I'm Still Bored! So, RDPS!
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roxySince I'm still bored, I'm taking it out on ya'll and inflicting the Dead People Slash on you. So without further ado--
Jimmy Dean/Sal Mineo
Rebel Heart
Sal leads Jimmy to the back of the lot, where they have the cars from the chickie run scene. He opens the back door of one, and climbs inside, motioning for Jimmy to follow. Jimmy smirks and let’s Sal have his way –what the hell, it’s a little too much in the open, but fuck, why not.
He sits on the seat next to Sal, who slides closer and silently seeks permission for a kiss. Jimmy laughs and snags him by the back of the neck, hard. He pulls Sal to him and gives him a punishing kiss, Sal protests, pushing lightly against Jimmy's chest. He knows Sal’s in the next few scenes and Nick will have a fit if he comes back with cut up lips—but right at this moment, he doesn’t give a fuck. It’s too hot that Sal can’t control himself around him, he’s already groaning and stroking himself as Jimmy presses him against the back of the seat and sucks at his neck.
Suddenly, Sal slides to his knees in front of him, pressing him back against the car seat. Jimmy smirks down at him, he’s like a girl, so eager to please–so easy to hurt.
Sal leans his head on his thigh, and breathes a small sigh. Shit. It makes him hard, Sal on his knees, curled over his legs, so small, so soft...
Jimmy leans his head back and clenches his teeth, working hard not to make a sound.
Sal eyes are closed, he looks like an angel, his cheek is on his thigh and the smile on his face is tiny, warm and Jimmy feels like he’s going to explode just from this. He’s so hard it hurts, and how is it the sight of him, him and his tender expression makes him as hot as him on his cock, grunting and groaning and trying to suck him down his throat?
Sal’s hand slides up Jimmy’s leg, slipping over his thigh to run up the inside seam and pressing lightly against his crotch. Jimmy bites the inside of his lip; keeps watching Sal to make sure that his eyes are still closed. He doesn’t want him to know how deeply affected he is, so shocked to discover there’s real feeling here. He can’t give that kind of power to him...to anyone–fuck!--He bites harder when Sal kisses the cloth over his cock. Just kisses and exhales a draft of hot air over his crotch and Jimmy’s hands twitch with the desire to pet him, to touch his skin, feel how soft his hair is, feel the curve of his jaw, the lips that have brought him so much pleasure–instead he grabs a handful of thick dark hair and pushes his face against his groin.
“Stop fucking around,” he rasps out.
Sal groans–leans forward and lays his tongue against the bulge under the material. It’s too much and Jimmy can’t stop the noise that claws out of his throat. The heat goes straight to his cock and shoots out his mouth. “Sal, Jesus, Sal!”
He forgets that he’s top dog–the one that calls the shots, and pants and shivers as Sal works his teeth gently firmly over the bulge.
Fuck it! Jimmy pants loudly and moans, lets Sal lead. Feels good to relax into it and not worry about being in control for once.
Sal bites harder on the heavy denim, opens his mouth wide and presses it against Jimmy. He breathes out again over Jimmy’s aching cock…so hot, his breath--it makes him gasp and his cock tries to jump .He can feel the damp from his leaking cock and Sal’s mouth. Sal’s rubbing his face against his crotch and squeezing his thighs and moaning himself.
Jimmy breaks completely and begs Sal to touch him, take him out and touch him–
Sal sits back on his heels and leans against the wide seat back. He waits for Jimmy, his face glowing, angelic smile bowing his lips and Jimmy almost rips the buttons on his jeans–he’s babbling, he’s so hot, his cock leaps up into Sal’s mouth when he licks a wide wet stripe up the underside. He usually grabs Sal’s head and fucks his mouth till he comes, but today...today he let’s Sal run the whole show—whatever he wants. He doesn’t even protest when Sal moves his legs wide, pulls off and licks a finger wet. When he sucks Jimmy’s cock back into his mouth, he’s running a finger around his asshole–dipping and circling and teasing.
It’s not Jimmy’s thing, he doesn’t get fucked –but today he’s humping the kid’s finger and making noises so desperate–he was making himself crazy, they were so hot...
“Sal, Sal, god, don’t stop,” Jimmy gasps when Sal falters a second, then goes on,fucking him with his finger, sliding slowly down Jimmy’s cock as far as he can, and swallows and swallows –each movement making Jimmy cry out louder and louder till his brain shuts off and Sal shoves his finger in and presses and Jimmy bucks up off the seat, screams loud as his cock jerks out a rush of come–
“Sal, Sal-- fuck, oh suck me, oh shit--” in the close confines of the car, it sounds so loud, sounds right, like thunder. Jimmy’s gasping and groaning out Sal’s name and begging him not to ever leave, telling him he loves him–when he’s aware again, when he looks down–Sal’s staring up at him, lips red and bruised, eyes wide...scared, shocked–waiting for Jimmy to punish him for his own lack of control. When Jimmy puts his hand down to stroke his hair, he flinches, and grins a sickly grin so different from the tender smile earlier. Jimmy hurts, and wants it to change. Wherever this went wrong, he wants it to change.
“I’m sorry,” Sal says.
“It’s fine,” Jimmy sighs. “It’s fine, I promise....”
Jimmy Dean/Sal Mineo
Rebel Heart
Sal leads Jimmy to the back of the lot, where they have the cars from the chickie run scene. He opens the back door of one, and climbs inside, motioning for Jimmy to follow. Jimmy smirks and let’s Sal have his way –what the hell, it’s a little too much in the open, but fuck, why not.
He sits on the seat next to Sal, who slides closer and silently seeks permission for a kiss. Jimmy laughs and snags him by the back of the neck, hard. He pulls Sal to him and gives him a punishing kiss, Sal protests, pushing lightly against Jimmy's chest. He knows Sal’s in the next few scenes and Nick will have a fit if he comes back with cut up lips—but right at this moment, he doesn’t give a fuck. It’s too hot that Sal can’t control himself around him, he’s already groaning and stroking himself as Jimmy presses him against the back of the seat and sucks at his neck.
Suddenly, Sal slides to his knees in front of him, pressing him back against the car seat. Jimmy smirks down at him, he’s like a girl, so eager to please–so easy to hurt.
Sal leans his head on his thigh, and breathes a small sigh. Shit. It makes him hard, Sal on his knees, curled over his legs, so small, so soft...
Jimmy leans his head back and clenches his teeth, working hard not to make a sound.
Sal eyes are closed, he looks like an angel, his cheek is on his thigh and the smile on his face is tiny, warm and Jimmy feels like he’s going to explode just from this. He’s so hard it hurts, and how is it the sight of him, him and his tender expression makes him as hot as him on his cock, grunting and groaning and trying to suck him down his throat?
Sal’s hand slides up Jimmy’s leg, slipping over his thigh to run up the inside seam and pressing lightly against his crotch. Jimmy bites the inside of his lip; keeps watching Sal to make sure that his eyes are still closed. He doesn’t want him to know how deeply affected he is, so shocked to discover there’s real feeling here. He can’t give that kind of power to him...to anyone–fuck!--He bites harder when Sal kisses the cloth over his cock. Just kisses and exhales a draft of hot air over his crotch and Jimmy’s hands twitch with the desire to pet him, to touch his skin, feel how soft his hair is, feel the curve of his jaw, the lips that have brought him so much pleasure–instead he grabs a handful of thick dark hair and pushes his face against his groin.
“Stop fucking around,” he rasps out.
Sal groans–leans forward and lays his tongue against the bulge under the material. It’s too much and Jimmy can’t stop the noise that claws out of his throat. The heat goes straight to his cock and shoots out his mouth. “Sal, Jesus, Sal!”
He forgets that he’s top dog–the one that calls the shots, and pants and shivers as Sal works his teeth gently firmly over the bulge.
Fuck it! Jimmy pants loudly and moans, lets Sal lead. Feels good to relax into it and not worry about being in control for once.
Sal bites harder on the heavy denim, opens his mouth wide and presses it against Jimmy. He breathes out again over Jimmy’s aching cock…so hot, his breath--it makes him gasp and his cock tries to jump .He can feel the damp from his leaking cock and Sal’s mouth. Sal’s rubbing his face against his crotch and squeezing his thighs and moaning himself.
Jimmy breaks completely and begs Sal to touch him, take him out and touch him–
Sal sits back on his heels and leans against the wide seat back. He waits for Jimmy, his face glowing, angelic smile bowing his lips and Jimmy almost rips the buttons on his jeans–he’s babbling, he’s so hot, his cock leaps up into Sal’s mouth when he licks a wide wet stripe up the underside. He usually grabs Sal’s head and fucks his mouth till he comes, but today...today he let’s Sal run the whole show—whatever he wants. He doesn’t even protest when Sal moves his legs wide, pulls off and licks a finger wet. When he sucks Jimmy’s cock back into his mouth, he’s running a finger around his asshole–dipping and circling and teasing.
It’s not Jimmy’s thing, he doesn’t get fucked –but today he’s humping the kid’s finger and making noises so desperate–he was making himself crazy, they were so hot...
“Sal, Sal, god, don’t stop,” Jimmy gasps when Sal falters a second, then goes on,fucking him with his finger, sliding slowly down Jimmy’s cock as far as he can, and swallows and swallows –each movement making Jimmy cry out louder and louder till his brain shuts off and Sal shoves his finger in and presses and Jimmy bucks up off the seat, screams loud as his cock jerks out a rush of come–
“Sal, Sal-- fuck, oh suck me, oh shit--” in the close confines of the car, it sounds so loud, sounds right, like thunder. Jimmy’s gasping and groaning out Sal’s name and begging him not to ever leave, telling him he loves him–when he’s aware again, when he looks down–Sal’s staring up at him, lips red and bruised, eyes wide...scared, shocked–waiting for Jimmy to punish him for his own lack of control. When Jimmy puts his hand down to stroke his hair, he flinches, and grins a sickly grin so different from the tender smile earlier. Jimmy hurts, and wants it to change. Wherever this went wrong, he wants it to change.
“I’m sorry,” Sal says.
“It’s fine,” Jimmy sighs. “It’s fine, I promise....”
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9/21/04 05:46 am (UTC)They're like either dead or old and grey? Right, right?
*eeeps*
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9/21/04 05:58 am (UTC)Shudders.... scaryand wrong.
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9/21/04 06:22 am (UTC)I wonder if Steve wouldn't mind naming our first born... L...e.... x...?
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9/21/04 08:07 am (UTC)James Dean pr0n!!!
You roxor, Roxy!
*does chair dance of sexy dead guys*
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