The Dressing room

Summary: From the first time Orlando saw Johnny he fell in love with him. Not sure if his feelings would ever be answered he never told Johnny.
Although that changed after that they were together in Toronto 2005. Since then they have become a couple.
There will come several short stories in the 'Jorli' serie.

Disclaimer: I don’t know them or own them. I have done it for my own amuse and not to make any money out of it.

Orlando stood in the dressing room to try on some new shirts, sweater and trousers. He had to buy some new that fitted him and he could use the coming months. He had just dismissed a shirt and was on the way to test a new one when he felt a pair of hands stroke his back and slowly get to his front.

Looking up, he met a second pair of brown eyes in the mirror. His lips curled up to a smile.

“You are tense, my love.” His company whispered in his ear.

“Think if someone sees us?”

“Loosen up, if we are quiet no one will notice us. And isn’t the risk getting caught an extra challenge?”

“Hmmm.” Orlando found it hard to say anything, as Johnny had let his hands wander over his stomach and find their way inside his trousers. “It would be, but…”

Johnny silenced him with a kiss. Knowing that the risk they were taking would easily set Orlando off. Personally, Johnny loved to see his lover while they made love, so the dressing room was perfect.

“We shouldn’t do it…” Orlando said after his first breath from the kiss.

“Why not? I want you and I can feel that you are not totally against the idea.”

Instead of answering, Orlando closed his eyes; he both wanted Johnny to continue and was scared of what they were doing, of the possibility that anyone could walk in on them. Feeling Johnny’s hands on his skin won over his fear and after a few seconds he had forgotten everything but what the older man was doing to him.

Johnny was careful to use Orlando’s hot spots. When he felt the young one was fully aroused he opened their trousers and pushed them down. Looking in the mirror down the front of Orlando was a sight he had come to love more and more. Watching his partner’s chest rise and fall from the increasing breaths he took. Slowly letting his eyes drift down, as one of his hand slides over the swelling stomach and the hard penis.

His was as hard as his lover and with his other hand Johnny had taken hold of his to guide it within the hot hole. Without any warning he pushed himself inside.

Orlando had to put his hands on the mirror to stand against the force. He had to admit it was thrilling. His hardness was evidence, as was the wetness that seemed to pour out of his body. If Johnny’s intrusion had taken him somewhat by surprise it quickly gave away to pleasure and he had a very difficult time trying to stay silent.

Receiving an extra fierce trust he had to let out a moan. Luckily Johnny was prepared and put his free hand over his mouth to muffle it and the next that would come when Orlando reached his climax.

Feeling the orgasm of his lover, Johnny went over the edge too and spilled his seeds. Waiting out their orgasms to the end they stood still and wallowed in the moment.

“Are you alright, love?” Johnny asked when he had caught his breath and put on his trousers.

“Mmm, yeah.” Was the sparse reply that came from the younger man. He looked down and saw where his semen had landed. “Though I think we need to hide any evidence and we’d better buy these trousers as well.”

Johnny looked over to see what Orlando said and started snigger.

“You don’t like that shirt, didn’t you?” He asked as he got the breath.

“No it is awful. It’s unbelievable they can sell something like it.”

Johnny took the shirt in question and wiped the mirror from the evidence of what they did. Before Orlando could protest he sneaked out from the dressing room.

There were a few more clothes Orlando had to try, so he continued and was surprised it felt a lot better after their little encounter.

~*~*~The End~*~*~