Engineering Love, Epilogue: Karl/Eric fic
Title: Engineering Love, Epilogue (final part)
Characters: Karl Urban/Eric Bana, Hugh Jackman, several of my own characters representing family and friends of Eric in Australia.
Rating: M
Beta: The always generous siluria
Word Count: 886 words this final part
Disclaimer: I've used real people's names to write this story, but just assume I am giving each of them an acting job using their own name; I have no knowledge of their real lives or family, and this story is a fiction I created for love not money.
Warnings: Use of homophobic language used by less than tolerant characters; this does not reflect my own attitudes.
Summary: This is a follow-up to The Mechanics of Love, set a few years later, when Eric and Karl, now well into their 20's, have been in an established relationship for some time. In this story, they go to Australia to visit Eric's family when his father turns sixty, and unexpectedly run into someone Eric knew years ago, before he was sent to NZ...
Author's Notes: Just a small scene at the airport on Eric and Karl's arrival back in NZ. Thank you to anyone who has been reading this; I know it was a long time coming, and in this day and age of everything being binge-able, this has taken a while to get posted, so I appreciate you sticking with me! ;-)
Can also be read here on AO3
Previous chapters on LJ: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six
The flight back to New Zealand was only a couple of hours, but Karl was glad it wasn't any longer. He and Eric were both over six feet tall and being cooped up in those airline seats was not funny when there was barely enough room for your legs.
He virtually ran through the terminal towards the baggage claim, almost leaving Eric behind a couple of times.
"Jesus, mate, what's your hurry?" Eric asked as they arrived in time to see bags only just beginning to spill onto the revolving luggage belt.
Karl gave him a half-grin and dumped his cabin bag on the floor so he could stretch. "Just glad to be off that tin death-trap."
"You never said you didn't like flying."
"Eh, it's okay. I just hate being squashed into those seats. At least you had an aisle and could stretch your legs out a bit. But all the same, I'm glad to be home."
"Me too," Eric said, finally offering a pleased smile himself. "Who'd have thought it would turn out like it did, though?"
"That's my bag." Karl moved closer to the moving luggage and reaching for the distinctive green bag he'd chosen especially because it was easy to spot.
Eric hummed as he squinted at the bags trying to find his own - a black bag in a sea of black bags.
"Told you," Karl said, hauling his bag off the claim and giving a superior grin to his boyfriend.
"Yeah, yeah," Eric replied. "Just because you don't mind being a show-off. I happen to like my bag, thank you very much. Ah, there it is." He waggled his eyebrows, then pulled a random black bag off the belt to check its tag. "See, it's not so hard."
"I don't know how you figured it was yours, but good on ya, mate." Karl clapped a hand on Eric's shoulder and then hoisted his cabin bag over his shoulder and picked up the bigger bag in one hand.
Eric picked up his gear too, and they headed for the shuttle.
"You think Terry and Hugh will be okay?" Karl asked.
"I hope so," Eric replied. "I have this feeling it'll work out, even though my family probably won't be too impressed. Terry's old enough to know what he wants, and I'm really glad they found each other. Thank you for helping with that. If it wasn't for you, I doubt they'd be together now."
"I didn't do much."
Eric stopped Karl with a hand on his arm, and Karl turned back to see the most grateful expression on Eric's face.
"You did. I was going to forget all about Hugh and leave him to Kate and whatever misery they faced together. And as for Terry… I can't get over the fact I never realised about him. I mean, he could have told me, but I get why he didn't." He shook his head, and moved closer to Karl. "It means a lot to me that you cared enough about someone from my past to try and fix things for him when you didn't have to, and I haven't thanked you properly for that."
Karl looked around, but no one was paying them the least amount of attention. He grinned lasciviously. "I can wait till we get home for the full thank you."
Eric laughed. "I wasn't exactly suggesting we should become exhibitionists right here at the airport, but I doubt anyone would care if I kissed you right now."
"Go on, then," Karl encouraged, sure Eric would back out of such a public display of affection.
To his complete surprise, Eric let go of his suitcase handle and came in even closer, pressing his lips to Karl's without so much as a glance around them. He held the back of Karl's neck gently and deepened the kiss to the point where Karl was worried he'd have to adjust his jeans. Despite this, Karl didn't break off the kiss until Eric let go of him.
They grinned at each other stupidly for a moment, and then Karl became aware of a couple of women off to his left. He felt his face heat up as he looked at them properly, but they were smiling. They both clapped as he let out a nervous laugh and Eric turned to see what he was looking at.
"Way to go!" one of them called out.
"Oh, Jesus," Eric muttered under his breath, his face reddening too.
Karl managed a half-bow towards the two women. "Come on, before they start cheering."
With that, Eric grabbed his suitcase again, and they took off.
They were both grinning by the time they got to the shuttle and checked in with the driver. Climbing into the back seat, Eric said, "I can't believe I just did that."
"Me neither," Karl agreed, "but I'm glad you did. We should be able to, no matter what other people think."
"Don't think those two girls were against it, even if I did feel embarrassed that they saw us."
"It just goes to show that sometimes two men kissing can make other people feel good."
"True." Eric gave him a fond look. "And if I have my way, we'll engineer some more of those good feelings before too long."
Karl laughed. "I can't wait."
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END
Characters: Karl Urban/Eric Bana, Hugh Jackman, several of my own characters representing family and friends of Eric in Australia.
Rating: M
Beta: The always generous siluria
Word Count: 886 words this final part
Disclaimer: I've used real people's names to write this story, but just assume I am giving each of them an acting job using their own name; I have no knowledge of their real lives or family, and this story is a fiction I created for love not money.
Warnings: Use of homophobic language used by less than tolerant characters; this does not reflect my own attitudes.
Summary: This is a follow-up to The Mechanics of Love, set a few years later, when Eric and Karl, now well into their 20's, have been in an established relationship for some time. In this story, they go to Australia to visit Eric's family when his father turns sixty, and unexpectedly run into someone Eric knew years ago, before he was sent to NZ...
Author's Notes: Just a small scene at the airport on Eric and Karl's arrival back in NZ. Thank you to anyone who has been reading this; I know it was a long time coming, and in this day and age of everything being binge-able, this has taken a while to get posted, so I appreciate you sticking with me! ;-)
Can also be read here on AO3
Previous chapters on LJ: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six
The flight back to New Zealand was only a couple of hours, but Karl was glad it wasn't any longer. He and Eric were both over six feet tall and being cooped up in those airline seats was not funny when there was barely enough room for your legs.
He virtually ran through the terminal towards the baggage claim, almost leaving Eric behind a couple of times.
"Jesus, mate, what's your hurry?" Eric asked as they arrived in time to see bags only just beginning to spill onto the revolving luggage belt.
Karl gave him a half-grin and dumped his cabin bag on the floor so he could stretch. "Just glad to be off that tin death-trap."
"You never said you didn't like flying."
"Eh, it's okay. I just hate being squashed into those seats. At least you had an aisle and could stretch your legs out a bit. But all the same, I'm glad to be home."
"Me too," Eric said, finally offering a pleased smile himself. "Who'd have thought it would turn out like it did, though?"
"That's my bag." Karl moved closer to the moving luggage and reaching for the distinctive green bag he'd chosen especially because it was easy to spot.
Eric hummed as he squinted at the bags trying to find his own - a black bag in a sea of black bags.
"Told you," Karl said, hauling his bag off the claim and giving a superior grin to his boyfriend.
"Yeah, yeah," Eric replied. "Just because you don't mind being a show-off. I happen to like my bag, thank you very much. Ah, there it is." He waggled his eyebrows, then pulled a random black bag off the belt to check its tag. "See, it's not so hard."
"I don't know how you figured it was yours, but good on ya, mate." Karl clapped a hand on Eric's shoulder and then hoisted his cabin bag over his shoulder and picked up the bigger bag in one hand.
Eric picked up his gear too, and they headed for the shuttle.
"You think Terry and Hugh will be okay?" Karl asked.
"I hope so," Eric replied. "I have this feeling it'll work out, even though my family probably won't be too impressed. Terry's old enough to know what he wants, and I'm really glad they found each other. Thank you for helping with that. If it wasn't for you, I doubt they'd be together now."
"I didn't do much."
Eric stopped Karl with a hand on his arm, and Karl turned back to see the most grateful expression on Eric's face.
"You did. I was going to forget all about Hugh and leave him to Kate and whatever misery they faced together. And as for Terry… I can't get over the fact I never realised about him. I mean, he could have told me, but I get why he didn't." He shook his head, and moved closer to Karl. "It means a lot to me that you cared enough about someone from my past to try and fix things for him when you didn't have to, and I haven't thanked you properly for that."
Karl looked around, but no one was paying them the least amount of attention. He grinned lasciviously. "I can wait till we get home for the full thank you."
Eric laughed. "I wasn't exactly suggesting we should become exhibitionists right here at the airport, but I doubt anyone would care if I kissed you right now."
"Go on, then," Karl encouraged, sure Eric would back out of such a public display of affection.
To his complete surprise, Eric let go of his suitcase handle and came in even closer, pressing his lips to Karl's without so much as a glance around them. He held the back of Karl's neck gently and deepened the kiss to the point where Karl was worried he'd have to adjust his jeans. Despite this, Karl didn't break off the kiss until Eric let go of him.
They grinned at each other stupidly for a moment, and then Karl became aware of a couple of women off to his left. He felt his face heat up as he looked at them properly, but they were smiling. They both clapped as he let out a nervous laugh and Eric turned to see what he was looking at.
"Way to go!" one of them called out.
"Oh, Jesus," Eric muttered under his breath, his face reddening too.
Karl managed a half-bow towards the two women. "Come on, before they start cheering."
With that, Eric grabbed his suitcase again, and they took off.
They were both grinning by the time they got to the shuttle and checked in with the driver. Climbing into the back seat, Eric said, "I can't believe I just did that."
"Me neither," Karl agreed, "but I'm glad you did. We should be able to, no matter what other people think."
"Don't think those two girls were against it, even if I did feel embarrassed that they saw us."
"It just goes to show that sometimes two men kissing can make other people feel good."
"True." Eric gave him a fond look. "And if I have my way, we'll engineer some more of those good feelings before too long."
Karl laughed. "I can't wait."
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END