Solo performance

Well, we have 6,5 gay, horny and drunk men... What do you think will happen?

Disclaimer: I don’t think it’s true, but one’s supposed to never give up hope, right?

Notes: The less time I have, the longer my chaps are getting... I’m through with my exams and I even managed to sneak LOTR-related stuff into them, but that’s a whole ‘nother matter...

Caution!!! HOT!


4. Adults only

Some hours later the kids and their mothers including SeanA had gone and the clowns had changed into normal streetwear.

Dave let his eyes travel through the room as he was clutching his bottle of beer hard, his knuckles turning white and his gaze finally settled on Billy and Dom dancing in the middle of the room and he suddenly felt his heart hurt at their sight. Billy and Dom were so much in sync with each other that Dave’s yearning to feel something like they shared was more of a physical pain than just a simple emotion.

The corners of Billy’s mouth twitched when he leaned forward to whisper endearing words of love into Dom’s ear, his hands never ever losing contact with Dominic’s body as if they were physically joined at some place. Dom returned the look Billy gave him, hislove for the Scot being mirrored in his grey eyes smudged with black eyeliner when his long fingers combed through Billy’s blond strands.

Dave tore his gaze away from the dancing couple and let himself fall down on the sofa next to Beanie and Viggo. Being single sucked, cause you only seemed to be surrounded by happy couples then. “I need to talk to some other singles,” he groaned, nearly jumping at the look Beanie and Viggo shared. “No!” Dave exclaimed, grey eyes widening incredously. “I...I...” He pointed at Beanie. “I always thought you were straight!”

Beanie grinned. “Well, I am...”

Dave didn’t understand and looked at Viggo, who had wrapped his arm around Beanie’s waist, and back to Beanie. “But...” Dave shook his head. “Am I having a blond moment or... I mean the two of you are obviously dating!”

Beanie’s grin broadened. “I am not gay,” he started to explain. “I only like cock, that’s a difference!”

“Explain it to me, cause I don’t understand it,” Orli called, joining them on the couch or rather on Viggo’s lap, because there was no room left for him on the couch. He wrapped his arms around the Dane’s neck. “Do you understand the crap your boyfriend is babbling?” Orli asked.

Viggo cocked his eyebrows. “Honestly? I don’t understand half of what he’s saying, but I don’t really care...” A wolfish grin appeared on Viggo’s lips. “He’s worth it, because he’s a hell of a ride in bed...” He turned around when Beanie tapped him on his shoulder. “Yes, love?” Viggo asked with an innocent expression on his face.

“I think I should stuff that dirty mouth of yours with something,” Beanie growled and Viggo leant in for an open-mouthed kiss.

“Help!” Orli squealed, being trapped in Viggo’s arms, fleeing to Dave when Viggo finally let go of him and pulled Beanie onto his lap instead. “Christ...” Orli shook his head. “And everybody thinks I’m the gay one...” He turned to look at Dave. “I feel like some straight island in this place...” Orli let his gaze travel through the room. “Oh, Lij is here as well.” He waved at the younger man and crossed the room to go and talk to him.

“What’s this?” Karl asked, letting himself sink down on the floor next to Dave. “Bean and Viggo snogging? I thought Bean was straight!” He stared at Dave questioningly.

“Well, he is!” Dave answered with a huge grin on his lips. “He just likes cock...”

“Viggo’s cock,” Beanie added between kisses and Karl nad Dave started laughing heartily.

“Karl!” Billy suddenly shouted across the room. “Could you please tell your boyfriend to stop groping my boyfriend?”

“Harry!” Karl called. “Get your fingers off Dom and move your lovely ass here!”

“My arse isn’t haly as lovely as yours!” Harry smiled as he sat down next to Karl, nuzzling the other man’s neck.

“Christ, but you guys are making me feel lonely,” Dave muttered, looking around the room. “I mean, even Lij and Orli have themselves!”

“I’m sure you’ll find somebody nice!” Karl said, patting Dave soothingly on his shoulder.

Dave snorted. “I’ve been single for 4 years now, Karl. I’m starting to give up hope.” He shrugged his shoulders, his voice coming out small and uncertain when he continued to speak. “And I can’t even blame them for it. If I was in their situation I surely wouldn’t pick me!”

“Oh, come on, Dave!” Dom exclaimed, joining thweir conversation with Billy. “You’re acting as if you were the ugliest person on the planet!” he said, ruffling Dave’s hair. “Let me tell you, you’re not.” He looked around in the group, nodding when he heard approving murmurs. Even Beanie slid from Viggo’s lap to smile reassuringly at Dave. “You see?” Dom asked. “You’re a hell of an attractive guy!”

Dave blushed, the others’ eyes lying uncomfortably on him. “But why can’t I see it when I look into the mirror?” he asked quietly. “I feel so terribly tired all the time and it’s fucking difficult to be witty and charming when you feel depressed as hell...”

“Jesus Christ, David!” Viggo hissed. “What have you been drinking?”

“One beer.” Dave stared at the other man in astonishment.

“One beer?” Billy croaked. “No wonder you’re depressed! That’s not nearly enough! Orlando!” he called. “Bring Dave something alcoholic to drink! Quick!”

“Here.” Orlando handed a beer and Billy rolled his eyes.

“Alcohol, Orlando!” he groaned. “Beer is for girls!” He stood up. “I have to see to that myself to get it right...” Billy grumbled and walked to the bar. After a while he came back with a bottle of whisky and handed it to dave. “Here...” Billy said. “That should help...”

Dave grimaced at the thought of drinking straight whisky, but obeyed, swallowing a mouthful of the amber liquid. He coughed when he felt the whisky burn hot trails down his throat and gave the bottle back to Billy.

“Feeling better?” the Scot asked.

Dave shook his head slightly.

“Then you’re not drunk enough!” Billy decided and handed Dave the bottle again. “Drink!” he commanded.

And Dave obliged, his feeling of unease being replace by a comfortable warmth that slowly spread in his stomach. Laughter started to rise from his throat and Dave slid down to the floor and then got on his feet again, coming to stand in front of Beanie. “Let’s dance, bro!” he laughed, pulling on the older man’s arms.

Beanie stood up with a sigh and followed Dave, cocking his head slightly when he heard the music coming from the huge speakers in the corners of the room. “But I will not dance to that kind of music!” Beanie mumbled and got down to his knees next to the Cd-player, searching for a decent CD. “Dave?” Beanie’s eyebrows shot up in question when he held up a Britney Spears-CD. “I damn hope that one belongs to Elijah and not to you...” he snarled and put the CD back to the floor.

“It’s Eliza’s,” Dave grinned apologetically. “What are ya looking for anyway? Can I help?” he asked after a while, but apparently Beanie had already found what he had been looking for as he put a disc into the CD-player.

Beanie took Dave by his hand and swirled him around when the first notes filled the air. Dave gasped when Beanie pulled him close to his chest, moving to the maddeningly slow rhythm of the music. They made a beautiful picture, both so much alike, yet so different in appearance. Beanie seemed to hold the younger man, rocking him softly in tune to the slow melody. With a smile he kissed Dave’s forehead and lay his chin down on Dave’s shoulder.

“Better?” Beanie whispered into the other man’s ear and Dave nodded.

“Yes,” he replied barely loud enough for Beanie to understand.

Beanie started stroking Dave’s back with his hand. “Just promise em to never swallow it... Let your feelings out. You know you can talk to me whenever you feel like it...” A huge grin spread on his lips when Dave nodded again. At the same time the music changed, becoming faster and louder. “Let’s give them something to watch, right?” Beanie breathed into Dave’s ear and before the Aussie could answer he was being swirled around again, his abck being closely pressed against Beanie’s strong chest.

“Nice...” Karl purred from where he was sitting on the floor as he watched the two men move, hips grinding, hands interlinked.

“Yes...” Viggo agreed, grey eyes fixed on his lover’s arse. Slowly he stood up. “I think Dave needs to be cheered up some more,” he mused with a wink at the other boys and moved to stand in front of Dave so that the younger man was being snadwiched between Viggo’s and Beanie’s bodies. “You didn’t greet your brother-in-law properly...” Viggo growled, leaning in to kiss Dave’s soft lips, his arms being wrapped around both Beanie’s and Dave’s necks.

“Christ!” Beanie panted when Dave let Viggo’s tongue in with a soft moan and he felt himself harden at the beautiful image the two men in front of him provided, the frim pressure of Dave’s ass against Beanie’s cock doing the rest. He let go of Dave’s hands and let his own hands glide down the younger man’s sides, travelling further until they came to rest on Viggo’s ass.

Dave groaned into Viggo’s mouth when Beanie suddenly tightened his grip around them and crushed Dave’s and Viggo’s erections together. Dave felt Beanie’s hot breath in his neck growing more erratic when he slowly shifted his hips, starting to rub his ass against Beanie’s jeans-clad crotch.

“Jesus!” Orli cursed, having fled with Elijah into a far away corner of the room. “This place is getting so gay!”

Elijah nodded, his big blue eyes being fixed on Viggo’s tongue ravishing Dave’s mouth. “We gotta get outta here, mate,” he whispered.

Orli flinched when he turned his head to the sofa, seeing Karl undo the buttons of his burgundy shirt. He didn’t even want to know what Billy and Dom were up to as they seemed to have left the room. “Alright...” he mumbled. “I’ll count to three and then run for the virginity of your arse!” He looked at Lij who nodded in agreement. “Three!” both of them exclaimed in unison and fled the room as quickly as they could, not stopping until they were sitting in the safety of Viggo’s car.

“Well, I don’t know about you,” Elijah giggled breathlessly as Orlando pulled out of the drive. “But I need soem straight activvities now. Pub?” he asked.

“Pub,” Orli agreed.


~*~


“You’re mad!” Billy snorted, curiously staring at the small blue pills lying on the palm of Dom’s hand. He frowned, lookin up at Dom who was sittitng on the kitchen counter. “And that’s supposed to work?”

Dom nodded firmly, drinking from the bottle of whisky they had stolen from the living room. “Yeah, it does. I tried it myself!”

Billy’s eyes widened. “How was it?”

A broad happy smile appeared on Dom’s lips. That should’ve been enough of an answer for Billy, but the Scot was still hesitating. “Here and now?” he asked, looking carefully at Dom’s opened hand. “I mean were not exactly alone and I didn’t plan to walk around with a fucking boner for the rest of the night!”

Dom grinned, his grey eyes twinkling and cocked his eyebrows. “Now that can be helped...” he purred, knocking back one of the pills with a mouthful of whisky before Billy could stop him.


~*~


“Oh my god...” Viggo groaned, pulling back from Dave. “If I’m going to drive we’ll have to leave now! There’s no way I can drive if we go on like that!”

Dave sighed diasppointedly, but nodded. “We don’t want you to die in a car accident,” he grinned and gave Viggo a last kiss, but this time softer, leaning back at Beanie when Viggo walked away.

“Where are Dom and Billy?” Viggo asked, looking around in the room. “I was supposed to give them a ride home!”

“Kitchen!” Harry called before continueing to strip Karl of totally unnecessary clothing.

Moments later Viggo reappeared from the kitchen with Billy and Dom, the Hobbits looking more than just a little flustered. They said their goodbies and walked through the door into the night.

Beanie pulled Dave closer for one last time and planted a frim kiss onto his film-brother’s lips. “Take care...” he smiled and then followed Viggo and the Hobbits.


~*~

Viggo could see Dom’s eyes darken in the rear mirror, his full lips opening in a silent moan. He could hear Beanie gasp when Dom started to speak in a hoarse voice, pleading Billy to go faster. Viggo watched the muscles of Dom’s throat tighten when the Hobbit swallowed a scream, his gaze never ever leaving Viggo’s.

The car was quiet except for the small wet sounds that Billy’s mouth created On Dom’s hard flesh and Dom’s whispers and moans, the air being pregnant with arousal.

~*~


“What do you think?” Harry asked Karl when the door fell shut behind Beanie’s back and cocked his head into Dave’s direction. “He’s still looking rather depressed or what do you think?”

Karl nodded firmly. “Yes, you’re right, handsome... I think we need to cheer him up some more...”

“I love the way your brain works...” Harry grinned. He turned to face Dave. “Up for another of our world-famous cheering-up-sessions, Daisy?” he asked, letting his hans slide down Karl’s naked chest.

“Hell, yes!” Dave moaned and stepped into the circle of the other men’s awaiting arms.


~*~


Dave’s POV:

I think I’ve never felt that helpless before. Arms and legs spread wide and tied to the bedposts, blindfolded, gag in my mouth, not able to move at all, allowing the two men beneath me do whatever they like to my body. Well, at least they could if these bloody fucking wankers weren’t ignoring me.

Watching Karl and Harry is always a utterly beautiful sight and I enjoy it most of the times, but right now I just want to beat the living shit out of them. They know bloody fucking well what they are doing to me and fuck me if they don’t enjoy watching me suffer.

Fuck. Harry is doing it again. I can tell it by Karl’s whimpering. This man has such beautiful lips made for kissing. Karl enjoys it all too much. Sometimes I think Karl likes the kissing more than the fucking part. You can reduce this big, strong man to a small heap of whimpering and nerves just by fucking his mouth with your tongue. If I could see something – which I can’t because of being blindfolded – I’d have the proof of Harry sucking Karl’s tongue.

I’m getting even more annoyed because the thought of Karl writhing under Harry makes my cock go hard as rock. Fuck me, but I’m getting off on this.

Karl’s moaning has changed now. The whimpers being turned into deep groans.

I hate Harry.

I know these sounds, have made them myself often enough. I don’t think anybody could hold back his moans when enjoying the benefits of Harry’s talented mouth. Damn Harry and his beautiful lips, I curse silently as I feel my cock grow yet harder.

Still no relief. Wankers continue ignoring me. Rats! Again I struggle to free myself from my bindings, my plea for release silenced by the gag.

Eection be damned. And Harry. And definitely Karl with his fucking whimpering that always manages to go straight to my cock. Oh that this too too soid flesh would melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew! And fuck Mr Shakespeare while you’re at it! What is he doing here anyway?

Ohmygod! Somebody must’ve heard my prayers for something is nudging against my thigh. I didn’t realise how good that feels before a low moan starts to rise from my throat. Jesus! I’m not even being touched properly and here I am moaning like a cheap street-whore! Unbelievable!


~*~


Harry pulled back from Karl’s cock with a wet sound, smiling at the helpless whimper escaping the younger man’s lips. He looked up at Karl and pointed at Dave whose muscles were tense from fighting against his bindings. “You think he ‘s trying to tell us something?”

Karl wetted his lips with his tongue. “Hell yes!” he moaned and slowly started crawling into Dave’s direction.

Dave wanted to scream with pleasure when he felt that he was being straddled by somebody, his cock being slowly engulfed into said somebody’s tight ass. Dave still couldn’t move, had to let ther other man fuck himself on Dave’s cock in a maddeningly slow rhythm, heard the whimpers.

Karl...” Dave’s groan being muffled by the gag.


~*~

“Cursed be that fucking Hobbit!” Viggo growled and pinned Beanie against the wall, hastily fumbling on his belt.

Moments later breath was being knocked out of Benie’s lungs when Viggo slammed into him, starting to pound mercylessly into Beanie’s willing body. The Brit would’ve screamed if he could’ve breathed.

//Bless Dom! Bless Dom!!// he repeated in his mind until all reason was washed away.


~*~

Tender hands undid the gag and Dave could finally breathe properly again. Not that he noticed it, because he was still lying in the afterglow of his orgasm.

Karl sighed when Harry took him by his hips and carefully lifted him from Dave’s now unmoving from.

Harry kissed the naked skin of Karl’s shoulder. “Get on your knees, love, will ya?” he urged the younger man and Karl hissed when Harry slid effortlessly into him, slowly starting to move in and out of Karl’s body.

“Christ, you’ll be my undoing one day,” Karl whimpered, moving to meet every thrust when he felt that Harry was close. “Come for me,” he pleaded, tightening his muscles around Harry’s cock.

“Oh my...Karl! Yes!” Harry shouted and pounded one last time into Karl’s body, his knees finally giving way. Karl reached out to undo the knots around Dave’s wrists and ankles before he crawled back to Harry, snuggling itno teh older man’s arms.

“You’re amazing,” Harry smiled breathlessly and kissed Karl tenderly. “You think we’e cheered him up enough?” he asked after a while, cocking his head into Dave’s direction.

Karl looked at dave’s now sleeping form and shrugged his shoulders. “At least he doesn’t complain, does he?”


~*~


“Dom?”

“Mmmh?” Dom grumbled, half asleep. “What’s wrong, Billy?”

“My fucking hard-on won’t go down!” the Scot complained, looking accusingly at Dom as if he wanted to say “It’s your fault anyway!”.

Dom frowned, rubbing his tired eyes. “Again? I mean we have just...”

Billy snorted. “Don’t tell me, tell him!”

Dom scratched his head. “Think of something that totally turns you off?” he yawned.

Billy cocked his eyebrows. “Can you imagine how sick I am of thinking about roadkill?”

Dom nodded understandingly. “How bout scaring it?” he suggested and delved under the covers until he was facing Billy’s cock. “Boo!”

Billy’s cock twitched.

“I think he likes you!” Billy laughed when Dom appeared from under the covers again.

Dom nodded. “Can’t disappoint him then...” he mubled, feeling his own cock harden in response. “You think they could become friends?” Dom asked as he moved to straddle Billy.

The Scot nodded. “Somehow I’m pretty sure of that...”


~*~


“Daddy?” Eliza Jane called after having entered the house with her mother the next morning.

“I think your daddy’s still asleep, love,” Kate smiled, stroking the Girl’s blond hair. “Go wake him up!”

Eliza nodded happily and jumped to the door of Dave’s bedroom, opening the door carefully. She looked into the room for a while and then closed the door again as quietly as she had opened it and walked to her mum who was amking coffee in the kitchen. “Sssht!” she whispered, putting her index-finger onto her lips. “Daddy and his friends look tired. I didn’t want to wake them!” she explained.

“Friends?” Kate frowned, heading for Dave’s bedroom to check on him herself with a cup of coffee in her hand. Her eyes widened in shock when she opened the door and let the cup fall to the ground, a sharp cry breaking from her lips.

“What?” Dave mumbled, trying to free himself from the limbs that were wrapped around him. He tugged at the blindfold that was still covering his eyes. “Kate? What the fuck...” he stared into his ex-girlfriend’s accusing eyes and then remembered the situation he was in, lying naked in his bed with two other males wrapped around his body. “It’s not what it looks like!” he tried to stammer, but Kate had already slammed the door shut.

“I’m trying to sleep!” Karl mumbled tiredly when Dave jumped out of the bed and slipped into his jeans, running after Kate who had taken Eliza into her arms and was fleeing from the house.

“I can explain...” he started, but Kate interrupted him.

“I’m so sick of your explanations,” she hissed, motioning for Eliza to get into the car. “Your daughter comes to visit you and then she sees you in this...this unnatural position!” She inhaled deeply. “You can be lucky if she won’t have a traum for the rest of her life!” Kate yelled and got into the car herself, starting the engine. “You just proved again that you’re no good father for Eliza!”

“Daddy!”

Dave watched numbly as Kate pulled out of the driveway, his girl sitting crying on the backseat and he felt his heart cramp painfully in his chest.

How did it come to that?

TBC...

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