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Fic: Party Animal 13/? Karl/Orlando - NC17
Title: Party Animal 13/?
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 13/?)
‘Lord, here comes the flood
We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood.’
Peter Gabriel: Here comes the flood.
The engine cut.
And as much fun as *that* had been, Orlando was glad to feel the bike
stilling under him. Was glad to get a chance to catch his breath and
was just letting go of Urban, because--
Whoa. There wasn't any transition at all -- one moment he was on the
bike, and the next, he was on *Urban,* and there were hands locking
and holding, and there was a mouth covering his, demanding, sucking
and licking and pushing and pulling and sliding satin-hot against
Orlando's.
*Whoa.* And Orlando's closed his eyes reflexively. Startled, dizzy.
Hands clutching at the front of Urban's shirt. He was pushing up
into Urban blindly, back curving and hips following eagerly all the
instructions those burning hands gave. A searing flash of friction
when Urban ground his hips sweet and hard against Orlando's, and--
And he couldn't breathe, couldn't think -- just surrendered to the
kiss and the passion and *Karl.* And when the sparks started at the
corners of his eyes and when he couldn't feel his knees anymore, and
the world was starting to rock, and Orlando knew he should do
something, *something,* or he was going to-- to collapse, to melt
away, to--
Urban broke the kiss. Left *Orlando* feeling broken, needing more;
he pushed his face against Urban's collarbone and locked his arms
behind Urban's head, letting his fingers slide, daring, through the
short, soft hair at the nape of his neck.
Orlando felt them moving, felt Urban's quick, easy steps; knew they
were going through Urban's house, yea -- but he didn't care, didn't
open his eyes. Just breathed in the clean-dusky-salty scent of
Urban's skin, let his forehead rest against the pulse-point in
Urban's neck. Wanted more than this, and wanted this forever, this
being held and cradled warm against Urban's chest. //Never put me
down...//
~~~~~~
The door melted at his command and the stairs slipped away un-
noticed, all Karl could see, all he could feel was cradled here in
his arms, breathing onto his neck, holding on so tight like he never
wanted to be put down. He kicked the bedroom door shut behind them
and strode the last few paces to the bed, still marvelling at how
light this bundle was in his arms. One look down at the mass of skin
and hot blood that was Orlando was almost Karl's undoing, one gentle
kiss to his neck as he lowered the man gently, almost serenely to the
bed, standing quickly and breathing deeply to regain what control was
lost. A few mere seconds later and he was drawn in again, one arm on
each side of head, one leg on each side of body, looking down,
controlling, just *being* all that was Karl.
"Mine..." He uttered deep and low and necessary, "You are *Mine*
Orlando...and I'll never let you go...never let you fall or hurt...never
let you *be* anything but what you deserve to be."
And then lips fell and claimed anew, claimed here in this room where
they belonged, here against this intensely breathing skin, against
this hard and sensuous body. Claimed here a baptism of fire and there
was no water on earth that could put this inferno out.
~~~~~~
//Never let you go.//
Urban's words shook through him, rebounded and echoed again and again
in the sudden, roaring silence of Urban's body on his. And he was
held, pinned, was being pushed slowly down into the mattress by a
kiss that melted through him, through skin and blood and bone and
down into the darkest parts of Orlando, into the places no one *ever*
touched.
//Never let you fall or hurt.//
He was burning, dying slowly of this sublime, impossible heat,
scalding and searing from the inside out. Body pushing up against
Urban's, back arching, one knee braced and bent between Urban's
legs. Hands finding purchase in shirt and skin and muscle, clutching
at Urban's sides -- feeling ribs and breathing and heartbeat.
//Mine, you are mine, mine, mine...//
In over his head and drowning -- but he couldn't panic, not now. Too
late for that, and this was... Everything. Urban was *everything.*
//You are *mine,* Orlando.//
Orlando's fingers slid down, tucking brave under the hem of Urban's
shirt and moving up again, palms hot and hungry, loving the feel of
*skin* under his hands. Locking behind the small of Urban's back,
hips moving again like the had on the dancefloor, grinding up into
Urban grinding down into him.
~~~~~~
Lips ground down as breathing was forgotten, a mere memory, fading
away un-noticed. Tongue dived in, seeking its counterpart and
finding, twisting up, over and under and around, running over ridges
and learning curves inside and soft lips outside.
Hips ground down as blood flow was forgotten, only in one place, only
needed here. Here. Where everything was centred, where time was
forgotten and replaced by lust. Pushing down onto hard flesh and
upturned knee, thighs pushing together outside thighs, skin dying to
meet skin through fabric.
And then a hand, devils fingers burning fiery paths over hot flesh.
His own hand left the mattress, encountered curls and cheek and jaw
and collar, which he grabbed, fingers digging into material, pulling.
Pulling lips off as his head raised, panting down above his new
acquisition Karl pulled his hand in the collar again. //Lurid Shirt...this has got to go!//
He lifted his other hand from the dark satin sheets, tucked it into
the opposite side of the collar and pulled, ripped the shirtfront
apart as purple and green fabric gave way under strain and tore open,
shredded and discarded. Letting Karl gaze down at the expanse of skin
before him, heavy breathing chest that rose and fell in time with his
own, the only mar to the perfect skin being two pink nipples, aching
to be touched and possessed. Karl pulled his princeling up, sitting
him and pulling arms out of sleeves to throw the tattered Lurid Shirt
away fluttering to the floor never to be worn again.
Then pushing him back to the sheets harshly, manfully, and glowering
down at him, eyes flicking onto and over. Hands finally touching,
mapping curves and bumps, making blazing marks un-seeable to human
eyes, scorching his way to twin pink patches, licking his thumb pads
and letting the fire sizzle briefly as he pushed them down, twisted
them onto, making patches into peeks and peeks into aching nubs
attached straight to Orlando's groin.
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 13/?)
‘Lord, here comes the flood
We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood.’
Peter Gabriel: Here comes the flood.
The engine cut.
And as much fun as *that* had been, Orlando was glad to feel the bike
stilling under him. Was glad to get a chance to catch his breath and
was just letting go of Urban, because--
Whoa. There wasn't any transition at all -- one moment he was on the
bike, and the next, he was on *Urban,* and there were hands locking
and holding, and there was a mouth covering his, demanding, sucking
and licking and pushing and pulling and sliding satin-hot against
Orlando's.
*Whoa.* And Orlando's closed his eyes reflexively. Startled, dizzy.
Hands clutching at the front of Urban's shirt. He was pushing up
into Urban blindly, back curving and hips following eagerly all the
instructions those burning hands gave. A searing flash of friction
when Urban ground his hips sweet and hard against Orlando's, and--
And he couldn't breathe, couldn't think -- just surrendered to the
kiss and the passion and *Karl.* And when the sparks started at the
corners of his eyes and when he couldn't feel his knees anymore, and
the world was starting to rock, and Orlando knew he should do
something, *something,* or he was going to-- to collapse, to melt
away, to--
Urban broke the kiss. Left *Orlando* feeling broken, needing more;
he pushed his face against Urban's collarbone and locked his arms
behind Urban's head, letting his fingers slide, daring, through the
short, soft hair at the nape of his neck.
Orlando felt them moving, felt Urban's quick, easy steps; knew they
were going through Urban's house, yea -- but he didn't care, didn't
open his eyes. Just breathed in the clean-dusky-salty scent of
Urban's skin, let his forehead rest against the pulse-point in
Urban's neck. Wanted more than this, and wanted this forever, this
being held and cradled warm against Urban's chest. //Never put me
down...//
~~~~~~
The door melted at his command and the stairs slipped away un-
noticed, all Karl could see, all he could feel was cradled here in
his arms, breathing onto his neck, holding on so tight like he never
wanted to be put down. He kicked the bedroom door shut behind them
and strode the last few paces to the bed, still marvelling at how
light this bundle was in his arms. One look down at the mass of skin
and hot blood that was Orlando was almost Karl's undoing, one gentle
kiss to his neck as he lowered the man gently, almost serenely to the
bed, standing quickly and breathing deeply to regain what control was
lost. A few mere seconds later and he was drawn in again, one arm on
each side of head, one leg on each side of body, looking down,
controlling, just *being* all that was Karl.
"Mine..." He uttered deep and low and necessary, "You are *Mine*
Orlando...and I'll never let you go...never let you fall or hurt...never
let you *be* anything but what you deserve to be."
And then lips fell and claimed anew, claimed here in this room where
they belonged, here against this intensely breathing skin, against
this hard and sensuous body. Claimed here a baptism of fire and there
was no water on earth that could put this inferno out.
~~~~~~
//Never let you go.//
Urban's words shook through him, rebounded and echoed again and again
in the sudden, roaring silence of Urban's body on his. And he was
held, pinned, was being pushed slowly down into the mattress by a
kiss that melted through him, through skin and blood and bone and
down into the darkest parts of Orlando, into the places no one *ever*
touched.
//Never let you fall or hurt.//
He was burning, dying slowly of this sublime, impossible heat,
scalding and searing from the inside out. Body pushing up against
Urban's, back arching, one knee braced and bent between Urban's
legs. Hands finding purchase in shirt and skin and muscle, clutching
at Urban's sides -- feeling ribs and breathing and heartbeat.
//Mine, you are mine, mine, mine...//
In over his head and drowning -- but he couldn't panic, not now. Too
late for that, and this was... Everything. Urban was *everything.*
//You are *mine,* Orlando.//
Orlando's fingers slid down, tucking brave under the hem of Urban's
shirt and moving up again, palms hot and hungry, loving the feel of
*skin* under his hands. Locking behind the small of Urban's back,
hips moving again like the had on the dancefloor, grinding up into
Urban grinding down into him.
~~~~~~
Lips ground down as breathing was forgotten, a mere memory, fading
away un-noticed. Tongue dived in, seeking its counterpart and
finding, twisting up, over and under and around, running over ridges
and learning curves inside and soft lips outside.
Hips ground down as blood flow was forgotten, only in one place, only
needed here. Here. Where everything was centred, where time was
forgotten and replaced by lust. Pushing down onto hard flesh and
upturned knee, thighs pushing together outside thighs, skin dying to
meet skin through fabric.
And then a hand, devils fingers burning fiery paths over hot flesh.
His own hand left the mattress, encountered curls and cheek and jaw
and collar, which he grabbed, fingers digging into material, pulling.
Pulling lips off as his head raised, panting down above his new
acquisition Karl pulled his hand in the collar again. //Lurid Shirt...this has got to go!//
He lifted his other hand from the dark satin sheets, tucked it into
the opposite side of the collar and pulled, ripped the shirtfront
apart as purple and green fabric gave way under strain and tore open,
shredded and discarded. Letting Karl gaze down at the expanse of skin
before him, heavy breathing chest that rose and fell in time with his
own, the only mar to the perfect skin being two pink nipples, aching
to be touched and possessed. Karl pulled his princeling up, sitting
him and pulling arms out of sleeves to throw the tattered Lurid Shirt
away fluttering to the floor never to be worn again.
Then pushing him back to the sheets harshly, manfully, and glowering
down at him, eyes flicking onto and over. Hands finally touching,
mapping curves and bumps, making blazing marks un-seeable to human
eyes, scorching his way to twin pink patches, licking his thumb pads
and letting the fire sizzle briefly as he pushed them down, twisted
them onto, making patches into peeks and peeks into aching nubs
attached straight to Orlando's groin.
tbc…