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Party Animal parts 16 - 20, Karl/Orlando, Rated 17
Parts 16 - 20 of Party Animal are now ready for you to read!
Either here in the LJ cut, or in pretty formating in my fic website: http://ladsofthering.net/ (Where you can find the parts prior to this if you haven't read them yet.)
Title: Party Animal 16/26
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 //…//
‘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…
Title: Party Animal 17/26
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 //…//
‘So deep, so wide, will you take me on your back for a ride
If I should fall, would you swallow me deep inside.’
Peter Gabriel: Washing of the water.
When Orlando came it was all Karl could do to just sit and watch. He held himself back, muscles aching, knowing this act was for a reason, knowing what was to come would be all the better for it. He felt the leg descend to the floor, put his hands out to clasp onto that thigh and the calf of the leg still propped on the bed, just to watch as this new young lover of his exploded his lot over his pale stomach. It was enough to make Karl’s blood sing with the same resonance.
And then when the jerking was over and the shuddering started Karl knew it was time for action again. He reached one hand up, smeared fingers into Orlando’s fresh cum on his stomach and wrapped his fingers around his own cock, then scooped the rest up and smothered it over the hole infront of him, muscles still clenched from orgasm state.
Wiping his hand on the bedsheet Karl took hold of the other leg and lowered it to the floor, kneeling between the opened thighs for a moment to look hungrily on this toy he was about to fuck senseless, eyes wandering over the open face, flushed with emotion, sweat beading slightly. And then he knelt back, pulled Orlando roughly by his waist of the edge of the bed and flipped him so his face was buried in the hot crumpled sheets, knees on the floor and Karl knocked his thighs apart wantonly so he was open and ready for him. He leant over the body, his dripping cock nudging against the backs of thighs and pulled his Elf Prince’s hands up, clasping wrists together on the bed above where his head lay. Pushing them once into the mattress in an order to stay, words beyond him.
And then he knelt back, admired the view of tight virgin arse, lubed with its own spit and cum and still shaking from orgasm. He held the cheeks apart roughly, a silent grin on one side of his face, lips curling, eyes dark as night with heady desire.
And he could not resist.
So he didn’t.
He started to push his solid length inside the waiting hole, slipping it in inch by hard thick inch, muscles tensed in his thighs, trying to go as slow as he could, trying to do it right so his toy would not break. He cold hear the skin sliding into hole, feel the muscles clench tight around him, hear the strain on the voice from the chest infront of him, heard the grunts from his own, trying to hold back, to elongate the momentary bliss.
Then he was in. Sheathed in tight hotness, he could feel Orlando’s muscles deep inside, forming tight around the whole length of his cock, his balls pushing against Orlando’s own, scratchy hairs twining together. He knelt on the carpet and felt nothing but his groin. Was nothing but his cock for a few seconds, was the taker of virginity and the taker of a soul. Owned this one forever more.
“Mine Orlando. You are mine, I won you. Never forget that. And *never* forget this”
He pulled out, thighs aching already and slid so only the tip was still enveloped in heat. He waited till the quivering below him stopped, and then slid home, home where he belonged now, inside this one of his that held him so tight, that felt so unnervingly right.
//Home at last.//
~~~~~~~
Orlando couldn't say a word -- couldn't moan, couldn't whimper,
couldn't make a single noise. Every muscle trembling, wrists crossed
and burning, laid out on the blankets in the empty air but tingling
as surely as if Urban had cuffed him down. Face turned sideways,
mouth open into the blankets. The smell of Urban, seeping through
his skin.
Back tensed and shuddered as another inch pushed in, making Orlando's
eyes ache. And he couldn't breathe, couldn't see -- hurt, deep down,
every inch of him pained. Could feel Urban in his marrow. Could
feel Urban on every inch of his skin. Urban in his veins.
Urban fucking him slowly-slowly, and--
Oh, goddamn mother fucking *Christ,* that was another inch. Two
inches. Three... Orlando couldn't tell anymore; red fell over his
eyes and he closed them, jaw aching. Wrist-tingle. Carpet pressing
into his knees, hips being ground slowly into the corner of the bed.
Sweat beading at his temples, across his shoulder blades, cold in the
empty air.
And then, suddenly, Urban was still. Orlando felt full, could feel
Urban in his throat, his stomach, and his eyes were watering.
Stinging, and he squeezed them shut. Light-headed, world rocking.
Could hear Urban's voice, in the full, burning silence. "Mine
Orlando." Urban's voice, rolling over him like steam. "You are
mine, I won you. Never forget that." //Never forget... Christ help me...//
Falling, velvet and lust and every colour Orlando had ever imagined.
"And never forget this..."
Sudden suction, emptiness, hurt again as Urban pulled out, pulled out
until Orlando's hips were shrinking away, knowing what had to come
and not wanting it, not wanting this, *Christ,* please, no, no more--
And then, suddenly, the world was exploding into all the colours of
Urban's voice, and Orlando screamed, pain melting and blossoming into
Technicolor need on the backs of his eyelids. Never forget this.
Echoes of Urban, and Orlando screamed, hands clenching in the
blankets but staying crossed over his head, back arching, hips
pushing hard, taking Urban's cock deeper. Instinctive; reflexive;
desperate. Star-flash, fireworks. Never forget this. Screaming,
throat raw -- choking off suddenly into gasps and sobs and "please,"
and "Christ" and "*Urban*," face buried in the blankets. Stomach-
heaving wave of ecstasy. Never forget this. Sweat stinging closed
eyes, and creeping down his neck. The sound of Urban breathing, and
the feeling of Urban's pulse *in* Orlando, inside him. Part of him.
Owned, falling-- fallen. Lost. Fucking Christ, it was tearing him
apart, burning from the inside out, and Orlando never wanted it to
stop. Never, never, never, never, never, never, *never* forget this.
tbc…
Title: Party Animal 18/26
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 //…//
‘Can't you see I've lost control I'm getting indiscreet
You're moving in so close 'til I'm picking up
Picking up this heat, this heat.’
Peter Gabriel: Steam.
Slipping sliding into bliss Karl found his eyes slammed shut, brow creased, as he started to fuck this boy, his winnings, the body and soul he owned now and forever more. He tensed hard as hips pulled back again, Orlando’s screams of pain and ecstasy and pure unadulterated bliss slid through into his chest into his heart and coursed through his mind as slowly and surely he rocked backwards and forwards. Fingers digging into hips, keeping still, keeping his plaything’s cock away from the bed, away from friction that might send him over into white encased blackness too soon.
Karl let loose a cry, a grunt, a groan of harmony in tune with this one he was inside of as hips bucked and rocked, never too fast, never too slow just in and out and in and out and driving Orlando wild and making him think only of Karl, //Only ever think of me now, when you close your eyes in sleep, when you blink, when your mind drifts into day dreams, this is what you’ll feel, this is what you’ll see in your mental eye, these are the sounds you will hear, your screams and my grunts, this is what you’ll smell, the scent of your sex and the aroma of my desire. And in those daydreams you will want for more. And you will come to me. I’ll always treat you right. For you are mine, I won you fair and square in the bet and I will never give you up, not for anything.//
Hands moved from hips to small of back as the rocking hips and ever tensing thighs continued their journey back and forth, tempo never changing, just boring into and sucking out of. Heels of palms dug into coccyx, pressing downwards, angling his cock down into secret spot of pure pleasure, sweeping over it inside on some thrusts, missing it accompanied by moans on others. And palms dug in, pushed up along spine ridge, up to shoulder blades, wrapping over to pull upwards, arching the back, stomach pressing down into the bed, then leaning down as pushing in and stilling all motion but a small sway to stoke the fires anew.
Placing small kisses onto shoulder skin, over spine and fingers releasing, finding face, turning towards, kisses to tired brow and weary dry lips, making them wet and filling with tongue. Then up and away and grinding resuming and quickening as hands travelled back down spine, thighs unclenching, one hand fitting around Orlando’s cock like it belonged there, like it was his own and moving, never fast enough, just enough to bring so close to the edge as to be able to smell but never taste, and holding him there, not letting him go, not giving him release desired so strong as flames flicked and smouldered but never caught alight.
Then hips increased pace, became unpredictable in their thrusts, sweat dripped from Karl’s hair down onto Orlando’s glistening shaky skin as he looked down on the perfect sight before him, his cock embedded into sweet flesh, pulling and slamming and drawing out to sheath again, spare hand on hip bone, steadying, holding his toy up, and his buttocks unclenched, thighs trembled with held back lust and he could not hold onto sanity any longer, had to fall and fall soon, had to bring this one with him, had to become unison in time, together as if they’d never come apart.
He felt the familiar ache start deep inside him, knew this would take no more than a few more hard pushes and sped up his wrist, at last giving Orlando what he wanted, what he ached deep for. His own hips thrust hard, hitting down onto sweet spot over and over to drive wild, the ring of pleasure surrounding him began to tremble, showed him how close Orlando was.
“Cum now Orlando, cum with me like you ache to. Become a part of me as I become a part of you.” His words spilled and his thighs shuddered, cock spasming as new white joy descended onto him, through him and into Orlando, filling the young man with his seed as it coursed through Karl’s body and Orlando’s name flew through the air on a mighty cry. Hips juddered onto Orlando’s slick skin and fingers gripped hard and jerked fast till screams and cries abated and spasming stilled and stopped.
Karl’s balls ached when all was spent and his head bowed down as if in silent reverence, harsh breaths and trembling of thighs, stilling of hand and shaft as the last pure whiteness flew from it’s tip to fill the cavern in heat and surround his cock in blissful harmony. Through falling lashes all Karl could see was Orlando’s spent body, the sounds of completion still ringing in his ears. And he truly knew this boy, this man was his. Always his. Not something he’d been looking for tonight, but he knew. And it filled his aching spent body with such joy a single bright tear tracked from blinking eyes down cheek and off the end of his chin to join the sweat drips falling onto Orlando’s still joined butt.
“Yours forever more.” A whispered prayer.
~~~~~~~
Orlando gasped as the last of the orgasm that ended and began the
universe ripped through him. Couldn't remember how to breathe --
lungs were refusing to work, were shut down. He half-leaned, half
fell back against Urban, head falling back against Urban's shoulder,
eyes open and staring, glazed, at the ceiling. Finally pulled in a
breath, and it burned. Stitch in his side, like he'd been running.
Dizzy and raw, like he'd been running in the *sun,* in the middle of
summer, with nothing to drink for days and days...
Sweat cooling suddenly, making him shudder. The feeling of Urban,
still inside him... *Christ.* And the man's pulse against his
shoulder blades, and his breathing, rough and hot against Orlando's
jaw. Sweat dripping gently from Urban's chin onto the small of
Orlando's back, sliding down.
Drip. Breath, burn. Heartbeat.
Drip. Shiver.
Orlando's hands had somehow moved from crossed to the edge of the
bed, and now he had to concentrate on each finger to unclench them.
White nails. Tingling.
He moved, without really meaning to -- pulled forward and up and away
from Urban, lungs still aching. Grabbed at the headboard and pulled,
thighs trembling under him. Head swimming. Blinked hard, trying to
clear--
Oh, Christ. He closed his eyes, and for another instant, it was
Urban again -- that blinding, crimson kiss, and fingertips in the
small of his back, ignoring scars and bruising into muscles, and
Orlando hearing Urban's voice through his own skin before he heard it
through the air.
Opened his eyes, pulled himself up. Perched on the edge of the bed,
back curved, head down, panting still. Staring at the floor numbly,
dizzy. Trying to understand exactly what had happened; not meeting
Urban's eyes. Thought he might ought to say something, but couldn't
find the words.
And, too, his throat *hurt* from all the fucking screaming...
~~~~~~
Karl was dazed. First he had slumped, just a little, over his playthings back, tired in exultation and overcome with joy at finding this…This One. And he pushed, The Princeling actually pushed back, pushed till Karl was sitting on his knees, still in Orlando, head resting against head, young man still in his lap. And Karl had tried to grip, tried to hold onto slippery hips but strength was sapped and the toy pulled himself off and…
//Lonely. Why do I suddenly feel so terribly lonely? I never knew this before tonight, never thought such a one as this could bring me to my knees, never thought I’d actually…//
And then the One was gone, and Karl was dazed. Gone and trying to pull himself onto the bed.
//Can’t lose him. Not this one. Can’t let him go, Can’t he see? Can’t he feel he’s with me now?//
And as Orlando tried to grip, to pull himself up Karl saw, saw eyes closed and breath hitched and saw flashing across his Princeling’s face,
//Oh but he does know, he feels, he can see me inside, he can feel my heart beat, he pulses with me when he shuts his eyes, sees me in the redness of his lids. He hears my voice in the air.//
And the young man sat, on the edge, head bowed, fingers twisting, lungs overworking. //He knows he’s with me now, and it scares him, he doesn’t understand yet.//
//But he will.//
tbc…
Title: Party Animal 19/26
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 //…//
‘Ah you're turning up the heat
When I start to dream aloud
See you move your hands and feet
Won't you step into this cloud of steam.’
Peter Gabriel: Steam.
Karl sat, knelt up, found bedside glass and pressed clear liquid to Orlando’s lips, soothed the aching larynx, calmed the screamed out chords. “Come on then lovely, lets get you showered and tucked up in bed beside me where you belong now.” Karl stood, legs hurting and knees sore and scooped Orlando into his arms. “Besides I’m sure you don’t really want to be sitting on that pretty arse of yours quite yet.”
Karl carried the limp form into the large bathroom, prodded the shower door open with his foot and let the Elf slip gently to his feet, bracing him against the wall, holding him up and twisting the powerful flow on with his elbow.
Letting the water sluice over them as he held Orlando close he relaxed a little, his partner looked tired beyond belief with eyes wide and dark. Karl pressed a soothing kiss to creased forehead, “It’s okay my tired one we’ll soon have you all tucked up in bed next to me, just need to wash you, make sure I didn’t hurt you okay?” Karl’s fingers found shower gel, rubbed into hair and over chest and shoulders, he turned the tired body round and let him lean gently against the shower wall. Karl’s fingers dived over plains, soothed knots away and released tension. Then his head next to ear whispered, “I just need to check I didn’t harm you. I’ll try not to upset you.” And fingers slipped deeper, into crevice. He braced Orlando’s back, calming fingers over spine, crouched down and gelled fingers and searching eyes sought tears or rips, never entering, never hurting, just soothing, making sure. But they found only soreness, only tender aches.
Returning to ear Karl smiled, “You’re fine, just sore tonight, you’ll be better come morning. Though I don’t think you’ll want to sit down much tomorrow.” Karl turned the weary young man around, held him close and breathed deep, then pulled back a little, held face in hands and gazed with such tenderness as to almost adoration. Then kisses rained as water washed, kissed over lips and cheek, reassuring, relaxing, soothing. Comforting.
~~~~~~
Orlando followed mutely, let Urban carry him and stand him up and
wash him and take care of him, eyes feeling glazed. Feeling glazed
all over. Tired, tired, tired, tired, tired... tired... He let the
water wash over him, let Urban's voice slide across his skin.
And Orlando thought it was strange,
Strange... how different Urban was.
The thought sank in slowly, as Orlando licked drops of water from his
lips and Urban's arms closed warm around him, warmer than the water.
Orlando puzzled at it fuzzily -- couldn't get his mind around it. It
was different, *Urban* was different.
But Orlando couldn't understand why, not really. Because, really,
Orlando just wanted to crawl in bed and sleep, that was all. And if
it was hard to breathe when Urban pulled away--
If, in the instant Urban's arms slipped away, Orlando's throat
tightened and his jaw clenched,
and if, when Urban's fingertips rested again on Orlando's face and
Urban was kissing him again gently, water warm over them both and
running down Orlando's face and over his shoulders, if only then
could Orlando breathe again--
Well, then, blame the breathing on exhaustion, and call the fear a
fear of slipping -- call it fear of falling.
~~~~~~
He turned them around, let Orlando stand on his own for a moment as he washed his own hair quickly, washed the sweat and grime away, washed the scent of sex down the drain though he wished he could wear it for longer as a gesture. //Scents mixed, I’ve Fucked this one, steer clear!//
And rinsing suds from dark locks and tanned skin he looked upon his new lover, his new toy and winnings and knew he would never let this one go. This one was his now. All his. He’d never let him hurt, never do anything that wasn’t wanted. But he knew he had the power to make this one want. To make him ache and burn and need and smoulder for again. //Till morning’s light my lover. Rest I shall grant you but only rest till then. Then the dance shall start afresh.//
//And all bets are off.//
Karl pulled weary Orlando from the shower, bundled him in big white fluffiness and carried him gently back to the bed, depositing him on it and pulling the towel off, drying legs and arms and chest and hair. The young man had not said a word since pulling off, since Karl felt a piece of him tearing away. This worried Karl a little, putting it mainly down to over-tiredness but what worried him more were the feelings he was having. His usual caring self returned as he towelled off between toes, soothing the tired body as Karl wrapped the damp towel around himself to stop the shivering as he tucked the young man under soft sheets with a kiss. Relaxing as he finally found time to dry himself, to keep the chill at bay before dropping the soaked towel into the basket. And what bordered on exaltation as he crawled into the bed next to Orlando, pulled covers over and pulled him back against him, one arm wrapped around stomach, the other around chest, keeping safe, keeping warm.
And what he could not deny was craving as bodies pressed together in naked weariness.
“Sleep My lovely Princeling, my prize, my One. Sleep now and we will talk in the morning” And a kiss on bare neck was followed by blissful slumber.
~~~~~~
Orlando stretched one arm up sleepily, cradled his head in the crook
of his elbow, ignoring the pillow. His other hand found Urban's on
his stomach. Fingers laced, tightened. He felt Urban's breathing
slow, felt the steady warmth of Urban's chest against his back, of
Urban's legs tangled with his legs.
Talk in the morning.
Orlando swallowed back the taste of bile. Talk in the morning? Oh,
Orlando'd *had* that talk before, thanks. The "this is just a casual
fuck" talk; the "you were great, but let's keep this under wraps"
talk. Hell, Orlando'd *given* that talk before. You work on a show
somewhere, you pick up a girl. Or three. Or four. And you tell
every one of them how *fantastic* they were, but that, darling, we
just *can't* be a couple right now.
Orlando didn't want to hear it.
...it wasn't a big deal. No. It didn't bother him.
Of course not. He'd be fucked if it *bothered* him! Splitting up
after a shag, bother Orlando Goddamn Bloom? No chance. This was
just a one-night-stand, a fucking *bet,* for Christ's sake!
Orlando stared into the dark, traced the outlines of walls and floor
through the grey-black of night. Listened, for a long time, to
Urban's breathing, and to Urban's heartbeat.
Not bothered. Right. He just... didn't want to have the damn talk,
that's all.
It wasn't long before Orlando dropped into sleep, but, with Urban's
arms around him and Urban's face nuzzled into the back of Orlando's
neck, it felt like forever.
tbc…
Title: Party Animal 20/26
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 how you feel to make it real
Real as anything you've seen
Get a life with this dreamer's dream.’
Peter Gabriel: Steam.
Karl woke with sunlight shining on his face and the scent of Orlando in his nose. Legs had tangled in the night, fingers still gripped hard around his like Orlando never wanted to let go.
//Don’t you worry Elfin One, I’ll never let you go.//
Orlando shifted onto his back as Karl pulled away slightly, Karl wanted to watch, to see this young toy of his as he slept. He looked so calm, so lost in peaceful slumber. So different from the Lurid Shirt wearing obnoxious twat he’d almost run over the night before.
Karl gazed at the face of the morning, but thought of the face of the night, last night. Orlando’s face as he danced with Karl, his face flushed from the bike ride, his face flustered from kissing and his face in orgasm as he came from Karl’s mouth on his cock.
And Orlando’s screams as he came hard and shuddery from Karl deep within his virgin hole.
//Okay! Not the stuff to be thinking before he’s even awake!//
//Though that is the perfect plan to try and wake him…//
Karl leaned in, watching finished for a while, and fused lips to neck skin, nipping and sucking and wondering how much it would take before the body below him woke up.
~~~~~~
The dark of sleep flickered, suddenly, as lips and teeth made their
cheerful way across his neck. A streak of scarlet on the backs of
Orlando's eyelids. A good kind of streak, but still--
It was the kind of streak that woke Orlando up.
And that was unforgivable.
"Fuckin'ell," Orlando rasped, reaching for the head dipped to his
throat. Hands found hair, ears -- shoved fuzzily. "M'asleep."
//Voice... hurts, *fuck*... lea'me lone. Needa sleep.//
~~~~~~
//Not for long you’re not!//
Karl smoothed his hand down the laid out body, over chest and navel to run circles around the sun tattoo. Sheets wrapped around hips he wanted to look further in the light of day but resisted, instead ducked head again, unperturbed by Orlando’s shoving hand, ducked and kissed a fresh spot of skin, un-marred, but not for long.
Karl’s teeth nibbled an intricate path down neck to sternum, light little kisses and heavy presses and nips and licks and bites and never the same pattern twice and never predictable, and always unanticipated.
//Come on Toy, Karl wants to play…//
~~~~~~
Orlando groaned, stretched, back arching lazily under the warm hand
on his stomach and the kisses and nips and licks. "Mmm..." So maybe
this was worth waking up for.
He opened his eyes a crack; muttered something indecipherable about
the fucking sunlight, and closed them again. Couldn't remember
whether he ought to have a hangover this morning or not; was too
asleep to remember much at all about the night before. Just wanted
to sleep, or maybe let the kisses and nibbles keep going, mmm. He
remembered.... well, the party, sure, but after that, he couldn't
recall anything but--
"Hellfuck!" Orlando's voice broke, ragged, and he opened bleary eyes.
--Anything but *Urban.* Who was sprawled with all the elegant grace
of a jungle cat on the bed, head bent over Orlando's chest. Hand on
Orlando's stomach. And with the sunlight streaming down around them,
Urban's dark hair seemed to catch fire and spark impossible reds and
oranges; Urban's shoulder etched in gold, and the rest of him
stretched out under the covers, making Orlando think of--
Orlando shut his eyes again.
Oh, Christ. Urban, who wanted to talk. Orlando started to sit up,
moaned, thought better of it. Rolled over, instead, away from Urban,
and buried his face in his pillow. Hoped, vaguely, that Urban would
take the hint and let him be for now.
*Christ.* It was too damn early for this.
~~~~~~
//There you go, wide awake and ready for me to play with you and…Hey!//
Orlando was actually moving, moving away, hiding his head in a pillow. //Oh I think not somehow? Don’t you remember last night yet?// Karl moved hand to shoulder, drew the man onto to his back, back to lying under him as Karl moved one leg to either side and held in place with tight knees to hip-bones.
“Where do you think you’re going my pretty? I’m not done with you yet…not by a long way!” He took arms and pulled them onto pillow, hands crossed above head crested by dark mussed up mohawk. He pushed the hands in place. “Stay!” He teased, “Or do you want me to break the handcuffs out so early in the morning?”
Head ducked anew and nipped slightly on jawline before lapping over ear whorl, tasting down neck to collarbone, which Karl spent a delightful few minutes sucking on. Then over sternum to the other side, this collarbone receiving bites and nips and this side of neck getting sucks and tiny love bites.
~~~~~~
"You don't take a bloody hint, *do* you!" Orlando snapped, voice
hoarse and incredulous. Regretted it immediately, as every word
seemed to make his voice hurt progressively more. He blinked up at
Urban, who was mercifully shielding him from the sun, and was about
to say just exactly--
Oh.
My.
The door slammed on just exactly whatever he'd been about to say,
because Urban's tongue was dancing across his jawline. Because Urban
was nipping his way across Orlando's collarbone. Finally fully
awake, Orlando felt Urban's lips melt into him with new venom,
numbing and burning gently across Orlando's skin. Across his throat
and back and up his neck.
And it all brought back, in searing relief, everything that had
happened the night before...
Orlando moaned, tilted his head back to give Urban more room.
Slipped his hands around Urban's neck, into his hair, knotting and
pulling.
tbc…
Either here in the LJ cut, or in pretty formating in my fic website: http://ladsofthering.net/ (Where you can find the parts prior to this if you haven't read them yet.)
Title: Party Animal 16/26
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 //…//
‘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…
Title: Party Animal 17/26
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 //…//
‘So deep, so wide, will you take me on your back for a ride
If I should fall, would you swallow me deep inside.’
Peter Gabriel: Washing of the water.
When Orlando came it was all Karl could do to just sit and watch. He held himself back, muscles aching, knowing this act was for a reason, knowing what was to come would be all the better for it. He felt the leg descend to the floor, put his hands out to clasp onto that thigh and the calf of the leg still propped on the bed, just to watch as this new young lover of his exploded his lot over his pale stomach. It was enough to make Karl’s blood sing with the same resonance.
And then when the jerking was over and the shuddering started Karl knew it was time for action again. He reached one hand up, smeared fingers into Orlando’s fresh cum on his stomach and wrapped his fingers around his own cock, then scooped the rest up and smothered it over the hole infront of him, muscles still clenched from orgasm state.
Wiping his hand on the bedsheet Karl took hold of the other leg and lowered it to the floor, kneeling between the opened thighs for a moment to look hungrily on this toy he was about to fuck senseless, eyes wandering over the open face, flushed with emotion, sweat beading slightly. And then he knelt back, pulled Orlando roughly by his waist of the edge of the bed and flipped him so his face was buried in the hot crumpled sheets, knees on the floor and Karl knocked his thighs apart wantonly so he was open and ready for him. He leant over the body, his dripping cock nudging against the backs of thighs and pulled his Elf Prince’s hands up, clasping wrists together on the bed above where his head lay. Pushing them once into the mattress in an order to stay, words beyond him.
And then he knelt back, admired the view of tight virgin arse, lubed with its own spit and cum and still shaking from orgasm. He held the cheeks apart roughly, a silent grin on one side of his face, lips curling, eyes dark as night with heady desire.
And he could not resist.
So he didn’t.
He started to push his solid length inside the waiting hole, slipping it in inch by hard thick inch, muscles tensed in his thighs, trying to go as slow as he could, trying to do it right so his toy would not break. He cold hear the skin sliding into hole, feel the muscles clench tight around him, hear the strain on the voice from the chest infront of him, heard the grunts from his own, trying to hold back, to elongate the momentary bliss.
Then he was in. Sheathed in tight hotness, he could feel Orlando’s muscles deep inside, forming tight around the whole length of his cock, his balls pushing against Orlando’s own, scratchy hairs twining together. He knelt on the carpet and felt nothing but his groin. Was nothing but his cock for a few seconds, was the taker of virginity and the taker of a soul. Owned this one forever more.
“Mine Orlando. You are mine, I won you. Never forget that. And *never* forget this”
He pulled out, thighs aching already and slid so only the tip was still enveloped in heat. He waited till the quivering below him stopped, and then slid home, home where he belonged now, inside this one of his that held him so tight, that felt so unnervingly right.
//Home at last.//
~~~~~~~
Orlando couldn't say a word -- couldn't moan, couldn't whimper,
couldn't make a single noise. Every muscle trembling, wrists crossed
and burning, laid out on the blankets in the empty air but tingling
as surely as if Urban had cuffed him down. Face turned sideways,
mouth open into the blankets. The smell of Urban, seeping through
his skin.
Back tensed and shuddered as another inch pushed in, making Orlando's
eyes ache. And he couldn't breathe, couldn't see -- hurt, deep down,
every inch of him pained. Could feel Urban in his marrow. Could
feel Urban on every inch of his skin. Urban in his veins.
Urban fucking him slowly-slowly, and--
Oh, goddamn mother fucking *Christ,* that was another inch. Two
inches. Three... Orlando couldn't tell anymore; red fell over his
eyes and he closed them, jaw aching. Wrist-tingle. Carpet pressing
into his knees, hips being ground slowly into the corner of the bed.
Sweat beading at his temples, across his shoulder blades, cold in the
empty air.
And then, suddenly, Urban was still. Orlando felt full, could feel
Urban in his throat, his stomach, and his eyes were watering.
Stinging, and he squeezed them shut. Light-headed, world rocking.
Could hear Urban's voice, in the full, burning silence. "Mine
Orlando." Urban's voice, rolling over him like steam. "You are
mine, I won you. Never forget that." //Never forget... Christ help me...//
Falling, velvet and lust and every colour Orlando had ever imagined.
"And never forget this..."
Sudden suction, emptiness, hurt again as Urban pulled out, pulled out
until Orlando's hips were shrinking away, knowing what had to come
and not wanting it, not wanting this, *Christ,* please, no, no more--
And then, suddenly, the world was exploding into all the colours of
Urban's voice, and Orlando screamed, pain melting and blossoming into
Technicolor need on the backs of his eyelids. Never forget this.
Echoes of Urban, and Orlando screamed, hands clenching in the
blankets but staying crossed over his head, back arching, hips
pushing hard, taking Urban's cock deeper. Instinctive; reflexive;
desperate. Star-flash, fireworks. Never forget this. Screaming,
throat raw -- choking off suddenly into gasps and sobs and "please,"
and "Christ" and "*Urban*," face buried in the blankets. Stomach-
heaving wave of ecstasy. Never forget this. Sweat stinging closed
eyes, and creeping down his neck. The sound of Urban breathing, and
the feeling of Urban's pulse *in* Orlando, inside him. Part of him.
Owned, falling-- fallen. Lost. Fucking Christ, it was tearing him
apart, burning from the inside out, and Orlando never wanted it to
stop. Never, never, never, never, never, never, *never* forget this.
tbc…
Title: Party Animal 18/26
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 //…//
‘Can't you see I've lost control I'm getting indiscreet
You're moving in so close 'til I'm picking up
Picking up this heat, this heat.’
Peter Gabriel: Steam.
Slipping sliding into bliss Karl found his eyes slammed shut, brow creased, as he started to fuck this boy, his winnings, the body and soul he owned now and forever more. He tensed hard as hips pulled back again, Orlando’s screams of pain and ecstasy and pure unadulterated bliss slid through into his chest into his heart and coursed through his mind as slowly and surely he rocked backwards and forwards. Fingers digging into hips, keeping still, keeping his plaything’s cock away from the bed, away from friction that might send him over into white encased blackness too soon.
Karl let loose a cry, a grunt, a groan of harmony in tune with this one he was inside of as hips bucked and rocked, never too fast, never too slow just in and out and in and out and driving Orlando wild and making him think only of Karl, //Only ever think of me now, when you close your eyes in sleep, when you blink, when your mind drifts into day dreams, this is what you’ll feel, this is what you’ll see in your mental eye, these are the sounds you will hear, your screams and my grunts, this is what you’ll smell, the scent of your sex and the aroma of my desire. And in those daydreams you will want for more. And you will come to me. I’ll always treat you right. For you are mine, I won you fair and square in the bet and I will never give you up, not for anything.//
Hands moved from hips to small of back as the rocking hips and ever tensing thighs continued their journey back and forth, tempo never changing, just boring into and sucking out of. Heels of palms dug into coccyx, pressing downwards, angling his cock down into secret spot of pure pleasure, sweeping over it inside on some thrusts, missing it accompanied by moans on others. And palms dug in, pushed up along spine ridge, up to shoulder blades, wrapping over to pull upwards, arching the back, stomach pressing down into the bed, then leaning down as pushing in and stilling all motion but a small sway to stoke the fires anew.
Placing small kisses onto shoulder skin, over spine and fingers releasing, finding face, turning towards, kisses to tired brow and weary dry lips, making them wet and filling with tongue. Then up and away and grinding resuming and quickening as hands travelled back down spine, thighs unclenching, one hand fitting around Orlando’s cock like it belonged there, like it was his own and moving, never fast enough, just enough to bring so close to the edge as to be able to smell but never taste, and holding him there, not letting him go, not giving him release desired so strong as flames flicked and smouldered but never caught alight.
Then hips increased pace, became unpredictable in their thrusts, sweat dripped from Karl’s hair down onto Orlando’s glistening shaky skin as he looked down on the perfect sight before him, his cock embedded into sweet flesh, pulling and slamming and drawing out to sheath again, spare hand on hip bone, steadying, holding his toy up, and his buttocks unclenched, thighs trembled with held back lust and he could not hold onto sanity any longer, had to fall and fall soon, had to bring this one with him, had to become unison in time, together as if they’d never come apart.
He felt the familiar ache start deep inside him, knew this would take no more than a few more hard pushes and sped up his wrist, at last giving Orlando what he wanted, what he ached deep for. His own hips thrust hard, hitting down onto sweet spot over and over to drive wild, the ring of pleasure surrounding him began to tremble, showed him how close Orlando was.
“Cum now Orlando, cum with me like you ache to. Become a part of me as I become a part of you.” His words spilled and his thighs shuddered, cock spasming as new white joy descended onto him, through him and into Orlando, filling the young man with his seed as it coursed through Karl’s body and Orlando’s name flew through the air on a mighty cry. Hips juddered onto Orlando’s slick skin and fingers gripped hard and jerked fast till screams and cries abated and spasming stilled and stopped.
Karl’s balls ached when all was spent and his head bowed down as if in silent reverence, harsh breaths and trembling of thighs, stilling of hand and shaft as the last pure whiteness flew from it’s tip to fill the cavern in heat and surround his cock in blissful harmony. Through falling lashes all Karl could see was Orlando’s spent body, the sounds of completion still ringing in his ears. And he truly knew this boy, this man was his. Always his. Not something he’d been looking for tonight, but he knew. And it filled his aching spent body with such joy a single bright tear tracked from blinking eyes down cheek and off the end of his chin to join the sweat drips falling onto Orlando’s still joined butt.
“Yours forever more.” A whispered prayer.
~~~~~~~
Orlando gasped as the last of the orgasm that ended and began the
universe ripped through him. Couldn't remember how to breathe --
lungs were refusing to work, were shut down. He half-leaned, half
fell back against Urban, head falling back against Urban's shoulder,
eyes open and staring, glazed, at the ceiling. Finally pulled in a
breath, and it burned. Stitch in his side, like he'd been running.
Dizzy and raw, like he'd been running in the *sun,* in the middle of
summer, with nothing to drink for days and days...
Sweat cooling suddenly, making him shudder. The feeling of Urban,
still inside him... *Christ.* And the man's pulse against his
shoulder blades, and his breathing, rough and hot against Orlando's
jaw. Sweat dripping gently from Urban's chin onto the small of
Orlando's back, sliding down.
Drip. Breath, burn. Heartbeat.
Drip. Shiver.
Orlando's hands had somehow moved from crossed to the edge of the
bed, and now he had to concentrate on each finger to unclench them.
White nails. Tingling.
He moved, without really meaning to -- pulled forward and up and away
from Urban, lungs still aching. Grabbed at the headboard and pulled,
thighs trembling under him. Head swimming. Blinked hard, trying to
clear--
Oh, Christ. He closed his eyes, and for another instant, it was
Urban again -- that blinding, crimson kiss, and fingertips in the
small of his back, ignoring scars and bruising into muscles, and
Orlando hearing Urban's voice through his own skin before he heard it
through the air.
Opened his eyes, pulled himself up. Perched on the edge of the bed,
back curved, head down, panting still. Staring at the floor numbly,
dizzy. Trying to understand exactly what had happened; not meeting
Urban's eyes. Thought he might ought to say something, but couldn't
find the words.
And, too, his throat *hurt* from all the fucking screaming...
~~~~~~
Karl was dazed. First he had slumped, just a little, over his playthings back, tired in exultation and overcome with joy at finding this…This One. And he pushed, The Princeling actually pushed back, pushed till Karl was sitting on his knees, still in Orlando, head resting against head, young man still in his lap. And Karl had tried to grip, tried to hold onto slippery hips but strength was sapped and the toy pulled himself off and…
//Lonely. Why do I suddenly feel so terribly lonely? I never knew this before tonight, never thought such a one as this could bring me to my knees, never thought I’d actually…//
And then the One was gone, and Karl was dazed. Gone and trying to pull himself onto the bed.
//Can’t lose him. Not this one. Can’t let him go, Can’t he see? Can’t he feel he’s with me now?//
And as Orlando tried to grip, to pull himself up Karl saw, saw eyes closed and breath hitched and saw flashing across his Princeling’s face,
//Oh but he does know, he feels, he can see me inside, he can feel my heart beat, he pulses with me when he shuts his eyes, sees me in the redness of his lids. He hears my voice in the air.//
And the young man sat, on the edge, head bowed, fingers twisting, lungs overworking. //He knows he’s with me now, and it scares him, he doesn’t understand yet.//
//But he will.//
tbc…
Title: Party Animal 19/26
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 //…//
‘Ah you're turning up the heat
When I start to dream aloud
See you move your hands and feet
Won't you step into this cloud of steam.’
Peter Gabriel: Steam.
Karl sat, knelt up, found bedside glass and pressed clear liquid to Orlando’s lips, soothed the aching larynx, calmed the screamed out chords. “Come on then lovely, lets get you showered and tucked up in bed beside me where you belong now.” Karl stood, legs hurting and knees sore and scooped Orlando into his arms. “Besides I’m sure you don’t really want to be sitting on that pretty arse of yours quite yet.”
Karl carried the limp form into the large bathroom, prodded the shower door open with his foot and let the Elf slip gently to his feet, bracing him against the wall, holding him up and twisting the powerful flow on with his elbow.
Letting the water sluice over them as he held Orlando close he relaxed a little, his partner looked tired beyond belief with eyes wide and dark. Karl pressed a soothing kiss to creased forehead, “It’s okay my tired one we’ll soon have you all tucked up in bed next to me, just need to wash you, make sure I didn’t hurt you okay?” Karl’s fingers found shower gel, rubbed into hair and over chest and shoulders, he turned the tired body round and let him lean gently against the shower wall. Karl’s fingers dived over plains, soothed knots away and released tension. Then his head next to ear whispered, “I just need to check I didn’t harm you. I’ll try not to upset you.” And fingers slipped deeper, into crevice. He braced Orlando’s back, calming fingers over spine, crouched down and gelled fingers and searching eyes sought tears or rips, never entering, never hurting, just soothing, making sure. But they found only soreness, only tender aches.
Returning to ear Karl smiled, “You’re fine, just sore tonight, you’ll be better come morning. Though I don’t think you’ll want to sit down much tomorrow.” Karl turned the weary young man around, held him close and breathed deep, then pulled back a little, held face in hands and gazed with such tenderness as to almost adoration. Then kisses rained as water washed, kissed over lips and cheek, reassuring, relaxing, soothing. Comforting.
~~~~~~
Orlando followed mutely, let Urban carry him and stand him up and
wash him and take care of him, eyes feeling glazed. Feeling glazed
all over. Tired, tired, tired, tired, tired... tired... He let the
water wash over him, let Urban's voice slide across his skin.
And Orlando thought it was strange,
Strange... how different Urban was.
The thought sank in slowly, as Orlando licked drops of water from his
lips and Urban's arms closed warm around him, warmer than the water.
Orlando puzzled at it fuzzily -- couldn't get his mind around it. It
was different, *Urban* was different.
But Orlando couldn't understand why, not really. Because, really,
Orlando just wanted to crawl in bed and sleep, that was all. And if
it was hard to breathe when Urban pulled away--
If, in the instant Urban's arms slipped away, Orlando's throat
tightened and his jaw clenched,
and if, when Urban's fingertips rested again on Orlando's face and
Urban was kissing him again gently, water warm over them both and
running down Orlando's face and over his shoulders, if only then
could Orlando breathe again--
Well, then, blame the breathing on exhaustion, and call the fear a
fear of slipping -- call it fear of falling.
~~~~~~
He turned them around, let Orlando stand on his own for a moment as he washed his own hair quickly, washed the sweat and grime away, washed the scent of sex down the drain though he wished he could wear it for longer as a gesture. //Scents mixed, I’ve Fucked this one, steer clear!//
And rinsing suds from dark locks and tanned skin he looked upon his new lover, his new toy and winnings and knew he would never let this one go. This one was his now. All his. He’d never let him hurt, never do anything that wasn’t wanted. But he knew he had the power to make this one want. To make him ache and burn and need and smoulder for again. //Till morning’s light my lover. Rest I shall grant you but only rest till then. Then the dance shall start afresh.//
//And all bets are off.//
Karl pulled weary Orlando from the shower, bundled him in big white fluffiness and carried him gently back to the bed, depositing him on it and pulling the towel off, drying legs and arms and chest and hair. The young man had not said a word since pulling off, since Karl felt a piece of him tearing away. This worried Karl a little, putting it mainly down to over-tiredness but what worried him more were the feelings he was having. His usual caring self returned as he towelled off between toes, soothing the tired body as Karl wrapped the damp towel around himself to stop the shivering as he tucked the young man under soft sheets with a kiss. Relaxing as he finally found time to dry himself, to keep the chill at bay before dropping the soaked towel into the basket. And what bordered on exaltation as he crawled into the bed next to Orlando, pulled covers over and pulled him back against him, one arm wrapped around stomach, the other around chest, keeping safe, keeping warm.
And what he could not deny was craving as bodies pressed together in naked weariness.
“Sleep My lovely Princeling, my prize, my One. Sleep now and we will talk in the morning” And a kiss on bare neck was followed by blissful slumber.
~~~~~~
Orlando stretched one arm up sleepily, cradled his head in the crook
of his elbow, ignoring the pillow. His other hand found Urban's on
his stomach. Fingers laced, tightened. He felt Urban's breathing
slow, felt the steady warmth of Urban's chest against his back, of
Urban's legs tangled with his legs.
Talk in the morning.
Orlando swallowed back the taste of bile. Talk in the morning? Oh,
Orlando'd *had* that talk before, thanks. The "this is just a casual
fuck" talk; the "you were great, but let's keep this under wraps"
talk. Hell, Orlando'd *given* that talk before. You work on a show
somewhere, you pick up a girl. Or three. Or four. And you tell
every one of them how *fantastic* they were, but that, darling, we
just *can't* be a couple right now.
Orlando didn't want to hear it.
...it wasn't a big deal. No. It didn't bother him.
Of course not. He'd be fucked if it *bothered* him! Splitting up
after a shag, bother Orlando Goddamn Bloom? No chance. This was
just a one-night-stand, a fucking *bet,* for Christ's sake!
Orlando stared into the dark, traced the outlines of walls and floor
through the grey-black of night. Listened, for a long time, to
Urban's breathing, and to Urban's heartbeat.
Not bothered. Right. He just... didn't want to have the damn talk,
that's all.
It wasn't long before Orlando dropped into sleep, but, with Urban's
arms around him and Urban's face nuzzled into the back of Orlando's
neck, it felt like forever.
tbc…
Title: Party Animal 20/26
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 how you feel to make it real
Real as anything you've seen
Get a life with this dreamer's dream.’
Peter Gabriel: Steam.
Karl woke with sunlight shining on his face and the scent of Orlando in his nose. Legs had tangled in the night, fingers still gripped hard around his like Orlando never wanted to let go.
//Don’t you worry Elfin One, I’ll never let you go.//
Orlando shifted onto his back as Karl pulled away slightly, Karl wanted to watch, to see this young toy of his as he slept. He looked so calm, so lost in peaceful slumber. So different from the Lurid Shirt wearing obnoxious twat he’d almost run over the night before.
Karl gazed at the face of the morning, but thought of the face of the night, last night. Orlando’s face as he danced with Karl, his face flushed from the bike ride, his face flustered from kissing and his face in orgasm as he came from Karl’s mouth on his cock.
And Orlando’s screams as he came hard and shuddery from Karl deep within his virgin hole.
//Okay! Not the stuff to be thinking before he’s even awake!//
//Though that is the perfect plan to try and wake him…//
Karl leaned in, watching finished for a while, and fused lips to neck skin, nipping and sucking and wondering how much it would take before the body below him woke up.
~~~~~~
The dark of sleep flickered, suddenly, as lips and teeth made their
cheerful way across his neck. A streak of scarlet on the backs of
Orlando's eyelids. A good kind of streak, but still--
It was the kind of streak that woke Orlando up.
And that was unforgivable.
"Fuckin'ell," Orlando rasped, reaching for the head dipped to his
throat. Hands found hair, ears -- shoved fuzzily. "M'asleep."
//Voice... hurts, *fuck*... lea'me lone. Needa sleep.//
~~~~~~
//Not for long you’re not!//
Karl smoothed his hand down the laid out body, over chest and navel to run circles around the sun tattoo. Sheets wrapped around hips he wanted to look further in the light of day but resisted, instead ducked head again, unperturbed by Orlando’s shoving hand, ducked and kissed a fresh spot of skin, un-marred, but not for long.
Karl’s teeth nibbled an intricate path down neck to sternum, light little kisses and heavy presses and nips and licks and bites and never the same pattern twice and never predictable, and always unanticipated.
//Come on Toy, Karl wants to play…//
~~~~~~
Orlando groaned, stretched, back arching lazily under the warm hand
on his stomach and the kisses and nips and licks. "Mmm..." So maybe
this was worth waking up for.
He opened his eyes a crack; muttered something indecipherable about
the fucking sunlight, and closed them again. Couldn't remember
whether he ought to have a hangover this morning or not; was too
asleep to remember much at all about the night before. Just wanted
to sleep, or maybe let the kisses and nibbles keep going, mmm. He
remembered.... well, the party, sure, but after that, he couldn't
recall anything but--
"Hellfuck!" Orlando's voice broke, ragged, and he opened bleary eyes.
--Anything but *Urban.* Who was sprawled with all the elegant grace
of a jungle cat on the bed, head bent over Orlando's chest. Hand on
Orlando's stomach. And with the sunlight streaming down around them,
Urban's dark hair seemed to catch fire and spark impossible reds and
oranges; Urban's shoulder etched in gold, and the rest of him
stretched out under the covers, making Orlando think of--
Orlando shut his eyes again.
Oh, Christ. Urban, who wanted to talk. Orlando started to sit up,
moaned, thought better of it. Rolled over, instead, away from Urban,
and buried his face in his pillow. Hoped, vaguely, that Urban would
take the hint and let him be for now.
*Christ.* It was too damn early for this.
~~~~~~
//There you go, wide awake and ready for me to play with you and…Hey!//
Orlando was actually moving, moving away, hiding his head in a pillow. //Oh I think not somehow? Don’t you remember last night yet?// Karl moved hand to shoulder, drew the man onto to his back, back to lying under him as Karl moved one leg to either side and held in place with tight knees to hip-bones.
“Where do you think you’re going my pretty? I’m not done with you yet…not by a long way!” He took arms and pulled them onto pillow, hands crossed above head crested by dark mussed up mohawk. He pushed the hands in place. “Stay!” He teased, “Or do you want me to break the handcuffs out so early in the morning?”
Head ducked anew and nipped slightly on jawline before lapping over ear whorl, tasting down neck to collarbone, which Karl spent a delightful few minutes sucking on. Then over sternum to the other side, this collarbone receiving bites and nips and this side of neck getting sucks and tiny love bites.
~~~~~~
"You don't take a bloody hint, *do* you!" Orlando snapped, voice
hoarse and incredulous. Regretted it immediately, as every word
seemed to make his voice hurt progressively more. He blinked up at
Urban, who was mercifully shielding him from the sun, and was about
to say just exactly--
Oh.
My.
The door slammed on just exactly whatever he'd been about to say,
because Urban's tongue was dancing across his jawline. Because Urban
was nipping his way across Orlando's collarbone. Finally fully
awake, Orlando felt Urban's lips melt into him with new venom,
numbing and burning gently across Orlando's skin. Across his throat
and back and up his neck.
And it all brought back, in searing relief, everything that had
happened the night before...
Orlando moaned, tilted his head back to give Urban more room.
Slipped his hands around Urban's neck, into his hair, knotting and
pulling.
tbc…
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OhHollyFuckingShit this was good!!!
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Parts 1-20 can be read here: http://ladsofthering.net/
whree I keep all my fiction
and the rest will be posted here:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
in the nest few days (yay, I'm a tease!)
Hope you enjoy (lots more angst and hotness yet to come!)