Quiet Heart
Part Three
Author: Kinkyhobbit
Pairing: EW/VM
Genre: RPS
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Shagging, hence the higher rating for this
part.
Disclaimer: I’m not responsible for these people, which is
probably good considering what I keep putting them through. Luckily for them, I
made it all up.
Summary: Elijah arrives in
These days turned out nothing like I had planned.
Powderfinger
Viggo wasn’t like
anyone else Elijah knew. He was quiet and reserved, almost shy, yet he revealed
so much through his poetry, painting and photographs. So much of his self was
laid out for everyone to see. It should have made him vulnerable, but it didn’t.
Elijah found that intriguing.
Sometimes Elijah felt
he had talked Viggo’s ear off when they were in
He spent the entire
plane trip to
Viggo met him at the
airport. The drive out to Viggo’s place was nice and Elijah had a funny feeling
of gradually leaving a world he knew and stepping into someone else’s. He liked
it.
Viggo’s cottage
overlooked the bigger house he was building. The cottage, like Viggo’s house in
LA, was full of his painting gear and smelt of paint and turpentine. There was
Henry’s room and a spare room where Elijah dumped his bag before exploring the
feel of the place. He trailed his fingers along the walls as he walked through,
enjoying the sound of his boots on the wooden floor, the orange-yellow light of
the sun in the rooms. It felt warm and welcoming.
And the silence.
Elijah walked out onto the back porch and stood with his eyes closed,
listening. The silence was beautiful.
He heard Viggo’s soft
tread on the wood behind him and smiled.
“How can you stand to ever
leave?”
Viggo shrugged. “I
know I’ll always come back,” he said matter-of-factly.
Elijah turned to look
at him, shielding his eyes from the sun, and Viggo snapped his picture. Elijah
brightly lit against a clean blue sky.
Elijah just shook his
head and grinned. Viggo sat in a nearby chair. When Elijah finally joined him
he said, “Do you think you’ve done the right thing, coming here?”
Elijah sighed. “I’m
not sure of anything I do anymore.”
“How’s Dom?”
“He’s not happy.”
They watched the trees
quietly for a moment.
“You have to decide
whether staying and trying to work things out, with the risk of not even being
friends at the end of it, is better than making a mutual decision now to split
and still have your friendship.”
Elijah glanced at him.
“That’s what you and Exene did?”
Viggo nodded.
Elijah sighed and bit
his lip. “Well…it may be out of my hands now anyway.”
“Why?”
“Dom said if I came
here he won’t be there when I get back.”
He could feel Viggo
staring at him but didn’t want to look up.
“Elijah…you call him
now, okay? Call him now.”
Elijah looked at
Viggo, fear on his face.
“I mean it,” said
Viggo, standing and tugging at Elijah’s jacket. “Call him now.”
He pulled Elijah
inside and steered him towards the phone.
It rang. And rang. The
answering machine picked up, and he listened right until the “beep” and then
quickly hung up. He hated that he was so afraid, but his hand had moved before
his brain could stop it.
“Any answer?”
Elijah shook his head.
Viggo got them some beers
and they went back out and sat on the porch.
“Do you think he
really will leave?”
“I don’t know,” Elijah
sighed. “He’s…he’s usually so fucking forgiving. I don’t want to give up,
Viggo, but…it’s different this time.”
Viggo nodded
thoughtfully. “You think he’s finally given up on you?”
“Yeah. He was pretty angry yesterday. He’s
been angry for weeks, we both have.”
“That’s not healthy.”
“No.”
They finished their
beers, watching dusk creep up from the horizon. The air took on an edge and
Elijah shivered.
Viggo stood up. “How
about some dinner?”
They went inside and
Elijah leant on the kitchen bench and watched as Viggo began pulling things
from cupboards. He cooked like he painted: making sure everything was there in
front of him, then looking at it as he worked out what to do with it.
“Pasta.”
Elijah smiled. “Okay.
Um…I might try phoning Dom again.”
“Sure.”
Viggo watched Elijah’s
face as he chewed his lip and waited on the phone.
No answer again, but this
time he didn’t hang up after the “beep”.
“Sblomie…it’s me,
look, I’m at Viggo’s and…call me, okay? Just so I know where you are. Call me.
Love you…if I don’t hear from you I’ll try to call again tomorrow.”
“Not there?” Viggo
said as he hung up.
“No.”
Elijah watched Viggo
in silence, trying not to worry about Dom. Trying to distract himself by
focusing on Viggo’s quick, deft hands and the flashing knife.
“I know nothing about
cooking.”
Viggo’s response was
instant. “Always buy the best olive oil you can afford, and never cook with a
wine you wouldn’t actually drink.”
Elijah laughed at him,
Viggo simply smiled.
They ate lounging on
the sofa, candles flickering orange on the coffee table, not talking much. Just
enjoying the food and the wine. They finished and Viggo opened another bottle.
“Do you want to try to
call him again?”
“Yeah, I suppose I
should.”
Elijah didn’t expect
it to answer this time either. He hung up when the answering machine kicked in,
his heart pounding in his chest.
He had no way of
knowing Dom was simply unconscious, all he knew was that Dom didn’t answer. His
fear did the rest. By the time he sat down again he was trembling slightly, and
he drained most of a full glass of wine in one go.
Viggo eyed him warily.
“What did he say?”
“Wasn’t there.” Elijah
stared at the table, at his empty glass. “He’s not there.”
“He might have gone
out.”
Elijah shook his head.
“He knew I was going to call. He usually waits for me to call. Always. He’d go out
tomorrow night, but tonight he’d stay.”
Viggo refilled
Elijah’s glass and leant back, watching him.
“You’ve taken him for
granted for too long.”
Elijah’s eyes filled
with tears. “He’s fucking gone.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I’ve already left a
message for him to call me. He hasn’t called and he won’t answer. If he was
there, he’d answer.”
Viggo moved closer and
put his arm around Elijah.
“He’s gone,” Elijah
mumbled softly against his chest.
Viggo sighed and
kissed the top of his head.
“Should have known.
It’s been so bad the last few months, we hardly talk. When we do we’re usually
fighting.”
“What about?”
“Little things. Stupid
things. Nothing that matters.”
Viggo said nothing and
just stroked his head. Elijah had to get it off his chest somehow. Needed to
tell someone. The wine was making it’s presence felt and he didn’t care
anymore.
“Fuck, I don’t know
why we’re still together. We just...it’s selfish, I suppose. Everything, even sex.
We just take what we want from each other. He fucked me in a car park a few
weeks ago and I still have gravel rash on my back. We’d been arguing and when
we got to the car he tripped me and just pushed me down onto the ground and did
it.”
He felt Viggo’s hand
stop it’s gentle stroking. Viggo pushed him back to look at him, shocked. “Why
didn’t you stop him?”
Elijah sighed. “Same
reason he didn’t stop me when I fucked him up against the door of our place
last week. It’s just need. It’s like I’m watching someone else do it.”
He closed his eyes and
shook his head, and when he looked up he was surprised to see so much hurt in
Viggo’s eyes. He almost wanted to comfort him.
“Elijah…”
Elijah felt suddenly
ashamed and stood up, taking a few unsteady steps, hugging himself, his back to
Viggo. “I can’t talk to anyone else about this.”
Neither of them spoke
for a long time. Eventually Elijah looked at Viggo, trying to read his face,
but Viggo wouldn’t look at him and that made him very afraid.
Viggo was half-sitting,
half-lying on the sofa. Elijah took a step back towards him and when Viggo
didn’t look up, Elijah knelt on the sofa and crawled into the space between his
legs to lie with his head on Viggo’s chest. Viggo lifted his hands and kept
them there, hovering awkwardly above Elijah, not touching him.
“There’s no one else I
can turn to. No one else I can talk to.”
Viggo let his hands
fall to touch Elijah’s shoulders, resting there, not wanting to do anything.
They slipped into that
drunk, sleepy zone together, holding each other. When Elijah finally looked up
Viggo kissed him gently and Elijah marvelled at how even a drunken kiss from
Viggo was different. Gentle, not hasty or rough. Elijah’s mouth was warm and
welcoming and Viggo’s own lips found it hard not to stay longer. Somehow he
managed.
They lay there
together and eventually dozed off. Viggo woke with a start and gently picked
Elijah up and carried him to bed.
Elijah stirred and
murmured softly when he felt Viggo’s hands pulling off his shoes. Viggo
undressed him and Elijah stirred again and reached out to him, whimpering,
clutching at his shirt.
Viggo couldn’t say no.
He let Elijah pull him down onto the bed, a small voice in his head telling him
it was okay to give in. He quickly undressed and pulled the sheet up over their
bodies, pulling Elijah close and holding him. Elijah settled back against him
and sighed as he drifted back to sleep.
Viggo watched his face
in the moonlight for a long, quiet moment.
“I could give you so much,”
he whispered, finally. “If only you’d let me.”
It was dark when they
woke. Elijah couldn’t be sure which of them woke first, all he could remember
was dreaming of kissing someone beautiful and waking to find it was real.
Strong arms held him,
hot skin beneath his fingers. He opened his eyes to see Viggo’s face close to
his, just as Viggo moved closer and gently kissed his cheek, warm lips brushing
down to his neck.
Maybe he was still
dreaming. Those soft lips met his own, hot tongue pushing gently into his
mouth, quickly becoming something more. He responded equally passionately and
by the time they stopped, they were both well awake and it was too late.
Viggo shifted, half
lying on top of him, gazing down at him. Elijah reached up to stroke Viggo’s
face, feeling the stubble under his trembling fingertips. Maybe…Viggo was what
he needed? Dom was gone…
It was slow and
gentle, both of them uncertain and afraid, but wanting. It was everything that
had been missing from sex with Dom for months. It was everything he needed and
he couldn’t hold back.
Viggo let his fingers
caress Elijah’s body as they kissed again, stroking in slow circles on his
stomach. Elijah whimpered softly at that touch, at the taste of Viggo’s mouth.
He slid his fingers through Viggo’s hair as that mouth found it’s way down the
side of his neck, making him shiver. Then he gasped, trembling, as Viggo’s
tongue traced lazy circles around his nipple.
Viggo’s tongue and
fingers touched him everywhere and explored every part of him, making him
writhe in slowly building waves. It had been so long since someone was gentle
with him and when Viggo’s hot, wet mouth finally found it’s way to his cock,
Elijah almost wanted to cry. He clenched his fists in the sheet beneath him and
fought the urge to come as Viggo slowly sucked him.
“Vig…Viggo, not
yet…wait…”
He pulled Viggo’s head
up and kissed him long and deep, muffling his own cry as Viggo’s fingers
suddenly slid inside him.
Viggo was bigger than
Dom. Taller, stronger, and his hands and arms were bigger. Those fingers filled
him, stretched him, and he choked back a sob when they withdrew.
“It’s allright,” Viggo
whispered. “It’s allright…”
Elijah eagerly lifted
and spread his legs. Viggo was careful, gentle, taking his time. When he was
just inside Elijah he leant down and kissed him, letting Elijah’s body adjust
before pushing deeper.
Elijah moaned softly
as Viggo relaxed into him, holding him tight, his head down on Elijah’s
shoulder. Elijah pushed up with is hips, panting, desperate, wanting more.
Viggo gasped softly, his breathing unsteady, matching Elijah’s almost inaudible
whimpers. Elijah clung to him tightly, fingers digging in to the skin of his
shoulders as Viggo thrust gently into him, sliding ever deeper until he was
locked in by Elijah’s body. He kept himself buried deep, moving only slightly,
but enough. Enough for both of them.
Everything stopped,
everything but their breathing and their bodies moving in a slow, building rhythm.
Elijah closed his eyes, letting Viggo take him, both holding each other so
tight it hurt.
Their tongues touched
briefly, hot and wet amidst their ragged breathing. It sparked a fire deep
inside Elijah. Another touch, another spark. He took Viggo’s face in his hands
and the touch turned to a deep, slow kiss, their mouths tuned to the rhythm of
their bodies. They tasted each other, breathed each other in, and the fire took
hold. Elijah kissed Viggo with everything he had, an agonised moan escaping into
Viggo’s mouth. Viggo responded by reaching down to lift Elijah’s hips off the
bed and thrust harder into him.
Elijah broke off their
kiss and bit Viggo’s shoulder, stifling his cry as he came. Viggo moaned, his
body tensing, shuddering as he fought to control it, fought to make it last
that little bit longer, but the feel of Elijah’s teeth on his shoulder broke
him. Elijah knew the exact moment Viggo gave in. He felt it deep inside him,
heard Viggo’s soft gasps in his ear.
Then they were both
still, the tension in their bodies melting away in a haze.
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