Fic: Sunday Morning

[tragictales]

Chapter Title: Sunday Morning
Author: Tragictales
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Urbana
Characters: Eric Bana, Karl Urban, Sean Bean (Implied), and Vin Diesel.
Warnings: A bit of angst? Swearing… Making out?
Feedback: Always welcome and always appreciated.
Summary: Eric and Karl both receive messages that could threaten their growing commitment and Eric wants to show Karl something. Sequel to ‘Billiards and Drinks’
A/N: Beta'd by eviea. *snuggles her* Never been to Australia and so yes I will Americanize many things, I apologize. Banner made by Causette.


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Eric dipped his toes into the clear blue water, savoring the cool sensations in his serene setting. He sat on the beach, one early Saturday morning in a pair of green shorts and a white t-shirt. He leaned back on his hands and watched the sun try and poke through the fleeting night sky. The ocean’s choppy waters were starting to calm a little while the remains of Friday night’s storm faded. Eric was the only raging thing left on the beach. He tried to blend into the tranquil nature that surrounded him and was unsuccessful. Karl had dropped him off around one and Eric had almost made the mistake of inviting him up to his apartment.

He was glad that he hadn’t and opted to simply have him over for breakfast in the morning. Upon entering his home he checked his answering machine to find three disturbing messages. They weren’t disturbing in the way that made him want to bolt his door and find the dusty old bat he kept beneath his bed. It was disturbing in the fact that it was Sean-fucking-Bean calling him in the wee hours of the morning. His ex calling after three months of no contact whatsoever. After he had told him that his career and reputation was more important to him than Eric could ever be. After two years of leading him on then leaving him broken.

It was beyond strange. But then truth can sometimes be stranger than fiction. The messages contained little hints of emotion in Sean’s voice when he called to tell him that he made a mistake, that he loved him, and that he thought of him constantly. It made Eric’s heart hammer in his chest and his blood rush to his ears. For the first time since the infamous Mr. Bean had left, Eric didn’t feel the need to call him back. The usual itching in his fingertips was non-existent. He did however immediately call Karl and beg him to meet him at the beach instead of his apartment. It wasn’t that he didn’t want him there. He had after all hoped for post breakfast sex in his bedroom where he imagined they would lay, entangled limbs covered in sweat for hours.

With Sean calling him now Eric’s bubble was burst. He couldn’t have Karl over now. It was a disaster waiting to happen, that much he knew of. But at the same time it pissed Eric off that Sean had just stepped back into his life without his permission to do so. That had been one of the problems with Sean. The man liked being in charge. He liked having his way and loved to surround himself with people who would rush to please him. Eric was not an obsequious man. But Sean had made one out of him just as he wanted. That was why, when Sean just left, Eric felt torn, ripped to shreds, and tossed out into the garbage. He had changed himself for that beautiful and fickle man and hadn’t any idea of how to change himself back.

The three months of Sean’s absence from his life had done wonders. When with him, Eric was encouraged to climb higher and skip out on the things he loved but Sean didn’t approve of. Racing had been one of them. He used to have two jobs, one at Gibson’s Gym and the other at Michelle’s Cage. In his time at Michelle’s Cage he had learned so much about just how a car worked that he swore that he could fix one in his sleep. He earned a position in management and began racing for them on the side eventually deciding to become a full-time racer. The feel of controlling at least some part of his life especially when it didn’t deal with Sean had been just as incredible as the adrenaline rush he received from the force of the car’s acceleration, driving him back into the driver’s seat.

The vibrations from the car racing up his spin and the smell of the petrol he held close to his heart. He had aspirations and the skills to reach them. Only one thing was holding him back. That sinful man and his wretched selfishness. He believed it to be an unrealistic job for a 32-year-old man. Eric had come to the conclusion over those Sean-free three months that it had never been the cases an unrealistic or embarrassing job. It had been the fact that Sean knew that at the time if he disapproved of something it was likely that eventually Eric would follow suit. A few weeks after Eric had begun to gain a bit of momentum on the local track he was offered a place on the full circuit in Melbourne. He could have had something to be proud of other than knowing how to work several different weight machines. He had made that sacrifice for Sean because, well, he loved the bastard once.

Once was the operative word. After Sean had left, Mel Gibson, Eric’s boss, had called him into his office to have a word with him. He had been the one to deliver the news that a large company based out of the UK by the name of McKellan-Hill was interested in the property that the gym sat upon and Sean had been one of the men trying to convince him to let the property go. That had been one of the biggest kicks in the gut and Eric had closed the book on him then.

Now, he had Karl making all of these sacrifices for him. He knew Karl was from the same company, the same round of hawks waiting for the next account so they could swoop down upon it. He saw it in him when he’d arrived at the gym that day. Confident, suave, and intelligent. He had that same silken tone that Sean once used to lure him to bed. Karl had only used it once so far and that had been to get him out on their first date. Still, they were different. He couldn’t help but sense it in almost everything he saw him do. Friday night had proven he had the balls to do what Sean decided was worthless. And Eric adored him for it. He rubbed the back of his neck, scratching the skin with the sand that was on his palms.

He didn’t know what he was feeling. All he knew was that normally when he was chasing after some one, once he’d had them at least more than once he was done, over with. He wanted to see Karl and often couldn’t wait until he even got to speak with him. Though they hadn’t seen each other much during the week they had spent every night since Sunday on the phone at some time. They talked about the most random of things, brushing on the topics Eric rarely liked to broach like children and God. Eric sighed tilting his head up watching the sun fight it’s way over the horizon. His musings were put on hold as his attention was drawn to a man not too far off kicking up the sand on his way over to him. Karl’s voice reached his ears before he got a good glimpse of his face. Even the sound made the pit of his stomach tighten anxiously.

“Ian, just listen to me. You’ve trusted me with accounts this large before and I have closed them all for you! I’ve worked harder on this individual account than I have before and am telling you that there’s no need to worry. It’ll just take an extra couple of days. Yes, yes sir I realize you expected the confirmation last week but there have been circumstances. No, they haven’t found the clauses and I doubt that they will. You don’t need to send anyone else over with Elijah,” Karl argued into his cell phone. His bare feet stomped through the sand with every move he made and the duffle bag, which he carefully carried, weighed him down. Karl stopped a few feet from Eric and the Australian could see the fury on his face. It was nice to know that someone else wasn’t in a pleasant mood though it wasn’t for the same reason.

“Ian, I’m begging you. When do I ever beg? If I were in your office I’d be on my knees begging you to not send anyone else. I’m fine and would like to close out this deal by myself. There isn’t a thing to worry about and honestly, sir, when have I ever steered you off?” Karl asked then nodded with a grim smile of triumph as he finished the conversation with a terse farewell. He threw the phone into the sand, satisfied when a short breeze finished it off with a light dusting. He didn’t care much and opted to buy a new one. Perhaps the sand and water would ruin the thing. Karl came to a stop just besides Eric with an exhausted expression. At the sight of him, much to Eric’s pleasure, Karl seemed to calm a bit. He sank down beside him, easing the bag off to his left and leaned it to kiss Eric’s lips.

“Morning,” Eric said running his fingers across Karl’s cheek then down his neck.

“Morning,” Karl purred in response to Eric’s touch.

“What was that about?” Eric asked looking in the direction of the disappearing phone.

“Work. The account I’m closing is taking a little longer than expected. Good for us, bad for my bosses,” Karl explained tensing at the thought of it. Eric looked him up and down seeing the way he hunched his shoulders and clenched his fists. The kaki shorts and white top he wore set off a light look that didn’t suit his mood. Eric decided to try and rectify the problem.

“Why do I feel there’s more to the story?” Eric asked spreading his legs and pulling Karl between them. He motioned for him to turn around and once Karl had done so Eric went to work on his neck. Karl purred again reminding Eric of his tabby cat when she brushed against his leg. Karl even did this arching of the back that showed off the muscles he had acquired since working out in the gym.

“Because there is. They want to send in Mr. Hill’s nephew,” Karl said with a sigh. Eric’s fingers pressed firmly into Karl’s flesh smoothing out the kinks his lover had worked up.

“Nepotism does amazing things for you when in business. Is he qualified for this?”

“That’s the bad part. He actually is. The difference is that he hasn’t done as much as I have. When you compare our work side by side from a work-related point of view I’m better. When you look at it from a familial point of view he’s more well-liked than I am,” Karl described his situation. He groaned as Eric moved on to his shoulders and then his back kneading his muscles and almost lulling him to sleep.

“Where did you learn how to do that?” Karl asked through a series of groans. Eric kissed his neck.

“Mr. Gibson wanted his employees to take a class so we could better help the customers,” Eric said. Karl leaned back and smiled.

“Remind me to thank that man the next time we bump into each other.”

“That I will,” Eric agreed he looked over to the ominous black bag that Karl had brought and before his lover could fall asleep he whispered in his ear curiously nibbling on his ear lobe when he did so. Karl’s eyes snapped open and he sat up straight.

“Breakfast!”

“What?”

“It’s breakfast!” Karl repeated grabbing the bag and scooting away so he now sat opposite his baffled Australian. He set the bag between them and unzipped it animatedly.

“I didn’t know what you would like and yes I know I could have called you but I really wanted it to be a surprise,” Karl said first pulling from his bag a rectangular Styrofoam container marked on it’s clear lid with tape; ‘pancakes.’

“Karl you didn’t have to. I was figuring we could just go from here to a coffee house or something,” Eric said and an amused smile played on his face when Karl looked up from his large black bag.

“Well, I wanted to,” he replied pulling out next a little container of syrup and another package with sausage written across the top.

“Thank you,” Eric said watching Karl’s cheeks flush then resume their normal color. “You wouldn’t happen to have a blanket in there would you?”

“Actually,” Karl said putting the syrup and sausages back in his back he pulled from it a light blue blanket. He handed it to Eric who set the pancakes back in the bag and rose to spread the blanket beside them. Once that was settled and they finally got breakfast out Eric was stunned at what Karl had bought. It looked like everything on the menu at Angelina’s. How he’d coerced her to do this at this time of the morning he didn’t know. Angelina wasn’t really a morning person but always liked to be in her restaurant incase something happened. It was rare for her to not be there breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

From what Eric saw Karl had gotten everything except the breakfast burritos. There were waffles, French toast, eggs benedict, and a spicy sausage that Eric for the life of him couldn’t remember the name of, and of course biscuits and croissants. His eyes danced over the food as he really was hungry and he all but jumped to eat. They enjoyed their breakfast in silence and Eric was glad to see that Karl’s hunger for food matched his appetite for sex. Together on the blanket they managed to eat just about everything. With the blanket now cleared Karl’s eyebrows rose and he noted that there still weren’t any people on the beach.

“It’s still pretty early. Plus you don’t see many tourists especially when it gets closer to the holidays. We get our fair share but nothing compared to the summer,” Eric said. Karl smirked that dirty little smirk that made Eric crazy.

“So, how much time do you think we have before people arrive?”

Eric matched his smile letting his eyes wander past Karl’s face and down his white t-shirt covered chest to the excited bulge in his shorts. He brushed the empty containers aside and pulled Karl down in their place. It was almost as if Karl went into an automatic mode. He was getting to know what to do to drive Eric crazy and did it, especially when he trapped the larger man between his thighs. He arched his back bringing his hips up and forcefully rubbing himself against Eric.

The Australian moaned and fancied Karl’s jaw line as he repeated the movement. He wanted him to keep going and even pressed down while Karl lifted his hips causing even more friction between them. He caught Karl’s lower lip in his mouth and sucked on it before delving deeper into Karl’s mouth, finding his newest favorite places. Karl’s sandy fingers ran through Eric’s hair tangling in the curls and holding him in place leaving no room for him to draw back until Karl let go. Karl explored a little, taking things slow and gliding his tongue across Eric’s teeth. He swiped the expanse of Eric’s mouth never touching and barely brushing, teasing Eric’s tongue until he was forced to admit defeat and pull back.

Eric murmured something inaudible and licked his lips ready to go back for another round. The second that he dipped his head however he heard something neither he, nor Karl wanted to hear.

“Anna lee! Get back here right now! You don’t leave the rest of the family!” An angry blonde woman came charging towards them as her daughter rushed by oblivious to the trouble she was in. The two kicked up sand and the two men looked down the beach to where other groups were setting up towels and applying sunscreen. Eric’s head fell back onto the blanket and he groaned in frustration.

“Damn those people!” Karl grumbled as he released his hold so Eric could ease up off of him. He lay there in the sand watching his lover rock back onto his heels between his bent knees. Eric’s fingers drew clever little patters across Karl’s exposed flesh that did no small number on his frustration. The larger man looked off down the empty side of the beach and seemed to be contemplating something.

“A kiss for your thoughts?” Karl asked sitting up and placing one on Eric’s cheek.

“What were you planning to do after breakfast today?” Eric asked him. Karl glanced back to the spot where he’d thrown his phone. He itched to race over and grab it but Eric’s overwhelming presence prevented him from doing so.

“Nothing really. Paper work that I could do later,” Karl responded then tipped his head to the side as if to ask why.

“So, can I show you something?” Eric asked him and Karl leaned forward wiping some sand from Eric’s face.

“Can we find someplace to clean up before we go? I don’t’ exactly relish the idea of walking about with sand up my arse.”

“I know a place where we can clean up,” Eric said with a cheeky grin. Karl quirked his eyebrows unsure of the look he was receiving.

“Where?”

“A little place called Michelle’s,”

“Lemme guess,” Karl said absentmindedly scratching at his stomach. They began to pack their things and were soon ready to leave. “It’s a restaurant isn’t it?”

“How can you be thinking of food?” We just ate!” Eric said particularly astounded.

“What?” Karl shrugged then smiled devilishly. “I’m always hungry.”

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They pulled in, about thirty minutes later, to a large, mostly empty, parking lot. In front of them was a wide two-story building colored red and white. The building was oval shaped and looked like it was just opening up. There was a large sign, fresh and new looking, hanging from the second story and drifting over the first story’s entrance, reading Diesel’s Racing.

“I thought you said it was called Michelle’s,” Karl said as they got out and began walking to the front door.

“Ah, finally the new owner must have taken up,” Eric said with a wide smile. “I used to work here with him. I wonder when Michelle left.”

“You used to work here? Doing what?”

“Management stuff at first. Then I started racing,” Eric replied turning to look at him gauging his reaction. He almost held his breath when Karl looked at him in surprise when the words sunk in.

“You raced? Competitively? Why the bloody hell did you stop!”

“To make a long story short I was in a relationship and my boyfriend at the time didn’t approve much of the cars, the bets, he even said I smelled when I came home,” Eric shrugged. “I tried to tell him it was just oil.”

“That’s amazing, not the whole boyfriend thing but the racing. I’d like to see,” Karl said cementing Eric’s hopes of him approving of his rather addictive hobby.

He did get to come back every once in a blue moon when he had the money to race just one day. It cost him a lot. He could have pushed the bill and made the old owner give him free time but knew the deficit the racing company was in at the time and decided just to pay. If it helped keep the place open, hell, he was all for it. Color rushed to Eric’s face while he listened to Karl jabber on about watching racing shows broadcast from Australia as a child, he approved. He fucking approved without batting an eye! Eric was so thoroughly elated that he wanted just have at him right there in the parking lot. He had thought of something much better when they stepped inside. He followed behind Eric taking in the interior of the building. There were hubcaps everywhere across the walls, and hoods of vehicles too. Some were beaten and rusted while others were shined and clean.

When you walked inside there was a desk to your immediate left with a glass case beside it. Inside the case were the keys to the many vehicles the company owned and raced. To the right there were benches, drink machines and your average eatery. Traveling forward there were two doors. One marked for women and one for men above it was a sign reading lockers. Before Karl could venture off and check out more of the place a man shorter than Eric but taller than himself came jogging into the room. Eric’s face lit up and he caught the man in a hard embrace. Karl’s eyes narrowed involuntarily in their direction. He knew he hadn’t anything to worry about but still…

“Vin! Long time no see,” Eric said as they stepped back. He came beside Karl who unable to stop himself from doing so, stepped closer to his boyfriend.

“As you can probably tell, I’ve been busy!” Vin said opening his arms and spinning in a circle.

“New look, new owner and how’s the old one?”

“She’s alright. I don’t doubt that she’ll be back soon, thought not in the offices,” Vin!) said.

“Michelle is going to race again?” Eric said.

“Yeah, she’s all fired up. It’s too bad she can’t have her favorite competition beside her,” Vin said sending a meaningful look Eric’s way.

“You’ll see me back here soon enough,” Eric said then turned to Karl.

“Vin this is Karl, my boyfriend,” Eric finally introduced Karl.

“And Karl this is the man who shoved my arse into a car and told me I needed to race,” Eric said. “Oi, Matt!”

Karl and Vin turned to see Matthew Fox enter from the wide glass doors beyond the desk with the keys. He held in his hands a worn rag and was attempting to wipe grease off his hands. He smiled warmly when he saw Karl and Eric and even picked up the pace, jogging to greet them.

“How’s it going?” He asked them when he came to a stop beside Vin.

“Sandy,” Karl grumbled wiping at the sand left on him.

“Beach?”

“Breakfast.”

“Ah, Dom and I went out there a few days ago, had a bit of fun before coming to work,” Matt said with a shrug.

“How’s Shelby coming along?” Vin asked and Matt threw up his hands.

“She’s overheated and spitting oil plus we’re looking at a new back end. We can’t fix her up to race. Face it Vin, Shelby’s got to go to heap,” Matt said in an exhausted voice.

He’d been working on Vin’s old car since he’d gotten there and that was at five thirty. It was now at least seven. As a principal mechanic he had to check out every vehicle they were intending to race every week. Old Shelby was fighting a losing battle. He knew Vin would hear none of it and wasn’t even surprised when his boss growled fiercely, not particularly at him but the fact that his baby was dying on them.

“She’s not going to the heap! Damn it! If you can’t fix her I will!” Vin’s voice echoed in the empty room. With that he turned on his heel and stalked towards the glass doors nearly tearing one off of its hinges as he went.

“You guys need to get cleaned up you know you can use the personal shower in Vin’s office, he won’t mind just as long as you don’t sully his new couch,” Matt said with a small knowing smile.

“You’ve used it before?”

“Let’s just say I’ve used it more than once when I’ve had a break and Dom has stopped by for lunch,” Matt replied.

“You do have a thing for bathrooms don’t you?” Eric said.

“Take what I can get when I can get it,” Matt said and without another word he turned and headed outside to stop his boss from going crazy.

“C’mon,” Eric said, grabbing a hold of Karl’s hand. Karl held fast to him with a hard grip he was led to a door behind the desk. From there they climbed a short flight of stairs and entered what Karl assumed was the second floor. There was one other office up there that belonged to Matthew. The one beside it was Vin’s. Karl and Eric walked inside closing the door behind them. The office space was spacious and had a wide-open view of the ocean and looked down on the racing track behind the establishment. Karl’s eyes ran over the wide track imagining Eric driving a car down there. He felt Eric’s hands on his waist and his warm breath on his neck. He leaned back, liking the feel of his lover at his back.

“You want to come back to this?” Karl asked. Groaning as Eric’s hands slid past the waistband of his pants venturing further. Karl gasped when he felt his fingers run down the length of his cock.

“Yeah, hopefully I can,” Eric, said resting his chin on Karl’s shoulder. He could feel Eric’s own arousal through his jeans when he leaned back against him. Turning around so he leaned against the window and Eric’s fingers were removed Karl smiled at him.

“We never did get to finish what we started in the sand,” Karl said licking his lips and pulling off his shirt. Sand rolled of his skin dropping to the floor with his shirt where his pants were soon to follow. Eric watched him with hungry eyes. He wondered just how much of an appetite Karl had and could he keep up when Eric was really hungry. He was sucking in his breath at the vision before him. Karl had now removed his pants and from his standing point there was little sand on his lower half.

He was completely naked before him; aware that even with the door locked Vin could come in and bust them. Though he knew it was highly unlikely it heightened the excitement of the moment and furthered his own exhilaration at the way Eric charged forward once again claiming his lips then moving to his neck and then his ear lobe. He leaned in closer just to whisper in Karl’s ear. The man was working beneath his shirt, aching to touch him and feel him. That would come soon enough. First he wanted to show his gratitude.

“Let me take care of you, Karl,” Eric whispered. Karl had undone Eric’s pants and was moving to his knees. Eric caught Karl around the biceps and pulled him back up.

“I said let me take care of you, yeah?” Eric said slowly making his way down Karl’s body, moving past his quivering midsection and on to his hardened member. He looked up and locked eyes with his lover unable to look away. He was shaking in anticipation and Eric didn’t want to disappoint him.

His pink tongue darted out of his mouth and slid around Karl’s head. He watched standing between reality and rapture. Eric took him wholly into his mouth. Karl’s hands formed fists and he moaned when Eric’s lips tightened while he moved his head back and forth. His hand came down to thread his fingers through Eric’s hair. He could feel the teeth being raked across his sensitive flesh and cried out just as they ran over his tip. Eric continued, licking and nibbling where he deemed pleasurable places to do so. A sheen of sweat covered Karl’s face and he bit his lip while Eric lavished his attentions on his overly sensitive tip.

“Eric,” the name rolled off of Karl’s tongue over and over when the man picked up his pace. He kept coming so close to the edge only to be drawn back again. He closed his eyes crying out each time Eric’s enticing tongue spurred him forward while his lips forced him back. Karl’s fingers tighten in Eric’s curls. He couldn’t take much more this. More forcefully than he had liked he pulled Eric’s lips away moaning himself at the loss of Eric’s warm cavern. Eric stood and kissed him, allowing him to taste bits of himself on Eric’s lips.

“Tell me what you want,” Eric said and his hand closed over Karl’s cock. He began the long and slow motions that drove Karl crazy.

“Fuck me like you did last night,” Karl’s voice came out more rough than needy and Eric grinned pulling him to the bathroom eager to give him what he wanted. The bathroom was large and, much to Karl’s delight, so was the shower. He pulled back the shower door and reached inside to turn on the shower as Eric retrieved a condom from his pocket. When he returned Eric found his lover bent at such an angle trying to adjust the water. His perfectly curved arse was wide and open. Had Eric not held onto his self-control he would have rushed into him, slamming inside. He had a better plan. Rolling the condom down his penis he fondled the small tube of KY that he kept on him at all times.

He flipped the lid and poured some on his index and middle fingers. Dropping the tube for the floor he approached his boyfriend quietly. He set a hand on his waist gripping Karl’s hip and then slid his well-lubed fingers inside. Karl’s back arched and he groaned. He heard Eric’s laugh behind him and smirked. He was in for one hell of a ride now. Eric’s fingers pumped in and out of him spreading and widening him though it really did little other than to turn Karl on. He moaned loudly as Eric’s middle finger touched on his Prostate. Karl was panting by the time Eric was done and cried out his readiness when Eric pressed down on his prostate again. Karl’s muscles clamped down upon his boyfriend’s fingers as they were removed.

They both stepped into the shower and were engulfed by the heat when they shut the shower door. Karl leaned against the wall and was about to turn around when Eric stopped him and gripped his thighs. Karl’s eyes widened when he was shakily lifted up. He was nearly as large as Eric was and damn the man was trying to lift him up and just barely succeeding. Eric supported Karl’s back.

“Hold your thighs,” He said as he maneuvered himself at Karl’s entrance. Karl’s shoulders were touching the wall and nothing else. He held onto his thighs the best he could and almost let go when Eric entered him. Instantly he began moving, not slowing for a moment. Each time he readjusted his angle he barely stopped and when he found that spot capable of making Karl break down he stayed there continuing on all the while watching his lover’s face. Karl’s muscles tightened around him in appreciation. Karl was close and from the increase in thrusts he knew Eric was close as well.

Eric’s arms were buckling and his thrusts came faster and harder until he couldn’t control them. Karl cried out when Eric hit his spot at least one more time, and the shower had begun to spin. His legs felt like jelly and his arms were weakening. Eric buried himself, not as deep as he could have but deep enough and let go feeling every ounce of energy in his body escape with the moan that left his lips. Shakily he leaned Karl against the wall, the kiwi grabbed at the top of the shower door and soon lost his grip. Eric was startled when Karl slid to the floor of shower his head resting against the door that he had previously tried to hold on to. Eric made his way down beside him enveloping him in a hug and holding him tight. He was shaking again and it had begun to worry him. Why was it after they had sex he shook so badly?

“Karl?”

“I’m alright?” Karl said affectionately rubbing his cheek alongside Eric’s stubble.

“Why do you shake like that?”

“I don’t know. I just do,” Karl murmured. “It’s only happened when I’m with you.”

Silence fell between them and the water pelted them as they lay there. Eric was on his back and Karl lay atop of him, head resting on his upper chest. He wanted everything to just stay, as it was right then, with Karl comfortably on top of him and the world just right. He couldn’t keep his head from spinning and he didn’t think that he wanted the dizziness to stop. Karl spoke first his voice raising to be heard over the sound of the water hitting the walls.

“First movie theater sex, then pool table sex, now shower sex, next time do you suppose we could try it on a bed, baby?”

“I would love to,” Eric said running his fingers down Karl’s back. “Absolutely love to.”