Title: "Game" Pairing: David Wenham/Orlando Bloom (Karl Urban/Sean Bean) Rating: NC-17 Summary: Orlando hosts a poker game. Disclaimer: Orlando may have hosted poker games at his place in NZ. But I sincerely doubt he ever challenged Dave to a game quite like this. Notes: Many thanks to Val, who held my hand. If there was one thing Orlando could safely say about himself, it's that he was a good friend. They always came first, no matter what. He was always available, always ready to listen or distract or entertain. His friends were everything to him. And he'd never think of hurting them. Which was why he'd never made a play for Dave. He'd wanted Dave from practically day one. Orlando had a thing for the tousled, fair-haired, bedroom eyes look -- and Dave certainly managed to fill on that score. Orlando thought about Dave's lips all the time, the full lushness of them and the incredible things they could do for him and to him. And he liked Dave's quiet, twisted sense of humour and completely open approach to life. Dave was healthy -- mentally and physically. Had a great sense of self that was just as sexy as his ass in tight, faded jeans. Which he wore. A lot. But Dave and Sean were practically inseparable -- just as bad as Sean and Vig, except Orlando knew Vig was straighter than a ruler. And, besides, Sean and Dave had that couple thing going on. And even though they were very discreet (Orlando'd never even seen them hold hands), he'd caught the vibe. And kept his distance. Sean was a great friend. Orlando wouldn't fuck that up for all the Daves in the world. So, it was somewhat of a shock to walk into his kitchen to grab another round of beer for everyone still in the poker game to find Sean and Karl in a...well...the term 'passionate embrace' came to mind. Except it was more -- passionate? More ardent? More something. Sean was holding Karl's head like it was made of glass, and his body was pressed against Karl's, so close they seemed to flow into each other. Passionate...yes. It was there in the way their mouths fused together, in the way Karl's hands dug into Sean's shirt, bunching it in clenched fists, in the way their low, appreciative groans seemed to fill the entire room. But, it was more. It was there in the easy familiarity with which they touched each other, in the way the very air seemed to coalesce around them, enclose them in a world that included only them, in hands that cherished and mouths that worshipped. Orlando cleared his throat -- but they took their time about stopping, parting tongues and lips by minute degrees until they turned and smiled at him, both flushed and so happy it shifted something in his heart. There wasn't even a glimmer of guilt coming from them, even though Dave was right in the other room, dealing the next hand. "Sorry," Karl said, although it was apparent he wasn't. And Orlando couldn't help but grin at the sheer unrepentant look on Karl's face. Hell, if Orlando'd just been kissed like that, he wouldn't be sorry, either. "Nah, it's cool," he replied, going to the icebox for a handful of beers. "You lose again?" Sean asked, leaning against the counter. He pulled Karl with him, wrapped his arm around Karl's waist, nuzzling the back of Karl's neck as he waited for his answer. "Folded. Dave's shite at dealing," Orlando answered genially, even though his mind was racing. If Sean and Dave had some sort of open arrangement thingy whatever going on, then maybe... Orlando wasn't above sharing. Didn't care. And it might be cool, because Sean didn't seem upset by the prospect that Dave was right in the next room. And Karl couldn't look any less guilty if he'd tried. Hmmm... "Hey, Karl, would you mind helping me with these?" Perhaps if he got Sean alone for a few minutes, he could ask. "Sure." Karl extricated himself from Sean, turned to give Sean another lingering kiss, and grabbed a few bottles from Orlando. "Who's all left out there anyway?" "Just Dom, Vig and Dave. Astin, Billy and Lij left awhile ago. Said something about sleep." Orlando didn't quite get that concept. Sleep when you were dead, man. Life was all about being awake, taking chances. Karl's eyes lit up. "If Billy's gone, maybe I can win some of my money back." "You'll only lose it again to him next week," Sean joked, gazing at Karl with an expression that Orlando could only call tenderness. Curiouser and curiouser. Karl merely winked and walked out of the door. "So, what did you want to ask me about in private?" Orlando looked into the knowing eyes of his friend, smiled. Yeah, Sean knew him alright. "Was just wondering what that kiss meant for you and Dave, is all." "Me and Dave?" Sean's handsome features twisted in bafflement. He licked his lips a bit, the way he always did when he was trying to puzzle things out. "What about me and Dave?" "Well, does this mean you two are over?" "Orlando, Dave and I never even started. I've been with Karl for the last five months." "You have?" But...but...that didn't make any sense. "You're always around Dave." "Well, we're mates. I'm always around you, as well," Sean pointed out. "Dave's a good friend of Karl's. He's around a lot." Come to think of it, more than half the times Orlando had seen Dave with Sean, Karl had been there. Fucking hell. "So, you and Dave aren't an item?" Sean's smiling answer was instantaneous. "Nope. I'm strictly a one-man man." Well, fuck. This certainly changed a few things. "You could have let me know," Orlando muttered. "Didn't know you cared about who I was sleeping with." Sean peered more closely at Orlando. And leaned back, looking a bit apologetic. "Ah. I'm sorry. I didn't know." "About?" "If I'd known you were interested in Dave, I'd have said something." "Don't be." Orlando waved him off, shrugged. "My fault for not asking sooner." "So, you gonna make a play for him, then?" Orlando's mouth curved. "Now, you know I'm not like that. Need a plan." Sean's answering smile crinkled his eyes. "So, we'll plan." * * * "I think Orlando and Sean are plotting something," Karl announced, setting three bottles of beer down on the table. He sat in one of the empty chairs, tapped on the card deck. "I'll deal next hand." "You think you'll win now that Billy's gone?" Dom teased, grabbing his bottle. "Define plotting." Viggo threw a handful of chips into the pile, shoved two cards, to Dave. "I'll take two." Dave passed him his cards, peered at his own. "Fuck," he swore, throwing his hand down in disgust. "Dealer folds." "Just you and me, big boy." Dom's eyes flashed as he threw in his bet. "Call." "Define plotting," Viggo repeated, showing his cards. "Three 8s, Hobbit. Read 'em and weep." Dom fanned his cards on the table, his grin wide. "Full house, 10 high. Sorry, old man." He raked in his winnings with gusto. "Now, Karl, answer the question." "Well, now that you're done," Karl said, taking the deck from Dave and shuffling. "Orlando very politely sent me on my way after walking in on me and Sean." "Well, it is his kitchen," Dave pointed out, taking a long swallow of beer. "If you're messing up his nice tile floors, he has a right to be annoyed." Karl shook his head, started dealing. "5 card stud, deuces wild. We were only kissing. All the clothes were still on." "Perhaps he's jealous?" Dom ventured, munching on the popcorn on the table. "Jealous? He and Sean are friends," Karl said. Dom shrugged. "Might be jealous of Sean. I kinda thought he had a thing for you." Karl lifted a hand to his chest. "Me?" "Yeah, he's always watching you." "Not Karl," Viggo said, without glancing up from his cards. "Dave." Dave set his cards down with a thump. "What?" Viggo smiled at him quickly, pushed two cards towards Karl. "He doesn't watch Karl, he watches you. The two of you are around each other a lot, might be easy to mistake." "How do you know it's me?" Viggo took his cards, smiled. "I notice things. It's you." Dom nodded, tossed in a few chips. "Could be you. You're more his type." Karl threw in his bet, looked at Dave. "He does dig on blonds." "I'll be damned," Dave breathed, leaning back. "I didn't even know he swung." "Oh, he doesn't," Dom said. "He's full-on gay." "And I'm sure he appreciates you just announcing it," Viggo replied. "I see your call, raise you ten." "Fuck, too rich for me." Dom threw down his cards. "Gotta keep some of my winnings. Besides, we're not anybody. We're family. Brothers." A smile hovered on Karl's lips as he threw in the required chips. "I certainly hope not. I've got enough sins without adding incest to it." Dom laughed. "Nah, I think you've got quite enough there with sodomy." Karl snorted and Viggo chuckled. Dave smiled, but his mind was still on Orlando watching him. And being gay. Which meant available. All of Dave's fantasies now seemed tantalizingly within his reach. He'd always liked looking at Orlando...who didn't? Orlando was beautiful and graceful, dark and leanly muscled, with eyes a guy could simply fucking drown in. Had a mad sense of adventure, a love of life that was infectious, and was so openly, freely affectionate with everyone that it was impossible not to get addicted to his hugs. Which he gave. Frequently. The thought that Dave might have a chance was just outstanding. He decided to test his chances at the first opportunity. * * * Orlando bounded back into the room minutes later, Sean right behind him. Both were looking entirely too smug about something, but Dave couldn't quite pin what. "Alright, everybody out. Except you." Orlando's gaze pinned Dave to his chair. Dom tilted his chair back. "Now this, I've got to see." Sean glanced at Viggo, turned to Dom. "Oh, no you don't. Vig, get your nancy boy up and moving." "Not his soddin' nancy boy," Dom grumbled, when Viggo chuckled. "One stupid, drunken kiss does not a nancy boy make." "It wasn't the kiss so much as the way you were grabbing his ass," Orlando smirked. Dom rolled his eyes, but stood, scooping his winnings into his jacket and tying it around his waist. "You grab his ass, then, see if you can resist it. It's a nice ass. Plump, round, just like a woman's." Viggo twisted sideways, glanced down as he stood. "Is it really?" he asked Sean. Sean pursed his lips, turned Viggo completely around so he could see a bit better. "Well," he said, after a long moment of perusal, "it is pretty round." "See." Dom could barely contain his glee. Dave and Orlando just chuckled, shared a conspiratorial smile. "If you could direct your gaze to something other than Vig's ass..." Karl turned Sean's head, grazed his lips along Sean's. "You gonna let me stare at yours, then?" Sean asked, brushing his knuckles along Karl's cheek. Dom rolled his eyes. "Right, now I am leaving." "Yes, you are," Viggo agreed, shrugging into his own coat. "Nancy boy." Dom stomped out of the door behind Viggo, muttering about drunken kisses and ass gropes the whole time. Sean and Karl left moments later, discreetly holding hands. Dave smiled as he looked at the two of them, trading kisses and quips as they walked out the door -- Karl was a really good friend. It was nice that he found someone who understood him. Orlando took Dom's recently vacated chair, leaned forward. "So, you ready?" "For what?" Dave wasn't really sure why Orlando had asked him to stay. But it was a lovely thing to have all of that energy focused solely on him. It never happened for very long. The entire cast and crew vied for Orlando's attention, and he always gave it without question. His open, giving nature was one of the reasons Dave was drawn to him. "We, my friend, are going to play a little game," Orlando announced, taking the deck of cards from the table and shuffling it. His eyes never left Dave's, and the look in them was beyond sly. Dave couldn't quite put a finger on it; all he knew was it made his dick uncomfortably hard in the confines of his jeans. "And we needed everyone else to leave, why?" He was almost afraid to know. "Because it's a personal game." Oh boy. That look... Dave was going to embarrass himself. He was ten years older than Orlando, he should be immune. Yeah, right. Dave could be a hundred years older and his dick would get rock hard if Orlando looked at him like that, lashes partially lowered, lips parted just slightly, touch of pink across high cheekbones. Jesus Mother of God. "Now, pay attention." Orlando tossed Dave two cards, one face up, did the same for himself. "It's a variation on blackjack." "Alright." "Truth or strip." Dave blinked. Shook his head. What? "Truth or...?" "Strip." Oh yeah, there was definitely something going on behind those eyes. Dave reached down, tried surreptitiously ease some of the ache in his dick. Orlando...strip...two words he did not need to think about in the same sentence. "One more time for the hearing impaired," Dave finally said. Orlando was having him on. Plain and simple. Except for Orlando's smile. That wide, toothy grin full of naughty impishness. The one that Dave always thought about long after Orlando left the room. "Simple," Orlando told him, still smiling. "No money bets. Just questions. Should you not feel like answering one, you take off a piece of clothing." Playing blackjack for questions? For clothes? This was a bit...Orlando. Actually, it was a lot Orlando. Very much so like something he'd do. The only question was, why? Why Dave? Then, Dave remembered Viggo's bald statement earlier. Orlando had apparently been watching Dave. What if...? Couldn't complete the thought. Too much to hope for. "Alright." Fuck, he'd just agreed. "Excellent." Orlando peeked at his face-down card, back at his other one. "Dealer stays." "Aren't I supposed to go first?" Dave asked, puzzled. "My game, my rules," Orlando shrugged, the gesture casual, but managing to be insanely sexy. Orlando had beautiful shoulders, round, strong, toned. Dave spent a lot of time looking at them, and the strong planes of Orlando's back, when Orlando practiced his archery. "Well?" Right. Game. No naked shoulders. Yet. The thought sent delicious shivers shooting sparks in Dave's body. He looked at his hidden card. Jack. Face up card was a 7. Always hold at 17. "I stay, as well," he said, looking up. Orlando threw another card down on top of his. "Fuck. Busted. What's your question?" Dave raked his brain, came up with zilch. Just looked at the lean body across from him, the smile still curving Orlando's full lips. "Do you really watch me?" he blurted, the words seeming to come from some place outside himself. Orlando looked a bit sheepish, but didn't make a move to take off anything. "Yeah, I do," he admitted in a low voice, gazing at Dave through his lashes. "Why?" The question was softly delivered. "One question per hand." Orlando thrust the deck of cards in Dave's direction. Yeah, that would make sense, wouldn't it? Dave shuffled automatically, his mind still reeling. Vig was right. Jesus fuck, Vig was right. The next hand was dealt with a minimum of fuss. This time Dave lost. Figured. He prepared himself for Orlando's question. "Why did you agree to stay?" "Because you looked at me." Orlando seemed a bit taken back by Dave's answer. "That's it?" "That's it," Dave replied, voice husky. Only the short width of the table separated them, but it was too much. Dave was too far away from the heat of that body, the promise in those eyes. "Your turn," he said, pushed the deck back. He didn't let go as Orlando grabbed it, grazed the tip of his finger against the back of Orlando's hand, felt Orlando's slight gasp reverberate through him. Orlando's hands were a lot less steady when they shuffled, shook a bit when dealing the next hand. They played it in silence, Dave only tapping the deck when he wanted another card. Busted. He waited for Orlando's next question, gripping his knee under the table. "Do you want me?" Fucking hell. How the hell was Dave supposed to answer that when he couldn't even form a single word, could only rake his eyes over Orlando, wondering if the table would hold both their weights if he were to throw Orlando down on it and take. Dave fingered the hem of his t- shirt, trying to think long enough to say the simple word...impossible. So, he did the next best thing. He stripped off his shirt, let it fall to the floor. Saw Orlando's eyes widen slightly as they roved over Dave's chest. "Fuck," Orlando breathed, gulped. "Can I kiss you?" Dave asked, not really caring that they haven't dealt the next hand. Fuck the game. He just wanted Orlando. "Yes." One little word. But it ripped through Dave like a snowstorm, blinding out everything else, leaving only Orlando, waiting across the table with his full lips and lithe body. They met each other half-way, scraping chairs across the floor, bumping into the table in their haste. Then Orlando's mouth was on Dave's, full lips moving under him, over him, around him, toned chest pressed against his as they moved frantically over one another, trying to crawl inside each other's skin. Jesus fuck, Orlando could kiss. Tongue swirling, mouth moving...Dave wasn't so much kissed as inhaled, swallowed whole by insatiable lips and roving hands. And Orlando hummed, God, just a low level hum, but it reverberated through Dave's mouth, down Dave's body, straight to Dave's dick. Just...God. Dave's hands roamed over Orlando's body, was annoyed when his fingers encountered fabric instead of skin. Needed naked, needed to feel Orlando, needed skin under his nails, his hands. Dave fumbled with the button's of Orlando's jeans, mouth still fastened to Orlando's, arching into Orlando's hands on his bare back. Tugged down on the zipper, under Orlando's boxers. Orlando hissed under Dave's lips as Dave closed his hand around Orlando's cock. Much better. "Dave," Orlando moaned, leaning into Dave's body, fingers digging into Dave's back. "Sshh, I just need to..." Yes. Felt Orlando shudder around him, under him, when Dave found a good rhythm. Christ, but Orlando was responsive. Seemed to melt into Dave, pliant, sensual grace under Dave's hand, into Dave's lips. Tongues darted and danced, lips conformed and shaped, fingers learned and traced. Orlando bucked under Dave's hand, thrusting with small movements, hips rolling just enough to enhance. Dave changed his rhythm slightly, sped up, fist now rotating, wrist flicking, watched as Orlando's head fell forward, resting on Dave's shoulder. "Like that, do you?" Dave murmured, licking the side of Orlando's ear with his tongue. Orlando simply nodded, shook, blunt nails embedding themselves in Dave's skin. Faster, just a bit, wanted to draw this out, wanted to watch Orlando come apart slowly, wanted to feel each individual shudder, memorize it. Dave had wanted this for what felt like forever, wanted Orlando moving with him, tongue swirling on his shoulder, lean chest pressing into him, cock jumping under his touch. Orlando's breathing hitched, stopped, started again in small bursts. He was close now, Dave could feel the twitch under his hand. "Look at me, Orlando. I want to watch you." Orlando obediently lifted his head, and the look in those remarkable eyes... Oh yes, this was what Dave wanted. Naked need, raw want shimmering out of Orlando's eyes, out of Orlando's body. "So beautiful," Dave whispered, sank into Orlando's lips, capturing Orlando's moan when he came, liquid silk on Dave's hand. Dave kissed him through the aftershocks, felt each vibration, counted each sigh, tongues lazily lapping at each other, lips now content to slide, easy and unhurried. Orlando finally lifted his head, graced Dave with a small, beautiful smile. "That was..." Dave leaned back in for another quick kiss, already missing the taste of Orlando on his lips. "Yeah. It was." "You, um..." Orlando stopped again, face still flushed, busied himself with zipping his jeans. "Um, come on, let's get you cleaned up." "You offering to help?" Dave teased, walking behind Orlando, watching his hips with a smile. Viggo may have a great ass, but it was nothing compared to Orlando's. Orlando flashed him another small smile over his shoulder. "Maybe. Afterwards, I was thinking we'd play another game." Orlando led him into a small bathroom, watched in silence, hip on the counter, as Dave washed up. "What's that?" Dave asked, when he was drying his hands. Orlando stepped in, wrapped his arms around Dave's shoulders, licked his way from the hollow of Dave's throat to his open mouth. "Make Dave come as many times as possible." Dave had to fight to keep from closing his eyes in sheer sensual overload. "Sounds," he cleared his throat, almost lost it completely when Orlando started stroking him through the fabric of his jeans, "lovely." Orlando moved in even closer, traced his teeth across Dave's bottom lip. "You ready?" Dave nodded, the motion jerky. "I'm ready." Orlando flashed that smile again, the one that made Dave want to crawl inside Orlando for a few years and explore at will. "Good then." He moved to Dave's ear, voice husky, full of promise. "Now, I want you to pay attention, love." Smiled against Dave's cheek when Dave moaned, already lost under Orlando's touch. "I have a feeling this is going to be one of my favorite games," Orlando stated, still grinning as he dropped to his knees. Dave wholeheartedly agreed. Onto Experimental. If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks!