viggo inquired hoping it wasn't too forward of him.
"Mmm hmm . . . Yes it was, and I'm glad you asked . . . ," Orlando turned to walk backwards facing the man, tossing the blanket over his shoulders and swinging the paper sac lightly. "Lets me know you hoped it wasn't someone . . . romantic . . . to me . . . " he finished with his flirty smile pretending to act coy and raising his eyebrows for effect.
Siti was most appreciative of the walk as was Viggo. The night was warm with a light breeze and the park was lit with staggered street lamps along the cement path circling the smooth lake. Taking in his surroundings as they went and chatted, Viggo noted how peaceful and well kept the park was, and wondered how he hadn't found it before.
A clearing opened up from their path a short walk further and in the grassy field was a children’s playground with a sand pit, a huge circular white gazebo complete with hanging potted ferns, the starting goal of a frisbee golf course and a very large fountain in the center. The sound of water flowed from the tall structure and Viggo could see playful streams of water spouting intermittently from different angles in the moonlight.
Orlando removed Siti's restraint and began unfolding the blanket. The dog raced for a few moments enjoying his freedom and the wide space to run before settling down and rolling in the grass next to the lake.
"Go have a look . . . ," Orlando nodded toward the fountain flapping the blanket to catch the air and spread it.
Viggo caught sight of the working biceps with the motion and his groin stirred keenly. Orlando had also changed his clothes earlier and wore a short sleeved emerald cotton shirt with vertical ribbing belted into stonewashed black jeans. The shirt was loose enough to not bind but tight enough that when he moved his slim muscled body was outlined. He fought the arousal in his pants again that night making his way to the spraying fountain.
Inside the stately eight foot fount was the most inspirational statuary Viggo had ever seen. Made of molded copper and bronze, the representation showed children climbing rocks and building sand castles. Thin streams of water pulsed from the bottom of laughing children, playfully squirting around their frozen dancing and jumping stances. Smiling adults hugged smaller frames and a boy played with a bullfrog. A long-haired girl read with her back against a tree.
"This is amazing . . . ," Viggo blurted out, completely awed at the artistry he saw and the feelings of innocence and joy it projected. Viggo has been an artist in many forms all of his life and knew that a creation like this was a true labor of love. It gave insight into the confident young man showing a soft playful side and his enjoyment of life.
"You like it then . . . , yeah?" Orlando was next to him watching his face, smiling internally at the effect his work had on the beautiful blue-eyed man. "The Parks Department opened up bidding for sculptures in all the county parks and I got lucky and landed the job . . . ,"
Viggo walked around the fountain again taking it all in and enjoying the memories of Henry as a child that were flashing in his mind. "I've never seen anything like it. I’m . . . enchanted. How long did it take . . . ?"
"Almost a month . . . ," Orlando replied pulling a water bottle from the paper bag pouring it out slowly into his cupped hand so Siti could drink. "It was installed a few weeks ago, this one is the last in the series to go up . . . , but it's my favorite . . . "
"I can't blame you for loving it. . . . It's wonderful . . . !" Viggo knelt and began petting the dog licking his hand and dancing at his feet. "So there are more . . . , at the different parks . . . ?"
"At every County park, yeah . . . ," Orlando explained the themes of the other statues as Viggo continued to drink in the small details in front of him, subtle ant trails and butterflies, a fluffy tailed squirrel holding a nut to its mouth. A short time later Orlando began the walk back to the blanket with his hands in his pockets jingling the keys. Siti beat the men back and flopped in the middle wagging his tail.
They reached their resting place and settled. Orlando apologized to Siti, removing him from the middle, and situated the dog at the bottom edge. He then lay down rubbing her belly gently with his shoed foot. Viggo acted in kind and lay down as well, catching Venus in his sight and smiling softly. Orlando saw the planet above them and pelted Viggo's arm lightly saying "Don't even say it, man . . . , don't even go there . . . ," adding a pointed finger with his laugh for emphasis.
"I wasn't saying a word . . . ," the older man snickered aloud now looking over at Orlando's bright face. "I wasn't saying anything . . . ," He raised his hands in self defense.
"I can read your bloody mind . . . , you were thinking it, yeah . . . ," Siti popped up at the bantering, nosed at the crumpled bag removing a tennis ball and trotted off proudly back toward the water again with his prize.
The attracted friends lay talking about sculpting and photography, Viggo's paintings and his house in Idaho. Orlando was into extreme sports, which didn't surprise Viggo it only heightened his sexual attraction to the man. He loved snow boarding and they talked about the possibility of a mountain trip together so he could introduce Viggo to the sport. Orlando also got the older man to agree to go skydiving with him 'sometime soon' which made Viggo slightly nervous. He had no difficulty watching others do those types of sports, but never saw himself as someone who would enjoy flinging himself out of a plane or off a bridge. Viggo wasn't into tempting fate anymore.
The younger man was however, and laying on that blanket looking into that face and feeling the best he ever had, Viggo easily considered jumping out of a plane or off a cliff as long as he was with Orlando. The vibrant young man told stories with great enthusiasm about hang-gliding and parasailing, he had bungee jumped in New Zealand once and did some cliff diving there as well. Viggo could see Orlando easily in those places, free and unafraid, living large and untamed. He still saw himself in more reserved light however, more likely to enjoy a place like New Zealand with a camera in his hand or with a canvas and brush, his bare feet dug into the sand on the aqua beaches.
Siti approached and dropped the now muddied and slobber-soaked ball onto Orlando's chest. It left a round brown stain in the center of his chest where it dropped with a wet heavy splat sound and left a fading trail where it rolled off his body onto the blanket. Without a word on the condition of his shirt Orlando sat up praising the dog and dumped the contents of the paper bag, slid his hand inside as a barrier and lobbed the soaking ball. Siti sat quivering and whining, wanting to run after it, and only after Orlando gave the command did the black dog charge after the toy.
Viggo was still laying down and complementing Siti's discipline when Orlando stretched his arms back over his head and grabbed the back of the shirt with both hands, pulling it off in one swift motion over his head. Unknowingly, Viggo stopped speaking as he admired the uncovered young man. Orlando's exposed nipples were peaked and brown, almost a sienna color in the artificial light of the paths lamps. He was lean and very fit with a smooth defined chest that was hairless and deeply tanned. His shoulders were strong and well built and his clavicle tempted him with its outlined dip at the base of the beautiful sinewed neck. The Brit's stomach was flat and the six muscles etched in his abdomen showed underneath the skin when he moved, shyly illustrating the front of his narrow frame. It had been so long since Viggo took in a bare graceful form and the older man was instantly hard.
Orlando let out a bubbling giggle moving his head to intercept the transfixed gripping eyes. Viggo was temporarily lost in his own world and didn't notice the Brit unroll a clean shirt from the bags discarded contents and make to put it on. The older man snapped out of his fantasy when he heard "You like what you see, love . . . ?" before Orlando replaced his shirt and lay back again, completely rolling onto his side facing Viggo.
Red crept up Viggo's neck and settled in his cheeks when he realized he was caught breathless eyeing Orlando's body and he simply nodded his head a slow yes and replied "You are beautiful . . . ."
Viggo turned to his side as well and then looked down at his fingers while he traced lines across the woolen blanket. Quiet settled onto the two men as they lay with their heads propped up on their elbows, Orlando watched Viggo intently running his patterns on the blanket and Viggo felt the eyes looking but couldn't look up. For the first time tonight Viggo wondered if he had made a mistake in being here, his insecurities began biting at him.
"Viggo, can I ask you something . . . ?" the younger man reached out and ran his fingers along the backside of Viggo's hand for a few strokes before taking his back. The signal for Viggo to look up was taken and he did.
"How long have you been alone? When did he hurt you?" Caring brown eyes were looking at him with sincere compassion.
Viggo took a quick breath and the arm laying flat against his side unknowingly moved to cover his chest. He was uncomfortable with the question and unsure if he wanted to let Orlando in. Looking into that awe-inspiring face he hoped answering Orlando might be his saving grace, but his confidence had taken an unintentional blow and he looked away.
"Am I that transparent . . . ?" Viggo spoke quietly and flat with his eyes back at the blanket.
"Hey . . . , no, not at all. . . ." Orlando reached a hand out and guided Viggo's face back to his. "I can see it in the paintings at the club, their mood changes dramatically and your smile in the few photos I've seen there wanes . . . ,"
"I'm not sure I understand, Orlando. . . ." Viggo held his gaze without looking away again. He felt naked and obvious that the younger man had picked up on such small details that most would have passed right over and he wanted to hear Orlando's impressions and reasoning.
"Well, you told me how old Henry is and when your marriage ended, I deduced the rest from your reaction to me here and the paintings and photos . . . "
Viggo accepted Orlando's perceptions and considered for a moment what his reply would be. This man who made broken worn discards into beauty with his own hands was asking him to trust. To trust him with pain and resentment, with the shame and guilt he had so carefully tried to forget but lived in a daily reminder of.
Viggo looked skyward, letting out a breath before looking back down again and meeting Orlando's steady soft eyes. The way the younger man was looking at him made his difficult decision suddenly easy and he began to tell the story. "My former business partner was my lover, James. He was the first man I had ever been with and my attraction to him was the reason for my divorce. The club was his dream and we planned it together for years before it was built. He apparently had been unfaithful many times, but I found him out for myself a year and a half ago and I've not been with anyone else since . . . "
The sting behind Viggo's eyes was obvious and Orlando wanted to sooth him, wanted to take him into his arms and hold him, let him feel again the security that his answer stole from him. "I'm sorry . . . ," Orlando spoke faintly, clasping Viggo's hand in his and squeezing tight, letting his hand remain there rubbing circles around the rigid knuckles with his thumb.
"Don't be sorry . . . , I didn’t have to tell you and it's a part of who I am right now I suppose . . . , kinda heavy for a first date though . . . ,"
At this, both the men let out a relieving laugh and Viggo's cell phone began to ring. Apologizing to Orlando for the interruption and being happy for the distraction, Viggo flipped the top and answered it.
"Hello . . . ?"
On the other end of the line a joyful voice boomed out suddenly "It's a girl! A beautiful girl; I have a daughter . . . !"
"Aww...Tim that’s wonderful! Congratulations! How is Sarah . . . ?" A face splitting smile consumed Viggo and he nodded acknowledgment to Orlando's motioning that he was going to check up on Siti who hadn't returned in a while.
A short while later Viggo had hung up the phone and met up with Orlando in the gazebo, smiling wildly and taking a seat next to him on the bench overlooking the fountain. He clapped the younger man's leg announcing he was an honorary Uncle and filled Orlando in on the details he'd just learned about the baby.
"How did you meet Tim?" Orlando asked smiling just as brightly now, affected by the news of the baby and Viggo's joy over it.
"He broke my nose, actually . . . ," Viggo stated with a semi-embarassed chuckle "He was in the club and someone was behaving less than gentlemanly toward his wife, when I got there to try to stop it from escalating I abruptly took his first swing square in the nose . . . ."
"And you've been friends ever since . . . ?" Orlando asked amused at the story and even more attracted to him for being the kind of man who could see past an incident like that.
"Yep . . . , he's my Assistant Manager at the club . . . , he's really been there for me . . . ," Viggo added in a softer appreciative tone "With James and all . . . ."
"Viggo, we don’t have to go back to that . . . , I was just curious and asked . . . , I didn’t mean to make you sad or unsure . . . ," Orlando took Viggo's hand in his and turned slightly to face him better.
"It's okay, like I said . . . it's a part of me that I'm not fond of . . . , but it's mine to own nonetheless . . . ," Viggo scanned Orlando's face for any signs that his personal karma coming back to burn him was offensive or considered a character flaw, and he found none, all he saw was warmth and acceptance.
"We all have our baggage, and our regrets . . . ," Orlando said kindly and squeezed his hand. "I'm glad you shared it with me, Viggo . . . , he said in a softer tone leaning toward the older man "and I'm glad we came out here tonight . . . ,"
Closing the small distance between them even more, Orlando brought their intertwined fingers to his face and bent his head to rest the back of Viggo's hand against his barely open lips. Continually looking up at Viggo from under his eyelashes, he slowly began moving his head rubbing his lips in slow delicate passes over the soft skin of Viggo's hand. The satin mouth barely touched the skin and hot breath hovered over the traveled area. The younger man hypnotized Viggo with this action and continued caressing his lips along the surface of the strong hand a few more moments before wetting them and pressing a tender open-mouthed kiss to the base of Viggo's bent thumb.
After the long kiss, Orlando reestablished his lavishing rhythm of sweet indulgences along Viggo's hand. Sometimes his mouth closed completely, slowly dragging the smooth damp inside of his lips into a full balmy kiss, and other's his mouth remained slightly open and half pressed against the skin. Orlando watched Viggo's eyes faithfully follow the every movement of his fawning pink tongue. The younger man's sweeping grazes continued for a while in it's intensely erotic fashion and eventually he worked his way up Viggo's thumb with a crawling dreamy laving. Taking the very tip of Viggo's digit into his mouth he drifted his tongue there, sucking lightly before releasing it, and again resting his open lips onto the back of Viggo's enduring hand.
The two men sat in silence for what seemed to be a long time, exploring each others faces and reading the emotions that were displayed and reflected there. Viggo was bound tightly in his jeans, his full erection throbbing and painfully hard with need from the love Orlando made to his hand. He burned to take Orlando onto the soft green grass and show him how much he wanted him, lavish everything he was and had into pleasuring the beautiful young man who made him feel desired and understood, so unbroken for the first time in so long. This is what his body spoke, his heart however spoke a different language. He was not ready. The war drum in his chest sent cowardly self protective signals to his brain and he felt overwrought with the conflict of his betraying body. He was not ready and he didn't know how to tell the impassioned young man in front of him.
"Orlando . . . ," Viggo spoke in a heavy dazed voice looking into Orlando's passionate eyes.
"Shh...," the younger man gently cut him off. Orlando rose pulling Viggo with him to stand and they faced each other with one of Orlando's hands against Viggo's chest. "I want you too, but I'm afraid I'm a bloke who fancies lengthy amounts of foreplay .... and the sun is rising. It will wait . . . ."
TBC
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Can't wait for more =)
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Thanks lovie, it was tempting! I think the boys want to tease each other for a while first tho!
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And the fountain imaging was gorgeous, I think I'm liking this story alot!!!
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Thank you so much! I rather liked it myself I must admit :)
the fountain imaging was gorgeous
and thanks again, the idea came from a fountain I designed in high school for a project. It certainly wasnt as elaborate or made from the same materials, but thats where the idea came from...
Im so glad you like the story, and thanks for such nice comments, made my night! XOXOXO
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Chapter three is up and four will hopefully be up sometime today!
You always leave such nice feedback sweetie, thank you for that! And I just have to *licks icon* every time I see it, coz it is so yummy!! *hugs!*