Of course, he was never really going to do anything about it. Sean was quite firmly hooked up with Viggo. Anyone with eyes could see the way they looked at each other, spoke to each other, seemed to complement each other. And David was gentleman enough -- and frightened enough by Viggo's intensity -- that he would never interfere, never go there. Except in his dreams. And those were certainly hot enough to keep his bed from feeling quite so empty. * * * Dave had been waiting to film this scene for weeks. Finally he'd gotten to wrap his arms around Sean and feel that hard body against his. Yeah, so what, it was for the movie, for a flashback sequence involving Faramir and Boromir. And yeah, Dave was a blatant perv for being so turned on at the thought. Still, it didn't stop him from fumbling his lines a bit, just to feel those strong arms go around him again and again. But, finally, the scene was shot and it was time to go home for the day. And yeah, he and Sean only had this one scene together, but it was just fucking amazing. Sean brought so much depth with only a gesture or flick of the eyes. He'd definitely risen the bar for Dave in this scene...and, by the end of it, everyone on set was a little emotional. "That was simply amazing, guys," Peter told them when they had called 'print.' "I almost feel like writing another scene for you." "You could always make it so Boromir lives," Sean teased. "Yes, Sean, I'm going to mess with character arcs and book canon and piss off millions of fans just so Boromir and Faramir can go to battle together," Peter replied. He pushed his glasses further up his nose and grinned. "Works for me," Dave replied. "The Sons of Gondor need to be together." "That's why Aragorn wears the vembraces." "Ah well, worth a shot, eh?" Sean said and turned to Dave. "You doing anything tonight?" "No, no plans. Thought I'd watch a bit of the telly, go over my scenes for tomorrow." "Choptering out to Methuen tomorrow," Peter said. "You'll need your rest." "Come round to the house for a pint first," Sean suggested. "The Sons of Denethor should celebrate their reunion." Dave turned to Peter. "Can I, Mum?" he asked, batting his eyelashes. "Oh, go on with you lot. I've got real work to do," Peter smiled. * * * Okay, so it was just a pint with a friend. Nothing more. Still, knowing that didn't stop Dave's heart from racing as he drove the short distance to Sean and Viggo's cabin. He'd showered and changed quickly into jeans and an oxford shirt, eager to get to the cabin, see the place. He hadn't been invited there yet and was rather curious as to how they lived. It was a very cool-looking place so far, he observed, as he parked the car. Nestled back amongst the woods, it was both secluded, yet welcoming. Dave wondered how they'd ever found the place. He knocked on the door and Sean answered, dressed just as casually as Dave in jeans and a snug t-shirt. And, once again, Dave felt that little kick to his groin. God, he had it so bad. Sean was just a man -- good-looking, to be sure, with a voice as sexy as all get-out and a graceful, lean body made for pleasure. But a man, nevertheless. And he was Viggo's man. It wouldn't do to forget that. "Dave, you made it!" He was welcomed by a too-brief hug from Sean and a motion to step inside. "Come in, then. Thought we'd go back to the porch. You have a preference in ale?" "Shiner Bock, if you've got it." "Of course. Too many Aussies coming 'round not to have it. Make your self at home. I'll get the drinks." Sean smiled and disappeared in the direction of the kitchen. Dave looked around the place as he walked back to the porch -- very rustic and homey. Wood furniture, soft rugs on the floors, books and paints and cameras were scattered everywhere. Dave figured the mess was mostly Viggo's. He seemed like the type that would need to have all of his instruments of art near him at all times, when and if inspiration struck. Dave had seen some of his work. His photography had a use of color that dazzled the eyes and while he didn't normally go for the abstract art thing, Viggo's paintings had a kind of life, an immediacy that simply spoke to him. It was so warm, so full of passion, of life. Dave found his way to the darkening porch. Sean was already waiting for him, bottle in hand. "Thought you'd gotten lost," Sean commented, as he handed Dave his beer. "No, no, just looking around." "I'm sorry, I forgot you'd never been here. I should have given you a grand tour of the place." Dave waved off Sean's apology. "It's fine. I liked it better exploring on my own. You have quite a home." Sean shrugged, lifted a leanly muscled shoulder. Dave wondered if there was any part of the man that didn't turn him on. "Yeah, well, it'll do," Sean said. "You should see Viggo's cabin in Idaho, puts this place to shame." Dave wasn't especially in the mood to talk about Viggo. Not that he didn't like the other man, he did. But it was hard to think of nice things to say when all you wanted to do was throw the man's lover down and kiss him until you were both out of breath and out of patience. Somehow, Dave thought that Viggo might not be too keen on that idea. Jesus, Dave needed a life. A date, a blowjob, something. He took another long pull off his beer and tried not to think of Sean giving him that blowjob. "You did good work today," Sean said, peering at him over his bottle of Newcastle. "Thank you." Dave blushed -- could actually feel his cheeks turning pink. Thank God the porch was dark. He was pathetic. One compliment and he got all fucking woozy. "Although I did notice something about your performance that seemed a little off." "Oh?" "You deliberately flubbed your last lines three times. Why?" David paused in the act of raising his bottle. "Um," he cleared his throat. "Come again?" Sean regarded him with pale green eyes. "Your lines about keeping the speech nice and short. You flubbed them on purpose." "I...ah...". Dave's brain seemed suddenly empty. Fuck. "Um...". He shrugged, trying to buy time, trying to will his brain to come up with some answer, any answer. "I was curious," he blurted out. Oh great, just fucking great. Why don't you just go ahead and tell the man you've entertained lustful thoughts about him for months? "Curious?" Sean raised an eyebrow. "And why would you be curious?" "It's all Tolkien's fault." Christ, what the hell was he saying? Sean walked the few steps that separated them and bent to Dave's ear. "Go on. I'm listening." Dave gulped. He was acutely aware of every muscle in Sean's body pressing up against his, aware of the sound of his breathing, aware of the dark forest around them, giving the illusion of total solitude. "It's...um...well, see, Boromir and Faramir were my two favorite characters and..." Dave nearly jumped out of his skin when Sean began tracing a lazy pattern on Dave's ear with his tongue. "Keep going," Sean said in that low, throaty bedroom voice. "I'm still listening." Dave tried again. Sean returned to his slow ministrations. "Well...um...they're close and all and um...brothers...and I've always been..." "Curious?" Sean supplied, his voice a rough whisper. Dave shivered, swamped with so much need he could practically taste it. He nodded, not trusting his voice. "Me too," Sean said, moving his attentions to place languid kisses on Dave's jawline and cheekbones. "You..." God, that felt so good "...were?" "Yeah. You've just gotta wonder about how close they really were." Lips right up against his, still whispering. "Kinda gives a whole new meaning to the term 'brotherly love', dunnit?" Dave nodded, felt the slight pressure of Sean's lips on his and just lost it. He grabbed the back of Sean's head and kissed him with all the pent-up lust and curiosity he'd carried around for the last few months. He plundered Sean's mouth like it was a delicacy -- used his tongue to savor all of the unique flavor. He felt Sean's goatee rub against his chin, tickling flesh. Dave pulled Sean closer, hand still clutched in that glorious hair, continued to kiss Sean as thoroughly as possible. And Sean was responding just as enthusiastically, opening his mouth, sliding his tongue over Dave's, nipping his lower lip. Sean grabbed Dave around the waist, fitted them together so Dave could feel just how enthusiastic Sean really was. Christ, this was beyond all his expectations, beyond all his dreams, this was... "Hope I'm not interrupting anything?" Two blond heads turned at the sound of a third voice. And Dave's heart just stopped. Viggo was leaning against the outside door to the porch, glass of wine in hand, looking for all the world like coming home to find his lover kissing another man was a normal and expected thing. "You're so Ranger sometimes, love," Sean said, arm still around Dave's waist. "Sneaking up on us is bad form." "I wasn't sneaking." Viggo lifted his long body from the door and walked to Sean and Dave. "You were just distracted." "So I was," Sean said and then Viggo lowered his mouth to Sean's and it was the fucking hottest kiss Dave had ever seen. He tried to move back, tried to give them some room, but Sean just tightened his grip and actually pulled Dave closer...and Viggo snaked his arm around Dave's waist to help. They continued to kiss each other with open mouths and eager tongues and pulled Dave in until they were kissing him as well. They welcomed him into the embrace like they were just waiting for him to show up and claim his rightful spot. Dual tongues played with his own, two sets of teeth nipped at his lips and Dave could really do nothing more than stand there and let his world be rocked six ways to Sunday. Goddamn, these guys could kiss. Eventually, after Dave was quivering, shaking, needing more and not knowing how to ask, Sean and Viggo lifted their lips from Dave and each other. They both smiled at the dazed look of bliss on Dave's face. "Right yet again, Sean love," Viggo commented, running an experimental tongue out to his own lips, tasting. "Truly delectable lips." Sean smirked. "I told you so. I think he'll make an excellent addition to the Playground, don't you?" Bliss gave way to confusion as Dave looked from one man to the other. "What in the world are you two talking about?" He turned to Viggo, felt both sets of arms still wrapped around his waist. And the question he'd been meaning to ask finally spilled out. "And why aren't you kicking my ass, or at least trying to?" Viggo laughed. God, he was truly beautiful when he smiled, Dave inanely thought. "Why would I do that?" He'd stepped into a parallel dimension, that was all there was to it. "Perhaps because I was just kissing Sean and you caught us at it?" he said, reminding the other man and kicking himself for doing it. "And doing a splendid job from what I saw," Viggo replied. His hand moved up to play in Dave's hair. "I think I might need a taste of that on my own." And Dave was drowning again, sinking into Viggo's mouth, Viggo's lips, his world spinning, his universe shifting. Viggo's kisses should really be registered as lethal weapons. Viggo lifted his head again, smiled that incredible smile that lit up pale blue eyes. "Truly delectable." Dave was more confused now than ever. "I don't..." Viggo interrupted him. "Sean, love, want to do the honors again?" Dave turned to Sean, who grinned. "It's simple, really. We decided at bit ago that we wanted you. And we knew you wanted me. Just a matter of finding out how you felt about Viggo. And now that it's settled, we've got a question for you." Dave's head spun...Sean knew? Viggo knew? They wanted him? Was Sean serious? Where was the alarm clock? Sean noticed the utter lack of comprehension on Dave's face and chuckled. "Do you want to play with us?" he asked. Viggo wasn't going to kill him. Okay...he could handle that. And they wanted to share him. The both of them. Together. Fuck me...God... "I'm kinda speechless here," Dave finally said. "That's okay," Sean told him, still grinning. "We were planning on keeping you too busy to talk anyway." "Conversation wasn't what we had in mind," Viggo continued. And then Sean's mouth was on Dave's mouth and Viggo's lips were on his neck and two sets of hands were roaming all over his body and it just felt...so damn good. Someone started unbuttoning his shirt and another began unzipping his jeans. Hands replaced clothing as he was rubbed and touched all over and he was still being kissed by Sean like he was a fine port or dark ale -- slow, long kisses that burned a slow path from Dave's mouth to his groin and every other fucking nerve on his body. Viggo kept busy by kissing Dave's neck, shoulders, back...anything and everything he could reach. Being spooned by two hard, muscled bodies that were so into his pleasure was just the biggest fucking turn-on in the entire world. And Dave just went with it -- gave his body over to them -- shivered and moaned and ran his hands over every inch of them he could find while continuing to feast on Sean's addicting mouth. Someone's...Sean's maybe...hand closed over his needy cock and the touch was explosive, rocked his world, tilted his brain. Senses fried into a melting puddle as he was stroked, teased, rubbed...and then another set of fingers joined in, caressed his aching balls, massaged where the first hand wasn't and it felt...God, it just felt. Dave came, shuddering, gasping into Sean's mouth, leaning back into Viggo's kiss on his neck. "And does that satisfy your curiosity then, love?" Sean asked, moving to kiss his ear. "As soon as I can move again, I'll let you know," Dave said, slumping down on Viggo's chest. Viggo chuckled, held him close. "We have all night." Sean kissed Dave, then leaned over him to kiss Viggo again. Dave's body, impossibly, stirred at the sight. Sean grinned at Viggo as they both felt Dave's reaction. Definitely, Dave was going to be just as much fun as Dom. Onto Eager
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