Nobody's Quite Like You 1

Nobody's Quite Like You

Part 1

Posted: August 2005
Title: Nobody's Quite Like You
Author: Darknightjess, Linden Jay
Type: RPS
Characters: Karl/Viggo
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Oh yeah_ this is all made up. No truth at all.
Timeline: Starts during the last stages of filming of 'Return of the King', follows up at one of the premieres
Summary: Viggo's Doodle _ Karl's Art
Author's Notes: We pretty much ignore the filming/premiere schedules. If we manage to hit on anything true there, it's pretty much on accident.

*****

Karl lay on his stomach across the bed; the sheets were shoved down and twisted around his legs. He snuffled and a muscle in his back twitched. There were clothes scattered haphazardly about, a shoe sat atop the dresser on it's side. The air conditioner hummed discreetly as it circulated the air, wafting a cool breeze across the sweat drying on his smooth tan skin.

Viggo grinned at the sounds coming from Karl, not looking up or stopping what he was doing. Besides, he reasoned, he was nearly finished, and if he was lucky, he'd get it finished before Karl woke up.

"Bmphmm." Karl mumbled, raising his hand and scrubbing at his nose. "Bfftdif?"

"Hold still_ you'll make me smudge it," Viggo cautioned.

"Huh?" Karl raised his head a bit, sneezed and turned to look at the man next to him on the bed. "Smudge wha?" He asked and yawned.

Viggo held up the marking pen from the signing earlier that day and grinned. "You left yours on the bedside table. Now don't move, I'm almost done."

"You're writing on me?" Karl asked and turned his head. "Vig, tell me you aren't composing dirty limericks on me." He smiled and reached to trace a finger across Viggo's knee.

"I'd like to think I can do a little better then dirty limericks," Viggo snorted, reaching out to swat gently at Karl's hand. "And that tickles. There_" he said, finishing the drawing. "Finished. And with just enough time for you to fuck me before I have to catch a plane."

Karl craned his neck, trying in vain to see his lower back. Finally he gave up, rolling over and grabbing Viggo, pulling him across him with a laugh. "Fuck it, don't care if you played tic tac toe. C'mere mate." He crossed his arms over Viggo's shoulders, plunging his fingers into the man's hair and pulling him close, licking into his mouth. "Can't waste an opportunity."

"Maybe I did... you can find out later." Viggo murmured into the kiss. "Don't imagine we'll be in the same place for awhile_ give you something to remember for a few days at least."

Karl smiled, drawing Viggo down. "Yeah, gonna be a while." He dipped his head and ran the blunt edge of his teeth along Viggo's collarbone. "What ever can I give you, hmmm?" He sucked at the skin at join of shoulder and neck, chuckling at Viggo's sharp intake of breath.

Later Karl was sitting against the headboard, scratching fingernails across his chest. He yawned and turned to look off the side of the bed. "I had shorts when I got here didn't I?" He said with a smile and looked to where Viggo was folding and tucking his tie into the pocket of his suit jacket. "You only look slightly well fucked. At least now we don't have to show up on set and worry about makeup giving us hell about bite marks and bruises. Where you headed next? Morocco? You find somebody to fuck between takes and you're gonna sweat your ass off mate." He said and laughed.

"Only slightly, huh? Too bad we don't have time for more," Viggo grinned. "Yeah, Morocco. Gonna miss having you around to fall into bed with... always nice knowing you've got someone around you're compatible with."

Karl stretched, arms above his head, toes pointed. As he relaxed he rolled sideways and stood, walking toward the bathroom. "Yeah it's been great." He stopped and looked back at Viggo. "Take it easy, 'kay? Let's try and hook up next year at the premiere."

"Absolutely. Keep in touch, Karl," Viggo said, smiling and walking out the door.

*****

Karl looked over Billy's shoulder and spotted a head of dark blonde hair. He excused himself and walked to the man and laid a hand on his arm. "Viggo. Damn it's great to see you?" He said and smiled.

Viggo looked up, his smile instantly matching Karl's. "Karl!" he exclaimed, pulling the other man into a hug. "It's been _ god, how long has it been? I haven't even talked to you in ages."

"Bloody forever!" Karl thumped Viggo on the back, hugging him tight. "You staying here in the hotel?" When Viggo said he was, Karl smiled. "Well let's get together, have a drink in the bar or come up to mine. I've got an excellent bottle of scotch up there."

"Ever subtle, aren't you, Karl?" Viggo purred low before pulling away from the hug. "Sounds great," he agreed, following Karl out of the room, resisting the urge to grab his ass right there and then.

Karl laughed, heading toward the lifts, as the doors slid closed, he turned to Viggo and ran his hand inside his jacket, cupping the man's ass and pulling him close. "And Vig, subtle don't get you laid. But I knew you couldn't resist the scotch."

"You've got me pegged, Karl. It was the scotch," Viggo teased, pressing close and then pulling away as the elevator stopped, stepping out into the hallway and waiting for Karl to lead the way.

As he unlocked the room and stepped inside, Karl stripped off his tie and tossed it across the dresser, with the jacket following. He turned to Viggo and reaching, caught him in a hug, sealing their mouths in a kiss. The slide of hot wet tongues sending a blaze of heat through him. Tugging at Viggo's shirt he walked them toward the bed.

Viggo lifted his arms, reluctantly breaking away from the kiss long enough for Karl to get his shirt off, pressing back into it the first moment he could, his hands moving in between them, managing to get Karl's button's loose, then pushing the shirt down over his shoulders.

Karl moaned and tugged, shaking loose from his shirt, momentarily confused as he tried to unclasp and unzip both his and Viggo's trousers. Laughing at his own impatience he stepped back and, finally managed to divest himself of his pants before running his hands down Viggo's stomach, hooking his fingers into the opening of his slacks and easing them down. Bending and then kneeling he nuzzled into the soft skin below Viggo's naval, dipping his head and swiping a broad lick of his tongue across Viggo's cock. "I've _ I've missed this." He said and then looked up, smiling. "You."

Letting his head drop back for a moment, Viggo groaned. "Missed you too... especially this," he said, looking down at Karl with a smile. "Condoms and lube are where? I know you've got them stashed around here somewhere," he said, getting up reluctantly, his brow furrowing. "You've got art_ that wasn't there when I last saw you," he said, only seeing the tattoo briefly as he headed to the bathroom to grab a couple of glasses.

Karl blanched and then reached for the nightstand drawer. "Uh yeah. Had it just about a year now." Reaching into the drawer, he fished out a box of condoms and the lube and held them up grinning. "Was really counting on seeing you." He lay back on the bed, holding one arm out to Viggo and stroking the other hand down his own cock, feeling the heavy pulse through it as he watched Viggo walk toward him.

"Well, lets see then," Viggo said, placing the glasses on the nightstand and giving Karl's hip a swat, encouraging him to roll over.

Karl studied Viggo for a second before huffing out a breath and flopping over onto his stomach, head pillowed in his arms. He wiggled his hips, pushing up a bit suggestively. "See? Now let's fuck." Karl said, peering at Viggo from under the dark fringe of his hair.

"Oh, don't worry, we're gonna fuck," Viggo assured him, climbing up on the bed and kneeling between his legs to get a better look. "As soon as I get a better look at..." Viggo cocked his head to the side and knelt back against his heels, his hand reaching out to touch Karl's skin. "I recognize this. I remember this," he murmured.

"Yeah well, I hope so. It's an original Viggo Mortensen. You could frame me and make millions," Karl said, rolling his hips at Viggo's touch.

"Stop that," Viggo growled, giving Karl a slap on the ass to get him to hold still. "You had it tattooed on?" Viggo said, the answer obvious, the reason why not as much so.

Karl grunted and felt his cock jerk when Viggo's hand popped him. 'Gotta remember that,' he thought before he concentrated on Viggo's words. "Yeah. I _ after the last time _ when we were together. Remember? You took that bloody marker and drew on me. So when I got back to Auckland that evening _ I went and had it tattooed." He shrugged and rolled up on his hip, tugging at Viggo, hoping the man would be satisfied with his vague answer.

"I remember," Viggo said, the memory coming back to him now. He smiled, running his hand over the reddened mark on Karl's ass. "Why?"

'Because you daft bastard, I sat there on that plane and wondered how the fuck I was going to not ever see you again. I wondered how a good time, piece of friendly ass, suddenly made my stomach hurt when I thought about not seeing you for a whole year. Because I wanted something to last beyond the bite marks and suck marks that I knew would fade in a few days, because you bastard I realized sitting on that plane that I was in love with you. And I didn't think about what I'd say when I saw you again and you asked that bloody question.' "Because you're almost as good an artist as you are a piece of ass. Now c'mere." Karl laughed and grabbed Viggo, hauling him close, feeling the heat of his skin, tasting his lips and sighing into his mouth.

"Good enough for me," Viggo grinned, kissing him hard and rolling Karl on top of him. "Too long, Karl. It's been too long," he murmured, letting his hands run over Karl's back, tracing over where he knew the tattoo was.

"Yeah, it has Vig." Karl ground down, feeling the shift of skin as their bodies fit together. He settled between Viggo's thigh's, scooting down until he was where he could take the hard peak of a nipple between his teeth, worrying it with his teeth and then lapping a warm wet tongue over it.

Viggo hissed, arching up against Karl. "You're gonna draw this out and make me crazy, or you gonna fuck me," he groaned.

Karl laughed loudly and sat up on his heels. Reaching he tore open a condom and rolled it down over his heavy cock. Slicking his fingers, he slowly stroked across Viggo's cleft, circling his entrance, the other hand rubbing circles on Viggo's hip. "You're still sexy as all fuck, you know that?"

"Coming from you, I'll take that as a compliment," Viggo breathed, rolling his hips and trying to press harder against Karl's seeking finger.

Entering Viggo slowly with his finger, Karl felt his heart beat heavy in his chest. He knew that this wasn't how this was supposed to go, this past year was supposed to have loosened the bands that threatened to choke him every time he thought about Viggo.

Karl moaned as Viggo arched up to meet the thrusts of his thick fingers. Fuck me he's beautiful, even if I didn't love him, he would take my breath away. He thought and then clenched his eyes before removing his fingers and kneeling up between Viggo's thighs. "Ready?"

Viggo nodded slowly, bringing his legs back farther. "Absolutely. I've been thinking of this for days now," he murmured, arching his back slightly.

'Only days? Then you are a lucky bastard. Karl ran his hands under Viggo's hip, lifting and then slowly, gently breached him. A groan rose out of him and he hung his head down, hair brushing across Viggo's chest. Slowly he began to move, thrusting at an angle that he knew would feel good to Viggo.

Hissing as Karl entered him, Viggo ran his hands through his hair and down his back, fingernails scratching lightly. "God, Karl_ nobody's quite like you," he groaned, his hips rising up to meet each thrust from Karl, speeding up a little, trying to hurry his pace.

At Viggo's touch, Karl clenched his jaw, locking in the words he wanted to say. When he felt nails drag over the skin that he knew was marked with Viggo's art, Karl threw his head back and leaned up, teeth gritted as he savagely rocked into the body below him.

Viggo cried out at the sudden change of pace, quickly adjusting, wrapping his legs around Karl's back. "God yeah, Karl. Fuck me," he moaned.

"Yeah, fuck you." Karl snarled out. Slamming into Viggo, not registering the tears that had begun to stream down his face. Reaching a strong hand he wrapped his fingers around Viggo's straining length. As he felt the tightening in his groin he fisted the cock.

Close already, Viggo thrust hard into Karl's hand, crying out unintelligibly, his eyes tightly closed as he came, clamping down hard around Karl's cock as his release pulsed over Karl's hand.

As he felt Viggo's body react to his orgasm, it pushed Karl over the edge. Growling and crying out he tensed and came, thrusting erratically as the shudders passed through him. Finally lowering his head he released Viggo, raising his clean hand he pushed the hair out of his face and rolled off of Viggo. Sucking in air, he swiped at his eyes. "Damn." He took a breath, reaching to pet across Viggo's hip and tried to speak again. "Thanks Vig."

"Mmmm," Viggo purred, eyes still closed, luxuriating in sensation. "My pleasure," he smiled. "I'm going to miss this when it's all over... you?"

Karl lay on his back, arm slung over his face. After a minute he answered. "Yeah I am. It's been _ fun." Karl sat up on the edge of the bed and glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. "Damn, look at that. I need to get going, get back downstairs." He stood and started looking around for his pants. "So maybe we can get together again before the circus leaves town, yeah?" He looked over at Viggo and smiled.

"Absolutely," Viggo grinned. "Come back over here_ let me see that thing again," he said, beckoning with his hand.

Karl walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, letting Viggo see his tattooed back. "It's great isn't it?" He said in a soft voice.

"Now, just what kind of a narcissist would it make me if I said yes," Viggo teased, taking a good look at it. "You're certifiably insane, Karl." he said, shaking his head and flopping back on the bed.

Karl turned, his hand held above Viggo's chest. He could feel the heat on his palm even without touching him. Lifting his hand he clenched his fist and stood to begin dressing. "Yeah I am."

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