| 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.
"Morning, sleepyhead," Karl teased in a soft voice when Orlando tensed. His lips whispered across Orlando's shoulder as his arm tightened, drawing Orlando securely back against his chest. "Morning," Orlando mumbled, body purring at the full-on contact, draping his hand over Karl's. "Thought I'd dreamed this." "No, no dream." Karl chuckled in Orlando's ear, then kissed the side of his neck. Their fingers laced together as they rested on Orlando's stomach, and Karl shifted a bit, his hips rocking against Orlando. "I see you're wide awake," Orlando teased, pushing back into Karl. Another soft laugh brushed across Orlando's ear, making him shiver. "You complaining?" Karl asked, his tongue moving over the back of Orlando's neck in soft strokes. What was the question again? "N-no...not at all..." "Didn't think so." Karl's lips moved, touched that one spot, just under Orlando's ear. His fingers began to explore Orlando's stomach as his hips rocked, pressing against Orlando, and both gasped softly. It shouldn't be possible to be breathless like this, to need like this after last night, but Orlando was so hard he was trembling. "Need to..." Oh God, how'd Karl do that? Orlando groaned, the sound thin. "...inside you..." "Then do it," Karl whispered against Orlando's shoulder as his hand slid down to deliver one light, teasing stroke to Orlando's cock before pulling back to rest lightly at Orlando's waist. "Roll over." Not a command, but a plea torn from Orlando's throat. Sighed in soft satisfaction as Karl turned, gave Orlando the bottle of lube. And waited while Orlando poured a bit on shaking fingers, groaned when Orlando slid two inside him. How was it possible to stand this much heat, to want this much? "How does this feel?" he whispered, rubbing the shell of Karl's ear between his lips. "Fuck...fucking incredible," Karl gasped, hips pushing back as Orlando's fingers brushed that spot. He gripped the side of the bed, turned his head so Orlando's lips brushed his cheek. "Good. How about..." Another slight wrist twist. "...this?" "Jesus..." Karl's whole body arched, bringing a smile to Orlando's lips. "That...fuck...now, Orlando..." The sight of Karl, reduced to begging, had Orlando trembling so badly he dropped the bottle twice before he managed to coat his cock. "Just...hold..." A sharp hiss as the head of Orlando's cock slid inside an inferno of tightness. "Oh..." "Oh...God..." Karl groaned deep in his throat, hand reaching back to claw at Orlando's thigh, hips pushing back in an unspoken plea. He turned his head a little more, looked at Orlando with hot eyes. "Come on..." "Taking my time..." This time, Orlando wanted to drive Karl incoherent with need, this time he wanted that soft glide into warmth. Slowly, inch by inch, he moved, paused to savor every hitched gasp of breath, every patch of damp skin his fingers brushed, every small thrust of his cock inside Karl's body. Fingers twisted so tight in the sheets that the knuckles turned white, and Karl growled softly, body arched back against Orlando. He murmured under his breath, closed his eyes tight, gentled his grip on Orlando's thigh. A soft gasp was torn from his lips as Orlando shifted just a bit, pushed just a little deeper inside him. Relentless, yet delicate...every thrust was meant to tantalize, every soft kiss was meant to awaken. Orlando's entire universe was on this bed, in his arms. "So good..." he breathed, tiny tremors rippling under his skin. Thought he could spend the rest of eternity inside Karl, moving just like this. "God...Orlando..." Karl moaned, eyes still closed. His hand moved, slid from Orlando's leg, came around to enclose his cock and stroke it slowly, moving in time with the rhythm Orlando set. " Feels so...." "Yeah..." Orlando placed his hand over Karl's, moved with him, in him. Rolled toward the edge with shifting hips, achingly slow thrusts. Couldn't hold back the inevitable wave, just fractured...."Oh God, Karl..." Karl's hips rocked back against Orlando as he sped up their joined hands on his cock. Soft moans, then a sharp gasp when Orlando's teeth closed over the juncture of shoulder and neck. "Fuck...Orlando..." Just like that, Karl stiffened, trembling a bit, chanting Orlando's name in a ragged voice as he spilled over their fingers. Orlando had no idea how long he rode the wave of afterglow, body humming, sated. "Love you," he whispered, sucking on his fingers, tasting salt and musk. "Love you," Karl replied, turning, pulling Orlando closer, tongue snaking out to lick at Orlando's fingers before sliding into his mouth for a lazy kiss. "Breakfast?" Suddenly, Orlando was starving. Had they even eaten yesterday? Karl grinned. "You want me to feed you, too? Damn...pushy bugger, aren't you?" "Yep." Orlando smacked Karl's left cheek as he rolled out of bed, headed for the bathroom. "I at least expect coffee to be brewing when I'm done." Karl laughed and rolled out of bed, dragging on a pair of loose sweat pants before poking his head in the bathroom door. "That's extra sausage for you, right?" Orlando grinned, spit out a mouthful of toothpaste. "Nah, I'm a vegan, remember?" he winked. "Mmmm..." Karl just smirked and tapped the tip of Orlando's nose with a finger. "Guess I'll just have to figure out something else then," he said over his shoulder as he started towards the kitchen. Orlando could only shake his head, smiling as he washed his face. He shouldn't be so goddamn giddy. This wasn't amusing. In less than seven hours, he'd be breaking Viggo's heart. Not to mention Harry's. The thought sobered him as he tossed on the pair of loose-fitting pajama bottoms Karl had left on the bed, trotted down the stairs to the kitchen. "Coffee should be just about ready," Karl said, not turning from the stove as Orlando walked into the kitchen. "Breakfast will be..." He glanced over, trailed off, eyes studying Orlando's face closely. "What's wrong?" "What are we going to do?" Orlando asked, slumping in a chair. He leaned elbows on the table, regarded Karl soberly. "I'm a bit lost here." Karl turned his attention back to the pan. "We're going to tell them." He paused, then shrugged as he slid a pancake from the skillet onto a waiting plate. "What else can we do? We both know there's no hiding what happened." "Yeah, but how?" And how could Karl be so calm? Orlando was back to shaking, and not from desire. Raw fear skittered up his spine, had him chewing his lower lip. Karl must have heard the fear in his voice. Without pausing, he placed the skillet on a cool burner and grabbed a chair, dragging it over in front of Orlando. "I don't know how yet," Karl said, voice soft and faintly strained. His hands enclosed Orlando's, brought them to his lips. "But we're going to do it together. I'm not living a lie any longer." Orlando's short bark of laughter was tinged with desperation. "It's not that simple. Viggo...he's not going to take this well. At all." "You think Harry's going to take it any better?" Soft lips touched Orlando's knuckles as dark, intent eyes watched Orlando's face. "I hate that I'm going to hurt him. But...I can't just go back to the way things were." Orlando brushed a stray lock of hair from Karl's forehead, eyes soft. "I'm not going back. I made my choice the second I dropped to my knees." "And I made mine when I didn't tell you to leave." Karl smiled a little, leaned forward to brush his lips across Orlando's. "We'll tell them together." Another shuddering breath. "Alright." Orlando could face this as long as Karl was with him. He smiled, leaned back. "You said something about coffee?" "Yeah," Karl replied, grinning. "And pancakes and fresh fruit." He stood, moved to fetch their plates. Orlando stood, grabbed two coffee mugs. "Sounds great." |