Chapter 53 - Wildlife Spotting

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In which Hugh finally has his target in his clutches, and finds out he's not entirely sure what to do next.




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The full moon is calling
The fever is high
And the wicked wind whispers
And moans

You got your demons
You got desires
Well, I got a few of my own

Oooh, loneliness will blind you
In between the wrong and the right
Oooh, coming right behind you
Swear I'm gonna find you
One of these nights

'One of These Nights' Eagles

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Hugh didn't know what he was going to do when he finally spotted his target. Give thanks to the gods, perhaps. Throw a party. Drink the most expensive plonk he could find. And yet none of these things even came close when he finally caught sight of Eric on the stairs at Freeman's, other than a slightly sick feeling in his stomach. The knowledge of what would happen if he fucked things up weighed heavily on his mind. All of his work, all of his travelling, all of the sheer agony of getting there would be wasted, and he would probably find himself broken into several million pieces as a result. He couldn't quite put out of his mind how big the man was. Jesus. He was like a mountain that seemed to get taller and taller the closer you got to it.

He gently nudged Sawyer's elbow, nodding toward Bana as soon as he had distracted Bunny's attention from his current target.

"So who's that?" he murmured.

Sawyer quirked an eyebrow at Hugh. He obviously had some kind of death wish... or something like it. Either that, or Australians were like magnets, drawn together like irresistible forces no matter where on earth they found each other.

"That, my Foxy friend, is one of Marton's bouncers. The Australian I mentioned to you once. Name's Eric. I wouldn't think he's the 'bloke' for you, though. From what I know, he's more into giving than receiving. Although..." he shrugged, eyeing the big man up and grinning to himself at the thought of the last encounter he'd had with Eric - and one or two others at the same time, "I guess if you've got enough cash, Marton's boys'll do whatever you need."

He spared a glance at Hugh. He did seem pretty keen, going by the continued study.

Hugh gave a slow nod. Cash wasn't a problem. He'd personally rob the nearest bank clean if that was what Bana needed to get somewhere nice and quiet and personal. Jackman's eyes gleamed at the challenge, his head lowering to murmur into Sawyer's ear despite his gaze never leaving Bana's form.

"You never know," he murmured. "I always like a challenge. So... you going to introduce us, or am I going to have to beg you?"

Sawyer grinned lazily as Hugh's voice tickled his senses. No wonder he liked this foxy 'bloke'; he was a man after Sawyer's own heart with the whole challenge idea.

"I don't know, depends how prettily you beg," Sawyer smirked, turning his head slightly to give Hugh a suggestive sideways glance.

Hugh chuckled, full of good cheer, and licked at Sawyer's ear gently. His body pressed against the bunny suggestively, a little nudge of the hips stating how happy he was to make payment.

"Pleeeeeeeeeease," he purred softly in Sawyer's ear, giving the man's earlobe a little nibble. "You introduce me to Muscles over there and I'll give you carrot sensations so good, you'll be speechless for a week. Promise."

The touches were very delightful, and Sawyer was very tempted to forget the plan he'd been forming when Hugh first asked who Eric was, and just drag him by the carrot into the nearest available space, but... yes, there was that 'thing' he'd been considering with the army major, not to mention that Hugh was obviously so besotted by his fellow countryman it wasn't really Sawyer he was planning on feeding the carrot to just now.

"I hope that's a promise that'll still be warm once he's fucked you through a mattress or two, Sunshine," Sawyer offered, teasing. He wasn't sure Hugh would be so keen if Eric decided to teach him that size did matter. Hugh was pretty big in certain places, it was true, but Eric definitely had more going for him in the muscle department. The fox couldn't have failed to have noticed; the moniker he'd used said that much.

Jackman chuckled again. Oh, he had a few tricks up his sleeve to tempt Muscles without getting his own arse on the line. He gently smoothed his hands over Sawyer's sides, pressing against the man's back and gently rotating his hips as though they were engaged in a sensual dance rather than conversation.

"Don't worry," he confirmed softly, giving another little lick to Sawyer's ear. "I'll always be ready for you, no matter what. Hot, hard and able to make you howl," he breathed. "So, what d'you say, Bunnikins?"

Sawyer shivered slightly, the reminder of Foxy's delights almost too much to resist, but yes, there was always another place and another time for that. Pushing back slightly to show he'd be ready any time Hugh was, Sawyer nodded slightly.

"Come on then, Your Horniness."

Reaching back to give a slap to the man's thigh, Sawyer moved forward, turning to smirk at his carrot-dangling friend - although the carrot wasn't exactly dangling right now, more like poking up from the ground, if the touch to his backside was any clue - then dropped his gaze to confirm the fact before widening the amused grin and turning away again.

Stepping up to where Eric was chatting to a flirty-looking Kate, Sawyer nodded politely to the pretty brunette and flicked a look back towards Hugh.

"Eric, if you don't mind the interruption, this gentleman asked me for an introduction. You may have somethin' in common... and I don't mean me..." Sawyer murmured this bit softly before continuing, "He's from your side of the world, I do believe. Mr. Eric Bana, may I present Mr. Hugh Jackman. Mr. Jackman, Mr. Bana."

With a slight flourish, Sawyer turned to Kate. "Why don't I take you over to the bar, Miss Austen? Let's leave these two gentlemen to get acquainted while I buy you a drink."

Kate smiled at him winningly, even though she knew the best she'd get from Sawyer was exactly what he'd offered - a drink. Eric could sometimes be counted on for a bit more than that. But clearly, this Jackman fellow was a paying guest and as a staff member she had less claim to Eric's time and attentions. Pity, really, she thought to herself as she took the arm Sawyer offered her and dutifully accompanied him.

Giving the man she was with a thoughtful look, she wondered what his aim was for the night. He didn't usually give up on one of his conquests so easily, and the way he'd been allowing Jackman to fondle him before coming over to her and Eric made her wonder why he'd passed the man on so quickly, apart from the obvious thought of allowing Marton and Marg to gain a little more money from him. Jackman was attractive too, and she wouldn't have minded helping him spend a few dollars, but he seemed much more enamored of the big Aussie. Hardly surprising, she supposed, since Sawyer had brought him here, but just occasionally it'd be nice if the 'normal' men were as attractive as all the 'queer' ones the place teemed with.

She glanced about as they seated themselves, trying to spot Naveen. Sawyer usually did things to gain his Dom's attention, so his actions probably had something to do with the East Indian, wherever he'd disappeared to.

Hugh watched as Sawyer skillfully managed to steer the girl away to the bar before turning to give his target a friendly smile. Yeah, the man hadn't got any smaller by getting closer to him; as impressive as any natural formation outside and probably twice as tough. He could see the outline of the man's impressive frame through the material of his top and was all too conscious of the power of the man's thighs he could just see.

Oh yeah, hot as hell, but it was going to take a fucking elephant to manhandle the guy anywhere he didn't want to go.

Of course that just meant he had to be a little friendlier when it came to it, which was no bad thing. Hugh smiled a little more, and held out his hand. Sawyer might have mentioned money but Hugh was buggered if he was going to treat this guy like coins might change hands. It was the least he could do.

"Hi. Hope I didn't interrupt anything?"

Sawyer's friend was Australian? For a moment, Eric's heart beat a little faster, but then he managed to smile easily enough at the introduction, and he nodded vaguely as Sawyer and Kate disappeared across the room.

Turning his attention to Jackman, Eric plastered on a friendly grin and took the hand held out towards him.

"No problem. She's probably got others with more claim to her attention than me. So you're a friend of Sawyer's?"

Eric gave the stranger an appraising look as they shook hands. Jackman was almost as tall as he was, which meant he was over six feet, although he was leaner than Eric. In as far as men went, Eric often preferred them more on the smaller side, although he'd certainly stretched that preference since working for Mr. Marton. No, he certainly wouldn't say no to this one, although he was slightly suspicious of what kind of games this man would want to play, knowing Sawyer's leanings.

"That's right," Hugh agreed. "Drinking friends, really. Oh, and a mutual appreciation of wildlife."

He grinned and looked at the sheer power of the man's arm. "I hear you're a bodyguard?"

"Wildlife?" Eric huffed, confused, as he let Jackman's hand go. He hadn't thought Sawyer was interested in anything beyond cards and cocks, generally.

"And bodyguard's probably a little strong a word for it. I'm employed to help keep the rough element to a minimum. Can involve guarding bodies," he grinned, "but generally it's more about making sure no one oversteps the mark." He let his eyes run over the other man once more, the smile still wide on his face. "You wouldn't be into overstepping the mark, though - unless someone asked - would you?" He flicked a glance towards where Sawyer was propping up the bar, sure Jackman would take his meaning.

Hugh glanced over at Sawyer and his position at the bar and snorted. Oh yeah, he had no doubt the bunny had a whole range of interesting overstepping-the-mark requests.

"'Fraid I'm a little boring. No trouble whatsoever," he grinned back at Eric. "Why, do I look the type who's likely to be naughty?"

Eric raised his eyebrows, not exactly in disbelief, but somehow he didn't think this man was anywhere near as boring as he was implying.

"Naughty can be fun, sometimes," he smirked, "but there's naughty and then there's naughty. If you're looking for a little fun and games, I'm sure it can be arranged. But if it's anything beyond that, I might not be your man."

Was it that easy? Hugh shoved away the little spark of ego that had flared, remembering this was a damned whore house. Of course they would go from point A to point Z without too much of a tour, regardless of the person doing the asking. And, ok, so Bana was part of security but Marton had made it pretty clear that his boys multi-tasked whenever they wanted to. Acceptance was nothing to be proud of.

Hugh glanced back towards the party below thoughtfully, then back at Eric. One hand rose hesitantly to stroke down the firm bicep he had admired before, and it was as firm and as smooth as he had imagined. Jackman's gaze rose to meet Eric's again, his smile welcoming the prospect of future naughtiness.

"Trust me," he murmured. "I'm sure you're my man."

In more ways than one, for that matter. Hugh grazed his nails down Eric's arm, still watching him. Risking it, Jackman stepped forward to close the gap between them, sliding his hand from bicep to chest and then down the man's side. He flickered his gaze to a door nearby that could lead to a closet for all he knew, then back again in query.

Eric simply smiled as Jackman stroked his arm and then moved nearer, touching more. He huffed a small laugh when the man's eyes shifted to a nearby door, which led to a closet. While Eric wasn't afraid to be adventurous, he didn't think there'd be enough room for both of them in there.

"This way," he murmured, his smile not faltering as he shifted slightly, an arm going around Jackman's back and resting his hand lightly there as he turned them both to head up the staircase behind them.

As they made their way upward, he dropped his hand down and glanced over his shoulder, meeting Marton's eye from across the room. Giving his employer a brief nod, he turned away again, smiling at Jackman once more and directing him to the door of the Emerald room.

"I'm sure you'll find this room a little more agreeable than the one downstairs," he informed the man, "and more private."

Hugh had no doubt whatsoever that the room would be more agreeable, and true enough the door opened to reveal a plush and finely decorated room, sparks of bright green everywhere as though it had been showered by jewels. He felt a familiar sense of wariness as he stepped into the room, but forced himself to shrug that off; okay, so he was rarely actually invited into this type of place, but that was no reason to act as though the sole reason he was there was to nick the ornaments on the mantelpiece.

He licked his lips as he looked around the room. It was a little too flashy for his taste, each piece screaming expense and quality, but clashing with each other for dominance so that the eye didn't quite know what to rest on first. He was standing on one of the plushest rugs he had ever seen; a glamorous looking thing but with the heaviness that suggested it had literally been pulled off the back of a sheep. Nice. Very nice. Very damned expensive as well, but he would be able to find some way of stumping up the money for the bill at the end, even if he had to eat scraps for the next three weeks to do it. Finally, there appeared to be a light at the end of his tunnel, and it was muscle-bound, handsome and currently at his bidding.

Now that was a damned nice thought.

Jackman slowly turned around and watched as Bana closed the door behind him with a quiet little click. A grin appeared at the corner of his mouth as he studied his target again in full appreciation for the man in front of him. Where Sawyer was lean beauty - an urban fox in human form with those bright, quick eyes - Eric was a chiseled statue, powerful and graceful at the same time.

"So," Hugh waited until Eric had stepped further into the room before approaching him again, daring to rest his hand on the man's chest before terms had been fully agreed. "How d'you do this, then? Discuss what's gonna happen, or just trust me not to cross that line?" He chuckled. "Not that you're not big enough to break me in two if you didn't want something," he added ruefully. Jackman shrugged and gently ran the tips of his nails down Eric's chest, as though a cat scratching its claws down a wooden chair leg.

"Or we could just chat about back home, of course," he grinned, having no doubt Australia was seriously high on Bana's Not To Talk About list. "Bet you miss the beer, eh? And the smell of sheep that never quite gets out of your clothing."

Eric kept the even smile on his face as Jackman showed his inexperience at dealings in a whorehouse. He nodded slightly at the comment about him being capable of breaking him in two, but otherwise said little, for a change. While Eric was normally the sort of man who talked almost constantly, he was wary of this man, and for good reason.

He hadn't exactly left Australia under the most pleasant of circumstances, and while he doubted his wife would have bothered to send someone after him all this way, there was still the small matter of her father and Eric's quick exit from the man's employment, with a little more than his due pay in his pockets.

He didn't really expect that the man would bother, considering the additional embarrassment that his family would have to suffer if it came out exactly why Eric had been forced to leave so suddenly, but then who knew with these rich tycoons? Perhaps the extra Eric had helped himself to was worth more than he thought, or maybe Daddy just didn't like seeing his daughter being made a fool of. And then, there was the whole divorce thing, which he'd never bothered with.

On the other hand, would his father-in-law have gone to the trouble of finding someone who didn't mind what he had to do, to get his own back? This Jackman had to have slept with Sawyer; there was no way the gambler would have brought him to Freeman's and let him go off to play with Eric if he hadn't tried him out first. Eric couldn't imagine Lucelli's contacts being so far-reaching as to find himself a man-loving bounty-hunter, and coincidence just didn't strike like that very often. Perhaps it was as simple as it looked.

"Usually," he began in a low voice, keeping the tone easy and the smile in place, "I'm the one who does the fucking. I don't get tied up and I don't do whipping - from either side," he informed the man as Jackman continued to fondle his muscles. "I'll suck and I'll let you touch me however you want, otherwise. You can settle up afterwards with Mr. Marton once I've had a word in his ear. If you want to know what it's likely to cost, I can go over the hourly rates and so on before we start. Your choice."

All the while, he allowed his eyes to run over the man's face and body, letting him know he approved most heartily of the situation they were looking at. Discussions on Australia, he would leave for now.

Despite knowing where he was, it all struck Hugh as remarkably ... efficient, with its rules and its procedures and all the other things that the old battered school in the depths of Australia had tried and failed to instill in him when he was a nipper. Perhaps they were right when they said romance was dead, although it made everything a little easier than trying to woo the man. The lack of bondage materials was a bastard though, and definitely one to persuade Bana with when they had more time and Hugh had more cash. The opportunity to have his target willingly tie himself up was too good not to miss.

His mind lingered briefly on the thought of money. Freeman's as a whole was going to sting him badly, but he had the cash on him to cover his usual expenses for a month, which should have been enough for a quick fumble with the bodyguard on the highly expensive bed. He hoped. He really, really hoped.

"That won't be necessary," Jackman replied finally, accompanied by the smallest of lop-sided smiles. "Although when you say 'usually' you don't do the receiving, is that you being polite or is there some club I need to belong to in order to get the special privileges?"

Eric huffed a small laugh. Well, it was hardly surprising if the guy was more used to giving than receiving. If he'd been with Sawyer, by all accounts he'd be on top. As most people at Freeman's knew, Sawyer was the biggest bottom in town.

He licked his lips slowly before answering, and lifted a hand to stroke down one of Jackman's arms much in the same appreciative manner the other man had done to him.

"I don't play that game for just anyone. If you're after more than what I've just offered, I'll need to see how I feel about your style first. If it's just a straight-forward fucking you're after tonight, there's other boys here who'll gladly take care of you, and for less."

The good thing about working for Mr. Marton was that his employer didn't expect his boys to do anything and everything just because it would bring in money. While they were always encouraged to stretch themselves - in more ways than one sometimes - they were never pushed into a situation they weren't comfortable with. Eric wasn't about to give a guy he didn't even know access to something that was reserved for special occasions. Few men had gone there, and Jackman wasn't so far wrong with his comment about a special club.

"You don't do it the other way, then?" he queried with some curiosity. Most blokes who came after him with such determination were happy to take the submissive role. "Too bad. But if I'm really 'your man' as you said before, I'm sure we can find something... shall we say... to our mutual satisfaction without going that far."

Eric widened his grin suggestively and kept lightly stroking the man's arm. His cock was already feeling somewhat interested, but he wasn't about to make the first proper move, or encourage it further just yet. That was always up to the client to start with, and so far it wasn't even certain Jackman would follow through now their positions had been made clear.

"It's just never appealed," Hugh replied softly in defense of his anti-bottom stance, his mind already racing with possibilities to ensure his 'style' was as Bana-friendly as possible. Clearly he couldn't be too rough if the whipping comment was anything to go by, but too gentle and the man probably wouldn't even feel him. Half of him was tempted to suggest that perhaps Bana might encourage him to try, but the other half - the sensible, you want to put it where half - was swift to slam down on that suggestion. Seduction was not going to happen if he was tense and nervous, and having someone the size of Bana delve into places which really should be left to their own devices was going to make any sensible bastard nervous.

"We'll see how it goes, eh? You can stop me at any time; I won't be offended." Jackman stepped a little closer, his hand sliding from chest downwards to brush against the man's groin. Jesus, the man was the size of an elephant and he wasn't even hard yet. Taking a risk, he stepped forward and pressed a gentle, undemanding kiss on Bana's mouth as he gently stroked over the man's trousers again.

"You never know," he murmured. "We could get carried away without noticing."

Now that was more like it. There was no reason why they couldn't have some fun together. Eric was more than willing to be agreeable as long as the bloke didn't push for something he wasn't about to offer.

Putting a large hand around Jackman's neck, he pulled the man closer and opened his mouth to the kiss, his other hand swiftly moving from arm to ass and bringing their groins into closer contact.

"Carried away's entirely possible," Eric decided as he pulled away from the bruising kiss, although his easy grin belied his belief that it wouldn't be him doing the bending over, should they get so carried away.

Oh, yes, there could definitely be fun here tonight.

"Good," Jackman purred in not a small amount of relief, leaning back into a deep, punishing kiss and allowing his hands to smooth over Bana's well-muscled back. His hips gently circled, pressing against Eric's and gaining a spark of pleasure as his already hard length found at least a little friction. Hugh dropped his head and gently kissed down the man's neck, not wanting to spook him by using his teeth, as his hand drifted downwards to squeeze Bana's proud firm backside.

Chuckling softly, Hugh took a few steps back as he unbuttoned his own shirt and carefully pulled it off in respect to its cost. Shirt placed over the back of a chair, he eased off his boots and socks, and unbuttoned the top of his trousers although he allowed them to remain clinging to his hips. Eager was one thing, but too eager was just pathetic.

"So…" he purred again as he prowled closer, his eyes sparkling. "I guess we should get you comfortable, eh?"

Watching as his client stripped down, Eric waited to see if Jackman wanted to help him shed his own clothes. This was definitely a sexy man; someone assured as hell and no wallflower, which actually made a nice change from some of the nervous nellies Bana ended up with a lot of the time. What it was about most of them, Eric wasn't sure, but they all seemed so damned keen to see if what he kept in his trousers was as big as the rest of him. Once they saw it, so often they went all weak-kneed and allowed him to take charge, which wasn't a bad thing, but sometimes it was nice to feel a bit of strength.

Maybe they wouldn't get as far as a fuck, but supposing this bloke was as impressed as so many of them were, perhaps he'd change his mind. If so, Eric thought he'd at least make it a little more interesting than so many clients, going by his behavior so far.

Jackman had a good body too - all lean muscle under a fair smattering of hair, which meant he was probably pretty fit. Eric wondered what the man did for work for a moment, before being distracted by the treasure trail heading downwards between slim hips. This was definitely a nice change to most of the lazy city bastards who could afford to pay for Eric's company.

A spike of lust shot through him when the glittering brown eyes gave him the once over again as Jackman approached.

"I'm all yours," Eric said, giving a similar look back as he held his hands out to the sides in offer.

Bana was all his. That was definitely the statement that Hugh wanted to hear, but sadly it wasn't to the extent that he wanted. Jackman closed the distance between them and stood, simply allowing himself time to look down Eric's body now that it was clear he wasn't just going to strip and get on with things. On the other hand, he could see why his other 'clients' would prefer that. Someone like Eric was like taming a tiger; you seriously wanted to take your time to appreciate the natural beauty before you did whatever it was you did with a tamed tiger.

He began to calmly unfasten Bana's clothing, slipping the material off the man's shoulders and unfastening his trousers before putting a hand on Eric's stomach and giving him a gentle, guiding push to sit on the mattress. Crouching down, Hugh smoothly removed the man's boots and put them to one side as well before he leaned up to capture the man's mouth once more in a passionate kiss.

"Shame you don't go in for ropes," he mused lightly. "You'd look incredible tied to the bed."

Jackman was a pretty good kisser; all strength and fire, something Eric really appreciated, but the comment following the kiss amused him no end. What was it about blokes like this that they wanted to tie him up? It wasn't the first time he'd been asked something similar. It really didn't appeal that much, but maybe he'd have to discuss with Mr. Marton if people would pay enough for such a thing.

He laughed at the words and stood up again, drawing Jackman up with him. Hands went to the waistline of the already open pants of the other man and Eric ran his fingers along the inside lightly before opening them completely and pushing them down.

Turning his smile from Jackman's face down to where he'd exposed hard flesh, he raised his eyebrows slightly but otherwise didn't react too much. Just as well he had training in dealing with the unexpected. Somehow he hadn't realized the man was that big, but then he'd been thinking about payment and the finely muscled chest, not checking out what was inside his trousers before now. No wonder Sawyer was impressed.

"Very nice," he offered, pushing his own trousers out of the way.

They were pretty similar in size as it happened, and somehow that was even more of a turn-on than Eric had expected. Using his feet, he got his pants out of the way, then lowered himself slowly to do the same for his client. Coming to rest on his knees immediately in front of the monster, he looked upward, still smiling. Putting his hands on the warm hips, he breathed on the tip of it, and then, without further ado, covered the head completely with warm lips, sucking firmly.

Oh, holy fucking god. Hugh had to bite his lip as an incredibly talented mouth slid over his flesh, managing to hit every single sensitive spot in one second and turning his cocky reply into a little 'ngh!' of shock. Okay, it was definitely good that this man wasn't wasted simply by being on the door all the time.

His hand rested lightly in the man's dark hair as though he was worried that if Eric felt him he would immediately stop. Hugh's eyes closed briefly before he forced himself to open them again and look down at the tanned, rippling beauty who was currently using his mouth to turn every bone in Jackman's body into goo. God, that was glorious. Hell, every single movement and touch was glorious; Bana attentive to everything he wanted and even stuff he never realized he wanted. Hugh groaned in pleasure, every suck and lick and nip turning his temperature up a notch and ruining his ability to stand upright.

"Fuck," he groaned. "That's good."

The attentions were having the desired effect. Eric was enjoying himself too, which helped. Whoring wasn't something he'd ever imagined for himself when he came to San Francisco, and the fact that it wasn't his main job here helped a lot. He didn't dislike sex, but so many times when he was requested for these jobs, the client was nowhere near who Eric would have chosen for himself. Of course there were notable exceptions, like the foursome he and Vin had been involved in with Karl and Sawyer the other week , but they tended to be few and far between. Eric much preferred the shows with the boys here, generally, or his private dalliances with either Boone or Kate or one of the other girls when he wasn't otherwise employed.

But this? Oh yes, very agreeable.

Once he had the man practically ready to crumble off his legs under his ministrations, Eric pulled off the heated cock and stood up again, his own erection pulsing with need. He wrapped his hands around the slim hips and leaned in to tease the breathless man with soft licks to his long neck. Then as Jackman trembled, Eric spun him gently and pushed him backwards onto the bed, following behind two seconds later and reaching for the oil on the bedside table.

"Don't worry, I won't fuck you... unless you've changed your mind?" he queried with a grin as Jackman gave him a nervous look from where he'd struggled backwards further onto the bed. "Let's just get a bit more friendly, though, eh?"

Closing the gap between them, he pulled the client closer with a hand on his hip, grinding their erections together and kissing hotly at the delicious lips.

A bit more friendly? Was that even possible? However, now wasn't the time to query it. Hugh immediately deepened the kiss hungrily, his aching length rubbing against as much of Eric as possible as one leg hooked over Eric's to keep him in place. One hand smoothed over Eric's back to move its way to his backside, raking his nails gently down Bana's rear and purring in the back of his throat.

"What exactly did you have in mind?"

"Well, that's a pretty good start," Eric rumbled back, and went for Hugh's neck. Finding the pulse point, he sucked on it hard, then licked over it, before murmuring as he lifted his head away, "Don't suppose you want any marks? Biting and such?"

Finding the oil again, he quickly coated a hand, and deftly stoppered the bottle again, dropping it onto the bed as he wrapped the moist hand around both of their cocks. Oh yes! If he wasn't going to be fucking, he might as well make it as good as he could for them both.

Hugh chuckled breathlessly, his words momentarily paused as the hand stroked them over and over again in a wave of silky goodness.

"Bite away," he murmured. " I know enough frisky souls that a few teeth marks aren't going to raise any eyebrows, you little vampire."

It felt damned good but he couldn't shake the feeling that it was damned odd, lying back and simply accepting things without taking charge. Hugh growled softly, his eyes closing as he allowed Bana to stroke them a little longer before he wrapped his legs around Eric's and pushed, rolling them over and landing on top of him.

"Am I going to get a go, or are you just going to be greedy?" Jackman offered him a lopsided grin.

Eric laughed as Jackman pushed him over easily. This one certainly had some strength in him compared to a lot Eric ended up with, which definitely made things interesting. And he'd been given permission to bite. Good. Eric was quite into nibbling on necks and such and this bloke had rather a tasty one.

He grinned lazily up at the client atop of him and bucked his hips upward, causing more delicious friction between them.

"Be my guest," he offered, putting his hands back behind his head and waggling his eyebrows.

Hugh grinned back at him, and made himself comfortable straddling the man's hips. He looked down at him with twinkling eyes, running a finger tip from the man's throat down his chest and stomach and gently touching the tip of the mountain that the man called a cock.

"Good," he breathed, circling the head of Eric's cock with his finger once more before lifting his hand and tweaking Bana's left nipple. Jackman gently slid his hands over the firm, muscular arms and to the wrists, taking hold of them and gently moving them a little further above Eric's head. He deliberately kept his touch light, allowing the man to know he could pull away at any point if he wanted it. It seemed only fair really, considering the long sea journey he was going to be suffering locked up below deck. Hugh felt a stab of guilt before shaking that away, refocusing on his target. Jesus, now was not the time to get soft.

He leaned over his partner, his mouth gently and almost apologetically kissing his way across the man's throat and neck before reclaiming his mouth in a hard, passionate kiss. He couldn't stop what had to happen, not if he wanted his own hide to remain intact, but at least he could give him as much attention as he could. It wouldn't stop his guilt, but anything was better than nothing.

"What I wouldn't give to have you on hands and knees," he said ruefully, toying with the man's bottom lip. "But this is good too."

The touches to his cock had Eric's breath stuttering and his groin throbbing. Jesus! The teasing was a good start to the 'naughty' part of the bargain, if nothing else.

Eric wasn't sure what to make of Jackman's need to move his arms up higher as if thinking about tying them up. He narrowed his eyes for a second, but there was no real menace in the action, and if it was making Eric immobile he was after, Bana could play that game well enough - for a while. He shifted his hands slowly under the other man's arms, taking the hint from the gentle action Jackman had already started, and gripped the wooden headboard.

Giving in to the sensations coursing through him as Jackman kissed across his neck, Eric shivered deliciously, and then the mouth was back on his again, the kiss bruising and needy, causing another spike of lust to shoot through to his cock.

He laughed lightly at the comment about getting him on hands and knees, and bucked his hips again in the hopes of showing the client that he wasn't necessarily that easy a ride.

Hugh's eyes glinted as Bana voluntarily raised his hands further to grip the headboard in a pretence at being tied up, but hell, that was better than he had expected. He kissed him harder again, sitting through the little buck easily and enjoying the feeling of such power underneath him.

Slowly he worked his way down Bana's body, worshipping each muscle with a series of kisses and nips and licks as though he was apologizing, which, in a way, he was. If he got in his apologies early, perhaps he might not feel such an utter bastard when he roped the man up and hoisted him over his pony. Jackman suckled on the firm peak of a nipple with enjoyment before nipping it once and continuing on his kissing journey downwards. He could smell the rich scent of the man below him, the lightest of male musks that caused a pleasurable shiver to trickle down his spine. In Australia, he had never spent so much time simply paying attention to his male lover on those rare occasions when he had slept with one; a quiet agreement in the dark between the two to just keep quiet and get everything finished and over with without any questions asked. Here in this city, everything seemed to have changed, and a strange sense of freedom accompanied it.

Hugh gently licked and kissed down Eric's belly, dark hairs tickling his nose as he did so whilst he gazed at the beast that the man kept chained up in his pants. Jesus. That wasn't just a mouthful, that was a whole damned feast Hesitantly he opened his mouth and gave the velvet head a puppy dog lick, one hand sliding down Bana's side to his thigh and giving it a little squeeze.

"You stay still," Hugh murmured, almost addressing the penis in question, and took it as deep as he dared into his mouth. Okay, they were going to get oil that tasted better, he vowed it.

Oh yes...

Eric hadn't had someone pay him this kind of attention for a while. Most of the clients he dealt to just wanted him to fuck them, so they could boast to whomever that they could take a man his size or whatever. The girls preferred to cling to him and although kissing was always nice, he couldn't remember any of them sucking on his nipples quite like that. It sent shivers down his spine, and by the time Jackman reached his cock, he was practically writhing.

Closing his eyes as the man covered his cock, Eric was reminded of Ian in a way, and before that... Jesse. God, those two were experts far and above most people he'd tried. Refusing to think on Jesse too long though, Eric opened his eyes to remind himself that this man was nothing like his wife's brother.

Ian. Think about Ian. That was a much better idea. Now, Ian could take more cock down his throat than anyone Eric had ever met, and the memory of a recent 'show' when the pretty boy had been sucking cock after cock made him smile. Groaning as Jackman sucked harder for a moment, he decided the man didn't quite have Ian's style and he certainly couldn't take Eric's length in the same way, but for all that, it was pretty good. His muscles fluttered as he held back from bucking, despite his hips' desperate need to do so. This bloke probably didn't fancy being choked, and Eric had to concentrate if he was to avoid it.

"Oh, just like that," he encouraged, watching the sleek haired man bobbing up and down on him, "That's good."

And thank fuck for that. Hugh felt a little trickle of relief work its way down his spine at the encouragement, and continued on his task. It was alright once he had a rhythm going, his throat almost forgetting the sheer size of the thing he was sucking on although he was only getting about half of the damned thing in. He was never going to be a professional, which was probably a good thing.

As he played and sucked and licked and worked, his hand crept from thigh to between the man's legs, cupping his balls in his hand and giving them the occasional squeeze whenever the need took him. His hand slid further, his nails gently raking across sensitive inner thigh and hesitating from going any further. Jackman instead turned his attention firmly onto the anxious cock, putting even more effort into turning the man into a writhing mess of pleasure.

It was getting more and more difficult to hold back from bucking, especially when Jackman squeezed at his balls like that, but Eric had been fairly well trained by now, so he kept taking the deep breaths, his fingers tightening around the wooden slats of the headboard as he felt his orgasm rising.

The scratching wasn't that bad either, for all that it was hinting that this client wanted to do more than just suck. And it really wasn't polite to come before a paying customer, either. Slowly, he reached a hand down and tugged gently at the shiny locks.

"D'ya swallow? Perhaps you'd better slow down now," he told the man shakily, "You might prefer it the other way again for a bit, huh?"

Hugh looked up at him through his dark fringe that was hanging over his eyes, his mouth not moving from Eric's length. He grinned, the man's cock resting in his mouth like a fine fat cigar, before he continued once more. His hand continued to scratch and caress Bana's inner thigh, exploring the firm muscles with his finger tips as he worked and ignored the ache in his jaw. After all, the mountain was bound to explode at some point...

Well, if Jackman was determined, who was Eric to stop him? After all, it was the client's choice if he wanted the man he was paying to come first. He let out a breath and brushed his fingertips through the silky hair, keeping his other hand where he'd left it on the headboard.

The spiral of pleasure making it's way up through his belly was getting more intense as Jackman kept up the tight wet sucking and the hand action on his thigh.

Christ!

Any more of that and he'd have to invite the man to shove a finger up his ass! Eric was close to asking, but closing his eyes as he swept his fingers through the soft hair once more, he pictured deep blue eyes and long lashes above swollen red lips around his cock. Just then, Jackman's tongue found a sensitive point and it suddenly became unnecessary.

Eric grunted through his release, unable to stop his hips from rising slightly this time. God, that was good! He hoped the man meant he was okay about having a mouthful of warm come when he'd stayed put at Eric's invitation to escape.

There was no question that Hugh was thankful for the little hitch in Bana's breath to warn him of the coming flood as Eric finally found his climax. He swiftly pulled his head back a little to avoid drowning, and hell, he was glad he did so as a salty tidal wave hit him hard. Swallowing as quickly as he could, Jackman took a few seconds to gasp for breath before giving Eric a final few cleaning licks and then sitting up once more to give him a grin.

"You okay?"

His hand continued to gently stroke Eric's inner thigh, caressing and soft on the sensitive skin as he watched him.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," Eric muttered, finally letting go of the headboard and throwing the arm across his eyes for a moment while he got his breath back.

"That was bloody nice, mate," Eric finally managed with a heavy breath out as he removed the arm again. He let one more shiver run through him at the motion still going on at his thigh. "Now, what would you like me to do for you?" he grinned, not bothering to move yet.

Hugh's eyes ran down the hot, proud body again hungrily, his tongue delicately running across his bottom lip as he studied him. His cock ached badly, impatient for some action, but he ignored it as best he could. Jackman's hand continued to stroke and caress as he considered it. What the hell did he want? There had never been a menu offered before, and certainly never a menu when his normal meal choice was banned.

His hand crept a little higher then stopped again reluctantly. Bana had already said that was a no trespassers zone and that was something he could appreciate, even if it did make him throb with frustration.

"Honestly, mate... I'm not sure," Hugh said finally, raising his chocolate brown eyes to study Eric again, armed with a faintly embarrassed lop-sided grin. "What would you recommend?"

Jesus, he was going to be onto the Specials of the Day soon if he wasn't careful.

Obviously, this bloke was used to fucking and really hadn't done much else. Presumably, he didn't do this a lot then, or else he chose different men most of the time. Well, Eric couldn't blame him, if Sawyer was his usual type. Perhaps he'd assumed Eric was the same - masculine men who looked the part but in fact seemed to prefer the traditional 'woman' role, if what Sawyer did could be considered anywhere near that. He huffed a laugh at the thought.

Eric gave the man's hard prick a sultry look. "I could finish sucking you off - that's probably easiest. But if you like more action, we could do it this way: I lay here against the pillows and you fuck my mouth. As long as you take a bit of care; you're not a small fella by any means," he lifted a lip in a half-amused grin, eyeing the cock again, "or if you just wanna pretend you're in there, we can aim for that. Otherwise... I could just give you a hand job. Pretty much up to you."

Shifting up onto the pillows more, Eric gave the other man a raised eyebrow in query. He hoped the guy wasn't looking for romance, 'cause that wasn't really something Eric did, preferring to keep it fairly businesslike, no matter what. He gave the lips another glance. Although kissing some more wasn't out of the question.

"You wanna c'mere, before we have to start all over?" he asked as the man seemed to hesitate, licking his own lips and continuing to look at Jackman's mouth. He hoped the bloke got the hint.

Hugh slid from his perch to land on the side, his hard erection brushing against Eric's thigh briefly before he crawled up the bed and pressed his mouth against Bana's. Stretching, he rolled onto his back and smiled at him.

"Guess I'll go for the easiest option then," he replied. "I'm not really athletic enough to start fucking in weird and wonderful positions. I'd only accidentally choke you, and I'm pretty sure that's not what either of us want."

This was turning out to be one of the most fun sessions Eric could remember in a long time, even if they were both determined not to put their arses on the line. The amusement value made it worthwhile at the very least. Eric was getting more laughs from the very easy-going bloke than he'd had in a long while, and something about Jackman made him feel very comfortable with him. He doubted it was just that they were both Australians, but whatever it was, he was even beginning to hope the man might seek him out again, though he wasn't about to admit that.

"Right you are," he grinned once more, rolling back on top of his client and kissing the strong mouth for a while before backing down his body, kissing and licking much as Jackman had done for him earlier.

Jackman purred and closed his eyes as Bana began to work his way down his body, kissing and licking and with the faintest hint of stubble jaw. He settled himself comfortably in the ridiculously expensive bed, giving little noises of encouragement as mouth met up with sensitive spots on his body.

"Oh yeah," he groaned, his body giving the smallest of bucks. "Keep going!"

"No problem," Eric rumbled against the taut belly and shifted even further in one quick movement to take the substantial cock into his mouth. The oil wasn't the tastiest on offer here and Eric made a mental note to ensure he discussed something more flavorsome with Naveen later, in case he did get another chance to try things with Jackman.

He let that thought go quickly though, in favor of showing the other Aussie just how much fun two men could have without fucking. He'd still like to have a go with the bloke someday, but it really didn't matter right now.

Teasing licks were offered around the ridges of the cockhead, along with dips into the already moist slit, then Eric was surrounding the whole top third with his mouth, sucking wetly and using one hand to support the rest of the length as he fondled the man's sac gently with the other hand below.

His own cock was starting to firm up again, but he wouldn't insist on anything further after this. Once was fine for now and if Eric really needed more, he was sure that one of the boys or girls that were in Marton and Marg's employ would be only too happy to let him have a proper fuck later, as long as he brought them off too.

Humming lightly, Eric lifted his eyes to watch the man as he carried on with his delicious work.

There was a point where it was hard to tell whether pleasure was actually pain, and Hugh felt he was probably getting there. Each lick sent a burning rush to his groin, the aching so intense that it took all his willpower not to shift on the mattress as though the damn thing was on fire. He whimpered softly as the tongue lapped against him, his hands wrapped up in the blanket as he fought the need to writhe. There was more than one way to choke a Bana, after all, and that was still classified as a Bad Thing.

"Please," he encouraged breathlessly, his entire body tense and eager. He could feel himself get closer and closer, the pleasure spiraling within him and there wasn't a damned thing he could do about it even if he wanted to. Hugh gulped some well needed air and groaned his approval again as the tongue swirled around the head of his cock, sending another bolt of pure pleasure to add to the others. Jesus.

He groaned again, a strange noise that was part growl and part desperate pleading, and gripped the bed harder but this did absolutely nothing to ease his frustration. His hips began to automatically move, giving little thrusts into Bana's welcoming mouth that the man easily and professionally adjusted to. Jackman began to gasp for air as the pleasure began to peak, a growl sounding as his back arched and, wham!, he came hard into Bana's mouth with a howl of release.

Flopping down again, he gasped for breath and finally relaxed the iron grip on the blanket that had turned his knuckles bright-white.

"Fuck." It was a breathless whisper, but god, was it heartfelt.

Swallowing easily, Eric kept his mouth where it was until he was sure he had everything Jackman had to offer, licking off the softening member gently and crawling up the side of the other man to lie on his back next to him. He swirled his tongue around the inside of his mouth as he tasted the last of the other man's come, then let out a satisfied breath, glancing with a smirk at Jackman, lying sated and quite exhausted-looking next to him.

"You look like you could use a drink," he decided, "There's the bar if you're up to it soon, or I could go get us a beer - or something harder if you like - if you need a little more recovery time. I might even find a cigar in one of these drawers somewhere if you feel like a smoke?"

Jackman grinned without opening his eyes, still flopped against the mattress as though he had been shot in the head.

"I'm an Aussie, mate," he reminded him cheerfully. "Beer'd be great. Wouldn't say no to a cigar either."

He chuckled and stretched like a cat in the sun, a long, lazy movement that spoke of luxury.

"Your boss said there might be a position for me to help out on security once in a while," Hugh commented, cracking open one eye to look at Eric thoughtfully. "This bit part of the job description?"

"Point taken," Eric nodded, pulling himself upright, "Beer it is, then."

He got off the bed and wandered over to a cabinet set against the wall and started looking in drawers.

"Many things are part of the job description," he offered non-committedly, "but this kind of thing is pretty much down to the bloke concerned. If you ever do any work for Mr. Marton, you'll find that out. Ah-ha!" he announced as he located the box of cigars that had obviously been tucked away so Sawyer wouldn't get his hands on too many at once, or other less polite clients wouldn't make off with the lot altogether.

Returning to sit on the edge of the bed, he dug in the side drawer for something to light the cigar with and puffed away for a while getting it alight before turning back to Jackman and carefully placing it in the other man's mouth.

"He's a good bloke to work for," Eric went on as he found his trousers and pulled them up, "Never forces anyone into anything they're not ready for, but he pays well and he seems to inspire trust. A lot of the boys here are not readily accepted anywhere else, as you can probably imagine. Even the men who'll pay them for what they do don't always treat them with any form of respect, but Mr. Marton... well, he's a real gentleman. He treats the boys well and once they're his, he looks after them properly. Miss Marg does the same for the girls. And you may or may not have noticed that some of his boys... well, they're more like girls anyway. They'd have a hard time even in regular houses like this, but here, they're treated very well.

"He takes no nonsense and he expects the clients to behave like gentlemen. If they respect that, they'll always get a good time, but if they don't," Eric shook his head as he buttoned up his shirt and reached for his boots, "they'll be out on their ear and they won't be welcome back. There aren't many second chances," Eric huffed, remembering last week's fight and his own part in the aftermath. "Only long term clients who've already shown their worth are likely to get consideration on that front, and even then, whatever they've done had better not affect the house too much."

Sitting down to pull the boots on, Eric gave the man on the bed a look which he hoped was enough, along with his words, to warn Jackman that he would have a hard job should he try anything untoward here.

"Be back with the beer in a few minutes. Don't start anything else without me," he winked and shut the door behind him.

Hugh settled back against the headboard as he puffed away at the cigar thoughtfully. There had been no surprise that the boss had offered to hire him, which presumably meant that they had a steady influx of employees. That made things easier. It was going to be difficult enough to 'steal' Bana away from the house, let alone have to cope with the whole house viewing him with the suspicion of an outsider until he had won their trust.

Hugh sighed. Won their trust. Like the sodding maggot he was. He played with the cigar for a moment, then reminded himself firmly why he had to do the damn thing in the first place. Eric might be sweet, but if Hugh didn't capture the guy then another bounty hunter would, and if Hugh was alive at that point he was doing well.

He shook his head and started to look around the room again automatically, trying to spot possible ways out. You never knew when an escape route was necessary, after all.

Not surprisingly, Sawyer wasn't anywhere to be seen by the time Eric got to the bar, despite much revelry still going on in the parlours, otherwise Eric might have thanked him for introducing him to Jackman.

Instead, he had a laugh with Billy as the barman regaled him with some funny story from earlier in the night while he served Eric the beer he was after, and then headed back up to the room without stopping to speak to anyone else.

Once inside the door again, he grinned at the naked figure sprawled happily across the bed, and kicked the door shut behind him.

"You comfortable?" he asked, dumping the two glasses on the table next to the bed before kicking off his boots, stripping off his shirt and unbuttoning his trousers. "Want me to take these off again, or you happy enough if I leave them on?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching for the cigar. "May I?"

"Sure," Hugh took one last drag and passed over the cigar, settling back against the pillows and watching in interest as the man put his lips around the solid bulk of the cigar. "And feel free to keep the trousers on."

He glanced toward the door and then back again. "So... is there a time limit in here or is it on the clock? Can't imagine the next people to use this room would want me lounging on the bed."

Eric shrugged as he took another long drag on the cigar and passed it back, then reached for the beer, handing one off to Jackman as he settled back against the headboard next to him.

"We can have an hour on what this is worth, but if you want longer, that's no problem. Things are pretty flexible around here. When we're done, I let someone know and they tidy up the room if it's needed again. We still have time to finish the beer before I kick you out, though," he grinned again, then took a big gulp of beer, waggling his eyebrows in amusement.

The feeling Eric was getting at this point was that Jackman probably didn't have the kind of money that people like Sawyer threw around, so doubtless he couldn't afford much more than this hour. It was tempting to suggest they met somewhere else if the bloke was interested, but Eric wasn't looking for that kind of involvement, and he knew Mr. Marton wouldn't really approve, so he kept quiet, taking a few more gulps of the beer then asking for the cigar once more.

Hugh gave a nod and took a mouthful of beer before standing up, leaving Eric with his cigar as he gathered his clothing and began to dress. He leaned over to the bed and took another mouthful of beer, before wandering over to a mirror and adjusting his somewhat crumpled form.

"S'okay," he threw over his shoulder as he worked on the annoyance that was his shirt. "I'm used to the whole in and out thing."

And it was damned cheaper, for that matter. Jackman stretched and wandered back to the bed to get his beer, sitting down next to Bana and giving him a thoughtful look.

"So," he drawled. "What are you up to after this?"

Eric simply smiled. Oh yes, he had plenty of ideas about what to do after this...

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