Closer

Title: Closer
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened. I don't claim to know anything about these actors sexuality, it's all in my head.
Pairing Karl Urban/Sean Bean
Warnings: Sex, yup hot animalistic sex. Slightly rough and dominating. But just pure SMUT!
A/N: I was very nervous about writing Sean Bean and Karl Urban as a pairing, but it turned out hot so I'm happy. The title comes from the song "Closer" By Nine Inch Nails, but has nothing to do with the story. Feedback is like cocaine to me, and I fiend for it.

I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside

- “Closer,” Nine Inch Nails

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It was his eyes. Those magnetic green eyes.

They tormented him. Just being caught in their gaze sent liquid heat straight to Karl's groin, and he'd only just walked through the door.

"Damn," Karl whispered under his breath, doing his best to ignore the erection stirring uncomfortably in his jeans. Averting his eyes, he tried his best to ignore Bean - who was, ironically, the only reason he'd shown up at this particular New Year's Eve party.

He walked into the kitchen to grab a beer and nearly collided with Elijah.

Elijah. His host. His ex. At least they'd ended things on amicable terms.

"Karl!" Elijah yelled to be heard over the God-awful Europop one of the other hobbits was merrily spinning in the den. "Glad you could make it." He handed Karl a cold Guinness with a friendly peck on the cheek.

"'Lo, Lijah. Thanks ever so much for inviting me," he replied, rolling his eyes.

The sarcasm was completely lost on Elijah, however, as he was already making his way to the den, carefully balancing four beers.

Karl sighed and leaned against the doorframe, watching Elijah thread his way toward Billy and Dom and their unfortunate taste in records.

It didn't matter if Elijah had caught his tone or not; they both knew Elijah had coerced Karl into attendance tonight. He'd deliberately dropped Sean's name, knowing that Karl wouldn't miss a chance to sneak subtle - and not-so-subtle - glances at Bean for an entire evening.

The way Elijah played him - like a fucking harp, no less - really annoyed Karl. At every social gathering Elijah spearheaded, he tried to set Karl up with someone. That's why Karl had flatly refused to come the first eight times Elijah asked.

And then he mentioned Sean.

Sean. Karl's eyes darted around the room, watching his co-star talk with Viggo and Wenham, taking in his broad shoulders, his chiseled features.

Karl took a long swig of Guinness.

Elijah was the only person besides Viggo who knew about his attraction to the older man.

Karl had always assumed that Sean was straight. Hell, he had three ex-wives for Christ's sake. It was a natural assumption. And the man just oozed masculinity.

Sean Bean was all man, not Karl's usual type at all. Karl was usually more attracted to ... well, guys like Elijah. Young, kind of effeminate. Submissive.

But Bean was nothing like that. One look at him and you knew he was the dominant one in every relationship. That had never impressed Karl.

Well, until one night at Viggo's nearly two years ago, when Karl inadvertently saw Sean in his birthday suit. Karl had needed to piss. The bathroom door was unlocked. He didn't know Sean was taking a shower. Didn't know Sean was stepping out of the shower, reaching for his towel.

After he'd quickly, silently closed the door, the only thought that ran through Karl's mind was Sean pressing him against a wall and fucking him into next week.

Even after two years, the thought was the very thing that got him off nearly every night, especially since he stopped fucking Elijah six months ago. Hell, it was what got him off while fucking Elijah sometimes.

Karl didn't think Sean knew he'd accidentally watched him getting out of the shower. Viggo knew, but promised he'd never tell. And Elijah had known from one irrevocably damning moment, when Karl had screamed Sean's name as he thrust into Elijah.

But that was just Sean. The man was the physical embodiment of sex. Karl was even willing to be a bottom to be with Sean, something he'd only done a couple of times.

The problem was making it happen.

While Karl now knew Sean liked men, as he'd just gotten out of a rather involved relationship with Orlando, Karl was afraid he wasn't the kind of guy Sean wanted. He was more than a little afraid Sean's taste ran to Orli-types and Elijah-types. Not him.

Still, Karl kept a tiny, fledgling hope alive. Maybe tonight would become the fantasy he'd run through so many times in his mind - maybe Sean would fuck him into a wall. He didn't care if it was only a one-night thing, he just wanted it to happen. He sodding needed it to happen.

But fuck it all, how? Karl didn't want to come off as needy, hanging 'round Sean all night, blithering like a village idiot. He couldn't just throw himself at the man.

Karl cursed his lack of seduction talent. It wasn't one of his strong points, though he’d never really had to seduce anyone before. They just always came to him.

He supposed he could just be blunt, get straight to the point. Walk right over and say, "I want you to fuck me into the wall, mate. Into next fucking week."

Karl almost laughed out loud - the thought of walking up to Beanie and saying those exact words was just too much.

While Karl stood, brooding and nursing his beer, he didn't notice Sean's eyes on him. Studying him.

Didn't see Elijah whispering conspiratorially into Sean's ear.

Karl didn't know that Sean knew about the time Karl seen him naked, and just how much Karl wanted him.

Sean didn't have to be told that Karl wanted him - every time the man had looked at him the past two years, Sean could read it in his hazel eyes.

Viggo hadn't betrayed Karl's confidence; it was Elijah. A very drunk Elijah. Everyone knew the youngest of the hobbits couldn't hold his liquor - or any liquor, for that matter. So, when said hobbit was drunk, he couldn't keep his mouth shut. Any secrets Elijah knew would immediately spill out.

Sean was intrigued when he found out Karl wanted him, to say the least. He knew that he wasn't at all Karl's type; he wasn't submissive like Karl seemed to enjoy.

But Sean was admittedly turned on by Karl's fantasy. The younger man wasn't his usual type either, but he was extremely hot. Fucking hot, even. Sean would very much like to pound him into a wall. He could never get enough rough sex, especially with other men. Orli had never complained, per se, but just wasn't up to the bruising, the biting, the slapping that sometimes came with it, the kind of brutal fucking that left Sean breathless with its violent, animalistic need.

Sean no longer had to worry about breaking Orli - thankfully, he was Viggo's concern now. And Viggo was over the moon about Orlando; he would give that boy anything he wanted. All the hearts and flowers in the world, if Orli asked. Sean didn't begrudge either of them - on the contrary, he was quite happy for the pair. They were a much better match and besides, Orli had just been something of a distraction to him from the start.

Sean turned his thoughts back to the problem at hand.

How was he going to get Karl out in the hall? If he could manage that, he could most certainly fuck him senseless, right up against the wall - just what Karl desperately wanted.

Karl wasn't like Sean's usual conquests. He couldn't use his normal lines because Karl would probably just laugh and tell him to piss off. The only logical thing was to go over, grab him by the arm, drag him out the door and into the hallway, then take things from there.

But Sean didn't want Karl to overreact and start swinging. Though Sean was a big guy, Karl was, too, and Sean was in no mood to take a punch.

So, in the end, conspiring with Elijah was the only plausible route. It was simple, really: Elijah would somehow persuade Karl to go out into the hall, on the premise of having a bit of a serious discussion. Once Karl stepped out, Elijah would tell him he'd join him in a minute. Then Sean would make his move.

Sean stood back and sipped his port, watching Elijah make his way over to Karl. The glass trembled in Sean's hand. He hadn't realized just how much he was looking forward to this.

He grinned into his glass, eyes following Elijah’s progress. This was going to be fun.

Karl groaned when he saw Elijah coming his way. That wanker and his annoying grin. And those enormous blue eyes. Those huge fucking eyes had gotten him into a lot of trouble in the past - Karl could never say no when they were trained on him. Ever.

He knew Elijah was coming to annoy the fuck out of him. Probably try and convince him that he'd found the perfect bloke for him, or even the perfect bird.

"Hello again, Karl," Elijah said cheerfully, flashing him a warm smile.

"'Lo again, Lij," Karl replied warily. "What's up?"

"Could you come out in the hallway for a minute?" Elijah asked, staring at him innocently. "It's a little noisy in here, and I wanted to talk to you about a couple things."

Those eyes. Those fucking big blue eyes. Karl knew Elijah was using them to his advantage, and still they were Karl's downfall.

No matter how much it annoyed Karl that Elijah always attempted to hook him up with someone, whenever the boy pulled him to the side to speak to him, he always went. He could never say no once Elijah's blue gaze locked on his.

But he was tired of being a glorified sheep.

"Elijah." Karl’s voice was low. Dangerous. "If you're trying to fix me up with someone, I don't care to hear about it."

"It's not about that," Elijah protested. "I promise."

His eyes pleaded with Karl for a long moment.

"Fine," Karl sighed. "Lead on, little hobbit."

"I'm gonna grab us some more drinks," Elijah said with a smile. "I'll meet you outside in a sec."

Karl nodded, eyeing him suspiciously, then walked out the door and into the deserted hall. Karl stood there, fidgeting, thinking of all the possible conversations Elijah wanted to have.

Several minutes passed. Karl was growing more agitated by the second. He had a feeling Elijah wasn't coming out after all. He would kill the little wank if this was another of those fucking set-ups with all those fucking annoying people he loved to throw Karl's way.

Karl was lighting a cigarette as the door swung open behind him. He stood still for a moment, waiting, knowing that when he turned and didn't find Elijah, he'd be beyond annoyed. He'd be furious.

He began to turn, but a hard, warm body pressed against his back.

The body shoved Karl into the wall.

"What the fuck?" Karl managed, startled. He struggled, but the person behind him seemed to be much stronger. Karl couldn't break the hold. He willed himself not to panic.

And then a mouth clamped onto his neck, sucking hard. Lips moved over the exposed flesh of his throat, biting softly, leaving goosebumps in their wake. A light nip at his earlobe. Harsh breathing, hot against his skin.

Karl was more than a little confused and alarmed. He knew this was certainly not Elijah, but had no fucking idea who would want to mess with him like this. And fuck it all, despite the circumstances, he was suddenly horny as hell.

"Seriously, mate - what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Karl growled.

"Isn't this your fantasy, 'mate'?" a low voice asked suggestively, sending tremors down Karl's back.

His breathing quickened. His heart pounded in his ears.

"Isn't this your fantasy?" the voice continued. "Me pressing you against the wall, fucking you into oblivion?"

Karl struggled to turn, to see if this was the man he thought it was, but the grip tightened, pressing him flush against the wall.

"Sean?" Karl whispered in near disbelief.

"Who the fuck else?" Sean laughed. "Unless there's a lot of other men you've been thinking about?"

Sean pressed himself fully against Karl, forcing his erection against Karl's tight, denim-clad ass. Karl groaned, his already half-hard cock beginning to strain against the confines of his jeans, pressing painfully into the unforgiving wall.

"So answer me, Karl," Sean ordered, his voice harsh and husky against Karl's ear. "Is this not your fantasy? Do you want me to fuck you into this wall?"

Karl was nearly dizzy, he was so turned on. He swallowed hard. "Oh God, Sean," he breathed. "This is ... exactly my - my fantasy," he said brokenly, unconsciously pressing back into Sean's embrace. Against Sean's dick. Teasing. Inviting more.

Sean licked his lips, forcing himself to take this slow. He moved against Karl, grinding against Karl's ass, then pulling away.

Karl moaned, pushing back shamelessly. He tried to reach around and grab at Sean. He needed to touch him, needed to make him moan, needed to milk his cock and make him beg, but Sean stopped him. Grabbed both of his arms. Forced his wrists to the wall.

"Keep your hands right there," Sean said through gritted teeth, "and don't move." He licked the delicate outer shell of Karl's ear, drawing a shiver. "I'm the one in control here, Karl. Not. You."

Karl wordlessly obeyed. He was sure his cock was the hardest it had ever been. Just the sound of Sean's voice had him dripping with pre-come.

Sean's hands roamed Karl's body, which was rigid with tension. His fingers lingered on Karl's broad chest, pinching and rubbing his nipples through his thin T-shirt.

Karl's hips thrust back nearly of their own accord, but Sean stilled him with a hard slap on the ass.

"Don't move," he warned.

Once again, Karl complied.

Sean was trying to be as patient as possible. He knew Karl wasn't good at playing a submissive role, so he tried to cut the Kiwi a little slack.

"I know you've never been in this position. I know you've never been the submissive one," Sean said, almost apologetically. "But I promise you, I'll make it everything you've dreamt of," he purred silkily.

Karl groaned in response.

"So," Sean continued, "are you going to be still?"

Karl nodded.

"Good," Sean replied with a wicked grin.

Sean hands began moving again, mapping every inch of Karl's body. Down his chest to his stomach, back up to his nipples. Moving slowly. Teasingly, deft fingers circled the waistband of Karl’s jeans.

Karl fought to keep still. Sean was driving him crazy - he wanted him to just pull his jeans down and fuck him. Like a goddamned lust-crazed animal.

But he knew Sean was dragging this out for a purpose; Karl knew he wanted to hear him beg.

"Please, Sean," Karl whispered.

Sean smiled.

"Please what?" he asked, gently biting down on Karl's neck.

Karl leaned his forehead against the wall and closed his eyes.

"Fuck me."

Sean's cock twitched.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes - please, fuck me," Karl pleaded.

"How bad do you want me to fuck you?" Sean wanted to make Karl beg for every fucking touch.

"I want ... " Karl paused, sucked in a deep breath. "I want you to fuck me so bad, Sean. Please - fuck me. Please. I've never - never been this hard before." Karl felt tears forming in the corners of his eyes, his need was so intense. "Just ... Jesus, please. Fuck me."

"All right," Sean whispered roughly, unbuttoning Karl's jeans. He pushed them down past his hips, smiling when he saw Karl wasn't wearing any underwear. He wrapped a fist around Karl's cock, stroking just enough to make him squirm, enjoying Karl's wordless growl of approval.

With his free hand, Sean pulled a small tube of lube from his pocket. He poured a generous amount on Karl's puckered entrance. Karl flinched when the cold liquid touched his skin, but Sean quickened his strokes on Karl’s cock, distracting him.

Sean circled Karl's entrance, slicking his fingers in the process, then slowly eased a finger inside. He knew Karl hadn't done this in a while but was still surprised - and pleased - at how tight the boy was.

Karl winced in pain, but Sean's hand on his cock made it more than bearable. And then Sean began fucking Karl with his finger, stroking his prostate. Karl bucked, moaning, public hallway be damned. Karl was concentrating solely on the incredible pleasure building inside him - he didn't care who fucking heard.

Sean worked another finger inside Karl, scissoring them, hitting Karl's sweet spot, getting him ready. Sean's whole body was shaking in anticipation. He couldn't wait to bury his dick inside such a deliciously tight ass.

Karl was reaching his breaking point. He couldn't take any more preparation - he needed Sean inside him.

"Please, Sean," he moaned. "I'm ready. Just ... fuck me."

Sean removed his fingers and released Karl's cock. He took a condom from his pocket and pulled down his jeans and boxers. He deftly rolled the condom over his erection, added a liberal amount of lube and positioned himself against Karl's entrance.

Karl had to fight the urge to push back as he waited anxiously.

Sean shook his head. He couldn't tease Karl any longer; his own dick was rock-hard and he was dying to fuck the boy senseless.

He rammed his cock into Karl - hard, without warning. Karl grunted at the shock of the intrusion. The pain was intense, but he knew it would fade in a few moments.

Sean was completely still, giving Karl time to adjust to the sensation.

"Fuck, you're so fucking ... tight ... feel so fucking ... good ... " Sean managed. He wanted nothing more than pound into Karl, but forced himself to be patient. He didn't want to cause him any additional pain.

Karl moaned at the sound of Sean's voice, pushing his hips back. He was ready for more. Sean took the hint, thrusting slowly at first. He wanted to enjoy this feeling - he couldn't remember the last time he'd fucked someone so tight.

"Harder," Karl gasped. "God - fuck me harder." He was close to coming and wanted his fantasy to become a reality. He wanted Sean to pound the hell out of him.

Sean grabbed his hips and drove his cock into Karl, balls slapping against Karl's ass with each brutal thrust.

Karl knew he'd have bruises later, but the thought turned him on even more. He was about to come without Sean's hand on him.

Sean altered the angle of his thrusts, his cock stroking Karl's prostate. Karl felt a familiar tightness in his balls - he was ready to explode, he was so close.

Sean moved one hand from Karl's hip and wrapped it around Karl's cock, matching each stroke with his thrusts. Karl knew he wouldn't last but a few more seconds.

"Fuck!" Karl shouted, spraying his load all over the wall.

"Oh, fuck," Sean groaned. "Karl - "

Karl's muscles tightened around Sean's cock, bringing his own climax. He came hard, shuddering, and collapsed against Karl's back.

Sean's breathing returned to normal. Slowly, he pulled out.

Karl hissed at the loss of contact, struggling to keep his balance.

Sean removed the condom and tossed it in a nearby trash bin. He pulled up his jeans, turned and watched Karl do the same.

Karl looked up, meeting Sean's gaze.

"I must say," he said shakily, "you fulfilled my fantasy and then some." He winked.

Sean laughed. "I'm glad I could be of service." He wrapped his arms around Karl and kissed him tenderly, realizing it was their first.

"So," Karl asked when Sean pulled back, "who told you? Elijah or Viggo?"

"Elijah told," Sean said. "Viggo only confirmed."

Karl shook his head ruefully. "I never thought Vig would - "

"I only asked our King of Men," Sean broke in, "because sometimes the drunken bollocks that spews from Elwood's mouth is, well, bollocks."

Karl had to laugh. "Well, I guess I'm glad he told. Since I walked in the door and saw you, I was trying to figure out how I was going to make this happen."

"So, then." Sean raised an eyebrow. "Are there any other fantasies you have that involve me?" he asked drily.

Karl gave him a wicked grin.

"Oh, loads."

Sean returned the grin, his green eyes glittering. "Then let's go back to my place."

"Lead the way," Karl said as Sean pulled him down the hall.