Winter Work: Details
The little AU: Winter Work: Details
slashfairy
PG
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Sometimes the working out of the details is impossible, the details are overwhelming. Who'll be where, when, doing what. At first it was about their lives in the big world, filming, families, travels. Then it collapsed like a supernova to a black hole as they worked out who slept how, who loved whom first more better longer hotter deeper sweeter, who meant more to whom. Then it expanded again into a universe of possibilities, of open spaces and connectedness and safety and warmth, of breathing in and out and in again so that no matter what it works out. Then the details are left to look after themselves, which they've gotten in the habit of doing rather nicely, actually.
Thus the habits of sleeping they've gotten into are different when they're alone, or in different pairs, or the three together. Together the three of them make a tangle of arms and legs and backs and chests that covers, fills, a king-size bed, duvets and sheets and pillows stuffed in here and there, tucked in or kicked off or smoothed out over them by sleepy hands that find their way back to curling around or against or over arms, waists, buttocks. The bedside table has a drawer with lube and condoms, though they've been tested and tested again and come up clean, and Karl particularly hates them, but still they're there, with a box of tissues on the top of the table and a small wastebasket under it -concessions to the fact that no-one likes waking up sticky but sometimes it's too much work to get up after and shower...
When it's just Karl and Orli they've worked out who cuddles and who doesn't. It's changed, too, as Orli's gotten older, more confident, more mature. Karl remembers thinking "That kid's just too young for me," on the Rings movies, but he's gotten over that now. Now he's found a way to lie in the big bed with this rangy tall muscular lithe man next to him, sprawled or curled as the mood's taken him, and feel neither crowded nor lonely, but comforted, companionable, wanted, necessary. Sometimes Karl lets Orli hold him, when the 'grims' have got him good and he's blue and can't get out of it by doing something practical, some exercise or some work around the property, he lets Orlando lead him through some little meditation ritual then hold him until he's calm, then make love to him, or not, as they need it to be, until he falls asleep. Sometimes it's Orli who's sad, or defeated, or worried, and Karl provides the bulwark against the blues, makes the world safe enough for Orlando to drift into sleep and calm.
Viggo doesn't know who's providing what for whom tonight, only that it's a good night, the two of them are in the house at the end of the bluff road together for a change from recent business, so he lets Nikolai have him for one more day under the grey London skies while in his heart he's in the bed in Bluff house, warm and safe and fitting in just right. Soon, soon this shoot will be over, and for a little while in Spring they'll carve out time together again before the business of life takes them away again, the details blocking their view of the pattern for a while until they settle again and it all just works.
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slashfairy
PG
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Sometimes the working out of the details is impossible, the details are overwhelming. Who'll be where, when, doing what. At first it was about their lives in the big world, filming, families, travels. Then it collapsed like a supernova to a black hole as they worked out who slept how, who loved whom first more better longer hotter deeper sweeter, who meant more to whom. Then it expanded again into a universe of possibilities, of open spaces and connectedness and safety and warmth, of breathing in and out and in again so that no matter what it works out. Then the details are left to look after themselves, which they've gotten in the habit of doing rather nicely, actually.
Thus the habits of sleeping they've gotten into are different when they're alone, or in different pairs, or the three together. Together the three of them make a tangle of arms and legs and backs and chests that covers, fills, a king-size bed, duvets and sheets and pillows stuffed in here and there, tucked in or kicked off or smoothed out over them by sleepy hands that find their way back to curling around or against or over arms, waists, buttocks. The bedside table has a drawer with lube and condoms, though they've been tested and tested again and come up clean, and Karl particularly hates them, but still they're there, with a box of tissues on the top of the table and a small wastebasket under it -concessions to the fact that no-one likes waking up sticky but sometimes it's too much work to get up after and shower...
When it's just Karl and Orli they've worked out who cuddles and who doesn't. It's changed, too, as Orli's gotten older, more confident, more mature. Karl remembers thinking "That kid's just too young for me," on the Rings movies, but he's gotten over that now. Now he's found a way to lie in the big bed with this rangy tall muscular lithe man next to him, sprawled or curled as the mood's taken him, and feel neither crowded nor lonely, but comforted, companionable, wanted, necessary. Sometimes Karl lets Orli hold him, when the 'grims' have got him good and he's blue and can't get out of it by doing something practical, some exercise or some work around the property, he lets Orlando lead him through some little meditation ritual then hold him until he's calm, then make love to him, or not, as they need it to be, until he falls asleep. Sometimes it's Orli who's sad, or defeated, or worried, and Karl provides the bulwark against the blues, makes the world safe enough for Orlando to drift into sleep and calm.
Viggo doesn't know who's providing what for whom tonight, only that it's a good night, the two of them are in the house at the end of the bluff road together for a change from recent business, so he lets Nikolai have him for one more day under the grey London skies while in his heart he's in the bed in Bluff house, warm and safe and fitting in just right. Soon, soon this shoot will be over, and for a little while in Spring they'll carve out time together again before the business of life takes them away again, the details blocking their view of the pattern for a while until they settle again and it all just works.
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