NEW: Just Doing the Shopping (Viggo/Elijah) [PG-13]

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The Mundanes - Just Doing The Shopping 1/1
Series: The Mundanes
Title: Just Doing The Shopping
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com) and Wushu
Codes: Viggo/Elijah
Rating: Er... PG-13?
Disclaimer: We don’t know them. Damn! We don’t own them. Double damn. We’ve just pretending and making them do what we want them to do. Don’t you wish we where right?
Summary: Elijah & Viggo’s first shopping trip after moving in together.
Author's Notes: Saki and I decided to try and write some shorter stories while she’s been moving house and we placed a short hold on our longer stories until she’s back into a routine. There is no real order to these, just moments in time of Elijah and Viggo’s more domestic life. We hope you enjoy!
Unbetaed so please forgive any mistakes.



Viggo pulled his truck up in front of the community co-op and beamed at Elijah. After several months of dating, the man finally seemed to be getting used to his driving style. “Here we are! All ashore who’s going ashore.”

“And tell me again how you’ve never had a crash?” Elijah shook his head and climbed out of the car before looking up at the shop, “Um, Vig, where’s the supermarket?”

“This is better than a supermarket,” Viggo said with a happy smile, as he took Elijah’s hand. “This is a co-op.” He led Elijah toward the doors, stopping to grab a cart.

“A co-op? Didn’t those die out with make love, not war and hippies?” Elijah eyed Viggo before looking around with a skeptical expression on his face.

“A food co-op, Doodle. Everyone who shops here owns a little piece of the store and works a shift in here now and then. Including me. All the produce is organic, and everything else is as environmentally friendly as possible. A lot of the stuff is local grown, as well. Don’t worry, they still carry junk food... just responsible junk food.”

Elijah frowned as he thought about it. “I don’t get it.”

Viggo wheeled the cart inside and headed straight for the vegetables, which always beckoned him right off. “Which part don’t you understand?”

“You work here?”

“A few times a month. Everyone is an employee and owner at a co-op. it helps keep the overall prices down and raise the level of food they can purchase.” He waved at one of the clerks, who blushed and waved back with a giggle.

“Sounds... very... socialist... how does it work... can only member shop here?”

“No, everyone can, but prices for non-members are higher. However, you are mine, so that means we both get the discount... not that we need it.” Viggo lifted a tomato and regarded it with utmost seriousness, before putting it aside and picking up another that looked almost identical. Apparently, this one contained the right mystic aura, for Viggo put it in the cart.

Elijah looked at Viggo choosing the tomato, and then picked up the one in the cart and the rejected one. He studied them intently for a moment before asking, “What’s the difference?”

Viggo pointed to the chosen one. “That one wanted to be a part of the pasta dish I’m making tonight.” He then moved on to look over the spinach with equal care.

Elijah blinked and followed Viggo before asking, “How can you tell?” He went to put the wrong one in the cart.

“It told me,” Viggo said, as if that was the most reasonable thing in the world and Elijah should know without asking. He took the tomato from Elijah with a slight shake of his head and fetched the right one.

Elijah nodded, as if willing to accept Viggo at his word before the next question slipped out, “How?”

“Everything has its own spirit and place in life,” Viggo went on patiently, surveying a bundle of spinach and then putting it back. “You belong with me, like I belong with you. That tomato belongs in the pasta I am making tonight. We sensed compatibility in each other when I picked it up. However, this bundle of spinach is totally in discord.” He tossed it to Elijah. “Feel that... can’t you hear its lack of harmony. Almost as bad as you in the shower when you think I’m not home.”

“You know Viggo... I thought... no... No... I knew before today that you where the maddest crazy fucker around the block... but right now? I think you perhaps should be locked up for the protection of others.”

“Would you like that?” Viggo asked, finally claiming some spinach and moving on to corn.

“No.” It was a simple answer for a simple truth. “But sometimes you frighten me.”

Pausing, Viggo turned around and bent down to kiss Elijah softly. “I never want to do that... but vegetables talk to me.” He nodded and straightened back up to return to his corn search. “Are there no healthy fruits and vegetables you want?”

“Vegetables talk to you... does fruit talk to you too?” Elijah looked around before gathering a few nice looking oranges.

“Well, you talk to me all the time and so does Ian and Craig, so I guess they do. Those oranges don’t like you.” Viggo heaped a load of corn in the cart.

“The oranges don’t like me??” Elijah looked at his lover and sighed, wondering if he really was up to dealing with this.

Viggo read the symptoms immediately from previous experience with wife and lovers. He wondered sadly if any of them would ever really get him and then said, “Never mind. Just choose what is right for you.” He began to check over Fuji apples, mouth watering a little at the thought of eating one right now.

Elijah frowned slightly. He did not like that dismissal, not at all... and it forced him to consider his behavior. “If... if these ones’ don’t like me Vig... which ones do? If I eat something that doesn’t like me... I’m liable to get a belly ache.”

Viggo turned back toward him head cocked to the side questioningly. His light blue eyes took in Elijah’s darker ones for a moment, before his mouth widened into a gentle smile. He walked over to look at the oranges with Elijah, taking them in. His neck swung to one side to press a few soft kisses on Elijah’s cheek. Several full, large oranges made their way into his hands. “These ones are right.”

Elijah grinned, sure he’d done the right thing. As his lover started looking for something else he studied the orange’s Viggo had chosen and then the ones he had before looked over at the bananas. He took a long time, finally choosing the ones that seems brighter some how, “What about these?”

Viggo ran his hands over the peels and then smiled at Elijah. “Yeah, those are perfect. Banana crème pie?”

“I was thinking banana splits... but pie is never bad...” He grinned but as he said pie his eyes drifted to the apples, apple pie was still the best.

“I have the right apples for the pie,” Viggo said with a little smirk. He glanced around them discreetly and then tilted Elijah back to snog the hell out of him. “That’s for trying to understand me.”

Elijah grinned up at Viggo and licked his lover’s lips before saying softly, “Very, very welcome... I find it most rewarding.” He giggled softly before snuggling into Viggo’s body happily, “Apple pie?” It was almost drooled out.

“Yeah. We need ice cream, but that’s for later. Are you done here?” He surveyed the section with his eyes, wondering if he himself missed anything, though their cart was already piled high with varying produce.

Elijah looked at the cart, “Did you get potatoes?” He mentally flicked through the cupboards, trying to remember if there was something he’d ‘not’ seen.

“Russet, Idaho and some unusual Australian blue potato species.” Viggo counted them off on his fingers, looking excited at the prospect of blue potatoes. “They’re supposed to be good in potato salad.”

“Sweet? I found this warm salad I want to try... I need sweet and russet for it...”

“Sweet.” Viggo wandered over to the potatoes and spoke with them for a few moments, before returning, juggling five of them. “This enough?”

Elijah nodded before moving over towards the herb rack, “Do they have lemon thyme here or do we have some in the garden?”

“We have some, which I planted after the incident with dried herbs in a can...” Viggo nodded sagely, as if Elijah should know the disaster of a dinner with Orlando.

“Dried herbs in a can?” He tilted his head to the side, “I don’t think I know that story.”

“IthappenedwhenOrlandotriedtoseduemeearlyinthefirstreshootsandthoughtthekeytomyheartwasdriedherbs,” Viggo said in a rush, hoping Elijah might miss most of the explanation. He headed for the second aisle, which housed soft drinks, tea, coffee, juices and assorted canned fruit.

Elijah didn’t move as he tried to work out what Viggo had said, “It happened when... when Orli tried... TO SEDUCE YOU???” He missed the rest of the statement, but figured he had the important stuff.

“You know, I’ve always wondered if Mango-Prune juice is as horrid as it sounds,” Viggo said, holding a bottle and reading the nutrition facts.

Elijah almost levitated the bottle out of Viggo’s hand. “Orlando tried to seduce you? And you didn’t think was worth mentioning?”

“It was a long time ago. He made a horrible mess out of the entire dinner. It was more than slightly embarrassing for us both. And he’s decided to date girls now... so what was there to say?” A smile snuck up on Viggo, as he remembered the high-pitched little shriek Orlando made when he tripped over his shoelace and dumped a plate of rice in oyster sauce on Viggo’s lap. Not exactly smooth.

Elijah sighed and leant against Viggo, not liking the smile, it looked like Viggo had fond memories of his dinner mess. “You... you look like it’s a good memory.”

“He set my shirt on fire after dropping oyster sauce on my lap and then put it out by dumping the goldfish bowl over my head.”

Elijah looked at Viggo, as if expecting him to tell him it was just a joke. When that wasn’t forthcoming he laughed, shaking his head, “Oh god! Poor Orli!!”

“His seduction attempt ended with him blubbering into my best set of dish towels about how nobody would ever love him.” Viggo took the bottle back and then shoved it on the shelf, choosing his favorite fruit punch instead.

Elijah laughed more as he added a bottle of the juice he preferred.

The cart continued up the aisle, Viggo blithely bypassing all the soft drinks, coffee and tea. He fixed his eyes on some applesauce, thinking apple-apricot was as near genius as mankind ever ventured.

Viggo was pulled to a stop by Elijah’s hand holding onto his arm and not stepping further, “Viggo, you’re missing all the drinks!”

“Drinks? We’ll get the milk later, and I chose my punch.” He pointed in the cart and started again toward his applesauce. The jar already sang to him- the little hussy.

“Viggo!!” Elijah stamped his foot and tugged him to a stop again. “Drinks!” He pointed to a box of thirty cans of coke. “The real stuff?”

Viggo’s eyes flickered over all the soda and then returned to Elijah. “That’s sugar water with a caffeine pill dropped in.” He turned longingly toward his applesauce.

“Vig! It’s what *I* like to drink!” He picked up the box and then eyed the cart, trying to find somewhere to put it in. “Maybe we need another one...”

“How much of this do you drink in a week?” Viggo asked suspiciously, as if the Coke were a deadly enemy. He pointed to the bottom of the cart for stowing the unknown intruder. It did not speak to him at all, being rather more chemical than actual food.

“I drink as much as I drink... it changes day to day... but without my caffeine you’re not going to love me as much, I promise you that.” He smiled sweetly at Viggo before adding two six packs of ‘V’.

“I am not buying all that,” Viggo said. “If you need a jolt, I’ll zap you with a cattle prod in the morning.”

“Viggo... we’re getting it.” He smiled at his lover sweetly.

Viggo hmphed, but moved on, deciding he would accept his lover’s addiction for the moment, since Elijah graciously accepted his talking to lettuce. He picked up the applesauce and silently apologized for putting it in a cart full of soda.

Elijah sighed and shook his head, suddenly sure this was going to be a much more eventful shopping trip than he had expected, “What are you getting the apple sauce for?”

“Me. Though you can have some if you want it. It’s a very healthy snack and a good substitute for grease in cooking” Viggo smiled at the applesauce proudly.

“Substitute for grease?” Elijah looked at the jar and shook his head, “My boyfriend the health nut.”

“I am not. I have a rather troubling addiction to the most dangerous, non-nutritional sweet that exists.” Viggo turned into the next aisle- bread, crackers, chips and snacks.

“The most dangerous, non-nutritional sweet that exists?? Viggo!! Please share!! It sounds wonderful!!!” grinned at his lover as he started throwing bags of chips and other snacks into the cart.

“I refuse to share you,” Viggo said, throwing the junk out as swiftly as it entered the cart.

“Thank you, dear.” Elijah debated yelling at Viggo, telling him to stop being selfish before he shook his head and headed back towards the entrance of the store.

Viggo looked at Elijah’s retreating back and then skipped after him, still pushing the cart. “Where are you going?”

“If you won’t share... I’ll get my own...” He pulled his own cart into the shop and beamed at Viggo. “There we go...” He pulled out his cans of drink to load in ‘his’ cart.

Viggo’s nose wrinkled in distress, but he let Elijah load his own cart wordlessly. He wandered back toward the aisles, heading now only for the ones where he wanted items.

Elijah did not like it any more than Viggo, but he also was very unwilling to turn their first joint shopping trip into an argument.

Viggo paused in front of the ice cream, but then passed it by, deciding Elijah would choose his own. He did pick out some organic yogurt, wondering vaguely as he did if Exene had not been some warning to him... an indication that you could not get everything right and maybe should stop trying. He opened one of the containers and ate the raspberry goodness while thinking about concessions. He managed to circle the rice and pasta aisle three times before realizing.

Elijah brought his cart next to Viggo’s. It was about half full, there was a fair amount of junk, but there was also a good deal of healthy food in there. He looked up at Viggo, “So... still unwilling to share?” He hoped Viggo would relent because he did not want to shop alone.

Viggo looked at his basket and then began to toss the items into his own, even the junk food. He did not point out that the items were not shared food. They were Elijah’s, just as he supposed, the stuff in his cart was for him. He paused and then smiled faintly. “Everything is complicated now, isn’t it?”

“I guess it is... but...” he pulled Viggo's head down for a soul-destroying kiss “...there are... rewards.”

Viggo made a noise deep in the back of his throat and then pulled Elijah right off his feet. “I guess we’ll just have to exercise the junk food out of you.”

Elijah laughed and wrapped his arms around Viggo. “I look forward to it, lover mine.” And he pressed their lips together for another long kiss.

“But you do know they make organic Cheezels? They are called...” he paused, realizing the neat trap he just set and what Elijah’s reaction would probably be.

Elijah sighed and leaned back, looking up at Viggo. He pointed to himself and then Viggo and said clearly, “Boyfriends! Not father and son!” He sighed and looked deeply into Viggo’s eyes, “I like my junk food... and as long as much doctor tells me I’m healthy I’m gonna keep eating it, Vig.”

“They’re called Pirates Booty, and they taste really good.” Viggo narrowed his eyes slightly at Elijah. “And if the man who loves you cannot be concerned that you eat right, who gets the privilege?”

Elijah cupped Viggo’s face to press soft kisses over his cheeks. “I love you too, babe...” He kissed Viggo lips softly before explaining, “The only person who ever had issue with what I eat is my mom, so I guess I... connect the two?”

“So no Pirate’s Booty?” Viggo asked, sounding almost sad.

Elijah suddenly started laughing, leaning against Viggo as he giggled. “You like them!!!” He giggled more before saying, “Let’s get lots of them... seeing how highly recommended they come and all.”

Viggo rubbed his nose against Elijah’s. “Put your cart back? I don’t want to shop anymore without you.”

Elijah’s smile became beaming. “So you don’t mind sharing it now? Cause I don’t want to shop without you, either.”

“I never minded sharing my cart. I said it was _you_ I refused to share.” Viggo smiled, one of his most gentle and loving expressions, the one that melted women into puddles of delight and won him access into fancy restaurants and clubs, long before Aragorn came along.

“Oh...” Elijah blinked, “Ooooohhhh...” And his smile went into the mega watt scale before he pounced Viggo and kissed him long and deeply, not caring who could be watching them.

Startled, Viggo banged his hip into their cart catching Elijah, which sent it rattling down the aisle without them. He forgot to pay any mind to its escape, holding Elijah close and kissing back. A wolf whistle from a pair of passing women finally made him pull back for a breath. “You thought I refused to share a cart with you?”

Elijah nodded, “With my food in fact...” He looked a little sheepish.

“We already had your apples and potatoes and herbs,” Viggo reminded him, but his smile now began to turn into something amused, but still loving. He rubbed his nose on Elijah’s again, enjoying the Eskimo kiss and then set him down. “We still need ice cream to go with the pie, you know.”

Elijah grinned and nodded, “Ice-cream goooood...” He grinned at the word in general, feeling much happier, “Oh! Do we have mayo and plain yogurt?”

“I got plain organic yogurt, but no mayo. That’s up one of the other aisles.” He steered Elijah down to the end of the aisle and then headed back for the ice cream he passed up before. “Did you want vanilla for the pie ala mode?”

“Yes please!!!” Elijah grinned, looking at the different varieties before choosing one, “How about this one?”

Viggo took the carton and nodded. “French vanilla. Very lovely melted over pie. And it’s organic.”

“Milk usually is...” Elijha teased lightly.

Viggo bit his ear in retaliation. “No, these cows have no hormones injected or antibiotics and their feed is all grown without GMOs, pesticides or fertilizers. And they’re free range.” He nodded a few times sagely, before putting the carton in the cart.

Elijah just nodded and commented softly, “Whatever makes you happy love.”

“Its important, too,” Viggo said, but did not explain further. He wandered down the frozen aisle, looking over the food dismissively. “Do you want anything here?”

“Um...” Eyeing Viggo’s expression Elijah decided against it, “No... Not right now no.”

“Are you sure? Some tempting frozen cardboard with green lumps perhaps? A nice box of cheese food over Styrofoam? How can you miss with these delicious meals?” Viggo eyed a stack of meat pies as if they planned to leap out of the freezer and attack him.

“No... Umm... all good here...” Elijah nudged the cart some, wanting to get Viggo past the frozen foods now. “Come on Vig... we... we need milk don’t we?”

The stuttering surprised Viggo, but he nodded a little and walked on with Elijah. He glanced back once more at the frozen and then said, “There’s something in there you really like.”

“Is there??” Elijah looked rather surprised at Viggo’s comment.

“You were stuttering.” Viggo nodded conclusively. “So, what did you want?”

“You to stop eyeing the frozen food section like it were going to... to attack you.”

“I think you wanted something,” Viggo said, turning to really study Elijah’s face. “You just wanted me to get away from the frozen killer peas?”

“Viggo, love? I really don’t think the peas are killers...”

“I bet they aren’t even peas... just some sort of plastic imitation...” Viggo muttered darkly.

Elijah couldn’t help it, he snickered, shaking his head as he continued to walk away from the frozen section, “I love you.”

Viggo nodded distractedly, though he instinctively beamed at the words. They turned down the cereal aisle, and he headed for the oatmeal. “Want any mush?”

“No thanks, I rather toast.” Elijah added a few odd things into the cart as they walked, but nothing major.

“You rather toast?” Viggo added a jar of special peanut butter to the cart, an addiction his son laughed at him about.

“For breakfast... Not made on breakfast stuff... well... cooked breakfasts are good, but who can be bothered every day?”

Viggo blinked and turned back to Elijah again. “Are you sure you speak the English language?”

“Fairly sure love... what don’t you get?”

“Not made on breakfast stuff?” Viggo pushed the cart onward, stopping to seriously consider his choice of bread, before selecting sourdough for himself.

“I don’t really like most ‘breakfast’ meals... cereal and the like. Can’t stand porridge.”

“Even with brown sugar and cream?” Viggo asked, gesturing for Elijah to choose bread for his toast.

Elijah decided on a light rye. “Never had cream on it.” He put the bread in the cart, “Had it with jam, with sugar, with fruit... um... milk... even with syrup... just don’t like it.”

“I’ll make a note of that for further reference,” Viggo said, thinking Elijah needed his head examined. “I bet you love donuts.”

“Never had them for breakfast... but I do love jam donuts!” He grinned before grabbing a few cans of tuna fish. “What about you? Do you like donuts?”

“Do you have to have the tuna?” Viggo asked carefully, itching to remove the cans. “I know they’re trying to make them dolphin safe now, but the fisheries are really depleted and the meat is full of
mercury. It can make you impotent.”

Elijah sighed softly before putting them back on the shelf, “Note to self - don’t eat mercury”

“Well, it can also drive you insane or out and out kill you in high enough doses... but impotence usually works best with men.” He fluffed Elijah’s hair and rewarded him for his lack of fight but dumping jelly donuts, which he despised, into the cart.

Elijah pressed a kiss to Viggo’s cheek before he started looking through the things in the cart, wondering if they had missed anything, “I need a new toothbrush.”

“We’re not to household objects yet. Do you like kittens?” Viggo asked apropos of nothing, except they had turned down the pet food aisle.

“Kittens? I adore cats in general... Kittens are just twice as adorable...” He grinned up at Viggo, “In short? YES!”

“I’ve always had dogs... but we don’t really have room right now...” Viggo turned down the hair products, eyes products and other toiletries aisle. “OK, show me what to buy for your contacts.”

“My contacts?” Elijah ginned, “It’s just this solution...” He pointed to the right box, “But you shouldn’t have to worry about it, I tend to stock up big about once every six months... I seldom run out.” He grinned before moving away to chose a toothbrush, “It’s very sweet of you to ask.”

Viggo got a special brand of organic and natural toothpaste, plus snagged some special herbal hair shampoo and conditioner. “Have we got enough soap?”

“Considering the state they send you home in Aragorn, we never have enough soap...” He giggled softly and grabbed some q-tips, as well as his Colgate toothpaste.

Viggo swatted him in the ass hard enough to smart for a second and then dumped about twelve cakes of special soap into the cart.

Elijah giggled and wriggled his ass at Viggo while saying, “I’m gonna make you kiss that better when we get home.”

“How about I lick it better instead?” Viggo asked, grabbing a pack of ribbed condoms for the cart.

Elijah grinned and threw the largest container of their favorite lube the shop stocked into the cart with them.

“Well, at least we’re not hiding who we are.” Viggo smiled, thinking of how careful they had been at first, nearly tripping over each other in caution.

“I'm sick of being careful...” Elijah sighed before saying softly, “I don’t want to hide us... us is some of the best parts of me, and I don’t want to hide them.”

“You who never had an on-set relationship before.” Viggo purred and kissed Elijah, pulling him up to his toes again.

Elijah laughed when their kiss ended. “Seems silly now...”

“No, it meant I was the first... and I like that.” Viggo did not even flush in embarrassment at the rather jealous pride he took in being the first to persuade Elijah to be with him during a shoot.

“It’s not like I had suitors beating down my door or anything before you know.” Elijah smiled at Viggo, “But... no one was ever worth the complications... you are more than worth it.”

“You did, too! You were second on Orlando’s list... which I think may explain how you lost half your wardrobe the night you two had dinner.” Viggo grinned his largest, most amused grin and then went on pushing the cart.

“Lose? I did not lose anything! Lost implies I don't know where it is. I know exactly where those clothes are! Torn apart!! He ripped my shirt and jacket!! It’s only lucky that I had jeans on... or who know what else he would have ripped??”

“And it wasn’t even in the sexual passion he wanted it to be...” Viggo managed to keep a straight face, though he laughed inwardly. Orlando came to him the next day, sobbing about being celibate all his life. If Viggo has ever been tempted to bed him that would have been the day.

‘He’s... I mean he’s a great mate and all... but he’s too... pretty! If I wanted a girl... I’d date a girl.” Elijah sighed, shaking his head, “I just don’t get it.”

“I do.” Viggo got their last items- male vitamins and calcium and then headed for the cashiers.

“So explain it to me!!” He looked hopefully up at Viggo as they started to load things up onto the counter for the girl to do whatever people did with cash registers.

“You want me to explain having sex with women to you?” Viggo asked, and the cashier shattered their bottle of milk by dropping it on the floor.

Elijah’s eyes widened and he shook his head, laughing. "No!!! That’s not what I didn’t get!!! I can understand that...” He turned the cashier. “Are you ok?”

She just stared at them with huge brown eyes, milk trailing over her shoes.

Viggo sighed and signaled to one of the others. “I think I killed another of your employees. What part don’t you get then?” he asked as a young man helped the girl away to sit and another cashier began to ring their purchases.

“Ok... I get wanting to be with girls... in an abstract kind of way... but why the hell was Orli trying to get into my pants? He knew I wasn’t interested.”

“OH... that... how did he know you weren’t interested?” That was news to Viggo. He watched the new cashier patently ignore them, even loudly blowing a bubble with her gum to show how impressed she was with movies stars.

“I thought I made it pretty obvious that I wasn’t interested and then he stats pawing me?” Elijah shook his head and sighed, “And then decides that the best way to get me to change my mind is to rip my clothes off?”

“Actually, that was just Orli being... well, Orli. He cried on my shoulder all night after that little incident. I really thought you were going to take him out the next day.” He paid with cash and eyes Elijah in amusement. “Made me decide to approach you very carefully, in case I needed to retreat fast with your little teeth snapping at my ankles.”

“I chewed him out up one side and down the other... stupid Orli. He's a great friend now, though.” Elijah took control of the cart from Viggo and pushed it out to the car. “We didn’t do so bad did we?”

“Do we ever do bad?” Viggo asked, a note of seriousness in the light question.

“Sometimes we have bad moments... like when I thought you wouldn’t share you’re cart... but we don’t let them last.”

“And I was trying to make it a good moment, too,” Viggo said wistfully. “You’re what I am addicted to, what I could never share or bear to lose, no matter what.”

Elijah wrapped himself around Viggo tightly. “I love you, too... and I have not the slightest intention of ever being shared. I’m all Viggo’s, all the time.”

“Sounds like a bad TV show.” Viggo put the last of their bags in the back and then touched Elijah’s cheek. “So, did you like the co-op?”

“It was.... different?” Elijah grinned, the comment was more about shopping with Viggo than the co-op really.

“The perfect description for us- different.” Viggo kissed the tip of Elijah’s nose. “Come on, let’s go home, put away all this junk and then jump each other like bunnies.”

Elijah laughed, leaning close to bite at Viggo’s neck for a moment, “Sounds like a plan lover mine...”

With that for incentive, Viggo roared out of the parking lot and nearly took the truck to Mach 3 on the way home.