Fic: Party Animal 14/? Karl/Orlando - NC17

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Title: Party Animal 14/?
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 14/?)

‘And as the nail sunk in the cloud, the rain
was warm and soaked the crowd.’
Peter Gabriel: Here comes the flood.


"Fuck, Urban! Tha-- that was a... new... new... oh, *fuck*..."
Orlando trailed away, couldn't find words. Couldn't *breathe,* much
less complain about...

About. Um...

Christ, he wasn't sure. The world boiled down, focused and condensed
suddenly on the fingers twist-brushing and searing into him. He
arched up into Urban, heels braced on the footboard, hands pushing at
the covers at Orlando's sides, slipping, finally knotting and
holding -- trying to find leverage, meeting Urban's grinds with
twists and pushes of his own, hips taking over where Orlando'd lost
the moves to this dance back before they'd ever even gotten on the
motorcycle. Back before Orlando'd come here, had fallen into this.
Fallen and sinking -- and trying to rise up into the body straddling
his, needing more friction, more pressure, more *anything.*

And God, those *hands* -- just fingertips, for fuck's sake! -- Were
going to drive him crazy. He could feel every slide, every rub and
push and twist sliding into him down through his skin, sending a new
rush of blood straight to his groin. Moaned without quite meaning
to, the sound low and desperate, a fraction away from pain.

~~~~~~

One word filtered into Karl's lust addled mind `new' and he knew
this - this taking - was going to be so much more than he thought. So
much deeper. He felt Orlando's feet brace against the bed frame, saw
fingers digging in and clenching tight. His own fingers brushing
still over quaking chest, over pink nubs that stood erect and down to
trace a hot and searing path down to belly button and hipbone,
fingers lingering on tattooed sun. He stopped his hands there,
stopped his hips grinding, his groin aching immediately from lack of
needed sensation.

He looked down at Orlando's face, took its chin firmly in one hand
and shook very slightly making eyes fix on his own. He swooped down,
face stopping almost nose to nose, a question on his mind but not on
his lips.

"I'm going to take you Orlando, make you fully mine. You will ache
with need immeasurable, you will want beyond means before I let you
go." He paused for a breath here, making sure Orlando fully
understood, "But I will not hurt you. Your aches will be wanted ones,
and they will be fully exchanged with pleasure, I will make you burn."

He ducked his head down, under chin to collar bone, lips caressing
skin, leaving a flaming path in their wake as his head moved lower,
leaving faint bright marks on chest, peaking nipples, lapping down
sides and over dips and flat skin and hip bones. He stopped here,
face pulling upwards, grinning at the face of his new lover lost in
desire. He hooked two fingers from each hand under the waistband,
feeling the skin pull back as if shocked, hips bucking upwards to
meet the downward push of his groin.

He pulled his hands upwards, moving Orlando's denim encased cock so
he could feel the bulge tight against his balls, his leather bound
thighs on either side contracted, not letting Orlando move and inch.

"Are you ready to have me extinguish your fire...let me reduce you to
ashes?" Karl asked, calm and deep.

~~~~~~

Orlando wanted to move, *needed* to move. Could feel hard thighs
holding him, Urban's leather slick and heavy and warm even through
the thick denim of his jeans -- and he wanted to wiggle, squirm,
anything to get free and in motion again. But Urban's eyes were
still magnetized and burning into his, dark and promising dire
consequences if Orlando didn't comply, didn't give the right answer.
And Orlando could hardly breathe with Urban holding him down and
staring into him like that--

But. He didn't dare look away. Couldn't. //Are you *ready,* he
asks? Christ, OB, you might never be *ready.* But you're going to
tell him yes, aren't you? *Owned,* Orlando -- any more of this, and
he's going to *own* you. Owned, owned, owned...//

Orlando shoved the thought away. Threw new energy into holding
still. Felt every muscle in his body tense and hold just shy of
shaking; felt his throat gone tight and voice gritty with tension.

"Yes... *please,*" he said, voice nearly breaking. //Oh, fuckin'
brill, OB. Why don't you just paint "terrified" on your chest?//
Tried again. "I'm... I need-- I can't, don't know... just *need...*"

~~~~~~

Karl looked at Orlando's face as he stammered his reply, knew from
that if nothing else that Orlando was committed to this, Orlando was
old enough to make his own decisions and Karl had given him time
enough to think, now was the time for action.

He knelt up, pulling his fingers from Orlando's waist band and
walking off the edge of the bed, turning around to face Orlando with
raw hunger glaring from his eyes. Karl ached. And he wanted. And he
would be as gentle inside Orlando as he could be...this time...but he
knew Orlando would need more.

He tugged on Orlando's legs, pulling him so he was lying sideways on
the bed, legs up to his knees dangling off the edge. "Stay" He
ordered, neither expecting a reply or for Orlando to not obey. His
shirt got pulled off, followed by his slinky t-shirt, then he peeled
the leather from his legs leaving him naked as the day he was born
and hard as a rock. He walked to the edge of the bed, standing
between Orlando's prone legs, pushing the knees out a little more,
making him feel exposed. Body bent over, his fingers darted out over chest, screwing
nipples roughly to bring them back to peak, nails digging into skin
and leaving marks, his eyes never left the wide open ones of this new
playmate of his, they bored into Orlando's skull, letting him see
what effect this was having on Karl, letting him know how that would
affect Orlando.

The fingers re-attached them selves to waist band, pulled up, jerking
the young man roughly to his senses before button and flies were
ripped open, jeans pulled off and immediately Karl saw that Orlando
was naked underneath, naked and horny. Graceful fingers ran up and
down flesh, tender skin, finally reaching toes. Karl walked a step
back, pulled one of Orlando's legs up as he knelt down on the rug,
and started nibbling and lapping at Orlando's inner ankle, then calf,
then inside kneecap and up thigh, a shuffle forwards bringing Karl
close enough to Orlando's groin to feel the heat waving off, to smell
the muskiness he had yet to taste. Karl spent a good few minutes
attacking Orlando's inner thigh, the soft sensitive skin was barraged
with kisses and nips and nibbles and laps and sucks. And just as
Karl's mouth finally travelled to the crease between thigh and groin
Karl stopped. Pulled back, shuffled back.

And started all over again on the other leg.


tbc…