Accommodation To The Cake Walk

Accommodation To The Cake Walk

Posted: December 2004
Title: Accommodation to the Cake Walk
Author: Bee and Myr
Type: RPS
Characters: Eric Bana/Karl Urban
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The events never happened. This fic is for entertainment purposes only, not profit. We, the authors, make no claim through this work as to the fictive characters/ actual lives/ preferences/ activities of the people mentioned herein.
Beta: Lexi , who knows where the thermometer *really* goes! Bailey, who knows the value of a good up thrust!
Summary: PWP, but also what volunteering stripping can lead to.

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Accommodation to the Cake Walk part 1

By Brendarianna

Settling into his seat, strategically placed at the front of the stage, the stunning man scanned his surroundings: plush chairs circled small intimate tables, all occupied by others of his ilk.

On stage was a lone figure: a big man, tall and muscular, well defined in every aspect, and wearing a jacket of charcoal gray, tailored to emphasize his rather impressive attributes. /Hmmm, nice. Very nice. Glad I found this place. /

As the performer walked around the stage, he began to remove his clothing, jacket first. As he moved his arms behind his back to allow it to slide down, his rather impressive chest was thrust forward, straining the buttons of his red silk shirt.

Then he reached for his belt. The buckle was undone with one hand while the other ran through his hair, tousling it. The sound of the belt being pulled through the loops made a szchzzt noise, and then a thunk as it dropped to the floor.

Eric had noticed the luscious bit of man as he walked towards his table. /Nice! Wonder if he is with someone. . / Not seeing anyone else join him, the dancer's spirits rose a few notches, bringing a half seductive smile to his full lips, one he aimed at the new comer.

Continuing his performance, he brought one leg up to press against his chest bending his body, thigh meets chest half way in a bent pose, his tush pressed, stretching the denim cotton of his jeans taut. He removed his shoe, then grasped the sock by its toe and pulled, finally exposing his bare feet.

Repeating the same procedure for his other foot, he stood erect, tall, and proud. Walking languidly around the stage, he opened one button for every three steps he took, tantalizingly showing off fine crisp chest hair. Increasingly was revealed with each button, until the shirt hung open from only his broad, bulging shoulders.

As he turned his back to the audience, the unmistakable sound of a zipper was heard, and then the 'pop' as a snap was undone.

The soft swoosh of cotton brushed against lightly furred legs as the pants glided to the floor, to pool at his naked feet. The long tail of his shirt hampered the view, but the royal blue of his boxers was just discernable.

Flicking his massive shoulders back, he dislodged the silk and it caressed his arms, over thick biceps, to dangle at his fingertips, and then finally slid to the floor. The view was of a long and well-muscled back, strong and smooth, skin glistening in the sultry lighting of the heated room.

Glancing over his bronzed shoulder, he paused as he caught the dark smouldering orbs of Karl, and he gracefully turned to face the audience, Adonis of the modern times.

Garbed in only the blue of royalty, a shimmering tribute to his perfection in the male form was a noticeable bulge.

:: * :: * :: * ::

"Oh, look at that!" Karl said suddenly, all dreamily to anyone who cared to listen. He had only been here five minutes and then this guy showed up on stage.

Karl had only heard of the place and had thought about coming here for a few weeks. He finally decided that tonight was the night, and to his astonishment, a dancer of this quality just stepped on stage, into the light, his performance tantalizing and teasing.

Demonstratively, Karl rolled a tenner bill. He slowly moved closer to the stage; the dark beauty seemed to skip a beat and Karl smiled. The handsome man gyrated closer and Karl looked up into his eyes before he slowly lifted the front of the boxers' waistband.

The dancer inhaled sharply, but allowed the very intimate gesture. Karl left the bill there and returned to the table with a pulse so fast he had to sit down.

"Nice touch, mate," someone beside him sniggered.

/Go fuck yourself, / Karl glared at him, and the guy got his point and moved away. Karl put his soft eyes back on the lovely object on the stage.

:: * :: * :: * ::

Karl grinned to himself and settled back into his chair, crossing his long legs at the ankle. Fixing his gaze on the stage once more, he watched as the dancer began running his hands over his sculpted chest, fingers skimming over peaked nipples. Raising his arms, he intersected his wrists, and began an unhurried swaying movement, his hips undulating provocatively.

Slowly lowering himself to his knees, his broad shoulders were laid back until they touched the floor, his chest and rippled abdomen arched, his pelvis thrust forward enticingly. The bulge prominent, and any looking closely, as most were, could tell this area was not padded; it was pure nature blessed.

Bringing his torso into an upright position, Eric trailed his fingers over his thick thighs and spread his knees. His hands continued to dance over his exposed flesh, a tiny tickle here, a caressing touch there, each movement planned and strategized to lure the audience into complete rapt attention.

/Hell, the guy is generous enough to give me ten bucks; I'll give him a real show for his money./ Eric knew he wanted to get to know the other man better; there had been something dark and smouldering in his eyes, inviting and challenging at the same time.

Karl was not adverse to the show, feeling somehow that it was for him exclusively, and the others in the room, interlopers.

As Eric stood, his palms caressed his generously rounded arse, stretching the silk tight, framing every curve. As he slid his hands forward, he tugged sharply at the elasticised band and broke them free; having been made for such a purpose little force was required, leaving the Adonis clad in nothing but a thong; a large thong indeed.

Catching the almost hypnotized gaze of Karl, Eric tossed his boxers to the salivating audience member and smiled most invitingly.

Karl quickly caught the flung garment, refusing to break eye contact; he brought them to his lips, kissed the crotch, and smiled just as warmly.

:: * :: * :: * ::

A cocktail waitress came by his table to take his order.

"' Scuse me miss, but are the dancers allowed to mingle with the audience?"

She just laughed: "Of course! They're here for free. No one pays them, so you bet they're eager to mingle with the audience and earn a little moonlight money..." she paused. "You know...shagging..."

Not knowing if she'd stepped out of line, she hurried to the bar to fix his order.

Karl looked at the stage where the dancer was very close to dropping the last garment, but was that even allowed here?

Karl hoped the man would come to his table; he would really love to talk to him, hoping for more seemed a realistic possibility now after what the waitress had revealed.

Then he frowned; was he here to pick up someone? He searched inwardly, and then looked back at the now beautifully naked body.

/Oh yeah, I am! Him. I want him./

:: * :: * :: * ::

Eric watched as the other man pressed his lips to his boxers; surprise catching him off guard. Obviously, there might be something there for him to investigate.

Seeing Mandy place a tumbler of pale amber liquid in front of him, Eric decided he would talk to the dark eyed man, get to know him a bit better.

Remembering he had an audience to entertain, the large Aussie turned his attention to them, but now all he could see - could visualize - was that man. Deciding to use that as inspiration, he languidly traced light patterns over his chest and lower abdomen. His muscles quivered and rippled under his touch, all the while, he was imagining someone else's hand dancing over his skin.

Crossing his arms over his upper body, he cupped a shoulder in each and then slid them down his limbs until he reached his elbows.

Spinning in a half circle, Eric presented his back to the audience and sashayed his arse; his palms pressed against the firm flesh. Grabbing the 'snap-away' string to his thong, he tugged and his final covering was removed.

Pirouetting on the ball of his foot, he crouched with knees spread wide, his rather impressive cock pressing into his belly, swollen with pride.

Eric flushed with embarrassment, as he realized his groin was in direct eyesight of the dark haired patron.

Karl watched the audience watch the dancer: the beautiful dancer Karl wanted for himself. He ran his hands through his hair. His eyes darted to both sides trying to figure out how many also had their sight's set on the brunette. Fuck too many stood with wallets ready.

Karl was getting nervous; what if the dancer chose someone else? Should he pay some more? He didn't want the guy to come with him because of how much money he paid. How naïve, because that was the exact reason, the dancers came here: to earn some extra money. They had nothing to do with the club at all. They were just allowed to use the premises. Dance and mingle between the tables being masculine hostesses, and occasionally entertain with a strip act.

Karl turned around and grabbed his jacket. He frowned a bit and decided to go, but the music had stopped by then. The dance was over. He didn't care. He wasn't going to be that lucky anyhow.

But suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. He didn't even tense up; he was standing there feeling the weight of that hand, knowing who it belonged to but not quite believing it yet.

*****

Accommodating the Cake Walk part 2

After navigating the busy weekend streets, Eric parked his car close to his apartment building, locking the doors after both men had exited the vehicle.

"Come on, follow me, it's this building right here. I've a small place, not much really, but I like it. The main benefits are; it has a balcony and it faces away from the street, kind of private and all." /Shut up! Fucking stop the rambling . . . /

Opening the heavy glass door that led into the vestibule, the older man allowed his guest to enter first. It was an older building; floors were made of wide wood planking polished to a high sheen, one that returned the overhead lighting subtly. The foyer was a warm and welcoming room, reflecting the atmosphere of the remainder of the building.

Taking the elevator to the top floor, Eric unlocked his home and ushered Karl in, the soft snick of the latch catching indicated the closing of the portal. The sudden heavy silence surrounded the room's occupants, wrapping them in intimacy.

Karl smiled. "Fuck right now or...?"

"Why waste time talking? I've got to get some sex right now."

"Yeah. You teased me good and thorough. I suggest it's only fair that I top you. I want to bury myself in your soft arse, and after that..."

Eric got closer and lowered his lashes, searching the heart-shaped lips. "What then?"

"Oh, God..." Karl whispered against the lovely mouth.

"Then I would appreciate it if you fucked me through the mattress with that snake between your thighs..."

Eric laughed and said in a raspy voice, "You've got it..."

Grabbing the other man by the hand the dark eyed Aussie dragged his unresisting partner towards the bedroom, his urgency almost palpable.

Throwing the door open where it bounced against the wall with a loud bang, Eric did not care that a large hole was in the plaster, he wanted to play with his new friend, now.

Pushing him against the still moving door, both stumbled a bit until they settled against the wall, Eric pressed his lips to Karl's, sucking gently at the lush flesh.

Circling his arms behind his partner, one hand tangling in soft dark strands, the other gliding down to cup a rather nicely rounded butt cheek, Eric drew him closer, gently rubbing their groins against each other.

Trailing nipping kisses along the firm cheek, the stripper worked his way to a teasing ear lobe; finally capturing it between his white teeth, he flicked his tongue against it. Unable to contain his lust longer, Eric began to moan. Soft and endearingly the noise floated over Karl's ear, sending shivers along his body.

Lowering his hand from his lover's hair, Eric traced patterns in the cloth-covered chest, unbuttoning the shirt as he moved downwards. The expanse of tanned flesh, lightly dusted with soft crinkly hair teased his fingers, tickling them. Abandoning the shirt, his hand groped lower, needy to feel the bulging warmth of the other man's cock, wanting to feel the pulsating steel heat against his palm.

Karl smiled as he felt Eric's big hand cupping his sex. He thrust against the palm. Their eyes looked into the others; both with same intensity and same glint of humor. They were going to have a great time.

"Why don't you open and see what I paid?"

Eric laughed. "Yeah - you paid. Now you don't think of me as a whore, now do you?" Eric nibbled at the edge of Karl's lips.

Karl laughed. "No... especially not when I paid you. I'm just... " he sighed at the nice sensation of salty soft lips against his own. "making sure the quality is all right. I..." the words got lost as Eric had opened his pants and they fell to the floor. Dysfunctional and unwanted.

Karl rubbed off his shoes and socks and stood naked in front of Eric.

The Aussie stepped away and went to lie on the bed watching Karl naked.

"You're so fuckable. I can't wait to feel you inside me and then..." Eric smiled as Karl slowly moved towards the bed. Magnificent, tall almost majestically and so perfect Eric could almost convince himself Karl would be in his bed tomorrow when he woke up.

"And then what baby?" Karl said. "And then you'll be fucking me back?"

"That I will."

Karl nodded. "That you will. Fuck, I can hardly wait. You're the most handsome guy I have ever..." Karl paused as he straddled Eric on the bed. He undressed meticulously, almost absentmindedly because he focused on the glow in Eric's eyes.

"You ever what?" Eric asked.

"Never mind, it doesn't matter." Karl had efficiently peeled off Eric's stage clothes and he was greeted with same intense expanse of skin as he had witnessed in the club. There was so fucking much of it and he wanted to map it all, but that would take hours. He smiled.

He knew he should take his time, but it was impossible. He wanted too much. He lifted Eric's legs under the knees. Then he changed his mind and pressed them to the sides. Eric groaned but he had the flexibility. Karl just let his mouth and throat sink over the gorgeous column, giving it a shock treatment.

He let go of the legs and cock for a moment to drown his fingers in saliva.

Then he returned to the blowjob. He teased Eric's hole. The skin was soft, smooth, and deliciously tight.

He smiled while licking the generous cock. He was gonna enjoy this so much. Sliding in the tight heat. Feel the excited muscles contract while doing it and especially when Eric came. Fuck he had to get in there. NOW!

"Shit, don't tease me, fuck me!" Eric was beyond caring how that sounded, he wanted that delicious pillar crammed so far into his ass he could taste the salty leakage on his tongue.

Grasping Karl's hair, he gently tugged, hoping to convince his lover of his need. Karl laughed softly, the vibrations tingling along Eric's cock, centering in his balls and causing them to tighten even further, painful almost in its intensity.

"I've got lube and rubbers in the drawer, please, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . fuck!" Eric's scream ended in a gurgling incoherent sound, Karl having just shoved his finger deep into his anal cavity.

Eric could feel his body sliding across the bedding as he was pushed further onto it, towards the head and his nightstand.

Groping blindly his seeking fingers encountered the smooth wood of the small piece of furniture, opened the drawer, and found his pleasure trove of goodies. Selecting items blindly, but knowing them by touch, Eric withdrew a foil wrapped package and cool sliver tube.

Tossing them down to Karl, he hoped the other man would make good use of them. Divinity was with him when he heard the unmistakable sound of the foil being ripped open, further proof was offered when Karl's finger was removed momentarily and then replaced, this time slick and warm with lube.

A second finger was added to aid in the stretch of Eric's grotto, and moments later a third. Eric was desperate with need; he was so frantic to be filled all his thoughts centered on activities below his waist.

Clenching and unclenching his hands, he tangled them in the maroon silk sheets on his bed, gently thrusting his hips upwards, his cock continued to softly move in and out of Karl's moist heat. Finally, finally he could feel the thick, blunt head nudging his opening whimpers and moans his only articulation.

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Eric let out a long pleasurable sigh and Karl joined him. His head fell forward making his hair hide his features. He felt close to pain as he penetrated the well-stretched aperture gripping his cock too eagerly and possessively.

"Oh...baby... you have no idea... no idea... oh..." Karl's soft sighs were beautiful music to Eric's ears.

"Karl..." He reached for the Kiwi, the man complied, and they held each other tightly as Karl began to rock slowly at first. Their nerves were tingling as hands slid over every planes and curves. They kissed noisily but lovingly, feeling especially good in each other's company.

Being so attracted to one another like, they rarely felt, but it was a fact. They enjoyed this much more because of the indefinable attraction. To neither of them this was just a casual fuck...well it had been to begin with but not now. It had changed so fast their minds had not had a chance to follow.

"I love the feel of you," Karl murmured as the excitement and tempo grew.

Tenderly cupping his lover's shoulders, Eric began a counter thrust to that of Karl's, each movement mapped and deliberate, each sliding over his pleasure center. Tiny electric lights exploded along his nerve endings, traveling ever upwards, closer and closer to his need.

"Oh baby . . . oh fuck . . . oh gahhhhhhhhhh . . . .yes, please, yea¡ shit . . . oh shit . . . fuck!" throwing his head back, Eric tossed it from side to side.

Thick, throbbing, a living being had found its home deep within his body, within him and it was pure bliss, bottomless and never ending, the Aussie was lost in this world.

Gliding his hand over passion moistened skin, Eric grasped his own aching need, stroking slowly in time with each drive of Karl's cock, his thumb grazing the sensitive tip.

"Look at me, Karl," Eric begged. "Please see how much I lust for you."

"You're so beautiful and I'm coming soon." Karl bent to kiss the hot wet mouth. To drown in sweet tasting flesh and wanton moans matching his own.

The thrusts increased in pace and they gasped into each other's mouths.

"I'm coming so good...oh... this is incredible. Hug me... yeahhhhhh... hug me..." Karl hissed as Eric's clenching body grabbed him firmly making it more difficult to thrust. Making the friction impossibly tighter.

Frantically grasping the heaving mounds of Karl's ass, Eric began pushing up, trying to impale himself on his lover's rigid shaft.

"Oh babe, gods take me, make me yours . . . "

Clenching his sphincter muscles, the panting stripper slid his hand up Karl's back, over his shoulder and then down his arm, searching for his fingers. Finding them he tangled the digits and brought them towards his aching erection, the heat from the joined hands touching him was ecstasy.

"Stroke me lover," Eric said, "and make me come."

Friction, in and out side of his body brought Eric closer and closer to the edge; harder, faster, deeper, each thrust of Karl's engorged member teased him, until he finally erupted in a blinding flash of passion.

Lifting his head, he sought and found the other mans lips, suckling upon them as wave after wave of fulfilled passionate hunger and thirst were fed, leaving him boneless, replete, and quenched.

Eric hugged him fiercely. It felt so good as if he would never let him go.

"Eric... kiss me some more," Karl smiled, and lifted his pelvis to slip out of the man practically half a sleep. Lazily, they nuzzled their faces, ears, noses, and lips until they both fell in a deep sated sleep.

*

Karl was in the middle of the most erotic dream ever. He was standing on a stage reciting the filthiest porn to an all-naked crowd of female bounty hunters. He was wanted by them all and he was feeling virile and had a raging hard on as he said one juicy sexual related phrase after the other. He thrust back and hissed in pain, the cock filling him was unexpected but gods . . . it went on and on and he babbled in delight. Then one of the hunters came on stage and grabbed his aching cock and began stroking it, Karl felt hands yanking his hair kisses all over his face and a hot tongue licking his lips before diving in thrusting. Karl groaned and opened his eyes...

*

The next morning, Eric awoke immediately feeling how the usual space in his bed was occupied. A heavy snoring body was wrapped tightly around his.

His eyes filled with tears as he turned on his side to study the beautiful man with thick chestnut brown hair. Staring at the heavily lashed, closed eyes, he watched as the lids fluttered, as if dreaming, and a very erotic dream, evidenced by the thickening and elongating shaft nestled between their bodies. Eric tried to settle better in the man's grasp and that earned him an even tighter grip towards the warm body. It was very clear that Karl did not intend to let go of Eric. Not even a millimeter.

Eric bit his lip. He was euphorically happy, and his morning erection was firmly squeezed between Karl thighs. One of them was pressed upwards at Eric's hip, and a little plan unfolded in his mind. He began rubbing his erection against Karl's equally hard match and it felt wonderful. However, having his shaft buried in Karl's arse would make it perfect. Eric smiled wickedly as he imagined the many and varied uses for Karl's erect cock . . . and hadn't he been promised a chance to fuck the other man too?

Reaching into his nightstand, he removed another wrapped bit of rubber, the lube still tangled in the sheets next to them. Quickly covering his own burgeoning dick in the condom, he then slicked himself, shuddering at the sensation.

Carefully reaching around his lover's waist Eric inserted a gel-coated finger, wiggling and maneuvering it until he was up to the second knuckle. Removing and then introducing two, he separated them, scissoring and curling, stretching the tight cavity. Unable to restrain himself longer, Eric shifted Karl's leg higher on his hip, opening his body for easier entrance.

Gliding his lubricated cock closer to the sleeping man's furrowed hole, Eric closed his eyes and bit his lip to contain his whimper at the heat already emanating from Karl's body. Breaching the guardian ring was rather easy, the Kiwi's dream apparently arousing him to the point of full relaxation.

Opening his lust filled orbs, he met those of his bed companion, "Morning lover, my turn right?" A dazzling smile flashed across Eric's face as he leaned in and kissed the stunned hunk beneath him, wiggling his hips in the process.

So it was Eric's big cock sliding inside of him. Karl groaned and even more blood rushed to his aching hard cock. He had to close his eyes. It was delirious madness to be filled so much, and with every thrust, he had the illusion Eric would reach just a tiny bit further up up up... uhhhhhh! Karl groaned wantonly and gasped for breath.

"Oh, Eric!!!" he moaned. "Fuck me, harder... please!" He felt the change of tempo right away. Their mouths clashed again, and Eric whipped him in his back.

" Yeschhhhh!" Karl groaned and arched his body to meet Eric, to feel the full power of the illusion.

His body was pulled to the limit and he shuddered in total submission as he wrapped his legs around Eric's body to help with the forceful thrusts. Eric growled and bent to lick a prominent peaked nipple.

Karl gritted his teeth. The pleasure was too much and still not enough. He knew he would come spectacularly. Nothing had ever felt like this. No one would ever feel like this because Karl couldn't imagine he'd let anyone else fuck him ever again. Eric was ... Eric was...

As Karl bucked in a mind-blowing climax, his thoughts were pushed away for a while to return to him later.

Eric thrust a few more times, watching as Karl's eyes fluttered closed in his spent state. Amazed and proud, verging on arrogant, that he had managed to make his lover peak without ever touching his gorgeous cock.

Unable to contain his control any longer, having been pushed past endurance by the feel of Karl's salty tribute splashing between their bodies, Eric grunted as his own seed surged thickly from his cock, jetting spasmodically into the condom.

Bending over his drained lover, the dark-eyed Aussie kissed him tenderly, his body and heart at rest.

"Karl, you asleep?" Receiving a soft, muted murmur from the other man, Eric asked, "Stay with me?"

*****

THE END

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