Heaven in Your Eyes

Chap: 13

He was trying, albeit unsuccessfully, to comfort his traumatized friend on the drive home.

"It barely matters Lij, where he *bestows* his favors, is none of my business really."

"I don't believe your sayin this, your crazy.."
"I'm not crazy! He..*we* never claimed to be exclusive."

"I was gonna say.. you were crazy about him."
"Mmm maybe, doesn't matter."

Elijah heard the words, but the eyes that turned to him were pained, glistening with unshed tears. It made him want to stop the car and pull Orli into his arms and run Viggo over at the same time.
"They could have just been talkin ya know. Like we are."
"Yeah, I already thought of that."

Orli had went from a mild rage when he'd first shown up, to a near lethargic state. The change was dramatic and it unnerved him. "Want me to just stop by your house instead of goin to mine for your jeep? You could pick up a change for tomorrow and stay the night...we can talk some more..or just hang out?"

"It's okay Lij, you don't have to baby-sit. I'm not gonna snap. I just need to catch up on some sleep, kay? I'm really beat."

"You sure? I can come over and stay awhile with you if ya want."

"I'm sure, he changed from the car to his jeep and fired it up, you'd just be sittin there bored while I sleep. I'll see ya tomorrow mate..and Lij..thanks."

He watched until the jeeps taillights faded from sight then went in and picked up the phone, doing what he did best-butting in!

It was dark by the time he made it home and, try as might, he couldn't stop his gaze from wandering towards Viggo's house. It was dark, car still in the drive, then he remembered, Karl had picked him up.
Melancholy swept through him, enveloping him in sadness. 'Princess.'
He had never before felt uneasy for the decisions he'd made concerning his life but, was that how Vig saw him too? Snobbish-uncompromising? Viggo held his own self up to such high standards, he'd have thought the man would respect his convictions. He rubbed tiredly at his eyes then his aching temples. 'Fuck this! Why am I worrying over this now? I've never before!'
With a long suffered sigh he pushed off the door he'd been leaning on and turned to lock it. 'If this is what falling for someone feels like...they can keep it!'
His hand froze in mid-reach when movement outside caught his eye, then very slowly he leaned to peek one eye out the doors one small windowpane, spotting the pacing figure again. Viggo. In his driveway-pacing. Pacing meant indecision--nerves? Nervous about what? What to say--how to say it?
He was already a bundle of nerves himself, and *this* was only making it worse. He flung open the door, suppressing the smirk when Viggo jumped.

"I'm planning on an early night...so if you've somethin to say..you best knock soon." His heart thumped madly in his chest while he waited, leaning his back against the door again, not wishing to witness if Vig left. When the light tap finally came it reverberated throughout his body as if the man had *pounded* on the door instead. He shook his hands hard a few times and drew a deep breath, trying to clam his nerves. Forcing a polite smile he gently opened the door.
"Viggo! What a surprise mate! What brings ya round this time of night? Your usuaporiporing over script changes about now."
He checked his watch for emphasis, finding it suddenly hard to meet that steely knowing gaze.

Every thing about him was a casual tease. Not the eyes. He saw straight through them--into them, before they turned away. Full of worry..confusion?
Wasting no time on words he caught Orlando's waist as he pushed his way in and pressed a surprised Orli back to the closed door, chest to chest. Just in case the younger man had any ideas of escape. The close proximity forced their gazes to meet. He studied the brown depths, fingertips grazing up and down Orli's sides, trying to decipher the myriad of emotions running rampant through them.
"Are you still angry with me?" He asked softly, repressing the urge to suck the lower lip Orli was worrying with his teeth. He almost failed as it loosed with a wet pop, glistening in the near dark room, begging to be taken.

"Angry? About last night..er..this mornin?"
When Viggo nodded yes, he tried pushing away. The man wasn't budging.
With an exasperated sigh he surrendered.
"I was never mad Vig...a little irritated maybe..far from angry."

"You seemed it today."
Not wanting to seem the jealous, insecure idiot, he avoided Karl's time-frame and thought back over the earlier part of the day.
"Frustrated is more like it Vig. Frustrated, waiting..for your answer."

Orlando wanted to snap his fingers in front of the mans face, draw his eyes back up from his lips. He stood so close without touching, save for the fingers caressing his sides, he could feel the heat emanating from Viggo's body. The combined sensations, along with the hungry way the other watched his lips move, was causing a serious stir in his lower region that seemed highly inappiateiate for this situation. When the mans gaze finally lifted before speaking he wanted to melt through the door. The amount of desire he read there made the hunger weak by comparison, it nearly stole his breath away.

"You said if I wanted you to *stop* coming around..say so. I didn't realize..didn't think you needed to hear...I still want you...no matter what."

'Oh God, not now!' He felt his throat tighten with emotion, feared tears weren't far behind.
But Viggo was no longer paying attention. He felt he'd been waiting a lifetime and his patience to mate their lips in a breathless, searching kiss had ended. Orlando whimpered softly into the onslaught that set the earlier stirrings aflame, clutching Viggo shamelessly to him in his need.
"I missed you today." He whispered between slow peppering kisses along his jaw, down his neck, retracing their path again and again.

Talking..why was Vig talking when his lips should be-oh yeah- conversation, serious, he forced his mind back from the clouds.
"We were together..nearly all day Vig."

He let his hands still on the slender hips and drew back to look him in the eye. "Your smile...your constant teasing, intentional and *not*. The way you always touch me when no one is looking. I missed that today...I missed *you*."

"And Karl?" His eyes snapped shut, horrified that the words slipped out before he could stop them. 'Ohgodohgodohgod. How low and lame am I going to sink?' Eyes reopened to find Viggo intent on boring a hole straight through him.
"I mean..did you miss me..um..even through dinner?" He tried moving away, tried avoiding the others eyes.
"Orlando?"
'Oh fuck. In others company (mainly movie bigshots) and serious moments only warranted use of his full name.
"Please Vig, he squirmed a little, this positions hurting my back."
Viggo released him like hot lava. It wasn't a total lie. Four straight days on horseback had him a little stiff. But he wasn't out of it yet he realized when Viggo clasped his wrist and guided him to his lap on the couch.

"Look at me...please?" He cupped a soft cheek and turned Orli's face when it seemed he wasn't going to oblige. "Do I sense a streak of jealousy here?"
The shame he felt over earlier thoughts was a blow that left him having even more trouble meeting Viggo's eyes.

"I..don't be ridiculous. I was just..."

"You are..aren't you!" It wasn't a question so much as a revelation. He covered Orli's lips with his own when the young man meant to deny it again. He was happier believing it true.
When he had him sufficiently panting-to breathless to speak-he moved him to a more comfy position. Stroking a cheek with a single finger til eyes fluttered open in question.
Orlando now understood the true meaning of the phrase 'kissed senseless'. Until Viggo spoke, he forgot where and why they were there.

"You should never have to feel jealous..of anyone..ever. If you could only look through my eyes..see what I see, you'd know how truly wonderful you are."
"Vig.."
"Shh." He put a finger to those sensuous lips, "You don't need to say a word baby. I see all I need to in your eyes. So incredibly expressive; he kissed each in turn, it's one of the things I love about you." The finger that was stroking along his collarbone now, froze, the sensation traveled straight to his brain, freezing it also.
He waited long moments for Orli to jump up, shout, run from the room, freak out in any way possible, but he lay still in Viggo's arms. Eyes clear, questioning Viggo's sudden halt. There was no way he didn't hear that.
His brain thawed a little. 'Ignore it, yes. If Orli wasn't going to call him on it...no harm no foul. Change the scenery', his defrosting mind urged him.
"Come on."
He maneuvered them from the couch and upstairs then gave Orli a slight nudge towards the bedroom while he turned to the bathroom.
"Go get undressed and climb in bed, I'll be right there."

"Uh..a little presumptuous aren't we?"
He flashed a dazzling smile at the raised brow, sexy smirk and the hand that rubbed unerringly down the front of his jeans.
And hadn't he just complained about this position he thought, as Viggo directed his back to the wall with the hand still rubbing his crotch.

"Am I being presumptuous." He pressed his own rising erection to the young mans hip with just en pre pressure to entice and effectively trap him. "And before you even think of denying it, he briefly squeezed the length that had hardened beneath his palm, remember a few things I *know* as fact."
He leaned a bit closer, letting his hand start it's slow torture again.
"I know how insatiable you are for my body." He grew harder as brown eyes darkened, then abandoned his gaze to nuzzle the silky softness below an ear.
"I know I can....and have made you...hard and aching for me, with just a look."
He heard the heavy pull of breath into lungs and nipped at skin to keep from smiling. Increasing the pressure of his hand earned him the softest of gasps.
"I know what I'm feeling..here." He cupped the length on the downstroke, grinding himself gently against Orli's hip. Making a moan spill from those beautiful lips he kissed his way towards--but ignored. Instead, drawing back to bring them eye to eye. "And don't forget what I said downstairs. There is little you can hide from me, these beauties, he kissed a corner of each eye, give you away *almost* every time." His hand slid to Orli's hip, stepping in and turning him at the same time to bring them fully together, but not allowing the friction Orlando sought.

He drew closer to Orli's lips, looking deep into those dark eyes, "Right now there telling me..that I could have you..right here. That you would strip for me..turn around..offering yourself..pleading with me to hurry." He took the lips then, that started to form a word--or a moan. Kneading the well muscled rear he gripped, thrusting hips to match their tongues dance together, giving Orli the friction he desired.

Orlando melted into him. Hooking a leg behind Viggo's, he clung to broad shoulders, letting the others hips grind him mindless. The question still fluttering through the back of his mind. 'Would he? Had Viggo *that* much a hold over him'? Then the man whispered against his lips before plundering his mouth again and he knew.

"Undo your pants for me baby."

His hands moved under Viggo's will without hesitation. Seeming to watch himself from the outside, from just this side of sanity, he watched himself fall into Viggo, come undone beneath the mans touch. Then he was pushed over the edge, crashing back to reality with a thud as the man slid down his body.
They'd done this many times, in bed, in the heat of passion. But seeing his lover on his knees before him--fiercely erotic.

The hand that had been stroking him opened flat, serving as a platform for the cock it held on display for Viggo's viewing pleasure. His tongue slowly moistened lips for readiness causing Orlando to shiver in anticipation.
"Oh...fuck..." He breathed, unable to do anything beyond stare dumfounded at the scene playing out below.

"Later." Viggo murmured, catching and holding the blank gaze as his mouth sucked over the aching flesh, pulling the swollen head between his lips, teasing it's slit with a darting tongue. Inch by agonizingly slow inch he watchedselfself disappear between delectable lips.
That teasing tongue precise in it's movements, whirling him hastily towards blissful surrender.
The ranger beard brushed his tightened sacs, simultaneously with his head penetrating Viggo's throat.
"Oh...God luv.." His fingers threaded through silky hair, needing to touch his lover in some way. The warm moist heat was as overpowering as the force of suction being created by an unrelenting mouth. Tiny tremors ran up the inside of his legs, down his spine, met in his groin and exploded. A pent-up groan escaped full force, snapping his head back to the wall, eyes squeezing closed. Every sensation magnified the more his body sped towards relief. Hands that had rested on hips slid firmly around his backside, encouraging his thrusts, teasing between his cheeks. Then Viggo swallowed around the hypersensitive head, brushing over his entrance with a deft stroke. A jolt of intense pleasure shook Orlando's body, making him buck with a sudden blinding desire and empty himself with a shudder into the hot mouth that surrounded him.
"Holy shit Vi.." Was all he managed to get out before his trembling body was wrapped in a strong embrace and he tasted his pleasure in the full contact kiss.
Viggo changed their positions when the kiss ended. Holding Orlando to him while soothing hands roamed over his back, waiting for the tremors to still and breathing to return to normal. He sed ted to stir within the embrace and Viggo only held him tighter, unwilling to be parted yet. With a contented sigh Orlando nuzzled his neck, teasing it with gentle lips, missing Viggo's smirk.
"You should also be aware of one other fact I know baby."
"Hmmmm?" he didn't bother stopping his foreplay.
"I only brought you up here for a massage."

~*~*~*~*~*

Orlando woke with a start, blinking around the still dark room. He eyed the clock, 'One more hour' and flopped back to the bed. An uneasy sensation stole over him, keeping his eyes from closing. As last night slowly caught up with him, he turned and reached for Viggo, finding only an earthy scented pillow in his place. He pulled it close, hugging it as he would have Viggo, that familiar sadness washing over him again.

'Stay?' He had pleaded when his lover made to leave just after midnight.
He'd had to tug the mans wrist, add 'please' to the plea before Viggo relented. Sliding their bo$bac back together was all it had taken to make him hard once again. He hugged the pillow tighter, craving the others touch. Wondering if he had left to showhim, how it felt to wake to an empty bed when you wanted someone near.
He flung the pillow from him in anger, "Damn it Vig! I never stole away while you slept..you always knew I was going."
He was about to pull the pillow over his head and try again to sleep when he heard another sound. Similar he realized, to the one that woke him.

As he neared the top of the stairs, the delicious aroma of coffee filled his nostrils. Breaking into an ear to ear grin, his descent of the stairs was swift, the momentum carrying through until he came to a grinding halt at kitchen entrance.

There was no spectacle in this world more appealing than the one on display before him, of that he was quite sure. His gorgeous lover in the act of cooking him breakfast was special in itself.
But his lover, whist sof softly to himself, hand stirring wher her he was cooking in time to the tune, wearing *nothing* but an apron cinched round his hips. Priceless!
Leaning to the door frame, arms crossed over his own bare chest while an amused, loving smirk formed on his lips. He watched a few moments longer as the ends of a neatly tied bow, dangled enticingly over the bare bottom before softly clearing his throat, "Morning love."
His amused expression turned to one of searing lust as Viggo turned. The flimsy, sheer material did nothing to conceal the package beneath. He had a hard time tearing his eyes away to meet Vig's as he crossed the room and pulled him into a passionate kiss.
'Yeah, I could get used to this.' He thought.

He slid a hand down suggestively over the bare arse and smiled as he paused the kiss long enough to whisper. "I'm hungry lover, he ground his hips for emphasis, ...feed me."


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