Remember, My Prince

Remember, My Prince

Posted: May 2005
Title: Remember, My Prince
Author: Galathlin
Type: RPS
Characters: Karl/Orlando
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I'm sad to say I do not know these men, nor claim that anything I write about them is true. (Although that would have been fun....)
Timeline: A few years after LOTR
Warnings: Graphic sex
Beta: tildomemacar

* indicates thought.

---- indicates change of POV.

Summary: Orlando is lonely at a release party and Karl wants to keep him company.

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Orlando 's POV

He stood by the bar, overlooking the crowd. He loved premiere parties but nothing could ever be the same after LOTR. He smiled when he thought about the wild parties with the hobbits and frowned. It was not the same.

As always when he looked back on his time in New Zealand the features of Karl's popped up in his head. Karl with his dreamy eyes and dark blond hair. With those perfect, kissable lips. Shit, here we go again. The thought of Karl always made him burning with need and utterly sad and lonely.

"Pretty dead, isn't it?"

He spun around and stood face to face with the man of his fantasies. He could only stare and hope that Karl didn't notice the state of his pants.

"Well, aren't you going to say hi? It's not very polite, you know. "Karl smiled that damned smile which always made Orlando weak in his knees. He drew a calming breath and smiled back.

"Hi, Karl. What are you doing here?"

"Well, I wanted so see how the hatchling was doing flying with his own wings. Seems to be going pretty good."

"I'll survive."

Just at that moment a group of fan girls found him and attacked him. He fended them off as good as he could, but it was Karl who saved them.

"Come, Orli. I know a safer place. Let's go to my room and continue our discussion in peace."

Orlando could hardly breath. *Karl's room? Karl invited him to his room.*

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Karl's POV

He spotted Orlando standing alone by the bar. The young man seemed almost lost in the crowd. *How unusual. Orlando was the party animal* He remembered nights out in Wellington watching Orlando dance, eyes gleaming with joy, a body as flexible as a cat's. He wanted to touch that body, every wonderful inch of it.

Now he was standing here watching that graceful body lean against the counter, bottle in hand and the other occasionally combing through his hair.

He walked over to Orlando's side and fought back an urge to run his fingers through the other man's hair.

"Pretty dead, isn't it?" *Is that fear in Orlando's eyes? No, good. Only surprise.*

He knows he's talking but he can't remember a word he's saying. Orlando's eyes are so beautiful.

As a group of over enthusiastic fan girls approach them he says:

"Come, Orli. I know a safer place. Let's go to my room and continue our discussion in peace."

He can't believe he just said that. *To my room? Oh, shit this can only be a disaster.*

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Orlando 's POV

He is leaning against the wall in the elevator. *This can't be good*, his brain keeps telling him. His cock is of another opinion. Stepping out of the elevator Karl touched Orlando's shoulder, which sent an electric current through his body. He had a hard time seeing where he was walking and started to wish he had never come.

He was showed in to the hotel room and Karl closed the door. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned.

"Want a beer?" Karl asked.

He nodded and walked over to the panorama window. Karl's room was pretty high up from the ground.

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Karl watched Orlando standing by the window, the dim light from the street below playing around the young man's figure.

"Here you go." Karl handed Orlando the bottle. Orlando took a sip and continued to stare out the window. He stiffed as Karl started to massage his shoulders, but relax at the calming feeling.

Orlando tipped his head without thinking and he felt a soft kiss on his neck. Karl's hands moved down over Orlando's arms and embraced the younger man. Orlando turned in the embrace and looked into Karl's eyes. He smiled and put a finger on the Kiwi's lower lip and moaned as Karl started to suck on it. He withdrew his finger and licked his lips.

Karl leaned forward and placed a feather light kiss on Orlando's lips, followed by a kiss that was all but light.

A need not felt before spread through Karl's body and when Orlando grinded his hips against his the lovely friction made him groan. Karl moaned in dismay when Orlando drew away from the kiss.

"What are you doing, Karl?" Orlando's words were a mere whisper.

"Isn't that obvious? Shh, my love, relax." Karl smiled, watching Orlando blush, the he kissed the young man and released his grip.

Karl slid his hands over Orlando's slender body and tucked the shirt out of his pants. Running his hands over olive skin, Karl caused a moan from the Brit and when his nipples were softly nibbled Orlando closed his eyes and leaned against the window.

"Careful, love. We don't want you splattered on the street, do we?"

Karl grabbed Orlando's shoulders and lead him to the bedroom. Somehow their clothes disappeared on the way, so when Karl lowered Orli down on the bed they were both totally naked.

Orlando looked at Karl under half closed lids. The older man kissed a trail down the Brit's chest and Orlando closed his eyes as Karl circled a nipple with his tongue. Orlando couldn't help but to moan as teeth carefully grazed and pulled at his nipple.

Karl looked up on Orlando's face as he kissed his way down the olive skin of his young lover, smiling at the quiet sounds. He stopped over the sun tattoo on Orlando's stomach. Orlando grabbed fistfuls of the coverlet and arched his back when Karl traced the tattoo with his tongue. Karl pushed down the Brit's hips and looked back up at the young man's face and was almost undone right then and there by the look in it.

The younger man writhed under Karl's gentle touches and his eyes flew open, a gasp escaping his lips, when Karl the tiny drops of precum of his cock.

"Karl...please..." Orlando's whimper brought a smile on Karl's lips and without warning the older man licked a fiery trail on the underside of the Brit's cock. Orlando groaned and arched his back. Karl circled the slick head with his tongue, causing Orlando to cry out in pleasure and agony.

Karl wet his finger in his mouth and inserted it in Orlando's oh, so relaxed opening. Orlando moaned the Kiwi's name and squirmed as Karl added one, two fingers and brushed Orlando's prostate.

"You liked that, love?" Karl smiled at the younger man's moans.

"Just...oh, God...just take." The Brit grasped the headboard and bucked against Karl's fingers.

"So impatient." Karl's smile broadened, but as his own control was fading he was most willing to obey his young lover. The Kiwi kneeled between Orlando's knees and lifted the legs to his shoulders and sheathed himself totally within the younger man with one careful, slow thrust. Orlando mewled in pain, then cried out in pleasure as the head of Karl's cock poked his prostate.

Karl knew that neither of them would last very long and after only a half dozen thrusts Orlando cried out his release, bringing Karl with him in a whirlpool of pleasure.

The older man slipped out of the satiated Brit and curled up against his side.

Orlando sighed in happiness and snuggled in Karl's arms.

Oblivious to the world the two men fell asleep in each other's arms.

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THE END

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