One Night

Title: One Night 3am-5am
Series: One Night 4/4
Author/Email: eviltwin (tracey737uk@yahoo.co.uk)
Pairings: KU/HS, EW/VM, DM/OB, SB/BB
Rating: NC17
Summary: One night, four cities, eight men. Two have all the time they want and two don't. For two it's their first time and for two it could be the last.
Warnings: Some angst. Heaps of sap.
Feedback: Bunnies need it.
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.
Website & Archive Rights: The Showcase ( www.dreamreaver.com/showcase ) & BTF


~Los Angeles, 03:00 am, January 14th~

What the hell is wrong with him? Stupid question, he thinks. He knows damned well what's wrong with him. Viggo. This is all wrong, all completely screwed up. Viggo was right. It'll happen again. And again and again. Why even bother? He sits on the edge of his bed and watches the bedroom door. Viggo's had to run out to an all-night chemist and Elijah is sitting on his bed, still dressed, waiting for him. He wants to get undressed and get under the covers. Not to wait for Viggo, but to go to sleep. To forget any of tonight ever happened. To maybe wake up tomorrow and have Viggo come over tomorrow night instead, when he will know what he didn't know before tonight. So that he can play everything differently and have things turn out the way he wants them to.

Except for he's told himself that he's going to try and fall in love with Viggo. That he's going to give him a second chance, because he knows what it's like to think you might be in love with someone and not have them return your feelings.

Why'd Orli have to go and fuck Dom? Why'd Dom have to let him?

~Auckland, 03:12 am, January 14th~

"Karl..it's okay.."

Karl looks down at the floor, tears shimmering in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I know, I know..it's just two weeks. But-"

"Shut up. Cry if you want."

"I'll miss you. I wish I could come with you."

Harry smiles, lifts Karl's chin. "You know if you did you'd only put me off. I'd never get any work done."

"I love you."

"I love you too," Harry answers, kissing Karl's forehead gently. "I'll call as soon as I arrive, okay?"

"Thanks.."

"Go on, go back to the hotel. Get some sleep."

Karl nods. "You know I won't."

~Berlin, 03:18 am, January 14th~

"Okay..I think you've proved your point.." Orli is spreadeagled on the bed, sweat covering his body once more. Dom is curled against his side, head resting on his stomach. Fingers drawing patterns in the sweat. Thinking they need to open a window, however fucking cold it might be outside. Thinking if only room service were available at this time in the morning...he would order a jug of ice water, then fish out all the ice and rest pieces of it all over Orli's body. Then he'd flatten himself against Orli and wait for it to melt coldly between them.

He says, "good." And grins when Orli draws in a deep breath and lets it out in a long blast. "Have I actually worn you out?"

"Actually...you have."

"Good," he says again, and turns his head from watching his fingers so he can look up at Orli's face. They smile at each other. A smile full of knowing intimacy. Dom wants to tell the whole world right now what he and Orli have just done. But he can't be bothered to move.

"Are you ready to sleep yet?" Orli's hand has drifted down and is resting against Dom's head now, thumb absently stroking wet strands of hair away from Dom's temples.

"What time is it?"

"Gone three. Hey, maybe we could catch some German porn on the adult pay-per-view..."

Dom slaps Orli's stomach with a laugh. "You're sick, you know that?"

"Wrong. I was sick. I'm feeling a lot better now. Too late to celebrate my birthday though."

"Oh, you don't think we celebrated enough already?"

Orli smiles slyly. "Hmm. You know-"

"Fuck right off. I'm knackered now, I don't care how much you laugh at me."

"Yeah. All right." And Orli slides down the bed until his head is level with Dom's and their legs are hanging off the end of the mattress. He takes Dom into his arms and kisses the side of his neck, then rests his head on Dom's shoulder. "We'd better get some sleep. Early start in the morning, eh?"

"Early start for what?" Orli doesn't answer, but Dom gets the strongest feeling that he's grinning. "Hyperactive bloody nympho," he mutters.

~Los Angeles, 03:29 am, January 14th~

Viggo sits in Elijah's car, staring at the dash. Thinking. He has a pack of condoms clutched in his right hand that he rescued from the glovebox. And he's been sat here for the past half hour, switching his concentration between the car's interior and the front of Elijah's house. The windows are all black. He hasn't switched on the bedroom light. Viggo pictures him, sat on his bed in the darkness. Wondering the same things as he himself is wondering.

Is this the right thing to do? Viggo's known that Elijah doesn't love him since..well, since ever. He figures he's just being selfish; a trait supposedly genetic in his family.

But he loves Elijah with all his being and he thinks he's made a lot of sacrifices to be with him. He's got a lot of patience and he thought that Elijah would eventually return his feelings. He was willing to wait. He just didn't think it would take this long.

If he goes up there now, what will happen? They might make love. He could be as gentle as Elijah wants him to be and prove that he has listened to him, that he has taken in what some of the problem was and wants to fix it. But then what? If it's still not enough for Elijah to have that from him? Viggo isn't so naive that he doesn't think what's happened tonight can happen again. He wonders if there is any point in trying again, only to have Elijah tell him it still isn't working. He remembers the old adage; ''tis better to have loved and lost thaver ver love at all.' He thinks there might be some truth in that.

Then he sees a light appear ahead of him and looks up to see the front door has been opened. Elijah stands there, framed by the light from the hall, and Viggo is struck by how beautiful the boy is. Screw wisdom, he thinks. He opens the car door and steps out, waving the box in his hand. Elijah smiles uncertainly.

"I thought you'd got lost."

Viggo reaches the porch and kisses Elijah's mouth, feeling him tense at first. He relaxes a little and Viggo's hopes are lifted. Maybe there is a chance for them after all. Maybe he should risk getting his heart broken after all. Because Elijah is worth it. He's worth everything. Anyway, it's only his heart, right?

~Auckland, 03:41 am, January 14th~

Harry's watching the people around him but not really seeing them. His mind is totally on Karl. Remembering his touch. He can still feel it, the echo of Karl, on his body. He doesn't want to concentrate on it too much. He doesn't want to embarass himself in this room full of people by getting a hard-on. But it's there. The light pressure of Karl's lips on his hipbone, the warmth of his breath on Harry's throat, the weight of Karl's hand against his heart.

Two weeks, he tells himself. It's only two weeks. Christ, he's managed longer than that without him. True, that was before they admitted they were in love, but it's only two weeks. Three hundred and thirty-six hours. Fourteen days and fourteen nights. One fortnight. He wonders if there's a way to make it souven ven less. Then he feels lonely.

~Berlin, 03:46 am, January 14th~

Orli flushes the toilet and heads back through to the bedroom. He stops at the foot of the bed and looks down at Dom. Can't get over being able to see him like this. Fuck, he tells himself, you've seen him naked before. Yeah, but not like this.

Not *his*. His naked Dominic, curled into sex-stained sheets. Smelling of love, of sweat and of Orli. Sexy as hell. Thick hair stuck at odd angles, wet with perspiration. Making noises that Orli wants to grow used to hearing. Deep snores punctuated with little half-sighs. Orli feels a tightness in his chest and thinks how ridiculous it is that he feels like crying right now. He looks away from Dom, to the window, muttering to himself.

"Pull yourself together. What the fuck's wrong with you? You're a grown man for fuck's sake..." He shakes his head, gets back into bed. Lifts Dom's head and slides his hip beneath it. Dom stirs briefly, stops snoring and smacks his lips together, and turns his head so his mouth is mashed against Orli's waist. Orli feels his tongue dart out, then Dom is snoring again. And Orli doesn't feel like crying any more.

~Los Angeles, 03:53 am, Janu14th14th~

"Elijah?"

"What?" Elijah looks up at him with a...Viggo can't think of any other way to describe that look than 'hunted.'

"Are you going to get undressed?"

"I need to use the bathroom."

"Okay." Viggo notices that Elijah's cheeks are flushed red as he passes him. He sits on the edge of the bed, stares at his hands. "I won't look, you know. If you don't want." Elijah stops in the doorway. His shoulders sag and he looks down at the floor. "Maybe if I switched the lights off?" Viggo continues.

Elijah looks back at him and this time his eyes are unreadable. "I need to use the bathroom," he repeats, and heads down the hall. Viggo hears the door close behind him.

~Auckland, 03:59 am, January 14th~

The television isn't helping. Karl thinks he remembers seeing this programme about polar bears before, on another sleepless night. Maybe they put it on every night at this time, he thinks, but he just doesn't see it every time. Because usually he's sleeping in Harry's arms, or fucking Harry, or out somewhere with Harry.

He jumps at a knock on the door. Checks the volume on the TV. He didn't think he had it *that* loud, for christsake. He mutes it anyway, muttering under his breath for whoever it is complaining to fuck off. They don't. There is another knock. Grumbling, he gets out of bed and pulls a pair of jeans on. Goes to the door and opens it. And stares.

He's not staring for long, though. His vision is suddenly full of Harry. Harry's eyes, Harry's smile, Harry's mouth.

"What the fuck?" he asks, when his lover finally lets him go.

"I decided not to go. Couldn't stop thinking about you. I'm not going without you. And I, uh..I missed my flight now. So we'll go tomorrow and they'll just have to wait. Right?"

"Will they wait?"

Harry shrugs. "If they don't, they don't. I'll go somewhere else. You're more important to me."

"Shit, Harry..."

"I mean it." Harry cups Karl's face in his hand and looks at him, into him. "I know what you think, but work isn't the be all and end all. Not for me."

"Glad to hear it. But still..this was a big opportunity. I would have coped, you know.."

Harry laughs. "No you wouldn't and you know it. Come on, let's get back to bed. I figure we'll go for a late flight tomorrow. Spend the day in bed." His hand drifts down Karl's side, curls around his hip and brushes his backside. And for an instant, staring into Harry's eyes, Karl forgets to breathe.

~Glasgow, 04:08 am, January 14th~

Billy's dreaming that he's asleep. That he wakes up and Sean isn't there beside him so he goes to look for him and finds him climbing out of the kitchen window. He hates that he can't control what he does in his dreams, because what he does is nothing. Sean looks round at him and smiles, puts a finger over his lips as if to say, 'this is a secret, don't tell,' and drops from the windowsill to the ground below. Billy can't even make himself go over to the window and watch his lover running away, because in dreams his feet feel like lead.

He wakes with a start, as though he has dropped onto the mattress frofew few feet. His heart is pounding and sweat is prickling in every pore. He turns his head, a short cry escaping him when he sees an empty pillow beside him. "Sean!" he calls out. There's no answer. Worrying, he gets out of bed and heads to the kitchen. Of course, Sean isn't there. Mentally, Billy kicks himself. He's never been psychic before, why would he start now?

He turns and is nearly knocked flat by Sean. Strong arms encircle him and Sean kisses his face, frowning with concern. "You look like you've seen a ghost..What's wrong, Billy?"

Billy is shaking with relief. "Where were you?"

"I woke up needing a piss." Sean smiles in realisation. "You were worried about me?"

Billy blushes a little. "I just..it was this dream I had.."

Sean hugs him a little tighter, kisses his hair. "Just a dream. I'm not about to leave. Hmm..and I thought *I* was the insecure one."

"I'm not insecure. I just worry about you."

"There's no need." Sean's lips are against his temple now, tracing a familiar path towards his ear, the side of his neck. "As you're up..."

Billy tilts his head, ear pressing to his shoulder, as Sean's mouth closes on the flesh of his neck. His teeth dig in and Billy whimpers quietly, leaning back against Sean's body. He feels boneless but that's okay because his lover is holding him up, solid against hisk. Sk. Sean's mouth releases him with a wet sound and he feels hot saliva running down his neck and sighs. Then there is breath in his ear and Sean is whispering to him and what he is whispering makes Billy smile and nod.

"I love you. I'll never, ever leave you as long as you love me too. I'm going nowhere. Except to bed, with you, right now."

~Los Angeles, 04:20 am, January 14th~

Elijah opens the bathroom door and steps out. He shuffles tiredly down the hall to his bedroom. "Sorry I took so long. I think I got a stomach up-." He stops. "Oh." He approaches the bed and sits down, looks around the room. "Viggo?is vis voice sounds small to him. There's a piece of notepaper folded over on his dresser. He crosses the room and picks it up, smoothing out the creases. Reads the few lines scrawled on it in blue biro.

Even though he doesn't believe he loves Viggo, his heart feels like it's breaking as he reads it. "Why'd you have to be so good with words?" he whispers. "Why couldn't you let me say this to you?"

~Auckland, 04:25 am, January 14th~

They're facing each other across the pillows, Harry running strands of Karl's hair between his thumb and forefinger. The sheets are folded down around their waists. Underneath them their naked bodies are pressed together, their legs entwined. But now they have plenty of time they are both too tired to fuck. It doesn't matter though. Karl feels so comfortable and so relaxed. His hand is resting on Harry's elbow, fingertips moving in small circles on the warm skin.

He moves closer when Harry stops fiddling with his hair and places his hand on the back of Karl's head. He watches Harry's eyes close as his fingers continue their circles. He listens to Harry's breathing change, lightly touches Harry's lips with his mouth as his lover drifts off to sleep.

~Berlin, 04:31 am, January 14th~

Ugh. Dom lifts his head, his lips peeling away from Orli's skin slowly. He runs his teeth over them, scraping off dried skin. Wets them with his tongue, groaning at the taste of his mouth.

"You're awake, then."

Dom opens one eye and looks up at Orli. "Umh."

"Just about, anyway. Good enough." That's when Dom realises that Orli's hand is curved over his backside and that now the grip is tightening, the fingers inching inwards.

"O-li.."

"Yes, Dominic?"

"Goh." Orli is too fucking awake for his own g- fuck! Dom jerks against Orli as a finger glides slickly into him. He's been fucking waiting! The bastard has been waiting! "Christ," he mutters, pushing himself back around the invading digit. Then it is gone and Orli is pulling him up, kissing his mouth.

"I can't get enough of you..."

"You fucking stopped," Dom replies, breathless.

"I can't have my finger in there, love."

"Why the hell not?"

"'Cause then I can't fit anything else in."

~Glasgow, 04:37 am, January 14th~

Billy's head hits the pillow, cushioned by Sean's hands. In so slow, pulling out unbearably slower, kiss warm by Billy's ear. Air enters Billy's lungs, air is breathed out through his open mouth in short gasps. He doesn't know how it's being done. He's just grateful his body can remember when he can't.

He brings his arms up, lifts his head slightly to slide his hands beneath it so they're reg ong on Sean's. He wants Sean to come, he wants to feel Sean's heat spilling into him, coursing through his lower body. He wants to hear his name bursting from Sean's mouth as his eyes close and his soul opens up. But he doesn't really want this to end.

~Los Angeles, 04:45 am, January 14th~

The covers are pulled up to Elijah's chin and he's staring at the ceiling through a veil of tears. Okay, he thinks. Viggo was right. He doesn't have a clue what love is. He is always going to throw it away when he's offered it. First Astin, then Orli..now Viggo. Although Orli, that was probably just the drink talking.

Elijah can imagine himself as a lonely old man and despite the heat of the night, he shivers. Pulls the covers up under his feet, folding them round himself like a cocoon. He thinks of Sean. His best friend. His personal Samwise. When Sean had approached him, tried to tell him how he felt, Elijah had laughed it off. Gave Sean the impression that he thought he was joking. So, of course, Sean had gone along with it. Said things like, "I can't believe I thought you would fall for that!"

But the truth was that Elijah was terrified by the revelation. He didn't know what was going on inside him at that time. He was still trying to work out why he kept watching Viggo so much, rather than Liv. Trying to work out why, when he thought about it, maybe kissing Sean wouldn't be so bad. Why he might even enjoy it. And he knew that Sean hadn't been joking. He had seen that serious look in Sean's eyes. He knew his best friend well enough to know that he wouldn't joke about something so important as love. He had seen the looks that Chrissy had given him when she thought he wasn't looking. Especially when he spent time with Sean, entertaining his friend's daughter.

He remembers what Sean had said, when he'd found out about Elijah and Viggo. "If you ever need someone to talk about it with, just call me. Call me for anything, whenever you want." He had taken Elijah by the shoulders and his face was the most serious that Elijah could ever remember seeing it. "I mean it. I'll always be there for you."

Elijah reaches for the phone.


~end.