God only Knows

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Just a ficlet. VM/OB. Fluffy.

Night. A truck settles into a dark valley over warm California hills. Doors are slammed. Two pairs of feet step into the dry air.

"So what's so special about here?"
"Nothing's special. Thought you would like the view."

Mischievous eyes wander away from bright distant city lights, "I already like the view, Viggo."
Viggo mumbles quietly, "always a one track mind…" and smiles to himself. He lets joy take over his body. It's warm.

"So, is this like, where you take women to impress them?" Orlando steps over to the car, opens the door. Lights a cigarette. Watches puffs of smoke come out of his mouth. Then moves to sit on the back of the truck, gazing at the stars.

Viggo remains where he is, at the foot of the wide gap which separates nature and too much glamour.

"I thought" Orlando begins and Viggo turns to look at him, "that your idea of anniversary includes food."
"I got food. Right next to your leg."

Orlando opens a small bag, sees a couple of sandwiches. Always practical and nothing more than what you basically need. That’s Viggo.

"Candlelight dinner?" Orlando teases again.
"The stars." Viggo simply says.
"Bloody minimalist." Orlando laughs and that sound expands Viggo's heart.

Time passes. Viggo sits on the ground, his back to the truck, smoking.

"One year" Orlando states.
"One year" Viggo repeats.
"Or maybe five?"
"Maybe five" Viggo thinks that for him its always been five, but he wont say that to Orlando. Because Orlando is not the man he knew 5 years ago. He is the man he knew one year ago exactly.

"Think it's strange we're practically apart right now?"
"We're not apart." Viggo cryptically answers.

Neither moves. The distance between them doesn't hurt anymore. It's not a wall now. Its just small, physical distance. Nothing much to that.
But still, anniversary and all and-
"come up here with me" Orlando interrupts Viggo's line of thinking. So he goes, hoists himself up and rests by Orlando's side, watching the stars in Orlando's eyes. He remembers an old Elton John song, about a boy called Daniel and the stars in his eyes, pain of leaving.

But it's not like that anymore.

Sometimes he has to remind himself, that even if Orlando is sometimes gone for months at a time, he'll always come back, right through the front door.

Orlando smiles and watches him intently. He presses his mouth to Viggo's ear and whispers, "God only knows what you do to me".
"Believe in god?"
"Believe in you." The statement is clear. No additional words necessary.
"Sometimes I think-" Orlando pauses and Viggo cant help it, says, "I would say rarely more than sometimes".

"Oh shut up!...sometimes I think of how good we are together. But also how free we are. How strange it is that I needed you every moment when I didn't have you, but now it's okay, the distance between us is okay, know what I mean?"
"yeah, I think I do."

Orlando sighs and murmurs, "you will always be mine."
"How can you be so sure?" Viggo is tired of making promises and now just wants to drift into whatever happens upon his path.

"We wouldn't be here if I wasn't so sure." Orlando cautiously reminds him of what it meant for him to do this, to pull out the weeds growing restless in his heart and come back to his man again. One year ago.

"And nothing exciting happened this year." Orlando states.
Viggo raises his head to him, "is that bad?"
"Best year ever. Nothing happened. Most mornings I didn't wake up in denial. Most evenings your snores interrupted my attempts at falling asleep. Most of the time the sex is good. Not earth shattering, mind blowing, fucking hell sex. Because it's not done in pain and sorrow, and this is the only time we have so let me mark you so you'll remember. Most nights you turn off the TV and wake me to go to bed. The time of my landing in LAX is important because you pick me up and have to know in advance."

Viggo kisses him hard on the mouth, not having words nearly as eloquent enough as Orlando's. Not caring for the words.

"We are so much in love its ridiculous". Orlando murmurs and Viggo kisses him again.

"You talk to my mother on the phone sometimes." Another kiss, this one deeper, making Orlando sigh tragically.

"Do you have to talk about your mother now?"
"See! That line, what you just said! So couple-y, so boring. It's wonderful! You are wonderful!"

Viggo can't seem to wipe the huge idiotic grin off his face for long enough. "Is there anything else on your list? Some other horrible thing to remind me I'm nearing 50 and you are fucking getting old along with me?"
Orlando watches him, thinking. Then exhales, "your kisses, though. Make my heart weaker every single fucking time."
Viggo buries his nose in Orlando's neck and mumbles, "Now, that’s exciting".

Dawn. A parked truck on a valley above a city of bright lights. Two men asleep, their faces almost kissing.