Jay Linden

SPN Fic: Farewell my Concubine

jay.linden@gmail.com — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 08:13:21 GMT

Farewell my Concubine
by: jay_linden
Characters: Sam and Dean (gen)
Rating/Warnings: G. I don't even think there's hardly any swearing... I'm a little shocked my own self
Spoilers: Nothing past Houses of the Holy.
Disclaimer: Despite living six hours from where SPN films, I own nothing. Not mine, never will be.
Summary: What kind of sick bastard goes through an entire roll of quarters in one afternoon on 'Magic Fingers'?
Word count: ~ 782

"Sam-"

"Shut up."

"Look, if you-"

"Shut. Up."

"It's your own fault, you know."

"For the love of God, would you shut the hell up?"

Sick Day (AKA: Vicky takes a vacation) - Karl/Viggo

jay.linden@gmail.com — Sun, 31 Dec 2006 17:02:06 GMT

Title: Sick Day (AKA: Vicky takes a vacation)
Authors: linden_jay & darknight999
Fandom: LotR
Rating: Adult
Pairing: VM/KU - With a cameo by Dennis and Vicky Hopper
Disclaimer: Like we really know anything, about anybody... Lies, all lies!! No harm meant!!
Summary: Dennis is sick. No, not like that. Okay... exactly like that.

Takes place in the Tattoo Series Universe.
Sometime after Special Recipe and Poolside Trauma.

Karl's leg bounces as he sits in the back seat of the taxi. He drums his fingers on his knee and shifts slightly, huffing before speaking, "you go any faster?"

"Yeah, if I want to get a ticket. Hold your horses, we'll be there in a bit."

Hold my horses.... That's the problem, I've been holding my own horse - for six bloody weeks. Karl thinks with an internal grumble. Viggo filming in London and me traipsing back and forth to Canada. He shifts again as the mere thought of his lover and mate makes his already stiff cock throb and he dry swallows. He'd already tried to call when his flight landed, but the battery on his mobile had gone out earlier that morning and his charger was packed. He drums his fingers harder.

Finally at the house, Karl jumps out of the car and shoves money at the driver as he grabs bags and stumble runs toward the door. He considers undoing his jeans as he runs, the only thing that stops him is the bags he's currently clutching in his arms and since he has a few presents for Viggo he doesn't want to just throw them down in the yard. He figures it'll be at least a day, maybe two before they surface once he gets to Viggo and he's not sure the neighbors wouldn't steal the suitcases.

Reaching the door, he almost cries when it's snatched open and he whimpers at the sight of his beautiful Viggo. Tossing the bags inside as he crosses the threshold, Karl grabs Viggo and slams him into the foyer wall, one hand scrabbling for buttons and zippers and shirt hems as he kisses him, plundering his mouth and groaning with need.

Viggo writhes back against Karl as he's put into the wall, trying to speak, even though the words are completely lost in the kiss. His hands move to Karl's, grabbing at them and holding on... or trying to at least.

"Schtop.." Karl mumbles, frowning as he kisses harder and tries to get loose from Viggo's hands and find naked, quickly. "Horny, need, oh fuck.. need." He mutters mumbles into Viggo's mouth.

"Karl, I-" Viggo's words are cut off by another kiss, his body rocking up against Karl's once again as Karl's hands get free for a moment and start moving over him. "Need to tell-"

"Yeah yeah, love you too.. need - dick - yours - now.." Karl says, chest burning with the need to breathe as he finally pulls back and gulps air, eyes dark. "Need to tell you I love you too.."

"No, no, I think he's trying to say he needs to tell you that you two have company," Dennis says with a smile, rocking on his toes and staring up at the men from a few inches away.

Karl screams and jumps, doing a decent impression of a little girl seeing a large spider. "What!?"

Viggo just about falls as Karl jumps, his head jerking back against the wall with a resounding 'thunk'. "Karl...Dennis is here," he says wryly, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his head.

"Why? Why?" Karl looks between the two mouth opening and closing. "What?"

Dennis squints at Karl and then looks at Viggo. "He looks bad, bit pale. He may be sick too." He snugs the blanket tighter around him.

"What?" Karl stammers.

"Karl's not sick, Dennis. You're not sick, Dennis." The faint thread of impatience in Viggo's voice indicates that this is something he might have repeated a time or twenty. "I tried to call your cell," he says, going back to Karl again.

"My throat feels scratchy," Dennis says in a whine and then peers at Karl again. "I'm trying to not get sick. Vicky is sick, I came here to not get sick."

Karl blinks between the two and then settles on looking at Viggo. "Dead. Mobile. Dead." He clears his throat, desperately wishing that his brain would engage, but knowing that it would probably require at least some of the blood currently still in his cock to begin to circulate again. "Dennis," he starts in a patient voice. "I've not seen Viggo in a while..."

"Well if the tonsil swabbing was any indication, you missed him." Dennis glances down. "Your fly is open."

"Eyes up, Dennis," Viggo says, his tone sounding patient, if a little forced. Shifting so he's blocking the front of Karl's pants, his eyes dart down quickly to see if Karl'd gotten his pants lowered or if he was safe. "Here," he says, reaching into his pocket and holding something out to Dennis. "You can have another lozenge. Go watch TV," he orders.
"I liked the strawberry ones better," Dennis whines and takes the lozenge as he moves toward the living room.

Karl looks at Viggo. "How long?"

"He just showed up on the doorstep with an overnight bag and a note from Vicky," Viggo leans back against the wall again, sighing as his head hits the wall, slower this time. "I swear, I don't know if she's actually sick or just wanted him out of the house."

"Was the note pinned to his shirt with a ten dollar bill?" Karl asks in a hard huffed laugh. "Fuck," he murmurs and then looks at Viggo. "She's not sick. She's wanting a vacation from the crazy assed bloody bastard." Karl squints toward the living room as the sound of things being blown up rises from the television. He turns back to Viggo and his expression softens. "Christ I missed you."

"She's got him convinced that she's highly contagious and just needs rest, and he's gone all hypochondriac, convinced he's got it or can stave it off if he tries hard enough. I've had to hide the vitamin C from him after I caught him taking his sixth chewable tablet in succession," Viggo sighs one more time, then steps forward, wrapping his arms around Karl's waist. "I missed you... I did try to call so at least you'd have some warning."

Nuzzling into Viggo's neck, Karl pulls him close, the smell of the man making him weak. "God.." he whispers.

"Is there any more juice?" Dennis yells from the other room.

Karl groans. "We could drug him."

"He's Dennis-Fucking-Hopper, Karl... just due to the amount of drugs he did in the sixties alone, you'd need a handful of elephant tranquilizers and a stun gun just to get him drowsy," Viggo hisses back. "If there is, it's in the fridge," he calls over his shoulder to Dennis.

"It'd be worth it," Karl says against the warm skin of Viggo’s throat and licks up it, cock jumping at the taste. "Can we go to a hotel?"

Dennis coughs, though it sounds surprisingly like a laugh. "I'm feeling a bit dizzy. Can you get it?"

Ignoring Dennis for the moment, Viggo groans, pulling Karl in a little tighter. "Karl, I love you. I can't even find words to describe how much... but I am not leaving that man alone in our house, especially when he thinks he's got... whatever it is Vicky told him she's got. I know I'm not about to win any neatness awards, but the last time he got into things, I had to call two different cleaning services. Because the first one stepped into the kitchen, and walked back out the door."

"I hate Vicky," Karl hisses, eyes squinted. "I will guarantee she's laid up in bed watching movies, eating take out and drinking red wine." He takes a breath and then breathes warm against Viggo's lips. "We can - be quiet...."

Right now, Viggo isn't terribly fond of either Vicky or Dennis, a feeling that's not lessening any, the more he feels Karl's breath against his lips, his cock pressing up against his hip. It's been a long six weeks. "Have we ever been quiet in our lives?" he murmurs back, trailing his mouth across Karl's cheek, teeth tugging gently at his ear.

"Uunngh, I.. bloody fuck," Karl pulls back, eyes dark and jaw tight. His next words are gritted out through clenched teeth. "You can fuck me. Don't even have to flip me for it." He leans in, the words a damp puff of breath against Viggo's ear. "I'll get on my hands and knees and let you fuck me - hard.."

"What are you...ew," Dennis says, nose wrinkled up and blanket dragging behind him. "You two aren't through rubbing about yet? Karl your pants are still undone." Dennis smiles wide.

Viggo's fingers dig in, hanging on tightly to Karl, less for any romantic reason, and more to keep Karl from lunging at Dennis and trying to kill him. "Dennis..." he warns, turning his head to the side and glaring at his ... friend.

"What? They are." Dennis coughs and looks at the men. "I'm ordering pizza. You two in?"

Karl concentrates on breathing, eyes narrowed. "No, thank you," he says in an evenly modulated voice and then turns to Viggo. "Hard." He repeats and considers going next door to the neighbors and asking to borrow a gun.

"You can get pizza, but you can't get your own juice?" Viggo mutters under his breath, not letting go of Karl. "Karl, it's been a long trip... I'm sure you're tired. Why don't you go upstairs and rest," he suggests. "I'm sure Dennis can keep himself busy."

"Yeah, uh - tired." Karl glares at Dennis. "Feel better if I don't see you before you leave."

"Vic said she'd call when she was feeling better. Might be a while." Dennis cackles and Karl's jaw tightens. "Come upstairs and let me show you what I brought you Vig?" He asks and reaches for the bag at his feet.

"I've got it," Viggo says, picking the bag up himself and trying not to shudder at the all-too-familiar cackle.

Karl starts toward the stairs and then grabs at his pants as they slide down. Raising his chin in the most dignified manner he can, he stomps up the stairs.

Still laughing, Dennis wanders back to the living room to find the phone and order Pizza Hut.

"He sets my kitchen on fire..." Viggo narrows his eyes and watches Dennis go into the living room, then turns back and takes the stairs two at a time, following after Karl. Tossing his bag (more or less gently) onto the floor as he strides into the bedroom, he walks straight over and into Karl's arms, his hands moving up through Karl's hair as he pulls him into a deep kiss.

Moaning a low needy sound, Karl bucks against Viggo, pressing tighter as he opens to the kiss. Quitting my career, staying home, and never leaving.. The thoughts trail through his lust addled mind as he begins to tug and pull at his clothes.

This time, Viggo doesn't even come close to trying to stop Karl, sliding his fingers in underneath his lover's shirt and tugging it up over his head, his fingers raking over his body as soon as he's got access. "I missed you," he breathes.

"Bloody fuck I missed you," Karl breathes out as he lifts his legs, stepping in place to rid himself of his pants. "Lube? Lube. Where do we keep the lube?" He looks around wildly, chuckling.

"It hasn't been that long," Viggo says, worn jeans slipping down to the floor only moments after Karl's. "Bedside table, chest at the bottom of the bed, between the pillows..." he trails off, stalking after Karl and smoothing his hands over his ass, pulling him in close.

"Bathroom drawer, hall closet, kitchen pantry," Karl laughs out in a breathless voice and turns to scramble onto the bed, knees spread and back arched. He moans, long hair hanging down around his face as he looks over his shoulder. "It's been forever.."

"Absolutely forever," Viggo agrees, his voice dropping to a rasp as he crawls up on the bed behind Karl, bottle of lube already in his hand. "I should have come with you... wish I'd been able to."

"I'm going to quit, go to work down on Pacific at the Burger King." Karl huffs and pushes back, moaning with the need to feel Viggo.

"Do you have any fast food experience? I don't know if you're qualified for that job," Viggo chuckles, slicking his fingers and teasing them gently over his entrance before starting a slow, deliberate push inside.

"I - oh god - I'd look good in - oh god - one of those little paper hats," Karl moans and spreads his legs further. "Enough, c'mon, c'mon. I'll - fuck - I'll sit in ice later, fuck me now!"

Viggo wants to protest, wants to drag this out some more, (and more than that, he'd like to actually be able to fuck Karl again later, instead of the whole sitting on ice thing) but his cock just has other ideas. He holds out just long enough to get the bare minimum of prep accomplished, grabbing the lube again with his free hand and liberally slicking his cock. Barely a breath after he drags his fingers away, he's moving right in behind Karl and starting to press inside him, gasping as he feels Karl's body tensing around him.

"Ah fuck," Karl says, gulping a breath and hanging his head down. He breathes in quick pants, forcing his body to accept Viggo as he rocks back.

"Double sausage and mushrooms good with you two!" Dennis hollers up the stairs.

Growling low under his breath, Viggo closes his eyes and ignores Dennis until he's buried inside Karl. "Get whatever you want, Dennis," he hollers over his shoulder, doing his best to keep his voice measured. "Remember... he has weapons, Karl, and some idiot trained him how to use them."

"Ham maybe," Dennis calls back and then falls silent.

Karl shakes his head. "He's - in - insane." The words slide and hitch into a groan as Viggo enters him. He feels the man's heartbeat inside of him and whimpers. "Fuck - fuck him - but fuck me now!"

Insane... tell me something I don't know, I've known him a lot longer than you. Viggo's not interested in wasting any more breath on Dennis right now though, so the thought stays unvoiced. Leaning forward, he plants a kiss against Karl's shoulder blade, linking their fingers together as he starts to thrust forward, picking up speed and intensity quickly.

Karl meets every thrust, grunting with the jolts as Viggo moves in and over him. "Oh fuck yeah - oh.." He stammers, trembling.

Tightening his grip on Karl's hands, Viggo presses as close to Karl as he can, not wanting to be any farther from him than he absolutely has to be. He pants for breath, lips moving over his shoulders and the nape of his neck, fighting a losing battle to hold out as long as possible.

The heat pooling in his groin makes Karl whimper and rock back harder. "Fuck - need.. oh..." He pulls their clasped hands under him, reaching for his throbbing cock.

Keeping his fingers laced with Karl's, Viggo closes their hands around Karl's cock, strokes quickly matching the pace of their bodies. "Karl... God, Karl, please... I need to feel you," he gasps, barely holding on.

Nodding and bucking, Karl huffs and grunts, feeling his orgasm start to build and claw into him. "Oh.. fuck fuck.."

"You want thick or thi.. Jesus CHRIST!" Dennis screams out from the open doorway.

Okay--Dennis Hopper, screaming from the doorway--really not a turn on. But it's also a distraction, and Viggo needed pretty much all the focus he had to keep holding on for as long as he had, which means he's coming now, Dennis in the doorway or not. Letting out a yell, his hand tightens even more on Karl's cock as he pulses and comes, spilling deep inside his lover.

"My eyes!" Dennis squeals.

"What the fuck.. oh god - fuck," Karl tries to process that fact that Dennis is yelping and running in place in the 'god damn who left the door open' doorway as his orgasm rips through him and he twist tugs his cock, coming in hard shudders.

Viggo's still gasping for breath when he whips his head around to stare at Dennis, eyes narrowing dangerously. "What the hell are you doing?" he demands.

"You - um - the door was open! I was.." Dennis suddenly grins. "Hey," he points. "Karl's turn, huh? Way to take it like a man, Karl!"

It's only by the grace of god and the fact of Viggo's cock impaling him that Karl doesn't lunge off of the bed and beat Dennis to a pulp once and for all, and the pesky problem of him being a really decent guy when he's not watching them fuck. "You watched us fuck!?" Karl practically screams.

"No! I just - I - do you want thick or thin crust?" Dennis says.

"Dennis! What part of 'get whatever you want' is currently unclear?" Viggo says, his hands moving to rest on Karl's hips in lieu of his own.

"Fine! I'm ordering double cheese!" Dennis says and snatches at the blanket, turning and stomping down the hallway.

"Now we really have to move..." Karl mutters.

"How long do you think he stood there for?" Viggo's still staring over at the doorframe looking shocked.

"Viggo," Karl says patiently. "This is the same man that watched, and I might add - AND taped a commentary over a tape of us fucking..."

Shaking his head and groaning, Viggo very carefully pulls out of Karl and flops down onto his back, covering his eyes with his forearm. "Son of a bitch..." he mutters, trailing off.

"Yeah, he is, but what?" Karl rolls, scooting a bit to get away from the wet spot as he lays his head against Viggo's sweat damp skin.

"Not him... well, yes him, but..." dragging his arm down and away from his face, Viggo sighs and looks over at Karl. "Now I really want some pizza."

Karl lifts his head and looks at his lover. "Oh fuck, you're as bloody insane as he is! It IS catching!" He snorts out a chuckle that turns into a full on gale of laughter.

Meanwhile a few miles away...

"Brian, you cheeky little monkey," Vicky Hopper says to the television and grins as she pours another glass of exmobileent merlot. Taking a sip she leans and studies the box of chocolates before choosing a hazelnut truffle and sitting back with a happy sigh. As the next episode of "Queer as Folk" - UK edition starts up she aims the remote and turns the volume up.

She glances at the stack of DVD's and calculates a second before smiling. "I think, I've got enough to keep me sick for two, maybe three days," she murmurs, snickering and sipping her wine.

Special Recipe - Karl/Viggo

jay.linden@gmail.com — Thu, 10 Aug 2006 10:01:53 GMT

Title: Special Recipe
Authors: linden_jay & darknight999
Fandom: LotR
Rating: Adult
Pairing: VM/KU - With a cameo by Dennis and Vicky Hopper
Disclaimer: Like we really know anything, about anybody... Lies, all lies!! No harm meant!!
Summary: Cooking and stuff...

AN: This was written in honor of Dennis Hopper's birthday, which was May 17th.

Takes place in the Tattoo Series Universe. Sometime after Poolside Trauma.

"Okay." Karl says, chewing his lip and staring at the piece of paper. "This is the recipe that Vicky emailed." He glances up at Viggo and then at the ingredients sitting on the counter. "I think I got everything. I forgot the fucking figs and had to go back. She says it's his favorite, his grandmama made it." He looks back at his lover. "Vig, who the fuck was Lady Baltimore?"

"I don't know," Viggo says thoughtfully, getting up and looking over Karl's shoulder at the recipe, accidentally pressing up against him. "I suppose it's possible that Lady Baltimore is Dennis's grandmama."

Karl snorts. "I ain't calling Dennis 'Lord Hopper'." He exhales and shifts against Viggo before stepping away. "Cake first, fuck later."

"Crazy bastard'd either get off on it or be horrified," Viggo grins, watching Karl walk away. "Fine, have it your way. I can help," he says, rolling up his paint-covered sleeves.

"I love you pretty much more than -well anything -but.." Karl turns and looks at Viggo appraisingly. "When was the last time you bathed?"

"I had a shower this morning," Viggo says, lazily indignant. "And then went and worked out in the garden... and then painted for awhile..."

"Uh huh." Karl squints at the man and then chuckles when he feels his cock twitch as he thinks about Viggo in the shower. He shakes his head and hands the man the printed out recipe. "You read it for me."

Viggo sighs, taking the recipe from Karl and grabbing his hand, pulling him up close and murmuring against his lips. "You need a white cake first. In three layers, eight inch round. Do you have a white cake, Karl?"

"I got eight inches, does that count?" Karl smiles and dips his head to kiss Viggo's neck.

"I don't know... I think I'm going to need to see some proof of that before I believe you," Viggo murmurs, tilting his head to give Karl better access. "I'm not sure that kind of eight inches is in Lady Baltimore's recipe either."

"That must have been why she was such a lady then." Karl snickers, mouthing the warm neck. "Proof huh?" He reaches and pulls Viggo's hand to rub against the bulge of his erection, before blinking and pulling away. "Wait, we need to do this Baltimore person first."

"I'm really not all that very interested in the Baltimore person right now, Karl," Viggo points out, adjusting his pants quickly. "I think we should just give up, bring Dennis a six pack of beer and glue candles to the top of it." He pauses a moment. "Vicky'd kick our asses, wouldn't she?"

"Not mine." Karl says, shaking his head. "I'd fake a brain injury and swear it was all your idea. That little red-headed woman scares the shite out of me." He shudders. "C'mon now, we're grown, intelligent men. We can do this. And I got a mix for the cake part, so that's just adding water and oil and eggs. Easy!"

"You'd sell me down the river to Vicky? And here I thought you loved me," Viggo grouses, dropping down into a chair, which is about the only way he's going to keep from touching Karl right now. "Fine, fine, go ahead. Eggs, water, oil, cake."

When Viggo slouches in the chair, Karl licks his lips and considers dropping to his knees and burying his face in the man's crotch. He clears his throat and blinks. "Yeah yeah, cake."

Some spills, two broke eggs, a few minor squabbles over licking the spoon, lost by Karl gibbering a bit as soon as he saw Viggo's tongue and the cake was in the oven.

"Alright, the filling gets made while that cooks." Karl says, eyeing Viggo and trying to shift his stance to alleviate the pressure in his groin.

Viggo ignores the look Karl's giving him for the moment, brow furrowed as he looks at the recipe. "Are you sure she isn't just messing with us giving us this? This is complicated stuff here... stirring boiling sugar... I don't know."

Moving to read the recipe, Karl tilts his head. "How the hell do we know when it gets to 234 degrees? Kind of bloody specific innit?" He asks and squints at the recipe. "You sure she isn't still mad about you getting Dennis pissed on those rum and sugar drinks and sending him home last week?"

"Me! You were the one who fed him chili first," Viggo reaches around and gives Karl a gentle swat across the ass. "Don't try to weasel out of that one, Urban- you're just as responsible as I am."

Karl jumps, snorting out a laugh. "Yeah, he said he was hosing off the driveway for an hour that next day." He shakes his head, highly amused. "Okay, so boil this shite and then whip some egg whites and combine them. Easy. Kind of like a heavy meringue." He nods and starts pulling some bowls down.

There's a joke there to be made about meringue, or egg whites, but Viggo's not quite that crass. In theory. Right now, he's just enjoying being distracted by Karl reaching up and getting things out of the cupboard, murmuring softly under his breath and letting his hand drift over the front of his pants. "Nice... just keep doing that, and I'll entertain myself."

Karl peeks at Viggo from under his upraised arm. "You can't wank in the kitchen! It's not sanitary! And it's damned distracting, you mad bastard." Karl says, eyes going impossibly darker as he stalks to the chair and places his hands on the back of it, tipping Viggo before kissing him. "See?" He questions as he stands up, adjusting himself.

Viggo licks his lips and tilts his head to the side, grinning maddeningly. "I can't see how it's not sanitary- you're going to be way over there cooking, and I'm way over here at the table. It's impressive that you think I've got that kind of distance, but it's just not the case. Besides, you know I love it when you get domestic," he adds, pressing his hand down against his cock again and letting out a groan that a porn star would call dirty.

"I hate you." Karl says and moves back to the counter. He turns and watches Viggo a second, a low growl building in his throat before he smirks. "Fine, you want domestic. Wait." He holds up a finger and stomps from the room. Five minutes later he returns, naked except for a dainty yellow cloth tied around his waist.

His hand stills as he leans forward, head tilting even further. "What in... is that the table cloth from the table in the guest room?" he says, utterly baffled. "You're completely insane."

"It's my apron." Karl curtseys and then yelps, jumping forward as his bare ass hits the cold metal of the refrigerator.

Viggo starts to laugh as Karl jumps back from the fridge, slipping out of the chair and onto the floor, tears welling up in his eyes he's laughing so hard.

Karl narrows his eyes and then starts to laugh. Moving to his damn-near hysterical lover, Karl snatches his apron off and tosses it across the room. "My arse is cold. Wanna rub it and warm it up?" He asks, waggling his eyebrows.

"This is... this is like bad porn on an epic scale," Viggo gasps out, his hand coming up to wipe away tears. Kneeling up, he grabs Karl's hand and draws him closer; letting both his hands wander over Karl's ass. "Did the mean fridge get you, Karl?" he murmurs, looking up... kind of sympathetically.

"Baum bau bau baum - chica ba bau!" Karl hums out in his best porn music imitation. His laugh slides into a groan as he feels Viggo's hands on him. "We haven't fucked in the kitchen - um - today."

"If you can remember when the last time was, I'll let you fuck me," Viggo promises, digging his fingers in tight and sliding his lips over the head of Karl's cock.

"Week from Tuesday." Karl says, groaning. "After - fuck - afternoon. We - god - had to hurry 'cause the game was starting."

Viggo's lips slide back up again, releasing Karl's cock with a moist pop. "Very good, Karl. My ass is yours, pick a location."

"Stand. Lean on the counter. Fuck yeah." Karl scrambles up and opens the drawer, scrabbling before coming up with lube. "Bingo!"

Viggo moves smoothly to his feet, well-worn jeans hitting the floor, his shirt coming off moments later. Kicking his jeans aside, he goes over to the nearest counter, resting his forearms against it and looking over his shoulder with a grin.

Karl laughs. "Cocky bastard." He says and slicks his cock and fingers, moving to Viggo and slides his hand down his cleft, finger pressing gently into him. The other hand rubs at the wide back, scratching lightly and rubbing the warm skin. He leans in, finger slipping in and out, stretching and opening.

"I'm not cocky- just-" Viggo cuts off with a hiss, spreading his legs a little wider, granting further access. "Just know what you like," he finishes, his head dropping forward with a soft moan.

"Yeah, you do." Karl says and adds a second finger. He groans out, a harsh rusty sound as he finally pulls his fingers out and grips the base of his cock, pressing the thick dark head to Viggo's pucker and pressing inward. "You - it's just you I like, always."

"Just... just like?" Viggo manages to tease, pressing back against Karl as his lover sinks deep inside him.

"Yeah - just.." Karl gasps and quickly pulls out, shoving up and in. "Ah, I love you - fucking crazy about you." He laughs as he moves in the man, hands going around Viggo, fingers finding the hard buds of nipples and rubbing them.

"Ngggh!" Viggo cries out, shoving back hard as Karl pushes in, gasping for breath as he works his nipples. "Love you too- more, Karl, please?"

"Yeah, hell yeah." Karl pulls Viggo up to him, back tight against his chest as he thrust up into the tight warmth. He kisses the strong wide shoulder, sucking at the tender skin.

Viggo's hands move to brace himself against the counter, fingers tightening almost painfully as Karl moves inside him. Words slip away into meaningless babble, Karl's name, pleas and promises all blending over each other as his body moves closer towards release.

"My Viggo, mine, mine." Karl mumbles, hips slamming harder and harder, making stuttery little jabs as he feels the tighten coil. He slides his hand down, long fingers wrapping around a cock that he knows as well as his own and stroking.

He nods, lips mouthing out the word 'yours', but not quite managing to make the word audible. He groans as Karl's fingers lace around his cock, fucking his hand a few times before a hoarse cry breaks free, pulsing over his hand.

"Yes!" Karl cries out as the clench slam of Viggo's orgasm ruches through him. He thrusts, shoving hard and coming, laying his forehead against Viggo's back, breath a ragged gulp.

A last cry and Viggo relaxes again, sagging against the counter, his body slicked over with sweat. "God... fuck, Karl," he murmurs, reaching one hand back to smooth against his leg. "Perfect."

"Always." Karl gulps. "Always perfect." He gently pulls out, leaning to kiss Viggo's shoulder, hand touching, patting rubbing.

"Mmm... definitely." Viggo sighs happily, shifting around and wrapping his arms around him. "Uh... Karl?"

"Yeah, Vig?" Karl murmurs, kissing Viggo's sweaty neck, licking at it and humming.

"You smell something burning?"

"Burning?"

"Yeah... I don't know, just something..." Viggo frowns, lifting his head and looking around the room.

"Burn.. motherfucker cunt bastard! FUCK!" Karl roars and turns, snatching the oven open. "Fuck!"

"Oh shit!" Viggo yells out, dashing across the room and getting Karl's 'apron', waving it wildly at the smoke billowing out of the oven. "Goddamned Dennis!"

"Don't tip it." Karl says, reaching to straighten the bakery box. "We don't need to dump the damn thing on the front walk."

"Don't start with me," Viggo mutters back, fighting the urge to elbow Karl in the ribs. "I don't know why I have to carry the damned thing- it certainly isn't my fault it burned."

"Of course not. You and your arse had nothing to do with it." Karl grumps and knocks on the door, turning the knob and opening it. "Vicky!" He calls.

"Hey- you were the one who decided you couldn't hold back at the sight of me," Viggo hisses, getting a dig into Karl's ribs before he moves in ahead of him.

"Viggo!" Dennis yells. "It's my birthday. Give us a kiss."

Vicky rolls her eyes. "Hi boys." She walks and brushes a kiss across Karl's cheek, patting Viggo. "The birthday boy's bombed."

"And how exactly is that different than any other day?" Viggo laughs, rolling his eyes in echo of Vicky's, ignoring Dennis for the moment. "Here... not exactly what we promised, but it's the right kind of cake anyway," he says, offering her the box.

"Cake?" Dennis asks.

Vicky takes the box and frowns at the men. "What happened? Didn't you get my email?" She asks, pinning Karl with a fierce look. "This is a bakery cake? I specifically sent you his great grand what ever the hell's recipe so you could make a home made cake."

"Uh, it was Vig's fault." He says and points to his lover.

Viggo's foot presses down on Karl's, hard even as he smiles apologetically at Vicky. "We had a few difficulties with the recipe."

"Difficulties? Boil, beat, mix." She says, hands on hips. "What's so difficult?"

"Fucker." Karl hisses and pulls away from Viggo, trying to smile at the red headed woman. "Um.."

"Viggo." Dennis says, squinting at his friend. "You didn't fuck on my cake did you?"

"Do I look covered in cake to you, Dennis?" Viggo faces Dennis, his hands on his hips. Besides, strictly speaking, they didn't fuck on the cake. Just in it's proximity while it burned to a crisp. Thank god for the fire extinguisher Karl had insisted on putting in the kitchen after the ramen noodles incident.

"Well, I'm sure I don't want to see the parts that would be. 'Course anyone with a DVD player already has." Dennis snorts out a laugh and reaches for the cake box.

"Didn't I get you that for your last birthday, Dennis? Ready for a repeat viewing?" Viggo smirks at Dennis.

"It went missing." Dennis says and then glances at Vicky when she clears her throat, tiny smile on her face. "Anyone want a drink?" She says, eyes twinkling as she turns and heads to the kitchen.

Karl blinks. "Um.. Yeah, I'll take one."

Viggo blinks twice. "Make mine a double."

Dennis watches her go and then looks at Karl and Viggo, and blinks. "You know - I'm just gonna take my non-fucked on cake out by the pool. 'Cause it's my birthday and there's things I just don't want to think about." He turns and walks away, cackling. "You boys do remember where the pool is, don't you?"

Lady Baltimore Cake

Cake:
1/2 cup butter
1 1/2 cups sugar
1 cup water
3 cups flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
4 egg whites, stiffly beaten
1 teaspoon vanilla

Frosting and Filling:
1 1/2 cups sugar
2/3 cup water
2 teaspoons light corn syrup
2 egg whites
1/8 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon vanilla
1/4 cup chopped pecans
1/4 cup chopped figs
1/4 cup raisins
1/4 cup candied cherries
1/4 cup candied pineapple

Cake:
In mixing bowl with electric mixer, cream butter and sugar; add the water gradually, then add flour and baking powder. Fold in stiffly beaten egg whites and vanilla. Bake in 3 buttered and floured cake pans in a 375° oven. (Cake from mix may be used)

Frosting and Filling:
Combine sugar, flour, and corn syrup in a saucepan; cook, stirring, over low heat until sugar is dissolved.

Bring to a boil and boil to 240°. Meanwhile, when syrup reaches about 234°, beat egg whites until stiff peaks form; add salt. Remove syrup from heat when 240° is reached and immediately pour a very thin stream over stiffly beaten egg whites and salt, beating constantly. Add vanilla. Continue beating until frosting cools and is of spreading consistency, about 10 minutes.

Add chopped fruits and nuts to about 1/3 of the frosting mixture and use as filling between layers. Frost top and sides of cake with remaining frosting.

Home - Craig/Viggo

jay.linden@gmail.com — Fri, 28 Jul 2006 13:09:49 GMT

Title: Home
Author: linden_jay and darknight999
Fandom: LotR
Rating: PG
Pairing: VM/CP
Disclaimer: Lies, non-profitable lies at that…All fiction.
Summary: Viggo, it's Craig and I need you to talk me off a proverbial ledge.

Takes place right after this fic, which was written for bijouatweb.

This one is dedicated to all of our Craig-babies who love us no matter what we do to the poor bastard. We love you too- and this one's for you.

It is speculated that all of the cosmos is nothing more
Than a loosely grouped cluster of molecules
That are held together by the tentative mutual attraction
Of our individual matter

Craig paces, flipping his phone open and closed a few times. He stops and stares at the screen before scrolling through a few names and hitting the dial button.

Viggo's rasping voice starts speaking instantly, as soon as the phone clicks on after the first ring. "When do you know your name when.. no one listens to you? The rain sings on the tin roof plates, the dreams of yesterday, every drop stopped by the kitchen roof where I dream with the cat on my lap. " A shrill "BEEP" follows.

A moment of silence and then Craig snorts. "Jesus Viggo." He says. "It's Craig and I need you to talk me off a proverbial ledge. Call me."

There's a slight fumble as the phone is lifted off the cradle and clicked on, Viggo clearing his throat before speaking. "Craig?"

"Hey. Screening, huh?" Craig asks, smiling. "The fangirls tracked you down?"

"Change fangirls to hobbits plus one elf, and you've got it," Viggo yawns, stretching out on the couch, then frowning and sitting up, moving the paintbrush off the couch and letting it drop to the floor, then laying out again. "They've been making prank calls for three days now."

Craig laughs, shaking his head. "I think they'll still be doing that when they're forty. So, you got a minute?"

"For you, Craig, I have a minute in multiples. What's going on?"

"God, how fourteen year-old girl am I going to sound?" Craig mumbles and then takes a breath. "David left me, and I want to go to London and either beg him to come back or punch Bean in the nose and I'm not sure why I want to do either because I'm not sure I'm that upset about it and that is what makes me a bit - queasy."

Viggo blinks, surprised at first to hear that David had left Craig, then suddenly much less so when Craig mentions wanting to punch out Bean. They really thought they were fooling everyone. Likely because for the most part, they were. "I really am sorry to hear it, Craig," Viggo says, sympathy, and not pity resonating in his voice. "Take a few more deep breaths... maybe get yourself a glass of water, then come talk to me."

Craig tucks the phone between his ear and shoulder and walks into the kitchen to pour a cup of tea. "He never lied to me about anything. David is a seriously honest man, to a bloody fault."

"And you're kind of wishing he had lied, huh?"

"Yeah." Craig chuckles, a dry serious sound. "I knew he was - trying to - I don't know, get over maybe, Sean when he and I got together. But I thought it was just, something he would, grow out of." The chuckle this time slides into a sigh.

"Did you know that they'd... I don't even know what to call it, really," Viggo furrows his brow. "They certainly weren't going out. Just kind of 'with' each other. What happened?"

"I don't know." Craig says piteously. "They had a thing according to David. It ended, not badly, just ran out of time and place." He carries his tea into the living room and sits. "And then at the Premiere, I don't know, David says they were together again. He was so dreadfully honest about it. He told me he needed a few days to think about it and then he came to me and said he needed to see, see if there was something there. So he jumped a plane."

Viggo's shaking his head by the end of it, rubbing the heel of his hand against his forehead. "Dreadfully honest has its place and all... I'm sure he meant well, but it really wasn't necessary," he sighs. "When did he leave?"

"Yesterday." Craig says. "It's taken me twenty-four hours to stop walking around going 'buh buh'." He chuckles. "God, I sound daft."

"No... you sound lost. And hurt. Probably a little pissed too." Viggo sits up, switching ears on the phone. "So when you say they got together in London... you don't mean for coffee, do you?"

"No." Craig says, shaking his head. "David said that he needed to know, to see if they still - fit. Guess they did."

Viggo checks an angry sigh, blinking in surprise at the surge of protectiveness and, well, anger that swells up in him. "It's not a reflection on you, Craig. Nothing you did or didn't do," he says, his voice gentle.

"I'm trying to believe that. And I know that I shouldn't dump this on you. I just needed to talk." Craig's tone lightens. "How have you been anyway?"

"Well, other than prank calls from the younger set..." Viggo trails off, laughing softly, "I'm good, Craig. You don't have to apologize."

"Thanks. It's just - I wasn't counting on David being forever, now that I think about it. It was nice though." Craig sighs.

"Why weren't you thinking that he'd be forever?" Viggo asks, raising an eyebrow at himself as he identified the 'oh so casual' tone in his voice. What the hell is that about?

"I - just - it wasn't." Craig laughs. "It was great. But it wasn't..."

"Craig- really, you've got to finish your sentences, because as good as I am at making up the rest of the story..." Viggo lets his own sentence trail off as he gets up off the couch, heading for the kitchen.

Craig laughs. "Okay, Okay." He sighs, still smiling. "I could tell that it wasn't forever. That he wasn't - home. Bloody hell, how twee does that sound?"

"You never really stopped looking for it, did you?" Viggo murmurs as he searches through the fridge, not quite realizing that he's speaking out loud.

"No." Craig says and rubs the bridge of his nose. "I just - that feeling of - this being someone you could just be with; talk to and hang out with and laugh with, and everything else too."

"Do you think it's really out there, or do you think that everyone just circles. Never quite lining up, the right person, the right time. Constantly looping," Viggo murmurs, pulling a bottle of water out of the fridge and twisting the cap off.

"I gotta believe it exists." Craig says and sits down, stretching his legs out. "Maybe the key is recognizing it - them."

"Them? You're looking for pluralities now, Craig? And I thought that was just Karl, Orlando and Harry," he muses, taking a long sip from the bottle of water.

Craig laughs. "No, I'll leave that to the experts. Just one. Just one person that I know wants me, just only me." He sighs and picks at a seam on the couch. "What about you?"

"I haven't really thought about it that much." Liar.

"Happy being footloose and fancy free, huh?" Craig asks. "Guess it's a good thing. I think maybe...."

"No, not really. I think somewhere along the way I've just turned into an eccentric and cynical old man."

"Viggo, you were always eccentric, that's nothing new - that or the cynicism. But you aren't old, you're distinguished." He laughs.

"Actually, yeah... I'm not sure I was all that much different when I was twenty," Viggo admits, chuckling at that. "And distinguished? You're just asking for it now, aren't you?"

Craig laughs, scooting down on the couch and laying his head back. "I had forgotten how easy it was to talk to you - or rather to listen to you." He chuckles.

"This is a pretty expensive phone call just to listen to me talk at you. I thought you were calling because you needed to talk," Viggo smiles.

"Ah well, I can mope around here and listen to myself whine anytime."

"Well, don't do that then. Call and whine to me. Anytime." The sincerity in Viggo's voice is obvious.

And this theory is the foundation
Upon which you and I have built our entire existence,
But when I cradle your head to my chest
And listen to the deep slow cadence of your breathing
And I feel the heat of you against my skin

"You're a good man Mr. Mortensen." Craig smiles. "But then I knew that back in Wellington." His voice is softer.

Viggo's smile softens. "That was -" he's not even sure what the right word for it is. Fun? Great? "special."

"Special?" Craig chuckles. "Yeah, it kind of was. I - uh - yeah."

"Why didn't..." Viggo shakes his head. "No. Sorry, forget it."

"What? C'mon, what?"

"Why was it only once?"

Craig chews his lip a second before answering. "I - I thought that's all you wanted."

"Why?" Viggo's voice goes impossibly soft.

"Christ, you could have had anyone. You're amazing." Craig says, leaning into the phone against his ear.

"What the... how does that explain anything?" Viggo's sounding confused now. "I could have anyone, so how does that translate to me not wanting you?"

"I - me? But - yeah?"

"Yeah. But I didn't think you..." Viggo sighs. "I shouldn't be telling you this now."

I know that if all of these speculations
Were proven to be false
And all of creation was to suddenly wink
Out of existence

"Viggo, you aren't telling me anything now." Craig chuckles. "You aren't talking. What? Please." He says in a quiet voice.

"I didn't think it was what you wanted." I didn't think I was what you wanted. "I thought you wanted Dave.”

"So did I." Craig says and then laughs. "Ah shite, Viggo."

"You thought you wanted Dave, or you thought I... all right, now I'm just confusing myself."

Craig continued to laugh. "I think I'm an idiot. I wasted - a lot of - things, time." He sighs, still chuckling. "Thanks Vig, I feel better I guess. I hope Dave and Sean have a great life. I'm glad they found each other again."

"Well, I'm glad I've gotten you off that proverbial ledge you were talking about," Viggo says, smiling softly, glad to hear Craig laugh. "All about timing, I suppose. The right time, place, person."

Craig listens to the rumble of Viggo's voice and feels a warmth in his chest. He holds the phone close. "Right person." He says softly.

"Right time," Viggo adds, his voice quiet. "And right place."

"Right." Craig says barely above a whisper. "It - it was right, wasn't it?"

There's a long pause on the other end of the phone. "Yes."

"Yes." Craig repeats, a soft smile on his face.

"Yes," Viggo echoes, looking distant for a moment as he stares across the room, then coming back to himself, a smile turning up the corners of his mouth. "Craig?"

"Yeah Vig?"

"Come home."

"Okay." Craig says and feels the hard thud of his heart in his chest. "I - Viggo, I -."

"I know." He smiles wider, even though Craig can't see it. "I know. I'll be here waiting."

The only thing to remain
Would be you and I
And the steady rhythm
Of our hearts beating as one.

Baby can I hold you? - Sean/David

jay.linden@gmail.com — Fri, 21 Apr 2006 00:00:19 GMT

Title: Baby can I hold you?
Author: linden_jay and darknight999
Fandom: LotR
Rating: Adult
Pairing: SB/DW
Disclaimer: Lies, non-profitable lies at that... All fiction.
Summary: He's gotten so used to this, the slow, hazy feeling of waking up with Sean's hands and lips moving over his body, his arrival in David's bed so perfectly timed each night you could set your watch by it.

bijouatweb asked for a songfic for Tracy Chapman's Baby can I hold you. Jess and I were seriously in need of a bunny. This gave us one. We hope Bijou likes the fic and we thank her for the inspiration!

Sorry
Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like sorry like sorry

The Two Towers Premiere

Sean looks around as one hobbit jumps on another one and they barely miss tumbling to the ground. He shakes his head and waves as they whoop and call his name. Tugging at his jacket he stands a bit straighter and scans the crowd, trying to appear nonchalant.

"You know it's a lost cause," a softly accented voice comes from behind him. "They'll get you sooner or later, and any time straightening up is going to be time totally wasted."

A soft chuckle rises up and Sean feels a funny flutter in his chest that, any other time he might associate with a good footy win or a bad cut of meat, but here and now he knows it is only one thing. "David." He says and turns. "Hello." He quickly takes in the sight of the other man. "Ai, they'll get me, but I'll at least make them work for it. How are you?" He asks, smiling.

"No, you wouldn't want to make it easy on them, would you," David smiles, laughing softly. "I'm good. I can't quite believe I'm here, honestly. Was the premiere for Fellowship like this?" he asks, looking around at the crowds of people.

"Even worse. The boys' handlers hadn't quite taught them the fine art of restraint yet." Sean says and then smiles as Orlando runs past chasing Dominic with a toy sword. "Like now." He stops talking and fidgets, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets.

"Yeah... that was money well spent," David snorts, shaking his head and laughing. "You look good, Sean. How've you been?"

"Good." Sean says. "I - uh - I've missed you." His voice drops and it's takes an effort not to shuffle his feet.

"I missed you too," David says, a brief flickering frown crossing his face before he smiles again. "I was always sorry we lost touch."

"I - I shouldn't have..."...let you go. "Life gets busy. Maybe we can have lunch tomorrow, before we leave?"

"I'd like that. We're not flying home until the day after, so that should work out fine," David nods, smiling a bit wider.

"We?" Sean asks, head cocked.

"Yeah... I'm flying back with Craig." David tilts his head in mirror to Sean's. "You didn't know?"

"Know?" Sean repeats, suddenly sure that speech used to come easier than this.

David looks around, making sure no one's in earshot. "About me and Craig," he says, his voice soft.

"Oh - uh - no." Sean says, frowning and then smiling at the other man. "Uh - so - tha's good. Craig - he's a good bloke. Steady and all. You and Craig, huh?"

"Yeah," David says, catching the frown on Sean's face, and not buying the smile. "Yeah, me and Craig. For a bit now."

"Good. Yeah, good. Congratulations." Sean says and then looks across the room. "Ah well, I see a dwarf trying to get my attention."

"Right... of course," David nods, still not sure what to make of the look on Sean's face. "Lunch tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah, lunch. I'll see you then." Sean flashes a smile and claps David on the back and moves away, heading across the room, face set and smile grim.

"See you then," David repeats, frowning at the deja vu, certain they've had almost this same conversation before. When he left.

The next afternoon, Sean smoothes at his trousers and straightens the napkin in his lap. Taking a sip of his water he glances toward the restaurant door.

It's about five more minutes before David shows up, easily finding Sean in the crowded restaurant. He smiles across the room, heading over to him and taking the seat opposite. "I looked for you a few times last night, but you were always on the move it seemed."

"Well, there were so many people to see." Sean says, smiling. "I'm glad you could make it - to lunch."

"So am I. It really has been too long, Sean." David grins back at him, then focuses on his menu, taking very little time to decide.

"Way too long." Sean murmurs.

David closes the menu and looks up. "You never called me back."

Forgive me
Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like forgive me forgive me

During the filming of the Lord of the Rings movies - The dark of night

Sean slips the keycard into the door and opens it slowly. Moving quietly across the room, he smiles as David gives a small snore. Leaning onto the bed, Sean presses a kiss to the man's bare shoulder, hand going to brush back a soft lock of hair.

David's sleeping, but lightly, murmuring softly at the first touch of Sean's hand.

"Mmm." Sean smiles and stretches out next to the warm body. He reaches and nuzzles into his neck, nose smelling the sleep scent of him as he kisses the tender skin at David's ear.

He's gotten so used to this, the slow, hazy feeling of waking up with Sean's hands and lips moving over his body, his arrival in David's bed so perfectly timed each night you could set your watch by it.

Pushing the covers back, Sean pulls his sweats down and lifts one leg, sliding it across David's legs, rubbing and humming deep in his chest at the drag shift of skin. He rubs his wide hand over the broad back, fingers kneading into tight muscle.

He moans softly this time, relaxing even more than he already is- if that's even possible- and pushing back against Sean, his head going back, hair brushing just against his shoulder.

"Hello." Sean rumbles out as his hand moves to brush along David's crease, the soft skin warm as he lightly rubs the pucker. Kissing David's shoulder again, he rolls up and opens the nightstand drawer, pulling out a condom and the half empty bottle of lube.

"Mmm... hi," David murmurs back, his voice just a whispered breath. He shifts his legs a bit wider, already anticipating what's coming.

Sean rolls onto his back and makes quick work of the condom and lube. He smears his fingers and as he rolls back, kneeling up, he presses one gently into David. "Yesss." He sighs out, moving it and opening the man for him.

David groans in response, the slow almost sleepy pace exactly what he wants. What he needs. He relaxes around Sean's finger, his body rocking forward slowly with each press of his finger.

Crooking up and rubbing, Sean adds a second finger, scissoring them for a minute before he pulls them free. "Lift up luv." He pats David's hip lightly.

Still purring softly, David shifts up and into position, his hips staying in slight but constant motion. "Please?" he whispers, his head hanging down slightly, breathing faster.

"Yeah." Sean purrs and lays one hand on David's back, the other guiding his cock to the man's slick and open entrance. Pushing, he feels the tight squeeze and then give of the ring of muscle as he slips inside. Grunting, Sean stops and then rocks forward, beginning a slow steady movement.

"Oh god," David breathes, his fingers fisting gently at the sheets as he rocks back, counter to each gentle thrust from Sean. He moans again, tensing and releasing around Sean's cock, just enjoying the feel of him as they move.

As Sean moves in David, he thinks that this warmth, this feeling of fitting is the most perfect thing he's ever known. Thrusting, slow and steady, the only sounds in the room are the slight moans and grunts, the brush and press of flesh. After a while, as the heat coil tightens in his belly, Sean slides a hand around David's hip and down the stroke his cock.

Timing. With Sean, timing always seems to be everything- always coming in the door at the same time every night. Always knowing the exact moment that he needs him to touch him, right before he needs to ask for it. He groans deep in his chest, one hard thrust into his hand before he settles back into the steady pace again, cock slick and hard.

Widening his stance, knees opening, Sean thrusts harder, hips making stuttery motions as the rhythm takes on a desperate momentum. "Ai, yes." He breathes out, head hanging down and hair sweat damp as he moans louder. "Come on now, that's it." He mumbles as the tension pools in his groin.

"Yes... oh god, please, yes," David nearly whimpers, managing only another few strokes before he tenses and comes, pulsing hard over Sean's hand with a soft cry.

Grunting, Sean stills as he feels his release wash through him. He shakes, hips finally slowing and stopping as he gasps, dragging air into his lungs. "God." Sean stammers, carefully pulling out. He pats David's back, rubbing at the warm sweaty skin. Leaning back, he removes the condom and grabs a handful of tissue, handing them to David. Sean tumbles a bit, laying back, arm over his eyes and smile on his face.

"Ta," David says, his voice rough as he takes the tissues and tidies up quickly, tossing them in the bin and moving to curl up against Sean, his head pillowed against his shoulder. A soft kiss and he's already drifting, his arm snugged tightly across Sean's chest.

"Mmhm." Sean says, sleep taking him.

The sky's barely showing any gray when Sean stands and pulls on his sweats. He leans and kisses David's cheek, smiling softly as he leaves, heading back to his room.

During the filming of the Lord of the Rings movies - The light of day

"Oh no ya don't." Sean growls and swats at Dominic as he leans across the table and makes a grab for his roll. "Get on with you now. There's not a one of you I can't put over my knee." He says and laughs as the hobbits tumble over themselves toward Bernard and the box of cookies he's opening. "Like wee monkeys." Sean grumbles and spears a wedge of potato.

"Gonna put me over your knee then?" a familiar voice comes from his left, a hand on his right slipping over Sean's plate to steal the roll that Dominic had been after a few moments ago.

"I'm not entirely sure he's up to it, David... he's a bit old, you know," Viggo says, plunking down beside Sean and taking a bite of the roll, grinning at him as David takes a seat across from them both.

"M'not old." Sean sniffs. "I'm - experienced." He says, pleased smile and he nods. "Yes, that's it."

"Viggoooo." A voice whines from across the tent. "Was it your idea to make us stay half the damned night tonight to get a moonlight scene?"

Sean laughs and looks up at David, wrinkles around his eyes.

"Does that sound like something I would do, Dominic?" Viggo calls back, not even looking up from his bun.

"Yes, you mad bastard." Comes the reply from another table.

Sean snickers. "Viggo, it appears you aren't popular today."

"You're mistaken. I assure you, I'm very well beloved," Viggo says, reaching for Sean's drink and taking a sip. David just shakes his head at the both of them and laughs.

"Uh huh. Is that why you walked around with purple socks for a week?" Sean asks, eyebrow raised.

Viggo's eyes narrow. "I will find out who did that. Believe me."

"It was a group effort, I'm sure, so what does it matter?" David laughs. "Just be glad they weren't on your feet at the time," he points out.

Sean snorts. "Or get ya drunk and paint your arse blue." He says and leans in. "I heard poor Billy got a rash from it."

"Well, some of the stuff they've got in those blue dyes..." David trails off.

"Experience speaking?" Sean asks, trying to contain a smile.

"I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you, and our noses just match up so nicely on camera with that whole sibling thing," David grins back at Sean.

"Yeah, me lil brother." Sean says and holds back a chuckle at the image that conjures. He returns David's smile and then winks.

"Uh, David- you might want to-" Viggo cuts off as a bun bounces off the back of David's head. "Duck," he finishes. "If it makes you feel any better, I think they were aiming for Sean," he adds helpfully, picking the bun up and getting up from the table. "Be right back," he says, grinning evilly and looking over to the table the bun had come from.

"Monkeys I tell ya. I swear I saw Elijah picking ticks off of Orlando yesterday." Sean shakes his head laughing as a squeal and screech is heard from across the room. "If our king has his way and we stay out for the moonlight shot, it'll be very late when we get back tonight." He says, voice suddenly pitched low.

"Of course," David says, his voice low, casual. He looks across the room and laughs. "It seems like the king is outnumbered. Feel like lending him a hand?"

"For Gondor?" Sean asks, laughing and standing.

"For Gondor," David nods firmly, grinning back at Sean before hollering out "TO THE KING!"

But you can say baby
Baby can I hold you tonight
Maybe if I told you the right words
At the right time you'd be mine

The day after The Two Towers Premiere

Sean looks at David, he can feel the seconds spiral out. Finally he lowers his eyes to the tabletop. "I.. "He starts and then fidgets.

"I'm sorry," David sighs, waving it off. "Forget it. I was just surprised that you didn't, after you left."

"No. Don't - don't apologize. I - I shouldn't have left - without saying anything." Sean says, frown tight on his face.

"I didn't expect anything more, Sean." What I hoped for... well, I was an idiot. "It was a long time ago."

"Just because we didn't expect anything more, doesn't mean that we - uh - we couldn't have wanted more." Sean smoothes his hand over the fold of napkin, not meeting David's gaze.

David's head jerks up, staring at Sean a few moments. "Look at me. Please?"

Sean clears his throat, taking a breath and then raises his head and looks at David, expression neutral. He lifts his chin minutely.

He looks into Sean's eyes for long moment, then sighs, breaking eye contact. "Dammit, Sean... you could have said something. Anything."

Nodding, Sean glances around before straightening the napkin again. "Something." He looks at David.

"Something," David echoes, still not looking up. "I guess I could have too."

"David?" Sean starts and then gives his head the barest of shakes and relaxes back against his chair. "Sorry.. never mind." He mumbles.

"Haven't we not said enough things, Sean?" David points out softly.

"I - I'd like to - just - hold you. Shite, I know - I know you can't but - I'd just like to kiss you once more."

David starts to shake his head, then stops, running his hand through his hair. Don't do this. Don't. He sighs again. I have to. "Go to your room, Sean," he says, his eyes focused on the table.

Bloody idiot, what did you expect him to say? Sean pushes his chair back, head down. "M'sorry David." His voice is a quiet rumble. "Sorry, bye."

"Sean?" His voice is even softer as he reaches for his glass of water and takes a sip, not looking at Sean. "I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Oh? Oh. Oh!" Sean's ears turn red. "Yeah. Um. Okay." He stands, brushing at his trousers, trying to hide the fact his cock is a thickening bulge. "Ten minutes." He repeats and nods, moving toward the door.

David watches him the whole way out, finishing the glass of water and wishing like hell it was scotch. He opens his wallet and drops money on the table, refusing to look at the picture of him and Craig he knows is tucked behind his drivers license, getting up and shoving it back in his pocket as he gets up to leave. I need to know.

In the room Sean paces. He unbuttons his shirt and cuffs, kicking off his shoes and pouring a drink.

It's just under ten minutes when David shows up at the door, not even hesitating before knocking softly.

Sean opens the door and stares at David a second before stepping back. "Hey."

He steps in, closing the door behind him. "Hey," he echoes back. This is different. Looking at Sean like this. Not just waking up to arms wrapping around him, Sean's cock brushing against his naked back. Daylight.

Stepping to David, Sean smiles and reaches to touch his cheek. "Can - can I kiss you?"

"I really wish you would," David murmurs, his eyes half closing as Sean's hand brushes against his skin.

Sean leans in and let's his mouth press gentle and warm over David. He licks out, tasting the man slowly. "Mmm." He sighs.

David's hand comes up and slips into Sean's hair, pulling him in closer and deepening the kiss, his other arm lacing around him and pulling him in closer. It could have been like this. All the time.

Eyes sliding closed, Sean whimpers out a bit before pulling back, eyes flashing. "I - I want ya - David," he stops, tongue licking out over his lip before continuing. "Will ya - fuck me?"

He can't help but look surprised at that, pulling back from the kiss to look at Sean. His lips part to ask him if he's serious, then close again as he nods.

Smiling, Sean returns the nod and steps back, pulling off his shirt and unfastening his trousers.

David steps in before he gets the shirt off all the way, tracing his hands over Sean's arms as it slides away. His hands move lower, sliding down over his lower back, just resting against the curve of his ass. "I missed you," he admits, barely a whisper.

"You too. Not just this." Sean says, desperate for David to understand his meaning. "But talking to you and - and - not just this."

"I didn't say I missed your cock, Sean," David's shirt comes up over his head and he presses his body against him again, lips moving against his jaw, brushing kisses over his skin, then whispering in his ear. "I said I missed you."

Fingers moving over firm flesh and soft skin, Sean hums and arches, pressing into David. "I want you. Need you."

"I'm here. I'm right here," David whispers, lips pressing tight against Sean's before he pulls away again, leading him towards the bed and following him down.

Sean rolls with David, opening to him as they lay down.

Later, sweaty and gulping air, Sean pats David's thigh and grunts as he rolls his head, eyes slipping closed.

"Shhh," David murmurs, his hand moving through his hair. He leans up to kiss Sean's temple, then settles back, watching him as he falls asleep.

Smiling, a soft rumbled snore escapes Sean as he drifts off, sated and happy.

David's hand moves over Sean's cheek, his smile much more bittersweet. He waits until Sean is deeply asleep before slipping out of bed and heading for the shower, dressed and closing the door behind him only a few moments later. So now you know. Feel better for it? "Fuck you," he murmurs under his breath to the voice in his head. "Fuck. You."

I love you
Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like I love you I love you

A week after The Two Towers Premiere

Sean lays the paper on the table as he hears a gust of wind and rain rattle the shutters. It's been over a week since the Two Towers premiere and the papers are still carrying pictures and interviews. He smiles softly, sighing and walking toward the kitchen.

He's been standing there for ten minutes, lifting his hand a few times, but never quite managing to knock on the door. Soaked through, and feeling like an idiot, he presses the buzzer, then wraps his arms around himself, teeth chattering.

Stopping Sean frowns toward the door before walking back across the room and pulling it open. He stands and gapes. "Wha? David?" Blinking he takes the man's arm and pulls him into the house. "What in the bloody hell...?

"I-" David tries to speak, teeth chattering too hard to get anything coherent out. He tries to brush his hair out of his eyes, water streaming from his clothes onto the floor.

"Oh good lord. You daft bugger. Come here." Sean bustles David into the house, tsking as he gets him in to the living room. "Let's get you out of these wet things."

"S-sorry," David chatters out, fumbling fingers moving against the buttons of his coat, wincing as he sees the trail of water he's leaving behind.

"Shhh, enough of that." Sean makes quick work of David's clothes, wrapping a quilt from the couch around him and rubbing at his arms. "Sit." He says and points at the couch. "Let me get you some tea and dry clothes."

He nods, pulling the quilt in closer, his cheeks pink from cold and embarrassment. "Thanks."

Sean moves about, heart inexplicably light as he makes tea and picks out a pair of sweats and a soft flannel shirt with a pair of thick socks. Back in the living room he smiles as the man. "C'mon now, let's get you warm."

"Thanks," David repeats, still-shaking hands reaching for the socks, shivering harder as the quilt slips lower.

Sean tsks more and pushes David's hands away. He kneels in front of the man and pulls a foot to him, rolling the socks on. "Here, shirt then stand."

It takes more help from Sean than David would prefer, but between the two of them they get him dressed and back on the couch, quilt wrapped around him again. Hands steadier now, he takes the hot drink from Sean, preferring to let it warm his hands than drink it right now.

Pulling the footstool up in front of David, Sean touches his knee. "What are you doing here? And why are you half drowned?"

"I was outside... didn't know if you were home or not." It's a crappy excuse, and he's hedging, that much is clear.

"Outside?" Sean asks, tilting his head. "But - why?"

"I came to see you. I needed to see you." David pulls the quilt tighter, trying not to spill his tea. "I like your living room."

"Thank you, I just got the new sofa." Sean says. "See me? Why?"

"Did you mean it? What you said, at the premiere. Did you mean it when you said just because we didn't expect more didn't mean you couldn't have wanted more?"

Sean's frozen, staring at David and his heartbeat's the loudest thing in the room when another gust of wind rattles a window and he jumps slightly, blinking. "Yes, yes - I meant it - I - we - yes."

"Was it just then? A wish that's stuck in the past?" He looks up, eyes locked with Sean's.

Slowly, Sean shakes his head.

David releases a breath he's been holding for a solid week, his head dropping forward as he relaxes. He closes his eyes, composing himself again and looking up at Sean, blinking hard.

Reaching gently, Sean cups David's face, thumbs brushing over the cheekbones. He leans in and presses his mouth against David's.

He moans softly, the sound swallowed up by the kiss, pulling back a moment later and looking into Sean's eyes once again. "You know, don't you? That I... I left him. Three days ago."

"You did?" Sean asks, looking down for a second before locking his gaze on David. "I - I'm glad." The words are soft and quiet.

"It wasn't fair to him. He's a good man, and it wasn't fair," David explains, setting down the cup and reaching for Sean's hand, lacing their fingers together.

Sean nods. "I'm sorry, for him - I'm sorry - but I'm - glad." He repeats, bringing their clasped hands up and kissing the knuckles.

"I had to," David whispers, smiling as he watches Sean's lips brush against his fingers. "I had to do it. Sean, I..."

"I know, I - me too." Sean says, matching David's smile as he pulls the man close and wraps an arm around his shoulders, kissing him deeply.

One Hundred Things - Viggo/Orlando

jay.linden@gmail.com — Sun, 16 Apr 2006 00:35:49 GMT

Title: One Hundred Things
Authors: linden_jay & darknight999
Fandom: LotR
Rating: PG
Pairing: VM/OB
Disclaimer: We lie - that's been proven.
Summary: Orlando calls Viggo as he travels to see him.

Okay, Jess and I wanted to write something, but the bunny well was seriously dry. So she suggested we look at one of the fic challenge tables. Now, this fic really doesn't have anything to do with the challenge except that we used the table as a prompt. Each side of conversation contains one of the prompt words from the fanfic100 Prompt Table. It is not how they meant it to be used - it was merely a way to get us off our butts and get us writing.

Orlando stood in the security check in line, shifting from one foot to the other. He pulled the bag off of his shoulder and shifted it to the other side, tugging his hat lower on his face. He reached and pulled his mobile out of his pocket, flipping it open with his thumb and hitting the speed dial.

Viggo sat the brush down, absently toggling the button on his cell, glad that he'd actually remembered to have the handset on this time. "Begin," he said, lifting the brush again, still focused on the painting.

"God you're odd." Orlando laughed. "I'm standing in the middle of the security line. If the flight's on time I'll leave in a little over an hour."

"Me being odd is something new?" Viggo laughed, grinning as he realized who was on the other end of the phone. "Do you need me to come pick you up?"

"Nah, thanks though." Orlando said and shuffled forward in line. "Inside one of my bags is a confirmation number that a very nice lady gave me for a rental car. Of course, I may have to call for directions."

"You sure you'll be able to manage it?" Viggo teased, adding a bit of color to the painting, then stepping back again. "It may not be cold outside, but you don't always drive that well here in LA, and I don't think you want to end up lost in West Hollywood. Again."

Orlando sniffed and then laughed. "It was only a few hours and that bloke with the purple hair was very helpful."

"Hours? I was sure you were lost for days." Or maybe it only felt like that.

"You're a bastard." Orlando said in a flippant tone. "Finally." He muttered. "Viggo, I'll call you back in a bit, after a week in this line it's my turn."

"I've heard the waits have been terrible. Good luck Orlando... I'll send help if I don't hear from you in a month or two," Viggo said, mock-sympathetically before hanging up the phone, unable to shake the grin from his face as he went back to his painting.

Barking out a laugh, Orlando turned off his phone and stuffed it in a pocket. He shook his head, after all the years he had known Viggo it would seem that he'd be used to the man's sense of humor. He was still grinning as he made his way through the intricate security measures.

Jumping as the phone rang, completely having lost track of time, Viggo sat down his brush, still loaded with bright red paint and answered the phone. "Tell me a story."

"There's a woman in orange stretchy pants sitting near the gate that looks like my Auntie Midge. She used to bring me toffee for my birthday."

"Aunt Midge... is she the one with the bright yellow hair? The one you showed us pictures of?"

"Yeah, she's drinking green tea. The lady, not Aunt Midge. Of course Aunt Midge could be drinking green tea, but I haven't talked to her in a while." Orlando said, stretching his legs out and looking around the gate area.

Viggo nodded, forgetting for a moment that Orlando couldn't see the gesture. Switching brushes, he went back to the canvas, adding small touches of a brilliant blue here and there. "I don't think I have any green tea... I might have chai," he said thoughtfully.

"There was a tea that you drank back in Wellington, I remember it had a purple label. It stunk, like bad fruit." Orlando said, grinning and shifted lower in the chair. "What're you doing?"

There was a pause while Viggo had a sip of coffee, savoring the rich brown drink. "Drinking coffee and painting. And it was mango tea, which really doesn't explain the purple label."

"Mango? Was that the - no it was papaya you mooshed up and smeared on Dom when he got the black eye." Orlando looked up, sitting straight in the chair. "Damn, they're calling my flight. I'll call you when I get on board."

"I'll be waiting. Remember- get the club house sandwich when you order your meal on board," Viggo reminded him. "This time of year it's all white meat- amazing."

"Yes mother." Orlando said closed his phone, standing and looking out the window at the colorless London sky. He hitched a sigh and walked to the gate, holding his boarding pass out.

Viggo hesitated a moment before ending the call, smiling as he went back to the painting, already looking forward to his friend calling back. Friend? Sure that's all it is? Giving his head a bit of a shake, he focused again, easing the thought out of his mind.

Orlando settled in, giving the flight attendant a brilliant smile and calling her love. One thing he had learned in his travels with Ian on the press junkets, don't make an enemy of the flight attendants. Keep them smiling and life was a lot better. After they were in the air he fidgeted a bit and then finally gave in and dialed the number again.

"Hey," Viggo smiled as he answered the phone, just leaving the studio and heading for the sink to wash his hands. "Seated next to any Rings lovers this time?"

"No. Not to sound ungrateful, but thank god." He laughed. "Lady headed to visit her family. Lovely woman." He smiled toward the older lady and then sunk down in the seat. "Can we go to the beach when I get there?"

"If being half-naked in front of a bunch of strangers is what you want, we can go to the beach."

Rather be full on naked in front of you. Orlando thought, and then wondered when they relationship shifted so that he could only think those things instead of saying them. "Well if I was a footballer, I'd be naked in front of my teammates and fans, so.." He shrugged, tucking the phone closer and smiling. "Yeah, the beach and a cookout."

"And your family, and teammates parents..." Viggo added, laughing. "I think we can arrange a beach cookout. It's your trip, Orlando- anything you want."

"Anything?" Orlando asked, grinning. He shifted up to make sure there weren't any children behind him. "What if I want..." He hesitated. "Uh porn and alcohol." He said.

"Porn, huh?" Viggo smirked, looking a bit evil. "Well, the closest thing I've got in the house that I can remember is Henry's birth video- does that count?"

"Well, the thought of that just scared me to death." Orlando shuddered and laughed.

"I'm still not entirely sure why we recorded it," he admitted, laughing when he heard Orlando start. "I think we only watched it once, then turned it off half way through. Mostly I remember a lot of yelling, and that there was a window high up in the room that let you see the sun rising."

Leaning against the plane window, Orlando smiled, sighing. "That's a nice memory. I like the way you tell me things, describe things. You talk about sunrises and sunsets and - I can see them." He yawned.

"How long have you been awake for? If it gets to be too much, you really should just try and sleep," Viggo suggested.

"Not enough time to sleep last night. Had to pack and all." Orlando's voice slurred.

"Now somehow I had a feeling that you hadn't. Maybe it was a sixth sense. Or it could be that you sound exhausted and you're yawning," Viggo teased gently. "Sleep, Orlando. Call again when you wake up."

"M'kay." Orlando said. "Wish I had that ol' blanket of yours. It smelled like you. G'night Vig." He managed to say and pulled the phone down, closing it before drifting off.

"Wish you had what because it what?" Viggo asked, too late as the sound of the dial tone came through on the line. "Dammit," he murmured, hanging up the phone again and looking out the window, his expression thoughtful.

Orlando was deep in conversation with a penguin when a light touch to his shoulder made him jump. "Wha?" He looked around.

"I'm sorry sir. Bit of turbulence coming up. Fasten your lap belt please."

Orlando nodded and did as the flight attendant asked, yawning and scratching his chin as he flipped open the phone and dialed.

"Orlando," Viggo smiled, setting his cup down, the taste of the coffee remaining. "That wasn't that long... did you get any sleep at all?"

"Some." The young man said as he caught sight of a lightning flash through the window. "It's storming."

"It's clear and beautiful here. Hopefully you'll fly out of it soon," Viggo frowned, leaning back in his chair, his fingers drawing shapes against the denim of his jeans.

"Where's the Bermuda Triangle?"

"A very, very long way away from where you are," Viggo assured him. "You're not going near the Bermuda triangle, or the Newfoundland square or anything."

"The Newfound wha? God Viggo, you just like turning me in circles, don't you?" Orlando laughed and then jumped with a small sound as a flash of lightning lit the sky.

"Well, it is fun," Viggo admitted. "You know there's going to be a full moon tonight," he said, hoping to calm Orlando down some as he heard him jump.

"It's getting dark, but I can't see stars or anything, it's cloudy." Orlando said.

"Well, while you're here if you want, we can go someplace you can look up and see the stars," Viggo suggested, his heart starting to beat faster at the thought. "Just look up at the sky."

"Yeah, like that time - where were we - remember? We lay there on that hill and the stars were like diamonds, bright and cold." Orlando said and then interrupted himself yawning. "Love? Yes, could I have coffee? What? Oh sure. Yeah." He sniffed and then his voice was louder across the line. "No coffee until we're out of the storm."

"Who are you calling love?" Viggo sounded curious. "Someone new attached to your fan club?"

"Taking a page from Ian's rule book, be a gentleman and a darling and not only will the attendants be nice, they won't hit you in the head with a spade while you sleep and steal your wallet." Orlando said laughing and turning his back on the window. "Talk to me."

Viggo took a sip of water and leaned back again, laughing softly. "I can't say I fault his logic in the least," he murmured. "It's a slow, sleepy day here. I spent the morning in the studio- I'm still covered in paint, and now I'm sitting in the living room reading and talking to you. I suppose I should shower before you get here, get rid of all the paint."

"Is it cold enough for a fire there?"

"Not in the house, no. We could dig a hole in the earth out back, have a fire for you outside."

"Cook hotdogs and marshmallows out in the open air?" Orlando said, voice excited.

"Sure, why not," Viggo laughed, glad to hear that Orlando's spirits sounded a bit better, despite the storm. "I'm not entirely sure I have those things, but I can certainly pick them up.

"And some of those frozen waffles for breakfast?"

"Mmm... Now you've got me hungry. I think I forgot to have lunch- what time is it anyway," Viggo frowned, getting up and cradling the phone with his free hand, going to look through the cupboards.

"Viggo, I'm like hours different from you normally and right now I'm over ass end of nowhere in a plane. It could either be dinner or Tuesday and I wouldn't know." Orlando laughed and then yelped as thunder sounded.

"Breakfast, lunch, dinner, it doesn't matter- leftover chicken is good food for any time of day." He paused, hearing the yelp. "Talk to me, Orlando- tell me what else you want to do while you're here."

"Drink." Orlando grumbled and then took a breath. "Um." Talk to you, watch you, try to figure out how you went from total stranger to lover to best friend in the world and how I make sure you don't go back to total stranger. "I don't care, just hang out I guess."

"Are you looking forward to being somewhere that it's not all cold and frozen, even if it is the middle of winter? Are you going to stay long this time?"

"Til spring too long?" Orlando asked with a laugh.

"Hell, Orlando, if you want to stay 'til summer, you go right away," he teased back. "I've got the space... you'll just have to learn how to do yard work to earn your keep."

"You'd make me work?" Orlando asked, voice shocked as he grinned. "You'd work me until I'd fall down, wouldn't you. You bastard."

"Ah, it was just a passing thought," Viggo laughed. "Besides, you're a leading man type now... I doubt you'd be up to it."

Orlando frowned and looked at the window, rain hit it like needles. He lifted his hand and connected the rain trails with his finger. "Yeah, I'm way too good for that." He said, voice holding no humor.

"Hey, you know I was just kidding, right? If you want, I'll work you like Snow White when you get here if it'll make you feel better. Or is that Cinderella?"

Orlando smiled. "I fancy myself Red Riding hood. I look good in hats." He said and turned his back on the flickering lightning through the window.

"Is it still thundering? I thought I just heard it again." Viggo's concern was clear through the line.

"Yes." Orlando said softly. "I think it qualifies as a storm now and not just - hang on Viggo." Orlando listened as the flight attendant spoke and a soft ding sounded. "Hey Viggo, they want us to turn off mobiles and such. I'll call you back as soon as we're out of this, alright?"

"All right- I'll talk to you-" Viggo paused, the sentence broken off as the phone went dead on the other end. "Later. Talk to you later," he said, setting the phone down and looking worried.

Orlando watched as the flight attendant fixed his drink, handing it to him with a smile. He took a sip and then picked up his cell phone, checking the battery before dialing.

"Orlando?" Viggo relaxed, feeling light all of a sudden, as though a weight had lifted. "Glad to hear from you again."

"Hi. Sorry. It's all good now, it got dark as shite, but we're out of it now."

"Just a brief trip through the shade, then out again, huh?" Viggo laughed, a bit shakily. "I'll be happier once you've landed.

"Me too." Orlando said and took a sip of his drink. "Who was it that used to drink scotch and tea? Back in New Zeeland, do you remember?"

"What? Scotch and tea?" Viggo sounded distracted, needing a moment to get back on track again. "Sorry... it was Sean. Right?"

"Where was it we were that he ordered that and the waitress thought he was daft?" Orlando laughed.

"It was at the premiere for one of the films... I can't remember when or which movie, but it was here in California, I think."

"Why couldn't that time have lasted? Hmm?" Orlando asked. "It was so brilliant back then, so easy and - just fucking great." He laughed.

"Well, you know how it goes... films end, people move on," Viggo shrugged, not feeling nearly as casual as he sounded.

"If you had your way - would you go back - to - how it was?"

"And then what? You can't reshoot a film... just try and recapture some part... which part of how it was are you talking about Orlando?" Viggo asked, his voice soft.

Orlando heard the question in his voice. It was one that he himself had asked before. He sighed. "Yeah, sound like a bit of a baby, don't I? Whining for days gone past. Oh hey, we're getting ready to land. I'm going to turn off the mobile and sweet talk the flight attendant into one more drink and I'll see you in an hour or two, yeah?"

"Forget the drink, see if she'll give you another minute or two." Fuck, don't hang up now. "What do you wish was different- or the same, really?"

"What's that saying? Youth is wasted on the young?" Orlando said with a chuckle, turning so the attendant wouldn't see him still on the phone. "I mean, for god's sake, who actually thinks the choices that we make when we're young are always right? What if they aren't? What if deciding that my career was the most important thing wasn't the right choice?"

"Life keeps on going, and you can't go backwards. Time is linear. All we can do is recognize the mistakes we've made and try not to make them too many more times." He paused, swallowing hard. "So which was the mistake? Walking away then, or thinking that we made the wrong choice now?"

Orlando chewed his lip, thinking. He looked to where the attendant was checking things and picking up trash. "I feel like I'm back in school. May have to sneak into the loo any second to finish the call." He muttered and then took a breath. "If I said I thought we should try not going backwards, but keeping the friendship and adding a wee bit of what we had before, what would you say?"

Christ, please don't have to hang up. Not yet. Not now. "I... shit. Orlando, I don't want to be the one making things difficult for you. Acting isn't just work, just a job for you. It's a part of who you are. And you deserve to not have to worry about making that balance." He paused and sighed. "That's what I should be telling you right now."

"Okay, yes - yes - I'm sorry. Fuck!" Orlando said. "Viggo sorry that wasn't to you, I've got to go. I'll see you when I get home, alright? I've got to - yes ma'am - I know, yes. Bye Vig." The line went dead.

"No- Orlando, please don't- FUCK!" Viggo growled as the line went dead again, only just managing to keep from throwing the phone, a birthday present from Henry, against the wall. "Goddammit- wait." Viggo went quiet again, thinking over what Orlando had just said. Home. He said when he gets home. Not 'here', home.

When the plane finally landed and they were herded off and through the terminal, Orlando moved quickly o the rental car desk. He resisted calling Viggo from inside the airport. The crowds were teeming with a post Christmas surliness, and he didn't want to have to pay attention to who was standing near him. Finally wrestling his bags into the rental car and setting out, map in hand, Orlando flipped open his mobile, took a breath and dialed.

Saying a quick prayer of thanksgiving as the phone rang, Viggo grabbed it quickly. "Hello? Orlando?"

"Hey Vig." Orlando murmured and accelerated up the entrance ramp to the freeway. "There's such a sense of independence driving a rental car." He said, frowning at his own words, stalling for time to figure out how to say what he wanted to say.

Viggo hit the stop button on the cd player, U2's 'New Year's Day' cutting off mid song, leaving the room in silence for a few moments before he could find any words. "You said home. On the phone, before you hung up. You said you were coming home."

"Yeah. That okay?" Orlando asked, changing lanes as he watched for the exit. "That you're home to me - is that okay?"

A slow smile spread over Viggo's face as he took in Orlando's words, nodding before he answered, forgetting again that Orlando wouldn't be able to see the gesture. "It's okay. It's better than okay."

"Yeah?" Orlando replied, nose wrinkling in a huge grin. "So, I'm coming home and we're going to the beach and cook outside and look at the stars and - and yeah." He sighed and then squeaked as he almost missed the exit.

Viggo laughed as he heard the squeak, the smile stretched across his entire face. "Any of that, all of that, anything you want. Just come home."

"I am Vig, I am." Orlando laughed, phone pressed to his ear as he steered the car toward home.