Mutually Beneficial

Mutually Beneficial

Posted: September 22, 2006
Title: Mutually Beneficial
Author: Sileya and Decadence
Type: RPS
Characters: Craig/Hugo
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We don’t know them, and we don’t claim to. We just like their faces and names.
Beta: hickorynut

Summary: Sometimes being impulsive leads to good things.

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Craig sighed, fiddling absent-mindedly with the hem of his T-shirt. He sat on the edge of the deck at the party, feeling lonely as the laughter from inside wafted out into the darkness. As he swung his legs back and forth idly, he inhaled deeply, savoring the salty ocean breeze. He flicked a button on his watch, nodding as the glowing numbers told him it was past time to go home. He knew it already, the others at the party having paired up long ago. The digits merely confirmed the earliness of the hour, and the pathetic circumstances of the man who sat alone on the weathered wood of the deck. He patted his shirt pocket, searching for a smoke, only to remember he’d given it up a few months ago when he’d been doing the voiceover work for PJ for the storyboards.

Carrying a trash can and wandering out on deck, Hugo grabbed another group of empty cans and bottles, whistling quietly as he cleaned up. He thought everyone was pretty much gone, and so was surprised when he saw a figure hunched on the steps. Watching curiously, he cleaned off the picnic table, shooting glances over to the other man.

Lost in thought, Craig didn’t notice that someone else had joined him out back. He was lost in the rhythmic pounding of the ocean that seemed so close, and the faint sound of wetas.

Edging over to the railing, not really taking care to sneak because he could tell the man was lost in thought, Hugo emptied the overflowing ashtrays and plucked empty bottles off the deck railing, approaching the steps. Then he could make out the man’s face. Craig Parker. “Everything okay?” he asked politely.

Craig nearly jumped at the question, having not realized anyone was nearby. “Oh - Hugo - sorry. I’m just...” He glanced around, seeing that everyone had left already. “Oh shite. I’m keeping you, aren’t I?”

Hugo smiled and shrugged. “Nah, just thought I’d help out so Sean doesn’t have to come back to a mess.” He leaned forward conspiratorially. “Although, I don’t figure he’ll be back tonight, if even all weekend.” He chuckled, remembering the Steward of Gondor being pulled out the door by Hugo’s good mate, Dave.

Craig cracked a half-smile before turning back to stare at the moon-dappled ocean once more. “He’s gone too? And the rest of them?”

Easing himself down onto the bench nearby, Hugo pitched a pile of empty, messy plates into the trash he’d dragged behind him. “Yeah, pretty much. They all paired off - besides the Hobbits, of course - and headed off to other parties, clubs, bedrooms...” He leaned back, looking out to the waves. “I think we’ve got the place to ourselves.”

Craig chuckled in the silence. “Lucky boys.” His leg swung back and forth, shoes scraping softly on the wood decking. “Why are you still here?”

Glancing over to Craig, Hugo shrugged. “No reason to hurry home, and like I said, figured Sean would appreciate it.” He patted his pockets and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. “Mind if I smoke?” he asked politely.

Craig shook his head, biting his lip on the request for a smoke of his own. Instead, he chewed on the skewer from the olive in his long-gone martini. “I never figured you as a smoker,” he observed idly.

Both Hugo’s brows rose in question as he placed a smoke between his lips, then politely he offered the pack to Craig as he dug his lighter out.

Nearly reaching for the pack, Craig stayed his hand. “Thanks anyway, I’ve tried to stop.” He watched as Hugo’s elegant fingers flicked a match, cupping a hand around the flame as he lifted it to the end of the cigarette, eyes closing in the orange glow as he inhaled seductively.

Hugo took a long drag and pocketed the box of matches, leaning back again, looking out at the sunset. “I don’t usually smoke when I’m working. Makes my voice darker, most people say. PJ doesn’t mind. Said it helped with Elrond’s supposed age.” He crossed his feet at the ankles.

“Yeah.” Craig nodded, turning back to watch the waves again. “I miss it sometimes. I guess it’s just an oral fixation of some sort, but most of the time I can control the cravings.”

Tilting his head in agreement, Hugo flicked ashes away in the now empty ashtray. “Gives me something to do. Along with those number puzzles from Japan. Someone gave me a book of them. I figure they’ll sweep the world by storm.” He sounded contemplative.

Craig frowned, picking at a thread on his jeans. “I hate logic puzzles...anything dealing with numbers that way...I guess my brain isn’t technical enough to figure them.”

“It’s actually rather mindless. It’s just patterns, you see, no math, thank God, I hate math,” he rattled off, then fell silent as he took another drag. Then out of the blue, “Why are you still here?”

Shrugging, Craig blushed in the darkness. How could he tell the other man he felt lonely and left out? That he’d been hiding outside so it would appear he’d chosen to be on his own instead of not being picked to be with someone else? “I needed some air. I didn’t realize everyone else had gone.”

Hugo looked at him speculatively, then stubbed out his cigarette. “Fancy a walk?” he asked, kicking off his shoes and pulling off his socks, obviously intending on going down on the beach.

Pulling his legs back up on the porch, Craig untied his Chuck Taylors, letting them collapse in on themselves near the railing. His short socks came off next, ending up balled-up next to the faded blue shoes. He stood, stretching his arms high to rid his back of the kinks he’d come to appreciate as he’d been sitting on the decking. After all, pain reminded him he was real. “Sure.”

Standing up, Hugo led the way down the stairs to the sand and the few hundred yards to the crashing surf, where he stopped to watch his feet sink as the waves went in and out.

Craig followed behind, surpassing Hugo as the other man stopped and sunk his feet into the sand. He walked a bit further, letting the water soak the bottom hem of his ragged jeans. He didn’t stop until the slightly chilly water lapped at his knees. “I like the beach at night. ‘s peaceful.”

“Is your place on the beach?” Hugo asked. He didn’t know the other actor well at all, although he seemed likable enough. And handsome, to boot.

“Within walking distance,” Craig answered, “but not right on the beach. What about your place?”

“I’m in a townhouse, close to downtown,” Hugo said. “Was the first property the studios leased when they brought us down to work on the prologue. They offered to move me out to a beach house, being as how I’m here three years and all, but I didn’t see the point of moving.” He started walking slowly, hands in his pockets.

Craig moved back up the beach, closer to Hugo, and followed as the other man walked. “You’re here the entire three years? Pete told me I’d be here 18 months, and then possibly doing voice work in the reshoots and editing.”

Hugo nodded, glancing over to Craig. “Yeah, when I came down, I moved permanently. Didn’t want to box all my stuff back up,” he said with a laugh. “So you’ve just been here a month or so then?”

Craig shook his head. “Nah - I was here when the first storyboards were done. I voiced Frodo’s part before Pete cast me as Haldir. ‘s why I stopped smoking.” He turned to eye Hugo, noticing the regal bearing of his body. “Did you audition? Or were you one of the ones Pete knew he wanted?”

Hugo chuckled. “I got a clandestine phone call in the middle of the night. Hugo, old chap, pack your bags, you’re moving to Wellington.” He grinned at Craig. “Don’t know how we managed to miss each other so much all these months.”

“Keep to m’self mostly,” Craig explained, digging his fists deep into his pockets. “This is the first party I’ve been to. I’ve only been doing voice work so far...”

Hugo nodded, and they walked in companionable silence. He glanced to look at Craig’s profile as they changed directions to head back to the beach house. “Do you have plans for tonight?” he asked, having long ago given up on flirting and dancing around questions.

Craig very nearly snorted. “ME? Plans? That’s like asking if the beach has ice in summer.” They walked a few more steps in silence. “Why do you ask?”

Reminding himself that he was 50, mature and in no way a green teenager, Hugo tried to calm his racing pulse. “Come home with me,” he proposed quietly. “I’d like some company, and I have great coffee,” he offered.

Craig stopped in his tracks, hand reaching out to wrap around Hugo’s forearm, effectively stopping him as well. He searched the other man’s eyes, looking for promises or tricks. Finding nothing untoward, he nodded. “Okay.”

Wondering what Craig was looking for, Hugo just stood there, head tilted, until the other man agreed. “Okay,” he echoed, then started walking again, off the beach, to the deck, through the house, to the car, and not too much later they pulled up at Hugo’s, the time passed in comfortable quiet. Hugo rather marveled at this, that he didn’t feel the need to fill the quiet. He hoped Craig was equally comfortable.

Craig wondered briefly what he was doing, going home with someone he barely knew, but he already trusted Hugo. He knew enough of the other man to know that he wouldn’t be treated in any way he didn’t want to be treated. Instead of fretting over his quick decision, he decided instead to enjoy whatever might happen. They walked into Hugo’s elegant home, and he found himself waiting for Hugo to guide him where he wanted him.

“Come in,” Hugo invited pleasantly, indicating Craig precede him through the door. The townhouse was two levels and well decorated even before Hugo moved in, and with the cleaning service it was easier to keep things tidy. Kicking off his shoes at the door, Hugo dumped his keys on the small table by the phone and led the way to the kitchen, where he started up a kettle of hot water and prepared a French press of coffee.

Following Hugo’s example, Craig slipped his shoes off as well, grimacing at the cold press of jeans against his skin as he walked into the kitchen to find Hugo working industriously. “I’m afraid my jeans are dirty. I probably shouldn’t stay long. I don’t want to stain your furniture or anything...” he babbled nervously.

Looking up in surprise, Hugo realized Craig wasn’t as comfortable as he was. He set both hands on the counter. “Craig. Don’t worry about the furniture, Just relax. I’m just as mussed as you are,” he said soothingly. “If your jeans bother you, take them off,” he added with a wink, shifting to pull a bag of biscotti out of a drawer.

Wondering whether to take Hugo’s invitation seriously or not, Craig perched on a stool, figuring he couldn’t ruin it. At least not just by sitting on it. Falling over as a result of watching Hugo move so elegantly might be another matter. He concentrated on remaining upright, wondering idly if he’d had too much to drink at Sean’s party. “You don’t really want me to take my jeans off, do you?” he asked, feeling like the world’s biggest dolt.

Pausing in the act of setting some biscotti on a plate, Hugo looked at Craig with a curious smile. “If they’re bothering you, throw them in the wash,” he said with a shrug, as if that explained everything. “I’m sure I have something that would fit you in the meantime.” He slid the plate between them, studying Craig’s face, a smile pulling at his lips. Craig was nervous, about being around him.

Craig stood again, shifting shyly before unbuttoning the placket of his jeans and pushing them down over his hips. He nearly lost his balance as the wet denim clung to his legs, but he finally stepped out of the soiled trousers. Feeling more than a little foolish in his black boxers with different color smiley-faces plastered across them, he folded the jeans and laid them at his feet before perching once more on the stool. “Mum always said to wear appropriate knickers. I guess I learned the hard way...”

Raising an eyebrow, Hugo eased up on tiptoe to peek over the countertop to see Craig’s boxers. “Oh, very stylish,” he complimented with a chuckle.

Getting his footing back, Craig lifted a teasing eyebrow. “They do go with anything...” He took a piece of biscotti, nibbling at it for a moment. “Do you invite strangers home and urge them to undress very often, Hugo?”

Grinning, Hugo moved to pull off the kettle and fill the French press. “I must sadly admit, this is the first time I’ve tried it,” he said. Once the coffee was going, he walked around the island. “Hand me those jeans and I’ll toss them in the wash, get them fixed up for you. Do you want something else to wear?” he asked politely.

Glancing down at the dark hairs plastered to his legs by salt-water, Craig shook his head. “Nah - I’m filthy. I don’t want to soil anything of yours.” He handed Hugo the jeans, fishing his wallet out of the pocket before the other man took them from him. “As long as you don’t mind a boxer-clad crazy man in your home, I have no problems with it.”

Disappearing into the lean to behind the kitchen, Hugo’s voice filtered back out to Craig. “You’re quite welcome to jump into the shower. The coffee will keep, and then you won’t have to worry any longer.” He walked back out. “In fact, I might grab a quick wash myself.”

The thought of Hugo, eyes closed beneath running water, filtered through Craig’s mind, and his body stirred a little, a reaction he tried to hide. “You don’t mind? I don’t want to put you out...”

Swallowing as he looked over Craig again, Hugo shook his head. “Not at all,” he answered. “Come on upstairs, I’ll show you.”

Craig stood, blushing as his erection became evident. He followed Hugo up the stairs, the view of the other man’s bum doing nothing to make the state of his arousal abate. Being led into the bathroom, he watched Hugo closely for signs of attraction.

Feeling a bit flushed, realizing he hadn’t really expected to get this far with Craig, Hugo cleared his throat nervously, his chinos fitting a bit tight. “Ah, towels are under the sink, there a washcloths there on the commode, soap in the shower...” he turned his chin to look at Craig, and his mouth went dry. The other man was looking at him intently from the shadows of the hall.

Deciding to see if Hugo was as affected by the circumstances as he was, Craig brushed by the other man, letting their bodies touch as he passed. “I appreciate your hospitality, Hugo,” he murmured, voice pitched low as he cupped the other man’s shoulder in a gesture of friendship.

Hugo drew a sharp breath as Craig touched his shoulder. “Ah, you are quite welcome,” he breathed, turning his chin to look the other man in the eye as he steeled himself. “Do you also appreciate conserving water?” he asked, his voice a husky purr. Craig could say yes, or no, and then Hugo would know. He hadn’t exactly planned this - not like this - but it was more than fine.

Craig’s eyes widened, but then a grin stole across his face. “I am an environmentalist of the first class, Mr. Weaving. I only rinse my car off every other day in the interest of conserving water. I would be thrilled to pursue my interests with your assistance...”

A rush of relief flooded through Hugo, and he grinned, turning to bracket Craig’s waist with his hands. “That’s something we have in common, then,” he murmured, looking at bright blue eyes.

Pretending innocence, Craig asked, “Our love for the environment? Or our willingness to pursue common interests?”

Hugo smiled and raised an eyebrow. “Love and willingness, perhaps,” he murmured as he leaned closer, eyes darting to Craig’s to ask permission before their lips touched.

Craig tipped his head up, meeting Hugo’s lips willingly. The light touch was electric, flooding his body with desire and need. He sighed gustily, lips parting as he wordlessly asked for more.

Kissing Craig was more arousing than Hugo expected, and he gripped the other man’s waist as he moved closer, lightly licking along the full lower lip until he felt Craig’s mouth open, then he kissed him fully with fervor.

Craig’s mouth opened beneath the onslaught of Hugo’s tongue, dueling and sparring with the wet muscle even as the texture of the kiss drove him wild. He fumbled with Hugo’s jeans, feeling slightly exposed in only his boxers.

Eager to help, Hugo shifted backward, but leaned forward at the waist so he wouldn’t have to lose his connection to Craig’s mouth. Groaning softly, he raised both hands as the other man unfastened his jeans, giving Craig full access to his body and hoping he would take advantage of it.

Pushing Hugo’s jeans down, Craig’s hands pushed beneath the waistband of the other man’s boxers, gripping his bottom before teasing toward the front. His thumbs outlined what promised to be a sizable cock, making him groan again.

Breath huffing out, Hugo moaned and pressed against Craig’s hands as he reached to steady the other man’s chin and found his lips again. He thought he might be drunk on Craig’s taste. Because when he finally pulled away, he was dizzy. “Shower?” he rasped.

“Mmm,” Craig agreed, removing his hands long enough to shed his boxers. He spared half a second to feel self-conscious, but then the heat of Hugo’s gaze burned his inhibitions away.

After swallowing hard, Hugo stripped his shirt over his head and pushed down his jeans and boxers at the same time. He grasped Craig’s waist again as he looked over the other man admiringly. “You’re gorgeous,” he murmured, leaning to kiss the corner of Craig’s mouth.

Craig shrugged. “Never been called gorgeous...” He turned his head to catch Hugo’s lips, effectively ending the conversation before it could begin.

Smiling against his lips, Hugo nodded and kissed him in return, dragging their tongues together in a playful twist. Finally he pulled back with a sigh and stepped over to open the shower stall and turn on the water, testing the temperature with one hand, before activating the spray.

The hot flume of water from the spray of the shower caused a fine mist of steam to gather in the air, coating his skin with sheen of sweat. He wiped at his brow, fingers sending his hair into spikes. Craig watched Hugo, grace apparent in the economy of movement.

Hugo turned back around, snagging a couple washrags, and stopped as he realized Craig was watching him. He raised an eyebrow in question and indicated to the shower stall. “Beauty before age,” he drawled.

Craig matched Hugo’s expression. “I find you to be quite beautiful as well,” he murmured, indicating Hugo should go first.

A soft smile curled Hugo’s lips at the compliment, and he lightly touched Craig’s cheek before opening the door and entering the shower stall - it was big enough for two, if they were very friendly.

Following Hugo inside the stall, Craig pressed close, lips immediately finding a bare shoulder blade and tasting its wet texture.

Moaning and leaning back, Hugo groaned as his rear made contact with the firm thighs and flesh behind him. “Craig,” he murmured, just to say the name, enjoying being close to him.

His hands sliding on wet skin to cup Hugo’s firm chest muscles, Craig flicked at the older man’s nipples as he tasted the skin of Hugo’s back, moving toward his spine.

Reaching out to brace himself against the stall’s wall, Hugo dropping his head forward to expose the line of his neck and stretch his back, thrilling in the feeling of Craig’s mouth and lips upon him.

When Hugo’s back strained beneath his lips, Craig dragged his teeth over the knobs of spine before swiping his tongue over the reddening marks.

Groaning again, Hugo slid his hands up the shower wall to extend his arms and lean forward, loving the feeling of being exposed to Craig’s view and touch.

Eyes focusing on the tanned skin in front of him, Craig slid lower, tongue delving in the crease of Hugo’s bum even as his fingers gripped the other man’s hips, spreading him open to his view.

“Dear God,” Hugo whispered, ducking his face into the spray as he shuddered under Craig’s exploration. “Please don’t stop,” he begged.

The wetness of the spray eased Craig’s way, making his face slip into the spread crease. His tongue lapped at the furled opening, alternately spearing and circling and swiping at the clenching opening.

The older man’s soft cries of pleasure echoed in the shower around them, and he leaned his heated cheek against the cool tile as the warm water sprayed over them. He bent a bit at the waist, trying to get Craig closer. “Oh...Craig...please...” he rasped.

Craig pushed as close as he could get, spearing his tongue into Hugo as he moved a hand to wrap around the older man’s straining flesh. He stroked at the hardness, sucking at the skin of Hugo’s sacs before delving deeper once more.

Gasps became yelps as Craig worked to get him off, and Hugo was far too close to do anything about it. “Oh God...too much, Craig...” Hands curling into fists, Hugo struggled to draw breath to stay calm.

Craig raised up, pressing Hugo hard against the wall, fitting himself against the taller man’s back. His cock slid between Hugo’s legs, sliding back and forth in the moisture of the shower spray, and from his own mouth. He bit lightly into Hugo’s shoulder as he continued to stroke the other man to completion.

Hugo let out an agonized moan, grinding back against the hard cock behind him. Feeling very close to the edge, he looked over his shoulder, eyes flashing. “You can...if you want,” he murmured.

The sounds pouring forth from Hugo’s mouth brought Craig closer to the edge faster than he’d ever been. The plea in the older man’s voice nearly made him come, but he managed to stave it off long enough to ask, “Here?”

Hugo managed a chuckle despite his extreme arousal, and he nodded, reaching for a small bottle sitting on the shower shelf. “Here,” he offered it to him. “I can tell you now, I’ll be off like a firecracker as soon as you’re in, but please, enjoy yourself - because I know I will.”

Craig took the bottle, taking the moment to claim Hugo’s lips again as he slicked himself before sliding a finger into Hugo’s opening. It didn’t take much preparation for either of them to be ready, and he grasped Hugo’s hips as he prepared to push inside. “I need you. I don’t know how I haven’t had this before...” he sighed.

“Please,” Hugo practically keened, raised up on his tiptoes to accommodate Craig’s length behind him and between his legs. “Oh please...” He grabbed hold of a stainless steel bar mounted inside the shower with one hand, the top of the stall door with the other.

Craig pushed in slowly, feeling the other man’s heat and suction grip him and pull him closer. His forehead fell against Hugo’s shoulder blade, and he found himself licking the spots he’d nipped earlier, trying to distract himself from the exquisite heat and pressure that he knew would make him come as soon as he was fully sheathed. “Yeah,” he moaned, stroking teasingly at Hugo’s cock again.

Hugo forced himself to breathe as Craig entered him, and even though his entire body wanted to tense and erupt. “Craig,” he nearly wailed, hips thrusting back and forth.

Craig lost all sense of restraint at Hugo’s movements, barely having enough sense to aim in the general direction of the other man’s prostate. He grasped Hugo’s hips, pounding frantically, striving toward release, needing to give it to Hugo as well.

The pounding was exactly what Hugo wanted and needed, and within the first three thrusts he was lost, his body clenching as he hurtled into orgasm. His strangled cry was not at all muffled, and his come splattered onto the tile wall as his cock erupted.

The contractions of Hugo’s body didn’t allow anything less than a massive orgasm from Craig, and he was helpless to deny it. He filled Hugo with release, body slowing as the contractions began to wane.

Hugo now leaned against the wall, arms braced from palm to elbow on the tile along with his forehead as he focused on remaining upright. The delicious burning pleasure in his arse was titillating even now, after climax, and he shimmied slightly, gasping as sparks flew along his nerve endings.

The little shimmy Hugo gave brought a smile to Craig’s face, but his spent cock slipped from its home, nestled in Hugo’s arse. He wrapped his arms around Hugo, lending what support he could offer.

Sighing, Hugo smiled as Craig hugged him from behind, and he carefully turned around to face his new lover, kissing him slow and steady. “Thank you,” he murmured against Craig’s lips.

Craig smiled against Hugo’s lips, stealing kisses around his words. “Don’t thank me...was mutually...beneficial...”

Smiling, Hugo kissed him in return, pleased with how well this went. “Will you stay?” he asked quietly. “I’ve got plenty of room in my bed, and I would miss you if you left.”

Craig smiled lazily, gazing up into Hugo’s sated gray eyes. “I was hoping you’d ask. I don’t think I could leave, even if I wanted to.”

Dropping a light kiss on the tip of Craig’s nose, Hugo nodded. “Then it’s settled. C’mon, before I turn into a raisin.” He stepped out of the stall and snagged a fluffy towel, offering it to Craig before nabbing one for himself.

Craig took the towel, drying off quickly before snagging Hugo’s towel and letting his own hands care for his new lover. When they were warm and dry again, he stretched lazily, yawning. “I want to wrap myself up in you tonight.”

Grinning as he switched off the light, Hugo took Craig’s hand and pulled him across the hall to the sparsely decorated bedroom and let go to pull down the sheets. He climbed in and patted the mattress next to him. “Come on then, I’m exhausted. The coffee will wait until morning.”

Craig didn’t waste any time, climbing in immediately and wrapping around Hugo’s warm body. He purred happily as he settled. “Perfect.”

Hugo chuckled tiredly. “Isn’t that my line?” he asked as he curled his arms around the other man and hugged him close.

“I won’t be mad if you want to say it anyway,” Craig offered in a small, content voice.

Smiling, the older man hugged him again, and sighed. “Perfect,” he murmured as he drifted off to sleep.

Craig followed close behind, wondering idly why it’d taken him this long to find Hugo.

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THE END

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