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lisaroquin ([info]lisaroquin) wrote in [info]lisaroquin_fic,
@ 2008-01-15 09:09:00

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Entry tags:lotr rps, rps, rps: karl urban/elijah wood

RPS Ficlet: Brat --Karl Urban/Elijah Wood
title: Brat
author:lisa roquin
rating:adult
fandom: LotR RPS
pairing: Karl Urban/Elijah Wood
disclaimer: fake. not real. fiction
author note: written for [info]porn_battle round one prompt karl urban/elijah wood, brat
word count: 223


Karl closed Elijah's hotel room door behind him. The wickedest blue eyes in creation stared up at him, smug and predatory. "Little tease," he husked as he reached for the smaller man.

"Not teasing," Elijah managed to get out before his mouth was claimed by Karl's. Hot, wet, hungry, messy, all need and no finnesse. Hands tugged at clothing as they stumbled out of shoes and pants on their way to the bed. Teeth knocked together as they fell onto the mattress and Elijah bounced back up just a little, thankful Karl managed to catch most of his weight on his knee and elbows. Elijah hooked a leg around Karl's hips and rocked upward against him, demanding, wanting.

Karl nipped at Elijah's jaw. "What the hell was that performance down there?"

"Trying to get it through your thick skull to shut up and let's go already. I haven't seen you in two months. I don't give a fuck about Astin's girl's soccer team when we could be fucking."

"God you're a brat," Karl chuckled as he reached under the pillows, searched and found the lube and condoms Elijah had stuffed there before dinner. The cap went flying god knows where in Karl's haste.

"You're complaining?" Elijah demanded, the words melted into a moan as he writhed down on Karl's finger.

"Not a bit."



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