The little AU: autumn dreams: full moon
The little AU: autumn dreams: full moon
slashfairy
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Do you remember, Orlando asks Karl, the first time we fucked?
Yeah, Karl says. Seems a bottle or two of red wine was involved, and the beach?
Was it? Orlando asks, eyes twinkling.
Hey. Now you're just messing with me. Karl tosses a pillow at Orlando.
I'd like to be messing with you, Orlando says, but I'd like a shower, too.
That, Karl says, grinning, That can be arranged.
Yep, says Orlando, getting up from the bed. I was just messing with you. See you in the shower.
Karl throws the other pillow, laughing as it just.barely.misses an Orlando who just.barely.skips.out.of.the.way, winking.
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The best part is when Karl washes his back.
Orlando can just lean against the wall. Lean on his forearms, or on his hands, or sometimes, if it's been busy and his back hurts, just lean his forehead against the tile, and let Karl take all the time in the world with soap and loofah and those big hands pulling out the tension, massaging away the pain.
Karl knows how to take the shower wand and play the water on him: hard massage, soft. Run it from the nape of his neck over his shoulders, down his spine, over his buttocks. Sluicing off the suds, the sweat, the grief, the anxieties. Making him able to relax, to let in the warmth, the care. Letting him just breathe. Just be.
Sometimes they fuck in the shower. Sometimes in the big hot tub. Sometimes in the big bed. Sometimes they don't fuck; they just go to bed, Karl with one leg out from under the covers, Orlando curled up beside him, and Viggo present by his absence in the house at the end of the bluff road. He's under the same full moon, wherever he is.
slashfairy
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Do you remember, Orlando asks Karl, the first time we fucked?
Yeah, Karl says. Seems a bottle or two of red wine was involved, and the beach?
Was it? Orlando asks, eyes twinkling.
Hey. Now you're just messing with me. Karl tosses a pillow at Orlando.
I'd like to be messing with you, Orlando says, but I'd like a shower, too.
That, Karl says, grinning, That can be arranged.
Yep, says Orlando, getting up from the bed. I was just messing with you. See you in the shower.
Karl throws the other pillow, laughing as it just.barely.misses an Orlando who just.barely.skips.out.of.the.way, winking.
~~
The best part is when Karl washes his back.
Orlando can just lean against the wall. Lean on his forearms, or on his hands, or sometimes, if it's been busy and his back hurts, just lean his forehead against the tile, and let Karl take all the time in the world with soap and loofah and those big hands pulling out the tension, massaging away the pain.
Karl knows how to take the shower wand and play the water on him: hard massage, soft. Run it from the nape of his neck over his shoulders, down his spine, over his buttocks. Sluicing off the suds, the sweat, the grief, the anxieties. Making him able to relax, to let in the warmth, the care. Letting him just breathe. Just be.
Sometimes they fuck in the shower. Sometimes in the big hot tub. Sometimes in the big bed. Sometimes they don't fuck; they just go to bed, Karl with one leg out from under the covers, Orlando curled up beside him, and Viggo present by his absence in the house at the end of the bluff road. He's under the same full moon, wherever he is.