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So THAT'S why I was pissy. Gotcha.

Apparently I needed to get the following ficlet out. And the porn is not helping all the way. *curses Mr. Stoney's travel schedule*

It's baddirtywrongRPS, but I just can't help myself. I'm all about the VK pr0n lately.

Title: Slag Heap - Private Lessons
Author: Me
Pairing: James/Vincent (I know! I can't help it. My fevered brain says it's TWUUU!)
Rating: if it was fair, R. MPAA would say NC-17
Summary: You know that play VK is starring in on Broadway come (snerk) April? James is soooo proud of his boy. And James is method, so he'd want VK to have a few "prostitute-esque" moments to feed from.
Disclaimer: You shouldn't believe anything I say. Especially when I say I own these people. Hell, they don't even own themselves.

Slag Heap - Private Lessons

He always felt like was going to wet himself right before the curtain went up. Other people got butterflies, he felt like taking a piss. He jumped up and down while he waited in the wings, feeding off the buzzing from the audience taking their seats.

Where is he?

Vincent scanned the crowd looking for James. He looked towards the aisle seats - James would want his presence known. He liked to feign surprise at being recognized but Vinnie knew better. There. Vinnie stretched his neck out as far as he could without letting the audience see him. James was sitting about nine rows back from center, on the end, legs sprawled and sticking out into the aisle.

Ass. Vinnie grinned to himself and felt his heart rate slow. The lights dimmed. He got into place for his entrance from stage left. He heard his cue and walked out. The strong lights hit his face and he couldn't see beyond the stage. He didn't want to. He began.


The cast was humming, singing, talking too loudly - still using their stage voices. Vinnie sat in his chair, unable to see his whole reflection in the mirror to remove his makeup. A large vase filled with lilies (star-gazer), asters, ferns, and gladiolas dominated the small table in front of him. He held the accompanying note with one hand, a tissue stained with mascara and part of his lipstick in the other.

Out back. Right after. You're a star. Did you know? -J

Vinnie put the card into his duffel under the makeup table. He stood and made for the restroom, accepting hand claps to his back, nodded thanks to his castmates, and slipped out the back door to the alley. James was waiting. James knelt down and stuck a pebble in the door frame so Vinnie wouldn't be locked out. Vinnie crossed his arms and leaned against the cool brick wall. "What did you think?"

James smirked. "Fucking brilliant. Did you see me?"

"Yeah. Saw you before I went on stage. Got the flowers."

"Figured. You're here, right?"

A few beats of silence. Vinnie began to wonder why they were here. He started to get nervous. He looked down at his shoes and James moved in, mouth hot and urgent. James took Vinnie's hands and raised them up and against the brick wall, crotch grinding against belly. James breathed against his ear, whispering, "You're a star. Fucking star," and let his hands wander up the boy's shirt.

Vinnie dropped his hands to his pants and undid his laces, allowing his pants to fall to his knees. He pushed James away slightly, took himself in his own hand, stroked himself and said, "Do it. Make it nice, Jay."

James got onto his knees, ignoring the crunch of the pebbles and broken glass on the concrete. One hand snaked around to cup Vinnie's ass, the other splayed flat against the trimmed curls above Vinnie's erection, thumb lifting it up into James' mouth. James licked its length and drew it in noisily into his mouth, knowing Vinnie liked to hear himself being sucked off.

Vinnie began rocking back and forth into James' wet mouth, while James let his right hand reach under to cup Vinnie's balls, letting his long middle finger relax and stroke the soft skin behind them, almost penetrating the boy's tight hole. Vinnie's eyes were squeezed shut. He liked to hear, not see. He relaxed his fists and stopped pounding the wall, letting his fingers grip the brown curls James had finally let grow.

James sucked him hard and deep into his throat, paying special attention to the underside of the head with his tongue. The cool air made clouds out of Vinnie's moans and gasps. He felt himself ready to blow, and his legs began to tremble. Without missing a beat, James nudged his shoulder under Vinnie's leg to hold his slight weight. Vinnie fell over, holding on to his lover's head, cradling it, and cried out "Baby, fuck... God, yes."

As Vinnie caught his breath, James ran his hands up and down the backs of the boy's thighs, eyes shut and cheek pressed against belly.

"You coming tomorrow?"

I now have bumblebee socks on, and a pink smoothie. It is now impossible for me to remain in a bad mood.



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Mar. 15th, 2005 09:21 am (UTC)
Oooh. Nasty and naughty.
Mar. 15th, 2005 10:27 am (UTC)
Hee! Thank you. That's exactly what I was going for. Whee!
Mar. 15th, 2005 09:39 am (UTC)
Bumblebee socks and hot Jinnie RPS! Yum.

(I recommend purple knickers, too. I often take solace from the Purple Knickers of Happiness.)
Mar. 15th, 2005 10:27 am (UTC)
Ah, yes. Fun britches. I got a hot! Hooray!
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Mar. 15th, 2005 09:59 am (UTC)
Eeeeeee! Just the thing this morning. Plus also too, bumblebee socks!
Mar. 15th, 2005 10:31 am (UTC)
Wheee! Bumblebee socks make me happy: yellow, thick, happy-making.

Mar. 15th, 2005 10:01 am (UTC)
Oooh. Bumblebee socks!
I've got purple socks w/green frogs on them!
Mar. 15th, 2005 10:16 am (UTC)
I, um, was going to say something, but I got distracted by this icon, here. ::points upward::

::drools on keyboard::
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Mar. 15th, 2005 10:36 am (UTC)
That was so steamy. I think, I need to go take a cold shower.
Mar. 15th, 2005 11:00 am (UTC)
Really? Thanks. I have been afeared that my smut-o-tron was broken.
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Mar. 15th, 2005 10:51 am (UTC)
Ooooh...that was good, clean fun! Well, it was good fun, at any rate. Very descriptive ;D
Mar. 15th, 2005 11:00 am (UTC)
I saw good in there. I'm hanging on to that, mm'kay? :-)
Mar. 15th, 2005 11:17 am (UTC)
Mar. 15th, 2005 11:46 am (UTC)
*scoops up pieces*
*puts in attractive basket with sage to mask cooked brain smell*
*makes elaborate bow to mask the goo pouring out of basket*
Mar. 15th, 2005 11:55 am (UTC)
That was HAWT!

*scoops melty brains back in head and tries for small semblance of intelligence* And lovely descriptions!
Mar. 15th, 2005 01:04 pm (UTC)
Every time I see your name in my inbox, I get happy. Did you know that? If I win the lottery, I'm making you my bitch so I can hear from you more.

I'm working on icons for the Connor as the star of my Annie: the Musical parody. Whee!! Child prostitution is FUNNY.
Mar. 15th, 2005 12:07 pm (UTC)
That was so dirtybadwrong. And kinda hot. I don't think your smut writing is broken at all.
Mar. 15th, 2005 01:05 pm (UTC)
Hee! 10Q! I saw you posted some fic, as well. I need to download a bunch of stuff for my late night reading pleasure...
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Mar. 15th, 2005 01:07 pm (UTC)
Man, if my cousin wasn't getting married, I would be using the AA miles, to be sure. There is a big group going, that I know. If I went? I'd sneak out before the end of the third act and wait in the shadows of the alley to see JM show up to congratulate VK.

Because I have seen the future, Anne. (Composing an email to you now...)
Mar. 15th, 2005 01:02 pm (UTC)
Whooo! Yummalicious, bay-bee!
You are really on a roll!

And what, if I may be so bold as to ask, is the personal kink?
Wall sex? VK heeemself? Hot hot 'special attention'?

Way hot, either way. And you don't have to tell:)
Mar. 15th, 2005 01:09 pm (UTC)
Dude, I have been walking down the valley of the shadow of... smut.

Personal kink: theater sex, alley sex, BJs in general, VK as a child prostitute (his character in the play), um, weakened by good blow jobs that he might fall over, uh... stage makeup on boys...

*fans self*

And it has NOTHING to do with me being in theater for 13 years. Nope.
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Mar. 15th, 2005 02:17 pm (UTC)
Tension breaker - had to be done. Hee!
Mar. 15th, 2005 03:10 pm (UTC)
MarySues for a moment
Ahhh! My name is Vinnie!! That is so cool!
Of course, in my case it isn't short for 'Vincent' and I have no penis and James did not blow me in the back alley after my stellar performance, but still! Love-loved it.
*pets the pretty RPS (that has my NAME in it!!!)*
Mar. 15th, 2005 03:17 pm (UTC)
Re: MarySues for a moment
Dude, I talked to Sue on the phone today and said I wrote RPS about Vinnie and she freaked. I finished my sentence and she felt better. "Don't write smut about my RL friends, Stoney!" HEE!!

And it's official: my flist is pervs. No real smut last night, not many readers. Pervy RL stuff and you FLOCK. Ha ha!! I like imagining I am more important that I really am.

I'm trying to find the appropriate base for the following quote: My body eats yo smitin' like GRITS. Or perhaps: My body EATS bullets, bitch! Because I'm hard and from the 'hood.
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Mar. 15th, 2005 03:19 pm (UTC)
Oh my fucking GOD.

May I have this for Glitter, pretty please???

Oh. My. God.

Also? VK in a Hard Cock Life icon- there is no bad there.

Even Connor agrees- look at that tongue.
Mar. 15th, 2005 03:34 pm (UTC)
<- I'm pretending to be sad about a life of prostitution
Connor likes is sloppy and noisy. I mean, VK does. I mean I do. Shit. What? That whole tongue thing and naked Vk is making my brain not work.

Yep, thanks, and guh.
Mar. 15th, 2005 04:06 pm (UTC)
I have been waiting to read this ALL DAY! *dead*

And it does not disappoint. Omg, I love this. I think I need to go catch my breath now.

Mar. 15th, 2005 05:14 pm (UTC)
Oh, man, for real? Thanks, swm!

He just WANTS someone to hurt him. To hurt him until he cries. And when he cries, he gets comforted. And then fucked. Because it will make him hurt more.

*lays down with cloth over eyes*
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Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.

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