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Fic: Party Animal 5/? Karl/Orlando - R
Title: Party Animal 5/?
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: R - NC17
Archive: Beyond the Fellowship and http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Sugar_Britches/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nix@nixxe.co.uk + seans_muse@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: If PJ ever threw a party like this we’re sure Orlando and Karl never did this…though if they did why weren’t we given invites?
Warnings: Real Person Slash – meaning these are based on real people, whether they really do this stuff is up to them... but if they want to share I’d not say no to a nice seat nearby and a bucket of popcorn.
Authors notes: This is written as part of a RPG. Orlando belongs to Chelle and Karl belongs to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the other. Written in third person with thoughts as ‘//...//’ And emphasis as ‘*…*’
(Party Animal 5/?)
‘It don't come from what I do
No real communication moves out of my face.’
Peter Gabriel: Waiting for the big one
Orlando swallowed, startled at the heat of the anger rolling off this guy. Man, he'd expected a reaction, but... Well, this wasn't it!
He tried to make his heart stop beating so fast, would've snatched his hand away if Urban didn't have so damn good a grip on it. //Danger, danger, Will-Fucking-Robinson! Take a breath, OB. Damn if this one isn't full of himself. Whew.//
"Terribly sorry 'bout that, mate," Orlando said, recovering, grinning down at his shoes. Didn't want to meet Urban's eyes... But still couldn't keep all the sarcasm out of his voice. "Won't touch you again, you can *bet* on it."
~~~~~~~~
Karl kept his hand tight on Orlando's, not digging fingers in, just holding. Tight. He saw him try to keep his gaze...not succeeding...dropping his eyes demurely...submissively...even though the grin on his face said otherwise his eyes spoke volumes. //Time to call your bluff I think...mate!//
"Oh I think you will...*Orlando*...And I accept your bet...One hundred dollars you can't get through the night without touching me...or at least reaching out for me..." He stood still, only a mere inch away from Orlando, face leaning down slightly, eyes radiating heat and teasing and a knowing grin on his face.
//Ohh, I love a bet...and this will be one I'm gonna love to try and break...literally...//
He let go of Orlando's hand, pushed it away as if it was done with, dirty. But he stayed where he was, daring the man infront of him to move forwards, break the bet before it had even got interesting.
~~~~~~~~
Orlando looked up, gaze incredulous. Was the guy for real? Orlando didn't know what to *say* to that! ...And, *surely* he hadn't meant that the way it sounded. Because, if Orlando wasn't just absolutely positive they were all just mates here, he would've thought Karl was
actually--
//But, OB! One. Hundred. Fuckin'. *Dollars!* There for the taking, easy as pie. See if Urban's still this full of himself when he forks it over.// It wasn't a *lot* of money, especially measured against what they were getting for the Rings... But still. It was enough to dent the guy's ego a little.
And how could Orlando resist *that* temptation?
Orlando's features melted into a smirk. He leaned away from Urban, slid out of his seat backwards, putting the stool between them -- no use accidentally touching the guy so early on in the game. "Ground rules," he said, standing up straight and making himself meeting
Urban's cocky stare. "*You* can't touch *me* either, obviously. And if I were to 'reach' for you -- and, trust me, it won't happen -- it'd have to be damn clear to both of us. Not just you thinking you've won. And you'll pay me the hundred, in cash, at the end of the night, right?"
~~~~~~~~
Karl smiled, eyes not saying a thing, "Oh I don't think I'll be paying up you know...and no trying to run away...if there's one thing I hate it's someone backing out of a bet. Now...run along and play like a good little elf." He ended, turning sharply on his heels to go talk to a couple of camera guys he remembered from filming Xena.
He talked for a while, laughing, catching up, but every now and then his eyes would dart back to the shape of Orlando, that Lurid shirt not hard to miss, moving around the party, trying to act nonchalant. //he's good...so good he's bad.//
tbc…
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: R - NC17
Archive: Beyond the Fellowship and http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Sugar_Britches/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nix@nixxe.co.uk + seans_muse@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: If PJ ever threw a party like this we’re sure Orlando and Karl never did this…though if they did why weren’t we given invites?
Warnings: Real Person Slash – meaning these are based on real people, whether they really do this stuff is up to them... but if they want to share I’d not say no to a nice seat nearby and a bucket of popcorn.
Authors notes: This is written as part of a RPG. Orlando belongs to Chelle and Karl belongs to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the other. Written in third person with thoughts as ‘//...//’ And emphasis as ‘*…*’
(Party Animal 5/?)
‘It don't come from what I do
No real communication moves out of my face.’
Peter Gabriel: Waiting for the big one
Orlando swallowed, startled at the heat of the anger rolling off this guy. Man, he'd expected a reaction, but... Well, this wasn't it!
He tried to make his heart stop beating so fast, would've snatched his hand away if Urban didn't have so damn good a grip on it. //Danger, danger, Will-Fucking-Robinson! Take a breath, OB. Damn if this one isn't full of himself. Whew.//
"Terribly sorry 'bout that, mate," Orlando said, recovering, grinning down at his shoes. Didn't want to meet Urban's eyes... But still couldn't keep all the sarcasm out of his voice. "Won't touch you again, you can *bet* on it."
~~~~~~~~
Karl kept his hand tight on Orlando's, not digging fingers in, just holding. Tight. He saw him try to keep his gaze...not succeeding...dropping his eyes demurely...submissively...even though the grin on his face said otherwise his eyes spoke volumes. //Time to call your bluff I think...mate!//
"Oh I think you will...*Orlando*...And I accept your bet...One hundred dollars you can't get through the night without touching me...or at least reaching out for me..." He stood still, only a mere inch away from Orlando, face leaning down slightly, eyes radiating heat and teasing and a knowing grin on his face.
//Ohh, I love a bet...and this will be one I'm gonna love to try and break...literally...//
He let go of Orlando's hand, pushed it away as if it was done with, dirty. But he stayed where he was, daring the man infront of him to move forwards, break the bet before it had even got interesting.
~~~~~~~~
Orlando looked up, gaze incredulous. Was the guy for real? Orlando didn't know what to *say* to that! ...And, *surely* he hadn't meant that the way it sounded. Because, if Orlando wasn't just absolutely positive they were all just mates here, he would've thought Karl was
actually--
//But, OB! One. Hundred. Fuckin'. *Dollars!* There for the taking, easy as pie. See if Urban's still this full of himself when he forks it over.// It wasn't a *lot* of money, especially measured against what they were getting for the Rings... But still. It was enough to dent the guy's ego a little.
And how could Orlando resist *that* temptation?
Orlando's features melted into a smirk. He leaned away from Urban, slid out of his seat backwards, putting the stool between them -- no use accidentally touching the guy so early on in the game. "Ground rules," he said, standing up straight and making himself meeting
Urban's cocky stare. "*You* can't touch *me* either, obviously. And if I were to 'reach' for you -- and, trust me, it won't happen -- it'd have to be damn clear to both of us. Not just you thinking you've won. And you'll pay me the hundred, in cash, at the end of the night, right?"
~~~~~~~~
Karl smiled, eyes not saying a thing, "Oh I don't think I'll be paying up you know...and no trying to run away...if there's one thing I hate it's someone backing out of a bet. Now...run along and play like a good little elf." He ended, turning sharply on his heels to go talk to a couple of camera guys he remembered from filming Xena.
He talked for a while, laughing, catching up, but every now and then his eyes would dart back to the shape of Orlando, that Lurid shirt not hard to miss, moving around the party, trying to act nonchalant. //he's good...so good he's bad.//
tbc…