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NEW: Hitchhiker 7/10 (Viggo/Elijah) [NC-17]
Title: HitchHiker
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com) and Wushu
Pairing: Viggo/Elijah
Beta:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
riley442 (we love her!)
Banner: A special thank you toringwench (love her, too!)
Rating: NC-17
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.
Summary: Ever picked up a lost soul by the wayside?
Author’s Notes: This was written for the lovelytrianne as part of the 2005 ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashababy ficathon. However, until recently, it was not thoroughly betaed, but our lovely riley442 helped us out and went through this gi-normous fiction for us. Enjoy!
I guess boys all dream and so did I
My hands once reached to touch the sky
Is this the sky that I reached for
Just the dust of the road and nothin’ more
Here comes another car
Hitch Hiker
Hitch hiker! Hitch hiker!
Like a restless tiger you can’t stand still
And you never will.
- Bobby Bright and Laurie Allen
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“We’re nearly to the other town. Do you want me to stop?” He refrained from looking at the black clouds which were nearly upon them. “I should probably get some gas for this machine, anyway.”
Elijah gave a shuddering little nod. “I- I’d rather not be in the car... when- when the storm is overhead?” He spoke softly against Viggo’s torso. “And I kinda... well, I need a pit stop.”
“Hmmm.” Viggo considered their options. The town did not consist of very much, but he thought the diner might be open.
They entered the small town of Gurney Junction just as the rain began to fall over them. A flash of lightening illuminated the old, but well maintained buildings. In the center of the very small main street, a fifties style diner sat, its open sign flashing invitingly.
“How about we stop here for awhile?”
Elijah watched the town carefully as they drove in, noticing that about the only people he saw were in the diner and nodded. “A cup of something warm would go down a treat... right afterwards.”
Viggo parked and pulled his coat out of the back seat, tossing it over Elijah. “Here, wear this.” Another flash of lightening was followed by an instant roar of thunder.
Elijah’s fingers fisted in the jacket and he jumped, moving sideways and almost into Viggo’s lap, shivering and apologizing at the same time.
Viggo caught him and gently helped him into the jacket. “Easy there, Elijah. It’s not going to hurt you.” He opened the door and pulled Elijah out with him. They hurried through the rain toward the diner, even as a flash of lightening tore the air overhead.
Elijah cowered against Viggo’s side, stumbling across the street and into the diner. He did not move away from Viggo, although being inside a building did make him feel a little less vulnerable.
An older waitress gestured them to a booth, though the entire place was nearly empty. “Hello, dearies. Bad storm, eh? What can I do you for?”
Viggo kept Elijah by his side as he sat down and smiled up at her. “I’ll have some tea and some hot apple pie, please.”
“Um... do- do you have a restroom?” Elijah gave her his very best appealing blue eyes, the action automatic.
She nodded and pointed to the corner. “Can I get you anything, honey?”
“Um... some... a hot cocoa?” He gave her another appealing look before he headed over to the door she indicated.
“He’s a real heartbreaker, I bet,” the waitress said to Viggo, as Elijah disappeared. “Those eyes. Being his father must be quite a difficult job.”
Viggo smiled politely and said, “A heartbreaker... yes, that’s a good description.”
She smiled back, nodding sagely, before scurrying off to get their order.
It took Elijah a little while to come back and when he did, he had obviously washed up. Sitting at the table, he smiled at Viggo, although the thunder had him still trembling. “What did I miss?”
“Nothing, except that the waitress was very taken with your eyes, even behind the horn rims.” He wrapped and arm around Elijah’s shoulders and hugged him a little. “You’re trembling.”
“I don’t like the storm, Vig.” He pressed into Viggo’s side gratefully. “Some people like the glasses... something about knowing I’m blind as a bat makes me cuter, or something... I don’t know.”
“Softer,” Viggo cooed, pressing a kiss to Elijah’s forehead. “You look vulnerable... even though I bet you’re hard as nails.”
“Don’t coo at me!” Elijah’s voice was indignant. “I’m not soft! Or vulnerable! Or cute!”
“What are you then?” Viggo demanded.
The waitress chose this moment to bring their drinks. She smiled at them broadly, thinking they were father and son still.
Elijah changed tactics slightly and whispered into Viggo’s ear, “You didn’t think me soft when I had my cock as far up your ass as it could go this morning.
Viggo raised an eyebrow at the uncouth response. “That’s not the same.” He cut a small piece from his pie and ate it slowly, sliding a little away from Elijah.
Elijah gave Viggo, and then the waitress, his most sweet and saintly smile and took a sip of his cocoa. “Thank you.”
Rolling his eyes, Viggo muttered, “It might also help your tough image if you weren’t drinking cocoa.”
“Oh and tea is such a manly drink... Makes you look like a bloody Brit!” He did his best Ian accent as he spoke.
“I’m not the one protesting,” Viggo observed mildly, glancing outside to watch a shocking lightening flash.
Elijah barely had a moment to put down his mug before the huge boom of thunder sounded and he called out in fright, pressing himself into Viggo’s side as if trying to hide between him and the booth.
Without comment, Viggo wrapped his arms tightly around Elijah and let him burrow in his chest. He settled back against the booth, watching the rain pour and rush down the streets.
Snuggling as close as he could, Elijah closed his eyes and shuddered with each further crack of thunder.
Viggo stroked Elijah’s back and hair soothingly. “Do you know why you’re afraid of the storm, Elijah?”
“No, I- I don’t know. I’ve always been afraid of them... ever since I can remember.”
“Hmm,” Viggo said. He began to sing in Spanish, his voice pitched so only Elijah could hear him. His low tones helped dim the sounds from outside, focusing everything on them alone.
Elijah focused his every sense on Viggo-- the sound of his voice, the feel and smell of him, the touch of their bodies up one side. His eyes closed, and he pictured them snuggled up in front of a fire, warm and cozy.
Viggo picked up the cup of cocoa and offered it to Elijah. “Here, drink some more of this.”
Elijah did not reply verbally, but took a small sip of the warm drink.
Viggo set it back down and picked up his own tea, sipping it and letting the warmth seep through to his bones. Fortunately, the waitress did not come over to chat, though she shot them several curious glances. At length, Viggo said, “I think the storm is abating, Elijah.”
Looking out the window, Elijah nodded. There had been no lightning or thunder for several minuets, and the force of the rain was visibly lessening. “Looks like it to me, yes.”
“Want to keep going? We’ll be home soon.” He offered Elijah his last piece of pie.
Elijah declined the offer of pie, finishing his cocoa and then answered, “Yes, let’s get home.” He placed some bills on the table, paying with a very, very nice tip and stood. “Come on old man, let’s get going?”
Viggo slid out with a nod at the waitress and took Elijah’s hand, walking outside into the now light drizzle. “So, not cute and vulnerable, right?” he said, the hint of a smile reappearing.
Elijah sighed. “Not fair to use thunderstorms against me! It’s not.. I... um... take the fifth.”
Viggo laughed soundlessly and opened the door for Elijah. “You’ve gotten on in a killer business since you were a child... I’m thinking you never were all that helpless.”
Elijah climbed into the car, waiting for Viggo to get in before answering. “There is a part of me that can act the part perfectly. The young star and all that crap... but I do care... a lot. It’s a hard industry... soulless. Sometimes, I think it’s killed mine.”
Viggo narrowed his eyes slightly. He leaned forward and brushed his lips ever so softly over Elijah’s, inviting without pushing.
Elijah deepened the kiss, slowly, as if kissing Viggo for the first time all over again.
Viggo touched Elijah’s cheek with his fingertips, stroking there a few times before pulling back. “I rather think your soul is intact, Elijah.”
Elijah’s smile was shy, and he blushed a little. “Thank you.” Leaning forward so their lips touched again, Elijah gave Viggo the softest kiss he could, trying to convey his emotions.
The temptation to just remain in the embrace and let the hours melt away grew deep inside Viggo. He pulled back from Elijah before they overpowered him. “Same here,” he said softly, before turning back to start up the truck. “Let me get some gas and then, we’ll be back on our way.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” Elijah shrugged out of Viggo’s jacket, but he draped it over his body as a blanket as he snuggled into Viggo’s side, eyes closing. The intense emotions brought on by the storm was fading, and with them gone, tiredness crept in.
Viggo stopped at the local gas station, filling up quickly and then climbing back in with Elijah. He draped his arm over his lover and sang softly as they drove out of town, hoping to soothe him to sleep.
It worked and soon, Elijah dozed against Viggo’s shoulder.
The miles vanished in behind them. As the clouds passed on, the late afternoon sun emerged and glistened off the wet pavement. Viggo smiled contentedly at the familiar scenery, knowing home lay not far before him. He let Elijah sleep until they pulled into the long gravel driveway that led to his ranch. Shaking Elijah gently, he said, “Wake up. We’re home.”
Elijah’s eyes opened slowly, and he muttered, “Five more minutes, Sean? Please?”
“Sean?” Viggo said in a bit of bemusement. “Sorry, my name’s Viggo... and we’re at my ranch now, Elijah.” He shook him a bit more.
Elijah blinked up at Viggo and smiled a little. “ Hi... Sorry... um... didn’t want to wake up.” He smiled a little more and pressed a kiss to Viggo’s cheek, asking hopefully, “Are we home?”
“Yes we are,” Viggo said, driving past the pastures where horses lifted their heads and watched them with their mouths full of grass. He gestured to the old ranch house in front of them. “It’s over a century old... and I love it.”
Elijah smiled at the emotion in Viggo’s voice, and on his face. “I can see that...” He watched as the rain washed house seemed to gleam in the light and nodded. “Beautiful.”
“Wait until you see the inside... I have it furnished with period pieces. There’s only one room which is modern. Henry nearly made the walls rattle apart with his shrieks when I proposed getting rid of all his technology.”
Elijah laughed softly, more awake now as he studied the house more. “I wonder if I’m going to have to arrange emergency-relief technology drops for me though.” He grinned at Viggo and kissed his cheek. “Show me home, please?”
“Emergency relief technology drop offs?” Viggo said dubiously. He parked in front of the house and hopped out, his boots crunching the familiar ground as if in greeting. He grabbed his gear and gestured Elijah toward the house. “I’ll give you the grand tour.”
A giggling Elijah followed him out of the driver’s door, dragging his backpack behind him. “I look forward to the grandness of the tour...” He held his hand out to Viggo. “Show me the way.”
With a grand bow, Viggo took Elijah’s hand and led him to the door. “I present to you, the maginificent home of Senor Mortensen,” he said with a little snobby lift to his chin. “Please, no flash photography, as everything in here is priceless.”
Elijah leaned against Viggo as his giggling became an outright snicker, asking, “Have you ever considered acting?”
“I used to do a little on the stage, but I was never going to be able to make a living at it, so I gave it up.” He walked inside, slinging his backpack on the coat rack and heading for the kitchen. “This is my twenties style kitchen. I decided after a few disasters with Henry that I had to get a modern stove and a microwave, no matter how distasteful. Usually, I prefer to throw together my meals.”
Elijah followed Viggo’s example with his bag, and carefully hung Viggo’s jacket up before looking around and following him into the kitchen, grinning. “Very retro man!” He ran his finger over the bench top and smiled. “Looks good.”
“I’m glad you approve,” Viggo said with a little laugh. He led Elijah through a swinging door into a huge living room, where an old fashioned rocker sat in front of a large, antique fireplace. Everything, from floor to roof, was paneled in exquisite old oak and shined proudly. Viggo headed for a newly refurbished sofa and flopped on it for a moment. “Oh, heaven.”
Elijah got one look at the rocker and seemingly teleported into it, curling up in the large chair and rocking. “You may never get me out of this...” He sighed happily, rocking back and forth, his smile a little dreamy.
“What about the rest of the tour?” Viggo asked, watching Elijah with an equal smile. “There’s still my studio, the guest room, Henry’s bedroom... and our bedroom.”
“They aren’t going anywhere are they?” Elijah’s dreamy smile did not change, although his expression got a little thoughtful. “Be perfect if there was a fire...” He looked at Viggo a little hopefully.
“A fire? In the summer?” He raised an eyebrow at Elijah with a little shake of his head.
Elijah looked disappointed, but kept rocking. “Oh...”
With a grumble, Viggo rolled off the couch and walked to the fireplace. He opened the grate and gathered up a few small pieces of wood. In a moment, a small fire crackled happily. “There. I’m going to go put my things in the studio.”
Elijah watched the fire, entranced for a few moments, before standing and hugging Viggo from behind. “Thank you.” He kissed the back of Viggo’s neck, before asking, “Let me help?”
“Why not stay and enjoy the fire? I’ll just be a few minutes.” He turned to kiss Elijah and then hurried off to collect his things. Neatly balancing his canvas, backpack and a few tubes of paint in both hands, he trotted up the stairs.
Elijah did feel a little guilty at not helping, but not guilty enough that he did not snuggle back into the chair, rocking it as he stared dreamily into the fire, humming something very softly.
A series of odd noises drifted down from the studio, as Viggo puttered about, setting things up and setting his paints in their places. He shut the door behind him and trotted back down. “Are you hungry? I have some pasta I can whip up for dinner.”
Elijah stretched a little, looking over at Viggo shaking his head. “No... There’s something you could do for me though...” He looked at Viggo hopefully as he stood, stretching and smiling.
Viggo paused and looked at Elijah with slightly questioning eyes. “And what might that be, Elijah?”
“Sit down?” He pointed to the rocker, his expression even more hopeful then before.
Viggo walked to the chair and sat down, assuming the stretched out, comfortable position he always favored. “Ah... lovely.”
With a look of pure glee, Elijah snuggled himself into Viggo’s stretched out lap, laying his head on Viggo’s shoulder with a contented little moan. “Perfect!”
“You’ve been wanting to do this all day, haven’t you?” Viggo said, his arms slipping naturally around Elijah. “What do you think of my home? What you’ve seen of it, that is.”
“Yes I have...” He snuggled in more and sighed. “I like it a lot... it fits you... although the fifties’ kitchen isn’t what I expected, I can see it fitting your silly side.”
“Twenties,” Viggo corrected absently, one hand rubbing Elijah’s side. “And why silly?”
“Why do you have a silly side? No idea... ask your parents, they would know better than I.” He kissed Viggo’s neck softly and nibbled on it lightly. “Nummy!”
Snorting, Viggo turned to kiss Elijah thoroughly. “Welcome to my home, Elijah. Stay as long as you want.”
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com) and Wushu
Pairing: Viggo/Elijah
Beta:
riley442 (we love her!)Banner: A special thank you to
ringwench (love her, too!)Rating: NC-17
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.
Summary: Ever picked up a lost soul by the wayside?
Author’s Notes: This was written for the lovely
trianne as part of the 2005 slashababy ficathon. However, until recently, it was not thoroughly betaed, but our lovely riley442 helped us out and went through this gi-normous fiction for us. Enjoy!I guess boys all dream and so did I
My hands once reached to touch the sky
Is this the sky that I reached for
Just the dust of the road and nothin’ more
Here comes another car
Hitch Hiker
Hitch hiker! Hitch hiker!
Like a restless tiger you can’t stand still
And you never will.
- Bobby Bright and Laurie Allen
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“We’re nearly to the other town. Do you want me to stop?” He refrained from looking at the black clouds which were nearly upon them. “I should probably get some gas for this machine, anyway.”
Elijah gave a shuddering little nod. “I- I’d rather not be in the car... when- when the storm is overhead?” He spoke softly against Viggo’s torso. “And I kinda... well, I need a pit stop.”
“Hmmm.” Viggo considered their options. The town did not consist of very much, but he thought the diner might be open.
They entered the small town of Gurney Junction just as the rain began to fall over them. A flash of lightening illuminated the old, but well maintained buildings. In the center of the very small main street, a fifties style diner sat, its open sign flashing invitingly.
“How about we stop here for awhile?”
Elijah watched the town carefully as they drove in, noticing that about the only people he saw were in the diner and nodded. “A cup of something warm would go down a treat... right afterwards.”
Viggo parked and pulled his coat out of the back seat, tossing it over Elijah. “Here, wear this.” Another flash of lightening was followed by an instant roar of thunder.
Elijah’s fingers fisted in the jacket and he jumped, moving sideways and almost into Viggo’s lap, shivering and apologizing at the same time.
Viggo caught him and gently helped him into the jacket. “Easy there, Elijah. It’s not going to hurt you.” He opened the door and pulled Elijah out with him. They hurried through the rain toward the diner, even as a flash of lightening tore the air overhead.
Elijah cowered against Viggo’s side, stumbling across the street and into the diner. He did not move away from Viggo, although being inside a building did make him feel a little less vulnerable.
An older waitress gestured them to a booth, though the entire place was nearly empty. “Hello, dearies. Bad storm, eh? What can I do you for?”
Viggo kept Elijah by his side as he sat down and smiled up at her. “I’ll have some tea and some hot apple pie, please.”
“Um... do- do you have a restroom?” Elijah gave her his very best appealing blue eyes, the action automatic.
She nodded and pointed to the corner. “Can I get you anything, honey?”
“Um... some... a hot cocoa?” He gave her another appealing look before he headed over to the door she indicated.
“He’s a real heartbreaker, I bet,” the waitress said to Viggo, as Elijah disappeared. “Those eyes. Being his father must be quite a difficult job.”
Viggo smiled politely and said, “A heartbreaker... yes, that’s a good description.”
She smiled back, nodding sagely, before scurrying off to get their order.
It took Elijah a little while to come back and when he did, he had obviously washed up. Sitting at the table, he smiled at Viggo, although the thunder had him still trembling. “What did I miss?”
“Nothing, except that the waitress was very taken with your eyes, even behind the horn rims.” He wrapped and arm around Elijah’s shoulders and hugged him a little. “You’re trembling.”
“I don’t like the storm, Vig.” He pressed into Viggo’s side gratefully. “Some people like the glasses... something about knowing I’m blind as a bat makes me cuter, or something... I don’t know.”
“Softer,” Viggo cooed, pressing a kiss to Elijah’s forehead. “You look vulnerable... even though I bet you’re hard as nails.”
“Don’t coo at me!” Elijah’s voice was indignant. “I’m not soft! Or vulnerable! Or cute!”
“What are you then?” Viggo demanded.
The waitress chose this moment to bring their drinks. She smiled at them broadly, thinking they were father and son still.
Elijah changed tactics slightly and whispered into Viggo’s ear, “You didn’t think me soft when I had my cock as far up your ass as it could go this morning.
Viggo raised an eyebrow at the uncouth response. “That’s not the same.” He cut a small piece from his pie and ate it slowly, sliding a little away from Elijah.
Elijah gave Viggo, and then the waitress, his most sweet and saintly smile and took a sip of his cocoa. “Thank you.”
Rolling his eyes, Viggo muttered, “It might also help your tough image if you weren’t drinking cocoa.”
“Oh and tea is such a manly drink... Makes you look like a bloody Brit!” He did his best Ian accent as he spoke.
“I’m not the one protesting,” Viggo observed mildly, glancing outside to watch a shocking lightening flash.
Elijah barely had a moment to put down his mug before the huge boom of thunder sounded and he called out in fright, pressing himself into Viggo’s side as if trying to hide between him and the booth.
Without comment, Viggo wrapped his arms tightly around Elijah and let him burrow in his chest. He settled back against the booth, watching the rain pour and rush down the streets.
Snuggling as close as he could, Elijah closed his eyes and shuddered with each further crack of thunder.
Viggo stroked Elijah’s back and hair soothingly. “Do you know why you’re afraid of the storm, Elijah?”
“No, I- I don’t know. I’ve always been afraid of them... ever since I can remember.”
“Hmm,” Viggo said. He began to sing in Spanish, his voice pitched so only Elijah could hear him. His low tones helped dim the sounds from outside, focusing everything on them alone.
Elijah focused his every sense on Viggo-- the sound of his voice, the feel and smell of him, the touch of their bodies up one side. His eyes closed, and he pictured them snuggled up in front of a fire, warm and cozy.
Viggo picked up the cup of cocoa and offered it to Elijah. “Here, drink some more of this.”
Elijah did not reply verbally, but took a small sip of the warm drink.
Viggo set it back down and picked up his own tea, sipping it and letting the warmth seep through to his bones. Fortunately, the waitress did not come over to chat, though she shot them several curious glances. At length, Viggo said, “I think the storm is abating, Elijah.”
Looking out the window, Elijah nodded. There had been no lightning or thunder for several minuets, and the force of the rain was visibly lessening. “Looks like it to me, yes.”
“Want to keep going? We’ll be home soon.” He offered Elijah his last piece of pie.
Elijah declined the offer of pie, finishing his cocoa and then answered, “Yes, let’s get home.” He placed some bills on the table, paying with a very, very nice tip and stood. “Come on old man, let’s get going?”
Viggo slid out with a nod at the waitress and took Elijah’s hand, walking outside into the now light drizzle. “So, not cute and vulnerable, right?” he said, the hint of a smile reappearing.
Elijah sighed. “Not fair to use thunderstorms against me! It’s not.. I... um... take the fifth.”
Viggo laughed soundlessly and opened the door for Elijah. “You’ve gotten on in a killer business since you were a child... I’m thinking you never were all that helpless.”
Elijah climbed into the car, waiting for Viggo to get in before answering. “There is a part of me that can act the part perfectly. The young star and all that crap... but I do care... a lot. It’s a hard industry... soulless. Sometimes, I think it’s killed mine.”
Viggo narrowed his eyes slightly. He leaned forward and brushed his lips ever so softly over Elijah’s, inviting without pushing.
Elijah deepened the kiss, slowly, as if kissing Viggo for the first time all over again.
Viggo touched Elijah’s cheek with his fingertips, stroking there a few times before pulling back. “I rather think your soul is intact, Elijah.”
Elijah’s smile was shy, and he blushed a little. “Thank you.” Leaning forward so their lips touched again, Elijah gave Viggo the softest kiss he could, trying to convey his emotions.
The temptation to just remain in the embrace and let the hours melt away grew deep inside Viggo. He pulled back from Elijah before they overpowered him. “Same here,” he said softly, before turning back to start up the truck. “Let me get some gas and then, we’ll be back on our way.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” Elijah shrugged out of Viggo’s jacket, but he draped it over his body as a blanket as he snuggled into Viggo’s side, eyes closing. The intense emotions brought on by the storm was fading, and with them gone, tiredness crept in.
Viggo stopped at the local gas station, filling up quickly and then climbing back in with Elijah. He draped his arm over his lover and sang softly as they drove out of town, hoping to soothe him to sleep.
It worked and soon, Elijah dozed against Viggo’s shoulder.
The miles vanished in behind them. As the clouds passed on, the late afternoon sun emerged and glistened off the wet pavement. Viggo smiled contentedly at the familiar scenery, knowing home lay not far before him. He let Elijah sleep until they pulled into the long gravel driveway that led to his ranch. Shaking Elijah gently, he said, “Wake up. We’re home.”
Elijah’s eyes opened slowly, and he muttered, “Five more minutes, Sean? Please?”
“Sean?” Viggo said in a bit of bemusement. “Sorry, my name’s Viggo... and we’re at my ranch now, Elijah.” He shook him a bit more.
Elijah blinked up at Viggo and smiled a little. “ Hi... Sorry... um... didn’t want to wake up.” He smiled a little more and pressed a kiss to Viggo’s cheek, asking hopefully, “Are we home?”
“Yes we are,” Viggo said, driving past the pastures where horses lifted their heads and watched them with their mouths full of grass. He gestured to the old ranch house in front of them. “It’s over a century old... and I love it.”
Elijah smiled at the emotion in Viggo’s voice, and on his face. “I can see that...” He watched as the rain washed house seemed to gleam in the light and nodded. “Beautiful.”
“Wait until you see the inside... I have it furnished with period pieces. There’s only one room which is modern. Henry nearly made the walls rattle apart with his shrieks when I proposed getting rid of all his technology.”
Elijah laughed softly, more awake now as he studied the house more. “I wonder if I’m going to have to arrange emergency-relief technology drops for me though.” He grinned at Viggo and kissed his cheek. “Show me home, please?”
“Emergency relief technology drop offs?” Viggo said dubiously. He parked in front of the house and hopped out, his boots crunching the familiar ground as if in greeting. He grabbed his gear and gestured Elijah toward the house. “I’ll give you the grand tour.”
A giggling Elijah followed him out of the driver’s door, dragging his backpack behind him. “I look forward to the grandness of the tour...” He held his hand out to Viggo. “Show me the way.”
With a grand bow, Viggo took Elijah’s hand and led him to the door. “I present to you, the maginificent home of Senor Mortensen,” he said with a little snobby lift to his chin. “Please, no flash photography, as everything in here is priceless.”
Elijah leaned against Viggo as his giggling became an outright snicker, asking, “Have you ever considered acting?”
“I used to do a little on the stage, but I was never going to be able to make a living at it, so I gave it up.” He walked inside, slinging his backpack on the coat rack and heading for the kitchen. “This is my twenties style kitchen. I decided after a few disasters with Henry that I had to get a modern stove and a microwave, no matter how distasteful. Usually, I prefer to throw together my meals.”
Elijah followed Viggo’s example with his bag, and carefully hung Viggo’s jacket up before looking around and following him into the kitchen, grinning. “Very retro man!” He ran his finger over the bench top and smiled. “Looks good.”
“I’m glad you approve,” Viggo said with a little laugh. He led Elijah through a swinging door into a huge living room, where an old fashioned rocker sat in front of a large, antique fireplace. Everything, from floor to roof, was paneled in exquisite old oak and shined proudly. Viggo headed for a newly refurbished sofa and flopped on it for a moment. “Oh, heaven.”
Elijah got one look at the rocker and seemingly teleported into it, curling up in the large chair and rocking. “You may never get me out of this...” He sighed happily, rocking back and forth, his smile a little dreamy.
“What about the rest of the tour?” Viggo asked, watching Elijah with an equal smile. “There’s still my studio, the guest room, Henry’s bedroom... and our bedroom.”
“They aren’t going anywhere are they?” Elijah’s dreamy smile did not change, although his expression got a little thoughtful. “Be perfect if there was a fire...” He looked at Viggo a little hopefully.
“A fire? In the summer?” He raised an eyebrow at Elijah with a little shake of his head.
Elijah looked disappointed, but kept rocking. “Oh...”
With a grumble, Viggo rolled off the couch and walked to the fireplace. He opened the grate and gathered up a few small pieces of wood. In a moment, a small fire crackled happily. “There. I’m going to go put my things in the studio.”
Elijah watched the fire, entranced for a few moments, before standing and hugging Viggo from behind. “Thank you.” He kissed the back of Viggo’s neck, before asking, “Let me help?”
“Why not stay and enjoy the fire? I’ll just be a few minutes.” He turned to kiss Elijah and then hurried off to collect his things. Neatly balancing his canvas, backpack and a few tubes of paint in both hands, he trotted up the stairs.
Elijah did feel a little guilty at not helping, but not guilty enough that he did not snuggle back into the chair, rocking it as he stared dreamily into the fire, humming something very softly.
A series of odd noises drifted down from the studio, as Viggo puttered about, setting things up and setting his paints in their places. He shut the door behind him and trotted back down. “Are you hungry? I have some pasta I can whip up for dinner.”
Elijah stretched a little, looking over at Viggo shaking his head. “No... There’s something you could do for me though...” He looked at Viggo hopefully as he stood, stretching and smiling.
Viggo paused and looked at Elijah with slightly questioning eyes. “And what might that be, Elijah?”
“Sit down?” He pointed to the rocker, his expression even more hopeful then before.
Viggo walked to the chair and sat down, assuming the stretched out, comfortable position he always favored. “Ah... lovely.”
With a look of pure glee, Elijah snuggled himself into Viggo’s stretched out lap, laying his head on Viggo’s shoulder with a contented little moan. “Perfect!”
“You’ve been wanting to do this all day, haven’t you?” Viggo said, his arms slipping naturally around Elijah. “What do you think of my home? What you’ve seen of it, that is.”
“Yes I have...” He snuggled in more and sighed. “I like it a lot... it fits you... although the fifties’ kitchen isn’t what I expected, I can see it fitting your silly side.”
“Twenties,” Viggo corrected absently, one hand rubbing Elijah’s side. “And why silly?”
“Why do you have a silly side? No idea... ask your parents, they would know better than I.” He kissed Viggo’s neck softly and nibbled on it lightly. “Nummy!”
Snorting, Viggo turned to kiss Elijah thoroughly. “Welcome to my home, Elijah. Stay as long as you want.”
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