Solo performance

Dave flies to London to meet Marton and Craig, Sean and Viggo have a…um…talk and Karl and Harry…gasp…read it yourself…

Disclaimer: Not mine, made up. I’d pay to see it for real!

Notes: Brain. Gone. *stares dumbly at brain puddle in corner* You’ll see why later… If you enjoyed reading this as much as I loved writing this, please leave me a short comment. It’s been a crap week and I need some positive response.

Um...it feels wrong to call a chapter "Streets of London" and not say anything about the horrible terrorist attacks. Just know that my thoughts are with those living in London and those who have friends and family there.

10. Streets of London

”Oh! I saw him! I saw him!” Craig started jumping up and down, waving and screaming in a manner that made sure that really everybody in the arrival area of the airport saw him. “David! We’re here!”

Marton stood next to his lover, smiling apologetically at the other people surrounding them.

“David!” Craig hugged Dave enthusiastically when the red-haired Aussie had finally found his way to them. “Karl was right, you’re in dire need of being cheered up! You look like hell, love!” Craig sighed and let go of Dave. “But don’t worry, we’ll take care of you. Am I right, Marton?”

The taller man nodded with a grin on his face and hugged David as well. “Just ignore him,” he whispered into Dave’s ear. “Too much coffee this morning…”

“Hey, I heard that!” Craig slapped Marton playfully and Dave had to smile for the first time in weeks as he saw Marton flinch. Karl and Harry had been right to make him fly to London in Karl’s place, Dave decided. He really needed something to keep him from thinking too much. Lord Celeborn and his cute warrior elf were a perfect distraction.

“Come,” Craig said and took Dave by his arm while Marton volunteered to carry his suitcase. “You must be hungry and tired after that long flight…”


~*~


“You don’t have to apologise, Viggo!” Beanie reminded his lover. “I understand perfectly well that you can’t stay here forever…” He smiled and kisses the top of Viggo’s head who was lying in his arms. “As much as I’d love you to…”

Viggo snorted. “School will start in less than eight days…”

Beanie nodded softly. “It wasn’t like I didn’t expect you’d have to leave soon. Viggo, you fly back to America and come back as quickly as possible. Deal?”

Viggo turned his head so that he faced Beanie, looking at the younger man from sad eyes. “I just don’t like being apart from you,” he sighed quietly. “Sean, I sit here and miss you although I haven’t left yet…”

Sean took Viggo’s face into his hands and kissed his lover tenderly for a while, pouring all of his feelings into the kiss. Both of them were a little breathless when they parted, surprised by the intimacy lying in their kiss. “Don’t think that I don’t miss you, too…” Sean whispered in a slightly hoarse voice. “I love you, Viggo…”

The Dane smiled and leant in for another kiss. “Alright, I’ll go…” he said after a while. “But don’t you think that I won’t speak lovesick poems onto your answering machine every day!!” He frowned thoughtfully. “I could make a book of that… ‘Letters to my beloved Beanie’… Or…”

Sean groaned. Viggo was getting into artistic-Viggo-mode again.

“Or a CD?” Viggo exclaimed. “I could read or sing them to you and you could listen to that CD when I’m not here and maybe you wouldn’t miss me so badly then…”

“Viggo!” Sean laughed. “Shut up, love…”

Viggo stared at him curiously. “Why?” he asked.

“Because I want to make love to you really slowly,” Sean growled. “And I can’t do that when you’re distracting me…” He grinned when Viggo immediately shut his mouth and lay down on his back.

“Go on then, love…” the Dane requested with a hungry smile.


~*~


“Harry?” Karl frowned. It was unlike Harry to leave the door unlocked when he was not at home. So Harry had to be somewhere in the house. Karl walked through the seemingly empty house in search of his lover until he finally found Harry in the backyard…painting.

“There you are!” he laughed an, crossing the distance between him and Harry. “Hi…” Karl breathed and planted a soft kiss on Harry’s lips. ”I didn’t know you could paint,” Karl said, curiously pointing at the large canvas.

Harry shook his head and tried to pull Karl into the direction of the house. “Well, I can’t… I just felt like it. Want some coffee? I could use a cup or two…”

Karl cocked his eyebrows amusedly. “You’re not trying to distract me so that I won’t take a look at your painting?”

Harry jumped quickly in front of the picture, half ashamedly trying to hide the canvas behind his broad frame. “Please don’t,” he begged Karl who tried to walk around him to take a look at the painting. “It’s bad, I don’t want you to…”

“You don’t think I’d laugh at you?” Karl asked in a mock-hurt voice and tenderly pushed his way past Harry. “What’s wrong with it? Is it abstract or what?” He trailed off when he was standing in front of the canvas, Karl’s brown eyes widening in amazement. When Karl looked up at Harry again after a while, tears were glistening in his eyes. “Jesus, Harry,” he breathed, being totally in awe.

Harry had lied when he said he couldn’t paint. He did use the colours more in a expressionistic than a naturalistic way, giving the colours a meaning of their own, and true, the proportions were maybe a little out of size, but nevertheless Karl stared into a perfect copy of his face, every brushstroke speaking of the love Harry felt for him. “It’s beautiful…” he whispered and closed the gap between him and Harry.

“I started it a few weeks ago,” Harry explained and wrapped his arms firmly around the younger man. “I missed you so badly. Thank you for coming back…” He cocked his head slightly to kiss the tears from Karl’s cheeks, his lips wandering further until they finally found Karl’s soft lips. Tenderly Harry’s tongue snaked out and parted Karl’s lips, moaning deeply when Karl answered the kiss, pulling Harry closer to his well-muscled body.

“I love you…” Harry whispered against Karl’s mouth, pulling the other man down into the soft grass. “Ever fucked outside?” he asked.

Karl snorted amusedly. “On the beach,” he confirmed. “Got sand in my arse. Think grass would be a surface worth a try…”

Harry grinned as he pulled his shirt over his head. “Let’s give it a try then…”


~*~


Nervously Dave tapped his foot on the floor, waiting for Jared to answer the phone.

“Hello?”

“It’s me, Dave,” David said cheerfully, letting out the breath he had held. “I just wanted to let you know I wasn’t involved in any plain crash or something…”

Jared laughed weakly. “You mean I can stop watching the news and biting my nails then?” A muffled cough was heard through the phone.

Dave frowned. Jared didn’t sound healthy. “Yeah,” he answered. “But should I be worried about you?” Dave asked his friend, leaving no doubt in his voice that he meant it seriously.

He heard Jared stifle another cough. “It’s nothing,” Jared tried to calm Dave. “Just didn’t sleep enough lately.”

“You would tell me if something was wrong, right?” Dave did his best imitation of a severe nurse and Jared had to laugh softly.

“Yes, mum!” he replied. “I’m a good boy and I will go to bed early today. I will even take all of my pills!”

Dave relaxed a little at his friend’s words, but was not quite convinced yet. “Promise me to go to a doctor if you feel worse tomorrow,” he begged Jared. “Just that I know I needn’t worry…”

Jared hesitated before answering. “Yes,” he finally said. “I promise…”

Dave was not entirely happy with the reply but that had to be enough for now. “Thank you…” he breathed. “I’m now going back to join Craig and Marty in the living room, we have a lot to talk about.”

“Hmm…” Jared sighed. ”It was good to hear from you, Davie. Have a nice stay, but don’t stay away from me too long!”

Dave chuckled. “I will call you as often as possible. Bye, Jared!”


~*~


“Sean…” Viggo moaned and wrapped his long legs around his lover’s slim waist as the other man thrust deeply into him. Long fingers trailed up Beanie’s back until they buried themselves in blond strands and Sean moaned as Viggo guided his mouth to meet the other man’s lips.

So good… Beanie pulled back from Viggo’s swollen lips with a harsh groan, gasping for much needed air. “Love you, Vig,” he whispered breathlessly between pants, shifting his hips to go even deeper. A shiver shook his body as Viggo cried out with pleasure, barely able to mutter unintelligible sounds.

So beautiful… Beanie observed Viggo thrashing wildly under the weight of his body, his back arching for even closer contact. “Oh my god…” Viggo groaned, his voice getting higher and higher. “I think I’m gonna…SEAN!” The scream cut through the room, finally triggering Beanie’s own orgasm.

Bonelessly he slumped down on Viggo’s now still form, bringing his hands up to brush sweaty strands of blond hair out of Viggo’s eyes before he kissed the older man lovingly.

Viggo moaned, his whole body still sparkling with the aftermath of his orgasm. “Think we woke up everybody?” he asked when he was finally able to form sentences again.

“Well,” Beanie laughed good-mindedly. “What our kids didn’t know about sex they heard now… I just hope they don’t talk about us out there on the street.”

Viggo chuckled. “World-old question answered: Sean Bean says, ‘Yes, I’m a screamer.’”

“Who screamed down the house here? Me or you?” Beanie teased Viggo and moved to tickle to other man. “At least like that all rumours about what you’re doing here are solved…”

“Mercy!” Viggo begged, laughing so hard that he was nearly falling off the bed. “You trying to kill me?”

“No…” Beanie smiled evilly. “Although I love you to death…”


~*~


“Harry!” Karl cried out in a choked voice. “You know that you can’t fuck me if you manage to torture to death here, right?”

Harry would have answered if his mouth hadn’t been full. Full with Karl’s delicious erection. So he just looked up at Karl who was really in a pitiful position, being tied spread-eagled to the bedposts. “Hrrm…”

“Jesus…” Karl gasped, letting his head fall back to the soft pillow he was lying on, thankful that Harry at least hadn’t bothered to gag him as well. Harry had fucked him outside in the garden, hard and fast until Karl’s brain had molten to a beautiful mess. Then he had picked the younger man, carrying him into the house and here he was lying now. He had been an idiot, Harry said and insisted to make up for it.

Karl’s pleasure-hazed brain decided it had been paid back all the pain he had suffered because of Harry repeatedly now. “Harry, let me come…” he tried to beg once again. “I can’t stand this any longer…” Karl moaned as he fought his restraints, his body thrashing wildly on the big bed.

“If you insist…” Harry chuckled after letting Karl’s throbbing length slip from his mouth with a wet sound. “But you will come on my terms…”

“Anything…” Karl whimpered, the air feeling cold on his damp skin. “Please, take me already…”

“Sshh…” Harry whispered and brought his index-finger to Karl’s mouth to silence the younger man. “My terms, right?” Before Karl could even open his mouth Harry lay himself down on Karl so that their naked bodies were aligned perfectly.

“Mmmh…” Karl’s protest died in a moan as Harry captured his lips in a passionate kiss, stealing all breath from Karl’s lungs. “Christ…” Karl gasped when Harry sat up again, barely able to breathe after the onslaught of the other man.

“You’ve seen nothing yet,” Harry promised with a sly smile as he slowly started to lower himself on Karl’s weeping erection.

“Harry!” Karl nearly choked on the cry. The older man barely bottomed and surely he had never… Think! Karl tried to will his brain to work, to make him utter the words he wanted to say so badly, but watching Harry fuck himself on top of Karl was so beautiful an image that it washed away all reason from Karl’s mind.

Harry smiled when he saw the look of utter disbelief on Karl’s face, the younger man buckling wildly under him. He should do this more often, he decided. The expression on Karl’s handsome features was surely worth it. He stifled a moan when Karl’s cock brushed his prostate, jolts of pleasure suddenly running through his body in shockwaves. //Not yet…// he told himself. He still had plans for the gorgeous creature lying between his thighs.

“Harry!” Karl screamed when the older man sped up his movements, thrusting up and down on Karl’s without mercy. “Please… Am so close… So…” Karl bit his lower lip as Harry tightened his inner muscles around him, increasing the friction on Karl’s cock. “Can’t… Ohmygod….” And suddenly the world around Karl vanished in pure white light as he came, screaming Harry’s name over and over again.

Harry moved to free Karl’s ankles from their restraints, carefully pushing Karl’s legs up. “Careful, love,” he mumbled as he lay down in the opened V of Karl’s legs. “You still there?”

“No…” the single word came from Karl’s tortured vocal chords. “You…I can’t Harry… I just…” he whispered, his hands pulling at the handcuffs that were still tying him closely to the bed.

“You can,” Harry said distinctively and slowly started to push his hips forward. “Believe me, love…”

“No…” Karl started whimpering, his voice sounding panicked as Harry’s cock nudged against his entrance. “Please, I…” His whole body was shivering. Couldn’t stand any more teasing, not yet another orgasm… Karl held his breath when Harry finally started to push into him, parting tense muscles.

“Yes…” Harry sighed when he was finally fully sheathed. Carefully as not wanting to hurt Karl he slowly started to move, making sure that he hit Karl’s prostate gland with every thrust.

Karl was still whimpering, his body thrashing wildly under the sensations that were washing all over him yet again. Couldn’t think, barely stayed conscious as Harry fucked him in that maddeningly slow rhythm.

Harry couldn’t take his eyes from Karl, the small sounds the other man made going straight to his cock, pushing Harry closer to the point of no return. He would not come before Karl, he told himself as he looked into Karl’s eyes black with pleasure staring blindly into the room and stretched out one hand to grasp Karl’s newly awoken erection, stroking the other man in time to his thrusts.

The scream that erupted from Karl’s lips when his orgasm finally took him was barely human, sending down shivers down Harry’s spine. He sped up his movements and pounded into Karl’s shivering form a few more times until it was too much for him and Harry emptied himself in the other man’s tight passage.

Harry slumped down on his lover, realising that the other man had passed out with exhaustion. Tenderly he freed Karl’s wrists from the handcuffs and snuggled into Karl’s sleeping form, before he too fell asleep.


~*~


“Sean and Viggo are a couple?” Craig’s eyes were as wide as saucers. “Why didn’t anybody tell me?” He looked accusingly at Marton. “And you knew it all the time?” he growled, trying to look somewhat menacing. “No sex for you in the next days, evil you!”

Marton stifled a laugh and tried to look at least a little pitiful. “You weren’t listening when I told you!” he scolded Craig.

Craig snorted. “And when did you tell me?” he asked.

“Last week. When I was fucking you through the mattress,” Marton said triumphantly.

Dave bit his tongue as he didn’t want to laugh out loud. “Don’t tell me you discuss such things in bed!” He giggled.

Craig glared at him. “You didn’t tell me either!” He turned his head to face Marton again. “Jesus, you can’t expect me to listen to you when I’m filled up nicely with your big, hard…” he whispered, lowering his voice to a purr.

Dave cleared his throat and Craig blushed as he remembered that they weren’t alone.

“Sorry, got caught up…” he mumbled. “Where did I stop?”

“You were just praising my cock.” Marton smiled smugly. “Please feel free to continue…”

“Thank you, Marton,” Craig hissed. “No sex the whole week!” he threatened.

Marton shrugged his shoulders. “You won’t make it that long…”

Craig’s lips stretched to an evil grin. “I’m very much capable to take care of that myself, thank you,” he explained and turned around to continue his conversation with Dave. “So who is that mysterious person you’re sharing the house with lately?”


Tbc…

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