Laura Stone (stoney321) wrote,
Laura Stone

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Isn't it time for more RPS?

Yeah, I'd say it was JUST about time. First off, happy birthday to the lovely jolielaide. I hope you and Wit have a great day (weekend) together and that life is good to you.

And I'll just say that this bit has baddirtywrong and gratuitous celebrity name dropping, which makes me happy. Hope it does the same for you. :-D

For sweptawaybayou, as always, because these are her boys, too.

WARNING:RPS: David Boreanaz/Vincent Kartheiser, drug use, bad language, they don't dot their "i's" - you know: naughty things.

Continues from h e r e

Through his drug induced haze, Vince had images flashing behind his eyes like a strobe light. Stumbling back through the club. Hands everywhere David would let him touch. Falling into their car. At one point he stood up, head through the sunroof like a goddamned tourist laughing. Cheek resting on the cool metal of the roof, wind blowing his hair in crazy flaps and flurries into his eyes as hands and warm mouth kept the home fires burning. Sitting back down in the interior of the car, a Visa card held out. David convincing him that coke was fine. Wouldn't make them assholes. Would keep the night going. A promise of booze and pills later.

The limo arrived at the club just as the adrenaline hit Vince's system. He was fucking ready to have fun. He wanted to hear some goddamn music, and only the voice of his agent in his head kept him from shoving the girl down, the girl that just wanted to touch Vincent Kartheiser, oh my god, because he was on TV and because he could walk past the velvet ropes and she couldn't. David butted Vince's back with his elbow and Vince slid the back of his hand down her cheek, flashed her Meaningful look #4. "Hey."

As David and Vince were being escorted to the VIP room where Vince's friend and his band were waiting, David growled into the boy's ear, "I didn't mean fucking molest her. You gotta play nice. When they quit giving a shit, man, you're just some asshole that did a show."

They got to the private room, roped off with muscle-bound monsters guarding the door. Vince saw his friend sprawled against the booth, his hand moving rhythmically up and down at the table's edge. Vince looked under the table and saw expensive high heels attached to a thin, smooth, fake-tanned legs.

"Hey, Jared. This is David."

Jared Leto looked up, eyes in a fog, nodded his chin in acknowledgement to David, hissed, groaned, and moaned out, "Daaaavid. He's your fucking angel, right Vinnie?"

"Fuck off, J."

Jared laughed, then sucked in his breath, both hands disappearing under the table. Vince and David busied themselves by heading over to the private bar set up for their party. Vince's stomach began to ache, roll. David tipped the underside of Vince's glass to get him to drink it all in one gulp.

"Need something in that belly."

"Play your cards right, fucker. You know I'm on a high protein diet, right?"

"Okay, why don't you stop talking? Are these guys... you know, cool?"

Vince sidled up to David, wiggled his hand in between the buttons on David shirt, and began licking and kissing a trail up David's neck to his ear where he whispered, "You mean, are they going to freak if they see two guys making out? Heh. I can't tell you how many times Jared and I have sucked each other-"

David grabbed Vince's hand, which was slowly making its way under the waistband of David's pants, in a painful vise-like grip. "You've fucked this guy? And you brought me here to what? Gloat?"

Vince looked up, eyes bugged out from fear, drugs, maybe both. "No, man... He's just... He's just a friend, you know? Sometimes it's hard to find someone that's cool with... Just fucking. Jesus."

"Leto! It's time to get the band on stage. Let's go!"

The stage hand left the room, cords and cables draped over his neck. Jared and his bandmates stood; the girl from under the table crawled out, grabbed her purse from the bench and touched up her makeup and hair. Made eye contact with the boys. She was that twin. Not the one with the eating disorder and the coke habit. The one with the perpetual deer-in-the-headlights expression and the coke habit.

"Hey." She flitted off after Jared, leaving the boys alone.

David finished his drink in one gulp; Vince stared at his Adam's apple working up and down.

"Your friend. They any good?"


David didn't know if he would call the band good, but they were loud. David found an alcove off to the side of the stage in the shadows. The audience was filled with young girls who wanted to get close to a movie star or rocker, didn't matter which, and behind them, watching, waiting were the guys of the city that wanted to fuck needy, dressed up girls when they left empty-handed. The crowd rushed the stage, leaving odd little pockets of the club empty, like the corner David and Vince had found.

David was leaning back against the wall, Vince standing in front of him, dancing with abandon. Little queen is fucking graceful, David thought. He ran a hand up and under Vince's shirt, which caused a subtle shift in Vince's moves. Another hand on the back of Vince's pants, tugging him closer. Vince began moving in slow, undulating moves, grinding his ass back against David. David slid his hand up to the nape of Vince's neck and pulled down, forcing Vince to grind harder. The other hand moved around front. Unzipped pants. Vince sighed, raised his hands above him and held on to the support beam overhead, moving his hips in a figure eight in a fluid motion. David's hand slipped into loosened pants, tugged, stroked.

"I'm going to fuck you all night."

Vince's cock throbbed in David's hand. Hands left the support beam and draped back and around David's neck. The grinding became less dance-like and more frentic.

"Let's go."

Vince took David by the hand and led him out a side door, the red glow from the exit sign casting strange lights in David's eyes. Vince walked backwards, both hands holding one of David's. When David tried to pull closer, Vince would dance back, a smirk on his face. Without taking his eyes off the boy, David fished out his ticket for the valet and held his hand out. Within minutes, a door was held open for them. Vince backed into the car, slid all the way against the far door, and pulled himself out.

David sat against the opposite door and lit a smoke. Watched. Vince held himself down with his left hand, fingertips cradling his balls. Vince licked his thumb and forefinger slowly, his eyes on David's. Hand made a circle. Hand moved up and down, slowly. David still looked into Vince's eyes.

"You need to get me to a bed or a wall or something and fuck me. Like, now."

And I think he
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