Pens and T-Shirts
Title: Pens and T-shirts
Rating: NC-17
Bingo: Kink, Oral fixation.
Warnings: Bondage, RPS
Disclaimer: I don’t own nor am I Karl Urban or Chris Pine
Summary: Karl just can’t take it anymore.
A/N: Thanks to jlh for betaing this for me. Written for kinder_jedi for reading over stuff for me a lot lately.
Karl knew that Chris didn’t do it on purpose. It was just something he did when he was thinking hard. And hard was what it made Karl. Of course, Chris had no idea how it affected anyone.
Karl relaxed into the chair and took in the very familiar scene. Chris was writing in his journal, sitting out in the sun, and every so often, the pen would creep up to between Chris’ lips and Chris nibbled on it. Eventually the writers block or whatever had caused the pause and pondering look would pass, and the pen would come out, and Chris would lick his lips, pursing them in concentration as he scribbled away furiously, until the entire process would happen again. The pen would go in, be nibbled at and then his lips would be licked shiny again.
Karl knew it wasn’t even something he did when there was company. The house was littered with Bic pens, teeth marks nibbled in, caps well lost. It was hard to find a pen in the house that wasn’t marked up, unless Karl managed to find a pen from a brand new pack. And it carried over into Chris’ trailer, around set, anywhere Chris was there was a trail of nibbled pens not to mention Karl taking cold showers. Chris always had a half-filled journal around and there was just something about Chris, folded into whatever chair he was sitting in, journal being scribbled in and Chris’ damned cycle, making his lips so shiny and his pens ruined.
Karl’s favorite incident in his mental photo album was when Chris was sitting curled in the Captain’s chair on set, in makeup, and writing at the damned journals he never let anyone see. Chris’ hair had been messed up from the fight scene, and he just looked like ten miles of bad road. This contrasted with the serious English major expression which made Karl had just wanted to pounce him and kiss the serious out of him.
Although right now really wasn’t bad. The sun was shining through the leaves, causing odd shadows all over Chris, in his white shirt and beat up jeans. Chris’ thick black glasses were perched on his nose, and the outside world provided a nice contrast, as Chris curled up in the chair on the balcony. Occasionally Chris was changing up his pattern by taking a sip of coffee, and letting out the occasional pleased sigh.
Karl couldn’t handle it any longer. He strode over to Chris, and took the journal, closing it, using the goddamned pen to mark his spot. He lifted Chris up, bringing their lips together, kissing him hard. Karl thought Chris looked so fucking sexy. He invaded Chris mouth, licking up every taste of coffee as expensive as a movie ticket until he could taste the pure Chris essence. Chris’ hands clutched his shirt, happily, pulling him closer.
Eventually though, air became a serious issue. Karl pulled back just enough to grab oxygen. Damned air, damn his inability to breathe through his nose during kissing. He rested his forehead against Chris’, panting slightly, noting he’d ripped Chris’s shirt a bit.
Chris’ pupils were blown, his eyes wide but a mischievous smile was curving his lips. “What took you so long?”
Karl laughed and kissed him again for that cheek, hitching Chris up for better access, his hands scrabbling to remove that white t-shirt. Luckily it was one of the ones that was so threadbare it just tore right off. He didn’t even have to pull it off over Chris’ head, and release those awesome lips of Chris’. Chris made a muffled protest at feeling the shirt rip the rest of the way apart but he just pressed closer so Karl figured there wasn’t too big a problem.
He pulled Chris inside the house, and pushed him onto the bed where Chris bounced slightly and posed suggestively for Karl. Karl yanked off his shirt and slid onto the bed, pressing Chris into the bed. Chris wriggled under him, moaning when he realised he couldn’t move. Karl had him well and truly pinned and he had no intention of letting Chris up until he was well and truly fucked. From the writhing, Chris didn’t seem to have any problem with that either.
Using the last of Chris’ own shirt, he tied Chris to the headboard and admired the effect. It was a nice view after all. “Tell me you want this.”
“I’ve been wondering how long it’d take you,” Chris answered immediately as he undulated his hips suggestively.
“Going to take you now,” Karl couldn’t resist a little bit of a pun as he kissed Chris again. Chris met him eagerly, whining a bit at not being able to move his arms. Karl liked it though. Let him explore Chris at his leisure, and to be honest? If Chris was able to touch, this would be over far to fast for Karl. He wanted to find every spot on Chris that made him scream and do that over and over again, slow and easy. They had all afternoon, and no events in the evening either.
He sat up a bit to look Chris over. Sure he’d seen Chris half unclothed before, but not in bed, awaiting Karl’s hands, mouth on him. Chris was damned sexy, from the tips of his mussed up hair, down through to the ridiculous thick black glasses that Karl was definitely leaving on, to his fishbelly white torso, just begging to be decorated by Karl.
Chris growled at him, and Karl realized he’d left his admiring a bit too long for Chris’ taste. “So impatient. Christopher.”
“Been waiting for this for a long time, Urban,” Chris responded. Karl could tell though, that he liked how Karl said his name. Karl observed yet again how Yanks were always sluts for an accent.
He leaned down and nibbled at Chris’ gorgeous smallish ears. They were perfectly shaped, and didn’t stick out but they were small in proportion to the rest of Chris’ body. He wasn’t making any marks just yet. Didn’t think the damned paps deserved to know Chris was getting some. Just making his Chris writhe. His Chris? He thought about it for a moment. Yeah, that sounded just about right to him.
Eventually he teased his way up to Chris’ wrist, sucking at Chris’ pulse point. He loved how Chris jumped and moaned at that. Few people ever tried the arms when they were playing, but Karl had found it was a very sensitive place, especially when someone was tied up. He groaned when Chris took his leaned up position to mean that Karl wanted his nipples sucked.Karl didn’t move however, until they were almost a bit too sensitive, and then he just moved back down and kissed his orally fixated partner. Chris just smiled through the kiss and Karl felt it. This wasn’t just going to be sexy, but fun as well which Karl thought was awesome.
Moving down, Karl did start leaving a trail of marks since they would be covered up unless Chris wanted to show them off. Combining stubble burn, and bites, he worked along Chris’ torso, until Chris was writhing and making begging sounds. Karl grinned at reducing his erudite lover to this, Then Karl worked his pants off carefully, as Chris was already hard beneat and leaking pre-come. He was thrusting up at Karl wantonly. Karl could hardly resist taking a lick at Chris but Karl wanted more, so he settled for kissing the hollow of Chris’ hip right next to his cock, and sat up a little to rummage in Chris’ beside drawer hoping Chris kept-- there it was. Lube and condoms.
Chris’ eyes grew wide at them coming out and he nodded eagerly. “Please...”
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you,” Karl rumbled as he drizzled the lube over his fingers, watching Chris’s reactions. Didn’t want to hurt him after all, and he didn’t know how long Chris had been without. He stretched him slowly, leisurely, jerking him off just a little to take Chris’ mind off the invading digits and find out just how sensitive Chris really was by now. Karl mentally high-fived himself for that. Fuck Chris was gorgeous, his pupils so wide they almost overtook the blue irises. Karl wanted to remember this forever. He barely took a moment to slide the condom on, before making sure Chris was good and slick inside, and pushing in carefully. Well, he tried to be careful but Chris seemed to have other ideas as he pushed down fast, groaning at the stretch. Karl shook his head at the impatience, and stayed still to let his impetuous partner get used to it, before thrusting into Chris again. He murmured praises to Chris, how good he felt wrapped around Karl’s member, how tight, hot, wonderful.
Chris met him thrust for thrust, trying to speed it up until Karl just caught hold of Chris’ hips and set up a punishing pace that finally had Chris coming hard, moaning out loud, and fluttering around Karl. A few more thrusts and Karl was coming too, collapsing sideways, almost bonelessly, and undoing the mess of Chris’ t-shirt securing Chris to the bed. Chris lay there panting for a few moments, and then rolled over to nestle up against Karl, pressing kisses to Karl’s chest. Karl ran his fingers through Chris’ short hair and sighed contentedly.
“Need to buy new pens,” Chris murmured. Karl snorted and aimed a swat at Chris ass that had him wriggling.
“Menace,” Karl mumbled back.
Rating: NC-17
Bingo: Kink, Oral fixation.
Warnings: Bondage, RPS
Disclaimer: I don’t own nor am I Karl Urban or Chris Pine
Summary: Karl just can’t take it anymore.
A/N: Thanks to jlh for betaing this for me. Written for kinder_jedi for reading over stuff for me a lot lately.
Karl knew that Chris didn’t do it on purpose. It was just something he did when he was thinking hard. And hard was what it made Karl. Of course, Chris had no idea how it affected anyone.
Karl relaxed into the chair and took in the very familiar scene. Chris was writing in his journal, sitting out in the sun, and every so often, the pen would creep up to between Chris’ lips and Chris nibbled on it. Eventually the writers block or whatever had caused the pause and pondering look would pass, and the pen would come out, and Chris would lick his lips, pursing them in concentration as he scribbled away furiously, until the entire process would happen again. The pen would go in, be nibbled at and then his lips would be licked shiny again.
Karl knew it wasn’t even something he did when there was company. The house was littered with Bic pens, teeth marks nibbled in, caps well lost. It was hard to find a pen in the house that wasn’t marked up, unless Karl managed to find a pen from a brand new pack. And it carried over into Chris’ trailer, around set, anywhere Chris was there was a trail of nibbled pens not to mention Karl taking cold showers. Chris always had a half-filled journal around and there was just something about Chris, folded into whatever chair he was sitting in, journal being scribbled in and Chris’ damned cycle, making his lips so shiny and his pens ruined.
Karl’s favorite incident in his mental photo album was when Chris was sitting curled in the Captain’s chair on set, in makeup, and writing at the damned journals he never let anyone see. Chris’ hair had been messed up from the fight scene, and he just looked like ten miles of bad road. This contrasted with the serious English major expression which made Karl had just wanted to pounce him and kiss the serious out of him.
Although right now really wasn’t bad. The sun was shining through the leaves, causing odd shadows all over Chris, in his white shirt and beat up jeans. Chris’ thick black glasses were perched on his nose, and the outside world provided a nice contrast, as Chris curled up in the chair on the balcony. Occasionally Chris was changing up his pattern by taking a sip of coffee, and letting out the occasional pleased sigh.
Karl couldn’t handle it any longer. He strode over to Chris, and took the journal, closing it, using the goddamned pen to mark his spot. He lifted Chris up, bringing their lips together, kissing him hard. Karl thought Chris looked so fucking sexy. He invaded Chris mouth, licking up every taste of coffee as expensive as a movie ticket until he could taste the pure Chris essence. Chris’ hands clutched his shirt, happily, pulling him closer.
Eventually though, air became a serious issue. Karl pulled back just enough to grab oxygen. Damned air, damn his inability to breathe through his nose during kissing. He rested his forehead against Chris’, panting slightly, noting he’d ripped Chris’s shirt a bit.
Chris’ pupils were blown, his eyes wide but a mischievous smile was curving his lips. “What took you so long?”
Karl laughed and kissed him again for that cheek, hitching Chris up for better access, his hands scrabbling to remove that white t-shirt. Luckily it was one of the ones that was so threadbare it just tore right off. He didn’t even have to pull it off over Chris’ head, and release those awesome lips of Chris’. Chris made a muffled protest at feeling the shirt rip the rest of the way apart but he just pressed closer so Karl figured there wasn’t too big a problem.
He pulled Chris inside the house, and pushed him onto the bed where Chris bounced slightly and posed suggestively for Karl. Karl yanked off his shirt and slid onto the bed, pressing Chris into the bed. Chris wriggled under him, moaning when he realised he couldn’t move. Karl had him well and truly pinned and he had no intention of letting Chris up until he was well and truly fucked. From the writhing, Chris didn’t seem to have any problem with that either.
Using the last of Chris’ own shirt, he tied Chris to the headboard and admired the effect. It was a nice view after all. “Tell me you want this.”
“I’ve been wondering how long it’d take you,” Chris answered immediately as he undulated his hips suggestively.
“Going to take you now,” Karl couldn’t resist a little bit of a pun as he kissed Chris again. Chris met him eagerly, whining a bit at not being able to move his arms. Karl liked it though. Let him explore Chris at his leisure, and to be honest? If Chris was able to touch, this would be over far to fast for Karl. He wanted to find every spot on Chris that made him scream and do that over and over again, slow and easy. They had all afternoon, and no events in the evening either.
He sat up a bit to look Chris over. Sure he’d seen Chris half unclothed before, but not in bed, awaiting Karl’s hands, mouth on him. Chris was damned sexy, from the tips of his mussed up hair, down through to the ridiculous thick black glasses that Karl was definitely leaving on, to his fishbelly white torso, just begging to be decorated by Karl.
Chris growled at him, and Karl realized he’d left his admiring a bit too long for Chris’ taste. “So impatient. Christopher.”
“Been waiting for this for a long time, Urban,” Chris responded. Karl could tell though, that he liked how Karl said his name. Karl observed yet again how Yanks were always sluts for an accent.
He leaned down and nibbled at Chris’ gorgeous smallish ears. They were perfectly shaped, and didn’t stick out but they were small in proportion to the rest of Chris’ body. He wasn’t making any marks just yet. Didn’t think the damned paps deserved to know Chris was getting some. Just making his Chris writhe. His Chris? He thought about it for a moment. Yeah, that sounded just about right to him.
Eventually he teased his way up to Chris’ wrist, sucking at Chris’ pulse point. He loved how Chris jumped and moaned at that. Few people ever tried the arms when they were playing, but Karl had found it was a very sensitive place, especially when someone was tied up. He groaned when Chris took his leaned up position to mean that Karl wanted his nipples sucked.Karl didn’t move however, until they were almost a bit too sensitive, and then he just moved back down and kissed his orally fixated partner. Chris just smiled through the kiss and Karl felt it. This wasn’t just going to be sexy, but fun as well which Karl thought was awesome.
Moving down, Karl did start leaving a trail of marks since they would be covered up unless Chris wanted to show them off. Combining stubble burn, and bites, he worked along Chris’ torso, until Chris was writhing and making begging sounds. Karl grinned at reducing his erudite lover to this, Then Karl worked his pants off carefully, as Chris was already hard beneat and leaking pre-come. He was thrusting up at Karl wantonly. Karl could hardly resist taking a lick at Chris but Karl wanted more, so he settled for kissing the hollow of Chris’ hip right next to his cock, and sat up a little to rummage in Chris’ beside drawer hoping Chris kept-- there it was. Lube and condoms.
Chris’ eyes grew wide at them coming out and he nodded eagerly. “Please...”
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you,” Karl rumbled as he drizzled the lube over his fingers, watching Chris’s reactions. Didn’t want to hurt him after all, and he didn’t know how long Chris had been without. He stretched him slowly, leisurely, jerking him off just a little to take Chris’ mind off the invading digits and find out just how sensitive Chris really was by now. Karl mentally high-fived himself for that. Fuck Chris was gorgeous, his pupils so wide they almost overtook the blue irises. Karl wanted to remember this forever. He barely took a moment to slide the condom on, before making sure Chris was good and slick inside, and pushing in carefully. Well, he tried to be careful but Chris seemed to have other ideas as he pushed down fast, groaning at the stretch. Karl shook his head at the impatience, and stayed still to let his impetuous partner get used to it, before thrusting into Chris again. He murmured praises to Chris, how good he felt wrapped around Karl’s member, how tight, hot, wonderful.
Chris met him thrust for thrust, trying to speed it up until Karl just caught hold of Chris’ hips and set up a punishing pace that finally had Chris coming hard, moaning out loud, and fluttering around Karl. A few more thrusts and Karl was coming too, collapsing sideways, almost bonelessly, and undoing the mess of Chris’ t-shirt securing Chris to the bed. Chris lay there panting for a few moments, and then rolled over to nestle up against Karl, pressing kisses to Karl’s chest. Karl ran his fingers through Chris’ short hair and sighed contentedly.
“Need to buy new pens,” Chris murmured. Karl snorted and aimed a swat at Chris ass that had him wriggling.
“Menace,” Karl mumbled back.