V is for Viktor
Only slightly edited. Might need some fixing.
V is for Viktor
Viktor hugged Jordan at the security gate, watched him pass through, then turned and walked out of the airport. Aaron was leaning on the car where Viktor had left him to walk Jordan in. Aaron reached out and Viktor walked into the hug.
“He really left?” Aaron asked.
Viktor nodded. “I told him I loved him. He said he knew and that he loved me too. Then he walked away.”
Aaron hugged Viktor tighter. “I'm sorry. I really thought he'd stay with you.”
Viktor shrugged but didn't reply.
Aaron put Viktor into the passenger seat, got into the driver's seat and drove them home.
Hours later Viktor was sitting in his favourite chair. He'd sat down after shooing Aaron away and hadn't moved. He didn't know what else to do. Jordan was gone. All of their friends had been shocked when Jordan had announced that he was moving across the continent. They had all assumed, much like Viktor had, that Jordan was going to stay with Viktor. How wrong they'd all been.
Less than three weeks ago, Jordan had come barrelling into Viktor's apartment, grinning and laughing. Jordan had rushed over to Viktor, grabbed him and kissed the living daylights out of him. That had led to them tangled together on the kitchen floor. Once they'd calmed down, Jordan had explained that his first book was going to be made into a movie. He'd been asked to write the screen play and had decided to move to LA.
Viktor had been devastated but he'd been understanding. Even after Jordan had explained he was moving to LA permanently and not just for the length required to write the screen play, Viktor had been understanding. What other choice had he had? He'd asked Jordan to stay. He'd told Jordan he loved him. Jordan chose to leave.
And so, Viktor was sitting in his chair unaware of time passing. The sky darkened then lightened again and still Viktor sat.
The morning was almost gone when the door opened. Viktor assumed it was Aaron coming to check on him so he continued to stare blankly at his lap.
“Vik?”
Viktor looked up in disbelief. Jordan stood in the doorway. Viktor wondered if he was dreaming.
“Vik, I'm sorry.” Jordan looked and sounded pathetically sad. “I knew the moment the plane took off that I was wrong to leave. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize it.”
Viktor could only stare at Jordan wordlessly. Jordan had come back. Viktor wasn't sure he believed it.
“Vik?” Jordan walked over and kneeled in front of Viktor. He took Viktor's hands and kissed his knuckles. “Please Vik, say something.”
“You...” Viktor had to clear his dry throat, “You came back? Why?”
“Do you not want me back?” Jordan asked.
“NO!” Viktor yelled, “No, of course I wanted you to come back, but you left. You told me you loved me and you left.”
Jordan winced. “I know, I was stupid. As I said, as soon as the plane took off I knew I was making a mistake. I got off the plane in LA, bought a return ticket and spent the time waiting for the flight talking to the movie studio. I arranged everything so that I could work from here and only fly out when absolutely necessary. I love you and I was stupid for leaving so I came home.”
“You're really back?” Viktor asked.
“Even if you don't take me back, I'm not leaving again. You're here. It's where I belong.”
Viktor threw himself at Jordan and Jordan caught him. Viktor knew that he'd be yelling at Jordan for leaving in a little bit, once it all hit him, but for now he clung to Jordan. He was just happy Jordan had come back.
V is for Viktor
Viktor hugged Jordan at the security gate, watched him pass through, then turned and walked out of the airport. Aaron was leaning on the car where Viktor had left him to walk Jordan in. Aaron reached out and Viktor walked into the hug.
“He really left?” Aaron asked.
Viktor nodded. “I told him I loved him. He said he knew and that he loved me too. Then he walked away.”
Aaron hugged Viktor tighter. “I'm sorry. I really thought he'd stay with you.”
Viktor shrugged but didn't reply.
Aaron put Viktor into the passenger seat, got into the driver's seat and drove them home.
Hours later Viktor was sitting in his favourite chair. He'd sat down after shooing Aaron away and hadn't moved. He didn't know what else to do. Jordan was gone. All of their friends had been shocked when Jordan had announced that he was moving across the continent. They had all assumed, much like Viktor had, that Jordan was going to stay with Viktor. How wrong they'd all been.
Less than three weeks ago, Jordan had come barrelling into Viktor's apartment, grinning and laughing. Jordan had rushed over to Viktor, grabbed him and kissed the living daylights out of him. That had led to them tangled together on the kitchen floor. Once they'd calmed down, Jordan had explained that his first book was going to be made into a movie. He'd been asked to write the screen play and had decided to move to LA.
Viktor had been devastated but he'd been understanding. Even after Jordan had explained he was moving to LA permanently and not just for the length required to write the screen play, Viktor had been understanding. What other choice had he had? He'd asked Jordan to stay. He'd told Jordan he loved him. Jordan chose to leave.
And so, Viktor was sitting in his chair unaware of time passing. The sky darkened then lightened again and still Viktor sat.
The morning was almost gone when the door opened. Viktor assumed it was Aaron coming to check on him so he continued to stare blankly at his lap.
“Vik?”
Viktor looked up in disbelief. Jordan stood in the doorway. Viktor wondered if he was dreaming.
“Vik, I'm sorry.” Jordan looked and sounded pathetically sad. “I knew the moment the plane took off that I was wrong to leave. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize it.”
Viktor could only stare at Jordan wordlessly. Jordan had come back. Viktor wasn't sure he believed it.
“Vik?” Jordan walked over and kneeled in front of Viktor. He took Viktor's hands and kissed his knuckles. “Please Vik, say something.”
“You...” Viktor had to clear his dry throat, “You came back? Why?”
“Do you not want me back?” Jordan asked.
“NO!” Viktor yelled, “No, of course I wanted you to come back, but you left. You told me you loved me and you left.”
Jordan winced. “I know, I was stupid. As I said, as soon as the plane took off I knew I was making a mistake. I got off the plane in LA, bought a return ticket and spent the time waiting for the flight talking to the movie studio. I arranged everything so that I could work from here and only fly out when absolutely necessary. I love you and I was stupid for leaving so I came home.”
“You're really back?” Viktor asked.
“Even if you don't take me back, I'm not leaving again. You're here. It's where I belong.”
Viktor threw himself at Jordan and Jordan caught him. Viktor knew that he'd be yelling at Jordan for leaving in a little bit, once it all hit him, but for now he clung to Jordan. He was just happy Jordan had come back.