| 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.
"Yeah." Harry leaned down for a swift kiss, then started for the door. Karl bounced off the sofa and followed him. "I'll be back a little after noon tomorrow." "I know." Karl leaned against the doorframe, smiled at Harry. He opened his mouth, started to speak, and then a Jeep turned into the driveway. Oh... What the hell... He stiffened, hoped Harry hadn't noticed it as the Jeep pulled to a halt and Orlando climbed out of it. "Orlando!" Harry's greeting was warm as he enveloped the other man in a hug. "Good, you can keep Karl company." "What?" Orlando's gaze darted back and forth between Karl and Harry. "I thought you were leaving tonight?" "Change of plans," Harry explained, hefting his bag and smiling. Keep him...fuck. Not a good idea. Karl forced a bland smile on his face, shoved his hands deep in his pockets. "Yeah, he's abandoning me now instead of later." "Oh." Orlando looked down at his feet for a long moment, and when he lifted his head, his smile was a shade too bright. "Well...um...I'm sure I'll think of something to do." "Two of you should go out tonight, relax," Harry said, starting towards his car. "You know you can crash here if you need to, Orlando." Oh...very bad idea. Karl's eyes skated away from Orlando's, moved to rest on Harry. "Not often we have two days off in a row. Orlando'll be wanting to spend them with Viggo." "Viggo's shooting Weathertop." Oh, Christ... "Late shooting." Harry slung his bag into the car, and paused. "Just stay here tonight then. You can keep Karl out of trouble." "Sure," Karl said, wondered if his voice sounded as weak as he thought it did. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He caught Harry's wink and smiled in return. Orlando. In the house. Overnight. Alone. With him. Fuck.... "I'll see you tomorrow." A brief, hard kiss and Harry was gone, driving away. Leaving Karl alone. With Orlando. And no distractions. Karl sighed, pushed open the door with his foot. "Come on in," he said as he turned. Didn't have to look to know Orlando was following him. "Well..." Orlando cupped the back of his neck, peered up at Karl. "Look, um...I don't..." "What?" Orlando seemed nervous. Not that Karl could blame him. He was pretty damn nervous himself. Jesus...just like Harry to walk out and drop this in his lap all unknowing. "I can...um...leave," Orlando replied in a hesitant voice. Karl paused, then sighed. "No, you don't have to." He dropped onto the sofa, rubbed his eyes. Fuck. Just...fuck. He was so in trouble. "What brings you over here this morning? "I was..." Orlando perched on the adjoining chair, hands clenched. "I was going to invite you and Harry to lunch. Bit lonely without the hobbits..." "Harry just left," Karl pointed out with a grin. Lunch? Sounded innocent enough. And out in public... "But, you know, I can...if you want..." Orlando lifted his head, a combination of relief, dread and some other nameless thing on his features, and sighed heavily. "I want." Somehow Karl didn't think he was talking about food anymore. "Alright...any particular place you'd like to go?" Karl watched Orlando watching him, tried not to think of the few feet separating them. It scared him a little to realize that he hoped Orlando's words meant more than surface value. Orlando shook his head. "N-no." He licked his lips a bit, stood. Karl tried not to follow the path of that pink tongue. "There's a new place about ten minutes from here," Karl said, giving up and letting his eyes linger on Orlando's mouth. "Been meaning to try it." "New is...good." Orlando cleared his throat, body coiled, tense. "Shall we?" "Yeah..." Karl answered the question on all possible levels, and he sensed that Orlando realized that. He stood, and they paused, watching each other, feeling something shift between them. Then Karl picked up his sunglasses, slid them on, smiled. "You want to drive?" Orlando strode to him, loose-limbed stride a study in seduction. "Yeah," he stated, tossing Karl's sunglasses back on the coffee table. Then those long, tapered fingers jerked Karl to him, crushed his mouth in a fierce kiss. Oh...fuck... Karl arms wrapped around Orlando's slender frame, pulled him close as tongues danced and slid around each other. A slow burn started inside him, matched by the slow burn of Orlando's skin through the layers of clothes. Orlando broke the kiss, took a hard look in Karl's eyes, gaze direct, hungry. And it stole Karl's breath, swamped his senses with the heady flavor of need. "I want..." "What?" Karl shivered a bit at the look in Orlando's eyes. Christ...he wanted Orlando. Had wanted him for so long. But it was wrong... Orlando dropped to his knees, the sight painfully erotic. Karl's mouth went dry, his heart stopped. "We shouldn't be," Orlando said, licking his lips as he glanced up. "No, we shouldn't..." Karl's eyes followed Orlando's tongue, and he remembered the feel of it against his. As if they belonged to someone else, his hands moved, fingers touching and stroking the dark fuzz on Orlando's scalp. This was wrong. So wrong. But he knew he couldn't stop. Not now. Orlando looked at him again for another long moment, eyes full of lust, yearning, hunger, repressed longing, fractured desire...everything Karl was feeling, reflected right back at him. Orlando licked his lips again, chest swaying toward Karl's thighs. "I don't care." He didn't care. Karl looked into those eyes, lost himself in their depths. And suddenly, it didn't matter anymore. "I don't either," he whispered, fingertips caressing Orlando's scalp. The next thing he knew, Orlando had his jeans unzipped and was taking Karl's cock deep in his throat. |