A COMBINATION OF FORCES

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Title: Combination of Forces (1/?)
Authors: rufferto and punk_pony @ Livejournal
Edited: By punk_pony
Rating: NC-17 because we know you love it
Pairing: Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson / Karl Urban
Summary: In the spirit of Doom's opening in theaters, a story of how Dwayne and Karl find salvation... and something more... in a most unlikely place.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, this didn't happen. Not making any money. This is just for entertainment. This is just a figment of our overactive imaginations.
Dedication: My part in this fic dedicated to Lozateazer and Hickorynut.

Punk_Pony's Karl Urban is my inspiration for this fic. I could not have even remotely attempted this with anyone else. She is a fantastic writer, and a wonderful friend. Before this, there has been to my knowledge, no Dwayne Johnson RPS. And Karl Urban and Dwayne Johnson have never been paired. After DOOM, it will be all over the place, I can certainly tell you that.

As my dear punk_pony says, if nothing else, we knew we were on the right track when we came across the Comiccon video where Dwayne told the audience, "Now Karl know why they call me 'The Rock'..."

I'd like to thank also the wonderful people who have put up with me while we got onto our Dwayne/Karl bender.

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Chapter 1: Revelations

Dwayne Johnson turns off the shower head and wraps a towel around his waist with a sigh. It's been a long hard day, and he's tired. He's spent all morning on the set of Doom, not to mention the extra stress of developing camaraderie with men he hardly knew. He wonders When things had gotten so damn complex, idly rubbing his face and stepping into the empty trailer.

But the Trailer Dwayne thought was empty is...less than so. His costar, Karl Urban, stands before one of the make up chairs, facing the lighted mirror so that the broad knot work of his back muscles are presented to the other man. Still in the heavy black military pants of their characters, Karl has peeled his shirt off and is currently scrubbing the sweat from his hair with it. He doesn't immediately notice when Dwayne enters, but his instinct has him lifting his head curiously.

Dwayne starts when he sees Karl; he had not expected company as he was about to wind down from the day. A little smile curves at his lips as he stalks into the room, completely self assured in his masculinity. "Hi, Karl. Thought everyone had headed back to the hotel already." He moves towards a small gym bag and rifles through it for his normal clothes. It's nearly impossible for him to blend in with the crowd. He takes the opportunity to admire the broad muscular back presented to him and immediately suppresses any physical urges. It's almost second nature now, due to self-preservation. In his world, a man who desires other men is taboo. He'd long since learned to suppress it.

But ever since beginning production on the movie Doom, Karl Urban has managed to chip those defenses down a notch or two more than Dwayne likes. He realizes knows next to nothing about the kiwi, but admires him, enjoying his acting style and appreciating watching him on the screen more than he would ever admit. Besides, there are serious rumors about Karl and they swing in both directions. Dwayne isn't sure which is true. He tosses his towel on the chair and pulls on his underwear. "Hey, I was going to stop for some traditional Indian food, you care to join me?"

Karl's tense awareness evaporates into a relaxed posture as he meets Dwayne's gaze, then allows his eyes to trickle along the length of his co-star's body. Hmm. Fresh from the shower. Karl knows Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson has made his fame in American Wrestling, but he hadn't really made note of the other man until the day he saw him looking -sexy as fuck- in that movie about the Mummies.. whatever it was. All Karl can really recall about it was that Dwayne was half naked nearly the entire time. However, the real thing, he decides as the larger man shucks off his towel, is a damn sight better.

Karl tilts his head, replying in the quiet timbre he knows made Craig shudder back in their Xena days, "Aye, most everyone else is gone, mate. But I'm up for a bit of Indian." His grin widens, just short of a leer, as he kicks off his trousers and prowls past the larger (Christ, larger than Mark even!) man, heading towards the shower stall Dwayne just vacated, "Gimme half sec to clean up, eh?" The weight of the gaze on his ass reassures Karl, and he smirks slightly as he closes the door behind him. Only then does he lean back and glance down. Bloody hell, pass too close to the man and Karl had a visceral reaction...

Dwayne is somewhat surprised that the other man agreed to come. He tracks Karl with his eyes across the room, unable to drag them away. "Righto." he nods, clearing his throat and wills his body to calm down. How many weeks had they been working together? Not long, and every day was an exercise in control. Years and years of suppression, damn, unraveled in only a few weeks of being on set with the one man in the world who seems capable of taming the energy around him and drawing the electricity that radiated from "The Rock" to one thought. A raging desire to throw him down on the floor and... Dwayne shook his head, clearing that thought right out of his brain.

It was no good to focus on fellow actors, especially ones of such a questionable reputation. No one seemed to know one way or the other if Karl Urban was or was not. Maybe he'd been listening to the wrong people. The Americans on the set knew next to nothing about the Kiwi. Then again, they had very little concept of what society in New Zealand was like. Apparently it was a lot more open minded. He tugged on his pants, thanking God that he had chosen a pair of baggy ones. He pulled on a white shirt and tied up the laces of his boots. "I've had it recommended, apparently they do everything in the old tradition. I love Indian Food, and have been considering making a trip into the mountains to do some sightseeing."

Karl turns the shower on to a blasting cold, a practice he's become rather familiar with in the few short weeks he and Dwayne have been working on Doom together. Typically, Karl isn't one to waste time, especially when he wants someone as bad as he wants Dwayne. But the other man radiates conflicted emotions, and Karl senses he has the American Wrestling Culture to thank for that. Though how an event that heralds half naked men grabbing at each other could be anything but Homoerotic, Karl doesn't know. He smirks and glances to the closed door, stepping under the icy water with a soft hiss. His erection quickly ebbs, and he finally sighs, scrubbing quickly and moving from the shower He listens to Dwayne's words through the door as he briskly rubs himself dry and winds the towel about his hips. Pushing open the door a bit abruptly, he murmurs with growing interest, "Mountains... Do you ride horses?" He tries to think if he remembers seeing Dwayne on a horse in that Mummy Movie. He honestly can't recall.

"I have," Dwayne nods as he finishes lacing his boots. "One of my buddies owns a ranch in Arizona, he tends to tempt me there every now and then with the threat of good food and no cameras. Always a pleasant combination." he pulls on a pair of sunglasses. Unfortunately for Dwayne, the sunglasses are sort of like Clark Kent trying to pretend to not be Superman. They do nothing to hide who he is. He can only hope that being in Prague will help them keep a low profile tonight. "We have a short break coming up, and I planned on going out then. There will be some rock climbing involved. You up for a bit of sweating?" he lounges on the couch, watching Karl all the while.

Karl snorts at the question, his expression amused. He ambles past Dwayne, in complete control of his heat and energy, and pulls out his own bag, unzipping it and dragging out some jeans, "Sweating, I can do." He pauses, "..I've missed horseriding since Rings..ehm, Lord of the Rings, I mean. Involved alot of riding." He leaves off, shaking his head. Dwayne is hot right now, and in more ways than one. Karl knows for a fact the man has at least another six movies lined up after this one. Everyone wants a piece of the man. But, turning from pulling on boxers and a pair of ragged jeans, Karl muses that he can't exactly blame them... Dwayne is a force. It's something Karl knew from the instant he shook the large man's hand and looked into eyes that could pierce as well as his own. And Dwayne isn't just a Physical force, though he's proven that plenty in the ring. The broad shouldered man is an intense being of tightly coiled energy that he releases like a panther striking in very deliberate moments. He dominates the screen, draws all eyes no matter where he is (Karl has the sensation he would even if he were 5'4" and a twig), and literally entices those around him into his world. Dwayne Johnson was a Black Hole of sex appeal. And Christ, Karl needed to get laid.

Looking up from his complicated thoughts, Karl pulls on a T-Shirt reading, "Lord of Rohan" and runs his fingers through his slightly wild, damp hair. That's another thing he's had to get used to. It's neither gone like in Bourne, nor long like in Rings. It feels... in between. Kind of like Karl, sometimes. Nonetheless, he reveals none of this musings as he steps into his shoes, grabbing his keys and the one bit of jewelry he wears.. the necklace with the ring, "Ready when you are, mate."

Dwayne takes a few moment to calm his breathing as he rises. Years of training. He nods, leading the way out of the trailer. "You have a car? Otherwise I have to call my limo. Sonsofbitches won't let me off by my lonesome, they're afraid someone might mug me." He glances back a Karl with a wide grin and winks. "Or something." He wondered what Karl was thinking about, and admired the choice of clothing, it fit the kiwi well. Especially the jeans. They showed off that nice ass quite well.

"Yeah, I got my Jeep," Karl replies easily, admiring the long limbed power found in the back of Dwayne's thighs. Fucking -Huge- Thighs... Karl's stomach trembles slightly. Turning them towards the Carpark, he distractedly slips the necklace over his head as he talks, "Now I warn ye, it's no limo. Hell, it's not even the newest model. I've just had this Jeep for years... Take it ever'where with me." It'd been with him on Xena, throughout Rings, and right on into Bourne Supremacy. And now it was here, and Karl was seriously considering getting it it's own passport so he could keep track. He unlocks the doors manually, grinning when he realizes he's glad he left the top off. Dwayne's head would bust right through the ceiling. Watching the other man climb in, he murmurs quietly in bemusement, "...something tells me it'd take quite a lot of screaming women to mug you proper, Dwayne.." His castmate's name, as it usually does, comes out sounding more 'Dwonne' than 'Dwayne.' Karl has trouble with the twang when he's not faking an accent.

The taller man considers the jeep and pulls the passenger seat way back to accommodate his long legs. "Nice," he likes it. "I'll direct you through the city." One particular talent he had was to memorize maps. It was was like how he could command different languages with only a few short weeks of practice, he was far more than just muscle. "It should be near the outskirts." Dwayne rattles off an address and street names that only a native of Prague could probably pronounce.

"I can understand that, by the way. I have a Suzuki at home and its my baby." Even with the seat all the way back Dwayne has to bend his knees... not that he minds. Its nice to be out of the mainstream and away from the cameras. He relaxes, "True that, though it almost happened once. Don't think I've ever gotten over it. Some crazy woman stole my favorite pair of sunglasses and they were a two dollar pair I got at a gas station. Fans are great, and I appreciate them all, truly I do. But some of them..." Dwayne shudders.

Karl chuckles deeply, slanting his gaze at Dwayne. The man looks strangely endearing all folded up into his passenger seat, and Karl replies as he cranks the engine and follows directions, "It's funny how thing's like that come t'mean more to you than the real expensive stuff... and yeah, Fans.." Karl shakes his head, still grinning, "It's priceless the things they'll do...and I bet you've had all sorts.." Did that just have innuendo? Damn, reel it in, Urban, before you make the man uncomfortable!

With Dwayne's instructions, he quickly finds the restaurant... more a house along a row of houses, all pressed against the other, than a restaurant. But the interior is dim and filled with the scents of spices, both familiar and alien. Karl pauses at the entry to absorb the atmosphere, his stomach piping up enthusiastically.

"Christ.. been ages since I've had good Indian...especially in Prague." He can feel Dwayne's overpowering presence at his back, and he glances back with an arch look. "Who referred you to this place?"

"Would you believe Hulk Hogan?" he grins, and the restaurant owner bustles up, a small Indian woman who bows in deference. She speaks only Indian, but Dwayne has a knowledge of the language that never quite left him and she is more than a little impressed when he responds and requests something from her with his trademark smile. She hurries up all in a lather to please the foreigners. Eventually she returns with a waiter in traditional garb and they are led through the restaurant to a secluded 'room' with traditional Indian barriers as walls. There are pillows instead of chairs and the table is very low. Dwayne thanks the woman and settles down on the pillows. "Nicer than I expected. She'll be back with the menus."

While Karl appears to absorb all this in stride, he's really quite impressed. He himself speaks Maori, Tazmani, Hiri Motu, conversational German, and a smattering of other languages, so he always has n appreciation for those who have expanded their language barriers. This is obviously one of Dwayne's many strong points, and it feels comfortable to let him guide the course of the evening. Folding onto his own pillows in a single, fluid motion, Karl rests his wrists on his knees and gazes at Dwayne quietly, his expression patient. After a time, he comments, "you're very good with the language, Dwayne... Have you ever been to India?" Beyond hype, and the awestruck mutterings of his fellow castmates, Karl realizes there is precious little he knows about Dwayne. The Rock, perhaps.. but not Dwayne. And Karl is nothing if not familiar with forming a protective outter facade..

Dwayne sits cross-legged on the opposite side of the table, flexibility obviously another talent. "Only once, but I've always been good with memorization." he holds Karl's gaze, never one to look anywhere but directly at a companion when with him. It wasn't that he was completely secure, it was simply that he found it rude to do otherwise. Drinks were brought along with buttered nan and sweet potato patties. The elderly lady brings Dwayne a glass of juice that seems to have a bit of a gingery smell to it and whatever Karl wishes. "Liquor later," he explains. He doesn't generally drink much. He finds that he loves how Karl says his name, its never been said quite like that and it sends shivers up his spine. He can feel heat in his body accumulating. Just where yet, he's not sure.

Karl's gaze rests easily on Dwayne's, and unlike most men who meet his eyes, there's no challenge in them. They're simply looking at one another, and it's a sensation both unusual and pleasurable to Karl. He tilts his head, requesting a cardamom tea and Idli by their native labels, lips quirking at the significant look Dwayne shoots him. When they arrive, he finally breaks their mutual gaze to smile his appreciation at the woman serving them, whom despite putting them in care of a waiter, seems to insist on doing most things for herself. The older, motherly looking woman flushes at Karl's smile, then waves his praise away and disappears from the room, clucking quietly in bemusement.

Dwayne clears his throat, shifting in his position. He swaths a piece of the buttered nan into sauce and brings it to his lips, "Ahhh... perfect." he says raptly, it has been a long time since he's had real Indian food. He doesn't pay much attention to the woman, having a very distracting vision in front of him, after all. Where were all those walls and defenses now? "This is exactly what I was looking for, tonight, Karl. Thanks for joining me, I hate eating alone. I've been doing a precious lot of it lately, moving about so much." he takes the time to study Karl, because the man apparently doesn't seem to mind. Perfectly toned body, smaller than his of course, but pleasing none the less. In fact, extremely so. He had exactly the right blend of muscles and curves to make him both hard and soft at the same time. Dwayne tried his best to make it appear that he wasn't checking Karl out. God, Johnson, where's your legendary control now?

Karl's focus narrows to Dwayne's mouth, and the way his lips close around the nan in his fingers. The air in the small room climbs a few more degrees, and Karl's throat works in a swallow. Is Dwayne purposely teasing him, or does the man just not realize his sexual appeal?? Karl has a sensation that it's the latter. Leaning back, he gathers the reins of his control and tells himself firmly to cut it out. Dwayne probably hasn't any interest in him, even if he is inclined towards men. And Dwayne isn't even Karl's Type! Craig is Karl's Type... Viggo is Karl's type. But Dwayne is... something else. Hell, he's the very personification of masculinity, and yet...

Karl blinks, realizing he's been staring at the taller man with an open expression in his tawny eyes. Silently, Karl licks his lips and pops an Idli pattie into his mouth, concentrating on the flavorful paste to reassert his control. He finally responds to Dwayne, "...Aye, I have to say.. this is a sight better than the plans I'd originally had." Which had been to go home alone and crash on his bed...

Dwayne tries hard to recognize the look in Karl's eyes, what exactly is it? He rubs the back of his neck, ouch. Tight. He drinks his juice, washing down the nan easily. He'd been feeling -something- from Karl for the last week. It was a restrained feeling, and he felt sure that the kiwi was holding back. If he was a more open man with such things he might ask, but that was not his style. Ever since he had joined WWF, he'd put that part of him away. "Karl," he considers, trying to form a question in his mind, any question. "What were your plans, anyway?" He decided a safe subject was best. The main course begins to come around and fabulous curries and chickens and all sorts of creative Indian dishes grace their table. They are both given plates and napkins, but no utensils. "Lately I've just been crashing at the hotel. This sets been pretty grueling, though I imagine not have so bad as it was on Lord of the Rings."

Karl notes the wince as Dwayne grips the nape of his neck. He lofts an eyebrow curiously, artfully skirting the topic of his plans by murmuring, "..y'should let me work on your shoulders some time, Dwayne... I've strong hands.." and dammit he's coming onto the man again. Karl quickly reaches for the chicken curry and Chapathi, fingers inadvertently brushing Dwayne's as he too reaches for it. Despite the mounting tension, Karl's eyes haven't strayed from the taller man's, and at the contact he finally feels compelled to answer, "..I'd likely do the same as you.. just go t'sleep.."

It's the memory of Rings that brings him back, pulls his extended hand back over his plate as he sits back on his pillows. He sucks the curry sauce from his fingertips, thrilling at the spiced flavor, and carefully arranges an expression of diffidence before continuing quietly, "...Rings was an experience that's not.. comparable... to any other set I've ever known." It -wasn't- a set... It was a lifetime. Perhaps one that was too short... but Karl can't bring himself to live in the past, nor regret the present. Especially with Dwayne sitting across from him..

Dwayne nods, "I can imagine." voice soft. He's not sure why he offers, but he has decided that he doesn't want tonight to end with dinner. He finds getting to know Karl might be a good step in them being able to develop a convincing camaraderie for the movie. Thats his logical side talking, his more human side just wants to get know Karl. "Well, if you want you can come by my rooms and we can watch something. I think there's a survivor series on for WWF tonight. And it’s been forever since my neck's been worked out, actually. My trainer usually does it, but he's not here." He licks at the curry, god its absolutely fantastic. Hogan has great taste in restaurants. He watches Karl lounge back, the man is exquisitely flexible. The spice of the curries, that's the reason for the rising temperature. Yes. "Or we can throw a movie in, I know wrestling isn't exactly everyone's favorite pastime."

Karl nods, hesitant at first, then seeming to make a decision. So be it.. He'll see where this goes. "I must admit, I've not ever watched Wrestling..." He offers a completely unabashed grin at that confession, shrugging careless shoulders and plucking some goli bajje from a platter. He 'hmm's softly around the high spice, it's potency burning in the cuts on his fingers and leaving his tongue feeling heavy and moist. -This- is the time that matters, Karl muses. This Here and Now, where his senses are engaged and his mind at peace... He lets himself let go of the worry, and of the tension his attraction to Dwayne creates. It won't do to be uncomfortable around the man who is to be his closest friend in this movie. (Of course, a voice in Karl's head reminds him it wont do for him to be dead either, if he propositions Dwayne and the man is straight.) Maybe a little insight into the Wrestling world will explain the strange juxtaposition of heat and retreat that Dwayne exhibits with him.. "sure...sounds interesting, mate. And I'll work on your neck, if y'like."

"You're an angel, Urban." Dwayne winks, and starts earnestly eating the food now. For some reason the exchange put him completely at ease with the man in front of him. At first he had not been sure this would work, them spending time alone together, but now. Now he finds he's looking forward to it. Karl is an interesting man, probably has a lot of stories, he's done a number of movies of varying styles. Dwayne's sure that they are going to get along. He was quite thrilled by the Ring's movies, and anyone who went through what those men had to for that movie, Dwayne respects the hell out of. "You've never watched wrestling?" his eyebrow raises, "Oh right, I forgot. You're from New Zealand." he laughs softly. "You haven't seen anything till you've seen men toss each other around for fun."

"Mmm.." Karl eyes Dwayne, seriously questioning if the man realizes what he says... or the -way- he says it. He clears his throat easily, lips twitching slowly, "..I imagine I have an idea.. Dwayne.." His voice is lower, almost a purr, but his posture is completely non-suggestive. Karl leans forward again, this time reaching for the sweeter dishes of Rasgulla and Mysore Pak, popping the sweetmeat and bread combination into his mouth with an amount of relish. The flavors temper the heat from the spices, leaving him feeling full and content..

Dwayne is not entirely sure what to think of that reply, quite soon they have finished their meal. He pats his stomach gleefully, "We are certainly coming back here, that's certain." Throughout the rest of it, he had shared a few details about living in California, and coaxes Karl to come visit again. "You haven't seen anything until you've been on the drive from San Jose to San Francisco, Karl." he says, "My favorite mountains in the world." he rises after they pay the check, muscles flexing as he pushes himself to his feet. No, he really doesn't have any idea of his sex appeal. He knows women find him hot, but men, well, that's another story entirely.

Karl listens fondly as Dwayne goes on about California. His only experience with that part of the states comes form his short time in L.A. involving Rings... It seems a far cry from the world the taller man describes. Leisurely, he watches as Dwayne's efficient body rises from the pillow, unfolding like a large, coiled dragon. God, but it's like a work of art in motion...

With companionable silence, he presses to his feet and moves after Dwayne, fishing his wallet from his back pocket and counting his banknotes. He's glad he took the time to convert his money. Pulling out a number of the notes, he offers them to Dwayne with a smile that speaks of his impressed nature and trust for the man, "I think I'll have to go places with you more often, mate... you come in quite handy.." he winks

Dwayne watches Karl rise, fascinated by the fluid motion in which he carries himself. He just smiles when their fingers meet, a wide toothy smile that tends to melt even the hardest of reporters and media though this time its just for Karl, even if he doesn't quite realize he's doing it. Perhaps he lingers too long taking the money. "California's not just about making movies, Karl. Its a dream, for almost all of us who live there." They make their way back out to the jeep as they pay, and thankfully its late enough at night that they are not recognized. "Well, it was good to get out of the hotel," he eyes the jeep and prepares to fold himself into it once again. Sometimes he wishes he was a much smaller man.

"It's not gonna bite ye, mate.." Karl chuckles softly, commenting as he watches Dwayne eyeball his jeep dubiously. The way the taller man had smiled at him a moment ago.. it'd made his stomach tighten with the desire to touch him. Compromising, he brushes past the taller bloke, his arm touching the other as he murmurs thoughtfully, "..dreams... they're funny things, Dwayne... temporary things.." He shifts his penetrating eyes over his shoulder, watching as his companion moves to the passenger side, and thinks about the fleeting nature of things. Things like 'the Rock'...

He asks abruptly, pulling away from the restaurant once they're both settled in the jeep, "D'you miss wrestling?"

Dwayne considers that comment even as his body reacts to the close contact with Karl. Does he miss wrestling? In a way, yeah. But there were really only a few real people in that arena. Hulk was one of them, a few others. He was constantly dodging bullets and mudslinging. Now that he was an actor, he had to admit, he liked watching it, but he'd never go back to it. "I miss it in a way," he says finally. It was true, but probably not in the way that Karl thought, it was one of the few times that men let him touch them, the small consolation he had had for deciding to keep a 'straight' image. It was not that he did not like women, either. It was just, that world was incredibly intense. "But all the intensity that surrounds it, I don't miss that. You're under the spotlight all the time to people who can make or break you, its not like Hollywood." Finally the man smiles again, "Well, it won't take us long to get back to the hotel, you have no idea how much I'm looking forward to getting the knot out of my neck, Karl. Its been there for about a week and a half now. Hope you're as good as you say you are with your hands."

"Oh, I'm good..." Karl assures him distractedly, half his attention on Dwayne and half on the road. "And Acting is not without it's spotlights, mate. Nor wrestling, I imagine, without it's acting..." He smirks slightly, familiar enough with Wrestling to know the debate over whether it's real or not. He shoots Dwayne a significant look, but somehow, he knows it was never about the acting for him. The large, imposing man is not only capable of using his strength against others, but also his mind. That's something that probably bypassed the typical wrestling fan. He comments with more reserve, "..I'm glad you don't miss it... your talent was wasted on it.."

Shortly, they arrive at the hotel and climb the brief three flights to where Dwayne's rooms are. Karl's place is across town, in another hotel that, while nice, is not quite as plushly furnished as Dwayne's. It doesn't bother the actor.. he knows he's not the mainstream headliner that Dwayne has been born to play, and his hotel provides for him fine. However, it also doesn't keep him from flickering his gaze over the suite of rooms appreciatively, 'hmm'ing lowly in approval.

Dwayne walks as casually as possible by Karl, a mental war inside. What was he thinking? If every time they came close to connecting his body wouldn't stop reacting how was he going to deal with the man's hands? Necessity outweigh the need for logic and stability, so he shot that thought down easily enough. His neck was killing him. An old injury during a stunt that he had participated in, it was one of the reasons he often used a stunt double now for the more dangerous things.

He smiled at the comment about his talent. He'd been acting ever since he got into the wrestling business, knew how to hold the attention of the audience. It drew them away from anything else. He comments on the rooms distractedly, "Yeah, I thought it was a bit much. I'm just one man, and all I'm doing is sleeping here." He moves towards the refrigerator where he has stocked drinks, nothing much in the way of alcohol though. Some bottles of wine. He picks out a cooler for himself, it was too late at night to get drunk. And besides, they both have to work in the morning. "Help yourself. There's even a hot tub, would you believe." he laughs, making a bit of a face. "It hasn't helped much though. No amount of hot water is going to take care of this." He rises and walks over to the long comfortable couch by the big screen tv and plops down, stretching out his legs.

Karl peruses the contents of the fridge, pleasantly surprised to see the diverse, but not overly alcoholic selection available. Dwayne is continuing to impress him, it seems. Choosing a guava juice, he straightens and opens the lid, swallowing a good portion of the bottle in a single go. Licking the sweet flavor from his lips, he turns to consider Dwayne with a small smile. The larger man seems almost embarrassed by the luxury offered to him.. and it's refreshing.. "...why don't you take off your shirt and lie down on the couch.." a grin touches Karl's lips, pausing teasingly before continuing, "..I'll work on your neck while the TV plays the event, eh?"

Karl just might have offered Dwayne a slice of heaven by the expression on the bigger man's face. He obliges, drawing off his shirt and taking a sip from his own drink. He flips the channels until a familiar face comes on and he smiles, recognizing the wwf announcer. Yeah, here we go, should be some good action. He turns over on the couch and props himself up on a side pillow contentedly. "You don't have to ask me twice." he sighs blissfully. Since being in Czech, this is the first time he's felt at ease. Karl creates a mixture of emotion in him, but one thing he does do, is allow him to be himself. He doesn't have to put on a show. At least, it doesn't seem like it.

Karl's eyes drink in the image of Dwayne Johnson with no shirt stretched across his smooth, muscle-firmed chest. He lets his breath stall in his lungs, feeling heat pool in his stomach with growing interest. No Karl, dammit. He's not for you.

Still, he can't resist stalking forward when the taller man lowers to the sofa, a hand slowly resting on the warm, smooth flesh that stretches out before him. Dwayne's naturally tanned skin rolls in enticing swells and valleys across his back, his body hewn tight with some of the largest muscles Karl has ever seen. But he's somehow sleek as well, and Karl's mouth goes dry as desire sizzles up his spine. He deliberately clears his throat, eyes dark, fathomless pools, "..hmm.. just gimme a sec..." He needs oil... and some self control.

A glance to the TV reveals a bullish looking bloke with shaggy hair and a scowl, and it grounds Karl enough that he doesn't just crawl over Dwayne's body and melt into him. Quickly retrieving a travel bottle of body lotion from the bathroom, Karl doesn't let himself second guess his motions, and smoothly sinks a knee into the sofa cushion next to Dwayne's body, his other leg swinging over so he's straddling the large torso, hands resting on his shoulder blades experimentally. "..alright, then, Dwayne?"

He doesn't miss the look in the kiwi's eyes, a deep unfathomable expression that cuts right into him. He's sure there is more behind that look, sure that there's something the other man is not saying. That he's not expecting, Karl Urban straddling him. He tenses for only just a moment and then as soon as Karl's hands touch his shoulder blades he relaxes again. "Mmm..." he nods, thinking that indeed this is a good position for this because he's starting to get rather seriously aroused. He starts to explain who's who in the show and how good or bad they are to distract himself from the feel of Karl's weight. "Feels great," he murmurs, just keep doing what you're doing." If he had known about Karl's hands earlier on, he might have suggested this sooner. His shoulder muscles flex slightly as he stretches out his arms.

Karl's eyes grow heavy lidded as his desire becomes a palpable, heady sensation in the pit of his stomach. He doesn't question it, or struggle to suppress it... He just accepts his hunger for this entirely powerful, complex man. Slowly sinking his calloused fingertips into the meaty flesh of Dwayne's shoulders, he feels out the locations of the tension and knotting, then swiftly squeezes the lotion across his hands and begins to knead. Karl's fingers are long, elaborate digits with immeasurable strength behind them from his experience in horse riding. He doesn't bother to hold back the full force of his grip, mercilessly digging into taut muscles and coaxing them to loosen, gradually working his way towards the larger man's neck. For the sake of politeness, he keep an eye on the chaos taking place on the screen, eyebrow quirking when one of the wrestlers pick up a chair from the audience and beats his opponent with it...

"Mmm..." Karl's voice is a low rumble, made dark and rich as coffee from his reaction to Dwayne, "...seems these men have no interest in a fair fight, eh..." He glances down, judging the man's response...

"God, that feels good," Dwayne murmurs. Karl's fingers are doing wonders to his shoulders and neck. But at the wrestling comment, Dwayne glances around and lifts an eyebrow at Karl, its probably not a good thing that he did that just then because the sight that he is blessed with jumps his cock to a hard throbbing life like it has never experienced before. He twitches at the very feel of it, surprise, confusion, and something wholly alien to him... a little fear. He fumbles in his mind for something to say,

"Its not that, its supposed to look like that. Its all part of the game that is WWF. A good wrestler knows how to defeat his opponent without causing serious injury to him." He stares at Karl's face, then catches his eyes, intense in their ... desire. Dwayne blinks. Was he reading that look right? Shit. There's a whole LOT of wrongs about this entire situation, but none of them he cares to think about. Its been so long since a man looked at him like that. So damn long, he's forgotten how to react.

Mahogany eyes, kindled with the flame of his hunger, peer back at Dwayne. Karl's expression is almost lazy, a great feline poised on a purr. In an instant, he reads the culmination of emotion in Dwayne's features.. the surprise, the fear... but most of all, the answering need to Karl's intense attraction. He exhales slowly at that, his stomach coiling with renewed fire, the flames stroked by the knowledge that this powerful, intensely sexy man wants him in return.

Very quietly, but with a deliberate rumble to his voice, Karl asks, "...so it's a game, then, Dwayne?.." And there's more to be asked there, in that simple, misleading question... Karl's fingers still near the nape of the larger man's neck and wait patiently.. This is Dwayne's show, and no matter how badly he wants the other man, he can feel the need to hold back.. to go slowly..

Dwayne has never looked away from a challenge in his life, nor will he do so now. In one swift spectacular motion the wrestler has suddenly switched their positions. His movements were so quick, so lighting fast that a reaction from a non-professional wrestler might have been nearly impossible. However, instead of completely pinning Karl, he allows the man time to react, to feel the evidence of his desire, and to throw him off if he wanted to. He lowers his head and sniffs at Karl, inhaling his scent and sighs, a low purr deep in his chest. He does not connect their lips, nor do his hands actually touch Karl now, they are on either side of him, resting on the couch, his arm muscles bulging. He looks down, searching the other man's eyes. The larger man's fear is not gone, its still there.

"That was a game," he says softly. "This is for real."

Karl's eyes widen, onyx pupils dilating as he finds himself pressed beneath the arching frame of Dwayne's body. He meets the larger man's eyes once again, and finally allows the explosion of hunger in his belly blaze across his irises, turning controlled orbs of deep mahogany to searing cocoa, flecked by pinpoints of hot, hungering gold.. The whipcord body beneath the former wrestler flexes, lengthening in a shudder as Dwayne breathes him in, and something primitive and starved rears up in Karl, echoing in his low, growling purr as it escapes him in reply to Dwayne's question... nimble, lotion-slick fingers touch the ridged perfection of the larger man's abdomen, and Karl murmurs, "..aye..this is real.."

Dwayne smiles, there's a thousand reasons why he shouldn't, but right now none of them matter. He tightens his grip on the willing man beneath him, positioning himself so he can feel the swell of Karl's cock. He closes his eyes a moment to just revel in the sensation denied to him for so long. Then he opens his eyes, "This could complicate things." his fingers find Karl's cheek and trace it. His hand splays out, fingers sliding across Karl's cheek, thumb working over the other man's lips. And Dwayne does nothing else, he simply holds Karl's gaze with a smoldering heat of his own. A heat that suddenly bursts forth opening a well of suppressed emotions that he had so easily controlled before. But not with Karl Urban, Karl had taken every one of those defenses and crushed them. There is no regret in his tone, there is need, there is also a something else. "Are you sure you want this?"

Karl hisses softly, arching up instinctively when Dwayne's firm body presses against his erection. The larger man is still so controlled, so deliberate.. it's feeding the heat of Karl's desire for him, pushing him to push Dwayne, no matter how his mind warns him to let the other man decide for himself. Karl catches the graze of Dwayne's thumb between his teeth, nipping at the fleshy pad on his thumb and swiping his tongue across salty, spice-ladened flesh, the memory of Dwayne licking his fingers fresh in his mind.

Karl has no patience anymore, his body demanding that he -touch- the man above him and damn the consequences. Breathing deeply, his softly gripping fingers hook up beneath Dwayne's arm and grip his shoulder blade, growling lowly as he pulls the man down towards him, the strength in his hold evident.. "...Dwayne...just bloody shut it and kiss me already.."

Strength that didn't surprise him drew him down and Dwayne stopped fighting the urge to capture those tempting lips. He looks once more into Karl's eyes, promising him something that isn't clear and brushes their lips for a brief moment. He snakes out his tongue to taste in rapt pleasure. "mmm... " he move his hand to stroke at the side of Karl's head. Their tongues touch and dance for a moment, then he connects their lips. And the explosion that results is almost too much for him to handle.
He's never experienced absolutes before, but this is just mind-blowing. Electric fire is racing through his body and all he wants to do is feel more of this incredible sensation. It utterly takes his entire being, but the strange thing is it is not a fight for dominance, he doesn't feel the need to control Karl. It simply is. His tongue seeks to fill every crevice of that heated mouth as his thrusts his hips into Karl so their cocks rub together. This creates a delicious friction to go with the already mind numbing sensations that are playing havoc with his body.

Karl's lips meet Dwayne's with open, returned hunger. But the kiss he had anticipated... the kiss he's expected... is far from the one that lays siege to his lips. Somehow, Karl had expected force from Dwayne.. a claiming that thrust into his mouth and struggled against him for dominance in a battle he knew he could only lose. He had prepared himself for that surrender.

But this... this is something mutual. Dwayne is gentle, firm. He gives as well as takes, and Karl can't help but shudder in response, offering himself up more fully for the unassuming pleasure. He can taste Dwayne in this kiss.. the heart of this man. And it all but steals his senses. Karl arches up, head tilting at the touch along his temple, his lips pliant and meshing with the larger man's as he wraps his tongue around the one exploring his mouth. A soft, receptive groan reverberates in his throat, hands traversing the broad back above him with bluntly cut nails, coaxing Dwayne closer with each rolling pump of his hips, driving their erections together. Jesus, Karl needs.. he -needs-...

There's a force, it's just not the kind that most men have. Its subtle instead of demanding. Dwayne wants Karl to get as much from this as he does. He's always been like this when it comes to sex. On screen and on stage, he's a dominant man, and in bed he's also a dominant man, but not a controlling one. He slips his hand from Karl's head down the heaving chest to flick his thumb across one nipple experimentally. He's not sure if Karl wants it fast or slow, but as far as he's concerned, he would rather it be slow. He wants to feel Karl in more ways than one.

Dwayne plans to claim this man as his own, but one step at a time, and with deliberate hands. His palm moves lower to Karl's jeans and his thumb traces along the inside of the fabric. Nimble fingers flip the button loose and as the large hand breaches the fabric, pulling the zipper down. He cups Karl's erection purposefully. Only a need to take a few breaths parts their lips, Dwayne licks at the tongue that escapes him briefly and then resumes his course as he licks and nibbles, teasing. He senses something from Karl, and searches those tawny depths. "Its been a long time for me, you tell me if I hurt you." he says gently.

"....Aye" Karl pants against the strong lips above his, his eyes reflecting a hunger that seems to bewilder him even as he welcomes it. It's so rare that he doesn't Top, Karl sometimes forgets how it feels to give up the lead to another. With Dwayne, it's so right and easy, and though it's been a while for them both, Karl can't muster even the slightest hesitancy. He arches his pelvis up as the larger man opens his pants, stomach muscles rippling tighter in reaction to the tease to his nipples. He hisses, the sound quickly blooming into a groan as Dwayne's massive hand closes around his cock, his thighs opening further and rolling with an upward thrust. Christ! This man is already urging a reaction from Karl that he can't seem to control. He delights in it, one widely splayed palm sliding down Dwayne's spine and curving between their bodies, loosening the larger man's own trousers and pushing them lower on his hips to free his arousal. AS Dwayne's shaft is revealed, Karl sucks in a breath and releases it on a soft curse, "..Christ on a bike, luv... you're not small anywhere, are you.." There's a grin in his voice, both deliberate and teasing to put Dwayne at ease. This is sex.. it's supposed to be fun. And judging by what Karl's just uncovered, he's fairly certain it's going to be..

Dwayne chuckles, a deep throaty sound that works its way from his lips easily. He growls slightly when his cock is teased by closeness of fingers he'd love to have wrapped around it. Karl seems to know how to make things easy. He wonders how the other man knew? He assists, making short work of the rest of their clothing. "We should take this to the bedroom, I don't want to do this with you for the first time on a couch, not enough room to do it right." The bigger man gives a little grin and pulls off Karl. This is one of the times that he is rather thankful he has a great deal in the way of muscles, because now he can do this:

Dwayne catches Karl, and pulls him up with him. Now Karl's not small, no, and Karl's no woman. Dwayne does not, however, intend to treat him as such, and instead of lifting him in his arms he pulls him up so Karl can ride him with his legs wrapped around him on the way to the bedroom. A position he knows will put Karl in close contact with his hard erection. He kisses Karl's neck, licking and nibbling at skin. "We can just walk there, but this way is more fun," a little nervous still, he doesn't want to do anything that might turn Karl off.

Karl smiles lopsidedly, charmed by Dwayne's insistence that a couch isn't appropriate. It's a refreshing difference from partners that didn't care where they were, let alone whether it could be done 'right..' He stretches his now naked frame beneath the larger man, pausing as Dwayne begins to rise. He's about to protest the separation, but the words come out as a gasp when his lover pulls him up against him and he instinctively locks his legs around Dwayne's hips, arms draped over his shoulders. His erection, already so hard it's almost painful, bumps against Dwayne's, and their heated cocks slide together with growing ease as Karl's shaft leaks precum in response to the stimulation. His breathing becomes ragged, forehead dropping to Dwayne's shoulder as he bares his throat for the larger man's mouth. "...ahh,....let's walk everywhere this ..unnh..way.."

Their trip to the bedroom takes but a few moments, and Karl almost regrets losing
this connection to Dwayne. When the taller man lowers him to the bed, he keeps his grip on him, pulling Dwayne down over his body and shifting his mouth to capture his lips again..

Dwayne's hotel room bed is large enough for six men his size, the suite itself could have probably housed several families. He had protested a great deal when they gave it to him, but his agent had informed him it would have been rude to decline. He laughs softly at the comment, "Your legs would get cramps," he runs his hands down Karl's thighs as he kneels between them. He pulls at the bedcovers so that Karl is comfortable against the satin sheets, and smiles. "There now, that's better." he declares.

His hand resumes its position where it was, palm running up and down the hard shaft. He thinks he remembers its easier when your partner comes first, it relaxes them. God, almost 10 years ago, maybe 12? Just before the WWF. Then he'd been forced to give this up. His long cock twitches at the idea of being buried within the beautiful body beneath him. Karl Urban was more than just an attractive man. He was walking desire and Dwayne felt a burning need to do more than just fuck him.

This time Dwayne lets Karl take charge of his lips as his fingers work on his new lover's cock. He works his palm and fingers in motion with each swipe and connection of their tongues. He strains to keep himself in control. He does not want to lose it with Karl. Not yet.

Karl's fingers cup the nape of Dwayne's neck, sliding higher into buzzed, nearly nonexistent hair, and even that is hott on this man. Kissing him deeply, he teases his tongue along the cusps of the larger man's lips, dipping past to lap across Dwayne's teeth and sliding against his velvet tongue, mind envisioning the many other things he could be doing with the slick muscle. But then thinking becomes difficult altogether because Dwayne is palming the length of his cock with a skill that strips Karl of his control. He strains up into the grip on his erection, unselfconsciously thrusting into the vice of Dwayne's palm, gasping against his lips,. "..you have...yet ta...ta see... what my legs.. can do.."
How could he have ever doubted Dwayne was interested in men? This creature that looms over him, exuding sexual allure and hunger, seems a bit distant from the constant cool of Dwayne's everyday demeanor.

Not that Karl isn't familiar with a facade. It's an attribute he himself employs on a daily basis. He knows the loneliness of it... and Dwayne... well, Karl is learning that Dwayne is too good for just some quick fuck. But that's not what he wants from him anyway, so it suits Karl fine.

"Dwayne..." he breathes the name against its owner's lips, his brogue thickened by passion, "...Dwayne.. if you keep- ahh...I'm gonna come, luv..." He doesn't want to stop this before it's started... doesn't want Dwayne to pull away..

"I m sure I'll see a demonstration tonight," Dwayne's soft voice whispers against the tongue that teases him. He smiles at the smaller man's warning, "I know, Karl. That's the idea. It doesn't end here." No, not here. Not even tonight, he hopes. How they'll manage it, he has no idea. How he'll be able to look at Karl on a purely professional level after this, he has absolutely no idea.

Dwayne's thumb runs over the head of Karl's cock while his hand continues to work the length thoroughly. His fingers run down to massage heavy sacks, to tease at a special place he longs to fill. Its only a fleeting moment, before those fingers are back to encouraging release. He knows Karl needs it, has felt it all night. He needs it too, but he wants to watch the man come.

Steady kisses accompany the movement of his fingers and his own hardness remains as secure as it was when they first began. Dwayne knows he's not going to get full release until he's buried inside the intoxicating kiwi. "Do you know that how you say my name is the most distracting sound on the planet?"

Karl's breath trips, a moan rumbling in his chest as Dwayne's fingers slide across his shaft, massaging his sac and then lower, teasing at the most vulnerable part of him. He nearly comes right then, hips bucking up in plaintive need, and when Dwayne assures him that it's only a precursor to what they both really want, Karl simply let's go. It's deliriously pleasing, to surrender control and composure over to someone who can take it all and return in equal measure. Gripping at Dwayne's shoulders, Karl's head drops back with a growl that spirals quickly into a guttural shout, hips jerking up against the coaxing hands as Karl's release shudders out of him. His expression is transformed into one of heady, animal pleasure, dark eyes growing luminous as his satisfaction is reached. He seizes Dwayne's lips in a thorough kiss, licking at his lips before slipping his mouth along the smooth cheek, nipping along the larger man's strong jaw, riding out the aftershocks of his climax as a bone-deep relaxation sets in.. And ah, god, there's more to come... "I luh.. like saying y're name.." he slurrs.

Absolutely thrilled by the sight he's just been blessed with, Dwayne shudders a little as he continues to restrain himself. He reaches over for a box of tissues to clean off his lover gently. Not what he'd like to use, but its been so long, he's afraid going there will definitely hurt Karl. He hasn't given anyone a blowjob since he was about 17. His hands run over the beautiful man's body, soothing him down from his orgasm, pressing their bodies close together, holding him with one arm and soothing him with his free hand. "Easy, Karl." he soothes, whispering against the side of Karl's head and kissing him, his tongue slightly grazing an ear. Massage Oil, that's all he had to use to ease things. "You're so beautiful like this. So perfect. Don't know what you're doing with me. You could have anyone. Don't suppose you have anything I can use to make things easier on you?" he asks softly. "All I have is massage oil. I'm assuming that will work..."

Karl's body shrugs off the lethargy that wants to take control, the feeling evaporating at the press of Dwayne's still rock hard length against his hip. Stretching his replete muscles, he rocks his body up into the larger man, feeling the way his heavy cock rubs against his body... "Mmnn..Dwayne, baby, shh..." It's his turn to soothe the other man, to reassure him that he's more deserving than anyone Karl has ever met, "Have you any idea how perfect you are?... Hell, y're too good for me..."

When was the last time Karl ever treated sex with such reverence? He's afraid it's been a long time.. "..y'wont hurt me… massage oil works perfect.." And just the thought of that hard shaft sinking into his body is getting him hard again. Karl rumbles a purr, stretching out an arm to the bedside table, where the oil rests. He uncaps the bottle, oil spilling over his fingers and across his chest, then catches Dwayne's hand and holds the bottle between their palms, as his other hand slides through the shining substance on his chest and then reaches down to curve around Dwayne's erection. As he works, Karl's eyes never leave his lovers, pupils dilated with reawakening need, the warmth of his gaze encouraging.. "..how long's it been, luv?" He whispers faintly, licking his lips as he rubs at the head of Dwayne's shaft with oily fingertips..

Dwayne lets a hand thread through the short hair delicately. He sucks in his breath when Karl swathes him with oil. He slicks his own long fingers with the substance he knows he's going to need and then places the bottle back on the side table. His fingers trail down Karl's side as he gazes at the other man, and nudges his lover's legs further apart. "It was the night just before my twenty first birthday, actually." he admits softly. "About 12 years ago just before I started playing football. I was in college."

"...I haven t been with a man since then, but I have been with a woman. Karl," he pauses a little as if he's warring with something internally. "You know I m married." he waits because he's uncertain as to whether to continue or if Karl actually knew. It wasn’t as if he discussed his wife a great deal. "Dany 's, well. She knows why I married her. She's the only one who knows, Karl, besides you now. She's a good woman, and we've known each other for a long time. But she's more of a friend than anything else. She always says I'd eventually find someone I couldn't keep my hands off of..."

He trails off, not sure why he felt the need to suddenly tell Karl, but he can't just take the man without him knowing. He wants to give him the opportunity to get out. This could get very very complicated, and all he knows is that he wants Karl, wants him more than he's ever wanted anyone his entire life.

Karl's hands still on the big body above him. He gazes at Dwayne curiously, having utterly forgotten the man's marital status. Nonetheless, it doesn't matter. Dwayne is a far more honorable man than most Karl has ever met.. the fact that he even mentions Dany proves that much. "...I'm glad she understands you, then..." And something inside Karl aches for this man, who pushes away the truth of his heart and his body for the sake of a world that didn't approve. And even though that world now reveres him... Was it worth it? To deny one's self so long... to hide, like Karl knows Dwayne is hiding even now? Karl thinks of his own life, and how little he cared about the rumors that preceded him onto every set. He supposes, in a way, they both have paid their own price...

"twelve years is a long time, Dwayne..." Karl smiles gently, his fingers linking in the larger man's hand and squeezing gently, "....I want this to be good for you..." Hollowing his stomach inward, Karl flexes his back, lengthening his spine and opening his thighs wider for Dwayne's body, his knees hitching higher against the bigger man's hips, "..I don't care about the world, I just..." he subsides, trying to find the words, "..all that matters to me is what happens between you, and me... and I'm a lucky man, that I'm the one you want.."

The particular look that Karl gives him now undoes the man. He rains little kisses over his lover's face. "I'm the lucky one," he whispers softly and attacks, lips now slightly swollen from intense soul wrenching kisses. He lets go now, inhibitions slipping as he's sure of what Karl wants. He does not need to hold back any longer.
Dwayne's shaft pulses with heat and need against Karl's touch, while his own fingers trail further, releasing themselves from his lover's and finding their way to his closely guarded entrance.

"It already is good for me," he assures Karl, holding his eyes. He loves Karl's eyes, they look at him without prejudice or fear of his size. They look at him as a man, and not as a thing, or as a cash cow as many others see him. He nibbles alongside Karl's jaw to his ear and then down again to his neck. Mmm, tight precious skin. He kisses back up as one finger tests its way inside, slick and moist with the oil. He still goes slow, very slow. Sweet God, "So tight" he gasps. He can only imagine how it will feel when he enters Karl.

Karl returns the kisses hungrily, his hand resuming it's leisurely pumping of Dwayne's organ. He lightly scritches his short nails against the pulsing flesh, making a pleased noise into Dwayne's mouth as the shaft twitches and rocks into his hand. He can feel the large man's fingers moving gradually towards his entrance, and consciously relaxes his body in anticipation. It's been a while, no doubt, since Karl has trusted another man enough to top him, but he's not a complete stranger to it. Still, there's a certain thrill in the idea that they'll both be relearning the joy of this connection together. Karl's breath shudders from his lungs as Dwayne's fingers nudge at his nether port, questing past the guardian ring of muscle to slip knuckle deep inside him. He groans, the fullness feeling good.. but.. "s'not enough, Dwayne..." His body tightens then releases around the larger man's finger, and he shifts restlessly, tugging more insistently on Dwayne's cock.. "..need more.."

Lord, he could not hold back now. His finger wiggles a little further inside, seeking. He twitches it around, stretching and making room for another. Jesus. His lips nuzzle alongside Karl's letting the man breathe as he works his two fingers within, gently coaxing his lover's body to open for him. His own cock begs to replace his fingers, but not yet. Not yet. He tickles his fingers within Karl's tight passage, working them around and around together as he searches for that particular spot. As soon as he finds it, he knows that will be the time to enter. It will be the time to claim Karl as his own, to take him, and he's sure that his control will crumble then. At least when it does, he'll know that Karl will be completely prepared and thoroughly ready for him.

Since filming of Doom began, Dwayne's had an idea that this exquisite man underneath him was going to smash through his barriers. "Karl" he rasps, breathing the kiwi's name for the first time in passion. He was so ready to enter his lover, as soon as he knows he's found that spot.

Karl steadies his breathing, letting his body stretch and open for Dwayne's seeking fingers. He knows what the other man is looking for, and he arches slowly to aid him, holding his breath until...

"Oh, Fuhhhh-" the 'ck' is lost in a shout as Dwayne's fingers drag across the bundle of nerves inside Karl's sheath. His head drops back, eyes squeezing closed as he clenches his knees on Dwayne's hips and lurches up against the man, his larger body the only thing anchoring him to the mattress. Karl's hand tightens around Dwayne's length, wrist twisting as he coaxes precum from the slit at its tip. His shaft is slick and so hot, and all Karl can think is of the way it'll feel inside him. "Jesus...Dwayne, -please-.." The breathless words are nearly a whimper, his body writhing to drive the blunt tips of his lover's fingers against his prostate once more. He's hard again, flushed and dark eyed and so ready for this, he's resorted to pleading... or demanding.. Dammit, anything to make Dwayne seat himself in his body

That's when the fingers draw out and Dwayne positions his cock. In the back of his mind he imagines that Karl doesn't beg often and he files it away in memory to conjure up later. He does not make the other man wait long, for his fingers grip the bed sheets and his muscles bulge from tension Its not really a beg, though, Dwayne is sure. He holds those eyes, his own dark ones intense in their passion as he thrusts inward, as far as he can go. "Goddamn" Dwayne breathes when he's finally all the way in. He's afraid to move, afraid to hurt Karl. "so so damn tight." he kisses his lover, plunging his tongue within Karl's mouth and sweeping thoroughly. The warmth his cock feels filters through his entire body, generating heat and power that electrifies the moment. "Karl.. damn." he rumbles, the vibration all through his body as he takes a moment just to simply stare at his lover's face. Then he moves, slowly, deliberately.

Karl's hands fall away from Dwayne's cock as he moves to position himself at his entrance. Winding his legs around the bigger man's waist, he lifts his hands to grip his lover's biceps, feeling them bulge with the effort at restraint. And still, Dwayne is slow and careful.. moving forward so gradually, Karl can feel himself opening around the thick girth of his shaft. Karl's breathing is labored, shuddering from his chest as he arches against the support of his shoulders. Dwayne's slow, insistent thrust fills him like never before, and the burn is so good it threatens to short circuit his brain. God, the control this man must have, to press into him so gradually...

When Dwayne is enveloped inside him fully, body pressed against him intimately, Karl exhales on a harsh breath, "...oh god...Dwayne..." He meets his lips, sinking into the kiss with a level of desperation, needing to hold on, to anchor himself in this man's arms, suddenly feeling vulnerable and cared for all at once..

"Easy, Karl.." he whispers against swollen lips, licking Karl's tongue, nibbling on his lower lip. "Easy does it," he slides his hands underneath his lover and wraps them around him as he lays his head against Karl's neck. Every so often he nuzzles and nips with each careful thrust. He wants it to last, he wants the moment to remember, to give Karl something he hasn't had. Once he feels comfortable, once he's sure that the wonderful man beneath him is ready, he deliberately grazes against that spot he found earlier. He runs one hand down Karl's side up his legs to wrap around his shaft, even though he doesn't really need to, given how close their bodies were pressed. "I'm going to move now," he whispers soft.

And that's when it starts in earnest.. He pulls all they way out just to the tip of his head and then he plunges in, finding that spot. Again and again he thrusts deep and sure. Each time, he hits that spot, each time it's a little faster. He gains momentum and sweat trickles from his forehead as he moves, as hard as Karl will let him, but with a gentility that is uniquely Dwayne. "So good.." he says softly, "You feel so good, Karl. ..Karl.." he licks at the other man's ear whispering sweetly into it.

The low, soothing rumble of Dwayne's voice in his ear eases Karl's passion-addled response, his breathing calming as Dwayne's gradual movements relaxes his body around his shaft. Too soon, the small shifts aren't enough, even when they rub across his prostate, and Karl's arms tighten where they've hooked around his lover's shoulder blades, nuzzling at his bare shoulder. He rocks, inner muscles clenching and releasing instinctively when Dwayne grips his cock, and he echoes the larger man's words against his lips, "..move, luv...give me all of it.."

And Dwayne does. Oh God, how he does! Karl's eyes nearly roll back in his head, groaning when that long shaft pulls out of him, leaving him feeling oddly empty, before driving back in to the hilt. He tightens himself around Dwayne's length, increasing the friction every time he pulls out, loving how it massages that sensitive gland inside him. They fall into a rhythm too perfect to be learned, into a timelessness that is a part of their joining, and always Karl encourages Dwayne to thrust deeper, harder, faster... He laps at the sweat glistening on his lover's shoulder, teeth rasping gently along the tanned flesh, sucking at the sensitive hollow on the man's powerful neck. Karl's own body is going up in flames, whipcord muscles rippling in hungry response to the constant stimulus to his prostate. He's coming unglued in the most agonizingly pleasurable way, and he's determined to take Dwayne with him, "...let go, Dwayne... jus'.. let go of everything.. except me, and this.." Twelve years is alot to purge from ones heart and memory..

Dwayne lets go. He has to, its a solace that he's taken in Karl Urban's arms. It's a heaven that he's found here in this hotel room in Prague. But its not a hotel room, its not a place, it's a state of being. He is not one known to be loud during sex, he is much more the type to restrain himself. He cries out, surprised at his own voice at the name on his lips. He pants and shudders. His muscles strain with the act of plunging deep within the tight walls that welcome him. "Mmm.. I..ahhh, Karl!" he gasps. "God.."

He works at Karl's cock, encouraging his lover to come again when he finally does. Yes... yes. Its going to happen soon, he can feel it. The light that sparkles in his eyes takes possession of his body and now he's abandoned everything. He's moving fast and hard, holding on to Karl. Just Karl. All he wants is this.

"Ughhnn..." Dwayne grunts as he feels a tightening in his sacs, He's there, just there on the brink. Its just him and Karl now. He wants this to last. He lifts his head up to stare into Karl's eyes. Does his lover feel the force of it as he does? The energy cycling around them like a violent storm in the night. The pressure that is surrounding every action taken driving him forward into Karl's body. Its there. He knows it is. Its there.

Karl's name is an erotic mantra on Dwayne's lips, and the smaller man revels in it, and in how his lover's control is quickly bleeding away. He slides his legs higher around the larger man's waist, opening himself more fully for the stabbing thrusts that press fast and deeper into him. Gasping rhythmically against his skin, Karl writhes and arches up as his insides are stroked, and his shaft is teased relentlessly. Too quickly, though somehow not quickly enough, He's coming, the combination too much for his already shredded control.

Karl moans throatily, blazing hazel eyes holding Dwayne's as he careens over the edge and spills himself across his lover's hand, inner muscles seizing tight around the shaft impaling him, milking it's length convulsively as Karl shudders through his orgasm. He's beyond words, but he clutches Dwayne's body as the larger man's thrust become erratic, ploughing into him in a way that drives his completion to a higher level. With conscious effort, Karl squeezes at his lover's cock, coaxing him towards his climax, wanting to feel him come apart inside him.

Dwayne's fingers release their hold on Karl's cock and he clutches his lover to him. A cry and a shout later both with different emphasis on the intense man beneath him his seed erupts from him, sweeping into the quivering walls around his cock as he comes.

And God... he's come before in the last twelve years, but not like this. Its all-consuming, wrapping his entire body in a force that keeps him suspended in a haze of bliss. He stays where he is, his cock buried deep within Karl as his orgasm whips through him. He stares into Karl's eyes, holding them with his own as he finds he can't utter anything, he's so overwhelmed with feeling. He kisses his lover deeply, twining their tongues together as they both somehow remain in that place together, its eternal, its staggering. He wonders if he's dreaming. "Ahh... Karl.." he whispers, with no other words to speak.

"I've got you..I've got you, luv.." Karl pants weakly into the seeking mouth above his, made nearly mindless again with Dwayne's explosion. He's never felt this before.. this sensation of being completely… plundered and claimed. It's disconcerting, and some part of him that knows the world beyond this room tells him he should flee, escape this vulnerability before it becomes something he can't control. But the rest of him... ah, the rest of him sings with pleasure, both physical and deeper, a sensation in his heart that had grown cold, now thawing beneath Dwayne's warming touch. He isn't sure he can lay name to the sensation yet.. isn't sure he wants to... But for now he can enjoy the closeness he gets.

Karl cups Dwayne's strong features in his palms, his muscled form remaining wrapped around the larger man, holding his length inside him even after the tremors of his orgasm have ebbed. His lips fuse to his lover's, tongues dancing lazily in the slow cooling of thir ardor, and Karl smiles faintly as he feels a deep lethargy suck at his bones. He hasn't been well-laid in a -very- long time... "..mmh, I could sleep for days.."

"Good thing the weekend s coming up then," Dwayne says with a soft smile, nuzzling his nose against Karl's cheek. He wants to stay where he is, but he knows that the position would eventually become uncomfortable for Karl. He's a large man, and a heavy man, and with a sigh he extracts himself and rolls over onto his back, pulling Karl with him into his arms. He strokes the back of his lover's neck, threading through the short hair there. "You can stay here," he says softly. "With me, that is. If you want to." He worries for a moment that Karl may not WANT to stay. They have Friday to get through on the set, and right now the clock is not being kind. He doesn't want Karl to go back to his room. He doesn't want the dream to end. Somehow, he'll make things work, he will. For once, he wants to be with someone badly enough that he'll move mountains, and it scares him because he doesn't know how it -can- work.

"God, Karl. That was... Hell, I could say anything and it wouldn't describe it." Dwayne whispers, holding his lover securely in his arms. Fantastic? Amazing? Spectacular? A thousand words describe what had just happened, and none of them does it justice.


Karl makes a low noise of protest when Dwayne pulls out of him, but the sound dies in his throat as he's drawn against a firm chest, throwing a leg over his lover's thigh. Arching his neck like a feline being stroked, he 'mmh's softly for a moment, murmuring into the collarbone beneath his lips, "...M'not going anywhere.." In fact, he may never move again. He's pretty sure between himself and Dwayne they could afford to live in this hotel room the rest of their lives... or at least long enough to go bowlegged and collapse from exhaustion. That thought makes him grin, and he lifts his head to make comment on it to Dwayne. However, the slight uncertainty in the other man's eyes has his expression dimming, chocolate eyes growing more serious,

"...I've never... this was.. special, Dwayne.." He sighs slightly, bemused at his own struggle with words. "..I, ah.. I know people say things about me... but I don't give...myself..like this.. I don't do it very often.." He looks up from sliding his thumb distractedly along Dwayne's pectoral muscle, speaking softly, "..It was important to me.."

Dwayne nods, understanding. He never once considered Karl anything other than an equal and did not pay attention to gossip even when it was the topic of conversation. Sometimes he couldn’t get -away- from it, and those were the moments he wished he could just tell people to shut the hell up. He has heard the rumors, but that's all it ever was, rumors. "I know, Karl." he says, sincerely. "It was special for me too. I don't trust people easily, but with you its different. I guess its like Dany always tells me; keep that world at bay for too long, Dwayne and suddenly it'll bite you in the ass and there won't be anything you can do about it. I didn't believe her, I didn't think I'd find someone like you. Someone who can hold their own against me, hell, a few months in a gym on my program and you'd be as big too. Its not just that." He strokes Karl's face, running his thumb across his quite thoroughly kissed lips. "I like being with you, Karl. You look at -me-, not at me, if you know what I mean. I have a lot of things to consider, but I'm not in the place I was twelve years ago in college just about to join a major football team. I have a lot more freedom than I used to, and I'm not that scared young man who's agent threatened to castrate him if anything got into the papers."

Karl listens to Dwayne speak, leaning his lips into the soft touch of his thumb, eyes half lidded. The part inside of him that has been too long jaded from dealing with this world is whispering insistently to pull away, protect himself. It's been too easy, the voice reminds him, there must be a catch he's not seeing. But Karl can't muster himself to care, and even if he pays for it later.. he wants to be here. And from the seriousness of Dwayne's words, he think his new lover wants it too...

The future is uncertain, as the future often is... and though Dwayne seems to view it with optimism, Karl can't help but shake his head slightly, chuckling to push the weight of heavy thoughts away, "..but whose to say you won't get tired of me, eh?" He stretches himself against Dwayne's side, affecting a slow yawn as he tries not to think of what's to come. Reality's too unstable a thing, driving away lovers and turning opportunities to regrets. Karl just want this now, in this place. And if its not forever, that’s okay.. because all he ever asked for was in this instant of time.

But if he could have it again, for a week, a month... a year... Karl thinks he could accept that as well. He lowers his forehead to Dwayne's chest, breathing deeply of the man, murmuring, "...I don't want you making a mess of your life over me, Dwayne...you've made me happy, just in this.." He's offering Dwayne freedom of guilt.. and obligation.

Dwayne shifts Karl so that the smaller man's practically lying on top of him, his arms hold his lover even tighter. "Tired of you?" he laughs. "Who could possibly get tired of you?" The words hang in his head, he wonders what has happened in Karl's life that made him think things could not last? "I'm a millionaire, if I never get another acting job, its not going to matter." he says leaning down to kiss the top of Karl's head, "Its my life, Karl, and I want you in it."

Its crazy, and he'll have to go about things very carefully, but he wants Karl. He doesn't want it out of obligation or guilt, he realizes. He just wants Karl. "We'll have to be careful at first, and I have to tell my wife. How do you feel about that?" He wants to go about this the right way, not for himself but for Dany and Karl. "I don't want just this one night, Karl." he's not baring his soul, he's just telling the truth.

"..I don't want just this either.." Karl sighs faintly, subsiding in the face of Dwayne's insistence, despite his misgivings. His insides grow oddly warm and tight at his new lover's assurance about the future, somehow feeling as though he's already a part of it...

And he feels... wanted. Truly, sincerely wanted, for just himself, in a way that is different from the past. Dwayne wants to take care of him, share himself with him....and maybe.. maybe more. Karl's thoughts shy away from analyzing it too hard. He's fortunate enough as it is... no point in questioning was has brought him here..
Karl curls himself into the heat Dwayne emanates, breathing in the scent of his skin and the aroma of their mingled sex that hovers over them both like a musk, proclaiming ownership. He's startled by the stirrings low in his belly of reawakening desire, blinking and lifting his head, speaking with no small amount of bemused surprise, "...I want you again.." His hand flexes where it rests on Dwayne's hip, not making an effort to initiate anything, just stating an honest observation.

Dwayne's eyebrow lifts, staring at Karl as he shifts in the bed slightly... Again? Now? He picks up the hand on his hip and brings it to his lips. He kisses fingers, and Karl's palm. "Karl," he smiles and then he closes the distance between their lips, kissing deeply. "I think I can handle that.."

Karl's low chuckle vibrates in the darkness as his larger companion rolls him beneath his body, and they begin again.

TBC