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Fic: Party Animal 10/? Karl/Orlando - R
Title: Party Animal 10/?
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@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 10/?)
‘I've had enough, I'm getting out
to the city, the big big city
I'll be a big noise with all the big boys
there's so much stuff I will own.’
Peter Gabriel: Big time
~~~~~~~~
//See...that wasn't so difficult now was it? You can't say no...I won't ever let you//
Karl ducked his head under Orlando's chin, hands still moulded to his butt cheeks, pulling in and holding up. His kisses continued, Orlando's flavour infusing itself into his lips as they journeyed up plane of neck, along bone of jaw and nipped caressingly up ear lobe and whorls to tip.
He moved one hand up, around, trailing along the topmost edge of Orlando's trousers, then ducking two fingers in as they came to a stop at the front. Karl pulled back suddenly, briefly burning his eyes into Orlando's //Never be scared with me, I'll always treat you right// Before turning, letting the crowd melt away as he strode towards the doors, pulling Orlando along behind him.
~~~~~~~~
Orlando jumped when warm fingers tucked themselves neatly down the front of his jeans. He jumped, and then the world froze. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think -- but every hair on his body stood straight up. //Oh... *fuck.*// He was going to -- had to -- get out, leave, had to-- this wasn't... Fucking *Christ,* this was serious, this wasn't just some goddamn bet, this was...
Was...
Urban. Was. Looking at him again, eyes burning -- branding, even. Searing into Orlando. Fire. And it was like the panic shattered; Urban's eyes broke it, broke something small and brittle in Orlando and made the pieces melt away and disappear. And when Urban looked away again, dropped that magnetic gaze, Orlando took a deep, trembling breath. Rubbed at his eyes once; swallowed hard.
And, as he followed Urban, letting himself be pulled along, Orlando thought, musingly, that he might have actually gotten himself in a bit over his head, here. But surely he could handle this, because after all, he was—
~~~~~~~~
The cool air hit like ice and shivering excitement passed through Karl's bones. He turned abruptly as they reached the driveway, letting Orlando walk into him, hips knocking as Karl's fingers teased back round again, his whole hand dipping under fabric onto smooth skin, gripping hard.
"Which do you want...your car...or...you can ride behind me...feel the engine throbbing under you...holding onto me...your choice..." His hand disappeared from the warmth, he stepped back and away, eyes glaring into Orlando from dark lashes and darker eyes.
~~~~~~~~
Orlando's eyelids fluttered and he nearly followed after Urban when the man stepped away. Because he was very cold suddenly -- too damn *cold.* And he *needed*...
But Orlando caught himself in time, kept still. Shoved his hands in his pockets. //Oh, dignity *now,* OB? That's just fine. --and, for fuck's sake, answer the man's question. Who drives?// Orlando licked his lips unconsciously, fighting the chill, and stared out at the cars. Saw Urban's motorcycle, and there, next to it, was Orlando's rental.
...With the fucking *lights* still on.
"Oh, fuck *me,*" Orlando muttered. Stared at them too-bright for a second, then shook his head. Glanced at Urban, said, "Your ride, then -- let me just takecareof..." without quite meeting the man's eyes, and darted towards his car to turn the lights off, feeling around in his pocket for his keys.
~~~~~~~~
Karl let loose a feral grin as Orlando lost the dazed look he had been sporting ever since he'd first encountered Karl and replaced it with one of puzzlement. Karl watched, the frigid air only slightly affecting his hot demeanour, and grinned in glee as the man attempted to get with it enough to find his keys. Karl and Orlando's hips had practically melded together on the dancefloor and Karl knew exactly where the keys were.
"Need a hand?" He asked against Orlando's ear, suddenly finding himself with his hips leaning gently against Orlando's arse. He reached one hand round, pushed Orlando's hands out of the way and dug his fingers deep into the trouser pocket, grabbing the keys and pulling them out, dangling them infront of Orlando's eyes. "Looking for something?"
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@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 10/?)
‘I've had enough, I'm getting out
to the city, the big big city
I'll be a big noise with all the big boys
there's so much stuff I will own.’
Peter Gabriel: Big time
~~~~~~~~
//See...that wasn't so difficult now was it? You can't say no...I won't ever let you//
Karl ducked his head under Orlando's chin, hands still moulded to his butt cheeks, pulling in and holding up. His kisses continued, Orlando's flavour infusing itself into his lips as they journeyed up plane of neck, along bone of jaw and nipped caressingly up ear lobe and whorls to tip.
He moved one hand up, around, trailing along the topmost edge of Orlando's trousers, then ducking two fingers in as they came to a stop at the front. Karl pulled back suddenly, briefly burning his eyes into Orlando's //Never be scared with me, I'll always treat you right// Before turning, letting the crowd melt away as he strode towards the doors, pulling Orlando along behind him.
~~~~~~~~
Orlando jumped when warm fingers tucked themselves neatly down the front of his jeans. He jumped, and then the world froze. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think -- but every hair on his body stood straight up. //Oh... *fuck.*// He was going to -- had to -- get out, leave, had to-- this wasn't... Fucking *Christ,* this was serious, this wasn't just some goddamn bet, this was...
Was...
Urban. Was. Looking at him again, eyes burning -- branding, even. Searing into Orlando. Fire. And it was like the panic shattered; Urban's eyes broke it, broke something small and brittle in Orlando and made the pieces melt away and disappear. And when Urban looked away again, dropped that magnetic gaze, Orlando took a deep, trembling breath. Rubbed at his eyes once; swallowed hard.
And, as he followed Urban, letting himself be pulled along, Orlando thought, musingly, that he might have actually gotten himself in a bit over his head, here. But surely he could handle this, because after all, he was—
~~~~~~~~
The cool air hit like ice and shivering excitement passed through Karl's bones. He turned abruptly as they reached the driveway, letting Orlando walk into him, hips knocking as Karl's fingers teased back round again, his whole hand dipping under fabric onto smooth skin, gripping hard.
"Which do you want...your car...or...you can ride behind me...feel the engine throbbing under you...holding onto me...your choice..." His hand disappeared from the warmth, he stepped back and away, eyes glaring into Orlando from dark lashes and darker eyes.
~~~~~~~~
Orlando's eyelids fluttered and he nearly followed after Urban when the man stepped away. Because he was very cold suddenly -- too damn *cold.* And he *needed*...
But Orlando caught himself in time, kept still. Shoved his hands in his pockets. //Oh, dignity *now,* OB? That's just fine. --and, for fuck's sake, answer the man's question. Who drives?// Orlando licked his lips unconsciously, fighting the chill, and stared out at the cars. Saw Urban's motorcycle, and there, next to it, was Orlando's rental.
...With the fucking *lights* still on.
"Oh, fuck *me,*" Orlando muttered. Stared at them too-bright for a second, then shook his head. Glanced at Urban, said, "Your ride, then -- let me just takecareof..." without quite meeting the man's eyes, and darted towards his car to turn the lights off, feeling around in his pocket for his keys.
~~~~~~~~
Karl let loose a feral grin as Orlando lost the dazed look he had been sporting ever since he'd first encountered Karl and replaced it with one of puzzlement. Karl watched, the frigid air only slightly affecting his hot demeanour, and grinned in glee as the man attempted to get with it enough to find his keys. Karl and Orlando's hips had practically melded together on the dancefloor and Karl knew exactly where the keys were.
"Need a hand?" He asked against Orlando's ear, suddenly finding himself with his hips leaning gently against Orlando's arse. He reached one hand round, pushed Orlando's hands out of the way and dug his fingers deep into the trouser pocket, grabbing the keys and pulling them out, dangling them infront of Orlando's eyes. "Looking for something?"
tbc…