Strangers Part 4
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aleathielOkay, here it is. Sorry it took ages! Thanks ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
olivia_ramirez for betaing!
Just so that you don't have to go trailing back through the archive to find them, here are the previous chapters:
one
two
three
And then:
Part IV
It’s light outside but there is no sunshine streaming across the bed when Orlando wakes. It’s still raining hard although the thunder seems to have passed. His legs are all tangled in his sheets and the fabric is stuck to him with sweat. When he rolls over, kicking and pulling at them to stay covered, the other side of the bed is warm as if recently vacated. Orlando lies still. He’s sure he’d remember if he’d had sex last night. And he’s not hung over, so he wasn’t drunk.
Before his sleepy brain makes the connection Viggo comes back in from the other room. He’s pulled on the shirt from last night, but it hangs loosely unbuttoned, hem brushing his thighs beneath his white boxers.
Oh yeah. Viggo. It comes flooding back as he smiles at his friend, accepting the mug of coffee. Viggo sits on the bed, reaching to pull on his trousers before standing again to fasten them. “Thanks for letting me stay,” he says sincerely as his hands go to the buttons and inch by inch his beautiful chest disappears.
Beautiful chest?
Orlando nearly snorts with laughter at his subconscious. Where did that come from? Viggo seems his smile and smiles back, eyebrow raised quizzically. “What’s amusing, elf-boy?”
He’d missed Viggo. Missed the fellowship and the nickname almost brings a lump to his throat.
“I’ve missed you.” Sometimes the truth is simplest. Except of course that wasn’t what had made him smile.
“And I’ve missed you. I’ve kept track though. Got clippings from your glorious career on my mirror.”
It almost makes Orlando blush like a schoolboy, but he doesn’t have time because Viggo’s leaning across the bed to pull him into a hug. And he can’t help it but he’s getting hard. He can’t pull away, then it would be too obvious.
It’s obvious anyway and a teasing grin dawns on Viggo’s face. Before Orlando can move or guess what’s going to happen, Viggo’s hand is down between them and wrapped around Orlando’s erection and Orlando can feel the heat of his palm even though the two layers of fabric. He gasps and jerks involuntarily. “Oh, to be twenty-seven again,” Viggo murmurs before touching his forehead to Orlando’s, letting go of him and climbing off the bed.
Oh, to be twenty-seven again. Orlando almost sighs as he smiles. Viggo had assumed it was just a morning erection. Which of course it was.
Just he hadn’t had it when he woke up.
*
Viggo is frying bacon when Orlando gets out of the shower, better acquainted with his hand. The scent fills the whole apartment and Orlando’s stomach growls in appreciation.
“You know,” he says as he walks into the kitchen in his jeans, towelling his hair dry, “I think the thing I missed the most about not eating meat was proper English breakfast.”
“I’m not sure this counts. You only had bacon and eggs so it’ll be bacon omelette.”
Orlando sinks into a wooden chair and hangs the towel over the arm before changing his mind and using it to dry his bare feet. “That’s fine. I need to go to the supermarket anyway. Weren’t there any tomatoes?”
“We used the last ones last night.” Viggo lifts the pan from the stove and flips the omelette onto a plate before cutting it in two and slipping half onto a second plate.
Orlando has retrieved his coffee from the bedroom and takes a sip. It’s cold now and he pulls a face.
“Want some ice?” Viggo grins, knowing iced coffee was an American delicacy Orlando hated almost as much as he did iced tea.
Orlando sticks out his tongue before filling his mouth with omelette. It’s nice to see Viggo across the breakfast table. It’s unexpectedly civilised and as they chat Orlando can’t help thinking that he could get used to it.
He adds the plates to the pile in the sink when they are finished and then groans and reaches for the washing up liquid. Viggo laughs but makes no move to help. Orlando narrows his eyes at his friend over his shoulder.
“Hey, I cooked,” Viggo shrugs, raising his hands innocently.
Orlando growls at him and reaches for the bacon pan, but suddenly Viggo is there, his arms around Orlando’s waist and his nose in his curls. Orlando almost shuts his eyes to savour the feeling, but pushes it aside and begins to scrub the pan. Viggo’s hands are still on his chest and against his will Orlando feels his erection growing once more and the urge to push up against the lovely friction of the cabinet is unbelievable.
The urge to push back against Viggo is even worse.
Viggo is humming a little tune in Orlando’s ear and Orlando laughs, playing along, imagining this is like all those other times Viggo has hugged him. But he can feel the blood thrumming in his ears and it makes the laughter sound false, sound tinny and he wonders if Viggo can tell.
Then Viggo presses closer and Orlando knows he can tell, but it’s okay because in this position Orlando can tell too.
TBC…
olivia_ramirez for betaing!Just so that you don't have to go trailing back through the archive to find them, here are the previous chapters:
one
two
three
And then:
Part IV
It’s light outside but there is no sunshine streaming across the bed when Orlando wakes. It’s still raining hard although the thunder seems to have passed. His legs are all tangled in his sheets and the fabric is stuck to him with sweat. When he rolls over, kicking and pulling at them to stay covered, the other side of the bed is warm as if recently vacated. Orlando lies still. He’s sure he’d remember if he’d had sex last night. And he’s not hung over, so he wasn’t drunk.
Before his sleepy brain makes the connection Viggo comes back in from the other room. He’s pulled on the shirt from last night, but it hangs loosely unbuttoned, hem brushing his thighs beneath his white boxers.
Oh yeah. Viggo. It comes flooding back as he smiles at his friend, accepting the mug of coffee. Viggo sits on the bed, reaching to pull on his trousers before standing again to fasten them. “Thanks for letting me stay,” he says sincerely as his hands go to the buttons and inch by inch his beautiful chest disappears.
Beautiful chest?
Orlando nearly snorts with laughter at his subconscious. Where did that come from? Viggo seems his smile and smiles back, eyebrow raised quizzically. “What’s amusing, elf-boy?”
He’d missed Viggo. Missed the fellowship and the nickname almost brings a lump to his throat.
“I’ve missed you.” Sometimes the truth is simplest. Except of course that wasn’t what had made him smile.
“And I’ve missed you. I’ve kept track though. Got clippings from your glorious career on my mirror.”
It almost makes Orlando blush like a schoolboy, but he doesn’t have time because Viggo’s leaning across the bed to pull him into a hug. And he can’t help it but he’s getting hard. He can’t pull away, then it would be too obvious.
It’s obvious anyway and a teasing grin dawns on Viggo’s face. Before Orlando can move or guess what’s going to happen, Viggo’s hand is down between them and wrapped around Orlando’s erection and Orlando can feel the heat of his palm even though the two layers of fabric. He gasps and jerks involuntarily. “Oh, to be twenty-seven again,” Viggo murmurs before touching his forehead to Orlando’s, letting go of him and climbing off the bed.
Oh, to be twenty-seven again. Orlando almost sighs as he smiles. Viggo had assumed it was just a morning erection. Which of course it was.
Just he hadn’t had it when he woke up.
*
Viggo is frying bacon when Orlando gets out of the shower, better acquainted with his hand. The scent fills the whole apartment and Orlando’s stomach growls in appreciation.
“You know,” he says as he walks into the kitchen in his jeans, towelling his hair dry, “I think the thing I missed the most about not eating meat was proper English breakfast.”
“I’m not sure this counts. You only had bacon and eggs so it’ll be bacon omelette.”
Orlando sinks into a wooden chair and hangs the towel over the arm before changing his mind and using it to dry his bare feet. “That’s fine. I need to go to the supermarket anyway. Weren’t there any tomatoes?”
“We used the last ones last night.” Viggo lifts the pan from the stove and flips the omelette onto a plate before cutting it in two and slipping half onto a second plate.
Orlando has retrieved his coffee from the bedroom and takes a sip. It’s cold now and he pulls a face.
“Want some ice?” Viggo grins, knowing iced coffee was an American delicacy Orlando hated almost as much as he did iced tea.
Orlando sticks out his tongue before filling his mouth with omelette. It’s nice to see Viggo across the breakfast table. It’s unexpectedly civilised and as they chat Orlando can’t help thinking that he could get used to it.
He adds the plates to the pile in the sink when they are finished and then groans and reaches for the washing up liquid. Viggo laughs but makes no move to help. Orlando narrows his eyes at his friend over his shoulder.
“Hey, I cooked,” Viggo shrugs, raising his hands innocently.
Orlando growls at him and reaches for the bacon pan, but suddenly Viggo is there, his arms around Orlando’s waist and his nose in his curls. Orlando almost shuts his eyes to savour the feeling, but pushes it aside and begins to scrub the pan. Viggo’s hands are still on his chest and against his will Orlando feels his erection growing once more and the urge to push up against the lovely friction of the cabinet is unbelievable.
The urge to push back against Viggo is even worse.
Viggo is humming a little tune in Orlando’s ear and Orlando laughs, playing along, imagining this is like all those other times Viggo has hugged him. But he can feel the blood thrumming in his ears and it makes the laughter sound false, sound tinny and he wonders if Viggo can tell.
Then Viggo presses closer and Orlando knows he can tell, but it’s okay because in this position Orlando can tell too.
TBC…
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Date: 2004-01-30 02:38 pm (UTC)its really really cute. like, really. cute.
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Date: 2004-01-31 12:52 am (UTC)I hope you won't have to wait too long, because if you do that means I haven't had time to read it and that means I've had too much work!
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Date: 2004-01-30 03:29 pm (UTC)Oh, no, you can't stop there! *wailing and gnashing of teeth* Or, uh, thanks for the update? Yeah, that sounds more polite... ;-) Very fun, very cute, and the affection between them is wonderfully portrayed.
Thank you! Zoe
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Date: 2004-01-31 12:54 am (UTC)and it's fun to leave you all hangingno subject
Date: 2004-01-30 09:51 pm (UTC)This is absolutely wonderful. It's very comfortable and warm with an underlying tension that keeps building up, building up... and then you stopped it RIGHT there.
I won't hold it against you, I've done it before.
Lovely. <3
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Date: 2004-01-31 12:54 am (UTC)I'm pleased you're enjoying it.
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Date: 2004-01-31 12:59 am (UTC)Of course--you're killing me that you ended it there!! ;o)
Ah, but genius can't be rushed right? Great job ;o)
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Date: 2004-01-31 01:17 am (UTC)You'd know better than me!
I'm aiming to get the next part up later this week.
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Date: 2004-01-31 06:27 pm (UTC)i enjoyed your writing, simple but beautifully detailed, the way you set the scene and describe the action. and the chemistry between the two is spot on, the tiny bit of tension and uncertainty stirred into the old friendship.
excellent read. thanks for writing and sharing.
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