FIC: Fractured - 1/2, NC17, KU/OB (KU/HS, OB/VM), Lotrips
Title: Fractured (Part 1)
Authors: idiosyncratic & azewewish
Pairing: Karl Urban/Orlando Bloom (Karl Urban/Harry Sinclair, Orlando Bloom/Viggo Mortensen)
Rating: NC17
Summary: Need finally outweighs consequence
Disclaimer: Um...no. And, um...no. Never happened.
Author's Notes: Yes, Brenda is evil. Jo loves her anyway. Inspired in part, by Cas' wonderful "Where We Are" fic series & a discussion about different OTPs with Lobelia from a long time back. Song lyrics by Nine Inch Nails
"What's the price I pay
I don't care what they say"
Orlando dropped gracefully to his knees, licked his lips. "We shouldn't be..."
"No, we shouldn't," Karl agreed, sinking his hands into the stubbled mohawk of Orlando's hair. Brown eyes wide with unsated lust gazed up at Karl.
"I don't care."
"Me neither."
The next thing Karl knew, Orlando had his jeans unzipped and was taking his cock deep in his throat.
Christ...Karl thought he might have gasped. His fingers flexed, felt the short strands shift under, over, around them. Wet heat surrounded him, tugged at his senses, and all he could do was drop his head to his chest and watch Orlando through heavy lidded eyes, watch his length disappear between pink lips.
Orlando worked his cock like he owned it, like he'd been sucking on it for a thousand years, would continue to suck it for a thousand more. Sucked him deep and hard, like he'd been waiting his whole life to go down on Karl, to taste him, tease him. Licked the head like an ice cream cone, surrounded Karl in so much heat and wet friction that his knees buckled, threatened to give out. Wrong, all of it, so fucking wrong...
"Fuck..." Karl tried to breathe, tried to stand, ended up leaning back against the wall, one hand flung out to keep his balance, the other still cupping Orlando's head. Hazel eyes closed fully, even white teeth worried his bottom lip, and Karl let out a soft moan. It was wrong...completely, utterly, supremely wrong. But fuck all...it felt good, felt right, and Karl opened his eyes once more to look down at Orlando on his knees, found Orlando looking back up at him through impossibly thick lashes as he sucked Karl's cock deep in his throat. This was, quite possibly, the most erotic sight on the fucking planet. Karl had dreamed about this so long, wanted this only in his darkest fantasies, hadn't allowed himself any more thought than that. The reality shattered everything--every notion of right and wrong, every thought Karl had of love and want, every need Karl had thought only Harry could satisfy.
Karl found himself chanting Orlando's name in a soft litany as he felt slender fingers slide inside his jeans and massage his balls. Orlando's eyes still stared up at him, Orlando's tongue still curled and twisted around his cock with each bob of that curly head. He kept his eyes locked with Orlando's, hips moving in small thrusts as he felt the tension build, felt the sweet ache start low in his groin, felt his orgasm rocketing towards him with a speed that surprised him.
He tried to hold back, tried to make time stop, didn't want this to end, didn't want to come. Coming would mean questions, recriminations, regret...and Karl had no regret in him. All he had was a bone-deep hunger that only Orlando's soft tongue and calloused hands could satisfy. When he finally did come, he came hard, cried out Orlando's name brokenly, pressed into the wall so hard he became a part of the paneling, part of the wood. His nails dug deep into Orlando's scalp as his world...and all of his dreams...fractured to dust inside Orlando's mouth.
Karl sucked air into his heaving lungs, leaned against the wall, body shaking, legs trembling. "Jesus," he murmured when he trusted himself to speak again, opening his eyes to see Orlando slowly standing, dragging that leanly muscled body up across Karl's crotch, stomach, chest.
"Thank you." Murmured words cresting across his vulnerable skin, breathed on his neck in sacrilegious benediction. "Want to taste how we are together?"
Karl nodded, ran his tongue across dry lips. "Please..."
Orlando ran his tongue along the parted seam of Karl's lips, and Karl tasted himself blended with the mysterious, dark flavor of Orlando...a taste potent enough to have him leaning into Orlando's lips with a reckless yearning. Fuck it...he'd deal with all of the messy consequences tomorrow.
His hands came up, slid across shorn hair once more as Orlando's tongue slid into his mouth, curling over and around his own. Hands drifted up his sides, burning him through his shirt, moving up to slide behind his neck and pull him closer, deeper into a kiss that had their bodies straining against each other.
"Fucking hell..." Orlando panted, tearing their lips apart, resting his forehead against Karl's. "Too much..."
"Way too much," Karl agreed, his fingers stroking across Orlando's scalp.
"I should go." Orlando didn't move, only butted his head against Karl's hand for more.
"Yes, you should." Karl knew it was true, knew the longer Orlando stayed there with him, the higher the risk became. But his fingers continued to move through spiky hair, continued to stroke against Orlando's scalp with feather-light touches.
"Do you want me to?"
"No," Karl whispered, unable to speak any louder as Orlando's eyes looked deep into his and a single finger came up to trace his cheekbone.
"Do you want me to stay?" Orlando fanned his hand out, framed the side of Karl's face with gentle fingers.
"Yes," Karl said, voice just a bit louder this time, head tilting into Orlando's palm, eyes drifting half closed.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Orlando asked, brushing his chest across Karl's in a sweeping, heavy movement.
Karl closed his eyes, swallowed, took several deep breaths. Then his eyes opened to find Orlando's once more. "Do you?"
"Not really." The words were trailed along Karl's chin. "They don't exist right now."
"No, they don't." Karl knew exactly who 'they' were. Of course he did. They both knew. One hand slid down Orlando's spine to settle in the small of his back and pull him a little closer.
"Then take me." Slender fingers twisted in Karl's hair as Orlando kissed him violently. "Hard and all night...don't stop until I'm drowning in your scent, your come, your body."
Karl didn't pause to ask if Orlando was sure, didn't hesitate as he shoved Orlando back towards the sofa, his hands tearing at the thin t-shirt covering Orlando's chest. He wanted naked. Now. Didn't need to be told twice. He groaned as sharp teeth closed over his bottom lip, groaned again when a soft tongue swept out to ease the sting.
Orlando twisted around him, all sinuous grace, raking his nails up Karl's spine, dragging Karl's shirt over his head. "Fuck me, Karl," Orlando rasped, squeezing nimble fingers around Karl's erection.
"I'm going to," Karl said, voice a low growl against Orlando's throat. Orlando's shirt flew across the room, and Karl's hands settled at his waist to unbutton jeans and shove them down over slim hips. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't stand up. Then I'm going to fuck you some more."
"I want to bleed you."
Ah Jesus Christ...Karl couldn't contain the ravenous beast clawing at him, stopped trying. Teeth marked, bit, tore at soft skin, raked over firm muscle as Karl pinned Orlando into the sofa, trapped him. "Wait right here."
Orlando leaned up, bruised Karl's lips with his own. "Hurry."
Karl stalked to the bedroom, slapped the door open, ignored the clothes scattered across the floor. If he looked at them, he'd see, and then... Well... Without pausing, he snatched up a bottle of lube, returned to the living room. And froze.
Orlando was sprawled on his back, one foot on the floor, one foot pulled up on the sofa. His hand was curled around his cock, moving in long, rough strokes. Head thrown back, mouth open a little, eyes closed, he was the hottest looking thing Karl had ever seen.
"What do you think you're doing?" Karl's voice was soft as he moved to the sofa, eyes raking Orlando's slender body from head to toe.
Soft brown eyes fluttered open, and Orlando gave Karl a lazy grin promising every dark fantasy Karl had ever dreamed. And the hands stroking Orlando's cock continued their rough, steady pace. "Fucking myself for you."
"Oh, really?" Karl grinned down at Orlando, settled to his knees on the sofa between Orlando's spread thighs. He watched for a moment, then reached out to curl his hand over Orlando's, moving with him as his other hand fumbled with the lube. "Mind if I help?"
Orlando's breath hitched, his back arched. "Please..."
Karl got the lube open, squeezed some out, his hand continuing to guide Orlando's. He leaned forward, licked a path up Orlando's chest, flicked his tongue across a pebbled nipple...then bit down as he pushed two fingers inside Orlando's tight opening. Orlando wanted it rough? Fine. Karl was more than willing to oblige him right now.
Orlando's broken moans were the sweetest of sounds, the body twisting against his the most decadent of temptations. And Karl had denied himself, denied them both, for far too long. Time to collect. He had to bite back his own scream when he slammed his cock inside Orlando's tight, willing ass, barely taking a moment to marvel at how well Orlando closed around him before pistoning his hips forward, sliding Orlando across the cushions.
"Fuck," Karl moaned, bit his lip, hands closing around Orlando's hips to yank him back into each thrust. The pace he set was hard and fast, almost brutal in its intensity. But it was perfect and what they both wanted. He watched Orlando writhe beneath him, admired the unleashed passion in those dark eyes, went willingly when Orlando's hands reached for him, yanked him down for a brutal kiss.
"Harder..."
Oh yeah, there would be hell to pay tomorrow...and Karl was willing to deal with all of it. As long as Orlando continued to thrust up into him, continued writhing against him. Karl slammed into willing flesh, brutalized Orlando's body with his hands, almost came when Orlando jerked hard on the back of his head, tearing out his hair in an effort to crawl inside Karl's mouth.
Fuck... Karl slid his tongue over, around Orlando's, fought him for dominance in the kiss, continued to pound into the tight ass around him. One hand slid over to curl around Orlando's cock, stroking roughly, squeezing, twisting. He could feel his orgasm approaching, wanted to bring Orlando off first, wanted to see Orlando lose control. Fuck the rest of it. Right here, right now were all that mattered. Watched in savage satisfaction as Orlando threw his head back, baring that perfect tanned throat as he came, jerking over Karl's hand, warm liquid gelling between his fingers.
When Orlando's body tightened around his cock, Karl almost lost it, managing to hang on to his control by the thinnest of threads. Another thrust, then another, and he groaned, back arching, muscles quivering, slamming deep into Orlando as his orgasm tore through him.
"I hope you're not done," Orlando gasped, tightening fingers across Karl's drenched back.
"Fuck no," Karl laughed, leaned down to claim swollen lips in yet another bruising kiss. Yes, there was definitely going to be hell to pay tomorrow. They'd take one look at the two of them and it would all be over. He grinned down at Orlando, flexed his hips just a bit. "I'm just getting started."
"Good."
***
"And I know it's not the right thing"
"Orlando, love...c'mere. I'd like you to meet Karl."
Another cast member...Eomer, if Orlando remembered it right. He hadn't met Eomer yet. Apparently, the guy playing him had been off doing another movie. Orlando smiled as he walked across the room to Viggo, caught sight of the tall, dark-haired man standing next to him. And his smile stumbled, faltered. Jesus...
"So you're the elf." Karl smiled and held out his hand. His fingers wrapped around Orlando's in a warm, firm grasp, and Orlando had to consciously think before he could speak. The jolt that tore through him at the slight press of his hand in Karl's had Orlando's smile falling completely. For one brief moment, he looked deep into hazel eyes...and the entire world was stripped away, leaving only him and this stranger...and the hunger that tore through him had him beyond scared.
"Nice to meet you," he finally got out.
"Yeah," Karl said, voice quiet, one corner of his mouth curving in a smile as he tilted his head and studied Orlando. His hand pulled away from Orlando's slowly, as if reluctant to release the contact. "Looking forward to working with you and everyone else."
"Karl, who's your friend?"
Orlando glanced up, startled, surprised to find himself still at Viggo's house in the middle of their party, surprised to see Viggo standing next to him, small smile still on his face. Watched as Karl was joined by another man...also tall and dark-haired, but older. Probably around Viggo's age. "Hi, I'm Harry," he said, sticking out a hand as the other moved around Karl's waist.
"Harry, this is Orlando Bloom," Karl replied, eyes still on Orlando, mouth still curved in a faint smile. He paid no outward attention to the arm around his waist, but his body leaned into it. "He's playing the elf."
"The Elf, you'll give him a complex," Viggo laughed, curling his hand around Orlando's.
"Hush, you." Orlando felt immediately better, once he felt the solid, comforting weight of Viggo's hand in his. He reached out, shook Harry's hand briefly. "Pleasure."
"Harry's playing Isildur."
"Is that right?" Orlando's smile was still open, still easy...but his eyes kept sliding to Harry's arm around Karl's waist.
"Yeah, his big 15 minutes of real fame." Karl was grinning, his voice teasing as he glanced at Harry.
"So says the man who wouldn't be in the movie if not for me," Harry shot back, laughing.
Karl just waved a hand and smirked. His expression sent a shiver racing through Orlando's body. "Peter would have still cast me," Karl said.
"I have a feeling there's a story here," Viggo replied, sipping his drink.
"I cast Karl as the lead in a film that we just finished," Harry began, arm tightening almost imperceptibly around Karl's waist.
"And he showed it to Peter, and Peter loved me," Karl broke in. Orlando almost choked on his laughter when Karl rolled his eyes and winked. "So now Harry likes to tell everyone that he got me cast as Eomer."
"Next time I'll remember to sleep with the director instead of my co-star," Orlando teased, squeezing his fingers around Viggo's. Karl met his grin, matched it...and time slowed, fractured again.
"Peter's already cast you," Viggo teased back, jolting Orlando to the present. What the fuck was happening to him?
"Lucky for us, I'd say," Karl murmured, still smiling. Orlando gave him a sharp glance, forcing his eyes not to skim to the arm around Karl's waist again. "You move like an elf."
"Don't think you'd want to sleep with the director on this one," Harry said, smirking when Orlando's eyes widened and Viggo sputtered with laughter.
"Ah, Harry, I think I'm going to like you," Viggo smiled.
Suddenly, it was all a bit much. Too many people, the noise was too much...Orlando just wanted some quiet. "I think I'm going to slip outside for a smoke," he said, and kissed Viggo's cheek. "It was nice meeting both of you. I'm sure we'll all be sick of each other before too long," he smiled, winking when Harry and Viggo laughed. He studiously avoided Karl's eyes as he walked away.
Karl watched Orlando leave, ignoring the joking that passed between Viggo and Harry. He watched, waited until Orlando had vanished through one of the doors leading to the backyard. Then he turned and smiled at Harry, lifting his empty bottle. "I'm going to get another beer. Be back in a bit."
Harry just nodded and squeezed Karl's hand before returning to his conversation with Viggo. Good enough. Karl knew Harry when he started talking...he'd be distracted until Karl returned and dragged him away. Palm still tingling from its brief contact with Orlando's, Karl wandered into the kitchen, retrieved a fresh beer, and walked outside.
He found Orlando at the edge of the darkened yard, calmly smoking, looking up at the night sky. "Beautiful, aren't they?" Orlando asked, without turning.
Karl looked up, taking a swallow of his beer. "They're pretty enough," he said, eyes shifting to watch as Orlando lifted the cigarette to his mouth, took a drag, tongue flicking across his lower lip before he exhaled.
"It's a different world out here. England seems very far away." Orlando finally turned a bit, and Karl's breath caught at the sight of a pure profile framed by moonlight.
"I imagine it does." Karl took a step closer, eyes tracing Orlando's features, bottle dangling loosely, forgotten, from one hand. "Must be hard for you to be so far away from home for so long."
"A bit yeah." Orlando turned fully to face him, a soft smile curving the corners of sharp cheekbones. "But it's a great adventure, you know?" He threw his cigarette down to his feet, crushed it, looking back up at Karl through lowered lashes. "Must be nice for you to have work so close to home."
"Yeah," Karl murmured, returning the smile. He saw a flash of something in Orlando's eyes, couldn't identify it, but his palm was tingling again. "A lot of my friends are working on this project. Pretty big break for everyone here."
Orlando nodded, newly shaven head gleaming in the silvery light. He looked a bit otherworldly...it was easy to see why PJ had cast him. "I've got to get back inside, play good host," Orlando said, that same small smile flitting across full lips. He started to walk past, body slightly brushing against Karl's.
Karl felt as if a bolt of lightning had slammed through him. He saw Orlando jerk, knew he'd felt the same. Without thinking, he reached out, hand curling around Orlando's forearm in a loose grip. "Surely he can do without you for a few more minutes."
Orlando looked down at Karl's hand for a long moment...and time dragged, crawled, ceased to be. Karl wasn't even aware he was holding his breath until Orlando looked up at him, lean body shifting a bit closer. "Alright."
One foot moved, stepping closer to Orlando, bringing their bodies in contact again. It wasn't much, just barely chests brushing together, but Karl noted that Orlando neither stepped back nor attempted to free his arm. His thumb rubbed smooth skin, his mind screamed at him. Shouldn't be doing this. Shouldn't be out here alone with Orlando. "Viggo's a lucky man," Karl said, voice soft. He leaned in just a bit, eyes fastened on Orlando's mouth.
"So is your Harry," Orlando answered, his voice thick, swaying into Karl.
"You think so?" Heat radiated from Orlando's body, soaking into Karl's. He leaned in more, his lips mere millimeters away from Orlando's, so close he could smell the faint tinge of smoke that still clung to Orlando's lips.
"Yeah..." A breathy sigh right up against Karl's lips, then they were touching...and it was like two live wires touching ends. The thunderbolt that crashed through him had him yanking Orlando to him, plundering that soft mouth with his tongue.
Fuck, but the kid could kiss. A slick tongue slid over and around Karl's, twisting and writhing and teasing. The last time Karl had been kissed like this had been...had been...damned if he could remember. This was lightning and thunder and gale force winds all wrapped up in one messy package that was pressed tight against Karl's body. He groaned, his hands lifting to cup Orlando's head, fingers gliding over a rough scalp.
Orlando's lithe body surged into his, slender fingers curved around his shoulders, and still the kiss continued as they changed angles, tried to crawl inside skin and bone. Karl was shaking, gasping, couldn't get enough of the taste of smoke and musk on his tongue. He plunged in again, needed more, got it when Orlando returned the kiss, bruised his shoulders with strong hands, tongue slippery and warm against his.
"Fuck," Karl murmured when they parted. His breathing sounded harsh to his ears, and Orlando's sounded no better. Sinfully dark eyes watched him through lowered lashes, fingers still gripped his shoulders, that wonderful, warm body still pressed against him. He watched Orlando watching him and wondered what Orlando's mouth would feel like on other parts of his body.
"That was..." Orlando leaned back up into him, licked along his chin with a soft tongue. Tiny shivers wracked Karl's body as he stood there, hoping...and damning himself for hoping.
"Yeah..." Karl slid his hands down, rested them on Orlando's shoulders, stroked Orlando's throat with his thumbs. He trembled, felt Orlando tremble against him, felt that soft tongue continue to lick along his chin, across his jaw, tease his earlobe before sliding down the side of his neck.
The kiss this time was lazy, slow...tongues swirled, moved in careless disarray. The heat of Orlando's chest, mouth, thighs against his made Karl's head swim, his blood thicken into molasses.
When they finally parted, Karl discovered that Orlando's arms were wrapped snugly around his waist, one hand beneath his shirt and stroking the base of his spine. "We should go back inside," he said, lips moving against Orlando's jaw.
"Yeah," Orlando replied, his hand sliding lower to brush the curve of Karl's ass, his lips lightly touching Karl's cheek.
"They're going to miss us," Karl added just before his tongue found Orlando's once more, slipping around it, sliding over it in a languid exploration.
This time it was Orlando who pulled away, sliding his hands across Karl's back, then off, in slow degrees. "We should get back." He bit his lower lip, ran his tongue along the bruised edges, and Karl had to dig nails into his palms to keep from reaching for Orlando again. "I...um..." Orlando shook his head, shrugged. "Hell, I don't know, to be honest."
"Neither do I." Karl shoved his hands deep into his pockets and watched Orlando through half-lidded eyes. He wanted to grab Orlando and push him to the ground, kiss him until neither one of them could breathe. He wanted to touch and taste and feel, wanted to sink himself inside Orlando, lose himself in those dark eyes. And that knowledge shook him to the very core of his being.
"I'm with Viggo." Orlando stated it like he'd just remembered himself. "I shouldn't have...we...fuck." Long fingers scraped over the bristle of Orlando's scalp, cupped the back of his neck as he stared at Karl with an expression of horror and lust written across that achingly beautiful, expressive face.
Karl shrugged, fighting the strong urge to move closer, to touch Orlando again. "And I'm with Harry...but I can't explain this..."
"We can't do this again."
Karl heard the regret in Orlando's voice, wanted to erase it, erase everything, erase the world except for the two of them. This was madness. He'd just met the guy, and he was already willing to throw away the best relationship he'd ever had with a man he loved deeply. "No," he agreed, "we can't."
"I'm sorry. Not that we did it, but for..." Orlando's voice trailed off.
"Yeah." Karl nodded, stepped back. His body turned just enough so that he was no longer facing Orlando, but he continued to watch him. "I'm sorry, too."
Orlando sighed, withdrew another cigarette from his battered pack with slightly shaking fingers. "I'll wait here a few more minutes."
"I'll go back inside." One hand started to lift, then stopped and those fingers curled into a fist before the hand dropped back to his side. Karl's eyes roamed over Orlando's face, memorizing how it looked at that exact second, then he turned and began to walk towards the house.
***
"Maybe just for tonight
We can pretend it's alright"
Orlando dug his fingers into Karl's hips, lifted his own. "Don't stop yet."
Karl obligingly moved his still-hard cock in slow circles inside Orlando, grabbed one of Orlando's hands, locking their fingers together. "I'm not going to stop until tomorrow."
The whimper that escaped Orlando's lips was part plea, part tease. "You're going to have to," he replied, hungry gaze raking over Karl's flushed features, memorizing each one.
"Yeah?" Karl gave Orlando a lazy smile before catching his lips in a blazing kiss. He lifted his head just enough to look deep into Orlando's eyes as he rotated his hips, his cock rubbing across Orlando's prostate. "Why's that?"
Hard to breathe, to concentrate...every movement inflamed already screaming nerves. Too much...not enough...never enough. Wanted to imprint the sweep of Karl's eyelashes, the trickle of sweat winding down his neck, the dark hairs matted to his forehead. Orlando leaned up, swept his tongue over the small droplet of sweat, sucked the small patch of skin. "Because I get to fuck you next," he murmured, the words soft against Karl's skin.
Karl groaned, fingers squeezing tight around Orlando's, hips thrusting hard against the body beneath him. "Looking forward to it," he gasped as he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back inside Orlando.
The sex was a continuation of the first time...rough and frenzied. Lips met, dueled; tongues tangled, meshed. Karl's pace was just as brutal, just as fast, and Orlando rose to meet him, anxious, needy. Wanted to come again, come brutally, wanted Karl's come filling him. The hand around Karl's tightened, squeezed, knuckles whitening with tension. "Please..." Orlando was shoved across the sofa, the rough fabric scraping his back. Didn't notice, nor care...would gladly accept any pain, as long as Karl never stopped.
"Please what?" Karl's voice was low, hoarse, as his teeth scraped across Orlando's collarbone. He kept driving into Orlando, wrapped his fingers around Orlando's cock to stroke it roughly. His grin was feral when he lifted his head, his eyes dark, his face flushed...and Orlando thought his body would rupture from the erotic sight.
"Come..." Oh God, oh Christ...Orlando's orgasm hit him with the force of a hurricane, twisted and tumbled him into a black void of raw desire. Was sure his bones were exploding, rearranging...and all he could do was stare deep into Karl's eyes as shudder after shudder racked his body, each one more intense than the last.
Karl gasped, visibly struggling to keep his eyes open and locked with Orlando's. He continued to stroke, to thrust, then stiffened, letting his head fall to rest on Orlando's shoulder and chanting Orlando's name.
Orlando wasn't quite sure how long they both lay on the sofa, both panting and twitching. Orlando's head spun, his vision swam, his body was drenched in sweat, stomach covered in his own come. Karl was slumped over him, crushing him, but Orlando welcomed the weight. He'd wanted this for so long. "I never thought..."
"Never thought what?" Karl's tongue licked at Orlando's neck, lapping up drops of sweat. He shifted a bit, adjusted his position so he was leaning on an elbow, tongue still licking at Orlando's damp skin.
"We'd be..." Orlando sighed into the touch, traced his palm over Karl's shoulder and tricep. "Wanted...God, I wanted..." He blinked his eyes open, tried to focus on Karl.
"Yeah," Karl murmured, lifting his head to look at Orlando. His fingers danced across Orlando's ribs in light, teasing touches. "I wanted, too."
No matter what happened, Orlando would not regret this. Couldn't regret it. The craving had been killing him, eating at his soul. Karl's still needy eyes met his in understanding, acceptance. No need for words now--words would come later. The next 24 or so hours belonged to them...Orlando would be damned if he would spoil it. "I think I'd like to rim you in the shower," he stated conversationally, watched hazel eyes go hot, felt Karl's muscled body tense with need. "Isn't there one down here we could use? Or do you want to leave, go someplace else."
"No, here is good." Karl sounded a little breathless as he stood and pulled Orlando up to press against him. One hand swept down Orlando's back to cup his ass, kneading it as Karl leaned in for a swift kiss. "Unless you had someplace else in mind..."
"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."
"If I felt uncomfortable, you wouldn't be here." Karl looked deep into Orlando's eyes and smiled. One finger traced a cheekbone, causing Orlando to shiver, and Karl's smile widened. "And we certainly wouldn't be doing this. Would you be more comfortable someplace else?"
Good enough. Orlando curved his body against Karl's, licked another bead of sweat from Karl's chin. "I want you wherever you are. The place doesn't mean a fuck to me," he stated.
"Good." Karl started to back up, pulling Orlando with him, a naughty grin playing over his mouth. "I'm getting in the shower now. If you want me, you'll have to come with me. And I remember something being said about rimming...."
"And I intend to do just that before I fuck you into the wall," Orlando promised, and allowed himself to be pulled, trading long, sweeping kisses. They stumbled into the bathroom, still intent on each other, on finally exploring flesh that had been forbidden for so long.
Karl reached behind him, hand fumbling for the knobs, turning on the water without looking away from Orlando. His hunger, his need, was plain on his face, in the way his body trembled. He barely gave the water time to heat up before he stepped into the shower, pulling Orlando with him. "God, wanted you so fucking long," he murmured, hands racing over Orlando's skin as the water poured over them.
"I know." Orlando ducked his head under the spray, twisted in Karl's arms, licked hot water from Karl's collarbone. "That first day..."
"Yeah." Karl grinned, tilted his head back when Orlando's tongue moved up his throat and along the underside of his jaw. "I had to fight to keep from throwing you down in the backyard."
Orlando laughed, the sound resounding off the tiles. "Hell, I knew from that first handshake." He slid up Karl's slippery body, trailed small bites along the curve of Karl's cheek and earlobe.
"Glad to know I wasn't the only one," Karl laughed, the sound a little strained and breathy. He leaned back against the wall, slid his hands over Orlando's slick chest. "But the kiss...God, I wanted to just push you to the ground and...yeah..."
"It was all I could do to turn away," Orlando confessed, pushing Karl's wet hair off of his forehead. Steam surrounded them, enveloped them as lips met again and bodies strained against each other.
"Still don't know whether or not I'm glad you did," Karl stated, trailing his lips over Orlando's jaw and down his throat as his hands swept down to rest on slim hips. He lifted his head, shook his hair back, smiled at Orlando.
"Better this way. Turn around."
Karl closed his eyes for a brief moment. When he opened them again, Orlando's breath caught in his throat. But Karl just smiled, licked his lips, and turned. He braced his hands against the wall, rested his forehead on the wet tile, slid his feet apart...and just stood there, body relaxed and waiting for whatever Orlando wanted to do to it.
Orlando licked water off Karl's spine, eased down on his knees, nibbling and soothing damp skin with his teeth and tongue. "You have such a perfect ass," he commented, biting down on a cheek.
Karl flinched a bit, breath leaving his lungs in a shaky laugh. He glanced over his shoulder, shook water out of his face, grinned. "Then do something with it."
"I'm taking my time," Orlando grinned back, delivering a light, wet smack to the other cheek. His grin turned wicked when Karl flinched, then arched into the touch. Interesting...he'd have to remember that. But, for now...Orlando spread Karl's cheeks with his hand, dove between them with his tongue, licking and spearing at the muscled ring.
"Jesus!" Orlando's tongue had Karl's fingers scratching against the tiles as his body arched again, hips pushing back, seeking more. A soft groan escaped, followed by an even softer thunk as Karl let his head fall forward to rest against the wall once more.
Orlando was relentless, voracious. His tongue pushed inside, curling at the edges, pumping in rhythmic strokes. One hand reached around Karl's hip to close around him, started to move his fist in time with his tongue.
Karl moaned deep in his throat, hips pushing back against Orlando's tongue, thrusting forward into his fist. His upper body leaned against the wet tiles for support, face turned, cheek resting against the cool wetness as steam swirled around their bodies. "Fuck..." Karl's voice was close to a whimper as he trembled, curled his hands into fists.
Orlando felt the trembling in Karl's limbs, the tightening of the cock in his still-moving fist. Wanted Karl to shatter for him...worked his tongue faster, ignored the water stinging his eyes, just wanted to bring Karl off now...
"Oh fuck...Jesus..." Karl's body stiffened, wracked with tiny tremors. His head fell back, water pouring over his face as he came, voice hoarse and ragged as he chanted Orlando's name.
It was the most sublime of sounds. Orlando slithered up Karl's wet body, used Karl's come to coat his cock, pushed the head inside Karl's ass, hands clenched to lean hips. "Tell me if I hurt you," he whispered, teeth catching the bottom of Karl's earlobe as he slid inside.
"Fuck..." Karl gasped, groaned, pushed back against Orlando, one hand reaching behind him to grasp Orlando's hip. "Fuck that. Wasn't gentle with...you..."
No, he hadn't been. "Thanks for the reminder," Orlando groaned, then slammed forward, setting a vicious, manic pace. Water flowed, steam swirled, and it choked Orlando in wetness, surrounded him in heat.
"That's...it...yeah..." Karl's body writhed against Orlando's, hips rocked back into Orlando's every thrust. One hand scrabbled at the wet tiles, the other slid down to Orlando's thigh, fingers digging into the muscles there as Karl turned his head to watch Orlando from the corner of his eye.
"Goddamn, you're hot." Orlando pulled Karl's head back, slanted his mouth over Karl's as he hammered into willing flesh over and over. Karl's tongue curled around Orlando's, slid over it, coaxed it into his mouth so he could suck on it. He continued to rock back, welcoming every brutal thrust, tightening his muscles around Orlando's cock, fingers sliding up and down his thigh.
Orlando bit down on Karl's shoulder when he came, teeth leaving crescent marks on hard flesh. Fuckfuckyes...the world imploded around him, leaving him at the center of a black hole sucking him dry, leaving him with nothing except Karl's name on his lips.
Karl cried out, his head snapping back against Orlando's shoulder, hips pushing hard against Orlando, fist reaching down to circle his cock and stroke it roughly. "Fuck...Orlando..."
"Shh...I've got you." Orlando reversed their positions, leaned against the wall, pulling Karl against him, didn't give him time to breathe, didn't want him to recover. "Again...now..."
Karl pushed Orlando against the wall, reaching down, using the shower gel as lube. He slicked it over his cock, and then he was inside, cock still throbbing, aching, needing. "Oh...fuck...you've got the tightest ass..." He groaned and began to move, setting a hard, rough pace.
Trembling...Orlando was still trembling, body shaking from the force of his last orgasm, was sent hurtling toward another by Karl's hard cock inside him, moving in him, filling him. "Make me come, Karl." The words echoed off the tile as Orlando writhed and bucked, was slammed into the wall by the force of Karl's thrusts.
Karl drove into Orlando relentlessly, one hand gripping his hip tight enough to leave marks, the other sliding around, over wet skin to wrap around Orlando's cock. His hand moved in time with his hips, stroking, squeezing, everything rough, brutal. His teeth closed on the side of Orlando's neck, then his tongue licked over the spot and up to Orlando's ear. "Come for me," he whispered, tongue flicking out to trace the contours of that ear. "Want you to come apart while I fuck your sweet ass..."
"Oh God..." Orlando was too spent to do anything more than slump into Karl's body when he came, hands spasming on Karl's hips.
Karl groaned, his hand easing, becoming gentle. He leaned in, pressing kisses up the side of Orlando's neck, then he pressed his face in the juncture of shoulder and neck as he came, Orlando's name passing his lips in a soft gasp.
"Karl...I just..." Orlando sank to the bottom of the tub, legs no longer able to support him.
Karl followed him down, sitting in the bottom of the tub and pulling Orlando half into his lap. Gentle hands stroked Orlando's back, soothed the tremors that raced through him. "Just what?" Karl murmured, lips soft against Orlando's forehead, his own body still trembling.
Don't say it, don't say it, don't fucking think it... "Nothing," Orlando mumbled, and turned into Karl's arms, seeking warmth.
"What?" Karl wrapped Orlando in his arms, tipped Orlando's chin up with one hand. He searched Orlando's eyes for a moment, then his mouth curved in a faint smile. "What, Orlando?"
"You know."
Karl's laugh was soft, familiar, his breath warm against Orlando's cheek. "So tell me anyway." His thumb stroked Orlando's bottom lip.
Orlando blinked slowly up at Karl, snaked out his tongue to trace along Karl's thumb. Looked into that beautiful face, those amazing eyes...and couldn't lie anymore. "I love you."
"You love me." Karl sighed, closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, he was smiling. His hands cupped Orlando's face, his lips covered Orlando's in a soft, brief kiss, and he murmured, "I love you, too. So what the hell do we do now?"
***
"I'm not sure of what I should do
When everything I'm thinking of is you"
Karl stood there, head down, feeling the rain beat down his head and body. Fuck. He glared up at the clouds, reached down to snatch his helmet up from the muddy ground, and stalked towards the trailers. Six weeks of fucking artificial rain and fucking night shoots, and they still had three more weeks of fucking night shoots to go. And three more weeks of fucking rain, too. He growled in response to Craig's hail and kept walking. Fuck him. And fuck everyone. He was beginning to hate this movie. He was pretty sure he wasn't the only one, either.
"You're in a lovely mood tonight."
Karl whirled to face the speaker, calming only a little when he saw Orlando standing there, still in his armor, wig hanging lank around his wet and dirty face. "You could say that."
"Come on, then."
Karl allowed himself to be dragged into the small trailer he shared with Bernard, watched in tired bemusement as Orlando pushed him down on the small sofa and walked to the kitchenette. "What's this?"
"It's going to be me fixing us some tea if I could find the bloody package," Orlando growled, flinging open cabinet after cabinet, seeming to take satisfaction in the banging.
"It's in that cabinet," Karl said after Orlando had slammed a few more doors. He tried not to laugh when Orlando turned and frowned at him. "What? You didn't ask."
"Fucker," Orlando muttered, snatching the box. He slammed the kettle on the stove, yanked the knob.
Karl covered his mouth with one hand, watching Orlando over his fingers. God, but he was fucking sexy when he was pissed. His hand dropped swiftly when Orlando glared at him again, and he bit his lip hard to keep from smiling. "Anything else you need?"
"To beat the piss out of someone, a hot shower and a blowjob." Orlando whirled, pushed dirty strands of wig out of his face. "Why? You think PJ would set up a boxing ring if we asked?"
Karl blinked. Then he lost his composure, falling over on the small sofa and laughing. "Oh...God..." he gasped, waving one hand. A hot shower, a blow job, and a boxing ring...nice to know the kid had his priorities straight. Karl continued to howl with laughter, curling up in a ball as a small, rational part of his brain asked him just what the hell he was doing.
Orlando stood for another moment, staring down at Karl before exhaustion and hilarity caught up with him. He sank to the floor, overcome with deep laughter, leaning back against the wall. "I'm s-serious," he managed to get out before a fresh wave of laughter claimed him.
"I k-know..." Karl rolled off the sofa, landing on the floor with a thump that did nothing to stop his laughter. He was tired, wet, cold, pissed off...and there was nothing amusing about the situation at all. So he kept telling himself. But it was several more long minutes before he could stop laughing long enough to breathe.
"God..." Orlando's laughter had subsided to mere chuckles. "I hate this fucking place," he grinned, bumping his head against Karl's shoulder.
"You're not the only one," Karl said, a few random chuckles escaping as he wiped his eyes and leaned against Orlando. "Fucking rain...."
Orlando slid down a bit more, brushed his knee against Karl's companionably. "Fucking scene..."
"Fucking mud..." Karl propped his back against the sofa and closed his eyes, his leg shifting to bump against Orlando's.
"Fucking country..." The soft voice was right up against Karl's ear, and he turned to it, eyes fluttering open. Saw Orlando. Right. There.
"Fucking hell..." His lips were on Orlando's before he finished the sentence.
Every nerve he had woke up screaming, and Karl's hands were tangled in Orlando's blond wig before he was aware of moving. He heard a groan, wasn't sure if it came from him or Orlando, as his tongue explored Orlando's mouth. Cinnamon and smoke and some odd, tangy flavor that reminded Karl of fresh oranges. That was what Orlando tasted like. And fuck all if it wasn't the most addictive thing. It had been far too long since he tasted those lips...a fucking lifetime. Karl set about correcting the mistake.
When they finally parted, gasping for air, Karl was surprised to find Orlando tangled in his lap. "Again," Orlando murmured, dragging Karl's lips to meet his, slipping his tongue inside Karl's open mouth. If anything, this kiss was even hotter than the first one, burst through Karl's body like sunshine, left him hot, sweaty, aching.
"Christ...." Karl whispered the word along Orlando's jaw, his fingers delving beneath armor and leather and velvet, finding the bare skin of Orlando's back. He wanted Orlando naked, wanted Orlando on the floor beneath him...and he wanted it now. And it was wrong. So very fucking wrong. He lifted his head, opened his mouth to speak, and was once more ensnared by hot eyes the color of rich coffee. "Fuck..."
"This is so..." Orlando chewed his lower lip, hands trembling. He didn't move from Karl's lap. "What the hell are we doing?"
"I don't know," Karl sighed and closed his eyes, his forehead resting against Orlando's. What were they doing? Damned if he knew. He loved Harry. But Orlando... Ah Christ....
"I love Viggo," Orlando whispered, tracing the soft skin of Karl's neck and throat. "I shouldn't be...you shouldn't..."
"No, we shouldn't," Karl whispered, turned his head so his lips touched Orlando's ear. "I love Harry. And this..."
"...it's wrong," Orlando finished, turning his lips to meet Karl's, the kiss fragile and brief.
"Yes, it is." Karl leaned back once more, Orlando still in his lap. It was wrong. In so many ways. But why the hell did it feel so fucking right? He sighed, lifted one hand to cup Orlando's cheek.
They both breathed sighs of relief and regret when the teakettle whistled, fracturing the heavy spell. "I'll get our tea," Orlando said, placing another soft kiss on Karl's lips before sliding off of him and walking to the tiny stove.
Karl pushed himself back up onto the sofa and watched Orlando. Before he could say anything, the door opened, and Viggo walked into the small trailer. "There you are!"
"Hey, Vig," Karl said, managing a weak smile. He rubbed a hand over his face and looked out the window. Anywhere but at the man whose lover had just been in his lap.
"Nice to see you two hiding out from the rain and leaving the rest of us to turn into popsicles," Viggo teased, looking from Karl to Orlando.
"You weren't around," Orlando replied archly, his eyes and stance betraying nothing except teasing and love. "Fancy some tea?"
"I'd love some." Viggo flopped on the sofa next to Karl, shook water out of his wig. "Fucking rain..."
"Fucking mud," Karl said before he stopped to think. Then his eyes darted to Orlando, and he took in the wide eyes and slightly paler than normal complexion. Shit.
"The rain's worse," Viggo replied as he stretched his legs out in front of him and took the cup of tea that Orlando offered.
"Much," Orlando agreed, passing Karl's mug to him with only a slight brush of fingers. He sat next to Viggo, leaned on his shoulder. And Karl tried not to think about how natural and right they looked together.
"So, was he boring you about the trails again?" Viggo asked Orlando, kissing his forehead. "He's been dying to get some riding in when we finish this fucked up shoot."
"I didn't say a word about the trails." Karl held up a hand, grinned. It was the truth. Of course, he wasn't about to tell Viggo what he had said. Or done. And certainly not when Viggo still had his sword strapped around his waist. Karl liked his head right where it was, thank you very much.
Viggo rolled his eyes and slid an arm around Orlando's shoulders. "Sure you didn't."
"He was too busy boring me with golfing stories," Orlando replied, grinning around Viggo's arm at Karl. And Karl was amazed at this kid's acting ability. If he hadn't known...
"And at least he had the decency to pretend to be interested," Karl stated, grinning back at Orlando. "Unlike some people I won't name."
"I know you're not talking about me," Viggo laughed, dropping another kiss on Orlando's forehead. Karl looked away, watching the rain falling outside the window.
***
"I can't shake this feeling from my head
There's a devil sleeping in my bed"
It felt like Orlando had been waiting his entire life for this. Just snuggling next to Karl, legs entwined, listening to his steady heartbeat, fingers curled in the crisp hairs trailing down Karl's stomach. They'd finally made it to the guestroom, drying each other off with towels and tongues, both collapsing on cotton sheets in exhausted bliss.
"If you think any louder," Karl murmured, sounding amused as his fingers stroked the back of Orlando's neck, "I'm going to go deaf."
Orlando grinned, kissed Karl's shoulder. "I was just thinking how much I'd been wanting this. Just this."
"Yeah, this is pretty nice." Karl slid his fingers under Orlando's chin, tilted his face up for a slow kiss. He smiled when they parted, his thumb brushing across Orlando's bottom lip.
How had he gone so long without this touch, those lips on his? Orlando was surprised they'd lasted as long as they did. "Do you realize it's been almost a year since we met?"
Karl blinked, his fingers pausing as they slid up into Orlando's hair. "Has it been that long?" He shook his head and laughed softly. It was one of the sweetest sounds Orlando could ever remember hearing. "Damn. How'd we manage to go a year without ending up here before now?"
"Fucking willpower, mate."
"Well, it's gone now," Karl said with a chuckle. He kissed Orlando again and pulled him closer, his fingers moving once more, up into Orlando's hair, back down his neck to his shoulders.
Not just gone...but fractured into a thousand tiny shards. "This is going to change everything." Orlando snuggled deeper into the crook of Karl's shoulder. "I don't know what we're going to tell them. But I can't live like this anymore."
"We'll figure it out together." Karl's lips whispered across Orlando's forehead, the touch soothing, comforting. "I won't live like this anymore. It's not fair to us, and it's not fair to them."
"I still love him," Orlando admitted, his voice soft.
"And I still love Harry," Karl replied with a quiet sigh. "Probably always will. But it's not...it's different now. Has been for a long time.
"Fuck..." Orlando didn't know what to say, didn't know what could be said. They'd been living a lie for so long that this...Orlando had no idea how to act. All he knew was he wasn't letting Karl go again. No matter what happened.
Karl wrapped both arms around Orlando and held him for a long moment. Then he pulled back, dropped a soft kiss on Orlando's lips. "I don't know what will happen, but we'll face them together. I'm through acting like you're nothing more than a friend."
Orlando smiled, traced his tongue around Karl's lips. "Make me come again." Orlando wanted to stop thinking...they could do that tomorrow. Tonight and tomorrow morning were for them.
"I plan on doing that as often as I can." Karl smiled, tongue snaking out to lick at Orlando's, sliding over and around it and into Orlando's mouth as his hand slid down Orlando's stomach to close around his cock.
Orlando sank into the kiss for a timeless moment, allowed himself to drift into Karl's touch. So soft, light, the long fingers on him moving at just the right speed, the right pressure. "Want your mouth," he managed to gasp, arching his back in supplication.
Karl didn't reply, just slid down the bed, lips and tongue moving over Orlando's chest. He licked a path down the flat stomach, paused for a few minutes to lick and tease Orlando's navel. Then he was settling between Orlando's thighs, nuzzling his groin, hand still stroking his cock. "I want you to watch me," he said, voice soft as he lifted his head and met Orlando's eyes. Then his tongue was out, licking at the head of Orlando's cock like it was a gourmet treat.
Orlando's breath caught, died in his throat. Watch...oh yes. There was no way he could look away. Reached blindly for a pillow to prop his head so he wouldn't miss a thing, could watch with beautiful clarity as his cock disappeared in the hollow of Karl's mouth. "Oh God..."
Karl's tongue played over the hard flesh as it slid into his mouth. He pulled back, swirled his tongue around the tip, and then repeated his motions, taking in more. The entire time, his hands roamed over Orlando's thighs, nails scratching lightly. The entire time, his eyes remained locked with Orlando's, witness to every emotion that flitted across Orlando's face.
Had the universe always consisted of Karl's mouth and tongue? Of Karl's eyes on him, hands stroking him? Orlando couldn't remember anything else. "Please," he rasped, lifting his hips off the bed. Please.
Karl just smiled, lips curving around Orlando's cock as he moved languidly, altering his speed and rhythm by minute amounts. Never pausing, never taking his eyes from Orlando's, he lifted the bottle of lube from the nightstand, squeezed some out on his fingers. Then, still watching and sucking and licking, he eased one finger into Orlando, moving it slowly, pushing deeper until he brushed the small bundle of nerves. And his lips curved into yet another smile when Orlando rolled into his orgasm, sighing Karl's name, floating on fairy wings of molten dust. Finally, he closed his eyes, felt Karl curl up around him again. "Love you," he murmured, sleep already claiming him as he snuggled back into Karl's warm chest.
"Love you," Karl whispered back, pulling the blanket up over them and wrapping his arms around Orlando. He closed his eyes, listened to Orlando's soft breathing, and was asleep in minutes.
continued
Authors: idiosyncratic & azewewish
Pairing: Karl Urban/Orlando Bloom (Karl Urban/Harry Sinclair, Orlando Bloom/Viggo Mortensen)
Rating: NC17
Summary: Need finally outweighs consequence
Disclaimer: Um...no. And, um...no. Never happened.
Author's Notes: Yes, Brenda is evil. Jo loves her anyway. Inspired in part, by Cas' wonderful "Where We Are" fic series & a discussion about different OTPs with Lobelia from a long time back. Song lyrics by Nine Inch Nails
"What's the price I pay
I don't care what they say"
Orlando dropped gracefully to his knees, licked his lips. "We shouldn't be..."
"No, we shouldn't," Karl agreed, sinking his hands into the stubbled mohawk of Orlando's hair. Brown eyes wide with unsated lust gazed up at Karl.
"I don't care."
"Me neither."
The next thing Karl knew, Orlando had his jeans unzipped and was taking his cock deep in his throat.
Christ...Karl thought he might have gasped. His fingers flexed, felt the short strands shift under, over, around them. Wet heat surrounded him, tugged at his senses, and all he could do was drop his head to his chest and watch Orlando through heavy lidded eyes, watch his length disappear between pink lips.
Orlando worked his cock like he owned it, like he'd been sucking on it for a thousand years, would continue to suck it for a thousand more. Sucked him deep and hard, like he'd been waiting his whole life to go down on Karl, to taste him, tease him. Licked the head like an ice cream cone, surrounded Karl in so much heat and wet friction that his knees buckled, threatened to give out. Wrong, all of it, so fucking wrong...
"Fuck..." Karl tried to breathe, tried to stand, ended up leaning back against the wall, one hand flung out to keep his balance, the other still cupping Orlando's head. Hazel eyes closed fully, even white teeth worried his bottom lip, and Karl let out a soft moan. It was wrong...completely, utterly, supremely wrong. But fuck all...it felt good, felt right, and Karl opened his eyes once more to look down at Orlando on his knees, found Orlando looking back up at him through impossibly thick lashes as he sucked Karl's cock deep in his throat. This was, quite possibly, the most erotic sight on the fucking planet. Karl had dreamed about this so long, wanted this only in his darkest fantasies, hadn't allowed himself any more thought than that. The reality shattered everything--every notion of right and wrong, every thought Karl had of love and want, every need Karl had thought only Harry could satisfy.
Karl found himself chanting Orlando's name in a soft litany as he felt slender fingers slide inside his jeans and massage his balls. Orlando's eyes still stared up at him, Orlando's tongue still curled and twisted around his cock with each bob of that curly head. He kept his eyes locked with Orlando's, hips moving in small thrusts as he felt the tension build, felt the sweet ache start low in his groin, felt his orgasm rocketing towards him with a speed that surprised him.
He tried to hold back, tried to make time stop, didn't want this to end, didn't want to come. Coming would mean questions, recriminations, regret...and Karl had no regret in him. All he had was a bone-deep hunger that only Orlando's soft tongue and calloused hands could satisfy. When he finally did come, he came hard, cried out Orlando's name brokenly, pressed into the wall so hard he became a part of the paneling, part of the wood. His nails dug deep into Orlando's scalp as his world...and all of his dreams...fractured to dust inside Orlando's mouth.
Karl sucked air into his heaving lungs, leaned against the wall, body shaking, legs trembling. "Jesus," he murmured when he trusted himself to speak again, opening his eyes to see Orlando slowly standing, dragging that leanly muscled body up across Karl's crotch, stomach, chest.
"Thank you." Murmured words cresting across his vulnerable skin, breathed on his neck in sacrilegious benediction. "Want to taste how we are together?"
Karl nodded, ran his tongue across dry lips. "Please..."
Orlando ran his tongue along the parted seam of Karl's lips, and Karl tasted himself blended with the mysterious, dark flavor of Orlando...a taste potent enough to have him leaning into Orlando's lips with a reckless yearning. Fuck it...he'd deal with all of the messy consequences tomorrow.
His hands came up, slid across shorn hair once more as Orlando's tongue slid into his mouth, curling over and around his own. Hands drifted up his sides, burning him through his shirt, moving up to slide behind his neck and pull him closer, deeper into a kiss that had their bodies straining against each other.
"Fucking hell..." Orlando panted, tearing their lips apart, resting his forehead against Karl's. "Too much..."
"Way too much," Karl agreed, his fingers stroking across Orlando's scalp.
"I should go." Orlando didn't move, only butted his head against Karl's hand for more.
"Yes, you should." Karl knew it was true, knew the longer Orlando stayed there with him, the higher the risk became. But his fingers continued to move through spiky hair, continued to stroke against Orlando's scalp with feather-light touches.
"Do you want me to?"
"No," Karl whispered, unable to speak any louder as Orlando's eyes looked deep into his and a single finger came up to trace his cheekbone.
"Do you want me to stay?" Orlando fanned his hand out, framed the side of Karl's face with gentle fingers.
"Yes," Karl said, voice just a bit louder this time, head tilting into Orlando's palm, eyes drifting half closed.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Orlando asked, brushing his chest across Karl's in a sweeping, heavy movement.
Karl closed his eyes, swallowed, took several deep breaths. Then his eyes opened to find Orlando's once more. "Do you?"
"Not really." The words were trailed along Karl's chin. "They don't exist right now."
"No, they don't." Karl knew exactly who 'they' were. Of course he did. They both knew. One hand slid down Orlando's spine to settle in the small of his back and pull him a little closer.
"Then take me." Slender fingers twisted in Karl's hair as Orlando kissed him violently. "Hard and all night...don't stop until I'm drowning in your scent, your come, your body."
Karl didn't pause to ask if Orlando was sure, didn't hesitate as he shoved Orlando back towards the sofa, his hands tearing at the thin t-shirt covering Orlando's chest. He wanted naked. Now. Didn't need to be told twice. He groaned as sharp teeth closed over his bottom lip, groaned again when a soft tongue swept out to ease the sting.
Orlando twisted around him, all sinuous grace, raking his nails up Karl's spine, dragging Karl's shirt over his head. "Fuck me, Karl," Orlando rasped, squeezing nimble fingers around Karl's erection.
"I'm going to," Karl said, voice a low growl against Orlando's throat. Orlando's shirt flew across the room, and Karl's hands settled at his waist to unbutton jeans and shove them down over slim hips. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't stand up. Then I'm going to fuck you some more."
"I want to bleed you."
Ah Jesus Christ...Karl couldn't contain the ravenous beast clawing at him, stopped trying. Teeth marked, bit, tore at soft skin, raked over firm muscle as Karl pinned Orlando into the sofa, trapped him. "Wait right here."
Orlando leaned up, bruised Karl's lips with his own. "Hurry."
Karl stalked to the bedroom, slapped the door open, ignored the clothes scattered across the floor. If he looked at them, he'd see, and then... Well... Without pausing, he snatched up a bottle of lube, returned to the living room. And froze.
Orlando was sprawled on his back, one foot on the floor, one foot pulled up on the sofa. His hand was curled around his cock, moving in long, rough strokes. Head thrown back, mouth open a little, eyes closed, he was the hottest looking thing Karl had ever seen.
"What do you think you're doing?" Karl's voice was soft as he moved to the sofa, eyes raking Orlando's slender body from head to toe.
Soft brown eyes fluttered open, and Orlando gave Karl a lazy grin promising every dark fantasy Karl had ever dreamed. And the hands stroking Orlando's cock continued their rough, steady pace. "Fucking myself for you."
"Oh, really?" Karl grinned down at Orlando, settled to his knees on the sofa between Orlando's spread thighs. He watched for a moment, then reached out to curl his hand over Orlando's, moving with him as his other hand fumbled with the lube. "Mind if I help?"
Orlando's breath hitched, his back arched. "Please..."
Karl got the lube open, squeezed some out, his hand continuing to guide Orlando's. He leaned forward, licked a path up Orlando's chest, flicked his tongue across a pebbled nipple...then bit down as he pushed two fingers inside Orlando's tight opening. Orlando wanted it rough? Fine. Karl was more than willing to oblige him right now.
Orlando's broken moans were the sweetest of sounds, the body twisting against his the most decadent of temptations. And Karl had denied himself, denied them both, for far too long. Time to collect. He had to bite back his own scream when he slammed his cock inside Orlando's tight, willing ass, barely taking a moment to marvel at how well Orlando closed around him before pistoning his hips forward, sliding Orlando across the cushions.
"Fuck," Karl moaned, bit his lip, hands closing around Orlando's hips to yank him back into each thrust. The pace he set was hard and fast, almost brutal in its intensity. But it was perfect and what they both wanted. He watched Orlando writhe beneath him, admired the unleashed passion in those dark eyes, went willingly when Orlando's hands reached for him, yanked him down for a brutal kiss.
"Harder..."
Oh yeah, there would be hell to pay tomorrow...and Karl was willing to deal with all of it. As long as Orlando continued to thrust up into him, continued writhing against him. Karl slammed into willing flesh, brutalized Orlando's body with his hands, almost came when Orlando jerked hard on the back of his head, tearing out his hair in an effort to crawl inside Karl's mouth.
Fuck... Karl slid his tongue over, around Orlando's, fought him for dominance in the kiss, continued to pound into the tight ass around him. One hand slid over to curl around Orlando's cock, stroking roughly, squeezing, twisting. He could feel his orgasm approaching, wanted to bring Orlando off first, wanted to see Orlando lose control. Fuck the rest of it. Right here, right now were all that mattered. Watched in savage satisfaction as Orlando threw his head back, baring that perfect tanned throat as he came, jerking over Karl's hand, warm liquid gelling between his fingers.
When Orlando's body tightened around his cock, Karl almost lost it, managing to hang on to his control by the thinnest of threads. Another thrust, then another, and he groaned, back arching, muscles quivering, slamming deep into Orlando as his orgasm tore through him.
"I hope you're not done," Orlando gasped, tightening fingers across Karl's drenched back.
"Fuck no," Karl laughed, leaned down to claim swollen lips in yet another bruising kiss. Yes, there was definitely going to be hell to pay tomorrow. They'd take one look at the two of them and it would all be over. He grinned down at Orlando, flexed his hips just a bit. "I'm just getting started."
"Good."
***
"And I know it's not the right thing"
"Orlando, love...c'mere. I'd like you to meet Karl."
Another cast member...Eomer, if Orlando remembered it right. He hadn't met Eomer yet. Apparently, the guy playing him had been off doing another movie. Orlando smiled as he walked across the room to Viggo, caught sight of the tall, dark-haired man standing next to him. And his smile stumbled, faltered. Jesus...
"So you're the elf." Karl smiled and held out his hand. His fingers wrapped around Orlando's in a warm, firm grasp, and Orlando had to consciously think before he could speak. The jolt that tore through him at the slight press of his hand in Karl's had Orlando's smile falling completely. For one brief moment, he looked deep into hazel eyes...and the entire world was stripped away, leaving only him and this stranger...and the hunger that tore through him had him beyond scared.
"Nice to meet you," he finally got out.
"Yeah," Karl said, voice quiet, one corner of his mouth curving in a smile as he tilted his head and studied Orlando. His hand pulled away from Orlando's slowly, as if reluctant to release the contact. "Looking forward to working with you and everyone else."
"Karl, who's your friend?"
Orlando glanced up, startled, surprised to find himself still at Viggo's house in the middle of their party, surprised to see Viggo standing next to him, small smile still on his face. Watched as Karl was joined by another man...also tall and dark-haired, but older. Probably around Viggo's age. "Hi, I'm Harry," he said, sticking out a hand as the other moved around Karl's waist.
"Harry, this is Orlando Bloom," Karl replied, eyes still on Orlando, mouth still curved in a faint smile. He paid no outward attention to the arm around his waist, but his body leaned into it. "He's playing the elf."
"The Elf, you'll give him a complex," Viggo laughed, curling his hand around Orlando's.
"Hush, you." Orlando felt immediately better, once he felt the solid, comforting weight of Viggo's hand in his. He reached out, shook Harry's hand briefly. "Pleasure."
"Harry's playing Isildur."
"Is that right?" Orlando's smile was still open, still easy...but his eyes kept sliding to Harry's arm around Karl's waist.
"Yeah, his big 15 minutes of real fame." Karl was grinning, his voice teasing as he glanced at Harry.
"So says the man who wouldn't be in the movie if not for me," Harry shot back, laughing.
Karl just waved a hand and smirked. His expression sent a shiver racing through Orlando's body. "Peter would have still cast me," Karl said.
"I have a feeling there's a story here," Viggo replied, sipping his drink.
"I cast Karl as the lead in a film that we just finished," Harry began, arm tightening almost imperceptibly around Karl's waist.
"And he showed it to Peter, and Peter loved me," Karl broke in. Orlando almost choked on his laughter when Karl rolled his eyes and winked. "So now Harry likes to tell everyone that he got me cast as Eomer."
"Next time I'll remember to sleep with the director instead of my co-star," Orlando teased, squeezing his fingers around Viggo's. Karl met his grin, matched it...and time slowed, fractured again.
"Peter's already cast you," Viggo teased back, jolting Orlando to the present. What the fuck was happening to him?
"Lucky for us, I'd say," Karl murmured, still smiling. Orlando gave him a sharp glance, forcing his eyes not to skim to the arm around Karl's waist again. "You move like an elf."
"Don't think you'd want to sleep with the director on this one," Harry said, smirking when Orlando's eyes widened and Viggo sputtered with laughter.
"Ah, Harry, I think I'm going to like you," Viggo smiled.
Suddenly, it was all a bit much. Too many people, the noise was too much...Orlando just wanted some quiet. "I think I'm going to slip outside for a smoke," he said, and kissed Viggo's cheek. "It was nice meeting both of you. I'm sure we'll all be sick of each other before too long," he smiled, winking when Harry and Viggo laughed. He studiously avoided Karl's eyes as he walked away.
Karl watched Orlando leave, ignoring the joking that passed between Viggo and Harry. He watched, waited until Orlando had vanished through one of the doors leading to the backyard. Then he turned and smiled at Harry, lifting his empty bottle. "I'm going to get another beer. Be back in a bit."
Harry just nodded and squeezed Karl's hand before returning to his conversation with Viggo. Good enough. Karl knew Harry when he started talking...he'd be distracted until Karl returned and dragged him away. Palm still tingling from its brief contact with Orlando's, Karl wandered into the kitchen, retrieved a fresh beer, and walked outside.
He found Orlando at the edge of the darkened yard, calmly smoking, looking up at the night sky. "Beautiful, aren't they?" Orlando asked, without turning.
Karl looked up, taking a swallow of his beer. "They're pretty enough," he said, eyes shifting to watch as Orlando lifted the cigarette to his mouth, took a drag, tongue flicking across his lower lip before he exhaled.
"It's a different world out here. England seems very far away." Orlando finally turned a bit, and Karl's breath caught at the sight of a pure profile framed by moonlight.
"I imagine it does." Karl took a step closer, eyes tracing Orlando's features, bottle dangling loosely, forgotten, from one hand. "Must be hard for you to be so far away from home for so long."
"A bit yeah." Orlando turned fully to face him, a soft smile curving the corners of sharp cheekbones. "But it's a great adventure, you know?" He threw his cigarette down to his feet, crushed it, looking back up at Karl through lowered lashes. "Must be nice for you to have work so close to home."
"Yeah," Karl murmured, returning the smile. He saw a flash of something in Orlando's eyes, couldn't identify it, but his palm was tingling again. "A lot of my friends are working on this project. Pretty big break for everyone here."
Orlando nodded, newly shaven head gleaming in the silvery light. He looked a bit otherworldly...it was easy to see why PJ had cast him. "I've got to get back inside, play good host," Orlando said, that same small smile flitting across full lips. He started to walk past, body slightly brushing against Karl's.
Karl felt as if a bolt of lightning had slammed through him. He saw Orlando jerk, knew he'd felt the same. Without thinking, he reached out, hand curling around Orlando's forearm in a loose grip. "Surely he can do without you for a few more minutes."
Orlando looked down at Karl's hand for a long moment...and time dragged, crawled, ceased to be. Karl wasn't even aware he was holding his breath until Orlando looked up at him, lean body shifting a bit closer. "Alright."
One foot moved, stepping closer to Orlando, bringing their bodies in contact again. It wasn't much, just barely chests brushing together, but Karl noted that Orlando neither stepped back nor attempted to free his arm. His thumb rubbed smooth skin, his mind screamed at him. Shouldn't be doing this. Shouldn't be out here alone with Orlando. "Viggo's a lucky man," Karl said, voice soft. He leaned in just a bit, eyes fastened on Orlando's mouth.
"So is your Harry," Orlando answered, his voice thick, swaying into Karl.
"You think so?" Heat radiated from Orlando's body, soaking into Karl's. He leaned in more, his lips mere millimeters away from Orlando's, so close he could smell the faint tinge of smoke that still clung to Orlando's lips.
"Yeah..." A breathy sigh right up against Karl's lips, then they were touching...and it was like two live wires touching ends. The thunderbolt that crashed through him had him yanking Orlando to him, plundering that soft mouth with his tongue.
Fuck, but the kid could kiss. A slick tongue slid over and around Karl's, twisting and writhing and teasing. The last time Karl had been kissed like this had been...had been...damned if he could remember. This was lightning and thunder and gale force winds all wrapped up in one messy package that was pressed tight against Karl's body. He groaned, his hands lifting to cup Orlando's head, fingers gliding over a rough scalp.
Orlando's lithe body surged into his, slender fingers curved around his shoulders, and still the kiss continued as they changed angles, tried to crawl inside skin and bone. Karl was shaking, gasping, couldn't get enough of the taste of smoke and musk on his tongue. He plunged in again, needed more, got it when Orlando returned the kiss, bruised his shoulders with strong hands, tongue slippery and warm against his.
"Fuck," Karl murmured when they parted. His breathing sounded harsh to his ears, and Orlando's sounded no better. Sinfully dark eyes watched him through lowered lashes, fingers still gripped his shoulders, that wonderful, warm body still pressed against him. He watched Orlando watching him and wondered what Orlando's mouth would feel like on other parts of his body.
"That was..." Orlando leaned back up into him, licked along his chin with a soft tongue. Tiny shivers wracked Karl's body as he stood there, hoping...and damning himself for hoping.
"Yeah..." Karl slid his hands down, rested them on Orlando's shoulders, stroked Orlando's throat with his thumbs. He trembled, felt Orlando tremble against him, felt that soft tongue continue to lick along his chin, across his jaw, tease his earlobe before sliding down the side of his neck.
The kiss this time was lazy, slow...tongues swirled, moved in careless disarray. The heat of Orlando's chest, mouth, thighs against his made Karl's head swim, his blood thicken into molasses.
When they finally parted, Karl discovered that Orlando's arms were wrapped snugly around his waist, one hand beneath his shirt and stroking the base of his spine. "We should go back inside," he said, lips moving against Orlando's jaw.
"Yeah," Orlando replied, his hand sliding lower to brush the curve of Karl's ass, his lips lightly touching Karl's cheek.
"They're going to miss us," Karl added just before his tongue found Orlando's once more, slipping around it, sliding over it in a languid exploration.
This time it was Orlando who pulled away, sliding his hands across Karl's back, then off, in slow degrees. "We should get back." He bit his lower lip, ran his tongue along the bruised edges, and Karl had to dig nails into his palms to keep from reaching for Orlando again. "I...um..." Orlando shook his head, shrugged. "Hell, I don't know, to be honest."
"Neither do I." Karl shoved his hands deep into his pockets and watched Orlando through half-lidded eyes. He wanted to grab Orlando and push him to the ground, kiss him until neither one of them could breathe. He wanted to touch and taste and feel, wanted to sink himself inside Orlando, lose himself in those dark eyes. And that knowledge shook him to the very core of his being.
"I'm with Viggo." Orlando stated it like he'd just remembered himself. "I shouldn't have...we...fuck." Long fingers scraped over the bristle of Orlando's scalp, cupped the back of his neck as he stared at Karl with an expression of horror and lust written across that achingly beautiful, expressive face.
Karl shrugged, fighting the strong urge to move closer, to touch Orlando again. "And I'm with Harry...but I can't explain this..."
"We can't do this again."
Karl heard the regret in Orlando's voice, wanted to erase it, erase everything, erase the world except for the two of them. This was madness. He'd just met the guy, and he was already willing to throw away the best relationship he'd ever had with a man he loved deeply. "No," he agreed, "we can't."
"I'm sorry. Not that we did it, but for..." Orlando's voice trailed off.
"Yeah." Karl nodded, stepped back. His body turned just enough so that he was no longer facing Orlando, but he continued to watch him. "I'm sorry, too."
Orlando sighed, withdrew another cigarette from his battered pack with slightly shaking fingers. "I'll wait here a few more minutes."
"I'll go back inside." One hand started to lift, then stopped and those fingers curled into a fist before the hand dropped back to his side. Karl's eyes roamed over Orlando's face, memorizing how it looked at that exact second, then he turned and began to walk towards the house.
***
"Maybe just for tonight
We can pretend it's alright"
Orlando dug his fingers into Karl's hips, lifted his own. "Don't stop yet."
Karl obligingly moved his still-hard cock in slow circles inside Orlando, grabbed one of Orlando's hands, locking their fingers together. "I'm not going to stop until tomorrow."
The whimper that escaped Orlando's lips was part plea, part tease. "You're going to have to," he replied, hungry gaze raking over Karl's flushed features, memorizing each one.
"Yeah?" Karl gave Orlando a lazy smile before catching his lips in a blazing kiss. He lifted his head just enough to look deep into Orlando's eyes as he rotated his hips, his cock rubbing across Orlando's prostate. "Why's that?"
Hard to breathe, to concentrate...every movement inflamed already screaming nerves. Too much...not enough...never enough. Wanted to imprint the sweep of Karl's eyelashes, the trickle of sweat winding down his neck, the dark hairs matted to his forehead. Orlando leaned up, swept his tongue over the small droplet of sweat, sucked the small patch of skin. "Because I get to fuck you next," he murmured, the words soft against Karl's skin.
Karl groaned, fingers squeezing tight around Orlando's, hips thrusting hard against the body beneath him. "Looking forward to it," he gasped as he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back inside Orlando.
The sex was a continuation of the first time...rough and frenzied. Lips met, dueled; tongues tangled, meshed. Karl's pace was just as brutal, just as fast, and Orlando rose to meet him, anxious, needy. Wanted to come again, come brutally, wanted Karl's come filling him. The hand around Karl's tightened, squeezed, knuckles whitening with tension. "Please..." Orlando was shoved across the sofa, the rough fabric scraping his back. Didn't notice, nor care...would gladly accept any pain, as long as Karl never stopped.
"Please what?" Karl's voice was low, hoarse, as his teeth scraped across Orlando's collarbone. He kept driving into Orlando, wrapped his fingers around Orlando's cock to stroke it roughly. His grin was feral when he lifted his head, his eyes dark, his face flushed...and Orlando thought his body would rupture from the erotic sight.
"Come..." Oh God, oh Christ...Orlando's orgasm hit him with the force of a hurricane, twisted and tumbled him into a black void of raw desire. Was sure his bones were exploding, rearranging...and all he could do was stare deep into Karl's eyes as shudder after shudder racked his body, each one more intense than the last.
Karl gasped, visibly struggling to keep his eyes open and locked with Orlando's. He continued to stroke, to thrust, then stiffened, letting his head fall to rest on Orlando's shoulder and chanting Orlando's name.
Orlando wasn't quite sure how long they both lay on the sofa, both panting and twitching. Orlando's head spun, his vision swam, his body was drenched in sweat, stomach covered in his own come. Karl was slumped over him, crushing him, but Orlando welcomed the weight. He'd wanted this for so long. "I never thought..."
"Never thought what?" Karl's tongue licked at Orlando's neck, lapping up drops of sweat. He shifted a bit, adjusted his position so he was leaning on an elbow, tongue still licking at Orlando's damp skin.
"We'd be..." Orlando sighed into the touch, traced his palm over Karl's shoulder and tricep. "Wanted...God, I wanted..." He blinked his eyes open, tried to focus on Karl.
"Yeah," Karl murmured, lifting his head to look at Orlando. His fingers danced across Orlando's ribs in light, teasing touches. "I wanted, too."
No matter what happened, Orlando would not regret this. Couldn't regret it. The craving had been killing him, eating at his soul. Karl's still needy eyes met his in understanding, acceptance. No need for words now--words would come later. The next 24 or so hours belonged to them...Orlando would be damned if he would spoil it. "I think I'd like to rim you in the shower," he stated conversationally, watched hazel eyes go hot, felt Karl's muscled body tense with need. "Isn't there one down here we could use? Or do you want to leave, go someplace else."
"No, here is good." Karl sounded a little breathless as he stood and pulled Orlando up to press against him. One hand swept down Orlando's back to cup his ass, kneading it as Karl leaned in for a swift kiss. "Unless you had someplace else in mind..."
"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."
"If I felt uncomfortable, you wouldn't be here." Karl looked deep into Orlando's eyes and smiled. One finger traced a cheekbone, causing Orlando to shiver, and Karl's smile widened. "And we certainly wouldn't be doing this. Would you be more comfortable someplace else?"
Good enough. Orlando curved his body against Karl's, licked another bead of sweat from Karl's chin. "I want you wherever you are. The place doesn't mean a fuck to me," he stated.
"Good." Karl started to back up, pulling Orlando with him, a naughty grin playing over his mouth. "I'm getting in the shower now. If you want me, you'll have to come with me. And I remember something being said about rimming...."
"And I intend to do just that before I fuck you into the wall," Orlando promised, and allowed himself to be pulled, trading long, sweeping kisses. They stumbled into the bathroom, still intent on each other, on finally exploring flesh that had been forbidden for so long.
Karl reached behind him, hand fumbling for the knobs, turning on the water without looking away from Orlando. His hunger, his need, was plain on his face, in the way his body trembled. He barely gave the water time to heat up before he stepped into the shower, pulling Orlando with him. "God, wanted you so fucking long," he murmured, hands racing over Orlando's skin as the water poured over them.
"I know." Orlando ducked his head under the spray, twisted in Karl's arms, licked hot water from Karl's collarbone. "That first day..."
"Yeah." Karl grinned, tilted his head back when Orlando's tongue moved up his throat and along the underside of his jaw. "I had to fight to keep from throwing you down in the backyard."
Orlando laughed, the sound resounding off the tiles. "Hell, I knew from that first handshake." He slid up Karl's slippery body, trailed small bites along the curve of Karl's cheek and earlobe.
"Glad to know I wasn't the only one," Karl laughed, the sound a little strained and breathy. He leaned back against the wall, slid his hands over Orlando's slick chest. "But the kiss...God, I wanted to just push you to the ground and...yeah..."
"It was all I could do to turn away," Orlando confessed, pushing Karl's wet hair off of his forehead. Steam surrounded them, enveloped them as lips met again and bodies strained against each other.
"Still don't know whether or not I'm glad you did," Karl stated, trailing his lips over Orlando's jaw and down his throat as his hands swept down to rest on slim hips. He lifted his head, shook his hair back, smiled at Orlando.
"Better this way. Turn around."
Karl closed his eyes for a brief moment. When he opened them again, Orlando's breath caught in his throat. But Karl just smiled, licked his lips, and turned. He braced his hands against the wall, rested his forehead on the wet tile, slid his feet apart...and just stood there, body relaxed and waiting for whatever Orlando wanted to do to it.
Orlando licked water off Karl's spine, eased down on his knees, nibbling and soothing damp skin with his teeth and tongue. "You have such a perfect ass," he commented, biting down on a cheek.
Karl flinched a bit, breath leaving his lungs in a shaky laugh. He glanced over his shoulder, shook water out of his face, grinned. "Then do something with it."
"I'm taking my time," Orlando grinned back, delivering a light, wet smack to the other cheek. His grin turned wicked when Karl flinched, then arched into the touch. Interesting...he'd have to remember that. But, for now...Orlando spread Karl's cheeks with his hand, dove between them with his tongue, licking and spearing at the muscled ring.
"Jesus!" Orlando's tongue had Karl's fingers scratching against the tiles as his body arched again, hips pushing back, seeking more. A soft groan escaped, followed by an even softer thunk as Karl let his head fall forward to rest against the wall once more.
Orlando was relentless, voracious. His tongue pushed inside, curling at the edges, pumping in rhythmic strokes. One hand reached around Karl's hip to close around him, started to move his fist in time with his tongue.
Karl moaned deep in his throat, hips pushing back against Orlando's tongue, thrusting forward into his fist. His upper body leaned against the wet tiles for support, face turned, cheek resting against the cool wetness as steam swirled around their bodies. "Fuck..." Karl's voice was close to a whimper as he trembled, curled his hands into fists.
Orlando felt the trembling in Karl's limbs, the tightening of the cock in his still-moving fist. Wanted Karl to shatter for him...worked his tongue faster, ignored the water stinging his eyes, just wanted to bring Karl off now...
"Oh fuck...Jesus..." Karl's body stiffened, wracked with tiny tremors. His head fell back, water pouring over his face as he came, voice hoarse and ragged as he chanted Orlando's name.
It was the most sublime of sounds. Orlando slithered up Karl's wet body, used Karl's come to coat his cock, pushed the head inside Karl's ass, hands clenched to lean hips. "Tell me if I hurt you," he whispered, teeth catching the bottom of Karl's earlobe as he slid inside.
"Fuck..." Karl gasped, groaned, pushed back against Orlando, one hand reaching behind him to grasp Orlando's hip. "Fuck that. Wasn't gentle with...you..."
No, he hadn't been. "Thanks for the reminder," Orlando groaned, then slammed forward, setting a vicious, manic pace. Water flowed, steam swirled, and it choked Orlando in wetness, surrounded him in heat.
"That's...it...yeah..." Karl's body writhed against Orlando's, hips rocked back into Orlando's every thrust. One hand scrabbled at the wet tiles, the other slid down to Orlando's thigh, fingers digging into the muscles there as Karl turned his head to watch Orlando from the corner of his eye.
"Goddamn, you're hot." Orlando pulled Karl's head back, slanted his mouth over Karl's as he hammered into willing flesh over and over. Karl's tongue curled around Orlando's, slid over it, coaxed it into his mouth so he could suck on it. He continued to rock back, welcoming every brutal thrust, tightening his muscles around Orlando's cock, fingers sliding up and down his thigh.
Orlando bit down on Karl's shoulder when he came, teeth leaving crescent marks on hard flesh. Fuckfuckyes...the world imploded around him, leaving him at the center of a black hole sucking him dry, leaving him with nothing except Karl's name on his lips.
Karl cried out, his head snapping back against Orlando's shoulder, hips pushing hard against Orlando, fist reaching down to circle his cock and stroke it roughly. "Fuck...Orlando..."
"Shh...I've got you." Orlando reversed their positions, leaned against the wall, pulling Karl against him, didn't give him time to breathe, didn't want him to recover. "Again...now..."
Karl pushed Orlando against the wall, reaching down, using the shower gel as lube. He slicked it over his cock, and then he was inside, cock still throbbing, aching, needing. "Oh...fuck...you've got the tightest ass..." He groaned and began to move, setting a hard, rough pace.
Trembling...Orlando was still trembling, body shaking from the force of his last orgasm, was sent hurtling toward another by Karl's hard cock inside him, moving in him, filling him. "Make me come, Karl." The words echoed off the tile as Orlando writhed and bucked, was slammed into the wall by the force of Karl's thrusts.
Karl drove into Orlando relentlessly, one hand gripping his hip tight enough to leave marks, the other sliding around, over wet skin to wrap around Orlando's cock. His hand moved in time with his hips, stroking, squeezing, everything rough, brutal. His teeth closed on the side of Orlando's neck, then his tongue licked over the spot and up to Orlando's ear. "Come for me," he whispered, tongue flicking out to trace the contours of that ear. "Want you to come apart while I fuck your sweet ass..."
"Oh God..." Orlando was too spent to do anything more than slump into Karl's body when he came, hands spasming on Karl's hips.
Karl groaned, his hand easing, becoming gentle. He leaned in, pressing kisses up the side of Orlando's neck, then he pressed his face in the juncture of shoulder and neck as he came, Orlando's name passing his lips in a soft gasp.
"Karl...I just..." Orlando sank to the bottom of the tub, legs no longer able to support him.
Karl followed him down, sitting in the bottom of the tub and pulling Orlando half into his lap. Gentle hands stroked Orlando's back, soothed the tremors that raced through him. "Just what?" Karl murmured, lips soft against Orlando's forehead, his own body still trembling.
Don't say it, don't say it, don't fucking think it... "Nothing," Orlando mumbled, and turned into Karl's arms, seeking warmth.
"What?" Karl wrapped Orlando in his arms, tipped Orlando's chin up with one hand. He searched Orlando's eyes for a moment, then his mouth curved in a faint smile. "What, Orlando?"
"You know."
Karl's laugh was soft, familiar, his breath warm against Orlando's cheek. "So tell me anyway." His thumb stroked Orlando's bottom lip.
Orlando blinked slowly up at Karl, snaked out his tongue to trace along Karl's thumb. Looked into that beautiful face, those amazing eyes...and couldn't lie anymore. "I love you."
"You love me." Karl sighed, closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, he was smiling. His hands cupped Orlando's face, his lips covered Orlando's in a soft, brief kiss, and he murmured, "I love you, too. So what the hell do we do now?"
***
"I'm not sure of what I should do
When everything I'm thinking of is you"
Karl stood there, head down, feeling the rain beat down his head and body. Fuck. He glared up at the clouds, reached down to snatch his helmet up from the muddy ground, and stalked towards the trailers. Six weeks of fucking artificial rain and fucking night shoots, and they still had three more weeks of fucking night shoots to go. And three more weeks of fucking rain, too. He growled in response to Craig's hail and kept walking. Fuck him. And fuck everyone. He was beginning to hate this movie. He was pretty sure he wasn't the only one, either.
"You're in a lovely mood tonight."
Karl whirled to face the speaker, calming only a little when he saw Orlando standing there, still in his armor, wig hanging lank around his wet and dirty face. "You could say that."
"Come on, then."
Karl allowed himself to be dragged into the small trailer he shared with Bernard, watched in tired bemusement as Orlando pushed him down on the small sofa and walked to the kitchenette. "What's this?"
"It's going to be me fixing us some tea if I could find the bloody package," Orlando growled, flinging open cabinet after cabinet, seeming to take satisfaction in the banging.
"It's in that cabinet," Karl said after Orlando had slammed a few more doors. He tried not to laugh when Orlando turned and frowned at him. "What? You didn't ask."
"Fucker," Orlando muttered, snatching the box. He slammed the kettle on the stove, yanked the knob.
Karl covered his mouth with one hand, watching Orlando over his fingers. God, but he was fucking sexy when he was pissed. His hand dropped swiftly when Orlando glared at him again, and he bit his lip hard to keep from smiling. "Anything else you need?"
"To beat the piss out of someone, a hot shower and a blowjob." Orlando whirled, pushed dirty strands of wig out of his face. "Why? You think PJ would set up a boxing ring if we asked?"
Karl blinked. Then he lost his composure, falling over on the small sofa and laughing. "Oh...God..." he gasped, waving one hand. A hot shower, a blow job, and a boxing ring...nice to know the kid had his priorities straight. Karl continued to howl with laughter, curling up in a ball as a small, rational part of his brain asked him just what the hell he was doing.
Orlando stood for another moment, staring down at Karl before exhaustion and hilarity caught up with him. He sank to the floor, overcome with deep laughter, leaning back against the wall. "I'm s-serious," he managed to get out before a fresh wave of laughter claimed him.
"I k-know..." Karl rolled off the sofa, landing on the floor with a thump that did nothing to stop his laughter. He was tired, wet, cold, pissed off...and there was nothing amusing about the situation at all. So he kept telling himself. But it was several more long minutes before he could stop laughing long enough to breathe.
"God..." Orlando's laughter had subsided to mere chuckles. "I hate this fucking place," he grinned, bumping his head against Karl's shoulder.
"You're not the only one," Karl said, a few random chuckles escaping as he wiped his eyes and leaned against Orlando. "Fucking rain...."
Orlando slid down a bit more, brushed his knee against Karl's companionably. "Fucking scene..."
"Fucking mud..." Karl propped his back against the sofa and closed his eyes, his leg shifting to bump against Orlando's.
"Fucking country..." The soft voice was right up against Karl's ear, and he turned to it, eyes fluttering open. Saw Orlando. Right. There.
"Fucking hell..." His lips were on Orlando's before he finished the sentence.
Every nerve he had woke up screaming, and Karl's hands were tangled in Orlando's blond wig before he was aware of moving. He heard a groan, wasn't sure if it came from him or Orlando, as his tongue explored Orlando's mouth. Cinnamon and smoke and some odd, tangy flavor that reminded Karl of fresh oranges. That was what Orlando tasted like. And fuck all if it wasn't the most addictive thing. It had been far too long since he tasted those lips...a fucking lifetime. Karl set about correcting the mistake.
When they finally parted, gasping for air, Karl was surprised to find Orlando tangled in his lap. "Again," Orlando murmured, dragging Karl's lips to meet his, slipping his tongue inside Karl's open mouth. If anything, this kiss was even hotter than the first one, burst through Karl's body like sunshine, left him hot, sweaty, aching.
"Christ...." Karl whispered the word along Orlando's jaw, his fingers delving beneath armor and leather and velvet, finding the bare skin of Orlando's back. He wanted Orlando naked, wanted Orlando on the floor beneath him...and he wanted it now. And it was wrong. So very fucking wrong. He lifted his head, opened his mouth to speak, and was once more ensnared by hot eyes the color of rich coffee. "Fuck..."
"This is so..." Orlando chewed his lower lip, hands trembling. He didn't move from Karl's lap. "What the hell are we doing?"
"I don't know," Karl sighed and closed his eyes, his forehead resting against Orlando's. What were they doing? Damned if he knew. He loved Harry. But Orlando... Ah Christ....
"I love Viggo," Orlando whispered, tracing the soft skin of Karl's neck and throat. "I shouldn't be...you shouldn't..."
"No, we shouldn't," Karl whispered, turned his head so his lips touched Orlando's ear. "I love Harry. And this..."
"...it's wrong," Orlando finished, turning his lips to meet Karl's, the kiss fragile and brief.
"Yes, it is." Karl leaned back once more, Orlando still in his lap. It was wrong. In so many ways. But why the hell did it feel so fucking right? He sighed, lifted one hand to cup Orlando's cheek.
They both breathed sighs of relief and regret when the teakettle whistled, fracturing the heavy spell. "I'll get our tea," Orlando said, placing another soft kiss on Karl's lips before sliding off of him and walking to the tiny stove.
Karl pushed himself back up onto the sofa and watched Orlando. Before he could say anything, the door opened, and Viggo walked into the small trailer. "There you are!"
"Hey, Vig," Karl said, managing a weak smile. He rubbed a hand over his face and looked out the window. Anywhere but at the man whose lover had just been in his lap.
"Nice to see you two hiding out from the rain and leaving the rest of us to turn into popsicles," Viggo teased, looking from Karl to Orlando.
"You weren't around," Orlando replied archly, his eyes and stance betraying nothing except teasing and love. "Fancy some tea?"
"I'd love some." Viggo flopped on the sofa next to Karl, shook water out of his wig. "Fucking rain..."
"Fucking mud," Karl said before he stopped to think. Then his eyes darted to Orlando, and he took in the wide eyes and slightly paler than normal complexion. Shit.
"The rain's worse," Viggo replied as he stretched his legs out in front of him and took the cup of tea that Orlando offered.
"Much," Orlando agreed, passing Karl's mug to him with only a slight brush of fingers. He sat next to Viggo, leaned on his shoulder. And Karl tried not to think about how natural and right they looked together.
"So, was he boring you about the trails again?" Viggo asked Orlando, kissing his forehead. "He's been dying to get some riding in when we finish this fucked up shoot."
"I didn't say a word about the trails." Karl held up a hand, grinned. It was the truth. Of course, he wasn't about to tell Viggo what he had said. Or done. And certainly not when Viggo still had his sword strapped around his waist. Karl liked his head right where it was, thank you very much.
Viggo rolled his eyes and slid an arm around Orlando's shoulders. "Sure you didn't."
"He was too busy boring me with golfing stories," Orlando replied, grinning around Viggo's arm at Karl. And Karl was amazed at this kid's acting ability. If he hadn't known...
"And at least he had the decency to pretend to be interested," Karl stated, grinning back at Orlando. "Unlike some people I won't name."
"I know you're not talking about me," Viggo laughed, dropping another kiss on Orlando's forehead. Karl looked away, watching the rain falling outside the window.
***
"I can't shake this feeling from my head
There's a devil sleeping in my bed"
It felt like Orlando had been waiting his entire life for this. Just snuggling next to Karl, legs entwined, listening to his steady heartbeat, fingers curled in the crisp hairs trailing down Karl's stomach. They'd finally made it to the guestroom, drying each other off with towels and tongues, both collapsing on cotton sheets in exhausted bliss.
"If you think any louder," Karl murmured, sounding amused as his fingers stroked the back of Orlando's neck, "I'm going to go deaf."
Orlando grinned, kissed Karl's shoulder. "I was just thinking how much I'd been wanting this. Just this."
"Yeah, this is pretty nice." Karl slid his fingers under Orlando's chin, tilted his face up for a slow kiss. He smiled when they parted, his thumb brushing across Orlando's bottom lip.
How had he gone so long without this touch, those lips on his? Orlando was surprised they'd lasted as long as they did. "Do you realize it's been almost a year since we met?"
Karl blinked, his fingers pausing as they slid up into Orlando's hair. "Has it been that long?" He shook his head and laughed softly. It was one of the sweetest sounds Orlando could ever remember hearing. "Damn. How'd we manage to go a year without ending up here before now?"
"Fucking willpower, mate."
"Well, it's gone now," Karl said with a chuckle. He kissed Orlando again and pulled him closer, his fingers moving once more, up into Orlando's hair, back down his neck to his shoulders.
Not just gone...but fractured into a thousand tiny shards. "This is going to change everything." Orlando snuggled deeper into the crook of Karl's shoulder. "I don't know what we're going to tell them. But I can't live like this anymore."
"We'll figure it out together." Karl's lips whispered across Orlando's forehead, the touch soothing, comforting. "I won't live like this anymore. It's not fair to us, and it's not fair to them."
"I still love him," Orlando admitted, his voice soft.
"And I still love Harry," Karl replied with a quiet sigh. "Probably always will. But it's not...it's different now. Has been for a long time.
"Fuck..." Orlando didn't know what to say, didn't know what could be said. They'd been living a lie for so long that this...Orlando had no idea how to act. All he knew was he wasn't letting Karl go again. No matter what happened.
Karl wrapped both arms around Orlando and held him for a long moment. Then he pulled back, dropped a soft kiss on Orlando's lips. "I don't know what will happen, but we'll face them together. I'm through acting like you're nothing more than a friend."
Orlando smiled, traced his tongue around Karl's lips. "Make me come again." Orlando wanted to stop thinking...they could do that tomorrow. Tonight and tomorrow morning were for them.
"I plan on doing that as often as I can." Karl smiled, tongue snaking out to lick at Orlando's, sliding over and around it and into Orlando's mouth as his hand slid down Orlando's stomach to close around his cock.
Orlando sank into the kiss for a timeless moment, allowed himself to drift into Karl's touch. So soft, light, the long fingers on him moving at just the right speed, the right pressure. "Want your mouth," he managed to gasp, arching his back in supplication.
Karl didn't reply, just slid down the bed, lips and tongue moving over Orlando's chest. He licked a path down the flat stomach, paused for a few minutes to lick and tease Orlando's navel. Then he was settling between Orlando's thighs, nuzzling his groin, hand still stroking his cock. "I want you to watch me," he said, voice soft as he lifted his head and met Orlando's eyes. Then his tongue was out, licking at the head of Orlando's cock like it was a gourmet treat.
Orlando's breath caught, died in his throat. Watch...oh yes. There was no way he could look away. Reached blindly for a pillow to prop his head so he wouldn't miss a thing, could watch with beautiful clarity as his cock disappeared in the hollow of Karl's mouth. "Oh God..."
Karl's tongue played over the hard flesh as it slid into his mouth. He pulled back, swirled his tongue around the tip, and then repeated his motions, taking in more. The entire time, his hands roamed over Orlando's thighs, nails scratching lightly. The entire time, his eyes remained locked with Orlando's, witness to every emotion that flitted across Orlando's face.
Had the universe always consisted of Karl's mouth and tongue? Of Karl's eyes on him, hands stroking him? Orlando couldn't remember anything else. "Please," he rasped, lifting his hips off the bed. Please.
Karl just smiled, lips curving around Orlando's cock as he moved languidly, altering his speed and rhythm by minute amounts. Never pausing, never taking his eyes from Orlando's, he lifted the bottle of lube from the nightstand, squeezed some out on his fingers. Then, still watching and sucking and licking, he eased one finger into Orlando, moving it slowly, pushing deeper until he brushed the small bundle of nerves. And his lips curved into yet another smile when Orlando rolled into his orgasm, sighing Karl's name, floating on fairy wings of molten dust. Finally, he closed his eyes, felt Karl curl up around him again. "Love you," he murmured, sleep already claiming him as he snuggled back into Karl's warm chest.
"Love you," Karl whispered back, pulling the blanket up over them and wrapping his arms around Orlando. He closed his eyes, listened to Orlando's soft breathing, and was asleep in minutes.
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