horseboykarl: (karl 1)
After being gone so long, and deciding that I’m going to move somewhere with Sean, I look around my house and see that it need a lot of work. So when I get a free day, I start to work, Sean leaving to get things done at his own house.

Once I get some basic repairs done, there's lots of work in my garden. Things are ready to be picked so I spend some time on that and clearing out the weeds. I stand back, looking at what I've accomplished today and feel a quiver of nerves. About the decision we made, maybe. I call Sean, but he's not answering his phone, so I saddle Smokey and ride along my borders.

The air is nippy compared to the warm breezes of our tropical paradise, and I feel cold, wanting Sean with me, to share his heat.

I leave him a voice mail, "Tahu, I've finished here, and I'm going to throw something on the grill. See you soon, I hope."

I'll get a shower and then fire the grill. )

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horseboykarl: (ceasar lust 2)
Our last night in paradise, and we make a decision that neither of us expected. But it gives me a warm feeling inside.
horseboykarl: (eomer golden hall)
I get our remaining gear out of the boat while Sean is inside, calling for some dinner. We're gonna have guests, to I told him to get enough for several people. He gave me an odd look, but I think he'll see what I mean soon enough.

We spent the day on one of the private motus owned by the resort. It was hardly more than a sandbar with palm trees, barely 3000 square meters. We had snorkeling equipment and the resort sent along plenty of food in a picnic basket that's part of the package for the motu.

So we snorkeled for hours, Sean proving to be a very good teacher and we explored the reef, stunned at the beauty and complexity of the life under the water. We would take breaks, lying in the sun, doing other sorts of exploration. And talking. We talked a lot, about all sorts of things, but the conversation veered around to shifting and the troubles they’ve caused.

I told him everything, finding that there's nothing I can't tell him, no secrets that I need to keep. The painful parts . . . what Paris and I did accidentally, the arrests. The bruises that weren't mine. He told me about Boromir's fighting, seems to be a common thing with this crew from Middle Earth. I told him about Dave and Théodred's first meeting and my own scraps with Théodred. But I didn't leave out the good things that Éomer has done, including taking on the Balrog which left the scar on my arm.

But we decided to avoid any misunderstandings and pull our shifts in now, tonight. Let them know what the situation is, make sure there's no mistakes. I don't think Éomer would shift in without permission, not now, but he's capable of it and I don't want him doing anything to Sean if he does.

So Sean is getting enough food to keep that horseboy content, and we're going to let them have dinner together. Sean walks out to the deck.

"Ready?"

We decided to call Éomer first. )

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horseboykarl: (interview face)
When I wake up, I'm sprawled on the huge bed in our villa. I can see the waters of the lagoon out the window and they are sparkling with the sun that is just starting to hit them. I slept long and deep last night, it's so peaceful here. Sean is lying on my arm and I study his face in the growing light.

He looks serene, rested. I want to give him that, to make being with me like that for him. I sigh, knowing I'm not the easiest person to get along with, but I don't want to be a source of stress for him. We've done all right, so far, being sure we talk to each other. It's hard for me, because I tend to dislike revealing my thoughts and emotions, but he's worth changing my ways for.

We've got a hike up Mt. Otemanu planned for today, and we both brought our boots, anticipating that we wouldn't be swimming the whole time. We'll take the boat around to the east side of Bora, to Anau, where the slopes of the mountain come nearly to the water, and pick up the trail there. )

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horseboykarl: (ceasar lust 2)
After dinner, Sean and I took a ride to the sunset, and he let me have my weirdest fantasy.
horseboykarl: (karl calm)
I watched out the window, eager for my first view of Bora Bora, pointing it out to Sean and hoping to distract him from the size of the plane. Beautiful beaches, dreamy turquoise lagoon, jungle greenery.
All the places where I planned on having his delightful ass.
horseboykarl: (red sweater)
The weather is cooling off . . . mid-April is one of my favorite times of year, yeah, I'm fucking weird, I like winter. But I've got other reasons for liking it now. My green-eyed blonde Brit was born this month. And I've gone completely sappy, fuck. . .

I grin, though, not too upset by the way he's gotten into my life and under my skin. My life's a whole heaps better since the day he showed up on my doorstep. And that's what tonight's about.

The box is on the seat beside me, green cloth decorated with cavorting lovers. This is more of a present for both of us, and I hope he enjoys it. Hell, his other present is for both of us too. And now my grin has gone even wider . . . thinking of the fun we'll have with both his presents.

He decided on a quiet night for his birthday tonight, although I was fucking tempted to call of our mutual friends and throw him a party, there's enough of 'em lurking around Wellie. But this is what he wanted, and I'm highly in favor of giving him whatever he wants.

But I did want to do a few things to make it special, so I ran out to the bakery to get a Pavlova and now I’m on the way back to his house.

I park the truck in his drive, and gather up the Pav, and the green box, and the other thing. )


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horseboykarl: (closed eyes smile)
It’s after midnight and I rake my hands through my hair in frustration. I’m on my own for once, due to Sean and I having appointments in different directions this afternoon. I miss him, my body squirming, aching for his touch, but that’s not the bloody reason for my frustration.

I’m sprawled out on my bed with my laptop, madly hunting around the Net. He’s got a birthday coming up and I don’t have a fucking clue what to get him. I don’t know shit about footie, just enough to follow a game, but just barely. His beloved Blades are on the other side of the world . . . that thought distracts me with a vivid sense-memory of tasting his tattoo, carefully licking the skin to see if it tastes different from the rest of him.

I'm easily distracted . . .  )
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horseboykarl: (karl close)
"Dave, are you fuckng out of your mind? Last time we tried this, I nearly killed you!
horseboykarl: (eomer 2)
Éomer walked Artanis home and met her household and her grown up self.
horseboykarl: (Karl loves NZ)
I pull the truck up into the yard at Dave's house . . . although, from what Paris said, that's not entirely accurate anymore. In any case, I start unloading Smokey Joe, yelling for Paris as I go. He had called, suggested riding down on the beach before it got too cold. I was agreeable, I know he's proud of that horse of his and I became fond of Cavalo myself in the two weeks that he spent in my barn. Éomer did all right by Paris with that.

And Sean agreed to let me out of bed for the day. I smile happily . . . it still amazes me how we can't get enough of each other. I consider telling Paris about him, but we've never talked about informing our friends. Viggo found out more or less by accident . . . I could have pretended that Sean and I were just meeting for some friendly drinks, but my possessiveness wouldn't allow it. Viggo's one thing . . . he tends to mind his own business. Paris and Dave are something else and the shifts are mixed up with them too.

I decide I'll wait till Sean's with me before I spill.

Smokey evidently smells either Cavalo or Laurelea and he tosses his head up as I'm trying to get him down the ramp, giving a welcoming bugle.

"Silly oaf. You'll get your play time." I shove at him and he moves reluctantly.

Paris! )
horseboykarl: (eomer towel)
Éomer: Karl leaves and I am alone in his house, for the first time in many weeks, even by the slow movement of time in Middle Earth. Ire greets me happily and we go outside to find a stick for him to chase and return to me. He will play this game for hours. Smokey Joe is in the barn and I greet him as well. It touches a part of my heart that these animals in this world remember me with fondness and reminds me that the peace I fight for in my world is the peace of their world also.

Théo will be here soon and Karl tells me that Paris has healed. I enjoyed the peaceful day that we spent together though I know that Théo chafed at the inactivity.

The sun is brightly shining, but I lift my face into the wind streaming down from the mountains in the distance. I smell the rain that will be here by mid-afternoon. I decide that today will be a good day to teach Théo a game of my own. I smile at the thought and go to sit on the small floating dock in the pond. I pole it away from the shore, ignoring Ire's frustrated barking now that I have abandoned our game. It is almost winter in the Mark and I lay back on the warm boards, enjoying the summer day.

Théo: Leelu purrs into Karl’s yard and I park her up in front of the house and turn off the engine. I look around as I pull off my helmet and there is no sign of Mer but Ire’s barking gets my attention and I unfasten my jacket as I follow the sound. The tone of his barking changes as he notices me, and he greets me with a wagging tail as I see what he was barking at.

You look so peaceful, lying on the floating platform, soaking up the sun that I almost hate to disturb you. )

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horseboykarl: (fileg happy)
OOC note: takes place immediately after Viggo leaves.

Watching Viggo leave, I decide I'm keeping the fuck out of their private lives, no fucking way am I telling Orli if I think Viggo's cheating on him. That's their problem.

Mine is sitting here beside me, and I pull away my hands, and nervously fiddle with the label on the bottle that Viggo left, wondering how much trouble I'm in. I can't remember ever going alpha like that on anybody. Never found the need to stake my claim so clearly, and I can't decide if Viggo brought it on or you. I've always thought I've been a pretty easy-going lover, not demanding a whole heaps. I was certainly that way with Eric. Never cared that his customers flirted with him, didn't think twice when he drew stares when we were out.

But those old rules are out with you. I feel more with you, somehow, the passion between us is more intense, the trust is deeper, everything is just . . . more.

"I'm in over my head here, Sean." I turn in my seat so I can face you, so we can see each other's eyes. And you can see how much I need you to help me.

I'm not like that, not usually. )
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horseboykarl: (karl close)
Sean and I agreed to meet at the Firkin for drinks and a relaxing game of darts, but instead Sean runs into Viggo and I go little alpha . . .
horseboykarl: (half smile)
We are cautiously feeling our way through this, one thing at a time. It's strange, I want to trust him so much, and I do trust him, and it feels so bloody good to be with someone like that. But we're both trying so hard to do the right thing, and that usually ends us up in bed. I smirk. We decided the next step was to actually get out of bed and go out in public together. A date.

I told him I'd collect him, and I'm doing my best to be on time, but getting dressed for this proved to be more of a fucking ordeal that I'd have guessed. There's no question that I'd be wearing the vest he gave me, but I didn't have anything to go under, and so I had to make an emergency shopping trip this afternoon. And he doesn't bloody know what a fucking deal it is for me to go clothes shopping. I roll my eyes, it's another thing to add the ever-lengthening list of things I don't normally do, but that he gets me doing.

The shirt I found is silk, thin as anything, woven like a T-shirt, short sleeved. It's blue, but as if someone painted watercolors and then left them in the rain. The blue is washed out nearly white in places, others it's still dark. It's so thin that it shows everything under it. My nipple ring is obvious, at least to me. But it looks incredible under the vest, as far as I can tell. I debate the leather pants, but decide they're too much, especially since the place we're going is fairly laid-back. Nothing fancy this time, cause I think I'd have a nervous breakdown if I had to pick out a suit. This is heaps worse than a premiere.

I pull on jeans, wiping my hands on them. Yeah, fuck, I'm nervous. )

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horseboykarl: (eomer wellie)
Éomer came to find respite from a recent battle and wandered to one of the city parks in Wellington, and there he met someone he did not expect
horseboykarl: (karl 1)
We finally get sick of eating frozen steaks, and there's nothing else in the house, so Sean goes back home and I go to the store. After being gone over a month, I've got heaps to restock.

Hi, mate. Your shift is done pretending he's in films?
horseboykarl: (celebration)
That shoot is finally over, and somehow I don't care if that film never sees the light of day. Not that I don't think it's good, but any memories of what we did there are poisoned. But it's behind me now, and the future looks bloody good as I get out of the cab.

There's a beautiful blonde in my bed.

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