Thinking of You

 

Author:  Kinkyhobbit

Pairing:  OB/VM

Genre:  RPS

Rating:  M

Warnings:  very mild language.

Disclaimer:  I made it all up. As far as I know, this never ever happened.

Summary:  Viggo keeps his promise to have dinner with Orli.

Notes: exists in my own little AU as an epilogue to Quiet Heart.

 

 

 

“Orlando. Hi, it’s Viggo.”

 

Orli smiled. “Hello there. How are you?”

 

“Well, back in LA for a few weeks, and I vaguely remember something about dinner.”

 

“That would be me asking you if you wanted to have dinner next time you were in LA.”

 

“That would be it.”

 

“Yeah. So, what are you doing tomorrow night?”

 

Viggo chuckled. “You don’t waste time, do you?”

 

“No point, mate,” Orli replied, trying not to feel like a nervous teenager. “Would another night be better?”

 

“No no, tomorrow’s fine. Anywhere in particular you wanted to go?”

 

“Know a nice little restaurant where you can stay the night if you drink too much.”

 

“Oh yeah? Where’s that?”

 

“My place.”

 

Viggo laughed again. “So what did you have in mind?”

 

“I’ve got a fabulous lasagne recipe?” he offered.

 

“Hmm, sounds good to me.”

 

“Great. About six?”

 

“Yeah, sure. I’ll bring some wine if you like.”

 

“Definitely.”

 

“Okay. I’ll see you then.”

 

Orlando put down the phone and took a deep breath. He wanted to smack himself in the head. Surely there was such a thing as too casual? He wasn’t going to get far if Viggo didn’t start picking up signals, and Viggo couldn’t pick them up if he didn’t put them out in the first place.

 

He looked around his kitchen and sighed. Lasagne. Couldn’t possibly fuck that up. That’s what made it so fabulous. He reached across the bench and grabbed a notepad and pen, and made a shopping list.

 

 

It had all gone perfectly. Lasagne: done. Salad: done. Garlic bread…he’d thought about it, but decided to play it safe, just in case. So, no garlic bread.

 

He was sitting on the sofa breathing deeply and trying to calm down when Viggo knocked on his door.

 

He opened the door and smiled. “Hi.”

 

Viggo smiled and held out his arms. “Good to see you, Orlando.”

 

Orli hugged him tight and held on just a tiny, little bit longer than he usually might have.

 

“Wonderful to see you, Vig.”

 

He let go and Viggo handed him the wine.

 

“Ooh, nice. I’ll open it now?”

 

Viggo nodded and followed him to the kitchen, taking off his coat and leaning on the bench while Orli opened the bottle.

 

“Smells good.”

 

Orli smiled again. He knew he was going to be doing a lot of that tonight. “Yes, it does. It should be ready in about half an hour.”

 

He poured the wine and they went and sat on the sofa.

 

“Cheers,” he said, raising his glass.

 

Viggo did the same, took a sip, then put the glass down and fumbled in the pocket of his coat.

 

“I’ve got a present for you,” he said.

 

“Really?”

 

“Yes, here it is.” He handed Orli a small, thin rectangle enclosed in a simple paper bag from a bookstore.

 

“Bet it’s a bottle of wine,” Orli said cheekily.

 

“No, it’s a book.”

 

“I know, I was just being silly.”

 

“I know, so was I.”

 

Orli laughed as he opened the bag and took the book out.

 

“The Mapmaker’s Dream,” he read aloud from the cover.

 

“It’s a nice book,” Viggo said simply. “Thought you might like it.”

 

Orli looked at him and met his gaze. “Thanks Viggo,” he said softly.

 

“You’re welcome,” replied Viggo, picking up his wine. “It’s…it’s just to say thank you.”

 

“For what?” asked Orli, puzzled.

 

“Well…when you called just after Elijah had left, just to see how I was…you cheered me up. It meant a lot to me.”

 

Orli blushed and looked away, using it as an excuse to flick through the book. “Just…wanted to make sure you were okay,” he mumbled.

 

“Yeah, I know, but you didn’t have to.”

 

“I was thinking of you. I wanted to.”

 

“I know.”

 

He glanced at Viggo and was rewarded with a smile. He laughed softly and looked away again, desperately wishing he could stop blushing. He could feel the heat on his cheeks and hoped to God Viggo didn’t notice.

 

“Why are you blushing, Orli?”

 

Damn. He shrugged. “It’s just…this is really sweet.”

 

Viggo laughed at him. “It’s just a book,” he said dismissively.

 

“No, no, it’s…thanks,” he managed finally. “Um…I’ll just check on the lasagne.”

 

He escaped to the kitchen and took another deep breath. Oh fuck, this was such a bad idea. Then again, he did bring me a present.

 

He gave the lasagne a poke with a fork and returned to the loungeroom.

 

“So how was Australia?” asked Viggo.

 

“Great. Loved it. Nice to be home, though.”

 

“How do you think the film will turn out?”

 

“Well…I think it went well,” he nodded. “It will be interesting to see what happens when it comes out.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Because, it’s not like a western, though they’ll market it that way, and it’s not like a gangster film either. But it’s got elements of those things.”

 

“It was filmed near where their last fight happened or something, wasn’t it? Did you go there?”

 

“Glenrowan, yeah. We visited for a day. It wasn’t spooky or anything, it’s just a tourist town now. Pity really.”

 

“Happens, I suppose.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

The buzzer on the oven went and Viggo grinned at him. “That’ll be my lasagne.”

 

“Whose?” asked Orli, eyebrows raised as he stood up. “Come on, you can help me.”

 

“What do I do?”

 

“Salad’s in the fridge.”

 

They chatted some more about Orli’s new film and Viggo’s latest project. When dinner was taken care of they found themselves in the loungeroom again, finishing off the wine.

 

“Shall I open another?” asked Orli.

 

“Have you got another?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Okay,” grinned Viggo, lying back on the sofa with a sigh. “This is nice.”

 

“What?”

 

“Sofa. Wine. Nice.”

 

Orli opened the second bottle, biting his lip and resisting the urge to say something like ‘what about me?’. He brought the bottle in and Viggo patted his leg as he walked past.

 

“Seen Elijah and Dom?” asked Viggo.

 

Orli had wondered when that topic would come up. “Yeah, they’re great. Haven’t had a chance to see much of them since I got back. Probably next week.”

 

Viggo said nothing and Orli glanced at him. “They’ll be glad to see you, too.”

 

Viggo sighed. “I have to call Dom.”

 

Orli moved closer, sitting so his arm touched Viggo’s. “It’ll be okay,” he said softly. “They love you to bits, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

 

Viggo smiled and put his arm around Orli’s shoulders. “I’m okay,” he said. “Just a little nervous.”

 

“I know that feeling.”

 

Viggo laughed. “Sure you do.”

 

Orli laid his head on Viggo’s shoulder. “I do,” he said softly.

 

They sat in silence for a little while, watching Viggo’s fingers turning the glass in his hand.

 

“I probably should have told him I wouldn’t be much help,” said Viggo eventually. “That I’d only confuse things more.”

 

“You weren’t to know it would turn out that way,” replied Orli. “It’s hard not to love our little hobbit boy.”

 

Viggo laughed. “Yeah, it is.”

 

He got up and wandered into the kitchen. Orli watched him go and realised this was probably a good moment to do something. Anything. He followed Viggo, his hands fidgeting on the benchtop as he watched Viggo pour himself a glass of water.

 

Now or never, he said to himself. He walked up behind Viggo and put his arms around him.

 

For a moment, nothing happened. Viggo didn’t push him away, or ask him what he was doing. That was good. But he didn’t do anything else either, and Orli wasn’t so sure about that. He squeezed gently and sighed, resting his chin on Viggo’s shoulder.

 

Nothing. Then he felt Viggo’s warm hands cover his own, and he smiled. They stood there in silence, Viggo’s fingers gently stroking his hand.

 

Then Viggo shifted and Orli let go and stepped back, a big step back, like he was suddenly afraid of what he’d done. Viggo turned around, placing the glass on the sink and pulling Orli close again, returning the hug, holding him tight. Orli relaxed against him, arms sliding around his waist again. They stood there for a long time, eyes closed, hands moving slightly, caressing gently. Viggo reached up and let his fingers play in Orli’s hair, smiling at the soft sigh drawn from Orli by his touch.

 

Orli was in heaven and was too terrified to move. He felt as if they were under a spell, and letting go of Viggo would break it. So he just held on. He felt Viggo kiss the side of his head and suppressed a gasp, fingers clutching at Viggo’s shirt.

 

“Hey.”

 

Orli swallowed. “Yeah.”

 

“You okay?”

 

Orli chuckled softly. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

 

Viggo let him go and Orli took the hint, letting go too, stepping back, feeling awkward. Viggo brushed past him into the loungeroom, topping up their glasses. Orli lurked near the kitchen as Viggo returned, holding out his glass to him. Without a word Viggo smiled, raised his glass and drank, his eyes never leaving Orli’s.

 

Orli looked away nervously. Viggo leaned on the bench and Orli could feel his eyes on him. He looked up and Viggo just met his gaze and smiled at him. Orli knew it was going to be okay, he just didn’t know how to start.

 

Then Viggo held out his hand. Orli blinked and smiled, then took it, letting Viggo lead him back to the sofa. He slid down beside Viggo, still not sure what to do next.

 

“Is there something you want to ask me?”

 

Orli chewed his lip and looked up, realising what Viggo meant. He nervously scratched the side of his nose and looked down again, blushing, a grin creeping across his face.

 

“Yeah.”

 

Viggo smiled at him. “So ask it.”

 

Orli looked at him again, holding his gaze. He swallowed nervously and leaned in closer, turning his head and brushing his lips across Viggo’s cheek, breathing his desire gently into Viggo’s ear. He heard Viggo sigh softly, felt a warm hand on his thigh, and he found himself climbing into Viggo’s lap, sitting astride him and gently taking his face in his hands.

 

Viggo opened his eyes and Orli swallowed and licked his lips. Viggo watched him do it, looking back up at his eyes, and Orli couldn’t resist any longer. He pressed his lips to Viggo’s in a long, gentle kiss.

 

When they parted he rested his forehead against Viggo’s, still trembling slightly.

 

“Stay,” he whispered.

 

Viggo reached up and gently lifted his chin, leaning forward to lightly kiss the hollow of his throat. Orli held his breath, his hands shaking. When he looked down Viggo was smiling.

 

“Yes.”

 

Orli smiled and Viggo kissed him, tongue gently teasing his lips apart, seeking, exploring. Orli moaned softly as Viggo’s hands slid over his thighs and up over his back.

 

“I’ll do anything you want,” Orli breathed. “Anything.”

 

“Same here.”

 

Orli stopped and looked at Viggo’s smile. “You knew before you even got here, didn’t you?”

 

Viggo’s smile got broader and he looked away, laughing softly. “Yes.”

 

“When?”

 

“When we spoke yesterday.”

 

Orli laughed. “And you weren’t going to say anything?”

 

Viggo shook his head.

 

“Why?”

 

Viggo smiled. “I was happy to wait.”

 

Orli faltered, not sure what to say.

 

Viggo reached up and gently caressed his neck. “I knew you wanted to ask, and…to finally ask and be rewarded with a ‘yes’...it’s a wonderful feeling. I didn’t want to deny you that.”

 

Orli stared at him. “You’re a beautiful man.”

 

Viggo shook his head and looked away.

 

Orli grasped his chin and made Viggo face him. “Yes,” he said softly, kissing him. “You are.”

 

Viggo lay down on the sofa, pulling Orli down with him. Orli laid his head against Viggo’s arm and Viggo held onto him, gently kissing the back of his neck.

 

“This is nice,” murmured Orli softly, closing his eyes, letting himself be held.

 

Viggo stroked his arm. “Your bed might be more comfortable.”

 

“Yeah,” sighed Orli. “But I don’t know if I want to move from here.”

 

Viggo laughed at him. Orli entwined his fingers with Viggo’s and sighed.

 

“Oh Vig…”

 

He felt Viggo kiss his shoulder. “You’re special to me, Orli,” he whispered.

 

Orli smiled. “And you to me.”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

His heart wasn’t pounding madly anymore, or bouncing around inside his chest like it wanted to get out. He could feel Viggo’s chest rising and falling against his back, and Viggo’s gentle, warm hands stroking and calming him. He sighed and realised he’d been trembling and tense. Viggo kissed his neck and gave him a gentle squeeze, and it dawned on him that they could easily fall asleep here.

 

“Viggo.”

 

“Hm?”

 

“Do you…are you…okay? Here?”

 

“Yeah. You want to move?”

 

“Not really.”

 

“It’s okay. We have plenty of time.”

 

Orli smiled. “Yeah, we do.”

 

 

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