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07 September 2009 @ 08:36 pm
FIC: 'A Fever You Can't Sweat Out' (Chris Pine/Karl Urban) (NC-17)  
Title: A Fever You Can't Sweat Out
Author: Mayhem
Fandom: Star Trek XI RPF
Pairing: Chris Pine/Karl Urban
Summary: Chris is sick. And stubborn.
Rating: Really quite porny.
Length: 2,764
Warning(s): RPS
Author Notes: prompt was ‘fever’

The trick about blue eyes, as anyone who’s around them a lot learns, is that most of the time if they’re bright, if they’re shiny, then there’s nothing romantic about it—except perhaps in the grand, somewhat Austenian sense—because it usually means something is wrong. There are tears threatening, or exhausted mania looming. Or a fever being ignored.

Karl knows this from about the sixty-seventh time he ‘met’ Chris, seeing as they were both sick as dogs that day and when you have to meet a person eight dozen times you really get to noticing the little things. Karl had all of Chris’s scars memorized, and that mole by his house-left ear, and the fact that his stage-left eye always closes a little bit before the right one, by the time photography was over for the day.

But most people haven't had that kind of quality time with a sick Chris Pine, so this instance, this day when he finally has his half a scene with everyone, the fact that Chris’s eyes aren’t quite right is nearly lost amongst the shuffle. Nearly. Karl gives it three hours before he gives in to his tingling Daddy-senses and tries to knock some DayQuil down Chris’s throat the very least.


“Your eyes have that crazy look, that’s why.”

Chris’s mouth is a little slack. “Your eyes are huge.”

Karl blinks. Chris seems surprised at the words, too, so... “Er…”

“No, I mean—I noticed that at the beginning.” He kind of trails off, dazed and confused but trying valiantly to hide it.

A warm smile steals across Karl’s face. “Well, thank you. Now take the DayQuil and don’t leave tonight without finding me, all right?”

Chris looks pained, but acquiesces. He grumbles about the taste of the medicine, and texts Karl at the end of the day instead of actually finding him, but this assures Karl all the more that his hunch was correct and more serious intervention is needed.

And if it gives him something to do with his otherwise empty evening, well, all the better.


“Tea.” Karl holds out the mug to where Chris is sprawled on the couch.

Chris pulls a face. “Why?”

“It’ll make you feel better.”

“How?” Chris scoffs stuffily, sitting up with a suspicious look towards the steaming liquid. “Is there magic in it?”

Karl rolls his eyes without vitriol. “Yes. Now shut up and drink it.”


They end up spending that first night drinking tea, eating take-out, and watching Indiana Jones. Karl enjoys it because hello, classic, and Chris enjoys giving drug-induced commentary. They’re in the middle of the second one when Chris yawns and shifts positions.

They’re kind of a touchy-feely cast, anyways, the Star Trek Traveling Circus, so Karl barely blinks when Chris shifts to burrow his head in his lap while they’re watching. “You all right? Need anything?”

Chris shakes his head, which in that position basically means he rubs his head into Karl’s thigh a few times, like a cat. “No. Thank you, though. This is… this is good.”

“All right.” And he doesn’t really think about it when he lays his hand down to softly stroke Chris’s hair. Very soon after, the kid’s snoring quietly in his lap.


Karl eyes him suspiciously the next day. “You didn’t take anything this morning, did you.” It’s not a question.

Chris’s chin juts out slightly petulantly. “I felt better.”

“Until about…”

“An hour ago,” he admits on a sigh. He seems miserable.

Karl fishes the foil-sealed capsules out of his pocket. “Here. Text me when you’re out, I’ll come find you.”


The second night it’s grilled cheese, tomato soup, and Star Wars, and Chris’s stoned commentary is even funnier. By the end of Episode V, they’re practically in stitches, Chris curled up into Karl’s side with Karl’s arm slung around his shoulders.

“You’re a right little shit, Mr Pine,” Karl says, and without thinking plants a kiss on the top of Chris’s head.

Chris freezes, and Karl realizes what he’s done. He stills, then shifts a little, hoping the moment will pass.

Chris coughs, shifts a little too, and it does.


Karl tsks at him the next morning when he’s still got that bright sheen to his eyes. “You know, the APA’s definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different result.”

“It’s been three days, I’m a strapping young man. I thought I’d be better by now.”

“Right. Did you get your flu shot in the fall?”


Karl raises an eyebrow. “The APA’s definition of insanity is—“

Chris holds out a hand. “Just give me the pills and get out of here.” Karl does so, shaking his head. “Tonight it’s my choice of movies, old man.” Karl waves a goodbye over his shoulder as he walks away. “And pizza!”


It’s an accident, really. They’re just sprawled there like they’d been the day before and the day before that, full of pizza and tea and watching Die Hard, of all things (‘Alan Rickman is a god, my friend’), but when Karl turns his head, Chris’s lips are there and—well—

It’s outstanding for a moment, their tongues having a nice play round and little darts of pleasure heading all over to set many parts of Karl to tingling— then Chris pulls back with a jerk. “Oh shit, I’m sorry—“

“What? Why? It’s f—“

But Chris is already scrabbling away to alight awkwardly on the other end of the couch. “You don’t need to get sick.”

“I don’t—“ Karl stops. Okay. Chris is right, of course, and clearly uncomfortable. So. Karl puts his hands up in surrender. “Okay. Sorry.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

Chris settles himself a little closer, and the mood filters back to normal eventually. But the space stays, obvious and gaping, between them.


He doesn’t see him the next day, due to schedules, and the next day it’s just glimpses here and there. He starts to wonder if it was all in his head. Then that night his phone rings.

“Hi,” Chris says casually.


“So I was wondering… I don’t feel so hot.”

“Oh?” Karl’s mentally flipping back to the few times he had seen Chris that day. Kid looked fine to him, clear eyes, healthy color to his skin, laughter echoing across the stage.

“Yeah, and I was thinking… Bring me chicken soup?”

It’s not very subtle. Karl stares down at his mug of tea, contemplating what he knows to be the biggest leap he’s taken in a very long time.

It's not like there's really any choice, though. He sets down his mug and picks up his jacket. “I’ll be there in forty minutes.”


Of course it’s pouring outside. Karl has to shout into the intercom to be heard and let in, and then Chris isn’t even at the door to greet him.

“Pine!” he shouts down the hall as he takes off his jacket, stomping his boots on the doormat.

He’s shaking water off his hair like a dog when Chris appears. And what he sees stops him mid-motion.

The kid is bare-chested, a pair of pajamas pants slung low on his skinny hips, leaning against the wall. The look on his face is incredibly complex, predatory and contemplative and somehow a little bit afraid.

Karl rakes his gaze up and down Chris’s body once while pushing the wet hair back from his face. “You’re not sick.”

Chris shakes his head, then pushes away from the wall and takes a step towards him. “And you didn’t bring any soup.”


There’s a moment, like a high noon. Karl wishes there were thunder smashing in the background.

Then Chris is suddenly right there, pressed against him stem to stern, and it’s like the air has liquefied in his lungs. He feels warm breath on his face a second before hands reach up to slick through his hair and Chris kisses him as if he’s a drowning man.

Karl groans and parts his lips and Chris’s tongue darts in between them immediately. Sparks shoot all the way down to his toes and he gathers Chris to him, arms wrapping around his waist to get him as close as possible. They kiss like mad men for endless minutes, Chris holding his face firmly in place to explore his mouth thoroughly with his tongue. And Karl is lost.

Chris breaks the kiss to lick raindrops off his lips, his chin, his cheek, breathing words into his skin. “I didn’t think you’d come,” he says fervently. “I didn’t think—“

“I never thought you’d ask,” Karl says into his ear, licking at the shell of it, biting at the skin below it. He glories in feeling Chris shudder against him, feeling the press of his clearly hard cock beneath the thin cover of his pajamas. “But now that you have…”

Karl unwraps his arms from around Chris’s waist and drops to his knees, his mouth immediately finding the shape of his erection through the fabric. Chris lets out a cry and rocks forward, shearing his fingers through Karl’s hair for balance. “Christ, you—“ is all he manages to choke out before Karl’s got the pajamas down and his lips wrapped around the beautiful flushed cock thus revealed.

Karl tongues it thoroughly, wetting down the head before sliding his lips all the way down and taking in as much as he can. Chris grunts and curses—“Fuck, Karl, yes” –before he slides back up again, hollowing his cheeks and pushing his tongue right against that spot on the underside.

He repeats the motion a few more times before he reaches up to cradle Chris’s balls with one hand, concentrating on them and just the cockhead until Chris is barely restraining from thrusting into his mouth and the litany of curses streaming out of his mouth is downright filthy.

Then he pulls back, lays a ridiculously chaste kiss to the tangy slit, and stands, pulling the pajama pants back up to Chris’s hips as he does so. Chris mutters his name and ‘Come here, you Kiwi bastard’ and immediately kisses him, plunging his tongue into Karl’s mouth to gather up the taste.

Karl lets him snog him for a minute, enjoying knowing Chris is nearly naked and he’s fully clothed. He runs his hands down Chris’s back, scratching lightly and delighting when Chris hisses into his mouth, then slides under the pants to palm the perfect globes of his ass.

Eventually he breaks the kiss, biting down once on Chris’s lower lip, and makes his way to his ear, nibbling on the lobe before breathing words into the skin. “Would you like to go to the bedroom, or should I just fuck you up against the wall right here?”

Chris stifles a moan and swallows audibly, his fingers clutching at Karl’s hair. “Bed. Please. Dear fucking god now.”

“I’m so glad we’re on the same page.” Karl kisses him one last time then pulls away. Chris’s eyes are intense on his face, and he can feel his cheeks redden from the sudden awareness in the room, so he makes an elaborate gesture down the hall and flashes a grin. “Lead on, Mr Pine.”

Chris grins at him in return, reaches out for one more kiss, then does so. The bed is huge and not quite made and Chris strips unabashedly before turning to help Karl do the same. Karl shakes his head. “Go on, then,” he says, inclining his chin towards the bed.

Chris cocks his head at him, but acquiesces. “If you insist.” He gets up onto the bed and flops onto his back, hands up and beneath his head so he can watch as Karl undresses.

Karl takes his time.

It pains him, his cock helpfully reminding him with every movement that he has this damn fuckable man in a bed waiting for him, but he refuses to rush such a momentous occasion.

Besides, it’s nice to see Chris squirm a little. Which he is thoroughly doing by the time a fully nude Karl approaches the bed. As he crawls slowly up towards him, Chris is fisting his own cock lazily, his eyes dark with lust and a smile crinkling the corners of them. “You’re a damn good-looking man, you know that?”

Karl feels himself flushing again, and moves swiftly forward to kiss Chris thoroughly, hoping to distract him. It works— Chris moans and twitches and slides underneath him so suddenly Karl’s in between his thighs and his cock bumps against Chris’s entrance. “Shit,” Chris breathes into his mouth, “let’s do this.”

“But I want to—“

Chris interrupts him with a kiss, slipping his tongue into his mouth hotly as one hand clutches the back of Karl's neck. The other hand, Karl soon learns, has reached under one of the pillows to retrieve a small tube. “Later.”

Karl searches his face. “Next time.” He tries not to make it sound too much like a question, but Chris hears it anyways and soft smile appears on his face.

He kisses Karl softly. “Yes, next time.” Then he grins and pushes the lube into Karl’s hand. “But for now— Fuck me.”

Karl growls and kisses him, hard, sweeping his tongue along ridges of teeth and roof of mouth, while his hand busies itself with the lube and the prep— one finger slips inside easily and Chris welcomes it, moving his hips smoothly up into Karl’s hand, and Karl almost laughs at his eagerness, but he’s too fucking turned on to really muster it. Another finger joins the first, and Chris grunts his approval. “Yes, please— fuck, more. I can take it.”

Karl adds a third finger and proves that statement to be true, pushing in as far as he can get and watching Chris throw his head back in pleasure. He crooks them his fingers more time then pulls out, moving his body into position and pushing Chris’s thighs up until he’s open and ready and Karl’s easing his way in, slowly— “Bloody hell, you’re so—this is so—“

Chris moans and kisses him quiet. “I know. Me too. Now, more. Just do it.”

Karl, always trying to please, does as requested, pushing all the way into Chris’s tight heat, then pulling partially back out. The sensation is heart-stopping, and his mouth opens but nothing comes out. Chris kisses him again, and their tongues slide against each other sloppily as their hips pick up an imprecise yet earnest rhythm.

Eventually their cocks take over and their mouths fall away from each other. Chris has one hand flung above his head, the other on his own cock, and Karl has one hand fisted into the bedsheet next to Chris's head and the other holding on to the back of Chris’s thigh.

“Yes—just like that— please don’t stop—fuck, Karl, feels fucking amazing—“

Chris breathes the words into his neck as his hips pound him into the mattress and Goddamn but it’s the best fucking feeling. He wants it to last forever even though he knows how futile that wish is.

And yes, much too soon, Chris’s words turn to warning, and their movements careen towards erratic, and Karl’s breath is coming in swooshes and Chris’s warnings become mere muffled shouts as they climb and climb and then lights explode behind Karl’s eyes as he is coming so hard into Chris he sees stars.

Chris’s cry of release mingles with his, and sticky warmth spreads between them as he comes down, both metaphorically and physically, barely able to support himself on his shaking arm.

“Hey,” Chris whispers in his ear, lowering his thighs to wrap more around Karl’s middle, allowing Karl’s softening cock to slip out of him. “It’s okay, let go.”

Karl winces, groans, and complies, settling his weight somewhere on Chris’s right side and curling them together. “I just… give me a minute”

Chris kisses the top of his head. “Me too, man. Can’t you tell I’m—“ He pulls Karl’s hand up to cover his heart, which Karl discovers is beating wildly, crazily. And Chris’s hand is shaking slightly.

Karl blinks and reaches up to kiss him, lazily, open-mouthed and satiated. “Good. So I can…?”

“Yes.” Chris twines their fingers together loosely and stifles a yawn. “Please stay. I... bought some tea."

Karl laughs around his own yawn. "All right then." He kisses the skin he can reach before closing his eyes. "Till morning, then."

But Chris is already asleep. Karl smiles, and follows.

The Hysterical Hystorian: Karl-Chrisabigail89 on September 8th, 2009 12:31 pm (UTC)
Wonderful! Love the whole slightly pathetic!Chris and slightly paternal!Karl set-up, very nicely done. Then, Chris definitely taking advantage of that--the little shit. And the hawt loving sex--extremely nice.

*sighs* Such loveliness. Well done!
this is not a thalia: C/K: MAH BOYSthalialunacy on October 11th, 2009 06:58 pm (UTC)
obvious author is obvious ;)
THANK YOU BB. Even though you knew it was me. ;)
John Carterbrumeux77 on September 8th, 2009 01:59 pm (UTC)
Gah! as they say.

I love "oops, did I kiss you"s and falling-off pajamas and "no I didn't bring soup"s and lots of other things you've put in here.

Very heat-inducing. Thanks!
this is not a thaliathalialunacy on October 11th, 2009 07:07 pm (UTC)
not-so-surprising author reveal :B
So very glad you enjoyed it! ^^ <3
Ellen: McCoysail_aweigh on September 8th, 2009 06:49 pm (UTC)

I'll be over thataway somewhere, recovering. ::gestures futiley around::

:;wanders off::
this is not a thalia: KU: bathtub pot SEXthalialunacy on October 11th, 2009 07:08 pm (UTC)
obvious author is obvious ;)
Heeeeee! I love this comment. Glad I could push the buttons. ;) <3
the girl on firejazzy_peaches on September 8th, 2009 07:03 pm (UTC)
This is so great, it's like...a pina colada. Sweet and yummy and makes you feel a little buzzy. :)
this is not a thalia: Fandom: Come for the Pornthalialunacy on October 11th, 2009 07:09 pm (UTC)
Can I reiterate how much I love you for leaving awesome comments like this? Cause it's a lot. And now I want a pina colada. Hmpf. XB <33333
Madam Minnie: Star Trek: Kirk/McCoymadam_minnie on September 8th, 2009 07:08 pm (UTC)
Holy mother of all thud-a-licious Kirk/Chris fics! *fans self* I love the build-up of their comfort around each other culminating in that AMAZING climax was just... wow!
this is not a thalia: C/K: Personal space is for wussesthalialunacy on October 11th, 2009 07:14 pm (UTC)
shameless pimping
First off, THANK YOU. :D:D:D

Second off, I have more C/K fics(down at the bottom) -- three by me with two in between by another author -- and I think you'll like them, too.


Edited at 2009-10-11 07:14 pm (UTC)
Annie-The author formerly known as Satindolls: Gen: Me and Trishatqpannie on September 10th, 2009 12:59 am (UTC)
Great dialogue, Great Smut, I think I broke a sweat reading it. She would have loved it. Wet Karl! *drools*
this is not a thalia: KU: bathtub pot SEXthalialunacy on October 11th, 2009 07:15 pm (UTC)
wet!Karl is ALWAYS a good thing
Eeee thank you bb. <3<3<3
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this is not a thalia: C/K: MAH BOYSthalialunacy on October 11th, 2009 07:18 pm (UTC)
obvious author is rather obvious ;)
Thank you bb, that is a huge compliment! ^^ <3
Just filling in for your skull: STr: Urban/Pine where IS the fic?!gentlest_sin on September 20th, 2009 04:30 am (UTC)



Wow. Good set up. Good sex. Fuck.
this is not a thalia: C/K: MAH BOYSthalialunacy on October 11th, 2009 07:18 pm (UTC)
obvious author is rather obvious ;)
LOL I <3 this comment. And you. <3333
Re: obvious author is rather obvious ;) - gentlest_sin on October 12th, 2009 04:46 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: obvious author is rather obvious ;) - thalialunacy on October 12th, 2009 06:13 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: obvious author is rather obvious ;) - gentlest_sin on October 12th, 2009 07:09 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: obvious author is rather obvious ;) - thalialunacy on October 12th, 2009 12:36 pm (UTC) (Expand)
secretsolitaire: nghsecretsolitaire on October 2nd, 2009 11:25 am (UTC)
Guh. Guh. And also? Guhhh.
this is not a thalia: Comics: Build Character Thru Perversitythalialunacy on October 11th, 2009 07:19 pm (UTC)
obvious author is rather obvious ;)

Thank you for reading and commenting, bb. <3
blcwriter: pine 2blcwriter on October 11th, 2009 07:21 pm (UTC)
Beautiful. And a proper, lovely tribute.
this is not a thalia: BF: wiping his glassesthalialunacy on October 11th, 2009 07:38 pm (UTC)
Thank you, hon. I really appreciate it. <3
Roo: was it good for you?3_foot_6 on October 11th, 2009 07:37 pm (UTC)
this is not a thalia: Comics: Build Character Thru Perversitythalialunacy on October 11th, 2009 07:39 pm (UTC)

ty bb <3<3<3
takhallus: Karl Urbantakhallus on October 11th, 2009 07:45 pm (UTC)
Aw,lovely mix of hot and sweet, just like tea. I may also be sick and hallucinating. I wish Karl would bring me soup
this is not a thalia: BF: wiping his glassesthalialunacy on October 11th, 2009 09:31 pm (UTC)
Aww, I'm sorry bb! :smushes chicken soup through the screen:

Thank you for the comment, though! ^^
Courtneyladymamie09 on October 11th, 2009 10:01 pm (UTC)
That was wonderful. We need more from the Star Trek Traveling Circus.
this is not a thalia: CP: kirk plus tongue equal nguhnthalialunacy on October 11th, 2009 10:30 pm (UTC)
Teehee, I love Chris for coining that term, and we totally do! If only there was no school or work or reality. XB

Thank you for the nice comment, bb. <3
Stella: *glee!*misspearlygates on October 11th, 2009 10:08 pm (UTC)
Dude, this is so ridiculously hot. I'm really glad I didn't read it last week when I was sick, otherwise I would have been like "I'm sick; I have no Karl Urban sex; I don't even have any chicken soup. FML."

As it is, I am making this face: :D because "I…bought some tea" is the cutest thing ever.
this is not a thalia: Ravenclaw: Claw Consthalialunacy on October 12th, 2009 02:19 pm (UTC)
Eeee thank you! I read this comment over and over again, ngl. I'm so glad you liked that line, because I go 'aww' every time. ^^ <3<3<3
supasass: borkonaplanesupasass on October 11th, 2009 11:28 pm (UTC)
The sensation is heart-stopping, and his mouth opens but nothing comes out.

I think that's me at this moment. So glad to have the image of Chris Pine in low hanging pjs....
this is not a thalia: CP: kirk plus tongue equal nguhnthalialunacy on October 12th, 2009 02:20 pm (UTC)
Oh god I KNOW RIGHT. Unnnggg.

Glad I could be of service. ;)