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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: How the night ends…

Note: Sorry this one took so long! But when you read it, you'll figure out why. It was hard to write...well, for me! I don't usually write stuff like this, so you'll have to excuse the uh, crapiness of this chapter!

Chapter 51

I am sure we went back upstairs at some point, but looking back at it, the details aren’t really so clear. I could only see deep chocolate eyes, breathe in that warm scent of his silky skin and hear the enchanting tunes he was coaxing from the instrument.

“You are amazing,” I murmur to him while we’re in the lift.

My arms have been permanently wrapped around his waist the whole night, and I can feel the rumble of his chuckle vibrate through his body.

“I am just pleased you had a happy birthday, Viggo.” I guess it’s true what they say, you really can hear a smile in someone’s voice. He’s smiling all over the place.

“Belated birthday,” I correct and he just chuckles again.

“Well, belated birthday boy, are you up for one more birthday surprise?”

He’s already done so much for me… “Another one?” And did I have to sound so hopeful??

“Yep. One more…”

“Does it involve you naked?” my mouth quipped without conferring with my brain.

It was the most inappropriate thing I could have possibly said at the moment and I realised it the second his body freezes.

Shit, shit. Crap, crap.

“No, no,” I force out a loud laugh that is creepy as it echoes hollowly, “I was just joking. You know, haha…it’s supposed to be funny.”

I can feel Orlando taking in a deep breath, then he turns around to face me.

“Actually, the surprise does have me naked in it.”

Maybe it does, but the taut look on his face, further emphasised by the strained smile doesn’t do much to convince me that this is what he really wants.

“Orlando, no…I was just joking. Stupid joke. Let’s drop it.”

We arrive then, and at least it gives me something to do, gently guiding him back into our apartment.

I give him a little space as I internally freak out for a moment, going to the kitchen to make coffee and generally putter around trying to work off the sudden flood of nervousness.

When I return to the living room, he’s sitting on the couch and facing a blank TV. Not such a great sign, I think, but when he hears me walking over to him, the smile on his face is genuine.

“Muffin?” I try tentatively as I hand him his teddy mug of sweet coffee.

“It’s okay, Viggo. Really. It was truly what the surprise was. But…it just got me a little uncomfortable to actually hear you say it.”

Nothing to say. I don’t know what to say.

“Well,” he tries again, “it’s obviously something you’ve been thinking a lot about, huh?”

“What…” I clear my suddenly dry throat and try again, “what makes you say that?”

He looks at me quickly from the corner of his eyes before turning back to face forward. “…I can tell.”

I don’t think there’s really anything to say after your boyfriend more or less informs you that he thinks you’re a perve. So I settle for shifting uneasily beside him and trying to sip at my too hot drink.

“So, Vig…” oh no, what is he going to say now? “…do you want to try now?”

I couldn’t help it. I choked.

It was such a weird and unsexy way of stating it. ‘Do you want to try now’, he asks…

“No, Orlando.”

He immediately starts to fidget.

“You-you don’t?”

That didn’t come out the way I was expecting.

“Muffin, all I am saying is…we don’t have to do anything. Maybe we should wait until you’re ready.”

He puts down his mug with a clang and stands up, all the while keeping his eyes away from me.

“I am ready now. Come on, let’s just get it done.”

What the hell does that mean??

Things are moving too quickly, but with an oomph, he tugs at me to get up. His back still isn’t strong enough for him to pull me up, but I oblige, not wanting him to strain himself.

Do you ever get that pit in the bottom of your stomach? Like when the school bully out of nowhere steps aside and lets you go to the bathroom before them when you’re really really desperate for the loo? That feeling that something is wrong yet you can’t pinpoint why…yet if you get what you’re hoping to get, it would make all your dreams come true.

That was the feeling I got then as we walked to the bedroom.

Step by step. Closer to hell…or paradise.

We stood in front of the door and just stopped. I don’t know about him, but it was hard resisting the urge to just walk away without taking this step.

One deep breath from him. One from me. One more from him, then a determined hand reaches forward and pushes the door open.

I guess this is it.

If I am going to be honest about it…yes, I want this. More than anything. Of course I do. I’ve spent hours, days, alone wanking off in that bathroom, and to finally be handed this on a silver platter, I want to shout and dance my glee away. To be able to join as one with the man who already houses my soul? To let us experience something that will be ours alone? There are not enough words in the world to possibly describe how much I want, need, desire, crave, long, yearn to be with him emotionally as well as physically. But I only want this if he does too…odd, but that must be one of the ways you know you’re truly in love with someone. When his needs surpass your own.

Mechanically, Orlando starts to rid me of my shirt, eyes downcast focused solely on pushing buttons through their eyelets. One at a time, pushing them out, and sliding my shirt further down.

I frown. This is not how I wanted things to advance.

“Orlando…”

From the look on his face, I think he expected me to stop him.

“Is this not what you expected, Viggo?”

The light in the room is turned down low and his eyelashes cast shadows over his cheeks when he blinks tiredly at me. There are crisp clean bedsheets on the bed, and it tugs a smile on my face. After our little talk earlier, he must have gone to change the sheets so we wouldn’t have to sleep in those he shared with Eric.

Tonight is not the night.

One night, it will be. But not on a night after we’ve been on such a crazy rollercoaster of emotions. But most of all, it will be on a night when his mouth is turned up in a smile, when his eyes dance and his voice will tremble with desire, not trepidation…and not with this weak shadow of himself I see now.

“Long day, muffin…you must be exhausted. We need our sleep if we’re buying you a piano tomorrow, darling.”

This time, it’s my turn to undress him like a child while he watches with dark eyes, just following my movements with his gaze, lifting his arms when I pull at his shirt, and obediently stepping out of his pants. Then we’re curled up together in the bed with him lying full-length against me, his head tucked under my chin and his curls tickling my nose.

Much better. I breathe in deeply, relishing the smell of his hair and kiss Johnson.

“Are you sure this is okay?” comes a soft voice.

I don’t know why he’s always striving to please me – he should know that everything he does makes me happy.

“More than okay.”

“You really don’t want to try…having sex?”

My legs twine with his almost subconsciously. His comment only corroborated the fact that putting it off is the right thing to do. He’s just not ready for this…but it makes my heart soar to know how much he loves me, even to the extent of doing something he does not want to make me happy.

“Yes. One day…we’ll make love, I promise, but not tonight, muffin.”

One day when he will tell me what’s wrong, when he’s no longer hiding things from me.

“I can give you pleasure, I think I know how…” he tries, giving me a long open-mouth kiss, only to pull away from me and slide down my body.

It hurts me. It hurts to think that he believes he needs to do this for me. It hurts imagining how his previous boyfriends must have treated my prince.

His hand has already reached inside my boxers and started gently touching me, while his eyes are fixed on my face, intently watching for my reaction.

I balk. Normally, simply his presence is enough to arouse me and with him half-sprawled on me, tonight is no exception. His hands are warm, the grip strong and against my will, my cock gives an excited twitch.

“It’s not so bad, is it?” he asks, a small smile slowly working its way onto his face, “You’re getting hard...”

He pulls his hand free and in front of my stunned gaze, in a move that’s both seductive yet innocuous, licks his hand from the palm right up to the tips with the flat of his tongue. I can just make out the wet muscle as it makes its way between his fingers then he’s leaning over again to pull down my boxers and resume the stroking, now combined with sleek wetness and more heat. Oh god, the stroking. Oh god, the heat. More heat than I could possibly imagine. It wrenches an involuntary groan from deep in my throat and I feel my entire body shudder at the sensation.

But none of that compares to the radiant look on his face as he watches me find pleasure in his touch.

He’s so beautiful.

But all of this gives me an odd feeling, like something is not quite right…

…then his wrist twists and whatever I wanted to say disappears as I arch my back to thrust harder into his talented hands. God, he doesn’t know the effect he has on me.

“You look magnificent,” he whispers to me in an awed whisper and all I can do is try to get my arms to move. I need to hold him. Anchor him to me.

It takes some manoeuvring since none of my body wants to cooperate. My legs and arms feel like lead though my fingers have curled themselves into fists, as if to try and contain the rush inside me. My prince must have realised I wanted more contact because he raises himself, and then he is right up against me, our foreheads touching, my breath laboured and uneven against his cheek as his lashes mingle with mine. Kisses pressed in what seems to be random manner all over my face. His strokes are a little tentative, but he has already found the perfect grip to drive me to distraction – the one Exene could never deliver. She always touched me as she wanted to be touched herself, softly, carefully, gently…a woman could never truly understand how it feels without having a cock to experiment with themselves. But Orlando…oh god, Orlando.

I voice the sentiment and he laughs, the hot breath against my cheek making me throw my head back to bare my neck to more of his attention. More. I want more. More heat, more grip, more touches, more everything.

Now he’s up close to me, I can return the favour and I try to unclench a fist to snake between our bodies. Passing over the planes of his stomach, I make a quick bypass to caress and rub at his hip, then firmly stroking along the V to his crotch and under his boxers.

“No, Viggo…tonight is for you,” he tries to dissuade, unsuccessfully angling his body away from my hand.

I should have guessed this. I should have known.

Closing my eyes briefly for a moment, I take his hand away from slightly wilting erection and lace it with mine.

“Nothing? Nothing at all, muffin?”

He sighs and leans back, finally giving me permission to see him as I have wanted for nights uncounted.

The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. The horrible bully is opening the bathroom door…

This will be the first good look of him I will ever have, and my curiosity makes me sit up to fully appreciate the view. Even though he still has his boxers on, I have a pretty good guess that he’s not actually having as much fun as me.

“Can I…?” I gesture and with a sigh, he nods his acquiescence.

The red stripy boxers are stripped away and the sight of his vulnerable face tilted up to meet me is heartbreaking.

He’s perfect all over, and as expected, his cock is certainly no exception. If there were ever any that could be termed ‘pretty’, it would be this one. My prince isn’t as thick as me, he’s slightly more slender but he’s a very respectable size and such a pretty shade of pink as it is nestled in his moist curls, so soft and silky. Soft.

“You’re not even a little aroused?” I have to ask, pulling him into my arms as I watch him shut his eyes.

My god won’t look at me and there is no response. It’s as if I hadn’t said anything, and to tell the truth, I don’t even know what to say now.

We just cuddle together in silence as he quietly sniffs against my neck and I run my hands up and down his back in what I hope is a comforting manner.

“I love you, Viggo…”

I start at that. There had been not a sound from him for so long I was sure he had fallen asleep and I had resigned myself to a sleepless night of lying awake and keeping him comforted in my arms.

“I love you too, muffin. And I’ll wait for you to tell me what’s wrong so we can fix it…together.”

Those watery eyes gazed at mine as he shifted and he leaned both elbows on either side of my neck so he was staring directly at me.

“I wish I were better for you.”

Don’t I wish I were a better man for you too…

“Shh, don’t say that, Orlando.”

“But it’s your birthday! You should be able to – ”

“Don’t say it,” I warn him. “I already have everything I wanted. You’re here, aren’t you?”

“You should be able to have sex! And have a boyfriend that understands your feelings and doesn’t fuck up! I can’t do anything right!”

Click. It’s as if a light is switched on and I see where it’s going…

“Does this have anything to do with…you feeling bad about sleeping with Eric? And trying to…make things up to me?”

It’s getting cold in the room now that we’re no longer engaged in…activities, and I use my foot to try and hook up the end of the blanket so I could drape it over us.

“I should have realised…why am I always messing things up, Viggo? I don’t want to mess up anymore…”

With a grunt, I roll him over me so now, I am the one looking down at him, pinning his arms to the sides of his head.

“You listen to me, Orlando Bloom.” I reach down and pinch his nipple when he keeps his face in the shadows and he squeals. “Listen. Everyone messes up from time to time, and we’ve already talked about this and moved on. Don’t think about it anymore. And maybe you used to ‘make things up’ with sex when you were with other boyfriends…but don’t you dare do that with me. If we ever make love, it’ll be for both of us, not just ‘pleasure for you, Vig’…it’ll be because we both want to, not because you feel obliged.”

There is silence after my little rant and I can see him biting his lip, the tears are probably going to start again. I didn’t mean to make him cry…

“C’mere…”

Wrapped arms, legs and bodies around each other, it’s easy to pretend that things are going to be okay.

“Things are going to be okay,” I reiterate out-loud. “Tomorrow, we’re going to get you a piano. And you can spend some time with Eric while he’s in London,” I say as cheerfully as I can manage, grasping onto threads of things that should please him.

“…did Sean tell you his big news yet?”

I pause.

“Big news? What news?”

“…then he’ll probably tell you tomorrow. And things really will be okay. It’ll all soon be okay.”

What does that mean? I am confused, but seeing the peaceful expression spreading across my god’s face when he pulls at the nape of my neck to bring our lips in contact, I let it rest and wait for tomorrow to come.

TBC...

Well? On a badness rating of 1 - 10, I am going to give that an 8. Ouch, eh? But thanks for sticking with this though it's been almost a month since the last chapter! I am sorry, but it's the end of term time now, and all those essays I should have done are starting to pile up!

I only got this chapter done because I watched '28 Days' yesterday with our sexy man Viggo in it and I had to write a little more...!

Osdip - Thanks for the encouragement, I love it when the little number of chapters goes up too - it means I didn't upload incorrectly and have to put the story up again! Hehe...

Kirin - Hey honey~ Haven't heard from you in ages, I hope you're still doing okay! I bet you're really busy with school and not finding enough time for your slashy needs. Don't forget, I know you slash crazy things! Remember our conversation? Hehe...

Shui - Hi!! I love your fangirl reviews, I might as well just admit it! I love the squealing and the mass hugs. *Mass hugs you back* I'll see about giving you a V Day chapter with Vig and Orli, but don't you think it's got to wait until next year? I can't do one yet! It's not near Valentine's Day! My, you'll have to wait for a long time!

Julesia - Sorry there wasn't Beanie in here this time! But he'll be back next chapter as promised by Vig. Yep yep yep!

Anya - Hey sweetie, hope you had a great vacation! And I am sorry I coudln't get the chapter out when you wanted it...but I tried! Although it's about a month since the last one, ehehe...though I know you're probably having a great time in Portugal on your class trip, it's so horrible but I wish you were here! I want to know what you think about this chappie. I guess I'll just have to sit here and wait for you to come back...! Hug!

Last but certainly not least:
Actoratheart - OH WOW...thanks so much for your very very amazing review. I really appreciate it when people take the time to write to me, and especially when they take the effort to go into detail. I took to heart everything you said and it gave me the ego boost required to get writing on this chapter. So in a way, it was thanks to the encouragement from you that I am not as crappy a writer as I believe! Did you not realise that Beanie was Sean Bean?? You thought he was an original character? No, no, haha...but it was a bit presumptuous of me to assume everyone knew. And I loved the Japanese restaurant too - it just seems like the perfect joke to play on someone. Evil, as it may be! I want to give you a HUGEEEEEE squeeze and biiiiiiiig hug for everything! MUAH!

Thanks again you guys, for reading and reviewing, the encouragement means so much to me! =)
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