He knew he should say something. Anything. Where was that useful smile when he needed it�? Oh, there�he forced it on his face as he found it.
A rough, warm, calloused hand reached out to smooth it away. Easing the tortured and forced muscles back until Orli's face was returned to its original expression.

Eyes bright with unshed tears and lips trembling just the tiniest bit. He leaned into the hand as much to hide as to keep the touch. He can't believe he's about to cry, trying to swallow the tears choking him and he can't take facing anyone right now, not even�and especially�not Viggo. But Viggo had chosen that moment to move closer, putting his other arm around Orli and guiding his head to a shoulder.

The gentle, ever so gentle, thumb stroking his jaw-line and the corner of his lips caught the first of the warm salty tears that were soon soaking the forest-green of Viggo's shirt.
Orli was held tightly as he clutched at Viggo, sobbing wordlessly, unable to make sense of the soothing murmur of Viggo's soft rough voice�so like his hands�Orli thought, other than�sweetheart..????

"Viggo�?" grey-green eyes that usually filled his dreams looked down at him, and the extremely tender expression in them caught his breath.
"Yes?" he couldn't say anything. He just blinked slowly and Viggo watched the wet lashes flutter down. Viggo seemed lost to instinct, leaning down and cupping Orli's chin gently and kissing the wet shadows cast by the eyelashes. Tracing the track of the tears down to Orli's lips where a darting tongue was catching a salty drop, but caught Viggo's mouth instead.
He licked tentatively at the warm lips, parted slightly�they tasted of his own tears�and something else he couldn't define other than it was deliciously addictive�and Viggo. He sucked at them, exploring further inside with his tongue, stroking, searching, for he didn't know what....

He heard the soft groan less than he felt it, his hands sliding up and tightening their grip in Viggo's hair. He felt Viggo pull away just a bit to look at him, "�Orli?"
He leaned forward, pulling Viggo back to him, "Don't stop�" and then, "...please�" at the questioning hesitation in Viggo's eyes. He nuzzled at the hollow of Viggo's throat, and the faint "..I need you" was almost inaudible to Viggo, who gathered the pliant body in his arms and deposited Orli onto the bed.
He felt a moment of deprivation until Viggo climbed in after him, having gathered the blankets around them. Orli snuggled against his body, enjoying the warmth. He felt so safe..and secure and�loved�?

"Orli�" he looked up, and Viggo kissed him quickly before continuing, "�what's wrong�? Why were you�?" he brushed the damp skin under his eyes. The concern in Viggo's almost made him cry again�and he started laughing softly at the thought, crying because he felt loved. �How�feminine.
He was still grinning at that as Viggo looked adorably confused. "I'm sorry, I'm acting like some emotional female�or something...." The corner of Viggo's lips turned up at that. And yes, he wanted them that way. Viggo's smile was an entirely rare and precious thing. Especially ones like this...meant for no one but him�or so he'd told himself, never having believed it before. But in the past few minutes, he'd not only kissed Viggo Mortensen and was currently in bed with him, Orli was about to�tell him�finally.

He sat up, "I just�" he'd stopped grinning, trying to gather his thoughts.
"I broke up with Sarah�" he started again, going on before Viggo could interrupt, "�I didn't care, I had it coming�it's�she knew I�" his eyes looked anywhere but at Viggo, "..sheknewhowIfeltaboutyoubecauseIcalledyournameoutinbed� and..she said she'd ignored it for long enough, that it was obvious and�and�" deep breath, "�it, it wouldn't bother me�I should've broken up with her�it's just..everything..everything keeps coming at me�at the same time�. I don't know if I'm good enough, if I even deserve to be here, and most of the time I manage to forget that, but sometimes I feel terrible, but I can't stop smiling and being an idiot because people expect that from me�and sometimes I don't know how much longer I can keep it up before I break. And I have no right to feel about you the way I do and every time I see Henry I'm reminded of that, but Iwantyousobadsometimesithurts�" he took another deep, shuddering breath, having curled up into an almost fetal position with his head tucked between his knees.

He realized he'd started sobbing again as he felt Viggo's arms enfold him and his body automatically molded itself into the older man's. He was pushed back, with the comforting weight of Viggo on top him, covering him, hands stroking his back, his sides, his face. Soothing, calming, and slowly salving wounded and frazzled nerves. He released his death grip on Viggo, settling for a gentler hold and an occasional, tentative caress. His breathing eased back from the short, rapid and shallow to a slower, deep, steady rhythm. He was so deathly tired out. Exhausted.

His breathing was melding itself into a pattern with Viggo's, and he relaxed into the comforting presence of sleep, cocooned by warmth of soft sheets and blankets and�Viggo.
The last thing he remembered was the texture of skin on Viggo's chest where a button had come undone, making a good hiding place for his face.