Friends

Title: Friends 7 of 10
Author: Simplyshelly (simplyshelly2@earthlink.net)
Pairing: Craig Parker / Karl Urban
Rating: NC17 for sexual content / SLASH
Summary: Just a bit of fluff because a man that nice should be happy in every aspect of his life -
Warnings: AU / SLASH
Archive: Author site – http://www.simplyshelly2001.com.
Disclaimer: Okay, so I don't own anyone but myself. But I'm not in the story so it really doesn't matter. I'm just borrowing a few people, trying to live vicariously through my stories and having some fun.
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Previously in Part 6:

"No. I'm done the day after and Karl has tomorrow off." Craig replied.

"Done as in done done?" Viggo asked.

"For this round. I'll be back in a few months, don't worry. You haven't gotten rid of me that easily." He smiled, assisting Karl to the guest room. "Come on, luv. Let's get you into bed."

"Good night, Craig. And thank you." Viggo smiled, giving the man a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"My pleasure." Craig said graciously as he led Karl first to the bathroom.
~~~~~

PART 7

Karl stopped just inside the door, the sight of a sleeping Craig momentarily taking his breath away. Silently, he set the twin mugs of tea on the nightstand, slipped off his boxers and he crawled back under the warm blankets. He nuzzled up against the smooth skin, kissing the tanned and freckled shoulder as he made his way towards the neck.

Craig moved in his sleep, shifting his head up, subconsciously allowing better access to his sensitive neck. Karl wrapped his arms around his chest as his firm body pressed against his back.

"Mmm, morning, luv." Craig whispered, still mostly asleep as he pulled the encircling arms tighter. Karl's heart swelled, knowing that Craig was only partially awake and not completely aware of what he was saying.

Karl could defiantly get used to this. In all the years, Craig had never been this relaxed with him, this loving. Craig always held some part of himself in reserve, keeping their relationship on more of a superficial level. Even though Karl had been one of the lucky ones to stay the whole night, Craig always managed to wake before he did, showering and dressing long before him.

When the rare occasion had it when Karl woke before him, he'd usually just wake Craig long enough for more sex and then drift back to sleep. That was just the kind of relationship they'd had up until this point.

Until this point. Karl sighed, nuzzling his ear against the back of Craig's neck. Yeah, he could do this every day. He could wake up slowly, not rushing to go anywhere, murmuring and whispering sweet nothings to each other. He'd tell Craig in a million ways how much he loved him.

"I brought tea." Karl whispered, helping himself to a soft earlobe, this time getting a soft sigh from Craig.

"Don't want tea. Want you." Craig mumbled, his entire body relaxed against Karl's long body. He could feel Karl's arousal that was doing a nice job of waking his own up good and proper.

Karl ran his hand across the almost hairless chest while the other hand slipped under Craig's neck, his fingers entwining with Craig's lower hand. Craig's free hand, however, held onto the one teasing his nipples as he redirected it a bit south.

"Do you have any idea how bloody sexy you are right now?" Karl purred. Craig sighed.

"Shhh." Craig whispered, trying to hang onto that feeling of sleep and utter physical bliss that came with morning.

And Karl did just that. They lay together, enjoying the physical closeness. The only sounds were of breathing, an occasional hitch as fingertips ran over bare flesh, a ghost of a kiss along the expanses of a freckled shoulder and the slow movements of Karl's hips against Craig's perfectly formed backside.

Karl took a shuttering breath as Craig's tongue caressed the inside of his elbow finding yet another wonderful spot on Karl's anatomy. Craig had a knack of waking up so many things in Karl's body but it seemed this morning, Karl was having that affect over Craig. Parts of him were waking up quite nicely.

"We really shouldn't be doing t.....Mmm, nice." Craig purred as Karl's hand slipped around his hardening shaft. He silently enjoyed the feeling for several moments. "How long have we been doing this, Karl?"

Karl kissed his neck and gave a gentle yet insistent thrust against the firm globes nestled neatly in his lap. "Don't know exactly. Nearly a year, I suppose. Why?" He murmured against the back of Craig's ear.

"You've never touched me before. Why now?" Craig brought his own hand down to cover Karl's, making sure he didn't pull away.

Instead of pulling away, Karl moved slightly so Craig rolled onto his back, Karl's long body flush along his side, his hand still in place. Craig opened his eyes for the first time. "Because I was lying to myself." Karl said honestly. "I've loved you for so long. I just couldn't bring myself to admit it. Now I want to make up for lost time and treat you the same way you've always treated me." He bent to place a light kiss on Craig's lips. "I'm not as smart as you. I'm not as talented but I can maku onu one promise. I can promise to love you if you'll just let me." He whispered, kissing the side of Craig's face.

"I'm trying." Craig managed.

Karl leaned back over, finally releasing Craig's member and running his hand up Craig's torso, touching with compassion. Craig pulled Karl's face back to his and began exploring. Hands, bodies pressing together, lips and tongues everywhere. The sweet sounds of vocal pleasure filled the room. "Ka...oh, that feels good." Both their bodies were pressed together, throats becoming dry from moans and gasps of pleasure.

"We probably shouldn't be doing this in here." Karl said, not slowing his movements in the slightest. He was sucking on Craig's earlobe, getting involuntary jerks and loud groans from the body below him.

"After what we did last night, this is nothing, dear." Craig commented. "By the way, how much do you remember about last night?"

"I remember enough to know all I got was a hand job and your magnificent mouth when what I really wanted was your sweet ass." He growled.

Craig moaned. "I thought I was fulfilling one of your fantasies." he pouted slightly.

"Oh, you were and you did. I guess I just thought I'd be the one inside of you." Karl tried explaining.

Craig chuckled. "You were inside of me, darling. I distinctly remember trying not to choke as you thrust like a jackhammer down my throat." Karl laughed loudly. "How much more inside of me could you have gotten?" Craig asked, amused slightly.

"Oh, I could be much deeper, surrounded with your hot skin, you doing whatever the hell you do that feels so damn good." He chuckled, rubbing his groin against Craig's.

Craig moaned deep in his throat, his body always so sensitive first thing in the morning and something about Karl's confession was making him extremely needing. He leaned up, grasping Karl's butt and biting down on Karl's thick shoulder.

"Oh, shite!" Karl gasped, a tad loud.

Craig started laughing, his voice filling the room. "Hush, Karl, darling. What will our hosts think when they hear both of us and the ruckus we can make when we get going?" He teased, his grip on Karl's hips still strong as he shifted his hips again.

"No one to hear, luv. They're both out on the deck, enjoying their tea. We have time." He reassured his lover, rolling off Craig's writhing body and fumbling on the nightstand.

"Well, in that case, I'm all yours." He smiled, making himself quite comfortable on his back, lifting his knees in complete submission. Karl chuckled at the wanton display.

"You're easy this morning." Karl smiled as he pulled the blankets from the top of the bed out of the way.

"Before you came back, I was actually having a kinky dream." Craig smiled, watching Karl crawl into position at the foot of the bed. Karl looked at him amused.

"Oh, yeah? Who?" He slowly ripped open one of the packets of lube from the night before. He'd brought them back when he had returned with the tea. He began to squeeze some of the thick substance onto his hand.

"Mmm, Marton. We were on the Xena set. You know, it used to be you I'd dream about. Cupid. All those muscles rippling and covered in oil." Craig teased, watching Karl beginning to stroke himself.

"Was I any good?" Karl asked, taking his time.

"Very. You're going to have to work hard to keep up with yourself." Craig teased, bucking his hips up slightly.

"Or I could let you go back to sleep and have wild passionate sex with Marton in your dreams?" Karl teased.

Suddenly, Craig's legs were up and around Karl in seconds flat, pulling him down against his body and flipping him over.

"Oh, just for that, you get to be on bottom." Craig laughed as Karl yelped. They were both laughing.

"Shh, they'll hear." Karl managed to get out while trying to get back on top but they were both matched for strength.

"What? Now you're worried about noise? I thought they were out on the deck. We have nothing to worry about." He whispered loudly, finally succumbing to Karl and letting him climb back on top. Their hips pressed against each other and even during all their teasing and wrestling, their passions continued to enrage.
~~~~~

Viggo glanced toward the open patio door, chuckling to himself.

"Sounds like our guests are up." He said softly.

"In more ways than one." Orlando smiled. "I'm thinking they have the right idea. Care for a morning nap, old man? Or are you still tired from last night?" He grinned mischievously.

Viggo feigned insult. "Me? Tired? I could outlast you any day." He stated.

"Race you to the bedroom." Orlando laughed, bolting from the chaise lounger with Viggo hot on his heels.
~~~~~

Much later that afternoon, Craig and Karl had headed back to their respective apartments in order to clean up and rest a bit before dinner. They had plans to meet up with several of their cast mates, getting back into the mindset of returning to work.

"You in here, mate?" Karl called, letting himself in the front door.

"Bedroom. I'll be right out. Help yourself to a beer." Craig called, placing a pile of neatly folded t-shirts into the open suitcase on the bed.

Karl did as suggested and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator. He noticed that the rose that he'd used on the breakfast tray was still in the ice box but it was beginning to look a bit sad. He'd have to replace it soon, he thought to himself. Maybe even put a few around the apartment, anything to make Craig remember him when they were both busy.

"I am absolutely ravenous!" Craig announced, coming out of the bedroom as he finished buttoning his shirt.

Karl laughed. "Do you have any shirts that aren't blue?"

"Now why on earth would I do a thing like that?" Craig asked, completely straight faced. Then a smile cracked. "Of course I do, Urban. I just know that blue is my color and when wanting people to notice, why not dress in a way that will guarantee that they will?" He said nonchalantly.

"Oh, you looking to get noticed tonight?" Karl teased, wrapping his arms around Craig's waist and giving his neck kisses.

"Everyone likes to get noticed. You look quite stunning yourself tonight." Craig straightened the collar of the shirt Karl wore. Karl kissed him quickly on the forehead.

"You ready to go for a ride?" Karl asked, getting a smile from Craig. He chuckled, threw his arm over Craig's shoulder and they headed out for dinner.
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Dinner was pleasant, everyone enjoying spending some relaxing time with one another. They had really become close during the filming, having experienced such a closeness. The fellowship, meaning the main cast of nine were the closest, Craig and Karl fitting more into a second group. They were part of a group of actors, many who came and went, returning to their normal lives and jobs between filming stints. The core cast, however lived in middle earth and would do so for another year at least.

Craig wouldn't have minded a larger role in this movie. God knew he'd been involved with the creation long enough, dating back to the original radio recording he'd assisted Peter with years previous. He knew he was lucky to have gotten what he did but as Peter warned the entire secondary cast, he still might end up on the cutting room floor and that he could accept. It wouldn't be the first time he'd worked so hard and ended up being cut.

Getting one of the larger roles would have been nice but then again, if this movie turned out to be as big as he had a feeling it would, Viggo and company would the thrust into the public eye and lives would certainly change for them. Craig wasn't all that interested in his life changing. He liked his quiet existence. He liked working occasionally, being free to come and go and being able to make enough money to live the lifestyle he wanted.

Karl, he wanted stardom. He wanted it all. He wanted fame and Craig was sure he'd probably get it. Karl would be moving to the acting capital of the world one of these days and Craig knew one day he'd lose him but tonight, Karl seemed interested in only one thing – Craig.

"Excuse me." Craig said as he got up from the table and casually made his way to the bathroom.

Karl waited a few minutes, catching Viggo's eyes on him and he smiled. Viggo nodded, knowing full well where Karl wanted to be. Continuing on with the conversation for a few minutes, Karl finally found a comfortable spot to excuse himself from the group.

"Gotta go. Be right back." He announced, getting a slight smirk from Viggo.

Karl made his way quickly to the restroom, checking the bar to make sure Craig hadn't finished and headed there instead but luckily the bar was empty. He smiled to himself and continued on.

As soon as he came into the quiet bathroom, he bent to see if anyone else was inside taking care of business. Seeing no one, not even Craig, he began to get concerned.

"Craig? You in here?" He called out.

Suddenly, he felt his shoulders shoved against the door as a hot body pressed against him, a heated and wet mouth biting his neck as hands wrapped around his mctioction, directly down to his groin. All Karl could do was to gasp, somehow remembering to reach up and lock the door, allowing them the briefest hint of privacy.

Karl could feel Craig's mounting desire pressed into his backside and he felt slightly faint. Craig had never been this way with him before and he found it to be amazing. He whimpered as Craig's skillful hands made quick work of his belt and slacks as he suddenly felt the material drop to the ground, pooling at his ankles.

"Oh, fuck." He mumbled, feeling himself being turned around and pushed back up against the door as Craig went to his knees, not a word being spoken between them. It was as if Craig was an animal, a feral animal in hunt of sustenance and Karl was the meal.

"Oh, bloody hell." Karl let his head drop back, banging against the door as he felt himself being swallowed whole. He would never understand how the hell Craig could do that, one swoop and he was buried to the hilt, thrusting without thought. His fingers threaded through Craig's hair, gripping tightly as he continued to fuck his mouth. Craig's hands were gripping Karl's backside, fingers pressing into the muscular flesh.

Craig withdrew, his tongue spiraling all over Karl's flesh, teeth scraping slightly, sending shivers down Karl's spine. Craig looked up and their eyes met.

"Craig..." Karl whispered, his eyes pleading silently. The corners of Craig's lip curled and he once again sucked Karl's flesh into his mouth, sucking with enough power that Karl felt his eyes being sucked through his body. Karl's hand flew out from his body, gripping the door as he moaned loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear. He felt the rush of heat run through his body, an incredible tension building as he balanced on that ledge of ecstasy.

"Oh, holy fuck!" He yelled as his body began to spasm, shooting over and over into Craig's beautiful mouth, Craig's tongue lapping at the sweetness. Before he knew it, he was left panting against the doorway, unable to move, barely able to breathe, his eyes closed and his body completely satiated.

The first sound that came through the fog that was his mind was Craig chuckling. He'd already moved to the sink, splashed cold water on his face and was fixing his hair in the mirror. Karl cracked one eye and looked at him through the fuzz that was his brain.

"Jeez, Parker. I think you sucked out a few brain cells on that one. What the fuck was that?" Karl managed, tucking himself back into his boxers and fixing his slacks.

"That's what you get for stroking me under the table all through dinner." Craig smirked, fixing Karl's shirt. Karl looked down at Craig's pants.

"Looks like you need a bit of help there yourself, mate." He ran his finger across the front of Craig's pants.

Craig chuckled. "I'm fine. Remember, I like being aroused. All in the anticipation." Craig whispered, pressing himself up against Karl.

"So, can I spend the night tonight?" Karl asked, looking hopeful.

"I was hoping you would. I have to be at the sound studio at 10 am."

"I'm due in make-up at seven in the morning." Karl pulled Craig against his body, wrapping his arms around his waist. "So what do you say to us cutting this obligatory dinner a bit short and getting off to do something I think we'd both rather be doing?" He suggested.

Craig purred, nuzzling against Karl's neck. "I like the sound of that." He whispered.

"I was hoping we could do something different tonight." Karl said, sounding a bit nervous.

Craig lifted his head and smiled softly. "What did you want to do?" he asked.

"Well, I...uh, I thought maybe...shit, this is harder than I thought it would be. I didn't think about talking about it. I figured we could just do it." He blushed.

Craig just smiled. He was defiantly falling very hard for this big, sometimes clumsy man. "What could be that different, luv?"

"I was, well, you could...and I could...but I never...I trust you." He finally blurted.

Craig looked deep into his eyes, seeing clearly what Karl was trying to say. "Are you sure?" He asked just to be clear.

"When I saw you take Orlando last night, all I could think about was I wished that was me." He admitted, still blushing.

Craig's heart did a triple jump in his chest. Karl wanted him to make love to him. He was touching him; he'd even taken him into his mouth. Now he wanted to do everything with him and it had been so long since Craig had met anyone who wanted what it seemed that Karl wanted. A relationship, complete and all consuming relationship. While the idea still terrified him, the feelings he got every time he looked at Karl became all jumbled as the butterflies danced around in the pit of his stomach.

"You should have said something." Craig said softly. He loved the look on Karl's face at that moment. "I didn't think you'd ever want that."

Karl smiled. "I didn't think I'd ever want it either and I don't want it with just anyone. Just you."

"Think they'll notice if we don't return to the table?" Craig joked, kissing Karl's lips gently. Karl's hands were strong against his back and there was no way they could have pressed against each other any closer.

"No way we could fit it in the schedule right now?" Karl practically begged, wanting, needing for one of them to be inside the other.

Craig shook his head as he pulled away, quick kisses over and over as they parted. He finally stopped and stood up. "Not here. Your first time shouldn't be standing up in a loo of a public eatery. We need to go. Besides, this is the last time to see everyone before I return to the land beyond Middle Earth." He ran his fingers through his hair one more time making sure he was presentable before turning back to Karl.

Karl, on the other hand, didn't care how he himself looked. All he was aware of was all the air had been sucked out of his chest and he felt frozen to the spot. Did Craig just hint at what he thought he did?

"You coming?" Craig asked, his hand on the door.

"Uh, yeah, I'll be right there. Just give me a minute." Karl forced himself to walk toward the urinal as Craig continued on through the door.

"Meet you out front." Craig smiled, happily making his way back to the table. This was going to be a good night.
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"Well, gentlemen and lady," Craig bowed, placing a tender kiss on the back of Liv's hand. "I do believe it is time for Karl and I to get going, early call and all." He said as he saw Karl returning from the bathroom. "Our Karl dear needs his beauty sleep." He winked at Orlando.

"We're going to miss you on the set." Sala said, patting the smaller man on the back. "Kinda enjoyed kicking your ass." He joked.

"We'll meet again, my friend." He nodded as he got up from the table.

"I'll miss you." Someone said.

"Take care of yourself." Someone else stated.

Each person at the table either got a handshake, a kiss, a hug or a combination as Craig made his way around. Finally, with one final parting smile, he led the way to the door. Karl followed Craig's lead.

The two men walked silently back to Karl's bike, one sad to be leaving such a fine group and one seething with fury.

Craig noticed a change in Karl's posture. He seemed stiffer, more reserved. Karl got on the bike and visibly paused, making no motion at all for Craig to join him. In fact, Craig got the distinct impression that Karl didn't want him to join him.

"Hey, mate. You okay there, luv?" Craig asked, getting an instant glare from Karl as he snapped his head to look directly into his eyes.

"What?" He practically growled.

"Hey, what's the bloody hell is wrong with you?" Craig asked, feeling a bit defensive from the look on Karl's face and his tone. "You were certainly fine in the bathroom." He tried to smile but going on the look in Karl's eyes, this man was completely pissed off about something.

"That's all this is to you, isn't it? A quick fuck in the loo and everything is fine, eh?" Karl yelled, his temper getting the better of him.

"What the hell are you taking about?" Craig was confused. Just a minute ago, Karl was asking him if Craig would make love to him and now the look he was getting from Karl told him he was scum. "Karl?"

"This doesn't mean anything to you, does it? Anyone would have done, eh?" Karl said, glaring at Craig.

"What are you talking about, luv? Of course it meant something. I wouldn't have done that with just anyone, Karl." Craig tried to touch Karl's face but his hand was quickly batted away.

"Don't fuckin' touch me!" Karl hissed.

Anger took hold of Craig, all his defensive walls slamming up around him as he let the anger lash back. "What? You didn't like it? You didn't get off on shoving your cock down my throat in a public bathroom? Could have fooled me." Craig spat back.

"I don't know what the fuck I'm doing here, Craig. I pour my heart out to you, tell you how stupid I've been over the past several years and you? Hell, all I get from you is you telling me it won't work because I'm straight, trying to make me walk away from you…"

"Then why don't you? Why the hell don't you, Urban? You could walk away from this any time and I'll get over it. This is the exact reason why I haven't invested anything into this bit we've got going. I fuckin' knew you'd pull this shit!" Craig was furious, too furious to even think clearly to what was being said.

Karl got off of his bike, Craig taking a few steps back. "You are nothing but a whore after all, you know that, Parker? You haven't put a damn thing into this since the first. It's no wonder no man will have you because you are interested in only one thing from them." Karl threatened, poking at Craig's chest. One thing in this entire world that Craig hated and that was to be poked in the chest.

"What the bloody hell…" Dominic said, looking out the window. He'd just come back from the bathroom and glanced outside, shocked to find Karl and Craig obviously having an argument in the parking lot. Several heads turned his way.

"What's going on out there?" Viggo asked, coming up from the table to see what had Dominic's attention.

"Looks like the love birds are about to kill each other." Billy commented, squeezing between Viggo and the window.

Almost the entire cast was outside in seconds, just in time to see Karl land a clean blow to Craig's face but not before both Karl and Craig had shared a few direct hits, both doing their share of damage. Viggo grabbed a hold of Karl, wrestling him to the ground as Sala pulled Craig away while Billy began checking the damage done to his face. All being actors, they all realized how devastating a blow to the face could be to their jobs.

"You bastard!" Craig spat a mouthful of blood, looking quite manly. Viggo had straddled Karl's body in order to subdue the rage that had overtaken him.

"What in the world is this all about? You two are acting like children." Ian bellowed, shocked at their behavior. He had seen the way they'd been looking at each other at dinner, barely noticing any one else around.

"Ask him! He started the whole thing!" Craig said, shrugging Sala and Billy away as he worked at moving his jaw. He spat another mouthful of blood, feeling the loose teeth.

"Me? I started this?" Karl managed to get up, tossing Viggo off like a leaf. "You are the bloody bastard that was going to leave without telling me."

Craig suddenly stopped. Was this what all this was about? That he was leaving? It wasn't as if he was hiding the fact that he was done. Everyone else knew but then again, everyone else had been involved in Helm's Deep.

"You hit me because I'm done with my shooting? Hell, Karl, I've been coming and going for six months now. None of us are done with this thing for two years, minimum. You signed the same bloody clause that I did. I'm coming back again in a few months." Craig said, suddenly feeling like this whole ordeal was so stupid.

"When were you going to tell me then, eh? Between the blowjob and the fucking? Or were you just going to leave a note on the pillow?" Karl shot back, the anger still evident.

"No, you bastard. I thought I'd leave you a tray in the icebox. You know, with a rose?" Craig replied, slicing Karl right where it hurt.

Karl opened his mouth to say something but no words came. Finally he brushed himself off and got back on his bike.

"Well, all I can say is good luck, Parker. The way you push everyone away, you'll no doubt spend the rest of your life letting straight men drop their pants for you in alley ways and public toilets for kicks." Karl said as he started the bike with a violent crank with his foot.

"Satisfied you for nearly a year, Urban. Don’t sell me so short when you were one of them." Craig snarled before walking away from everyone, needing just a few moments to reassemble himself. His jaw throbbed, his chest hurt from where Karl's poking had gotten violent, his head pounded like he'd drank an entire bar himself and the thing that hurt the worst was watching Karl skid out of the parking lot, leaving everyone in a cloud of smoke. He could hear the tires screeching and of honking horns long after he was out of sight, each one making his heart constrict.

Several moments later, Ian, the one appointed approached Craig. He was smoking like a mad bull, pacing while holding the mobile phone to his ear, calling for a taxi. An employee who had ventured out to see all the commotion had handed him the towel with ice.

"Put the phone down, Mr. Parker and let me take you back." The elder said softly but commandingly. Craig looked up at him, still more in awe of Ian than on friendly terms.

"That's all right. I can call for a taxi." Craig shook his head, finding himself suddenly dizzy.

Ian took the phone from his hand and slipped it into Craig's front pocket. "I said I would take you back. I may not be as violent as Mr. Urban is but I guarantee I'm twice as stubborn and accustom to getting my way." He smiled, his eyes crinkling in genuine concern.

Craig felt a surge of panic, fear; doubt and sudden loss rush through him as he stared at Sir Ian's face. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen." His voice broke as he was overcome with the tremors that shook his body, falling to his knees with Ian protectively kneeling with him. The older man wrapped his arms around Craig's shoulders as 'Haldir' completely broke down.
Title: Friends 7 of 10
Author: Simplyshelly (simplyshelly2@earthlink.net)
Pairing: Craig Parker / Karl Urban
Rating: NC17 for sexual content / SLASH
Summary: Just a bit of fluff because a man that nice should be happy in every
aspect of his life -
Warnings: AU / SLASH
Archive: Author site – http://www.simplyshelly2001.com. Anywhere else –
just ask first
Disclaimer: Okay, so I don't own anyone but myself. But I'm not in the story so
it really doesn't matter. I'm just borrowing a few people, trying to live vicariously through my stories and ng sng some fun.
Posted:
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Previously in Part 6:

"No. I'm done the day after and Karl has tomorrow off." Craig replied.

"Done as in done done?" Viggo asked.

"For this round. I'll be back in a few months, don't worry. You haven't gotten rid of me that easily." He smiled, assisting Karl to the guest room. "Come on, luv. Let's get you into bed."

"Good night, Craig. And thank you." Viggo smiled, giving the man a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"My pleasure." Craig said graciously as he led Karl first to the bathroom.
~~~~~

PART 7

Karl stopped just inside the door, the sight of a sleeping Craig momentarily taking his breath away. Silently, he set the twin mugs of tea on the nightstand, slipped off his boxers and he crawled back under the warm blankets. He nuzzled up against the smooth skin, kissing the tanned and freckled shoulder as he mais wis way towards the neck.

Craig moved in his sleep, shifting his head up, subconsciously allowing better access to his sensitive neck. Karl wrapped his arms around his chest as his firm body pressed against his back.

"Mmm, morning, luv." Craig whispered, still mostly asleep as he pulled the encircling arms tighter. Karl's heart swelled, knowing that Craig was only partially awake and not completely aware of what he was saying.

Karl could defiantly get used to this. In all the years, Craig had never been this relaxed with him, this loving. Craig always held some part of himself in reserve, keeping their relationship on more of a superficial level. Even though Karl had been one of the lucky ones to stay the whole night, Craig always managed to wake before he did, showering and dressing long before him.

When the rare occasion had it when Karl woke before him, he'd usually just wake Craig long enough for more sex and then drift back to sleep. That was just the kind of relationship they'd had up until this point.

Until this point. Karl sighed, nuzzling his ear against the back of Craig's neck. Yeah, he could do this every day. He could wake up slowly, not rushing to go anywhere, murmuring and whispering sweet nothings to each other. He'd tell Craig in a mon won ways how much he loved him.

"I brought tea." Karl whispered, helping himself to a soft earlobe, this time getting a soft sigh from Craig.

"Don't want tea. Want you." Craig mumbled, his entire body relaxed against Karl's long body. He could feel Karl's arousal that was doing a nice job of waking his own up good and proper.

Karl ran his hand across the almost hairless chest while the other hand slipped under Craig's neck, his fingers entwining with Craig's lower hand. Craig's free hand, however, held onto the one teasing his nipples as he redirected it a bit south.

"Do you have any idea how bloody sexy you are right now?" Karl purred. Craig sighed.

"Shhh." Craig whispered, trying to hang onto that feeling of sleep and utter physical bliss that came with morning.

And Karl did just that. They lay together, enjoying the physical closeness. The only sounds were of breathing, an occasional hitch as fingertips ran over bare flesh, a ghost of a kiss along the expanses of a freckled shoulder and the slow movements of Karl's hips against Craig's perfectly formed backside.

Karl took a shuttering breath as Craig's tongue caressed the inside of his elbow finding yet another wonderful spot on Karl's anatomy. Craig had a knack of waking up so many things in Karl's body but it seemed this morning, Karl was having that affect over Craig. Parts of him were waking up quite nicely.

"We really shouldn't be doing t.....Mmm, nice." Craig purred as Karl's hand slipped around his hardening shaft. He silently enjoyed the feeling for several moments. "How long have we been doing this, Karl?"

Karl kissed his neck and gave a gentle yet insistent thrust against the firm globes nestled neatly in his lap. "Don't know exactly. Nearly a year, I suppose. Why?" He murmured against the back of Craig's ear.

"You've never touched me before. Why now?" Craig brought his own hand down to cover Karl's, making sure he didn't pull away.

Instead of pulling away, Karl moved slightly so Craig rolled onto his back, Karl's long body flush along his side, his hand still in place. Craig opened his eyes for the first time. "Because I was lying to myself." Karl said honestly. "I've loved you for so long. I just couldn't bring myself to admit it. Now I want to make up for lost time and treat you the same way you've always treated me." He bent to place a light kiss on Craig's lips. "I'm not as smart as you. I'm not as talented but I can make you one promise. I can promise to love you if you'll just let me." He whispered, kissing the side of Craig's face.

"I'm trying." Craig managed.

Karl leaned back over, finally releasing Craig's member and running his hand up Craig's torso, touching with compassion. Craig pulled Karl's face back to his and began exploring. Hands, bodies pressing together, lips and tongues everywhere. The sweet sounds of vocal pleasure filled the room. "Ka...oh, that feels good." Both their bodies were pressed together, throats becoming dry from moans and gasps of pleasure.

"We probably shouldn't be doing this in here." Karl said, not slowing his movements in the slightest. He was sucking on Craig's earlobe, getting involuntary jerks and loud groans from the body below him.

"After what we did last night, this is nothing, dear." Craig commented. "By the way, how much do you remember about last night?"

"I remember enough to know all I got was a hand job and your magnificent mouth when what I really wanted was your sweet ass." He growled.

Craig moanedI thI thought I was fulfilling one of your fantasies." he pouted slightly.

"Oh, you were and you did. I guess I just thought I'd be the one inside of you." Karl tried explaining.

Craig chuckled. "You were inside e, de, darling. I distinctly remember trying not to choke as you thrust like a jackhammer down my throat." Karl laughed loudly. "How much more inside of me could you have gotten?" Craig asked, amused slightly.

"Oh, I could be much deeper, surrounded with your hot skin, you doing whatever the hell you do that feels so damn good." He chuckled, rubbing his groin against Craig's.

Craig moaned deep in his throat, his body always so sensitive first thing in the morning and something about Karl's confession was making him extremely needing. He leaned up, grasping Karl's butt and biting down on Karl's thick shoulder.

"Oh, shite!" Karl gasped, a tad loud.

Craig started laughing, his voice filling the room. "Hush, Karl, darling. What will our hosts think when they hear both of us and the ruckus we can make when we get going?" He teased, his grip on Karl's hips still strong as he shifted his hips again.

"No one to hear, luv. They're both out on the deck, enjoying their tea. We have time." He reassured his lover, rolling off Craig's writhing body and fumbling on the nightstand.

"Well, in that case, I'm all yours." He smiled, making himself quite comfortable on his back, lifting his knees in complete submission. Karl chuckled at the wanton display.

"You're easy this morning." Karl smiled as he pulled the blankets from the top of the bed out of the way.

"Before you came back, I was actually having a kinky dream." Craig smiled, watching Karl crawl into position at the foot of the bed. Karl looked at him amused.

"Oh, yeah? Who?" He slowly ripped open one of the packets of lube from the night before. He'd brought them back when he had returned with the tea. He began to squeeze some of the thick substance onto his hand.

"Mmm, Marton. We were on the Xena set. You know, it used to be you I'd dream about. Cupid. All those muscles rippling and covered in oil." Craig teased, watching Karl beginning to stroke himself.

"Was I any good?" Karl asked, taking his time.

"Very. You're going to have to work hard to keep up with yourself." Craig teased, bucking his hips up slightly.

"Or I could let you go back to sleep and have wild passionate sex with Marton in your dreams?" Karl teased.

Suddenly, Craig's legs were up and around Karl in seconds flat, pulling him down against his body and flipping him over.

"Oh, just for that, you get to be on bottom." Craig laughed as Karl yelped. They were both laughing.

"Shh, they'll hear." Karl managed to get out while trying to get back on top but they were both matched for strength.

"What? Now you're worried about noise? I thought they were out on the deck. We have nothing to worry about." He whispered loudly, finally succumbing to Karl and letting him climb back on top. Their hips pressed against each other and even during all their teasing and wrestling, their passions continued to enrage.
~~~~~

Viggo glanced toward the open patio door, chuckling to himself.

"Sounds like our guests are up." He said softly.

"In more ways than one." Orlando smiled. "I'm thinking they have the right idea. Care for a morning nap, old man? Or are you still tired from last night?" He grinned mischievously.

Viggo feigned insult. "Me? Tired? I could outlast you any day." He stated.

"Race you to the bedroom." Orlando laughed, bolting from the chaise lounger with Viggo hot on his heels.
~~~~~

Much later that afternoon, Craig and Karl had headed back to their respective apartments in order to clean up and rest a bit before dinner. They had plans to meet up with several of their cast mates, getting back into the mindset of returning to work.

"You in here, mate?" Karl called, letting himself in the front door.

"Bedroom. I'll be right out. Help yourself to a beer." Craig called, placing a pile of neatly folded t-shirts into the open suitcase on the bed.

Karl did as suggested and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator. He noticed that the rose that he'd used on the breakfast tray was still in the ice box but it was beginning to look a bit sad. He'd have to replace it soon, he thought to himself. Maybe even put a few around the apartment, anything to make Craig remember him when they were both busy.

"I am absolutely ravenous!" Craig announced, coming out of the bedroom as he finished buttoning his shirt.

Karl laughed. "Do you have any shirts that aren't blue?"

"Now why on earth would I do a thing like that?" Craig asked, completely straight faced. Then a smile cracked. "Of course I do, Urban. I just know that blue is my color and when wanting people to notice, why not dress in a way that will guarantee that they will?" He said nonchalantly.

"Oh, you looking to get noticed tonight?" Karl teased, wrapping his arms around Craig's waist and giving his neck kisses.

"Everyone likes to get noticed. You look quite stunning yourself tonight." Craig straightened the collar of the shirt Karl wore. Karl kissed him quickly on the forehead.

"You ready to go for a ride?" Karl asked, getting a smile from Craig. He chuckled, threw his arm over Craig's shoulder and they headed out for dinner.
~~~~~

Dinner was pleasant, everyone enjoying spending some relaxing time with one another. They had really become close during the filming, having experienced such a closeness. The fellowship, meaning the main cast of nine were the closest, Craig and Karl fitting more into a second group. They were part of a group of actors, many who came and went, returning to their normal lives and jobs between filming stints. The core cast, however lived in middle earth and would do so for another year at least.

Craig wouldn't have minded a larger role in this movie. God knew he'd been involved with the creation long enough, dating back to the original radio recording he'd assisted Peter with years previous. He knew he was lucky to have gotten what he did but as Peter warned the entire secondary cast, he still might end up on the cutting room floor and that he could accept. It wouldn't be the first time he'd worked so hard and ended up being cut.

Getting one of the larger roles would have been nice but then again, if this movie turned out to be as big as he had a feeling it would, Viggo and company would the thrust into the public eye and lives would certainly change for them. Craig wasn't all that interested in his life changing. He liked his quiet existence. He liked working occasionally, being free to come and go and being able to make enough money to live the lifestyle he wanted.

Karl, he wanted stardom. He wanted it all. He wanted fame and Craig was sure he'd probably get it. Karl would be moving to the acting capital of the world one of these days and Craig knew one day he'd lose him but tonight, Karl seemed interested in only one thing – Craig.

"Excuse me." Craig said as he got up from the table and casually made his way to the bathroom.

Karl waited a few minutes, catching Viggo's eyes on him and he smiled. Viggo nodded, knowing full well where Karl wanted to be. Continuing on with the conversation for a few minutes, Karl finally found a comfortable spot to excuse himself from the group.

"Gotta go. Be right back." He announced, getting a slight smirk from Viggo.

Karl made his way quickly to the restroom, checking the bar to make sure Craig hadn't finished and headed there instead but luckily the bar was empty. He smiled to himself and continued on.

As soon as he came into the quiet bathroom, he bent to see if anyone else was inside taking care of business. Seeing no one, not even Craig, he began to get concerned.

"Craig? You in here?" He called out.

Suddenly, he felt his shoulders shoved against the door as a hot body pressed against him, a heated and wet mouth biting his neck as hands wrapped around his midsection, directly down to his groin. All Karl could do was to gasp, somehow remembering to reach up and lock the door, allowing them the briefest hint of privacy.

Karl could feel Craig's mounting desire pressed into his backside and he felt slightly faint. Craig had never been this way with him before and he found it to be amazing. He whimpered as Craig's skillful hands made quick work of his belt and slacks as he suddenly felt the material drop to the ground, pooling at his ankles.

"Oh, fuck." He mumbled, feeling himself being turned around and pushed back up against the door as Craig went to his knees, not a word being spoken between them. It was as if Craig was an animal, a feral animal in hunt of sustenance and Karl was the meal.

"Oh, bloody hell." Karl let his head drop back, banging against the door as he felt himself being swallowed whole. He would never understand how the hell Craig could do that, one swoop and he was buried to the hilt, thrusting without thought. His fingers threaded through Craig's hair, gripping tightly as he continued to fuck his mouth. Craig's hands were gripping Karl's backside, fingers pressing into the muscular flesh.

Craig withdrew, his tongue spiraling all over Karl's flesh, teeth scraping slightly, sending shivers down Karl's spine. Craig looked up and their eyes met.

"Craig..." Karl whispered, his eyes pleading silently. The corners of Craig's lip curled and he once again sucked Karl's flesh into his mouth, sucking with enough power that Karl felt his eyes being sucked through his body. Karl's hand flew out from his body, gripping the door as he moaned loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear. He felt the rush of heat run through his body, an incredible tension building as he balanced on that ledge of ecstasy.

"Oh, holy fuck!" He yelled as his body began to spasm, shooting over and over into Craig's beautiful mouth, Craig's tongue lapping at the sweetness. Before he knew it, he was left panting against the doorway, unable to move, barely able to breathe, his eyes closed and his body completely satiated.

The first sound that came through the fog that was his mind was Craig chuckling. He'd already moved to the sink, splashed cold water on his face and was fixing his hair in the mirror. Karl cracked one eye and looked at him through the fuzz that was his brain.

"Jeez, Parker. I think you sucked out a few brain cells on that one. What the fuck was that?" Karl managed, tucking himself back into his boxers and fixing his slacks.

"That's what you get for stroking me under the table all through dinner." Craig smirked, fixing Karl's shirt. Karl looked down at Craig's pants.

"Looks like you need a bit of help there yourself, mate." He ran his finger across the front of Craig's pants.

Craig chuckled. "I'm fine. Remember, I like being aroused. All in the anticipation." Craig whispered, pressing himself up against Karl.

"So, can I spend the night tonight?" Karl asked, looking hopeful.

"I was hoping you would. I have to be at the soutuditudio at 10 am."

"I'm due in make-up at seven in the morning." Karl pulled Craig against his body, wrapping his arms around his waist. "So what do you say to us cutting this obligatory dinner a bit short and getting off to do something I think we'd both rather be doing?" He suggested.

Craig purred, nuzzling against Karl's neck. "I like the sound of that." He whispered.

"I was hoping we could do something different tonight." Karl said, sounding a bit nervous.

Craig lifted his head and smiled softly. "What did you want to do?" he asked.

"Well, I...uh, I thought maybe...shite, this is harder than I thought it would be. I didn't think about talking about it. I figured we could just do it." He blushed.

Craig just smiled. He was defiantly falling very hard for this big, sometimes clumsy man. "What could be that different, luv?"

"I was, well, you could...and I could...but I never...I trust you." He finally blurted.

Craig looked deep into his eyes, seeing clearly what Karl was trying to say. "Are you sure?" He asked just to be clear.

"When I saw you take Orlando last night, all I could think about was I wished that was me." He admitted, still blushing.

Craig's heart did a triple jump in his chest. Karl wanted him to make love to him. He was touching him; he'd even taken him into his mouth. Now he wanted to do everything with him and it had been so long since Craig had met anyone who wanted what it seemed that Karl wanted. A relationship, complete and all consuming relationship. While the idea still terrified him, the feelings he got every time he looked at Karl became all jumbled as the butterflies danced around in the pit of his stomach.

"You should have said something." Craig said softly. He loved the look on Karl's face at that moment. "I didn't think you'd ever want that."

Karl smiled. "I didn't think I'd ever want it either and I don't want it with just anyone. Just you."

"Think they'll notice if we don't return to the table?" Craig joked, kissing Karl's lips gently. Karl's hands were strong against his back and there was no way they could have pressed against each other any closer.

"No way we could fit it in the schedule right now?" Karl practically begged, wanting, needing for one of them to be inside the other.

Craig shook his head as he pulled away, quick kisses over and over as they parted. He finally stopped and stood up. "Not here. Your first time shouldn't be standing up in a loo of a public eatery. We need to go. Besides, this is the last time to see everyone before I return to the land beyond Middle Earth." He ran his fingers through his hair one more time making sure he was presentable before turning back to Karl.

Karl, on the other hand, didn't care how he himself looked. All he was aware of was all the air had been sucked out of his chest and he felt frozen to the spot. Did Craig just hint at what he thought he did?

"You coming?" Craig asked, his hand on the door.

"Uh, yeah, I'll be right there. Just give me a minute." Karl forced himself to walk toward the urinal as Craig continued on through the door.

"Meet you out front." Craig smiled, happily making his way back to the table. This was going to be a good night.
~~~~~

"Well, gentlemen and lady," Craig bowed, placing a tender kiss on the back of Liv's hand. "I do believe it is time for Karl and I to get going, early call and all." He said as he saw Karl returning from the bathroom. "Our Karl dear needs his beauty sleep." He winked at Orlando.

"We're going to miss you on the set." Sala said, patting the smaller man on the back. "Kinda enjoyed kicking your ass." He joked.

"We'll meet again, my friend." He nodded as he got up from the table.

"I'll miss you." Someone said.

"Take care of yourself." Someone else stated.

Each person at the table either got a handshake, a kiss, a hug or a combination as Craig made his way around. Finally, with one final parting smile, he led the way to the door. Karl followed Craig's lead.

The two men walked silently back to Karl's bike, one sad to be leaving such a fine group and one seething with fury.

Crnotinoticed a change in Karl's posture. He seemed stiffer, more reserved. Karl got on the bike and visibly paused, making no motion at all for Craig to join him. In fact, Craig got the distinct impression that Karl didn't want him to join him.

"Hey, mate. You okay there, luv?" Craig asked, getting an instant glare from Karl as he snapped his head to look directly into his eyes.

"What?" He practically growled.

"Hey, what's the bloody hell is wrong with you?" Craig asked, feeling a bit defensive from the look on Karl's face and his tone. "You were certainly fine in the bathroom." He tried to smile but going on the look in Karl's eyes, this man was completely pissed off about something.

"That's all this is to you, isn't it? A quick fuck in the loo and everything is fine, eh?" Karl yelled, his temper getting the better of him.

"What the hell are you taking about?" Craig was confused. Just a minute ago, Karl was asking him if Craig would make love to him and now the look he was getting from Karl told him he was scum. "Karl?"

"This doesn't mean anything to you, does it? Anyone would have done, eh?" Karl said, glaring at Craig.

"What are you talking about, luv? Of course it meant something. I wouldn't have done that with just anyone, Karl." Craig tried to touch Karl's face but his hand was quickly batted away.

"Don't fuckin' touch me!" Karl hissed.

Anger took hold of Craig, all his defensive walls slamming up around him as he let the anger lash back. "What? You didn't like it? You didn't get off on shoving your cock down my throat in a public bathroom? Could have fooled me." Craig spat back.

"I don't know what the fuck I'm doing here, Craig. I pour my heart out to you, tell you how stupid I've been over the past several years and you? Hell, all I get from you is you telling me it won't work because I'm straight, trying to make me walk away from you…"

"Then why don't you? Why the hell don't you, Urban? You could walk away from this any time and I'll get over it. This is the exact reason why I haven't invested anything into this bit we've got going. I fuckin' knew you'd pull this shit!" Craig was furious, too furious to even think clearly to what was being said.

Karl got off of his bike, Craig taking a few steps back. "You are nothing but a whore after all, you know that, Parker? You haven't put a damn thing into this since the first. It's no wonder no man will have you because you are interested in only one thing from them." Karl threatened, poking at Craig's chest. One thing in this entire world that Craig hated and that was to be poked in the chest.

"What the bloody hell…" Dominic said, looking out the window. He'd just come back from the bathroom and glanced outside, shocked to find Karl and Craig obviously having an argument in the parking lot. Several heads turned his way.

"What's going on out there?" Viggo asked, coming up from the table to see what had Dominic's attention.

"Looks like the love birds are about to kill each other." Billy commented, squeezing between Viggo and the window.

Almost the entire cast was outside in seconds, just in time to see Karl land a clean blow to Craig's face but not before both Karl and Craig had shared a few direct hits, both doing their share of damage. Viggo grabbed a hold of Karl, wrestling him to the ground as Sala pulled Craig away as Billy checked the damage done to his face. All being actors, they all realized how devastating a blow to the face could be to their jobs.

"You bastard!" Craig spat a mouthful of blood, looking quite manly. Viggo had straddled Karl's body in order to subdue the rage that had overtaken him.

"What in the world is this all about? You two are acting like children." Ian bellowed, shocked at their behavior. He had seen the way they'd been looking at each other at dinner, barely noticing any one else around.

"Ask him! He started the whole thing!" Craig said, shrugging Sala and Billy away as he worked at moving his jaw. He spat another mouthful of blood, feeling the loose teeth.

"Me? I started this?" Karl managed to get up, tossing Viggo off like a leaf. "You are the bloody bastard that was going to leave without telling me."

Craig suddenly stopped. Was this what all this was about? That he was leaving? It wasn't as if he was hiding the fact that he was done. Everyone else knew but then again, everyone else had been involved in Helm's Deep.

"You hit me because I'm done with my shooting? Hell, Karl, I've been coming and going for six months now. None of us are done with this thing for two years, minimum. You signed the same bloody clause that I did. I'm coming back again in a few months." Craig said, suddenly feeling like this whole ordeal was so stupid.

"When were you going to tell me then, eh? Between the blowjob and the fucking? Or were you just going to leave a note on the pillow?" Karl shot back, the anger still evident.

"No, you bastard. I thought I'd leave you a tray in the icebox. You know, with a rose?" Craig replied, slicing Karl right where it hurt.

Karl opened his mouth to say something but no words came. Finally he brushed himself off and got back on his bike.

"Well, all I can say is good luck, Parker. The way you push everyone away, you'll no doubt spend the rest of your life letting straight men drop their pants for you in alley ways and public toilets for kicks." Karl said as he started the bike with a violent crank with his foot.

"Satisfied you for nearly a year, Urban. Don’t sell me so short when you were one of them." Craig snarled before walking away from everyone, needing just a few moments to reassemble himself. His jaw throbbed, his chest hurt from where Karl's poking had gotten violent, his head pounded like he'd drank an entire bar himself and the thing that hurt the worst was watching Karl skid out of the parking lot, leaving everyone in a cloud of smoke. He could hear the tires screeching and of honking horns long after he was out of sight, each one making his heart constrict.

Several moments later, Ian, the one appointed approached Craig. He was smoking like a mad bull, pacing while holding the mobile phone to his ear, calling for a taxi. An employee who had ventured out to see all the commotion had handed him the towel with ice.

"Put the phone down, Mr. Parker and let me take you back." The elder said softly but commandingly. Craig looked up at him, still more in awe of Ian than on friendly terms.

"That's all right. I can call for a taxi." Craig shook his head, finding himself suddenly dizzy.

Ian took the phone from his hand and slipped it into Craig's front pocket. "I said I would take you back. I may not be as violent as Mr. Urban is but I guarantee I'm twice as stubborn and accustom to getting my way." He smiled, his eyes crinkling in genuine concern.

Craig felt a surge of panic, fear; doubt and sudden loss rush through him as he stared at Sir Ian's face. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen." His voice broke as he was overcome with the tremors that shook his body, falling to his knees with Ian protectively kneeling with him. The older man wrapped his arms around Craig's shoulders as 'Haldir' completely broke down.

TBC