Waking up alone was not what Orlando had expected. Normally there was a warm body he could snuggle up against and rouse with a few well-placed kisses. A quick glance at the red digits on the clock told him it was 10AM. 'Too early to get up,' he decided, snuggling deeper into the downy white cotton sheets as long lashes covered drowsy chocolate eyes.

A noise from outside caught his attention and he rolled over to face the morning sun through the plate-glass windows, its light pouring down onto the back yard and the tall, sculpted form of the man outside.

Droplets glistened in the air around the tanned figure as the simple task of watering the lawn was performed. Toned back muscles rippled underneath the sprinkled streams of water the breeze blew back upon him.

Going to sleep was certainly out of the question now, Orlando thought as his arousal stirred within the confines of his boxers. Turning onto his stomach, he positioned himself sideways in the bed to get a better view of the spectacle in front of him.

He was absolutely beautiful. Orlando took inventory as he scanned the god-like creature on his lawn. Long, dark hair, brown eyes concealed behind sunglasses, a thick neck that liked to be nibbled, broad shoulders, and solid, muscular arms that more than once had pinned him against a wall in the heat of passion; gooseflesh broke out on his skin at the thought of those moments and his shaft twitched despite its pressed position in the mattress.

The torso of the man was equally defined, with firm pectorals and a six-pack of abs that left Orlando salivating with desire. The ass... well, the man's ass was currently covered by cut-off denim shorts, but they did nothing to hide his attributes. Legs like steel rods connected with the ground, and toes that were terribly ticklish were covered in a ratty pair of sneakers.

Orlando groaned with frustrated lust as the man bent over to gather up the hose. His hand flew through his tousled bedroom hair with the anxiety of whether he should wait for his lover to finish outside before he started. His mind fixated on the previous sight of the water caressing bronze skin and there was no more debate.

A hand sliding into his boxers, his eyes closed to the glorious sensation of it around his aching shaft. Slipping deeper into the feelings, Orlando replayed the vision of the man bending over and groaned as his thoughts turned to what he'd like to do to that glorious ass.

His concentration on the task at hand, Orlando failed to notice when the man of his fantasy stepped into the room, the dark eyes no longer obscured by sunglasses glazing over with longing at the sight before him.

A few more strokes took Orlando to the edge and he plummeted over with a yelp, rolling onto his back with a sated sigh. "Oh Eric, that was wonderful..."

The unexpected thick Australian accent startled the Brit. "Glad to be of service, love."

~END~