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Title: Take Care of Me
Author: Liriel
Pairing: VM/OB, slight SB/EW
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU
Summary: Orlando and Elijah are flatmates, living in London. One afternoon they are overheard whinging about how easy girls have it. A challenge is issued. Will they accept it?
Beta: The incomparable, unforgettable

catlover2x Mwaaah
A/N: I know, and you know that most women don't have it this easy. So don't blame me, the opinions expressed in this story are those of the characters and not the poor author, who's just recording the events and thoughts.
A/N2: Special thanks to

mesnica for the awesome banner!

Chapter 2

“You fucking idiot!” Elijah shouted as soon as he was sure Sean and Viggo were gone and weren't coming back. “Why did you do that? We were set! They would have solved all our problems for us!”

“I'm sorry,” Orlando whispered miserably. He sat huddled on the floor, knees pulled to his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around them.

“What's wrong, dude?” Seeing the abject misery of his best friend, Elijah's anger deflated and he sank to the floor next to Orlando. Placing a soothing hand on the other man's shoulder he tilted his head to look into Orlando's tear-filled eyes. “I thought you wanted this, Orli.”

“He... he k-kissed me!” Orlando sobbed, burying his face in his arms, not wanting to see Elijah's disgust at his behaviour.

“Oh, Orli,” Lij sighed sadly. He wrapped his arm around the other man's shaking shoulders and pulled Orlando against him. “I know you've never kissed a guy before, but was it really that bad? Come on, dude, stop crying so we can get this sorted out.”

Orlando clung to his friend as sobs racked his body. He struggled to come to grips with the shock of having Viggo kiss him without any kind of warning at all, when Orlando had given no indication that he would welcome it. He'd never been sexually attracted to a man and the kiss had terrified him in some unexplained way.

“Hey, stop crying,” Lij said as he rubbed Orlando's back. “Come on, man. Viggo's gorgeous. Any number of guys would kill to have such a hot guy kiss them.”

“B-but I-I-I'm n-n-not g-gay,” Orlando protested, breaking into a fresh spate of tears as the memory of the kiss played again in his mind.

Elijah sighed and settled back against the seat of the couch, realizing he had no chance of changing Orlando's mind until the other man calmed down. Slowly he rocked his crying friend, humming softly in an attempt to ease Orlando's distress.

Orlando's sobs gradually slowed and he sniffled disconsolately against Elijah's shirt. He didn't want to face his best friend and have the discussion he knew was coming. He felt all kinds of a fool for not realizing that Viggo would expect him to have sex with him in return for taking care of him.

“Can we talk about this now?” Elijah asked quietly, determined to convince Orlando to at least try a relationship with Viggo. He wanted Sean. Even now his groin tightened at the thought of the blonde man's kisses.

If he could convince Orlando to try being with Viggo, then he could be with Sean, and if Orlando decided after a while that he couldn't do it with Viggo, then chances were that Sean wouldn't push Elijah away when he'd sampled the young man's bed talents. Elijah prided himself on his sexual skills and knew he really only had to have Sean fuck him once for the older man to want to keep him.

“Do we have to?” Orlando asked plaintively, his voice scratchy from his bout of crying.

“Yeah, we do, man,” Elijah replied. “Come on, sit up and look at me, so we can talk.” He lifted Orlando's face to look at him.

“Lij...” the distressed young man began.

“Just listen, Orli, okay?” The blue-eyed young man said sympathetically as he brushed Orlando's messy curls off his face.

Orlando nodded and sniffed loudly as he wiped his sleeve across his face in an attempt to erase the evidence of his tears.

“First of all,” Elijah began. “We both know that we're complete and utter fuck-ups when it comes to living on our own. We tried, but neither one of us has ever had to make such difficult decisions before, and we really suck at it. I know I don't want to go running back home with my tail between my legs, and I'm pretty sure you don't either. Our parents would rub it in our faces for years. That's if they let us in the door in the first place.”

Orlando nodded his agreement. There was no way he was going to go back and admit to his parents that they had been right and he couldn't cut it on his own in the real world.

“But we can't do this, Orli. We're not smart enough to not be taken advantage of by every shyster that we come across. We need someone to take care of us, even if it's just to teach us what our parents didn't, how to survive on our own.” Elijah sighed and let his head fall back against the couch.

“The truth is, I don't want to survive on my own. I want someone to take care of me. I wasn't kidding when I said I would gladly trade places with Hannah. You know I'm gay. I've never made any secret of the fact.”

Orlando snorted, remembering the time he'd come home from work early because he wasn't feeling well to find Elijah making out on the couch with another guy. Elijah had had to chase him halfway down the stairs to drag him back to the flat and get him to calm down enough to rest in the bedroom. He'd had to resort to cotton stuffed in his ears to block out the sounds from the lounge room before he could finally fall asleep.

“Sean is the answer to my prayers,” Elijah said fervently. “He's gorgeous. He's older. He's obviously got a good paying job, enough to support two people, so I wouldn't have to work. All I have to do is have sex with him? And there's the possibility that it could develop into more. That is so what I want! Don't take this away from me, Orli, please?”

“Lij,” Orlando began hesitantly. “I... I know you like guys. And I am really happy for you if Sean is the man of your dreams. But why do I have to do something that is just.... not what I want to do?”

“Were you just humouring me when you said you wanted someone to take care of you too?” The smaller man asked.

The tall, slim body shifted nervously and Orlando bit his lip, not wanting to answer the question, but knowing that his best friend deserved the truth. “No,” he said softly. “I wasn't lying. I... I... have no fucking idea what I'm doing either.... But I'm not attracted to guys, Lij. I'm not like you. I've never felt the least inclination to want to even kiss a guy... and you and I both know, Viggo is going to want to do more than kiss.”

“Yeah. Yeah, he's going to want to do more than kiss,” Elijah said with a sigh. “But have you ever tried kissing a guy?”

Orlando rolled his eyes. “Hello? That's why I'm on the floor here? You remember, Viggo shoving his tongue down my throat... freak out city?”

Elijah chuckled. “Not like that. I mean actually knowing you're going to kiss a guy, and doing it willingly.”

“No. I told you, I've never even wanted to.”

“Maybe you should try it?” Elijah said innocently. He widened his gaze, trying to look harmless. “I'll kiss you if you want... you know, show you how good it can be?”

“Lij!” Orlando gasped, stunned at the other man's suggestion.

“Come on, dude,” Elijah wheedled. “It's just me. I promise to be gentle, and I'm not gonna get bent if you don't like it... but I think you will.”

“You're fucked,” Orlando said in disbelief.

“Please?”

“You really want this Sean guy, don't you?”

“Yeah. I really do, Orli. More than anything.”

“Okay. I'm probably going to regret this, but go ahead. Lay your best one on me,” Orlando sighed with resignation, dropping his arms from around his knees and straightening his legs. He licked his lips nervously as he looked at his best friend sitting next to him on the floor.

“You couldn't handle my best,” Lij grinned cheekily. “But I promise you'll enjoy it.”

“Just do it.” Orlando trembled slightly, his eyes closing, as Elijah lifted his hand to gently cup his face.

“Open your eyes, Orli,” Elijah whispered, smiling when the other man's eyes opened slowly and he was able to stare into the clear brown eyes of his best friend. Tenderly he brushed Orlando's cheekbone with his thumb. “God you're so beautiful. You're wasted on girls. There's no way they can appreciate just how beautiful you are.”

Orlando swallowed the lump in his throat, unable to tear his gaze away from the hypnotic blue of Elijah's eyes. His lips parted slightly and his tongue darted out to moistened suddenly dry lips.

Tilting his head slightly, Elijah brushed his lips lightly over his friend's mouth, grinning inwardly when Orlando whimpered softly. Slowly he increased the pressure, until he was truly kissing the other man, albeit very chastely. When Orlando didn't protest, the determined young man moved to the next step, flicking the other man's lips with the barest tip of his tongue.

Orlando shivered when Elijah's lips first touched his. He wasn't sure if he liked this, and couldn't even pretend that it was a girl kissing him. His eyes fluttered closed and he whimpered softly when the pressure of the lips against his mouth increased. His heart pounded in his chest, his mind whirling in confusion as to whether he wanted the kiss to stop, or go further. He gasped when Elijah's tongue flicked his lips, giving the smaller man the opening he needed to gently probe the wet cavern of Orlando's mouth.

Orlando's hand came up, unconsciously, to rest on Elijah's chest as the other man's tongue stroked his own for the first time. His skin tingled and the curly-haired young man tilted his head slightly, surrendering to the kiss, allowing Elijah to take him along paths he'd never thought he'd venture down. Soft sighs and whimpers escaped the innocent young man as his groin began to throb with desire. He made a soft sound of disappointment when Elijah slowly pulled back, releasing him from the kiss.

Orlando leaned forward slightly, wanting the kiss to continue, then pulled back, pink staining his cheeks as he realized Elijah was right, he did enjoy the kiss.

“You liked it, didn't you?” The messy-haired young man asked with a smile.

“Yeah,” Orlando said reluctantly. “I did... does that mean I'm gay?”

“No,” Elijah grinned. “It means I'm a damn good kisser!”

“Wanker!” Orlando grinned back, feeling relaxed for the first time since their booth at the restaurant had been invaded by the two older men.

“Seriously, though,” Elijah continued. “If you enjoyed the kiss as much as you did... I think you'd enjoy the other stuff too. The least you could do is give it a try, Orli. You might really like it and decide to swear off girls forever.”

“If I were to go and live with Viggo, I don't think I'd get much chance to go out with girls anyhow,” Orlando said wryly. “He doesn't strike me as the type who'd be willing to share.”

The smaller man giggled, “No. He doesn't, does he? But I bet he's a great lover. That's the really good thing about older guys. They know what they're doing, and they know just how to send you to the moon.”

“Do I want to go to the moon?”

“Oh yeah, you definitely want to go to the moon,” Elijah said fervently. “There is nothing like a big, fat cock, hitting your prostate every time.”

“Whoa! Whoa! TMI, dude!” Orlando shouted, clapping his hands over his ears.

Elijah laughed and pulled the taller man's hands away from his ears. “I promise you'll like it, Orli.. and if you don't, I'm sure Viggo will let you go.”

“Ha,” Orlando snorted, not quite so certain as his friend in thinking either of the older men would allow them to call the shots once they had entered into an arrangement. He sighed, shoulders slumping as he gave in to Elijah's request. “Okay, I'll try. But... don't forget about me, Lij? Please?” Maybe if he explained to Viggo that he'd never even kissed a guy before, the older man would be gentle with him? He didn't know what else to do to get out of the predicament he and Lij found themselves in. This was his last hope.

“Never!” Elijah said firmly, a huge grin plastered across his face. He grabbed his best friend in an enthusiastic hug. “You're the best, dude! I promise, I'll ring you every day! It'll be good. I know it will! Won't it be great when we can take our important boyfriends home for Christmas and show our parents just how well we've managed?”

“Yeah, sure,” Orlando said, not even a quarter as excited as Elijah was. “So what do we do now?”

“Well, now we have to pack,” Elijah said excitedly, jumping to his feet and tugging the taller man until he was standing too. “Viggo said only one suitcase each, so I guess we have to sort out what we really want and only take our best clothes.”

“One suitcase? Our suitcases aren't very big, Lij.”

“Yeah, I know. So just take the stuff that you really don't want to leave behind. I'm sure we'll get lots of new clothes.” The messy-haired shorter man bounded down the hallway to their shared bedroom. “Come on, dude! The sooner we start, the sooner we can call Viggo and tell him we're ready to be picked up!”

With a heavy sigh, Orlando followed his flatmate into their bedroom, already trying to sort out in his mind what he absolutely couldn't be parted from.
TBC