Billy stretched joyously aching muscles, debated on staying in bed all day. The phone call Billy'd gotten earlier had given him an unexpected day off -- lovely thing, rain. Billy resolved to send a thank you note to Mother Nature as soon as he got a valid email address. He smiled at his own goofiness, closed his eyes, and fell back upon the rumpled cotton sheets. Plan A it was to be, then -- don't leave the bed unless absolutely necessary. He sighed, snuggled back under his blanket...and had about a half-second warning, in the form of a slight rustling, before a heavy weight pounced on top of his prone body, knocking the breath out of his lungs in one great big 'whoosh.' His eyes flew open in shock, encountered big, brown ones in a mischievous, handsome face. "Christ, Orlando," he wheezed, trying in vain to move. "Well?" Orlando's grin was wide, and his eyes twinkled with amusement. He shifted his weight so he was between Billy's legs and propped his upper body up with elbows on either side of Billy's arms. Lovely. Trapped beneath the whirlwind. So much for a relaxing day off. "Well, what?" he grumbled, trying to pull his arm out from the blankets. Orlando shifted his lean body again, and Billy was able to worm one arm free. He knew better than to ask Orlando to move. "Well, what happened? Did they come over? Did you show them the tongue trick? Details, mate." Orlando bounced the bed on every question, sending Billy bumping into the other man's chest, almost swallowing a mouthful of t-shirt. "Christ, Orlando, this isn't a bleedin' trampoline, sod off!" he cried, shoving at Orlando with his one free arm. Orlando just bounced harder. "Tell me what happened!!" Billy's head flopped back on his pillows. "Christ, stop and I will!" Abruptly, Orlando stilled, gazing down at him with an expectant look on his face. Thank God. Billy was beginning to get woozy. "Yes, they came over." "And?" "What, Orlando, you want a blow-by-blow?" Orlando leered down at him. "Did you?" This time, Billy thumped his own head back on the pillows. "I am not discussing this with you." Orlando made a waving motion with his jeans-clad legs. "Come on, give over. I'll start bouncing again..." "No. Now, get off me, you silly twat, so my brain'll start speaking to me again." Orlando rolled over on his side, wrapping his leg firmly over Billy's knees, still pinning him, and propped his head up on one elbow. "Now, give it up. I've waited all bloody night for details, and I'm getting some, or we're not leaving this bed." Billy didn't have the heart to tell him that he hadn't been planning on leaving the bed anyway. Orlando's leg on his was comforting, warm, and he snuggled in closer to Orlando's chest, thankful to breathe without the extra weight. "Well, you've got to know how it is," he said, looking up into big, brown eyes. "You've been with them. More than once." "Yes, yes, but you haven't. And Dommie's no fun to gossip with. So, out with it, old man, tell me everything." Billy rolled his eyes. Old man, indeed. What the fuck did Orlando think the geezers were, if he was an old man? Decided he didn't want to know. "They were lovely. Just lovely. Everything about them." "Yeah." Orlando sighed, face going all soft. He looked really beautiful like that. Then again, Orlando just looked beautiful, period. "Did they, you know, give you the treatment?" "Treatment?" Had Billy been gypped? "What treatment?" "You know, the whole one's kissing you while one's doing naughty things to your dick and it's like they're one person with two mouths." Ah yeah, that. "Yes." Billy nodded emphatically. "Great, huh?" Orlando's hand rested on Billy's stomach and was rubbing small circles on the bare flesh between his t-shirt and boxers. Somehow the blankets had gotten moved down to Billy's calves. Probably all that infernal bouncing. But Billy didn't mind. Orlando's hand on his stomach was nice. Soothing. Friendly, in that touchy/feely/Orlando kind of way. "Yeah, it was," Billy sighed, then sighed a little more when Orlando's hand grazed his ribs under his shirt. "I wish I knew how they did that." "Lots of practice, probably," Orlando said, continuing to rub Billy's stomach. "So, tell me about the tongue trick." Billy groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. "Could we just pretend I never mentioned the bloody thing?" "Fuck no." Orlando tickled the soft hairs on his chest, making him squirm. "Come on, tell me, show me, something." Billy's eyes popped open. Show him? "Show you?" he asked, looking into impish eyes. "Yeah," Orlando replied, his smile sly, almost...seductive? Orlando? "C'mon, I hooked you up with the geezers, you owe me." "I owe you?" Billy was imagining that smile. Yes, yes, that was it, he was still asleep, that wasn't Orlando moving his head closer to Billy's, wasn't Orlando's breath wafting across his cheeks, wasn't Orlando's eyes going all dark. "Come on." Orlando whispered the words across Billy's lips. Billy shivered, actually shivered -- over Orlando, what the hell -- and then, Orlando's lips were on his. Yes, those were definitely Orlando's lips on his, brushing across his in a gentle movement, parting his lips...and yes, yes, that was Orlando's tongue seeking entrance into his mouth...wow. Billy moaned, opening his mouth a little wider for Orlando's questing tongue, sucked on it gently, causing a reciprocal moan. The kiss was long, slow, deep, quite thorough, and had Billy's now very awake dick getting all twitchy and impatient for attention. "Mmmm." It was all Billy could manage to say once the kiss ended. He fluttered his eyes open, gazed at Orlando with what he was sure was a rapturous expression on his face. And finally noticed that Orlando had Billy's shirt shoved all the way up to his armpits and was stroking his chest, swirling over his nipples with delicate fingers. Christ on a pogo stick, whoa. "Orlando, what are you doing?" he asked, although he was pretty sure of the answer. He just didn't believe it. "I'm bribing it out of you," Orlando informed him, leaning forward to Billy's chest to replace his fingers with his lips. Billy arched off the bed, into Orlando's mouth, biting his bottom lip to keep his groan from turning into an outright scream. Orlando hadn't learned this from Sean. Or, if he had, Sean hadn't shared it last night. Good God, hot...just hot...hot mouth on his nipples, tongue swirling with lazy strokes on the sensitive nubs. Orlando's hand was inching down his body, fingers lightly walking over his stomach, his hips, under his boxers...under his... Billy couldn't bite back the scream this time. Wasn't sure he wanted to. Nimble, long fingers closed around his cock, circling him in solid heat. Orlando moved his mouth back up to Billy's, and now the kiss was voracious, plundering. Orlando sucked on his tongue with abandoned skill, and his lips were doing things to his that Billy was sure was illegal. Somewhere. Billy grabbed the back of Orlando's neck, brought those illegal lips closer, tried to crawl inside Orlando's skin...couldn't. Oh yeah, trapped by Orlando's leg on his. Okay. Fine. Trapped was good as long as Orlando never stopped moving his hand...just...like...that... Billy was sure he was floating. That explained the weightlessness. Wasn't because his good friend Orlando had just given him a supremely lovely, orgasmic handjob while sucking his tonsils out with his mouth. Nope. Not at all. Orlando's lips gentled, then stilled, and Billy actually found himself whimpering when Orlando lifted his head. Whimpering. Christ. "So?" Orlando's lips were now against his ear, tongue circling the outside rim. "So?" Hey, Billy could form words, would you look at that. "Are you going to show me or not?" Once again, Billy opened his eyes, focused his cloudy vision on Orlando. Okay, yes, he could definitely admit now that Orlando was smiling. That smile. The one that caused his toes to curl. "Am I going to show...oh!" That damned tongue trick again. "Is that really why you did this?" Not that Billy was complaining, no, he wasn't and his dick most assuredly was NOT complaining, but, he'd thought there might be more to this than...that. Whatever. "Not entirely," Orlando admitted, shrugging a slender shoulder. Billy thought that shrug would look a lot better if Orlando was naked. "But I thought you were straight, so there wasn't much point in mooning after you, now was there?" "Soddin' Dom, I'm killing him first thing tomorrow," Billy said, reaching out to pull Orlando's infernal t-shirt over his head. Naked chest...much better. "I'll help you." Orlando slid Billy's boxers all the way down his legs and Billy kicked them off. Orlando's jeans soon followed, as did Billy's shirt. Ah, naked. Completely. Now this was the way to go. "Just...one thing right quick, then," Billy said, looking up into Orlando's smiling face. "Why me?" "Silly Billy." Orlando shook his head, kissed his nose. "It's 'cause you're you. And you're beautiful. Now shut up and show me that damn tongue trick already." With a long kiss that promised more pleasures to come, Billy set about demonstrating. Onto Serious
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