Fic: Everywhere (Chris Pine/Karl Urban)
Title: Everywhere
Pairing: Karl Urban/Chris Pine
Fandom: RPS
Summary: Chris still sees Karl everywhere
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 860
Beta: florahart
A/N: Written for the help_haiti auction. The winner, greenabsinthe, prompted Chris/Karl: I hear you're living out of state / running in a whole new scene / You know I haven't slept in weeks / you're the only thing I see. This is the January ficlet for that auction. I hope you enjoy it, hon!
It’s been months since filming on Priest wrapped, and he’s not even in LA anymore, but that doesn’t mean anything. Chris still sees Karl everywhere. At the gym in the mornings, bitching about pretty boys and their color coordinated workout clothes. At the coffee shop, wondering why people pay so much for a cup of foam. At Chris’ favorite clothing store, amazed at how much he’s willing to spend for a pair of jeans that fit his ass perfectly. In Chris’ bed, sweaty and sticky and snoring as he holds onto Chris so tight it’s like he’s afraid of letting go. In the mornings, after they make the same mistakes over and over again and Karl can’t meet his eyes because the guilt always replaces the pleasure in the harsh light of dawn.
There haven’t been any phone calls this time. No text messages or emails. Nothing at all since the broken goodbye before Karl went back to his life, went back to the wife he loves despite what he feels for Chris, went back to the children that make it all even more complicated and wrong. After Trek wrapped, there was publicity all over the world, sneaking into hotel rooms and running away from the paparazzi like it was an adventure or a game, stolen moments when Karl didn’t think about Natalie and the boys before the guilt would make him swear it was the last time until the next night and the next hotel room. After Priest wrapped, it’s like Chris is a dirty little secret that Karl wants to forget, needs to forget, and Chris should hate him, should never want to see him again, should let it go and move on.
Olivia is a wonderful woman. There could possibly be a future with her, if he were interested in one. She understands Chris in some ways that not many others do, and he enjoys spending time with her. But she’s not Karl. No matter how hard he tries to let go, he feels like he’s stumbling through the darkness, lost and confused and unable to betray Karl by taking the final step and becoming intimate with her. Which is so fucked up Chris can’t even explain it considering Karl’s wife and the silent treatment that’s followed the time they spent together in LA while Karl was filming Priest.
It was different than what they had during Trek. Then, it had been undeniable attraction and instant friendship and eventually sex that was just as passionate as it was guilt-ridden and cautious. This time, they got too close. It was too easy for the lines to begin to blur. It was like this ideal existence between the two of them as they spent so much time together and they fucked every chance they got and they worked on different projects with a balance that still let them live when they were together. And it’s over now because Karl got scared.
Chris is sure of it even if his emails go unanswered and his voicemails are ignored. It can’t be a guilty dirty secret when Karl starts to want it more than he wants his real life. At least, that’s how Chris sees it. It gives him something to think about on sleepless nights when he tosses and turns and notices how empty his bed feels when he’s the only one in it. It’s too quiet without Karl breathing, without the snoring Karl always denies with a grin and roll of his eyes, without soft whispers of words against his skin when Karl thinks he’s asleep.
His mood is starting to worry Olivia, turning her from a potential partner into a surrogate sister as she asks nosy questions and prods him to go out more. He’s even got an email from John about his surly behavior with paparazzi, as if Chris’ universal dislike of the press is somehow crossing lines now. Zach cornered him at an awards show, asking what crawled up his ass and died, which is Zach-speak for concern over his well-being. But Karl hasn’t contacted him at all. Chris thought he might hear something after the tabloids assumed he and Olivia were practically engaged, but there still hasn’t even been a single damn text.
When he sees photos of Karl’s filming in Toronto, Chris saves the images on his computer. He’s such a hypocrite, hating the paps yet coveting anything they get of Karl. He spends several days looking at the photos, still seeing Karl all over LA wherever he looks, feeling more lost than ever before until he breaks again and sends another text message. He rewrites it a dozen times, trying for witty and unaffected instead of desperate and needy. He finally settles on something a little snarky: Nice pants, but the tie doesn’t match. And he sends it knowing that Karl will know what he’s really saying: I miss you, I need you, I want you so much. Please.
Chris tosses the phone on his bed before lying down beside it, closing his eyes and waiting to see if, maybe this time, Karl will finally reply and guide him out of this darkness.
End
Pairing: Karl Urban/Chris Pine
Fandom: RPS
Summary: Chris still sees Karl everywhere
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 860
Beta: florahart
A/N: Written for the help_haiti auction. The winner, greenabsinthe, prompted Chris/Karl: I hear you're living out of state / running in a whole new scene / You know I haven't slept in weeks / you're the only thing I see. This is the January ficlet for that auction. I hope you enjoy it, hon!
It’s been months since filming on Priest wrapped, and he’s not even in LA anymore, but that doesn’t mean anything. Chris still sees Karl everywhere. At the gym in the mornings, bitching about pretty boys and their color coordinated workout clothes. At the coffee shop, wondering why people pay so much for a cup of foam. At Chris’ favorite clothing store, amazed at how much he’s willing to spend for a pair of jeans that fit his ass perfectly. In Chris’ bed, sweaty and sticky and snoring as he holds onto Chris so tight it’s like he’s afraid of letting go. In the mornings, after they make the same mistakes over and over again and Karl can’t meet his eyes because the guilt always replaces the pleasure in the harsh light of dawn.
There haven’t been any phone calls this time. No text messages or emails. Nothing at all since the broken goodbye before Karl went back to his life, went back to the wife he loves despite what he feels for Chris, went back to the children that make it all even more complicated and wrong. After Trek wrapped, there was publicity all over the world, sneaking into hotel rooms and running away from the paparazzi like it was an adventure or a game, stolen moments when Karl didn’t think about Natalie and the boys before the guilt would make him swear it was the last time until the next night and the next hotel room. After Priest wrapped, it’s like Chris is a dirty little secret that Karl wants to forget, needs to forget, and Chris should hate him, should never want to see him again, should let it go and move on.
Olivia is a wonderful woman. There could possibly be a future with her, if he were interested in one. She understands Chris in some ways that not many others do, and he enjoys spending time with her. But she’s not Karl. No matter how hard he tries to let go, he feels like he’s stumbling through the darkness, lost and confused and unable to betray Karl by taking the final step and becoming intimate with her. Which is so fucked up Chris can’t even explain it considering Karl’s wife and the silent treatment that’s followed the time they spent together in LA while Karl was filming Priest.
It was different than what they had during Trek. Then, it had been undeniable attraction and instant friendship and eventually sex that was just as passionate as it was guilt-ridden and cautious. This time, they got too close. It was too easy for the lines to begin to blur. It was like this ideal existence between the two of them as they spent so much time together and they fucked every chance they got and they worked on different projects with a balance that still let them live when they were together. And it’s over now because Karl got scared.
Chris is sure of it even if his emails go unanswered and his voicemails are ignored. It can’t be a guilty dirty secret when Karl starts to want it more than he wants his real life. At least, that’s how Chris sees it. It gives him something to think about on sleepless nights when he tosses and turns and notices how empty his bed feels when he’s the only one in it. It’s too quiet without Karl breathing, without the snoring Karl always denies with a grin and roll of his eyes, without soft whispers of words against his skin when Karl thinks he’s asleep.
His mood is starting to worry Olivia, turning her from a potential partner into a surrogate sister as she asks nosy questions and prods him to go out more. He’s even got an email from John about his surly behavior with paparazzi, as if Chris’ universal dislike of the press is somehow crossing lines now. Zach cornered him at an awards show, asking what crawled up his ass and died, which is Zach-speak for concern over his well-being. But Karl hasn’t contacted him at all. Chris thought he might hear something after the tabloids assumed he and Olivia were practically engaged, but there still hasn’t even been a single damn text.
When he sees photos of Karl’s filming in Toronto, Chris saves the images on his computer. He’s such a hypocrite, hating the paps yet coveting anything they get of Karl. He spends several days looking at the photos, still seeing Karl all over LA wherever he looks, feeling more lost than ever before until he breaks again and sends another text message. He rewrites it a dozen times, trying for witty and unaffected instead of desperate and needy. He finally settles on something a little snarky: Nice pants, but the tie doesn’t match. And he sends it knowing that Karl will know what he’s really saying: I miss you, I need you, I want you so much. Please.
Chris tosses the phone on his bed before lying down beside it, closing his eyes and waiting to see if, maybe this time, Karl will finally reply and guide him out of this darkness.
End