viggorli_xmas | a gift for vampirebitch (Reply)

Title: Dreams

Written by: to be revealed in 2011
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction!
A gift fic for vampirebitch

The cell was cold and damp and reflected every prison cell cliché Orlando could ever think of. He shivered on his bunk, and tried to think of a comforting thought.

Nothing came.

He pulled the thin blanket tighter around his body, and turned towards the wall. The light of the police station wasn’t too strong but his mind used every excuse to stay awake. He wanted to fall asleep and maybe wake up in his old life, where prison cells didn’t factor in the lives of hopeful actors.

He sighed and closed his eyes; then opened them wide in alarm when an answering sigh came from the top bunk. He turned on his back slowly, carefully, and peeked from under his blanket, trying to see who or what could be snuffling above him.

The someone on the top bunk moved again, and Orlando lay there like a paralyzed animal, waiting for his fate.

Waiting for the cobra to strike.

The unbidden metaphor didn’t help at all. The shifting above him got closer and closer to the edge of the bed. Orlando wanted to run, jump out of bed, shake the steel bars that caged him together with the threatening stranger, wanted to alarm the guards, but couldn’t move, couldn’t make a sound. All he could do was laying there, waiting for his fate.

The movement above him ceased for a moment and Orlando closed his eyes thankfully. He got that funny feeling though, when one knows they are being watched, and when he opened his eyes again he stared at the someone’s head hanging upside down over the edge of the bed, mysterious big blue eyes looking straight at him.

* * * * *

Orlando jolted wide awake and sat up suddenly in his bed. He almost hit his head in the bed above him, and he had to fight his sluggish mind, caught still up in his nightmare, to remember why there was a bed above his own.

But of course.

He was in New Zealand, in some remote, godforsaken corner of the Southern Island, in a motel so downtrodden it wasn’t even funny – but he was here to make movie history, of that he was sure. Well, not <i>here</i> here, but… no he didn’t want to think of it.

His breathing became rhythmic again, and he closed his eyes for a moment. Then he heard movement from the bunk above, a head appeared suddenly over the edge of the bed, two blue eyes stared at him, and Orlando almost screamed it looked so much like his dream.

‘You alright?’ Viggo’s concerned voice came softly in the darkness, then his head disappeared and he jumped off the top bed with easy grace. He knelt down by Orlando’s bed, took his hand in his left hand and the right he placed on Orlando’s brow.

Orlando took a shuddering breath but didn’t dare to answer yet. He didn’t trust his voice.

‘Had a nightmare? You sounded like you had one,’ Viggo continued in a soft voice, his hand stroking Orlando’s brow and hair. He frowned. This was exactly the wrong thing to happen. This was not what Pete asked him to do.

‘Viggo, he looks up to you.’ (That was an understatement.) ‘You’re the only one who could convince him not to go bungee jumping.’

Well, Pete could too, but it took him three shouting matches while a request softly spoken was enough on Viggo’s part.

‘Please take care of him.’ This was the point of decision. Taking care was in Viggo’s blood. ‘He’s so young and innocent, I don’t want him to get hurt.’

There was genuine concern in PJ’s eyes, and Viggo knew what he meant. The hobbits Orlando always hung around with were a lot more world-wise, and Orlando’s enthusiasm often got him in trouble. Like the police fiasco.

Pete was livid when he knocked on Viggo’s door in some godforsaken hour. He had a few intimidated hobbits and a very ashamed looking Orlando trailing behind him.

‘I’m splitting them up for a week, Viggo,’ was all he said. ‘Would you mind taking care of Orlando?’

He didn’t mind, not really. He figured he was far better off than Hugo who had to take care of Dominic. Of Ian, he wasn’t too sure, Gandalf looked just too gloating while Frodo was around…

Viggo shook his head. No one would’ve thought that a simple prank like peeing in a fountain would have the kids end up in prison, but it wasn’t the first time they got caught. Pete called his contacts and got them out, but not without a severe warning about criminal records. And Orlando really took it to heart, as the nightmares showed.

Viggo sighed. Orlando looked peaceful now but when he stopped caressing his hair, preparing to climb up again into his top bunk, Orli opened his eyes and looked at him pleadingly.

‘Please don’t leave.’

‘It’s just that… I’m a bit cold.’ And that was an understatement. The heating in the room wasn’t too good, but then nothing else was either. He didn’t count with that when he chose the place; all he wanted was something remote and unassuming where he could be with Orli, spending Christmas together. They left right after the Jackson’s Christmas party, with the unsaid purpose of separating Orlando from the hobbits. He didn’t need another <i>accident</i>.

Orli opened his eyes again and looked at Viggo. He really didn’t want to sleep alone; he was so tired of his nightmares. And Viggo… he took care of him like no one did, and Orlando was convinced that his tentative feelings were returned. He wasn’t sure what those feelings were yet, but he thought he could feel friendship and admiration turn into love, and he was giddy with it.

‘Viggo…’ he whispered.

Viggo shivered, from the cold or Orli’s look, he wasn’t sure.

‘Would you mind…’ Orlando wasn’t sure he had it in him to ask but he had to try. ‘Would you please… hold me while I sleep?’

Possibilities started to whirl in Viggo’s mind. With those close quarter forced upon them, he couldn’t help but find himself fascinated with Orli. And if he got to deepen it a bit, that was fine with him. They would have a year together until filming finished, and Viggo intended to make the most of it.

Orlando saw the smile on Viggo’s face and his heartbeat sped up. He knew they stepped across a line but he had a good feeling about it. He lifted the blanket and scooted over a bit.

Viggo didn’t hesitate, that time was over. He slipped into bed and tried to find a good position where none of his body parts would freeze off. Or Orli’s; it would be a real shame.

The bed was quite narrow for two, and the wall stone cold under his touch. Viggo didn’t want to expose Orli to that; he was skinny, and he got enough of the cold during filming.

‘Turn around,’ he whispered, and when it happened, he took Orli in his arms and pressed a kiss into his hair.

Orli melted in the warmth of Viggo’s body. Maybe this Christmas would turn out better than he imagined. Maybe this would be his best Christmas so far, even better than when he was five and got the bycicle he pestered his mum about for three months. He would do everything he could…

‘Sleep now,’ Viggo said softly. ‘Tomorrow we’ll go in town, see the little shops ready for Christmas, drink a coffee and find a place with a double bed instead of bunk beds…’

‘That would be good,’ Orli said dreamily. ‘These bunk beds give me nightmares…’

‘No more nightmares,’ Viggo promised. He was ready to chase bad memories away and start building new and pleasant ones. He would show Orli what real affection was, maybe even what a relationship meant.

But first, he would make love with him. Not now, but first thing in the morning when the soft lights of the snow would wake them up and Orli would be soft, warm, and irresistible. They would be making love gently in the heat of their bed and warm each other up thoroughly.

‘Good night,’ he pulled Orli closer to his body, pressing himself against him, Orli pressing back in return. Viggo’s hands slipped under Orli’s pyjamas on their own, searching for smooth warm skin, and Viggo changed his mind about sleeping.

‘Don’t… want to sleep yet,’ Orli moaned and Viggo could relate. He pulled down their pyjama bottoms for more contact, but then thought that that was a mistake. His cock demanded sex but he had no supplies on him. There was one more thing they would do tomorrow then…

Orli whimpered when Viggo’s hand reached his cock. He pushed his ass back and Viggo made a quick, sinful decision. He sped up his strokes and it took only a few minutes until Orli came, his seed thick in Viggo’s hand.

Viggo kept kissing Orli’s hair, shoulders, neck, his jawline, whatever he could reach, while he prepared both of them. Orli was still boneless which made his job easier, and he slid in him with easy grace like he was coming home. Orli sighed and groaned and Viggo wrapped himself around him; warming him up, giving all of himself.

They made slow and sweet love into the night, and fell asleep unnoticed. The morning came with sunshine reflecting on snowflakes, and they made love again.

Orlando never had another nightmare.

"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams." — Dr. Seuss