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Title: Eric’s King-Sized
Author: heartofslash
Fandom/Pairing: Troy RPS, Bana/Bean/Bloom/Pitt
Rating:NC-17, foursome
Warning: Four men in a bed. You need warning? Total PWP. Most PWP thing I’ve ever written.
Note: I wanted someone to leave me a comment in the guise of Begbie from Trainspotting. _regina did a smashing job and so she earned a fic and I said I’d do these lads and Eric had to get naked and have lots of muscles, which is, luckily, something Eric seems to have no trouble at all doing.
Eric’s King-Sized
“It’s big,” Sean observed.
“You bet your arse it’s big,” Eric bragged. “King-sized.”
“No way.”
Eric narrowed his eyes at Orlando. “Oh, you don’t think so, little Mr. Skinnyarse?”
Orlando straightened his shoulders and tried to look bigger, but it was futile since he was standing between Eric Bana and Brad Pitt.
Brad reached over and patted his ass. “Not skinny. Compact. I happen to like compact.”
Orlando preened. “Right. Not all of us have to look like we bench-press jeeps.”
Sean rubbed his beard thoughtfully. “Your size is not the issue, Elf.”
All attention was turned back to Eric.
“Right,” Brad said. “King-sized.”
“Not,” Orlando added.
Eric drew himself to his full height, practically towering over everyone else, although Brad’s muscles did give him a bit of a run for his money. “It is so,” he said with all the dignity he could muster.
“Only one way to find out,” Orlando said.
Brad raised an eyebrow. “You think?” he challenged.
“Hey, none of that.,” Eric said. “You wanted to see it; I invited you up here to see it. No funny stuff!”
Orlando pouted. “I hate that ‘look, don’t touch’ shit.”
“Me too.” Brad grabbed Orlando around the waist and tossed him onto the bed. Orlando squealed as Brad landed on him, arms spread wide. “I’m six feet tall, so my span is six feet.”
“A little anatomy lesson to enlighten your evening,” Sean said dryly, staying in his spot by the doorway.
Brad’s fingetips grazed the edges of the mattress. “Yup, it’s king-sized.”
Eric nodded. “I told you, you wankers.”
Orlando shimmied under Brad. “Mmm, fit for a king.”
“Or a very naughty Trojan prince.” Brad wrapped his arms around Orlando and kissed him on the nose. Orlando giggled.
“Southern Softie,” Sean grumbled. “He was just bragging about how he got a bigger mattress than the rest of us, not inviting you to try it out. Get off Eric’s bed, ya twats.”
Orlando put his legs around Brad’s waist. “No way. This is way better than my bed. And I think his air-conditioning’s better too.”
Brad looked over his shoulder at Eric. “How did you rate a king-sized bed, anyway?”
Eric expanded his chest a bit. Flexed his biceps. “I guess I’m the biggest.”
“Biggest what?” Sean sneered.
Eric turned to face him. “What?”
Sean couldn’t keep from cringing just a little. Eric really was big. And solid. And frighteningly meaty.
And then there were the rumours…
Rumours Sean felt a spontaneous, almost uncontrollable urge to prove. Or not. He hoped they’d prove true. He wouldn’t bottom for anything less than king-sized.
“I’ve heard things,” he said.
“What things?”
“Big things.”
Eric smirked. And nodded. “Big enough.”
“Big enough for Sean?” Orlando interrupted.
Now Sean smirked. “I don’t know. I’m a pretty demanding bloke.”
Brad watched, fascinated.
Eric wasn’t flustered at all. “Bigger than anything you’ve got.”
“It would have to be.”
“This I wanna see,” Orlando said.
“Really?” Brad whispered to Orlando.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“You mean you haven’t?”
Sean had a arrogant smile on his face. The smile of someone entering a race he knew was fixed in his favour.
And it was. Either way. If he was bigger, he was bigger. If Eric was bigger, he got to bottom. The very definition of a win/win situation.
“You’ve never seen Eric?” Brad asked, amazed.
Orlando hit him on the shoulder. “Of course not! I told you – one man per film.” He nuzzled the shoulder, which he hadn’t hit all that hard anyway. “You’re it for Troy.”
And Brad knew it had been Sean for Lord of the Rings. “But what about Black Hawk Down?” Orlando had never told him.
Eric glared down at the two men lying in the middle of his king-sized bed. “That was Jason Isaacs,” he growled.
“Stop stalling,” Sean said. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Eric started to undo his jeans, and then hesitated. “What if I’m… shy? With an audience, I mean.”
Sean rolled his eyes. “Excuses, excuses.”
Brad rolled off Orlando and pushed him up to his knees. “No need to be shy. Orlando will do the fluffing.”
“Brad! I told you – one man, and only one man, per movie!”
“Yeah, but it’s just a bit of fluffing, and you’ve done Sean before so he doesn’t count. If I’m here all along, and ask you to do it, it doesn’t count either, right?”
Orlando scowled at him. “You just want to watch.”
“Of course I want to watch, baby. You know how gorgeous you are when you suck cock.” He traced his finger over Orlando’s pouting lower lip.
“I meant you want to watch Eric fuck Sean.”
“Whoa!” Sean said. “Nobody is fucking anybody until I see a king-sized cock!”
Eric unzipped his jeans and pulled out his half-hard cock.
Sean’s jaw dropped.
Brad’ made a vaguely alarmed noise.
Orlando squirmed out of Brad’s arms. “I’ll fluff!” he volunteered enthusiastically.
“Jesus, Orlando, you think you can fit that in your mouth?” Brad asked.
“Oh, I don’t think Eric will pose too much of a problem for young Orlando.” Sean pulled his almost-as-substantial cock out of his trousers. “He’s had plenty of practice.”
“Jesus fuck, were you two raised on growth hormones or something?” Brad yelped.
Orlando laughed and swallowed a the same time, which produced a muffled grunt. Eric hissed and grabbed Orlando’s hair.
Sean calmly stroked his own cock and watched. “Ooh, that thing he does with his tongue… that one. Good, hey?”
Eric groaned.
“Lube,” Brad barked. “I need lube!”
A silver label flashed in the air and Eric tossed him a bottle from beside the bed. Brad yanked down Orlando’s pants and slicked his fingers.
“Very compact,” Eric managed to observe, right before Orlando deepthroated him and he lost the ability to speak for a little while.
“Easy there,” Brad said, running his fingers up and down the crack of Orlando’s ass. “Don’t set him off too soon. He still has to get that thing into Sean. If he can cram that thing into Sean.”
“No worries. I’m very accommodating when properly motivated,” Sean assured him as he watched Orlando’s mouth intently.
Eric pulled away suddenly. “Enough.”
Sean nudged him out of the way. “Back up, Lando.”
Orlando backed up until Brad had to stand on the other side of the bed. Luckily for Brad, he was at the perfect height.
“Let me… before…” Brad slid two fingers inside and Orlando let out a moan.
“He loves that first entry,” Sean said.
Brad glared at him and pulled his fingers out. “No. He loves this first entry.” He plunged his cock inside, and Orlando’s hands scrabbled at the blankets. “Ahhhh, fucking tight.”
“Chin up, luv,” Sean urged Orlando.
“Hey!” Brad protested.
“Oh, come on,” Eric said. “He’s had him before. Besides, I want Sean nice and ready for me.” He was coating four fingers with lube. “Blowjob from Orlando ought to loosen him up a bit for me.”
There was no way on earth Sean was going to admit that he could take Eric without any prep at all, not when a blowjob from Orlando was at stake. He got on the bed and positioned himself in front of his ex.
Orlando’s mouth was familiar with the task. Sean’s cock was familiar with the sensations. But watching Brad Pitt, who had dropped all his clothes and was fucking gleaming from head to toe, thick muscles and tanned skin and long hair flowing… that added enough make Sean worry about blowing his load too soon. Orlando sensed that, and kept his sucking gentle, his rhythm erratic. Enough to arouse, not to satisfy.
Eric’s fingers were steady and sure. Sure enough to go immediately for Sean’s prostate, elicit a string of filthy words even Orlando had never heard before from Sean, and to cause Sean to spread his legs obscenely, which forced Orlando’s head down and his ass up in the air. Brad gasped from the change in angle and altered his strokes to adapt.
Eric watched all this and learned. Flexibility. That was the key to successful group sex. Or so he’d heard. He wasn’t all that experienced at it, but he was more than willing to give it a go. He twisted his fingers and watched Sean reach for Brad. The two of them could just barely keep balance and lean over Orlando. Violent kissing. Eric was loving this more and more all the time. Orlando was close to being crushed, though.
Brad came up for air, and Sean swore. “Fuck, he kisses like a lamprey.”
Orlando pulled his mouth off Sean’s cock and gasped for air. “You should feel what he can do to your cock!” he enthused.
Sean shoved Orlando’s head down on the bed. “I think I’ll do that.” He grabbed Brad’s shoulders and pulled him down.
"Ahhh," was all Sean could say.
Orlando's voice was muffled by the mattress. "I'm told he gives great face, too."
Brad mumbled something around Sean's cock that sounded like "Geena Davis".
Ah, so that was the secret to a successful Hollywood career, Eric noted.
It was also time for Eric to proceed. Once Sean was thoroughly distracted by Brad’s manic sucking, Eric grabbed his shaft and rubbed the head across Sean’s hole.
“For fuck’s sake, Eric!” Sean yelped, “Just fuck me already.”
Hmm. Good multi-tasker. Eric liked that. He had to hunch down a bit and aim upwards. Sean took him inside in one stroke and with a low wail. Eric grit his teeth and held onto Sean’s hips. Fuck, he was hot inside.
Eric tried to ignore everything else – Sean’s hands reaching back to grab his hips, the firmness of Sean’s buns, the obscene slurping sounds Brad was making, the anguished moans Brad was making Sean make, the way Brad’s lats kept tensing and spreading. He kept his mind on his cock, and the way Sean was squeezing him. Kept fucking and kept himself from coming.
Until he noticed Orlando’s hair.
Sean had shoved Orlando flat on the bed. Except for his ass, which was up in the air so Brad could keep pumping into it while he sucked Sean’s cock. And Sean had his legs spread, so Orlando’s head was between Sean’s thighs. But then, as Brad kept fucking harder and harder, and Sean tried to fuck Brad’s mouth while Eric was fucking Sean’s ass, Orlando’s head had somehow… he was stretched out on the bed, long and lean. So long and lean. And his hair, that fucking beautiful curly soft hair, was tickling the inside of Eric’s thighs.
Orlando turned his head and soft lips attached to the sensitive skin and started to suck.
Eric’s weakest point.
Not his belly. Not under his arms. Not behind his knees. Not that spot between his balls and his ass that feels so good when it’s licked.
No. Eric’s weakest point was his inner thigh. Mid-point. And somehow Orlando had managed to zero in on it with an accuracy that stunned and enflamed in equal parts.
Eric howled and came inside Sean.
Orlando retreated, taking advantage of the distraction of Eric’s bursts of grunting to actually rise up off the bed, dislodging Brad’s mouth from Sean’s cock. He planted his lips around Sean just in time to catch the first spurt. Brad dug his fingers into Orlando’s hips and fucked hard and fast.
Eric couldn’t pull out of Sean, since Sean was convulsing around him and holding him quite securely, but he couldn’t stand either. He stuck out one arm to hold his weight. Oh, yeah, he thought. Drawbacks of groups sex…
Brad let out a triumphant roar worthy of Achilles and slumped over Orlando, who fell to the side, leaving Sean and Eric free to fall to the other side.
Good thing it was a king-sized bed.
“Oh my god,” Eric said, somewhat superfluously.
Orlando laughed. “No kidding. He can’t come when he’s sucking. I thought he was going to fuck me all night long.”
“But you like it when I fuck you all night long,” Brad said.
“I’ve missed your mouth,” Sean said to Orlando, still in a post-coital haze, unable to keep from saying what he really thought. “I wish I could be your man for this movie too.”
Brad put his arm around Orlando. “Back off, Bean. He’s mine.”
Eric pulled back, enough to make Sean sigh. It would take a while to get out of this one. “You’ve got one hell of an arse, Bean.”
“And you’ve got one hell of a cock.”
“Mmm, yes he does,” Orlando sighed.
Brad looked at Orlando, and then at the other two men. He wasn’t sure he wanted to share Orlando too often, but he sure would like to get into Eric’s ass. It was a real beauty. “Maybe… maybe you could have two men for this movie. Not fair that you do two movies with Eric and he doesn’t get to be your man for even one of them.”
Sean half sat up, which wrenched painfully on Eric’s still half-embedded cock.
“Hey, relax,” Eric said, and stroked Sean’s side. “We’ll include you.”
“Yeah,” Orlando offered. “I’ve already had you, so you don’t count in the tally.”
“Only in the fucking,” Eric said, nuzzling Sean’s neck.
Sean lay down again. “Okay,” he agreed. “But I only bottom for Eric. And this,” he said, lifting his still fairly large cock off his thigh, “goes into you next.” He pointed at Brad.
Brad considered it for a moment. Until Orlando snuggled back into him. “Ooh, yes. Eric fucks Bean and Bean fucks you and you fuck me.”
Hmmmmm. Brad had never been fucked while fucking someone else.
At least not yet.
Damn good thing the bed was king-sized.
The End
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