One Night

Title: One Night 1 am - 3 am
Series: One Night (3/4)
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: Some angst.
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 FICTION.
Feedback: Bunnies need it.
Archive: The Showcase ( www.dreamreaver.com/showcase ) & BTF

~Berlin, 01:00 am, January 14th~

"Dominic?" Orli touches his friend's shoulder, sighing. He presses down, and Dom rolls onto his back and looks up at him.

"I'm sorry.."

"It's okay. I know it hurts, believe me. Are you ready to try again?"

"You still want to?"

Orli nods, lowering his mouth to Dom's bicep. "Yeah, I do.." His voice is muffled by Dom's skin. He kisses it and raises his head again. "It'll get easier. But I'd better use something other than sweat as lube this time."

"I've got some baby oil in my suitcase. Don't ask why, I won't tell you.."

Orli laughs quietly. "I wasn't going to ask. But we'll use that." He gets up and finds Dom's bag, roots through it until his hand closes around a greasy bottle. He takes it out, pours some oil onto his fingers, and heads back to the bed. Dom instinctively lifts himself up a little and opens his legs wide when Orli's hand reaches between them.

Orli's finger slides in easier this time, is joined by a second, then a third. Dom's eyes close and he groans, stretching his toes and digging his heels into the sheets to try and stop the shivering arousal that is building up inside him.

~Los Angeles, 01:10 am, January 14th~

Setting down the two mugs of coffee, Elijah avoids Viggo's eyes. He's already starting to doubt himself. Wishing more with every passing second that he hadn't asked Viggo to stay. That he'd told him to leave, middle of the night or not.

"Is it just that you don't think we should have secrets from each other?" Viggo asks suddenly.

And Elijah knows it's started. He shrugs his shoulders, doesn't look up. Maybe if he just ignores-

"That's what you said, isn't it? That love is honesty. I can be honest with you, Elijah. If that's all you want."

He raises his eyes. And that's it. He's not getting out of this. "So be honest with me, Viggo." The words are out of his mouth before he can stop them. Might as well just forget the talking and hop straight back into bed, he thinks. He can feel his willpower dissolving already. But he does want to hear what Viggo has to say.

"Tell me what you want to know. I won't keep anything from you."

So Elijah asks the first question that enters his mind. "Am I really the best sex you ever had?" Immediately, he cringes. He can't believe he just asked that. Viggo smiles.

"You know you are."

"Doesn't it feel weird, though? Doing that to someone half your age?"

"You'll only be half my age for one more year. But no, it doesn't feel weird. Not to me. I don't see you as just that, just a boy. Is that what's really bothering you?"

"Yeah. That and a lot of things."

"Like what?"

"I didn't love you. That day I told you I did. I said it because I thought it was what you wanted to hear. Because it was what you said to me. It just seemed like a natural answer."

"It is a natural answer. But not if it's a lie. Anyway, I already know that. I already know you didn't love me. I want to know what to do to make it so that you can."

"Be a bit gentler with me in bed."

"I'm always-"

"It was my first fucking time, Viggo. Yes, I lied about that too. I was a virgin when we got together. So it's probably my fault that you did it how you did. But I can't take it like that again and again. I need..something else. Something slower."

Viggo is quiet for a minute or two, studying the table beneath his hand. Then he looks up. "I can be gentle. As slow as you want me to be."

Elijah shakes his head, sits heavily opposite Viggo. "I don't even know why I'm admitting all this. I want it to be over. I didn't want you to.."

"Didn't want me to what?"

"I didn't want you to change my mind. Just for once it would be good for me to make a decision and stay with it. Why'd you have to say all this?"

"Because I don't think I could live without you."

~Auckland, 01:23 am, January 14th~

Harry wakes with a start, hears his mobile ringing. He looks at the clock as he fumbles in his jeans pocket for the phone. Late, he thinks. "Hello?"

"Where have you been? I've been ringing and ringing for twenty minutes!"

"Karl?" Harry yawns, still sleepy. "Where the hell are you?"

"In the lobby of the Grand Hotel. Where the hell are you?"

"The Grand? What did you go there for?"

"Because that's where you told me to go."

Harry can't help but laugh. "I don't know how you got that stuck in your head, mate. You want the Royal. Let me see..just a couple of blocks over from where you are now. Hang on..go out of the hotel and turn right. Keep walking in that direction and you'll see it after about a half a mile. It's right on the corner."

"Fuck that, mate. I've wasted enough time, I'm driving. Make sure you're good and naked when I get there."

~Glasgow, 01:28 am, January 14th~

Billy doesn't think he's ever felt so wasted in all his life. Which surprises him, because they've taken tonight so slowly. He shouldn't feel tired, but he does. Sean kisses his shoulder lightly and he shivers at the touch.

"I love you," Sean tells him, kissing his shoulder again. "We should do it like this all the time."

"Mmm..." Billy moans in agreement.

"Do you have the energy for one more round?"

"Give me a few minutes.."

~Berlin, 01:30 am, January 14th~

Dom is biting his lip so hard he's drawn blood. His eyes are screwed shut with the pain. But Orli is in. He's actually all the way inside Dom and holding still, arms bracing himself against the bed, waiting for the tightness to ease off.

"It hurts.." Dom whispers.

"Yeah," Orli whispers back. "I need you to relax." He dips his head and kisses the end of Dom's nose. "Relax, Sblom. It's hurting me too...just let go.."

"I'm trying.."

"Don't try. It doesn't work like that. Open your eyes."

Dom opens them slowly, looks up at Orli. Watches him come close, watches his eyes kaleidoscope into one as their mouths meet. Orli's tongue drags across the roof of his mouth and he becomes lost in the taste and the feel of it. The tingle on his cheek where Orli's nose is pressed against his face. The slipperiness of the sweat between their bodies. Orli moving slowly inside him. He smiles as Orli pulls back and looks down at him.

"Okay?" he asks, keeping his rhythm so gentle it makes Dom want to come right now. He holds back, nods instead. "Tell me if it's not. Tell me if it's still hurting."

"It's better.." Dom tells him. Oh God, and yes it is. He can feel the slide in and out, the soft friction, Orli's body rubbing against his each time he is fully buried within Dom's body. The pressure building in him as a bundle of nerves deep inside him is hit by the head of Orli's cock. Again and again. Dom hears himself mutter a string of curses, thrusts his tongue into Orli's mouth as he comes.

~Auckland, 01:44 am, January 14th~

Karl has to laugh at the expression on the receptionist's face. She stares at him when he bursts through the doors, panting and sweating. He must look like a fucking madman. But he ran all the way here after finding his car blocked in outside the Grand. He shoulders his bag and grasps the reception desk with both hands.

"Sinclair...what room?"

She taps a couple of keys, looks at her computer. "Eight-eleven. Would you like me to call up?"

But Karl is already running for the elevator.

~Glasgow, 01:47 am, January 14th~

Sean drags a finger so delicately over Billy's nose, over the contours of his face, that his lover doesn't even stir. He listens to the even sound of Billy's breathing; the rhythm is slow and deep, like their lovemaking tonight.

He wants to let Billy sleep. He wants to watch the way his eyelids flutter as his eyes move beneath them in dream. He wants to watch outstretched fingers twitching as the dream grows more vivid. He wants to listen to the breathing grow slightly more erratic, to hear the soft moans as Billy's body finds his in their shared subconscious.

But, more than that, he wants to press his lips to Billy's mouth and watch his eyes open. First confused with the remains of sleep, then clear with the recognition of his lover. The realisation that he's no longer dreaming. More than that, he wants to feel those outstretched fingers running through his hair as they kiss. He wants to feel Billy breathing inside his mouth, to taste the soft moans and swallow them as Billy's body finds his in their shared reality.

"Billy.." He keeps his voice quiet, not really wanting to wake him up but thinking that he needs to. "Billy."

"Mm?" Billy turns to him, eyes slowly opening, blinks a few times and smiles. The sight makes Sean hard. "Sorry.."

"It's okay."

"I'm pretty tired."

"Do you want to go back to sleep?"

"Mm. Make it up to you in the morning?"

"Okay." Sean lets Billy turn back onto his side and he shuffles over until he is spooned against him. Until he knows that Billy can feel how hard he is. "I'll just sort this out myself," he murmurs.

Billy's shoulders shake as he laughs. He turns his head, straight to Sean's waiting lips. "You'll be the bloody death of me, you know. From exhaustion."

"I'm worth it," Sean tells him, and kisses him.

~Los Angeles, 01:53 am, January 14th~

Elijah is sat on the floor of his bathroom. He's taken the t-shirt he was wearing off, so that his back and the soles of his feet are pressed against cool tiles. But he's still sweating. He thinks if he waits in here, sits it out long enough, maybe Viggo will be gone when he opens the door. Yet he knows very well that Viggo is sat on the other side of the bathroom door, also waiting. And he's older and has more patience.

'I don't think I could live without you.'

Eight words Elijah never wanted to hear. Not from him. The doubts in his mind went mad, multiplying, until all he wanted to do was rip Viggo's clothes off and fuck him right there on the kitchen table. To tell him he loved him. He looks down at the phone in his hand, eyes blurred with tears. He's twenty one years old. He shouldn't have to deal with these kind of emotions. It's not fair that he's had to grow up so fast. It seems to him like nothing is fair any more. Even less so after the conversation he just had with Dominic.

Dom and Orli. Orli and Dom.

He wants to scream. But he doesn't want Viggo to break his bathroom door down.

~Auckland, 01:56 am, January 14th~

Karl stares at the old man before him. The old man stares back. Karl glances at the number on the door. 807. Right?

"Uh.."

"Can I help you?"

"You're not going to believe this, but-" He is interrupted by a door opening just up the hallway.

"Karl?"

He turns and looks, just to make sure his eyes agree with his ears. Then he is racing down the hall and into room 811, knocking Harry back against the wall and desperately devouring his mouth. He kicks the door shut behind him and starts unbuttoning Harry's shirt, his fingers fumbling in his haste.

Harry takes hold of his hands, makes him stop and pull back. He finarryarry is grinning. "Hi."

Karl smiles, blushing. "Hi," he says. "Can we fuck now?"

~Berlin, 02:00 am, January 14th~

Dom loves the look on Orli's face when he comes. He loves the taste, the thickness of Orli's essence coating his tongue. He didn't think he would enjoy it but...it's Orli. It's all he wants any more.

He licks his lips, still watching Orli's face. His friend's..no, his *lover's* thighs are trembling under Dom's hands. And he thinks he's doing pretty well for a beginner. Considering. Orli opens his eyes and grins down at Dom.

"Mmm.." he says. Which makes Dom blush for no reason he can fathom. Orli pulls him up from the floor and back to the bed. "I want to tell you something."

"What?"

"I want to tell you how long I've loved you. I want to count the days off..." His fingers creep over Dom's stomach, move in little circles around his navel. With each circle, Orli counts. With each circle, Dom's arousal grows. Orli stops, watching. "Maybe I should do this in months?" Dom bites his lip, nods his head. Orli doesn't bother counting any more, just twines his fingers round Dom's cock and starts stroking him. "Can I have you?" He starts to ask, then stops and looks up at Dom.

"Huh?"

"Can I have this in me?"

"What?" Dom's looking at him like he's speaking another language.

Orli sighs, rolling his eyes. "Pay attention, Dom. I want you..in me..right now." He tightens his grip, sees Dom's eyes widen in response and comprehension.

"Oh...Okay.."

~Los Angeles, 02:11 am, January 14th~

"Are you coming out of there yet?"

Viggo's voice startles Elijah and he lifts his head to look at the door. "No," he answers. "Not yet."

"What's the problem, Lijah? I want to know how to fix it
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"Problem? What problem? Everything's fucking perfect, isn't it?"

"Listen to me. I'm sure your life would be a lot simpler if I hated you, wouldn't it? If I were to just walk away and never think about you again and pretend I hate you for the rest of my life. But I can't do it. If I do, I might as well give up on everything. I love you, Elijah. Maybe I'm stupid for it, but I love you. That doesn't happen so often. So give me a second chance. Please. Just let me-"

Viggo cuts off as the bathroom door is flung open and Elijah stands there, chest heaving with uncontrolled breaths. "Viggo.."

Elijah watches his lover get to his feet, stands very still as Viggo takes him into his arms. Warm muscle is hard against his body and he can't help himself. His arms wrap around Viggo's waist. He lowers his head against Viggo's chest. Feels the light pressure of a kiss against the top of his head.

"What happened? Who called?" Viggo asks, seeing the phone on the bathroom floor behind Elijah.

"I called Dominic."

Viggo pulls back. "What did you tell him?"

"I didn't tell him anything. He had too much to tell me." Elijah can feel the tears starting again, and he rests his head against Viggo's chest again, glad when he doesn't pull away. "He and Orli...are..."

Viggo shushes him. No need for words. He can guess what Elijah's trying to say. He's always been good at that, Elijah realises. He's always been able to read Elijah's mind. Except for when it really mattered. And maybe he should be glad for that, he thinks, as Viggo's arms tighten their grip and hold him safe and secure.

~Auckland, 02:21 am, January 14th~

Karl laughs into the soft flesh of Harry's shoulder. Their naked bodies are one, joined everywhere. He can't remember ever feeling so glad about anything. He's always so happy when he's with Harry. They have fun together, in and out of the bedroom. The past twenty minutes have seen two blowjobs and the beginnings of what Karl intends to be the longest, slowest fuck you can have in forty minutes.

"I love you, Harry."

"I love you too. I wish you could've gotten here sooner."

"Yeah, me too. But I'm here now.." Karl gives a gentle thrust. "And I intend to make the most of it." And Harry touches him, at the base of his erection, and rubs in a slow, tiny circle. And he thinks, 'fuck long, fuck slow. Hard and fast and as many times as we can.'

~Glasgow, 02:27 am, January 14th~

Sean can't sleep. Billy is curled into him, eyes closed and breathing so quietly and peacefully. His breath blasts warmly onto Sean's shoulder at regular intervals. It makes him shiver. He wonders if he can't sleep, or if he simply doesn't want to sleep. Because holding Billy, listening to him and feeling him, is so much more vital to him than a few hours spent in dreams.

"Go to sleep."

Billy's soft voice makes him jump. "Hmm?"

"I said, go to sleep." Billy raises his head, kissing Sean's chin on the way. "You'll be worn out later, otherwise."

"I'm hoping I'll be worn out later anyway."

Billy kisses Sean's mouth sweetly, then moves to lay his head back against Sean's chest. "Go to sleep," he says again. "I mean it."

But how can he? He is like this every time he and Billy get together after a little time apart. He can't help that all he wants to do, every minute of each day, is watch the man he loves. Whatever he might be doing. Sean feels the need to memorise every moment he has with Billy because he believes in never knowing what the next moment will hold. If he is ever left alone, he wants to be sure that he will have something still to love. Even if it's only ghosts of the past.

For now, though, he has the real thing. Warm flesh and hot blood Billy, already asleep again, tangled in his arms and legs. For now. He grips Billy just that little bit tighter, almost hurting with the sudden panic. What if he fell asleep and when he woke up, Billy wasn't there? What the hell would he do if that ever happened?

"Sean?"

"Yes?"

"Go to sleep. I'll still be here in the morning."

Sean's breath leaves him in a short burst. God bless Billy for knowing him so well. God bless Billy for never worrying like Sean does. Of course he'll still be there. They both will be. Sean kisses the top of Billy's head, closes his eyes.

"I love you," he whispers, as he feels tiredness seeping in and lets sleep take him.

~Los Angeles, 02:40 am, January 14th~

"Better?"

Elijah drains the last of his coffee and nods. He can't believe that he broke down in front of Viggo. About Dominic, of all things. He hates himself for not being stronger. He's just happy Viggo didn't listen to him now. He's right. Why throw away something with someone who does love you, for someone else that will never love you back? Especially if you don't even know if you love that someone else. He stares at the table, at the ring his coffee mug has made on the pale wood. He feels more confused than ever at that thought, but he knows it's right. Somehow.

Somehow he can fall in love with Viggo. He can give him what he wants. He knows it might take a long time. For him, at least, if not for Viggo. No, because Viggo already loves him, doesn't he?

"What're you thinking about?"

Elijah looks up at Viggo. His face is very serious, worried. Elijah shakes his head and smiles a little. "I don't know. This has been kind of a weird night. A long night, definitely."

"We should get back to bed."

"You still want to? After everything I've said to you tonight?"

Viggo reaches across the table and cups Elijah's cheek in his hand, calloused fingers stroking the pale skin. "Yes," he says, his voice quiet. "I know what it feels like, believe me. And I know it might happen again. You might think it's all screwed up. You might say you don't love me. You might hurt my feelings again. But I'm hoping you won't have to, now you've told me what's wrong." He sighs. "What about you? Do you want to go to bed with me? If not, I'll understand. I can wait."

Elijah's not sure he wants to, but he says yes. If he's going to try to love Viggo then he might as well start now.

"You want me to try that whole being gentle thing?"

"Right now?"

Viggo shrugs. "Or not. I just thought-"

"Okay."

~Auckland, 02:48 am, January 14th~

"Fucking hell, Karl.." Harry can hardly speak. He's only just managing to remember to breathe. Karl is buried so deep in him that when he comes, Harry thinks he can taste it. Or maybe that's just the taste of before, still lingering. Obliterated then by the taste of Karl, as his mouth sinks down onto Harry's. He feels Karl moan, feels it reverberate through the whole of his body. He knows that Karl is frustrated that they don't have more time. He winds Karl's hair around his fingers as they kiss. It's pretty long now, he thinks. He likes it that way. He makes a mental note to ask Karl not to cut it too much. Ever.

Karl's beard scratches against his chin and he thinks he might ask him to shave that off. Keep the hair, lose the beard. He smiles into Karl's lips at the thought. The kiss breaks.

"What's so funny?" Karl asks, grinning down at him.

"Don't stop," Harry answers.

"How long do we have left?"

"I'll have to leave in about a quarter of an hour. So, less talking.."

~Berlin, 02:54 am, January 14th~

"Orli..please..I can't..."

Orli relents, pushes completely into Dom. So very completely. He loves teasing, but he can see Dom is about to explode. He wants to be in there when it happens. He wants to feel Dom tightening around him, to feel the heat against his stomach, to swallow the howl of desperation when it erupts from Dom's mouth.

It takes a matter of moments once he is in. Dom is panting into his mouth, gulping in Orli's exhaled breath instead of the air he needs. When Orli lifts his head, separating their lips, he can see that Dom is knackered. It makes him feel kind of proud of himself.

"What..what're you..looking so smug..about?"

"You."

"Huh?"

"Just breathe, Dom. You'll need it." He smiles, full of promise.

"Fuck.." Dom turns his head to one side, closes his eyes.

"Oh, you want to sleep?"

One eye opens. "No, you bastard...I don't need a fucking breather.."

"All night? You think you can keep up with me?"

Dom laughs. "I think it's going to be the other way around." And Orli realises that Dom isn't even slightly out of breath. And that he's getting hard again, even as they lay there.

"Fucking wanker," he whispers, leaning in for another kiss.


~tbc~