For azewewish by misfitdauphine
Title: Friendly Advice, RPF
Author: misfitdauphine
Recipient: azewewish
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Pairing: Karl Urban/Chris Hemsworth/Eric Bana
Word Count: 1,421 words
Summary: Chris Hemsworth is new to the game. Karl Urban and Eric Bana are more than willing to share their advice on being accented old pros.
Notes/Warnings: Explicit m/m sex, Threesome, Schmoop. There was nothing explicitly restricting plain old slash, so... I hope this satisfies!
Three men collapsed into each other, soft, giddy laughter and panting breath and too many arms between them. They were sticky with sweat and sated with pleasure, all too content to lay in each other’s arms for a little while to cool down and start all over again. Soon, one man would go back to Australia and one to New Zealand and one to Canada for filming, but for now there was nothing more important than lazy kisses and rumpled sheets.
Chris lay between his two older lovers and looked back on the past few years of his life as he grinned at the ceiling. He had no regrets about leaving the soaps behind and making a break for the big screen. He'd learned so much since moving to LA. And then, to land a gig in a film like Star Trek, full to the brimming with big flashy stars like the two men lying to either side of him...
"We didn't do a good enough job, if you're still thinking in there," Eric chided, nuzzling up to Chris and leaving lingering kisses along his throat.
Chris laughed, a short breathy sound, before he tilted his head to the side to grant more access to his questing lips. As he turned, Karl captured his mouth and began remapping every nook and cranny as carefully as he had the first time and every time since. Hands roamed across familiar skin, sought out the little spots and triggers that only partners experienced in each other could know. He couldn't help but let his thoughts slip away and relax again into the pillows behind him.
"There," Eric smirked and nuzzled his nose into Chris' neck, "That's better."
" Have to have some recovery time. We're not as young as you, you know.” Karl spoke with a fond grin on his face.
"And yet, still prettier. What is your secret, Urban?"
"He sold his soul to Calvin Klein while you were still in diapers."
"Sod off, Bana," Karl laughed, leaning over the younger man to swallow up the grin on Eric's face.
"If I got a guarantee to look as good as the two of you in ten years, I'd sell mine to whoever's asking." Chris grinned. He traced his thumb along the laugh lines surrounding Karl's lips, then lifted his fingers to feel the salt and pepper stubble on Eric's chin.
The three kissed again, slowly and happily, and Karl said, "You will."
Chris beamed at him. His lovers always made him feel so... so safe, so satisfied with his life as it was. When he was old and gray and the three of them had gone their separate ways, he vowed to himself he would always remember the days they spent tangled up in each other with fondness. If he were back in Australia, he'd be on set right now, maybe with plans to go surfing later if the swells were good, or for drinks with Liam if they weren't. Instead he was here, tucked away in bed with his body still tingling from orgasm and two men smiling at him with a promise of more.
"Tell me your secrets?" Chris pouted at them, teasing.
Eric laughed a deep, hearty chuckle and rolled onto his back, pulling Chris over with him to snuggle into his chest. Karl followed along, sliding easily against the younger man and resting his chin on the strong muscle of Chris' shoulder.
"Get yourself a publicist that knows your predilections before you hire them. It shaves a few months off your life every time they tell you who to be with and who to listen to in the name of preserving your image." Eric said, wrapping an arm over both of his lovers' heads.
"There's always going to be someone with a stupid opinion on at least one of your films. You can't make everyone happy all the time. Do the ones you want to do and don't worry about how they fair in the box office." Karl offered.
"The best fans are the ones that are willing to overlook things like Ghost Ship and The Incredible Hulk."
They all laughed at that one, Karl especially so.
"Know who your friends are. Keep a group of people around you that aren't willing to kiss your ass all the time. It's good to hear 'no' sometimes. And for God's sake, run a credit check on them.."
"Brush up on your accents, but don't depend on me to teach you how to talk like an American."
Chris grinned, happiness refusing to be restrained as his listened to the two men go back and forth. He kissed Eric first, then Karl, then back to Eric and once more to Karl, not being able to stop himself from enjoying the pleasure of their lips against his. His lovers happily returned each gesture, touching and brushing and caressing naked skin and tensing muscles.
"If you possibly can, make sure you get into a series of films geared at the geeks and comic book lovers, especially if you are one of them yourself."
"Never do anything Orlando Bloom has already signed up for, he'll out pretty you every time."
Karl chuckled again at that one, nodding. "True statement."
Eric pulled Chris further into him, urging the younger man to straddle his legs and press their hips together. Karl reached back to the night stand, leaving Chris feeling strangely cold on one side until he returned with slicked fingers that teased into Chris' already well-used hole. He whimpered and pushed back, his gasp caught by Eric's mouth as Karl pressed in two fingers.
"Don't listen to news reports on yourself. They’re almost never true and it’ll just make you angry."
"Kill the paparazzi with kindness. If nothing else, it'll make them feel guilty. Sign as many autographs as you can on the red carpet if they don’t take the hint."
"When it comes to romantic comedies, insist on meeting your leading lady before you sign your contract."
"Oh, God..." Chris threw his head back, leaving his throat exposed for Eric to nibble on, as Karl's fingers slipped further into him. "Don't... Don't stop."
Eric grabbed his knees and urged them outwards, whispering to the younger man to spread himself prettily for Karl. A third digit joined its brothers, bending just enough to brush against the spot inside Chris that made him whimper and gasp and beg for more. A strong hand wrapped around Eric's erection and his own, working them both slowly as the fingers inside him withdrew and something more substantial took their place. Karl filled him up to the brim and they rocked together, urgency nowhere to be found.
"That's it, darlin'." Karl's rough voice rumbled against Chris' neck. Eric ran his thumb over the tip of each member in his hand, spreading precome over them both and tightening his grip.
"You look so lovely like this, sweetheart. Come on, lover," Eric encouraged, gasping himself, "let's hear how good it feels..."
Chris whimpered again, pushed back to meet Karl's hips, dove in to meet Eric's lips and devoured the taste he found there. When he had his fill, he leaned back for a greedy sample of Karl.
"I... I'm... Fuck, Karl, right there..."
Chris felt his toes curl inward, his whole body vibrating like a coiled spring a breath away from coming loose, and then Karl’s hips shifted just a inch and he had to let go. His vision went gray and surged into white as he spilled over Eric's hand and clenched around Karl's flesh. He felt Karl follow him over, the wet warmth exploding inside of him, and then Eric groaned and joined them both.
Karl pressed whispering kisses into his shoulder as Chris made his lazy way back to functional thought, and Eric smiled as he ran his hands over his boneless arms.
Eric hmmm'ed happily, kissing both lovers in turn, and drew breath for his last bit of advice. "Keep learning when it's best to hold your tongue and when to speak your mind. It doesn't matter who you choose as long as you're in love. And if you need us..."
"Either of us," Karl specified and Eric nodded.
"If you need us," he kissed Chris again, "remember we're always a phone call away."
Snuggling together for another afterglow, Chris felt his heart swell. He promised himself he'd never miss this when it was gone, only cherish it for having happened. He smiled at both men and promised, "I will."
Author: misfitdauphine
Recipient: azewewish
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Pairing: Karl Urban/Chris Hemsworth/Eric Bana
Word Count: 1,421 words
Summary: Chris Hemsworth is new to the game. Karl Urban and Eric Bana are more than willing to share their advice on being accented old pros.
Notes/Warnings: Explicit m/m sex, Threesome, Schmoop. There was nothing explicitly restricting plain old slash, so... I hope this satisfies!
Three men collapsed into each other, soft, giddy laughter and panting breath and too many arms between them. They were sticky with sweat and sated with pleasure, all too content to lay in each other’s arms for a little while to cool down and start all over again. Soon, one man would go back to Australia and one to New Zealand and one to Canada for filming, but for now there was nothing more important than lazy kisses and rumpled sheets.
Chris lay between his two older lovers and looked back on the past few years of his life as he grinned at the ceiling. He had no regrets about leaving the soaps behind and making a break for the big screen. He'd learned so much since moving to LA. And then, to land a gig in a film like Star Trek, full to the brimming with big flashy stars like the two men lying to either side of him...
"We didn't do a good enough job, if you're still thinking in there," Eric chided, nuzzling up to Chris and leaving lingering kisses along his throat.
Chris laughed, a short breathy sound, before he tilted his head to the side to grant more access to his questing lips. As he turned, Karl captured his mouth and began remapping every nook and cranny as carefully as he had the first time and every time since. Hands roamed across familiar skin, sought out the little spots and triggers that only partners experienced in each other could know. He couldn't help but let his thoughts slip away and relax again into the pillows behind him.
"There," Eric smirked and nuzzled his nose into Chris' neck, "That's better."
" Have to have some recovery time. We're not as young as you, you know.” Karl spoke with a fond grin on his face.
"And yet, still prettier. What is your secret, Urban?"
"He sold his soul to Calvin Klein while you were still in diapers."
"Sod off, Bana," Karl laughed, leaning over the younger man to swallow up the grin on Eric's face.
"If I got a guarantee to look as good as the two of you in ten years, I'd sell mine to whoever's asking." Chris grinned. He traced his thumb along the laugh lines surrounding Karl's lips, then lifted his fingers to feel the salt and pepper stubble on Eric's chin.
The three kissed again, slowly and happily, and Karl said, "You will."
Chris beamed at him. His lovers always made him feel so... so safe, so satisfied with his life as it was. When he was old and gray and the three of them had gone their separate ways, he vowed to himself he would always remember the days they spent tangled up in each other with fondness. If he were back in Australia, he'd be on set right now, maybe with plans to go surfing later if the swells were good, or for drinks with Liam if they weren't. Instead he was here, tucked away in bed with his body still tingling from orgasm and two men smiling at him with a promise of more.
"Tell me your secrets?" Chris pouted at them, teasing.
Eric laughed a deep, hearty chuckle and rolled onto his back, pulling Chris over with him to snuggle into his chest. Karl followed along, sliding easily against the younger man and resting his chin on the strong muscle of Chris' shoulder.
"Get yourself a publicist that knows your predilections before you hire them. It shaves a few months off your life every time they tell you who to be with and who to listen to in the name of preserving your image." Eric said, wrapping an arm over both of his lovers' heads.
"There's always going to be someone with a stupid opinion on at least one of your films. You can't make everyone happy all the time. Do the ones you want to do and don't worry about how they fair in the box office." Karl offered.
"The best fans are the ones that are willing to overlook things like Ghost Ship and The Incredible Hulk."
They all laughed at that one, Karl especially so.
"Know who your friends are. Keep a group of people around you that aren't willing to kiss your ass all the time. It's good to hear 'no' sometimes. And for God's sake, run a credit check on them.."
"Brush up on your accents, but don't depend on me to teach you how to talk like an American."
Chris grinned, happiness refusing to be restrained as his listened to the two men go back and forth. He kissed Eric first, then Karl, then back to Eric and once more to Karl, not being able to stop himself from enjoying the pleasure of their lips against his. His lovers happily returned each gesture, touching and brushing and caressing naked skin and tensing muscles.
"If you possibly can, make sure you get into a series of films geared at the geeks and comic book lovers, especially if you are one of them yourself."
"Never do anything Orlando Bloom has already signed up for, he'll out pretty you every time."
Karl chuckled again at that one, nodding. "True statement."
Eric pulled Chris further into him, urging the younger man to straddle his legs and press their hips together. Karl reached back to the night stand, leaving Chris feeling strangely cold on one side until he returned with slicked fingers that teased into Chris' already well-used hole. He whimpered and pushed back, his gasp caught by Eric's mouth as Karl pressed in two fingers.
"Don't listen to news reports on yourself. They’re almost never true and it’ll just make you angry."
"Kill the paparazzi with kindness. If nothing else, it'll make them feel guilty. Sign as many autographs as you can on the red carpet if they don’t take the hint."
"When it comes to romantic comedies, insist on meeting your leading lady before you sign your contract."
"Oh, God..." Chris threw his head back, leaving his throat exposed for Eric to nibble on, as Karl's fingers slipped further into him. "Don't... Don't stop."
Eric grabbed his knees and urged them outwards, whispering to the younger man to spread himself prettily for Karl. A third digit joined its brothers, bending just enough to brush against the spot inside Chris that made him whimper and gasp and beg for more. A strong hand wrapped around Eric's erection and his own, working them both slowly as the fingers inside him withdrew and something more substantial took their place. Karl filled him up to the brim and they rocked together, urgency nowhere to be found.
"That's it, darlin'." Karl's rough voice rumbled against Chris' neck. Eric ran his thumb over the tip of each member in his hand, spreading precome over them both and tightening his grip.
"You look so lovely like this, sweetheart. Come on, lover," Eric encouraged, gasping himself, "let's hear how good it feels..."
Chris whimpered again, pushed back to meet Karl's hips, dove in to meet Eric's lips and devoured the taste he found there. When he had his fill, he leaned back for a greedy sample of Karl.
"I... I'm... Fuck, Karl, right there..."
Chris felt his toes curl inward, his whole body vibrating like a coiled spring a breath away from coming loose, and then Karl’s hips shifted just a inch and he had to let go. His vision went gray and surged into white as he spilled over Eric's hand and clenched around Karl's flesh. He felt Karl follow him over, the wet warmth exploding inside of him, and then Eric groaned and joined them both.
Karl pressed whispering kisses into his shoulder as Chris made his lazy way back to functional thought, and Eric smiled as he ran his hands over his boneless arms.
Eric hmmm'ed happily, kissing both lovers in turn, and drew breath for his last bit of advice. "Keep learning when it's best to hold your tongue and when to speak your mind. It doesn't matter who you choose as long as you're in love. And if you need us..."
"Either of us," Karl specified and Eric nodded.
"If you need us," he kissed Chris again, "remember we're always a phone call away."
Snuggling together for another afterglow, Chris felt his heart swell. He promised himself he'd never miss this when it was gone, only cherish it for having happened. He smiled at both men and promised, "I will."