Solo performance

Viggo keeps his promise, Craig shows us how to screw bottles, Harry considers a Director’s Cut of POM for his private use and Dave’s worried about Jared not answering the phone.


Disclaimer: True? Maybe…in some sick corner of my brain…



11. Protect me

Two days after Viggo and Henry had left the first cassette was lying on Beanie’s doorsteps. Beanie smiled when he ripped open the brown paper wrapped around it, his address being written on the top in Viggo’s elegant handwriting. As a cover Viggo had chosen a photograph of him and Beanie while they were still in New Zealand, dresses as Aragorn and Boromir. On the backside there were written more words.

“Hey there, much beloved pea…”

Sean snorted. Viggo had always teased him about his last name, saying that only “pea” would sound more ridiculous. To Sean’s horror he even called him that in public, but only when Viggo was in a extra-good mood.

“It’s not quite a CD and there are not as many cheesy love poems as I wanted there to be, but I thought you’d be happy to hear my voice…”

Beanie nodded. It would feel good to hear Viggo talking to him.

“Love and kisses, Viggo”

Beanie was alone at home as his daughters were in school/preschool and so Sean walked into the living room and started the cassette.

“So you found me…” Viggo’s voice slurred and Sean sat down on the sofa. Viggo chuckled. “First I want to make sure that you’re alone, because I can’t guarantee that the content of this cassette is suitable for children…” Viggo paused for a moment. “Alright, that should’ve been enough time for you to find a quiet place…” he sighed deeply. “Take your clothes off, love,” Viggo suddenly requested.

Sean frowned. “What the fuck are you planning, Viggo?”

“I want to see you naked,” Viggo replied as if having heard Sean’s question. “I need your cock,” he added as if to explain the situation.

“You’re completely nutters,” Sean snorted, but obliged, deciding to call his lover later and thank him for the surprise.


~*~


“So who is this man you’re sharing the house with?”

The question echoed in Dave’s mind. Had he ever thought about that? It was such an easy question. He could answer it with only a few words… “Jared,” he breathed after a few moments. “A friend.” Dave swallowed the foul taste that accompanied his words and was lingering in his mouth for a few moments.

Craig arched his eyebrows. “Just a friend?” he asked disappointedly.

“No,” Dave shook his head. “I mean…” He paused. No, there were no butterflies, just a fire that warmed his stomach with its cherry-red glow whenever he thought of Jared. Dave looked up at Craig and smiled softly. “Let’s say he’s a special friend, ok?”

“Ha!” Craig exclaimed triumphantly. “How special a friend is he?”

“Leave him alone, Craigie!” Marton commanded in a deep voice. “I could need a hand here…” He pointed at a bottle standing on the table. “Fucking thing doesn’t close properly…”

Dave yawned deeply and stretched his arms to all sides. “I’ll leave the two lovebirds alone now. I need to hit the mattress… Night, boys!” He stood up and slowly started to walk up the stairs.

“Don’t hit it too hard!” Marton joked. “Our mattress is a bit whiny when it comes to bruises!”

“Don’t I get a goodnight-kiss?” Craig pouted as Dave was halfway up the stairs.

“I could give you one…” Marton suggested with a lopsided grin.

“No!” Craig said distinctively. “I said no sex and I mean it! Besides I still have to screw that bottle of yours…”

Marton’s grin widened impossibly. “Yes, I think that my Vodka bottle needs that kind of attention from you…” He took Craig’s hand into his and firmly pressed it against his crotch. “Everything’s alright with enough Vodka…” Marton growled in a thick Russian accent that always managed to make Craig shiver with need.

“Fuck…” Craig whimpered just before Marton’s soft warm mouth covered his.


~*~


“What are you doing?” Karl asked curiously as he entered the garage, seeing Harry look through various film rolls. The other man didn’t own a car and usually insisted to walk everywhere that was near enough.

Harry grinned broadly. “Just something to occupy my pervy brain with…”

Karl cocked his eyebrows, his lips twitching. “Your personal porn stash or what?”

“I like that…” Harry huffed. “Yes, you can call it that…” He let himself be kissed softly by Karl. “Actually it’s some of the material I didn’t use for ‘The Price of Milk’…”

Karl buried his face in his hands with a deep groan. “Please tell me you’re not perving on my arse again!”

“You wouldn’t blame me for it if you would see your arse more often…” Harry sighed and grabbed said object with both of his hands. “Nice…”

Karl tried to free himself from Harry’s embrace. “Why watching it on the screen if you can stare at the real thing every day?”

“But you won’t let me perv on it as much as I’d want to…” Harry pouted, pursing his lips. “That’s why I’m planning to make a Director’s Cut out of it… ‘Price of the Milk – Uncensored’.” He started gesturing wildly in front of him. “And then I’ll make an Audio-commentary and explain why your lovely arse ended up on the screen,” Harry beamed, jumping away when Karl tried to slap him. “You don’t like it?”

“No, it’s great…” Karl growled deep in his throat. “I just think that maybe you should cut Danielle out and add some other scenes…”

“Such as?” Harry smiled curiously at his lover.

“I was thinking of our own private rehearsal of the bathtub scene…” Karl purred. “I seriously hope you still have the tape…”

Harry nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah. Wanna see it?”


~*~


“Morning!” Dave called happily when Craig entered the kitchen, looking more than just a little tired.

“Not so loud!” Craig whined, padding across the kitchen to get some pitch-black coffee.

“Still no morning person?” Dave chuckled and handed Dave some toast. “One should’ve thought Pete taught you to it.”

Craig shook his head, yawning heartily. “No… Helm’s Deep finally spoiled me. Working through the night and sleeping all day long. I still keep it like that if people just let me…”

Dave nodded and took a sip of his tea. “Didn’t you get enough sleep last night?” he asked with an mischievous grin. “What were Marton and you doing after I went to sleep so early?” Dave grinned when the tips of Craig’s ears turned red.

“I…um…spent the whole night with screwing…um…Marton’s bottle,” Craig stammered quietly and suddenly seemed to be very interested into his own feet. “And you?”

“Nothing special,” Dave replied lightly. “I was supposed to sleep, but then someone was screwing said bottle so loudly that I woke up…” He snickered softly when Craig blushed even more violently. “You didn’t happen to hear something strange?”


“I have no idea what you’re talking of…” Craig replied through clenched teeth and bit into his toast.

Still chuckling Dave stood up and decided to let Craig wake up in peace for a while. He wanted to call Jared just to make sure that the other man held his promise and went to the doctor’s if he felt worse than the day before. Dave let the phone ring several times, but nobody answered. Frowning he looked at his watch to check if it maybe was possible that Jared had already gone to bed. No… It was not that late in Australia. Shaking his head Dave walked back into the kitchen and let himself sink down on his chair again.

“Jared doesn’t answer the phone Dave mumbled, sounding so worried that Craig looked up from his breakfast.

“Maybe he’s out with some friends,” the smaller man suggested, shrugging his shoulders. “Could be…”

“No.” Dave shook his head. “Jared doesn’t go out. He has cancer and most of the time he feels too weak to walk himself. He wouldn’t go out and especially not…” Dave looked at his watch again. “…at 9 o’clock in the evening!”

“He has cancer?” Craig asked, feeling suddenly very awake. “I didn’t know that… Is he…will he?” Craig trailed off, not knowing what to say, but Dave understood anyway.

“I honestly don’t know…” Dave whispered weakly. “He damn sure fights it very bravely though…”

“Hmm…” Craig nodded, combing through his short hair with his hands. “How did you meet him?”

“We were living in the same street and went to school together.” Dave had to smile at the memory of his and Jared’s shared childhood. “From the first day we met we were best mates. I was always pretty protective about him, him being smaller and skinnier than me…” Dave took a sip of his tea to wet his dry throat. “But in reality he’s much stronger than I – mentally I mean. Having to deal with the cancer and all…” Dave’s lips twitched. “Funny thing… Now he’s protecting me…”


Tbc…


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