GMornMorning, Orlando

Title: Good Morning, Orlando
Author: Kerry~Aja (orlandoobsessive@yahoo.co.uk)
Rating: NC17, eventually.
Pairing: JasonOrli
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Summary: Orli spends a Sunday morning with Jason.
Disclaimer: Never happened. Only in my head. Utter fiction.
Authors Notes: An odd little (big) series of many drabbles.. okay, 'tis long but I hope it's worth it! Hope people like... Happy 40th to Jason for June 6th.... :)
Additional Note: Each drabble is made up of two halves. One half (50 words) begins with "Orlando", the second half with "Jason". Which was probably a stupid idea on my part, but I liked the challenge. I think it turned out 'okay'. Heh.

One: 'Are You In There?'
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"Orlando? Orlando, are you in there?"

"Shit, shit.." Orlando hissed. He grabbed a fistful is bis blanket and pulled it to his mouth, biting down hard as he came.

"Orlando?"

"Mm. Yeah. Just a sec!" Orlando hoped his voice didn't sound that bad on the other side of the door.

Jason listened to the muffled sounds coming from Orlando's room. He was glad he hadn't just tried the door first, because he was almost certain of the sight that would have greeted him. He wasn't sure if he could see Orlando like that, and do nothing.

Then the door opened.

Two: 'Just Imagine Gimli.'
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Orlando grinned, maybe a bit too wide. Tried to will the heat out of his face, as well as the rest of his body. Remembered Elijah's advice when he'd called last night. 'Think unsexy thoughts. Imagine a female version of Gimli. Hell, just imagine Gimli.'

The thought made Orlando lau
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Jason frowned. A puzzled 'what's so funny?' frown. He looked discreetly over Orlando's shoulder, seeing rumpled bedclothes and a discarded novel. Felt Orlando looking at him and smiled, trying not to notice the scent of sex that lingered.

"Not interrupting anything, am I?"

"Nope."

"I wasn't born yesterday, you know."

Three: 'Only The Messenger.'
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Orlando stared. "What?"

"Er.. Nothing. I came by to see if you wanted to go with the lads. Just passing on the invitation from them."

"Where are they going?"

"Out, to look around the market. No details here, I'm only the messenger."

Orlando chewed his bottom lip. "You're not going?"

Jason shook his head. "I'm going to have a quiet day. Just me, a cold beer, and a book."

"Sounds good. So 'just me' leaves no room for company?"

"I thought the book reading might be rather antisocial."

Jason was rewarded with a smile.

"Not if you read to me."

Four: 'Not The Same.'
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"Orlando.. You are joking, right?"

Orlando thought Jason knew he never said anything unless he meant it. Besides, what better way to spend a Sunday than having Jason Isaacs read to you in that damned heavenly voice of his?

"Why would I be?"

"You must know how to read yourself."

Jason wasn't sure if he liked the way this was going. Where it *had* gone, really, because there was no way he could refuse now. But.. Alone in a room with Orlando? Reading to him? Trouble in any language.

"'Course I do, but it's not the same."

"And why's that?"

Five: 'Parallel Universe.'
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Orlando shuffled his feet, looked down at them.

"Just isn't." He could feel Jason's eyes on him. Flexed his toes against the carpet.

He blushed at Jason's next words.

"What should I read to you then? What kind of story does Orlando Bloom like to hear? Fairytales?"

Orlando's breath caught.

Jason heard the hitch and it was his turn to grin. "So it's once upon a time you like?"

"Jason?"

"Come on, the beer won't get any colder than it is." In a moment of bravery, Jason held out his hand.

In another moment of only-happens-in-parallel-universes surrealism, Orlando took it.

Six: 'Migration.'
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Orlando wondered if it was possible for his heart to suddenly migrate directly to his hand.

The damned thing seemed to be right *there*, pulsing hard and fast against Jason's skin.

Frightened Jason would notice, and annoyed with himself, Orlando pulled his hand away.

"It's okay, I know the way."

Jason resisted the urge to grab Orlando's hand back. "Alright," he said with a shrug.

He stood aside, letting Orlando lock the door, refusing to stare at the younger man's backside.

Except that he couldn't help himself. Had to shake images from his head when Orlando turned around.

"Let's go."

Seven: 'WhatWhat If?'
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Orlando didn't walk ahead or behind. He knew if he did he was either going to be worrying about checking Jason out, or worrying about how he looked.

Because of *course* Jason was going to be looking at him.

'Get a grip,' Orlando told himself.

But what if?

'Yeah, right.'

Jason wanted to whistle, hum. Something. The place seemed to be deserted apart from the two of them and though he knew it wasn't, he couldn't help but be secretly pleased.

He fished in his back pocket for the key to his door as they neared it, pulled it out.

Eight: 'Making Himself Comfy'
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Orlando waited patiently while Jason unlocked the door. Then d ind in the frame, watching the older man clear a folded pair of jeans off the couch so that they could sit.

He found himself wondering if the couch would be sturdy enough for what he wanted to do on it.

Jason turned from the closet and motioned for Orlando to come inside, which the younger man did, closing the door behind him.

"Make yourself comfy."

Orlando grinned, launching himself onto the bed. "Better than the couch," he said, stretching.

Heat pooled in Jason's groin. He sat down carefully and sighed.

Nine: 'Beauty and the Bloody Beast.'
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Orlando folded his arms beneath his head and drew one knee up. Tapped his foot against the sheets, staring at Jason's profile.

"So what are you going to read to me?" he wanted to know.

Jason turned to face Orlando, gave in and lay down beside him.

"Once upon a-"

"Jason!" Orlando laughed, lightly punching his arm. "Be serious."

"I am being."

"I'm not a kid."

Jason grinned, almost wolfish. "I know you're not."

"So I can stand something a bit more adventurous than Beauty and the bloody Beast."

"Which you will, if you'll just shut up and listen."

"Okay."

Ten: 'There Lived A Young Orlando.'
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Orlando couldn't help it if he was a bit fidgety. He was in Jason's bed, for Pete'se. e. Well, on it. But there wasn't that much difference.

He tried to be still. Tried not to think too hard about the situation.

Tried, instead, to concentrate on Jason's voice. Sexy.

*God.*

Jason continued. "Once upon a time, there lived a young.. Orlando, will you keep your feet still?"

After a choked bout of laughter, the feet no longer moved.

"There lived a young boy. He had a voice like storms on sunny days, and eyes like forest fires."

"Forest fires? What?"

Eleven: 'This Boy Had A Special What.'
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"Orlando, are you going to keep interrupting?"

"I'm just wondering how eyes can look like forest fires, that's all."

Jason looked at him, maybe a bit too pointedly. Orlando frowned. He knew he was missing something really quite blatant here.

He tried to put his finger on what it was.

Jason broke the gaze, rolling his eyes heavenward.

"They just can," he said. "Anyway, this boy had a special.. What? What is it now?" Exasperated, Jason sat up.

"Nothing. I just.. I thought you were going to read to me. You know, like from a book?"

"This not good enough?"

Twelve: 'Bad Guy.'
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Orlando shrugged. "It's fine. You could read me a book on physics and it'd be fine."

Inwardly, Orlando cringed. Probably shouldn't have said quite that much.

Jason arched a brow. Perfected bad guy expression.

"Really? Shall I test thheorheory out? Maybe not physics, but.."

"You're a bloody wanker, mate."

Jason blinked.

"Well I wouldn't have to be if *someone* would pull their finger out. So to speak."

"Who's that then?" Orlando chewed on his lip. Which was downright distracting. Then came a slow grin. "It's Jen, isn't it? You've got a crush on her!"

"No, I bloody well don't."

Thirteen: 'You're Getting Colder.'
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Orlando laughed. Why did he ever think Jason might be interested in *him*? The guy was totally straight. It was obvious.

"Well if it's not her, then it's got to be Charlotte."

"You're getting colder by the second."

Orlando bit back the urge to ask Jason to warm him up.

Jason shifted, getting off the bed. He picked up a book off the coffee table, one he'd been reading, and flipped it open to a random page.

"'Kate looked at her again, but less steadily than before; and resting her elbow on the table, covered her eyes with her hand.'"

Fourteen: 'Depends.'
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Orlando scratched his chin. "That supposed to be a clue? I don't know anyone called Kate, do I? Not here, anyway."

"It's Nicholas-"

"Nickleby. Yeah, I know. Seen you reading it."

"Are you going to let me read to you any time today? Or was there something else you wd?"d?"

Jason put the book down again. Something was definitely wrong. Orlando was usually a calm, laid back sort of person.

"Something else. Like what? Got any good music?"

"Depends what you call good."

Orlando shrugged, letting his foot slide along the covers, knee lowering.

Jason managed to stifle a moan.

Fifteen: 'The Outsider.'
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"Orlando?"

"Yeah?"

"Why didn't you go out with the boys?"

"'Cause. I'm not really.. You know. Sometimes I feel like the outsider."

"What?" Jason sounded truly stunned. "Those guys love you, Orlando. Everybody loves you."

"But I'm not really one of them, am I? Not even in the same league."

Jason sat again, on the edge of the bed.

"You're in a league all of your own, that's why."

"Ah, come on! That's so bloody corny!" Orlando laughed.

"It's true." Jason couldn't help but grin. A happy Orlando was infectious.

He couldn't think of anything better to be afflicted with.

Sixteen: 'Dirty Fantasy.'
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Orlando loved Jason's smile. It made his eyes seem that bit paler, faint lines appearing at their edges. "Still corny," he said quietly.

"Well, that's me all over."

"Nah." Orlando rolled over, onto his stomach, propping his chin in upturned palms. He stared at the headboard. "I don't think so."

Jason swallowed. Hard. His jeans were suddenly becoming tighter.

He shifted in a vain attempt to accommodate the growing weight of his arousal. A backside like that shouldn't be allowed out in public, he thought.

"What did I really interrupt earlier? Some dirty fantasy about.. who was it? Jen? Charlotte?"

Seventeen: 'I'm Peter Pan.'
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Orlando was thankful he wasn't facing Jason as his cheeks coloured. "No, I already told you. Nothing."

"Right, and I'm Peter Pan."

Orlando felt the mattress move a little beneath him, and turned his head to see Jason stretching out alongside him.

"Nice way to spend a Sunday morning, eh?"

Jason grinned. "You don't get out of it that easily, Orlando."

"Well, what? What do you want me to say? That I was bringing myself off to thoughts of you? Oh, Jesus.." Orlando dropped his hands, let his head fall onto the pillows. "I think I'll just smother myself now."

Eighteen: 'Do Your Worst.'
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"Orlando. Orlando, stop that."

A large hand closed around Orlando's shoulder, pulling him back from cotton covered pillows. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

"I was just.. Talking crap. Honestly," he insisted.

"Did I say anything?"

"Not yet." Orlando slowly cracked open one eye. "Come on then. Do your worst."

Jason moved his hand. Not off Orlando's shoulder, like he meant to, but lower. He watched his fingers trail downward, following the faint ridges of Orlando's spine. Heard the resulting gasp, and felt the tremor of a shiver beneath his palm.

"Jason? What are you doing?"

"Ssh. Just relax, alright?"

Nineteen: 'Do You Mind?'
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Orlando tried to relax, forgetting that the trying was what would make him fail. entientire world seemed to have shrunk to just one room.

More specifically, the bed.

Jason's hand, hot through his thin shirt. Hot despite the frigid air being pumped out around them.

Hot, and touching him.

Jason flexed his fingers, felt his palm starting to sweat.

"Do you mind me touching you?" he asked, voice hoarse.

"After what I just sayou you think I mind?"

"I'm just checking."

"No. Please," Orlando sounded equally husky, "carry on."

Jason moved from his propped position to sit up properly.

Twenty: 'Taste It.'
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Orlando sometimes hated that he was so sensitive to touch. It could be awkward, occasionally embarrassing.
eatheath Jason's gentle fingers, it was heaven.

His spine arched, curving wherever it was touched. His breath got caught and rumbled through a dry throat.

Oh God. A hand curled beneath his shirt, lifted.

Jason eased the cotton up a little, exposing a band of tan skin. Wanted, immediately, to taste it.

Quite certain that Orlando wouldn't protest, he moved again, lowered his mouth to the base of Orlando's spine, and swept his tongue across it.

It tasted how he'd thought it might. Exotic.

Twenty-One: 'Almost Imperceptible.'
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Orlando squirmed at the feel of Jason's tongue on him. Okay, that had been.. unexpected. Though not at all unwelcome.

His body reacted quickly enough. His erection was crushed painfully beneath him.

Words like 'please' and 'more' made their way into his mouth, spilled out in needy whimpers and moans.

Jason thought those sounds might just be the death of him.

He rolled the shirt up another inch, found the silvery-white tail of a scar. He'd seen it before, of course. But never this close.

He flattened his tongue over it, feeling the slight rise of it. Almost imperceptible. Almost.

Twenty-Two: 'Heated Words.'
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Orlando sucked in a breath, caught it behind his teeth and tried not to swallow it.

"Jason," he groaned.

"Is this what you want?" Heated words spoken against his flesh.

"Yes. Everything. All of it."

"You want it from me? Because.. what? Do you think I have experience or something?"

"Jason.. I want it from you because I want it from *you*." Orlando started to roll over, but Jason pressed down on his back.

"Stay w you you are. I'm not finished."

"Better not be, either." Orlando shifted, trying to find a comfortable position.

He forgot his discomfort as Jason continued.

Twenty-Three: 'Already Naked.'
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"Orlando.." His name was breathed out, warmth lifting goose bumps from skin as the shirt was inched higher.

He felt like he was already naked.

Felt like he fitted. Belonged. Not the outsider.

The centre of Jason's universe.

*Now who's being corny?*

Warm hands came around his waist.

Jason found each button on the shirt, popping them loose, achingly slow. He felt Orlando's chest swell with a sharp intake of breath moments before he realized he'd heard it, too.

He stroked over smooth shoulder blades, pulled the shirt looser. Drew the sleeves down Orlando's arms.

"Let me just.. Jesus Christ."

Twenty-Four: 'Just Perfect.'
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Orlando tried to look back at Jason.

"What? Is something wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. You're just.. perfect."

Orlando fell silent, felt Jason's lips ghosting across the back of his neck.

\fectfect to me, alright? In my eyes."

Orlando nodded, shivering when that hot mouth dragged over sharp stubble. Lips kissed, softly.

Jason freed Orlando's arms from the shirt and lifted his left leg over Orlando's. Knelt over him on hands and knees, trying to decide where to go.

Too much choice.

He bent his head, sucked the tip of Orlando's ear. Whispered into it.

"You really have no idea. Do you?"

Twenty-Five: 'Nobody Else's.'
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Orlando turned his head, cheek flattened against the pillow.

"Of what?" he asked, lashes fluttering.

"What you do to everyone. What you do to me. It's been a struggle," Jason licked a sensitive patch of skin just below Orlando's ear, "to keep andsands off you for this long."

"I'm-"

Jason placed a finger over Orlando's lips. "Don't say you're sorry. I don't want you to be sorry."

"What do you want me to be?" Orlando asked, voice low and streaked with need.

"You," Jason said. Then added, "mine."

"Give it all to me, and I'll be yours. Nobody else's."

Twenty-Six: 'When I First Saw You.'
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Orlando twisted around until he lay on his back. Looked up into pale eyes and smiled.

"You know what I thought when I first saw you?"

Jason's mouth opened, the promise of a kiss. "No."

Orlando lifted his hand, stroked a rough cheek. "My first thought was you're fucking gorgeous."

Jason laughed. "Right."

"Truth. Then I thought, you're probably even more gorgeous when you're fucking."

"Never had anyone just want me for my body before," Jason teased.

"And you're not now. Because after those thoughts I got to talk to you. Got to know you."

"Orlando.."

"Shut up. Kiss me."

Twenty-Seven: 'Blindly.'
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Orlando thought that every Sunday morning should start off this way. Because, *holy shit*, Jason kissed like a wet dream.

His tongue was everywhere, wrapping around Orlando's, sweeping along the edges of his teeth.

Orlando moaned into Jason's mouth, spreading his fingers out over a shaved scalp. Stroking sensitive skin.

Jason surprised Orlando, surprised himself, pushing into Orlando's hands. Made an odd sound between a growl and a purr.

Eyes closed, he blindly sought more of that touch.

His jaw fell slack as wet lips closed around his chin, slid down to his throat. Sucked hard, bound to leave marks.

Twenty-Eight: 'Patience.'
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Orlando accepted Jason's weight easilythe the body above him relaxed, sank onto him smoothly.

A hard pressure near his thigh made him groan, push up slightly.

*Oh, God, yes.*

"Jason.." Orlando lifted his hips, spreading his legs further.

"Patience, Orlando."

"Not sure how much I have."

"You'll have enough."

Jason, worried he might be crushing the slim body beneath him, managed to reverse their positions.

"Trust me," he whispered, before Orlando's lips covered his.

Jason let the hot tongue invade his mouth, loved the feel of it as it stroked his own.

Orlando moaned, started easing Jason's shirt upward.

Twenty-Nine: 'Look At You.'
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"-Orlando anywhere."

The two men froze at the sound of voices outside.

"I can't find Jason either."

"Tried his room?"

"Yeah. This is it. But he leaves the door open if he's in. So, he can't be in."

"Well, I guess it's just us then."

"Guess so. Let's get going."

Jason listened, almost whimpered when Orlando broke their kiss.

He was about to protest more vocally until he realized his shirt was being tugged at. He raised his arms and Orlando soon threw the shirt off the bed.

"Look at you," he said, reaching between them to stroke Jason's stomach.

Thirty: 'Could Be Beautiful.'
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Orlando couldn't remember ever making the decision to slow down before. Listening to his brain over his body. It was telling him 'ease off. Enjoy this.'

Okay. Maybe he *would* have enough patience. Though he was damned if he knew where it was coming from.

"God, just look at you."

Jason was spread out like a feast beneath him, tanned and - yeah - fucking gorgeous.

Orlando sat up, rock hard insiis jis jeans, and let his fingers trail upward. Flattened his thumb over an already stiff nipple, rubbed.

Harder, watching Jason's eyes fall closed.

So, men could be beautiful.

Thirty-One: 'Soft Sting.'
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Orlando voiced his thought.

"Beautiful."

Jason pushed up against Orlando's hands, shaking his head.

"Mm. You are," Orlando said, moving back to align their erections. He ground down, making Jason gasp, moan.

Slid his hand down to Jason's button fly and started flicking them open. Bit softly at flushed skin.

Jason spread one hand around Orlando's head, holding that wonderful mouth to his throat.

Forced his own head back against the pillow, surprised by the sounds he was making.

Hadn't heard himself mewl before. Strange. Didn't even know that he'd like the soft sting of teeth at his neck.

"Shit!"

Thirty-Two: 'Sure.'
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Orlando pulled his hand away sharply.

"What? Did I hurt you?"

Jason took a couple of breaths and opened his eyes.

"No. No, you didn't. Far from it."

Orlando cocked his head. \ you you sure?"

"I'm sure. But if you don't carry on right now, I'm going to hurt you."

"Jason.." Orlando crooned. "Didn't have you down as the violent type."

Any reply became a strangled cry as Orlando closed his fist around Jason's erection again. He stroked once, twice, and let go.

"Patience, right?" he whispered, grinning. Curling his hands into denim, he started to pull Jason's jeans off.

Thirty-Three: 'Tease.'
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"Orlando.. Did anyone ever tell you you're a tease?"

"Hmm? I'm not a tease. Just believe in savouring the good things in life. Taking time to enjoy."

"And tease."

Laughing, Orlando shoved Jason's jeans onto the floor. "Maybe a little bit. You like it... God.. you're beautiful when you're naked."

Jason half-smiled, cheeks turning red. "Just when I'm naked?" he asked, the smile widening to a grin.

Orlando settled his hands on Jason's thighs. "Nah.. Only more so." Lowered his head.

*Oh, sweet and holy-*

Hot, hot heat and wetness wrapped around him, pulling and sucking and licking and.. *Oh.*

Thirty-Four: 'Deeper.'
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Orlando hummed, smiled. Smiled with his mouth full of Jason, hard and wet and slippery from his tongue.

He leaned his weight on his hands, holding Jason steady, grounding him when his body just wanted up, up, more and his voice demanded more, please, now.

Orlando was happy to oblige.

Jason fought hard not to lose himself when Orlando's tongue licked down, down. Hands moving, curling beneath and lifting so he could go further down.
Deeper, and closer to *in* and then it really *was* in.

"I think I'm dead." Jason panted. "Dead and going to.. Ohh. Going to hell."

Thirty-Five: 'Need.'
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Orlando loved to use his tongue. Loved to taste, and if he'd given Jason the impression that he was a complete novice at this.. Well, now that notion had been completely put to rest.

He groaned, feeling the vibration where he touched. This was no good. He wanted something else.

"Jason.."

"Nuhh."

"Condoms.. Lube.. Need you."

Jason blinked. Orlando was asking him to think rationally? What was it he wanted? Oh, right. Of course.

"Drawer. There." Pointed with his foot, whimpering when Orlando got up to get what they needed. He didn't take too long. Luckily. Jason couldn't have waited.

Thirty-Six: 'Just Do It.'
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Orlando tore the foil pack open, pulled the condom out. Held Jason's gaze as he smoothed it over solid flesh. Jason arched into the touch, already highly sensitised, and sighed.

Orlando struggled free from his own jeans and bent down quickly to kiss Jason, squeezing the lube onto his fingers.

Jason bit softly at Orlando's lips, pressed coolslick fingers between smooth buttocks and stroked.

Orlando's head lifted, leaving Jason's teeth closed around his chin. "In me now. Sod patience."

Jason couldn't have agreed more. Slid two fingers into tight heat. Stretched and stroked before adding a third.

"Just. Do. It."

Thirty-Seven: 'Collided.'
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Orlando turned over. Lifted his legs, feet hooking over Jason's arms. Felt the nudge, the head of Jason's erection pressing into him.

Reached to drag Jason down until mouths, teeth, tongues collided in hungry kisses.

Squeezed eyes closed tighter at the building pressure, groaned as he broke and Jason shoved.

"Jason..."

Hips rolled, pushed, pulled. Jason struggled to keep eyes open, watch Orlando. Knew he'd hit that spot because Orlando's eyes flew open on a gasp.

He took Orlando into his hand, tried matching rhythms. Failing where he tried because it took too much concentration. Instead, fell into it naturally.

Thirty-Eight: 'Slipslidemelting.'
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Orlando vaguely remembered something about a world outside, about colours that were ordered and separate. Where words existed that weren't just meaningless sounds of pleading and need. Something beyond sex, skin and sweat, beyond Jason and.. This is beautiful.

Every stroke, every pushing pull made stars flash in his eyes.

Jason knew. Could feel the air closing in around them. Thoughts shifting to heat and touch and heat again.

Bodies slipslidemelting as pleasure made its presence known in crashing jolts that crushed noisy cries and soundless moans from heaving lungs.

Rational thought torn asunder in favour of a gradual chaos.

Thirty-Nine: 'Flicker.'
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Orlando thought maybe he should move. Before he became one with the bed. Although, that might not be so bad.

A lazy smile curled his lips, and he let his fingers fall while Jason kindly rearranged their limbs and disposed of the condom.

Scent of sex and Sunday morning. Heavenly.

Jason found Orlando's mouth again, angled lips and nipped and kissed. Coming down.

Still there was a low flicker, slow burn, subsiding into something new. Something that wouldn't go away.

"Eyes like forest fires," Jason murmured, looking to rich browns, warmth seeping through his skin.

"Jason? Just keep holding me."

Forty: 'Afterglow.'
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Orlando shivered, the air conditioning intruding on the afterglow. He reached down to pull the sheets up over them.

Wrapped one leg around, over Jason's hip, and leaned in to musky heat to lick at his throat. Loved to taste. Couldn't get enough of Jason's taste.

"Know what?" he whispered.

Jason looked down at him. "What?"

"I was right."

"About what? This is a nice way to spend a Sunday morning?"

"Well, yeah. That too. I was thinking," Orlando said, "that you really are more lovely to look at when you're fucking. So we shouldn't stop doing that."

"You're right."


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