"Viggo, have you seen my yellow shirt?" Orlando looked up from the floor, one hand rummaging under the bed.

"Uh, yellow shirt?" Viggo mumbled into the pillow. "No, babe. I don't remember seeing a yellow shirt."

Orlando sighed. "How could you not remember it? You said I looked like Tweety; whatever that means."

Viggo rolled over, careful with his morning wood. "Why do you need it?" he smiled.

Orlando caught Viggo's smile and it spread quickly across his face. "Well I can't go walking around naked," he said in a scandalized voice.

"Why not?"

"This isn't exactly a desert island, you know."

"It's not?" Viggo feigned surprise, looking around the bungalow.

"No, it's the Marmont, as you well know. I've been begging you to bring me here forever."

Viggo's smile grew into a grin at his lover's exaggeration. "How can I be so cruel to you?" he asked, throwing off the sheet. "I must be the worst boyfriend in the world."

"Hm, maybe," Orlando pretended to consider, "but you're the best husband."

"Oh, and how do you figure that?"

"Well, for one thing, you have this," Orlando jumped onto the bed and grabbed at Viggo's crotch.

"Whoa, there," Viggo chuckled, scooting away. "That's not a handle."

"Sure it is. Watch me handle you with it."

"Thought you wanted to get dressed."

"It can wait. I can't find my favorite shirt anyway."

Viggo's eyes slid guiltily away, but Orlando didn't notice. The young man's eyes were fixed on his target. Wrapping his fingers gently around the base of his husband's arousal, he lowered his head. Viggo's head tipped back as Orlando swiped his tongue up his hard length. Taking a deep breath, Orlando blew a stripe of coolness up the bulging vein.

"Jeez, babe," Viggo groaned. "You can get me in the mood so fast."

"Hey," Orlando's eyes rolled up. "I said watch me."

Viggo's head tipped back down and he focused on Orlando's face. "No problem."

"That's better," Orlando said. "I'm doing this for your benefit, you know."

"Then there's something I should do for both our benefits," Viggo said. "You wait right here while I go leak the lizard."

"Ack," Orlando said succinctly, but he let go of Viggo and watched him go into the bathroom.

When Viggo returned, Orlando was sprawled across the bed, knees bent, languidly stroking an eager erection. Viggo tossed the new bottle of lube on the bed and pounced on his lover. Orlando opened his arms to catch Viggo, enfolding the man in his embrace.

For long moments, they simply held one another, hands moving slowly in tender caresses. Viggo lifted his head from Orlando's neck and took his mouth in a slow, deep kiss that soon had Orlando writhing restlessly beneath him. Rubbing his stiff flesh against his husband's, Viggo brought him to a state of quivering readiness.

"And you say I get you in the mood fast," Orlando gasped as Viggo headed south. "When I'm around you, I stay ready."

Viggo smiled as he kissed his way down Orlando, pausing to lavish the attention of his mouth on the spots he found particularly tempting. Orlando's back arched and he moaned loudly as Viggo darted his tongue into his navel and swirled it around. Impatiently, Orlando urged Viggo farther down.

Gladly, Viggo moved on. Burying his face between Orlando's long thighs, Viggo breathed the unique musk that was an aphrodisiac to him, as he licked delicately at the hanging sack. Orlando twisted against the sheets as Viggo took his balls in his mouth and rolled them on his tongue.

"God that feels bloody marvelous," Orlando said. "But could you move on?"

Viggo complied with alacrity, relinquishing the velvety flesh to lick his way down Orlando's crack. Orlando shivered at the contrast of warm tongue and cool air when Viggo blew softly on his skin. The young man's anus contracted and relaxed, getting Viggo more excited by the second. Unable to resist, Viggo stabbed his tongue into the clenching aperture.

Orlando's hips thrust upward violently, and Viggo made a muffled sound of surprise. "Easy, babe," he chuckled. "You almost broke my nose."

"Wanker," was Orlando's opinion. "Get back to work."

"This isn't work," Viggo corrected. "This is warm up."

"Then your job is done."

"Told you. It's not a job."

"Then you won't be looking for payback. Oh God, do that again."

Viggo sucked hard at the head of Orlando's cock before letting it go with a popping sound. "Payback? Don't you mean paycheck?"

"I said what I meant," Orlando nudged the side of Viggo's head with the inside of his knee. "Why have you stopped?"

"Just admiring you, babe."

Orlando smiled and lifted his pelvis until he could rub his arousal against the man's cheek. "Ow, bloody hell, Vig, your whiskers are like barbed wire."

Viggo grabbed Orlando's legs, pulled them together and scrubbed his beard against the insides of his thighs. Orlando shrieked, giggled and twisted, sitting up and pulling at Viggo's hair until the sweet torment ended. With quick little kitten licks, Viggo soothed the red skin with cool puffs of air.

"Now," Orlando said demandingly.

Viggo loved his husband in this mood: when Orlando just couldn't wait to be taken. He reached for the lube, only to have it snatched away.

"No," Orlando said breathlessly, squeezing a dollop into his hand. "Come 'ere."

Viggo rose to his knees, closing his eyes as Orlando stroked slippery gel onto his cock. Long, clever fingers encircled the thick base and pulled upward, thoroughly massaging each inch of hard flesh. After a half dozen strokes, Viggo grabbed Orlando's wrist and opened his eyes.

Orlando raised his face and met his husband's gaze. The bright blue eyes were liquid and glowing with the same light that shone from Orlando's. Without a word being spoken, they fell into the steps of a dance they'd invented themselves.

Viggo lifted Orlando's legs to his shoulders and took himself in hand. Orlando lay back against the mounded pillows and watched with hooded eyes as Viggo prepared to enter him. The first touch of the hot hardness teased a soft whimper from the young man and Viggo had to rein himself in.

No matter how many times Viggo did this, it would always be a wonder and a mystery to him. The way the tight flesh gave way to him, enfolding him in molten heat, hugging him snugly, would forever enthrall him. He knew Orlando grew impatient sometimes, but he could not help drawing out this delicious sensation.

"What is taking so long?" Orlando groaned predictably.

"Well it's … long," Viggo drawled. "Takes a couple of minutes to load."

"Did I call you a wanker yet today?"

Viggo pushed forward and Orlando gasped with pleasure. "I'm sorry; did you say something to me?" Viggo asked.

"You're really winding me up, but all will be forgiven if you just get to shagging."

"Is that all I am to you? Life support for a hard-on?"

"Of course. That's why I made it part of our wedding vows."

"Well then I guess I better get to it."

Orlando moaned as the big cock eased back a couple of inches and slid forward again. "Oh yeah, that's it. Fuck, you're good!"

"I know," Viggo teased.

"Well, I don't want you to forget. God! Yes!" Orlando exclaimed, and continued in a small voice. "Viggo?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"Will you do this with me forever?"

"I believe I've already promised that."

"I lose my mind when we're having sex, so you'll just have to keep reminding me."

Viggo rocked into the velvet channel in short thrusts. "Is this jogging your memory?"

"Jogging? I don't need to jog; I'm getting plenty of exercise right now."

"Lame, babe," Viggo said, punctuating the criticism with a deep penetration.

"I will be if you keep doing that, or bowlegged at least."

Viggo chuckled and settled into the rhythm they both preferred. "You already walk funny," he said.

"I'll get you for that, Mortensen, but right now you can do no wrong. That is so sweet, man. Just keep doing that."

"My pleasure," Viggo said honestly.

With Viggo's hard flesh stretching him, the blunt head dragging deliciously across his prostate, wiry pubic hairs electrifying his chafed inner thighs, Orlando was in paradise. Reaching down, he took hold of his arousal and stroked the yearning flesh in time with Viggo's thrusts. His other hand kneaded the pillow under his head, clenching and relaxing as his released coiled tighter in his groin.

"God what you do to me, man," Orlando moaned. "Are you close?"

"Woke up that way."

"Neanderthal."

"You love it."

"You know me well. Oh God, Vig! Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Oh shit! I'm over the edge. Oh, Viggo! Viggo!"

Viggo shivered down his full length at the passion in his husband's voice as he called his name in the throes of ecstasy. He felt the hot sheath contract around his plunging length and thrust deeply. Orlando cried out, spilling thick fluid over his knuckles and belly.

Viggo leaned in as his sated lover reached for him. Grinding against Orlando's crotch, he took the offered mouth, delving deeply with tongue and cock. Orlando moaned against Viggo's lips as the thick length twitched inside him and flooded his passage. Viggo groaned and let Orlando pull him down to rest against his heart.

"Impromptu is always the best," Orlando sighed.

Viggo nodded his agreement, not ready to speak yet. He felt Orlando getting comfortable, more than willing to remain like this until Viggo softened. Viggo nuzzled in, caressing his lover's chest and shoulders. He was not prepared when Orlando surged up, throwing him off and out.

"Liar!"

Viggo sat up, staring at the young man waving the bright material at him.

"So you haven't seen my yellow shirt? No idea where it might be?" Orlando said rapidly as he flogged his lover with the garment. "How did it get inside your pillowcase, then?"

Viggo raised his hands in surrender. "Busted."

Orlando shook his head. "What are we going to do about this?"

"What?" Viggo made with the innocent eyes.

"Your impulse toward modifying my wardrobe."

"Sorry, babe. You're right. Wear whatever you want."

Orlando looked at the man suspiciously. "That was far too easy."

"Well so are you."

Orlando resumed whipping his husband with the shirt.

"Hey! That wasn't an insult. I like you easy."

"Yeah? Well I think I like you in yellow."

Viggo felt the first stirrings of unease. "You do?"

"Yes I do. In fact, I like it so much, I'm going to give you this shirt."

"Um, thanks … I guess."

"And you're going to wear it today."

"I have a book signing today," Viggo protested.

Orlando grinned. "What's the matter?"

Viggo grinned back. "You're teasing me," he said in relief.

"Of course, I am. This is the payback I mentioned earlier."

"Come here, babe."

"Nope. You need to get up and get dressed and if I come over there that's unlikely to happen in a timely manner."

Viggo rolled over with a sigh. "You're only right," he said, heading toward the bathroom.

"Hang on," Orlando said. "You forgot your shirt, Tweety.

Viggo knew then that he'd being wearing the screaming yellow shirt all day, but he didn't really mind. For one thing, he would carry Orlando's scent with him and arrive home in the best possible mood. Orlando would be waiting and would no doubt take immediate advantage.

Being mistaken for Big Bird was a small price to pay.

The end.