Title: "All We Are Saying..." Pairing: Karl Urban/Viggo Mortensen Rating: PG Summary: Karl doesn't much care. Neither does Viggo. Disclaimer: Yes, they were in bed together. No, I'm sure nothing happened. Fiction, not real. Notes: Drabble for Becca. "Why can't we be making love Nice and easy?" -- John Lennon "No one's going to believe we're not doing anything now," Karl remarked, head comfortably resting on Viggo's shoulder as the photographer fiddled with his camera. "Do you care?" Karl shrugged, shifted closer, dry hand finding Viggo's under the sheet. "Nope. You?" Viggo glanced down at him, eyes crinkling with amused affection. "When have I ever cared?" he asked, nuzzling the fine hairs behind Karl's ear. "Viggo..." "Let them wonder." Hot breath puffed on Karl's neck. "I'm the one who has you." Karl twisted, palms flat on either side of Viggo's head. "Yes, you do." Neither noticed the photographer's discreet exit. If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks!