Orlando rolled his eyes. "No, I'm not. It's him." "Bean? Give over, man's got 3 ex-wives," Billy said, peering at Orlando through bleary, drunken eyes. Orlando leaned forward, slim body fairly vibrating with suppressed energy. "It's him. I'm telling you." Dom rocked his chair back on two legs, fixed Orlando with a disbelieving stare. "And why do you say that?" "Look at how closely they're sitting together." Orlando pointed to the two men, nodding knowingly. "That is sexual tension, my friend." "You're off your tree," Billy replied, pushing Orlando's arm down. "They're sitting next to each other at a crowded bar. It would be more suspicious if they weren't crushed together like lemmings." "Yeah, yeah, but that's their game, see. They're trying to throw everyone off by behaving normally." Dom snorted. "You really need help. No way. Maybe it's Karl." "Karl? No. It's not Karl." Orlando's denial was immediate, vehement. Too vehement. Dom narrowed his eyes. "Is there something going on between you and Karl? And, don't even think that little Elven eyebrow arch is going to work." "We're talking about Harry and his new boyfriend." "Well, my money's still on Viggo." Billy's nod was sharp. "I'm sticking to my guns on this one." "I'm telling you, it's Karl. Has to be." "Dom, there is no way..." Three sets of heads looked up as a shadow fell across their table. "Gentlemen," Ian said, inclining his head. "Ian, who do you think Harry's shagging?" Orlando asked, ignoring the groans of the men across from him. Ian paused in the act of raising his wine to his lips. "Who do I what?" "Harry. He's got a boyfriend." "We think," Dom interjected, still shaking his head at Orlando. "And why do you think this?" Ian wasn't even trying to hide his amusement now. "The condoms for one," Billy said, taking a long pull of his pint. "Condoms?" "In his trailer," Orlando continued. "And then there was that note." "What note?" "Yeah, what note?" Dom asked, gazing at Orlando suspiciously. "The one in his glove box," Orlando sighed, tapping his fingers on the scarred surface of the table. "Honestly." "Glove box? Orlando Bloom, have you been sneaking through Harry's things?" Ian's tone was now shocked. "Christ, Harry'll kill you!" Billy exclaimed, slumping back in his chair. "Been nice knowing ya, mate." He and Dom both saluted Orlando with their glasses, then drained their pints. "Sod off, he ain't gonna kill me if he doesn't know. And he won't now, will he?" Orlando's glare pinned his two friends in place until they both nodded, squirming. "Right then, Ian," he said, turning his gaze back up to the other man. "Who do you think it is?" "Not a clue," Ian replied. "Why don't you just ask him?" "What? And ruin all our fun?" Dom looked horrified at the thought. "Gotta be Viggo," Billy stated. "It's not Viggo. It's Karl." Dom sounded equally firm. "It's not Karl, guys, how many times do I have to say it? It's bloody Bean. I'm sure of it." "Sean?" Now Ian was thoroughly confused. "Look at them." Orlando directed Ian's gaze to the two men seated at the bar. They were easy enough to spot, even in the crowded room. Both were incredibly striking in their own ways -- Sean with his blonde grace and Harry with his dark, barely leashed passion. They were sitting practically hip to hip, talking animatedly. And, even from here, Ian could see...well, something. He decided to find out. "I'll leave you gentlemen to your speculations," he said and walked to the bar. "Harry. Sean." He smiled in greeting when both men turned to him, eyes bright in welcome. "Ian!" Sean's grin was infectious, wide, crinkling the corners of his remarkable green eyes. "Pull up some wood, have a pint." Harry pointed at the recently vacated seat next to him. His dark eyes were open, friendly, and Ian decided he must have been imagining the glimmer. He'd been hanging around the Hobbits and Elf too long. "No, thank you, I'm meeting Nick in a minute," he smiled. "But I did hear a bit of interesting gossip that you both might find amusing." "Oh." Harry arched an eyebrow as he pushed a lock of sable hair from his forehead. "The children think you've taken a new lover." Ian nonchalantly sipped his drink, but he watched Harry like a hawk. "Do they now?" "Who's the lucky man?" Sean asked, leaning an elbow on the bar as he sipped his drink. "Well, actually, you're one of the candidates," Ian said. And laughed when Sean promptly choked on a mouthful of lager. "Me?" It came out as a surprised squeak. "Who said that?" Harry asked, completely focused on Ian. "Orlando, I think. Billy's convinced it's Viggo and Dom's equally convinced it's Karl." "It's not Karl," Harry stated. "I'm sure everyone will figure that out soon enough." "Well, who is it, then?" Sean asked, having recovered sufficiently to speak. "Are any of them right?" "Yes." "Well, who is it?" Harry's smile was slow, wicked and lethal. He turned to Sean, fixed dark, sinful eyes on him. And Sean felt the heat rocket straight to his groin. "You," he stated. And pounced. Goddamn, for such a big guy, Harry could move awfully fast, Sean thought, just before his world exploded in a thousand fragments behind his eyes. One second, he was enjoying a pint with a mate The next, he was being laid flat by the most intense kiss he'd ever fucking had. Harry simply annihilated him. Tongue down his throat, mouth crushed over his, full lips swallowing him whole. No time to think, no time to move, barely time to react. Basic, pure fucking lust swamped every sense he had in an instant. The world around him ceased to exist -- forget the pub, forget Ian, forget breathing, forget the entire fucking universe -- all Sean cared about was Harry. More specifically, Harry's mouth. Harry's tongue swiping over his, Harry's teeth worrying his lower lip, Harry's mouth driving him wild, careening him toward a sexual maelstrom of want. "God, you taste fucking sweet," Harry rasped against his throat and Sean opened his eyes to find Harry gazing at him with raw hunger on that chiseled face. God. And then Harry's mouth was back on his and he was flat on his back on the rough, uneven surface of the bar, the wood digging into his flesh. Not that he fucking cared, because Harry was standing over him, burning a path over clothed skin with his hands. Hot, he was hot. So hot, too fucking hot. Needed to feel Harry's hard, muscled body against his, needed to feel sweaty skin under his hands, needed to strip his goddamn clothes off and rip off Harry's. Didn't matter where they were, who they were. Nothing mattered. Just Harry and the hunger in those dark eyes. Sean gripped Harry's shoulders, moved his hands up to grab a fistful of silky hair, yanked. Harry bit his lip hard enough to draw blood and it felt good, felt fucking glorious, felt -- Fuck. Sean's every blood vessel screamed as Harry reached under the waistband of his jeans, under his boxers. Naked cock in Harry's hand. Moving up and down. Sean moaned in Harry's mouth, tangled Harry's tongue with his, fused their mouths together with a sliding, desperate movement. Harry's hand moved, pumped, fisted him. God...hot, his hand was so hot. Sean was going to explode from the heat -- the heat of Harry's wild, wanton kiss, the heat of Harry's knowing, clever fingers. "That's it, baby, fuck my hand til you come." Harry's words in Sean's mouth, reverberating down his throat, his chest, his cock. Sean arched his hips, actively pushed against Harry's hand, seeking release, needing release, wanting to come, God… "Come on my hand so you can taste us together." Harry's growl on Sean's lips, tongue sliding along his teeth, fist moving faster, faster, hips moving in time with him and Christ, just... Sean plummeted into a fast, furious orgasm, spurting on Harry's fingers, harsh groan of release swallowed in Harry's kiss. He was still shaking, still dazed, when Harry withdrew his sticky hand and brought it to Sean's lips. "Taste yourself on me." And the heat in bronze eyes captured him as he flicked his tongue out, licked the come from Harry's hand, tasted himself mixed with Harry's rich flavor. Fuck. Harry pulled him up, set him on his feet, and he was still swaying, still shaking as Harry took his hand, pulled him to the door. Sean ignored Ian's stare of stunned disbelief, ignored the bartender, ignored the other patrons, who looked around at each other, not believing they could have seen what they just did. Stumbled behind Harry, hand still engulfed in Harry's calloused one, as they stopped at Dom, Billy and Orlando's table. Didn't care about their shocked looks, just wanted Harry again. Now. Preferably naked, this time. "Orlando?" Wide eyes darted to Harry. "I trust this answers your question," Harry asked, amusement rich in his voice. Orlando just gulped and nodded, still too stunned -- and turned on -- to say anything. "Give my love to Karl." And with another grin, Harry left, pulling a dazed Sean behind him.
Harry turned the corner, threw Sean up against the wall, covered him with that big, muscled body, and the heat of him, even through jeans and t-shirts, incinerated Sean. Hot, God, he was still so hot, so fucking achingly hot for Harry. How had he lived without this taste of Harry's mouth back on his, sending him spinning into a kaleidoscope of voracity, of want? How had he lived without the feel of Harry's chest pressed against his, the muscles flexing against his? "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this," Harry whispered, voice insidious and knowing against Sean's ear. "Do what?" Sean was surprised he could breathe, let alone speak, but he somehow found words anyway. "Take you." Harry pushed into him, and Sean felt him, felt all of him, calves, thighs, cock, chest, shoulders against his. More. Wanted to be taken, wanted to be claimed. "Taste you, feel you, watch you as you come apart under my hands." Said clever, wicked hands were pulling Sean's shirt up, off of him, and even though the air was a bit cool, Sean never felt it. Felt only Harry's touch on him, stroking over every inch of bare flesh from neck to the waistband of his jeans. Felt only molten heat bubbling under his skin as Harry mapped his body with knowing hands. "You never said anything." The last word ended on a groan as Harry rubbed a flat nipple between his thumb and forefinger, bringing it to shocking awareness. "I was biding my time," Harry replied, bending a bit. And yes, oh God yes, now that beautiful mouth was on his nipple and it was suckling...yes, fuck. God. Harry's blazing lips on his skin, on his chest, licking, biting, soothing the slight sting with his tongue. Harry, grinding his pelvis into Sean's, rubbing their straining erections together in a blur of denim and lust. Harry and that slow, so far beyond sexy there were no words for it voice growling against his skin, leaving only liquid fire in its wake. "I've fantasized about your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock more times than I can count." Harry reached up with a hand, traced Sean's lower lip with gentle fingers, parting Sean's lips to slip that finger inside. Sean caught the tip with his tongue, sucked the digit all the way into his mouth, gently scraped teeth on the skin, swirled his tongue around in slow motions. Harry's eyes now blazed, a conflagration of want so hot it went beyond consummation. Sean simply ceased to exist, his body a flash-fire of animal need that reacted only to Harry. "Is this what you would do to my cock?" Harry asked, pushing his finger in, pulling it out, watching Sean swallow his finger again and again. "Will you suck me off? Let me come on that beautiful face of yours and lick it off with my mouth?" Harry's tongue now joined his finger and the twin sensations of tongue and flesh sent Sean rocketing to another orgasm, coming on him just as fast, just as unexpected as the last one. No time to scream, no time to groan. Just a weightless, plummeting free-fall, just shuddering into Harry's body, into Harry's mouth, on Harry's finger. "God, you are so fucking beautiful when you come," Harry told him, slowly withdrawing his finger. "Do you look like that when you come from fucking?" Sean could only moan, the sound helpless with need as Harry moved to his neck, his collarbone. "I've jerked off to the thought of fucking your ass 'til you come screaming my name more nights than I care to remember." Sensory overload, brain meltdown, body now only an extension of the aching in his balls that still throbbed, despite the two orgasms. Sean still burned, was still hot, so hot...naked. God, he wanted naked. Needed naked. Needed Harry's skin under his, over his, any fucking way he could get it around his, just embed it into his follicles already. Harry continued his relentless assault, ran hands under Sean's jeans, stroked him back to full hardness with his own come, bit lightly on Sean's shoulder. And that fucking voice continued to pour vulgar sex down his ears. "Do you want me to fuck that sweet ass until I come inside you and I kneel between your spread cheeks to lap my essence with my tongue? Do you want me to take you hard, take you fast, take you by force, hands bruising, forcing?" Sean parted his lips, focused cloudy green eyes on sinful brown ones, raised shaking fingers to push a lock of dark hair out of Harry's face. "Naked, Harry. You. Me. Naked. You fucking me, sucking me, taking me, raping me. Don't care. Just want you naked." Harry's smile was one of predatory, unholy delight, transforming his exotically dark features into something not quite human, something that sent Sean straight back into a raging inferno of need. "My house is closer," Harry stated. Sean didn't remember anything about the drive to Harry's, except that it took too fucking long, took an eternity. Didn't remember Harry opening the door, ushering him inside, closing the door. Only remembered standing in Harry's living room, staring at him with deadly intent, waiting for him to turn around. And then it was Sean's turn to pounce, Sean's turn to rip at clothing, to nip at gloriously bared, tanned flesh, Sean's turn to suck Harry's soul out with a voracious mouth and plundering tongue. Clothing didn't fly off; it exploded. Didn't matter that material was ripped, that hands weren't gentle while tugging on zippers, buttons. Didn't matter that the movements were clumsy, hasty, without finesse or patience. All that mattered was the end result. Sean's eyes roamed every inch of Harry's gleaming, naked body. Large, heavily muscled, thick arms and thighs, light brown hairs sprinkled across his chest, abdomen, groin. Long, thick cock jutting proudly out from his body, curving upward, begging for mouth, hands, ass. Sean dropped to his knees, took Harry in his mouth, felt the groan slam through his whole body as Harry's fingers fisted in his hair, pushing his cock deeper down Sean's throat in a violent motion. Sean welcomed the choking pain of it, welcomed the tears that pooled behind his eyes, welcomed the hot, thick cock invading his mouth, widened his jaw to take it all. "Just as I thought. Beautiful with my cock down your throat, beautiful giving me head." Harry pumped his hips, used his hands to anchor Sean's head as he rammed his cock into Sean's eager mouth again and again. Yes, Sean thought, take me, rape my mouth, don't be gentle, don't go slow. Only your cock, only your thick, gorgeous cock inside me, velvet steel invading me. "Such a whore for my cock, such a slut for my come. Are you my whore, Sean?" Harry's voice echoed in Sean's mouth, his body, his blood. Yes, Harry's whore, Harry's slut, Harry's whatever the fuck ever Harry wanted him to be, only never stop moving, never stop filling him with the rich taste of cock. Sean moved a hand to Harry's balls, massaged them while continuing to hollow cheeks, sucking Harry deeper in his mouth, sliding him almost all the way out, slamming back in a sure thrust. Harry's groans grew guttural, incoherent, indistinct, primal. Sean felt the tightening of Harry's balls, the twitch in Harry's cock that let him know Harry was close and, at the very second he felt Harry buck under him, popped Harry's cock out so he could come, hot and wet, on his cheeks, his mouth, his chin. Harry's eyes flew open, nostrils slightly flaring as he beheld the sight in front of him. Sean returned his gaze almost calmly, waiting. And got his wish when Harry sank to his knees, started licking the thick liquid off of Sean's face with a raspy tongue. "Mmm, nice," Harry commented. "I love my taste mixed with yours." He sucked Sean's chin, sweeping across sticky flesh. "So beautiful with my come on your perfect face. So wanton, shameless in your lust." He continued to lick Sean's face clean with bold swipes, ran his hands down Sean's sweat-dampened back to his ass, pulled Sean to him. "Tell me what you want now, my greedy whore." Sean's hands were busy themselves, running over every inch of Harry's hard flesh, seeking, finding, learning, still craving more. Never knew craving like this, never wanted anything until this...only this moment, only this man. "You. Harry. Just you. Use my body. Use me." Harry's mouth back on his, bruising, ravishing, as he pushed Sean backward onto the carpet. "I think I'm going to enjoy fulfilling all of my prurient fantasies with you," Harry commented. He stood, dark and god-like, looming over Sean for just a moment before he left, returning just as swiftly with a bottle of 'Wet'. He tossed it at Sean, who caught it in an awkward movement. "Prepare yourself for me. Masturbate your ass while I watch and beat off until we can't stand it anymore and I have to push my way inside you or die." Harry knelt between Sean's spread legs, hand already slippery from the lube on his dick, running fingers up and down the rigid length. Sean coated his fingers, moved them to his ass, his opening, pushed a tentative finger in...hmm, yes, felt good. Felt so good. Finger now all the way in, moving in slow circles, muscles expanding, contracting around him, accepting the invasion. Harry's dark eyes never leaving his as his cock disappeared in his fist again and again in slow, lazy strokes. Sean pushed a second finger inside, moved them both in tandem, sliding in, out, around in slow circles, just brushing his sweet spot time and again. Watched Harry out of hungry eyes, watched that muscled chest rise and fall with each shuddering breath, watched toned thighs flex and jump as he pleasured his cock. It was too much, the sight was too much, the feel was too much. Too much heat, too much want, too much...just too fucking much. "Harry, I need you." Sean removed his fingers, ached at the emptiness, but only for the briefest moment. Harry was there an instant later, pushing his cock inside him, chest pressing him into the carpet. Yes, more, move, need, all the way in, yes. "Better?" Harry asked, once he was buried completely inside Sean, moving in small strokes. "Need more." Sean laced his fingers behind Harry's neck, brought his head down for a scorching kiss, arched his back, his hips against Harry, started to move. And Harry moved with him, over him, in him, pounded into him, fucked him into the carpet, slid him across the floor in frantic movements, pumped his tongue down Sean's throat at the same time. Sean clutched Harry's solid back, too mired in sensation to moan, too swamped with need to sigh. He just pushed his hips up to meet Harry's downward thrusts, dueled with Harry's tongue, clawed at Harry's shoulders, craving release. Craving Harry's release inside him. "You gonna come for me again, baby?" Harry's voice against his jaw, tongue tracing his chin, hands digging into his hips as he moved faster and faster, rhythm growing more frantic. "With you." Sean shuddered...so close, he was so close, so fucking close, had to wait for Harry, come on, Harry, please... "Now, Sean." Sean felt the first trembling as Harry's orgasm shuddered through him, triggered his own...falling, sinking, spinning, the universe infinite and bottomless and Harry. Just Harry on him, shuddering in him, spilling his seed in him. Just Sean, come sticky on his stomach, on Harry's stomach, gluing them together. Harry slumped over Sean's body, head buried in the crook of his shoulder, chest heaving, breath shuddering. Sean drifted, languorous, drowsy, body content for this brief moment in the eye of the hurricane that was Harry's need. "You feel better now?" he asked, dropping a soft kiss on Harry's shoulder. "For the moment," Harry answered, lifted his head. "I still have several graphic fantasies involving you, me and several positions I don't think the Kama Sutra knows about." "Sounds lovely." Sean raised his head, curved his lips into a smile a mere inch from Harry's mouth. "I forgot to thank you." "For what?" Harry moved imperceptibly closer, barely grazing lips against Sean's. "Choosing me," Sean stated. And proceeded to show Harry, in the most graphic way possible, how very thankful he was.
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