Fic: Mate with Benefits 16/?
TITLE: Mate with Benefits 16/?
AUTHORS: rufferto and kitty_trio
EMAILS: rufferto@twcny.rr.com and kittyTsapphire@yahoo.com
PAIRING: Craig Parker/Karl Urban, Marton Csokas, Mark Ferguson
RATING: NC-17
WARNING: Slash
FEEDBACK: Yes, please
SUMMARY: A long time ago, Craig and Karl were young men. They first met on Shortland Street, and at the time, they had no idea what was happening to them. It was just Lust, right? Why then did it hurt so much?
DISCLAIMER: We don't own Craig Parker and Karl Urban and are not making any money from this fic. We don't claim this happened. We don't know Craig Parker or Karl Urban or their sexual preferences. In short, nothing in this story is true regarding any real person mentioned. This is all fiction.
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lickable manips by rufferto
Bébé James/Karl by eomers_mistress
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Karl stretches carefully on the bed. He’s been dozing off and on all day, and is getting sick of the inactivity. No matches of any worth are on the telly, no movies sound interesting. He did have a book he’d started to read before he left for Auckland. “Ki… Craig? Can you go find my book?” He calls into the kitchen.
Craig is currently attempting to find a particular ingredient Mari had asked him for. The other man was setting a small tray for Karl and looks up. He raises an eyebrow at Craig, "He's getting testy." Mari comments. "Should I go in and try and calm him down?"
"It's on your bag near the bed, Love." Craig calls back into the bedroom. He does a double take glance at Mari who looks as if he's being innocent, but. "Uh, ok. I know I have that spice here somewhere."
Mari lopes down the hall, pausing once again in the master bedroom doorway. What he wouldn’t give to share that lovely bed with the two boys. Instead, he sighs, bashful-blue-eyes and he were moving the boy’s effects into that room. “We’ll have tea ready in a short while. Which bag and which book do you need?” he asks suppressing a grin at Karl’s grumpy expression.
“Fucken hell Mari! Fucken bored out of me mind back here!” Karl shifts against the sheets restlessly. “Can’t you talk Craig into letting me get up and Fucken Move! Or somethin’?”
"I could think of something to entertain you," Mari half-jokes, winking. His eyes slide up and down Karl's delicious frame. "Patience kiddo. You're not going anywhere." The taller man sits on the edge of the bed. "Now then, where does it hurt?"
Craig starts to mix the biscuits together, knowing how much Karl likes them fresh and home made. His mind drifts once again to the good looking man he just sent to his lover's bedroom and something strange stirs in his gut.
“Get off it mate! Your games don’t work for me.” He takes the book Marton finds, but tosses it on the bed not even interested in it. “Need a change in scenery, everyone has been so hush-hush about the new master bedroom, when are the two of you going to be done moving stuff so I can finally see what all the fuss is about.”
"Tonight, Lover." Mari laughs, using his pet name for Karl, generally just because he knows it teases him. "We're almost done, but Craig is tired, you know? I thought I'd make him rest tonight. He's been upset ever since you got hurt. That fellow, what's his name Mark said he'd be by later to help move the rest of your stuff." Mari fluffs the back of Karl's pillow. His hands rest on the other man's tense shoulders. "You need to relax, let Uncle Mari help with that."
Karl sighs, exasperated at how the weekend was going. His lover was wearing himself out, and because he was cranky and in pain, having Mari around was irritating for some reason. He shrugs off Mari’s hands and petulantly tells him to go finish getting tea ready.
Mari grins, even Karl’s pout was sexy with those full lips. God’s they’d look delightful wrapped around… he sighs. Don’t start down that path just yet. Marton rises from the bed promising to return shortly. His smile widens as he re-enters the kitchen. Craig is leant over putting something in the oven. The boy’s tracksuit outlines a very nice arse. Making an excuse to brush his partial arousal against that sweet bum, Mari stirs his creation on the stovetop.
Craig gives a yelp of surprise and shuts the oven door. Mari was awfully close just then, did he mean to be? The smaller man glances over his shoulder, "Hey, don't scare me like that." He chides, trying hard to keep color from entering his cheeks. He forces himself to look anywhere but down. Maybe he had been imagining it? Was Mari aroused? Did something happen in the bedroom? "Just put the biscuits in. They'll be ready in ten minutes." He says quickly. "I'll go check on Karl if you can start the tea." Anything to get out from under those eyes.
He fairly runs to the bedroom and hurries inside, "Tea will be ready soon. Did you find the book?" He reaches over to take one of Karl's hands and kisses it. Just what he needs to forget Mari's eyes.
Karl’s face brightens at seeing his lover. “Hey Kitten, thought you were engrossed in learning all of Mari’s cooking tricks.” He runs a finger tip over Craig’s lips, “Sorry ‘m such an arse, making yeh work so hard, c’mere and lay down with me. Can’t make love to you, but can hold you a bit, eh.”
Craig obligingly settles next to his lover and wraps his arms around him. He licks and kisses the finger that teases his lips. "You're in pain. I don't mind." He rests his head against Karl's neck and closes his eyes a moment, just breathing in Karl. "Love you."
“Mm yeh, love you.” Karl breathes into Craig’s hair. God, just holding his lover calmed him immensely.
In the kitchen Marton hums whilst adding the finishing touches to his soup. Bashful hasn’t returned yet, pity. Such a beautiful boy. He sets out more chinaware and silver. The bread is done, and his soup. He piles the tray high with their meal. He wonders if his status as cook and waiter will warrant a prized place between the young love-birds snuggled so pleasantly on the bed.
Craig kisses Karl's neck again, licking his spot. He knows that Karl can't make love to him, but there's nothing stopping him from loving him. He trails a hand down his lover's chest and slips it under the waist of the loose shorts. "A little desert for after tea, perhaps?" He whispers in Karl's ear. Of course they would, were they alone "Will help the hours go by."
Karl lifts into the questing hand, smirking as no spasm follows the blood flowing south. “Yeh, love your special brand of desert.” His cheeks turn pink when he notices Marton in the doorway with a loaded tray of food. “Uh Kitten, maybe we uh, need to wait?”
Craig blushes hotly when he sees Marton, "Oh sorry." He quickly sits up, providing a comfortable place for Karl to lean against. "I'm uh. well." he stammers, unable to say anything coherent. "You must be hungry, love. Made the biscuits the way you like them." He rubs Karl's shoulder nervously.
“No, I was enjoying the show,” Marton leers teasingly. Fuck, the boys are randy bunnies. He wonders how hard a fucking would wear one or both out. He steps in motioning with the tray. “Soup’s on. Oh Craig, why don’t you grab that small table and I’ll serve?” Once the smaller boy complies, Marton settles in the vacated spot and begins filling bowls with steaming soup. “It’s hot! Here, Craig put that pillow between you as a place to hold the bowl.” He continues to direct the other two until he is now in the prime spot of being snug against Karl’s backside as support to the bruised tailbone.
Craig's eyes widen when he turns to see the position Marton is in. A small part of him wants to cry out in frustration. No one should be leaning up against Karl like that. He'd never been jealous before, but he was now. Especially given how friendly Marton was with him. Craig settles the tray down slipping in on Karl's other side. "You'll feel better once you eat something, love." he tells his lover gently, forcing all jealousy aside.
Karl, oblivious to the undercurrents, digs into the soup, complementing both men on making favored items. The interrupted play from earlier has pleasant ideas swirling in his head. Every time Karl catches Craig’s eye, he makes a point of licking at his lips or fingers or accidentally-on-purpose nudging his knee under Craig’s thigh. When he’s finished eating, he absently pats Mari’s hip, “Thanks mate, your longer legs really helped keep the pressure off my back.”
Craig groans inwardly, he's getting hard already, and the meal wasn't even done. Worse yet, Mari was still in the room, and Karl was touching him! He pets the side of Karl's head, unconsciously stroking his ear.
Marton’s hooded eyes glitter at how easy the two boys can arouse each other. Not willing to end the play he pulls back enough so Karl cannot feel how aroused he’s becoming.
Karl nearly purrs at the contact to his most sensitive spot. Sometimes all Craig had to do was look at his Kitten’s special place and Karl’s cock would twitch happily. Mari’s leg shifting beneath his hand brings him to the awareness he and Craig are not alone. He brushes off Craig’s fingers, and yawns hugely. “Was very good, making me sleepy.” He hopes Craig will get the silent message to hurry back to bed and their ‘special’ desert.
Craig laughs, "Karl....It's only 3 in the afternoon. Not time for bed yet." He shakes his head. "Besides, Mark will be here in an hour, but I guess I can stay here with you and keep you company. You don't mind do you, Marton?" He lifts his eyes at the elder man, looking up under his lashes in the way he knows that gets every man to do what he wants.
Marton’s cock jumps and his eyes dance. So, the kitten did have some wiles? Delicious! He gathers the dishes and Karl’s discarded book. “I’ll clear up and let you two ‘nap’,” he emphasizes the word with a quirk of a brow. “Was up quite early to make the drive down, curling up with a book will suit me fine.” For now, he adds to himself.
Karl flops to the pillows groaning. “Only afternoon? Fucken endless day.” He grouses.
“Poor baby. Just think, tonight we will be in a very nice bed.” He positions himself and begins to massage Karl’s neck. Steady fingers move carefully up and down the stiff tendons. “If you relax, I’ll give you some…desert.” Craig urges Karl’s top off and pulls a pillow down for his back to lean against. “There. Now you’re comfy.”
Karl’s arms circle Craig’s back, fingers questing beneath his lover’s shirt. “God’s love, yeh calm me with just a touch. Wanna bury myself in you so much…” he sighs in frustration. It felt like it had been forever since they’d made love. One hand snakes down the back of Craig’s shorts and lightly squeezes one globe. “How’s yer bum been feeling?” He groans when his lover’s fingers tug on a peeked nipple.
“You can. I have an idea.” Craig kisses Karl’s jaw. “I am feeling fine, my dear, and I really want you to feel pleasure not pain.” He dips his hand into a small pouch and draws out the lube as well as some of his special cream. “This works wonders. First I want to make sure you’re comfortable.” He arranges the pillows around Karl, putting one under his head then arranging the smaller ones on either side and under his back. All the while he rubs his lover’s skin, gently massaging. “Just tell me when you feel fully supported.”
Karl shifts and rolls as Craig arranges the pillows, praying the recent doses of pain and anti-inflammatory meds keep the spasms at bay. His bum is cradled in a circle of tightly tucked pillows. “Yeh love perfect, feels hella better than that damned donut cushion thing.” He pulls his lover down for a simple kiss, but is soon lost in the taste of his gorgeous Kitten.
Craig works his tongue into Karl’s lips, conscious of every move he makes. He is sure not to lean too much weight on any one particular area. His hands are always soothing as he rubs sore, tight muscles. He pulls away when they both need to breathe and nudges his lover’s nose. “Now, you’re not to move, I’ll do all the work.” He pulls one more bottle out of his pouch of many bottles and reveals it as Crab-tree and Evelyn oil. He dabs a little of it onto his hand. It smells a bit like a spring breeze. Before Karl can say anything he begins to rub it into the other man’s chest, smiling as it makes him glisten. His thumbs brush over sweet nipples and move down his sides, the small amount of oil covering a surprising amount of space. “It’s good for tense muscles.” He explains. “How does that feel?”
“Mmm, smells like you love. Love the feel of your hands all over me.” Karl’s eyes are closed as he floats on a cloud of arousal and relaxation and narcotics. He should be sleepy, but everywhere Craig’s hands touch, little flames of desire lick over his skin, energizing his whole body. His cock is twitching and leaking in his shorts as his head falls back against the pillows.
Craig easily manages to pull of Karl’s shorts and boxers. He pours a bit of lube on his hands and begins to swath his lover’s cock, delighting in the way it hardens with every moment that passes. He slides his legs apart and lifts his arse so that their cocks nudge together. With some effort he slips a finger into his own entrance to test. There is a slight, very slight burn, but he is able to slip in further. The other hand cradles both of their cocks. “Just think of pleasant things. Don’t open your eyes.”
Karl’s eyelids flutter at the command but stay closed. “Way your cock feels against mine makes tha’ very easy…” His voice hitches on a moan. “Fuck me love, yer ‘ands feel so good.”
“You’re beautiful all slick and glistening.” Craig gasps as he swirls the finger within him, the burn has definitely eased. Maybe the medication has really been helping. He adds another finger and touches his prostrate. The smaller man gives a low moan. “Want me, Karl?” He asks. The hand holding their cocks pumps them both forward very slightly.
“Ungh… always love.” It’s an effort not to lift into the strokes of Craig’s fist. The sensitive vein along the underside of his cock throbs in time to the blood he can feel pulsing through his lover’s.
“Don’t move, you’ll hurt yourself if you move. Rest your hands on my thighs.” He whispers. In the process, of removing his lovers clothing, Craig has removed his pants and shirt. He finally pulls out his fingers now more than ready to feel Karl within him. With some effort he lifts himself up and lets go of his own cock to hold Karl’s in position. Not that it has any trouble remaining hard and jutting up. With a soft moan he pushes down.
Karl runs his hands up the flexing muscles of Craig’s thighs, fingers curling around to the backs and up to the gentle curve of his Kitten’s arse. When his shaft is encased in his lover’s passage, another deep moan matches Craig’s. He cups the twin globes of the arse sliding down until seated in his lap. “Fu… Love…” is all he’s capable of saying.
“You can look now.” Craig encourages his lover. His own hands, now released, draw circles in the glistening oil on Karl’s chest, running over his nipples and down again. When he has his lover deep within, he lifts up and down, pushing with his knees. “Feel good?” He whispers.
“Can’t ye’ve killed meh.” Karl rasps. His eyelids flutter again in the effort to open against the assault of fingers on his hot flesh and hot sheath riding his cock. All he can do is flex his hands on Craig’s arse guiding his love’s movement as best he can.
Marton hears the soft moans and cries and pads back to the bedroom, curiosity getting the better of him. The door is open a crack and he glances inside. What he sees takes his breath away and his cock begs for attention. Leaning back against the wall, he quickly captures his randy cock in his hand. While watching through the tiny slit, he pumps himself eagerly. So fucking beautiful. By God they are exquisite.
Craig titters a laugh. “Hopefully not before you come.” He starts to move a little faster, measuring the moans from his lover every time he works the hard cock within him. He angles himself slightly so that his prostrate is teased and the sensation nearly throws him off balance.
The stutter of Craig’s movement finally opens Karl’s eyes and he gasps at how exquisite his lover looks. Dark green eyes bore into deep blue ones as Craig’s red lips part with a sigh each time they maneuver to stroke Karl’s cock across the button deep inside his body. “Could come just from watching yer gorgeous face.” One hand still squeezes the fleshy globe it surrounds, the other comes forward to wrap around Craig’s shaft. He runs his thumb up and down the prominent vein with short forays to swipe the fluid welling at the tip.
“Careful, don’t move too much.” Craig warns. He shifts a pillow slightly to adjust for the way Karl’s arm has moved. Then he continues his quest to give his lover the best orgasm he’d ever received. “Feel so good…so hard.” Craig moans, licking his kiss swollen lips. He deliberately touches that button within each time, causing his whole body to shudder violently and low cries to escape his lips. When Karl’s thumb swipes at him, he nearly swoons.
Marton has never seen anything so spectacular as Craig Parker in the throws of passion. Watching him fuck himself on Karl is one thing. Watching him come undone is another.
“Tha’s it Love… come undone for me…” Karl’s fist matches the pace of Craig’s writhing body is riding his. He licks at his lips wanting to taste his sweet Kitten, but knows moving from their current positions would wreak chaos on the angle his cock is striking Craig’s prostrate. The clenching of Craig’s body is making it harder to hold off a too quick orgasm.
Marton’s eyes trail back and forth between the boys, he tugs faster and harder. The sweat glistening on Karl’s chest and the so bitable nipples is mesmerizing. The mewls and shudders coming from Craig spark answering pulses of need deep in his gut.
Urging his lover on, Karl smears more precum on the throbbing cock in his hand. “So gorgeous when you come undone like this… just for me. Come for me Kitten. Wanna feel yeh clench and squeeze my come from me.”
Craig whines, knowing that he can’t resist the urge to release with Karl talking like that. The words roll over him like flames and he jerks a couple of times as finally the warm seed spills forth onto his lover’s hand. Throughout his body little spasms continue to wrack him as he tries to keep up the pace he is moving. Dizzy and disoriented, Craig clings to coherency so that he doesn’t hurt his lover.
“J…jesus….please…Karl.” He whispers as he tries to gain control over himself before he causes the beautiful man beneath him more pain.
Watching Craig shudder so beautifully through his climax, Mari has to bite into his lip to stave the orgasm approaching fast. He needs to hold out long enough to see Karl through his release.
“Ahhh, Love… “ Karl gasps, eyes wanting to close when his love’s body squeezes around his shaft. “So gorgeous… want meh? Ungh…” he gives a few shallow thrusts unable to stay still any longer. Both hands pull Craig’s hips tight to his as his balls empties his seed deep into his lover’s body.
Craig cries out as thrusts deepen Karl’s cock into his body. “No, Karl….you’ll hurt…” He gasps, trying to figure out how to restrain his lover. His hand moves to clutch his lover’s, guiding him through his release, trying to prevent him from moving too much with his legs. He’s barely coherent, eyes dazed and body shuddering with every moment that passes. “Please baby, don’t hurt yourself.”
More concerned for his lover still shaking in his arms, Karl tries to leer through his panting. “Never hurts… loving yeh.” His hands gently cup Craig’s hips up, and then pull him down to rest against his cum and oil covered chest. “Fuck, I love yeh,” he whispers as his tongue licks into Craig’s mouth.
Marton’s staggers into the bathroom after that display and his cum fills his hand just in time to pull down his shorts. He steadies himself against the sink, shuddering. Unbelievable. He’d never seen anything like that. True love, was hard enough between a man and a woman. He opens his eyes and takes a long breath as he stares at himself in the mirror. Steve was a passing fancy. He wondered if he’d ever get anyone like Craig or Karl in his life.
Craig curls against Karl, making certain that he’s not resting too much weight in any one place. “Love you too.” He kisses the younger man’s neck and lets his cock slide free. The release makes him sigh for the missed fulfillment. Almost instantly afterwards he feels a sharp burning which he ignores. Maybe it had been too early for them to have sex. He won’t let Karl know though. He smiles warmly, “And I love to have you inside me.”
Karl’s hands sweep up and down Craig’s back, a pain-free smile of relief and satiation on his face. “Yea, m’ favorite place,” he answers cheekily. The slick oil on his chest makes Craig’s slip and slide, providing a delicious friction to his still erect nipples. “Mmm, this oil is even more useful. Come rest a bit Love. This is what I missed most, jus’ holding you with us both covered in cum.”
Craig manages a giggle, happy now that Karl seems to not be in any pain. His arms wrap around his lover and he holds on the best he can. “We’ll have to try and take a bath, get you all cleaned up.” He smiles, “Maybe Marty will help us.” He kisses Karl’s neck again, “I missed this too. Missed you so much. It hurts when you’re gone.”
“Aww Kitten, hurts t’ be gone.” He then snorts a giggle. “No, no Mari. He saw more than enough when you were sucking me brains out in the…” his eyes twinkle and he mock shudders, “the pink bathroom.” His hands are back down softly massaging the curve of Craig’s arse, “I think I hear the shower running anyway, so just let me hold you for a while.”
He has no problem complying with that request. Craig cuddles against Karl and gives a soft little mewl of content in response to the term of endearment. “I think I’m going to have to deal with you gone a lot.” He sighs. “You’re going to be very popular with the ladies in the movies. I won’t have you to myself forever.” He traces a finger around Karl’s nipple.
“Shhh love. Not even sure how long they’ll keep me on the soap. May have to get a real job.” Karl licks and nibbles at Craig’s neck, he just wants to hold onto each moment he has with this special man. He settles Craig’s body against his soothing his lover to sleep, as his eyes get heavier and heavier.
Craig yawns softly and murmurs something incoherent. "Mmm...Nap..." He directs, even though Karl is doing the directing. Eventually, the smaller, contented man drifts off to sleep in a pleasure induced haze.
AUTHORS: rufferto and kitty_trio
EMAILS: rufferto@twcny.rr.com and kittyTsapphire@yahoo.com
PAIRING: Craig Parker/Karl Urban, Marton Csokas, Mark Ferguson
RATING: NC-17
WARNING: Slash
FEEDBACK: Yes, please
SUMMARY: A long time ago, Craig and Karl were young men. They first met on Shortland Street, and at the time, they had no idea what was happening to them. It was just Lust, right? Why then did it hurt so much?
DISCLAIMER: We don't own Craig Parker and Karl Urban and are not making any money from this fic. We don't claim this happened. We don't know Craig Parker or Karl Urban or their sexual preferences. In short, nothing in this story is true regarding any real person mentioned. This is all fiction.
Click button for previous chapters
lickable manips by rufferto
Bébé James/Karl by eomers_mistress
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Karl stretches carefully on the bed. He’s been dozing off and on all day, and is getting sick of the inactivity. No matches of any worth are on the telly, no movies sound interesting. He did have a book he’d started to read before he left for Auckland. “Ki… Craig? Can you go find my book?” He calls into the kitchen.
Craig is currently attempting to find a particular ingredient Mari had asked him for. The other man was setting a small tray for Karl and looks up. He raises an eyebrow at Craig, "He's getting testy." Mari comments. "Should I go in and try and calm him down?"
"It's on your bag near the bed, Love." Craig calls back into the bedroom. He does a double take glance at Mari who looks as if he's being innocent, but. "Uh, ok. I know I have that spice here somewhere."
Mari lopes down the hall, pausing once again in the master bedroom doorway. What he wouldn’t give to share that lovely bed with the two boys. Instead, he sighs, bashful-blue-eyes and he were moving the boy’s effects into that room. “We’ll have tea ready in a short while. Which bag and which book do you need?” he asks suppressing a grin at Karl’s grumpy expression.
“Fucken hell Mari! Fucken bored out of me mind back here!” Karl shifts against the sheets restlessly. “Can’t you talk Craig into letting me get up and Fucken Move! Or somethin’?”
"I could think of something to entertain you," Mari half-jokes, winking. His eyes slide up and down Karl's delicious frame. "Patience kiddo. You're not going anywhere." The taller man sits on the edge of the bed. "Now then, where does it hurt?"
Craig starts to mix the biscuits together, knowing how much Karl likes them fresh and home made. His mind drifts once again to the good looking man he just sent to his lover's bedroom and something strange stirs in his gut.
“Get off it mate! Your games don’t work for me.” He takes the book Marton finds, but tosses it on the bed not even interested in it. “Need a change in scenery, everyone has been so hush-hush about the new master bedroom, when are the two of you going to be done moving stuff so I can finally see what all the fuss is about.”
"Tonight, Lover." Mari laughs, using his pet name for Karl, generally just because he knows it teases him. "We're almost done, but Craig is tired, you know? I thought I'd make him rest tonight. He's been upset ever since you got hurt. That fellow, what's his name Mark said he'd be by later to help move the rest of your stuff." Mari fluffs the back of Karl's pillow. His hands rest on the other man's tense shoulders. "You need to relax, let Uncle Mari help with that."
Karl sighs, exasperated at how the weekend was going. His lover was wearing himself out, and because he was cranky and in pain, having Mari around was irritating for some reason. He shrugs off Mari’s hands and petulantly tells him to go finish getting tea ready.
Mari grins, even Karl’s pout was sexy with those full lips. God’s they’d look delightful wrapped around… he sighs. Don’t start down that path just yet. Marton rises from the bed promising to return shortly. His smile widens as he re-enters the kitchen. Craig is leant over putting something in the oven. The boy’s tracksuit outlines a very nice arse. Making an excuse to brush his partial arousal against that sweet bum, Mari stirs his creation on the stovetop.
Craig gives a yelp of surprise and shuts the oven door. Mari was awfully close just then, did he mean to be? The smaller man glances over his shoulder, "Hey, don't scare me like that." He chides, trying hard to keep color from entering his cheeks. He forces himself to look anywhere but down. Maybe he had been imagining it? Was Mari aroused? Did something happen in the bedroom? "Just put the biscuits in. They'll be ready in ten minutes." He says quickly. "I'll go check on Karl if you can start the tea." Anything to get out from under those eyes.
He fairly runs to the bedroom and hurries inside, "Tea will be ready soon. Did you find the book?" He reaches over to take one of Karl's hands and kisses it. Just what he needs to forget Mari's eyes.
Karl’s face brightens at seeing his lover. “Hey Kitten, thought you were engrossed in learning all of Mari’s cooking tricks.” He runs a finger tip over Craig’s lips, “Sorry ‘m such an arse, making yeh work so hard, c’mere and lay down with me. Can’t make love to you, but can hold you a bit, eh.”
Craig obligingly settles next to his lover and wraps his arms around him. He licks and kisses the finger that teases his lips. "You're in pain. I don't mind." He rests his head against Karl's neck and closes his eyes a moment, just breathing in Karl. "Love you."
“Mm yeh, love you.” Karl breathes into Craig’s hair. God, just holding his lover calmed him immensely.
In the kitchen Marton hums whilst adding the finishing touches to his soup. Bashful hasn’t returned yet, pity. Such a beautiful boy. He sets out more chinaware and silver. The bread is done, and his soup. He piles the tray high with their meal. He wonders if his status as cook and waiter will warrant a prized place between the young love-birds snuggled so pleasantly on the bed.
Craig kisses Karl's neck again, licking his spot. He knows that Karl can't make love to him, but there's nothing stopping him from loving him. He trails a hand down his lover's chest and slips it under the waist of the loose shorts. "A little desert for after tea, perhaps?" He whispers in Karl's ear. Of course they would, were they alone "Will help the hours go by."
Karl lifts into the questing hand, smirking as no spasm follows the blood flowing south. “Yeh, love your special brand of desert.” His cheeks turn pink when he notices Marton in the doorway with a loaded tray of food. “Uh Kitten, maybe we uh, need to wait?”
Craig blushes hotly when he sees Marton, "Oh sorry." He quickly sits up, providing a comfortable place for Karl to lean against. "I'm uh. well." he stammers, unable to say anything coherent. "You must be hungry, love. Made the biscuits the way you like them." He rubs Karl's shoulder nervously.
“No, I was enjoying the show,” Marton leers teasingly. Fuck, the boys are randy bunnies. He wonders how hard a fucking would wear one or both out. He steps in motioning with the tray. “Soup’s on. Oh Craig, why don’t you grab that small table and I’ll serve?” Once the smaller boy complies, Marton settles in the vacated spot and begins filling bowls with steaming soup. “It’s hot! Here, Craig put that pillow between you as a place to hold the bowl.” He continues to direct the other two until he is now in the prime spot of being snug against Karl’s backside as support to the bruised tailbone.
Craig's eyes widen when he turns to see the position Marton is in. A small part of him wants to cry out in frustration. No one should be leaning up against Karl like that. He'd never been jealous before, but he was now. Especially given how friendly Marton was with him. Craig settles the tray down slipping in on Karl's other side. "You'll feel better once you eat something, love." he tells his lover gently, forcing all jealousy aside.
Karl, oblivious to the undercurrents, digs into the soup, complementing both men on making favored items. The interrupted play from earlier has pleasant ideas swirling in his head. Every time Karl catches Craig’s eye, he makes a point of licking at his lips or fingers or accidentally-on-purpose nudging his knee under Craig’s thigh. When he’s finished eating, he absently pats Mari’s hip, “Thanks mate, your longer legs really helped keep the pressure off my back.”
Craig groans inwardly, he's getting hard already, and the meal wasn't even done. Worse yet, Mari was still in the room, and Karl was touching him! He pets the side of Karl's head, unconsciously stroking his ear.
Marton’s hooded eyes glitter at how easy the two boys can arouse each other. Not willing to end the play he pulls back enough so Karl cannot feel how aroused he’s becoming.
Karl nearly purrs at the contact to his most sensitive spot. Sometimes all Craig had to do was look at his Kitten’s special place and Karl’s cock would twitch happily. Mari’s leg shifting beneath his hand brings him to the awareness he and Craig are not alone. He brushes off Craig’s fingers, and yawns hugely. “Was very good, making me sleepy.” He hopes Craig will get the silent message to hurry back to bed and their ‘special’ desert.
Craig laughs, "Karl....It's only 3 in the afternoon. Not time for bed yet." He shakes his head. "Besides, Mark will be here in an hour, but I guess I can stay here with you and keep you company. You don't mind do you, Marton?" He lifts his eyes at the elder man, looking up under his lashes in the way he knows that gets every man to do what he wants.
Marton’s cock jumps and his eyes dance. So, the kitten did have some wiles? Delicious! He gathers the dishes and Karl’s discarded book. “I’ll clear up and let you two ‘nap’,” he emphasizes the word with a quirk of a brow. “Was up quite early to make the drive down, curling up with a book will suit me fine.” For now, he adds to himself.
Karl flops to the pillows groaning. “Only afternoon? Fucken endless day.” He grouses.
“Poor baby. Just think, tonight we will be in a very nice bed.” He positions himself and begins to massage Karl’s neck. Steady fingers move carefully up and down the stiff tendons. “If you relax, I’ll give you some…desert.” Craig urges Karl’s top off and pulls a pillow down for his back to lean against. “There. Now you’re comfy.”
Karl’s arms circle Craig’s back, fingers questing beneath his lover’s shirt. “God’s love, yeh calm me with just a touch. Wanna bury myself in you so much…” he sighs in frustration. It felt like it had been forever since they’d made love. One hand snakes down the back of Craig’s shorts and lightly squeezes one globe. “How’s yer bum been feeling?” He groans when his lover’s fingers tug on a peeked nipple.
“You can. I have an idea.” Craig kisses Karl’s jaw. “I am feeling fine, my dear, and I really want you to feel pleasure not pain.” He dips his hand into a small pouch and draws out the lube as well as some of his special cream. “This works wonders. First I want to make sure you’re comfortable.” He arranges the pillows around Karl, putting one under his head then arranging the smaller ones on either side and under his back. All the while he rubs his lover’s skin, gently massaging. “Just tell me when you feel fully supported.”
Karl shifts and rolls as Craig arranges the pillows, praying the recent doses of pain and anti-inflammatory meds keep the spasms at bay. His bum is cradled in a circle of tightly tucked pillows. “Yeh love perfect, feels hella better than that damned donut cushion thing.” He pulls his lover down for a simple kiss, but is soon lost in the taste of his gorgeous Kitten.
Craig works his tongue into Karl’s lips, conscious of every move he makes. He is sure not to lean too much weight on any one particular area. His hands are always soothing as he rubs sore, tight muscles. He pulls away when they both need to breathe and nudges his lover’s nose. “Now, you’re not to move, I’ll do all the work.” He pulls one more bottle out of his pouch of many bottles and reveals it as Crab-tree and Evelyn oil. He dabs a little of it onto his hand. It smells a bit like a spring breeze. Before Karl can say anything he begins to rub it into the other man’s chest, smiling as it makes him glisten. His thumbs brush over sweet nipples and move down his sides, the small amount of oil covering a surprising amount of space. “It’s good for tense muscles.” He explains. “How does that feel?”
“Mmm, smells like you love. Love the feel of your hands all over me.” Karl’s eyes are closed as he floats on a cloud of arousal and relaxation and narcotics. He should be sleepy, but everywhere Craig’s hands touch, little flames of desire lick over his skin, energizing his whole body. His cock is twitching and leaking in his shorts as his head falls back against the pillows.
Craig easily manages to pull of Karl’s shorts and boxers. He pours a bit of lube on his hands and begins to swath his lover’s cock, delighting in the way it hardens with every moment that passes. He slides his legs apart and lifts his arse so that their cocks nudge together. With some effort he slips a finger into his own entrance to test. There is a slight, very slight burn, but he is able to slip in further. The other hand cradles both of their cocks. “Just think of pleasant things. Don’t open your eyes.”
Karl’s eyelids flutter at the command but stay closed. “Way your cock feels against mine makes tha’ very easy…” His voice hitches on a moan. “Fuck me love, yer ‘ands feel so good.”
“You’re beautiful all slick and glistening.” Craig gasps as he swirls the finger within him, the burn has definitely eased. Maybe the medication has really been helping. He adds another finger and touches his prostrate. The smaller man gives a low moan. “Want me, Karl?” He asks. The hand holding their cocks pumps them both forward very slightly.
“Ungh… always love.” It’s an effort not to lift into the strokes of Craig’s fist. The sensitive vein along the underside of his cock throbs in time to the blood he can feel pulsing through his lover’s.
“Don’t move, you’ll hurt yourself if you move. Rest your hands on my thighs.” He whispers. In the process, of removing his lovers clothing, Craig has removed his pants and shirt. He finally pulls out his fingers now more than ready to feel Karl within him. With some effort he lifts himself up and lets go of his own cock to hold Karl’s in position. Not that it has any trouble remaining hard and jutting up. With a soft moan he pushes down.
Karl runs his hands up the flexing muscles of Craig’s thighs, fingers curling around to the backs and up to the gentle curve of his Kitten’s arse. When his shaft is encased in his lover’s passage, another deep moan matches Craig’s. He cups the twin globes of the arse sliding down until seated in his lap. “Fu… Love…” is all he’s capable of saying.
“You can look now.” Craig encourages his lover. His own hands, now released, draw circles in the glistening oil on Karl’s chest, running over his nipples and down again. When he has his lover deep within, he lifts up and down, pushing with his knees. “Feel good?” He whispers.
“Can’t ye’ve killed meh.” Karl rasps. His eyelids flutter again in the effort to open against the assault of fingers on his hot flesh and hot sheath riding his cock. All he can do is flex his hands on Craig’s arse guiding his love’s movement as best he can.
Marton hears the soft moans and cries and pads back to the bedroom, curiosity getting the better of him. The door is open a crack and he glances inside. What he sees takes his breath away and his cock begs for attention. Leaning back against the wall, he quickly captures his randy cock in his hand. While watching through the tiny slit, he pumps himself eagerly. So fucking beautiful. By God they are exquisite.
Craig titters a laugh. “Hopefully not before you come.” He starts to move a little faster, measuring the moans from his lover every time he works the hard cock within him. He angles himself slightly so that his prostrate is teased and the sensation nearly throws him off balance.
The stutter of Craig’s movement finally opens Karl’s eyes and he gasps at how exquisite his lover looks. Dark green eyes bore into deep blue ones as Craig’s red lips part with a sigh each time they maneuver to stroke Karl’s cock across the button deep inside his body. “Could come just from watching yer gorgeous face.” One hand still squeezes the fleshy globe it surrounds, the other comes forward to wrap around Craig’s shaft. He runs his thumb up and down the prominent vein with short forays to swipe the fluid welling at the tip.
“Careful, don’t move too much.” Craig warns. He shifts a pillow slightly to adjust for the way Karl’s arm has moved. Then he continues his quest to give his lover the best orgasm he’d ever received. “Feel so good…so hard.” Craig moans, licking his kiss swollen lips. He deliberately touches that button within each time, causing his whole body to shudder violently and low cries to escape his lips. When Karl’s thumb swipes at him, he nearly swoons.
Marton has never seen anything so spectacular as Craig Parker in the throws of passion. Watching him fuck himself on Karl is one thing. Watching him come undone is another.
“Tha’s it Love… come undone for me…” Karl’s fist matches the pace of Craig’s writhing body is riding his. He licks at his lips wanting to taste his sweet Kitten, but knows moving from their current positions would wreak chaos on the angle his cock is striking Craig’s prostrate. The clenching of Craig’s body is making it harder to hold off a too quick orgasm.
Marton’s eyes trail back and forth between the boys, he tugs faster and harder. The sweat glistening on Karl’s chest and the so bitable nipples is mesmerizing. The mewls and shudders coming from Craig spark answering pulses of need deep in his gut.
Urging his lover on, Karl smears more precum on the throbbing cock in his hand. “So gorgeous when you come undone like this… just for me. Come for me Kitten. Wanna feel yeh clench and squeeze my come from me.”
Craig whines, knowing that he can’t resist the urge to release with Karl talking like that. The words roll over him like flames and he jerks a couple of times as finally the warm seed spills forth onto his lover’s hand. Throughout his body little spasms continue to wrack him as he tries to keep up the pace he is moving. Dizzy and disoriented, Craig clings to coherency so that he doesn’t hurt his lover.
“J…jesus….please…Karl.” He whispers as he tries to gain control over himself before he causes the beautiful man beneath him more pain.
Watching Craig shudder so beautifully through his climax, Mari has to bite into his lip to stave the orgasm approaching fast. He needs to hold out long enough to see Karl through his release.
“Ahhh, Love… “ Karl gasps, eyes wanting to close when his love’s body squeezes around his shaft. “So gorgeous… want meh? Ungh…” he gives a few shallow thrusts unable to stay still any longer. Both hands pull Craig’s hips tight to his as his balls empties his seed deep into his lover’s body.
Craig cries out as thrusts deepen Karl’s cock into his body. “No, Karl….you’ll hurt…” He gasps, trying to figure out how to restrain his lover. His hand moves to clutch his lover’s, guiding him through his release, trying to prevent him from moving too much with his legs. He’s barely coherent, eyes dazed and body shuddering with every moment that passes. “Please baby, don’t hurt yourself.”
More concerned for his lover still shaking in his arms, Karl tries to leer through his panting. “Never hurts… loving yeh.” His hands gently cup Craig’s hips up, and then pull him down to rest against his cum and oil covered chest. “Fuck, I love yeh,” he whispers as his tongue licks into Craig’s mouth.
Marton’s staggers into the bathroom after that display and his cum fills his hand just in time to pull down his shorts. He steadies himself against the sink, shuddering. Unbelievable. He’d never seen anything like that. True love, was hard enough between a man and a woman. He opens his eyes and takes a long breath as he stares at himself in the mirror. Steve was a passing fancy. He wondered if he’d ever get anyone like Craig or Karl in his life.
Craig curls against Karl, making certain that he’s not resting too much weight in any one place. “Love you too.” He kisses the younger man’s neck and lets his cock slide free. The release makes him sigh for the missed fulfillment. Almost instantly afterwards he feels a sharp burning which he ignores. Maybe it had been too early for them to have sex. He won’t let Karl know though. He smiles warmly, “And I love to have you inside me.”
Karl’s hands sweep up and down Craig’s back, a pain-free smile of relief and satiation on his face. “Yea, m’ favorite place,” he answers cheekily. The slick oil on his chest makes Craig’s slip and slide, providing a delicious friction to his still erect nipples. “Mmm, this oil is even more useful. Come rest a bit Love. This is what I missed most, jus’ holding you with us both covered in cum.”
Craig manages a giggle, happy now that Karl seems to not be in any pain. His arms wrap around his lover and he holds on the best he can. “We’ll have to try and take a bath, get you all cleaned up.” He smiles, “Maybe Marty will help us.” He kisses Karl’s neck again, “I missed this too. Missed you so much. It hurts when you’re gone.”
“Aww Kitten, hurts t’ be gone.” He then snorts a giggle. “No, no Mari. He saw more than enough when you were sucking me brains out in the…” his eyes twinkle and he mock shudders, “the pink bathroom.” His hands are back down softly massaging the curve of Craig’s arse, “I think I hear the shower running anyway, so just let me hold you for a while.”
He has no problem complying with that request. Craig cuddles against Karl and gives a soft little mewl of content in response to the term of endearment. “I think I’m going to have to deal with you gone a lot.” He sighs. “You’re going to be very popular with the ladies in the movies. I won’t have you to myself forever.” He traces a finger around Karl’s nipple.
“Shhh love. Not even sure how long they’ll keep me on the soap. May have to get a real job.” Karl licks and nibbles at Craig’s neck, he just wants to hold onto each moment he has with this special man. He settles Craig’s body against his soothing his lover to sleep, as his eyes get heavier and heavier.
Craig yawns softly and murmurs something incoherent. "Mmm...Nap..." He directs, even though Karl is doing the directing. Eventually, the smaller, contented man drifts off to sleep in a pleasure induced haze.