Only the hobbits and Orlando were left at Viggo’s house. They had had what was supposed to be a small New Year’s get together that night. Viggo should have known with the hobbits, it would be anything but small.
    Pretty much everyone from the set had arrived at one point or another. There were dirty paper plates and empty beer cans all over the living room, evidence that they had been there.
    Elijah and Dominic were playing some video game on Henry’s console as Billy and Orlando watched on. Orlando was leaning against the couch, his head resting on the seat and his legs straightened out before him. His Mohawk was slowly starting to grow out, brown curls brushing the tips of his ears.
    Viggo had only known Orlando for half a year as he had come to New Zealand later than the rest. In those six months, Viggo had fallen for the younger man more than he could have thought possible. When Viggo spent time with Orlando, he felt young again—full of life and vitality he’d thought he’d lost long ago with the birth of his son, his divorce with Exene. Orlando had somehow convinced Viggo to go surfing two weeks ago, an activity Viggo had sworn never to do. He had slipped and slammed his head into his board. The pain had been unbearable, but Viggo quickly forgave Orlando as the young man couldn’t stop fussing over him. Being dragged to the hospital by Orlando and getting a week of guilt-ridden royalty treatment had made Viggo hopeful that perhaps Orlando felt more for Viggo than he let on, but then they’d relapsed once again into a casual friendship.
    And now here they were at Viggo’s small condo by the beach with three hobbits drooling over a video game. Orlando had come the latest of the partygoers and had greeted Viggo with an affectionate hug and quick peck on the cheek. He had brought a bottle of foreign wine, Viggo’s favorite, as an apology for his tardiness, he’d said. Viggo had smiled and taken the wine from Orlando’s hands and put it away in his cabinet, a little flutter in his heart.
    He’d thought that at forty, he would be too old for this sort of thing.

    “Yes!” Elijah roared as he slammed down on his controller so forcefully that Viggo was momentarily worried he might break it. But Elijah and Billy continued cheering as they rolled around on the ground at the same time Orlando was slapping Dominic’s shoulder, screaming at him frantically. Viggo’s eyes flickered over to the screen to see a car race in progress; one car, presumably Elijah’s, edged the other car out of the way to win the race.
    “No!” Dominic and Orlando both groaned. Orlando fell back against the couch and sulkily kicked Dominic.
    “Hey, no kicking,” Viggo said. “Are you all spending the night here?”
    “What, were you going to kick us out?” Dominic asked, looking up at Viggo as Elijah leaned over to reset the game.
    “Is there any hope of succeeding?”
    “Nope,” Billy replied.
    “And I guess no one’s going to help me clean away the dishes and trash either?”
    “Nope.”
    “I’ll help,” Orlando said. He jumped up from where he was sitting and helped Viggo gather the trash and take it into the kitchen.
    “Did you have fun?” Viggo asked as he held open the door for Orlando to come through. As he let it go, it swung back and forth until it settled.
    Orlando nodded. “Yeah. This, however, is the first year I didn’t have anyone to kiss at midnight,” he replied.
    Viggo gulped involuntarily and gave Orlando a tense grin. “I’m sorry,” he said. He turned away from Orlando to stuff the trash bag down into the bin. He heard a quiet sigh behind him and turned back to face the young Brit. “Is something wrong?”
    “Hmm?”
    “I heard you sigh,” Viggo said.
    “Oh. Nothing.”
    “What is it?”
    Orlando wrinkled his nose and looked Viggo in the eye. “Isn’t it obvious?”
    “What?”
    “I like you! I’ve been trying to send hints all this time, but you won’t give me anything.”
    “Oh.”
    “Oh? All I want is something concrete from you. Should I give up now or do you feel something too?”
    Viggo stared, speechless, at Orlando. What was he supposed to say? Weren’t his feelings just as obvious to Orlando, more even? Orlando was the confusing one, flirting with everyone. Viggo hadn’t had any indication he should consider himself any different.
    Viggo had hesitated too long. Orlando was turning to leave the room, evidently feeling Viggo’s silence had given him his answer. Orlando was halfway through the doorway before Viggo found the sense to grab his arm. He pulled Orlando back into the kitchen and as Orlando swung back, Viggo slammed his lips into Orlando’s.
    Orlando’s eyes widened at the initial shock but quickly he gave into the kiss. Viggo had pushed him against the counter and Orlando held himself up with one arm. His other arm was hooked around Viggo’s neck.
    “I,” Viggo said breathlessly between kisses, “have been in love with you from the moment I met you.” He gripped Orlando’s bottom making the latter grind his hips into Viggo.
    “And you waited this long?” Orlando asked, trying to sound irritated but not quite pulling it off. He arched his neck back as Viggo rained kisses down it.
    “I’d say the same to you.”
    Orlando pushed Viggo off himself and the two men stood there, looking at the ground as they caught their breath.
    “How soundproof are your rooms?” Orlando whispered.
    Viggo arched his eyebrows, feeling the heat pool in his groin area. “Are you serious?” It was a rhetorical question. The look in Orlando’s eyes told Viggo the answer. “They’re secure enough.”
    Orlando grinned. “Good.” He went out into the living room where the hobbits were still hard at play. Viggo followed him but leaned against the wall. He faked a yawn.
    “Hey guys, I’m beat,” he said. “I’m off to bed. Are you guys okay just sleeping here? There are two small rooms but they’re singles.”
    “We’re good here,” Billy said.
    Viggo nodded. “Blankets are in the linen closet down the hall.”
    “Uh, could I get a room?” Orlando asked, a smile playing at his lips. “My back, you know?”
    Viggo nodded. “Sure.” He awkwardly gestured towards the staircase. “Up the stairs.” He walked up the stairs, trying as best he could not to race up into his bedroom. He could feel Orlando behind him and could only guess the younger man was probably boring holes into Viggo’s rear right about now. He grinned.
    They hurried down the hall towards Viggo’s room. By this time, Orlando had fallen in step with Viggo, and they both stepped through the threshold together. As soon as they were in, Orlando pushed the door shut and slammed his lips into Viggo, forcing Viggo against the wall.
    They fought fiercely for control of the kiss until it seemed Orlando conceded, and he allowed Viggo to push him back until they fell on the bed with Viggo on top. Viggo pinned Orlando down by sitting on him while he pulled off his shirt. Orlando wriggled around under Viggo’s weight, but the older man refused to budge. Finally Orlando gave up, and Viggo smiled at the younger man’s submission.
    Orlando lay there, staring up at Viggo with heavily-lidded eyes that gave him a wanton expression. If he didn’t look so seductive, Viggo thought he might have appeared as an innocent child. But as Orlando reached down to rub Viggo’s arousal behind the cloth of his pants, Viggo decided this young Brit was far from innocent.
    Viggo unbuckled his trousers and allowed Orlando to pull them off. He lifted up his knees one at a time to kick off the offending items along with his boxers. Viggo was now completely naked while Orlando still had his clothes on.
    Realizing this, Viggo got a naughty idea. He gave Orlando a mischievous grin before getting up. He pulled off Orlando’s pants and grabbed the young man’s legs to wrap around his waist. With Orlando’s shirt, Viggo trapped Orlando’s arms up above his head. Orlando tried to protest but was cut off as Viggo kissed him again.
    As their tongues wrestled again for control, Viggo reached blindly into the dresser drawer that sat beside the bed. He knew it was here somewhere… He finally felt the near-full bottle of lubricant along with a wrapped condom.
    Orlando smiled against Viggo’s mouth as he glanced down to see the items in Viggo’s hand.
    “And here I thought you weren’t into blokes,” Orlando murmured.
    “I very much am,” Viggo replied, tearing open the packaging around the condom. He slicked it onto his erect cock and then poured lube onto his fingers. With his clean hand, he took his index finger and traced Orlando’s bottom lip. The younger man caught it in his teeth and began nibbling on it as Viggo used his other index finger to slowly slip into Orlando’s entrance.
    The finger went in relatively easily and soon Viggo had two fingers inside Orlando’s anus, scissoring through to widen it enough to allow his penis entrance.
    Speaking of his penis, Viggo was working very hard not to let it become too overexcited. With the assault his finger was getting from Orlando’s mouth along with the tightness bearing down on his other two fingers, it was all Viggo could do not to come then and there. But Viggo was determined to hold out. He’d waited for this moment long enough.
    Unable to bear it any longer, Viggo pulled his fingers out and rewrapped Orlando’s legs around his waist. Orlando’s eyes widened in anticipation as Viggo’s cock brushed against the cleft of his buttocks.
    Orlando gasped slightly as Viggo breached him. Viggo stopped momentarily and brushed a strand of hair that had fallen into Orlando’s eye.
    “Are you okay?” he asked.
    Orlando nodded. “I just haven’t done this in a while. I’m fine.” He smiled reassuringly at the older man, and Viggo continued pushing in, stopping every so often to allow Orlando time to adjust to his girth.
    After what seemed an eternity, Viggo was fully sheathed within Orlando’s body, and he began to pull and push to create a relaxed rhythm. His eyes were narrowed in concentration as he stared down at Orlando’s pelvic area as he searched for Orlando’s prostate. It was as though he were willing his eyes to see through to guide his cock to its destination.
    Suddenly, Orlando arched off the bed, his mouth open in a silent cry, and Viggo knew he had succeeded. Keeping that angle of entrance in mind, Viggo began driving in at a faster pace. Orlando’s legs clamped tightly around Viggo’s waist, urging the man in deeper and deeper.
    “Ah, Viggo,” Orlando moaned, licking his lips. His arms flailed around uselessly above his head, still tangled in its net of cloth.
    “You’re so tight,” Viggo gasped in response as his thrusts became rougher and more frantic.
    Orlando chuckled breathlessly. He closed his eyes as he said, “You’re just big.”
    Viggo said nothing else, unable to keep coherent thought in his mind. All he could see was Orlando underneath him, writhing and pulsing with Viggo.
    This was it. This was really happening. Orlando had confessed his feelings to Viggo, and Viggo had done the same. They were really here in Viggo’s bedroom. In Viggo’s bed.
    Viggo had often wondered what it might be like if he and Orlando ever got together. He imagined Orlando to be a wildcat in bed. He had so much boundless energy outside; surely some of that passion was reigned in for the bedroom activities.
    Whatever Viggo had conjured up in his mind, he knew only this—the real thing was so much better.
    “Touch me,” Orlando begged as he tried to focus his eyes on Viggo’s face.
    Viggo acquiesced and brought his hand down to Orlando’s neglected cock, which had been bobbing up and down between their bodies. He gave quick and rough strokes to match his own pace into Orlando’s body.
    Orlando began to cry out with each thrust and his head moved wildly from side to side. He was close. He only managed to hold out for a few more strokes before he came all over Viggo’s hand with a shout that rang throughout the room. Viggo briefly thought of the hobbits in the living room and hoped they were already deep in slumber because that cry would have carried all throughout the house.
    As Viggo looked down at Orlando’s face post-orgasm, he knew that he too was close. Orlando’s face glistened with sweat, and his pupils had dilated, making his eyes even more beautiful if possible. His mouth still hung open as he breathed raggedly.
    The sight was enough to do Viggo in, and the American drove into Orlando one last time before he came. His arms trembled as he held himself up until the last of his spurts ended. He reluctantly pulled out of Orlando and pulled the condom off his sated cock. He threw it into the trash can and then grabbed some tissues from the drawer to wipe off his and Orlando’s stomachs. When he was done, he flicked off his lamp and lay down against the curve of Orlando’s back, reaching up to release Orlando’s arms of their bonds.
    “Mm, that was good,” Orlando murmured tiredly.
    “Yeah, it was,” Viggo agreed. He kissed Orlando behind his ear and then wrapped his arms around the younger man’s waist. “Good night, angel.”
    “Angel?”
    Viggo smiled. “You don’t like my pet name for you?”
    “It’s better than baby, I suppose.”
    “I can call you baby, too.”
    “No, angel works.”
    Viggo chuckled and marveled at how easy it had been for them to transition from friends to lovers. He was afraid it would be awkward after sex, but the intimacy continued, and he felt comfortable calling Orlando his angel.
    As Orlando’s breathing quieted and grew more rhythmic, Viggo tightened his hold around the young man’s waist. It felt so right to be cocooned around Orlando that Viggo wondered that it had taken him so long to do this. He must have been crazy.
    Viggo did not know what would come in the morning or in the future beyond. But he did know that Orlando had confessed his love to him, and for now, that was enough.