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Fic: Party Animal 11/? Karl/Orlando - R
Title: Party Animal 11/?
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 11/?)
‘Caught in the struggle tight on the rod I want you
Bring out the devil to bring out the god I want you.’
Peter Gabriel: And through the wire.
Orlando bit back a yelp as Urban's spoke right in his ear -- he jumped, tried to spin around but stumbled over his own feet. Nearly went down hard --
But Urban was behind him (of *course* Urban was behind him) and instead of a spine-jarring visit with the asphalt, Orlando found his shoulder blades falling neatly against Urban's chest. Found Urban's hand in his pocket. And Urban's voice, just as molten as the rest of him -- yeah, Orlando found *that* right in his ear again, making his stomach tingle.
Um... Words. Orlando was *sure* there had been words, not just that voice, or those hips pushing gently against him from behind, or the warm breath he could feel against his neck -- but for the life of him, he didn't know... what... was--
Keys.
Jingling and swinging gently half an inch from Orlando's nose. Orlando swallowed. //Christ, Lando, get it together!// He grabbed the keys quickly, pulled away from Urban; shuddered at the sudden loss of warmth. Took a deep breath.
He didn't turn around, just stood for a moment on the asphalt, the world spinning around him as he tried to will feeling back into his legs; he knew his eyes were a little too wide, and his face was a little too flushed, and he'd be *damned* if Urban was gonna see him as just some naive kid. //And when, OB, did you start to care what he thinks of you...?//
"Thanks," he said finally, voice a little uneven. Loosened fingers closed too tight around the keys. And he'd just take one more deep breath before he thought it was safe to cross the twenty feet to his car, thanks, because he really *didn't* want to end up sprawled on the ground just now.
After all, this was a new shirt.
~~~~~~~~
Karl smirked at the state the young man was in. He smirked harder at the thought that he was going to get so much worse before he got better. //You really still have no idea what you've let yourself in for do you?// He strode off towards the car and bike, still smirking to himself. He didn't touch Orlando, not one finger, not one word. //Let him stew, let him think for a bit...this is truly your last chance sunshine!//
~~~~~~~~
Orlando fumbled with the keys and the car door for a long ten seconds. Finally just yanked on the handle in frustration -- and it opened. Orlando swore softly; if he let a rental get stolen, he'd never hear the end of it.
And, better, he couldn't remember, for the life of him, how the fuck you were supposed to get the lights turned off. He climbed half inside, sat down in the driver's seat. Made himself take a deep breath; stared blankly through the windshield, one leg still out of the car.
//Christ, OB. What the hell do you think you're *doing*? Going home with some bloke you've never spoken to before tonight... You don't know fact one about him, aside than that he's a co-worker, and--//
~~~~~~~~
He reached his motorbike, hopped on not bothering with his helmet as usual, there was a spare in one of the side panniers in case any of his rides asked. The keys got jammed into the hole and the familiar throbbing started up, filling the air with revs.
~~~~~~~~
The sudden roar of Urban's motorcycle cut into the night. Orlando grit his teeth, shoved the car-key into the ignition. He couldn't do this. Had to get out of here, get someplace where he could breathe again. Turned the key brutally, pumped the gas.
With the bike roaring a raw three feet away, Orlando almost couldn't hear his car engine screech, sputter, and fail to turn over.
Oh, no. He turned the key again. And again.
Nothing.
He closed his eyes against a surge of panic. Deep breath. Okay. He'd done it a million times with girls, and it'd never bothered him, right? So he'd just do this, the one-night-stand thing. They were both adults, here. Hell, Urban probably did this every night he could get free; Orlando was nothing special, as far as he was concerned. It would be one night, no big deal.
One night didn't mean you were gay, right?
Orlando took another deep breath, opened his eyes -- and there it was. Little black button with "lights" printed on it. He jabbed at it, and off they went. He hit the locks, ducked out of the car and kicked it shut. Spun around to face Urban.
~~~~~~~~
His head turned towards Orlando as he turned from his car. Two fingers re-tucked themselves into Orlando's waistband, pulling him closer till his groin bumped into Karl's muscular thigh. "Want me to help you get on or do you think you can manage on your own?" He taunted. //Not one to resist a challenge are you Elf Boy?//
~~~~~~~~
It took an instant for Urban's sarcasm to sink in; when it did, Orlando's eyes flashed. Christ, would the wanker *ever* stop laughing at him? He leaned over, slid an arm around Urban's waist, fingers spreading warm and familiar over the man's hard stomach. He swung a leg over the back and jumped up, balancing with the bike. Snuggled himself up behind Urban, chest pressing against shoulder blades, stomach against back, legs tucked warm against the undersides of Urban's legs. Felt the bike vibrating up through both of them, and fought hard to keep from shivering.
Maybe this hadn't been such a bad idea, after all. "Whenever you're ready, sweetheart," Orlando said in Urban's ear, tone bright, eyes dark.
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 11/?)
‘Caught in the struggle tight on the rod I want you
Bring out the devil to bring out the god I want you.’
Peter Gabriel: And through the wire.
Orlando bit back a yelp as Urban's spoke right in his ear -- he jumped, tried to spin around but stumbled over his own feet. Nearly went down hard --
But Urban was behind him (of *course* Urban was behind him) and instead of a spine-jarring visit with the asphalt, Orlando found his shoulder blades falling neatly against Urban's chest. Found Urban's hand in his pocket. And Urban's voice, just as molten as the rest of him -- yeah, Orlando found *that* right in his ear again, making his stomach tingle.
Um... Words. Orlando was *sure* there had been words, not just that voice, or those hips pushing gently against him from behind, or the warm breath he could feel against his neck -- but for the life of him, he didn't know... what... was--
Keys.
Jingling and swinging gently half an inch from Orlando's nose. Orlando swallowed. //Christ, Lando, get it together!// He grabbed the keys quickly, pulled away from Urban; shuddered at the sudden loss of warmth. Took a deep breath.
He didn't turn around, just stood for a moment on the asphalt, the world spinning around him as he tried to will feeling back into his legs; he knew his eyes were a little too wide, and his face was a little too flushed, and he'd be *damned* if Urban was gonna see him as just some naive kid. //And when, OB, did you start to care what he thinks of you...?//
"Thanks," he said finally, voice a little uneven. Loosened fingers closed too tight around the keys. And he'd just take one more deep breath before he thought it was safe to cross the twenty feet to his car, thanks, because he really *didn't* want to end up sprawled on the ground just now.
After all, this was a new shirt.
~~~~~~~~
Karl smirked at the state the young man was in. He smirked harder at the thought that he was going to get so much worse before he got better. //You really still have no idea what you've let yourself in for do you?// He strode off towards the car and bike, still smirking to himself. He didn't touch Orlando, not one finger, not one word. //Let him stew, let him think for a bit...this is truly your last chance sunshine!//
~~~~~~~~
Orlando fumbled with the keys and the car door for a long ten seconds. Finally just yanked on the handle in frustration -- and it opened. Orlando swore softly; if he let a rental get stolen, he'd never hear the end of it.
And, better, he couldn't remember, for the life of him, how the fuck you were supposed to get the lights turned off. He climbed half inside, sat down in the driver's seat. Made himself take a deep breath; stared blankly through the windshield, one leg still out of the car.
//Christ, OB. What the hell do you think you're *doing*? Going home with some bloke you've never spoken to before tonight... You don't know fact one about him, aside than that he's a co-worker, and--//
~~~~~~~~
He reached his motorbike, hopped on not bothering with his helmet as usual, there was a spare in one of the side panniers in case any of his rides asked. The keys got jammed into the hole and the familiar throbbing started up, filling the air with revs.
~~~~~~~~
The sudden roar of Urban's motorcycle cut into the night. Orlando grit his teeth, shoved the car-key into the ignition. He couldn't do this. Had to get out of here, get someplace where he could breathe again. Turned the key brutally, pumped the gas.
With the bike roaring a raw three feet away, Orlando almost couldn't hear his car engine screech, sputter, and fail to turn over.
Oh, no. He turned the key again. And again.
Nothing.
He closed his eyes against a surge of panic. Deep breath. Okay. He'd done it a million times with girls, and it'd never bothered him, right? So he'd just do this, the one-night-stand thing. They were both adults, here. Hell, Urban probably did this every night he could get free; Orlando was nothing special, as far as he was concerned. It would be one night, no big deal.
One night didn't mean you were gay, right?
Orlando took another deep breath, opened his eyes -- and there it was. Little black button with "lights" printed on it. He jabbed at it, and off they went. He hit the locks, ducked out of the car and kicked it shut. Spun around to face Urban.
~~~~~~~~
His head turned towards Orlando as he turned from his car. Two fingers re-tucked themselves into Orlando's waistband, pulling him closer till his groin bumped into Karl's muscular thigh. "Want me to help you get on or do you think you can manage on your own?" He taunted. //Not one to resist a challenge are you Elf Boy?//
~~~~~~~~
It took an instant for Urban's sarcasm to sink in; when it did, Orlando's eyes flashed. Christ, would the wanker *ever* stop laughing at him? He leaned over, slid an arm around Urban's waist, fingers spreading warm and familiar over the man's hard stomach. He swung a leg over the back and jumped up, balancing with the bike. Snuggled himself up behind Urban, chest pressing against shoulder blades, stomach against back, legs tucked warm against the undersides of Urban's legs. Felt the bike vibrating up through both of them, and fought hard to keep from shivering.
Maybe this hadn't been such a bad idea, after all. "Whenever you're ready, sweetheart," Orlando said in Urban's ear, tone bright, eyes dark.
tbc…