fic, LotS, Instincts, Parker/Horner, NC-17
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koori_nekoTitle: Instincts
Author: me
Rating: NC-17
Chapters: 2/??
Pairing: Craig Parker/Craig Horner
Warning: D/s, bondage
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker.
Disclaimer: Well, this is a figment of my imagination. There you have it.
Note: I'm not too fond of Craig Horner, but I'd be dead before pairing Parker with, for example, Bruce Spence. And I don't write het, especially not when the main character is gay irl.
Part 1.
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To say that Craig Horner was nervous as they reached the Fijian's house would have been an understatement of epic proportions. He was shaking like he'd never done before, all kinds of unpleasant scenarios rushing through his head at a frightening speed.
His rational thinking kept repeating that he could trust Parker, that the older man never would hurt him, but his nerves just wouldn't listen. So when the door opened to show a dark hallway leading up to a panorama window he had to bite his tongue to make himself step inside the house.
He would always remember the way he inhaled sharply and jumped when Parker turned on the lights and closed the door behind them.
"Drink?"
Horner just nodded.
Parker stared at the Aussie and quickly made up his mind. The guy needed to be dropped fast if this was going to work. Even though he had offered his guest a drink, he quickly reconsidered and waited just long enough for the younger man to turn his back on him before grabbing him from behind, one hand around a taught neck.
"Don't fight me" he growled as he felt shoulders tense up and a hand over his own. "I won't do anything to hurt you. Just trust me."
Craig nearly jumped out of his skin when a hand closed over his throat and the voice whispering, growling in his ear made cold shivers race over his back. That same warm-hot-freezing feeling he'd had while suspended started creeping up over his arms, and the hand over the one at his throat tensed a fraction before letting go.
Taking two deep breaths, the Aussie let himself relax into the grip and closed his eyes. He had trusted the crew on set to lock him against a wooden cross, why should he not trust Parker now?
Feeling the body pressed against his chest relax, Parker smiled and loosened his grip enough so he could turn Horner around. Tilting the younger man's head, he crushed those inviting lips gainst his own, claiming them, tongue thrusting into Craig's mouth. Swiftly he pressed the taught body of the young man up against the nearest wall, his knee pressed up between the other man's thighs.
Craig felt the air rush out of his lungs as his back made contact with the wall. Scrambling for leverage, he felt his mouth get ravashed by soft yet demanding kisses, effectively breaking down all thoughts. He felt himself giving in to the rough handling, a coil of lust and something he couldn't identify spinning together in his chest. A small whimper broke its way out of his throat as he turned his head to expose more of his neck to Parker's gaze. Then the heat of the older man's body disappeared and he felt suddenly lost and cold.
Panting slightly, Parker took in the vision of the younger man leaning against the wall, the tousled hair not quite obscuring those captivating eyes, back bent the tiniest bit, just so dark eyes could look at him through insanely long lashes. With a quiet growl, Parker once again stepped into the younger man's space, though this time the only contact was his hand gently caressing a stubbled cheek, fingers slowly trailing down over a cheek bone, down to the slightly parted lips, down over an Adam's apple rising and fall with rapid breathing.
As his hand tangled in the brown locks, tilting the head back, he pressed forward to whisper in Craig's ear.
"I saw you on the cross. Your eyes looked so lonely and lost. And again when you were on your knees in that dungeon." He grinned at the low moan slipping through parted lips. "I dreamed, fantasized, about you on your knees like that, hands bound behind your back."
He could feel breath hitching in Horner's chest, the pulse speed up under his lips as he kissed the exposed pulsepoint.
On one hand, the Aussie felt stupid and like a horny teenager in reaction to how responsive he was to Parker's touch, on the other he couldn't really bring himself to care. Hard muscle trapping him made him moan, those lips and the voice making his world shrink into a haze he welcomed readily. And when Parker once again stepped away from him, he didn't fight the way his knees gave out and he slid down the wall to kneel, shivering at how naked he felt even while fully dressed. It took a lot of will power to not look up when he heard the older man gasp above him, and a surge of pride made him smile. The haze turned slowly into crystal sharp clarity and nothing mattered anymore. He effectively silenced the tiny part of his brain that told him this was insane, and focused on the calm that surrounded him instead. All his upbringing and what he thought he knew about the norm of relationships screamed at him to get up and get out, but the burning in his chest easily won out and a warmth across his shoulders held him in place.
Parker's baggy jeans didn't feel that baggy anymore, and he shifted a little to try and ease the discomfort. Lust and an almost forgotten craving slapped his nerves like a whip and he quickly got rid of his shirt, forgetting it in a corner of the hallway.
"Get up and get naked. Then face the wall." he growled before making his way swiftly to his bedroom, fetching lube and a condom. As an afterthought, he roumaged through the drawer at the bottom of his closet, fishing out a pair of leather cuffs he'd almost forgotten he owned.
When he came back to the hallway, he grinned at the naked form leaning against the wall, proud cock resting almost against the sculpted stomach. A quick recalculating, once again, and Parker growled
"Come here. On your knees, lean over the table, hands behind your back."
As he watched the younger man do as he was told, Craig kicked off his pants and underwear and dropped the supplies on the floor next to the kneeling figure.
Horner had a hard time rememebering a time when he had ever been so aroused by a mere voice, but as it were he was almost begging for release and Parker had hardly touched him. Heat was running through him like an electric current and when those hands started caressing his back he nearly sobbed. It wasn't his ultimate fantasy, but it was close. The surface of the table was cool against his heated skin, and he gladly rested his cheek against the comforting wood. Sandalwood oil and pine seeped into his head, washing over his crystal clear senses.
Craig heard movement behind him, and he started a little when Parker's callosed hands trailed down his arms, to his wrists. He relaxed more and groaned when he felt something soft close around his wrists, and an experimental tugg confirmed that he wasn't going anywhere soon. Breathing became even harder, yet somehow he felt completely safe. Closing his eyes, Craig let the semi-gray light behind his eyelids form into his entire world, the caressing touch of the older man grounding him to their shared reality.
The older actor heard the tiny sigh and felt the body under him relax, a whine of triumph making it's way through his chest. Not feeling like he could wait, he reached for the tiny bottle on the floor and slicked two fingers after rubbing the slick warmer in his hands. He felt rather than heard the moan as he gently breached the younger man, quickly looking for that tiny spot.
Stars exploded in Horner's head as he was filled, and yet it wasn't enough. The chafing of the rug against his knees, the cold of the table against his cheek, the tiny sounds and the scent of sex and sandalwood and Parker's faint aftershave whirled into one, slowly binding with the pleasurepain of being filled. It was slightly uncomfortable, but whatever Parker was doing rendered the discomfort unimportant.
And then, as soon as the younger man started pushing back, it was gone, and he whined at the loss.
Parker quickly rolled on the condom and poured slick over the plastic surface. Grabbing hold of the base to stave off his climax, he bit his lower lip hard and gently sunk into the younger man kneeling in front of him. Both men groaned, the Aussie breaking off a small whimper of pain at being breached like that for the first time. Setting the pace to deap and steady, Parker felt pleasure spiraling through and around his senses and a need to crush Craig to him took over. With a low growl he slung his arm around the younger man's chest and raised up the fit body, changing their angle. It was a struggle to keep the pace, but the tightness of the other made it worth it.
Horner cried out when the angle changed and in a blur of whitehot pleasure he cried out his completion without even having his member touched. The possesive arm slung around him, his helpless state and the unforgiving feeling of leather agains sensitive skin became too much and the world whited out for a second time just as the length inside him stilled and the older man groaned out his release.
When Horner came around again he was laying on his back on the floor, hands free and ass sore.
He looked at the older man laying on his side facing the Aussie and smiled shyly.
"Hi."
"Hi back."
The younger man huffed a laugh before frowning.
"I still..I mean...I hope..you..."
Parker just put a hand over Craig's mouth and grinned.
"It was fun, and I hope we can do it again, but I sure don't expect anything."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"We can do it again?"
Parker just rolled his eyes and kissed the pouty lips, before running his hands down over the exposed planes of skin and muscled.
"Yes, but I say when, how, and where."
It wasn't a question and Craig just groaned.
Author: me
Rating: NC-17
Chapters: 2/??
Pairing: Craig Parker/Craig Horner
Warning: D/s, bondage
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker.
Disclaimer: Well, this is a figment of my imagination. There you have it.
Note: I'm not too fond of Craig Horner, but I'd be dead before pairing Parker with, for example, Bruce Spence. And I don't write het, especially not when the main character is gay irl.
Part 1.
------------------------
To say that Craig Horner was nervous as they reached the Fijian's house would have been an understatement of epic proportions. He was shaking like he'd never done before, all kinds of unpleasant scenarios rushing through his head at a frightening speed.
His rational thinking kept repeating that he could trust Parker, that the older man never would hurt him, but his nerves just wouldn't listen. So when the door opened to show a dark hallway leading up to a panorama window he had to bite his tongue to make himself step inside the house.
He would always remember the way he inhaled sharply and jumped when Parker turned on the lights and closed the door behind them.
"Drink?"
Horner just nodded.
Parker stared at the Aussie and quickly made up his mind. The guy needed to be dropped fast if this was going to work. Even though he had offered his guest a drink, he quickly reconsidered and waited just long enough for the younger man to turn his back on him before grabbing him from behind, one hand around a taught neck.
"Don't fight me" he growled as he felt shoulders tense up and a hand over his own. "I won't do anything to hurt you. Just trust me."
Craig nearly jumped out of his skin when a hand closed over his throat and the voice whispering, growling in his ear made cold shivers race over his back. That same warm-hot-freezing feeling he'd had while suspended started creeping up over his arms, and the hand over the one at his throat tensed a fraction before letting go.
Taking two deep breaths, the Aussie let himself relax into the grip and closed his eyes. He had trusted the crew on set to lock him against a wooden cross, why should he not trust Parker now?
Feeling the body pressed against his chest relax, Parker smiled and loosened his grip enough so he could turn Horner around. Tilting the younger man's head, he crushed those inviting lips gainst his own, claiming them, tongue thrusting into Craig's mouth. Swiftly he pressed the taught body of the young man up against the nearest wall, his knee pressed up between the other man's thighs.
Craig felt the air rush out of his lungs as his back made contact with the wall. Scrambling for leverage, he felt his mouth get ravashed by soft yet demanding kisses, effectively breaking down all thoughts. He felt himself giving in to the rough handling, a coil of lust and something he couldn't identify spinning together in his chest. A small whimper broke its way out of his throat as he turned his head to expose more of his neck to Parker's gaze. Then the heat of the older man's body disappeared and he felt suddenly lost and cold.
Panting slightly, Parker took in the vision of the younger man leaning against the wall, the tousled hair not quite obscuring those captivating eyes, back bent the tiniest bit, just so dark eyes could look at him through insanely long lashes. With a quiet growl, Parker once again stepped into the younger man's space, though this time the only contact was his hand gently caressing a stubbled cheek, fingers slowly trailing down over a cheek bone, down to the slightly parted lips, down over an Adam's apple rising and fall with rapid breathing.
As his hand tangled in the brown locks, tilting the head back, he pressed forward to whisper in Craig's ear.
"I saw you on the cross. Your eyes looked so lonely and lost. And again when you were on your knees in that dungeon." He grinned at the low moan slipping through parted lips. "I dreamed, fantasized, about you on your knees like that, hands bound behind your back."
He could feel breath hitching in Horner's chest, the pulse speed up under his lips as he kissed the exposed pulsepoint.
On one hand, the Aussie felt stupid and like a horny teenager in reaction to how responsive he was to Parker's touch, on the other he couldn't really bring himself to care. Hard muscle trapping him made him moan, those lips and the voice making his world shrink into a haze he welcomed readily. And when Parker once again stepped away from him, he didn't fight the way his knees gave out and he slid down the wall to kneel, shivering at how naked he felt even while fully dressed. It took a lot of will power to not look up when he heard the older man gasp above him, and a surge of pride made him smile. The haze turned slowly into crystal sharp clarity and nothing mattered anymore. He effectively silenced the tiny part of his brain that told him this was insane, and focused on the calm that surrounded him instead. All his upbringing and what he thought he knew about the norm of relationships screamed at him to get up and get out, but the burning in his chest easily won out and a warmth across his shoulders held him in place.
Parker's baggy jeans didn't feel that baggy anymore, and he shifted a little to try and ease the discomfort. Lust and an almost forgotten craving slapped his nerves like a whip and he quickly got rid of his shirt, forgetting it in a corner of the hallway.
"Get up and get naked. Then face the wall." he growled before making his way swiftly to his bedroom, fetching lube and a condom. As an afterthought, he roumaged through the drawer at the bottom of his closet, fishing out a pair of leather cuffs he'd almost forgotten he owned.
When he came back to the hallway, he grinned at the naked form leaning against the wall, proud cock resting almost against the sculpted stomach. A quick recalculating, once again, and Parker growled
"Come here. On your knees, lean over the table, hands behind your back."
As he watched the younger man do as he was told, Craig kicked off his pants and underwear and dropped the supplies on the floor next to the kneeling figure.
Horner had a hard time rememebering a time when he had ever been so aroused by a mere voice, but as it were he was almost begging for release and Parker had hardly touched him. Heat was running through him like an electric current and when those hands started caressing his back he nearly sobbed. It wasn't his ultimate fantasy, but it was close. The surface of the table was cool against his heated skin, and he gladly rested his cheek against the comforting wood. Sandalwood oil and pine seeped into his head, washing over his crystal clear senses.
Craig heard movement behind him, and he started a little when Parker's callosed hands trailed down his arms, to his wrists. He relaxed more and groaned when he felt something soft close around his wrists, and an experimental tugg confirmed that he wasn't going anywhere soon. Breathing became even harder, yet somehow he felt completely safe. Closing his eyes, Craig let the semi-gray light behind his eyelids form into his entire world, the caressing touch of the older man grounding him to their shared reality.
The older actor heard the tiny sigh and felt the body under him relax, a whine of triumph making it's way through his chest. Not feeling like he could wait, he reached for the tiny bottle on the floor and slicked two fingers after rubbing the slick warmer in his hands. He felt rather than heard the moan as he gently breached the younger man, quickly looking for that tiny spot.
Stars exploded in Horner's head as he was filled, and yet it wasn't enough. The chafing of the rug against his knees, the cold of the table against his cheek, the tiny sounds and the scent of sex and sandalwood and Parker's faint aftershave whirled into one, slowly binding with the pleasurepain of being filled. It was slightly uncomfortable, but whatever Parker was doing rendered the discomfort unimportant.
And then, as soon as the younger man started pushing back, it was gone, and he whined at the loss.
Parker quickly rolled on the condom and poured slick over the plastic surface. Grabbing hold of the base to stave off his climax, he bit his lower lip hard and gently sunk into the younger man kneeling in front of him. Both men groaned, the Aussie breaking off a small whimper of pain at being breached like that for the first time. Setting the pace to deap and steady, Parker felt pleasure spiraling through and around his senses and a need to crush Craig to him took over. With a low growl he slung his arm around the younger man's chest and raised up the fit body, changing their angle. It was a struggle to keep the pace, but the tightness of the other made it worth it.
Horner cried out when the angle changed and in a blur of whitehot pleasure he cried out his completion without even having his member touched. The possesive arm slung around him, his helpless state and the unforgiving feeling of leather agains sensitive skin became too much and the world whited out for a second time just as the length inside him stilled and the older man groaned out his release.
When Horner came around again he was laying on his back on the floor, hands free and ass sore.
He looked at the older man laying on his side facing the Aussie and smiled shyly.
"Hi."
"Hi back."
The younger man huffed a laugh before frowning.
"I still..I mean...I hope..you..."
Parker just put a hand over Craig's mouth and grinned.
"It was fun, and I hope we can do it again, but I sure don't expect anything."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"We can do it again?"
Parker just rolled his eyes and kissed the pouty lips, before running his hands down over the exposed planes of skin and muscled.
"Yes, but I say when, how, and where."
It wasn't a question and Craig just groaned.
