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fellowshippers2002-08-24 07:32 pm
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Fic: Party Animal 9/? Karl/Orlando - NC-17
Title: Party Animal 9/?
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: NC17
Archive: Beyond the Fellowship and http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nix@nixxie.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 9/?)
‘I'm on my way, I'm making it
I've got to make it show,
So much larger than life
I'm going to watch it growing ’
Peter Gabriel: Big time
Karl felt the resistance, the almost pull back...
//You know you can't resist this//
But then it faded away as the body infront of him pressed harder still forwards, moulded the two bodies together, fused. Karl felt Orlando weaken slightly, begging with his body, his soul.
//Told you you couldn't resist this//
And the kiss, heat, relentless heat, pushing and sucking of tongues, jaw aching unheeded, groin twitching in delight at the feel of slick lips as Orlando opened to Karl, let him in fully, begging to be claimed, aching and wanting.
Karl ached for this. Needed this from his soul and his aching groin. //Go easy now...steady...he's given...but he needs to be fully ready to be taken//
He moved his hands, one stopping on the small of Orlando's back, the other stopping on his tight arse, pulling him impossibly closer, squeezing, hand fitting perfectly.
//Say yes...you know you can't say no.//
~~~~~~~~
Orlando gave a little startled sound, something between a moan and a gasp; his eyelashes fluttered, flew open for an instant as he felt the hand streak scarlet down his back and lower.
He thought, in a vague, dizzy way, that he should step back. That he should take a breath, before... Before something--happened, here, something might...
A moment of flash-blinding lights, the far off throb of music. Urban too fucking close to focus on, and blurry, and radiating want and heat and--
*Fuck* might! Something had *better!* Orlando's eyes were closed again, and the world was swung back into rotation around of pulling hands, and sliding lips, and bodies that might've been interlocking, for all Orlando could tell. And Orlando's hands suddenly weren't free anymore, but were tangled and trapped and sinking into Urban just like the rest of Orlando: low on the man's hips, short nails digging into the leather and pulling hard.
~~~~~~~~
And the kiss continued, long and hard and sweet and furious and jaw achingly familiar like Karl had been kissing this manchild like this all his life, like he knew this man's soul, the way to his heart, the way to make him go insane, the way to make him cum with one word, one
touch. And Orlando's groin pushed into him as his hands ran and rubbed over Karl's back.
//Yes...you can't resist, No is not in your vocabulary...only yes...and Please.//
Karl tried to lean back into the hands and forward into the hips at the same time, moving to the music, his own hands kneading into Orlando's arse, holding his back, pushing him in further, pushing him over the edge.
"Come home with me." He half breathed half growled, pulling lips back for an instant before travelling down over cheek and jawbone and neck and thrown back throat, dipping his tongue into the dip where his collarbones met, tongue tasting salty and sweet almond flavoured skin.
~~~~~~~~
Orlando gasped, nearly whimpered as the lips left. Orlando's hands turned to fists on Karl's hips, pulling, begging -- wanting that kiss back, needing the heat of it. And Urban was saying... something, Orlando wasn't sure. Couldn't make the words make sense, because he
*needed*--
Oh. Needed *that* -- suddenly the lips were back, lacing fire across his throat, over all the little sensitive places that made the backs of Orlando's knees tingle. And a tongue, licking at him, and--
//Come home with me...// *Oh.* Like a light flickering on, Orlando could make the words make sense, finally understood what the *hell* Urban had said. And, oh, well, *fuck.*
"Thought you'd never ask," Orlando gasped, grateful his voice didn't decide to do something silly like crack as a new surge of adrenaline swept through him, making his stomach knot and his head swim. Holding onto Urban for dear life.
tbc…
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: NC17
Archive: Beyond the Fellowship and http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nix@nixxie.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 9/?)
‘I'm on my way, I'm making it
I've got to make it show,
So much larger than life
I'm going to watch it growing ’
Peter Gabriel: Big time
Karl felt the resistance, the almost pull back...
//You know you can't resist this//
But then it faded away as the body infront of him pressed harder still forwards, moulded the two bodies together, fused. Karl felt Orlando weaken slightly, begging with his body, his soul.
//Told you you couldn't resist this//
And the kiss, heat, relentless heat, pushing and sucking of tongues, jaw aching unheeded, groin twitching in delight at the feel of slick lips as Orlando opened to Karl, let him in fully, begging to be claimed, aching and wanting.
Karl ached for this. Needed this from his soul and his aching groin. //Go easy now...steady...he's given...but he needs to be fully ready to be taken//
He moved his hands, one stopping on the small of Orlando's back, the other stopping on his tight arse, pulling him impossibly closer, squeezing, hand fitting perfectly.
//Say yes...you know you can't say no.//
~~~~~~~~
Orlando gave a little startled sound, something between a moan and a gasp; his eyelashes fluttered, flew open for an instant as he felt the hand streak scarlet down his back and lower.
He thought, in a vague, dizzy way, that he should step back. That he should take a breath, before... Before something--happened, here, something might...
A moment of flash-blinding lights, the far off throb of music. Urban too fucking close to focus on, and blurry, and radiating want and heat and--
*Fuck* might! Something had *better!* Orlando's eyes were closed again, and the world was swung back into rotation around of pulling hands, and sliding lips, and bodies that might've been interlocking, for all Orlando could tell. And Orlando's hands suddenly weren't free anymore, but were tangled and trapped and sinking into Urban just like the rest of Orlando: low on the man's hips, short nails digging into the leather and pulling hard.
~~~~~~~~
And the kiss continued, long and hard and sweet and furious and jaw achingly familiar like Karl had been kissing this manchild like this all his life, like he knew this man's soul, the way to his heart, the way to make him go insane, the way to make him cum with one word, one
touch. And Orlando's groin pushed into him as his hands ran and rubbed over Karl's back.
//Yes...you can't resist, No is not in your vocabulary...only yes...and Please.//
Karl tried to lean back into the hands and forward into the hips at the same time, moving to the music, his own hands kneading into Orlando's arse, holding his back, pushing him in further, pushing him over the edge.
"Come home with me." He half breathed half growled, pulling lips back for an instant before travelling down over cheek and jawbone and neck and thrown back throat, dipping his tongue into the dip where his collarbones met, tongue tasting salty and sweet almond flavoured skin.
~~~~~~~~
Orlando gasped, nearly whimpered as the lips left. Orlando's hands turned to fists on Karl's hips, pulling, begging -- wanting that kiss back, needing the heat of it. And Urban was saying... something, Orlando wasn't sure. Couldn't make the words make sense, because he
*needed*--
Oh. Needed *that* -- suddenly the lips were back, lacing fire across his throat, over all the little sensitive places that made the backs of Orlando's knees tingle. And a tongue, licking at him, and--
//Come home with me...// *Oh.* Like a light flickering on, Orlando could make the words make sense, finally understood what the *hell* Urban had said. And, oh, well, *fuck.*
"Thought you'd never ask," Orlando gasped, grateful his voice didn't decide to do something silly like crack as a new surge of adrenaline swept through him, making his stomach knot and his head swim. Holding onto Urban for dear life.
tbc…