"How was your meeting?" "Boring. Dull." Karl unwound his scarf and dropped it on the nearby chair. His coat and hat soon followed. "Could've used you and Sean to liven things up." Orlando patted the cushions next to him. "Last time we went with you to meet with your agent, she didn't return your calls for a month," he reminded Karl, and nuzzled just under Karl's jaw. His lips were warm, slightly chapped. "Yes, but it was worth it." Karl tipped his chin up, made a small sound of appreciation. Even after all this time, some part of him still couldn't believe he was here. That they existed. That the three of them had built a comfortable life together, with a nucleus that had managed to survive three very busy and globe-trotting careers. "Speaking of, where is Sean?" "Out getting takeaway." Karl dipped his head to get at Orlando's lips. If he lived to be a thousand, he'd never get enough of the way Sean's and Orlando's kisses tasted. "Burned dinner again, did he?" Sean's disasters in the kitchen weren't nearly as amusing as his insistence that he could, in fact, cook, no matter all of the evidence to the contrary. "Mmmm... He was...um...distracted." "By you?" Orlando shrugged, and tried for an angelic look that didn't fool Karl in the slightest. "He kept bending over to check the oven, what else was I to do but take advantage?" "Naughty thing, I approve," Karl chuckled. Orlando's smile – half shy, half cocky – was still the same one that Karl had fallen for all those years ago. "I thought you might." "You know, if we all starve to death because Sean and I can't resist your wiles, it's on your conscience." "Is this the part where I say we only need each other for sustenance?" Orlando joked, even as his fingers were busy unbuttoning Karl's dress shirt. "I rather like the sound of that." Karl gently marked Orlando's place and set the script on the coffee table. "But you get to explain it to Sean when he gets home," he said, and dragged Orlando underneath him for a full-bodied kiss.
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