Solo performance

Summary: Elijah thinks, Harry rushes to save Craig and Marton, Beanie and Lorna have a fight and Dave gets a little something...

Disclaimer: All made up!


27. But when I get this feeling...


Elijah stepped under the shower, letting the hot spray wash all over his skin, trying to wash off what had happened to him the other night. He had known better, shouldn’t have gone there! Those bastards were always up to something, they would never grow up!

Slowly he relaxed, a soft sigh breaking from his lips that were still pressed together to a thin line as his hands started to apply shower gel all over his body. How could they do something like that to him? They knew that he was straight and was grossed out even by the thought of a man touching him in a sexual way. Hunter’s soft lips hadn’t felt right wandering over Elijah’s skin, had only aroused him as Elijah had thought that they were female lips and not the ones of his friend. Elijah was shivering heavily when he remembered those moments, trying to convince himself that the shivering was caused by his disgust over the whole situation.

But why was his cock hardening steadily at the memories of moments shared with Hunter? A shoked whimper escaped Elijah’s lips as he started to stroke himself, not being able to rip himself away from the memory of Hunter’s swollen lips under his. Musn’t...shouldn’t... But it felt so good, so right... Tears started flowing down Elijah’s cheeks, mingling with the water. Only this once he would give in to this, Elijah told himself. He was confused by what had happened, didn’t like men that way. Women. Soft shapely women. Breasts. Not hard cocks driving into him in a frency, no stubbly cheeks resting on his skin.

“No!” Elijah cried out in a choked voice when he came harder than ever before, seeing stars dancing in front of his eyes. Moments later the air was filled with Elijah’s soft little sobs as he broke down in the shower cabin, not understanding what was happening to him.

The phone rang, ripping Elijah away from his thoughts. Had to answer, had to do something else than think of Hunter and the effect of his hot mouth on Elijah. “Hunter...” Lij groaned when he recognized the male voice on the other end of the line, feeling his chest tighten. “What...why are you calling?”


~*~


The hearer nearly slipped from Hunter’s fingers when he heard Elijah groan his name in a hoarse voice, blushing he cleared his throat. “Well, hi...um...I...we need to talk I think,” Hunter finally said lamely, the sound of Elijah’s breath in his ear unsettling him. “I really tried to talk to somebody else before, but nobody’s here and I have to talk about it before it kills me.” There. Said it.

He heard Elijah cough before the other man answered. “Yeah...talk...” There couldn’t be any harm in talking, Elijah told himself. Hunter was probably as grossed out as he was by the whole situation and they would agree that everything was okay and Elijah wasn’t gay just because he had been aroused by another man. Sounded good to him. “Um...would you want to come over here? It’s a little more private here than in a cafe...” Great, Elijah! That just came out right! The poor boy must think you want to ravish him here in your hotel room. “Discuss things in private, I mean,” he added quickly.

“Okay,” Hunter sighed. “Just tell me where your hotel is and I’ll be there in a mo!”

A relieved smile settled on Elijah’s lips as he gave Hunter the directions. “See ya!” What Lij didn’t know was that Hunter in fact wasn’t disgusted by another man’s hands on his skin. He was confused, yes, but he had embraced this new feeling completely. And he surely was not planning on convincing Elijah that he was straight...


~*~


“Karl!” Harry yelled out of the driving cabs window before the driver had even pulled into Craig’s and Marton’s driveway. “What he fuck do you think you’re doing?” He payed the driver and angrily stalked into his lover’s direction, stretching to his full height to look as authoric and scaring as he could. “Would you please care to explain this to me?!” Harry pointed at the axe in Karl’s hand and at Craig and Marton who were carefully lurking at them through their curtains drawn shut.

“Lover!” Karl explained happily, not even trying to look embarassed by what he was doing. He hugged the older man, carefully holding the axe away from them. “You just arrive in time, handsome. Just look at their faces, priceless, ain’t it?”

Harry stared at his lover as if he was mad. “Karl...” he growled. “Why the fuck are you camping in the middle of our friends’ garden, trying to kill them with that axe-thing of yours? Because of the prank they played on Hunter? Aren’t you exaggerating just a little?”

Karl chuckled softly at the concerned look on Harry’s face. “So you took this for real?” he asked in an amused voice, leaning down on the axe. “Jeez, I must be a better actor than I thought...” He let his free hand brush over Harry’s stubbly cheek. “I’m just trying to scare them a little,” he explained in a low voice. “You know that I wouldn’t hurt them, do you?”

“Well, I’m not always too sure about the things going on behind that beautiful face of yours,” Harry growled. “And I think it’s enough now! You got what you wanted, they’re scared shitless...”

“So I’m not allowed to scare them a little more with my chain-saw?” Karl pouted good-mindedly. “Ok, you tell them that you brought me to my senses cause I don’t think they’ll let me in at the moment!”

Harry shook his head and started walking into the direction of the front door while Karl went to bring the axe back into the tool shed. “It’s alright,” he told Craig when the younger man opened the door just a little. “Karl just wanted to scare you. It was a prank.” Grin settled on Harry’s face when the door now flew fully open and Craig stormed out to hit Karl twice in his face with his flat hand.

“You bloody fucking bastard!” he yelled, slapping Karl’s arms and other body parts he could reach. “What were you thinking?” He tried to struggle when Karl finally had enough of the screaming and just lifted the smaller man up, putting his mouth over Craig’s to silence him.

“That was no good idea,” Marton commented who was standing next to Harry in the doorframe. “Craig will now take him apart if Karl just lets him...”

Harry smiled. “Something makes me think that that was exactly what drove Karl to do this...” He pulled Marton into his arms, kissing the younger man’s cheek. “Why don’t we go and start without them…those two are giving me a headache.”

“Hmm...” Marton grinned driving his body into Harry’s. “It’s been awhile with the four of us...” He let his lips brush over Harry’s. “I’ve missed you...” A moan broke from Marton’s lips as Harry tightened his grip on him, leaning in for a passionate kiss. “Come...”

“You’re cute when you’re pissed,” Karl panted when he let go of Craig, following Harry and Craig with his eyes.

“Can you please stop calling me cute?” Craig grumbled, his face red with anger. “I am not cute! And I will prove it to you if you!” He slapped Karl once more who was now holding his burning cheek. “Come in if you dare and I will be so sweet it hurts your teeth!”

“My teeth are already hurting,” Karl mumbled, feeling his aching jaw. “Could you please stop that?” he asked when Craig lifted his arm once more.

Craig shook his head and pinned Karl against the wall of the tool shed, ravaging his mouth with his lips while his hand snaked between Karl’s legs, feeling the rapidly growing hardness there. “Come,” he said huskily to Karl who was standing on shaky legs. “Come inside and get your punishment...”


~*~


“Sean! You’re such a mean bastard!” Lorna yelled at her father when he entered the house again – without Orlando. “How can you dare to do that? It’s my life and I can do with it what I want!”

Beanie flinched. “That’s still dad to you, darling,” he said in a dangerously low voice. “And I only want the best for you!”

“You don’t deserve to be called dad at the moment!” Lorna hissed in a cold voice, stomping her feet on the ground the way she had always done when she was angry since she was a small kid. “And thank you very much I can pretty well decide myself what is good for me and what is not!”

“I think I’ll just...” Viggo mumbled and left the room, not wanting to be present when the two Beans were having a fight. He didn’t want to be pulled into this cause he knew that in the end probably both of them would come running to him, complaining about the other.

“Maybe you only think you know what is good for you!” Beanie growled back. “Jesus, Lorna! You’re still a kid!”

“A kid?” Lorna laughed bitterly. “Please think about that a little, Sean. You were married for the second time at my age and I was already born, so don’t you tell me I’m still a kid!”

“Okay!” Beanie lifted his hands up in defeat. “So you’re no child anymore, I can live with that. But you are MY child and as such I will not allow you to make the same mistakes I have done when I was your age! Jesus, Lorna! I only want to protect you because I love you!”

Lorna nodded. “But could you please do it in a less embarassing way? I mean wanting to wrap my boyfriends around a tree...”

Now Beanie had to laugh. “I only did that with Orlando cause he’s my friend and I know him a little better than you do. He’s a good lad, but sometimes he tends to forget it...”

Lorna sighed. “Please let me find that out on my own the next time, dad...” she said quietly.

“So I’m dad again?” Sean asked carefully.

“Yeah,” Lorna grinned a little tiredly. “You might be a stupid bastard at times, but you’re still my dad!”


~*~


“Rooooo...” Eric said, pulling his eyebrows up. “Something’s poking me...”

Dave shrugged his shoulders, trying to look at least a little embarassed. “You won’t let me do anything about it,” he complained, arching against Eric’s warm body lying next to his. “It’s all your fault...”

“My fault?” Eric let his hand tangle in Dave’s strawberry blond hair. “Tell me, Roo... Why is it my fault?”

“It is your fault,” Dave said, leaning into the touch of Eric’s hand, “ because your mere presence unsettles me. I’m craving for the warmth of your body, for your touch... But you won’t even let me kiss you... So it’s your fault that my body cries out for what you won’t give it.”

“Poor little Roo...” Dave moaned when he felt Eric’s hot breath brush over his sensitive skin. “You really want this, do you?” he asked, letting his large hands slide under the too big sweater Dave was wearing.

“Yes....” Dave sighed, closing his eyes. “I want this so fucking badly... Touch me, Eric!”

“Your wish is my command,” Eric chuckled and brought his mouth to Dave’s flat stomach, planting soft butterfly kisses on the pale skin.

“Eric!” Dave panted, bringing his hands down to the other man’s head. “Feels so good...” His breath hitched when Eric’s tongue delved into his navel before slowly travelling lower. “Please...” he moaned, not being able to open his eyes. “Eric...”

Eric thought his brain was going to overheat when he heard Dave moan his name. So beautiful...so beautiful in his passion... Eric couldn’t, didn’t want to tease, not this time...and so he only pulled his lips from Dave’s sweet skin to rip the boxers from the other man and then lowered his head again to taste Dave’s rock hard erection. So good...so addictive...

“Christ!” Dave’s eyes flew open when he suddenly felt wet heat closing around the head of his cock. Eric looked so beautiful down there... Felt so good...

“Mmmmh...” Eric moaned, the feeling of Dave’s hands pulling blindly on his hair, driving him crazy. Knowing it was him who brought this pleasure to Dave was almost enough to make him come there on the spot.

“Yes...” Dave’s voice hitched when another wave of pleasure hit him, carrying him to the point of ny return. “Eric...” He arched his back, desperate for release. “Please...need to....” Couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe...had to... Dave felt the scream rising from deep within his throat as he came into Eric’s mouth. He wanted to say something, to do something, but he couldn’t cause his brain was busy mushing up and then Eric was there, letting Dave taste himself on his tongue.

“Beautiful, beautiful Roo...” Eric whispered huskily and lay down next to Dave, holding the other man securely in his arms. “You really are beautiful when you come...”

“Mmmh...” Dave moaned, still not able to form complete sentences. His hands reached out to pull Eric closer.

“Go to sleep, Roo,” Eric groaned when Dave’s body stretched against him lazily. “Go to sleep...”

“But...” Dave protested, pressing himself even closer against Eric. “You haven’t...I can if you want...”

“Shhh...” Eric forced himself to pull away from Dave’s touch. “Some other time, Roo. I am okay. Now you must sleep. Can you do that for me?”

“Sleep...” Dave mumbled tiredly and closed his eyes. “Are you sure that?”

“Yes,” Eric replied after a while when he was sure that Dave was already asleep and reluctantly walked into the bathroom to take a cold shower. Or two cause you never knew...


TBC...

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