Private Dancer 5/? (DW/SB)
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Title: Private Dancer 5/? (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 Chapter: Chapter 1, Chapter 2 , Chapter 3, Chapter 4.
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 007.Days / 4285 words)
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After a restful nap, they rose again, each of them avoiding continuing on their previous conversation. David inwardly scolded himself. How could he expect something more from Sean? From what he had learned about the man, the apartment had been the best offer he was able to give, hell, he had probably never offered something like this to another man…much less to a whore like him. And he had forgotten about the golden rule for whores: never fall in love with a client. It would lead to nothing. This was real life and not a damn remake of Pretty Woman.
He was behaving extra sweetly, having decided that he’d make the best of the time they’d have; he deliberately avoided asking Sean when he had to leave for England again. Nevertheless he couldn’t stop playing the CD Sean had given him, stealing careful glances at the other man while he wasn’t looking.
Sean wasn’t in a much better state. The music and the way David acted tore at his heart. Meanwhile, he was convinced that he was in love. Admitting this to himself was relatively easy but admitting that to the world was too much of a huge step for him. Even just imagining his competitors and business allies looking at him as a poof made his stomach twist. But listening to the soft music playing in a continuous loop in the background and watching David when he seemed to be in a dreamlike state made him condemn his own weakness. He had offered to go back to the hotel but David had looked at him with such a sad expression that he really hadn’t the heart to leave.
“Wanna go out for a walk?” David suggested after a while of them moving around like they’d break eggshells with every step. “I know a secluded place near the beach…Not many people will be around there,” he added quickly.
“Sure, why not...” Sean agreed, relieved to get out of the apartment for a while. He also grabbed his camera in hopes of getting some shots of the surroundings. But just before they wanted to leave, David’s mobile rang.
“Uh…Marton,” David stuttered into the phone. “I’m fine, thanks,” Sean heard before David left the room for the kitchen, closing the door behind him.
“David, are you on schedule tonight? I already have some of your regulars who want a date with you,” Marton asked on the other end of the line.
“Marton…could you maybe give me a few more days off?”
“Anything wrong, Daisy?” Marton was truly worried. In all these years David had worked for him, he had never been sick and rarely asked for a vacation.
“No…nothing…I’m fine,” David assured him, “but…”
“But?”
“But…” David paused, considering what he should admit, “but there’s somebody…”
Judging by David’s soft tone, Marton instantly knew what he was insinuating. “That’s wonderful news, David. Congrats! And yeah…take all the time you need…”
David grinned about the enthusiasm of his boss and friend. So many times he had encouraged David to look out for somebody to love. He knew that Marton granted it for him.
“Thank you, Marton…I’ll call you when I’m back, okay?”
“Okay…Daisy…take your time…and Merry Christmas!”
“Merry Christmas to you, too!” David echoed before ending the call.
He was a little bit flushed when he returned from the kitchen and Sean looked at him worriedly. “Everything all right?” he whispered.
David nodded, not wanting to elaborate. “Yeah, it is…come on, let’s go!”
They stopped a cab and David gave the driver the address. It was a short drive out of the city and suddenly Sean found himself in a beautiful landscape right at the Australian beach.
It was sunny and warm but not hot enough for bathing so the beach wasn’t really crowded, only a few walkers enjoying the nice summer day. Sean wasn’t accustomed to having it sunny and warm at Christmas time and was a little bit taken aback, but with David right at his side it was a wonderful experience.
They got rid of their shoes and socks and strolled along the beach, enjoying the peacefulness and the calming effect of the waves. The awkwardness between them ceased, especially when David tickled Sean in the ribs, chasing him around on the soft sand. Sean laughed heartily, teasing him back mercilessly until they were both breathless with laughter. They walked along, each of them casting smiles sideways time and time again.
After a while Sean was bold enough to wind his arm around David’s waist and David was so thrilled that he almost forgot to breathe. Despite everything they had shared before, it was such an intimate gesture.
They walked along up to a point where they could overlook the whole bay and there Sean took the younger man into his arms, and after making sure that nobody was really watching them, claimed David’s lips in a soft but nevertheless passionate kiss. Both got wobbly legs instantly from it, so Sean sat down, taking David with him and then embracing him from behind.
“It’s wonderful,” he murmured into David’s neck.
David leaned back, comfortable in the embrace and just chasing all bad thoughts about parting and everything else away.
“Didn’t you want to take some pictures?” He asked. Reluctantly Sean let go of David and grabbed his camera. He took a few shots, not as interested in the landscape as the man right in front of him. He embraced David again, showing him the pictures on the small digital display.
“They are beautiful,” David said.
”No,” you’re beautiful,” Sean replied softly and pressed a kiss to David’s neck.
A young woman jogged past them, then suddenly stopped and turned around. “You two want a photo of yourselves together?” she asked politely while approaching them.
They both blushed, feeling caught, but then it was Sean’s turn to shrug. “Yeah…of course.”
He gave her the camera, explained how to use it and then he wound his arms possessively around David’s upper chest again. They both smiled into the camera and the girl took the picture.
“Thanks a lot,” David said.
“You’re welcome…you make a beautiful pair!” And then she jogged away again.
They looked at the picture wordlessly, both of them lost in their own dreams. It was still light outside but it was finally getting a little bit chilly.
“May I invite you for dinner, David?” Sean asked him.
“Yeah…” David sighed pathetically, “if you want me keeping my strength, you should probably feed me…” They got up and raced back to the street to find another cab.
The next days were spent together at David’s flat. They rarely got out of bed, only to get themselves some food or order take out. Sean had considered going back to the hotel and taking David with him. They’d have so much more space there but then he had dismissed the thought. David’s apartment was small but cosy; the hotel was only impersonal. One day he had gathered his things from it, checked out and now stored his suitcase behind a curtain in David’s kitchen.
David knew that their time grew short, that there only would be a few days left until Sean would leave but he didn’t dare to ask and Sean didn’t tell him anything on his own.
It was the afternoon of New Year’s Eve; they had spent the whole day with cuddling and kissing, simply enjoying each other’s company.
“Should I cook something special tonight, Sean?” David questioned while he lay with his head on Sean’s stomach, both engrossed in a book.
Sean caressed David’s head. “No, you don’t have to…we can order pizza!”
“But Sean…” David turned around and pouted. “It’s New Year’s Eve…we should have something special…”
“Pizza will be fine, David, I don’t want you to wear yourself out in the kitchen…” With that, he kissed David’s nose which made the pout immediately vanish.
“Want to get out for a party then, Sean?” he asked again after some time.
“Are you in the mood for a party, David?” Sean asked in return.
“Nope, not really,” the younger man sighed, “but aren’t we supposed to do something special?”
“I have something special in mind,” Sean said. “What about getting some wine and champagne first and order the pizza later on?”
“That sounds absolutely special,” David teased which earned him a light slap.
“Brat!” Sean murmured in a loving voice.
“Well okay then,” David drawled. He war curious about what Sean truly had in mind but knew quite well that the English man wouldn’t tell him.
They dressed themselves, David grabbed his keys, and then they made the short walk to the liquor store.
“You choose…I pay,” Sean told him, “and don’t try to argue.”
David walked through the lines of shelves until he found a good champagne and also a good red wine to accompany their pizza. When he pointed them out to Sean, the older man grabbed two of each and they hurried to the cashier. Back at the flat David called the pizza service and already opened the bottles of red wine.
“Do you want to get me drunk?” he teased Sean, who was watching him.
“Damn,” Sean growled, “you’ve found me out…” David giggled and Sean giggled with him. They were still in a silly kind of mood when their pizza finally arrived. Lying on the couch, they fed each other with slices of pizza. Outside, the first fireworks started. It had been a perfect day and they were so harmonic together. Everything could be perfect if only…
Some of the tomato sauce was smeared around David’s lips and Sean bent forward, licking it away. Any chance of a retreat was given up when David moved his lips onto Sean’s, kissing him senseless. Sean fully settled onto David’s lap, pressing his groin against the equally hard bulge in the younger man’s jeans.
“I want you,” he groaned, “I want you inside of me…”
David’s breath caught in his throat. Taking Sean’s face into his hands, he watched him intensely. “Sean, you don’t have to prove anything to me.”
“It’s not like that, David!” Sean argued. “I have to leave tomorrow and I want to take the memory with me, the feeling of you inside of me…”
David bit on his lower lip to keep the threatening tears from falling. The fuck, he wouldn’t cry. He had always been aware that this was going to happen soon.
In return Sean took David’s chin in his hand, kissing his eyes softly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry to kill the mood. Please make love to me; please show me what it’s like! I’ve never done it before.”
David turned away, rubbing his eyes angrily but Sean embraced him from behind, nuzzling his neck. Then he slowly pushed him over to the bed until David’s knees hid the edge of it and Sean gently lowered them both down on the mattress. He opened David’s fly and began to stroke the already half-hard erection, eliciting a moan from the blue-eyed man.
Finally David’s senses came back to life. With a growl he grabbed Sean and turned them around so that he was lying on the other man. Rocking his hips against Sean’s, he groaned, “You truly want this? Aching for my cock…?”
“Yeah,” Sean growled back, “I want to feel you…”
David had done that before. Some of his clients had wanted to experience how it felt to be fucked. Some had chickened out at the last minute, some had hated it, and some had loved it. But this was so different. He saw the trust in Sean’s eyes and knew it was going to be more than only a physical act. And he’d make it so good for Sean…
With a predatory gleam in his eyes he unbuttoned Sean’s fly and divested him of his trousers and briefs. Sean was already fully erect, a few drops of pre-cum gathered on the head of his cock. Sean’s shirt followed shortly after and David got rid of his shirt as well but kept his jeans on, not in the mood to rush things. Naked chest pressed to naked chest, he lowered himself down on Sean’s body again in another furious attack of the Brit’s lips, leaving Sean panting for air.
While the older man was still distracted he attacked the nipples, licking and sucking them both to full hardness. Sean arched his back, spreading his thighs, presenting himself to David.
“Want you, my little whore,” he moaned again. David felt the blood pulsating through his erection. Little whore had become Sean’s favourite endearment and every time Sean called him that, it made David mad with hunger and desire.
Grabbing for the lube, he smeared it onto the fingers of his right hand, massaging Sean’s balls before he delved into the crack, softly starting to massage around the virgin hole. “Tell me when to stop, Sean,” he murmured.
Sean laid back, closed his eyes, willing himself to relax, ignoring the inner voice, you’re going to get fucked, Sean…tsk, tsk…when will you finally admit to yourself that you’re gay?
But the treatment of the tender flesh felt so good it aroused Sean even more. Then he felt how only the tip of a slick finger breached his body. He tensed for a short moment but instantly relaxed again. It didn’t hurt; it only felt a little bit awkward.
“You okay, Sean?” He heard David’s worried voice.
“Yeah, go on…” Sean murmured, suppressing a sigh.
The finger probed deeper, going inside and outside of his body. The next instant Sean gasped when velvet soft lips engulfed his cock. He looked up, staring into David’s blue eyes and just the sight made him ache for more. He hardly felt the second finger joining the first.
Slowly the fingers widened him, corkscrewing, making his internal muscles relax. David’s mouth left Sean’s cock. With his fingers still buried deep inside of him, he moved up, sharing another kiss. Sean could taste the faint flavour of his own cum.
“How does it feel, Sean?”
“It’s okay.” Sean was distracted, concentrating on the feeling.
“Only okay…? I’m losing my touch,” David teased and then curled his fingers, pressing deliberately against the little nub inside of Sean’s virginal channel.
“Fuck,” Sean moaned at the intense feeling. “What did you do?”
“This?” David asked innocently before rubbing the spot again.
“Arrrrgh…” another loud groan from Sean.
David didn’t stop his assault on Sean’s prostrate, feeling the muscles constricting around his fingers. Sean turned into a whimpering mess, wriggling on the bed, trying to get away from the intrusion and pressing down on David’s fingers at the same time. His breathing had increased rapidly.
“Stop…please,” he finally begged, “too much…too soon…”
Nevertheless he sighed about the loss when David’s fingers left his body. He watched David attentively as he placed the condom over his cock and used a generous amount of lube to slick himself up.
“Ready?” he whispered.
“Ready,” Sean nodded.
David knelt in between the V of Sean’s legs, gently lifting them and put his feet flat on the mattress. He guided his cock to Sean’s clenching hole and then carefully pressed inside.
“Fuck…” Sean muttered again, this time because of the pain.
David leaned back, “Relax,” he murmured before the tip of his erection penetrated Sean’s body again. David waited until Sean took a few deep breaths, nodding at David. Then he slowly moved forward, gasping about the pressure of Sean’s clenching muscles.
“Relax, Sean,” he said again while sliding in deeper until he was buried up to the hilt. At that moment, both men were already breathless. David lowered himself once again onto Sean’s chest, kissing his throat and his jaw until the other man’s expression softened and the pressure inside Sean’s body eased a little bit.
Sean wound his arms around David, holding him close while he answered the kisses with some of his own.
“You feel good inside me,” he whispered softly, still adjusting to the feeling of being filled.
“I love being inside you,” David answered and started soft little rocking movements with his hips, turning Sean’s kissing into frenetic movements because he tried to reach David everywhere he could, his face an expression of pure bliss.
David moved back up onto his knees again, taking Sean with him without losing the contact. The change in angle made his next timid thrust directly hit Sean’s prostate and the older man just gasped. David repeated the movement, feeling heavier contractions around his cock. Sean was already trembling when David took his cock into his hand. Licking at Sean’s throat he sped up his movements, feeling that he couldn’t hold back much longer.
“Come with me, Sean,” he begged, “Come with me now…!”
A long howl followed his order and the grip on his erection almost grew unbearable before Sean shouted, “I love you,” and collapsed back on the bed, covering David’s hand with his release.
David didn’t know if it was the physical pressure or the words he longed for that took him over the edge, but his release slammed into him like a whirlwind and he almost broke down on Sean’s heaving body.
Although exhausted, he carefully got rid of the condom and then fetched a warm and wet cloth from the bathroom to gently clean the other man. “Are you alright, Sean?”
“More than all right,” the older man murmured, pushing David onto him again until his whole body was covered with David’s warm one. “More than all right,” he repeated while he dragged his hands through David’s hair and kissed him lightly on the lips.
Outside the fireworks started in earnest and with one look at the alarm clock David realized that it was just one minute past midnight. “Happy New Year, Sean,” he whispered while he kissed him back.
They lay there in silence, listening to each other’s breaths and to the sounds from outside. Sean was so tempted to repeat his offer from the earlier day but he feared to destroy the mood, destroying the last precious moments they’d probably have.
David was just confused. He knew that people said a lot in the heat of passion; still, Sean’s I love you echoed in his ears. But he was too anxious to ask him about it…
“Let’s have a glass of champagne, shall we?” Sean suddenly interrupted their musings. Immediately, David was on his feet, relieved to escape his thoughts, hurrying into the kitchen. He returned with the already opened bottle of champagne. Kneeling back on the bed, he took a big gulp and then he leaned down to let it flow into Sean’s mouth.
“Happy New Year, David,” Sean said, grinning, after swallowing it down. They passed the bottle back and forth between them until it was finished and Sean went for the second one. When he came back into the room, David lay sprawled out on the bed, looking at him with hungry eyes. “Make love to me one more time, please Sean!”
“Of course, but first I need to taste some more of this delicacy.” He slowly poured some of the champagne into David’s navel and the younger man giggled because of the ticklish feeling. The giggling turned into moans when Sean’s tongue lapped it out of him. “Really delicious…” Sean murmured while he moved on to David’s cock and the redhead shrieked over wet, cold lips were engulfing it. A few licks were all that he got, though.
“Turn around, baby, will you?” Sean rasped and David obeyed immediately. Sean spread his thighs wide open and then there were drops of the icy cold liquid on David’s buttocks and some drops running through his crack as well.
“Ummph,” David groaned, grabbing the sheets below him.
The little sounds he uttered turned even louder when a wet tongue followed the trail the drops had just taken. It had been ages since someone had rimmed him and he only hoped that Sean wouldn’t stop. A low and needy whimper escaped from his throat when the tip of said tongue found the entrance into his body. Some more liquid was directly poured over and into his hole and then the possessive tongue came back and literally drank from him, probing as deep as David’s body let it.
“Don’t stop, Sean, for heaven’s sake, don’t stop,” he murmured into the pillow below him, his whole body shaking from the arousing attack.
“I don’t intend to…” Sean growled before resuming his task. Only when David was thoroughly wet did he stop for a second and add a slick finger alongside his tongue.
“Sean…!” David squeaked. He was achingly hard by now, rubbing against the linen to get some friction but Sean’s other hand on his lower back stilled his movements. He replaced his tongue with a second finger, kissing a trail up from David’s buttocks to his neck.
“I’ll make you come so hard,” he whispered into the younger man’s ear and felt the immediate reaction by a hard contraction around his fingers.
And before David was able to breathe again, a hard, slick, latex-covered cock slid into him and Sean hooked his hands under David’s armpits, rolling him onto his side.
He applied slow, languid thrusts, almost on the edge or torture. David moaned and cursed, trying to control his breathing because like Sean he wanted it to last. He rolled his head to the side, catching a glimpse of his lover. Their lips met in an almost desperate kiss.
Sean’s left hand grabbed David’s left, holding it tightly, but he never ceased in his slow movements. Only when he felt that they were both close to the edge, he would stop, wait until they both calmed down and then start all over again. It was almost too much for both of them and David felt like it went on for hours.
“I can’t go on any longer…I’m sorry,” he whimpered.
“No need to be sorry,” Sean was losing it, too, as much as he would have loved to prolong it. He slid his finger inside the clenching hole again, pressing hard against the sensitive spot and his cock at the same time, biting down on David’s neck to muffle his screams when they both stumbled over the edge in a breathtaking orgasm.
David went limp in Sean’s arms and the older Brit wasn’t in a much better state. He kissed David’s neck where his teeth had punctured the tender skin, lapping at the wound until David was sighing softly.
“Thought I killed you,” Sean whispered.
“Not quite,” David yawned, “but close…”
Suddenly shivering in the night air, he cuddled back against the heat radiating from Sean’s body.
“My beautiful little whore,” Sean murmured tenderly, stroking David’s cheek with a soft caress.
Even before he could withdraw his now limp cock from David’s body, the younger man’s even breathing signalled him that he had fallen asleep. Chuckling, he cleaned David, careful not to wake him and then he took him into his arms, resting his chin on David’s shoulder, letting himself be lulled into sleep by the younger man’s heartbeat.
In the early morning, David rolled from one side to the other, still half-asleep but feeling a sudden discomfort. He didn’t want to wake; he didn’t want to face the day when Sean would be leaving but finally he opened his eyes.
“Sean,” he whispered, not wanting to wake the other man, in case he was still asleep. When he got no reply, he carefully turned around. The second whisper died on his lips when he found the bed beside him empty. Sean must be in the bath or in the kitchen. He tried to listen intently while a sudden fear grabbed at his heart and all he could hear was the echo of his own rapidly increasing heartbeat.
“Sean,” this time he shouted. Immediately he was out of his bed, swaying on his feet, running first into the bathroom and then into the kitchen. No Sean at all. And dragging back the curtain he found that Sean’s suitcase was gone.
“Sean…” he cried out. ”Sean why…?” He broke down on his knees, sobbing quietly.
David had no idea how long he sat there. Finally he crawled back into bed. He wanted to hide. He never wanted to get up again. Only then he realized that there was a small package in the spot Sean had vacated. Frantically he unwrapped it to find a framed picture. It was the one from the beach, the one he had almost forgotten about. Obviously Sean had printed and framed it. They both looked so in love in it, David in Sean’s arms, happy smiles on their faces.
“Why?” David whispered again, tracing the outlines of Sean’s body with his fingertips. A folded paper fell down and David tried to read it through his blurry sight.
“I’m sorry, baby. I hate farewell scenes…please, forgive me. I’ll probably be on a plane already when you read this but I’ll be coming back…I promise.
P.S. I meant what I said last night…I love you.”
David pressed the picture to his chest, rocking back and forth like an abandoned child, trying desperately to keep more tears from falling, but it didn’t help. Still sobbing, he discovered the nearly full bottle of champagne from the night before. He raised it to his lips, drinking as much as he could before he choked. He inhaled deeply and drank some more. He went on like this until the whole bottle was gone.
With his head aching from crying and the alcohol, he curled into a foetal position until he thankfully passed out, falling into a restless sleep.
TBC...
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