Study in contrasts. Fair and dark. Complementary. No. Don't think, don'tthink. Keep it together, Orli, don't let your eyes stray to Viggo's hands circling Karl's waist, to Karl's head on Viggo's shoulder. Don't think, don't remember Karl's hand, heavy, warm, welcome on your skin, hot breath mingling with yours. Don't think. "Orli, man. You're a million miles away." Orlando managed a bright smile, tugged Elijah's pliant, small frame into his arms. Needed the contact with someone, something. Wouldn't peer over Elijah's shoulder, wouldn't catch a glimpse of a grey suit and long fingers running impatiently through dark hair as Karl talked to some reporter, Viggo just a step behind him, fingers trailing across Karl's back. So fucking in tune... "C'mon, our public awaits." Elijah tugged Orlando along the carpet, and they answered questions -- yes, questions were good, questions would keep his brain occupied, keep him moving. Joked and laughed -- good, distract the brain. Don't think. The distraction worked, too, worked pretty fucking well. So well that, when strong arms circled his waist and lips nuzzled his ear, he made a small joke about it before turning. Lost his breath... snaredtrappedcouldn'tlookaway. "Looking good, love," Karl said, tugging Orlando forward, kissing his cheek. Heat, hot, dying, so long, not long enough, don't think about the hands moving slowly, possessively across your hips, warm breath on your neck, solid chest against yours, senses inundated with memory and pleaseKarlplease. "Karl..." Breathless, his voice was too breathless, but he couldn't stop, couldn't lessen his body's reaction. Instantly hard, hands curving comfortably around Karl's hips as if they'd never left, lookingdrowningsinking into Karl's eyes. Gazing at full lips, needwantdon'tthink about the lips, about how perfect they used to feel, how gentle and bold and yes and everything they needed to be. "Let's talk for a minute." Karl's hand enclosed his, and Orlando allowed himself to be tugged inside. Past friends and acquaintances, Dom's curious look, Elijah's concerned one, don't think, just follow. Heart pounding, breath harsh, fast. Calmdown, calm down. Shouldn't react this way, it's over, he doesn't want you, he's got Viggo and... Fuck. The doorknob dug into Orlando's hip where Karl shoved him against it. Didn't matter. Nothing mattered except Karl's mouth, tongue plundering his, body pressing him deep into unforgiving wood, hands clenching together, then scrabbling. Rip of clothing, seeking heat and skin and yespleaseKarldon'tstop, feels so -- "Missed you" -- didn't know who said it, didn't matter. Just dive back into that mouth, that body, rediscover, remember. Fingers sought, quested, found that perfect rhythm, heart now pounding for a different reason, swallowing his moan, lips in a glorious tangle and "YespleasemoreKarlOrlando" Soft murmurs, soothing lips, slow kisses. Coming down in sweet waves, contentment pouring out and yes. This is the way it should be. Orlando burrowed into Karl's warmth, ignored rumpled clothing, inhaled deeply. Too many questions, thoughts, what ifs and what abouts. But he didn't want to think. "We'll be missed in a minute," Karl said, voice a low rumble next to Orlando's ear. He didn't move, however; just rested a hand in Orlando's hair, petting soft curls. "I know." "Orli, I --" No, pleaseplease don't. Orlando looked up, eyed beseeching, didn't want to know, wanted to stave off reality, block the world outside the door. Just a few more minutes, please. "Alright." Karl put Orlando's head back on his shoulder, rubbed through Orlando's curls again. "We'll talk later." Much later. When Orlando could breathe, could think, could look at Karl without choking on want and need, could look at Viggo and see only friendship and not a rival. Onto Inevitable
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