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FIC: Disco Lights and Poppers #12 of fic meme for nclowe
Author: Ylith
Rating: well…it’s me….so NC-17 is a pretty sure bet
Pairing: Urbloom
Summary: Karl and Orli are at a club. Dancing and sex happens
Disclaimer: not true. Feedback is delicious, please feed me!! There is not enout Karl/Orlando lately. Where did it go? *sniffles* This is something light and stupid after le drama of Night Watcher.
betad by karasaurusrex *snogs her hardcore*
Karl entered the club feeling good, looking good as he looked in his sleeveless black button-down shirt and snug jeans. His dark hair was mussed and spiky, and his cock was pleasantly aroused to half mast. He surveyed the crowd before him gyrating to the pulsing beat of the music, searching for someone to dance with.
A few people caught his eye as he moved through the crowd, most tweaked out twinks with glow sticks or men trying to find that perfect guy. There had thus far been many that looked good, but not that many that stood out as special. Most had the gym body, the perfectly gelled hair, the tweezed brows, and the tight clothes.
Karl was sick of it all, and was ready for something a little different. He shook his head as some waxed guy came over and tried to grind against him. The guy tried one more time, but finally shrugged and walked off. Karl felt a hand on his ass, and then against his shoulders. He ignored them and continued to move through the crowd, his eyes peeled.
After some unsuccessful searching, Karl made his way to the bar. He ordered a beer and then turned back towards the masses. His guy was there somewhere, and he was gonna find him. He took a sip of beer, an elbow on the bar he leaned against, his eyes searching.
The beer that had been spilling into his mouth suddenly spewed onto his chin and onto his shirt. He turned, scowling, ready to knock the head off of whoever just made him spill all over himself by falling into him.
A young man reeled against him, quite drunk and looking a little high as well. His face was a little sweaty, and his dark curls clung to the damp skin. His eyes were hooded in long lashes, the dark eyes looking a little amused and vacant from the alcohol he must have consumed. Even though Karl was still quite pissed at his shirt being wrecked, he couldn’t deny the guy before him sure was pretty damn good looking, and he could probably open a can on those cheekbones…
“Sorry gorgeous,” the guy said, his velvet voice only slightly slurred. He brushed at Karl’s shirt as though he could wipe away the beer and make it all better. “Bit of a stumble there.”
Karl quirked a brow as he looked at the disheveled man before him. He was slender but not skinny, his limbs toned and smooth without the aid of a Schick Quattro. His straight but animated brows arched up as he looked at Karl, his eyes still hooded. “All better?” he asked, a pout on his small lips.
Karl heard a bell ding in his head as he gave the guy an obvious once over, his lips pursed in appreciation. “This was my favorite shirt,” he finally said.
The young man’s lower lip pouted further out in pity. He slapped a finger against Karl’s chest, dragging it down his body towards his groin in a gesture that was supposed to be seduction. The seduction was really only half lost in the clumsiness of it, the guy before him practically swaying back and forth with his half mast dark eyes.
“Sorry love…want some poppers?”
Karl chuckled, taking hold of the hand that was reaching up towards his face by the wrist before it could arrive at its destination. He looked down to see the little vial clasped in the young man’s hand. He clasped the warm flesh in both hands as he looked at the gorgeous face before him. “I’m Karl…You tell me your name pretty,” he purred smoothly as he stroked his thumb over the back of the other guy’s hand. “I don’t take things from strangers.”
The guy giggled…not a very masculine decription to be sure but the only way to describe the sound that spilled from his lush lips and shook his enough to ruffle his curls. “Orlando,” he said. “And don’t worry lover…” he cooed. “We’re practically best friends.”
This time it was Karl’s turn to pout as he accepted a hit of the poppers, feeling the warmth spread through him and relax his body. “Friends?” he asked. “I was hoping to be something a little different.”
Orlando responded by grabbing his arm, pulling him towards the dance floor. “Come dance with me!” he ordered, dragging Karl’s body against his own and shaking his head from side to side to the music. He dragged Karl flush against him, his arms at the Kiwi’s sides as he shifted against him. Orlando’s dancing wasn’t really dancing, more dry humping. His movements weren’t really sexy, but they were fun and catchy, and soon Karl found himself caught up in it. He moved against Orlando in return, grinding against him in time with the music.
Orlando was all enthusiasm and not much skill, but in truth sometimes enthusiasm was half the battle. Karl liked Orlando’s carefree nature, and took another hit of poppers when they were offered, watching when Orlando raised them to his own nose and took a sniff.
“You horny yet?” Orlando asked, one of those perfect brows quirking but the eyes remaining hooded.
Karl smirked at him, glancing down at his erection with a mock pout. “You telling me you can’t feel that baby?” he asked with arched brows.
Orlando furrowed his brows and pursed his lips in whorish appreciation and snuggled his hips against Karl’s. He looked into the other man’s hazel-green eyes as he slid a hand into Karl’s pants, sliding his fingers against his engorged cock. “You can fuck me if you want,” he said. “I wont even make you buy me dinner first.”
Karl looked at him in almost genuine surprise. He’d had men throw themselves at him before, but Orlando was all speed and no breaks. “You sure?” he asked. “I don’t want to use you…”
Laughter bubbled from Orlando’s mouth, his head falling back in the supreme amusement of it all as his arms wound around Karl’s neck. “That’s so cute,” he said, his lips brushing against Karl’s before his hips mimicked the motion. “I like dick, love,” he said. “Maybe I’m a bad boy for it, but I don’t mind using you to get what I want.”
Karl blinked when Orlando’s fingers closed around his prick and squeezed. He found himself at a loss for words when Orlando smiled at him sweetly as his velvety voice cooed out, “could we get a move on? I’ve got work in the morning and I need all the sleep I can get to sober up.”
The Kiwi was used to being the instigator in all encounters, preferring to seduce the other and lead them back to the bathroom or his car, or even the back alley…but he was not at all experienced with knowingly being the one used.
He kinda liked it.
“Lead the way,” he finally said, never one to pass up sex with a hot and ready guy.
Orlando practically dragged him by the shirtfront to the bathroom. The still slightly tipsy Brit stumbled into the dirty toilet, dragging Karl like a dog on a leash. The curly haired brunette looked in to find two twinks hurriedly fornicating against the cracked sink. He curled his lip at them, groaning at their intrusive presence.
“Out!” he shouted, his voice short and clipped. “Get out. Now!”
The two twinks looked up in supreme surprise at the new pair standing in the doorway. They stopped their eager thrusting and looked up, their perfectly plucked brows arched in annoyance. “Get your own place!” they both shouted in return, queening out with flustered looks at each other and then Orlando.
Orlando let go of Karl and charged at them like a fifteen year old runs at a group of pigeons. “Get out! Fucking twinks…”
He watched as they scurried out of the toilet, pulling up their pants as they went. Karl watched after them in supreme amusement, holding in his laughter as best he could. He looked away from them when one of Orlando’s hands pulled the door shut and locked it with a flick of his finger.
“Bloody amateurs,” he growled as he grabbed the front of Karl’s shirt and slammed him against the wall. “You’re so hot,” he purred, his hooded eyes seeming so sultry now, and not the result of too much alcohol.
“Not so bad yourself,” Karl said, groaning as Orlando dropped to his knees in a manner that didn’t look too comfortable. “Careful there,” he said with a smile on his lush lips. “Don’t break yourself.”
Orlando giggled again as he bared Karl’s cock, the hard flesh springing forward. It’s pale color was a stark contrast to the tan fingers that reached for it. “Don’t think this is all I’m doing,” Orlando warned him, his mouth poised right over the head of Karl’s practically weeping cock. “I’m not gonna let you cum…I want to get fucked…I just like sucking cock too.”
Karl’s breath caught when the other man flicked his tongue out, waggling it to display the metal ball of a tongue stud that decorated the center of it. Orlando smirked in devilish confidence, his hand pumping Karl’s cock a few times before he leaned forward.
Karl groaned when Orlando finally slid the head along the flat of his tongue, gliding the pleasantly thick cock into his mouth and then back into his throat. His mouth was sloppy as he moved it back and forth against the other man’s cock, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake.
Orlando took the cock in as far as he could, his nose brushing against the other man’s pubic hair. He deep throated Karl with the same energetic enthusiasm he had used when he danced with him. His head bobbed furiously, slurping loud along with other man’s silk skinned shaft.
Karl was gasping and groaning above him, his hands first splayed against the wall by his hips, liking the idea of Orlando going to town on his cock without any help. He soon couldn’t help himself though, and wound his fingers in those sweaty curls. Orlando let him fuck his mouth, opening his throat and stilling his head so Karl could thrust. Orlando’s face and eyes reddened as Karl’s shaft repeatedly entered his throat, remaining deep inside and only withdrawing a little bit. His throat rippled around the swollen member, and his eyes beginning to itch and water as Karl’s thrusts robbed him of breath.
Finally Orlando pushed him back, spitting a wad of precum onto the head of Karl’s saliva slick cock. “You close?” he asked, his voice slightly hoarse.
Karl nodded. “Fuck yeah,” he moaned.
Orlando promptly stood, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a wrapped condom and ripping it open with his teeth. He handed it to Karl, telling the man to put it on with a frank look. “I like it hard and fast,” he said. “And I don’t need prep, so none of this ‘one, two, three, go’ finger bullshit.”
Karl might have been slightly speechless, but Orlando didn’t give him any real chance to be, instead turning around and lowering his jeans to mid thigh. “Hurry up stud,” he said. “9am is calling me…”
Never one to be outdone, Karl donned the condom in record speed, sheathed and ready and instantly shoved in to the halfway mark.
“Oh shit!…oh fuck!” Orlando’s head fell back as he grunted the words, his back arching and ass popping back as best he could. He reached back and held on to Karl’s hips as the man made deep, short thrusts into him at a punishing rhythm.
Karl pressed him against the wall, his arms sliding beneath Orlando’s to brace himself against the scratched surface. He thrust hard, wanting to assert himself again into his position of power that Orlando had stolen from right under his nose.
Orlando groaned, riding his cock like he was a dildo with a pulse, moaning an grunting in clenched teeth delight as he was drilled into the filthy wall. “Ohhh…that’s good…” Orlando groaned, his eyes still at half mast and his lips pursed out as he pumped his hips back into Karl. “Just a little longer…” Orlando groaned. “I’m almost there…”
Karl himself was feeling pretty close too, and he hardened his thrusts, making them longer so that tight ring squeezed all along his prick as he moved in the other man’s ass. “Fuck…” he groaned, the fingers of one hand curling against the wall and the others moving about Orlando’s waist to clutch him tight and brace him against the onslaught.
Orlando’s breaths came in quick, clipped pants as Karl shifted his stance and pounded in hard, staccato shoves within him. He grit his teeth and cried out, his voice broken as he bounced on the end of the other man’s cock when his orgasm finally hit, his cock rubbing against the wall and his prostate being repeatedly bumped having finally sealed the deal.
Karl was squeezed to the point of pain, his breath catching in his throat. He stilled his hips, unable to move as the tightness wrapped around his cock rippled in a most exquisite fashion. His hips then made involuntary jerks in their own independent desire for orgasm.
Orlando slumped against the dirty wall, moaning feebly as the man behind him began to thrust again. His whole body quivered as Karl drove into him, his hips rocking in time as the man’s cock continually struck his oversensitive prostate. A few more plunges into Orlando’s tightness and Karl came hard into the condom, shouting out as his body went rigid with his release.
“Fuck!” Karl groaned as his hips jerked. His arm tightened about Orlando’s waist, his eyes fluttering shut and his mouth lowering to the other man’s neck.
Karl pulled out and then they stood and panted for a second while they gathered their wits after their intense orgasms. Orlando was the first to move, reaching down and gripping his jeans, dragging them up and buttoning them with sluggish movements.
“That was fabulous, love,” Orlando said, turning to face Karl and offering him a sated smile before moving past him to the mirror to check his reflection.
Karl was left gasping with his pants open as Orlando moved away from him. His chest rose and fell in his labored breath as he pulled off the used condom and watched Orlando dab at the sweat on his forehead with a piece of paper towel. He tossed the condom in the rubbish bin and then fastened his pants, eyeing the gorgeous other man as he continued to preen himself in the mirror.
“So Orlando,” Karl said, sauntering over to the man he had just nearly fucked in half. “How about giving me your number? Maybe we could meet up again some time that wont give us Hepatitis by just standing in the room.”
Orlando’s velvet voice bubbled with laughter as he ran his fingers through his hair. “That’s real sweet of you, love, but this was more of a one time thing.”
Karl couldn’t hide the surprise on his face. This was new as well…not only was this line usually Karl’s but he had never been turned down for a second date.
Orlando turned to face him, his hands on the other man’s chest in sympathy. “Sorry love,” he said, his voice silken. “You’re gorgeous…but I’m really not looking for a relationship right now. I don’t really do them.”
Karl smiled again, digging for his confidence and offering a seductive wink. “No worry, darling,” he said. “But maybe sometimes I’ll have an itch that really needs scratching and I remember you…”
Orlando got the drift, rolling his eyes in amusement. “Tell you what,” he said. “You give me your number…and then maybe I’ll use it some day. If ‘I’ have an itch.”
Karl’s eyes narrowed, still feeling competitive. Nevertheless, he reached into his pocket and removed a small Sharpie marker. He quirked a brow and took one of Orlando’s smooth long fingered hands in his own. He poised the opened marker above it, catching the other man’s gaze and holding his dark eyes as he said, “I’ll give you my number…but ‘only’ cause I know you’re going to use it.”
Orlando returned the smile, but didn’t answer. Whether he intended to call or not, he still liked Karl.
The End