A wee EB/KU Comment!fic
Title: Falcon
Author: kitty_trio
Rated: Adult
Word Count: 419
Pairing: Eric Bana/Karl Urban
A/N: Written for the comment_fic Animals theme; griffindor's prompt: rps Eric Bana/Karl Urban/Love the Beast
If not downright AU, definitely before the April, 2007 Targa Tasmania rally
"Are you daft?" Karl hissed eyes wide with shock, or possibly fright.
"Never been more serious mate." Unperturbed, Eric's grin remained firmly in place. "C'mon, I'll show you."
"A heap of shit you bought how long ago?"
"Twenty-five years." Eric pushed off from the bench, knowing Karl would follow after, if only to continue the argument.
"And spent how many countless dollars in that time tinkering with it?"
"Enough. You'll love the car. Watch your step," Eric said pleasantly; too pleasantly for Karl's liking. He stepped around the hose coiled on the floor and seized Eric's arm.
"Car?" incredulous, Karl's voice raised an octave. "A car is something you buy to travel from point A to point B. Or, if you've spent $1,500 Australian, it's only good for thrashing along tar-sealed or gravel roads."
"Stop whingeing." Eric leaned close. "You'll love it, I promise."
"Am not."
If anything, Eric's smile grew at the pout Karl's heart-shaped lips formed.
"And love is just the point. That's your first love; probably your only love, if you were honest," Karl went on, again following as Eric stepped around a barrier. "I am not driving your pride and joy." He thrust the set of keys at Eric as they approached the '74 Ford Falcon XB.
Again, Eric's grin was enigmatic. He ignored the outstretched hand, opened the driver side door, and then stepped around to climb into the passenger seat.
"I thought you were the adventurous type." Eric leaned over to speak out the open door. "Get in."
Sighing, Karl raked a hand through his hair, leaving tendrils to stick out at odd angles. "You'll regret this." Karl folded his long frame down onto the seat that seemed made to fit.
"I'll regret nothing, and neither will you." Eric's head was right next to Karl's, a few curls tickling his ear as Eric fastened the belts. "Turn it on..." Eric purred, turning his head to flick his tongue across the shell of Karl's ear as the engine turned over, "...then I'll turn you on." Eric's hand moved from the belt across Karl's lap to the placket of his jeans.
~0~
Head back against the rest, white-knuckled fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, arms braced stiffly, every cell of Karl's body vibrated. Slowly he blinked his eyes open and turned to face Eric's extremely self-satisfied leer.
Leisurely licking glistening lips, Eric finished straightening up. "Told you, you would love The Beast."
Karl tried to muster a glare. "I love your beast, not your Falcon."
[showers lookingglassf1 in Flings for giving the Kiwiana (and Aussie dialogue) a squiz.]
Author: kitty_trio
Rated: Adult
Word Count: 419
Pairing: Eric Bana/Karl Urban
A/N: Written for the comment_fic Animals theme; griffindor's prompt: rps Eric Bana/Karl Urban/Love the Beast
If not downright AU, definitely before the April, 2007 Targa Tasmania rally
"Are you daft?" Karl hissed eyes wide with shock, or possibly fright.
"Never been more serious mate." Unperturbed, Eric's grin remained firmly in place. "C'mon, I'll show you."
"A heap of shit you bought how long ago?"
"Twenty-five years." Eric pushed off from the bench, knowing Karl would follow after, if only to continue the argument.
"And spent how many countless dollars in that time tinkering with it?"
"Enough. You'll love the car. Watch your step," Eric said pleasantly; too pleasantly for Karl's liking. He stepped around the hose coiled on the floor and seized Eric's arm.
"Car?" incredulous, Karl's voice raised an octave. "A car is something you buy to travel from point A to point B. Or, if you've spent $1,500 Australian, it's only good for thrashing along tar-sealed or gravel roads."
"Stop whingeing." Eric leaned close. "You'll love it, I promise."
"Am not."
If anything, Eric's smile grew at the pout Karl's heart-shaped lips formed.
"And love is just the point. That's your first love; probably your only love, if you were honest," Karl went on, again following as Eric stepped around a barrier. "I am not driving your pride and joy." He thrust the set of keys at Eric as they approached the '74 Ford Falcon XB.
Again, Eric's grin was enigmatic. He ignored the outstretched hand, opened the driver side door, and then stepped around to climb into the passenger seat.
"I thought you were the adventurous type." Eric leaned over to speak out the open door. "Get in."
Sighing, Karl raked a hand through his hair, leaving tendrils to stick out at odd angles. "You'll regret this." Karl folded his long frame down onto the seat that seemed made to fit.
"I'll regret nothing, and neither will you." Eric's head was right next to Karl's, a few curls tickling his ear as Eric fastened the belts. "Turn it on..." Eric purred, turning his head to flick his tongue across the shell of Karl's ear as the engine turned over, "...then I'll turn you on." Eric's hand moved from the belt across Karl's lap to the placket of his jeans.
~0~
Head back against the rest, white-knuckled fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, arms braced stiffly, every cell of Karl's body vibrated. Slowly he blinked his eyes open and turned to face Eric's extremely self-satisfied leer.
Leisurely licking glistening lips, Eric finished straightening up. "Told you, you would love The Beast."
Karl tried to muster a glare. "I love your beast, not your Falcon."
[showers lookingglassf1 in Flings for giving the Kiwiana (and Aussie dialogue) a squiz.]