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penguingal.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2004-08-04 04:31 pm
New levels of smut
It's official; I've reached new levels of smut in a small amount of space with this one.
Title: Training Sessions
Author: penguingal
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: David Wenham/Karl Urban
Disclaimer: I only wish I knew these guys.
Feedback: makes me dance
Summary: Karl relaxes David after a strenuous run
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lotrpschallenge 15, which can be summed up in one word, SMUT. Since smut is my specialty, I certainly couldn't pass this one up. For the record, in case anyone is wondering, David is 39 and Karl is 33 according to the birthdates given on imdb.com.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that,” Karl panted, leaning against a tree to catch his breath.
“Fuck. You,” David huffed from his prone position on the grass. “I’d’ve beat you this time if that rock hadn’t got in my way.”
“The rock wasn’t your problem, mate,” Karl chuckled, chalking up another one on his mental list of David’s Lame Rationalizations. “Face it, you’re just too old to be chasing a young buck like me up these hills.”
David lifted one hand straight into the air and weakly pointed it in his general direction. “Just wait till we get home. I’ll show you who’s too old.”
“You’ll have to catch me first,” Karl quipped, grinning maniacally as he set off at a sprint down the hill.
David groaned loudly as he pushed himself up and set off after him.
The training sessions had been Karl’s idea, and the first time they had run together in the hills surrounding Wellington, he’d thought he was going to pass out from the exertion. But Karl’d plied him with water, massaged his aching muscles, and then made love to him with his hands, teeth, tongue, lips. David smiled, remembering that first encounter and the way his nerves, on high-alert from the exercise, had telegraphed even the smallest sensations directly into his brain at an intensity that had him arching off the couch and clutching desperately to Karl’s shoulders in record time.
“Another run tomorrow, then?” Karl’d smiled wolfishly. David had only been able to nod stupidly as all other bodily and mental functions had temporarily gone off-line.
So, it had become part of their routine: get up, have coffee, read the daily papers, take a look at some scripts, call their agents, go for a run, and have mind-shattering, seam-ripping, earth-moving sex. It was warm and comfortable, and David resigned himself to coming in second when Karl got competitive, which was just about every time. At least he couldn’t deny that the view from back here was pretty fucking good.
Karl only beat him by a couple minutes, but David had been running flat out since he left the hillside, so he flopped to the floor almost immediately after opening the door.
“C’mon now,” Karl chastised lightly, tossing a towel at him, “you’ve got to stretch or you’ll cramp.” Kneeling, Karl ran his hand along David’s leg as he lifted it over his shoulder. Just that simple touch, a hand brushing the hairs on his legs, was enough to make his cock twitch interestedly. He looked down, unsurprised to find Karl already bulging impressively, tenting his too-thin jogging shorts.
“How do you do that?” David gasped as Karl pushed forward, arms straddling his body, stretching his hamstring.
“Do what?” Karl asked. He rocked back and forth slightly, making sure the muscle would be good and properly loose, and each time he did his torso brushed maddeningly over his burgeoning erection, making David moan.
“How do you get so hard so bloody fast?” David smirked.
“It’s the adrenaline. Happens every time. You should’ve seen me the day we were shooting out on the plains with all the horses.” Karl shook his head wistfully. “Poor horse.”
“Lucky horse,” David corrected shakily.
“You’re not doing so bad in that department yourself,” Karl laughed, at last letting his leg drop to the side. “Old man.”
David’s indignant protest was cut off as in one swift motion Karl stripped his shorts off and swallowed him whole, eliciting a long moan as David lifted his hips to meet his lover’s mouth. The two men locked eyes when David propped himself up on shaking elbows to watch as Karl’s head bobbed languidly between his thighs. Even with Karl taking his time, David could feel his orgasm pooling in the pit of his stomach much sooner than he wished. When Karl took him deep once again, his hands scrabbled for something to grab hold of as he grazed the back of his lover’s throat and came hard.
Karl licked and sucked him clean as David came shuddering down from his orgasm to lie like a pool of human-shaped jelly on the floor.
“Can you walk?” Karl asked before leaning in to kiss him deeply. David nodded, the effort to talk while Karl was planting kisses along his jaw just too much. “Good.” Karl helped him to his feet. “I’d hate to have to carry you.”
He ended up being half-carried, half-dragged into the bedroom anyway, Karl’s need starting to get the better of him. They stumbled along the short hallway, kissing and groping like teenagers before landing gracelessly on the bed. While Karl striped out of his clothes, he took the opportunity to shed his shirt and grab the lube from the nightstand, his shorts still being in a pile in the living room.
Without ceremony, Karl descended upon him, taking just enough time to slide slicked fingers into him a couple times by way of preparation, before thrusting in himself. Karl likes it rough and fast, feeding off the adrenaline from the days run, and David reached back to grab hold of the headboard, both for stability and leverage as Karl pounded into him. It wasn’t long before David was writhing with each thrust and marveling at his own body’s ability to recover as he again grew hard. Karl reached between them and stroked his cock roughly a few times before white light exploded behind his eyes and he’s coming again and he can feel Karl emptying himself thickly deep inside him.
When tired and aching muscles finally relaxed and gave out, Karl slumped next to him, one arm over his head, chest heaving, and looking utterly sated. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that,” he sighs.
David chuckled as he curled into his side, wrapping a hand around his waist. “Not bad for an old man,” he murmured as he drifted off to sleep, Karl stroking his hair.
x-posted to my journal
Title: Training Sessions
Author: penguingal
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: David Wenham/Karl Urban
Disclaimer: I only wish I knew these guys.
Feedback: makes me dance
Summary: Karl relaxes David after a strenuous run
A/N: Written for
lotrpschallenge 15, which can be summed up in one word, SMUT. Since smut is my specialty, I certainly couldn't pass this one up. For the record, in case anyone is wondering, David is 39 and Karl is 33 according to the birthdates given on imdb.com.“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that,” Karl panted, leaning against a tree to catch his breath.
“Fuck. You,” David huffed from his prone position on the grass. “I’d’ve beat you this time if that rock hadn’t got in my way.”
“The rock wasn’t your problem, mate,” Karl chuckled, chalking up another one on his mental list of David’s Lame Rationalizations. “Face it, you’re just too old to be chasing a young buck like me up these hills.”
David lifted one hand straight into the air and weakly pointed it in his general direction. “Just wait till we get home. I’ll show you who’s too old.”
“You’ll have to catch me first,” Karl quipped, grinning maniacally as he set off at a sprint down the hill.
David groaned loudly as he pushed himself up and set off after him.
The training sessions had been Karl’s idea, and the first time they had run together in the hills surrounding Wellington, he’d thought he was going to pass out from the exertion. But Karl’d plied him with water, massaged his aching muscles, and then made love to him with his hands, teeth, tongue, lips. David smiled, remembering that first encounter and the way his nerves, on high-alert from the exercise, had telegraphed even the smallest sensations directly into his brain at an intensity that had him arching off the couch and clutching desperately to Karl’s shoulders in record time.
“Another run tomorrow, then?” Karl’d smiled wolfishly. David had only been able to nod stupidly as all other bodily and mental functions had temporarily gone off-line.
So, it had become part of their routine: get up, have coffee, read the daily papers, take a look at some scripts, call their agents, go for a run, and have mind-shattering, seam-ripping, earth-moving sex. It was warm and comfortable, and David resigned himself to coming in second when Karl got competitive, which was just about every time. At least he couldn’t deny that the view from back here was pretty fucking good.
Karl only beat him by a couple minutes, but David had been running flat out since he left the hillside, so he flopped to the floor almost immediately after opening the door.
“C’mon now,” Karl chastised lightly, tossing a towel at him, “you’ve got to stretch or you’ll cramp.” Kneeling, Karl ran his hand along David’s leg as he lifted it over his shoulder. Just that simple touch, a hand brushing the hairs on his legs, was enough to make his cock twitch interestedly. He looked down, unsurprised to find Karl already bulging impressively, tenting his too-thin jogging shorts.
“How do you do that?” David gasped as Karl pushed forward, arms straddling his body, stretching his hamstring.
“Do what?” Karl asked. He rocked back and forth slightly, making sure the muscle would be good and properly loose, and each time he did his torso brushed maddeningly over his burgeoning erection, making David moan.
“How do you get so hard so bloody fast?” David smirked.
“It’s the adrenaline. Happens every time. You should’ve seen me the day we were shooting out on the plains with all the horses.” Karl shook his head wistfully. “Poor horse.”
“Lucky horse,” David corrected shakily.
“You’re not doing so bad in that department yourself,” Karl laughed, at last letting his leg drop to the side. “Old man.”
David’s indignant protest was cut off as in one swift motion Karl stripped his shorts off and swallowed him whole, eliciting a long moan as David lifted his hips to meet his lover’s mouth. The two men locked eyes when David propped himself up on shaking elbows to watch as Karl’s head bobbed languidly between his thighs. Even with Karl taking his time, David could feel his orgasm pooling in the pit of his stomach much sooner than he wished. When Karl took him deep once again, his hands scrabbled for something to grab hold of as he grazed the back of his lover’s throat and came hard.
Karl licked and sucked him clean as David came shuddering down from his orgasm to lie like a pool of human-shaped jelly on the floor.
“Can you walk?” Karl asked before leaning in to kiss him deeply. David nodded, the effort to talk while Karl was planting kisses along his jaw just too much. “Good.” Karl helped him to his feet. “I’d hate to have to carry you.”
He ended up being half-carried, half-dragged into the bedroom anyway, Karl’s need starting to get the better of him. They stumbled along the short hallway, kissing and groping like teenagers before landing gracelessly on the bed. While Karl striped out of his clothes, he took the opportunity to shed his shirt and grab the lube from the nightstand, his shorts still being in a pile in the living room.
Without ceremony, Karl descended upon him, taking just enough time to slide slicked fingers into him a couple times by way of preparation, before thrusting in himself. Karl likes it rough and fast, feeding off the adrenaline from the days run, and David reached back to grab hold of the headboard, both for stability and leverage as Karl pounded into him. It wasn’t long before David was writhing with each thrust and marveling at his own body’s ability to recover as he again grew hard. Karl reached between them and stroked his cock roughly a few times before white light exploded behind his eyes and he’s coming again and he can feel Karl emptying himself thickly deep inside him.
When tired and aching muscles finally relaxed and gave out, Karl slumped next to him, one arm over his head, chest heaving, and looking utterly sated. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that,” he sighs.
David chuckled as he curled into his side, wrapping a hand around his waist. “Not bad for an old man,” he murmured as he drifted off to sleep, Karl stroking his hair.
x-posted to my journal