Heaven in Your Eyes

Chap: 24


"I love you Orlando.. and right now.. I want you to open those beautiful eyes and hear you tell me you still love me.. more than I want my next breath."

The words curled -- soft like smoke -- invading Orlando's mind. Verses of the heart spilling forth toe Vie Viggo's soul. Begging him to listen.
The denials he thought to grip to the lonesome end. Clutching at them like
a cornerstone, lest his world come down around him -- started their crumble.
Viggo chipping at it's base with every soft spoken adoration.

His heart, too heavy for reflection, flooded as it always did with that old familiar pain, making him think of how things should have been. How it used to be. How he wished it were.
So easy it would be to say yes. To pull Viggo in his arms and breathe the words he wanted to hear. Words he was aching to set free.
And then what? The mental slap made him inwardly cringe.
Watch him walk away? Go back to Karl as he always did?
As much as he hated that man right now, he hated himself and Viggo jus muc much. He couldn't believe he had fallen for a man that would use two lovers as such. Nor could he believe he'd become the other man. His eyes open to look at Viggo then.
He has always known the denials for what they were.. ways to hold sanity intact .. excuses for his own behavior, telling himself it was just sex .. okay, awesome sex .. that kept him going back. Not love .. never love. Ironic, he thought, watching Viggo .. on his knees no less .. spouting lies, or maybe they weren't entirely lies. But they were forbidden words for his ears, nonetheless. Out of the whole of their entire crazy relationship, the one time he goes to measurable lengths to ensure he was going to walk away, to end this recycling insanity once and for all, would be the night he felt the most bitter shame.

~`~`~

When Orlando's eyes slowly open before speaking, there's so much pain. It laces his voice so that I almost don't recognize it.
I can see now that I've wounded him.
Not a flippant lovers spat that one erases with time. But an ache that wove itself into ones heart, becoming a part of how they saw the world. How they saw you. And it hurt like hell. Knowing a pain like that came only from love, didn't help. I don't want to know I had been right.. I want that that love back. I need so desperately to wipe that pain away, but I've no idea how .. so I listen, hoping he'll give me a clue.

"You can't .. I can't let myself love you. This isn't right .. you need to stop."

"I can and I do Orlando. There's *nothing* to stop me. Not even you hold that particular power over me."
I lifted one of his limp hands from his lap to my lips, not sure who was shaking more. I couldn't remember ever being this scared.
"But tell me .. why do you think.. that you *can't* love me?"

His eyes rolled, assuring me I knew. But I wasn't going into denial mode, he needed to tell me. We needed it bared between us.

"Not.. free..."
There was so much bitterness inside those two words he choked out after glaring at me for so long.
I felt Orlando's uncertainty, the envy gnawing at him for what het het he couldn't have, right down to the petty jealousy he harbored and hated himself for.
But still I waited, letting him search my heart through my eyes. Hoping he could read it and see how much I love him ... how much I'll always love him.

Something must be working. This time his voice is a tight -- carefully strained of emotion -- thread of words, that somehow seem more tortured than the one crackling with pain a few moments ago.

"Don't do this Vig ... please don't ask me ... you've no right.. I can't stand it.. can't take you pulling me in ... pushing me away.. setting me aside.. going home.. to him.. won't be second.. just leave me.. leave me alone!" He pushed at my chest in frustration, the emotionless thread turning into a line of babbling that always embarrassed him. Once the words flowed he couldn't seem to stop them. I loved him all the more for it.
So I pushed back, finally stilling his twisting head in my hands.

"I don't sit you aside.. look at me Orlando! My house is empty save for Henry. Is that who you think your second to? Don't you know he adores you? Wonders why everyone but *you* comes around!"
A pang of guilt fluttered his lids, making him vulnerable, making him lash out in defense.
I smiled. In these ways I knew him as well as myself. I welcomed this anger, hoping it spurred his tongue into telling me what he needed to say aloud.

"Karl damn it! Why are you acting like he doesn't exist? How can you keep doing that? You enjoying torturing me? Like seeing me squirm do you? Fucking.. let.. go of me!"

How wrong had I been on that one? Petty jealousy?
What seethed from him over Karl was a balled up rage of fury waiting to unleash. And let him go? Not even if he kicked me in the nuts. Instinct told me if he walked out angry now, I'd surely loose him for good. I exchanged his face for his wrists and let him twist in my unrelenting grasp until the fight left him, for the moment anyway. With this much pent up pain he surely wasn't finished.

He sighed wearily, turning his head away, not wanting to look me in the eye. was was fine with me, because I loved the way he always shivered when I whispered in his ear.
"It's *never* happened Orlando. Never *will* happen." I released my grip, giving him that much at least, and pulled back so I could gauge his reaction. "Elijah told me last month what you've thought .. and also about some rumors that went around on the set. Then of course you walking up on the exact moment I decide to become mentally unstable .. didn't help. If you would have only read my letter .. all of this .. so unnecessary."
I paused a moment, giving the words time to penetrate his misery. His brow crinkled the slightest bit, but still he would not look at me.
"Even if there had never been a you Orlando .. I would never.. *could* never feel for him, what I feel for you. It's just not there, not even in the smallest of portions."
I let my forehead rest against his turned head, the nights emotions starting to take their toll.
"Are you hearing me baby? I .. love .. you." I placed a soft kiss to seal the words in his ear. Hoping they would travel to whichever door needed to be unlocked and break the damn thing down. I needed him, willingly in my arms, so much, the ache neared physical.

~`~`~
Warm breath fanned my ear while this man .. (out out of the blue claims to love me) .. rested against me. The same man I'd once thought, years ago, I'd found my soul-mate in.
I have no idea, how the hell I could've let myself fall into a fucking fairy tale like that. Love of my life, commitments .. for-evers.
Ha! Only the naiveté of the young were allowed that belief.
People hurt you. Some of the greatest atrocities ever committed were done in the name of love. I knew this and still... I had dove in head first.
So, shit happens. You adapt or go mental, or go mental trying to adapt or... Fuck!

Now this rich voice, desperate with emotion, plied me with sweet words (Lies) setting off this volatile mix of emotions and hope swirling around inside, until I couldn't decipher what I was feeling.
Patches of memory combining with present, a voice nagging me to pull him into my arms, 'kiss him until he knows you mean it' or 'don't you *dare* be stupid enough to fall for this again
Th
The memory of kiss, gentle beyond words in it's delivery -- with enough intensity - I'd been certain it had scorched both our souls.
The rest was elusive. Fragmented pieces to clutter my thoughts and make my frustrated sigh audible.

"Why.." I swallowed with disgust and tried to even my shaky voice. "Why are you doing this Viggo. Why do you think you can get away with these lies? Did Karl never tell you .. that he talked to me, told me... everything."

"Karl?"

He drew back quick, and when I turned to look, I would of swore, had I not known better, there was something akin to suspicion in his eyes. Probably just fear of being caught in this little charade he was acting out. That thought put a smug little grin on my face before I could stop it but... oh well.
"Yes Viggo .. Karl."
He stared at me for so long, just this blank stare like he was picking my brain apart for lies. It was starting to unnerve me. He probably didn't expect calm .. well semi-calm anyway. More like he expected me to push his looming form from between my legs and play the jilted ex-lover .. rant and rave about the room and such.
I was just too damn tired. Not from lack of sleep, but just the emotional wear and tear of two years spent hiding how I truly felt about him, would be enough to drag down the strongof sof souls. I knew tonight would change us. Everything in the open .. maybe I could finally move on. The weight being lifted was just as exhausting, but a different kind, more relaxing maybe? I guess I'd find out when it's over.

"What would Karl possibly say to you .. to convince you we'd been lovers.. were still lovers?

Ah! There was the reason for the blank stare, he was researching the past. And was he fucking kidding me? He had the nerve to sound irritated that I wh. su. suspected his noble being .. even back then. But of course I was supposed to have been blinded by love. I could feel the vibrations start in my gut. Great, now I was getting irritated. I didn't want irritation. I wanted this fucking over.

"Everything Viggo and nothing at all. What does it matter anyway."

"It matters! A specific.. please Orlando. Think back. Was there a time when you thought you just knew he.." My voice just died under the fury that dark gaze raised e. Te. The eyes glassed over in an instant, like a slap of pain will do to you when your hit upside your head unexpectedly. It pooled and slid a single drop over each cheek. We both knew he wasn't really crying.. it seemed to piss him off anyway. God! What in the hell had Karl said?

"No."

Low, raspy, firm! Like *that* was going to work. No, he couldn't remember or..?
I didn't really wish him to recall it if it made him look like that but.. no way could I let this go. So I taunted him... just a little..

"No? He didn't say anything specific .. so you just believed bullshit? Really Orli I took you for.."

"A fool Viggo .. yeah I got that.
"I.."
"The fucking tests!" He growled, halting my protest.
"Test?"
He was clearly growing annoyed with me by that 'Aw come on, gimmie a break' look - raised brows and all but..?

"Test." He deadpanned. "What a thoughtful lover you have making sure I knew he'd checked clean. So I wouldn't worry while you continued to ball my brains out was how he so nicely put it. Seeing as how you told him what a great fuck I was and you couldn't keep your hands off me. How could you do that?"

Damn! Calm, silently seething, raging beneath a thin veneer. He was beyond angry. I knew I needed to diffuse this quick, but quite simply, I fit every cliche in the book. Right down to imitating a fish. My stupefied brain was even swimming. How could he..

"How did he.. when did.. I mean how.."

"You said that one already. Let's see.." He started, clearly mocking me.
"You sent him for the fucking thing.. to a doctor *I* went to the trouble of finding ... thank you for that. When did he tell me? .. After I found you in your precious lip lock .."

He muttered the rest, but even in my daze I was pretty sure the last word was bastard. And I hadn't completely lost my ability to read him. I caught that wild, doe-eyed look that warned me right before he..

"Oh no you don't!" I caught his shoulders and all but slammed him back in the chair. I was angry and confused and yelling.. this was too much.

"Sit the fuck down there and don't you even think of moving!"

I surprised us both by releasing him and stood to pace. Rubbing at my head, trying to unscramble my brain from the shock and keeping an eye on my wild deer at the same time. When the shock of me yelling at him like that wore off, he'd no doubt train.ain.
I stopped a few feet from him so I wasn't a looming threat, bearing over him.

"I never touched Karl. I told you why and how we came to kiss. But other than a friends touch... He said I sent him for the test? None of this shit happened Orlando. I could never.. Hell.. when would I have had the time? Almost every free moment I had I spent with you!"

"Not towards the end."

His voice was a little calmer, but he was still glaring with suspicion.
"I swear n'tn't know how in the hell he got that information but I.."

"He told me your blood pressure was back to normal too.. you never told me.."

He trailed off, wounded, and all I could do was snap at him.
"I *never* fucking told *him* either! Ah.. fucking hell!"
I sank down on the bed then and buried my face in my hands. Christ what a fucking mess. No wonder half of Orlando hated me. Hell I didn't blame him.. no.. better tell him that.

"If I heard something like that about you I.. All of your actions suddenly make sense to me.. but why.. why didn't you say something to me baby?"
I didn't even begin to know how to fix this, so when he started pacing and snapping at me.. It somehow felt deserved.

"Like what? I'm hearing all these rumors.. you start weirding out, pushing me away one minute and screwing me through the table the next. Then your kissing him.."
I looked up when his voice cracked. To me it was a sound of hope. It just seemed to irritate him.
"What'd ya expect me to say.. to think! Exactly what I do think.. your fuckin him! You never claimed any deep emotion for me, so.. It's none of my business, yeah. You made your choice."

The last was said with sadness and a little less conviction, so I just let him go on.. hoping he'd talk himself out of believing it. I was still trying to figure out how Karl had found out.

"F eve even Craig knew! He was like 'Oh that's too bad, but theyre* re* together before you and Vig gave it a shot. It happens that way sometimes.' So *fucking* bloody understanding I wanted to puke!"

Okay, talk to Parker. They never actually told him, but he *was* there. No, that wouldn't explain the knowledge of the elevated B/P. I know that wasn't mentioned.
Right then! Force Karl to talk.. then kill him.
Silence?
"Orlando." I looked up from my hands to find him slumped back in the chair, eyeing me with the caution one would a snake.

"I'm sorry. I knew.. I mean, he approached me a couple of months or so before I finally got *you* to notice me for the first time. I couldn't have made it clearer to him. -I'm not attracted to you, I'm not interested in anything other than friendship-. He didn't seem to take it bad. Didn't act like it really bothered him much at all."

In my frustration I start pacing again. Explaining and trying to figure it out at the same time.

"I'm not bliI meI mean, I just thought the minor flirtations were a sort of defense against embarrassment you know, a joke. He was always jokin around. Never tried anything else after you and I got together, til that night. I had no idea he was obsessed enough to.. to set out to.."
God I couldn't even finish. The enormity of what he'd done with a well placed lie, still had me shocked. That flash of pain I'd been watching for two years, amplified severely right now in Orlando's eyes. I knew I didn't directly put it there, but it was still because of me, and I could think of nothing to say but I'm sorry. I sunk hopsly sly back on the bed, mumbling more to myself throughhandhands than really talking to him.

"All this time. I can't even fathom what you must have felt. I shoulda ripped your stubborn ass off that plane in Cannes and forced you to talk. Shoulda paid more attention.. should have told you I loved you from the moment I knew. I sho.."

"Why dit yot you?"

I looked over to him then, the irony of the situation not escaping me.
"I had no idea if you felt an inkling of what I feel for you. I .. I was afraid of pushing you away Orlando. Afraid of rushing a younger man into a relationship he wasn't sure of. But I didn't want to be without you. So I kept silent."


His eyes-- those blue eyes I'd always loved. The pain was so visible as he blinked through their dampness to focus on me. The saddest expression I'd ever seen on his face, so tangible in the set of his quivering jaw.
I felt my heart would break if I didn't touch him, if I didn't hold him.

To say I was stunned out of my mind was mild. These images that constantly haunted my mind, taunting me with a past I couldn't.. didn't really *want* to forget.. Suddenly turned into the possibility of having one I didn't *have* to forget.. one I might combine happily with the future, it was a little too much, too soon to comprehend. I felt I could actually feel my brain spinning in it's confined space.
Was it really true... please let it be true. Had they really spent two years ripped apart by someone else's lies and helped along by their total lack of communication? 'Viggo.. never with Karl' it still seemed surreal. Besides this tiny little part that expected Karl to jump out and this all turn into some sick joke, the larger, saner side told me it was true.
Vig was a great actor.. but that was no acting job. No one could display the kind of desperate hope that reached in and tore your heart out on cue. The kind I saw in the look he was giving me now.
Was I so terrified of being wrong I'd let it slip away? God, I was so tired of being sca

Viggo rose, looking for his shoes. When he neared me, he knelt as he had been earlier, was about to stroke my cheek with the back of his fingers as he'd done countless times before, but the gesture was aborted with a guilty glance.

"I will find out Orlando an wil will pay for hurting you. But for now, I'm gonna go and let you get some sleep, you look as overwhelmed as I feel and so exhausted. I hope I'll .. well, if your up to it, maybe we can have breakfast together. Alone. Try and sort some more of this out.. before you leave."

Never in my time knowing this man had I ever heard him sound so nervous, so ue ofe of my reaction to him. I felt my skin flush hot and red with what I was about to say, but I had to say it. This little voice screamed at me.. with an unnerving urgency-Fix this NOW!
My arms slid around him, drawing him closer, I needed him out of focus. I was shaking so bad, I couldn't handle that gaze right now, sad, hopeful or otherwise. So close I drew him, my lips rubbed his softly as I whispered.
"I couldn't stop Vig... I did try.. but.. I still love you."
The words were broken, pained and disjointed, but *there*.
"I'll always love you.."
A breath caught in Viggo’s throat, a strangled little noise that sounded like his name and it emboldened Orlando with a kind of drunken satisfaction.
The words rumbled from his throat, humming against Viggo's lips.
"So fucking much Vig … Please don't go.”

His arms moved, caught in a force he would never resist, to pull his young lover to him. Finally pulling Orlando from the chair, to settle the trembling form in his lap when he couldn't get them close enough. He didn't know how long they sat there, clinging to each other in a fierce grip with one arm, soothing and stroking one another with the other hand and whispered words of unneeded apologies and love.
But it was long enough to start a cramp in his legs that were bent beneath them both. Orlando pulled his head from it's place at Viggo's neck when he felt the other shift.
"Come on." His lips barely grazing his lover's as he stood, pulling him from the floor.
In that instance he realized how truly lost in their embrace he'd been, so lost he'd failed to even kiss those lips that let pass the words needed to make his heart whole. He stopped Orli's progression towards the bed, one arm wrapped round the slender waist, the other hand slipped behind his neck, pulling him back in, eyeing his mouth with intent.
He gives me this quirky, knowing slip of a smile, and looking into his warm loving eyes, is like emerging from a cave, blinking into a sunshine you'd forgot existed.
I let my eyes close for a moment, remembering that first real kiss. That familiar tug of love, so powerful I'd been unable to stay away from him, rushed even stronger through me now and I prayed to the powers that be, to never let me be stupid enough to lose him again.

"Vig?"
"Hm"
"You gonna stand there and think about it.. or actually do it sometime tonight. Cause if your not.."
The answer was a lazy curl of lips that ended in a smirk. "If I'm not?"
"Then I can damn well go to bed and take care of this myself!"

I let him slide from my arms in his feigned indignance, happy beyond belief to have my playful lover back.

He made it as far as the bed, robe slipping to his elbows before Viggo wrapped his arms around from behind, holding him tight.
"I've missed you." He nosed a soft curl out of the way, then nuzzled the warm skin he found there.
"Then why you daydreamin.. not doing somethin."
"Mmm.. am doin somethin." Viggo murmured his way down his neck, then sent one hand north to gently tease a bud to life and the other south to run tantalizing patterns just below the sun.
Orlando arched his head back to rest on the strong shoulder, giving access to let him devour every inch of the column of flesh.
But Viggo caught and held his gaze for a long moment before taking his lips in a soft deep kiss.. kissing him like nothing else in the world mattered.


He felt a handge dge almost timidly between them, searching. Viggo pressed himself into the inquisitive touch, letting him feel their need mirrored the other, holding Orlando tighter to him as the shudder traversed his entire form.
The kiss deepened. His mouth consuming the others, Orlando all but melted into the intimate demanding touch. One hand slid further beneath the folds of the robe, fingers pressing, stroking the sensitive area along his hip bone as he began a slow grind against him, causing tiny moans of pleas into the kiss every time.
A single finger traced over and down the line of hair that started below his navel until he reached the swollen flesh, long fingers wrapped around him, stroking him slowly.
Orlando broke the kiss over a deep quivering moan. A drawn out passionate sound of submission, of need. Lips moved unerringly to find the weak spot on his shoulder. Sucking the sensitive skin in to nibble gently at it, again and again.
"Christ, Vig," Orli breathed, his knees weakening at the dual ministrations.
"Bed.. right there. Noo!" He protested the sudden loss, then found himself facing his lover. "More..." He gasped softly as feather-light fingers outlined his cock..
"Lube baby.. where?"
"Bag, bathroom." He would have said outside pocket but Vig was already gone. He let the robe finish it's fall to the floor then leaned over to push the covers further back than Viggo had yanked them earlier and was just crawling on the bed when Viggo came back at a slower pace than he left.

"You find it?" He stayed on his knees, sensing a subtle change in his lover.
Viggo opened his hand to display the needed item.
"Then.. whats wrong?" He asked cautiously.
"No condoms.. you brought.. none."
"Do I need one Vig? There's that one in my.."
"No, shh." He squelched the alarm he saw rising. "You. After all this time.. everything you've been through.. you never.."
"Vig," He rose up to full height on his knees to look the man in the eye. "I haven't wanted anyone else to touch me for a long time now. Just you."
He took the tube from his hand and started undoing buttons without losing Viggo's gaze.
"I need that touch.. now luv." He pushed the shirt off broad shoulders to indicate it was ready, then traced lightly down familiar contours until fingertips reached the waistband and slid under, tugging him closer.
"Will you touch me Vig.." He had to fight to hold that gaze when his fingers wrapped around the released cock and tremor of lust raced up his spine.
"Touch me.. like I'm touching you.. will you lover?" He stroked as slow and as thoroughly as he had been earlier, waiting til Viggo did a careful wiggle out of his pants. "Or would you rather; he gripped the shaft a bit harder; Touch me with this?"
"Jesus fucking christ Orlando!" He landed fully atop the smiling young man.
"One day your going to drive me to the edge of sanity by doing that. You know what that voice of yours does to me. Not to mention those.. suggestions of yours."
"Mmm.." His eyes drifted closed, head turning to let Vig continue the earlier attack on his neck. "How's that luv.. afraid I'll *talk* you into coming before you even slide it in.. Embarrass you maybe.. old man."
The smile against skin warned him before teeth clamped on his collarbone, then Viggo surged forward, uniting their aching flesh with delicious friction.
"Oh.. fuck.. slow down luv.. missed you too much." He squirmed, halfheartedly pushing at Viggo when he laughed. "Wanker!"
Viggo raised an amused smile, that old familiar gleam in his eye that told Orlando he was in for it. "Not anymore lover. Least not with *you* in the same bed."
He pushed up, still straddling one of Orli's legs as he reached for
the tube. "I need us to go slow this time." He squeezed a generous
amount and tossed it aside, holding the young mans gaze with his own. "I know your need must be as desperate as my own, but I want you to last the night baby. Because I plan on making love with you until it's time for you to leave."
Orlando swallowed hard, his gaze lowering with lust when Viggo took himself in hand, coating the hardened flesh well.
He bit down on his lip and scooted back to the pillows, willing himself not to reach out and yank Viggo to him, but needing him to hurry a hell of a lot more than he was planning on. He released his lip, soothing his tongue over it with a sly grin.

Viggo took one look at the sleek smooth thighs parted before him and gave in to his impulses with a groan, leaning over to run his hand up between them, stroking the silky smooth skin. Orlando spread himself still wider, arching back with a soft moan. And Viggo crawled shamelessly between them, desperate to get at him, one slick finger sliding in before their lips even met. His tongue thrust inside, yearning to possess this hot, wet cavern, as much as the one his finger explored below.
Orlando clutched helplessly at his shoulders from the dual onslaught, arching to meet the body that hovered above, desperate to feel his lovers weight. A second finger joined, trying to appease the bucking hips and Orlando shuddered as they slid slowly, tempting, caressing the welcoming heat, doing an agonizing dance around his prostate.
When a third was added while planting hot wet kisses up his throat, the
hips pushed harder, and he started to moan. Soft, needy moans that had Viggo whispering, "Orlando..my love." So beautifully deep and low he thought he might cum right there. Then that sinful seduction of his voice continued.
"Need you now.. are you ready for me?" He questioned the moment his fingertips grazed that responsive bundle of nerves and Orli's hips launched up in a silent plea for more, answering.
Those fingers that had given him such pleasure skated across his belly, meaning to soothe while his lover positioned himself. Instead they
ignited tiny sparks that raced across his nerve endings and followed every path they made. Down the crease in his leg to graze over his tightening sac, exploding through his groin at contact with his sensitized perineum as Viggo guided himself in.
"Now luv.. please..hurry.."
He slid in with one perfectly-angled thrust and Orlando arched nearly half off the bed with a cry of pleasure.
"Shh.. easy love." He pressed him down gently with his own weight and stilled inside. Stroking one cheek with a gentle caress and the other with tempting kisses, waiting for him to return from the high he'd been sent on. Not wanting to loose him too soon.
"Vig." His voice pleaded softly. "I need to feel you luv."
He looked down at him and god, he's so beautiful in his need for him, Viggo feels his heart miss an entire beat as desire
He raised on one arm, caressing every inch of Orlando he could with his eyes, then followed the path with a feather-soft caress, dragging out the sweet torture of desiring him so desperately. Letting him feel it all the way down to the throbbing of his cock sheathed snug inside him, before he finally moved. Pulling out, then pushing all the way in until Orli is sucking at his lower lip, pulling it between his own teeth, murmuring pleas and Viggo's name with such desperation that he almost forgets to breathe.
Sleek legs slide up to cradle hips as they rocked together, changing the angle,
the movement eliciting a deep grateful moan from the meshed lips.
He raised slightly off his lover then, feeling his own orgasm begin to clutch at him, watching Orlando merely quickened his pace.
Panting exquisite little moans as he peered up from beneath long dark lashes. Seductively, enticing in his near undone state.
The sight made him throb uncontrollably in the tight channel that sheathed him and Orlando began groaning against every deep, pleasure centered thrust. His own breath coming harder as euphoric waves enveloped him, jerking his body, starting contractions of muscles that sent exquisite bolts of pleasure through Viggo's cock as he moved through their grip. Tugging him, pulling him, urging his release.
That powerful twisting started deep inside, fighting to get free. He slipped a hand between them, lay his cheek against Orlando's, "ve yve you," he whispered as the backside of fingers pressed firmly up the length of his lovers cock. Orlando jerked, his back arching, pushing into the sweet explosion that shocked through his body, and he came from his lovers caress.
The sight of his beautiful, ethereal face, undone and lost in ecstasy, shook Viggo helplessly in the throes of it's wake. His orgasm spiraled from somewhere he had never felt before and he kissed Orlando hard, everything he could give poured out of him, into his lovers heaving body.


They settled into the afterglow, unwilling to release fevered bodies. Brushing away a lock of hair, gentle smiles mixed with tender w, li, light caresses to push away any and all small doubts that remain of their love.


TBC