Love Lost and Found

Chapter 21/?

“Morning John.” Orlando greeted the bodyguard as he strolled into the kitchen. “Coffee?” The tall, broad-shouldered man looked up from his newspaper and acknowledged Orlando with a nod. Orlando grinned and decided to count that as a yes, just like he had the previous mornings. It had taken him some weeks to get used to the man’s quiet presence but now he could barely remember how it had been without the grumpy Kiwi, who was always reading the newspaper first thing in the morning and only looked up every once in a while to check on Orlando. Coffee-making and newspaper-reading had become some sort of morning ritual for them. Viggo was always the one to get up late and Torsten, their other bodyguard always spent the night at home with his wife and two children. He always came during the morning but John had been sort of living with them ever since they had hired him.
“Fuck!” Orlando cursed as he hit the flower pot on the kitchen counter with his elbow. He tried to catch it but he was too slow and so the pot rearranged its pieces on the floor. Still fuming he turned to John, his anger evaporating as he couldn’t help but laugh at the bodyguard who had jumped up and was pointing at the remnants of the pot with his Smith&Wesson. Sighing the bodyguard lowered his weapon and, shaking his head, returned to his newspaper while Orlando bent to pick up the pieces.
“Mornin’. What’s all this noise about?” Viggo asked, not even trying to stifle his yawn as he stumbled into the kitchen; obviously more asleep than awake.
“Morning zombie.” Orlando grinned, his greeting eliciting a snort of amusement from John.
Viggo rubbed his eyes sleepily and scratched his bare chest, yawning loudly again.
“Don’t call me zombie!” he said to Orlando, his sea-green eyes sparkling with mock indignation. “It’s your fault that I look this way!” “Oh really.” Orlando threw the last shards into the trash and turned to glare at Viggo, who was wearing nothing but his boxers. “And pray tell me then, who was the one who started to snore every time I was just starting to drift off into sleep?”
“Well, I didn’t force you into my bed. And I don’t snore!” Viggo retorted, enjoying their bantering.
“You snored so loud you could have woken the dead!” Orlando insisted. “No matter how loud I snore it can’t be worse than your talking!”
“I don’t talk in my sleep!” Orlando grated out, stepping menacingly towards Viggo.
“Yes you do!” Viggo insisted. “I don’t!” “You do!” “Not!”
“Do!” “Not!” “Do!” An amused snicker echoed through the kitchen once again, followed by a quiet chuckle.
“What?” Viggo and Orlando snapped in unison and glared at John, who was laughing silently into his coffee cup. Slowly the bulky bodyguard shook his head and then grinned at Orlando and Viggo, his brown eyes twinkling. “Go, get a room you two.” He said, the mirth still evident in his voice. “Go on, off with you!” he repeated, gesturing towards the door. “I’ll make sure that you won’t be disturbed by anything… unpleasant.”
Orlando blushed slightly and looked at Viggo, a silent understanding passing between them, before they turned and left, ascending the steps to the bedroom on the first floor.

Orlando managed to keep a straight face till the door was closed behind them and John safely out of hearing range, but he was shaken by bouts of laughter as he allowed himself to fall back onto the bed, lying there with his arms stretched out.
“That is not funny.” Viggo said sternly, trying very hard not to laugh out loud, too. “I mean, what does he think we’re doing?”
“I think at least that much would be obvious.” Orlando snickered, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively as he sat up again. “Oh…” gulped Viggo, his sea-green eyes staring longingly at Orlando, a funny feeling settling in his stomach. “But.. why would he? I mean… we never…”
“Think about it, Vig.” Orlando grinned, unconsciously knotting the edge of the blue bed-covers. “We work together, we live together we share a room and a bed… what else should he think?”
“I don’t know.” Viggo admitted, looking up in confusion. When had he stepped forward? He was standing directly in front of Orlando now, towering over the younger man, who was looking up at him with trust and warmth shining from his eyes.
Viggo clenched his hands into fists and gulped audibly. The whole room seemed worlds away in this moment, only Orlando mattered now.
Orlando, who was still looking at Viggo, unable to break the eye-contact between them, brown eyes wide with what seemed like expectation in his face defined by brown curls and high cheekbones.
Tentatively Viggo reached out, stroking his thumb over Orlando’s cheek and then tracing the line of his jaw. “Orlando…” he whispered, the word hanging heavily in the air between them, charged with unspoken emotion.
Blinking Orlando stared at the older man as Viggo spoke his name, still stunned by the tingling sensation the Dane’s fingers caused. Orlando lowered his head, kissing Viggo’s thumb and slowly sucking the finger into hid mouth, closing his eyes and allowing himself to fall as he heard a small gasp from Viggo. But this time it was a pleasant falling; there was no deep, dark nothingness within him, this time he only found a liquid glow of warmth and affection; this time Viggo was with him and that was all that he needed right now. He reached out as Viggo drew back, pulling the older man into a tight embrace and onto the bed with him.
Reluctantly he opened his eyes as the older man whispered his name again. Sensing the other’s unspoken question, he shook his head and pulled Viggo closer once more, the butterflies in his stomach fluttering nervously.
He almost broke their embrace when Orlando pulled him into the kiss, wishing that the younger man would allow himself some more time to recover from all the things that had happened recently, but all his doubts were shattered into a blinding explosion of bliss as Orlando’s lips finally met his. Warm lips moved against his, yielding but still firm and demanding as Orlando suddenly used Viggo surprised moan of pleasure to capture the Dane’s tongue with his own. Viggo gasped as the Brit sucked at his tongue till the need for oxygen drove them apart. Orlando crawled back on the bed, slowly lying down while Viggo matched each of the actor’s move with one of his own, his face always just a few centimetres from Orlando’s.
They both remained frozen in that position for a seemingly endless moment, Viggo kneeling over the younger man, straddling his legs, till Orlando finally lifted a hand and spread his fingers on Viggo’s chest, his eyes searching the Dane’s face.
He grinned like the proverbial cat that got the cream as he read nothing but understanding and genuine affection in the other man’s eyes. “Please…” Orlando whispered, exposing all his fears and hopes in this one word of pleading.
With a short nod Viggo bent down the last few centimetres and kissed Orlando slowly, trying to put all his feelings into this one slow, simmering kiss. Both of them were panting heavily when they finally parted, their lips only retreating as far from each others as was necessary, just to seek each other’s out again as soon as they had inhaled a shaky gasp of breath.
“How about spending the morning in bed?” Orlando grinned. “Sounds wonderful.” Viggo answered. “I you’ll keep me warm…” Orlando responded by simply kissing the Dane again and so they settled to sleep again. Viggo planted a chaste kiss on the younger man’s brow as Orlando drifted off into sleep, safely held in his beloved’s arms, their legs entangled.
Both of them would probably have tried to kill John if they had seen the satisfied grin on the his face as the bodyguard checked on them an hour later. Luckily they were both fast asleep.

Tbc…