When Teasing Turns To More

When Teasing Turns To More

Posted: September 22, 2006
Title: When Teasing Turns to More
Author: Sileya and Decadence
Fandom: Real Person Fiction
Type: RPS
Characters: Craig/Karl
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We don’t know them, and we don’t claim to. We just like their faces and names.

Summary: Craig takes an exhausted Karl home one night and is unable to hide his feelings any longer.

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Riding into the stables, Karl was doing well to even stay on the horse. Another 12 hours of training and fighting on horseback. And although he loved riding, right now he didn’t want to see a horse again for the next 10 days. Or armor. Or swords. Sticking his tongue out at himself, he sighed as the horse came to a stop, and he contemplated whether he could dismount and stand or if he’d fall right onto his ass.

Craig leaned against the patched rail fence, watching lazily as Karl headed in for the night. He’d come to see if his friend needed a ride home after hearing about the flat tire that had almost made him late for work this morning. Seeing the weariness and sluggishness of the tall Kiwi, Craig frowned slightly. When the horse came to a stop near him, he reached for the reins. “Need help getting off?”

Tiredly turning his head, Karl looked at Craig with pathetically grateful eyes. “Aw, Craig, man, am I glad to see you,” he said, pulling off the heavy helm and handing it to him rather than dropping it. “I could use the help, and I’m not too proud to accept it.”

Craig hung the helm on the fence before moving around the old boards to reach his hands up to Karl. Gratefully clasping Craig’s hands, Karl steadied himself and swung down from the horse, staggering slightly as he hit the ground. He groaned, resting for a moment against Craig’s solid weight as he got his balance. “I am absolutely beat.”

Eyeing Karl critically, Craig agreed with a nod. “You look horrible. Maybe I should just take you straight home and put you in a bath before sending some Chinese your way when I leave.” His hands lingered on Karl’s waist long after the other man had caught his balance. He told himself that he was only trying to make sure Karl was safely on the ground, but an inner voice contradicted him, teasing him about crushing on Karl in a singsong voice. He winced at the sound of the voice, and then winced again at even being able to HEAR the inner voice.

“Baaaath,” Karl drew out mournfully. “Chineeeeese.” He chuckled tiredly, obviously giddy with exhaustion. “You must love me,” he said as he grabbed his helm and started out of the stables with Craig’s help. Silently, even exhausted, Karl knew he was flapping his lips too much, too close to something he’d love to be real, but he knew better. But right now, it was easier to be silly and have silly hopes.

Craig wrapped his arm solidly around Karl’s waist as they marched out of the stable. “Of course I love you,” he joked, “you’re my best girl, right?” That earned him a weak swat on the shoulder, and he retaliated by letting his hand drop to squeeze Karl’s arse teasingly.

“Sure thing.” Karl snorted, kidding around as they usually did in their weird dog-and-pony show. Only some time ago during the filming, Karl had stopped joking. After breaking off his longtime relationship with Natalie and playing the field a short time, he’d discovered he longed for more - a steady friendship, a handsome lover - and Craig more than fit the bill. Plus he loved the guy already, his sense of humor, his strong shoulders, his honest friendship. Karl sighed as they walked to wardrobe so he could ditch the armor.

Pushing Karl into capable hands, Craig joked with the girls. “If you need any help getting him naked, you let me know...” As Karl was transformed back to his normal self, Craig flipped through a magazine, idly listening to the chatter of the wardrobe assistants as they talked about Karl’s body.

Karl bit his lip after Craig’s comment, and if he were any more tired, he would have blushed. As it was, his cock took notice, but then that just gave the girls something to be flattered over. He sighed as the heavy weight came off...and his cock sprang up. The girls snickered. “What can I say, you’re a lovely group of gals,” Karl drawled, though obviously troweling it on thick.

Hearing Karl’s hoarsely spoken explanation, Craig called, “Is he trying to pick you up again, Cindy? I thought Tom had threatened his male parts if he tried that again...”

Ignoring the girls’ cackles, Karl turned and deliberately stuck out his tongue at Craig. “What? I can’t even get in some harmless practice? Not like I have time or energy for anything else!” The girls apologetically sympathized and cooed.

Craig rolled his eyes and snorted before lifting the magazine to hide his face. Truth was, his eyes had lingered too long on the exposed body of his friend, causing a similar reaction in his own body. He coughed, muttering, “Don’t flirt too hard. I’d hate it if you sprained something...”

Eyes narrowing, Karl studied Craig, noting that he seemed uncomfortable. “You just like my flirting style, don’t you? Need some lessons, Parker? I’m not too bad, am, I girls?” Chuckling and nodding, the girls just kept working, indulging Karl’s joking.

“I don’t need tips on how to pick up women, Karl,” Craig explained patiently, as if talking to a child. “You’ve known for years that my tastes have been more of the male persuasion. If you can help me pick up a hot guy, I’ll listen. Otherwise, save it for the ladies.” He laughed at Karl’s surprised expression. “But that leaves me to wonder, if you can pick up guys, why haven’t you hit on me yet?” He lifted an eyebrow in amusement.

Left to stare at Craig as the girls practically died laughing, Karl just shook his head, meeting his friend’s eyes and then rolling his. “I guess I just missed what was right under my nose, didn’t I?” he finally said, eliciting more snickers from the wardrobe ladies.

Lifting his eyebrows in an unspoken challenge, Craig answered, “Maybe,” before lifting his magazine once more. Speaking casually, he added, “Maybe we’ll find out when I take you home tonight.”

The girls cat-called, then shrieked with laughter when one of them pointed out Karl’s blush. Conceding the round to Craig, Karl ducked behind the screen to finish getting undressed and redressed since all the armor and wig were off now. Once in the relative safety, he drew a shaky breath. Craig’s just egging you on, he reminded himself. He’s not serious...no matter how much you want it.

Craig took the opportunity of Karl’s absence to wipe at the sweat that had gathered on his brow. Rising from the comfort of the chair, he adjusted his jeans carefully, blushing when the girls laughed at him for ... well … being interested.

Karl pulled on his clothes, hearing the girls laugh at Craig for something else, and then gathering his courage, he sauntered back out. “Ladies, another wonderful time, I thank you,” he said with a bow.

Craig opened the door, standing in the early evening breeze as he watched Karl charm the girls. He stepped out as Karl followed him, waiting until they were near his car before observing, “The girls love you.”

“They’re great gals,” Karl said with a tired smile. “They enjoy my bullshit, and they know it’s bullshit. So it’s fun.” He walked slowly alongside Craig. “They love you, too, you know. Craig this, Craig that, I hear a lot of mornings.”

“How about you?” Craig teased. “I already professed my love for you, and I’ve yet to hear you return the sentiment. I don’t think you’ll be getting into my pants with that kind of attention.”

Karl’s throat closed as words leapt to his lips, words he knew better than to say because Craig would just interpret them as more joking. Instead, he slung his arm around Craig’s neck and pulled his head down into an arm lock that was half hug. “You know I love you, man,” he said with a put-on smile. “You just let me know what I have to do to show it.” Ruefully he figured he shouldn’t have added that last bit, but...he was an optimist.

Craig’s breath caught in his chest at Karl’s words. If only, he thought. Instead, he whined, “You’re mussing my hair! Leggo!”

Karl cackled and clutched Craig closer, moving his other hand to sink it into the other man’s soft hair, deliberately messing it up.

Craig slid out of Karl’s grip, straightening as he joked, “Nobody gives me ‘just been fucked’ hair without the fucking, Urban. You owe me...”

Stunned and blinking for just a moment, Karl came up with a swift rejoinder since he knew Craig was just joking around, as usual. “You just let me know when you’re ready, if you think you can handle me, Parker,” Karl ribbed, shoving his hands in his pockets as they kept walking to the car park. “I’ll be sure and pay up.”

“I’ll be sure and let you know...” Craig promised, wondering if he’d ever be able to work up the courage to ask Karl to do it. Instead, he pressed the buttons on his key fob, lights flashing on the compact he drove. “Since you’re too tired to do it tonight,” he added as an afterthought.

“Very kind of you,” Karl said, sketching a bow before he collapsed into the car. “Home, my good man,” he said expansively, hand waving nonchalantly at the window. Inside, he felt like crying. He didn’t want to tease anymore. He didn’t want to play anymore. He wanted to be held. And loved. Closing his eyes, Karl sighed deeply.

Craig noticed the heavy sigh and made a split decision. Heading toward the market, he told Karl to wait in the car. Once inside the building, he called in a food order on his mobile as he searched for some fresh fruit, chocolate and wine. Several long moments later, he deposited his purchases in the back seat of the small car and slid back into the driver’s seat. Dropping a rose on Karl’s lap, he blushed in the near darkness. “Just so you can tell yourself someone loves you.”

Sleepy and surprised, Karl gawked at the rose. He slowly reached to pick it up by the stem, raising it to inhale its sweet scent. He was quiet a long time as the car moved again, and he knew he couldn’t joke. Not this time. “Thank you,” he said meaningfully, staring at the bloom.

“You’re welcome,” Craig answered whole-heartedly as he pulled into the car park of the Chinese restaurant. “Give me a moment or two, and we’ll be well on the way to your hot bath and Chinese food,” he promised. Retrieving the food, it wasn’t long until they were on the way to Karl’s flat again. Craig carried everything, leaving Karl nothing but the rose to carry as they walked up the single flight of stairs to the small home Karl dwelled in.

Quiet and thoughtful, Karl followed Craig up the stairs, rose in one hand, keys in the other. He opened the door and let the other man in, then stepped inside as well, closing the door behind him and leaning back on it, still looking at the rose. “Someone loves me,” Karl whispered, wishing hard that it were true.

Craig dropped the bags on the small table in Karl’s kitchen, not missing Karl’s comment. He turned at that moment, watching the other man leaning tiredly against the door. Maybe it was the fatigue that made him look that way, but Karl looked so forlorn that Craig went to him, wrapping his arms around his friend and hugging him tightly. He held him for a few moments, wishing he could comfort him in other ways as well.

Karl drew in a slow, ragged breath, the ache in his chest almost unbearable as he found himself wrapped in the strong comfort of Craig’s arms. Dropping all pretense, he clung tightly to his friend, just needing to be close.

Turning his head, Craig pressed his lips to Karl’s hair, just behind his ear. He inhaled the smell of sweat and maleness that permeated Karl’s being. His arms tightened, breath hitching as he moved closer than friendship allowed.

Biting his lip, Karl whimpered deep in his chest, almost silently, burrowing closer with an unspoken need. His arms wound tightly around Craig’s waist and the closer Craig moved, the more Karl wanted.

Hand settling behind Karl’s neck, Craig’s thumb moved slowly over the expanse of flesh beneath the shaggy, dark hair. He moved again, lips brushing against the delicate shell of Karl’s ear. “Ooops,” he breathed, just before repeating the action again, letting his lips linger for a longer period of time.

Eyes fluttering shut, Karl’s knees felt weak. “Ooops?” he asked at a whisper, unwilling to let the other man go. He knew it was weak...but he just...needed this. Needed Craig.

“No?” Craig breathed, lips opening around Karl’s earlobe, tongue flicking out to taste.

“No?” Karl echoed, shivering slightly under Craig’s tongue, his voice weak and questioning.

Smiling, Craig turned Karl, walking him back toward the bathroom, unwilling to let go for even a moment. When they entered the small room, he reached blindly for the taps, flicking the switch to plug the drain before reaching back to Karl again. His hands moved, deftly unbuttoning Karl’s shirt, realizing that the hold they had on each other had already changed this from a mere act of friendship to something much deeper.

Still clutching the rose, Karl stood as Craig started to undress him as the hot water ran and the steam billowed. A tiny bit of his sense of humor surfaced. “Baaaaath...” he said desperately, trying to look as pitiful as possible.

Sliding the shirt down to Karl’s elbows, Craig chuckled, taking the rose from his hand and nudging it between his parted lips as the shirt fell off and puddled on the floor. Humming approvingly at the site of a dark Karl Urban in jeans, boots and with a rose between his teeth, Craig settled his hand on the waist of said jeans. “You’ll have your bath, my pretty one.”

Raising an eyebrow, Karl held the stem between his lips as Craig kept undressing him. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into Craig tonight - maybe just sympathy for a friend - but he wasn’t going to squander his good luck. He stood still and looked at the other man with luminous eyes.

Craig unzipped the jeans, dropping to his knees as he lifted first one foot and then the other to remove Karl’s shoes before tugging at the bottom hem of the heavy denim. Looking up at Karl’s eyes, Craig was sure it was the growing humidity in the room that made them seem to shine.

Karl could feel all the exhaustion catching up to him, and he figured it must be tired delusions that made him think he saw some flicker of desire in Craig’s eyes. Still, he made no move to drop the rose, and he stepped out of his boots and jeans as Craig pulled them away, leaving him in his boxers.

Craig dared to slide his hands up Karl’s legs, letting his thumbs wander just beneath the hem of the other man’s boxers before rising. Taking the rose from Karl’s mouth, he traced it gently between the Kiwi’s well-defined pecs. “The bath should be ready. I’ll fix the food while you bathe, if you like.”

Just watching Craig’s lips move, Karl nodded slowly, though he didn’t exactly hear what he’d agreed to. He was too busy watching Craig, memorizing his face, listening to his voice. He shuddered when the soft rose petals caressed his skin.

Karl shivered, sending goosebumps across the evenly tanned skin. Unable to help himself, Craig leaned forward, pressing his lips to the textured flesh at the base of Karl’s throat. Karl sucked in a deep breath of surprise, frozen, but he didn’t move after he clutched Craig’s shoulders. He moaned softly, dropping his head so that his lips burrowed into Craig’s hair.

At what he took to be tentative encouragement, Craig’s mouth opened, tasting the salty skin willingly and longingly. One hand remained firmly pressed against Karl’s chest, holding the rose, while the other one ran teasingly along the inside of Karl’s forearm, hoping to draw more of the delicious shivers from the other man.

His harsh breaths echoed in his ears, just as loud as the water pouring into the tub, and Karl choked on a soft cry as Craig’s soft touch sent a jolt through him. He moaned, biting his lower lip as he inhaled the other man’s scent. Dreaming...he must be dreaming...in the tub, maybe, he thought crazily.

Craig lifted lust-dazed eyes, finding Karl’s own eyes darkened with some emotion he couldn’t identify. He stepped back. “You need to bathe. I’ll be back after you get into the tub.” Walking out of the loo was the hardest thing he’d done in his life, but he needed a moment to let both Karl and himself decide whether this was what they wanted.

Karl wanted so much to cling to Craig and not let him go, he almost cried. But he was frozen in place, watching him go, and the sound of the water filtered through. Almost numb with exhaustion but fascinated by the prickling arousal Craig inspired in him, Karl shucked his boxers and climbed into the steaming water, shutting off the taps and lying back with a heartfelt groan.

Craig plated the food, pouring them each a glass of wine before cleaning and slicing the fruit and adding it to the table. Heading back to the loo, he stopped at the door, pressing his forehead against the cool surface for a moment before opening it once more and stepping inside.

Lulled into relaxation by the heated water, Karl floated in mind and body, still confused about Craig’s attentions, but not able to really focus on it. When the door opened, he lazily opened his eyes.

Karl’s dark eyes opened and lit on him, turning Craig’s blood to fire. He approached the relaxed man, kneeling at the edge of the tub. “ Bath okay? Need any help?”

All sorts of responses ran through Karl’s mind, and he unconsciously licked his lower lip as he tried to decide how daring to be - if this were indeed real and not a dream, that is. “I always need your help, Craig,” he said openly, vulnerable.

Craig moved to the head of the tub, near Karl, and reached across to the shelf, stretching across the other man’s body as he retrieved the soap and loofah. He poured the thick gel onto the rough sponge, letting his eyes meet Karl’s as his left hand began spreading bubbles over the wet, tanned skin.

Remaining quiet, Karl let Craig slowly wash him, moving his arms as indicated, then leaning forward so the other man could wash his back. His eyes closed again as he leaned forward on his knees, just relaxing.

Dropping the sponge, Craig let his hands wander down the slick expanse of Karl’s back, fingers pressing into tense muscles. Karl’s groan was deep and followed by a short whimper as still-tight muscles gave under Craig’s hands.

“Feel good?” Craig asked in a husky voice.

“Yeah,” Karl rasped. “Please...don’t stop,” he asked, voice strained.

Relying on Karl to tell him when enough was enough, he massaged harder, lower, until finally, his hands rested on Karl’s bottom. He ran slick fingers over the warm flesh, fingertips grazing the crease of the sexy arse. “I want...” he started, biting his tongue as his cock made his desire more readily known.

Karl slowly raised his head, staring ahead, feeling Craig’s hands on him. “Yeah?” he asked quietly, glad his aroused cock was hidden between his upraised knees and belly, out of sight.

As soon as Karl’s head lifted, Craig had the other man’s face framed between his hands, turning it toward his own, demanding access as his lips opened over Karl’s.

Desperate, Karl sank into Craig’s kiss, his lips opening, hot and soft, giving under his friend’s mouth. He raised dripping hands to cover Craig’s, then slid them into his hair, just wanting to be close again. He wasn’t aware of the whimpers that tore from him as he kissed Craig back.

Pushing closer, a button on Craig’s shirt popped free as it scraped the edge of the tub. It skittered away unnoticed as hot water ran in rivulets down Craig’s neck from Karl’s wet hands where they rested in his hair. He couldn’t breathe...didn’t care to breathe even, being happy in what was happening, but far from satisfied. He opened his mouth wider, tongue pushing past Karl’s lips to taste him.

Gasping against hot lips, Karl leaned forward and closer, exhaustion and want and loneliness blending into desire and tenderness. He could feel the warm water lapping around him and coursing off his arms, but all he did was pull Craig closer, hungrily.

Hands slipping, Craig ended up elbow-deep in the water, the wetness breaking the spell somewhat, and he pulled away. He stole a couple more light kisses before sitting back on his heels, shifting uncomfortably as the tight denim of his jeans failed to give over his raging erection. “Wow,” he mumbled, looking dazed.

“Wow,” Karl echoed softly, staring at the other man’s bright eyes, hands shaking slightly as he pulled them from Craig’s hair. “Um...?” he blinked, not sure what to do.

Craig stood, reaching for a towel before reaching for Karl. “Eat first, play later,” he reprimanded gently.

It struck Karl as unfair enough that he stuck his lower lip out and actually pouted, looking up at Craig with large eyes.

“At least get out of the tub? I can’t bend that well, and there’s not enough room for us both...” He reached out and traced Karl’s lower lip, smiling at the cute pout.

Grinning slightly, Karl nodded and stood up, water streaming, exposing his hardened cock as he held a hand out for the towel.

Craig held the towel just out of reach, staring at Karl’s well-sculpted body. He blushed as he realized his eyes focused on one...region. He handed the towel over, expression growing sheepish and guilty.

Karl’s lips quirked as he noticed Craig noticing him. “You can look, I don’t mind. Actually, I’m kinda hoping you’ll do more than look,” he said as he swiped at the worst of the water on his skin.

Craig reached out and took the towel from Karl’s hands, helping the other man step from the tub as he let his hands, hindered only by the soft terrycloth, roam the body in front of him. “You’re beautiful,” he gushed, really meaning it.

Blinking, Karl couldn’t think of a word to say. His lips opened, then closed, and he just shook his head. “I hear that all the time, you know, from the girls, from women...but I never expected to hear it from you,” he finished quietly.

“Is the sentiment different when it comes from me?” Craig asked, wondering if it bothered Karl to know a man thought he was sexy.

Unsure how to answer, Karl reached forward, caught Craig’s chin with the palm of his hand and leaned forward to kiss him tenderly. When he pulled back, his eyes blazed. “It means a hell of a lot more to me,” he murmured.

At the admission, Craig stepped forward again, closer to Karl’s damp body. He offered his lips for another kiss, loving and already craving the way he felt when Karl claimed his lips.

Karl knew he was trembling as he kissed Craig again, but he couldn’t help it. He had no idea this was even possible - but he knew he wanted Craig for more than just a whirlwind night of hot sex. Dropping the towel, he eased his arms around the other man and kissed him gently.

Craig moved into the embrace, sparing a thought to mentally curse the thin barrier of his own clothing between them. Karl’s lips were soft and full, the taste of his mouth musky and spicy and addictive. Before he realized what had happened, his hands were on Karl’s bottom, pulling him closer.

Melting into Craig’s embrace, Karl felt a slow burn take residence inside him, a hungering want as he was pulled close. He couldn’t focus on any one thought other than the way Craig tasted - and that he wanted more. The whimpering moan in his throat came unnoticed.

Swallowing Karl’s needy moan, Craig turned them again, moving toward the door, but ending up pressed against the doorframe as he misjudged the difference. He laughed throatily, murmuring, “Maybe this is a sign we should eat first...”

Opening his eyes, Karl saw the humor in Craig’s eyes and smiled, chuckled, and nodded. “All right. Let me get some shorts, yeah?” he murmured, stealing another quick kiss before moving away.

Lips lingering on Karl’s, Craig didn’t want to let go, but he realized he needed to. “I’d just as soon skip the meal, but I know you have to be famished.”

Grinning, Karl winked at Craig. “So I am irresistible, huh?” he asked as he dug into the bureau in search of shorts.

Following Karl and tilting his head to better appreciate the lovely view, Craig coughed slightly. “That’s one way of saying it...”

Karl frowned in question as he glanced over his shoulder. “What?”

Craig leaned casually - or at least he hoped he looked casual - against the doorframe. “Could say I’d been wanting this for a while...that the sight of you makes me want you in that bed,” he nodded toward the queen-size, “instead of in the kitchen.”

Pulling on his shorts and pausing in his search for a T-shirt, Karl turned to look at Craig with a silly grin on his face. “You have? Been wanting this...wanting me...for awhile?” He looked tickled beyond belief. And he was, almost unbelievably so.

“God, yes, I’ve been wanting this for forever, seems,” Craig laughed nervously. “But Karl - you always have girls hanging around...like in costuming today...I wasn’t sure you’d be interested.”

Growing serious, Karl looked at Craig evenly. “If it were any other guy, I’d say no. I’ve never felt this way...toward a guy at all. But you...” he shook his head. “Something about you makes me crazy,” he admitted with a little purr in his voice.

Craig straightened a little at the admission, lifting an eyebrow. “Is that right?” He walked slowly across the room, approaching the taller Kiwi. “Forget the shirt...I want to look at you as we eat.”

Ego boosted once again, Karl’s lips turned up in a grin, and his eyes sparkled. “Look all you want,” he invited. “As long as I can do the same.”

Hands dropping to the buttons of his own shirt, Craig teased, “Shall I lose the shirt and jeans as well?”

Karl leaned back against the bureau and crossed his arms, looking his fill. “You won’t hear a protest from me, luv,” he replied with a grin.

Craig undid the buttons slowly, frowning and looking down as he realized he’d lost a button. He shrugged, figuring Karl was worth the sacrifice of his favorite shirt. The shirt fell to the floor, leaving Craig feeling bare as he unfastened his jeans, toeing his shoes off as the heavy denim hit the floor as well.

Smile growing bigger the more skin he could see, Karl couldn’t believe his luck. “Gorgeous,” he murmured as he stepped forward and stole another kiss. “And I’m not gonna touch you, cause if I do, I won’t stop, and I’m about to expire from hunger.” He grabbed Craig’s hand and pulled him along to the kitchen.

Following along behind Karl, Craig linked his fingers through the other man’s, sighing at how right the action felt. In the kitchen, he shivered as he sat on the cool surface of one of the chairs. “Everything’s set out and ready. All we need to do is enjoy, I guess...” he blushed, hoping he didn’t seem over-eager.

Karl grabbed a fork and a white carton, digging right in. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I was starved,” he said through his first mouthful. “Go ahead, eat,” he prompted, heading to the fridge. “Want something to drink?”

Craig tapped the wineglass sitting on the table. “Wine too refined for big manly man who needs beer?” he asked in a teasing voice.

Sticking out his tongue, Karl lifted a large bottle of water. “Need to hydrate after today,” he explained, toting it back to the table.

“We elves have the luxury of staying hydrated,” Craig preened, lifting his eyebrow in a purely Haldir manner. Taking a sip of the wine, he swirled it in his mouth. “Delicious...but not as tasty as you are.”

Karl snickered as he sat back down and started eating again. “Tasty, am I? Big, sweaty man like me?”

Nodding decidedly, Craig explained, “Much more tasty than fruity wine.” He took a bite of lo mein. “Much more tasty than a bunch of limp noodles.” He pretended to reconsider, “You’re not as limp as a noodle, are you?” he teased.

His eyes having been raking over Craig’s bared torso, Karl almost choked on his moo goo gai pan. “Ah, no. Not limp at all, luv,” he answered, cheeks flushing slightly.

Craig smirked at the reaction the teasing question had garnered. “Good...good...” He was silent as he finished eating, draining his wineglass before clearing the table. He set the tray of fruit in the refrigerator for later. Finally, he turned and leaned against the sink, feeling slightly silly in only his boxers, but senses demanding he watch the other man.

Finishing up the bag of crab rangoon, Karl sighed gustily and leaned back, stretching. “Fat and sassy,” he groaned as his back cracked.

Stepping behind Karl, Craig ran his hands down from shoulders to waist over the perfectly sculpted chest. “Not fat, but I’ll give you sassy,” he breathed, tongue touching Karl’s earlobe once more.

A lusty breath left Karl’s chest, and he reached up behind himself to curl his arms around Craig’s neck. “Sassy for you, luv,” he murmured, turning up his lips.

Craig met Karl’s lips readily, the fact that they were facing opposite directions meaning nothing to him. In fact, the texture of their tongues as they kissed deeply was highly sensual, filling Craig’s entire body with feelings of lust and need and want.

A growl rumbled in Karl’s chest. Now that his stomach’s hunger was sated, he wanted to ease his body and mind. “Want you,” he whispered against those wet, sweet lips, feeling his cock harden with a twitch.

Craig pulled Karl’s chair back from the table, swinging around to straddle the other man’s lap. “Want you, too,” he replied, moaning as his hardening cock met Karl’s through barriers of cotton.

Wrapping his arms around Craig’s waist, Karl pulled him close, groaning as they hitched their groins against one another. “Aww, fuck, you feel incredible,” he muttered, tilting his head against the back of the chair.

Unwilling to let Karl escape, Craig grasped his head and kissed him again, lifting himself slightly to meet the turned head. His groin rubbed insistently against Karl’s belly.

Whimpering into Craig’s mouth, Karl clutched him close with one arm, the other hand wandering, feeling the muscled, sweaty skin, gripping and memorizing. When he reached the waistband of the boxers, his fingers dipped inside along Craig’s waist, stroking below the cloth.

“Mmmm,” Craig hummed, loving the feel of Karl’s hands on his skin. “More...”

Gasping for a breath, Karl slid both hands under the cloth, touching and rubbing, sliding along the firm ass he’d admired, flitting along the crease of his thigh to where his heated flesh bobbed, sliding along his swollen length with admiring fingers.

Craig’s eyes rolled and closed as his head fell back at the pleasure Karl’s fingers brought him. He sat back heavily on Karl’s thighs, back resting against the table edge as his own hands quested blindly toward Karl’s crotch. He hooked his fingers beneath the elastic band, pulling the soft boxers out and down, finally bringing his eyes back down to study and admire as he touched Karl intimately for the first time.

Karl felt so flushed and aroused by this simple touching that he wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle full-on sex. Gasping slightly as Craig’s fingers closed around him, he started stroking the other man’s hot flesh evenly, his eyes narrowed to slits as he watched them pleasure each other.

Craig’s eyes flitted from Karl’s cock up to his face and then back again. The dusky flesh hardened further in his hands, filling his grip perfectly and making him long to be filled in other places. As Karl touched him, he gasped and cooed, small sighs falling from his lips as his body tightened and released as small waves of pleasure rolled over him.

Groaning and arching up into Craig’s hands, Karl winced as his back ached. “Bed...bed...” he urged, reaching for Craig’s face to steal another kiss.

Craig kissed Karl deeply several times before managing to remove himself from Karl’s lap and stretch languidly. Looking down at himself, he giggled at the VERY obvious tent in his boxers. “Bed sounds good.”

Karl chuckled and stood as well, ignoring the mess on the table and grabbing Craig’s hand, pulling him back to the bedroom just like he’d done the opposite not too long before. He paused at the bedside, looking at the other man. “I can’t believe this is happening.” he said, his voice tinged with wonder.

Reaching out to touch Karl as if he almost believed this were a dream, Craig echoed the sentiment. He sat on the bed, fiddling nervously for a moment before rising and pushing his boxers down and off. He pushed at Karl’s bedclothes, folding them down before sliding backwards to rest in the middle of the bed.

Watching, enthralled, Karl soon followed suit, shucking the boxers and crawling in after Craig, not stopping as he climbed over the other man’s body and literally laid atop him, pressing their heated skin together.

Craig scooted down beneath Karl’s body, settling deeply in the pillows before placing his hands on Karl’s hips. His thumbs rubbed wonderingly over the smooth flesh that stretched tightly over muscle and sinew. He looked up at Karl, sighing contentedly. “This is right,” he observed.

Weight braced on his elbows, Karl looked down with shining eyes. “Yeah. It is,” he murmured, and then he lowered his head for a sweet kiss.

*****

THE END

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