Snowed In - A Birthday Fic for araestel
Title: Snowed In
Author:Vanessa
Pairing: OB/VM
Rating: R
Summary: Orlando hates the snow...Viggo shows him it's not so bad
Feedback: Always appreciated
Disclaimer: This is not true. I don’t know them, and I'm not making any claims about them in real life. It never happened.
Betas: The wonderful tamsu2002 & foxrafer
Archive: Please don't
Author’s Notes: For araestel, who hates the snow too. Happy Birthday, hon.
~*~
The large snowflakes clumped together as they fell, accumulating rapidly on the ground outside. The storm had only started three hours ago, yet the entire world already seemed blanketed in white, not a single bit of brown or green visible. By morning, if the weatherman was correct, there would be half a meter of snow outside and the roads would be impassible for days.
Orlando pulled the curtains shut and returned to the couch where he scowled at the falling snow through the curtains, the wall, and occasionally the roof. Snow was wonderful on the slopes when he wanted to snowboard, but it fucking sucked everywhere else and he hated it, particularly when it ruined all his plans.
"What's wrong?" Viggo slipped onto the couch and slung his arm around Orlando's shoulders.
"It's snowing."
"It's winter."
"So? It's not snowing in Los Angeles." He scooted away, leaned over, and rested his head in Viggo's lap so he was staring up at his lover. "Remind me why we came out here again?"
"Because," Viggo began, sliding his arms around Orlando and pulling him up into his lap, "it's peaceful here. There are no fans..." Viggo nipped at Orlando's neck. "No paparazzi...." He slid his hand under Orlando's shirt, dipped his fingers under the waistband of Orlando's pants, and leaned in close. "No publicists or managers telling us what we can and can't do..."
"Yeah." Viggo's breath was hot against Orlando's ear and his fingers were doing things that Aleen and Robin would definitely not approve of.
"It's just you and me and four days of blissful isolation."
Orlando had to think for a moment to remember why he was upset. "Complete isolation," he grumbled, stilling Viggo's hand so he could properly grouse. "I just didn't want to be this cut off. We won't be able to leave the house!"
"And that's a problem?" Viggo's other hand found its way under Orlando's shirt.
Oh, well, if Viggo was going to put it that way... "No," Orlando breathed, leaning into the touch, "not at all."
~*~
Orlando had reached that state of boredom where nothing sounded at all interesting, no matter how amusing it would have been otherwise. He'd either already seen or had no interest in any of the DVDs they owned, his video games couldn't keep his attention for more than five minutes, and that morning he'd read the same sentence in his book four times before giving up and throwing it across the room in annoyance. Even sex had lost most of its appeal after two days of being trapped in the house with little else to do.
"Viggo!" As he called out, Orlando leaned so far over the arm of the chair in his attempt to peer into the kitchen that his shoulders practically touched the floor. Sidi pranced in, sniffing and whiffing and licking Orlando's face exuberantly. There was no sign of Viggo, however. There hadn't been for a few hours.
Reluctantly, Orlando pushed himself out of the chair and ambled through the house, peering into each room in turn. The dog followed, sniffing excitedly and darting in to explore behind each new door as it was opened.
Viggo was behind none of them.
"Where'd Viggo go, Sidi?" Orlando knelt and scratched behind the dog's ears, trying to hide his worry. It wouldn't have been odd for Viggo to have been absorbed in some project for a few hours, but for him to disappear entirely was disturbing. "Go get him!"
Sidi dashed towards the back door, barking excitedly as he skidded around the corner in his haste to get there. He scratched, whined, and yapped as Orlando followed at a more sedate pace, his forehead creased and the corners of his mouth turned down into a small frown.
"Are you sure, boy? He already fed the animals today. I think you just want outside."
The dog yapped and pawed at the floor, then resumed looking through the window in the door.
"All right, all right." Orlando pulled the door open and peered outside, shivering in the cold air that blew into the house. There might have been extra footprints in the snow, but it was hard to tell; Viggo had been out to the barn three or four times since the worst of the snow had stopped and Sidi's mad dash for freedom obscured any recent tracks far beyond Orlando's ability to interpret.
He didn't see Viggo, but he leaned out into the cold and hollered anyway, hoping that perhaps Viggo was just around the corner or over the rise where he couldn't be seen. There was no response, and now Orlando had to brave the cold and snow to fetch Sidi.
What had seemed cold from inside the warmth of the house turned out to be absolutely frigid, and Orlando was glad he had taken the time to grab his scarf and gloves before chasing after his errant dog and missing lover. "Sidi! Viggo!" he called as he followed the dog's tracks away from the house and barn through the otherwise pristine snow. Sometimes Orlando swore that damn mutt was almost more trouble than he was worth.
Sidi appeared at the top of the hill, barking excitedly, and Orlando had to grin. At least Sidi was having fun and seemed excited to see him. "Come here, boy!" he called, but Sidi just barked again and dashed back over the top of the rise, leaving Orlando to follow.
He was cursing the snow, the dog, Viggo, and everything else that came to mind by the time he crested the rise to find Sidi chasing his tail. "Sidi!" he scolded, taking a step towards the dog, and then he stopped as a figure peeled itself away from a nearby tree.
"It took you long enough to get here."
"I didn't know I was supposed to come!" Orlando launched himself into Viggo's arms and kissed him enthusiastically. "You just disappeared, you know? Am I supposed to be, like, psychic?"
"Sidi found me quickly enough."
"I'm not a bloody dog!"
"You could have followed him."
"I did!"
Viggo threw his head back and laughed. "Not very quickly."
Orlando wriggled free and pulled his cap down tighter over his ears. "Unlike Sidi, I do not have fur to keep me warm."
Viggo came up behind Orlando and wrapped his arms back around him. "That's my job." Viggo's voice was low and sensual in his ear and Orlando shivered for reasons that had nothing to do with the cold.
"You can't keep me warm if I don't know where you are, Old Man."
"I'm right here." Viggo found that exposed bit of skin between Orlando's hat and scarf and nipped lightly at it.
Orlando moaned and leaned back, but squeaked when Viggo's hands found their way under his jacket and shirt to press against his skin. "Cold!"
"Very astute.'
"That's not keeping me warm."
"You can't do the same for me?"
Orlando grinned and pulled Viggo's hands from under his clothes. "Of course I can. Come on."
"No."
"No?" What the fuck? It was below freezing, there was a foot of snow on the ground, and Viggo wanted to stay outside?
Viggo grinned, his lips curling until his smile really had to be called a smirk and his eyes looked wild and crazy. "No." He pounced, tackling Orlando to the ground, sending snow flying into the air as they rolled towards the yapping, bouncing dog.
Sidi licked them both, but a look and a word from Viggo sent him scurrying off to investigate some interesting sight or smell nearby. He bounded out of sight, leaving Viggo and Orlando alone in the cold that was penetrating through Orlando's thick layers.
Orlando shivered and tried to roll over so the snow wasn't pressing against his back or sliding under his coat and up his pants leg, but Viggo held him firm, pinning him to the ground and distracting him with light kisses and grinding hips that made him squirm and ache and need more. "Please Viggo," he begged, though he no longer knew what he was begging for.
"Please what?"
Let me up? More? The conflicting ideas were at war in Orlando's brain as he raised his hips and kissed Viggo back, shivering desperately. He wanted to go inside and lie in front of the fire but the house was a five minute trudge away. He wanted Viggo now not then, or maybe now and then, only it was too cold and there was no way he was taking off any of his clothes.
Viggo kissed him deeply and passionately and Orlando was almost ready to reconsider his decision to keep all his clothes on when Viggo moved back, pulled him to his feet, and dragged him towards the barn.
Orlando giggled. It was closer than the house and it would probably be warm enough with a blanket under him, Viggo over him, and the heat of their bodies mingling together. "We'll scandalize the animals, Vig."
"No we won't."
And they didn't, because they only put Sidi into the barn and then they went around it, to where there were two snowmobiles waiting, helmets on the seats and keys in the ignitions.
Orlando squealed and pounced, pulling Viggo down to the snow and covering his face with exuberant kisses. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" He'd long wanted to ride snowmobiles out here, but Viggo had resisted the idea, coming up with one excuse after another why they shouldn't or couldn't.
Viggo sputtered and laughed and finally managed to get free by reminding Orlando that they couldn't ride the things if they were rolling around in the cold snow. Almost immediately, Orlando pulled himself up and dashed to the closest vehicle.
"Where did you get them? How did you get them? How did you get them out here? The roads are blocked still, aren't they? I guess they could have ridden them out here, but then who brought them? You didn't get them yourself; you'd have had to walk forever and you weren't gone that long. Did you rent them or are they ours to keep and do I really get to ride it?"
"I bought them at a store last week and they were delivered before the storm." Viggo wrapped his arms around Orlando's waist. "You get to ride it until the studios figure out that you have one and try to stop you."
Orlando wrinkled his nose and then pushed the thought out of his mind. It would be just another item in the long list of things he ignored whenever he thought he could get away with it... and he could definitely get away with it while trapped in Idaho by a horrible snowstorm.
He jumped on, strapped the helmet to his head, and grinned at his lover. "You'd better hurry up, Old Man, or you'll have to try to follow my trails."
"Patience, Orlando," Viggo cautioned, as he swung onto the other snowmobile, secured the helmet, and hit the gas, flying off and leaving Orlando to follow and weave over the snow in an attempt to catch up.
He wouldn't let Viggo win, especially not with a dirty trick like that.
~*~
It was warm and comfortable in Viggo's arms, but the peculiarly dueling shadows were growing shorter, indicating it was time to move. If either of the fires died the warm pile of tarps and mats and blankets between them would rapidly become cold and Orlando would freeze bits of his body that he never intended to expose to the snow.
Viggo had stayed ahead on the snowmobiles, taking a twisting, turning path that Orlando had been unable to anticipate. He had led the way to their current location, where blankets, mats, and tarps had been heaped between two well-spaced, generous stacks of wood that Viggo had promptly lit and coaxed into decent size fires. The pile of bedding was away from the worst of the heat, but the more pleasant zones overlapped, creating a warm area in which Viggo had promptly stripped and had easily convinced Orlando to do the same.
He was glad Viggo had convinced him, though.
Initially, the bedding had been cold under the tarp that had protected it from the lightly falling snow, but the fire had warmed the bedding as quickly as it had warmed Orlando. The flurries falling around them had provided the perfect background while Viggo and Orlando worshiped each other and delighted in the added sensations of flickering heat and occasional gusts of cold wind.
It had been perfect and not at all what Orlando had expected when he'd gone searching for Viggo.
A log collapsed, sending up a shower of sparks that fell harmlessly in the snow. Orlando glared at the dwindling fire and stretched, the covers falling off his torso as he sat up. "I think that's our sign."
Viggo lazily ran a finger up the scar over Orlando's spine, sending a shiver through Orlando's body. "Unfortunately." He traced the thin line back down to where it ended.
Orlando twisted around, putting his spine out of Viggo's reach, and eyed the tarp where Viggo had tucked their clothes. It was close to the still heartily burning fire... yet too far away to reach from the warm protection of the blankets and mats. He should never have let Viggo take care of their clothing.
While Orlando contemplated the best way to obtain his clothes, Viggo climbed from the bedding and walked barefoot across the mostly melted snow without even a gasp or shiver and tossed Orlando's clothing back to him. Viggo had dressed and put the fires out by the time Orlando was bundled up again and he shivered, shook, and wished desperately for the warmth of the flames and the blankets and most of all the heat of Viggo's body wrapped around his.
Viggo took Orlando's hand and pulled him in for a kiss that was only a shadow of what they'd just experienced but was still perfect and wonderful and left Orlando desperately wanting more.
"I'll race you back." Viggo grinned as he pulled back, his eyes dancing wickedly. "You can take whatever route you want. Whoever gets back inside first is the winner."
"What do I get when I win?"
"We'll talk about that if you do."
Orlando kissed Viggo softly on the corner of his mouth and grinned. "You're on." He was certain Viggo thought he had the advantage, as he'd led Orlando here, but Orlando knew exactly where they were and the best way to get back to the house. He had no intention of letting Viggo win this time.
~*~
"They said the roads would be clear by morning."
Orlando twisted around on the bed and looked at Viggo over his shoulder. "Who did?"
"The announcers on the radio."
"So we'll be able to leave, then."
"You sound disappointed." Viggo crawled onto the bed and ran warm hands up Orlando's bare back.
Orlando let his head fall back to the pillow and moaned. "A little."
Viggo rubbed some oil on his hands and began rubbing and kneading Orlando's sore muscles. "I didn't think you liked being trapped."
It took a few minutes before Orlando could make his brain think about anything other than the way Viggo was pressing and pushing and hitting all the right spots. "I - oh! There! - I didn't, but I, ah, don't want to, ooh, go back to LA either. If," he gasped as Viggo hit a particularly sensitive spot. "If we're snowed in, Robin and Aleen can't get mad at me for missing whatever they have planned." He waved one hand lazily in the air and let it fall back down to the bed.
"We could pretend we're still trapped."
It was a tempting thought, but not realistic. "They won't believe me. They'll watch the news, check the weather, all that."
"Too bad."
"Yeah." Orlando had to agree, but then again, he would agree to anything Viggo said if Viggo kept massaging his back muscles like he was currently doing.
"We still have tomorrow."
That was true, they did. "Maybe it will snow more, yeah?"
Viggo's chuckle filled the room and the fingers that were so carefully probing and pushing at Orlando's tense muscles twitched and danced and suddenly the two men were rolling around, laughing and tickling each other. "I hope not," Viggo gasped when Orlando had him pinned to the bed, his hands above his head. "We'll run out of food."
Not only that, but Robin and Aleen would have trouble explaining why Orlando couldn't appear for his engagement. Orlando pushed that thought out of his mind and leaned down to kiss his lover. Then he pulled back, rolled off Viggo, stretched out on his stomach, and looked at Viggo with an imperiously arched eyebrow. "I hope you don't think you're done."
"I would never presume to trick you out of your hard won prize," Viggo replied as he climbed to his knees and spread more oil on his hands.
"Good," Orlando murmured as he was again lost in the wonderfully relaxing pleasure of Viggo's talented hands on his back.
Later, as they lay in bed next to each other with Sidi at their feet, Viggo put his lips close to Orlando's ear. "So do you still hate the snow?"
Orlando grinned and turned his head to capture Viggo's lips in a deep, searing kiss. "I suppose," he replied, pulling back a little and resting his forehead against Viggo's, "it has a few redeeming qualities."
He could feel Viggo's eyebrows arch. "Only a few?"
"If there are more, you'll have to show them to me next time, yeah?"
Viggo chuckled and kissed him. "I'll just have to do that."
Author:Vanessa
Pairing: OB/VM
Rating: R
Summary: Orlando hates the snow...Viggo shows him it's not so bad
Feedback: Always appreciated
Disclaimer: This is not true. I don’t know them, and I'm not making any claims about them in real life. It never happened.
Betas: The wonderful tamsu2002 & foxrafer
Archive: Please don't
Author’s Notes: For araestel, who hates the snow too. Happy Birthday, hon.
~*~
The large snowflakes clumped together as they fell, accumulating rapidly on the ground outside. The storm had only started three hours ago, yet the entire world already seemed blanketed in white, not a single bit of brown or green visible. By morning, if the weatherman was correct, there would be half a meter of snow outside and the roads would be impassible for days.
Orlando pulled the curtains shut and returned to the couch where he scowled at the falling snow through the curtains, the wall, and occasionally the roof. Snow was wonderful on the slopes when he wanted to snowboard, but it fucking sucked everywhere else and he hated it, particularly when it ruined all his plans.
"What's wrong?" Viggo slipped onto the couch and slung his arm around Orlando's shoulders.
"It's snowing."
"It's winter."
"So? It's not snowing in Los Angeles." He scooted away, leaned over, and rested his head in Viggo's lap so he was staring up at his lover. "Remind me why we came out here again?"
"Because," Viggo began, sliding his arms around Orlando and pulling him up into his lap, "it's peaceful here. There are no fans..." Viggo nipped at Orlando's neck. "No paparazzi...." He slid his hand under Orlando's shirt, dipped his fingers under the waistband of Orlando's pants, and leaned in close. "No publicists or managers telling us what we can and can't do..."
"Yeah." Viggo's breath was hot against Orlando's ear and his fingers were doing things that Aleen and Robin would definitely not approve of.
"It's just you and me and four days of blissful isolation."
Orlando had to think for a moment to remember why he was upset. "Complete isolation," he grumbled, stilling Viggo's hand so he could properly grouse. "I just didn't want to be this cut off. We won't be able to leave the house!"
"And that's a problem?" Viggo's other hand found its way under Orlando's shirt.
Oh, well, if Viggo was going to put it that way... "No," Orlando breathed, leaning into the touch, "not at all."
~*~
Orlando had reached that state of boredom where nothing sounded at all interesting, no matter how amusing it would have been otherwise. He'd either already seen or had no interest in any of the DVDs they owned, his video games couldn't keep his attention for more than five minutes, and that morning he'd read the same sentence in his book four times before giving up and throwing it across the room in annoyance. Even sex had lost most of its appeal after two days of being trapped in the house with little else to do.
"Viggo!" As he called out, Orlando leaned so far over the arm of the chair in his attempt to peer into the kitchen that his shoulders practically touched the floor. Sidi pranced in, sniffing and whiffing and licking Orlando's face exuberantly. There was no sign of Viggo, however. There hadn't been for a few hours.
Reluctantly, Orlando pushed himself out of the chair and ambled through the house, peering into each room in turn. The dog followed, sniffing excitedly and darting in to explore behind each new door as it was opened.
Viggo was behind none of them.
"Where'd Viggo go, Sidi?" Orlando knelt and scratched behind the dog's ears, trying to hide his worry. It wouldn't have been odd for Viggo to have been absorbed in some project for a few hours, but for him to disappear entirely was disturbing. "Go get him!"
Sidi dashed towards the back door, barking excitedly as he skidded around the corner in his haste to get there. He scratched, whined, and yapped as Orlando followed at a more sedate pace, his forehead creased and the corners of his mouth turned down into a small frown.
"Are you sure, boy? He already fed the animals today. I think you just want outside."
The dog yapped and pawed at the floor, then resumed looking through the window in the door.
"All right, all right." Orlando pulled the door open and peered outside, shivering in the cold air that blew into the house. There might have been extra footprints in the snow, but it was hard to tell; Viggo had been out to the barn three or four times since the worst of the snow had stopped and Sidi's mad dash for freedom obscured any recent tracks far beyond Orlando's ability to interpret.
He didn't see Viggo, but he leaned out into the cold and hollered anyway, hoping that perhaps Viggo was just around the corner or over the rise where he couldn't be seen. There was no response, and now Orlando had to brave the cold and snow to fetch Sidi.
What had seemed cold from inside the warmth of the house turned out to be absolutely frigid, and Orlando was glad he had taken the time to grab his scarf and gloves before chasing after his errant dog and missing lover. "Sidi! Viggo!" he called as he followed the dog's tracks away from the house and barn through the otherwise pristine snow. Sometimes Orlando swore that damn mutt was almost more trouble than he was worth.
Sidi appeared at the top of the hill, barking excitedly, and Orlando had to grin. At least Sidi was having fun and seemed excited to see him. "Come here, boy!" he called, but Sidi just barked again and dashed back over the top of the rise, leaving Orlando to follow.
He was cursing the snow, the dog, Viggo, and everything else that came to mind by the time he crested the rise to find Sidi chasing his tail. "Sidi!" he scolded, taking a step towards the dog, and then he stopped as a figure peeled itself away from a nearby tree.
"It took you long enough to get here."
"I didn't know I was supposed to come!" Orlando launched himself into Viggo's arms and kissed him enthusiastically. "You just disappeared, you know? Am I supposed to be, like, psychic?"
"Sidi found me quickly enough."
"I'm not a bloody dog!"
"You could have followed him."
"I did!"
Viggo threw his head back and laughed. "Not very quickly."
Orlando wriggled free and pulled his cap down tighter over his ears. "Unlike Sidi, I do not have fur to keep me warm."
Viggo came up behind Orlando and wrapped his arms back around him. "That's my job." Viggo's voice was low and sensual in his ear and Orlando shivered for reasons that had nothing to do with the cold.
"You can't keep me warm if I don't know where you are, Old Man."
"I'm right here." Viggo found that exposed bit of skin between Orlando's hat and scarf and nipped lightly at it.
Orlando moaned and leaned back, but squeaked when Viggo's hands found their way under his jacket and shirt to press against his skin. "Cold!"
"Very astute.'
"That's not keeping me warm."
"You can't do the same for me?"
Orlando grinned and pulled Viggo's hands from under his clothes. "Of course I can. Come on."
"No."
"No?" What the fuck? It was below freezing, there was a foot of snow on the ground, and Viggo wanted to stay outside?
Viggo grinned, his lips curling until his smile really had to be called a smirk and his eyes looked wild and crazy. "No." He pounced, tackling Orlando to the ground, sending snow flying into the air as they rolled towards the yapping, bouncing dog.
Sidi licked them both, but a look and a word from Viggo sent him scurrying off to investigate some interesting sight or smell nearby. He bounded out of sight, leaving Viggo and Orlando alone in the cold that was penetrating through Orlando's thick layers.
Orlando shivered and tried to roll over so the snow wasn't pressing against his back or sliding under his coat and up his pants leg, but Viggo held him firm, pinning him to the ground and distracting him with light kisses and grinding hips that made him squirm and ache and need more. "Please Viggo," he begged, though he no longer knew what he was begging for.
"Please what?"
Let me up? More? The conflicting ideas were at war in Orlando's brain as he raised his hips and kissed Viggo back, shivering desperately. He wanted to go inside and lie in front of the fire but the house was a five minute trudge away. He wanted Viggo now not then, or maybe now and then, only it was too cold and there was no way he was taking off any of his clothes.
Viggo kissed him deeply and passionately and Orlando was almost ready to reconsider his decision to keep all his clothes on when Viggo moved back, pulled him to his feet, and dragged him towards the barn.
Orlando giggled. It was closer than the house and it would probably be warm enough with a blanket under him, Viggo over him, and the heat of their bodies mingling together. "We'll scandalize the animals, Vig."
"No we won't."
And they didn't, because they only put Sidi into the barn and then they went around it, to where there were two snowmobiles waiting, helmets on the seats and keys in the ignitions.
Orlando squealed and pounced, pulling Viggo down to the snow and covering his face with exuberant kisses. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" He'd long wanted to ride snowmobiles out here, but Viggo had resisted the idea, coming up with one excuse after another why they shouldn't or couldn't.
Viggo sputtered and laughed and finally managed to get free by reminding Orlando that they couldn't ride the things if they were rolling around in the cold snow. Almost immediately, Orlando pulled himself up and dashed to the closest vehicle.
"Where did you get them? How did you get them? How did you get them out here? The roads are blocked still, aren't they? I guess they could have ridden them out here, but then who brought them? You didn't get them yourself; you'd have had to walk forever and you weren't gone that long. Did you rent them or are they ours to keep and do I really get to ride it?"
"I bought them at a store last week and they were delivered before the storm." Viggo wrapped his arms around Orlando's waist. "You get to ride it until the studios figure out that you have one and try to stop you."
Orlando wrinkled his nose and then pushed the thought out of his mind. It would be just another item in the long list of things he ignored whenever he thought he could get away with it... and he could definitely get away with it while trapped in Idaho by a horrible snowstorm.
He jumped on, strapped the helmet to his head, and grinned at his lover. "You'd better hurry up, Old Man, or you'll have to try to follow my trails."
"Patience, Orlando," Viggo cautioned, as he swung onto the other snowmobile, secured the helmet, and hit the gas, flying off and leaving Orlando to follow and weave over the snow in an attempt to catch up.
He wouldn't let Viggo win, especially not with a dirty trick like that.
~*~
It was warm and comfortable in Viggo's arms, but the peculiarly dueling shadows were growing shorter, indicating it was time to move. If either of the fires died the warm pile of tarps and mats and blankets between them would rapidly become cold and Orlando would freeze bits of his body that he never intended to expose to the snow.
Viggo had stayed ahead on the snowmobiles, taking a twisting, turning path that Orlando had been unable to anticipate. He had led the way to their current location, where blankets, mats, and tarps had been heaped between two well-spaced, generous stacks of wood that Viggo had promptly lit and coaxed into decent size fires. The pile of bedding was away from the worst of the heat, but the more pleasant zones overlapped, creating a warm area in which Viggo had promptly stripped and had easily convinced Orlando to do the same.
He was glad Viggo had convinced him, though.
Initially, the bedding had been cold under the tarp that had protected it from the lightly falling snow, but the fire had warmed the bedding as quickly as it had warmed Orlando. The flurries falling around them had provided the perfect background while Viggo and Orlando worshiped each other and delighted in the added sensations of flickering heat and occasional gusts of cold wind.
It had been perfect and not at all what Orlando had expected when he'd gone searching for Viggo.
A log collapsed, sending up a shower of sparks that fell harmlessly in the snow. Orlando glared at the dwindling fire and stretched, the covers falling off his torso as he sat up. "I think that's our sign."
Viggo lazily ran a finger up the scar over Orlando's spine, sending a shiver through Orlando's body. "Unfortunately." He traced the thin line back down to where it ended.
Orlando twisted around, putting his spine out of Viggo's reach, and eyed the tarp where Viggo had tucked their clothes. It was close to the still heartily burning fire... yet too far away to reach from the warm protection of the blankets and mats. He should never have let Viggo take care of their clothing.
While Orlando contemplated the best way to obtain his clothes, Viggo climbed from the bedding and walked barefoot across the mostly melted snow without even a gasp or shiver and tossed Orlando's clothing back to him. Viggo had dressed and put the fires out by the time Orlando was bundled up again and he shivered, shook, and wished desperately for the warmth of the flames and the blankets and most of all the heat of Viggo's body wrapped around his.
Viggo took Orlando's hand and pulled him in for a kiss that was only a shadow of what they'd just experienced but was still perfect and wonderful and left Orlando desperately wanting more.
"I'll race you back." Viggo grinned as he pulled back, his eyes dancing wickedly. "You can take whatever route you want. Whoever gets back inside first is the winner."
"What do I get when I win?"
"We'll talk about that if you do."
Orlando kissed Viggo softly on the corner of his mouth and grinned. "You're on." He was certain Viggo thought he had the advantage, as he'd led Orlando here, but Orlando knew exactly where they were and the best way to get back to the house. He had no intention of letting Viggo win this time.
~*~
"They said the roads would be clear by morning."
Orlando twisted around on the bed and looked at Viggo over his shoulder. "Who did?"
"The announcers on the radio."
"So we'll be able to leave, then."
"You sound disappointed." Viggo crawled onto the bed and ran warm hands up Orlando's bare back.
Orlando let his head fall back to the pillow and moaned. "A little."
Viggo rubbed some oil on his hands and began rubbing and kneading Orlando's sore muscles. "I didn't think you liked being trapped."
It took a few minutes before Orlando could make his brain think about anything other than the way Viggo was pressing and pushing and hitting all the right spots. "I - oh! There! - I didn't, but I, ah, don't want to, ooh, go back to LA either. If," he gasped as Viggo hit a particularly sensitive spot. "If we're snowed in, Robin and Aleen can't get mad at me for missing whatever they have planned." He waved one hand lazily in the air and let it fall back down to the bed.
"We could pretend we're still trapped."
It was a tempting thought, but not realistic. "They won't believe me. They'll watch the news, check the weather, all that."
"Too bad."
"Yeah." Orlando had to agree, but then again, he would agree to anything Viggo said if Viggo kept massaging his back muscles like he was currently doing.
"We still have tomorrow."
That was true, they did. "Maybe it will snow more, yeah?"
Viggo's chuckle filled the room and the fingers that were so carefully probing and pushing at Orlando's tense muscles twitched and danced and suddenly the two men were rolling around, laughing and tickling each other. "I hope not," Viggo gasped when Orlando had him pinned to the bed, his hands above his head. "We'll run out of food."
Not only that, but Robin and Aleen would have trouble explaining why Orlando couldn't appear for his engagement. Orlando pushed that thought out of his mind and leaned down to kiss his lover. Then he pulled back, rolled off Viggo, stretched out on his stomach, and looked at Viggo with an imperiously arched eyebrow. "I hope you don't think you're done."
"I would never presume to trick you out of your hard won prize," Viggo replied as he climbed to his knees and spread more oil on his hands.
"Good," Orlando murmured as he was again lost in the wonderfully relaxing pleasure of Viggo's talented hands on his back.
Later, as they lay in bed next to each other with Sidi at their feet, Viggo put his lips close to Orlando's ear. "So do you still hate the snow?"
Orlando grinned and turned his head to capture Viggo's lips in a deep, searing kiss. "I suppose," he replied, pulling back a little and resting his forehead against Viggo's, "it has a few redeeming qualities."
He could feel Viggo's eyebrows arch. "Only a few?"
"If there are more, you'll have to show them to me next time, yeah?"
Viggo chuckled and kissed him. "I'll just have to do that."