Confessions - Part 22
Title: Confessions
Written by: viggorlibean3 & okinay AKA Gayla & Gwen
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Disclaimer: No harm, no foul
Warning: No disrespect intended to the clergy
Note: Co-writing exercise fueled by prompt ‘hands and knees’
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Confessions - Part 22
Terminal 3 of JFK International Airport was a beehive of activity when Viggo and Orlando passed through the security area and into the main concourse. Several electric carts could be seen whisking the elderly or disabled to their destinations, carefully maneuvering through the throngs of people milling about. Various voices rang out from the loudspeakers through the area, announcing boarding information or paging someone to “please pick up a white courtesy phone”. Passengers hustled by them, presumably trying to make it to a connecting flight in time, or to the baggage claim area and beyond to meet up with loved ones.
Muddled conversations could be heard all around the two men as they made their way through the food court, their eyes trained on a familiar green sign. Coffee might be one of the available drinks on the flight, but Starbucks it was not. Whey they arrived, the coffee shop was packed, everyone trying to get their last taste of heaven - or caffeine fix - before boarding their flight.
The two men had no choice but to stand close to one another, Orlando pressed snugly against Viggo’s back, while they waited in line. Viggo immediately tensed, his eyes scanning the area, looking for someone who might recognize him.
“It’s okay, Vig,” Orlando whispered over Viggo’s shoulder as he settled his left hand on Viggo’s hip, hoping his touch would calm the older man. “There’s nothing wrong with the way we’re standing. There are too many people in here for us to have any more space to ourselves.”
Viggo knew that Orlando was right, that there was absolutely no extra space to be had, but still, the deep-seated fear that someone would see them remained. There was always a slim chance that someone could be there, but given how large the airport was, and how many different airlines flew in and out of the various terminals, he was probably worrying for nothing. Until they boarded the plane, no, until they were on their way to the Hill’s bed and breakfast, he would keep an eye out for anyone who looked familiar.
After receiving their order, a steaming Earl Grey tea for Orlando and French Roast for Viggo, they pressed their way through the crush of people, out into the corridor that led to the gates and waiting areas. Both men had opted for one carry-on each, neither wanting to deal with claiming their baggage once they landed, wanting to be on their way as quickly as possible.
Gate 9 was at the opposite end of the corridor, so they opted for the passenger conveyor instead of making what appeared to be a long hike. Orlando dropped his carry-on at his feet and leaned against the railing, sipping his tea as they passed the different gates along the way, his eyes never leaving Viggo. Viggo, on the other hand, still had his bag slung over his shoulder, one hand gripping the railing, his coffee in the other, watching the people they passed. He looked ready to bolt at any moment, though Orlando doubted Viggo would actually do that.
Orlando hoped that once they were away from New York, his lover would relax. He wanted Viggo to enjoy their time together, away from the strictures that had been placed on him so long ago. He wanted Viggo to give in to his impulses, to feel free to touch Orlando any time he wanted, any way he wanted, and not worry about offending anyone. Personally, Orlando didn’t give a flying fuck what people thought about him, but he knew going into this that Viggo’s feelings would be something they would have to take into consideration. He wanted Viggo to see others couples like themselves, holding hands in public, comfortable enough in their own skin to live their lives as they saw fit. He chuckled to himself, thinking that he would have loved furthering Viggo’s “education” via the San Francisco nightlife. It was something Orlando had missed when he had moved to the East Coast, though New York and Manhattan had its fair share of gay bars and dance clubs. Except San Francisco was home, and Orlando wondered if it would be again. He could only hope.
After checking in at the ticket counter, Orlando led Viggo over to the large plate-glass windows where they were out of the way, yet had a great view of the goings-on outside. They stowed their bags beneath their seats and settled in, watching as the ground crew waved in a large airplane, arms positioned at different angles, silent instructions that were passed on to the pilots.
“I love watching that,” Orlando commented as he leaned on the armrest that separated their two seats, bringing him close to Viggo. He hoped the other man did not shy away from him. “I could sit here all day and never get bored. I love people watching.” He nodded to a group of young people sitting across from them. “That group, are they going home or going for a visit? What will they do when the get there?”
Viggo raised the tall paper cup to his lips, thinking about Orlando’s question as he swallowed the dark coffee. It was a group of six, four boys and two girls who looked to be in their early- to mid-twenties. He noticed a rainbow patch on one of the guy’s backpacks and smiled. He knew what the insignia meant. You couldn’t live in New York and be totally ignorant of some things, although some tried.
“Could go either way. I’m going to say they’re native New Yorkers going to San Francisco for the weekend,” Viggo said with a smile behind his cup. “Take in the West Coast scene. Probably stay all week in some fancy hotel one of their parent’s is paying for. Lots of dancing and drinking.”
“Among other things,” Orlando added with a grin as his eyes moved on to their next target. “Them,” he said with a quick nod of his head towards the elderly couple seated on the row behind the others. “What’s their story?”
They passed the time like this, inventing stories about their fellow travelers, laughing at the images they created. Orlando had a tendency to paint the most unlikely scenarios while Viggo tended to tone things down. Before they knew it, their flight had been announced and they quickly gathered their bags and moved into the line with the others. The “party group”, as they had dubbed them, was ahead of them and Viggo smiled when he caught sight of one of the young men stroking his boyfriend’s back gently, affectionately. Orlando had seen this, as well, and wondered what Viggo’s reaction would be. The hand that slid around his side and settled on his hip surprised him, though it was a welcome surprise. He felt the other man move in behind him, felt Viggo’s chest press against his back.
“Love you,” Viggo whispered into the riot of curls that covered Orlando’s ear.
Orlando wanted to return the sentiment but knew it would call attention to them, something he was sure Viggo would not appreciate while they were still in New York, so instead he covered his mouth with his ticket. “Me too,” he answered quietly with a smile.
One baby step at a time.
= = =
Once the plane had taken off, Viggo felt some of his stress fading away. They had made it through the airport and onto the plane with no mishaps. If anyone had recognized him, he was sure they would have approached him by now. With this in mind, he leaned his chair back and relaxed, his eyes closed, the corners of his mouth quirked up in a small smile.
“What’s that smile for?” Orlando asked as he closed the in-flight magazine and slid it into the pocket on the seatback in front of him. He mimicked Viggo’s pose, settling his seat back as far as it would go.
“Just glad to be away from there, even if it is for just a few days.”
“Excuse me,” a feminine voice asked from the isle, drawing the attention of the two men. “The in-flight movie will be starting in a bit. Would either of you like to purchase a set of earphones? Two-fifty a pair.”
Orlando peered up at the flight attendant. “What movie will you be showing?”
“Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End.”
Orlando looked back over his shoulder, his brown eyes dancing with mischievousness. “Is that so? What do you say, Vig? Want to drool over Captain Jack with me?”
As Viggo’s eyes met the flight attendant’s, a wave of uneasiness crept into his veins. He saw the momentary flash of surprise, but it was gone as quick as it appeared, her professional demeanor taking precedence once again. He felt heat suffuse his face and hated the fact that he felt himself blushing. It took everything he had to fight the urge to rub the back of his neck, a knee-jerk response from being put in an uncomfortable position. “Umm, yeah,” he stuttered as he reached for his wallet. “Two pair, please?” After handing over a five-dollar bill, Viggo accepted the pre-packaged earplugs and handed one to Orlando. “Thank you,” he said with a sheepish smile, relief washing over him when the lady moved on.
Orlando had watched Viggo struggle with himself and felt bad for putting his lover in the position he had. Turning in his seat so he could face Viggo properly, Orlando placed his hand gently on the older man’s arm. “Vig? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
Viggo closed his eyes as he mentally pulled himself together. He had thought things would get easier once they were away from New York, but apparently that wasn’t the case. One tiny remark from Orlando and the subsequent look on the flight attendant’s face had his mind running in ten different directions. Why couldn’t he be like Orlando, so completely comfortable with himself, with the relationship he was in, that it didn’t matter what looks people gave him when they realized he wasn’t what they expected?
“Vig?” Orlando asked again, slightly panicked that Viggo had not answered him.
Blue eyes finally opened and met a pair of worried brown ones. He reached over and discreetly covered Orlando’s hand with his own, his thumb caressing the soft skin. “It’s just… it caught me off-guard, what you said about the movie, and… I know I have to get past this… thing I have about people’s perception of me, but I don’t know how.”
“It’s not going to happen overnight, love, that much I can tell you,” Orlando said as he leaned his head against the seatback. “We take it one day at a time, one situation at a time.”
Viggo nodded his understanding before reaching up and brushing his knuckles against Orlando’s cheek. “Thank you, Angel, for being so patient with me.”
Wanting to lighten the mood, Orlando grinned. “You know how they say that actions speak louder than words?”
He knew that grin, knew what lurked behind the dark eyes sparkling with mischief. How his lover could switch gears so quickly was beyond Viggo. “Yeahhhh,” Viggo slowly answered.
“Have you ever put that theory to the test?”
“Noooo, haven’t really needed to. Until now, I’m guessing?” Viggo queried as desire slowly slid into his veins. That desire turned into a raging inferno of need by the time Orlando had described, in very graphic detail, just how Viggo could apologize to him later that night. Viggo shifted in his seat as he tried to adjust the throbbing erection that threatened to bust through his zipper.
“I could take care of that for you, you know,” Orlando solicitously offered as he eyed the bulge straining against the denim. “We can get a blanket from the…”
Viggo leaned over the armrest, bringing his lips to the shell of Orlando’s ear, halting whatever the young man was going to say. “No, you’re not, and no, we’re not. You’re going to sit there and watch the movie, and if you can behave yourself for the rest of the flight, meaning not winding me up more than you have already, I might take your suggestions under advisement. If you can’t, and feel the need to torture me further, well, let me make myself perfectly clear… there will be no theory testing tonight. Understood? Now, let me watch my movie in peace,” Viggo said with a grin as he quickly opened the plastic-wrapped ear buds.
A properly chastised Orlando leaned back in his seat, his lips pursed in an adorable pout that had Viggo fighting the urge to do one of two things: either laugh at his lover's childish antics or lean over the armrest and suck on the tempting lower lip. In the end, he did neither, focusing instead on the crazy pirate dragging a marooned ship across a sea of white.
= = =
An hour into their flight the movie was turned off when the pilot’s voice came on the intercom. “Ladies and gentlemen, we’re starting to encounter some turbulence so we’d like to ask everyone to please put your seat belts back on for the remainder of the flight. We’re going to try to go up to a higher altitude to fix the problem, so please bear with us.” As if on cue the plane suddenly jolted to the left, causing a few startled gasps from a few of the passengers.
Orlando, who had been snuggled up against Viggo’s shoulder, quickly sat his seat upright and clicked the seat belt back in place while Viggo did the same. Orlando had flown often enough over the years wasn’t overly concerned, but he could tell by the nervous set to his lover’s face that he needed to help ease Viggo’s concerns.
“I’m sure it’s nothing, Luv,” Orlando began speaking softly, reaching for and squeezing Viggo’s hand. “These types of things happen all the time.” Viggo nodded his head, but still couldn’t help jerking in response when the plane started shaking against the wind and rain that were battering the plane from all sides.
The flight attendants were making their way down the aisles attempting to reassure their worried and frightened passengers that this was only turbulence and that there was nothing at all to be concerned about. The attendant that they purchased the ear buds for the movie stopped by their seats on the way to the back to sure they were doing okay. Orlando told her they were and thanked her for her concern. Once she left, he turned back to Viggo as another wave of turbulence made the plane pitch to the left again. Viggo’s face blanched and Orlando could tell he was muttering words of prayer under his breath.
“Viggo, would it help if we prayed together?” Orlando leaned as close as he could to his lover’s seat, he grasped both of Viggo’s hands in his and saw Viggo smile a bit before they both bowed their heads together and prayed for the pilot and all the souls on board, they also prayed for a safe remainder of their flight.
After ten more minutes of intense flight maneuvering by the pilot, he was able to get the plane up to a higher altitude and out of danger of more turbulence. Everyone seemed to calm down quite a bit after that and the in-flight movie was turned back on to the relief of the passengers and the flight crew.
Orlando continued holding Viggo’s hand for the rest of the flight. Right now he didn’t give a damn what anyone thought, he just wanted to feel connected to Viggo and to hell with everyone else.
“I love you, Viggo.” Orlando whispered softly into Viggo’s ear while sat together quietly, neither one paying any attention to the movie or the people around them.
“Love you too, Angel.” Viggo leaned forward and kissed Orlando’s cheek. “Thank you for being here, for keeping me from freaking out.” Viggo blew out a breath of air, then lifted a finger to slide across Orlando’s cheek. “Close calls like that really make you appreciate your loved ones, don’t they?”
Orlando looked the other man and smiled, he didn’t think he could ever love this man any more than right now, but he was willing to try every day for the rest of his life. “Yes, they really do.”
“I don’t want to waste one more moment being afraid of what we have together, Orlando,” Watery blue eyes focused on brown eyes as Viggo worked out what he wanted to say. “I know I still need a long way to go, but I’m going to do my level best to show you each and every day how grateful I am that you are in my life.”
“The feeling is mutual, my love.”
Orlando laid his head back onto Viggo’s shoulder, and Viggo laid his head on top of Orlando’s, heedless of who saw them, where they stayed until the end of the flight.
= = =
After finally arriving safe and sound in San Francisco and eager get on their way after their harrowing experience, Orlando and Viggo quickly made their way to the car rental desk. Orlando tapped his fingers anxiously on the counter after he gave his information to the representative. Viggo was standing right next to him, their fingers locked together like a lifeline of support. The scare they’d had on the plane was still weighing heavily on their minds, and Orlando wanted nothing more than to jump in their rental and get out on the open road.
“Here are your keys, Mr. Bloom,” The pretty red head smiled as she handed Orlando the keys to the car. “And here is a list of phone numbers to reach us if you have any questions and in your glove compartment you’ll find a map along with a booklet full of coupons to visit some of the local attractions. Now, if you’ll go straight through those double doors back to your left, you’ll find your car waiting for you.” She looked from Orlando to Viggo before finishing. “We hope you both enjoy your stay in California.”
Orlando couldn’t help looking over his shoulder at his lover standing just behind him. Fuck but that man was gorgeous. He looked back to the woman and smiled. “Thank you, I’m sure we will.”
“Thank you.” Viggo replied, a sincere smile on his lips.
“Ready to roll?” Orlando asked as they walked in the direction they were given. He handed the keys to Viggo in the hopes that he could have both hands free to enjoy the ride. A slight smirk crossed his lips when he thought of the many ways he could put those hands to use.
“You know, I’m almost afraid to ask what that look is for, but yes, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.” Viggo slipped his hand into Orlando’s, earning a shocked but happy smile in return.
= = =
“I don’t fucking believe it!” Orlando’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head when they stepped outside and found the most amazing car he’d ever laid eyes on waiting for them. “A sandstone metallic 2008 Sebring convertible”
“What’s wrong?” Viggo thought the car looked okay to him; he couldn’t understand Orlando’s reaction. “Don’t you like the car? I’m sure we can get another….” He looked down at the keys in his hands to make sure they had the right one, the key tag read ‘2008 tan Sebring’.
“No, that’s not it, Vig.” Orlando’s jaw was still hanging open in shock. “I fucking love it. It’s a dream machine is what it is.” He walked around from the passenger’s side to the trunk running his hands lovingly over the sleek, cool metal. “Saweeeeet.”
Viggo chuckled at his lover’s obvious affinity for the automobile. Orlando could be such a big kid at times, but Viggo wouldn’t change him for the world. Nope, he was fine with Orlando just the way he was. Viggo made his way to the trunk to stow their carry on bags inside. Looking up his breath caught in his throat.
From where he was standing, Viggo could see Orlando at the other end of the car. At that moment the artist in Viggo took over as he pictured Orlando’s dark olive skin against the light sand-colored hood of the car. Viggo imagined with his mind’s eye the way he would arrange his lover with his legs spread deliciously wide, his heels hanging over the edge, digging into the grill. Viggo would run his hands slowly over the naked skin, watching as goose bumps followed the path his hands led, purposely sidestepping Orlando’s hard shaft, knowing that once he did, neither one would last long. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he would have Orlando begging for relief with his lust-filled eyes and full pouting lips.
“Please touch me, Vig.” Orlando pleaded, reaching down to stroke his erection, his hands growing slippery from the pre-come oozing from the tip. His pout increasing when Viggo pulled his hand away, reaching up to pull both hands over Orlando’s head and leaving him to grip the top of the windshield behind him.
“No touching.” He leaned in and swiftly, kissing Orlando’s lips, pulling away before his sneaky lover could hook his leg behind him and trap Viggo in place… just where he knew Orlando wanted him. “I want to make you come undone by my mouth,” Viggo slowly slid his down Orlando sweat-slick body, nibbling and tasting his way downward. “By my hands,” Viggo tweaked both of Orlando’s nipples, grinning at the deep throated moan that followed. “And by this.” His sultry voice whispered before swooping down to engulf Orlando’s neglected erection.”
“Incredible” Viggo murmured.
“Yes it is incredible.” Orlando’s words shook Viggo out of his fantasy. When had his lover snuck up behind him? Viggo swallowed and looked sidelong at Orlando, blushing furiously when Orlando grinned and winked at him. Orlando slid his carry on bag off his shoulder and tossed it into the trunk next to Viggo’s before closing the lid, turning to lean against the car and crossing his legs at his ankles.
“So where do you want me?” Brown eyes twinkled mischievously while thoroughly enjoying the flustered look on his lover’s face. “Now, don’t try to tell me you weren’t just having naughty thoughts about what we can do with this beautiful,” He turned and slid his hands across the back of the vehicle, looking back over his shoulder at his lover. “sleek and very powerful machine?” Orlando could tell his words were having the desired effect when Viggo stepped up behind him and placed on hand on each side of his and he felt the proof of what his words were doing to his lover right snug up against his ass.
Viggo glanced around and didn’t see anyone close by, so he leaned forward, brushing his hips against his lover’s, his lips mere inches from Orlando’s and whispered what an amazing hood ornament Orlando would make, but if he didn’t get his fine ass in the car within the next five seconds, Viggo was going to make him ride in the back seat all the way to Napa Valley. Viggo stepped away from Orlando and walked to the driver’s side, got in and started the engine.
The roar of the motor finally roused Orlando enough to gather his wits and attempted to make his way to the passenger side. He should have known better than to try to wind Viggo up like that. His lover may not be all the experienced, but he was learning pretty damn fast. Orlando lowered himself into his seat and put his sunglasses on.
“All set now?” Viggo smirked at the pointed look Orlando gave him. He risked a glance downward and noticed a definite bulge straining against Orlando’s jeans. “Buckle up, baby, as soon as we get out of here, we’ll be able to take care of that little problem.”
Viggo threw his head back and laughed when he heard a muttered ‘Who’re you calling little?’ as he pulled out onto the expressway.
It was going to be an interesting afternoon.
= = =
They had been driving for a little over an hour when Orlando had Viggo pull off on the next exit that would lead them to the Hill’s Bed and Breakfast. Viggo felt butterflies start fluttering around in his stomach at the thought of what they were getting ready to do. Yes, he was nervous, but more than that he was extremely excited about what could possibly lead to a new life for the two of them.
“I think this is it, Luv,” Orlando pointed to a sign up in front of them.
Part 23
Written by: viggorlibean3 & okinay AKA Gayla & Gwen
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Disclaimer: No harm, no foul
Warning: No disrespect intended to the clergy
Note: Co-writing exercise fueled by prompt ‘hands and knees’
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Confessions - Part 22
Terminal 3 of JFK International Airport was a beehive of activity when Viggo and Orlando passed through the security area and into the main concourse. Several electric carts could be seen whisking the elderly or disabled to their destinations, carefully maneuvering through the throngs of people milling about. Various voices rang out from the loudspeakers through the area, announcing boarding information or paging someone to “please pick up a white courtesy phone”. Passengers hustled by them, presumably trying to make it to a connecting flight in time, or to the baggage claim area and beyond to meet up with loved ones.
Muddled conversations could be heard all around the two men as they made their way through the food court, their eyes trained on a familiar green sign. Coffee might be one of the available drinks on the flight, but Starbucks it was not. Whey they arrived, the coffee shop was packed, everyone trying to get their last taste of heaven - or caffeine fix - before boarding their flight.
The two men had no choice but to stand close to one another, Orlando pressed snugly against Viggo’s back, while they waited in line. Viggo immediately tensed, his eyes scanning the area, looking for someone who might recognize him.
“It’s okay, Vig,” Orlando whispered over Viggo’s shoulder as he settled his left hand on Viggo’s hip, hoping his touch would calm the older man. “There’s nothing wrong with the way we’re standing. There are too many people in here for us to have any more space to ourselves.”
Viggo knew that Orlando was right, that there was absolutely no extra space to be had, but still, the deep-seated fear that someone would see them remained. There was always a slim chance that someone could be there, but given how large the airport was, and how many different airlines flew in and out of the various terminals, he was probably worrying for nothing. Until they boarded the plane, no, until they were on their way to the Hill’s bed and breakfast, he would keep an eye out for anyone who looked familiar.
After receiving their order, a steaming Earl Grey tea for Orlando and French Roast for Viggo, they pressed their way through the crush of people, out into the corridor that led to the gates and waiting areas. Both men had opted for one carry-on each, neither wanting to deal with claiming their baggage once they landed, wanting to be on their way as quickly as possible.
Gate 9 was at the opposite end of the corridor, so they opted for the passenger conveyor instead of making what appeared to be a long hike. Orlando dropped his carry-on at his feet and leaned against the railing, sipping his tea as they passed the different gates along the way, his eyes never leaving Viggo. Viggo, on the other hand, still had his bag slung over his shoulder, one hand gripping the railing, his coffee in the other, watching the people they passed. He looked ready to bolt at any moment, though Orlando doubted Viggo would actually do that.
Orlando hoped that once they were away from New York, his lover would relax. He wanted Viggo to enjoy their time together, away from the strictures that had been placed on him so long ago. He wanted Viggo to give in to his impulses, to feel free to touch Orlando any time he wanted, any way he wanted, and not worry about offending anyone. Personally, Orlando didn’t give a flying fuck what people thought about him, but he knew going into this that Viggo’s feelings would be something they would have to take into consideration. He wanted Viggo to see others couples like themselves, holding hands in public, comfortable enough in their own skin to live their lives as they saw fit. He chuckled to himself, thinking that he would have loved furthering Viggo’s “education” via the San Francisco nightlife. It was something Orlando had missed when he had moved to the East Coast, though New York and Manhattan had its fair share of gay bars and dance clubs. Except San Francisco was home, and Orlando wondered if it would be again. He could only hope.
After checking in at the ticket counter, Orlando led Viggo over to the large plate-glass windows where they were out of the way, yet had a great view of the goings-on outside. They stowed their bags beneath their seats and settled in, watching as the ground crew waved in a large airplane, arms positioned at different angles, silent instructions that were passed on to the pilots.
“I love watching that,” Orlando commented as he leaned on the armrest that separated their two seats, bringing him close to Viggo. He hoped the other man did not shy away from him. “I could sit here all day and never get bored. I love people watching.” He nodded to a group of young people sitting across from them. “That group, are they going home or going for a visit? What will they do when the get there?”
Viggo raised the tall paper cup to his lips, thinking about Orlando’s question as he swallowed the dark coffee. It was a group of six, four boys and two girls who looked to be in their early- to mid-twenties. He noticed a rainbow patch on one of the guy’s backpacks and smiled. He knew what the insignia meant. You couldn’t live in New York and be totally ignorant of some things, although some tried.
“Could go either way. I’m going to say they’re native New Yorkers going to San Francisco for the weekend,” Viggo said with a smile behind his cup. “Take in the West Coast scene. Probably stay all week in some fancy hotel one of their parent’s is paying for. Lots of dancing and drinking.”
“Among other things,” Orlando added with a grin as his eyes moved on to their next target. “Them,” he said with a quick nod of his head towards the elderly couple seated on the row behind the others. “What’s their story?”
They passed the time like this, inventing stories about their fellow travelers, laughing at the images they created. Orlando had a tendency to paint the most unlikely scenarios while Viggo tended to tone things down. Before they knew it, their flight had been announced and they quickly gathered their bags and moved into the line with the others. The “party group”, as they had dubbed them, was ahead of them and Viggo smiled when he caught sight of one of the young men stroking his boyfriend’s back gently, affectionately. Orlando had seen this, as well, and wondered what Viggo’s reaction would be. The hand that slid around his side and settled on his hip surprised him, though it was a welcome surprise. He felt the other man move in behind him, felt Viggo’s chest press against his back.
“Love you,” Viggo whispered into the riot of curls that covered Orlando’s ear.
Orlando wanted to return the sentiment but knew it would call attention to them, something he was sure Viggo would not appreciate while they were still in New York, so instead he covered his mouth with his ticket. “Me too,” he answered quietly with a smile.
One baby step at a time.
= = =
Once the plane had taken off, Viggo felt some of his stress fading away. They had made it through the airport and onto the plane with no mishaps. If anyone had recognized him, he was sure they would have approached him by now. With this in mind, he leaned his chair back and relaxed, his eyes closed, the corners of his mouth quirked up in a small smile.
“What’s that smile for?” Orlando asked as he closed the in-flight magazine and slid it into the pocket on the seatback in front of him. He mimicked Viggo’s pose, settling his seat back as far as it would go.
“Just glad to be away from there, even if it is for just a few days.”
“Excuse me,” a feminine voice asked from the isle, drawing the attention of the two men. “The in-flight movie will be starting in a bit. Would either of you like to purchase a set of earphones? Two-fifty a pair.”
Orlando peered up at the flight attendant. “What movie will you be showing?”
“Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End.”
Orlando looked back over his shoulder, his brown eyes dancing with mischievousness. “Is that so? What do you say, Vig? Want to drool over Captain Jack with me?”
As Viggo’s eyes met the flight attendant’s, a wave of uneasiness crept into his veins. He saw the momentary flash of surprise, but it was gone as quick as it appeared, her professional demeanor taking precedence once again. He felt heat suffuse his face and hated the fact that he felt himself blushing. It took everything he had to fight the urge to rub the back of his neck, a knee-jerk response from being put in an uncomfortable position. “Umm, yeah,” he stuttered as he reached for his wallet. “Two pair, please?” After handing over a five-dollar bill, Viggo accepted the pre-packaged earplugs and handed one to Orlando. “Thank you,” he said with a sheepish smile, relief washing over him when the lady moved on.
Orlando had watched Viggo struggle with himself and felt bad for putting his lover in the position he had. Turning in his seat so he could face Viggo properly, Orlando placed his hand gently on the older man’s arm. “Vig? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
Viggo closed his eyes as he mentally pulled himself together. He had thought things would get easier once they were away from New York, but apparently that wasn’t the case. One tiny remark from Orlando and the subsequent look on the flight attendant’s face had his mind running in ten different directions. Why couldn’t he be like Orlando, so completely comfortable with himself, with the relationship he was in, that it didn’t matter what looks people gave him when they realized he wasn’t what they expected?
“Vig?” Orlando asked again, slightly panicked that Viggo had not answered him.
Blue eyes finally opened and met a pair of worried brown ones. He reached over and discreetly covered Orlando’s hand with his own, his thumb caressing the soft skin. “It’s just… it caught me off-guard, what you said about the movie, and… I know I have to get past this… thing I have about people’s perception of me, but I don’t know how.”
“It’s not going to happen overnight, love, that much I can tell you,” Orlando said as he leaned his head against the seatback. “We take it one day at a time, one situation at a time.”
Viggo nodded his understanding before reaching up and brushing his knuckles against Orlando’s cheek. “Thank you, Angel, for being so patient with me.”
Wanting to lighten the mood, Orlando grinned. “You know how they say that actions speak louder than words?”
He knew that grin, knew what lurked behind the dark eyes sparkling with mischief. How his lover could switch gears so quickly was beyond Viggo. “Yeahhhh,” Viggo slowly answered.
“Have you ever put that theory to the test?”
“Noooo, haven’t really needed to. Until now, I’m guessing?” Viggo queried as desire slowly slid into his veins. That desire turned into a raging inferno of need by the time Orlando had described, in very graphic detail, just how Viggo could apologize to him later that night. Viggo shifted in his seat as he tried to adjust the throbbing erection that threatened to bust through his zipper.
“I could take care of that for you, you know,” Orlando solicitously offered as he eyed the bulge straining against the denim. “We can get a blanket from the…”
Viggo leaned over the armrest, bringing his lips to the shell of Orlando’s ear, halting whatever the young man was going to say. “No, you’re not, and no, we’re not. You’re going to sit there and watch the movie, and if you can behave yourself for the rest of the flight, meaning not winding me up more than you have already, I might take your suggestions under advisement. If you can’t, and feel the need to torture me further, well, let me make myself perfectly clear… there will be no theory testing tonight. Understood? Now, let me watch my movie in peace,” Viggo said with a grin as he quickly opened the plastic-wrapped ear buds.
A properly chastised Orlando leaned back in his seat, his lips pursed in an adorable pout that had Viggo fighting the urge to do one of two things: either laugh at his lover's childish antics or lean over the armrest and suck on the tempting lower lip. In the end, he did neither, focusing instead on the crazy pirate dragging a marooned ship across a sea of white.
= = =
An hour into their flight the movie was turned off when the pilot’s voice came on the intercom. “Ladies and gentlemen, we’re starting to encounter some turbulence so we’d like to ask everyone to please put your seat belts back on for the remainder of the flight. We’re going to try to go up to a higher altitude to fix the problem, so please bear with us.” As if on cue the plane suddenly jolted to the left, causing a few startled gasps from a few of the passengers.
Orlando, who had been snuggled up against Viggo’s shoulder, quickly sat his seat upright and clicked the seat belt back in place while Viggo did the same. Orlando had flown often enough over the years wasn’t overly concerned, but he could tell by the nervous set to his lover’s face that he needed to help ease Viggo’s concerns.
“I’m sure it’s nothing, Luv,” Orlando began speaking softly, reaching for and squeezing Viggo’s hand. “These types of things happen all the time.” Viggo nodded his head, but still couldn’t help jerking in response when the plane started shaking against the wind and rain that were battering the plane from all sides.
The flight attendants were making their way down the aisles attempting to reassure their worried and frightened passengers that this was only turbulence and that there was nothing at all to be concerned about. The attendant that they purchased the ear buds for the movie stopped by their seats on the way to the back to sure they were doing okay. Orlando told her they were and thanked her for her concern. Once she left, he turned back to Viggo as another wave of turbulence made the plane pitch to the left again. Viggo’s face blanched and Orlando could tell he was muttering words of prayer under his breath.
“Viggo, would it help if we prayed together?” Orlando leaned as close as he could to his lover’s seat, he grasped both of Viggo’s hands in his and saw Viggo smile a bit before they both bowed their heads together and prayed for the pilot and all the souls on board, they also prayed for a safe remainder of their flight.
After ten more minutes of intense flight maneuvering by the pilot, he was able to get the plane up to a higher altitude and out of danger of more turbulence. Everyone seemed to calm down quite a bit after that and the in-flight movie was turned back on to the relief of the passengers and the flight crew.
Orlando continued holding Viggo’s hand for the rest of the flight. Right now he didn’t give a damn what anyone thought, he just wanted to feel connected to Viggo and to hell with everyone else.
“I love you, Viggo.” Orlando whispered softly into Viggo’s ear while sat together quietly, neither one paying any attention to the movie or the people around them.
“Love you too, Angel.” Viggo leaned forward and kissed Orlando’s cheek. “Thank you for being here, for keeping me from freaking out.” Viggo blew out a breath of air, then lifted a finger to slide across Orlando’s cheek. “Close calls like that really make you appreciate your loved ones, don’t they?”
Orlando looked the other man and smiled, he didn’t think he could ever love this man any more than right now, but he was willing to try every day for the rest of his life. “Yes, they really do.”
“I don’t want to waste one more moment being afraid of what we have together, Orlando,” Watery blue eyes focused on brown eyes as Viggo worked out what he wanted to say. “I know I still need a long way to go, but I’m going to do my level best to show you each and every day how grateful I am that you are in my life.”
“The feeling is mutual, my love.”
Orlando laid his head back onto Viggo’s shoulder, and Viggo laid his head on top of Orlando’s, heedless of who saw them, where they stayed until the end of the flight.
= = =
After finally arriving safe and sound in San Francisco and eager get on their way after their harrowing experience, Orlando and Viggo quickly made their way to the car rental desk. Orlando tapped his fingers anxiously on the counter after he gave his information to the representative. Viggo was standing right next to him, their fingers locked together like a lifeline of support. The scare they’d had on the plane was still weighing heavily on their minds, and Orlando wanted nothing more than to jump in their rental and get out on the open road.
“Here are your keys, Mr. Bloom,” The pretty red head smiled as she handed Orlando the keys to the car. “And here is a list of phone numbers to reach us if you have any questions and in your glove compartment you’ll find a map along with a booklet full of coupons to visit some of the local attractions. Now, if you’ll go straight through those double doors back to your left, you’ll find your car waiting for you.” She looked from Orlando to Viggo before finishing. “We hope you both enjoy your stay in California.”
Orlando couldn’t help looking over his shoulder at his lover standing just behind him. Fuck but that man was gorgeous. He looked back to the woman and smiled. “Thank you, I’m sure we will.”
“Thank you.” Viggo replied, a sincere smile on his lips.
“Ready to roll?” Orlando asked as they walked in the direction they were given. He handed the keys to Viggo in the hopes that he could have both hands free to enjoy the ride. A slight smirk crossed his lips when he thought of the many ways he could put those hands to use.
“You know, I’m almost afraid to ask what that look is for, but yes, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.” Viggo slipped his hand into Orlando’s, earning a shocked but happy smile in return.
= = =
“I don’t fucking believe it!” Orlando’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head when they stepped outside and found the most amazing car he’d ever laid eyes on waiting for them. “A sandstone metallic 2008 Sebring convertible”
“What’s wrong?” Viggo thought the car looked okay to him; he couldn’t understand Orlando’s reaction. “Don’t you like the car? I’m sure we can get another….” He looked down at the keys in his hands to make sure they had the right one, the key tag read ‘2008 tan Sebring’.
“No, that’s not it, Vig.” Orlando’s jaw was still hanging open in shock. “I fucking love it. It’s a dream machine is what it is.” He walked around from the passenger’s side to the trunk running his hands lovingly over the sleek, cool metal. “Saweeeeet.”
Viggo chuckled at his lover’s obvious affinity for the automobile. Orlando could be such a big kid at times, but Viggo wouldn’t change him for the world. Nope, he was fine with Orlando just the way he was. Viggo made his way to the trunk to stow their carry on bags inside. Looking up his breath caught in his throat.
From where he was standing, Viggo could see Orlando at the other end of the car. At that moment the artist in Viggo took over as he pictured Orlando’s dark olive skin against the light sand-colored hood of the car. Viggo imagined with his mind’s eye the way he would arrange his lover with his legs spread deliciously wide, his heels hanging over the edge, digging into the grill. Viggo would run his hands slowly over the naked skin, watching as goose bumps followed the path his hands led, purposely sidestepping Orlando’s hard shaft, knowing that once he did, neither one would last long. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he would have Orlando begging for relief with his lust-filled eyes and full pouting lips.
“Please touch me, Vig.” Orlando pleaded, reaching down to stroke his erection, his hands growing slippery from the pre-come oozing from the tip. His pout increasing when Viggo pulled his hand away, reaching up to pull both hands over Orlando’s head and leaving him to grip the top of the windshield behind him.
“No touching.” He leaned in and swiftly, kissing Orlando’s lips, pulling away before his sneaky lover could hook his leg behind him and trap Viggo in place… just where he knew Orlando wanted him. “I want to make you come undone by my mouth,” Viggo slowly slid his down Orlando sweat-slick body, nibbling and tasting his way downward. “By my hands,” Viggo tweaked both of Orlando’s nipples, grinning at the deep throated moan that followed. “And by this.” His sultry voice whispered before swooping down to engulf Orlando’s neglected erection.”
“Incredible” Viggo murmured.
“Yes it is incredible.” Orlando’s words shook Viggo out of his fantasy. When had his lover snuck up behind him? Viggo swallowed and looked sidelong at Orlando, blushing furiously when Orlando grinned and winked at him. Orlando slid his carry on bag off his shoulder and tossed it into the trunk next to Viggo’s before closing the lid, turning to lean against the car and crossing his legs at his ankles.
“So where do you want me?” Brown eyes twinkled mischievously while thoroughly enjoying the flustered look on his lover’s face. “Now, don’t try to tell me you weren’t just having naughty thoughts about what we can do with this beautiful,” He turned and slid his hands across the back of the vehicle, looking back over his shoulder at his lover. “sleek and very powerful machine?” Orlando could tell his words were having the desired effect when Viggo stepped up behind him and placed on hand on each side of his and he felt the proof of what his words were doing to his lover right snug up against his ass.
Viggo glanced around and didn’t see anyone close by, so he leaned forward, brushing his hips against his lover’s, his lips mere inches from Orlando’s and whispered what an amazing hood ornament Orlando would make, but if he didn’t get his fine ass in the car within the next five seconds, Viggo was going to make him ride in the back seat all the way to Napa Valley. Viggo stepped away from Orlando and walked to the driver’s side, got in and started the engine.
The roar of the motor finally roused Orlando enough to gather his wits and attempted to make his way to the passenger side. He should have known better than to try to wind Viggo up like that. His lover may not be all the experienced, but he was learning pretty damn fast. Orlando lowered himself into his seat and put his sunglasses on.
“All set now?” Viggo smirked at the pointed look Orlando gave him. He risked a glance downward and noticed a definite bulge straining against Orlando’s jeans. “Buckle up, baby, as soon as we get out of here, we’ll be able to take care of that little problem.”
Viggo threw his head back and laughed when he heard a muttered ‘Who’re you calling little?’ as he pulled out onto the expressway.
It was going to be an interesting afternoon.
= = =
They had been driving for a little over an hour when Orlando had Viggo pull off on the next exit that would lead them to the Hill’s Bed and Breakfast. Viggo felt butterflies start fluttering around in his stomach at the thought of what they were getting ready to do. Yes, he was nervous, but more than that he was extremely excited about what could possibly lead to a new life for the two of them.
“I think this is it, Luv,” Orlando pointed to a sign up in front of them.
Part 23