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amine_eyes) wrote2010-04-01 06:52 pm
amine_eyes) wrote2010-04-01 06:52 pm
Entry tags:
- chris pine,
- karl,
- slash,
- story
I was tempted, and wrote RPS ...
I fully blame ThaliaLunacy for this, and all the other brilliant writers at pinecity, cos I have now written RPS :P
Title: "Please don't stop the music"
Pairing: Karl/Chris
Rating: PG-13
A/N: This is a 10 song drabble challenge, and was beta-ed by
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sororexitium :) Disclaimer: I don't own them, and if you don't like it, don't read it :D
Hanging on the telephone: Blondie
He’s standing outside Karl’s room, and he feels like a complete idiot, standing behind the pot plant, phoning to find out if his agent has left the room just so that he can sneak in and see his … boyfriend? Fuck-buddy? Lover? Well, 6 foot of Kiwi sex-god that could suck a man’s brains out through his cock at any rate.
Finally!
“Hello?”
God, that man could cause an orgasm just by talking.
“Hey, wondering if you’re finished in there yet? If you are …” he leaves him hanging.
“Two minutes.”
The phone is put down, and he watches as Mr Sellick is pretty much booted out of the room before he’s dragged in by the pull of those hazel eyes.
Mad about the boy: Dinah Washington
He was supposed to be better than this. Jesus Christ, every move that guy made, and he was the one with a man-crush? What Karl was feeling went way beyond man-crush and into full blown hyperventilation/drooling territory. He watched as Chris flirted his way around the cast, joked around with him as he acted his fucking socks off and was James Tiberius Kirk in every swagger, look and action.
Would it stop? It had to, Chris was supremely straight, for fucks sake he had a WIFE and KIDS at home … that same thought ran around and around in his head as he watched Chris eat that infernal apple again and again, sinful lips stretching for him only in his mind.
Backstreets Back: The Backstreets Boys
Ah, peace at last, thought Karl to himself as he trudged back to his hotel room. He sighed happily as he thought of the nice long bath he could soak in, of throwing on his jeans that were threatening to fall apart, curling up with some nice calm music and a book, maybe even ordering a huge plate of chips from room service just ‘cos he could. He opened his door, and was greeted by a wall of sound. In the middle of the room danced Chris to … Oh fuck. He’d discovered Karl’s laptop, and all the incredibly cheesy music on it. He stood in the doorway, mouth hanging open at Chris singing along to the Backstreet Boys at the top of his voice, doing the crappy thriller-like dance in the middle, swirling his hips at “am I everything you need you better rock your body now”, in just his boxers.
Karl gulped.
Bad Karl. No Karl, do not be thinking these thoughts about your co-star, we’ve had this conversation only just …. Fuck it.
He slammed the door shut, capturing Chris’ mouth in a kiss before he could say anything about Karl’s taste in music.
Stay Home – Self
Chris entered his apartment, locked the door, and took the phone of the hook. Taking the battery out of his mobile and placing it next to the phone, he went to the freezer, and took out a huge tub of ice-cream. Passing the cupboards, he pulled out crisps, grabbed his duvet, and bundled himself up on the couch. No one was coming near him today, not Zach, Zoe, John, and especially not Mother-fucking Karl fucking Straight fucking Sex-God Urban. Today, he was going to mope about how much his life sucked, about the fact that he could look as much as he fucking wanted at Karl fucking sex-on-legs Urban, but couldn’t fucking touch him. And if Zach even thought of using his spare key and trying to get Chris out of his moping mood, “his body is going to turn up on set on Monday in pieces”, said Chris out loud, as he dug the spoon into the ice-cream with a thump.
She’s a lady: Tom Jones
Oh this was … Chris opened his apartment to find Tom Jones blaring through his speakers, and Karl humming along as he tidied up, occasionally singing snatches of the song in his smooth voice that sent ripples up Chris’ spine. He bent over to pick up the pile of magazines that were knocked on the floor during an enthusiastic make-out session the night before, toes scrunching in the carpet, light playing on his curves and sharp scars, running his hand through his already mussed hair, padding through to the kitchen to put back the bottle of vodka from the ill-fated body-shots that led to the make out session. He came back through and stopped, looking at Chris quizzically.
“Thought you were asleep …”
Chris smirked, moving forward.
“Like I’d be asleep when you’re tidying my apartment naked” he drawled, drawing Karl in for a triumphant kiss.
The Fields: Return Of The King Soundtrack
“Come on Karl, this is awesome!” yelled Chris from the peak of the hill. Karl grumbled, raising his eyebrow affectionately as he made his way up to stand next to Chris.
“Chris, it’s just the country-side, what are you so excited for? I’ve shown you pictures of it, Jesus Christ you’ve watched Lord of the Rings enough you could probably lead a guided tour around where they filmed it. It’s exactly the same.”
Chris turned to look at him, smile threatening to escape from his face as he visibly bounced up and down in excitement.
“Karl, this is the bit where they filmed the battle of the Pelennor Fields! I’m standing where they put Minis Tirith! This is so cool!”
“I can’t believe it, my boyfriend’s almost as big a geek as me”, Karl chuckled, taking him into an embrace, resting his head on his shoulders, letting Chris’ back rest against his stomach. As he looked out on the land he had grown up in, hearing Chris burbling on various battle scenes, how they compared to others in literature, he smiled, watching the sun break through the clouds and light up the land below him.
It is pretty awesome he thought to himself.
Bonkers: Dizzy Rascal
Karl regretted saying yes to going out as he huddled in the corner with Bruce and Eric, watching as Anton, Chris, Zach and Zoe raved in the middle of the dance-floor, yelling at the tops of their voices to the pounding bass line that throbbed all the way from the high ceiling to the soles of Karl’s trainers. He drank his beer, wondering when he had turned into an old man, eyes drawn to the movements Chris was making on the dance floor, bumping and grinding with the rhythm, screaming that he was “bonkers”, that all he cared about was sex and violence. He stiffened as Chris bounded over like an excited puppy, making sure that his eyes didn’t linger too closely on his flushed face, on the way his shirt was escaping his jeans, the way his hair had been ruffled by Zach and Anton as they jumped around like the certifiable loonies they were.
“Karl! You should dance! Come on! It’s like our song dude!”
As the music softened, he started dancing in front of Karl, and all Bruce and Eric were doing was laughing, the bastards. Karl thought of a trap door opening below them and sending their grinning faces out of sight, and he turned back to say no, he was going home.
Bugger. Chris was pouting. Oh fuck now the eyes, not the eyes, and now the quiver … Karl didn’t even register himself moving out onto the dance floor, he only knew he had let sanity give him the slip.
Spiegel im Spiegel: Arvo Part
“Karl!! What the fuck am I going to do! I can’t remember anything! I’m going to fail, JJ will keep us there till we die and he’ll still ask for another take cos I fucked up the lines! Help me Ka-Mmph!”
Karl’s hand whipped behind his head and slammed over Chris’s mouth. With his free hand, he grabbed the remote, turned on the CD player, and then dragged Chris over the back of the couch until he was sprawled in his lap.
“Chris. Stop panicking. Now.”
“But if I fuck up then -” Karl kissed him, slowly, surely, and Chris felt his worries melt away.
“Chris. Just … sit and listen. Okay?”
Through the speakers came gentle, delicate notes on the piano, soft cello music, and Chris sat there, head nestled in Karl’s lap, scripts flung everywhere, just listening to Karl’s breathing as he carded his hands through Chris’s hair gently, letting peace settle within him, and the worry slip away.
Afraid of Dying: Jack off Jill
“Does anyone know where Chris is?” JJ yelled, “We’re shooting in five minutes!”
Karl felt Zoe’s eyes land on him, and he sighed.
“I’ll go get him”, he said resignedly, walking as though he really didn’t want to be heading to his boyfriend – no, Chris’s trailer while in public, not lovers. As he headed over, bundled in a thick coat, hand stuffed deep in his pockets, he mused about what was keeping Chris. He reached the trailer, knocking briskly on the door, and hearing a dull thumping beat resonate through his knuckles.
Motivational music? That’s a new one, he thought to himself, knocking again, yelling “Come on Pine! My arse is freezing out here, and if you don’t get out in the next five seconds, I’m coming in to get you!”
No response. Brilliant, now Karl had to wrench his shoulder cos his boyfriend couldn’t answer the door.
A step back, a hard shove with his shoulder and the door flew open to Chris jumping around the room, fully dressed in Starfleet uniform, air-guitaring to some weird screaming music. He spun round swearing as Karl crashed through the entrance.
“What the fuck Karl? Knock won’t you!”
Karl raised his eyebrow.
“I did, Pine, you’re due to shoot in less than five minutes, and what the fuck are you listening to?”
Chris raised an eyebrow back as he pulled on his coat.
“I’m not the one with Backstreet Boys on my laptop, besides; it gets me in the mood for being Jim Kirk. Don’t knock it till you try it Urban.” Swinging past, he planted a quick kiss on Karl’s lips, whispering “I’m not afraid …” as he left to go save the universe.
Zip-a-dee-doo-da: Disney
“…Chris? Why am I being woken up at … five fucking thirty in the morning?” Karl blearily asked, eyes struggling to open in the bright room, hand going up to shield them from the glare. On top of him bounced Chris, sun shining through his hair, singing away about some zip-a-dee-doo-da shit, and Karl decided there were worse ways to wake up in the morning than having a fucking gorgeous man bouncing up and down on top of him, even if he was singing. Now, if he could only remove the covers that separated them without opening his eyes …
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Glad it worked :)
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I loved that idea of Chris bouncing up and down like a geek - besides, English student! xD
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There was so much love for this. I think my favorite has to be the Backstreet Boy song. Wow, that's a blast from the past.
Of course, I also held a soft spot for Spiegel im Spiegel. That one was so sweet.
Much love for this!
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Thanks bb! The music itself is so sweet and simple it just calms you down and makes you happy :)
:D
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Well, there's always that bit of wibbleness, unless I do the magic hand-wave (which I did do for the rest of it :P), and of course, it adds a delicious bit of angst xD
Thankyou very much for the lovely comment :D