And here is where it ends...

Karl surreptitiously watched Craig cruise the room, mingling with a casual grace he envied. Karl was not the social type. Sure, he had a few friends here and there, and this bunch wasn't rowdy for the most part - which suited him just fine - but he was not the type to frequent high-class shindigs. He was more the laid back, scotch-and-soda-man, who sat at the bar and watched people's performances. Much like he was doing at this very moment; but what he noticed now was not how the women flaunted their overpriced jewelry or how the cigars smoked by the pompous windbags fouled up the air. His interest was captured by a pair of black Italian dress slacks that shifted seductively with each graceful movement of the firm legs and ass beneath them and the thought of what they would look like as they fell in a heap to the floor.

Karl shifted uncomfortably on the stool as a result of the instant swelling in his groin and turned away from the erotic display, silently berating himself as he chugged the last of his drink and ordered another. Laughter that before this afternoon he wouldn't have given a second thought now popped his head up like a prairie dog coming out of its hole.

Craig's genial, sincere laughter had carried all the way across the expansive room. It slid over Karl's skin like a caress, kissing from the base of his spine up to his earlobes. His mind extrapolated to consider what that voice would sound like screaming out in passion. If the throbbing in his crotch was any indication, it would sound really good.

Feeling for all the world like nothing better than a horny teenager, Karl slid off the stool and made his way to the bathroom, nodding tersely to a few of the guests who greeted him as he passed by to avoid being sucked into vapid conversation.

The door to the upscale restroom closed behind him as he entered and Karl moved to the wall farthest from it to prevent him from hearing any more of the seductive sounds of Craig's joviality. Water. He needed water.

Turning on the faucet, Karl splashed his face with the chilly liquid before cupping his hands and drinking. Craig had never turned him on before this afternoon. They were business associates, nothing more. Until the spectacle in the dressing room, however - when all platonic notions flew out the proverbial window. Briefly Karl considered unzipping his pants and splashing water on his unabating arousal, but reconsidered when he realized it would mean explaining a wet crotch... something far more embarrassing than a raging boner in his opinion.

Leaning back against the wall he closed his eyes, letting the water droplets on his undried face cool him and his rampant libido. When the door to the restroom opened again, Karl kept his eyes closed and ignored the man.

"There you are," the recognizably warm voice purred.

Karl's eyes flew open to see Craig standing by the first sink just inside the door. He didn't move as Craig approached, feeling the pit of his stomach fall to his knees as the desire built from watching those pants advance towards him. The predatory gleam in Craig's lustrous blue eyes only added to Karl's discomfort. But for a lock on that bloody door, Karl would have laid the man over the counter and had his way with him then and there.

"You aren't avoiding me, are you?" he asked innocently when he stopped mere inches in front of Karl, his lower lip pouting as he traced a finger from Karl's waist up his chest, coming to rest on his collar bone and toying with the lapel there. Wildfire blazed the path where Craig's finger had just been and Karl's eyes darkened with lust.

Those same eyes widened imperceptibly when it became apparent the growl ringing in his ears was coming from himself. Craig grinned, drawing his finger back down the man's chest, stopping at the waist with a slight tug on the fabric. "Like it rough, do you Tiger?" he asked, turning towards the mirror and giving his appearance a thorough appraisal; oh yes, these pants displayed his assets deliciously, if Karl's hungry gaze was an accurate gauge.

Without a further look in the dark-haired man's direction Craig made his way back to the door. Just as he turned the handle, strong hands and an even firmer body pressed him into the unyielding wood. Hot breath teased his ear as a solid thigh insinuated itself between his legs, giving Craig an instant appreciation of the ammunition Karl was packing.

A breathless rumble of syllables fell into Craig's ear. "Do not tease me, Craig Parker. I wasn't afraid to go down on you in a dressing room, so don't think I'd hesitate to do something vaguely similar in a bathroom."

Craig's breath hitched at the fiery words and his cock flared to life. He smirked at how easily he'd underestimated the larger man. He'd never expected such rapaciousness from Karl Urban... but it was certainly turning him on. God, but his cock hurt from pressing against the door!

Misreading the grin on Craig's lips Karl spun the older man around, a rage that had nothing to do with anger burning in the hazel depths.

Craig's own eyes dilated in shock at the swift maneuver. At least his erection wasn't as agonizing now, even though it still felt like it would burst the seams on his trousers. "Now you mock me?"

Craig shook his head, his mouth falling open to protest, but he never got the chance to utter any sound other than a grunt as Karl's mouth crashed into his, lips bruising with the force of their contact. An arousal so hard it could hammer nails into lead pushed against his groin, causing the blue-eyed man to whimper. Bend me over and take me now, he thought as Karl's tongue ravished his mouth thoroughly.

"No," Karl answered as he broke for air, making Craig wonder if he'd spoken his thoughts aloud. "Not here. I want you in a bed so you can scream your lungs out from the pleasure." Karl ground into him again as he spoke, "And believe me, you will scream."

A shudder traversed Craig's frame while his brain tried to assimilate all that had just passed between them. Oh God, he was going to get fucked but good.

When Karl backed away a step to give him room to open the door, Craig obliged. Exiting first, he attempted to step back into the party in hopes of calming his erratic pulse, but a firm grip on his elbow led him to the exit instead.

*~

Neither had spoken on the drive home and the sexual tension had built to a point that left them both vibrating as they made their way into Karl's condo. "Upstairs," Karl growled as he locked the door behind them and flicked the switch to turn on the inside lights, watching as Craig took the stairs two at a time and stopped, waiting for him at the top.

Stalking. That was the impression Craig got as Karl moved up the stairs towards him, the powder-blue silk shirt Karl had retrieved from the back seat clenched tightly in his fist. He could feel his cock leaking at thoughts of what it would feel like to have Karl thrusting into him with such animalistic force while the silk caressed his skin. The predator and the prey locked eyes when Karl reached the top.

Craig saw the shirt go flying with his peripheral vision towards the first door. "There," Karl said huskily, his index finger pointing the same direction. "And pick the shirt up on your way in." When Craig moved as instructed, he added mentally,because I want to see that hot ass bent over in those pants one more time.

Karl was proud of his restraint up to this point. He was not a patient man under taxing circumstances, and this was taxation so extreme Congress was going to have to write amendments to justify it. Craig did just as Karl had dictated, bending over at the waist and elegantly displaying his ass to Karl's lusty leer. Karl's cock surged within the unforgiving material restricting it.

Not content to simply follow directions, Craig added a little tush wiggle as he stood upright, to which he received an audible growl of desire. He could only guess that he was being visually devoured.

Karl watched him disappear into the bedroom and stripped off his jacket, laying it over the banister. He followed as casually as his reined in libido would allow. When he turned the corner into the room, Craig looked just as he had earlier that afternoon. He must have perfected the art of speed-undressing in college, Karl smiled to himself. Taking in Craig's relaxed, alluring posture standing at the end of the bed Karl swallowed hard, his nerves on reserve strength. "Oh God," he breathed, "You look good enough to eat."

"You didn't say how you wanted me so I winged it," Craig purred, his velvety voice washing over Karl like a riptide and making it all the more difficult for the hazel-eyed man to keep from throwing him on the bed and ravaging him like a wild beast.

Craig shivered with anticipation as Karl approached, his heart triple-timing in his chest. The rumble of approval from the broodingly good looking man was followed by the husky words, "That'll do." The full effect of Karl's dominant presence coming so close forced Craig to sit down. Caught by the lustrous hazel orbs staring intently down at him, his mouth fell open in awe. Karl must be a warlock, Craig reasoned, to be able to keep him so utterly spellbound. Never before had any man demanded his attention the way that Karl Urban did without ever saying a word.

Karl forced words from his lips when Craig spoke to him. The blue eyes held him captive and only released him when Craig looked downward as he sat on the bed. Karl felt drawn to Craig, pulled as if by an invisible string from his gut, and there was no denying the incredible attraction he felt towards him. Attraction? Be honest, Karl, he chided himself, you're about one step away from a lust-crazed lunatic!

When Craig gazed up at him, eyes aflame with molten desire, Karl's breathing stopped. How had he not seen it before? Craig Parker was absolutely the most beautiful man he'd ever seen. It was as if someone had lifted the blinders from his eyes so he could see what was right before him, and that one thought alone tempered down the lust until it became a yearning. The mouth before him opened slightly, its pink lips begging to be kissed.

Unable to resist their allure, Karl knelt before the other man, sliding his fingertips along Craig's cheek until they rested at the base of his skull and then pulled him forward in a tender meeting of lips. "You're beautiful," Karl whispered against Craig's open mouth as he lovingly ran the fingers of one hand through Craig's hair while the other stroked his jaw line, eliciting a moan of approval.

"Please…" Craig murmured as he leaned in to grab Karl's lips again, the urgency of his plea reigniting their lulled passions.

"Please what?" Karl asked, pulling away from Craig's demanding tongue with an impish grin. He didn't want this to get sappy; that wasn't how he operated.

Seeing the change in Karl's demeanor, Craig grinned back. "Fuck me," he challenged, throwing a mock bite towards Karl's lips before scooting himself up the bed until he could lay stretched across its length fully.

"My pleasure," Karl growled, pouncing atop Craig's long form, his hands traveling over the silk shirt with graceful abandon.

"Fuck, yeah, that feels good," Craig groaned when Karl tweaked his nipples through the fabric.

Unbuttoning the silk, Karl pressed his lips along the smooth column of Craig's neck, letting them glide down until they reached his collar bone before sucking roughly. Craig's hands came off the bed and around Karl's body in a bear hug to hold him there. His grip loosened as Karl tried to move lower, sighing contentedly as Karl progressed down his chest.

A squeal of ecstasy pierced the stillness of the room as Karl drew a nipple into his mouth, worrying it with his teeth and tongue. Craig bucked below him hard enough that Karl thought he was riding a bronco. If that was any indication of how the sex was going to be, Karl was ready to get to it.

Sliding lower, Karl returned to the performance which had started this whole escapade, tugging Craig's boxers down his hips and freeing the stiff shaft from its confinement. "Yessss," Craig hissed as Karl's tongue laved a sweep up the length.

Sucking the head into his mouth, Karl used his tongue masterfully, swirling it around the head before tickling the sensitive spot at the back. The only sounds were Craig's whimpers and moans, which spurred Karl to even greater attentiveness. Pulling Craig deeper into the wet cavern, Karl hummed appreciatively at the length that filled it, firmly stroking the underside vein as he moved his head up and down.

It was only a moment after Craig's sac began to draw up in his hand that the other man confirmed his suspicion. "Karl, I can't hold- gonna come!" he panted. No sooner had the words left his lips than Karl felt the fluid splash into his mouth.

Delighting in Craig's essence Karl sucked him dry, licking him clean in the process. Letting the softening shaft fall from his lips, Karl got off the bed long enough to shuck the rest of his clothing before rejoining Craig's replete form.

Damn he's gorgeous, Karl thought, or thought he'd only thought it, but when a pair of piercing blue eyes caught his, he wasn't so sure.

"Thank you," Craig said, reaching for his lover as he kicked his boxers off the rest of the way. "Now, fuck me good and proper or there's going to be hell to pay."

Karl snickered. This was the Craig he was used to. The assertive, sometimes downright snarky brat that had men figuratively on their knees in the boardroom. Chuckling at the irony, Karl kneeled between Craig's knees. "So, just how ready for me are you, Craig?" Karl asked offhandedly.

"Wore a plug for two days straight hoping you'd finally notice me."

Well, that explained why he was walking sort of funny around the office yesterday.

Interrupting Karl's thoughts, Craig added, "So you're not going to hurt me if that's what concerns you."

"Good," he nodded, taking a moment to stretch over Craig's prone form to the bedside table, "bought a fresh bottle just the other day." Karl lubed himself quickly, the feel of his hand on his aching flesh bringing a groan to his lips. Despite what Craig had said, Karl wanted to make sure the other man was comfortable during their coupling, so he inserted a slicked finger into the furled aperture.

"Fuck! More!" Craig cried, abandoning the shy ploy he'd used earlier as Karl stroked his insides.

Not one to withhold favors, Karl indulged the man, adding a second well-slicked finger to the first and crooking both to find the magic spot. He knew the instant he'd hit it because Craig bucked fiercely again and Karl's throbbing shaft could wait no longer.

Whining at the loss of Karl's fingers, Craig looked down to finally see what was about to impale him. Eyes widening in appreciation Craig asked, "Karl, didn't anyone ever tell you that large weapons should only be played with outdoors?"

"Guess I missed that lesson," Karl said as he placed his cock at Craig's entrance and pushed. The benefits of plugs became apparent when only minimum resistance met the thrust. The welcoming heat was nearly Karl's undoing. He'd been celibate far too long it seemed, and he feared he wouldn't last to Craig's satisfaction. "Don't squeeze," Karl cautioned, "or this ride will be over before it starts."

Craig nodded, his eyes glittering with mischievous amusement as he welcomed Karl into his body. Damn, he'd waited for this forever. He was glad for the plug, because his lack of sex over the past few years had left him exceedingly tight. He'd never have been able to take Karl's massive girth without it.

He felt Karl's strokes begin and he reveled in the sensations. Karl grabbed his knees for balance, pushing them up and open so his angle of thrust changed and hit his prostate with each thrust. "Oh fuck..." Craig exhaled harshly. He wasn't going to last long either at this rate.

Loving the sounds coming from Craig's lips, Karl sped his thrusts as he worked Craig's body for release. The silken heat fit him like a glove, and watching the expressions on Craig's face only heightened his arousal. Needing to be closer, Karl lay on top of his lover and reached for his lips with his own. A different wet heat met him, equally as intoxicating.

The friction of Karl's body on Craig's cock was incredible, but it was speeding up the inevitable outcome. Feeling his balls drawing up again, Craig drew Karl's tongue into his mouth and sucked it like he would a cock.

Lights like camera flashbulbs burst behind his eyelids as his orgasm crashed over him. Not to leave his lover in the lurch, Craig's inner muscles clenched around Karl's shaft, increasing the pleasure of his orgasm that much more.

"Fuck!" Karl bellowed as the walls tightened around him, drawing him even deeper into Craig's body as it pulled his release from him. Craig's body relaxed as Karl rode out the waves inside him.

Karl slipped free of the heat and fell to Craig's side. "You look lovely all disheveled," Craig smirked, reaching up to brush the sweat-soaked locks off Karl's brow.

Karl smiled back as his breathing returned to normal. "You know, I don't normally have unprotected sex, but I asked around and..."

"You found out that my bed was as perpetually empty as your own?" Craig interrupted, that mischievous glint reappearing in his fascinating blue eyes.

Karl's eyes widened in surprise, "Yeah, something like that." He should have known Craig would do his homework; that was the other thing that set him apart from the rest of the men in the office. Feeling brash and emboldened by Craig's minor confession Karl asked, "So, how would you feel about warming each other's beds for a while?"

Snuggling into Karl's arms which folded nicely around his body, Craig replied, "I think that can be arranged."

FIN~