Heaven in Your Eyes

Chap: 18

He let the man enter, getting a secret thrill out of the guilt ridden eyes he wasn't exactly proud of. He flopped back down on the sofa in his earlier position, half sitting, half laying against the pillow propped to the armrest like he'd been there all along.
"What?" He grabbed the remote and hit mute.

"I asked if you could shut that off."

"Done." He wasn't helping. He merely smiled, arching one brow.

"I..have you eaten?"

"Mhm."

"I see."

Orli nearly snickered.
Viggo's eyes were glued to the set, but he was sure the man didn't even notice the picture. Nervous, speechless, it was priceless. And it was too much. Viggo was beginning to make
him edgy.
"Something you wanted luv?"

He turned to look, shrugging in a nervous gesture. He looked so precious Orli had trouble not reaching for him.
"Just..wanted to see what you were doing, if you'd eaten and all."

"Hm. Well, just chillin. Enjoyin the fact I've a day off tomorrow."

"Your not on call?" He sounded almost panicked.

Eyeing the man carefully, he leaned a little to place the remote back on the table, why the comment sounded strange suddenly became clear. Viggo always knew when he did and didn't work. Why didn't he know now? The thought made him a little sad.
"Not til Wednesday. One entire day of peace and relaxation."

"Oh."

One leg was stretched out, the other draped off the side. He bent the one taking up space at the knee, pulling it towards him, glancing at the freed space. "Wanna sit?" For a moment he thought Vig was going to refuse.
But before he sat he grabbed the remote and hit off.
"It's distracting."
He turned slightly towards Orli, drawing one leg up and draping his arm over the sofa's back, his other hand traced a finger featherlight along the sock covered instep.
"Your socks are orange Orli."

"Yep. Got all colors of the rainbow and then some." The urge to pull away from the tantalizingly soft touch grew stronger. It was breaking his resolve not to give in right away, ashamed at how weak he was when it came to this mans touch. And the look he was receiving could have melted stone.
He pushed his palm hard along the length from thigh to knee, stopping just shy of the knee, gripping it in a makeshift tourniquet in an effort to stop the heat from spreading.

Viggo smirked.

"So, how did things go after I left? Anything interesting happen?" He was itching to reach the remote and bombard the awkward silence with music.

His head shook no before his arm bent to let head rest against hand, watching intently every move Orli made.

The words 'alien bug' entered his thoughts right before Viggo's finer grew bolder. Sliding up over the ankle until it met the edge of sock and beginning of skin. "Nothing interesting happens when you're not around."

Orli knew how the compliment was meant, but he was wanting this to go a different way for now. "Trying to say I'm the *only* screw up on the set?" His leg ached in it's tenseness to stop the shiver when the finger eased under the sock, lightly stroking heating flesh. His hand unconsciously gripped tighter.

"Do you think you're a screw up?"

He really hated when Vig did that. "I can be sometimes. True of anyone, no?"

The slight smirk softened to a smile. "True." The finger, changed to fingers, sliding towards his calf til the hem of jeans stopped them. As they stroked back down they pulled a -caught off guard- unresisting leg with them. Just enough to increase contact, his eyes never once deserting Orlando's.
Who was now biting the inside of a cheek.

"Your going to cut your circulation."

"Hm?" His eyes shot to his hand with surprise then returned to blues ones glittering with amusement.
"Knee aches a bit."
He wasn't lying. It did now, throbbing from the loss of bloods quick reentry when his hand loosed.
The hand propping up Viggo's head landed on his knee before his could. He let his slide back down his leg.

"Feel better?" He asked after massaging it awhile.

He hadn't noticed his eyes had drifted shut til he met the force of Viggo's gaze.
"It's better." He managed, without sounding as pathetically needy as he felt.

"Want me to rub..anything else?" The traces of that wry smirk started it's slow reappearaand and he was afraid to look down to his lap. It had felt good having his knee rubbed, a little too good. He only hoped it wasn't evident.
"Nothin else hurts Vig..I'm fine."

"Your back?"
He felt the hand start to slide from his knee, down the inside of his leg.

"No! It's better I mean. Not bein on a horse all day helps." He relaxed a little when the hand stopped midway down, doing a reverse slow crawl back up.
It returned to it's original resting post for Viggo's head and he almost breathed a sigh of relief. Almost. It was stupid forgetting he had two of them.
The fact made crystal clear when his foot was pulled onto Viggo's lap, arching when a thumb pressed firmly along his instep. So many embarrassing results occurred from that one simple action.
His toes curling down from the thumbs pressure, pressing against a rigid cloth covered length. His back arched, making his head loll back -his body stretch- causing thteriterial of his jeans to outline and rub his own, now obvious arousal. That in turn made his eyes seek the shelter of their lids and the air to rush from his lungs.
The thumb continued it's assault. His toes constantly pressing the mans erection. It wasn't fair he thought, every nerve ending tingling to life. Viggo knew too well how to touch him, how to make him soar with the gentlest ministrations.

"Why so tense baby?" He lightened the pressure of his thumb.

It didn't help.He felt weighted to the sofa.
His head twisted back and forth in denial. "Not tense."
'I feel like a fucking stressed out bowl of Jell-O.' He thought, concentrating hard on the rise and fall of his chest. Eventually able to slow his breathing.
Viggo's other hand had joined in and was now massaging the entire foot. It was helping to relax him more. 'Nooo. Not that *again*. Open your eyes. Talk to him! Do you want to give in this easy?'

His foot was lifted from the man's lap to rest on his shoulder. Hands slid down half the length of leg before warning bells sounded and it was too late to pull away. To late to sit up. His arm wouldn't even move his hand, to block the path of the hand that grazed painfully slow across his crotch.
'Sure!' His hips could move he thought, loathing his betraying body that pressed into the touch. It continued over, then under his other leg, pulling it up to rest over Viggo's, the other leg sliding down from his shoulder. Hands ran gently up, cupping his hips, thumbs tracing a snails pace along each side of his trapped cock.

"Viggo." His breath already shortened, he forced open his eyes. He was losing this unknown battle.Losing fast.

Hands stilled but the thumbs kept up a maddening slow circling.
"Yes baby, what do you need?"

'You, you clueless git' he thought, remembering what Lij had told him. He shook the thought loose.
"To know Viggo..I need to..know."

He leaned forward, almost desperately gathering Orli in his arms, pulling him up onto his lap to face him.
"What can I tell you baby, his heart swelled with hope; What is it you need to know?"

He was no more than a slight movement away from a kiss. His arms were already tightening around the mans shoulders. He was shocked to find how desperate he was to feel Viggo's lips move greedily over his. Shocked enough to shake him out of his trance.

"Why you seemed..so angry this mornin?" He felt a slight tensing of muscles against him.
"Why you more or less ignored me all day, but still come..to seduce me at night?"

Viggo let go and stood so fast he was practically dumped back to the sofa.
"Your right." He started for the door, "I shouldn't be here."

"Fucking hell Vig! Was I stopping you? I just wanted to know. Don't I at least deserve that before you pound me into the sofa?"

He paused with his hand gripping the door, pushing away the urge to run.
That's what he'd come for, to make amends. Apologize for his actions. Yet again it had turned sexual.
His need to be with Orlando outweighing all else.

He lifted the arm he'd flung over his eyes after a few moments silence. Viggo still gripping the door handle came into view.
"Go on then, he said tiredly, anger turning to pain and draining him; Go on home Viggo. I don't need nothin from you." He rolled to face the sofa's back, burying his face in the pillow, waiting for the click of the door to sound.

Lips were warm beneath his ear, pressing gently before whispering into it.
"I'm sorry baby."

"Go home Viggo. I really wanna be left alone right now."

"I can't do that."

"Why?" His temper started to flare again. "You sure wasn't having any problem a minute ago!"

He lightly tugged on Orlando's shoulder, trying to get him to turn. "Will you please look at me?"
He shrugged it off, "Go...home. We'll talk tomorrow."
"I told you I ca..."

"Fucking whatever!" He snarled, temporarily shocking his lover. He pushed up and slid over the back of the sofa, turning to face the still kneeling man. "You can't .. I'll leave!" He headed for the stairs, throwing angry words over his shoulder.
"When you can finally force yourself, lock the fucking door behind you!"

The door he flung closed behind him hit with a dull thud that didn't sound a thing like it should. Hands clenched at his sides when the light spilling in from the hall cast Viggo's shadow across the floor.
"Get out!"
The door clicked shut, sending the room into darkness. He whirled toward the door, but his unadjusted vision afforded him no sight. He spoke to the darkness.
"Loosing your hearing old man?"

"I came here for just what you asked of me Orlando. You don't want to listen now, well that's fine. Cover your ears, bury your head under a pillow, it makes no difference. But I'll at least have my say with you in the same room."
Orlando's outline was slowly becoming visible in the darkened room and he directed his pained words to it.
"Yes, I was half accusing, half asking if you'd slept with someone. A string of unfortunate bullshit that started at the club led me to believe..you'd left with someone..other than a hobbit. And yes Orlando..it pissed me off for numerous reasons. From, would you tell me before you put my health at risk -to- I wanted to murder the son-of-a-bitch that touched you. It was wrong to believe the innuendoes laid out before me. And I'm ashamed I did. I wanted to let you know I was sorry for this morning.. for today. But as usual I couldn't keep my own hands off you long enough to do even that. I'm..sorry for that as well. Sleep well Orlando, I'll see you Wednesday."

Quick entry, quicker exit. Words wounded and perplexed him in kind. To even think he would jeopardize their health spoke of a damning mistrust. And ashamed? Yeah, he had sounded it. But not for the reason given. He sounded so -for the lack of control over his desire- but yet was willing to murder someone else that may touch him.
And Wednesday? What the fuck! Why not tomorrow? He fell back on his bed as confused as ever, pulling a pillow over his face he finally drifted off.

~~*~*~*~*~

"Orlando."

The softly uttered word sent his heart racing.
"Fuck Vig! You about gave me heart failure. What are doin on my couch at.." He looked around the nearly dark room for the clock.

"It's about two in the morning. And I left, but remembered I failed to lock up. Couldn't sleep knowing that, you know."

He swore if Viggo sounded any sadder, violins would appear from thin air.
"I was too exhausted to walk home again. Didn't think you'd mind me crashing on your sofa."

He shook his head, then realized Viggo might not be able to see the motion, "It's okay Vig." His soft sad whisper matched the others before he hurried on to the kitchen.

Viggo flopped back in self-disgust. Afraid and unsure were not words he would describe himself as being overly familiar with, but here again he failed to tell Orli the truth. 'I just couldn't bring myself to leave.' He heard the lightened footsteps hurry by, up the steps, his heart clenched. 'No goodnight whispered, certainly no quick kiss.' He was screwing up the guys life. He was screwing up both there lives. He should go. Before he could rise the sound of feet descending reached him. His eyes opened to see a blanket billow out over him, to land on both bodies as Orli stretched out next to him, an arm and leg wrapping possessively over him. His heart seized again along with his breath, then went from zero to sixty in two seconds flat when warm lips nuzzled his ear.

"Night luv." He pulled a bit tighter, pressing further against the warm form in his arms. Sighing with satisfaction and relief when the arm behind him relaxed and cradled him to his lover.

Scooting back and turning a little towards Orli, he failed to make out any clear features in the dark. Satisfying himself with stroking a soft cheek instead, gauging reactions with touch.
"Orli, what are you doing?" He felt the cheek lift on a small smile. Then the leg resting over his slid down and nudged itself between Viggo's, increasing their contact as he snuggled closer.

"You won't come to me, he shrugged; No other choice."
There were no sexual undertones. He merely molded himself into the embrace for sleep as he had so many nights before.
Overwhelmed with guilt and affection by the simple action, he wound both arms tight around the trembling body, then realized it was *him* that was vibrating against the young man in his arms.

"Kiss me goodnight Vig." His face left the warmth of his lovers neck, seeking what he wished. Lips searching for each other in the dark. And God, there wasn't enough water in the Pacific to douse the flame that roared inside from that simple warm press of lips. The sweetest, barely audible of moans accompanied the shift of arms and bodies pressing together in sync, out of need when the kiss deepened, spreading the fire from him like a virus through to Orlando.

He felt Viggo swell against him through the thin cotton sweats, his own thinner boxers providing no restraint as he followed along, dropping an arm to pull as hips pushed, needing to feel every inch come to life *for him*. Viggo was as greedy as he was giving in their lovemaking and it thrilled him to master and be mastered. But right now he wanted--needed to be taken, possessed.
The fingers that raked down his back to cup his ass and brace him against grinding hips claimed him. The mutated, moaning growl that escaped Viggo when lips parted for air, rippled through him in a tingling rush that made the room tilt. Down his chest, the burning trail continued past his lungs, spreading it's flame, leaving him panting, desiring more.
Lips started gently ravishing his throat, fanning the flame. The trail continued lower, "Yesss.." He breathed. Head lolling back, eyes closed, knowing it mere seconds but feeling every nuance of sensation that built and spread within his groin and burst with pleasure through his ever swelling cock to leave him moaning and trembling in shameless need.

"Orli...baby I.."

"No!" He found his lips and connected briefly. "Three days luv ..kiss. .I'm on fire ..kiss.. Please stop talking and take me already."

A finger already hooked on the waistband started to tug and hips lifted to accommodate. How could he resist that plea..why should he. The desire was mutual. Nothing wrong with that. 'No guilty pleasures here..none..*no* guilt. Keep saying it til it's true.'
It dawned on him as he divested clothing that they'd never made love in this much darkness. Those rich deep eyes and sensuous lips parting in pleasure were lost to him. He needed them, used them to guide him. Then his lower body half rested on his naked lovers, humming beneath him and the thought drifted away. A warm firm hand guided his lips to that heavenly mouth then mapped a slow path of wayward trails over his back before it's final, possessive grip, landed on it's intended destination. Squeezing the fleshy muscle started the gentle rocking of hips, rubbing his aching rod to the hip it pressed against it.

He growled against those lips, his own hand slipping beneath Orli to pull them tighter as his hips mimicked the motion. "Feel..so good baby."
Lips smiled against lips and the hand lost it's grip, "You feel better luv."
He heard rummaging to his side then a slick hand slid between them, greasing his steel rod for entry.
"Soon to feel much better." He smiled again when Viggo shuddered above him.

Long even strokes working his eager column, he could imagine the heavy lidded gaze he was receiving. Dark eyes fogged with desire. Soft little breaths of anticipation seeming far below him. He shifted out of instinct when legs spread wider to guide him next the puckered portal.
Still braced up on his hands, a wicked smile curved his lips. ressressed forward, nudging the head in just enough to feel the ripple effect of fluttering hearts and clenching guts claim them both.
"Maybe we should skip this night, I'm pretty beat."

"Fucking hell."Orli growled, gripping hips, and Viggo met his upward thrust with a powerful piercing push. Fingers dug hard enough to bruise with muscles clenching so tight he couldn't move. He read his lover well enough to know what he wanted, but he stayed still, too long. Just as his mouth opened to see if his young lover was all right, fingers flexed, changing their grip so Orli's hips could rock up and down in tiny movements on the shaft impaling him.
"Like that..yes Vig..give it to me."

'Fuck!'
'I slipped an arm beneath him, resting on my forearm...and moved..and damn, but he felt so good, tasted divine beneath my tongue lapping anywhere it would reach. His straining cock trapped between our bellies, slickened enough it was gliding against me with every thrust. Leaning my weight more forward I was able to feel it jerk from the contractions when I'd drag
the head of my cock over his prostate.
His moaning was almost incoherent from the slow tempo I'd set, pushing and pulling, in and out of his beautiful willing body. I had to pause for a few moments a couple of times to prevent myself from giving in to instinct and ramming myself into him for all I was worth.
Every moan, every whimper, every shiver from the rush of sensations spiraling us toward the point of no return were all more explicit in this darkness. Emphasizing every point of contact more clearly and I didn't want it to end. I pushed into the hilt, pausing, then rocked against him, trying to bury myself further. His one leg was already thrown up over the sofa's back, then his hand released my ass to hook his other leg with an arm, drawing it forward. Our gasp for air matched as I sank deeper...fuck!
Whether it was his intention or not, to provoke my pace, I couldn't stop. With nearly every quickened thrust or withdrawal he was groaning his praises of encouragement. Head thrashing from side to side on the pillow. He was close, so close, and so was I.
The sudden inferno I was now sliding in and out of amplified his increasing contractions around my cock, drawing me in, and I fell for. My. My hips bucking like an erratic mechanical bull gone mad, grunting my own words of praise to his ear. His shaft went rigid between us and I plunged deeper, more forcefully. So good, so very good.'
"Oh, God, Vig!"
'I gripped him tighter, jabbing harder, deeper, pistoning my hips until I felt his orgasm beginning. Muscles went into paroxysms of ecstasy around my cock while his hot seed pooled between us. His lips urgently sought mine out and when they mated, he sucked my tongue inside that sweet mouth with a fierceness that made me exploded inside him with a groan so feral I almost didn't recognize it came from me. I collapsed on him, shuddering and spent and still unable to keep my lips from caressing his neck.'
"God, what'd you do to me baby... you drive me so mad with desire." It wasn't a question. He wasn't sure he meant to say it aloud, but Orli heaved a sigh trying to cover a satisfied snort.

"Me? I was just laying here and *you* went all... animalistic on me."
Bracing a little up on his forearms, he pushed his still hard rod deeper again.

"Uhh..Viiig...See!"

"The words..'like that', he thrust his hips, or 'I'm on fire' he thrust again, Mean nothing then?"

"Don't know what your on about luv. But if you don't stop *that*, he arched against Viggo next thrust; You better be ready to follow through."

~~*~*~*~*~

"You goin to the party tonight?"
"Hmm, let's see, he held out both hands as if weighing his options; miss a party PJ's throwin, stay home and be bored. Tuff choice."
"Smartass!"
"Thank you!"
"You do know it's at Vig's?"
"Yes Lij, Orlando rolled his eyes; I know Viggo offered his house, biggest back yard. See I even know the reason."
"Smartass."
"Exactly."
'You're okay with that?"
"With being a smartass?"
"Your doin it again, he shot a warning look; With it bein at Viggo's."
"I'm around Viggo everyday, why would it suddenly be a problem? Doin what?"
"Frustrating me on purpose. And because..you know. Why are you packin a bag?"
"I said we had an argument, nothin more and..I'm plannin on spendin the night."
"Mmm, you guys just..don't seem the same ya know. Thought there might still be problems." A look of alarm widened his eyes. "Spend the night..where Orli?"

He dumped his toothbrush in the small overnight bag and zipped it shut.
"Where do think? Viggo's of course."

"I..uh..why? Isn't that kinda a huge step from fightin to livin together? Have you really thought this through Orli? I mean, I don't know, but I got a feelin your jumpin the gun here."

"I liked you better stuttering. We're not *living* together, it's just a night. And we're not fighting. I've thought about little else since that night Lij, he sat on the bed's edge, eyes pleading at Lij for understanding and support; I think he may be just as confused as me..about us. But every time I try and say something I feel sick and clam up. He needs to know I'm serious about him. It's the only other way I can think of. If he accepts it..great. If he don't want me there, he shrugged, trying to dismiss that possibility from his mind; He'll let me know.. but at least I'll know. Right? PJ says there may be less than a week left of shooting, I've gotta do somethin."

He looked frightened, confused and like a lost little boy. He didn't think he'd ever seen his friend look so young and vulnerabBut But he couldn't argue that point. It was almost over and Orli was gonna make himself sick if he didn't settle this.
He dropped beside him on the bed and patted a leg for reassurance.
"I'm sure it'll work out fine."
Orlando nodded, not feeling at all the confidence he was portraying.

"I'ma go get showered then pick up Bill and Dom so there aren't so many cars there.
Want us to swing by an grab you?"
"S'okay, I'll walk."
"Kay, see ya in few hours."

~~*~*~*~*~

His steps slowed as he neared the now 'in full swing' party. He knew he'd procrastinated, but not this long. Or, everyone arrived early. There seemed to be a small party going on every night over the last week here or there. The cast wanting, needing to spend as much time together as possible. It was already dark. Laughter and music and charcoaled meat filled the air. Cars lined the drive and up both sides of the road. Well, he thought, PJ *was* throwing it, but damn there were a lot of people here.

~~*~*~*~*~

He gave Karl another sinister look as he approached Viggo. He saw the leering possessive way he watched Vig. That innocent act might fool others, but he wasn't impressed. "You seen Orli yet?" His eyes rested on Viggo, but he could see Karl scowl nonetheless.
"Maybe he fell asleep, or decided not to come."
Viggo rolled one shoulder in a gesture that Lij thought looked as if the man couldn't care less. He lifted the bottle of beer to his lips and Lij's head shook in disgust.
"Well, I'm gonna go find him." He turned from the edge of the deck where Vig was manning the pit and headed back towards the door. "At least some of his friends *really* care about him." He wasn't sure, but he hoped Viggo heard him.

Viggo sighed and leaned back against the wood railing surrounding the deck. The bottle ended up next to him, suddenly loosing it's taste. He knew the hobbit was right and he did want to know what was keeping his lover. At the same time this speckle of doubt created by that evil inner voice, hoped he wouldn't show at all. Shame and uncertainty with a small dose of self loathing had colored the way he interacted with the young man of late. And he wasn't alone in the holding back area. He sensed it in his partner every time they were together. Sean's words haunted him daily. Something always on the tip of their tongues and neither was willing to speak.

"You don't need this you know." Karl leaned in close enough for Viggo to hear and not be overheard by the other guest.
"Need what?"
"This, his hand indicated Viggo as a whole; what the brats doing to you."
Viggo smirked. "He's far from a brat Karl."

"Your probably right, but I don't think he's enough to keep you happy. He's still impossibly immature. I see how he acts when your not around."

He smirked again. "And who would be more my type? You?"

Karl barely contained the smile. "Not me per-say. I've never hidden my attraction to you. If it's not returned; he shrugged; then so be it. But I'd rather see you happy than like this. It's pretty damn obvious he's not right for you."
"Do we ever really know what's right for us?"
"I don't know about one hundred percent positive, we get an inkling of insight maybe. But if you settle for the first pretty face the comes along..." He trailed off and leaned a bit closer.

Viggo realized he was deciding whether to kiss him or not. 'What would it feel like to have lips other than Orli's pressed to his'?
If he enjoyed it, at least his question would be answered. 'Sexual obsession-verses love.' But did he even want to allow it? Was he that unsure that he would chance hurting Orli, even if the young man never found out, *he* would know. It would be a constant on his mind, a spike wedging them further apart everyday.
"You know Viggo, there was one birthday present I wanted to.. but never gave to you."

He'd been here fifteen minutes at least and barely made it to the front door. Every ten seconds someone was pulling him in for a hug or congrats, beautiful coronation scenes today. He stood looking through the screen door at the throng of wall to wall people inside. "No bloody way I'm goin through that again."
He hopped the rail and headed round the side, 'Besides, Vig was probably manning the grill anyway, quicker access.' His heart skipped a beat then sped up thinking about what was going to happen tonight. He quickened his pace, suddenly eager to see his lover.


TBC