Vivian opened two other doorways, finding both rooms empty. She paused outside the last door, turning to Sean. "Have you ever watched two men having sex?" she asked. Sean wasn't sure how to answer - say no and save her from wondering, or be honest and confirm out loud what he had been keeping to himself for so long. "Only in movies," he finally answered truthfully.

A knowing smile crossed Vivian's face. "But that isn't the way you wanted to watch," she said. Sean started to protest, defend himself, until he realized, she wasn't judging him, just pointing out something that he tried to hide, even in his darkest fantasies. With a sigh, he looked at Vivian and nodded shyly. She patted his arm, smiling.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, Sean," she said reassuringly. "I've heard everything you could possibly imagine. Now, let's see if anyone is in the other room." Vivian opened the door and looked in before stepping back, allowing Sean to enter. This room was dark as well, but there was no one in the chairs. The same couldn't be said for the window.

Two finely muscled bodies - one definitely older, the other enjoying the benefits of youth - stood behind the window. Both men wore black leather masks which covered their entire heads. Sean looked to Vivian for an explanation, which she gladly offered with a smile. "Peter and Jonathan," she said, pointing toward the window. "They've been coming to the club for a few weeks now. They're also my current favorite pair to watch."

Sean nodded absently, watching as the older man knelt down, his tongue tracing circles around the younger man's belly button. His hands gripped slender hips, holding his lover up as his mouth worked its magic. The younger man's hands fought to find something to hold onto, slipping down over the slick leather as his cock was engulfed in the other man's mouth.

Vivian glanced over at Sean, smiling broadly as she saw him staring in amazement. "Would you like to finish watching the show?" she asked, bringing him out of his stupor. Sean looked her, blushing brightly. "I told you, there's no reason to be embarrassed. This is what my club is all about, Sean - finding the one thing that gives you pleasure. Hence the name."

"It's Danish, isn't it?" he asked, his eyes never leaving the window. "I mean, the name," he said, turning toward Vivian. Vivian nods. "Yes," she replied, "It is the Danish word for pleasure." Sean smiled, a subconscious thought playing across his mind. He had always associated the Danish language with pleasure, simply because of…

Sean looked around, noticing that Vivian had quietly slipped out of the room while he was deep in thought. Hesitantly, he walked over to a chair in the center of the window and sat down, watching the pair behind the glass. The two men were beautiful together, completely in tune with each other's bodies. The way they moved was like a perfectly synchronized dance, each giving and taking from the other.

Sean felt the stirring in his pants as the younger man started rubbing a hand up his body, long fingers splaying across his chest, tweaking the dark brown nubs of his nipples. He shifted in the chair trying to adjust the growing bulge as he watched his fantasy come to life before his eyes. From his vantage point, Sean could see the young man's chest rise and fall rapidly.

His lover's head was moving rapidly and from the flushed skin of the young man's chest, Sean knew it wouldn't be much longer before he reached his climax. Sure enough, in a few moments his body began to spasm as his lover removed his mouth from his spurting cock and finished him off with his hand. When the older man stood to embrace his trembling lover, his mask was covered with the pearly white evidence of their pleasure.

Sean couldn't bear it any longer. He stood, adjusted his now aching cock and quickly left the room. He thanked the doorman and nodded absently when he asked if Sean would be returning soon. In his car, Sean resisted the urge to relieve the pressure in his groin, choosing instead to break every speed limit between the club and his hotel. Once alone in the safety of his room, Sean relived every moment, bringing himself to a shattering climax.

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The next six days were hectic, filled with readings for his latest movie and the various things that went along with it. His nights were even more hectic, his dreams filled with the visions of the club, images of the two lovers repeating their acts over and over again. Sean would wake in a sweat with a raging erection. Relief was temporary.

Everywhere he went, he would look at the men he passed, wondering if any of them were the faces under the leather hoods. On the seventh night, he donned his disguise and made his way back to the club. The doorman smiled when he saw Sean approach, made small talk with him as he waited for the door to open. Sean hesitated for a moment, walking to the bar on the first floor for a drink before heading for his final destination.

He lasted an hour this time, watching as the younger man, who he learned was Jonathan, receiving more pleasure from Peter. Hot wax dripped onto Jonathan's chest and Sean hissed along with him as he watched the man's body convulse in pleasure. There was no sucking involved this time - Peter chose to finish his lover off with his hand, rubbing his cum into the skin reddened by the wax.

Once again, Sean left the club, jumped into the car and headed straight for his hotel. The door had barely closed before his pants were in a heap on the floor and he was laying on the bed, legs spread wide. One hand furiously pumped away at his throbbing cock while the other teased his nipples, causing him to shudder uncontrollably.

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Another week passed and when Tuesday rolled around again, Sean found himself watching the clock all day. The minutes seemed to drag by and as 9:00 approached, he was literally buzzing. He shared the same usual banter with the doorman, grabbed his usual drink from the bartender and made his way to the 4th floor and opened the door.

The room was dark as usual, but so was the window. Sean let out a small sigh of disappointment, his head dropping down. He had come to think of this as his room, and the occupants of the large window had become his as well. He stared forlornly into the empty room for a moment before closing the door and turning to leave.

The sight of Vivian behind him startled Sean. She smiled knowingly at him. "I'm disappointed as well," she said. "Would you like to watch one of the other shows?" Sean nodded, following Vivian to another room. He took a seat in the back and watched two young men as they playfully danced, spanked each other and ended the performance with a quick bang.

In the car on his way home, Sean was surprised that he wasn't sporting his usual hard-on. The boys had been pretty enough, oddly bringing to mind the characters of Merry and Pippen. Sean chuckled to himself at the thought of the Hobbits engaging in that sort of thing. But, the boys he had watched weren't Peter and Jonathan.

Sean contemplated this as he drove to his hotel. He felt a very strong connection to the two men he watched. He didn't know if it was because they were his first, or if there was some other subconscious reason. Sean shrugged it off, went back to his room and read over a script. He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow and he dreamed of leather hoods and whipped cream.

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Tuesday rolled around again and Sean was in a foul mood. It had rained for the better part of two days. He had spoken to his girls only once in the past week. His agent had cancelled a meeting with him yesterday, a production meeting had been moved this morning, and Sean just knew that if he went to the club, Peter and Jonathan would be no-shows once again.

He paced the room restlessly, trying to decide what to do. After a few minutes, he did what he always did when he was undecided. Grabbing the phone, he punched in the only number he had memorized besides his own. The phone rang twice before it was answered and the soft, sensual voice of Viggo floated through Sean's ear.

"Hey mate!" he said enthusiastically. "How's it been going?" Viggo was glad to hear from him and they chatted for a few minutes, catching up on everything that had been going on in their lives. After all the small talk was over, Viggo finally asked if there was a purpose to the call. Sean grinned. Viggo was never really one for small talk, so he just cut right to the chase.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to get together later tonight," Sean said. "I know it's short notice, but…" His voice trailed off as he listened to Viggo sigh. "You know I'd love to see you," Viggo said. Sean nodded. "But?" he asked. "But I have plans," Viggo said regrettably. "I, um…I have something I have to do." There was an uneasiness to Viggo's tone, but Sean didn't want to push it.

"No problem, eh?" he said. "Maybe next week?" Viggo agreed that they would get together soon and Sean hung up, returning to his pacing. There were others he could call - he knew that Dom was in town, and there was always Astin, but for some reason he had really wanted to see Viggo. With a heavy sigh, Sean ordered dinner and sat down to wait.

After picking at his salad and chicken, Sean headed into the bathroom. A quick shower and shave made him feel a little better. He carefully chose a pair of jeans and shirt, dressed and headed out the door. He didn't bother with his disguise, didn't even think about where he was going, until he was sitting in the parking lot, looking up at the entrance to the club.

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There was a different doorman tonight so Sean waited patiently as he called inside. A few moments later, Sean was inside, headed for the lounge. The bartender smiled at him, handing him his drink. Sean surveyed the room, nodding a quick hello to a blonde in the corner that smiled at him. As she stood up from her table, Sean headed out the door, avoiding the situation he knew was bound to happen.

The elevator was empty as usual when Sean entered it. He pushed the button for the fourth floor and watched as the numbers changed. With a soft ding, the elevator stopped and the doors slid open. Sean stepped out, making his way down the hallway. He didn't even bother to check the other rooms. There was no point in denying why he was there, not even to himself.

The door opened quietly and Sean stepped into the darkened room. He smiled when he saw the two men behind the window. The leather hoods were gone this time, replaced by some type of masks on their faces and bandanas covering their hair. A bed stood in the center of the floor with a stainless steel tray next to it. Sean smiled when he saw the assortment of toys on top of the tray.

Jonathan was laying facedown on the bed and Peter was next to him, slowly rubbing some kind of oil over his back. He picked up a bottle, squeezing the slick substance over the beautiful curves of Jonathan's ass. He loving caressed each inch of skin, rubbing the oil into the skin before picking up an electric blue dildo and slicking it up as well.

Jonathan spread his legs, arching his back so his ass rose in the air as Peter slowly worked the fake erection into his ass. Sean shifted in his chair, already incredibly hard from watching the brief contact. Peter worked the dildo in and out, rotating it, penetrating a few inches, followed by deep plunges. Sean was so engrossed in watching that he didn't hear the door open, or even know anyone was next to him until Vivian spoke.

She laughed softly. "I didn't mean to startle you," she apologized. "Are you enjoying the show?" Sean nodded absently, his eyes still focused on the window. Vivian leaned down, her voice a mere whisper. "You've been watching them for a while now," she said. Again, Sean nodded. "Is it everything you hoped it would be?" He finally turned to look at her, a smile on his face. "Almost," he replied.

Vivian nodded. "And if you could change anything?" she asked. Sean chuckled. "Other than joining in?" he replied. It was Vivian's turn to laugh. "Yes, other than that," she said. Sean thought for a moment. The visual display was his alone. No one else, other than Vivian, had ever been present when he was in the room. Finally, he smiled.

"Watching them has been the most erotic, most sensual thing I've ever experienced," he said softly. "You can see their love, the genuine affection they share. The only thing I would change, the only other thing I would want would be to hear them, not just watch them." Vivian nodded, walking over to the wall next to the window.

She pushed a button next to a speaker that Sean hadn't noticed before. Instantly the room was filled with the sounds of Jonathan's heaving breathing, of Peter asking him if he wanted more. Sean cocked his head, listening intently. The voice was vaguely familiar yet he couldn't place it before the sounds of Jonathan's sighs covered it completely.

Vivian put her finger to her lips as she smiled. "I don't do this for just anyone, you know," she said as she made her way to the door. Sean started to thank her, but his attention was once again riveted to the scene behind the window as Peter chose yet another object from the table. This one was smaller, with a cord attached and he quickly slicked it up and inserted it into his own opening as he removed the dildo from Jonathan's ass.

A few quick strokes of his own cock with a lube-slicked hand and Peter was ready for the grand finale. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself behind Jonathan and asked if he was ready. Jonathan nodded quickly and Peter began to enter him. When he was fully inside, Peter whispered something that Sean didn't quite catch, although it sounded like…

Sean shook his head. It was impossible. Obviously his mind was playing tricks on him, transposing his two fantasies over each other. He watched as Peter's cock slid in and out between the creamy mounds of Jonathan's ass. He watched as Jonathan arched up, back, trying to get more. He watched Peter placed a control in Jonathan's hand then suddenly came to life as the small vibrator in his ass was engaged.

Both men were covered in a fine sheen of sweat, Peter's hand reaching under to stroke Jonathan as he continued to plunge in and out of his beautiful lover. Sean could almost see the smile on Jonathan's face as he turned up the speed of the vibrator. He wondered if Jonathan could feel it too, if the tantalizing vibrations were shooting through Peter into him.

Neither man was speaking coherently, both lost in the sheer pleasure of the act they were committing for Sean's eyes. His hand massaged his own hardness through the rough denim of his jeans and he knew that tonight would be one hell of a solo session. His eyes slipped shut as he thought about relieving the pressure. He didn't see the sharp snap of Peter's hips or the way Jonathan's body arched into the pressure.

With his eyes closed, Sean's other senses became even more heightened as his hand caressed his bulge even faster. So, when Jonathan reached his climax and cried out, and Peter cursed softly as he filled his young lover, Sean's eyes flew open. He leaned forward in the chair, watching the pair behind the glass. Now he knew he wasn't imagining things.

When Peter pulled out of his lover slowly, Sean saw that the bandage covering his tattoo had slipped. And a dark curl had escaped from under Jonathan's bandana. With loving hands, Peter helped Jonathan sit up on the side of the bed - and Sean saw the scar running the length of his spine. And when Peter whispered his love to Jonathan - in a rich, mellow accent that played perfectly with the foreign words - Sean could do nothing more than smile.

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Two days later, Sean was on the phone, calling that oh so familiar number once again. A quiet voice answered and he smiled. "Hey Vig," he said, trying to hide the humor in his voice. "You busy next Tuesday night?" The hesitation almost made him chuckle. When Viggo said he had plans, Sean playfully sighed. "Ah, too bad then," he said. "I'm doing some research for a role and I thought you might want to help me out."

Viggo's curiosity was peaked. "Really?" he said. "What kind of research?" Sean's eyes sparkled, the crinkles around them deepening. He paused for a moment…another moment…and then he spoke. "I have to check out this club in LA. Supposedly has some pretty wild things going on there." Viggo chuckled. "And what," he said, "you need me to go along to…protect you? Hold your hand?" Sean smiled once again. "No, Peter," he replied, "I thought maybe you and Jonathan could give me another show."

The silence on the other end of the line was golden.

~færdig~