Nothing is simple.
It's going to be the ongoing theme with them. Maybe, soon, they'll get to
the level of comfort where there is no hesitation or second guessing.
Right now, no one wants to assume. Especially not Orlando.
His bed is big enough. That's a fact. A nice full bed, with bare minimum
of pillows. Soft mattress, complete with the matching box spring.
Furnished apartments kick ass. They really do. It's more comfortable than
the couch.
He wants to tell Karl that, but doesn't know what his reaction would be.
It seems silly not to. The slow barrier has been shot to hell, at least in
Orlando's eyes. He'll be incredibly shocked and slightly offended if Karl
doesn't think so as well. The last he checked oral sex was still sex. And
sex is not slow. Sex involves involvement, and in this case, demands
commitment. Or at very least active participation.
So why is he nervous about the sleeping situation? It's stupid, and he
realizes it, but it seems so hard to bring up the subject. It's dark
outside, its past night but not quite morning. Miles to go before dawn and
he can't seem to walk the twenty feet to his bedroom. Karl's in the
bathroom, and Orlando is standing there worrying about when he comes out.
Orlando can't even play off the sleepy, crash anywhere thing, because he's
now awake, had a good nap nestled in Karl's lap. He hears the toilet flush
and the bathroom door opens, faint light spilling into the hallway.
He wonders how he's going to broach the subject but then he gets an epiphany. Be direct. What a concept. The whole worrying thing is really ridiculous. Completely. Utterly. If Orlando's going to be assertive, than damn it, he's going to be assertive and hence Karl's going to sleep in his bed. There will be no more of this wishy-washy. Now, if anything, they should both be on common ground. And if for some reason Karl's not... then the boy has issues. That's all there is to it.
Karl steps out into the hallway, yawns, and stretches.
Orlando's watching shamelessly, quite like the cat that's got the canary. What a fine little bird too.
"Tired?" he questions.
Karl yawns again.
Orlando smiles. "I'll take that as a yes."