Karl rolled over on the hard ground, eyed the man lying next to him, firelight reflecting highlights on tanned skin. "No, are you?" he teased. Orlando answered with a grin of his own and threw back his sleeping bag. He held out a hand, cocked his head toward the forested band of trees. "You wanna take a walk?" Karl couldn't resist. "Alone? With you? In the dark?" He stood himself, lazily stretching, back popping. When he looked back at Orlando, he was somewhat surprised to find a serious expression on that achingly beautiful face. "Do you trust me?" Karl was a long moment answering. Considering. "Yeah," he finally drawled, snared by the look in Orlando's eyes. "Yeah, I do." Orlando's grin was immediate, intimate. "Then come on." Karl slipped his boots back on, followed Orlando deeper into the woods, away from the safety of their campfire and the other men currently sleeping under the stars. Truly, this had been the best part about joining this production -- the camaraderie was amazing, unreal. Unlike anything Karl had ever experienced before. "Where are we going?" he asked Orlando's retreating back, casually noting the lean, graceful way hips moved under faded denim. Orlando turned his head, flashed another blinding smile. "You'll see." About ten minutes later, Orlando came to a halt and motioned Karl to stand beside him. "What am --?" The rest of his question was lost when Orlando placed a warm finger on his lips. "Just watch," Orlando breathed against his ear, chest pressing against Karl's arm. Karl simply nodded. And waited. He noted that Orlando didn't move either his finger or the rest of his body. The first brilliant streaks of white shooting across the sky caught Karl off-guard, and he glanced up sharply, then grinned. "A meteor shower," he breathed, tilting his head back further to enjoy the dazzling spectacle. "Yeah." Orlando tilted his own head back, his tone reverent. "Beautiful, innit?" Karl couldn't reply. But his hand found Orlando's and squeezed slender fingers in his own. Truly fucking beautiful. "Whoa," he finally said, after the final shower of sparks blazed across the night sky. "How many wishes to you think we got?" Orlando asked, turning his head to glance at Karl through lowered lashes. Karl was caught, ensnared again. "A lot, why?" he asked, unaware that his voice had dropped. Orlando shrugged, fingers flexing under Karl's. "I wanted you," he admitted, soft voice carrying in the cool breeze. "More than anything, or anyone." More than...whoa. Karl blinked, tried to process that startling bit of information, turn it into a joke. "More than Dom?" he teased, remembering suggestive comments and very physical flirtation. Orlando brought Karl's hand to his lips, placed a soft kiss on the heated skin. "More than I did Dom, yeah," he said. "But you were so..." "So?" Another shrug of beautiful shoulders under a loose t-shirt. "Unattainable. Perfect." "I'm neither," Karl said, stepping closer, other hand loose on Orlando's hip. "I'm just a guy." "No, you're not." "Yeah, I am." Karl's lips were on Orlando's a second later, finally succumbing to the heat, the promise in dark eyes and a shy smile. He kept it light -- just a brush of lips on lips, tasted beer and the faintest hint of clove. The night seemed to call for gentle. "Fuck, I wish I'd said something a long time ago," Orlando murmured, nuzzling the side of Karl's neck. "Well, you've got me now," Karl replied, wrapping his arms more securely around Orlando's slender waist. "Have I?" Orlando glanced up, fingers tracing Karl's forehead, brushing a few stray strands of hair back. "You weren't the only one that wanted, Orlando," Karl reminded him, unable to resist placing another kiss on those perfect lips. Orlando didn't seem to mind.
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