Heaven in Your Eyes

Chap: 10

'There was no way in hell this was happening! Again!'
He took one look at Orlando-swollen lips still glistening, a love bite so red it was obviously just made.
He closed his eyes, counted to three and opened them to find Orlando still frozen in place. 'Damn!'
Well, at least he looked as embarrassed as Craig felt. "I just came in for the weekend Orlando. And you?" He asked, hoping to the high heavens he wouldn't answer that truthfully. The doors started closing and Orli stuck out his foot to stop them allowing Craig to step through. He stood facing him, making himself wait for an answer, but received a question instead.
"Have I done somethin to piss you off Craig?"
"What? Why would you ask that?"
"You called me Orlando..*again*."
"Is that suddenly not your name?"
"Funny. You know what I mean. You've never called me anything but princeling since we met, and now all of a sudden it's *Orlando*. Not to mention how weird you act around me. Viggo say's it's my imagination but I.."
"Orlando.."
"See, your doin it again!"
He looked down, somewhat embarrassed, then decided now was as good a time as any to clear the air.
"What room are you and Viggo in? Maybe we should talk."
"Viggo?" His voice rose an octave along with both brows. "What makes you think Viggo's here?"
He knew he could have given Orlando any excuse-such as where there's one the other is-and written it off to friendship, but he was right. He had been behaving like an idiot towards the younger man. A man that was looking like he wanted nothing more at that moment, than for the floor to open up and swallow him. He really should explain.
He reached out and swiped a fingertip across the fresh love bite,
"This for starters."
Orlando stepped back like he'd been struck. A thousand excuses whirled through his mind but none would come out. "That didn't..I mean, I didn't..this is.."
"I saw the two of you." Craig said simply, effectively halting the babble.
"Saw..saw us? Saw who..what.." He jumped when the doors slid shut and took another step back like he was about to flee. "What are you on about Parker? I don't think I.."
"Please..., he interrupted with a tired sigh, let me just say this. I think we'll both feel better for it."
Orlando was almost positive that *wasn't* going to be the . He. He crossed his arms protectively across his chest and nodded his consent.
"I guess it's been about three weeks give or take?" He looked to Orlando for confirmation on how long he'd been getting the cold shoulder, but the guys face was set in stone. "Yeah well, I was asked to drop off some papers for Viggo. The trailer was dark..and unlocked. I took a liberty I'll never take again trust me..cause I .." He paused hoping Orlando would say something..anything to help him out, but his eyes were glazed over and far away.
"Shit princeling..Do I have to spell it out? I know you and Viggo are lovers..I saw it first hand!" He wasn't sure at that point whose face was redder. It was the only sign Orli gave that he had even heard him. They stared at each other until *Craig* started wishing the floor would open up.
"So...you have something against bi's and or gay's and because I happen to be..I'm no longer good enough to be your mate. Is that why you stopped greeting me like you usually do? Because your afraid to touch me..or does it simply disgust you?"
Craig's eyes widened in complete surprise. He was sure he'd never heard the other sound so viscous and..hateful. And he was taking it all, so very wrong.
"No! He almost shouted, then stopped himself and took a calming breath. He stepped forward to close the gap Orlando had increased and prove he wasn't afraid to touch him.
When Craig stepped forward, Viggo-who had obviously been there-came into his line of sight. Their gaze met briefly and Viggo just looked..stunned. He closed his eyes. Not wishing to see the look on his lovers face, or deal with this, or..
"Get your bloody hands off me Parker! Aren't you afraid you'll catch somethin!"
He pushed Craig back, not bothering to even look at Viggo as he stormed past. After a couple of failed swipes, the door finally unlatched and he slammed it behind him.

"Viggo! Hey..I...I.."
"Totally fucked that up?"
To his amazement Viggo smiled. "Yeah, guess I did..but.."
"I knew Craig." His smile turned into a smirk at the raised brow.
"What? You thought I would *forget* I didn't bring those papers with me? I asked around, saw how you were avoiding me..and treating Orli. Didn't take a genius."
"But you..you didn't.."
"Tell him?" He finished when Craig trailed off.
Craig nodded.
"No, I didn't. I guess I was trying to spare him..but, I guess he'd better get used to it *now* rather than later."
Craig's head shook lightly in confusion. "Get used to what?"
"To this of course." He motioned an accusing hand to Craig. "To the way he'll be treated when *narrow minded people* find out he's not the perfect little hetro!"
"Hey! Now wait a minute! I never treated.."
"Didn't you?"
"No I didn't, not like you think! Listen Viggo, please? You've both taken this incredibly out of context."
He looked around as another couple came out of their room. "Let's not discuss this out here." He started off to his own room without looking to see if the other man followed.

"Bout fucking time Vig! What took ya...get the bloody hell out of my room!"
He advanced on Craig and for a moment he had a flash of what it would truly be like to have Legolas coming at you. His palms went up in submission *and* to ward off any attack that might come.
"Peace brother elf, he tried to smile, I come in peace."
"Make up your mind will ya? Are you an elf or a sodding alien?" His tone was still bitter, but at least he had stopped.
"Can we sit down and talk Orla.."
"No."
"Would it help if I told yougo sgo sent me? How did you think I got in?" He waved Viggo's key card for proof then laid it on the small table by the door.
"Fine. Say what you hafta then get out!"
He eyed Orlando's protective stance, even as the younger man's eyes raked coldly over him. Letting his body fall back to the door he held Orli's gaze.
"You took it all wrong you know?"
Silence
"This would go better if you'd at least answer me."
'Said you could talk, never said I would."
"Ooo'kay,ll jll just tell you what I told Viggo then." The long drawn out sigh was an avoidance tactic that quickly had Orlando's foot tapping impatiently. "After what I saw, I can't..I mean at first..it was all I could think about. It was just so hard to be around you guys cause I..I couldn't even *look* at either one of you without seeing..well, you know..and I kept..all the time..I kept...kept..ah fuck..Ikeptpicturingyouguysnaked!

Viggo's smile went from ear to ear when he heard Orlando howl with laughter through the door. Figuring they'd be a little while, he went in search of food to sustain their strength for the night to come.

~*~*~*~*~*

"Feeling better now?"
"Mmm..lots, he shifted to get more comfy within the cradle of Viggo's arms, I needed that."
He watched the dim light from the old black and white movie flicker across his loves features. Creating stark contrasts between skin and lips.
Tracing the outline gently with one fingertip, made the lips curl in a slight smile.
"Which one..talking to Craig..or the food?"
He shifted again, moving his head a little further back on Viggo's shoulder so he could bring him into focus. "Both I guess." His tongue darted out, swiping the finger that still traced his lips, sending an urgent signal straight to Viggo's groin. He met Orlando's half-lidded gaze with every intention of keeping an erection at bay. He knew the other was exhausted. But one lonto nto those desire darkened orbs and he was lost.
"Have I ever told you..I have a fascination with your mouth?"
The soft smile accompanied another swipe to his finger and that urgent signal grew.
"What do you find so fascinating about it?"
To his surprise, he had to think for a moment on it. It had always just *been* he had never questioned why. "To begin with..it's attached to you." This brought a small breath of a laugh..then an even longer swipe.
Hmm, he liked this game. "I love the way it curves so perfectly right here, he traced the spot in observance, just as perfect as the curve of your bow." From it's position, the underside of his finger received a delicious tickle from just the tip of the tongue. That signal was now heading straight up an increasing erection. "And this one, it dropped down to trace the fuller lower portion, it's just the right size for sucking on..and just firm enough to make me crazy when we kiss." The entire fingertip was enclosed by those perfect lips, the tongue swirling softly around once before they loosed with a slight pop. That feverent pounding of blood driving straight in, to harden him further, let him know the signals had ceased, and play time had begun. "When I have you beneath me..when I get you to that point of pleasure.. where the earth melts away, and there's only us. "His hand made a be-line for Orli's cock to find him just as hard. He pressed down on the hard encased flesh beneath his palm, pressing Orlando's hip into his own throbbing erection.
Orlando's head tilted back alonth hth his world, sucking in a short breath to hold, while the sensations assaulted him, body and mind. "Yes baby, just like that. They make this perfect little O of pleasure for me. That's when I know, I've got you in just the right place...for the nice..deep..thrust of my cock."
That low deep moan signaled play time had begun for Orlando also and he leaned forward to trace those luscious lips with his own tongue. It was his intent to tease further but the contact of flesh had him attacking that mouth instead.
'How was it possible?' This need for Orlando to be *so intense* with such a short amount of time passing, since he had last claimed his lovers body. But here he was, losing control. Ripping off clothes like he would die, if he didn't feel the others soft warm skin against his within seconds. He devoured his lover with another kiss. The feel of Orlando's fingers, frantically rolling on the condom-his own need just as strong-almost pushed him over. Mating their bodies together in a rush so heated it should have caused flames, he forced himself to a slow and steady glide, waiting, watching his lovers half covered gaze. The sounds of small panting breaths and soft moans the only music he wished to ever hear again. Engorged flesh trapped between them, pulsed every time he stroked over that wonderful gland. "Ahh...oh God Vig..please.." Came out as a mere breath of air. Head pressed back, eyes closed, then that perfect ring of pleasure formed on his lovers beautiful lips. His stroke deepened til bodies tensed, clinging, surging together as their climax built to the point of engulfment. When lips mated once more and tongues met in a sensuous twirl around it's partner, they swallowed the others ragged moans of completion.

~*~*~*~*~*

He moved in a slow stretch, legs tangled in the sheet. Memory returning slowly. He pulled the pillow in to hug it's still warm and Viggo scented covering. Realizing at that moment, what was missing was his lovers embrace. He rose up on one forearm, surveying the darkened room. A light cool breeze of night fresh air mixed with the tinge of cigarette smoke filtered in through the patio doors. He pushed the pillows against the headboard and leaned back, watching the smoke hover momentarily around Viggo's head before the breeze carried it away.
He leaned with both forearms on the railing, staring out into the darkness. The tree outside their room filtered the moonlight and left an impression of moving over the muscled back like a living thing. Seeming to caress the muscles to life and movement even though his lover stood quite still.
Vig smoked, so did he, even though he was trying to quit. But it was a rare occasion when Viggo did it for pure enjoyment. It usually meant he was trying to work out something that was weighing heavily on his mind. Whatever it was, it must be serious he thought. Dressed in only boxers Vig didn't even seem to notice the chilled air. His form was still as the night, save for the slow rise of an arm, bringing the cigarette almost unwilling to his lips. An expanse of chest and back as smoke was drawn into lungs -- let back out in a slow exhale. Then all was still again.
Orlando imagined Viggo trying to work out the best way to tell him he loved him. It had been insinuated from the start--seemed on the tip of his tongue so many times--but if he was, it was never voiced. The infatuation the older man had with his body seemed to overwhelm any thought of emotions at present.' And that was okay,' he told himself, eyeing his lovers well muscled form.. After all, he had given in to those same desires with no thought to *future* events. No commitments ever uttered.
Another bout of shame washed over him, recalling his last call home. Both his Sis and Mum wanted to know 'What had happened? What was different? Had he met someone?' And many more along the same line. How was he to explain he'd done *exactly* what they had advised against. He could just see the disappointment in his Mum's eyes, hear the berating tone as his sister asked 'How could you Orlando?'
So he admitted nothing. Keeping silent his failure to 'do the right thing.' To resist Viggo's charms was a fight he'd lost happily in the end. He had walked willingly into his arms with no promises, and he would have to live with the consequences of that decision, no matter what they may be. After all, he wasn't even sure what it was *he* was feeling. When Viggo touched him, he melted..he had never done that with another, but did that equal love? Or just a physical attraction like he'd never known. And *love*-a real relationship with Viggo-older, a kid of his own, more experienced with life in every way. Would it ever really work? Or...it hit him suddenly, maybe he was trying to work out..how to end it.
'No!' He pushed the rising panic aside. He wouldn't have brought him here, wouldn't have agreed to testing, and surely wouldn't be jumping him every time he recuperated, like he needed skin contact to sustain life. 'Would he? Fuck this!' Whatever Viggo's problem he was going to have to solve it in bed. He needed him beside him now...befhe dhe drove himself insane.
Viggo heard the rustle of sheets and a moment later two warm arms snaked around his waist, a smooth chest pressed to his back. "Something bothering you Vig?" His lips teased the whorl of an ear while waiting, for what he thought was *too* long a time for Vig to answer. Viggo drew his arms in to cover Orli's and leaned his head back against the younger mans shoulder.
"I'm here...with you, what could possibly be wrong."
He couldn't help sampling the lips presented him, smoke, Viggo and...salt.."Vig?" He turned into the kiss, pulling the naked body to him before kissing him fully. "Vig, were you.." "Shh, he whispered, holding him tight, let's get you off this cold concrete." He backed him into the room, then turned and fell to the bed, drawing Orli down on top him. But ever persistent,he braced on his forearms, resisting being pulled down. "Vig, what is it?" He searched the others eyes. In the dimly lit room oundound no sign of tears, but that taste of salt was undeniable. His latter fears started to resurface. "Talk to me..please?"
"I told you, there's nothing to worry about, everything's fine, except..maybe." He smiled as Orlando's eyes widened. "Your using your mouth for questions, when it should be down here, against mine." Hands that had been resting on hips, slid up over shoulders and Orlando relaxed his arms, letting Viggo pull him down for a toe-curling kiss.
"That morning..when we were together the first time..do you remember?"
Memory flooded thought, quickening his pulse, pumping blood at a high rate into his cock. His hips twitched of their own accord, grinding slightly against Vig's. "You claimed me so thoroughly then..I want to feel that again baby. I want to watch your face twist with pleasure when you come in me." Hands slid from shoulders to ass in one smooth motion, gripping a cheek in each one and pulling Orli to him as his own hips ground back. One finger dipped in to tease his entrance, making him moan and hips push forward in response. "Think you can stop talking long enough to manage that?"
'Talk? He knew how to do that? Okay, probably, just not at the moment.' The sight Viggo presented took his already labored breath away. Eyes, heavy lidded, darkened by need. Bronze, sculpted chest, rising and falling in the quickened pace of anticipation. Hard and ready, trembling for *him*, that sexy little smirk trying to tease him to action-and he wasn't far enough gone-to not know why.
A leering, satisfied smile plastered his lips when Viggo shuddered beneath the motion of hips, rubbing their erections together. "You want to be claimed..*lover*..he almost purred, You *know* I can manage *that*.
'And afterwards, he thought, we'll be talking more..about salty kisses!'


TBC