Viggo was a force of nature, no question about it. 'Shit! How am I supposed to stay angry when the person I want more than oxygen is kissing me like *this*?' Orlando's thoughts swirled through his lust soaked brain. 'God this is Viggo. Viggo is kissing me.' Finally he just quit trying to rationally control his thoughts and just surrendered to the kiss winding the fingers of one hand into Viggo's hair and pulling the older man's hips forward with the other.

Their tongues battled for dominance as Viggo pushed Orlando harder into the wall behind him. Deep, needy moans were coming from Orlando with each thrust of Viggo's hips driving their straining erections together. Viggo wasn't sure which was more erotic, the feel of Orli's responsive body against his or the incredible sounds coming from the younger man. Whichever it was if he didn't stop soon he was going to come in his jeans for the first time since he'd graduated from high school.

Orlando knew he should hold onto his anger, but he really wanted this. He had craved it for years. It might feel good to rant, rave and "be right" for about 10 minutes but that would be 10 minutes longer before he would feel Viggo's hands on his body. That was 10 minutes he wasn't willing to waste. Orlando pulled his mouth towards Viggo's ear and whispered, "Take me home, Viggo," before running the tip of his tongue down the side of Viggo's neck and burying his nose in the crook just above his shoulder. He inhaled and felt Viggo shiver as the air ran across damp, sensitive skin. Breathing deeply, he memorized the unique scent that was Viggo. It was the most wonderful fragrance in the world to him, and Orlando thought he could breathe it every minute for the rest of his life without tiring of it. An hour ago, enjoying that scent was all he had to look forward to. Now, he was dreaming of so much more.

Taking a centering breath, Viggo pulled back slightly causing Orli to whimper at the loss of body contact. He looked down into nearly black eyes that were wide with lust. "Are you sure?" Viggo asked. It would kill him if Orlando said "no", but it would be worse if he regretted it in the morning. "We don't have to move this fast."



Orlando just smiled indulgently up at him. "For a man who makes a good portion of his living either writing or reciting words, you've got a fucked up definition of the word "fast". I've wanted you forever, and if you don't take me home, strip me naked and take me soon, I'm going to spontaneously combust. Any more questions?"

"No, I guess that is pretty clear." Viggo chuckled. "We need to tell Sean something. He looked pretty worried as we raced out of the pub, and I was supposed to be spending the evening with him."

"Yeah, some company you were. As I recall you were sound asleep in the corner while he argued about football."

"Good point. I don't feel the least bit sleepy now."

"Good because I don't plan on letting you sleep anytime soon. Now you go back in the pub and tell Sean you'll see him tomorrow, and I'll go get my car. I'll pick you up in front of the pub." Even though he said the words, Orlando had yet to release his grip on Viggo. The feeling of having Viggo pressed up against him was still too new, and he was afraid that if he left the man alone he'd think too much and change his mind.

"You're going to have to let go if we plan on going anywhere else." Viggo chuckled softly as Orlando laid his head back down on his chest.

"Yeah, I know. Promise me this isn't a dream. That you are really here. That you really want me."

Viggo couldn't see Orlando's face as he spoke, but he could hear the doubt in his voice. Placing his hand under Orlando's chin he turned his face up to look him in the eyes. "I've never wanted anything more in my life."

Orlando just smiled and nodded. He released Viggo with a short, tight squeeze and headed down the street toward his car.

Viggo turned and headed back toward the pub wondering how much he should tell Sean. As it turned out, he needn't have worried. When he entered the pub, he saw Sean sitting in the booth they had picked out with an incredibly lovely brunette on his lap. Neither one of them was paying much attention to anything but each other. Walking up slowly, he touched Sean on the shoulder and motioned that he was leaving.

"Oi!" Sean called when he was half way to the door. "Is everything alright?"



"Yeah." Viggo answered with a sly grin. "Thanks, Sean."

"Anytime, mate." Sean returned his attention to the woman on his lap.

Viggo came out to find Orlando drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. He climbed in, and Orlando took off.

"Shall we go to your hotel? I've only been back in town a few days and my flat's a mess."

"Fine with me." Viggo answered looking out the window. Now that they were alone together and he wasn't incoherent due to contact with Orli's body, he was feeling incredibly shy. 'Grow up, damn it!' he scolded himself. 'You're forty-six, not fourteen.' "So how's filming going?" He tried starting on a neutral subject.

"Great. I love filming in the islands. It's so fucking idyllic. It's not New Zealand, but the diving is incredible. And they have this place…"

Viggo smiled as Orlando rambled on about the ins and outs of his life. Orli's natural exuberance about what he was doing, where he was doing it, and who he was doing it with was one of the things Viggo loved most about him. The drive to the hotel passed quickly while Orlando babbled and Viggo smiled like he had never heard anything more important. They walked through the lobby and rode up in the elevator not talking but standing so close that they could have been attached at the shoulder. Every time their hands brushed they looked into each other's eyes and smiled.

Viggo had just managed to persuade the lock on his room to admit them when Orlando attacked. One hand on Viggo's shoulder and one on his hip, he pushed the older man into the room and up against the nearest wall instantly claiming his mouth in a soul stealing kiss.

Viggo moaned, wound his fingers into Orli's curls and pulled him even closer. As they kissed, hands started exploring. Orlando pulled Viggo's shirt free from his jeans and ran his hands up over the contoured muscles of his back. Pulling back slightly, he was able to skim his hands over Viggo's abs and chest.

Orlando started walking Viggo backwards toward the bed. When he felt them hit something solid, he pushed Viggo down onto the mattress and knelt over him pulling off his own shirt and starting to unbutton Viggo's. "Have you dreamed about me in this bed?"

Viggo just nodded never taking his eyes off his soon to be lover.

"What have you dreamed? Talk to me, Viggo. Let me hear the words. Let me hear your deepest desires."

Viggo watched breathlessly as the dark head dipped to his chest, then hissed with pleasure as one nipple was covered by a warm mouth, teeth and tongue worrying the tawny nub, sending sharp bolts of sensation through his body. Orli suckled and teased his peaked nipples until he panted helplessly. Moving down the rippling stomach, he paused to twirl his tongue wetly around his belly button quickly darting his tongue in, smiling with satisfaction at the gasping moan that rewarded his efforts. "Talk to me, Viggo. What were we doing last night in this room?"

Awash in a sea of sensation, Viggo began…"I had the windows open last night. We were laying on the bed naked enjoying the feel of the air on our bodies. At first, we were just talking. Talking and stroking each other. I was telling you about the opening coming up in Houston. You started kissing my chest and moving down my body like you just did." Viggo gasped and clutched at Orlando's curls as he hit a sensitive spot right next to his hip bone.

"Don't stop now, Vig. I love bedtime stories."

Viggo started talking again telling Orlando about his fantasy from the night before.

Orlando continued his delightful journey acting out the words he was hearing. He pointedly avoided the weeping shaft that lay curved against his partner's stomach, moving instead between the trembling thighs, to press wet kisses over the tender skin where leg and groin meet, then lapped teasingly at the smooth sack beneath his lover's hardened flesh. A series of muffled groans accompanied these explorations, and Orlando caught Viggo's rocking hips in a firm grip before spreading the straining legs wider, to swipe his tongue over his tight entrance.

That was the end of the bedtime story. Viggo was no longer capable of coherent speech. In fact, he was unable to hold back a near shriek as he was first licked, then breached by his younger lover's devastating tongue. Giving up all pretense of control, he whimpered breathlessly. "Please. Oh, fuck. Orli. More. Don't stop."

Retrieving the lube and a condom from the bedside table, Viggo pushed Orlando back, dropped his head without warning and engulfed his dripping cock. Orli howled at the unexpected sensation as he was suckled expertly. Viggo set a pace intended to drive Orli to the brink and then slowed bringing him back from the edge. Pulling his mouth off completely, he efficiently rolled on the condom and coated Orli's shaft with a generous amount of lube. He stroked up and down exploring the shape and texture of his new lover.

"If you don't stop that, you're going to make me come." Orli's voice cut through the lust filled haze surrounding them. Viggo looked up into smiling eyes and pulled their mouths together, immediately plunging his tongue deep into Orlando's mouth. They kissed for what seemed like forever, but wasn't nearly long enough. Orlando reached down for the bottle of lube, but Viggo pushed his hand away.

Repeating his thoughts from last night he said, "I'm ready for you, Baby. Come inside of me." Viggo closed his eyes and moaned in anticipation as his legs were lifted to his lover's shoulders, his sighs ending in a growl as he was filled with a slow steady push. His eyes flickering open, Orlando found himself finally joined with his heart's desire. As they both gasped for breath, Orlando looked deep into Viggo's eyes and lost himself in the love evident there. "I love you," he whispered, his breath ghosting over his lover's lips.

Pulling back, Orlando thrust forward forcefully, stars flickering before his eyes as he slipped into the slick warmth then retreated again, his rapidly increasing rhythm erratic as his stomach tightened with impending release.

Viggo groaned, arching off the bed as he was stroked from within by his lover's hard shaft, and from without by the hot hand that curled tightly around his throbbing length. "Fuck. Orli," he panted brokenly, "I…am…oh, FUCK…NOW…" his final words ending in a shriek as he came violently, hot, creamy fluid coating both of their sweat soaked stomachs.

Orlando threw his head back, a hoarse shout escaping as he thrust into the silken heat once more before his release was coaxed from him by the convulsing passage. Collapsing onto Viggo's chest, he gently lowered his lover's shaking legs, then lay still for a long moment before carefully withdrawing and settling to the side with a sigh, laying his head on Viggo's shoulder and embracing his lover. "Damn! Why did we wait so long to do this?"

"At the moment, I can't think of one good reason." Viggo shifted trying to get comfortable around the sticky mess between them. "We need a shower, but I don't think I can move."

Orlando laughed, snuggling closer to the damp and sticky body beside him. "Well what can you expect at your age. I'm going to wear you out in no time. Come on, I'll help you up." Orlando added moving off of the bed and holding his hand out to Viggo.

~~~~~

Orlando woke to bright light streaming in through the windows becoming instantly aware of two things. One was the warm body wrapped around him and two, the insistent presence of his aching erection. He shifted slightly backwards to find a gloriously hard length pressing back.

As Viggo stirred, he pressed closer to the toned, olive body in front of him, drawing shudders from the younger man as skin slid temptingly over skin. Starting with his neck, Viggo nipped and licked at the skin still overly sensitive from all the attention of the night before. Viggo had taken Orlando up against the tile wall in the shower and then sometime during the night he had woken to the feel of Orlando's hard length rocking against his hip. He had moved under the covers and brought the younger man to a quick climax with his mouth.

Turning his head to plant a lingering kiss on Viggo's mouth, Orlando whispered a sleep rough, "Good morning."

"Mmmm…" was Viggo's only response as he moved his hand down Orlando's chest to find his already weeping member, stroking it firmly and swirling the rough pad of his thumb over the slick head. He pulled Orli snugly back into the curve of his body, pressing soft kisses along his jaw. He moaned as the younger man moved against him urgently, his firm ass rubbing teasingly over Viggo's hardened shaft.

Reaching behind him for the lube and a condom, Viggo quickly prepared himself and thrust forward sinking into tight, silken heat with a rumbling moan. Orlando pushed back steadily, impaling himself on his lover's shaft. Rocking his hips, Viggo thrust deeply into the velvety heat before him, then pulled back, sliding firmly over his lover's sweet spot with each movement. "More, Lover!" Orlando whimpered as Viggo settled into a steady rhythm continuing to stroke him in time with their movements.

Orlando let out a sobbing gasp, his body tightening as he neared his climax. "Oh, fuck…oh, fuck…harder…harder" he breathed, pressing back toward the now pounding thrusts. "Now!" he groaned, his release spurting over the still-moving hand.

Feeling the first spasms caress him, Viggo pushed forward into the silken heat, whimpering in pleasure as his climax was pulled from him by the pulsing warmth.

Curled together snugly, they drifted back toward sleep. Viggo giving voice to his last conscious thought, "I love you, Orli."

~~~~~

Hunger finally drove them as far as the couch to eat room service at about 11. They sat facing each other Orlando's legs intertwined with Viggo's. Continuing to catch up on each other's lives, they ate with long breaks for kissing.

"What are you doing after you leave London? Could you come back with me to Kingston? I've got about 3 weeks of filming left." Orlando glanced up at Viggo from his place snuggled against his chest.

"I don't see how we are going to get away with that. It's one thing to be together in a big city like London where no one is expecting to see us. On a small island filled with tourists all carrying cameras, we'd be all over the press by the time we reached the hotel." Viggo reasoned.

Orlando sighed. "Viggo, I've spent the last six years pretending I wasn't in love with you, and it nearly tore me apart. I'm not doing that for the next six years."

"Robin and the studios won't be happy with you coming out. It'll effect your career, everything you've worked so hard for."

"I'm not the kid I was in New Zealand. I've learned to stand up for me and what I want. This is what I want. I want *YOU*. I want an *US*, and I want *EVERYBODY* to know about it. Fuck everything and everybody else. If we feel this is right, everything else will take care of itself. If I can't be a movie star and gay, then I guess being a movie star isn't that important. It's one thing to play the game when you don't have anyone, but I'm not hiding the most important part of my life. So Viggo, I guess it's up to you. Do you want me?"



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