The little AU: Rising Spring: New Year's Day, June 7, 2008
The little AU: Rising Spring: New Year's Day, June 7 2008
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The day is a good one. Orlando calls, talks with Karl for about an hour about everything and nothing, and ends the call with I love you, I'll see you soon for some just-us time. What would have been uncomfortable two years ago, felt, perhaps, forced, now feels right and true and more real than nearly anything. Their history's still being written, and KArl's confident that his place in Orli's heart is solid.
It's the time spent with Viggo that makes him really appreciate the miracle of his years. How could he have known, in 1999, that a small film for Harry would lead to Peter Jackson and from there to Edoras, Mount Sunday, and Viggo? What wonders there are in the world, he thinks, as Viggo comes up behind him and wraps his arms around Karl's waste.
Aren't you tired? Karl asks.
No, no. Not really.
The show was a huge success, nearly everything sold, and his time in Iceland wonderfully restful for all the work. He's not home in California for long, either, but missing Karl's birthday is just not an option. Not anymore. Time is too short, life too precious, love too hard-won to be bandied about with calendars and clocks. No, today's the day to spend with Karl, celebrating a life, and life itself.
Not tired? You're sure? asked with a smile.
Not yet. Another smile answering. Besides, not given you your present yet.
And that would be...?
Well...It's upstairs, in the bedroom. Take me just a moment to wrap it.
Karl's smile says he has a good idea what the present might be, but he plays along gracefully, and lets Viggo go upstairs without (very much) teasing.
Ten minutes later, a couple good beers in one hand and the other on the door-jamb, he stops, drop-jawed, and starts to laugh.
The bow is not around Viggo's cock (though that's been done, and worked out rather well, come to think of it). It's around a model of a small sailboat- Sleeps six, but we can probably manage it quite nicely with three, Viggo says- attached to which is a hand written card signed by the two of them and drawn by Orli.
Happy new year, love, it says. Happy new year, and we love you.
The night follows the day, the lovemaking strong and hard, then gentle and sweet, and the following day they drive down to the harbour to see the boat in dock. Orli calls again to be sure it's the right thing- Got a taste for the sea, I did, he says, and it's quiet out there- meaning private, meaning Just us.
It's perfect, Karl says to him, just perfect. When do we sail?
I'll be home this week, and we'll plan our trips then, ok? Vig's got some ideas, I do too, and I know there are places you've always wanted to go.
Karl runs a hand over the wood, varnished and shiny and just right under his hand, and murmurs kisses and love down the phone until Orli has to go.
They sleep on the boat that night, the second night of Karl's new year, and when Vig has to leave in the morning, they part with plans for sights unseen and lands to be discovered, and still very much in love with each other, and with life.
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The day is a good one. Orlando calls, talks with Karl for about an hour about everything and nothing, and ends the call with I love you, I'll see you soon for some just-us time. What would have been uncomfortable two years ago, felt, perhaps, forced, now feels right and true and more real than nearly anything. Their history's still being written, and KArl's confident that his place in Orli's heart is solid.
It's the time spent with Viggo that makes him really appreciate the miracle of his years. How could he have known, in 1999, that a small film for Harry would lead to Peter Jackson and from there to Edoras, Mount Sunday, and Viggo? What wonders there are in the world, he thinks, as Viggo comes up behind him and wraps his arms around Karl's waste.
Aren't you tired? Karl asks.
No, no. Not really.
The show was a huge success, nearly everything sold, and his time in Iceland wonderfully restful for all the work. He's not home in California for long, either, but missing Karl's birthday is just not an option. Not anymore. Time is too short, life too precious, love too hard-won to be bandied about with calendars and clocks. No, today's the day to spend with Karl, celebrating a life, and life itself.
Not tired? You're sure? asked with a smile.
Not yet. Another smile answering. Besides, not given you your present yet.
And that would be...?
Well...It's upstairs, in the bedroom. Take me just a moment to wrap it.
Karl's smile says he has a good idea what the present might be, but he plays along gracefully, and lets Viggo go upstairs without (very much) teasing.
Ten minutes later, a couple good beers in one hand and the other on the door-jamb, he stops, drop-jawed, and starts to laugh.
The bow is not around Viggo's cock (though that's been done, and worked out rather well, come to think of it). It's around a model of a small sailboat- Sleeps six, but we can probably manage it quite nicely with three, Viggo says- attached to which is a hand written card signed by the two of them and drawn by Orli.
Happy new year, love, it says. Happy new year, and we love you.
The night follows the day, the lovemaking strong and hard, then gentle and sweet, and the following day they drive down to the harbour to see the boat in dock. Orli calls again to be sure it's the right thing- Got a taste for the sea, I did, he says, and it's quiet out there- meaning private, meaning Just us.
It's perfect, Karl says to him, just perfect. When do we sail?
I'll be home this week, and we'll plan our trips then, ok? Vig's got some ideas, I do too, and I know there are places you've always wanted to go.
Karl runs a hand over the wood, varnished and shiny and just right under his hand, and murmurs kisses and love down the phone until Orli has to go.
They sleep on the boat that night, the second night of Karl's new year, and when Vig has to leave in the morning, they part with plans for sights unseen and lands to be discovered, and still very much in love with each other, and with life.