Red Light: Chairs.

Oct 14, 2008 20:49


Title: Chairs
Series: Red Light
Author: aka_centimetre2
Rating: R/NC-17
Wordcount: 1,190
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true. Woe.
Summary: Edwin comes back to the Clockwork Oranje one night with a score to settle.

Intro post for this fic here.

"I like sex."

Ruud's eyebrows shot up into his hair. The rest of the hustlers gathered in the humid common room stopped what they were doing too - Wes paused halfway through a drag on the joint he and Johnny were sharing, Klaas and Robin looked up from their card game, Gio and Dirk from their beer, and Ibra from whatever the hell it was he was doing over the corner with that lighter and a box of birthday candles.

Edwin was standing in the doorframe in his suit and slightly rumpled tie, and even in the dark of the wee hours of the morning Ruud could tell that he was not looking happy. Not happy at all.

Ruud sat up a little in his chair and set aside the magazine he had been reading on the coffee table, frowning. "Beg pardon?"

Ed lifted his arms and put a hand on either side of the doorframe, scowling and looking as though he were trying very hard (and sarcastically so) to understand something quite difficult. "I said, I like sex."

"Well, yes. I gathered that from your choice of profession," Ruud said simply, crossing his arms across his chest. "So?"

"So," Ed growled, looking very hard at Ruud, "I like sex. More precisely, good sex. And when I don't get good sex - say, when I get bad sex - I am not inclined to be very cheerful about it."

"Ah," Ruud said, trying hard not to laugh and just managing an ironic smile. A quick glance to his side was enough to determine that Klaas and Robin, at least, were in the same boat, their mouths screwed up from the effort not to giggle. "So, judging from your current mood, am I to conclude that you didn't have a good night, then?"

"Uh, no," Ed said, tilting his head and wrinkling up his nose in what Ruud thought was quite an adorably cheesed off expression. "No, it wasn't a good night. Not when the client was barely out of puberty and I had to show him where to stick it, as well as explain to him why it was hard enough to stick anywhere in the first place."

Gio blinked. Dirk spluttered into his beer as Klaas finally burst out laughing, burying his head in the sofa.

"Er," Ruud said, settling further into his chair and raising his shoulders. "So - what exactly do you want me to do about it?"

"I'll tell you what you're going to do about it," Edwin growled, leaning further into the room, clutching the sides of the doorframe. "First off, you are going to do a better job of screening my clients next time."

"Fair enough," Ruud said, quirking one eyebrow. "And second off?"

"And second," Ed continued, shooting him a stony glance, "I need a good hard fuck. Right now. And one of you is going to do it. I'm not feeling particularly picky, so who's in the mood?"

Klaas's head shot up from the upholstery, eyes twinkling. Robin snorted and promptly pushed him back down again, provoking a yelp of protest. Johnny and Wes glanced at each other, both looking a bit petrified, as Ibra and Dirk flushed beet red and Gio just shook his head, grinning.

"Um," Dirk said faintly. "Well - not quite my area."

"I'll do it!" Klaas chirped from the pile of cushions scattered over the sofa. "Hold on, lemme just get my socks off - "

"Oh no you don't," Robin teased, shoving Klaas's head back into the pillows. "You're a slut, you're not good at actually fucking other people. I, on the other hand - "

"How dare you!" Klaas whined. "I can so fuck people!"

"You like being fucked," Gio said mildly, sipping at his bottle of beer. "There's a difference."

"Yeah, there is," Ibra chimed in. "I'm rubbish at it really. I'm good at being fucked, though. It's fun. Just have to make them think you're getting off on it too, it works every time."

"We don't do that," Wes said, dragging on his joint and frowning as he flapped his thumb between him and Johnny. "That's not necessary. People can get off without you enjoying it, fake or not."

"True, but it's more satisfying when both people enjoy it." Back to Gio.

"Of course it is," Dirk cut in. "My boys get worried if they think I'm not into it."

"But that's because you're the one who cares and loves them," Klaas groaned exasperatedly. "No one needs to care about me and Robin, they just want a really good f - ”

"Excuse. Me."

Everyone shut up. Edwin was now standing in the middle of the carpet, his hands on his hips and a glare cold as a blizzard shooting at each and every man around him.

"Excuse me," he said again, through gritted teeth. "Do I have to take off my trousers right here and now to prove to you all that I need to get off? Because to be completely frank, I'm starting to get just the tiniest bit annoyed. Anyone?"

Ruud sighed. "Oh, for fuck's sake."

He reached out his hand, pulled Edwin into his lap and kissed him hard. He could practically hear Klaas licking his lips in the background as Ed twisted to straddle him on the chair, moaning and arching his back as Ruud crushed his hips against him. Ruud let it go on for a few more seconds before he tore his mouth away, Edwin's lips pressed to his neck as he looked dark-eyed over the rest of the group.

"Unless you all intend to add 'voyeur' to your resumés, I suggest you get out," he growled.

He turned back to Ed, whose hands were tugging at his waistband, so urgent that the really-quite-small chair was creaking beneath them. Ruud was barely paying attention to the others when they crept out ("No, I'm fine, I'll just st-ow! Robin, that hurt!" "Out, Klaas-Jan. Now!" "You're not my mother - OW! Gio, he's hitting meeee!"), as he had rather more pressing matters to attend to, namely that he had no idea where the nearest bottle of lube was. Which was really quite ridiculous for a brothel, he grumbled, as Ed shoved his own trousers and pants off and sat down on him again, head tilted back and clutching Ruud's hair as Ruud sucked at the flesh at the open collar of his shirt.

In the end it didn't matter, though, as Ed didn't really seem to care that it had to hurt when he slid straight down onto Ruud's cock and rode him until they both came gasping, sweat soaking what remained of their clothes. Ed closed his eyes and slumped onto Ruud's chest, Ruud's member still buried in him, arms hugging Ruud close. Ruud leaned back and held him around his lower back with one arm, his other hand pushing lazily though Ed's ruffled hair.

"...fuck. I want chair sex."

"Klaas, you little bastard!"

"It's not my fault there's a hole in the door! This whole house is falling apart. Ow! What! It is!"

Ruud could hear Gio sighing, and all he could do was laugh.

TBC

%dirk kuyt, %edwin van der sar, %wesley sneijder, *series: red light, %ibrahim afellay, %john heitinga, %giovanni van bronckhorst, %robin van persie, %ruud van nistelrooy, %klaas jan huntelaar

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