Friends

Title: Friends 1 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.
Disclai Oka 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. I make no monies from my stories posted here.
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Karl watched with mild amusement as a group of stunt men, all-powerful and built like All-Blacks attacked a much smaller but limber man, gracefully avoiding their onslaught of vicious blows and deadly jabs. To the untrained eyes, this would be an incredible scene of violence and pure luck for the smaller man yet Karl knew that every movement, every breath had been choreograph down to the last heartbeat. Finally, one lucky stuntman lands a deadly blow to the smaller man's back and thus, the big death scene.

All too soon, the moment is over and everyone returns to themselves, laughing, patting each other on the back and congratulating one another on a job well done. The smaller man receives many inquiries on his own behalf, which he just smiles and reassures everyone that he's fine.

"That was pretty impressive, Parker." Karl finally strolls up to the group to see his old friend. The face of the smaller man lights up and he flashes his sparkling smile.

"Kia ora, mate. I heard you'd be showing your charming face around here one of these days. How are you?" He said as Karl leaned in for a hug. Craig backed off a bit. "Not now. I'm all sweaty from all the practice." He explained but that didn't matter to Karl. He pulled him in for a hug anyway.

"This wouldn't be the first sweaty hug I've had from you." Karl whispered affectionately, making Craig giggle against him as the hug was returned.

"It has been far too long since I've had an Urban hug." Craig replied, pressing himself against the strong man and giving him a kiss on the cheek. They both chuckled.

"I meant it when I said that was impressive." Karl said as they pulled apart and headed for the cantina. The kiss didn't bother him because he knew that was just the way Craig was. He kissed everyone on the cheek.

"All an illusion, mate. You know that. If it were real, I'd be running in the other direction." He kidded. "Figures we've been working on that bit for months now and the first big scene I get to film is my own valiant death. But with the way the script keeps changing on this thing, who knows? I may end up outliving the whole lot!" He joked as they walked, limping pretty seriously but of course not drawing attention to it. "It's one thing to stray from Tolkien's word and kill off a character but Mr. Jackson has assured me they are writing in a grand death scene for me." Craig placed a hand on Karl's shoulder to help him walk steady. He'd been going full movement for hours and now that he'd come to a rest, his entire body was screaming at him for all the abuse he'd been putting himself through for the past few weeks.

"Shit, man. Everything you do is graceful. Always has been." Karl muttered quietly, causing Craig to look at him slightly, eyebrow arched.

"Me? Graceful? You're nutters, Urban." He laughed. Then he looked again at the look on Karl's face. "Are you flirting with me?" Craig whispered. They reached the quiet cantina and Karl grabbed two water bottles. He opened one and handed it to Craig.

"Who me? Nah, not me." He said, smirking slightly as his fingers brushed those of the other man. The small gesture, while slight, did not go unnoticed.

Craig just snickered as he replenished his body of the much needed water. "So, when did you get in?" He asked as he lowered his bruised and battered body onto a bench.

"I just arrived last night. I expected things to be a bit more crazy around here but it's quiet." Karl explained as he looked around the deserted tent.

"Most everyone is off site. They've been filming Helm's Deep at night so most of the guys are sleeping. I swear, it's like Night of the Living Dead when they all roll in each morning. Quite scary, actually. There's another unit down south filming with some hobbits and Sean and Elijah are doing blue screen. I get the joy of joining everyone at Helm's tomorrow night. The key stunt guys and I were just finishup, up, making sure we had all the moves down. What you saw was the end. This is I believe my third stint here and it's all been build-up for this one scene. We've been here for several hours today getting it down correctly." Craig explained, bringing his foot up onto the bench, pulling his pant leg up a bit and getting the first look at his battle scars. His entire ankle was swollen and seriously bruised where he's taken a blow from an Orc blade earlier in the day. He peeled his sock away from the swollen joint to take a closer look.

"Ouch! You should probably have it looked at." Karl bent forward and looked at Craig's injured ankle.

Craig smirked at Karl's obvious concern. "I'm fine, Karl. It just proves how graceful I really am." He reassured.

Karl knelt in front of Craig, took a hold of his foot and placed it gently onto his own thigh. He pushed Craig's trainers completely out of the way, exposing entientire calf. While he gently checked the bruising, his other hand stroked up the back of Craig's calf to behind his knee, bringing a soft sigh from the injured man.

"Did I hurt you?" Karl asked, knowing full well that the sigh was not one of pain. In fact, Karl knew which spots were particularly sensitive and he took full advantage.

Not to be outdone, Craig slid the heel that rested on Karl's thigh until it rested gently alongside Karl's groin. Glancing up, Karl smiled at the look on Craig's face. "No pain." Craig whispered as their eyes locked.

"So," Karl said softly, his fingers digging a bit deeper into the back of Craig's knee and calf as he continued to stroke the downy covered skin. "What time are you done here?"

Craig stretched his leg slightly, increasing the pressure of Karl's already form fitting jeans. "I have a few hours left. I have to head over and do some last minute costume fittings on my party frock and then it's off to the studio to grunt like an Orc and scream like a Ringwrath for a while." He smiled, watching Karl's face.

"So, does that mean you're free tonight?" Karl asked, a mischievous glint in his eye and his voice unbelievably steady.

Craig looked for several moments at Karl's face. Sexy Karl. Sure, they'd known each other for years and often spent time together. The past few months, however, they'd become a bit 'more' friendly than they had been previously. Craig could tell in his voice that some 'very' friendly time was what was on Karl's agenda. Craig slowly removed his foot from Karl's lap and smiled.

"Buy me a nice dinner and I'll free up anything I had planned." He agreed, taking another drink from his water bottle.

Karl watched in awe as the almost full water bottle emptied down Craig's throat, a throat that Karl knew first hand was capable of such wonders. With his sweaty face tilted back, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly and the muscles along the side of his neck straining, Karl couldn't help but to remember just what a beautiful sight Craig made in this same position on his knees. He moaned softly, making Craig giggle and choke on the last bit of liquid nourishment.

"Sorry." Craig blushed, seeing the flushed look of desire that had come across Karl's face.

"Quite all right." Karl said, equally embarrassed. He stood and squeezed Craig's knee. "Are you staying where everyone else is?" Peter Jackson had rented individual homes for the primary cast but those who had smaller roles stayed in an apartment type building, more like a college dorm. Karl had been assigned his own room the evening before.

"I am."

"Okay then. I'll come 'round six?" Karl nodded and began to walk away. Craig just smiled.

"Uh, Karl? You don't know which unit is mine." Craig reminded his friend.

"I'll find you. Trust me." Karl smiled and blushed again as he quickly left before embarrassing himself any further.

~~~~~
Craig watched Karl continue onto the car park, admiring the view. He finally shook his head and smiled to himself. What a nice upswing to the day, he thought. Karl was fun. He and Karl had been friends for years. Karl was uncomplicated and their friendship was simple. Their circles consisted of many of the same people and they ran into one another often at press and social events. Karl was a handsome man who felt about the craft much the way that Craig did. Neither worked for the fame, money, or the attention, although both had their exhibitionist qualities. They acted because they were good at it.

Karl was also a bit dangerous and Craig liked that. There was always a hint of risk surrounding the man and Craig found that quality highly addicting. When Karl did anything, he did things the whole way, everything to its limits. When he drove, he drove a strong motorcycle and he drove fast. When he played, he played as it was his last dying wish. When Karl was angry, his temper was like an explosion, blasting like a ball of fire to the skies. When Karl loved, well...Craig had seen him through a few breakups. When Karl fell in love, he fell hard and when his heart was broken, his life shattered around him. There had been so many nights spent at the bar, listening to Karl, offering encouragements and reaffirmations that 'yes, he would survive this one'. There had also been a few nights in which Craig had tucked Karl into bed after making sure he arrived home in one piece. Craig would usually sleep on Karl's couch on these nights, just to make sure Karl was okay. That was just the way Craig did things.

This other level of their friendship, the one that had only been going on for a few months was rarely spoken of. They were both single and one night in a bar, harmless flirting went one step further and they ended up sleeping together. It was no big deal for Craig because he wasn't looking for anything more. It was just casual sex and so much safer with someone you knew than a stranger. Karl was a straight man who sometimes needed a bit more and Craig could give him that. Besides, Karl was beautiful.
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Karl walked casually to his bike but anyone passing him would have seen the broad smile across his face and the sparkle in his eye. He had stopped by to pick up his schedule, hoping to catch a bit of the filming and to meet some of his fellow actors but he really hadn't thouabouabout running into Craig.

Karl had heard rumors that Craig had landed himself a role in this epic movie, which honestly d't s't surprise him at all. If there was anything big being filmed in New Zealand, of all people, Craig Parker would have found a way to get himself cast. Craig said himself that he was a slut when it came to work, he was willing to do anything to stay in his chosen profession and for him it worked.

Karl hadn't planned on getting together with the man but one look was all it took and Karl's body suddenly desired some attention. Now, Karl was straight. Very straight. There was just something about Craig. It wasn't like Karl got this sudden urge to shag men. Just Parker. Parker wasn't straight. Everyone knew Parker wasn't. He'd never admitted it but it was just a given, a fact without dispute.

The last time they'd run into each other had been a boring charity event a few weeks back. They told crude jokes to one another for entertainment and finally ended up sneaking out the back and getting stoned. Just because the night ended up with Craig on his knees and Karl bracing himself for one hell of an orgasm, it didn't mean anything. So, maybe that wasn't the first time. Okay, so maybe they'd done more with each other in the past. It didn't mean Karl was gay, right?

Craig assured Karl that he wasn't. Craig could just give him something that so many women in Karl's past couldn't. In fact, Craig explained that most of the men he'd had sex with over the years considered themselves straight. Craig could get quite analytical on the subject with enough alcohol. He just knew that straight men felt safe using him to live out some fantasies that they normally would just keep repressed and that was fine with him.

The main reason, Karl didn't have to be afraid of breaking Craig. He was a lot tougher than he looked. Craig knew what to say to make Karl's blood boil, knowing just what to say or do that brought Karl to the very edge of rapture and then pushing one step further. Craig understood how a guy thought, what felt good and really, when it was just about physical release. It didn't bother Craig in the slightest that none of his 'encounters' would lead to a relationship because he didn't want one.

The other main reason and probably the biggest was discretion. Craig knew when to keep his mouth shut and so did his partners it seemed. Craig lived a life of discretion and always seemed to know eyes were watching and how to act. He never drew unnecessary attention to himself plus he was so charming that even if anyone saw something that they shouldn't have, they didn't bring focus to it in order to keep Craig safe. He was protected by those around him.

Craig was happy being single. He'd done the relationship thing, actually lived with a lover for many years, only to just recently have it come to an official end. It had been over for a few years before, but neither wanted to admit it. Thankfully, they managed to remain friends but it wasn't until they'd spent months avoiding one another. There had been a few potential relationships since then that never ended up working out. Lately, Craig just enjoyed his freedom. He found as time went by that this was a much easier way to live his life, particularly with his schedule. He found freedom in being able to make decisions for himself without having to check with another. He had a few close people around him for when he felt lonely and kept himself busy otherwise. Craig was easy going and uncomplicated, traits that just made him even more irresistible to Karl.

Karl had always been the 'marrying' kind. He drifted from relationship to relationship, searching for something he just hadn't found yet. Craig had been there for many of them, consoling and getting Karl to move on. But here they were both away from home, emotionally unattached at the moment and with a night with nothing planned. A good dinner, some good Scotch and a night of exhausting sex sounded pretty good to Karl.
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Craig ended getting back to his temporary residence much later than originally planned and he was just stepping out of the shower when he heard a knock. He quickly wrapped a towel around his midsection and limped to the door.

"Sorry, I'm running a bit late." He flashed Karl a charming smile as he invited the taller man inside. "Give me a minute and I'll put something on."

Karl stood in the doorway stunned for just a moment before regaining his senses and calming certain body parts. He expected Craig to be well dressed as he always was but clad in only a towel, dripping, skin still flushed from the heat of the shower was not something he'd anticipated. And strangely enough, he found it very erotic. Attempting to keep his eyes diverted and failing miserably, Karl stepped inside and closed the door behind him as Craig returned to the bedroom.

"The costuming lasted longer than I thought it would." Craig called as he removed the towel just inside the bedroom door, giving Karl the quickest and briefest flash of tanned flesh Karl had ever experienced. Craig was completely oblivious to his affect on his visitor's body and Karl always admired his lack of self-consciousness in front of people.

Karl took a few deep breaths and decided to look around the place, noticing how neat everything was. Craig was a very tidy person vs. Karl. Karl's apartment even though he'd only been in it one day already looked like a bachelor pad. With the exception of the ashtray and the script revisions sitting on the coffee table, Craig's place hardly looked lived in at all.

"Don't rush. It's not like I'm taking you to a place that requires reservations or anything." Karl replied. He made himself at home on the sofa, set down the bag he carried and checked out Craig's script. After a few minutes, Craig reappeared, dressed in slacks and a nice sweater,llinlling freshly cologned and hair gelled. He set his socks on the opposite end of the sofa and reached for his shoes, which were under the edge of the sofa on the other side of Karl. .

"And I expected nothing less." Craig mocked as he reached across the front of Karl. "Actually, any place that serves food and a robust lager sounds excellent. Ever since I stepped off the plane, I have been going non-stop on this thing as well as a few other commitments I have while in town. It just seems like all I do is rush from one appointment to another. It's getting downright bloody annoying." Craig leaned back and briefly closed his eyes. He needed just one moment to just relax.

"You up for this?" Karl asked, noticing how tired Craig actually looked when you looked close enough.

Realizing he was being watched, Craig masked his physical and mental exhaustion and he grinned. "Pass up having dinner with you? Only a pack of rabid wargs could keep me from this." He said. He lifted his foot to begin to put on his sock and he winced visibly, holding his hand over his injured joint. Karl took notice. He smiled to himself. Glancing at the ankle, his instincts had been right. He shook his head, pushed the coffee table out of his way and he moved himself down to the floor taking a hold of his Craig's foot. Craig just looked at him like he'd suddenly grown three heads.

"What are you doing?" Craig asked, a slight smile curling at the corner of his lips, trying to pull his leg from Karl's grasp. Karl dumped the contents of a small white bag onto the floor, revealing first aid supplies.

"If I know you at all, I know you didn't have anyone look at this and the last thing we all need is the captain of the guard coming down with gangrene because he didn't want to admit he'd been hurt." Karl stated, rolling the pant leg up and out of the way as he inspected the wound. It looked better than he'd expected, still swollen and bruised and by how Craig was babying it, he also figured it was quite sore.

Craig grinned as he leaned back, giving complete control over to Karl. "You're in a maternal mood tonight." He teased. "It's been a while since I let anyone do something like this, you know." He said, a level of seriousness to his voice as he watched Karl check his ankle. He winced in pain when several Karl touched a tender spot.

"Oh, sorry." Karl said, stilling his movements. Eventually, Craig's face relaxed again and he continued.

"Karl?" Craig asked after several silent moments. Karl was now wrapping his entire ankle in a support.

"Yeah?" Karl answered, finishing and running his hand over the new reinforcement.

"Why are you being so nice?" Craig asked simply, his voice low. He'd seen the caring in Karl's face as he worked, much as a father would take care of his son's hurts or like those of a lover … Craig was confused.

"Because we're mates, right?" Karl smiled, picking up the garbage and standing to get just a hint of physical separateness. Although he would have loved to just begin caressing Craig's leg and continuing all night, he knew Craig usually tried to remain a bit more unattached emotionally with everyone. "Mates help each other out, right?" Karl found the garbage in the kitchen and disposed of the wrappings.

Craig chuckled as he picked up his socks and began putting them on. "You still want to go to dinner?" He asked, knowing full well what Karl wanted to be doing. .

"Yeah, I'm starving!" Karl replied. "Get your arse in gear, Parker." He said in his best manly voice, making Craig chuckle. Karl had never met another man who giggled the way that Craig did. Usually, Karl wasn't comfortable with a man who showed effeminate qualities but for some reason, they didn't bother him on Craig. Karl knew he wasn't the only one who felt this way about him either. Craig could get away with just about anything and people would still love him. There was just something about his personality that won people over.

Craig finished and stood, surprised that his ankle felt much better with the support that Karl had given him and they headed out the door to the car park.

"Did they get you a rental?" Craig asked.

"Nope. I rode up on my bike. You?" Karl answered. Craig shook his head.

"I guess we're going on your bike then." He smiled, an excited look in his eyes. He loved riding on the back of Karl's bike, having been privy to it a few times over the years. Karl laughed.

"You want it fast, Parker?" Karl teased.

Craig nodded slightly. "You know how I like it."

"Right." Karl swung his leg over the bike and held out his hand to help Craig.

"Oh, I think I can handle this." Craig winked, hand on Karl's shoulder as he placed himself neatly behind. The sexual attraction between them was clear and they both knew how this evening was going to end up. Karl knew Craig would slide up close, fitting his hips tight against Karl's backside and wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Take the long way around, Karl. Make it last." Craig whispered in his ear, slipping one of his hands under the waistband of Karl's jeans intimately against his belly. Karl swallowed hard, took a deep breath and started the bike. He could feel the heart beating against his back as Craig hung on tightly.
~~~~~

"Do you want a drink?" Craig asked, slipping off his shoes and neatly putting them where they had been found before dinner. Not waiting on an answer, he headed for the kitchen.

"Sure." Karl agreed, feeling like the night was just beginning. He walked to the window, looking out at the skyline. So far, everything had been perfect. He'd enjoyed just talking with the other man, a bit regretful that they hadn't been closer over the years. All through dinner, Craig had kept him in stitches with his stories and wicked sense of humor, which Karl loved. He couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed so much with anyone or felt so comfortable.

They'd shared a wonderful dinner, never searching for a topic in their conversation and both reveled in spending time with someone they knew. Going 'on location' often met spending countless hours with complete strangers so this was a very nice treat for the both of them. They talked work, gossiped about fellow actors, speculated on the magnitude of the current project and even made a date to begin working out at the gym together, which was a necessity for their roles.

Craig returned from the kitchen and joined Karl at the window, handing him a glass of some sort of amber liquid.

"Wow, I get the good stuff?" Karl joked as he took the glass and turned to look at Craig.

Craig held his glass up, his eyes sparkling. "To this moment." He offered as the toast. Karl felt the heat in the room rise several degrees.

Craig's eyes met Karl's as he drained the glass in one large swallow, watching Karl do the same. The expensive liquor burned down his throat and pooled in his gut. Then, without another word, Craig took Karl's empty glass and set them on the table. He then placed his arms on either side of Karl's shoulder, leaning very close and he whispered. "Everything is good with you, Karl." He whispered, his breath brushing against Karl's ear.

That was about all Karl needed. Instantly, he took a hold of Craig's wrists and had the smaller man pinned against the wall, pressing his body against him. Karl leaned in for a passionate kiss but Craig turned his head quickly to the side. Karl should have known better. Craig would put his mouth anywhere you asked him and do such wicked things to the body but kissing on the lips was off limits. However, that didn't stop Karl. Kissing and tasting Craig anywhere on his body was worth it because Craig was so damn responsive. Karl had never been with a woman who responded to him the way that Craig did. And Craig always returned the favor, devouring his partner's body threefold.

They'd been together oftnougnough over the past several months for Karl to read Craig's responses. Karl wondered if Craig was like this with everyone that he had sex with. All Karl knew for sure was that Craig's little sighs, moans and whimpers turned him on more than anything else. Even though he wouldn't kiss him, there was no doubt if Craig liked what he was doing. His body arched, pressed and responded to every nip and suck Karl gave.

Any physical contact was good for Craig. He liked the way that Karl treated him. Karl was strong and didn't treat him like he could break or even remotely like he would treat a woman. Too many partners through his adult life, his ex included treated him like he was made of fine china, never taking him over that edge of need that Karl did so effortlessly. Romance was fine in it's time and place and long soft lovemaking belonged someplace else. For single nights, Craig preferred a bit more adrenaline.

"Damn, Karl." Craig gasped as Karl sucked on his neck. Karl had him pinned, his hands gripping his wrists against the wall, his hips grinding against Craig's. Craig kept trying to move, trying to reciprocate some of the physical need but he was held almost immobile.

Karl pulled his head back for a brief moment, wanting to see the flush that he knew would be on Craig's face. Their eyes met and Karl saw the evil glint fall across Craig's angelic face.

"What?" Karl asked, laughing silently. He knew better than to trust that look. Slowly, Craig let his legs collapse under him, sliding antagonizing slow down the wall. Karl still held his hands, not allowing their use.

Craig didn't need his hands. As he slid, he kissed and licked any bare flesh he found along the way. Karl was wearing a buttoned up shirt and soon, Craig was out of skin. He looked up at Karl, eyes watching his every movement and he bit off the nearest button.

Suddenly, the little bit of blood that remained in Karl's brain went immediately south. "Oh, fuck." Karl moaned and Craig bit off another button.

All Karl was aware of was the pulse in the wrists he held so tightly and the mouth on his chest. Warm, wet tongue, teeth pulling at fabric, tugging of material all made Karl's skin burn with desire. Karl closed his eyes and concentrated on just feeling, all his nerve endings right on the surface.

"Yeah, that's so good." He mumbled as his desire burned.

Craig continued his torture, knowing all the spots to hit, having memorized Karl's body a long time ago. Karl enjoyed it when Craig used his teeth, biting the delicate nubs on his chest, pulling so close to the point of pain yet somehow never crossing that line. He'd always follow with the flat of his tongue, not just the tip, caressing the bruised skin before moving to the next one. Karl liked the feeling of being eaten alive and Craig wasn't afraid to open his mouth and bite, tasting the flesh while applying suction like Karl had never thought a human could do. Craig could destroy all of Karl's resolve simply by his mouth.

Karl closed his eyes and just went with the feeling, letting Craig work his magic over his body. He let go of any barriers and just felt as his heart pounded in his chest and his pants became unbearably tight.

"Karl," Craig said, sounding to be in a bit of pain. Karl opened his eyes and looked at the odd angle that Craig's arms were in.

"Oh, sorry luv." Karl immediately released Craig's hands and he started rubbing his strained shoulders. "Can you...you know...without..." Karl stammered, looking down at Craig's smile.

"Can I do this without my hands?" Craig smirked, licking across Karl's stomach. He obediently crossed his hands behind his back. "As you wish." He purred, looking up at Karl so willingly subservient. Karl's knees started shaking, his mind conjuring up all sorts of images of submissive Craig and things he'd like to do with him.

But with Craig, if you looked hard enough into his eyes, you could also see that little dominant gene. "Brace yourself, Urban." He said as he pressed his face along the swelling trapped inside Karl's jeans.

"Oh, yeah." Karl sighed, bracing his hands against the wall. This was going to be good.

Craig managed to getl pul purring again as he pulled the shirt out from Karl's jeans, biting Karl's bare side before trailing his tongue down to Karl's navel and then slowly along the top rim of his jeans. Craig's mouth was everywhere, along his bare skin, nuzzling the bulge, occasionally nipping along Karl's jean clad thighs, biting just enough and pulling on the fabric, making the hairs on Karl's legs stand up.

"Bloody hell, Parker." Karl gasped as he felt the button of his jeans pop open. He could hear Craig chuckle as another button went. Craig managed to push part of the material away as he gave some attention to the tender skin just above Karl's pubic line.

Karl was breathing heavily, his eyes watching Craig's every move as a thin layer of sweat broke out along his chest. He quickly removed his own shirt, tossing it to the ground so he could see clearly. All of his buttons on his jeans were now open and he couldn't wait any longer. He kicked off his shoes and shoved his jeans down, stepping out of them while Craig watched with a flushed face and a smirk.

"In a hurry, mate?" Craig waited patiently.

"Fuck yeah, Parker. Remember that, will ya?" Karl said lightly but completely serious. He returned to his spot in front of the kneeling man, bracing himself back against the wall.

Craig's eyes were riveted on the mound pressing against the fabric in the front of Karl's boxers, a moist spot showing its enjoyment. Craig placed his hands behind his back and knelt up to begin again at the quivering flesh of Karl's stomach. He could hKarlKarl groan in frustration.

"Just take it down, mate." Karl begged but Craig was doing this his way.

He worked Karl back up before taking the material of Karl's boxers between his teeth, grazing slightly along the rigid flesh, pulling the offending material out of his way, finally granting Karl the much needed release. Karl let the material slide down his legs, kicking them across the room. Craig sat back on his haunches, admiring the close-up view he had of such a fine piece of flesh.

"Now, that's something to be proud of." He murmured, rubbing his cheek along the bare flesh.

"Just do it already." Karl said impatiently, thrusting his hips forward, enjoying the friction against Craig's stubbly cheek but needing more, so much more.

"Karl," Craig said softly, taking a long swipe with his tongue up the entire length of Karl's erection. Karl wasn't listening, drowning in the sensations. "Karl?" He repeated before lapping at the steady drip.

"What?" Karl asked impatiently, looking down into Craig's crystal blue eyes.

Craig smiled. "Promise me something?" He continued sucking and nipping, making it hard for Karl to think about much of anything.

"Yeah, yeah, anything." Karl nodded, ready to agree to anything. At this point, he would have agreed to give over his first born for some relief.

Craig let the question hang in the air as he suddenly took Karl's entire length in his mouth, causing Karl to buck. While many men would have gagged, Craig had been doing this for a few years so he was ready. He groaned around the muscle, massaging it with his open throat. He quickly established a fast paced rhythm, hardly allowing Karl time to breath between the moans. His pace was maddening and Karl felt himself spiraling toward the heavens. With women, Karl always enjoyed the slow build before a climax but with Craig, the sudden rush nearly made him black out with the intensity.

As quickly as it had started, suddenly Karl felt cold where there should have been warmth as Craig stood before him, kissing his neck.

"What the fuck?" Karl whimpered, his head spinning. He was right there. One or two more thrusts and he'd have found that sweet release. Instead, he felt Craig's hands slide up his chest and fingernglingling in his hair and for the first time, Karl realized that Craig was still completely dressed.

Craig took Karl's earlobe between his teeth and he bit almost enough to cause pain as his fingers tugged in Karl's locks. His tongue flicked along the curve of Karl's end hnd he whispered. "Fuck me."

TBC