It was, as Karl said, why he was here. "So, Karl tells me you like to watch." Jensen's voice was whiskey-smooth, low, dripped like honey across Viggo's open lips as he slid against Viggo's body like he already owned it. Jensen, it seemed, didn't believe in personal space. He also didn't believe in waiting. Karl always did have excellent taste. "That's right," Viggo replied, and smoothed a hand under Jensen's t-shirt to run over supple skin. He figured he may as well get in a little sample. Jensen's smile was fifteen shades of dirty, looked like cheap sex, and made Viggo's mouth water in anticipation. "He said you used to watch him and Orlando Bloom fuck all the time. Said you liked it best when he used to drop to his knees and suck Orlando off until Orlando came on his face. That what you get off on? Facials?" "Yeah." Viggo was already rock hard just from the visuals Jensen was painting, from the memories. He met amused, predatory green eyes with what he hoped was a cool look. "Karl looks good covered in come. Wouldn't you agree." It wasn't a question. "Hell yeah," Jensen smiled. He licked his lips and stepped back just as Karl walked back into the room. "Hey." "Getting acquainted?" Karl smirked, pulling off his t-shirt to reveal a sculpted chest, chiseled arms. No matter how many times Viggo saw Karl without his clothes, the thrill of it still sent a dark shock throughout his system. From the hungry look Jensen gave him, Jensen felt the same way. "You could say that." Viggo watched in fascination as Jensen strolled over to Karl, tangled a hand in dark hair. "Viggo was telling me how much he gets off on you with come dripping off your lips." "That's why I keep him around," Karl laughed, and stepped close, his chest rubbing against Jensen's. "That what you wanna do first? Come on my face?" "It's a start," Jensen replied, then rubbed his tongue across the seam of Karl's lips for a quick taste. Viggo could almost see the heat pulsing between them. When Jensen turned that same amused gaze back to Viggo, eyebrow cocked, challenge in his stance, it was easy to see why Karl was so enthralled. "Then I was thinking you could suck Viggo off while I fuck you." Viggo caught Karl's smile as Karl nipped at Jensen's ear. "Wanna be in charge tonight, is that it?" Jensen licked full lips. Viggo wondered what the freckles across high cheekbones tasted like. "You can be in charge tomorrow." "Sounds good to me." Karl leaned in, the kiss soft, at odds with the tenor of the room. Jensen all but melted into it. "Vig, you okay with that?" Karl asked, when he lifted shiny, slick lips. Viggo nodded, and dropped to the sofa, already flicking the buttons of his jeans. "I don't care who's in charge as long as we all get off." "Now you sound like Orlando." "Maybe you should invite him up next," Jensen suggested, and both Viggo and Karl groaned. "Fuck, but I love the way you think," Karl murmured. "Good." Jensen cupped the back of Karl's neck. "Then I'm sure you'll love me telling you to get on your knees." Viggo caught Karl's grin, and returned it, before Karl dropped gracefully to the carpet. "We'll call Orlando in the morning," Karl said, and reached for the buttons of Jensen's jeans. Viggo thought maybe he'd stay in Vancouver for a few extra days.
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