You Are Amazing

Pairing: Orlando/Viggo, Sean B./Elijah
Disclaimer: Orlando Bloom and Viggo Mortensen belong to themselves, and the same goes for Sean Bean and Elijah Wood. I know nothing about their personal lives and/or sexual preferences. This never happened. I am making this all up


Please note: In reality same-sex marriages aren’t legal in California (stupid really). Also, IRL a person can get a fiancé visa only if the couple is to be wed within 90 days of the fiancé entering the United States (there are other conditions, too, but those are generally ignored here). Mostly it is not possible for a gay couple to get a fiancé visa for the person who is not a citizen of the USA.
However, this is an AU fic and in the AU California gay marriages are as legal as straight marriages. Also, the fiancé visa can be granted if the wedding takes place within two years of the fiancé’s arrival (instead of the 90 days mentioned before). I am not American myself and know very little of these things, but since these little facts are not discussed in this fic (they’re just in the background) I hope it doesn’t show overly much.

Also, it is very important to practice safe sex; please use condoms when you’re in bed with someone. Fucking without condoms is plain stupid; don’t push your luck. The characters of this story are fictional and can get away with it.


flashback


Part Two

Orlando’s POV


Finally we were in the airplane. Who would have thought that you’d have to go through all this bureaucratic shit to get a fucking fiancé’s visa? First I had had to fill all those millions of forms and applications and then we had had to wait for three days to get the visa. The first thing on the to-do list, however, had been going back to Mark’s apartment and getting my passport and ID.

He wasn’t home, luckily, so I wrote him a brief note that said I’ve left with Viggo. Thanks for taking care of me, hope you have a happy life. Orli and left it on the kitchen table. I couldn’t just leave without saying anything; I knew that in some twisted way Mark had cared for me, and besides, he had let me live with him for almost three years. I couldn’t leave without thanking him for that.

”You gonna take your clothes?” Viggo asked, leaning on the doorframe and watching as I went through my drawers, trying to find my passport. “You don’t have to, I can buy you new clothes once we get to the States. And other stuff, too.”

“Thanks, but no thanks. I don’t want a new sugar daddy now that I have just gotten rid of my old one”, I quipped, glancing at my lover briefly and flashing him a smile to let him know that I was kidding. What I had with Viggo couldn’t have been different from what was between me and Mark; I was in love with the American, whereas Mark had just used me for his own pleasure.

But where the fuck was my passport? I got a bad feeling that it wasn’t simply lost. What if Mark had taken it, to ensure that I didn’t try and leave? ‘Well now you’re just being paranoid. You just have put it somewhere safe and cannot now remember where it is. Mark has nothing to do with it’, I told myself sternly. “Aha, there it is!” I exclaimed triumphantly, seeing the passport under my socks and feeling very relieved. I took it and shoved it into my pocket. “I knew it had to be here somewhere.”

“Okay, do you need anything else or can we go now?” Viggo asked and I nodded. “We should go and check if the consulate is still open. If not, we can go to my hotel and go back first thing in the morning.”

I placed my keys on a small table in the hallway. Then I grabbed my backpack and with a final look left the apartment I had lived in for almost three years. I knew I wasn’t going to miss the place.

The consulate hadn’t been open – no small wonder, it had been almost six pm already – so we had headed to Viggo’s hotel room and spent the night there.

I cannot believe that I’m really coming home with you”, I whispered when we were lying on his bed, my head resting on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat beneath my ear. His fingers were playing with my hair and I could hear the smile in his voice when he answered me.

“Me neither… God Orli, it’s almost scary how much you’ve come to mean to me in a few short hours. It feels like I’ve known you forever”, he said and his fingers moved on my forehead, drawing lazy circles on my skin. “I just can’t help thinking that this is just a dream and I’ll wake up any moment now. This feels too good to be true.”

I raised my head from his chest and met his eyes. “But it’s true. I’m really coming with you”, I murmured and kissed his lips. “And I love you.”

Now, we were sitting in the airplane and I was nervous as all hell. What would Viggo’s son think of me? What would it be like, starting a new life in another country? Suddenly I didn’t feel confident at all. Hell, I was leaving England behind for a man I hardly knew. The visa thing had taken three days, and Viggo had had to postpone his departure because of that. Of course, he had called to his son and ex-wife, telling that he would come home later than expected. He had also told them that he was bringing someone with him, someone who was dear to him, someone who was a man. I turned to look at Viggo, who was reading a newspaper next to me.

I took some time to just look at him, the man who had claimed my heart so hard and so fast. His brow was furrowed as he concentrated on the article he was reading and I had to suppress the urge to smooth the creases on his forehead with my fingertips. Lord but he was handsome. I had always had a thing for older men and for me Vig was a dream come true; he was intelligent, gorgeous and had an amazing body. Plus his was the kindest and most generous heart; and on top of that, his art was simply breathtaking. Not to mention his huge cock… I blushed. The rugged handsomeness of his face and his Nordic colouring – blonde hair, blue eyes - complimented my darker looks. My totally and completely unbiased opinion was that we made a dashing pair.

“Are you sure Henry is OK with you being gay?” I asked when I finally remembered that I had been about to ask him something before I lost myself in admiring him. I just couldn’t help thinking that the poor kid was probably traumatized, having heard that his dad had fallen in love with a guy and was bringing him home with him. Viggo folded the newspaper and took my hand in his. His calm blue eyes met my nervous brown ones.

“Henry has known since he was nine and he’s fine with that. I think that living with Exene has taught him something about life”, he said and squeezed my hand. “Don’t worry, Orli. Henry will love you as much as I do once he gets to know you. He’s a good kid. I’m sure you will get along just fine.”

“Hope so”, I murmured but was far from convinced. Hell, I was only four years older than my lover’s son! I knew that I could never be like another dad for him, but perhaps, given time, we could be friends. I didn’t have any high hopes for that, though. I gave Viggo a small smile, showing confidence I didn’t feel.

“Excuse me, would you and your father like to have coffee or tea?” A blonde stewardess asked, looking first at me and then at Viggo, smiling sweetly at my man. “We also have fruit juices, soft drinks and wines, if you’d rather drink something cold.”

Blood rushed into my cheeks and I turned my gaze into Viggo. This was so fucking embarrassing! First the looks we got at the consulate and now this. I saw my lover’s jaw twitch and eyes harden and I know that he was furious. “Yes, my lover and I would love to have some coffee. Wouldn’t we, luv?” I said sweetly, turning back to the stewardess. It wasn’t her fault but I couldn’t help feeling angry. Who the fuck did she think she was, making rude assumptions like that?

The woman looked at me, then at Viggo, and then at our joined hands and blushed furiously. “Oh, right. Yes, coffee, okay”, she stammered and quickly looked away. She gave us two cups of the steaming liquid and gave a false smile before moving forward.

I risked another glance at Vig and saw that the corners of his mouth twitched amusedly. I was relieved that he wasn’t angry with me for outing us like that and smiled back at him. “You’re evil, Orli, you know that? Even though she did deserve that”, my lover chuckled and brought my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles.

“She had no right to assume that we’re father and son”, I said, still a bit mad at her. “Fuck, we don’t even look alike. And don’t say anything about our ages. I don’t care. You’re my man and I love you and it doesn’t matter how old you are or how old I am. Fuck everyone who says otherwise.”

“I know”, Viggo answered and sighed then. “It would be nice if we weren’t reminded of our age difference all the time, though. But I guess we’ll get used to it.”

“Yeah. And soon enough I’ll be twenty-five and no-one will care anymore”, I answered and took my lover’s lips on a kiss. “Love you.”

“You too.”


~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*


I woke up when Viggo lightly shook my arm. “Wake up, angel; the plane will land soon.”

I yawned widely and stretched. “How long did I sleep?” I asked, trying to judge the time of the day by looking out of the window.

“No more than two hours”, Vig said and looked at me tenderly. For some reason that made me blush. “God you’re gorgeous, Orli. Makes me wanna ravish you right here right now.”

“Stop it Vig, we’re just about to meet your family”, I answered, blushing slightly. I couldn’t help myself; I had to get a taste of my man. Viggo was momentarily surprised when I latched my lips on his, but he quickly recovered and kissed me in a way that made my head spin. “Whoa, old man”, I breathed when we finally parted. “You sure know how to take my breath away.”

Viggo chuckled. “You too, angel. By the way, my friend Sean’s going to take us home from the airport. They have some welcome party for us at my place, so you’ll meet Henry and Exene there. Sound good to you?”

“Sure”, I answered, feeling very relieved that I wouldn’t have to meet Henry at the airport. I knew how much Vig loved his son, and I also knew that it would mean trouble for our relationship in the future if I didn’t get along with Henry. I just wanted the kid to like me, to accept me as a part of Viggo’s life. The problem was that I was almost the same age that Henry was. I didn’t have any problems with Vig being 23 years older than me, but it was plain scary to face my lover’s son.

“Sean’s also a Brit, he moved here about ten years ago and we’ve been friends ever since. He’s dating a boy about your age; I think Elijah is 21 or something. He’s a nice boy, I’m sure you’ll befriend him in no time. Sean can seem a bit intimidating at first, but once you get past that he’s a really good guy, too”, Viggo explained.

I nodded. It would be really nice to make some friends here; I didn’t have many friends in London and had always been a bit lonely. Besides, Viggo wouldn’t be able to be with me all the time, so it would be good to have some people to hang out with.

We were asked to fasten our seatbelts and I knew we we’re about to land. I had never been in an airplane before, and I was kinda worried. I had read somewhere that the take-offs and landings are the most dangerous phases of the flight. I sought Viggo’s hand and squeezed it tightly. He seemed to understand what I was feeling and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, holding me until we were safely on the ground.

“You okay?” He asked and stroked my cheekbone with his thumb. I nodded and he smiled. “My brave angel.”

For some reason that annoyed me and I leaned away from his touch. “I’m not a child, Vig, or a girl. Could you please talk to me like an equal?”

Viggo’s blue eyes widened. “Sorry. Didn’t realise you’d take offence”, he said and lowered his hand to rest on his knee.

I felt shitty instantly. “No, I’m sorry. You were just concerned about me, I get it. I guess I’m just nervous about meeting your family and friends.”

“You shouldn’t be, they’re really not all that scary”, Viggo said and smiled reassuringly. “I’m sure they’re just as nervous about meeting you. I promise I won’t leave your side tonight, okay?”

“Okay.”

“And later, when everyone’s gone home, I’ll fuck you in our bed all night”, Vig murmured huskily and I got goosebumps all over. Hell, his voice was so sexy; it never failed to arouse me.

“All night… I like the sound of that”, I purred and licked my lips in anticipation. Sex with Vig was great, the best I’d ever had with anyone. It probably had at least something to do with the fact that I loved him… but remembering our first time and the chemistry that was between us from the very beginning I guessed that we were just made for each other.

Soon we could leave the plane. The airport was awfully crowded and we had to hold hands the whole time so that we wouldn’t get separated. Not that I minded; I loved holding hands with my handsome fiancé, and I wasn’t ashamed to let everyone know that he was my boyfriend. We had to wait for our luggage for quite some time, and when we finally got them I was ready to collapse from exhaustion.

“Vig!” Someone shouted and Viggo let go of my hand, hugging a blonde man of about thirty-five. “Good that I noticed you, awfully lot of people here today”, the man said as he released my lover. I knew that this had to be Sean, judging by his British accent that was so like mine. “And who’s this?” He asked, turning to look at me. He gave me the once-over and I immediately got the feeling that he wasn’t exactly impressed by what he saw.

“Hi, I’m Orlando, Orlando Bloom”, I said, extending my hand to my fellow Brit. He took my hand in his and shook it firmly before releasing it.

“I’m Sean, Viggo’s friend. Nice to meet you. I hope you don’t mind me saying but you look really young. Robbing the cradle nowadays, hmm Viggo?” Sean asked, giving him a teasing smile. I could see him tense and cursed in my mind. Bloody hell! Was everyone going to comment on our age difference? I might just as well print a t-shirt that said ‘my lover is old enough to be my father’. At least that would save everyone the trouble of telling us that.

“I turn eighteen in three months”, I replied a bit tensely, taking Viggo’s hand back in mine. “So there’s no need to talk about cradle robbing.”

Sean held his hands up. “Hey, mate, that was just a joke. Don’t bite my head off”, he said defensively. “We should get going, ‘Lij’s waiting for us in the parking lot.”

It turned out that Elijah was a very kind young man and I liked him immediately. He had the widest set of blue eyes I’d ever seen on anyone. “Hi, you must be Viggo’s new boyfriend”, he said and hugged me tightly. I was kind of surprised but hugged him back nonetheless; it felt nice and it warmed my heart to get such a warm welcome from someone I didn’t even know. “I’m Elijah, but you can call me ‘Lij, everyone else does. I’m Sean’s partner.”

I introduced myself, too and helped the others put our luggage in the trunk of the car. Sean wanted to drive, telling Elijah that he didn’t trust his driving skills in the five pm traffic. ‘Lij didn’t seem to mind, and I figured that he’d probably gotten used to Sean and his crude way of putting things.

“I study at UCLA”, Elijah told me enthusiastically once we were packed in the car and leaving the parking lot. “Where did you study in London?”

“Orlando’s just seventeen, he probably hasn’t even applied to any university yet”, Sean replied from the driver’s seat before I could answer ‘Lij’s question. Viggo had taken the front seat and that left me and Elijah on the backseat. I didn’t mind, though – it was nice to talk to him and it also gave Viggo and Sean the opportunity to catch up. I could already see that the two of them were good friends.

“Oh”, Elijah said and looked at me apologetically. “Sorry, I didn’t know.” He then gestured at me to lean closer to him and I obeyed. “Sean’s in a bitchy mood today, don’t listen to him. If he’s trying to give you shit about your age, just come to me and I’ll set him straight”, he whispered conspirationally and I had to smile. I already liked Elijah very much, just like Viggo had predicted.

“Thanks, I’ll bear that in mind”, I replied laughingly. “So, have you been with Sean long?” I asked, not just to make conversation but to learn more about this guy I was rapidly becoming friends with.

“Two years”, Elijah answered proudly. “We just moved together last month. Sean’s a grumpy old bastard sometimes but he’s really an adorable teddy bear. He hates it when I call him old, though”, he giggled.

“Two years… That’s a pretty long time”, I said wistfully. It felt kind of silly that I had known Viggo for four days only. “Do you know Henry well?”

Elijah looked at me kindly. “Viggo’s son? Sure, we hang out sometimes. Mostly when the ancients go fishing or something. Henry’s cool, you’ll like him. He’s pretty mature for a guy his age. The four of us have gone on a vacation together a couple of times, and it’s been great.”

“Nice”, I mumbled, not sure how to feel about that. Sure, it was nice hearing that Henry didn’t have a problem with Sean and ‘Lij’s relationship, or Elijah’s age, but I couldn’t help feeling like an intruder.

The young American nudged me gently with his elbow. “Orli, cheer up. Henry’s not going to eat you alive. He’ll probably not even notice you, having his dad back and all.”

I tried to smile but failed miserably. I opted for looking out of the window the rest of the ride, listening to the pleasant buzz of Sean and Viggo’s conversation. Suddenly I felt very sleepy – fucking jet-lag – and was just about to fall asleep when Viggo spoke to me.

“Orli, we’re there.”

Oh fuck. The house was huge. It was humongous. And it was a fucking beach house. Christ on a bicycle. Somehow I hadn’t realised how rich Viggo actually was, even if we flew in the first class and he had stayed in a very fancy hotel back in London. But this house showed me once and for all that my husband-to-be was quite a wealthy man. This house must have cost a fortune. It had two floors, a huge garage and the location was simply lovely. I was speechless.

“This- this is your house?” I managed finally and shot him a glare. “You just talked about ‘your place’; you should’ve told me that you live in a fucking castle!”

Sean chuckled. “Aww, poor thing, you’re probably used to those tiny London apartments. But you’re in America now, and here everything is bigger, you’ll see.”

Suddenly a woman and a boy exited the house and started walking toward our car. Shit, I was sure they were Henry and Exene. I ran my fingers through my hair very self-consciously as we all got out of the car. “Dad”, the boy shouted and practically ran into Vig’s arms. Yup, definitely Viggo’s son, that boy.

“Good to see you, Henry”, Viggo said and wrapped his arms around his son. My heart contracted at the sight. When I was Henry’s age I still had a father, too, but he never hugged me that way. And a year later he was gone… I blinked rapidly and swallowed around the lump in my throat, determined not to cry. Shit. “I swear, you’ve grown while I was away, haven’t you?” Vig laughingly replied and released his son to get a proper look.

Henry just laughed. “Don’t be silly, you were gone like five weeks”, he said and wrinkled his nose. I noticed that there was much of Viggo in him; the same eyes and the same nose, but the rest came from Exene. I smiled nervously at the woman who seemed to study me with her eyes. She smiled back after a little while and spoke to Henry.

“Henry, aren’t you going to speak to your father’s guest?”

Ow fuck.

Viggo coughed nervously. “Henry, Exene, I’d like you to meet Orlando. He’s from England, we met in London. Orli, this is Henry, my son, and Exene, Henry’s mother.”

“Nice to meet you, Orlando”, Exene said warmly and shook my hand. “I hope you aren’t overwhelmed by all this. Viggo’s way of living is quite extravagant, I’m afraid.”

“Nice to meet you too”, I said politely, relieved to find out that Viggo’s ex didn’t hate me at first sight, and then turned to Henry. “Hi Henry, I’m glad to finally meet you in person. Your dad has told me so much about you.”

The boy’s eyes had turned cold. “You’re really young”, he observed. “You met dad in London, that was like, four days ago? Why are you here? I have never heard of you before.”

Fuck fuck fuck. My smile vanished from my face. “Uh, well…” I began, but Viggo beat me to it.

“Henry!” He said angrily. “I told you about Orlando when I called three days ago, remember? I told you I was bringing someone I cared very much about; and Orlando is that person. Could you at least try and be polite?”

Henry’s eyes were full of resentment when he finally looked at me again. “Fine. Welcome, Orlando. I guess you’ll be living with dad from now on.”

I nodded numbly. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Now, Viggo, many of your friends have come to welcome you back home. Let’s go inside so that you can introduce Orlando to them as well”, Exene said cheerfully and linked her arm with Viggo’s. “Leave the luggage, you can get it later.”

I walked behind them into the house and wasn’t oblivious to Henry and Elijah’s enthusiastic chatter which only made Henry’s rejection of me feel even worse. I already felt that I had made a terrible mistake coming here. I knew it was horrible of me but for a moment I really wished that Viggo didn’t have a son. Then I mentally kicked myself. How could I think that? Vig had told me that his son was the most important person in the world to him, and that being a dad was the best thing in his life. Did I really wish that my lover didn’t have all that, just because his son didn’t welcome me with open arms? No, I didn’t. I would just have to try and get along with Henry, for Viggo’s sake. I inhaled deeply and promised myself to put up with whatever Henry had in store for me.

Once we were inside the house I was indeed introduced to several people, and several people were introduced to me, but since I am terrible at remembering names it was quite useless. Luckily, no-one said anything about cradle robbing or anything like that, but I could see many of them looking at me curiously, obviously wondering what kind of relationship Vig and I had. Boldly I wrapped an arm around his waist and was rewarded with a sweet kiss from my beloved. That instantly made me feel a bit better, knowing that he still felt the same about me, even after witnessing the dreadful Henry-scene outside the house.


~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*


Hours later I wandered out of the house, listening to the comforting lull of the waves hitting the beach. It was getting dark. People were drinking quite heavily back there and I guessed that many of them would stay the night. I thought that it was a good thing that Vig’s house was so big; at least he had many guest rooms. I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose. What was I doing here? This morning I had woken up in London and now I was in Los Angeles… It was crazy. It was fucking insane and I didn’t know what to think about it.

I heard someone coming and I turned around to face whoever it was. I was pretty surprised to see it was Sean. I had almost expected Viggo, or Elijah, or maybe Exene, but not Sean. “It’s beautiful in here”, I said, just to say something. I wasn’t totally comfortable in Sean’s company, but I hoped that would change over time.

“Yeah, it’s pretty special”, Beanie – as I had heard Viggo calling him – admitted, taking a swig of his beer. “So what are you doing here alone on the beach? Shouldn’t you be entertaining the guests with your boyfriend?”

“I just needed some time alone to think”, I said and wrapped my arms around my body. It was getting chilly out here. “I was just thinking that this morning I was still in London, and now I’m on entirely different continent among people I don’t even know. It’s pretty scary. America is so different from England, yeah?”

We stood there in silence for a while, listening to the waves and the voices from inside the house. Sean walked to the water’s edge and kneeled on the sand, testing the temperature with his fingers. Suddenly he spoke again.

“Y’know, you’re awfully pretty, for a boy”, he said, his words slurring slightly. “I think that’s why Viggo dragged you here all the way from England. But don’t think that this thing will last. Vig doesn’t do long-term relationships; his divorce from his ex-wife taught him something. He must be getting some serious piece of ass from you, to bring you here into our lives.”

I swear that my jaw dropped. I honestly didn’t know why this man was so hostile toward me; earlier today he was pretty friendly, and now all of a sudden he started acting like a first class bastard. I shifted uncomfortably.

“Look mate, I know that you’ve been friends with Viggo forever, but this time you’re wrong. He’s not like that. He wouldn’t have asked me to come here, to move here with him if he wasn’t serious about us. Vig would never do that to Henry, turn his world upside down over someone who he didn’t care about”, I said defensively. I could see that Sean was not totally drunk yet, but he was getting there pretty quickly. Already he was in the state that he didn’t mind his words. Shit, this was not going to be pretty.

“Turning forty does wonders to a man”, the older Brit said a tad evilly and turned to look at me. “It reminds us that we’re not young anymore and are getting older by the day. That’s why middle-aged men date younger people; to feel young again, to forget about their own age. That’s what is happening here, mate. Has nothing to do with love.”

My blood boiled. “Is that how it is between you and Elijah, also?” I asked, more sharply than I had intended. I really didn’t want to fight with my lover’s best friend, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to listen to this man belittling my relationship with Viggo. “Isn’t he like seventeen years younger than you? That’s almost as big an age difference as mine and Viggo’s. So you should talk.”

Beanie took a threatening step toward me. “Shut up about ‘Lija and me, you don’t know shit”, he growled. “What makes you think that Viggo is interested in a real relationship with you, anyway? Sure you are pretty, I’ll give you that, and probably a great fuck, but that’s all there is in you. It takes much more than that to keep a man interested.”

I bit my lip, hard, to keep from shouting at Sean’s face about my and Viggo’s engagement. We have agreed that Henry should be the first one to know, and we would tell him only after he accepted me as a part of the family. Yeah, like that would ever happen. I swallowed my anger and tried to stay calm. For Viggo. “Look, Sean, I don’t want to fight, okay? I’m sorry about what I said about Elijah and you; you’re right, I know nothing about your relationship. All I’m asking is that you keep an open mind about me and Viggo. I don’t want you and me to be enemies. After all, we both love him and want what’s best for him, yeah?”

“Guess so”, Sean answered and eyed me sceptically. “I just don’t think that you’re what’s best for him. And what about Henry? The kid hates your guts, I can tell. It’s gonna take a lot to make him change his mind about you. And Exene will kill you if you hurt her son in any way. Y’know, if Viggo is forced to choose, he will choose his son over you any day. You’d just better hope that it never comes to that.”

This was something I and Viggo had discussed a lot, and the older man had assured me that Henry was a great kid with an open mind and that he would come around eventually, even if he was a bit shocked at first. I wasn’t so sure about that, considering the cold way my lover’s son had greeted me. But could I really blame the boy? How would I have reacted had my dad brought home a young guy, introducing him as his lover? Not very differently from Henry, I’d guess.

“You’re right, Henry always comes first, and that’s how it should be. Vig’s an amazing father, and that’s one of the reasons why I love him. But I’m also important to him now, and you’re dead wrong if you think that he’s just going to toss me aside because Henry disapproves of me”, I said firmly, not wanting to give in to Sean. “I will not make him choose, ever. Henry is Viggo’s son, for fucks sake. I respect that. I only wish the same respect for the relationship Vig and I have.”

“Relationship”, Beanie sneered contemptuously. “I wouldn’t call him fucking you six ways to Sunday a relationship. Why don’t you just admit it, you’re in love with his money and his fame. And I’ve heard that he has a fabulous cock.”

Before I could reply I felt a warm arm wrap around my shoulders. “Who has a fabulous cock?” Viggo inquired as he nuzzled my neck with his nose. His words were slightly slurred, too, and he smelled of cigarettes and whisky. The scent went straight to my cock. “Trying to hit on my lover, Bean?” Vig asked lightly, but there was a steely undercurrent in his voice. “In case you’ve forgotten your lovely blue-eyed boyfriend, he’s there inside the house and is actually looking for you.”

“Aw, thanks for the warning”, Sean grinned and downed his beer. “I think I should go and check on ‘Lij before he gets worried. Nice to have you home, Vig. You’re a bastard but we love you nonetheless. ‘Twas nice talking to you, Orli”, he added and his cold green eyes met my angry brown ones.

“He giving you a hard time?” Viggo softly asked as soon as Sean had gone inside the house. He smiled tightly at my expression. “I haven’t known him for ten years for nothing, angel; I know him pretty well by now. He’s a good friend, yeah, but he can also be quite a bastard when drunk. But you shouldn’t take shit from him or anyone else for that matter, including Henry. You have every right to be here with me; you are my darling and my fiancé.” With that, he kissed me deeply and made me forget all about my unpleasant encounter with Sean.

I really couldn’t help wondering, though, what my life here would be like; considering that both my lover’s son and his best friend seemed to hate me.


~ tbc ~

A/N: I would really love to know what you think. Cheers!