Heaven in Your Eyes

Chap:2


"Get dressed!"
"Not going"
"*Yes*..you are!"
"Nah, don't wanna."
"Orli, if you don't get upstairs and change those fucking clothes this minute..I'm..I'm.."
"What Lij?" Orli smirked, nearly towering over the hobbit.
"Fuck off!"
"Probably."
"What? No..never mind, don't wanna know. You. Dressed, *NOW*!
"Have to shower."
Come on man, yur gonna make us late!"
"Not going!"
"Orlando...I'm gunna kick yur ass!"
Orlando smirked. "Sorry little hob, *what'd* ya say?"
"GetFuuucking Dressed!"
"Nah....not going."
"Jesus Christ Bloom..you could drive someone to drink!"
"I'm *never* the driver."
"AGGHHHH! Get Dresssed!...NOW!"
"I..AM..Not.."
"I'll call for backup!"
"You wouldn't?"
Elijah's eyes lit up, bringing on a broad grin, "Let's seeee...whose closest?"
"Liiij!" Orli warned.
Elijah opened his cell, "That'd be..Vig...right?"
"Wanker, stop pushing those damn buttons, I'm going already!
This is *still* not a good idea Lij, I don't think.."
"Right! No thinking...Party, drinks, howling, luscious bods and rotating hips!"
Orli stomped upstairs, "Tosser!"
"I heard that!"

~*~*~*~*~*

They got the two moon shaped party booths in the back and the staff pulled a larger table closer to accommodate them all.
'Okay, I can work with this, plenty of places to sit. Have a few drinks, crack a few lame jokes and hit the dance floor. *No* one would follow him there. At least he'd never seen Vig dance. None of the older set did. Talked, drank and were forever in their beloved pool room.

Of course, there was that time a month ago when Billy and Dom talked Sir Ian onto the floor-after one too many! It was definitely an "If I only a had a camera moment!" wou woulda had his camera.'

"Wanker..stop thinking abou..." he stopped, gulping over a breath, realizing he'd spoken out loud when David's brow knitted in uncertainty.
"Hey Davey, how's it hangin?"
"Practice your American before trying that one again Bloom and It's *hanging* fine. And I kinda prefer *David* if you don't mind!" He shuddered thinking of the rest of the cast catching onto *Davey*. 'Eew!'

"Yeah well, I'd prefer 'Lord Bloom..Master of the World!' But what ya gonna do?" He shrugged lightly, winking at Ian while sliding into the booth beside him and dragging David by the wrist in next to him.
'There! Protected from both sides!'

"Sooo, *David*, Orli nudged him to show the tease, Where's the lucky lady tonight?"
"Home..with a sick friend.\ickeickers went round the table.
"Nooo, never heard that one before!" Dom jibed.
"I know that it's true be.." "Or that one!" Ian gently ribbed him. "It's called denial."
David smile as more snickers were issued, "Look you lot of wanks! I know it because it's her dog she's caring for and he's sick because..I poisoned him with bad meat!"

He leaned back, rubbing at his forehead while waiting for the laughter that had erupted to die down. "How was I supposed too know, she should have cleaned out her fridge!"
"The smell might give it away." Karl's nose crinkled in disgust.
"No, he's just tryin to eliminate *aaall* the competition!" Orli shot back, earning him an elbow to his side. David slid from the booth before he could retaliate.

"I'm going for drinks, anybody want?" All heads bobbed simutainiously.
"I'll help!" Billy offered sliding out the other side to follow.

"So, Sir Ian, our bright, shiny Knight, Orlando turneightightly to face him, you comin dancing with us tonight?"
"Sod off, my dear..Lord Bloom!" Orlando grinned mischievously and glanced at Dom, who promptly joined the attack.

After a few minutes of unsuccessful persuasion and knowing more drink was needed, Orli turned in his seat to look for his wayward mates. He spotted them coming through the crowd, the samee hee he caught sight of a familiar form entering the club out of the corner of his vision. He khis his eyes glued to the other two, willing them to pick up the pace.
'Successes!'
But David didn't sit. He instead cleared the tray of fresh glasses and two bottles, motioning for everyone to hand over their empties and reloaded the tray, leaving it at the edge for the waitress.
'Did he think he was a bloody waiter? Sit the fuck down already!' Orli started to fidget looking for a plausible way out, catching the slight shake of Lij's head and the 'you better not' look in his eyes, reminding hi the the semi-promise made earlier to talk to Vig..tonight!
Viggo lay a hand to David's shoulder, notifying the other of his presence.

"Well, finally! We were beginning to think you wouldn't show. You've got some catching up to do my king." He gestured towards the seat beside Orli. "Go ahead and slide in next to your elf, I have to go on a nature hike before another round."

"*Your elf*?" Billy teased.
"Better not let *Arwen* find out!" Dom squeaked in his best girvoicvoice. "Ow! What the fuck! Who kicked me?"
"I thought we were playing footsies." Lij smiled innocently. "You like your foreplay a little rough don't you?" Smiling wider as Dom blushed and the others started teasing him.

'God I love this man!' Orlando met Lij's twinkling eyes over the rim of his glass. He wondered if anyone else knew this mature and deceivingly slick side of the *barely* turned man, or only saw exactly what Lij wanted them to?

'Vig, yeah he watched everything, he knew.' And right now Orli could feel the burn of that gaze on him. To make matters more uncomfortable, David returned and Vig was scooting. Orli tried to scoot a little, but with nine people now filling the booth it was a snug, practically hip to hip fit.

To his surprise, Vig wasn't taking advantage of the situation..yet!
'Right, so have a couple more quick shots..make a john excuse, hit the dance floor. Sit at another table if he came back..socialize..sounds like a plan!' He lifted the glass to his lips.

"No sword tonight Viggo?" John asked pointedly, knowing they had banned him from bringing it here again, but not being able to resist the tease.
Viggo smiled lazily, leaning back to drape his arm behind Orli on the backrest. Orli sat forward.
In keeping with the general line of general line of bullshit floating around the table, his lazy smile turned to a smirk. "Just the one in my pants..Master Dwarf!"

Smas res remarks and laughter were everywhere..Orli choked! At first the burning liquid just caught, then it went both ways, down and out. He reached blindly for the pile of napkins centered on the table. Felt a hand push some into his, his eyes tearing over, gasping for breath between coughs.

'Christ, could this night get anymore bloody awful?'
Viggo's hand started a firm glide up and down between his shoulder blades.
'I really should stop asking about things...gee Vig, why don't you rest your other hand on my crotch? Make it *totally* impossible to breathe..kill me now yeah? Let's be done with it!'

The hand never came and soon he was feeling back to normal, picking up his glass for a cautious sip.

"See Vig..Dom looked sideways at Lij, warning him, your sword *is* a lethal weapon..you almost killed your trusty elf at the mere mention of it."
Orlando could feel, more than hear, Vig laughing softly beside him while he glared at Dom. Whatever invisible strings the man had attached to him of late, pulled Orli's unbelieving gaze to meet his own. He had expected desire, lust, laughter..anything but the tenderness and..?

"Hafta piss lemme out." He blurted. Embarrassed, he looked down.
'Sure, stare at his *sword* you stupid git, that'll help.' Eyes snapped back up too quickly. The almost imperceptible raise of a brow told Orli he'd been caught.
'Bloody rangers!' He practically ran to the john, then straight to the bar. Looking back to see *everyone* still seated, he headed for the floor filled with dancing bodies.

~*~*~*~*~*

Hot, heavy air, surrounded him with a mixture of perfumes, colognes and persperation so thick Orlando could feel it cling to his skin as sure as it burned his nostrils. 'This was more like it. Lose yourself, nothing to think of..just feel!'
Bodies undulating in seemingly sinful repose beneath the flashing lights. Orli tried pushing the unwanted thoughts from his mind.
'Too many shots of..? Whatever he'd drank!'
The beautiful blond behind him, swaying with his every move, did nothing to dispel unwanted thoughts of his coworker. 'Fuck this! And fuck you Lij!' He was really hating the fact, that the little bugger was right.
'They needed to talk!'
He made his way back to their booth, finding no one left but Ian and Dom.
"Thanks." He smiled at Dom. Downing the offered drink in two gulps, he glanced round the club, but knew exactly where he'd find Vig.
'Jeeeze!' His breath caught hard, giving his chest that familiar squeeze.

He eyed the taut body..leaning over the pool table. 'Now there was a portrayal of sinful display!'
An expression of concentration fixed over his features like a mask. One wisp of dark hair hanging dangerously close to his sight line. Orli grabbed another shot.
His eyes moved up those long lean legs, parted enticingly for balance. He could feel his lips follow his gaze further up, so much so, he pressed a finger, to still their pucker. Lingering over the firm swell of a delectably curved arse..the slight dip at the waist. Strong muscles rippled under the flimsy shirt..smooth expanse of a *very* kissable looking neck, visible as he stood again, having made his shot..fingers pushing back unruly hair..eyes drawn to the one watching him.

Orli darted back to the dance floor, flushing, caught! He melted into the
group of writhing bodies easily. 'He'd told Lij this was a mistake. They couldn't talk..not here...*especially* not after Vig had caught sta staring like a bitch in heat.

The blond was there again.
He smiled, Orli couldn't.
The guy wrapped his arms around Orli from behind anyway, bodies still swaying, Orli's mind...back in the pool room.
The song changed. Rhythm slowed. Orli didn't mind when his partner moved away.
'Not interested.'

Music swelled sensually..arms were back. One firmly round his waist.The other covering an eagerly erecting nipple beneath the sure touch of it's fingertips. His head leaned back of it's own accord, eyes drifting shut as lips nuzzled at the crook of his neck,
'Sooo good...If only', he thought in vain. The arm round his waist moved lower, hand cupping his hip in a firm embrace, pulling him back against an erection to be proud of.
'If only,'...he sighed on that thought, letting his body relax.

Thoot, ot, soft lips were working their way up, making Orli arch in response. Head leaning completely on the others shoulder, while lips and teeth nipped at his ear.
'Viggo.' The thought caused his body to stiffen slightly.
'Stop dreaming!'
Then a hand was cradling his cheek, turning it. Lips never stopping their assault.
When he was positioned exactly how his tormentor wanted, warm firm lips claimed his own. He could imagine opening his eyes, gazing into steel blue, seering into his soul.
'God he had lost it. Dreaming the man holding him, branding his lips like he'd never felt, was the coworker he refused to give in too. He was *officially mental*!'
'But God, what a dream,' he thought, loudly moaning into the searing kiss. His body tried to turn. Wanting desperately to be flush with this mans hard lean body.
Understanding dawned on his tormentor, arms loosed enough to allow Orli's turn, lips never loosing contact. Orli moaned again.
'This wasn't possible, he wasn't doing this.'
He didn't want to open his eyes.
It felt too incredible, imagining the blond to be Vig.

'Stop' he told himself. You couldn't do this anyway. If this was Vig you'd..
"Ohh..Fuck!" He gasped softly against the others lips, as a firm steady pull from his partner ground the hard flesh of their denim encased cocks together. This time his partner moaned, lips parting on a breath of bliss.
Orli wasted no time, sliding his tongue through the opened barrier. The others tongue twirled round his, tasting, teasing.
'He would taste like this..feel like this in his arms. He deepened the kiss with his imagined Viggo, making the man moan again. His mind was swimming in a puddle..too shallow to dive in and get what he wanted..not deep enough to drown in these wondrous sensations.

"Stop tormenting me Vig!" He breathed against those talented lips in a feral needy growl. Guiding one of his partners hand to his arse, urging him on.
'Shit! What were the bloody chances his partner could have a name as uncommon as Vig? Fuck it! Who cares?'

The press of a forceful needy tongue showed he didn't care what he was called.
Searching, twirling, coaxing Orli's to follow his and explore.
Explore he did. 'Perfect...' He sighed heavily into the kiss, before letting his hips grind in helpless supplication to the others.

'No, you don't!' Orli tried to shake off what ever demon was suddenly possessing his brain..telling him to stop. He pulled harder. Forcing the other *completly* against his hard needy body, molding them together in every possible way.
"I need.." Orlando breathed in a sex crazed fog, "Pleease!"

Teeth nipped their way down, lips soothed the upward path, breath hot against his ear. "Come home with me Orli."
"Yes," Orlando breathed heavily into another searching, incredibly possessive kiss.

'Wait..Orli?..*Orli*? When did he tell the other his name..did he? And wouldn't he have said Orlando, *not* Orli..so...Noooo!'

TBC