Disclaimer: This didn�t happen. Ever. I don�t know these people. If I did, I�d probably try to talk them into doing stuff like this (and letting me watch), but I doubt it would work. No profit comes from this, other than all the pretty mental pictures I get to make up and frankly, those are payment enough for me.

Betas: My NC-17 guru, Haleth. My invaluable Scottish beta, Kira. My grammar masters Robyn and Jeannette. My British beta, Roska. My Alpha Beta, Maeve. My Honorary Beta, Reisling (who is infuriating in the best way possible). I have a small army helping me now. Thanks, guys!

Author�s Notes: I throw you right back into the action, so careful of the whiplash! This is the final part of the Billy�s Best Pull section of the series. Next chapter, egads, I have to start thinking of titles again.

Naked.

Orlando blinked once, deliberately, and then took a step forward. He didn�t hide that his eyes drifted from Billy�s feet to his forehead, nor did Billy attempt to hide that his did the same. It was such startling sight. Orlando, nude; all long limbs and hard planes. He almost didn�t resemble the mate Billy knew in the real world, outside this bathroom. That guy, that Orlando, wore jeans and t-shirts, or Elf leggings and blond wigs. He wore scarves on warm days and full wet suits in the water. Billy was acutely aware that he was the Billy who wore Hobbit trousers and fake feet, curly wigs and kilts that covered everything untoward. Now, both of them, this Billy and this Orlando, whoever they were, were flushed and warm, breathing heavy and turned on. And so very, very naked.

Orlando�s fingers touched against Billy�s bare waist and the flesh felt uncommonly sensitive, as if always being covered and hidden made it more delicate. Billy shivered inside his skin and moved just enough to insinuate his waist fully into Orlando�s palm. Then, with his eyes unusually downcast, Orlando closed his arms around Billy�s shoulders. Billy shut his eyes and he hugged Orlando back, stroking his hands along the bend of his shoulders and the deep depression down the center of his back.

He�d never been this naked with a lass before.

As soon as his mind formed it, he recognized the thought for the lie it was. Of course he�d been this naked with a lass. He�d shagged more than a few of them, and at its most enjoyable, shagging often involved lots of nakedness. But he wasn�t sure he�d ever felt this naked with someone before. With Orlando, like this, it felt starker and more exposed. More naked than naked.

The smell of cologne and clean perspiration filled Billy�s nose and he pressed his mouth to a shoulder that was just beginning to become slippery with sweat and tasting of salt. This was something too profound for his mind to understand. This Orlando was his Orlando.

Orlando�s hands roamed over him, fingers exploring and sliding along any skin they could reach. Every touch sent the blood between Billy�s legs and his rising cock bumped strangely � intimately � against Orlando�s. Billy inhaled sharply at the nudge to his cock. His face met Orlando�s neck and he pressed small, pecking kisses to the heated skin and felt Orlando doing the same to his jaw and left ear. They were just stalling now; he could feel it; and the word whispered in his mind: Now.

Billy backed up to the spread out layers of terrycloth and sat down, pulling Orlando with him because there was no way he was going to put himself in a position of being spread out on the floor like a bear throw rug with Orlando standing over him. He didn�t care how graceless they might be, how they might topple like dominoes, as long as they both hit the floor together.

Slide of limbs, smooth press of bodies and cock met cock.

�Oh,� Billy said.

�Wow,� Orlando finished for him.

There had been no toppling. Billy had expected toppling, and maybe some fumbling, and at least a little bit of bungling, but he and Orlando had just melted against one another, fluid and graceful. They fit together. Billy�s hands strayed over Orlando�s shoulders and neck as they kissed. He skidded his fingers over the bristly sides of Orlando�s head until they slipped deep into the thick, soft hair down the center of Orlando�s scalp, giving Billy something to hold on to, to push and urge Orlando to kiss him harder. Orlando pulsed his hips lightly, cocks rubbing with an amazing friction where they both rested comfortably against Billy�s belly, and he slid his hand down Billy�s thigh, coaxing and lifting, resting it around his waist. Billy found that his leg hooked perfectly on Orlando�s hip, his foot anchored between Orlando�s sweat-sleek thighs, locking them together. Billy breathed open-mouthed into Orlando�s lips, and he�d had no idea it would be like this. No idea that it could be so effortlessly good.

Orlando�s body was plastered against Billy, his weight pressing him into the towels. It was intoxicating. His cock was so full now it ached, held between their bodies with Orlando�s. The rub of flesh, the sweat and heat. He was still drunk. He had to be. That was the only way to explain how loony his thoughts were because all he could think was how badly he wanted to be fucked. How could he know that? He�d never been fucked, and yet, his body thrummed and yearned for it. He could feel his body opening to Orlando. It had to be the wine. But did he want to do this because he was drunk, or had he gotten drunk so he could do what he wanted?

Orlando slipped his hand over Billy�s hip again, stroking, and descending casually to his arse, as if Billy wouldn�t notice if he just did it slowly. Billy would have teased him about it if he hadn�t appreciated it so much. A palm rubbed over one cheek and slender fingers just feathered through the cleft. Billy�s whole body instinctively clenched closed.

�Ssssh,� Orlando breathed, and Billy felt his own face flush hot. He shouldn�t be tense, he was aware of that. He and Orlando had gone this far before, so he knew what to expect, but his very blood trembled in his veins all the same. We�ve done this part before, Billy reminded himself, and he could only attribute his continued fear to the knowledge that these actions were just the beginning and not the end; Orlando was going to expect more than just fingers this time. Hell, Billy thought with an inward roll of his eyes, I expect more than fingers this time.

He let out a long breath through his nose against Orlando�s lips and forced himself to calm. �It�s okay,� Orlando assured him softly. The fingers against his hole stilled, pressing flatly against his opening, not pushing, not demanding, just there. Orlando touched his forehead against Billy�s and waited.

Feeling Orlando so close to him, feeling his breath across his face, Billy consciously urged his blood to flow slower. It was somehow worse that Orlando was here to see him like this, blushing and shaking like a virgin. Then again, he technically was a virgin when it came to this, so maybe his nerves were justified. He reached up one hand to touch Orlando�s head, taking comfort in the taut, sliding skin of bare scalp. He didn�t need to be scared. This was Orlando, the man who tripped over his own elf-boots and had gotten salad dressing on his wig at least twice. He made a fool of himself daily, so he couldn�t very well make fun of Billy without leaving a million opportunities for retaliation. Besides, he�d never make fun anyway. And he would never force. Billy�s fingers drifted downward to Orlando�s ear where they smoothed along the elegant curved shell and then poked squarely inside; a dry wet willy. Orlando snorted softly and bent his head away. �You okay, then?� he asked, and Billy could hear the wry smile in his voice.

�Aye, of course.� Billy willed his muscles to turn to liquid and relax. It was not as difficult as he�d feared. Orlando�s fingers moved again, glancing lightly over his hole and he trusted them.

One hand continued to stroke his arse, familiarizing it with the sensation, while Orlando extended the other blindly, pawing at the edge of the tub. Billy heard the bone-cracking slap of knuckles meeting fiberglass, and Orlando sat back, his hand waving vigorously as he tried to shake out the pain. �Fuck.� He gritted his teeth and examined his wounded fist.

Billy smirked and felt all remaining tension drain from his shoulders.

�Fuck. Sorry,� Orlando said, rubbing the reddening mark on the back of his hand. He looked into the tub. �Well, there�s no way for me to do this all suave now, so fuck it.� He leaned over the tub, digging through the clothes for the bottle of conditioner. Billy saw a lone black sock fly through the air. He rested, waiting, admiring the sight stretched before his eyes and between his legs. A finely muscled chest, a firm, flat belly with a sun tattoo � and a long, hard cock. Billy swallowed. It looked bigger than it had the last time he�d seen it. The nervousness began to well up in his stomach again and Billy forced his eyes elsewhere. Orlando had a very nice belly button.

�All right. Okay,� Orlando said, mostly to himself. The conditioner bottle met the tile floor with a faint thump. Billy watched Orlando�s belly button tense and stretch as Orlando reached across to the drawers beside the sink, fishing out several condoms. Billy closed his eyes, shutting out the lovely belly button, and breathed in, then breathed out.

He opened his eyes again to see Orlando selecting one condom from the pile and ripping the red wrapper with trembling fingers. Billy found the anxious shudder of the foil packet incredibly reassuring. He shouldn�t have, he knew. Really, he should have been nervous to see how nervous Orlando was; one should want a partner who knows what he�s doing with these sorts of things; but Billy preferred it this way. Orlando rolled the slick condom down over his index finger.

�Do you know what you�re doing at all?� Billy asked. The answer could be no, he didn�t mind.

�...Yeah.�

Billy cocked his head, expectant, but Orlando just tossed the wrapper into the bin. �How?� he said after several moments, during which it was clear Orlando wasn�t going to elaborate.

�I have a lot of gay friends back home and when they get pissed, they get chatty.�

�And when you get pissed with them?�

�I ask questions. I know more than I want to, really.� He shuddered at some memory Billy felt sure he didn�t want to share.

�But you remember what they said about...this?�

�Most of it. I think.�

�Well done, mate. That�s some good drinkin�.�

Orlando snickered and grabbed up the conditioner. �Thanks. It�s sort of interesting, really, knowing...� He coated his condomed finger, set the bottle back down, and waddled closer on his knees. With his free hand, he grabbed one of Billy�s knees and pushed it wide. �But I don�t know where they go with - ?�

�What do I do with my legs?� Billy joined in the conundrum, legitimately confused right along with Orlando. Before, just bending their knees had been good enough, but this time, they were going with the more full contact approach. �Maybe try it � � Billy lifted his feet from the ground and swung his legs to the right, cock and bollocks flopping to the side. But no, that put Orlando completely behind him and he didn�t like that idea at all.

�No, I think more � � Orlando grabbed his knees and directed them back to the upright and locked position. �But then...� He faced the closed gate of Billy�s legs.

�I think if I �� Under Orlando�s furrowed gaze, Billy lifted one leg and moved to...How the hell do blokes do this? he wondered, and set his foot back down.

He and Orlando sat in silence for a few seconds, both thinking. Then, suddenly:

�Oh, okay, here we go!� Orlando said.

�I�ve got it!� Billy said at the exact same moment, and he lifted one leg just as Orlando grabbed the ankle of the other. Orlando pulled his left leg out straight as Billy�s raised right leg swung across and � slap! � smacked Orlando upside the head. Billy froze, one foot in the air, one foot in Orlando�s grasp, and stared at Orlando�s stunned face.

Orlando remained motionless, struck dumb, before his mouth widened in a grin. �That was good,� he said with a chuckle.

�Aye, I thought it worked quite well.� Billy laughed and relaxed. There�s the fumbling, he thought. Welcome back, old friend. He planted his feet on the ground.

�Yeah. We�ll deal with that later. Okay, I�ll just... You ready?�

��Course.� Billy let his head fall back against the soft towels and waited. Moments later, a soprano�s aria swirled to a high note on the radio just as Billy felt a finger touch against his arse. He tensed: That conditioner hadn�t warmed any since last time; fucking freezing. Orlando kindly stroked his knee and Billy relaxed against the pressure. Slowly, so slowly, Orlando�s finger slid slickly inside. Billy couldn�t stop his grimace. God, that felt bizarre. He would probably never get used to that feeling, that first slow push inside. The body rebelled against it; nothing was supposed to be going up there like that; but he remembered from last time that this was worth it. His feet shifted, parting a bit more and allowing Orlando�s finger to delve further.

Orlando moved on the towels, his finger still inside, still stroking, and bent forward to lick across Billy�s throat. Oh, Billy thought, that�s a bit better. He groaned lightly as Orlando rubbed over that fantastic little spot inside him that he�d horribly neglected all these years. That was much better. Orlando�s tongue slid down past his collarbone, his nose nuzzling in the curls on Billy�s chest. Billy brought up a hand to pet his prickly head. Orlando was being so thoughtful, really; so attentive. If he was like this with lasses, Billy would bet he had a lot of repeat business.

Orlando removed his finger, fumbled with the condom to get his middle finger in beside his index then pressed smoothly inside Billy once more, so gently it created the sort of sensation that Billy suspected could drive a person mad by being so close to pleasure, but still not. He liked two fingers more. Maybe it was the renewed strength. Or maybe it was the size. He felt himself throb at the thought of how something even larger might feel.

Music drifted through the air, light and beautiful, and an expansive sense of euphoria seemed to fill Billy�s whole person. Orlando�s mouth was currently latched on his right nipple, his tongue flitting across it, and his fingers undulated inside Billy, coaxing the most amazing feelings from his body. This was the best idea Billy had ever had; this was a fucking brilliant pull.

�Good evening to all our late-night listeners. It�s just after three in the city of Wellington�� the woman�s bright, accented voice replaced the classical music and the mouth on Billy�s nipple paused. �Coming up, we have a melody from Strauss.� Billy lifted his head to look at Orlando�s blank face. �But first, local news and the weather.� Orlando buried his face against Billy as they both broke out laughing.

�Oh, aye, excellent choice with the music,� Billy joked, lifting a hand to wipe at his watering eyes before resting it back on Orlando�s heated scalp.

Orlando laughed and his breath puffed against the wetness still on Billy�s nipple, which hardened it in the draft. �Just so you know, I�ll be really offended if you remember the forecast tomorrow.�

Billy gritted his teeth against the moan that tried to break free when the fingers inside him flexed. �I�ll be sure to catch it then,� he retorted breathlessly.

Orlando�s tongue swirled around his left nipple, his lips brushed through the hair, but Billy kept his ears resolutely tuned to the radio. His back arched involuntarily each time Orlando stroked over that exquisite core inside him, but he was determined to hear and memorize tomorrow�s forecast just to annoy him. He wanted to be able to recite it with perfect accuracy. Maybe even with a New Zealand accent if he could manage it. Orlando flicked his tongue into Billy�s navel, pressing his lips to his hipbones and sucking lightly. Lips. Lips in new places and god, but Orlando had the best lips. They didn�t look that extraordinary, sort of thin, really, but they way they moved, the way Orlando used them... Weather! Billy reminded himself. He was listening for the weather.

�Now, for tomorrow�s high temperature we�ll have � �

And that was all Billy heard because at that exact moment, hot breath poured over the head of his cock.

The woman�s voice continued, but it was just a sound, a counterpoint to the throbbing silence in the bathroom. He wouldn�t, Billy thought, and he shouldn�t. Though by the way his cock ached at the thought, it evidently hoped he would. Billy�s chest tightened and he squeezed his eyes shut, willing Orlando to just back off and not do this, no matter how drunk he might still be.

Another breath ghosted across his moist cock. Billy shivered and, mindlessly thrilled, his cock leapt and bumped Orlando on the chin; his body completely betrayed him. Sure, it would probably feel great, likely more than great, but if Orlando did it, then Billy would have to do it as well, someday, some time. That was the way this arrangement worked. It was equality. What Orlando did to him, he did to Orlando. That was only fair. And so he wordlessly prayed that Orlando would be too timid to do it.

He should have known better than to pin any hope on Orlando�s timidity. A tongue swiped across the sensitive head of his cock just as the fingers inside him fluttered. Billy swore under his breath. Stupid fucking Orlando had to go and do it, and fuck, it felt good. A warm, slippery mouth enclosed him, sucked him in. Billy pressed his head hard to the ground. He wouldn�t look. He didn�t want to look. Just the idea of Orlando, with those great lips of his wrapping around... It wouldn�t be an image Billy would get out of his head soon � or ever � and he still had to work with the guy for another month.

A hot slickness closed over the tip of his cock, sealing around the ridge that separated it from shaft, and those were Orlando�s lips that had sealed, Orlando�s mouth that was closed around him. �Christ,� Billy murmured, feeling as though even his thoughts were writhing. Heat spread down his cock like a slow fire as Orlando took him in deeper. Then, Orlando coughed and cold air assaulted Billy�s over-sensitive flesh as mouth left cock with a comically drawn out �Blaaaaaggghhh.�

Billy opened one eye, daring to peek. Orlando sat back on his heels, lifting his head from between Billy�s legs, and rubbed at his throat. �Sorry, mate,� he snickered, blushing. �Sorry. That�s not you. That�s me. Gag reflex.� It was an unconscious movement, Billy�s legs slowly closing. He didn�t even notice he�d done it until Orlando�s hand came down on his knee. �Let me try that again,� he said.

�Why?� Billy�s knees stayed closed. Rationally, he thought maybe if Orlando didn�t do any more than he�d done, then Billy wouldn�t be obligated to reciprocate, someday, sometime.

Orlando stared at him a moment, then shrugged. His eyes flitted away from Billy�s gaze, almost shyly. �It...I mean, it...felt good, right? I can do better than that.�

�Shite, mate. This isn�t archery. You don�t have to learn this for anything.�

�I know, but let me try again. Please?� His eyebrows raised hopefully as his bare hand slid downward between Billy�s knees.

Billy knew his cock wasn�t opposed to the idea, and then, really, no human on earth could keep his legs together with that hand sliding between them. Billy opened himself to Orlando with a sigh and closed his eyes again as a warm body settled eagerly on the floor at his groin. �I�ll be better,� Orlando breathed. Slick fingers pushed inside Billy again and his mouth fell open in a quiet moan. Then, lips tickled along his shaft.

It wasn�t a bad blowjob, but it certainly wasn�t the best. The pressure, the suction, the amateur flutters of the tongue; all the ingredients were there, but they were being poured into the mixing bowl in the wrong amounts. Too much flutter, not enough suction. But it put fire in Billy�s veins just the same because it was Orlando doing it. It was Orlando going down on him. His cock in Orlando�s mouth. He was glad he�d chosen not to look because just the thought, the words lining up to make the sentence in his mind was enough to make his body churn. He writhed on the towels, unable to stop the encouraging mewls that his throat made without his permission. It was really, really time for Orlando to stop.

Billy reached down to push him away and touched a shaking hand to Orlando�s forehead to find the skin creased and bent over his eyes. Stop, Orlando, he thought, but the words wouldn�t form on his tongue. Instead, his fingers traveled down to the bend of Orlando�s jaw, and � �Fuck,� he moaned through clenched teeth � Orlando�s jaw was open so wide. Lips spread to accommodate his cock. His cock in Orlando�s mouth. What if he stayed like this? Stayed in Orlando�s mouth, with those talented lips and that wonderful tongue, sucking, licking, moving up and down on him until he came, bursting. In Orlando�s mouth.

�Quit,� he breathed and managed to push Orlando�s head with enough force that Orlando got the point. �Just � fuck...� Billy didn�t know where that image had come from, but his entire body tingled and quivered.

�Was that better?� Orlando asked and Billy could have hit him. He wasn�t flirting or playing games, he honestly wanted to know. Fucking drama school kid.

�Aye, you get a passing grade, you little shit.� Billy squirmed against Orlando�s twisting fingers and his voice cracked. �Just brush your teeth before you kiss me.�

�Hey!� The fingers stopped. �If I can do it, you should have to kiss me after.�

Instantly, Orlando crawled up his body and Billy barely got his lips sealed before Orlando kissed him hard. He grabbed Orlando�s waist, to push him away or hold him, he didn�t know which, but he could feel him laughing, his sides quaking. �Come on, you pansy,� Orlando teased, and pressed against Billy�s mouth, his tongue stabbing out, trying to penetrate through tightly closed lips. Billy scrunched up his face, refusing to let Orlando in.

With his eyes tensed shut, Billy had no warning before Orlando�s tongue swiped flatly and wetly across his lips. He wrinkled his nose and Orlando�s tongue swept bluntly across it, leaving it wet and warm. Orlando lapped at his cheeks, at his forehead, at his eyelids until, �Okay! Okay!� Billy laughed, his face wet all over. The minute his mouth opened, Orlando�s tongue slipped inside. Billy focused on the flavor of the wine. Orlando sucked Billy�s tongue into his mouth just out of spite and forced it against his own cheeks and teeth until Billy couldn�t help but notice the dull musk lurking beneath the cherry taste of the red wine. He wrinkled his nose and closed his arms around the slender body now draped entirely across his. He felt Orlando�s hands in his hair, save the two fingers still covered in latex that remained politely distant. As the very tip of Orlando�s tongue wiggled sinfully against his, Billy decided that if Orlando were ever to truly apply himself and learn how to properly suck a guy off, he had the potential to be lethal.

Orlando pulled back with a final tongue trail across Billy�s lips and right up to the tip of his nose. He smiled down at him, a smug, triumphant smile that made Billy certain he deserved to be shoved away and possibly punched. Instead, he slid his hands down to rub Orlando�s hips. �You�re disgusting.�

�Only with a purpose.�

Billy accepted one last kiss and looked up at Orlando. Almost instantly, Orlando averted his eyes with an absent smile. He gave a subtle, throat-clearing cough. Billy moved his hands over the smooth skin of Orlando�s back, enjoying the feel of him pressed close, and nudged him gently in the side. �Aren�t you supposed to be doing something?� he asked. �Get back to work.�

�Right.� Orlando lifted himself off Billy�s body, removing his warmth, and knelt again beside Billy�s raised knees.

Billy listened to the sounds of crinkling latex, trying not to think about Orlando�s mouth. �I think this takes longer. Than it does with lasses.�

�I was thinking about that and I don�t think it does, really. I mean, think of all the time you spend just getting a girl going, you know? It can actually take longer than this.�

Billy smirked. �Maybe for you.�

�Fucker.� Orlando laughed and the sound that followed was definitely the sound of latex breaking. �Fuck. Uh...would it bother you if I just � without the -?�

Billy raised his head to see Orlando gesturing with his bare hand. He shrugged as well as he could on his back and ignored the weird burn that started in his throat. �They�re your fingers, mate.�

�I think it�ll be easier.�

With the orchestral radio score that the woman had introduced as Strauss�s Kunstlerleben, Billy listened to the audio play of the actions in the bathroom: conditioner bottle top popped, conditioner squirted, conditioner rubbed over fingers and � the sound inaudible to everyone but Billy � the pulse of his own blood between his ears as three fingers twisted inside him and sensation coursed through his body. There wasn�t the slick, plasticky slide of the condom, but the gentle push of calloused fingers.

God, Billy thought, stopping the groan only enough to make it come out as a subtle whimper. The stretch hurt. Not an exquisite hurt, or a delicious hurt, but a real, ouch-stop-it-now! hurt. But Billy gritted his teeth and exhaled. This would be worth it, he told himself. It would be worth it.

�You okay?� Orlando asked, his voice low with concern as his fingers stayed focused on their task.

Billy nodded resolutely and he moved his hand to his waning cock, bring it back to full life with just a few strokes that sent enough pleasure through him to counteract the discomfort. Soon, the sharp pain evened out, leaving a dull, ebbing ache, like rubbing a sore muscle after too many lunges in sword practice. His body adjusted and compensated for the invasion. Even stranger, it began to want more.

Is this what it�s like for girls? Billy wondered dimly. The slow, sharp burn of an invasion they wanted? A feeling of fullness that can be uncomfortable and unpleasant, but is somehow exactly what the body craves? He�d been with only one or two virgins in his life and, feeling all of this now, he idly wished he could go back in time and be even more patient and caring than he had been the first time around because he understood now why it was such a big deal to them. It was letting someone inside you. He felt so sensitive inside; he swore he could sense the texture of Orlando�s fingerprints and the blunt ends of his chewed-off fingernails. It made it so much more real. He�d never even known his body was capable of these sensations and this attention to detail.

A fourth finger joined the three and Billy�s jaw tensed against the new wave of biting pain. Orlando kissed his shoulder and murmured something that sounded comforting. Billy couldn�t quite understand it, but the breath against his skin was comfort enough. Billy rode out the wave, waiting for the stinging burn to end as he knew it would, and relied on the knowledge that they must be ready soon. Surely, he must be open enough for Orlando to fit in now. He felt wide open. Wide open and ready. But Orlando�s fingers � his hand � continued to push in and slide out, turning this way, then that, widening him, opening him, and when the pain finally subsided, the feel of it was insane.

Tingling warmth buzzed through Billy�s entire body, matching the pulse of Orlando�s fingers, and every push felt good. He moaned and lifted his hips, unconsciously creating a rhythm with Orlando�s hand. The music vibrated in the room, a cello�s low, resonate tones. Fingers swirled against the nerves inside him and colors swam behind Billy�s eyes. He felt something hard rub against his ankle. Orlando groaned, deep and quiet like he was biting his lip, and his cock pumped against Billy�s anklebone, desperate for friction. As well he could, Billy bent his foot up until he felt it bear the weight of a cock with heavy bollocks against his bent toes. He wiggled his foot ineffectually, but Orlando gasped all the same. He rocked his hips as Orlando�s hand pumped into him again.

Billy could have come from just this, just the width and the hardness of those four fingers inside him and the feel of Orlando so turned on by him that he was humping his ankle like an animal in heat. He whimpered, long and loud, forgetting to care how girlish he might sound, and licked his lips sloppily, leaving his mouth wet. He let out one last grunt and when it seemed his cock might burst, he shoved Orlando�s hand away. �Stop. Real,� he panted. �Do it for real.�

Fingers wiped off beside his head, the rip of a condom wrapper, the popped lid of the conditioner bottle and then, a pressure against his opening, not fingers. Billy wrapped his legs around Orlando�s waist; no fumbling, like they knew where they belonged.

�Tell me if I hurt you, okay?� Orlando whispered.

�I will.�

And he pushed in.

Orlando felt so much bigger this way. Bigger than he had in Billy�s hand, bigger than he had against Billy�s body. There was discomfort, and the pause and shift of hips and legs to accommodate Orlando�s length and width when inner muscles barred the way, but there wasn�t pain anymore. At least not in the sense that Billy understood pain because it did hurt � it was an incredible force, a stabbing, piercing sensation � but he wanted more of it because what lay beyond it and teased at the edges of it was incredible, driving to the very core of what felt good. Redefining �good�. Nearly all the way in, Orlando wriggled his hips, adjusting, and Billy felt the cock inside him change pitch and slide in more smoothly, slipping deeper. The push inside stopped with the weight of Orlando�s hips flush against Billy�s backside. Orlando collapsed forward, his arms on either side of Billy�s head, bracing himself. Billy gripped Orlando�s sides, which remained still and tight with held breath. He opened his eyes to see Orlando�s own clenched shut and tense. His whole body vibrated.

�Feel different?� Billy asked. He was not surprised to hear his voice sounded strained.

�Yes,� Orlando ground out.

�Feel good?�

�Yes.� Orlando exhaled in a deluge that poured over Billy�s neck and shoulders. �You?� Orlando�s hips moved just slightly and deep in, his erection grazed the sensitive spot inside Billy.

Billy let out a curt moan and bit his bottom lip. �Better than surfing.� Retreating into the darkness behind his closed lids, Billy saw Orlando�s head turn, looking away as he relaxed his arms and eased down to rest his head on Billy�s shoulder.

Chest to chest, Orlando pressed against Billy and slowly lifted his hips, finding a comfortable angle. Billy shuddered as he slid out and then, flex of hips, he slid back in. The motion forced Billy�s eyes backward in his head with a fantastic sort of delirium, and an instruction from the conditioner bottle sprang into his mind: Repeat as necessary.

Sweat collected between their bodies with a thick humidity as they fucked. Billy�s hands wandered restlessly over every part of Orlando he could reach. Back, shoulders, arms, waist, but it was when he realized he could reach Orlando�s arse, could reach down far enough to feel him thrusting, that one hand stayed there, no matter where the other traveled.

Billy�s breath hitched as he felt Orlando�s arse rise against his palm at the same moment Orlando�s cock slid a few inches out of him. Then, the arse in his hand tightened and thrust forward. Billy�s body lurched as heat and hardness slammed into him. He grinned. Feeling it from both sides, it was raw and crude. It was obscene and indecent. It was so fucking good. �Fuck me harder,� he whispered. He barely sensed the blush in his cheeks, but he definitely felt the tingling thrill that spread through him with the very coarseness of the words.

Orlando groaned, low and primal, and braced his arms against the ground to raise himself off Billy�s body. With the new angle, it definitely wasn�t Billy�s imagination that the rhythm inside him grew more feral. More fun. Better. His chest cooled as the sweat evaporated, exposed to the open, candle-warmed air. Orlando�s arse thrust out of his reach now, so he let his hands slide over Orlando�s flexed shoulders and down to find a smooth, damp chest and sharp nipples. He pinched and Orlando made a growling sound deep in his throat, but Billy�s hands continued downward, stroking across that charming belly button, before grabbing firmly onto his own cock. He tugged on his hard flesh, easing off the almost intolerable mounting tension.

Orlando pumped in steadily, rhythmically and Billy let out a low, moaned vibrato with every beat. The sound would have embarrassed him had he been aware of it. He�d never made a sound like that before. But he couldn�t stop making it.

He gripped himself, jerking his fist up and down frantically. His bollocks tightened, his body tightened, so tight that even his breathing halted, his lungs paralyzed by pleasure, and he gritted his teeth. He groaned long and desperately as his climax rose, a volcanic heat surging from his bollocks until the first rush of fluid erupted over his hand. Orlando gasped and Billy opened his eyes, completing a circuit he hadn�t known existed. They connected at arse and eyes. Electricity jolted through one then the other and back around. Too much. Far too much.

�Jesus, God. Sorry!� Orlando panted, and clamped his eyes shut. Trembling, Billy slammed his own shut. �Shit.� Orlando pulled out and sat back. He tried to touch Billy�s thigh comfortingly as he moved away.

Billy stroked himself lightly, and his body shook with a strange, uncomfortable buzz. He sat up and his arse protested immediately. His head spun. He listed to the side to avoid tender places and grabbed his head. Too soon to be sitting up, but he didn�t want to be lying on the ground, exposed and laid out like that. He wiped off his stomach as if that would erase the evidence. His stomach turned. Orlando sat cross-legged in front of him, hands to his head like he was trying to squeeze his thoughts out of it. �Fuck,� he hissed.

Billy glanced down. Orlando was still hard. �Why are you sorry?�

�Because...just - Fuck.� Orlando growled at himself in frustration and rubbed his forehead roughly. �Jesus, I am such a fucking wanker.� He squeezed his brain again, hiding his face in the same motion.

It was not the best post-orgasm moment Billy had ever had. He preferred when his partners didn�t fall into apologies and frustrated self-deprecation during sex, but as embarrassed and defenseless as he felt, he could recognize, even from the outside, the peculiar presence of the Devil. He didn�t know what Orlando�s Devil was saying, but it didn�t matter. The Devil was always wrong.

�You�re not a wanker.� Billy wanted to swat Orlando�s shoulder and dislodge the Devil, but it was possible Orlando hadn�t fabricated an alternate personality for his questions and doubts. Or at the very least, Orlando�s Devil might not be standing on his shoulder right now. �Well, no, you are a wanker, but that�s never bothered me before.�

Orlando laughed weakly and let out a long sigh. �I�m sorry, mate. I�m � I�m such a... I�m an idiot.�

�Come here.� Billy moved forward and, wrapping an arm around Orlando�s shoulders, he tried to urge him onto his back. Orlando complied. When Orlando�s hands left his head, Billy could see how red his face was. And when they touched the floor, he could feel how fucking cold the tile was. Orlando let out a small yelp. �Ah, shite,� Billy said. �Back up. Over here.�

Orlando snickered as they wiggled themselves ungracefully back onto the towels. Billy stretched out onto his side and Orlando came to rest on his back, his head cushioned on Billy�s bent arm. He looked small and vulnerable, which Billy thought was rather amusing considering that he�d been the confident one through everything. For god�s sake, Billy thought, I just said �fuck me harder� out loud. Why is he feeling embarrassed?

Billy took in a breath and tried not to look like he was mentally steeling himself � and he wondered if that�s what Orlando had been doing all this time: Taking small moments to ready himself to be the one in charge, and Billy had just never noticed.

He leaned down and touched his mouth to Orlando�s. Orlando opened to him, and Billy was surprised to feel his lips were a touch softer and gentler than usual. Still a startlingly good kisser; just wonderful in a new way. Interesting. Billy slid his hands over Orlando�s chest, slipping through the sweat to find a nipple and rub it beneath his thumb. Orlando moaned into his mouth and one hand came up to stroke along Billy�s arm, encouragingly, but awkwardly. He was so unfamiliar with not being in control. Orlando�s other hand reached down to grab himself and Billy kindly batted him away; he was the one in control this time. Orlando shivered and nipped at Billy�s mouth when Billy grinned at him. �That�s just mean,� he said with a smile in his voice.

�Payback,� Billy replied, and slid his tongue back into Orlando�s mouth to silence him. He gripped Orlando�s cock with the full grasp of his hand � and startled the hell out of himself. When had he gotten the courage to do that? He�d touched Orlando�s cock before, but not alone, not like this, not just his hand and Orlando�s cock. Shite. His heart lurched. He slowly slid the condom off and hoped his hand wasn�t shaking. Then, it was just Orlando�s skin against his palm, hot and hard. Orlando�s tongue flicked out against his lips with a desperate groan. He was past wanting slow, gentle touches. Ignoring his nervousness, Billy gripped and began to jerk him off.

Kissing became Orlando�s second priority. Billy kept his mouth on his, licking across his lips, and when he could, Orlando sloppily licked back, but most of his attention was turned to pumping his hips and fucking Billy�s hand. Moisture slicked Billy�s palm and eased the way as he rocked his fist, meeting and pushing with Orlando�s thrusts. A thick, heated shaft in his hand that wasn�t his own; it gave Billy a feeling of vertigo, and when warm fluid burst onto his fingers, he felt dizzy. Wetness struck even as high as Billy�s throat; it didn�t disgust him. Orlando let out a long breath, and then inhaled desperately. He sounded overwhelmed.

Billy wiped his hand off on the towel and didn�t really care that he hadn�t gotten his hand completely clean. He closed his arms around Orlando and they breathed together, chests meeting and falling. He tried to think of something to say, but he knew any word would break or cheapen the quiet uniqueness of this moment. He didn�t want to make a joke or a witty observation, he just wanted to hold Orlando and breathe. In silence. Silence was the only proper response; let the flowing violin claim the air. But Billy and Orlando were never very good at silence.

�I�ll fall asleep if we stay here much longer,� Billy said.

�Go ahead. I think I already did.�

�I hope not. What would that say about me?�

�Says something very good about you, if you think about it.�

Orlando raised his head and turned to look Billy in the eyes. He shifted his arm to stroke a hand through the curls atop Billy�s head and there was a tangible affection in his gaze that Billy could feel flowing over him. Orlando�s irises were black as pitch in the flickers of candlelight, but softer and far gentler. Billy felt admired, and loved, and a hundred other things he liked feeling. Looking at Orlando, bearing the gaze, he felt even more naked and Orlando suddenly looked more stripped and bare than anyone Billy had ever seen in his life. He kept his own gaze locked resolutely on Orlando�s, hoping that something of what he felt, even if he didn�t know exactly what it was, poured out of him as well. He fought the urge to teasingly ask, �What are you looking at, eh?� because he knew Orlando would look away and laugh. Whatever was in his eyes right now, whatever could be seen in them, he wanted Orlando to see it because he knew he�d never be able to say it.

Orlando�s lips curled in a small, contented smile. He continued to smooth Billy�s hair sweetly, then his eyelashes lowered, hiding his eyes, and one brow rose. �I think I want to take a shower. You up for it?�

�No. I�ll take a shower, but I�m not going to be up for anything for a while.�

�Oh, good god, me neither.� Orlando laughed weakly. He hauled himself up into a sitting position with visible effort and pulled a reluctant and groaning Billy up with him.

With heavy limbs, they tossed their clothing � carefully collected in the bathtub � onto the floor and reclaimed the tub. Thick steam rose in the room as the shower rained down across Orlando�s shoulders. In front of him, Billy patiently waited his turn with faked impatience on his face. The tub was too narrow for both to fit under the showerhead at once and Billy had graciously allowed Orlando to go first. He rather enjoyed the sight anyway. Orlando stood beneath the hot spray, washing away all traces of sweat and seed, ruffling his hands through his soaked Mohawk and making it stand up like a rooster�s comb. The water flowed in a lovely, smooth path over Orlando�s chest, down his tight stomach, to dip briefly in that handsome belly button, before slipping down to his cock. When he was sure Orlando�s eyes were closed against the water, Billy gazed at the cock now hanging calm and satiated between Orlando�s thighs. It was softer now, and smaller, but a smile leapt at the corner of Billy�s mouth just to look at it. It had been inside him and he had touched it. It was like he and Orlando�s cock had a secret between them now, a special sort of relationship. He knew it was a completely bizarre feeling to have, but he just let himself have it and thought nothing more of it.

Orlando scrubbed his face briskly then stepped toward Billy. �Your turn.�

Billy quickly raised his eyes and poked Orlando in the belly for good measure as they jostled past one another. The heated water pounded wonderfully against his skin and he knew the time had come to make a fool of himself. The night was wearing on and he didn�t have much time left as it was if his sex-driven blue streak hadn�t done it. His back to the shower, he bent over, bracing his hands on his knees. The water surged against his lower back, flowing over his arse and between his cheeks to soothe overtaxed skin. He sighed, feeling the conditioner rinsing away. He half expected steam to rise from where the hot water met his even more burning arsehole.

Orlando let out a soft laugh. �Aw, baby,� he cooed sympathetically, and petted Billy�s damp hair.

Billy peered up at him to see a wide-eyed, already apologetic expression on his face. �Don�t call me �baby.�� His lips twitched on the endearment; Orlando called him �baby.� Hilarious.

�I�m sorry.� Orlando blushed red. �It just came out.�

�Don�t start just coming out either. I have a say in this, too, you know.�

Orlando nodded once with a smile. �Don�t worry. I�ll talk with you before calling for a meeting of the Fellowship or anything.�

�That�d be great. Elrond�ll get up there: �Legolas and Pippin have a very important announcement to make.��

�Shit, that�d be hysterical.� Still giggling, Orlando lowered himself carefully to sit on the edge of the tub. �Ah, god. My legs are totally giving out on me. Sorry, mate. I�m not usually like this after.�

Billy turned to him with a narrowed gaze. �Really?� he said flatly. �I�m always like this after. Arse-first in the lass�s shower.�

Orlando�s face disappeared behind a cavern of wine-pinked teeth as he laughed, gripping the bathtub�s rim for support. Billy chuckled as best he could in his hunched position.

�God, we�re nuts.� Orlando rubbed a wet hand over his face and his wide, brilliant smile. �But you�re okay, yeah?� His smile closed, and his eyes clouded with concern as he met Billy�s.

Billy nodded. �Yeah.�

A harp feathered and trilled melodically through the radio. The music was far too fluttery for this moment; it didn�t fit at all; but Billy ignored it. He paid more attention to Orlando�s hand on the back of his neck and their lips meeting to kiss the slow, sloppy kisses of the sexually sated. Who gave a damn what the harp was doing?

When Billy�s arse felt suitably calmed and relaxed, they turned off the shower and dried themselves with the one towel Orlando had left that wasn�t on the floor. They bunched the used towels up in one corner, brushed their teeth, blew out the candles, and with Orlando�s last observation � �I�m going to have to do laundry tomorrow� � they left the bathroom and went to bed.

Come sunrise, birds chirped instead of the wetas. Billy�s eyes slowly blinked open, not conscious of anything except that he and Orlando must have moved during the night because Orlando was at least a foot away from him, dozing peacefully, and that was not how they�d fallen asleep. Then, his eyes recalibrated, blurring and clearing to focus on the clock on the bedside table behind Orlando�s head. 5:34am.

�Holy shite!� Billy jolted. He was supposed to be in Feet an hour ago. His heartbeat rattled. They would have called his house, not Orlando�s. They wouldn�t know where to find him.

�What�s wrong?� Orlando frowned, his eyelids squeezed closed.

Day off. Today. Today was their day off. Billy�s pulse slowed and his tension melted away into relief. �Nothing.�

�You forgot we had the day off, didn�t you?�

�Shut it. Go back to sleep.�

Orlando smiled knowingly and nestled into his blankets. �Fool of a Took.�

Amused, Billy shook his head and rolled toward Orlando, looking him over as sleep stole through his own body again, starting with his feet. Orlando�s skin was shiny, and his face so calm and relaxed, he looked even younger than usual. But that smug smirk hadn�t faded yet. A youthful little bastard, he was. Billy smiled to himself and stretched out onto his back, his shoulder coming to rest very near Orlando�s. Silently, his expression never changing, Orlando put an arm around him and huddled near.

Billy floated towards unconsciousness, musing on his life in a way he never could when fully awake. A flowing stream of humanity, everything was smooth and understandable when he wasn�t awake enough to see the rocks, the rapids, and the dead-stop waterfalls. His life flowed and it had flowed here to New Zealand, to these mates, to Orlando. When he had left Scotland, Billy had been sure he would find many things in this country. Adventure, hard work, friendship, excitement, fun, and in his more idle fancies, romance, maybe even a girlfriend. Never, in any fancy, had he ever thought he�d find a boyfriend.

Not that he�d ever call Orlando that. Shite, no. It was a word that, to simply say it out loud, rendered both itself and its sayer completely ridiculous. Laughable. And it was ridiculous. It was incredibly laughable.

Orlando pulled close, humming in an outward breath as he buried his face against Billy�s neck. Billy let his hand drift sleepily across Orlando�s bare arm and up to the soft curve of his shoulder. Silken skin and the steady pound of a relaxed, contented heartbeat. Boyfriend, Billy thought, and sleep closed over his mind like warm water.

��Baby,�� Billy murmured. �Hilarious.�

He felt Orlando�s smile curl against his shoulder. �Shut it.�