Fic: Spanish Lullaby (1/1)
Spanish Lullaby
“Hello?”
“It’s me.” There was so much misery in those two words that alarm went off in Viggo’s head immediately. Somehow Orlando’s voice didn’t sound right; he sounded tired, as was to be expected, but there was more to it than that.
“Hi baby, I didn’t expect to hear from you tonight,” Viggo said honestly, glancing at the clock on the wall; it was five pm in Idaho and around two am at where Orlando was currently filming his new movie. “I thought you’d be asleep by now, I’m sure you’ve had a rough day.”
“I can’t sleep”, Orlando said and breathed out a sob. “God, I miss you so much and I can’t get any sleep without you. I’ve tried to stay strong and not to call you since I didn’t want you to worry but I just can’t sleep. I need you, Vig.” His breath hitched as he tried not to start crying but he knew that Viggo would understand; he always did. Viggo was like an anchor to him, something he could always count on, no matter how rough things got. Viggo was always there for him; his love kept Orlando sane.
“Baby,” Viggo sighed and closed his eyes. He knew what being apart did to Orlando; he couldn’t sleep, he became restless, agitated. Frankly, he became a mess. “What do you want me to do?”
“Sing to me, Vig; I need to hear your voice. Please.” Orlando’s voice was small and sad. Viggo couldn’t bear the thought of him being all alone, sleepless and unhappy, and he would have done anything to make it better.
“What would you like to hear?”
“Something nice… something in Spanish maybe; I love the way you wrap your tongue around that language. I just need to hear your voice, love,” Orlando said, almost whining. Tears burned his eyelids and he was exhausted; the day had been long and tiring but he couldn’t find his rest. Not without Viggo.
“Close your eyes, baby,” Viggo said gently. “Sleep.”
"Cierras ya tus ojitos
Duermete sin temor
Sueña con angelitos
parecidos a ti
Y te agarrare tu mano
Duermete sin temor
Cuando tu despiertes,
yo estare aqui"*
Viggo’s husky, warm voice filled Orlando’s ear through the receiver and he closed his eyes in contentment. It didn’t matter to him that he didn’t understand the words; he understood the meaning behind them and that was enough. He relaxed against the pillows and closed his eyes, cradling the receiver between his ear and his shoulder, letting Viggo’s soothing voice lull him to much needed sleep.
Viggo smiled as he heard Orlando’s breathing slow down. Sometimes he worried for his younger lover; Orlando was so emotional and so fragile when they were apart. It killed him to know that Orlando needed him and he couldn’t be there for him in person. All Viggo wanted was to take Orlando into his arms, kiss him until his tears dried up, and make sweet love to him until dawn. But sometimes phone calls just had to be enough.
Viggo lay down and held the receiver close to his ear, listening to Orlando’s steady breathing and imagining that he was sleeping next to his lover.
The End.
*Close you eyes little one and sleep
And dream while the angels watch over you
I will hold your hand
And when you wake with the morning, I'll still be here