Fic: Slash: Mate with Benefits 6/?
TITLE: MATE WITH BENEFITS 6/?
AUTHORS: rufferto and kitty_trio
EMAILS: rufferto@twcny.rr.com and kittyTsapphire@yahoo.com
PAIRING: Craig Parker/Karl Urban
RATING: NC17
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.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: If anyone knows the names of Karl’s parents, please let us know, otherwise we’re just going with Mr and Mrs Urban. Please Review!
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CHAPTER SIX
The pizza here and the kitchen clean, Craig knew he had better get in the shower. So he takes his bag and gets the things he needs from it that he bought at the store and gives Karl a kiss on the cheek. "I'm going to shower and get ready. Kitchen's all clean and I called the girls. We're going to meet in front of Rocket's at 8:30."
Karl grabs another slice of pizza and glances at the clock. It’s only 6 pm, plenty of time. “Ok, want me to leave out the pizza for ya?”
"Yeah," Craig says absently, looking at himself in the mirror, is that a grey hair? He fiddles a bit. It is his first real sort of date with Karl he wants to look good. "Why don't you put on the TV?"
Karl opens a beer and flips on the Telly. Good, a netball match is playing Ten minutes or so until half time. He settles on the couch figuring he can take his shower during the break in action. Quickly caught up in the play, he absently folds the clean towels. Once he is done he realizes the period break is over and play is about to begin. Is Craig still in the shower? Shite, what the hell is he doing in there?
Karl rises to put the towels in linen closet and pounds on the loo on his way past. “Hey Parker, Did ya drown? Save some hot water for me!”
Craig has just finished with the shower gel when Karl pounds on the door, "Hm? I’m getting ready for you,” he informs his lover as he rinses off. "You want me to look good, don't you?"
“Just don’t take all the hot water.” Karl calls back. His team is winning, so if he misses some of the second half to take a quick shower and shave, he will not miss much. He pads back to the kitchen for another slice of now cool pizza and another beer. He sprawls again on the couch to wait.
Forty-five minutes later, he is still there. With a full belly, and a now boring one-sided match, he is half dozing when a loud commercial rouses him. Craig is probably dressing in the bedroom, so Karl heads down the hall. The loo door is still closed, and he can hear humming from inside. He pounds again. “What’re you doing in there? Figured you’d be done an hour ago. You can dress in the bedroom, you know." He adds.
Craig, comb in hand, opens the door. A small towel wrapped around him. "The mirror in your bedroom isn't very good," he explains indignantly. "I'm almost done. Just have to brush my teeth and get dressed."
Craig smells very good, and looks good too. The loo itself is still very neat.
God that towel hides nothing. The room is warm and steamy. Wrapping long arms around Craig, Karl breaths his clean scent. “Mmm, if you don’t cover that delicious body, we may never get out of here.”
Craig smiles slowly as he leans up to offer his lips for a kiss. "We already promised the girls, so I guess that means we have to figure out a way to not succumb to sex." he sets the comb down and rests his arms on Karl's shoulders.
Oh Fuck! Karl sinks into the kiss as his body responds to Craig’s touch. Fuck. Can’t, no sex, girls. He reluctantly pushes away and turns shower taps to cold. “Wanker, now I need a cold shower.” He gives Craig an exaggerated pout as he quickly strips off to jump into the shower. “What the hell are all these bottles?”
"Haven't you ever heard of shower gel? And that's my shampoo, it keeps my hair soft." He sets down his comb and finishes brushing his teeth. Then he lets Karl have the loo, taking the rest of what he needs out.
What is wrong with good old bar soap? Karl grumbles to himself. The icy water has its desired effect on his randy cock. He adds more hot water and starts opening and reading the numerous bottles and tubes. Conditioner, face wash, two different shower gels. Christ. Smells good though. He tries out the apple stuff. However, he uses his own shampoo. Within five minutes he is done. As he steps out, he remembers all the remaining towels are in the cupboard. Dripping wet he heads out for a towel and wanders into the bedroom. “You can have the bath back if you want.” He absently rubs at his hair.
Craig turns around; he is just buttoning up the shirt that Karl got him. He looks -good-, too good. His snug jeans are clean and tight around his arse. He smiles, flashing his teeth as he tucks in his shirt. "I'm all set." He found Karl’s blow dryer and used it to fix his hair. That particular piece of equipment was still in the box that Karl’s mum had brought it in.
Pulling the towel off his head, Karl gets a good look at Craig. “God, you look fuckable in that shirt.” He wraps his still wet body around Craig and nuzzles his neck. Realizing that was a bad idea if they were to get out the apartment any time soon. Karl ruffles Craig’s hair and growls, “Then you better get out of here before we get sidetracked.”
"Karl!" Craig pouts and reaches up to smooth his hair. "Oh well, it's just water." He runs his hand along his lover's shoulders. "When we get home tonight, though." he promises with a twinkle in his eye. Wiggling his fingers, he heads to the living room to wait for Karl because if they both stayed in the bedroom they would never get out of there.
Karl chuckles as he steps into a clean pair of jeans. He tosses a favorite denim shirt on the bed. He takes both towels back to the loo after deciding he did not need a shave. Teeth cleaned, towels hung to dry, he wanders out to lounge room.
Craig looks up from where he has draped himself on an easy chair and smiles broadly. "You look pretty choice, yourself, Karl." he winks. "We'd better get out of here, or we won't. I've been keeping busy arranging the lube."
Karl grins and leans down for a quick kiss. “Let me grab my shirt. Did you put some in every room?” He holds out a hand for a tube.
"Of course," Craig pats his jeans pocket. "I promised always to have some for us didn't I?"
Karl dons his shirt and meets Craig in the hall. Knowing how easily he gets aroused too close to Craig, he keeps his distance in the lift. Craig does not have his jacket, so Karl decides to take the old two-seater he and his dad had mostly rebuilt. He frowns trying to remember if they got the passenger seat bolted down completely. With a hand in the small of Craig’s back, he leads him to the car.
Craig eyes the car; "We're going in that?" he worries. "Is it safe?" It is not a bad looking car, obviously had a paintjob, obviously rebuilt. “Oi.“ He hooks his fingers in his pockets and looks up at Karl. The car waits right next to Karl’s bike. Then again, his old truck is not all that much better.
“It’s a classic!” Karl protests. He gives the seat a hard tug to test the bolts. Good, feels tight. He helps Craig in and jogs around to jump in the driver side. He lovingly runs a hand over the dash. With a powerful purr, the engine turns over. “Haven’t been back in town long, where’s Rockets?” he asks steering them onto the street.
Craig gives him quick directions admiring the way Karl grips the wheel. He leans over and kisses his lover before they head out. He just has to feel those lips against him. Oh good, there is a seatbelt. The car does feel good, and it looks good, especially with Karl in the driver's seat. "It's about 15 minutes away, a sort of underground club with a lot of unrestricted music."
They are quickly at the club and the music is loud and pulsing. Stephanie and Angela are waiting on queue out front.
Craig sneaks up behind Steph and wraps his arms around her for a hug. She squeaks in surprise and grins, easily leaning back into him.
"Craig!" she turns around and hugs him fully. "Oooh, new shirt, looks good on you.”
Karl smiles shyly at the girls as they all head in. The thought of “coming out” in this public place scares him. Do they dance with the girls only? Would dancing with Craig cause trouble? He offers to get the first round of drinks while he looks over the club.
Doesn't seem to be the kind of club that would mind too much, then again, New Zealand seems to have more of a tolerance for that sort of thing. Steph winks at Angela and jerks her head in Karl's direction as they share a moment of thought connection.
She rests her hands on Craig's waist and tweaks his cheek. "You look great, luv. That sparkle I've missed so much is back in your eyes."
"That's cause I feel brilliant, Steph." He reaches over and rubs Karl's shoulder supportively.
Craig smiles at Karl, "I'll take something with a twist to it."
Angela stops Karl’s escape to the bar to whisper in his ear, “You look good enough to eat. Don’t fill your dance card with Craig, Wanna wrap myself around those sexy hips of yours,” she adds with a lick just under his ear.
Karl jumps and tries to smirk. “Thanks luv wasn’t sure how open this place was.” Shit now she was doing that to his ear. It was going to be a long frustrating night. As he steps up to place their order, he subtly draws his shirt out to hide his growing arousal.
Craig feels a little spark inside him when he sees Angela lick Karl's ear. It's something he has never felt before, and it’s not because of Angela, it is because that's -his- ear. He gives a tiny little growl, which has Steph laughing.
"Sorry luv, you are the most unthreatening man I know. Don't worry, she won't bite. She just wants to play with him." she hooks her hand in the waist of his jeans and tugs him out onto the floor.
Angela and Karl find a table at edge of dance floor. Spotting Steph and Craig locked at the waist as they sway to the music; Karl drains most of his beer. Fuck, he wants that to be him Craig is rubbing against.
Angela grins to herself watching her new costar’s reactions. He has no idea what a show Steph and Craig can put on whilst dancing. She takes a sip and plunks down her drink. “Come on luv, let’s give ‘em a show of our own.” Even in her heels, Karl towers over her. This was going to be so much fun. Wrapping her arms over his shoulders, she nuzzles under his chin. Before Karl grasps her hips to push away slightly, she can feel his arousal. “Don’t worry luv, I know that’s not for me. Let’s get him as hot and bothered as you are.” She rubs a thigh between Karl’s with an evil grin.
They didn't play at being lovers for nothing. He winds his fingers through her hair as the music pulses. God it has been forever since he has been able to cut loose at a club. Sam always used to hate it when he went out. That generally was because many people tended to hit on him. As was the case tonight, men and women both were looking at Parker.
He was all beauty and warm eyes. Eyes however, that were only for the tall man near him. Another pleasant package, though more of a rough beauty. Together with the two beautiful women at their sides, they lit things up on the dance floor. The heat however, was obviously radiating from them.
Grr. Deep within him, jealousy rages for the first time in his life. It was unreasonable too. He distracts himself with dancing, if they couldn't handle each other in public for longer than five minutes without wanting to root each other, this would be a serious future problem, especially on set.
Looking at Craig frustrates Karl to no end. Concentrating on the tiny woman in his arms, he lets the music flow over and through him. He always loved to dance, and Angela matches him well. Knowing she had her husband to return to at the end of the evening, he didn’t have to perform with her. Letting his inhibitions go, he loses himself in the heavy beat and writhing body against his.
Sometime later in the dance, Craig whispers into Steph's ear, "I need to be in his arms." He tells his friend.
She smiles warmly, "Then let’s get over to them."
Craig and Steph wind their way closer to Karl and Angela and switch partners.
Craig's hands rest on Karl's hips before the other man opens his eyes and resumes Angela's position. He leans his head in and kisses Karl's neck possessively. "I can’t stay away from you.” He whispers in his lover’s ear. "Mine..."
Karl opens glazed eyes as he smells and feels Craig’s heated body slide against his. Grinding his surging hard-on against his lover, he turns his head to take Craig’s mouth in a deep kiss. He hears only the thrum of the bass beat, or was it the blood racing in his veins? He clasps Craig’s hips tighter wanting to never let him go.
Steph watches in amusement and pleasure as she and Angela each find another to dance with them.
Craig is letting Karl kiss him and his hands are ravaging his lover's body. He presses tightly against Karl, tongue thrusting within the warmth and heat that he has come to need so much. “You are going to have us coming right here on the dance floor, if you keep this up." his own hard cock meets the intensity of his lover's.
Gasping for air, Karl tries to shake off the lust haze. His body wins as he pulls Craig even tighter, to recapture Craig’s plundering lips and tongue.
Angela peers around her partner’s shoulder and nudges Steph to call her attention to their boys. Craig usually has more control, but it looks like Karl has forgotten the world around them. If they don’t stop them soon… yep, Karl’s hand is slipping down inside Craig’s jeans. “Uh Steph? Should we…?” she nods again at the pair.
When he feels Karl's hand slipping down, Craig manages to shake off the haze. Christ, they were on the middle of a dance floor. "Karl...Karl!" he calls his lover's name and pulls his hands up so that they rest over his shoulders.
"Craig will come to his senses; he knows Karl's new at this. He won't let him make a scene." Steph shakes her head.
Craig guides Karl towards the men’s' room. "Easy, luv." he whispers in the lust-crazed man's ear. "Cripes, let’s take care of this somewhere more private."
Karl frowns as Craig steps away. As Craig pulls him along, he finally realizes where they are. Chest heaving he blushes furiously at how carried away he was. Blood still pounding he follows Craig blindly, unable to think much beyond his raging desire.
Craig leads them to the men’s room and finds a stall. He pulls Karl inside and closes it. Once they are alone, he rests a hand against his lover's neck. "We've got to learn how to control this or we're never going to leave the bedroom." He tells his lover.
Reason is beyond Karl as he backs the smaller man against the partition. Plundering the hot depths of Craig’s mouth, want… need… mine… echo in time to his racing pulse.
Craig gasps into the kiss, sinking against Karl. His body molds to his lovers as he hurriedly tries to unbutton jeans and tug out the lube that he promised always to have on them. Music pounds around them, but all he can feel is the pulse of his lover's heart. There is only one thing that can happen now, one thing that can sate the lust and he wants it badly. Only Karl. "Need you, Now..." he rasps.
The press of the tube into Karl’s hand breaks through his haze, somewhat. As Craig’s jeans slip lower, Karl pops the lid and generously slicks his fingers. Sliding his hand around to slip between his lover’s cheeks, he gently rubs at the entrance. He opens his own jeans to free his trapped arousal. “How do we do this,” he asks between sips at Craig’s lips.
Craig untangles himself, turns around, and braces his arms against the stall. "Like this," he leans his head to the side to look up at Karl. They are in the stall that faces the wall, and it should not be too much of a problem. He reaches back to run his fingers through Karl's hair. "Just remember to prepare me, and you won't hurt me."
Karl rubs against the temping arse offered to him, trapping his fingers deep in the tight channel. God he needs to get in there. He quickly stretches his lover and is soon gliding his slicked cock into Craig’s hot body. He pauses to stop himself from coming immediately. So hot and tight. He grinds his teeth to exercise some control. Craig has both hands braced on the wall, so Karl slips his lubed hand around to his lover’s weeping shaft. Running a thumb over the head, to smear the leaking pre-cum, He growls in Craig’s ear, “Can’t hold out. Need to cum so bad.”
Craig revels in the feeling, his head leaning against Karl's neck as the other man slips inside him. He could do this all day. "So good, so good." he groans. "Just move, god. Move." His own cock rocks forward with Karl's into the hands that grasp him. There is a little pain, but they have done this so often in the last twenty-four hours that he's already loose. "Please, Karl. Need you."
What little control Karl had slips as Craig’s body rocks against his. Within a few strokes he’s cuming. He bites down on Craig’s neck to muffle his shout. Increasing his strokes on Craig’s cock, he tries to ease his heaving chest. “Sorry, sorry, couldn’t wait,” he mumbles into his newest mark.
Craig feels the pressure ease within as Karl's seed fills him and his walls tremble under the force of it. His own cock takes a little longer to bring to completion, but he does. He wants to cry out but he stifles it against one hand and whimpers. "It's alright. God." He's never felt anything so quickly in his life. It consumes them, like a fire burning hot until something quenches it. "You're good. God, Karl..." he doesn't want his lover to pull out yet, he needs him to remain buried inside him.
Karl slumps against his lover’s back as Craig’s seed pulses over his fist. They are both quaking through the aftershocks of the fast lovemaking. Fuck what this man does to him. He holds them both upright as their ragged heartbeats and breathing slow. “Yes so good luv, so good.” He whispers back.
Craig pants, his legs trembling still. One arm is reached back to run through Karl's hair. "Got to figure out how to control this." He mumbles. "Need you all the time." He carefully eases himself free of Karl and turns around to draw the younger man into his arms. "Christ, never wanted anyone so much."
Lust sated for the moment, Karl cleans them both with wads of toilet paper. He starts giggling, “So glad we don’t have any scenes together. Can you imagine the shock from that prissy director?”
Craig grins, "Well, she'd probably switch me out of Guy Warner really fast, or make him Gay and I can fight for you." He kisses Karl quickly. "We're gonna hear it from the girls" he pulls up his lover's pants and his own.
“No, I’m the new guy on set. I know she never wanted my storyline. I’d be the one looking for a new role.” As they exit the stall to straighten somewhat in front of the mirrors, he leers at Craig’s reflection. “Ya think they’d know what we were up to in here?” Eyes twinkling, he tries to hold a serious expression.
Craig slings his arm around Karl's shoulders patting the lube in his pocket, "Good thing we bought some." he winks and kisses Karl's neck. "I'm sure they have an idea. Steph and Angela are pretty sharp."
Karl laughs as they head out the door. Thirsty from the dancing and recent exertions, he leads them to the bar. “Another lager for me and a…,” he turns to Craig. “What was that that Angela ordered for you?” he asks wrinkling his nose.
"Just a Guinness'll do." He smacks Karl's arse and grins when he sees the two girls make their way over.
"That was fast," Steph says with a saucy grin and she leans on the bar. "You two leave the bed at ALL since yesterday?"
Craig nudges Steph, "Hey! We went out. Karl beat me at Basketball." he smiles at his lover.
Karl slides one frosty draft to Craig, noticing the girls already have fresh drinks. As he wipes foam from his lip, he snorts a laugh, “And I received a bloody nose for my effort.”
Angela leans forward from her stool to peer into Karl’s face. She can see the beginnings of what will be a colorful shiner. “Craigsie!” she whines. “You’ve wounded my puppy-love!” She aims a slap to Craig’s arm. Giggling at the marks gracing Craig’s neck and collarbone, she winks at Steph. “Make-up is going to kill them both.” She adds in a stage whisper.
"I didn't do anything!" Craig protests, "We were playing basketball." he tries to explain grinning at Karl. "And he landed on his arse."
Steph just snickers, "You two better be careful with Craig's pretty face, that's all I've got to say."
Craig grabs the beer and downs a lot of it, blushing. "Karl's gentle, he's not like..."
"I know, luv." Steph smiles warmly. "And I can’t tell you enough how glad I am of it."
Karl laughs at the friendly exchange. Seeing the love and concern his new costars hold for Craig, has his heart swelling with pride. If only they could get him out from the shadow of that bastard Sam. Downing his remaining beer, he ushers the group back to the dance floor. “I thought we came here to dance?” he said with a cheeky grin.
Several beers and dances later, Craig almost has to prop himself up on Karl. "Glad you're driving." He giggles.
Steph laughs, "Well guys we'll see you on Monday. And no excuses." She taps Craig's shoulder. "Sex is not an excuse to be late for work."
"It's not?" Craig grins. "But you said on Friday..."
"Hush you," she swats his bum. "Take care of him, Karl." she smiles warmly at the younger man and kisses his cheek. "Thank you."
Arm in arm, more Karl supporting a tipsy Craig; the boys escort Steph and Angela to their car. Angela crawls sleepily into the passenger side after giving both men hugs goodnight.
Karl leads Craig to their vehicle. Craig is waving at every passer-by, real or imagined. “Can’t hold a beer or two eh mate?” He asks with a grin. Propping Craig with one arm, he opens the door and pours Craig inside. Still grinning as he pulls out in traffic, he adds “Come on, luv, let’s get yeh home.”
Craig cuddles into Karl after he slips on the seatbelt. Home. It has a nice ring to it. Was it really home for him finally? He rests his head on Karl’s shoulder and closes his eyes in content.
TBC
AUTHORS: rufferto and kitty_trio
EMAILS: rufferto@twcny.rr.com and kittyTsapphire@yahoo.com
PAIRING: Craig Parker/Karl Urban
RATING: NC17
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.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: If anyone knows the names of Karl’s parents, please let us know, otherwise we’re just going with Mr and Mrs Urban. Please Review!
Click button for previous chapters
lickable manips by rufferto
CHAPTER SIX
The pizza here and the kitchen clean, Craig knew he had better get in the shower. So he takes his bag and gets the things he needs from it that he bought at the store and gives Karl a kiss on the cheek. "I'm going to shower and get ready. Kitchen's all clean and I called the girls. We're going to meet in front of Rocket's at 8:30."
Karl grabs another slice of pizza and glances at the clock. It’s only 6 pm, plenty of time. “Ok, want me to leave out the pizza for ya?”
"Yeah," Craig says absently, looking at himself in the mirror, is that a grey hair? He fiddles a bit. It is his first real sort of date with Karl he wants to look good. "Why don't you put on the TV?"
Karl opens a beer and flips on the Telly. Good, a netball match is playing Ten minutes or so until half time. He settles on the couch figuring he can take his shower during the break in action. Quickly caught up in the play, he absently folds the clean towels. Once he is done he realizes the period break is over and play is about to begin. Is Craig still in the shower? Shite, what the hell is he doing in there?
Karl rises to put the towels in linen closet and pounds on the loo on his way past. “Hey Parker, Did ya drown? Save some hot water for me!”
Craig has just finished with the shower gel when Karl pounds on the door, "Hm? I’m getting ready for you,” he informs his lover as he rinses off. "You want me to look good, don't you?"
“Just don’t take all the hot water.” Karl calls back. His team is winning, so if he misses some of the second half to take a quick shower and shave, he will not miss much. He pads back to the kitchen for another slice of now cool pizza and another beer. He sprawls again on the couch to wait.
Forty-five minutes later, he is still there. With a full belly, and a now boring one-sided match, he is half dozing when a loud commercial rouses him. Craig is probably dressing in the bedroom, so Karl heads down the hall. The loo door is still closed, and he can hear humming from inside. He pounds again. “What’re you doing in there? Figured you’d be done an hour ago. You can dress in the bedroom, you know." He adds.
Craig, comb in hand, opens the door. A small towel wrapped around him. "The mirror in your bedroom isn't very good," he explains indignantly. "I'm almost done. Just have to brush my teeth and get dressed."
Craig smells very good, and looks good too. The loo itself is still very neat.
God that towel hides nothing. The room is warm and steamy. Wrapping long arms around Craig, Karl breaths his clean scent. “Mmm, if you don’t cover that delicious body, we may never get out of here.”
Craig smiles slowly as he leans up to offer his lips for a kiss. "We already promised the girls, so I guess that means we have to figure out a way to not succumb to sex." he sets the comb down and rests his arms on Karl's shoulders.
Oh Fuck! Karl sinks into the kiss as his body responds to Craig’s touch. Fuck. Can’t, no sex, girls. He reluctantly pushes away and turns shower taps to cold. “Wanker, now I need a cold shower.” He gives Craig an exaggerated pout as he quickly strips off to jump into the shower. “What the hell are all these bottles?”
"Haven't you ever heard of shower gel? And that's my shampoo, it keeps my hair soft." He sets down his comb and finishes brushing his teeth. Then he lets Karl have the loo, taking the rest of what he needs out.
What is wrong with good old bar soap? Karl grumbles to himself. The icy water has its desired effect on his randy cock. He adds more hot water and starts opening and reading the numerous bottles and tubes. Conditioner, face wash, two different shower gels. Christ. Smells good though. He tries out the apple stuff. However, he uses his own shampoo. Within five minutes he is done. As he steps out, he remembers all the remaining towels are in the cupboard. Dripping wet he heads out for a towel and wanders into the bedroom. “You can have the bath back if you want.” He absently rubs at his hair.
Craig turns around; he is just buttoning up the shirt that Karl got him. He looks -good-, too good. His snug jeans are clean and tight around his arse. He smiles, flashing his teeth as he tucks in his shirt. "I'm all set." He found Karl’s blow dryer and used it to fix his hair. That particular piece of equipment was still in the box that Karl’s mum had brought it in.
Pulling the towel off his head, Karl gets a good look at Craig. “God, you look fuckable in that shirt.” He wraps his still wet body around Craig and nuzzles his neck. Realizing that was a bad idea if they were to get out the apartment any time soon. Karl ruffles Craig’s hair and growls, “Then you better get out of here before we get sidetracked.”
"Karl!" Craig pouts and reaches up to smooth his hair. "Oh well, it's just water." He runs his hand along his lover's shoulders. "When we get home tonight, though." he promises with a twinkle in his eye. Wiggling his fingers, he heads to the living room to wait for Karl because if they both stayed in the bedroom they would never get out of there.
Karl chuckles as he steps into a clean pair of jeans. He tosses a favorite denim shirt on the bed. He takes both towels back to the loo after deciding he did not need a shave. Teeth cleaned, towels hung to dry, he wanders out to lounge room.
Craig looks up from where he has draped himself on an easy chair and smiles broadly. "You look pretty choice, yourself, Karl." he winks. "We'd better get out of here, or we won't. I've been keeping busy arranging the lube."
Karl grins and leans down for a quick kiss. “Let me grab my shirt. Did you put some in every room?” He holds out a hand for a tube.
"Of course," Craig pats his jeans pocket. "I promised always to have some for us didn't I?"
Karl dons his shirt and meets Craig in the hall. Knowing how easily he gets aroused too close to Craig, he keeps his distance in the lift. Craig does not have his jacket, so Karl decides to take the old two-seater he and his dad had mostly rebuilt. He frowns trying to remember if they got the passenger seat bolted down completely. With a hand in the small of Craig’s back, he leads him to the car.
Craig eyes the car; "We're going in that?" he worries. "Is it safe?" It is not a bad looking car, obviously had a paintjob, obviously rebuilt. “Oi.“ He hooks his fingers in his pockets and looks up at Karl. The car waits right next to Karl’s bike. Then again, his old truck is not all that much better.
“It’s a classic!” Karl protests. He gives the seat a hard tug to test the bolts. Good, feels tight. He helps Craig in and jogs around to jump in the driver side. He lovingly runs a hand over the dash. With a powerful purr, the engine turns over. “Haven’t been back in town long, where’s Rockets?” he asks steering them onto the street.
Craig gives him quick directions admiring the way Karl grips the wheel. He leans over and kisses his lover before they head out. He just has to feel those lips against him. Oh good, there is a seatbelt. The car does feel good, and it looks good, especially with Karl in the driver's seat. "It's about 15 minutes away, a sort of underground club with a lot of unrestricted music."
They are quickly at the club and the music is loud and pulsing. Stephanie and Angela are waiting on queue out front.
Craig sneaks up behind Steph and wraps his arms around her for a hug. She squeaks in surprise and grins, easily leaning back into him.
"Craig!" she turns around and hugs him fully. "Oooh, new shirt, looks good on you.”
Karl smiles shyly at the girls as they all head in. The thought of “coming out” in this public place scares him. Do they dance with the girls only? Would dancing with Craig cause trouble? He offers to get the first round of drinks while he looks over the club.
Doesn't seem to be the kind of club that would mind too much, then again, New Zealand seems to have more of a tolerance for that sort of thing. Steph winks at Angela and jerks her head in Karl's direction as they share a moment of thought connection.
She rests her hands on Craig's waist and tweaks his cheek. "You look great, luv. That sparkle I've missed so much is back in your eyes."
"That's cause I feel brilliant, Steph." He reaches over and rubs Karl's shoulder supportively.
Craig smiles at Karl, "I'll take something with a twist to it."
Angela stops Karl’s escape to the bar to whisper in his ear, “You look good enough to eat. Don’t fill your dance card with Craig, Wanna wrap myself around those sexy hips of yours,” she adds with a lick just under his ear.
Karl jumps and tries to smirk. “Thanks luv wasn’t sure how open this place was.” Shit now she was doing that to his ear. It was going to be a long frustrating night. As he steps up to place their order, he subtly draws his shirt out to hide his growing arousal.
Craig feels a little spark inside him when he sees Angela lick Karl's ear. It's something he has never felt before, and it’s not because of Angela, it is because that's -his- ear. He gives a tiny little growl, which has Steph laughing.
"Sorry luv, you are the most unthreatening man I know. Don't worry, she won't bite. She just wants to play with him." she hooks her hand in the waist of his jeans and tugs him out onto the floor.
Angela and Karl find a table at edge of dance floor. Spotting Steph and Craig locked at the waist as they sway to the music; Karl drains most of his beer. Fuck, he wants that to be him Craig is rubbing against.
Angela grins to herself watching her new costar’s reactions. He has no idea what a show Steph and Craig can put on whilst dancing. She takes a sip and plunks down her drink. “Come on luv, let’s give ‘em a show of our own.” Even in her heels, Karl towers over her. This was going to be so much fun. Wrapping her arms over his shoulders, she nuzzles under his chin. Before Karl grasps her hips to push away slightly, she can feel his arousal. “Don’t worry luv, I know that’s not for me. Let’s get him as hot and bothered as you are.” She rubs a thigh between Karl’s with an evil grin.
They didn't play at being lovers for nothing. He winds his fingers through her hair as the music pulses. God it has been forever since he has been able to cut loose at a club. Sam always used to hate it when he went out. That generally was because many people tended to hit on him. As was the case tonight, men and women both were looking at Parker.
He was all beauty and warm eyes. Eyes however, that were only for the tall man near him. Another pleasant package, though more of a rough beauty. Together with the two beautiful women at their sides, they lit things up on the dance floor. The heat however, was obviously radiating from them.
Grr. Deep within him, jealousy rages for the first time in his life. It was unreasonable too. He distracts himself with dancing, if they couldn't handle each other in public for longer than five minutes without wanting to root each other, this would be a serious future problem, especially on set.
Looking at Craig frustrates Karl to no end. Concentrating on the tiny woman in his arms, he lets the music flow over and through him. He always loved to dance, and Angela matches him well. Knowing she had her husband to return to at the end of the evening, he didn’t have to perform with her. Letting his inhibitions go, he loses himself in the heavy beat and writhing body against his.
Sometime later in the dance, Craig whispers into Steph's ear, "I need to be in his arms." He tells his friend.
She smiles warmly, "Then let’s get over to them."
Craig and Steph wind their way closer to Karl and Angela and switch partners.
Craig's hands rest on Karl's hips before the other man opens his eyes and resumes Angela's position. He leans his head in and kisses Karl's neck possessively. "I can’t stay away from you.” He whispers in his lover’s ear. "Mine..."
Karl opens glazed eyes as he smells and feels Craig’s heated body slide against his. Grinding his surging hard-on against his lover, he turns his head to take Craig’s mouth in a deep kiss. He hears only the thrum of the bass beat, or was it the blood racing in his veins? He clasps Craig’s hips tighter wanting to never let him go.
Steph watches in amusement and pleasure as she and Angela each find another to dance with them.
Craig is letting Karl kiss him and his hands are ravaging his lover's body. He presses tightly against Karl, tongue thrusting within the warmth and heat that he has come to need so much. “You are going to have us coming right here on the dance floor, if you keep this up." his own hard cock meets the intensity of his lover's.
Gasping for air, Karl tries to shake off the lust haze. His body wins as he pulls Craig even tighter, to recapture Craig’s plundering lips and tongue.
Angela peers around her partner’s shoulder and nudges Steph to call her attention to their boys. Craig usually has more control, but it looks like Karl has forgotten the world around them. If they don’t stop them soon… yep, Karl’s hand is slipping down inside Craig’s jeans. “Uh Steph? Should we…?” she nods again at the pair.
When he feels Karl's hand slipping down, Craig manages to shake off the haze. Christ, they were on the middle of a dance floor. "Karl...Karl!" he calls his lover's name and pulls his hands up so that they rest over his shoulders.
"Craig will come to his senses; he knows Karl's new at this. He won't let him make a scene." Steph shakes her head.
Craig guides Karl towards the men’s' room. "Easy, luv." he whispers in the lust-crazed man's ear. "Cripes, let’s take care of this somewhere more private."
Karl frowns as Craig steps away. As Craig pulls him along, he finally realizes where they are. Chest heaving he blushes furiously at how carried away he was. Blood still pounding he follows Craig blindly, unable to think much beyond his raging desire.
Craig leads them to the men’s room and finds a stall. He pulls Karl inside and closes it. Once they are alone, he rests a hand against his lover's neck. "We've got to learn how to control this or we're never going to leave the bedroom." He tells his lover.
Reason is beyond Karl as he backs the smaller man against the partition. Plundering the hot depths of Craig’s mouth, want… need… mine… echo in time to his racing pulse.
Craig gasps into the kiss, sinking against Karl. His body molds to his lovers as he hurriedly tries to unbutton jeans and tug out the lube that he promised always to have on them. Music pounds around them, but all he can feel is the pulse of his lover's heart. There is only one thing that can happen now, one thing that can sate the lust and he wants it badly. Only Karl. "Need you, Now..." he rasps.
The press of the tube into Karl’s hand breaks through his haze, somewhat. As Craig’s jeans slip lower, Karl pops the lid and generously slicks his fingers. Sliding his hand around to slip between his lover’s cheeks, he gently rubs at the entrance. He opens his own jeans to free his trapped arousal. “How do we do this,” he asks between sips at Craig’s lips.
Craig untangles himself, turns around, and braces his arms against the stall. "Like this," he leans his head to the side to look up at Karl. They are in the stall that faces the wall, and it should not be too much of a problem. He reaches back to run his fingers through Karl's hair. "Just remember to prepare me, and you won't hurt me."
Karl rubs against the temping arse offered to him, trapping his fingers deep in the tight channel. God he needs to get in there. He quickly stretches his lover and is soon gliding his slicked cock into Craig’s hot body. He pauses to stop himself from coming immediately. So hot and tight. He grinds his teeth to exercise some control. Craig has both hands braced on the wall, so Karl slips his lubed hand around to his lover’s weeping shaft. Running a thumb over the head, to smear the leaking pre-cum, He growls in Craig’s ear, “Can’t hold out. Need to cum so bad.”
Craig revels in the feeling, his head leaning against Karl's neck as the other man slips inside him. He could do this all day. "So good, so good." he groans. "Just move, god. Move." His own cock rocks forward with Karl's into the hands that grasp him. There is a little pain, but they have done this so often in the last twenty-four hours that he's already loose. "Please, Karl. Need you."
What little control Karl had slips as Craig’s body rocks against his. Within a few strokes he’s cuming. He bites down on Craig’s neck to muffle his shout. Increasing his strokes on Craig’s cock, he tries to ease his heaving chest. “Sorry, sorry, couldn’t wait,” he mumbles into his newest mark.
Craig feels the pressure ease within as Karl's seed fills him and his walls tremble under the force of it. His own cock takes a little longer to bring to completion, but he does. He wants to cry out but he stifles it against one hand and whimpers. "It's alright. God." He's never felt anything so quickly in his life. It consumes them, like a fire burning hot until something quenches it. "You're good. God, Karl..." he doesn't want his lover to pull out yet, he needs him to remain buried inside him.
Karl slumps against his lover’s back as Craig’s seed pulses over his fist. They are both quaking through the aftershocks of the fast lovemaking. Fuck what this man does to him. He holds them both upright as their ragged heartbeats and breathing slow. “Yes so good luv, so good.” He whispers back.
Craig pants, his legs trembling still. One arm is reached back to run through Karl's hair. "Got to figure out how to control this." He mumbles. "Need you all the time." He carefully eases himself free of Karl and turns around to draw the younger man into his arms. "Christ, never wanted anyone so much."
Lust sated for the moment, Karl cleans them both with wads of toilet paper. He starts giggling, “So glad we don’t have any scenes together. Can you imagine the shock from that prissy director?”
Craig grins, "Well, she'd probably switch me out of Guy Warner really fast, or make him Gay and I can fight for you." He kisses Karl quickly. "We're gonna hear it from the girls" he pulls up his lover's pants and his own.
“No, I’m the new guy on set. I know she never wanted my storyline. I’d be the one looking for a new role.” As they exit the stall to straighten somewhat in front of the mirrors, he leers at Craig’s reflection. “Ya think they’d know what we were up to in here?” Eyes twinkling, he tries to hold a serious expression.
Craig slings his arm around Karl's shoulders patting the lube in his pocket, "Good thing we bought some." he winks and kisses Karl's neck. "I'm sure they have an idea. Steph and Angela are pretty sharp."
Karl laughs as they head out the door. Thirsty from the dancing and recent exertions, he leads them to the bar. “Another lager for me and a…,” he turns to Craig. “What was that that Angela ordered for you?” he asks wrinkling his nose.
"Just a Guinness'll do." He smacks Karl's arse and grins when he sees the two girls make their way over.
"That was fast," Steph says with a saucy grin and she leans on the bar. "You two leave the bed at ALL since yesterday?"
Craig nudges Steph, "Hey! We went out. Karl beat me at Basketball." he smiles at his lover.
Karl slides one frosty draft to Craig, noticing the girls already have fresh drinks. As he wipes foam from his lip, he snorts a laugh, “And I received a bloody nose for my effort.”
Angela leans forward from her stool to peer into Karl’s face. She can see the beginnings of what will be a colorful shiner. “Craigsie!” she whines. “You’ve wounded my puppy-love!” She aims a slap to Craig’s arm. Giggling at the marks gracing Craig’s neck and collarbone, she winks at Steph. “Make-up is going to kill them both.” She adds in a stage whisper.
"I didn't do anything!" Craig protests, "We were playing basketball." he tries to explain grinning at Karl. "And he landed on his arse."
Steph just snickers, "You two better be careful with Craig's pretty face, that's all I've got to say."
Craig grabs the beer and downs a lot of it, blushing. "Karl's gentle, he's not like..."
"I know, luv." Steph smiles warmly. "And I can’t tell you enough how glad I am of it."
Karl laughs at the friendly exchange. Seeing the love and concern his new costars hold for Craig, has his heart swelling with pride. If only they could get him out from the shadow of that bastard Sam. Downing his remaining beer, he ushers the group back to the dance floor. “I thought we came here to dance?” he said with a cheeky grin.
Several beers and dances later, Craig almost has to prop himself up on Karl. "Glad you're driving." He giggles.
Steph laughs, "Well guys we'll see you on Monday. And no excuses." She taps Craig's shoulder. "Sex is not an excuse to be late for work."
"It's not?" Craig grins. "But you said on Friday..."
"Hush you," she swats his bum. "Take care of him, Karl." she smiles warmly at the younger man and kisses his cheek. "Thank you."
Arm in arm, more Karl supporting a tipsy Craig; the boys escort Steph and Angela to their car. Angela crawls sleepily into the passenger side after giving both men hugs goodnight.
Karl leads Craig to their vehicle. Craig is waving at every passer-by, real or imagined. “Can’t hold a beer or two eh mate?” He asks with a grin. Propping Craig with one arm, he opens the door and pours Craig inside. Still grinning as he pulls out in traffic, he adds “Come on, luv, let’s get yeh home.”
Craig cuddles into Karl after he slips on the seatbelt. Home. It has a nice ring to it. Was it really home for him finally? He rests his head on Karl’s shoulder and closes his eyes in content.
TBC