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( 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.
Warnings: Mild NC-17 towards the end, brief het content.
The Horseboys Use the Phone (Paris/Karl) R
Mar. 2nd, 2005 09:17 amKarl: 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. )
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. )
A Small Sacrifice
Jan. 29th, 2005 05:25 pmWalking 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. )
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. )
A Promise Kept, Part 2 (NC-17)
Jan. 20th, 2005 09:03 pmThéodred: 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
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
A Promise Kept (NC-17)
Jan. 20th, 2005 08:41 pmI am nervous of this meeting with Théodred tonight, but I have had my week of peace and I promised I would be there.
A Chance Meeting (Théodred/Éomer)
Dec. 31st, 2004 09:35 pmI 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 . . .
I meet someone I did not expect . . .
