Poetic Justice

Dear Bloody Therapeutic Diary;

It’s over. I feel… liberated. Strange, but today was a revelation in so many ways.

I love Viggo. He’s beautiful, protective, good hearted, a hero, and everything I need in my life to make it complete. His care and tenderness these past ten weeks have been healing me, and I hadn’t realized it at first. I spent so much time discussing my dreams, or rather what I would tell about them, that I missed the obvious. They went from being hurt to fighting back, from my hero rescuing me to my hero becoming my lover. I was alone until Viggo came, and even as Aragorn he gave me everything I needed to heal.

My attacker will rot in prison a long time. His ex-girlfriend will testify that she had left him because he’d go into rages when he couldn’t bed her. She was the object of his rage because he refused to admit that the fault lay with him. She said she had found it disturbing that he’d had a fascination with myself and a few other male actors/singers. No kidding, I find it disturbing too.

Viggo hasn’t mentioned our discussion in that alley. I think he’s coming to terms with the enormity of it all. I know he feels for me as I do for him. He simply needs to face that. I think he’s afraid that I’m still too fragile emotionally to accept a relationship beyond friendship between us. I’m unsure how to prove to him I won’t break. I think it would be the final piece in my fully healing if we were to make love. It would show me that there is so much more out there than the pain I suffered. I need that. I think I’m going to take the initiative. I’d say I’ll write to tell you how it goes, but… I think I’ll be throwing you out now. I don’t need you any longer.


Orlando held the diary over the trash pail, but paused. Going to the closet he put it away in a box with some of his othefectfects. Viggo was in the tub, soaking and thinking and drinking beer. Going in he sat on the rim of the claw-footed tub. Viggo’s head rested back against he rim, his eyes shut. Leaning over Orlando kissed the man’s lips. Blue eyes flew open, and a hand held him off.

“Orlando…”

Rising with a smile Orlando began to undress, and stepped into the tub. Water sloshed over the side, but he didn’t care. He carefully knelt between the other man’s legs and leaned into him, once more kissing those tempting lips. Slowly he slid his body into full contact with Viggo, hearing that one grunt and then groan in pleasure against his lips. Pulling his head up slightly he smiled down into those wondrous blue eyes as he shifted just enough that it made two partly aroused members touch and slide against each other. The hips beneath his bucked up in reaction and more water sloshed over the side of the tub.

Viggo noticed how much darker and heavy lidded the younger man’s eyes were. His lips were slightly parted, and a flush of excited pleasure stained his cheeks. Narrow young hips rested over his, and now long fingers began to stroke and caress Viggo’s face, neck, and shoulders. He was afraid that if this continued he could lose control and hurt Orlando by accident. The young male excited him. He’d come to that realization a month ago when protective care had turned to sexual awareness and then to love. He should have wanted to continued to protect him and care for him in a brotherly fashion, not have erotic thoughts and dreams. It hadn’t helped that at times he’d thought Orlando had felt the same way. But then he wondered if it was only wishful thinking when the man said nothing about it.

Orlando straddled the older man’s hips, cupping his face up to kiss him once more. This time he let the tip of his tongue trace the shape of those lips before venturing inside to seek out and mate with Viggo’s tongue. Deliberately the Brit wriggled and swayed, feeling a rapidly swelling cock rubbing against the bottom of his balls where that ultra sensitive area was. Moaning into the mouth he was devouring he began to sway faster.

Viggo panted, back arching to get closer to Orlando. He wanted to grab his hips and hold him down hard, but was worried it would frighten him. Instead he let his fingers trail in a butterfly stroke up and down the Brit’s back, around, and tentatively over the engorged member that lightly touched his belly. When Orlando groaned he removed his hand, not wanting to hurry things along.

Orlando caught Viggo’s hand, returning it to his straining erection. “Don’t stop touching me.” His face was now fully flushed with desire, and his moist lips were kiss swollen. “Show me how beautiful it can be.”

With infinite tenderness Viggo complied. He stroked and teased, captured Orlando’s lips in steamy kisses, and whispered gentle words of encouragement and endearing little nothings to soothe him when he grew nervous. Half the water in the tub was on the floor by the time Orlando cried out in ecstasy, his seed spurting into the water. Viggo was not far behind, a loud groan rumbling from his chest and off his lips. There had been no anal penetration. Orlando wasn’t ready for that yet. Instead he had continued to rub and slide over Viggo’s erection.

He now rested, collapsed, over the chest of the older man. “The water’s cold.”

“You mean what’s not all over the floor? Nevericediced.”

“You’re not bum to the air,” Orlando snorted.

Laughter made the chest shake. “We could dry off and go to bed.”

“I’m hungry,” complained the Brit.

“We’ll fix a tray, and take it to bed.”

“Are you okay with this? With us?” Now Orlando was worried, wondering if the heat of the moment had controlled the other man’s emotions, and now he would regret this.

“I was afraid you’d regret it,” Viggo admitted.

Kissing him hard and quick Orlando climbed out of the tub, and whistled low at the large puddle of water he stepped into. “You fix the tray, and I’ll mop this up.”

Viggo hugged the man from behind, kissing his shoulder. “I love you. I wanted you to know that. I never once blamed you, or felt disgust towards you. I wanted to protect you, and then I wanted to erase his memory and give you nicer ones to replace them with. I’m not sure when or how my feelings changed, but they did.”

Turning in his arms the younger man beamed up at him. “I worried you’d never feel like I do. I never would have survived this without you, Viggo. You know that, don’t you? You saved me from insanity or depression. Lying in that alley I wished he’d just killed me instead of leaving me there, but I’m so glad that he didn’t. I’d rather be here with you.”

Unable to help himself Viggo crushed the smaller frame against his. “Viggo,” Orlando gasped. “I can’t breathe!” He was quickly released, and gulped in a lungful of air while stumbling for footing. As the older man went to leave the bathroom, naked as the day he was born, Orlando grinned. “Did I forget to mention I love you?”

Viggo paused, glanced back, and a smile curled his lips up. “You did. You know where the mop is.”

“I may never be ready for… anal sex,” Orlando blurted.

“I know.”

“But I trust you so… I know I’ll be willing to try.”

“This is kind of new to me too, so I don’t know when I’ll be ready for it either.”

Orlando turned, caught his reflection in the mirror, and instead of the pale, bruised face he remembered from before there was now a flushed face with bright eyes and an extremely pleased smile on his lips. He had feared never being happy again, never living again. Now he felt ready to face the world once more.

The End.