Date: Tue, 8 Apr 2014 21:16:35 +0100
From: Aaron Welsh <aaron_welsh_93@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Men of Game of Thrones 1

I do not own any of the characters mentioned nor do I infer anything of the
personal preferences or activities of any of the actors involved, this work
is purely of fantasy. If you have any suggestions or preferences for
following stories please feel free to let me know.

Richard Madden slung his exhausted body into a directors style chair in the
large, comfortable trailer which had been dragged along the dirt roads to
the location for the star to relax comfortably between takes. He had been
filming with his on screen family for several hours, in a scene in which
the king travelled to the ancestral home of his northern allies, along with
the entire royal party. Richard had enjoyed the morning, the actors he
worked with were masters of their craft and all were equally grateful for
the opportunity to work on Game of Thrones.

	"Hello?" Richard's eyes, which had begun to close as he drifted in
his chair, snapped open as the trailer door opened and his cast mate
stepped inside the trailer. "Fucking freezing out there." Nickolaj
Coster-Waldau closed the door behind him to keep out the icy winds, shaking
snow from his blonde hair and rubbing his large, cold hands together.

	"Alright." Richard gave Nickolaj a sleepy grin and gestured towards
the expansive couch for his friend to take a seat. The two men had
connected as soon as they had met, both finding one another easy going and
often joining up on long days of filming for a drink or to simply talk and
laugh.

	"I just had to do such an awkward scene with Lena." Nickolaj
grabbed himself a beer from the small mini fridge on the opposite side of
the trailer before dropping onto the comfortable sofa, his long limbs
spreading out in all directions.

	Richard, easing himself from the directors chair to grab himself a
beer as well, grinned at Nickolaj, guessing what scene he was referring
to. "Yeah? Can't have been too bad though, you know." Richard was a huge
fan of Lena, his on screen enemy.

	"We've already established where my sexual appetite lies." Nickolaj
let out a long, deep laugh, taking a hearty swig of his beer as Richard
flopped down next to him. "Doing that sex scene with her is just painful,
man, especially with about forty people watching us."

	"Yeah, yeah, but even a gay man has to appreciate a woman like
that." Richard let out a low whistle, imagining himself with Lena.

	"Do you not get what being gay actually entails?" Nickolaj said
with a grin on his face, "I don't go for women at all!"

	"I'm just messing on." Richard laughed along with his friend, glad
that the subject didn't make him uncomfortable; he had came upon many an
actor in his time who were deeply secretive about their sexual
provocations, despite the fact that half of them were gay and out to their
friends and families, they still felt the need to keep it secret from other
actors and from the public. "Who are you actually doing these days?"
Richard asked, his widely spread legs brushing against Nickolaj's as they
shared the sofa and swigged their beers.

	A secretive smirk spread across the Danish actors face at Richard's
question. "It doesn't really matter, but he doesn't want people to know."

	"Oh, come on! You have to tell me now!" Richard laughed, jabbing
Nickolaj playfully in the ribs.

	"We're not teenage girls who need to sit gossiping about boys!"
Nickolaj barked in good humour, getting a few soft jabs at Richard's own
ribs as payback.

	"Yeah we're men; I tell my mates all about what's going on in my
love life and I expect the same, that goes for you, too!" He kicked off his
boots and undid the top three buttons of his loose shirt as he spoke, he
had no more scenes to shoot for several hours and wanted to relax.

	Nickolaj followed Richards example, not needing to shoot for the
rest of the day, he slipped out of his heavy costume boots and spread his
legs further as he reclined into the sofa. "Okay, but you can't say
anything." Nickolaj knew Richard would never betray his trust, they were
becoming fast friends. "It's Kit."

	Richard almost choked on his beer. "Kit?!"

	"What's so surprising about that?" Nickolaj had a lustful grin on
his face, remembering the time he had spent with Kit in his trailer last
night. The English actor certainly knew how to use his body, Nickolaj knew
Kit would be aching all over today.

	"Apart from the fact that I heard Sophie ask point blank if he was
gay or straight and he said straight?" Recovering his composure, Richard
wondered why Kit would feel he had to lie to Sophie, his on screen sibling
and friend on the set.

	Nickolaj shrugged, he didn't care if Kit was going around
pretending to be straight, that was his business, and Nickolaj was still
able to reap the rewards of his body. "Who knows."

	"Doesn't it bother you?" Richard asked as he grabbed two more beers
from the fridge and dragged his backpack over to the sofa.

	The Danish actor gave another uninterested shrug. "Not at all. He
can do what he wants, it's just sex between us, so why make an issue out of
it?"

	"I guess." Richard conceded. "You fancy smoking a little?" Richard
asked, fumbling around in his backpack and drawing out a cheap wooden box,
chipped and dirty from years of wear and tear.

	"Ahh, don't tempt me." It was Nickolaj who had first suggested to
Richard that the two of them get high together, he had been a heavy weed
smoker in his youth and still enjoyed it occasionally.

	"Suit yourself, you're not filming again today, are you?" Richard
asked as he dragged the coffee table over to be directly in front of the
sofa. Nickolaj stretched out his legs on top of the coffee table, one over
the other."

	"No." Nickolaj watched Richard remove the top of the box, the
strong smell of weed hitting Nickolaj's nostrils immediately. Richard
grabbed a packet of regular rolling skins from the box, ripping off a piece
of the packaging and putting it to one side. "You know what, go on then."
Nickolaj laughed at how easily he changed his mind.

	"You know what though man, we're really gonna need some snacks,
remember last time?" Richard and Nickolaj both burst into laughter as they
remembered the last time they had smoked; it had caused severe 'munchies'
and both of them had ended up going on a three hour mission to find food at
four in the morning.

	"I'll go grab some." Nickolaj slipped on his boots and began tying
the laces as he watched Richard roll. The young Scott took a hearty amount
of weed from a small, sealed bag and placed it into a cheap plastic
grinder. The piece of the packaging Richard had ripped off was folded over
itself at the edge to make an 'S' shape, and then was rolled into a thin
cylinder to act as the filter. Once the weed was in tiny pieces, he took an
extra long silver skin and filled it with tobacco, mixing it with the
ground weed and finally putting the filter in place. With an expertly
practised ease, he licked the edge of the skin and rolled it around itself,
creating a thick joint.

	"Easy!" Richard happily inspected his handy work, pushing down the
tobacco and weed at the top of the joint with a pen so that he could twist
the edges of the skin together to stop the contents escaping.

	"Make me a few will you? I'll go grab us some stuff." Nickolaj
threw on Richard's oversized jacket lined with fur and stepped out into the
cold. The set was bleak and barren, with moors rising in the distance and
wet, treacherously muddy ground under his feet. He headed to his trailer,
which was quite a walk from Richards. It was dusk, and as filming was still
going on for many of the actors the area was relatively empty, with just
the occasional errand boy running by. Nickolaj waved to Lena Heady, who was
enjoying a cigarette on the deck of her trailer, and to a frantic Sean
Bean, who was late to film his scene. He saw no one else, and savoured the
peace.

	Stepping inside his darkened trailer, fumbling for the light
switch, Nikcolaj felt his heart stop. He could hear someone. "Who the
fuck's there?" He growled, attempting to sound as menacing as possible.

	"Woah, don't go mental. It's me!" A groggy voice called out from
the darkness. Nickolaj relaxed; it was Kit. With the light switch finally
in his grasp, he flooded the room with light, illuminating the sleepy
figure of Kit Harrington, who was sprawled out on the large sofa.

	"What are you doing?" Nickolaj grinned, quickly crossing the room
and throwing himself on top of Kit's elongated body. He attacked the other
man's lips with his own, their slight stubbles brushing together.

	Kit allowed Nikcolaj's tongue to explore his mouth before he
replied, sliding his hands over the Danes powerful arse, squeezing the
tight muscles there. "I came after I finished shooting but you weren't
here." He rubbed sleep from his eyes as Nickolaj shifted and allowed the
other man to sit up. "Must have fallen asleep."

	"Couldn't stay away after last night, eh?" Nickolaj draped an arm
over Kit's shoulder.

	Kit blushed, though made no move to escape from the embrace. "Round
two tonight?"

	"I think we're on round eight or so by now, no?" Nickolaj gave
Kit's shoulder a squeeze and planted another kiss on his lips. The two had
been spending their nights together as often as their schedule allowed.

	"Round eight then." Kit began to shift, hoping to get himself onto
Nickolaj's lap so he could have easier access to his lips and his body, but
he was halted by Nickolaj vaulting from the sofa.

	"I really would love to," Nickolaj said, the growing bulge in his
trousers and the way his bottom lip was clenched between his teeth giving
away the truth of his words, "but I already told Richard we'd hang out, and
seeing as you don't want anyone to know about us I can't just blow him
off." Nickolaj's words were without malice, he felt slightly pained to
leave such a beautiful, wanting man.

	"It's not that I don't want anyone to know, it's just none of their
business." Kit said with a sigh of annoyance, his eyes firmly trained on
Nickolaj's arse as he bent over to grab supplies from his overstocked
mini-fridge.

	Throwing the snacks into a backpack that he had grabbed from the
counter, Nickolaj turned back to Kit. "I know, I don't care what you tell
people. I can't just fuck over Richard to spend time with you though Kit."
Kit's face fell at Nickolaj's words, though he tried to conceal it.

	"Okay, well just come by tomorrow or something, yeah?" Kit asked
hopefully. A smile spread across Nickolaj's face as the realisation that
Kit thought of him as more than just meaningless sex hit him.

	"You know what, why don't you come with me? You and Richard get on,
don't you?" Nickolaj had rarely worked on set with Richard and Kit at the
same time, and once the current filming schedule was done the three actors
would be separated as they each went to different parts of the globe to
film their various story lines.

	"Oh yeah, we're good mates. I did want you to myself though." Kit
laughed, jumping up from the sofa and joining Nickolaj in the
kitchen-area. He wrapped his hands around the taller mans waist and pulled
him in for another kiss.

	"Come on then." Nickolaj said as their lips parted, slinging the
loaded backpack over his shoulder, taking hold of Kit's hand and heading
back outside. It was winter, and dusk had been brief before giving way to
complete darkness. The set was out in the countryside, and though it was
lit with the lights that came from the trailer windows it was still
difficult to see, and the two men found themselves walking hand in hand in
order to navigate the darkness and the slippery mud beneath their feet.

	"Woah!" Kit yelped as his feet connected with a particularly
treacherous patch of mud, almost losing his footing. Nickolaj had hold of
his hand, and upon hearing his yelp dragged him closer in order to steady
him.

	"Watch yourself." Nickolaj grinned, excited by being so close to
Kit in the darkness. He wrapped an arm around Kit's waist as they continued
their journey to Richard's trailer, now visible, not far from the two men.

	Kit almost fell again as they navigated a wide tree, the roots
which threatened to trip Kit concealed by darkness, though Nickolaj managed
to steady him once more, and Kit followed his example, wrapping his own arm
around the other man. Just a few feet from Richard's trailer, from which
loud music could be heard, the two actors stepped straight into a
particularly deceptive patch of mud, which appeared to be completely safe
but was in fact covering a sharp rock which connected with Nickolaj's foot.

	By holding onto Kit to stop him from falling, Nickolaj had
inadvertently sealed the English actors fate if Nickolaj himself was to
fall. The concealed rock knocked him off balance, and his other foot,
unable to gain any traction in the wet mud, was unable to steady him,
causing both men to slip into a jumbled pile of limbs in the mud. After a
second of shock, both men began roaring with laughter.

	"Fuck!" Nickolaj laughed, a huge grin on his face as he took in
Kit, half of his face smeared with mud, laying on the ground beside him.

	"You're an idiot!" Kit laughed along, pushing himself up from the
ground with difficulty to rest on his knees. "Look at the state of us!"

	Nickolaj let out another bark of laughter as he took in Kit and
himself. "You look worse than me." Nickolaj had managed to land on his
hands and knees, protecting his face from getting muddy, while Kit had
flopped face first into the mud.

	"Fuck you!" Kit roared with laughter as he launched himself at
Nickolaj, pinning the older man down in the mud and sitting on his
chest. Nickolaj grinned and tried to fight back, but Kit had his arms
pinned to the ground and his legs could merely flail uselessly in the
squelching mud.

	The two men were interrupted from their frolicking in the mud by
the deep, booming laughter that rolled across the loose camp of
trailers. Breaking the deadly eye contact with Kit that had stirred his
loins, Nickolaj locked eyes with a guffawing Richard, who was stood on the
steps of his trailer, beer in one hand, the other pointing at the two of
them as he took in the scene in front of him.

"We fucking fell in this death trap!" Kit shouted in explanation, gathering
his mud splattered limbs from the ground and extending a hand to help
Nickolaj up.

"We'll finish this later." Kit whispered into Nickolaj's ear before they
trundled through the thick mud to join Richard at the door to the trailer.

"No way are you two coming in here like that." Richard took in the two men
before him, both covered head to toe in thick black mud.

"Come on, man, it's fucking freezing out here." Nickolaj pleaded, his body
beginning to shake from the cold.

"Tell you what, I'll just give you some clothes to wear, get naked boys."
Richard laughed as he turned back inside the trailer. Nickolaj and Kit,
both feeling the chill in their bones and desperate for the warmth that was
pouring from the open door of Richard's trailer, began to strip themselves
of their coats, shirts, boots, and trousers, until they were both stood
there in nothing but their underwear.

	Richard threw a damp towel at Kit so that he could clean his
face. He passed it to Nickolaj once he was done, then stepped into the
shorts Richard had provided for him and slipped on a baggy grey t shirt
that was waiting in Richards outstretched hand.

"Much better lads, come in." Richard stepped aside and let the two men, now
dressed in shorts and t shirts with thick white socks, into his trailer.

The music was still coming from Richards mac on the coffee table, though
the volume was down, and the laptop was surrounded by ready made joints, an
overflowing ashtray, and bottle of whiskey with a glass of the amber liquid
beside it.

"Getting high are you?" Kit grinned at Richard, shaking his head in mock
disgrace.

"Of course, man. This ones for you." Richard had made six joints, three
each for he and Nickolaj, but he was happy to set two aside for Kit,
besides, there was always more weed where that came from.

"How was your scene earlier?" Richard shouted to Kit, who was in the
bathroom cleaning the remaining mud from his face and hands.

"Went great actually, Maisie is amazing to work with." Kit called back in
reply as he let the hot water run over his hands, picking out the last
vestiges of mud from beneath his nails.

"Watch out Kit." Nickolaj edged Kit out of the way so that they could share
the sink, though it was only a few moments before Kit was clean, leaving
Nickolaj to finish up at the sink as he joined Richard on the sofa.

"You filming again later?" Kit asked Richard as he took a joint from his
outstretched hand.

"I was meant to be, but Carole just came by and said the night scenes been
moved to tomorrow." Richard grinned, referring to the assistant who was
responsible for making sure e was always where he should be, "So I'm free
to relax all night!" He turned up the music and stretched his legs, covered
by a baggy pair of jogging bottoms, out over the coffee table. Kit, who had
already lit his own joint, handed his co-star the lighter and followed his
example by spreading his legs across the table.

The two men talked between themselves for a few moments before Nickolaj
arrived, stepping over his lovers outstretched legs, grabbing a joint from
the coffee table and planting himself in the gap between Kit and Richard.

	"Who are you seeing these days?" Kit asked Richard as three men
reclined on the sofa, each taking periodic drags from their own joints and
listening to the music from the laptop, which Richard had hooked up to his
powerful sound system with an audio jack.

	"Ah no one these days mate, my beds empty and cold." Richard made
puppy dog eyes and stuck out his bottom lip, feigning heartache before he
burst into laughter.

	"You want it that way though, right? Leaves you open to take extras
any willing extra into your bed." Nickolaj barked in approval of Richard's
ways, usually doing the same thing himself, though since he had took up
with Kit he had needed no other to satisfy his voracious sexual appetite.

	"No, no, I just haven't found the right girl yet." Richard gave an
angelic smile.

	"Fuck off!" Kit laughed, leaning over Nickolaj to jab Richard in
the arm. "I know tonnes of girls-"

	"- and guys!" Nickolaj interjected extend with a shout of laughter.

	"-who'd give their right arm to be with you! You just like playing
the field, not that I blame you!" Kit shook his head, a smile playing on
his lips.

	"What's this about the lads wanting me as well?" Richard dug a
mocking elbow into Nickolaj's ribs, before balancing his half smoked joint
on the edge of the ashtray so he could take his whiskey down in one long
gulp.

	"Plenty of gay guys on this set who'd jump straight between your
Scottish legs." Nickolaj gave Richards iron like thighs a hearty slap as
the two men laughed, letting his hand rest on the powerful thigh for a few
moments as he took another deep drag of his joint.

	"You think so, Kit?" Richard asked, the drugs giving him a buzz of
euphoria, bringing out a side of Richard that wanted to see if he could get
Kit to admit to his provocations, though he knew the drugs were steering
his thoughts, he knew that what they were telling him were merely his own
feelings in a more heightened form; he and Kit were friends, so why would
he not want to be open with him about his life? It was simple, as far as
Richard saw it.

	"Course I agree, have you never seen the way some of the guys on
set eye you up?" Kit took another deep hit from his joint, his eyes
beginning to feel heavy, a permanent full grin spreading over his face.

	"You can't be that oblivious, we've both noticed it for one thing,
and you both know I'm gay. Seems like I have the most authority on stuff
like this." Nickolaj let a smirk cross his face, remembering every time he
had gotten the exact same looks from other cast mates, extras, and the
whole host of other people who were needed on a film set and returned them
in full.

	"Well, not the most." Kit said, his legs pressing firmly into
Nickolaj's, both men – in their relaxed states – were not being as
careful as they usually were. "I'd know too." Kit had finished his joint
now, bobbing his head to the music as he spoke. He leant over to pour a
glass of whiskey.

	"So you're gay?" Richard asked, his face impassive as he lounged on
the sofa, tapping out the tune of the music on his thigh.

	Kit blanched, but only for a moment. "Yeah. I've been sleeping with
him." He said, gesturing to a grinning Nickolaj as he put the top back on
the bottle, taking a slug of his whiskey before sitting back, one arm
draped over the couch with his hand coming to rest beside Nickolaj's
shoulder. He was happy to tell people that he knew about his life,
especially one joint deep with his lover and one of his closest friends –
on set at least – with him.

	Richard gave Kit and Nickolaj a huge grin and slapped each of them
lightly on the cheek. "Well, I have to say good on you two!" He downed
another glass of whiskey in celebration, passing one over to Nickolaj. All
three men took down their drinks in one gulp, giving a slight sigh of
satisfaction as they felt the drink seemingly warming them to the very
bone.

	Kit and Nickolaj kissed wile Richard looked on, both forgetting
that it was rude to be attacking one another in such a way with a - usually
irate - third person present. But Richard, unexpectedly for him,
experienced no irritation in those few moments in which he watched his two
friends make out and did not find himself uncomfortable.

	Nickolaj turned to Richard as the two broke their kiss and settled
back into the sofa. "You must have tried it in school or something, no?" He
asked, drawing a laugh from Kit and Richard.

	"Well, you would think so, but I never did. Never really got any
offers. A few of my mates were gay but they were still pretending to be
straight back then. I don't know why not." He finished off his joint as he
pondered his own question. Looking down, he saw that Nickolaj's hand was on
his thigh again, and he could also feel the slightly bristly thigh of the
Dane pressed against his own leg. Looking across, he noticed that Kit's
hand was snaking its way up the leg of Nickolaj's shorts. He could tell
that Kit was fumbling slightly under the constraints of Nickolaj's
underwear from the movement of the fabric, he had stumbled in much the same
way himself before.

	"You don't mind, do you?" Kit asked, knowing from Richard's face
that he would not protest. He felt the familiar shaft of Nickolaj's
impressive penis beneath his fingers, softly stroking it between his
fingers to bring it to its full might.

	"Uh – I suppose..." Richard trailed off as Nickolaj let out a
slight moan. The way his cock was grinding against his underwear while
being manipulated by Kit's trained fingers was quickly bringing him to a
full erection.

	Kit noticed that Richard's eyes were transfixed on the movement
beneath Nickolaj's shorts. Withdrawing his hand, he let the fabric bulge
obscenely as Nickolaj's cock tried to escape its confinements.

	"I can't..." Nickolaj fumbled beneath his shorts, guiding his cock
down the leg of his shorts so he could free it. Richard gasped when it
sprung forth, it was larger than his own impressive member, and thicker to
boot.

	"Yeah, this is the forth Dane I've had and they're all hung like
monsters." Kit grinned at the look on Richard's face as he watched Kit
begin stroking once more.

	"Fucking hell, man, erm..." Richard struggled to find something to
say, finding himself unable to move as he watched Kit's hand continue
stroking. Nickolaj had his head resting deep in the comfort of the sofa,
his eyes half open, groans periodically escaping his lips.

	"Come on Kit, just a hand job?" The older man grinned at Kit,
daring him to go further. Kit knew that he probably shouldn't, not with
Richard in the room, but he pushed the thought away, keeping his eyes on
Richard as his mouth swallowed the gigantic Danish cock of his co
star. Nickolaj let out a long moan, one of his hands taking hold of the
back of Kit's neck and slowly guiding him down the length of his cock,
which few managed to take in its entirety.

	Richard watched in a state of awe and shock, "There's no way he can
take all that." He said to Nickolaj, who raised his eyebrows and grinned.

	"You watch him. Oh, fuck..." Nickolaj trailed off as his prediction
came true, his entire cock being consumed within Kit's gloriously wet
mouth.

	"Fucking hell..." Richard lit up his second joint, keeping his eyes
on the scene in front of him as he smoked. Nickolaj's hand was still
guiding Kit's mouth up and down as he sucked the huge cock, letting his
tongue trail the slit and sensitive head while using his other hand to
stroke his own cock beneath his shorts.

	Richard, whose cock was painfully hard, pulled down his jogging
bottoms, shuffling a little as he discarded them beside him. His cock
slapped against his belly as it was released, an impressive member nestling
in a fuzz of red hairs, though it seemed much smaller to him now that
Nickolaj was in the room.

	"Woah-ho-ho!" Nickolaj laughed as he looked over at
Richard. "Someone's horny, who'd have thought?" He used his free hand to
take hold of Richard's cock. "You want me to?" Nickolaj looked at Richard,
his hand wrapped around his cock but motionless.

	"Yes." Richard felt a wave of nerves wash over him, though it only
lasted for a second before it was replaced with the pleasure from
Nickolaj's large, warm hand stroking his cock.

	"You're fucking gorgeous Richard..." Kit said absent-mindedly as he
watched Richard slip his shirt off, revealing a series of tight, powerful
muscles, with a light fuzz of hair on his chest following to his cock.

	Richard gave Kit a huge grin, Nickolaj's hand still working magic
on his cock. "Would you mind, uh –" Richard was again lost for words,
though he had no need for them, as Kit jumped up from the sofa, moving to
settle between Richard's outstretched legs.

	"Here." Richard fumbled at Kit's t shirt, pulling it over his head
to reveal the extremely strong body beneath, an eight pack of abs and a
strong, compact chest beneath a dusting of dark hair. He stumbled out of
his shorts so that Nickolaj was left as the only one still dressed, though
he still had his enormous cock sticking out of the side of his shorts,
stroking the huge meat with one hand, his other still pleasuring Richard.

	Nickolaj let go of Richard's cock and took the back of Kit's head,
his hands entwining in his black curls as he guided him down onto Richard's
cock. Kit, a practised master at taking dick, let Nickolaj guide him slowly
down the length of the Scottish girth before him. Despite all his years of
practice, it was still one of the biggest he had taken, though he was
spurred on by the satisfied moans he could hear from both men as he took
more and more of the cock down his throat.

	"Fuck! I haven't had someone take it all in years!" Richard moaned
stupidly, throwing his head back into the sofa and closing his eyes as Kit
came back up, leaving just the head inside his mouth before being guided
back down Nickolaj's strong hand.

	"Come here." Nickolaj said, hooking Richard's jaw with his finger
and turning him towards him. Richard looked into the other man's eyes for a
few seconds before his head came closer, finally closing his eyes just as
he felt Nickolaj's slight stubble grazing against his own, their wet lips
connecting in a strong, wet kiss. Nickolaj kept pumping his own cock with
one hand as took the other from the back of Kit's head – still with
Richard's impressive girth in his mouth – and used it instead to draw
Richard into the kiss, pressing his fingers into the messy red-brown
curls. Richard's hand replaced Nickolaj's in guiding Kit's head up and down
on his cock, while the other hand snaked under Nickolaj's shirt as they
continued kissing, their tongues now battling for dominance.

	"If I'd known you were open to it I would have tried when we first
met." Nickolaj broke the kiss only for a moment as he spoke, his words
breathless.

	"I didn't think I was..." Richard grinned through their kiss,
letting his hands explore the large, strong muscles beneath the older man's
t shirt. Nickolaj broke the kiss, instead trailing his lips down Richard's
chest, kissing his powerful muscles as he made his way to the nipples. He
sucked and kissed the pink buds, slightly twisting and teasing one while he
pleasured the other with his mouth.

	"Let's let Nickolaj have a go, eh?" Richard managed to speak
through his own moans, watching delightedly as Nickolaj took Kit's place,
taking Richard's cock into his mouth, using his well practised tongue to
create magic. Kit stepped onto the sofa in Nickolaj's old place, his cock
coming to rest directly in front of Richard's mouth.

	"Return the favour?" Kit grinned down at his friend. Richard could
not resist, Kit was irresistible as he stood over him, his defined muscles
seeming even more impressive from the angle he was at. With a gulp of
nerves, Richard took hold of Kit's long, thick cock. His hand barely fit
around it; he was glad it was not as large as Nickolaj's.

	"I don't know -" Richard felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment.

	"Just put it in your mouth. Lick the head, grab my balls. Do what
you like being done on you, it's easy." Kit watched with glee as Richard
leaned forward and took Kit's girth into his mouth. The warm, tingling
feeling fell over Kit as Richard began running his tongue all over the
sensitive head, pushing the other man's cock against the side of his cheeks
before he began bobbing back and forth, all the while making sure his
tongue was focused on the head. He knew he was doing something right; the
more Kit moaned the more confident Richard felt, trying to mimic what
Nickolaj was doing on Richard's own cock at the same time. When he took
hold of Kit's balls and gave them a gentle tug, which Richard himself liked
from time to time, he was met with bucking legs and a series of groans from
the pleasure Richard was giving. Richards moans of bliss made his mouth
vibrate around Kits cock, bringing the young actor even more pleasure as he
began thrusting his hips slightly, feeding more and more of the length of
his cock into Richards willing mouth with each roll of his hips.

"Kit, get down here and let's show Richard what he's been missing all these
years, shall we?" said Nickolaj with a grin, letting Richards cock out of
his mouth with a pop. Kit threw Nickolaj a huge grin and stepped down from
the sofa, letting Richard catch his breath after the effort of having Kit's
huge dick pumped in and out of his virgin mouth.

"What do you mean?" Richard asked breathlessly.

Kit answered the question for him, getting on all fours in front of
Richard, his pert, muscular arse free for the taking before the Scottsman.

"It's fucking beautiful, isn't it?" Asked Nickolaj, the lust clear in his
eyes as he eyed Kit's tight hole.

Richard was not even sure what he was doing, he had never thought of
another man in a sexual way, but now all he could think of was taking the
prize that was Kit Harringtons arse. He quickly jumped up from the sofa and
positioned himself behind Kit, glancing behind briefly to see Nickolaj,
watching with glee and stroking his enormous Danish cock as Richard lined
up.

"Come on Richard, show me how it's done." growled Kit, arching his back to
tempt his co star even more. With a deep breath Richard pressed the head of
his throbbing cock into Kit's waiting hole. The warm, tight confines of
Kit's hole was so much more than his mouth had been; Richard threw back his
head and let out an animalistic groan of pleasure.

"Go deeper, he can take it!" Nickolaj jeered the two men on while he
enjoyed the show.

"You sure, Kit?" Richard asked, his cock now half way in Kit's hole.

"Just fuck me!" With a roll of his hips Richard obliged, slamming his
entire length into the tight hole as Kit let out a long, drawn out scream.

"Oh, fuck!!" Richard growled, taking a firm grip on Kits hips as he pulled
out, leaving just the tip of his cock in before he slammed into Kit once
more.

"Yeah!" Kit groaned, using his powerful arms to brace himself as his hole
was used. "Harder!" Kit turned to look at Richard over his shoulder, his
own cock growing even more as he saw the animal look of pleasure that had
overcame Richard. The Scott slammed in and out of Kit, using his muscular
hips to thrust back and forth, giving the young actor beneath him the full
power of his cock.

"Fuck yeah, fucking take it." Richard shouted obscenities as he continued
to plow the hole beneath him, his moans getting louder and louder as Kit
thrust himself back on the huge member inside of him, actively contracting
his hole with each thrust, driving Richard crazy with desire.

"Better shut you up before someone hears us." Nickolaj said wickedly,
getting up from the sofa and stepping in front of a writhing, screaming
Kit. He threw his shirt and shorts to the side, finally joining the two
younger actors in complete nakedness. Nickolaj's body was a temple, over
six feet of powerful muscles which he worked out daily in the gym, his
enormous cock jutting out of a vein-laced adonis belt. He knelt before Kit,
who was still being propelled back and forth with the force of Richard's
thrusts, took the younger actor by the jaw and guided his cock into the
warm mouth in front of him. Kit's jaw stretched to the limit as it was
filled with the Danish cock, his moans now muffled as he was thrust
forward, taking more of Nickolaj's cock, before he would push back on
Richard's cock, creating a perfect chain of sucking and taking.

	"Oh, fuck!" Richard's deep, Scottish accent became thicker as he
continued fucking, his hands digging into Kit's hips as he used the
Englishman beneath him. "You're arse is so fucking tight Kit, oh, Jesus."
His eyed rolled into the back of his head as he felt the wave of pleasure
that premeditated his release. Richard picked up his pace as Nickolaj did
the same, his actions becoming a blur as he pounded Kit's arse. Nickolaj,
also about to come unravelled, pulled his cock out of Kit's mouth with a
pop and began pumping his meat as fast as he could. The sound of moans
filled the room as all three men got closer and closer to release. Richard
came first, pulling out of Kit's arse just before he burst, shooting stream
after white stream onto Kit's defined back and tight arse, while Nickolaj
simultaneously began cumming over the young English actors face, his head
thrown back and his body shaking with pleasure as he shot an ungodly amount
of semen onto Kit; it landed on his face, in his hair, and ran down his
chest, as Richard's cum ran down his back and dripped down his arse. The
floor was covered with Kit's own juices a few seconds later as he joined
the other men in release, his knees almost giving way as he came, his body
shaking with the force of his orgasm.