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Calling Orlando

[ooc: While Will does have call waiting, this is locked to

orlandomuse, thanks! :-D]

Will closes his left eye and stares at the television. Nope, his queer eye is still finding the Fab Five to be extremely annoying at the moment. He knows it's not their fault, though. Everything has been annoying him, lately. He and Peter have made up, so that's something good, but Peter's also started calling him whenever he sees or reads something he finds amusing. Will just doesn't have the heart to tell him to cut out that crap.

Sighing, he starts flipping channels. Seen it. Seen it. Hate it. Own it. The remote's tossed aside when he lands on "Mythbusters," and he looks at the TV, daring it to entertain him.

"Baby, I'm going out for about an hour, okay?" his mom says, peeking into the living room.

"Okay," Will says, nodding.

"Don't keep moping. Why don't you call Peter? Or your little friend?"

He can't help cracking a smile at that. "Mom, please stop calling Orli my little friend."

"Well, you know what I mean, sweetie. Just do something, okay? I hate seeing you like this."

Biting back the urge to tell her to stop looking at him then, he nods again and reaches for the phone.

"Are you calling Peter?"

"Nope," Will grins as he dials Orli's number. "I'm gonna say hello to my little friend," he says with an extremely bad Cuban accent.

"Such a smart aleck," Inez giggles, then waves goodbye to him.

Will waves back and turns down the volume a little as he waits for Orli to pick up.

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"I knew I should never have left you alone in Connecticut!" Orlando says with a snicker. "I can't blame them though. You're hot."

Will's face gets warm, and he rolls onto his side. "Takes one to know one," he says, giggling. Just then, Blade bounds into the living room, Wendell hot on his trail. "Ooh, a couple of adorable boys just came in. I hope you don't mind if they lie down on the couch with me."

"Depends. How furry are they?" Orlando snickers.

"They're pretty damn hairy!" Will laughs when the dogs jump up on him. "And one's currently licking my face like I'm a piece of meat!"

"I'm jealous!"

Orlando laughs for a moment, then says, "I wish I were there!"

Will keeps laughing as Blade and Wendell both continue to kiss him excitedly. "I do too! Your kisses are a lot less messy."

"I can be messy too!"

"You'd better show me the next time I see you," Will grins, managing to get the puppies settled down on his chest. "Otherwise, I'll never believe it."

"I'm going to lick you all over your face," Orlando threatens playfully.

Will laughs harder, garnering a curious look from Blade. "Somehow I think I'd enjoy that!"

"Daft bugger," Orlando says warmly. "How's the family?"

ooc: Going to bed!

"Mom's good, dogs are good, Peter's good," Will grins. "Pete and I have made up, actually."

ooc: Have a good night, hon!

"Got him to see the error of his ways, did you? Or did you cave and agree that you and I are a horrible idea, thanks for the blowjobs and see ya, Orli?" He's giggling as he says it.

Orli's giggle is infectious, and Will laughs at what he says. "Hey, I'd thank you for the kisses, too, you know! And we actually came to an understanding. I told him that you and I were making an effort to learn more about each other, and he admitted that it is possible to connect very quickly with someone. I had to remind him about when he met his boyfriend." He sighs and scratches Blade's head. "So we're good."

"Good," Orlando says. "I don't want you to have trouble with your best friend over me. Speaking of which, my best friend is dying to meet you, so the next time you come down we have to have dinner with him."

Orlando's hoping it will be soon.

"I'd love that!" Will says, sitting up a little. Wendell and Blade both grumble at him and amble to the other end of the couch. "When can I come?"

"Right now?" Orlando says with a laugh. "You know you're welcome here anytime you want to come, don't you?"

"You shouldn't say that," Will grins. "I'll always be knocking on your door."

Orlando beams. "No, you won't. I had a key made for you."

Will sits all the way up, touched by the gesture. "Are you serious? Orli..." He smiles, grabbing a pillow and hugging it. "Thank you. That's... You're great, you know that?"

"I was going to surprise you," Orlando confesses, "But I couldn't wait. You'll discover that I have a very difficult time with patience." He's smiling so widely he feels like his face will break. "I can't wait to see you again."

"God, I can't either." Will chews on his lip for a second. "I find patience really overrated a lot of the time," he says. "For example, I want to jump in the car right now and head down. I miss you. I feel like I miss you all the time, but I know we can't spend every waking moment together because... Well, we just can't and we know why. But that doesn't mean I don't want to." He laughs, a little self-conscious. "Do I sound like a stalker?"

"No," Orlando says with a chuckle. "You sound just like me. I'm already addicted to you."

Will's smile widens. "That's the perfect word for it! I'm definitely addicted to you. Do you think we should form a support group?"

"I'm not sure we'd be of much help to one another!" Orlando laughs. "I just know I miss waking up next to you."

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