Special thoughts and calling lozateazer
What’s left of today is a special day of remembrance to me. Two years have now passed, and it’s no longer a day of sadness. How could it be? My Love is at peace and free of pain. And now I have a special friend who celebrates her birth on this last day of January.
This little ficlet is in honor of Lolo’s milestone birthday (it’s still the 31st on our left coast *g*), and only made possible with hickorynut’s delightful Karl.
Title: Birthday Antics
Authors: kitty_trio and hickorynut
Fandom: LOTR RPS
Rating: NC17
Pairing: SB/KU, VM
Warnings: Slash, misuse of birthday cake
Feedback: Yes please!
Disclaimer: It’s Fiction! It never happened! All lies from troubled minds. They just look and sound like people you recognize.
Summary: Sean and Karl prepare for a very special day
A/N: This is much forward in the Friends and Lovers ‘verse I started last spring. lozateazer has graciously offered Viggo's and part of Karl's help in finishing that tale.
He leant against the doorjamb and watched his lover’s bum wriggle in effort. “All’s ready?”
“Yeah, just finishing up now. Are your tasks…?”
“Yeah, yeah,” he overrode the other and ticked items off long fingers. “Champagne chilled? Grill ready to be lit? Steaks ready?” Each question responded to with a nod or an exasperated yes. The bum wiggled again and soft fabric pulled taut over generous curves. “Spread a bit more, yeah?” his voice lowered to a growl as certain bits became very interested in the activity before him.
“The icing is being spread just fine, thankyouverymuch,” Came the snarky reply with a glare over one bare shoulder.
“Not the spreading I were talking about. One more shift of yer hips and a narrower stance…” He looked pointedly at the sweats barely clinging to angular hipbones. He pushed off the entryway and plucked the icing covered spatula from the other man. His tongue flicked out, swirling through the whipped chocolate.
“Fuck… Bean… you have any idea how lethal your tongue is?” Karl batted the spatula away and chased the icing into Sean’s mouth.
Sean groaned into the younger man’s wet, hot mouth. Never with women did kissing fire his blood so quickly. One thumb hooked in the sweats waistband and pushed that little bit until the fabric pooled at their feet. Unmindful of the spatula he filled his hands with the taut globes of Karl’s ass, and rocked his erection against one hip.
Karl responded by grasping at Sean's shoulders, hands sliding until they locked behind the sinewy neck and held the older Brit close. Sean's shaft was hard and hot through the fabric of his trousers, dragging the worn fabric across Karl's hips. Realizing belatedly that the feel of Sean's cloth-covered cock against his hip meant his own trousers were gone, it was at that moment that Karl noticed the slippery yet sticky goo against his bum. He was breathless as he pushed away for a moment, glancing around to try to look at his own arse. "Gee - that's lovely." He grinned at the chocolate icing that - well - it looked rather incriminating there on his bum.
Green eyes glazing in lust, Sean’s fingers clenched, smearing in the icing. “Tis slippery, yeah?” he peered over Karl’s shoulder as well. “Shite…” he chuckled and then snorted. Bringing one chocolate covered hand forward he aimed at painting the Kiwi’s nose. “Always knew you were a brown nose,” he cackled in glee, dancing away a step.
“Appropriate language," Karl grinned sardonically, following Sean as he moved away. "You can't just do that and get away with it," he threatened in a playful tone. "I think you should clean it up." He turned around, leaning on the counter and presenting his bare, chocolate-covered arse to the other man.
“Bugger all, yeh think I’m going to kiss your arse.” Sean protested half-joking. One dollop melting on Karl’s warm skin slid down pale flesh into the shadowed crease. Distracted, his trousers twitched as more blood filled his throbbing cock. “Does make an interesting lube, eh,” again he moved forward. A warm palm pushed Karl across the counter, and his coated fingers traced the icing’s path to the tight pucker beyond.
Karl didn't know which shocked him more - the cold tile against his nipples as he was flattened against the counter, or the feeling of Sean's fingers teasing at his entrance. He also didn't know in which direction he wanted to push. Meeting Sean's finger meant pulling away from the cold tile that had pebbled his flesh, but it was worth it when he pushed just enough to make the wandering fingers press against his opening.
Just that small movement was enough for the Brit to lose the last shred of control. He groped for the bowl and dipped up a sizable amount of icing. “Fookin ‘ell… it melts so as it touches yer hot skin…” his accent deepened as he pressed within the tight space, amazed as always when the passage clenched and massaged the digit. “Need inside, now,” he growled leaning over the dark-haired beauty to nip at sensitive flesh beneath an ear.
Karl tilted his head, groaning as Sean's teeth and tongue pressed at all the right spots. His hips rocked back and forth, working against Sean's finger to fuck himself into oblivion. "What are you waiting for?" He gasped as a particularly sharp movement sent Sean's finger grazing over that bundle of nerves inside his passage.
Sean bit down a little harder, not breaking skin, but leaving his mark when his fingers brushed across that spot that always sent his lovers into orbit. “’m still in me kit.”
He tentatively worked Karl’s channel with the chocolate ‘lube’ and scrabbled with his belt and trouser placket. The half-iced cake was knocked to the counter edge in his fumbling efforts.
Hand swiping across the counter as he attempted to help Sean in his quest to get naked, Karl knocked the cake to the floor. He muttered a loud "Bloody hell!" as the cake exploded, sending soft, spongy bits of chocolate cake throughout the kitchen. It was quickly forgotten, though, as his hand came into contact with Sean's, wrapping around his lover's hard cock and stroking it blindly as he begged to be taken.
Trousers only making it to his knees, Sean closed his eyes as Karl’s rough fist encircled his prick. With the two of them guiding, the tip popped past the ring of muscle and Sean forgot to breathe until he was buried balls deep. “So bloody tight…” he gasped at last, greasy hands moving to slim hips. Already he could feel his orgasm pooling low in his gut. “Hard and fast, yeah,” he panted as he began to snap his hips forward and back.
"Wouldn't have it..." Karl grunted, "any other way..." His breath came in great, sharp gasps as he braced himself against the counter, meeting each and every thrust Sean made. Bracing one shoulder against the tile, he moved his arm until he could grasp his own cock, stroking it roughly with every movement. The wide shaft that split him touched him in all the right spots, forcing his eyes closed as he pled constantly for more.
Sean widened his stance to comply. He slipped on a bit of cake so thrust deeper to regain his equilibrium. “Yeh move…” he batted Karl’s hand off his own cock and took up fisting it. “Want yeh to milk me dry.” He dampened dry lips with a flick of his tongue and went back to worrying the tender bits on Karl’s nape.
A particularly sharp nip of Sean's teeth, combined with the rough hand on his cock sent Karl sailing over the edge. His eyes squeezed shut, hand slipping on the condensation on the tile from where his hot skin had pressed against it. He shot his load, feeling it fire out of his body over and over as his cock twitched in rhythm with the convulsing of his muscles.
“Bloody fuck!” The squeezing on his cock was almost painful. His body stilled deep within the younger man, and then his seed erupted with jerky thrusts. The tangle of his trousers and the mess of cake of the floor made him lose his footing.
Crashing backwards, Sean held onto Karl and pulled him into a chocolaty and come splattered heap.
Karl was barely able to languish in the feeling of Sean's release inside him before he was falling backwards. He scrabbled madly for the counter, only managing to pull out a drawer of silverware that crashed noisily to the floor at the same moment he landed atop Sean. Stunned, his mouth worked uselessly, only short breaths escaping as he tried to form words.
Bum landing hard and Karl’s weight a moment later pushed the air from Sean’s lungs. A snort and movement from just behind brought his head around. His softening shaft gave one last twitch of shock. “V…V…” he pinched at Karl’s abs to get his attention, “Vigs...”
Karl tilted his head back against Sean's shoulder, looking up at Viggo, who stood in the door. A flicker of surprise flashed across his face as he flushed - literally all over. "We were - um - we just wanted...um..." He couldn't form a coherent sentence at all in this state.
“Yeah, erm… were just…” Sean stuttered to a halt, resisting the urge to bury his beet red face in Karl’s neck. He flung an arm at the remains of the cake.
Both men sang out, “Happy Birthday mate!”
FIN
This little ficlet is in honor of Lolo’s milestone birthday (it’s still the 31st on our left coast *g*), and only made possible with hickorynut’s delightful Karl.
Title: Birthday Antics
Authors: kitty_trio and hickorynut
Fandom: LOTR RPS
Rating: NC17
Pairing: SB/KU, VM
Warnings: Slash, misuse of birthday cake
Feedback: Yes please!
Disclaimer: It’s Fiction! It never happened! All lies from troubled minds. They just look and sound like people you recognize.
Summary: Sean and Karl prepare for a very special day
A/N: This is much forward in the Friends and Lovers ‘verse I started last spring. lozateazer has graciously offered Viggo's and part of Karl's help in finishing that tale.
He leant against the doorjamb and watched his lover’s bum wriggle in effort. “All’s ready?”
“Yeah, just finishing up now. Are your tasks…?”
“Yeah, yeah,” he overrode the other and ticked items off long fingers. “Champagne chilled? Grill ready to be lit? Steaks ready?” Each question responded to with a nod or an exasperated yes. The bum wiggled again and soft fabric pulled taut over generous curves. “Spread a bit more, yeah?” his voice lowered to a growl as certain bits became very interested in the activity before him.
“The icing is being spread just fine, thankyouverymuch,” Came the snarky reply with a glare over one bare shoulder.
“Not the spreading I were talking about. One more shift of yer hips and a narrower stance…” He looked pointedly at the sweats barely clinging to angular hipbones. He pushed off the entryway and plucked the icing covered spatula from the other man. His tongue flicked out, swirling through the whipped chocolate.
“Fuck… Bean… you have any idea how lethal your tongue is?” Karl batted the spatula away and chased the icing into Sean’s mouth.
Sean groaned into the younger man’s wet, hot mouth. Never with women did kissing fire his blood so quickly. One thumb hooked in the sweats waistband and pushed that little bit until the fabric pooled at their feet. Unmindful of the spatula he filled his hands with the taut globes of Karl’s ass, and rocked his erection against one hip.
Karl responded by grasping at Sean's shoulders, hands sliding until they locked behind the sinewy neck and held the older Brit close. Sean's shaft was hard and hot through the fabric of his trousers, dragging the worn fabric across Karl's hips. Realizing belatedly that the feel of Sean's cloth-covered cock against his hip meant his own trousers were gone, it was at that moment that Karl noticed the slippery yet sticky goo against his bum. He was breathless as he pushed away for a moment, glancing around to try to look at his own arse. "Gee - that's lovely." He grinned at the chocolate icing that - well - it looked rather incriminating there on his bum.
Green eyes glazing in lust, Sean’s fingers clenched, smearing in the icing. “Tis slippery, yeah?” he peered over Karl’s shoulder as well. “Shite…” he chuckled and then snorted. Bringing one chocolate covered hand forward he aimed at painting the Kiwi’s nose. “Always knew you were a brown nose,” he cackled in glee, dancing away a step.
“Appropriate language," Karl grinned sardonically, following Sean as he moved away. "You can't just do that and get away with it," he threatened in a playful tone. "I think you should clean it up." He turned around, leaning on the counter and presenting his bare, chocolate-covered arse to the other man.
“Bugger all, yeh think I’m going to kiss your arse.” Sean protested half-joking. One dollop melting on Karl’s warm skin slid down pale flesh into the shadowed crease. Distracted, his trousers twitched as more blood filled his throbbing cock. “Does make an interesting lube, eh,” again he moved forward. A warm palm pushed Karl across the counter, and his coated fingers traced the icing’s path to the tight pucker beyond.
Karl didn't know which shocked him more - the cold tile against his nipples as he was flattened against the counter, or the feeling of Sean's fingers teasing at his entrance. He also didn't know in which direction he wanted to push. Meeting Sean's finger meant pulling away from the cold tile that had pebbled his flesh, but it was worth it when he pushed just enough to make the wandering fingers press against his opening.
Just that small movement was enough for the Brit to lose the last shred of control. He groped for the bowl and dipped up a sizable amount of icing. “Fookin ‘ell… it melts so as it touches yer hot skin…” his accent deepened as he pressed within the tight space, amazed as always when the passage clenched and massaged the digit. “Need inside, now,” he growled leaning over the dark-haired beauty to nip at sensitive flesh beneath an ear.
Karl tilted his head, groaning as Sean's teeth and tongue pressed at all the right spots. His hips rocked back and forth, working against Sean's finger to fuck himself into oblivion. "What are you waiting for?" He gasped as a particularly sharp movement sent Sean's finger grazing over that bundle of nerves inside his passage.
Sean bit down a little harder, not breaking skin, but leaving his mark when his fingers brushed across that spot that always sent his lovers into orbit. “’m still in me kit.”
He tentatively worked Karl’s channel with the chocolate ‘lube’ and scrabbled with his belt and trouser placket. The half-iced cake was knocked to the counter edge in his fumbling efforts.
Hand swiping across the counter as he attempted to help Sean in his quest to get naked, Karl knocked the cake to the floor. He muttered a loud "Bloody hell!" as the cake exploded, sending soft, spongy bits of chocolate cake throughout the kitchen. It was quickly forgotten, though, as his hand came into contact with Sean's, wrapping around his lover's hard cock and stroking it blindly as he begged to be taken.
Trousers only making it to his knees, Sean closed his eyes as Karl’s rough fist encircled his prick. With the two of them guiding, the tip popped past the ring of muscle and Sean forgot to breathe until he was buried balls deep. “So bloody tight…” he gasped at last, greasy hands moving to slim hips. Already he could feel his orgasm pooling low in his gut. “Hard and fast, yeah,” he panted as he began to snap his hips forward and back.
"Wouldn't have it..." Karl grunted, "any other way..." His breath came in great, sharp gasps as he braced himself against the counter, meeting each and every thrust Sean made. Bracing one shoulder against the tile, he moved his arm until he could grasp his own cock, stroking it roughly with every movement. The wide shaft that split him touched him in all the right spots, forcing his eyes closed as he pled constantly for more.
Sean widened his stance to comply. He slipped on a bit of cake so thrust deeper to regain his equilibrium. “Yeh move…” he batted Karl’s hand off his own cock and took up fisting it. “Want yeh to milk me dry.” He dampened dry lips with a flick of his tongue and went back to worrying the tender bits on Karl’s nape.
A particularly sharp nip of Sean's teeth, combined with the rough hand on his cock sent Karl sailing over the edge. His eyes squeezed shut, hand slipping on the condensation on the tile from where his hot skin had pressed against it. He shot his load, feeling it fire out of his body over and over as his cock twitched in rhythm with the convulsing of his muscles.
“Bloody fuck!” The squeezing on his cock was almost painful. His body stilled deep within the younger man, and then his seed erupted with jerky thrusts. The tangle of his trousers and the mess of cake of the floor made him lose his footing.
Crashing backwards, Sean held onto Karl and pulled him into a chocolaty and come splattered heap.
Karl was barely able to languish in the feeling of Sean's release inside him before he was falling backwards. He scrabbled madly for the counter, only managing to pull out a drawer of silverware that crashed noisily to the floor at the same moment he landed atop Sean. Stunned, his mouth worked uselessly, only short breaths escaping as he tried to form words.
Bum landing hard and Karl’s weight a moment later pushed the air from Sean’s lungs. A snort and movement from just behind brought his head around. His softening shaft gave one last twitch of shock. “V…V…” he pinched at Karl’s abs to get his attention, “Vigs...”
Karl tilted his head back against Sean's shoulder, looking up at Viggo, who stood in the door. A flicker of surprise flashed across his face as he flushed - literally all over. "We were - um - we just wanted...um..." He couldn't form a coherent sentence at all in this state.
“Yeah, erm… were just…” Sean stuttered to a halt, resisting the urge to bury his beet red face in Karl’s neck. He flung an arm at the remains of the cake.
Both men sang out, “Happy Birthday mate!”
FIN