Viggo had hollered from the kitchen that dinner was ready not two minutes ago. Normally he would be seeing a dark head appear in the doorway by this time, ready to gather plates and glasses to set the table. That familiar face was noticeably absent.

"Orlando?" he called out to the quiet house.

Thinking his prince might instead be playing Sleeping Beauty on the couch - dinner preparations had taken a bit longer than planned - Viggo closed the oven door and went to the living room to wake him.

Turning the corner into the room, Viggo was mildly surprised to see Orlando was awake, but deeply engrossed in a magazine. From where he stood, he wasn't able to make out what exactly Orlando was reading, but from the concentration evident from his lover's posture it must have been good.

Viggo approached slowly, the chance to startle Orlando too good to pass up. It was only fair after all, since Orlando loved nothing more than to scare the piss out of him when he was engrossed in a good book.

He crept closer, making it close enough to the younger man to see what held his interest. Eyebrows rose in mild amusement when the image on the magazine page revealed itself to Viggo's gaze.

A man, tanned to much the same color as the skin which graced his bed every night, was reclined in a sexy pose on the page. A torn white t-shirt covered his chest, and a blue bandanna hid the top of his head. Viggo appreciated the strikingly sharp contrasting cheekbones and the way the beard and mustache enhanced them. He also noticed the way Orlando's thumb appeared to be stroking the bare patch of skin that was revealed.

Always ready to tease his lover, Viggo leaned down behind Orlando's head and whispered huskily, "Should I be jealous?"

The magazine flew out of Orlando's hands as he jumped to his feet as swiftly as if he'd sat on a tack, his face the shade of dark rose petals. Viggo stood, smiling in dual achievement: catching his young lover ogling another man and scaring the bejesus out of him. He wasn't sure which one made him happier.

"Busted," Viggo whispered, winking at the flustered man as he came around the couch and took Orlando's hand, leading him back to the kitchen.

~*~

Orlando hadn't said much during dinner. His normally talkative streak was overly subdued, and his mind was obviously elsewhere. Curious, Viggo leaned over and asked calmly, "Should I add another plate?"

"Hmm?" Orlando asked, snapping back from wherever he'd been.

"Seems only fitting that if another man is occupying your mind we should at least invite him to dinner." Viggo's drawl was bolstered with a satisfied smirk so Orlando couldn't mistake that he was teasing.

"Actually," Orlando began, rising from his chair and taking the two steps to Viggo, "I was thinking..."

When Orlando's lithe form slid into the narrow space between Viggo's body and the table's edge, Viggo knew exactly what Orlando had been thinking. Feigning indifference he quirked an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"I was thinking what you would look like dressed up in pirate garb."

"Pirate garb, eh?" Viggo rubbed the scruff on his chin as if seriously considering Orlando's words. He couldn't ignore the heat seeping from Orlando's body or the firm length he could feel through both pairs of jeans. "What if I decide to make you walk the plank?"

Orlando smiled lasciviously. "Oh, I'm certain that will be required. I intend to be a very naughty first mate."

Viggo grabbed Orlando's face as the younger man ground his pelvis into Viggo's. Pulling him in for a ravishing kiss, he stilled Orlando's hips with a push towards the table. When they came up for air, Viggo's rasp of whispered silk slid over Orlando's every nerve. "Prepare to be boarded."

~END~