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Title: Locked
Author: Napra
Fandom: Munich
Pairing: Avner/Steve
Rating: NC-17
Setting: Hotel in London
Author’s note: Unfortunately I have only seen the film once, so please don’t kill me for anachronisms.
Locked
The scent exploded as he leant against Carl’s door. Her perfume. Ah fuck, the hotel honey trap had landed in the arms of some middle-aged, boring-looking hard-liner. How come? She was incredibly attractive, Avner couldn’t put it in other words. And Carl! He wouldn’t bat an eyelid and snap her neck -if it were required. For God’s sake...
Avner walked back to his room, annoyed and aroused. Somehow it made him glad to know he still had feelings and not all were blunted from the horrors of the past year. And yet, he felt the pangs of guilt hit his guts - no less scary than machine-gun fire. How could he think such a thing, betraying his beautiful wife and his by now estranged baby daughter along with it.
The cold crept through his sweat drenched T-shirt.
For a while he leant against the inside of his closed door waiting for its bang-snap to subside into silence. Or at least what silence you could get besides a buzzing air-conditioner. He grabbed a handful of damp curls dropping his key card and slid down onto the floor.
“Avner,”
Fuck. Avner jumped up, twisted quite elegantly into the bathroom, locked the door and grabbed an object, all within a few seconds.
“How did you get in here - who the hell is this - Steve?” he shouted
It had been Steve’s voice in the bedroom, he was certain. Dark, rough, exotic pronunciation of his name...
Only now had he been able to look at what he was holding. The metal toilet brush holder. Fantastic defence mechanism.
“Hey Avner cool down, it’s me, only came over to check on you.”
Steve was still quite far away, he could tell. He had to be lying on Avner’s bed.
“What a nice surprise,” Avner said wearily and put down the item. Carefully he unlocked the bathroom door. The light in the room had been switched on in the mean time.
“Couldn’t sleep,” came from the very Steve who usually played cool, now lying quite comfortably and shirt-less on Avner’s bed crossing his arms over his chest.
Avner sighed. “Look, I’ve no idea how you overrode the lock, but...”
“Ok, ok, I’m sorry. I admit, I wanted to scare you,” Steve said gesticulating wildly.
Now for the first time their eyes met. The piercing blue had always seemed quite shocking to Avner. He couldn’t quite place the feeling. But that icy-blue stare surely made the same impact as, lets say - supposing Steve were a woman - the honey trap’s perfume.
“I couldn’t sleep either. Was wandering about.”
Avner didn’t quite know what to do with himself. Was he allowed to sit down on his own bed, now it was occupied? Steve was a fellow fighter after all, maybe even a friend. Albeit an awkward, a dangerous friend.
“I know. I watched you,” Steve said. “Come on, lie down.”
Steve spread his arms.
“As though you’re in the position to invite me.”
Avner smirked. Somehow Steve made him laugh with his ceremoniousness. He lay down, half way into an embrace.
“There’s the old Avner! You know, we both have to forget the nightmares, all the panic. We can’t work like that.”
What a simple way of looking at their lives. Yet it helped, and Steve’s casual arm around his shoulder made Avner feel a lot better. He inhaled Steve’s scent, masculine, heady, what a contrast to the one that had clouded his mind so recently. But he wished he could get under the covers. There was something disturbing the friendly atmosphere, something quite prominent that could ruin everything.
“I still think it’s unprofessional of you to have stolen into my room like that. This isn’t Mossad training camp where we play hide-and-seek. I’ve had enough testing of reflexes, Steve.”
Oh shit, that had come out whinier than he’d intended.
Avner turned his back on Steve, trying to escape prying eyes, wishing it away, but that never worked. His erection was there and Steve’s other arm clutching his shoulder from behind wasn’t helping either. What was this turning into? He had Avner perfectly spooned now with his hot, muscled body and his easily flowing, but menacing words rumbling in Avner’s ear, so close...
“I know I shouldn’t have. But I’m also sure you won’t report me. Who to, anyway? We are officially unofficial!”
Avner felt Steve’s chest vibrate against his back as he chuckled. He tried to laugh as well, but failed tragically because he was still fighting against the tingle of Steve’s beard stubble against his neck.
“You’re all tensed up. Would you just stop fighting for a moment, we are off-duty by the way.”
“What do you mean, I’m fighting?” Avner croaked. He cleared his throat.
Suddenly he felt hot hardness nestling against the cleft of his bottom. Mutual hardness.
He felt the gentleness of Steve’s smile, the breath of his silent laugh against his hair, yet the strength of two strong male hands against his stiff shoulders.
“This is what I mean,” he concluded.
Avner pushed back a little. Boldness had taken hold of him.
“What makes you so sure of yourself, Steve?”
“The way you always look at me.” Steve’s voice suddenly got very high and silly. “I’m soooo sure there’s curiosity in there! And the time you thought I’d got shot, remember? And you came jumping through the gunfire to save me although you could have - you should have left me there to die. You were my hero, Avner. But I was only acting dead to deceive those PLO bastards and I grinned right in your face as you were checking on me. You looked all confused. And then you held me tight like an honest, loving man does and all I could s...”
“...you could say was - ‘No big deal, let’s get outa here’,” Avner interrupted.
“Yes, I was a bastard, but now I’m here, all vulnerable making the first move, how about that for a cold blooded killer?”
Avner fought his way around in the other man’s grip. God, he was beautiful. He ran a hand through Steve’s golden hair, then grabbed his chin and traced the deep lines in Steve’s chiselled features with the other.
“Then why do you have to tell me all those things and make me feel like shit first, huh?”
“Ah, shut up,” Steve spluttered and caught Avner’s lips with his.
This first kiss was in fact more a battle than anything else. Beard stubble rasped against beard stubble, tongues sought for dominance, appeased only by the softness of lips.
Avner squeezed Steve’s buttocks and ground their pelvises together. When their erections met, sparks flew and they couldn’t take their hands of each other.
“This is so good,” Avner groaned, “Is it going to get even better?”
“What, have you never tried this before?”
Avner licked all around Steve’s clavicle and neck. “Look, I’m a married man and in fact I was always very happy with women...”
Steve snaked a hand into Avner’s pants and pulled at his huge erection.
“You won’t be as of today.”
Steve made Avner shout out loud when his mouth closed around him.
“Wait, wait...” Avner panted, “I don’t want to come yet.”
The erection slid obscenely out of Steve’s mouth, red and throbbing. Steve was grinning again. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and kissed Avner wetly, demandingly.
Avner started to love the feeling of Steve’s heavy cock in his hand. It was like masturbating, but not feeling anything but the other man’s pulsating need and his grateful response.
An open-mouthed near to silent sigh slipped out of Steve’s quivering body as he broke the kiss.
“Would you like to do something for me?” he asked.
Avner looked at him with his honest black eyes and nodded.
“Yes.”
Steve let his hands and eyes travel across Avner’s impressive torso. He even pinched his nipples.
“I want you to suck my cock.”
“With pleasure.”
“And I want to lick your arse.”
“If you think that works.”
“Trust me. It will work.”
In no time Steve had Avner kneeling above him.
Avner was nervous to say the least.
“Ah well, we nearly died together a couple of times. What’s a bit of arse-licking?”
Steve laughed and moaned when Avner’s wet, hot mouth engulfed his cock for the first time.
At first it was difficult to get Avner to hold still. He was moaning, quivering and bucking. But Steve knew where he was aiming at. His tongue swerved along the whole crack and slowly closed in on Avner’s arsehole. He encircled the ring of muscle, occasionally dipped into it before he spread his arse cheeks roughly and drilled his tongue inside making Avner squirm and moan into Steve’s erection. It wasn’t very far inside Avner’s mouth. He wasn’t experienced in blowjobs. But he had some damn good imagination to make it so delicious that Steve had difficulties prolonging the exercise. Steve bucked up instinctively.
“Oh God, I’m close,” he groaned.
Avner stroked his balls. They were tight. The trigger was pulled.
Strings of his own pre-cum coated Steve’s chest. His cock was going wild from all that deft attention to his arse.
“Go on, suck my cock,” Avner whispered, “you know I want it.”
That was all it took. Steve pulled Avner back by the thighs, licked his way along his balls to his cock. They tumbled to the side and ended up in a 69 made from heaven.
Hungrily both men lapped at each other’s erections, sucking and licking till Avner screamed,
“I’m coming!”
“Yes, come in my mouth,” Steve said pulling Avner’s cock out for a tantalising second.
Avner screamed.
The first spurt of his sperm hit the back of Steve’s throat and he let go, thrusting wildly. His cock slipped out of Avner’s mouth and he came, spluttering his come on Avner’s lips and face.
Avner seemed to have passed out all sprawled over Steve’s legs.
Then Steve did something very caring. He took the bedcover and wiped Avner’s face. He stroked him, kissed him, tasting himself on the other man’s beauty.
Avner could have felt embarrassed or awkward. But he didn’t. Because of how close Steve was to him in this moment. There was no space for embarrassment or guilt. There was no question why he couldn’t with that woman and could with this man.
“Are you ok?” Steve grumbled.
A wide smile spread across Avner’s face.
“The only thing I’m worried about is - what happens when the two of us have to sleep in one room with the others...”
Author: Napra
Fandom: Munich
Pairing: Avner/Steve
Rating: NC-17
Setting: Hotel in London
Author’s note: Unfortunately I have only seen the film once, so please don’t kill me for anachronisms.
Locked
The scent exploded as he leant against Carl’s door. Her perfume. Ah fuck, the hotel honey trap had landed in the arms of some middle-aged, boring-looking hard-liner. How come? She was incredibly attractive, Avner couldn’t put it in other words. And Carl! He wouldn’t bat an eyelid and snap her neck -if it were required. For God’s sake...
Avner walked back to his room, annoyed and aroused. Somehow it made him glad to know he still had feelings and not all were blunted from the horrors of the past year. And yet, he felt the pangs of guilt hit his guts - no less scary than machine-gun fire. How could he think such a thing, betraying his beautiful wife and his by now estranged baby daughter along with it.
The cold crept through his sweat drenched T-shirt.
For a while he leant against the inside of his closed door waiting for its bang-snap to subside into silence. Or at least what silence you could get besides a buzzing air-conditioner. He grabbed a handful of damp curls dropping his key card and slid down onto the floor.
“Avner,”
Fuck. Avner jumped up, twisted quite elegantly into the bathroom, locked the door and grabbed an object, all within a few seconds.
“How did you get in here - who the hell is this - Steve?” he shouted
It had been Steve’s voice in the bedroom, he was certain. Dark, rough, exotic pronunciation of his name...
Only now had he been able to look at what he was holding. The metal toilet brush holder. Fantastic defence mechanism.
“Hey Avner cool down, it’s me, only came over to check on you.”
Steve was still quite far away, he could tell. He had to be lying on Avner’s bed.
“What a nice surprise,” Avner said wearily and put down the item. Carefully he unlocked the bathroom door. The light in the room had been switched on in the mean time.
“Couldn’t sleep,” came from the very Steve who usually played cool, now lying quite comfortably and shirt-less on Avner’s bed crossing his arms over his chest.
Avner sighed. “Look, I’ve no idea how you overrode the lock, but...”
“Ok, ok, I’m sorry. I admit, I wanted to scare you,” Steve said gesticulating wildly.
Now for the first time their eyes met. The piercing blue had always seemed quite shocking to Avner. He couldn’t quite place the feeling. But that icy-blue stare surely made the same impact as, lets say - supposing Steve were a woman - the honey trap’s perfume.
“I couldn’t sleep either. Was wandering about.”
Avner didn’t quite know what to do with himself. Was he allowed to sit down on his own bed, now it was occupied? Steve was a fellow fighter after all, maybe even a friend. Albeit an awkward, a dangerous friend.
“I know. I watched you,” Steve said. “Come on, lie down.”
Steve spread his arms.
“As though you’re in the position to invite me.”
Avner smirked. Somehow Steve made him laugh with his ceremoniousness. He lay down, half way into an embrace.
“There’s the old Avner! You know, we both have to forget the nightmares, all the panic. We can’t work like that.”
What a simple way of looking at their lives. Yet it helped, and Steve’s casual arm around his shoulder made Avner feel a lot better. He inhaled Steve’s scent, masculine, heady, what a contrast to the one that had clouded his mind so recently. But he wished he could get under the covers. There was something disturbing the friendly atmosphere, something quite prominent that could ruin everything.
“I still think it’s unprofessional of you to have stolen into my room like that. This isn’t Mossad training camp where we play hide-and-seek. I’ve had enough testing of reflexes, Steve.”
Oh shit, that had come out whinier than he’d intended.
Avner turned his back on Steve, trying to escape prying eyes, wishing it away, but that never worked. His erection was there and Steve’s other arm clutching his shoulder from behind wasn’t helping either. What was this turning into? He had Avner perfectly spooned now with his hot, muscled body and his easily flowing, but menacing words rumbling in Avner’s ear, so close...
“I know I shouldn’t have. But I’m also sure you won’t report me. Who to, anyway? We are officially unofficial!”
Avner felt Steve’s chest vibrate against his back as he chuckled. He tried to laugh as well, but failed tragically because he was still fighting against the tingle of Steve’s beard stubble against his neck.
“You’re all tensed up. Would you just stop fighting for a moment, we are off-duty by the way.”
“What do you mean, I’m fighting?” Avner croaked. He cleared his throat.
Suddenly he felt hot hardness nestling against the cleft of his bottom. Mutual hardness.
He felt the gentleness of Steve’s smile, the breath of his silent laugh against his hair, yet the strength of two strong male hands against his stiff shoulders.
“This is what I mean,” he concluded.
Avner pushed back a little. Boldness had taken hold of him.
“What makes you so sure of yourself, Steve?”
“The way you always look at me.” Steve’s voice suddenly got very high and silly. “I’m soooo sure there’s curiosity in there! And the time you thought I’d got shot, remember? And you came jumping through the gunfire to save me although you could have - you should have left me there to die. You were my hero, Avner. But I was only acting dead to deceive those PLO bastards and I grinned right in your face as you were checking on me. You looked all confused. And then you held me tight like an honest, loving man does and all I could s...”
“...you could say was - ‘No big deal, let’s get outa here’,” Avner interrupted.
“Yes, I was a bastard, but now I’m here, all vulnerable making the first move, how about that for a cold blooded killer?”
Avner fought his way around in the other man’s grip. God, he was beautiful. He ran a hand through Steve’s golden hair, then grabbed his chin and traced the deep lines in Steve’s chiselled features with the other.
“Then why do you have to tell me all those things and make me feel like shit first, huh?”
“Ah, shut up,” Steve spluttered and caught Avner’s lips with his.
This first kiss was in fact more a battle than anything else. Beard stubble rasped against beard stubble, tongues sought for dominance, appeased only by the softness of lips.
Avner squeezed Steve’s buttocks and ground their pelvises together. When their erections met, sparks flew and they couldn’t take their hands of each other.
“This is so good,” Avner groaned, “Is it going to get even better?”
“What, have you never tried this before?”
Avner licked all around Steve’s clavicle and neck. “Look, I’m a married man and in fact I was always very happy with women...”
Steve snaked a hand into Avner’s pants and pulled at his huge erection.
“You won’t be as of today.”
Steve made Avner shout out loud when his mouth closed around him.
“Wait, wait...” Avner panted, “I don’t want to come yet.”
The erection slid obscenely out of Steve’s mouth, red and throbbing. Steve was grinning again. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and kissed Avner wetly, demandingly.
Avner started to love the feeling of Steve’s heavy cock in his hand. It was like masturbating, but not feeling anything but the other man’s pulsating need and his grateful response.
An open-mouthed near to silent sigh slipped out of Steve’s quivering body as he broke the kiss.
“Would you like to do something for me?” he asked.
Avner looked at him with his honest black eyes and nodded.
“Yes.”
Steve let his hands and eyes travel across Avner’s impressive torso. He even pinched his nipples.
“I want you to suck my cock.”
“With pleasure.”
“And I want to lick your arse.”
“If you think that works.”
“Trust me. It will work.”
In no time Steve had Avner kneeling above him.
Avner was nervous to say the least.
“Ah well, we nearly died together a couple of times. What’s a bit of arse-licking?”
Steve laughed and moaned when Avner’s wet, hot mouth engulfed his cock for the first time.
At first it was difficult to get Avner to hold still. He was moaning, quivering and bucking. But Steve knew where he was aiming at. His tongue swerved along the whole crack and slowly closed in on Avner’s arsehole. He encircled the ring of muscle, occasionally dipped into it before he spread his arse cheeks roughly and drilled his tongue inside making Avner squirm and moan into Steve’s erection. It wasn’t very far inside Avner’s mouth. He wasn’t experienced in blowjobs. But he had some damn good imagination to make it so delicious that Steve had difficulties prolonging the exercise. Steve bucked up instinctively.
“Oh God, I’m close,” he groaned.
Avner stroked his balls. They were tight. The trigger was pulled.
Strings of his own pre-cum coated Steve’s chest. His cock was going wild from all that deft attention to his arse.
“Go on, suck my cock,” Avner whispered, “you know I want it.”
That was all it took. Steve pulled Avner back by the thighs, licked his way along his balls to his cock. They tumbled to the side and ended up in a 69 made from heaven.
Hungrily both men lapped at each other’s erections, sucking and licking till Avner screamed,
“I’m coming!”
“Yes, come in my mouth,” Steve said pulling Avner’s cock out for a tantalising second.
Avner screamed.
The first spurt of his sperm hit the back of Steve’s throat and he let go, thrusting wildly. His cock slipped out of Avner’s mouth and he came, spluttering his come on Avner’s lips and face.
Avner seemed to have passed out all sprawled over Steve’s legs.
Then Steve did something very caring. He took the bedcover and wiped Avner’s face. He stroked him, kissed him, tasting himself on the other man’s beauty.
Avner could have felt embarrassed or awkward. But he didn’t. Because of how close Steve was to him in this moment. There was no space for embarrassment or guilt. There was no question why he couldn’t with that woman and could with this man.
“Are you ok?” Steve grumbled.
A wide smile spread across Avner’s face.
“The only thing I’m worried about is - what happens when the two of us have to sleep in one room with the others...”