A Thorny Black Rose

With a strong feeling of relief Viggo kicked the door to his house open, went into the living room and slumped down on the sofa. Alone at last. He sat down and massaged his temples.
He felt a headache coming on and was by now really happy to have turned down Sean’s invitation. //Sean…//
Slowly he got up and went into the kitchen to hunt for some food but then decided against it. Pouring himself a glass of water he swallowed some aspirin. He looked around the cluttered kitchen. There were mounts of dirty dishes in the sink, a half-eaten pizza lay on thble ble and all walls and the fridge were plastered with photos. He smiled as his gaze fell on a particularly beautiful picture of Orlando. //Bed// he decided //no, shower first, then bed//
He stripped on the way to the bathroom, not caring where his discarded clothes landed.
He would have to clean soon anyway. No use in trying to keep up an tidy appearance.
He stepped under the hot, stea wat water and felt himself relax immediately.
As he sensuously massaged the shower-gel into his skin he imagining that his hands were Orlando’s. Slowly he let his hands travel over his body, stroking his chest and teasing his hardened nipples. He imagined the scent of juniper mingled with leather enveloping him.
Moaning he began to caress his thighs and the finally took his throbbing member into his hand stroking, teasing and imagining what Orlando would look like if he buried himself deep within the younger man. eaneeaned heavily against the cold tiles as he finally came.
“Sean!” he cried out.


Confused he let his hands fall to his side. //Sean?// Where had that name come from? He was in love with Orlando, wasn’t he? //Sean has a rush on you// he thought //but why for fuck’s sake did you cry out his na/ He/ He shook his head, decided to let the matter rest till his headache was gone and left the shower. Still exhausted and confused but at least relaxed and clean he went straight to bed. Just like the night before sleep didn’t come easily to him but finally he drifted off into a light slumber.

“Rrrrrrrrrrrrring!” //What the?// “Ugh!” Viggo groaned and shoved his alarm clock of the bedside table. However the blasted thing happily continued ringing on the floor.
//Why for fuck’s sake has that bloody thing to ring every damned morning?// Still cursing he got up, switched the alarm clock off and started towards thechenchen.
“Umph!” He groaned as he accidentally bumped against the doorframe with his little toe.
“Fuck!” he hoppled to the kitchen table and looked down sleepily. At least he wasn’t bleeding. This wast det definitely not the right way to start the day. //What now? Cornflakes! Yes, that’s it!// he finally decided //I need some cornflakes now!// Still half asleep he opened the cupboard. “Fuck! Bloody, fucking hell!” he shouted as the cornflake-box fell towards him and emptied itself on the kitchen tiles. He glared at the empty cupboard, then at the mess on the flond bnd back at the cupboard. Eventually he closed his eyes. //Ten.// he reminded himself.
//Just stay calm, count to ten and everything will be alright. Just close you eyes and count to ten. One … inhale… two… exhale… three… four… five… six… seven… eight… nine… ten!// Again Viggo inhaled deeply and opened his eyes. Somehow he didn’t feel much calmer.
He closed his eyes againun… un… deux… trois…quatre… cinque… six… sept… huit… neuf… dix…// Again he dared to look at the mess on the floor. “Shit!” //unos... dos... tres... quatre... cinquo... seis... siete.. ocho.. nueve... diez...// “Rrrrrrring!” “Argh!” Angrily Viggo ran into the living room, searching for the source of the offending noise. //The telephone// he snatched it up and growled “Yes?” “Viggo?” an almost frightened voice at the other end asked. “Who else did you expect when dialing this number? Of course it’s me dammit!” “Um..okay.. it’s me, Orli. My car broke down on the way home yesterday and I wanted to ask if you could pick me up on your way to the set?” Viggo managed to calm himself before answering.
“Sure, Orli. See you at six then.” “Thanks, mate. I love you!” Orlando said and hung up.
//I love you// Viggo felt a lump in his throat as a well-known warmth settled deep within his stomach. //Fool!// he scolded himself //You know damn well that Orlando’s favourite way of thanking is to say `I love you`! You’re too old for him, anyway!// But still the warm feeling inside of him would not leave.

Tbc...