You Are Amazing

Pairing: Viggo/Orlando, Sean B./Elijah
Summary: Viggo faces the challenge of being a loving and caring father for Henry and a passionate and considerate lover for Orlando. Can he be both?
Feedback: Is like a naked Orli in Viggo’s bed. Please feed me. laeglass_freak@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Orlando Bloom, Viggo Mortensen, Sean Bean, Elijah Wood and generally everyone mentioned in this story belong to themselves. I know nothing about their personal lives and/or sexual preferences. This never happened; I am making it all up.

Also, it is very important to practice safe sex, that is, to use condoms. Having sex without condoms is plain stupid. The characters of this story are fictional and can get away with it; you can’t.

Part Three

Viggo’s POV


I was woken by a wayward hand creeping up my thigh and squeezing my rigid cock. Mmm, nice; could certainly get used to waking up like this, I thought happily. “Morning, luv”, Orli breathed into my ear when he saw me open my eyes. “Your boy is in a mood for something naughty. Fancy a shag?” His voice was practically a purr.

The night before we had both been so exhausted that we’d fallen asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillows. I had of course noticed my lover being exceptionally quiet, up to the point that I had really started to worry, but he’d just shrugged it off and blamed the ‘bloody jet-lag’ and promised to be more lively in the morning. I was glad to hear that my brash young lover was back. I turned around so that I could see his lovely face properly.

“Good morning, beautiful. And yeah, I think I’d quite enjoy a morning shag”, I whispered smiling and leaned in to kiss his mouth. The brief kiss turned into a long and passionate one and when he finally parted we were both flustered. Orli’s hand kept working me beneath the covers and I had to say something before I embarrassed myself. “Keep doing that thing with your hand and I’ll go off in no time”, I said throatily when his wrist made an exceptionally clever move.

Orlando laughed and let go of my cock. I felt oddly disappointed but luckily that was only temporary; Orli glanced at me with a devilish grin on his face and before I could say anything he dived under the covers. All my words died in my throat when I felt him wrap his moist lips around the sensitive head of my cock. Jesus lord and all his saints. Orlando was way too good with his tongue; I was rapidly falling apart under his ministrations.

After a moment of bliss I couldn’t help it; I had to get him take it in deeper. My young boyfriend is such a tease when giving head; he nibbles and suckles on the head until you’re ready to weep and rage and promise him the world to make him take it all in. I threaded my fingers into his hair and gently pushed his head down. Orli let out a small breathy moan that let me know that he didn’t mind; quite the opposite. The noise went straight to my balls and I had to bite the palm of my other hand to keep from coming right away. I rather enjoyed making Orlando work for his high-protein breakfast…

I felt his throat working around the glans and his tongue tracing the fat vein on the underside of my cock. “Orlando, god… Keep doing that…” I was aware that I sounded like a whimpering idiot but I really couldn’t care less. All that was important right now was that the excellent tongue work continued. Suddenly Orli let my cock pop free from his mouth and concentrated on licking long, slow licks from the base to the swollen tip. I had to push the covers down to see my beautiful boy at work. Being an artist I appreciate visual stimulus and I’ll be damned if Orli doesn’t provide me with lusty images. When his tongue lapped at the precum I grabbed my shaft from the root and guided it back to my lover’s mouth, pushing his head down with my other hand.

“No teasing, Orli… Just suck me off”, I growled my command and saw how Orlando’s eyes darkened with lust. He looked up at me from beneath his impossibly long lashes and took my cock back into his mouth all the way. I kept my gaze fixed on the point where my glistening cock disappeared between his shining and slightly swollen lips. That sight defined the word ‘debauchery’.

Finally I started to feel the tingling that always preceded my orgasm; I could feel my balls drawing tight and then it was too late to do or say anything. “Oh God”, I moaned helplessly as a very powerful orgasm surged through me and I spilled my seed in my boyfriend’s mouth. I looked down at Orli and could see his throat working quickly, swallowing my load. Lovingly he licked me clean and then snuggled up to me.

“You should be illegal”, I murmured and nuzzled his smooth cheek with my nose, enjoying the feel of his silken skin that was free of blemishes. “I think I died and went to heaven.”

He giggled and looked at me coyly. “You think they give that good head in heaven?”

I swatted his enticing backside lightly. “Smartass.” Then I remembered him saying something about wanting a fuck and the slap turned into a caress. Mm, caress is nice. Note to self: must caress Orli’s ass more often. “You still want something to fill you up?”

Orlando nodded vehemently. “Uh-huh. You up to it, old man?” The question was accompanied by a cheeky grin.

“I’ll show you an old man”, I said huskily and flipped him over onto his stomach before he could voice any protests. Now, Orlando’s ass is something I can’t get enough of; it’s round and firm, and nicely muscled, too. “Hmm, I wonder what I should do with you”, I mused aloud and without giving my beloved any time to reply I bent down and licked a trail from the end of his spine to his little pink hole. Orli’s breath hitched and I could feel him tense briefly. I smiled smugly. My pretty boy loves getting rimmed and I love giving it. I guess we’re quite well matched.

I spread his ass cheeks with my hands and brought my tongue to his opening, giving it a few licks around the puckered flesh and then pushing my tongue inside. My sweet young Brit whimpered in pleasure and I had to do it again just to hear those lovely noises fall from his luscious lips. “Jesus Vig… I love it when you do that”, he moaned and pushed back against my tongue.

‘Me too, angel’, I thought but couldn’t say it since my tongue was busy elsewhere. Namely inside Orlando’s little hole. I could already feel my cock hardening anew and grinned triumphantly into Orli’s ass. Old man, indeed! I thought it was about time to show my baby that this old dog knows some tricks, too. I took a tube of strawberry-flavoured lube which was conveniently placed on the drawer and untopped it. Quickly I coated my erection with the slick substance and pumped it a few times.

“Aren’t you going to prepare me? You’re so fucking huge, I don’t think I can take it all in if you don’t stretch me first”, Orli said breathlessly, looking at me over his shoulder. His cheeks were flushed and his curls were in disarray. I tucked a strand behind his ear and smiled at him gently.

“Of course I will prepare you first, angel. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I squeezed a big dollop of the slippery substance on my fingers and reached between his buttocks. Orli involuntarily tightened his hole when my fingertip first touched it but he made a conscious effort to relax his muscles. Slowly I pushed one finger inside, curling it slightly to find his secret spot. Orli moaned in pleasure and pushed back eagerly against my finger. I smiled and added another digit to stretch him. When he was ready to take three of my fingers I decided he was stretched well enough. And judging by his breathless whimpers he, too, ached for something bigger to fill him.

“Ready to be fucked?” I breathed into Orli’s ear and saw him shiver with anticipation. He nodded eagerly and I chuckled at his wantonness. My sweet young love has this angel/slut thing going, very becoming if you ask me. Not to mention sexy as hell. I took a good hold of my dick and pressed the swollen head against his small opening. Orlando made a small noise in the back of his throat and tried to get up. I knew what he wanted so I indulged him and let him rise up onto all fours.

“Please fuck me Vig”, he pleaded and looked at me with his puppy-dog eyes. I could deny my angel anything so I pushed the head through his tight guardian muscle with one steady thrust. Orli let out a loud whimper and squeezed my cock involuntarily. Or voluntarily. I wouldn’t put it past my beautiful partner to try and manipulate me. But hell was he tight. I gritted my teeth, determined not to push in any deeper until he was ready.

“Easy, angel”, I soothed him and ran my hands down his flanks. “We have all morning, there’s no hurry. I’m gonna fuck you long and slow, make you scream before I let you come.” Now that I was inside him I wasn’t in any rush; I was quite content with having just the tip of my cock inside him, his tight ring of muscle squeezing the head deliciously. Actually I was quite intent in making Orli beg, just like he had made me beg mere minutes ago.

“But Henry will hear”, he protested meekly, pushing back into my cock. “It will be so fucking embarrassing if he hears us fucking.”

I slapped his backside. “You have such a dirty mouth, Orlando. Should I gag you? And don’t worry about Henry, he always sleeps late. He wouldn’t hear us even if we fucked in the kitchen.”

Orli winked at me. “You should fuck me in the kitchen one day, then. Couldn’t help noticing yesterday that the table is just about the right height.”

That’s my lover, cheeky and smart. I made him shut up by pushing all of my nine inches inside his tight hole in one smooth thrust. Orli’s smirk turned into an almost painful wince and I almost regretted being so rough with him when he opened his eyes and smiled at my expression. “What are you waiting for, a permission to fuck me? Just do it.”

And I did. At first I kept my thrusts long and slow, hitting his prostate with every other push, making Orli mewl in protest. I smiled a self-satisfied smile; I can be a bastard, too. Gradually I sped up the pace and changed the angle so that my cock would slide over his sweet spot with every thrust.

I certainly hoped that Henry was still asleep; Orlando was practically screaming in ecstasy in time with my thrusts and I actually considered gagging him. Usually I don’t mind him being loud in bed but there are some things you don’t want your kid to hear. I sure didn’t like the idea of Henry having to listen to us having sex. Things were hard enough for him as they were.

I slowed down and leaned forward to murmur in Orli’s ear. “You might want to keep your voice down. I know I said Henry’s still asleep, but we don’t want to wake him up like this, now do we?”

“No, definitely not”, Orlando panted. “But can you please not stop? I need to cum so bad.”

‘Makes two of us’, I thought but didn’t say it aloud. Hell, I’m not stupid. Orli would probably have cracked another joke about me being an old geezer, which I was intent to prove I was not. I took a good hold of his slender hips – Orli is way too thin, I absently thought – and gave a good stab against his sweet spot. His answering shriek chilled my blood. “Jesus Orli, I’m going to have to gag you after all if you can’t keep quiet!”

“Sorry, I will, just don’t stop”, he almost sobbed. “Please luv.”

I stroked his lower back and buttocks with my palms soothingly. “Shush love, I’m not angry at you. Let’s just try and not wake everyone up, ok?”

Without giving him any time to form a reply I resumed the steady thrusts and had him in the brink of an orgasm in no time. I swatted his hand away when he tried to grab his cock and jerk himself into oblivion. “Nuh-huh, this time you’re coming from the fucking alone”, I growled and pushed in balls deep. My young Brit whimpered deliriously and contracted wildly around the base of my member. I knew that he was close. Hell, so was I. But I wanted him to come first.

Orli had to place his hands against the headboard to keep his head from hitting it. My hips pistoned rapidly and after a few particularly deep and hard thrusts I could feel his hole tightening even further and clenching rapidly around me. Orli moaned loudly and I could almost hear the sound of his cum hitting the sheets below. That did it; I drove in three more times before I shot my load up his ass. I kept thrusting and prolonged my orgasm as well as his, judging by the incoherent moans and whimpers Orli let out. “Don’t pull out”, he said hastily when I tried to withdraw my cock from his well-used opening. “I rather like it when you’re there.”

I smiled and kissed the back of his neck gently. “I like it too.”

We lay there for quite some time but finally I had to take it out. Orli pouted in protest but I kissed the pout away. “So, are you pleased with your old man?” I asked when I had cleaned us up and we were once again cuddling. My lover laughed and nodded against my chest.

“I should probably call you old man more often, if this is what happens”, he said mischievously.

“Smartass”, I again said and kissed his forehead fondly. “Are you hungry? I could go downstairs and fix us something to eat.”

Orlando sighed contentedly, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking and shook his head. “Nah. If you don’t mind I’d like to sleep some more. I’m still fucking jet-lagged.”

“That’s okay. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me”, I told him and with a final kiss I got up and tried and look for some clothes to wear. All I could find was a pair of old jeans and a white t-shirt, my usual attire. It’s not practical to wear anything fancy when I’m home, since my artistic streak often surfaces without warning and I have to leave what I’m doing and just go into my studio and paint. Paint stains are a bitch. I do my own laundry so I should know.

I was surprised to see that Henry was already up and having a breakfast at the kitchen table. Shit. I hoped he hadn’t heard Orlando’s wild screams of ecstasy. “Morning dad”, he said looking up from his bowl of cereal. “Nice to be home, huh?”

I ruffled his hair – even though I knew he hates it when I do that – and wished him a good morning as well. “Sure, it’s good to be home. Next time I’m going to take you with me, if you want to come. Our Danish relatives gave me shit for not bringing you, too.” We looked at each other and grinned. Henry hates being smothered and that’s what inevitably happens when we visit the Mortensen clan in Denmark.

“Yeah, and it would be cool to see London, too”, Henry said and ate a spoonful of his Cheerios. “Are you going back there to collect your pictures after the exhibition closes?” He asked hopefully. “I could come with you, then.”

“I’m sending my agent over”, I replied apologetically. “I don’t think I’m that interested in travelling for a while. But if you want to hear what it’s like in London you could always ask Orli about it. He’s lived there all his life and could tell you plenty. I’m sure he’d be happy to tell you everything you want to know.”

Henry looked away and wrinkled his nose briefly. “No, it’s okay.”

‘I shouldn’t rush things’, I told myself. ‘It’s not just Orlando who has to get used to this new arrangement. This is hard for Henry, too.’

“So how’s school?” I asked. “English still your fave?”

My son gave me The Look. “Dad, don’t be an idiot. You were away for five weeks, not five years.”

Thank God for Henry. I just had to laugh. “You’re right, sorry. I’m your dad and have to make these idiotic questions. It’s part of the job.”

Suddenly Henry stood up and came to hug me. “I missed you, dad.” Then he leaned back and looked at me seriously. “Will everything be different now that he lives here too? I kinda liked it when it was just you and me. And mom, occasionally.”

This was the hard part. “Some things will be different, yes. But not all change is bad. Orlando is a really nice person and if you just gave him a fair chance you could see that too”, I carefully said to gauge his reaction. To my surprise Henry nodded, if a bit reluctantly.

“That’s what ‘Lij said yesterday. That I should be nice to him and get to know him a bit better before I decide if I like him or not. That it’s not fair to Orlando to dislike him at first sight. But it’s not that easy”, my son said defiantly and disentangled from my arms. “By the way, mom’s coming over. I called her and asked if I could stay with her next week.”

Alarm. I frowned. “Why? Weren’t you supposed to spend next week here? I thought that you’d want to spend time with me after I was gone for so long.” Fucking shit. I didn’t want Henry to stay at Exene’s; I wanted him to stay here with me and Orli. I had missed him so much and didn’t want to give him up so soon.

Henry shrugged. “Figured you wouldn’t miss me now that you have him. You’re probably just happy to have the house all for yourself. Don’t want to get in the way.”

“Henry Blake Mortensen!” I said angrily. Fuck, I was angry. What was this bullshit? I seriously thought that someone should buy me The Father’s Guide to Handling a Difficult Teenager for occasions such as this. I had no idea what to say, I just wanted to yell at him for thinking that I’d want to get rid of him. “Don’t ever say such stupid things again, you hear me? You’re not in the way, ever. And I’m not happy to see you leave with your mom; if it was up to me you’d live here permanently. Don’t ever think that you’re not welcome, that I don’t miss you while we’re apart.”

Henry’s eyes had teared up. “Fuck, dad, I’m sorry. I know that you don’t want me to go, but it’s just so hard to see you come home with a young guy like him. I don’t know what to think. It’s all so fucked up.”

“Henry, language”, I said mildly. I don’t usually reprimand him for using swear words since I do that often enough, too. “If you’re not comfortable with being here right now, I understand. And if you want to go and stay with your mother that’s OK. Just promise me that you won’t think that Orlando has taken your place. No-one can ever do that; there’s always a special place for you in my home and in my heart. That will never change.”

“I know”, Henry said and wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand. “I’m such a big baby. I don’t know why I get so worked up over this. It’s not like this has never happened to anyone before; Mikey’s dad got a young new girlfriend and Mikey hates her. Except that… I don’t really hate Orlando. I just don’t know him at all.”

“Mikey’s your friend from school?” I asked. Henry nodded.

“Yeah. And his dad’s girlfriend is like twenty. Mikey says that his mother hates her, too. That she says it was her fault that they got a divorce.”

Thin ice, tread carefully. “That may or may not be true. Usually it is not possible for a third party to break up a marriage if the marriage is a happy one. You do know that when your mother and I got a divorce there was no-one else involved, don’t you?” I asked. I wasn’t sure how much Henry remembered, him being only eight when Exene and I split up.

“I know. And I know that it’s not Orlando’s fault that you are gay.”

I smiled. “No, it’s not. So, are we okay?”

Henry nodded. “I guess. I think I’m still going to stay with mom, but maybe we could do something together someday. Like, go to Disneyland or something like that. Elijah said that he doesn’t need to do much stuff at the university this week, do you think that he and Sean could come as well?”

I felt relieved. Henry hadn’t mentioned Orlando, but he hadn’t said that he didn’t want him to come along, either. I guessed that was something. “You could always ask.” We heard a car pull into the driveway and an impatient honk; it was Exene. She has never had much patience.

“So, I’ll get going. Tell Lij and Sean about the plan, will you. And…” He hesitated for a moment before making up his mind. “I guess Orlando can come too, if he wants.”

“Okay. Now, come and give your dad a hug before you abandon me again”, I said mock-seriously and hugged my son. “Call me later today, will you? I do want to hear more about what’s been going on while I was away.”

“Sure”, Henry answered and took his bag. “I’ll say mom hi for you.”

“You do that.” I watched as my son walked out of the house and felt a small stab of guilt. I knew that I wouldn’t have let him go this easily if it wasn’t for Orlando. I just felt that it wouldn’t be wise to try and force Henry to accept Orli; he would surely warm up to him over time but it had to be his own decision. I thought that we all needed some time to get used to this situation. This wasn’t easy for either Henry or Orli. The two most important people in my life.

I was surprised when two slender arms wrapped around my shoulders. “I thought you were going to make me something to eat”, a male voice whispered.

“You just missed Henry, he want to stay at Exene’s”, I said and pulled my boy to sit on my lap. “And I was going to fix you something, but I wanted to talk with Henry first. I didn’t see much of him last night. Elijah selfishly kept him to himself all evening.”

Orli leaned to kiss me briefly on the mouth. “I know. I didn’t want to interrupt your discussion so I waited until he left. I didn’t think he would’ve liked seeing me so waited in the hallway. Are you mad at me?”

“Never, angel”, I replied. “Actually that was very considerate of you. I missed Henry a lot while I was in Europe; it was nice to have some time alone with him.”

“I know, baby. I love you.”

“And I love you, angel”, I said and took his lips in a kiss. Our nice session of snogging was interrupted by a knock on the door. I thought that Henry had forgotten something but then I realised that he wouldn’t have knocked. Orli glanced at me curiously and I shrugged. I had no idea who it was.

“The door’s open”, I yelled and saw Elijah and Sean step in. They came to the kitchen, seeing that I and Orli were there. Orlando got up from my lap and watched them – especially Sean – with uncertainty in his eyes, obviously not knowing how to greet them.

“Morning, lads”, Sean said gruffly. “Vig, you don’t happen to have any freshly made coffee? I’ve got a bitch of a hangover.”

He slumped on one the chairs and leaned his elbows on the table, rubbing his temples with his fingertips. He looked really hung-over and I almost felt sorry for the bastard. Almost.

Elijah rolled his eyes. “Quit bitching, Sean, you brought that on yourself. Morning Vig, Orli. We came to help you in cleaning the house after yesterday’s party. You must be jet-lagged as hell so I thought you could use some help.”

“’Lij, you’re a saint and I’m going to steal you away from that brute named Sean”, I announced and flung my arm over Elijah’s slight shoulders. The boy burst out laughing and even Beanie managed a grin.

“What about me?” Orli mock-pouted and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“You will carry the babies and take care of the house”, ‘Lij exclaimed, giggling until it was hard for him to draw breath. Orlando was amused too, his pout dissolving into a small smile.

“Calm down, luv”, Sean said smiling. “I fear ‘Lij has eaten too much sugar this morning, he’s overly cheery.”

I got up from my chair and filled the coffeemaker for Beanie. He looked at me with deep gratitude shining in his eyes and I grinned. “Least I can do, after all it’s because of my party that you’re now feeling like shit.” Sean grunted his affirmative response.

The boys had gotten quiet and I glanced at Orli over my shoulder. “You want coffee?” I asked but it seemed that he wasn’t listening to me. I saw Orlando biting his lip and looking at ‘Lij with an uncertain look on his face, obviously pondering something.

“Elijah, could I talk to you for a sec?” He finally asked in a quiet voice. ‘Lij looked at him curiously but nodded nonetheless and the boys left the kitchen to talk in private. Sean and I exchanged a look. No, I didn’t know what was going on, either. But I was going to ask Orli about it later.

“Actually, that suits me well since I wanted to talk to you alone”, Sean said. “About Orlando and you.”

“Shoot.” I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea but I decided to hear him out. After all, Sean’s been a good friend of mine for over a decade, and the guy knows me pretty well by now.

“Is he permanent?” Beanie asked in his no-bullshit manner. The look I gave had to be pretty intimidating since he was quick to continue. “Look Vig, it’s not like I don’t understand your interest in him; he’s young and sexy and totally do-able. And it’s OK to shag a teenager every now and then, as long as they’re old enough to know what they’re doing. Keeps you young and all that. But you shouldn’t get emotionally involved”, he said and leaned forward to emphasize his words. “Mate, I’m just worried that you’re in for heartbreak if you continue like this. The wise thing to do would be to drive that kid back to the airport and send him back to England.”

Silence fell between us and I couldn’t help the glare I aimed at him. Of course I appreciated the concern and the fact that he cared about me but it’s not like I’m a fucking teenager with a crush. I’m a grown man who is in love.

“Yes, he is permanent”, I said pointedly. “For your information, not that it’s any of your business, I don’t just ‘shag’ Orli; I love him. And I’m not sending him back. Besides, you should know that some teenagers are more mature than others. After all, wasn’t ‘Lij nineteen when you met him, and now you’ve moved together and all? You shouldn’t dislike Orli just because he’s so young.”

“I don’t dislike him”, Sean argued. “For all I know he’s a nice boy and all. I just think that he’s too young for you, too inexperienced you might say. And are you sure that he’s not just after your money? I mean, you’re famous, rich and gorgeous, who wouldn’t want you? I’m just saying that maybe his heart is not in this as much as it should be.”

“Give it a slack, will you? Orlando is not a gold digger”, I said and looked at my best friend sternly. Sean’s a sweetheart most of the time but sometimes he just doesn’t know when to shut it. “So, you have any idea what secrets our boys are sharing?” I asked just to change the subject.

He shrugged. “No idea. Seemed like your twink had something special in mind. Maybe he wants ‘Lij to give him some fashion advice. The kid’s got a good taste for clothes, have to admit”, Sean said and smiled. I had to smile, too.

Beanie tries to act like a badass but in reality he’s very much in love with Elijah. He doesn’t do public displays of affection or lovey-dovey talk but it doesn’t mean that he’s an insensitive bastard. Well, sometimes he is an insensitive bastard but I believe he’s quite a romantic when he’s alone with ‘Lij. Why would the boy put up with him otherwise?

“Or maybe they’re cheating on us already”, I joked and we both grinned. Yeah, like that would happen. I know for a fact that Orli would never do that to me. He’s told me enough times how much he loves me, and how much our relationship means to him. But I still couldn’t help wondering where Elijah and Orli had gone. The expression on my lover’s face had been so serious and kind of sad.

Suddenly Sean’s face sobered and he looked at me uncomfortably. “Shit, I almost forgot. Karl called me when you were away.”

Karl? Well fuck me. I didn’t think I would ever hear from him again. I frowned in annoyance. “Karl? What did he want? And why did he call you?”

“He said that he couldn’t reach you, that your number was busy every time he tried to call. I don’t know what he wanted. I promised to tell you that he had tried to contact you. That’s all I know.” Sean looked apologetic. He knew what it had been like between me and Karl. Fuck. I really didn’t need this right now. “What are you going to tell Orlando?”

I ran my fingers through my hair. “Hell, I don’t know. I haven’t told anything him about Karl; figured I’d never need to. Last time I saw Karl he made it perfectly clear that we have nothing to talk about. Shit! I really don’t want to deal with him right now when I have my hands full with Henry and Orli!”

Sean patted my back sympathetically. “It’s probably nothing serious. Maybe Karl just wants to make peace. If I recall correctly you parted ways in quite unfriendly terms. Surely he doesn’t want you back after all this time. And if he does he will definitely back off as soon as he hears about Orlando.”

I laughed bitterly. “If Karl hears about Orlando he will probably try and come between us just to get back at me. I don’t trust him. He’s a cunning bastard and he’s up to something; I can feel it. But I’ll be damned if I let him fool me a second time.”

The last thing I wanted was to confront Karl. Shit! I knew that if Karl was back in business that would cause some problems between me and Orli. I looked at Beanie and smiled grimly. “Think you could fix me a drink? Preferably a stiff one.” I suddenly yearned for alcohol’s mind-numbing effects. How in hell was I going to explain this to Orlando?


~ tbc ~


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