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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
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: Happy, Sad, Grumpy, Sleepy, Confused – no, I am not naming dwarves!

*GASP*

I can't believe this! I did it! Now that I am back in the swing of things...hopefully the pace will pick up. The direction of his mad story has been found, and let's hope I don't get lost again.

Enjoy! Seriously. And thanks a million times to all of you angels who wrote to me to let me know you liked reading this and wanted more. Though I write this for my own entertainment...it really means a lot to me to have your support and friendship.

Thanks again for putting up with me. *muah!*

Chapter 53

To some, it might seem a romantic notion – two bodies huddled together in a small car for warmth against the pouring rain outside. But with Beanie and I, it had never been like that. This was us offering the other mutual and much needed comfort from loneliness…and the inevitable trial our friendship would have to go through.

“Why don’t you come on up?” I ask when the cold is no longer bearable and has now seeped right down to my bones.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” he sighs, moving away from me and our hug.

For some unknown, crazy reason, it feels to me like he’s withdrawing from me…and I don’t mean just physically.

“Beanie?” I murmur, questioningly.

“It’s nothing. I’ll just head on home. I bet Orlando is waiting for you, and worried sick.”

Shit. I’d totally forgotten about my prince.

“I didn’t leave him a note. Crap. Come on, come on up with me then. At least get something hot to drink even if you’re not planning on a shower. I am not letting you leave, otherwise!” I put on my strictest face and pull on his arm. He still looks unconvinced, so I climb out of his overpriced car and stand pouring in the rain on his side of the vehicle with my arms crossed.

Okay, the freeze has gone through my bones and through the marrow. We’re about to get microscopic.

“I am waaaiting, Beanie…get out of the car!”

He shakes his head and moves his hand as if to start the engine and leave.

Fine, I’ll have to play my trump card.

“I am cold, Beanie!” Add in a fake shiver here. “I am soaking wet now, bound to catch a cold by morning if I don’t get out of this rain right now…you don’t want me getting sick, do you?” I shout and fake a pretty convincing shiver.

The idiot still has the door shut, but even through the fogged up glass, I can see him roll his eyes in surrender.

Hah, I knew I would win – he can never say no to me, especially if I add in something about me feeling miserable, or getting sick. He’s such a sucker for things like that; his girls all have him wrapped round their little fingers with just a pout or lower lip wibble.

Got him, the sucker.

~~~

I leave Beanie in the shower of ‘his’ bedroom while I go to check up on my god, who is luckily still blissfully asleep and snuffling quietly into his pillow. He whines a little when I sit down on the bed and rake my fingers through his curls, but I think he likes it, judging by the way he keeps bumping his head insistently into my hand. I love him when he’s in this half-asleep stage.

“Viggo?” he mumbles, and I try to soothe him back to his dreams by stroking his back.

“Go back to sleep, muffin. I wanted to check in on you, but couldn’t resist touching you.”

A soft smile creeps up his face as he blinks slowly at me.

“Why are you up? And…wet?”

The nose wrinkles deliciously as I flick a little of the water at him.

“Beanie was sitting in the carpark downstairs in the freezing rain, so I brought him up.”

That catches his attention, and he immediately bolts upright which is torture on his poor abused back if his grimace is anything to go by. It’s been a little while now, and although he pretends he’s completely recovered from the accident, I can always tell when he’s pushing himself too far and in pain.

“Sean is here? Now?”

I try to convince him to lie down again, but he’s frowning at me.

“He’s just taking a shower. You go back to sleep, I’ll talk to him for a little while, then come back and join you. Go on…” Again, I attempt to tuck him back in, but my prince won’t stand for it and climbs doggedly out of the bed.

Can’t win with this one. Stubborn streak a mile wide.

“Why is he here?”

“I told you, it was absolutely freezing downstairs – ”

“No, I mean, why was he even in the carpark in the first place?”

Oh. That hadn’t even occurred to me. Beanie’s been doing that since we were teenagers and I had never questioned it, merely accepted it as a quirk of his…his over-protectiveness of me, I suppose. I had never thought to ask Beanie about it.

“Don’t know. He just does that sometimes,” I answer honestly, but it evidently isn’t a good enough response for Orlando.

“…does he often come over and just take showers?”

I don’t think I like the tone of voice Orlando has just switched to, and I stare confused at him.

“Sometimes, yeah, what’s the problem? He used to stay over after we’d been out for too many drinks anyway…”

What I am saying is going right over his head and he continues in the same vein.

“So this happens a lot?”

Where is this going? Am I missing something here?

I look baffled at my prince who is avoiding my gaze but standing with feet apart in what can only be described as a fighting stance.

“He’s my best friend, so yeah, when it happens, he crashes over at mine. It hasn’t happened since you’ve been here with me, but yes, it’s happened in the past. Like when I was so devastated that you’d gone to Australia…” I tentatively move over into his personal space and when he doesn’t move away, I fold his stiff form into my arms, “…and he comforted me by spending time with me and talking. We support each other…that’s what best friends do, muffin.”

Something I said must have been the right thing to say because Orlando exhales deliberately and is once again pliant and warm against me.

“Sorry, I just…freaked out.”

Well, he freaked me out.

“It’s okay. What is this really about, Orlando?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing…” the smile he’s trying to give me is oddly unnatural, but then he’s pulling away after giving me a quick peck on the cheek.

A t-shirt is quickly pulled over his head, then he’s disappeared out the door and I am left with a feeling that something important had just happened…but what it was, I have no idea. I am still too much in shock from Beanie’s news, and I only want to focus on that for now – I’ll figure out Orlando’s situation later.

~~~

If I look back, in hindsight, everything makes so much sense, but at the time I did not realise the reason for Orlando’s odd behaviour around Beanie, and it was hard for me to juggle both my best friend and boyfriend who both needed me there for them right then.

Beanie has always kept spare clothing over at my place, and he already looked so much better wearing dry sweatpants and an old T-shirt I once borrowed from him but never returned, and he was so comfortable sitting on my sofa and drinking tea that I almost felt as if I were intruding in his living room.

We haven’t really spent that much time all three of us together. I’ve of course passed numerous nights like this one before with my best friend, and recently, I’ve been spending every waking moment with my god, but all of us together…no, not really. Especially when there isn’t the distraction of either a movie, or waitresses bustling about.

Now, it’s just us. Sitting here in the near-dark.

I wanted nothing more than to talk with my best friend…maybe reminisce about the pictures I had dug out earlier, or just stay up all night randomly babbling as we sometimes did when drunk. Perhaps I could even convince him to stay…?

But I felt I couldn’t do any of those things because I didn’t know how to include Orlando.

The two of us were sitting together on the couch, well, not so much sitting together, as him trying to climb onto my lap and smother me. Beanie was in the armchair and obviously not knowing quite where to look.

“Orlando…stop. What are you – stop.”

I don’t understand his squirming and close cuddling. Not that I am against it, but…for some odd reason, I feel uncomfortable doing it with Beanie sitting right across from us. Orlando is finally satisfied with his position, both arms wrapped around me and one leg thrown over mine, all limbs squeezing me tightly so I can barely move.

“Umm, so Beanie…” my best friend finally looks over in our direction, “where are you going to be staying in Australia?”

“Might bunk with Eric for a few days, till I get things sorted out.” He shrugs nonchalantly, then conversation comes to a standstill again.

“You know what? I am all warmed up now, I think I’ll just head back home…”

I would have believed him if his tone hadn’t been so exaggeratedly cheerful, as he stretches and yawns theatrically.

“Stay, stay…” I urge, not wanting to part from my best friend when we only have so little time left together. I scratch my brains trying to think of something to say.

“Oh, you won’t believe what I found…” I brighten, suddenly remembering the photos I had dug out earlier. It requires that I disengage from my god to show the treasures I had uncovered, and I find it’s no easy feat. Orlando’s like an eight-legged octopus wrapped around me, coiled and clinging on. “Orlando…”

After thoughtfully watching my predicament for a few moments, Beanie suddenly pulls himself from his comfy seat and with fingers already outstretched, tactfully aims directly for the vulnerable flesh on the inside of my prince’s thigh, right where it joins to the knee. The reaction is spontaneous.

“SEAN!! You ba-bastard!!”

There is squirming, wrestling, squealing, kicking and shrieking – and innocent me is stuck in the thick of it. After a frantic five minutes of struggling, all three of us are lying panting in a heap.

“If you tickle me once more,” Orlando gasps, “I swear, I am going to pee all over your designer pants, Mr Bean…I can’t hold it in anymore if you keep pressing there!”

My best friend merely cackles insanely, limply shaking his hand in the direction of my god’s face. “I know all your weak spots, curly. There are no secrets between Eric and I.”

“Hey! He promised not to tell – ”

“Well, it’s technically not his fault if I seduced him into it. I am an irresistible hunk of man, you know. Stronger men than he have fallen to my invincible powers of persuasion.” You can not possibly imagine the lewdness of the cocked-eyebrow sneer Beanie is currently sporting.

It’s so disgusting I can’t help kicking him in the knee and revealing one of his secrets, “I know your ‘seducing’ acts well – it means you plied him with so much alcohol he wouldn’t be able to identify his mother in a line-up, then wouldn’t let him sleep or have any aspirin till he gave in and told you what you wanted to know.”

“Hey! It’s a tried and tested procedure that has always produced excellent results,” Beanie protests, but it’s too late, my god is already giggling madly.

“I should know,” I drone, “you’ve ‘seduced’ me many times in the past, bastard. Even denying my parched throat any water while I lay in a drunken daze…my very own best friend at that!”

Abruptly, the smile slips off Orlando’s face and he untangles himself to sit back on the couch, purposely looking away from the two of us on the ground still.

“Orli?” Beanie cocks his head.

It’s oddly unnatural the way my boyfriend is suddenly sitting so still, compared to the boy who just seconds ago was laughing so hard he was snorting.

Confused, I cast a quick look at my friend, but he doesn’t understand the situation any better than I do, and I tentatively touch Orlando’s knee. “Muffin?”

I must have startled him because he jumps a little and his eyes snap to meet my own worried ones.

“Hmm? Sorry…just blanked out for a moment. I am…tired. I think I’ll go to bed.”

Without another word, he got up and left the living room.

Nobody said a word until the bedroom door clicked solidly as it shut, breaking the odd spell that had settled over us.

“What was that about?” I wonder, still staring after the closed door.

Beanie shakes his head, taking a long deep breath.

“Has he been having a lot of mood swings recently?”

I think over the past few days before giving him an affirmative answer. My normally sweet-tempered prince has had me in knots trying to keep up with his unfounded leaps from happy to depressed to wistful.

“Don’t know what’s wrong lately,” I sigh, letting himself flop back into my sprawled position in front of the armchair. “Perhaps it’s me…something I am doing to him…and I don’t realise it.”

A strong hand cups my cheek and tilts my face until I am looking directly into Beanie’s green eyes.

“I am sure it’s not you. But maybe you should go check on him anyway.”

I cast another long look at the door, and make up my mind.

“You’re leaving soon…I want to spend as much time with you as I can while we’re still together. Orlando and I have the rest of our lives to work things out…come on, I’ll show you the pictures I found earlier.”

Focusing on the present, the box I had discovered is moved onto the coffee table and I sort through it, locating the old photos of younger and carefree men, but there is a part of me still aching to know what is wrong with my god. But Beanie is here, right now, and he won’t be here for much longer.

Because Beanie is leaving.

Leaving me.

Beanie comes first.

“Viggo,” my best friend who had been watching me intently, pulls my hands away from what I was doing, and moves them. He tugs me into his arms and rubs my back soothingly.

“Don’t worry about Orlando,” he whispers into my ear as he rocks me like a child against his solid chest in the dim living room, “don’t worry. Trust me…trust me when I tell you everything will be fine by next week. Things will be right then. Trust me…”

TBC...

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