Craig was gaping. Actually gaping. He never gaped...nothing ever fazed him. Well, until now. Until Dave's nonchalant bombshell. "Yeah, of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" "But...I...you...they..." Craig slumped back in his director's chair, stunned. Cameramen, lighting technicians, crew members of all types raced around him, setting up the next Lothlorien scene. Dave had dropped by, 'just to get a look at the truly spectacular set' and was now currently trying to render Craig completely speechless. And it was fucking working. "That's...uh..." Craig cleared his throat, tried again. So much for coherence. "What? I like them, they like me, why not?" Dave's blue eyes flashed impishly. "Besides, Craig, Sean kisses like a fucking bat out of hell. And I won't even tell you what Viggo's capable of." "Please don't." Craig ran a hand through his mop of spiky, black hair...or, he would have. He'd forgotten he was in full wig and costume, so the only thing he caught was a few long, blond strands. He grimaced, thinking about how annoyed costuming was going to be. This whole pristine Elven thing sucked. "It's just...I thought we...you...going to..." "Now, come on, Craig. We've always had an open relationship. And I haven't actually, you know, had actual sex with them. It's just been fooling around." Craig shot his lover a dark look. "Your version of fooling around and mine are a bit different." "You should just have them yourself," Dave grinned. "Then you'd feel better about things." This time, Craig was a little more prepared. One nice thing about Dave was that most of the time, Craig could figure out what he was thinking. "If Viggo had wanted to start anything, he should have said something when we were filming Helm's Deep. We were around each other constantly for nine fucking weeks." "Yes, but you were working," Dave pointed out. "You told me yourself how heinous it was." Craig nodded. "True. But he still could have said something." "Besides, Viggo won't do anything without Sean. It's actually very lovely." "Isn't that sweet of them?" Craig just rolled his eyes. God help him, Dave was getting all bent on these two guys. Yeah, they were hot. Fucking incredibly, insanely, addictingly hot. Craig was only a man, after all, and Sean...God help him, Sean and all of that lean, blond grace, was just about the sexiest thing Craig had ever seen. And then there was Viggo and all of his tall, dark poeticness, with that walk that just screamed fuck me now, fuck me hard. But Craig was taken. Or so he'd thought. "It's the Playground. You get them both or not at all." "Hmm, well, I hate to burst your bubble, but you do know that they've been fucking Karl on a pretty regular basis for the last few months, don't you?" Craig asked. Karl had been rhapsodic in his praise. Much like Dave, now that he thought about it. "Not anymore. But, it wasn't just Karl either, Dave replied, curling his lanky body deeper in his chair. "They've fucked Harry." Craig's eyes went wide. "Harry?" Jesus...his prowess in the sack was practically legend in the NZ acting community. How the hell had the geezers managed to snag Harry? "More than once, too. And Orlando." "Orli?" Sweet-faced Orlando? Jesus. Craig was so behind on the gossip. "Anyone else? Or should I be afraid to ask." Dave started counting on his fingers. "Billy..." "Billy? Thought he was straight." "Yeah, so did everyone else. Think he's actually seeing Orli now, though," Dave added. Well, that was certainly an interesting tidbit. Craig resolved to pay more attention to them today to see if there really were sparks. "And Dom," Dave added, with another grin. "Oh and Marton, but that's no surprise there." "True enough. If Karl's had them, you know Marton wasn't far behind." The two of them were inevitably in the same trouble. "Is that it?" "So far, yeah. Still haven't had you, though. I'd think about approaching them. It'll be worth it." "Dave, your shocking tendency to throw me at other men is somewhat disquieting," Craig laughed. Dave's answering smile lit up his whole face. "Just trying to spread the wealth with my favorite Elf." "Cheeky bastard." Craig could only shake his head. "Now c'mere and give me a kiss, so I can think about forgiving you for shagging other men." "I'm not shagging them," Dave said, but leaned forward anyway. Craig loved Dave's lips, loved nibbling on them, tasting them, sliding his own lips over them. And was always looking for an excuse to kiss him. "Now this is just what I like to see first thing in the mornings." Craig took his time ending the kiss before facing Sean's laughing green eyes. "Sorry, old man, but the show isn't free." He winked at the other man, ran a finger over Dave's cheek. "We Elves are entirely too haughty to give it up without recompense." "That's not what Legolas tells me," Viggo said, walking up. He bent to give Sean a lingering kiss that had Craig clearing his throat Damn. Tight leggings first thing in the morning...fuck, they could kiss. "Yes, well, the young Elf could do with a little more discretion from what I hear," Craig replied. Sean laughed, the act crinkling the corners of those truly remarkable cat-like eyes. "Yes, but his deviant ways are precisely why we love him." Dave snickered. "Yes, well, we know all about that, don't we?" Sean just leaned over and kissed Dave, effectively ending his laughter. And Craig's dick got hard again. Who knew the sight of his lover and Sean together would be so hot? Then again, all that blond gorgeousness in one place was certainly a very nice sight. "They always like this when I'm not around?" Craig asked, arching an eyebrow at Viggo. Viggo continued to look at Sean and Dave with a decidedly wicked glint in his eyes. "Yeah," he replied, and leaned in himself to join the kiss. Fucking hell. It was a good thing Craig was sitting down, because his legs were clearly not going to support him. Watching three sets of tongues slide in and around each other was turning his entire body into liquid. Except, of course for his dick. Which was so the opposite of liquid that it wasn't even amusing. Viggo and Sean finally lifted their heads and Craig noted the blissful look on Dave's face. He normally only had that look after sex, but then again, kissing Viggo and Sean together was probably like sex. Only better. Different. Something. "See you on set," Sean replied, giving Craig a wink, as he and Viggo turned and left. "Did I just...?" Nah. He was imagining. "I think you've just been invited," Dave said, standing himself. He bent, touched his very warm lips briefly with Craig's. "You really should take them up on it." Take them...? Craig sat back in his chair, stunned. Take them up on it? Them...no. They weren't serious. "I'm sure they were putting on a show for my benefit," Craig answered. "If they were serious about me, why were they kissing you?" "To show you what you would be getting," Dave replied. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go kill some Goblins. I'll see you later on, love." And with another kiss, Dave walked off. Leaving a pretty confused Craig behind. This was clearly going to be a long day. * * * Craig wanted a hot shower and a nice, relaxing blowjob. Preferably at the same time. Jesus, but the day's shoot had gone on forever. If he'd had to kill one more fucking Orc, he would have gone be-bopping batshit. How many times did one need to film one bloody scene? Didn't know, didn't care anymore. It was finally done, he was headed back to his trailer. Then back to his house to call Dave, who most assuredly owed him. He almost yelped when strong fingers closed around his arm, yanked him into a copse of trees. His startled glance met Viggo's smiling, ice blue eyes. "Jesus, Vig, what the fuck?" Viggo simply tugged on his hand, dragging him down to the small set where Elijah and Cate had been filming the Mirror of Galadriel scene earlier in the week. Viggo was still in his costume as well, but that was really nothing new. Craig sometimes wondered if Viggo slept in it. Not that he imagined Viggo got much sleep, the way he and Sean carried on...and, just thinking about it melted Craig's brain. They'd actually gotten Harry. Fucking incredible. "Okay, what the hell? Why am I here?" Craig asked, once they'd stopped. "We're waiting." Viggo sank onto one of the stone steps, propped a knee up, watched Craig with a patient look on his handsome face. "Waiting for?" Yeah, he knew Viggo was all into the whole mystic/poetic what the fuck ever, but Craig figured he should at least know why the hell he wasn't in the shower now with Dave's lovely lips wrapped around his cock. "Sean." Craig blinked, waiting for the rest of the sentence. Wasn't terribly surprised when he didn't get it. Fucking hell, Viggo. Just...Viggo. No adjectives needed. The guy was practically his own adjective. So Craig waited for a few minutes, paced, all the while feeling Viggo's eyes on him. Should have been creepy, but it was kinda sexy, in a really weird way. Viggo didn't exactly look at him like he was imagining Craig naked or anything, but it was still intense. Like maybe he was trying to imagine Craig's soul naked. Great, now he was getting all poetic and weird. Where the fuck was Sean? And what did Sean even want with him? And why was he waiting for it again? He turned, saw Sean trotting down the steps, also still in his costume, minus that heavy-ass cloak he was always having to wear. And the surcoat. Craig was thankful once again he wasn't playing a Man in this production. At least the Elven costumes were light. "Sean, love, glad you're here to keep me company!" he called. "Boyfriend over here is playing strong and silent again." Sean reached Viggo, looked down. "That true?" Viggo shrugged, got up in one fluid movement, stretching his long, muscled body. "I was busy." "You weren't doing anything," Craig reminded him. "I was remembering a few things." Suddenly Craig didn't want to know. The look in Viggo's eyes now was decidedly a lot more hot than it had been a bit ago. "Sean, Vig said you wanted to see me?" He just wanted out of here. His costume itched, felt much too heavy. Sean and Viggo walked to him and he tried not to panic, really he did, but goddamn, they both looked so serious, so intent. Almost like they were stalking him...almost like he was prey... No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than he was pressed against one of the large rocks with Viggo and Sean on either side of him. The heat of both men radiated throughout his body, even though they weren't even touching him. And their eyes...fuck all. Supernovas weren't this hot. "Dave was telling us a few things." Craig almost gulped at the sound of Sean's low, throaty voice right in his ear. Aural sex...fuck, Sean should bottle it. "What was that?" he asked, surprised his voice even worked. "You seriously thought we didn't want you?" Viggo's soft, sibilant whisper in his other ear. Yeah, God, definitely too hot here, needed a shower...a cold shower... Sean started running a hand up Craig's chest, all light fingers and delicate movements. Oh hell, just...Craig was definitely out of his depth here. "Um, what was...?" The question died in his throat at the feel of Sean's lips on his neck. Hot, yes, hot, definitely... "Did you know I used to watch you while we were filming Helm's Deep and ache?" Viggo asked, soft whisper sending shivers down Craig's body. Sean's hands were now working their way up Craig's tunic, drawing it up over his body, and immediately going back to Craig's now very naked, very needy chest. "You looked so fierce, so fucking Elven," Viggo continued. "You made me so horny." "I did?" Craig's brain was melting under Sean's soft touches, Viggo's hot words. Just, fuck me, woah. The two of them should be labeled as hazardous to male health. "Yeah." And whatever inane comment Craig was going to make in response was swallowed by Viggo's mouth devouring his in the mother of all kisses. Sweet Christ. Craig's head fell back as he allowed Viggo access to everything, anything, whatever, God those lips, that tongue on his... Sean's hands were busy on his chest, tweaking the hard nubs of his nipples, running over the flat planes of his stomach, lower, lower, under his leggings...God. Viggo captured the moan when Sean's nimble fingers closed around his cock, started stroking. Christ, these two made a good team. Craig tried to simultaneously return the kiss, pump into Sean's fingers and get Viggo and Sean's shirts off them so he could feel flesh under his fingers. Two out of three wasn't bad and who honestly cared about shirts anyway when he had lips to explore and that hand fisting him with long, lazy strokes? Not him...clothes were acceptable as long as Sean never stopped. Viggo finally lifted his head, licked wet lips. The blue of them turned almost cobalt and Craig was seared all over again by the heat in them. "You should really taste him, Sean," Viggo said. Sean used his free hand to tilt Craig's chin to him. "I intend to." And Craig was sucked under again, this time by a kiss that scorched his body into cinders. Sean's hand continued to stroke him and Viggo's lips moved to his neck, shoulders. So good, so very fucking good, Sean's hands should always be on his cock, moving on him, Viggo should always be pressed against him like this, Sean's tongue should always be down his throat and just...fuck. Craig couldn't even moan as he came. He was too caught up in sheer sensation to even think of ruining it with sound. Sean's lips moved to his cheeks, his jaw, and Viggo moved back up to his mouth, replacing Sean's, in a slow, sexy kiss that made Craig wish he were still connected to the rest of his body in some way, because he could certainly use another round of hands on him right about now. Or mouths, whatever, he wasn't picky. "Feel better about things?" Viggo asked against his lips. Craig nodded, wasn't sure why, wasn't like he'd felt bad about things before. But he was most assuredly feeling better now. "This certainly beat what I was thinking about doing," he said, turning his neck so Sean could have better access to it. "Which was?" Viggo asked, hands running over Craig's stomach and hips in slow movements. "Taking a shower." "Shower sounds lovely," Sean stated, and swirled his tongue around Craig's ear. The voice, the tongue...Jesus, just Sean. He should be his own adjective, too. "I'm thinking we could use one after the day we've had," Viggo agreed, smiling at Craig. Smiling, smiling, why, there was something he wasn't getting here, what, think...shower. "You want to shower with me?" Sean laughed and pulled Craig away from the rocks and against his muscled body. "Yes. We do. And we're serious. You in?" Craig looked at the both of them, gaze going from one to the other. As long as they really wanted him... "Oh yeah, definitely," he smiled, and let them lead him away from the set. Craig had a feeling he and Dave would be doing a lot of comparing the next day. Speaking of... "Maybe we should call Dave?" Sean and Viggo shared a very private smile that still somehow managed to be the hottest thing Craig had ever seen. "What a lovely idea, Craig," Sean replied. "Wonder why we didn't think of it?" Viggo sounded incredibly amused, but Craig couldn't quite figure out why. He was too busy trying to figure out how they were going to get four people in his shower. Oh well, he was sure they would manage somehow. 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