Ficlet: Disheveled (1/1)
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salixbabylonTitle/Prompt: "Disheveled" from the 28-fics-meme (30 actually)
Pairing: Karl/Eric for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mercyisme
Author:salixbabylon
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 430
Disclaimer: Complete fiction. I am implying nothing about the real sexual preferences of the actors herein. Absolutely no disrespect is meant to them.
Karl and Eric edged around the walls of the crowded room, ignoring the other party-goers as they tried to make their way to the kitchen unobserved. Avoiding eye contact, they seemed to be successful and let out a shared sigh of relief when the door closed behind them.
Unfortunately, the kitchen already had an occupant, as Orlando played the dutiful host and was getting more ice.
"What the bloody fuck happened to you two?" he gasped, setting down the ice bucket.
Eric and Karl looked at each other like overgrown schoolboys caught in a bit of mischief.
Orlando's eyes narrowed. "Eric, is that blood on your lip? And Karl, why are you holding your wrist like that?"
The two men both looked at the floor guiltily.
"Well, um..." Eric hedged.
"Were you fighting?" Orlando asked, aghast. Their clothes were rumpled, Karl's shirt looked to be missing a few buttons, and one of Eric's shoes was untied.
Totally puzzled, Orlando continued, "But I thought you liked each other. I mean, Eric said..." he trailed off, giving Eric a searching look. "I thought you implied that you fancied him?"
Eric's eyes got big with embarrassment and he fixed his gaze black on the floor.
Karl grinned. "Is that true? You fancy me?" he teased.
"Sod off Karl," Orlando growled, before Eric could respond by more than a twitching of his mouth. "You may be a good mate, but that's my big brother you're fucking about with."
Eric rolled his eyes, although both Karl and Orlando could tell he was touched. "Shut up, brat. I do fancy him. And luckily enough, Karl's got the good taste to fancy the pants off of me."
"But then...?" Orlando gave them another confused look, which only grew as Eric's face reddened. "What happened to you?"
Karl snickered. "We were snogging in the hallway when someone started to come in. This big lug pulls me into a room and starts walking us back, presumably to a bed or something. Instead, we hit a low table and both go down, mid-snog. I banged my wrist into the table and Eric split his lip on my teeth."
The shocked expression on Orlando's face was priceless. He thrust the bucket of ice at Eric, blinking, and left the kitchen without a word.
"I have some better ideas for that ice, actually," Karl grinned. "Let's go get a lot more disheveled. Just be careful of the furniture this time, yeah?"
Growling with lust, Eric pursued him out the door, past their still-stunned host, and back to the scene of the crime.
~end~
Pairing: Karl/Eric for
mercyismeAuthor:
salixbabylonRating: PG-13
Word Count: 430
Disclaimer: Complete fiction. I am implying nothing about the real sexual preferences of the actors herein. Absolutely no disrespect is meant to them.
Karl and Eric edged around the walls of the crowded room, ignoring the other party-goers as they tried to make their way to the kitchen unobserved. Avoiding eye contact, they seemed to be successful and let out a shared sigh of relief when the door closed behind them.
Unfortunately, the kitchen already had an occupant, as Orlando played the dutiful host and was getting more ice.
"What the bloody fuck happened to you two?" he gasped, setting down the ice bucket.
Eric and Karl looked at each other like overgrown schoolboys caught in a bit of mischief.
Orlando's eyes narrowed. "Eric, is that blood on your lip? And Karl, why are you holding your wrist like that?"
The two men both looked at the floor guiltily.
"Well, um..." Eric hedged.
"Were you fighting?" Orlando asked, aghast. Their clothes were rumpled, Karl's shirt looked to be missing a few buttons, and one of Eric's shoes was untied.
Totally puzzled, Orlando continued, "But I thought you liked each other. I mean, Eric said..." he trailed off, giving Eric a searching look. "I thought you implied that you fancied him?"
Eric's eyes got big with embarrassment and he fixed his gaze black on the floor.
Karl grinned. "Is that true? You fancy me?" he teased.
"Sod off Karl," Orlando growled, before Eric could respond by more than a twitching of his mouth. "You may be a good mate, but that's my big brother you're fucking about with."
Eric rolled his eyes, although both Karl and Orlando could tell he was touched. "Shut up, brat. I do fancy him. And luckily enough, Karl's got the good taste to fancy the pants off of me."
"But then...?" Orlando gave them another confused look, which only grew as Eric's face reddened. "What happened to you?"
Karl snickered. "We were snogging in the hallway when someone started to come in. This big lug pulls me into a room and starts walking us back, presumably to a bed or something. Instead, we hit a low table and both go down, mid-snog. I banged my wrist into the table and Eric split his lip on my teeth."
The shocked expression on Orlando's face was priceless. He thrust the bucket of ice at Eric, blinking, and left the kitchen without a word.
"I have some better ideas for that ice, actually," Karl grinned. "Let's go get a lot more disheveled. Just be careful of the furniture this time, yeah?"
Growling with lust, Eric pursued him out the door, past their still-stunned host, and back to the scene of the crime.
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