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Here's the next three parts of Party animal for your reading delight...
Find the rest of the series here: http://ladsofthering.net/ if you've not read any before (or want to remember the bucketloads of raw passion from the last chunk!)
Title: Party Animal 21/26
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 //…//
‘You know your ladder from your snake
You know the throttle from the brake
You know your straight line from a curve
You've got a lot of nerve.’
Peter Gabriel: Steam.
The one single moan went straight to Karl’s groin, directly through his heart. And the tilt of his neck just made Karl want to ravage the man even more. //Not too much remember, It’s got to seep into his brain yet, how much he belongs here with me now.//
//Hands where did they come fro…//
Karl pulled up quickly, Picked hands out from in his hair and all but forcing them back onto the pillow. “What did I say?” He rumbled as he stared down at his dark haired beauty.
And then trail resumed, but lower, sucking hard on one nipple, bringing it to nub and then just as mouth was moving off pinching and holding with finger and thumb as tongue swiped across chest to the other and granted it the same ruthless treatment.
~~~~~~
//Hands stay put. Right. Not hard. I can manage tha--//
//Oh, sweet Jesus!!//
Orlando yelped, twisted under Urban's mouth, twinges of fire shooting
through his chest and into his stomach, coiling there. Breath
catching as fingers replaced lips and pain added to pleasure. And
then started over again, only this time the burn of Urban's fingers
pinched and relentless stayed, crossed with the sensation of Urban's
mouth on the other side of his chest.
This was going to drive Orlando *mad.* He bucked, knees bending,
hands coming unplaced again -- reaching for Urban's head, shoulders,
pulling, wanting that mouth on his, needing.
~~~~~~
And, when the other nipple was a nub, finger and thumb grasped it as hard as the other and lips trailed back to the middle as holding clamps became twisting and pushing instruments of pleasure mixed pain and delight and…
//Bloody hands again!//
“Oh but you are a disobedient one this morning aren’t you my Princeling!” Twin hands were yanked off, returned to pillow with a scowl and a moan from the lungs below him and Karl just stared. Stared and tried to make his mind up. “Now…should I hold these here and carry on one handed…only half the fun you know. Or…do you think you can possibly manage to keep them still as asked. Or…”
And he grinned, and got up from the bed, and walked calmly, naked and proud with his cock hard and springing out in front of him to the wardrobe, he opened, reached in with a devilish stare and pulled out a tie, silky, supple and quite soft, and very very useful, so Karl thought right now, though he’d never thought it before, for tying errant young men to the metal bedstead with.
“Or am I going to have to tie you down after all? If you don’t heed my warnings it’s not my fault! What do you think Orlando?” He finished, kneeling up on the edge of the bed, playing with the tie, feeling it’s strength between his fingers but looking straight at his exquisite new lover.
~~~~~~
Orlando's eyes locked, wide and dark, on the tie in Urban's hands.
For fuck's sake, this sort of thing happened in bad movies, not in
real life! And something about the thought of being tied down,
unable to move and at Urban's mercy, was terrifying.
...and Orlando was going to, for the moment, ignore the dull
throbbing starting in his groin, thank you very much.
Fuck. "Yes," Orlando said, the word grating discordant. Frowned,
licked his lips. Tore his eyes from the tie and looked up to
Urban. "No, I mean. I don't..." Voice broke, and he winced,
tasting blood, throat burning. //Fuck me, can't *talk*...//
~~~~~~
//I think I wore his brain out!//
Fingers slid from fabric to be left where it dropped and hands reached to nightstand, to water and glass and then to Orlando’s back, propping him up and sliding glass to lips, tipping as more was gulped and a light kiss was pressed to the forehead. A grin as water was downed and throat relieved and Karl leant Orlando back to the pillows and kissed him gently.
Lips soothed away worries and fears and blotted out the outside world and everything apart from one single fact. “I will never harm you Orlando. I vowed that last night and I don’t go back on promises.” //Well, maybe this is a time for small talk after all.//
“One thing Orlando. One word, which you must remember from last night. One word, which I will hold to you as, you will to me. Tell me Orlando.”
//Mine…remember…I won you…//
“What are you Orlando?”
//Yours...say it…believe it…//
~~~~~~
Orlando blinked, stared at Urban, lost. What sort of question was
*that*? He was *lots* of things! He was an actor. He was a
trendsetter-thank-you-very-much. He was very sore, and also
uncomfortably hard. He was Urban's current goddamn fling.
//Christ, Urban. One moment you can be such a little fuck, and then
suddenly you're all caring, and I swear, you go from burning to
chatty in five-point-two. Has to be some kind of record...//
Wait. Wait -- Urban had said 'remember from last night,' said it was
one word.
Oh, shit. *That.*
Clenched his jaw, took a deep breath, heart sinking. Would be damned
if he let it show, though.
"Fine," Orlando said, voice still rough but better for the water. He
would've sat up, but the ache in…certain places vital to sitting
wasn't going to cooperate. Savagely elbowed the pillow up behind him
and settled for leaning against the headboard, arms crossed.
"Fine. You want to talk, let's fucking *talk,* then."
tbc…
Title: Party Animal 22/26
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 //…//
‘Don't get me wrong, I'll be strong
When the slowburn sunset come along
You've gotta stay the night
I gotta think that you might.’
Peter Gabriel: Slowburn.
Bewilderment flitted across Karl’s eyes for all of about 5 seconds as Orlando obviously debated the question. But then he never actually answered it, just started going off on one about talking and…
//Hey! Where the Fuck did that come from? One second he was all ‘please fuck me’ and then he’s cross as hell and blocking me! Jesus!// Karl sat back on his knees as he dropped the tie to the floor, one knee pressing into Orlando’s side as he tried to ignore the ache in his groin that needed to be sated.
“Fine we can *talk*. What would you like to talk about, how lovely the dawn is this morning? How much you like my bike? How you’d like you toast when I cook us brekkie later? What? What did you want to talk about Lando?”
//Just don’t say you want out because I don’t think my heart could take it if you did.//
~~~~~~
Jesus Christ. If he wanted to have the morning-after talk, he was
going to have the fucking morning-after talk! Orlando couldn't take
the strain of waiting for it anymore.
"You're the one who said we were going to talk in the morning,"
Orlando snapped, "and, well, guess what -- its morning." He glared
out the window, face turned away from Urban.
"Here," he said, not pausing. "You seem to need help. How about 'it
was just a casual fuck,' or maybe 'it didn't mean anything.' Or 'it
was a one-night stand.'" He ticked each one off on his fingers. "We
can't do this -- oh, here, this is a good one -- 'we can't do this
for the sake of the *movie.*' That one's always fantastic. And
then, finally, there's my personal favourite, 'let's just be
friends.' There are others, but I think that's enough to get you
started."
Orlando took a quick breath, pushed on. Didn't want to hear which
one Urban would pick. "And don't expect me to fucking uncross my
legs again for you this morning just because you offered to make me
breakfast, or because you carried me to the shower last night, or
because you know how to kiss me like you actually fucking care about
me, or--"
Orlando stopped, made himself stop. Stared out the window, didn't
move. Was painfully aware of Urban's knee against his ribs -- the
only part of Urban touching him.
//Or because I think I fucking love you, you bastard.//
~~~~~~
Karl tried to interrupt the tirade of words that flew from Orlando’s mouth, tried to say,
“No I.........but...I wouldn’t........and I do....and...” He gave up and sighed and waited painfully with a broken chest and pained lungs from lack of oxygen, just waited till the words dried up and stopped.
He flickered his lashes and reached out an arm and fingers found grasp on chin and turned and felt the pain and mentally slapped himself for his stupidity and brow creased and shoulders slumped as he started to talk, calmly and sincerely and trying to convey all else he could through suddenly cloudy eyes,
“I didn’t mean that kind of talk I meant a ‘where do we go from here talk’ I meant ‘I’m glad I finally found you’ and ‘Where have you been all my life’. And the reason I kiss you like I care is because I’m suddenly finding that I do. And I’m hoping against all odds that you might just possibly do too. Mine Orlando. That’s what you are. You are mine, and I’ll never let you go and I’ll never let anyone hurt you. And this is so much more than a one night stand that it’s scaring the hell out of me.”
~~~~~~
Sharp tingle, running down Orlando's spine. No breath, no words, no
thought for an instant; the feeling of Urban's fingers on his jaw,
warm and solid. Real.
This was really happening.
"Oh," he said quietly. Pause, and then he exhaled hard, air falling
out of him all at once. Christ.
*Christ.*
Closed his eyes against Urban's, against the heat and the sincerity
and the question behind the dark lashes. Didn't pull away, let
Urban's hand stay there. Distracting -- skin on skin, only a little,
but enough to make Orlando shiver. He couldn't think.
This was for real. It wasn't just some one-night thing. It wasn't
just a bet, or... Or -- *whatever.* It was a *thousand* times more
than a one-night stand -- Urban had said so.
Unshakable Urban, who said he was scared.
Scared because of Orlando.
Oh. *Wow.*
"Yours," Orlando said. Took a breath, opened his eyes, put his hand
over Urban's. And it felt like he was making a vow, swearing against
something holy, giving something away and taking something back.
Felt like this was something vitally important.
It was just a word, Orlando's mind said coolly, and words didn't mean
much at all, could be bent and warped and forgotten. He knew it was
just a word--
But his heart knew differently.
"I'm yours."
tbc…
Title: Party Animal 23/26
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 //…//
‘Through broken eyes and contact lenses
Watched you draw your future tenses
See kisses of flame blow out of your lips
You're back telling me your Apocalypse.’
Peter Gabriel: Slowburn.
“Yes…” A breath passed lips that felt parched, came from hollow lungs that were just remembering their job again “Yes…Mine…Always mine…” An almost anguished vow.
And he took.
Hand pulled chin, met halfway, lips locked in solid kisses giving way to more and further, intense and scorching and burning their way into Karl’s brain, fire rained over his body as he pulled Orlando up so they knelt body to body on the bed, like a couple in prayer. “Oh God yes…” Was their chant and reply and their holy promise to each other was “Never leave, Stay, Mine, Yours, Forever…”
Skin burned up, fingers and nails digging in, finding holds and pulling, pushing, tentative, always trying to find more, always trying to take what was theirs and give so much more in return. Lips glided against each other, encouraging and tasting and revelling. Bodies pushed so tight that nothing could get between them. Karl rocked his hips against Orlando’s, his groin swelling with fervour, his mind melting with the feelings each nerve ending and muscle pumped full of blood was sending it. His hands glided over back, soothed scars at base, held shoulders at top, smoothed skin in-between. And Karl’s head spun with lack of oxygen before he pulled away, pulled back to breathe again and hold still the captivating face before him.
“I will have you now…..if you will let me.”
~~~~~~
Orlando kissed, kissed like this was his last kiss ever, like he
would die of this. Kissed, lips and tongue giving and taking in
turns, hands pulling at Urban's shoulders, sliding up behind Urban's
neck and palms skating warm down Urban's back. Kissed, and followed
when Urban's hands led him, arched into Urban until chests collided
into heat and hips -- oh hips. Hips ground, *Urban's* hips, and
Orlando curved, met and arched into the friction. Would've gasped if
he could breathe; moaned, instead, into the kiss that was making his
head swim, the kiss to end all kisses. The kiss making Orlando's
chest tingle from lack of air--
And it broke. Urban pulled away, and Orlando's eyes opened in slow
motion. He could feel the oxygen rush through his blood, into every
part of him. *Every* part of him. Christ. Steaming curl of desire,
weaving itself through his ribcage and settling in his chest.
And when his eyes finally unclosed all the way, Orlando couldn't
see. Was still dizzy, still breathing in shallow little gasps.
Amazed; shocked, and euphoric. Couldn't see--
Not anything but Urban.
Orlando smiled in spite of lungs that wouldn't quite open all the way
and fingertips that still tingled. No, not in spite -- he smiled
*because* of it, all of it. Because of Urban--
//Christ, do I even remember his first name?//
--but no, there were more pressing matters to address just now.
*Much* more pressing matters. Orlando pushed himself up against
Urban, cocks sliding and stomachs meeting, hands pulling, needy and
personal, on the small of Urban's back. "*Please,*" Orlando
murmured, voice husky, looking up at Urban through lowered lashes.
~~~~~~
“Well then…seeing as you ask so very nicely…”
Karl leaned in again to kiss those gently asking lips, but this time with more love than passion. He felt a stirring in more than his groin but then the taste of Orlando wiped out everything else. Gently lowering him back to the bed he pulled his lips off, gazed down at this new one, this One. That had obsessed his mind from the first moments their eyes met. That he now owned with heart and soul and body. And that he wanted and craved and had to have. And had to have *now*.
Lips pulled from lips, breath sucking in and Karl reached over to a drawer, pulled out a bottle of vanilla scented lube which he positioned on Orlando’s flat stomach as he moved back over and pulled both legs up, spread Orlando open and wide, put hands under kneecaps and pushed the legs up till one was pushed against chest and the other over his shoulder. //Ripe for the taking.//
He held the one leg close to chest as the other hand popped the cap and squeezed cold gel over Orlando’s now prone hole. “You look amazing like this Orlando. You make me ache so much, make me ache to take you.” He stated simply, and it was the truth, in a voice so low as to almost be a growl.
And as he was talking one finger found itself slickly being drawn inside by the tight ring of muscle. It was imbedded deep before Karl pulled it out, knowing the lovely looking plaything would be slightly sore from the night before Karl vowed to himself he would take this as slow as he could. As slow as he could before the young man drove him insane and he had to…
//No…don’t think of that, just one finger, concentrate on one, gorgeously hot, totally lost finger…//
The finger pushed back in, out again and circled around, then dipped inwards just the tip, curling so muscle was caught in curve and hole pulled open, around and back, and then in again but this time joined by another. And in, out, pushing Orlando to limits he never even knew existed, over and over and on and on…
And stopped.
tbc…
The last three parts (including the two never before posted parts) will be up in the next day or two... Oh how I love to keep you waiting *sniggers*
Find the rest of the series here: http://ladsofthering.net/ if you've not read any before (or want to remember the bucketloads of raw passion from the last chunk!)
Title: Party Animal 21/26
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 //…//
‘You know your ladder from your snake
You know the throttle from the brake
You know your straight line from a curve
You've got a lot of nerve.’
Peter Gabriel: Steam.
The one single moan went straight to Karl’s groin, directly through his heart. And the tilt of his neck just made Karl want to ravage the man even more. //Not too much remember, It’s got to seep into his brain yet, how much he belongs here with me now.//
//Hands where did they come fro…//
Karl pulled up quickly, Picked hands out from in his hair and all but forcing them back onto the pillow. “What did I say?” He rumbled as he stared down at his dark haired beauty.
And then trail resumed, but lower, sucking hard on one nipple, bringing it to nub and then just as mouth was moving off pinching and holding with finger and thumb as tongue swiped across chest to the other and granted it the same ruthless treatment.
~~~~~~
//Hands stay put. Right. Not hard. I can manage tha--//
//Oh, sweet Jesus!!//
Orlando yelped, twisted under Urban's mouth, twinges of fire shooting
through his chest and into his stomach, coiling there. Breath
catching as fingers replaced lips and pain added to pleasure. And
then started over again, only this time the burn of Urban's fingers
pinched and relentless stayed, crossed with the sensation of Urban's
mouth on the other side of his chest.
This was going to drive Orlando *mad.* He bucked, knees bending,
hands coming unplaced again -- reaching for Urban's head, shoulders,
pulling, wanting that mouth on his, needing.
~~~~~~
And, when the other nipple was a nub, finger and thumb grasped it as hard as the other and lips trailed back to the middle as holding clamps became twisting and pushing instruments of pleasure mixed pain and delight and…
//Bloody hands again!//
“Oh but you are a disobedient one this morning aren’t you my Princeling!” Twin hands were yanked off, returned to pillow with a scowl and a moan from the lungs below him and Karl just stared. Stared and tried to make his mind up. “Now…should I hold these here and carry on one handed…only half the fun you know. Or…do you think you can possibly manage to keep them still as asked. Or…”
And he grinned, and got up from the bed, and walked calmly, naked and proud with his cock hard and springing out in front of him to the wardrobe, he opened, reached in with a devilish stare and pulled out a tie, silky, supple and quite soft, and very very useful, so Karl thought right now, though he’d never thought it before, for tying errant young men to the metal bedstead with.
“Or am I going to have to tie you down after all? If you don’t heed my warnings it’s not my fault! What do you think Orlando?” He finished, kneeling up on the edge of the bed, playing with the tie, feeling it’s strength between his fingers but looking straight at his exquisite new lover.
~~~~~~
Orlando's eyes locked, wide and dark, on the tie in Urban's hands.
For fuck's sake, this sort of thing happened in bad movies, not in
real life! And something about the thought of being tied down,
unable to move and at Urban's mercy, was terrifying.
...and Orlando was going to, for the moment, ignore the dull
throbbing starting in his groin, thank you very much.
Fuck. "Yes," Orlando said, the word grating discordant. Frowned,
licked his lips. Tore his eyes from the tie and looked up to
Urban. "No, I mean. I don't..." Voice broke, and he winced,
tasting blood, throat burning. //Fuck me, can't *talk*...//
~~~~~~
//I think I wore his brain out!//
Fingers slid from fabric to be left where it dropped and hands reached to nightstand, to water and glass and then to Orlando’s back, propping him up and sliding glass to lips, tipping as more was gulped and a light kiss was pressed to the forehead. A grin as water was downed and throat relieved and Karl leant Orlando back to the pillows and kissed him gently.
Lips soothed away worries and fears and blotted out the outside world and everything apart from one single fact. “I will never harm you Orlando. I vowed that last night and I don’t go back on promises.” //Well, maybe this is a time for small talk after all.//
“One thing Orlando. One word, which you must remember from last night. One word, which I will hold to you as, you will to me. Tell me Orlando.”
//Mine…remember…I won you…//
“What are you Orlando?”
//Yours...say it…believe it…//
~~~~~~
Orlando blinked, stared at Urban, lost. What sort of question was
*that*? He was *lots* of things! He was an actor. He was a
trendsetter-thank-you-very-much. He was very sore, and also
uncomfortably hard. He was Urban's current goddamn fling.
//Christ, Urban. One moment you can be such a little fuck, and then
suddenly you're all caring, and I swear, you go from burning to
chatty in five-point-two. Has to be some kind of record...//
Wait. Wait -- Urban had said 'remember from last night,' said it was
one word.
Oh, shit. *That.*
Clenched his jaw, took a deep breath, heart sinking. Would be damned
if he let it show, though.
"Fine," Orlando said, voice still rough but better for the water. He
would've sat up, but the ache in…certain places vital to sitting
wasn't going to cooperate. Savagely elbowed the pillow up behind him
and settled for leaning against the headboard, arms crossed.
"Fine. You want to talk, let's fucking *talk,* then."
tbc…
Title: Party Animal 22/26
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 //…//
‘Don't get me wrong, I'll be strong
When the slowburn sunset come along
You've gotta stay the night
I gotta think that you might.’
Peter Gabriel: Slowburn.
Bewilderment flitted across Karl’s eyes for all of about 5 seconds as Orlando obviously debated the question. But then he never actually answered it, just started going off on one about talking and…
//Hey! Where the Fuck did that come from? One second he was all ‘please fuck me’ and then he’s cross as hell and blocking me! Jesus!// Karl sat back on his knees as he dropped the tie to the floor, one knee pressing into Orlando’s side as he tried to ignore the ache in his groin that needed to be sated.
“Fine we can *talk*. What would you like to talk about, how lovely the dawn is this morning? How much you like my bike? How you’d like you toast when I cook us brekkie later? What? What did you want to talk about Lando?”
//Just don’t say you want out because I don’t think my heart could take it if you did.//
~~~~~~
Jesus Christ. If he wanted to have the morning-after talk, he was
going to have the fucking morning-after talk! Orlando couldn't take
the strain of waiting for it anymore.
"You're the one who said we were going to talk in the morning,"
Orlando snapped, "and, well, guess what -- its morning." He glared
out the window, face turned away from Urban.
"Here," he said, not pausing. "You seem to need help. How about 'it
was just a casual fuck,' or maybe 'it didn't mean anything.' Or 'it
was a one-night stand.'" He ticked each one off on his fingers. "We
can't do this -- oh, here, this is a good one -- 'we can't do this
for the sake of the *movie.*' That one's always fantastic. And
then, finally, there's my personal favourite, 'let's just be
friends.' There are others, but I think that's enough to get you
started."
Orlando took a quick breath, pushed on. Didn't want to hear which
one Urban would pick. "And don't expect me to fucking uncross my
legs again for you this morning just because you offered to make me
breakfast, or because you carried me to the shower last night, or
because you know how to kiss me like you actually fucking care about
me, or--"
Orlando stopped, made himself stop. Stared out the window, didn't
move. Was painfully aware of Urban's knee against his ribs -- the
only part of Urban touching him.
//Or because I think I fucking love you, you bastard.//
~~~~~~
Karl tried to interrupt the tirade of words that flew from Orlando’s mouth, tried to say,
“No I.........but...I wouldn’t........and I do....and...” He gave up and sighed and waited painfully with a broken chest and pained lungs from lack of oxygen, just waited till the words dried up and stopped.
He flickered his lashes and reached out an arm and fingers found grasp on chin and turned and felt the pain and mentally slapped himself for his stupidity and brow creased and shoulders slumped as he started to talk, calmly and sincerely and trying to convey all else he could through suddenly cloudy eyes,
“I didn’t mean that kind of talk I meant a ‘where do we go from here talk’ I meant ‘I’m glad I finally found you’ and ‘Where have you been all my life’. And the reason I kiss you like I care is because I’m suddenly finding that I do. And I’m hoping against all odds that you might just possibly do too. Mine Orlando. That’s what you are. You are mine, and I’ll never let you go and I’ll never let anyone hurt you. And this is so much more than a one night stand that it’s scaring the hell out of me.”
~~~~~~
Sharp tingle, running down Orlando's spine. No breath, no words, no
thought for an instant; the feeling of Urban's fingers on his jaw,
warm and solid. Real.
This was really happening.
"Oh," he said quietly. Pause, and then he exhaled hard, air falling
out of him all at once. Christ.
*Christ.*
Closed his eyes against Urban's, against the heat and the sincerity
and the question behind the dark lashes. Didn't pull away, let
Urban's hand stay there. Distracting -- skin on skin, only a little,
but enough to make Orlando shiver. He couldn't think.
This was for real. It wasn't just some one-night thing. It wasn't
just a bet, or... Or -- *whatever.* It was a *thousand* times more
than a one-night stand -- Urban had said so.
Unshakable Urban, who said he was scared.
Scared because of Orlando.
Oh. *Wow.*
"Yours," Orlando said. Took a breath, opened his eyes, put his hand
over Urban's. And it felt like he was making a vow, swearing against
something holy, giving something away and taking something back.
Felt like this was something vitally important.
It was just a word, Orlando's mind said coolly, and words didn't mean
much at all, could be bent and warped and forgotten. He knew it was
just a word--
But his heart knew differently.
"I'm yours."
tbc…
Title: Party Animal 23/26
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 //…//
‘Through broken eyes and contact lenses
Watched you draw your future tenses
See kisses of flame blow out of your lips
You're back telling me your Apocalypse.’
Peter Gabriel: Slowburn.
“Yes…” A breath passed lips that felt parched, came from hollow lungs that were just remembering their job again “Yes…Mine…Always mine…” An almost anguished vow.
And he took.
Hand pulled chin, met halfway, lips locked in solid kisses giving way to more and further, intense and scorching and burning their way into Karl’s brain, fire rained over his body as he pulled Orlando up so they knelt body to body on the bed, like a couple in prayer. “Oh God yes…” Was their chant and reply and their holy promise to each other was “Never leave, Stay, Mine, Yours, Forever…”
Skin burned up, fingers and nails digging in, finding holds and pulling, pushing, tentative, always trying to find more, always trying to take what was theirs and give so much more in return. Lips glided against each other, encouraging and tasting and revelling. Bodies pushed so tight that nothing could get between them. Karl rocked his hips against Orlando’s, his groin swelling with fervour, his mind melting with the feelings each nerve ending and muscle pumped full of blood was sending it. His hands glided over back, soothed scars at base, held shoulders at top, smoothed skin in-between. And Karl’s head spun with lack of oxygen before he pulled away, pulled back to breathe again and hold still the captivating face before him.
“I will have you now…..if you will let me.”
~~~~~~
Orlando kissed, kissed like this was his last kiss ever, like he
would die of this. Kissed, lips and tongue giving and taking in
turns, hands pulling at Urban's shoulders, sliding up behind Urban's
neck and palms skating warm down Urban's back. Kissed, and followed
when Urban's hands led him, arched into Urban until chests collided
into heat and hips -- oh hips. Hips ground, *Urban's* hips, and
Orlando curved, met and arched into the friction. Would've gasped if
he could breathe; moaned, instead, into the kiss that was making his
head swim, the kiss to end all kisses. The kiss making Orlando's
chest tingle from lack of air--
And it broke. Urban pulled away, and Orlando's eyes opened in slow
motion. He could feel the oxygen rush through his blood, into every
part of him. *Every* part of him. Christ. Steaming curl of desire,
weaving itself through his ribcage and settling in his chest.
And when his eyes finally unclosed all the way, Orlando couldn't
see. Was still dizzy, still breathing in shallow little gasps.
Amazed; shocked, and euphoric. Couldn't see--
Not anything but Urban.
Orlando smiled in spite of lungs that wouldn't quite open all the way
and fingertips that still tingled. No, not in spite -- he smiled
*because* of it, all of it. Because of Urban--
//Christ, do I even remember his first name?//
--but no, there were more pressing matters to address just now.
*Much* more pressing matters. Orlando pushed himself up against
Urban, cocks sliding and stomachs meeting, hands pulling, needy and
personal, on the small of Urban's back. "*Please,*" Orlando
murmured, voice husky, looking up at Urban through lowered lashes.
~~~~~~
“Well then…seeing as you ask so very nicely…”
Karl leaned in again to kiss those gently asking lips, but this time with more love than passion. He felt a stirring in more than his groin but then the taste of Orlando wiped out everything else. Gently lowering him back to the bed he pulled his lips off, gazed down at this new one, this One. That had obsessed his mind from the first moments their eyes met. That he now owned with heart and soul and body. And that he wanted and craved and had to have. And had to have *now*.
Lips pulled from lips, breath sucking in and Karl reached over to a drawer, pulled out a bottle of vanilla scented lube which he positioned on Orlando’s flat stomach as he moved back over and pulled both legs up, spread Orlando open and wide, put hands under kneecaps and pushed the legs up till one was pushed against chest and the other over his shoulder. //Ripe for the taking.//
He held the one leg close to chest as the other hand popped the cap and squeezed cold gel over Orlando’s now prone hole. “You look amazing like this Orlando. You make me ache so much, make me ache to take you.” He stated simply, and it was the truth, in a voice so low as to almost be a growl.
And as he was talking one finger found itself slickly being drawn inside by the tight ring of muscle. It was imbedded deep before Karl pulled it out, knowing the lovely looking plaything would be slightly sore from the night before Karl vowed to himself he would take this as slow as he could. As slow as he could before the young man drove him insane and he had to…
//No…don’t think of that, just one finger, concentrate on one, gorgeously hot, totally lost finger…//
The finger pushed back in, out again and circled around, then dipped inwards just the tip, curling so muscle was caught in curve and hole pulled open, around and back, and then in again but this time joined by another. And in, out, pushing Orlando to limits he never even knew existed, over and over and on and on…
And stopped.
tbc…
The last three parts (including the two never before posted parts) will be up in the next day or two... Oh how I love to keep you waiting *sniggers*