New Slash Ficlet: 'Singlet Porn'
Title: Singlet Porn
Author: kitty_trio
Fandom: Karl Urban RPS
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Karl Urban/Viggo Mortensen
Warnings: Slash
Beta: The ever talented lady__vaako. She has graciously encouraged and nurtured my love for all that is Karl. Thank you Milady! *snogs ya silly*
Feedback: Yes please!
Disclaimer: It’s Fiction! It never happened! All lies from a troubled mind. No money made from this fantasy. In short, nothing in this story is true regarding any real person mentioned.
Summary: Fellowship filming is done and new faces are arriving as The Two Towers principle photography begins.
Author’s Note and Dedication: Dear sweet jhobbit posted one of her mouth-watering Top Ten picspams of Karl’s arms mid-January. haldoor, jhobbit and I began a comment frenzy on this pic, Karl’s arms, tight jeans, undershirt/singlet regionalisms… Somewhere amidst the banter the loverly haldoor threw down the gauntlet and lobbed a plot bunny. So, jhobbit and haldoor: This is for you! Thank you for being so patient when I sent teases and took so long to link the pieces together. *kisses*
Fantabulous image used by permission from the delectable jhobbit
The young man stroked harder and faster as he watched the American. ‘Fucken hell, what was it about those cowboy jeans?’ They cupped the American’s arse perfectly as it bounced gently in the saddle. He sped up his efforts as horse and rider slowed to a walk and approached the stable. When the American dismounted, a groan slipped past his lips. The front of the jeans framed a fine piece of equipment also. ‘Fuck, fuck, hurry, he’s close, so close. Ahhh, just in time’.
Viggo brushed hat-mashed hair off his brow, slapping the Stetson against his thigh. The stable was cool and dim after the brightness of the New Zealand sun outside. A flash of white alerted him to the presence of another new stable hand. Shit! Is everyone on these islands gorgeous? The Kiwi was a poster-boy for Tall, Dark and Handsome. Viggo stood in the doorway letting his eyes adjust, and watched the young man settle the speckled-grey gelding in his stall. Snug jeans accentuated slim hips and muscular thighs and legs that seemed to go on forever. And fer damn sure, the street kids in LA didn’t fill out a white undershirt like that; he could see the dusky nipples from here. If the long dark hair and beard were meant to hide his face, it failed. The high cheekbones and luscious lips stood out all the more. The eyes were hidden in the shadows, but one brow was quirked in amusement as he approached with a bucket full of currying tools.
He led Uraeus further inside, “Hi, you the new guy?”
Karl dropped the last brush into the bucket after his hurried currying job. Whuffling in his ear, the gelding tried to nibble his hair. “Sorry mate, ‘m late for a meeting with one of the big Fellowship actors. I’ll finish yeh later.” He cuffed the grey’s nose playfully, before turning to meet the American actor. He held out his hand to greet the other “Yes, I’m…” he paused as the American placed the warmblood’s reins in his outstretched hand.
“Great! Can you give him a good rub-down? Normally I take care of him myself, but I’m supposed to meet some of the Rohirrim actors.” The American’s soft voice rushed on breathlessly, as blue-grey eyes raked Karl from head to toe before walking back out.
Continuing to hold the bucket Karl subtly adjusted himself in his jeans then looked around for his blue chambray. That’s right, Miranda had borrowed it earlier, no wonder he hadn’t heard his mobile recently. The Kiwi sighed at the number of missed calls that were likely waiting, and the tongue lashing he was sure to receive. Nat’s emotional rollercoaster during this phase of the pregnancy was straining both their nerves. Open relationship or not, his sex life had been severely hampered; familiarity with his fist just was not cutting it.
Karl chuckled as he handed the stallion’s reins to the groom. He was definitely going to send Sin one hell of a ‘thank you’ gift for getting him on this project. It was still hard to believe Harry sent dailies of ‘Price of Milk’ to Peter Jackson throughout the shoot. This was the biggest project this country has ever seen. And if he was interpreting the appraising look he’d just received, Parker and the others may not have been stretching the truth too much about the sexual adventures with the international cast. He scraped his hair back, anchoring it at his nape with a leather thong while he ambled out of the stable.
Heading to the trailer used as the horse wrangler’s office, Viggo shook off thoughts of the green-eyed beauty. There’d be plenty of time to discover what the new groom’s amused smirk meant. He reviewed what little he knew of the three actors he was meeting. He knew of and had seen some of Bernard Hill’s work. The Australian playing Eowyn has worked with Hugo. Lovely girl, he had said. And they’d just cast a Kiwi for Eomer. Some of the elves and stunties knew him from the Xena/Hercules projects, played a blond god or something. The three had recently arrived and were starting their training. Since he came down to the stables as often as he could, the actor thought this would be a good opportunity to get to know them before they began filming together.
Viggo grinned at the laughter wafting out as he stepped through the door. Sounds like another fun group to work with. Bernard, Miranda and he settled in and joked about the two newcomer’s riding lessons that morning as they waited for Karl.
“I’m surprised you didn’t run into him in the stable.” Miranda commented, a slight frown creasing her brow. “He’s a fine horseman and took care of our mounts while the two of us hobbled in here.” She squirmed in her seat, easing her saddle sore rear.
Bernard snorted and mumbled under his breath, “I foresee plenty of ‘horse lord riding’ quips once everyone gets an eyeful of him.” He winked broadly at Viggo’s arched eyebrow and Miranda’s blush. “None of that, lass. I saw where your eyes were most of the morning, and borrowing that because you were cold, my arse.” He teased indicating the blue shirt draped over the chair Viggo was leaning on.
'Shit, more eye candy,' Viggo thought. He was becoming convinced most everyone associated with these films was hired for sex appeal first, then talent. And as open and free-willing the sex-capades were during the ‘Fellowship’ filming, it was gonna be a mass orgy by the time they wrapped up in two years.
Lost in his musing, Viggo started when a muscled arm reached around him for the shirt and the heat and smell of an aroused male momentarily aligned his back. “Pardon me.” A silky Kiwi voice purred in his ear. Expecting a blond, it took a double-take to realize the actor who’d entered was the kid he’d just… ‘Shit, fuck, damn…’ assumed was a common laborer. The heat and lust wafting off the Kiwi was palpable as the two men shook hands. Blue-grey eyes wide and blushing scarlet, Viggo mumbled a quick hello before escaping to the far side of the room. ‘God damn! The kid was as hard as a rock. And that fuck-me challenge in his green eyes just begged to be taken up.’ He thought, blood rushing south.
“Karl! We were wondering where you’d disappeared.” Miranda gushed breathlessly after introducing Viggo. “You two must have just missed each other outside.”
Slipping on his chambray, a smirk firmly in place as the American leapt across the room to sit against the far wall, Karl quickly thumbed through his messages. “We did pass each other,” he answered. “Don’t think I made much of a first impression.” Green eyes crinkled and dimples flashed in amusement when the American apologized for mistaking Karl for a stable hand. “’s ok mate, I would’ve thought the same if I saw you stripped off to a singlet and currying yer own mount.” Licking his lips at what a lovely vision that would be he sprawled in the chair long legs angled toward the soft-spoken man, and deliberately hooked his arm over the spot that was still warm from Viggo’s hand.
Throughout the conversation Karl watched Viggo out of the corner of his eye as Viggo did the same with him. He was very curious if the American kept his hat in his lap to cover a similar bulge to the one straining his own jeans. The whisper-soft and slightly nasal voice was sending more blood to Karl’s groin with every passing moment. The man was definitely flirting and Karl was more than willing to see where it would lead. Hopefully with the reality of the impressive package the cowboy jeans had outlined earlier, fucking him through the nearest surface as soon as they can ditch the other two actors.
Viggo swore to himself as he once again almost moved the Stetson from his lap. He would elaborate a point with a hand movement, and it was natural to want to place the hat properly brim-up in the side table. Each time he would catch the dark-haired Kiwi’s smirk and his cock would twitch and remind him why he was keeping the hat where it was. Fuck, the young actor was a tease. Sprawled as he was, the unbuttoned blue shirt gaped to show the thin undershirt and outline of one very prominent nipple. Sitting low in the chair and impossibly long muscled legs stretched out and wide, Karl also had no problem displaying the hard-on trapped in the snug jeans. ‘Shit, that’s gotta be strangling him.’ Viggo licked at his lips when the Kiwi raked a dark lock off his brow.
Bernard was finally winding down a theatre story Viggo would normally find hilarious. Right now he only wanted to take up the challenge and lust sparking in Karl’s dark green eyes. Those luscious plump lips had him envisioning them wrapped around his cock as he directed the young man’s movements with fists-full of the longish hair.
Eventually, Miranda remembered another appointment, and the four exited the office. Saying he was going to finish a task started in the stable, Karl headed in that direction after arching an eyebrow at Viggo. “Yeah, need to check on the stallion,” he mumbled and tried to walk casually after the Kiwi. The stable better be free of anyone, because he was going to bend Tall-Dark-and-oh-so-fuckable over the first available surface.
Viggo again paused at the stable’s entrance. This time the flash of white… ‘Singlet’ Karl had called it… drew him to a stall at the back of the building. Leant against the thatch wall, Karl was slowly rubbing the sizable erection straining the zip of his jeans. "So, yeh gonna fuck meh, or has the game changed since I'm not a lowly stable-hand?" Karl growled, green eyes flashing with desire.
Cock twitching at sight of Karl drawing off the tight singlet, he stepped forward to press against the younger man. "Mouthy bugger aren't you?” he placed a hand to either side of the Kiwi’s head and ground their hips together. “As much as I’d love to put those lips to better use, my cock buried deep in your ass sounds a lot better," he rasped, lowering his head to bite the pert nipple that had been driving him insane with lust.
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‘Fucken hell.’ Karl thought as he grabbed his sweat-soaked singlet from the bale of hay. Who would’ve thought the quiet-spoken American was a screamer? He shoved a few inches of the white cotton into Viggo’s mouth whilst growling at the older man to shut the fuck up. He dug his fingers into the slim hips leant over the saddle and once again shoved his cock deep into the tight channel. Both let loose low groans as balls slapped balls. Needing better purchase, Karl removed one hand to push both men’s jeans further down. ‘There, that’s better’, he bent his knees and thrust hard again and again, the tip of his cock scraping over the spot that had Viggo jerking and emitting continuous moans into the makeshift gag.
“Yeh stay quiet, I’ll let yeh come.” Karl purred into one ear before biting and sucking on the lobe. Moving to the other ear, he continued, “Yeh get these animals stirred up and bring a wrangler down here,” he paused for a few deep thrusts, “You’ll be wearin’ that leather thong a very long time.” Each word emphasized by another hard thrust into the willing body beneath his.
Within minutes Karl’s balls tightened as his climax neared. “Gonna fill yeh now. Shoot so deep you’ll be able to taste my cum.” He growled as he pulled back until the tip was almost out of the hot body. Another pause for a deep breath and realign his aim, then shoved in to the hilt, shooting streams of cream into Viggo’s depths.
Viggo lay draped over the saddle helplessly as he was thoroughly fucked by the young Kiwi. He reveled in the taste and smell of the green-eyed man as he continued mewling into the undershirt. The bit of leather that once held back those dark locks now strangled his cock and balls. ‘Come, come, come, yes please, anything to come.’ echoed in his brain. He clenched his muscles and pressed back as much as he could as he felt Karl’s body tense. They both collapsed when the young man came hard.
Before Viggo could suck in many panting breaths he was spun around, cock enveloped in the wet cavern behind the plump red lips, and the leather was removed. He held the cotton firmly to his mouth to muffle the roar when his climax rushed from his body.
As his cock was licked clean, the Kiwi’s amused voice drifted past the blood thumping in his ears. “So, yeh gonna make any more jokes about ‘riding horse lords’?”
Author: kitty_trio
Fandom: Karl Urban RPS
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Karl Urban/Viggo Mortensen
Warnings: Slash
Beta: The ever talented lady__vaako. She has graciously encouraged and nurtured my love for all that is Karl. Thank you Milady! *snogs ya silly*
Feedback: Yes please!
Disclaimer: It’s Fiction! It never happened! All lies from a troubled mind. No money made from this fantasy. In short, nothing in this story is true regarding any real person mentioned.
Summary: Fellowship filming is done and new faces are arriving as The Two Towers principle photography begins.
Author’s Note and Dedication: Dear sweet jhobbit posted one of her mouth-watering Top Ten picspams of Karl’s arms mid-January. haldoor, jhobbit and I began a comment frenzy on this pic, Karl’s arms, tight jeans, undershirt/singlet regionalisms… Somewhere amidst the banter the loverly haldoor threw down the gauntlet and lobbed a plot bunny. So, jhobbit and haldoor: This is for you! Thank you for being so patient when I sent teases and took so long to link the pieces together. *kisses*
Fantabulous image used by permission from the delectable jhobbit
The young man stroked harder and faster as he watched the American. ‘Fucken hell, what was it about those cowboy jeans?’ They cupped the American’s arse perfectly as it bounced gently in the saddle. He sped up his efforts as horse and rider slowed to a walk and approached the stable. When the American dismounted, a groan slipped past his lips. The front of the jeans framed a fine piece of equipment also. ‘Fuck, fuck, hurry, he’s close, so close. Ahhh, just in time’.
Viggo brushed hat-mashed hair off his brow, slapping the Stetson against his thigh. The stable was cool and dim after the brightness of the New Zealand sun outside. A flash of white alerted him to the presence of another new stable hand. Shit! Is everyone on these islands gorgeous? The Kiwi was a poster-boy for Tall, Dark and Handsome. Viggo stood in the doorway letting his eyes adjust, and watched the young man settle the speckled-grey gelding in his stall. Snug jeans accentuated slim hips and muscular thighs and legs that seemed to go on forever. And fer damn sure, the street kids in LA didn’t fill out a white undershirt like that; he could see the dusky nipples from here. If the long dark hair and beard were meant to hide his face, it failed. The high cheekbones and luscious lips stood out all the more. The eyes were hidden in the shadows, but one brow was quirked in amusement as he approached with a bucket full of currying tools.
He led Uraeus further inside, “Hi, you the new guy?”
Karl dropped the last brush into the bucket after his hurried currying job. Whuffling in his ear, the gelding tried to nibble his hair. “Sorry mate, ‘m late for a meeting with one of the big Fellowship actors. I’ll finish yeh later.” He cuffed the grey’s nose playfully, before turning to meet the American actor. He held out his hand to greet the other “Yes, I’m…” he paused as the American placed the warmblood’s reins in his outstretched hand.
“Great! Can you give him a good rub-down? Normally I take care of him myself, but I’m supposed to meet some of the Rohirrim actors.” The American’s soft voice rushed on breathlessly, as blue-grey eyes raked Karl from head to toe before walking back out.
Continuing to hold the bucket Karl subtly adjusted himself in his jeans then looked around for his blue chambray. That’s right, Miranda had borrowed it earlier, no wonder he hadn’t heard his mobile recently. The Kiwi sighed at the number of missed calls that were likely waiting, and the tongue lashing he was sure to receive. Nat’s emotional rollercoaster during this phase of the pregnancy was straining both their nerves. Open relationship or not, his sex life had been severely hampered; familiarity with his fist just was not cutting it.
Karl chuckled as he handed the stallion’s reins to the groom. He was definitely going to send Sin one hell of a ‘thank you’ gift for getting him on this project. It was still hard to believe Harry sent dailies of ‘Price of Milk’ to Peter Jackson throughout the shoot. This was the biggest project this country has ever seen. And if he was interpreting the appraising look he’d just received, Parker and the others may not have been stretching the truth too much about the sexual adventures with the international cast. He scraped his hair back, anchoring it at his nape with a leather thong while he ambled out of the stable.
Heading to the trailer used as the horse wrangler’s office, Viggo shook off thoughts of the green-eyed beauty. There’d be plenty of time to discover what the new groom’s amused smirk meant. He reviewed what little he knew of the three actors he was meeting. He knew of and had seen some of Bernard Hill’s work. The Australian playing Eowyn has worked with Hugo. Lovely girl, he had said. And they’d just cast a Kiwi for Eomer. Some of the elves and stunties knew him from the Xena/Hercules projects, played a blond god or something. The three had recently arrived and were starting their training. Since he came down to the stables as often as he could, the actor thought this would be a good opportunity to get to know them before they began filming together.
Viggo grinned at the laughter wafting out as he stepped through the door. Sounds like another fun group to work with. Bernard, Miranda and he settled in and joked about the two newcomer’s riding lessons that morning as they waited for Karl.
“I’m surprised you didn’t run into him in the stable.” Miranda commented, a slight frown creasing her brow. “He’s a fine horseman and took care of our mounts while the two of us hobbled in here.” She squirmed in her seat, easing her saddle sore rear.
Bernard snorted and mumbled under his breath, “I foresee plenty of ‘horse lord riding’ quips once everyone gets an eyeful of him.” He winked broadly at Viggo’s arched eyebrow and Miranda’s blush. “None of that, lass. I saw where your eyes were most of the morning, and borrowing that because you were cold, my arse.” He teased indicating the blue shirt draped over the chair Viggo was leaning on.
'Shit, more eye candy,' Viggo thought. He was becoming convinced most everyone associated with these films was hired for sex appeal first, then talent. And as open and free-willing the sex-capades were during the ‘Fellowship’ filming, it was gonna be a mass orgy by the time they wrapped up in two years.
Lost in his musing, Viggo started when a muscled arm reached around him for the shirt and the heat and smell of an aroused male momentarily aligned his back. “Pardon me.” A silky Kiwi voice purred in his ear. Expecting a blond, it took a double-take to realize the actor who’d entered was the kid he’d just… ‘Shit, fuck, damn…’ assumed was a common laborer. The heat and lust wafting off the Kiwi was palpable as the two men shook hands. Blue-grey eyes wide and blushing scarlet, Viggo mumbled a quick hello before escaping to the far side of the room. ‘God damn! The kid was as hard as a rock. And that fuck-me challenge in his green eyes just begged to be taken up.’ He thought, blood rushing south.
“Karl! We were wondering where you’d disappeared.” Miranda gushed breathlessly after introducing Viggo. “You two must have just missed each other outside.”
Slipping on his chambray, a smirk firmly in place as the American leapt across the room to sit against the far wall, Karl quickly thumbed through his messages. “We did pass each other,” he answered. “Don’t think I made much of a first impression.” Green eyes crinkled and dimples flashed in amusement when the American apologized for mistaking Karl for a stable hand. “’s ok mate, I would’ve thought the same if I saw you stripped off to a singlet and currying yer own mount.” Licking his lips at what a lovely vision that would be he sprawled in the chair long legs angled toward the soft-spoken man, and deliberately hooked his arm over the spot that was still warm from Viggo’s hand.
Throughout the conversation Karl watched Viggo out of the corner of his eye as Viggo did the same with him. He was very curious if the American kept his hat in his lap to cover a similar bulge to the one straining his own jeans. The whisper-soft and slightly nasal voice was sending more blood to Karl’s groin with every passing moment. The man was definitely flirting and Karl was more than willing to see where it would lead. Hopefully with the reality of the impressive package the cowboy jeans had outlined earlier, fucking him through the nearest surface as soon as they can ditch the other two actors.
Viggo swore to himself as he once again almost moved the Stetson from his lap. He would elaborate a point with a hand movement, and it was natural to want to place the hat properly brim-up in the side table. Each time he would catch the dark-haired Kiwi’s smirk and his cock would twitch and remind him why he was keeping the hat where it was. Fuck, the young actor was a tease. Sprawled as he was, the unbuttoned blue shirt gaped to show the thin undershirt and outline of one very prominent nipple. Sitting low in the chair and impossibly long muscled legs stretched out and wide, Karl also had no problem displaying the hard-on trapped in the snug jeans. ‘Shit, that’s gotta be strangling him.’ Viggo licked at his lips when the Kiwi raked a dark lock off his brow.
Bernard was finally winding down a theatre story Viggo would normally find hilarious. Right now he only wanted to take up the challenge and lust sparking in Karl’s dark green eyes. Those luscious plump lips had him envisioning them wrapped around his cock as he directed the young man’s movements with fists-full of the longish hair.
Eventually, Miranda remembered another appointment, and the four exited the office. Saying he was going to finish a task started in the stable, Karl headed in that direction after arching an eyebrow at Viggo. “Yeah, need to check on the stallion,” he mumbled and tried to walk casually after the Kiwi. The stable better be free of anyone, because he was going to bend Tall-Dark-and-oh-so-fuckable over the first available surface.
Viggo again paused at the stable’s entrance. This time the flash of white… ‘Singlet’ Karl had called it… drew him to a stall at the back of the building. Leant against the thatch wall, Karl was slowly rubbing the sizable erection straining the zip of his jeans. "So, yeh gonna fuck meh, or has the game changed since I'm not a lowly stable-hand?" Karl growled, green eyes flashing with desire.
Cock twitching at sight of Karl drawing off the tight singlet, he stepped forward to press against the younger man. "Mouthy bugger aren't you?” he placed a hand to either side of the Kiwi’s head and ground their hips together. “As much as I’d love to put those lips to better use, my cock buried deep in your ass sounds a lot better," he rasped, lowering his head to bite the pert nipple that had been driving him insane with lust.
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‘Fucken hell.’ Karl thought as he grabbed his sweat-soaked singlet from the bale of hay. Who would’ve thought the quiet-spoken American was a screamer? He shoved a few inches of the white cotton into Viggo’s mouth whilst growling at the older man to shut the fuck up. He dug his fingers into the slim hips leant over the saddle and once again shoved his cock deep into the tight channel. Both let loose low groans as balls slapped balls. Needing better purchase, Karl removed one hand to push both men’s jeans further down. ‘There, that’s better’, he bent his knees and thrust hard again and again, the tip of his cock scraping over the spot that had Viggo jerking and emitting continuous moans into the makeshift gag.
“Yeh stay quiet, I’ll let yeh come.” Karl purred into one ear before biting and sucking on the lobe. Moving to the other ear, he continued, “Yeh get these animals stirred up and bring a wrangler down here,” he paused for a few deep thrusts, “You’ll be wearin’ that leather thong a very long time.” Each word emphasized by another hard thrust into the willing body beneath his.
Within minutes Karl’s balls tightened as his climax neared. “Gonna fill yeh now. Shoot so deep you’ll be able to taste my cum.” He growled as he pulled back until the tip was almost out of the hot body. Another pause for a deep breath and realign his aim, then shoved in to the hilt, shooting streams of cream into Viggo’s depths.
Viggo lay draped over the saddle helplessly as he was thoroughly fucked by the young Kiwi. He reveled in the taste and smell of the green-eyed man as he continued mewling into the undershirt. The bit of leather that once held back those dark locks now strangled his cock and balls. ‘Come, come, come, yes please, anything to come.’ echoed in his brain. He clenched his muscles and pressed back as much as he could as he felt Karl’s body tense. They both collapsed when the young man came hard.
Before Viggo could suck in many panting breaths he was spun around, cock enveloped in the wet cavern behind the plump red lips, and the leather was removed. He held the cotton firmly to his mouth to muffle the roar when his climax rushed from his body.
As his cock was licked clean, the Kiwi’s amused voice drifted past the blood thumping in his ears. “So, yeh gonna make any more jokes about ‘riding horse lords’?”