Why was it always Elijah? That was the main question that spun in Orlando�s mind. Every time Viggo needed a model it was Elijah. Why didn�t the older man ask him?



�-- and when I took this photo, Elijah was like I feel like a whore�� Viggo laughed and pointed at a photo.

Elijah had too much makeup on it. Red lips and blue eye shadow, that was not his colour at all.



�Mhm�� Orli said, without knowing what Viggo meant.

He wasn�t even looking at the photo, instead he looked out the window. Oh how he longed for this day to end. Not because he didn�t like to be with Viggo, no, he loved being with Viggo. But what he didn�t like was to look at pictures at Lij and hearing Viggo talk about how much fun they had taking them.

He laid his left hand on the back of his neck and drew his finger through the dark curls.



Viggo looked at Orlando.

�Orli? Are you even listening?� he asked, quite hurt.



�Yea, it�s beautiful,� Orli said, just to say something when Viggo talked to him.



�OB?�

He got no response.

�Orlando Bloom!� he shouted.



The younger man jerked.

�What! Where�s the fire?!�



Viggo smiled.

�There�s no fire. I just wanted to get you back to my world.�



Orlando lowered his head.

�I�m sorry.� He said with a low voice.



Viggo laid his hands on Orlando�s shoulders and turned him around so they stood face to face.

�Orlando, look at me.�

He didn�t continue until the younger man looked him in the eyes.

�I did this for you. I thought that you would think it was fun to look at my work. Don�t you?�



Orli swallowed.

�Of course I do. It�s just that I don�t think it�s fun that you talk about Elijah all the time. What would you say if I just talked about Billy?�



Viggo smiled with the left side of his mouth. Then he sighed.

�Oh, come here babe. I�m sorry.� He drew Orli into his embrace, and gave him a warm hug. �But why didn�t you tell me?�

He let go of Orli, but still he held the younger man�s hands in his.



Orlando shrugged his shoulders.

�I don�t know. It�s just that� you taking pictures of him� don�t get me wrong here, I like Elijah a lot, I really do. But you taking pictures� like that� of him--� He looked at the photo, in which Elijah had nothing on his body, except a blanket around his waist. �-- well you can�t blame me for, for thinking that maybe it�s still something between the both of you.�



Viggo bit his lower lip.

�I understand what you�re feeling, and I don�t blame you. But something that you must understand is that Elijah and I was a long time ago. And there�s nothing between us. It�s you I love.�



Orlando smiled and hugged his lover. Then he felt the older man�s lips upon his head and he closed his eyes, laid his head against Viggo�s chest and smelled him. He had the perfume that he had got from Orli this Christmas, Hugo Boss �Soul�.

�I love you, Vig. I always will.�



Viggo smiled and took a firmer grip around Orlando.

�I love you, too.�

Then he giggled.

�D�you know what I�m thinking of right now? I�m thinking about how blind we were. I thought that you thought of me as an old, boring man that just� I don�t know.�



Orlando smiled.

�But I did, at first� but then I got know you, you know that night when I locked myself out. Well any way, and after that I changed my mind about you. But I thought that, why should you, a beautiful, handsome, sexy man, like a little child like me. But then you fell for Elijah, and that changed my thoughts.�



Viggo nodded and tilted his head to the left.

�Look at me.�



Orlando opened his eyes and looked up at Viggo.

�What is it?� he asked.



Viggo smiled and shook his head.

�Nothing,� he replied and kissed the other man�s lips.



Orlando responded to the kiss and pressed his body up against Viggo�s. He took his hands and laid them on either side of the older man�s face and felt Vig�s right hand on the back of his head and the other one on his back, but it slowly caressed it�s way down to his buttocks.

He pressed the tip of his tongue out of his mouth and caressed Viggo�s lips with it. But without any �warning� the older man�s lips disappeared and then he felt the older man�s tongue against his own.



Viggo always loved to kiss and make out with Orli. He often compared it with eating ice cream. Once you had one bite, you wanted more, more and more.

The one thing he loved the most by kissing and loving with Orlando was that he knew exactly what he was doing, he didn�t hesitate one minute. Even though he only was 27 years old, it seemed like he was at least 40 years when it came to experience.



The kiss ended when Orli put his hands between them and pushed Viggo away from him.

�We need to talk,� he finally said.



Viggo looked worried at him.

�What is it? What�s wrong?�



Orlando didn�t know how to say it so it sounded right. And every hour he had spent in front of the mirror was like blown away.

�Well no, but yes. Well kinda� arwh, I don�t know how to say this.�



Viggo licked his lips and felt that he became nervous.

�Alright. But try��



Orlando nodded and sighed.

�Okay� I wondered a long time� that every time you needed a model, you asked Elijah. So I just wonder why you didn�t ask me. I mean, I�m your boyfriend. I don�t know if I would have said yes, but the point is, that it would have felt nice if you just asked me.�



Viggo bit his lower lip, closed his eyes, drew a hand through his shoulder long hair and nodded. Then he sighed and opened his eyes again.

�I know, I should have asked you.�



�Then why didn�t you?�

Orli tried to keep his voice calm, so Viggo wouldn�t hear that he almost cried.



�Should I be honest?� the older man asked.



�Yes please!�

Orlando regretted it almost the same time those two words slipped past his lips. Because he didn�t knew if he wanted to hear the truth. What if Viggo said that he was ugly or something else.



�I didn�t ask you, because I was afraid that you would have said yes. Don�t take me wrong. I love taking pictures of you. It�s just that I was afraid that I couldn�t make your beauty justice. I was afraid that I was going to make you� well not ugly, but, that I couldn�t show the others, the world, the beauty I see in you. I was afraid that you were just gonna be one-other of those models. That�s why I picked Elijah, because I know what to do to make him look beautiful. Oh shit, that sounded wrong. What I mean is, I know what kind of light and cloths and makeup to make him look good. Because he has that cute face, that you could just die for. But you, you have that inner beauty, you have confidence in your self, in the way you talk, walk and act around people that make you so attractive. I don�t say that you don�t look good, because you are good looking. But it�s the whole you that make me love you. So that�s why I don�t want to take a photo of you, because you can�t show how you walk, talk and act in a photo. Because your face is just one thing that�s make me love you.�

Viggo fell silent. He didn�t know if Orlando understood one word of what he just had said.

�Those words I�ve wanted to say to you, such a long time. I--"

He fell silent once more when he saw that Orlando was crying.

�Sweetie, what is? Have I said something wrong?�



Orlando looked up at him and smiled. Then he shook his head.

�No,� he sobbed. �That was the most beautiful thing I�ve ever heard. Others have just said that I was good looking, but all they wanted was a good fuck. But you, you really love me. For the person I am.�

The tears ran slowly down his cheeks.



Viggo dried them off with the back of his hand.

�Of course I love you for the person you are. I would love you even if, even if--" he thought for a moment. �I would love you even if you lost all your hair, if you were in a fire and got scars all over your body. And Orli, I still love even though you find out that you never can have sex again. Because sex isn�t everything.�



Orlando smiled with his whole face.

�No, but it�s a lot.�



Viggo laughed and laid his arms around the younger man.

�Yes, you�re right.�



They fell silent and just looked into each other�s eyes.

�Come here, you little bastard,� Viggo said smiling and pressed his lips against the other man�s.

Just a few seconds later the tongue was involved again, and the kiss became hotter and hotter.

Viggo lifted Orli up so he got his legs on either side of the older man�s waist. Then he started to walk towards the wall and finally he pressed the younger man up against it.

Vig started to kiss Orlando�s neck, while Orli laid his head against the wall, breathing with an open mouth and clutching to Viggo�s hair with his both hands.



Orlando licked his dry lips and moaned. He felt how Viggo ran his tongue alongside of his neck and down to were his white T-shirt, with a v-formed low-cut, began.

He stretched up his arm over his head and then a loud bang could be heard, one of Viggo�s photographs had fallen down.



Viggo looked up at Orlando under thick lashes, and licked him from his collarbone to the point where the ear and chin meets.

He smiled when he heard Orli groan.



Orlando bit his lower lip and slightly opened his eyes. But then he opened them wide-open.

�Stop, Viggo�� he whispered.

But when the older man didn�t, he took his left hand around Viggo�s cheek and made him.



�What is it?� he asked puzzled.



�We er� forgot about the windows.� Orlando stammered.



�Wha-- Oh shit. Is someone--" He stopped when he saw Orlando nod. �Arwh.� He grunted and turned his head around just to see four or more people stand outside and looking in, at them.

Then they heard another noise.



�What was that?� Orlando asked worried.

He felt how Viggo stiffened.



The older man let Orli down and took his hand in his.

�The guard, c�mon.�



At first Orlando followed, but when he heard the word guard he stopped.

�You have a guard?�



�What? No it�s not my guard. Remember, we�re at the mall.�



�Right.�

They disappeared behind a corner.

�But tell me, honey, why are we hiding? Aren�t you allowed to be here? But it�s your exhibition.�



�Of course I can be here, but I�m not sure about you, and what are we going to say to them� him, what knocked down that photo?�



Orli opened his mouth to say something, but then he realised that Viggo was right, so he closed it again.

He could hear footsteps just a few meters away from them. And then he felt Viggo�s hand upon his shoulder.



�C�mon.� He dragged the younger man after him. � I know the perfect hiding place.�



Orlando wasn�t so sure about that. Viggo had said that many times before and one time they ended up in a swamp, with mosquitoes, and an other time in a clump of trees, full of big, hairy spiders.

Orli still shivered when he thought of it.



It was like Viggo could read the younger man�s thoughts because he smiled and kissed Orlando�s hand that he had in his.

�Don�t worry, it�s much better then the clump of trees or the swamp.�



Orlando gave him a nervous smile.

Viggo closed the door behind him and he locked it, then he heard Orli gave a sigh with relief.

�Yea, it�s nice, isn�t it?� The older man asked, then he turned around and looked with hungry eyes on his beloved boyfriend.



The room was on the third floor and it was big and light. Right in front of Viggo was a big window and it had white drapes with light grey stripes.

To the left of the window was a red sofa with wine-red pillows. And in front of the sofa was a little table with some magazines and a radio, and right now was it playing Nikki Hassman with Any Lucky Penny.

To the right of the window was a painting that was so big that it needed the whole wall. But what it was, you couldn�t see. It was just some black lines and some red, yellow, green and blue dots.



Orlando thought it must be that modern art, which he knew nothing about. Monet and Rembrandt, now there were good painters. He looked at Viggo and smiled.

�It�s nice, much better then the other places you know about� well maybe except from your bed and sofa��



Viggo smiled back and started to walk towards Orli.

�I admit that it�s nice� but your flat is much nicer, were you can see the whole city. You can even stand there naked and no-one will ever know.�



�Except me, perhaps��



Viggo gave him a naughty smile and nodded.

�You, of course� because you�re naked as well� freshly fucked and sleepy.�

He took a step closer the younger man and laid his arms around his waist, and kissed his cheek and continued down on his neck.



�Mmm�� Orli moaned and drew Viggo closer. �That would be nice.� He said almost non-audible.

He laid his arms around the older man�s shoulders and whispered in his ear, �When can we tell the world about us? When can we say that we�re gay and love each other? When can we let them know that you�re fucking me?�



Viggo, who was making a hickey on the right side of Orli�s neck, looked up at him.

�Are you sure you want to do that? I mean, maybe we should tell the people in our family first. But I think that the guys already know, about the two of us I mean. Of course they know that we are gay, at least me��



�Doesn�t your son know that you are gay?� Orlando asked shocked.

When he didn�t get an answer he took that as a no.

�But Vig, he�s your son! And haven�t you told him about me? How long have we been together now? Eight, nine month?�



�Nine month, one week, tree days--" Viggo looked at his watch. �Two hours, 23 minutes and 20 seconds. But why be precisely?�



Orlando opened his mouth.

�You� you count the days? The hours and everything else?�



Viggo nodded.

�Yes, that is what keeps me going when we are apart.�



Orlando smiled and hugged the older man.

�Oh, how I love you. But there is one thing you need to promise me. And that is to tell your son about us. Okay?�



Viggo nodded.

�I promise.�

He kissed Orlando�s forehead, then his cheeks, first the left one, then the right one. Viggo�s warm, slightly wet lips, found their way to Orlando�s mouth and kissed it.

�C�mon.�

He dragged Orlando to the sofa and made him sit down, then he sat down beside him.

He leaned forward and they continued kissing.



Orlando felt Viggo�s tongue against his lips. He tried to giggle when it caressed them, but he couldn�t, because there were teeth in the way. Instead he opened his mouth and let the older man�s tongue in and let it play a little bit with his own.

He leaned slowly backwards and felt how Viggo followed. Then he felt the older man�s hands upon his bare arms and he got goosebumps all over his body.



Viggo caressed the younger man�s arms, up and down, up and down. Then he groped to get his hands under Orlando�s T-shirt and with some effort he managed.



Orlando groaned when he felt Viggo�s hands upon his chest, caressing his muscles. And then he drew the white shirt off, exposing his chest and stiff nipples.



Viggo looked up at Orli, who had closed his eyes, and then he licked him from were his pants begun to his chin, making the younger man whimper. Then he kissed him on his neck, from one ear to the other, leaving wet marks were his lips had touched.

He laid himself on top of the younger man, using his arm as support so that Orli wouldn�t get crushed under the older man�s bodyweight.



Orlando looked for the end of Viggo�s black, long armed cotton shirt. With some help from the owner he got it off and tossed it to the other end of the sofa.

Orli caressed the older man�s chest with his both hands, from his navel to his stiff nipples. He took one of them between his forefinger and thumb and pinched it hard.



Viggo, that was kissing, sucking and licking his boyfriend just above his left collarbone, tossed his head backwards and gasped for air.

He bit his lower lip and moaned when Orli raised his head and took one of the older man�s nipple in his mouth and sucked it. And when Orlando gave him some teeth he clutched to the pillows which Orli laid on.



Outside the rain had started to pour down, and it was now smashing on the window, and on the radio you could now hear The Ark with It Takes a Fool to Remain Sane.



Viggo took his left hand and laid it around Orlando�s jaw, his thumb on the younger man�s left side and the rest of his finger on the right side. Then he squeezed hard, making Orlando open his mouth in agony. Then the older man leaned over Orlando�s head and licked his open mouth. And when the younger man tried to bite Viggo�s tongue, the older man let go of his grip around Orli�s jaw and then he gave him a box on the ear, right over his cheek, with the back of his right hand.



Orlando closed his eyes, and moved his jaw little to the left and little to the right, to make sure that nothing was broken. Then he looked up at Viggo with dark eyes. He rose a little and laid his right arm around the older man�s neck and drew him closer and the he forced Viggo to open his mouth, by dragging his hair backwards. When he opened his mouth Orlando pressed his tongue into Viggo�s mouth and he heard a muffled whimper slid past the older man�s lips.



Shit that hurt, and Viggo knew that Orli knew that he couldn�t stand it when someone pulled his hair. But he also knew that he only had himself to blame. Then he felt how Orlando started to move under him, and before he knew it, Orlando was on top of him.

Viggo gasped as Orli kissed his way down the older man�s chest.



Orlando stopped when he reached Viggo�s navel, and then he gave him a kiss upon it. He hesitated for a moment, but then he undid the older man�s jeans button and lowered the zipper.

He slowly led his right hand down Viggo�s chest and stroked him over his stiff cock.



�Mmm...� Viggo sighed and pressed his hips up against Orli�s hand, for greater contact. �Please take them off me.� He whimpered and stretched his arms over his head, reaching the white wall behind him.



Orlando smirked. It wasn�t often he had this control over Viggo, it was almost always the other way around. But when he had it, he loved it. And every time he promised himself that this was the way it was gonna be for the next time, and the time after that, and the time after that... but to what use? The next time it was Viggo that had the control again, and also the time after that. But Orlando was happy that they could have sex one or two times every month, because of their work, so he thought that he shouldn�t complain about who got the control.

He slowly drew Viggo�s pants off him and tossed them on the floor, and the boxers came off shortly after.



When Orli�s wet lips touched the tip of Viggo�s erection, the older man gasped and tilted his head to the left and closed his hands into tight fists.

He groaned high when the younger man took almost his whole length into his mouth, then he laid his left hand on the back of Orli�s head and clutched to his hair so he, and he alone, could decide the depth and the pace.

When he was near the edge of what he could stand he took a firmer grip around Orli�s hair.



The younger man stopped immediately and opened his mouth and felt how Viggo drew his head upwards. When he could see the older man in the eyes he felt how the older man drew his, Orlando�s, head backwards using the hair.

That really hurt so he had to make a sound, but at the same time Viggo sucked at his neck, so the sound the came out was a mixture of a whimper by agony and a groan by pleasure.



Viggo heard Orli�s sound and smirked. He let go of the younger man�s hair and instead he pushed him backwards so he landed on the opposite end of the sofa. Then he started to take of the other man�s jeans and after what seemed to be an eternity, they were off, including his non-existing boxers.

Viggo took a firm grip around the younger man�s hard flesh and started to move his hand up and down, with a slow pace.

He could hear Orlando groan and moan, and with every sound he heard he had to restrain himself to not just bend Orli over and fuck him right then.

When he saw a little bit of moisture, coming from the tip of the young man�s rock-hard flesh, he stopped and licked his lips.

Then he leaned over the flushed face that belonged to his boyfriend and kissed his mouth, and he could feel Orli return it, but with some effort. Then he kissed the younger man�s closed eyes, and then he continued to kiss his way down the side of Orlando�s face, he stopped when he reached the ear. He kissed him slowly and then he sucked the other man�s earlobe into his mouth.



Orlando gasped and pressed his hips up against the other man, making their erections press against each other and making the both of them groan.

�Give me something please,� Orli pleaded into Viggo�s ear.

And it was lucky for Orlando that the older man�s ear was so close, or he wouldn't have heard it.



Viggo smiled a tired smile and wetted his forefinger and middle finger on his left hand.

He circled around Orlando�s tight opening for some seconds and then pressed both fingers in, making him groan.



�C�mon old man... I know you want to,� Orli smiled, his eyes flashing with passion.



Viggo returned the smile. Of course he wanted to, he always wants to. But it seemed like Orli didn�t understand that if he didn�t prepare his tight opening, it would hurt like hell, and to hurt him -- for real -- that was the least Viggo wanted to do.

Of course they hurt each other with spanking and bitch slaps, but how it now was, it seemed just to turn them on, but hurting like that, and hurt for real... that was just disgusting.

Viggo drew out his fingers and spat in his open hand and slicked the tip of his own erection, before pushing it deep into the slender body underneath him.



Orlando closed his eyes and tilted his head backwards and gave a high moan. He knew that in the beginning it was always rough, but when Viggo found the spot, which just took some few seconds, it was pure heaven.

He felt how the sweat started to show on his forehead and tummy. He bit his lower lip and started to breath with an open mouth.

When he felt something drip on his forehead he opened his eyes and looked deep into the other man�s eyes, which used to be grey, but now they were almost completely black, because his pupil had consumed all of his iris.



Sweat started to show on Viggo�s back, and it was already dripping from his face.

He took his right hand, which were on the back of the sofa, and slowly he caressed Orli�s cock, and when the other man gave a little whimper, he started to stroke more firmly.

He could feel Orlando�s hands on his arms and how they scratched him up and down, leaving red marks on his quite pale flesh.



When Viggo stroked him harder then before, Orlando couldn�t help but give in and spill himself into Vig�s hand with a high groan.

�Oh my god,� he managed to cry between his gasping breaths.



He felt Orlando stiffen before him, and when the tight heat around his erection, became even tighter, when Orli finally came to rest, he knew that every little move from his or Orli�s side would make him explode. And when Orli finally moved Viggo felt how this was the end.

He drew back and thrust in, drew back and thrust in and with a high groan of relief he finally spilled his seed into his boyfriends body.

Then he laid himself on top of the younger man, just to feel him under him, just to feel that this was for real, and not one of those dreams he had woken up from, rock-hard and with white stickiness on his sheets and on himself.

But this was for real, and he loved it.



Orlando loved this part of the act, just to feel Viggo on top of him, he didn�t feel heavy, oh no, but it was a nice pressure and a closeness that warmed him when they rested, and he loved it.



Finally Viggo rolled over, but he didn�t come to far, because the sofa was not big enough. But he could lay on his side, with his arm around Orlando, hearing his breath calm down.

Viggo stroked the younger man�s cheek and gave him a light kiss.

�I love you... so much... so much that I can die for you.�

He didn�t know if Orlando heard that or if he was asleep, but he thought that he could see a smile upon his lips, and that was enough for him.

Viggo felt how his head became heavier and then he fell asleep, on the radio you could hear B*witched with Blame It on the Weatherman. And the rain kept pouring down.

It felt like he had just fallen asleep when his cell-phone rang.

Viggo stumbled out from his warm place beside Orlando and finally he got the cell-phone, which laid in his jeans pocket.

�Vig,� he said groggily and tried not to sound as though he just had slept, but didn�t succeed.



�Hi, were you asleep, an� where are you?� the happy voice said on the other side of the line.



Viggo shook his head, as to come to his senses, then he yawned.

�Yea, but who is this?� he asked.



The other voice laughed.

�It�s Billy, an� where are you?�



�Shit... coming.�

He clicked off the other man and laid his phone on his jeans, and then he stroked himself over his eyes.

�It was Billy, he wondered where I was.�



�Why?� Orli asked and stood.

Then he walked to Viggo and laid his arms around him, and kissed his shoulder.



�I guess we had the opening, and I was suppose to be there--" he looked at the watch, which were on the right from the door. �-- Arhw shit, that was like one hour ago. I really need to go.�

He walked to the door and opened it when Orli tossed something at him -- his black shirt.



�You might need some cloths before you go down,� Orli said with a smirk and sat down on the red sofa.



Viggo smiled and closed the door.

�You might be right,� he said and started to get dressed. �Aren�t you coming?� he asked when he saw that Orlando wasn�t dressing himself.



�Do you want me there then?� he asked.



Viggo tilted his head to the right and slightly opened his mouth.

�Arhw, c�mon OB, of course I want you there.� He reached out his hand after Orli�s.



He stood once again and walked towards Viggo.

�Alright, then I�m coming.�

They kissed.

�Where the hell where you?� Elijah asked when the two others appeared.



Viggo smiled.

�We just had something to talk about. So what do you think, Lij?�



Elijah smiled back.

�I love it! Thanks Vig.�

He jumped into the older man�s embrace and they hugged.



Orli gave them an angry look and cleared his throat.



Viggo understood what he meant and let Elijah down, then he looked at the others.

�And what do you think boys?�



No-one said a thing for a moment, but then Dom broke the silence.

�Good, very good. You know what you�re doing.�



Viggo smiled as a thanks, then he looked at Orli, which were looking back on him with a shy smile. Then he couldn�t help himself, he'd just had to do it.

�Come here, sweetie,� he said and drew Orli into his embrace and gave him a kiss.



The fellowship smiled and whistled.

�We knew it,� Billy said with a smile. �We knew tha� it was somethin� between the two of you.�



But the others at the mall, just looked shocked at them with open mouths.



But Viggo and Orli didn�t care.

�From now on, we�ll let the world know... that I love you.� Viggo said without taking his eyes of Orlando.

Then a thought struck him.

�Right,� he said and picked up his cell-phone.



�What are you gonna do?� David asked.



But Viggo didn�t answer, he just put the phone to his ear and smiled towards Orli, that knew what he was going to do. Finally someone answered and Viggo said with a smile upon face:

�Hi Henry, it�s daddy...�