Stupid Valentine
Title: Stupid Valentine
Author: jeyhawk
Pairing: Orlando/Viggo
Rating: Nothing too adult.
Disclaimer: Liiieeeessss....
Notes: Happy Valentine's Day everyone. I hope yours have been better than mine. ;0)
Orlando hated Valentine’s Day. He hated the fact that everybody suddenly seemed to have their heads stuffed with pink cotton, hated the fact that wherever he looked someone was offering him heart shaped candy and he hated the fact that wherever he went someone was shouting Happy Valentine’s Day at his departing back. Had it only been an option Orlando would have spent Valentine’s Day holed up in his trailer with a blanket over his head, but as it were he had to film with the rest of them and be subjected to their dim witted idiocies.
Elijah gave him a rose with a lewd message, Orlando threw it in the trash. Dom gave him a fake rose that turned out to be a lace g-string, Orlando stuffed the panties in his pocket and threw the rest away. Sean A gave him a heart shaped chocolate bar, Orlando gave it back and told him Sam needed it better than Legolas. Sean B gave him a red rose, Orlando gave it to his make up artist with a scowl so dark she didn’t even dare say thank you. John gave him a lecture on the origins of Valentine’s Day, Orlando told him to fuck off.
Ian gave him a card with millions of hearts on it and a sweet little message, Orlando set it on fire. The make up girls gave him a heart shaped box with a bandana in it; Orlando managed a thank you, kept the bandana and threw away the box. Dave gave him a hug and told him to cheer up, Orlando pushed him away. Karl gave him a kiss and told him to cheer up, Orlando slapped him over the face. Craig slapped Orlando and told him not to be mean to his man; Orlando gave him a dirty look and walked away. Peter gave them the afternoon off and told them to have fun, Orlando huffed and hurried to get out of costume.
By the time Orlando made it back to the sweet little house by the sea that the production company rented for him everyone had wished him a Happy Valentine’s Day except for one person, Viggo. Even though the older man had been puttering about and exchanging Valentine’s gifts with everyone else, he had never approached Orlando with anything. Not that Orlando he minded, he hated Valentine’s Day, but why hadn’t Viggo gotten anything for him? Hadn’t Orlando been enough of a friend, or was it that he didn’t put out enough? Out of all the people on the set Orlando was the only one Viggo was fucking, at least as far as Orlando knew, shouldn’t that had merited at least a card?
Not that their relationship was a serious one or anything, they just fell into bed every now and then, but still. It was more of a relationship than Viggo had with Sean A and Sean had gotten a book of obscure poetry while Orlando hadn’t even gotten a look. It was stupid that was what it was, stupid and pointless. It was exactly these sorts of things that made Orlando hate Valentine’s Day so much. It didn’t matter that he and Viggo was just fucking, he’d still managed to get attached and of course he wanted Valentine’s Day to be special because Viggo had made it special and now he just hated everyone and everything.
He hated his car, the house, the keys that kept missing the lock, the shoes that he tripped over in front of the door and stupid Viggo sitting on his couch dressed in nothing but a huge bouquet of roses. Orlando stopped dead in his tracks and blinked, but Viggo was still sitting on his couch, quite naked as far as he could tell with the roses demurely placed on his lap. There was a lot of roses in a pleasing pink color, Orlando blinked again. Viggo was smiling at him in that special way that only Viggo could smile, so Orlando blinked again, to protect his eyes.
“Viggo,” he finally said. “What are you doing here?”
It was a stupid thing to ask really, he should have asked how Viggo had gotten there before him or if he was sure that he’d brought enough lube, but it was the first thing that came to Orlando’s mind since his head suddenly seemed to be filled with pink cotton.
“I brought you some flowers,” Viggo said still smiling that special smile. “And myself.”
Orlando smiled back, he didn’t care for the flowers but he had plans for Viggo that involved the lacy g-string, the bandana and quite possibly a gallon of lube.
“I thought you didn’t care,” Orlando said as he walked up to Viggo.
“What a silly silly thing to say,” Viggo responded as he let go of the flowers in favour of reaching out for Orlando. “I was just scared you’d rebuke me as you did the others and I prefer not to be publicly humiliated if I can help it.”
Orlando pushed the flowers away and slid down on Viggo’s lap, wrapping his arms around the older man’s neck.
“I would never publicly humiliate you,” Orlando murmured, giving Viggo a kiss. “Well… except for that one time…”
Viggo laughed and pulled Orlando closer. “Happy Valentine’s Day, cutie.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Orlando responded, his words muffled against Viggo’s lips as the older man decided there had been enough talking for the day. It seemed that Valentine’s Day could bring good things after all.
The End
Author: jeyhawk
Pairing: Orlando/Viggo
Rating: Nothing too adult.
Disclaimer: Liiieeeessss....
Notes: Happy Valentine's Day everyone. I hope yours have been better than mine. ;0)
Orlando hated Valentine’s Day. He hated the fact that everybody suddenly seemed to have their heads stuffed with pink cotton, hated the fact that wherever he looked someone was offering him heart shaped candy and he hated the fact that wherever he went someone was shouting Happy Valentine’s Day at his departing back. Had it only been an option Orlando would have spent Valentine’s Day holed up in his trailer with a blanket over his head, but as it were he had to film with the rest of them and be subjected to their dim witted idiocies.
Elijah gave him a rose with a lewd message, Orlando threw it in the trash. Dom gave him a fake rose that turned out to be a lace g-string, Orlando stuffed the panties in his pocket and threw the rest away. Sean A gave him a heart shaped chocolate bar, Orlando gave it back and told him Sam needed it better than Legolas. Sean B gave him a red rose, Orlando gave it to his make up artist with a scowl so dark she didn’t even dare say thank you. John gave him a lecture on the origins of Valentine’s Day, Orlando told him to fuck off.
Ian gave him a card with millions of hearts on it and a sweet little message, Orlando set it on fire. The make up girls gave him a heart shaped box with a bandana in it; Orlando managed a thank you, kept the bandana and threw away the box. Dave gave him a hug and told him to cheer up, Orlando pushed him away. Karl gave him a kiss and told him to cheer up, Orlando slapped him over the face. Craig slapped Orlando and told him not to be mean to his man; Orlando gave him a dirty look and walked away. Peter gave them the afternoon off and told them to have fun, Orlando huffed and hurried to get out of costume.
By the time Orlando made it back to the sweet little house by the sea that the production company rented for him everyone had wished him a Happy Valentine’s Day except for one person, Viggo. Even though the older man had been puttering about and exchanging Valentine’s gifts with everyone else, he had never approached Orlando with anything. Not that Orlando he minded, he hated Valentine’s Day, but why hadn’t Viggo gotten anything for him? Hadn’t Orlando been enough of a friend, or was it that he didn’t put out enough? Out of all the people on the set Orlando was the only one Viggo was fucking, at least as far as Orlando knew, shouldn’t that had merited at least a card?
Not that their relationship was a serious one or anything, they just fell into bed every now and then, but still. It was more of a relationship than Viggo had with Sean A and Sean had gotten a book of obscure poetry while Orlando hadn’t even gotten a look. It was stupid that was what it was, stupid and pointless. It was exactly these sorts of things that made Orlando hate Valentine’s Day so much. It didn’t matter that he and Viggo was just fucking, he’d still managed to get attached and of course he wanted Valentine’s Day to be special because Viggo had made it special and now he just hated everyone and everything.
He hated his car, the house, the keys that kept missing the lock, the shoes that he tripped over in front of the door and stupid Viggo sitting on his couch dressed in nothing but a huge bouquet of roses. Orlando stopped dead in his tracks and blinked, but Viggo was still sitting on his couch, quite naked as far as he could tell with the roses demurely placed on his lap. There was a lot of roses in a pleasing pink color, Orlando blinked again. Viggo was smiling at him in that special way that only Viggo could smile, so Orlando blinked again, to protect his eyes.
“Viggo,” he finally said. “What are you doing here?”
It was a stupid thing to ask really, he should have asked how Viggo had gotten there before him or if he was sure that he’d brought enough lube, but it was the first thing that came to Orlando’s mind since his head suddenly seemed to be filled with pink cotton.
“I brought you some flowers,” Viggo said still smiling that special smile. “And myself.”
Orlando smiled back, he didn’t care for the flowers but he had plans for Viggo that involved the lacy g-string, the bandana and quite possibly a gallon of lube.
“I thought you didn’t care,” Orlando said as he walked up to Viggo.
“What a silly silly thing to say,” Viggo responded as he let go of the flowers in favour of reaching out for Orlando. “I was just scared you’d rebuke me as you did the others and I prefer not to be publicly humiliated if I can help it.”
Orlando pushed the flowers away and slid down on Viggo’s lap, wrapping his arms around the older man’s neck.
“I would never publicly humiliate you,” Orlando murmured, giving Viggo a kiss. “Well… except for that one time…”
Viggo laughed and pulled Orlando closer. “Happy Valentine’s Day, cutie.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Orlando responded, his words muffled against Viggo’s lips as the older man decided there had been enough talking for the day. It seemed that Valentine’s Day could bring good things after all.
The End