Orlando shook himself out of the daze of dancing, throbbing remains of the former dance song being played echoing in his head. But they were soon chased away by the slower song playing now—words pulling at somewhere deep inside of him and making him ache.His eyes re-focused themselves on Viggo sitting at the table with the others. He was shaking his head at something Bean had just said, a small smile curving his lips.
Ache, he decided he liked the word.
He walked over to the table, sitting himself beside Viggo (just because it was the only space left, of course, no special reason…unless glaring at everyone and silently declaring the seat 'his territory' before he got up to dance counted as a special reason…) The others wouldn't have taken the seat anyway, they weren't as dense as Viggo supposedly was. Bean took the seat on the other side of Viggo, because he was Bean, and he talked to Viggo. Orlando was never jealous of Bean, really. Except for the fact that Viggo smiled at him.
But then, Viggo smiled at Orlando too. Sometimes for no real reason at all. Orlando liked that. He liked that a lot…
"Hey Orli" Viggo turned to greet him, "Have enough of dancing?"
"Mmmm." He couldn't help grinning at Viggo, who was still smiling slightly. He wanted to ask him to dance. Maybe Viggo would've—he did that sometimes. But it was a slow song. He didn't know if Viggo would really dance with him that way. He wondered if he should make a joke of it. Maybe if he got Viggo drunk…"Do you like this song?"
Viggo blinked at him for a second, before replying, "Yeah, it's nice…"
"Would you dance to it?"
Viggo laughed. "If you get me drunk off my ass…sure."
Really now? Orlando nodded, getting up quickly to head over to the bar.~*~ Uh-Oh. Viggo knew he shouldn't have done that. That boy didn't need more ideas added to his own. Not that Orlando could really get him drunk anyway. Bean was raising an eyebrow at him.
"Did you scare him off?"
"Me?" Viggo feigned complete innocence, and Bean laughed. "…Actually, I think he took it seriously when I said I'd dance if he got me drunk off my ass…"
"Uh-oh" Beanie agreed. "You shouldn't lead the boy on so…you know he fancies you." Viggo made a face at him.
"You're just saying that cos you're jealous." He replied in his most annoying sing-song little boy voice.
"Jealous of what, exactly?" Bean stuck his tongue out at Viggo in response.
"So mature."
"You started it." They both laughed, soundingly dangerously close to giggling schoolgirls."You so have developed a fancy for our english lad with the chocolate eyes.." nodded Bean.
"Do not! And they're not chocolate..."
"Are too!"
"Are not, they're just a really dark—"
"Chocolate!"
"...brown!"
"Chocolate!"
Viggo stuck out his tongue this time. "Nyah!" ...And so the 'mature' and 'older' men argued until Orlando came back loaded with drinks. Fully intent on getting Viggo drunk...
~*~ "You know, I never thought you'd be such a...friendly...drunk..." Orlando murmured softly enough so only Viggo could hear.
His response to that came in the form of another loud laugh. Oh so very drunk.
Viggo didn't know how many drinks he'd had..or why he'd had them. For some reason, he'd just given into the persistency of one Orlando Bloom, and..well, maybe he'd wanted an excuse. To be leaning close to Orlando as he whispered nonsensical things that Viggo couldn't remember the meaning of, but the words rushing like a brook in that smooth, accented voice was something he could listen to forever. He was allowed to let the warmth of Orlando's thigh touching his slide by unnoticed--not that he didn't notice it...how could he not? But he was allowed to keep it, revel in it. Revel in the intimacy of being with Orlando as if they were the only ones here. All because he was drunk. So why not be drunk?
"...Vig?" Orlando paused when Viggo didn't respond to his question.
"Hmmmmm?" If Viggo wasn't so drunk, he'd have noticed that somehow even that non-commital sound came out as suggestive.
"I asked if you'd like to go dancing now..."Dancing? Orli wanted to dance? Viggo would love to go dance. In fact Viggo would love to go do a strip-tease in front of everyone and then pour drinks all over himself in the possibility of Orli maybe licking it off if that was what Orli wanted him to do...
"Uhh..shure..." He smiled indulgently through slurred words, letting Orlando lead him up to the dimly lit dance-floor.
Another slow song had just come on, but Viggo didn't seem to notice or care. Orlando couldn't help grinning, though somehow he was all nervous as hell inside at the moment. He took Viggo's hands in his and swayed to the rhythm, taking Viggo along with him into the dance. For a man who was 'drunk of his ass', as Viggo himself had graciously defined his own state, Viggo wasn't so clumsy after all. Unless you counted the fact that he seemed to depend on Orlando for support; not that Orlando really minded that..it forced them to be ver close. Close enough for Orlando's imagination to run wild even as he berated himself for letting his morales practically take up residence in the gutter and resolved to not take advantage of Viggo in any way after the dance. ...No he really didn't mind at all...
He was walking Viggo back to his cabin. And leaving as quickly as possible, he reminded himself. After making sure Vig would be alright, of course. He laughed at himself. Viggo didn't need a keeper...not him anyway, no matter how badly he'd like that position. ~*~
It was later than they'd thought, but the sun was still in the process of setting out here in the ocean, it being summer on the bottom of the world. But Orlando had decided that Viggo was just too drunk and needed to go to his room...though he couldn't fathom why he'd suddenly switched to the chaperone role. It was his fault for getting Vig so drunk so early, he supposed."Okay Vig, just give me the keys so I can open the door."
"Keysh?" Orlando sighed, steeling himself, and reached into Viggo's pocket. Oh it was warm in there! Viggo looked at him quizzically. Orlando almost laughed, except that Viggo was trying to help him by putting a hand against his where the keys were. "…'s right here." So his laugh came out as a husky rush of breath.
He found the keys—not so hard really, they were right on top, and Viggo's pants weren't tight—he wished they were, so he'd have a better reason to let his fingers linger in the warmth of Viggo's thigh through the cloth. He turned the keys and opened the door instead, pulling Viggo in after him, wondering if it really would be safe to leave him alone in there. Without me, yes he admonised himself. But Viggo had closed the door behind him. So Orlando supposed he wouldn't be leaving immediately.
He looked up quickly as he felt the warmth of Viggo's fingers on his temple. It was joined by his other hand on the other side of Orlando's head. They held him in place, turning his face this way and that, murmuring something about light. Apparently oblivious to Orlando's confusion. …What the hell? He swallowed, trying to find his voice so he could ask Viggo what he was doing. But it refused to come out. He was getting lightheaded just from this contact. How pathetic."…Dammit!" Viggo whispered, frustrated at the fact that Orlando's eyes were indeed, a dark chocolate brown, even under close inspection. Right now though, with the fading sunlight throwing orange-gold light on it, it resembled a dark shade of molten gold. So beautiful.
"…Viggo?" Orlando finally managed to say, his voice full of uncertainty and questioning.
"Mmmm?" Viggo had stopped holding Orlando's head in place, brushing his fingers lightly over Orlando's cheekbone instead. Orlando shivered, trying not to close his eyes and lose himself in the touch.
"Uh…umm…what're you doing?"
"Was trying to figure out whether your eyes are really chocolate brown or they just looked that way because I like 'em."
"Oh." Okay. Then. What was Viggo doing now? A finger was tracing the edge of his lower lip, and as he licked at his lips instinctively, he came in contact with Viggo's thumb. A little bolt of heat pierced through him, spreading somewhere in his lower abdomen and clenching tightly. Never mind what Viggo was doing. Viggo liked his eyes. And he...
Was kissing Viggo. Wow. He moaned softly, arms lifting of their own accord. The voice in the back of his head warning him that he should've been out of the room by now was ignored.They couldn't figure out who started it. Not that they cared much, sprawled out on the floor next to Viggo's bed, too busy trying to touch each other everywhere while still keeping mouth-to-mouth contact. Orlando decided that clothes on Viggo were completely unnecessary restrictions that he had the right to get rid of because Viggo obviously seemed to agree, his hands helping Orlando's mouth along with the process of dragging his shirt out of the way before attacking the bare skin underneath. He was laying hungry little kisses all over Viggo's chest and flicking his tongue over hardening nipples as Viggo moaned incoherently, arching up beneath Orlando and trying to get more contact and avoid him at the same time. Orlando chuckled softly, kissing farther down Viggo's now uncovered chest and looked up for a moment to observe his face. His eyes were half-lidded, darkened with lust and maybe something more, swollen lips parted and panting slightly; looking very...well, the only word that came to Orlando's mind was ravished. And drunk. He gulped, feeling the creeping coldness in his gut start to replace almost painful heat of arousal. He'd started exactly what he'd sworn to himself wouldn't happen tonight.
"Orli...?" Viggo's words were still slurred, he noticed that now, as he moved away.
"Vig, no...I'm sorry...I can't...you're drunk." He was angry at himself, even as he resisted the urge to stop buttoning up Viggo's shirt, to lean over and kiss the pouting lips.
"But I want this! You know that!" The lust-ridden eyes were now glinting blue fire at him.
"Not tonight."
"Always!" Viggo sounded as frustrated as he felt. But he couldn't. Really. He would have to leave. Now.
...As soon as he'd put Viggo to bed like he'd originally intended. He was hauling Viggo up and doing just that, surprisingly easy as the drunk one was still physically pliable to his hands. He sat Viggo down on the bed, pushing back gently, but this time Viggo resisted.
"Orli please..." Orlando bit his lip. Goddammit, why him?
"I'm sorry...I'll go now...I'll...I'll see you in the morning, though you'll probably forget everything by then...not that that'd be.." He was rambling and he knew it. But Viggo had starting rubbing slow circles around the tattoo on his stomach. Somehow he hadn't noticed Vig's hand sliding under his shirt. He almost whimpered at the loss as Viggo moved back, lying down on the bed and holding out his arms. Gods.
"Stay with me...?" How was he supposed to resist that? Viggo had just gone from edible sex god to cuddly kitten and not only was he slightly confused, and disoriented with frustration, he was now seriously considering this offer. Then the soft, imploring voice interrupted, "...I'll be good, I promise." and broke down any argument he'd have to offer. He swallowed thickly. He was a dead man.He climbed in after Viggo and wrapped his arms around the Dane. Had there been any doubt as to whether he would? He released a long sigh, nuzzling the back of Viggo's neck.
"You're cruel, you know that?"
Viggo's reply was to snuggle back against him, making Orlando groan audibly. There was a hoarse sort of chuckle. "I'm no better off than you."
Orlando was almost tempted to nibble his ear a bit, but realized the folly of that train of revenge. Viggo had probably known he'd do that. Smug bastard. He voiced the thought.
Viggo laughed outright, then turned around in his arms. Orlando steeled himself for whatever was coming. He was here to sleep, that was it. He had to resist whatever it was Viggo was about to do... But all Viggo was doing was cupping his cheek and looking into his eyes.
"I hadn't known." was all he said. And Orlando was suddenly apologetic, holding him tighter and kissing him softly. He didn't even suspect it might be another ploy this time. But the kiss wasn't meant to be anything more than painfully sweet, though by the time Orlando pulled back, Viggo was lying flat on his back and with Orlando on top of him. Viggo seemed to really like this though, closing his eyes and tucking in against Orlando's neck, murmuring "Sleep now."
And Orlando laughed quietly, in haling the sent of Viggo's hair. "You're drunk."
"Yeah."
"So you should be asleep now."
"Would you be if you were me?"
Orlando pondered for a moment in silence. "No."
"I win."
To that, Orlando could only groan in frustration, unable to find a retort. Mature older man my arse.
"Wanker." He finally said, but found no response other than deep, slow breathing. Asleep already. Figured. "Love you." It was only a quick whisper against Viggo's hair and he reassured himself that Viggo hadn't heard.
Part 2: I'll be...