Karl stopped mid-drink, the bottle held up to his lips as he looked at Orlando standing in front of him with his hand held out in invitation, and raised an eyebrow. He very calmly finished his drink and set the bottle down on the table.
"When has a crap line like that ever worked?" he asked curiously.
"Never, but I have a feeling it'll work its magic tonight."
"On who exactly?"
"On my Baby," Orlando waggled his eyebrows and winked at Karl.
"Surely you don't mean me. If you do I think we're going to have to call it quits. I'm not sure I can sleep with you ever again if you go around calling me Baby."
Orlando grabbed Karl's hand and pulled him to his feet.
"Pfft. You love me."
Karl let Orlando wrap his arms around him and maneuver them onto the dance floor.
"I wasn't even in the corner. Your logic is flawed," Karl said quietly, his hand moving into place at the small of Orlando's back.
Orlando kissed along the curve of Karl's jaw until his mouth was hovering near his ear.
"Never stopped me before."
Orlando's voice was gravelly and low in Karl's ear and he knew his own logic was flawed as well. He'd let Orlando call him just about anything, no matter how ridiculously embarrassing. It was the voice. It couldn't be helped.
Really.
"Fine," Karl tried to act resigned and annoyed both, "but don't let anyone hear you, alright?"
Orlando's low laugh came from that spot deep in the back of his throat that twisted Karl's insides up in the most aggravatingly wonderful way.
Karl closed his eyes, pushed his nose into Orlando's hair and hoped no one would be within hearing distance the next time he caved.
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Lotrips, Orlando/Karl, 'Nobody puts baby in the corner' (Dirty Dancing)
Date: 2009-04-13 05:22 pm (UTC)Karl stopped mid-drink, the bottle held up to his lips as he looked at Orlando standing in front of him with his hand held out in invitation, and raised an eyebrow. He very calmly finished his drink and set the bottle down on the table.
"When has a crap line like that ever worked?" he asked curiously.
"Never, but I have a feeling it'll work its magic tonight."
"On who exactly?"
"On my Baby," Orlando waggled his eyebrows and winked at Karl.
"Surely you don't mean me. If you do I think we're going to have to call it quits. I'm not sure I can sleep with you ever again if you go around calling me Baby."
Orlando grabbed Karl's hand and pulled him to his feet.
"Pfft. You love me."
Karl let Orlando wrap his arms around him and maneuver them onto the dance floor.
"I wasn't even in the corner. Your logic is flawed," Karl said quietly, his hand moving into place at the small of Orlando's back.
Orlando kissed along the curve of Karl's jaw until his mouth was hovering near his ear.
"Never stopped me before."
Orlando's voice was gravelly and low in Karl's ear and he knew his own logic was flawed as well. He'd let Orlando call him just about anything, no matter how ridiculously embarrassing. It was the voice. It couldn't be helped.
Really.
"Fine," Karl tried to act resigned and annoyed both, "but don't let anyone hear you, alright?"
Orlando's low laugh came from that spot deep in the back of his throat that twisted Karl's insides up in the most aggravatingly wonderful way.
Karl closed his eyes, pushed his nose into Orlando's hair and hoped no one would be within hearing distance the next time he caved.