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Fic : Viggo/Orli
Title: Breaking Point (complete)
Rated: NC-17
Pairing: LOTR RPS Viggo/Orlando
Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me. The names don't belong to
me. No offence to anyone is meant, it's just a story, it never happened,
it's just fiction. This is not for profit.
Feedback : Please. **Would bended knees help?**
Breaking Point
The surface of the ocean was like an opaque pane: an opaque blue pane. That
wasn't quite right. The surface of the ocean was like an azure opaque mirror
Orlando amended. Unfortunately it was a dark and angry mirror reflecting
the black sky above as opposed to a calm and tranquil looking glass.
Well it would at 5am in winter Orlando snorted, mentally scalding himself
to stop trying to see the 'poeticness' of everything around him. He could
bloody well leave that to Viggo. And where else would Viggo be but astride
a surfboard in the middle of the ocean, with no waves to speak of, at 5am
in winter when there was rain coming.
Orlando had awoken half an hour earlier in the bed they shared to find it
empty. No Viggo. He had sighed trying to stem the initial panic, leaned
over to switch on the light by the side of the bed and quickly found the
note on his lover's pillow.
'The sea called. Beware of the sea. Maybe this time it will teach me the
fascination of surfing. V.'
Orli had pulled on jeans, sneakers and a huge fleece type jumper that belonged
to Viggo and was way to big for him. He threw a few assorted items into
a bag. He looked for, found and grabbed the keys to the pick up, thinking
of course Viggo would walk along the beach at night, and left the house
and having driven for a couple of minutes swung the truck down onto the
sand and flooded the ocean with high beams.
The lights picked out the shape of his lover about 30 feet away from him.
Lower legs trailing in the water, lying back on the board, head turned away
from him. Orlando just knew his eyes were closed. The mixture of moon and
headlights doused his body, his chest was bare and his flesh looked pale
in the moonlight. Orlando felt his cock stir at the sight of Viggo lying
so decadently ahead of him.
He got out of the truck and jogged to the water's edge. It was bloody cold
he thought, wondering again what on earth Viggo was playing at. He shouted
his lover's name to the cool air, there was no wind and the cry was harsh
against his ears. Viggo didn't move. The initial panic resurfaced. Orlando
shook his head, trying to clear the panic, Viggo was most likely asleep.
Of course he could be dead from hypothermia Orlando thought, it was bloody
freezing out here. Orlando yelled again and this time his tone was tinged
by fear.
"Vig, Viggo! Bloody wake up!"
Orli waited a few seconds by the water's edge, still no movement. By this
time Orli was bouncing up and down on his toes in frustration and to keep
warm. He ran back to the truck, opened the door and beeped the horn three
times in succession. As he did, two things happened simultaneously. Viggo
woke with a start and promptly fell off the surfboard letting out a cry
and the heavens opened letting fall huge drops of cold stinging rain that
battered everything in their path.
Orli muttered "Oh fuck" as he ran back to the waters edge, the ocean had
turned into a jacuzzi and he could see nothing but the rain bouncing off
the ocean's surface and some splashing and a surf board flipping dramatically
in front of him. With the rain now beating down on him Viggo couldn't seem
to get a grip on the board again to paddle in, Orli realized his hands were
probably numb from the cold.
"Just bloody leave it and swim," he shouted not knowing if his words would
carry over the pounding of the rain on the water. It appeared they did because
moments later Viggo seemed to give up on the absurd dance he was having
with Orli's board and began to swim towards the shore. Orli bounced on his
toes some more. He wanted to go and haul Viggo out of the water, he was
wet enough now as it was so a soaking wouldn't matter but he wanted to get
Viggo warm more and he wouldn't be much good at that if he was shivering
too. Viggo was soon emerging from the sea. Stumbling, half-falling on to
the sand in front of him. Shivering. Teeth chattering.
Orli threw himself towards the older man, grabbing him with one hand, vaguely
registering he felt like ice, and using the other to propel him towards
the truck. He led him to the passenger door, opened it, dropped to his knees
to take off Viggo's shorts then took a huge towel out of the bag in the
truck. He wrapped Viggo up in it before pushing him gently into the passenger
seat of the car and shutting the door.
When he got in the other side, he tore his wet jumper over his head turned
up the heat and drove.
Viggo looked sheepishly at him.
"Sorry love, I think I fell asleep."
"You could have bloody drowned," shouted Orli, one hand crashing against
the steering wheel punctuating every word.
Viggo sneezed.
"Or caught your death of cold." More fist pounding. "I've bloody had enough
of this, this is the last time I get up in the middle of the bloody night
to find you gone."
Viggo felt it best to let Orli shout. He was shivering uncontrollably now,
grateful for the warm, thick towel wrapped around him. His eyes were drawn
to the muscles in Orli's arm as he hit the steering wheel, the tendons moving
though tense flesh, the flat plane of his stomach that led into the waistband
of his jeans. Unbelievable as it was he felt heat gather in his groin, and
he groaned softly.
Orli looked over at him, dark eyes blazing black. He caught Viggo's look
of desire for him and it angered him even more.
"Don't think you're going to get round me like that, I should have bloody
left you out there."
"Thanks for coming to find me love... sorry, guess that was a bit daft.
I'll be more sensible next time."
Viggo murmured looking at the floor of the truck.
Orlando didn't trust himself to speak anymore; he threw the truck onto the
driveway at an awkward angle, half across the lawn and climbed out, kicking
the door shut behind him. He went and unlocked the front door, looked back
over his shoulder, realizing Viggo hadn't moved he went and opened the passenger
door and gently but firmly hauled him out.
He pushed Viggo in front of him through the front door, up the stairs and
into the bathroom. He turned on the shower.
"Get in," he said and Viggo did.
"You too?" the older man questioned quietly.
Orlando made a sound between a snort and a choke in his throat and turned
round. With his back to his lover Orlando said quietly and deliberately,
"I don't want there to be a next time"
and he left the room, leaving Viggo alone.
Orlando stripped off his jeans and sneakers in the bedroom pulled on a pair
of jogging bottoms and went downstairs. He put on the kettle and waited
while it boiled. He knew Viggo was a little quirky and that was what he
loved about him but he was always stretching over in the middle of the night
to take hold of his lover and finding nothing. Viggo woke up feeling the
need to paint, to write, to feel the fresh air around him or the sand beneath
his feet. It was cute. Most of the time, but not when things like this happened.
The last night like this had been when Viggo decided to go for a drive,
off road, and had, half asleep, pitched the 4 by 4 over a low cliff. He
now had a two-inch scar on his forehead.
Orli made two mugs of tea and went back upstairs. The sound of running water
indicated Viggo was still in the shower, and Orli who had drips of cold
water from his wet hair trickling down his back needed the warmth as well.
He put down the tea, stripped off in the doorway of the bathroom so Viggo
could see him and got into the shower cubicle alongside his lover. There
was plenty of room. The shower was an extravagance. About the size of a
closet and with jets that shot out water on every wall as well as the ceiling.
Orli leant on the left-hand wall; Viggo was pushed up against the right-hand
side enjoying the feel of the water pulsing directly onto his skin from
its source. A space of about 4 feet was between them.
"I am sorry" Viggo muttered looking over at Orli.
"I can't keep doing this Vig" Orli said running one hand up through his
hair, arching his back away from the wall as he did so letting the warm
water hit the knots of tension in his spine.
"I want you to promise me you won't leave the house at night when you're
half asleep, not unless I come with you" he said quietly. As he spoke he
let his head roll to one side and he drew one knee up letting his foot rest
half way up the wall behind him forcing his groin out slightly. The hand
in his hair fell back down trailing over his chest as it went.
Meaning the movements to be provocative, he was rewarded, glancing up and
reading the undisguised lust in Viggo's gaze. A gaze that was fixed on his
crotch.
Viggo reluctantly raised his eyes to where Orli's hand had landed against
his thigh. He then raised his head to see Orlando smirking at him.
"I can't promise" he said "I mean, sometimes, I just need to, you know,
get out. See something. Besides I..."
"...of course, never promise Viggo" Orli finished in a harsh tone. "I know."
"But, I don't want to let you down and if I make a promise to you then that's
going to mean forever for me Orli, and I can't know it will be. That's who
I am. I don't break promises" Viggo muttered.
"Fine" said Orli in a tone that suggested it was anything but "it's your
choice." Orli closed his eyes, allowing his head to roll back against the
wall once more.
Viggo gasped as Orlando took his own cock in his hand and started gently
stroking the shaft. Viggo could only watch, feeling himself harden immediately
as the other man began to get himself off, seemingly oblivious to his presence.
Viggo made a step forward and reached out to caress Orlando's chest.
"Fuck off Viggo" Orlando growled "I said I wasn't going to put up with this
anymore and I meant it."
Viggo watched in fascinated horror, wondering what Orlando's words meant.
He was caught in the rhythm of Orli's hand moving quickly across his cock,
squeezing caressing, his hips moving so he could fuck his hand. The other
palm snaked up his chest finding one then the other hard nipple. He nicked
them with the nails of his hand, then let the hand fall again to grab the
base of his cock. Orlando groaned as he came fiercely. His cum was quickly
washed away by the shower leaving Viggo moaning at the loss of it, so often
Orlando used it to slick Viggo up so that he could enter him.
Exhaustion began to crash over Viggo in waves now. He felt slightly sick
now that the paralyzing cold had left him and he longed to just crawl into
bed, his head was pounding and he couldn't cope with an angry Orlando now.
He cast a last glance at Orli, still standing against the wall, eyes still
closed in post orgasmic bliss.
"Why don't you promise me anyway?" he whispered with a hint of defiance.
His eyes still closed.
A pleading Orli was even more wearing and Viggo didn't have the strength
to deal right now, he opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.
He staggered slightly as he got out of the shower, grabbed a fresh towel
roughly dried himself off and collapsed in their bed. The last thing he
saw before he closed his eyes was the note he had left on his pillow for
Orli.
Orlando remained in the shower a long time, tears mingling with the spray
on his face. He wasn't angry with Viggo really. Just scared for him. He'd
never thought he would find true fucking love and now he had he was buggered
if he was going to let it end prematurely. He'd been the one to find Viggo
unconscious in the 4 by 4 with blood pouring down his face. Orlando had
thought Viggo was dead. Just like he had for a moment tonight and the older
man had no idea what that did to him every time. No, he couldn't go on like
this.
It was still raining when Viggo woke up. The drops pounded against the
windowpane
and were the only sound as Viggo regained consciousness. A quick look at
the clock confirmed it was late morning, just gone 11.30am and Viggo was
surprised he couldn't hear any other sounds as he got up and padded across
the room. Normally they had friends over on a Sunday, watched movies and
Orlando cooked dinner. That it was a vegan Sunday lunch and not a roast
had elicited moans from their respective friends until Orlando had unveiled
his talent as a chef. It was just another thing Viggo loved about the younger
man. He suddenly caught sight of all the towels across the floor and last
night's events came back to him all too quickly. He sat on the edge of the
bed realizing his head was pounding, his throat was raw from coughing, and
he grabbed a tissue as his nose streamed. Orli was right, maybe he would
catch his death pissing about like that in the freezing rain. He would find
him and sort things out. Not promise exactly because, well there was always
the worry he'd break it and Viggo had broken enough assurances, so the last
promise he had made was to himself; that he would never make another. But
he'd sort it out.
He rummaged in the closet, pulled on a pair of brown cords and an old denim
shirt and made his way downstairs. There was no Orli in the living room,
no Orli in his studio gently touching the works in progress as he so often
did. No Orli in the dining room preparing for Sunday dinner as was usual.
He glanced out of the hall window, the truck was there and Orli's wallet
was on the bookshelf by the front door. He must be in the kitchen Viggo
thought and opened the door. There was no Orli in the kitchen either but
there was a note folded up small on the table next to an almost empty bottle
of whisky.
Viggo ran a hand distractedly through his hair, vaguely disquieted by the
absence of his lover, of their friends and of any noise at all signaling
life in their home. Only the sound of rain falling. He dragged out a chair
and slumped at the table unfolding the note which he read swiftly and then
slowly, his tall frame shaking as he did.
Viggo. I love you. You're an actor. You can imagine how I feel when I see
you unmoving, oblivious to all around you, sometimes blood pouring from
a wound, sometimes when you just feel like ice. When I think you're dead.
When the chill hits me that I'll never hear your voice again, feel your
warm hands on my body, be able to watch as a smile lights up your face.
You can imagine how that makes me feel. How you make me feel. I love you.
I'm an actor. I can imagine living without you, always waking alone. The
inevitability of you as you are now. You'll be gone. I won't wait for it
to happen, I can't live in this hell. I won't live in the one where you're
gone. Orlando.
The postscript was a sketch of the sea view from their back yard.
Viggo jumped back from the table, glancing up at the clock above the window
trying to figure what time Orlando could have written this. As his gaze
fell on the window, rain lashing the pane, he saw the same view that was
drawn on the note. He threw open the back door screaming his lover's name,
all at once his wild eyes taking in two more empty bottles and countless
empty packets of the painkillers Orlando used when his back hurt him strewn
across the table at the end of the garden. And was that Orli slumped on
the ground?
Fear and nausea paralyzed him and somewhere in his brain it registered that
this was what Orli was trying to tell him, how Orli felt inside when Viggo
pulled this selfish crap with him.
And then he could move again.
Viggo bolted down the path, unaware of the rain driving into him, anxious
only to get to Orlando. When he finally did, he fell to his knees in the
mud. He reached out a shaking hand to touch the younger man's cheek which
was ice cold and then he grabbed him and hauled him up into his arms, he
could smell the sour acrid smell of alcohol, feel the rain pelting down
on him. His fumbling hands couldn't find a pulse.
"Orli, baby, Orlando. I love you. I'm sorry, I promise baby, I promise do
you hear me? Whatever you want. Never again sweetheart. Orli? Please, baby,
wake up."
Orlando didn't move. Viggo sat holding him, rocking him gently against his
chest. He felt the rain hitting him, soaking his shirt, saw the rain fall
onto Orlando's skin, droplets roll down his face, neck, into the v of his
shirt. Viggo's tears joined the drops of rain.
And then he heard that voice.
"You promised" said Orlando in a clear voice, raising his head from where
Viggo clutched it to his shoulder and looking at him with eyes that were
unwavering through brimming with unshed tears.
"Orli?" Viggo's voice was harsh, strained from crying, from coughing.
Orli leant forward to kiss the older man, he put a hand on either side of
Viggo's face and sat astride his lap, his knees pushed into the mud alongside
Viggo's. He flicked his tongue out over Viggo's lips, and the older man
groaned.
"I thought you were..."
"I know" said Orlando. He pulled back, still holding Viggo's face in his
hands he caught his eyes with his own.
"Viggo, listen. I'm sorry. This" he gestured wildly around him "it's not
real. I know it was cruel, but I needed you to see what you're doing to
me, I can't bear the thought of being without you. I love you so much. I'm
sorry... I didn't know what else... how to make you see, I'm sorry... I
said I was an actor, it was meant to be a clue." He trailed off still holding
Viggo's gaze with his own, tears falling freely from brown and blue eyes
now.
Viggo tenderly reached out to caress Orli's cheek.
"Don't... don't ever do that to me again, please, I couldn't bear it." Viggo's
voice broke in relief.
"Now you know how I feel" Orli muttered.
"Come here!" growled Viggo, and he pulled Orli's mouth to him kissing him
deeply. Viggo's tongue invaded Orli's mouth, it felt warm, soft and inviting.
Orlando swept his tongue against Viggo's trying and failing to force it
back into Viggo's mouth. Orli rocked himself forward on Viggo's lap, and
Viggo groaned and Orli pressed his advantage devouring his mouth, tipping
Viggo's head back, holding it there by wrapping his hand in Viggo's hair.
Orlando ground his hips into Viggo's lap, his erect cock adding additional
pressure and he felt Viggo's erection pushing against him. Orli sat back
for a second, Viggo whimpered at the loss of his mouth and Orli tore his
own shirt over his head and Viggo gasped at the sight of the bare chest
in front of him. Viggo lifted his hands from Orlando's hips and reverently
touched the skin in front of him, and then confusion spun in the depths
of his blue eyes as the rain hit Orlando's skin.
"It's raining, we should go in" he said softly.
In reply, Orli grabbed his head again forcing him back into another kiss.
He crawled off Viggo's lap, he started undoing the buttons on Viggo's shirt,
his hands couldn't grasp the buttons and in the end he let out a hiss from
between his teeth and ripped the shirt at the front, rolling it off Viggo's
arms, stroking the muscles as he did. He threw it on the ground behind him
and forced Viggo down onto it. As he lay down, Viggo uncurled his legs and
Orlando slipped in between them his hands planted on the ground on either
side of Viggo's shoulders. The cold rain had hardened his nipples, or maybe
that was Orlando as his tongue swept across every inch of his chest and
nipped each raised, tightened nub in turn. Viggo gasped. Orlando smiled,
working his way further down the man's chest, running his hands lightly
along his sides as he did until he got to the waistband of the cords, now
caked in mud and Orli undid them slowly, pulling them down.
Viggo's cock sprang up and Orli dipped his head desperate to taste it. He
swirled his tongue over the head, and then holding it up with his tongue
let the nails of both hands run down either side of the shaft to the base
where his fingers softly stroked the velvety balls beneath. Viggo tried
to arch up into his mouth, but still Orli held him there with the tip of
his tongue, one hand snaked back up and gripped the foreskin then pulled
it down gently letting the head slip into his mouth as he did. Viggo groaned
again. Orli held the base of his cock as he took him deeply into his mouth
and started sucking on his cock, rolling it in his mouth, releasing it now
and again to lick slowly up the shaft. Viggo tried to buck his hips, but
stopped when Orli's other hand closed on his balls tightly.
Orli took Viggo's cock in his mouth again. Viggo looked down at him. Orli's
eyes were closed; his lips were red, swollen and moving over his length.
Viggo's groin tightened further at the sight. Droplets of rain were gathering
in the curls of Orli's hair and dripping down onto Viggo's cock. The cool
feel of rain all over his skin was a delicious contrast to the warmth of
Orli's mouth that enveloped his cock. Suddenly, Orli changed pace, taking
him deeper further back against his throat, pumping him hard with his mouth,
stroking his balls with one hand that then slid further back as Orli pushed
Viggo's legs further apart. Orli's fingers started circling the opening
to Viggo's body, pressing gently, making smaller and smaller circles and
then pushing in sharply. At which point Viggo lost all semblance of control
and began to fuck Orli's mouth, and felt those lips curve in a smile about
his cock when he came deep in his throat.
Orli swallowed every drop, removed his fingers, laughing softly as Viggo
gasped. He crawled back up Viggo's body and kissed his mouth softly. Viggo
wrapped his arms around Orlando deepening the kiss, shocks passing through
him as he tasted himself on Orli's tongue. The arms that held Orlando smeared
mud across his skin, feeling it, Orli disengaged himself, pushed Viggo back
down into the mud and laughed. Lazily drawing patterns in the mud that covered
Viggo's arms he said, "You look terrible."
Viggo laughed.
"Bloody elves, always so perfect." and he hauled himself up off the ground,
pulling Orli up with him and then he pushed Orli backwards so he slammed
into the table. Viggo reached behind him clearing bottles and packets out
of the way before turning Orli round bending him face down over the table.
Orli shivered. Pools of water on the tabletop splashed as his chest hit
the cool steel. It was painfully cold. And then Viggo was there, bending
over him, warm skin on his bare back. Dropping gentle kisses down his spine,
encouraging him to spread his legs wide, hands guiding Orli's hips first
up in order to divest him of his clothes with his teeth then down against
the wet table so cold that he jerked back reflexively. Where Viggo's warm
mouth was waiting for him.
Viggo was on his knees again. Funny how he didn't care about the mud or
the rain, only about Orli and never giving him reason to leave him again.
Whatever it took. Promises, oaths, pledges, affidavits, whatever Orli needed.
Because now he knew in his heart, he would absolutely never again break
them.
One hand on Orli's hips, the other running gently up his spine, warm breath
against the entrance to Orli's body. Soft tongue flicking gently over the
hole, insistent, warm, a soft caress. Lips traveling down his inner thighs,
Orli shivering beneath him.
"Cold love?" he questioned, smirking softly.
"Love. You." A choked reply, a gasp as Viggo's tongue found that opening
again and warm hands held him apart. How were his hands still warm in this
rain wondered Viggo. Realization hit him, oh yes they've been on Orli's
body. A satisfied sigh left his lips, reverberated over his tongue causing
tremors inside Orli where the tongue was doing wicked things, relaxing this
secret entrance.
Orli tried to grind his hips further back towards Viggo's mouth. But then
a hand slipped under the table where Orli's own hard cock was waiting and
grazed the top of it, causing Orli to pound forward chasing that elusive
contact again. But that meant leaving Viggo's mouth, back he went. The gentlest
of touches along the tip of his cock. Forward. Again and again until Orli
moaned unintelligibly.
A hand in the small of his back pushed him down onto the table. The hand
underneath grasped his cock and stroking softly, then harder, while Orli
shuddered. The strokes continued, faster and faster, a squeeze, a flick
of the wrist. Strangled moans from Orli's mouth. Cold rain hitting him,
Viggo's warm breath on his ass, tantalizingly close as he spoke.
"Do you want to come, love? Do you want to come in my hand? I'll use it
to make me wet so I can fuck you if you do, you know that right?"
"Oh God, Vig, you lovely bastard."
A single lick from the small of his back down to his ass and then inside
him.
Orli groaned, shuddered, came hard in Viggo's hand.
"Thank you" said Viggo softly removing his hand from Orli's cock, using
what he found there to slick himself up, standing up so the head of his
cock nudged Orli's ass.
"Oh God, please Vig, please" moaned Orli pushing back against him with all
the strength his still shivering body would allow.
Viggo savored the sight of the man shaking below him. Pools of rain formed
at the base of his spine and where his shoulder blades knit together. His
dark hair in wet trails against his pale skin, profile beautiful, face turned
to one side against the table below him, eyes closed. Eyelashes wet and
clumped together. The gentle brush of Viggo's fingers against them caused
them both to moan in unison. And then Viggo slid inside the younger man,
causing them both to moan again.
Orli opened his eyes. He couldn't see Viggo properly from this position.
He needed contact, so he moved his hands from clutching the sides of the
table to behind him offering his wrists to Viggo, wanting him to hold them.
Viggo smiled, grasped both wrists and with one hand against Orli's back,
used his thumb to travel up the inside of each in turn so achingly soft.
In contrast to the hard thrusts of his cock inside Orlando's quivering body.
Orli raised himself to meet the thrusts trying to force the rhythm until
Viggo changed his angle slightly so that he could deeply hit the warmest
spot at the center of the younger man. Orlando unraveled, tears falling,
mingling with the rain, crying, begging, calling out his love for Viggo
as he thrashed wildly on the table, bucking against him, insides trembling
as he came again.
It was the trembling that undid Viggo, that and the abandonment that always
came over Orlando during their lovemaking. That Orli did this only for him
was a miracle. As the tight, hot tunnel that was Orlando clenched around
him, and the naked pale body writhed beneath his touch Viggo finally let
go, pounding harder and harder into the younger man, feet slipping in the
mud, caring about nothing except releasing himself inside Orlando. Deeper
and deeper he thrust until his orgasm rippled through him spreading a delicious
heat inside Orlando who thought he would never be cold again.
Viggo collapsed over him, they stayed that way for a moment. Both sated,
both satisfied. Until Orlando struggled to stand, anxious for closer contact,
Viggo disengaged their bodies, concerned,
"Did I hurt you?" he asked.
"No love" replied Orli, turning in the embrace to look at him.
He pulled Viggo to him, holding him close, clinging to him, wanting to never
let go. Viggo's hands smoothed his back. Orli shifted against the cold table,
shivered slightly.
"We should go in" said Viggo finally.
"We should" Orli agreed, reaching up to plant a gentle kiss on Viggo's mouth.
"I love you" he told the older man stroking his face "Forever."
"Do you promise?" asked Viggo quietly, suddenly sounding insecure, not meeting
Orlando's eyes.
"I promise" whispered Orli, beginning to lead Viggo back towards the house.
Half way up the path Viggo stopped him by pulling on his hand.
"I promise never to leave the house in the middle of the night half asleep
without you." Viggo said softly, "and I promise to love you forever."
Orli smiled at him.
They kissed softly.
The rain finally stopped.
**The End**
Rated: NC-17
Pairing: LOTR RPS Viggo/Orlando
Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me. The names don't belong to
me. No offence to anyone is meant, it's just a story, it never happened,
it's just fiction. This is not for profit.
Feedback : Please. **Would bended knees help?**
Breaking Point
The surface of the ocean was like an opaque pane: an opaque blue pane. That
wasn't quite right. The surface of the ocean was like an azure opaque mirror
Orlando amended. Unfortunately it was a dark and angry mirror reflecting
the black sky above as opposed to a calm and tranquil looking glass.
Well it would at 5am in winter Orlando snorted, mentally scalding himself
to stop trying to see the 'poeticness' of everything around him. He could
bloody well leave that to Viggo. And where else would Viggo be but astride
a surfboard in the middle of the ocean, with no waves to speak of, at 5am
in winter when there was rain coming.
Orlando had awoken half an hour earlier in the bed they shared to find it
empty. No Viggo. He had sighed trying to stem the initial panic, leaned
over to switch on the light by the side of the bed and quickly found the
note on his lover's pillow.
'The sea called. Beware of the sea. Maybe this time it will teach me the
fascination of surfing. V.'
Orli had pulled on jeans, sneakers and a huge fleece type jumper that belonged
to Viggo and was way to big for him. He threw a few assorted items into
a bag. He looked for, found and grabbed the keys to the pick up, thinking
of course Viggo would walk along the beach at night, and left the house
and having driven for a couple of minutes swung the truck down onto the
sand and flooded the ocean with high beams.
The lights picked out the shape of his lover about 30 feet away from him.
Lower legs trailing in the water, lying back on the board, head turned away
from him. Orlando just knew his eyes were closed. The mixture of moon and
headlights doused his body, his chest was bare and his flesh looked pale
in the moonlight. Orlando felt his cock stir at the sight of Viggo lying
so decadently ahead of him.
He got out of the truck and jogged to the water's edge. It was bloody cold
he thought, wondering again what on earth Viggo was playing at. He shouted
his lover's name to the cool air, there was no wind and the cry was harsh
against his ears. Viggo didn't move. The initial panic resurfaced. Orlando
shook his head, trying to clear the panic, Viggo was most likely asleep.
Of course he could be dead from hypothermia Orlando thought, it was bloody
freezing out here. Orlando yelled again and this time his tone was tinged
by fear.
"Vig, Viggo! Bloody wake up!"
Orli waited a few seconds by the water's edge, still no movement. By this
time Orli was bouncing up and down on his toes in frustration and to keep
warm. He ran back to the truck, opened the door and beeped the horn three
times in succession. As he did, two things happened simultaneously. Viggo
woke with a start and promptly fell off the surfboard letting out a cry
and the heavens opened letting fall huge drops of cold stinging rain that
battered everything in their path.
Orli muttered "Oh fuck" as he ran back to the waters edge, the ocean had
turned into a jacuzzi and he could see nothing but the rain bouncing off
the ocean's surface and some splashing and a surf board flipping dramatically
in front of him. With the rain now beating down on him Viggo couldn't seem
to get a grip on the board again to paddle in, Orli realized his hands were
probably numb from the cold.
"Just bloody leave it and swim," he shouted not knowing if his words would
carry over the pounding of the rain on the water. It appeared they did because
moments later Viggo seemed to give up on the absurd dance he was having
with Orli's board and began to swim towards the shore. Orli bounced on his
toes some more. He wanted to go and haul Viggo out of the water, he was
wet enough now as it was so a soaking wouldn't matter but he wanted to get
Viggo warm more and he wouldn't be much good at that if he was shivering
too. Viggo was soon emerging from the sea. Stumbling, half-falling on to
the sand in front of him. Shivering. Teeth chattering.
Orli threw himself towards the older man, grabbing him with one hand, vaguely
registering he felt like ice, and using the other to propel him towards
the truck. He led him to the passenger door, opened it, dropped to his knees
to take off Viggo's shorts then took a huge towel out of the bag in the
truck. He wrapped Viggo up in it before pushing him gently into the passenger
seat of the car and shutting the door.
When he got in the other side, he tore his wet jumper over his head turned
up the heat and drove.
Viggo looked sheepishly at him.
"Sorry love, I think I fell asleep."
"You could have bloody drowned," shouted Orli, one hand crashing against
the steering wheel punctuating every word.
Viggo sneezed.
"Or caught your death of cold." More fist pounding. "I've bloody had enough
of this, this is the last time I get up in the middle of the bloody night
to find you gone."
Viggo felt it best to let Orli shout. He was shivering uncontrollably now,
grateful for the warm, thick towel wrapped around him. His eyes were drawn
to the muscles in Orli's arm as he hit the steering wheel, the tendons moving
though tense flesh, the flat plane of his stomach that led into the waistband
of his jeans. Unbelievable as it was he felt heat gather in his groin, and
he groaned softly.
Orli looked over at him, dark eyes blazing black. He caught Viggo's look
of desire for him and it angered him even more.
"Don't think you're going to get round me like that, I should have bloody
left you out there."
"Thanks for coming to find me love... sorry, guess that was a bit daft.
I'll be more sensible next time."
Viggo murmured looking at the floor of the truck.
Orlando didn't trust himself to speak anymore; he threw the truck onto the
driveway at an awkward angle, half across the lawn and climbed out, kicking
the door shut behind him. He went and unlocked the front door, looked back
over his shoulder, realizing Viggo hadn't moved he went and opened the passenger
door and gently but firmly hauled him out.
He pushed Viggo in front of him through the front door, up the stairs and
into the bathroom. He turned on the shower.
"Get in," he said and Viggo did.
"You too?" the older man questioned quietly.
Orlando made a sound between a snort and a choke in his throat and turned
round. With his back to his lover Orlando said quietly and deliberately,
"I don't want there to be a next time"
and he left the room, leaving Viggo alone.
Orlando stripped off his jeans and sneakers in the bedroom pulled on a pair
of jogging bottoms and went downstairs. He put on the kettle and waited
while it boiled. He knew Viggo was a little quirky and that was what he
loved about him but he was always stretching over in the middle of the night
to take hold of his lover and finding nothing. Viggo woke up feeling the
need to paint, to write, to feel the fresh air around him or the sand beneath
his feet. It was cute. Most of the time, but not when things like this happened.
The last night like this had been when Viggo decided to go for a drive,
off road, and had, half asleep, pitched the 4 by 4 over a low cliff. He
now had a two-inch scar on his forehead.
Orli made two mugs of tea and went back upstairs. The sound of running water
indicated Viggo was still in the shower, and Orli who had drips of cold
water from his wet hair trickling down his back needed the warmth as well.
He put down the tea, stripped off in the doorway of the bathroom so Viggo
could see him and got into the shower cubicle alongside his lover. There
was plenty of room. The shower was an extravagance. About the size of a
closet and with jets that shot out water on every wall as well as the ceiling.
Orli leant on the left-hand wall; Viggo was pushed up against the right-hand
side enjoying the feel of the water pulsing directly onto his skin from
its source. A space of about 4 feet was between them.
"I am sorry" Viggo muttered looking over at Orli.
"I can't keep doing this Vig" Orli said running one hand up through his
hair, arching his back away from the wall as he did so letting the warm
water hit the knots of tension in his spine.
"I want you to promise me you won't leave the house at night when you're
half asleep, not unless I come with you" he said quietly. As he spoke he
let his head roll to one side and he drew one knee up letting his foot rest
half way up the wall behind him forcing his groin out slightly. The hand
in his hair fell back down trailing over his chest as it went.
Meaning the movements to be provocative, he was rewarded, glancing up and
reading the undisguised lust in Viggo's gaze. A gaze that was fixed on his
crotch.
Viggo reluctantly raised his eyes to where Orli's hand had landed against
his thigh. He then raised his head to see Orlando smirking at him.
"I can't promise" he said "I mean, sometimes, I just need to, you know,
get out. See something. Besides I..."
"...of course, never promise Viggo" Orli finished in a harsh tone. "I know."
"But, I don't want to let you down and if I make a promise to you then that's
going to mean forever for me Orli, and I can't know it will be. That's who
I am. I don't break promises" Viggo muttered.
"Fine" said Orli in a tone that suggested it was anything but "it's your
choice." Orli closed his eyes, allowing his head to roll back against the
wall once more.
Viggo gasped as Orlando took his own cock in his hand and started gently
stroking the shaft. Viggo could only watch, feeling himself harden immediately
as the other man began to get himself off, seemingly oblivious to his presence.
Viggo made a step forward and reached out to caress Orlando's chest.
"Fuck off Viggo" Orlando growled "I said I wasn't going to put up with this
anymore and I meant it."
Viggo watched in fascinated horror, wondering what Orlando's words meant.
He was caught in the rhythm of Orli's hand moving quickly across his cock,
squeezing caressing, his hips moving so he could fuck his hand. The other
palm snaked up his chest finding one then the other hard nipple. He nicked
them with the nails of his hand, then let the hand fall again to grab the
base of his cock. Orlando groaned as he came fiercely. His cum was quickly
washed away by the shower leaving Viggo moaning at the loss of it, so often
Orlando used it to slick Viggo up so that he could enter him.
Exhaustion began to crash over Viggo in waves now. He felt slightly sick
now that the paralyzing cold had left him and he longed to just crawl into
bed, his head was pounding and he couldn't cope with an angry Orlando now.
He cast a last glance at Orli, still standing against the wall, eyes still
closed in post orgasmic bliss.
"Why don't you promise me anyway?" he whispered with a hint of defiance.
His eyes still closed.
A pleading Orli was even more wearing and Viggo didn't have the strength
to deal right now, he opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.
He staggered slightly as he got out of the shower, grabbed a fresh towel
roughly dried himself off and collapsed in their bed. The last thing he
saw before he closed his eyes was the note he had left on his pillow for
Orli.
Orlando remained in the shower a long time, tears mingling with the spray
on his face. He wasn't angry with Viggo really. Just scared for him. He'd
never thought he would find true fucking love and now he had he was buggered
if he was going to let it end prematurely. He'd been the one to find Viggo
unconscious in the 4 by 4 with blood pouring down his face. Orlando had
thought Viggo was dead. Just like he had for a moment tonight and the older
man had no idea what that did to him every time. No, he couldn't go on like
this.
It was still raining when Viggo woke up. The drops pounded against the
windowpane
and were the only sound as Viggo regained consciousness. A quick look at
the clock confirmed it was late morning, just gone 11.30am and Viggo was
surprised he couldn't hear any other sounds as he got up and padded across
the room. Normally they had friends over on a Sunday, watched movies and
Orlando cooked dinner. That it was a vegan Sunday lunch and not a roast
had elicited moans from their respective friends until Orlando had unveiled
his talent as a chef. It was just another thing Viggo loved about the younger
man. He suddenly caught sight of all the towels across the floor and last
night's events came back to him all too quickly. He sat on the edge of the
bed realizing his head was pounding, his throat was raw from coughing, and
he grabbed a tissue as his nose streamed. Orli was right, maybe he would
catch his death pissing about like that in the freezing rain. He would find
him and sort things out. Not promise exactly because, well there was always
the worry he'd break it and Viggo had broken enough assurances, so the last
promise he had made was to himself; that he would never make another. But
he'd sort it out.
He rummaged in the closet, pulled on a pair of brown cords and an old denim
shirt and made his way downstairs. There was no Orli in the living room,
no Orli in his studio gently touching the works in progress as he so often
did. No Orli in the dining room preparing for Sunday dinner as was usual.
He glanced out of the hall window, the truck was there and Orli's wallet
was on the bookshelf by the front door. He must be in the kitchen Viggo
thought and opened the door. There was no Orli in the kitchen either but
there was a note folded up small on the table next to an almost empty bottle
of whisky.
Viggo ran a hand distractedly through his hair, vaguely disquieted by the
absence of his lover, of their friends and of any noise at all signaling
life in their home. Only the sound of rain falling. He dragged out a chair
and slumped at the table unfolding the note which he read swiftly and then
slowly, his tall frame shaking as he did.
Viggo. I love you. You're an actor. You can imagine how I feel when I see
you unmoving, oblivious to all around you, sometimes blood pouring from
a wound, sometimes when you just feel like ice. When I think you're dead.
When the chill hits me that I'll never hear your voice again, feel your
warm hands on my body, be able to watch as a smile lights up your face.
You can imagine how that makes me feel. How you make me feel. I love you.
I'm an actor. I can imagine living without you, always waking alone. The
inevitability of you as you are now. You'll be gone. I won't wait for it
to happen, I can't live in this hell. I won't live in the one where you're
gone. Orlando.
The postscript was a sketch of the sea view from their back yard.
Viggo jumped back from the table, glancing up at the clock above the window
trying to figure what time Orlando could have written this. As his gaze
fell on the window, rain lashing the pane, he saw the same view that was
drawn on the note. He threw open the back door screaming his lover's name,
all at once his wild eyes taking in two more empty bottles and countless
empty packets of the painkillers Orlando used when his back hurt him strewn
across the table at the end of the garden. And was that Orli slumped on
the ground?
Fear and nausea paralyzed him and somewhere in his brain it registered that
this was what Orli was trying to tell him, how Orli felt inside when Viggo
pulled this selfish crap with him.
And then he could move again.
Viggo bolted down the path, unaware of the rain driving into him, anxious
only to get to Orlando. When he finally did, he fell to his knees in the
mud. He reached out a shaking hand to touch the younger man's cheek which
was ice cold and then he grabbed him and hauled him up into his arms, he
could smell the sour acrid smell of alcohol, feel the rain pelting down
on him. His fumbling hands couldn't find a pulse.
"Orli, baby, Orlando. I love you. I'm sorry, I promise baby, I promise do
you hear me? Whatever you want. Never again sweetheart. Orli? Please, baby,
wake up."
Orlando didn't move. Viggo sat holding him, rocking him gently against his
chest. He felt the rain hitting him, soaking his shirt, saw the rain fall
onto Orlando's skin, droplets roll down his face, neck, into the v of his
shirt. Viggo's tears joined the drops of rain.
And then he heard that voice.
"You promised" said Orlando in a clear voice, raising his head from where
Viggo clutched it to his shoulder and looking at him with eyes that were
unwavering through brimming with unshed tears.
"Orli?" Viggo's voice was harsh, strained from crying, from coughing.
Orli leant forward to kiss the older man, he put a hand on either side of
Viggo's face and sat astride his lap, his knees pushed into the mud alongside
Viggo's. He flicked his tongue out over Viggo's lips, and the older man
groaned.
"I thought you were..."
"I know" said Orlando. He pulled back, still holding Viggo's face in his
hands he caught his eyes with his own.
"Viggo, listen. I'm sorry. This" he gestured wildly around him "it's not
real. I know it was cruel, but I needed you to see what you're doing to
me, I can't bear the thought of being without you. I love you so much. I'm
sorry... I didn't know what else... how to make you see, I'm sorry... I
said I was an actor, it was meant to be a clue." He trailed off still holding
Viggo's gaze with his own, tears falling freely from brown and blue eyes
now.
Viggo tenderly reached out to caress Orli's cheek.
"Don't... don't ever do that to me again, please, I couldn't bear it." Viggo's
voice broke in relief.
"Now you know how I feel" Orli muttered.
"Come here!" growled Viggo, and he pulled Orli's mouth to him kissing him
deeply. Viggo's tongue invaded Orli's mouth, it felt warm, soft and inviting.
Orlando swept his tongue against Viggo's trying and failing to force it
back into Viggo's mouth. Orli rocked himself forward on Viggo's lap, and
Viggo groaned and Orli pressed his advantage devouring his mouth, tipping
Viggo's head back, holding it there by wrapping his hand in Viggo's hair.
Orlando ground his hips into Viggo's lap, his erect cock adding additional
pressure and he felt Viggo's erection pushing against him. Orli sat back
for a second, Viggo whimpered at the loss of his mouth and Orli tore his
own shirt over his head and Viggo gasped at the sight of the bare chest
in front of him. Viggo lifted his hands from Orlando's hips and reverently
touched the skin in front of him, and then confusion spun in the depths
of his blue eyes as the rain hit Orlando's skin.
"It's raining, we should go in" he said softly.
In reply, Orli grabbed his head again forcing him back into another kiss.
He crawled off Viggo's lap, he started undoing the buttons on Viggo's shirt,
his hands couldn't grasp the buttons and in the end he let out a hiss from
between his teeth and ripped the shirt at the front, rolling it off Viggo's
arms, stroking the muscles as he did. He threw it on the ground behind him
and forced Viggo down onto it. As he lay down, Viggo uncurled his legs and
Orlando slipped in between them his hands planted on the ground on either
side of Viggo's shoulders. The cold rain had hardened his nipples, or maybe
that was Orlando as his tongue swept across every inch of his chest and
nipped each raised, tightened nub in turn. Viggo gasped. Orlando smiled,
working his way further down the man's chest, running his hands lightly
along his sides as he did until he got to the waistband of the cords, now
caked in mud and Orli undid them slowly, pulling them down.
Viggo's cock sprang up and Orli dipped his head desperate to taste it. He
swirled his tongue over the head, and then holding it up with his tongue
let the nails of both hands run down either side of the shaft to the base
where his fingers softly stroked the velvety balls beneath. Viggo tried
to arch up into his mouth, but still Orli held him there with the tip of
his tongue, one hand snaked back up and gripped the foreskin then pulled
it down gently letting the head slip into his mouth as he did. Viggo groaned
again. Orli held the base of his cock as he took him deeply into his mouth
and started sucking on his cock, rolling it in his mouth, releasing it now
and again to lick slowly up the shaft. Viggo tried to buck his hips, but
stopped when Orli's other hand closed on his balls tightly.
Orli took Viggo's cock in his mouth again. Viggo looked down at him. Orli's
eyes were closed; his lips were red, swollen and moving over his length.
Viggo's groin tightened further at the sight. Droplets of rain were gathering
in the curls of Orli's hair and dripping down onto Viggo's cock. The cool
feel of rain all over his skin was a delicious contrast to the warmth of
Orli's mouth that enveloped his cock. Suddenly, Orli changed pace, taking
him deeper further back against his throat, pumping him hard with his mouth,
stroking his balls with one hand that then slid further back as Orli pushed
Viggo's legs further apart. Orli's fingers started circling the opening
to Viggo's body, pressing gently, making smaller and smaller circles and
then pushing in sharply. At which point Viggo lost all semblance of control
and began to fuck Orli's mouth, and felt those lips curve in a smile about
his cock when he came deep in his throat.
Orli swallowed every drop, removed his fingers, laughing softly as Viggo
gasped. He crawled back up Viggo's body and kissed his mouth softly. Viggo
wrapped his arms around Orlando deepening the kiss, shocks passing through
him as he tasted himself on Orli's tongue. The arms that held Orlando smeared
mud across his skin, feeling it, Orli disengaged himself, pushed Viggo back
down into the mud and laughed. Lazily drawing patterns in the mud that covered
Viggo's arms he said, "You look terrible."
Viggo laughed.
"Bloody elves, always so perfect." and he hauled himself up off the ground,
pulling Orli up with him and then he pushed Orli backwards so he slammed
into the table. Viggo reached behind him clearing bottles and packets out
of the way before turning Orli round bending him face down over the table.
Orli shivered. Pools of water on the tabletop splashed as his chest hit
the cool steel. It was painfully cold. And then Viggo was there, bending
over him, warm skin on his bare back. Dropping gentle kisses down his spine,
encouraging him to spread his legs wide, hands guiding Orli's hips first
up in order to divest him of his clothes with his teeth then down against
the wet table so cold that he jerked back reflexively. Where Viggo's warm
mouth was waiting for him.
Viggo was on his knees again. Funny how he didn't care about the mud or
the rain, only about Orli and never giving him reason to leave him again.
Whatever it took. Promises, oaths, pledges, affidavits, whatever Orli needed.
Because now he knew in his heart, he would absolutely never again break
them.
One hand on Orli's hips, the other running gently up his spine, warm breath
against the entrance to Orli's body. Soft tongue flicking gently over the
hole, insistent, warm, a soft caress. Lips traveling down his inner thighs,
Orli shivering beneath him.
"Cold love?" he questioned, smirking softly.
"Love. You." A choked reply, a gasp as Viggo's tongue found that opening
again and warm hands held him apart. How were his hands still warm in this
rain wondered Viggo. Realization hit him, oh yes they've been on Orli's
body. A satisfied sigh left his lips, reverberated over his tongue causing
tremors inside Orli where the tongue was doing wicked things, relaxing this
secret entrance.
Orli tried to grind his hips further back towards Viggo's mouth. But then
a hand slipped under the table where Orli's own hard cock was waiting and
grazed the top of it, causing Orli to pound forward chasing that elusive
contact again. But that meant leaving Viggo's mouth, back he went. The gentlest
of touches along the tip of his cock. Forward. Again and again until Orli
moaned unintelligibly.
A hand in the small of his back pushed him down onto the table. The hand
underneath grasped his cock and stroking softly, then harder, while Orli
shuddered. The strokes continued, faster and faster, a squeeze, a flick
of the wrist. Strangled moans from Orli's mouth. Cold rain hitting him,
Viggo's warm breath on his ass, tantalizingly close as he spoke.
"Do you want to come, love? Do you want to come in my hand? I'll use it
to make me wet so I can fuck you if you do, you know that right?"
"Oh God, Vig, you lovely bastard."
A single lick from the small of his back down to his ass and then inside
him.
Orli groaned, shuddered, came hard in Viggo's hand.
"Thank you" said Viggo softly removing his hand from Orli's cock, using
what he found there to slick himself up, standing up so the head of his
cock nudged Orli's ass.
"Oh God, please Vig, please" moaned Orli pushing back against him with all
the strength his still shivering body would allow.
Viggo savored the sight of the man shaking below him. Pools of rain formed
at the base of his spine and where his shoulder blades knit together. His
dark hair in wet trails against his pale skin, profile beautiful, face turned
to one side against the table below him, eyes closed. Eyelashes wet and
clumped together. The gentle brush of Viggo's fingers against them caused
them both to moan in unison. And then Viggo slid inside the younger man,
causing them both to moan again.
Orli opened his eyes. He couldn't see Viggo properly from this position.
He needed contact, so he moved his hands from clutching the sides of the
table to behind him offering his wrists to Viggo, wanting him to hold them.
Viggo smiled, grasped both wrists and with one hand against Orli's back,
used his thumb to travel up the inside of each in turn so achingly soft.
In contrast to the hard thrusts of his cock inside Orlando's quivering body.
Orli raised himself to meet the thrusts trying to force the rhythm until
Viggo changed his angle slightly so that he could deeply hit the warmest
spot at the center of the younger man. Orlando unraveled, tears falling,
mingling with the rain, crying, begging, calling out his love for Viggo
as he thrashed wildly on the table, bucking against him, insides trembling
as he came again.
It was the trembling that undid Viggo, that and the abandonment that always
came over Orlando during their lovemaking. That Orli did this only for him
was a miracle. As the tight, hot tunnel that was Orlando clenched around
him, and the naked pale body writhed beneath his touch Viggo finally let
go, pounding harder and harder into the younger man, feet slipping in the
mud, caring about nothing except releasing himself inside Orlando. Deeper
and deeper he thrust until his orgasm rippled through him spreading a delicious
heat inside Orlando who thought he would never be cold again.
Viggo collapsed over him, they stayed that way for a moment. Both sated,
both satisfied. Until Orlando struggled to stand, anxious for closer contact,
Viggo disengaged their bodies, concerned,
"Did I hurt you?" he asked.
"No love" replied Orli, turning in the embrace to look at him.
He pulled Viggo to him, holding him close, clinging to him, wanting to never
let go. Viggo's hands smoothed his back. Orli shifted against the cold table,
shivered slightly.
"We should go in" said Viggo finally.
"We should" Orli agreed, reaching up to plant a gentle kiss on Viggo's mouth.
"I love you" he told the older man stroking his face "Forever."
"Do you promise?" asked Viggo quietly, suddenly sounding insecure, not meeting
Orlando's eyes.
"I promise" whispered Orli, beginning to lead Viggo back towards the house.
Half way up the path Viggo stopped him by pulling on his hand.
"I promise never to leave the house in the middle of the night half asleep
without you." Viggo said softly, "and I promise to love you forever."
Orli smiled at him.
They kissed softly.
The rain finally stopped.
**The End**
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This is good, love Orli getting "even" and making a good point!
Yay!
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C x.
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One day I will write a happy fic.....hum, any ideas??
Thanks so much for commenting!!
C x.