FIC: "Different Tastes" 1/4

[lobelia321]

Title: Different Tastes
Series: Not part of a series as such but follows on from "All Tomorrow's Birthdays"
Part: 1/4
Here's a new story, everyone! Enjoy! *g*

Author: Lobelia; lobelia321@aol.com
Website: http://www.geocities.com/lobelia321/
Pairing: Karl Urban / Dominic Monaghan; also: Karl Urban / Dominic Monaghan / Bernard Hill; implied: Bernard Hill / John Noble
Rating: NC-17


Summary: Dom fucks Karl. Karl fucks Dom. But do they love each other?
Feedback: Yes, please, I would love feedback! Anything, even if it's only one line, one word!
Content/Warnings: RPS. Threesome. Celery consumption.
Spoilers: None
Archive Rights: Beyond the Fellowship. My niche. Anyone else, please ask.
Disclaimers: This is a work of amateur fiction. I do not know these people. I am not making money. The events described in this story did not happen.

Author's Notes: An attempt to tell a story largely in dialogue and to limit non-speech (largely) to blunt, objective observations. Inspired by dialogue-only Wainthropp txt-slash and musings about pov. Thanks to demelzagirl, my fan-in-crime, who does the meanest dialogue around. Thanks and kisses to my sweet beta, gabbyhope.

I needed to write a differerent kind of Karl/Dominic to provide relief from the "Arthropods"-Karl/Dominic (which is still cooking, don't worry).

This story ties in with other fics I have written: It's the same Karl and Bernard who appear in "Larks and Nightingales" (BH/JN), "Olives in Brine and Artichoke Hearts" (KU/BH/JN) and "Life After Virginity" (BH/JN).

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There was a knock at the door.

It was Karl.

"Oh," said Dom. He sounded surprised.

"Hi," said Karl.

"Hi," said Dom. "Uh. Come in."

Karl came in. He shifted feet. He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. He looked around.

"Yeah," he said. "Room's just like mine."

"Right," said Dom.

"Except, er, you've got the bed the other way round. And your wallpaper's different."

"Right. Yes, well, hotels are exciting."

Karl stood on tiptoes, then on the balls of his feet. Dom rubbed his eyebrow.

"I was just wondering," said Karl, "if you were free right now. If you wanted to go to the pub for a beer."

"The pub?"

"Yeah. You know, have a drink."

"Right. Okay. Hang on, I'll just get my coat."

Karl waited near the closed door. He shifted feet some more. He took his hands out of his jacket pockets and shoved them back in again. He let his eyes roam around the room. He looked at the clothes on the floor, and the shoes under the bed, and the alarm clock on the night table, and the half-emptied suitcase under the window. He looked at everything, except at Dom.

Dom pulled on his fleecy jacket and shoved his wallet down the front pocket of his jeans. He had his key in his hand. He was on the way to the door when he was stopped by Karl's mouth.

Karl kissed Dom with his hands still in his jacket pockets. Dom's hand was still on his key. Neither touched the other with any other part of their bodies besides lips and tongues.

They broke apart.

They looked at each other.

"I just wanted to see what that was like without being drunk," said Karl.

"Right. Yes."

"I was quite drunk the other night. And I just, er... The pub was an excuse. I really just came up for that."

"Uh, okay..." Dom still had his key in his hand. He stuck the other hand in the back pocket of his jeans. He rocked from side to side on his feet.

"You taste nice," said Karl.

"Yes, spearmint. The toothpaste. I was just brushing..."

"But something else, too. Banana?"

"Yeah. Well spotted. I was eating a banana before."

Karl kissed him again. Dom stood still. He stuck his elbow out. He held his hand away from his body so it didn't touch Karl. He moved nothing except for his mouth. He moved his mouth on Karl's mouth. He moved it quite a bit. He even moaned quietly into Karl's mouth.

Quietly.

"So... uh..."

"Er."

"Do you... Shall we go to the pub now, then?"

"Well," said Karl, "that was just an excuse. We don't have to. But we can, of course. If you want to."

"How about," said Dom, "the other thing?"

"Okay," said Karl at once.

Dom shrugged out of his jacket. He put the key on the bed. Karl tugged off his own jacket and got tangled up with the sleeves. He shook the sleeve off his right arm. He dropped the jacket to the floor.

They stood there.

Dom undid the buttons of his jeans and, by mistake, did them up again. He undid them a second time and stepped out of his jeans. Karl unzipped and tugged at his own jeans. Denim pooled around feet. Both stood on one leg, pulled off shoes and struggled with stubborn hems.

Dom bent and pulled off his underpants. Karl bent and pulled off his boxer shorts.

"I," said Dom.

Karl stepped close. His hands hovered in the air. He kissed Dom, without putting his hands on him. Dom said "mmm" and kept his hands behind his back. His T-shirt lifted over his erection. Their socks were dark against the beige carpet. They arched their bodies back, and their groins did not touch.

Dom turned. He looked round. He stepped back and stepped forward again. He lifted his hands and dropped them. He looked round again and walked to the bed. He knelt down on the carpet. He propped his elbows on the bed. He stuck his bare arse up in the air. His breath ruffled the counterpane.

Karl's hands hovered over Dom's buttocks. His hands drifted lower. And lower. The first touch. Dom closed his eyes. Dom licked a drop of sweat from his upper lip. Karl pulled Dom's buttocks apart.

"Oh," said Dom and twisted around, "the..."

But Karl was already next to his discarded jacket. He dug into the pockets and produced his own condoms and lube.

Dom looked at the condoms. He looked at Karl's jacket.

He turned back round. He closed his eyes. He waited.

Karl's hands gripped Dom's waist. Karl nudged his way in. Dom bit into his forearm, the forearm lying on the bed in front of his face. Karl moved in and out. Dom let his cheek fall into the mattress and his mouth open wide. Karl grabbed his hips. He thrust forward. Dom thrust backward. Dom fumbled for his own dick and was met by Karl's hand on the way there.

Karl jerked his fist up and down along Dom's dick. The mattress shook. Dom's eyes were still closed. Karl thrust and thrust. Karl's eyes were looking out of the window as he thrust. Mosquitoes collected around the street lamp. A bird flew by. It shat on the sill. On the inside window sill lay a bunch of bananas. Karl's breathing sped up.

Dom came with a moan. He sank into the mattress and mouthed the sheet. Karl's hand under Dom's hand around Dom's dick slowed. Karl's cock sped up. The mattress went wild. The key slid to the ground. Karl thrust, slowed down, then thrust again. Then he stopped. He grunted into Dom's hair.

Karl pulled out. He rolled onto the mattress beside Dom.

Both panted into the sheets for a while.

Then Dom got up, found a hotel towel and another one for Karl. They dabbed themselves without looking up. Karl twisted the top of the condom shut and looked round. He went to the bathroom and returned empty-handed.

Dom sat down on the end of the bed, cross-legged. Karl leaned against the headboard, his sock-clad feet propped on the crumpled counterpane.

"Did you like it?" said Karl.

Dom nodded. "Did you?"

"Yeah. I liked it the other night, too."

"Do you... uh, with Bernard? Do you do this?"

"No," said Karl. "Bern doesn't go in for fucking. Well, maybe he does with John. I wouldn't know what he does with John alone. But with me: no, never."

"So Bernard never...?"

"No."

"Not with me, either?"

"No, I don't think he will. He likes to watch, though. Didn't you think he liked to watch the other night?"

"Uh... yes, I guess so."

"Can I have a banana?" said Karl.

"Yeah. Of course."

Karl crawled along the bed and reached across to the sill. He leaned against the headboard again, in his button-up shirt, socks and nothing else on. He peeled the banana and slowly bit off the tip. He looked at Dom over the top of the fruit. Dom leaned back on his hands.

"And what about you?" said Karl. "You're into older guys?"

"Oh," said Dom. He went deep red. "That obvious?"

"Yeah. Well, no. Bern told me. So I watched out for it." Karl took another bite, chewed and swallowed. "And then I noticed how you looked at him all night."

"Bernard told you?" One of those flinch-shivers went through Dom. His knees wobbled. He rubbed his eyebrow. "How did he know?"

"Yeah, he told me. You did look at him a lot." Karl slowly pulled a fibrous thread off along the banana's shaft and deposited it on the night table. "And never at me."

Dom blinked. "I did," he said. "I'm sure I did."

"Well, right at the end, true," said Karl. He put his mouth around the stump of banana left in his hand and moved it up and down. He looked at Dom.

Dom laughed. "Stop it."

Karl bit off the stump. His cheeks bulged. He spoke with his mouth still half-full. "So you don't like young guys at all?"

"I don't know. I haven't thought about it. What's this John guy like?"

"John? Oh, John... You'll like John. Although he's not quite as old as Bern. But still over fifty." Karl swallowed. "John kisses like a wet dream. I can see why Bern likes him."

"You sound like someone in a harem," said Dom, "sharing gossip."

"Yeah," Karl said. "We're the toy boys. Except until now it was only ever me."

"Do you mind?"

"No." Karl folded the empty banana peel into a pyramid on his lap. "I don't mind. But you. You think about Bern a lot, right?"

"Well. Yes. Sort of."

"Did you think about him just now? When we were fucking?"

Dom looked into his groin. His left hand rubbed his left knee. "Yeah. I did."

Silence.

"Sorry. I thought about, uh, Bernard's cock. How last time I had his, you know, in my mouth while you were..."

Karl nodded. He pursed his lips.

"Have you ever...?" said Dom.

"Oh, yeah," said Karl. "And the other way round, too."

"And usually John's there, too?"

"Oh, yeah. Always."

"Wow."

"Yeah, wow."

"So. Do you want to go to this pub now?"

"Well," said Karl, "I don't know where there is a pub round here, actually."

"You don't?"

"I told you it was just an excuse."

"Right. So, how come you're not at Bernard's tonight? You don't go all the time?"

"Oh no. Back in Wellington, Bern's mostly with John. And they only go out or have dinners on the weekend. They take work very seriously."

"I take work very seriously."

"Yeah, well. *I* take work very seriously."

"So it's probably just as well that we're not going to the pub, then," said Dom. "Because it's Monday night. And we're taking work seriously. And all."

"Yeah. Right. What else shall we do?"

"I don't know."

"Do you, er, do you want to do that the other way round?"

"Oh," said Dom, "okay then. But I'm not sure I'm up to it yet." He laughed and gestured at his helpless dick.

Karl looked and laughed, too. His eyes lit up. His lips curled. Dimples appeared in his cheeks. "Well," he said, "in that case. Could we perhaps just, er, kiss again?"

"Oh. Right," said Dom.

"I liked it before," said Karl.

"Okay."

They kissed, sitting on the bed. Dom rested his hands on the mattress and knelt up to reach Karl's mouth. Karl kept his hands folded in his lap, around the banana peel.

"I liked it again," said Karl.

"My dick liked it," said Dom and grinned.

"You know, that's one advantage of not being an old guy." Karl pointed at his own groin. "Shorter reload time."

"Okay, then. Shall we...?"

"Yeah. Let's."

"Do you want to turn around?"

"Could we," said Karl, "keep on kissing? Could we try it from the front so that we can keep on kissing? Would that be okay?"

"Yeah. Fine. Why not?"

They fucked face-to-face. Dom drove his dick into Karl's arse. Karl ate Dom's mouth. Dom braced himself against Karl's hips. Karl enfolded his own cock in his fist. He looked at the ceiling above Dom's head. He brushed his hair from his own forehead and put his hand back around his cock. He came in his hand. His mouth came in Dom's mouth. Karl's groans rolled down Dom's throat. Dom's belly shivered against Karl's. His teeth bumped Karl's.

Another bird came and shat on the window sill. The bananas brooded. The key lay still. The wallpaper listened to Dom's moans.

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There was a knock.

"Shit," said Dom. The remote control clattered to the ground. Dom jumped into his jeans and limped to the door. "Oh, it's you," he said. "Hi, Karl."

"Hi."

They stood there.

"Can I come in?"

"Uh... you don't want to go the pub this time?"

"No, just been there," said Karl and pushed his way past Dom. "What have you been up to?" He looked round the room.

"Nothing," said Dom and crossed his hands in front of his groin.

"Nothing?" said Karl. He reached down, pushed Dom's hands aside and did up the top button of Dom's fly. "And have you finished with nothing or were you still in the middle of nothing when I knocked?"

Dom started to frown but it turned into a laugh.

Karl crouched down in front of the TV. "What's this you're watching?" He peered at the screen.

Dom grabbed the remote from the carpet. The channel flipped. Karl calmly pressed the manual keys on the TV's fascia and got back to the initial programme.

"This is a movie with a bunch of old geezers in it," he said. "Isnt' that Sean Connery? And that one, whatsisname, he must be over 100 by now." Karl grinned.

Dom flipped the channel again. A young woman with peroxided hair beamed out at them, promising them a year's supply of washing-up powder if they answered the following three questions correctly.

Karl sat down on the foot of the bed and looked at Dom. "Do they turn you on? Those wrinklies?"

"No. Hey, give me back my remote."

"They do, too, turn you on. You've gone red."

"No, I haven't. Well, okay. Yes, then. Uh."

"You can tell me. I don't care. I know, anyway."

"Well." Dom rubbed his knee and studied his knuckles. "I've just never told anyone before. I'm still a bit, uh, embarrassed about it."

"What? After all we've done?"

"Are you going to tell anyone?"

"Are you mad? Of course not. Except Bern. And John. Anyway, I can't talk: I suck their dicks on a regular basis."

Dom laughed. Karl flipped back to the oldster movie but turned the sound down.

"So what was this pub you were at?" asked Dom.

"Oh, it's quite close. Bern knew about it. I was there with him. It's a really nice pub, actually. They had these Spanish snacks there, tapas. Really delicious! Anchovies, in loads of oil. And these sausages, chorizos. And olives, green ones stuffed with blue-vein cheese and also very, very black ones, all briny. Here, I brought some back."

Karl extracted a small plastic box from his jacket pocket.

"You were there with Bernard?" said Dom.

"Yeah. He's having another dinner, by the way, on Friday. He'll probably invite you to come along tomorrow."

"Right. So... how long were you there with Bernard?"

"Not long. He had to go off and phone John. I think he's a bit lonely, actually, now that he's without John. It's going to be a long two months if this is how he is after only one week. We talked about you a bit, too."

"About me?" said Dom. He sat down on the side of the bed.

Karl pried the lid off the box and took out a black olive. He gave it a quick lick, then popped it into his mouth. His eyes closed briefly. The olive moved from cheek to cheek, making a bubble-shape in Karl's face.

"What did you say about me?" asked Dom. "Did you tell him that we...?"

"No." Karl grinned, olive still intact between his teeth. "He can figure that one out for himself. Did you want me to tell him?"

"No! Uh..."

"He asked me if it was okay by me that you come along to our dinners."

"What did you say?"

"Yes, of course. More than. Do you want an olive?"

"No. Did you happen to bring back a beer?"

"No."

"Olives! And no beer! You need to get your priorities sorted."

"Maybe I do. You're right." Karl bit into the olive. A trickle of brine oozed from the corner of his lips. "Do you have any more of those bananas left?"

"Bananas with olives? That's a bit disgusting, isn't it?"

Karl shrugged. "I like it. I like lots of different tastes."

"Well, I've eaten all the bananas. I ate them before."

Karl looked at Dom's mouth.

"Okay, then," said Dom. "I haven't even brushed my teeth since."

Karl opened his mouth.

"But swallow your olive first," said Dom.

Karl chewed quickly and gulped the olive down. He wiped the brine from his chin. He opened his mouth again. "I've got a bit of beer taste left in there," he said. "That should make you happy."

Dom opened his own mouth. They kissed, with Karl twisted awkwardly towards Dom behind him. Sean Connery burred his Rs and rubbed his hand over his bald patch in the background.

"Mm," said Karl. "Banana. But there's something else there, too. Chocolate?"

"I had a Twix."

"A Twix and a banana? And you call me disgusting?"

"At least they're both sweet. Chocolate and banana, that goes quite well together."

"Well, I think so," said Karl and kissed Dom again.

After the kiss, Dom straightened up. He picked a bit of olive out from between his teeth.

"Do you want me to go now?" said Karl. "So you can get on with your nothing?"

Dom laughed.

"I could help you with your nothing," said Karl. "I've got a bit of a nothing myself."

"Again?" said Dom. "Already?"

"What again, already? *I'm* not fifty-something. I get tired of waiting for the weekends."

"What do you want to do, then?"

"Whatever. What do you want to do?"

Dom picked out one of Karl's olives. He turned it round and round, then he put it in his mouth and swilled it round and round from cheek to cheek. He spat it into his palm and pressed his palm against Karl's mouth. Karl made fawn-lips and sucked the olive into his mouth. Karl chewed it without taking his eyes off Dom.

"Bern's right," Karl said. "You *are* sweet."

"Bernard said that?"

:Oh, yeah. But, you know, you shouldn't get ideas. Er."

"Ideas?"

"Bern's completely and totally fixated on John. It's strange for me, actually, seeing him on his own like this. And having that dinner without John."

"What's it like with John, then?"

"Oh, wait till we're back in Wellington. It'll be oldster heaven for you. John and Bern, well. They're, er, they're hot. Even I think so. And I don't have your obsession."

"What do they do?"

"Does this turn you on?" Karl slid round the edge of the bed to where Dom was sitting. He looked at Dom's buttoned-up fly. "Does talking about those two hot old guys get you all hot and bothered?" Karl put his hand on Dom's fly. "It does. Yeah... You want to know what they do? For one, they like to kiss."

"Like a wet dream?"

"Like a what?"

"Yesterday you said that John kisses like a wet dream."

"He does, too." Karl leaned in and, with his hand on Dom's denimed bulge, he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. They kissed without touching lips, just moving their tongues round each other like dancing cobras.

"I like the way you kiss," said Karl.

"Thank you," said Dom.

"I like it even better than John's kissing." Karl licked Dom's neck. "Do you want me to tell you something else they do?"

"Okay, yeah..."

"Sometimes," whispered Karl and started to unbutton Dom's fly, "John kisses me, with his tongue, and at the same time, Bern gets down and sucks me off. And sometimes..." Karl hoicked up Dom's bum and tugged Dom's jeans down to his knees. "... I suck Bern, and John and Bern do the kissing. Or..." Karl moved his hand round to Dom's back, down Dom's underpants where he rested his middle finger against Dom's anus. "... sometimes Bern sticks a finger up my arse..."

"Oh," said Dom.

"Does this get you hot?"

Dom nodded. He licked his lower lip. He pulled down Karl's zip.

"Could we fuck?" said Karl.

"Hm," said Dom. "Turn the light off."

"I like how you fuck," mumbled Karl into Dom's neck.

They had sex, kneeling on the bed and facing the television. Karl continued to chew olives. Dom watched white-haired gentlemen over Karl's shoulder. It was a war film so they ended up coming to the sound of gunfire.

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TBC