porter_inc | 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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"Then just listen. I just want you here," Orlando says quietly. "I want you here, in my arms, no matter what else we're doing. I want to be able to reach over and touch you, or make eye contact and let you know I want you there."

Will's quiet for a moment as he takes a deep breath. He's amazed that Orli wants the same things he does, but at the same time he isn't surprised. It's impossible to shake the feeling that they're really in sync.

"That sounds so good," he says, closing his eyes and picturing Orlando's face. "It's exactly what I want, too. I hate not being able to fall asleep next to you, just to have to close."

Orlando's quiet for a moment too, because it's almost like Will can read his mind.

"I should probably start shopping," he says after a moment, with a little chuckle. "I've got some special things to buy."

"Okay," Will says softly. "Just know that I draw the line at wearing a french maid's outfit."

"You don't need to wear anything while we're home," Orlando teases playfully.

Will chuckles at that. "Be careful or I'll be naked the second I step inside. I'm not all that fond of clothing."

"I'm awfully fond of you, so I'd be all right with that," Orlando laughs. "I can't wait."

"I can't either," Will says, sighing happily. He's got butterflies in his stomach, and loves that Orli's the first person in a long time to have that effect on him.

"I'm going to bring back one of your shirts when I come," he suddenly confesses. "I stole it. I haven't worn it so it's not stretched out or anything. I just wanted to sleep with it." He winces, hoping that he hasn't just made himself sound like a complete nutjob.

Orlando only hesitates before responding because he's so overwhelmed. "That is so sweet," he finally murmurs. "God, how have I survived without you?"

Will's relieved that Orli didn't think he was odd for doing it. "I could ask myself the same question," he says with a tiny shrug, smiling. "But I'd rather tell you that meeting you is the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"I don't care what anyone else says, the two of us just seem to belong together," Orlando says proudly.

Will's smile brightens. "Yeah, we do. And everyone else can fuck off." He laughs. "Or I can tell them to fuck off so you don't get any flack."

"Either way works for me!"

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"Good!" Will laughs. "I might have to get your initials branded on my ass so I can moon people with a purpose, too. I can get a little riled up when people I love are given shit, you know."

ooc: LOL! Did I send you that one?

"You are not getting my initials on your arse!" Orlando laughs happily. "I like that gorgeous bum just the way it is!"

Will giggles. "Well, okay, but only because you don't want me to," he teases.

"I don't think I could bring myself to kiss my initials!"

Will can't stop giggling. "So the portrait of you I had planned for my dick is out of the question?"

"Completely!" Orlando's nearly gasping with his laughing.

"God, I'm so glad we're setting boundaries!" he says, his voice shaking as he tries to stop laughing.

Orlando leans back in his chair, still laughing. "Oh God, Will, you're so much fun."

Will manages to catch his breath, and chuckles. "And so are you, my man. I can't... It's been forever since I've laughed this much."

"You've saved me," is all Orlando can think of to say.

That's a little humbling to hear, and Will wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around Orlando and hug him tight.

"If that's true, then we've saved each other, Orli."

"Good. Then we're even," Orlando says. "Now I'm hanging up, because I have to go shopping. I'll see you tomorrow, and I'll miss you every moment until you get here."

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