| Title: Longing Author: Jo Pairing: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom/Dominic Monaghan (sort of) Rating: PG Summary: Orlando wants Viggo. Or does he? Disclaimer: Made the whole thing up. That means it's fiction, yo. Notes: Written 1) for Dee's haiku challenge, and 2) for the uberlicious Zarah's birthday.
"Orlando, stop." "But --" "Just stop." "What --" "You're staring at me. Again." He wasn't staring. Okay...maybe he was. A little. But he likes watching Viggo. Viggo's perfect for him. If only Orlando could make him see. "You don't want me." Orlando jumps at the smooth voice in his ear, spins around. "I don't?" "No." Viggo smiles, takes his arm, and tugs him aside. Then he steps up behind Orlando, lays an arm across his shoulder. And points. "You want him." Orlando follows the path of Viggo's pointing finger and blinks. Him? But...no way. Not him. It's just...not possible. After all, he's Orlando's best friend. Storm-grey eyes that twinkle when he smiles. Spiky blond hair that's always tousled. And the shirt.... Neon cherry blossoms on black -- unique, off-beat...just like him. Orlando likes that...Orlando likes him. "Hey." Dom looks up, smiles. His eyes twinkle. And, like that, something clicks. And Orlando knows. It's him.
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