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Title: The Morning After (A part of the Pretty Men Series)
Rating: NC-17
Author: Tragictales
Pairings: Urbana, Matthew Fox/Dominic Monaghan.
Warnings: None
Summary: Karl settles his worries and Eric rekindles his love with an old flame. (Sequel to Unexpected Regrets)
A/N: Ok…note: I know very little about racing in Australia other than watching F1 a couple of times. So, with that much said many things have been blended with the wonderful world of NASCAR because I’ve watched that for a longer period of time and I know more about it. If that bothers anyone then, well, I’m terribly sorry if it does. The banner for this fic was made by Causette.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the pretties. Never have and never will though I can dream and dream all I want. So please if you have any intention of trying to sue me know that all I own is twenty dollars for my lunch money and a bit of pocket lint.
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Eric's eyes cracked open early Wednesday morning delighted in feeling Karl's warm breath on his neck and the full weight resting comfortably on him. Somehow in the middle of the night Karl had managed to tangle them both in a mixture of bed sheets and limbs making it impossible for Eric to move without waking him. The only thing Eric could do was move his free arm which was draped across Karl's hips.
His hand stroked Karl's arse gleefully stretching over the adorable bump in the sheets. The Australian propped himself up on a pillow and rested his forehead against Karl's cheek. A mischievous plan formed in his mind and he shifted slightly to move his arm beneath the sheets slithering around the twisted sheets. Eric's search ended when his hand came to rest on Karl's thighs then his soft cock. His fingers touched the member enticing it with small caresses until it finally came to attention. Karl groaned in his sleep and turned ever so slightly allowing Eric more space to touch him.
His fingers closed around Karl's cock pumping just then while kissing his cheek. Karl responded slowly turning his head and catching Eric's kisses deepening them. Eric's hand stopped at the sudden movement. He looked down startled when Karl's eyes cracked open. His eyes opened fully when they broke their kiss and smiled smugly.
"Morning lover," he said sucking on Eric's lower lip and raising his hips into the warm hand urging him to continue.
"Thought you were still sleeping," Eric asked while resting his hand on Karl's penis once again, fingers teasing the tip drawing a hiss from the man. Karl chuckled and inched closer to Eric's warmth.
"You thought wrong," Karl answered him.
His toes curled and uncurled beneath the sheets grabbing parts of the fine material, holding them captive, and then releasing them instantly. He wrestled with the sheets a little bit to remove his right arm to check his watch. He squinted his eyes to beat off the glare from the sunlight streaming through the hotel room window. The small clock read seven o’clock on the nose. One more day before he had to leave. Sadness crept through his heart threatening to overshadow the contentment he felt at waking up beside Eric. His lover. The words were enough to combat the inevitable feeling.
He had for so long been living just for his job. The small amount of fun he had with other men were always eclipsed by the loneliness he would feel when he either went home after a good shag, woke up alone after a good shag, or woke up knowing the man beside him wouldn’t be staying. Now when he looked back to Eric, letting his arm drop onto his midsection then scooting ever closer, he had a feeling that this was exactly where he should have been all along. He wondered if Eric had heard him last night before he fell asleep. He hadn’t mentioned anything when Karl woke up.
The fear that he had heard it and Karl had scared him with his declaration was so fierce that Karl had to immediately find a way to dismiss it. If Eric were worried by it then he wouldn’t be here would he? It wasn’t often when he let a man come this close to him. When he did it usually went sour. The logical side of his mind told him that all good things did come to an end.
Eric repeatedly kissed his lips again. He opened his mouth further with each one inviting Karl in. "Something on your mind?"
"I was just having a good dream when you woke me," Karl said enjoying the way Eric picked up where he left off on his cock, resuming the motions that made Karl’s skin prickle with excitement.
"About?"
"Are you sure you want to know?" Karl asked in a mockingly dangerous tone. "I wouldn’t want to frighten you with my dirty thoughts."
"Well, I’ve got a news flash for you, love. Your thoughts are probably no worse than mine," Eric said honestly. He tightened his grasp and Karl groaned. "So tell me Mr. Urban what naughty thoughts have you been having lately?"
"Sir, I had a dream last night. It was rather sensuous if I do say so. Would you care for me to act it out for you?"
"Why yes, I believe that would be acceptable," Eric replied trying his best to keep the laughter from his voice. Karl grinned feeling incredibly silly for what he was about to do and at the same time didn’t care. Here in this hotel room with the doors closed and the light shining on them he didn’t give a damn. He pushed himself from Eric and nearly fell from the bed with all of the tangles wrapped around his legs. He regained his balance and silenced Eric’s escaped laughter with a serious look. Clad in nothing but his gold Rolex watch he walked around the side of the bed so he came to the foot. He kicked his already abused luggage out of the way and stood with his back to his lover.
"It started out with that interesting dance music you like to listen to," Karl began, Eric snorted from behind him but he ignored him opting to continue. "Suddenly you just appeared out of no where."
"Was I naked?" Eric asked and Karl looked over his shoulder with a cross look on his face.
"Actually, you were dressed in this revealing bit of lingerie," Karl replied. "It was silk and the lovely garment actually curved over your hips. Anyway, you started dancing. First with this slow rolling of the hips."
Karl demonstrated to imaginary music. His hips switched from side to side then enticingly swiveling about. He heard Eric moan from behind him and knew he was watching very closely. He dipped his hips then dropped to the floor and came back up slowly. His shoulders rolled back and he lifted his arms up over his head letting his body move the way it would have if he been in a club dancing along with the masses. He had been more than a few times and found it to be one of the most liberating moments of his life. The vibrations of the music, the grinding bodies, and the unmistakable scent of sex were all a powerful mix that Karl called upon from memory. Karl remembered the way Eric had danced in his dream and he smiled despite himself unable to resist touching himself while he moved. He had lost himself in a moment and was brought back to reality only when he felt a hardness pressing against his arse.
"And what happened next?" Eric whispered in Karl’s ear making his already in motion body shake. Karl swallowed hard as Eric’s lips found his neck sucking tentatively on the flesh while awaiting his answer. Karl kept moving and edged forward until he reached the dresser drawers that sat before the bed pulling Eric with him though he was sure there would be no trouble in getting the man to go after him. His arse hit Eric’s hardened cock and Karl almost stopped in anticipation of what was to come.
"Next, you bent over revealing that gorgeous cock of yours and when you straightened up you peeled the saucy bit of clothing off of you. Then you turned around and beckoned to me to come to you."
"And did you?" Eric wrapped his arms around Karl’s chest stopping the tantalizing dance and pulled him flat against him.
"Fuck yes."
"What did I want?" Eric asked him.
"You wanted me to fuck you," Karl spoke clearly. Eric paused and smiled against the back of his neck. And then he was spreading Karl’s legs further and pushing apart his cheeks. Karl hadn’t any idea if he had lubed up or even if he were wearing a condom. All he knew was that Eric was at his entrance and he was quivering beneath his touch.
"Like this?" Eric asked when he pushed forward to the hilt of his cock. Karl let out a shaky breath then hissed in response when Eric continued to move. This wasn’t a time for light touches and caresses. While appealing this was how they both liked it, hard and rough. The intense friction told Karl that Eric didn’t have a condom on and had only applied a sparse amount of lube.
His hands gripped the edges of the dresser while Eric fucked him. With each thrust Karl was left craving the next heightened feeling. Eric’s large hands gripped Karl’s hips, blunt nails digging into his skin. The kiwi balanced himself on the dresser with one hand and with the other worked on his cock They were both so close and one more thrust sent them both over the edge. Their release echoed off of the walls and Karl’s own come covered the once cleaned surface.
"Yeah, like that," Karl said aloud and Eric laughed heartily behind him. Eric held him close against him while still inside and Karl turned his head to look at him. He was looking out of the window. His jaw was clenched and his eyebrows were knotted together. Anxiety coiled in Karl’s stomach and he opened his mouth to speak. Eric beat him to it the sound of his deep accented voice shushing the kiwi.
"Karl?"
"Yes?" Karl responded hesitantly waiting for him to say the words his cynical mind wanted to hear.
"I love you so much," Eric told him and Karl smiled to himself relieved. Perhaps there were such things as happy endings.
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Karl sipped at his glass of iced tea while sitting outside of Diesel’s Raceway. He was actually seated in the stands of the small race park attached to the building. Karl winced when he set his arms down on the arms of his seat. The heated metal made him jump then groan. He added them to the list of things Eric was going to have to kiss when they got back to his hotel room. So far the list included his shoulders, neck, lower back and of course his recently scorched arms.
Karl could have kicked himself for not putting on a pair of shorts prior to coming to the track. He didn’t mind being there; just the heat was killing him. It was barely nine and he had sweat pouring down his face. The kiwi had already removed the t-shirt he wore to the track and now was contemplating removing his tank top as well. He watched earlier when Eric and Matthew brought out ‘Rebecca’. The silver Coup looked to be in good condition.
Eric’s fingers trailed across the smooth hood as he walked along the passenger side. His eyes drank in the lovely sight before him freshly washed, tuned and, ready for him. It seemed Matthew and Vin had taken good care of his baby. Eric knew he didn’t have to say any bit of thanks to Vin for not selling it when the company went bankrupt the saving of the vehicle would just be considered a favor between friends. Eric made his way around the car checking every last detail. He savored the moments he had just to look at her and then to feel every curve. He couldn’t keep the wide smile from spreading across his face lighting his eyes. Eric’s trip stopped at the driver’s side door and looked back at Matthew who stood on the other side of the car grinning proudly.
"Just as you left her."
"Even better than when I left her," Eric commented chewing on his lower lip as he leaned front first on the door folding his arms along the top of the car and setting his chin down on top of them. His eyebrows rose up and down suggestively at the excitement on Matthew’s face.
"Wait until you hear her purr," Matthew responded reaching into his pocket and pulling a single key chain from the space. He swung the keys around on his index finger not at all surprised at Eric’s sudden switch of attention. The Australian watched him spin the keys around hungrily. If Matthew didn’t know any better he would have taken a few wary steps backwards for fear that Eric would try to leap across the car and take the keys.
"And when do I get to hear that satisfying sound?" Eric asked cocking his head to the side when the keys stopped spinning and were suddenly hurled in his direction. He caught them in his large hands then held them tight in a hard fist. The two men opened their respective doors and climbed into the vehicle.
Eric easily slid the key into the ignition and shuddered at the response Rebecca gave him when the key finally turned. Had he any shame he would have been embarrassed at the way he groaned at the rumble of the engine. The vibrations were enough to make his thighs quiver and his hands shake. Just the feel of being in the car again sent delightful shivers down his body feeding his arousal and making him hard. He blew out a breath and tightened his grip on the wheel.
"Think Vin will mind if we take her about for fun before he gets here?" Eric asked Matthew of their boss. He of course knew the answer; Vin’s motto always had been "As long as I didn’t see it then it didn’t happen’. Besides the business owner could hardly be upset with Eric considering the circumstances. Matthew shook his head in response and Eric let out a fervent howl that made Karl jump in the stands. The sound was barely heard over the car. To be honest Karl was feeling a little jealous. So far as Karl was concerned the only thing that should touch Eric’s arse and excite him was his hand…or quite possibly his cock.
"Tell me he doesn’t sound like that in bed," a rather chipper voice sounded.
Karl turned around in his seat to see bright looking young man dressed for the day in a pair of shorts and a thin grey tank top. His sandals made enthusiastic slapping sounds as he made his way down to the row where Karl sat. Up close Karl recognized him as one of Eric’s friends from the pub. The name escaped him.
"No trust me there’s a lot more grunting involved," Karl snorted.
"I’m Dom. You probably don’t remember me from the pub," Dom said and Karl smirked.
"I remember you. Bathtub sex?"
Dom blushed prettily then responded with as much sarcasm as he could muster. "Pool table sex?"
"Touché," Karl laughed blushing as well. "Did…did they ever fix the pool table?"
"Rest assured Colin and Jared have been in that room working long hard hours after work trying to fix it. I think it’ll be up and running soon. Well, provided the two of them stop shagging each other senseless every ten minutes."
Karl laughed and Dom scooted in and sat beside him. "Oh God they’ve got it running. Matthew’s been preening that thing all week. I can’t decide who loves her more, the mechanic or the driver."
"I heard she’s a spitfire," Karl laughed. Dom turned towards him with a straight face.
"That’s no laughing matter. You know she gives them something we can’t," Dom said. Karl’s face screwed up into an incredulous look. He bit his tongue to prevent himself from asking if the cars gave them incredible blowjobs. He took a glance at ‘Rebecca’ before answering.
"And that would be?"
"Cargasm, mate!"
"Cargasm?" Karl repeated sarcastically.
"You’ve probably felt it before, well if you’re that into cars. Just staring at it can make it happen watching the power it yields covered by a sleek exterior that could literally make you melt. And the way it’s driven…" Dom trailed off with a silly smirk plastered on his face. His eyes followed the silver bullet racing along the track drifting over the turns and the curves, the accelerations and the decelerations. The younger man shivered and pulled his legs up onto the seat.
"Sexiest thing ever," Dom said after a moment. Karl shook his head.
"I tend to disagree. The sexiest thing ever," Karl said then shifted in his seat as Eric took another lap," is watching a gorgeous man drive a hot car."
"To each their own."
"Must be," Karl squirmed in his seat each time Eric went by. He imagined the look of pure rapture on his face at being able to do this again. He had forgotten about the temperature and the kiss list he had mentally prepared. Eric was happy; any amount of sweltering heat wasn’t going to stand in Karl’s way of feeling the same for him.
"You two are really going to try and make it aren’t you?" Dom asked. Karl smirked his trademark smirk and shrugged.
"Yes, we are," Karl replied watching closely as Eric came around to stop easily. His body shuddered while his lover reluctantly exited the car with a huge grin on his face akin to the 'I just had incredibly hot sex' look that he knew so well.
Tight knots formed in the pit of Karl's stomach when Eric looked his way. However, when Vin approached the car he was forced to take his eyes off of him and direct his attention elsewhere. The bald man stretched on his way to the track appearing to have just woken up. He shrugged out of his jacket the minute the warmth of the sun hit him.
Vin seemed content to let it wash over his already tanned skin and dry the remains of the moisture left from his shower. He twisted his neck and shook his arms listening for the confirmation that his morning kinks were knocked out. Vin held in his hands a clipboard with numerous pieces of paper attached that Eric watched warily. He wondered just what Vin had in store for him.
"I see you wasted no time in getting back behind the wheel," Vin said and Eric crossed his arms and shrugged.
"What can I say? I missed her," Eric replied reaching out the stroke the top of his car gently as if it were one of his cats wanting to be petted. "When do I actually get to race her?"
"Depends," Vin said rubbing his forehead. "
"On?"
"How ready you can be in two weeks," Vin replied. He came to a stop on Eric's side of the car and held the clipboard out for Eric to see. Matthew joined them a few seconds later and glanced over Eric's shoulder.
"Diesel's Raceway proudly presents the first annual Showcase Pit on December 11, 2005. Applications can be found at the track and must be in by November 23rd. Car check will be on December 5th," Eric read aloud. He looked over the clipboard at Vin who had an expectant look on his face.
"I'm a little off for the application date."
"It can be overlooked," Vin said and Eric whistled low.
"You're serious?" Eric asked to be sure and Vin rolled his eyes.
"Would I have even bothered showing it to you if I weren't?" Vin asked and Eric nodded. "Besides you get to exact a little bit of revenge if you do decide to race."
"David signed up didn't he?" Eric asked gripping the clipboard.
"His application came in on Monday," Vin answered him. "So, think you'll be ready?"
"When can I start working on getting back in shape?" Eric asked flipping the flyer up to find the application already behind it.
"We'll start you on Saturday at noon," Vin replied and Eric nodded in confirmation while looking down at the clipboard in his hands. He would be ready. Come hell or high water.