Win A Date With Karl Urban 10

Win A Date With Karl Urban

Part 10

Posted: November 2004
Title: Win a Date with Karl Urban
Author: Estella Greenleaf

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Viggo couldn't believe it; his lovely personal assistant was leaving! It was the first thing he learnt upon arriving at the Bloom's residence when a super-excited Samantha opened the door. She was overjoyed for her brother. According to her, Orli would soon be living out the fantasy that millions of fangirls and fanboys could only dream of.

Sonia, on the other hand, was not happy with her son's decision. She was certain the movie star only wanted to whisk the youth away from home so he could take advantage of Orli. She wanted the artist to talk some sense into her innocent, 'lovesick' child. She insisted that if anyone could stop the youth from going to LA, it would be Viggo.

So, here he was, outside Orli's room, trying to find the courage to knock on the door. He knew Orli knew how he felt. And still, the young man had decided to leave. He really didn't need a clearer sign of rejection. But he couldn't just run, not when Sonia was at the foot of the stairs blocking his retreat.

During his moment of inaction, the door opened to reveal Orli in the process of stuffing a pile of clothes into his suitcase. Without turning to look at who was at his door, the youth called out, "Mom, do you know where my shorts are? People say it's warm in LA during winter too."

When there was no answer, Orli looked up to find his boss staring at him. " Vig..."

Trying to put on a nonchalant smile, the artist said, "I missed you at work today. Thought I'd drop by to make sure you're okay."

"I'm so sorry. I..."

Viggo decided that even if he couldn't have Orli's love, he wouldn't lose the youth's friendship. He would be a good 'loser' and make things easier for both of them. " It's okay, Orli. Your sister told me all about you and Karl. I mean, just take a look at the posters on your wall; it's pretty obvious from the start who you want, right?"

"Oh, Vig! You're the best person I've ever known," whispered the youth as he launched himself at his boss, hugging the older man tight. Even if he had decided to go with Karl, Viggo would always be in his heart.

The artist drew a deep breath as he reveled in the sensation of being enclosed in a special Orli hug. He knew he would never get the chance to savor such glorious warmth again. If only Karl didn't exist! He was certain that Orli would have grown to return his affections in time...

But there was no point in wishful thinking; all Viggo could do now was be happy with the knowledge that Orli was happy. "You're just saying that to trick me into helping you pack, aren't you?" he joked as he reluctantly pulled away from the youth's embrace.

Grinning despite the tears that stung his eyes, the young beauty replied, "Well, you found me out."

Ruffling Orli's curls fondly, Viggo grinned despite the ache in his heart, "You're incorrigible, Orli. I'm going to miss you."

"Me too," said the youth as he placed a soft chaste kiss on his boss' lips and let their breaths mingled in the frosty October air.

As the artist's skin tingled from the sweet brush of his beloved's lips, he knew only one thing: he would never love another again. No matter where the youth was, Viggo's heart would belong to Orli always.

*****

Orli shifted nervously in the seat of his boyfriend's rental car as they sped to the airport. The closer he got to the movie star's private jet, the less comfortable he was with the idea of leaving. More and more, his heart demanded that he stayed, went to Viggo and begged the artist to take him back.

Trying to distract himself from his conflicting emotions, he smiled at Karl and asked, "So, which one is it?"

Surprised by the sudden question, the movie star frowned. "Huh?"

"You know, my smile, which number is it?"

Unlucky for Karl, he had been reading the script of his new movie while he waited for Orli to pack. With his mind filled with lines for his upcoming role, he had forgotten the words he had used to charm his boyfriend. Knowing his chances were one out of five, he guessed hesitantly, "Number 4?"

Orli stared at the movie star for a long time before whispering, "You don't really know, do you?"

The actor pulled over to the side of the road and looked the youth squarely in the eye. He could see disappointment as well as an almost desperate need to trust. For the first time in his life, Karl felt like a complete jerk. He shouldn't have lied to Orli; someone as sweet as the young beauty deserved better.

Karl took the young man's hand into his own and answered, "No. I'm sorry I lied to you, Orli. It's just that I really like being with you and I don't want to let you go. I can understand if you're mad at me; I feel like such a cad. I..."

Orli smiled at the movie star and offered Karl's hand a small squeeze to stop the man's self-admonishment. Though he was upset that the actor had lied, he couldn't help but be a bit 'touched' that Karl would go to such lengths to try to 'keep' him. "Everyone makes mistakes, Karl."

"So, you'll forgive me?" asked the actor hopefully as he held the youth's hand.

Orli nodded as he looked at his slim hand in the movie star's strong ones. He couldn't help but feel that wasn't where it belonged. He thought back on Karl's speech that had touched him so; there was only one other person in his life who was prone to spout such romantic words. Holding the actor's gaze, he asked, " It's Viggo, isn't it? The one who notices the different smiles?"

The expression in Orli's eyes told Karl all he needed to know. He had lost the youth's heart. But for some reason, it didn't hurt half as much as he thought it would. It wounded his pride; but everyone always told him his ego could use a little size reduction... It was nothing compared to the heartache Dave's betrayal had caused.

Offering the youth a small smile, the movie star conceded, "Yeah."

"Thank you, Karl, for everything," said Orli as he gave the actor a final kiss goodbye. He knew he would always adore the movie star; but sometimes, fantasies just weren't as good as simple, honest reality. Pulling away from Karl, he whispered, "Please take me home."

*****

Viggo woke to the smell of coffee and bacon. Normally, the aroma of his favorite breakfast would make his mouth water. But since he spent last night drinking himself to oblivion, the smell of food made him sick to the stomach. Leaping off the bed, he rushed into the bathroom to pray to the porcelain god.

It wasn't until after he finished emptying his stomach contents that his groggy mind realized something wasn't right. Orli had left with Karl; he didn't have a personal assistant anymore. There was an 'intruder' in the kitchen!

But what kind of intruder would cook him his favorite breakfast? Trying to think of an answer made his foggy brain hurt. Now that Orli was gone, he really didn't have much to live for anyway. If the intruder was hostile and wanted to attack him with a redhot frying pan greased with bacon fat, so be it. Viggo wasn't afraid. After rinsing his mouth with Listerine, he headed down the stairs to confront his uninvited visitor.

Viggo couldn't believe his eyes when he reached his kitchen. There Orli was, a vision from his sweetest dreams, wearing his apron, fixing him breakfast, blowing at the errant curls on his forehead to try to get them out of the way. The very domesticity of the scene always gave the artist hope that one day, the youth would be his to cherish and love. " Orli..."

"Oh, hi, Vig," replied the youth with a tight-lipped smile.

Orli was nervous. He really wanted this chance to explore his feelings for Viggo. But he couldn't help worrying that the artist might not want him anymore. He knew he hurt Viggo badly by choosing to go with Karl; he could imagine the man might shut him out as a defense mechanism. The artist was never overly fond of 'people' after all.

That's why the young man waited until morning to come visit. He wanted to surprise Viggo with some nice breakfast in bed. Bacon and coffee always brought a smile to his boss' face. "Why don't you grab at seat at the counter? Breakfast is almost ready."

"Why?" whispered the artist as the scene before him sank into his brain as reality. He wasn't normally one to question his blessings; but he needed to know why Orli had returned. If it was because Karl had done something bad, Viggo would *love* to do the actor some major bodily harm...

"I wasn't going to go, you know. But then, Karl gave this touching speech about my different smiles. And at that moment, I realize that's who I want to be with, you know, someone who notices the little details about me, and love me for or despite of them."

Deciding that the bacon could survive without his supervision for a little while, Orli moved to where his boss sat and held the man's hand. "Except that Karl wasn't really the one came up with the words; it was you."

Viggo couldn't speak or move. He was completely frozen in a state of bliss as he noted the affection in the depths of Orli's molten chocolate eyes. His heart was beating so fast that it was threatening to explode. He let out a gasp as he willed his hands to move. Seemingly in slow motion, he reached up and stroked his beloved dark-haired beauty's cheek.

Orli was the one who closed the short distance between them, bringing their lips together their first real kiss. The artist's lips remained pliant against his, seemingly paralyzed in wonder at the long awaited contact. Tender and gentle, the youth coaxed apart the plush cupid's bows, tasting Viggo for the very first time. Slow and languid, the kiss remained, tongues stroking and savoring each other, until the need for breath forced them apart.

Azure orbs filled with awe, Viggo smiled as he embraced the young beauty he had loved in secret for so long. "I love you, Orli," he whispered, his mind too enthralled by his beloved's sweet kiss to conjure any poetic declarations. The simple truth would have to suffice.

"Love you too, Vig. I think I always have," replied Orli as he nuzzled the artist's neck, reveling in how 'right' it felt to be in Viggo's arms.

Tightening the embrace, the artist vowed, "I'm never going to let you go again."

As much as he loved the romance in the air, Orli couldn't help himself from teasing Viggo. "Well, you know that's going to make it hard for both of us to go anywhere, right?"

"Cheeky," laughed the artist as he lifted his beloved youth's chin for another kiss. Even with their new blossoming romance, some things would never change between them; and for this, Viggo was grateful. Things were perfect the way they were, as long as Orli was by his side.

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