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amine_eyes) wrote2010-06-18 12:17 pm
"Wanna light?"
Pairing: Karl Urban / Chris Pine
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Chris realises he's in serious lust with this man ...
A/N: Beta-ed by the lovely
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jim_and_bones and now tidied up, inspired by these pictures from monday's Daily Captain and Daily Doctor :)Disclaimer: COME ON!! honestly, you think I own them???
Pretty pictures of them - warning, Karl will induce dribbling, Chris will just make you laugh :)
To the fic!
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It takes one week for Chris to realise he's in serious lust with Karl Urban, and it's only when he lies on his bed spent after jacking off to the mental image of Karl in one of the photos he'd found while stalking Googling the rest of the Star Trek cast. As he goes to the gym, takes phone calls from his agents, chats with friends, and generally does nothing important till training starts, all he can see in his head is the image of Karl pointing commandingly at the ground, with a glint in his eyes that promised - well, maybe not the world, but certainly the chance to have sex with an extremely hot man.
He even worked out a script for the damn fantasy, and he would laugh at himself for being so pathetic over a fucking picture if the scenario wasn't so fucking hot that he loses vision slightly when he comes from using it.
It's the end of rehearsals for this new play they're doing, and Chris wanders on stage to see if he left anything behind before he leaves. Karl's sat on stage, still in costume, legs spread as though he is the lord of all he surveys, and Chris can't help it, the man's asking to be involved in sex, and Chris has never been one to refuse. Chris saunters nearer, trying to look cool, and Karl looks up, cigarette in hand as though he is about to smoke on stage, and a glint in his eye that sends sparks to Chris' cock. Chris wanders over, and manages to control his voice for the first time.
"Hey, wanna light?"
Karl looks at him, putting the cigarette in his mouth, and smiling slowly. Chris sits down in the chair next to him, and offers the lighter (hey it's his fantasy, smoking in public places laws can go fuck themselves), and Karl, instead of taking it, leans over, cigarette still in his mouth, and lights it himself. He leans back in the chair, inhaling slowly, and as he exhales with a soft sigh of pleasure, the smoke dances around the ruffles on his shirt, and drifts up in the cavernous ceiling. Chris doesn't gulp in Oh My God this man is so fucking hot why the fuck can he pull off ruffles while I'm stuck with looking like an elf with a hangover? Instead he grins, taking his own cigarette and lighting it, sitting quietly with Karl as they smoke, letting the nicotine buzz hit his system. His nostrils are filled with the heady buzz that the drug brings, combined with the smell of theatres - old, dusty and commanding - and the smell of the leather boots that Karl has on for the show. As Karl shifts his legs slightly, the leather boots creak, and Chris' eyes are drawn to the gleaming leather as new parts of it hit the light that trickles down from the ceiling.
Karl looks at him, licks his lips as he takes a final draw on the cigarette and places it on the table, and leans back, raising his eyebrow slightly as he smiles.
"Well?" he says, and Chris' cock wonders if he can join in now.
Chris looks at Karl, and he can't refuse what he’s asking. In one graceful movement (which, if anything, would show that this was a fantasy, as Chris has tried this before, and ended up with grazes on his knees as he misjudged the landing), Chris slides from his chair and onto his knees in front of Karl, who looks pleased as Chris doesn't fumble with Karl's zipper, but instead exposes his cock in one smooth movement.
Like the rest of him, it's tanned and strong, and interested in what's going on. Chris leans forward, and he can't help it, the smell and look of the boots are too much, he shifts Karl's legs so he can rest his face against the smooth leather as he leans forward and licks Karl's cock. A soft sigh escapes Karl’s lips, and he slouches even further in his seat to allow Chris to continue licking, sucking, swirling, and rubbing in time with Karl's quiet and hitched breaths. Chris is getting heady with the smell of musk from Karl and the scent of leather, and he trails a hand up Karl's leg just so he can touch the boots which have infuriated him all day. Above him, Karl is whimpering slightly as he lifts his hips - small jerks at first as though uncontrolled, gaining momentum and strength as Chris speeds up and puts pressure on the sensitive vein, till Chris has to lift off or risk having Karl's cock impaled in his throat. As he regains breath, Karl looks at him and tries to apologise, but Chris waves him off, merely licking his lips as he gets up on his feet.
The stage echoes with the sound of Karl and Chris' heavy breathing, and in a tone more commanding than Chris will ever use, he orders Karl to get up and rest his elbows on the table behind him. Karl smirks, reading Chris' mind (and it's his fantasy damnit, Karl can have telepathic powers if it means Chris gets to have sex with him), and settles himself on the table. His trousers are bunched around his ass, unable to go further without removing the boots, and Chris isn't going to do that on pain of death. instead, he uses the knife on the table to rip them apart so Karl is left with his ass available to anyone who walks in, thigh high boots glinting in the light, sweat forming on his back and canting towards Chris as he growls so low it rumbles around the empty room.
"Chris, if you don't hurry up I am going to hurt you" Karl promises, and Chris can't really refuse him. He steps forward, one hand going to circle around Karl's ass as the other reaches to the magical lube which has appeared on the table, and he smears a dollop around Karl's hole, circling and grazing as Karl bows his head and whimpers, arms starting to shake.
Chris can't wait as he stretches Karl open, and quickly removes his own pants and boxers, standing behind Karl and easing in a groan that echoes around the room. He pushes slowly, letting himself accustom to the feeling of having Karl around him, watching him shiver in pleasure in the half light as Chris speeds up, snapping into him with just enough speed to cause the table to shake and jerk, sending shocks of pleasure through them both.
They both lose rhythm as they come close to orgasm, and come with a shout that, combined with the half-laughter-half-moans that Karl has been giving, makes Chris see stars as his hands grip hard enough on the boots to feel the leather crinkle under his grip.
He pulls out, and collapses next to Karl who is still smiling, and leans over to kiss those lips, already planning on how to make him return the favour...
As Chris meets the rest of the cast on their first day, and Karl asks for a light, Chris knows that he's gone from lust to something else, as he offers the light, and Karl takes it with the same glint in his eyes...
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Glad you like! :D xx
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Fvcking hot, what?
Renee
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I ... just ... bwaaaa ... So many lickable / lovely things .... *drools*
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Thanks for the lovely comment :D
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Do we know where that pic of Karl is from? It just screams charcoal art, the contrast is so pretty.
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No idea, if anyone does find out, I'd be in ther debt - the picture is gorgeous :D