Heaven in Your Eyes

Chap: 15


With a naked vision safely soaking in his tub, he changed into sweatpants & a Tee before hurrying down to find something for them to eat.
'Light, he thought, don't want him passing out from a full stomach. A little wine, soft lights, softer music'. He wanted Orli relaxed as much as possible. Despite the young mans earlier agitated mood, he was still planning on their talk. He pulled out candlesticks from the drawer, shoved them back, then pulled them out again. 'Why am I so damn nervous..I need a smoke. No..he'll knowr upr uptight then. Emit confidence..that's the key.' He nodded and lit the two candles.

He sat around four steps down, still ensconced in shadows, watching the antics of a silent movie Viggo was starring in. He arranged the table-rearranged it, disappeared into the kitchen for a few minutes. Back to light the candles he'd finally decided on. Lips moving with no sound, hands on hips, surveying from a few feet away, one more touch. A start back to the kitchen, one more peek over a shoulder, the show left him smiling. Charlie Chaplain of the new age. But his Charlie was *very* uptight about something. Orli was surprised there wasn't a cig dangling from his lips.

He looked up, startled that Orlando had finished so soon. Too soon..he wasn't ready. He was never really going to be he knew-but he could have used five minutes more. He'd barely had time to start rehearsing how this was going to play out. No lines..should've asked PJ for a script. He smiled imagining the look on the little mans face, and Orli, coming into full view, smiled back..Viggo's slipped a little. Positive those navy pj bottoms, too loose and riding low on slender hips, never looked that sexy on him.

"Hope you don't mind. I couldn't bring myself to put my old clothes back on. I..uh, couldn't find a shirt though."

"I can see that." He agreed, never lifting his eyes above the young mans waistline. Thin material, clinging to damp skin, made it obvious he'd also decided against briefs.

"It's a little chilly...Vig?"

"Hmm?" His eyes shot up to meet his love's wry smirk. He blushed, hurrying past Orlando, "Back in a flash."
'No, he warned himself, absolutely no thoughts of sex until this was over. None! No kissing or touching either, that always led to sex with his breathtaking baby. Well, always led him to want it anyway.' His eyes followed the line of a straight spine, down to the swell of buttocks that damnably thin material was also clinging to.
Orlando turned from the window when Viggo cleared his throat, barely catching the tee before it landed on his head.

"Go ahead and have a seat, it's just about done," Vig called from the kitchen.

He shrugged into the shirt, chalking Vig's weirdness up to a reaction from his own earlier mood and sunk gratefully onto a chair. Wrapping a hand around the glass he improperly gulped the wine, replacing the glass with an impish grin when Viggo entered.
The mans knowing smirk sliding quickly into place.
"Feel better?"

"Much, much better." His tongue circled his lips with a relaxed sigh, before leaning back in the chair. Viggo almost lost his grip on the dish. He glared at the thing when it landed too loud like it had jumped from his hand on purpose.
"You..okay luv? You seem a little..off."

He lowered to his own chair somewhat stiffly, holding his favorite chocolate gaze.
'I want to tell you I'm in love with you tonight. Then I want to make love to you with all the passion I've been holding back. I want to hold you in my arms afterwards and speak of forevers, make plans for tomorrow's.'
His head shook a careful no throughout his quick thought.
"You just look too damn sexy in my clothes baby. Makes me wanna get you out of them."

~~*~*~*~*~*

Hey mate." Craig grasped Karl's extended forearm in greeting before sliding into the booth. "How goes everything in middle earth?"
"Grueling, exhausting, fifteen hour a day shoots. I'm lovin it."
Craig smiled, "Yeah, I miss it sometimes. So Fifteen hours a day huh, Pete gone and turned the entire movie into another helms deep shoot." He teased
"Mostly just stand around and wait stuff, you know. He's pushing to have it finished this year, by Christmas he hopes."
Karl's smile slipped a little, sighing heavily into his beer before sipping at it.

"So, I was a little surprised to hear from ya mate, you still in the middle of shootin and all."
Karl didn't look up right away from whatever was holding his interest on the tables surface and Craig knew he'd read his friend right. "This isn't a purely social call..is it?"
"I.., he took another swig for his suddenly scratchy throat as nerves started to dance, he had to play this just right; Not really a favor..well maybe a small one. Mostly...I just had a question I..I was hoping..you could answer." His purposeful stammer caught Craig's attention. 'Good.'

"If I can." He encouraged.
"During helms deep..I mean..you all lived so close and everything..did you..I mean..." He raised the mug to his lips once more, hiding his smile when Craig encouraged him more.
"It can't be that bad mate, just spit it out."
Another heavy sigh while he became interested in mug's contents. "Viggo, I mean Orlando..both actually. You all got a lot..closer on that shoot..didn't you?" He waited for Craig's somewhat hesitant confirmation, then blurted out his question. "Did you see anything develop between those two beyond friendship?"
Craig's eyes widened as the beer spewed across the table.

'That wasn't at all the reaction I'd expected.' He thought reaching for a napkin to wipe his beer soaked arm, eyeing the other carefully.

Craig wiped his mouth as he tried to wipe his mind of that early morning trailer scene. "Sorry I..why would you ask that?" His eyes met Karl's almost guiltily the man thought, before becoming over-interested in his own mug.
"Look Craig, the favor I'm going to ask is just that..well..that you don't tell *anyone* I was asking about this." If he read the man right, it was working in his favor-Craig actually looked relieved.
Eyes downcast, he laced enough sadness into his voice to make it believable. "Viggo and I..we kinda had somethin..you know..then Orlando caught his eye, flirting all the time, hanging on Vig's every word." He sighed, trying to convey hurt and not the bitterness he was feeling. "I just wanted to know..If I still stood a chance. If it was just some..infatuated fling or..If I should..you know..just try and forget him. Cause I certainly don't want to cause any problems between them." He threw in the 'Mr. Nice Guy' routine for effect. "If you think it's...serious."

He thought back-a little unwillingly-to helms deep. To the way they watched each other, intimate touches when they thought themselves unobserved. Laughing, joking around, always teasing each other (and everyone else) they simply flowed into one another. 'Two halves meeting to form one perfectly complete soul', he remembered from one of Stacy's more sappier comments. The start of a smile quickly faded when he met the completely dejected look in the man's eyes across the table.
"I'm..I'm really sorry Karl."
He shrugged, not having to pretend the hurt he was conveying this time.
'It's all for the best I asked then..before I went and did somethin stupid right?"
He bit back a smile, signaling for the waiter. "Join me for another? I'll buy if you promise I won't be wearing it."
Craig's sheepish grin merged with the relief he was feeling. Patting Karl's forearm in a friendly gesture, his eyes grew serious.
"I promise."
He smiled sincerely and Karl knew his secret was safe.

~~*~*~*~*~

"That was great Vig." He drained hlasslass and was straddling Viggo's lap before he could blink. "Now, he wiggled his hips suggestively before pressing in close for a kiss, You said somethin bout me..outta your clothes."

Then he was tasting wine, salad dressing mixed with the distinct tang of lemon, but underlying all, Orlando. He moaned into the kiss, gripping the now gyrating hips to stop them.

It wasn't a moan of 'yes baby' or 'I want you'. It was a moan he didn't recognize and he parted their lips, resting his elbows back on the table, he leaned far enough away to observe this added weird behavior. The man was semi-hard. He could still feel it as Viggo held his hips tight against him - not pushing away - so..what?

"Why don't we take what's left of the wine and go..snuggle on the sofa, listen to some music, relax a little." Talk he wanted to add but thought better of it.

"Mmm.. sounds nice. But no more wine for me. Pills remember. If I don't take'em tonight I'll be walkin funny tomorrow."

It was out before he could stop it, "If I have my way, you'll be walkin funny anyway."
'Damn it! Don't make this about sex!', he silently berated his loose tongue.

One brow quirked in amusement, mixed with confusion. 'Okay, I'm sure he still wants me. So why is he lookin like he just said somethin terribly out of place?'
"Give Vig..what's up?"

"Nothing yet."
'Fuck! Stupid brain! Work when I need you damn it!'

Orlando slid off with a devious smile, the length of knee to toe dragging the man's crotch, "I'll meet ya in there, yeah? We'll see if we can..fix that."

Viggo watched the sway of slender hips retreat upstairs, continued staring at the steps til the click of the bathroom door signaled his destination.
"Fuck, he muttered, pacing in front of the sofa when he reached it; Sex, sex, sex, is that all you can think of at a time like this. You finally.."
He trailed off when another disturbing thought forced it's way in.
'Yes Viggo, sex. That's what you've almost *always* thought your young lover wanted. Why he gave into your persistence. But. Isn't that all you *really* want from him too? It's certainly all you can think of.'
'Shut up!' he demanded the inner demon taunting his mind again.
'I love him! All of him!'

'Are you suuure about that, cause if your not...and you tell him you arrre...you just *might* break his heart..' The voice was sing-songing, taunting him, relentless on confusion.
'*Is* that what you want..to find out too late..his love was true and yours turned away. Turned out to be nothing but lust. You could leave him desolate, despairing..think Viggo. Young, beautiful..an *impressionable* heart..what a waste it would be.'

'No, it's not like that. I'm not like that.'

'It's not...*your* not? Why can't you stop thinking of jumping him then? Go on, tell him then, maybe it'll work out, maybe it'll go the other way. He'll pity the old fool spouting love tunes and someday leave you to despair instead.'

'Stop,' he pleaded, then a hand was on his shoulder, turning him.

He jumped, startled, wanting to run away from, and kiss away the bewildered look on Orlando's face. He fell onto him, pushing him back to the sofa, claiming his lips mercilessly before his head even reached the cushion. Kissing him soundly, breathlessly, before moving on.

Gripping tightly to his lover as teeth nipped at his throat, earlobe, shoulder. Hot, wet breath at his ear. A ragged whisper, "I want you. All the time..I want you." A command, selfial,ial, hope, a confession?
He didn't care, he wanted Viggoalso, told him so when his lips were freed for a moment. Claimed hungrily again at his concession.

The mans pliant body moved beneath him, conforming to him, clutching at hair, neck and shoulders. Pulling Viggo to him.
He squeezed his eyes shut, licking his lips, vying for control. 'This wasn't what he wanted, all he wanted..was it?'
He braced himself up over Orlando, surveying his precious elf. From the pulse-point jumping rapidly in the smooth throat to lips beginning to swell from rough kisses. That beautifully panting mouth gasping softly for air when dark eyes fluttered open. Smiling, so trusting, begging to be taken.

The spark he met in Viggo's eyes was such in intensity, it simultaneously thrilled and frightened him. A silent request he thought, to go to the edge and beyond. He would jump off that cliff, he knew it then, and Viggo seemed to be asking, yet reluctant to jump with him.
"Now luv..please..I need you now."

And taken him he had. Hard, thoroughly, on the sofa, on the stairs, in the shower. He'd even controlled Orlando's thrusts when he'd straddled him on the bed, impaling himself, meeting Viggo's increasing ferocity throughout the night.
The more he matched the man's desire, the harder Viggo went at him. It had been weeks ago and he could still hear the screech of metal table legs against linoleum when he had taken that angelic creature with an almost brutal desire, atop that gaudy red table.

The wetness on his cheek, he realized, wasn't from the spray of the ocean. He hung his head and watched another tear join the water's edge lapping at his feet. He curled his toes in the sand, watching the white foamy bubbles swirl around them. Dip into the indents they made, clinging briefly, before rushing down the gentle slope of sand after the sea that had left them behind. But without the salty waters support, they dissolved to nothing before his eyes.
'Is that how it would be if I let my baby go..would I dissolve to nothing...could I let go..should I'?
He'd scared himself that night. Trying to prove he could make love all night and still feel love in the morning, was the only conclusion he reached for his actions.

When Orlando had silently crawled out of bed an hour before dawn, leaving without a word, he knew he shouldn't blame him.
He'd known from the start of the evening Viggo had been off kilter. Hell, they both had, and yet he stayed, meeting every passionate demand made of him. But his leaving without an attempt at good-bye, hurt in ways he could put no thought to.
He was no closer now than he had been then. The longer he thought, the deeper into confusion he fell. Had the young man stayed because he was indeed that lustful, or were the underlying emotions he'd sensed from the beginning real?
Viggo sank to his knees and the figure silently watching from his back porch started towards him, his heart swelling with empathy for his friend.


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