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FIC: For Old Times' Sake (Karl Urban/Vin Diesel)
Hi everyone. First I guess I should introduce myself because even though I've been a member of this community for quite a while, this is my first post. My name is Lady Vaako and I'm an rabid fan of Karl Urban. I own two websites dedicated to him (one for fanart, one for fanfiction). Of course I love LOTR and love reading LOTR slash. =o)
Nowhere in the community rules does it say that the pairings must necessarily include two LOTR actors so I figured I could post this here. If I'm in the wrong, please let me know and I'll delete the post. No biggie. =o)
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Author: Lady Vaako
Pairing: Karl Urban/Vin Diesel
Genre: Real Person Slash
Rating: NC-17 for steamy sex and coarse language. Reader discretion is advised. *grins*
Summary: Vin invites Karl to his house to play a little Doom after the TCOR premiere. Or so Karl thought... =o)
Warning: This story is full of clichés. I’m not aiming at reinventing the wheel.
Beta: The wonderful and very talented![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kitty_trio. Thank you for indulging my weakness for Karl/Vin slashiness, darling! *smooches*
Disclaimer: These are all lies and a twisted by-product of my perverted imagination. I am in no way implying that Vin and Karl did this in real life. And I don't actually know what Vin's house looks like.
Author's Note:This is my first real attempt at Slash and Real Person fiction, so I’m a bit nervous… Also, I know that this is a rather uncommon pairing but I chose it because I love these two men and imagining them pleasuring each other sends my hormones through the roof. I just hope you'll enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Special thanks: To all the very talented writers of Karl Slash who have been inspiring me for the past year with their wonderful stories. Without them, this story would never have come to life.
Feedback: Desperately need it on this one. Suggestions for improvement are welcome since I'm very much on a learning curve here. =o)
Inspired by this picture, the following story is dedicated to both
Karl and Vin, simply for being the beautiful men that they are...
As people exited the premiere of The Chronicles of Riddick, most of them started breaking up into small groups heading to the various post-premiere parties. Of course both Vin and Karl had been invited to the biggest one, held by the brass of Universal Pictures. But even though Vin normally enjoyed these events, he had something a bit different in mind this time.
"What do you say we go to my place and play a couple of games?" he asked his friend with a playful gleam in his eyes. "For old times' sake..."
Karl chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you going to the big piss up? Besides, correct me if I'm wrong but the last time we played Doom you kicked my ass all the way back to New Zealand, mate. M'not sure I can take another blow like that, ya know?" he bantered.
Vin laughed heartily. He just loved Karl’s sense of humour and he liked it even more when he called him mate. He liked the way Karl's accent sounded, the way it always seemed to roll off his tongue like melted butter. Not to mention that he had been secretly admiring his co-star for a while now, and not just for his great talent as an actor and his impressive dedication to his craft. He had often wondered how it would feel to have Karl writhe in pleasure underneath him. He still very much enjoyed women but to him Karl was just totally apart from everyone else, man or woman…
Nobody knew about this except his younger sister in whom he confided a lot. There’s no way he would have shared this with any of his male buddies because he knew for a fact that they would never understand. The reality was that he had a certain image to protect and – as hot as Karl Urban may be – admitting to being in lust with another man wasn't exactly conducive to that, was it? He surely didn't like having to fit into a certain mould but he didn't have much of a choice for now. It was either that or he would probably have to kiss his career goodbye, which was obviously out of the question.
"I'll tell you what." Vin replied cheerfully. "We'll start with just one game and if I win, I'll let you have a rematch, alright?"
Karl grimaced slightly. "Listen Vin, I'd love to but I don't think it's such a good idea. I've got a plane to catch early tomorrow so I really should be heading back to my hotel."
But Vin wouldn't let go easily.
"C'mon, Karl. Who knows when we're gonna be able to do this again? You can stay at my place tonight. I'll get you to your hotel first thing tomorrow morning and then I'll drive you to the airport. Deal?"
Karl sniggered. He knew too well how persistent and tenacious Vin could be sometimes. "You're just not going to take no for an answer, are ya?"
Vin leaned in very close, lips curving into a sly smile, almost grazing Karl’s neck. "You got that right." he simply said as he put a hand on Karl's shoulder and directed him to the parking lot.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The drive to Beverly Hills was pleasant and rather animated, with the two friends exchanging opinions about this first screening and swapping funny anecdotes about a few unorthodox things that had occurred on the set during the filming of the movie. Before they knew it, Vin’s car was pulling into the driveway and they were walking up towards his house.
Once inside, Karl realized that maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all. He could certainly use the distraction. Vin motioned him towards the living room.
“Just have a seat and I’ll be back in a sec. Gonna go get something to celebrate with.” he said with a smirk. He then went into the kitchen and came back with two flutes and a bottle of Clos du Mesnil 1998. He set the glasses down on a table beside him and held up the bottle of champagne.
“Been saving this for a special occasion.” he said with a smile of satisfaction. “It’s supposed to be one of the best in the world.”
Karl got up from his chair and smiled in turn. “Nice..." His friend definitely knew how to celebrate in style. On the other hand, there’s one thing he found a bit surprising: shouldn’t Vin be surrounded by a harem of babes right about now?
"But I reckoned you’d rather be celebrating with a few chicks hanging off your arm, yeah?” Karl ventured cheekily.
Vin smirked and gave Karl a sideways glance before he expertly popped the cork and poured two glasses. He handed one to Karl who was now staring at him with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Is that what you want?” he asked, trying to mask his unease under a smug grin. “Because all I need to do is make one phone call and some of the most beautiful women you've ever seen will be here in no time.”
Karl snorted. He wasn't in the mood for pussy. “No. I'll pass.” he replied honestly. "But thanks for the offer."
“Alright, suit yourself." Vin retorted nonchalantly, waving a dismissive hand. "Now... let’s make a toast.” He raised his glass and looked Karl straight in the eyes, if not right through him. "To a kick-ass movie and a great friendship." he rumbled.
Karl wasn't used to this sort of quiet intensity emanating from his friend save when the man had taken on Riddick's persona, in which case it had often been off the scale. Vin's naturally carefree and usually playful side had vanished, replaced by something that Karl couldn't really pinpoint. And he wasn't sure how he should react to it either. Karl wasn't someone you could easily throw off balance but Vin had just done it effortlessly, if not subconsciously.
He shuffled his feet a bit and cleared his throat. "Cheers, mate." he simply said as he lifted his own glass, a constrained smile curling his plump lips.
“Cheers…” Vin replied with a genuine smile as he mirrored Karl's gesture.
The glasses clinked as they came together and for a moment the high-pitched, crystalline echo was the only sound disturbing the heavy silence in the room.
Vin took a few big gulps of champagne before resting the empty flute back on the table.
"If you don't mind, I'll get rid of the monkey suit before the real fun begins." He smirked as he turned around and sauntered to an enormous built-in sound system where he turned on a CD of R&B. The vast room was instantly filled with a sensual, sultry groove. He then headed for his bedroom, up on the mezzanine. "You know the place so make yourself comfortable." he told Karl as he lithely climbed a curvy set of stairs.
"Sure thing." Karl answered, putting his glass back on the table after taking a sip. He then leisurely strode toward the huge semicircular bay window covering the entire far wall of the living room from floor to ceiling. He shed his suit jacket and dropped it on a very large, plush black leather sofa before taking in the wonderful view he had of Beverly Hills. He appreciated it then as much as he did the first time he had set foot in this house early on in the course of filming The Chronicles. It all seemed so long ago but not even a year had passed since then.
He stretched the tired muscles of his back, undid a few buttons on his shirt and took his shoes off, revelling in the feel of the cool floor beneath his feet. Trying to relax as best he could, he breathed slowly and let his thoughts wander. Then a silly idea crept into his mind: the champagne, the suggestive music playing discreetly in the background, Vin's odd change in attitude... "....make yourself comfortable..."… the whole thing was strangely akin to a set up for seduction. But it couldn't be... Or could it? He huffed and shook his head, quickly pushing back the far fetched idea. "Stop being such a drongo, Urban... This is ridiculous..."
A few minutes passed and while he was absently gazing at the city night sky, Karl felt Vin’s presence right behind him. The big man was deceptively agile. In spite of his imposing stature he had a knack for sneaking up on people with a catlike stealth, something that had always impressed the Kiwi.
“Beautiful… Isn’t it?” Vin drawled, his lips only a breath away from Karl’s neck again. “I've seen this so often... but it gets to me almost every time." he said as his gaze settled, not upon the view beyond the window but rather upon the man standing so close to him. "I can't think of a lot of things that make feel the way this does…”
Karl was about to answer back when he felt a hand brushing up against his thigh and his whole body tensed. Then another hand soon followed on the other side, tracing a pattern that was heading for his crotch. His eyes widened and yet he didn’t move one bit from where he was standing. He just kept staring at Vin’s hands as they were continuing their upward journey toward the playground. His heart started racing and the temperature inside the room seemed to go up a few notches in a matter of seconds.
“What er you doing?” he finally uttered, the words trudging out in a shattered breath.
Vin’s hands kept sliding up Karl’s thighs but they avoided the tempting bulge and came to rest on his waist instead. Two large thumbs slipped into belt loops, securing them tightly. Karl wasn’t going anywhere, it seemed...
“Just tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop…” Vin said in a gravelly voice as he gently nuzzled the nape of Karl’s neck.
Karl shivered from head to toe. Unbeknownst to himself, he had been holding his breath as Vin spoke. He let it out in shuddering gasps, fully aware that his body was betraying him while his mind was foolishly trying to fight it. His gaze slowly swooped down to his groin again, where Vin’s fingers were now skimming his growing erection. He inhaled deeply, knowing this was a losing battle.
When did he start lusting after Vin? He wasn't even sure. It probably happened the very first time he watched him striding across the Necropolis set wearing that form-fitting black singlet that covered a set of perfectly sculpted pectorals and rock-solid abs. And on top of being blessed with a fantastic body, the man had a presence that simply couldn't be ignored. Karl never had the balls to act on his attraction, though. How was he supposed to know that Vin felt the same way he did anyway? It's not like the man had been walking around with a sign plastered on his forehead saying: "Hi, my name's Vin and I like cock". Come to think of it, it would have made things a lot easier…
But tonight it looked as if their normally very casual camaraderie was finally going to turn into something else entirely.
“I don’t want you to stop…” Karl rasped as he grabbed Vin’s hand and pressed it over his cock. A surge of heat flashed through his loins as skilled fingers began to knead his balls and stroked his swelling shaft.
Vin licked his lips in expectation of the sweet pleasures that lay ahead. He had been hoping for this for a long time now and he had every intention of savouring every minute of it even if his own erection was already on the verge of driving him mad. He grinned and gladly took hold of the very sizeable handful that was so willingly offered to him, working it to pure hardness. He pressed his straining erection into Karl's ass while he let his free hand roam all over the sinewy abdomen until it reached the toned chest. Nimble fingers easily wound their way inside the black shirt where they caressed a sensitive nipple and tweaked it tauntingly.
A blissful moan flew from Karl's lips, his eyes fluttering closed and his head tipping back on Vin's shoulder. He hadn't felt like this in a long time and had almost forgotten how incredible it could be. Vin buried his face in the arched neck so invitingly exposed to him and deeply inhaled the sweet and musky scent that was so unique to Karl. His mouth devoured the bare expanse of skin and soon after his tongue was twirling across the outline of Karl’s ear and he nipped lightly at a tender earlobe. Karl trembled and moaned again, completely surrendering to the sensual onslaught.
Vin then let go a bit reluctantly, moving aside and shifting his friend so that they were now facing each other. Dark chocolate eyes peered into intense, bottomless green depths and Vin's breath hitched at the realization of what was about to happen. He slid a hand behind Karl's neck and gently pulled him in. The kiss was very tentative at first: nothing but a brush of lips, a flicker of tongues. Vin was hesitating and yet he wanted more. Too often he had woken up in the middle of the night with the illusion of that sinful mouth wrapped around his cock. He needed more. He needed to feel and taste those full, luscious lips that held so many promises.
Karl quickly put an end to the futile wavering by seizing Vin's mouth in a fierce kiss. One hand reached around the broad, muscular back as he pulled Vin into a solid embrace and the other forcefully grabbed the perfectly round and tight ass, grinding the engorged cocks together.
What should have been just a kiss turned out to be far beyond anything that Vin had experienced before. No one had ever claimed him the way Karl did at that moment, with such an irrepressible greed. Tongues tangled, ploughed and explored insatiably until both men had to stop to get some air back into their lungs.
Deciding that clothes were now becoming a hindrance, Karl pulled away and quickly finished unbuttoning his shirt, took it off and dropped it beside him. He then impatiently tugged at the hem of Vin’s t-shirt.
“You’ve gotta get rid of this.” he rasped.
Vin silently obliged and a few seconds later the t-shirt was pooling at his feet.
Karl gasped as he took quite an eyeful of the splendid work of art displayed for his viewing pleasure. He slowly ran a hand over the wide, hard chest, down to the superbly defined muscles of Vin’s abdomen. “Jesus Christ… you’re stunning…” he uttered breathlessly.
Vin smiled but he felt himself blushing and was just glad that it didn’t show. He had received this kind of praise many times before but he could never get used to it. And the fact that it was coming from this man somehow made it… well… special.
Karl grabbed the impressive pair of biceps and determinedly pushed Vin against the high window. “I wanna taste you…” he hissed. “I wanna feel your dick down my throat and suck you dry…”
Vin smirked. He definitely liked where this was going and he certainly wasn’t going to argue. “I’m not stoppin’ ya.” he quipped.
“Good…” Karl murmured. He quickly unzipped Vin’s jeans and freed the stiff cock from its confinement before sliding down on his knees, pulling the jeans to the floor in the process. He paused momentarily to admire the magnificent erection jutting so proudly. Yes, he had to have a taste of this… He nuzzled the curly dark hair at the base and his lips briefly feathered Vin’s balls as he breathed in Vin’s scent. Grasping the base with one hand, he let his tongue dance freely along the prominent vein running all the way up the underside. His lips then curled around the round head and he took in a mouthful, letting the entire girth slide down his throat until it couldn’t go any further. Then his mouth travelled back up again, his tongue swirling around the shaft while his teeth softly grazed the ridged skin.
Vin basked in the glorious sensation of the lush lips worshipping his cock, hips swaying in sync with Karl’s movements. It was better than anything he had ever imagined. Karl’s tongue felt like velvet as it worked its magic on the rigid length and it took Vin all of his will not to thrust frantically into the lush wetness. His fingers sank into the broad shoulders and he tried to keep his back solidly propped against the window but it proved more difficult than he thought. The way things were going, he wasn’t sure if his legs would support him much longer.
And then there was just more sucking and more lapping and more tonguing and more swiping and… fuck! He just couldn’t take it anymore! His head fell back and his eyes squeezed shut. “Karl…” he panted. “You’ve got to stop this… It’s too fucking soon…” he begged, feeling his balls contracting, his release being so close…
But Karl shook his head slightly and produced a negating purr, stubbornly refusing to acknowledge Vin’s plea. He had every intention of milking that beautiful cock of all it could give. He increased the suction and the pace, his mouth clamping Vin’s shaft like a vise while his hand fisted it mercilessly.
“Urrggghh! Shit!” Vin howled, his orgasm ripping through him with a staggering intensity as he came hard into Karl’s mouth, filling it with a load of creamy seed. The Kiwi gladly swallowed the bittersweet nectar, sucking every drop off the cock tip, and he licked his lips appreciatively. He then kissed the inside of Vin’s thighs while his hands were grabbing the firm ass, kneading the hard trembling flesh. Vin was still shuddering from the aftershocks reverberating through every nerve in his body and even if Karl was holding on to him he was uselessly trying to brace himself against the thick glass for fear that his knees would give out.
Karl got back up on his feet and brought Vin’s naked body against his. For a while he simply enjoyed the warmth radiating from his lover’s heated skin and the halting sound of Vin’s heart thumping inside his chest.
“That was quite a tasty treat, mate…” he drawled as he nibbled on the soft line of Vin’s jaw and laid a sinuous path of kisses down his neck.
Vin squirmed a bit at the feel of rough stubble scratching his skin and he chuckled. “Maybe so but you sucked me dry like you said you would and there ain’t gonna be anything left for a while, Kiwi boy. I’m not old but I ain’t no spring chicken either…”
Karl looked at Vin again and smirked, eyes sparking with a ferocious gleam. “I beg to differ…” Stepping back, he swiftly unfastened his belt and got rid of his pants, revealing a superb erection. Then he glanced sideways, tilting his head towards the surprisingly large piece of furniture standing a few feet away from them. He smiled wickedly: “That’s a pretty big couch you got there… Do you think it’s big enough to give this ferret a nice run?” he asked teasingly as he ran a hand up and down his length.
Vin smiled. Ferret or not, that beautifully long cock standing right at attention was way too much of a temptation to ignore it. How could he?! He licked his lips in eager anticipation. “Yeah… it sure is…” he answered as he grasped Karl’s hand and led him to the couch. In no time the two of them were lying down with Vin on top, his body nicely blanketing Karl’s.
Karl shifted slightly to one side, allowing enough space to reach between Vin’s thighs. His voice turned low-pitched and was thick with lust, his long fingers gently skimming Vin’s softened member: “I want more of that…” he said as he began to fondle Vin’s cock and rubbed his own against a large thigh. “I want that big dick slamming up my ass… I want you to fuck me and fill me till I can’t even remember my name anymore… How does that sound to you?” There was no quipping or joking in his tone. There was nothing but blazing hunger and want and need.
Vin felt overwhelmed by the entrancing power of Karl’s desire and he sensed his own arousal coming back in full force with every firm stroke. Anything that Karl wanted, he was more than willing to give. And all he could think about at that point was shoving his cock deep in Karl’s delectable ass again and again until they would both collapse in exhaustion and how much he ached to have Karl’s dick buried inside him and to get fucked till he screamed and how it would start all over because they just couldn’t get enough of each other and…
“Sounds amazing…” was all he managed to say before capturing Karl’s mouth into yet another mind-numbing kiss. He didn’t think he could ever get tired of those scrumptious lips and all the wonderful things that luscious mouth could do to his body. He didn’t believe that anyone could.
Grudgingly tearing himself away from the kiss, Vin rose before reaching out to grab a small bottle from the coffee table next to the sofa. He flipped the cap open with one hand and quickly squirted a fair amount of lubricant in his other hand.
Karl cocked an eyebrow and smirked. “Do you always keep lube in your living room?”
Sitting back, Vin chuckled as he stroked his large member a few times, coating it nicely. “No… just this once…” he answered as he winked and tossed the lube aside.
Karl’s eyes narrowed and he smiled softly. “You had this planned all along, didn’t you?” he purred.
Vin leaned over and scattered small kisses all over Karl’s face. “Shut up…” he grumbled. “You talk too much… more doin’, less talkin’…” He then gazed hungrily at his lover before propping himself back up again. His eyes never leaving Karl, he deliberately ran a hand along the ridged length of his shaft for a while, hips swaying slightly as he was doing so.
Karl’s gaze widened and his cock quivered at the incredibly erotic sight. He’d never been the type to bottom and yet he wanted Vin to ride him and he wanted it now. It wasn’t even about relinquishing power and control anymore. No. It had nothing to do with that. To hell with being the alpha male because right now he couldn’t care less. Now it was all about having Vin’s cock ramming so far up his ass he would taste it. An all-consuming lust was treading a fiery path through his entire being and whatever self-control he had left was quickly fading away.
“Just quit teasing and get on with it already…” he pleaded almost angrily, eyes suddenly turning a dark shade of green and pupils rapidly dilating. He’d never needed another man the way he needed Vin at that very moment.
Vin leaned in close, his full lips hovering over Karl’s ear, the whisper of his breath warm on Karl’s skin. “It fuckin’ turns me on when you go all Vaako on me like that….” he uttered huskily. The soft rumbling of the deep voice sent a cascade of shivers all the way down Karl’s spine, kindling the fire that was already burning in his groin.
Karl drew a long, ragged breath. “Then just give me what I want…” he shot back in a broken voice. “Please, Vin…”
Even if his own need for completion was extreme and Karl’s pleading was like music to his ears, Vin didn’t want to give in just yet. He was bent on making this moment last for as long as possible out of fear that it would never happen again; or that it could be gone so soon that all he would be left with were a few wisps of memories… impressions more than sensations. To him it was one of those perfect moments that you wish you could freeze in time and turn into your own little piece of eternity; so precious in itself that nothing should spoil it.
“Hold you horses, Kiwi boy…” Vin quietly hushed.
He spread a trail of hot kisses down Karl’s neck but his mouth didn’t stop there. It kept roaming further down, kissing and licking its way around Karl’s chest until it found a dusky nipple and suckled it to a solid peak. The silken mouth granted the other nipple the same heavenly pleasure before resuming its feast on the delicious skin. Karl slipped a demanding hand behind Vin’s neck and a throaty moan drifted out of him as his chest heaved into his lover’s lips, the sheer heat of every wet lick threatening to overload his senses. All the while Vin’s hand was gliding fluidly along his side, down to the curve of his hip and to the smooth bend of his pelvis. The sensuous trek ended in the thatch of dark hair surrounding the turgid muscle that was now twitching as if it had a life of its own. Vin firmly grasped the pulsing member, slowly sliding up and down its length. The rhythm intensified and ebbed until his fingers settled on the reddened head, his thumb teasing the moist slit where pearly drops of pre-come had gathered.
“Christ!... uunghh…” Karl grunted harshly as he writhed under Vin’s touch, fingers now tightly clutching the soft leather of the sofa. Vin’s hand was now on his balls, fondling them and circling the puckered skin below with a tantalizing finger.
Karl’s body arched and his head rolled back, another shuddering groan passing his lips. As he sank back from the intense rush of pleasure, he parted his long legs and bent both knees so that Vin could settle within the cradle of his thighs. Vin then tentatively pushed a slicked finger between his lover’s cheeks, slowly coaxing the tight ring of muscle into opening up. Karl whimpered and his hips reflexively bucked at the painfully exquisite sensation. As soon as he felt him relaxing, Vin slipped in a second digit and delved deeper as he curled and twisted both fingers in a back and forth motion. Then a third one went in, stretching the narrow passage even more. Vin patiently explored the inner sanctum, seeking that particular place which he knew would send Karl on the brink of ecstasy.
“Awww, fuck!” Karl howled and his body curved in an upward thrust when Vin finally reached the sensitive spot. “Need ya… inside… now…” he slurred, his voice reduced to a bare whimper again.
Vin marvelled at the look of total surrender on the dark-haired beauty’s face as he was beginning to come undone, green eyes glazing over and kiss-swollen lips parting in a muted sigh. It was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen, one that he didn’t want to forget. “Sweet…” he thought as he leaned forward again to kiss Karl avidly. He just couldn’t get enough of the way the man tasted, of the way Karl’s tongue plundered through his mouth and possessed it so fully, of how inebriating it felt…
He lowered his hips until his cock rubbed against Karl’s taut sac, riding up the stiff member and down to tease the small entrance where his fingers had been just moments before. Karl moaned again and grabbed Vin’s ass, tugging him close and eliciting the most enjoyable friction between them. Vin grunted into the kiss, hips rolling lasciviously to meet Karl’s every move, bringing mocha and vanilla curves to meld into one another. He just couldn’t wait any longer. Breaking the embrace and gasping for air, he gazed at Karl expectantly.
“How long ago was it?” he asked before going any further. He had pulled himself back a bit and his cock was now nudging the small opening, ready to dive within the hot, welcoming sheath.
“Too long…” Karl muttered as he braced himself on the big man’s arms and pressed down on the glistening head of Vin’s cock. “… been waiting for this for too… fucking… long…” he uttered hoarsely.
“Then let’s make up for lost time…” Vin replied as he shifted before entering Karl slowly but insistently. “So damn tight…” he grunted as he buried his cock to the hilt, deep inside the warm channel. He sucked in a sharp breath and remained still for an instant, fearing that he would just come right there and then.
Karl’s eyes practically rolled to the back of his head as the fullness of Vin’s cock filled him entirely. The long forgotten sensation almost felt alien to him and yet he relished every nuance of it as Vin started to move inside him, his rhythm deliberate and steady. Vin slid a hand behind Karl and splayed his palm across the small of his back, holding his body close as he slowly dove in and pulled out almost completely before diving in again.
Then suddenly Vin’s cock was gone and so was the rest of his body. Karl let out a wistful sob, flinching at the sudden emptiness. Vin caught the expression on his face and smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry… there’s more where that came from, believe me…” he said as he rose and sat on the back of his heels. He hauled Karl’s legs up on his thighs before entering him again. Wasting no time, he rammed in furiously, relentlessly. For a long while the only sound rising above the soft music was that of balls slapping loudly against ass and a slew of animalistic groans and grunts.
Even if he thought he couldn’t possibly come again so fast, Vin soon felt his own release pressing inside his balls and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. Never breaking the rhythm, he bent down and his hand closed snugly around Karl’s shaft, pumping it just as forcefully as he was thrusting inside the hot core. Finding the right angle, his cock rubbed against the soft prostate repeatedly, causing Karl to writhe and squirm and thrash and sputter a string of garbled obscenities.
“So close… so damn close…” Vin rasped, ebony eyes staring ardently into Karl’s and searing with an unbridled passion. “…want you there with me, Karl…”
“Fuckin’ hell!” Karl finally shouted, his hips rising sharply into Vin’s hand and pushing forward to meet one final powerful thrust, his eyes focused where his body seemed to merge with his lover’s. “… gonna… come… urrgghh!!” With a throaty growl breaking through clenched teeth, Karl’s body tensed and his head snapped back as long spurts of warm come spilled onto his chest and over Vin’s hand.
The spastic squeezing of the inner walls around his aching cock was all it took to send Vin over the edge. A drawn-out, strangled groan ascended from his chest and he came hard and deep, a shattering tremor uncoiling in his belly and coursing all the way across his back.
Trying to catch his breath and feeling every muscle suddenly turning to mush, Vin carefully lowered himself aslant on Karl’s body as to not settle his full weight on the smaller man. He gently laid his head near the curve of Karl’s neck and wrapped an arm around his slender waist before drawing him closer.
“That was fantastic…” he drawled before he lightly kissed Karl’s sweaty temple.
“…mmm… yeah… ‘twas …” Karl slurred groggily, his brain still fogged from the mind-blowing orgasm.
For long minutes they both just lay there, enjoying the feel of their spent bodies huddling together, and listening to each other’s breathing. Vin was the first one to eventually speak.
“You know what would be really cool?” he asked as one big hand roamed downwards and came to rest on Karl’s shapely ass.
“Tell me…” Karl muttered with heavy-lidded eyes as he was absently stroking Vin’s smooth chest.
“What would be really cool is if someone decided to turn Doom into a movie and asked you to play Reaper.” He smiled and his face lit up like a Christmas tree. “That would be awesome!”
Karl slowly opened one eye, then the other, and he blinked a few times. He was once more amazed at how easily Vin could come up with such totally off-the-wall ideas sometimes. Little did he know, a script for a screen adaptation of the game would actually be waiting for him upon his return home…
He laughed softly. “Reaper, eh?” Even though he wasn’t sure he could see it happening, he still allowed himself to fantasize about the concept, if only momentarily. “Well, m’sure I could get used to runnin’ around shooting monsters all day… It would be a fuckin’ blast!” He smiled gleefully but his expression quickly reverted to something much more subdued. “How did you know?” he asked in a low voice.
Vin glanced at him a bit questioningly but his instincts were keen enough for him to guess what Karl was getting at. “Know what? That you’d been checking my ass all this time?”
Karl snorted. “I guess that’s one way of putting it, yeah.”
“I didn’t. I took one of the biggest gambles of my life, plain and simple.” Vin answered in all honesty. “I’m just happy you didn’t clock me one.” he added jokingly.
Karl frowned. “Are you insane? I don’t have a death wish, if that’s what you think!” he exclaimed, laughing again.
Vin smiled. “Good… ‘cause it sure could’ve got pretty messy…” he jested as he pulled the Kiwi in a tight hug.
Karl chuckled and attempted to wriggle his way out of the strong arms, to no avail. “Now quit being such a sook because I may actually be forced to hurt you this time…” he warned, trying to sound and look as serious as possible but failing miserably.
Vin loosened his grip and grinned. “And what if I liked it, huh? What would you do then?” he challenged cockily and started nibbling and kissing Karl’s neck.
Karl squirmed in delight under the tender assault of the plush lips. “Then I’d have no choice but to hurt you even more, ya kinky bugger…” he bantered. He then shifted to cup Vin’s face in his hands and he just stared into the gorgeous dark eyes for a while. He inexplicably felt like he could completely lose himself in there and it could be a one way trip for all he cared. He laid a little kiss on each eye and sighed contently. “I think I could seriously get used to this…” he admitted out loud and to his own surprise.
Vin smiled. “Same here…” he murmured, feeling like he was reliving his first crush all over again. Soon soft lips were on his, Karl’s tongue prying them open and spiralling into a bruising kiss, yearning, searching, feeding…
Vin had no trouble at all imagining himself living this every day and every night for the rest of his life. And that’s when he came to a major realization: Karl Urban was like a drug. A very potent drug. Once he got under your skin, you kept wanting more and more until you just felt totally consumed by him…
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next morning
Vin didn’t like airports because they always reminded him of goodbyes. He hated goodbyes.
He looked distractedly around him as hundreds of passengers were scurrying hurriedly to board their respective planes. He was there and yet he felt strangely detached from all the loud activity that was buzzing incessantly. As much as he was trying to, he couldn’t focus on any of it. All he could do was listen to his own heartbeat pounding through his ears. He felt his gut coiling into a massive knot of apprehension and dread, and it was the worst feeling in the world. But there was nothing he could do about it. The emotions were just too visceral to be locked away and ignored. How could things possibly have changed so fast? Had he lost a friend and gained a lover or did he have both now?
His gaze eventually fell back on Karl when the imminent departure of the flight to Auckland was finally announced. “So this is it, huh?” he asked with a smile that was a stark contradiction to the crushing feeling of sorrow that seized him as the harsh reality of Karl leaving suddenly hit like a ton of brick.
“I'm afraid so, yeah.” Karl replied as resignedly as he could while securing a piece of luggage on his shoulder. Leaving his friend and now lover was proving to be a lot harder than he’d ever thought. This new twist on their relationship was something he certainly hadn’t expected and yet here he was, wishing he’d never have to leave Vin’s side, or at least not so soon. He was fully aware that this could have numerous implications – good and bad – but he believed it was worth exploring even though it was scary as hell. On the other hand, while going back home wasn’t what he wanted right now he knew he had no choice. But they hadn’t really talked about all that, had they? And now there was no time left. He had to go…
“We’ve got to really keep in touch this time, okay?” he said forlornly. He mentally winced at how completely trite and hollow his words sounded somehow. He knew Vin deserved a lot better than this and he truly wished he could give him more but he didn’t want to make any promises he may not be able to keep. “I’ll try to come back and visit again as soon as I get some real free time.” He smirked, trying to lighten up the mood a bit. “Besides, we still haven’t played that bloody game…”
Vin smiled genuinely this time, grabbing Karl’s hand and hauling him in a bear hug. He fought to keep the emotions at bay but his voice still cracked. “Yeah… I’d really like that… And say hi to the wife and the little guy for me, alright?”
“Will do…” Karl replied, his heart heavy as he reluctantly pulled away and started heading for the gate. “Take care, mate…” he then said, turning around one last time before he continued walking.
Vin wanted to reciprocate the goodbye but something held him back and he remained speechless. He simply raised a hand and smiled faintly as he saw his lover gradually disappear inside the sea of passengers.
A few minutes later, he numbly watched the plane taxiing off the runway. “Take care…” he whispered.
It was now very clear that the withdrawal symptoms were already rearing their ugly head...
FIN
Author’s note: There will most likely be a sequel to this so don’t be sad… =o)
New Zealand colloquialisms used in this story
piss up: party, social gathering, excuse for drinking alcohol.
drongo: stupid fool, idiot.
singlet: a camisole or a tank top, depending in which part of the world you live in.
to give your ferret a run: to have sex.
sook: kindly description of someone who is being silly, or behaving like a softy or scaredy cat. More often than not this word is used as a term of endearment.
Nowhere in the community rules does it say that the pairings must necessarily include two LOTR actors so I figured I could post this here. If I'm in the wrong, please let me know and I'll delete the post. No biggie. =o)
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karl_uncensoredAuthor: Lady Vaako
Pairing: Karl Urban/Vin Diesel
Genre: Real Person Slash
Rating: NC-17 for steamy sex and coarse language. Reader discretion is advised. *grins*
Summary: Vin invites Karl to his house to play a little Doom after the TCOR premiere. Or so Karl thought... =o)
Warning: This story is full of clichés. I’m not aiming at reinventing the wheel.
Beta: The wonderful and very talented
kitty_trio. Thank you for indulging my weakness for Karl/Vin slashiness, darling! *smooches*Disclaimer: These are all lies and a twisted by-product of my perverted imagination. I am in no way implying that Vin and Karl did this in real life. And I don't actually know what Vin's house looks like.
Author's Note:This is my first real attempt at Slash and Real Person fiction, so I’m a bit nervous… Also, I know that this is a rather uncommon pairing but I chose it because I love these two men and imagining them pleasuring each other sends my hormones through the roof. I just hope you'll enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Special thanks: To all the very talented writers of Karl Slash who have been inspiring me for the past year with their wonderful stories. Without them, this story would never have come to life.
Feedback: Desperately need it on this one. Suggestions for improvement are welcome since I'm very much on a learning curve here. =o)
Karl and Vin, simply for being the beautiful men that they are...
As people exited the premiere of The Chronicles of Riddick, most of them started breaking up into small groups heading to the various post-premiere parties. Of course both Vin and Karl had been invited to the biggest one, held by the brass of Universal Pictures. But even though Vin normally enjoyed these events, he had something a bit different in mind this time.
"What do you say we go to my place and play a couple of games?" he asked his friend with a playful gleam in his eyes. "For old times' sake..."
Karl chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you going to the big piss up? Besides, correct me if I'm wrong but the last time we played Doom you kicked my ass all the way back to New Zealand, mate. M'not sure I can take another blow like that, ya know?" he bantered.
Vin laughed heartily. He just loved Karl’s sense of humour and he liked it even more when he called him mate. He liked the way Karl's accent sounded, the way it always seemed to roll off his tongue like melted butter. Not to mention that he had been secretly admiring his co-star for a while now, and not just for his great talent as an actor and his impressive dedication to his craft. He had often wondered how it would feel to have Karl writhe in pleasure underneath him. He still very much enjoyed women but to him Karl was just totally apart from everyone else, man or woman…
Nobody knew about this except his younger sister in whom he confided a lot. There’s no way he would have shared this with any of his male buddies because he knew for a fact that they would never understand. The reality was that he had a certain image to protect and – as hot as Karl Urban may be – admitting to being in lust with another man wasn't exactly conducive to that, was it? He surely didn't like having to fit into a certain mould but he didn't have much of a choice for now. It was either that or he would probably have to kiss his career goodbye, which was obviously out of the question.
"I'll tell you what." Vin replied cheerfully. "We'll start with just one game and if I win, I'll let you have a rematch, alright?"
Karl grimaced slightly. "Listen Vin, I'd love to but I don't think it's such a good idea. I've got a plane to catch early tomorrow so I really should be heading back to my hotel."
But Vin wouldn't let go easily.
"C'mon, Karl. Who knows when we're gonna be able to do this again? You can stay at my place tonight. I'll get you to your hotel first thing tomorrow morning and then I'll drive you to the airport. Deal?"
Karl sniggered. He knew too well how persistent and tenacious Vin could be sometimes. "You're just not going to take no for an answer, are ya?"
Vin leaned in very close, lips curving into a sly smile, almost grazing Karl’s neck. "You got that right." he simply said as he put a hand on Karl's shoulder and directed him to the parking lot.
The drive to Beverly Hills was pleasant and rather animated, with the two friends exchanging opinions about this first screening and swapping funny anecdotes about a few unorthodox things that had occurred on the set during the filming of the movie. Before they knew it, Vin’s car was pulling into the driveway and they were walking up towards his house.
Once inside, Karl realized that maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all. He could certainly use the distraction. Vin motioned him towards the living room.
“Just have a seat and I’ll be back in a sec. Gonna go get something to celebrate with.” he said with a smirk. He then went into the kitchen and came back with two flutes and a bottle of Clos du Mesnil 1998. He set the glasses down on a table beside him and held up the bottle of champagne.
“Been saving this for a special occasion.” he said with a smile of satisfaction. “It’s supposed to be one of the best in the world.”
Karl got up from his chair and smiled in turn. “Nice..." His friend definitely knew how to celebrate in style. On the other hand, there’s one thing he found a bit surprising: shouldn’t Vin be surrounded by a harem of babes right about now?
"But I reckoned you’d rather be celebrating with a few chicks hanging off your arm, yeah?” Karl ventured cheekily.
Vin smirked and gave Karl a sideways glance before he expertly popped the cork and poured two glasses. He handed one to Karl who was now staring at him with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Is that what you want?” he asked, trying to mask his unease under a smug grin. “Because all I need to do is make one phone call and some of the most beautiful women you've ever seen will be here in no time.”
Karl snorted. He wasn't in the mood for pussy. “No. I'll pass.” he replied honestly. "But thanks for the offer."
“Alright, suit yourself." Vin retorted nonchalantly, waving a dismissive hand. "Now... let’s make a toast.” He raised his glass and looked Karl straight in the eyes, if not right through him. "To a kick-ass movie and a great friendship." he rumbled.
Karl wasn't used to this sort of quiet intensity emanating from his friend save when the man had taken on Riddick's persona, in which case it had often been off the scale. Vin's naturally carefree and usually playful side had vanished, replaced by something that Karl couldn't really pinpoint. And he wasn't sure how he should react to it either. Karl wasn't someone you could easily throw off balance but Vin had just done it effortlessly, if not subconsciously.
He shuffled his feet a bit and cleared his throat. "Cheers, mate." he simply said as he lifted his own glass, a constrained smile curling his plump lips.
“Cheers…” Vin replied with a genuine smile as he mirrored Karl's gesture.
The glasses clinked as they came together and for a moment the high-pitched, crystalline echo was the only sound disturbing the heavy silence in the room.
Vin took a few big gulps of champagne before resting the empty flute back on the table.
"If you don't mind, I'll get rid of the monkey suit before the real fun begins." He smirked as he turned around and sauntered to an enormous built-in sound system where he turned on a CD of R&B. The vast room was instantly filled with a sensual, sultry groove. He then headed for his bedroom, up on the mezzanine. "You know the place so make yourself comfortable." he told Karl as he lithely climbed a curvy set of stairs.
"Sure thing." Karl answered, putting his glass back on the table after taking a sip. He then leisurely strode toward the huge semicircular bay window covering the entire far wall of the living room from floor to ceiling. He shed his suit jacket and dropped it on a very large, plush black leather sofa before taking in the wonderful view he had of Beverly Hills. He appreciated it then as much as he did the first time he had set foot in this house early on in the course of filming The Chronicles. It all seemed so long ago but not even a year had passed since then.
He stretched the tired muscles of his back, undid a few buttons on his shirt and took his shoes off, revelling in the feel of the cool floor beneath his feet. Trying to relax as best he could, he breathed slowly and let his thoughts wander. Then a silly idea crept into his mind: the champagne, the suggestive music playing discreetly in the background, Vin's odd change in attitude... "....make yourself comfortable..."… the whole thing was strangely akin to a set up for seduction. But it couldn't be... Or could it? He huffed and shook his head, quickly pushing back the far fetched idea. "Stop being such a drongo, Urban... This is ridiculous..."
A few minutes passed and while he was absently gazing at the city night sky, Karl felt Vin’s presence right behind him. The big man was deceptively agile. In spite of his imposing stature he had a knack for sneaking up on people with a catlike stealth, something that had always impressed the Kiwi.
“Beautiful… Isn’t it?” Vin drawled, his lips only a breath away from Karl’s neck again. “I've seen this so often... but it gets to me almost every time." he said as his gaze settled, not upon the view beyond the window but rather upon the man standing so close to him. "I can't think of a lot of things that make feel the way this does…”
Karl was about to answer back when he felt a hand brushing up against his thigh and his whole body tensed. Then another hand soon followed on the other side, tracing a pattern that was heading for his crotch. His eyes widened and yet he didn’t move one bit from where he was standing. He just kept staring at Vin’s hands as they were continuing their upward journey toward the playground. His heart started racing and the temperature inside the room seemed to go up a few notches in a matter of seconds.
“What er you doing?” he finally uttered, the words trudging out in a shattered breath.
Vin’s hands kept sliding up Karl’s thighs but they avoided the tempting bulge and came to rest on his waist instead. Two large thumbs slipped into belt loops, securing them tightly. Karl wasn’t going anywhere, it seemed...
“Just tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop…” Vin said in a gravelly voice as he gently nuzzled the nape of Karl’s neck.
Karl shivered from head to toe. Unbeknownst to himself, he had been holding his breath as Vin spoke. He let it out in shuddering gasps, fully aware that his body was betraying him while his mind was foolishly trying to fight it. His gaze slowly swooped down to his groin again, where Vin’s fingers were now skimming his growing erection. He inhaled deeply, knowing this was a losing battle.
When did he start lusting after Vin? He wasn't even sure. It probably happened the very first time he watched him striding across the Necropolis set wearing that form-fitting black singlet that covered a set of perfectly sculpted pectorals and rock-solid abs. And on top of being blessed with a fantastic body, the man had a presence that simply couldn't be ignored. Karl never had the balls to act on his attraction, though. How was he supposed to know that Vin felt the same way he did anyway? It's not like the man had been walking around with a sign plastered on his forehead saying: "Hi, my name's Vin and I like cock". Come to think of it, it would have made things a lot easier…
But tonight it looked as if their normally very casual camaraderie was finally going to turn into something else entirely.
“I don’t want you to stop…” Karl rasped as he grabbed Vin’s hand and pressed it over his cock. A surge of heat flashed through his loins as skilled fingers began to knead his balls and stroked his swelling shaft.
Vin licked his lips in expectation of the sweet pleasures that lay ahead. He had been hoping for this for a long time now and he had every intention of savouring every minute of it even if his own erection was already on the verge of driving him mad. He grinned and gladly took hold of the very sizeable handful that was so willingly offered to him, working it to pure hardness. He pressed his straining erection into Karl's ass while he let his free hand roam all over the sinewy abdomen until it reached the toned chest. Nimble fingers easily wound their way inside the black shirt where they caressed a sensitive nipple and tweaked it tauntingly.
A blissful moan flew from Karl's lips, his eyes fluttering closed and his head tipping back on Vin's shoulder. He hadn't felt like this in a long time and had almost forgotten how incredible it could be. Vin buried his face in the arched neck so invitingly exposed to him and deeply inhaled the sweet and musky scent that was so unique to Karl. His mouth devoured the bare expanse of skin and soon after his tongue was twirling across the outline of Karl’s ear and he nipped lightly at a tender earlobe. Karl trembled and moaned again, completely surrendering to the sensual onslaught.
Vin then let go a bit reluctantly, moving aside and shifting his friend so that they were now facing each other. Dark chocolate eyes peered into intense, bottomless green depths and Vin's breath hitched at the realization of what was about to happen. He slid a hand behind Karl's neck and gently pulled him in. The kiss was very tentative at first: nothing but a brush of lips, a flicker of tongues. Vin was hesitating and yet he wanted more. Too often he had woken up in the middle of the night with the illusion of that sinful mouth wrapped around his cock. He needed more. He needed to feel and taste those full, luscious lips that held so many promises.
Karl quickly put an end to the futile wavering by seizing Vin's mouth in a fierce kiss. One hand reached around the broad, muscular back as he pulled Vin into a solid embrace and the other forcefully grabbed the perfectly round and tight ass, grinding the engorged cocks together.
What should have been just a kiss turned out to be far beyond anything that Vin had experienced before. No one had ever claimed him the way Karl did at that moment, with such an irrepressible greed. Tongues tangled, ploughed and explored insatiably until both men had to stop to get some air back into their lungs.
Deciding that clothes were now becoming a hindrance, Karl pulled away and quickly finished unbuttoning his shirt, took it off and dropped it beside him. He then impatiently tugged at the hem of Vin’s t-shirt.
“You’ve gotta get rid of this.” he rasped.
Vin silently obliged and a few seconds later the t-shirt was pooling at his feet.
Karl gasped as he took quite an eyeful of the splendid work of art displayed for his viewing pleasure. He slowly ran a hand over the wide, hard chest, down to the superbly defined muscles of Vin’s abdomen. “Jesus Christ… you’re stunning…” he uttered breathlessly.
Vin smiled but he felt himself blushing and was just glad that it didn’t show. He had received this kind of praise many times before but he could never get used to it. And the fact that it was coming from this man somehow made it… well… special.
Karl grabbed the impressive pair of biceps and determinedly pushed Vin against the high window. “I wanna taste you…” he hissed. “I wanna feel your dick down my throat and suck you dry…”
Vin smirked. He definitely liked where this was going and he certainly wasn’t going to argue. “I’m not stoppin’ ya.” he quipped.
“Good…” Karl murmured. He quickly unzipped Vin’s jeans and freed the stiff cock from its confinement before sliding down on his knees, pulling the jeans to the floor in the process. He paused momentarily to admire the magnificent erection jutting so proudly. Yes, he had to have a taste of this… He nuzzled the curly dark hair at the base and his lips briefly feathered Vin’s balls as he breathed in Vin’s scent. Grasping the base with one hand, he let his tongue dance freely along the prominent vein running all the way up the underside. His lips then curled around the round head and he took in a mouthful, letting the entire girth slide down his throat until it couldn’t go any further. Then his mouth travelled back up again, his tongue swirling around the shaft while his teeth softly grazed the ridged skin.
Vin basked in the glorious sensation of the lush lips worshipping his cock, hips swaying in sync with Karl’s movements. It was better than anything he had ever imagined. Karl’s tongue felt like velvet as it worked its magic on the rigid length and it took Vin all of his will not to thrust frantically into the lush wetness. His fingers sank into the broad shoulders and he tried to keep his back solidly propped against the window but it proved more difficult than he thought. The way things were going, he wasn’t sure if his legs would support him much longer.
And then there was just more sucking and more lapping and more tonguing and more swiping and… fuck! He just couldn’t take it anymore! His head fell back and his eyes squeezed shut. “Karl…” he panted. “You’ve got to stop this… It’s too fucking soon…” he begged, feeling his balls contracting, his release being so close…
But Karl shook his head slightly and produced a negating purr, stubbornly refusing to acknowledge Vin’s plea. He had every intention of milking that beautiful cock of all it could give. He increased the suction and the pace, his mouth clamping Vin’s shaft like a vise while his hand fisted it mercilessly.
“Urrggghh! Shit!” Vin howled, his orgasm ripping through him with a staggering intensity as he came hard into Karl’s mouth, filling it with a load of creamy seed. The Kiwi gladly swallowed the bittersweet nectar, sucking every drop off the cock tip, and he licked his lips appreciatively. He then kissed the inside of Vin’s thighs while his hands were grabbing the firm ass, kneading the hard trembling flesh. Vin was still shuddering from the aftershocks reverberating through every nerve in his body and even if Karl was holding on to him he was uselessly trying to brace himself against the thick glass for fear that his knees would give out.
Karl got back up on his feet and brought Vin’s naked body against his. For a while he simply enjoyed the warmth radiating from his lover’s heated skin and the halting sound of Vin’s heart thumping inside his chest.
“That was quite a tasty treat, mate…” he drawled as he nibbled on the soft line of Vin’s jaw and laid a sinuous path of kisses down his neck.
Vin squirmed a bit at the feel of rough stubble scratching his skin and he chuckled. “Maybe so but you sucked me dry like you said you would and there ain’t gonna be anything left for a while, Kiwi boy. I’m not old but I ain’t no spring chicken either…”
Karl looked at Vin again and smirked, eyes sparking with a ferocious gleam. “I beg to differ…” Stepping back, he swiftly unfastened his belt and got rid of his pants, revealing a superb erection. Then he glanced sideways, tilting his head towards the surprisingly large piece of furniture standing a few feet away from them. He smiled wickedly: “That’s a pretty big couch you got there… Do you think it’s big enough to give this ferret a nice run?” he asked teasingly as he ran a hand up and down his length.
Vin smiled. Ferret or not, that beautifully long cock standing right at attention was way too much of a temptation to ignore it. How could he?! He licked his lips in eager anticipation. “Yeah… it sure is…” he answered as he grasped Karl’s hand and led him to the couch. In no time the two of them were lying down with Vin on top, his body nicely blanketing Karl’s.
Karl shifted slightly to one side, allowing enough space to reach between Vin’s thighs. His voice turned low-pitched and was thick with lust, his long fingers gently skimming Vin’s softened member: “I want more of that…” he said as he began to fondle Vin’s cock and rubbed his own against a large thigh. “I want that big dick slamming up my ass… I want you to fuck me and fill me till I can’t even remember my name anymore… How does that sound to you?” There was no quipping or joking in his tone. There was nothing but blazing hunger and want and need.
Vin felt overwhelmed by the entrancing power of Karl’s desire and he sensed his own arousal coming back in full force with every firm stroke. Anything that Karl wanted, he was more than willing to give. And all he could think about at that point was shoving his cock deep in Karl’s delectable ass again and again until they would both collapse in exhaustion and how much he ached to have Karl’s dick buried inside him and to get fucked till he screamed and how it would start all over because they just couldn’t get enough of each other and…
“Sounds amazing…” was all he managed to say before capturing Karl’s mouth into yet another mind-numbing kiss. He didn’t think he could ever get tired of those scrumptious lips and all the wonderful things that luscious mouth could do to his body. He didn’t believe that anyone could.
Grudgingly tearing himself away from the kiss, Vin rose before reaching out to grab a small bottle from the coffee table next to the sofa. He flipped the cap open with one hand and quickly squirted a fair amount of lubricant in his other hand.
Karl cocked an eyebrow and smirked. “Do you always keep lube in your living room?”
Sitting back, Vin chuckled as he stroked his large member a few times, coating it nicely. “No… just this once…” he answered as he winked and tossed the lube aside.
Karl’s eyes narrowed and he smiled softly. “You had this planned all along, didn’t you?” he purred.
Vin leaned over and scattered small kisses all over Karl’s face. “Shut up…” he grumbled. “You talk too much… more doin’, less talkin’…” He then gazed hungrily at his lover before propping himself back up again. His eyes never leaving Karl, he deliberately ran a hand along the ridged length of his shaft for a while, hips swaying slightly as he was doing so.
Karl’s gaze widened and his cock quivered at the incredibly erotic sight. He’d never been the type to bottom and yet he wanted Vin to ride him and he wanted it now. It wasn’t even about relinquishing power and control anymore. No. It had nothing to do with that. To hell with being the alpha male because right now he couldn’t care less. Now it was all about having Vin’s cock ramming so far up his ass he would taste it. An all-consuming lust was treading a fiery path through his entire being and whatever self-control he had left was quickly fading away.
“Just quit teasing and get on with it already…” he pleaded almost angrily, eyes suddenly turning a dark shade of green and pupils rapidly dilating. He’d never needed another man the way he needed Vin at that very moment.
Vin leaned in close, his full lips hovering over Karl’s ear, the whisper of his breath warm on Karl’s skin. “It fuckin’ turns me on when you go all Vaako on me like that….” he uttered huskily. The soft rumbling of the deep voice sent a cascade of shivers all the way down Karl’s spine, kindling the fire that was already burning in his groin.
Karl drew a long, ragged breath. “Then just give me what I want…” he shot back in a broken voice. “Please, Vin…”
Even if his own need for completion was extreme and Karl’s pleading was like music to his ears, Vin didn’t want to give in just yet. He was bent on making this moment last for as long as possible out of fear that it would never happen again; or that it could be gone so soon that all he would be left with were a few wisps of memories… impressions more than sensations. To him it was one of those perfect moments that you wish you could freeze in time and turn into your own little piece of eternity; so precious in itself that nothing should spoil it.
“Hold you horses, Kiwi boy…” Vin quietly hushed.
He spread a trail of hot kisses down Karl’s neck but his mouth didn’t stop there. It kept roaming further down, kissing and licking its way around Karl’s chest until it found a dusky nipple and suckled it to a solid peak. The silken mouth granted the other nipple the same heavenly pleasure before resuming its feast on the delicious skin. Karl slipped a demanding hand behind Vin’s neck and a throaty moan drifted out of him as his chest heaved into his lover’s lips, the sheer heat of every wet lick threatening to overload his senses. All the while Vin’s hand was gliding fluidly along his side, down to the curve of his hip and to the smooth bend of his pelvis. The sensuous trek ended in the thatch of dark hair surrounding the turgid muscle that was now twitching as if it had a life of its own. Vin firmly grasped the pulsing member, slowly sliding up and down its length. The rhythm intensified and ebbed until his fingers settled on the reddened head, his thumb teasing the moist slit where pearly drops of pre-come had gathered.
“Christ!... uunghh…” Karl grunted harshly as he writhed under Vin’s touch, fingers now tightly clutching the soft leather of the sofa. Vin’s hand was now on his balls, fondling them and circling the puckered skin below with a tantalizing finger.
Karl’s body arched and his head rolled back, another shuddering groan passing his lips. As he sank back from the intense rush of pleasure, he parted his long legs and bent both knees so that Vin could settle within the cradle of his thighs. Vin then tentatively pushed a slicked finger between his lover’s cheeks, slowly coaxing the tight ring of muscle into opening up. Karl whimpered and his hips reflexively bucked at the painfully exquisite sensation. As soon as he felt him relaxing, Vin slipped in a second digit and delved deeper as he curled and twisted both fingers in a back and forth motion. Then a third one went in, stretching the narrow passage even more. Vin patiently explored the inner sanctum, seeking that particular place which he knew would send Karl on the brink of ecstasy.
“Awww, fuck!” Karl howled and his body curved in an upward thrust when Vin finally reached the sensitive spot. “Need ya… inside… now…” he slurred, his voice reduced to a bare whimper again.
Vin marvelled at the look of total surrender on the dark-haired beauty’s face as he was beginning to come undone, green eyes glazing over and kiss-swollen lips parting in a muted sigh. It was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen, one that he didn’t want to forget. “Sweet…” he thought as he leaned forward again to kiss Karl avidly. He just couldn’t get enough of the way the man tasted, of the way Karl’s tongue plundered through his mouth and possessed it so fully, of how inebriating it felt…
He lowered his hips until his cock rubbed against Karl’s taut sac, riding up the stiff member and down to tease the small entrance where his fingers had been just moments before. Karl moaned again and grabbed Vin’s ass, tugging him close and eliciting the most enjoyable friction between them. Vin grunted into the kiss, hips rolling lasciviously to meet Karl’s every move, bringing mocha and vanilla curves to meld into one another. He just couldn’t wait any longer. Breaking the embrace and gasping for air, he gazed at Karl expectantly.
“How long ago was it?” he asked before going any further. He had pulled himself back a bit and his cock was now nudging the small opening, ready to dive within the hot, welcoming sheath.
“Too long…” Karl muttered as he braced himself on the big man’s arms and pressed down on the glistening head of Vin’s cock. “… been waiting for this for too… fucking… long…” he uttered hoarsely.
“Then let’s make up for lost time…” Vin replied as he shifted before entering Karl slowly but insistently. “So damn tight…” he grunted as he buried his cock to the hilt, deep inside the warm channel. He sucked in a sharp breath and remained still for an instant, fearing that he would just come right there and then.
Karl’s eyes practically rolled to the back of his head as the fullness of Vin’s cock filled him entirely. The long forgotten sensation almost felt alien to him and yet he relished every nuance of it as Vin started to move inside him, his rhythm deliberate and steady. Vin slid a hand behind Karl and splayed his palm across the small of his back, holding his body close as he slowly dove in and pulled out almost completely before diving in again.
Then suddenly Vin’s cock was gone and so was the rest of his body. Karl let out a wistful sob, flinching at the sudden emptiness. Vin caught the expression on his face and smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry… there’s more where that came from, believe me…” he said as he rose and sat on the back of his heels. He hauled Karl’s legs up on his thighs before entering him again. Wasting no time, he rammed in furiously, relentlessly. For a long while the only sound rising above the soft music was that of balls slapping loudly against ass and a slew of animalistic groans and grunts.
Even if he thought he couldn’t possibly come again so fast, Vin soon felt his own release pressing inside his balls and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. Never breaking the rhythm, he bent down and his hand closed snugly around Karl’s shaft, pumping it just as forcefully as he was thrusting inside the hot core. Finding the right angle, his cock rubbed against the soft prostate repeatedly, causing Karl to writhe and squirm and thrash and sputter a string of garbled obscenities.
“So close… so damn close…” Vin rasped, ebony eyes staring ardently into Karl’s and searing with an unbridled passion. “…want you there with me, Karl…”
“Fuckin’ hell!” Karl finally shouted, his hips rising sharply into Vin’s hand and pushing forward to meet one final powerful thrust, his eyes focused where his body seemed to merge with his lover’s. “… gonna… come… urrgghh!!” With a throaty growl breaking through clenched teeth, Karl’s body tensed and his head snapped back as long spurts of warm come spilled onto his chest and over Vin’s hand.
The spastic squeezing of the inner walls around his aching cock was all it took to send Vin over the edge. A drawn-out, strangled groan ascended from his chest and he came hard and deep, a shattering tremor uncoiling in his belly and coursing all the way across his back.
Trying to catch his breath and feeling every muscle suddenly turning to mush, Vin carefully lowered himself aslant on Karl’s body as to not settle his full weight on the smaller man. He gently laid his head near the curve of Karl’s neck and wrapped an arm around his slender waist before drawing him closer.
“That was fantastic…” he drawled before he lightly kissed Karl’s sweaty temple.
“…mmm… yeah… ‘twas …” Karl slurred groggily, his brain still fogged from the mind-blowing orgasm.
For long minutes they both just lay there, enjoying the feel of their spent bodies huddling together, and listening to each other’s breathing. Vin was the first one to eventually speak.
“You know what would be really cool?” he asked as one big hand roamed downwards and came to rest on Karl’s shapely ass.
“Tell me…” Karl muttered with heavy-lidded eyes as he was absently stroking Vin’s smooth chest.
“What would be really cool is if someone decided to turn Doom into a movie and asked you to play Reaper.” He smiled and his face lit up like a Christmas tree. “That would be awesome!”
Karl slowly opened one eye, then the other, and he blinked a few times. He was once more amazed at how easily Vin could come up with such totally off-the-wall ideas sometimes. Little did he know, a script for a screen adaptation of the game would actually be waiting for him upon his return home…
He laughed softly. “Reaper, eh?” Even though he wasn’t sure he could see it happening, he still allowed himself to fantasize about the concept, if only momentarily. “Well, m’sure I could get used to runnin’ around shooting monsters all day… It would be a fuckin’ blast!” He smiled gleefully but his expression quickly reverted to something much more subdued. “How did you know?” he asked in a low voice.
Vin glanced at him a bit questioningly but his instincts were keen enough for him to guess what Karl was getting at. “Know what? That you’d been checking my ass all this time?”
Karl snorted. “I guess that’s one way of putting it, yeah.”
“I didn’t. I took one of the biggest gambles of my life, plain and simple.” Vin answered in all honesty. “I’m just happy you didn’t clock me one.” he added jokingly.
Karl frowned. “Are you insane? I don’t have a death wish, if that’s what you think!” he exclaimed, laughing again.
Vin smiled. “Good… ‘cause it sure could’ve got pretty messy…” he jested as he pulled the Kiwi in a tight hug.
Karl chuckled and attempted to wriggle his way out of the strong arms, to no avail. “Now quit being such a sook because I may actually be forced to hurt you this time…” he warned, trying to sound and look as serious as possible but failing miserably.
Vin loosened his grip and grinned. “And what if I liked it, huh? What would you do then?” he challenged cockily and started nibbling and kissing Karl’s neck.
Karl squirmed in delight under the tender assault of the plush lips. “Then I’d have no choice but to hurt you even more, ya kinky bugger…” he bantered. He then shifted to cup Vin’s face in his hands and he just stared into the gorgeous dark eyes for a while. He inexplicably felt like he could completely lose himself in there and it could be a one way trip for all he cared. He laid a little kiss on each eye and sighed contently. “I think I could seriously get used to this…” he admitted out loud and to his own surprise.
Vin smiled. “Same here…” he murmured, feeling like he was reliving his first crush all over again. Soon soft lips were on his, Karl’s tongue prying them open and spiralling into a bruising kiss, yearning, searching, feeding…
Vin had no trouble at all imagining himself living this every day and every night for the rest of his life. And that’s when he came to a major realization: Karl Urban was like a drug. A very potent drug. Once he got under your skin, you kept wanting more and more until you just felt totally consumed by him…
The next morning
Vin didn’t like airports because they always reminded him of goodbyes. He hated goodbyes.
He looked distractedly around him as hundreds of passengers were scurrying hurriedly to board their respective planes. He was there and yet he felt strangely detached from all the loud activity that was buzzing incessantly. As much as he was trying to, he couldn’t focus on any of it. All he could do was listen to his own heartbeat pounding through his ears. He felt his gut coiling into a massive knot of apprehension and dread, and it was the worst feeling in the world. But there was nothing he could do about it. The emotions were just too visceral to be locked away and ignored. How could things possibly have changed so fast? Had he lost a friend and gained a lover or did he have both now?
His gaze eventually fell back on Karl when the imminent departure of the flight to Auckland was finally announced. “So this is it, huh?” he asked with a smile that was a stark contradiction to the crushing feeling of sorrow that seized him as the harsh reality of Karl leaving suddenly hit like a ton of brick.
“I'm afraid so, yeah.” Karl replied as resignedly as he could while securing a piece of luggage on his shoulder. Leaving his friend and now lover was proving to be a lot harder than he’d ever thought. This new twist on their relationship was something he certainly hadn’t expected and yet here he was, wishing he’d never have to leave Vin’s side, or at least not so soon. He was fully aware that this could have numerous implications – good and bad – but he believed it was worth exploring even though it was scary as hell. On the other hand, while going back home wasn’t what he wanted right now he knew he had no choice. But they hadn’t really talked about all that, had they? And now there was no time left. He had to go…
“We’ve got to really keep in touch this time, okay?” he said forlornly. He mentally winced at how completely trite and hollow his words sounded somehow. He knew Vin deserved a lot better than this and he truly wished he could give him more but he didn’t want to make any promises he may not be able to keep. “I’ll try to come back and visit again as soon as I get some real free time.” He smirked, trying to lighten up the mood a bit. “Besides, we still haven’t played that bloody game…”
Vin smiled genuinely this time, grabbing Karl’s hand and hauling him in a bear hug. He fought to keep the emotions at bay but his voice still cracked. “Yeah… I’d really like that… And say hi to the wife and the little guy for me, alright?”
“Will do…” Karl replied, his heart heavy as he reluctantly pulled away and started heading for the gate. “Take care, mate…” he then said, turning around one last time before he continued walking.
Vin wanted to reciprocate the goodbye but something held him back and he remained speechless. He simply raised a hand and smiled faintly as he saw his lover gradually disappear inside the sea of passengers.
A few minutes later, he numbly watched the plane taxiing off the runway. “Take care…” he whispered.
It was now very clear that the withdrawal symptoms were already rearing their ugly head...
FIN
Author’s note: There will most likely be a sequel to this so don’t be sad… =o)
New Zealand colloquialisms used in this story
piss up: party, social gathering, excuse for drinking alcohol.
drongo: stupid fool, idiot.
singlet: a camisole or a tank top, depending in which part of the world you live in.
to give your ferret a run: to have sex.
sook: kindly description of someone who is being silly, or behaving like a softy or scaredy cat. More often than not this word is used as a term of endearment.