Private Dancer 8/8 (DW/SB)
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Title: Private Dancer 8/8 (DW/SB)
Author:
bijou
Pairing: David Wenham / Sean Bean
Rating: NC-17 over all
Beta: the wonderful helena_s_renn
Warnings: AU, kind of a songfic…
Summary: David’s a hooker and Sean is his client…
Feedback: Welcome!
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2 , Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, it’s just for fun and no profit is being made.
It's not meant to imply anything about the sexual practices of anyone mentioned herein.
(also posted for the fanfic100 challenge / prompt 010.Years / 4167 words)
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The next days were very hectic. They had packed all of David’s books and already shipped them to Sean’s address in London. The rest of David’s stuff would fit into a suitcase Sean had bought for him and a smaller bag. David had never been out of Sydney in his life and had never needed any travelling gear before.
Sean had made good on his promise and although David’s flat was tiny there were still a lot of different places to have sex. One time they even did it with part of David’s body hidden in a book cardboard. David always shuddered over the kinkiness of that thought.
Before they had done it in the shower, Sean had been tempted to double his life insurance. Nevertheless, it had worked out fine, with David sucking Sean off and then Sean rimming David into oblivion.
Meanwhile they were both so sore, their whole bodies aching, that they were relieved that a meeting with Marton and Karl was scheduled for their last evening in Sydney. Marton had simply refused to let David go without inspecting his lover first.
Sean was a little bit anxious. He felt like a teenaged boy meeting the parents of his girlfriend for the first time.
The beginning part of the dinner was very tough, Marton eyeing Sean with a scrutinizing gaze and asking endless questions the whole time. Beside him, Karl rolled his eyes and David tried everything to stop Marton.
After they’d finishing their appetizers, Marton murmured, “You’re a good mate, Sean,” followed by three relieved breaths from the other guys.
The rest of the dinner went smoothly; they talked easily and even exchanged addresses with Karl and Marton’s promise to visit them in England one day. Marton leaned back, cocktail in hand, a little bit sad that David was leaving him but thrilled at the same time that the younger man would be able to make his escape from the business.
David and Sean came home, slightly drunk with full stomachs. Tiredly they got rid of their clothes. “Sex?” David asked cheekily after they had lain down in each other’s arms.
Sean only groaned in return.
“Tsk…tsk… we’re not even living together and you’ve already lost your sex drive,” David teased him.
“Not losing anything,” Sean replied sleepily in return, “just give an old man a break…”
David cuddled closer, quite content to just lay there and without admitting he was tired himself. It would be their last evening in his flat anyway because they were taking their flight to London tomorrow to be there in time for the New Year’s celebration.
“Good night, Sean,” he whispered, kissing the older man on the nose.
“Good night, love,” came the lazy reply.
The next day David was the first one on his feet, anxious that he had forgotten to pack something. A smell of good, hot coffee wafted through the flat, rousing Sean from his deep sleep as well. With half-open eyes, he watched David, who was pacing back and forth through the apartment.
“No more coffee for you,” he teased him in a mock-stern voice.
Instantly David was beside Sean, giving him a good-morning kiss, bouncing visibly. “I can’t believe that we’re leaving today,” he uttered.
“Are you sad that you’re leaving, David?” Sean asked him, a little bit worried.
“No…I’m not, everything in the future will be better than this…I’m sure…I’m just nervous,” the redhead admitted sheepishly.
“You want to visit your parents before we leave?” Sean asked carefully.
“No,” was the only reply, allowing no further arguments. David would have loved to visit his mother. It had been so long, but not for anything in the world did he want to be confronted with his father again, even not for her.
David left for the kitchen again and Sean watched him thoughtfully. Suddenly David did look really sad and the older man cursed himself for his tactlessness.
Sean got up and followed David into the kitchen, embracing him from behind while the younger man was pouring a coffee for him, nuzzling his neck. “Are you all right, David?”
David swallowed hard and then nodded wordlessly. Why the hell was he suddenly getting so sentimental?
“We still have some time left before we should leave for the airport…what about a last walk at the beach?” Sean suggested.
David turned around and kissed Sean passionately. “What about a last fuck in the flat?” he suggested, grinning broadly.
“Baby, you’re insatiable,” Sean groaned.
“Well, that’s just the way you like me,” the redhead replied cheekily. “But honestly, I love your idea. I’d like to see the Australian sea one last time,” he admitted.
“Okay,” Sean whispered. “Sea now…sex later,” and with that he disappeared into the bathroom.
They spent another lovely hour at the place they had visited one year ago. Sean held David in his arms while they both watched the rise and the fall of the waves.
“Everything will be all right,” Sean murmured into David’s ear, feeling the slight tenseness of the younger man.
“I know…I know,” his lover whispered in response.
They almost forgot about the time and in the end they had to hurry back to the apartment, grab the suitcases, leave the key with the landlord and jump into another taxi on their way to the airport.
They made it in time to catch the plane and Sean let out a relieved sigh when they were finally sitting in their seats, seat belts fastened. He smiled at David who looked like an overeager puppy, taking everything in with his eyes and asking so many questions about everything and nothing that Sean almost forgot his fear of flying.
The safety instructions followed. While Sean tried to block them out, not really wanting to hear anything in connection with a possible incident, David followed them eagerly.
“So is it safe to fly?” David asked him curiously after the stewardess had finished.
“Of course it is,” Sean got out through gritted teeth.
“When why are you so tense, Sean?” David teased him.
“I AM NOT TENSE!” Sean replied, which earned him a grin from his lover.
“’Course you’re not…” David chuckled and gripped Sean’s hand, caressing it softly while the plane rolled into its starting position.
Sean leaned back, trying to control his breathing and sending a silent prayer To Whom It May Concern, like he always did before a plane took off. David’s hand felt good in his and he grabbed it back so that their fingers were entwined. Seconds later he found soft lips on his cheek and David murmured, “Everything will be all right, Sean.”
The after-effects of the kiss lingered in his face through the whole take-off process, making him relax even more, lost in dreams of lust, passion and love. He was surprised when he heard the signal that they were allowed to unfasten.
David was out of his seat in the next second, bouncing with excitement in front of Sean. “Come on, old man; give me a tour of the plane…!”
Sean groaned but David’s excitement was contagious, so he followed the man out of the seats, making a tour through the plane. David had to satisfy his curiosity, asking tons more questions and bothering the stewardesses. Sean wouldn’t have been surprised if they’d given him a comic book and crayons, told him to be a good boy and sent him back to his seat.
Finally they inspected the bathrooms in first class. “Oh my god, this is huge, even bigger than the bathroom in my apartment,” David stated, batting his eyelashes in a most inviting way.
Sean was just about to reply with some smart remark, feeling the growing hardness in his groin, when he saw that they had started to serve dinner. “Later,” he growled, dragging a pouting David back to their seats.
“This is total crap,” David announced after finishing his dinner, loud enough for the whole first class to hear.
“Sssh,” Sean tried to soothe him, “everybody can hear you…”
“But I’m right,” the younger man pouted. “Who’d be able to eat something like this…?”
“I know, baby…but it’s normal on a plane,” Sean whispered. The wine was good, though, and Sean felt sleepy. Covering himself with a blanket and putting his seat into a reclining position, he got himself ready to doze for a few hours.
“Sean…” David poked him. “You’re not going to sleep now!”
“Love, I’m tired. Come on, get some sleep for yourself,” the older man said while arranging David’s seat into a lying position as well.
There was silence for a few minutes and Sean closed his eyes in relief.
“I can’t sleep…I’m not tired!”
“Then read some of your cookbooks,” Sean suggested. They had deliberately put two of them into David’s carry-on.
“Don’t wanna read!” David sighed.
“Well…then try to count sheep…”
Silence for a few more minutes.
“Not working…” David pouted, “probably because I counted cocks instead of sheep, red hot erect cocks, glistening with precum,“ he added teasingly, his hand creeping under Sean’s blanket, squeezing his groin to emphasize his point.
Sean had just enough time to cover his moan with his hand in front of his mouth. “You and me…bathroom…now,” he growled into the younger man’s ear.
He watched the redhead heading for the bathroom, whistling on his way with the most pure and innocent face he had ever seen.
While Sean grabbed the lube and the condom from his bag, he still remembered the odd look from the security guards when they had inspected his bag of liquids. Coughing to hide his embarrassment, he followed David in the direction he had taken.
Thankfully the stewardesses were still busy in the kitchen and nobody realized when he slipped into the same cabin David had been gone into seconds before. He closed the door behind him and when he turned around, David was all over him, exploring his tonsils and pressing his own leg in between Sean’s.
“Somebody is impatient,” Sean indicated after David gave him some space to breathe.
“Yeah, your little whore is very impatient…being without sex for more than 24 hours,” David agreed. He pulled his jeans and boxers down, turning around and bracing himself against the sink. “Come on…fuck me,” he moaned, watching Sean’s face in the mirror and pressing his naked bottom into Sean’s groin.
Sean’s own cock sprung to full hardness at the erotic sight and eagerly he prepared two fingers with the lube before he inserted them both into the tightness of David’s ass. David’s head fell back onto Sean’s chest and in the mirror Sean could see all the emotions flickering through David’s expression. Maybe a little bit of pain but mostly bliss over the pressure working deep inside him.
“Does my little whore like this?” he teased, suddenly wide awake, while he curled and scissored his fingers.
“Pretty much…” and then a light squeak when Sean found his prostate. Immediately Sean’s other hand covered David’s mouth, preventing him from attracting attention from outside, he could feel David’s hot breath against his fingers and every little hitch from the other man when he tortured his pleasure spot again and again.
It was so fucking erotic to watch David in the mirror, feel his need, and feel the movements he made against Sean’s hand to get more friction. And if it wasn’t for his own aching need, Sean could do this for hours -- just watch David while he slowly brought him off. But the pain in his groin was almost overwhelming him. Rapidly freeing his cock from the confinements of his pants, his trembling hand placed a condom over it, lubing himself up with no patience at all and then sinking into David’s body with a contented sigh.
“Baby,” he groaned while he held David close, making sure that the other man would be able to stand the assault.
David opened his eyes, staring at Sean in the mirror. “Yeah,” he murmured in utmost delight while he started to rock his hips, urging Sean to move.
And Sean did comply. His hands met David’s on the sink, needing them for leverage while he started to thrust. He never let go of David’s gaze, directing his movements by the expressions the other man made.
David tried to cope but the almost brutal thrusts made his knees buckle. Not that he minded, it was wonderful, just what he needed right now and then, but he was in danger of losing his balance. Sean sensed it though and one arm wound possessively around the waist of his lover.
“Come,” he urged while aiming directly for David’s prostate again. “Come,” he urged for the second time, grabbing for David’s cock, slick with precum.
The slickness made Sean’s movement erratic and seconds later David came without a sound, his cum splashing all over the sink, his eyes closed in a silent plea and his mouth agape with a silent scream.
There were a few conscious seconds where Sean was able to hold out, admiring the view in the mirror, but then the clenching muscles became too much for him, milking him dry until he nearly staggered. He leaned against the wall, taking David with him, the last drops of his lover’s cum splattering on the floor.
They were both panting heavily. David slid from Sean’s embrace, sitting down on the toilet with his pants still pooled around his ankles, trying to catch his breath.
In light of the novelty and the danger of the situation, Sean was able to recover fast. After freeing himself of the condom and letting it disappear at the bottom of the trash bin, he planted a soft kiss on David’s head and then started to clean the whole cabin, removing traces of their sex. Finally he wetted a paper towel, cleaning David’s now limp cock gently. After levering David up from the toilet with his arms around his neck, he tucked him back in.
He eyed his and David’s appearances carefully as well as the cabin and when he was sure that all evidence was removed, sent David out on his way. “Will you be able to make it back to our seats without fainting?” he asked, grinning, and David silently agreed before he stumbled out of the bathroom.
When Sean returned seconds later to their place, David was laying spread-legged on his seat, eyes closed and snoring softly.
“Looks like it worked a lot better than sheep counting,” Sean murmured to himself, and with a chuckle carefully placed the pillow under David’s neck and a blanket around his body again.
The rest of the flight went smoothly, well, considering the fact that they needed two more trips to the loo together. When the plane started to descend down to Heathrow and David grabbed Sean’s hand anew, giving him an assuring smile. Their gazes were fixed on each other when the plane hit the ground and then they got hold of their on-board luggage, eager to finally get out of their temporary prison.
They didn’t have to wait for long on their suitcases and, laden with them, they went through the gates. Sean had just turned around to David, informing him that they’d cross to the taxi station when he heard a familiar female voice, shouting, “Daddy!”
Sean spied the face of his eldest daughter, holding flowers in her hand, thrilled that she had come for them but anxious about David’s reaction at the same time. “It’s Lorna,” he whispered into the younger man’s ear.
David’s stomach immediately tightened into little knots. Despite her friendly Christmas card, he was still worried about meeting Sean’s eldest daughter for the first time. Especially now, overtired and in the need of a shower and a bed. Briefly he considered fleeing back into the plane but then decided to simply hide behind Sean’s back.
The embrace of father and daughter was heartfelt and intense and David watched it through lidded eyelashes, shyly tracing patters with his food on the floor.
“So you brought me flowers, Lorna?” he heard Sean tease his daughter.
“Nope, Da…they’re not for you, but for the poor guy you dragged all the way over here,” his daughter teased back and suddenly there was a bunch of sweet-smelling flowers held under David’s nose.
“Welcome to England, David!” he heard Lorna saying. He looked up from the floor to gaze directly into the face of the smiling girl with the same green eyes as her father.
“Thank you,” he whispered, deeply moved by her little present and before he could say something else, he had the girl in his arms, hugging him tightly.
“If you ever need something because my father is behaving like a stubborn asshole, you can come to me anytime,” she whispered into his ear, too low for her father to hear.
“Thank you, Lorna,” David murmured again, staggering on his feet, overwhelmed by the situation and his feelings.
Sean hugged him from behind and with Lorna’s help they made it to the car together with all their luggage. It filled her mini up to the roof but they finally made it fit. “So, you got your driver’s license now?” Sean inquired gently.
“Yeah,” the girl groaned, rolling her eyes, giving David a smile through the rear view mirror.
“Don’t forget that you have precious cargo,” Sean insisted again but then he leaned back, relaxing while his daughter drove him through the busy London streets.
They made it to Sean’s huge flat in no time and Lorna helped them with the luggage before she said her goodbyes, kissing both men on their cheeks which made David blush anew.
Then he sat down on his suitcase, exhausted and looking a little bit forlorn in the huge and unfamiliar apartment.
“Come here,” Sean rasped, opening his arms and when David sank into them, he murmured, “Welcome home, baby!”
~*~
Epilogue:
Over the next weeks David was busy with preparing his restaurant and Sean supported him as well as he could besides doing his normal work. Thankfully, most of the old owner’s staff was still available and glad that they would have a new job as soon as the restaurant opened again; so they supported David as well. Often enough the younger man sat awake long into the night to study through books, or organizing, or doing research on the Internet. He was pretty quick to learn and immensely satisfied with his new task. The penthouse above the restaurant had been renovated and in early February they were able to move into it, taking some of Sean’s old stuff but mostly choosing new furniture together that would suit them both.
In the midst of March the important date arrived with the opening night of their restaurant. Both men were clad in tuxedos, awaiting their guests at the entrance. David was nervous to no end, constantly rubbing his hands on his trousers because they were sweaty. But finally when the guests arrived he was back to his charming self and Sean admired his handsome lover.
David was quite aware that most of the guests on this day were business contacts of Sean’s, but he didn’t mind. They’d need a full restaurant. More importantly, it was a commitment party for Sean as well. Although they didn’t show too many public signs of affection, it was crystal clear to everybody that they were a pair. To some of his best friends and colleagues, he even introduced David as his partner. Nobody minded, or at least nobody showed any signs of disgust. Obviously Sean had underestimated his power and influence. You were allowed to do anything when you had enough money.
Only once Sean thought that his resolution would falter - when his biggest opponent in London’s business, the man he had unsuccessfully tried to contact for ages, Sir Ian McKellen entered through the door.
“Sean,” the older gentleman greeted him enthusiastically, hugging him like they were old friends. Sean shot a bewildered look at David and the younger man only shrugged.
In the next instant another man appeared behind Ian. “Let me introduce my life-long partner to you,” Ian announced. “Sean, this is Hugo; Hugo, this is Sean…” Sean gaped. Never before he had learned even one thing about Ian’s private life and now this. And obviously the news about his new private life had been spread all over town.
Coming back from his shock, he shook Hugo’s hand and then wound his arm around David’s waist. “Ian, this is David,” he introduced, kissing his lover on the cheek.
Ian gave David some appreciative looks and then he chuckled, “Looks like we both got pretty lucky…contact me in the next few days so we can work out something for a deal together…”
With that Ian marched further into the room, hand in hand with his lover and Sean stared after their retreating forms, mouth agape.
The whole evening was a tremendous success and David even earned good reviews from the critics in the London Times.
~*~
Christmas always remained something special to them, for celebrating their anniversary as well. At Christmas the next year, David gave Sean an odd look when he unwrapped a new mobile phone. He didn’t understand that because he already had one. True, the new one was a lot shinier. But Sean only smiled in return. As if on cue the phone rang; David shrieked and let it almost fall from his hand.
“You should take that call, it might be somebody important!” Sean encouraged him. Still wondering who’d have that number, he answered the phone with a, ‘Hey.’ When he heard the voice of who was calling, “David, honey, is that you?” tears sprang to his eyes.
“Mom,” he sobbed into the phone, giving his lover a thankful gaze.
“Honey, I miss you,” his mother replied.
Sean touched David’s shoulder, encouraging him to go on talking. David learned that his father had passed away a few years earlier. He sat there beneath his old plastic Christmas tree, which was part of their Christmas tradition, rocking back and forth, not really believing that he was talking to his mother after such a long time.
Silently Sean left the room, heading for the guest room where an equally confused older lady was sobbing into a phone as well. He reached out his hand, giving her an encouraging nod and with that she followed him, never breaking the connection on the phone.
They stood still in the doorframe to the living room, the mother watching her only child wordlessly, not able to utter a single sound.
Sean softly called for him. “David…?”
The redhead looked up, too intent on the phone call to really focus. It was a brief moment but then he looked up again, the speaker forgotten in his hand, gasping for breath.
It was the old lady who was the first one to regain her composure. As fast as her old legs allowed she rushed into the room, nearly breaking down in the arms of her son.
“Mom, I can’t believe you’re here…I’ve missed you so much!”
Son and mother clung to each other for nearly half an hour until David was able to pay attention to anything else again. “Thank you, Sean,” he murmured. “Of everything you have given to me, this is definitely the best…”
Sean, who had occupied himself with other things, not wanting to disturb the reunion of mother and child, rushed to his lover’s side. “I’d do anything for you to make you smile,” he whispered.
In the end David’s mother didn’t only stay for the celebration’s days, but forever. David bought her a little apartment close to them and she really enjoyed their presence on weekends or that of her grand-daughters as she lovingly called Sean’s girls.
~*~
David’s restaurant had become famous meanwhile. The days were gone where only Sean’s colleagues would go to dinner there. The word-of-mouth propaganda had worked well and the place was full of customers nearly every evening.
Some time later David had called Qantas Airlines, requiring to talk to their head manager. He had told him right away that their menus on board were shit and that he had good ideas how to improve it. Miraculously, he instantly got an appointment to present his ideas and they accepted, paying him a huge sum in advance to finance the project.
So within the next year David was able to pay back every penny Sean had invested into his restaurant. Not that Sean really needed the money. His collaboration with Ian had been a tremendous success, too, earning them both nearly a million. And they had new friends in Hugo and Ian as well, often enough spending their evenings with companionable dinners or just talking. Both men even learned about David’s past and accepted it, promising never to say a word about that to strangers.
David and Sean lived happily ever after, still absorbed in the task of baptizing every single spot in their new penthouse…
THE END
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