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FIC: When Karl Met Eric (2/?)
FIC: When Karl Met Eric (Part Two)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: KU/EB
Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't know them, know their favourite ice cream flavor, or what they do behind closed doors. In MY world, they do this.
“KARL!!!”
Karl braced himself, and it was a good thing he did, because three of the men waiting in the lobby formed themselves into projectiles and launched at him, tackling him back into the wall.
“It’s about bloody fucking time!”
“How the hell have you been!”
“KARL!!”
Karl grinned back at Dom, Billy and Elijah. Elijah was bouncing up and down in excitement, and Karl could swear that he was trying not to giggle. It had been nearly six months since he had seen any of the three, and their enthusiasm was catching. He picked up Elijah, swinging him around in a circle while the younger man squealed delightedly.
“Oy, lads!” Bean shouted, trying to get things back under control. “Have any of you met Eric?”
Dom nodded, turning to Eric. Eric extended his hand, only to have it batted away as Dom leaned in for a hug. “Been a long time, Bana. How the fuck are you, mate?”
“Not too bad. Yourself?”
“Bloody fucking brilliant. Just got in from Hawaii, filming a pilot for tv, and you would not believe the surfing out there!”
“Or the women,” Billy added, grinning wickedly.
“Yeah, them too, they’re great.”
“Trust you to souse out the women straight away, Boyd,” Karl said.
“Well, a bloke’s got to have priorities, don’t he?”
“True, but yours are always just a bit too easy to figure out.”
Billy threw his hands up in the air. “So I’m predictable. No harm in that, eh?”
Sean stepped forward. “So, for those of you who aren’t Dominic, this is Eric Bana, Orli’s older brother.”
Elijah looked Eric up and down. “I can see the resemblance. That is, if Orlando were ever to put on a lot of muscle and sprout a couple of inches.”
Eric laughed. “He does what he can with what he’s got.”
“Which ain’t much, is it?” Orlando piped up, stepping over from the counter, holding a hotel key packet in one hand. “I believe that’s what you were going to add.”
“Orlando, mate! Good to see you!” Eric leaned forward, giving Orli a hug. The slighter man dropped a kiss on Eric’s cheek, and Karl suppressed the urge to growl at him.
** Calm yourself, Karl. One kiss, although true indeed it was one hell of a song, does not a proprietary claim make. **
“So, did you two find something to do to pass the time?”
“You mean you can’t smell it on them, Bean?”
Eric and Karl both started, and turned as one to stare at Orlando. They hadn’t been that obvious, had they?”
“What, drunk already?”
Eric heaved a sigh of relief. “Yah, mate, fucking pissed is what we are.”
“Not surprising, since Urban here drinks like a fish.”
“I got you drunk under the table a number of times, you lug, you,” Karl agreed.
“Not before Orli here had passed out there first.”
“Such a dilettante you are, Orli,” Dom put in.
“Why don’t we go and see about that, hobbit boy?”
“Yes, let’s indeed. There’s nothing I like more than a party with an open bar.”
“That’s God’s honest truth,” Billy muttered. Karl glanced at him, wondering if there was a story there that he hadn’t heard before. But the Scott had already turned and was heading towards the doors, apparently just as eager as Dom to be at the alcohol.
Eric and Sean had moved away already, and Elijah was bouncing around them, playing his “getting to know you” game with the taller man. Orlando stepped over to Karl and wrapped his arms around him.
“Missed you, big guy,” Orlando whispered, kissing him quickly, a smack on the lips.
“You two, elfy.”
They fell into step easily.
“So, how was the premiere?”
“Went well, I must say. The movie’s decent, no Rings, but then, what is?”
Karl nodded his agreement. He, too, had experienced the strange sensation of seeing his premieres post-Rings, and the peculiar mix of both pride and disappointment that each one had brought. “Nothing quite like those, huh?”
“But this one was fun, I have to say. And my lord, I hadn’t realized just quite how much time Brad spent naked. He has got one of the most delectable arses this side of Viggo that I’ve ever seen.”
Karl laughed. “Any onset hanky panky there?”
“Hmm, wouldn’t you like to know, ya great pervy bastard?” His eyes narrowed for a moment, and a sly grin crossed his lips. “Speaking of hanky-panky, how are you and Eric getting along?”
Karl glared at him.
“I thought so. I knew that it would be a good idea for him to pick you up. No way that you’d make it to the movie if he did, but plenty of time to -- ahem -- get to know one another.”
Karl stopped dead. “You set that up, didn’t you? Did you spike my tire, you flaming little prick?”
“No, of course not,” Orlando replied, mildly offered. “Just smart enough to seize the opportunity when it arose. And things did *arise*, I take it?”
“Not everyone is quite as quick to hop in the sack as you are, you little slut.”
“Ah, so my hopes of deathless romance were crushed?” Orlando pouted.
Karl blushed.
“Oh, perhaps not entirely then?”
“I will hang you from your pointy ears if you do not cease and desist, Bloom.”
“Let’s see -- that means that there was contact, but no shagging, right?”
Karl was, once again, amazed by Orlando’s sexual barometer. “If you must know, and apparently you must, you are correct. A bit of snogging, rudely interrupted by a phone call insisting that we accompany you lot to the party, or be attacked by the killer hobbits of cock-blocking.”
“There’s time for fucking later, Karl. Right now we all wanted to go and play with you. I’m sure that you and Eric will pick up right where you left off.”
“For your sake, and the stake of your immortal soul, you better be right.”
**********
Upon entering the club, after having smiled and made nice for the paparazzi (who were not, Eric noted with relief, being allowed inside) the two men nosed right up to the bar, taking a place next to Dom and Billy.
“We’ll see who’s got the better tolerance now, you pansy Scott.”
“No contest, love. You’ve gone soft on me. All that time out in Hawaii surfing and making nice with your new castmates, who surely haven’t seen the depraved side of you yet, for they’re still on speaking terms with you.”
“For your information, Bills, I have done a fair amount of drinking out in Hawaii. I’ll have you know that I’m a highly in-demand DJ, with a bar tab that the club picks up for me when I spin.”
“Perhaps, but drinks with little umbrellas and wee bits of fruit aren’t the same as shots, now are they?”
The bartender finally made his way down to them. “What’ll it be, gentlemen?”
“Tequila,” the two men replied in unison.
Sean grimaced, then turned to Eric. “Watch out for them, lad. They’ll be pissed in a minute and trying to dance with you.” He turned to the bartender. “Smithwick’s, please.”
“Sorry, sir, but we don’t carry that beer.”
Sean sighed. “Such is my luck. Pint of Bass, then?”
“Coming right up. And for you?”
“Make it two.”
They turned away from Billy and Dom, who were trying to convince the bartender that it would be much easier on him and in no way detrimental to his tips if he were just to leave two bottles of Blue Tarantula tequila on the bar next to them. Beers in hand, they retreated to a small table in the back of the room. Out of the corner of his eye Eric saw Orlando and Karl dancing. He inhaled sharply, the air cold and harsh against gritted teeth.
“See something that upsets you, mate?” Sean asked, face a study of innocence. He slid into the booth, patting the seat next to him.
“What?” Eric replied, playing stupid. He sat down, taking a large sip of his beer before placing it on the table in front of him. This one was for sipping; he’d already downed a fair amount of liquor, and the world was a little unsteady.
“You’re eyeing the dance floor as though it had offended your mother. Any tales to tell old Beanie, eh?”
“None that I can think of.”
“Well, I can think of one for you, then. How’d you like Karl?”
“He’s a nice bloke.”
“Indeed he is, Eric. But that’s not answering my question. How do you like Karl, then?”
Eric pursed his lips. Sean was one of the two people that he had told about his brief fancies on other men. Orlando, of course, had been informed about Ewan -- but not about the crush that had been held for him, that was a surety. Bean knew about both, and could sympathize with him about Orlando. But whether or not to tell Sean about this new, overwhelming infatuation with Karl was another story.
“Don’t try to bluff me out, mate. I’m the better poker player and we both know it.”
Eric sighed. “Fine, then, have it your way. I am hopelessly attracted to him.”
“You’ve been attracted to men before, Eric. It’s nothing to fear --”
“I kissed him, Beanie!” Eric hissed. “I kissed him, and not just in play or on a dare, but really kissed him. I’d probably be up there shagging his brains out if you hadn’t called, and it’s freaking me out just a might, okay!”
Sean sat back. He was silent for a long moment, sipping his beer. Eric began to panic, thinking about what had happened back in the hotel. His wife -- ** ex-wife, Eric **, he reminded himself -- and still friend would be shocked to know that he has kissed a man. And his children!
“Bloody hell, Sean, what am I going to do!” he shouted.
“It’s not all that serious, now, Eric --”
“Yes it is!” Eric cried. “I don’t know that I’ve ever felt like this about anyone, this for fuck’s sake bloody pull that I feel for him, and it’s not just that he’s a man, it’s that it’s happened so fucking fast. I’ve only known him for a few hours, I’ve only ever kissed him once -- and, well I feel like if I can’t touch him again I’ll die!”
Sean was stunned. “What?”
“I don’t know!” Eric slammed his empty beer down on the table.
“Get hold of yourself, mate,” Sean said, leaning over to pat Eric’s hand, which was now clenched tight enough around the empty beer glass to whiten the knuckles. “Everything’s going to be just fine. Now, take a deep breath and tell Sean all about it.”
************
Karl loved dancing with Orlando. The lad was fluid on the dance floor, just moving around as it pleased him to the music, always with a little lilt of sensuality under every movement. He seemed to find the beat of any song almost magically, as though it had been written and composed just for him to dance to. That was how he had slinked his way into Karl’s heart back in New Zealand, cementing a place there forever -- even though he had been overshadowed by the thought of Eric’s powerful arms -- with the intoxicating movements of his hips while dancing.
“Having a good time?” Orlando shouted into Karl’s ear over the blasting music.
‘Actually, I quite am.”
Suddenly Orlando gasped, then threw his hand over his mouth, giggling furiously. He spun Karl around and hissed into his ear. “Don’t stare, but look to your left.”
“What am I -- holy shite, that’s a sight I’d never have thought I’d see.”
The two of them tried not to gawk as a very, very drunk Brat Pitt danced a strange version of the lambada with an equally sloshed Elijah, both men grinning from ear to ear and enjoying themselves thoroughly.
“It’s a fuck of a good thing that no one allowed the press in here,” Orlando commented dryly.
“Indeed.”
A tap on the shoulder startled him, and from behind him Eric appeared. He looked a little more tipsy, and there was a smoldering glare in his eyes. Orlando stepped back, and it appeared to Karl that Eric was supressing a snarl at the younger man. Then a smile broke out on Eric’s face, and he clapped Orlando on the back.
“I’ve come to cut in on you, mate. Hope you don’t mind.” While the smile was friendly, the look in Eric’s eyes meant that Orlando better not mind, or he’d be in serious bodily harm.
“Go to, brother. I got him all warmed up for you.”
Eric swatted Orlando on the ass. “Shoo, then.”
Orlando swaggered off to greet Sean in the corner. Sean welcomed him warmly with a pint.
“Kate’s not going to like that,” Eric muttered.
“What?” Karl frowned.
“Kate, Orli’s girl. She’s getting a bit annoyed with him, spending so much time getting pissed with his mates.”
“Well, what about all the time he spends shagging his mates?’
“I’m not sure that she’s aware of that yet. But just you wait, it’ll catch up to him someday.”
“Enough about Orlando,” Karl said, grabbing Eric around the waist and pulling him closer. “Time for dancing.”
The two men moved together easily, although not quite with the gleeful abandon of Brad and Elijah. They moved like they had been cut out of the same piece of marble, and were being joined back together by some celestial process of electronic music and alcohol. Seamlessly they flowed into each other, hands moving over backs and hips moving close together. Eric had never danced like this with another man, and the sensation was both odd and entirely pleasant. He had never felt so well matched in a partner before, and Karl apparently felt the same way.
** Damn, I am really falling for him, aren’t I? ** Eric wondered. ** Now or never, Bana. Now before you talk yourself out of something you want. **
Eric stopped dancing. Karl frowned, but his eyes widened hungrily as Eric leaned forward to claim his mouth for a kiss. Tongues swirled together, fingers clutched through all-too confining fabric, and the two men pressed themselves into one another as though trying to fuse together.
“Fuck *me*,” Karl murmured as they finally broke apart.
“Is that a request?” Eric purred into his ear.
“That it is, big guy.” Karl took a step back, then glanced around him and laughed. Raising, his voice, he continued. “Feel free to put your eyes back in your head, fellas.”
Dom and Billy had the good grace to blush, but that may have been more of a flush caused by the empty tequila bottles sitting in front of them.
“Was wondering when you were going to get some, Karl. I doubt that Matt Damon put out for you.”
“Stuff it, short man.”
Dom drew himself up to his full 5’6”. “I’m not that short, mate, where it counts, and you’d best remember that.”
“Uh-huh.” Karl turned back to Eric, whose blush quite probably was from making a spectacle of himself in front of the others. “How's about we get out of here, and go back to that pile of liquor we left in your room?”
“Nothing would please me more.”
******************************************************************************
Karl’s back slammed into the wall as Eric attacked him, cursing and ripping at his shirt.
“Careful, mate,” Karl managed to get out between heated kisses. “It’s not mine.”
Eric chuckled, laughter rumbling deeply in his throat. “I doubt that the owner’s going to care about a few popped buttons.”
“Well, then, godspeed.”
Karl closed his eyes as Eric began to nibble on his earlobe, delicate little bites that he would not have expected from so physically commanding a man. Hands traced delicate lines over his bare chest, fingernails raking the skin of his back gently, causing him to gasp. Eric murmured into his ear, little nonsense words, the heavy breath sending electric tingling sensations up and down his spine.
“Eric --” Karl groaned.
“Indeed, that is I.” He pulled back to smile wickedly into Karl’s face. “Something that you want?”
“Stupid bugger, that was not a greeting, but a sigh of pleasure. I suggest that you learn the difference.”
“Really, now?” Eric didn’t wait for Karl to respond, but dropped to his knees in front of him, fumbling frantcially with the zip on his jeans. Karl held his breath, not realizing he was doing so, as Eric jerked his trousers down, ripping them off to throw them in the corner. Karl was suffering a ridiculous hard-on. Eric grabbed him by the hips, holding him in place, and proceeded to lean forward and take his length into his mouth.
“Holy fucking Christ,” Karl breathed.
Eric rocked back on his heels. “Now, bear with me, mate, because I haven’t done this before, and I’m a bit drunk and not sure what I’m doing, so --”
“Eric --”
“Yes?”
“Shut up and blow me, you big nancing Aussie.”
Eric sighed. “Leave it to a Kiwi to spoil the moment.” Without wating for Karl to respond he leaned back in to continue the job he had started.
Karl was being strong, he really was. He was trying not to rush Eric, who was giving quite a good blow job for his first go at it. Actually, he was fucking brilliant. A natural, truth be told. And --
“Oh, god, Eric, stop, I’m going to come, and not yet, not yet --”
Eric stood quickly. “What do you want, then?”
“What do you think? You said earlier that you’d fuck me, and I’m holding you to it, big guy.”
Eric growled, and -- with even more strength than Karl had figured that he possessed in his tall, muscle-y frame, tossed him across the room and onto the bed. He stalked towards him, eyes glazing over with lust, unbuttoning his pants and ripping his shirt over his head. He stood next to the bed, trembling, and Karl licked his lips.
“Come on, mate. Don’t just stand there like a bloody great pansy. Get over here and fuck me.”
Eric leapt onto the bed, wrapping his arms around Karl and kissing him violently. Karl gave himself over to the kiss, allowing Eric to take control. He wanted Eric to possess him, to -- to *break* him. Eric fliped him over roughly and, with a qucik intake of breath ghosted his fingers over Karl’s arse.
“Hold on, loverboy. Let me go grab a rubber.” Eric flung himself from the bed and ransacked his bag, muttering and cursing and kicking things in his way. Finally, he found what he was looking for, and hurled himself back onto the bed. Karl had to grin to himself at Eric’s enthusiasm.
Eric unwrapped the condom and rolled it down over his cock. Karl bit his lower lip, staring at Eric’s rather, well, large member. ** My goodness, you are a big boy, aren’t you? **
“You just gonna kneel there with yourself hanging out, or are you going to do anything with that big thing there?”
“Karl, shut up and let me fuck you.”
“Okay.”
Eric grabbed him, pulling him close. He was a bit scared, truth be told, since he had never done this sort of thing before. But he knew that if he didn’t fuck Karl soon, he was going to die. Literally, physically going to die. He could not have ever imagined wanting someone this badly. So, gathering his courage, he thrust forward gently, carefully, and entered Karl.
“Fuck!” Karl gasped, as Eric began to move slowly inside of him.
“That’s what I’m doing here, I hope,” Eric muttered.
Eric began to move a little faster, relishing the tightness. Karl lolled his head backwards, moaning, murmuring unintelligable words as Eric thrust in and out, back and forth, faster and faster with each thrust, picking up speed as Karl began to thrust back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust, and Eric began to grunt with effort, slamming faster and faster into the man in front of him, responding to Karl’s groans. He grabbed Karl’s hips, bracing against them, thrusting deeper, fuller, trying to merge himself into the other man, trying to fuck him into himself. Eric’s vision began to blur, and he knew that he was close, but not yet, please god, not yet, and he thrust in as deep as he could go, then paused, gathering his breath, but Karl was pleading with him, telling him he needed him, oh god, and he couldn’t wait, couldn’t hold out any longer, and he lost control of his body, and moved away from himself, watching himself fuck Karl into the bed, and then he was coming, and so was Karl, and Eric almost lost touch with reality for a moment as the sensation washed over him, and then he collapsed onto the bed, and was somehow in Karl’s arms, and he lay there, spent, both of them breathing hard, covered in sweat and completely exhausted.
“Fuck, mate,” Karl moaned before dropping a kiss on Eric’s cheek.
“Jaysus, man, again?”
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: KU/EB
Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't know them, know their favourite ice cream flavor, or what they do behind closed doors. In MY world, they do this.
“KARL!!!”
Karl braced himself, and it was a good thing he did, because three of the men waiting in the lobby formed themselves into projectiles and launched at him, tackling him back into the wall.
“It’s about bloody fucking time!”
“How the hell have you been!”
“KARL!!”
Karl grinned back at Dom, Billy and Elijah. Elijah was bouncing up and down in excitement, and Karl could swear that he was trying not to giggle. It had been nearly six months since he had seen any of the three, and their enthusiasm was catching. He picked up Elijah, swinging him around in a circle while the younger man squealed delightedly.
“Oy, lads!” Bean shouted, trying to get things back under control. “Have any of you met Eric?”
Dom nodded, turning to Eric. Eric extended his hand, only to have it batted away as Dom leaned in for a hug. “Been a long time, Bana. How the fuck are you, mate?”
“Not too bad. Yourself?”
“Bloody fucking brilliant. Just got in from Hawaii, filming a pilot for tv, and you would not believe the surfing out there!”
“Or the women,” Billy added, grinning wickedly.
“Yeah, them too, they’re great.”
“Trust you to souse out the women straight away, Boyd,” Karl said.
“Well, a bloke’s got to have priorities, don’t he?”
“True, but yours are always just a bit too easy to figure out.”
Billy threw his hands up in the air. “So I’m predictable. No harm in that, eh?”
Sean stepped forward. “So, for those of you who aren’t Dominic, this is Eric Bana, Orli’s older brother.”
Elijah looked Eric up and down. “I can see the resemblance. That is, if Orlando were ever to put on a lot of muscle and sprout a couple of inches.”
Eric laughed. “He does what he can with what he’s got.”
“Which ain’t much, is it?” Orlando piped up, stepping over from the counter, holding a hotel key packet in one hand. “I believe that’s what you were going to add.”
“Orlando, mate! Good to see you!” Eric leaned forward, giving Orli a hug. The slighter man dropped a kiss on Eric’s cheek, and Karl suppressed the urge to growl at him.
** Calm yourself, Karl. One kiss, although true indeed it was one hell of a song, does not a proprietary claim make. **
“So, did you two find something to do to pass the time?”
“You mean you can’t smell it on them, Bean?”
Eric and Karl both started, and turned as one to stare at Orlando. They hadn’t been that obvious, had they?”
“What, drunk already?”
Eric heaved a sigh of relief. “Yah, mate, fucking pissed is what we are.”
“Not surprising, since Urban here drinks like a fish.”
“I got you drunk under the table a number of times, you lug, you,” Karl agreed.
“Not before Orli here had passed out there first.”
“Such a dilettante you are, Orli,” Dom put in.
“Why don’t we go and see about that, hobbit boy?”
“Yes, let’s indeed. There’s nothing I like more than a party with an open bar.”
“That’s God’s honest truth,” Billy muttered. Karl glanced at him, wondering if there was a story there that he hadn’t heard before. But the Scott had already turned and was heading towards the doors, apparently just as eager as Dom to be at the alcohol.
Eric and Sean had moved away already, and Elijah was bouncing around them, playing his “getting to know you” game with the taller man. Orlando stepped over to Karl and wrapped his arms around him.
“Missed you, big guy,” Orlando whispered, kissing him quickly, a smack on the lips.
“You two, elfy.”
They fell into step easily.
“So, how was the premiere?”
“Went well, I must say. The movie’s decent, no Rings, but then, what is?”
Karl nodded his agreement. He, too, had experienced the strange sensation of seeing his premieres post-Rings, and the peculiar mix of both pride and disappointment that each one had brought. “Nothing quite like those, huh?”
“But this one was fun, I have to say. And my lord, I hadn’t realized just quite how much time Brad spent naked. He has got one of the most delectable arses this side of Viggo that I’ve ever seen.”
Karl laughed. “Any onset hanky panky there?”
“Hmm, wouldn’t you like to know, ya great pervy bastard?” His eyes narrowed for a moment, and a sly grin crossed his lips. “Speaking of hanky-panky, how are you and Eric getting along?”
Karl glared at him.
“I thought so. I knew that it would be a good idea for him to pick you up. No way that you’d make it to the movie if he did, but plenty of time to -- ahem -- get to know one another.”
Karl stopped dead. “You set that up, didn’t you? Did you spike my tire, you flaming little prick?”
“No, of course not,” Orlando replied, mildly offered. “Just smart enough to seize the opportunity when it arose. And things did *arise*, I take it?”
“Not everyone is quite as quick to hop in the sack as you are, you little slut.”
“Ah, so my hopes of deathless romance were crushed?” Orlando pouted.
Karl blushed.
“Oh, perhaps not entirely then?”
“I will hang you from your pointy ears if you do not cease and desist, Bloom.”
“Let’s see -- that means that there was contact, but no shagging, right?”
Karl was, once again, amazed by Orlando’s sexual barometer. “If you must know, and apparently you must, you are correct. A bit of snogging, rudely interrupted by a phone call insisting that we accompany you lot to the party, or be attacked by the killer hobbits of cock-blocking.”
“There’s time for fucking later, Karl. Right now we all wanted to go and play with you. I’m sure that you and Eric will pick up right where you left off.”
“For your sake, and the stake of your immortal soul, you better be right.”
**********
Upon entering the club, after having smiled and made nice for the paparazzi (who were not, Eric noted with relief, being allowed inside) the two men nosed right up to the bar, taking a place next to Dom and Billy.
“We’ll see who’s got the better tolerance now, you pansy Scott.”
“No contest, love. You’ve gone soft on me. All that time out in Hawaii surfing and making nice with your new castmates, who surely haven’t seen the depraved side of you yet, for they’re still on speaking terms with you.”
“For your information, Bills, I have done a fair amount of drinking out in Hawaii. I’ll have you know that I’m a highly in-demand DJ, with a bar tab that the club picks up for me when I spin.”
“Perhaps, but drinks with little umbrellas and wee bits of fruit aren’t the same as shots, now are they?”
The bartender finally made his way down to them. “What’ll it be, gentlemen?”
“Tequila,” the two men replied in unison.
Sean grimaced, then turned to Eric. “Watch out for them, lad. They’ll be pissed in a minute and trying to dance with you.” He turned to the bartender. “Smithwick’s, please.”
“Sorry, sir, but we don’t carry that beer.”
Sean sighed. “Such is my luck. Pint of Bass, then?”
“Coming right up. And for you?”
“Make it two.”
They turned away from Billy and Dom, who were trying to convince the bartender that it would be much easier on him and in no way detrimental to his tips if he were just to leave two bottles of Blue Tarantula tequila on the bar next to them. Beers in hand, they retreated to a small table in the back of the room. Out of the corner of his eye Eric saw Orlando and Karl dancing. He inhaled sharply, the air cold and harsh against gritted teeth.
“See something that upsets you, mate?” Sean asked, face a study of innocence. He slid into the booth, patting the seat next to him.
“What?” Eric replied, playing stupid. He sat down, taking a large sip of his beer before placing it on the table in front of him. This one was for sipping; he’d already downed a fair amount of liquor, and the world was a little unsteady.
“You’re eyeing the dance floor as though it had offended your mother. Any tales to tell old Beanie, eh?”
“None that I can think of.”
“Well, I can think of one for you, then. How’d you like Karl?”
“He’s a nice bloke.”
“Indeed he is, Eric. But that’s not answering my question. How do you like Karl, then?”
Eric pursed his lips. Sean was one of the two people that he had told about his brief fancies on other men. Orlando, of course, had been informed about Ewan -- but not about the crush that had been held for him, that was a surety. Bean knew about both, and could sympathize with him about Orlando. But whether or not to tell Sean about this new, overwhelming infatuation with Karl was another story.
“Don’t try to bluff me out, mate. I’m the better poker player and we both know it.”
Eric sighed. “Fine, then, have it your way. I am hopelessly attracted to him.”
“You’ve been attracted to men before, Eric. It’s nothing to fear --”
“I kissed him, Beanie!” Eric hissed. “I kissed him, and not just in play or on a dare, but really kissed him. I’d probably be up there shagging his brains out if you hadn’t called, and it’s freaking me out just a might, okay!”
Sean sat back. He was silent for a long moment, sipping his beer. Eric began to panic, thinking about what had happened back in the hotel. His wife -- ** ex-wife, Eric **, he reminded himself -- and still friend would be shocked to know that he has kissed a man. And his children!
“Bloody hell, Sean, what am I going to do!” he shouted.
“It’s not all that serious, now, Eric --”
“Yes it is!” Eric cried. “I don’t know that I’ve ever felt like this about anyone, this for fuck’s sake bloody pull that I feel for him, and it’s not just that he’s a man, it’s that it’s happened so fucking fast. I’ve only known him for a few hours, I’ve only ever kissed him once -- and, well I feel like if I can’t touch him again I’ll die!”
Sean was stunned. “What?”
“I don’t know!” Eric slammed his empty beer down on the table.
“Get hold of yourself, mate,” Sean said, leaning over to pat Eric’s hand, which was now clenched tight enough around the empty beer glass to whiten the knuckles. “Everything’s going to be just fine. Now, take a deep breath and tell Sean all about it.”
************
Karl loved dancing with Orlando. The lad was fluid on the dance floor, just moving around as it pleased him to the music, always with a little lilt of sensuality under every movement. He seemed to find the beat of any song almost magically, as though it had been written and composed just for him to dance to. That was how he had slinked his way into Karl’s heart back in New Zealand, cementing a place there forever -- even though he had been overshadowed by the thought of Eric’s powerful arms -- with the intoxicating movements of his hips while dancing.
“Having a good time?” Orlando shouted into Karl’s ear over the blasting music.
‘Actually, I quite am.”
Suddenly Orlando gasped, then threw his hand over his mouth, giggling furiously. He spun Karl around and hissed into his ear. “Don’t stare, but look to your left.”
“What am I -- holy shite, that’s a sight I’d never have thought I’d see.”
The two of them tried not to gawk as a very, very drunk Brat Pitt danced a strange version of the lambada with an equally sloshed Elijah, both men grinning from ear to ear and enjoying themselves thoroughly.
“It’s a fuck of a good thing that no one allowed the press in here,” Orlando commented dryly.
“Indeed.”
A tap on the shoulder startled him, and from behind him Eric appeared. He looked a little more tipsy, and there was a smoldering glare in his eyes. Orlando stepped back, and it appeared to Karl that Eric was supressing a snarl at the younger man. Then a smile broke out on Eric’s face, and he clapped Orlando on the back.
“I’ve come to cut in on you, mate. Hope you don’t mind.” While the smile was friendly, the look in Eric’s eyes meant that Orlando better not mind, or he’d be in serious bodily harm.
“Go to, brother. I got him all warmed up for you.”
Eric swatted Orlando on the ass. “Shoo, then.”
Orlando swaggered off to greet Sean in the corner. Sean welcomed him warmly with a pint.
“Kate’s not going to like that,” Eric muttered.
“What?” Karl frowned.
“Kate, Orli’s girl. She’s getting a bit annoyed with him, spending so much time getting pissed with his mates.”
“Well, what about all the time he spends shagging his mates?’
“I’m not sure that she’s aware of that yet. But just you wait, it’ll catch up to him someday.”
“Enough about Orlando,” Karl said, grabbing Eric around the waist and pulling him closer. “Time for dancing.”
The two men moved together easily, although not quite with the gleeful abandon of Brad and Elijah. They moved like they had been cut out of the same piece of marble, and were being joined back together by some celestial process of electronic music and alcohol. Seamlessly they flowed into each other, hands moving over backs and hips moving close together. Eric had never danced like this with another man, and the sensation was both odd and entirely pleasant. He had never felt so well matched in a partner before, and Karl apparently felt the same way.
** Damn, I am really falling for him, aren’t I? ** Eric wondered. ** Now or never, Bana. Now before you talk yourself out of something you want. **
Eric stopped dancing. Karl frowned, but his eyes widened hungrily as Eric leaned forward to claim his mouth for a kiss. Tongues swirled together, fingers clutched through all-too confining fabric, and the two men pressed themselves into one another as though trying to fuse together.
“Fuck *me*,” Karl murmured as they finally broke apart.
“Is that a request?” Eric purred into his ear.
“That it is, big guy.” Karl took a step back, then glanced around him and laughed. Raising, his voice, he continued. “Feel free to put your eyes back in your head, fellas.”
Dom and Billy had the good grace to blush, but that may have been more of a flush caused by the empty tequila bottles sitting in front of them.
“Was wondering when you were going to get some, Karl. I doubt that Matt Damon put out for you.”
“Stuff it, short man.”
Dom drew himself up to his full 5’6”. “I’m not that short, mate, where it counts, and you’d best remember that.”
“Uh-huh.” Karl turned back to Eric, whose blush quite probably was from making a spectacle of himself in front of the others. “How's about we get out of here, and go back to that pile of liquor we left in your room?”
“Nothing would please me more.”
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Karl’s back slammed into the wall as Eric attacked him, cursing and ripping at his shirt.
“Careful, mate,” Karl managed to get out between heated kisses. “It’s not mine.”
Eric chuckled, laughter rumbling deeply in his throat. “I doubt that the owner’s going to care about a few popped buttons.”
“Well, then, godspeed.”
Karl closed his eyes as Eric began to nibble on his earlobe, delicate little bites that he would not have expected from so physically commanding a man. Hands traced delicate lines over his bare chest, fingernails raking the skin of his back gently, causing him to gasp. Eric murmured into his ear, little nonsense words, the heavy breath sending electric tingling sensations up and down his spine.
“Eric --” Karl groaned.
“Indeed, that is I.” He pulled back to smile wickedly into Karl’s face. “Something that you want?”
“Stupid bugger, that was not a greeting, but a sigh of pleasure. I suggest that you learn the difference.”
“Really, now?” Eric didn’t wait for Karl to respond, but dropped to his knees in front of him, fumbling frantcially with the zip on his jeans. Karl held his breath, not realizing he was doing so, as Eric jerked his trousers down, ripping them off to throw them in the corner. Karl was suffering a ridiculous hard-on. Eric grabbed him by the hips, holding him in place, and proceeded to lean forward and take his length into his mouth.
“Holy fucking Christ,” Karl breathed.
Eric rocked back on his heels. “Now, bear with me, mate, because I haven’t done this before, and I’m a bit drunk and not sure what I’m doing, so --”
“Eric --”
“Yes?”
“Shut up and blow me, you big nancing Aussie.”
Eric sighed. “Leave it to a Kiwi to spoil the moment.” Without wating for Karl to respond he leaned back in to continue the job he had started.
Karl was being strong, he really was. He was trying not to rush Eric, who was giving quite a good blow job for his first go at it. Actually, he was fucking brilliant. A natural, truth be told. And --
“Oh, god, Eric, stop, I’m going to come, and not yet, not yet --”
Eric stood quickly. “What do you want, then?”
“What do you think? You said earlier that you’d fuck me, and I’m holding you to it, big guy.”
Eric growled, and -- with even more strength than Karl had figured that he possessed in his tall, muscle-y frame, tossed him across the room and onto the bed. He stalked towards him, eyes glazing over with lust, unbuttoning his pants and ripping his shirt over his head. He stood next to the bed, trembling, and Karl licked his lips.
“Come on, mate. Don’t just stand there like a bloody great pansy. Get over here and fuck me.”
Eric leapt onto the bed, wrapping his arms around Karl and kissing him violently. Karl gave himself over to the kiss, allowing Eric to take control. He wanted Eric to possess him, to -- to *break* him. Eric fliped him over roughly and, with a qucik intake of breath ghosted his fingers over Karl’s arse.
“Hold on, loverboy. Let me go grab a rubber.” Eric flung himself from the bed and ransacked his bag, muttering and cursing and kicking things in his way. Finally, he found what he was looking for, and hurled himself back onto the bed. Karl had to grin to himself at Eric’s enthusiasm.
Eric unwrapped the condom and rolled it down over his cock. Karl bit his lower lip, staring at Eric’s rather, well, large member. ** My goodness, you are a big boy, aren’t you? **
“You just gonna kneel there with yourself hanging out, or are you going to do anything with that big thing there?”
“Karl, shut up and let me fuck you.”
“Okay.”
Eric grabbed him, pulling him close. He was a bit scared, truth be told, since he had never done this sort of thing before. But he knew that if he didn’t fuck Karl soon, he was going to die. Literally, physically going to die. He could not have ever imagined wanting someone this badly. So, gathering his courage, he thrust forward gently, carefully, and entered Karl.
“Fuck!” Karl gasped, as Eric began to move slowly inside of him.
“That’s what I’m doing here, I hope,” Eric muttered.
Eric began to move a little faster, relishing the tightness. Karl lolled his head backwards, moaning, murmuring unintelligable words as Eric thrust in and out, back and forth, faster and faster with each thrust, picking up speed as Karl began to thrust back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust, and Eric began to grunt with effort, slamming faster and faster into the man in front of him, responding to Karl’s groans. He grabbed Karl’s hips, bracing against them, thrusting deeper, fuller, trying to merge himself into the other man, trying to fuck him into himself. Eric’s vision began to blur, and he knew that he was close, but not yet, please god, not yet, and he thrust in as deep as he could go, then paused, gathering his breath, but Karl was pleading with him, telling him he needed him, oh god, and he couldn’t wait, couldn’t hold out any longer, and he lost control of his body, and moved away from himself, watching himself fuck Karl into the bed, and then he was coming, and so was Karl, and Eric almost lost touch with reality for a moment as the sensation washed over him, and then he collapsed onto the bed, and was somehow in Karl’s arms, and he lay there, spent, both of them breathing hard, covered in sweat and completely exhausted.
“Fuck, mate,” Karl moaned before dropping a kiss on Eric’s cheek.
“Jaysus, man, again?”