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Fic: Party Animal 12/? Karl/Orlando - R
Title: Party Animal 12/?
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 12/?)
‘Friday night, you're staying at home I want you
I'm tickling and clicking a metronome I want you.’
Peter Gabriel: And through the wire.
"Hold on tight, I ride fast." Karl growled back at Orlando loudly over the sound of the revs, not a tease, not a come-on, just a fact. A fact that was true in more ways than one. His foot kicked out and knocked the stand back up into the frame of the bike, resting his feet lightly on the surface for a few seconds before letting the engine throb and scream off up the driveway and out onto the road.
The air rushing through his hair again Karl felt calmer…apart from the pair of warm hands holding onto him tight. Apart from the warm chest pressed up against his back. Apart from the legs snaked under his as the bike swayed to avoid the other road users. Apart from the heat gathering in his groin as he felt Orlando's hips grind into his backside with every bump of the road.
Karl grinned into the chilly air as he tried to hit every bump and pothole he could find, making the Elf behind him cling on tighter and bump into him harder. He turned his head as they came to a stop at some cross lights. "You enjoying my ride?" He almost snarled.
~~~~~~~~
Orlando couldn't breathe; felt every jolt and jar knock into him through Karl and through the bike surging under him. Felt every detail of the road. And the wind made his eyes sting, and it took a few bad turns before he learned how to lean into the corners the right way, melding against Urban, moving with him -- a part of him, for the instant when their knees dipped so low Orlando could *feel* the pavement rushing by beneath them, when the bike was perilously diagonal... and Orlando never did think Urban would be able to bring it back up, but every time he did, easily, smoothly. Like he had better things to think about.
It didn't *matter* that Orlando couldn't breathe, couldn't see without blinking back the wind-burn -- because every time the bike hit a pothole or crack or seam in the road, every time they leaned into a curve, Orlando got shaken a little closer. Found himself pushed up impossibly tighter against Urban. And even though the cold wind zipped by and even though the chill bit easily through the too-thin magenta-and-green shirt, Orlando felt warm all over.
He hardly remembered *how* to breathe by the time they rolled up under a red light. Tucked his forehead against Urban's shoulder and willed the air in and out of his lungs a few times. Inhale, exhale, feeling dizzy. Knew his fingers were digging into Urban's stomach a little too hard; didn't care.
Christ. Enjoying the ride, Urban had asked. Was he *enjoying* the ride. Forget *enjoying!* Orlando was *loving* this. Was wondering why the fuck he'd never done this before!
"Can you go any faster?" he asked, eyes sparkling not just because of the bite in the wind. Orlando had a feeling Urban wasn't about to tell him no.
~~~~~~~~
//Faster…Oh Fuck you Elf Boy…I can do so much *better* than faster!//
Karl revved the bike, the throbbing sounding louder in the night air, and placed both feet hard down onto the road, kicking as the lights changed and he pulled the front of the bike up, leaning back into Orlando and letting the bike squeal on one wheel before tipping upwards as his feet re-attached themselves to the bike frame, Almost flying one-wheeled over the crossroads and down the road, front wheel only dropping back to the ground when gravity got too much.
Karl felt Orlando fall into him as they landed, the front wheel screaming as it spun fast till it gripped the asphalt and they sped off faster than ever towards Karl’s house.
~~~~~~~~
"Holy shit!" Orlando yelped, thighs clenching on the bike as Urban tipped it back. He vaguely heard somebody honking behind them, could hardly recognize the sound over the roar of the engine; saw the sky tilting crazily at a very wrong angle relative to the road. Orlando's hands balled into fistfuls of Urban's shirt, and he was gripping with his legs tight enough that his ankles were starting to go numb -- but he slipped backwards anyway, skidding down the bike, towards the pavement. //Oh, holy *fuck,* no bitch-bar!// And for a stomach-lurching moment, he was absolutely sure he was going to fall, was going to go tumbling off backwards.
And then the front tire bounced down, burned and squealed; Orlando slammed into Karl as the world went properly horizontal again, hips and chest colliding with Urban's back.
Oh, *Christ.*
They were weaving in and out of traffic again before Orlando realized he was hanging onto Urban like he was trying to crawl inside the man's skin. He let go of Urban's shirt, but still held on just a little too tight, feeling his pulse banging through him in time with the throbbing engine. Oh, Christ -- that had been *amazing.*
Urban was a fucking *bastard,* but it was still amazing.
"*Fuck* me," Orlando muttered, biting back a hysterical laugh. He buried his face in Urban's shoulder to keep out of the wind as he tried to get his heart to slow down.
~~~~~~~~
The bike sped faster ever onwards and Karl became one with it again, he owned the road, it was his and no bugger in their right mind was going to argue with him tonight...no one was mad enough. He felt Orlando at his back, practically on his back, felt the tremors and the gripping hands and the muttered words and the shakey breaths. //Don’t you fret little Elf. Almost there, almost where you belong now.//
Karl swung the bike into his driveway and skidded to a halt in it’s usual lopsided spot on the brickwork, He only waited long enough to flick the keys off and pull them out before sliding off the bike, turning and pulling the still trembling Orlando to him, one leg up and over the bike and dropping his feet to the floor, barely touching it before Karl’s hands were on his back, his arse cheeks, pulling him closer than a second skin. And ferocious lips full of dark promises swooped down and linked themselves onto Orlando’s, pushing and pulling and most definitely not asking. //Mine…Mine and now you’re home…with me where I’ll drive you out of your mind and keep you safe. *Mine*//
He kissed and held and tore at Orlando’s soul till it was mere wisps on the breeze, his hips ground into Orlando’s leaving the boy turned man in no doubt how much Karl felt, how much he was going to take, how much he was going to give. Karl’s hands pulled and held and rubbed and ravaged till he was surprised Orlando was still standing and just before the Elven prince took leave of his senses completely Karl swooped him up into his arms, cradling him to his body and strode purposefully to his front door.
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 12/?)
‘Friday night, you're staying at home I want you
I'm tickling and clicking a metronome I want you.’
Peter Gabriel: And through the wire.
"Hold on tight, I ride fast." Karl growled back at Orlando loudly over the sound of the revs, not a tease, not a come-on, just a fact. A fact that was true in more ways than one. His foot kicked out and knocked the stand back up into the frame of the bike, resting his feet lightly on the surface for a few seconds before letting the engine throb and scream off up the driveway and out onto the road.
The air rushing through his hair again Karl felt calmer…apart from the pair of warm hands holding onto him tight. Apart from the warm chest pressed up against his back. Apart from the legs snaked under his as the bike swayed to avoid the other road users. Apart from the heat gathering in his groin as he felt Orlando's hips grind into his backside with every bump of the road.
Karl grinned into the chilly air as he tried to hit every bump and pothole he could find, making the Elf behind him cling on tighter and bump into him harder. He turned his head as they came to a stop at some cross lights. "You enjoying my ride?" He almost snarled.
~~~~~~~~
Orlando couldn't breathe; felt every jolt and jar knock into him through Karl and through the bike surging under him. Felt every detail of the road. And the wind made his eyes sting, and it took a few bad turns before he learned how to lean into the corners the right way, melding against Urban, moving with him -- a part of him, for the instant when their knees dipped so low Orlando could *feel* the pavement rushing by beneath them, when the bike was perilously diagonal... and Orlando never did think Urban would be able to bring it back up, but every time he did, easily, smoothly. Like he had better things to think about.
It didn't *matter* that Orlando couldn't breathe, couldn't see without blinking back the wind-burn -- because every time the bike hit a pothole or crack or seam in the road, every time they leaned into a curve, Orlando got shaken a little closer. Found himself pushed up impossibly tighter against Urban. And even though the cold wind zipped by and even though the chill bit easily through the too-thin magenta-and-green shirt, Orlando felt warm all over.
He hardly remembered *how* to breathe by the time they rolled up under a red light. Tucked his forehead against Urban's shoulder and willed the air in and out of his lungs a few times. Inhale, exhale, feeling dizzy. Knew his fingers were digging into Urban's stomach a little too hard; didn't care.
Christ. Enjoying the ride, Urban had asked. Was he *enjoying* the ride. Forget *enjoying!* Orlando was *loving* this. Was wondering why the fuck he'd never done this before!
"Can you go any faster?" he asked, eyes sparkling not just because of the bite in the wind. Orlando had a feeling Urban wasn't about to tell him no.
~~~~~~~~
//Faster…Oh Fuck you Elf Boy…I can do so much *better* than faster!//
Karl revved the bike, the throbbing sounding louder in the night air, and placed both feet hard down onto the road, kicking as the lights changed and he pulled the front of the bike up, leaning back into Orlando and letting the bike squeal on one wheel before tipping upwards as his feet re-attached themselves to the bike frame, Almost flying one-wheeled over the crossroads and down the road, front wheel only dropping back to the ground when gravity got too much.
Karl felt Orlando fall into him as they landed, the front wheel screaming as it spun fast till it gripped the asphalt and they sped off faster than ever towards Karl’s house.
~~~~~~~~
"Holy shit!" Orlando yelped, thighs clenching on the bike as Urban tipped it back. He vaguely heard somebody honking behind them, could hardly recognize the sound over the roar of the engine; saw the sky tilting crazily at a very wrong angle relative to the road. Orlando's hands balled into fistfuls of Urban's shirt, and he was gripping with his legs tight enough that his ankles were starting to go numb -- but he slipped backwards anyway, skidding down the bike, towards the pavement. //Oh, holy *fuck,* no bitch-bar!// And for a stomach-lurching moment, he was absolutely sure he was going to fall, was going to go tumbling off backwards.
And then the front tire bounced down, burned and squealed; Orlando slammed into Karl as the world went properly horizontal again, hips and chest colliding with Urban's back.
Oh, *Christ.*
They were weaving in and out of traffic again before Orlando realized he was hanging onto Urban like he was trying to crawl inside the man's skin. He let go of Urban's shirt, but still held on just a little too tight, feeling his pulse banging through him in time with the throbbing engine. Oh, Christ -- that had been *amazing.*
Urban was a fucking *bastard,* but it was still amazing.
"*Fuck* me," Orlando muttered, biting back a hysterical laugh. He buried his face in Urban's shoulder to keep out of the wind as he tried to get his heart to slow down.
~~~~~~~~
The bike sped faster ever onwards and Karl became one with it again, he owned the road, it was his and no bugger in their right mind was going to argue with him tonight...no one was mad enough. He felt Orlando at his back, practically on his back, felt the tremors and the gripping hands and the muttered words and the shakey breaths. //Don’t you fret little Elf. Almost there, almost where you belong now.//
Karl swung the bike into his driveway and skidded to a halt in it’s usual lopsided spot on the brickwork, He only waited long enough to flick the keys off and pull them out before sliding off the bike, turning and pulling the still trembling Orlando to him, one leg up and over the bike and dropping his feet to the floor, barely touching it before Karl’s hands were on his back, his arse cheeks, pulling him closer than a second skin. And ferocious lips full of dark promises swooped down and linked themselves onto Orlando’s, pushing and pulling and most definitely not asking. //Mine…Mine and now you’re home…with me where I’ll drive you out of your mind and keep you safe. *Mine*//
He kissed and held and tore at Orlando’s soul till it was mere wisps on the breeze, his hips ground into Orlando’s leaving the boy turned man in no doubt how much Karl felt, how much he was going to take, how much he was going to give. Karl’s hands pulled and held and rubbed and ravaged till he was surprised Orlando was still standing and just before the Elven prince took leave of his senses completely Karl swooped him up into his arms, cradling him to his body and strode purposefully to his front door.
tbc…