Title: Koumpounophobia
Rating: R
Pairing: Chris/Karl
Word Count: 626
Warnings: RPS, unbetaed
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. None of it is real.
Summary: Comment porn for jim_and_bones - "I thought I'd see how the other half lives."

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Stepping into the living room, Chris smirks when Karl briefly glances over the script he's reading to acknowledge his presence. Chris can practically see the moment it sinks into Karl's brain, how he looks, as he watches one eyebrow slowly get raised before Karl puts the script down on the coffee table next to his feet, staring at Chris appraisingly.

"What the hell are you doing?" He's not exactly complaining.

Chris walks closer, feeling the cotton of his shirt fluttering against the skin of his sides like butterfly wings only, you know, manly butterfly wings. "I thought I'd see how the other half lives."

Karl hmms as he reaches out to grab Chris's wrist, his eyes devouring Chris's bare swath of chest. "I think you missed a few." He runs his other hand over the section of Chris's chest that would be covered if he'd done up the middle three buttons. The teasing caress leaves a trail of goosebumps in the wake of Karl's fingers.

Stepping over Karl's legs, Chris lowers himself to straddle his lap, running a finger down the vee of Karl's shirt to undo the buttons before spreading the flaps to the side.

"That's more like it," Chris grins. He bends his neck to follow with his mouth the path his finger had just blazed, tasting Karl's skin as he slowly rolls his hips.

He can feel Karl's hands under his shirt, running along the length of his spine before circling around to the front of his jeans. "You missed one," Karl says, voice rough, before he pops open the button on his fly and follows with the zipper.

Chris is panting when Karl touches him, keeping Chris trapped in his pants as he jerks him slowly, and Chris has to lean back, stop licking and kissing Karl's chest, to press them tighter together, so tight that Chris bets he's going to have little red, round marks pressed into his skin from the buttons of his shirt and Karl's being pressed into him, but it doesn't matter because all he's really concerned with is needing more.

It's all slow and rhythmic until it's not, and Chris remembers when coming in his pants used to be embarrassing, but now it's just really fucking hot, the way Karl can do this to him. Even hotter is the way Chris can do it in return to Karl.

He can't help but sigh when Karl leans up to kiss him, the dry rasp of stubble a counterpoint to the softness of his mouth.

"So what do you think, Pine? Gonna cross over to the Dark Side?"

Chris thinks they need to get off the couch and move into the bedroom. "Can you sense a great disturbance in my pants?"

"I think there's a great disturbance in your head."

"You're the one that started with Star Wars," Chris mumbles before giving this look that he knows Karl can't resist - an exaggerated pout with his head tilted to the side so he has to look at Karl through his eyelashes.

He walks his fingers up Karl's chest, leaning in close to speak directly in his ear, intentionally making his voice all low and husky. "I want you to fuck me," Chris says before licking and sucking at a spot just under Karl's ear that makes his breath tremble out of him.

Chris decides that he's going to keep buttoning his shirts, if for no other reason than that he'll need to leave his house at some point, but it becomes a non-issue as they strip each other completely as they walk each other to the bedroom, stumbling over furniture as they go because they're kissing too frantically to bother pay attention to things like end tables and armchairs.



Title: Hypocrite
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chris/Karl
Word Count: 617
Warnings: RPS, unbetaed
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. None of it is real.
Summary: Comment porn for jim_and_bones - Clicking through the different pictures, taking in Karl's easy, sexy confidence in each shot, and it's only when he stops at one where Karl and John are standing mere inches apart does Chris stop.

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Chris tells himself that event photos are not the same as paparazzi photos to keep himself from feeling like a hypocrite. The photos are all he has, though, because he's filming in Pennsylvania and couldn't get to LA for the DVD release. He couldn't get to Paris, either, which is the pictures he's looking at now - Karl and John mugging with fans and signing shit.

He glares at the screen of his laptop like the cute redhead standing too close to Karl in one picture will be able to feel it. Which just adds a whole different level to Chris's hypocrisy considering the fact that Karl's married, but still. The girl's standing where he would be if Chris had been able to go, although she's doing a much better job than Chris would be at keeping her eyes off the teasing glimpse of Karl's tan chest.

Clicking through the different pictures, taking in Karl's easy, sexy confidence in each shot, and it's only when he stops at one where Karl and John are standing mere inches apart does Chris stop.

Karl's hands are almost touching John's, and Chris hasn't exactly compared and contrasted before so it's not something he would have noticed, but next to John, Karl's hands are just massive, his big man paws like a bear or something. There's only really so much that can be blamed on distance from the camera.

He can't help it, staring at those hands, recalling the feel of them over him, inside of him. Those long fingers have fucked him deeper than some of the less than impressive cocks Chris has known.

According to his task bar, Chris has an hour until the next scene begins shooting. He palms himself through his jeans briefly before undoing the fly, scrolling back to a photo that's just of Karl. He's either just getting into or out of a car and smiling at someone out of view, the line of his neck displayed perfectly.

Chris licks his lips as his takes his dick in hand, pulling it out of his underwear and teasing at the head with his thumb before stroking up and down, trying to recreate Karl's grip with the same speed and amount of pressure.

Karl would tease him, keep Chris riding that fine like until he's incoherent with pleasure and the need to come, and he thinks about all those times before. The world tour seems so long ago when it's been a few months, but it's been all that time without Karl, and there will be even more time still. His thoughts roam from Germany to Japan to Australia, different hotel rooms but the same hands, the same voice, that same dimpled smile focused on him and him alone, at least in those moments.

Chris is jerking himself harder and faster now, his hips lifting off the chair to fuck into his hand as much as it's moving along the length of his cock.

When his orgasm hits, it's to thoughts of telling Karl about this, how he'd masturbated in his trailer to photographs of him on the internet, and he can imagine Karl's voice getting all low and breathy as he gets Chris to divulge every last detail.

Chris leans back in the chair, catching his breath, and he looks back at the picture, at Karl smiling at someone he can't see but it obviously isn't him.

He closes his laptop and then goes to take a shower. He has to work soon. It's the whole reason he's here and not there, so he'll get on set early to remind himself that this is what he wants, that this is what he's worked so hard for.