Rupert/??? Part 1
A/N: Haven't posted in a long time, but thought this place needed a little luv! Hope you like it. Comments are great.
Disclaimer: Fiction, fiction, fiction.
Rupert glanced around at his cast mates in the noisy, crowded hotel lounge. The laughter and alcohol didn't move him tonight, though, so he began to invent an exit strategy that would satisfy James and Oliver.
From behind him came a soft murmur. "I need you."
His heart skipped a beat. Without turning around, he said, "Meet me in my room in five minutes." The person behind him moved away and Rupert went to say goodnight to his friends, not caring too much now what they thought.
The hotel suddenly seemed too big, the hallway too long, the lift too slow. Finally, finally he reached his door, unlocked it, and slipped inside. Dan found him before his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
"Hi," was all Rupert managed before Dan was kissing him. Dan never needed anyone or anything quite the way he needed Rupert. It made Rupert dizzy. And just as he had the first time, tonight Rupert gave in, letting Dan take what he needed. His mouth, his neck, his body, everything.
They were on the bed, naked, and Dan was sucking him fervently, almost desperately. Rupert knew without seeing, without feeling, how hard Dan was and how as soon as he'd made Rupert come, he'd stroke himself to a quick orgasm. In the beginning Rupert had been too shocked, and he had to admit, too aroused to question it much. And he thought it was alright because Dan kept coming back. But slowly he started to feel disappointment afterward. Not just for himself. For his friend. He worried that the emptiness and longing might congeal into a thick resentment that would choke out friendship and desire. Rupert couldn't stomach it anymore.
"Wait," he breathed.
"Hmm?" Dan murmured but kept going.
"No, c'mere," Rupert replied. He pulled Dan's arm and then pushed him onto his back.
"What--" Dan started to protest, but Rupert silenced him with a kiss. Rupert's lips coaxed, and his hands were everywhere, as if they'd been tied and were now free. They explored Dan's smooth biceps, his neck, his chest, his stomach, his thighs. Rupert broke the kiss and pressed his mouth to Dan's throat.
"Rupe," Dan gasped, his confusion holding him back.
"Just, just let me," Rupert said, willing Dan to give in. He kissed him again, harder this time and with a rock of his hips against Dan's, hoping his body would make better sense than words. He pushed Dan's arms up over his head and slid his large hands over Dan's forearms until their palms met. He laced his fingers in Dan's and whispered against his lips, "I need you."
Dan shivered. Rupert said it again, "Mate, I need you."
Disclaimer: Fiction, fiction, fiction.
Rupert glanced around at his cast mates in the noisy, crowded hotel lounge. The laughter and alcohol didn't move him tonight, though, so he began to invent an exit strategy that would satisfy James and Oliver.
From behind him came a soft murmur. "I need you."
His heart skipped a beat. Without turning around, he said, "Meet me in my room in five minutes." The person behind him moved away and Rupert went to say goodnight to his friends, not caring too much now what they thought.
The hotel suddenly seemed too big, the hallway too long, the lift too slow. Finally, finally he reached his door, unlocked it, and slipped inside. Dan found him before his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
"Hi," was all Rupert managed before Dan was kissing him. Dan never needed anyone or anything quite the way he needed Rupert. It made Rupert dizzy. And just as he had the first time, tonight Rupert gave in, letting Dan take what he needed. His mouth, his neck, his body, everything.
They were on the bed, naked, and Dan was sucking him fervently, almost desperately. Rupert knew without seeing, without feeling, how hard Dan was and how as soon as he'd made Rupert come, he'd stroke himself to a quick orgasm. In the beginning Rupert had been too shocked, and he had to admit, too aroused to question it much. And he thought it was alright because Dan kept coming back. But slowly he started to feel disappointment afterward. Not just for himself. For his friend. He worried that the emptiness and longing might congeal into a thick resentment that would choke out friendship and desire. Rupert couldn't stomach it anymore.
"Wait," he breathed.
"Hmm?" Dan murmured but kept going.
"No, c'mere," Rupert replied. He pulled Dan's arm and then pushed him onto his back.
"What--" Dan started to protest, but Rupert silenced him with a kiss. Rupert's lips coaxed, and his hands were everywhere, as if they'd been tied and were now free. They explored Dan's smooth biceps, his neck, his chest, his stomach, his thighs. Rupert broke the kiss and pressed his mouth to Dan's throat.
"Rupe," Dan gasped, his confusion holding him back.
"Just, just let me," Rupert said, willing Dan to give in. He kissed him again, harder this time and with a rock of his hips against Dan's, hoping his body would make better sense than words. He pushed Dan's arms up over his head and slid his large hands over Dan's forearms until their palms met. He laced his fingers in Dan's and whispered against his lips, "I need you."
Dan shivered. Rupert said it again, "Mate, I need you."