Everything Comes To Those Who Wait
Title: Everything Comes To Those That Wait
Author: dalehead
Pairing: Viggorli to start then Orlibean but not.
Summary: Things are not always what they seem.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is all made up and bears no reality to the real world.
A/N: This is for doylebaby and jackieville because they kept me going with their unstinting support. Thank you Ladies!
Viggo loved Orlando with everything he was.
“He’s amazing, he’s like a sponge, he soaks up everything, art, acting, everything, it’s so exciting Ian, you have no idea how exciting it is. When I make love to him...”
“Too much information, darling,” and Ian’s eyes are twinkling. “I can imagine, the earth moves, yes?”
“Not just the earth, Ian, it’s like fireworks going off in my head, in my brain, in my cock, it’s like the universe moves.”
Ian listened.
“And when he’s in front of the camera, he’s so beautiful, I mean really, really beautiful,” Viggo’s eyes were shining. He couldn’t sit still. “I miss him so much.”
Orlando had gone out for a drink with some of the crew. He had been gone about an hour.
“Every minute seems like a year, he’s so vibrant and vital. I feed off his energy...”
Ian continued to listen.
The trouble was, Ian had got quite bored of being agony aunt to the entire cast. Okay that might have been a slight exaggeration but he was a tad fed up with being sought out by what felt like the whole of New Zealand with the sole purpose of tellng him about their love life.
But Viggo was beginning to give him the pip.
“Watching him transform into Legolas, well it’s a privilege Ian. And I count myself blessed to be the man Orlando loves.
“Yes, Viggo.” Ian was at his laptop, typing at great speed. He paused to look over his glasses at Viggo. “I’m very happy for you.”
And he was. Genuinely. Almost, I mean honestly, he was almost delighted.
No one noticed. Well no one except for Sean. Sean knew because he was watching the romance unfold. Poised on the brink of divorce, he took to spending time with Ian, talking about the theatre and the art of acting. Except Ian spoke and Sean nodded, keeping one eye on the TV and his beer most of the time
Occasionally they fucked. Well who wouldn’t? Who wouldn’t want either Sean, all blond and green eyes, lean of limb or Ian, who had the largest male member one could imagine. Who could blame them for seeking solace with each other?
Time passed. Filming ended. The Fellowship split for the final time and went their separate ways.
Ian breathed a sigh of relief when he got home, had unpacked his suitcase and put away all the ‘souvenirs’ he’d thought he couldn’t live without. As ever, he was busy, lots of projects to consider and he soon got back into the swing of London life.
But then the phone calls started. Now you know how annoying it is when you’re in the middle of something and the phone starts ringing. And you know how annoying it is when you’re busy and you have to stop to talk.
“He’s working so hard and I never see him, Ian. He’s travelling the world and when we meet up, he’s too tired for sex, too tired to talk, all he wants is to sleep and watch TV. And I love him so much, what should I do?”
Ian sighed. Sat down, looking longingly at whatever it was he was doing, writing, cooking, watching TV or getting ready to go out. And he listened, tried to advise. Tried to say the right thing.
“Ian,” this time Viggo was screaming. “Ian, where are you? Can I come and stay?”
There was something in Viggo’s voice, a note there that alerted Ian. “Yes you can but Vig?”
“I’ll tell you when I get there,” Viggo hung up and Ian was left staring at the receiver.
He shopped for the health foods that Viggo favoured, changed the bed in the spare room and waited.
And waited.
And waited some more.
Viggo never showed up and Ian was furious. He was always happy to be there for his friends but what really, really angered him was bad manners.
Time went by. The films opened and to great acclaim. Ian saw Viggo.
“Sorry about the other time, I was ... I was a bit mixed up...” he broke off as Orlando bounced over.
“Mind if I steal my boyfriend,” Orlando gave Ian a quick kiss on the cheek and dragged Viggo away.
And that was that. The second movie opened, this time Ian didn’t go to the premier. He couldn’t face it and he was busy. Very busy. Too busy to put himself through all that. He made sure he was elsewhere and gradually, gradually Viggo’s phone calls stopped coming.
Strangely he missed them.
He went to the opening of the third movie.
“Hi Ian,” and Viggo seemed so sad. “How are you?”
Ian was so surprised, he forgot to answer. He stared at Viggo.
“That’s the first time you’ve asked how I am ...” he broke off as Orlando bounced over. “May I borrow Viggo?” He sounded terse, most unlike himself.
Ian watched them go. It made him tired. It made him sad. He wished he understood what on earth was going on. Orlando was too bright, too brittle tonight. He looked like he was under a considerable strain. Ian looked over to where he’d noticed Sean come in. To his surprise, Sean was looking at Viggo and Orlando too; his lips were pursed and he looked fierce. He turned on his heel and walked out.
In other circumstances, Ian would’ve followed but someone called his name and the moment passed.
Eighteen months or so later. Ian heard the most extraordinary piece of news.
His good friend Rose, a make up girl extraordinaire, told him that Orlando was now living with Sean. He couldn’t believe he was hearing right. He looked at his dear friend like she’d grown another head.
“It’s true Ian, they just bought a huge new house on the Suffolk coast, I’m going to the housewarming, I’m sure you’ll be invited too...”
Ian stopped listening, he was imagining how terrible his friend would be feeling. He remembered how tired Viggo has seemed the last time they met and determined to ring him as soon as he got home.
Later, in the privacy of his living room, sitting in his favourite chair over looking the Thames, he made the call. The moment Viggo heard his voice, he burst into tears. Ian made himself comfortable and settled down to listen and counsel.
It was a long, long call.
~~
“Where the hell are my cufflinks,” Ian growls. He wishes people would leave his things alone. “Why does he insist of tidying up my belongings then leave his scattered about all over the bloody house,” Ian is grumbling aloud to himself.
“Top drawer, right hand side, where they always are,” his lover calls from the bathroom where he is cleaning his teeth. “And you’d worry if I started putting my stuff away.”
Ian harrumphs. You and I both know there is nothing more annoying when one’s loved one is in the right.
“I don’t know why we have to go anyway...” Ian is not ready to be pacified.
“Because Sean’s my friend, well Orlando too and they want us to attend their anniversary party and more or less everyone from Rings is going so it’ll be a reunion too.” Viggo comes over, wraps his arms around Ian and draws him close.
“Well maybe seeing Orlando makes me insecure...” Ian leans back into Viggo’s embrace. “Maybe it makes me...”
“It didn’t make you ansty last month when they came to dinner,” there is a slightly acerbic tone to Viggo’s voice.
“Well, Orlando won’t throw up over the deck like he did last month,” Ian chuckles. “Silly boy, he’s not in alcoholic training and can’t keep up with us.” He is beginning to relax, his natural insouciance coming to the fore.
“There you go then, now,” pausing to kiss Ian, then going back to kiss him again. Viggo never gets tired of kissing Ian, or being with Ian either.
He’d turned up on his friend’s doorstep all those years ago, when Orlando had left him, turned to Ian for succour and never left. They talk about moving to a bigger house but they won’t. Both love the view of the Thames as she meanders lazily by their door. Both would miss the ducks who return every year to bring up their young, aided by Ian’s food donations. No, they will never leave this house because, as you’ve probably guessed, this house is their home.
Fin.
Author: dalehead
Pairing: Viggorli to start then Orlibean but not.
Summary: Things are not always what they seem.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is all made up and bears no reality to the real world.
A/N: This is for doylebaby and jackieville because they kept me going with their unstinting support. Thank you Ladies!
Viggo loved Orlando with everything he was.
“He’s amazing, he’s like a sponge, he soaks up everything, art, acting, everything, it’s so exciting Ian, you have no idea how exciting it is. When I make love to him...”
“Too much information, darling,” and Ian’s eyes are twinkling. “I can imagine, the earth moves, yes?”
“Not just the earth, Ian, it’s like fireworks going off in my head, in my brain, in my cock, it’s like the universe moves.”
Ian listened.
“And when he’s in front of the camera, he’s so beautiful, I mean really, really beautiful,” Viggo’s eyes were shining. He couldn’t sit still. “I miss him so much.”
Orlando had gone out for a drink with some of the crew. He had been gone about an hour.
“Every minute seems like a year, he’s so vibrant and vital. I feed off his energy...”
Ian continued to listen.
The trouble was, Ian had got quite bored of being agony aunt to the entire cast. Okay that might have been a slight exaggeration but he was a tad fed up with being sought out by what felt like the whole of New Zealand with the sole purpose of tellng him about their love life.
But Viggo was beginning to give him the pip.
“Watching him transform into Legolas, well it’s a privilege Ian. And I count myself blessed to be the man Orlando loves.
“Yes, Viggo.” Ian was at his laptop, typing at great speed. He paused to look over his glasses at Viggo. “I’m very happy for you.”
And he was. Genuinely. Almost, I mean honestly, he was almost delighted.
No one noticed. Well no one except for Sean. Sean knew because he was watching the romance unfold. Poised on the brink of divorce, he took to spending time with Ian, talking about the theatre and the art of acting. Except Ian spoke and Sean nodded, keeping one eye on the TV and his beer most of the time
Occasionally they fucked. Well who wouldn’t? Who wouldn’t want either Sean, all blond and green eyes, lean of limb or Ian, who had the largest male member one could imagine. Who could blame them for seeking solace with each other?
Time passed. Filming ended. The Fellowship split for the final time and went their separate ways.
Ian breathed a sigh of relief when he got home, had unpacked his suitcase and put away all the ‘souvenirs’ he’d thought he couldn’t live without. As ever, he was busy, lots of projects to consider and he soon got back into the swing of London life.
But then the phone calls started. Now you know how annoying it is when you’re in the middle of something and the phone starts ringing. And you know how annoying it is when you’re busy and you have to stop to talk.
“He’s working so hard and I never see him, Ian. He’s travelling the world and when we meet up, he’s too tired for sex, too tired to talk, all he wants is to sleep and watch TV. And I love him so much, what should I do?”
Ian sighed. Sat down, looking longingly at whatever it was he was doing, writing, cooking, watching TV or getting ready to go out. And he listened, tried to advise. Tried to say the right thing.
“Ian,” this time Viggo was screaming. “Ian, where are you? Can I come and stay?”
There was something in Viggo’s voice, a note there that alerted Ian. “Yes you can but Vig?”
“I’ll tell you when I get there,” Viggo hung up and Ian was left staring at the receiver.
He shopped for the health foods that Viggo favoured, changed the bed in the spare room and waited.
And waited.
And waited some more.
Viggo never showed up and Ian was furious. He was always happy to be there for his friends but what really, really angered him was bad manners.
Time went by. The films opened and to great acclaim. Ian saw Viggo.
“Sorry about the other time, I was ... I was a bit mixed up...” he broke off as Orlando bounced over.
“Mind if I steal my boyfriend,” Orlando gave Ian a quick kiss on the cheek and dragged Viggo away.
And that was that. The second movie opened, this time Ian didn’t go to the premier. He couldn’t face it and he was busy. Very busy. Too busy to put himself through all that. He made sure he was elsewhere and gradually, gradually Viggo’s phone calls stopped coming.
Strangely he missed them.
He went to the opening of the third movie.
“Hi Ian,” and Viggo seemed so sad. “How are you?”
Ian was so surprised, he forgot to answer. He stared at Viggo.
“That’s the first time you’ve asked how I am ...” he broke off as Orlando bounced over. “May I borrow Viggo?” He sounded terse, most unlike himself.
Ian watched them go. It made him tired. It made him sad. He wished he understood what on earth was going on. Orlando was too bright, too brittle tonight. He looked like he was under a considerable strain. Ian looked over to where he’d noticed Sean come in. To his surprise, Sean was looking at Viggo and Orlando too; his lips were pursed and he looked fierce. He turned on his heel and walked out.
In other circumstances, Ian would’ve followed but someone called his name and the moment passed.
Eighteen months or so later. Ian heard the most extraordinary piece of news.
His good friend Rose, a make up girl extraordinaire, told him that Orlando was now living with Sean. He couldn’t believe he was hearing right. He looked at his dear friend like she’d grown another head.
“It’s true Ian, they just bought a huge new house on the Suffolk coast, I’m going to the housewarming, I’m sure you’ll be invited too...”
Ian stopped listening, he was imagining how terrible his friend would be feeling. He remembered how tired Viggo has seemed the last time they met and determined to ring him as soon as he got home.
Later, in the privacy of his living room, sitting in his favourite chair over looking the Thames, he made the call. The moment Viggo heard his voice, he burst into tears. Ian made himself comfortable and settled down to listen and counsel.
It was a long, long call.
~~
“Where the hell are my cufflinks,” Ian growls. He wishes people would leave his things alone. “Why does he insist of tidying up my belongings then leave his scattered about all over the bloody house,” Ian is grumbling aloud to himself.
“Top drawer, right hand side, where they always are,” his lover calls from the bathroom where he is cleaning his teeth. “And you’d worry if I started putting my stuff away.”
Ian harrumphs. You and I both know there is nothing more annoying when one’s loved one is in the right.
“I don’t know why we have to go anyway...” Ian is not ready to be pacified.
“Because Sean’s my friend, well Orlando too and they want us to attend their anniversary party and more or less everyone from Rings is going so it’ll be a reunion too.” Viggo comes over, wraps his arms around Ian and draws him close.
“Well maybe seeing Orlando makes me insecure...” Ian leans back into Viggo’s embrace. “Maybe it makes me...”
“It didn’t make you ansty last month when they came to dinner,” there is a slightly acerbic tone to Viggo’s voice.
“Well, Orlando won’t throw up over the deck like he did last month,” Ian chuckles. “Silly boy, he’s not in alcoholic training and can’t keep up with us.” He is beginning to relax, his natural insouciance coming to the fore.
“There you go then, now,” pausing to kiss Ian, then going back to kiss him again. Viggo never gets tired of kissing Ian, or being with Ian either.
He’d turned up on his friend’s doorstep all those years ago, when Orlando had left him, turned to Ian for succour and never left. They talk about moving to a bigger house but they won’t. Both love the view of the Thames as she meanders lazily by their door. Both would miss the ducks who return every year to bring up their young, aided by Ian’s food donations. No, they will never leave this house because, as you’ve probably guessed, this house is their home.
Fin.