Fic: Party Animal 23/? Karl/Orlando - NC17

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Title: Party Animal 23/?
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 ‘*…*’



‘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 know 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…