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FIC: Crush (Craig/ Karl, NC-17)
Title: Crush
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jenmstar
E-mail: jenstar2421@yahoo.com
Pairing: Craig/Karl
Rating: NC-17
Archive:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fellow_shippers
Disclaimer: This is all fiction.
Summary: PWP
Thanks: Thanks to my wonderful betajennandanica
“Welcome to my place,” Craig said as he held the door open for Karl to enter.
He blushed a little as Karl’s chest brushed his as Karl moved past him. He had had a crush on Karl since they had worked together on Xena. Unfortunately, Karl’s interest at that time had leaned more toward the well built cameraman than Craig. Still, Craig had always regretted that he hadn’t tried harder to attract his friend’s attention.
‘Oh well, better late than never,’ he thought to himself almost bitterly as he closed the door.
“Nice place you got here,” Karl said as he walked down the hallway.
“Well, it’s home,” Craig replied, paying more attention to Karl’s ass in front of him than whatever it was that Karl was looking at.
“It feels like a home,” Karl said as he found the living room and headed in.
“What do you mean?” Craig asked sitting himself down on the couch and gesturing for Karl to do the same.
“I don’t know exactly,” Karl replied, settling down into the couch. “Something about this place just feels good, comfortable. It’s got a good vibe, aura, something.”
Craig snorted. “You’ve been hanging out with Vig too much.”
Karl laughed. “Yeah, probably. I just like this place. Better than that place you lived in while we were working on Xena.”
“You remember that place?” Craig asked, a little surprised.
“Yeah,” Karl said, “Nice place, but it didn’t feel like you.”
Craig shrugged, unsure of how to respond. Reaching for the remote, he asked, “Rugby?”
“Of course,” Karl replied. “That’s why I’m here, right?”
Craig offered a small smile in response to Karl’s grin. He quickly turned on the television and found the proper station before dashing off to the kitchen for a couple of beers.
They sat in silence watching the game, both pairs of eyes trained on the screen. After a while, Karl began to yawn with more and more frequency.
“Late night, mate?” Craig asked.
“Yeah, the Hobbits and Orli drug me out clubbing,” Karl responded, yawning again.
“You want to just give up on the game then?” Craig asked.
“Nah,” Karl replied. “I want to spend some time with you. We haven’t gotten to hang out a lot lately and I miss you.”
“Oh, ok,” Craig replied. “Do you want to at least lie down for a bit?”
“Sure,” said Karl and promptly lay down with his head in Craig’s lap.
At first Craig was a bit surprised but after a few minutes of watching the rise and fall of his friend’s chest, he gradually began to relax. Eventually he let his hand come to rest on Karl’s head. Almost reflexively, he began to run his fingers though the silky dark strands. He worked his fingers farther down into the think mop until he was massaging Karl’s scalp.
At the sensation, Karl shifted slightly in Craig’s lap and moaned softly.
At hearing Karl make such a noise because of him, all the blood in Craig's body rushed straight to his groin. He shifted restlessly trying to keep his erection from being noticed by Karl.
He figured he hadn’t succeeded when Karl turned his face up to meet Craig’s eyes and said with a small laugh, “You must really like rugby, mate.”
Craig blushed furiously and struggled to find a response.
“You know, you’re really cute when you blush,” Karl said, lifting his hand and settling it on his friend’s waist.
At that remark, Craig just blushed even more, but still couldn’t find words. Finally he managed to squeak out, “Really?”
“Yeah,” Karl said. “But,” he continued, his hand running down Craig’s body until he was cupping Craig between the legs, “I bet you’re gorgeous when you come.” He punctuated the last word with a small squeeze.
“Oh hell,” Craig said with a gasp, his head falling back, eyes closed. He struggled for breath as Karl’s fingers worked his zipper down.
As Karl’s fingers found their way into Craig’s jeans, he grinned up at Craig. “No underwear, mate?”
“I was going to do laundry yesterday,” Craig managed to groan out, “but PJ changed the schedule at the last minute and I had to be on set.”
“It’s just as well," Karl said, slowly stroking Craig, "makes it
easier."
"Makes what easier?" Craig asked between moans.
"This," Karl said and took Craig into his mouth.
Craig moaned loudly and tightened his hand in Karl's hair as Karl began to suck harder. Karl paused for a moment to strip Craig out of his jean, then one of Karl's hands wrapped around the base of Craig's erection while the other slowly caressed Craig's balls as he returned to pleasuring Craig with his mouth.
Craig didn't know if he had ever been so turned on in his life. He knew he was very close to coming and tried to warn Karl. In response, Karl simply released Craig's balls and let his fingers slip back and circle Craig's entrance. At the feel of Karl touching him in such a way, Craig couldn't hold back any longer and came with a shout into the warmth of Karl's mouth.
Seeing the dazed look on his friend's face, Karl pulled Craig down so he was lying next to him on the couch. "You ok?" he asked, gently brushing a lock of hair back from Craig's forehead.
"Yeah," Craig said. "You just surprised me a bit. Never knew you were interested in me like that."
Karl laughed. "Have been ever since our Xena days. I just didn't think I had a chance."
"Why?" Craig asked.
"I thought you were with Emily," Karl said.
"Emily from makeup?" Craig asked.
"Yeah," Karl said.
"Why would you think that?" Craig asked.
"You two were always together. Laughing over inside jokes, giving each other knowing looks..." Karl trailed off.
"...bonding over how we both had a crush on you," Craig finished.
"Really?" Karl asked.
"Yeah," Craig said, wrapping his arms around Karl and pulling him into a tight embrace.
"Well then," Karl said, "we've got a lot of time to make up for, don't you think?"
"Yeah," Craig said, kissing Karl, "I think we do..."
Author:
jenmstar E-mail: jenstar2421@yahoo.com
Pairing: Craig/Karl
Rating: NC-17
Archive:
fellow_shippersDisclaimer: This is all fiction.
Summary: PWP
Thanks: Thanks to my wonderful beta
jennandanica“Welcome to my place,” Craig said as he held the door open for Karl to enter.
He blushed a little as Karl’s chest brushed his as Karl moved past him. He had had a crush on Karl since they had worked together on Xena. Unfortunately, Karl’s interest at that time had leaned more toward the well built cameraman than Craig. Still, Craig had always regretted that he hadn’t tried harder to attract his friend’s attention.
‘Oh well, better late than never,’ he thought to himself almost bitterly as he closed the door.
“Nice place you got here,” Karl said as he walked down the hallway.
“Well, it’s home,” Craig replied, paying more attention to Karl’s ass in front of him than whatever it was that Karl was looking at.
“It feels like a home,” Karl said as he found the living room and headed in.
“What do you mean?” Craig asked sitting himself down on the couch and gesturing for Karl to do the same.
“I don’t know exactly,” Karl replied, settling down into the couch. “Something about this place just feels good, comfortable. It’s got a good vibe, aura, something.”
Craig snorted. “You’ve been hanging out with Vig too much.”
Karl laughed. “Yeah, probably. I just like this place. Better than that place you lived in while we were working on Xena.”
“You remember that place?” Craig asked, a little surprised.
“Yeah,” Karl said, “Nice place, but it didn’t feel like you.”
Craig shrugged, unsure of how to respond. Reaching for the remote, he asked, “Rugby?”
“Of course,” Karl replied. “That’s why I’m here, right?”
Craig offered a small smile in response to Karl’s grin. He quickly turned on the television and found the proper station before dashing off to the kitchen for a couple of beers.
They sat in silence watching the game, both pairs of eyes trained on the screen. After a while, Karl began to yawn with more and more frequency.
“Late night, mate?” Craig asked.
“Yeah, the Hobbits and Orli drug me out clubbing,” Karl responded, yawning again.
“You want to just give up on the game then?” Craig asked.
“Nah,” Karl replied. “I want to spend some time with you. We haven’t gotten to hang out a lot lately and I miss you.”
“Oh, ok,” Craig replied. “Do you want to at least lie down for a bit?”
“Sure,” said Karl and promptly lay down with his head in Craig’s lap.
At first Craig was a bit surprised but after a few minutes of watching the rise and fall of his friend’s chest, he gradually began to relax. Eventually he let his hand come to rest on Karl’s head. Almost reflexively, he began to run his fingers though the silky dark strands. He worked his fingers farther down into the think mop until he was massaging Karl’s scalp.
At the sensation, Karl shifted slightly in Craig’s lap and moaned softly.
At hearing Karl make such a noise because of him, all the blood in Craig's body rushed straight to his groin. He shifted restlessly trying to keep his erection from being noticed by Karl.
He figured he hadn’t succeeded when Karl turned his face up to meet Craig’s eyes and said with a small laugh, “You must really like rugby, mate.”
Craig blushed furiously and struggled to find a response.
“You know, you’re really cute when you blush,” Karl said, lifting his hand and settling it on his friend’s waist.
At that remark, Craig just blushed even more, but still couldn’t find words. Finally he managed to squeak out, “Really?”
“Yeah,” Karl said. “But,” he continued, his hand running down Craig’s body until he was cupping Craig between the legs, “I bet you’re gorgeous when you come.” He punctuated the last word with a small squeeze.
“Oh hell,” Craig said with a gasp, his head falling back, eyes closed. He struggled for breath as Karl’s fingers worked his zipper down.
As Karl’s fingers found their way into Craig’s jeans, he grinned up at Craig. “No underwear, mate?”
“I was going to do laundry yesterday,” Craig managed to groan out, “but PJ changed the schedule at the last minute and I had to be on set.”
“It’s just as well," Karl said, slowly stroking Craig, "makes it
easier."
"Makes what easier?" Craig asked between moans.
"This," Karl said and took Craig into his mouth.
Craig moaned loudly and tightened his hand in Karl's hair as Karl began to suck harder. Karl paused for a moment to strip Craig out of his jean, then one of Karl's hands wrapped around the base of Craig's erection while the other slowly caressed Craig's balls as he returned to pleasuring Craig with his mouth.
Craig didn't know if he had ever been so turned on in his life. He knew he was very close to coming and tried to warn Karl. In response, Karl simply released Craig's balls and let his fingers slip back and circle Craig's entrance. At the feel of Karl touching him in such a way, Craig couldn't hold back any longer and came with a shout into the warmth of Karl's mouth.
Seeing the dazed look on his friend's face, Karl pulled Craig down so he was lying next to him on the couch. "You ok?" he asked, gently brushing a lock of hair back from Craig's forehead.
"Yeah," Craig said. "You just surprised me a bit. Never knew you were interested in me like that."
Karl laughed. "Have been ever since our Xena days. I just didn't think I had a chance."
"Why?" Craig asked.
"I thought you were with Emily," Karl said.
"Emily from makeup?" Craig asked.
"Yeah," Karl said.
"Why would you think that?" Craig asked.
"You two were always together. Laughing over inside jokes, giving each other knowing looks..." Karl trailed off.
"...bonding over how we both had a crush on you," Craig finished.
"Really?" Karl asked.
"Yeah," Craig said, wrapping his arms around Karl and pulling him into a tight embrace.
"Well then," Karl said, "we've got a lot of time to make up for, don't you think?"
"Yeah," Craig said, kissing Karl, "I think we do..."
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