Unbeta'd, which means I welcome comments/beta-remarks.
Paring: Vincent Kartheiser/Jake Gyllenhaal - overtones of Jake/Heath
Rating: Hard R
Summary: Jake shows up to a party and invites a friend - Heath is nowhere to be found.
Disclaimer: I make no money off this stuff, and generally lose friends when I post. Also I may be going bald, and my leg is lame. Quite possibly the people in this fic enjoy the pleasures of the flesh, but this is all made up for my enjoyment.
It was a secret address to a secret party based on an unreleased album, and no one was allowed in without the card. Jake had the card. Heath had the card. Heath was not going - he was a father now and took the job seriously. Jake asked if he could give it to someone else. Heath had held the phone close to his ear struggling to say something, and then quietly agreed to have it dropped off.
Jake rubbed the skin under his shirt collar, grabbed his jacket, jammed the card in his pocket and pulled out his cell. His assistant was waiting downstairs with a car.
"I'm on my way. I'll meet you inside."
Jake worked his way through three beers on the drive and got a perfect pull on one label. As the limo waited in line to get to the entrance of the party and the requisite security checks, he wadded up the sticky paper into tiny balls with his thumb and forefinger and flicked them out the window, brow resting on the cold frame of the glass. His sister and Peter wouldn't be there. He wasn't sure who would be at this party, but he knew that if he didn't turn up to the party of the year, he may not get invited to any more, and that meant fewer jobs. Plus, it would be good for Vinnie to circulate with this crowd. Just because you were art-house and theater cool... well it didn't mean dick in Hollywood. Out of sight, out of mind.
Too bad that wasn't the case in real life. Not with Jake, at any rate. Michelle had looked beautiful tonight. He really liked her, too. That was why Vinnie got the card. He was tired of his stomach being twisted up, filled with writhing snakes every time he saw Heath and smelled milk on his shoulder. Or when Jake smelled the scent of baby lotion on Heath's hands.
A valet held the door open for him. Custom-fit uniform, hat tilted over one eye. Damn. A line of matched valets stretched down the long, curved drive and funk poured out over the speakers. Jake sighed, jammed his hands into his pockets and made his way up the walk, handed over his card, which was run through a machine to check for forgeries, and was waved inside.
"Jesus Chr-," he muttered under his breath. Anyone and everyone that was associated with the music biz, with Young Hollywood, with Old School was here. A DJ on the opposite side of the pool was spinning tunes - not Elijah, it seemed. The party was apparently being held by Prince, which explained why all there was heightened security and funky music. The man was notoriously reclusive. E and Rosanna Arquette had apparently not impressed The Artist. The DJ was a cool looking black woman with a massive 'fro, torn t-shirt, velvet pants and dangerously high heels. And she was good.
Too many people. He wandered through the throngs of people with a phony smile plastered to his face. The music was loud and pulsed against his chest, making it hard to breathe. A strobe light distorted everyone's faces into plaster masks swooping in and arcing back out of view. The house was to the left - maybe there was a quiet spot where he could watch the entrance. There were more people inside, but it was quieter. People were trying to make deals away from the music. Mostly "jobs" that required no scripts, from the look of some of the old men with comb-overs and the hungry girls just trying to make it in showbiz anyway they could.
Jake kept his head down, face tilted towards the wall. He didn't want to give the impression that he was available for any leeches tonight. He found a door that led back outside; it seemed that the only places that were private were the bedrooms. Wouldn't do to hide out in one of those. Not yet, anyway. A few starlets that all looked the same - small high tits and bleached hair, hyper-thin bodies - tried to rub up against him and tell him how beautiful he was, how pretty and blue his eyes were, and - most importantly - what was his next project and were there any female roles left to cast? He forced a light, easy laugh, said they'd have to check with their agents, he didn't know, and pulled one adventurous girl's hand from the front of his pants and faded backwards into the crowd.
It would be quieter behind the DJ booth. There were large trees and a high, concrete security wall there and not any people. He pushed his way through the crowd, waved hello with his half-empty beer to a few faces he knew, flashed his thousand-watt grin and slipped behind a large pine tree where he could easily see the gate where the guests entered. He cursed himself for not having thought to grab a fresh beer before hiding out. Two hands slipped around his waist and lightly rubbed up his chest.
"I could be anyone."
Jake smiled a slow grin, rested his cheek against the cold concrete wall and lightly ran his hand over the one currently unbuttoning his shirt.
"When did you get here?"
"About five minutes before you, I think. I made my way back here - the DJ is fucking good, man, she even knew some of the New York bands that don't even have albums yet. I figured you'd make it here eventually."
Jake turned around and leaned back against the wall, reached up overhead, mouth open as he rested the empty bottle on the ledge high above him and almost out of reach. His shirt front puckered open as he did that. Warm lips kissed the hard center of his breast bone, long, soft hair tickled his skin. Jake held to the rough edge of the wall with just his fingertips and his eyes closed.
The flat of Vinnie's hand rested at the base of Jake's ribcage and slid the shirt open more, his fingers curling up in the soft material of the shirt to keep it open. His tongue circled the small, dark areole, lips teased the few curly hairs that dusted Jake's chest, and Jake let his hands drop, one to Vinnie's shoulder to hold him close, and the other to comb through longish hair, to rub and massage the hard bone of his skull. Vinnie closed his mouth around one nipple and gently sucked the hard tip in between his teeth, rolling it around a bit.
Jake grabbed his shoulders and hauled him up against his body, buried his hands in Vinnie's hair and crushed their mouths together. Vinnie pulled back with a laugh. "No foreplay? This ain't the movies, Jake. I have all night."
Jake sighed, closed his eyes, and slumped back against the wall. Vinnie slid his parted mouth along Jake's long neck, exhaled and whispered in his ear, "Not very encouraging, J." He nibbled under Jake's ear, sucked softly and asked, "Want me to quit?"
Jake reached out, hooked his fingers in Vinnie's waist band, and tugged him forward to stand between Jake's legs. Jake didn't speak, just slid the flat of his hands under the back waistband of Vinnie's pants and gripped his backside firmly, rubbing their bodies together. Jake rested his forehead against Vinnie's neck, fingers massaging and kneading the thick muscle of Vinnie's ass. Jake choked out quietly, "Just... shhh. And... be nice. I need you to be nice to me."
Vinnie crossed his arms behind Jake's head, dipped and tilted his face to meet Jake's mouth, teased Jake's full lower lip with his, sucked it in between his teeth, rubbed and caressed and teased and kissed and licked, small breathy sounds escaping as he did so. Vinnie traced the curve of Jake's eyebrow with his finger, kissed thick, sooty lashes that rested on Jake's cheek. Lightly stroked temples with his thumbs and reverentially kissed Jake again and again. Blue eyes opened, blinked once, twice, coarse fingertips rested on Vinnie's full red mouth. Jake mouthed, "thank you."
Now Vinnie rested his forehead on Jake's neck. Nuzzled as his hands lightly traced the hard lines of Jake's chest under his half-opened shirt. Jake nipped at Vinnie's neck, suckled where his neck and shoulder met and smiled around the red mark, stopping just before it would bruise. Jake let his hands dance lightly over Vinnie's torso, slowly working their way down to a zipper, traced the long outline and held his breath. Slid the flat of his palm down the long length, fingertips cupping just underneath and let out his breath. Vinnie pulled back, casually flipped his hair out of his eyes, and cocked an eyebrow. Jake took Vinnie's hand from inside his shirt and placed it on the bulge of his pocket. Vinnie laughed, reached in, and pulled out a small tube.
Jake unbuttoned his pants and let them slide down to mid-thigh and pulled Vinnie back for a bruising kiss, mouthed, "Need you. Something. Please." Vinnie used one hand to unbuckle his belt, then his pants and let them slide down a bit. Took both of them in hand and stroked the silken skin against each other. He caught Jake's earlobe in his teeth gently. "Pour some on us." He smiled. "My hands are kinda busy."
They both sucked in air as the cool liquid coated them, and Jake's hiss turned into a moan as a large, warm hand quickly heated him up. Jake turned around, braced his forearms on the cold concrete, and rested his head on them. He looked underneath his arm at Vinnie, who was stroking himself. Vinnie reached out with slick fingers and rubbed Jake, slipped a finger between the cleft of Jake's backside and circled, teased, entered and pulled up slightly. Jake pushed back against the pressure and was rewarded with two fingers slipping in, tugging up, pressing down, twisting, as well as full, soft lips hovering over his shoulder blade. Vinnie's hair tickled his back. Vinnie rested his cheek against Jake's smooth skin and slipped himself between Jake's thighs, stroking back and forth, exhaling brokenly as the curly hairs of Jake's thighs tickled his sensitive skin.
He arched upwards into tighter flesh, and pushed forward slowly, waiting for Jake to unclench and relax. Vinnie ran his hands down Jake's sides, then up his taut belly and chest to hold the front of his shoulders and pull down a bit. Jake let out his breath and pushed back, then grunted as Vinnie tried to push himself in entirely.
"Too much, it's too much, hang on - fuuuck-"
Vinnie let go of Jake's shoulders and pulled out slightly. He needed to be covered. He needed more, but he didn't want to hurt Jake. He rested his hands on the large dimples on either side of Jake's ass and pushed them together. He just needed to be covered. Jake shifted his feet and bent over more at the waist, his feet crushing pine needles on the floor. The scent was fresh and clean smelling.
Jake left one forearm on the wall, pressed his temple against his wrist, and took himself in hand while Vinnie slowly twisted and pushed and pulled out and pushed back in against the rough friction of Jake's ass. Jake pumped faster, without finesse. Vinnie was moving faster, was getting caught up in his building orgasm and let go of Jake's ass, fingers digging in to the ropey muscle that criss-crossed the front of Jake's hip and thrust in deeper and deeper, warm and tight and hot and good and there were white lights at the corner of his vision and he needed more and his hand covered Jake's hand while it pumped and Jake gave out a strangled cry and hot liquid coated their hands and made a small sound, but Vinnie only heard the soft gasp and the pained, "fuck!" and that was all he needed and his fingers couldn't hold any tighter, and he vaguely thought that he should say sorry but he was coming and Jake was so hot and tight around him and was pushing back and whispering his name and he jerked for a minute, breath tight in his chest, then let out in a rush, and he rested his cheek against Jake's back and kissed softly and held him close for a second before Jake pushed him back and turned around.
Vinnie blinked stupidly for a second, still unable to think clearly as Jake bent down, sitting on his heels, and wiped his hand on the grass. Vinnie made to pull up his pants, but Jake stopped his hand and kissed the tender flesh where groin and thigh and belly meet, then stood.
"I saw a bathroom off the kitchen - like, the kind with just a sink and a toilet? There shouldn't be anyone in there. No one likes to snort blow or fuck by a kitchen at these things. It's weird."
Vinnie let out a breathy laugh, pulled his clothes together. "It's because all the old men hang around the food. No one wants to be altered and have some old geezer try and fuck you with cheese on his breath."
Jake whispered, "come 'ere," and pulled Vinnie in for a tight hug, dusted his cheek and neck with kisses and held him for a minute.
"Thanks for coming."
"Oh, man, are you kidding me with that?"
Jake realized the joke and laughed. "Fuck you."
"Just did." Huge grin. "Gimmie a bit and I can again."
A hungry need bloomed in Jake's chest, eyes smoldered. "Not here, though. We got lucky. You should come by this week. You have my number. I, uh, I need to clean up and make the rounds or my agent'll kill me, you know? Give me... give me a half hour and come look for me. I'll introduce you to people, cool?"
Vinnie took a step back, leaned against a tree, and pulled a crushed pack of smokes out of his pocket and lit up. "Yeah. I'll just hang out here a bit more, 'kay? Like I said," he exhaled a long stream of smoke out of the corner of his mouth, "I have all night."
Jake walked away, slipped back into the crowd of people and Vinnie smoked halfway through his pack, wondering if he should call or just head back to New York, and if Jake would notice he'd left.
Quick thanks to everyone who offered sympathy for my stupidness yesterday. 10 hours of sleep and ibuprofen did the trick. Thanks.