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Flying With Eagles	By : Zar Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 10191 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Flying with Eagles
Author: Zar
Email: squishypiglet@hotmail.co.uk
LJ: http://www.livejournal.com/users/squishypiglet/
Warnings: This is slash. Don't like it? Don't read it!
Pairings: Viggorli with special guest Eric Bana.
Disclaimer: This is not true, despite all my wishes.
Summary: Sorrow and Regret

Chapter 13

The one recurring idea was, “get him out, Get Him Out, GET HIM OUT!” But the only problem was, how?

Ryan and I are close because we’re different. He’s wild and crazy and if he wants something, he’ll go for it. Which is why he’s naked and I am gawking.

“Viggo…don’t look so worried. I won’t hurt you…”

He gives me a sly wink and all I can do is stare and shake my head.

“Yon’t n’t understand, Ryan…”

“Don’t understand what? Look, for the first time, we’re both single at the same time in the same place. Do you know how long I’ve waited for this day? I flew over as soon as I heard about your divorce. Viggo…there’s always been a strong sexual tension between us, even at the beginning. And I felt how you reacted to the kiss last night. What are you waiting for?”

What am I waiting for?

“Orlando.”

“What?”

Ryan’s looking confused now but grins slowly.

“Viggo, come over here.”

It seems my feet have a mind of its own and slowly bring me over to the back of the couch so I am looking directly down at him. I hadn’t noticed earlier from the angle I was standing at, but he’s got one hand wrapped around his cock and slowly stroking himself.

Oh. My. God.

To this day, this is the first man I have ever seen laid out before me in such a fashion, writhing and yearning for me while pleasuring himself. I’ve never felt so strongly for anyone, not even when Exene and I were at the peak of our turbulent relationship.

Here is a man, long thick blonde hair twisted casually over the armrest, sweaty strands sticking to his face, sweet lips parted and gasping my name. And his body…his golden gleaming body…

“That’s right, Viggo…just relax…” he’s growling and purring and I can’t help it but lean over and kiss him when his other hand pulls me down.

Distantly, I recognise that there is a cheery piano piece resonating in the background. Something happy and lilting in an innocent carefree melody…something that promises endless summer days and passion-filled nights…of gentle kisses and strong embraces.

Ironic because ultimately, this act is going to cause much sorrow and regret to both myself and the one man with whom I wanted to share all those things.

~~~

I don’t know if I should be proud of myself, but I didn’t have sex with Ryan. Well…not exactly. I couldn’t just leave him there when he was hard and growling my name…one hand job that Orlando isn’t going to know about anyway. It was lust. Just lust. Orlando doesn’t need to know. Orlando isn’t going to know.

Well…if everything goes according to the plan. Which is currently to get Ryan out of the place.

I cleaned up the couch as best as I could with wet towels and soap and took the cushions that couldn’t be savaged into my room and stuffed them under the bed. They can stay there until I can figure out a better plan.

Ryan did not see why I was so frenzied and I had no idea how to explain the Orlando situation so I just blurted that I had a friend coming over and he had to get out. We are true friends – he knows that pushing me to tell him would just agitate me and cause me to withdraw even more so he just kissed me softly on the cheek, picked up his wallet and went “out for dinner with some friends”. I can only wish he won’t come back only to find my god here.

I can only assume that Orlando wants to have dinner if he mentions coming over “later tonight”, so I am preparing him chicken – although not the same unique recipe I had planned for Beanie. Orlando deserves better than a practical joke, and though he doesn’t realise I’ve already wronged him, I am going to try and make up for it by trying harder.

~~~

The door opens to reveal a tousled god wearing a soft long-sleeved jumper and brown pants…and again at an endearing angle is the beret. He is sweetness wrapped in brown and black and I just want to hug him. It is actually surprising that Crutch-man isn’t here towering behind him, but I suppose Mr Leopard-god trusts his darling to take the lift up here by himself.

He’s biting his lip and looking rather uncomfortably at me.

“Is this a bad time? I know I said I would come by, but if you’re busy – “

My body language must be threatening, seeing that I have both arms braced against the door jambs as if to keep him out. I hadn’t even realised what I must have looked and immediately pulled myself away to let him in.

“No, I am sorry. Please come in.”

He’s still looking a little reluctant so I decide to voice how I am really feeling as I lead him in slowly, helping with the crutches.

“I was really looking forward to seeing you again, Orlando.”

“Me too.”

“You were looking forward to seeing yourself again?”

I pretend to look surprised at him and he lets out a chuckle. It’s a lame line but it works to break tension although at the cost of making me look stupid.

“That’s not what I meant…wow, this is a great apartment.”

I’ve helped him to the couch and he’s twisted himself to look out the great panes of glass. His face is highlighted by the setting sun and he has closed his eyes to bask in the remaining warmth. It really would take a god to have lashes that impossibly long…and they curl as well. I am suddenly overcome by the urge to see Johnson and I gently tug the beret away. I’ll just admit it – I have a hair fetish, especially when it’s long gh tgh to run your fingers throut ant and watch the curls bounce back.

The little smile on his face grows and he bumps his head against my hand like a puppy would. I feel like a betrayed this perfect innocent creature enjoying the feel of my hand in his hair…and I can’t help the stab of guilt piercing at me.

Have I ruined everything for us?

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