London Bar Chat: October 7th, 2005
[players only. This has been edited down for Hugh and Ioan's interactions. Complete bar chat can be found here. Long story short: Hugh and Ioan talk with paul__bettany and bj_armstrong, Ioan gets a lesson in bartending from jonny, and Hugh gets a blowjob from nikolaj after teasing him with rufuspup. Ioan and Hugh go off with Nikolaj.]




Hugh: *is sitting at the bar, Ioan next to him*

Paul: *strides in, suited and booted, settles on a stool at the bar and orders cognac, nodding to Hugh when he spots him*

Billie Joe: *opts to come down to the pub this time, in search of the perfect pint, slipping in through the door and making a beeline for the counter*

Hugh: *nods back to Paul*

Billie Joe: *glances idly down the bar, eyes falling on a familiar tall figure, and he straightens up, grinning* *thanks the bartender and sips, continuing to watch Paul*

Hugh: *to Paul* How was Sarlat?

Paul: *broad smile* Enlightening. The new intake is rather a good one this time. How was the boy-hunting?

Hugh: It hasn't occurred yet. Was there anyone especially promising?

Paul: Mmm, yes, one in particular. Beautiful green eyes and a mouth like sin.

Hugh: *licks his lips* He sounds delicious.

Paul: Third week of training. Perfect posture. Very obedient, but with a hint of a rebellious streak. *sly smile* And yes, he was. I've already optioned him.

Hugh: Delicious. Care to give me details?

Paul: Well... *eyes his glass* Louis tells me the boy is a natural. Isn't that detail enough?

Hugh: Mm. Yes, it is. Does the natural have a name?

Paul: *vaguely reluctant to share - surely not jealous already, Bettany?* Russell. His name is Russell.

Hugh: Russell. I'll remember that.

Paul: *gives him a sharp look, then consciously relaxes, looking around the room*

Hugh: *chuckles at the look, then takes Ioan's hand and puts it on his cock*

Ioan: *is not surprised at all* *starts stroking Hugh's cock*

Paul: *glances at Hugh's boy* Good to see he's still with you. How long is it now?

Billie Joe: *staying where he is, just watching the people interact, enjoying being alone for a moment*

Hugh: Nine years.

Paul: *smiles* Odd how we hold onto the special ones, isn't it? I've had my own houseboy for eight years now. You remember him, don't you? I seem to recall he hung around and gazed at you a lot. *amused*

Hugh: Yes, I remember him. *smiles* He was something very special.

Paul: *pleased smile* Yes, he is, rather, and he was quite taken with you.

Hugh: I was quite taken with him. Has he been using his membership?

Rufus: Rufus strolls into the bar, wearing tailored black trousers and an ivory raw silk shirt. He skirts the crowd and goes to the end of the bar to order a glass of merlot.

Paul: Alas, no. *sighs* I keep trying to persuade him to accompany me here, but he would rather stay at home and... offer his services there.

Hugh: *grins* Are you complaining, Paul?

Paul: Not at all. *grins, looking around again* Oh my... *has spotted Billie* Dear god, please excuse me a moment, Hugh. *gets to his feet*

Hugh: Go right ahead. *watches him*

Billie Joe: *grin widens as Paul gets up, turning a little on his seat as he drinks at his beer, watching the other man come over* Hey. didn't want to interrupt you.

Paul: Hey yourself. *bends to kiss him* How was California?

Billie Joe: *tilts his face up, kissing back happily* Hot. Busy. Nice to be home though. *Grinning* Didn't expect to see you here without your newspaper.

Ioan: *softly* Should I keep stroking you, master?

Paul: Oh shush. *hand tightens on Billie's shoulder* Thought I would come in where it's rather more lively tonight.

Billie Joe: *pretends to be shocked, even as his eyes dance, and eyes Paul meaningfully* Looking for something in particular? *had actually come here to find someone new but if Paul's around, that's not something he'd turn down, by any means*

Hugh: Until I tell you to stop.

Paul: Not really. I was talking with Hugh last week, and thought he might be here again. We were discussing hunting boys, actually.

Billie Joe: Hunting boys? *eyebrows raise* That's a new one. And Hugh is.. *looks back over at the man Paul was talking to, recognizing Hugh after a second* Oh.

Paul: Why don't you come over and meet him, hm?

Billie Joe: I'd be happy to. *finishes off the rest of his pint and sets the glass on the counter, sliding off his barstool with a smile*

Jonny: *comes into the back of the bar and sets down the crate he's carrying* 'kay, Chad, that should get us through the night. *pulls out bottles, looks over crowd* Got a bit busy since I popped out. *notices a few regulars, some new faces* I've got a few more hours to kill. Gonna hang 'round here. *puts up the Godiva liqueur and peach schnapps*

Hugh: *takes a sip of his martini and moves Ioan's hand away*

Paul: *slips an arm around Billie's waist, guiding him back over to Hugh, dragging over a new bar stool for Billie to perch on*

Paul: Hugh, this is Billie Joe Armstrong. Billie, well... this is Hugh Grant. As if you hadn't already realised, Mr Wide Eyes.

Hugh: *looks up, smiles* Hello, Billie Joe. Please sit down.

Hugh: *thinks: so this must be the painted whore*

Hugh: This is my partner, Ioan Gruffudd.

Billie Joe: Pleasure to meet you. *smiles at first Hugh, then Ioan, sticking out a hand to shake as he sits down*

Hugh: *shakes his hand*

Ioan: *starts grinning really wide*

Billie Joe: Paul was telling me you guys were discussing hunting boys...? *eyebrows go up again, along with a wicked grin, and Billie leans over the bar again quickly,

Hugh: Yes, we were. Last week. Are you interested?

Billie Joe: trying to get the bartender's attention for another drink, eyes still mostly on Hugh*

Billie Joe: In being one of the hunted? Dunno if I'd be around long enough but I'd like to hear more at least. *grins and politely orders another pint*

Jonny: *nods at Billie Joe* I'll get him, Chad. *moves over* What you drinking?

Paul: Apparently, Hugh is to wear nothing but leather trousers and I'm to be in old jeans, a scruffy t-shirt and riding boots. Does that make a difference?

Hugh: I think it should. And the boys will be naked.

Billie Joe: *Turns to Paul with a HUGE shit-eating grin* I get to see you in jeans? Old jeans? Hell yes it makes a difference.

Stuart: Not true. He's supposed to be in leather trousers and a poet's shirt.

Hugh: Of course. How could I have forgotten about that?

Paul: Well now, I would have thought it would be the riding boots that appealed more than the jeans, my boy. *chuckles*

Billie Joe: *glances at Stuart, catching sight of the wristband, and laughs* *to Paul* Well of course. But seeing you in jeans has to be a once-a-century occurrence.

Hugh: A century? Try once in a lifetime.

Stuart: *grins, tipping his head in a quick bow to the three*

Paul: *arches an eyebrow* Just how long do you consider a lifetime, Mr Grant?

Hugh: Yours or mine?

Paul: Whichever is the least decadent, perhaps?

Hugh: Probably.

Ioan: *to Jonny* Hi.

Jonny: *gets Billie Joe a new beer and turns when he hears Ioan's voice* Hi, you. Long time since the master let you come with.

Ioan: He's been in the mood for Friday night flings lately. *shrugs* He's won't shut up about the martini you made for him last week. What was in it?

Billie Joe: *snorts* *to Jonny* Thanks, man. *turns back to High and Paul, curious as to how well they know each other but now about to pry* *sips at his beer* Naked, huh?

Hugh: *nods* Yes, naked. The only way for boys to be.

Paul: With eyeliner, of course. *nods to Billie, smiling*

Billie Joe: So what would this hunt consist of? Because I'm not about to let people shoot me in the ass with tranquilizers or anything. *leaning against the bar, eyes flickering from Paul to Hugh and back again*

Hugh: Whips and floggers.

Stuart: *finally settles at the bar, sitting gingerly*

Paul: *glances at Stuart* Good night?

Stuart: *smiles slowly* Good week, Sir.

Paul: Glad to hear it. I've still got that raincheck on your services, haven't I?

Stuart: Absolutely, Sir. Whenever you'd like to cash that in.

Billie Joe: That I could get behind. *arches a dark eyebrow at Hugh* When is this Hunt? *wondering what Tre would think*

Paul: Well, I was planning to tonight, if you had some spare time, but I'm going to be occupied later now. *tightens his arm a little around Billie's waist*

Hugh: We haven't decided on a date yet.

Hugh: Do you have any dates when you'd like it to be?

Billie Joe: *catches his breath and turns to look at Paul again, eyes darkening happily* *turning back to Hugh* Not really. I'd just need enough warning.

Stuart: *chuckles, eyeing Billie a moment* Sure you wouldn't like a little extra company, Sir?

Paul: *another glance at Billie* Not tonight, no. Thank you all the same. *leans closer to Stuart* I've not seen him for a couple of weeks.

Stuart: Ooooooh. *nods, grinning* Then yes, it should definitely just be the two of you.

Billie Joe: *doesn't bother to try not looking smug* *smiles at Stuart* Some other time.

Paul: *frowns as his trouser pocket vibrates, then digs his hand in, tugging out his phone*

Stuart: I'm quite willing to wait, Sir. *winks at Billie*

Jonny: *to Ioan* It's a bastardized Bellini. Not a real one, 'cause I didn't have the peach puree. Easy enough to make, though.

Billie Joe: *blatantly checks out Stuart, even though his evening is promised to Paul, because the man is gorgeous*

Ioan: Bellini. Okay. What did you put in?

Paul: *laughs as he reads the text message* I don't believe that boy. *flips his phone shut and stuffs it back into his pocket*

Hugh: What was it, may I ask?

Stuart: *turns to lean back against the bar, giving a little hiss and stretching out for Billie*

Paul: My houseboy. He's brought me some fresh clothes because he says I've been here for two weeks. Hasn't he heard of dry cleaners?

Hugh: Nikolaj? I don't think he trusts them.

Paul: Well no, I don't suppose he would. He's up in my room now. I told him to get his arse down here and be sociable.

Billie Joe: *exhales appreciatively, clearly undressing Stuart's clothes with his eyes, but turns back to Paul after a moment, feeling suddenly a bit needy* So I get to meet him?

Hugh: Will he listen?

Jonny: Vodka, peach nectar, peach Schnapps and a lemon peel. Got a minute free, I'll show you.

Stuart: *chuckles, easing away from the bar, reaching to snag his water bottle so he can continue his roaming*

Ioan: *stands up* Please.

Paul: *pointed look at Hugh* I sent the text as an order. He'll listen. *turns to Billie* Well, he has a small room next to mine for when he's here in his official capacity, so yes, you will at some point.

Hugh: Good boy.

Jonny: Okay, come 'round here. *turns and retrieves the necessary items, including one of the beveled martini glasses*

Ioan: *comes around, watches*

Billie Joe: Mmm. *smiles, small hand flattening against Paul's chest, content to lean against Paul for now* *tilts his face up, licking his lips* *softly* Speaking of your room, are you waiting down here for something, or could I persuade you to leave in a little?

Paul: I can leave now, if you want? *nuzzles at Billie's ear, whispering* You want that?

Jonny: *pours in one shot each of nectar and Schnapps, then two shots of vodka, dumps in ice and shakes, straining into glass, finishing off with lemon twist*

Ioan: *watches intently*

Billie Joe: *shivers happily, turning his hips into Paul, biting his lip* Yes, sir, please. *stomach tightens in anticipation*

Jonny: *slides glass in front of Ioan* Taste it.

Ioan: *sips* *smiles* Delicious.

Jonny: See. Simple. You can do it.

Paul: Come along, then. *aloud, to Hugh* Would you excuse us? I'm so sorry to run out on you yet again, but... *gestures to Billie; he's explanation enough, surely?*

Hugh: *smiles* Go right ahead. *would love details, but he knows Paul'll never give them to him*

Ioan: Yes, I can. *grins* Thanks, Jonny.

Paul: Thank you. I'll call, I promise. *gets to his feet, tugging Billie around the waist* Come along. Time we got re-acquainted, boy.

Billie Joe: *positively purring, moving eagerly with the other man* Yes, sir.

Jonny: Anytime, Ioan. *nudges Ioan's shoulder* I give private lessons if you want to really impress the high and mighty one with a bit of flair.

Paul: *walks out, arm around Billie, already kissing the boy's neck, one hand sliding down to that pert arse, teasing himself for what he's about to have*

Ioan: Oh, I'd like that.

Hugh: *watches Paul walk out with Billie*

Jonny: Just need to coordinate those schedules. You can ring me most anytime on the mobile.

Ioan: I will. Do you have my number?

Jonny: *pulls mobile from back pocket* Here, program yourself.

Ioan: *grins* That's an awful a lot of trust, Jonny. *puts his number in*

Jonny: Like you need any of my contacts. Seriously, Ioan

Ioan: *laughs* It helps to keep up with who's subbing for you these days.

Nikolaj: *feeling under-dressed and having passed his Lord and the Lord's latest... boy on the stairs, hovers in the doorway*

Jonny: You're not. Or haven't in awhile. *grins* Mostly it's the same crowd. Couple new guys this week though and I've got this date tonight.

Hugh: *notices Nikolaj and grins wide* *waves ;him over*

Ioan: Wow, a date. Do I know him?

Nikolaj: *bites his lip* Wow. *nods, looking rather overwhelmed, and goes over to Hugh* Sir.

Hugh: Hello, Nikolaj. You just missed Paul.

Jonny: *makes a raspberry martini and passes it over to Chad for someone down the bar* Not unless you're hanging out in law offices.

Nikolaj: I saw him on the stairs, actually. With someone.

Ioan: I don't make a habit of it, no.

Hugh: Billie Joe Armstrong. From the make up, i think he's a rockstar.

Nikolaj: Ah. *looks around, shifting closer to the bar* Oh! *spots Rufus* Hello, Mr Sewell. *smiles*

Jonny: Law clerk. Letting him spend the weekend, see how we click. *nods at martini* You going to finish that?

Ioan: Well, it's either I drink it, or I make master happy and give it to him. What do you think?

Jonny: The dom in me says give it to Mr. Suave, but what the hell. Drink it. I'll make him a new one.

Ioan: All right. I'll blame it on you. *drinks*

Jonny: *laughs* Oh, yeah, bartender's always to blame.

Rufus: *smiles* Nikolaj, I didn't know you were in town. It's nice to see you

Ioan: That's the spirit. *hands Jonny his phone back* A law clerk? He's not a member, then?

Rufus: Are you drinking? Can I get you something?

Nikolaj: A beer would be nice, thank you, sir.

Jonny: *tucks phone back into pocket* No. I checked with membership.

Ioan: Are you thinking of pulling him in?

Jonny: Hell, I'm not even sure I'm keeping him longer than 48 hours. I'll tell you Monday.

Ioan: Weekend scene?

Rufus: *orders and then thinks 'what the hell' and hugs Nikolaj* You let Paul keep you locked away in the country too much

Nikolaj: *returns the hug, loosening up a little and smiling* I'm happy where I am, sir. I just came here to being my Lord some fresh clothes. He's been in London for two weeks now.

Jonny: *leans against bar* Scene. Audition. Just gonna see how it works out. I don't go into anything expecting a relationship.

Ioan: Is he very vanilla?

Rufus: Here you are. *hands over the pint* You do know that they have a laundry service here? and shops?

Nikolaj: Of course, but I'm sure they don't know how my Lord likes his shirts pressed just so. *sips his beer, perching on a stool* Thank you.

Jonny: Vanilla. *laughs* Don't think he knows that flavour. Struck me right off as wanting to be on his knees, crawling over glass.

Ioan: Wow. He sounds... *grins* Nope. Still not wishing I were a dominant.

Rufus: You're too good for him, Nikolaj. *smiles* One day I'll try to lure you away.

Rufus: And the day you leave him hell will freeze over. I know. *pats his knee*

Nikolaj: *laughs* Not a hope, I'm afraid, sir. *looks contrite* That's not to say you're not the kind of man I could serve, because you are, but... *subsides, looking around*

Jonny: Oh, c'mon, Ioan, come over to the dark side. The initiation's fun in itself.

Hugh: He's just overly loyal. *smiles*

Ioan: *shakes his head* No. If I do, master won't spank me anymore.

Jonny: Oh, yes, there is that. Wouldn't want to give up spanking.

Ioan: Or the beatings. Can't forget those.

Rufus: It's all right. I understand. Paul's a lucky man. *sips and looks at Nikolaj* How did he make you come down to the bar?

Jonny: Beatings are fun. Especially when the boy's dangling from the rafters, toes barely touching the floor.

Nikolaj: *glances at Hugh and smiles, then turns back to Rufus* When my Lord orders me to do something, I do it., sir.

Ioan: *shivers*

Rufus: *Looks at Hugh and grins then back at Nikolaj* I don't suppose I can get you to call me Rufus? *he never has before but Rufus is always hopeful*

Nikolaj: *looks a bit stricken* My Lord always told me never to address people with over-familiarity, sir.

Hugh: *covers his laugh with his napkin*

Rufus: *shakes his head* One day, I'll find a way to persuade you. *looks thoughtful* What do you think it would take?

Hugh: *finishes his martini*

Nikolaj: *a flicker of a grin; the man beneath the obedient houseboy* An order from my Lord, sir. That would be the only thing.

Rufus: Hmm. It'll be easier to get Hampshire to change his mind I suspect. *strokes a finger very lightly down Nikolaj's cheek* You're a good boy. *and it's not often Rufus uses that word*

Nikolaj: *heart starts hammering* Thank you, sir. *eyes go down*

Rufus: *Leans closer and murmurs* Has Paul given you any instructions about me?

Nikolaj: *softly* My Lord doesn't give instructions, sir. I may play with who I please, as long as they don't harm me. *looks up* But I would give special attention to my Lord's friends.

Rufus: How delightful. *hopes the low lighting covers the faint blush* Let's find somewhere more comfortable to sit.

Nikolaj: *glances at Hugh again, then smiles and follows Rufus*

Rufus: *goes to one of the big lounge chairs and takes a seat, there's a second not far away but...* Will you join me? *he hold out his hand*

Rufus: *smiles at Hugh* There's room for one more if you'd like?

Nikolaj: Join you, sir? *grins* On your lap? I'm a bit too big, surely? *but then, I sit on my Lord's lap sometimes, so...* Okay then. *smiles*

Hugh: Sure. *stands up and takes a seat in a lounge chair*

Rufus: You're the perfect size. *winds an arm around his waist as he settles and turns to Hugh* Those bar stools would test a masochist.

Hugh: And they often do.

Rufus: *laughs* How true. I prefer my comforts. *strokes Nikolaj's back*

Nikolaj: *arranges himself on Rufus' lap, sidesaddle, and somewhat demure*

Hugh: And a very pretty comfort you have right there.

Rufus: Yes. The prettiest house boy in the realm. trust Paul to have found him.

Hugh: Well, I happen to think mine's better, but I'm biased.

Nikolaj: *looks down, mumbling* You're too kind, sir.

Hugh: You're very beautiful, Nikolaj.

Jonny: *pushes sleeve up, glances at watch*

Ioan: *glances also* The clerk waiting?

Rufus: Oh? I didn't know you had a houseboy? You're a dark horse, Hugh.

Hugh: *grins* He's standing right over there with the bartender. He doubles as my partner.

Nikolaj: *steals a glance and thinks Mr Grant's houseboy is very cute indeed*

Rufus: *twists to look* Well, if partner's count... oh wait, I don't have one of those either. *grins*

Hugh: They're very handy.

Jonny: Hope not. He's not supposed to show up till midnight. Cam and Simon are cleaning the loft so I'm staying clear till about 10.

Rufus: But he is lovely. *smiles at Nikolaj* We have so many beautiful boys tonight.

Ioan: *nods* *does a double take when he sees Hugh isn't at the bar anymore*

Jonny: *notices Ioan's movement* Lose someone?

Ioan: My master moved over.

Jonny: *looks around room, spots Hugh* Ah, chatting up some new conquest?

Ioan: Looks like Mr. Bettany's boy, and someone I don't recognize.

Rufus: *slides his fingers just under Nikolaj's shirt and strokes the warm skin as he says to Hugh* Paul tells me you're organizing a Boy Hunt.

Hugh: Paul tends to take me too seriously, but, yes, I think this boy hunt might actually happen.

Rufus: I think I'd like to see that. Though it does sound very... energetic.

Nikolaj: *ears prick up, listening quietly, enjoying that hand on his skin*

Hugh: Nothing wrong with a bit of exercise. *smiles*

Rufus: Depends what sort. *slides his hand till the palm is flat on his back*

Hugh: Chasing boys and beating them when we catch them.

Nikolaj: *presses a little closer*

Jonny: Hmm, not sure I've been properly introduced to that one.

Rufus: Ah, there's other things I'd rather do after I catch them But to each his own. *grins* Not that I'm averse to a nice flogger. *snugs Nikolaj a little closer*

Ioan: *finishes off the drink* He's some friend of master's, I think.

Nikolaj: *looks at Hugh over his shoulder, with a shy smile*

Hugh: I'm waiting for Paul for dictate the rules. *smiles back at Nikolaj* Your boss is very good at planning.

Rufus: He is that. *mutters* Amongst other things

Nikolaj: My Lord is very meticulous, sir.

Hugh: Ah, diplomatic.

Nikolaj: *blushes and mumbles* He's very thorough, too.

Rufus: The perfect employee. *scrapes his nails lightly over Nikolaj's back* even if you weren't gorgeous.

Nikolaj: *shivers* Thank you, sir. *trying to stay still and not squirm*

Rufus: Extremely thorough. *smiles* he gives us all something to aspire to. *wry grin to Hugh*

Hugh: *grins back* Yes. Like watching this delectable boy clean the pool..

Nikolaj: *can feel himself going hot*

Rufus: I think it's time Paul had a house party. That's what those enormous piles in the country are for, after all.

Hugh: Yes, it's about time. Perhaps I could convince him to have the hunt there.

Nikolaj: *terribly distracted by now* The... the hunt, sir? Did you mean the horses and hounds? They sometimes do take off from the Hall, you know.

Hugh: No, dear boy. *smiles at him* Paul and I have been discussing hunting submissives.

Rufus: *moves his hand to Nikolaj's cheek* a much more interesting hunt, pet.

Nikolaj: *flustered and not used to this much attention* Oh. *it's very soft, rather lost*

Hugh: *reaches out and strokes Nikolaj's cheek*

Nikolaj: *parts his lips. After all, if they're slightly open, he'll have to stifle the moan, right?*

Hugh: *sits up entirely and kisses Nikolaj gently*

Rufus: Shhh. We'll look after you.

Nikolaj: *leans instinctively into that kiss, eyelids fluttering closed*

Hugh: *nibbles on Nikolaj's bottom lip*

Rufus: *Takes Nikolaj's hand and nibbles at the fingertips*

Nikolaj: *utters a soft sound, twisting a little, torn between them both, unsure who to turn to first*

Hugh: *murmurs* Very good boy. *kisses him again*

Rufus: *sucks each finger into his mouth in turn*

Jonny: *to Ioan* They seem to having a good time.

Ioan: *looks also* Yes, they do. *sighs* Well, I'm not going to be getting fucked tonight.

Rufus: *slides his other hand up the inside of Nikolaj's thigh, stopping just short* Sweet pet.

Nikolaj: *bewildered by sensation, moans softly* Please, sirs.

Hugh: *kisses Nikolaj's cheek* Forget about Paul. Let us take care of you.

Rufus: Just relax, sweetheart. *nuzzles under Nikolaj's ear*

Jonny: *wraps his arm around Ioan's shoulder* Poor boy. Have to work it on your own.

Nikolaj: *whimpers; it's hard, so hard to forget about his Lord, but he tries*

Hugh: *takes Nikolaj's other ear and starts nibbling on the lobe*

Ioan: Yeah. *smiles ruefully* And without permission, too.

Rufus: *Twines his fingers in Nikolaj's hair and tilts his head so Hugh has more neck to work on*

Hugh: *starts sucking and nibbling*

Rufus: *slips his hand back under the shirt and works his way up Nikolaj's spine* *His other hand reaches Nikolaj's cock and just nudges gently*

Jonny: Oooh, should I tempt you? *slides his hand down to Ioan's butt, pats it*

Nikolaj: *shudders and arches into that too-brief touch*

Ioan: Jonny... *pauses* Fuck it. The punishment chair's back from the upholster on monday.

Hugh: *brushes his lips across Nikolaj's collar bone*

Rufus: *lays his hand completely over the cock and just lightly squeezes, licks at Nikolaj's lips*

Jonny: Is that a yes?

Ioan: That's a I can always scream across the room if I get too desperate, and he can't punish me until Monday.

Nikolaj: *somehow everything else in the room has vanished, except for these two sirs*

Hugh: *reaches under and strokes Nikolaj's nipples*

Rufus: *purrs as Nikolaj squirms in his lap* Such a pretty pet. *kissing him sweetly*

Jonny: *pops Ioan's butt harder*

Nikolaj: *stretches out as best he can, rather wishing that sirs had chosen a couch to sit on, instead of two chairs together*

Ioan: Mmm.

Hugh: *pushes Nikolaj's shirt up and starts licking down his chest*

Jonny: You want more than that?

Rufus: *Puts his arm around Nikolaj and turns him so he's leaning back against his chest and facing Hugh*

Ioan: Yes, please.

Rufus: *sinks a little lower in the chair so Nikolaj is almost lying on him and nips at his neck*

Hugh: *starts working Nikolaj's pants down*

Jonny: *pops again, even harder* Spank you till you come? Something like that?

Ioan: Spank me 'til I scream. No marks, though. Master'd really kill me.

Nikolaj: *hoarse groan* Oh god. *Okay, so my Lord was right. This is a good place to be on a Friday night*

Rufus: *runs his hands around Nikolaj's waist and down his belly to his thighs*

Hugh: *blows lightly against Nikolaj's cock*

Jonny: Okay, we can do that. Hands on bar, though, brace a bit.

Ioan: Yes, sir. *is too diplomatic to mention that he doesn't want anyone else's marks on him*

Rufus: Look at me, pet. *takes Nikolaj's mouth and starts seriously kissing him.*

Nikolaj: *twists his neck until he can submit properly to those kisses, unable to prevent himself from squirming now*

Hugh: *while Nikolaj is distracted, starts licking his cock*

Nikolaj: *inhales sharply, both hands reaching up and back, trying to hold onto Mr Sewell*

Hugh: *smiles* That's it, lad.

Rufus: *Moans into Nikolaj's mouth and takes possession of it, hands roaming over his chest*

Jonny: Spanking through fabric's not as much fun as on bare butt, but it works, especially if you don't want marks. *keeps popping, palm flat, connecting hard on every blow*

Ioan: I know, sir. *enjoys the spanking*

Nikolaj: *Oh my god, I need to listen to my Lord more often!*

Hugh: *gives Nikolaj's cock one last lick, then starts moving lower, nibbling on his thighs*

Jonny: Sick fuck, you know. *brings hand back, is distracted by Chad* *turns his head* Huh, that takes Bailey's and Godiva, and then splash in some peppermint schnapps. *turns back to Ioan, brings his hand down* Sorry 'bout that.

Rufus: *nips at Nikolaj's lips and smiles down at Hugh before getting back to the kiss*

Ioan: N-not a problem, Jonny.

Jonny: Excuse me? *pops Ioan even harder*

Nikolaj: *is having to force himself to not thrust up*

Ioan: *groans*

Hugh: *moves up slower, starts sucking Nikolaj's balls*

Jonny: What, I don't get a Sir? Shame on you, Ioan.

Ioan: Respectfully, sir, *looks over his shoulder* you gotta take up forms of address with master.

Rufus: *holds Nikolaj with one arm around his waist, the other moves down to pet his cock*

Nikolaj: *isn't even being allowed to speak or moan, what with that kiss; it's exquisite torture, the finest form of restraint*

Jonny: Oh, don't fret it. *swats Ioan hard enough to move him forward an inch*

Ioan: *yelps*

Jonny: I like that sound. One more. *swats again, same place and strength*

Ioan: *yelps louder*

Jonny: That's quite a scream, is it? *spanks very hard, very quickly, through about a dozen reps*

Ioan: *screams*

Hugh: *looks up* *rolls eyes*

Rufus: *hips press up against Nikolaj and his head falls back on the chair.* Such a sweet mouth.

Hugh: Such a sweet boy.

Nikolaj: *gasps for air now that his mouth is free* I... I try, sirs.

Jonny: *laughs, straightens up* Good show, Ioan.

Hugh: *moves up and kisses Nikolaj quickly* *smiles* Now, how about a blowjob?

Ioan: Thank you, sir.

Jonny: Want another drink before I ditch?

Ioan: Please.

Jonny: Same thing?

Ioan: And one for master.

Rufus: What an excellent idea? After you? *grins at Hugh and strokes Nikolaj's hair, watching him closely*

Nikolaj: Oh god, yes sir. Please. My Lord says I... *hesitates* I have a good mouth.

Jonny: Gotcha. *turns back and ices two glasses before mixing up the Bellinis*

Hugh: You do have a good mouth.

Rufus: A delicious mouth. *taking one last kiss* On your knees, pet.

Nikolaj: *slides down from Mr Sewell's lap, until he's kneeling on the floor, disheveled and eager*

Hugh: *unbuttons his pants*

Rufus: That's beautiful.

Hugh: He's a gorgeous boy

Rufus: Exquisite

Hugh: Paul's a lucky man.

Nikolaj: *looks up, first at Mr Grant, then at Mr Sewell* Both of you, sirs?

Hugh: Him first.

Nikolaj: *smiles and nods, leaning closer to Mr Sewell, nuzzling the front of his trousers*

Rufus: *smiles his thanks and strokes Nikolaj's hair* let me *He opens his trousers*

Hugh: *pulls his cock out of his pants and starts stroking it*

Rufus: Oh... yes. *His hips jerk forward at the warm touch*

Nikolaj: *nuzzles at Mr Sewell's hand, so eager that he can't wait*

Rufus: That's it, pet.

Nikolaj: *moans as he finally gets his mouth on sir's cock, sliding his lips down the length of it to the root, then back up again before he sucks at the very tip, eyes sliding shut*

Rufus: *purrs. It is as hot and sweet as Nikolaj's kisses.* Such a lovely mouth. *after having him squirming on his lap, Rufus is almost ready to come. He strokes Nikolaj's hair and moans*

Nikolaj: *takes a breath and moves forward. His Lord loves his mouth; hopefully sir will love it too, as he sucks firmly*

Rufus: *He'd like to draw this out but his body has other ideas. With a gasp and a low wail Rufus comes, his hand tugging Nikolaj's hair.*

Hugh: *enjoys the show*

Nikolaj: *pulled so close, has no option but to swallow, and does so, eagerly, knowing he's got another one yet to come - literally*

Rufus: *Rufus sighs and gently strokes Nikolaj's cheek* Thank you, pet. *he bends to kiss Nikolaj*

Nikolaj: *arches up into the kiss, in a high kneel, reluctant to relinquish sir's mouth*

Rufus: Such a good boy. *kisses him one last time and sits back in his chair*

Nikolaj: *softly* Thank you, sir.

Hugh: Very good boy. My turn now.

Jonny: *to Ioan* You going to wait till he's finished? *sets martinis down on bar*

Rufus: *Smiles as Nikolaj turns to Hugh, sipping his wine and tucking himself back inside his clothes*

Ioan: Yeah. *shrugs* It won't need to keep for long. He doesn't last.

Jonny: *laughs* Okay, need to remember that one.

Ioan: Do me a favour and don't tell him, unless you don't want me walking for a month.

Nikolaj: *leans closer to Mr Grant now, lips parting for him*

Jonny: *grins evilly* What's in it for me to keep the secret?

Hugh: *kisses him gently*

Ioan: Um. My eternal good will?

Jonny: And major blackmail fodder.

Ioan: *winces*

Nikolaj: *moans into the kiss, still tasting Mr Sewell in his mouth*

Hugh: *tastes Rufus as well and isn't too keen on it* *breaks the kiss* Lower now, lad.

Jonny: Don't sweat it, Ioan. I'm one of the good guys. *checks watch again* Okay, I'm gonna have to go or they'll forget to scour the kitchen sink. Ring you one day 'bout the lessons.

Ioan: I know you're a good guy. *kisses him quickly* Enjoy yourself.

Jonny: *checks in with Chad one last time and ducks out the back door*

Ioan: *picks up the martinis and sits a discreet distance away from Hugh*

Nikolaj: Yes, sir. *licks his lips and sinks back onto his haunches, nuzzling a bit closer*

Hugh: Mmm. Wonderful mouth.

Rufus: *Such a lovely sight. He frowns... surely not his phone. Not now. He checks the text and sighs. No way out of that. He smiles at the delightfully tousled and swollen lipped Nikolaj.* So beautiful. *He stands.* Excuse me. Business is a bitch. *He bends to kiss Nikolaj's forehead* Thank you. *and nods to Hugh with a grin* And you. Enjoy yourselves. *Irritated, Rufus heads out of the bar*

Nikolaj: *parts his lips still further, encircling the tip of sir's cock before he slowly moves forward, tongue teasing around the slit until he's too far down to reach any more*

Hugh: *moans*

Nikolaj: *moves closer now, sucking harder, tilting his head a little for a better angle*

Hugh: *strokes his fingers through Nikolaj's hair* Lovely mouth you have on you, boy.

Nikolaj: *raises his eyes to look up at him; that's what his Lord says, too*

Hugh: You are... *groans*

Ioan: *shifts on the chair and takes a sip from the wrong martini*

Nikolaj: *keeps looking up, as sir seems to like that, taking him deeper now*

Hugh: *pulls him forward*

Nikolaj: *that reminds him of his Lord, and he moans around sir's cock*

Hugh: *whimpers*

Nikolaj: *small interrogative sound, then does it again*

Hugh: Such a good lad...

Nikolaj: *eyelids flutter and he renews his efforts, wanting a good report to go back to his Lord, if one does go back*

Hugh: *groans one last time and comes in Nikolaj's mouth*

Nikolaj: *swallows it all, never breaking that eye contact*

Hugh: Fuck... *smiles* That was brilliant. *slides his fingers down Nikolaj's cheek*

Nikolaj: *swallows again* Thank you, sir. *smiles up at him, swiping his tongue over his upper lip*

Hugh: *pulls him up for a kiss*

Nikolaj: *moans into sir's kiss, wanting to reach for him, so hard now, so desperate, but he's held back like the good boy sir said he is*

Hugh: *wraps his arms around Nikolaj and pulls him up*

Nikolaj: Thank you, sir *whispered as he leans against Mr Grant, his face flushed* I love doing that, sir.

Hugh: I could tell. *brushes his lips against Nikolaj's cheek* *reaches down and starts stroking Nikolaj's cock*

Nikolaj: *shaky* Oh god, sir. *hangs on*

Hugh: Would you like some help, Nikolaj?

Hugh: *waves Ioan over*

Ioan: *puts down the drinks and comes over*

Nikolaj: *blinks and stares, then his eyes widen; is this what he thinks it is?*

Hugh: Well,?

Nikolaj: *nods, eyeing Mr Grant's very pretty boy*

Hugh: *firmly* You have to say it, boy, to get it.

Nikolaj: *isn't exactly sure what he's being offered, apart from relief, so that's what he says* Please, sir. I... I want to come. Can your boy help me, please?

Hugh: Yes, he can. *waves for Ioan to kneel down* Do you want his mouth on you, Nikolaj?

Nikolaj: *nods, staring at Ioan, then turns his gaze back onto Mr Grant* Will you hold me, please, sir? While he does it? Please? *sir's suit reminds him so much of his Lord*

Hugh: Of course I will. *wraps his arms around Nikolaj*

Ioan: *shifts on his knees so he's closer*

Nikolaj: *whimpers, looking down at himself. You look like a slut, Nikolaj. Trousers undone and halfway to your knees, shirt pushed every which way...*

Ioan: *looks up at Hugh* May I, master?

Hugh: Yes, you may. Ready, Nikolaj?

Nikolaj: *presses his lips together and nods*

Ioan: *blows Nikolaj*

Nikolaj: *squirming in sir's arms, panting, still trying to look down and watch* Oh god. Ohgodohgod.

Hugh: *holds Nikolaj tighter, enjoying his angle view of his boy's talents*

Ioan: *winks at Nikolaj and deep throats him*

Nikolaj: *gasps* Ohgod, sir! SIR, please!

Hugh: You don't need permission.

Nikolaj: *Oh thank god! It's so maddeningly good he wants to curl up, but can't* Thank you. God, thank you. *gabbles as he comes, twisting in sir's arms*

Ioan: *swallows*

Nikolaj: *clings to sir, panting*

Hugh: *pats Nikolaj's arms*

Ioan: *pulls back, wipes his mouth on the back of his hand*

Nikolaj: *licks his lip; must be polite now* Thank you, sir, for the use of your boy, and for your kind attentions.

Hugh: You're welcome, Nikolaj. And thank you for the blowjob.

Nikolaj: *cheeky grin* My pleasure, sir. And for Mr Sewell, too. *looks around the bar* Can see a few others here I would have done it for, too. *smiles* Maybe next time, eh?

Hugh: *grins* Next time, yes. Give my bests to Paul.

Hugh: Unless you'd prefer to go home with us?

Nikolaj: *gazes at sir* Go home with... *he's offering?* Um, I would have to inform my Lord, but... yes? Please?

Hugh: I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want you to.

Nikolaj: Then yes. *firm, confident nod now* Please, sir.

Hugh: *strokes Nikolaj's neck* Thank you.

Nikolaj: *turns into sir's arms and holds on, not caring about his state of undress*

Hugh: *kisses Nikolaj's shoulders* *whispers* If you come with me, expect to be fucked. Is that a problem?

Nikolaj: *shakes his head; no, it's bloody wonderful*

Hugh: Good boy. *smiles wickedly*

Nikolaj: *nuzzles sir's neck, pressing kisses to warm skin* I should go and put a note under my Lord's door, otherwise he will expect to see me tomorrow, sir.

Hugh: *kisses Nikolaj's hair* Then go do that. I'll be down here, waiting.

Ioan: *kneels up, waiting*

Nikolaj: *one last kiss to sir's neck, and he steps back, re-fastening his trousers before he leaves, heading upstairs*

Hugh: *watches him leave, then turns back to Ioan* *quirks a grin* No, lad. I saw you with Jonny. You don't get to come.

Ioan: *grumbles under his breath, then climbs up onto the chair and curls up against Hugh's shoulder*

Nikolaj: *returns, having pushed a note under his Lord's door, his eyes scanning anxiously for Mr Grant. Spotting him, he smiles and walks over*

Hugh: *notices, nudges Ioan to his feet* Time to go, lad.

Ioan: Yes, master.

Nikolaj: *leans close to whisper to Mr Grant* My Lord is enjoying himself. *grins*

Hugh: *grins* I'm sure he is. *wraps his arm around Nikolaj's waist* Come on, let's get out of here.

Nikolaj: *leans into sir as he's led out, a blissful smile on his face*