Fic: Party Animal 20/? Karl/Orlando - R

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Title: Party Animal 20/?
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: NC17
Archive: Beyond the Fellowship and http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nix@nixxie.co.uk + seans_muse@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: If PJ ever threw a party like this we’re sure Orlando and Karl never did this…though if they did why weren’t we given invites?
Warnings: Real Person Slash – meaning these are based on real people, whether they really do this stuff is up to them... but if they want to share I’d not say no to a nice seat nearby and a bucket of popcorn.
Authors notes: This is written as part of a RPG. Orlando belongs to Chelle and Karl belongs to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the other. Written in third person with thoughts as ‘//...//’ And emphasis as ‘*…*’



‘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 he owes me money! He’s definitely not going anywhere!//

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 a 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…