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Party Animal parts 11 - 15, Karl/Orlando, 1st part rated 15, last 4 parts rated 17.
Parts 11 - 15 are up at my website: http://ladsofthering.net/
Or you can read them in nice text here:
Title: Party Animal 11/26
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: 15
Archive: http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nitika754a@yahoo.com + seans_muse@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: Not true. At all. *pouts*
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 was written as part of an RPG long ago. Lando belonged to Chelle and Urban belonged to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the other. Thoughts in //…//
‘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 bare metre 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…
Title: Party Animal 12/26
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: 15
Archive: http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nitika754a@yahoo.com + seans_muse@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: Not true. At all. *pouts*
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 was written as part of an RPG long ago. Lando belonged to Chelle and Urban belonged to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the other. Thoughts in //…//
‘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…
Title: Party Animal 13/26
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: 17
Archive: http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nitika754a@yahoo.com + seans_muse@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: Not true. At all. *pouts*
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 was written as part of an RPG long ago. Lando belonged to Chelle and Urban belonged to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the other. Thoughts in //…//
‘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 they 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 peaks and peaks into aching nubs
attached straight to Orlando's groin.
tbc…
Title: Party Animal 14/26
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: 17
Archive: http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nitika754a@yahoo.com + seans_muse@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: Not true. At all. *pouts*
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 was written as part of an RPG long ago. Lando belonged to Chelle and Urban belonged to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the other. Thoughts in //…//
‘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…
Title: Party Animal 15/26
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: 17
Archive: http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nitika754a@yahoo.com + seans_muse@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: Not true. At all. *pouts*
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 was written as part of an RPG long ago. Lando belonged to Chelle and Urban belonged to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the other. Thoughts in //…//
‘Stranded starfish have no place to hide
still waiting for the swollen Easter tide.’
Peter Gabriel: Here comes the flood.
Orlando let Urban arrange him, yielded but not relaxed -- every
muscle tense and nervous. Jumped at the nails scratching crimson
across his skin, bit his lip as the sensation tore into him, scarlet
flashing in waves through his skin. Nipples ached and burned, cold
in the empty air and craving more abuse, stomach taut with strain and
tingling still, even though Urban was yanking off his pants now and
his nails were gone.
And Orlando could see every reaction mirrored and reflected in
Urban's eyes. Felt bare and raw under that gaze, felt it boring into
him. Stripping him, slowly, of every layer -- clothes, resistance.
Fear. Felt it burning away slowly, replaced, as those lips and teeth
started their feather-touches and nips and hot, wet slides up his
leg... Replaced with something deeper, more gripping, more necessary.
Orlando moaned aloud when Urban stopped, when those sucks and licks
stopped an inch and a hot breath away from the one place Orlando
really *needed* them. He groaned, almost a growl, as Urban stopped
and went back, starting again on his other ankle. Swore colourfully
under his breath as the man took his time, making Orlando twitch and
gasp and ache.
~~~~~~
Karl's lips curled a touch as they latched themselves onto Orlando's
other calf, up under kneecap, swirling up on sensitive thigh, the
noises this young toy of his was making were panging straight to his
groin, every murmur and groan and pant and swear making him crave and
want this more. But he wanted to make Orlando ache still more, wanted
to drive him wild with a blazing ache that only Karl would be able to
quash.
His tongue flicked out over thigh, sucking skin in, leaving red
marks, biting up the crease joining leg to groin, never touching
more than skin, not giving this moaning body before him what he
wanted.
He knelt back, leaving Orlando with no touches for a few seconds,
just breathing and taking the sight in. Then he swooped in, lifted
Orlando's legs up, hands behind his knees, pushing them till his
thighs were vertical, his backside lifted just off the edge of the
bed, ready for the taking.
//Oh…not ready to take yet…defiantly not yet…//
He moved his hands down from backs of knees to backs of thighs,
holding them upright as Orlando's feet settled on his shoulders,
licked his lips, looking down at the wanton sight before him.
And he ducked his head down fast, swiping his tongue over Orlando's
prone hole just once before spearing his tongue deep into him,
thrusting it in and out and then around, swirling over damp and hot
skin before pushing it's way back in again hard.
~~~~~~
Orlando stifled a yelp, eyelashes fluttering shut in sheer, ecstatic
shock -- hips bucking instinctively against Urban's goddamn mother-
fucking *tongue,* because Jesus bleeding *Christ!*
As a matter of fact, Orlando might've actually said something to that
effect; he wasn't sure. Couldn't hear over the roar-rush of blood in
his ears. Felt his heels digging into Urban's shoulders, and Urban's
fingers digging into his thighs, solid and uncompromising.
Urban's tongue slid in again, insistent and hot and slick and
absolutely unlike anything Orlando had ever felt -- made Orlando's
skin sing, made his cock burn, stomach tremble. Made him need more,
craving and writhing slowly against Urban. Orlando could feel the
sweat beading along his back, at his temples, and he wanted to swear,
beg, *something,* but couldn't find his voice.
Felt the world waver and remembered to breathe, suddenly, all at
once; gasped, trailing into quick, ragged breaths. Blood sizzling,
humming. Responding perfectly to Urban's every lick, breath, touch.
~~~~~~
Karl waited for Orlando’s arse muscles to start quivering and his
butt to shake under strain before he pulled his tongue out from the
hole it'd been fucking. He moved his face to one side, started
licking and sucking the upturned cheek, lapping up and down and
sucking into, leaving marks of red bliss. He moved again, past the
trembling hole not touching it, to the other cheek, giving it the
same treatment, feeling feet pressing down onto his shoulders, this
young man above him was beginning to want too much.
//Not needing enough yet though, so much more to give//
He grinned and dove his face back to the centre, tongue forcing it's
way past muscles once more, setting a steady beat of ins and outs and
swirling around. He waited till the moans from this boytoy changed in
tone, became more high pitched, more aroused before he pulled off,
tongue lapping over once before letting go of Orlando's thighs and
lowering legs to the ground. Kneeling on the rug, head still in
between the young mans legs, staring up at his face, past red and
twitching cock. He sat for almost a whole minute, counting seconds in
his head before his hand swooped up, grasped Orlando's cock tight
around the base to stop him cumming and pulled it into his mouth, at
last able to savour the taste.
tbc…
Or you can read them in nice text here:
Title: Party Animal 11/26
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: 15
Archive: http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nitika754a@yahoo.com + seans_muse@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: Not true. At all. *pouts*
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 was written as part of an RPG long ago. Lando belonged to Chelle and Urban belonged to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the other. Thoughts in //…//
‘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 bare metre 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…
Title: Party Animal 12/26
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: 15
Archive: http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nitika754a@yahoo.com + seans_muse@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: Not true. At all. *pouts*
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 was written as part of an RPG long ago. Lando belonged to Chelle and Urban belonged to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the other. Thoughts in //…//
‘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…
Title: Party Animal 13/26
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: 17
Archive: http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nitika754a@yahoo.com + seans_muse@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: Not true. At all. *pouts*
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 was written as part of an RPG long ago. Lando belonged to Chelle and Urban belonged to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the other. Thoughts in //…//
‘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 they 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 peaks and peaks into aching nubs
attached straight to Orlando's groin.
tbc…
Title: Party Animal 14/26
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: 17
Archive: http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nitika754a@yahoo.com + seans_muse@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: Not true. At all. *pouts*
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 was written as part of an RPG long ago. Lando belonged to Chelle and Urban belonged to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the other. Thoughts in //…//
‘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…
Title: Party Animal 15/26
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: 17
Archive: http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nitika754a@yahoo.com + seans_muse@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: Not true. At all. *pouts*
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 was written as part of an RPG long ago. Lando belonged to Chelle and Urban belonged to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the other. Thoughts in //…//
‘Stranded starfish have no place to hide
still waiting for the swollen Easter tide.’
Peter Gabriel: Here comes the flood.
Orlando let Urban arrange him, yielded but not relaxed -- every
muscle tense and nervous. Jumped at the nails scratching crimson
across his skin, bit his lip as the sensation tore into him, scarlet
flashing in waves through his skin. Nipples ached and burned, cold
in the empty air and craving more abuse, stomach taut with strain and
tingling still, even though Urban was yanking off his pants now and
his nails were gone.
And Orlando could see every reaction mirrored and reflected in
Urban's eyes. Felt bare and raw under that gaze, felt it boring into
him. Stripping him, slowly, of every layer -- clothes, resistance.
Fear. Felt it burning away slowly, replaced, as those lips and teeth
started their feather-touches and nips and hot, wet slides up his
leg... Replaced with something deeper, more gripping, more necessary.
Orlando moaned aloud when Urban stopped, when those sucks and licks
stopped an inch and a hot breath away from the one place Orlando
really *needed* them. He groaned, almost a growl, as Urban stopped
and went back, starting again on his other ankle. Swore colourfully
under his breath as the man took his time, making Orlando twitch and
gasp and ache.
~~~~~~
Karl's lips curled a touch as they latched themselves onto Orlando's
other calf, up under kneecap, swirling up on sensitive thigh, the
noises this young toy of his was making were panging straight to his
groin, every murmur and groan and pant and swear making him crave and
want this more. But he wanted to make Orlando ache still more, wanted
to drive him wild with a blazing ache that only Karl would be able to
quash.
His tongue flicked out over thigh, sucking skin in, leaving red
marks, biting up the crease joining leg to groin, never touching
more than skin, not giving this moaning body before him what he
wanted.
He knelt back, leaving Orlando with no touches for a few seconds,
just breathing and taking the sight in. Then he swooped in, lifted
Orlando's legs up, hands behind his knees, pushing them till his
thighs were vertical, his backside lifted just off the edge of the
bed, ready for the taking.
//Oh…not ready to take yet…defiantly not yet…//
He moved his hands down from backs of knees to backs of thighs,
holding them upright as Orlando's feet settled on his shoulders,
licked his lips, looking down at the wanton sight before him.
And he ducked his head down fast, swiping his tongue over Orlando's
prone hole just once before spearing his tongue deep into him,
thrusting it in and out and then around, swirling over damp and hot
skin before pushing it's way back in again hard.
~~~~~~
Orlando stifled a yelp, eyelashes fluttering shut in sheer, ecstatic
shock -- hips bucking instinctively against Urban's goddamn mother-
fucking *tongue,* because Jesus bleeding *Christ!*
As a matter of fact, Orlando might've actually said something to that
effect; he wasn't sure. Couldn't hear over the roar-rush of blood in
his ears. Felt his heels digging into Urban's shoulders, and Urban's
fingers digging into his thighs, solid and uncompromising.
Urban's tongue slid in again, insistent and hot and slick and
absolutely unlike anything Orlando had ever felt -- made Orlando's
skin sing, made his cock burn, stomach tremble. Made him need more,
craving and writhing slowly against Urban. Orlando could feel the
sweat beading along his back, at his temples, and he wanted to swear,
beg, *something,* but couldn't find his voice.
Felt the world waver and remembered to breathe, suddenly, all at
once; gasped, trailing into quick, ragged breaths. Blood sizzling,
humming. Responding perfectly to Urban's every lick, breath, touch.
~~~~~~
Karl waited for Orlando’s arse muscles to start quivering and his
butt to shake under strain before he pulled his tongue out from the
hole it'd been fucking. He moved his face to one side, started
licking and sucking the upturned cheek, lapping up and down and
sucking into, leaving marks of red bliss. He moved again, past the
trembling hole not touching it, to the other cheek, giving it the
same treatment, feeling feet pressing down onto his shoulders, this
young man above him was beginning to want too much.
//Not needing enough yet though, so much more to give//
He grinned and dove his face back to the centre, tongue forcing it's
way past muscles once more, setting a steady beat of ins and outs and
swirling around. He waited till the moans from this boytoy changed in
tone, became more high pitched, more aroused before he pulled off,
tongue lapping over once before letting go of Orlando's thighs and
lowering legs to the ground. Kneeling on the rug, head still in
between the young mans legs, staring up at his face, past red and
twitching cock. He sat for almost a whole minute, counting seconds in
his head before his hand swooped up, grasped Orlando's cock tight
around the base to stop him cumming and pulled it into his mouth, at
last able to savour the taste.
tbc…