Fic: Slash: Mate with Benefits 12/?
TITLE: Mate with Benefits 12/?
AUTHORS: rufferto and kitty_trio
EMAILS: rufferto@twcny.rr.com and kittyTsapphire@yahoo.com
PAIRING: Craig Parker/Karl Urban
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.
MANIP NOTE: It's not my best manip, but for those of you who remember. Karl's bed sheets are something of a joke by his Mum. And Kitty's still thinking superhero!slash might've been wiser choice *g*
A/N: A special Thank You to the lovely haldoor who's given us some Kiwi-isms, and helped correct others *smooch*. Once again edited solely by Kitty, so any errors are purely feline.
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CHAPTER TWELVE
It's been six months since Sam was found, entered rehab and got a leading roll which took him out of New Zealand altogether. Karl had to leave Craig in Wellington and go work in Auckland at a theatre and it's been almost two months since they've last seen each other. Karl's due back on “Shortland Street” as Jamie soon in mid November and Craig can't wait. They've settled into life together pretty easily. Between his own psychologist, Karl's mum and Stephanie and Angela, Craig is well on the mend.
The boys have had their ups and downs and fights over the shower, and who gets what side of the bed, but in the end a good roll in the sheets tends to solve any issues.
But two months is a long time, and during that time new faces have come to “Shortland Street” to interfere in the pleasant lives of its actors and actresses.
One particular face has been at Craig Parker's side rather frequently lately: A tall man by the name of Mark Ferguson. He worked with Craig ages ago on “Gloss”, and was -Steph reported to Karl's Mum- very vocal that Craig not end up with Sam Neil. But Craig didn't listen.
Mark Ferguson smiles as Craig finishes the latest scene. He'd been watching Parker, waiting for them to finish so they could get to the gym. "You were great!" He tells his friend as Craig and Steph come off the set. "You done? Hi Steph."
“Hey, Mark." Steph grins up at the taller man. "What are you two up to tonight?"
Craig wipes the back of his neck. "A bit at the gym and that new Batman flick that's out, eh, Mark?"
Karl slams into the flat he’s sharing with several cast mates. Fucken pigsty, he kicks a pile of someone’s clothes out of his path. Stopping in the small kitchenette for a beer, he searches for the phone. The cord finally leads him out to the small balcony. Perfect, maybe he can get some privacy. Shedding his damp shirt he dials Wellington. No one answers at the flat so he calls the “Shortland Street” set. The dispatcher puts him through to Stephanie. Good, she can make sure Craig is home when Karl sends up the special surprise. Swallowing a mouthful quickly, he greets Steph, “Hey luv! How’s our boy doing?”
Craig and Mark have already headed to the carpark when Steph gets the call.
"Karl!" Steph gives an excited shout when she answers the phone. "Oh honey it's good to hear your voice. We miss you here. Oh hey, someone get Craig before he leaves! How is the play going? Is it over soon?"
A bloke on the other end of the set shrugs and calls loudly, "He's already gone off with Ferguson."
The voice can definitely be heard over the phone.
”Going well, should be closing in another couple weeks… Ferguson? Is that Craig’s new therapist?” Karl wipes the sweat off his chest and takes another swig of beer.
Steph shakes her head, "Nah, that's Mark, Darryl on the show. Nice guy. Craig likes him. They get along like two peas in a pod. You should hear them joke together, have me in stitches every time. That's great about the show! Craig's been doing well. You should see him. He always smiles now, always happy. I know he's been seeing the therapist regularly. And you know Sam's out of the country, eh? Probably for good. It's great for Craig. When are you coming home?"
Karl spits his mouthful across the balcony. “What?” he splutters clutching the receiver tight, “He…he likes him?” Fuck, fuck he knew that was a possibility as Craig got stronger and discovered himself. “Uh, thanks Steph… uh was just checking in, yeh know?” He bites hard into his cheek to quell the tremor in his voice, “Should probably be hom… uh back around the tenth. Say hi to everyone… uh, and has that Kieren kid shown up yet?” God it hurt, but he couldn’t hold Craig back from finding someone else.
"Yeah, Kieren's been rehearsing a few scenes. Great kid, you'll like working with him." Steph cocks her head to the side, "Karl? You okay?" She scratches her head. "Hey, Craig should be home in a few hours. He said he was going to a movie. You should call. He misses you."
“Uh, just tired and hot, had a matinee today for a group of school kids. Long Q&A afterwards.” Karl tries to keep his voice level, but it’s an effort. “Yeah, I’ll ring the flat in a bit.” He turns to survey the empty flat, “Uh, gotta go someone wants to use the phone. See ya soon, luv. Miss you all.”
"Miss you too luv." Steph gives a kissing sound into the phone and lets him go. Really, she hopes Karl comes home soon. Craig may be okay, but she can tell that deep down he really misses Karl. She catches him staring off into space a lot lately.
Karl carefully places the receiver in the cradle. Jaw clenched tight he hurls the beer bottle to the alley below. “Fuck me!” he screams slipping down sit on the floor.
“Not if yeh keep lobbing beer at me, mate.” An accented voice drifts up from below.”
Karl peers over the edge to see Steve’s partner down below. “Ah shite mate, sorry, just got some bad news from home. Come on up, Steve should be back soon.
Craig and Mark make it back from the movie pretty quickly. "I still think that Michael Keaton makes a much better Batman." he argues with Mark good-naturedly. Mark has made a habit of seeing Craig home safe, it's just his way. They usually have a game of cards and watch footie then Mark heads back to his wife. Today, Craig was a little tired and wasn't sure he could deal with cards. It had been almost exactly six months since the incident with Sam and it still hurts to think of how stupid he was to let that man take over his life for four years. "’Fraid I haven't got much to eat, Mark. I forgot to go shopping yesterday." He says as they enter the apartment.
Karl dials the phone slowly and precisely. When it’s answered he hiccups, “Hey love! Got shumshing t’ tell yeh…” then collapses in giggles, as the sounds of wrestling is heard. “Love ya… Mar…” the phone clicks to a dial tone.
"Keaton? Ye daft. Adam West has always been the best Batman. His legs. And he and Burt Ward had some issues."
"Mark, keep in mind I was still in diapers when that show was on!"
"You were not, ye outrageous pup. I've half a mind to whack your bottom for that one."
"Promises, Promises." Craig laughs. "Crap, I don't have anything to eat, I forgot to go shopping."
"Ah, no worries, Craig luv. I'm good. Me wife's got dinner in the kitchen. I'll have something later." Mark pauses, his eyes noting the answer-phone beeping.
Craig walks over to pick it up and listens to the strange message from Karl. He frowns, and dials Karl back. "Hey, let me talk to Karl." He says. "There is soda in the fridge, Mark." He calls over.
"Busy, at the moment." A man he doesn't recognize answers the line. "Who's calling?"
"What do you mean busy?" Craig scowls. "It's his boyfriend. Put him on."
"Sorry mate, call back later." *click*
Craig stares at the receiver in shock. "What the fuck?"
Karl flails as Steve shoves his head under the ice cold shower. “Marty! Get off the fucken phone and get in here, you got ‘em pissed, and he’s too big for me to hold long.” Steve calls to his partner. Soon the duo has Karl semi-sober and settled on the fold-out in the loungeroom. “So run your hair-brained idea past me again.” Steve asks.
“Gonna go home now. Today. Your lover here is ‘bout my size.” Karl looks at the older man beside him, “well little bigger, and knows the lines. He can stand in for me while I take his advice and go fight for meh man.” Karl nods his conviction to the room at large.
“Fuck Karl you’re still pissed, both of you!” Steve growls.
“Love, it’ll work. I’ve been running lines with all of you since the show opened. They gave Foster those few days off for a family emergency. This is the same.” His partner cajoles. “Karl will be in Wellington by the afternoon, steal Dr Guy back from the interloper, and back up by early showing Tuesday.” All the flat-mates have been making a point to watch a tape of each day’s episode of “Shortland Street”. Especially fun was teasing Karl during any steamy scenes between Dr Guy and Meredith.
Mark has been dealing with something he hasn't seen before, a very very angry Craig Parker. This is new and different and he’d hate to be in Karl's shoes when next they encounter each other. He watches Craig pace around the room and toss things. Eventually he calms down and settles on the couch to let the bigger man wrap an arm around him. "Hey, listen. Ye don't need to spend the night alone. I'll stay with ye. Sleep on the couch. We can order pizza. The wife won't mind, she likes ye."
He has to admit he's very uneasy about leaving Craig alone to deal with emotions when he's gone through what he has in the last six months. He'd like to kick this Karl person's butt himself. Busy? Hmph.
"I can tell he's drunk, Mark. What if. What if he's with someone?" Craig's voice rises. "I..."
"Craig, luv. From what you've told me, I don't think so. Just settle down, ok." Mark holds both of Craig's hands and proceeds to support him throughout the dodgy night. Eventually, Craig wears himself out worrying and in the end he tucks Craig into the bed. He shakes his head at the superman sheets and grabs a pillow and blanket to sleep on the couch. His long legs are not exactly comfortable there, but he'll deal. Christ it's late. He yawns. 3am? They're going to be sleeping in. Good thing it's Saturday.
Karl pulls off the motorway to fuel up his bike and himself. Stretching the kinks from his sore muscles he removes the helmet from his pounding head. Fuck there isn’t enough aspirin on the island to rid him of the hangover from hell. This is either the best move he’s made in his life or the worst. It definitely wasn’t the wisest. Fuck he hoped Marty was right and that he wasn’t screwing up Craig’s life more. It had sounded the perfect solution back in Auckland. Pop home, pop this Ferguson bloke for honing in on his territory, fuck his love through the mattress ‘til neither of them can see straight, and then pop back up to close the play. What if this was the perfect match for Craig? Two fucken peas in a pod Steph had said. She didn’t seem to mind him sniffing around. Then again, she hadn’t said anything against the other bastard until it was too late. This could be another batterer, and Craig could still be giving off use-me, abuse-me signals. Fuck! Back and forth the whole trip, Karl’s mind kept playing both scenarios. After filling the tank, downing a handful of pain pills with the sludge the diner claimed was coffee, and inhaling another tasteless sandwich, Karl eased back into the southbound traffic. Five more hours he groaned, inching the speedometer over the limit as much as he dared.
Craig wakes to the sound of cheerful off-key whistling in the kitchen and the smell of something cooking. His stomach rumbles and he rolls off the bed to see Mark puttering in the kitchen.
"See you’re up, Parker. It's after noon already. Didn’t want to wake you so I had the wife bring something over to eat. Kids are expecting me to take them out later. Feeling better?"
Craig sighs and sits on a stool, dressed in a pair of Karl's trackpants and nothing else. It always comforts him to wear his lover's clothes. "Not hungry." He says petulantly.
"Nonsense." Mark shakes his head. "Eat."
Karl’s anxiety increased as he nears his neighborhood. Every fiber of his body is in agony from the long hard ride. His head was banging merrily to the revolutions of the engine. What the fuck was in that shite Marty’d had him drinking? He pulled to the kerb, not bothering to head around back and the garage. Red-rimmed eyes squinting from the sun’s glare, he grabbed the package from the saddlebags and rushed upstairs as quickly as his stiff muscles would allow.
It took three attempts and putting the package down before Karl could get his key in the lock and the door open. Fuck me. He’s gorgeous. Karl thought as he saw his blue-eyed, spiky-haired Kitten sitting bare-chested at the counter. “Hey luv missed yeh.” He croaked.
Mark looks up from other side of the kitchen counter in surprise.
Craig just stares at the door, and then scowls as he remembers what happened on the phone. "What are you doing home?" He snaps a little more harshly than he means to. "Thought you were too busy to talk to me." He jumps to his feet, eyes flashing.
"Easy Parker..." Mark starts to say then shuts up when he gets a more complete eyeful of pissed off Karl Urban.
Karl stands swaying in the doorway, jaw and fists clenching. Fuck that answered that question. He shifts to focus on the tall dark older man in the kitchen. Ah Kitten, what’s with the old men? He sighed to himself as he crossed the room. Stopping mere inches from who he assumes is Ferguson; Karl looks up at the older man. “You fucken better treat him like he’s the best thing on this earth…” He takes a gulping pause, “or I WILL stick a rubber band around your goolies." Blood roaring in his ears, Karl spins around and runs for the stairwell, retching before he can get down more than one flight.
Craig's eyes widen, and he darts after Karl. "Karl... no..." He practically springs down the stairs after him. "Wait... oh baby... Mark isn’t. He's STRAIGHT for fuck sakes. Karl... Christ... what happened? Oh damn it."
He tries to reach for Karl, rubbing his back as the poor man wretches.
Mark simply scratches his head in confusion.
Raising bloodshot eyes Karl wipes at his mouth. “So was I.” He answers and curls into himself as another surge of bile threatens. Karl discovered his own true sexuality with Craig, so the fact Ferguson may be straight now doesn’t hold any weight. “Luv, yeh don’t have any shoes or anythin’, go on up to your friend. I’ll be up in a minute.” He says, wishing he could slip away unnoticed.
"No! Karl Urban, you come with me right now." Craig sounds remarkably like Karl's Mum. "Mark is a friend, yes. And that's it. He's married with two kids for chrissake and his wife was here delivering lunch just a bit ago ‘cause she was worried about me." Craig pets Karl's hair, "come on luv, come up with me." he coaxes.
A corner of Karl’s mouth quirks at the tone. Craig slowly helps him upright as every part of Karl’s body screams in agony. “Shouldn’t have done it with Marty,” he mumbles about the excessive drinking, “And needed to come home and explain.” Another gulp to keep in the bile, Karl lets Craig lead him to the couch, then yelps and rolls to his side after his saddle-sore butt hits the cushions.
"Poor luv." Craig picks up the package and eyes it curiously as he brings it over. "Just lie on your stomach and put your head in my lap."
Mark considers the pair in amusement. Then he starts to whip something up. "Just the thing for hangovers mate I’m Mark Ferguson and I gather you are the famous Karl Urban. Y’er man here goes on about you every hour. N’er a minute passes that he doesn't mention your name. Well granted last night it was in conjunction with several naughty words."
Karl moans softly as he rubs his aching head over Craig’s lap. “Everythin’ hurts… had t’ tell yeh… didn’t mean to with Marty…” he mumbles around huge yawns.
Craig starts to pet Karl's hair gently, carefully stroking it. "Didn't mean to what?"
Mark finishes making his mixture and brings it over to the two men. "There ya are. I have to Jet, Craig-luv. Liam has a soccer game and I promised I'd be there. You think you can handle Mr. Mouth here?"
"Always."
Mark kisses Craig quickly, and grabs his jacket. "Y'know, at this rate I'm going to wear a shirt with a great big flag 'wife and kids'." he mutters. "This is the fifth time someone assumed I'm gay because I hang out with you. Ya runt."
"That's because no one can resist me." Craig bats his eyes.
"Take care of your boyfriend and don't give me any of that lip. Nice to finally meet you Karl." Mark smirks and is gone.
“Fuck me…” Karl cursed rubbing at his sore tailbone. He growls as the tall Mark-bloke kisses Craig. Fucken glib bastard, married or not, Karl would make sure to keep an eye on him when he got back to the “Shortland Street” set. A grunt is his only reply when Ferguson takes his leave.
Craig watches Mark go, "Doesn't he look great in shorts?" He rubs down Karl's shoulders to the small of his back. "You thought? Wait...How did you know about Mark? KARL. You didn't... you weren't... you were... and you did." Craig shakes his head. "What am I going to do with you?" He glances over at the package, blue eyes sparkling. "What's in the bag?"
“Not making sense, y’re rambling.” Karl mumbled again, the comfort of being in Craig’s arms is soothing to his aches and pains.
"Never mind. You're here now, baby." He trace's Karl's lips. "Missed you and I don't want anyone else but you, you arse." He leans down and kisses his lover, teasing him by pulling on his lip. "You haven't been sleeping again have you?"
“Arse hurts… mmm” Karl tries to follow the questing lips with his own. “Bike… rode… all night, day.” The yawns intensify.
Craig moves his hand down towards the sore arse and rubs it gently. "Very tense. We should get you out of these clothes and I can give you a massage. But first you should drink some of what Mark made to help your poor head and stomach."
Karl head throbs as he raises it carefully. He levels a bleary gaze at his half dressed lover. “Jus’ want me nekkid, you too.” Then frowns at his unresponsive crotch, “think it’s broken, tho’.”
Craig grins, "We'll see about that. C'mon." He helps Karl get to his feet. "Lean against me."
“Strong Kitten for meh feisty kitty.” Karl sways as he’s led down the hall. “No more showers,” he protests as they near the bathroom. “They bathed me, worse than Mum.” He shivered at the memory of the icy water soaking his jeans the day before.
Craig carries/drags Karl to the bed and starts to strip him. "That's because they don't know how to treat you right." his fingers linger in the soft hairs surrounding a particular sorely missed organ.
Karl pokes at the sorry flaccid flesh himself, “Broken… you’ll have to do it.” He pulls Craig on top of him. “Missed my warm Kitten.”
Craig laughs again and crawls on top of the now naked Karl. He's dressed only in trackpants. "Mmm..." he presses against his lover, rubbing his cock near said flaccid piece. "I think it's missed me too. You've been abusing it lately?" He trails his fingers over Karl's face, settling one at the bottom of his ear.
Karl shivers at the touch, “I think it died too long away from its familiar home.” He tucked a hand into the back of Craig’s trackpants. “Fuck me love, wanted in there so bad, too.”
"Just relax a bit, lover." Craig pulls his trackpants off along with his undies and kicks them off the bed. He leans down with his lips and nibbles at Karl's neck, then works his way up, his tongue finding the sensitive area along Karl's earlobe. As he does his own cock rubs against Karl's soft one lovingly. "Home at last." Craig whispers. "Just wait until you're back for good and you can fuck me every night until you exhaust yourself."
“Home yea,” Karl sighed. The hangover receding slightly from Mark’s concoction, the long trip and stress are catching up with him. “Sleep Kitten, please.”
Craig sighs and cuddles against Karl. He's not tired himself, but his lover requires the heat from his body to relax. It feels so good to have Karl back. He kisses the tired lips and continues to pet and stroke until his love falls asleep. "It's alright now, Karl."
Karl sighs contentedly. He’s having the best dream: his Kitten draped along his back, erection nestled against his arse. He presses his own awakening shaft into the mattress. Fuck, don’t wake me, he silently admonishes it. Craig’s lovely warmth will be gone, and Karl will again be alone on the lumpy fold-out, the whole island away from his love.
"Mmm..." Craig purrs in Karl's ear. "I think you already are awake." He had spent a very nice few hours lying cuddled up against his bold lover. "Feeling any better love?"
As his dream lover purrs in his ear, Karl moans slipping deeper into the fantasy. “Fuck me love, wanna feel you deep inside.” He sighs again, knowing he will wake hard and empty and alone before the dream can play out.
Craig feels his cock jolt at the very idea. But... he hasn't, not in a very long time. He licks and kisses the back of Karl's neck, running his hands down his sides to massage his pert arse. "Do you really want me to, Karl?" he asks mouth dry with anticipation.
“Mmm, ‘til I wake up all alone so far away from you” Karl mutters into the pillow.
"You're not alone." Craig whispers. "You're with me. You came home today, Home to me." He urges Karl awake. "Open you're beautiful eyes love."
“Home?” Karl dares to open an eye. The blue sheets and familiar headboard convince him it’s not a dream. “Kitten?” he rolls to pull Craig in a tight embrace. “Oh love, you are here.”
"Hi..." Craig lies across Karl, sprawled casually. "I take it you have missed me?" He leans down and captures Karl's lips in a sensual kiss, wrapping his tongue around his lover's.
Karl’s eyes close tight as they share deep kisses and tongue licks. Reluctantly parting their lips, he whispers, “Oh fuck me, Love. Yea, I missed you so much.” His dark green eyes study the beloved deep blue one above him. “So many times I’ve dreamt this only to wake all alone and needing you so much.”
"You'll be back for good soon, won't you?" Craig's fingers trail down strong shoulders to his nipples. "Then you're not allowed to leave again. Hate it when you're gone. Lonely in this bed. Don't have my superman to fill it."
Karl snorts a laugh, “Mum has corrupted yeh, buying more hero bed sheets” he grumbled nibbling a path along Craig’s neck and collarbone. “Your ‘superman’ only wants to fill you,” he purred shifting his hands down to align their erections and hips. “Haven’t watched you come in so long, so gorgeous when you do.”
Craig grins. "You were saying just now how much you wanted me to fill you." He snickers and nibbles on one of his lover's nipples. "Mum and I have been keeping our hands occupied with several projects. Wait till you see the new bathtub..."
Arching into the talented lips, Karl murmurs, “Yeah, been dreaming tha…ahhh,” he moans as the nub is suckled hard. Recalling pleasurable adventures in the tub/shower he adds, “Just as long as we both fit in it, is all I care.”
"Oh we can both fit alright." Craig giggles lapping at the beloved bud he's missed so much. One hand runs down to rub at Karl's cock. "Convinced your mum finally not to hide the lube."
Running his hands over the cleft he’s been without for weeks, Karl teases the small pucker. “Then get it and put it to good use. Need to make up for lost time, god I’ve missed this, missed you.” His other hand pulls Craig’s face up for another searing kiss.
Craig reaches over to a small pouch on the bedside table and lets the tube tumble into his hand. He squeezes it onto Karl's fingers and puts a bit on his own so he can swathe his lover's cock. "Afterwards we can take a bath and I can turn on the jets for your poor backside."
Spying the pouch, Karl rolls his eyes, “Don’t tell me, Mum made the pouch? Oh fuck me, me Mum sewed us a lube pouch.” He giggled as he rolled Craig beneath him trailing licks and nips down the older man’s torso. Stopping to lave one taut nub he growled “Gonna have to taste every inch of you, in case anythin’s changed or forgotten my touch.” Reaching the beads of pre-come glistening on his lover’s stomach, he lapped them up and then turned to sip the drops welling from the slit of the shaft bouncing against his cheek.
"I see you can't make up your mind." Craig smiles and lays back to allow his lover access. He parts his legs, cock twitching at the contact. "Whether to suck me or fuck me." He giggles. "I think you need to turn around so you can do both..."
“Huh?” Karl raises his head licking at his slick lips. His confused green eyes drag back up his lover’s toned body to settle on twinkling blue ones. “How can I fuck you if my cock’s up there and your gorgeous arse is down here?” He asked sliding his hands around slim hips to cup Craig’s rear.
Craig’s eyes widen and then he laughs heartily. "You've never...no of course you haven't." His legs tremble as his rear is squeezed. "Karl, love. You will be fucking me; it’s just that I will be sucking you at the same time.” He grins, eyes sparkling. “It's different... but just as good."
Karl sits back on his heels, his head cocked and brow furrowed; trying to figure out the logistics of what Craig’s just said. “Uh…” he looks over both their bodies, “Oh! I got it!” He laughs self-consciously, and crawls up to cover Craig’s body. “You want to suck me with these luscious lips while I finger fuck yeh.” He says between nipping kisses to his lover’s red lips. “Gotta remember luv, you’re my first bloke.” He grinds their hips together before asking, “Now why is it I’m the one moving all around whilst you lay here like a prima donna?” dimples flash in a cheeky grin.
"Because I'm older," Craig grins, "And you have all the energy young un. Besides, you seem to be having issues deciding what to do." He reaches down to drag his hands up Karl's stomach and roll his fingers over peaked nipples. “I think you better decide fast... or I might just flip you over and fuck you right now."
“Oh, like that are we, my playful impatient Kitten?” Karl arches his chest into the plucking fingers, making their cocks rub along each other. The nickname reminds him of the package he’d brought up personally, “Mebbe I’ll take back the gift I drove all night and day to deliver,” he says smirking. “Or,” he pulls Craig’s leg up to slide a hand under to tease along his lover’s cleft, “I can fill this with month’s worth of come, right now.” The last delivered in a low growl.
Craig pulls his legs apart and lifts his hips into Karl's touch. "I have been resisting." He complains with a little pout. "I wanted so badly to open it but I also wanted to stay in your arms. Karl..." His blue eyes shimmer, "Please, I need you...want you inside. We can do that other thing later..."
“That’s what I thought,” Karl purrs as he digs the lube from under a pillow. Soon he has Craig’s legs draped over his spread thighs, and they both moan when he inserts the first slicked finger into his Kitten’s depths. “That’s it love, open for me, need you so much,” he whispers in awe watching the blue-eyed man purr and undulate at his ministrations.
Craig arches his back into Karl's fingers, "ghn..." he gasps at the contact. Feels tight, but it's been a while. "Yeah... need you too. Don't want you to leave again." His eyes water slightly. "Missed this, you. Everything."
Karl strokes over Craig’s length before pulling their hips together to impale his lover slowly. “Ahh, Fuck me love… missed you, missed this soo much.” He pulls Craig up to straddle his lap as they both begin to move.
Craig cries out, pushing down on the hard cock at his entrance, "Oh god." He clutches Karl's shoulders, one hand running up through his hair to twine in his locks. "More please... keep going..."
Karl pulls his lover closer, hands on Craig’s hips and guiding both their movements. “Yes, yes, more,” he gasps as he trails his lips down his Kitten’s jaw and neck. “Fuck me, you feel so good. Missed you so much.”
Craig sighs happily, head resting against Karl's shoulder. Just don't stop..." He threads his fingers through Karl's hair and catches the tongue that travels over his cheek to tangle with it, then suck on his lover's bottom lip.
Deepening the kiss, Karl speeds up their movements. It’s been too long, the nights too lonely with out this beautiful blue-eyed man. “Soon, love… need to feel you, see you come… so gorgeous… ungh… I’ve missed this soo much.” He gasps between licking kisses over Craig’s red lips.
Their sweat slicked rhythm continues to build and Craig whimpers, moaning Karl's name like a chant or prayer. He swallows and nuzzles his head against his lover's neck. "Gotta... gonna..." he rasps, coming undone fairly quickly due to the length of time they have been apart.
As Craig gasps and shudders in his arms, Karl starts a steady stroke up and down his lover’s cock. Flicking a thumb over the tip, he encourages Craig to come. “Come love, come for me now… wanna feel you squeeze me… uhhh,” He groans trying told hold off his building orgasm.
Craig finally loses himself in the orgasm that he'd been holding back. He has needed this for so long, needed Karl. He can't imagine what he would have done if he hadn't gone to talk to Karl that day. "Ahh... Karl..." He whimpers.
As his Kitten’s inner walls clench around his cock, Karl groans as he too comes. The spasms seem to go on and on. “Oh fuck me love, you are so gorgeous when you come undone like this,” he gasps amidst licks across Craig’s face. Retaining the connection deep in his lover’s body, he slowly leans back to drape his love over his body. “Don’t wanna let you go. This is where you belong,” he whispers pulling Craig into a tight hug.
"Yeah... belong to you." Craig sighs and curls against his lover. "Love you." He whispers without thinking, purring in satisfaction as the younger man does not leave his body. It's beautiful and he doesn't want to think of anything else except this. Karl. Their life and especially not what life would have been like if he had not met Karl. He finds one of Karl's hands and wraps their fingers together.
“Yea… mine” Karl clasps the back of Craig’s head, bringing it down for a searing kiss, his heart swelling. Moved beyond words, he can only purr his assent deep in his throat as their tongues dance against each other. His fingers tightening around Craig’s wishing for the moment to go on forever.
TBC
AUTHORS: rufferto and kitty_trio
EMAILS: rufferto@twcny.rr.com and kittyTsapphire@yahoo.com
PAIRING: Craig Parker/Karl Urban
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.
MANIP NOTE: It's not my best manip, but for those of you who remember. Karl's bed sheets are something of a joke by his Mum. And Kitty's still thinking superhero!slash might've been wiser choice *g*
A/N: A special Thank You to the lovely haldoor who's given us some Kiwi-isms, and helped correct others *smooch*. Once again edited solely by Kitty, so any errors are purely feline.
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CHAPTER TWELVE
It's been six months since Sam was found, entered rehab and got a leading roll which took him out of New Zealand altogether. Karl had to leave Craig in Wellington and go work in Auckland at a theatre and it's been almost two months since they've last seen each other. Karl's due back on “Shortland Street” as Jamie soon in mid November and Craig can't wait. They've settled into life together pretty easily. Between his own psychologist, Karl's mum and Stephanie and Angela, Craig is well on the mend.
The boys have had their ups and downs and fights over the shower, and who gets what side of the bed, but in the end a good roll in the sheets tends to solve any issues.
But two months is a long time, and during that time new faces have come to “Shortland Street” to interfere in the pleasant lives of its actors and actresses.
One particular face has been at Craig Parker's side rather frequently lately: A tall man by the name of Mark Ferguson. He worked with Craig ages ago on “Gloss”, and was -Steph reported to Karl's Mum- very vocal that Craig not end up with Sam Neil. But Craig didn't listen.
Mark Ferguson smiles as Craig finishes the latest scene. He'd been watching Parker, waiting for them to finish so they could get to the gym. "You were great!" He tells his friend as Craig and Steph come off the set. "You done? Hi Steph."
“Hey, Mark." Steph grins up at the taller man. "What are you two up to tonight?"
Craig wipes the back of his neck. "A bit at the gym and that new Batman flick that's out, eh, Mark?"
Karl slams into the flat he’s sharing with several cast mates. Fucken pigsty, he kicks a pile of someone’s clothes out of his path. Stopping in the small kitchenette for a beer, he searches for the phone. The cord finally leads him out to the small balcony. Perfect, maybe he can get some privacy. Shedding his damp shirt he dials Wellington. No one answers at the flat so he calls the “Shortland Street” set. The dispatcher puts him through to Stephanie. Good, she can make sure Craig is home when Karl sends up the special surprise. Swallowing a mouthful quickly, he greets Steph, “Hey luv! How’s our boy doing?”
Craig and Mark have already headed to the carpark when Steph gets the call.
"Karl!" Steph gives an excited shout when she answers the phone. "Oh honey it's good to hear your voice. We miss you here. Oh hey, someone get Craig before he leaves! How is the play going? Is it over soon?"
A bloke on the other end of the set shrugs and calls loudly, "He's already gone off with Ferguson."
The voice can definitely be heard over the phone.
”Going well, should be closing in another couple weeks… Ferguson? Is that Craig’s new therapist?” Karl wipes the sweat off his chest and takes another swig of beer.
Steph shakes her head, "Nah, that's Mark, Darryl on the show. Nice guy. Craig likes him. They get along like two peas in a pod. You should hear them joke together, have me in stitches every time. That's great about the show! Craig's been doing well. You should see him. He always smiles now, always happy. I know he's been seeing the therapist regularly. And you know Sam's out of the country, eh? Probably for good. It's great for Craig. When are you coming home?"
Karl spits his mouthful across the balcony. “What?” he splutters clutching the receiver tight, “He…he likes him?” Fuck, fuck he knew that was a possibility as Craig got stronger and discovered himself. “Uh, thanks Steph… uh was just checking in, yeh know?” He bites hard into his cheek to quell the tremor in his voice, “Should probably be hom… uh back around the tenth. Say hi to everyone… uh, and has that Kieren kid shown up yet?” God it hurt, but he couldn’t hold Craig back from finding someone else.
"Yeah, Kieren's been rehearsing a few scenes. Great kid, you'll like working with him." Steph cocks her head to the side, "Karl? You okay?" She scratches her head. "Hey, Craig should be home in a few hours. He said he was going to a movie. You should call. He misses you."
“Uh, just tired and hot, had a matinee today for a group of school kids. Long Q&A afterwards.” Karl tries to keep his voice level, but it’s an effort. “Yeah, I’ll ring the flat in a bit.” He turns to survey the empty flat, “Uh, gotta go someone wants to use the phone. See ya soon, luv. Miss you all.”
"Miss you too luv." Steph gives a kissing sound into the phone and lets him go. Really, she hopes Karl comes home soon. Craig may be okay, but she can tell that deep down he really misses Karl. She catches him staring off into space a lot lately.
Karl carefully places the receiver in the cradle. Jaw clenched tight he hurls the beer bottle to the alley below. “Fuck me!” he screams slipping down sit on the floor.
“Not if yeh keep lobbing beer at me, mate.” An accented voice drifts up from below.”
Karl peers over the edge to see Steve’s partner down below. “Ah shite mate, sorry, just got some bad news from home. Come on up, Steve should be back soon.
Craig and Mark make it back from the movie pretty quickly. "I still think that Michael Keaton makes a much better Batman." he argues with Mark good-naturedly. Mark has made a habit of seeing Craig home safe, it's just his way. They usually have a game of cards and watch footie then Mark heads back to his wife. Today, Craig was a little tired and wasn't sure he could deal with cards. It had been almost exactly six months since the incident with Sam and it still hurts to think of how stupid he was to let that man take over his life for four years. "’Fraid I haven't got much to eat, Mark. I forgot to go shopping yesterday." He says as they enter the apartment.
Karl dials the phone slowly and precisely. When it’s answered he hiccups, “Hey love! Got shumshing t’ tell yeh…” then collapses in giggles, as the sounds of wrestling is heard. “Love ya… Mar…” the phone clicks to a dial tone.
"Keaton? Ye daft. Adam West has always been the best Batman. His legs. And he and Burt Ward had some issues."
"Mark, keep in mind I was still in diapers when that show was on!"
"You were not, ye outrageous pup. I've half a mind to whack your bottom for that one."
"Promises, Promises." Craig laughs. "Crap, I don't have anything to eat, I forgot to go shopping."
"Ah, no worries, Craig luv. I'm good. Me wife's got dinner in the kitchen. I'll have something later." Mark pauses, his eyes noting the answer-phone beeping.
Craig walks over to pick it up and listens to the strange message from Karl. He frowns, and dials Karl back. "Hey, let me talk to Karl." He says. "There is soda in the fridge, Mark." He calls over.
"Busy, at the moment." A man he doesn't recognize answers the line. "Who's calling?"
"What do you mean busy?" Craig scowls. "It's his boyfriend. Put him on."
"Sorry mate, call back later." *click*
Craig stares at the receiver in shock. "What the fuck?"
Karl flails as Steve shoves his head under the ice cold shower. “Marty! Get off the fucken phone and get in here, you got ‘em pissed, and he’s too big for me to hold long.” Steve calls to his partner. Soon the duo has Karl semi-sober and settled on the fold-out in the loungeroom. “So run your hair-brained idea past me again.” Steve asks.
“Gonna go home now. Today. Your lover here is ‘bout my size.” Karl looks at the older man beside him, “well little bigger, and knows the lines. He can stand in for me while I take his advice and go fight for meh man.” Karl nods his conviction to the room at large.
“Fuck Karl you’re still pissed, both of you!” Steve growls.
“Love, it’ll work. I’ve been running lines with all of you since the show opened. They gave Foster those few days off for a family emergency. This is the same.” His partner cajoles. “Karl will be in Wellington by the afternoon, steal Dr Guy back from the interloper, and back up by early showing Tuesday.” All the flat-mates have been making a point to watch a tape of each day’s episode of “Shortland Street”. Especially fun was teasing Karl during any steamy scenes between Dr Guy and Meredith.
Mark has been dealing with something he hasn't seen before, a very very angry Craig Parker. This is new and different and he’d hate to be in Karl's shoes when next they encounter each other. He watches Craig pace around the room and toss things. Eventually he calms down and settles on the couch to let the bigger man wrap an arm around him. "Hey, listen. Ye don't need to spend the night alone. I'll stay with ye. Sleep on the couch. We can order pizza. The wife won't mind, she likes ye."
He has to admit he's very uneasy about leaving Craig alone to deal with emotions when he's gone through what he has in the last six months. He'd like to kick this Karl person's butt himself. Busy? Hmph.
"I can tell he's drunk, Mark. What if. What if he's with someone?" Craig's voice rises. "I..."
"Craig, luv. From what you've told me, I don't think so. Just settle down, ok." Mark holds both of Craig's hands and proceeds to support him throughout the dodgy night. Eventually, Craig wears himself out worrying and in the end he tucks Craig into the bed. He shakes his head at the superman sheets and grabs a pillow and blanket to sleep on the couch. His long legs are not exactly comfortable there, but he'll deal. Christ it's late. He yawns. 3am? They're going to be sleeping in. Good thing it's Saturday.
Karl pulls off the motorway to fuel up his bike and himself. Stretching the kinks from his sore muscles he removes the helmet from his pounding head. Fuck there isn’t enough aspirin on the island to rid him of the hangover from hell. This is either the best move he’s made in his life or the worst. It definitely wasn’t the wisest. Fuck he hoped Marty was right and that he wasn’t screwing up Craig’s life more. It had sounded the perfect solution back in Auckland. Pop home, pop this Ferguson bloke for honing in on his territory, fuck his love through the mattress ‘til neither of them can see straight, and then pop back up to close the play. What if this was the perfect match for Craig? Two fucken peas in a pod Steph had said. She didn’t seem to mind him sniffing around. Then again, she hadn’t said anything against the other bastard until it was too late. This could be another batterer, and Craig could still be giving off use-me, abuse-me signals. Fuck! Back and forth the whole trip, Karl’s mind kept playing both scenarios. After filling the tank, downing a handful of pain pills with the sludge the diner claimed was coffee, and inhaling another tasteless sandwich, Karl eased back into the southbound traffic. Five more hours he groaned, inching the speedometer over the limit as much as he dared.
Craig wakes to the sound of cheerful off-key whistling in the kitchen and the smell of something cooking. His stomach rumbles and he rolls off the bed to see Mark puttering in the kitchen.
"See you’re up, Parker. It's after noon already. Didn’t want to wake you so I had the wife bring something over to eat. Kids are expecting me to take them out later. Feeling better?"
Craig sighs and sits on a stool, dressed in a pair of Karl's trackpants and nothing else. It always comforts him to wear his lover's clothes. "Not hungry." He says petulantly.
"Nonsense." Mark shakes his head. "Eat."
Karl’s anxiety increased as he nears his neighborhood. Every fiber of his body is in agony from the long hard ride. His head was banging merrily to the revolutions of the engine. What the fuck was in that shite Marty’d had him drinking? He pulled to the kerb, not bothering to head around back and the garage. Red-rimmed eyes squinting from the sun’s glare, he grabbed the package from the saddlebags and rushed upstairs as quickly as his stiff muscles would allow.
It took three attempts and putting the package down before Karl could get his key in the lock and the door open. Fuck me. He’s gorgeous. Karl thought as he saw his blue-eyed, spiky-haired Kitten sitting bare-chested at the counter. “Hey luv missed yeh.” He croaked.
Mark looks up from other side of the kitchen counter in surprise.
Craig just stares at the door, and then scowls as he remembers what happened on the phone. "What are you doing home?" He snaps a little more harshly than he means to. "Thought you were too busy to talk to me." He jumps to his feet, eyes flashing.
"Easy Parker..." Mark starts to say then shuts up when he gets a more complete eyeful of pissed off Karl Urban.
Karl stands swaying in the doorway, jaw and fists clenching. Fuck that answered that question. He shifts to focus on the tall dark older man in the kitchen. Ah Kitten, what’s with the old men? He sighed to himself as he crossed the room. Stopping mere inches from who he assumes is Ferguson; Karl looks up at the older man. “You fucken better treat him like he’s the best thing on this earth…” He takes a gulping pause, “or I WILL stick a rubber band around your goolies." Blood roaring in his ears, Karl spins around and runs for the stairwell, retching before he can get down more than one flight.
Craig's eyes widen, and he darts after Karl. "Karl... no..." He practically springs down the stairs after him. "Wait... oh baby... Mark isn’t. He's STRAIGHT for fuck sakes. Karl... Christ... what happened? Oh damn it."
He tries to reach for Karl, rubbing his back as the poor man wretches.
Mark simply scratches his head in confusion.
Raising bloodshot eyes Karl wipes at his mouth. “So was I.” He answers and curls into himself as another surge of bile threatens. Karl discovered his own true sexuality with Craig, so the fact Ferguson may be straight now doesn’t hold any weight. “Luv, yeh don’t have any shoes or anythin’, go on up to your friend. I’ll be up in a minute.” He says, wishing he could slip away unnoticed.
"No! Karl Urban, you come with me right now." Craig sounds remarkably like Karl's Mum. "Mark is a friend, yes. And that's it. He's married with two kids for chrissake and his wife was here delivering lunch just a bit ago ‘cause she was worried about me." Craig pets Karl's hair, "come on luv, come up with me." he coaxes.
A corner of Karl’s mouth quirks at the tone. Craig slowly helps him upright as every part of Karl’s body screams in agony. “Shouldn’t have done it with Marty,” he mumbles about the excessive drinking, “And needed to come home and explain.” Another gulp to keep in the bile, Karl lets Craig lead him to the couch, then yelps and rolls to his side after his saddle-sore butt hits the cushions.
"Poor luv." Craig picks up the package and eyes it curiously as he brings it over. "Just lie on your stomach and put your head in my lap."
Mark considers the pair in amusement. Then he starts to whip something up. "Just the thing for hangovers mate I’m Mark Ferguson and I gather you are the famous Karl Urban. Y’er man here goes on about you every hour. N’er a minute passes that he doesn't mention your name. Well granted last night it was in conjunction with several naughty words."
Karl moans softly as he rubs his aching head over Craig’s lap. “Everythin’ hurts… had t’ tell yeh… didn’t mean to with Marty…” he mumbles around huge yawns.
Craig starts to pet Karl's hair gently, carefully stroking it. "Didn't mean to what?"
Mark finishes making his mixture and brings it over to the two men. "There ya are. I have to Jet, Craig-luv. Liam has a soccer game and I promised I'd be there. You think you can handle Mr. Mouth here?"
"Always."
Mark kisses Craig quickly, and grabs his jacket. "Y'know, at this rate I'm going to wear a shirt with a great big flag 'wife and kids'." he mutters. "This is the fifth time someone assumed I'm gay because I hang out with you. Ya runt."
"That's because no one can resist me." Craig bats his eyes.
"Take care of your boyfriend and don't give me any of that lip. Nice to finally meet you Karl." Mark smirks and is gone.
“Fuck me…” Karl cursed rubbing at his sore tailbone. He growls as the tall Mark-bloke kisses Craig. Fucken glib bastard, married or not, Karl would make sure to keep an eye on him when he got back to the “Shortland Street” set. A grunt is his only reply when Ferguson takes his leave.
Craig watches Mark go, "Doesn't he look great in shorts?" He rubs down Karl's shoulders to the small of his back. "You thought? Wait...How did you know about Mark? KARL. You didn't... you weren't... you were... and you did." Craig shakes his head. "What am I going to do with you?" He glances over at the package, blue eyes sparkling. "What's in the bag?"
“Not making sense, y’re rambling.” Karl mumbled again, the comfort of being in Craig’s arms is soothing to his aches and pains.
"Never mind. You're here now, baby." He trace's Karl's lips. "Missed you and I don't want anyone else but you, you arse." He leans down and kisses his lover, teasing him by pulling on his lip. "You haven't been sleeping again have you?"
“Arse hurts… mmm” Karl tries to follow the questing lips with his own. “Bike… rode… all night, day.” The yawns intensify.
Craig moves his hand down towards the sore arse and rubs it gently. "Very tense. We should get you out of these clothes and I can give you a massage. But first you should drink some of what Mark made to help your poor head and stomach."
Karl head throbs as he raises it carefully. He levels a bleary gaze at his half dressed lover. “Jus’ want me nekkid, you too.” Then frowns at his unresponsive crotch, “think it’s broken, tho’.”
Craig grins, "We'll see about that. C'mon." He helps Karl get to his feet. "Lean against me."
“Strong Kitten for meh feisty kitty.” Karl sways as he’s led down the hall. “No more showers,” he protests as they near the bathroom. “They bathed me, worse than Mum.” He shivered at the memory of the icy water soaking his jeans the day before.
Craig carries/drags Karl to the bed and starts to strip him. "That's because they don't know how to treat you right." his fingers linger in the soft hairs surrounding a particular sorely missed organ.
Karl pokes at the sorry flaccid flesh himself, “Broken… you’ll have to do it.” He pulls Craig on top of him. “Missed my warm Kitten.”
Craig laughs again and crawls on top of the now naked Karl. He's dressed only in trackpants. "Mmm..." he presses against his lover, rubbing his cock near said flaccid piece. "I think it's missed me too. You've been abusing it lately?" He trails his fingers over Karl's face, settling one at the bottom of his ear.
Karl shivers at the touch, “I think it died too long away from its familiar home.” He tucked a hand into the back of Craig’s trackpants. “Fuck me love, wanted in there so bad, too.”
"Just relax a bit, lover." Craig pulls his trackpants off along with his undies and kicks them off the bed. He leans down with his lips and nibbles at Karl's neck, then works his way up, his tongue finding the sensitive area along Karl's earlobe. As he does his own cock rubs against Karl's soft one lovingly. "Home at last." Craig whispers. "Just wait until you're back for good and you can fuck me every night until you exhaust yourself."
“Home yea,” Karl sighed. The hangover receding slightly from Mark’s concoction, the long trip and stress are catching up with him. “Sleep Kitten, please.”
Craig sighs and cuddles against Karl. He's not tired himself, but his lover requires the heat from his body to relax. It feels so good to have Karl back. He kisses the tired lips and continues to pet and stroke until his love falls asleep. "It's alright now, Karl."
Karl sighs contentedly. He’s having the best dream: his Kitten draped along his back, erection nestled against his arse. He presses his own awakening shaft into the mattress. Fuck, don’t wake me, he silently admonishes it. Craig’s lovely warmth will be gone, and Karl will again be alone on the lumpy fold-out, the whole island away from his love.
"Mmm..." Craig purrs in Karl's ear. "I think you already are awake." He had spent a very nice few hours lying cuddled up against his bold lover. "Feeling any better love?"
As his dream lover purrs in his ear, Karl moans slipping deeper into the fantasy. “Fuck me love, wanna feel you deep inside.” He sighs again, knowing he will wake hard and empty and alone before the dream can play out.
Craig feels his cock jolt at the very idea. But... he hasn't, not in a very long time. He licks and kisses the back of Karl's neck, running his hands down his sides to massage his pert arse. "Do you really want me to, Karl?" he asks mouth dry with anticipation.
“Mmm, ‘til I wake up all alone so far away from you” Karl mutters into the pillow.
"You're not alone." Craig whispers. "You're with me. You came home today, Home to me." He urges Karl awake. "Open you're beautiful eyes love."
“Home?” Karl dares to open an eye. The blue sheets and familiar headboard convince him it’s not a dream. “Kitten?” he rolls to pull Craig in a tight embrace. “Oh love, you are here.”
"Hi..." Craig lies across Karl, sprawled casually. "I take it you have missed me?" He leans down and captures Karl's lips in a sensual kiss, wrapping his tongue around his lover's.
Karl’s eyes close tight as they share deep kisses and tongue licks. Reluctantly parting their lips, he whispers, “Oh fuck me, Love. Yea, I missed you so much.” His dark green eyes study the beloved deep blue one above him. “So many times I’ve dreamt this only to wake all alone and needing you so much.”
"You'll be back for good soon, won't you?" Craig's fingers trail down strong shoulders to his nipples. "Then you're not allowed to leave again. Hate it when you're gone. Lonely in this bed. Don't have my superman to fill it."
Karl snorts a laugh, “Mum has corrupted yeh, buying more hero bed sheets” he grumbled nibbling a path along Craig’s neck and collarbone. “Your ‘superman’ only wants to fill you,” he purred shifting his hands down to align their erections and hips. “Haven’t watched you come in so long, so gorgeous when you do.”
Craig grins. "You were saying just now how much you wanted me to fill you." He snickers and nibbles on one of his lover's nipples. "Mum and I have been keeping our hands occupied with several projects. Wait till you see the new bathtub..."
Arching into the talented lips, Karl murmurs, “Yeah, been dreaming tha…ahhh,” he moans as the nub is suckled hard. Recalling pleasurable adventures in the tub/shower he adds, “Just as long as we both fit in it, is all I care.”
"Oh we can both fit alright." Craig giggles lapping at the beloved bud he's missed so much. One hand runs down to rub at Karl's cock. "Convinced your mum finally not to hide the lube."
Running his hands over the cleft he’s been without for weeks, Karl teases the small pucker. “Then get it and put it to good use. Need to make up for lost time, god I’ve missed this, missed you.” His other hand pulls Craig’s face up for another searing kiss.
Craig reaches over to a small pouch on the bedside table and lets the tube tumble into his hand. He squeezes it onto Karl's fingers and puts a bit on his own so he can swathe his lover's cock. "Afterwards we can take a bath and I can turn on the jets for your poor backside."
Spying the pouch, Karl rolls his eyes, “Don’t tell me, Mum made the pouch? Oh fuck me, me Mum sewed us a lube pouch.” He giggled as he rolled Craig beneath him trailing licks and nips down the older man’s torso. Stopping to lave one taut nub he growled “Gonna have to taste every inch of you, in case anythin’s changed or forgotten my touch.” Reaching the beads of pre-come glistening on his lover’s stomach, he lapped them up and then turned to sip the drops welling from the slit of the shaft bouncing against his cheek.
"I see you can't make up your mind." Craig smiles and lays back to allow his lover access. He parts his legs, cock twitching at the contact. "Whether to suck me or fuck me." He giggles. "I think you need to turn around so you can do both..."
“Huh?” Karl raises his head licking at his slick lips. His confused green eyes drag back up his lover’s toned body to settle on twinkling blue ones. “How can I fuck you if my cock’s up there and your gorgeous arse is down here?” He asked sliding his hands around slim hips to cup Craig’s rear.
Craig’s eyes widen and then he laughs heartily. "You've never...no of course you haven't." His legs tremble as his rear is squeezed. "Karl, love. You will be fucking me; it’s just that I will be sucking you at the same time.” He grins, eyes sparkling. “It's different... but just as good."
Karl sits back on his heels, his head cocked and brow furrowed; trying to figure out the logistics of what Craig’s just said. “Uh…” he looks over both their bodies, “Oh! I got it!” He laughs self-consciously, and crawls up to cover Craig’s body. “You want to suck me with these luscious lips while I finger fuck yeh.” He says between nipping kisses to his lover’s red lips. “Gotta remember luv, you’re my first bloke.” He grinds their hips together before asking, “Now why is it I’m the one moving all around whilst you lay here like a prima donna?” dimples flash in a cheeky grin.
"Because I'm older," Craig grins, "And you have all the energy young un. Besides, you seem to be having issues deciding what to do." He reaches down to drag his hands up Karl's stomach and roll his fingers over peaked nipples. “I think you better decide fast... or I might just flip you over and fuck you right now."
“Oh, like that are we, my playful impatient Kitten?” Karl arches his chest into the plucking fingers, making their cocks rub along each other. The nickname reminds him of the package he’d brought up personally, “Mebbe I’ll take back the gift I drove all night and day to deliver,” he says smirking. “Or,” he pulls Craig’s leg up to slide a hand under to tease along his lover’s cleft, “I can fill this with month’s worth of come, right now.” The last delivered in a low growl.
Craig pulls his legs apart and lifts his hips into Karl's touch. "I have been resisting." He complains with a little pout. "I wanted so badly to open it but I also wanted to stay in your arms. Karl..." His blue eyes shimmer, "Please, I need you...want you inside. We can do that other thing later..."
“That’s what I thought,” Karl purrs as he digs the lube from under a pillow. Soon he has Craig’s legs draped over his spread thighs, and they both moan when he inserts the first slicked finger into his Kitten’s depths. “That’s it love, open for me, need you so much,” he whispers in awe watching the blue-eyed man purr and undulate at his ministrations.
Craig arches his back into Karl's fingers, "ghn..." he gasps at the contact. Feels tight, but it's been a while. "Yeah... need you too. Don't want you to leave again." His eyes water slightly. "Missed this, you. Everything."
Karl strokes over Craig’s length before pulling their hips together to impale his lover slowly. “Ahh, Fuck me love… missed you, missed this soo much.” He pulls Craig up to straddle his lap as they both begin to move.
Craig cries out, pushing down on the hard cock at his entrance, "Oh god." He clutches Karl's shoulders, one hand running up through his hair to twine in his locks. "More please... keep going..."
Karl pulls his lover closer, hands on Craig’s hips and guiding both their movements. “Yes, yes, more,” he gasps as he trails his lips down his Kitten’s jaw and neck. “Fuck me, you feel so good. Missed you so much.”
Craig sighs happily, head resting against Karl's shoulder. Just don't stop..." He threads his fingers through Karl's hair and catches the tongue that travels over his cheek to tangle with it, then suck on his lover's bottom lip.
Deepening the kiss, Karl speeds up their movements. It’s been too long, the nights too lonely with out this beautiful blue-eyed man. “Soon, love… need to feel you, see you come… so gorgeous… ungh… I’ve missed this soo much.” He gasps between licking kisses over Craig’s red lips.
Their sweat slicked rhythm continues to build and Craig whimpers, moaning Karl's name like a chant or prayer. He swallows and nuzzles his head against his lover's neck. "Gotta... gonna..." he rasps, coming undone fairly quickly due to the length of time they have been apart.
As Craig gasps and shudders in his arms, Karl starts a steady stroke up and down his lover’s cock. Flicking a thumb over the tip, he encourages Craig to come. “Come love, come for me now… wanna feel you squeeze me… uhhh,” He groans trying told hold off his building orgasm.
Craig finally loses himself in the orgasm that he'd been holding back. He has needed this for so long, needed Karl. He can't imagine what he would have done if he hadn't gone to talk to Karl that day. "Ahh... Karl..." He whimpers.
As his Kitten’s inner walls clench around his cock, Karl groans as he too comes. The spasms seem to go on and on. “Oh fuck me love, you are so gorgeous when you come undone like this,” he gasps amidst licks across Craig’s face. Retaining the connection deep in his lover’s body, he slowly leans back to drape his love over his body. “Don’t wanna let you go. This is where you belong,” he whispers pulling Craig into a tight hug.
"Yeah... belong to you." Craig sighs and curls against his lover. "Love you." He whispers without thinking, purring in satisfaction as the younger man does not leave his body. It's beautiful and he doesn't want to think of anything else except this. Karl. Their life and especially not what life would have been like if he had not met Karl. He finds one of Karl's hands and wraps their fingers together.
“Yea… mine” Karl clasps the back of Craig’s head, bringing it down for a searing kiss, his heart swelling. Moved beyond words, he can only purr his assent deep in his throat as their tongues dance against each other. His fingers tightening around Craig’s wishing for the moment to go on forever.
TBC