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You're cynical and beautiful
You always make a scene
You're monochrome, delirious
You're nothing that you seem
I'm drownin in your vanity
Your laugh is a disease
You're dirty and you're sweet
You know you're everything to me

Dizzy ~~ GooGoo Dolls

Dave watched Karl ride off on that big black stallion he was so fond of. Karl looked like a demon all in black himself and astride that monster of a horse. Dave was always puzzled at his reaction to the man. Karl was not friendly to him, as matter of fact, he was rather cold.

But his eyes. God, his eyes made Dave's skin burn. The first time he'd seen Karl on the set, he'd felt naked when Karl glanced his way. He kept telling himself he was being silly, but that didn't change his reaction. He absently slid a hand down to touch the erection he got every time he saw Karl Urban.

Damn! He couldn't waste another afternoon here in the stable waiting for Karl to come back, so he could catch a glimpse of him and be ignored by him. He sat down on a bale of hay. And waited anyway.

Karl's eyes reminded him of sin, the dark secret things you always wanted to do but never told a soul. He knew he'd do anything Karl asked, if he would just ask.

It was hours, or was it days, until Karl came thundering back to the stable on the stallion. Both of them looked wild and untamable. Dave wished he were somewhere else. He wished he was the one who Karl had ridden. His face flushed at the thought. Why couldn't he want Harry this way? Harry adored him and made it quite obvious.

He looked up from his thoughts, and there were Karl's eyes.

"Help me rub him down and stable him?" Dave looked at him like he didn't hear a word, but after a few seconds the words sunk in.

"Yeah, sure." Karl's eyes raked down his body, reminding him that he was still aroused and that there was no way Karl wouldn't see it.

The two men rubbed the horse down, watered and fed him, and Karl led him into his stall. When he came out, he just stood there in front of Dave and looked at him. Dave felt stripped, almost embarrassed at the need that he was sure Karl could see.

"Come over to the trailer later... for a drink." Karl said, then turned and walked off.

Several hours later, Dave stood on the step at Karl's trailer, trying to get up enough nerve to knock. Just as he raised his hand, Karl opened the door.

"David," he said quite deliberately, knowing that everyone else called him Dave most of the time. Karl opened the door and motioned Dave in the house, then shut the door and motioned the redhead to the sofa. Dave sat on the edge of the seat, as if poised to run.

"Why am I here, Karl?" Dave finally asked after a few minutes of heavy silence.

"Your eyes. No one in all my life has ever looked at me with such raw hunger. I'd have to be made of stone not to respond to it on some level." Karl got up and paced the room, not saying anything further. He stopped, spun on his heel and opened his mouth like he was going to speak, then closed it and resumed pacing.

"But it's YOUR eyes, Karl. They seem to see all the way inside me, to unravel my secrets. You scare the hell out of me."

Karl came closer, standing in front of him, looking down at him. Dave looked up into his eyes. Karl said in a voice that was close to a purr, "Scaring you is not what I have in mind."

"What do you have in mind then?" Dave finally managed to force out.

"This." He pulled Dave to his feet and into his arms. Their bodies touched from knee to mouth as Karl kissed him like he'd never been kissed before. Dave felt like his bones were going to melt from the heat that ran through his body as Karl's tongue took him. That was the only way to explain it. Karl took his mouth, making it his, making Dave his. Dave found himself reveling in Karl's possession. He wanted to give, for Karl to take him.

And Karl knew it.

Dave groaned into Karl's mouth as he felt a hand slide between them. The hand expertly slid his zipper down and slid inside his jeans. Dave thought he was going to come right then, but Karl let up a bit, giving him a breather as he led Dave to his bedroom. He laid Dave down on the bed and lit the candles. They were everywhere. Karl lit them one by one. Dave watched, almost breathless. The room was bathed in a flickering glow as Karl turned back toward the bed. He stood in the dim light and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it off and dropping it to the floor. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and slithered out of them. Dave gasped as the light played on Karl's body.

Karl approached him and expertly helped him out of his clothes. Even in the dim light, Dave could see the lust in the other man's eyes.

"You're beautiful, David," Karl finally said in a voice lowered by his own arousal. Dave reached for him, and Karl went to his arms, kissing him like he was a starving man and Dave was food. It was as if a dam had burst and all the iron control and coldness had given way to hunger and need. He pressed his erection against Dave's hip as he slid his hand through the crinkley ginger hair on his chest and down his belly.

In an almost inaudible whisper, Karl said, "The other day at the stables, I was there when the handlers were breeding Satan to a mare. God, Dave, as I stood there and watched him mount her and listened to their screams, all I could think about was mounting you, burying myself so deep inside you that you'd scream like they did."

Dave knew that if Karl had been touching his cock at that moment, he would have come in his hand. He also knew that he wanted Karl now. He didn't want to wait another minute.

"Yes." It was all he could manage as a reply.

They didn't need any more words as they feverishly made themselves ready, Karl pouring warm oil on himself and Dave moving onto all fours. Karl moved behind him, pouring the oil onto him, sliding slick hands down to caress and tease as he slid fingers inside. Dave arched back and moaned as Karl closed his other hand around his aching cock. When Karl finally began to penetrate him, Dave got so impatient that he pushed back, taking all of Karl inside him in all at one time. He gasped in pain, but it soon turned to pleasure as Karl moved slowly in and out.

Dave knew that Karl was holding back from the way he shook to the way he gripped his ass so tight. He didn't want contained, controlled Karl. He wanted the wild creature he had seen in those eyes.

"Karl, take me. Show me how you want me. Please." The last was swallowed by a moan as Karl drove deep and hard, grunting with the effort. He pulled almost all the way out and rammed in deep again. And again and again. He finally leaned down over Dave far enough to reach under him, to take his oily slick cock into his hand and stroke with every thrust.

All Dave could hear was the blood pounding through his body as he exploded in ecstasy. His muscles tightened and pulsed around Karl, bringing Karl with him. Karl pounded into him, filling and filling until there was no more, then he slumped down against Dave's back and kissed his shoulder, his spine, whatever he could reach. He finally slipped from Dave and got up to blow out the candles.

Dave started to get up and get dressed.

"No. Stay with me." Karl pulled him down into his arms, moving so he had Dave's head on his shoulder. Dave just closed his eyes and smiled to himself. Soon they were both asleep.

Dave woke with a start, realizing where he was when he felt the warm body beside him. Karl was lying on his back, with one arm over his chest and the other thrown over his head. In the moonlight, he looked like a god. Dave sat up and put a hand on Karl's abdomen, feeling it rise and fall as the other man breathed. He slid his hand down Karl's belly to dark hair, to his softened cock nestled in the hair. As soon as he closed his hand around it, it swelled and hardened. He looked up into Karl's now opened eyes.

"Taste me," Karl whispered hoarsely.

He did, running his tongue over satiny skin, teasing the tiny opening with the tip of his tongue, coaxing a few drops of clear, sweet liquid out. He swirled his tongue around the head, wetting it, teasing it. Karl moved his hips just a fraction, indicating to Dave he wanted more. Dave smiled and continued his slow exploration. He ran his tongue under the head, ending by grazing his teeth along the underside until Karl arched up off the bed and into his mouth, into his throat. Karl grasped the sheets and groaned as Dave moved his mouth up and down, licking, devouring, swallowing Karl into his tight throat. Karl finally let go, losing all the control that he had even held onto as he came inside Dave the first time. He thrust wildly, almost choking Dave with the depth, screaming "David" over and over as his cock emptied into the almost impossibly tight throat of his lover.

Karl was shaking. Dave licked him clean and moved up so he could hold him. He held him till he stopped shaking and his breathing was even. More than his passion, more than his beauty, the Karl who lay sleeping like a boy in his arms was the one he fell in love with.

*****

THE END

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