RingRing. Let it ring, pick it up? Fuck, he was too tired to make a decision. Junkets, interviews on top of interviews, signing his name until his wrist was killing him, the madcap whirlwind tour of the city by officious Japanese press -- not to mention dealing with Viggo (well, not so much Viggo, but his reaction to Viggo, and he wasn't thinking about that) and the fans all damn day. RingRing. All Karl wanted at the moment was a solid night's sleep and a blowjob, and knew the second was impossible. Who the fuck had given Orlando permission to have a career? And who the fuck would be calling him at this hour? RingRi -- "Hello, and this better be fucking phenomenal." "I hope you're already naked for me." "Orlando?" "Although if you're wearing one of those tiny hotel towels wrapped around those sexy hips of yours, that would be lovely." Karl sank on the edge of the bed, phone clutched to his ear. His earlier annoyance was completely forgotten. "No, I'm--" cleared his throat "-- pretty much naked." "Pretty much?" "Alright, completely. And still wet from the shower. Did you call to argue semantics?" "No. Your room have a full-length mirror?" "Yeah. In the bathroom. All kinds of mirrors." "Go there." Saying no wasn't even an option. Karl brought the phone into the bathroom with him and shut the door. Instantly, he was surrounded by reflections of himself. "I'm here now." "Good." For a second, all Karl could hear was the sound of his own harsh breathing. His dick was already painfully hard and how the fuck did Orlando always manage to do that? "Tell me what you see." "Um." Was this a truck question? "M'self. Naked." "Describe yourself to me." "You already know what I look like." "Humor me." Humor him. Right. "Um, well, I'm naked..." "Good start." "Hush. And, um, m'hair's all wet from the shower --" "Perfect for wrapping around my fingers when you suck my cock." "Well, um. Yes." Karl cleared his throat. It was going to be one of those phone calls. "And, um, I've got water still on my shoulders --" "Tastes sweet under my tongue when I'm fucking you from behind, buried deep inside your ass." "R-right." Karl cleared his throat again, tried to concentrate on the mirror and not the mental image of Orlando, thick and full and perfect, taking him. "And, um, well, I think I'm a bit more tan these days..." "What's the matter, love, you sound a little nervous. Got someone there with you?" "N-no." Which was Karl's entire problem, not that Orlando had asked. "You sure?" "Of course I'm sure." "Don't have Viggo tied to your bedposts, spread eagle and ready for your cock?" "Christ, Orli..." Karl groaned. He was not going to start thinking about Viggo -- available, nearby, perfectly tempting Viggo –--while on the phone with Orlando. "Ah, but the idea does turn you on." "That's not a fair question. You're the one talking to me." "You want Viggo, don't you?" Karl shrugged, even though he knew Orlando couldn't see him. "I dunno, maybe." "That bored with me already?" Orlando asked, amusement rich in his voice. "I didn't say --" "Maybe I should fly out there, stake my territory." "Orli..." "You are my territory, aren't you?" "Yes," Karl hissed. Like Orlando even had to ask. "Tell me." "I belong to you and you know it. Just as much as you belong to me." "And?" Orlando asked softly. Karl knew what that meant. "And you're the only one I want to fuck me and suck me off." "Good. Now tell me what you want to do to Viggo." "Orli..." "In very sexually graphic, explicit detail." Karl could just see Orlando's grin. "I don't --" "You can start by telling me what he looks like naked." "Don't you already know?" "That was years ago, before you even joined the film. Then I was all yours. 'Sides, it was only a couple of times. Why, how often've you two done anything?" "Four," Karl replied in a small voice. "What was that?" "Four." "Holy...you've cheated on me four times?" Karl squirmed, closed his eyes. "Not precisely." "So what then, precisely?" "I beat off while he's beating off and we watch each other." "And this has happened four times while you guys've been in Japan?" "Yeah." "And you don't touch?" "Just the once." There was a slight pause. "What happened?" "Last time, um...few days ago...he grabbed my hand after I was done. And, um, licked my fingers the way you do when you're cleaning me up." "I see. Did you think about me?" "Yeah..." "Good. Now tell me what you wanna do to him." Karl sighed. He didn't know why he bothered to try and keep anything from Orlando. "You want the one where he's sucking you off while I'm fucking him or the one where I'm tied up, watching you two together and you're not touching me?" "So, I'm in these?" "Orlando, you're in every fantasy I have." "You are every fantasy I have," Orlando replied. "Tell me the one where you're tied up. I like the sound of that, although the other one sounds hot." "Alright, well, we're all in that huge ass bed -- remember, the one at that room in Berlin?" "Christ, yeah. Fucked each other all over that bed. Remember how I rode your cock so hard the springs squeaked?" Karl smiled at the memory. Definitely one of his favorites. "Christ, yeah. You were all sprawled against me... I remember it was so hot in the room that your back kept sticking to my chest and pulling hairs." "And you kept moaning against the back of my neck, telling me to move faster, and you were so fucking hard and thick inside me, all thrusting your hips up..." Orlando let out a lusty sigh. "Anyway, continue with your story." It took Karl a minute to remember what they'd been talking about. Whenever Orlando started talking dirty to him, his brain tended to short-circuit. "Well, anyway, I'm all naked and sprawled on it, but my hands are tied to the headboard with some leather contraption or whatever so I can't move and the leather's starting to dig into my wrists, but I don't care." "Why not?" "Because all I can do is concentrate on you and Viggo." "And what're we doing?" "You're both kneeling on the foot of the bed, just out of reach of my feet. And you're both naked and fuck, you're skin's just glistening, man. It's like you're both glowing and it hurts to look at you, but I can't stop myself. Viggo's touching you, just rubbing his hands over your chest in that way you like, on those small circles, palms pressing in..." "Yeah, I love it when you do that." "And you're all moaning and your head's thrown back and you're gripping into his biceps, digging gouges into the skin -- and I'm all arching and moaning, but you two aren't even looking at me. It's like I'm not even there." "Definitely not my idea of a fantasy. I can't imagine ever not wanting to get my hands on you." "Yeah, well, this is what I think about, alright." "Keep going, then." Karl shrugged again. "Well, that's it." "That's it? That's your whole fantasy?" "Well, yeah." "That's a horrible fantasy." Karl frowned. "And I suppose yours is better?" "Much." Karl could hear the grin again. "We're all touching in mine." "Alright, spill." "It's nothing quite as elaborate as yours. Just Viggo kneeling on a bed, you standing behind him with your cock inside his perfect, tight ass, while I fuck you into him, all nice and slow and lazy." "Jesus..." "See, I knew you'd like mine better." "Why aren't you here?" Karl gave up on standing, slid to the floor, letting the wall support his back. He could still see himself in the mirrors, all flushed and aroused, and, for a split second, he thought maybe he could see what Orlando saw in him. "Next week," Orlando promised, voice a low purr. "First thing I'm going to do when I see you is sink to my knees and worship that beautiful cock of yours, I don't care where we are." "You're killing me..." "This mean you don't want to hear about it?" Karl gave up, curled a loose hand around his cock, set a lazy rhythm. "I'll beat you if you stop." "Sounds fun," Orlando laughed, and the sound sent shivers down Karl's spine. "Where was I?" "You were worshipping my cock." "So I was..."
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