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Fic: Party Animal 6/? Karl/Orlando - R
Title: Party Animal 6/?
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 6/?)
‘No trust in judgement no trust in money
Someday I'll find myself like a bee finding honey.’
Peter Gabriel: Waiting for the big one
"Ha!" Orlando muttered. Orlando Bloom, back out on a bet? *Never* Orlando finished his beer, pointedly not watching as Urban stalked away.
And it was strange, but he found himself wondering what he ought to do. The hobbits were apparently all busy -- Astin and Lij had disappeared, maybe back somewhere where Orlando couldn't see -- and Dom and Billy had vanished, too. Probably all off having a hobbit orgy somewhere.
So! Dancing it was, then. Orlando left his empty bottle on the bar. Put on his best smile and made his way into the crowd, glaring shirt standing out even in the half-light of the dance floor. It was gonna be too easy. He'd just mingle for the next couple of hours, and at midnight, bang, he'd go collect his money.
~~~~~~~~
//Got him!//
Karl thought idly as he looked over, eyes alighting on Orlando's frame with ease through the crowd. The young man was dancing with a grace and ease he would've expected from an Elf. Lithe body moving and flowing with the music. //Time for a dance methinks//
He said good-night to his friends, stalking towards the dancefloor, eyes for no-one but this bloody stupid wanker whose dance moves were slowly driving him insane. //Oh he is *so* gonna get it when I win...// he thought deliciously, coming to a halt a few paces from the dance floor.
Then he started walking towards Orlando, the crowd parted for him, one look in those almost black eyes told them if they didn't move they'd feel very sorry for themselves. He walked slowly, surely but in perfect time with the music, eyes never leaving Orlando's form. Then stopped, just outside of Orlando's personal space, just on the edge of it. His eyes glowered at Orlando's daring him to react, daring him to lose. "Feel like a dance?" He growled.
~~~~~~~~
Orlando stopped dancing, arms dropping to his sides. Sensed the people immediately around them stop moving. Felt their eyes on him... or on Urban, Orlando wasn't sure which. Probably Urban, the guy was *intense* -- there wasn't any other word for it. Orlando took a deep breath.
"Sure!" he said. Gave Urban his best grin, the one that said 'you're-gonna-be-a-hundred-bucks-poorer-an-hour-from-now.' //Wonder if the cocky tosser can even dance...?// His eyes sparked at the thought. Probably not.
He paused a moment to get the feel of the music again. Had to tear his eyes off of Urban's to be able to think straight -- something about the way the man *looked* at him was just...
Well. Was *just*
So Orlando closed his eyes, let the music rush over him. Some club mix with too much base and a throbbing beat... there! He picked up where he'd left off, arms out, hands tracing shapes in the air, body gyrating not *to* the music but a part of it. He just had to make
sure he didn't gyrate into Urban, was all. No sweat.
He opened his eyes, flashed that grin again, wanting to see what Urban had up his sleeve.
~~~~~~~~
Karl waited till Orlando started dancing again, saw and felt him take up the rhythm...and instead of dancing to the beat himself he danced to Orlando's beat, matching him move for move, beat for beat, he looked deep into the man's eyes...connecting them with a dark glare,
challenging but also...more...dark, willing Orlando to fail...wanting him to lose...wanting him to touch...
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 6/?)
‘No trust in judgement no trust in money
Someday I'll find myself like a bee finding honey.’
Peter Gabriel: Waiting for the big one
"Ha!" Orlando muttered. Orlando Bloom, back out on a bet? *Never* Orlando finished his beer, pointedly not watching as Urban stalked away.
And it was strange, but he found himself wondering what he ought to do. The hobbits were apparently all busy -- Astin and Lij had disappeared, maybe back somewhere where Orlando couldn't see -- and Dom and Billy had vanished, too. Probably all off having a hobbit orgy somewhere.
So! Dancing it was, then. Orlando left his empty bottle on the bar. Put on his best smile and made his way into the crowd, glaring shirt standing out even in the half-light of the dance floor. It was gonna be too easy. He'd just mingle for the next couple of hours, and at midnight, bang, he'd go collect his money.
~~~~~~~~
//Got him!//
Karl thought idly as he looked over, eyes alighting on Orlando's frame with ease through the crowd. The young man was dancing with a grace and ease he would've expected from an Elf. Lithe body moving and flowing with the music. //Time for a dance methinks//
He said good-night to his friends, stalking towards the dancefloor, eyes for no-one but this bloody stupid wanker whose dance moves were slowly driving him insane. //Oh he is *so* gonna get it when I win...// he thought deliciously, coming to a halt a few paces from the dance floor.
Then he started walking towards Orlando, the crowd parted for him, one look in those almost black eyes told them if they didn't move they'd feel very sorry for themselves. He walked slowly, surely but in perfect time with the music, eyes never leaving Orlando's form. Then stopped, just outside of Orlando's personal space, just on the edge of it. His eyes glowered at Orlando's daring him to react, daring him to lose. "Feel like a dance?" He growled.
~~~~~~~~
Orlando stopped dancing, arms dropping to his sides. Sensed the people immediately around them stop moving. Felt their eyes on him... or on Urban, Orlando wasn't sure which. Probably Urban, the guy was *intense* -- there wasn't any other word for it. Orlando took a deep breath.
"Sure!" he said. Gave Urban his best grin, the one that said 'you're-gonna-be-a-hundred-bucks-poorer-an-hour-from-now.' //Wonder if the cocky tosser can even dance...?// His eyes sparked at the thought. Probably not.
He paused a moment to get the feel of the music again. Had to tear his eyes off of Urban's to be able to think straight -- something about the way the man *looked* at him was just...
Well. Was *just*
So Orlando closed his eyes, let the music rush over him. Some club mix with too much base and a throbbing beat... there! He picked up where he'd left off, arms out, hands tracing shapes in the air, body gyrating not *to* the music but a part of it. He just had to make
sure he didn't gyrate into Urban, was all. No sweat.
He opened his eyes, flashed that grin again, wanting to see what Urban had up his sleeve.
~~~~~~~~
Karl waited till Orlando started dancing again, saw and felt him take up the rhythm...and instead of dancing to the beat himself he danced to Orlando's beat, matching him move for move, beat for beat, he looked deep into the man's eyes...connecting them with a dark glare,
challenging but also...more...dark, willing Orlando to fail...wanting him to lose...wanting him to touch...
tbc…