He kicked his bed, said 'fuck' a few more times and felt a little better. Right, so, no filming today. Again. Bloody mudslides. They'd be working the next ten days straight to catch up as it was. But, if Karl didn't get out of the house right now, he was going to kill himself before they did resume filming. Though Peter probably wouldn't be pleased if he did that, though. Wouldn't do to let the Mad Hatter down. Karl ran down a list of things he'd rather be doing, and, as usual, sex was at the top. Sex...Sean and Viggo. Sean had just gotten back from England four days ago -- just in time for the mudslides and delays in shooting. And he and Viggo and Karl were all caught up on looping dialogue. Okay, this was good, this was a plan. He'd pop 'round to the Playground, see what was for breakfast. He hadn't been over in a few weeks and was eager to see what they'd been up to these days. Viggo and Sean had both told him repeatedly that the door was always open to him. Always open... Karl grabbed his keys and was headed out the door before he finished the thought. * * * Karl stepped off his motorcycle, took off his helmet and breathed in the crisp morning air. God, he loved his country. No place like it on Earth. Why in God's name would anyone want to live anywhere else? He walked up the steps to Viggo and Sean's secluded cabin, rang the doorbell, and waited. The door swung open and Sean stood there, a pair of ratty, worn, pajama bottoms riding low around lean hips. He rubbed his eyes, blinked and shook his head slightly. Pale green, sleepy eyes focused on Karl. "Oh, hello," Sean said and stepped forward. Karl was immediately surrounded by warmth, a soft kiss on his lips, strong arms hugging him. Sean stepped back, smiling, looking a bit more awake. "I've been meaning to call you. Missed you while I was away." "You must not have missed me all that much," Karl teased, trailing a finger over Sean's bare chest. Sean raised a pale eyebrow. "Not much of a welcome kiss," Karl clarified. "Oh, for..." Sean grabbed Karl's head. The kiss was hard, passionate, lusty. It took them both a minute to catch their breath afterward. "Of course I missed you.." "I know," Karl grinned. "I just wanted a proper kiss." Sean shook his head. "God, I'm sorry, you're still on the porch. Come in." Karl stepped inside and Sean shut the door behind him. Place hadn't changed much, Karl observed. Still rustic and cozy, with paints and books scattered everywhere. "I'm sorry I woke you up," Karl said. "Guess I should have called." "No, no, it's fine. We've been awake for awhile, just dozing," Sean told him, and walked towards the kitchen. Karl followed slowly, admiring the way the thin cotton of the pajamas framed Sean's world-class behind. Yeah, he'd missed the geezers. "I'm sure Viggo'll crawl out of the bed at some point," Sean said, heading straight for the grinder. Within seconds, the smell of freshly ground coffee teased Karl's nose. "If he's hungry, he will," Karl replied, seating himself at the breakfast nook. Sean laughed as he poured water into the coffee maker. "True enough. I'm good for a bit of toast and tea, but that's about it." "And steaks." "And steaks," Sean agreed. Viggo appeared in the doorway just then, completely nude as he normally was when he was at home. And while Karl was used to seeing him thus, the sight still never failed to give him a slight visceral thrill. Viggo had an incredible body. One he was eager to explore again at the first opportunity. It had been far too long. "Karl." Viggo looked surprised, but very pleased. He walked over, placed a soft kiss on Karl's forehead, then tilted his face up for a lingering kiss on the lips. "What brings you to our doorstep?" "Just eager to see what the two of you were up to today." Karl accepted the mug Sean handed him with a smile. "Haven't seen you since Sean got back." "We were going to call you," Sean said, then turned to Viggo. "Coffee, love?" "Yeah, that'd be great." Viggo leaned over and gave Sean a slow kiss that had Karl melting into a jealous puddle. They were so good together. "Good morning," Viggo said, smiling. "Morning." Sean was still grinning as he went to pour more coffee. Viggo turned his attention back to Karl. "You want some breakfast?" "If it wouldn't be too much of an imposition." Viggo brushed dark hair out of his eyes. "Wouldn't have offered if it was. Cooking for four is almost the same as cooking for three." Four? Karl blinked at Viggo in surprise. Sean gaze rested behind them, handsome face once again widening into a grin. "Ah," he said, "you're finally up." Karl twisted around in his chair. And fought against the urge to drop his jaw. Dominic shuffled into the kitchen, wearing a pair of Sean's pajama bottoms, lovely gray eyes still half-closed, spiky dark blond hair all over the place, scratching a spot on his bare chest. The tousled, just out of bed look agreed with him, Karl thought, before the weirdness of the sight caught up with him. Dominic...sweet, shy Dominic, of all fucking people. With Sean and Viggo. Dom mumbled something unintelligible -- Karl thought he heard the words warmth and human blanket, but couldn't be sure -- and sat heavily in the chair across from Karl. Bleary eyes blinked and focused. "Hullo, Karl," Dom yawned. "Morning." "Morning." It was all Karl could think to say. Sean put a steaming mug in front of Dom and kissed his nape. Dom arched reflexively into the embrace. Karl just watched in silent amusement, looking at the young Hobbit with new eyes. Damn, the geezers were good. Who would have ever thought that Dom swung both ways? And that Viggo and Sean would have him? "You should experience the kid's hands," Viggo murmured in Karl's ear. "His fingers are almost as nimble as yours." "As long as it's almost," Karl smiled. "Must admit I'm a bit jealous, though. I never get the two of you to myself. Always having to share you." Viggo's mouth was now on Karl's nape, tasting, nibbling. "Funny you should mention that," Viggo said. Karl just leaned back, tilting his head so Viggo could explore. "That's why we've been meaning to call you." "You were? About?" Karl was barely aware he was speaking. He was too caught up in the feel of lips on skin. "This." Next thing Karl knew, he was flat on his back on the breakfast nook, Viggo over him, sucking his tongue, ripping off his shirt, running his hands over every inch of bare skin that was exposed. God... Karl grabbed Viggo, mostly to keep the world from spinning, and returned the kiss with equal passion, equal fervor. A second set of hands on his jeans caught his attention from the heaven that was Viggo's mouth. Karl peered down, saw Sean pulling down his pants with a small smirk. Sean...oh hell yes. Fucking hell yes. "You won't mind if Dom watches for a minute, do you?" Sean asked, grinning that insanely sexy Sean Bean grin that made Karl want to rip off his clothes and do all kinds of naughty things to him. Dom...? Watching...? Karl was distracted again from the lovely ministrations of Viggo's mouth on his ear. He focused cloudy eyes at the foot of the table, saw Dom standing a few feet away, just smiling and shaking his head. "Why doesn't...?" Karl's question was interrupted by another soul-sucking kiss from Viggo. Sean finished pulling off Karl's trousers, started running his tongue up Karl's calves. Viggo leaned back, all sensuous grace. "He's too shy," he said, answering Karl's question. "But don't let that stop you from doing whatever," Dom supplied. "I'm on my way out in a minute, anyway." This was...well...typical geezer, Karl thought, before he was dragged back under again by Viggo's mouth and Sean's lips. Sean moved steadily upwards, nibbling and tasting every inch of bared flesh, while Viggo continued to straddle his waist, kissing him like his lips were the only meal he was ever going to get. When Sean's mouth slid over Karl's straining cock, Viggo captured Karl's moan in his mouth. Jesus. Sean was a master at this...Jesus. His mouth seemed to swallow Karl whole, his tongue flicked everywhere, his hands delicately delving into his cleft. Viggo had moved to his neck, his shoulders, slid off his body to have better access to his chest. Sean continued to move his head up and down, sucking him off like he was starving. Viggo closed his mouth over a flat nipple and all Karl could do was twist his fingers up in separate sets of hair and enjoy. He was dimly aware that Dom left the room, laughing as he exited, but coherent thought had pretty much jumped and fled as soon as Viggo had thrown him down. He didn't need to think anyway -- he just needed to feel more of this. "Sean, love?" Hearing Viggo's soft voice, Sean lifted his head, ignoring Karl's ineffectual efforts to pull him back down. Sean licked dewy lips. "Yes?" "I want him now." Sean raised an eyebrow. "So have him." Karl heard Viggo's smothered laugh and then was unceremoniously flipped over on his stomach. Viggo raised Karl's hips, kneading and teasing his ass until Karl was moaning and writhing with want. "Oh yes, I'm going to enjoy this," Viggo said. "Sean?" Sean obediently stepped forward. Karl twisted his head around, saw Sean rubbing something that looked like...was that marmite?...onto Viggo's dick as he kissed Viggo long and deep. Viggo's hand joined Sean's for a few strokes, then smeared some of the substance on Karl's ass, preparing him. He barely had a chance to register the pleasure of it and then Viggo was sliding inside, movements fluid and sure. God...fuck...Christ. Karl moaned, raised his hips to meet Viggo's thrusts. They settled into a hard, fast rhythm, both too on edge for patience. Karl moaned when Viggo hit his prostate, the moan turning into a strangled groan when he felt a new pair of hands racing over him. Sean, caressing him with long fingers, a gentle touch, before tilting Karl's head back, nudging his cock between Karl's lips. Oh, yes, hellyes... Karl was trapped between the two of them, sucking eagerly on Sean's cock as Viggo pounded into him, flesh slapping against flesh with each hard, driving thrust. Karl sucked harder, drawing Sean deeper down his throat, as he tried to meet Viggo's movements. It was indescribable, it was ecstasy, it was bloody fucking...the best goddamn orgasm Karl had ever had. He came, groaning and shuddering, felt Viggo come inside him moments later, heard Sean's moan of release as he spilled down Karl's throat, the taste bitter, salty, addictive. "Okay, so I'm popping round for breakfast more often," Karl said, long minutes later. Sean had slumped over in the chair next to his sprawled body, stroking his hair with languid fingers. Viggo had curled up on top of him, covered him in warmth. Viggo laughed low in his ear. "You could always stay for lunch as well." "And dinner," Sean added. "Man needs three meals a day." Karl laughed weakly. But was undeniably eager to get started all over again. Definitely, a trip to the Playground was just what he'd needed. Onto Willing
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