One Night At Babylon

One Night At Babylon

Posted: November 25, 2005
Title: One Night at Babylon
Author: Sileya and Decadence
Fandom: Real Person Fiction
Type: RPS
Characters: Craig/Karl
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We don't know these GORGEOUS men, we only wish.
Beta: Salixbabylon
Summary: Craig is dragged to a club, and he ends up on a one-night stand with a gorgeous foreigner.

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Karl let the music flow through him, the flashing lights and moving bodies turning the dance floor into a visual wonderland. The thumping beat and tune were so loud it reverberated through him and possessed him, and he danced lost in the beat, moving against countless sweaty bodies. He opened his eyes to look up around the two-story club - men dancing everywhere. This was Babylon.

Craig followed Orlando into the club, letting the taller man drag him down to the bar and shove a beer in his hand before asking, "Why are we here again?"

Orlando merely smirked and waved his hand to encompass the club. "You have to ask? God, Craig...how long has it been since you got laid?"

Craig blushed and lowered his face. "It's not been that long..."

Orlando took hold of his face, lifting his eyes to meet Orlando's. "You need this, Craig. You need to get over it already and find someone to take his place."

Twisting and turning against the two bodies pressing to him, Karl just let the music control him. Hands slid over his bare arms, his tight tank top was soaked through even where it was tucked into his tight jeans. A pleased grin curved his lips as he shimmied against the man behind him. This was his way to get away. Now if he could only find someone to get away with...

Craig glowered as he leaned against the bar, watching the crowd sullenly. Orlando disappeared, taken somewhere by someone he seemed to know well. " Orlando?" He pouted at being left on his own, drowning his beer and slamming the bottle down onto the bar. Squaring his shoulders, he started to make his way across the crowded dance floor to the flight of stairs that would lead him to the upper level and to freedom. He was jostled around the dance floor, swatting away several pairs of hands until he found himself facing a tall man with lovely eyes and a shock of thick dark hair. Hands gripped his hips and he couldn't move. He could only stare.

Karl swung around, hips moving with the beat, and a man materialized from the dancing mass - he stopped right in front of Karl just as he opened his eyes, and Karl settled his hands on the other man's hips, pulling him closer to dance. Karl stood a few inches taller, easily, than the new arrival, who fit nicely against Karl's body, although he moved rather awkwardly at first, enough that Karl opened his eyes to look down and see what the problem was - and that was enough for him to pitch head first into shimmering blue eyes.

Craig was pulled closer by an invisible force. He smiled slightly, looking up at the stranger. "Hi." His voice was shy and shaky. "I was just leaving," he added, nodding toward the stairs that were right behind Karl. "I mean - before..."

The taller man leaned over to hear Craig, catching the word 'leaving' and pulling back to look at him with a half frown. Then he leaned down as he started swaying again to the music. "Dance with me," he said in Craig's ear, his accent a low rasp.

Craig registered the familiar accent, looking up at the fellow Kiwi with surprised eyes. "You're from Zid?" At the other man's nod, his smile spread once more. "Okay..." He leaned into the bigger body, letting it guide his movements, feeling comfortable immediately with this man. Whether it was the familiar accent or the pull of attraction he felt, he wasn't sure. He wasn't going to question it, either.

Surprised the man recognized his accent, Karl soon got back into the music, pulling Craig against him as they danced, letting the music take them over. Karl slid his hands over Craig's shoulders, down his back and to his hips, before sliding further to cup his arse and pull him even closer as they ground to the music. His shuttered eyes looked unfocused through thick lashes as he glanced down at Craig's face, the other man's eyes mostly closed as well.

Craig's conscience whispered that he should ignore the attraction...that he should leave now...but fuck it! He didn't want to leave. He felt desired in this man's arms. As he was pulled closer and the music changed to a low thump, he found himself rubbing his groin against the hard thigh pressed against him. The music ensnared him, taking him over and making him want to throw away all of his inhibitions. "I still want to leave," he whispered into the other man's ear as he pulled him down to lick at sweaty flesh.

Karl swallowed hard as he felt a hot tongue swipe along his ear. He was already hard, from the press of Craig's body against him, from the atmosphere - but the implication in Craig's words made Karl groan. He slid an arm about Craig's neck, cradling him close from behind as they danced, grinding his cock into his arse. "Where?" he rasped in Craig's ear. Hell if he was going to pass this up.

"My friend has a hotel room," he offered, "just across town...we can catch a taxi..." He didn't know what had come over him, but he was willing to let everything go to have one night with this man.

The taller man didn't even pause to think. He nodded and took Craig's hand, leading the way through the crowd up the stairs and toward the exit, flagging them a taxi almost immediately. The silence in the cab was deafening after the loud music. Karl turned to take a good look at his companion.

Craig smiled, offering a hand shyly. "Craig," he offered, shaking the large hand that was offered to him. In the relative quiet, he grew nervous. "I don't do this often," he murmured.

Karl raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Wouldn't think it was from lack of offers, mate," he rumbled quietly, lifting a hand to brush along Craig's cheekbone. "Why'd you dance with me, then? Not that I'm complaining."

"I didn't mean to," Craig answered honestly, "but something held me there...something is holding me here..." He lifted a hand to touch the other man's, curling his fingers around the fingers that caressed him. "What's your name?"

Karl smiled, the lopsided curve lifting one side of his mouth. "M'name's Karl." He pulled his hand from Craig's and slid it around Craig's waist instead, scooting him right up against Karl on the seat. "I can help out with that holding, if you don't mind," he murmured in Craig's ear, moving his lips to brush the nape of Craig's neck.

Craig shivered under the soft touch of lips against his overheated skin. "I'd like that very much," he admitted, surprised at himself for being so open with this man. "Karl," Craig repeated the name, "Lovely name, that..." Twisting in Karl's grip, his hand fell onto the same hard thigh he had rubbed against only moments ago, sneaking higher until his fingers brushed the hot bulge behind Karl's zipper.

Karl hummed in assent, the hand around Craig's waist delving into his waistband to touch the skin of his hip, his other hand moving to cover Craig's and press harder. "Oh, yeah, mate," Karl muttered in pleasure, lips moving back to Craig's ear and chin, kissing and licking lightly.

Encouraged by Karl's reaction, Craig's touch grew bolder, massaging gently even as his body turned more, his leg draping over Karl's thighs. He had no idea what possessed him to react to this man like he did, but he wasn't going to question it. For the first time in...in forever it seemed, he felt whole and complete again. Karl's fingers against his hip sent sparks over his nerve endings, making his cock swell inside his jeans.

Karl dipped his head to catch Craig's mouth, kissing him deeply as their hands moved over each other, exploring, teasing. He felt terribly hungry - and he thought Craig would be able to help. When the kiss broke, his heavier breathing echoed in Craig's ear. "Want you," Karl whispered. "Need you."

Feeling brave, Craig slid onto Karl's lap, hands moving to lace into the dark, thick hair that fringed the beautiful face of his soon-to-be lover and pull his head back so that his lips and throat were exposed. Bending low, he nipped at the prominent Adam's apple, teeth scraping up the neck until his lips covered Karl's. "I need this...you...so badly."

"Fuck, yes," Karl groaned, his hand sliding to Craig's hips, then into his waistband to grip at heated skin as he pulled Craig's groin against his, shifting like they were dancing again. "Are we there yet?" he breathed.

Craig ripped his lips from Karl's, glancing around dazedly as the cab pulled to a stop. "We're here." He stumbled out of the cab, tipping the cabby extravagantly before fishing in his pocket for the hotel key. Finding the key, he dragged Karl along behind him to the bank of elevators. Inside, he leaned on the reflective wall, watching Karl hungrily. "What will you do to me, Karl?" he asked, turned on and nervous at the same time.

Karl leaned back against the elevator wall opposite him. "First, I'll strip you down, kissing every bit of flesh I uncover. Then I intend to go down on the cock I felt in those jeans, and suck you until you're crazy and coming down my throat." His eyes glazed over as he stared at Craig. He took two steps closer, putting on hand on the wall over Craig's shoulder as he leaned close, practically whispering in his ear. "Next, I'll turn you over and turn you to mush while I rim you until you're sobbing my name. And finally, I'm gonna fuck you until the only thing you can remember is my touch and my cock."

Craig shivered under those dark eyes, Karl's words turning him to jelly on legs. His head fell back to rest against the wall when Karl stepped close, and his hands slid into the pockets of Karl's jeans, pulling him near enough to feel his body heat. "God, yes, Karl...I need that...I need it so much," he moaned. His hands squeezed the firm arse beneath the denim, wanting to feel flesh but too afraid to reveal any in this place.

Dropping his mouth to Craig's, Karl kissed him thoroughly, pulling back through the haze as the elevator dinged. "Where?" he asked for the second time tonight, taking Craig's hand.

"2217," Craig answered, pointing toward the door at the end of the hallway. He hurried along, pulling Karl behind him, afraid the other man would change his mind given half the chance. He swiped the key, pushing the door open and tugging Karl inside. "Home sweet hotel room," he drawled somewhat bitterly. "Better than home, actually. Impersonal...no reminders..." He shut up abruptly, turning to Karl. "That was quite an impressive list...I think we'd better get busy..."

Karl responded by pushing Craig up against the door and sealing his body against him, lips sliding from collarbone to ear. "You want me to stop anytime, you say so, yeah? I mean it." He pulled back to meet Craig's eyes, wanting to be sure of the other man's agreement, despite the insistent throbbing in his cock.

"Yeah," Craig agreed, breath stolen by the heat of Karl's lips on his skin. "I don't think that'll happen, but if I do want you to stop - I'll tell you..." His own hands fumbled with Karl's buttons, trying to rid the sexy man of the denim he wore like a second skin. He pushed impatiently at the tight fabric. "OFF!" he demanded loudly.

Chuckling, Karl unsnapped the fly of his jeans so Craig could push them over his hips. He was nude and hard underneath the soft, tight fabric. As Craig pushed the fabric down, Karl pulled the tank top over his head and tossed it to the floor before capturing Craig's face in his hands to kiss him deeply again.

Craig's hands ran over Karl's naked hips as they kissed. He pushed forward, walking them both back toward the bed. "Mmmm, sexy..." Craig murmured. His hands slipped to the front of Karl's body, finding hot, hard flesh. "Need this so badly..."

Only a low growl emanated from Karl's throat as he pressed his hips up into Craig's hands, gripping the other man as close as he could and sliding his mouth along the luscious curve of neck to suck at his collarbone. He let Craig walk him backward until his calves hit the mattress, then his hands moved to cup Craig's arse as he nipped at already swollen lips.

"Fuck me," Craig begged. "Make me forget everything else..." His hands grasped needily at Karl's body, feeling every inch of silky smooth skin.

Karl grabbed his chin and kissed him hard, bending him back as he ground their cocks together, his hand sliding into Craig's cleft, sweaty skin dragging against sweaty fingers as he pressed lightly at the small opening. He kicked his jeans the rest of the way off, then started one-handed on Craig's trousers, his lips traveling down to exposed skin.

Craig squirmed on the bed, crumpling the neatly made covers as Karl's lips journeyed down his body. He didn't know whether Orlando planned to come back to the room or not, but he sure was grateful that he had dragged him out to the club.

Putting his mouth to good use, Karl licked and nibbled at Craig's chest and nipples before sliding his tongue along his ribs and down toward now-bare skin. He pushed Craig's pants off and settled his mouth over a hipbone, sucking sharply and then kissing as his eyes flared at Craig's reaction.

Craig's hips bucked under Karl's mouth at the sharp nip and suction he experienced. "Oh god, Karl..." His hands threaded into that luxurious dark hair he had admired all night. Lifting his head, Craig glanced down the bed at Karl, watching those sinful lips move over his skin.

Karl raised his eyes as he moved his mouth to nip at the hard flesh of Craig's cock, lightly running his tongue up and down the heated skin, smiling as Craig groaned. He didn't wait long before sucking it into his mouth.

Craig's head fell back against the firm hotel mattress with a dull thump after watching Karl's lips wrap around him. His hands fisted in the sheets as his eyes rolled in his head. He's never had anything quite like this. It was good...so very fucking good. He heard his own voice whimpering faintly in the silence, broken only by the soft slurps of Karl's mouth. "Perfect..." he sighed, legs spreading further.

Humming slightly in agreement, Karl pressed against the sheets for some friction as he worked Craig's cock harder, sucking it deep into his throat and then retreating to lick lightly about the swollen head. Saliva and pre-come wet his chin and cheeks as he again met Craig's eyes with a smile, and he set to sucking with a purpose.

Craig watched with wide eyes as Karl sucked him at first messily, but then mercilessly. He lifted up on his elbows, eyes dilating as he watched Karl work at his cock. It was such a lusty sight that it almost made him come immediately. His hips bucked a little, even though he tried to still them. "Soon," he whispered, "too good, can't hold out."

Karl pulled his mouth off and pumped Craig's cock firmly, lowering his mouth to the tight balls nestled underneath, urging the other man to come with every slide of his hand, each press of his tongue on heated skin.

Craig whimpered at the loss of heat on his cock when Karl pulled away, but in the back of his mind, he understood the safety issue. His hips thrust into the hand three or four times and then he was coming, spilling onto Karl's hand and his own stomach. His hands returned to Karl's hair immediately, soothing and petting.

Karl rumbled happily and leaned back to reach for his jeans. He pulled a condom out of a pocked and slid it on deftly before returning to Craig. He trailed his fingers through Craig's come and slid them between Craig's legs, using the slick fluid to ease the way as he pressed a finger inside Craig's tight hole. "Still want that fucking?" he rasped, leaning over to kiss the other man.

Craig's arms twined around Karl's neck, not letting the other man go as he nibbled at those plump lips that just gave him so much pleasure. "YES!"

One blunt finger stretched Craig, then another. Karl took his time, soaking up all the sounds Craig made. Finally he pulled Craig's legs up on his shoulders and lined up his cock, the lubricated condom glistening where he pressed against the furled entrance. "Here I come, then, mate," Karl said, his eyes half closed as he felt Craig's warmth close tightly about him.

Craig could feel himself stretching around the considerable size of Karl's shaft. It was a pleasant burn that reminded him that he was alive. He opened his eyes to see that Karl was gazing at him. His hands slid down Karl's back to grasp at the muscular behind that was taut as Karl pushed inside him. "C'mon, Karl...I need you," he whined.

Karl grunted and thrust in, groaning as he sank deep. His hips started sliding back and forth as he worked further in, and then with a sigh, he paused, buried balls deep in Craig's heat. "Oh yeah, mate," Karl whispered before he pulled out and thrust back in, hard.

Craig yelped at the hard thrust, the sound turning into a low, plaintive groan as the head of Karl's cock dragged over his prostate. "Ungh...you're fuckin' good at this, Karl," he half-laughed, half-moaned. "More..."

A pleased smile formed on Karl's face and he repeated the motions, soon groaning and letting his eyes fall shut as he started an even rhythm before picking up speed, pressing Craig down into the mattress.

Craig could feel his cock hardening again, the assault on his prostate arousing him quicker than he'd ever been aroused before. "Harder..."

Karl sucked in a deep breath and complied, his hands gripping Craig's hips tightly as he thrust harder and faster, the slapping of their skin now loud in the room echoing with fast panting and groans. A rivulet of sweat slid from Karl's forehead to fall to Craig's belly. "Good, yeah?" he managed to get out between breaths.

"So...fucking...great..." Craig gasped as his breath was pushed from him with each thrust. "Just a little more..."

A long moan ripped from Karl's chest as he squeezed his eyes shut and continued to pound his hips against Craig's, head tilting back as he lost himself in the swell of pleasure.

Craig's orgasm crashed upon him so quickly that he couldn't even warn Karl he was coming. His body tightened and convulsed, back bowing with the forceful release of pleasure. "Aaah!" he shouted, his voice echoing over the sound of their bodies meeting.

Karl gasped and held onto Craig as much as he could, thrusting in a couple more times as the squeezing muscles pushed him over the edge. He came on a sharp exhalation of breath, each spurt with another slower thrust, his breaths almost soft cries before, shaking, he pulled out and collapsed down to his elbows, lowering Craig's legs.

Craig lay spread on the bed, aching legs falling as Karl released them, head turned, eyes closed, breathing rough and fast. He couldn't believe he just done what he did...that he allowed some random guy from a club to fuck him. God, it had felt good.

With another gasp, Karl pushed himself up the bed to fall at Craig's side, damp all over with perspiration, his chest still heaving. How choice, he thought dazedly. I certainly lucked out tonight.

Craig opened his eyes to see Karl beside him. Unsure of one-night stand protocol, he offered, "There's a nice tub - or a shower if you like..."

Karl opened dazed green eyes to look at Craig, and he smiled lopsidedly. "Thanks, mate," he rasped. "You want to join me?"

Craig blushed furiously, unsure of himself now that the lights and music were gone and the arousal had been sated. "You don't mind?"

Rolling over and off the bed, Karl pulled off the condom and rolled it up in one hand before quirking that half smile again to Craig. "Wouldn't have offered if I minded, mate. Wouldn't mind spending some more time touching you."

A thrill shivered over Craig's skin and he was out of the bed before he realized it. He found himself following Karl's lovely arse into the bathroom, gathering towels for them both.

Karl turned on the shower, twisting the hot water spigot until steam billowed. He stepped in the shower and sighed happily as the water beat down on his tense shoulders.

Craig eyed Karl through the steamy glass, finally stepping in behind him and sliding his hand across broad, wet shoulders. He lowered his lips to kiss the indention of Karl's back between his shoulder blades. At the pleasant taste, he braced both hands on the strong shoulders, kissing a trail up the knobby spine.

With a soft sigh, Karl placed his hands on the wall in front of him and slid them up to stretch his arms, his back bowing in as he felt Craig's lips. He practically purred as the water poured down on them.

Craig slid his hands around Karl's body, his skin slipping easily against Karl's wet flesh. His fingers traced well-defined muscles and teased pert nipples. "So sexy..."
Karl looked over his shoulder back at Craig, the water catching in droplets in his hair and on his eyelashes. He shrugged, obviously at a bit of a loss. "Just me, is all," he murmured, pushing his arse back against Craig.

Craig lowered himself, lips tracing down the smooth skin of Karl's back until he faced that delicious arse. He spread the cheeks carefully, looking up to gauge Karl's reaction as his tongue darted out to touch that hidden place.

His head snapped around and Karl looked down with wide, surprised eyes. "I...uh...you...uh.." he mumbled before his eyes slid shut. "Fuck me with your tongue, if you want. I promise I'm clean," Karl said as his whole body quivered.

Craig smiled sweetly up at Karl before dipping his head lower. He'd only done this for one person before...ever. He lapped at the furled opening, letting the shower help lubricate the delicate skin. Pointing his tongue, he darted it inside the dark opening, moaning at the musky taste of his lover. His lover. He smiled at the thought.

A low, tortured moan echoed in the shower as Karl leaned his forehead forward against the cool tile, pushing his arse back toward that devil's tongue. "Fuck me..." he swore in a whisper, his cock already stiff again, and throbbing.

Pressing his face forward, Craig pushed his tongue in and out of the loosening muscle, pushing deep inside Karl. His hand slid around Karl's hip, fisting the lovely cock that filled him so beautifully earlier.

Karl moaned aloud, desperately, hands clenching on the wall as he shook all over. "Holy hell," he whispered, his hips starting to move back in rhythm as he started to fuck himself on Craig's tongue as much as he could.

Craig brought his other hand to Karl's arse, slipping his thumb in alongside his tongue as his fingers massaged the tight sacs that had pulled up against Karl's body. He wanted Karl to come undone under his hands...to show the man as much pleasure as he was shown.

This time it was a helpless cry wrenched from his throat as his knees threatened to give out before he regained his balance. Karl threw his head back and his breathing hitched as his muscles tightened all over in one shaking moment, then with a soft exhale of breath he came, his cock pumping fluid out in thick streams to hit the wall in front of him and drip over Craig's hand.

Craig kissed at the clenching hole one last time before making his way slowly up Karl's back to embrace the trembling man. He was almost sad as the thick fluid washed from his hand under the flow of the shower. Leaning back against the opposite wall, Craig reached for the shampoo, lathering his own hair as he watched Karl regain his composure.

Karl spent a couple long minutes just regaining his breath before he reached out and gently pulled Craig into his arms, settling his lips at Craig's temple and holding him for long moments before kissing his forehead softly. "Thanks."

"I should be thanking you," Craig shot back quickly. "I'd...I'd not done that for so long that...well..."

Lifting a finger, Karl placed it against Craig's lips to quiet him, and then lowered his head to replace his finger with soft lips in a gentle kiss. "It was great."

When Karl pulled away, Craig smiled again. "Thanks." He looked up at Karl through his lashes. "Could - would you stay with me tonight? Just sleep..."

Karl slid his arms around Craig's waist, moving his mouth to the curl of his ear. "Only if I get breakfast," he murmured with a slight smile, gently kneading Craig's arse.

Craig's smile could have lit up the entire room. "I'll let you have your choice of the breakfast menu...breakfast in bed even," he promised readily.

Karl chuckled. "I got all I need here," he murmured, cuddling Craig close as he tried to stifle a yawn.

Craig kissed Karl's neck, gently marring the perfect skin. "C'mon," he tugged Karl toward the bedroom, flipping off lights as Karl settled into the wide bed. Climbing into bed beside Karl, Craig felt more complete than he had in ages. "G'night," he whispered, yawning and stretching under the sheets.

Humming quietly in agreement, Karl reached out and pulled Craig close up against his chest and curled around him. "Night." he murmured.

*****

THE END

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