One Night

Title: One Night 11pm - 1am (2/4)
Author/Email: eviltwin (tracey737uk@yahoo.co.uk)
Pairings: EW/VM, DM/OB, BB/SB, KU/HS
Rating: NC17
Summary: One night, four cities, eight men. Two have all the time they want and two don't. For two it's the first time and for two it could be the last.
Warnings: Bits of angst and frustrating things. *evil grin*
Disclaimer: I makes no claims as to the actual sexual preferences of the people I portrays. I makes no money from it either. It's all a load of fiction and a bit of fun.
Feedback: Is the ransom my bunnies are demanding for the return of my mind ;)
Archive: The Showcase ( www.dreamreaver.com/showcase )
Author's Notes: Each chapter will cover two hours. Yes, I chose to ignore time differences. That would have made the title, 'One Night' kinda redundant. *looks to her right* Should I apologise for that? *pause* Sorry for that. Not beta-read so any mistakes are completely mine own and very uncharacterisitc.


~Glasgow, 23:00pm, January 13th~

Billy's mouth falls open as he is pushed back onto the bed, Sean's lips fastened to his neck. They are both naked now and can feel each other's need. But Billy is determined to make the most of this. He doesn't want to rush tonight because there's no need to. So he stays Sean's hand as it creeps downwards.

"Billy?" His name is breathed hot onto his throat.

"It's okay. Just. Slower."

"Mmm..okay." Their mouths meet and Billy opens his to Sean's tongue, closing his eyes at the feel of it stroking casually over his own. He has the taste of Sean ingrained into his memory, but there is always something different there. Tonight it's the aftertaste of red wine and the sauce he used on the pasta. He savours it, lets it roll around his mouth, wonders if that's how he tastes to Sean. He knows he should because they ate the same and drank the same. But maybe it's a little different.

He associates the taste of Sean tonight with their holiday in Italy, when they ate pasta most nights and drank wine together before making love. He wonders if Sean is thinking of the same thing. Hopes he is.

The kiss ends and Sean looks down at him. "Slow enough?" he asks, caressing Billy's cheek.

"Slow enough," Billy answers. Damn it..he wants so badly to just pull Sean down, into him, right now. But he won't. He does that too much. Tonight he wants it to be different. Less about the want and more about the love. He tells Sean he loves him.

"I love you too," Sean answers, looking puzzled. "Is everything all right, love?"

Billy does pull him down then, but just to run his tongue over Sean's mouth. "Everything's perfect," he answers.

~Auckland, 23:13pm, January 13th~

"Oh, perfect! Fucking perfect!" Harry looks at the roadworks ahead of them and shakes his head. This is getting ridiculous. "How lon you you think it'll take to get round them?" he asks the driver.

"No idea, mate. Not long."

Harry peers out of the window and tries to work out where he is. "How far to the hotel?" hes.
s.

"Only another half a mile. Shouldn't take much longer."

'Yeah, right,' thinks Harry. "Listen, as we're stopped anyway you mind if I just get my luggage out and walk the rest of the way? I could do with stretching my legs."

"Sure, mate. Up to you."

He pays the driver, tipping him for the bother, and starts to walk. After a couple of minutes, his phone rings. Karl's number is displayed on the screen. "Hi," he answers.

"Hey, you're not going to believe what is happening to me.."

"Try me. I'm not exactly having a ball here."

"There's been an accident on the road in. Tailback's about 6 miles. I think I've covered about two and a half in the last forty minutes."

"Then I have you beat. I've managed a mile since I got here."

"Where are you? In a cab?"

"No. Walking the rest of the way. Main route's blocked by roadworks. I should get to the hotel in about twenty minutes. I take it I'll be first there?"

"More than likely. Once I get past this accident it should be plain sailing. But I can't even see it. I could be hours yet."

"Don't worry. I'll get everything ready. I'll make it up to you."

"Mmm..like the sound of that. Just don't start without me, yeah?"

"When have you ever known me to start without you?"

"Harry..." Karl shakes his head as his lover chuckles at the memory.

"Oh. Yeah. Well, I promise I won't. Honest."

~Berlin, 23:23pm, January 13th~

"Orli?"

"I'm sorry Dom. This was meant to be romantic."

"You planned it?"

"No...I mean...well..oh, fuck!" Orli bends over the bowl again and Dom turns away as his friend is violently sick.

"Do you want to go to the hospital or something? You've been throwing up for nearly an hour non-stop."

Orli lifts a hand and waves it. "I'll be okay," he mumbles. "It wasn't you.."

"Jesus, I hope not! But I'm glad to hear that."

"Urgh..I think that's it."

"It must be. You can't have anything left in you to bring up."

Orli flushes the toilet, banging the lid down as he does so. "I'm sorry," he says again. "This has turned into a really shitty night."

"How do you work that out?"

"I've been puking my guts up and you missed the end of the match."

Dom shrugs. "On the other hand, you kissed me."

~Los Angeles, 23:30pm, January 13th~

"Better?"

Elijah aches and his head is buzzing and he doesn't feel sleepy at all. "I thought it was something to help me sleep?"

"It was meant to tire you out some more."

Well, that worked at least. He is tired. But he still doesn't feel like he can get to sleep. Because Viggo is still there, next to him, thinking that they're in love. Again he is overcome by a desire to scream; to let out all the anxiety and confusion that is building up inside him. To get away from Viggo and be alone for a while so he can figure out what the hell is wrong with him.

~Berlin, 23:35pm, January 13th~

Orli spits out the mouthful of toothpaste and looks up at the mirror. Poor Dom. For him it's going to be, like, kissing the Night of the Living Dead. He smacks his lips together. Still, at least he doesn't taste like vomit any more. Nice and minty now. He lifts an arm and sniffs cautiously at his T-shirt. Shit. He smells of stale sweat and sick.

There's a knock on the door. "Hey, are you done in there?"

"Nearly."

"I thought you *wanted* to give it another go?"

"I do! God, I do. Just give me one more minute." He tugs off his t-shirt and quickly washes under his arms. Sprays some of Dom's deodorant on. Then he opens the door and goes out. Dom's waiting for him and they step into each other's arms. "Where were we?"

"You were kissing me and asking me if it was all right."

"And was it?"

"It was more than all right, Orli."

"So you don't mind if I carry on?"

"Get on with it." Dom opens his mouth as Orli presses his lips against it. He feels the wet slide of Orli's tongue as it pushes in and licks the edges of his teeth. He is pressing hard against Orli's arms, almost falling back as each of his nerves is targeted, sensitized, and blown apart. He feels kind of stupid, unable to move or respond to the touch with his body. All he wants to do is fall to the floor and take Orli with him.

~Glasgow, 23:45pm, January 13th~

Sean's movements are gentle and gradual. He watches Billy, because he's decided he can't stop watching him now they're making love. He looks so unworried and happy. Like Sean feels. Like everything that's on his mind can just vacate the premises for the night because he only cares about one thing now; the man beneath him struggling to keep a hold on restraint.

"Billy.." he murmurs, leaning down to kiss his lover. Warm hands are tangled in his hair as Billy holds him where he is, fingers tightening each time Sean hits that certain place inside him. He thinks he understands Billy's need to go slow tonight now. And now that he's doing it that way, he doesn't think he could do it any other way. The pace is perfect. He sees things that he never normally notices in his desperation to just fuck Billy senseless. He sees the way his reflection darkens Billy's eyes. How the dim light from the bedside tints Billy's hair and casts half of his face into shadow. How young his face looks as he tips his head back, opens his mouth, and cries out Sean's name.

~Los Angeles, 23:56pm, January 13th~

Elijah leans out of the window, arms resting on the sill, and takes a deep breath of the cool night air. He lights a cigarette and takes a long drag. He's not sure he really understands what's going on in his mind right now, but it's scaring him a little bit.

He thinks about phoning Dom, but decides against it. He doesn't know what his friend is doing right now. He can't remember what the time difference is between here and Berlin. Besides, he doesn't know what he would say. He thinks, whatever it is, it would be better face to face. Without Orli listening in as he is most likely to do if Elijah phones. He hears the sound of sheets sliding over skin and turns round, looking back at the bed. Viggo is just moving, not awake.

Why can't he just understand? Why does Elijah have to spell it out for him? He always thought Viggo was so smart, but he's ignoring what's going on. Claiming not to know.

Elijah feels heat prickling in his eyes and turns his attention back to the view from his window. isheishes things could turn out differently. He doesn't want to hurt Viggo; the man means a lot to him. Just..not quite enough for him to spend his life with him. He should never have said that age wasn't an issue. He shouldn't have told Viggo he loved him. He shouldn't have said it didn't hurt. He shouldn't have said an awful lot of things. If his mom knew how many lies he'd been telling recently she would never forgive him.

It is definitely time to stop lying. Starting right now.

He approaches the bed and sits down on Viggo's side, stretching an arm out to run a hand over his lover's cheek. "Viggo."

~Auckland, 00:10am, January 14th~

Harry pushes open the double doors and heads for the reception desk. The night manager smiles warmly at him, asks his name.

"Sinclair and Urban. Twin room."

He listens to the sound of tapping on keyd gld glances out of the window, wondering where Karl has managed to get to. How much time they'll have before he has to leave for his flight. His flight which leaves in just under three and a half hours.

"Is Mr Urban with you?" asks the night manager.

"He's due to arrive shortly. When he does would you just tell him the room number?"

"Of course, sir. Your room is 811. Here's your key, if you could just sign here.."

Harry signs and takes the key. He picks up his bags and heads for the elevator. Presses the call button. There is a quiet 'ding' and the elevator doors slide open. Harry steps inside, thinking it would be just his luck now to get halfway up to his floor and for the lift to break down. But he makes it to his room with no problems.

~Berlin, 00:15 am, January 14th~

"Orlando...Orli.." Dom gasps Orli's name at the ceiling, his eyes wide, as Orli's tongue draws circles and figure-eights on his chest. Slaloms around his nipples. His thighs are tingling; he feels a weird sensation in his belly that he's never felt with girls. It kind of tickles but at the same time sends blood rushing to his cock, semi-erect beneath his boxers now.

Orli lifts his head. "Yeah?"

"Don't fucking *stop*," Dom growls.

~Los Angeles, 00:18 am, January 14th~

"Elijah..."

"I know."

Viggo ignores him. "You wake me and say you want to talk and you haven't said a word yet."

"I know," Elijah says again.

"What's bothering you so much?"

"Us."re. re. He'd said it.

"After all those things you said to me earlier...Now you're admitting it?"

"I've had time to think now. I don't think we're working together. It doesn't feel right."

Viggo nods, looks away from Elijah. Looks out of the window. "Did it ever feel right?" he asks.

"I thought it did when we first started this. Sleeping with you, being fucked by you. They felt like the most *right* things in the world."

"Did you ever love me?" Viggo still doesn't look at him and Elijah thinks he must know. He must know what the answer's going to be. He shakes his head.

"I don't think so."

"What about Dominic?" This time Viggo's eyes meet his, challenging.

But Elijah says "no," and he says it completely honestly. He doesn't love Dominic. Not yHe dHe doesn't know him well enough to say he is in love with his best friend. To be in love, he thinks he has to know every inch of a person's heart, body, mind and soul. And Viggo has some secrets, he knows that. "I'm sorry," he says. "I should have told you when this all first started. But I thought it would turn out."

"What makes you think it won't?"

"I don't love you. Isn't that enough of a reason?"

Viggo stares at him a moment, then shrugs and stands. "Yeah, I guess it is."

Elijah doesn't know what makes him say what he says next, but he looks up at Viggo and asks him to stay.

"What for?"

"It's the middle of the night. You're not going home at this time. I'll take the sofa. Just..I'd feel guilty..."

"Over making me go home in the middle of the night? Jesus..don't worry about it." Viggo shakes his head, bends to pick up his clothes. Elijah takes hold of his arm.

"Stay," he says. "I don't want to leave it like this."

"Oh, you want to talk? Months of pretending nothing's wrong and *now* you want to talk? We're obviously not going to kiss and make up so what's the point in my staying when that's all I want?\ "I "I just lost a lover. Don't make me lose a friend as well."

~Auckland, 00:28 am, January 14th~

Harry sits on the edge of one of the beds and looks round the hotel room. Not bad, he thinks. At least the beds aren't too small. He and Karl should just about be able to...He smiles as he imagines just *what* they could get up to. That's if Karl gets here any time soon, of course. He checks his watch, thinks he might phone him if he doesn't show in the next twenty minutes.

~Glasgow, 00:30 am, January 14th~

Sean is still inside Billy, hard again and moving so slowly that at times he's barely moving at all. But it's so perfect. Everything is just right. Billy isn't panting; he doesn't have to force himself to breathe just so that he can say Sean's name. His eyes are open and he's watching Sean above him, watching every careful movement and noting the expression on Sean's face, the look in his eyes when he does *that*. Or touches just *there*.

His arms are around Sean, his fingers stroking up and down the crease of his ass. Sean is moaning into his mouth and it tastes delicious. The sound of his pleasure has a flavour that Billy wants to bottle so that he has it everywhere he goes. He pushes a finger into Sean, carefully, making him make more of that sound. He could live on it.

~Berlin, 00:35 am, January 14th~

"That's it.." Dom's chest is heaving as he struggles to breathe and speak at the same time. "No more fucking about.."

Orli looks at him, licking his lips. "Just fucking?"

"Yeah...You know what you're doing?"

Orli grins, lowers his gaze again. "Yeah. I know what I'm doing. Do you?"

"I don't know what I'm doing, but I know what you're doing. You're fucking killing me."

"Nice way to go, isn't it?" Orli's quiet laugh brushes Dom's chest, makes him shiver. He lifts his hands to Orli's shoulders and pulls him up until their mouths are level and he can kiss him.

"Be nicer if you're in me," he murmurs, watching Orli's eyes and seeing them darken slightly at his words. They are both hot with passion and damp with sweat and Dom has an urge to drag Orli out onto the balcony so they can do this in the cold night air. If only to cool down a little. But then Orli's tongue finds his and hot fingers skim over his stomach, beneath his shorts, wrap around his hard cock. All thoughts of moving anywhere vanish in that instant. Sweat drips from Orli's forehead onto Dom's but he couldn't care less. It mingles with his own and slides down his face until it is caught by Orli's hungry mouth.

"I want to fuck you so bad.." Orli tells him, his voice low and sexy as all hell. Dom nods, because no way is he able to talk any more. Orli pulls Dom's shorts down, then gets up to take his own off. He kneels above Dom, drags his hand through the layer of sweat which coats his chest and stomach. He brings his hand to his mouth and sucks at his fingers. The sight...just the sight of that could make Dom come. Could make any man, gay or not, come.

"Fuck, fuck..." Dom mutters, feeling warm splashes against his skin. His eyes are full of apology when he opens them and looks at Orli again, but his friend simply smiles and shrugs.

"Happens to everyone." And Dom wonders where his wet-licked fingers have gone to, but then he knows. His eyes widen, his body jerks away from the mattress as a slicked-up finger slides into him. Even while Orli does that he is leaning down and licking Dom's stomach clean. And Dom is getting hard again from the feel of him, the smell of him, and the taste of his sweat.

~Los Angeles, 00:47 am, January 14th~

"Is that what you think love is?" asks Viggo, his gaze intense.

Elijah nods, feeling small without any good reason. Is he wrong? Should lovers have some secrets they don't tell each other? He always thought that honesty was the most important thing to have between himself and the person he was with. He used to tell Viggo everything, including stuff he wouldn't even tell his mother. But he'd stopped doing that after their first couple of months together because he realised that Viggo wasn't telling him everything. In fact, he was telling him hardly anything at all.

He feels he he should challenge Viggo. Ask him what the hell *he* thinks love means. But he thinks if he does that Viggo might change his mind, might persuade him back into a relationship he no longer wants. He knows he can be pretty weak-willed sometimes. But that is only because he can't stand to be alone. He's already starting to wonder what he will do without Viggo there at night to hold him and keep him warm. But he's just strong enough at the moment to ignore the doubt.

~Auckland, 00:50 am, January 14th~

At last, Karl thinks as he heads up the steps of the hotel, bag in hand. He is exhausted and just wants to collapse into bed with Harry. He wants a nice, slow fuck to reacquaint himself with his lover's body before the two weeks without it starts. And he has two hours. Plenty of time for all those other things he has planned. Okay, he'll have to miss out on the nap he had planned for them both, with Harry's arms tight around him, himself spooned against Harry's warm-

"Sir?"

Karl looks up, realises the receptionist is staring at him. He grins sheepishly and she smiles at him.

"Can I help you, sir?"

"Yes. I have a twin room booked with a friend. He's probably already here."

"What are the names, sir?"

"Urban and Sinclair. Mr Sinclair should be there."

She turns to her computer screen and starts typing in details. Stops. Types some more. She gives Karl a puzzled look. "Cou sou spell those names for me, please?" He does so, listening to her tapping the keys. "Mr Urban, we don't seem to have any reservations here under those names."

He stares at her like he hasn't heard her. "Excuse me?"

"Well, there's nothing in my system and I have no record of a Mr Sinclair checking in anywhere. Are you sure you have the right hotel?"

"You are bloody kidding me." Karl leans forward onto the counter and closes his eyes, rubs the bridge of his nose. "Are you su" he" he asks.

To her credit, she checks again. But she tells him she's certain. They don't have a room booked. Karl nods and heads to one of the armchairs in the lobby. He sits and pulls out his phone, taps in Harry's number. "Where are you?" he mutters to himself, as he listens to the ringing.

~tbc~