The Next Night At Babylon

The Next Night At Babylon

Posted: November 25, 2005
Title: The Next Night at Babylon
Sequel to: One Night at Babylon
Author: Sileya and Decadence
Type: RPS
Characters: Craig/Karl
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We don't know these GORGEOUS men, we only wish.
Beta: salixbabylon
Summary: Craig goes back to the club to be introduced to someone - but they've already met.
Author's Notes: AU. Stole the name of the club from Queer as Folk. Follows One Night at Babylon.

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Craig put up a token protest as Orlando dragged him back through the doors of Babylon. "I don't know why you insist on bringing me here," Craig shouted over the din of the music.

Orlando rolled his eyes and laughed. "I don't know why I bother, either. I mean, it's obvious you left early last night and went to bed alone. I don't know why I brought you, but Eric said he had a friend that'd be good for you..."

"Eric?" Craig asked with a raised eyebrow.

Orlando blushed. "Yeah - he's from Down Under. And skilled with navigating the territory down there, if you catch my drift..."

Craig snorted at Orlando's attempt at being coy. " Australia, huh? And Eric has a friend? Another Aussie?" He pulled Orlando to the bar, eyes unconsciously scanning the crowd for dark hair and sexy eyes.

"From somewhere down there, I think," was Orlando's vague reply.

"C'mon, mate, there's someone I want you to meet," Eric said, pulling Karl along the sidewalk, toward the stairs that led up into Babylon. The music was loud outside and would be louder inside.

Karl grimaced, thinking about the night before and how he'd so totally lucked out. He'd rather look around for Craig, hoping that lightning might strike twice. "The last time you set me up, it didn't go so well, Eric," he complained.

Eric just grinned and grabbed Karl's arm, pulling him along behind. Karl sighed and went along, knowing Eric was probably the only guy around who could manhandle him like this, so he couldn't object much. He showed his ID and got into the club, blinking to get used to the lights as Eric made his way toward the bar.

Craig had turned to the bar to order another beer when he heard an 'Orli!'. He was mildly surprised when Orlando answered with a sugary sweet, "Eric, luv - I see you've brought your friend. Handsome bloke ... Good thing I met you first or I'd try to bag him for myself."

Craig rolled his eyes for what seemed to be the millionth time that night before speaking. "You have to excuse Orlando - he was dropped as a ..." He turned at that moment, and met those gorgeous dark eyes he thought he might never see again. "...child."

Karl good-naturedly followed Eric and stopped behind him when they reached the bar. He peered over his shoulder to see a gorgeous arse that looked awfully familiar...and then it turned, and Karl looked up to see deep blue eyes. He blinked a few times in silent surprise as Eric made introductions.

"Orli, this is my mate, Karl, I told you about. He just got into town a few days ago," Eric said. His eyes flickered to Craig and Karl, who seemed to be sizing each other up.

Craig was stunned into silence as he shook first Eric's and then Karl's hand. The strong hand that gripped his shocked him as he realized that the same pull from the night before was still there. He realized that nobody had spoken, and he turned to see Eric and Orlando staring at him. He blushed a little. "Nice to meet you...both of you..."

Karl smiled, shook Craig's hand, then Orlando's, but his eyes strayed right back to the blond. "Likewise, mate," he answered.

Eric laughed. "See, Orli, I told you they'd hit it off." He pulled the smaller dark-haired man under one arm. "Come dance with me."

Craig watched as the two left before turning back to Karl. "You weren't there when I woke up." It wasn't an accusation, just an observation.

Karl leaned against the bar next to Craig and smiled in that lopsided way of his. "You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't want to ruin it."

Craig smiled in return, remembering the night before, the smile reaching his eyes and making him beam. "I'd been worn out good and proper."

Chuckling, Karl nodded and stepped a little closer as a group of guys jostled past them. "I wondered if I'd see you again."

Their eyes met as Craig leaned closer, not backing away despite the space on the other side of him. "And now that you have?"

Karl leaned down so that his lips brushed Craig's ear as he spoke. "I want to see you again."

Tilting his head into the caress, Craig whispered, "Good - I was afraid this would all be one-sided. Want to dance?" he asked.

Karl pressed his lips to Craig's ear again and then stepped back, taking Craig by the hands and pulling him to the crowded dance floor.

Craig followed Karl, pressing up against him when they found an empty spot to dance in. "You know, they're dancing awfully suggestively out here."

After pulling Craig firmly against him so they could sway together, Karl chuckled. "No, really?" He slid his hands down Craig's hips to that lovely arse, cupping it close.

"I don't want to feel left out," Craig pretended to pout. "I want to dance like that..." His hands slid over Karl's back, feeling the muscles he'd explored last night underneath the soft fabric.

With a smirk, Karl spread his legs and pulled Craig between them, bending him back with the beat of the music, bodies glued to one another from breastbone to groin. "Show me what you've got, mate," Karl purred, eyes flashing.

Craig began to gyrate his hips as much as possible, rubbing them suggestively against Karl. It was like fucking with clothes on and seemed deliciously forbidden.

Karl's eyes fluttered shut. He slid his hands over Craig's flexing muscles, then sighed and pressed his mouth to Craig's neck, feeling the arousal build in his gut. Apparently lightning could strike twice...

Karl's hands nearly drove Craig crazy with lust. He straightened up abruptly. "I need you again. Promise you'll leave here with me tonight?"

Thrown off balance, Karl clutched at Craig's shoulders to keep himself on his feet. He met Craig's eyes with his own, then nodded. He took Craig's hand and led him across the dance floor toward the back of the club.

Craig followed, admiring the trim lines of Karl's body as he pushed his way through the throng of dancers. His eyes grew wide as they passed couples practically having sex in the dark corners.

Karl pulled him along into the darkened back rooms, threading past other men to find an empty stall. He stepped in and raised an eyebrow to Craig, seeing if he would follow.

Once more following Karl's lead, Craig stepped into the compact stall. His eyes watched anxiously for the next move from Karl.

The taller man shuffled in a circle, pulling Craig about until he straddled the commode. Then he clasped Craig about the waist and lifted him bodily and sat him on the tank before sitting and facing him, unzipping Craig's trousers.

Heat rushed through Craig's body at the capable handling. Before he realized what was happening, Karl's dark head was bowed over his groin. "God - what you do to me!" Craig gasped.

Karl passed on answering verbally, instead pulling Craig's cock out of his pants and going down on him in one fluid motion. He pushed Craig's hips back against the wall to keep him in place.

Craig's breath left him in an undignified manner, in a high-pitched squeak, as he was suddenly surrounded by the heat of Karl's mouth. His fingers found Karl's face, brushing over the high cheekbones, caressing.

Putting all his focus on sucking Craig dry, Karl swallowed around the now-thick and hard cock, sliding his hand lower into the jeans to caress the tightening balls. He wanted this, badly.

"Oh Karl!" Craig gasped as his head fell back to thud against the wall behind him. "Please!"

Grunting and closing his eyes at the flash of heat in his own cock, Karl sucked harder, determined to bring Craig off in fine fashion.

Craig felt the tightening in his groin, the telltale tingle that meant he was going to come - soon. His hands threaded into Karl's hair as he whispered, "I'm - oh God - I'm com...coming..."

In that second, Karl made a decision. He didn't pull off, instead humming and swallowing several times around Craig's cock, slathering his tongue over the swollen head.

The sensation of being milked by Karl's throat and tongue made Craig shoot forcefully into the wet heat of his mouth. He collapsed against the wall, breathing hard as he tried to regain his equilibrium.

Karl swallowed convulsively, licking and lapping at Craig's cock until he felt his hair being pulled. Karl carefully released him, tucking him back into his pants, then tilted his head back and leaned forward, looking up at Craig. "Kiss me," he said quietly, hands settling on Craig's thighs.

Craig leaned down, mashing his lips against Karl's and pushing his tongue inside to taste his essence mingled with Karl's flavor. He groaned loudly at the combination.

A whimper escaped Karl's lips as Craig claimed his mouth, and his fingers dug into solid muscles as he leaned forward and pushed himself up, chest pressing into Craig's groin. He slid his arms around Craig's waist, not wanting to let go.

Craig purred, "You wanna fuck me?"

Karl just about choked. "Fuck yes," he breathed, staring up into Craig's eyes.

Craig took a deep breath, then asked, "What's stopping you?"

Blinking, Karl raised a hand to Craig's face, just barely touching his cheek. "Don't want to hurt you. Not a lot of room to move around in here." He rolled his eyes around the stall, and his lopsided grin appeared again.

Craig slid off the back of the toilet to push Karl against the door. "Then take me somewhere where you can fuck me."

Karl looked down at Craig, eyes afire. "Come to my place?" he murmured, dipping his head to nip at Craig's ear.

Craig nodded. "Yes," he moaned. "Yes..."

Karl took Craig's chin in hand and kissed him deeply, hard and wet, before fumbling with the stall door. He led Craig out of the club and into a taxi, and fifteen minutes later they were standing in the elevator of one of the ritziest hotels in town, on the way to the penthouse.

Craig's eyes grew wide as Karl pulled him through an opulent lobby toward the well-appointed elevators. He could tell from the ride that they were going up...up...up. He grinned at Karl. "Am I going to let the Prime Minister fuck me? Who are you? A dignitary? A celebrity?"

Karl looked a little embarrassed and shrugged. "Nah. Nobody special, really." He led the way out of the elevator into the penthouse suite at the end of the hall, shutting the door behind them and locking it, setting his key and wallet on the small foyer table.

Craig looked around disbelievingly. "Nope - not accepting that answer... Who are you?"

Karl kicked off his shoes and walked over to the bar. He mumbled something as he retrieved a couple bottles of beer, then sighed. "I'm an athlete, that's all."

"Okay," Craig replied, accepting the answer. "I'm an actor - thought I would've recognized you if you'd been an actor in Zid. Small community and all..." Craig took the beer, twisting off the top and drinking a long swig of the cold drink. "Mmmm. Good stuff..."

Karl relaxed. "Actor? Over here, you mean, not at home." He stepped around the bar toward Craig and hitched himself up on a stool.

"Well, both places, actually," Craig answered. "I've done soap operas in Zid, and I've done a movie here. Just bit parts, mostly." He sat down opposite Karl on the other stool. "I've been over here for a year or so now, ever since Orlando decided to drag me out of my self-induced stupor."

Karl twisted on the stool to face him. "Soap operas, huh? Can't say I'd ever had a reason to watch one. Don't have much spare time, really, until recently."

"Why are you here, Karl? If you don't mind me asking?" Craig leaned forward on his elbow as he watched Karl's face.

Tilting his head, Karl shrugged. "I retired and moved here to look after some business assets," he said quietly, meeting Craig's eyes.

Leaving his beer on the bar, Craig slid off of the stool and stepped between Karl's spread legs. His hands ran from knee to thigh. "Am I an asset or a loss, Mr... Um... Karl?"

Karl grinned and set his bottle down as well, taking hold of Craig's hips. "Urban. And you are definitely an asset. A damn fine one, too, mate." His hands slid down to cup Craig's arse.

Craig grinned a sultry grin, reaching to unbutton Karl's jeans. "And just what do you want to do with my assets, Mr. Urban?"

Leaning back against the bar, Karl chuckled. "Enjoy them, of course." He ran his fingers along Craig's chin. "What turns you on? Anything specific I can do for you?"

"You turn me on," Craig murmured, not believing how open and honest he was being with a virtual stranger. "Anything you do to me will turn me on."

Karl looked intrigued. "So...a kiss?" He leaned in to kiss Craig, a long, slow, drawn out lazy stroking with his tongue. "A lick?" He tasted along Craig's chin up to his earlobe. "A bite?" He nipped the earlobe sharply, then suckled it.

"Mmm...yes. There and other places..." Craig's hands worked the zipper on Karl's jeans, lowering it slowly until he could reach inside and grasp the hot flesh he'd been thinking about since last night. Bringing his other hand to Karl's chest, he pushed the shirt up and then lowered his head to the well-muscled chest beneath it. He kissed and licked until his teeth hung on a nipple, and then suckled in earnest.

Karl groaned, watching Craig. He slid one hand into blond hair. "Thought we were talking about me doing to you?" he asked breathlessly.

"Maybe I want to do to you," Craig whispered around the nipple he was teasing. He moved lower, lips sliding over toned muscles to the trail of hair below a sexy navel. He spent several seconds on the tempting indentation before sliding lower.

Karl let his eyes fall shut. "Be my guest, mate," he invited, spreading his arms out along the bar and leaning back so Craig had easy access to his entire body.

Craig tugged at Karl's jeans, pulling them down low enough to dip his head and trace his tongue over the taut sacs beneath that glorious cock. He ran his tongue up the seam between Karl's balls, sucking and nibbling lightly as his hand pulled at Karl's cock, sliding the foreskin back and forth over his length.

"Aww, fuck!" Karl groaned, hands flying to bury themselves in Craig's hair as he squirmed on the bar stool, hitching his hips up.

"Mmmhmmm," Craig moaned against the base of Karl's cock, "That's the plan..." Extending his tongue, he pressed firmly, licking over the length of the vein on the underside of Karl's cock, from base to tip. When he reached the tip, he fluttered his tongue over the sensitive glans before diving into the slit to capture the true taste of Karl.

"Please...Craig, please suck me," Karl rasped, sprawled over the stool, lifting his hips to the other man's mouth. "I'm not too proud to beg, mate."

And Craig wasn't one to deny Karl his wish. Pursing his lips, he pushed down slowly over the wide head and broad shaft of Karl's cock, his own cock filling again at the thought of having this inside him once more. His tongue massaged the underside as he sucked the organ into his mouth.

Karl mewled and gasped as Craig sucked him down, clenching the edge of the bar with both hands. His head fell back as he gave himself over to Craig's ministrations.

Applying steady suction, Craig looked up at Karl before pushing down farther. Karl's cock slipped past the back of his mouth and into his throat. He suppressed his gag reflex, swallowing rhythmically around the shaft.

"Fuck! Craig - if you want my cock in you, you'd better stop soon, or it'll be a while..." Karl panted, his hips rocking.

Craig pulled off of Karl slowly, licking his way back up the muscled body until he found swollen lips. He plunged his tongue inside, taking Karl's mouth in a crude parody of fucking. "Yes," he sighed, "I do want your cock in me..."

"Then turn around," Karl urged in a whisper. "I'll give you all you want." He waved a hand at the overstuffed couch.

Unfastening his jeans, Craig let them drop to the floor before stepping over to the couch. Leaning forward, he braced his elbows on the arm of the comfortable couch, pushing his arse out at Karl. "I need you," he invited, swaying a little in place.

Karl stuffed a hand into his back pocket and pulled out a condom, ripping open the package and rolling it on. He framed Craig's arse with his hands, looking down in lustful appreciation. "The condom's lubed - do you need more than that?" he asked roughly, bending to lick at Craig's nape.

Biting his lip, Craig shook his head no. "I want to remember this tomorrow." His insides clenched at the thought of Karl taking him hard and fast.

Karl moaned, gripping at the base of his cock, struggling to control himself, and he laid his forehead on Craig's shoulder for a few moments. "Fuck," he whispered, desire swamping him. A few breaths later, he pressed inside of his new lover, just a bit, and then with a deep breath, thrust in hard.

Craig's back bowed as he arched up under the burning entry of Karl's cock. "FUCK!" he shouted, fingers turning white where they grasped at the couch. His body demanded slow movement, but he wouldn't allow it and pushed back against Karl immediately.

A choking groan tore out of Karl as he held onto Craig. He slid out and shoved in again, crying out as his lover's body took him in deep. "So fucking hot and tight," Karl breathed, moving one hand to rub Craig's back as he started thrusting regularly.

Craig cried out as the rocking motions rubbed over his prostate, driving him past frenzied and into insanity with the wealth of feelings rushing through his body. The whole night had been one big session of foreplay, and he was so aroused.

Karl shuddered and thrust harder, pulling Craig up against his chest. He latched onto Craig's neck and sucked hard, giving rise to a harsh purple bruise. "You want to remember me tomorrow?"

"God, YES!" Craig shouted, his head falling back onto Karl's shoulder and shuddering as his neck was sucked. "And the next day!"

Thrusting again and again, Karl grunted with the force he was using to invade Craig's body, the pressure unbelievably thrilling. "And what if I ruin you for anyone else? What then?" Karl ground out, sliding his mouth further up Craig's neck to suck hard again, raising another angry red mark just beneath his ear.

Craig knew that Karl had likely already ruined him for anyone else. "Then I'll remember this for...for - oh fuck - ever!" Craig pushed back onto Karl, needing him as deeply inside as possible when he came. "Make me come, please!"

Karl pushed Craig over to bend at the waist, grasping his hip with one hand to hold him in place as he thrust harder, his other hand snaking down to roll Craig's balls in his hand. "How much more can you take, mate?" he asked roughly, moving a finger to rub at the spasming hole where his cock pushed into Craig.

"Don't know," Craig panted, "Push me and find out..."

Lifting his hand to his mouth and wetting his index finger, Karl lowered it back to the juncture of their bodies. He pulled his cock mostly free, and then slowly wiggled his finger in, stretching Craig even further. Then as he thrust back in, his finger pressed up against Craig's prostate.

Craig's breathing stopped at that moment, his body freezing as his cock pumped come onto his stomach and onto the couch beneath them. He couldn't speak or make a single noise, he just had to exist.

At that moment, Karl thrust again inside Craig fully and immediately yelled as the tight passage clamped around him, throwing him into orgasm. He gasped and fell over Craig's back, hips still moving through the aftershocks.

Craig collapsed onto the back of the couch, Karl's weight heavy on his back, but much needed at that moment. His breathing returned, fast and shallow and he whimpered under the intensity of it all.

Karl shivered and pulled Craig into his arms, turning to one side, leaning against the back of the couch. "You OK, luv?" he whispered.

Still unable to speak, Craig nodded. His hands found Karl's, twining their fingers together, needing the intimacy after something so intense.

Karl pulled carefully out and with a deep breath, reached down and swung Craig into his arms and carried him into the bedroom where a luxurious four-poster bed awaited.

Craig was stunned when he was lifted, carried and then placed onto a plush bed. "Please - don't leave me here alone..." His hands reached out for Karl, the need to be held evident in his eyes.

Karl smiled and kissed Craig's forehead. "Just a quick trip to the bathroom, luv, be right back." True to his word, he was back after a couple minutes, and he slid under the covers next to Craig and pulled him back into his arms.

Craig settled back against Karl, turning his head so that Karl's breath ghosted over his cheek. "Thanks..."

A soft rumble shook Karl's chest as he chuckled. "Hell, I certainly enjoyed it. Thank YOU." He pulled the covers up over them. "Stay?" he whispered.

"Of course," Craig sighed, relaxing fully into Karl's arms. "You'd have to throw me out now..."

*****

THE END

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