Empire of the Crumb

Breadcrumbs challenge 3: Empire of the Crumb
Author: Foofy
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Don't know 'em, never happened. Boo!
Challenger: bijouatweb
Summary: Dave discovers that Sean and Karl’s idea of a massage is more complicated than he ever imagined. Warnings: Bondage (kinda)

Original challenge: well....Sean's inviting Dave to a massage treatment. The masseur turns out to be karl because S&K have planned this to seduce virgin Dave. But before Dave could realize this, he's already restrained to the massage table. So they can have their way with him....but he should like it sooner or later...

The following must be in it: Dave's boxers with comics on it, Angie by the Stones playing in the background, vanilla scented massage oil and the phrase...'leave me alone, you crazy buggers'.

*

“ You’re nuts,”

“ Will you do it?”

“ You’re still nuts,”

“ That’s really not an answer. Or at least, an answer that’s particularly useful. Yes or no, Karl?”

There was a long, long pause.

“ Sure,” he said finally. “ I’ll do it. But for the record-“

” Yes,” sighed Sean. “ I’m nuts. Duly noted,”

There was another long pause. After all, what else was there to say?

“ Tonight?” queried Karl lightly. Sean smiled wolfishly.

” Oh, I’m sure that can be arranged,”

And so it came to pass. The Big Boy Sauna Parlour was open for business.

*

David had no idea what he was doing when he had accepted Sean’s invitation, and, whilst standing outside the address, he realised this really hadn’t changed much. Who on earth gave invitations out for a massage anyway? Or at least, to relative strangers anyway. Surely the normal fashion was simply to invite the newcomer out for a drink or a meal or *something* else.

Okay, not that he was a newcomer, as such. He had been here for some time now, getting on three months, and had a close enough social relationship with the other cast members he saw about on the set of the Two Towers and occasionally one or two scenes in Return of the King. Karl Urban, for example, was a regular down at the pub, although he was far too good at pool for his own good. Someone was definitely going to find another use for the white ball should Karl keep that smirk up.

Sean Bean was another matter. Regardless of how close their characters were, Dave hadn’t actually met the man more than the occasional half hour during the cast get togethers, mostly organised by one of the hobbits or Orlando Bloom. He knew enough to recognise him from a distance, knew enough not to get Sean started on Sheffield United otherwise they’d be there all day, but other than that the man was a mini mystery, not assisted by the fact that drink and Yorkshire accent didn’t quite go together to form an understandable sentence. Quite often Sean had had to go into a posh English accent whenever David looked blanker than normal just to get himself understood.

Dave looked at the door then down at his watch. He was early. Was that okay? After all, how much did Sean need to prepare for this massage thing anyway? David was sincerely hoping it would be simply one of Sean’s friends wanting to practise their talents for half an hour and then they could move on to watching television or drinking a bottle of wine and talking shop, for example.

Well, he couldn’t wait outside Sean’s house for the next century for fuck’s sake. Worse came to worse and he could fiddle around with a bottle of wine in the man’s kitchen for the next ten minutes.

Sean opened the door on the second knock.

“ You’re early,” he commented cheerfully. “ Didn’t realise you were so enthusiastic. Come in,”

The blonde stepped aside to allow Dave entrance into the room. Thrusting the bottle of wine he had picked up at the local store into Sean’s hands, Dave stepped in. Sean glanced at the bottle, slightly surprised.

“ You didn’t have to get a bottle you know,” Sean grinned at him.

“ Yeah, well, you didn’t have to invite me,” Dave grinned back at him. Okay, this felt easier than he had imagined, and this was *before* the wine had even been opened. Perhaps this was the start of a good friendship after all. Sean shrugged and turned to lead him into the living room.

“ Well, I’m not one to turn down alcohol when it’s thrust upon me, so I’ll just say thanks very much and d’you want a glass of it?” Sean tossed over his shoulder as they entered the room. Dave was about to answer when the massage table in the middle of the room caught his eye. Very professional. Very nice. Very white and wipeable as well, but he was sure you weren’t supposed to notice that. An array of little bottles lined the nearby table, the majority in neutral shades although there were one or two shocking colours amongst them. Several fluffy white towels sat neatly on a nearby sofa.

“ You do this often?” queried Dave, eying the table. Sean had already moved towards some glasses standing on a nearby table and almost missed this. Green eyes glanced back in query.

“ Sorry?” The bottle was opened swiftly and with a practised hand.

“ This massage thing. Do you do it often?” Dave took the offered glass and looked back at the table. There were a few white straps which were dangling from it as though the material was from a skinned octopus. It was a surprisingly fascinating object. It almost dominated the living room in which it sat.

Sean chuckled to himself. “ Not as much as I would like,” he confessed. “ It’s more sort of a … hobby,”

“ Hobby? I thought you had someone coming in to do it?” Dave glanced at him. Sean shrugged.

“ Well, when I say that I really mean assisting someone else’s hobby. But they know my back and my aches and pains far too well now, not to mention the fact that I refuse some of the more exotic oils. Thought it was time for someone else to reap the pleasures,” the Brit took a mouthful of his own drink and glanced at the table. “ Besides which, someone told me that you had a bad back from a fall recently.”

“ Yeah, well,” David felt uncomfortable and embarrassed. “ Fraid I don’t make a great ranger in reality,”

“ What happened?” Sean took another mouthful of wine. Dave watched him in surprise for a moment, then drank a little more of his own.

“ Well…,” he sighed. “ You’ll only hear about it later, I suppose. I fell over my own cloak. Got my foot caught up in it when I was sitting down, tried to get up and just went straight down as my leg got tangled up. And stop laughing!”

“ Me?” Sean coughed back the laughter. “ I wouldn’t dream of laughing at my little brother! Even if he is a clumsy muppet,” the grin aimed at him was cheerful and honest enough for Dave to smile back at him.

“ So when are they coming?” asked Dave with a nod towards a table. Sean shrugged.

“ He said he’d be here in about half an hour,” There was a look of surprise at Dave’s incredulous turn of the head. Sean's eyes showed distinct concern. “ Sorry, is there a problem?”

“ No, no problem,” David said hastily. “ I just wasn’t expecting a .. well, a ‘he’ to be honest.”

Sean’s eyebrow hadn’t returned to its usual place. There was a distinct look of caution on the blonde’s face as though he wasn’t sure whether to push something.

” You sure you’re not bothered? I know some guys have a problem with other men’s hands on their bodies. It’s okay if you don’t want to,” Sean’s voice was soft and understanding. Dave felt an absolute bastard for commenting.

“ God, no. I’m fine with it. It just took me by surprise, that’s all,” Dave smiled back winningly. Sean watched him for a few moments as though to assess whether he was being genuine, then smiled again and looked back at the table thoughtfully.

“ Good. I didn’t think you’d mind. You don’t seem to be the worrying type,” he commented. Dave frowned at him.

” Worrying type?” he echoed. “ I wouldn’t say I don’t worry on occasion, Sean. You know, on the usual things,”

” Work, money and women, eh?” Sean grinned. Dave laughed.

“ Yeah, something like that. Although I’d be lucky if I met a woman I had to worry over. I’m afraid the work’s taking over the relationship side of my life at the moment, being the greedy bastard that it is,” Dave shrugged and took another sip of wine. “ You?”

“ Divorce number three,” replied Sean with a grim smile. Dave almost split his drink.

“ Shit, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-“

” Oh, don’t worry. I’m not about to sob on your shirtsleeves,” Sean shrugged and finished his glass of wine. “ It’s just that I can see the benefits of not having to worry about the women side of things. Why buy the cow when you can just purchase the milk?”

“ I guess,” Dave’s voice was cautious. Sean glanced at him and chuckled.

” Sorry. Ask me in a couple of months time and I’m sure my outlook would have changed once again. Something with a little less cynicism and a lot more chocolate, no doubt,” he winked and took hold of the bottle, pouring another glass. David didn’t stop him when his own drink was topped up. Sean sat back down on the sofa and made himself comfortable. “ You can sit, you know.”

“ Sorry,” David hastily took a seat.

Sean shook his head with a rueful smile. “ I’ve made you uncomfortable haven’t I?” he sighed. “ Look, let’s just drink and forget about that side of things, okay? If things go to plan, women are the last thing that should be plaguing your mind tonight. I want you to *relax*,”

“ Okay,” Relax. He could do that. David took another sip of his wine which was more of a gulp, and tried to settle down. However, he could feel the alcohol playing on the edges of his concerns, slowly but gradually whittling them away to a hazy memory.

When there was a knock at the door about half an hour later, the relaxing was well on its way to becoming reality. Sean gave an apologetic look and disappeared towards the front door. There was some murmuring in the hallway. Dave focused on the table again. So stark. So functional.

He glanced up again as Sean entered the room, immediately trying to see their visitor. However, Sean shook his head.

“ Apparently there’s a new technique he wants to try out on you,” he said apologetically. “ Would that be okay?”

“ New technique?” David had no desire to be a guinea pig here. Apparently his fears were extremely clear on his face as Sean laughed again.

“ Don’t look so nervous! It won’t hurt. It’s focusing on new sensations,”

Dave tried to look less cautious. He failed miserably. Sean smiled gently at him.

“ Trust me. All it’ll be is you blindfolded for a while. It opens up your sense of touch and sensation through your body, allows you to fully focus on what he’s doing,” Sean sounded convincing enough. David scanned the green eyes once more and found nothing more alarming than a slight drunken feel to him. Well, they had managed to progress to two other bottles in the time Massage Guy, Man of Mystery, decided to show his face. Or lack of it, anyway.

“ Do I get to know the name of my captor?” David asked dryly. Sean glanced behind him towards the hall, then back again with an apologetic air.

” Nah. Sorry. But don’t worry, you’ll know soon enough. Just not yet,”

“ Why does it matter that I know his name?” Dave was honestly baffled. Sean shrugged.

“ Fuck knows. I certainly don’t. But it’ll make him happy, and sod it, he owes me a couple of pints. Gotta stay the right side of him, eh?” Sean’s grin was infectious. Dave nodded slowly.

“ Okay,”

“ Good lad. Knew you would. You okay to start, by the way? Don’t want to rush you. Finish your drink if you want,” Sean was already turning busily to the equipment. Dave took a glance at the half drunk glass and felt the alcohol already swimming around his veins give a friendly wave to his nervous system. Drink was abandoned as a Seriously Bad Idea.

“ What d’you want me to do?” Dave stood up and watched the industrious exploits of Sean. Sean glanced at him, his eyes running down Dave’s body in assessment.

“ The top can come off for a start. And he normally prefers…,” Sean visibility hesitated, then shook his head. “ Nah, that’s okay. You’re a beginner,”

“ What does he normally prefer?” Dave asked patiently. Sean looked at him cautiously.

“ You sure?” he said in a way that stated that he doubted this very much. Dave nodded and stripped off his sweater and t-shirt, putting them on a chair. Sean shrugged, and turned back to the items.

“ He normally prefers the trousers off as well. Don’t worry about that if you don’t want to though, it’s not as if…,” Sean trailed off as Dave calmly stepped out of his shoes, and unbuckled his belt. The Brit grinned and shrugged. “ Suit yourself. Although are those brown socks I see?” his voice was incredulous.

“ There was a sale on,” Dave felt defensive about his brown socks. Sean laughed to himself.

“ Can’t imagine why they would have to sell off mud-brown socks in a sale,” he murmured. “ After all, they’re the height of fashion!”

Dave swatted at him. Sean grinned at him again and gestured to the table. His eyes fell to Dave’s chosen underwear.

” Is that Spiderman?” he queried lightly.

” Shut up, Sean,”

“ No, honestly, I’m rubbish at the comic characters apart from the ones that end up near the back of The Sun,” There was a wide, easy going grin on Sean’s face. “ Although this is the first time I’ve seen them on boxers before,”

“ You obviously don’t visit the right shops,” Dave shifted himself to the table. “ On stomach I assume?”

“ Obviously I don’t,” agreed Sean. “ And yes, please,”

As soon as Dave was comfortable on his stomach, Sean flopped a towel over his middle and carefully put a blindfold over Dave’s eyes. With the world suddenly vanished behind a white shield, things really did start to take on an eerie edge. Sean’s voice seemed to be so much louder, his accent more defined. Dave found himself concentrating on every whisp of clothes moving, every shuffle on the carpet, every light breath. He could have sworn he could now smell the light aftershave that Sean was wearing where once he couldn’t, despite being sat right next to him.

“ You okay?” Sean’s voice was definitely louder.

” Yeah, I’m good,” David adjusted his position slightly and sighed.

“ Great. I’ll be right back,” Sean adjusted something on the table and moved away. Dave could hear his feet as he padded over carpet, then suddenly a low melody started from a CD player somewhere in the room. It wasn’t a song that he immediately recognised, but it had a lot of bass. Dave began to relax slightly and simply waited for whatever time might bring.

*

“ You ready?” Sean didn’t think that Dave would be able to hear all the way out here in the hall, but he had half shut the door just in case and switched on the CD player. He had no idea what was actually on the damn thing, but at least it didn’t seem too bad at this stage. The blonde looked back at Karl who was looking a little more hangdog than usual. Sean’s frown deepened.

” What?”

Karl glanced towards the door then back again. Sean sighed.

“ He’ll be fine. Wasn’t it you who thought he was bisexual in the first place? There’s no woman on the horizon and there’s no problems. Trust me. He squeals too much and we’ll just let him go. Okay?” Confident green eyes scanned hesitant hazel ones.

“ But what happens if-“

“ Karl, stop it. We start playing the “what if” game, we’ll never get anything done. For fuck sake, how did you ever pluck up courage to pounce on me?” Sean rolled his eyes. Karl put on a stubborn look.

” You were easy,”

“ Charming,” drawled Sean. “ Just what are you suggesting with that, or shouldn’t I ask?”

“ Not in that sense,” snapped Karl in a low voice. “ You’d laugh it off, or possibly punch me. Dave’s different. He’s …,” The younger man trailed off and waved a hand expressively. Sean looked at him incredulously.

“ Let me guess. He’s a sweet innocent virgin who plaits his hair and makes daisy chains and doesn’t have a bad thought in his little mind,” Sean shook his head and grinned to himself. Karl scowled in his direction.

” Stop taking the piss. You know what I mean. He might take it the wrong way,”

“ Unless you’re being particularly experimental tonight with positions there’s only a few ways he can possibly take it-“ Sean laughed to himself as Karl hit him hard on the arm, the blonde grinning back at him. “ Okay, so you’re worried we’re going to corrupt him?”

” Yes!”

“ Good!” Sean waved the aching arm towards the room. “ Get in there and start corrupting, young man,”

Karl glared at him then glared at the door of the room as though it too had played a part in the proceedings. Sean watched him for a few moments, then put his arm around the younger man’s shoulders, his mouth inches away from Karl’s ear. Warm breath tickled Karl’s skin.

“ I know you want to do this,” murmured Sean. “ And trust me, once we start on him, Dave’ll want to do it too. Believe me, sweetheart.”

Karl shivered under the touch, his glare softening a little further as he gazed at the room. Turning his head, he stared back at Sean uncertainly.

” And if he really hates it we let him go?”

“ Sure,” Sean nodded his agreement to that. “ I don’t want my little brother trying to kill me on screen. Ruin the whole father son plotline that would. Go on, Karl. Seize hold of that desire and get on with it,”

Karl nodded slowly. Sean grinned and gave him a gentle push towards the door. After a narrowed look back, Karl slowly moved to walk through the door, Sean following him. The blonde could see that Dave hadn’t moved much since he had left him, which was a good thing. He watched Karl move towards the table and grinned quietly to himself, before wandering to the other side of the table.

The shiver that ran through David’s body was clear to everyone as Karl laid his hand on the small of his back, his palm flat to warm skin. Sean had deliberately ensured that the heating was on full blast, and a thin sheen of sweat was already visible on Dave’s skin. Sean looked up at Karl and grinned at him again; the younger man’s eyes were still set on Dave as though hypnotised.

A bottle of oil passed to him soon snapped him out of this daze. Karl stared at the bottle, then stared up at Sean who was watching him like a hawk watched a mouse. Bottle was accepted, oil poured into his waiting palm. And finally slick palms started to attack Dave’s skin, the light smell of vanilla mingling in the warm air of the room.

It didn’t take long before the Australian was catching the light even more than before; Karl worked quietly but with dedication and determination, his hands sliding all over Dave’s back, caressing, kneading, occasionally working in one area to un-knot a few muscles. Interspaced through all of this was the gentle sighing of the man he was working on, a soft, relaxed noise like a contented baby. Sean was beginning to suspect should they move Dave’s arm it would be as weak and floppy as though made of jelly.

Karl caught his eye again. Sean grinned a toothy grin of the predator, and moved closer to Dave’s ear.

“ You okay?” he murmured. Dave gave another sleepy moan of approval as Karl’s hands slid over his shoulders.

“ I’ll take that as a yes. You okay to go onto the next step?” Sean’s eyes flickered towards Karl who was watching them with amusement.

“ Next step?” queried Dave sleepily.

“ Just further sensations. Different textures, that sort of thing,” Sean’s voice had dipped even lower, a seductive purr in Dave’s ear.

” ‘Kay,” Dave was almost drifting into sleep. Sean glanced towards Karl and nodded once; Karl moved to the side of the bed and started to gently lie the straps over Dave’s back one by one. At the touch of the first one across his back, Dave shivered slightly; by the second one at the base of his back he was back in relaxed mode. Sean slowly wrapped the linen straps around Dave’s wrists lightly, gently, ensuring that they weren’t tight until they needed it to be. Finally he looked up, satisfied.

Karl’s eyes moved to Sean in query. Sean moved towards the other side and started to fasten them, essentially strapping Dave to the table. Karl had already moved to the bottom of the table, ready.

Sean’s hands started to smooth the oil already on Dave’s skin as Karl gently moved the towel back and swiftly placed another strap over Dave’s thighs. However, the action was duly noted. Dave shifted, then realised his shifting abilities had been severely hampered.

“ What the…? Sean?” Dave’s voice was one of honest perplexity, as though the universe had altered when he hadn’t been looking. He shifted again just as Sean tightened the strap. Suddenly his voice took on a more nervous tint. “ Sean? What the fuck are you two doing?”

“ Calm down, Dave,” soothed Sean.

” Calm *down*? I can’t move more than a few inches! Is this part of the next step?”

“ Definitely. *Calm down*,” Sean’s hands were back on his back, gently stroking. Faintly muttering, reluctant but obeying, Dave settled down again. Sean could feel the tension in the younger man’s body under his palms, and glanced towards Karl. Karl was simply looking down at their captive, that far away look on his face which suggested that fantasies were being shown in the deep cinema of the mind.

“ You want to tell me why the towel’s been moved?” Dave obviously wasn’t that confident. Sean grinned to himself.

” Next step,” he offered.

“ How many steps are there to go?” the suspicion in the younger man’s voice was only too clear. Karl was still staring down at Dave as though caught in the web of open fascination. Sean resisted the urge to snap his fingers under Karl’s nose and simply looked at him until the man realised he was wanted. Questioning hazel eyes glanced at him. Sean raised an eyebrow. Karl gave him a sleepy grin and moved forwards, his hands back on Dave’s skin.

The yelp that Dave gave as the hands slid underneath his Spiderman boxers was almost enough to break through the background music, which Sean faintly recognised as Angie by the Stones. Dave started to struggle again, a little more urgently.

“ What the fuck-?” the younger man panted, his fear showing through his voice.

“ Dave-“

” No, I will not calm down, Sean! I thought this was supposed to be for the back only?” Dave stiffened as Karl’s hands seized hold of the boxers and carefully tugged them down, having to carefully navigate bonds and Dave’s squirming. Dave’s voice was almost pleading.

“ We had other plans,” Sean said dryly.

“ *What* other plans?” Dave asked desperately. “ For fuck sake, leave me alone you crazy buggers!”

Sean didn’t bother to reply. Instead he carefully took hold of the blindfold and slowly removed it. Angry and frightened blue eyes glared back at him. Dave squirmed again against the straps. Sean smiled down at him, amusement clear. Dave growled.

“ If this is some daft practical joke, Sean, I’m not laughing. I heard what you and Viggo did to Orli that night,”

” He could walk afterwards,” Sean dismissed this with a wave of the hand. Dave was about to retort something back when the other member of the group suddenly came into view. The words died on his lips. Sean noticed the expression and grinned.

“ Karl?” The whisper was incredulous. Sean laughed.

“ Well, it isn’t his stunt double,” the blonde replied. “ Karl? You want to continue?”

Dave squirmed once more as Karl put his hand on the small of his back, his eyes pleading up at Sean. Sean ignored him without much fuss, simply watching as Karl began to drift his touch down Dave’s spine, feather tight touches on the soft firm skin. Dave moaned a curse lightly, and struggled again, before stilling entirely. His breathing had taken the soft panting of the fearful. Sean gently began to play with the man’s hair, still watching Karl as he slowly slid his oil coated hands over the mounds of Dave's buttocks and gently ran his fingers into the cleft.

The effect was electric. Dave all but bucked against the table, the panting becoming louder in the air.

“ Please, stop it!” he was begging now. “ I’m straight, you know I am, so *stop it*,”

Sean could see Karl hesitate, and shook his head angrily at him. Thankfully the lust was beginning to work for Sean’s favour; after a long pause, Karl was back at work. Dave let out a long and shaky gasp as oil coated fingers played over his inner-most areas, fingers occasionally moving down between his legs to brush against his balls.

And the pleas had ceased, the begs dried up. Sean watched Dave’s expression, the blue eyes losing focus as they concentrated on the sheer sensation of Karl’s fingers brushing over his entrance, his mouth slightly open as though frozen mid-protest.

“ Karl?” purred Sean. “ Perhaps a little more?”

Karl had already obtained the bottle. Pouring further oil directly onto Dave’s back, his other hand redirected it to the correct areas. Dave let out a whimper, his eyes staring but unseeing as Karl’s fingers slowly breached him. Sean could see the look of concentration on Karl’s face, the determination that this should be slow and careful, and smiled to himself.

He managed to get Dave’s attention back as he started to take off his own jumper. Blue eyes stared at him in frank amazement, as though the suggestion hadn’t even occurred to him. Then suddenly his eyes were filled with panic; Karl’s arm stopped as though it had hit a barrier, the younger man’s eyes looking up in query. At the sight of Sean already half naked, Karl sighed.

” You were supposed to give him time to adjust,” he reminded Sean idly.

” He’s had time,” Sean’s hands were on his belt, unfastening. “ Dave’s okay, aren’t you?”

“ No!” Dave struggled for a brief second before losing power again as Karl’s fingers wiggled inside him. Sean shrugged.

“ Well, he’ll be fine,” the amendment was smooth.

“ Fuck you, Sean,” panted Dave angrily. Sean looked thoughtful.

” Maybe later. For now, let’s just focus on you, eh?” the slow, lazy grin inserted itself here. “ You want Karl to stop, little princess?”

Dave hesitated. Sean grinned wider.

” Thought not,” he murmured. “ Karl?”

Karl was slowly able to continue as Dave began to relax a little more. The rest of Sean’s clothing was deposited on the floor, Sean’s golden body flattered by the low light in the room. Karl’s eyes flickered to him in interest, Sean standing completely unselfconsciously as though he were the one dressed, his rock hard erection almost tight against his stomach. Sheer confidence spoke out in his posture.

Dave was simply staring at him in shock. Karl could feel the man tremble underneath his palm, through his touch. He could see Dave’s breathing begin to increase, still ragged but deeper as though he was running a marathon. Perhaps it might be okay after all. One finger slowly became two; after the initial wince from Dave, they were already flowing smoothly into his body.

“ Sean,” The voice that left the shell of David Wenham wasn’t entirely that of an adult male. “ What are you doing?”

“ It’s okay, puppy,” Sean ruffled Dave’s hair. “ We’re just taking it to the next step,”

“ And that would be?” Dave had to wet his lips before speaking. Sean smiled at him gently.

“ Oh, I’m sure we have a number of suggestions. Don’t we, Karl?” Green eyes flickered over Dave’s shoulder to Karl. Karl grinned back and moved into the third finger stage, feeling the light shudder of the man underneath him as he did so. Dave groaned as Karl began to corkscrew his fingers within him, gently stretching the man.

“ You can’t treat me like this,” Dave panted.

“ I think I’m looking at some rather conclusive proof to suggest that we can,” grinned Sean. Dave flashed him a desperate, angry look, before shutting his eyes as Karl continued to finger fuck him.

“ You had this planned?” the gasp forced the words from his mouth. Sean smiled lazily.

“ The table didn’t arrive by itself, princess,” his voice was back to low and seductive. “ We’ll make sure you like it, Dave. Honestly,”

“ I’m straight, you fucking bastard,” groaned Dave as Karl continued to breach him. “ How dare you do this to me,”

“ Straight, eh? So if we were to flip you, you’d certainly wouldn’t be hard and ready for action, eh?” Sean looked at him in interest. Dave avoided his gaze and growled softly. The smile widened slightly on Sean’s face. “ Thought not,” he said softly.

Dave looked like he was wrestling with a few further emotions. Finally he stared back at Sean with a look that spoke of thunder clouds in the background, lightning flashes in his eyes. Sean’s grin faltered slightly, trying to assess the man in front of him. Dave shook his head.

” Well? Get on with it,” he growled, not bothering to look at him, his eyes shutting closed.

“ Sorry?” Sean was slightly taken aback. “ Get on with what, exactly?”

“ If you want me to suck you, you’ll have to move closer,” panted Dave, opening his eyes a fraction in order to look at him. And suddenly it was Sean’s turn to be cautious; green eyes glanced towards Karl, then at Dave again as though this would in some way tell him whether the mouth he would put one of his most sensitive parts in would suck or bite.

“ Thought you were straight,” Sean commented.

“ I thought *you* were straight as well. Shows how much we can get mistaken, eh?” Dave didn’t quite have the look of one who was blissfully happy, but at least it wasn’t trying to kill people. “ I take it this is the reason behind divorce number three?”

Karl’s fingers paused mid slide. Sean straightened slightly, his grin slipping.

“ No,” he said finally. “ That was just life, work and apparently me being unsupportive and a general all round bastard. Karl introduced me to this sort of thing,” Sean avoided Karl’s gaze on him. Dave eyed him warily.

” I don’t believe you,” he said, but his voice betrayed him. No one tended to go that colour unless nerves had been struck, and Sean no longer looked the proud young lion patrolling his territory. Now he looked like an old hunter, struck down by a hunter’s spear and waiting for death to turn up and take possession of his soul.

” Sean,” Karl’s voice travelled to him. “ Shut the fuck up and focus on the situation in hand, mate,” Despite his words his voice was anxious. Sean’s eyes flickered back at the younger man, the blonde giving a snort of laughter before returning to life in front of Dave’s eyes.

“ He’s right,” the Brit looked a lot happier with Karl’s suggestion. “ I’ll give you a history lesson later on, Dave. For now, let’s focus on the fun bits,”

“ Fun for who?” grumbled Dave, but it was without the bitterness. Sean trailed his fingers down Dave’s cheek and smiled at him.

“ We won’t hurt you, princess,” he said softly.

” Unless you want us to,” added Karl. A look of exasperation crossed Sean’s face.

“ Don’t worry. He’s always keen for that side of things,” Sean ruffled Dave’s hair. Confused but wary blue eyes sought him out.

“ That side of things being…?” the voice had a definite element of knowing he really didn’t want to find out. Sean paused, considering, then smiled again.

” Let’s cover that bit a little later on as well, eh?”

“ How little is the period we’re talking?” Dave had an alarmed look on his face. Sean shot Karl a look-what-you’ve-started expression, then smiled back at Dave.

” Not tonight,” he clarified. Dave relaxed a little more onto the table, his eyes flickering to Sean’s arousal in assessment. Sean, noticing the focus, shifted his weight onto the balls of his feet then back again, his eyes going to Karl briefly before returning to Dave.

“ So?” Dave almost addressed Sean’s cock with that statement. Sean felt his erection twitch with the idea of moving on to pastures new, new experiences. To boldly go where no man had gone before, in fact. Finally blue eyes raised to green as their owner realised that Sean wasn’t getting any closer. Dave looked confused, as well he might.

“ I thought the idea was for you two to have your wicked way with me?” Dave asked slowly. “ I’m not seeing much of the ‘wick’ here.”

Sean met Karl’s steady gaze coming from the other direction and scowled in embarrassment at him. Karl grinned, mostly to himself, and gently twisted his fingers still buried in Dave’s body. There was a gasp from the man on the table who suddenly found that the universe’s focus had shifted yet again. Hazel eyes looked back at Sean in a further question, although this one had sarcastic overtones.

Sean finally gave in to temptation, although remarkably cautiously for such a statement. Dave’s blue eyes met his own briefly, before the younger man opened his mouth and gave a puppy lick to the head of Sean’s cock. Sean’s eyes fluttered shut at the contact, his hips subconsciously jutting forwards as though pleading for more. Cautious tongue slowly dragged along sensitive soft skin, lapping at the contours, brushing every sensitive spot Sean possessed and flickering into every crack and hole. Sean groaned his approval of this, moving forward, his hands already running through short red-gold hair as warm mouth surrounded his flesh, gently sucking at first, then growing more confident.

Techniques could wait. Training could wait. For now it was only the sheer sensation of Dave’s tongue over his length, flickering like a snake’s tongue over the head of Sean’s cock, before Dave took him as deep as he dared. Sean groaned again as Dave continued, the younger man straining against the bonds as he tried to get into a position where he could actually do a little more without the fear of suffocation. Karl slowed his own movements down, simply watching in fascination.

Finally Dave broke off, gasping a little, his voice ragged but still strong.

“ Get me off this fucking table, guys,” he pleaded. Sean’s eyes met Karl’s. Karl’s eyes narrowed. Sean’s were still focused entirely on the lack of Dave on what was now a seriously demanding area, a pleading element entering them. Don’t care what, don’t care how, just keep it going for fucks sake.

Karl slowly slid his fingers inside Dave again and felt the man shudder underneath him.

“ And why,” he said slowly, taking over Sean’s command position whilst the blonde was hot and bothered. “ should we do that, princess?”

“ Come on, Karl, please!” Dave gasped. “ You can’t do me on this table anyway, and you know it. The weight’ll break it,”

“ You calling me fat?” Karl managed to bite back a grin.

” No, I’m calling the pair of us *heavy*, and that’s without the rocking action I assume you’re going to be employing,” There was definite frustration in Dave’s voice. “ Come on, Karl!”

Karl’s eyes sought out Sean again. The Brit was almost swaying on his feet, his cheeks flushed, a light shine on his cheeks from the sweat. Apparently there was no argument from that quarter about the whole idea.

“ You going to behave?” he asked slowly, sliding his fingers in and out again, this time with three.

” Nnnnnngh!” Dave arched his back and almost howled out his answer. “ Yes!”

“ It’s not as if you don’t know what to do if he does misbehave,” came Sean’s contribution, apparently the desire lessening slightly more to allow him the power of speech. Dave paused at this little statement, but Karl didn’t care. His fingers kept working, feeling the man squirm underneath him, getting used to the invasion. Finally he pulled out his fingers to a little noise of loss from Dave.

“ Okay,”

“ Yeah?” Whatever disappointment Dave had had for the removal of the fingers completely vanished at this point. Karl grinned to himself.

“ Yeah,” he confirmed. “ Sean?”

Sean’s hands removed the bonds at Dave’s head whilst Karl busied himself with the straps at the rear. Finally Dave slowly sat up, rubbing his wrists and looking from Karl to Sean as though about to cross a busy main road. Sean narrowed his eyes. Karl waited for Dave’s action.

Finally Dave slid off the table and stood still in the centre of the room, looking at the floor in front of him. Karl’s eyes met Sean’s, the blonde giving a faint shrug. Finally, slowly, Dave’s head moved to look round at Sean. Karl watched as Sean’s eyes narrowed further as in question, then jumped as Dave all but sprang on him like a lion on a weakened gazelle. He saw Sean’s eyes widen in surprise, the older man take one step backwards before David had already toppled him, the sound of Sean hitting the carpet loud in the room, Dave already trying to straddle the man’s legs, his hands grabbing hold of Sean’s wrists and pinning them to the ground.

“ You do that to me again without telling me first and I’m not going to be happy,” Dave growled pretty much in Sean’s face. Sean scowled at him, but in a way that spoke that the Brit hadn’t neglected to notice that it was *his* backup who was still stood behind Dave. The safety net was still in place.

“ You expecting to come back?” Sean relaxed under Dave’s weight and simply looked up at him, a slight smirk still present. Dave rocked his hips slightly. Smirk vanished entirely.

“ Oh, been thinking about it. And do you know what else I’ve been thinking of, Sean?” Dave confided, his voice dropping slightly as though sharing a secret. Sean looked wary. Dave bent lower. “ I’ve been thinking of how to get my own back on you,” he whispered.

“ Dave, get off him,” Karl was amused but knew damn well Sean was going to take it back out on him should he fail to give a little in the way of backup here. Dave glanced over his shoulder, then looked back at Sean who at least was taking him seriously by the narrowed look in his eyes. Dave glanced back at Sean, and grinned, a low, slow smile that spoke of sneaky revenge. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon. And wouldn’t that be fun?

“ Sure,” he pushed himself up and slid off him, his eyes flickering over his shoulder again.

“ Not sure that was technically behaving,” mused Karl thoughtfully. Innocence shone in Dave’s eyes at this.

“ Sorry. Got carried away,” Dave grinned towards Sean in amusement. Sean slowly sat up, his eyes fixed on Dave, a grim smile on his face. Certain people were enjoying this a lot more than Sean had given credit for, and certain people weren’t as naïve as he had imagined either. Sneaky.

Dave’s eyes slid down to Sean’s still present erection thoughtfully. Sean’s heart quickened again, studying him thoughtfully, managing not to move a muscle as the younger man moved closer to him again. Dave noticed the tense position of the muscles and gave Sean a surprised look.

“ I’m not *that* scary, surely?”

“ Anyone can be scary when they’re focused that hard on my cock, mate,” Sean raised an eyebrow. Dave gave a chuckle of laughter and reached to stroke him lightly. Sean shivered at the touch, and glanced desperately at Karl, who was watching them with a hunger that wasn’t difficult to see. “ You ever going to get undressed, Karl?”

“ What?” Karl snapped out of his current daze and nodded once. “ Right.”

Dave paused in his explorations, looking over his shoulder as Karl finally started to rid his body of the material that still plagued it. Karl was suddenly aware of two sets of eyes on him and slowed his movements, watching them both carefully.

“ Didn’t you have things to do?” he asked pointedly. Dave grinned and moved back towards Sean, the palm of his hand put lightly on Sean’s chest and slowly pushing him down to lie on the floor. The younger man knelt over the lower half of Sean’s body, the Brit’s erection slowly taken into his mouth, Dave’s arse still high in the air as though in invitation.

“ Thought you said he was a virgin?” gasped Sean towards Karl as Dave started lapping at his cock again. Dave paused and gave him a hard look.

“ If you’re referring to sleeping with guys, then yes. Other than that, no. And messing around with your cock is hardly rocket science, Sean,” Dave stroked Sean’s rock hard arousal with a hand and smiled at the full body shiver that this managed to produce in the over stimulated blonde. He glanced over his shoulder again at Karl who was now stripped and ready, his eyes fixed on Dave. Dave’s smile faltered briefly, before coming back in full force and turning his attention back onto Sean.

Sean whimpered and groaned as Dave took him back deep into his mouth, his hands keeping balance, his control much better now he was away from the restricting table. Sean opened his eye as Dave suddenly paused mid lick, as though turned into a statue. Karl’s hand rested lightly on Dave’s back, marking his presence. Blue eyes were inwardly focused, caution showing clearly within them.

“ Dave?” Sean asked softly. Said blue eyes shifted towards him in answer. Dave still didn’t move, not even when Karl moved to position himself behind the Australian, his hands now resting either side of Dave’s hips. There was the faintest of whimpers from Dave; had his lips not been around his cock, Sean doubted whether he would have even noticed. But the vibrations spoke for themselves.

The vibrations spoke a little louder as Dave suddenly yelped. Sean almost jumped in shock, and stared over at Karl who had one of the largest smirks known to man resting on his face. His right hand had moved from hip to between Dave’s legs, caressing him gently. It was this gentle torture that had apparently sparked the concern, although the concern was soon to melt into groans and whimpers as Karl continued. Every so often Dave would try to focus on Sean, suck him or trace his tongue in sweeping movements over the head of Sean’s cock, but Karl would always manage to drag him back. Frustration, desire and not a little fear shone in Dave’s eyes at this treatment.

Karl’s hands finally moved back onto Dave’s hips, and Sean could visibly see the younger man stiffen at the thought.

“ You’ll be fine,” Sean was quick to assure him. Dave laughed, a shaky little laugh that suggested that his mind was torn in two.

“ Yeah? I’m the one who has to look at myself in the mirror tomorrow,” he replied.

“ You’re embarrassed?” Karl’s voice was a little sharp.

Dave shifted uncomfortably. “ You’re not supposed to mess around with work colleagues. It’s really not a good idea,” his voice was quiet. Karl paused and looked at Sean. The Brit could see the hurt in Karl’s eyes. Yep, they were really giving Dave far too much time to think about this. Time for more action.

Sean scooted his body down to the point where he could happily reach Dave’s anti-thought area. A warm groan welcomed this idea as Sean gently caressed him, then reached a point where it was no longer that gentle. Dave groaned in sensation, and glanced sleepily over his shoulder again, frowning at Karl’s sullen expression.

“ Karl?” his voice was almost timid.

“ If you don’t want to, just say,” Karl was in a stubborn mood. Dave looked bewildered then embarrassed.

“ It’s not a question of *want*, it’s a question of *should*, I guess,”

” Why the fuck are questions being asked anyway?!” Sean’s frustrated voice emerged. “ Guys, for pity’s sake, *get on with it*,”

Karl still hesitated. “ I’m not taking anyone who’s unwilling,” he snapped towards Sean’s position.

“ From what I can see from my position, lad, I believe he’s willing!” Sean stroked Dave again, the man trembling. “ You can’t cope with it, Karl, I’ll more than gladly step into your place,”

“ Yeah, I bet you would,” grumbled Karl. Dave looked bewildered, as though a five year old caught in his parent’s squabble.

“ I’m fine, Karl. I’m a little sorry I spoke, but I’m fine. Honestly!” Dave stared at him. Karl looked unconvinced.

“ Bathroom mirror?” he reminded him. Dave sighed heavily.

“ I didn’t mean it like that,” he replied wretchedly. “ I only meant *HOLY FUCK-*“

Karl raised both eyebrows at this comment. Dave had stiffened his posture again, his muscles clearly defined. After moving slightly to the side, Karl could see that Sean had ignored the possibility of a continuing conversation and already had his mouth on Dave’s erection. Dave whimpered, his hands fisting on the carpet, his body trembling with the effort of staying up.

After a few more moments, Karl put his hand on Dave’s hip again. A groan accompanied this, as did Dave’s hips move towards him, although slight enough not to interrupt Sean, Man At Work.

“ Karl, *come on*,” groaned Dave.

And that was enough to break through the considerations. Karl moved closer, grabbing hold of one of the bottles and pouring a generous amount in his palm before smearing the oil onto his waiting cock. And then it was simplicity itself to simply line up with Dave, waiting a few moments before slowly easing himself inside.

The defence system clamped down before he was even five centimetres inside him. There was a noise that wasn’t sure whether it was supposed to be a sob of fear or a moan of pleasure, and Dave’s muscles seemed to clench by their own decision. Karl paused, stroking the Australian’s flanks. Sean, who had also stopped immediately at Dave’s noise, began to continue, a few puppy dog licks before returning to the main feast.

There was no question that Dave was being greedy with the whole oxygen thing. His breathing was heavy and ragged, his muscles shone from sweat and vanilla scented massage oil. Karl traced a pattern on Dave’s left flank with a finger, waiting for the man to relax again. Finally he did so, but slowly and grudgingly, as though Dave had grown bored of resisting.

Karl carefully pushed in a little further, feeling Dave’s breath hitch again. However, the muscles seemed to have made their major protest already; within a few moments Karl had slid into Dave fully, feeling the man’s heated skin against his own.

“ Fucking hell,” whimpered Dave. “ I’m supposed to be doing riding scenes tomorrow-“

“ Shhhhh,” Karl stroked him again, feeling the man slowly relax around him. “ You’ll be fine,”

” Fine?” Dave gasped. “ With you trying to split me in two?”

Sean chose this moment to stop his own work. “ He’s not *that* big,” came the amused voice. “ Don’t pump up his ego any more than you have to, Dave,”

“ Yeah? I’ll take you without oil and then let’s see how large you think I am!” protested Karl, but the humour was still present. He moved slowly inside Dave and noted the noises that this produced, gradually speeding up his actions when sobs turned more into groans of pleasure. His hands tightened on the Australian’s hips, his thrusts becoming more and more powerful until he was going as fast as he could manage within him, thrusting deeper and deeper as though mining for gold.

“ Fuck,” whispered Dave, his eyes screwed shut, his hands clenched tightly into fists on the carpet. Karl felt the man stiffen around him and slowed slightly before realising exactly what this signified. Grinning, he slammed into the man again, slowing his movements and putting as much deliberation and power as possible. On the second thrust Dave howled as though he had been mortally wounded, his muscles clenching hard, a shudder through his body that was only a few centimetres away from being a jump. Karl would have focused on the way his lover gasped in exhaustion and pleasure after climaxing, but he was too busy coping with the fact that Dave’s body had clenched so deliciously around himself, so tight, almost demanding that Karl reach his own orgasm.

Karl lasted for a few moments more before failing to resist the call of the climax any longer; with a shaky cry, he shot into the waiting body, collapsing against him, his chest briefly against Dave’s back before moving off him in case Dave accidentally fell on the Brit still underneath him. Through the haze of his vision, Karl could just about see Sean shift out from under Dave, a grin on his face, his tongue licking off the last of Dave’s seed from his bottom lip where he hadn’t quite managed to drink down all of it. The grin, however, was forced. There was one man who still knew the face of sexual frustration, after all.

Dave collapsed to the side, also in his own little world of after climax exhaustion. He glanced sleepily at Sean, grinned, and shifted towards him, gently touching the man’s still rock hard erection. Contented blue eyes scanned frustrated green.

“ You want to come, Sean?” he murmured. Sean, who remembered only too well the promises of revenge, looked at him suspiciously. He didn’t bother to comment on the obvious answer. It was written in his body posture, the tremble of his limbs, the desperation in his eyes. Dave laughed softly and stroked his finger down Sean’s length before tracing the outline of Sean’s balls. Blue eyes flickered back to him.

“ Dave, don’t be evil,” Karl managed to get his voice under control.

“ I’m not being evil. I’m asking him a question,” protested Dave.

“ And evil can’t ask questions?” Karl countered, moving forward. However, blue eyes fell on him as though in challenge. Karl stopped. Sean looked from one to the other then had his hand slapped away from his groin as Dave worked out what the blonde’s next step would be in his quest to find relief.

“ No. You’re not doing this manually,” Dave warned him. There wasn’t a toddler alive who could match Sean’s expression in the sulky factor.

“ Dave, be reasonable..,” Sean growled. Dave watched him coolly for a few more moments, then glanced at Karl.

“ Hold his wrists down, will you please?” he asked pleasantly. Sean stared at him, then stared a warning at Karl who was looking at him doubtfully.

“ Excuse me, who’s running this show here?” Sean pointed out. “ Karl’s on my side, remember?”

“ There’s sides now?” Karl looked baffled. Dave seemed unconcerned and smiled winningly at Karl.

“ Please, Karl. As a favour,” the voice couldn’t possibly be any sweeter. Karl’s eyes slid from Dave to the sullen green ones which were staring back at him as though Karl had personally threatened to destroy everything Sean held dear. Which was far too much of an exaggeration, thought Karl. After all, it was only holding him down for a bit. Wrists could be released. No problems.

Apparently this viewpoint was not shared. Sean squirmed to the side as he realised Karl was moving towards him, then stopped and sighed, resigning himself to the as yet unknown fate. Karl soon had both wrists firmly under his control, crouched by Sean’s head, pinning them to the carpet. Sean lay quietly on his back, although the glare in his eyes suggested that passivity was only a fleeting moment.

Dave ran his hand down Sean’s body, his gaze as curious as a child with a new toy. Sean shivered under the light touch, resisting briefly against Karl’s hands then relaxing again. Fingers played with his left nipple, flickering, caressing, before moving on to the flat plain of his stomach, tracing the muscles.

“ Dave,” protested Sean weakly.

” Patience, puppy,” murmured Dave. “ Good boy,”

Sean’s growl was clear in the room. Karl grinned to himself and had to hold tighter onto the man’s wrists as Sean struggled against him. He glanced at Dave.

” You going to stop tormenting him?” he queried. Dave considered this for a period.

” Possibly,” he allowed, tracing his finger down Sean’s stomach and briefly across his groin before entering the soft and highly sensitive areas of Sean’s inner thighs. Sean arched his back at the tickly feeling and kicked out. Dave avoided this easily and put his knee on Sean’s leg to stop this happening again.

” You’re going to give me pins and needles you press that area any longer,” panted Sean.

“ If that’s the worse that you’ll come out with, consider yourself lucky,” replied Dave mildly. Sean stiffened and glanced up at Karl, who was also watching Dave with a thoughtful expression at this. Dave noticed the wary expressions and laughed to himself. “ Oh, for goodness sake… look, to coin one of Sean’s phrases, *he’ll be fine. Honestly! What the hell d’you think I’m going to do with him? Beat the soles of his feet with a cane? Break his fingers? Gouge out his eyes and serve them to him with a nice glass of white wine on the side?” Dave’s soft and utterly amused laughter was used once again.

Karl relaxed slightly and grinned back at him. “ Well, you’re a bit of a mystery,”

“ I’m not that bad!” protested Dave, whose fingers hadn’t stopped tracing patterns on Sean’s inner thigh. Sean jumped as the fingers darted down to the soft area behind the knee, a little groan escaping. Dave looked down at Sean fondly. “ I just believe in the idea that someone should work for their pleasure,”

“ You wanna know how long it took to arrange this evening?” Sean managed. “ I worked, mate! Trust me!”

“ Hmmmm,” Dave sounded unconvinced, as, of course, he was. He brushed his hand over Sean’s groin lightly, enough for the man to groan in need but supplying nothing towards Sean’s journey to reach his conclusion. Sean whimpered.

“ *Please*,” he begged, squirming against his hand. Dave paused, his hand stilling, head cocked slightly to one side in order to look at him a little harder.

“ That’s really sweet. Do that again,” he smiled. Sean gave him a glare that a viper would have been proud of.

“ What? Begging?”

“ Yep,” Dave smiled and stroked Sean again. He looked up at Karl, who had time to look surprised before Dave leant across the body of the blonde underneath him and kissed Karl gently on the lips. Karl’s hands almost slipped from their prisoner.

“ You are so much more of a bastard than I ever realised,” growled Sean.

” You say the most flattering things,” Dave sighed, breaking off the kiss and moving back to sit on his heels. “ Okay, puppy. I suppose we could consider a few things-“

” *Please* just do the damn thing, Dave!” Sean was poster boy for The World Of Frustration. He squirmed harder against Karl’s hands, actively trying to knock him off. Dave had to move to avoid a freshly released foot trying to catch a sensitive target on his body.

“ I’d say that was probably frustrated enough,” Dave grinned at Karl, and put his hands on Sean’s hips again. Sean stilled, watching him carefully. Dave’s breath on Sean’s cock was enough for the blonde to groan weakly, the flicker of the tongue on the head causing him to tremble. Dave glanced at Sean again, and this time it was just wide, pleading, green eyes that looked back at him.

Grinning, Dave continued. And this time, a conclusion was definitely reached.

END