rpg_palace | Orlando's reaction to the morning after the pub night... (Reply)

(Backdated- This takes place in the afternoon following Harry and Eric's adventures waking up. Orlando comes home to his rooms and finds Harry...)

"Hello!" Orlando runs up to Harry, pouncing onto him and pulling him into a huge hug.

"Hey!" Harry gives Orlando a hard kiss, then pulls back "You are in SO MUCH TROUBLE!"

"What did I do now?!"

"Oh like you don't know, Mr Shit Eating Grin..."

"Oh, thaaaaat"

"Yes that! You little monster! You are going to get so much punishment for that... I'm just saving it for sometime when you won't expect it. Craig has been at me all day!" Harry sputters.

"But it was funny. And I'm not a monster!" Orlando protests

Harry pouts. "You told everyone that *I* said *I* was cute! No, that I said I have a cute nose_ which you got out of me under duress, while denying me sex. Very unfair tactics."

"But Harry, come on, admit it. You are cute."

"No. I'm not saying it. You'll just go and tell everyone again." Harry grouses.

"Harry, I'm supposed to think you're cute. AND you are. You're just a grumpy bum." Orlando shoots back.

Harry gasps. "I am NOT! I am not grumpy! I'll just post telling everyone where you're ticklish, and then we'll be even."

"Oh yeah?" Orli puts his hands on his hips.

"Yup. And I'll tell them I rugby tackled you." Harry stares back, grinning.

"That was fun." Orlando remembers.

"It was, wasn't it. We should do that again sometime. Maybe I'll surprise you, sneak around out of nowhere and just take you down."

"Not in public, I hope. Last thing we need is for THAT WOMAN as Sean calls her, to find out." Orlando flashes him a grin.

"God, no. She was fucking talking about ME last time, you know that, right? It's not as though she was very subtle." Harry growls.

"Yeeeeah." Orlando rolls his eyes. "But how have you been, apart from wanting to publicly humiliate me all day?" He grins cheekily.

"Oh, well, did you get my voice mail from the pub last night? The one where I said I was going home with Eric?"

"Yeah, I did." Orlando rolls his eyes at the memory of the voice mail.

"Well, on nights when I go out to the pub, and there's any chance I'm going to be sleeping anywhere other than here with you? I get my underwear back." Harry demands.

Orlando raises an eyebrow and blinks. "Harry? Confusing the poor hyper Prince here."

Harry sighs deeply "I crashed with Eric, and we both got undressed before we went to bed. Wanna guess how we woke up? Him spooned up behind me with morning wood poking into my arse crack. I thought he was you, and was dragging his hand down to my cock before he woke up and started shrieking like a girl!"

Orlando erupts with laughter and has to sit down.

"It's funny as all hell now, but it sure wasn't funny then! I bolted half way across the room, stark naked, hung over as all hell, and Eric sat there with the covers pulled up against his chest as we tried to figure out if we'd fucked or not, which, by the way, EW! I mean, it was Eric!" Harry tries to glare at Orlando, but fails completely.

Orli just laughs harder, curling up into a ball and rolling onto his side while he gasps for air.

You....oh Jesus..."

Harry grins. "We did, in the end, by a number of not so scientific methods determine that we did NOT fuck, and I was permitted to come back to bed and sleep for a few more hours."

"I...oh...shit...I would've loved to have been a fly on the wall...." Orlando giggles.

Harry sticks out his tongue. "Oh hush. It probably was pretty funny though. I stood there naked for a good five minutes with my hands on me hips while we sorted the whole thing out."

Orlando has just managed to settle down, before the image hit him, and he starts giggling uncontrollably again.

Harry smiles. "Thought you'd like that one. So, the moral of the story is, Harry gets his underwear back when he goes out for a drink with the lads. Can we have an agreement on that?"

"Sure..." Orlando manages.

"Excellent. I mean, Eric's like my brother, and we both got to see and feel a lot more than either of us ever needed to this morning. I'd like to avoid that happening again if at all possible." Harry gives Orlando a wink.

Orlando chuckles and wipes the tears from the corners of his eyes. "Oh hell..." he took a deep breath. "I'm sure he would too. You're kinda scary when you're grumpy, old man." Orlando grins cheekily.

"I'm scary- have you SEEN Eric! The man is a fucking tree! He's not Tyler's size, but he's damned big." Harry looks at Orlando with imaginary fear in his eyes.

Orlando sniggers. "Tree, eh?"

Harry furrows his brow. "Yeah... I think I called him that... I have this memory of calling him a big tree. Which is odd, because he has a nickname. Eric is Bambi."

Orlando starts to giggle again. "I HOPE you were referring to how tall he was...."

Harry rolls his eyes. "That was last night, little one, not this morning. Head out of the gutter please." He pauses. "And I never saw "it" anyway. Just got a definite... physical impression." Harry shudders at the memory.

Orlando falls back onto the couch and explodes with laughter again.

Harry throws up his hands. "I give up!"

Orlando just laughs harder.

Harry laughs and looks at Orlando, collapsed and giggling. "Well, I'm gonna take off then. David pinged me awhile ago and said he wanted to see me, and you're too giggly to do anything fun."

Orlando immediately shuts up and pouts. "You'll come back, won't you?"

Harry moves over and knelt in front of the couch, taking Orlando's hands in his. "I will always come back, silly. I promise." Harry kisses the back of Orlando's hand and stood up.

Orli grins at him. "Don't stop at the nineteenth hole on your way back from the golf range, as Sean says."

Harry rolls his eyes. "I have no idea what David wants, so I don't know how long it's going to take. But I'm not going to get drunk two nights in a row. I think I learned that lesson this morning." Harry shudders again.

Orli giggles. "Okay. See you then."

Harry grins, and leans over, giving Orlando a soft kiss. "Later then." And with a wave, he turns and walks out the door.