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Fic: Controlled 12/45
Title: Controlled (12/45)
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17 for series, PG-13 for this part
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo
Warnings: BDSM, sap
Disclaimer: If this were true the world might be a better place.
Feedback: I love it!
Summary: Viggo and Elijah ring in the new millennium together.
A/N: I really wanted to give this one another edit, but when I wound up in the emergency room for the *second* time this week yesterday I just said "fuck it." So I hope this isn't too wordy and cliched. *crosses fingers*
Previous Chapters
The “date,” it turned out, consisted of finger food prepared by Hannah and taken in Elijah’s mom’s car to an overlook, forty miles from Los Angeles. The spot was out in the hills, and Viggo had actually been the one to suggest it. He would meet Elijah, to avoid the unlikely possibility of a press tail, at eleven o clock. Elijah was there at ten thirty five.
“Hey.”
Elijah whipped around quickly, a little nervous, when he heard the familiar voice. He had been sitting, his legs straight out in front of him in the grass, looking out over the valley, when Viggo’s low, calming tenor called to him from a few feet away. And there he was, the man Elijah had been thinking about for the past month, close enough to touch. Close enough to taste. Whoa, ‘Lijah. Back that train up. Talk first.
“Hey. You look good,” Elijah said in greeting.
And he did. Viggo’s hair was a little wild in the wind, but the black jumper and charcoal grey pants looked perfect on him, leather jacket and boots a holdover from New Zealand, jaw neatly shaved, which was a change. Elijah’s own outfit seemed a little too planned, almost contrived—a blue blazer hung loosely over a long-sleeved grey t-shirt, tucked into slightly tight jeans with holes in the knees. He felt a little like an advertisement for indie kid chic, but Viggo didn’t comment.
“Thanks. Food looks good,” he replied instead.
Elijah smiled, relieved to have something to do, and started arranging containers of food from the cooler around on the grass as Viggo sat down next to him. “Yeah, uh, there’s devilled eggs, and tea sandwiches, and black eyed peas for good luck but you don’t have to eat those, and champagne…”
“Elijah.” Viggo stopped his nervous babble with a single, calming pronunciation of his name, and Elijah’s hands instantly stilled, his torso twisting slightly to look Viggo in the eye. “I haven’t seen you in a month. Come here.”
Elijah broke into a grin as his body was tugged into a firm embrace, warming against the slight chill of the winter evening, and he breathed in deeply, admiring the scent which was an intoxicating mix of Viggo’s own particular smell and something else familiar…
“Hey!” Elijah exclaimed with a happy smile as they pulled apart. “You used the shampoo I got you!”
Viggo laughed and nodded, squeezing Elijah’s knee gently as he went back to arranging the food on plates. “I’m almost out, but I love it. I loved everything you got me,” he added.
“Yeah?” Elijah’s smile was shy, but he hoped Viggo knew how much it meant to him.
“Of course. Well, excepting that one massage bar… the honey…”
“Oh, right.” Elijah’s smile was nervous now, but Viggo was reassuring, and he laughed lightly in remembrance.
“I think poor Orli was about to have a hernia… anyway, I used the cinnamon bar all the time after shooting, but I thought I’d save that one for a more special occasion.”
Again, Elijah smiled, as Viggo’s voice was almost seductive in the way it rolled over the words ‘special occasion,’ and Elijah couldn’t sufficiently hide his excitement. He was sure that Viggo could feel it like an energy field, radiating off of him.
“So…” Viggo continued, gently. “You wanted to talk to me?”
“Uh, yeah. But here, have some food first. This is a great place, you know. Thanks for suggesting it. The stars are lovely…”
“Elijah.” Elijah was starting to get very used to that warning tone being used to pronounce his own name, and wondered if he would ever learn to control the little thrill that sparked through his veins upon hearing it.
“Sorry.”
“I didn’t come to look at the stars,” Viggo added, and Elijah just gulped, taking a few bites of food for fortitude as Viggo did the same.
“I know… um… neither did I,” Elijah admitted.
“Well then how about we get this talking thing out of the way before the New Year, hmm? I want to start fresh, you know? Enjoy the start of my millennium with you.”
Elijah smiled brightly at the promise in Viggo’s words, and he felt as if no time had passed since that evening in Viggo’s living room on the other side of the world. He could do this. All he had to do was talk. “I… Viggo, you know I’ve been thinking a lot.”
“As have I,” Viggo replied gently, urging him on.
“I don’t know how many conclusions I’ve actually drawn, but I do know one thing. I want this. Whatever ‘this’ is, and wait, let me finish.” Viggo closed his mouth, which had opened to interrupt, and took a bite of sandwich to stop himself. “I’m sorry, but it’s important I get through this in one piece. I know you want to help, but… it’s something I need to say.” Viggo smiled, and nodded, and Elijah continued.
“Like I said, I’ve done a lot of thinking. I think some things about this are going to be a challenge, for me, and maybe for you as well. I don’t know what it is that I want out of this, precisely. I know there’s some risk to our careers, and I think we should go slowly. But then a part of me knows that once we start this, I won’t want it to stop, and slow is going to be hard. I’m attracted to you, obviously. But not just that, I mean it’s like… like a flame. It’s a very brightly burning flame, and I don’t have any desire to put it out. I’m willing to commit to whatever this is, and I’m willing to be faithful to you for however long it lasts. I don’t like lies… I know I’m young, but I’ve been lied to myself. I know what betrayal feels like. And I know what it’s like to have someone not open up to you, not be there for you, to shut everything off. Viggo, I haven’t told you much about my father, have I?” Viggo shook his head, but didn’t speak.
“Well I will some day, but suffice it to say I know from past experience why it’s important to be open. I want to tell you what I’m thinking and feeling, and I expect the same from you. I know I’m young, hell I feel it every day in my life and in my work, but I can’t let my age fuck up this opportunity. I know sometimes I’ll drive you up the wall with my immaturity and inexperience, and maybe you’ll drive me crazy in your infinite wisdom or whatever the fuck it is…” Viggo grinned, and even Elijah paused briefly in his speech to let out a giggle. “But seriously, Vig, I think we can work through that. It can be an asset, even. I personally think experience is sexy, and I don’t know what there is to be said for youth, but you must see something in me that made you willing to consider this, at least. I’m willing to trust in that, and trust that there’s something that makes me worth it for you. I can’t guarantee that I won’t feel insecure sometimes, but I will promise to tell you if I feel that way.”
“That’s all I can ask,” Viggo replied with an encouraging smile, and Elijah smiled in return, reaching out slowly and taking Viggo’s hand.
“I don’t know how much I can offer you, right now, because this is very new to me. But I do promise to be faithful to you. I promise to trust you, and to be honest with you. I’m asking you here to take a little bit of a lead, but in return I promise to try to understand why you do what you do, and to do what you tell me whenever I can. I want you to do that, you know, I want you to tell me, and you have to understand that in asking you to do this I’m putting a lot of myself forward. I’m trusting you not to hurt me, and I know you can’t be perfect but I know that if you’re afraid or don’t want this anymore, you’ll tell me. And I promise to listen to whatever you have to say. So, um… well with that said, I think it’s kind of your turn.” Viggo grinned and squeezed Elijah’s hand, looking deep into his eyes for a moment and then leaning in, putting their foreheads together.
“That was quite a speech there, hobbit,” he whispered, and they laughed together for a long moment. It felt so good to just laugh, drawing warmth from where his hand and forehead met Viggo’s, out in the open with nothing to hold him back, and Elijah drew comfort from this when Viggo again sat back, looking out at the stars as he continued to caress Elijah’s palm with his thumb.
“I have to say, you know, I’m impressed,” Viggo admitted. “You did what I asked. You thought about this a lot, and I’m glad. I’ve thought a lot, too, about whether I can do this and whether it’s what I want. The simple answer, you’ll be happy to know, is ‘yes.’” He paused for a moment, and Elijah smiled, squeezing his hand. “The more complicated bits you’ve addressed in part already. Openness is the most important thing here, ‘Lijah, and I’ll tell you right now that from the minute you lie to me, or even hide something for me because you don’t want me to know, whatever we have here is over. You understand that?” Elijah nodded vigorously, and Viggo gave him a stern, appraising look, apparently satisfied before he turned away again.
“The other thing is, well it’s just a fact. I’ve been hurt in the past. And I don’t know if I can be the perfect lover for you, Elijah. I don’t know if I can give you everything you want. I’ll try my best, but you’re going to have to give a little, too. You’re going to have to tell me if I do something wrong, and ask if there’s something you want. I know that’s hard for you, but I’d like to teach you how to do that, and it’s the only way I can start a serious relationship again. You speak of the hurt your father put you through… well I still love my ex-wife, and she’s a good friend and a wonderful mother to our son, but I went through a lot with the end of that relationship. When I was divorced, I lost my best friend, and no, I didn’t know if I could ever give my heart away again. There is a part of me, somewhere, that you can never have. It was lost in that experience, and it can’t be retrieved. You can’t get my youth back, Elijah, and even if you make me feel a little like I’m young again, you can’t erase time.”
“I wouldn’t want to,” Elijah whispered, and Viggo smiled when he saw that the young man was serious.
“Well I’m glad you feel that way, but… it might be hard for you, you know? Exene closed herself off to me, in ways, and I can’t tolerate that anymore from a lover. I’m going to have to ask you to be very open, and maybe that’s not fair to expect from someone so young, but if this is going to work I’m going to have to ask it of you. I want to know everything, Elijah, even if you feel it’s insignificant. I trust you to tell me how you’re feeling. Don’t break that trust.”
“I won’t.” Elijah’s voice felt small, but his eyes were wide, and his hand squeezed Viggo’s tightly. Elijah hoped the older man understood. His answering smile was kind, and Elijah hoped with all his heart that it showed that Viggo did.
“Elijah, you mean a lot to me, okay?” Viggo continued. “I want you to be happy. I want to try to make you happy, but I might not be able to.”
“You never know unless you try,” Elijah pointed out, a bit petulant but honest. He wanted so badly for this to work, and Viggo’s soft laugh was a bit of a relief as he leaned in, gently cupping Elijah’s chin in his hand.
“Fearless,” he whispered, and then Viggo’s lips were just barely brushing the corner of his mouth, a whisper of a kiss, wonderful but leaving him wanting so much more.
“Viggo, I…”
“Shh, beautiful,” Viggo replied, cutting Elijah off with a finger on his lips. “Can we just enjoy this moment together? It’s almost midnight…let’s just look at the stars, and enjoy each other’s company, and we’ll figure out what comes next. You’re in LA for the next few weeks, yeah?” Elijah nodded, suddenly very happy for that fact. “Well then we’ve got time, before we go back. Just relax now.” Elijah sighed as Viggo scooted over, situating himself behind Elijah with his legs on either side of Elijah’s hips. His sigh turned into more of a groan when Viggo’s strong fingers dug into his shoulders, working out kinks he didn’t even know were there, and he shivered not from the cold but from desire. “Shh…” Viggo whispered along the line of his neck, tracing his jaw with his lips as his hands continued to massage down Elijah’s arms, back up to his shoulders, and down his back.
“Jesus, Vig… that feels incredible,” he whispered as Viggo tipped him forward slightly and began to dig harder under his shoulder blades. “Ohh…” he moaned as the older man attacked his lower back with vigilance, and then bit his lip in embarrassment for being so wanton. Damn, how inexperience could pop up at the worst possible times. “Sorry,” he mumbled, but the word was instantly cut off with a finger on his lip again, Viggo’s own lips ghosting over the back of his neck.
“Don’t ever be sorry for how you feel, Elijah. You are exquisite.” Elijah sucked in a breath as he felt the import of Viggo’s words, and moaned breathily as Viggo worked Elijah’s earlobe between his lips. A sharp bite made him gasp, and he wanted so badly to try and control these little sounds he made without thinking. However, Viggo didn’t seem to want him to do that, and God help him, he would do anything Viggo asked in this moment. “So soft,” Viggo mouthed against the skin between his neck and shoulder, and he shivered as Viggo’s hands traced slightly around his sides to rest just below his chest, tracing his ribs beneath his blazer.
“Jesus, Viggo… that’s so nice,” he moaned when Viggo’s lips again found his ear, and his tongue darted out daringly just underneath the lobe. A pair of thumbs sneakily traced up his chest, brushing lightly over his nipples but not lingering there, and Elijah didn’t even think to bite back his moan this time. “Viggo… please…”
“Not yet,” Viggo whispered, and his arms snaked around to pull Elijah up into a tight hug, his chin resting on Elijah’s shoulder as he held him close. “I’m sorry, Elijah, I shouldn’t have been so forward… I want to take this slowly, and here I am tempting you…”
“But I like being tempted,” Elijah grumbled, and Viggo laughed low in his throat, making Elijah shiver yet again.
“I know, beautiful, but we’ve got to give this time. I want to just hold you, look at you and learn you… there will be time for other things, but we need to build comfort first. Establish what we are.”
“We’re us,” Elijah replied, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. “We’re you and I. Viggo and Elijah. How much more do you need?” Viggo smiled and kissed his cheek, his lips lingering a little longer than necessary.
“Not much more, ‘Lijah. Not much. Hey, what time is it?” Viggo asked suddenly, reaching down for Elijah’s wrist and pulling it up so that he could read the watch in the moonlight. “We almost missed it!”
“Not quite. Still have a minute and a half,” Elijah pointed out.
“Okay, Elijah, quick. Just in case the world doesn’t end in the next two minutes, what’s your resolution?” Elijah grinned and snuggled back into Viggo’s arms, enjoying the warmth and slight pressure against his back.
“Well, I guess considering tonight’s discussion, I’ll say to be open. I mean in general, but especially with you. To learn to trust.” Viggo smiled and kissed Elijah’s cheek again, one hand reaching up to lazily comb through his hair. “What’s yours?”
“To learn what it’s like again. What this is like,” he clarified, squeezing Elijah tighter for emphasis. “And to teach you how beautiful the world is, as I see it. I think that will be my resolution.” Elijah grinned and checked his watch again.
“Twenty seconds. Hey Vig?” Elijah asked
“Yeah?”
“If the world does end, you know, I want you to know. The few chances I’ve had to spend time with you, so far, well… I had a hell of a time.” Viggo grinned and kissed Elijah’s neck, lightly.
“Me too, ‘Lij. Me too.”
“Look, look! Seven… six… five…”
“Four… three… two…”
“One,” they whispered, in unison, and Viggo’s right hand flicked the pop-top from the champagne bottle effortlessly as his left wrapped firmly around Elijah’s neck, pulling him in for one of the best kisses Elijah had experienced in the past eighteen years and eleven months.
“Happy New Year,” Elijah added softly when Viggo stopped plundering Elijah’s mouth with his tongue long enough to take a breath. Viggo laughed and held the bottle up to Elijah’s lips, foregoing glasses to gently tip a little of the bubbly liquid into the younger man’s mouth. Elijah giggled as a little stream ran out of the corner of his mouth, but Viggo’s tongue was quickly there, lapping it up like a cat and then taking his own swig from the shared bottle, grinning maniacally before he pulled Elijah back to him and leaned in for another even deeper kiss.
“You really are certifiable,” Elijah whispered when they separated again, but Viggo just grinned and placed his forehead against Elijah’s for the second time that night.
“Maybe so, darling. But if I’m crazy, you’re sure as hell going with me.” Elijah giggled, gleefully, and wasn’t sure if it was the champagne or the endorphins that made him feel, indeed, a teeny bit insane. Happy fucking 2000! he thought with a laugh, breathing in the sweet scent of dandelions and expensive bath products as Viggo playfully lowered him into the grass on his back. This year, I think I’m ready for.
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17 for series, PG-13 for this part
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo
Warnings: BDSM, sap
Disclaimer: If this were true the world might be a better place.
Feedback: I love it!
Summary: Viggo and Elijah ring in the new millennium together.
A/N: I really wanted to give this one another edit, but when I wound up in the emergency room for the *second* time this week yesterday I just said "fuck it." So I hope this isn't too wordy and cliched. *crosses fingers*
Previous Chapters
The “date,” it turned out, consisted of finger food prepared by Hannah and taken in Elijah’s mom’s car to an overlook, forty miles from Los Angeles. The spot was out in the hills, and Viggo had actually been the one to suggest it. He would meet Elijah, to avoid the unlikely possibility of a press tail, at eleven o clock. Elijah was there at ten thirty five.
“Hey.”
Elijah whipped around quickly, a little nervous, when he heard the familiar voice. He had been sitting, his legs straight out in front of him in the grass, looking out over the valley, when Viggo’s low, calming tenor called to him from a few feet away. And there he was, the man Elijah had been thinking about for the past month, close enough to touch. Close enough to taste. Whoa, ‘Lijah. Back that train up. Talk first.
“Hey. You look good,” Elijah said in greeting.
And he did. Viggo’s hair was a little wild in the wind, but the black jumper and charcoal grey pants looked perfect on him, leather jacket and boots a holdover from New Zealand, jaw neatly shaved, which was a change. Elijah’s own outfit seemed a little too planned, almost contrived—a blue blazer hung loosely over a long-sleeved grey t-shirt, tucked into slightly tight jeans with holes in the knees. He felt a little like an advertisement for indie kid chic, but Viggo didn’t comment.
“Thanks. Food looks good,” he replied instead.
Elijah smiled, relieved to have something to do, and started arranging containers of food from the cooler around on the grass as Viggo sat down next to him. “Yeah, uh, there’s devilled eggs, and tea sandwiches, and black eyed peas for good luck but you don’t have to eat those, and champagne…”
“Elijah.” Viggo stopped his nervous babble with a single, calming pronunciation of his name, and Elijah’s hands instantly stilled, his torso twisting slightly to look Viggo in the eye. “I haven’t seen you in a month. Come here.”
Elijah broke into a grin as his body was tugged into a firm embrace, warming against the slight chill of the winter evening, and he breathed in deeply, admiring the scent which was an intoxicating mix of Viggo’s own particular smell and something else familiar…
“Hey!” Elijah exclaimed with a happy smile as they pulled apart. “You used the shampoo I got you!”
Viggo laughed and nodded, squeezing Elijah’s knee gently as he went back to arranging the food on plates. “I’m almost out, but I love it. I loved everything you got me,” he added.
“Yeah?” Elijah’s smile was shy, but he hoped Viggo knew how much it meant to him.
“Of course. Well, excepting that one massage bar… the honey…”
“Oh, right.” Elijah’s smile was nervous now, but Viggo was reassuring, and he laughed lightly in remembrance.
“I think poor Orli was about to have a hernia… anyway, I used the cinnamon bar all the time after shooting, but I thought I’d save that one for a more special occasion.”
Again, Elijah smiled, as Viggo’s voice was almost seductive in the way it rolled over the words ‘special occasion,’ and Elijah couldn’t sufficiently hide his excitement. He was sure that Viggo could feel it like an energy field, radiating off of him.
“So…” Viggo continued, gently. “You wanted to talk to me?”
“Uh, yeah. But here, have some food first. This is a great place, you know. Thanks for suggesting it. The stars are lovely…”
“Elijah.” Elijah was starting to get very used to that warning tone being used to pronounce his own name, and wondered if he would ever learn to control the little thrill that sparked through his veins upon hearing it.
“Sorry.”
“I didn’t come to look at the stars,” Viggo added, and Elijah just gulped, taking a few bites of food for fortitude as Viggo did the same.
“I know… um… neither did I,” Elijah admitted.
“Well then how about we get this talking thing out of the way before the New Year, hmm? I want to start fresh, you know? Enjoy the start of my millennium with you.”
Elijah smiled brightly at the promise in Viggo’s words, and he felt as if no time had passed since that evening in Viggo’s living room on the other side of the world. He could do this. All he had to do was talk. “I… Viggo, you know I’ve been thinking a lot.”
“As have I,” Viggo replied gently, urging him on.
“I don’t know how many conclusions I’ve actually drawn, but I do know one thing. I want this. Whatever ‘this’ is, and wait, let me finish.” Viggo closed his mouth, which had opened to interrupt, and took a bite of sandwich to stop himself. “I’m sorry, but it’s important I get through this in one piece. I know you want to help, but… it’s something I need to say.” Viggo smiled, and nodded, and Elijah continued.
“Like I said, I’ve done a lot of thinking. I think some things about this are going to be a challenge, for me, and maybe for you as well. I don’t know what it is that I want out of this, precisely. I know there’s some risk to our careers, and I think we should go slowly. But then a part of me knows that once we start this, I won’t want it to stop, and slow is going to be hard. I’m attracted to you, obviously. But not just that, I mean it’s like… like a flame. It’s a very brightly burning flame, and I don’t have any desire to put it out. I’m willing to commit to whatever this is, and I’m willing to be faithful to you for however long it lasts. I don’t like lies… I know I’m young, but I’ve been lied to myself. I know what betrayal feels like. And I know what it’s like to have someone not open up to you, not be there for you, to shut everything off. Viggo, I haven’t told you much about my father, have I?” Viggo shook his head, but didn’t speak.
“Well I will some day, but suffice it to say I know from past experience why it’s important to be open. I want to tell you what I’m thinking and feeling, and I expect the same from you. I know I’m young, hell I feel it every day in my life and in my work, but I can’t let my age fuck up this opportunity. I know sometimes I’ll drive you up the wall with my immaturity and inexperience, and maybe you’ll drive me crazy in your infinite wisdom or whatever the fuck it is…” Viggo grinned, and even Elijah paused briefly in his speech to let out a giggle. “But seriously, Vig, I think we can work through that. It can be an asset, even. I personally think experience is sexy, and I don’t know what there is to be said for youth, but you must see something in me that made you willing to consider this, at least. I’m willing to trust in that, and trust that there’s something that makes me worth it for you. I can’t guarantee that I won’t feel insecure sometimes, but I will promise to tell you if I feel that way.”
“That’s all I can ask,” Viggo replied with an encouraging smile, and Elijah smiled in return, reaching out slowly and taking Viggo’s hand.
“I don’t know how much I can offer you, right now, because this is very new to me. But I do promise to be faithful to you. I promise to trust you, and to be honest with you. I’m asking you here to take a little bit of a lead, but in return I promise to try to understand why you do what you do, and to do what you tell me whenever I can. I want you to do that, you know, I want you to tell me, and you have to understand that in asking you to do this I’m putting a lot of myself forward. I’m trusting you not to hurt me, and I know you can’t be perfect but I know that if you’re afraid or don’t want this anymore, you’ll tell me. And I promise to listen to whatever you have to say. So, um… well with that said, I think it’s kind of your turn.” Viggo grinned and squeezed Elijah’s hand, looking deep into his eyes for a moment and then leaning in, putting their foreheads together.
“That was quite a speech there, hobbit,” he whispered, and they laughed together for a long moment. It felt so good to just laugh, drawing warmth from where his hand and forehead met Viggo’s, out in the open with nothing to hold him back, and Elijah drew comfort from this when Viggo again sat back, looking out at the stars as he continued to caress Elijah’s palm with his thumb.
“I have to say, you know, I’m impressed,” Viggo admitted. “You did what I asked. You thought about this a lot, and I’m glad. I’ve thought a lot, too, about whether I can do this and whether it’s what I want. The simple answer, you’ll be happy to know, is ‘yes.’” He paused for a moment, and Elijah smiled, squeezing his hand. “The more complicated bits you’ve addressed in part already. Openness is the most important thing here, ‘Lijah, and I’ll tell you right now that from the minute you lie to me, or even hide something for me because you don’t want me to know, whatever we have here is over. You understand that?” Elijah nodded vigorously, and Viggo gave him a stern, appraising look, apparently satisfied before he turned away again.
“The other thing is, well it’s just a fact. I’ve been hurt in the past. And I don’t know if I can be the perfect lover for you, Elijah. I don’t know if I can give you everything you want. I’ll try my best, but you’re going to have to give a little, too. You’re going to have to tell me if I do something wrong, and ask if there’s something you want. I know that’s hard for you, but I’d like to teach you how to do that, and it’s the only way I can start a serious relationship again. You speak of the hurt your father put you through… well I still love my ex-wife, and she’s a good friend and a wonderful mother to our son, but I went through a lot with the end of that relationship. When I was divorced, I lost my best friend, and no, I didn’t know if I could ever give my heart away again. There is a part of me, somewhere, that you can never have. It was lost in that experience, and it can’t be retrieved. You can’t get my youth back, Elijah, and even if you make me feel a little like I’m young again, you can’t erase time.”
“I wouldn’t want to,” Elijah whispered, and Viggo smiled when he saw that the young man was serious.
“Well I’m glad you feel that way, but… it might be hard for you, you know? Exene closed herself off to me, in ways, and I can’t tolerate that anymore from a lover. I’m going to have to ask you to be very open, and maybe that’s not fair to expect from someone so young, but if this is going to work I’m going to have to ask it of you. I want to know everything, Elijah, even if you feel it’s insignificant. I trust you to tell me how you’re feeling. Don’t break that trust.”
“I won’t.” Elijah’s voice felt small, but his eyes were wide, and his hand squeezed Viggo’s tightly. Elijah hoped the older man understood. His answering smile was kind, and Elijah hoped with all his heart that it showed that Viggo did.
“Elijah, you mean a lot to me, okay?” Viggo continued. “I want you to be happy. I want to try to make you happy, but I might not be able to.”
“You never know unless you try,” Elijah pointed out, a bit petulant but honest. He wanted so badly for this to work, and Viggo’s soft laugh was a bit of a relief as he leaned in, gently cupping Elijah’s chin in his hand.
“Fearless,” he whispered, and then Viggo’s lips were just barely brushing the corner of his mouth, a whisper of a kiss, wonderful but leaving him wanting so much more.
“Viggo, I…”
“Shh, beautiful,” Viggo replied, cutting Elijah off with a finger on his lips. “Can we just enjoy this moment together? It’s almost midnight…let’s just look at the stars, and enjoy each other’s company, and we’ll figure out what comes next. You’re in LA for the next few weeks, yeah?” Elijah nodded, suddenly very happy for that fact. “Well then we’ve got time, before we go back. Just relax now.” Elijah sighed as Viggo scooted over, situating himself behind Elijah with his legs on either side of Elijah’s hips. His sigh turned into more of a groan when Viggo’s strong fingers dug into his shoulders, working out kinks he didn’t even know were there, and he shivered not from the cold but from desire. “Shh…” Viggo whispered along the line of his neck, tracing his jaw with his lips as his hands continued to massage down Elijah’s arms, back up to his shoulders, and down his back.
“Jesus, Vig… that feels incredible,” he whispered as Viggo tipped him forward slightly and began to dig harder under his shoulder blades. “Ohh…” he moaned as the older man attacked his lower back with vigilance, and then bit his lip in embarrassment for being so wanton. Damn, how inexperience could pop up at the worst possible times. “Sorry,” he mumbled, but the word was instantly cut off with a finger on his lip again, Viggo’s own lips ghosting over the back of his neck.
“Don’t ever be sorry for how you feel, Elijah. You are exquisite.” Elijah sucked in a breath as he felt the import of Viggo’s words, and moaned breathily as Viggo worked Elijah’s earlobe between his lips. A sharp bite made him gasp, and he wanted so badly to try and control these little sounds he made without thinking. However, Viggo didn’t seem to want him to do that, and God help him, he would do anything Viggo asked in this moment. “So soft,” Viggo mouthed against the skin between his neck and shoulder, and he shivered as Viggo’s hands traced slightly around his sides to rest just below his chest, tracing his ribs beneath his blazer.
“Jesus, Viggo… that’s so nice,” he moaned when Viggo’s lips again found his ear, and his tongue darted out daringly just underneath the lobe. A pair of thumbs sneakily traced up his chest, brushing lightly over his nipples but not lingering there, and Elijah didn’t even think to bite back his moan this time. “Viggo… please…”
“Not yet,” Viggo whispered, and his arms snaked around to pull Elijah up into a tight hug, his chin resting on Elijah’s shoulder as he held him close. “I’m sorry, Elijah, I shouldn’t have been so forward… I want to take this slowly, and here I am tempting you…”
“But I like being tempted,” Elijah grumbled, and Viggo laughed low in his throat, making Elijah shiver yet again.
“I know, beautiful, but we’ve got to give this time. I want to just hold you, look at you and learn you… there will be time for other things, but we need to build comfort first. Establish what we are.”
“We’re us,” Elijah replied, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. “We’re you and I. Viggo and Elijah. How much more do you need?” Viggo smiled and kissed his cheek, his lips lingering a little longer than necessary.
“Not much more, ‘Lijah. Not much. Hey, what time is it?” Viggo asked suddenly, reaching down for Elijah’s wrist and pulling it up so that he could read the watch in the moonlight. “We almost missed it!”
“Not quite. Still have a minute and a half,” Elijah pointed out.
“Okay, Elijah, quick. Just in case the world doesn’t end in the next two minutes, what’s your resolution?” Elijah grinned and snuggled back into Viggo’s arms, enjoying the warmth and slight pressure against his back.
“Well, I guess considering tonight’s discussion, I’ll say to be open. I mean in general, but especially with you. To learn to trust.” Viggo smiled and kissed Elijah’s cheek again, one hand reaching up to lazily comb through his hair. “What’s yours?”
“To learn what it’s like again. What this is like,” he clarified, squeezing Elijah tighter for emphasis. “And to teach you how beautiful the world is, as I see it. I think that will be my resolution.” Elijah grinned and checked his watch again.
“Twenty seconds. Hey Vig?” Elijah asked
“Yeah?”
“If the world does end, you know, I want you to know. The few chances I’ve had to spend time with you, so far, well… I had a hell of a time.” Viggo grinned and kissed Elijah’s neck, lightly.
“Me too, ‘Lij. Me too.”
“Look, look! Seven… six… five…”
“Four… three… two…”
“One,” they whispered, in unison, and Viggo’s right hand flicked the pop-top from the champagne bottle effortlessly as his left wrapped firmly around Elijah’s neck, pulling him in for one of the best kisses Elijah had experienced in the past eighteen years and eleven months.
“Happy New Year,” Elijah added softly when Viggo stopped plundering Elijah’s mouth with his tongue long enough to take a breath. Viggo laughed and held the bottle up to Elijah’s lips, foregoing glasses to gently tip a little of the bubbly liquid into the younger man’s mouth. Elijah giggled as a little stream ran out of the corner of his mouth, but Viggo’s tongue was quickly there, lapping it up like a cat and then taking his own swig from the shared bottle, grinning maniacally before he pulled Elijah back to him and leaned in for another even deeper kiss.
“You really are certifiable,” Elijah whispered when they separated again, but Viggo just grinned and placed his forehead against Elijah’s for the second time that night.
“Maybe so, darling. But if I’m crazy, you’re sure as hell going with me.” Elijah giggled, gleefully, and wasn’t sure if it was the champagne or the endorphins that made him feel, indeed, a teeny bit insane. Happy fucking 2000! he thought with a laugh, breathing in the sweet scent of dandelions and expensive bath products as Viggo playfully lowered him into the grass on his back. This year, I think I’m ready for.