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Title: Party Animal 22/?
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 ‘*…*’
‘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 -- it's 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…
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 ‘*…*’
‘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 -- it's 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…