"Not moping." No, he was just holding up the wall on the far side of the room for no reason other than he was anti-social. Really. "If you frowned any harder, you'd be scarred for life," Dom remarked, loosening his tie with a cheeky grin. "Easy for you to say," Elijah grumbled, downing the last of his gin and tonic. "Not only did you get the geezers, but you're also shagging Karl and Harry on a full-time basis. I never got anything. Not once." "Look, let's not discuss Dom's twisted sex life," Orlando remarked with a delicate shudder. Dom stuck his tongue out and grinned. "You're just jealous that Harry and Karl are happy with only me." "Hey, I'm strictly a pervy Hobbit fancier these days," Orlando smiled. "You know, I always thought shagging Billy would be like shagging my own brother." "Lucky for me, I don't have that problem." Elijah sighed. If he let them, they'd be at it all night. "Can we get back to my non-existent sex life for a moment?" he asked, glaring at his friends. Smug bastards. Everyone had paired up during filming. Except for him. Bernard had Ian, Orlando had Billy, Craig had Dave, Marton had Miranda, Karl and Harry -- lucky, greedy bastards -- had each other, as well as Dom. And Viggo and Bean had each other. As well as having everyone else. Had managed to systematically shag every available member of the cast, male and female. Everyone. Except him. Closest Elijah had gotten to the infamous Playground had been a wild weekend with Marton. Which had been fun -- God, it had been fun. His memories of that weekend were a highlight of the 'Towers' pickup shots. But, Elijah had lost hope of getting the geezers. Apparently, he wasn't good enough for them. "Alright, let's talk." Orlando slumped next to Elijah against the wall, and Dom took Elijah's other side. "You tried talking to them?" "What's to say?" Elijah looked again across the room, gave a little sigh when Viggo said something that made Sean laugh. Both of them, so fucking beautiful it hurt to look at them, so in tune with each other that it was painful in its intensity. "Eighteen months of filming. Nothing. Over five months of reshoots over the last two years. Nothing. Publicity rounds over the last three years. Nothing." Just thinking about it was making Elijah depressed. "They don't want me." Orlando shook his head. "No, they want you. They've just been waiting." "For what? My 30th birthday?" Elijah snapped. God, he needed another drink. "Dom, go get me another gin and tonic." "Um, let me think about that...no." Dom grinned at Elijah's scowl. "I don't fetch for Karl and Harry, I'm not dogging myself for you." Worth a shot. Elijah looked back at Viggo and Bean, sighed again. It would hurt less if they weren't such great guys. They'd always been so good to him, so patient, so giving. "I think they were waiting for you to grow up," Orlando remarked. "Grow up?" "Yeah, they didn't touch Dom until he was 23. And you were the first, right?" "Technically, it was Karl," Dom replied. "I was just the first solo." "What, we're arguing semantics?" Orlando rolled his eyes. "The point is, you were old enough. Elijah wasn't." "Still not. Won't be 23 until next month." "Close enough," Orlando shrugged. "Just go after them. The rest of us had to. What makes you think they're just going to fall into your lap?" Good point. Even Ian'd had to pursue them. "I hate it when you're onto something," Elijah replied, wrinkling his nose. "Come on, Sblom." Orlando pushed himself off the wall, hooked an arm around Dom's neck. "Let's go find our men and let Elijah do his thing." "As long as we get to hear details later," Dom smiled. Yeah, right. "Provided I ever get any, you'll be the first to know." * * * Okay, yeah, he could do this. Walk up to the geezers -- horrible name -- and, um, what, exactly? Proposition them? Fuck, that sounded crass. Elijah didn't want them like that. Well, okay, yeah, he wanted them like that, but not like that. Christ, he was making his head hurt. He needed another drink. A double. The bar was deserted when he walked up, and he took the opportunity to look around as he sipped his fresh gin and tonic. Craig and Dave were, as always, the center of attention with Howard, Mark, Peter and Andrew. Those two were more entertaining than an amusement park. Pity Mark wasn't here to liven things up even more. He and Craig together were a hoot. Billy and Orlando, wrapped in each other as always, Orlando laughing at something Billy'd said. And yeah, they fit, they really did, in spite of their wildly disparate personalities. Dom, snuggling with Harry and talking animatedly to Karl. Those three were the oddest triple, or whatever people called it, in history. But, they made Dom happy. All that truly mattered. Bernard and Ian, chatting it up with John and Richard, the picture of elegance, sophistication. Elijah could think of far worse role models. Cate, slow dancing with Astin, to the delight of Christine and Liv, who were attempting to dance themselves and kept stumbling over each other while trying to lead. Marton and Miranda, wrapped in each other, sharing slow kisses and smiles, oblivious to the world. Elijah's friends, his family. He was happy, rich, successful, surrounded by people who loved him. His life was overbrimming. And yet, something was still missing. "Far too much brooding tonight." Elijah gulped, bit his lower lip as Sean's sexy, smooth voice washed over him. Man could recite the cunting phone book and it would make him rock hard. "You know, you're the second person to say that." He kept his easy smile as he turned, and saw, not only Sean, but Viggo, who was nuzzling Sean's neck, arms wrapped around his waist. Typical sight. "Perhaps everyone has a point," Viggo remarked. "What can we do to make you happy?" Talk about a loaded question. Elijah glanced down, hoping he wasn't blushing, afraid that he was. If he didn't say anything, didn't answer Sean's question, he'd never hear the end of it from Orlando and Dom. He took a deep breath, lifted his head, and smiled. "Dunno," he replied, dropping his voice to what he sincerely hoped was a low purr. "What can you do to make me happy?" Sean raised a blond eyebrow, then glanced back at Viggo. Who simply smiled. "It's about time," Sean stated. "Really?" Came out as a squeak. Elijah would have been embarrassed, but Viggo took the opportunity to unwrap himself from Sean. As he moved to stand behind Elijah, Sean stepped in closer, and Elijah found himself surrounded by heat, wondering why he couldn't breathe. "We've wanted you for quite awhile," Viggo remarked, breath hot on Elijah's neck. "You...um..." dear God, whose hand was that on his hip? "...have?" Another squeak. Fuck, this was getting silly. "Yeah." Sean's smile inched closer and closer until -- lips, kissing -- oh fuck, Sean's mouth was just... Elijah leaned up, eager for more. And yelped in Sean's mouth when Viggo's lips skimmed the back of his neck. "You ready?" Sean whispered, leaning back, trailing a hand across Elijah's chest. Was he ready? Was the Pope Catholic? "Oh yeah," Elijah replied, drawing Sean's head down for another lengthy taste. No wonder everyone got glassy-eyed when talking about Sean's mouth. He was as addictive as caffeine. And the things his tongue did against Elijah's...where had he learned that? "Yes, I am a lucky man," Viggo stated when Sean lifted his head again. Elijah just stared at them with what, he was sure, was a dazed expression. Lucky didn't begin to cover it. "What took you two so long?" Oh yeah, stellar. Just blurt it out, Elijah. Sean shrugged, nibbling on an earlobe. Guh, um, yeah. "We were waiting for you to grow up," he rasped. Mmm? Oh, yeah. Elijah had asked a question. "Well, I am." Good going. Way to state the obvious. "We noticed." And Viggo's lips were on his neck again. "You ready to leave?" Elijah could only nod. Sean's hand had drifted down to Elijah's inseam, casually brushing his fingers across rigid flesh. Elijah was honestly surprised he hadn't come already. Jesus...he was not going to survive this. "Well, say your goodbyes, then." And Elijah whimpered -- fucking whimpered -- when Sean stepped away and took those magic fingers with him. Elijah dismissed his friends without a thought. "I'll see them all tomorrow." "Well, our hotel room awaits," Viggo replied, gesturing toward the door. Elijah trotted after them like an over-eager puppy and simply smiled with both Dom and Orlando gave him the thumbs up. *** Dear fuck, he had them. The both of them. Now what? Elijah looked over the spacious hotel suite, the creams and gold tasteful and elegant. Tried to ignore the bed. The really, really big bed. In the middle of the room. Deep breaths, Elijah, deep breaths. It's just sex, just...oh, the hell it was. This was sex with two gods. The legendary SeanandViggo, erotic duo of the Southern Hemisphere. Fuck. He wasn't going to be able to do this. He wasn't ready for them. "Um..." he squeaked, jumped when Sean's hand brushed his back, and Viggo stood in front of him. "Um, listen..." Was that Sean's hand on his ass? "I don't think..." "Good," Sean purred against his neck. "We don't want you to think." "Just feel," Viggo continued, and bent his head to capture Elijah's protest with his lips. Unbearable, intense...Viggo simply sucked him in and reduced him to ash. Elijah clutched helplessly at Viggo's shoulders, sagged against Sean's chest, tried to keep up with the mouth on his, the tongue sliding alongside his. Then soft lips closed on the juncture of his neck and shoulder and he whimpered -- yeah, that was definitely a whimper -- into Viggo's mouth. Sean rubbed against his back, heat and muscle and, um, whoa. Wow. Sean was not a small boy, by any stretch of the imagination. Would that even fit? Christ, he sounded like a girl. Cool air danced across Elijah's chest, and he dimly wondered when his shirt had disappeared, but the thought was quickly lost when Viggo knelt before him -- knelt, dear fucking -- "Oh God" -- and took one of Elijah's pebbled nipples into his mouth. Sean placed soft kisses along Elijah's back and spine, and it was entirely too much. Push forward into Viggo, backwards into Sean...how the hell did anyone decide? Elijah's hands fisted in Viggo's silky hair, and he mewled again, a broken, needy sound, when Viggo's tongue laved across his stomach. Steady hands...whose?...didn't matter...unbuckled and unzipped his slacks, pushing them, and his boxers, down his hips, and Elijah whimpered again when Sean ground against him, linen molding sensuously against his ass, Sean's erection sliding along his skin. Forget fitting -- Elijah didn't care. He just wanted. "Please," he moaned, unsure what he was pleading for. Viggo continued to kneel before him, still fully clothed -- and that wasn't right at all -- and ran the flat side of his tongue along Elijah's upper thigh. Elijah tugged on Viggo's shirt, wanted it off, wanted flesh under his nails, filling his mouth, his hands. Wanted Sean inside him, on him, just wanted, pleasenowgodplease... "Shh," Sean whispered, running gentle hands along his chest, and yes, oh yes, finally, Sean's naked chest rubbed across Elijah's back. Much better. Elijah sighed in contentment, would've purred if he'd been remotely coherent. "We've got you," Sean breathed, suckling his earlobe. "Clothes," Elijah managed to pant, still trying to get Viggo's shirt off. "In a minute." Viggo's voice was low, seductive, and the look he gave Elijah fried what few brain cells he had left. "Want to watch you come first." Come?...oh yeah, okay, Elijah could handle...moving, he was moving. Sean was pulling him backwards, and Viggo followed, crawling towards them both, lithe as a panther. Should've looked ridiculous -- a grown man prowling on hands and knees. Didn't. Looked hot as fucking hell. Sean sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled Elijah into his lap, and yeah...oh, um, Sean's very naked, very hard cock slipped and slid along Elijah's ass. More, Christ, more. Elijah rubbed, twisted, moaning continuously, aching and empty. "Please..." "Patience," Sean said, and a slick finger slid inside Elijah, stretching, opening, and God, it felt so good, yes, right there, more. A second finger joined the first, and Elijah pushed down, bit his lip hard, and yelped when Viggo licked along the inside of his thigh. "Spread your legs, Elijah," Viggo commanded, and yeah, okay, Elijah could do that. His knees fell open, flush with Sean's, and his moans turned into strangled screams when Viggo closed soft lips over the head of his cock at the same time that Sean thrust inside him, hot and heavy and motherfucking full... "Oh, God..." Elijah's head lolled back, pliant -- a rag doll under the relentless dual assault -- chest heaving, covered in sweat, shivering with need. Filled, stretched to the breaking point, surrounded by wet and warmth, both Sean and Viggo moving in tandem. Pushpull, twist, updown -- Sean's hands on his hips, lifting him up and slamming him down on his cock, beautiful cock, brushing his prostate with every sharp thrust. Viggo's hands on his thighs, tongue curling around the underside of his penis, sucking hard, lips closed tight around him. "Pleaseohpleaseohplease..." Wasn't aware that he was speaking aloud, wasn't aware that one hand was digging into Sean's thigh and the other bruising Viggo's shoulder. Wasn't aware that he was moving in tandem with the thrustpush of Sean's cock, Viggo's mouth. Was only aware of the incredible heat, his skin stretching, crackling, breaking, was burning from the inside out, erupting inside his own skin, needed, please, needed... The universe -- an infinity of universes -- exploded from behind Elijah's eyes, and Viggo's throat worked, swallowed every thick drop, and Sean came deep inside him, so deep that Elijah knew he'd be feeling it for weeks. Which was fine. Lovely, even. Boneless, yep. Elijah was boneless. Had felt them dissolve, was puddle of shapeless goo curled around Sean when Sean laid back on the bed. Hmm...nice bed, lovely bed, lovely arms holding him, lovely Sean stroking his hair, murmuring to him -- probably the phone book. Elijah didn't care. Lovely, lovely Viggo cleaning him and Sean, then snuggling against Elijah's other side, leaning over him to give Sean a slow, open-mouthed kiss that had Elijah melting even further into the mattress. "Sweet," Sean commented with a smile. "You should taste it from the tap." "I intend to. You should feel him -- tight, hot." "I intend to," Viggo smiled, running a hand along Elijah's damp back. "Sounds peachy," Elijah yawned, then frowned. "You're still dressed." "How astute of you," Viggo stated, giving Elijah a soft kiss. "Want you naked." God, that sounded like a pout. "So undress me." Elijah rolled floppily over, gave Viggo a bleary glare. "I can barely move and you expect coordination?" Sean's laughter drifted across the back of Elijah's neck, eliciting a shiver. "We can wait." "We'll just amuse ourselves until you're ready." Then the lovely warmth was gone, and Elijah frowned in earnest before looking up. And was instantly hard again. Jesus, Sean looked amazing naked. Tanned and toned and sleek, trading hot kisses with Viggo as they stood in the center of the room. Viggo's hands ran possessively up Sean's back, and Sean threw his head back, eyes drifting shut. And fuck, they looked hot together. Elijah bet they'd look even better if he was between them. "Um...guys...?" "Hmm?" Viggo lifted his head from Sean's neck, gave Elijah a small smile. "I'm ready." "So come join us." Sean held out a hand, and Elijah didn't need to be told twice. He rolled off the bed and practically pounced on the both of them. After all, he had a lot of time to make up for. Best to get started right away. Main Welcome to the Playground page
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