Walk on By - Chapter XVIII
WALK ON BY XVIII
Author: Lottie Lenya
Type: RPS
Pairing: VM/OB
Rating: PG (R/NC-17 in later chapters)
Category: AU
Disclaimer: This is fiction, not based in reality - to the best of my knowledge Viggo Mortensen has never lived rough and Orlando Bloom was never part of the Constabulary.
Beta: Gattodoro and Molly, who once again, sorted me out!
This is for my sick Lexi who has been banished to the couch!
(Previous chapters are here)
“Bollocks..." Orlando arrived home to find Viggo was still at work. He looked at his watch. It was still early. Well he wasn’t minded to wait so grabbing his car keys he slammed out of the flat.
Weaving his way through the early rush hour traffic, Orlando thought about the future. No not just the future but their future. If he wasn’t going to spend the rest of his life wishing that he had done things differently then he needed to factor Viggo into all the decisions he was making right now.
Arriving at the pub, Orlando paused at the doorway watching Viggo collecting glasses, emptying ashtrays and making himself useful. There was serenity to him that Orlando hadn’t noticed before. He held himself apart from the rest of the crowd but not in a way that elicited attention. Frank noticed him and held a glass up, before pouring him a beer. Viggo caught the movement in the corner of his eye and turned.
“Orlando…” a smile that he just couldn’t contain broke over his face, he automatically moved towards his lover before he stopped himself. No public displays of affection between them, those were the rules. He reminded Orlando of a whipped puppy dog. Quickly he crossed over to Viggo and regardless of the rest of the pub, kissed him swiftly. A chorus of jeers followed, but, most of the regulars knew all about Orlando and were prepared to cut him some slack since he was universally considered to be an all round good bloke.
Orlando spoke quietly. “Can you get off early; I want to talk to you?”
Viggo’s heart sank. This was it then. Orlando was going to throw him out. Trying to keep the smile on his face, he went to Frank, had a quick conversation with him and a few minutes later, was standing by the door waiting for Orlando who was discussing Arsenal’s lacklustre performance with a group of lads. When he saw Viggo, he cut short his chat.
“Okay mate, let’s get out of here…”
Once they were in the car, Orlando turned to Viggo. “Let’s get out of town, I’d love to take you to Brighton but it’s a fucker to park there, so I’m gonna drive down to Leigh on Sea, near Southend….”
Viggo wondered why they had to go to leave town just so he could be dumped. Sighing he nodded and drew his feet up under him. He looked so subdued that Orlando was concerned.
“Babe?” he touched Viggo’s knee as they pulled out into the early rush hour traffic.
“Please Orlando…” he gritted his teeth. “Please don’t touch me, don’t toy with me, just get it over with. Dump me. We don’t have to drive miles for this…”
Swearing softly, Orlando sighed. “Viggo, when did I say anything about dumping you? I don’t wanna dump you, I know I’ve been a pain in the arse…” Viggo hardly heard the words, he was thinking back over the last few weeks, days even, when it seemed to him that Orlando couldn’t even bear to be in the same room as him. His own temper, always so slow to burn, flared as he interrupted Orlando.
“Pain in the ass? What you? Yeah, you could say that, Orlando. It’s like I never know where the fuck I am, one minute you’re all sweetness and light and we have great sex, the next you can barely look at me in the face…” all the pent up frustration poured out of him and for once he didn’t try and stop it.
“You treat me like dirt. Orlando, you won’t talk to me, if I smile at you, you growl at me, you fuck me then you roll off me, You’re fucking impossible and I have no idea what I can do to make you happy. Now you tell me you’re not gonna get rid of me and I … I …” Viggo could hold it together no longer. He could feel the tears welling up inside of him, the gathering storm that threatened to break any moment.
“Fuck it…” Orlando pulled over, undid his belt and took Viggo in his arms, regardless of the queues of traffic he was holding up. “Sorry babe, I’m so sorry….” This time, Viggo dissolved into a storm of tears, while Orlando let him cling to him and cry out the pain he’d been holding in for so many weeks.
“I thought … I thought you didn’t want me, you resented me…” Viggo could barely get the words out as he let himself be held and comforted. “I’ve been expecting you to … to throw … throw me out … for days…”
Orlando was appalled at his own selfishness. He’d never been depended on like this before and he didn’t wanna cock it up. He and Greg were equals in every way, always, even when Orlando was training. He was struggling with his new role and for once he didn’t want to keep it to himself.
“Babe, listen….” It all came pouring out, his despair at the way the Force had treated him, the way his own behaviour had endangered a case, his terror that the powers that be find out and that he was gonna lose his job or worse be charged with perverting the course of justice.
Before Viggo could reply, there was a sharp tap at the window. A young, uniformed beat officer was trying and failing to look stern. Orlando still had his warrant card, unwinding the window; he flashed it at the constable.
“Piss off, son, I’m busy…”
“I’m very sorry sir, but you can’t park here, there’s a huge queue of traffic backed up across the bridge, please may I ask you to move on…”
Orlando bit back the retort remembering when he too was a lowly cop without rank. Not unlike his position now. Except now he wasn’t even lowly. He had no rank at all.
“No worries, we’re out of here…” he looked at Viggo. “You okay babe, we gotta get weaving…” winking at the bewildered cop, he scorched off with a screeching of tyres.
Once they were back on the road, Viggo looked at Orlando, a feeling of shame washing over him. “I never … I never thought …” he recalled the last few weeks, the way Orlando had got thinner and thinner, how his cough had got rougher and how his good looks seemed to have faded.
“Sorry…” he said quietly. There was nothing else he could say.
Orlando was embarrassed. “Look don’t sweat it mate, yeah? I just … sometimes you know, I need … sometimes I just need to chill a little you know…”
Gently, Viggo laid a hand on Orlando’s leg, for once Orlando didn’t flinch, didn’t put him off; instead he laid his own hand over it.
“Look Vig, I do care about you, really I do, but if we’re gonna make this work, I have to tell you. All this hearts and flowers stuff just isn’t me, I can’t do it, it makes me feel like a right twat. But just cos I don’t keep on saying it, doesn’t mean I don’t feel it, do you understand that babe?”
Viggo smiled shyly. “I’d rather be with you and have you farting and belching all over the place than not be with you at all. I love you Orlando, plain and simple…” he was blushing a little as Orlando grinned over at him.
“Funnily enough I think I got that, babe and I think maybe I do love you but I need more time. The last few months have been weird and I’m all at sixes at sevens but today …” he gulped. “Today I decided to leave the force and I’m gonna retrain, I dunno what yet but I can’t go on like this. The Met have more or less sacked me anyway so I may as well get away before the wankers break my spirit….”
“Is it down to me?” Viggo asked tremulously. “I never meant to fuck your life up for you, I just … I am sorry Orlando…”
Frowning, Orlando rolled his eyes. “Look babe, you really have to stop being such a martyr, I haven’t fucked up my life, I’ve fucked up my job and I did it, not you, not anyone else but me. So stop taking the blame for everything. Fuck knows, if anyone should feel sorry for themselves, it’s you.
Viggo flinched. “Sorry, I … sorry…”
Orlando felt a flicker of irritation. “Look, as I said, you don’t have to apologise, Viggo, if this is gonna work you really don’t have to be saying sorry all the time…” he didn’t look over but instead pointed to the road sigh. “See, there’s a sign for Leigh on Sea…”
When they arrived, Orlando parked the car near the front, then hand in hand, they wandered along the sea wall, gazing at the sunset and chatting lightly of many things, none of them serious, just a continuation of their discovery of each other. Just for once they both left their troubles behind them and concentrated on being together.
Orlando already looked years younger, the spring in his step was back while Viggo was relaxed because Orlando was, able to be at ease and not watch every word.
“Shall we get fish and chips?” Viggo suggested and Orlando was charmed that finally Viggo was initiating something rather than agreeing to whatever he wanted to do. “And when we get home, how would it be if I … if I …”
“Come on babe,” his tone was gentler than his words, the smile on his face tender as he waited for Viggo to continue. “Spit it out…”
Grinning Viggo, pushed Orlando up against the wall and kissed him, kissed him harder than he’d ever done before. “How about I fuck you for a change?”
“Halla-fucking-lujah!” Orlando was positively quivering with anticipation. “Don’t you dare change your mind on the way back, in fact ... come on, lets get our tea and then we’re going home. My arse is biting my leg off …” he chuckled lasciviously. “If you get my drift…”
“I get your drift…” Viggo was laughing too.
“Then come on, let’s run…” and dragging his lover in his wake, Orlando headed for the front and the nearest chippie, looking for all the world, like a man on a promise.
TBC
Author: Lottie Lenya
Type: RPS
Pairing: VM/OB
Rating: PG (R/NC-17 in later chapters)
Category: AU
Disclaimer: This is fiction, not based in reality - to the best of my knowledge Viggo Mortensen has never lived rough and Orlando Bloom was never part of the Constabulary.
Beta: Gattodoro and Molly, who once again, sorted me out!
This is for my sick Lexi who has been banished to the couch!
(Previous chapters are here)
“Bollocks..." Orlando arrived home to find Viggo was still at work. He looked at his watch. It was still early. Well he wasn’t minded to wait so grabbing his car keys he slammed out of the flat.
Weaving his way through the early rush hour traffic, Orlando thought about the future. No not just the future but their future. If he wasn’t going to spend the rest of his life wishing that he had done things differently then he needed to factor Viggo into all the decisions he was making right now.
Arriving at the pub, Orlando paused at the doorway watching Viggo collecting glasses, emptying ashtrays and making himself useful. There was serenity to him that Orlando hadn’t noticed before. He held himself apart from the rest of the crowd but not in a way that elicited attention. Frank noticed him and held a glass up, before pouring him a beer. Viggo caught the movement in the corner of his eye and turned.
“Orlando…” a smile that he just couldn’t contain broke over his face, he automatically moved towards his lover before he stopped himself. No public displays of affection between them, those were the rules. He reminded Orlando of a whipped puppy dog. Quickly he crossed over to Viggo and regardless of the rest of the pub, kissed him swiftly. A chorus of jeers followed, but, most of the regulars knew all about Orlando and were prepared to cut him some slack since he was universally considered to be an all round good bloke.
Orlando spoke quietly. “Can you get off early; I want to talk to you?”
Viggo’s heart sank. This was it then. Orlando was going to throw him out. Trying to keep the smile on his face, he went to Frank, had a quick conversation with him and a few minutes later, was standing by the door waiting for Orlando who was discussing Arsenal’s lacklustre performance with a group of lads. When he saw Viggo, he cut short his chat.
“Okay mate, let’s get out of here…”
Once they were in the car, Orlando turned to Viggo. “Let’s get out of town, I’d love to take you to Brighton but it’s a fucker to park there, so I’m gonna drive down to Leigh on Sea, near Southend….”
Viggo wondered why they had to go to leave town just so he could be dumped. Sighing he nodded and drew his feet up under him. He looked so subdued that Orlando was concerned.
“Babe?” he touched Viggo’s knee as they pulled out into the early rush hour traffic.
“Please Orlando…” he gritted his teeth. “Please don’t touch me, don’t toy with me, just get it over with. Dump me. We don’t have to drive miles for this…”
Swearing softly, Orlando sighed. “Viggo, when did I say anything about dumping you? I don’t wanna dump you, I know I’ve been a pain in the arse…” Viggo hardly heard the words, he was thinking back over the last few weeks, days even, when it seemed to him that Orlando couldn’t even bear to be in the same room as him. His own temper, always so slow to burn, flared as he interrupted Orlando.
“Pain in the ass? What you? Yeah, you could say that, Orlando. It’s like I never know where the fuck I am, one minute you’re all sweetness and light and we have great sex, the next you can barely look at me in the face…” all the pent up frustration poured out of him and for once he didn’t try and stop it.
“You treat me like dirt. Orlando, you won’t talk to me, if I smile at you, you growl at me, you fuck me then you roll off me, You’re fucking impossible and I have no idea what I can do to make you happy. Now you tell me you’re not gonna get rid of me and I … I …” Viggo could hold it together no longer. He could feel the tears welling up inside of him, the gathering storm that threatened to break any moment.
“Fuck it…” Orlando pulled over, undid his belt and took Viggo in his arms, regardless of the queues of traffic he was holding up. “Sorry babe, I’m so sorry….” This time, Viggo dissolved into a storm of tears, while Orlando let him cling to him and cry out the pain he’d been holding in for so many weeks.
“I thought … I thought you didn’t want me, you resented me…” Viggo could barely get the words out as he let himself be held and comforted. “I’ve been expecting you to … to throw … throw me out … for days…”
Orlando was appalled at his own selfishness. He’d never been depended on like this before and he didn’t wanna cock it up. He and Greg were equals in every way, always, even when Orlando was training. He was struggling with his new role and for once he didn’t want to keep it to himself.
“Babe, listen….” It all came pouring out, his despair at the way the Force had treated him, the way his own behaviour had endangered a case, his terror that the powers that be find out and that he was gonna lose his job or worse be charged with perverting the course of justice.
Before Viggo could reply, there was a sharp tap at the window. A young, uniformed beat officer was trying and failing to look stern. Orlando still had his warrant card, unwinding the window; he flashed it at the constable.
“Piss off, son, I’m busy…”
“I’m very sorry sir, but you can’t park here, there’s a huge queue of traffic backed up across the bridge, please may I ask you to move on…”
Orlando bit back the retort remembering when he too was a lowly cop without rank. Not unlike his position now. Except now he wasn’t even lowly. He had no rank at all.
“No worries, we’re out of here…” he looked at Viggo. “You okay babe, we gotta get weaving…” winking at the bewildered cop, he scorched off with a screeching of tyres.
Once they were back on the road, Viggo looked at Orlando, a feeling of shame washing over him. “I never … I never thought …” he recalled the last few weeks, the way Orlando had got thinner and thinner, how his cough had got rougher and how his good looks seemed to have faded.
“Sorry…” he said quietly. There was nothing else he could say.
Orlando was embarrassed. “Look don’t sweat it mate, yeah? I just … sometimes you know, I need … sometimes I just need to chill a little you know…”
Gently, Viggo laid a hand on Orlando’s leg, for once Orlando didn’t flinch, didn’t put him off; instead he laid his own hand over it.
“Look Vig, I do care about you, really I do, but if we’re gonna make this work, I have to tell you. All this hearts and flowers stuff just isn’t me, I can’t do it, it makes me feel like a right twat. But just cos I don’t keep on saying it, doesn’t mean I don’t feel it, do you understand that babe?”
Viggo smiled shyly. “I’d rather be with you and have you farting and belching all over the place than not be with you at all. I love you Orlando, plain and simple…” he was blushing a little as Orlando grinned over at him.
“Funnily enough I think I got that, babe and I think maybe I do love you but I need more time. The last few months have been weird and I’m all at sixes at sevens but today …” he gulped. “Today I decided to leave the force and I’m gonna retrain, I dunno what yet but I can’t go on like this. The Met have more or less sacked me anyway so I may as well get away before the wankers break my spirit….”
“Is it down to me?” Viggo asked tremulously. “I never meant to fuck your life up for you, I just … I am sorry Orlando…”
Frowning, Orlando rolled his eyes. “Look babe, you really have to stop being such a martyr, I haven’t fucked up my life, I’ve fucked up my job and I did it, not you, not anyone else but me. So stop taking the blame for everything. Fuck knows, if anyone should feel sorry for themselves, it’s you.
Viggo flinched. “Sorry, I … sorry…”
Orlando felt a flicker of irritation. “Look, as I said, you don’t have to apologise, Viggo, if this is gonna work you really don’t have to be saying sorry all the time…” he didn’t look over but instead pointed to the road sigh. “See, there’s a sign for Leigh on Sea…”
When they arrived, Orlando parked the car near the front, then hand in hand, they wandered along the sea wall, gazing at the sunset and chatting lightly of many things, none of them serious, just a continuation of their discovery of each other. Just for once they both left their troubles behind them and concentrated on being together.
Orlando already looked years younger, the spring in his step was back while Viggo was relaxed because Orlando was, able to be at ease and not watch every word.
“Shall we get fish and chips?” Viggo suggested and Orlando was charmed that finally Viggo was initiating something rather than agreeing to whatever he wanted to do. “And when we get home, how would it be if I … if I …”
“Come on babe,” his tone was gentler than his words, the smile on his face tender as he waited for Viggo to continue. “Spit it out…”
Grinning Viggo, pushed Orlando up against the wall and kissed him, kissed him harder than he’d ever done before. “How about I fuck you for a change?”
“Halla-fucking-lujah!” Orlando was positively quivering with anticipation. “Don’t you dare change your mind on the way back, in fact ... come on, lets get our tea and then we’re going home. My arse is biting my leg off …” he chuckled lasciviously. “If you get my drift…”
“I get your drift…” Viggo was laughing too.
“Then come on, let’s run…” and dragging his lover in his wake, Orlando headed for the front and the nearest chippie, looking for all the world, like a man on a promise.
TBC