Karl Birthday fic: They Say it's Your Birthday
Title: They Say it’s Your Birthday
Author: rufferto and kitty_trio
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Craig Parker/Karl Urban
Word Count: 3509
Rating: NC-17, Slash
Feedback Yes please!
Disclaimer: It’s Fiction! It never happened. All lies from troubled minds. We do not know either man or their sexual preferences. No money made from this fantasy.
Author's Notes: Karl receives a special birthday surprise. (Yes we went with the corny birthday angle) Written quickly and barely edited.
”Birthday” - The Beatles
You say it's your birthday
It's my birthday too--yeah
They say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you.
Yes we're going to a party party
Yes we're going to a party party
Yes we're going to a party party.
I would like you to dance--Birthday
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance-Birthday
I would like you to dance--Birthday
Dance
I would like you to dance--Birthday
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance-Birthday
I would like you to dance--Birthday
Dance
You say it's your birthday
Well it's my birthday too--yeah
You say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you.
Manip as always made in love by rufferto
Craig had been antsy all day that something was going to go wrong. Karl didn't like surprises and he was worried that showing up in Taos, NM was not a good idea. Especially given that they were attempting to keep their relationship under wraps due to the fact that Karl got a lot of bad press. So, he had decided to do something...different. He adjusted his 'outfit' and frowned when a young man walking near by gave him a very appreciative look. Perhaps the c-cup had not been the best idea.
Hot and tired from the long hours in the saddle, Karl dismounts to stretch the kinks from his back, and walk a few paces to get his ‘land’ legs beneath him. He could have handed the horse back to the wranglers and ridden back to the trailers with the others, but the message left on his mobile has him too twitchy with nerves and anticipation. He glances around the base set looking for a spiky mop of dark hair streaked here and there with blond.
A man comes up to tell Karl that a woman is here to see him. A hot woman at that. He slaps Karl on the back. "If I had someone as good looking as that, I'd have locked them up long ago."
Hiding his confusion, Karl pastes smirk on his face and winks at the man. “Why do you think no one sees me with anyone in public?” To himself he’s wondering if Craig’s message had been wrong. Craig supposedly flew over from England and was waiting for him on the set. Tamping down his disappointment, Karl heads for his trailer to wash off the excess makeup and glue from the thicker beard they have Call wearing. This woman is probably Craig’s new assistant, letting Karl know Craig was down in Santa Fe resting from the long flight before attempting the long drive up to Taos.
Craig waits nervously, shifting uncomfortably on the stairs. You'd think these people never seen a woman before. The black jeans and white top were loose, not tight, so what were they staring at? Of course, he had no idea how good he was at picking the right clothes and how well the dark blonde wig sat on him. Makeup had been easy. It was the stiletto heels that were killing him. He was not bad at walking in them however, given his many runs on Rocky Horror. He rises as soon as he sees Karl and smiles nervously.
Karl wipes his hands on dust covered denim, transferring more onto his palms than off. He straightens to his full height as the woman stands. She’s nearly of a height in her heels and the blond strands are blowing in the constant desert breeze into her face, giving him a chance to admire her curves. One eyebrow cocks automatically when he steps up to her. “I heard a lovely lady far from home was looking for me. They didn’t tell me how lovely.” His voice is a halfway between cheek and a sexy purr. Any assistant of Craig’s would learn early Karl covered any unease with harmless flirting.
Craig lifts his eyes to meet Karl's with a little smirk on his lips. He drawls in a husky, feminine voice -he was made for stage-. "Hello, Karl. The least I could do is come to see you on your birthday." His eyes slide up and down his lover's dusty form.
The deep purr of the woman travels down Karl’s spine in a small shiver. The blond hair is shaken over one shoulder, and Karl’s face breaks into a wide grin. Powdered and made up or no, he would know that nose and gorgeous shade of blue eyes anywhere. His arms encircle the slim waist, tongue flicking out once to lap at the ruby red lips and whisper “Best present ever, havin’ my girl in me arms,” before sealing their mouths together.
Craig returns the kiss sliding his arms around Karl's neck and running long painted finger nails through his lover's hair. "I have more presents for you in my suitcase, honey." He tickles Karl's ear. "Are you off work or do these pleasant gentlemen have to entertain me for a few more hours?"
Karl shivers again at the touch, the vintage denim pants tightening painfully. “If the dust devils settle down out there we’ll head back out, or do some filming on the sound stage” He’s already turning his ‘lady’ around and guiding her up the trailer steps. “Got a few hours to kill either way, come tell me about the flight while I grab a shower,” His words not fooling anyone near enough to hear and see the lust playing across his face.
He follows Karl into the trailer, eyes hooded and lashes fluttering. Stepping up into the trailer, "Goodness, it's not that big." He exclaims before shutting the door with a laugh. "Where's your bag, I'll get you a clean shirt, if you have a clean shirt." He snickers. When the door closes and they are alone, he latches onto Karl's pants and pulls the man over for another kiss, managing with difficulty to balance in the heels. "Hey, it's the only time I can look at you eye to eye in these." he whispers.
Karl sinks into the kiss before breaking off. Grinning against Craig’s lips, Karl cups ‘her’ arse and grinds his erection against his lover’s crotch. The height difference does feel strange, but odder still… “Fuck me love” His eyes go wide in astonishment. “Tell me you didn’t tape all those delicious bits up!” his hands moving to the front intending to undo Craig’s jeans.
Craig laughs, "You'll have to unwrap me. That's your present. So what do you think of Craigella?" He poses, thrusting out his 'breasts'.
Karl drags his hands up Craig’s back shoving the shirt up as well. Leering at his lover as he plays with the elastic on the back of the bra, “Yeh sure Love?” his voice rough with arousal, “Yeh know I don’t tear into the packaging like you.” He spans the fingers under the elastic, thumbs moving around to the front, and then up to brush softly over Craigella’s ‘nipples’.
The 'boobs' that are expertly made of realistic jelly don't provide much of a barrier and Craig arches into the touch. They even let you squeeze them. "Mmmm, the wrapping is around the parts you love best. Keeps it in place so I look good in my designer jeans Liv helped me buy." his eyes twinkle. "She was in London last week and when I told her of the plan she insisted on helping me find the perfect look."
Karl nudges blond strands out of his way with his nose so he can nibble on the neck that smells solely of Craig, no make up or other chemicals. “As much as I’d love to draw this out and spend hours unwrapping and tasting each bit of my lover revealed, we only have and hour or so and I need at least one shower now.” Tongue traveling up Craig’s ear breathing warm air inside. “I’d rather spend most of that time buried so deep inside of you, you feel it for weeks.”
"Well then what are you waiting for?" Craig has to wonder, pulling at Karl's shirt that snaps off easily. "I love it when you wear these shirts." He kicks off his heels to have a bit more leverage. "It's nice to be as tall as you sometimes," he grins. "But it puts me off balance." Craig pushes Karl onto the sofa and jumps on him.
Karl’s laugh when the snaps on his shirt are undone in one go, hitches to a moan when he receives a lapful of squirming Craig. “Yer th’ reason I wear more western style shirts love.” He makes short work of pushing the top off and unfastening the bra and peeling the jell-cups from his lover’s chest. “When yeh quit offering to sew on the buttons you tended to pop off me favorite shirts, had to come up with somethin’” His finger tips brush over Craig’s real nips as he leans up to lick and nibble along Craig’s collar bone.
Craig laughs and moans sharply when his overly sensitized nipples are caressed. The jelly had honestly been driving him crazy. "Quit talking and start unwrapping." He orders. "You only have an hour." He rakes his nails down Karl's stomach gently to his jeans to quickly unzip and set free the other man's raging cock.
Sighing when his trapped erection is released, Karl starts on the fastenings of the tight jeans. About to have his lover stand so he can peel them off, he looks up and snorts a giggle. The lipstick has been kissed off, the remaining makeup is smeared, and the blond wig is askew. “Now you look like the Marchwarden having a very bad hair day.”
Craig laughs and places the wig gently down. "Unless you want me to walk out looking like a man and confuse your co-stars." He snickers at the idea. "Haldir never has bad hair days," he tchs. "Careful with the jeans, they were expensive." He lifts one of Karl's fingers and sucks on it deliberately.
Growling Karl pulls his finger back and snarks, “Yeh mean we gotta truss you back in all this shite? Now stop distractin’ me and I’ll get you out of these tight-ass jeans.” He grunts as he starts working them down, revealing the binding beneath. “Fuck love, how did you get all that done up?”
"With difficulty," Craig snickers, running his fingers through Karl's hair. "We don't have ta. I can just take a shower and be my spiky haired self." He nuzzles his fingers against his lover's jaw and lips. "I missed you Karl." He whispers honestly, "Happy Birthday."
A dimple flashes at Craig’s admission, “Me too love,” he licks down the trail of dark down leading into a snug girdle. Once that’s peeled off, more binding in the form of an intricately wound bandage is revealed. Karl smirks up at the deep blue eyes above him as he rubs over the bulge becoming evident with each layer removed. “Fuck love, yeh did all this just to get a kiss out there?” Steadily unwinding the bandage, he runs his tongue over the red marks on his lover’s belly from creases in the wrapping.
"I did." He smiles broadly, "Didn't know whether they knew about me or not and I didn't want to show up and make you all hot and bothered and I wanted to give you something special." He plays with his lover's lips giving a deep sigh of relief as his cock is finally released from its painful bindings.
Karl’s eyes light up from the sweet words and quickly thickening shaft before him now he has his lover completely unwrapped. He nips at Craig’s fingers and runs his tongue lightly up the vein of his lover’s cock. Speaking around little licks to the fluid pearling at the tip, Karl’s eyes bore lustily up into Craig’s. “As much as I wanna take you right now, need a shower more. Yeh gonna let me get yeh all wet and soapy before I have my wicked way with yeh?”
"Any way you want me, love. I'm yours." Craig whispers, relief at the idea of a shower washing over him. He'd needed one ever since they slicked his hair down to put the wig into place. "’sides, need to shampoo my hair something fierce. It looks awful."
“Good” Karl states emphatically as he stands, running his hands up the back of Craig’s thighs to squeeze his arse. He starts shoving his trousers off until he encounters the cowboy boots. “Fucken hell, help me get these off.” He grumbles sitting back down with a sheepish look on his face.
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Craig attempts to pull them off causing the trailer to jolt slightly as he falls backwards with one of the boots in his hands and laughs. "Don't they come with directions???" He rubs his ass in annoyance.
Laughing until tears are in his eyes, “L…love it would’a been easier if you turned the other way, then I would’a pushed you and the boot off.”
Craig pouts, and rises, eyes flickering, and cheeks bright red. "Let’s get to the other one then." He grumbles. "You should have worn high heels then it'd be easy, you know." He smirks.
Mouth quirking as he tries to stifle his chuckles and grin, Karl turns Craig and rubs his sore bum. “If I wore anything higher than these boots, I’d get a backache leaning down to kiss yeh.” He keeps Craig turned away and raises the booted foot up between Craig’s knees. “Ok love, you tug from the heel and I’ll push.” He places his bare foot against Craig’s lovely bent-over arse to push.
Craig makes a huffing noise, but does pull the heel so the boot can come off easily. Once done he gives a happy sigh. "There." then he holds his nose, "You definitely need a shower." With that, the smaller man darts to the other end of the trailer.
“God love,” Karl breaks out into another deep laugh. “If for nothing else I miss how much you make laugh.” He stands and heads for the tiny shower stall. “Yeh comin’ or am I celebrating by meself?”
Craig searches around in Karl’s bed and grins coming up with a bottle of lube. "Knew you'd have one," He twirls it in his fingers and makes his way to the shower. "I don't think so." With that, Craig steps up on tip toe and attacks Karl's lips even before the shower turns on. "Just don't fall."
Karl snorts against Craig’s lips and backs them under the cool water. Coming up for air he pulls Craig close, sighing at the pleasure of holding this sweet man in his arms. “Fuck, I’ve missed you… this.”
Craig cuddles against his lover and starts to wash him deliberately, rubbing up against his cock. "Then why aren't you inside me, cowboy?" He asks in a very bad Texan accent.
Keeping one hand on the curve of Craig’s bum he scratches the other through the whiskers and glue on his face. “Let me wash this gunk and dust off while you wash your hair twice like you do, and I’ll pin you to that wall.” He nods his head to the far wall he can reach by extending one arm.
Craig gives a soft purr as he starts to work with shampoo eagerly, glad to get the gunk out and even more glad to feel more like himself. "Good thing I have real clothing in my bag." He grins. "Your jeans are always to long for me." He flicks a soap bubble at Karl's chest.
Making short work of the bar of soap as the two men avoid elbows and feet, Karl turns and pins the shorter man to the wall. “Good, like it better when I can get to all your man bits anyway.” He purrs, rubbing their soapy fronts together. “I’m all clean, yeh ready to feel all of me now?”
"Fuck, yeah." Craig spreads his legs and reaches for Karl. "It's been at least six months!" Well, not actually, but still. It feels like more than half a year has gone by when in reality only a couple months.
Karl grinds against his lover and takes Craig’s mouth in a deep kiss. One hand scrabbles for the lube on the tiny shelf, popping the top and squirting out an ample amount. Still tangling tongues and searching out every crevice in the wet heat within the shorter man’s mouth, he widens his stance so their cocks rub along each other. Play time is over. He needs to bury himself in the tight channel he’s hurriedly stretching. It feels like his early twenties all over again, how much and how fast he needs this man. “Gotta turn ‘round love and brace yerself. Not gonna be able to last long.” He rasps against Craig’s bruised red lips.
Craig whimpers his face slick with running water, dark hair plastered to his face. The smaller man shudders when his lover's fingers fill him. Even though Karl isn't completely his, he was the only one ever able to make him want so much so quickly. He turns easily and slips his arms up against the wall, ready to receive what he's dreamt about every night. Karl's been traveling so much lately. He shakes himself out of his unpleasant thoughts and smiles. No time for that now. He's with Karl and that's all that counts. "I'm good, hon. Ready. Need you, please, just need you."
Letting the water beat against his back, Karl takes a second to admire the leanly muscled back tapering to narrow waist and the gentle curve of Craig’s arse. He bites into his lip while he slicks up his throbbing cock. He braces them both with an arm around his lover’s waist and lines up to enter the sweet passage he loves so much. “Fuck… love…” he gasps against Craig’s neck, as he sinks home, “Nothin’ better ‘n being this deep in yeh.” The hand around the smaller man’s waist moves to scratch in the soft curls surrounding the needy shaft before fisting it to the steady pace he’s setting within Craig’s body.
There was nothing that he loved more than this particular feeling of being completely filled by Karl. They had only been alone maybe 10 minutes and that was all it took for them to work to this point. He closes his eyes and allows his body to simply feel and react. He meets each thrust by guiding his arse back against the thick cock within him. "Yes....yes please." he licks water from his lips. "Oh, god....ohhh... Karl!" He isn't going to last very long himself, at this rate.
Fuck, Craig was already shaking in his arms, neither of them able to hold out long when they’ve been apart for a while. “Yeh love,” his head lowers to lick at the drops of water falling from Craig’s dark spikes to a freckled shoulder. He bends his knees to change the angle and strike against his lover’s sweet spot with each thrust. The quaking of the shorter man’s body making him increase the strokes on Craig’s cock. “Gonna come for me love? Want yeh to milk me cock of all this cream thas’ just for you.”
Craig shudders and moans loudly, unable to contain his passion. "Yeah...yeah...." he murmurs incoherently, cock thrusting into Karl's fingers each time he's pushed forward by the force of his lover's thrusts "Oh yeah!" He feels his insides squeeze against the hard rod within. His prostrate sings as finally his too heavy balls release their sweet liquid as warmth spills over Karl's fingers.
“Thas’ it Ki…love… fucken ‘ell” Karl gasps around each squeeze around his shaft. He’s panting in Craig’s ear as his climax races through and out of his body. The shoulder before him is glistening with sweat and water and he bites into the taut cords to keep from shouting out too loud. He soothes the bite with wide licks with the flat of his tongue as the last of his spasms wrack his body.
Craig breathes out in relief when finally Karl's seed fills him again. He gasps and writhes and shudders and finally sags against the wall, breathless. "My....Karl..." He moans and finds it far too hard to move.
Karl leans heavily into his lover and brings the hand coated with Craig’s come up to his mouth to lick the thick drops of fluid off. Moaning he withdraws slowly, putting a hand out to brace his wobbly legs and Craig who’s nearly limp. He rinses his lover gently pressing little kisses to the closed eyelids and full lips.
Craig snuggles against Karl, pressing as close as he can. "Must you go back to work? can't we just go to your bungalow or wherever you're staying?" He wonders, holding on.
“Shh love, not going anywhere just yet.” Karl smoothes a hand down Craig’s back and helps him from the small stall. He wraps one towel around his own waist and uses the other to gently pat his lover dry. “Come on love, just a few steps to the bed,” he urges Craig to the tiny bed in the corner of the trailer. He climbs on and settles the nearly sleeping man against him and pulls a flannel throw over them both.
Craig lays his head in the crook of Karl's arm, deciding that the whole trip had been worth it, even if he had spent a whole night in a motel dressing up along the way. "Happy birthday, Karl." He murmurs. "Love."
“Thanks Kitten” Karl kisses the dark wet locks already standing up in little spikes. “Love yeh too,” he sighs wrapping his arms and legs tighter around his first and dearest love.
FIN
Author: rufferto and kitty_trio
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Craig Parker/Karl Urban
Word Count: 3509
Rating: NC-17, Slash
Feedback Yes please!
Disclaimer: It’s Fiction! It never happened. All lies from troubled minds. We do not know either man or their sexual preferences. No money made from this fantasy.
Author's Notes: Karl receives a special birthday surprise. (Yes we went with the corny birthday angle) Written quickly and barely edited.
”Birthday” - The Beatles
You say it's your birthday
It's my birthday too--yeah
They say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you.
Yes we're going to a party party
Yes we're going to a party party
Yes we're going to a party party.
I would like you to dance--Birthday
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance-Birthday
I would like you to dance--Birthday
Dance
I would like you to dance--Birthday
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance-Birthday
I would like you to dance--Birthday
Dance
You say it's your birthday
Well it's my birthday too--yeah
You say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you.
Manip as always made in love by rufferto
Craig had been antsy all day that something was going to go wrong. Karl didn't like surprises and he was worried that showing up in Taos, NM was not a good idea. Especially given that they were attempting to keep their relationship under wraps due to the fact that Karl got a lot of bad press. So, he had decided to do something...different. He adjusted his 'outfit' and frowned when a young man walking near by gave him a very appreciative look. Perhaps the c-cup had not been the best idea.
Hot and tired from the long hours in the saddle, Karl dismounts to stretch the kinks from his back, and walk a few paces to get his ‘land’ legs beneath him. He could have handed the horse back to the wranglers and ridden back to the trailers with the others, but the message left on his mobile has him too twitchy with nerves and anticipation. He glances around the base set looking for a spiky mop of dark hair streaked here and there with blond.
A man comes up to tell Karl that a woman is here to see him. A hot woman at that. He slaps Karl on the back. "If I had someone as good looking as that, I'd have locked them up long ago."
Hiding his confusion, Karl pastes smirk on his face and winks at the man. “Why do you think no one sees me with anyone in public?” To himself he’s wondering if Craig’s message had been wrong. Craig supposedly flew over from England and was waiting for him on the set. Tamping down his disappointment, Karl heads for his trailer to wash off the excess makeup and glue from the thicker beard they have Call wearing. This woman is probably Craig’s new assistant, letting Karl know Craig was down in Santa Fe resting from the long flight before attempting the long drive up to Taos.
Craig waits nervously, shifting uncomfortably on the stairs. You'd think these people never seen a woman before. The black jeans and white top were loose, not tight, so what were they staring at? Of course, he had no idea how good he was at picking the right clothes and how well the dark blonde wig sat on him. Makeup had been easy. It was the stiletto heels that were killing him. He was not bad at walking in them however, given his many runs on Rocky Horror. He rises as soon as he sees Karl and smiles nervously.
Karl wipes his hands on dust covered denim, transferring more onto his palms than off. He straightens to his full height as the woman stands. She’s nearly of a height in her heels and the blond strands are blowing in the constant desert breeze into her face, giving him a chance to admire her curves. One eyebrow cocks automatically when he steps up to her. “I heard a lovely lady far from home was looking for me. They didn’t tell me how lovely.” His voice is a halfway between cheek and a sexy purr. Any assistant of Craig’s would learn early Karl covered any unease with harmless flirting.
Craig lifts his eyes to meet Karl's with a little smirk on his lips. He drawls in a husky, feminine voice -he was made for stage-. "Hello, Karl. The least I could do is come to see you on your birthday." His eyes slide up and down his lover's dusty form.
The deep purr of the woman travels down Karl’s spine in a small shiver. The blond hair is shaken over one shoulder, and Karl’s face breaks into a wide grin. Powdered and made up or no, he would know that nose and gorgeous shade of blue eyes anywhere. His arms encircle the slim waist, tongue flicking out once to lap at the ruby red lips and whisper “Best present ever, havin’ my girl in me arms,” before sealing their mouths together.
Craig returns the kiss sliding his arms around Karl's neck and running long painted finger nails through his lover's hair. "I have more presents for you in my suitcase, honey." He tickles Karl's ear. "Are you off work or do these pleasant gentlemen have to entertain me for a few more hours?"
Karl shivers again at the touch, the vintage denim pants tightening painfully. “If the dust devils settle down out there we’ll head back out, or do some filming on the sound stage” He’s already turning his ‘lady’ around and guiding her up the trailer steps. “Got a few hours to kill either way, come tell me about the flight while I grab a shower,” His words not fooling anyone near enough to hear and see the lust playing across his face.
He follows Karl into the trailer, eyes hooded and lashes fluttering. Stepping up into the trailer, "Goodness, it's not that big." He exclaims before shutting the door with a laugh. "Where's your bag, I'll get you a clean shirt, if you have a clean shirt." He snickers. When the door closes and they are alone, he latches onto Karl's pants and pulls the man over for another kiss, managing with difficulty to balance in the heels. "Hey, it's the only time I can look at you eye to eye in these." he whispers.
Karl sinks into the kiss before breaking off. Grinning against Craig’s lips, Karl cups ‘her’ arse and grinds his erection against his lover’s crotch. The height difference does feel strange, but odder still… “Fuck me love” His eyes go wide in astonishment. “Tell me you didn’t tape all those delicious bits up!” his hands moving to the front intending to undo Craig’s jeans.
Craig laughs, "You'll have to unwrap me. That's your present. So what do you think of Craigella?" He poses, thrusting out his 'breasts'.
Karl drags his hands up Craig’s back shoving the shirt up as well. Leering at his lover as he plays with the elastic on the back of the bra, “Yeh sure Love?” his voice rough with arousal, “Yeh know I don’t tear into the packaging like you.” He spans the fingers under the elastic, thumbs moving around to the front, and then up to brush softly over Craigella’s ‘nipples’.
The 'boobs' that are expertly made of realistic jelly don't provide much of a barrier and Craig arches into the touch. They even let you squeeze them. "Mmmm, the wrapping is around the parts you love best. Keeps it in place so I look good in my designer jeans Liv helped me buy." his eyes twinkle. "She was in London last week and when I told her of the plan she insisted on helping me find the perfect look."
Karl nudges blond strands out of his way with his nose so he can nibble on the neck that smells solely of Craig, no make up or other chemicals. “As much as I’d love to draw this out and spend hours unwrapping and tasting each bit of my lover revealed, we only have and hour or so and I need at least one shower now.” Tongue traveling up Craig’s ear breathing warm air inside. “I’d rather spend most of that time buried so deep inside of you, you feel it for weeks.”
"Well then what are you waiting for?" Craig has to wonder, pulling at Karl's shirt that snaps off easily. "I love it when you wear these shirts." He kicks off his heels to have a bit more leverage. "It's nice to be as tall as you sometimes," he grins. "But it puts me off balance." Craig pushes Karl onto the sofa and jumps on him.
Karl’s laugh when the snaps on his shirt are undone in one go, hitches to a moan when he receives a lapful of squirming Craig. “Yer th’ reason I wear more western style shirts love.” He makes short work of pushing the top off and unfastening the bra and peeling the jell-cups from his lover’s chest. “When yeh quit offering to sew on the buttons you tended to pop off me favorite shirts, had to come up with somethin’” His finger tips brush over Craig’s real nips as he leans up to lick and nibble along Craig’s collar bone.
Craig laughs and moans sharply when his overly sensitized nipples are caressed. The jelly had honestly been driving him crazy. "Quit talking and start unwrapping." He orders. "You only have an hour." He rakes his nails down Karl's stomach gently to his jeans to quickly unzip and set free the other man's raging cock.
Sighing when his trapped erection is released, Karl starts on the fastenings of the tight jeans. About to have his lover stand so he can peel them off, he looks up and snorts a giggle. The lipstick has been kissed off, the remaining makeup is smeared, and the blond wig is askew. “Now you look like the Marchwarden having a very bad hair day.”
Craig laughs and places the wig gently down. "Unless you want me to walk out looking like a man and confuse your co-stars." He snickers at the idea. "Haldir never has bad hair days," he tchs. "Careful with the jeans, they were expensive." He lifts one of Karl's fingers and sucks on it deliberately.
Growling Karl pulls his finger back and snarks, “Yeh mean we gotta truss you back in all this shite? Now stop distractin’ me and I’ll get you out of these tight-ass jeans.” He grunts as he starts working them down, revealing the binding beneath. “Fuck love, how did you get all that done up?”
"With difficulty," Craig snickers, running his fingers through Karl's hair. "We don't have ta. I can just take a shower and be my spiky haired self." He nuzzles his fingers against his lover's jaw and lips. "I missed you Karl." He whispers honestly, "Happy Birthday."
A dimple flashes at Craig’s admission, “Me too love,” he licks down the trail of dark down leading into a snug girdle. Once that’s peeled off, more binding in the form of an intricately wound bandage is revealed. Karl smirks up at the deep blue eyes above him as he rubs over the bulge becoming evident with each layer removed. “Fuck love, yeh did all this just to get a kiss out there?” Steadily unwinding the bandage, he runs his tongue over the red marks on his lover’s belly from creases in the wrapping.
"I did." He smiles broadly, "Didn't know whether they knew about me or not and I didn't want to show up and make you all hot and bothered and I wanted to give you something special." He plays with his lover's lips giving a deep sigh of relief as his cock is finally released from its painful bindings.
Karl’s eyes light up from the sweet words and quickly thickening shaft before him now he has his lover completely unwrapped. He nips at Craig’s fingers and runs his tongue lightly up the vein of his lover’s cock. Speaking around little licks to the fluid pearling at the tip, Karl’s eyes bore lustily up into Craig’s. “As much as I wanna take you right now, need a shower more. Yeh gonna let me get yeh all wet and soapy before I have my wicked way with yeh?”
"Any way you want me, love. I'm yours." Craig whispers, relief at the idea of a shower washing over him. He'd needed one ever since they slicked his hair down to put the wig into place. "’sides, need to shampoo my hair something fierce. It looks awful."
“Good” Karl states emphatically as he stands, running his hands up the back of Craig’s thighs to squeeze his arse. He starts shoving his trousers off until he encounters the cowboy boots. “Fucken hell, help me get these off.” He grumbles sitting back down with a sheepish look on his face.
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Craig attempts to pull them off causing the trailer to jolt slightly as he falls backwards with one of the boots in his hands and laughs. "Don't they come with directions???" He rubs his ass in annoyance.
Laughing until tears are in his eyes, “L…love it would’a been easier if you turned the other way, then I would’a pushed you and the boot off.”
Craig pouts, and rises, eyes flickering, and cheeks bright red. "Let’s get to the other one then." He grumbles. "You should have worn high heels then it'd be easy, you know." He smirks.
Mouth quirking as he tries to stifle his chuckles and grin, Karl turns Craig and rubs his sore bum. “If I wore anything higher than these boots, I’d get a backache leaning down to kiss yeh.” He keeps Craig turned away and raises the booted foot up between Craig’s knees. “Ok love, you tug from the heel and I’ll push.” He places his bare foot against Craig’s lovely bent-over arse to push.
Craig makes a huffing noise, but does pull the heel so the boot can come off easily. Once done he gives a happy sigh. "There." then he holds his nose, "You definitely need a shower." With that, the smaller man darts to the other end of the trailer.
“God love,” Karl breaks out into another deep laugh. “If for nothing else I miss how much you make laugh.” He stands and heads for the tiny shower stall. “Yeh comin’ or am I celebrating by meself?”
Craig searches around in Karl’s bed and grins coming up with a bottle of lube. "Knew you'd have one," He twirls it in his fingers and makes his way to the shower. "I don't think so." With that, Craig steps up on tip toe and attacks Karl's lips even before the shower turns on. "Just don't fall."
Karl snorts against Craig’s lips and backs them under the cool water. Coming up for air he pulls Craig close, sighing at the pleasure of holding this sweet man in his arms. “Fuck, I’ve missed you… this.”
Craig cuddles against his lover and starts to wash him deliberately, rubbing up against his cock. "Then why aren't you inside me, cowboy?" He asks in a very bad Texan accent.
Keeping one hand on the curve of Craig’s bum he scratches the other through the whiskers and glue on his face. “Let me wash this gunk and dust off while you wash your hair twice like you do, and I’ll pin you to that wall.” He nods his head to the far wall he can reach by extending one arm.
Craig gives a soft purr as he starts to work with shampoo eagerly, glad to get the gunk out and even more glad to feel more like himself. "Good thing I have real clothing in my bag." He grins. "Your jeans are always to long for me." He flicks a soap bubble at Karl's chest.
Making short work of the bar of soap as the two men avoid elbows and feet, Karl turns and pins the shorter man to the wall. “Good, like it better when I can get to all your man bits anyway.” He purrs, rubbing their soapy fronts together. “I’m all clean, yeh ready to feel all of me now?”
"Fuck, yeah." Craig spreads his legs and reaches for Karl. "It's been at least six months!" Well, not actually, but still. It feels like more than half a year has gone by when in reality only a couple months.
Karl grinds against his lover and takes Craig’s mouth in a deep kiss. One hand scrabbles for the lube on the tiny shelf, popping the top and squirting out an ample amount. Still tangling tongues and searching out every crevice in the wet heat within the shorter man’s mouth, he widens his stance so their cocks rub along each other. Play time is over. He needs to bury himself in the tight channel he’s hurriedly stretching. It feels like his early twenties all over again, how much and how fast he needs this man. “Gotta turn ‘round love and brace yerself. Not gonna be able to last long.” He rasps against Craig’s bruised red lips.
Craig whimpers his face slick with running water, dark hair plastered to his face. The smaller man shudders when his lover's fingers fill him. Even though Karl isn't completely his, he was the only one ever able to make him want so much so quickly. He turns easily and slips his arms up against the wall, ready to receive what he's dreamt about every night. Karl's been traveling so much lately. He shakes himself out of his unpleasant thoughts and smiles. No time for that now. He's with Karl and that's all that counts. "I'm good, hon. Ready. Need you, please, just need you."
Letting the water beat against his back, Karl takes a second to admire the leanly muscled back tapering to narrow waist and the gentle curve of Craig’s arse. He bites into his lip while he slicks up his throbbing cock. He braces them both with an arm around his lover’s waist and lines up to enter the sweet passage he loves so much. “Fuck… love…” he gasps against Craig’s neck, as he sinks home, “Nothin’ better ‘n being this deep in yeh.” The hand around the smaller man’s waist moves to scratch in the soft curls surrounding the needy shaft before fisting it to the steady pace he’s setting within Craig’s body.
There was nothing that he loved more than this particular feeling of being completely filled by Karl. They had only been alone maybe 10 minutes and that was all it took for them to work to this point. He closes his eyes and allows his body to simply feel and react. He meets each thrust by guiding his arse back against the thick cock within him. "Yes....yes please." he licks water from his lips. "Oh, god....ohhh... Karl!" He isn't going to last very long himself, at this rate.
Fuck, Craig was already shaking in his arms, neither of them able to hold out long when they’ve been apart for a while. “Yeh love,” his head lowers to lick at the drops of water falling from Craig’s dark spikes to a freckled shoulder. He bends his knees to change the angle and strike against his lover’s sweet spot with each thrust. The quaking of the shorter man’s body making him increase the strokes on Craig’s cock. “Gonna come for me love? Want yeh to milk me cock of all this cream thas’ just for you.”
Craig shudders and moans loudly, unable to contain his passion. "Yeah...yeah...." he murmurs incoherently, cock thrusting into Karl's fingers each time he's pushed forward by the force of his lover's thrusts "Oh yeah!" He feels his insides squeeze against the hard rod within. His prostrate sings as finally his too heavy balls release their sweet liquid as warmth spills over Karl's fingers.
“Thas’ it Ki…love… fucken ‘ell” Karl gasps around each squeeze around his shaft. He’s panting in Craig’s ear as his climax races through and out of his body. The shoulder before him is glistening with sweat and water and he bites into the taut cords to keep from shouting out too loud. He soothes the bite with wide licks with the flat of his tongue as the last of his spasms wrack his body.
Craig breathes out in relief when finally Karl's seed fills him again. He gasps and writhes and shudders and finally sags against the wall, breathless. "My....Karl..." He moans and finds it far too hard to move.
Karl leans heavily into his lover and brings the hand coated with Craig’s come up to his mouth to lick the thick drops of fluid off. Moaning he withdraws slowly, putting a hand out to brace his wobbly legs and Craig who’s nearly limp. He rinses his lover gently pressing little kisses to the closed eyelids and full lips.
Craig snuggles against Karl, pressing as close as he can. "Must you go back to work? can't we just go to your bungalow or wherever you're staying?" He wonders, holding on.
“Shh love, not going anywhere just yet.” Karl smoothes a hand down Craig’s back and helps him from the small stall. He wraps one towel around his own waist and uses the other to gently pat his lover dry. “Come on love, just a few steps to the bed,” he urges Craig to the tiny bed in the corner of the trailer. He climbs on and settles the nearly sleeping man against him and pulls a flannel throw over them both.
Craig lays his head in the crook of Karl's arm, deciding that the whole trip had been worth it, even if he had spent a whole night in a motel dressing up along the way. "Happy birthday, Karl." He murmurs. "Love."
“Thanks Kitten” Karl kisses the dark wet locks already standing up in little spikes. “Love yeh too,” he sighs wrapping his arms and legs tighter around his first and dearest love.
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