Orlando walked into the hotel lobby singing to himself.  “This morning I woke up with this feeling.  I didn’t know how to deal with and so I just decided to myself.  I’d hide it to myself.  And never talk about it.”  His voice trailed off as he reached the front desk and looked up at the gentleman who greeting him, “Hello, I’m Keith Partridge.  I think you’ve got a key for me.”

The man typed the name into the hotel’s computer system and ran a card through the encoder, “Room 918, Mr. Partridge.  I hope you enjoy your stay.”

Orlando winked, “Thanks, I will.  Have a good night.”  He turned and headed toward the elevator and started to sing again.  “Bollocks, where was I?  Have to start over.”  He began again and was on the chorus when he got to the door.  Very quietly he slid the card key through the lock and cursed the click for being too loud.  He slipped inside the door and instantly smiled.  The smell was familiar.  The smell was comforting.  The smell was home.  It was sweet mix of soap, cologne, and pure Viggo.  He toed off his shoes and crept across the darkened room toward the bedroom.  He could hear Viggo snoring, or “breathing heavy” as Viggo insisted on calling it.  Orlando rolled his eyes and stifled a laugh as the heavy breather snuffled loudly and the bed creaked from the movement of Viggo rearranging himself.  Orlando continued to shake his head slowly as he pulled the t-shirt over his head, and slid his jeans and boxers off.  He left the clothes in a pile by the bedroom door.

Orlando’s eyes had adjusted to the lack of light and he could make out Viggo’s sleeping form.  He was half on his stomach, half on his side, squashing a pillow to his chest.  His entire body was on the right side of the bed.  His side of the bed.  Many a night Orlando woke up alone in his bed never in the middle, always on his own left side of the bed.  He assumed Viggo found himself staying on his side even when Orlando wasn’t with him.  Orlando was two days early returning from Australia, and had conveniently forgotten to call ahead.

Orlando’s weight did little more than dent the mattress after he’d raised the sheet.  As he scooted his body flush against Viggo’s he ran his hand from Viggo’s elbow to the hand tucked under his chin.  Viggo stirred and looked through sleep blurred eyes, “Orlando?”

Orlando smiled and kissed by Viggo’s ear, “Can you see me? Here I am.”  Viggo turned his face toward his lover to meet his mouth.  Orlando’s whisper soft kisses seemed to be asking permission for what had been his for the taking for many years.

Viggo understood, had even expected him to return like this, “You’re early.  You ok, baby?”

Orlando nodded, “Photographers worse than in the US.  Had to get away.”

“You’re always wanted here.”  Viggo brushed his lips over Orlando’s then added the light touch of tongue that had them both moaning quietly.

Orlando pressed his hips against Viggo’s ass and opened his mouth to let their tongue swirl around each other.  Orlando’s hand left Viggo’s and skimmed over soft chest hair and tight stomach.  “I need you like I needed you then.”

Viggo understood the reference to their past that no one else could fully fathom.  The encounters where they both overflowed with want and need to escape.  He ran his hand up and down Orlando’s thigh, “I love you, still.”

“Love you too.”  He let Viggo roll over to his back and they kissed more.  Orlando cupped Viggo’s balls and massaged him before moving to stroke his cock.  Kisses moved down Viggo’s neck before Orlando pulled away, “I want to make love to you.”

Viggo chuckled, “I couldn’t tell.”

Orlando pinched Viggo’s nipple much harder than was necessary, “Wanker.”

“You take care of that for me.”

The look in Orlando’s eyes could only be called lustful, “I swear it.”  When their mouths met this time a fire took hold.  Gone were soft gentle kisses.  Now tongues battled for dominance that neither truly wanted to win.  Gradually Orlando’s caresses turned more demanding.  His fingers found Viggo’s nipples and teased them to tight peaks.  Only then did Orlando break the kiss.  His tongue circled the tight nub as Viggo stroked his long curls.

The sensations on sleepy nerves had Viggo’s body moving in waves, “Feels so good, Orlando.”

Orlando slid his hand into the coarse curls bellow Viggo’s navel.  His fingers kneaded into the skin around the base of Viggo’s cock, “Jesus.”

Orlando sucked hard on Viggo’s nipple and groaned.  Viggo had reached down Orlando’s back and slid his finger between the cheeks of his ass to move lightly over his entrance.  Orlando moved his kisses lower down Viggo’s body and mumbled, “More.”

Viggo retrieved the lube from the drawer, quickly slicking his finger before driving into Orlando’s body.  By now Orlando’s kisses had reached Viggo’s erection and turned into licks.  Orlando lifted Viggo’s knee and wrapped his arm around Viggo’s thigh, letting his hand move along sensitive inner thighs.  Orlando curled his body, lying over Viggo’s stomach.  Viggo stroked inside Orlando deeper.  Orlando engulfed Viggo’s cock and was reward with a firm tap against his prostate.  Both shuddered and growled.

Orlando found the tube of lubricant and pushed two fingers into Viggo.  Viggo cried out unintelligible, “Fuck, Orlando.  How long are you going to make me wait?”

Orlando slid his mouth of Viggo’s cock, “Until you come.”  Viggo stroked his prostate again, “Oh, keep doing that.”

Viggo kept up the subtle stimulation inside Orlando, while Orlando worked inside Viggo to open him for his cock.  He scissored his fingers while pushing deep and pulling completely out.  Eventually he added a third finger, which provided constant bumps against Viggo’s prostate.  Combined with Orlando’s tongue working his cock it didn’t take long for Viggo to call out in ecstasy.

Before Viggo caught his breath and opened his eyes Orlando laid his body over Viggo’s, wrapped a leg over his hip, and slowly pushed his aching cock into the other man, “You feel so good.”

Viggo reached out to hold onto Orlando’s hip with one hand, the other toyed with his large brown nipples, “You feel good inside me.”

Orlando closed his eyes to take in the physical sensations, and listen to the sounds they both made.  The soft breaths were punctuated with deep moans, and staccato cries.  Their bodies moved together in the most timeless of rhythms.  Orlando lowered his body to lie on Viggo, “Want to feel all of you.”

Their mouths met in a searing kiss while their hips ground together.  Viggo clung to Orlando’s back, then used his hands to deepen and quicken Orlando’s strokes.  Orlando buried his face against Viggo’s neck to ride out his orgasm, thrusting deeply into Viggo’s wanting body.

Viggo soothed the younger man with soft strokes on his sweat coated back, “I hate that Australia was so hard on you, but I do love it when you’re needy.”

“We both do what we must, but it always comes back to us.”   Orlando rolled to his side and kissed Viggo softly, “When I feel like giving up.  I climb inside your heart and still find you’re my safest place to hide.”

THE END