The Horseboys Use the Phone (Paris/Karl) R

[horseboykarl]

Karl: I have slept the clock around since I got home yesterday morning. When I wake up, I’m ravenous and I make a pig of myself before I feel better. And I still feel like laying around all day, but first, I've got another promise to keep.

I sort through the pile of papers on my desk, scraps of scribbled notes and receipts and such. My arm twinges, the pain stinging as the bandages pulling against the raw skin. But I ignore it, until I find what I'm looking for . . . a cell phone number that I tossed on the desk in anger months ago.

Paris and I started a tentative friendship, when we thought we were free of our horseboys for good, but now . . . I sigh. I don't know if he's up for the bullshit, but I promised Éomer I would arrange it.

I dial the number. This feels so bloody weird, like I'm setting up a date for my slightly homely daughter or something.

"Paris . . . hey man, how are you?"

Paris: "Hey Karl, I'm fine. You okay?"

Something tells me this isn't simply a social call. The timing is just too perfect considering who I was talking to this morning, and what he asked me to do. But hey, maybe I'm wrong. Only one way to find out.

"So, what's up?"

Karl: I fiddle absently with the paper holding your number. What's up? I'm not going to live long enough to fully answer that one, so I settle for the matter weighing on me the most.

"I've got my horseboy back and I assume you've got yours back, too." I take it from your snort that you have, so I plunge on.

"I had a little talk with Éomer . . . " You snort again and I laugh. "No, not that kind! We actually talked and got a few things straight." I shrug. "We set down a few rules."

Paris: "Yeah, he's back, and we came to ... an understanding too." Sitting down on the bench outside the house, I lean my head back on the wall behind me, watching a couple of fluffy clouds moving slowly across the sky.

"So, I can guess why you're calling. I was gonna ring you later anyway ..." Laughter with a nervous edge bubbles up. "This has to be the weirdest conversation I've ever had!"

Karl: "Yeah, this is definitely strange. But . . . if I'm going to keep my sanity about this, I can't leave it up to them. It has to be agreeable to you and me, it's our lives they're interfering with."

I mentally bless whoever invented cordless phones as I start pacing. "And, um, well . . . blondie is pretty anxious to see his cousin again." I snicker nervously. "Got any open dates on your calendar?"

I push down the hysterical giggle that is threatening. This is surreal. I'm making arrangements for a fictional character to take over my body so he can spend time with his lover, who will be taking over your body.

Paris: "Well, from what Théo said, the feeling's mutual." With another snort of laughter, I sit up and rest my elbows on my knees. "Hmmm let me just check my busy social calendar ... " Said with snigger as I still can't quite believe we're doing this. "This weekend? Friday or Saturday, your call. And how do you want to do this? My place, your place, or someplace else. I'm guessing that you're not real keen to talk to him right now ..."

Have to say, I'm more than a little curious as to what it would be like to meet Éomer in the flesh, but I don't think this would be the best time, given the urgency in Théo's voice when we spoke.

Karl: I think quickly, weighing my options. "Let's do Friday, that'll leave us Saturday night to have our own fun. Twenty-four hours, that's all they get. And my place is a little more remote than yours, and I've got no neighbors to be curious about them." And I'll have Sunday clear with Eric . . .

You agree. I grip the phone tighter. Here's were I have to show my good faith . . . and also where I have to take the risking of trusting him. But fuck it, if I can't trust him, then this is out of my control again, and I don't want that. I just hope you understand. "Paris, one more thing. Éomer and I . . . well, we're both taking a leap of faith here. If they could talk to each other . . . maybe it would help him and me to trust each other. Will you do it?"

Paris: "Okay, Friday at your place it is. I'll talk to Dave, and that'll give us the rest of the weekend to ourselves." That was the easy part, but what about the logistics of who shifts when, and who gets to ride Leelu out there? Actually, that IS the easy part. "I'm not working on Friday, so how about I ride out to your place around noon, then he can shift in? You're gonna be gone when he gets there, I take it?"

I know you’ve had a hard time dealing with Éomer, so if this can help, I’ve got no objections, just hope I can trust Théo not to go charging off to find him. "You want me to ask Théo to talk to Éomer now, on the phone? No problem. I can’t see him refusing!!”

Karl: "Yeah, after last time, I'd rather not see your shift again for a while, so Éomer will be there. Hold on, while I call him, I'll make sure he understands that he's to talk only, not take off to find Théodred."

I close my eyes, picturing him. He answers after a moment. Éomer . . . I talked to Paris, it is arranged, but not for a few days. He nods his understanding. But . . . you can talk to him . . . on the phone. I look at him sternly. Talk only! Do not go anywhere, you'll get your chance later. He grins at me and I sigh, I just have to trust him.

I explain to him how the phone works and then I fade out.

Éomer: "Théo?"

Paris: "Okay, I'll see if I can find him." Théo? At first I think that for once, he isn't gonna be there, but then I hear his answering greeting.

Paris. This is sooner than I expected. Is everything alright?

Yeah, fine. I've been ... am talking to Karl, on the phone. He wants you to speak to Éomer, then I need you promise me to shift back in, without seeing him.

*sigh* I will promise, if that is what you need, but how can I talk to him, if I cannot see him?

As I tell him how this is gonna work, I realise you've probably had to explain the concept of phones to your horseboy too. Then I let myself fall back, trusting him to keep his promise.

Theodred: "Mer. It is good to hear your voice." Relief courses through me at the sound of your rich and familiar tones. Getting up, I walk as I speak, knowing this must be the house Paris has worked on these past months. Silence from inside tells me there is no-one else around today, and I spy Leelu parked close to the side wall. "I had thought that I may never see you again ... I have missed you, my stallion."


Éomer: This device is truly strange and I hear your words and it sounds like you, but you seem far away. But I sigh happily, realizing that Karl does intend to deal with me honorably.

"Théo! I have missed you too! I have been . . . out of sorts since I have not been able to see you. My Riders have resorted to throwing me in the river a few times."

Your voice has its usual effect on me and I curse under my breath as Karl's pants grow uncomfortable. I put my hand on the bulge, trying to relieve the pressure.

"We are to see each other in a few days . . . " And I growl into the device, "I need you."

Théodred: I chuckle at the thought of you being dumped in the water to cool off. "Finally, I am to ride back to Helm's Deep in the morning. My father's diplomatic meetings have almost been enough to drive me mad, and I have craved your touch, your company since we last met."

My hand runs down the sleek metal of the bike, wishing it was your skin beneath my fingers, and the warm feeling that began to fill me when I heard your voice again takes form, a hot stab of desire lancing low in my belly at your growl. I let out a groan of frustration. "I need you too, Mer."

I can imagine your eyes darkening with lust, and close mine, tormenting myself by letting my fingers brush the nipple ring through this thin shirt, making believe they're yours. "Need to see you ... need your skin against mine ...." I let out a long breath. "Two days ... it feels like a lifetime."

Éomer: The want in your voice further increases my discomfort and I fumble with the clasps to Karl's breeches, trying to hold onto the device and at the same time trying not to jostle my burned arm. Finally, I am free and I wrap my hand around my hardness. My voice is husky with my own unsatisfied desires. "Théo . . . I think you could bring me off with just your voice. It does things to me . . . it is like you touch me with it." I moan a little at the contact of my hand.

Théodred: My brow furrows at the rustling sound coming from this phone, but my frown turns swiftly to an evil grin when you moan and I realise exactly what you were doing, and where your hand is. "Mer ..." I purr down the phone. "If I were with you now, I would sink to my knees before you, and run my wet tongue up the hard flesh in your hand from root to tip ..."

I answer your resulting groan with one of my own, but leave my own erection untouched, letting it throb in the confines of Paris' tight jeans. Fleetingly, I consider ordering you to wait until we see each other again, to deny you the release you crave ... but my own need to hear you come after so much time apart, even if I cannot touch you, overwhelms me. "I would slip the head of your cock between my lips, suckle on it ... can you feel my tongue rasping over the slit, tasting you ...?"

Éomer: Your voice wraps around me the same way my hand does. "Yes, I feel you . . ." And I close my eyes, losing myself in the sound of you murmuring lusty words in my ear. I whimper, wanting your touch, wanting you to be doing the things you are describing to me and my hand moves faster, gathering liquid already leaking out, smearing it around. "I am yours, please. . . . I want you." Then I cannot speak anymore, just moan my pleasure and I tighten my grip as I cry out your name. "Théo!" And my release spills over my hand, my body quivers, trembling in response to your words.

Théodred: As I continue to talk, in my mind's eye I can see your hand moving over the familiar contours of your hardness, taste the salt of your skin, feel your mouth bruising mine ...

The sound of my name on your lips as you come is almost enough to bring me off on it's own, but I bite my lip, and with a ragged breath regain control. Two days. It is a rare thing for me to abstain from pleasure, but doing so will make it all the sweeter when I finally see you again.

"I will be with you soon, my love. A few days, that is all." Soothing words that barely conceal my own rampant need as your breathing evens out, and I marvel at these phones that can bring us together over distance. "Can I assume by the fact we are being allowed to talk to each other that you have reached an agreement with Karl?"

Éomer: After I regain my breath, I walk to Karl's kitchen searching for a towel to clean myself off. "Yes, we have discussed our differences. He was angry about the piercing and I must admit that I never considered his wishes when I did it." I smile, and let my voice grow teasing. "But he kept the ring in . . ." I smirk at the small sound you make.

"He will not interfere with us, but I must ask him before I shift, and he will try to arrange it with Paris."

I grip the device tighter. It has brought you close to me and I do not want to let you go, but I know that I must if this fragile trust that Karl and I have started is to continue.

"I should go, I have to prove to him that I will respect him and his requests. In two days we will be together again." I lower my voice again. "And this . . . was not nearly enough. I want all of you."


Théodred: I am glad you talked to Karl, and even more pleased that the ring remains but with a heavy sigh, I admit that I too must go. "I promised Paris I would not stay long." The low growl of your voice sends shivers down my spine. "You will have all of me, Mer, and I will have all of you ... Stay safe, and I will see you soon."

Reaching back with my mind, I feel Paris ready to slip back in, and then I'm gone.

Paris: Such an easy transition, shifting back in ... with a gasp into a body that feels like it's been teased and tormented to the edge for hours without coming. Fucking hell!! I check my watch. I've been gone ten, maybe fifteen minutes tops. This is so fucking weird, but my mind is fast catching up with my body, and already wondering if Dave will be back at the warehouse yet ... maybe I should head home, nothing to do here anyway ...

Then I remember the phone. "Er ... Karl, you there mate?"

Karl: I come back to myself with my dick hanging out and a towel in my hand covered with . . . gross.

Then I realize you are still on the line. "Phone sex! They had fucking phone sex! Unbelievable. Can't they ever give it a bloody rest?"

I quickly toss the towel in the washer. Last thing I want to be touching is Éomer's come. Or is it his? Maybe it's mine. I suppress a slightly insane laugh at the thought of asking Hugo to explain whose juice is whose in the world of shifts.

I don't know if you're in the same position I am, but . . . "Listen, Paris, blondie left a mess and I need to get cleaned up. So . . . Friday?"

Paris: "Phone sex??" I let out a snort of laughter, trying not to visualize what you shifted back in to find. I'm not gonna think about why Theo didn't ... the state I'm in, not sure if I'm glad or not.

"Yeah ... Friday, noon, that's fine. See ya mate." I can probably be forgiven for being a little distracted right now, and as soon as I ring off, I punch the one on speed dial, rolling my eyes when I have to leave a message as I walk over to lock the house up before heading back to Leelu.

"Hey babe, you home yet? I’m on my way back … should be there in twenty minutes … see you soon?” And then I’m on my way.