Dinner and Daydreams

The atmosphere of the restaurant was perfect, the food and wine were even better but they still didn’t compare to the company of the older, handsome, sweet man who sat across from him. Orlando couldn’t take his eyes off the artist’s wildly gesturing hands as they alternately moved in the air one minute, then stopped to gently caress the stem of his wine glass the next; his son’s latest girlfriend troubles falling easily from his tongue.

“I just don’t understand women dad” Viggo feigned Henry’s tone which got Orlando to snickering, “women Orlando…doesn’t he mean girls… I mean they’re only fifteen and,” the Dane paused at the sight of the ear-to-ear grin his young friend wore.

“I’m talking to much aren’t I…here we are on our first date and all I can talk about…”

“Is your wonderful son...and I wouldn’t have it any other way” the Brit whispered as he reached across the table and covered the older man’s hand with his. Viggo had finished his rant and a comfortable silence enveloped them as their eyes met over the flickering candle in the center of the table. Now Orlando had taken his friends hand in his countless times in the past but this time he could have sworn he felt the large hand under his slightly tremble, and when he tried to make eye contact to try to figure out what was going on in his head, the blue glossy eyes evaded his. Viggo was trying hard not to react when the younger man covered his hand, but that combined with the look in his baby browns made him feel like his heart had turned suddenly transparent and everyone could see just what he was feeling including the Brit, and it scared him just a little.

Their waitress who had been casually watching them as she made her rounds offering water to other patrons timidly approached their table as if she didn’t want to interrupt, the boys saw her and smiled as their hands separated and answered her wordless question by shaking their heads no.

“Well then...can I interest you two lovely men in some coffee and dessert?” she inquired as she glanced at the mostly empty plates in front of them, she saw their pause as they thought about it for a second, "or would you like for me to give you a couple of minutes to decide?"

"Yes please...in the meantime coffee sounds good" Viggo answered then looked to Orlando who nodded in the affirmative, "make that two." As the waitress left Orlando scooted down in his chair and leaned back setting one elbow on the arm and placing his chin in the palm of his hand a playful smile coming over his lips. Seconds later their very efficient almost annoying waitress arrived back at the table to fill their coffee cups and take their empty plates with a quick nod, then left them alone once again.

"What are you smiling about prissy El..." he kidded with a twinkle in his deep azure eyes but he stopped himself just short of saying the nickname as he remembered they had promised not to use those stupid goofy Lord of the Rings titles tonight, "Sorry Orlando I guess I just..."

"Can't help yourself" the Brit finished, "that's okay because I've been wondering all night about how you, a dirty filthy ranger, could possibly clean up so well." the Brit answered in his usual obnoxiously amusing way as he let his eyes drift very obviously over Viggo’s amused face and linger just a little to long on his smile laden lips.

“Orli you’ve seen me cleaned up hundreds of times before tonight.” Viggo quipped playfully then took a small sip of his coffee and winced slightly. The Brit sat back up and placed his forearms on the table then leaned against them, his whole demeanor changed slightly as he was acting shy and almost embarrassed. His eyes and head lowered as he ran one of his thumbs over his opposite forearm then after a minute he looked up and met the older man’s eyes, which practically gleamed with curiosity.

“I know Vig…but you look…there’s something different about you tonight…your eyes are absolutely sparkling and you look so happy…so handsome.” Orlando bit his lip and looked quickly back down eyeing the pattern on the tablecloth as he felt his cheeks begin to heat as he asked himself if he had really said that out loud. The artist seemed to freeze in mid sip at the Brit’s analysis of his looks making him feel a bit embarrassed and quite aware of his subtle blushing, he then took another mouthful of the hot liquid and set the cup down, then glanced around them to see if they were being watched. Satisfied that no one was paying attention he languidly reached over to cup the soft face of the other man and let his finger tips comb his ebony curls, the delicate movements sent pools of heat coursing through Orli’s body. In those few intimate seconds in which the pair were immersed in a world of their own the Elf could have sworn that he felt complete and utter tenderness connect them, something was definitely evolving here something unique and beautiful, God did he not realize what he was doing to him.

Then the older artist broke the silence, “Do you think that it could possibly be because of a certain E…”

“Well have you gentlemen decided on dessert yet?” the annoying overzealous waitress interrupted once again, this time she seemed to be in a hurry as she wiped the fallen hair out of her eyes and waited for their answer, Viggo winked and gave her a weak smile trying to hide his annoyance as he let his hand slide away from its warm spot and down to his lap. Then they quickly considered the dessert menu and ordered two to go.

*******

A few minutes later Orlando found himself a passenger in the older man’s car as it made it’s way down the highway, a Styrofoam container filled with two pieces of chocolate caramel cake balanced on his lap; and the man who held his heart behind the wheel.

“That was a wonderful dinner Vig…thank you” Orlando said as he played with the square box nervously his brown eyes never leaving it, he didn’t know why he was acting this way now; after all this wasn’t some stranger that he just met and wasn’t sure how to act around. Then he realized it wasn’t the man he was with it was the situation they were in, a first date with anyone even your best friend; maybe especially your best friend is kind of uncomfortable.

“Orli your acting like I’m taking you home,” the Dane glanced sideways over at him and noted his over active hand, how slender and long the fingers were and wondered how they would feel intertwined with his. Feeling the warmth of the balmy summer evening suddenly rush over him, or maybe it was the thought of a certain person’s touch Viggo wasn’t sure, but he pushed the button on his door to open the two front windows inviting the light breezes to play in his brownish blonde hair.

“Your not?” the young Brit raised his eyebrows in question as he turned sideways in the seat facing the driver who had turned his blue-green eyes back to the road, he didn’t know what the man had in store for him and he had to admit the mystery excited the hell out of him. Viggo could feel dark orbs looking at him as he reached out and cupped Orlando’s knee softly, “No Orlando I’m not…as a matter of fact that was the furthest thing from my mind, unless you’re ready for me to take you back?”

“No I…” the Brit glanced down at the motionless hand that was still resting on his knee, giving it mental permission to wander freely to places where friends aren’t supposed to go when Viggo’s deep voice interrupted.

“Good because as far as I’m concerned the nights just begun and I…” the Dane paused and moved his jaw sideways and shifted in his seat. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to say the words yet, was it too soon to put himself out there to tell the younger man a little of what he wanted; Orlando watched curiously as the other man became hesitant and unsettled.

“Yes…?” Orlando asked trying to coax the words out of his friend as he placed his hand lightly on Viggo’s forearm and started to lean in closer so he could hear the almost whispering voice. The Dane could see out of the corner of his eye that the man beside him was moving and he turned to meet his gaze and as baby browns met impassioned blue orbs he forgot everything he was going to say, or do, or had done.

The next thing he was aware of was the soft touch of lips on his cheek alongside his mouth, he almost forgot he was driving as he was lost in the moment; and snapped out of it when he heard the loud honking of a horn in front of them. The two men sucked in air like it was their last as they jerked their heads forward to see bright lights right in their path, the Dane grabbed the steering wheel with both hands then automatically reacted maneuvering back to his side of the road watching the large truck pass, its horn still blowing loudly.

As his breathing started to return to normal Viggo looked over to him and could see him still visibly shaking, he took his hand to calm him and suggested coolly, “maybe we should continue that later we don’t want to end our first date at the hospital or worse the morgue.”

“Yeah that might put a damper on the evening” Orlando snickered ‘but what a way to go’ he thought to himself as he felt his body relax again then he scooted closer to his friend and without even thinking twice as if by habit he laid his head upon his shoulder, something that he had done a millions time before. They arrived about half an hour later at the beach the younger man not even knowing how they had gotten there until he felt Viggo’s hand tugging at one of his soft dark curls.

“Lando wake up”

“Hmmm?” Orlando stirred and sat up as he breathed in the cool clean salty air, “we’re at the ocean aren’t we…wait a minute how long was I asleep anyway?”

“Well I think you nodded off about ten minutes ago it was more of a cat nap, and before you ask I didn’t have the heart to wake you.” Viggo answered as he bit his lip at the sight of the drowsy brown eyes that stared back at him.

“Well what are we waiting for…the water beckons” a British voice giggled as his young companion quickly exited the car and was half-way down the beach before the Dane was even out of the vehicle. Affectionate eyes watched the disappearing figure as he retrieved a small picnic basket from his trunk and quickly followed, as he got closer he saw Orlando had already taken his shirt off and was pushing his jeans down wiggling his body in enthusiasm, beside him on the sand already laid a shirt his discarded shoes and socks. As the Brit pulled his leg free from his pants his dark eyes watched with interest as Viggo sat his basket along with the small square box from the restaurant down in the sand, opened the wicker container and pulled out two pairs of swim trunks and two towels then tossed one of each in his direction.

Orlando returned the gesture by lobbing his discarded pants at Viggo’s feet then laughing as his shirt followed landing directly on top of the Dane’s head, a long sleeve hanging down covering his face causing the man to smirk as he blew the sleeve up with a hard breath.

“I think you have it backwards handsome, you’re supposed to take your clothes off to go swimming” a British accent stated just before long nimble fingers pulled the shirt from his head throwing it aside, then began working on removing the artist’s dark vest. Then without even a pause or thought he grabbed the bottom of the white shirt and started to pull it up revealing a tanned chiseled stomach and chest as he went; eventually letting the garment fall to the sand after releasing it from the body of his friend. Orlando stood there silently for a second mesmerized watching as the wind played in the artist’s light brown hair, making it invitingly disheveled. Lord he was beautiful…he had always thought that, but there was something about him tonight maybe it was the moonlight and stars, the cool summer evening or God forbid maybe it was just the wine. As the warm breezes wrapped around them Orlando felt the pull of something powerful trying to bring them together, and on one hand he didn’t want to fight it anymore; but on the other he wasn’t one hundred percent sure if Viggo felt as strongly and he didn’t want to mess this up by making a move to fast.

“Orlando…penny for your thoughts”

“Hmmm?”

“You were a million miles away are you okay?”

“I…I was…” Orlando looked around nervously, “umm just thinking about how good that waters going to feel,” he answered quickly before he grabbed the artist’s face and gently head butted him then started toward the ocean, kicking sand up along the way. The last words Viggo heard before he hit the water and disappearing in a wave were, “last one in is a rotten Ranger!”

The older man just shook his head in amazement about how one minute the Brit could be so mature that the fact that he was nineteen years his junior would be totally forgotten, and the next the kid in him would emerge full force like a wild Jekyll and Hyde thus keeping Viggo on his toes every minute that he was around him. To say this man was exciting and full of life was the understatement of the year and it made him wonder more and more about why this attractive individual had accepted a date with him. The artist pushed the errant thought out of his mind as he awkwardly pulled his pants off leaving them in a wrinkled pile then donned his trunks before joining his potential lover in the rolling waves.

“Are you cold?” Viggo asked as he watched Orlando shiver slightly as they exited the water about an hour later and walked up the beach to where they had left the basket. Goosebumps had popped up on the younger man’s skin and he was trying to chase them away with the fast continuous rubbing of his hands up and down his own shivering flesh. The Dane reached the towels first and brought them over to where the Brit stood, “let’s get you dried off,” he practically whispered dropping his voice an octave as he stepped closer unfolding the large towel and wrapping it and his arms around the body like a coat encasing him in warmth. The softness of the cloth and the closeness of his friend was heaven to the young mans libido and he couldn’t stop himself from letting out a quiet sigh, closing his eyes and snuggling back against the hard chest. Viggo’s body was reacting in the same way if not more as he felt Orlando relax and press back against him, he knew if he didn’t let go soon Orlando would definitely feel just how much. The artist spotted the container that held their dessert that sat not three feet away, and decided it was time to indulge in the sugary sweetness and save the sweetness in his arms for later.

“Orli…I think we had better get dressed…besides we can’t forget about the cake and I made a special drink for you.” Viggo gave the firm body inside his arms one last hug and a gentle rocking motion before he unwrapped himself to grab his own towel and run it quickly over his own hair and skin. He smiled warmly at his young friend for when he had let him go he thought he heard what he took as a disappointed sigh, he didn’t want to make him feel like he didn’t want to touch him; because that was the farthest thing from the truth.

After they had both redressed they had spread out a blanket and Orlando was lying on it on his back, his hands behind his head, his legs crossed at the ankles and his eyes taking in the clear evening sky. Viggo’s lust filled blue-green eyes swept slowly down the slender body then back up to pause on his chest, watching it steadily rise and fall with each calm breath he took, he knew his heart and soul were being stolen by this lovely sweet too young guy who he had met by chance on the other side of the Earth. Viggo started to retrieve the small thermos and two glasses from the basket when he glanced at the Brit and was almost taken over by the warmest angelic smile unlike any other the artist had ever seen before, a treat just for him causing his heart and soul to melt.

“Drinks and dessert I see,” Orli quipped as he rolled over onto his side, then sat up crossing his legs facing Viggo as he took the offered glasses the cake still sitting between them, he grabbed the thermos and opened it then breathed in the indistinguishable contents giving his older friend a weird smile.

”What is this concoction?” he queried handing the container to the Dane then holding his glass up for him to fill it, “smells peachy?”

The Dane laughed, “it’s called sex on the beach Orlando…it has Peach Schnapps, vodka and some other juices in it.” Orlando took a tentative sip then mmm’d his approval and downed the rest.

“Good huh…I thought you might like it…I didn’t know if you had drank it before and…and…there’s a reason why I made this tonight,” the Dane hesitantly said with a grin as he refilled the other man’s glass. “I kind of heard you, Dom and Billy talking about fantasies and one of yours was having sex on the beach so…”

“You thought you would make this for me…instead of having the real thing” Orlando finished a little more abruptly than he intended before he downed the drink and handed the glass back to him. Then his eyes and hand became very interested in the blanket he was sitting on, Viggo thought he heard a little hurt in the younger man’s soft voice making him wonder if he had upset his feelings. “Orli look at me” the artist paused until the sensitive brown eyes met his then continued, “please don’t take this in the wrong way I did this because…”

Brown and blue orbs collided as the Brit raised his fingers to cover the artist’s moving lips as they tried to explain his intentions, then eased them into silence with a calm shushing until all that was heard were the crashing waves, then the gentle ebb and flow of them as they reached up onto the sand only a few feet from where their picnic. By this time the setting sun was halfway engulfed by the water, its soft glowing colors painting and mixing with the blue of the ocean creating a spectrum of brilliant new shades that seemed to want to tickle the men’s faces as Orlando let his digits move to caress their way along Viggo’s sharp jaw line.

“I’ll tell you why…because you’re a gentleman in every way and a very, very sweet one at that…and I want you to know that this has been the best first date a guy could ever have, and that’s not because we ate at my favorite restaurant, or the fact that right now we are at one of my favorite places but because I'm sharing it with my favorite person…you” Orlando whispered with the most fond tender look on his face as he maneuvered himself to his knees then sat back on his heels “and now if you don’t mind I want to find out if your lips are as sweet as your heart.”

With those words being uttered the Brit began to slowly lean over toward the Dane he went to place his hand down to hold his weight as he arched over the cake, when all of a sudden he stopped moving and slowly lowered his eyes to the sand between them. Viggo had let his eyes close in anticipation while trying to calm his racing heart sitting in wait for their lips to touch, but the meeting never came and after a second he opened his eyes hoping that the young man hadn’t changed his mind. The face of the Brit and the surprise that he saw coming from it were priceless, he had his hand palm up and full of chocolate caramel cake as a slightly disgusted yet surprised expression stretched across his features.

The artist broke out in a fit of laughter the kind that when you hear it you can’t help but join in as he took hold of the dessert filled hand, “gives a new meaning to the phrase finger foods doesn’t it?” he quipped between labored breaths then scooped up a little of the topping with a finger from his other hand, then promptly stuck it between his lips and sucked it clean while raising his eyebrows sexily.

“We’ll if your going to do that you might as well get the whole effect…Mr. Mortensen!” Orlando bellowed in his deepest voice, with that vague warning he pushed his cake covered hand into the Dane’s face and twisted it a little for good measure, then pulled away to gaze appraisingly at the chocolate mask he had bestowed on him. Then as his brown eyes watched in wonder Viggo’s long wet tongue emerged from between frosted lips to lasciviously lick a line through the cake that was smeared around his mouth, with a long moaning “mmm.”

Orlando opened his mouth intending to speak but only a breathy squeak emerged followed quickly by a huff as the Brit was suddenly pushed backwards to the blanket, where he landed on his back with the larger man over him their lips inches apart, the cool evening air around them heavy and electric.

“Viiig” the dark curly haired young man exhaled sending the name lofting into the breeze as the moody blue eyes above him locked with his own, then he felt a hand cup the back of his head just before the Dane dipped his head down and touched their lips together in a very soft kiss. Orlando was rendered helpless while warm caramel lips tentatively began caressing his own as the body over him sighed then relaxed into him allowing their chests to touch, in that second of his life the young dark haired man realized that he had never felt a kiss this good. The artist answered with a contented sigh and the sweet response encouraged the already helpless man under him to tilt his head and deepen the union, tasting and mixing the chocolate from their mouths and getting lost in the magnificent combination.

After a few minutes the older artist felt Orlando’s hands start to rub up and down his body until they found the bottom of Viggo’s shirt pushing it up, that’s when the artist pulled back breaking the kiss much to the Brit’s consternation, they were both breathing heavily by this time and he felt like the younger man was wanting to take this further than he had intended.

“Orli…I’m enjoying this very much but I think…I think we had better stop,” the older man confessed as he kissed the tip of his nose then rolled off him to lay on the blanket, at that moment a giggling sound reached his ears and he looked over to see a broad smile covering the other man’s face. Then he watched as the young Brit grabbed a still damp towel, reached over to place it over his face and began to wipe the remaining thick brown substance off his nose, cheeks, and forehead as he kidded “I almost forgot that rangers need someone to take care of them constantly and keep them clean and tidy.”

Viggo laughed out loud at the comment as he sat up, then took Orlando by surprise as he quickly snatched the dirty towel from him and immediately rose and backed away, then grasping it by both ends he began to twirl it so it became a tight band, the Brit watched wide-eyed and jumped to his feet as the Dane asked, “yeah we do…do you want the job?”

The evil grin on his face explained the painter’s intentions and Orlando took a few steps backwards to as he questioned, “I don’t know…do I have the qualifications and what are the benefits?”

“Baby…I pretty sure you are over qualified and you’ve already had a preview of the benefits,” Viggo teased as he came closer to Orlando his gleaming orbs eyeing the best spot to hit on the younger mans legs and snapped the towel toward it.

“You missed old man…I thought rangers had better aim than that!” the Brit teased as he took a quick hop backwards out of the way of the cotton weapon and stuck his tongue out then stood there his body bent over slightly with his legs positioned in a wide stance ready to move at a moments notice, watching as the Dane rolled the towel up again.

“You can only evade my advances with your quickness for so long Elf” Viggo informed as he lunged again and snapped the towel at the lithe body in front of him, and again he came up short when the Brit sidestepped his attempt, then grinning like a Cheshire cat he informed the Dane, “Either you need to grow longer arms or get a longer towel.”

The painter paused and placed his hands on his hips at that remark letting the towel hang down to the sand, while attempting to hold back a smile as he watched his target turn around and wiggle his tight rear end playfully in his direction then smack it, “is this what your aiming for?”

“Smart ass” the painter muttered as he looked down at the sand and shook his head, Orlando took the opportunity while the man had has head down and lunged forward for the end of the dangling towel but blue eyes caught him and he skidded to a halt slipping in the sand in the process. Viggo started toward him and the quick elf reversed his direction scrambling away just in time, both of them laughing hysterically at each other and the situation.

“You almost got me that time!”

“Yup!” Viggo yelled with pride as he slowly and methodically readied his weapon once again, his face feral and focused. The Brit could tell the other man was getting serious and knew he would have to watch his step better, “hey old timer I want to hear more about this job…are the duties going to require me to be there from nine to five and five days a week.”

“Definitely…and it will require you to work most evenings and weekends also,” the artist answered. By now they were both sidestepping in a circle around their blanket like two Sumo wrestlers only a lot more fit, their playfulness with each other coming as naturally as breathing.

“Good because I’ll need lots of overtime.”

“You bet…as much as you desire” the Dane promised as he wrapped the towel tighter around his fist. He had realized that the only way to take him down was if he went for it body and soul, so he stopped and planted his feet in the sand grinding them down to try to get traction so he could take off quickly and hopefully reach him before he could react.

“And be quite sure I can keep you very, very BUSY!” Viggo promised smugly then he took off at a sprint throwing sand up behind him, Orlando’s brown orbs grew big at his sudden momentum towards him and all he could do was step backwards awkwardly in response. Then in a split second an idea came to him, he placed his foot down with his next step and convincingly pretended he had stepped on something, then fell to the ground cupping his bare foot with his hand. Viggo slowed as he neared and let himself fall to his knees next to him a concerned look covering his features, he had dropped his weapon in the process and it was now within the sneaky Brit’s reach.

“Oh god Orlando what’s wrong?” the Dane asked as he ran his hand down Orlando’s leg to his foot and lifted it up so he could check it out for injuries, then in the next second the dark haired man pulled his foot free from the artists grasp while simultaneously reaching for the discarded towel, and stood up with a gratified smile. He was already winding the weapon up as he gazed triumphantly at the other man who was still kneeling his mouth now open in surprise, but the young Brit’s victory was short lived as he watched the face that he loved go sullen as the older man raised his hands in the air above his head and lowered his head so his eyes met the sand in submission.

“What in heaven are you doing?”

“I’m giving myself up” Vig quipped.

“Why…I thought a ranger would fight till the end”

“We’ll its all for a good cause”

“What cause?” Orlando asked as he knelt down facing him his heart still beating quickly from his exertions as he laid his slender hands on the artist’s thighs just above his knees, which Viggo tightened in reaction as he lowered his hands to cover the Brit’s and brush his thumbs over each one. In that quiet moment something sweet and honest was shared between them and the Dane had an almost overwhelming urge to kiss the other man again, but decided to wait until the end of their date to share in that euphoria for a second time plus he didn’t want to start something that he was afraid he couldn’t stop.

“Ummm…the cause…how about I keep that for a surprise…besides I have a sudden craving for chocolate and caramel with some sex on the beach to wash it down,” Viggo visibly cringed lowering his eyes to the smashed cake, he knew what the undertones in his words sounded like but it was to late to take them back. Orlando cleared his throat as he hid a smile before the two men made themselves comfortable on the blanket and proceeded to hand feed each other the messy calorie filled dessert, and in the process testing the Brit’s longing that ate at him to be swept into that mouth again and into heaven.

“I’m glad you forgot the forks it’s much more fun this way,” Orlando murmured as he licked the last of the icing off of his own fingers as the older man half way filled their glasses then sat the nearly empty thermos back in the wicker basket. As he did he heard the familiar sound of the Styrofoam being closed then tossed aside, afterward he felt a welcome presence at his side and turned back to find the younger man very close.

“To us” Orlando whispered as he clinked their glasses together, gave the artist a wink then took a long sip watching through lidded eyes as the other man did the same. The two men then sat silently enjoying the sound and sights of the ocean until Orlando decided he’d had enough drink and laid back to rest on the blanket pillowing his hands behind his dark head, Viggo following close behind his hands coming together on his stomach after he sat his glass down beside him in the sand, two sets of eyes lifting to the darkened sky.

As they busied themselves studying the stars Viggo started to mumble to himself in his artist’s deep tone, words that sprang into his head about the night astounding the Brit with the intensity and romantic quality in them, then Orli heard his name and felt his hand being drawn to the other man’s cheek.

Orlando froze and actually stopped breathing for a moment when he turned his head and found the Dane looking at him wistfully, his eyes as deep as his words. The Brit swallowed as he rolled over to his side and let the other man guide his hand across his shaven face as he whispered, “that was beautiful…was it for me?”

Viggo quenched a sigh as he answered, “Yes…a summer night’s poem for a beautiful person…yet I don’t know if I really did you justice.”

“Anything you write for me is well beyond what I could ask for or even imagine…and I’ll remember it as the highlight of this evening” Orli whispered then laid his head on the Dane’s strong shoulder and snuggled down. They laid there together until the already cool breezes became cold making them decide to leave, so they gathered their belongings and started back up the beach to Viggo’s car.

They walked side by side their feet sinking in the sand until they were almost to the street, when the handle of the basket Vig was carrying accidentally slipped from his hand and tipped sideways allowing their wet swim trunks that were covering the drink container and glasses to fall out, the thermos followed them with a clunk. Viggo paused to pick up the items as Orlando kept walking ahead unbeknownst to what had happened, the young Brit reached the car then threw the towels and their shoes into the backseat then turned around to see the artist coming up behind him. Suddenly everything went quiet as he focused on the masculine figure and the almost to loud clicking of his shoes as they came into contact with the pavement, then the resounding jingle of his keys in his pocket made their debut as the man casually played with them. De-ja-vu hit him like a ton of bricks this was his daydream and it was as real as they were, as real as the sweet allure radiating from the other very male body that had his full attention of his eyes and other parts of his anatomy. As real as the soft thud of the picnic basket at his feet…as real as the warm breath and soft sigh flirting with his cheek…as real as the hand that brushed through his chestnut curls to cup the back of his neck and squeeze it gently almost commanding him to close his eyes and he gave in willingly.

Then he heard the words, “Beautiful Orli” and his heart raced because it knew what was going to happen next. But the kiss never came and the Brit let out a soft whimper that he didn’t even realize he had been holding and slowly opened his eyes to a sight that nearly broke his soul, the man was crying.

“Vig?” the younger man murmured as he studied him and the tear that was gliding down his cheek, “tell me please.”

“Remember when I was giving up earlier to your advancements with the towel and I told you I was keeping the cause of why a secret,” Orlando nodded in answer, “well the cause is you…you see I’ve fallen head over heels in love with you and whatever this is between us I want it to last forever.”

“Me too Vig…me too”

The kiss the two men shared passed all the Brit’s expectations, not only because the artist was very talented with his lips and tongue and hands, but because of the all encompassing love that was overwhelming his heart and soul that night and he was sure that it would last a lifetime.

The End

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