Winter Work: travels
The little AU: Winter Work: Travels
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Karl accompanies Orlando down the coast until he can't go any further; then makes his way back to Bluff House and sets about getting over to visit Viggo in England.
He falls asleep on the big leather sofa worn out from missing and wanting and needing and having these two extraordinary lovers in his life, and feeling like he's maybe not their peer- he struggles with this irksome lack of confidence more than he suspects they know.
In his sleep he relives these last days with Orlando. Long lingering kisses and hot fast fucks, Orli being one of only two to ever top him (the other being Viggo, and neither often, that's just the way it is for Karl and they don't argue with him about it), dinner on the shore before Orli has to board and leave, whispers, tears, smiles. Karl wakes and finds himself hard, hand on his cock, so he does what comes next, picturing Orlando's brown eyes growing blacker as the pupils expand until he falls into them right at the moment he comes all over his hand, his thigh, and the floor.
"Ah, ye'see, now, what a mess I've made," he says, but he's smiling as he gets up for a towel and a tinnie. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, he thinks to himself, and punches Vig's cellie number into his phone as he carries the towel to the laundry pile and the beer to the bathroom where he plans to shower before starting to pack.
"Hello, Vig? Oh? What time is it? Want me to call back? No? Oh, you want me to do what? When, right now? Well... I was dreaming about Orlando just now, and-" Laughter from the other end sets him to laughing too. In that moment he knows- this is real, and right, and he belongs right where he is in it- with them. "Vig, you know I love it when you talk like that to me... well, yeah, it is having some effect... mmhmm..."
Neighbors
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Karl accompanies Orlando down the coast until he can't go any further; then makes his way back to Bluff House and sets about getting over to visit Viggo in England.
He falls asleep on the big leather sofa worn out from missing and wanting and needing and having these two extraordinary lovers in his life, and feeling like he's maybe not their peer- he struggles with this irksome lack of confidence more than he suspects they know.
In his sleep he relives these last days with Orlando. Long lingering kisses and hot fast fucks, Orli being one of only two to ever top him (the other being Viggo, and neither often, that's just the way it is for Karl and they don't argue with him about it), dinner on the shore before Orli has to board and leave, whispers, tears, smiles. Karl wakes and finds himself hard, hand on his cock, so he does what comes next, picturing Orlando's brown eyes growing blacker as the pupils expand until he falls into them right at the moment he comes all over his hand, his thigh, and the floor.
"Ah, ye'see, now, what a mess I've made," he says, but he's smiling as he gets up for a towel and a tinnie. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, he thinks to himself, and punches Vig's cellie number into his phone as he carries the towel to the laundry pile and the beer to the bathroom where he plans to shower before starting to pack.
"Hello, Vig? Oh? What time is it? Want me to call back? No? Oh, you want me to do what? When, right now? Well... I was dreaming about Orlando just now, and-" Laughter from the other end sets him to laughing too. In that moment he knows- this is real, and right, and he belongs right where he is in it- with them. "Vig, you know I love it when you talk like that to me... well, yeah, it is having some effect... mmhmm..."
Neighbors