Without A Trace

Chapter 14 Moving Forward

Chapter 14    Moving Forward
 
 
Viggo quickly pulled on his pants.  He hiked them up over his hips and willed his erection to settle down as he did the zipper up, telling himself that he’d take care of things later.  Deep down it seemed to him that he’d waited forever to again be close with his young lover but although somewhat disappointing, he fully understood Orli’s hesitation.  He couldn’t even begin to imagine how the Brit managed to survive the repeated violations without loosing his sanity and no matter how much the Dane longed for the touch of his love, there was no way he was going to pressure him.  This time Orlando had initiated the intimacy and it had fallen through but it was a start, and that made Viggo confident enough to think all was not lost.  With the right support and patience Orlando would eventually open up and respond positively to having sexual relations with the one who loved him with all his heart.  The American actor felt it was important not to show Orli his disappointment at his failed attempts as it would just fracture the youth’s fragile emotional state farther than it already was.
 
Viggo walked out of the bedroom and made his way down the hall towards the living room, doing up his shirt as he went.  He stopped short at the living room entrance, hands still clasping the shirt buttons, when he saw Orlando curled up at the far end of the couch, asleep; with knees drawn tightly to his chest and his head resting against the arm of the couch.  His heart ached and he sighed heavily as he again thought about how his young love had been so viciously abused.  How could anyone harm such an attractive, kind, caring person?  How could anyone live with the guilt of afflicting such pain on another?
 
The Dane’s sympathy soon gave in to vengeful anger and he prayed bitterly that the police would catch the sick bastards who had stolen Orli’s love of life from him.  He pushed his rising hate aside and quietly made his way over to the sleeping figure. Gently he rested a hand to one of the slight shoulders, squeezing. “Orli? Angel?” he called softly.  This was becoming a ritual.  Almost every night Orlando would start off sleeping in the bed next to the American, and almost every morning Viggo would wake up to an empty bed and find Orlando sleeping curled up on the couch much in the same manner as he was now.  He gave the shoulder in his grasp another subtle squeeze. “Orlando?” he whispered.
 
Orlando stirred and slowly opened his eyes.  He looked up at Viggo stifling a yawn. “I’m sorry, Vig.” He apologized, his voice thick with fatigue. “I guess I was more tired than I thought.”
 
Viggo gave the brunette a lop-sided grin and combed his fingers through the chestnut curls. “It’s okay, angel” he replied gently. “Would you like a blanket?”
 
Orlando shook his head and he felt tears sting his eyes as he admired the attractive older man hovering above him.  Oh, how he loved this man.  What was wrong with him?  Why couldn’t he let himself be intimate with him?
 
“Tea?” Viggo’s offer broke Orli from his thoughts.
 
Orlando slowly shifted and sat up giving Viggo a strained smile. “Sounds good, thanks.”
 
Orli and Viggo mutely looked at each other momentarily neither of them making any effort to move.  The young man could still feel Viggo’s fingers gently fondling his hair and he relished every minute of the tender touch.  He ached to lean forward and take the handsome man’s lips in a kiss but was afraid to disappoint and frustrate the older man if he again couldn’t follow through.
 
Viggo, meanwhile, longed to taste his lover’s mouth. He yearned to feel those soft lips firmly against his, demanding access.
 
Just as Orlando was about to banish his doubts and follow through on his thought, the older man let go of his hair and straightened up. “It’ll only take a few minutes to heat the kettle.  If you want to have a nap, I’ll call you when the tea’s made?”
 
“Thanks, Vig.” Orli mumbled, cursing his cowardice.  He regretfully watched the older actor disappear into the kitchen.  This had to come to an end.  How long did he think Viggo was going to wait for him to get himself together?  Sure, Viggo had stated that he’d wait for however long it took but everybody had their limits, and Orlando was afraid the Dane was reaching his.  Exasperated, the British actor shifted and stood up.  He could already feel the building anxiety tightening his chest as he urged himself to go to the kitchen and talk to the man.  Bloody hell!  Why was he so nervous?  This was Viggo he was thinking about, not some psycho rapist.  He blanched and a tremor swept through him as he suddenly could see in his mind’s eye, Len forcing himself into him.  He could feel, vividly, the searing agony of the intrusion, the tight hands restraining him.  Orlando felt his knees weaken and he staggered back against the couch, grabbing the armrest to prevent himself from falling.  He broke out in a fine sweat as he saw himself willingly spread his legs for his captor, allowing the man to fondle him. “You were born for this.” Len’s voice echoed through his mind. “Little slut.”
 
Orlando stifled a gasp and forced the image from his mind.  As though dazed, he scanned the room nervously.  Viggo. Kitchen. Making tea. He remembered and relief flooded over him.  Suddenly exhausted, he slowly sat back down on the couch, rested his elbows on his knees, and buried his face in his hands.  He forced himself to take deep even breaths.  The invading images were becoming less frequent just like his counselor had stated.  Up until now he had successfully been able to keep them hidden from Viggo and intended to continue to.  There was no sense worrying the older actor with something the counselor had assured would eventually dissipate as more positive activities occurred in his life.
 
Viggo found him sitting that way fifteen minutes later when he came into the living room with two cups of tea.  He stopped mid-stride when he saw the distressing posture of his young lover. “Orlando?” he inquired with concern. “Are you all right?”
 
Orli forced himself to look up at Viggo.  The pain, fear, and concern on his lover’s face made his heart sink with guilt. “I’m fine Viggo.” He lied with a smirk as he massaged his temples. “I just have a headache.”
 
Viggo walked over and sat down on the couch next to the young Brit. “Can I get you something for it?” he asked as he held one of the cups out for Orli to take.
 
Orlando shook his head and accepted the cup. “No thank you. It’ll pass.” He put the rim of the cup to his lips and took a sip then raised his eyebrows in pleasant surprise. “Mmm?” he articulated as he swallowed the sweet liquid.
 
“You like it?” Viggo questioned.
 
“It’s good. What’d you put in it?”
 
“Wild honey.”
 
“It’s great, really Vig. Thanks.”
 
“Honey’s supposed to heal.” Viggo started to explain as he timidly fingered his tea cup.  He really had no idea why he was so uptight. It was as though he were dating Orli all over again.  Then again, in some ways he was.  He glanced at the young man out of the corner of his eyes and saw how pale, exhausted, and anxious he looked.  He let his eyes trail down to Orlando’s hand and saw how it trembled slightly as he raised the tea cup to his lips to take another drink.  Deep remorse tore at his heart when he considered how helpless and worn the youth probably felt.  “I’m so sorry this happened to you, angel.” Viggo said sincerely.
 
Orlando looked at the American astounded.  Did he know about the flash backs?  He sighed and cautiously set his steaming cup down on the coffee table. “That noticeable huh?” he whispered as he dropped his gaze to the floor.  He felt tears sting his eyes and didn’t want his older lover to see that he was crying, again.
 
Viggo reached over and laid his hand on Orli’s forearm. “I should have waited for you on the set that night.” He confessed guiltily, his voice trembling as he fought his own tears. “If I had waited this wouldn’t have happened to you.”
 
When Orli raised his eyes to look at Viggo he was relieved that his partner hadn’t picked up on the true reason for his recent distress but tears were liberally streaming down his face just the same. “It’s not your fault Vig. Please….” He choked out between hitching sobs. “…..please don’t blame yourself.”
 
“But if I’d stayed…..”
 
“They would have chosen another night when I was alone.” Orli pointed out.
 
They sat in self-conscious silence for quite a few moments drinking their tea.  It was Orlando who finally broke the stillness. “I love you Vig, and I want so badly to be able to be close to you. I want to be able to have you make love to me.” He shook his head a little with frustration and wiped the tears from his face. “I just don’t know why I can’t seem to let it go. Len and Denver are gone but I still feel everything they did to me. I still fear they’ll come back. When will it go away?” he pleaded in desperation as he looked into the sympathetic blue-grey eyes next to him. “Why can’t I just move forward and be with the one I love?”
 
Viggo studied Orli silently and saw the frustration and pain that mirrored his own. Finally, he answered. “You’re reasons are more than valid. What they did to you is not only unforgivable but also something you’ll not soon easily forget. I’m sure in time and with the right counseling it will fade and things will get easier for you but I doubt it will ever completely leave you. In the meantime, don’t pressure yourself into anything you aren’t ready for.”
 
“What if I never get over this?” the youth asked with uncertainty. “What if I’m never the same as I was before?” he watched Viggo closely for a reaction to his next question. “Could you still love me?”
 
“Nothing could ever change the way I feel about you, Orli. I love you no matter what.  Regardless of whatever detours are thrown across our path.  Just because the road gets a little rough doesn’t mean the love quits.  If it does, it was never there in the first place.” Viggo stated with complete devotion.
 
Orlando again set his tea aside, then shifted on the couch so he could face Viggo more directly. Tears were pooled in his eyes. “And if the road is rougher than you anticipated?”
 
The Dane grinned gently and with a gentle touch wiped the tears from his young love’s eyes as they started to fall. “ Then I’ll find us a smoother road.” He promised softly. “I meant it when I said I wouldn’t give up on you.”
 
Orlando shifted right over against Viggo and leaned into him. 
 
Viggo immediately wrapped his arms around the slight frame and held him tight. “I love you angel, nothing’s going to discourage me.”
 
Nestling his head in the crook of his lover’s neck, Orlando closed his eyes. “You’re a very special man, Vig. I’m so lucky to have you.” He whispered.
 
“Not near as lucky as I am.” Viggo responded and gave the riot of curls resting against him a quick kiss.  Keeping his arms around his love, Viggo changed his position and lay back on the couch drawing the youth down with him.  He was pleased to feel no resistance as the young man settled against his chest. “Try to get some rest.” He advised. Not even ten minutes later, Viggo could feel Orlando’s breathing even out as he drifted off.  He closed his eyes and in exalted pleasure, concentrated on the gentle rise and fall of his partner’s chest.  In no time at all he was asleep as well.
 
 
****
 
 
Viggo stirred and frowned when he felt the lack of weight on his chest.  Twice earlier, he’d awakened to find his sweet Orlando still sleeping soundly against him.  As he cracked his eyes open, he found the room in complete darkness, and his lover….absent.  With a start, he quickly scrambled into a sitting position, and peered into the dark room. “Orli?” he called groggily. Silence met him and he started to panic. “Orlando?!” he cried out more desperate now. When he received no response, he flew to his feet and still half asleep, stumbled down the hall towards the bedroom.  Once he got there he flipped on the light. “Orli?”  The room was empty and Viggo’s heart started pounding as it lept into his throat and threatened to choke him.  Leaving the light on, he headed down to the spare bedroom. Nothing.  Fear was beginning to overtake his rationale and his mind began to conjure all kinds of grime scenarios, most of them involving the kidnappers.  More awake now, Viggo raced back down to the living room and threw on the lights.  His eyes, scanned the empty room wildly.  Still no Orlando.  How long had he been gone?  Leaving those lights on as well, Viggo headed for the back door.  He threw the door open and stepped out on the deck. There, sitting on the edge of the deck having a cigarette, was Orlando, looking up at him questioningly.  Relief flooded over him in staggering waves and he closed his eyes sighing deeply. “Oh, thank God.” He breathed as he visibly relaxed.
 
“You okay, Vig?” Orlando inquired with genuine ignorance.  He hadn’t heard a thing from outside. “You look terrible.” He commented as he scanned the older man over.
 
Letting out another deep breath, the American slowly walked to where the Brit was sitting and flopped down beside him. “I’ll be fine as soon as I can still my beating heart. What are you doing out here?”
 
“Couldn’t sleep.” Orlando answered and took another drag on his cigarette. “So I thought I’d come out here for awhile to get some fresh air.”
 
Slightly annoyed, but hiding it well, Viggo took the cigarette from Orlando and took a deep draw off it. “I wish you’d woke me up and let me know where you were going.” He stated as he blew the smoke out and handed the cigarette back to his young lover. “I was worried.”
 
Orlando accepted it, frowning. “I thought you’d quit smoking?  Isn’t that what you’d promised Henry?”
 
“Henry’d understand I think.” Viggo replied, then changing the subject. “Any particular reason why you can’t sleep?”
 
Orlando shrugged and dropped the remainder of the cigarette to the ground beneath him. “Not really, just can’t.”
 
Viggo was no idiot. He clearly heard the deceitful tone in his lover’s voice. “Orlando, please talk to me.”
 
The young British actor dropped his gaze to the ground and he watched the cigarette embers smolder, the lit end flickering then fading as it started to burn out. “I guess I’m a bit nervous about going back to the film on Monday.  I don’t know how to react to anybody if they start to talk to me about……things.” He explained with reluctance.  He let his eyes trail to Viggo to see his reaction. “I’d really like not to talk about it in any great detail. I know Elijah and Sean won’t say much, but everyone else?”
 
“Tell them you appreciate the concern, but you really aren’t ready to talk about it just yet.” Viggo advised. “They’ll understand, they’re your friends.”
 
Orlando looked out over the expanse of the back yard. “I know they will.”  he said quietly. “It’s just awkward.”
 
Viggo’s brows knit in confusion. “Has anybody said anything to you?”  The counselor had stressed very strongly that Orli’s co-stars shouldn’t pressure the younger man or it could cause him to withdraw into his protective shell and that could have detrimental consequences on how far he’d come in treatment. 
 
Orlando again looked at his older lover. “No, but I am nervous about it all.”
 
“Try not to let it bother you, Orli. They won’t do anything to make you feel uncomfortable.”
 
Orlando nodded mutely and again dropped his gaze to the ground.
 
Viggo tipped his head in wonderment. “There’s something else.” He stated softly. “What is it?”
 
Orlando gulped audibly and started to fidget with the hem of his t-shirt. “I wish the police would catch up to Len and Denver.” He whispered in a trembling voice. “It’s been almost three months and they’re no closer to catching the kidnappers then they were when you first found me that night in the field.”
 
Viggo shifted his butt over next to the young actor and slid his arm around the slender waist. “They’ll get them. It’s only a matter of time before one of them slips up. The police are working with Interpol. If the bastards are out of the country, they’ll eventually be seen by someone and be reported.”
 
Orli shuddered under Viggo’s touch. “It terrifies me that they’re still loose out there some where.”
 
Viggo leaned over and gave the Brit a soft kiss on the top of the head. “I know it does. But you’re home, safe.”
 
Orlando gave his older lover a skeptical look. “Am I?” he swallowed dryly. The fear and apprehension was more than readable on his attractive features.
 
Viggo looked Orlando directly in the eyes. “I’m not letting you out of my sight from now on.”
 
“What about on set?”
 
“When we’re on different scenes, Pete will beef up security. He told me that.  Until those sick fuckers are caught, not even a mouse will get passed the front gates.” The Dane slid his hand up Orli’s back and gently combed his fingers through the chestnut curls. “Try not to worry, angel. Nothing’s going to happen.”
 
Studying the steel blue-grey eyes of his determined lover, Orlando realized just how much he loved the man. He couldn’t imagine his life without him. “I love you Vig.” He confessed with deep felt emotion. He blinked away the onset of tears and tried to smile. Then without another word, he leaned over and gently pressed his lips to Viggo’s.  He suppressed his fear, doubt, and insecurities and pushed them to the back of his mind.  He wanted this, needed this, and he was as determined as hell not to let what the kidnappers had done steal this from him.  Enough was enough.  It was time to fight back for a few things!
 
Viggo’s heart skipped a beat when he felt the soft full lips lightly touch against his and he responded deepening the kiss.  He was ecstatic when his young lover didn’t draw away, but eagerly reciprocated. Attentively, he brushed his tongue against those lips, asking access and again he was overjoyed when Orlando opened to him. They kissed passionately for some time before Orlando finally broke away.
 
Viggo moaned in disappointment but the younger actor took him by the hand, shifted and stood, then urged the confused American up as well.
 
Orlando spoke before Viggo could express his bewilderment. “Take me to bed, Vig.” He whispered in a husky voice. “I think I’m ready now.”
 
“You don’t have to do this Orlando.” Viggo replied.
 
“I know.” Orli said pointedly. Then with a small smirk. “I want to.”
 
“You sure?” Viggo asked as he gently ran his finger across a high cheek bone of his love.
Orlando closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. “Very sure.” He muttered. “Remember what they say about try, try, again?”
 
“Yeah, I remember. I like that phrase.” Viggo grinned, took Orli by the hand, and stepped towards the house leading Orlando along with him.
 
 
****
 
 
Viggo led Orlando down the hall and to the bedroom door.  There he halted, turned and faced his lover, who spoke quietly. “Just….go slow, okay? I-I’m still a bit nervous, yeah?”
 
“You’re in charge, Orli.” Viggo said as he warmly took his lover’s hand then backed through the doorway and into the bedroom drawing Orlando into the room with him.
 
Orlando nodded. “Okay.” He breathed, fighting to get himself to relax.
 
“If you want to stop at any time, tell me.” Viggo offered as his hands went to the hem of Orlando’s t-shirt.
 
Orlando nodded again and automatically lifted his arms as the material pulled up and off of him in a matter of seconds.  Viggo hoped the awkwardness of the situation would pass if he kept Orlando calm and from thinking too much. This was a very big step in healing his young love and their relationship.  He definitely did not want to blow it.
 
Orlando undid the buttons on Viggo’s shirt and tossed it somewhere behind them. He ran his hands affectionately across the bare chest, fingering the sparse hair there.
 
After they both had removed their socks, shoes, and pants, Viggo suddenly found himself on the bed, flat on his back with a lap full of Orlando. He looked up at the young man in surprise.  Where was the nervousness he’d seen just moments ago?  “Orli?” he questioned with confusion.
 
“Take me, Vig.” Orli whispered huskily. “I’m sorry about earlier. Just had to get my mind back where it needed to be.”  He then dipped down and kissed his lover passionately, nipping the bottom lip before breaking away.
 
Viggo smiled deviantly without comment.
 
Moments later, Orlando suddenly found their positions reversed with Viggo straddling his waist.  The older man then did as his lover asked; worshipping him with his hands, lips, and every now and then, teeth, slowly bringing to life the confidence he knew Orlando had buried deep inside.  He slowed his ministrations then backed off to admire the vision beneath him.  He smiled, reached over and brushed a stray strand of hair back from the beautiful face, his finger trailing teasingly down the soft skin of Orli’s cheek.
 
Lust swamped the Brit’s system from the simple touch and although still very nervous, he leaned up and brushed his lips against Viggo’s.  It had been too long since he’d been touched so lovingly.
“Are you sure you want to do this, angel?” The Dane whispered. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
 
Orlando swallowed hard “I’m more than ready.” He replied confidently, then closed the distance between them. Their lips met again in a tentative kiss and he took a few moments to process the fact that he was, indeed, kissing the man he loved so dearly. The man who had occupied his thoughts throughout his darkest hours at the hands of his rapists.  The man who had saved him.  Want and need flared within him and he proceeded to take what he wanted with his mouth as he pressed his hips up against Viggo’s pelvis.
 
The older man opened himself to the onslaught and somehow managed to keep a tight rein on the mounting desire coursing through his veins.  He wanted nothing more than to indulge himself with his love but held himself in check, letting Orlando take the lead in things.  He wasn’t about to do anything that might put their relationship in jeopardy.
 
Orlando felt Viggo’s hardness pressing against his hip and moaned at the sensation.  Oh, how he missed this, he thought as his hands moved to rest on the rounded globes of Viggo’s buttocks.  He pulled the man’s hips down snuggly against his own, in an attempt to illustrate his readiness.  He then released the older actor’s lips, laid his head back down against the mattress, and looked up at the Dane with lust filled eyes.
 
Viggo’s pulse raced heavily and he shifted over slightly to watch as the young man slowly removed his boxers and tossed them aside before settling back down on the bed.
 
Dark eyes met blue and Viggo saw faint traces of desire still lingering there and it erased all his doubts of Orli’s readiness. He let his body drop down slightly to rub against the lighter form, his fingers seeking, then momentarily twining with those of the Brit. “I love you so much.” He purred as he let his hands trail down and settle on Orli’s hips, thumbs stroking the soft skin there.
 
“Show me again how real love is supposed to be.” Orlando requested softly, tears misting his eyes. For the first time since coming home, he successfully curbed his negative thoughts and he felt free at last, to express his love for this man. He found his emotions overpowering.
 
Viggo grinned as he shifted and placed his hands on the bed, one on each side of Orlando’s head. He leaned down close to his love’s mouth, his breath ghosting across the youth’s lips. “You are so gorgeous. I love you more than life itself.” He murmured passionately.
 
“Show me.” Orli repeated. He was still uneasy, but feeling Viggo – skin against skin – eased his apprehension.  He only wished the rest would be so easy. In truth he knew that not only was it going to hurt like hell, it was going to take a lot of control on his irrational thinking to overcome his deep hidden fears.  Or maybe it wouldn’t, he told himself as he let his fingers card through his lover’s long dark hair. After all, his love for the man above him was immeasurable.  A short time later he felt the first finger slowly breach him and was glad that Viggo was taking his time.  Orlando winced as another joined the first, but a few well placed licks to his cock took his mind off things for the moment.
 
“Are you okay?” Viggo asked, their eyes meeting momentarily.  Orlando nodded then moaned as Viggo’s fingers found and gently stroked that bundle of nerves deep within him.  That one move had Orli’s mind completely off his nervousness and his hands clutching the sheets in a death grip.
 
Viggo smiled at his young love’s unadulterated reaction and lowered his mouth onto the leaking organ as he gently added a third finger into the clenching tight heat.
 
Orlando thrust his hips down further onto Viggo’s fingers, taking them deeper, wanting more.
 
“I can give you all you want if you come for me now.” Viggo purred, reading the young man’s body language. “It’ll be easier for you if you relax and this is the best way to do that.” He explained as he slid his fingers carefully back and forth in the tight passage. He then stroked Orlando’s prostate once more.
 
Orlando let out another whimper and bucked his hips up against his lover’s thigh trying to gain contact on his aching cock. “Viggo, please.” He panted. “Don’t tease.”
 
With his free hand, Viggo gripped the young man’s hip and steadied him against the mattress. Happy to oblige his lover’s request, he dipped down and abruptly took the thickened, fully erect member in his mouth once more.
 
Orli gasped loudly and arched his back as Viggo’s lips slid over his silken flesh in slow repeated strokes. It wasn’t long before all thought left the youth’s mind and all that remained was his mounting climax blurred in a flurry of lips, tongue and fingers.  It wasn’t long before he felt the first rush of an earth rocking orgasm.  It flowed through his body numbing every part of his being as it peaked.  It was almost too much and Orlando screamed Viggo’s name as he found his completion and his partner took every drop he had to offer.
 
Viggo calmed the young Brit with soothing touches as he picked up a condom packet and tore it open. He was a bit apprehensive of Orli’s reaction to the use of a condom, and he regretted having to use one, but this was the only way they could be intimate right now.  Although his love had been tested for sexual diseases and they had come back negative, there was still a six month waiting period for the final results of the aids test.  Until then they had to be safe. “Are you all right?” he whispered against the sweat slicked skin as he rolled a condom over his length and coated it with lubricant.
 
Orlando nodded and tried to give a smile.
 
Viggo caressingly took Orlando by the thighs and drew the long legs up and over his shoulders. He shifted forward, then slowly and carefully guided his member against the puckered entrance and breached the tight ring of muscle.  He kept his thrusts slow, little movements that eventually gained in depth and force as he felt the heat of his own pleasure start to build.
 
Orlando gripped the sheets tightly, his knuckles white, when Viggo shifted his angle and  successfully aimed for that bundle of nerves.  As the Brit’s sweet spot was again repeatedly struck, it sent waves of raw pleasure coursing through his body and caused heat to pool low in his belly.  It was almost mind blowing for the young man.
 
Viggo stopped all movement when Orlando gasped, afraid of what that sound meant.  He started to withdraw but a hand on his thigh stopped him.
 
“Don’t.” Orlando panted. “Just keep going. Feels so good.”
 
Viggo wasn’t too sure the Brit was telling the truth.  After slowly pulling out, he sat back on his heels in order to study his love’s expression. If Orli was lying he needed to see it. “You sure about this? You know you….”
 
Orlando removed his legs from the other man’s shoulders, sat up and quickly placed his fingers against Viggo’s lips. “Yes, I’m sure.” He said softly not a hint of deceit showing on his features or in his voice. “I want this. I need you, Viggo. Will you? Please?” Tears welled up in the chocolate brown depths and flowed over, trickling down the high cheek bones. “I have to do this or I’ll never….” He choked a sob, unable to finish explaining and laid back down. “I know you won’t hurt me.”
 
Viggo knew he was right – he would never do anything to hurt Orlando, he also understood the young man’s need to complete this loving act.  If he didn’t do it now, he may never be able to be intimate again. “Okay.” He replied in a very loving and patient tone.  He tenderly took Orli by the waist, pulled the youth’s bottom onto his thighs and positioned his cock against the puckered entrance once again.  He kissed Orli’s inner thigh softly as he slid carefully into the tight heat.
 
Orlando relaxed his body, letting his lover in inch by inch, until their bodies were flush against each other.  They rested momentarily then, breathing laboriously, but it wasn’t long before both were moving in unison, slowly at first, then more urgently, gathering momentum.  Viggo smiled as long legs wrapped around his waist, relished in the way both heels dug into his backside as Orlando soundlessly illustrated his pleasure.
 
It could have been minutes, hours maybe, time had no limit as they made love; and slowly started reaching their peaks together.
 
“I’m close.” Orlando panted quietly, then groaned when a callused hand wrapped around his silken erection, stroking firmly.  In minutes, he gasped and came, his seed spilling over the fist of his lover.
 
Viggo let go of the sated organ, leaned over and captured Orlando’s lips as his climax hit him.  He snapped his hips forward burying himself deep in the clenching passage and stilled as he rode his orgasm.  Their panting was the only noise breaking the silence in the room. 
 
Orlando lay in a post orgasmic haze as Viggo withdrew and slowly lay down on the bed behind him.  He felt Viggo spoon up against him, felt the strong secure arms wrap around him protectively and draw him back cradling him close. “I’m glad we did this.” He whispered wearily as he nestled back harder against the body behind him.  He felt himself start to drift as the sudden need for sleep commanded his attention.
 
Viggo lay awake for many long minutes after Orli fell asleep.  He pressed his lips to the sweat soaked curls. “I’m glad we did too, angel.” He whispered as he slowly relaxed.  He didn’t want to think about how the kidnappers had touched Orlando that way, didn’t want to think about how they had seen the young man in the throes of passion, felt the responses of his body.  That should have been his and his alone and the sons of bitches had stolen that from him.  Tears blurred his vision and he closed his eyes against them.  Viggo felt truly blessed today though. After Orlando’s fear and reluctance earlier, he honestly didn’t think this day of intimacy between them would ever come again. But much to his pleasant surprise, it had, and it was definitely a very big step towards healing their relationship.  With an elated sigh, Viggo buried his face against the damp shoulder of his lover and closed his eyes.  He listened to the even shallow breaths of his lover and eventually drifted into a deep sleep as well.