"Who does?" Hugo asked, sitting beside him, taking off his flowing Elrond wig. "Sean and Viggo." Harry said their names like they were something vile. "Viggo left me a message. Invited me 'round for dinner." "Well, that's nice of them." Harry gave Hugo a glance that spoke volumes about Hugo's intelligence. Or lack thereof. "Dinner isn't the point. You know that." "I may be straight, but that doesn't mean I'm blind," Hugo replied, raising an eyebrow. "And neither are you. You know they want you. You want them...or, at least, you want Viggo." "I want them both. I just want Viggo more." "So what is the point?" Hugo asked, puzzled. Harry sighed, propped his long legs on the counter. "I don't feel like being the last in a very long parade of men in their bed." "Oh, I'm sure you're not the last, Harry. At the very least, I know they haven't had Marton or Craig out." Harry gave Hugo another sidelong glance. "Don't be cheeky." "Too late." Harry continued to scowl at the phone. "Clever boys. Leaving a message so I can't say no." "You could always just not show up," Hugo suggested. A wicked glint appeared in Harry's dark eyes. "No. I'll go." "Uh oh. I know that look." "What?" Hugo laughed, the sound cheerful in the small trailer. "Give over. The wide-eyed innocent look isn't you. I doubt you've been innocent for at least 30 years." "28." "Whichever. So, what are you going to do?" Harry continued to stare at the phone like it was going to get up and do a dance. "I'm going to visit. And then I'm going to have them both." Harry looked up at Hugo, winked. "My way." "You're going to take both of them on?" Hugo asked. "C'mon, Harry -- you're all that, but you're not all that." "Do you doubt me?" Hugo knew better than to doubt Harry's ability to get anything done. If he said he was going to have Viggo and Sean, then he was. "No, I don't. Have fun...and just spare me the details on Monday." "Oh, that's right, I'll have the whole weekend." Harry grinned. "They'll need it." "God help them." * * * Harry was prompt. Politeness dictated it, and, in any case, he didn't believe in being fashionably anything, including late. The cabin was very nice, hand-made, old, rustic, homey. Looked very inviting, all cozy next to the forest. This was certainly a great find. Harry wondered how much they'd want for the cabin once filming was done -- he was looking for a new place to live. Sean answered the door when Harry knocked. Why was Sean shirtless? Yeah, it was his house and all, but still... Wasn't that a bit forward? "Um, ta," Harry said, trying not to stare at the broad expanse of chest right in front of him. Or the light blond hairs that sprinkled it. "Harry!" Sean's smile lit up his remarkably clear green eyes, and Harry found that bare chest pressed up against him in a hug. Nice, warm, firm...okay, stop it. You're not here for that. Well, you are, but first you've got to teach them a lesson. "Right on time," Sean continued. "Yeah, well, I brought you this." Harry thrust the bottle of port he'd bought into Sean's hands. "Dom mentioned you liked that brand." Sean seemed to think that was particularly funny. "Yes, well, the lad's turned me on to it, what can I say? Come in, come in, let me give you a tour." Harry stepped inside and was immediately struck by the sheer homey messiness of the place. Books, paints and cameras were all in haphazard messes all over the living room. Lived in furniture, what looked to be Viggo's art on the walls, old rugs covering the wooden floor -- Harry could quickly see that they'd made it a home. "Very nice," he said, turning, and was once again visually hit by that bare chest. Fuck...who knew Sean was that beautiful? Blonds didn't normally turn him on. Of course, Sean was an exceptional blond, but, still... "Um, Sean..." Harry started, but was interrupted when Viggo walked into the room. Also shirtless. Also showing off his incredibly sculpted chest. And defined arms. His dark hair was swept back from that high forehead and the look of welcome in his light blue eyes was genuine, warm. Dark, Nordic god was the first thought to flicker across Harry's brain before he stopped that line of thought. Down, libido, down. All in good time. "Harry!" Viggo's hug was no less thorough than Sean's, and the warm skin was no less supple under Harry's hands. God, they were trying to kill him, and he hadn't even started with his plan yet. "Glad to have you over," Viggo said, placing a kiss on Harry's cheek. "Thanks for having me out." Okay, he had to ask. This was going to drive him nuts if he didn't. "Would either one of you mind telling me why you're both shirtless?" Sean and Viggo both looked at each other and laughed. "Well," Sean said, pointing to Viggo, "it's his fault." "Oh no, you don't. You were the one who got bored with the game." "All I did was suggest a way to make it more interesting." "What game?" Both turned at Harry's question. Blue eyes and green eyes met his in puzzlement. "What game?" he repeated. "Chess," Sean answered. "Strip chess," Viggo continued. "Strip chess?" "Sean's idea." "No," Sean argued, "it was your idea." "I really don't care whose idea it was," Harry told them. "But don't you both think chess is a bit cerebral to be porn? Most games take hours to play, if not days." Sean nodded, flashed that disarming smile that lit up his whole face. "He's right, Vig." However, this would fit in nicely with Harry's plans. "But, since you guys are already comfortable like that..." Harry's voice trailed off as he stripped off his own shirt. And he took primal satisfaction in seeing both Sean and Viggo's eyes widen. Ah...weren't expecting that, were you? Well, guys, times have changed. And I am not one of your boys. And you may love your games, but I have one of my own. "Um." Viggo coughed, tried to find breath in airless lungs. God, he hadn't realized how built Harry was. All that tanned, firm muscle just waiting to be explored. He glanced at Sean, who was just staring, as if transfixed, at the sight. Oh good, it wasn't only him. Viggo didn't even remember the last time either one of them had been rendered speechless. "So, what's for dinner, then?" Harry asked, rubbing his hands together. Sean seemed to snap out of his thoughts, because he blinked, shook his head, and smiled at Harry like it hadn't been obvious he'd just been imagining running his tongue over all that skin. "Come back to the kitchen. We'll get you a glass for your port, and I can put the salad together. Viggo?" "Yeah, okay. Come on, let's get you fed," Viggo said and led them back to the kitchen. The sooner they ate, the sooner they could all get to what happened after. And suddenly, Viggo could not wait for dessert. * * * Sean was being driven slowly insane. He had never realized just how incredibly seductive Harry was, how maddening, how teasing. Yeah, sure, he'd believed Viggo when he'd said the man was sex on wheels, but Jesus, experiencing it firsthand was flat out intense. All during dinner preparations, Harry had found one excuse after another to brush his body against Sean's...reaching for this, on his way to get that, sorry, didn't mean to bump you...yeah, right. Sean wasn't a child, he knew he was being played. But, Christ, knowing did nothing to prevent his body from reacting to every light touch of that hard chest against him and every brush of hands across his bare back. Not to mention the teasing, veiled comments. Harry was clearly a master at double entendre and innuendo. Sean had pretty much been hard all night. At dinner, it was worse. Harry had sat across from him at the table in the dining room, dark eyes devilish as he laughed and joked with Viggo, sharing stories and trading tall tales. And, the entire time, his foot had been rubbing on Sean's thigh in a light, teasing motion that had driven Sean out of his fucking mind. He'd tried moving, wiggling a bit to get away from the tantalizing torment, but Harry had simply used his other foot. And had given Sean a small wink that had him hard all over again and aching to discover all the naughty thoughts he was sure were behind those dark eyes. But, finally, finally dinner was over and it was a good thing, too, because Sean could not, for the life of him, remember anything he'd eaten. "Time to clean up," he said, jumping up to clear the dishes. He needed to get out of this room. Away from Harry. "Wait, I'll help," Harry said and stood, stretching that lovely, toned chest. His arms flexed as he swung them over his head and his dark hair fell back to his shoulders as he moved his neck to work out the knots in it. Sean's tongue went dry. Absolutely dry. Okay, out of the dining room. Back to the kitchen. Away from the temptation. Except, of course, the temptation followed him, bearing plates and dishes. "You want them in the sink?" Harry asked. "Yeah." Okay, Sean, stop glancing back at him, take your eyes away from the chest, away from the chest that's moving closer and closer still, that's right up against your back... Harry set the dishes down in the sink, leaning his body into Sean's, his arms on either side of him, trapping him between the counter and hard flesh. Sean just managed not to whimper at the heated contact. "I've got something to ask you," Harry said, his voice quiet and inviting in Sean's ear. Sean nodded his head, and jerked when Harry's hands started trailing up the sides of Sean's chest. God, you'd think he'd never been touched there before. And he hadn't...at least, not by Harry. Not by those calloused fingers rubbing so gently on him, scorching his skin. "Why did you two invite me here?" Harry had moved his lips from Sean's ear to the soft juncture of his neck and shoulder. His warm breath sent shivers through Sean's already aroused body and, when Harry placed a soft kiss on that spot, Sean practically melted in the other man's arms. "To have dinner?" Sean replied, already tilting his head to better feel Harry's soft caress. "Well, dinner's over. What now?" Harry continued to place soft, unbearably light kisses along Sean's neck and shoulder. Sean bit back the moan welling in his throat. "What about it?" Sean was barely aware he was speaking. "Turn around." And Sean turned, felt the full force of bold, tempting eyes on him, saw dark pleasures on that angular, beguiling face. And had his lips on Harry's before either one of them could think about it. Harry kissed like a fucking tornado -- his mouth and tongue moved so swiftly, so completely that Sean was swept away before he could catch his breath. Not that he wanted to -- breathing while kissing Harry was an option you could do without. He just sucked you in, kissed with his entire body. And that knowing mouth discovered every crevasse, every corner, every nerve ending. His tongue annihilated, his lips devastated, his hands obliterated. Harry was plastered against Sean, muscled chest embedded in Sean's, heavy thighs rubbing against his all while that mouth -- dear God, that mouth -- continued to steal breath and sanity and will. But, again, who fucking needed to think? "I just cannot leave you alone for five minutes, can I?" Dimly, Sean was aware of Viggo speaking. Yes, that was Viggo, Viggo's voice somewhere behind Harry, but it sounded so far away. Maybe it was the blood rushing in Sean's ears as blood raced back into his brain as Harry's lips finally left his. Good fucking Christ... He had never been kissed like that. Harry twisted his body slightly and looked at Viggo, never taking his hands off of Sean. Those long fingers continued their slow torture over Sean's sides, his chest, his stomach while Sean tried not to sink to the floor. "Viggo, so glad you could join us," Harry said, his grin feral, knowing. "You don't mind watching while I suck your lover off until he comes in my mouth, do you?" And with that one simple question, before Viggo could react, before Sean could fully register the words and get hot all over again, Harry had dropped to his knees and unbuttoned Sean's too-tight jeans. His arousal sprang free, but only for the barest instant before being swallowed in that dark, hot mouth. Fuck, fuck, fuck...Sean gasped, groaned, thrust his hips in reflex, grabbed Harry's head, his shoulders, to keep from tumbling. That fucking mouth was just as forceful, just as mind-numbing, just as bruising... Sean was consumed, inhaled, his cock enveloped in a white, wet heat unlike anything he'd ever known. Viggo just stood at the door, feeling equal parts jealousy and lust all at once, in one big tangled emotion. Jesus...Harry was clearly a master at this. He kept his motions between outright devouring Sean's cock to nibbling and teasing inner thighs and balls and the soft thatch of blond hair that lay above. And, fuck...well, Viggo didn't think he'd ever seen Sean so completely undone. Ever. Thought was quite lowering really...which probably explained the jealousy. Sean and he always made the first moves. Time to make a few moves of his own. And to experience that mouth of Harry's for himself. Viggo strode over, dropped to his knees beside Harry and joined in the teasing and licking of Sean's erection, his thighs, his hips. Harry merely scooted over a bit, not relinquishing his new toy. He continued to lick and suck, to elicit moans and shudders from Sean. When Viggo decided to take matters into his own hands and force Harry to share, the other man simply tangled Viggo's tongue with his own and they both shared in the pleasure of Sean's uncontrolled response. Finally, Harry lifted his head, ran that tongue over full lips and fixed Viggo with a knowing smirk. "Come here," he said, and Christ if that mouth on Viggo's wasn't the most explosive taste he'd even experienced. Viggo forgot all about Sean, still shuddering and needing, in front of them, forgot about sharing, forgot about making any moves, hell, forgot his own name as Harry's kiss blazed over his body in a conflagration that made forest fires seem cool. Every fucking nerve in Viggo's body screamed for more, more, more... Harry allowed no holding back, no control, but that was okay too, because as long as that mouth and that tongue continued to do such wicked things to him, what good was control? Harry tumbled Viggo to the floor, mouth still making Viggo sweat and burn and crave with every thrust of Harry's tongue, with every fierce nip of teeth on lips. "You want this?" Harry asked, moving from Viggo's mouth to his neck, his collarbone, his ears, licking and sucking with abandon, gobbling Viggo's skin like it was rich chocolate. Viggo's eyes rolled in the back of his head as another burst of flashing heat hit him, rocked him. Stunned, he could only move his head, hoping the other man would understand his unspoken acquiescence. Anything, Harry, anything at all, just take me now, please, take me because I can't take any more... And finally his wish was granted as Harry slid Viggo's jeans off of him in one quick motion, unbuttoned his own jeans, and then Harry was inside him, and Viggo didn't even know what Harry was using for lube and didn't really care, because finally he was filled, he had all that skin above him, that hard cock inside him and Christ, Harry was moving in him, over him, pushing his legs apart so he could get in deeper, thrust harder... Viggo heard movements, moans above him -- Harry'd slowed his thrusts down, and Viggo to opened his eyes to see what was causing the distraction. And, oh Christ, Sean was standing there to the side, his cock once again buried to the hilt in Harry's mouth and it was the hottest thing Viggo had ever seen. Sean's blond hair fell across his face, but couldn't quite hide the look of primal satisfaction that graced those impossibly handsome features as his cock was buried again and again in Harry's greedy mouth. Not that it stopped Harry from moving inside Viggo. Because it didn't. He continued to move his hips in time to the thrust of his mouth and Viggo was filled again and again by hard, sure thrusts. And Harry didn't even need to touch Viggo's dick, because Harry kept hitting that sweet spot again and again with his own cock and the sight of that mouth all over Sean's erection was enough, too much, so fucking sexy it made Viggo's teeth ache and his balls hurt. Viggo came with a hoarse shout that echoed off the walls, reverberated through his chest and Harry came almost immediately after, his muscled body shaking with the force of it...but he never let go of Sean, continued to suck Sean off until he was also bucking and crying out, pumping his seed into Harry's willing throat and Christ, Viggo almost got hard again just watching it, never mind that he was so drained he didn't think he'd ever move again. Harry finally relinquished his mouth from Sean and the other man immediately slumped to the floor, crawled beside Viggo to pant, chest heaving as he laid there on his back. His hand reached out and sought Viggo's, and they clasped fingers, both needing the contact. Harry withdrew from Viggo, bending down to give Viggo another hot, searing kiss before moving back to his haunches. His eyes were almost black, not quite sybaritic as his gaze swept both of the sweaty, sated men on the floor. "Well, now that we've gotten that out of the way..." he stated, unable to contain his grin. Viggo didn't know he even had the strength to move, let along laugh, but a chuckle escaped his chest nevertheless. And Sean laughed with him, the sound a little breathless. "Fuck all, Harry, what the hell was all that about anyway?" "Well, you two thought you were being so clever in inviting everyone 'round to the Playground, and I really didn't feel like being a stable boy, so..." Harry shrugged, still smiling, still looking back and forth between the both of them like he couldn't quite decide who to pounce on next. "I decided to teach you both a lesson." Oh bloody hell... Viggo and Sean turned amused glances to each other. Teach them a lesson? "Harry, love, it's a good thing we've got the weekend," Sean stated, rolling over. He crawled on hands and knees to Harry, his own grin seductive and wicked. Then his hands were fisted in Harry's hair and Sean used his tongue, his skill to make Harry burn...sweet God...he could still taste himself on Harry's tongue and it just got him hard all over again. Viggo used the opportunity to come behind Harry and wrap himself around Harry's back, mouth moving on those sculpted shoulders. "Yes, it is a good thing," Viggo told him, in between kisses and licks. "Because you are most assuredly going to need the time to recover." And Harry would have argued with him, but his mouth was full. And soon his hands were full. And by then who the hell needed to argue? Onto Tempted
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