"Sean, it's your turn." The hand on his arm stopped his thoughts. Dark brown eyes -- as perfect as the rest of him -- gazed at Sean expectantly. Hmmm? Oh yeah, right, his turn. "Right, right." He lifted his own bow, fitted an arrow through it. He set his sight on the target, tuned out the sounds of nature all around him. The early morning mist on the field created a shadow world. He and Orlando could be the only two people on the planet...Orlando... Sean's shot went wide, landed on the soft, dewy grass behind the target. Sean cursed softly. He was never going to be able to concentrate like this. "You're getting better," Orlando said, cheerfully. Sean just glared at him. "What, I'm serious." Orlando shoved his hands in his loose-fitting jeans. Those forearms tensed, flexed. And Sean got hot all over again. This was ridiculous. Orlando was practically half his age. "You know, maybe I'm not the best person to be teaching you," Orlando continued, running a hand through that horribly spiky black mohawk that somehow seemed to suit him. "Nonsense. You're a bloody fantastic shot." "Yeah, but I'm not a very good teacher." "You're fine." These early morning lessons were the only time Sean ever had Orlando to himself. He wasn't willingly giving it up. "Just show me again." Orlando came up behind him, put those maddeningly alluring arms around his, and lifted the bow in Sean's hands. "Okay, one more time." Orlando's breath tickled Sean's cheek as he spoke instructions. Sean fought not to lean into that lithe, young, muscled body. He was such a perv. Orlando's strong hands closed around his, showed him how to string the bow, nock the arrow into position. "Okay, look at the target," Orlando said from behind him, still guiding him, arms still wrapped around him and toned chest pressed against him. Sean obeyed and lifted the bow. He saw the target, tried to forget those forearms against his, tried to forget that soft breath in his ear. He ended up just closing his eyes and letting go of the string. "Wow." Orlando sounded impressed. Sean opened his eyes -- he'd hit the target dead center. "Told you you're a fine teacher." Sean turned, in Orlando's arms, smiling. And just stopped, paused at the sight of those full lips not two inches from his. He should pull away -- he needed to pull away. Orlando's lips parted and Sean saw a flash of pink tongue darting out over perfect white teeth. He swallowed, ached. And breathed a sigh of both relief and regret when Orlando stepped back, muttering something in... "Are you speaking Elvish?" "Hmm, yeah. Sorry." Orlando blushed, going delightfully pink around those high cheekbones. "What did you say?" "Nothing important." "What did you say?" Sean repeated. Orlando muttered something under his breath, shuffling his feet. Sean put his bow down on the grass, reached out and lifted Orlando's chin with a soft touch. Those beautiful eyes in that heart-breaking face stared back at him, full of trepidation and some nameless thing Sean was reluctant to even hope for. "Tell me," Sean said, his words husky. "I said you were beautiful." Orlando whispered the words. Orlando thought he was beautiful? He somehow found words in a locked throat. "Say it again." "You're..." Sean stopped him. "In Elvish," he clarified. "Lle naa vanima." The lilting language rolled off Orlando's tongue like music. "Lle naa vanima." "Not bad," Orlando laughed, his voice a little shaky. Hearing Sean say the words back to him had melted him. "Next thing you know, you'll be giving me lessons." "I sincerely doubt I could teach you anything." "Actually, you could." The words spilled out of Orlando's mouth before he could stop them. Sean lifted an eyebrow. "And what's that?" Orlando rushed the words. "Teach me how to kiss a man." "Come again?" "I'm not trying to presume anything, really I'm not," Orlando babbled. "It's just that...I saw you and Viggo kissing the other day and..." "You did what?" Sean had thought he and Viggo were being extremely careful. Sean's divorce wasn't quite final and it wouldn't do at all to give Abby any ammunition in the court hearings. "It was an accident. I was coming to your tent to find you -- for PJ -- and you and Viggo were there and..." Orlando trailed off, shrugged. "Anyway, it got me to thinking about things." "Quite the little voyeur, aren't you?" Pale green eyes crinkled as Sean smiled and suddenly Orlando could breath again. It was okay. Sean wasn't going to kill him. "What did you think about?" Sean asked. "Just...ah...what it would be like. It made me hot," Orlando admitted in small voice. "Did it?" "Yeah, it did." "Did you do anything about it?" Those bedroom eyes widened slightly. "What do you mean?" Orlando asked. Sean gazed back at him steadily. "Did you think about Viggo's lips on mine and wank off?" Orlando couldn't even believe they were having this conversation, let alone that he was getting all hot and bothered by it. But they were, incredible as it seemed. And he was getting very hot. And very bothered. "Yeah, I did," he admitted. Sean's smile was slow, sensual. He moved closer, brushing that lean, graceful body against Orlando. "Tell me what you thought about," Sean demanded, his words causing a slow burn in Orlando's gut. "I thought...ah..." Orlando couldn't think with Sean's eyes on him, so he closed his. It wasn't any better. Now he could really feel the heat, the tension between them. Now he could hear Sean's raspy breathing near his ear. Now he could almost taste those lips on his. "I thought about you kissing me," he managed to say. Sean leaned closer, hard body now completely flush against Orlando. "So do something about it, then." It was a dream come true. A gift from the gods. Orlando leaned up, clumsily put his lips on Sean's. Nice, soft -- not at all like what he'd been expecting. Slight stubble scraped his chin and soft lips opened for him, allowed his slow exploration. There was no hurry -- only a long, nameless now of discovery, of want. Orlando pulled back, opened his eyes, looked at Sean. The other man was flush, pupils dilated, breath coming a little shorter. But he didn't move, didn't pounce -- only looked back at him with calm, green eyes. "Very nice," Sean commented. "May I?" He gestured to Orlando, who nodded, still stunned from a kiss that rocked him to his toes. Sean bent his head and Orlando closed his eyes again in anticipation of another kiss. And opened them when he felt soft lips on his forearm. He looked down. Sean's pale hair was in his face, hiding it, but he could see a tongue snake out to lick up his arm. Orlando's breath hitched...he hadn't even known that part of his body was an erogenous zone. Sean tasted the muscled flesh -- nibbling and kissing his way up Orlando's arm. He ran his tongue along Orlando's tricep. Orlando shuddered, thought about that soft tongue elsewhere, pleasuring him in more sensitive areas. Bloody hell. Sean raised his head, grinned with sheer delight. "Gods, I've been wanting to do that for ages." He leaned back, inhaled Orlando's scent, watched him sigh. "Now," Sean said, lips once again inches from Orlando's, "let's try that kiss again, shall we?" It was all the invitation Orlando needed. This time, his kiss wasn't hesitant, wasn't shy. This time, he feasted. He tangled his fingers in long blond hair, slanted his mouth over Sean's, dove in with his tongue. Christ, Sean was sweet. "More." Orlando's voice was hoarse. "Teach me more." "Are you sure?" Calloused fingers grazed Orlando's cheek. And Orlando burned. He wanted. "Yes." Orlando grabbed Sean's hand, settled it firmly on his crotch. "I have never been this hard. Ever." He almost came right then when Sean caressed him through his jeans. "Sean..." "Patience." Sean moved his hand back up to Orlando's cheek. He stroked the soft skin, watched him shiver. "You have only one first time," Sean continued. "It needs to be special." "I don't care about special," Orlando ground out. "I only care about getting off with you." Sean chuckled and the sound tugged at Orlando's groin. "So impatient." He kissed Orlando's brow. "Come to my place around 7. I'll make you dinner." "You can't cook." Sean laughed at the blunt statement. "I know." Oh...OH. Orlando felt like the world's biggest dolt. He gave Sean a sheepish smile. "Yeah, okay. I'll be there. As long as I'm not...um..." "Poaching?" Sean supplied. "Yeah. I'd hate to cause bad blood. Fellowship's more important." Unexpected maturity -- Sean was stunned. And touched. "Yes, it is more important. But Viggo will understand, I assure you." Viggo had known about Sean's fascination with Orlando for quite awhile now. And had given his blessing, should the boy ever take the first step. "Now, we've got to go. Dialogue looping today, remember?" Orlando was reluctant to leave the lovely comfort of Sean's arms, but he knew he had to. "So, I'll see you later?" Of course, he'd be seeing Sean all day, but that wasn't what he meant and they both knew it. "Tenna' telwan san', O'elle," Sean said, kissing Orlando's forehead. Until then, little one. Orlando blinked at Sean in astonishment. "Thought you said you didn't know Elvish." Sean grinned, eyes crinkling. He placed a soft kiss on Orlando's slack lips. "Now, I never said that, did I? What do you think Viggo's been teaching me?" Sean knew Elvish. Good God. It was going to be a long day. Onto Taste It
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