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Fic: Things I Won't Forget 2/4
As often happens these things tend to grow even when we don't plan it.
Title: Things I Won't Forget 2/4
Author: Nimlothriel
Email: nimlothriel@yahoo.com.au
Pairing: David Wenham/Karl Urban
Rating: R
Part 1
Summary: A first date.
Archive: My LJ, Aniron, Mirrormere, OEAM. Others I'd be honoured just drop me a line.
Beta: Talullah, the marvellous
AN: Especially for edgespet and everyone at pac_con. (go there and check out the much neglected NZ and Aussie LotR boys)
Some things have happened today that I’ll never forget.
A few weeks ago I started a new job in the city. Up until then I’d been at a small office on the north shore and drove my car to work. Parking in the city is impossible so I took the bus. I might have been tempted to car pool because the first week I took a bus that seemed to go all around the city before it got to my stop. A colleague who lives near me suggested a different route.
When I’d been catching that bus for a couple of days I caught a guy staring at me. At work I checked myself to make sure I didn’t have my breakfast on my tie or something like that.
I didn’t know what someone like him would see in me. He was gorgeous, tall and lean with long legs that I managed to spy as he passed by the bus. Shiny, dark brown hair that looked so soft, hanging almost to his shoulders. The thing that I couldn’t get out if my head, that I won’t forget, were his intense eyes; he seemed to see into my soul.
Over a week later I stood next to him. Using all the courage I could muster I introduced myself. His hand was warm, his skin smooth and his grip firm. I wanted to feel those hands all over my body, threaded through my hair at the back of my head while he kissed me, under my shirt caressing my sides, clutching my ass as he made love to me.
All this and I didn’t even know if he was gay.
For a week I pumped him for information but I still didn’t have an answer. I hoped I was being subtle, not too eager, as that might have frightened him away.
Today was potentially the most embarassing day of my life. The driver suddenly jumped on the brakes and I fell onto Karl. He grabbed my arm. I again felt the strength in his hand. I breathed in his musk cologne. His breath feathered across my temple.
I couldn’t help that I’d fallen on him but to my horror I also couldn’t help the way my cock hardened in record time as it pressed his solid thigh. To say I blushed would be an understatement, my face felt scorched.
The thing that really set me blazing though was his erection against my hip. I made a joke about phone numbers, hoping he’d take it the way I intended.
“Do you want to meet me at The Cricketers’ Arms Hotel later? For a drink.” Oh fuck! He’s asked me for a date.
Cooler than I felt I replied, “How’s eight o’clock for you?”
“Good. Yeah, that’s good for me. Yeah.” He sounded as nervous as me.
I arrived about fifteen minutes early, needing some serious liquid fortitude. I was too excited to eat, so the beer went straight to my head. I sat watching the door with my head spinning. Right on time, my wet dream walked in.
I’ll never forget how he looked. The outline of his pecs and a dusting of hair teased at his half buttoned, black silk shirt. The legs of his faded denim jeans embraced thighs and cupped his crotch. Like I said, sex on legs.
For the next three hours we shared beer and our lives. We talked the way you do when it’s new, tentative slowly revealing. The realisation that women didn’t do for us what they did for our mates. Coming out to friends and family and the repercussions. Relationship failures and one night stands.
I’ve already told him things I haven’t told others in years of knowing them. We talked the way you do when it’s forever.
We left the pub about ten minutes ago. A bit drunk and laughing at in-jokes we’ve created tonight.
Now we’re standing at the entrance to his building. Karl’s hand is steady on the nape of my neck, the other is on my hip. My right hand has the pleasure of feeling his heart beat through his shirt and the left, the delight of his muscular back. There is heat where our bellies, groins and legs are touching. I’m watching his parted lips as his tongue slips out to moisten them.
Am I always this breathless before a first kiss?
End
October ‘04
Title: Things I Won't Forget 2/4
Author: Nimlothriel
Email: nimlothriel@yahoo.com.au
Pairing: David Wenham/Karl Urban
Rating: R
Part 1
Summary: A first date.
Archive: My LJ, Aniron, Mirrormere, OEAM. Others I'd be honoured just drop me a line.
Beta: Talullah, the marvellous
AN: Especially for edgespet and everyone at pac_con. (go there and check out the much neglected NZ and Aussie LotR boys)
Some things have happened today that I’ll never forget.
A few weeks ago I started a new job in the city. Up until then I’d been at a small office on the north shore and drove my car to work. Parking in the city is impossible so I took the bus. I might have been tempted to car pool because the first week I took a bus that seemed to go all around the city before it got to my stop. A colleague who lives near me suggested a different route.
When I’d been catching that bus for a couple of days I caught a guy staring at me. At work I checked myself to make sure I didn’t have my breakfast on my tie or something like that.
I didn’t know what someone like him would see in me. He was gorgeous, tall and lean with long legs that I managed to spy as he passed by the bus. Shiny, dark brown hair that looked so soft, hanging almost to his shoulders. The thing that I couldn’t get out if my head, that I won’t forget, were his intense eyes; he seemed to see into my soul.
Over a week later I stood next to him. Using all the courage I could muster I introduced myself. His hand was warm, his skin smooth and his grip firm. I wanted to feel those hands all over my body, threaded through my hair at the back of my head while he kissed me, under my shirt caressing my sides, clutching my ass as he made love to me.
All this and I didn’t even know if he was gay.
For a week I pumped him for information but I still didn’t have an answer. I hoped I was being subtle, not too eager, as that might have frightened him away.
Today was potentially the most embarassing day of my life. The driver suddenly jumped on the brakes and I fell onto Karl. He grabbed my arm. I again felt the strength in his hand. I breathed in his musk cologne. His breath feathered across my temple.
I couldn’t help that I’d fallen on him but to my horror I also couldn’t help the way my cock hardened in record time as it pressed his solid thigh. To say I blushed would be an understatement, my face felt scorched.
The thing that really set me blazing though was his erection against my hip. I made a joke about phone numbers, hoping he’d take it the way I intended.
“Do you want to meet me at The Cricketers’ Arms Hotel later? For a drink.” Oh fuck! He’s asked me for a date.
Cooler than I felt I replied, “How’s eight o’clock for you?”
“Good. Yeah, that’s good for me. Yeah.” He sounded as nervous as me.
I arrived about fifteen minutes early, needing some serious liquid fortitude. I was too excited to eat, so the beer went straight to my head. I sat watching the door with my head spinning. Right on time, my wet dream walked in.
I’ll never forget how he looked. The outline of his pecs and a dusting of hair teased at his half buttoned, black silk shirt. The legs of his faded denim jeans embraced thighs and cupped his crotch. Like I said, sex on legs.
For the next three hours we shared beer and our lives. We talked the way you do when it’s new, tentative slowly revealing. The realisation that women didn’t do for us what they did for our mates. Coming out to friends and family and the repercussions. Relationship failures and one night stands.
I’ve already told him things I haven’t told others in years of knowing them. We talked the way you do when it’s forever.
We left the pub about ten minutes ago. A bit drunk and laughing at in-jokes we’ve created tonight.
Now we’re standing at the entrance to his building. Karl’s hand is steady on the nape of my neck, the other is on my hip. My right hand has the pleasure of feeling his heart beat through his shirt and the left, the delight of his muscular back. There is heat where our bellies, groins and legs are touching. I’m watching his parted lips as his tongue slips out to moisten them.
Am I always this breathless before a first kiss?
End
October ‘04
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Talk about some MAJOR build up, missy. This is so great. I hope you'll let Karl and David out to play more!
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Jo