Ian was not a superstitious man, but he was beginning to think that the fates were against him in his plan to do wonderfully lewd things to Craig. He had kept good on his word and found a very nice, quiet, and secluded inn that had a wonderful view of a lake and a king-size bed in every room. There was also a jacuzzi tub, an elaborate room service menu, and a shower with heads on both ends.

And the receptionist had lost his reservations.

"It's under McKellen. M-c-capital K-e-l-l-e-n." Ian held back an annoyed sigh as the receptionist started typing. He glanced over his shoulder at Craig who was standing a few feet away reading the bullentin board. He was in khakis and a light blue sweater, and he looked wonderful.

"I'm still not finding the reservation Mr. McKellen. Are you sure it's not under something else?"

"I'm certain. I made the reservation two weeks ago, and I have no other name."

"You didn't use an alias?" Craig walked over to the counter and leaned against it, his hip pressing against Ian's.

"I hate the things. Never remember which name I've used when I get somewhere."

Craig grinned. "And when you use your actual name, they lose your reservations." He smiled at the receptionist.

She smiled back shyly and kept clicking away at the computer. "Found it!"

"Dare I ask what it was under?"

"Liam McKallen."

"Well, it almost sounds like you."

Ian gave Craig an amused look. "I'd like to have a word with whomever took my reservation. I spelled my name out."

The receptionist handed a room key across the counter. "It was probably Kara. She's kind of an airhead." She handed Ian his credit card. "But it is you. Your credit card matches."

"Well, then, I suppose we'll take it."

"Damn straight we will." Craig murmured in Ian's ear as they walked up the stairs with their bags. "I've waited longer than you think for this."

Ian paused outside the door to their room and looked Craig over. "How long, exactly?"

Craig took the key from Ian's hand and slid it into the lock. "The fourth day I was on set."

"That was months ago."

"Like I said, I've been waiting longer than you think." Craig grabbed Ian by the front of the shirt and led him into the room.

Ian laughed richly and allowed himself to be pulled along. "You could have said something."

"Pardon me, Mr. McKellen, but I was wondering if you'd like to have a mad round of very hot sex with me."

"Well, Mr. Parker, I think I'd rather enjoy that."

Craig grinned. "Oh?"

"Since the day you showed up on set. I have to admit, you're a rather nice infatuation." Ian touched Craig's lips. "Striking, talented, a good heart, and you can talk on anything. It's a very nice combination to lust after."

"Refined, handsome, and honest about yourself to everyone." Craig leaned up and kissed Ian slowly. "And sexy. Very sexy."

Ian smiled. "You also." He slid his hands up Craig's shirt. "And where should we start with the ravaging? We have an obscenely large tub."

"We have an obscenely large bed." Craig pulled Ian over to it."

"Excellent choice." Ian kissed him again. He reached for Craig's shirt.

Craig shirtless was a wonderful thing. Craig with his shoes off, his belt undone, and the smile he was giving Ian was even better.

Ian smiled back and leaned into Craig's touch as Craig unbuttoned his shirt. He slid his hands up Craig's side and traced a finger over his ribs. He chuckled when Craig jerked to one side. "I didn't know you were tickilish."

"I'm n-" Craig squeaked as Ian got his fingers into the dip into his ribs again. "Stop!" He started to laugh as Ian backed him to the bed and whooped when his knees hit the edge of the mattress, and he sprawled on his back. He looked up at Ian, who had ceased his attack, and gave him a lopsided smile. "If you wanted to get me into bed, you could have just said something."

"I was planning to, but then you laughed." Ian leaned down and kissed the knob of Criag's shoulder joint. "And your laugh is a very nice aphrodisiac." He kissed Craig's other shoulder. "Not that you yourself aren't a wonderful one." He licked softly at the hollow in Craig's collarbone.

Craig arched a little, his hands coming up to finish the job he'd started on Ian's shirt before being ambushed by Ian's hands on his ribs. "You're pretty damned inspiring yourself." He got Ian's shirt off and leaned back again, completely content to be the center of attention for a few minutes.

Ian kissed Craig on the mouth for just a moment before sliding down a few inches and kissing the side of Craig's neck.

"You're going to wear that spot out." Craig threaded his fingers into Ian's hair and pressed down lightly. He hissed when Ian bit where he had kissed and moaned softly when he felt the steady pressure of Ian's lips and teeth marking him. "I don't think the neck of my costume hides that spot."

Ian continued his work for a moment before pulling away to look into Craig's eyes. "I don't care." He leaned back in and licked the spot. "If you do, I can stop."

"I didn't say I cared." Craig pulled Ian in for a kiss, playing his tongue across the back of Ian's teeth and raking his fingers through Ian's hair. He groaned when Ian pulled away. "I knew you were a tease."

Ian pressed into Craig, watched his eyes close and his whole face relax into something near bliss. "Not quite. A tease never actually finishes what he starts. I plan to." Ian slid down to Craig's waist and pulled his pants down and off. He slid his hands up under the legs of Craig's boxers and raked his nails lightly up by Craig's hips. The twist of Craig's hips did wonderful things to Ian's stomach and his dick. He slid his hands free and removed his own slacks.

"Ian-"

The breathlessness in Craig's voice made Ian prickle from head to toe. He laid back on the bed, this time to the side of Craig, and ran his hand up Craig's stomach. He watched Craig shiver. "I like watching you. You're beautiful."

Craig placed his palm on Ian's hip, felt the press of the bone against his hand. "Not to sound incredibly over-excited, but could you watch me later?" He looked up at Ian through his eyelashes. "Now that I finally have you away from everyone on a horizontial surface, I'd like to fulfill a couple of fantasies."

Ian slid his hand down into Craig's boxers and teased his fingers just at the edge of Craig's pubic hair. "Oh? Such as?"

"Mad wild sex."

"Any particular version of mad wild sex?"

"Whatever is the fastest." Craig blushed a little. "I'm a little wound up."

"Oh?" Ian gave a decidedly wicked grin and wrapped his hand around Craig's erection. "How wound up?"

Craig arched, and his nails dug into Ian's shoulder. "Ah...just-*please*-"

"Please what?" Ian used his other hand to pull Craig closer, feel how Craig felt pressed up against him. "Would you like me to move my hand?"

"*Yes*. Oh, *fuck* yes." Craig sighed as Ian finally moved his hand. "Press-right-oh, *there*."

Ian put pressure halfway down Craig's dick and leaned in to kiss him again. He smiled into it when Craig pressed even further agaisnt him and rode his hand with quick, hard thrusts. Ian loosened his grip and relished the moan that came from back in Craig's throat.

"Tease."

"I told you back at Viggo's, we're doing this at my pace." Ian laid on his back and pulled Craig to straddle him. He arched his back so their groins lined up for a moment. "I wondered what you'd look like from this angle." He ran his hands up Craig's back. "I rather like it."

Craig leaned forward so his hands were on either side of Ian's head. "I promise to go slowly."

"How slowly?" It was Ian's turn to groan as Craig ever-so-carefully began rocking against him. He rolled his head back and closed his eyes, his hands going to grip Craig's hips. The rocking of Craig's hips was deliberately slow, putting Ian on the edge faster than if they'd had a quick run of it, but keeping him just on the edge because the pressure wasn't quite enough. It was exquisite. Ian began rocking up against Craig's movements, falling into a soft, even pattern of arches, sighs, and the occasional bruising clench of Ian's fingers against Craig's back.

It seemed like an eternity before Craig seemed to lose some control and began to press more firmly against Ian. He leaned down and pressed his lips against Ian's collarbone, moving over to Ian's neck, up the line of his pulse, and finally to his mouth. He kissed Ian as he came, quietly, and with a full body shudder that sent Ian over the edge with a soft murmur of Craig's name.

Craig slipped to the side and practically fell onto the mattress, one arm around Ian's waist. "That was *much* to hard."

Ian turned his head to look at him. "I thought it was just hard enough."

Craig chuckled tiredly. "No, that was *perfect*. I meant the control."

"You did wonderfully." Ian pulled Craig a little closer, then pulled back suddenly. He looked down Craig's body, then down at himself. "Perhaps, next time, we could do this *without* being in our underwear." Ian swallowed Craig's laugh in a kiss that ended with them wrapped up around each other. Ian stroked Craig's hair. "Thank you."

"Thank you." Craig wrapped a hand around Ian's hip. "Want to try out the tub now?"