CP NC17 (original) (raw)

TITLE: BELOVED UNATTAINABLE 6/100
Author: Rufferto rufferto@twcny.rr.com
Rating: nc17
Pairing: Craig Parker/Karl Urban
Summary: Karl watches, Karl needs, but will he ever get what he wants?
Feedback:Yes .D
disclaimer: I do not own them.This did not happen, This is all fictional. I am not making any money.

6/100

Craig panted breathlessly when Karl finally released his lips. Blue eye met hazel ones as he searched for a reason. Karl rolled a finger against the side of his neck and they both didn't know what to say.

"Why didn't you say something?" Craig finally broke the silence as he shifted and curled against Karl's body.

Karl made a noncommittal sound at first, then he sighed, "I don't know Craig, you were always involved some way or the other. I thought I would just get in the way." his fingers stilled the process and splayed out
down the other man's neck to rest on his shoulder.

"Get in the way?" Craig laughed, and looked up to smile at the worried man who held him. "I thought you weren't interested! God, if he had known he would not be in the mess he was currently in with Mark. "Karl, I've been dreaming about your lips forever."

Karl smiled faintly, his arms wrapping around the smaller man. He dared to lean forward and bestow a few gentle kisses on Craig's chin, then down his neck. "Why dream if you can have the real thing?"

Craig's heart raced, god he couldn't believe it. Was this alcohol talking or reality. His mind did several leaps, and his body jolted when Karl's free hand found his crotch. His brain went to Mark, poor miserable
Mark who was stuck in a marriage from hell and expected Craig to be at his beck and call.

But Karl's hands were driving him crazy. "Karl, if you want me, you can have me."

Karl's fingers stilled and he sighed, "What about Mark?"

Craig looked away, "Um, nothing that we have to worry about." he swallowed. "its not working anyway, i never was all that comfortable with it."

"But you're still seeing him." Karl flipped open the button of Craig's jeans and unzipped them.

Craig lifted his hips unconsciously, "Not really. More like I wait for him, and its never certain that he'll have time for me."

That sounded awfully familiar, Karl's expression darkened. That Mark was now doing it to Craig made his blood boil. He slipped his hand under his friend's boxers and found what he sought eliciting a moan from Craig that was sweet music to his ears. "I won't make you wait for me, Craig." Karl promised softly, his hand cupping the needy cock and stroking it swiftly.

TBC