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Kismet	By : Siberian Category: 1 through F > Die Hard Views: 1304 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I wrote this story soley for entertainment. No profit is being made and all rights belong to whoever is associated with the movie Die Hard and the characters. I don’t know their names, but I’m sure they know who they are.

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Kismet
By: Siberian
Status: 1/6
Fandom: Die Hard
Pairing: John/Matt, OMC(s)/Matt
Challenge: Written for the Small Fandoms Bang
Rating: Mature
Summary: After making a shocking discovery, John feels the need to 'rescue' Matt. Little do they both know where this twist of fate is going to lead them.
Disclaimer: I wrote this story solely for entertainment. No profit is being made and all rights belong to whoever is associated with the Die Hard films. I don’t know their names, but I’m sure they know who they are.
Notes: This story includes some lovely artwork. I don't believe I'm able to post it here, so please visit Undeny's masterpost here --> (http://green.dreamwidth.org/220588.html) for the beautiful poster that was created for this story. If you leave some feedback, I'm sure it would be greatly appreciated. Now onto the story, this is written entirely from John's POV. There is some Het content, solely in the beginning of the fic. It's a little graphic but there is a slight twist. I have a feeling it won't be too hard to figure out. Still, just in case, mum's the word. I'm not going to ruin it for anyone unintentionally. ;) There are spoilers, major ones, for the movie so please be forewarned. That should about cover it. I hope anyone who reads this finds something to enjoy. :)
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Walking into his apartment slowly, he threw the door shut distractedly with a sigh. His wallet found its way onto the tiny table in the equally small entryway. Another second later, his keys sounded out in a dull clang as they were lightly thrown on the worn surface. With his pockets now empty, he headed into the living room with a massive yawn. It had been a long grueling day. The fact that he’d been deskbound doing paperwork hadn’t helped either. Given the choice, he’d much rather deal with terrorists. Moving through the large room, lit by a single lamp on an automatic timer, he made his way into the dark kitchen.
Reaching out slowly, he clicked on the overhead light with a flick of the switch. Moving over to the fridge, he opened the off white door and knelt down to look into the cold interior. “Okay John, what’ll it be tonight? Left-over Chinese, moldy provolone cheese or a mustard sandwich.” Frowning a little at the barren fridge, he mentally went over what else he might have to eat. There was a frozen pork chop in the freezer. The only problem was he didn’t remember when he’d bought it. As far as he knew the small piece of pork could have been in there since the first time he’d bought groceries after moving in.
Considering that had been a few years ago now, he didn’t think it was a good idea to actually eat it. There was a can of some cheap spaghetti in the cabinets. It was one of those microwaveable deals that only cost about a buck. Although he knew it didn’t taste half bad, his minimal appetite rebelled at the thought of the processed pasta. With a weary sigh, he leaned up and closed the fridge. Moving back into the living room, he stopped at one of his worn end tables. The phone was snatched up in his right hand even as his left opened the top drawer of the table.
After a bit of rummaging through the minimal items it contained, he withdrew a brightly colored shiny piece of paper. Easily locating the big numbers in bold lettering, he started to dial the number with his thumb. “Pizza it is.” It only took him about five minutes to place his order. When he was sure the food was on the way, he settled onto the couch to watch some TV. He alternated between a baseball game and some old reruns of ‘Barney Miller’ while he waited for his dinner. Just like he’d been told, there was a knock on his door around forty five minutes later.
Turning off the TV, he threw the remote on the soft couch cushions before making his way briskly to the door. Reaching the small entryway soon after, he picked up his wallet long enough to retrieve some money. With that done, he opened the door with a yank. The guy standing across from him was in fact the pizza guy and if he had to guess he was still in high school. “I have a meat lover’s pizza.” It was a statement but it still sounded like a question. He nodded, holding out the money. When the large box was held in his direction, he reached out to take it away even as the teenager took the money out of his grip. “Keep the change.”
At that, the younger man smiled in response. He wasn’t too surprised. The tip he'd given him was decent. “Thank you sir.” Giving another nod, he started to close the door. There was the briefest glimpse of the pizza guy moving down the hall but he didn’t focus on it for more than a second. The smell of sausage, hamburger, bacon and ham was seriously calling his name. Moving past the small table situated near the kitchen, he threw the box carelessly on its worn surface. He disappeared into the kitchen long enough to get a beer before settling at the table to dig into his food.
Instead of getting a plate, he ate over the box. There was no reason to dirty a dish when he was the only one who would be eating any left-over’s. The minutes ticked away in the new lull. He managed to pack away five slices and two beers before he felt comfortably full. Cleaning up his small mess consisted of the bottles being thrown out and the remaining pizza shoved into the fridge still in the box. At this point the hour was growing late, so he made his way toward his bedroom. When he reached his destination, he started to strip out of his clothes.
He threw them at the basket tucked into a corner. All of the items made it into the small plastic bin except for his boxers. Not bothering to pick them up, he went into the bathroom to grab a quick shower. Like clockwork he emerged from the now steamy room twenty minutes later. Moving over to his dresser, he pulled a clean pair of boxers out of the top drawer. They were tossed toward the bed even as he reached down to remove the damp towel around his hips. The slightly heavy brown towel was thrown carelessly toward the open doorway of the bathroom.
With that done, he moved toward the bed to pull on his boxers. He was still a little wet. The way the fabric pulled at his skin was annoying but he pushed it out of his mind relatively easily. Now that he was dressed again, he moved toward the tiny desk pressed against the wall. The small piece of furniture was located next to his door and was positioned directly opposite from his king size bed. Settling into the comfortable desk chair heavily, he leaned down to turn on the computer resting on its surface. The monitor lit up almost immediately.
He wasn’t sure if that was because it was still relatively new or if it was because of something Matt did to make it run faster. There was really no way to know. All he could say for sure was that he was grateful for it. When it came to stuff like this, he really had no patience. Thankfully outside of work he really didn’t have a need for a lot of electronics. Even he had to admit though, that there was one other thing that computers were useful for. Once the machine was done starting up, he opened an internet window expertly. As soon as it was finished loading, he proceeded to type in the familiar address in the skinny white bar. He had only just started when the address popped up.
Moving the mouse he clicked on the computer’s guess at his destination. The small device was barely out of his grip before a webpage came up. It had a wicked look to the design. The background was black, the text was a deep red and the name was written in a font that looked like metal spikes. Using the mouse he lightly scrolled down the page. Automatically he was assaulted with small images of naked women. They were all engaged in some form of sexual activity. Underneath each image were category links that would lead him to those types of videos.
To the right side of the screen there were advertisements for other websites. Most of them were video ads that looped. It was a little distracting, sometimes admittedly amusing, to see these women in action. Ignoring the ads, he looked over the categories critically. He wasn’t quite sure what he was in the mood for. Eventually his gaze fixed on the group category. The pull that he felt in his groin decided it for him. In all reality, he was too possessive to ever share a lover. That didn’t mean he didn’t find the thought a little arousing.
Clicking on the link, he got an eyeful of the results. Hovering over different videos, they played for a few seconds to give him a preview. By the time he selected the first video he was already half-hard. The new page loaded quickly, almost too quickly actually. Glancing down at the video’s player, he took in that it was only thirty five seconds long just moments before it started. He didn’t let the minimal time disappoint him in the slightest. Some of the hottest videos he’d ever seen where under two minutes long. Releasing the mouse, he let his hand flop down on the chair’s armrest.
His left hand moved lower, his fingers slipping under the elastic of his boxers. The touch of his hand was light for long seconds. As much as he liked the grand finale, the build-up could be just as good. Unfortunately this particular video was in fact too short. It wet his appetite slightly but didn’t satisfy in the least. Reaching back up with his right hand to grip the mouse, he returned to the previous page to select another video. He hovered over several videos, none of them catching his attention. All the while he kept his left hand at his groin, his fingers lightly stroking over his slowly hardening member and alternately pressing in a slow massaging touch against his sack.
Finally after reaching page three of the videos, he found one that looked promising. Once he clicked on the link, he settled back into his chair comfortably. Immediately too fast cheesy music filtered out of his speakers. He tried to ignore it. Another second later a half-naked woman came on screen. Barely covering her body was skimpy light blue lingerie. The material was pretty and complimented her figure. Unfortunately that was the only thing he really found attractive. The woman’s body wasn’t too bad but her huge breasts hung unnaturally high.
It was a little distracting, in a bad way. That really said something considering he was guy and they were breasts. Still, he could probably move past it. What he couldn’t get over was the woman’s ratty looking blonde hair and the make-up that was plastered so heavily on her face that he was reminded of a circus clown. With a scowl, he backed out of the current window. This time around he looked for amateur videos. They weren’t really labeled as such but the grainy quality tended to be a dead giveaway. It was during his search that he saw a featured video that looked like it had some potential.
The video in question was below his search results and just from the screen shot he knew it was a group session. Clicking on the new link, he settled back into his chair. This video was around twenty minutes long. A smile quirked up his lips his muscles loosening a little in preparation. Unlike the majority of videos released by companies, this particular amateur production jumped right into the action. There was a woman kneeling on her hands and knees on the bed moaning almost desperately. Surrounding her on all sides where four men. As hot as the visual was, he also felt a little annoyed.
The video was zoomed out from a distance and the room was relatively dark. All of that combined with the men hovering close by meant he didn’t have a very good visual on the woman. He could tell she was thin, skinny if he was being honest. Still she looked healthy, a flex or shift revealing the tight slide of light muscle. The man on her right side blocked her chest, something that he found highly annoying. He tried to remind himself that eventually the guy would probably move. Despite his blocked view though he could tell the man’s right hand was playing with her chest.
His left moved along her skin in a slow stroke, the fingers sometimes sliding into the dip at the base of her spine. The guy on the woman’s left appeared to be doing the same thing with the exception of his hand staying toward her shoulders. Another guy was behind her, pounding away in between her wet folds or perhaps in the second entrance to her body. He couldn’t tell from this angle. It didn’t matter though because if the sharp cant of her hips were any indication she was enjoying it immensely. The moaning was suddenly interrupted by a choked gurgle.
It drew his gaze to the final man located near the foot of the bed. He watched mesmerized for several long seconds as the man’s wet cock forcefully invaded her mouth. For the most part he couldn’t see the woman’s face. Short dark hair was cropped close to her skull but it was still long enough that it obscured her eyes. The darkness of the room didn’t help either. Still, he could be patient. What he was seeing was more than enough for now. Despite the video quality, the woman’s lips still looked swollen and red from the rough use.
The cheek he could see was heavily hollowed out from the suction she was implementing. A hand was holding the back of her head in a solid grip making sure she couldn’t move too much under the onslaught. Suddenly the man withdrew completely, the flushed shining tip of his member held inches from her face. A tongue slipped out of the still open mouth, the tip curling upward as though searching. He groaned heavily at the visual, his cock giving a hard twitch in his grip. With a forceful pant he glanced downward momentarily. His hand was still under the fabric of the boxers.
They were heavily tented now, a small dark circle starting to form on the cotton. Using fast gentle movements, he shoved the material down until his member was free. Reestablishing his tight grip on the hard flesh, he continued the rough stroking he hadn’t even realized he’d started. It was a little awkward jerking off with his left hand. Still, he managed. If he needed to use his right hand for any reason he didn’t want it sticky. The vague thoughts in his mind scattered completely when the woman’s head tipped down slowly with a cry.
He knew without a doubt that the increased tempo in the thrusts had caused the reaction. Before she really had a chance to recover, the forth man in front of her tightened his hand in her hair. Then in an abrupt motion he pulled her head upright enough so he could shove his cock back inside. The only protest she voiced at the rough treatment was a weak moan. All it served to do was egg the men surrounding her on. Each of them touched her with a greater urgency. The man plowing into her body started to deliver random slaps to her backside that had her quivering.
He could hear murmuring. Although the words were hard to hear, he still basically knew what the men were saying. They were calling her degrading names, whispering about all the nasty things they wanted to do to her. The noises she made rose in pitch, the occasional gurgle sounding around her mouthful. It always made him look back to that obscenely wet cock. He could image the saliva running past her lips, down her chin, making a trail over her breasts and falling in small drops off a peaked nipple. The liquid wouldn’t be completely clear anymore.
There would be just the tiniest thread of misty white. Suddenly he could feel hot sticky liquid slipping over his fingers. Leaning back in his chair he moaned heavily, imagining her tight lips were around his member. He could feel the strong suction, the wet heat of her mouth. Picking up the pace of his hand, he could feel his hips lift out of the chair. His eyes fell to half-mast, his fevered thoughts flickering in front of his mind’s eye. Still rock hard and dripping wet, he’d pull out of her hungry mouth with a pop. Then he’d move slowly to her hips.
He’d take the tight beautiful backside in between his hands, silently pleased when she pressed back toward his touch. Using his fingers he’d pull her open even more, exposing the soaked contracting entrance to his sight. He’d want to bury himself there, lick up every last drop until the lower half of his face was drenched. Then he’d want to push his fingers inside, explore every soft inch of skin until the feel of it was burned into his own body. That’s what he’d want but it would have to wait for later. He was already too hard for her, too ready.
Tightening his grip a little more, he imagined lining himself up and pressing into her dripping entrance in a slow steady push. Against his will his eyes slid closed momentarily, his senses bombarded by the imaginary feel of clenching velvety walls. Forcing his eyes open again, he watched the man inside of her reach down between her legs. He didn’t have a view of that area either. The angle as well as the placement of her thigh prevented him from seeing anything. Regardless the image was crystal clear in his mind. He could see a forest of cropped dark curls slowly being explored by two fingers.
The way they pressed deeper until there was the first hint of warm wetness meeting skin. For a time they would stay where they were, surrounded by searing heat and barely moving in maddening strokes. When they eventually pulled back they wouldn’t go far, the slickened digits finding a home sliding lightly over a pink swollen clit. The fingers were suddenly his own, his gentle strokes matching the driving rhythm he implemented. Almost the second after he imagined it, the woman in the video gave a full body shudder. It was too much.
With an arch, he released a hard groaning grunt and came hard enough that come splattered his chest. He kept up his brutal pace, imagining her walls contracting in orgasm around his still swollen cock. When his body finally lost some of its rigidity, the pace of his hand slowed down to a gentler tempo. It was as he was lying there panting, his hand lazily ringing the last come out of member that he noticed something odd. At first he didn’t understand what he was seeing. His eyes narrowed slightly, the pleasure still languidly skittering along his nerve endings.
It was only when he finally pulled his hand away, the pleasure ebbing away almost completely and his wrist aching from the odd angle, that he realized the position of the man’s hand was wrong. Instead of staying close to her wet folds, his hand was moving away in a downward slant. His eyes suddenly widened in realization. Looking down at the bottom of the video quickly, he read over the tiny red tags. Another second later he groaned. This was a group video of all men. With a frown he looked back to the screen. It was just in time to see the bottom get a face full of come from the guy who’d been in his mouth.
Another second later, the men at his sides started to stripe the skin of his back. He watched the man who he’d thought was a woman shiver heavily. The slight annoyance he felt fell away at the visual. Yeah, he’d wanted to watch some porn with a woman in it but he couldn’t deny the fact that he’d enjoyed himself anyway. Reaching to shut down the video, he suddenly paused. He wondered if they’d show the bottom come. Sometimes they did, sometimes they didn’t. The thought of seeing it turned him on quite a bit. Ignoring the mess at his groin, he let his fingers play lightly against his skin.
It was almost too much, his flesh extremely sensitive from his recent orgasm. Still, he didn’t move away. He knew he wouldn’t get hard again this soon but that didn’t mean that the touch didn’t feel good regardless. Refocusing on the screen, he fixed all of his attention on the desperate young man. The three men who had already come continued to softly touch his skin. He could see the pace of the thrusting pick up, the man still buried deeply losing all sense of an actual rhythm. Then suddenly, the bottom was just there. All of his muscles tensed up, his head flinging back.
A shout left his throat that quickly morphed into a sob. His body continued to rock from the hard thrusts until finally with a brutal push the other man stilled. The lithe form shivered hard, a low moan pushing past the open lips. With that they slipped into silence, the two men who had just finished panting loudly. His gaze moved to the man who had come all over the shrouded face. Using a semi-rough grip, he watched the man grab a handful of dark hair. In a pull that was probably a little painful, the rough man forced the bottom to follow the movement by arching his head back. The dominant man’s other hand came up then to push back the dark strands of hair.
In that exact second everything inside of him froze. It didn’t matter that the room was dark or that the image was grainy. He’d know Matt anywhere. The hand ran over the youthful face again before he was abruptly released. With obvious exhaustion the dark head tipped downward to fall between his shoulder blades. Then the image was suddenly gone. It took him a moment to register that the video had ended. That realization had barely managed to take root before another one slammed into his mind. He’d just gotten off watching Matt have sex.
In an automatic reflex his left hand twitched. It was enough to remind him that he was still gripping his lax member. Yanking his hand away with an equal measure of embarrassment and shame he astutely avoided looking at the drying white trails on his skin. The fact that he’d found pleasure in thinking about his friend didn’t really bother him. Although he never thought he’d admit it to anyone, he’d had a thing for the kid almost from the first moment they’d met. When the other man had stuck with him despite the danger, it had only further cemented the growing feelings he was developing.
They’d stayed friendly after the fire sale. He managed to see the kid at least once every week. Still, he’d never thought to take things further. Not only because he believed Matt was straight but because he’d shown an interest in his daughter. That was just too weird, even for him. Although it was true that the other man had never mentioned it again, he wasn’t sure if that was his intimidating influence or if Matt’s interest really had just been a byproduct of the stressful situation. In all reality, as far as he knew, it was just the sight of a pretty girl.
He remembered that all too well. Asking out anyone he thought was attractive because he was a young man with no attachments. Just because he showed an interest in someone didn’t mean he was invested. He hadn’t let himself think about that before. Now he couldn’t get it out of his mind. Obviously his friend was either bi-sexual or in the closet. A straight guy would have a hard enough time sleeping with one guy. There was no way he’d agree to sleeping with four. Looking back to the video, he frowned. This didn’t seem right.
Even if one of these guys was Matt’s boyfriend, he couldn’t see him being in a five-some and he definitely couldn’t see him putting it online. The younger man knew too many people who might see it. Leaning forward a little, he grabbed the mouse and clicked on the poster’s name. When the screen came up a moment later, he saw a ton of videos just like the one he’d seen. Most of them only featured Matt and the guy who was taking him from behind. As he scrolled down the page though, he could see the videos continually getting kinkier.
There was something else that caught his attention too. It was something that caused a pit to form in his stomach. All of the videos were shot from the same camera angle. He knew it could be nothing but he had a bad feeling. Standing up from his chair quickly, not bothering to right his crumbled boxers, he briskly made his way to the bathroom to get cleaned up. The majority of the mess was taken care of in about ten minutes. With that done, he headed back into the bedroom to get dressed. He moved quickly, feeling the adrenaline pumping through his veins.
TBC...
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