Title: On The Side
Author: Elandae
Pairing: Karl Urban/Harry Sinclair
Rating: R
Summary: There’s something that Harry doesn’t want Karl to know about….
Disclaimer: Don’t know them, make no claims whatsoever. The usual.
Feedback: Always welcome!
Harry was sprawled across the couch, his chest bare and gleaming in the eerie light of the television. As soon as Karl entered the room, he flicked to another channel with a jerky twitch of his hand. The slightly guilty look that passed over his face did not escape Karl’s scrutinizing gaze.
‘What were you watching?’ Karl asked, smiling mischievously as Harry, dropping down onto the couch right across Harry’s legs.
‘Nothing,’ Harry replied, shifting over so that Karl’s legs draped over him rather than having the full weight directly on his legs.
‘No, I saw that look on your face. It definitely wasn’t nothing,’ Karl said, still grinning. He poked Harry lightly in the ribs, ‘in fact I bet it was something,’ He sing-songed the last word.
‘You know, you really shouldn’t sing,’ Harry joked back, squirming away from Karl’s fingers. The man knew his only ticklish spot and took advantage of that when he wanted to know something.
‘Oh, don’t think that you can distract me that easily.’ Karl fixed his eyes intently on Harry, enjoying watching him squirm. In fact, Harry was pretty damn adorable when he wanted to distract Karl. Transparent, perhaps, but adorable none the less.
‘Come on, Harry, you can tell me,’ Karl coaxed, leaning over closer to Harry, shifting so he was straddling the other man. Harry just watched him with a soft smile on his lips. Now, Karl like this he could deal with, that seductive look in his hazel eyes that made Harry’s breath catch in his throat.
Karl leaned closer, the warmth of his breath ghosting over Harry’s jaw. He grabbed both of Harry’s hands, one at a time, securing them in one of his hands over Harry’s head. Karl moved slowly down, lowering his mouth over Harry’s, nothing more than a soft brush of lips, a phantom, teasing touch. Karl’s free hand trailed down over Harry’s side, studiously avoiding the ticklish spot. He found what he was looking for, a triumphant ah-ha spilling from his lips. It only took Harry a moment to realize what Karl was up to. He flipped quickly to his side, sending Karl rolling off of him and onto the floor. Unfortunately, the remote stayed clutched tightly in his hand. Harry rolled off the couch onto Karl below, the sudden weight giving Harry the advantage.
They wrestled around on the floor, crashing into the coffee table, laughing all the while. Harry seemed to have the edge, until Karl’s fingers found that spot on his side that had Harry squirming and laughing hysterically beneath him. He quickly grabbed the remote away, taking advantage of Harry’s breathless state. Karl pushed away, quickly pressing the ‘channel return’ button. The channel changed, and Karl simply stared at the screen for a moment, completely taken by surprise. He burst into laughter, looking back at Harry who was lying in a resigned pile on the floor, studying the pattern on the couch.
‘You were watching this?’ Karl questioned with a broad grin on his face.
‘Hey, lots of people watch this,’ Harry said from the floor. ‘It’s not that weird.’
‘Somehow you just never struck me as the kind of guy who would be into this!’
‘I just like it, okay? I don’t know why,’ Harry said, not quite meeting Karl’s eyes.
‘Aw, how come you never told me this before?’
’And have you mock me?’
‘Oh, come on, it’s not that bad. Sure, you’ll never live this down, but really it’s not so bad,’ Karl said, trying (unsuccessfully) to hold back a laugh.
Harry grabbed the remote away from Karl, without a struggle this time, and quickly changed the channel. He pushed Karl down onto the couch, dropping down, half on, half beside him, with a sigh.
‘What, you’re not going to watch that anymore?’ Karl joked from beneath him.
Harry smile wryly, ‘You know, I think I’ve had enough of infomercials for today.’
The End.