"Unexpected Behaviour"
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amine_eyesTitle: "Unexpected Behaviour"
Pairing: Karl /Chris
Rating: NC-17 (Well, I hardly think that sex scenes count as PG xD)
Summary: Chris would like to disprove the notion that Karl always tops thank you ...
A/N: This is comment fic written for Part 1 of "Field Studies - Or, Ten things Chris knows about Karl Urban", requested by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sangueuk (Well, requested, as in, she, like many people, liked the idea of Top!Chris) :P. Un-betaed (what with being comment fic), and is set in the magical universe that means they're together :). Became far less porny than I wished (oh darn you exposition xD), but I hope it pleases :D
Disclaimer: Seriously? You honestly think I own these men? PAH I WISH xD
The thing is, when people find out about him and Karl dating – either through being told by Chris, Karl or Natalie, finding out on the stupid may-they-boil-in-a-pit-of-death paparazzi sites, or even in the paper, the first thing to be said is always “So Karl tops then.”
Not “How are you coping with the divorce?” or “How are the kids coping with the upheaval?” or even “So how did you two get together?” they just zoom straight to the statement that Karl – for whatever reason – is the one who’s most dominant in their relationship.
Chris looks down at the man spread out naked on the bed, eyes dark with lust, sweat shining on his skin, and is tempted to take a picture just to prove these people wrong. Okay, and he’s also tempted to take a picture because the sight of Karl spread out on a bed naked is short-circuiting his brain, and he wants to remember this later when people decide to make remarks on their sex life.
“Chris, I swear, if you don’t fucking move, I’m going to kill you” groans Karl, and Chris is jerked back (Jerked! Oh the irony, he thinks to himself) to the moment, where Karl is naked and he is naked and he’s got his hand around Karl’s cock while his other is paused ready to fuck him blind with just his fingers, and life is fucking brilliant.
“Chris you fucker!” Karl groans again, and Chris happily obliges, causing the man to fucking keen as Chris removes his fingers, and then join Chris in yelling as Chris sinks into him, and he never thought this would happen outside his dreams as they fuck and come apart in a pile of tangled limbs and sweat-soaked sheets.
Chris vaguely makes a move to go and clean up the mess, but it ends up being a twitch of his arm as he pulls out and collapses half on, half off Karl, both panting as they calm themselves down.
Take that you paparazzi fuckers Chris thinks sleepily, as he snuggles into the side of the man who doesn’t care what or who tops, just as long as they’re together, curling into him and drifting off to the sound of his heartbeat slowly calming down.
Pairing: Karl /Chris
Rating: NC-17 (Well, I hardly think that sex scenes count as PG xD)
Summary: Chris would like to disprove the notion that Karl always tops thank you ...
A/N: This is comment fic written for Part 1 of "Field Studies - Or, Ten things Chris knows about Karl Urban", requested by
sangueuk (Well, requested, as in, she, like many people, liked the idea of Top!Chris) :P. Un-betaed (what with being comment fic), and is set in the magical universe that means they're together :). Became far less porny than I wished (oh darn you exposition xD), but I hope it pleases :D Disclaimer: Seriously? You honestly think I own these men? PAH I WISH xD
The thing is, when people find out about him and Karl dating – either through being told by Chris, Karl or Natalie, finding out on the stupid may-they-boil-in-a-pit-of-death paparazzi sites, or even in the paper, the first thing to be said is always “So Karl tops then.”
Not “How are you coping with the divorce?” or “How are the kids coping with the upheaval?” or even “So how did you two get together?” they just zoom straight to the statement that Karl – for whatever reason – is the one who’s most dominant in their relationship.
Chris looks down at the man spread out naked on the bed, eyes dark with lust, sweat shining on his skin, and is tempted to take a picture just to prove these people wrong. Okay, and he’s also tempted to take a picture because the sight of Karl spread out on a bed naked is short-circuiting his brain, and he wants to remember this later when people decide to make remarks on their sex life.
“Chris, I swear, if you don’t fucking move, I’m going to kill you” groans Karl, and Chris is jerked back (Jerked! Oh the irony, he thinks to himself) to the moment, where Karl is naked and he is naked and he’s got his hand around Karl’s cock while his other is paused ready to fuck him blind with just his fingers, and life is fucking brilliant.
“Chris you fucker!” Karl groans again, and Chris happily obliges, causing the man to fucking keen as Chris removes his fingers, and then join Chris in yelling as Chris sinks into him, and he never thought this would happen outside his dreams as they fuck and come apart in a pile of tangled limbs and sweat-soaked sheets.
Chris vaguely makes a move to go and clean up the mess, but it ends up being a twitch of his arm as he pulls out and collapses half on, half off Karl, both panting as they calm themselves down.
Take that you paparazzi fuckers Chris thinks sleepily, as he snuggles into the side of the man who doesn’t care what or who tops, just as long as they’re together, curling into him and drifting off to the sound of his heartbeat slowly calming down.
