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Beautiful Moment	By : puremalevolence Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 2299 -:- 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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Filming had unfortunately not been cancelled and everyone was up and working by seven thirty. They’d been informed that this would be their last day filming in this location and that time afterwards was to be spent packing up and moving out of their hotel rooms which had been home to many of them for nearly a month. Looked like Orli and the boys would either have to find a new hotel to infest or stay in their trailers.
The hotel had been nice, Orlando thought, but the only reason he’d stayed there in the first place was a) because he’d thought the air conditioning would be a nice luxury and b) it was closer to the city than his trailer. But seeing as how he never really used the air conditioner and they’d have to drive a few miles out of the way to get to the city from their next filming location, anyway, he resolved the trailer would suit him just fine.
He was eager to get to the hotel and pack up all his stuff. The sooner that was done, the sooner he could join the boys on the road, and the sooner they got settled in their new location, the sooner he could sleep. Mondays were always his worst day, and he needed to catch up on lost sleep from the weekend. He only hoped that he’d leave his dreams of Viggo behind. Memories of that night were bugging him enough and impure thoughts were being squashed underfoot, left and right. He didn’t need dreams to add to his aggravation.

***
The days following Orlando’s drunken leap of faith were awkward and uncomfortable for him, but even more so for his victim. Viggo hadn’t any excuse, no alcohol in his system to act as a flashing handicap sign. He’d tongue tangoed with Orlando in the open field of sobriety, and there was no explanation for his rash actions other than the obvious: that he was only human and that Orlando, a very attractive young man, had started it. He knew he could have stopped it from going as far as it had, but the fact remained that he hadn’t. He’d allowed it to continue and had even encouraged it, and it bothered him.
Orlando really wasn’t too bad off, for he wore the excuse around his neck like a VIP pass. Anyone who took the time to read it would have seen that it said: Yeah, I snogged Viggo's brains out, but that’s ok cause I was DRUNK.
Nobody really more than glanced at it, though.
Viggo tried his best to remain professional and not think about their horny adolescent boy episode at the hotel while they acted with each other, but it wasn’t as easy as he thought it would be. Things like that couldn’t just be swept under the rug and forgotten, and the more he let it go, the bigger the mess got till there was a huge bulge in the rug that tripped him every time he walked over it. There were too many unanswered questions, too many things left unresolved. Was it just a drunken blunder or did the boy actually have feelings for him? If he were to make a move when they were both sober, would the younger man push him away with a dirty look? Would he simply chuckle at the misunderstanding? Jesus, Vig. I was drunk at the time. You don’t think I’d actually do that, sober, do you? Then of course there was scenario number three…
He’d been regretting it at the time, but now he was proud of himself for refusing to go into Orlando’s room. God knows what would have happened, then. He thought things were dodgy, now…
On the third day, he made up his mind. He’d avoided it for long enough, and he just had to know. He couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t do his job, properly. He had to know one way or another. That’s all he wanted. He couldn’t afford to want more.

***
Orlando’s talk with Liv on the way home from the airport had gone well. So well, in fact, that they ended up continuing it inside Liv’s trailer. She helped him work through his feelings and he helped her unpack.
“You have to talk to him about it,” she said after Orlando’s story had been told. Her words confirmed what Orlando had known all along, only it somehow seemed more important coming from another person. “You know he’ll listen to you. He won’t turn you away without hearing every word you have to say.”
“No, he’s too polite for that.”
“Its not just that and you know it. Viggo’s something else. He genuinely cares about everything everyone has to say and takes it into consideration. He’s not up-tight, at all.”
“He’s not a bad kisser, either.” Liv laughed.
“I know.” Orlando was so glad she was there for him to talk to. The guys were great mates, no question, but there were just some things, parts of himself he felt more comfortable imparting to a feminine ear, and this issue with Viggo was the perfect example.
“If you want my honest opinion,” she began, settling back into a chair and waiting for the go ahead from Orlando, which was given, instantly. “He likes you. He wouldn’t have done what he did if he didn’t.” Orlando raised an eyebrow and chuckled at the complicated statement. “No, I’m serious. If he wasn’t interested in you, even in the slightest, he would have pushed you away as soon as your lips met.”
“Maybe I’m just a good kisser. Maybe he’s not interested in me, personally, but what I was doing to him.” Liv shook her head.
“I don’t think so. I think you should talk to him about it. You guys would be so cute together.” Orlando rolled his eyes but couldn’t keep himself from blushing. Him and Viggo? Together? Like…_that way_? Yeah…right.
A sudden clap of thunder jerked Orlando from his thoughts and moved his attention to the open window. It had begun to rain. He took a deep breath of the fresh night air coming in through the window and closed his eyes. He loved the smell of warm summer rain, but it only distracted him from his ponderings for a short while.
It wasn’t that Orlando had never experienced feelings of a sexual nature toward members of the same sex. It wasn’t even like he’d been with another man, before. He wasn’t a child when it came to sex. But they weren’t talking about sex with just any guy, they were talking about Viggo. His dreams were about sex with Viggo, and Viggo was different from any of Orlando’s previous boys; the most noticeable of those differences being that he was a man. A man quite a few years Orlando’s senior who hadn’t shown any definite signs confirming his sexual preference, not counting that brief fling in the hallway at the hotel. The idea seemed ludicrous, yet Liv generally always knew what she was talking about when it came to things like these.
“Have you talked to him?” he asked. “You cheating and passing all this confidential information onto the enemy?”
“He’s not your enemy,” Liv said, giving Orli a ‘you dork’ look, which was quickly countered by his ‘I know, its just a figure of speech’ look. “And no, I haven’t. I don’t need to talk to him to be sure that he has the hots for you and it would be a terrible pity to let such potential go down the drain.”
“Potential for what?” Orlando said, ripping open a box and putting it on top of the table.
“The beginning of something more than just friendship. You’ve been flirting with Viggo for months, even though you may not realise it.”
“I’m like that with everyone,” he said, taking the clothes from the box and placing them in the drawers of Liv’s nightstand. “How long are you gonna be here for, anyway?” he asked, thinking that the amount of clothing she’d packed a ridiculously large amount for just a couple of days.
“No you’re not,” she said, ignoring his question. “Trust me. And he flirts back. You guys have been crushing on each other since this started. I’d have to be blind not to see the sparks flying all over the place. And before you open your mouth to deny it, just take time to do something you’ve never done before in your life and think for a couple minutes. Then you can say what you like,” she said, getting up and walking out of the room. Orlando shot a resentful glare at the back of her head as she disappeared behind the doorway. “I’m gonna get a soda. They should be cold by now. You want one?” Orlando said that he did and placed the last shirt into the drawer.
Liv vanished into the kitchen without another word, but what she said echoed in his mind. He’d had a crush on Viggo since they started filming? And Viggo liked him, as well?
Actually, he thought to himself, it’s not all that far-fetched. I’ve always admired Viggo, yeah…but maybe it’s a bit more than that. All right, so I’m attracted to him, and rightly so. He’s a great guy…fucking hot, as well… Why should I supress my wicked thoughts of him? It’s only natural. And why shouldn’t he fancy me? I’m the Elf, after all. Everyone wants to shag me.
But that was just egotistical garbage. Liv was talking about Viggo actually wanting a relationship with him. He supposed he could give it a shot, even if all he was interested in was a shag, now and then. He could live with that. She’d made some very good points. What did he have to lose?
“All right Miss Elven Princess,” he said upon her return. “I’ve made a decision, and it goes like this.”
“What is your decision, O’ Prince of Mirkwood?” she said, handing him his soda and opening her own.
“What you’ve said isn’t just a bunch of crap and wishful thinking.”
“Why, thank you,” she said, raising her can to him in a mock salute.
“No, really.” He popped the tab on his soda and took a long drink. It was still fairly warm but he didn’t mind. He’d worked up a bit of a sweat helping Liv with her things and thinking about Viggo. The drink was refreshing. “I have nothing to lose. I’m going over there…”
“When?” she asked, her gaze fixed with anticipation.
“Soon as I finish this fizzy,” he said, and downed the rest of it in gulps so big they made his head swim.
His mind made up, the empty can in his hand, he turned to fulfill his destiny with Liv’s warm smile of encouragement resting warmly on his back.
“That’s my Orli,” she said as soon as she’d heard the door to her trailer close. She enjoyed his company, but she could honestly say that she hoped he wouldn’t be coming back there, that night, for his sake. She had a good feeling that he wouldn’t be returning to his own trailer, either.

***
Viggo didn’t understand what the big deal was. Why is this so hard for me? he asked himself, his hand resting uneasily on the doorknob, ready to turn it at any second but remaining absolutely still. He knew he was older, more experienced and more mature than Orlando was, yet he still felt strangely inferior, like Orlando somehow had the upper hand. It wasn’t as though he’d done anything wrong or committed some horrible crime against humanity, so why did he feel like he had? He hadn’t made the first move, that had been Orlando. But why, then, did he feel like he was the one responsible?
Suddenly the doorknob turned beneath his hand, causing it to jerk back from it as if burned.
The door was unlocked, allowing it to swing open, freely when Orlando pushed it. Allowing Viggo full-view of the man standing before him, rain water dripping from his long, dark eyelashes, his nose, his ears, his chin. It soaked through his white t-shirt and revealed the fabulous musculature and smooth olive skin that when dry it was designed to conceal.
“Liv call you and tell I was coming or something?” he asked. The question caught Viggo off-guard, as did its asker.
“No…was she supposed to?” Orlando shook his head, the movement causing the droplets of water than had been dangling from his ears to detach and trickle down his neck.
“Never mind. I came over here to talk to you.” Viggo chuckled and tried not to sound too nervous.
“That’s funny, I was just going to go over and talk to you.”
“Well you wouldn’t have found anyone at home unless ‘Lij is raiding my fridge, again.” Viggo laughed again, this time displaying no sign of nervousness, or at least he hoped he wasn’t. “I was helping Liv unpack.”
“Ah…” The two stood in silence for a moment, no sound but the rain pitter patting around them.
“You gonna let me in, or what?” Orlando asked, after a time. He was completely soaked.
“Oh, yeah, sorry,” Viggo said, stepping out of the doorway and allowing his unexpected guest room to pass through. “The rain is hypnotising,” he said, though it hadn’t been the rain that was hyptnotising him.
“Nice night for it,” said Orlando, stepping inside. “So about that night…”
“I, uh…” Viggo already knew he was making a fool of himself (though Orlando really didn’t think so.) “Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about that, too.”
“Really?” Viggo was touched by the innocent sincerity of Orlando’s voice. It comforted him. Maybe discussing this wouldn’t be a total loss, after all.
“Yeah…but by all means, you go ahead.” Orlando shrugged his shoulders and sighed. Now was as good a time as any. He figured that this time he would just come out and say it. No bullshit.
“Why did you refuse me?”
Viggo blinked. He should have known the guy would have been forthcoming.
“Well…you were pretty damn drunk, Orli…”
“That the only reason?”
Shit, but the man was drilling him…
“Well, that’s the principle reason, I guess you could say…yeah.”
“So, if I hadn’t been smashed you would have kept going. I mean, you would have come inside?”
“Your room?” Viggo asked, scratching the back of his neck and avoiding the other man’s eyes.
Orlando smiled. “Yes, Viggo, my room.” He was glad to see Viggo was worse off than he was as far as being shy went. It sounded selfish, but watching Viggo practically wet himself with anxiety made it easier for Orlando to keep his cool.
“Let me ask you a question.”
“Answer mine, first,” Orlando said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Why did you kiss me? Was it just because you were drunk?”
“Say you refused me solely for that reason and I’ll answer you. Say it.”
Viggo took a deep breath and looked around the room at everything but the dripping young man in front of him. Orlando had led him straight into a trap. He couldn’t escape. He may as well suck it up and face defeat like a man.
“All right,” he said, forcing himself to look Orlando dead in the eye. He was an actor. He could do this. No problem. “I only pushed you away,” he spoke slowly and soundly as he moved closer to Orli till their faces were a mere half a foot apart, “because you were drunk off your ass, and that I knew if we went any further we would both severely regret it in the morning. I refused because I knew that as hard as this conversation is, and I know its hard for you, too, no matter what you’d have me think, Elfboy…” the corners of Orlando’s mouth curled into a smirk but his eyes on Viggo’s never broke their stare, “…that it would be impossible if I had laid one foot inside your door…or a finger inside your pants.” He’d delivered the last sentence at the risk of flushing scarlet but he maintained composure and the point had been driven home clear as crystal.
The two stood staring at one another and not moving a muscle for what seemed like hours before Orlando finally spoke up.
“So that’s it.”
“That’s it.”
Oh hell yes.
“I’m not drunk, now.”
Orlando had closed the distance between their bodies in the amount of time it took the lightening to rip through the sky in a bright bolt of sizzling electricity that shook the entire trailer. Perfect timing, they thought as Orlando pushed Viggo backwards, kissing him forcefully and hungrily. It was almost as if someone had queued the lightening to strike at that exact moment, but this was no movie.
Back, back, back till Viggo felt his head thump hard against the wall. Orlando moved his hand up and laced his wet fingers through Viggo’s thick hair, providing a cushion between the wall and his head.
Viggo slipped his hand up inside Orlando’s wet shirt and slid it over the cold flesh of the younger man’s chest. The shirt had lost its purpose and Orlando wasted no time in ripping the soggy fabric from himself, a spray of cold water flying in all directions as he pulled it over his head and threw it to the floor.
Now there was nothing between Viggo’s warm hands and strong arms and Orlando’s damp flesh, which had gone entirely into goosebumps the second the shirt had been removed. Orlando could feel the hairs on his arms standing on end as Viggo ran his fingers along the length of his spine with one hand and massaged the nape of his neck with the other. Soon, Orlando no longer felt himself shivering with cold, but with delirium as the hand not immersed in Viggo’s hair attempted to liberate his swollen manhood from the suffocating prison of his jeans.
Viggo’s fingers ceased their dance along Orlando’s back and caught the hand that struggled to undo his pants. He wanted to do it. He’d wanted to do it Sunday night at the hotel but his sense of morality had stopped him. There was nothing to stop him, now.
Orlando breathed a sigh laden with pleasure and relief as the fly of his trousers popped open and freed his erection, letting it rest lightly against the thin fabric of his boxer shorts.
Orli didn’t even have to ask Viggo to touch him; his hand was already inside his underwear, closing around his length and solidifying it further, moving slowly up and down, creating a great heat against the dry flannel and making Orli squirm with need.
Orlando wrapped his arms around Viggo’s neck and swung him around so that he now stood sandwiched between the older man and the wall. It was heaven but it wasn’t enough. He needed to get his pants the rest of the way off.
Breaking away from Viggo’s touch would have been agony, so Orlando did his best to remove his clothes without breaking the contact…he simply had to get these damn pants and shoes off…but it was no use. He wouldn’t be able to get his shoes off without bending to untie them, and he couldn’t rightly do that with Viggo’s hand around him.
His enflamed organ sent waves of protest over Orlando’s body as he kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks and ripped his pants off. Viggo did the same with his own pants and Orlando did the honour of removing his shirt for him.
Once these, the only remaining obstacles were out of the way, Orlando braced his back flat against the wall and grabbed Viggo by the shoulders. He jerked his lower body upwards and wrapped his legs tight about Viggo’s waist so that his testicles rested just below the other man’s navel. He was glad his back rested on a smooth surface. He could just imagine the interesting pattern that would have been left had the wall been textured, not to mention the burn.
Wrapping his arms around Viggo’s neck, once more, he brought their lips together in a smouldering kiss. He moaned into his mouth as Viggo commenced his affair with his cock with his right hand, and fingered the moist orifice of his backside with the other. He could feel Viggo’s erection growing against the underside of his thigh as he wriggled a finger inside. The sudden penetration made him gasp and writhe against the wall. He squirmed like a worm on a hook as Viggo moved his right hand ever faster, creating an enormous friction between them.
Orlando whimpered against Viggo’s lips as the finger was removed from his ass. He was ready to scream at Viggo, ready to demand that he fuck him, that he couldn’t stand it anymore.
He came hard and hot against Viggo’s stomach. Viggo wet his fingers with the sticky liquid and slid one up inside Orlando. This time it glided much more easily. Viggo took more of the semen and slicked his own cock till it all but dripped to ensure that entry would be as smooth as possible.
“You sure you want this?” he whispered gruffly against Orlando’s neck.
“Yes, Viggo. Now. I need it _Now_” he said, pressing his ass down on top of Viggo’s erection for emphasis. Without giving Orlando a chance to second guess himself, Viggo took one of his cheeks and spread as far it from the other as it would go.
“This is gonna hurt.” Before Orlando could thank Captain Obvious and retort that he didn’t give a damn, pain pierced him like never before, like nothing else ever could as Viggo’s erection was thrust into him and he cried out, his face pointed at the ceiling. Yes, Viggo was as human as the next man, or the last man, for that matter, but he was also bigger.
The muscles in Orlando’s abdomen tightened as his stomach crunched and he dug his heels into the small of Viggo’s back, applying downward pressure to the soft round flesh below much to the other man’s enjoyment. Orli’s eyes were pinched so tightly shut he could see stars appearing behind his lids and tears were squeezed from the corners but this is what he wanted.
Orlando had never felt pain such as this, nor had he felt such elation, and Viggo was not yet fully enveloped inside his quivering wet sheath. But it only got better once he was all the way inside and every last inch pressed against the walls of his rectum with a heat unmatched by anything either man had ever before experienced. Viggo felt Orlando grow hard against his stomach and reached a hand down to help the erection along, fingers hesitating to tease the dark curls above before making their way down further to the pinnacle of the young man’s desire.
Orlando’s grip around Viggo’s neck tightened as he was thrust into, slowly at first then with building force and speed. It didn’t hurt anymore. Now all he felt were the tensing of his stomach muscles, his back sliding against the wall in a constant up-down cadence, his head banging lightly against it when he lifted his neck. Each puff of breath from his lips was reflected in Viggo’s, hot and sweet against his neck. With each thrust there was a burst of pure liquid pleasure, starting between his legs and spreading through his body like a drug, dispersing into the veins of his limbs and exiting through his fingertips like rays of light that were lost in the waves of Viggo’s golden brown hair.
They spent themselves nearly simultaneously, Viggo coming slightly before Orlando, for it was the first one's coming that set off the second.
There was nothing but warmth and raw energy between the two bodies and inside of Orlando, who clenched involuntarily around Viggo like a hand around a slippery bar of soap. There was no sound but the panting of two breaths from two mouths that became one in an occasional tender meeting. It was over, and yet it had just begun.
Viggo pulled himself from Orlando slowly and with a groan from deep within his throat. The young man loosed his leg hold around his waist, unlocked his ankles and let his legs slip down Viggo’s smooth backside. The next minute his feet were flat on the floor.
His legs were weak and gelatinous as he stood against the wall, his only stronghold the arms that held him and the body pressing him against it.
“I need to lay down,” he murmured breathily against Viggo’s neck as he nuzzled it, softly. He felt Viggo nod and pull back from him, slightly.
“Let’s go to bed,” he said, kissing Orlando’s mouth sweetly and cupping his face with a hand that was cool in contrast.
“Bed?” Orlando asked as he followed Viggo into the bedroom on shaky knees. “What time is it?”
“I said bed, not sleep.” He walked into the dark room and lay on the far side of the bed. Orlando smiled into the darkness as he made his way over to Viggo, feeling cool silky fabric beneath his hands and knees as he crawled within the blackness. His eyes would adjust soon enough, but for now he found the darkness erotic and exciting and let his other senses take over, for sight is often overrated.
He lowered himself down into Viggo’s open arms and onto his warm body, pressing his chest against Viggo’s, letting his nipples be tickled by the wispy curls that covered his breast. Within the intimate embrace Orlando stifled the hot breath upon his face with a fervent kiss. Both their tongues and legs entwined as the kiss took flight. Orlando felt his way up Viggo’s arms and stopped when he reached their hands, bringing them to rest at his side while caressing his palms with his fingers and finally intertwining them with Viggo’s. He drove his tongue hard and swift inside Viggo’s mouth as like it were a cup containing the most delicious thing he had ever tasted and he would not be satisfied until every ounce of the stuff had been consumed and savoured. Viggo’s tongue responded with equal vigour, swirling about Orlando’s and wrestling with it in a nearly competitive manner.
So much tempestuous oral activity made Orli’s nether regions stir and he felt a third erection coming on as the kiss continued.
Let me fuck you, he pleaded silently, unlatching his hand from the grip in which Viggo held it and moving it to rest on Viggo’s inner thigh, gently willing it outward. Getting the message, Viggo moved his legs further apart but then stopped and decided on something better.
He broke away from the kiss and let go of Orlando’s other hand. Orli’s mouth wouldn’t abide the separation and latched onto whatever Viggo would allow; his neck, his collarbone, his shoulder, his back. Viggo had turned beneath Orlando and was now situated in such away that beckoned Orlando inside of him without words.
Still wet from its previous two eruptions, his prick slid inside Viggo with ease considering special care to lubricate the entrance had not been taken.
Orlando moaned against the base of Viggo’s neck and opened his mouth to the soft strands of hair resting there. Brushing them gently aside with his nose, he kissed the exposed skin and made the first inward thrust. Viggo inhaled sharply and clenched around Orlando, who brought his hips forward again, but Viggo did not relax his muscles.
Could this be his first time at this? Orlando wondered, making a trail of kisses between the older man’s shoulder blades.
“Relax,” he whispered against Viggo’s back, the expulsion of hot air making him shudder. “I’m not half the size you are.”
“You’re exaggerating,” Viggo spoke softly into the pillow. Orlando grinned and drove his hips forward, again.
“It’s called a compliment.”
After the first few moments of perpetual thrusting Viggo finally began to relax and even to enjoy himself. It was strange and slightly uncomfortable, but as the intensity and speed of the thrusts increased he found himself becoming more and more aroused and allowed an occasional moan past his lips, which served as immense encouragement for Orlando.
To the young man’s triumph he lasted much longer than he had in his dream and when he came inside Viggo it was sweeter than in any dream he’d ever had, and he breathed a sigh of satisfaction.
Viggo felt his cock would ignite if it wasn’t tended to soon but before he could so much as lift a finger to its aid, Orlando had pulled out and Viggo was flat on his back.
I’ll make you come so hard you won’t know down from up, Orlando thought imperiously as he wrapped his lips around the first few inches of Viggo’s erection in a carnal kiss.
Viggo’s eyes and mouth sprung wide open as Orlando slid his tongue over the hot tender flesh, sucking at the head and wringing from it salty sweet drops to quench his tongue’s greedy thirst.
Viggo groped the silky sheets beside him, his hips bucked upwards and he came, panting and sweating and shuddering as Orlando withdrew. That one definitely held a high rank on his list of top ten orgasms, and he’d had enough for that to mean something.
Orlando sat and beheld the site, before him. His eyes had adjusted to the dim light, by now, and he could see the faint outline of Viggo’s face and the expression it wore. It was to die for. Mmm my preciousss...
Once Viggo had regained the ability to move, he reached out for Orlando and gathered him in his arms. Orli leaned into the contact and allowed his head to be brought down on top of Viggo’s heaving chest. He snuggled against the soft hair that grew there and draped an arm over Viggo’s shoulder and gently stroked the soft skin beneath his palm. Viggo ran his hands along Orli’s back, dipping down into the curve above his buttocks and bringing his touch back up again to stroke his head and neck.
Orlando sighed with contentment and kissed Viggo’s adam’s apple. Coming over to chat had definitely not been a total waste. It felt so nice to be held, especially by Viggo. It wasn’t awkward, at all. He made himself a mental note to take Liv out for a thank you dinner, later.
“The score’s still uneven, you know,” he said rubbing his nose on Viggo’s stubbly throat.
“Mmm?” The older man was already half asleep.
“I’m ahead of you, three to two.” Viggo chuckled.
“That’s fine. You win. Blow me in the morning and we’ll call it even, okay?” Orlando smiled.
“Right, then.”
“That was a joke.”
“We’ll see.”
They fell asleep in each other’s arms, waking now and then to lay a sleepy kiss on the other’s lips, cheeks or forehead, but neither moved more than that till morning. Neither had been so euphoric for a very long time. The only thing weighing heavily on their minds was the thought of having to end this bliss to get up for work the next day, but at least they’d be able to spend it together, now without the unpleasantness of earlier days. Things were right as the rain falling gently on the sleeping world around them.
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