Karl rolled to his side, wincing at the pull in pleasantly sore, overworked muscles, and watched Orlando and Sean sleep. Both of them were tangled together, Orlando plastered across Sean like a living blanket, sun-kissed skin perfectly contrasting with the paleness of Sean's, Sean with a protective hand curling around Orlando's lower back. Orlando snored when he slept, little hiccup-snort noises that were all the more endearing for the hilarious imperfection of them. Sean still looked dangerous, even in slumber, graceful and lean and so beautiful it almost hurt to look at him. They were so perfect together. And they'd given Karl the best night of his life. Memory after memory tumbled through him – the heat of Sean's cock in his mouth, the heat of Orlando's body under his, the way they'd wrung moan after moan from him, both of them playing his body like the finest of instruments. He should be grateful for it – and he was, he truly, honestly, completely was – but the thought of actually getting up and leaving the bed, of leaving them, made him feel physically ill. But he knew if he waited any longer, he'd never leave, so he forced himself away from the slender, muscled temptation of Orlando's back, the full, pouty temptation of Sean's slightly parted lips. Forced himself to head into the bathroom for a much needed piss and to wash his face, clear his head, figure out what to do next. What did one do after being handed heaven on earth, anyway? He was in the middle of drying his face when he heard the door open. When he glanced up, he was surprised to see Orlando in the mirror's reflection. Orlando, who was still just as beautiful the morning after, yawning and scratching his naked chest as he ambled over to wrap strong arms around Karl's waist and placed a kiss to his vulnerable nape. "Mornin', love." Even Orlando's sleep-roughened voice was sexy, oddly perfect. "Morning." Karl forced the word past his lips, body tense, breath short. Orlando was far too close, far too intimate, for a quick thank you for an incredible night. "Come back to bed for a bit, yeah?" Orlando's heavy-lidded eyes met Karl's in the mirror. "I cook a mean breakfast, but I'd be shite at it this early." "Back to bed?" Karl's brows furrowed. This wasn't the way he'd imagined things going. "But I thought..." "What, that we wouldn't feed you?" Orlando sounded far too amused. He propped his chin on Karl's shoulder. "Be bad form not to properly feed you after last night." One of Orlando's hands crept south, gently cupped Karl's flaccid cock. "Especially since we've got plans for you after." "Plans?" Somehow, Karl felt as though he'd gone down the proverbial rabbit hole. "Unless you'd rather not." Something about Karl's voice or actions must've alerted Orlando, because his voice was no longer seductive. Now it held the concern of a friend, of the friends they'd always been. "Are you alright?" "I don't know," Karl honestly replied, and turned in Orlando's embrace. If he was going to do this, he'd meet it head on. "I thought...that this was...just an itch." Orlando's face shuttered, his body tightened as he moved slightly out of contact with Karl. "Is that all it was for you?" "No. God, no. It was..." Karl struggled, cursed himself for not having the right words, for not knowing how to convey the depths of his gratitude and love for both of them for giving him such an enormous gift. Orlando lifted a hand, smoothed the space between Karl's brows before cupping his bristled cheek. "It was for us, too." "Yeah?" A small smile, that same small half-smile that Karl had fallen in love with at first glance, graced Orlando's face. "Yeah." "Um." Karl swallowed. He felt oddly humbled, unbalanced. "Well, then. Um. What do we...I mean, where do we...?" "After breakfast," Orlando replied softly. "We'll sort it, I promise. The three of us." The three of us... Had a nice ring to it. "I like the sound of that." "Me too." Orlando took Karl's hand, led him back to the bed, and gently pushed him in the middle, towards Sean. "'Bout bloody time," he heard Sean mutter, and looked up to see Sean blearily staring at him, then Orlando. "Get it all sorted?" "Of course," Orlando replied smoothly, and nestled against Karl's back like this was an everyday occurrence. "Good." Sean smoothed a hand through Karl's hair, tugged his head down to Sean's shoulder. "Bed was cold without you two in it." "Getting whingy on me?" Orlando asked, lifting his head to give Sean a cheeky grin. "No worse'n you, love," Sean replied, with more affection than heat. After Orlando had snuggled back against Karl, Sean placed a soft kiss to Karl's forehead. "You alright?" His voice was soft, words meant for Karl alone. Karl nodded, but didn't say anything. What was there to say? He wasn't totally clear on exactly what was happening, but he wasn't stupid. He knew a good offer when he heard one. "You know it's both of us, right?" Karl glanced up, slightly startled. He hadn't really thought about it – he'd just assumed that Sean was indulging Orlando like he always did – but one look at the naked emotion on Sean's face stilled the words. Sean smiled, soft and slow, and brushed a light kiss across Karl's lips. "Yeah, that's what I thought." "But, I..." "Not all of us are as open as certain other people in this bed," Sean countered, a wealth of love in his voice. "But that doesn't mean we don't feel any less." "Took me a year to suss that out," Orlando mumbled, face buried between Karl's shoulderblades, making it clear he'd been eavesdropping. "Now, can we go back to sleep?" "Yeah, sure." Karl put his head back on Sean's shoulder, splayed a hand across Sean's heart. Felt the comforting beat of it under the warmth of Sean's skin, felt the comforting warmth of Orlando's body cuddled against his. He still didn't know what was going on, but the thought no longer really bothered him. He had a feeling the three of them would figure it out together. Onto Tango Kisses
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