Soft And Cuddly

Posted: January 2003
Author: Alex
Type: RPS
Characters: Craig Parker/Karl Urban
Rating: Soft NC-17, probably more an R
Beta: Craig!muse Mayetra
Disclaimer: As sweet as it is, it still is fiction. dont' know tham and make no profit.

Summary: on another list, there has been an ongoing discussion of how "cuddly" Mr. Parker has gotten since he first filmed LOTR a couple of years back. well, we all worry about being too "cuddly" sometimes, and i expect he's no different. he is, IMHO, just perfect! i think Karl would agree.

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The phone rang when Craig was in the shower. He got to it in time though. He was breathless from hurrying and running across the room dripping water all over the carpet.

"Hello."

"Parker?"

"Uh, yes?"

"Karl... Urban."

His heart did a funny thing when he heard that name. Karl. It had been almost two years. Two years since that weekend. He had thought about Karl every waking minute for months. He still thought about him every day. Or every night. When he was supposed to be sleeping.

"Hi, Karl. How are you?"

"Good. Going to the premier and looking for a mate to go with me."

"Viggo not coming this time?" Oh fuck! He sounded catty. "Sorry. That was..."

"My Craig." He laughed softly, that silky sound that made Craig's body hum. He had hummed that weekend and sworn and begged and cried and...

"Well? Wanna come with me?"

"Yeah, I do."

Urban told him the details of when and where.

"Oh, wanted to ask you something. Read something about you being cuddly."

"Cuddly?"

"You know, soft and cuddly. Not skinny like you used to be."

"Hmph!"

**

That fucking cuddly remark made him nervous. Did he look that bad? He looked in the mirror for the ten thousandth time. He wasn't as skinny as he had been when he was 22, but cuddly? Hmph!

Karl picked him up on that infernal bike. But they did catch a limo to the premiere. They sat beside one another in the darkened theater, elbows touching, Craig wondering what Karl was thinking. Karl looked so good it made his head hurt.

Karl took him home. Craig thought perhaps he shouldn't invite him in. He didn't need any complications in his life right now. And Karl was very complicated.

"Want a beer? Or something?" He let the last word hang in the air.

"Sure." Jacket off, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, shoes kicked off somewhere, Karl made himself comfortable. Craig was still nervous. It didn't seem to him that Karl had even looked at him all night.

Karl patted the sofa beside him. "Come sit, cuddly Craig." The man's grin was too wicked for words. It was a good thing for him, because otherwise, Craig would have slugged him.

Craig sat and was soon engulfed in Urban's arms. His kisses were exactly like Craig had remembered, sweet, delicious kisses that made his blood rush to certain places very rapidly. Karl's hand found one of those places almost as rapidly as the blood did. The kisses didn't stop as Karl made short work of his zipper and a warm hand found him. Craig moaned as Karl's hand moved.

He was so distracted by the pressure building inside him and by the first tinglings of his orgasm, that he almost missed what Karl said to him.

"You might be cuddly, but there's nothing soft about you at all!"

THE END

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