Tokowhà

Sean pulled in and shut off the motor. He didn’t get out of the car though. He remained seated behind the wheel instead and once again reflected on the events of the last few days. A lot had happened. Among other things, Viggo actually had rented a house now. It was said to be really huge. Multistory, grand terrace on the ground floor, big balcony on the first floor, with a swimming-pool in the garden, a fireside and underfloor heating and all the other trimmings. Sean hadn’t seen it for himself yet, because Viggo had taken in Orlando, and it probably wasn’t a good thing if Sean showed up and ran into the young Brit so soon after their pretty fierce attempt to talk things out. Since the day he’d told Orlando clearly that he didn’t return his infatuation he hadn’t spoken with him. He’d only seen him from afar, or not at all. It was easier like that, for everyone, and he knew from Viggo that Orlando was slowly but surely picking up courage and getting back on his feet. Everything was going to be alright, and somewhere along the way Orlando would eventually fall for someone else and he would laugh about the fact that he once had been lovelorn because of old Sean, of that Sean was certain. What gave him far more headaches than the frosty atmosphere between himself and Orlando was the whole thing concerning Karl.

He’d barely kept in touch with the Kiwi since the guy had left him out in the rain a few days ago. Their affair had expired all at once, and when they accidentally ran into one another in the catering tent or the make-up trailer they acted politely towards each other, but it always seemed very forced, and politeness wasn’t exactly what Sean actually wanted from Karl. He’d even tried to pump Wenham for some information on Karl’s feelings in one of the midday breaks, that was how desperate he was about the situation. David hadn’t wanted to give away anything, but Sean had talked at him until his “brother” had promised to put in a good word for him when he would meet with Karl later on. Sean felt like a total dork, like a fourteen-year-old boy who sent his classmate to ask the girl he adored if she wanted to go out on a date with him, because he didn’t have the guts to ask himself. But after the disaster with Orlando he just couldn’t get up the nerve to face and confront Karl on his own. Sean wasn’t very good at talking things out and overcoming difficulties, and he feared that he would only make things worse when he forced Karl to talk to him.

However, David Wenham seemed to have been true to his word. This morning, as the whole crew had gathered in order to sing Happy Birthday to a moved-to-tears Miranda Otto and afterwards have cake and pie for breakfast, Karl had, after some eyecontact which had made the inside of Sean’s stomach flutter, come over to exchange some noncommittal words with him. He’d asked how he was doing, if he was enjoying the cake, if he was going to be at Miranda’s party. Pretty unspectacular smalltalk, but Karl had smiled at him while talking, and Sean had smiled back. Only diffidently, because Orlando was around somewhere, but Karl had seen it, and that was what mattered. Finally the bunch of people broke up, everybody went, drove or flew to his or her shooting set, and Sean spent the whole day again with David Wenham who he had started to embosom almost like a real brother.

Everyone left off work earlier today because of the party. Around 7 pm all of them were invited to dinner. A whole, very exquisite seafood restaurant had been booked for the main crew, and later they would move the party to a less formal place. Sean knew from a good source that Peter had rented an old villa for the night to celebrate Miranda’s birthday. Especially the younger members of the crew were all excited about it. Now that things seemed to calm down between him and Karl, Sean was able to look forward to the party too, even though he would probably run into Orlando there. But they couldn’t evade each other forever, after all.

A little more optimistic than in the beginning of the week, Sean had unlocked the door of his trailer. His gaze had right away dropped to the white, folded sheet of paper which waited for him on the floor. Obviously it had been slipped through the small slit below the door while Sean had been away. And exactly this slip of paper Sean was now holding in his hand, here in the car. He let his gaze travel over it again and again. There was not much written on it, in a scrawly but legible handwriting. No hello, no form of address, just one single short sentence.


Fetch me tonight if you’re still interested.
Karl


Below the simple signature there was an address, not that far away from the set, and a time. 6:30. Sean glanced at his watch undeterminedly, drumming the fingers of his other hand on the steering-wheel. It was 5:45. He’d come here too early on purpose, first because he didn’t know if he would find the place right away or maybe lose his way, and second because he wanted to talk to Karl before they would leave for the party. After all he’d invited Sean into his private apartment and wanted to appear at Miranda’s party together with him, so maybe he was willing to listen to what Sean had to tell him without running away again. And without showing Sean the door.

Ten minutes later he finally stood in front of Karl’s front door. Since the moment he’d discovered the note on the floor of his trailer he’d been considering very thoroughly what to say to Karl, but when he finally rang the doorbell and, after it took forever until the door was swiftly pulled open, an almost naked, wet Karl stood in front of him, everything he’d arranged in his head was gone again at a single blow.

“Hi", Sean said a little awkwardly and with a totally dry mouth. He couldn’t stop himself from letting his gaze travel down Karl and up again, along his shimmery moist and sun-tanned body. A white towel which was loosely twined around Karl’s hips covered no more than what was necessary.

“Hi", Karl replied. “You’re too early."

“Thanks for the warm welcome…" Sean said ironically. It was a joke, but nonetheless it was a little disillusioning indeed to be greeted with these words. Karl didn’t exactly seem to be beside himself with joy because Sean had come over.

“No, I didn’t mean it that way“, Karl said quickly and brushed back a few soaking wet strands of hair that had fallen into his eyes. “I just was in the shower and… well, I’m not yet ready to go, that’s what I wanted to say.”

“Yes, I can see that.“ Sean’s gaze flickered down again for a short moment, passing inviting skin which was covered with tiny waterdrops, until he reached the place where the towel sat low on Karl’s hips. Without even noticing Sean licked his lips to moisten them which caused the shadow of a small grin to flit across Karl’s face.

“And do you like what you see?“ Karl asked provocatively, and the glint in his eyes reminded Sean of their first encounter in the bar. There, Karl had looked at him in exactly the same way. Naughty and challenging. Sean slightly raised an eyebrow.

“Indeed”, he said, smiled whimsically and used the same teasing note in his voice like Karl did when he asked, “Don’t you want to invite me in?“

Instead of answering with words, Karl grabbed Sean, energetically pulled him into his apartment and shut the door behind his back. “I’ll be very pleased if you come inside“, Karl murmured when all of a sudden Sean stood so close in front of him that they almost touched. “And I mean that as ambiguously as it sounds.“

Sean swallowed. That sounded very tempting, and he couldn’t deny that the sight of a freshly showered Karl, „dressed“ in only a towel, evoked a pretty intense reaction inside of him, but he forced himself to keep in mind that originally he hadn’t come here for sex.

“I actually wanted to just talk to you“, the Brit said with a somewhat throaty voice which mercilessly revealed that he already had to struggle with a certain degree of arousal.

“Okay“, Karl replied slowly and opened the first button of Sean’s shirt for which he needed both of his hands. This caused the towel to come loose and fall to the ground, and Karl to stand stark-naked in front of Sean who was still fully dressed, including his shoes.

“I assume you want to talk about what happened the other day”, Karl continued as he fumbled with the second button. Sean only nodded. He didn’t dare say a thing for he feared that Karl again would be scared off by his words. Additionally, he needed all his concentration for fighting his growing erection. And so he just waited for Karl to say something first, which happened pretty quickly.

“And what if I say that I’m sorry to have left you out in the rain just like that? Does that settle the matter so that we can switch over to the more comfortable part of the evening?” Karl asked and looked Sean deeply in the eyes.

“Are you sorry?“ Sean asked back as calmly as possible. Those hazel-green eyes of the Kiwi were a great mystery for him. Karl was completely obscure when it came to his emotions. So very different from Orlando. Sean could read Orlando, who wore his heart on his sleeve, like an open book. But when Karl said something, he wasn’t sure if he really meant what he said, or if his words were just empty.

“Yes, if I say so.“ A smile twitched at the corners of Karl’s mouth and his hand slid from the half-open shirt to Sean’s trousers and swiftly undid the button and the zipper. “And maybe you forgive me? Maybe I can make up for it?“ With those last words Karl impatiently freed Sean’s member, which now was completely hard, and closed his warm hand around it. “Or maybe you would like to punish me properly? I guess you’re really mad at me? Aren’t you?“

“No“, Sean moaned helplessly and had to fight the urge to close his eyes.

“No...? But I may compensate you for my rude behaviour, I hope.” With a few skillful and uninhibited touches Karl stimulated Sean’s erection, causing some first moist drops to leak from the tip.

“God, yeah, anything you want”, Sean ground out and wanted to reach for Karl, but the Kiwi backed away abruptly, escaping Sean’s fingers, and walked down the long hall. Sean stared after him as if hypnotized. Stared at the beautiful, strong back, the long, perfectly shaped legs, the desirable, enticing bottom... Only when Karl’s naked shape turned into one of the rooms Sean found back to himself, tugged his trousers into place and followed the New Zealander on shaky legs.

When he entered the room, which turned out to be a modernly furnished living-room, Karl told him to make himself comfortable. Grateful that he didn’t have to stand any longer Sean sat down on the sofa. He watched Karl placing some things on the low coffee table which he pulled a little aside to create enough room for kneeling down in front of Sean. The Brit spread his legs unasked, to make it easy for Karl to come as closely as possible. He held his breath as the New Zealander opened the zipper of the black trousers again, which Sean a moment ago had paradoxically closed, and brought out the stiff member. With a little cheeky grin Karl directed his gaze at Sean’s tensed face, leaned one last bit forward and very slowly ran the tip of his tongue along the underside of the erect cock, all the way from root to tip. He looked into Sean’s eyes all along, watched the rapidly growing arousal and the wild longing in that green fire, and the assurance of being so desired by this man fanned his own lust, too. With a gentleness which Sean wouldn’t have thought him capable of, Karl playfully circled the tip of his length with his tongue, then caught the taut head with his soft, moistened lips, sucking and licking slowly and carefully. Sean gave rein to a deep, savoring moan and threaded his fingers into the New Zealander’s wet, dark hair. With gentle force he signified Karl what he longed for, and Karl allowed him to push his head deeper down until he had taken in Sean’s entire length.

Sean couldn’t remember how to breathe. He sank into the sofa as if there weren’t any bones in his body and watched Karl with half-closed eyes. Karl, who was kneeling on the floor between Sean’s spread and still dressed legs and did unbelievable things to his hardness which was aching with so much desire. Never before had Sean been involved with somebody who could swallow his stiff cock completely as easily as Karl. For a while he savoured, in silence, the sensation of being so deeply embedded in the hot, velvety-soft moisture of Karl’s mouth and throat, until the New Zealander eventually let him slip out a bit again, so he could suck more efficiently.

“Oh my God, Karl, you’re driving me crazy”, sean said in a low voice, his breathing laboured, while the head that was in his lap unhurriedly moved upwards. Sean watched his own hard cock sliding slowly out of Karl’s talented mouth, his sensitive skin glistening with saliva. The sight made him even hotter than he’d been anyway, and he forced himself to loose his hold on Karl’s hair and to claw for the seat of the couch instead. He didn’t want to accidentally cause the Kiwi any pain.

“And I didn’t even get started yet”, Karl countered promisingly and reached for the table behind himself, feeling around for a tube of lubrication. Sean watched with heavy eyelids and audible breaths as Karl squeezed quite some amount of lucent lube onto his fingers. He already expected Karl to carry on with his lubricated hand where he had left off with his mouth, but that wasn’t Karl’s intent. Sean unconsciously bit his lower lip as Karl moved his hand behind himself again, but this time deeper down, towards his backside.

“You don’t object to a proper fuck, do you?” Karl asked quietly while he prepared himself for Sean. The Brit could manage only a weak shake of the head.

“Good”, Karl whispered and let Sean glide between his lips again, faster this time, making the Brit groan again. When Karl had stretched and lubed himself with his own hand and his fingers were winding inside of him without any trouble, he let go of Sean’s cock and his own rear at the same time, reached behind himself once more and got hold of one of the condoms that lay on the small table. Without taking his eyes off Sean, whose face was already rather sweaty, he pushed a corner of the wrapper between his teeth und carefully ripped it open. After pulling the oily protection out of its encasement, he slipped it on the waiting erection with practiced fingers. In order to get up more easily, he put his hands onto Sean’s thighs, smearing lubricant into the fine, black trousers, but Sean didn’t seem to care at the moment. Eagerly, he grabbed Karl at his upper arms, pulled him towards him onto the couch aggressively until Karl was on top of him, in a straddling position, and the Kiwi hadn’t even settled himself properly or found steady hold when he already sank down on Sean’s erect member, totally unrestrained. It went in smoothly, so deeply and without any difficulty, as if their bodies were made for each other. Karl slid even closer to his older lover, felt Sean’s hands glide over his moist back, heard the strangled groans of the Brit as he started to move up and down on his lap, slowly at first, but then, as his own arousal unleashed an almost unbearable tension in his body, faster and faster.

Sean let his head fall against the backrest of the sofa and closed his eyes. He loved to watch Karl during sex, but for a short moment he would have to just drift with it all, or he would explode. Karl was so unbelievably hot, not only on the inside, but also on the outside. Sean felt the moist, glowing warmth of his naked body through the fabric of his clothes which he still wore and which were soaked with their sweat. For a while he remained motionless and passive, let Karl take him – even though it was his cock that rhythmically penetrated the body of his partner, it was in fact Karl who was doing the fucking. And it felt so indescribably amazing that Sean wanted to go on forever, but eventually Karl’s motions grew harder, his breathing more laboured. Sean raised his head and looked at the New Zealander. The eyes with the pitch-black lashes were tightly shut, slight frowns of concentration on his forehead, the full lips parted with arousal, and wet strands of dark hair had fallen into his face and partly were glued to his flushed and heated skin. Sean had never seen anything this beautiful in his whole life. He knew that he wanted this man. Wholly. And not only his body.

“Karl?” Sean suddenly asked in a throaty whisper and placed both his hands over the firm butt cheeks of the younger man who moved on his lap so passionately.

“What is it?“ the Kiwi responded and opened his eyes troublesomely to look at Sean with a lust-clouded gaze.

“Will you… have dinner… with me... after all?” Sean panted breathlessly.

Karl almost laughed out loud, but in this very moment the tip of Sean’s cock rubbed strongly across the sensitive bundle of nerves on his inside, and so he voiced an unbridled, loud groan instead. “You can’t be serious“, Karl finally ground out, breathing hard, his driving movements not at all slowing down. “You can’t ask me something like that when I’m about to come...”

“Why not?“ Sean replied. “So, will you?“

“I… Oh, yes, right there… I think we – ah… Gods… we should… oh Jesus, that’s fucking amazing, how do you do that?” Karl clung to Sean’s shoulders with both hands and shifted his weight a little bit. Like that he had more footing and could go at full throttle. “Good God, how do you do that? What are you doing to me…?“ Karl whispered and again closed his eyes, fully concentrating only on the divine feelings that surged inside of him.

“But I’m not doing anything at all”, Sean replied totally out of breath.

“Doesn’t matter. Just stay like this. Oh God, I don’t think I can hold on for much longer…“ Karl toppled over against Sean, his lips touching the Brit’s ear while he whispered and moaned feverishly, alsmost as if he was caught in a state of trance.

“Then let go”, Sean whispered back with his throaty, deep voice and grabbed the muscular flesh under his hands even harder in order to support Karl with the exhausting up and down movements.

“Touch me”, Karl’s raspy voice purred right at Sean’s ear. “Please Sean, touch me. Let me come.“

In no time Sean took his hand from Karl’s bottom and instead pushed it between himself and his lover where he felt the stonehard, dripping erection of the New Zealander. He clasped his fingers around it, hard yet with caution. Karl whimpered with delight, clutched Sean’s shoulders even more fiercely, and suddenly Sean felt soft lips lowering on the side of his neck, just below his earlobe, and starting to gently yet eagerly suck on the skin there. Sean rubbed the solid, hot cock in his fist, harder when the strong body on his lap began to react to it. Karl quivered at irregular intervals but still tried to keep up a steady, fast rhythm. Soon he let go of Sean’s neck to voice an abrupt, loud groan.

“There you go”, Sean breathed close to Karl’s ear, let his tongue flutter along its outer line, luring another whimper out of Karl. “Come on, Baby, let go now. It’s okay.“

The words had barely crossed Sean’s lips when Karl already reached the peak of passion, as if he’d only waited for the older man’s permission. The entire body of the New Zealander tensed and practically froze in its wild motion. Sean couldn’t suppress a heavy moan as his own erection was clasped so firmly inside of Karl that he had the feeling he was being pulled even deeper into him. In the same moment Karl went off with several hard eruptions of hot seed which moistened Sean’s rubbing hand and also left big, wet stains in his shirt. Panting for air, Karl sank down on Sean and pressed his face against his broad shoulder. Sean immediately closed both arms around the naked, hot body that now was nestled to him so intimately, and just held Karl tightly, without moving or saying a word.

For a while they just sat huddled together in silence. Until Karl eventually straightened up again. Sean had to smile when he saw the satisfied, dozy expression in Karl’s glazed, dark eyes. Returning the smile faintly, Karl slid a hand between his legs, held the condom on Sean’s member to keep it from getting stuck inside of him and lifted himself from his lover’s lap. Sean voiced an aroused sigh as his erection, which was still throbbing madly, slipped from the tight body.

“Where are you going?” the Brit asked as Karl climbed from him and the sofa.

“Back to the shower”, Karl answered exhaustedly. “You should take a shower before we leave, too. I don’t think it’s such a good idea to go the party all sweaty and smeary.”

“We’ll be late”, Sean realized as he glanced at his watch.

“Yep, but better be late at a party than smell of sweat and cum all night long and put up with stupid questions.”

“I guess you’ve got a point there.”

“Besides, you still have a hard-on, if that escaped your notice. If you want I’ll take care of that in the shower.” Without waiting for an answer, Karl, walking on slightly shaky ground, left the living-room. Sean looked after him with a weak smile. Only when he heard the rush of water, under which Karl washed away the marks of their little tête-à-tête, it struck him that he still didn’t get a concrete answer to his question concerning a “real” date.

Well, it wasn’t such a big deal, Sean thought while he carefully pulled the condom from his not yet delivered erection. The evening had only just started and maybe he could try his luck later at the party and confront Karl after having a few glasses of sparkling wine. He had the feeling that he could actually beat the odds, because today it definitely had been different between them. True, the sex had been fantastic before this, too, but today a certain intimacy had crept in, which Sean found very exceptional and pleasing. Now all he had to do was figuring out if Karl felt the same way.

With these thoughts in mind he rose, finally slipped off his shoes, peeled off his clammy clothes and followed Karl into the bathroom.