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katholicgrrl, you are right, it's real dead people slash.Don't ask me where it came from, I have no idea. One minute I'm folding sweaters at Targehell, and the next, I'm scribbling notes like a mad woman.
So, for the older ladies among us, no explanation needed.For the younger babes, it ' sexplained at the end. I hope you like it!
REBEL
Sal pounds on the door ‘til Jimmy finally opens it.
“Oh, it’s you—come on in.” He yawns, steps back and lets Sal in. Scrubs his hand over his hair 'til it stands up in tufts all over. Sal looks away because Jimmy looks all sleep rumpled and he thinks he’s probably still warm from the covers, and--
“Ah—hey Jimmy. I thought maybe we could go over that scene, y’know,the solarium one?” He tries not to stare at Jimmy. All he’s wearing are a pair of denims riding low on his hips. They look too big, and with a pang of jealousy, he wonders if they belong to Jimmy.
“Ah, yah—give me a minute. I just got up.” He scratches beneath the waistband of his pants and Sal watches. Jimmy strolls into the kitchenette area.
“I need a drink or something—" He rummages in a cabinet for glasses and asks Sal if he wants anything, and then completely ignores him when he says yes.
He comes back to the sofa where Sal plopped himself, with a glass and a handful of aspirin.
“Don’t ask me a damn thing.” He grins and downs them all. “Ok, from the solarium scene, right?”
Sal nods and opens his script, but Jimmy shakes his head, and says, “On the floor Sal. More room”
Sal sits with his back to the couch, but Jimmy pulls him by his legs until he’s flat on the floor.
“Ok, we’re sitting by the pool, Judy’s here,” and he moves some pillows to stand in for the girl. “And you’re here.” he hovers over Sal, a leg on either side of him; his crotch is just inches from his and Sal can feel the heat of him on his body. He blushes and prays that he doesn’t get harder than he is now
“And you’re saying…what?”
Sal tries to speak and Jimmy bends down and speaks into his ear.
“You say ‘I had to go to a headshrinker. I only went twice though’--”
Sal closes his eyes and tries to think, to control himself. He’s finding it hard to breathe without gasping and he’s so hard. Jimmy’s got his hand on his chest now, and smiles a little.
“Let me try it like this,” he says, and scoots behind Sal, settles him back against his chest. He reads a few lines but Sal can hardly understand the words, his body is only concerned with the heat behind him. He’s afraid to move, he knows if he does, he’ll moan or make some other horribly embarrassing noise, he’ll have to move the script out of his lap, and it's covering his hard-on and he wishes he’d never come.
Jimmy’s still reading from the script, and stroking Sal’s chest as he does. Sal is staring down, biting his lip harder and harder as Jimmy hand strokes his way up his chest, and when it passes over his nipples, Sal groans as quietly as he can. Jimmy stops.
"You like that, don’t you.” And pinches just hard enough. A bolt shoots from Sal's nipple straight to his cock. His head drops back on Jimmy’s shoulder and he gasps. “Stop Jimmy, don’t…please”
“But why not?” He licks a tiny spot on Sal’s neck. “Why not, Sal? I know you like me, you like this kind of stuff. Why the fuck not?”
“Because you’ll fuck me or something and you’ll go on like it never happened; we’ll have to pretend it never happened and I want it so much and I’ll die if I have to pretend you never touched me.” He gasps again and tears fill his eyes when Jimmy reaches around and squeezes his cock, it’s so good, so good. “Oh god, Jimmy please!”
Jimmy’s hard too, and he rocks into Sal’s back, rubbing so hard it almost hurts, and both of them are breathing so loud. He smells Jimmy, smell of cigarettes, booze, hay and chocolate. Jimmy’s breath is hot and moist in his ear, and his hand is working him, making him thrust against it and whine.
”Fuck, Sal. Fuck, you’re so –god, so hot. Feel what you do to me.”
He grabs Sal’s hand and pulls it behind his back. When he touches Jimmy, his cock jumps; he’s hard as steel. Jimmy yanks him around until they’re facing each other, and then he’s kissing him. Tears roll down Sal’s face, he feels like an idiot, but he can’t stop them. His heart is aching, and the kiss is –everything. It’s everything he’s always thought a kiss should be, everything he thought it would be to kiss Jimmy. Jimmy moans against his mouth, “Sal, so fucking soft, your lips, they’re so soft.” He licks his way into Sal’s mouth, their tongues move against each other and Sal’s lost in it. Jimmy bites his lips, hard enough to make him jump and whimper. He comes back to himself and Jimmy pins him with a look so hot it makes him moan.
“Beg me.”
“Wha—what—don’t fuck around!” Sal tries to jump up but Jimmy won’t let go of his collar, “Beg me. Come on—beeeg meee,” he croons and then sucks and licks at Sal’s neck until he closes his eyes and begs.
“Jimmy, Jimmy please, please…” He doesn’t want to say the words aloud, he’ll own him if he does, he’ll belong to Jimmy, be his dog—“ Ah! God, Jimmy please, please suck me, let me suck you, anything, anything you want!”
Jimmy laughs, and tells Sal to pull his chinos down. He’s in front of him in one move, so fast. He’s touching him, stroking his cock lightly and watching Sal hump air and cry out with each touch.
“Fuck Sal, you’re making me so hot. Here.” He pulls off Sal’s shoes, bites his ankles as he pulls off his socks, draws off his pants and lets his legs drop with a thump. He jumps up and walks out the room. Comes back with lotion, unzipping as he comes. He steps out of his denims and drops back to the floor. Sal shakes and cries out when Jimmy licks the precome off the tip of his cock before he smoothes lotion over it, pumps him a few times.
“I love watching your cock jump. You can’t wait, can you? I could do anything to you now, couldn’t I?”
Sal squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head, tries to say no, but Jimmy chuckles. He bends Sal’s legs up, and pushes them apart. With a dollop of lotion on his finger, he touches the tight pucker exposed there. He strokes slowly, slowly back and forth, slowly rocking the tip of his finger inside, and Sal moans so loud, it’s nearly a scream. Jimmy pushes his finger all the way in and hits the spot he knows will make Sal explode. Sal yells, and grabs Jimmy’s hand.
“Fuck, fuck me now, don’t, --just fuck me!”
Jimmy rears back, his eyes narrow and he hisses when he strokes the lotion on himself. He watches his cock as he rubs back and forth; he likes watching himself. He gathers the drops of precome leaking from his cock and wipes it over Sal’s lips. He jerks his head forward and sucks Jimmy’s finger into his mouth.
“Fuck yeah, oh shit—" He pushes his cock in slow, as he can, Sal’s cock swells more, slaps against his hip and Jimmy rips his finger out of his mouth to grab his shoulder and arches over him.
Jimmy stares into his eyes, cursing softly and non-stop, telling him what he plans to do and “I’m going to fuck you –ah—fuck-- hard---SHIT!” He can’t stop from slamming in and Sal screams, it hurts, and Jimmy shifts and suddenly it all changes.
“Oh, god-- oh god-- oh god!”
Sal’s head whips back and forth and Jimmy hits that spot on each stroke, and he’s gasping.
“Sal, Sal, hot, tight fuck—fuck—I have to--” and lifts Sal’s legs onto his shoulder, bends him nearly in two as he pounds in faster, and Sal gives it all to him, screaming his name like its going to save him.
Jimmy laughs and shoves his fingers back into his mouth, “Quiet! God, be quiet!”
Sal has enough time to wonder how, and then Jimmy covers his cock with a slick hand, and slides it down. Leans over Sal and asks him, his voice gone deep and husky, “Are you gonna come? Come in my hand, come –oh—fuck, FUCK!”
Sal feels him, feels him come deep in his ass- and then he prays he lives through the orgasm that’s boiling it’s way through his body like lightening and champagne.He hits his chin, and Jimmy’s chest, and he’s still coming when Jimmy collapses on him.
“Sal, Sal—goddamn! Oh, fuck, I can’t move--let me get up….”
“Please, don’t leave me!” Sal grimaces, feel his stomach freeze, can’t believe he said something so stupid but Jimmy kisses him, soft and sweet like a lover.
“I won’t. Not right away, ok?”
He kisses him again and sighs in the kiss; Sal pulls his arms around him and hopes he can fall asleep quickly, so he can’t feel jimmy slip away.
OKAY! Jimmy Dean and Sal mineo...who? you say--It's the 50's and we're on the set of Rebel Without A Cause. And James Dean? If you don't know you need to! Check IMDB and get enlightened!
katholicgrrl, you are right, it's real dead people slash.Don't ask me where it came from, I have no idea. One minute I'm folding sweaters at Targehell, and the next, I'm scribbling notes like a mad woman.So, for the older ladies among us, no explanation needed.For the younger babes, it ' sexplained at the end. I hope you like it!
REBEL
Sal pounds on the door ‘til Jimmy finally opens it.
“Oh, it’s you—come on in.” He yawns, steps back and lets Sal in. Scrubs his hand over his hair 'til it stands up in tufts all over. Sal looks away because Jimmy looks all sleep rumpled and he thinks he’s probably still warm from the covers, and--
“Ah—hey Jimmy. I thought maybe we could go over that scene, y’know,the solarium one?” He tries not to stare at Jimmy. All he’s wearing are a pair of denims riding low on his hips. They look too big, and with a pang of jealousy, he wonders if they belong to Jimmy.
“Ah, yah—give me a minute. I just got up.” He scratches beneath the waistband of his pants and Sal watches. Jimmy strolls into the kitchenette area.
“I need a drink or something—" He rummages in a cabinet for glasses and asks Sal if he wants anything, and then completely ignores him when he says yes.
He comes back to the sofa where Sal plopped himself, with a glass and a handful of aspirin.
“Don’t ask me a damn thing.” He grins and downs them all. “Ok, from the solarium scene, right?”
Sal nods and opens his script, but Jimmy shakes his head, and says, “On the floor Sal. More room”
Sal sits with his back to the couch, but Jimmy pulls him by his legs until he’s flat on the floor.
“Ok, we’re sitting by the pool, Judy’s here,” and he moves some pillows to stand in for the girl. “And you’re here.” he hovers over Sal, a leg on either side of him; his crotch is just inches from his and Sal can feel the heat of him on his body. He blushes and prays that he doesn’t get harder than he is now
“And you’re saying…what?”
Sal tries to speak and Jimmy bends down and speaks into his ear.
“You say ‘I had to go to a headshrinker. I only went twice though’--”
Sal closes his eyes and tries to think, to control himself. He’s finding it hard to breathe without gasping and he’s so hard. Jimmy’s got his hand on his chest now, and smiles a little.
“Let me try it like this,” he says, and scoots behind Sal, settles him back against his chest. He reads a few lines but Sal can hardly understand the words, his body is only concerned with the heat behind him. He’s afraid to move, he knows if he does, he’ll moan or make some other horribly embarrassing noise, he’ll have to move the script out of his lap, and it's covering his hard-on and he wishes he’d never come.
Jimmy’s still reading from the script, and stroking Sal’s chest as he does. Sal is staring down, biting his lip harder and harder as Jimmy hand strokes his way up his chest, and when it passes over his nipples, Sal groans as quietly as he can. Jimmy stops.
"You like that, don’t you.” And pinches just hard enough. A bolt shoots from Sal's nipple straight to his cock. His head drops back on Jimmy’s shoulder and he gasps. “Stop Jimmy, don’t…please”
“But why not?” He licks a tiny spot on Sal’s neck. “Why not, Sal? I know you like me, you like this kind of stuff. Why the fuck not?”
“Because you’ll fuck me or something and you’ll go on like it never happened; we’ll have to pretend it never happened and I want it so much and I’ll die if I have to pretend you never touched me.” He gasps again and tears fill his eyes when Jimmy reaches around and squeezes his cock, it’s so good, so good. “Oh god, Jimmy please!”
Jimmy’s hard too, and he rocks into Sal’s back, rubbing so hard it almost hurts, and both of them are breathing so loud. He smells Jimmy, smell of cigarettes, booze, hay and chocolate. Jimmy’s breath is hot and moist in his ear, and his hand is working him, making him thrust against it and whine.
”Fuck, Sal. Fuck, you’re so –god, so hot. Feel what you do to me.”
He grabs Sal’s hand and pulls it behind his back. When he touches Jimmy, his cock jumps; he’s hard as steel. Jimmy yanks him around until they’re facing each other, and then he’s kissing him. Tears roll down Sal’s face, he feels like an idiot, but he can’t stop them. His heart is aching, and the kiss is –everything. It’s everything he’s always thought a kiss should be, everything he thought it would be to kiss Jimmy. Jimmy moans against his mouth, “Sal, so fucking soft, your lips, they’re so soft.” He licks his way into Sal’s mouth, their tongues move against each other and Sal’s lost in it. Jimmy bites his lips, hard enough to make him jump and whimper. He comes back to himself and Jimmy pins him with a look so hot it makes him moan.
“Beg me.”
“Wha—what—don’t fuck around!” Sal tries to jump up but Jimmy won’t let go of his collar, “Beg me. Come on—beeeg meee,” he croons and then sucks and licks at Sal’s neck until he closes his eyes and begs.
“Jimmy, Jimmy please, please…” He doesn’t want to say the words aloud, he’ll own him if he does, he’ll belong to Jimmy, be his dog—“ Ah! God, Jimmy please, please suck me, let me suck you, anything, anything you want!”
Jimmy laughs, and tells Sal to pull his chinos down. He’s in front of him in one move, so fast. He’s touching him, stroking his cock lightly and watching Sal hump air and cry out with each touch.
“Fuck Sal, you’re making me so hot. Here.” He pulls off Sal’s shoes, bites his ankles as he pulls off his socks, draws off his pants and lets his legs drop with a thump. He jumps up and walks out the room. Comes back with lotion, unzipping as he comes. He steps out of his denims and drops back to the floor. Sal shakes and cries out when Jimmy licks the precome off the tip of his cock before he smoothes lotion over it, pumps him a few times.
“I love watching your cock jump. You can’t wait, can you? I could do anything to you now, couldn’t I?”
Sal squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head, tries to say no, but Jimmy chuckles. He bends Sal’s legs up, and pushes them apart. With a dollop of lotion on his finger, he touches the tight pucker exposed there. He strokes slowly, slowly back and forth, slowly rocking the tip of his finger inside, and Sal moans so loud, it’s nearly a scream. Jimmy pushes his finger all the way in and hits the spot he knows will make Sal explode. Sal yells, and grabs Jimmy’s hand.
“Fuck, fuck me now, don’t, --just fuck me!”
Jimmy rears back, his eyes narrow and he hisses when he strokes the lotion on himself. He watches his cock as he rubs back and forth; he likes watching himself. He gathers the drops of precome leaking from his cock and wipes it over Sal’s lips. He jerks his head forward and sucks Jimmy’s finger into his mouth.
“Fuck yeah, oh shit—" He pushes his cock in slow, as he can, Sal’s cock swells more, slaps against his hip and Jimmy rips his finger out of his mouth to grab his shoulder and arches over him.
Jimmy stares into his eyes, cursing softly and non-stop, telling him what he plans to do and “I’m going to fuck you –ah—fuck-- hard---SHIT!” He can’t stop from slamming in and Sal screams, it hurts, and Jimmy shifts and suddenly it all changes.
“Oh, god-- oh god-- oh god!”
Sal’s head whips back and forth and Jimmy hits that spot on each stroke, and he’s gasping.
“Sal, Sal, hot, tight fuck—fuck—I have to--” and lifts Sal’s legs onto his shoulder, bends him nearly in two as he pounds in faster, and Sal gives it all to him, screaming his name like its going to save him.
Jimmy laughs and shoves his fingers back into his mouth, “Quiet! God, be quiet!”
Sal has enough time to wonder how, and then Jimmy covers his cock with a slick hand, and slides it down. Leans over Sal and asks him, his voice gone deep and husky, “Are you gonna come? Come in my hand, come –oh—fuck, FUCK!”
Sal feels him, feels him come deep in his ass- and then he prays he lives through the orgasm that’s boiling it’s way through his body like lightening and champagne.He hits his chin, and Jimmy’s chest, and he’s still coming when Jimmy collapses on him.
“Sal, Sal—goddamn! Oh, fuck, I can’t move--let me get up….”
“Please, don’t leave me!” Sal grimaces, feel his stomach freeze, can’t believe he said something so stupid but Jimmy kisses him, soft and sweet like a lover.
“I won’t. Not right away, ok?”
He kisses him again and sighs in the kiss; Sal pulls his arms around him and hopes he can fall asleep quickly, so he can’t feel jimmy slip away.
OKAY! Jimmy Dean and Sal mineo...who? you say--It's the 50's and we're on the set of Rebel Without A Cause. And James Dean? If you don't know you need to! Check IMDB and get enlightened!
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8/6/04 02:04 pm (UTC)i was surprised, tho'~ i was expecting spike and oscar wilde :)
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8/6/04 04:50 pm (UTC)*jimmy is so hot*
Damn!
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You rock.
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