Solo performance

Summary: Um...you’ve read the title...
Disclaimer: As much as I’d love to know that Harry, Karl, Craig and Marton are involved in foursomes with each other on a regular basis... I highly doubt it! *cries*
Notes: This chapter includes the ficlet “Purple Haze” I wrote for Dave Wenham’s bday a few weeks ago! It just fit so nicely into the storyline... Some of you may have already read it on LJ.


28. Sexual healing


“Hi,” Hunter mumbled when Elijah carefully opened the door to his hotel room, letting the younger man in.

Elijah simply nodded and let himself be hugged by Hunter, the gesture looking and feeling a little awkward to both of them. “Please, sit down...” Lij pointed at the sofa, letting himself sink down in the armchair on the opposite side of Hunter. “So...” He rubbed his hands nervously. //Lij, you can do this! You’re the older one here and the boy’s probably scared shitless...// Coughing a little Elijah sat up and cleared his throat. “Talk...” he mumbled quietly. “You came here to talk, so let’s...talk.”

Hunter smiled a little at Elijah’s obvious nervousness. “Yeah, about the other night...what happened between us. Cause I must admit that I am a little...confused.” He shrugged his shoulders. “How does one start a conversation like this?”

Elijah scratched his head. “Why don’t we just...” He cleared his throat. “...why don’t we just forget it?” he suggested, surprised how easily the words came out of his mouth. “I mean nothing really happened and...” Lij stood up to get himself something to drink. //Liar...//

Elijah nearly let his glass fall to the floor when he flet Hunter’s hand on his arm. He hadn’t heard the other man approach him. “But what if I don’t want to forget?” Hunter asked in a hoarse voice, his breath tickling Elijah’s neck.

Very slowly Lij placed his glass on the counter in front of him and turned around, his blue eyes wide with fear as he stared up at Hunter.


~*~


“Come here...” Marton moaned softly, pulling Harry down with him on the bed with his body weight. He gasped when they hit the mattrass, enjoying the feeling of Harry’s weight pressing him down. “You feel good,” Marton laughed, the throaty sound going straight to Harry’s cock and the older man leaned into Marton’s hands cupping his firm arse through blue jeans. “It’s been awhile,” Marton chuckled, his velvety voice taking in that foreign colour only those close to him knew.

Harry groaned softly, his hips thrusting into Marton’s in the frenzied wish to be united, to become one. “Mmmh...” he sighed, his lips searching and finding Marton’s mouth.

Marton cocked his head and let Harry’s warm tongue in with a moan, his fingers tangling in the grey melange of Harry’s hair. “Look at those two!” he heard a voice from somewhere far away, but it didn’t matter. Frantically Marton’s hands started to pull on the sleeves of Harry’s shirt, desperate to feel skin.

The mattrass made a little jump when two more heavy bodies hit it and Craig hissed in pleasure when the impact pressed him yet closer against Karl’s now fully awoken erection. “Jesus!” Karl sounded a little breathless and Craig didn’t give him any time, but crashed his mouth against Karl’s, his nimble fingers busy undoing Karl’s belt.

In the meantime Harry and Marton had somehow managed to free themselves from their shirts. The hot air was pregnant with soft sighs and moans. “Please...” Marton whispered when he felt Harry’s fingers slipping under his jeans. “Oh my god, please...”

Harry ripped his head up, his eyes black with pleasure. “Just a little moment...” he promised breathlessly and pushed his own jeans down lanky legs before he brought his hands back to Marton. Back to the promise he saw hidden deep in the other man’s eyes.

“Now,” Marton requested when Harry settled in the opened v of his legs. Strong arms snaked themselves around Harry’s neck as Marton pulled him closer with his long legs. Marton gasped into Harry’s opened mouth when their aching erections met. “Now...” he repeated and Harry obliged, slowly starting to sink himself into Marton’s tight heat.

Karl had turned his face around to see the image of pure pleasure reflected on Marton’s handsome features. He reached out a shaking hand to let his fingers brush over the heated skin of Marton’s face. The other Kiwi’s head rolled to the side so he could see Karl. Or maybe not as his eyes seemed to stare blindly into nothingness.

Karl groaned when Marton’s body was wracked by pleasurable shocks. He knew exactly what the other man was feeling, too often he himself had experienced the mindblowing intensivity of Harry’s thrusts. He was pulled away from his thoughts by Craig’s clever mouth that was now busy envelloping Karl’s aching cock. “Craig...” Karl sighed, his eyes unfocusing slowly. Couldn’t think, could barely stay conscious. “Maybe I should come to your backyard with an axe more often,” he tried to joke, but the thought vanished as quickly as it had come when Craig pulled back his mouth with a wet sound.

Craig silenced Karl’s protests with a lingering kiss, letting his hands travel up and down the sides of Karl’s perfectly heart-shaped face. “And now...” he growled after a while. “Turn around, bitch.”


~*~


“Eric?” Dave whispered in a barely audible voice. “Why are you doing this?”

“What?” Sleepily Eric rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands. They had just woken up, not that Eric had really been able to sleep after the night before. He groaned a little and stretched his aching muscles, his arms automatically stretching out to wrap themselves around Dave’s slim form lying on the bed next to him. Naked. Eric made a little content sound and snuggled closer. “What do you mean, Roo?” he asked tenderly.

“Why are you here?” Dave sighed after a while, silencing Eric by putting his index-finger on the other man’s full lips. “I haven’t finished yet,” Dave whispered and combed his free hand through his hair messed up by sleep. “Eric,” he breathed again and Eric decided that he liked the way Dave said his name. Eric. Firmly and warmly.

Dave laughed a litttle nervously. “I mean you barely know me. We only met the for the first time a few days ago and...” Dave’s breath hitched in his throat. “...and yet it feels as if I had known you for so long. You take care of me. You seem to know what I need. You give love so freely and you ask for nothing back...” Dave looked at Eric from eyes wide with confusion. “Things like that don’t happen in real life.” He shook his head when Eric tried to speak. “I fear to hear what you’re going to answer cause it might break the spell...” Dave whispered and buried his face in Eric’s shoulder. “Just hold me please, would you?”

“Roo...” Eric breathed tenderly, stroking Dave’s soft hair in a nearly hypnotizing rhythm. “My dear little Roo...” Gently he pushed Dave away from him so he could look into the other man’s beautiful eyes. “Can’t you see why I am here, Roo?”

Dark lashes fluttered shut over Dave’s eyes. “I dare not speak the words for fear that it isn’t true...”

“Roo! Look at me!” Eric requested and kissed Dave’s cheek tenderly. “You don’t want to hear the words, but would it be okay for me to show you?” he asked in a low voice that made shivers run down Dave’s back.

“I guess so...” Dave didn’t sound convinced.

“Please lie down, Roo, and close your eyes. Can you do that for me?”

Dave nodded shily and lay down flat on his back. “Like this?”

“Perfect...” Dave could hear the smile in Eric’s voice and relaxed a little, feeling the urge to smile again. “And now...what do you see?” Eric purred in a low voice, his fingers tracing the line from Dave’s nose to his lips.

“Mmmh...” Dave moaned softly and let his tongue flicker over the digit caressing his mouth. “Nothing,” he whispered and then opened his eyes, a smile appearing on his face. “Now I see you.” Dave buried his hands in Eric’s dark hair to pull the other man in for a tender kiss, enjoying the soft pressure of Eric’s mouth on his. He wanted to shut out the questions again. Eric was here and everything was alright like that.

After a while Eric pulled back. “No, I’m serious, Roo... Close your eyes.”

Dave obeyed, his lashes fluttering shut over his eyes. “OK...” He snuggled into the warmth of Eric’s hand cupping his face. “What do you want me to do? Something special I should watch out for?” Dave asked, moving his face into the direction where he thought Eric was.

“Just relax, Roo...” Dave shivered when Eric’s hot breath was brushing over his skin.

“It’s not that easy to relax when you’re kneeling over me like that!” he pointed out dryly.

“Stupid little Roo!” Eric huffed and planted a soft kiss on Dave’s closed eyelids, letting his thumb travel down the side of Dave’s face. “Tell me what you see...”

“Darkness,” Dave replied, frowning a little. “Eric, I really can’t see anything here!”

“Then you’re not concentrating,” Eric scolded Dave and planted kisses all over the other man’s jawline. “What kind of darkness? Warm or cold?”

“Warm... I feel really warm,” Dave explained, shifting his hips a little. “You could say hot...”

“Roo!” Eric exclaimed. “I asked you to tell me what you see and not how you feel!”

“OK...” Dave sighes. “Darkness, complete and utter darkness. Black.” His breath hitched a little when Eric’s lips travelled lower, his wet tongue drawing hot patterns on Dave’s skin. “No, not balck...” Dave corrected himself quickly. “It’s...it’s... Jesus!” he swallowed. “Can’t see anything..it’s so foggy here...”

“What colours?” Eric insisted, his voice muffled by Dave’s body under his mouth.

“Purple,” Dave coughed after a while, small droplets of sweat appearing on his forehead. “It’s a purple haze all in my brain,” he moaned.

“Good...” Eric purred, sounding satisfied. “You may open your eyes now, Roo.”

“What was all this about?” Dave moaned softly, arching against Eric’s mouth.

“A test.” Eric shrugged his shoulders. “That, my little Roo, is how I feel about you. Warm purple haze seems to cover my senses ans the only thing I can see is you...” Again he cupped Dave’s face in his large hands. “Can’t you see why I am here, little Roo?”

Slowly Dave nodded. “I think so, but maybe I do have to hear it before I can fully grasp that thought...”

“Love...” Eric smiled. “I am totally head over heels in love with you, Roo,” he confessed. “From the very first instant you stumbled into my arms...”

Dave blushed, feeling his heart cramp in joy. “But...” He closed his eyes. “You don’t even know me.”

“I think I know enough of you to say that I love you,” Eric mumbled and let his lips brush over Dave’s forehead in a chaste kiss. “You fell into my arms and I couldn’t help the urge to protect you, Roo.” A tiny smile appeared on the Aussie’s lips. “And this initial feeling has only increased with the last days. I don’t want anybody to hurt you ever again. There’s been so much pain in your life, Roo. Let me erase it...” Eric pulled Dave closer who was still shaking his head.

“But...you give me so much and I have nothing to offer in return...” he tried to protest again.

“Don’t you try and talk me outta this, Roo!” Eric laughed heartily and kissed Dave tenderly. “One could think you’re trying to get rid of me!” His grin only widened when Dave protested. “You don’t have to give me anything, Roo,” Eric explained. “I woke up this morning and I saw you smile... That is enough for me, Roo. To wake up every morning and see that beautiful smile grace your lips...”

Dave gasped when warm lips covered his mouth, Eric’s clever tongue snaking into his mouth stealing his breath. “Eric?” he asked breathlessly when the other man pulled back for a while.

“Yeah?” Eric’s voice was sounding hoarse.

“I think I love you, too...” Dave whispered and smiled.

“Thank you...” Dave was mesmerized by the love glowing in Eric’s eyes. “Why hadn’t he seen it before?

“And Eric...”

“Yes, Roo?” Eric cocked his eyebrows.

“Now that we have this sorted out...am I now finally allowed to touch you back?” Dave asked, a mischievous smile on his lips.

“Eric laughed heartily and shut Dave’s mouth with his lips. “Yes, Roo. I think that I can allow you that...”


~*~


“Harry!!” Marton’s eyes flew open and he made small helpless sounds. “Oh my fucking god Christ almighty!!” His hands buried themselves in the covers they were lying on, damp with their sweat. Couldn’t...too much...

Beautiful...Marton was looking so beautiful under him, Harry decided and reluctantly turned his head to look at Karl who was meeting each and every of Craig’s thrusts with his hips. He knew those sounds pouring ceaselessly from Karl’s lips so well, had produced them himself more than once... Had to... “Jesus!” Didn’t know if he himself had cried out in pleasure or one of the other three men in the room. Didn’t really matter...

Craig’s movements became more erratic when Karl tightened his muscles under him, pushing Craig closer to the point of no return. He tightened his grasp on Karl’s hips, knowing that there would be marks later, but he didn’t care. Karl howled in a mixture of pleasure and pain when Craig buried his teeth in the younger man’s shoulder, at the same time thrusting into Karl’s tight heat even harder.

“More...” Karl ground out between clenched teeth, pushing back at Craig in the same hard rhythm the older man had set. “Give me more, Craiigg... Fuck...” He bit his lips, his nostrils flaring as again flames of pleasure burnt him from deep within.

Marton heard Harry come with a sharp cry, felt the warm stickyness spreading inside of him. And then the other man pulled out with a sound of regret and before Marton could even so much as protest, Harry had swallowed his twitching erection, expertly working it with his tongue and lips. Marton nearly choked on his own moan, his hands as if having a mind of their own travelling lower to bury themselves in Harry’s short hair. He let his head roll back with a throaty sound breaking from his lips. “Harry...” the word came from Marton’s vocal cords tortured by his screaming as the world finally lost shape around him and everything vanished in bright light.


~*~


Elijah was still staring at Hunter, not daring to move, to speak, to do anything but stare at the boy in front of him. Cause that’s what Hunter was. A boy. More than ten years younger than Elijah. How was it possible that he was so much more brave then? How could he...

“Fuck...” Elijah whimpered when Hunter suddenly moved yet closer and a sound of protest broke from Elijah’s lips as Hunter’s warm mouth lowered itself to meet Elijah’s lips...

TBC.


*sighs* Today is a good day for writing. The words just seem to pour down on the paper without me having to force them out... Leave me a little comment on this please?

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