| Title: Title: Old Dogs Author: Jo Fandom: Van Helsing RPS Pairing: Hugh Jackman/Dave Wenham Rating: PG13 Summary: Hugh & Dave both know an interesting trick. Disclaimer: Nope, never happened. And if you think it did, well...I suggest you go look up the word "fiction" in the nearest dictionary. Notes: For the postcoital challenge and for the lovely ladymoonray's birthday!
"Just did," Dave mumbled from the vicinity of Hugh's lower left ribs. Cheeky bastard. "Fuck you," Hugh replied, picking up a pillow and giving it a half-hearted swing. Wasn't surprised when Dave just batted it away and lifted his head, grinning. "Believe we did that, too." Yeah, definitely a cheeky bastard. Verging on wanker. Hugh managed to shove himself a little higher on the mounded pillows, ignored the fact that he was sweaty as all hell and covered with drying come -- both his and Dave's. Moving enough to crawl out of bed and clean up was too much effort. 'Sides, he didn't think his legs would support him, anyway. Damn things felt like they were made of rubber at the moment. Much like the rest of the bones in his body. And, if he was any judge of things, Dave was in the same condition. Dave flopped over onto his back, one hand coming to rest on his chest. Actually, looking him over with a critical eye, Hugh decided that Dave was closer to jello. "Problems, mate?" "None at all now," Dave smirked, tipping his head back so he could look at Hugh. "Should hope not." Hugh's fingers slide through strawberry blond hair, came to rest on Dave's face. One long finger tapped Dave's nose, and Hugh grinned again when his hand was batted away. "We just fucked --" "And sucked," Dave chimed in, wicked grin lighting his eyes. "-- and sucked," Hugh continued, eyeing Dave from under a raised eyebrow, "each other almost into oblivion." "Felt pretty damn good, didn't it?" "Felt bloody fantastic," Hugh said, tugging Dave's hair. The gesture was rewarded with Dave growling and trying to catch Hugh's hand. Guess the jello was solidifying. Good. Hugh definitely had more plans for Dave this fine afternoon. "Keep that up, and you'll regret it." Dave's threatened, although his eyes were still dancing with amusement. "You say that like it isn't exactly what I want." Hugh flashed him a smug grin when Dave blinked. Ah ha, gotcha, mate. "Oh...really?" Dave rolled to his side, propped up on his elbow. Which gave Hugh an unobstructed view right down Dave's naked front. Sometimes, he was extremely glad that they were the only two Australians on set. Gave them the perfect something to bond over besides being able to drink the rest of the cast under the table. "Yeah." Hugh's grin turned dark, wicked, as he rolled to bring his body flush against Dave's. Felt the stirring against his hip as he leaned in to nuzzle the spot under Dave's jaw that, days ago, Hugh had discovered was directly connected to Dave's dick. Convenient, that. "So, um," Dave said, pausing to swallow, voice still breathless when he spoke again. "That...thing...you did with your, um, tongue." "Yeah?" Hugh was only half paying attention to what was being said. He was much more interested in Dave's reactions.. "Where'd you, um, learn...that?" Dave's hand flexed on Hugh's hip, as his hips bucked. "Ian." Hugh continued what he was doing, gradually working his way down Dave's throat to his collarbone. "Ian?" Dave squirmed a bit, flopping over again to his back, dragging Hugh with him. "McKellen?" "Mmhmm." "I'll be damned." Something in Dave's tone stopped Hugh, brought his head up to peer into blue eyes still clouded with lust. "What?" Hugh frowned in confusion, forehead wrinkling, when Dave started to laugh. "You remember that thing you asked me about the other day," Dave said between bouts of laughter. "The hip rolling thing?" "Yeah," Hugh said very slowly, giving the word a few extra syllables. Then he blinked. And groaned. "Don't tell me. Ian." Dave just nodded, laughing too hard to answer. Hugh groaned again as his own laughter welled up and spilled out. "Fuck me," Hugh said when he could finally breathe again. "I'd say something about teaching old dogs new tricks, but I don't think it really applies here." "More like the old dog taught us some new tricks," Dave said, still laughing. Hugh had to agree. Then he remembered where he was when Dave had started laughing. It was only a matter of minutes before Dave wasn't laughing anymore.
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