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Fic: Party Animal 21/? Karl/Orlando - NC17
Title: Party Animal 21/?
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 ‘*…*’
‘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 leather 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…
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 ‘*…*’
‘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 leather 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…