A reunion party wouldn't at all be the same without his big brother. Make that his movie big brother. You really shouldn't have lusty thoughts about your real big brother. That kinda killed the mood a little. Looking up again Dave discovered that he'd lost track of Sean. Until he heard a voice right next to his ear.
"Hi, Dave."
Sean's voice felt like raw silk gliding over his skin. Smooth, but with enough of a rasp to make it edgy. Hugging the other man tightly to him, Dave basked in the feeling of being back on the set, with all his friends. God, he missed them all so much. After a few moments he felt Sean withdraw a little, and caught him aiming green eyes at the faded blue jeans Dave had on.
"Those are nice pants, Dave."
The words made Dave wonder a bit. It didn't last long as Sean's hand moved the small of his back, fingers splaying to create a hot spot to short circuit every thought in his head. Not protesting he let Sean take him by the hand and resolutely lead him away from the rest of the party and into a quiet, half dark room.
"I really missed you, you know." Sean's voice chased away all of Dave's worries. Obviously the older man saw what effect he had on Dave, the low, throaty hum of a laughter licked at hyper nerve endings and Dave's blue eyes fluttered shut.
Only to fly open wide as he felt hands on the waist of his jeans. Peering down on himself he was treated to the sight of Sean on his knees in front of him, face determined as well as his hands that were in the process of opening Dave's well worn jeans.
"Uhm..." he started, voice climbing towards a pitch he'd never encountered before. Forcing his voice to deepen, he braced sweaty palms at the wall behind him. "Sean? What are you doing?"
That question got Sean's attention.
"You can't tell?" Green eyes held an amused look. "Man, you really need this...!"
One by one the buttons opened, revealing snug, black boxers inside.
"Of course." Sean gave him a quick smile. "Relax, Dave... I promise you that you're going to like this. In fact, I should have done this much sooner. But as they say, there's no time like now..." The jeans slid down Dave's lean hips with the owner watching the progress in rapt fascination.
When Sean placed his hands on his thighs just below the boxers, Dave suppressed a shiver. He couldn't believe this was happening. Maybe he'd gone crazy and was still standing in the middle of the party, imagining things. He felt dizzy, thoughts swirling like freshly made cotton candy. Closing his eyes again, he held his breath as clever fingers slowly dragged his underwear down South.
Then there was wetness, heat, a slide of hands that made his knees turn to jelly. The music from the party pulsated through the wall as Dave tried his damndest to be quiet. He really, really didn't want to be disturbed right now. And he could only imagine the sight that would greet any curious guest. The picture played in his head and he had to catch his breath.
His hands would probably leave permanent marks on the walls as he was currently attempting to claw his way through them. Banging the back of his head against the wall paper he saw premature stars. Body a taut line of quivering muscles, Dave blinked his eyes open. Managing to break away from the wall just barely, he looked down to meet Sean's eyes.
That proved to be his undoing. Sparkly green eyes boldly met his and suddenly he was coming, hard and fast.
Utterly spent Dave sagged back against the wall, trying to locate a part of his brain that didn't still go 'wheee!'. In front of him Sean was busy tucking him back in and doing up the jeans again. Sighing deeply and satisfied, he leaned his head back.
And stared directly into the eyes of James Bond.
"I had a feeling I would find you in here, Sean," Pierce stated, eyebrow raised. He grinned. "Hello, David."
"Uh... Hello?"
Twisting a bit so he could look up at Pierce, Sean still had a hand on Dave's hip.
"You said I could go say hi to Dave!"
Viggo made his appearance next to Pierce.
"Did you at least greet him properly before jumping him, blondie?"
"I did!" Sean's face was a study in innocense. "Didn't I, Dave?"
Met with a pair of affronted green eyes, Dave nodded. "He did. I mean, you did." He didn't miss the smug smile aimed at Viggo and Pierce.
"So is this where you both go insanely jealous and beat me up, or should I expect this to happen at a regular basis?"
At least Sean looked happy about the regular thing. Dave kinda liked that.
"Relax, Dave." He could tell Viggo was close to laughing. "Pierce and I don't mind. And...what Sean wants, he usually gets..." He smiled at Sean who batted his eyes at him with a slight smirk. Dave very nearly got jealous.
"So the three of you..." he stated. "I should have guessed."
Sean had gotten to his feet. Pierce immediately seized him and pulled him in close. The shorter man leaned back into him with familiar ease that made Dave smile.
"You know, Dave..." Sean was watching him with an inscrutinable look. "I said hi to Karl earlier tonight."
"You did?" Pierce demanded to know. Sean reached up and patted his cheek reassuringly, sharing a look with Viggo.
"Not like that, Pierce. Mind out of the gutter, remember?" For a second Pierce only stared at Sean. Then he turned to Viggo.
"I think you need to continue this conversation, Vig. Sean and I have a little matter to discuss."
"Of course." Viggo nodded gracefully as Pierce leant down to whisper something in Sean's ear. Then he bent the smaller man backwards in a kiss so hot that Dave blushed.
"As Sean was saying..."
Dave tried really hard to not be distracted and listen to what Viggo was saying.
"I believe it is your duty to give our Karl a...proper hello."
"My... You mean... I am...? Wow." Dave blinked. "You think he'd...? And I should.... To him. Wow."
"Precisely." Viggo hooked one arm around Sean and one around Pierce. A runaway thought inside Dave's mind registered that they made out a very pretty picture indeed. Studying the threesome in front of him, he thought about Karl. It would be silly to protest the fact that he was attracted to men also, after what he'd just let Sean do to him. Who knew, maybe if he played his cards right, he'd might be able to enlist some help in getting his brother in law. He shook his head, reminding himself to stop thinking about the rest of the cast in family terms. Miranda might wonder if he went about calling her his wife.
The party was still jumping as they came back. Orlando came by and stole Sean with him, Billy and Dominick in tow. Pierce and Viggo looked at each other.
"Maybe we should tag along."
"It is Orli after all..."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
Chuckling to himself Dave snagged a glass wine from a passing waiter and scanned the room for a certain kiwi brunet. He found him next to Ian and Harry, looking delicious in black jeans.
"Hello, Karl." Dave met the darker man's eyes and grinned.
"Dave!" Karl returned the smile, leaning in to give Dave a warm hug. "It's great to see you, mate!"
Glancing over Karl's shoulder to Sean who raised his glass at him with a saucy wink, Dave took hold of Karl's hand.
"Come on, let's find somewhere more private so I can give you a proper hello...!"