Viggo tightened his arms reflexively around the warm body snuggled against him, nuzzling the soft bristled top of Orli's head�wait a minute�Orli's head??? He blinked slowly at the ceiling, remembering that afternoon and how exactly the angel in his arms had ended up there. Orlando's head was resting half on his collarbone, and Viggo didn't want to move him. He lay silently for a while, until Orlando shifted enough so he could get up without disturbing the sleeping one. He needed to think, and that meant outside somewhere, in the woods behind the trailer probably�without the warmth of Orlando's body influencing his mind.

~*~

He wasn't sure why he was standing there, or how long. It just seemed like a good idea somehow. The scene of raindrops splashing onto the lake was poetic and beautiful...if he wasn't so much in shock right now, he'd be digging out his camera and taking pictures. But he was. �So he wasn't.
"Vig!" He blinked at hearing his name, urgently spilling from familiar mouth with familiar voice.
�Mouth�maybe not so familiar�more than he'd expected�and nowhere near as much as he'd like to be�. And he'd known that pretty much from the beginning.

�What he hadn't known�

"Viggo?" Orlando asked, all out of breath as he stopped, leaning half on him and half on the tree-trunk.

�was that he was in love.

He should say something. So he let Orlando catch his breath for a few more seconds, contemplating, then answered.
"Hey Orli." �Was that his voice? �He hadn't meant it to be so hoarse�
"Are�you�" Orlando was still breathing heavily, "�okay?" Viggo shrugged. "�'cause, um, it's fucking freezing out here, and I know that t-shirt isn't enough to keep you from catching your death of cold�and you're not even moving, or taking pictures�or anything�" Orlando fell silent as Viggo turned to him, eyes darkened and burning slowly with an intense fire.
"Orlando�" Viggo drew out the name, examining the feel of vibrations his mouth produced to make the sound. Definitely love-sick. "�can I�?" his hand had reached out to graze the knuckles against Orlando's cheek. He saw the answering light igniting in Orlando's eyes�familiar�. Remembering, wanting�needing. Maybe�just maybe as much as Viggo wanted�needed.

Their kiss was feverish, warmth of body heat mixing with cold raindrops and light touches and caresses that deepened to holding each other so tightly that neither was sure where one ended and the other began.
"Gods Vig, you're burning up�" Orlando was holding his face like it was the most precious thing in the world, and that felt good. Viggo turned his head slightly so he could kiss the palm of one hand, slipping out the tip of his tongue to taste it. Orlando moaned softly. "...let's get you inside somewhere and dry luv, this isn't exactly healthy...."
"Don'care'boutwhat'shealthy..." Viggo mumbled, but let Orlando lead him back towards the trailer.

~*~

Viggo sighed softly as Orlando pushed him back on the bed that they'd slept in earlier, pulling off his wet clothes as quickly and gently as possible. Orlando disappeared for a moment with his clothes and Viggo felt himself starting to pout at his absence. He was naked, cold, wet and shivering and...there was no Orlando. Why did he need his clothes off if there was no Orlando?

But Orlando came back right then, with a warm dry towel and some clothes he told Viggo were for him to put on once he was dry. His pout decided to stay once he realized that clothes off was really not leading to a good thing at all. A part of his mind was detachedly amused by his own behavior. But Viggo didn't feel up to the sensible, tough ranger-dude he played right now. Nonetheless, when Orlando noticed it, and grinned at him saying that he was just so cute when he did that, Viggo managed to glare.
" 'm not cute."
He felt the urge to stick out his tongue, but decided that was a bit immature, even in his current situation. Orlando just laughed and leaned in to kiss him on the forehead, avoiding his attempt to be kissed on the lips instead. Wanker. But he really couldn't be pouty when Orlando's hands were all over him, drying him with that soft soft towel, occasionally letting stray fingers trail over bare skin without any purpose in mind but to touch Viggo... "You should take these..." Orlando had stopped, which should make sense 'cause Viggo was all warm and dry now, but he mourned it all the same. Orlando was holding a tablet up to him, medication. He didn't like swallowing pills without water. Feeling too tired to voice his need, he looked up into Orlando's eyes pleadingly instead. Orlando sighed, not too disappointedly, Viggo noticed, and put the pill in his own mouth.

Viggo looked at him quizzically before understanding dawned on his face as Orlando leaned towards him. He opened his lips hungrily for the kiss, sliding up too warm hands on Orlando's back, and falling back on the bed; and though somewhere in there he must have swallowed the pill, neither of them had any intention of stopping.