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Fic: Party Animal 7/? Karl/Orlando - R
Title: Party Animal 7/?
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: R - NC17
Archive: Beyond the Fellowship and http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
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 7/?)
‘It don't come from what I do
No real communication moves out of my face.’
Peter Gabriel: Waiting for the big one
Orlando caught Urban's stare, swallowed hard. God, the intensity, almost anger but not quite... Dizzying. And the way the man moved, like Orlando *was* the music -- Orlando couldn't focus, couldn't see anything but those dark eyes. There was something primal and burning there, something that made Orlando want to look away, want to panic, even as it held him mesmerized.
More than once, Orlando felt his fingertips twitch reflexively, his body trying to react to Urban as they moved. Not that Orlando was in the habit of dancing with other men! No, definitely not. But still, having Karl there, close enough that Orlando imagined he could feel the heat rolling off him -- it was the most natural thing in the world to take just a step closer... And Orlando did, because he wasn't thinking about the bet anymore, wasn't thinking at all -- it
was just the music, and his heartbeat, and Urban's searing eyes. Orlando danced a few bare, sizzling inches away, eyes still captured and sinking into Urban's.
~~~~~~~~
He saw the twitches, knew Orlando was close to acquiescence, but he didn't stop, didn't push...just let the man react on his own, needing to know this was all of his free will. Karl looked deep into Orlando's eyes, seeing curiosity there, then lust, heat, desire...and
finally surrender as he almost subconsciously took one step towards Karl. And Karl took the step, acknowledged it with his own body, moving himself to Orlando's changed beat, not moving forward himself, just letting Orlando slowly mould himself closer, their eyes still
locked, heat sizzling between them, Orlando captured in them as Karl was captured by Orlando's movement. But Karl needed more.
//No, not yet...not quite...// to do this Orlando had to take not just one small step...but a whole lot of steps. And Karl had to be sure...the bet changed...morphed... //More Orlando...you are capable of so much more. So much more than you think//
~~~~~~~~
Orlando couldn't breathe. The other dancers were just a blur, the music just a beat, a pulse to which the world spun in fits and jolts. Felt Urban move to acknowledge him, body turning, moving, curving along with Orlando's. Urban was gravity, pulling without touching, burning without flame -- just... with those damn eyes. Like Orlando was being looked at from the inside out.
Orlando wanted more than that -- more than just acknowledgement. Wanted to feel the heat, not just imagine it. Felt the blood surge in his ears (or maybe it was the music; Orlando couldn't tell anymore) and he was changing the dance again. He closed this distance between them with a slow slide, like falling sideways. Swallowing, light-headed. Felt his head tilting forward, lashes lowering, a thin veil between two sets of flashing eyes -- didn't
touch with hands, didn't touch at all, not really. (Wasn't sure what stopped him, couldn't think straight, couldn't think at all.) Didn't *want* to think, just wanted to feel this, to be this, and here, and now, with Urban's eyes branding him with invisible heat. Let inches fall into an inch -- then half that, and half again, an instant away, a heartbeat.
~~~~~~~~
Karl saw the slide, the movement caught in his chest, felt a twinge in his groin. Orlando's head tilted forward, eyes submissive, wanting. But Karl wouldn't take, couldn't take, not without it having been given freely first. Not without a conscious decision. He felt Orlando's heat as it radiated from his body, filling Karl with the urge to take, to pillage, but he resisted against all odds. He knew this soul, this man, this boy infront of him, He knew that for this
to work Orlando would have to be the first to give...and Karl was more than willing to take.
Karl licked his bottom lip in invitation. //That's all it will take Orlando...just one more movement, one more pattern to the dance and then you will be claimed. Mine.//
tbc…
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: R - NC17
Archive: Beyond the Fellowship and http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
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 7/?)
‘It don't come from what I do
No real communication moves out of my face.’
Peter Gabriel: Waiting for the big one
Orlando caught Urban's stare, swallowed hard. God, the intensity, almost anger but not quite... Dizzying. And the way the man moved, like Orlando *was* the music -- Orlando couldn't focus, couldn't see anything but those dark eyes. There was something primal and burning there, something that made Orlando want to look away, want to panic, even as it held him mesmerized.
More than once, Orlando felt his fingertips twitch reflexively, his body trying to react to Urban as they moved. Not that Orlando was in the habit of dancing with other men! No, definitely not. But still, having Karl there, close enough that Orlando imagined he could feel the heat rolling off him -- it was the most natural thing in the world to take just a step closer... And Orlando did, because he wasn't thinking about the bet anymore, wasn't thinking at all -- it
was just the music, and his heartbeat, and Urban's searing eyes. Orlando danced a few bare, sizzling inches away, eyes still captured and sinking into Urban's.
~~~~~~~~
He saw the twitches, knew Orlando was close to acquiescence, but he didn't stop, didn't push...just let the man react on his own, needing to know this was all of his free will. Karl looked deep into Orlando's eyes, seeing curiosity there, then lust, heat, desire...and
finally surrender as he almost subconsciously took one step towards Karl. And Karl took the step, acknowledged it with his own body, moving himself to Orlando's changed beat, not moving forward himself, just letting Orlando slowly mould himself closer, their eyes still
locked, heat sizzling between them, Orlando captured in them as Karl was captured by Orlando's movement. But Karl needed more.
//No, not yet...not quite...// to do this Orlando had to take not just one small step...but a whole lot of steps. And Karl had to be sure...the bet changed...morphed... //More Orlando...you are capable of so much more. So much more than you think//
~~~~~~~~
Orlando couldn't breathe. The other dancers were just a blur, the music just a beat, a pulse to which the world spun in fits and jolts. Felt Urban move to acknowledge him, body turning, moving, curving along with Orlando's. Urban was gravity, pulling without touching, burning without flame -- just... with those damn eyes. Like Orlando was being looked at from the inside out.
Orlando wanted more than that -- more than just acknowledgement. Wanted to feel the heat, not just imagine it. Felt the blood surge in his ears (or maybe it was the music; Orlando couldn't tell anymore) and he was changing the dance again. He closed this distance between them with a slow slide, like falling sideways. Swallowing, light-headed. Felt his head tilting forward, lashes lowering, a thin veil between two sets of flashing eyes -- didn't
touch with hands, didn't touch at all, not really. (Wasn't sure what stopped him, couldn't think straight, couldn't think at all.) Didn't *want* to think, just wanted to feel this, to be this, and here, and now, with Urban's eyes branding him with invisible heat. Let inches fall into an inch -- then half that, and half again, an instant away, a heartbeat.
~~~~~~~~
Karl saw the slide, the movement caught in his chest, felt a twinge in his groin. Orlando's head tilted forward, eyes submissive, wanting. But Karl wouldn't take, couldn't take, not without it having been given freely first. Not without a conscious decision. He felt Orlando's heat as it radiated from his body, filling Karl with the urge to take, to pillage, but he resisted against all odds. He knew this soul, this man, this boy infront of him, He knew that for this
to work Orlando would have to be the first to give...and Karl was more than willing to take.
Karl licked his bottom lip in invitation. //That's all it will take Orlando...just one more movement, one more pattern to the dance and then you will be claimed. Mine.//
tbc…