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SQUEEE! Another Christmas Gift for me. :0) Huge thanks to mesnica, nurseowens, liriel1810 and the anonymous writer giving me a fic. I love them all. :0)
Rating: NC17
Author: liriel1810
Timeline: Set after the RHG Advent Calendar
Orlando sat on the couch in his room, saffron blanket pulled up around his chin. He snuggled further into the warmth and looked out the window at the frigid landscape. Snow lay heavy on the ground and the sky had that steely look that presaged more to come. The bare branches of the trees reached their skeletal fingers to the sky as though to claw rents in the clouds and release the snow.
Viggo was painting, again. He’d been overcome with inspiration at breakfast and with a quick peck to Orlando’s cheek, he’d gone into his studio and closeted himself inside. Orlando had paced around the house, trying to distract himself, but everything seemed to be pointless without Viggo to share it with him. It was stupid really; he was a grown man, he should be capable of finding something to do while his lover was busy. But all he wanted to do was be with Viggo, to wrap himself around Viggo and merge himself with him. Either that or get fucked so hard he’d feel it for a week.
It was 3pm, and the sky was darkening towards night already. Orlando had made some lunch, but he’d eaten alone. Viggo hadn’t emerged from his studio and with the door firmly closed, Orlando was hesitant to intrude.
Orlando lay back against the pillows he’d piled against the end of the couch. His gaze flicking between the clawing branches of the trees outside and the large ROTK poster on his wall as his eyes grew heavier and he sank unnoticed into slumber.
*~*
Orlando ran through the grasping branches, fear clutching at his heart. Each breath was torn from his throat as he ran faster. He needed to escape, from what, he didn’t know. But something was chasing him; something big, and scary, and mean. He whimpered as he ran. He needed Viggo. Viggo would save him. The skeletal branches of the trees clawed at his clothing as he ran, tearing them to shreds. Soon he was naked, running through the trees as the branches slapped against his bare skin, raising welts.
*~*
Orlando moaned in his sleep, moving restlessly on the couch. He shivered and pushed the blanket away with his hands, caught in the grip of the nightmare.
*~*
Looking behind him, Orlando ran into an immovable object; that nevertheless did move slightly, with a woof of escaped breath. Hands came up to hold him and he sobbed and thrashed, trying to escape.
“Easy. I mean you no harm. Be at peace, little one.”
Startled, Orlando looked up, into Viggo’s eyes, only it wasn’t Viggo. “Whaaa….Who…? Oh fuck!”
“Why are you running through Fangorn? Do you not know how dangerous it is in this living forest?”
“Uh, yeah…shit…Oh fuck” Orlando whimpered, left babbling as the knowledge that the person who held him was none other than Aragorn, hottest ranger/king ever and the man he’d wanked to more times than he could count, before he’d met Viggo.
“The forest means you no harm.”
“It’s…it’s not the forest.” Orlando whimpered and shivered in Aragorn’s grasp.
“Then what do you fear?” Aragorn took off his elven cloak and wrapped it around Orlando’s shivering frame.
“Something’s chasing me. Please don’t let it get me.” Orlando tried to move closer to the ranger. If he couldn’t have Viggo to save him, Aragorn would more than do. Aragorn would probably be better here anyhow, he really knew how to wield a sword.
“What is chasing you?” Aragorn raised his head and scanned the surrounding forest, looking for the menace that threatened the young man.
“I…I don’t know.” Orlando suddenly felt really stupid.
Aragorn looked at the embarrassed young man as he tried to hide his flushed face. “Perhaps it is only your fear that pursues you? Fangorn has a way of making people confront their fears; or flee from them to their detriment.”
Orlando looked up into the compassionate gaze of the man holding him. He wanted nothing more than to be held and comforted.
“What do you fear so much it has you running wildly through the forest?” Aragorn spoke gently, lightly caressing the cheek of the frightened young man, seeking to reassure.
*~*
Orlando moaned and thrashed in his sleep, trying to get the words out, to tell Aragorn what he was afraid of.
“Orlando! Orlando, talk to me, tell me what’s wrong, baby.”
With a gasp, Orlando opened his eyes and stared into the eyes of his lover. “V-v-viggo?” With a muffled cry, Orlando flung himself off the couch and into Viggo’s arms.
Viggo fell back flat on the plush carpet, Orlando on top of him, holding on to him for dear life, his face buried in Viggo’s neck.
“Hold me, Viggo, please.” Orlando trembled and pressed himself closer to Viggo.
“It’s okay, Orlando, I’ve got you. You’re safe now.” Viggo wrapped his arms around Orlando and stroked his back soothingly. “Do you want to tell me about it, babe?”
Orlando shook his head no, and murmured against Viggo’s neck, “Just want you to fuck me.”
Viggo grinned and ran his hands down Orlando’s back to cup his ass, his fingers teasing along the seam of Orlando’s pants. It couldn’t be too serious if Orlando would rather fuck. Orlando spread his legs so they rested on either side of Viggo and wiggled his ass against the feather-light touch. Viggo ran his hands further down the crease of Orlando’s ass until his fingers were pressing against Orlando’s hole through the layers of clothing. Orlando whimpered and pressed back against the fingers. His cock throbbed as he ground it against Viggo’s hardness.
Orlando sucked on Viggo’s neck as his hips undulated against Viggo’s. His mind barely registered the fact that Viggo’s hand was undoing his jeans and pushing them down; all he could feel was Viggo’s fingers, teasing against his hole, the light touch through the material of his jeans and boxers threatening to drive him insane. He released his hold on his lover’s neck and licked the beginning bruise gently before moving to claim Viggo’s lips in a devouring kiss.
Viggo stopped his teasing of Orlando’s ass as he moved his hands to push down the offending clothing, encouraging Orlando to raise his hips to ease the removal.
Orlando lifted his hips slightly, feeling Viggo’s hands sliding down his thighs as his jeans and boxers were removed together. He lowered his hips, rubbing his aching cock against the rough material of Viggo’s paint pants. He moaned at the delightful friction, he could almost come like this, just rubbing himself against Viggo.
Viggo’s hands came up to hold Orlando’s hips still. “Wait, babe. Just a minute.”
“Oh God, hurry Vig, I need you inside me.”
Viggo flipped Orlando so he lay on his back on the rug, sweater rucked up around his armpits, jeans around his knees. Viggo raised himself to his knees and stared at the body laid out before him, “God you’re beautiful.”
“Look later, Vig. Fuck now.” Orlando squirmed and shimmied as he kicked his pants the rest of the way off. If he didn’t get Viggo’s cock buried in his arse soon he was going to die, or scream, or….something!
Viggo moved quickly to the bookcase beneath the ROTK poster and grabbed the lube. With a grin and a quick salute to the poster of Aragorn, he turned back to his lover. The sight of Orlando lying naked on the rug, one hand tugging urgently at his erection caused him to drop the lube on the rug next to Orlando and quickly strip off his paint spattered clothing. Dropping to his knees, he batted Orlando’s hand away from his cock, replacing it with his mouth.
“Oh fuck, yeah.” Orlando breathed, “so good.”
Viggo removed his mouth from Orlando’s cock and looked into Orlando’s pleasure drenched face, “Don’t come.” He waited for Orlando’s nod before resuming his attention to the weeping cock bobbing in front of him.
He swirled his tongue over the tip, collecting the pre-cum there, swallowing happily. Moving his lips down, he took more of Orlando into his mouth, his hands gripped Orlando’s hips, preventing him from thrusting up into the teasing cavern. Viggo moved so he was between Orlando’s spread legs, his mouth continuing to pleasure and torment his lover’s beautiful cock. He pressed one finger against Orlando’s perineum, smiling around the hard cock in his mouth as Orlando whimpered and writhed under him.
“Oh, fuck! Vig, God…gonna come…so good…” Orlando whimpered and thrashed, feeling his orgasm building as Viggo sucked him and pressed one finger against him. “Need you….fuck…inside…Vig, please.”
Viggo removed his finger from its tormenting position, only to return moments later. He thrust the lube slicked finger deeply into Orlando’s passage and pressed his thumb against his perineum. Curling his finger, he stroked Orlando’s prostate from both sides, in time with his sucking on Orlando’s hard cock.
“Oh Jesus, fuck, Viggggooooo!!!” Orlando wailed as his orgasm crashed over him, only managing at the last moment to prevent his seed from spilling.
Viggo pulled his lips off Orlando’s steely shaft as he quickly lubed his own aching erection. Push Orlando’s legs up, he leaned over him, “Are you ready for me, babe?”
At the younger man’s nod, he quickly drew Orlando’s legs over his shoulders and thrust his hard member into the tight passage. He bent over and sucked on Orlando’s nipple, gently pulling on the stud.
“Oh yeah, oh fuck…harder, Vig…want to feel it in my throat.” Orlando moaned and thrust up against Viggo.
Viggo pounded into Orlando’s willing ass, his breath ragged as Orlando’s hot passage gripped him and pulled him in with every thrust. Sweat trickled down his hairline and dripped from his chin to Orlando’s chest. “Fuck, Orlando. So close….come with me, babe.”
“Oh…yeah….fuck….no…problem.” Orlando panted and thrust his ass harder against Viggo.
With one last hard thrust, Viggo was spilling his seed into Orlando. His body shuddered through his release. At the blissed out expression on Viggo’s face, Orlando let his tight grip on his control relax and wailed Viggo’s name as his orgasm washed over him, streamers of cum painted his and Viggo’s chests.
Orlando’s legs fell off Viggo’s shoulders as he lay bonelessly beneath his lover, trying to recover his breath. “Fuck. That was …”
“Yeah.” Viggo murmured, his face buried in Orlando’s neck. “You are…”
“Yeah…you too.” Orlando shifted slightly, “I think I have rug burns on my ass.”
“Want me to kiss them better?”
“You can do more than kiss them, any time you want.”
Viggo raised himself up on his elbows, “So, you want to tell me about your bad dream?”
“Do I have to?” Orlando squirmed, not entirely sure he wanted to tell Viggo he’d had a dream with Aragorn in it.
“You don’t have to, babe. But it might help if you did talk about it.” Viggo ran a gentle hand over Orlando’s sweat soaked curls, soothing and encouraging him.
“It was just stupid.”
“Tell me anyhow.”
“I was just running, in a forest. There were all these branches, and they kept grabbing at my clothes as I was running, and they tore them off me.”
“Sounds like my kind of dream…getting you naked.” Viggo leered.
“Stop it, wanker.” Orlando grinned and swatted Viggo on his arm. “It was scary.”
“So why were you running?”
“I don’t know…something was chasing me.”
“What?”
“I don’t bloody know! It was a dream! Are dreams supposed to make sense?” Orlando shifted; he didn’t want to be talking about this.
“Okay, so something was chasing you, and you were running, and there were trees tearing your clothes off…What else?”
“Um…Aragorn was there.” Orlando whispered, hoping Viggo wouldn’t hear.
“What was that? Speak up, babe. I didn’t catch that.” Viggo had heard, but he wanted Orlando to repeat it. He tried to hide his grin, perhaps his kinky lover might like to do some role playing in the near future.
Orlando pouted, “Fine. I said Aragorn was there, okay? Are you satisfied? Can I get up now?” Orlando pushed against Viggo’s chest, wanting to escape, not wanting to admit how hot Aragorn made him.
“Not yet.” Viggo settled himself more securely on top of Orlando, refusing to budge when Orlando pushed against him. “So what was Aragorn doing…in your dream?”
“Nothing.” Orlando spoke shortly.
“So he was just standing there, watching you run around with no clothes on? He’s a better man than me then. I would have at the very least had you in my arms so I could run my hands over your luscious skin.” Viggo grinned.
Orlando huffed, “Fine! I ran into him, okay…and he was holding me and trying to find out what I was afraid of. Are you happy now?”
“Getting there. Did you tell him what you were afraid of?”
“No.” Orlando looked away from his lover’s gaze. “You woke me up.”
“So do you want to tell ME what you’re afraid of?” Viggo gently turned Orlando’s face back towards him and pressed a soft kiss to the pouting lips.
“I…I don’t know, Vig” Orlando spoke softly. “I was looking out the window at the trees; they seem to be clawing at the sky with their bare branches; and I was looking at the poster too. I guess I fell asleep and they got kind of all mixed up in my head.”
“I can understand that.” Viggo’s calm words soothed Orlando’s agitation. “Is there something you’re afraid of, babe? Something you want to talk about?”
“I’m only afraid of losing you,” Orlando whispered. “If I ever lost you, I think I’d die.”
“You’ll never lose me, Orlando. I love you, baby. Don’t ever forget that I love you. You complete me. Without you, I’m only an empty shell.” Viggo pressed soft butterfly kisses over Orlando’s face as he spoke.
“Just hold me, Viggo. Never let me go, please.” Orlando whimpered, his body trembling with his fear of losing Viggo.
“Never my love.” Viggo shifted until he was lying beside Orlando and gathered the slender body into his arms. Holding him close he ran soothing caresses over Orlando’s back until the trembling ceased and Orlando’s breathing had steadied into slumber.
Pressing a light kiss to the top of Orlando’s head, Viggo whispered, “I’m yours forever, my darling gorgeous one.” Closing his eyes, he drifted off to sleep, his arms lovingly cradled around the man who meant the world to him.
The End
Rating: NC17
Author: liriel1810
Timeline: Set after the RHG Advent Calendar
Orlando sat on the couch in his room, saffron blanket pulled up around his chin. He snuggled further into the warmth and looked out the window at the frigid landscape. Snow lay heavy on the ground and the sky had that steely look that presaged more to come. The bare branches of the trees reached their skeletal fingers to the sky as though to claw rents in the clouds and release the snow.
Viggo was painting, again. He’d been overcome with inspiration at breakfast and with a quick peck to Orlando’s cheek, he’d gone into his studio and closeted himself inside. Orlando had paced around the house, trying to distract himself, but everything seemed to be pointless without Viggo to share it with him. It was stupid really; he was a grown man, he should be capable of finding something to do while his lover was busy. But all he wanted to do was be with Viggo, to wrap himself around Viggo and merge himself with him. Either that or get fucked so hard he’d feel it for a week.
It was 3pm, and the sky was darkening towards night already. Orlando had made some lunch, but he’d eaten alone. Viggo hadn’t emerged from his studio and with the door firmly closed, Orlando was hesitant to intrude.
Orlando lay back against the pillows he’d piled against the end of the couch. His gaze flicking between the clawing branches of the trees outside and the large ROTK poster on his wall as his eyes grew heavier and he sank unnoticed into slumber.
*~*
Orlando ran through the grasping branches, fear clutching at his heart. Each breath was torn from his throat as he ran faster. He needed to escape, from what, he didn’t know. But something was chasing him; something big, and scary, and mean. He whimpered as he ran. He needed Viggo. Viggo would save him. The skeletal branches of the trees clawed at his clothing as he ran, tearing them to shreds. Soon he was naked, running through the trees as the branches slapped against his bare skin, raising welts.
*~*
Orlando moaned in his sleep, moving restlessly on the couch. He shivered and pushed the blanket away with his hands, caught in the grip of the nightmare.
*~*
Looking behind him, Orlando ran into an immovable object; that nevertheless did move slightly, with a woof of escaped breath. Hands came up to hold him and he sobbed and thrashed, trying to escape.
“Easy. I mean you no harm. Be at peace, little one.”
Startled, Orlando looked up, into Viggo’s eyes, only it wasn’t Viggo. “Whaaa….Who…? Oh fuck!”
“Why are you running through Fangorn? Do you not know how dangerous it is in this living forest?”
“Uh, yeah…shit…Oh fuck” Orlando whimpered, left babbling as the knowledge that the person who held him was none other than Aragorn, hottest ranger/king ever and the man he’d wanked to more times than he could count, before he’d met Viggo.
“The forest means you no harm.”
“It’s…it’s not the forest.” Orlando whimpered and shivered in Aragorn’s grasp.
“Then what do you fear?” Aragorn took off his elven cloak and wrapped it around Orlando’s shivering frame.
“Something’s chasing me. Please don’t let it get me.” Orlando tried to move closer to the ranger. If he couldn’t have Viggo to save him, Aragorn would more than do. Aragorn would probably be better here anyhow, he really knew how to wield a sword.
“What is chasing you?” Aragorn raised his head and scanned the surrounding forest, looking for the menace that threatened the young man.
“I…I don’t know.” Orlando suddenly felt really stupid.
Aragorn looked at the embarrassed young man as he tried to hide his flushed face. “Perhaps it is only your fear that pursues you? Fangorn has a way of making people confront their fears; or flee from them to their detriment.”
Orlando looked up into the compassionate gaze of the man holding him. He wanted nothing more than to be held and comforted.
“What do you fear so much it has you running wildly through the forest?” Aragorn spoke gently, lightly caressing the cheek of the frightened young man, seeking to reassure.
*~*
Orlando moaned and thrashed in his sleep, trying to get the words out, to tell Aragorn what he was afraid of.
“Orlando! Orlando, talk to me, tell me what’s wrong, baby.”
With a gasp, Orlando opened his eyes and stared into the eyes of his lover. “V-v-viggo?” With a muffled cry, Orlando flung himself off the couch and into Viggo’s arms.
Viggo fell back flat on the plush carpet, Orlando on top of him, holding on to him for dear life, his face buried in Viggo’s neck.
“Hold me, Viggo, please.” Orlando trembled and pressed himself closer to Viggo.
“It’s okay, Orlando, I’ve got you. You’re safe now.” Viggo wrapped his arms around Orlando and stroked his back soothingly. “Do you want to tell me about it, babe?”
Orlando shook his head no, and murmured against Viggo’s neck, “Just want you to fuck me.”
Viggo grinned and ran his hands down Orlando’s back to cup his ass, his fingers teasing along the seam of Orlando’s pants. It couldn’t be too serious if Orlando would rather fuck. Orlando spread his legs so they rested on either side of Viggo and wiggled his ass against the feather-light touch. Viggo ran his hands further down the crease of Orlando’s ass until his fingers were pressing against Orlando’s hole through the layers of clothing. Orlando whimpered and pressed back against the fingers. His cock throbbed as he ground it against Viggo’s hardness.
Orlando sucked on Viggo’s neck as his hips undulated against Viggo’s. His mind barely registered the fact that Viggo’s hand was undoing his jeans and pushing them down; all he could feel was Viggo’s fingers, teasing against his hole, the light touch through the material of his jeans and boxers threatening to drive him insane. He released his hold on his lover’s neck and licked the beginning bruise gently before moving to claim Viggo’s lips in a devouring kiss.
Viggo stopped his teasing of Orlando’s ass as he moved his hands to push down the offending clothing, encouraging Orlando to raise his hips to ease the removal.
Orlando lifted his hips slightly, feeling Viggo’s hands sliding down his thighs as his jeans and boxers were removed together. He lowered his hips, rubbing his aching cock against the rough material of Viggo’s paint pants. He moaned at the delightful friction, he could almost come like this, just rubbing himself against Viggo.
Viggo’s hands came up to hold Orlando’s hips still. “Wait, babe. Just a minute.”
“Oh God, hurry Vig, I need you inside me.”
Viggo flipped Orlando so he lay on his back on the rug, sweater rucked up around his armpits, jeans around his knees. Viggo raised himself to his knees and stared at the body laid out before him, “God you’re beautiful.”
“Look later, Vig. Fuck now.” Orlando squirmed and shimmied as he kicked his pants the rest of the way off. If he didn’t get Viggo’s cock buried in his arse soon he was going to die, or scream, or….something!
Viggo moved quickly to the bookcase beneath the ROTK poster and grabbed the lube. With a grin and a quick salute to the poster of Aragorn, he turned back to his lover. The sight of Orlando lying naked on the rug, one hand tugging urgently at his erection caused him to drop the lube on the rug next to Orlando and quickly strip off his paint spattered clothing. Dropping to his knees, he batted Orlando’s hand away from his cock, replacing it with his mouth.
“Oh fuck, yeah.” Orlando breathed, “so good.”
Viggo removed his mouth from Orlando’s cock and looked into Orlando’s pleasure drenched face, “Don’t come.” He waited for Orlando’s nod before resuming his attention to the weeping cock bobbing in front of him.
He swirled his tongue over the tip, collecting the pre-cum there, swallowing happily. Moving his lips down, he took more of Orlando into his mouth, his hands gripped Orlando’s hips, preventing him from thrusting up into the teasing cavern. Viggo moved so he was between Orlando’s spread legs, his mouth continuing to pleasure and torment his lover’s beautiful cock. He pressed one finger against Orlando’s perineum, smiling around the hard cock in his mouth as Orlando whimpered and writhed under him.
“Oh, fuck! Vig, God…gonna come…so good…” Orlando whimpered and thrashed, feeling his orgasm building as Viggo sucked him and pressed one finger against him. “Need you….fuck…inside…Vig, please.”
Viggo removed his finger from its tormenting position, only to return moments later. He thrust the lube slicked finger deeply into Orlando’s passage and pressed his thumb against his perineum. Curling his finger, he stroked Orlando’s prostate from both sides, in time with his sucking on Orlando’s hard cock.
“Oh Jesus, fuck, Viggggooooo!!!” Orlando wailed as his orgasm crashed over him, only managing at the last moment to prevent his seed from spilling.
Viggo pulled his lips off Orlando’s steely shaft as he quickly lubed his own aching erection. Push Orlando’s legs up, he leaned over him, “Are you ready for me, babe?”
At the younger man’s nod, he quickly drew Orlando’s legs over his shoulders and thrust his hard member into the tight passage. He bent over and sucked on Orlando’s nipple, gently pulling on the stud.
“Oh yeah, oh fuck…harder, Vig…want to feel it in my throat.” Orlando moaned and thrust up against Viggo.
Viggo pounded into Orlando’s willing ass, his breath ragged as Orlando’s hot passage gripped him and pulled him in with every thrust. Sweat trickled down his hairline and dripped from his chin to Orlando’s chest. “Fuck, Orlando. So close….come with me, babe.”
“Oh…yeah….fuck….no…problem.” Orlando panted and thrust his ass harder against Viggo.
With one last hard thrust, Viggo was spilling his seed into Orlando. His body shuddered through his release. At the blissed out expression on Viggo’s face, Orlando let his tight grip on his control relax and wailed Viggo’s name as his orgasm washed over him, streamers of cum painted his and Viggo’s chests.
Orlando’s legs fell off Viggo’s shoulders as he lay bonelessly beneath his lover, trying to recover his breath. “Fuck. That was …”
“Yeah.” Viggo murmured, his face buried in Orlando’s neck. “You are…”
“Yeah…you too.” Orlando shifted slightly, “I think I have rug burns on my ass.”
“Want me to kiss them better?”
“You can do more than kiss them, any time you want.”
Viggo raised himself up on his elbows, “So, you want to tell me about your bad dream?”
“Do I have to?” Orlando squirmed, not entirely sure he wanted to tell Viggo he’d had a dream with Aragorn in it.
“You don’t have to, babe. But it might help if you did talk about it.” Viggo ran a gentle hand over Orlando’s sweat soaked curls, soothing and encouraging him.
“It was just stupid.”
“Tell me anyhow.”
“I was just running, in a forest. There were all these branches, and they kept grabbing at my clothes as I was running, and they tore them off me.”
“Sounds like my kind of dream…getting you naked.” Viggo leered.
“Stop it, wanker.” Orlando grinned and swatted Viggo on his arm. “It was scary.”
“So why were you running?”
“I don’t know…something was chasing me.”
“What?”
“I don’t bloody know! It was a dream! Are dreams supposed to make sense?” Orlando shifted; he didn’t want to be talking about this.
“Okay, so something was chasing you, and you were running, and there were trees tearing your clothes off…What else?”
“Um…Aragorn was there.” Orlando whispered, hoping Viggo wouldn’t hear.
“What was that? Speak up, babe. I didn’t catch that.” Viggo had heard, but he wanted Orlando to repeat it. He tried to hide his grin, perhaps his kinky lover might like to do some role playing in the near future.
Orlando pouted, “Fine. I said Aragorn was there, okay? Are you satisfied? Can I get up now?” Orlando pushed against Viggo’s chest, wanting to escape, not wanting to admit how hot Aragorn made him.
“Not yet.” Viggo settled himself more securely on top of Orlando, refusing to budge when Orlando pushed against him. “So what was Aragorn doing…in your dream?”
“Nothing.” Orlando spoke shortly.
“So he was just standing there, watching you run around with no clothes on? He’s a better man than me then. I would have at the very least had you in my arms so I could run my hands over your luscious skin.” Viggo grinned.
Orlando huffed, “Fine! I ran into him, okay…and he was holding me and trying to find out what I was afraid of. Are you happy now?”
“Getting there. Did you tell him what you were afraid of?”
“No.” Orlando looked away from his lover’s gaze. “You woke me up.”
“So do you want to tell ME what you’re afraid of?” Viggo gently turned Orlando’s face back towards him and pressed a soft kiss to the pouting lips.
“I…I don’t know, Vig” Orlando spoke softly. “I was looking out the window at the trees; they seem to be clawing at the sky with their bare branches; and I was looking at the poster too. I guess I fell asleep and they got kind of all mixed up in my head.”
“I can understand that.” Viggo’s calm words soothed Orlando’s agitation. “Is there something you’re afraid of, babe? Something you want to talk about?”
“I’m only afraid of losing you,” Orlando whispered. “If I ever lost you, I think I’d die.”
“You’ll never lose me, Orlando. I love you, baby. Don’t ever forget that I love you. You complete me. Without you, I’m only an empty shell.” Viggo pressed soft butterfly kisses over Orlando’s face as he spoke.
“Just hold me, Viggo. Never let me go, please.” Orlando whimpered, his body trembling with his fear of losing Viggo.
“Never my love.” Viggo shifted until he was lying beside Orlando and gathered the slender body into his arms. Holding him close he ran soothing caresses over Orlando’s back until the trembling ceased and Orlando’s breathing had steadied into slumber.
Pressing a light kiss to the top of Orlando’s head, Viggo whispered, “I’m yours forever, my darling gorgeous one.” Closing his eyes, he drifted off to sleep, his arms lovingly cradled around the man who meant the world to him.
The End