When Karl gave someone a hug, he did it with his entire body. Legs, arms, chest, thighs, everything. He did nothing half-way. Which was nice, Marton thought, as he turned from his car. He embraced his friend and ex-lover, held him for a long time before drawing back. "I've been seeing more familiar faces the past hour..." "I know. It's like a regular Xena and Shortland Street reunion," Karl replied, grabbing one of Marton's bags from the trunk. "How long are you here?" Marton lifted his other suitcase. "Next few weeks. Plenty of time to get into some trouble with the old crowd, if that's what you're asking," he smiled. "Ah, my friend, you are in for a treat." Karl's grin widened. "Wait until you meet the geezers." "The who?" Karl walked with him across the set to his newly appointed trailer. "Viggo Mortensen and Sean Bean. Playing Aragorn and Boromir. My God, they are extraordinary." "I know, Karl, I've seen their films." "I'm not talking about their acting abilities, splendid as they are. Trust me. They just..." Karl got an almost rapturous expression on his face. "Just, trust me, okay?" Now Marton was all kinds of curious. Karl wasn't easily impressed. He set his bags down on the counter and turned to his friend. "Do I even want to know?" Karl nodded emphatically, hazel eyes impish. "I'll let you find out for yourself. Come on 'round to my place 9ish. We'll go to the pub, I'll introduce you." "Sounds like a plan." "It's good to have you here." "Good to be here." * * * Jesus, Karl wasn't kidding. Raw animal magnetism just seemed to radiate from both Viggo and Sean. Fucking incredible. They were a study in contrast -- Viggo with his sculpted body and dark hair, and Sean with his whipcord lean grace and blond hair that he was continually brushing back past his ears. They made for a very striking couple. Marton took another sip of his lager, continued to watch the two men play pool. The corner booth provided an excellent view of tight asses -- hey, Marton was only a man -- as they took turns bending over the table and trading jokes between shots. The love they had for each other was open and obvious in the small gestures and little, knowing glances. He forced his gaze away and peered curiously at Karl, who was across the table. "And you say they have an open relationship?" Karl nodded, finished off his ale and signaled for another one. "Yep. They refer to it as 'inviting' people to the Playground. Guess the name stuck." Marton raised a dark eyebrow. "And who all have they 'invited'?" Karl tapped his finger on his forehead. "Dominic, Dave...me, of course." "Of course." They both laughed. "I think Orlando as well. Oh...and Harry." "Harry?" Marton couldn't disguise his incredulousness. "They got Harry?" He gazed once again at Viggo and Sean, who were good-naturedly arguing over a missed shot. "Did anyone warn them about him?" Karl laughed. "Of course not, Marton. What fun would that've been?" Marton grinned, shook his head. "And they're both still walking. Now I have to meet them." It was just the opening Karl had been hoping for. "Well, hold on, I'll bring them over." He stood and walked to the two men. They smiled when he approached and Sean gave him a very thorough kiss. "Want to come around later?" Sean asked, when he lifted his head. Karl grinned and ran his hand over Sean's chest. "Possibly. But, you'll most likely be too busy for me until tomorrow." "Will we?" Viggo looked puzzled. Karl pointed to the booth. "See him?" Sean and Viggo both looked at Marton, who waved. "Very nice," Viggo commented, glancing over the dark hair, killer cheekbones and muscled forearms. Hard to tell about everything else since he was sitting, but Viggo liked what he saw so far. "Who is he?" Sean asked. "That, my love, is Marton Csokas. He's here to play Celeborn." Karl turned back to the two men. "And he is more than very nice, Vig. He's exceptional. And he'd like an introduction." "Would he?" Sean and Viggo looked at each other for a minute, seemed to reach some sort of unspoken agreement. "By all means," Viggo said. "Introduce us to this exceptional man." Karl didn't bother to contain his smile as he led the couple to the booth. Marton watched them approach and was struck yet again by the sheer grace of the two men. Should absolutely be illegal. "Marton, this is Viggo." Marton reached out to shake the other man's hand and felt the jolt as warm flesh pressed up against his. Very nice. He looked up into clear blue eyes to see if Viggo had caught the same vibe, and the almost hungry look on his face told him yes, he had. "And Sean." Same handshake. Totally different vibe. Viggo had been a nice hum. Sean was a fucking lightning storm. Marton was surprised that his eyebrows weren't singed. And Sean was just as affected, if the look on that handsome face was any indication. "Well, well," Sean murmured, gazing at Marton through curious green eyes. "Have a seat," Marton said, motioning to the seat across from him. But was somehow not surprised when Sean slid in beside him, so close Marton could feel the heat of the other man's thigh pressing against his. Viggo and Karl slid in across from them and there was an odd moment of charged silence before the barkeep brought over Karl's drink. "So," Viggo said, "you and Karl worked together?" Marton and Karl shared an amused glance. "Yeah," Marton replied, trying not to pay any attention to the heat of Sean against him and...was that Sean's hand on his thigh? He glanced down, saw long fingers on his leg, and jerked his gaze up to Sean. Who simply smiled at him. And started stroking his leg. Christ. "We first worked together on a television show called Shortland Street." Karl's low voice reminded Marton of where he was. Which was in a public area. With his ex-lover and Sean's current lover. Right across from them. Not that it was apparently bothering Sean at all, cause now his other hand was busy playing with Marton's hair. He cleared his throat, trying to remind the other man of where they were. And who they were with. Didn't work...Sean simply leaned forward and placed a brief kiss on Marton's neck. The slight contact had Marton harder than fucking iron. God. Karl continued to tell everyone at the table a funny story about their days on SS, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Sean was now blatantly licking Marton's neck. He squirmed, tried not to moan, to sink into the sensation, tried to inch away from those lips and roving hands, but couldn't. There wasn't anywhere for him to go. "Sean, love, you're being a bit obvious, don't you think?" Viggo asked, shaking his head and smiling. "Hush, Vig, you should taste him," Sean replied, his voice all seductive and low. Jesus, just him talking was making Marton ache. "It's a bit like peaches." "I always thought he tasted more like tangerines," Karl said, giving Marton a small wink. "Really?" Sean used a finger to turn Marton's head to him. "Let's see." The kiss was thorough, hotter than a summer's day in the desert and, and left Marton shaking. Sean's mouth moved over his like it was the only thing in the universe. Hot lips dragged him under, a soft tongue threatened sanity -- it was a kiss unlike anything Marton had ever experienced. "That was nice." Karl seemed a little out of breath himself when Sean finally lifted his head. "Don't you think, Vig?" The gleam in Viggo's eyes turned them to dark cobalt. "Oh, yeah." God, what the hell had Marton gotten himself into? "I'm sor--" Sean cut him off with another blistering kiss, this one rocking him straight to his toes, groin, bones, blood cells. Marton forgot all about apologizing, forgot about the pub, the world -- the universe revolved around only Sean's mouth sucking him dry, teeth easing over his lips and a wet tongue sliding across his own. "Don't apologize," Sean told him in a flirtatious purr. Karl crooked a finger at Sean, hazel eyes sinful in the low light overhead. "I've got a need to know how strawberries and tangerines taste together." Just watching the two of them sink into each other made Marton's dick dance with joy. Christ. He already knew how potent Karl's kisses were, and having just discovered the joy that was Sean's mouth...he couldn't even finish the thought. He just wanted in on it. And Karl, bless his lecherous heart, seemed to read his mind, because he reached out and grabbed Marton's hand and pulled him into the kiss. Someone must have replaced all of Marton's blood with volcanic fire. He was so fucking hot he was surprised he wasn't a pile of ashes on the floor. Those tongues, those mouths... "A kurva eletbe." Marton sighed the words, lapsing into Hungarian as he leaned back. He was sure he looked just as shell-shocked as he felt. Fuck. Viggo just continued to sit back, watching them with that amused look still on his too-handsome face. "I fucking love my life," he said. "I love your life," Sean replied and that sexy grin turned Marton on so much he was surprised he was still sitting upright. "So, do we know what we need to know, Sean?" Viggo asked, giving Marton an appraising glance that had nerves skittering up his spine. "Yeah, he'll definitely do." Do? Do...Marton looked from Viggo to Sean to Karl, who just looked back at him with a very pleased expression. "You don't mean...?" Marton stopped. "Are you tempted?" "What are you driving at?" "I think you know. I'm sure Karl has filled you in," Viggo said, reaching over the table to trace a path from Marton's cheek to the vee of his shirt. Marton trembled under the light touch. He was honestly surprised he hadn't died of sensual overload already. Viggo was kidding. Had to be. Except, Karl was nodding his head, grinning. And Viggo looked perfectly serious. Marton turned to Sean, to see what he thought about all of this...intent green eyes started back at him, as if waiting for his answer. Marton looked from one man to the other. Tempted? Oh hell yes, he was tempted. Who wouldn't be? "Alright." Dear God, what in the world had he agreed to? "Come on, then." Viggo stood. "You joining us, Karl?" "Are you kidding?" Karl grinned. "You couldn't keep me away from this." Christ. * * * Viggo and Sean's cabin offered a fantastic view of the Rimutaka Forest from the driveway. It was also quite messy inside. Book, cameras, paints, papers...Marton wondered how they navigated their way around the stacks. He didn't have much time to ponder, since Viggo led them straight into what looked to be a library of some sort. More books and paints were scattered on the floor, the shelves, the huge oak desk in the corner. Marton wondered how much it was going to cost them to ship all this stuff back to...well, wherever it was they were living. Sean and Karl walked over to the bar in the corner of the room. "Want something?" Karl asked. "Yes." Marton didn't really care what they brought him, as he sat in one of the lounge chairs. As long as it had a lot of alcohol in it. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He couldn't believe they were doing this. He must have left his sanity at the airport. There was no other explanation for the fact that he was in a total stranger's house getting ready to do...whatever. With two different men. Or possibly three. Karl handed him a tall tumbler filled with clear liquid. He took a cautious sip. Vodka. Yes, just what he needed. He gulped down half the glass, sputtered, choked. "Careful, Marton," Karl said, looking down on him with an amused smile. "Don't want you too drunk." "Karl, I..." "Just go with it, love. I promise, they'll be easy on you." Karl winked at the last bit and sat on the sofa across from him. Sean settled himself on the arm of Marton's chair. He stiffened, already painfully aware of the heat of the other man's hip pressing into his forearm. He was so fucking aroused he was shaking. Think of something else, think of... "Relax. We'll take good care of you." Viggo's voice, right in his ear, the seductive tone tempting Marton beyond endurance. Blindly, he sought the source of that enticing whisper and had his mouth on Viggo's almost before the other man had finished speaking. Sean and Karl had lulled Marton into a false sense of complacency. He'd thought he'd known hot. He'd thought Sean had kissed like a wet dream come true. And he'd been right. But, fuck all, Viggo. Nothing over the course of the evening had remotely prepared him for Viggo. Marton wasn't just being kissed...he was being vaporized, inundated with white heat that started with his lips and spread out to every fiber of his body. Why the hell hadn't Karl warned him? And then Marton was exploding. His cock was surrounded by wet heat. He tore his mouth away from Viggo's for a brief moment. Somehow Sean had moved and unbuttoned his jeans without him being aware of it. And was now on his knees in between Marton's legs sucking his dick with practiced, loving ease. Sean's long blond hair fell across his face, tickling Marton's thighs and his mouth was doing indescribable things to him. "Sean's good, isn't he?" Viggo whispered, licking the side of his neck. Goddamn, he was dying. That was the only explanation for the weightlessness. Marton nodded in a short movement, so caught in Sean's mouth wrapped around him, deep throating him in slow thrusts that he wasn't quite sure what he was agreeing to. Viggo caught him in another long, drugging kiss, wiping away every vague thought that Sean hadn't already decimated. Marton actually whimpered when Viggo stood. "Sean, love, give him a minute," Viggo said. "Don't want to end things too soon." Sean slowed his movements, but didn't actually stop. Marton whimpered again. He thought he heard Karl laughing softly in the background, but couldn't be sure. He couldn't look away from Viggo's crotch...his erection was pressing against his jeans, begging to be touched. Marton didn't even think about it. He just unbuttoned those jeans and slipped them over Viggo's hips. Viggo's penis sprang free of its prison...yes, much better. Marton sucked it into his mouth, drawing the velvet hard heat of it all the way down his throat. Viggo grabbed the back of his head, body twitching slightly. "Or maybe not," Viggo muttered, but Marton wasn't really listening. He was too busy running his tongue over Viggo's shaft, learning, exploring, savoring. Viggo moaned, thrusting his hips. Marton smiled, took Viggo deep in his throat again. And just about lost it when Sean began his own ministrations again. This was pleasure on a totally different level. Marton and Sean seemed to work in tandem, both alternating between slow slides and hard and fast sweeps, Sean on Marton, Marton on Viggo. Volcanic heat surrounding Marton -- heat in his mouth, heat on his cock. Too many sensations, a sumptuous overload of the most provocative kind. He tried to last as long as he possibly could, but the heat of Sean's mouth was too much and he came in thick spurts down Sean's throat. His own orgasm seemed to trigger Viggo's...moments later, hot liquid seared past his open lips and he drank in the salty taste. Marton reluctantly let Viggo's cock out of his mouth, leaned his head back, closed his eyes. He drifted along for a bit, content to do nothing except be. He heard Viggo move and soft lips claimed his in a slow, sweet kiss that brought him back to Earth in the best way possible. "Open your eyes, Marton," Viggo said and Marton shook his head, blinked to clear his eyes. And his dick got rock hard all over again. Sean had moved to the sofa and he and Karl were partially undressed, caressing and stroking each other while sharing what looked to be the mother of all kisses. "Christ," Marton breathed. "I'm thinking we should join them." Marton gave Viggo an incredulous look and the other man winked. "Come on. Aren't you tempted?" There was that word again. Marton glanced back at the erotic scene on the sofa -- blond hair and black hair mingled in a tangle of silk, smooth, tanned skin tempted... Tempted was such a tame word. Marton smiled and shook his head. "Does anybody ever say no to you guys?" Viggo laughed. "No. Why should they?" Good point. Marton was still smiling as he stood and crossed to the sofa with Viggo. Resisting the temptation of the Playground was impossible. Best to not even try. Onto Clueless
|