"Why Chris isn't allowed on photoshoots anymore ..."

[amine_eyes]

Title: "Why Chris isn't allowed on photoshoots anymore ..."
Pairing: Chris Pine / Karl Urban
Rating: R
Summary: Karl would like ONE set of photos where he doesn't look like he's been mauled ...
A/N: comment fic for jim_and_bones "Daily Captain and the Daily Doctor" posts, unbeta-ed
Disclaimer: I own them! ... in my dreams ...

"Come on Karl, you know you look better when you're rumpled!"

Rumpled my arse you complete, utter, smirking, bastard Karl fumed as he did up the tie around his neck for the fifth time since the photographer had left him and Chris alone while he went to get new batteries for the camera.

Chris smirked, and licked his lips again, leaving that half-smile on his face as he walked over to where Karl was standing, doing up the top-button of his shirt.

"You know, your fans really prefer you with that top button undone."

Karl rolled his eyes, tucking in his shirt and turning to face Chris.

"I would like one set of photos where I look respectable Chris, not like I've just been mauled by someone who can't keep his cock in his trousers - Mph!"

Any further ranting was cut off by the fix of Chris' lips to his, and Karl sighed, relaxing into his hold and letting his own arms go round Chris while his lips moved to let Chris in. Chris moved closer, tilting his head to allow his tongue to swirl on Karl's lips, and Karl did not whimper, he was a grown man - okay, that was a whimper as Chris moved his hips so that he slid against Karl.

"Chris ... the photogr-" any further protest was cut off by Chris walking Karl backwards, kissing hungrily as they hit the wall. He undid Karl's top button and slid his tie down, moving his mouth down Karl's neck, planting feather-like kisses that caused Karl to throw his head back and his hips forward.

"I - am - not - going to come - in my boxers- Oh GOD do that again!"

Karl could feel Chris grin against his neck as he swiped his hand across Karl's flies, causing his hips to cant forward in an effort to increase the pressure. Chris' hands slipped under his waistband and brought out his shirt, slipped under and up his clothing, and Karl wasn't afraid to admit it, he whimpered at the feel of Chris' hands sliding on his body. His own hands moved from the middle of Chris' back to tangle in his waistband and hair, gripping in the muss of hair that Chris was growing out, and he took a moment from trying to remain upright from Chris' onslaught to feel so fucking lucky that he's mine, mine, Oh God mine. The kisses grew hungrier, Chris' hands started scrabbling with Karl's flies as Karl started to fight back, used his own tongue to devastating effect and -

Footsteps sounded outside, and they broke apart, breathing heavily. Karl was about to move his tie back to where it was, tuck his shirt back in, when the photographer came back in.

"Oh myyyyyyyy Mr Urban, that look suits you wonderfully! Now, over here, hands in pockets and ... there!"

Karl looked past the photographer to where Chris was standing smirking like the cat who got the cream, and realised that yet another set of photos were going to be of him apparently being allergic to buttons.

As the photographer looked down at the photos he'd taken, Karl gazed at Chris, and licked his lips slightly, returning to a straight face as soon as the photographer looked back.

That's right you cocky bastard Karl thought to himself, watching Chris shift in his seat and start to regret his decision to start this without any chance of finishing yet, you just wait till we get back to the flat ...