So he was still a fucking idiot. Big deal. So he was a horrible, horrible person who played with other peoples feelings. Big deal. So he was soaking wet, barefoot and lost. Big deal. In fact he might as well die. No big deal. No one seemed to want him around anyway. Dom apparently hated him for toying with Elijah's feelings. Like Orlando had any idea the boy was in love with him. Sean was avoiding him. Elijah wasn't talking to him. Craig was talking to him but only to tease him. Ian was talking to him, but just tried to be so damned serious all the time.

"Orlando, you have to deal with your feelings towards other men."
"Orlando this is not a game and everything isn't about sex."
"Orlando would you call yourself gay?"
"Orlando you stupid fucking brat why can't you just die and do us all a favour?"

So okay he didn't exactly say that last sentence but Orlando was pretty sure that was what he really meant. That was what they all meant. Of course all of the other things wouldn't matter if Viggo were talking to him. If Viggo cared. Viggo didn't care, Viggo thought he was just a dumb kid who had no idea what and how he really felt. Orlando heard him say so to Dom.

"He's just a kid Dom. He'll get over it. He isn't sure about how he is feeling for whom yet." He had sounded so blasé when he said it. Like Viggo himself couldn't care less. It hurt. It hurt so fucking much. So he had ran out of there. He seemed to be doing a lot of running whenever Viggo was involved. The older man triggered his escape instincts. Orlando was an idiot but he was smart enough to realize he was running because he was afraid. Had he been brave he would have confronted Viggo about that kiss instead of avoiding him best he could.

He braced himself and tried to rub some heat into his numb arms. It didn't work very well; it rarely does when new cold is pouring down from above. He wondered where he was. If New Zealand was the middle of nowhere like Dom always said it was, then this place was the middle of the middle of nowhere. Which made the place so insignificant that it probably didn't even exist. It was highly possible that he had walked into the land of nothing emptiness. Well that was a great place for him to be, he belonged there. On the other hand there probably wasn't any roads in the middle of the middle of nowhere and he was clearly standing in the middle of a road. In fact he could hear a car approaching. Well with his luck it was probably a serial killer specializing in young, dark haired, stupid ass Brit boys with a dirty language and bi tendencies. Heck, he probably raped them first and then sliced them up and ate them on a sandwich. Orlando secretly hoped the killer would serve the rest of the cast Orlando sandwiches and that they would all become extremely ill from his bitter flesh. The car closed in and came to a halt a few meters away from him.

/Here he comes./ Orlando thought before realizing that the car actually had to stop since he was standing in the middle of the road. He stepped to the side and waited for the car to pass him. The car didn't move instead the front door opened and the driver stepped out. Orlando couldn't see his face from the roaring rain.

"If you plan to rape me and slice me up on a sandwich, please don't. My life is shitty enough without your interference."

The cloaked driver didn't respond.

"You see, who ever you are. I'm in love with this really great guy... Yeah he's a guy don't look so shocked... His name is Viggo; well I don't think you ever met him. He's like the greatest guy ever, ya know. Beautiful and smart and funny and he's a great actor too. He plays Aragorn so good that I'm in love with him too. Problem is he doesn't give a rats arse about me. I'm nothing to him more than a slight annoyance... And it fucking hurts. Uh don't know why I told you this... I'll just shut up now I think."

The cloaked driver came closer and Orlando sighed inwardly. He was going to get killed after all. He thought of running again but decided not to bother. If he was dead at least he'll be warm. He had heard it was burning in Hell.

"You're killing me after all." He stated politely. "I guess you weren't very impressed with my little story. Not that interesting, huh..."

"Orlando? Don't you ever shut up? If you honestly think I'm going to kill you and slice you up on a sandwich, don't you think running would be a good idea?"

Orlando felt all his blood leaving his face before it flooded back to make him bright red.

"Vi...Vi... Viggo? I had no idea."

"Neither had I."

Viggo was close enough for Orlando to see his face now. He looked... thoughtful.

/I love him. I love him. I love him./

Still deep in thought Viggo unbuttoned his raincoat and pushed it aside before drawing Orlando close to his body and closing the coat around them.

/Oh God. This is NOT a good idea./

Orlando felt his body react instantly to Viggo's closeness and body-heat. Fucking Hell, weren't cold water supposed to make him SHRINK? He tried to shy away but Viggo apparently had plans of his own. He pulled Orlando closer and breathed into his ear.

"Don't you try to run from me again Elf boy. There is no place for you to hide where I can't find you."

"I was just..."

"You were just trying to pull away so that I wouldn't notice your erection."

"No I..."

/God did he just say that? He mentioned my erection. Did he have to? If I thought I was having a problem before.../

"I could easily fuck you here you know. Push you down in the mud or bend you over the hood of the car." There was barely restrained desire in Vigor's voice. "Or I could get down on my knees and suck you like you never been sucked before." One of Vigor's hands curled over the hard bulge in Orlando's jeans. Squeezing and rubbing him gently. "But what I would really like to do is get you in that car, drive you to my place and make love to you at home, in my bed, slowly and gently like you deserve. You aren't a 20-dollar whore Orli and I'm sorry for treating you like one the other night. I should not have done that, but seeing you kiss those other guys... Fuck. It made me so jealous. I wanted to punish you, embarrass you..."

"Oh."

/Gosh Orlando you really score high points for conversational skills./

"Did you mean it what you told me just now? That you're in love with me?"

"Oh that... Yeah."

"You should have told me."

"Why? So you could make fun of me or hate me like all the others does."

"They don't hate you Orli. Don't be so daft."

/What about you, do you hate me?/

"Why would they hate you? Because you ran wild while drunk and snogged a few guys?"

/Did he have to put it like that, now I look even more like an idiot./

"But Elijah isn't talking to me and Dom's mad at me and Sean's..."

Viggo shut him up with a kiss. That, Orlando quickly decided, was the best way to be silenced in the history of mankind. Liquid heat was running trough his body, he had a vague recollection of being soaked and cold but that must have been his imagination running wild because he was so HOT, burning really. Viggo broke the kiss and looked down on him.

"Elijah is confused, Dom is in love with Elijah. You gave Sean a lot to think about and Craig is just being an ass as always. They don't hate you. How could they? Ever? I mean you are sweet and beautiful and caring and funny and lovely and talented and fantastic and I'm fucking in love with you. So they better not treat you bad or I'll chop them to pieces with Narsil."

/.../

Orlando's mind went completely blank. Viggo was in love, with him. With Orlando Bloom. With him. Viggo. God. Viggo lead him towards the car and he stumbled after him in total astonishment. Viggo. Was. In. Love. With. Him.

Viggo shrugged his oil coat off and put it on Orlando. Orlando wrapped it around himself and inhaled deeply. It smelled liked Viggo, dirt, and tar a very pleasant combination. Viggo opened the passenger side door for him, pushed him down on the seat and put his seatbelt on him. Orlando loved that he would care enough to think of such a thing. Then he ran around the car and took the drivers seat. Orlando looked over at his determined profile.

"One could never be bored with you." He murmured.

Viggo glanced over to him, his eyebrows raised in question.

"If there is a slow moment you could watch forever go by while counting your freckles."

Viggo almost ran the car off the road when he attempted to molest Orlando and drive at the same time. Finally he had to settle for entwining his fingers with Orlando's and squeezing his thigh every now and then. Orlando was very contempt; he was watching their entwined fingers smiling inwardly. Maybe he had been killed by that serial killer and this was heaven. Viggo holding his hand and being in love with him sure classified as Orlando's idea of heaven anyway.

There was something very hot about the way Viggo handled the car and Orlando's nearly forgotten erection got a new life making his jeans painfully tight. Idly he glanced over at Viggo's crotch thinking naughty thoughts about sticking his hand into those lucky jeans. Viggo let go of his hand to shift gears and Orlando saw his chance. He placed his hand high on Viggo's thigh slowly sliding it upward from there. Viggo glanced at him but didn't try to stop him. His fingers crept over the buttons of Viggo's fly to find the top one. Viggo shifted his position slightly and Orlando could feel him getting erect under his searching fingers. He deftly undid the buttons and pushed his fingers in under the waistband. Viggo caught his hand around the wrist.

"Orlando, don't..."

Orlando quickly withdrew his hands and turned towards the window with a blush of shame coloring his cheeks.

"I wasn't... Orlando look at me."

Orlando reluctantly turned his head and looked at Viggo.

"I just don't want to run the car off the road. I promise that as soon as the car is parked you can stick as many hands in my pants as you like to."

Orlando smiled gratefully and Viggo ended up nearly driving the car off the road anyway.

"Viggo look at what you're doing."

"Can't, you're so beautiful when you smile like that."

Orlando smiled a bit more and Viggo found it safest to stop the car and kiss him for a while.

"Aren't we there yet." Orlando whined against Viggo's lips.

"Soon." Viggo answered before pulling Orlando in for another one of those breathtaking kisses.

"Did I really run this far?" Orlando asked when he finally found his breath again.

"No, the path you was taking through the forest is a lot closer. The road takes the long way around."

"How did you find me?"

"I figured you'd be ending up on this road eventually. It encircles the chunk of forest you where running through. If I hadn't found you I would have gathered search patrol. There is no way I would have let you run around in the wilderness all night."

Orlando smiled and leaned back; Viggo seemed to have things covered. He wriggled his sore feet and winced. The cold had made his feet numb and Viggo's mind-blowing kisses had made him forget about the pain all together but it was coming back to him now in the warmth of the car. He glanced over at Viggo; another one of those kisses should do the trick.

"Are we there yet?" He whined.

"I really think you hang out to much with the hobbits." Viggo smiled. "Look down there, you can see the lights from my house."

Orlando peered through the darkness. Viggo was right, he could see the lights.

"But if I spend the night at your house, I won't have any clothes for tomorrow."

"You can borrow something from me. Then everybody will know I spent the night fucking you into the next week." Viggo sounded very pleased himself.

"Still jealous?"

"I don't want to scare you or anything but you're *mine*."

Orlando's insides did a strange fluttering turning into mush thing that was all in all rather pleasant. Viggo could be how possessive he wanted, Orlando longed for being taken care off. He was tired of being strong and competent when he really was scared shitless. He was just the regular actor wannabe nobody that got a once in a lifetime opportunity to become somebody and took it. Suddenly he found himself in the middle of fucking nowhere with a bunch of extremely competent co-stars and he felt like the worlds most lost fuck-up. Who was he really to think he could pull this scheme off? Eventually they would see through him and realize that he wasn't *that* talented or all *that* beautiful. Sometimes when he woke in the middle of the night from nightmares about screwing up the whole movie he just wished to be held and told everything was going to be all right.

/Can you be that person for me Viggo? Please? I'm a fucking idiot and a screw up but please love me. Please take care of me./

Viggo pulled the car to a stop in front of the house and looked at the suddenly very silent, still and thoughtful Orlando. A very rare mood for the young actor. Usually he was all chatty, bouncing and smiling.

"Something wrong?" Viggo asked softly.

Orlando snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Viggo.

"No. Can you kiss me now?"

"I wonder." Viggo said slowly. "If there will ever be such a moment when I cannot kiss you."

He pulled Orlando close and kissed him, his tongue plunging deep into Orlando's mouth. Orlando buried his fingers in Viggo's hair and attempted to pull him even closer, unfortunately their awkward position made further closeness impossible. Orlando pulled out of the kiss with a frown.

"We got to get out of this car." He said impatiently. "I need more..." He blushed.

"Friction?" Viggo suggested.

/Holy Christ what a tempting suggestion. Friction? Mhmm. Lots./

"I was aiming for contact but friction has its obvious advantages."

/Good Orlando you managed coherency for a whole sentence./

"Very obvious advantages." Viggo said looking at him with halflidded eyes.

Orlando felt coherency fly out the window but didn't mind very much. Who needed coherency when there was Viggo?

Somehow he managed to get his seatbelt off and got out of the car. The rain was still pouring and reminded him of how cold and wet he was. He shivered and quickly made his way up on the porch. Viggo locked the car and walked up to him. While Viggo was opening the door Orlando draped himself around his back, the firm curve of Viggo's ass pressing against his crotch. He couldn't stop himself from pressing his erection against Viggo, and rubbing just a little bit.

/I must stop this right now, he will think I'm trying to hump him, or even worse that I'm making impolite suggestions about who is going to fuck who./

Viggo had obvious problems with the door, the younger man draped around him, humping his ass, made him lose it, just a little bit. The key refused to fit into the lock, probably because he was using the car key and when he managed to get the right key Orlando's hands wandering into his jeans made him forget how to turn it.

"Orlando you have to stop that, or we will never get inside."

Orlando quickly pulled away feeling once again like a fucking idiot. He had to stop being so pushy. Of course Viggo didn't appreciate being humped, he probably got visions of Orlando humping his leg like some dog on heat.

Viggo opened the door and motioned Orlando inside. Orlando stepped past him and into the house. He stayed close to the door, making sure he had somewhere to run if he behaved like an idiot again. Viggo closed the door behind them and eyed Orlando up and down. The young actor felt unusually self-conscious. Viggo's coat had been abandoned in the car and now he was only clad in a pair of soaked jeans and an orange brown shirt that clang to his body like a second skin.

"Strip for me." Viggo said huskily. "Gotta get you out of those wet clothes."

Orlando lifted his hands to the buttons of the shirt.

"Wait." Viggo asked. "Not here. I'm afraid I'll just end up fucking you on the floor. Let's go upstairs to the bedroom."

Viggo led the way and Orlando followed thoroughly eyeing Viggo's ass all the way up the stairs. He had a very nice ass, firm and well rounded. The kind of ass he wouldn't mind biting into if given the chance. Just a slight nibble and a couple of licks would really make his day.

Viggo ushered him into the bedroom and closed the door behind them. Orlando suspected he made him walk in first to get a chance to check his ass out. He didn't mind, he had always been rather proud of it. "Orlando." Viggo said with concern in his voice. "You don't have to do this. If you don't really want to, just say so. You can stay here anyway. It's not like a price you have to pay."

Orlando looked at him in total bewilderment; the thought had never even crossed his mind. This was Viggo, who was even more loyal and caring than Aragorn. He would never take advantage of anyone like that. Orlando would trust him with his life if needed.

"Don't be daft Vig." He said quite surprised to hear his own voice. "You said before you were sorry for treating me like a 20dollar whore. It would help if you stopped thinking of me like one. Do you really think I use sex to pay my debts?"

/Shut your trap, bloody fool. Where did that self-righteousness come from? You'll scare him away./

"That's not what I meant. I just... I'm too much in love with you to be able to live with you seeing this as just a quick fuck to pay back the old man. I... We don't play in the same league..."

/You're right about that, you're the genius Renaissance man and I'm a fucking idiot who doesn't know what I'm doing half of the time./

"You are NOT a fucking idiot."

/Great I just said it out loud. I will have to move my brain back from my pants soon./

"You're wonderful."

Viggo was apparently done with the talking because suddenly Orlando was enveloped in his arms and pressed flush against his body. His mouth being totally taken over by Viggo's tongue and his mind sent on vacation to Denmark. Somehow Viggo managed to get Orlando's shirt off without even once breaking their full on body contact. Orlando wrapped his arms around Viggo's neck and attempted to crawl in under his skin. He wasn't very successful but Viggo's heat poured into his chilled body. Viggo's nimble fingers undid his jeans and soon he was naked in Viggo's still fully clothed arms. Orlando was able to pull away from the kiss long enough to mumble: "Clothes off."

"Get on the bed and I'll strip for you."

Orlando hesitantly left Viggo's arms and crawled onto the bed. He felt ridiculous lying naked and erect on the bed so he managed to pull a corner of the covers over his mid section. Viggo laughed and shook his head.

"I never thought you would be such a prude." He said with smiling eyes before he took of his T-shirt.

Orlando's eyes happily roamed Viggo's muscular upper body. He couldn't decide which part he wanted to kiss first. The broad deliciously hairy chest, the dusky nipples, the trail of hair from his belly button to the waistband of his jeans, the enticing line of muscle descending from his hip to his crotch. He wondered if Viggo would have liked him to be hairy too. Self-consciously he ran his fingers over the flat of his chest feeling the hairless smoothness. Viggo moaned softly and Orlando looked up to find him staring at his moving hand. Filled with cocky courage Orlando let his deft fingers follow the line of hair from his navel in under the covers. He curled his fingers around the base of his cock and looked at Viggo with hooded eyes. Viggo was out of his jeans and in Orlando's arms in mere seconds.

"I think this is mine." Viggo murmured before replacing Orlando's hand on his cock.

"I wonder whose body it's attached to." Orlando answered with a gasp.

"That's arrangeable." Viggo answered and started to crawl down Orlando's body.

"Vig..." Whatever he was planning to say got lost when Viggo found his nipples and teased them to erectness. He settles for a delirious moan instead.

Viggo didn't linger at his nipples for long; he quickly crept further down to the far more interesting pastures of his cock. Orlando was sure he had died for the second time that night when he felt Viggo's lips around his cockhead. He wanted to say something along the lines of: `You don't have to.' But he couldn't remember how to actually speak. Viggo raised his head.

"'Tis okay?" He asked.

"Mhmpf."

Viggo smiled and went back to his previous doings. Orlando trashed around on the bed clutching the covers until his knuckles whitened trying to keep his hips from bucking up against Viggo's mouth. He was so close, too close. Sweat was breaking out all over his body, his breathing short and ragged and all the muscles in his body seemed to be clenching at the same time. Pleasure spread from his groin through his body. Sweet, sweet pleasure.

"Viggo. God. Viggo." He tried to stop Viggo by pulling his hair. He wasn't sure but the male to male codex but he had always found it a bit impolite to come down someone's throat at the first date. On the other hand deepthroating someone was like begging for it.

"Viggo. Please."

Viggo raised his head and looked at him.

"You don't want me to finish?" Viggo sounded almost hurt like Orlando was accusing him of not doing a good job or something.

"It's just... I don't wanna... Not in your mouth..."

Viggo nodded but he actually looked a bit disappointed.

"Not the first time." Orlando managed; coherency was a bit of a struggle since all of his body was tied up like knot begging for release.

Viggo smiled and crept up to kiss him.

"What do you know, Orlando Bloom got standards."

Orlando managed a bleak smiled that was lost against Viggo's lips. Halfway through the kiss Orlando realized he was going to come whether Viggo touched his cock again or not. The explicit pleasure of Viggo's kisses was enough to push him over the edge.

"I think I would like you to come now." Viggo whispered against his ear and Orlando couldn't stop the inevitable any longer. With a throaty moan he arched off the bed and came with surprising force. Wave after wave of pleasure flooding through his body until only the calm afterglow limpness remained.

"Wow." He said shakily reaching out to touch Viggo, anywhere he could manage, which was pretty much everywhere since Viggo rolled on top of him. He slid his fingers down the gentle curve of Viggo's spine until he reached the firmness of his ass. Nice ass, great to touch, fit surprisingly well into his eager hands. He loved the feeling of Viggo's muscular body against his, especially the feeling of Viggo's erection pressing against his stomach.

"Fuck me." He whispered which surprised even him. He hadn't really thought about it before, the thing that men do when they have sex together, but now that he had come to think of it, he was pretty sure he wanted to. Well not just pretty sure, very sure. In fact he was aching for it.

"Are you sure? It might hurt."

"I'm very sure."

"You will be the end of me." Viggo murmured against his ear, hot breath flooding over Orlando's heated skin.

"Not for many years yet I hope." Orlando answered and felt like slapping himself. What kind of stupid ass thing to say was that? It sounded like he expected them to have some sort of committed relationship just because they were in each other's arms right now. He did want them to have a committed relationship, but he hadn't intended to tell Viggo.

"You worry too much lovely." Viggo whispered and kissed his nose.

"I'm not worried." Orlando said defensively.

"Yes you are. Your body suddenly got stiff as a board. There is only one part of you I like that stiff..."

Orlando blushed and felt his groin stir. Viggo seemed to have some sort of mystical power over him. Viggo spoke and he reacted.

"Tell me what's bothering you. If it's the fucking we don't have to there are other nice things to do..."

"It's not that." He hesitated and smiled into Viggo's eyes. "At all."

"Good." Viggo mumbled and trailed a line of kisses from his forehead to his mouth.

Orlando forgot himself in the kiss and pressed his sweat slickened body against Viggo's. He moaned when their erections brushed together.

"Viggo... Please..."

Viggo reached for something on the nightstand and momentarily lifted his weight off Orlando. Orlando whimpered in protest and tried to pull him back.

"Impatient much?" Viggo chuckled.

Orlando didn't answer, but he made a content sound when Viggo was resting firmly on top of him again. He pulled Viggo down for a kiss and lazily explored his mouth with his eager tongue. During the kiss Viggo's hands roamed Orlando's body, fingers running deftly over toned abs and flat chest. Orlando tensed momentarily when Viggo's hand went lower grazing the underside of his balls but then he shifted and spread his legs wide giving Viggo's probing fingers better access. Nimble fingers soon found his puckered entrance and massaged it with a slow circular motion. Orlando was quite surprised to feel a shudder of anticipation run through his body. Even his body seemed to long to have Viggo inside. Viggo removed his finger and Orlando was just about to voice his protest when it returned this time slowly sliding inside of him.

"Oh." He gasped; it felt strange but none the less good. Viggo was looking intensely at him, his brow knit in concentration while he gently stretched him open. He curled his finger slightly and smiled when Orlando mewled with unexpected pleasure.

"God Viggo... That's just... Fuck..." Orlando had obviously lost coherency again so he settled for panting heavily. Viggo added another finger and that felt even better. Pleasure rocketed through his body every time Viggo brushed that secret spot inside of him; he wasn't sure how much more he could take.

"Viggo... Please..." He begged clasping helplessly at the older man's shoulders. Viggo removed his fingers and despite his best attentions Orlando whimpered with disappointment.

"Patience lovely." Viggo mumbled, his husky voice sending shivers down Orlando's spine.

Wriggling with pent up need Orlando watched Viggo coating his impressive erection with lubrication.

/How in the name of God will that fit inside of me?/

"Be gentle." He begged in a whisper.

Viggo smiled and brushed his lips over Orlando's sweaty brow.

"Of course lovely. I'll make it good for you. Just spread your legs a little wider for me."

Orlando complied and rested his head back into the pillows. He tensed when he felt Viggo's blunt cockhead against his entrance but then one of Viggo's hands found his neglected erection and he totally forgot about being tense and virginal. He experienced a burning pain when Viggo slid inside of him but the mind-blowing movement of Viggo's hand soon drowned it out.

"Is it okay?" Viggo asked his face screwed up by the pleasure he was trying to ignore.

"Mmmm...." Orlando answered and allowed his hands to run down Viggo's back to cup his lovely ass. "If you just could..."

Viggo shifted his weight slightly thus moving involuntarily inside Orlando.

"God Yes..." Orlando moaned and arched against Viggo. "More... Please..."

Viggo set a lazy pace rocking against Orlando ever so slowly; he removed his hand from Orlando's erection and rested his weight on his elbows. Orlando couldn't help the delirious moans spilling from his lips; it felt better then anything he had ever experienced before. He wrapped arms and legs around Viggo attempting to pull him even closer. He could feel the orgasm building up inside of him and he so wanted Viggo to come with him. Experimentally he clenched his muscles slightly and the low-pitched groan from Viggo told him he was doing it right.

"Stop that Orli." Viggo gasped. "I can't hold back, you're so fucking tight."

Orlando didn't answer instead he did it again to encourage Viggo to move faster. This time Viggo wasn't able to stop himself and he increased his pace, his soft sacks slapping against Orlando's firm buttocks with every thrust.

"Stop Vig. Stop." Orlando gasped breathlessly.

"God I'm sorry. Am I hurting you?" Viggo stopped moving all together but it was clearly visible on his face what a strain it was.

"No... You just got to...." Orlando found one of Viggo's hands and brought it down to where their bodies were united. He made Viggo grip his balls and hold them tightly. Viggo looked curiously at him slowly massaging the tight sacks.

"Hold them tight... If you don't you won't be able to walk tomorrow. " Orlando explained.

Viggo's smile lit up his face.

"You are too good to be true." Viggo stated bending down to kiss him.

Orlando answered the kiss feverishly and arched against Viggo to make him move again. Viggo followed his lead rocking against him in a heated pace. For a while all that was heard was gasp and moans and the sound of Viggo's powerful thrusts. Then the thrusts became slower and longer and Orlando's near crying response filled the air.

"I'm so close lovely." Viggo gasped. "Can you come with me?"

"Just..." Viggo's hand found Orlando's almost painfully hard cock. "Yes..."

Calling out Viggo's name Orlando came, pleasure invading his body like a heavily armed unstoppable army. Time after time they attacked until he collapsed into the pillows so limb he wasn't sure he could ever move again. Hazily he noted that Viggo had collapsed next to him. He reached a hand out and put it on Viggo's semen covered stomach. Viggo brought a hand up and covered his.

They lay there side by side gasping for breath for at least half an hour. Then finally Viggo moved. He rolled to his side and propped himself up on an elbow. His free hand traced a lazy pattern over Orlando's stomach.

"Did I hurt you lovely?" He asked, his brow knit in concern.

"No." Orlando was almost asleep but he broke out of the sleep haze to look at Viggo.

"Can I see you again?" Viggo smiled but Orlando was sure he could see hints of a smirk.

"That depends."

"On what?"

"Is there sex involved? I'm really only after your body you know."

Viggo laughed and planted a soft kiss on his swollen lips.

"I think we can arrange that my shallow friend. You can be in it for the sex and I can be in it for waking up next to you every morning."

"Cheesy bastard." Orlando mumbled but insides were turning into mush.

Viggo snorted and pulled Orlando close. Suddenly Orlando found himself smothered against Viggo's side with his head on the plain of Viggo's chest. Viggo's arms were wrapped around his body and the steady beat of his heart echoed in Orlando's ear. With a content sigh he snuggled even closer and decided that it really didn't get better than that. Slowly his eyes drifted shut and his breath flattened. He fell asleep knowing that if he woke up Viggo would be there to comfort him whether he was a fucking idiot or not.

The End