Cream

Cream

Posted: December 1, 2006
Title: Cream
Author: Sileya and Willowwing
Fandom: Real Person Fiction
Genre: RPS
Characters: Karl/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We don't know them, and we don't claim to. We just like their faces and names.
Beta: Sileya
Author's Notes: 18. Strained – Viggo/Karl. Another POV from Milkshake (39. Suckle)

Summary: Karl arrives to find Viggo hot and bothered.

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Viggo sat across the table from their bouncy elf. Orlando was currently enjoying a milkshake in a way that should be outlawed. The way the boy's pouting lips looked sealed around the tip of the straw, cheeks hollowed, eyes closed in intense bliss. Viggo shivered and wished that Karl would arrive soon.

Hurrying through the door, Karl looked around the busy restaurant for his friends, almost immediately seeing the Hobbits bouncing around in a large booth in the very back, one turned mostly away from the room. Loping across the room, he stopped at the table, grinning as he saw Viggo sandwiched between Orlando and Miranda, but the elf appeared to be switching places and groping the others as he climbed past them, finally settling next to Sean. Viggo was just trying not to be stepped on as everyone was moving, - leaving Karl the perfect spot. He slid into the booth, grinning at the loud welcome.

The ranger managed to keep his hands to himself until his lover was actually seated next to him. Turning to give him a welcoming kiss, he ran his hand up the long, lean thigh stretched out under the table. Lips pressed close to Karl's ear, he rasped, "God, I need you to touch me, right fuckin' now."

Karl chuckled, scooting closer and sliding his closest arm about Viggo's waist, his other hand moving to rest on the ridge in his jeans. "Had Hobbits crawling all over you, heating you up, luv?" he drawled.

"Worse. The elf ordered a fuckin' milkshake." It would have been a better idea to leave - grab Karl and head to the closest house so they could be alone, but the erection that strained against the zipper of Viggo's jeans was screaming for relief. A low moan escaped as the heel of Karl's hand pressed hard on him.

Grinning, Karl leaned closer, turning his back to the front of the booth, blocking Viggo's body with his own. His touch grew more familiar as he started stroking Viggo's bulge. "He's got you all hot and bothered...should I be jealous?" Karl teased, leaning to run his tongue along the curl of his lover's ear.

"I'm not begging him to touch me, am I?" Viggo shifted, kicking someone under the table as he tried to slide his leg between Karl's so their bodies could touch.

Shifting his left leg over Viggo's left thigh, his right shoulder braced against the booth, Karl just ignored the rest of the table and leaned to suck on his lover's earlobe. "That's some pretty begging, then," he rasped, the heel of his hand digging in more.

A massive shudder shook Viggo's body and he bit into Karl's shoulder to muffle his cry. "Open 'em. Need your hand on me. Please..." His hand reached around grasping Karl's ass and pulling him closer.

Hunger flaring and caring less about being out in public, Karl unsnapped Viggo's jeans and pulled the zipper down over the straining erection - his lover wasn't even wearing underwear, and Karl purred as he closed his hand around the hot flesh.

"Fuck yes!" Viggo moaned. His leg came into contact with someone under the table again. Glancing down at the distracting blockage, he saw the back of Orlando's mohawked head bobbing in Sean's lap. With a swallowed cry, he came all over Karl's hand. "Holy shit," he cursed, his body curling into the strength of his lover. "Out of here. Now. Or I'm going to throw you down on this table and fuck you so hard you'll shoot more cream than Elijah has on his sundae."

Karl leaned forward and captured Viggo's mouth in a hot, messy kiss as he hurriedly tucked Viggo back into his jeans, wiping his hand on his own pants before he pulled back, gasping for breath. Lurching out of the booth, his pants decidedly tight, he grabbed Viggo's hand and pulled him out of the booth and straight back to the men's - totally ignoring the raucous laughter of knowing Hobbits.

They didn't see Sean and Orlando leave right after them, stopping at the counter for another milkshake.

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THE END

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