Fic: Mate with Benefits 14/?
TITLE: Mate with Benefits 14/?
AUTHORS: rufferto and kitty_trio
EMAILS: rufferto@twcny.rr.com and kittyTsapphire@yahoo.com
PAIRING: Craig Parker/Karl Urban, Mark Ferguson, Marton Csokas
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.
A/N: Thanks to an image courtesy lady__vaako (and Mates now also archived at her Urban Reveries), Ruff’s fertile mind has created another fantabulous manip (that Kitty couldn’t fully appreciate due to a w/e house guest during the creation process *pffffbt*)
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
After watching Craig’s bare arse head out the door, Karl stacks the pillows behind his head. He winces slightly when he shifts more upright. Fucken hell, he still can’t fully believe they’d gone that far. But Karl cannot deny his Kitten anything. The ecstasy on his lover’s face was incredible. He smiles to himself thinking of the couple new tricks he’d learned up in Auckland. Craig has put up with his stumbling and bumbling during their couplings so far. It will be so wonderful to show his lover what more Karl can do to pleasure him. A soft smile and sigh on his lips, Karl’s eyes close as he takes in that he is actually here, home.
Craig comes back about ten minutes later with some chunky homemade beef stew and some fresh bread that he made himself. He carries it on a tray and sets it easily down on the bed. "Don't jiggle the bed." He warns Karl as he stirs a spoon into the stew and lifts it to his lover's lips.
"This will make your tummy feel good." He grins and hands the spoon to his lover so he can lie back and watch Karl eat.
“Mmhf,” Karl swallows the first bite blissfully. “So good love,” he mumbles around the next before setting the bowl aside to slather a thick slice of bread with butter. A large buttered crumb falls to his chest when he takes a big bite. Lifting greasy lips in a cheeky grin he picks up the crumb and aims it at Craig’s mouth. “Open wide,” the bite almost to its goal, Karl quickly lowers his hand and smears it over one of his Kitten’s nipples. His head follows to lap up the treat and suckle the flesh beneath. “Ah perfect, all it needed was some Kitten flavoring,” he chuckled picking up the bowl to finish the stew.
Craig sucks in his breath, appalled to find out that that actually was getting a reaction. "Karl, you need to eat... the food, not me..." He rasps. "How are you going to have any energy to ride back?”
“No worries mate,” Karl replies mouth full of more stew. “A reviving shower will do wonders.” He waggles his brows. “And I never got to finish my re-exploration of every bit of your body.” With each word, Karl lowers his head closer and closer to the nipple he’d just suckled.
Craig bats at Karl's cheek playfully. "Eat your meal." He tries to gain control over himself. "We can’t have sex ALL the time."
“Just discussed that eh” Karl sighs, trying a ‘Craig-patented’ pout. “We have two month’s worth of rooting to catch up.” He sits up straighter and hurriedly finishes his meal. Occasional glances at Craig’s lap convince him it won’t take much to sway his Kitten to his plan.
Craig's lower lip forms into a pout, but he has to agree. They have been away from each other for a long time. It's just that... He feels a little odd. He watches Karl eat, following the movement of his tongue as he reaches over to rub at his lover's neck and shoulders. That pout was hard to resist, however. Maybe he was just being a girl, as most people tend to accuse him of.
Karl softly moans and arches into the massage. Once done eating, he sets the tray and dishes aside. Then he begins an oral exploration of his lover’s body. Starting by nibbling at the pushed out lower lip, moving over jaw, ear, neck he licks and kisses with an occasional scrape of teeth. “Mmm love, you taste so good.” He pushes his lover flat and continues down, licking and lightly suckling his mark. Moving on to pectorals, stopping to tweak and nibble dusky nipples to firm attention, down to quivering abs again varying the use of his tongue and teeth. Once he arrives at Craig’s navel, Karl stabs his tongue in repeatedly.
Craig grumbles and sighs, leaning back on the pillows. Soon the sighs start to turn into little moans of pleasure with each touch of Karl's lips. He runs his fingers through Karl's hair as the man's head lowers. "Jesus..." He whimpers. "Karl..." his legs part on either side of his lover, ready in spite of it all.
Karl ignores Craig’s erection throbbing and blood red in its need. Instead he bites and nibbles at his lover’s hipbone following the crease down to nuzzle the furred sac before starting on the other side. Finishing the second circuit, Karl licks at one ball softly and then raises a sultry gaze to his Kitten. “I’m ready for my dessert, are you?”
Craig writhes under Karl's tongue unable to control the sweet sounds of pleasure that erupt from his lips. "K kaaarl..." he gasps. “Oh please, yes." His hips lift involuntarily.
Firm hands on hips, Karl pushes his lover back to the bed, his thumbs on either side sweeping down from the base of Craig’s cock to the area behind his balls. One after the other, he sucks each ball into his mouth, tongue softly swirling and then pulling off with a pop. Once his lover’s hips threaten to break his hold, Karl moves up. Fervently hoping he remembers what he’d done with Mari, Karl licks the drops gathering at the tip, and then engulfs the entire length. Taking in a relaxing breath, he angles his head just a bit, and lets the head slide down his throat.
Craig nearly floats off the bed when Karl takes his entire length. He cries out and gasps at the same time, nearly causing himself to choke. "H...h...." He trembles and tries very hard not to thrust into Karl's mouth. Oh god he wants to. God he can’t believe how close he is to coming, -again-. What...how...how did Karl learn this?
He tosses his head back and moans sharply. "Oh...yeah...yes Karl..."
Karl hums as he increases the suction. The hands on Craig’s hips help him ride the small thrusts. He would smile if he could this was so much better with his sweet Kitten mewling and bucking than how he’d learned in Auckland. Running a thumb nail along the patch of skin behind his lover’s balls and laving his tongue along the vein of the throbbing cock, he encourages his love to come deep down his throat.
The increased suction and humming does Craig in. Karl's become...so good at this. He bucks a couple of times and his toes curl on the sheets. The helpless man shudders and whimpers. His body is completely at Karl's mercy. Unable to withhold his orgasm any longer, Craig's cry is almost a scream as he comes hot and quick into his lover's eager coaxing mouth.
Fucken hell, Karl can feel the instant his love’s release races through his body. A few jets pulse down his throat before he can pull back enough to taste and swallow in a more controlled manner. He very gently laves the organ clean and sweeps his hands over Craig’s quaking flanks. His Kitten still shuddering and panting through the aftershocks, Karl climbs back up the bed to pull the drained man into his arms. “’s ok love, I’ve got you.” He whispers, running his hands from head to waist in calming sweeps. “God you were so beautiful coming like that.” Getting a little nervous when Craig continued to shake and lay limply in his arms, Karl asks “Was that ok love? I…I thought you’d like somethin’ like that…”
Craig lies still in Karl's arms for a long moment. His eyes closed. He doesn’t say anything as he trembles every now and then. A thousand questions rock through his mind. How could Karl have learned that if he hadn't...slept with... Craig suddenly feels ill. He untangles himself from Karl's arms abruptly and blindly scrambles from the bed. He clutches his stomach, refusing to look at Karl as he grabs a dressing gown and runs to the bathroom. He shuts and locks the door, panting as his stomach heaves.
“Kitten? Love, what’s wrong?” Karl watches Craig dash down the hall. Wondering more at the closed bathroom door, he pauses when the phone rings, but ignores it when he realizes the door is locked. “Love, the door’s stuck. Let me in so I can help you if you’re sick.” Fuck! Did he hurt Craig some how? It looked like he had enjoyed Karl doing that. Mari had said Karl was doing it fine before…
Just then the answerphone picks up. “Hello? Dr Guy… uh Parker, sorry. This is Karl’s flatmates checking to see if he made it home…”
Karl flies to grab the phone. “Mari! Fuck Mate! You told me he would like it!” he jumps right in.
“Karl? What’re you on about?”
“Kit… Craig! I… did what you showed me… and now he’s locked himself in the bathroom. Shit I didn’t even know that door could lock, we never even close the fucken thing.” Karl rambles on getting himself more stirred up. “What the fuck could I have done wrong? I thought he was enjoying it.”
“Karl.” Marton’s calm accented voice comes down the phone. “Slow down. Did you tell him what sparked your interest in learning that new trick?”
“Uh… no” Karl clears his throat at the memory of walking in on Mari and Steve. “Wouldn’t he get upset that I’d seen you two… and well…”
“’Bout came in your boxers right then and there?” Marton chuckled, starting to get an inkling of what might be wrong. “Now if you think that might upset him, how might he feel about an inexperienced lover suddenly knowing how to do something -well I might add- that not many people can at all?”
“But it was easy after the first couple tries!” Karl’s voice then lowers an octave. “Oh Fucken Hell Mari! It was soo much better than practicing on that dildo thing. God he felt so fantastic!” Karl closes his eyes remembering the sensation of his love’s shaft so deep and coming apart so passionately.
Craig feels the bile rise in his throat but he can't seem to throw up. The idea that Karl had been with someone else was bringing back memories of when he found Sam with Hugo. He doesn't answer Karl's frantic knocking. The phone rings to distract Karl and he tries to use the moment to collect himself. He grunts trying to gain control of his erratic heart beat. Karl wouldn’t would he? But how else could he have learnt something like that? Craig snuffles and splashes water on his face. Get it together Parker. He rubs the water on his face and opens the door to hear Karl on the phone. Who was he talking to?
“Karl… mate…” Marton tries to reel the boy back to the here and now. “Why are you still talking to me? When you should be convincing your lover you haven’t had someone else’s dick down your throat?”
“Wh…What? It was a fucken Dildo! Fucken Hell! I love him! I would never… he couldn’t think that? Could he? Oh fuck me! I’m such an arsehole!” Voice rising, Karl paces a tight circle, raking a hand through his hair.
Craig inhales sharply when he hears Dildo. He stalks up to where Karl is pacing, his eyes flashing as he stabs his finger into his lover's chest. "You could have asked me. I would have taught you."
Forgetting the phone in his hand, Karl winces at the jab, but still pulls Craig into a rib-cracking hug. “Ah Kitten… fuck, I’m so sorry I upset you.” Tightening his hold and burying his face in the other man’s neck, “I wanted… I just… Fuck love! I love yeh, and wanted to do somethin’ special,” he stammers. “You’ve been so patient with my bumbling and stumbling, and… and Fuck! Today you fucken fucked meh! And I thought you’d like that… and… ah fuck! I’m just so sorry Love!”
Craig's eyes water and he snuffles a bit more, he buries his head against Karl's neck. "I'm sorry." He whispers. "I did like it, and I love you too." Craig clings tightly to his lover. "Was a surprise, that's all, and it reminded me... of him. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions."
“No love, I fucked up and didn’t think with the right head again.” Karl tries to joke, wincing inside that his actions have again mirrored that rat-bastard. Why the fuck did he put up with Karl? As Craig grew stronger and more confident, he could do so much better with someone like Mari or even Steve. His Kitten had done so much for him, he’d wanted to do something special, and fucked it all up. “Love, I’m sticky and need a shower. Join me and let me wash your back?” He starts to run a hand over Craig’s mussed hair, and smacks him with the phone.
"I think someone is on the phone." Craig's lower lip forms a pout. "Who is he?" He's now just petulant because he wanted to be the one to teach Karl. "I’m sorry," He hangs his head and rests it against Karl's shoulder. "I overreacted."
“Fuck me love, sorry” Karl says raising the phone to his ear. They both can hear Marton’s amused chuckle down the line. “Boy, you’re going to have to stop propositioning everyone with that phrase. You’re in enough trouble with your man, don’t dig yourself deeper. Now off with yeh. Go bonk each other silly like the randy bunnies you two are.” Mari signs off, but they can hear a last mumble, “before I come up there and show yeh both how it’s done.”
Karl tosses the phone aside and raises Craig’s chin with one finger. “Come on love, no more pouting. I’m the one who fucked up asking Marton…” he gestures at the phone, “to show me how to do that after I’d walked in on him and Steve.”
Craig shakes his head and pulls away. "Gonna hafta teach you a lesson." He takes Karl by the ear, and leads him to the bathroom with a playful smirk, "Into the shower with you. Didn’t I warn you before about letting my dominant side out?"
“Ouch! Fuck Love! What?” Karl gasps as he’s led down the hall, but his cock immediately responds to Fierce-Kitten Craig.
Craig pushes Karl up against the tiles of the bathroom wall for a minute as he lets go of his ear. Only this time his hands trail down to grab Karl's arse and smack both cheeks. He leans in and bites his lover's neck. "Yeah, you get to wash every inch of me. But you can’t do anything more than touch until I tell ya." He directs.
Fucken hell! Karl loves when his lover gets aggressive like this. Lust coursing through his body he lets Craig manhandle him around the room. Closing his eyes to hide the wince from his tender arse being smacked, he moans into the growled orders and bite. ‘Anythin’ for his love…’ echoes in his head, if Craig needs the confidence from fucking him again, so be it. His Kitten was so gorgeous earlier when he came, buried deep in Karl’s body. No matter what it takes, he’ll do anything to keep his love happy.
Craig pulls Karl into the shower and turns on the water. He hands his lover a bar of soap and a flannel with an amused smile. "Remember, you're only allowed to wash me. You're not allowed to kiss or lick me until I tell you to." Craig stands firmly, eyes sparking with an eager flare. He doesn't know if Karl will comply at all. "And you’re not allowed to touch yourself." He adds.
Unable to suppress a snarky grin Karl answers with a cheeky “Yes Sir”. A lusty glint in his eyes, he lathers up the cloth and begins a sensuous journey over his lover’s body. ‘Let’s see how long his forceful Kitten holds out,’ he thinks to himself. Starting at the neck with soft forays at the tender spots beneath each ear, he slowly sweeps the cloth down and around one arm, rubbing and stroking each finger in turn. He repeats on the other arm and hand before stepping around to his lover’s back. Making sure only the cloth touches the warm and wet skin Karl massages and strokes the entire expanse ending at the dimples above the firm arse. He re-lathers the flannel before approaching his lover’s front. Biting his lip as his cock twitches at the sight of Craig’s needy arousal, he softly massages and strokes from collarbone to pectorals, spending time to tease and tweak the nipples to attention. Down the cloth moves back and forth across tapered abs and delves briefly in Craig’s navel. A quick foray over the dark treasure trail, then Karl crouches and begins washing a quivering thigh and leg. He looks up with a questioning arch of one eyebrow as he nears Craig’s foot.
Craig trails a finger down Karl's head with a smile. "Yeah, you'd make a good slave, would just have to put you in a loincloth." He grins, tracing the edge of his lover's ear. "Feels good…" He parts his legs, trying to hold onto the 'master' routine. "Now stand up and turn around so I can do your back."
Shivering at the feather light touch along his ear, it’s hard for Karl to stay quiet and keep his hands to himself. He does quickly wash up the other leg as he makes his way upright. He gives Craig a sultry once over before turning and bracing his hands against the tiles, giving a small arse wiggle for good effect.
Craig presses his body up against Karl's so that his cock nestles just between the other man's cheeks. He glides the soap up and down the back of his lover's arms and begins to run his fingers over the lean muscle to the small of his back. He watches in fascination as the soap trickles between the cleft and suppresses the urge to take Karl right then and there. He laps at water and growls his satisfaction. "You can do my back now." He offers as he turns around, attempting to settle the raging urge.
Not realizing he’d been holding it, Karl let out a stuttering breath when Craig’s hard cock moves from between his cheeks. His own cock sure didn’t mind the contact, but his head was still nervous that it was too soon and the area too tender. Knowing he had started their current adventure with Karl washing his lover’s back, he frowns slightly as he lathered his hands and begins on the one area he’d avoided earlier. Long slim fingers gently massage the soap into the firm globes of his Kitten’s arse. He glances a touch down the cleft before running his hands out to narrow hipbones and around meet over the thatch of hair in front. He doesn’t stay long, avoiding more contact with the cock brushing against the back of his fingers.
Craig almost leans into Karl sighing in contentment. "What are you stopping for?" He wonders, then remembers his order and giggles. "Oh..." Craig shifts backwards, having more or less realized that he really isn't the dom type. He reaches back to rub at Karl's neck. "I think you can touch me now." He whispers softly, eyes closed against the stream of water.
Karl grins as his Kitten’s knees wobble from the teasing. Once given the go ahead, he aligns his body to Craig’s back and wraps his fist around the bobbing shaft. He remains silent, but hums as he sips droplets of water from Craig’s skin. His cock nestled between the firm globes before him; he starts a slow steady stroke on his lover’s thick erection.
Craig whimpers as he leans against the tiles. Why did Karl have to work so far away? It wasn't fair. He wanted this all the time, wanted Karl all the time. He moves with his lover, pushing into Karl's hand eagerly.
Breaking his silence, Karl groans around a chuckle when Craig rubs back against him. He leans in harder, making the shorter man brace himself on the wet tiles. “Lube… where?” He rasps, his freed hips undulating and driving his shaft up and down the other’s crease. “Fuck love, need to fill you soon.”
Craig indicates the little place where they put drinks earlier. "In there." He leans against the tiles and gives a little mewling sound that he knows drives Karl crazy. "Hurry...." He bucks back against his lover meaningfully, and rather forcefully at that.
One hand still stroking, Karl leans over to grab the tube. He giggles when he slips and nearly topples them both. “Yeh sure we can do this?” he asks shaking hair and water out of his eyes. He has to let go of Craig’s cock to brace himself while he pops the top and slicks his fingers. The lube is dropped and he gently begins to probe his lover’s entrance.
Quite slick and ready, it doesn't take long to get Craig stretched. He doesn't have a comment for that particular question only a grunted. "Stop stallin’! Get inside..." He gasps, the fingers stroking his prostrate. He's actually not sure because his legs are so wobbly now.
With one more snarky “Yes Sir,” Karl bends his knees and slides home. “Fucken hell Love! You feel so good.” The angle has him striking the bundle of nerves at every stroke, and Karl wraps an arm around his trembling lover to hold them both upright.
"So do you," Craig counters. He writhes back against Karl's cock eagerly, trying to force his lover to start moving and moving hard. "I think I'm going to call in sick Monday morning." he decides with a soft giggle.
Karl pulls tighter at Craig’s waist, changing the angle again. He speeds up his movements as he lowers his head to lick and nibble against the small bruise he’d made earlier on Craig’s neck. “Yea, they’ll not be pleased having to use more makeup on yeh.” As always his climax builds quickly. He re-positions his arm by Craig’s head and urges his Kitten to stroke himself. “Wanna see yeh paint the tiles with somethin’ better than flowers.” He growls in one ear.
"I l…like flowers." Craig protests, "Ya have no taste." He mutters as he tries to stop himself from releasing too quickly. His fingers had curled against the wall and he gasps loudly as he feels Karl's cock against his special 'button'. When Karl moves his hand up, Craig can't help but comply
Now pounding into his lover, Karl growls, “Yeh liked my ‘taste’ earlier.” Remembering where his Kitten’s tongue had been, Karl moans as a surge of lust sweeps over him. “Do it love… ungh… can’t… can’t hold out long.”
Craig obediently reaches down to touch himself, groaning as his cock jumps lively in his hand with every thrust from Karl. Fast...that's how their couplings were. He shudders and cries out hips meeting every eager motion with a yelp and cry. It's not from pain. It's because he loves every minute of it.
“Fuck yea love… tha’s it… come for me Kitten.” Karl pants, Craig’s movements and voice sending electric shocks straight to his cock. He tries to focus his eyes over his lover’s shoulder to watch. They keep trying to close with every thrust back and clench of Craig’s body. “Yer so gorgeous… fucken love you so much…”
Craig gives a little half sigh half cry as he finally comes, bucking into his hand and back against Karl. The last comment is what does it in for Craig, he can't think but for how beautiful those words sound in his ears. Karl loves him, or says he does. It doesn't matter, Karl said the words.
“G…gorgeous…” Karl whispers in awe as Craig shudders in his arms. It takes only another few thrusts and clenching of inner muscles around his shaft for Karl to empty into his lover. Craig is trembling more and leaning back harder and harder. The one arm wrapped tight around Craig’s waist, Karl tries to keep them both upright. The tub floor is slippery with soap, he scrabbles his other hand further up to a dryer spot on the wall tiles, away from the rapidly cooling water streaming from the shower head. He cautiously tries to widen his stance… only to lose his footing completely and tumble them both onto his saddle sore and recently deflowered bum.
Craig yelps, but his fall is broken by Karl. His opening burns slightly as Karl's shaft slips abruptly from him and he tries hard not to land on it. "Crikey, Karl" He gasps and scrambles to get up off of Karl because he knows the other man must be hurt. "Oh god, are you okay? Shite..." he stretches to turn off the water and ends up slipping and nearly falling again on Karl.
Wind knocked from him, Karl sits stunned for a moment, mouth working but no air making it into his lungs. Craig’s scrambling and raised voice penetrates as a deep gasp finally gets him breathing again. His whole lower half feels numb, and he can’t quite move. Head down, he sucks in rasping lungs-full of air. A tiny drop of blood is on his thigh, and he looks up to see if one of them cut themselves on something sharp. “Fuc..n…sh… Lu…” he gasps, as he watches a tiny rivulet of pink-tinged water run down the inside of Craig’s thigh.
"It's..." ugh, that hurts. Craig turns a little green. He's more concerned about Karl though than he is about himself. He tries to help Karl up. "You’re hurt..." He grabs the edge of the tub and tries to steady himself. He feels odd, shooting pain searing through him. "Uhnnn..."
His voice no louder than a hoarse whisper Karl bats Craig’s hands away, “B…Blood... yer bleeding! Le’ me see!” He runs his hand up the pink trail and holds his shaking fingers out to Craig. “I Fucken… hurt… you again…. Fuck!”
"I'm okay...I'm fine..." Craig shakes his head wavering, a pain filled groan spilling from his lips. It hurts even to part his legs enough for Karl's fingers to touch.
“Fuck, fuck, Fuck! No you’re not! You’re fucken bleeding” Karl thrusts his hand under Craig’s nose. “I fucken hurt you again!” he trails off swearing and grumbling as he tries to rise. Fear and adrenaline now shooting through his system, he frowns when it is hard to get his legs under him to stand. “Damn it love! All I fucken do is cock-up and hurt you!” he eventually gets them both out of the slippery tub. Holding his Kitten tight to his side he wobbly stands them in front of the long mirror. “What… what do I do? Fucken Hell love… I’m so sorry!”
"I'm fine, I'm fine..." Craig protests. "You're hurt more. It was an accident, Karl." He tries to assure his love. "There's a first aid kit behind the mirror." He mumbles.
Karl takes out the kit and rummages through it whilst telling Craig to wrap up and dry off in a warm towel. He turns around with a plaster and iodine in his hand. ‘Uh… maybe not,” he mumbles thinking of the tender flesh they need to treat.
Craig miserably wraps a towel around himself and tries to walk. It hurts a lot more as soon as he starts to dry off. The elder man bites back a whimper as he finally makes it to the couch.
Shoving things haphazardly into the kit, Karl hobbles after Craig. Wobbling from one leg and his arse still being numb, a small trail of first aid items fall from the kit tucked under one arm. He helps Craig lie on his stomach crooning soothingly while he gently probes and dries the very tiny tear. He shoves what’s left of the kit toward Craig, “What can I use…yeh know, that won’t sting?”
"I dunno...." Craig mumbles helplessly. “It's just a little scrape." He shifts uncomfortably, "Mum could suggest something, why not call her?"
“Mum?!” Karl gasps, “Can’t we just take you to the Emergency Dept.? Yeh know if I… we ring her, Mum will come right over… and…” He rakes a hand through his sopping wet hair, “She…she’ll treat you herself.”
Craig grumbles, petulantly. He's starting to get a little irritated because the pain is becoming worse. "Better her than your shaky fingers and I sure as hell don't want to explain this to an emergency doctor… Karl you can hardly see straight. You need to lie down yourself.”
“I’m fine!” Karl snaps wincing when he reaches for the phone. He chews his lip while he waits for the call to ring through.
“Mum! I… Kit…Craig… uh… can you come over… now?” He uses a corner of Craig’s towel to wipe shower water and nervous sweat from his face. “No, yes I’m home… No Mum it’s not important why I’m here… just please Mum! I… it was an accident… and…and… yes ma’am, stop stuttering. We-were-in-the-shower-and-fell-and-I-hurt-Craig-and-blood-on-his… uh…” He says, running the words together until the end. “Blood where? Uh… in… on his… uh…” Karl starts stammering again in response to Mum’s question. “Yes ma’am” He takes a deep breath, “No stuttering… yes’m nor repeating. No it’s not bad enough to go to the E. D. NO! We don’t need Dad to come over,” wild eyes pin Craig to the lounge suite. “A plaster? No ma’am… uh… not there” his voice lowers to barely a whisper. “It…it’s on his bum.” Eyes wide, he hands the phone to Craig when Mum calls out loudly to speak to her sweet boy Craig.
Craig takes the phone patiently and sighs when Karl continues to nervously assess him. "Hi, yes ma'am. Karl's hurt more than I am, he broke the fall. We slipped in the bathtub." He listens carefully, "Yes there is blood. No, not that bad. Infection... I’d rather not explain to the E. D. ma'am..." He sighs, and nods, then hangs up the phone. "She says clean it with soap... and she'll be right over."
“Ah shit Parker, I’m fine! Now she’s gonna be looking at both our arses.” Karl grumbles, rising unsteadily from his knees. Still sopping wet he trudges back to the bathroom. A little more removed from the initial shock and later panic, a throbbing pain is shooting from his lower back and down one leg. Gritting his teeth, he looks over the vast selection of soaps and cleansers, and calls back down the hall, “Kitten, which one of these soaps won’t sting… or sting the least?”
"Just use the soft hand soap, that'll be fine." Craig says, "And bring me a shirt and undies. And a towel I’m still wet and soaking the sofa...Karl, she won't be that bad. Would you rather explain to her? Are you sure you’re ok?"
Concentrating on his tasks Karl weaves back and forth from bath and bed rooms, gathering each item as directed. As long as he keeps moving, he can’t dwell on how badly he may have hurt Craig, or how weird it feels with parts of him numb, but still have shooting pains up and down his lower half. He kneels beside the lounge and carefully checks the area, the blood had dried, but the flesh still looked very tender. He daubs a bit of the soap on and rubs as gently as he can. “Ah Love, ‘m so sorry,” he repeats amongst mumbles to himself for always putting his Kitten in peril. “No more, love. No more un-safe places… ‘m not gonna keep putting you at risk of getting’ hurt.” Then he further dries Craig and helps him into his clothes. “Come on love lean this way… off the wet cushions.”
Craig obliges, happy to have the soap soothing the slight burn. Really, Karl was too worried. He smiles grateful for being dried off. But they would have a hard time getting the sofa dry. He liked this sofa, it smelled of Karl. "It's nothing, love. It just burns a little." He tries to reassure his nervous lover. "Sex in the bed only?" He sighs. "We could put those little mats down in the bathtub, that way it would be safer..." He has to admit, sex with Karl in the shower or bath was one of his favorite things.
Leaning forward to hug his injured Kitten, Karl hides the wince from a shooting pain down his leg. “Shh love, let’s get you healed before we discuss any more adventures in the tub or elsewhere.” He gathers the wet towels and supplies, growling slightly as it takes a couple attempts to get his numb leg working properly to stand. He overrides any protest Craig may make, “I’m fine, just pins and needles from kneeling so long.” He bites his lip against the pain as he takes everything to the bathroom.
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Craig flips back his hair and frowns when he sees the bruises. "Karl...You're not ok." He protests. "What are you doing moving around?" He starts to rise from the couch. "There're bruises..." He looks almost horrified. "Karl..."
“It’s nothing!” Karl snaps harsher than he intended. Realizing he’s unclothed, he heads to the bedroom for a tracksuit. “It’s just a little bruise love, and I may have pinched something,” he adds quietly, heading to the kitchen to get them something to drink. “And if you tell Mum, she’ll lock up me bike again.” He grins as he sees the stuffed cats and squishes them under an arm when he brings back two bottles of juice. “Here love, these two looked lonesome in there.” He picks up his earlier thought “Plus, Mum will then move into the spare room for the rest of the weekend, and we’ll never get any alone time.”
"I don't think it's nothing..." Craig sighs, "And you're not going to be able to hide that from Mum, Karl." He draws the two stuffed animals in and cuddles them. He can't sit up yet, hurts too much. "You sure ... uhm... I mean. Karl, what if you sprained something?"
“As long as I don’t sit down, and stay moving, I’ll be fine.” Karl hitches his low-riding trackpants up over the blossoming bruise. “’sides, if she doesn’t let me ride the bike back, -she’ll- drive me…” he shudders, “and ‘way she drives we’d have to leave tomorrow morning.” He leans down to straighten Craig’s hair, “and even if I can’t make love to you for a bit, I don’t want her moving into the spare room for the rest of the weekend.” Suppressing a moan from another shooting pain he gives his Kitten a gentle kiss.
Craig practically forces Karl to sit down, or at least lie down near him. "Listen....It'll be okay." He soothes his boyfriend, running his hand through his lover's hair. "Maybe one of your friends can come get you? I don't know if -I- like the thought of you riding your motorbike..." He whispers softly.
“Ah Kitten, we’ll see, ok?” Karl feels his lower half start to stiffen and gets back up to flip over the wet cushions. He gingerly tries to twist at the waist to see if the bruise is showing. “Need a shirt eh” he asks.
"Yeah..." Craig looks more worried now, "Oh...Karl... What if I put something on it? There is massage oil in the bathroom, maybe..." He is starting to really worry. Karl looks -hurt- and he knows when Karl doesn't want to say anything about it, it means it's bad.
Karl turns to catch the worry in his lover’s eyes. “Ok love, if it will make you feel better.” He concedes, “Can we do it on the bed? We need to… uh… straighten up in there anyway. Can yeh walk that far?”
"Yeah, I should be okay." He eases himself to my feet. "Listen.... you're bruised more, why don't you lean on me?" he offers.
Karl slips an arm around his brave, injured Kitten and smiles at the two extra buddies Craig is still snuggling tight. He bats Craig’s helping hands away when Karl starts straightening the bed and replacing the lube in it’s little pouch. “You go find the stuff you want, I’ll be right here when you get back.” He kisses Craig’s temple and whispers into the spiky hair, “’m really sorry love, for upsetting your earlier and everythin’.”
Craig shakes his head, "We both made assumptions." He tilts his chin to capture Karl's lips softly. He gingerly makes his way to the bathroom and returns with a few tall bluish bottles. "Karl? Can you lie on your side?"
Climbing gingerly onto the bed, Karl winces through a couple spasms as he settles on his side. “Be careful love, don’t hurt yourself more.” He curls around a couple pillows to ease some of the pain on his tailbone.
Craig comes back to the bedroom and carefully kneels on the bed. It's not so bad as long as he doesn't -sit-. Karl on the other hand, Craig sighs as he pulls down his lover's pants gently to expose the lower back. "It's starting to get colorful...are you sure we shouldn't go to the E.D.?
Karl sighs, “I’m fine love, and it’s just a bruise.” He won’t mention the spasms that might mean a nerve is pinched somewhere. He’s pretty sure it’s just from some swelling at the point of contact.
"Karl, swelling is never good." Craig shakes his head. He is not really sure where to apply the special oil because he's fairly certain anything he touches is going to hurt. So he attempts to bring his point home as he pours oil on a section of skin near the bruise, just as Mum's voice rings out. "Yoo-hoo boys?"
“Fucken Hell!” Karl shouts as the cold oil hits his back and causes a spasm to shoot down his leg.
Mum marches down the hall at hearing her son call out. “Karl? Craig-dear?” She rounds the corner in enough time to see the top of the large bruise on Karl’s lower back. “Oh Love! What? Why…?” She gasps, running out of steam as she approaches the bed.
Karl curls in on himself as the spasms continue from each shock: the oil, Mum’s arrival, her stripping the pants lower. “Bruise… Mum, just a bruise,” he whispers, “Craig please… tell her.”
"Karl's being stubborn." Craig shakes his head, biting his lip. "A bruise doesn't form right there, Karl. He's hurt far worse than me. Mum, he won't go to the E.D. He broke the fall, and I'm worried he's broken something, or sprained it..." He reaches down and runs his hand through Karl's hair. "I'm sorry, love. But you need to see a doctor."
“Fu… No… ‘m fine” Karl gasps through gritted teeth.
“No you are not!” Mum states emphatically. “Craig-dear, do I need to check you over before we get this stubborn fool to the E.D.?”
Craig sighs, "I am mostly okay, Mum, just a scratch. The only thing I'm worried about right now is infection." He admits. He is more concerned about the way Karl's leg is spasming.
“If I’m going, Craig’s going too.” Karl grumbles from the bed when Mum takes a look at Craig’s bum. Mum ignores Craig’s blush as she looks at the tiny scratch. The area is a little reddened, but there is no swelling, and on the whole looks fine. Pulling Craig’s shorts back up she gives him a hug and tells him an antiseptic should be fine, but it was his call.
Craig sighs and lifts one of Karl's hands to his to kiss it. "But you have to explain what happened." He tries to stop the full blush from forming down his neck but it persists. "I think some antiseptic will do the trick, myself."
“Fucken hell” Karl mutters under his breath. Now that Mum is here and in charge, there is no way he can get out of seeing a doctor. And fuck-it he can’t deny Craig anything. He runs the raised hand over his Kitten’s cheek, “Ok love, but only if you’re sure you’re alright.”
Craig finds a pair of pants to put on and his and Karl's wallets with their insurance. "Thanks for coming, Mum." He kisses her on the cheek and helps her to get Karl to his feet. They manage to get out the door and into Mum's car when Mum spies the motorbike and gives Karl a -look-. Craig shakes his head as if to ask her sweetly not to say anything. Eventually they manage to get Karl into a comfortable position in the car with his head in Craig's lap while Mum drives.
TBC
AUTHORS: rufferto and kitty_trio
EMAILS: rufferto@twcny.rr.com and kittyTsapphire@yahoo.com
PAIRING: Craig Parker/Karl Urban, Mark Ferguson, Marton Csokas
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.
A/N: Thanks to an image courtesy lady__vaako (and Mates now also archived at her Urban Reveries), Ruff’s fertile mind has created another fantabulous manip (that Kitty couldn’t fully appreciate due to a w/e house guest during the creation process *pffffbt*)
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
After watching Craig’s bare arse head out the door, Karl stacks the pillows behind his head. He winces slightly when he shifts more upright. Fucken hell, he still can’t fully believe they’d gone that far. But Karl cannot deny his Kitten anything. The ecstasy on his lover’s face was incredible. He smiles to himself thinking of the couple new tricks he’d learned up in Auckland. Craig has put up with his stumbling and bumbling during their couplings so far. It will be so wonderful to show his lover what more Karl can do to pleasure him. A soft smile and sigh on his lips, Karl’s eyes close as he takes in that he is actually here, home.
Craig comes back about ten minutes later with some chunky homemade beef stew and some fresh bread that he made himself. He carries it on a tray and sets it easily down on the bed. "Don't jiggle the bed." He warns Karl as he stirs a spoon into the stew and lifts it to his lover's lips.
"This will make your tummy feel good." He grins and hands the spoon to his lover so he can lie back and watch Karl eat.
“Mmhf,” Karl swallows the first bite blissfully. “So good love,” he mumbles around the next before setting the bowl aside to slather a thick slice of bread with butter. A large buttered crumb falls to his chest when he takes a big bite. Lifting greasy lips in a cheeky grin he picks up the crumb and aims it at Craig’s mouth. “Open wide,” the bite almost to its goal, Karl quickly lowers his hand and smears it over one of his Kitten’s nipples. His head follows to lap up the treat and suckle the flesh beneath. “Ah perfect, all it needed was some Kitten flavoring,” he chuckled picking up the bowl to finish the stew.
Craig sucks in his breath, appalled to find out that that actually was getting a reaction. "Karl, you need to eat... the food, not me..." He rasps. "How are you going to have any energy to ride back?”
“No worries mate,” Karl replies mouth full of more stew. “A reviving shower will do wonders.” He waggles his brows. “And I never got to finish my re-exploration of every bit of your body.” With each word, Karl lowers his head closer and closer to the nipple he’d just suckled.
Craig bats at Karl's cheek playfully. "Eat your meal." He tries to gain control over himself. "We can’t have sex ALL the time."
“Just discussed that eh” Karl sighs, trying a ‘Craig-patented’ pout. “We have two month’s worth of rooting to catch up.” He sits up straighter and hurriedly finishes his meal. Occasional glances at Craig’s lap convince him it won’t take much to sway his Kitten to his plan.
Craig's lower lip forms into a pout, but he has to agree. They have been away from each other for a long time. It's just that... He feels a little odd. He watches Karl eat, following the movement of his tongue as he reaches over to rub at his lover's neck and shoulders. That pout was hard to resist, however. Maybe he was just being a girl, as most people tend to accuse him of.
Karl softly moans and arches into the massage. Once done eating, he sets the tray and dishes aside. Then he begins an oral exploration of his lover’s body. Starting by nibbling at the pushed out lower lip, moving over jaw, ear, neck he licks and kisses with an occasional scrape of teeth. “Mmm love, you taste so good.” He pushes his lover flat and continues down, licking and lightly suckling his mark. Moving on to pectorals, stopping to tweak and nibble dusky nipples to firm attention, down to quivering abs again varying the use of his tongue and teeth. Once he arrives at Craig’s navel, Karl stabs his tongue in repeatedly.
Craig grumbles and sighs, leaning back on the pillows. Soon the sighs start to turn into little moans of pleasure with each touch of Karl's lips. He runs his fingers through Karl's hair as the man's head lowers. "Jesus..." He whimpers. "Karl..." his legs part on either side of his lover, ready in spite of it all.
Karl ignores Craig’s erection throbbing and blood red in its need. Instead he bites and nibbles at his lover’s hipbone following the crease down to nuzzle the furred sac before starting on the other side. Finishing the second circuit, Karl licks at one ball softly and then raises a sultry gaze to his Kitten. “I’m ready for my dessert, are you?”
Craig writhes under Karl's tongue unable to control the sweet sounds of pleasure that erupt from his lips. "K kaaarl..." he gasps. “Oh please, yes." His hips lift involuntarily.
Firm hands on hips, Karl pushes his lover back to the bed, his thumbs on either side sweeping down from the base of Craig’s cock to the area behind his balls. One after the other, he sucks each ball into his mouth, tongue softly swirling and then pulling off with a pop. Once his lover’s hips threaten to break his hold, Karl moves up. Fervently hoping he remembers what he’d done with Mari, Karl licks the drops gathering at the tip, and then engulfs the entire length. Taking in a relaxing breath, he angles his head just a bit, and lets the head slide down his throat.
Craig nearly floats off the bed when Karl takes his entire length. He cries out and gasps at the same time, nearly causing himself to choke. "H...h...." He trembles and tries very hard not to thrust into Karl's mouth. Oh god he wants to. God he can’t believe how close he is to coming, -again-. What...how...how did Karl learn this?
He tosses his head back and moans sharply. "Oh...yeah...yes Karl..."
Karl hums as he increases the suction. The hands on Craig’s hips help him ride the small thrusts. He would smile if he could this was so much better with his sweet Kitten mewling and bucking than how he’d learned in Auckland. Running a thumb nail along the patch of skin behind his lover’s balls and laving his tongue along the vein of the throbbing cock, he encourages his love to come deep down his throat.
The increased suction and humming does Craig in. Karl's become...so good at this. He bucks a couple of times and his toes curl on the sheets. The helpless man shudders and whimpers. His body is completely at Karl's mercy. Unable to withhold his orgasm any longer, Craig's cry is almost a scream as he comes hot and quick into his lover's eager coaxing mouth.
Fucken hell, Karl can feel the instant his love’s release races through his body. A few jets pulse down his throat before he can pull back enough to taste and swallow in a more controlled manner. He very gently laves the organ clean and sweeps his hands over Craig’s quaking flanks. His Kitten still shuddering and panting through the aftershocks, Karl climbs back up the bed to pull the drained man into his arms. “’s ok love, I’ve got you.” He whispers, running his hands from head to waist in calming sweeps. “God you were so beautiful coming like that.” Getting a little nervous when Craig continued to shake and lay limply in his arms, Karl asks “Was that ok love? I…I thought you’d like somethin’ like that…”
Craig lies still in Karl's arms for a long moment. His eyes closed. He doesn’t say anything as he trembles every now and then. A thousand questions rock through his mind. How could Karl have learned that if he hadn't...slept with... Craig suddenly feels ill. He untangles himself from Karl's arms abruptly and blindly scrambles from the bed. He clutches his stomach, refusing to look at Karl as he grabs a dressing gown and runs to the bathroom. He shuts and locks the door, panting as his stomach heaves.
“Kitten? Love, what’s wrong?” Karl watches Craig dash down the hall. Wondering more at the closed bathroom door, he pauses when the phone rings, but ignores it when he realizes the door is locked. “Love, the door’s stuck. Let me in so I can help you if you’re sick.” Fuck! Did he hurt Craig some how? It looked like he had enjoyed Karl doing that. Mari had said Karl was doing it fine before…
Just then the answerphone picks up. “Hello? Dr Guy… uh Parker, sorry. This is Karl’s flatmates checking to see if he made it home…”
Karl flies to grab the phone. “Mari! Fuck Mate! You told me he would like it!” he jumps right in.
“Karl? What’re you on about?”
“Kit… Craig! I… did what you showed me… and now he’s locked himself in the bathroom. Shit I didn’t even know that door could lock, we never even close the fucken thing.” Karl rambles on getting himself more stirred up. “What the fuck could I have done wrong? I thought he was enjoying it.”
“Karl.” Marton’s calm accented voice comes down the phone. “Slow down. Did you tell him what sparked your interest in learning that new trick?”
“Uh… no” Karl clears his throat at the memory of walking in on Mari and Steve. “Wouldn’t he get upset that I’d seen you two… and well…”
“’Bout came in your boxers right then and there?” Marton chuckled, starting to get an inkling of what might be wrong. “Now if you think that might upset him, how might he feel about an inexperienced lover suddenly knowing how to do something -well I might add- that not many people can at all?”
“But it was easy after the first couple tries!” Karl’s voice then lowers an octave. “Oh Fucken Hell Mari! It was soo much better than practicing on that dildo thing. God he felt so fantastic!” Karl closes his eyes remembering the sensation of his love’s shaft so deep and coming apart so passionately.
Craig feels the bile rise in his throat but he can't seem to throw up. The idea that Karl had been with someone else was bringing back memories of when he found Sam with Hugo. He doesn't answer Karl's frantic knocking. The phone rings to distract Karl and he tries to use the moment to collect himself. He grunts trying to gain control of his erratic heart beat. Karl wouldn’t would he? But how else could he have learnt something like that? Craig snuffles and splashes water on his face. Get it together Parker. He rubs the water on his face and opens the door to hear Karl on the phone. Who was he talking to?
“Karl… mate…” Marton tries to reel the boy back to the here and now. “Why are you still talking to me? When you should be convincing your lover you haven’t had someone else’s dick down your throat?”
“Wh…What? It was a fucken Dildo! Fucken Hell! I love him! I would never… he couldn’t think that? Could he? Oh fuck me! I’m such an arsehole!” Voice rising, Karl paces a tight circle, raking a hand through his hair.
Craig inhales sharply when he hears Dildo. He stalks up to where Karl is pacing, his eyes flashing as he stabs his finger into his lover's chest. "You could have asked me. I would have taught you."
Forgetting the phone in his hand, Karl winces at the jab, but still pulls Craig into a rib-cracking hug. “Ah Kitten… fuck, I’m so sorry I upset you.” Tightening his hold and burying his face in the other man’s neck, “I wanted… I just… Fuck love! I love yeh, and wanted to do somethin’ special,” he stammers. “You’ve been so patient with my bumbling and stumbling, and… and Fuck! Today you fucken fucked meh! And I thought you’d like that… and… ah fuck! I’m just so sorry Love!”
Craig's eyes water and he snuffles a bit more, he buries his head against Karl's neck. "I'm sorry." He whispers. "I did like it, and I love you too." Craig clings tightly to his lover. "Was a surprise, that's all, and it reminded me... of him. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions."
“No love, I fucked up and didn’t think with the right head again.” Karl tries to joke, wincing inside that his actions have again mirrored that rat-bastard. Why the fuck did he put up with Karl? As Craig grew stronger and more confident, he could do so much better with someone like Mari or even Steve. His Kitten had done so much for him, he’d wanted to do something special, and fucked it all up. “Love, I’m sticky and need a shower. Join me and let me wash your back?” He starts to run a hand over Craig’s mussed hair, and smacks him with the phone.
"I think someone is on the phone." Craig's lower lip forms a pout. "Who is he?" He's now just petulant because he wanted to be the one to teach Karl. "I’m sorry," He hangs his head and rests it against Karl's shoulder. "I overreacted."
“Fuck me love, sorry” Karl says raising the phone to his ear. They both can hear Marton’s amused chuckle down the line. “Boy, you’re going to have to stop propositioning everyone with that phrase. You’re in enough trouble with your man, don’t dig yourself deeper. Now off with yeh. Go bonk each other silly like the randy bunnies you two are.” Mari signs off, but they can hear a last mumble, “before I come up there and show yeh both how it’s done.”
Karl tosses the phone aside and raises Craig’s chin with one finger. “Come on love, no more pouting. I’m the one who fucked up asking Marton…” he gestures at the phone, “to show me how to do that after I’d walked in on him and Steve.”
Craig shakes his head and pulls away. "Gonna hafta teach you a lesson." He takes Karl by the ear, and leads him to the bathroom with a playful smirk, "Into the shower with you. Didn’t I warn you before about letting my dominant side out?"
“Ouch! Fuck Love! What?” Karl gasps as he’s led down the hall, but his cock immediately responds to Fierce-Kitten Craig.
Craig pushes Karl up against the tiles of the bathroom wall for a minute as he lets go of his ear. Only this time his hands trail down to grab Karl's arse and smack both cheeks. He leans in and bites his lover's neck. "Yeah, you get to wash every inch of me. But you can’t do anything more than touch until I tell ya." He directs.
Fucken hell! Karl loves when his lover gets aggressive like this. Lust coursing through his body he lets Craig manhandle him around the room. Closing his eyes to hide the wince from his tender arse being smacked, he moans into the growled orders and bite. ‘Anythin’ for his love…’ echoes in his head, if Craig needs the confidence from fucking him again, so be it. His Kitten was so gorgeous earlier when he came, buried deep in Karl’s body. No matter what it takes, he’ll do anything to keep his love happy.
Craig pulls Karl into the shower and turns on the water. He hands his lover a bar of soap and a flannel with an amused smile. "Remember, you're only allowed to wash me. You're not allowed to kiss or lick me until I tell you to." Craig stands firmly, eyes sparking with an eager flare. He doesn't know if Karl will comply at all. "And you’re not allowed to touch yourself." He adds.
Unable to suppress a snarky grin Karl answers with a cheeky “Yes Sir”. A lusty glint in his eyes, he lathers up the cloth and begins a sensuous journey over his lover’s body. ‘Let’s see how long his forceful Kitten holds out,’ he thinks to himself. Starting at the neck with soft forays at the tender spots beneath each ear, he slowly sweeps the cloth down and around one arm, rubbing and stroking each finger in turn. He repeats on the other arm and hand before stepping around to his lover’s back. Making sure only the cloth touches the warm and wet skin Karl massages and strokes the entire expanse ending at the dimples above the firm arse. He re-lathers the flannel before approaching his lover’s front. Biting his lip as his cock twitches at the sight of Craig’s needy arousal, he softly massages and strokes from collarbone to pectorals, spending time to tease and tweak the nipples to attention. Down the cloth moves back and forth across tapered abs and delves briefly in Craig’s navel. A quick foray over the dark treasure trail, then Karl crouches and begins washing a quivering thigh and leg. He looks up with a questioning arch of one eyebrow as he nears Craig’s foot.
Craig trails a finger down Karl's head with a smile. "Yeah, you'd make a good slave, would just have to put you in a loincloth." He grins, tracing the edge of his lover's ear. "Feels good…" He parts his legs, trying to hold onto the 'master' routine. "Now stand up and turn around so I can do your back."
Shivering at the feather light touch along his ear, it’s hard for Karl to stay quiet and keep his hands to himself. He does quickly wash up the other leg as he makes his way upright. He gives Craig a sultry once over before turning and bracing his hands against the tiles, giving a small arse wiggle for good effect.
Craig presses his body up against Karl's so that his cock nestles just between the other man's cheeks. He glides the soap up and down the back of his lover's arms and begins to run his fingers over the lean muscle to the small of his back. He watches in fascination as the soap trickles between the cleft and suppresses the urge to take Karl right then and there. He laps at water and growls his satisfaction. "You can do my back now." He offers as he turns around, attempting to settle the raging urge.
Not realizing he’d been holding it, Karl let out a stuttering breath when Craig’s hard cock moves from between his cheeks. His own cock sure didn’t mind the contact, but his head was still nervous that it was too soon and the area too tender. Knowing he had started their current adventure with Karl washing his lover’s back, he frowns slightly as he lathered his hands and begins on the one area he’d avoided earlier. Long slim fingers gently massage the soap into the firm globes of his Kitten’s arse. He glances a touch down the cleft before running his hands out to narrow hipbones and around meet over the thatch of hair in front. He doesn’t stay long, avoiding more contact with the cock brushing against the back of his fingers.
Craig almost leans into Karl sighing in contentment. "What are you stopping for?" He wonders, then remembers his order and giggles. "Oh..." Craig shifts backwards, having more or less realized that he really isn't the dom type. He reaches back to rub at Karl's neck. "I think you can touch me now." He whispers softly, eyes closed against the stream of water.
Karl grins as his Kitten’s knees wobble from the teasing. Once given the go ahead, he aligns his body to Craig’s back and wraps his fist around the bobbing shaft. He remains silent, but hums as he sips droplets of water from Craig’s skin. His cock nestled between the firm globes before him; he starts a slow steady stroke on his lover’s thick erection.
Craig whimpers as he leans against the tiles. Why did Karl have to work so far away? It wasn't fair. He wanted this all the time, wanted Karl all the time. He moves with his lover, pushing into Karl's hand eagerly.
Breaking his silence, Karl groans around a chuckle when Craig rubs back against him. He leans in harder, making the shorter man brace himself on the wet tiles. “Lube… where?” He rasps, his freed hips undulating and driving his shaft up and down the other’s crease. “Fuck love, need to fill you soon.”
Craig indicates the little place where they put drinks earlier. "In there." He leans against the tiles and gives a little mewling sound that he knows drives Karl crazy. "Hurry...." He bucks back against his lover meaningfully, and rather forcefully at that.
One hand still stroking, Karl leans over to grab the tube. He giggles when he slips and nearly topples them both. “Yeh sure we can do this?” he asks shaking hair and water out of his eyes. He has to let go of Craig’s cock to brace himself while he pops the top and slicks his fingers. The lube is dropped and he gently begins to probe his lover’s entrance.
Quite slick and ready, it doesn't take long to get Craig stretched. He doesn't have a comment for that particular question only a grunted. "Stop stallin’! Get inside..." He gasps, the fingers stroking his prostrate. He's actually not sure because his legs are so wobbly now.
With one more snarky “Yes Sir,” Karl bends his knees and slides home. “Fucken hell Love! You feel so good.” The angle has him striking the bundle of nerves at every stroke, and Karl wraps an arm around his trembling lover to hold them both upright.
"So do you," Craig counters. He writhes back against Karl's cock eagerly, trying to force his lover to start moving and moving hard. "I think I'm going to call in sick Monday morning." he decides with a soft giggle.
Karl pulls tighter at Craig’s waist, changing the angle again. He speeds up his movements as he lowers his head to lick and nibble against the small bruise he’d made earlier on Craig’s neck. “Yea, they’ll not be pleased having to use more makeup on yeh.” As always his climax builds quickly. He re-positions his arm by Craig’s head and urges his Kitten to stroke himself. “Wanna see yeh paint the tiles with somethin’ better than flowers.” He growls in one ear.
"I l…like flowers." Craig protests, "Ya have no taste." He mutters as he tries to stop himself from releasing too quickly. His fingers had curled against the wall and he gasps loudly as he feels Karl's cock against his special 'button'. When Karl moves his hand up, Craig can't help but comply
Now pounding into his lover, Karl growls, “Yeh liked my ‘taste’ earlier.” Remembering where his Kitten’s tongue had been, Karl moans as a surge of lust sweeps over him. “Do it love… ungh… can’t… can’t hold out long.”
Craig obediently reaches down to touch himself, groaning as his cock jumps lively in his hand with every thrust from Karl. Fast...that's how their couplings were. He shudders and cries out hips meeting every eager motion with a yelp and cry. It's not from pain. It's because he loves every minute of it.
“Fuck yea love… tha’s it… come for me Kitten.” Karl pants, Craig’s movements and voice sending electric shocks straight to his cock. He tries to focus his eyes over his lover’s shoulder to watch. They keep trying to close with every thrust back and clench of Craig’s body. “Yer so gorgeous… fucken love you so much…”
Craig gives a little half sigh half cry as he finally comes, bucking into his hand and back against Karl. The last comment is what does it in for Craig, he can't think but for how beautiful those words sound in his ears. Karl loves him, or says he does. It doesn't matter, Karl said the words.
“G…gorgeous…” Karl whispers in awe as Craig shudders in his arms. It takes only another few thrusts and clenching of inner muscles around his shaft for Karl to empty into his lover. Craig is trembling more and leaning back harder and harder. The one arm wrapped tight around Craig’s waist, Karl tries to keep them both upright. The tub floor is slippery with soap, he scrabbles his other hand further up to a dryer spot on the wall tiles, away from the rapidly cooling water streaming from the shower head. He cautiously tries to widen his stance… only to lose his footing completely and tumble them both onto his saddle sore and recently deflowered bum.
Craig yelps, but his fall is broken by Karl. His opening burns slightly as Karl's shaft slips abruptly from him and he tries hard not to land on it. "Crikey, Karl" He gasps and scrambles to get up off of Karl because he knows the other man must be hurt. "Oh god, are you okay? Shite..." he stretches to turn off the water and ends up slipping and nearly falling again on Karl.
Wind knocked from him, Karl sits stunned for a moment, mouth working but no air making it into his lungs. Craig’s scrambling and raised voice penetrates as a deep gasp finally gets him breathing again. His whole lower half feels numb, and he can’t quite move. Head down, he sucks in rasping lungs-full of air. A tiny drop of blood is on his thigh, and he looks up to see if one of them cut themselves on something sharp. “Fuc..n…sh… Lu…” he gasps, as he watches a tiny rivulet of pink-tinged water run down the inside of Craig’s thigh.
"It's..." ugh, that hurts. Craig turns a little green. He's more concerned about Karl though than he is about himself. He tries to help Karl up. "You’re hurt..." He grabs the edge of the tub and tries to steady himself. He feels odd, shooting pain searing through him. "Uhnnn..."
His voice no louder than a hoarse whisper Karl bats Craig’s hands away, “B…Blood... yer bleeding! Le’ me see!” He runs his hand up the pink trail and holds his shaking fingers out to Craig. “I Fucken… hurt… you again…. Fuck!”
"I'm okay...I'm fine..." Craig shakes his head wavering, a pain filled groan spilling from his lips. It hurts even to part his legs enough for Karl's fingers to touch.
“Fuck, fuck, Fuck! No you’re not! You’re fucken bleeding” Karl thrusts his hand under Craig’s nose. “I fucken hurt you again!” he trails off swearing and grumbling as he tries to rise. Fear and adrenaline now shooting through his system, he frowns when it is hard to get his legs under him to stand. “Damn it love! All I fucken do is cock-up and hurt you!” he eventually gets them both out of the slippery tub. Holding his Kitten tight to his side he wobbly stands them in front of the long mirror. “What… what do I do? Fucken Hell love… I’m so sorry!”
"I'm fine, I'm fine..." Craig protests. "You're hurt more. It was an accident, Karl." He tries to assure his love. "There's a first aid kit behind the mirror." He mumbles.
Karl takes out the kit and rummages through it whilst telling Craig to wrap up and dry off in a warm towel. He turns around with a plaster and iodine in his hand. ‘Uh… maybe not,” he mumbles thinking of the tender flesh they need to treat.
Craig miserably wraps a towel around himself and tries to walk. It hurts a lot more as soon as he starts to dry off. The elder man bites back a whimper as he finally makes it to the couch.
Shoving things haphazardly into the kit, Karl hobbles after Craig. Wobbling from one leg and his arse still being numb, a small trail of first aid items fall from the kit tucked under one arm. He helps Craig lie on his stomach crooning soothingly while he gently probes and dries the very tiny tear. He shoves what’s left of the kit toward Craig, “What can I use…yeh know, that won’t sting?”
"I dunno...." Craig mumbles helplessly. “It's just a little scrape." He shifts uncomfortably, "Mum could suggest something, why not call her?"
“Mum?!” Karl gasps, “Can’t we just take you to the Emergency Dept.? Yeh know if I… we ring her, Mum will come right over… and…” He rakes a hand through his sopping wet hair, “She…she’ll treat you herself.”
Craig grumbles, petulantly. He's starting to get a little irritated because the pain is becoming worse. "Better her than your shaky fingers and I sure as hell don't want to explain this to an emergency doctor… Karl you can hardly see straight. You need to lie down yourself.”
“I’m fine!” Karl snaps wincing when he reaches for the phone. He chews his lip while he waits for the call to ring through.
“Mum! I… Kit…Craig… uh… can you come over… now?” He uses a corner of Craig’s towel to wipe shower water and nervous sweat from his face. “No, yes I’m home… No Mum it’s not important why I’m here… just please Mum! I… it was an accident… and…and… yes ma’am, stop stuttering. We-were-in-the-shower-and-fell-and-I-hurt-Craig-and-blood-on-his… uh…” He says, running the words together until the end. “Blood where? Uh… in… on his… uh…” Karl starts stammering again in response to Mum’s question. “Yes ma’am” He takes a deep breath, “No stuttering… yes’m nor repeating. No it’s not bad enough to go to the E. D. NO! We don’t need Dad to come over,” wild eyes pin Craig to the lounge suite. “A plaster? No ma’am… uh… not there” his voice lowers to barely a whisper. “It…it’s on his bum.” Eyes wide, he hands the phone to Craig when Mum calls out loudly to speak to her sweet boy Craig.
Craig takes the phone patiently and sighs when Karl continues to nervously assess him. "Hi, yes ma'am. Karl's hurt more than I am, he broke the fall. We slipped in the bathtub." He listens carefully, "Yes there is blood. No, not that bad. Infection... I’d rather not explain to the E. D. ma'am..." He sighs, and nods, then hangs up the phone. "She says clean it with soap... and she'll be right over."
“Ah shit Parker, I’m fine! Now she’s gonna be looking at both our arses.” Karl grumbles, rising unsteadily from his knees. Still sopping wet he trudges back to the bathroom. A little more removed from the initial shock and later panic, a throbbing pain is shooting from his lower back and down one leg. Gritting his teeth, he looks over the vast selection of soaps and cleansers, and calls back down the hall, “Kitten, which one of these soaps won’t sting… or sting the least?”
"Just use the soft hand soap, that'll be fine." Craig says, "And bring me a shirt and undies. And a towel I’m still wet and soaking the sofa...Karl, she won't be that bad. Would you rather explain to her? Are you sure you’re ok?"
Concentrating on his tasks Karl weaves back and forth from bath and bed rooms, gathering each item as directed. As long as he keeps moving, he can’t dwell on how badly he may have hurt Craig, or how weird it feels with parts of him numb, but still have shooting pains up and down his lower half. He kneels beside the lounge and carefully checks the area, the blood had dried, but the flesh still looked very tender. He daubs a bit of the soap on and rubs as gently as he can. “Ah Love, ‘m so sorry,” he repeats amongst mumbles to himself for always putting his Kitten in peril. “No more, love. No more un-safe places… ‘m not gonna keep putting you at risk of getting’ hurt.” Then he further dries Craig and helps him into his clothes. “Come on love lean this way… off the wet cushions.”
Craig obliges, happy to have the soap soothing the slight burn. Really, Karl was too worried. He smiles grateful for being dried off. But they would have a hard time getting the sofa dry. He liked this sofa, it smelled of Karl. "It's nothing, love. It just burns a little." He tries to reassure his nervous lover. "Sex in the bed only?" He sighs. "We could put those little mats down in the bathtub, that way it would be safer..." He has to admit, sex with Karl in the shower or bath was one of his favorite things.
Leaning forward to hug his injured Kitten, Karl hides the wince from a shooting pain down his leg. “Shh love, let’s get you healed before we discuss any more adventures in the tub or elsewhere.” He gathers the wet towels and supplies, growling slightly as it takes a couple attempts to get his numb leg working properly to stand. He overrides any protest Craig may make, “I’m fine, just pins and needles from kneeling so long.” He bites his lip against the pain as he takes everything to the bathroom.
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Craig flips back his hair and frowns when he sees the bruises. "Karl...You're not ok." He protests. "What are you doing moving around?" He starts to rise from the couch. "There're bruises..." He looks almost horrified. "Karl..."
“It’s nothing!” Karl snaps harsher than he intended. Realizing he’s unclothed, he heads to the bedroom for a tracksuit. “It’s just a little bruise love, and I may have pinched something,” he adds quietly, heading to the kitchen to get them something to drink. “And if you tell Mum, she’ll lock up me bike again.” He grins as he sees the stuffed cats and squishes them under an arm when he brings back two bottles of juice. “Here love, these two looked lonesome in there.” He picks up his earlier thought “Plus, Mum will then move into the spare room for the rest of the weekend, and we’ll never get any alone time.”
"I don't think it's nothing..." Craig sighs, "And you're not going to be able to hide that from Mum, Karl." He draws the two stuffed animals in and cuddles them. He can't sit up yet, hurts too much. "You sure ... uhm... I mean. Karl, what if you sprained something?"
“As long as I don’t sit down, and stay moving, I’ll be fine.” Karl hitches his low-riding trackpants up over the blossoming bruise. “’sides, if she doesn’t let me ride the bike back, -she’ll- drive me…” he shudders, “and ‘way she drives we’d have to leave tomorrow morning.” He leans down to straighten Craig’s hair, “and even if I can’t make love to you for a bit, I don’t want her moving into the spare room for the rest of the weekend.” Suppressing a moan from another shooting pain he gives his Kitten a gentle kiss.
Craig practically forces Karl to sit down, or at least lie down near him. "Listen....It'll be okay." He soothes his boyfriend, running his hand through his lover's hair. "Maybe one of your friends can come get you? I don't know if -I- like the thought of you riding your motorbike..." He whispers softly.
“Ah Kitten, we’ll see, ok?” Karl feels his lower half start to stiffen and gets back up to flip over the wet cushions. He gingerly tries to twist at the waist to see if the bruise is showing. “Need a shirt eh” he asks.
"Yeah..." Craig looks more worried now, "Oh...Karl... What if I put something on it? There is massage oil in the bathroom, maybe..." He is starting to really worry. Karl looks -hurt- and he knows when Karl doesn't want to say anything about it, it means it's bad.
Karl turns to catch the worry in his lover’s eyes. “Ok love, if it will make you feel better.” He concedes, “Can we do it on the bed? We need to… uh… straighten up in there anyway. Can yeh walk that far?”
"Yeah, I should be okay." He eases himself to my feet. "Listen.... you're bruised more, why don't you lean on me?" he offers.
Karl slips an arm around his brave, injured Kitten and smiles at the two extra buddies Craig is still snuggling tight. He bats Craig’s helping hands away when Karl starts straightening the bed and replacing the lube in it’s little pouch. “You go find the stuff you want, I’ll be right here when you get back.” He kisses Craig’s temple and whispers into the spiky hair, “’m really sorry love, for upsetting your earlier and everythin’.”
Craig shakes his head, "We both made assumptions." He tilts his chin to capture Karl's lips softly. He gingerly makes his way to the bathroom and returns with a few tall bluish bottles. "Karl? Can you lie on your side?"
Climbing gingerly onto the bed, Karl winces through a couple spasms as he settles on his side. “Be careful love, don’t hurt yourself more.” He curls around a couple pillows to ease some of the pain on his tailbone.
Craig comes back to the bedroom and carefully kneels on the bed. It's not so bad as long as he doesn't -sit-. Karl on the other hand, Craig sighs as he pulls down his lover's pants gently to expose the lower back. "It's starting to get colorful...are you sure we shouldn't go to the E.D.?
Karl sighs, “I’m fine love, and it’s just a bruise.” He won’t mention the spasms that might mean a nerve is pinched somewhere. He’s pretty sure it’s just from some swelling at the point of contact.
"Karl, swelling is never good." Craig shakes his head. He is not really sure where to apply the special oil because he's fairly certain anything he touches is going to hurt. So he attempts to bring his point home as he pours oil on a section of skin near the bruise, just as Mum's voice rings out. "Yoo-hoo boys?"
“Fucken Hell!” Karl shouts as the cold oil hits his back and causes a spasm to shoot down his leg.
Mum marches down the hall at hearing her son call out. “Karl? Craig-dear?” She rounds the corner in enough time to see the top of the large bruise on Karl’s lower back. “Oh Love! What? Why…?” She gasps, running out of steam as she approaches the bed.
Karl curls in on himself as the spasms continue from each shock: the oil, Mum’s arrival, her stripping the pants lower. “Bruise… Mum, just a bruise,” he whispers, “Craig please… tell her.”
"Karl's being stubborn." Craig shakes his head, biting his lip. "A bruise doesn't form right there, Karl. He's hurt far worse than me. Mum, he won't go to the E.D. He broke the fall, and I'm worried he's broken something, or sprained it..." He reaches down and runs his hand through Karl's hair. "I'm sorry, love. But you need to see a doctor."
“Fu… No… ‘m fine” Karl gasps through gritted teeth.
“No you are not!” Mum states emphatically. “Craig-dear, do I need to check you over before we get this stubborn fool to the E.D.?”
Craig sighs, "I am mostly okay, Mum, just a scratch. The only thing I'm worried about right now is infection." He admits. He is more concerned about the way Karl's leg is spasming.
“If I’m going, Craig’s going too.” Karl grumbles from the bed when Mum takes a look at Craig’s bum. Mum ignores Craig’s blush as she looks at the tiny scratch. The area is a little reddened, but there is no swelling, and on the whole looks fine. Pulling Craig’s shorts back up she gives him a hug and tells him an antiseptic should be fine, but it was his call.
Craig sighs and lifts one of Karl's hands to his to kiss it. "But you have to explain what happened." He tries to stop the full blush from forming down his neck but it persists. "I think some antiseptic will do the trick, myself."
“Fucken hell” Karl mutters under his breath. Now that Mum is here and in charge, there is no way he can get out of seeing a doctor. And fuck-it he can’t deny Craig anything. He runs the raised hand over his Kitten’s cheek, “Ok love, but only if you’re sure you’re alright.”
Craig finds a pair of pants to put on and his and Karl's wallets with their insurance. "Thanks for coming, Mum." He kisses her on the cheek and helps her to get Karl to his feet. They manage to get out the door and into Mum's car when Mum spies the motorbike and gives Karl a -look-. Craig shakes his head as if to ask her sweetly not to say anything. Eventually they manage to get Karl into a comfortable position in the car with his head in Craig's lap while Mum drives.
TBC