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[sunday night, 2 days post-party, a month after this]
Johnny loves moonlight, and moonlight on skin especially; it's not harsh like sunlight, it doesn't burn away artifice and expose flaws. Instead it softens and smooths and caresses, it makes everybody beautiful.
Moonlight makes Orlando look deific. Johnny envisions a scene shot in black and white, maybe on vintage stock, outdoors under a full moon. Orlando's skin, dew-damp, backlit by a high fat moon. It's the kind of art piece Viggo would like to do; Johnny makes a mental note to ring him up and ask if he's free.
Meanwhile Johnny leans back against his pile of pillows and his hands dip and dance and scoop up handfuls of opalescent light to rub over Orlando's chest, to bring that shine up to the surface, to make him glow. Meanwhile Orlando settles sleepily between Johnny's legs, tipping his head back onto Johnny's shoulder, allowing himself to be petted and making purrs of approval.
A breeze from the open window dances across Johnny's bare shoulders and even though it's warm Santa Ana wind the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. He shivers.
Johnny loves moonlight, and moonlight on skin especially; it's not harsh like sunlight, it doesn't burn away artifice and expose flaws. Instead it softens and smooths and caresses, it makes everybody beautiful.
Moonlight makes Orlando look deific. Johnny envisions a scene shot in black and white, maybe on vintage stock, outdoors under a full moon. Orlando's skin, dew-damp, backlit by a high fat moon. It's the kind of art piece Viggo would like to do; Johnny makes a mental note to ring him up and ask if he's free.
Meanwhile Johnny leans back against his pile of pillows and his hands dip and dance and scoop up handfuls of opalescent light to rub over Orlando's chest, to bring that shine up to the surface, to make him glow. Meanwhile Orlando settles sleepily between Johnny's legs, tipping his head back onto Johnny's shoulder, allowing himself to be petted and making purrs of approval.
A breeze from the open window dances across Johnny's bare shoulders and even though it's warm Santa Ana wind the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. He shivers.