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Did anyone say they needed some RPS?

Well, Sue gave me the "Fuck! print that shit!" or in layman's terms: the all-clear. Last bit of my DB/VK RPS, "It's Method. Fuck, No. It's Improv."

Thanks to crazydiamondsue for the beta and to sweptawaybayou for giving the prick of inspiration for this in the first place.

Rated F. For fuuuuuuck.

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PART FOUR

(Did you miss any?)
Part One
Part Two
Part Three

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When Vince walked, it was like his feet floated over the ground, like he weighed nothing. He had climbed out of the limo as soon as the car stopped, walked through the door and headed straight for the elevators without so much as a backward glance. When David walked, it was with the awareness and deliberateness of a predator. Eyes intent on the boy in front of him. His head swung side to side, watching for any interlopers.

David pulled the room key from his pocket and swiped it along the reader for the VIP elevator, leaned against the wall and lit a smoke as Vince walked inside and rested against the far wall.

"Hey - you're gonna set off the sprinklers or something."

David blew the smoke from the side of his mouth, walked in just before the doors shut, and touched the dry spot on his lip where his cigarette had been. "You gonna melt?"

Suddenly, Vince was unsure. He fiddled with his shirt hem, rested hands on the support bar, looked everywhere but at the large man smirking at him. The elevator stopped. David backed out. Vince didn't move. As the doors began closing again, David stuck his shoe in the track.

"Vince? Get out of the elevator."

"Fuck you, man. What the fuck? Are you just some kind of cock tease? What the hell, man?"

David held one hand out. "Vince. Get out of the fucking elevator."

Vince crossed his arms, ran a nervous hand in his hair, hooked his thumbs through his belt loops, stared at the ceiling with his legs bouncing. "This is bullshit."

David stood in the doorway now, hand still outstretched, "Baby. Get your fucking ass out of the elevator."

Vince looked straight ahead, chewed on the inside of his cheek, turned his head slightly and met dark brown eyes. "Go make me a drink," and walked past David, who gave a low chuckle.

"Yeah. Sure."

Vince stood at the door, trying to portray nonchalant coolness. David swiped the electronic key, opened the door, then grabbed Vince by the back of his neck and propelled him through the door and whirled him around. Vince felt the wind get knocked out of him as his back slammed against the shutting door. David's hands were at the boy's shirt, clawing the thin tee up, mouth at the boy's neck, tongue and lips working together.

"Are you gonna be mad all night? Did I hurt your feelings?" David used the moment's break to pull the shirt over Vince's head; the tee got caught on an elbow, pulled longish hair across the boy's baby-face. Vince laid his head back against the door, the screw holding up the "In Case of Fire" sign digging into his hair. He turned his head sideways, offering his neck.

"Quit being an ass."

David slid his hands down thin arms, circled his hands around delicate wrists, threw Vince's hands up high over his head, then collected them in one, strong hand. David took a step back, used his free hand to rip the button-fly undone on Vince's baggy, worn-out jeans. "I'm being an ass?"

David pressed his chest into the boy's rib-cage, breathed warmly into Vince's ear. "An ass? Did I hurt your feelings?"

Vince shifted his hips, letting his jeans fall to the floor, and arched his back. David licked and bit a trail down the sinewy muscle in Vince's neck.

"Doesn't feel like you're mad at me. Look at me, boy."

Vince opened his eyes and tried to not blink. Tried to keep them open as a strong, calloused hand made its way down the light dusting of hair at Vince's navel. As fingertips wriggled and tugged at soft, brown curls. As strong and long fingers lightly traced the thick vein on his cock.

"Vince? Are you gonna stay mad at me all night?"

Vince licked his lips and rocked his hips forward.

"Vince? What would you like, baby? Is there something you want?"

Vince muttered under his breath, closed his eyes and licked his lips again. David leaned in and rubbed his lips back and forth across the boy's mouth, then whispered, "I can't hear you. What. Do. You. Want." Vince tried to pull his hands free, but David kept them high overhead. To make up for the pain, David's free hand began to pull, twist, caress down below. "Tell me. Maybe I'll do it. If you tell me."

Vince opened his eyes, rested his forehead on David's cheekbone and muttered, "I want you to suck me off."

David chuckled and released the boy's hands while sinking to his knees. He pushed Vince's hips back hard against the door and took the boy's cock deep in his throat all in one fell swoop. Vince shuddered against the door and used his useless hands to hold himself up up by resting them on David's head. David pulled back, licked his lips, and took the boy into his mouth again, twisting his head side to side, and sucking so hard his cheeks hollowed.

Vince's legs were turning into jelly. David was now holding him up to the door with his forearms against sharp hipbones; David's hands criss-crossed at Vince's navel. Vince was rocking back and forth, mouth open, gasping, hair hiding his face. Vince tugged at David's hair, then splayed his hands across David's skull as the older man deep-throated him, licked the head of his cock, swirled his tongue over and around then stroked the underside as he deep-throated him again. And again.

Just when Vince thought he would either come or go blind, David leaned back on his feet, held on to Vince's hips, then pushed the boy back to the bed. Vince collapsed on the bed, dazed, hips still rocking back and forth, eyes heavy-lidded and face confused.

"Wha -? Hey."

David had pulled a condom out of his pocket, unzipped his pants, and was stroking himself. Rolled the condom on. Continued stroking himself as he swaggered to the bedside. "You know what you're going to do for me? You're going to bite down on a pillow or something and keep that scream in that we both know is coming." He pounded a bit of lotion into the flat of his hand, continued stroking himself, climbed onto the bed on his knees.

"You know what? Fuck it. I want to hear you scream. Can you do that for me, baby?"

Vince was slowing coming out of his fog, but it was too late. David had flipped the boy onto his belly, grabbed hip bones and propped Vince up on his knees. With his right hand, David pushed down on Vince's shoulders, driving the boy's face into the pillows, used his left hand to guide himself. Slowly and steady, he pushed forward. Vince groaned into the pillows.

"Vince... ah. Fuck."

David snaked his hand to the boy's nape and pulled him up. Let his hand rub small, sweet patterns onto the creamy flesh of the boy's back. Pulled almost completely out, swivled his hips in a circle and then pushed in deep and hard. Vince let out a strangled cry.

"Vince. Baby, what did I say?"

David pushed harder this time, so hard that his glutes bounced with the effort. Vince gave out a yelp. David leaned over and kissed the boy's spine with reverence.

"Fuck, yes."

David was now pounding into him, fingertips digging into sensitive flesh over hip bone. Vince leaned back, forcing David to sit back on his heels, and began to thrust downward, bounced up, thrust down. Vince reached back with his hands and held on to David's neck. "Touch me"

"No."

David pushed Vince back down into the bed, both hands pushing on his back, tendons and muscles standing out on his arms with the effort of holding the boy down, and began grinding and twisting and pounding into Vince. He growled and grunted, thrust in one last time, shuddered with his orgasm, then moved in and out slowly as the last of the spasms faded away. He pulled out, moved his hands off the boy and to the sides of Vince's shoulders. Nudged long hair away from a gasping mouth with his nose, and placed a tender kiss on the edge of Vince's full mouth.

Vince rolled over slowly. David didn't move. Vince's face was white with anger. David tilted his head and kissed the boy's mouth before he had time to turn his head. Kissed the boy's neck when he did turn his head. Felt the boy's erection still throbbing against his belly.

David rolled to his back, rested his head on his arms, closed his eyes, and with a smile said, "There. Now I won't hear Joss tell me about the sexual tension between us. Now you can hate me."

Vince rolled over to the edge of the bed, scrubbed his head in his hands while hunched over, trying to hide, regain some dignity.

"Thanks for the ride. You can stay if you want. I guess."

David pulled the condom off with one hand and tossed it towards the waste basket, not caring if it made it or not. Vince sat still, trying not to shake with anger, shame, or reach around and fucking throttle the asshole laying behind him. That Method mother fucker. He slowly stood and tried to get all of his clothes in one grab. Tried to get them on as quickly as possible. Tried to shrink into the floor.

David let out a bone-cracking yawn. "You still here? Hey. That was really good. I'll be sure to let Jimmy know. He's been asking."

Vince clamped down on the rage building up inside of him. Slid into his clothing. Grabbed his cell and wallet off the entry-way table. Bit back a retort that would only make him seem more vulnerable and petty than he already felt. Decided on the way out to a cab that Monday's fight session would be a bit different. He was going to beat the living shit out of David in rehearsal and love every minute of it.

Comments

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bitchygrrl
Jul. 13th, 2005 10:49 am (UTC)
Your RPS Brings All the Girls To the Yard
See I was taking a break from my latest EM/HC, trying my hand at smut. I said, lets see what Stoney's up to. I saw more rps with DB/VK and I was like "YES!!" Damn, woman. Damn good smut, and hot. Now I feel woefully inadequate. *bangs head on desk* Poor little VK he must "suffer" for his art. But suffering suits him so very well. Your RPS is like crack.
*gives you cheesecake* I may make a mean cheesecake.
stoney321
Jul. 13th, 2005 10:57 am (UTC)
BWAH!
This is my first attempt at cracktastic fic... Well, let me change that. This is my first attempt at crack-like RPS. I'm SO HAPPY you liked it. WHEEEEE!!

Cheesecake? *puts on bib*
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sweptawaybayou
Jul. 13th, 2005 10:52 am (UTC)
*blinks*

*chokes*

*dies*

STONEY!!!!!111! You have killed me. I can't even think. I can't breathe. I can't ... ACK! YOU CAN'T END IT LIKE THIS!!!!111!!ELEVENTYJILLION!!!!!!!

Damn, baby. If I didn't love you as much as I already do? I'd drive to Texas right now and either slap you or kiss you. Or both. And I would bring cake, you know, to go along with the Tequila.

I still can't breathe. I still love you. Happy endings? We don't need no stinkin' happy endings.

*crawls off into a corner and weeps*
stoney321
Jul. 13th, 2005 10:55 am (UTC)
How about a slap and a tickle? Followed by body shots?
HEEEE!!!!

Baby. Honey. Lover-bum. This is just the end of THIS one.

:-D

*cackles*
*loves you EVERYWHERE you'll let me*
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ladycat777
Jul. 13th, 2005 10:56 am (UTC)
Jesus christ. I wasn't expecting that ending -- and god, does it work perfectly. *is speechless at the brilliance*
stoney321
Jul. 13th, 2005 10:58 am (UTC)
Heh heh.

*sings*
I got Ladycat to read....

*preens*
aimeelicious
Jul. 13th, 2005 11:03 am (UTC)
Um...hello? Anybody home? Holy fuck, my mind is gone!

This is hot and evil and it better not be over yet.

*has spoken*
stoney321
Jul. 13th, 2005 11:23 am (UTC)
Okay, you? You I like.

I think that THIS portion of the mind-fuck is over.

But I don't think I'll be leaving these two alone just yet.

Better?
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stoney321
Jul. 13th, 2005 11:23 am (UTC)
Nasty tasty... I like the sound of that.

WHEEE!! I'm so glad I've corrupted you. I mean, entertained you.
:-D
crayonbreakygal
Jul. 13th, 2005 11:25 am (UTC)
**guh**

I'm speechless. Totally speechless. Poor Vince. He really does need to beat the shit out of David and fast.

Can we say "sequel" people?

*begs, begs*
stoney321
Jul. 13th, 2005 11:26 am (UTC)
Wheee!!! I'm so glad my friends have come out to play. And watch the boys torture each other...
spikendru
Jul. 13th, 2005 11:52 am (UTC)
And they say JM is the method actor . . .

Damn, girl, this definitely needs a sequel, in which David does "let Jimmy know" and Jimmy and Vince have their own little romp, with Vince holding onto the seething rage/tension that David engendered . . .
stoney321
Jul. 13th, 2005 12:55 pm (UTC)
Awww, look at your sad little Vinnie in your icon.. He needs some hard, raw fuckingcuddling, don't you think??

:-D
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stoney321
Jul. 13th, 2005 12:56 pm (UTC)
I'm TERRIBLE. And you LOVE it.

I think he needs to stew for a bit. Season 4 was a looooong shoot. :-D

Hi, Anne!! *hugs you*
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stoney321
Jul. 13th, 2005 02:10 pm (UTC)
PUNCH AND PIE!!! [/Cartman]
I believe it was 16 point Arial, but I could be wrong. :-D

I just love the idea (as I said to you in email) of an asshole David, taking the whole "learning his craft" thing to a completely new level, and Vincent being a drugged out, femmy, needy type that ISN'T ultimately a queen. Aaaaaand we'll explore THAT element in the next round.

Everyone else gets punch and pie. You? You get a cake pony. With sprinkles!

(I was just carousing over at your eljay, reading all of your good fb from your awesome fics. JEAL-OUS. :-D You're so popular. With good reason.)
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robanybody
Jul. 13th, 2005 04:36 pm (UTC)
You know that really good slash that makes you feel light-headed and breathless and flushed with emotion when you're finished reading it? This is it right here. Your David is a gorgeous, dangerous *bastard*, and you write him in such a way that I can actually believe it.

I'll be sure to let Jimmy know. He's been asking.

ajfldlskdkfsfk!!! *mote of JOY*

I cannot believe that I'm reading VK slash and lusting over loving it. You are so fantabulous!
stoney321
Jul. 13th, 2005 05:45 pm (UTC)
I'm going to cross-stitch this fb onto a pillow in hopes of having SWEET DREAMS. Which will then inspire me to write more wrongness for you.

The wheel? Keeps on turning.

THANK YOU!!
tabaqui
Jul. 13th, 2005 05:09 pm (UTC)
Caught all this up.
WHaaaaaa!!!
Jayzus.
*bounce*
Nasty stuff, bay-bee.
:)
stoney321
Jul. 13th, 2005 05:46 pm (UTC)
Miss Stoney if it's nasty.

Uh... I don't think I'm using that right...

THANKS!!
*slaps that ass*
spankspike
Jul. 13th, 2005 06:51 pm (UTC)
Oh I so did not see this coming - I thought it would go somewhere else entirely.

"Thanks for the ride. You can stay if you want. I guess."

OMFG - what a bastard - can anyone say Angelus? God knows I can!

That was really good. I'll be sure to let Jimmy know. He's been asking."

Yes, do let Jimmy know because he needs to join them so badly - in fact he's already joining them in my own fantasy!

*Do not attempt to argue - just kneel, bow your head, and whisper "Yes, Mistress Spanks.*

*Oh and I'm friending you whether you like it or not - don't want to miss any RPS crack, I'll get the shakes. Again just say "Yes Mistress Spanks and friend me back." (Pretty (with lots of pouts) please!)*

stoney321
Jul. 13th, 2005 09:05 pm (UTC)
Sue said the same thing about the ending being a sucker-punch. I figured it was obvious. That just blows me away! In a totally good, $100 dollar-whore way, of course. :-D

Friend away! I'm slow to friend back, but I eventually end up there... I see my "flist" as a reading list, so it's nothing personal. Three kids, RL... lots of stuff takes my time, you know?

I'm so grateful that you stuck with me and this isn't your OTP! you rule!
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hellziggy
Jul. 13th, 2005 08:07 pm (UTC)
Vince reached back with his hands and held on to David's neck. "Touch me"

"No."


Write more DB RPS! Please?
stoney321
Jul. 13th, 2005 09:06 pm (UTC)
Okay. Okay. That's my FAVORITE part in the whole thing and you are the ONLY one who lifted it. WOOT!!

So glad you dug it tootsie pie!!
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winterlive
Jul. 13th, 2005 11:06 pm (UTC)
AUGH!

AUGH!

OH MY GOD, STONEY, YOU FUCKER!

I love you like the flowers love the rain.
stoney321
Jul. 14th, 2005 06:25 am (UTC)
Well, I MISS you like the deserts miss the rain.

*cackles with GLEE*
Yeah? Woot!

*bakes you a pony cake*
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mona1347
Jul. 14th, 2005 01:45 pm (UTC)
:-O
"There. Now I won't hear Joss tell me about the sexual tension between us. Now you can hate me. . .Thanks for the ride. You can stay if you want. I guess."

[...]

That Method mother fucker.


Oh NOW I get the title!! You sneaky sneaky thing, you.

Awesome. So awesome. I will never view any Connor-Angel interaction in the same way again. GodDAMN. *wipes sweat off my brow* You've permanently stained my mind with this RPS stuff you kids are into these days... :-D
stoney321
Jul. 14th, 2005 07:23 pm (UTC)
Hee to your icon!!!
I tried to be sneaky, but then, I think I'm not very good at that and that it was obvious how it was going... *scratches head*

So, SO glad you liked and stuck with me!!

Us kids are into the booze and the slang and the celebrity bottom-loving. Wheee!! Come play!
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lynnenne
Jul. 14th, 2005 07:48 pm (UTC)
OMG, your David is such a bastard. *pets poor Vinnie* This was really well done. Kudos.
viciouswishes
Jul. 16th, 2005 02:39 pm (UTC)
Yowzah. That was great.
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somecandytalkin
Jul. 17th, 2005 03:23 pm (UTC)
::waves::
Oh Ho! That was just abso-frickin-loootely wondrous.
My computer screen and my heart are both all on fire with the hot smutty nasty gorgeous, Gorgeous.

I am in lust all ovah again. For you!
And for your glorious RPS.

And I never did mention, that icon? Is, you know, Terry Southern's book, Miss O.P.E.
brandil
Jul. 31st, 2006 07:55 pm (UTC)
evil

genius

stoney321
Jul. 31st, 2006 08:12 pm (UTC)
How much do I love that you put your money where your mouth is? How about you put something else there?

*bares chest* Rawr.
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