"I don't know how to seduce an older man, Orli."
Orlando laughed. "It's pretty much the same as seducing anyone else. And I'm older," he answered, smacking Elijah lightly.
Elijah gave him a shove. "Yeah, but not as old as Bean."
"So? It's the same thing."
"What - flirt with him, get him drunk, crawl in his lap, snog him, and tell him I want to fuck?" Elijah asked, skeptical.
"Yeah, pretty much," Orlando answered, pulling Elijah into his lap, where they squirmed and wrestled and snogged for a few minutes.
Elijah leaned back against his shoulder with a sign. "I dunno. I don't think this is a good idea."
"Well I think it's a brilliant idea," Orli answered, kissing him on the neck. "We've been together for months. And I love you," he said theatrically.
Elijah made the requisite retching noise, betrayed only a little by his slight blush.
"You know I'm attracted to him. I stopped seeing him right after I got together with you, but I'm still attracted," Orlando continued. "You fancy him, I think he fancies you back, so let's all shag then."
"Everything is so easy in your tiny little brain, isn't it?"
Orlando pinched him on the ass. "Things have a way of working out when you stop making them overly complicated," he said, in a lofty tone of affected wisdom.
The doorbell rang before Elijah could respond.
"Go get'im, Tiger," Orlando said, giving Elijah a little push, "and stop fretting - I'll be right here with you."
The smile Elijah gave him as he got up to answer the door was sweet. "Next time we'll fulfill one of your fantasies instead."
Orlando smirked from the couch. "Whoever said this wasn't one of my fantasies?"
~end~
