SLASH: (the world of Tolkien): Real People Slash Stories: Escape Attempt

Summary: Craig craves freedom, when maybe what he really needs is to be controlled.

Disclaimer: These stories are fictitious, for enjoyment of a select group of fans. They no way reflect on the REAL preferences of the 'characters' within, and I am making no money, profit or debt, off of it. If these were true, I would be making more money than that lady in the commercials, because I would be an incredible psychic!

Setting: Takes place during the filming of Lord of the Rings. The crew is in Wellington.

Music surrounded them, the thump of the bass louder than any lyrics that were accompanying it. Flashing, strobing lights in various reds, greens, blues, and dull oranges pulsed in a semblance of the music's all-consuming rhythm. Sanity had been left at the door. Hell, that was sheer self-defense more than choice. One couldn't maintain sanity in a place like this and hope to wake up in the morning without regrets. After all, that was the entire purpose of clubs like Escape Attempt, to lose all control and not lose one's self-respect when all was said and done. It was, as the name suggested, a place to attempt to escape.

Patrons came from all walks of life. Rambunctious university kids mixed easily with staid businessmen and risqu� young men out to make a name for themselves. Old and young alike gyrated, shouted commentary, and drank themselves into complacency with equal wanton abandon. And nobody looked at anybody twice until the next morning.

But the next morning was still hours... and drinks... away, and Craig Parker meant to enjoy the relative obscurity of the mixed crowd. It felt good to get away from work and pressures, to get out and be free without reporters or cameras or crew watching his every move. Here, in this out-of-the-way club he'd stumbled upon last month, Craig didn't have to be an actor. He was free to be a thirty-year old man out to have a good time.

It didn't bother Craig that this club seemed to cater to only men. He was so far from homophobic as to be laughable, despite his public reputation and his lack of real experience in that respect. It also didn't faze him that he hadn't had a single come-on despite his obviously single state. It felt good to be rather... obscure... for the time being. Craig only wanted to dance, enjoying the deep beat of the Eighties dance tunes.

For now, Craig was drinking from a tall slender glass, watching the mass of humanity throb and pulse to the rhythm. Moving almost absently, he ran a tanned hand through his close-cropped dark hair, equally dark eyes scanning the room without really seeing. After all, he wasn't looking for anyone, just freedom.

With another sip, the brunette smiled at last. He was unaware that it was his first actual smile at this club since he'd started coming. That smile marked him as suddenly open to the advances he'd been thankful to avoid. It marked him as a handsome young man looking for a good time. Another cool sip and Craig moved towards the dance floor once more.

Dave Wenham had been watching for almost a month now. Almost every weekend Craig Parker had slipped out of the trailer they shared to come here, the Escape Attempt, to dance. For just as long, Dave had been following him, watching and waiting in the shadows.

Originally, he'd been following the actor out of curiosity. He knew the area very little and had wondered if Craig had managed to locate a place worth visiting for a couple of hours. When he'd seen that his co-star was regularly going to a gay bar to relax, Dave had been very thoughtful... and intrigued. The brunette hadn't seemed open to masculine advances, after all.

Every time Craig left, Dave followed. The strawberry-blonde made sure he wasn't discovered following the other actor; he didn't feel like making any explanations yet. However, he didn't let the Fiji-born man get out of his sight, either. If he were confronted about his 'stalking', Dave would honestly admit his attraction to the other man. It was, however, something he hoped to avoid revealing until both he and Craig were ready; the other man had always given the public opinion that he simply wanted to ignore the idea that men might have relationships together. Fortunately, Dave had managed to avoid detection the entire month, and therefore avoided any awkward questions as well. He'd been able to enjoy watching Craig slowly unwind over the last few weeks waiting for a sign, until tonight when his co-star had smiled.

The relaxed expression, the comfortable enjoyment, the entire welcoming demeanor of the other man called Dave's attention immediately, as well as that of several other men in the club. He noted the sudden interest in Craig and smiled. He was a beautiful man or he wouldn't have been portraying an Elf in the movie, and the brunette deserved to be admired. The older actor knew, however, that these men would get nowhere with the handsome young man; Craig was seeking obscurity, not attention. Of course, that enjoyment running so clearly through the other man would evaporate if these men started blatantly hitting on him.

Moving quicker than he normally preferred to, Dave made his way confidently toward Craig. Frowning possessively, warning the other men away with that dark look, the Australian slipped into the crowd behind the oblivious actor. He started smoothly moving to the pounding rhythm, mirroring the tempo Craig had set himself.

Stiffening, Craig noticed immediately when someone came up behind him. His enjoyment diminished with the sudden attention, expectation of shortly being accosted sending nervous tension through his thin, muscular frame. His smile gone, movements slowing in preparation of a hurried flight, he waited for the inevitable 'pounce'. Would it be a tight grip or a lousy pick-up line?

When nothing happened after an entire song, he became confused. Slowly, Craig started to let himself relax, again moving to the pulsing beat of the bass, mirrored by the man behind him. His instincts screamed that this stranger was dancing with him, but without contact, it seemed almost ludicrous to think such a thing. Curiosity gripped him. Who would have come up behind him to dance but not try to further the acquaintance? Was the man in reality dancing with someone else, unaware that Craig was even there? Flushing at his own spurt of ego in assuming the dancer was there for him, and feeling just a bit let down, Craig started to turn around to verify his conclusions.

He was stopped by a gentle, if callused, hand softly touching the back of his neck.

"No..." the voice was soft, nearly indistinguishable in the loud club. The gentle caress of fingers on the base of his neck was replaced by a sensation of lonely cold as the hand dropped away once more. A shudder ran through Craig. He felt strangely relaxed. This dancer was definitely here for him but apparently wanted to remain anonymous as much as Craig did. It felt good? Safe? No... it felt seductive. A thrill went through the young brunette.

Two strangers in a sea of bodies, both seeking to remain unknown for just a moment and they'd found the other in the mass of gyrating, pumping humanity. They'd found each other. With a delicious shudder, Craig allowed himself the almost romantic fantasy as he obeyed his unknown partner, keeping his back to the other man. He let himself completely relax, moving backwards slightly to feel the heat of his partner, enjoying the sensation of being with him, even if he had no idea what the man even looked like. It didn't matter. It was just what he'd been looking for. Anticipation started prickling through him and Craig wondered, almost distantly surprised, if he actually wanted the stranger to do something.

Dave could sense exactly when Craig accepted him into his pleasure. The other man had tensed when he'd slipped up behind, proving Dave's assumption that he most certainly didn't want to be interrupted by tacky come-ons or groping hands. He was glad he'd cut off those other men; Craig needed special, soft handling and those morons would have really messed things up, leaving the younger man skittish and more withdrawn than ever he was on the set. Instead, Dave had him relaxed and receptive. Yes, careful handling was needed, like that used for an unbroken stallion. That thought made Dave smile, savoring the image of his co-star being gentled and 'broken in' by him.

Two more fast songs played as Dave watched Craig finish off his drink. The man started to move off the floor, apparently intent on disposing of the tall, slender glass. Not wanting to lose the contact, Dave reached over and plucked the glass lightly from his co-star's fingers. Craig relaxed at the presumably gentlemanly behavior, continuing his graceful movements, enjoying the allure of dancing with his mysterious partner in the over-crowded club. Satisfied he'd managed to keep his quarry on the floor and in a passive haze; Dave glared at a passing man and shoved the glass into his hands. The man blanched and hurried off with the object, planning on not coming back. That was fine with Dave. His hands were free to do as he wished now.

Finally, a slow song drifted over the dancers, bass still loud but now throbbing out a sensual rhythm specifically designed for a couple to move with. Craig moved to leave the floor, a soft sigh escaping. His movement was again arrested by a gentle hand, this time slipping over his own. Breath catching in excitement, Craig paused in anticipation. His silent partner wanted to continue dancing with him? Another soft sigh and Craig let himself relax once more, allowing the stranger to guide them from that point on, knowing he'd just given over control in that small acceptance. Craig didn't mind.

Dave wanted to purr in pleasure. Craig had acquiesced completely; he could sense it. The lovely young man was letting him have complete control of their evening. A thrill shot through the older actor, ending in an aching somewhere in his gut. He ignored it... for now; if Craig truly had accepted him, they would have all night.

Instead, the Australian slid a finger lightly over the back of the hand he'd captured. Such soft skin. He knew the palm and fingers would be callused from years of work, but this one part was as smooth as... as Craig's firm, rounded ass must be. The wicked thought finally finished taking shape. True, he'd originally intended to just watch, and then to protect in a way, but now, Dave wanted more. He wanted to seduce his lovely partner, breaking him in like that stallion he'd compared the brunette to earlier. Dave's groin tightened at the lascivious thought.

Not wanting to scare the lovely brunette, Dave slowly slid his fingers over Craig's hand, twining their fingers together securely, possessively. His other hand softly came to rest on the other man's waist. Gently tugging backwards, Dave meshed Craig's body to his own, firm ass pressed to hardening cock, only their clothing a barrier at the moment.

Craig allowed the familiarity. He should be running. The stranger's desire was very evident, and though Craig had explored with kisses and even a single blowjob, he'd never actually went further with a man. Certainly he'd never done this with a stranger he'd picked up in a club. Somehow, though, this was different. Perhaps it was the alcohol he'd drunk, or maybe it was the atmosphere, but he felt like giving in to whatever this man wished to do. An answering bulge stirred in his own pants.

The pair moved slowly around a small part of the floor, still intimately pressed together. Neither seemed aware of the stares they engendered; they seemed so attuned to each other. The couple seemed to belong together.

Raising their entwined hands, slowly, moving always with the music, Dave slid his other hand around to Craig's flat stomach. His strong fingers moved over the thin material, caressed the tight muscles he found there. Guiding them in a slow circle, he lowered their hands so that their arms crossed over Craig's waste, pressed against his abdomen, trapping Dave's other hand against his partner's stomach. Equally slowly, allowing the music to wash over and through them, Dave brought his lips to Craig's neck.

The temptation was strong... oh-so-close... He could feel himself throbbing in response to their movements and the enfolding music. He wanted Craig with a deepening ache. More than simply possessing the young man's body, however, Dave wanted Craig to need him in return. Something about the situation begged for Dave to arouse Craig's innermost wants without giving himself away; there was something so primal, so erotic, about being in such control that he could make the younger actor cum for an unknown man in a crowded club.

Dave moved his lips so they wouldn't accidentally touch flesh. He wanted to see if he could bring Craig around without more skin contact than their entwined hands. Again, power and lust surged through the blond. He was going to have Craig begging for release.

A gentle, warm breath across his neck sent a shiver through Craig. He expected descending lips, hot with desire to match the erection pressing against his ass. When those lips moved to his clothed shoulder without coming in contact with his heated neck, Craig had to hold back a surprised whimper of disappointment. The cloth-blocked kiss was so brief, it could have been imagined.

Slowly, the music more their guide than any conscious inclination, the pair moved towards the center of the floor. The bass was pulsing low, almost something palpable in the air. Dave moved his hand up from Craig's stomach to rhythmically stroke over his chest, a finger lazily circling once over a suddenly taunt nipple. Craig let his head fall back, eyes closing to instinctively preserve the mysterious stranger's identity for a little longer.

A whisper of breath caressed hotly over Craig's neck. Anticipation tightened his groin, making his thick cock strain against the once-loose cotton trousers he wore. He pushed back in instinctive encouragement, trying to signal his willingness to take this further. To his delight, the unknown man seemed to understand Craig's need. His mouth slowly lowered towards the exposed neck below his lips. When he came so close that the heat of his body acted like a caress, Craig sighed. "Yes... kiss me..."

Instead, he trailed his mouth up the side of his co-star's neck, not once actually touching him. His lips and breath mixed in a hot, moist blend of sensual stimulation, sending shivers up the younger man's spine. Craig was poised, waiting for the touch of the stranger's lips, feeling an answering aching desire throb through his groin.

Still, no kiss descended, no lips sealed their desire. Dave continued to slowly move his mouth, mere breaths over Craig's skin. A moistness from his breath seeped over the other man's skin, reminiscent of a tongue so gentle it barely touched the skin as it tasted and pleasured. However, Dave's tongue did not touch, did not taste; the expectation itself was erotic in a way... waiting for that touch, that release that never came.

With an impatient puff of air, Craig commanded, "Kiss me..." He moved to turn his head, to look at his tormentor. This was immediately prevented when the man behind him let go of his hand and covered his eyes.

Craig moaned again at the husky whisper, something so familiar about it, but un-placeable in the unusual conditions. "Why?" He didn't fight the hand, accepting this new twist to such an unusual, erotic encounter.

Dave didn't answer with words. Instead, he brought his mouth to Craig's, nearly touching the other man's slightly parted lips. He could feel the panting breath of the other man fanning over his full lips. Dave remained a mere breath away, mingling his own life sustaining air with that of the man leaning against his chest and pelvis, Craig's head turned so they could meet in a soul-searing kiss, if only Dave would allow it. He let the brunette feel their breath, taste the alcohol and desire between them, yearn for something solid and poundingly real to reveal itself. Slowly, despite the shaft of aching desire that shot through his groin, Dave moved his lips away.

Another soft groan escaped Craig. He wanted that forbidden touch. The denial was beginning to drive him wild; the anticipation making him ache with a deep need of his own. To tempt the other man into giving up the teasing, Craig pushed back against the cloth-covered erection pressing against his ass. It throbbed and his cock pulsed in answering desire.

The song shifted to a fast beat, dancers beginning to surge happily onto the darkened dance floor once more. Frustration at the prospective interruption swelled over Craig, his eyes beginning to open as he started to move away from his erstwhile lover. The arm that tightened around his middle brought him to a stunned halt. His heart pounded out of beat; the interlude wasn't over, then.

Warm breath again caressed Craig's neck, coming close as Dave suddenly ground his groin into Craig's firm ass. The brunette could feel an added dimension to this maddeningly slow seduction. His lover was getting downright naughty as he slid a finger up and into his own mouth. Of course, with his eyes once again closed, Craig could only go on sound and feeling, but he was sure the man was sucking on his own finger. A curious wonder about why he'd need to filled Craig with anticipation, and the gyrating crowd around them faded a bit in significance.

Dave flicked his free hand over Craig's stomach, slowly bringing it up towards his chest. Buttons slipped easily out of holes as the blond expertly ran his caressing, questing fingers up the other man's torso. As he opened Craig's shirt, he pulled his wet finger from his mouth. Dave let his hand come extremely close to the other man's crotch, his mouth once more descending to within a heartbeat of his co-star's lips, barely missing the flesh of his neck in the graceful movement. The bulge of Craig's erection was unmistakable in the revealing cotton and Dave smiled, licking his own lips, letting the sound and hot breath caress over Craig's neck. As Craig's shirt finally fell open, one nipple exposed to the musky air of the club, Dave brought his wet finger up and over the exposed flesh. Moist heat radiated from the wet digit, and, without touching the rosy nub, Dave could tell it was hardening from expectation alone. Dave moved his finger back into his mouth.

Craig moved restlessly. This teasing really was driving him crazy. He wanted to be touched, kissed, caressed until he exploded. Moaning, he tried to grab for the other man's hand only to have it pulled away, a deep laugh rumbling through the chest pushed against his back.

"Uh uh... naughty boy..." it was a promising whisper, rippling over his exposed shoulder. Craig whimpered his need, grinding backward again. Then he gasped.

His partner had just brought that wet finger down to circle over his covered nipple, only the thin silk of his shirt in the way. The fully exposed nipple was taunt and aching for contact almost as much as his cock was. Craig was a bundle of lusty nerves; when had this night gone from dancing to open seduction on a crowded floor? When had this night turned into such a glorious, pulsing ache with a faceless stranger? When had the actor stopped caring and started needing?

As the wet finger circled silk, pebbling the hidden nipple and sending sensation through him, the other hand slowly caressed down a cloth-covered arm to once more tangle two sets of fingers. Slowly, enticingly, Dave guided Craig's hand over his own abdomen. He brought his tongue closer to the pulse in the younger man's neck, so close he left a wet trail from his breath but still had not actually touched the tempting flesh below his waiting mouth. Craig groaned and completely forgot to care; he tried to move his hand down to his cock, wanting release despite who would see.

A new kind of insanity set in as his unknown lover stopped him. His hand was encased in the strong calloused grip of the other man and slowly, again, guided over his abdomen. Need surged as he caressed his own stomach. Neck arching, baring his throbbing pulse, Craig's equally throbbing cock strained at his pants. Finally, he gave in and started begging. "Please... oh, God, I ache... let me cum..."

Triumph surged through Dave, mixing with the erotic pulse of his blood. His lips a breath from delectable skin, he whispered, "Then cum... you can cum now..."

Craig sighed in relief and tried to move his hand down, the crowd be damned. He was stopped again and aching frustration shot through him. "God... please..."

Dave whispered back, lips moving just above Craig's neck, his breath an erotic caress as he withheld the flesh of his full lips. "Without touching your cock."

"What?" Craig moaned and ground backward, feeling the thickness of his partner's cock pressed against the crack of his ass. "How... I need..."

"You need to feel your hot, thick cock pulsing in your strong hand?" Craig's cock did indeed pulse in response to the words and his ass clenched against the thick shaft there. Dave wanted Craig to cum, wanted to allow himself release as well, but this power was too tempting. He still had to prove he could get the guy off without touching more than his hand. Could they do it? Could he actually bring Craig to the brink and over with nothing more than words and imagery? Yes. He was determined to exercise this control, this power over the other actor. He began to speak in a low, throbbing tone, even with the music and caressing over his lover's neck and shoulder.

"You want to feel hard fingers running over your cock? What if I dropped to my knees and started to suck you? My hands holding your hips tightly as I enclose my hot, wet mouth over your long, thick, aching shaft. I could do it, you know; I could take that hot dripping cock into my throat inch by thick inch as I slid my hands over your ass, squeezing and tugging it open, caressing your hot puckered flesh..."

Craig moaned as the soft, throaty words wrapped around him. He was aching. That delectable mouth hovered so close: moist, hot, and waiting. He could easily imagine that glorious tongue darting over his skin, teeth nipping the heated flesh. Their entwined hands still slowly caressed over Craig's stomach. The sensations matched the breath across his shoulder, over his neck, caressing his cheek and ear. Fingers laced with his, moved and kneaded, arousing thoughts of just how easily they could slip down over his turgid cock, squeezing and pulling in a rhythm to match the dance beat surging around them.

As they gyrated, Craig's now tight pants moved over his aching cock, stimulating, adding to the words spoken against his neck. He could almost feel the other man's mouth moving over his cock, rather than his shoulder. He could imagine the sucking, tugging motion that would surround his pulsing member, the tip of a hot, pick tongue lapping up the pre-cum that would be glistening at his opening, the sucking vacuum that would pull him closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.

As Dave mentioned what he could do to Craig's ass, he ground his cock hard against the younger man's firm orbs, letting his bulk slide suggestively in the fold of that same ass, stopped only by the barrier of clothing they wore. Craig groaned and pushed back, his mind adding the feel of a velvety hard cock rubbing up and down his crack, pulsing against his flesh. He could feel it, poised to invade him, to possess him, to tame him and make him forever complete.

With a soft cry, Craig tumbled over the edge, cumming hard, uncaring in his erotic-induced insanity just how many people knew a completely faceless stranger had made him orgasm in the middle of the dance floor... without once having touched anything but his hand. Temporary blindness came with his release, and he collapsed backwards against his lover.

Still aching in need, but satisfied for now, Dave supported the welcome weight of his dance partner-turned-lover. The sight of Craig's beautiful face contorted in release had sent a possessive thrill through him. He had tamed the wild stallion.

As he reveled in the power, the other actor opened chocolate eyes then blinked in surprise. "David?" Before Craig could express more than that one word of delicious confusion, Dave brought his mouth down hard, to finally capture his lips in a hot promise of what was to come. Craig tangled his hands in his lover's short hair, the long desired kiss sending a surge of need through him once more. He'd found freedom in obscurity on a darkened club dance floor, but he'd found sheer explosive pleasure in the sweet captivity of his co-star's mouth and voice.

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