horseboykarl | Entries tagged with théo

It was early today when you arrived, and with no plans made, we were free to fall into bed and spend a couple of hours making up for the time we have been apart. Happy, and for the moment sated, we curled up on the bed, tangling together, touching, kissing, dozing, until the angle of the sun streaming in through the window and the grumbling of your stomach remind me that it is almost midday.

I grin at the loud rumbling sound that disturbed my rest. Propping myself up on one elbow, I let my fingers roam through the fur on your chest, my eyes finding yours as you purr and stretch under my touch. Your hand reaches out to stroke my hair, and I lean into it, closing my eyes and rubbing my head against your palm as a cat would. When I open my eyes again, I catch sight of your … Karl’s old breeches, hanging by one leg over the back of the couch where they were thrown earlier in our haste to remove your clothing, and my mind starts to work.

I lower my mouth to your chest, kissing my way slowly up it as I think. Paris is quite happy to answer my questions about this world, and went into detail on how trade and commerce work here. How merchants no longer travel from town to town selling their wares, rather have fixed places of business, “shops”. I quizzed him on where he had his clothes made, and he laughed, and told me that clothes were very rarely made for a person unless they were incredibly rich, in which case they were made by expensive “designers” who I gather are not unlike seamstresses. In this world, clothes are usually bought in these shops, which I now realise we have passed many times on our travels.

I slide my lips over your collar bone. “I think we should take the money we won playing darts and find you some riding leathers, breeches and a jacket. You are too big for Karl’s clothes and as we are able to spend time here regularly now, I think it is only fitting that the Third Marshall be properly attired.” Biting down gently, I suck on your salty skin before teasing.

( “And I want to see you in leather.” )
NC-17 for light bondage and leather kink

Current Mood: tired
Current Music: Reptilian - Chains of Love

Can I bring you off with just my voice?

NC-17

Éomer:We spend the day relaxing, playing in the water, making love, enjoying the extra time we have been granted. Our bodies are salt-crusted and tired when we finally pack away our bedrolls and food, and reload the bikes. The journey back to Wellington is pleasant under the slowly fading sun. It is full dark when we enter the warehouse.

We linger, kissing and touching, reluctant as ever to part. But finally, I sit by myself on the couch and call Karl. Although I know it is for the best if you and Karl can come to some sort of understanding, I almost hope that he will refuse so that I can see you for a few more moments. But I close my eyes and reach out for him.

( Karl . . . )

Current Mood: okay
Current Music: Smash Mouth - Why Can't We Be Friends

I head off to the warehouse, excited, because Théo has something special planned today.

( I ride Karl's bike towards the warehouse, anticipation squirming up and down my spine. )

Warnings: Mild NC-17 towards the end, brief het content.

Current Mood: energetic
Current Music: Bruce Springsteen - Born to Run

I cannot wait to get my hands on you.

Current Mood: horny

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. )

Current Mood: aggravated

When I come back to myself and find I have extra jewelry on my chest, I realize it's time to stop depending on other people to fix my problems. I'll deal with Éomer, someday I'll make peace with him.

Current Mood: determined

After the piercing, Théo and I dragged Faramir back to the warehouse for some lighthearted fun . . . or so I thought.

Walking into this club the music is almost deafening and the pulsing beat catches in my chest, but it is not an unpleasant experience. Mer leads me down the stairs, deeper into the belly of the place, and we pause halfway down to scan the room, but there are so many pockets of darkness in this place our quarry could be anywhere. He touches my hand, and we head off towards the bar, both of us alert as we walk lest our prey slip past us.

Tonight we hunt.

When the time came for Karl to let Mer free again, I rode Paris’ bike out to Karl’s steading, smiling to see him waiting for me on the porch with a bottle of ale. I took his hand and led him up to the bedroom, once again giving him my reassurances that he would wake in his own home, with me and not Paris before him. I neglected to tell him that we would be heading back to the warehouse to find me suitable attire to wear to the club the Playboys were playing at almost as soon as he left.

Almost. Mer’s hands were on me as soon as he shifted, and I was thrown face down on the bed as he took me hard and fast, his mouth on my neck, his hand roughly bringing me to completion. After, as we lay wrapped up in each other, I told him my plan. He dug through Karl’s drawers and cupboards to find suitable clothes, stuffed them into a bag, and I took us back into town, where we went through Paris’ clothes to find me something to wear. The soft tight leather breeches I approved of, but I was not sure about the black shirt made of net that Mer gleefully found, although it did show off the nipple ring. Which set my mind working …

Getting into our new clothes provided more distractions, and so to save time, I dragged him into Paris’ “shower”, the hot water pounding down on our skin adding to the sensations as I pushed into him, coming as I kissed him, water running over our faces.

Finally we were ready to leave, although the sight of him in tight breeches and that black silk shirt, his hair free around his shoulders almost had me dragging him back to bed, but I knew there would be time for that later. Now, we had someone to find.

( Faramir. )

Current Mood: predatory
Current Music: Nine Inch Nails - The Mark Has Been Made

Takes place directly after A Promise Kept, Part 2.

Karl: I wake up to sunlight slanting across the end of my bed, and I stretch lazily, feeling my muscles flexing. But I realize that I’m naked and terror freezes my heart. I don’t move, afraid of what I’ll find, but I open my eyes and turn my head to the side. I’m in my own bed, and I’m alone. Relief floods me and I think how warped is my life that I’m happy to wake up alone. But I feel amazingly contented and relaxed, almost like I could purr. I can’t remember waking up feeling this good, in well . . . forever. I roll over to my side, smiling, to look out the window at my forest, but I’m startled to see someone partially blocking the light.

My heart is pounding again, until he moves. “Théodred?” Oh, god, please don’t be Paris.

He comes out of the patch of sunlight and I can see him better. I think I have seen him enough to know the difference now. He doesn’t move like Paris, he moves with the easy grace of someone used to being on horseback, and his face is older somehow, or maybe it’s just the look in his eyes.

( You kept the bargain, I think happily. )

PG-13

Théodred: There's a bowl of fruit on the table in the centre of the kitchen and we both grab an apple to munch on. I can see you hesitate, and kiss your bare shoulder as I go to investigate. It is not too different from Paris' kitchen, or the one I once watched Dave cook in through Paris' eyes. A quick search, and we have bread and good salty butter on the table, as well as the fruit.

Opening the fridge, I am pleased to find cold bottles of ale, and what turns out to be cheese, and add them to our haul as you find knives and open the bottles. There is also a slab of raw meat on a plate and more rummaging reveals some of the brown skinned globes I have seen Dave cut up and cook with his meat. For some reason, Paris prefers not to eat meat, but I'm sure one meal won't hurt this body.

I put the globes down on the table, remembering how Dave prepared them. "Take off the brown skin, and cut them into small pieces. Oh, and be careful, they will make you cry!" You look at me with disbelief, and I laugh to myself as I grab the meat, and hope that Karl's cooking stove is similar to Paris' or Dave's.

Éomer: I'm relieved to see that you seem to know what you are doing in this strange kitchen. I can escape from Karl's hold so infrequently that food is usually the last thing I am thinking about. This time that you have obtained for us to have together is rewarding in more ways than I dreamed. I am so glad to be here without having to fight Karl to get through, glad to have a time of peace away from my responsibilities. Glad that I can be with you in this place of safety.

I walk over to where you are dealing with the meat and wrap my arms around you, resting my cheek on your smooth back. "Thank you," I whisper and place a kiss at the top of your spine.

Then I turn away to deal with my enemy, the vegetable that will make me cry. But I am armed, I think as I pick up the knife. They will not get the better of me. The brown layer comes off easily and I slice into the white meat below.

The scent of this root suddenly envelopes me and my eyes are burning, painful and welling with tears. I drop the knife and pull my towel off, scrubbing at my eyes. "By the Valar, Théo, are you trying to kill me? Surely we are not meant to eat these things!"

( You laugh as I glare at you accusingly. )

NC-17

I am nervous of this meeting with Théodred tonight, but I have had my week of peace and I promised I would be there.

Current Mood: nervous

I have shifted in, worried about the injuries to Karl, and wanting to protect him. But I am too restless to stay near his house and I go to find a tavern in Wellington.

I meet someone I did not expect . . .