September 2005

Orlando glanced over his shoulder as he hurried up the street. Rose Crescent 4 was just a couple of houses away now and he couldn't see Andy anymore. He thought he'd lost him when he suddenly turned right in on an alley that led to Rose Crescent, but he wouldn't feel safe until he was inside the house Viggo lived in.

It had been months since Orlando last ran into Andy and at that time he'd been civil if not very nice. Tonight though Orlando didn't understand what had gotten into him. Out of nowhere he had assaulted Orlando in the men's room of Oscar; pushing him up against the wall hard enough to split an eyebrow and doing his very best to claw Orlando's clothes off. He hadn't succeeded though and Orlando had managed to break lose with a well placed kick. Thinking that was the last of it, a violently shaking Orlando had gotten his jacket, intent on walking home from the club. He didn't have money on him for a taxi and normally he wasn't scared to be out at night.

As soon as he'd walked out from the club into the pouring autumn rain, Andy had showed up again, pushing him to the ground and calling him all sorts of names. Up until then Orlando hadn't really been scared; it was like he'd been watching the whole ordeal from afar, but at that point he realized that Andy must have taken something that turned his brain to mucus. He could see it in his crazy eyes and the way his nostrils flared. Back when they were together, Andy had been dabbling quite a lot with drugs, which had been one of the reasons Orlando wanted to break up. Not because Orlando had a strict no drugs policy but because, even though he'd never been an addict in the real sense of the world, he been pretty fucked up after his family died and tried anything that made him feel better for even a minute. When Andy's drug use went from the occasional joint to all kinds of shit pretty much on a daily basis, Orlando had had enough; he didn't need that kind of temptation. Still Orlando hadn't been the one ending their year long relationship in the end; Andy had beaten him to it, claiming that he'd gotten tired of Orlando's neurotic ways.

Later Orlando had learned that Andy had found someone else months before the actual break up. He was pretty glad he hadn't know that when he got thrown out flat on his ass. Even though he'd wanted to end things, he'd been so dependent on Andy that the break up had hit him hard. It was ages ago though, or so it felt, and Andy must have been losing it big time. Orlando had managed to crawl away from Andy's unexplainable rage as someone had come out from the club and as they asked Andy what was going on, Orlando ran. Andy had followed him to begin with, but as he finally walked into the lobby of Rose Crescent 4, the street behind him was deserted.

Sam looked up as Orlando walked in, still panting for breath and with blood smeared over his face and water dripping from his clothes. "Oh my god," he said, getting up from his chair and rounding his desk. Orlando had never realized how tall he was; he must be well over six feet. "Orlando, what happened?"

"Nothing," Orlando said, trying to sound casual. "Some idiot banged my head against the wall."

He was still shaking, the fear washing over him in waves, but despite of that, he was already regretting his decision to go to Viggo. He'd never just shown up before and Viggo probably wouldn't be happy.

"Is he home?" Orlando asked, nodding vaguely towards the elevator.

"Yes," Sam answered, studying Orlando's split eyebrow. "You should put some tape on that, or you'll get a crooked eyebrow. I think there is a first aid kit here somewhere."

Orlando obediently followed Sam to the desk and let the tall guard clean and tape his eyebrow with exaggerated care. "I used to be in the military," Sam said as way of explanation. "I've handled worse than a split eyebrow."

"I didn't know that," Orlando said, letting the normality of the situation and Sam's calm wash over him. "Why did you quit?"

Sam smiled and knocked himself on the right calf that made a clonking sound. "Stepped on a mine, lost half the leg. I'm lucky ErzonSecurity wanted to hire me, or I'd be living off unemployment. Not many places want to hire a black ex-marine with an artificial leg."

Orlando nodded. "Thanks for the..." He gestured towards his eyebrow.

"Now be on your way," Sam said with a smile. "I'll tell him you're on your way up."

"Thanks," Orlando said. He'd rather have Sam breaking the news of his sudden appearance than just popping in like a terrible surprise. His chat with Sam had calmed him down enough for him to start feeling like a fool. He didn't have the kind of relationship with Viggo that made it possible for him to show up whenever something got wrong.

With a sinking sense of dread he pulled his card in the slot for the elevator, grateful when the door to his right immediately pinged open. He would like to get as far away from Sam and his concern as possible. He had a feeling the guard had not bought his story about getting pushed against a wall. The elevator ride was easier than usual since he was so busy worrying about what Viggo might say that he didn't have time to worry about getting stuck in the elevator. In fact, he realized that he would actually prefer getting struck in the elevator to seeing Viggo. He regretted that he had let Sam call Viggo; now he couldn't just turn on his heel. It wasn't like seeing Viggo would make him feel better, being with the older man was wonderful but it also depressed him because he wanted more than Viggo would ever be willing to give.

Orlando reluctantly stepped out of the elevator as the door slid open to find Viggo waiting for him in the hall. The older man's face was unreadable as he looked at Orlando's dishevelled appearance. Orlando swallowed, looking down.

"I shouldn't have come here," he murmured.

"Don't be silly," Viggo said, but his voice sounded more annoyed than welcoming.

Viggo turned on his heel and walked into his apartment and Orlando knew it was his cue to follow as he always did. With reluctant steps he did so but he stopped short in the hallway; everything felt so wrong that he just couldn't stay.

"I think I'll just go," he said to Viggo's retreating back. "I only went here because it was closest and he was following me. I'm sure he is gone now."

Viggo spun around giving him a cold glare. "Which he?" he asked, his voice laced with ice.

Orlando swallowed. "My ex boyfriend. I haven't seen him in ages, but tonight he jumped me, trying to... I don't know," he finished weakly, wanting to get away from Viggo's cold eyes.

"You're soaking wet and have blood all over your face. You need a shower and some dry clothes," Viggo said (add in an adverb to make the tone of his voice clear, otherwise Orlando's wondering is weird) and Orlando wondered where the gentle soul was hiding now. Anger welled up inside Orlando; he loved Viggo but being with him was beginning to be more emotionally painful than physically pleasurable.

"I don't want to take a shower here," Orlando said evenly. "And put my clothes in the dryer or borrow something hideously expensive from you, only so you can stick a twenty in my hand and put me in a cab home. I already felt like cheap trash once today, I don't want to do it again."

Without a word Viggo closed the space between them and captured his lips in a demanding kiss. After the emotional turmoil of his night, Orlando found it impossible to resist, winding his arms around Viggo's neck and pressing their bodies together. Soon Viggo had him pressed up against the wall with a knee between his legs and his warm hands pushed in under Orlando's clothes. Even though Orlando knew it was a horrible idea, he let Viggo pull his pants down and turn him around.

Already achingly hard, Orlando didn't protest as Viggo slicked him up with two impatient fingers and the only thing escaping his mouth as the older man pushed into him was a broken moan. He needed Viggo to replace the feel of Andy's unforgiving hands on his body. He needed to feel close to the older man, but he knew that this wasn't the right way. As Viggo pounded into him from behind with one hand wrapped around Orlando's hard cock, he felt strangely detached, like he was watching them from afar and when he came Orlando just felt empty.

When Viggo pulled out of him, Orlando hurried to pull his pants up, the only item of clothing that had been removed. Swallowing dryly, he turned around to face Viggo who had the most peculiar look on his face that Orlando couldn't decipher. It didn't really matter what it meant; unless the older man made an attempt to make things better this would be their last meeting.

"Thanks," Orlando said dryly. "I feel much better now."

Viggo flinched at the obvious sarcasm but he didn't say anything and as Orlando walked out to the elevator again through the open door, he didn't try to stop him. They had reached the end of the line by silent agreement.

The walk back to the campus area in the pouring rain took Orlando thirty minutes as opposed to the normal forty five. He walked as fast as he could, punishing himself for his idiocy and when he got home, he was as soaked with sweat as he was with rain.

Luckily his housemates had yet to come home from the club so he took a lengthy shower without having anyone bang on the door and walked back to his room with a towel around his hips. He'd studied himself in the mirror after wiping the steam off of it with a bit of soap, a trick his mother had taught him when he was a teenager. He had scratch marks on his lower stomach and red fingerprints on his hips that would probably darken to bruises come morning. The eye with the split eyebrow was a bit swollen but it didn't look like it would swell shut at least. He would tell his friends that he'd fallen and banged his head. Unless someone had seen him with Andy, they would believe him readily enough and Tyler would probably gripe about Orlando not telling him he was leaving.

Tyler, a straight jock type of guy, was the closest thing Orlando had to a good friend. Despite the fact that Tyler belonged to a fraternity and went through more girls than a high school football hero, he was intelligent, funny and open-minded. They even had sex on one memorable occasion since Tyler was of the mind that everything ought to be tried at least once. Amazingly enough it had not damaged their friendship; Tyler had admitted to liking it, but since he didn't find guys attractive in that way, pursuing a career in gay seemed pretty pointless. The last comment had made Orlando laugh uncontrollably for half an hour and he still sniggered whenever he thought of it.

Orlando had quite successfully avoided thinking of Viggo until he crawled into bed and turned the lights off. Tonight had turned out to be a disaster and if he'd ever thought that maybe Viggo had some feelings for him, that hope had been crushed now. The older man's coldness as he left told Orlando all he ever wanted to know about what he was for Viggo. It hadn't even seemed like Viggo cared about what had happened; his only interest had been to fuck Orlando like the whore he was to him and then send him home.

Orlando knew that he had to end it now, that he couldn't keep hurting himself like this, but the very thought made him ache inside. When Viggo was himself, he was the sweetest, gentlest person who really took an interest in Orlando and what he'd been doing since they last met. Tonight he'd been the other person, the one Orlando thought of as the Lawyer. The Lawyer shut him out completely, putting up an icy front that didn't care about anything. It was like a shield Viggo put up to protect himself.

Up until now, Orlando had been able to live with the Lawyer because he'd seen less and less of him as Viggo slowly opened up, but after tonight he was afraid that part of Viggo's personality would return. It had been like Viggo didn't even care. Like Orlando showing up had just been something that mucked with his plans for the evening. He probably wouldn't even have cared if Orlando really had been raped.

The phone rang, startling Orlando out of his angst coma, and he reached for it without looking at the display. He assumed it was Tyler calling to ask where he had disappeared to.

"Orlando," he answered, cutting Wilhelm Tell off mid-crescendo.

"Hi, it's Viggo," Viggo said, making Orlando sit up straight in bed. Viggo had only ever called him once and that was over half a year ago now.

"Uhm... Hi," Orlando responded, dreading what Viggo might have to say. Even though he was trying to be firm in his belief that they were over, he didn't want to hear it from Viggo.

"Are you... Did you get home alright?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

There was a brief silence and Orlando lay back down in bed.

"I'm sorry about earlier," Viggo said. "I behaved like a complete ass."

"It's okay," Orlando lied.

"No, it isn't. I treated you horribly. I didn't even ask if you were okay... What kind of a person does that?"

Orlando refrained from giving the obvious answer. "I'm okay," he said instead. "He scared me, that was all."

"You had blood all over your face," Viggo pointed out.

"My eyebrow split when he pushed me up against the wall. Sam taped it up for me."

"I'm sorry," Viggo said again. "It's just that... you... us... it scares me. I keep feeling like it's spinning out of control and I don't dare giving you even the tiniest piece of me because you'll end up taking it all."

Orlando blinked. "I'm not like that," he said softly. "I don't demand anything from you."

"I know... and it's not what I mean. If I let you in... I'll want you to stay. Do you understand?"

"No," Orlando said honestly.

Viggo made a frustrated sound. "I built my life on routine. Every day has its own schedule of mundane tasks... Mondays I work late, Tuesdays I go to the gym, Wednesdays I see you, Thursdays I try to paint, or write, Fridays I go to the gym again and on the weekends I go to my cabin up in the mountains or take a trip in my boat."

"I'm a mundane task," Orlando said teasingly.

"No," Viggo sighed. "You're not making this easy."

"I'm sorry," Orlando said. He was starting to realize what Viggo meant. He'd built his life on a routine to make it safe. If every week looked like the next then he wouldn't be tempted to break out of a life he somewhere deep down inside hated.

"The weekend I spent with you... It scared the Hell out of me. I came this close to breaking things off between us."

"Why?" Orlando asked.

"Because it was the best time I've had in forty-three years."

Orlando blinked. "Really?"

"Yes," Viggo said sarcastically. "Really. That says quite a lot about my life, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," Orlando admitted. "I guess it does."

"So... What I really wanted to say was... Will I see you Wednesday?" Viggo sounded like he really wanted out of the conversation.

"Yes," Orlando said with a smile. "You will see me Wednesday."

"Thank you," Viggo said and promptly hung up.

Orlando shook his head and put the phone back on the nightstand. The more he learned about Viggo the less he knew. There was a secret there somewhere, he was sure of it. He felt a lot better than he had before the conversation though. Viggo had pretty much admitted to liking him and that was at least a step in the right direction.





Christmas 2005

Orlando had been completely overwhelmed when Viggo asked him if he wanted to spend Christmas with him. He'd assumed that would be too much of a commitment for the older man even though he had told Orlando that he couldn't go to Denmark and spend Christmas with his family as he normally did. They still only met on Wednesdays although their relationship felt somewhat more real nowadays. Viggo had finally showed Orlando his studio and he'd seemed very pleased when Orlando immediately fell in love with his work. He had also told Orlando more tidbits about himself, but he still hurt Orlando a lot without meaning too. Every Wednesday Orlando hoped that he would be allowed to stay the night and every week he was disappointed. Viggo seemed very reluctant to make it a real relationship and Orlando had to settle for scraps.

As he rode the elevator up to Viggo's apartment, Orlando wondered what he could expect. At any rate it ought to be better than his last three Christmases. The first one after his parents' death he'd spent locked up at the psych ward, the other two he'd spent alone at campus. Christmas was always difficult, since family togetherness was shoved down his throat from every direction, but nothing had so far been able to kill his love for the holiday. He loved sending out cards and buying presents for others and he cherished every gift he got. When the elevator doors opened, Orlando clutched his bag a little tighter and walked out into the hall. Viggo hadn't said anything specific so, ever hopeful, Orlando had brought a change of clothes and gifts. He still wasn't sure he would actually give his gifts to Viggo or if he'd be allowed to stay the night, but he hoped so.

The door to the apartment was left ajar, so Orlando walked in and dumped the bag just inside the door. Delicious smells were wafting out of the kitchen so he kicked of his shoes and hung up his jacket before hurrying in that direction. Viggo looked up as he pushed the door open and gave him a wide smile.

"Hey," he said. "You're late."

Orlando glanced at the clock on the wall. "Ten minutes," he defended himself.

"I missed you."

Orlando wondered as he walked up to Viggo to claim his welcome kiss if the older man had any idea how easily he turned Orlando's insides to mush. Viggo smiled as he came close and captured Orlando with an arm around his waist, pulling their bodies flush against each other. Orlando giggled at the unusual playfulness, a sound that soon died against Viggo's demanding lips. This was no mere welcome kiss, it was a full frontal attack on Orlando's libido, and when the older man pulled away, Orlando was already panting for breath. Viggo grinned at him and released him to stir something that was in a pot on the stove. Orlando stuck his tongue out and carefully adjusted himself; he felt like he was fifteen and perpetually horny again.

Viggo was casually dressed in a simple white t-shirt and a pair of worn jeans. Orlando didn't think he'd ever seen him in jeans before and the bare feet gave him something of a hippie look. He realized that this was how Viggo dressed, the suits and the fancy brands was what the lawyer wore. Jeans, t-shirt and bare feet was Viggo. The older man stopped stirring whatever it was he had on the stove and turned back to Orlando.

"Now where were we?" he asked with a smile.

"Oh, I don't know," Orlando replied, moving closer to Viggo and putting his hands on Viggo's chest. "Somewhere around here."

He pressed their lips together again in a long playful kiss, letting his hands slide in under the hem of Viggo's shirt. He slowly trailed his hands over Viggo's hard stomach up to his chest, playing with the soft hair he found there. As Viggo deepened the kiss, he let his fingers seek out the soft peaks of Viggo's nipples, teasing them to hardness with the lightest of touches. Orlando didn't recall ever being with someone whose nipples were as sensitive to touch as Viggo's were. It wasn't really just his nipples, all of Viggo was very sensitive to touch, Orlando had a feeling he was the type of lover who had neglected his own body in favour of pleasuring others and that his previous lovers had been okay with that.

Orlando wasn't that type of lover though; he considered giving pleasure half the fun, but it had been a constant battle with Viggo. The older man had severe problems with just lying back and enjoying himself. So much that Orlando had on numerous occasions thought about tying him down. At the bottom of his bag there was actually a couple of ribbons, intended for just that purpose, but he didn't know if he'd have the guts to take them out. Viggo made a soft sound of pleasure before gently pushing Orlando away.

"Food before pleasure," he said.

Orlando pouted.

"I mean it," Viggo said sternly.

Orlando added the puppy eyes.

"Damn you," Viggo growled, pulling Orlando close and kissing him to within an inch of his life.

Orlando laughed breathlessly when Viggo let him up for air. "I am actually quite hungry," he said, earning himself a thump on the head.

*~



They had dinner in the kitchen, Viggo decking up a veritable feast. The older man must have spent most of the day cooking as they had food for at least a dozen people. Everything was delicious, Viggo really was a great cook, but Orlando wouldn't have cared if it had tasted like crap. His last two Christmases he'd eaten ready made Turkey dinners since he didn't trust his own cooking. They didn't talk much while they ate, Orlando was too busy enjoying himself to come up with conversation topics and Viggo had always been more of the strong, silent type.

After dinner they retreated to the living room, eating their dessert in front of the fireplace and talking about Christmas traditions in general terms. Orlando carefully avoided the subject of his last few Christmases, talking about past ones instead. Viggo told him about his family celebrating Christmas in Denmark since his mother was Danish and all the traditions they had. It was an interesting conversation and for once talking about his family didn't make Orlando sad, it just felt bittersweet. Maybe he'd finally reached the point where he could remember his family without acute pain; he was sure his therapist would consider it a break through.

Night was coming upon them quickly and Orlando started wondering if Viggo would send him home. The older man had said food before pleasure, but maybe he'd realized that it would be too late to logically send Orlando home if they had sex now. He hadn't made any advances and Orlando didn't dare to in case Viggo would turn him down. At the moment he was in a state where he didn't really have the energy to worry though. He'd had a few glasses of wine and some sort of delicious eggnog that had given him a pleasant buzz. He wasn't really drunk, but he wasn't completely sober either. If Viggo sent him home, Orlando might even be brave enough to hand over his Christmas gifts first.

As Viggo took the dessert dishes back into the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher, Orlando got up from the couch and looked out over the city through the huge panorama windows. Everything looked so small from this vantage point and the city was aglow with a myriad of twinkling lights. He twitched when Viggo put a hand on his shoulder because he hadn't heard him coming, but he soon relaxed as Viggo slid his arms around his waist, putting his head on Orlando's shoulder.

"Isn't it beautiful," he said.

"Yeah," Orlando responded, their position giving him a flashback to the first time they'd had sex.

"Did you bring an overnight kit?" Viggo asked, his breath pouring over Orlando's neck.

"Yeah," Orlando answered nervously.

"Good," Viggo said, pressing a kiss to Orlando's neck. "You didn't really think I'd send you home on Christmas Eve did you?"

"Maybe," Orlando admitted, shivering as Viggo's stubble rasped against his neck.

"Silly boy," Viggo chided gently.

Orlando tilted his neck to the side, giving Viggo better access. "You're the one who usually sends me home... I wasn't sure Christmas was any different."

"It is," Viggo murmured.

Orlando made a content sound as Viggo bit down gently on the crease between neck and shoulder, his eyes falling shut. It was amazing how fast easily Viggo turned him on, it didn't take much more than a touch and he was hard as rock.

"Why don't you bring your things upstairs while I put out the lights," Viggo purred. "If we go together, I'll end up fucking you on the stairs."

A violent shiver went through Orlando at the sound of Viggo's raspy voice and he hurriedly nodded his agreement. Not that he would mind being fucked on the stairs, but he had plans, if he now dared to go through with them. In a flurry of excited expectation he got his bag and hurried up the stairs, walking by the guest bedroom where they had their first encounter on his way to the master bedroom suite. Viggo's bedroom was a study in natural colors, with whitewashed wood and light textures. It might not be Orlando's normal style but he was completely in love with it. It gave him the feeling of a stylish country home where life was as if it had been cut out of an ad for some expensive brand and it suited Viggo's sombre, exclusive taste perfectly.

Orlando placed the bag beside the bed and stripped off his clothes, folding them neatly and putting them on a chair by the window. When he was naked he crouched down and fished the red ribbons out from the bottom of the bag, bringing them with him to the bed where he hid them under one of the pillows. Viggo still hadn't come upstairs so he pulled the covers off the bed before crawling onto it. They had already ruined a bedspread once and since then Orlando had been very careful with making sure it was taken away. Viggo didn't seem to care much, maybe it was because money wasn't an issue to him, but Orlando hated knowing he'd been a part of ruining something so beautiful. Not that the new bedspread wasn't gorgeous, but it didn't look quite the same.

When Viggo finally walked into the door, Orlando was lying spread eagled and naked on the bed, smiling at him. His erection, that had wilted somewhat when he was puttering about, came to new life just from the look Viggo gave him. The older man stripped in the same way he did most things, efficiently and without unnecessary flourish. Orlando somehow got the feeling that it was not how Viggo really was; it was just part of his persona. Maybe he'd been too flamboyant when he was younger and as a way of tempering his excess, he'd built a routine and made it a part of himself.

"Are you ever really just yourself?" Orlando asked curiously as Viggo put his clothes away.

"When I'm in my cabin up in the mountains," Viggo answered easily, not even trying to pretend he didn't spend most of his days playing himself like an actor playing a role. "I have no TV up there, no internet and my cell phone doesn't work. The only thing I have up there is a landline and the only people who have the number know when to use it."

"Oh," Orlando answered, faking a smile, suddenly wanting badly to be one of the club who knew when to call, wanting to be a real part of Viggo's life.

"Don't look so glum," Viggo said, crawling onto the bed and Orlando. "You have the number."

"I have?" Orlando asked, perking up and spreading his legs to accommodate Viggo's bulk.

"Yeah," Viggo replied, giving Orlando a kiss. "You remember the business card I gave you?"

"Uh huh," Orlando answered, letting his hands slide over Viggo's short hair.

"It's one of the numbers scribbled on the back."

Orlando smiled, pulling Viggo down for a kiss. He'd never actually used any of the numbers on the card and he'd assumed that both of the numbers on the back went to Viggo's apartment. He supposed that meant he was indeed one of the persons who knew when to call, namely never. It didn't diminish his happiness though; in his own off hand way Viggo had just told him that he was important to him.

*~



It took Orlando a few minutes, or twenty, to manoeuvre Viggo into the position he wanted and then five more to find the courage to tie the first hand to the headboard, but when that was done and Viggo didn't immediately scream out loud, he quickly captured the other one and tied it up as well. Viggo tested the restraints lightly, not really trying to get loose, just checking to see if they would hold, before relaxing.

"What are you doing?" he asked curiously as Orlando sat back on his haunches to admire his handiwork.

"I'm tying you up," Orlando replied cheekily.

"I noticed," Viggo replied dryly. "I was mostly wondering why."

Orlando grinned and lay down on top of Viggo, aligning their hands and feet until they were touching as much as they possibly could.

"Well," he said, holding his head up to be able to look into Viggo's desire darkened eyes. "Every time I try to pleasure you, you always turn the play back on me..."

"You always pleasure me," Viggo interrupted.

Orlando smiled and gave him a kiss, shivering with pleasure when Viggo entwined their fingers and licked at his lips, demanding entrance. Kissing in the position they found themselves in was slightly awkward but they managed anyway. When Orlando pulled away, he was breathless and unconsciously moving his hips to rub their rock hard cocks together. The feel of Viggo's cock sliding against his own was wildly erotic and he groaned deep in his throat.

"Let me touch you," Viggo whined, his voice husky with want.

"No," Orlando said sternly. "That was my point. Whenever I try to focus on you, you interrupt me and turn the tables around. This is just for you."

Letting his actions follow his words, he reluctantly pulled his hands from Viggo's and spread his legs so that he was bracing himself on Viggo's sides. Viggo looked up at him with trust in his eyes, smiling when Orlando pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. Orlando followed it up with pressing a myriad of tiny kisses all over Viggo's face, making the older man laugh when it tickled. The laughter soon turned to trembling breaths when Orlando moved lower, kissing a path down Viggo's neck. He lavished attention to all the forgotten parts of Viggo's body, kissing and licking sensitized skin that had most likely never known the touch of a lower. He moved ever so slowly downwards, pausing to tease Viggo's nipple into hard peaks of desire, making the older man groan low in his throat. By the time Orlando reached his stomach Viggo was already begging for release.

Orlando didn't give in to the near desperate pleas even though his own cock was throbbing with need. Instead he dipped his tongue into Viggo's navel while his fingers caressed the soft skin on the insides of Viggo's trembling thighs. Viggo moaned and thrust his rock hard cock against Orlando's chest, leaving a wet trail that made Orlando shiver. He wanted so badly to feel Viggo inside of him, but he was not quite finished with his exploration of Viggo's body. Glancing upwards to find Viggo staring at him, he moved lower until he had his face level with Viggo's cock. Keeping his eyes locked with Viggo's, he bent down and licked a stripe from the thick base to the bulbous head.

"Yes," Viggo hissed, licking his lips and pushing his cock against Orlando's mouth. "Please."

Orlando took the head into his mouth and cupped Viggo's balls in one of his hands. He could feel Viggo trembling as the older man fought to not thrust up and choke Orlando, opting instead to groan and pull on his restraints hard enough to make the headboard creak.

"Easy," Orlando chided, letting the cock slip from his mouth and licking his lips.

"Please," Viggo begged, his eyes filled with unfulfilled desire. "Please let me come."

Torturing Viggo hadn't really been a part of Orlando's plan so with a smile he bent down and took Viggo's cock into his mouth again. He ran his tongue around the head, licking up the precome continuously leaking from the slit, before letting his mouth slide lower, taking as much of Viggo's cock as he possibly could into his mouth.

Viggo thrust up, almost choking him, and Orlando braced an arm against Viggo's abdomen to keep it from happening again while he moved his other hand down to grab his own leaking erection. They were both so worked up it wouldn't take much for either of them to come. Viggo gave in first with a drawn out groan and a few violent thrusts Orlando didn't even try to stop. He swallowed as much as he could of the viscous fluid flowing into his mouth, letting the rest dribble down Viggo's cock as he continued working it through the throes of Viggo's monumental orgasm.

Only when Viggo relaxed back to the bed with a sated moan did Orlando let Viggo's cock slip from his mouth. The older man motioned for him to come closer with a nod of his chin and Orlando hurriedly crawled up his body pressing their mouths together. Neither of them had much energy to spare for the kiss, Viggo being sated and Orlando shamelessly working his aching erection with a tight fist, but it was still one of the best kisses they ever shared. Viggo pulled out of the kiss first, turning his head to the side.

"Let me help you," he begged, his voice hoarse from all his moaning.

Orlando regretfully let go of his cock to untie Viggo's hands but was rewarded when Viggo immediately rolled them over, pressing Orlando down with his body.

"Thank you," Viggo said, moving his hips sensuously, stimulating Orlando's cock that was trapped and weeping between their bodies, but not enough for him to come. "No one has ever done that for me before."

"You're welcome," Orlando gasped, rubbing his pelvis against Viggo's hard stomach. He was so close to coming that it hurt, but their movement against each other just wasn't enough to push him over the edge. He tried to snake a hand in between their bodies, but Viggo captured it easily, pinning it above Orlando's head.

"I like watching you like this," Viggo said, studying Orlando's sweaty face. "You're so beautiful."

Orlando didn't feel beautiful, he felt sweaty, bloated and pretty damned desperate, but somehow Viggo's tone of voice made it true. He looked up in to Viggo's eyes and he couldn't recall ever seeing them look so soft. Smiling slightly, he raised a trembling hand to rest against Viggo's cheek and blurted out the words that had been on the tip of his tongue for almost a year.

"I love you."

Viggo blinked, looking stunned, a smile spreading over his face. "You do?"

Orlando nodded, wriggling desperately against Viggo's stomach. Viggo opened his mouth to say something but Orlando silenced him.

"Don't say anything," he panted. "Please."

Viggo nodded, bending down to kiss him instead. The kiss blew away what was left of Orlando's scattered mind and when he came, his scream was eaten by Viggo's soft lips. Afterwards he couldn't even tell if Viggo had finally given him a hand or if it was simply the kiss that had pushed him over the edge. He supposed it didn't matter as he curled up in Viggo's arms with his head on the older man's warm chest. What mattered was that he had finally cleared the air concerning what he felt and he hadn't been thrown out with his head first. On the contrary, Viggo had been sweeter than ever as he cleaned him with a wet cloth and tucked the covers around them.

There were still a lot of questions between them, but Orlando was finally sure that Viggo really wanted him in his life. If that meant another year of Wednesdays that would be enough for Orlando, because somehow he knew that at one point he would break through the last of Viggo's barriers and the older man would let him into his heart.

"Look," Viggo said softly, just as Orlando was drifting off to sleep. "It's snowing."

Orlando blinked his eyes open, gazing out the window to judge the truth of Viggo's words. It was indeed snowing, fluffy white snowflakes falling from the dark sky. Orlando smiled, snuggling closer to Viggo, getting hugged tighter in return.

"Merry Christmas," he mumbled.

"Merry Christmas," Viggo responded, but Orlando had already fallen asleep, falling into slumber as softly as a single snowflake winding its way down towards earth.