| Title: Fractured Authors: Jo & Brenda Pairing: Karl Urban/Orlando Bloom Rating: NC17 Summary: Need finally outweighs consequence Disclaimer: Um...no. And, um...no. Never happened. Author's Notes: Yes, Brenda is evil. Jo loves her anyway. Inspired in part, by Cas' wonderful "Where We Are" fic series & a discussion about different OTPs with Lobelia from a long time back.
"No, we shouldn't," Karl agreed, sinking his hands into the stubbled mohawk of Orlando's hair. Brown eyes wide with unsated lust gazed up at Karl. "I don't care." "Me neither." The next thing Karl knew, Orlando had his jeans unzipped and was taking his cock deep in his throat. Christ...Karl thought he might have gasped. His fingers flexed, felt the short strands shift under, over, around them. Wet heat surrounded him, tugged at his senses, and all he could do was drop his head to his chest and watch Orlando through heavy lidded eyes, watch his length disappear between pink lips. Orlando worked his cock like he owned it, like he'd been sucking on it for a thousand years, would continue to suck it for a thousand more. Sucked him deep and hard, like he'd been waiting his whole life to go down on Karl, to taste him, tease him. Licked the head like an ice cream cone, surrounded Karl in so much heat and wet friction that his knees buckled, threatened to give out. Wrong, all of it, so fucking wrong... "Fuck..." Karl tried to breathe, tried to stand, ended up leaning back against the wall, one hand flung out to keep his balance, the other still cupping Orlando's head. Hazel eyes closed fully, even white teeth worried his bottom lip, and Karl let out a soft moan. It was wrong...completely, utterly, supremely wrong. But fuck all...it felt good, felt right, and Karl opened his eyes once more to look down at Orlando on his knees, found Orlando looking back up at him through impossibly thick lashes as he sucked Karl's cock deep in his throat. This was, quite possibly, the most erotic sight on the fucking planet. Karl had dreamed about this so long, wanted this only in his darkest fantasies, hadn't allowed himself any more thought than that. The reality shattered everything--every notion of right and wrong, every thought Karl had of love and want, every need Karl had thought only Harry could satisfy. Karl found himself chanting Orlando's name in a soft litany as he felt slender fingers slide inside his jeans and massage his balls. Orlando's eyes still stared up at him, Orlando's tongue still curled and twisted around his cock with each bob of that curly head. He kept his eyes locked with Orlando's, hips moving in small thrusts as he felt the tension build, felt the sweet ache start low in his groin, felt his orgasm rocketing towards him with a speed that surprised him. He tried to hold back, tried to make time stop, didn't want this to end, didn't want to come. Coming would mean questions, recriminations, regret...and Karl had no regret in him. All he had was a bone-deep hunger that only Orlando's soft tongue and calloused hands could satisfy. When he finally did come, he came hard, cried out Orlando's name brokenly, pressed into the wall so hard he became a part of the paneling, part of the wood. His nails dug deep into Orlando's scalp as his world...and all of his dreams...fractured to dust inside Orlando's mouth. Karl sucked air into his heaving lungs, leaned against the wall, body shaking, legs trembling. "Jesus," he murmured when he trusted himself to speak again, opening his eyes to see Orlando slowly standing, dragging that leanly muscled body up across Karl's crotch, stomach, chest. "Thank you." Murmured words cresting across his vulnerable skin, breathed on his neck in sacrilegious benediction. "Want to taste how we are together?" Karl nodded, ran his tongue across dry lips. "Please..." Orlando ran his tongue along the parted seam of Karl's lips, and Karl tasted himself blended with the mysterious, dark flavor of Orlando...a taste potent enough to have him leaning into Orlando's lips with a reckless yearning. Fuck it...he'd deal with all of the messy consequences tomorrow. His hands came up, slid across shorn hair once more as Orlando's tongue slid into his mouth, curling over and around his own. Hands drifted up his sides, burning him through his shirt, moving up to slide behind his neck and pull him closer, deeper into a kiss that had their bodies straining against each other. "Fucking hell..." Orlando panted, tearing their lips apart, resting his forehead against Karl's. "Too much..." "Way too much," Karl agreed, his fingers stroking across Orlando's scalp. "I should go." Orlando didn't move, only butted his head against Karl's hand for more. "Yes, you should." Karl knew it was true, knew the longer Orlando stayed there with him, the higher the risk became. But his fingers continued to move through spiky hair, continued to stroke against Orlando's scalp with feather-light touches. "Do you want me to?" "No," Karl whispered, unable to speak any louder as Orlando's eyes looked deep into his and a single finger came up to trace his cheekbone. "Do you want me to stay?" Orlando fanned his hand out, framed the side of Karl's face with gentle fingers. "Yes," Karl said, voice just a bit louder this time, head tilting into Orlando's palm, eyes drifting half closed. "Do you want to talk about it?" Orlando asked, brushing his chest across Karl's in a sweeping, heavy movement. Karl closed his eyes, swallowed, took several deep breaths. Then his eyes opened to find Orlando's once more. "Do you?" "Not really." The words were trailed along Karl's chin. "They don't exist right now." "No, they don't." Karl knew exactly who 'they' were. Of course he did. They both knew. One hand slid down Orlando's spine to settle in the small of his back and pull him a little closer. "Then take me." Slender fingers twisted in Karl's hair as Orlando kissed him violently. "Hard and all night...don't stop until I'm drowning in your scent, your come, your body." Karl didn't pause to ask if Orlando was sure, didn't hesitate as he shoved Orlando back towards the sofa, his hands tearing at the thin t-shirt covering Orlando's chest. He wanted naked. Now. Didn't need to be told twice. He groaned as sharp teeth closed over his bottom lip, groaned again when a soft tongue swept out to ease the sting. Orlando twisted around him, all sinuous grace, raking his nails up Karl's spine, dragging Karl's shirt over his head. "Fuck me, Karl," Orlando rasped, squeezing nimble fingers around Karl's erection. "I'm going to," Karl said, voice a low growl against Orlando's throat. Orlando's shirt flew across the room, and Karl's hands settled at his waist to unbutton jeans and shove them down over slim hips. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't stand up. Then I'm going to fuck you some more." "I want to bleed you." Ah Jesus Christ...Karl couldn't contain the ravenous beast clawing at him, stopped trying. Teeth marked, bit, tore at soft skin, raked over firm muscle as Karl pinned Orlando into the sofa, trapped him. "Wait right here." Orlando leaned up, bruised Karl's lips with his own. "Hurry." Karl stalked to the bedroom, slapped the door open, ignored the clothes scattered across the floor. If he looked at them, he'd see, and then... Well... Without pausing, he snatched up a bottle of lube, returned to the living room. And froze. Orlando was sprawled on his back, one foot on the floor, one foot pulled up on the sofa. His hand was curled around his cock, moving in long, rough strokes. Head thrown back, mouth open a little, eyes closed, he was the hottest looking thing Karl had ever seen. "What do you think you're doing?" Karl's voice was soft as he moved to the sofa, eyes raking Orlando's slender body from head to toe. Soft brown eyes fluttered open, and Orlando gave Karl a lazy grin promising every dark fantasy Karl had ever dreamed. And the hands stroking Orlando's cock continued their rough, steady pace. "Fucking myself for you." "Oh, really?" Karl grinned down at Orlando, settled to his knees on the sofa between Orlando's spread thighs. He watched for a moment, then reached out to curl his hand over Orlando's, moving with him as his other hand fumbled with the lube. "Mind if I help?" Orlando's breath hitched, his back arched. "Please..." Karl got the lube open, squeezed some out, his hand continuing to guide Orlando's. He leaned forward, licked a path up Orlando's chest, flicked his tongue across a pebbled nipple...then bit down as he pushed two fingers inside Orlando's tight opening. Orlando wanted it rough? Fine. Karl was more than willing to oblige him right now. Orlando's broken moans were the sweetest of sounds, the body twisting against his the most decadent of temptations. And Karl had denied himself, denied them both, for far too long. Time to collect. He had to bite back his own scream when he slammed his cock inside Orlando's tight, willing ass, barely taking a moment to marvel at how well Orlando closed around him before pistoning his hips forward, sliding Orlando across the cushions. "Fuck," Karl moaned, bit his lip, hands closing around Orlando's hips to yank him back into each thrust. The pace he set was hard and fast, almost brutal in its intensity. But it was perfect and what they both wanted. He watched Orlando writhe beneath him, admired the unleashed passion in those dark eyes, went willingly when Orlando's hands reached for him, yanked him down for a brutal kiss. "Harder..." Oh yeah, there would be hell to pay tomorrow...and Karl was willing to deal with all of it. As long as Orlando continued to thrust up into him, continued writhing against him. Karl slammed into willing flesh, brutalized Orlando's body with his hands, almost came when Orlando jerked hard on the back of his head, tearing out his hair in an effort to crawl inside Karl's mouth. Fuck... Karl slid his tongue over, around Orlando's, fought him for dominance in the kiss, continued to pound into the tight ass around him. One hand slid over to curl around Orlando's cock, stroking roughly, squeezing, twisting. He could feel his orgasm approaching, wanted to bring Orlando off first, wanted to see Orlando lose control. Fuck the rest of it. Right here, right now were all that mattered. Watched in savage satisfaction as Orlando threw his head back, baring that perfect tanned throat as he came, jerking over Karl's hand, warm liquid gelling between his fingers. When Orlando's body tightened around his cock, Karl almost lost it, managing to hang on to his control by the thinnest of threads. Another thrust, then another, and he groaned, back arching, muscles quivering, slamming deep into Orlando as his orgasm tore through him. "I hope you're not done," Orlando gasped, tightening fingers across Karl's drenched back. "Fuck no," Karl laughed, leaned down to claim swollen lips in yet another bruising kiss. Yes, there was definitely going to be hell to pay tomorrow. They'd take one look at the two of them and it would all be over. He grinned down at Orlando, flexed his hips just a bit. "I'm just getting started." "Good." |