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Fic: Party Animal 16/? Karl/Orlando - NC17
Title: Party Animal 16/?
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 ‘*…*’
‘It'll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry.’
Peter Gabriel: Here comes the flood.
Orlando pulled twin lungfulls of sparks, let them out slowly, jaw
clenching and breath hissing through white teeth. Blinked, eyelids
feeling sluggish, and met Urban's eyes. Took another charged,
shallow breath. Stared at Urban, at Urban kneeling intently between
Orlando's knees and looking up with a vicious kind of patience that
made the muscles in Orlando's back tense, that made Orlando's legs
tingle.
In the ragged, blinding silence of non-contact, Orlando had a sudden,
breathless, crimson premonition -- something more a thirty-second
fantasy than a real precognition. Thirty seconds of one of Urban's
arm thrown half-casually around Orlando's stomach while Urban fucked
him up against a wall. Thirty seconds full of fire and want and
Urban's hands and Urban's cock and Orlando's stomach pressed against
cool, smooth drywall, and Urban's breath hot on his neck. Thirty
seconds of everything Orlando *needed.*
For thirty seconds, Orlando understood what he'd gotten himself
into. Understood exactly how bad Urban was getting under his skin.
After all, sex had never been holy before -- not until Orlando had
lost a bet with the Devil Himself.
Urban, Urban, Urban. *Urban.* Christ, it had been fucking *years*
since Urban had touched him! Since Urban had knelt down and started
staring up at Orlando, dark eyes full of hell. Since Urban had--
Everything rocketed into motion again, suddenly, in one easy
movement. Went from still to liquid intense, and slick, warm heat,
and Urban's tongue and lips and...
"Oh, *fuck...*" Orlando's back arched up off the bed, hips wanting
to thrust but clamped and held in place by a hand wrapped too-tight
around his cock. He could feel a dull ache starting in his stomach,
searing through him, making his head reel, knew what came next, held on--
But...
But it didn't come. Or *he* didn't come. Or what-fucking-ever -- he
couldn't, because of those goddamn *fingers* wrapped around him too
fucking *tight!* The ache was becoming a slow burn, more necessary
than heartbeat or air, driving Orlando mad -- and Urban just kept at
it, all sizzling suction and flashing eyes.
Orlando swore, twisted, whimpered. Pulled his knees up suddenly,
heels catching and finding hold on the edge of the bed. Pushed hard;
arched into Urban's mouth, trying to make that grip loosen, even just
a *little.*
~~~~~~
Karl felt the whimper resonate through his body and straight down to
his aching and leaking erection. //If he makes noises like THAT from
just a blow job, just how much can I make him scream from fucking him
I wonder.// And he felt the half push, felt the back arch, the twists
and feet gripping and legs rising.
And felt it was about time he let this sprung coil loose. He relaxed
the back of his throat, let Orlando have his fun and fuck his mouth
if that was what he wanted //I can take this from you and so much
more my pretty Princeling// But the grip remained, stayed until the whimpers
became almost soundless, became keening calls and meaningful begs and
pleas and words of want. He waited till it was way past too far, long
overdue from the usual point of bliss, far past the usual peak and
cry and cum.
He held Orlando back till he knew he could take no more, when he had
gone past the point of burn, past hope, almost past caring.
And then released him.
He pulled his head up, lips swollen and tongue aching, lips grinning
a devilish smile up at his young man. His acquisition, his prize.
Karl's grip loosened, became a steady wank, a wrist flick so hard and
powerful as to bring Orlando up and over too hard and too fast. "Cum
hard for me my lovely playtoy, let me see your face as bliss descends
and I take the burn away, as I relieve the ache for just a little
while. Cum”
~~~~~~
The grip loosened.
The world flickered, and Orlando's pleas melted into fervent, hissed
curses. Wave after wave of brilliant light crashed down over him,
and he was up, up, shooting into open air, hurtling over the edge,
the vertigo enough to drown in--
Orlando's hips bucked hard once, and the air left his lungs roughly,
something not quite a shout, and then he was coming. Back arched,
twisted painfully up off the bed, hips pushing again and again into
Urban's hand. Legs taut and shaking, arms trembling and gripping the
bedsheets; throat working and sticking and closing. Orlando knew his
eyes were open, could feel the sting of sweat at the edges of his
eyelids, but couldn't see. The world didn't include sight; it meant
Orlando's rushing heartbeat, and Urban's voice washing over him,
rubbing him raw, eating into him burn-numbing like acid, and nothing
else.
He came down just as hard, throat opening again. Couldn't get enough
air, arms and legs aching, stomach trembling. He left one foot
propped on the edge of the bed, let the other fall. Let it hit the
floor dully, only half-feeling it. He stared at the ceiling until he
could see again, and then closed his eyes, feeling dizzy. Orlando
felt Urban's eyes on him. Ignored it; didn't want to meet that
midnight gaze just now. Focused instead on the hazy in-and-out of
breathing, feeling his heartbeat slowing.
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 ‘*…*’
‘It'll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry.’
Peter Gabriel: Here comes the flood.
Orlando pulled twin lungfulls of sparks, let them out slowly, jaw
clenching and breath hissing through white teeth. Blinked, eyelids
feeling sluggish, and met Urban's eyes. Took another charged,
shallow breath. Stared at Urban, at Urban kneeling intently between
Orlando's knees and looking up with a vicious kind of patience that
made the muscles in Orlando's back tense, that made Orlando's legs
tingle.
In the ragged, blinding silence of non-contact, Orlando had a sudden,
breathless, crimson premonition -- something more a thirty-second
fantasy than a real precognition. Thirty seconds of one of Urban's
arm thrown half-casually around Orlando's stomach while Urban fucked
him up against a wall. Thirty seconds full of fire and want and
Urban's hands and Urban's cock and Orlando's stomach pressed against
cool, smooth drywall, and Urban's breath hot on his neck. Thirty
seconds of everything Orlando *needed.*
For thirty seconds, Orlando understood what he'd gotten himself
into. Understood exactly how bad Urban was getting under his skin.
After all, sex had never been holy before -- not until Orlando had
lost a bet with the Devil Himself.
Urban, Urban, Urban. *Urban.* Christ, it had been fucking *years*
since Urban had touched him! Since Urban had knelt down and started
staring up at Orlando, dark eyes full of hell. Since Urban had--
Everything rocketed into motion again, suddenly, in one easy
movement. Went from still to liquid intense, and slick, warm heat,
and Urban's tongue and lips and...
"Oh, *fuck...*" Orlando's back arched up off the bed, hips wanting
to thrust but clamped and held in place by a hand wrapped too-tight
around his cock. He could feel a dull ache starting in his stomach,
searing through him, making his head reel, knew what came next, held on--
But...
But it didn't come. Or *he* didn't come. Or what-fucking-ever -- he
couldn't, because of those goddamn *fingers* wrapped around him too
fucking *tight!* The ache was becoming a slow burn, more necessary
than heartbeat or air, driving Orlando mad -- and Urban just kept at
it, all sizzling suction and flashing eyes.
Orlando swore, twisted, whimpered. Pulled his knees up suddenly,
heels catching and finding hold on the edge of the bed. Pushed hard;
arched into Urban's mouth, trying to make that grip loosen, even just
a *little.*
~~~~~~
Karl felt the whimper resonate through his body and straight down to
his aching and leaking erection. //If he makes noises like THAT from
just a blow job, just how much can I make him scream from fucking him
I wonder.// And he felt the half push, felt the back arch, the twists
and feet gripping and legs rising.
And felt it was about time he let this sprung coil loose. He relaxed
the back of his throat, let Orlando have his fun and fuck his mouth
if that was what he wanted //I can take this from you and so much
more my pretty Princeling// But the grip remained, stayed until the whimpers
became almost soundless, became keening calls and meaningful begs and
pleas and words of want. He waited till it was way past too far, long
overdue from the usual point of bliss, far past the usual peak and
cry and cum.
He held Orlando back till he knew he could take no more, when he had
gone past the point of burn, past hope, almost past caring.
And then released him.
He pulled his head up, lips swollen and tongue aching, lips grinning
a devilish smile up at his young man. His acquisition, his prize.
Karl's grip loosened, became a steady wank, a wrist flick so hard and
powerful as to bring Orlando up and over too hard and too fast. "Cum
hard for me my lovely playtoy, let me see your face as bliss descends
and I take the burn away, as I relieve the ache for just a little
while. Cum”
~~~~~~
The grip loosened.
The world flickered, and Orlando's pleas melted into fervent, hissed
curses. Wave after wave of brilliant light crashed down over him,
and he was up, up, shooting into open air, hurtling over the edge,
the vertigo enough to drown in--
Orlando's hips bucked hard once, and the air left his lungs roughly,
something not quite a shout, and then he was coming. Back arched,
twisted painfully up off the bed, hips pushing again and again into
Urban's hand. Legs taut and shaking, arms trembling and gripping the
bedsheets; throat working and sticking and closing. Orlando knew his
eyes were open, could feel the sting of sweat at the edges of his
eyelids, but couldn't see. The world didn't include sight; it meant
Orlando's rushing heartbeat, and Urban's voice washing over him,
rubbing him raw, eating into him burn-numbing like acid, and nothing
else.
He came down just as hard, throat opening again. Couldn't get enough
air, arms and legs aching, stomach trembling. He left one foot
propped on the edge of the bed, let the other fall. Let it hit the
floor dully, only half-feeling it. He stared at the ceiling until he
could see again, and then closed his eyes, feeling dizzy. Orlando
felt Urban's eyes on him. Ignored it; didn't want to meet that
midnight gaze just now. Focused instead on the hazy in-and-out of
breathing, feeling his heartbeat slowing.
tbc…