Paris Bound *COMPLETE*

Part 2

When they recovered, Viggo reached up and removed Orlando’s blindfold before helping his lover to sit up. Their eyes met for the first time in over a month. The white-hot passion that burned there despite their recent climaxes almost shocked Viggo. He’d known the spanking had aroused Orlando, but he hadn’t quite realized to what extent. He captured the younger man’s mouth with his own, a passionate kiss that stirred the embers of their desire.

He had been a fool to let Orlando go without a fight, Viggo realized. The spanking and the sex had taken the edge off his anger, as had Orlando’s words. Suddenly, Viggo wanted Orlando’s hands on him. The s has had to go. He reached down and untied the ropes.

Still in submissive mode, Orlando moved onto the bed face down. Viggo ran a tender hand over Orlando’s ass. “Will it hurt to turn over?”

Orlando didn’t answer, simply rolling onto his back and opening his arms as he reached for his lover. Viggo went willingly into his arms, settling fully against Orlando on the bed.

“I love you,” Orlando whispered against Viggo’s skin. “I never stopped, and I never will.”

“I love you, too,” Viggo replied. “Let’s go home.”

“Home?” Orlando asked. “To L.A.?”

“I wish,” Viggo sighed, “but tonight we’ll have to make do with wherever you’re staying here in Malta.”

“Okay, let’s go,” Orlando agreed, using his boxers to clean up the mess he and Viggo had made and offering them to Viggo when he was done. Then he put his costume back on and led Viggo to his trailer.

“I have to leave the costume here,” Orlando said a little redundantly. Viggo was an actor. He understood the vagaries of filmmaking. Viggo nodded agreeably and watched with a leer as Orlandongednged back into street clothes.

“What did you mean to say when you told me things weren’t working before you left L.A.?” Viggo asked when Orlando was dressed and they were leaving the trailer.

Orlando led Viggo to his car and they got in before he finally answered. “Being separated all the time, only being able to talk about you to a few people, having to hide who we are. It was really getting to me. I know we agreed not to tell many people, and I know that it was mostly for me, but I felt like I was living a lie.”

He started the car as he spoke, driving toward his apartment. “You agreed with me when I said it. What was on your mind?”

“Some of the same things, plus the old insecurities that never seem to go away. That I’m too old for you, that you’ll wake up one day and ask yourself what you’re doing with an eccentric like me. I know you say it will never happen, but your words in L.A. just served to make all my nightmares real.”

“I’m sorry, Vig. I thought you were over all that, that you’d left those fears in New Zealand. If I’d known, I would have started the conversation differently. I never meant for us to break up.”

They reached Orlando’s place. Viggo followed Orlando inside. “So what do we do now?” Orlando asked.

“First, I’m going to make love to you the way you deserve. Then, we’re going to deal with the shit that’s keeping us apart. How does that sound, angel?”

“Like heaven,” Orlando replied, leading Viggo to the bedroom. They undressed slowly, a careful choreography of tender caresses and gentle kisses, as if the near-violence of the past hours had never existed. There was no rush in their movements, as if they had all the time in the world. Their hands sought and found sensitive spots, relearning each other’s bodies.

Viggo shivered under Orlando’s tempting touch, skin reawakening at the contact. Helinelined on the bed, offering control to his lover in reparation for his earlier roughness. Whatever Orlando wanted, Viggo would give it to him.

Orlando took one long look at the picture Viggo made lying there in decadent repose and dove into his arms. He pressed his lips to Viggo’s neck as he snuggled against his lover. “I love you,” he whispered again. “I’m sorry I ever made you doubt it.”

Viggo bent his head and captured Orlando’s mouth. “It’s already forgotten.”

When they broke the kiss, Orlando trailed his lips down Viggo’s neck again, to his chest, teasing around his nipples before pausing to nibble lightly on one, then the other, a sensual torment he knew would drive Viggo wild.

As expected, Viggo moaned at the first touch of lips on puckered skin, shifting needily under Orlando’s mouth. Endearments and encouragements poured from Viggo’s mouth as Orlando drew out the caresses unpredictably, varying speed and pressure. Every needy movement, every breathy sound added to his arousal as every touch, every kiss added to Viggo’s.

Finally, Viggo had enough. He needed more contact, a different kind of contact. He pulled Orlando’s mouth back to his and Orlando’s body on top of his so their cocks aligned, the weight of Orlando’s body providing delicious friction. Orlando shifted enough to reach between them, enfolding their cocks in his fist. Leisurely, he pumped their erections, rubbing them together as his hand slid up and down.

Viggo groaned, bucking his hips into Orlando’s grip. Orlando tightened his hold slightly, increasing the erotic pressure on their cocks. When Viggo began to thrust in earnest, Orlando let go and moved down to lick and nibble at Viggo’s erection. He relished the musky smell from their previous bout of sex and was determined to add to it. Quickly.

“Don’t tease,” Viggo begged when Orlando didn’t immediately take him in his mouth. Orlando took pity on him and enveloped the head of the other man’s arousal in his mouth, his tongue sliding eagerly over the slit, drinking up the fluid that had begun to leak out. Viggo couldn’t help himself; he thrust into Orlando’s mouth.

Orlando had been expecting that reaction. He took a little more in before controlling the thrust. He wanted nothing more than to deep-throat his lover, but he wanted to do it at his own pace. He had given up control to Viggo on the set, but now he was taking it back.

“Turn around,” Viggo requested. “I want my mouth on you as well.”

Orlando shifted so that he was on his knees, his ass in Viggo’s face. Viggo nuzzled his still-red cheeks softly. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked. Orlando released coc cock long enough to reply, “Not more than I could bear.” Then, impatient with talking, he drew Viggo all the way into his mouth, swallowing around the cock head at the back of his throat.

Viggo arched off the bed, making Orlando chuckle. The vibrations sent more sensations through Viggo’s groin. He could feel his release approaching and he’d barely gotten started on Orlando. His tongue flicked out to caress Orlando’s balls, drawing them into his mouth one at a time, eliciting a heartfelt moan from the other man. The reaction spurred Viggo on. He had taken his pleasure selfishly on the set, caring only about his own feelings. That Orlando had found release as well did not in any way change the greediness of his actions. He had promised to make love to Orlando this the the way he deserved, and he had every intention of doing so. Orlando, however, seemed to have other plans, the suction of his mouth and throat pushing Viggo ever closer to release. Giving up on that fight, Viggo let his orgasm come, flooding Orlando’s mouth, but when the younger man started to move, Viggo held him in place, his hands clenching convulsively at Orlando’s hips.

“Let me love you,” he asked when he could speak again.

Orlando did as he asked, resting his head against Viggo’s thighs while Viggo tantalized him with his tongue, licking Orlando’s cock and balls thoroughly, then drawing him deep and sucking hard before releasing him and turning his attention to the little rosette still so temptingly open from their earlier loving.

Orlando shivered when Viggo’s tongue circled his entrance, but when it pushed inside, he flinched. Viggo had kept his promise to fuck him so hard he’d feel it for weeks.

“I can’t, love,” Orlando said apologetically, pulling away. “I’m too tender from earlier.”

Viggo opened his mouth to apologize, but Orlando silenced him with a kiss before he could speak. “I wanted it exactly the way you gave it to me,” he assured his lover, “but it’s your turn now.”

Viggo trembled in anticipation. He’d bottomed for Orlando before, but not often. Orlando was almost always in the mood to be taken rather than to do the taking. On the rare occasions when they reversed roles, Viggo’s release was always extraordinary. He kissed Orlando hungrily, then broke away to say, “Only if you want to.”

“I want to,” Orlando replied with a smile. He rummaged in the bedside table for the lube he knew was there, popping the cap and spreading some on his fingers. Sitting back on his heels between his lover’s spread legs, he reached for Viggo’s reawakening erection with one hand while he gently fingered Viggo’s tight entrance with the other. Viggo forced himself to relax under the sensual assault, not wanting to be any more tense than he was naturally. Orlando was patient with him, stroking his perineum, tempting the guardian muscle to relax. When it finally did, he slipped a finger inside, just to the first knuckle, holding it unmoving and caressing Viggo’s cock until the involuntary spasms ceased and Viggo relaxed more fully. Then, and only then, did he slide further into the incredibly snug passage. He would have to loosen Viggo up quite a bit or he risked hurting him, Orlando realized. He didn’t mind. This was anniversary sex, make-up sex, and reunion sex in one. As well as Viggo had ravished him earlier, the least he could do was return the favor. Especially since he knew how much Viggo enjoyed it when he turned the tables like this. “So hot,” he whispered. “So tight. I can’t wait to get inside you.” Viggo’s muscles contracted at his words. Orlando smiled and crooked his finger, searching for and quickly finding Viggo’s prostate. A tremor wracked his body. Orlando stroked again. “Do you like that?” he asked redundantly. Viggo just moaned in response. “Just think how much better it will be when it’s two fingers inside you. Or maybe you want three? Of four? What do you want, Viggo?”

“More,” was all Viggo could say, the erotic images Orlando’s words conjured stealing his breath.

There was plenty of time to ring specifics out of him. For the moment, Orlando gave him what he wanted and inserted a second finger beside the first, brushing Viggo’s prostate and stroking his cock to offset any burn. Viggo cried out with the intense pleasure, his hips lifting to meet Orlando’s hand. Orlando didn’t move, letting Viggo fuck himself on his fingers and into his fist, until he felt the muscles loosening. “Look how needy you are,” he murmured encouragingly “You can’t get enough of my fingers. Can you take another one?”

“Please,” Viggo begged.

“Please what?” Orlando asked, thrusting hard and stealing Viggo’s breath, wanting to draw this out.

“Give me another one,” Viggo answered when he could speak again.

Orlando obliged, scissoring his fingers in Viggo’s sheath to stretch him for a third finger. Viggo thrashed wildly beneath him at the intense, unaccustomed sensations. He gave in to them with abandon, relishing the freedom of giving up control. Orlando released Viggo’s erection so he could support his weight as he leaned forward to kiss his lover. As he did, he continued to drive his fingers relentlessly into Viggo’s eager passage. Viggo threaded his fingers into Orlando’s chocolaty curls, pulling his head down so that their lips met, his kiss voracious. After a moment, one hand left Orlando’s hair to scrabble blindly in the sheets until he found the lube, which he quickly applied to Orlando’s straining erection.

“Eager, are you, love?” Orlando asked, breaking the kiss.

“I want you inside me,” Viggo answered. “Now.”

The words sent a fresh shot of lust surging through Orlando. He lifted Viggo’s legs to his shoulders, leaving the older man completely at his mercy. Then, he slid his fingers out and set his cock to Viggo’s entrance.

“Relax,” he murmured in Viggo’s ear.

“Just do it,” Viggo hissed in response. So Orlando did, sliding slowly but inexorably into his lover’s tight body.

Viggo held his breath as Orlando penetrated him, letting it out only when he felt Orlando’s groin brush against his balls. The erotic tremors that had run through him at each new stage settled in to stay as Orlando began a drawn-out rhythm of thrust and retreat, angling his entry to brush Viggo’s prostate with every pass.

Orlando had to work hard at maintaining the slow pace. The sensation of being inside Viggo was rare enough in itself. To be there when he had feared never again making love wiiggoiggo in any fashion was all but overwhelming. He didn’t want to rush, though, and ruin the experience for Viggo.

When Viggo reached down to stroke his oock,ock, Orlando knew it was time. He pushed Viggo’s hand away, replacing it with his won. Then,spedsped up his thrusts, fisting Viggo with the same, intense rhythm. He could feel his climax approaching. “Come with me, love,” he said, increasing the pressure on Viggo’s cock.

With a shout, Viggo climaxed, his contraction triggering Orlando’s release.

When his trembling stopped, Orlando raised his sticky fingers to his lips. “Delicious,” he purred, cleaning his fingers carefully. “Twice in one night. What did I do to get so lucky?”

He had intended his words as a joke, but Viggo took the question to heart. “You loved me,” he replied, “with all your generous heart and beautiful body. You let me back in your life after I misunderstood you and sent you away. You accepted hiding part of who you are out of consideration for what we are. You never asked for promises that I wasn’t ready to give. I learned something this month without you, angel. I don’t care if our careers take us apart, but I don’t ever want to be without you again. I missed you. Missed talking to you on the phone. Missed hearing about your film and your friends. I missed sending you packages and poetry. I couldn’t write. I couldn’t paint. I was miserable, thinking I’d let you go without a fight. Let me up for a minute. I have something for you.”

Orlando let him rise. Viggo dug in the pocket of his jeans and withdrew a small velvet pouch. He sat down on the bed next to Orlando, the pouch still in one hand, Orlando’s hand clasped tightly in the other. He ran his finger around the ring he had given Orlando in New Zealand.

“When we left New Zealand, “To wherever it may lead,” was the most I could promise,” he continued. “I didn’t know how we would cope with life in Hollywood. I didn’t know what impact the films would have on our careers. I didn’t know what impact our careers would have on our relationship. I know all of those things now, and I know something else, something this month apart has taught me. I don’t just want to go wherever this may lead us. I want to decide where we’re going and then make it happen. I love you, Orlando Bloom, and I want this to lead to forever.” Viggo withdrew a ring from the pouch. “When you get a break from filming, will you go with me to Amsterdam and marry me? I know it won’t be legal at home, but I want to promise you forever.”

Orlando didn’t reply at first, so overwhelmed by emotion that he didn’t trust himself to speak. He took the ring from Viggo’s hand and examined it carefully. Engraved around the interior of the ring were a series of words, some of which he recognized, some of which he didn’t. Melin chen. Te amo. Jeg elsker dig. I love you.

“It says ‘I love you’ in all the language I speak.”

Still not trusting his voice, Orlando gave the ring back to Viggo and held out his hand. Tenderly, almost hesitantly, as if he couldn’t quite believe his good fortune, Viggo slid the ring onto Orlando’s finger. Then he leaned over and captured his lover’s mouth in a kiss. When they broke apart to breathe, Orlando smiled. “Yes.”

“Happy anniversary, angel.”