"So impatient." Sean grinned, nuzzled Orlando's cheek with a slightly grizzled jaw. "Can't you simply enjoy the music and my company?" "Sorry," Orlando mumbled, accepting the gentle rebuke in the spirit in which it was meant, and rubbed Sean's cheek with his own. They danced together in silence for a few minutes, perhaps at a slightly slower tempo than the music warranted, but they'd never been much for convention. Orlando found himself relaxing, enjoying the feel of Sean's heart beating in time with his, the synchronous way they moved together. But he couldn't resist giving Karl a small wink when they passed by the table. Poor man looked slightly flustered, Orlando thought, but still dangerously attractive in that tall, broad-shouldered, powerful way. The sleek lines of Karl's suit emphasized his muscled build, and the dark, rich color brought out the gold flecks in his eyes. His hair teased the collar of his jacket in a tempting array, and all Orlando had wanted to do during their entire long dance together was play with the ends of it, curl it around his fingers as he explored the taste of Karl's mouth. "You're completely shameless, I hope you know that." Orlando focused his attention back on Sean, who was regarding him with cool, fond amusement. "I can't help it," he shrugged, not bothering to deny it. "I didn't say I blamed you." "You know I adore you, yeah?" he asked, winding his arms around Sean's neck, pulling Sean's familiar, beloved body flush with his own. "I know," Sean replied softly, eyes softening with love. "But you want him." The statement was made without a trace of jealousy. "What's not to want?" Orlando murmured, leaning in to nibble on Sean's lower lip. "He's dead sexy, charming, built all over..." "And is completely smitten with you," Sean finished, slanting his mouth over Orlando's for his own kiss. Orlando could taste the faint remnants of expensive tobacco and fine brandy mixed with Sean's own unique flavor. Instantly, his lips conformed to Sean's as he gave himself over to the kiss, all pretense at dancing forgotten. "Love you," he murmured, when Sean lifted his head, lips pleasantly bruised from Orlando's. "I know," Sean replied, just as softly, and reached a hand between them to smooth at Orlando's tie. "I think you're going to have to make the first move. He seemed slightly off-kilter when we spoke." "That's because you intimidate everyone," Orlando teased, smiling into Sean's smiling, crinkled eyes. He busied himself with fixing the hopelessly crooked lines of Sean's collar. "I hope you didn't scare him off." "Merely made him aware of our mutual interest." "Mutual?" Orlando let his hands rest on Sean's shoulders. "Are you...?" One of Sean's eyebrows quirked up. "Are you saying you're surprised?" After a thoughtful moment, Orlando shook his head. "Maybe not. We do tend to have the same taste," he replied, then smiled again. "Well, that makes this much easier." "And much more pleasurable in the long run." Just thinking about pleasure and Sean in the same sentence made Orlando hard. Add in Karl, and well... "Would you have...?" Orlando stumbled over the words, tried again. "I mean, if you hadn't been interested, would you have...?" Once again, Sean brushed his lips across Orlando's in a light kiss. "As long as you would have been comfortable with me there, yes." "I can't imagine not having you there," Orlando said simply. He was the luckiest of men, and he was eternally grateful for it, and for Sean. "Shall we, then?" Sean asked, tilting his head slightly in the direction of their table, and Karl. Orlando turned his head, saw Karl watching them, ill-disguised want and envy darkening those remarkable eyes. Raw need slammed through Orlando, hazing his vision, as he returned the look. He wanted. He hungered. Mental images tumbled through his mind, each one more pleasurable, more graphic than the last. "Oh yes," he breathed, and snagged Sean's hand to pull him along. Onto Tango, Threesome
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