Something he finally did right.

Orlando hummed to himself as wandered rather dreamily into the kitchen of his London home. It had taken a long time, almost eighteen months, but finally it seemed that he had got his life back under his control. He had finally restored some sort of order and balance to his complex and chaotic affairs.

Orlando had finally found a measure of his truth.  The real Orlando Bloom was really back. He shuddered at the memory of some of the scenes he had lived through in various offices on both sides of the Atlantic, in the last few months.  It had been very hard, full of confrontation and argument, two things that he preferred to avoid but he had managed, quite well, in the end.

Robin had been by far the worst. She had ranted and raved at him over a period of weeks and turned the not inconsiderable forces of her publicity empire against him. Basically telling both him and anyone else she could reach that he was a crap actor and that without her he would sink without trace.  Orlando had been fortunate, his genuine integrity around fellow co-stars had won him a number of ‘friends’ who all came out strongly on his behalf whenever they were interviewed and sometimes whether they were asked directly or not. Lead of course by that solid member of both the UK and Hollywood acting fraternity one Mr Sean Bean.  Sean’s support had meant a lot to Orlando particularly in view of what Orlando had asked Sean to do. Needless to say he now had a new publicist.  Robin had been replaced and hadn’t managed to either bankrupt Orlando or, it seemed, totally wreck his career, thanks to the astute lawyer Elijah had introduced him to.

Marilyn had stayed on board as his LA agent but with much reduced influence and under a very different contract.  Orlando still didn’t quite trust the American woman.  He was still too aware of how easily she had let Robin take control of seemingly everything, but in terms of getting and negotiating for work she was a decent agent.  If Orlando wanted advice about a role or his career these days he made sure he asked his actor friends and then made his own mind up before he told his agent what he would and wouldn’t be doing. Not the other way around.  Surprisingly it worked, so far he seemed to have done ok on his own.

Kate had been really cool. The lass was no fool and understood as soon as Orlando tried to talk to her, in fact, she went out of her own way to help him.  In a strange way they had kind of ended up as good friends.

All in all, it had all turned out ok in the end. The parasites who had messed up so much of his life were either gone, or had their influence seriously reduced. The only person responsible for making his choices now was Orlando and the people around him both accepted and respected that.

Happiness was relative of course but for the most part Orlando was happy, well as happy as he could ever expect to be anyway.  Under the circumstances.

He had been lucky in other ways too. His Mum and Sam had supported him all the way down the line with the changes that he had made in his life. Well almost all the way, they thought he was a complete wanker to break up with Viggo, but they had accepted it as his decision and as something he felt he had to do at the time. One thing they would fully support, though, was any attempt he made to get Viggo back.  Both the Bloom ladies had told him that he could recruit them any time to help in any way.  They both loved Viggo and really wanted to see Orlando back with the man who made him so happy.

And there was the final hurdle.  The one area of his life that he still needed to deal with.

He would always be eternally and profoundly grateful to Sean for his role and his friendship over the last eighteen months. The bluff Yorkshire man had managed to somehow keep trust with both Orlando and Viggo without alienating either of them. Keeping them both in touch with each others lives, through him, without betraying confidence on either side. Orlando had no idea how he had done it, but knew he would be forever indebted to Sean, that he had.  As a result Orlando had some understanding of how things were with Viggo.  Sean was convinced that Orlando still had Viggo’s love. Whether that was enough for there to be a way back for them he couldn’t say and Orlando knew it wasn’t fair to ask but Sean had agreed that Orlando should give it a try.

“He won’t come to you Orlando.” Sean had said. “No matter how much I tell him of how things have changed now and how strong you have been.  And lets face it, why should he?  You walked out on him after all. You hurt him very badly. No matter how much he understands why you acted the way you did and no matter how much he blames himself for some of what happens. He still got very badly hurt and he still isn’t fully healed but I see no reason why you shouldn’t make the first move.”

Orlando agreed.  It had been him that ended it, so it was up to him to mend it.  Orlando didn’t care about pride or anything else, he just cared about Viggo. He wanted Viggo back in his life so much it was as much a physical pain as leaving him had been months before.

The question was, how? Just thinking about Viggo turned his bones to jelly and his brain to mush, but he had to think clearly about this.  He could not afford to make a mistake and lose Viggo totally forever, that didn’t even begin to bear thinking about.

It took Orlando two days to decide he had to go to L.A., and then another two days to find the courage to call Viggo and ask if he could visit. The only way to do this was face to face, but the last thing Orlando wanted to do was to surprise Viggo by just turning up. And if he was honest, he wanted to get some idea of the kind of reception he might get.

That evening Orlando sat nervously with the phone in his hands.

 'Ok, here goes,' he thought and after taking a deep breath he dialled Viggo’s number. Desperately hoping that he got Viggo and not the answering machine.  The phone was ringing.

“Hello.” Viggo had picked up.

'Oh fuck!  That voice! That wonderful quiet, raspy, sexy voice. Ok Bloom, say something, it’s a phone you have to talk into it.'

“Hello Viggo.” There was no need to tell Viggo who it was.

There was a pause on the line. Orlando held his breath, how would Viggo react. 

'Please God don’t let him put the phone down.'

But Orlando needn’t have worried.

“Orlando!  It’s good to hear from you.”

Relief.  Well at least that sounded ok.

“It’s good to hear you too, Viggo.”  And it was. Almost too good.

“So.”  Viggo went on.  “To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?”

Dam the man for being one step ahead all the time.

“Well, I’m coming to LA in a couple of days and wondered if …if I could come and see you?”

There he had said it.  Now all he could do was hope.

“Sure. When do you want to come visit?”

Orlando could hardly believe his ears. He offered up fervent thanks to whatever deity seemed to be watching over him right now. Could it really be this easy?

“Great!  Would Wednesday be ok, around mid morning?”

“Wednesday will be fine, Orlando.”

Orlando couldn’t keep the smile out of his voice.  He had cleared the first hurdle at least.

“Cool! Thanks, Viggo. I’ll see you Wednesday then.”

“I’ll look forward to it.”

Viggo put the phone down quietly and walked into the studio. Orlando was coming to see him. He wondered what that could mean. He knew what he wanted it to mean, but Viggo squashed that thought immediately. He had been very badly hurt. He knew Orlando hadn’t ever wanted to hurt him but the fact was that he had.  If Viggo thought about it he could still feel the pain that Orlando had caused him.  Still feel that tight intense pounding that had stayed with him for so many days and nights.  And when it hadn’t been that it had been the aching emptiness that surrounded him inside and out like a malignant shadow.  The pounding had eventually faded to a dull throb that only returned on particularly bad days but the emptiness was there all the time. The emptiness never really left him.

Viggo had discussed all that had happened long and hard with Sean. In the end he felt that Orlando hadn’t been wholly to blame. Viggo had taken too much of a distant stance on Orlando’s career.  He had wanted so much not to interfere that he had failed completely to help and had failed to see when things began to collapse for Orlando and of course eventually for him too. He even knew that in many ways his total non interference directive had started as far back as New Zealand.  Sean had gently pointed out some examples to him in his usual quiet way couched in his usual terms of perhaps and maybe but truth none the less. Viggo knew that he had gotten so wrapped up in being noble about everything and doing nothing that could cause Orlando embarrassment or anything like it, that he had failed to intervene when Orlando really did need rescuing. Viggo had been trying so hard not to overwhelm, over influence and over control that he had in effect helped push Orlando into the arms of the ‘parasites’ who had eventually taken over his and then their lives.  In the end Orlando hadn’t really been able to go to the one person who could advise him best because that person was too caught up in trying so hard not to advise him.  Orlando had ended up having to go else where. But no matter how much Viggo could rationalise the whole thing it couldn’t take away the pain.

He didn’t know why Orlando was coming. He hoped, he so desperately hoped, it was because Orlando still loved him. He hoped this was so because one thing Viggo did know was that he still loved Orlando as much as ever. More than ever, if that were possible. Whether that was a good enough basis for there to be a future for them Viggo didn’t know. But then he didn’t know that Orlando wanted there to be a future for them.  He just hoped.

********************

The taxi dropped Orlando off at Viggo’s beach house at exactly 11.00am.  God there were times when Orlando wished he still smoked.  A million things were running through his head about what to say and do.  About how to go about this. Would Viggo even want to discuss anything or would he just want a pleasant social call from an old friend. Ouch, Orlando wasn’t sure he could ‘just be friends’ with Viggo. Oh Jeeeeeesus this was hard.

The thing that hit him hardest as he paid the cab driver was the strangeness of being dropped off as a visitor at what used to be his home. It all seemed so familiar and yet not, in a funny way and he had never come here before unsure of the reception he would get. Till he ruined it this driveway and doorstep had always been associated with joyous homecomings when he couldn’t wait to see his Viggo again, either after time working away or visiting home.  Now he didn’t know what to expect.

Oh well, he was here now and the taxi had left so he might as well ring the bell.  Another strange one that, ringing the bell at what used to be your own front door.   The familiar chimes sounded inside the house. Orlando held his breath as he waited and expelled it as the door finally opened.

Oh Fuck! Viggo!  Still as beautiful as ever. Blue eyes smiling with what seemed a genuine warmth. Red-gold hair flopping around that gorgeous face.  Gentle slightly crooked smile.  Everything Orlando loved, all wrapped up in one perfect man, standing in front of him.

“Orlando!!”

“Hi Viggo.”

“Come on in.”

He followed Viggo through into what still was the old sun lounge.  It hadn’t changed much except that their old couch was gone.  Orlando wasn’t really surprised - it probably held too many memories. He wondered what Viggo had done with it.  Part of him desperately hoped Viggo hadn’t thrown it out, yet another part of him wouldn’t blame Viggo if he had.

“I made us some tea, or some lemonade.”  Viggo pointed at the cups and the pitcher on the small table. “If you still like it…”

“You know I’ll always love your lemonade, Viggo.”  Orlando smiled. Viggo made wonderful real lemonade.  And that simple honest statement helped break a little of the tension between the two men.

“Well, sit down then and let me pour you some.”  Viggo gestured at the new couch by the window, so Orlando went and sat, while Viggo poured the lemonade and Orlando breathed a small sigh of relief when Viggo seated himself on the same couch.  He didn’t sit right next to Orlando but at least he wasn’t sitting as far away as possible. That was a good sign wasn’t it?

“So, how have you been?” Viggo asked.

Orlando decided that direct honesty was the best policy now. “To be honest it was shit a first, total shit, but I only had myself to blame and it got better.  I’m ok now…well kinda.”

Viggo looked at Orlando and then out of the window to the ocean his face unreadable.

“How have you been, Viggo?”

Viggo didn’t shift his gaze. “The same.” He said quietly. “Shit to start with, but getting better now…slowly.”

Suddenly he turned and fixed Orlando with that penetrating blue eyed gaze. Viggo couldn’t help himself, he had to know.  He had to know why Orlando had come to him now, here, today.

“Why are you here, Orlando?”

Now it was Orlando’s turn to look away.  He looked down at his fingers, restlessly twisting the edge of his t-shirt.

'Come on Bloom tell him, he wants to know, courage.  Oh where the hell was bloody Legolas when you needed him.  Needed the elf’s courage and backbone. Needed his calm steady presence. Oh well, no elf, have to do this on your own Bloom.'

Viggo was waiting quietly for an answer.

Orlando took a deep breath.  “Because I wanted to…I hoped we could talk.”  Finally he looked up at Viggo.

“Talk about what, Orlando?”

“Us... this... what happened.  What I did?”

Viggo didn’t dare hope, was Orlando saying what he thought he might be saying. He had to know.

“Why, Orlando? Why do you want to talk about us, about what happened, why?” Viggo knew he wasn’t being exactly fair forcing the issue like this but…

Orlando didn’t understand why Viggo was pushing him like this, it seemed more than a little unfair but then he hadn’t exactly been fair all those months ago, had he? All he could do was try and find the right words and plough on, hoping…

“Because, because I hoped, Viggo.  I hoped, oh I don’t know. I suppose I hoped there might still BE some hope. I hoped that even though I fucked things up the way I did, that there might still be something…something good left somewhere…something we could maybe use to get us past my evil stupidity...”  Orlando got up and retrieved his jacket from the floor. “Guess I was wrong.  I’m so sorry Vig. ” The tears were almost falling but Orlando fought for control.  “I shouldn’t have come. Sorry.” He turned and began walking to the door.

Viggo was off the couch in a flash.  He stood directly in front of Orlando effectively blocking his path.

“No Orlando! I’m sorry. Please don’t leave.  I let you go once before and it was the worst mistake of my life. I will not make the same mistake again.”

Orlando looked up into Viggo’s face; he saw the vulnerability and pain from his own eyes reflected in the blue ones gazing back at him.

Viggo reached out and took both Orlando’s hands in his holding only the fingers and holding only lightly, but to Orlando it was like a lifebelt thrown to a drowning man.

“Please Orlando.” Viggo whispered. “Please, let’s sit down and talk.”

“Ok,” suddenly there was a flicker of hope again in Orlando’s heart. “I’d like to do that, yeah.”

Relief washed over Viggo in waves.

'Please God, don’t let me screw this up,' he prayed fervently.

Pulling gently on Orlando’s hands he led them back to the couch and they sat facing each other, hands still clasped and suddenly it was as if the relief had unlocked a dam in both of them.   Without any further prompting they started to talk.  And oh how they talked.

They talked for the rest of the day and on into the night. Occasionally they dozed for a few minutes but as soon as they both woke again they started talking again.  They talked about everything. Orlando explained about that last year he and Viggo were together about the pressure and the arguments with his ‘advisors’ and how he had felt trapped and cornered and bullied till eventually he had ended up doing the one thing he never ever really wanted to do. And Viggo explained about how he had so much wanted to never be accused of controlling or manipulating Orlando that he had ended up almost pushing him into the very hands of the people he had wanted Orlando to avoid, and then instead of trying to stop it he got caught up with a misguided sense of nobility and just let Orlando go. Orlando apologised over and over again for not having the strength to keep fighting and Viggo apologised for not fighting with him, for him. They both knew apologies couldn’t change anything but it helped to sooth the hurt and the pain.  By the next day they had moved on to describing the months they had spent apart.  Viggo told Orlando about his time in England with Sean and how Sean’s quiet unobtrusive presence and gentle advice had helped him to heal and helped him to hope. Orlando described how he had changed his ‘people’.  About the row with Robin and how he had had to face the confrontation, the nastiness, the lies that had been told, the truth that had finally come out, the legal battles some of which were still going on.  He told it all. Also he told about his meetings with Sean about how Sean had kept him in touch with Viggo’s life without divulging any confidences, how Sean had helped him too to heal and to hope.  To understand that sometimes you have to show how much you love someone by letting them go and hoping they will one day return.

It all came out from both of them every detail, every thought, every feeling.  Absolute honesty, absolute honesty that demonstrated absolute trust.

All both of them really wanted to do was show the other how they felt how much they loved…

Orlando had determined long ago that if ever Viggo allowed him back into his life he would set about showing him just how much he meant to Orlando from the word go.  That if they had any kind of a future together Orlando’s first thought would always be for Viggo not his career, not himself just Viggo.

Viggo was daring to hope at last.  What had been a flicker a few hours ago was now a steady little bonfire burning away somewhere in the depths of Viggo’s heart. How did he turn his hope into action and reality?

“Now what, Vig?” Orlando asked when he realised they really had told each other everything they could.

“I don’t know.”  And Viggo didn’t. He knew what he wanted.  He wanted to take Orlando in his arms and love him till neither of them could move or think or even breathe but he still didn’t have the confidence to know if that was truly what Orlando wanted. But surely if it wasn’t Orlando wouldn’t still be here.  Wouldn’t have talked the way he had. Sometimes Viggo decided you just had to take the risk even if it meant getting hurt so badly he might not recover this time if he had got it wrong.

Orlando had stood up and was gazing out across the yard to the beach and the ocean beyond. Dare he risk it; dare he act on his hope?  He dropped his gaze to hide the emotion in his eyes as he heard Viggo come to stand at the side of him.  As Viggo turned Orlando held his breath…

“Do you want this, Orlando?” Viggo’s voice was a raspy whisper. “Do you want us to try again?”

Orlando couldn’t breathe at all now.

“Oh God Please, Vig. Yes. Please. So much,” he choked on the words.  Somewhere a part of Orlando was praying to gods he didn’t know, praying that Viggo’s next words would confirm that he wanted it too.

Orlando’s eyes had dropped again he dare not look at Viggo.

“That’s good,” Viggo went on “’Cos I think I want to try again too.”

Orlando went dizzy with relief.

Viggo reached out his hand and tilted Orlando’s chin back up… blue -grey eyes met deep brown and for a while they just gazed at each other. Then as if pulled by invisible strings they began to move. The kiss when it came then was everything they both remembered, gentle, tender, gradually becoming deep and passionate.  Everything a kiss should be.  Heat pooled low in Viggo bringing with it an old familiar rising tension, a tension he had wondered during these past months if he would ever really feel again.  Orlando wrapped his arms around Viggo, pulling him closer. Pulling their bodies into full contact.  Orlando needed that contact now; he needed to know if this was having the same effect on Viggo as it was on him.  Oh God how he hoped it was. Viggo deepened the kiss even more and let his hands drift slowly down Orlando’s back and over the swell of his ass, pressing their hips together and grinding their erections into sizzling contact.  They could both feel the heat of their arousal, even through layers of jeans and boxers.

Orlando moaned raggedly into Viggo’s mouth.  Viggo broke the kiss and pulled back a little to look at Orlando’s face, his own desire shining in his eyes.

“What do you want, Angel?”

Orlando almost collapsed at the use of his old pet name. Viggo felt Orlando tremble and tightened his hold, supporting Orlando against his own body.

“You, Vig. I want you. Need you.”

“You’ve got me, babe.  I’m right here.”

“Vig!” Orlando almost sobbed. “Don’t tease, not after all this time. Pleeeeeeese!”

Viggo stroked gentle, soothing circles on Orlando’s back.  It had cost the young man a lot to come here to him and Orlando was right, it was wrong of him to tease.  But Viggo’s relief that he finally had his angel back was like a riotous bubbling stream that he was finding it hard to keep a hold of.

“Ok Angel. I’m sorry. You’re right, I shouldn’t tease. Let’s go to bed.”

He took Orlando by the hand and led him up the stairs into the bedroom and once there, he pulled Orlando into another searing kiss.

Although short, the walk to the bedroom had succeeded in restoring a measure of Orlando’s control and he reminded himself that he had determined that he would begin by making love to Viggo.  He needed to show Viggo how much he really truly loved him. That in spite of what Viggo had told him, this was about Viggo. About showing Viggo how he felt. Showing Viggo that he could trust him. Showing Viggo that this time he wasn’t ever going to leave. That the days of Orlando doing stupid things and Viggo paying the price were over.

With these thoughts uppermost in his mind he gently pushed Viggo’s hands behind his back and held them there, clasped lightly together in one of his own, while the other undid the button and lowered the zip on Viggo’s jeans.  Seeming to understand exactly what Orlando needed Viggo stood still and simply let him have his way, loving the way Orlando wanted to do this just for him.

Orlando reached his hand inside Viggo’s now open jeans and covered his throbbing erection. The simple move acted like a trigger and Viggo’s hips thrust forwards into the touch and he moaned quietly around the kiss.  Letting go of the imprisoned hands, Orlando began to unbutton Viggo’s shirt.  He followed the trail of gradually revealed flesh with his own trail of hot, tender, open mouthed kisses.  Viggo’s breath hitched with each contact of Orlando’s lips. He had longed for this feeling for so many lonely nights.  He wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to stand much more, this was pure ecstasy.

When Orlando’s mouth reached the waistband of Viggo’s boxers he dropped to his knees taking the boxers and jeans down with him, releasing Viggo’s straining erection.  Then, once he had freed Viggo’s feet from the tangle of underwear and jeans, he began the trail of hot open mouthed kisses again, all the way back up Viggo’s long, long legs, till finally without any warning he took the whole length of Viggo’s throbbing, weeping cock deep into his mouth in one go. Swallowing around it so that the head was embedded deep down his throat and his lips were clamped firmly around the root.  Viggo was whimpering almost constantly now.  This, he remembered as he looked down at the dark head, was one of Orlando’s more amazing skills and he had to fight not to come there and then, just from the feel of that soft, wet heat surrounding his cock.  Orlando stayed completely still for a moment. Revelling in the taste and smell that he had missed so, so much, the taste and smell that was Viggo.  Once he had breathed his fill, he glanced up once at Viggo and then slowly but firmly he began to move.  Sucking Viggo’s cock from root to tip. Working his tongue around the shaft and over the head with each sweeping glide.  That glance nearly ended it for Viggo.  He fought to keep his hips still, resting his hands gently on Orlando’s head, winding his fingers in the glossy brown curls.   But Orlando wanted him to move.  He wanted Viggo to take what he was giving him. He clasped his hands firmly on the cheeks of Viggo’s ass, pressing him forward, so that before long Viggo was thrusting his cock to meet the rhythm of Orlando’s ever willing mouth. Orlando let the rhythm and the heat do its work and as he felt the tension build in Viggo he increased both the pace and the sucking until Viggo lost control completely and came forcefully into Orlando’s mouth.  Orlando kept on sucking and swallowing until he had milked all of Viggo’s essence before finally letting go of Viggo’s cock, unable to stop himself smiling a little as he looked up at Viggo’s glorious post orgasm expression.  They were both breathing hard.  Viggo was trembling still and he collapsed onto the bed pulling Orlando down with him.   It had been so long, such a long, lonely time since he had experienced this intensity of love making and emotion that Viggo was having a hard time recovering. He claimed Orlando’s lips in another passionate kiss in an attempt to regain some control.   It worked…well kind of.

“Oh Angel!” the voice was a hoarse whisper.  "You don’t know how much I dreamed about his.”

Orlando smiled and brushed the damp hair away from Viggo’s face.

“Yes I do love,” he murmured.  “Because I dreamed of it too, night, after night.”

Viggo reached down and cupped Orlando’s balls through his jeans. Feeling his erection jump even in that confined space.

“God I’m a selfish bastard!” He said.  “I’ve done nothing for you my Angel”

Orlando pinned him with a penetrating gaze.

“Yes you have, Vig.  You’ve done everything.  You’ve let me back in. I wanted to; needed to, need to do this for you." Orlando’s voice had grown surprisingly fierce.   “I needed to do it, Vig.”

Viggo nodded his understanding as he began removing Orlando’s jeans. He realised that what Orlando said was the naked, unadorned truth and if anything he loved him more for that simple honesty.

“Will you do something else for me now, Angel?”

Viggo reached over into the bedside table for the lube that was still there and gave it to Orlando.  He didn’t bother with the condoms, he knew now that neither of them had even considered being with anyone else.

“Will you fuck me?   Please. I need to feel you deep inside of me.”

Oh God, Orlando almost couldn’t breathe. This was too much, too wonderful. Orlando nodded.  “Of course I will love.”   He paused, a little smile playing around his lips.  “On one condition.”

“What’s that?”

The little smile grew just a fraction bigger.

“That you fuck me after.”

Viggo smiled too as he said.   “Oh I think I could manage that.”   And Orlando found himself consumed and breathless in Viggo’s kiss once more.

Suddenly, it was as if the kiss had flipped switch inside both of them.  In seconds both men were breathing almost too heavily again, but although Orlando ached with desire and his cock was throbbing with an intense need for release, he was determined, as before, that this should be about satisfying Viggo.   Viggo had asked and Orlando was determined to give Viggo everything he could.  He ghosted his hands all over Viggo’s beautifully muscled body. Touching, teasing, remembering, re-learning all the old familiar curves and shapes and places. Oh how he had missed this body, this feeling, this beautiful man under his fingers. And now Viggo was touching him back. Gentle light tender touches telling Orlando just the same, just how much Viggo had missed this feeling, missed this touching, missed being this close.  They revelled in each others touch, gloried in it.  Lost themselves in the sheer feel of one another, skin on skin, body on body, writhing, trying to get as much contact as possible.  But gradually Orlando could feel the tension building again in the older man’s body.

“Angel, please.  I need you in me.   Please!” 

Orlando heard the plea and reached onto the bedside table for the lube.  He coated his fingers and then sliding them gently along Viggo’s ass gently pushed one past the tight ring of muscle and into Viggo’s body.  Viggo moaned a kind of a gravely, grating, growly moan and pushed back against him so Orlando added a second finger and curled them gently inside, brushing over the secret bundle of nerves deep inside Viggo.  The effect was electric.  Viggo’s back arched and he growled even deeper somewhere in the back of his throat.  As he continued to stroke him inside, Orlando leaned over and once more took Viggo’s already stirring cock into his mouth again.  As his tongue teased Viggo to full hardness once more Orlando added a third finger to the two already deep inside Viggo.  He knew Viggo hadn’t done this since he had left and he was determined that this wouldn’t hurt his wonderful, loving Viggo no matter how much Viggo urged him on.

Viggo couldn’t wait now; his body was strung like a finely tuned instrument. It throbbed and pulsated with need. He needed Orlando now.

“Orlando, Angel. Please!  I need YOU NOW!”

Orlando heard the absolute desperation in the words and moved to position himself between Viggo’s legs.  Viggo instantly wrapped his long legs around Orlando’s waist, pulling him forwards.

“Look at me, Vig,” he whispered.

Blue-grey eyes locked with brown.  Each filled with love and desire. Then slowly, Orlando buried himself inside Viggo.  Both men groaned at the long missed, totally overpowering mix of sensations. 

Finally, Viggo felt complete, whole, filled, filled to over flowing, it was…exactly right.

Orlando felt as though he had come home. Home to his Viggo’s arms.  Home to his Viggo’s body. Home to his Viggo’s love.

Orlando paused briefly, then gently and tenderly he began to move. He angled each slow thrust to hit that wonderful secret spot inside Viggo each time and he kept his eyes locked on Viggo.  He wanted to show Viggo with each thrust, each movement, each touch, how much he loved him, how much Viggo meant to him, how much he cherished Viggo and how unutterably glad he was that Viggo was allowing him to do this and allowing him back in his life.  He poured all these thoughts and feelings into every movement, every glide and every thrust.  Concentrated and focused wholly on giving Viggo all his love.

And Viggo knew.  He knew everything that Orlando was telling him.  He knew it all and he had it all.

Viggo knew now he would be eternally grateful to Sean for keeping faith with both of them. For keeping the faith for both of them.  It was as if they had both given him their love for each other to guard and protect and keep safe through all the darkness; and he had.  He had kept it safe, guarded it and protected it from all the hurt and pain and anguish of the past few months. Kept it safe and precious, ready for precisely this moment. Ready for when they would both reclaim it and return it to each other…like this. Exactly like this. This was how it should be. Viggo knew.  The dark days were over; his Angel was here inside him. Viggo felt like he had wings.

Tears gathered in Viggo’s eyes.

“Oh Angel, I love you.”  He whispered letting them fall.

Tears spilled down Orlando’s cheeks in response.

He took Viggo’s cock in one hand and laced the fingers of his other with Viggo’s.

“I love you too Vig. Oh God!  I love you too.”

With that simple assurance given and received Orlando gradually increased his pace.  The tight, velvety, warmth of Viggo’s body around his, finally overpowering his control. He matched the rhythm of his hand on Viggo’s cock with the now powerful rhythm of his thrusts inside and felt Viggo’s muscles begin to tighten.

He gazed deeply into Viggo’s eyes. “Come with me, Vig!  Come with me!”

And they both flew.  Together.

They flew for what seemed like hours and hours and miles and miles …and landed soft, safe, wrapped in each other.  Home.

The sun was going down in a blaze of fiery gold when Orlando woke suddenly from his doze.  The first thing he saw was Viggo smiling gently down at him and the split second panic that it might all have been a fantastic dream and not reality, vanished like a whiff of cloud.

Viggo didn’t speak.  Instead he smiled, leaned down and covered Orlando’s lips with his own. His tongue sought entrance and the kiss deepened. Orlando moaned his approval softly and felt Viggo smile even more within the kiss.

Two pairs of hands began to roam, gently stroking over sleep warmed flesh. But this time it was Viggo who was determined to do all the giving. This time Viggo wanted to demonstrate his feelings.  Wanted to take Orlando on this fantastic journey into the wild and exotic landscape that was Viggo’s love for him.

He moved the kiss from Orlando’s mouth down the elegant column of his neck.  Licking, nipping, sucking his way along each of Orlando’s shoulders. Teasing both his nipples into firm erect peaks before moving on down the toned muscled abs and stomach. He used his fingers to trace the opposite path up the inside of Orlando’s thighs, light touches in swirling patterns.  Till eventually mouth and fingers met around Orlando’s erection, now rising proudly from its bed of dark curls.

“Oh Vig!”  Orlando whimpered, overpowered by sensation and desire.

Viggo smiled as he swirled his tongue around the head of Orlando’s cock, teasing out the drops of pre-cum. Enjoying the taste he had missed so much.  There was a little mewl of protest from Orlando’s lips as Viggo removed his mouth but it got lost as Viggo claimed those same lips for another passionate kiss. 

Orlando heard the cap flip on the lube bottle and within seconds felt a finger push gently inside him. He moaned again pushing against the finger till Viggo added a second and then a third.  Orlando began to seriously growl. At this Viggo broke the kiss to gently push Orlando over onto his hands and knees. His fingers still steadily working inside.

Orlando’s breathing had turned to rapid panting gasps now.

“Oh fuck, Vig. Please!  Need! You!”  Ok so coherency had gone but who cared as long as Viggo understood and Orlando knew he did.

Viggo removed his fingers and stroked his other hand down Orlando’s side to rest on his hip.

“Ok, Angel.”   Viggo completed coating his cock with lube.

“You’ve got me,”   He said sliding deep into Orlando in one long smooth thrust.

“Ohhhh fuck!”  Orlando breathed.

This was bliss.  This was perfect. This was heaven.

Viggo clasped his arms around Orlando’s middle and then sank slowly back to sit on his heels, drawing Orlando flush up against him as he went. He knew that this was one of Orlando’s favourite positions and this was how Viggo wanted to make love to him now.

Orlando screamed as he realised what Viggo was doing.

“Oh God! Oh God!  Oh God!"  He chanted as Viggo’s cock impaled him even further and came into almost permanent contact with his prostate.   Orlando pressed himself back against Viggo’s chest and Viggo splayed one hand against the taught muscles of Orlando’s belly.  That did it, Orlando went boneless. Viggo smiled in quiet contentment as Orlando’s head fell back against him, his dark curls spilling over Viggo’s shoulder.  Viggo loved doing this to Orlando, could stay like this for ages if necessary, buried deep inside his young lover revelling in the effect just holding his belly had on Orlando when he was in this position. But he knew that just now Orlando needed more and so did he, so with his other hand Viggo began to stroke Orlando’s cock with quick firm strokes.  Orlando began gasping and moaning more. He was almost sobbing with need and desire now.  His hips began to move thrusting his cock into Viggo’s hand and impaling himself further on Viggo.  Viggo felt the muscles in Orlando’s belly begin to clench so pressed firmer.  Holding Orlando closer splaying the hand on his belly more and turning to plant hot, sucking kisses on Orlando’s face and in his hair.

“That’s it!”   Viggo whispered. “Let go. Come for me, Angel.”

And Orlando did, screaming Viggo’s name and coating Viggo’s fingers with his thick pearly white essence.

Keeping Orlando pressed tight against him with one hand Viggo raised the other to his lips and licked two of his Orlando-essence-coated fingers before giving the other two to a still gasping Orlando.  Once Orlando had finished cleaning his hand Viggo began kissing him again knowing from experience that with his cock still buried deep in Orlando’s ass it wouldn’t take his young lover more that a few minutes to become hard again.

He was right.  As Viggo paid attention to Orlando’s face and neck with his mouth and his nipples with one hand the back of the other hand began to feel a steadily rising erection.

Orlando was in heaven. He could hardly believe that the first time Viggo was inside him after all this time he chose to do it like this.  This had always been one of Orlando’s favourite positions.  He loved that it kept him in almost full on contact with Viggo and that large warm hand low on his belly sent Orlando every time.  He was so, so, so glad Viggo had taken him back, there were no words to express his feelings.  Orlando felt literally, totally overwhelmed.  Tears prickled his eyelids once more and as they rolled down his cheeks Viggo kissed them away.

“No more tears, Angel,” Viggo murmured his voice at its most gentle soothing rasp. “No more tears.”

Orlando snuggled his face into Viggo’s chest he could feel his cock stirring again and welcomed what was coming next.

As Viggo felt Orlando’s cock return to almost full hardness, he gently pushed him forward onto his hands and knees again. Then as Viggo knelt up fully Orlando dropped forward to rest on his elbows.  The sheer wantonness of this position had always delighted both of them and Orlando felt Viggo begin to move.

Just as Orlando had before Viggo put all his love and faith and trust and desire into each long slow thrust.

“I Love You, Orlando.” His name this time, not the pet name, his real name.

“I know Viggo.” Orlando began to push back hard against each thrust. “I love you too.  Oh God, Viggo!”

Viggo increased his pace and reached round to take Orlando in his hand again.  The bed was shaking violently now and both men were covered in a sheen of sweat.

“Take me, Vig!”  Orlando yelled, “Take me all the way!”

Viggo buried himself to hilt in Orlando time and time again, setting a relentless, pounding rhythm and pace.  He felt the tightening in his own groin that signalled the beginning of his own orgasm.

“Can you come with me, Angel?” he growled low.

“Oh Christ!  Now!  Vig.”

Viggo pulled Orlando up against him once more sending Orlando tumbling over the edge.  As soon as Orlando’s muscles clamped down on him Viggo followed.  Both men screamed their release as they soared together once more on the wings of their love.

When passion was spent and sense regained they both realised with a certain amount of surprise that it was seriously night and almost forty eight hours without sleep was starting to take its toll on both of them.  They cleaned up themselves and the bed and then crawled back under the quilt together.

Orlando snuggled as close as he could to Viggo and Viggo wrapped both his arms and legs and as much of himself as he could around his precious Angel.

“Thank-you, Vig.”  Orlando whispered.  “Thank-you for taking me back.”

In the darkness he felt rather than saw Viggo’s smile.

“Thank- you for coming back, Angel.”

“Actually Vig that was wrong.”

“Mmm?” puzzled

“Thank-you for loving me enough to let me go…when I needed to.”

“Thank-you for loving me enough to come back."

(TBC)