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Title: Fickle Fingers
Author: Bartleby
Fandom: Closer
Pairing: Dan/Larry
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dan wants forgiveness; Larry wants revenge
Feedback: Yes, please
Series: No
Disclaimer: Closer belongs to Patrick Marber and many of the lines here are lifted from the movie/play directly as best as I remember them having only seen the movie once. The characters don't belong to me and neither do the lines I borrowed.


Fickle Fingers


"I thought you wanted to fuck me." Dan speaks without thinking, fumbling desperately for the upper hand; even knowing he's been beaten.

Larry eyes him for a beat.

Two.

Three, before speaking. "Now, when did I say I didn't?"

Dan chokes on his own air or his tongue. Or that hangy thing at the back of his throat. "Are you saying you love me?" He asks, trying to push the weight of the room onto Larry's shoulders.

And Larry's response: "of course not, have you loved everyone you fucked?" Makes it abundantly clear: he's failed.

"Yes." He replies, the lie slips easily past his lips and Larry is on his feet with a speed that belies his... something.

Perhaps no more than Dan's belief that Larry couldn't have done it.

"You've just lied to me." He whispers, his nose gently grazing the shell of Dan's ear.

"Yes." As Larry's hand, huge hand, blunted off fingers, strong hand, wraps possessively around the base of Dan's throat. And Dan can’t lie to that; no longer wants to lie.

Wants...

Larry licks a hot stripe across his cheek.

Oh yeah. That. He breath catches and his eyes flutter shut.

"Closing your eyes already? Will you keep them closed when I fuck you?" Huge, strong hand travels down Dan's body. "Or is that only when you fuck my wife?" Blunted off fingers clutching, too rough, at Dan's cock, cramped inside his jeans and his Jockeys and now Larry's fingers.

"You still want to be tied up? Nine, ah, nine tongues on your cock?"

"Right now, I'd settle for just one."

Dan's breath catches in spite of himself. "If I don't, are you going to force me?"

Larry laughs, a dark huff of sound in Dan's ear. "Let's not delude ourselves into thinking I'd have to." Blunt fingers on Dan's lips. "Suck them." And Dan does, barely hesitating, his own longer, more graceful fingers picking open the button fly on his jeans, denim and cotton sliding down his hips even as Larry pushes him around, bending him over the exam table. Fingers pressing against his asshole... "Did she do this to you?" One finger in. "Maybe while she sucked your cock, huh?" Two fingers. "Answer me, you cunt." Three fingers, with a hand clamped over Dan's mouth to keep him from screaming.

And it hurt.

But God he loved it, cock hard and oozing a bit, fingernails scrabbling holes in the sanitary paper.

"I'd try for four." The quiet rip of a zipper and the shifting of expensive cloth. "But I've got appointments to keep."

Dan stuns himself by being disappointed, until Larry is suddenly inside of him and it hurts too much, feels too good, killing him, he wishes he was dead.

So glad he's alive. And Larry's quick, so quick Dan can't imagine why Anna would have gone back to him except that Larry's made him come. Harder than he'd ever come fucking Anna thinking about Alice or Alice thinking about Anna thinking about Alice fucking Anna.

So much for the sanitary paper.

"Get yourself back together." Larry says and Dan wonders dimly if he's bleeding and thinks he might deserve it if he is.

He tucks away and zips and buttons and when he turns, Larry is seated back at his desk, as cool and collected as he could be considering he just fucked a man. He's smiling a bit.

"I've seen her." He says. "Alice."

"Where?" Dan knows he sounds desperate, but he no longer cares.

"She works at a club." He lets the word roll of his tongue like some dirty thing. "I saw her there and..."

"And what?"

"And nothing." He scribbles on a notepad. "My prescription for you, go see her."

Dan eagerly accepts the paper. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For being so kind."

Larry nods thoughtfully. "Dan?"

Dan turns hoping for something, more, anything.

"I lied. I fucked her. I'm sorry, but I just can't forgive you, you fuck."

Dan's face falls, crushed and jealous, and he retreats. No satisfaction to be had here.

~Fin