Isn't it time for more RPS?

[stoney321]

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
PART THREE

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 does......here

Comments

[tx-cronopio.livejournal.com]

Tee-hee! Nice and hot! Although I still can't believe you and your evil powers have made me read VK.

Little queen is fucking graceful, David thought

My sentiments exactly! See? I'm coming around! (not the same as coming, alas.)

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Heh. Who doesn't love a drugged out, thin, movie star whore with friends getting blow jobs nonchalantly in a club? Point me to them so I can slap them upside their head.

HI HI HI!! Where've you been tootsie? I've been TRYING to provide an escape online for us all.... *hides from this week*

[witling.livejournal.com]

Whoah, driving by because I'm at work, but thanks for the birthday wish for Jolie! I'm, like, her birthday manager or something. She's incredibly sweet and gorgeous for such an old crone, I have to say.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Hee! B-day manager. Make sure you're getting 6%. That's a bargain in this town.

Have a GREAT weekend!!!

[jolielaide.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the birthday wishes, cutie. And rrowwwrrr, porn! I didn't know you were writing DB/VK, which is a pairing I love love love and no one writes it enough and now I have porn on my birthday yay!

Also, Christ, lookit your icon. Ewan and Hayden? Where from? What? Bzuh? How did I not know about this?!

<-- OMG! Their love is so canon!!

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Happy birthday! Birthday porn! Woot!

AND OH MY GOD. Ewan and Hayden. Kissed in public (yeah, yeah, European kiss, shush, I'll take it) and the characters in Star Wars had SO MUCH CHEMISTRY. It's pretty much taking over my brain.

If you want Ewan/Hayden RPS.
If you want Obi-Wan/Anakin fic.

I'm shameless, but they are so WONDERFUL together. Mmmm. And looky there! More birthday porn! *smooches and cake*

[sweptawaybayou.livejournal.com]

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


Uh. Dude. I second that.

*flails*

You rock my world, Stoney. Absolutely. Rock. Me. Hard.

Thank you so much!

*adores you unreservedly*

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

WHEEEE!!! I'm all about the slow release. Mmmmm. Love the torture, I do.

You know what else? Love you, too.

[winterlive.livejournal.com]

*SQUEAL OF JOY*
*GOES TO AMEND REC LIST*

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

HI WINTER!!

I'm feeling porny and silly now. I see more Andrew fic being written this weekend.

*slaps your ass, eyes you, because what're you gonna do, BITCH?*

*unbuckles pants*
Wait. I'm wearing my running shorts. Crap.

[mona1347.livejournal.com]

You've RUINED me. Utterly.

*is despoiled*

I never read RPS. I usually find it squickful. And unless it's very very good, I also find Angel/Connor squickful (Angel - not Angelus - Angelus/Connor I find to be 'GUH! OMG. *dead*'). But..but..*deep breath* it's because the characters of Vince and David are playing with their own kinks with the Angel/Connor thing (more in previous parts of this) but all the baggage of an incestuous relationship isn't there and...*flails* I got nothin'. NOTHIN'!

You're hitting the dirtybadwrong of Angel/Connor and I totally have a drug use kink and...yeah. Please just take the fact that it's RPS and I love it as a HUGE compliment. :-D

AND JARED LETO!!!! *flashes back to mad teenage crush on Jordan Catalano, gives up the ghost and dies*

Ruined me.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

*checks your name off of list entitled, THOSE WHO I HAVE RUINED THUS FAR*

Hee! I read the other day that Jared Leto and Ashley Olsen were dating and couldn't resist.

JORDAN!! *loves you so*

[somecandytalkin.livejournal.com]

Oh. Mah. Gawd.

That was guh - mazing.
Little queen is fucking graceful.
Gulp! That line is quite the beautiful line, Miss Stoney.

Hot and gorgeous and nasty. In that good way.
Love the club scene.

I know you are but what am I?

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

YOU'RE hot and gorgeous and nasty. In that good way.
Infinity.

:-D

[leeannaray.livejournal.com]

I know it's greedy of me, but I really, really want more of this soon. It just keeps getting hotter.

*wiggles impatiently*

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Leeanna! There will be more soon.

[viciouswishes.livejournal.com]

*fans self and eagerly waits for more* Secretly, this is what a small part of me actually thinks celebs do. I blame it on my mother, who clearly didn't keep enough books in the house for me to read, that I also read her People magazines since I was a wee thing. Or maybe this is what I think I'd do if I was famous, minus the hard drugs due to personal tragedy steering me far, far away from them. There are just some things that I don't want to think about in my Mary Sue celeb lifestyle when I could be thinking about taking DB with my strap-on. I'm just fickle like that.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

THEY DO do this! They are filthy whores who are all about immediate gratification and what they can get for free right now before it all fades away!

THANK GOD! :-D

[bitchygrrl.livejournal.com]

"You need to get me to a bed or a wall or something and fuck me. Like, now."
Hell Yeah!!!!
Damn girl you keep doing this and I might have to friend you, 'cause nobody writes VK like you baby. Plus I've got an Angel/Conner thing, and you've been getting that to. Plus you have the EM/HC thing. Forget friend you I might have to marry you.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Ha ha!! I have serious Angel/Connor kink, and if I could ever get my STUPID memories to work again, I'd send you the link to my C/A dark!fic. Bah.

And EM/HC is the shining light in my head now. *pets the pretty men*

I'm so glad you are having fun over here! *wriggles*

[hellziggy.livejournal.com]

Dammit woman! You keep making me read RPS! RPS without teh Marsters, no less!


and I kind of like it...


*guh*
*dead now*

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

HEEE!!!
*checks yet another name off list entitled, THOSE WHO I HAVE RUINED THUS FAR*

Well, it's good for you. Puts hair on your chest.
*writes more, furiously*

[spankspike.livejournal.com]

How am I continuing to love this with absolutely no JM in it. I told myself I only read JM RPS, but apparently I am a lying whore - cheating on my poor JM with Dave and Vinnie.

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

*Faints dead away*

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

You ARE a lying, filthy whore, aren't you. Tell me. It's okay. I won't be mad. You're a filthy little whore, huh?

You know what I DO to filthy, lying whores?

*types new installment furiously*

[blueswan9.livejournal.com]

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.

Pretty word picture. GAH!

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

Yes.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

heh. I like the image of him holding on overhead... His side muscles flexing and showcasing his ribcage... *melts*

Thanks!

[crazydiamondsue.livejournal.com]

First thing? I love the energy of the first paragraphs. You get the feel, girl! If I knew what feeling coked felt like, I'd feel like it right now. *nods*

"When they quit giving a shit, man, you're just some asshole that did a show." Perfect line for him to say, perfect voice, and just something about that is so RL for real that it gives me chills.

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. - Bwah! We talked about that one yesterday, but seriously, did you do that for me and my People and US Weekly addiction? LOVED it.

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. -

You gave props on my dialogue - here's mine on your description. You can fucking SEE it. I'm always afraid I've got heads and hands and arms tangled, but yours flows - I can see the lights in DB's eyes, and the image of VK walking backward, *both* hands holding Dave's...that will stay with me. (Much like the one-handed-pull-shirt-over-head sequence from the earlier bit. Which I *so* wanted to rip off for my S/X and didn't.)

You do action (erotic, frantic, whatever) beautifully. Have you heard abut this? Have I told you about this? You make me see them walking around, living large and dropping trou. And you make me want to. You alone have made VK someone I want see nekkid. I think I have a crush with eyeliner. Skeery stalker voice: On you! And VK.

Love you hard.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

I love RPS fics that have real gossip (that's like... jumbo shrimp, yeah?) embedded with the fantasy. Makes it dirtier. Heee!

And you better NOT take the one-handed pull over thing! Unless you want me to slap that ass until you cry out in pain. Well? DO you?? I've been working out and my arm is strong, lassie.

EYELINER. ON BOYS. FUCKING YUM. CAPS ARE ON.

I'd love you. I'd love you so hard. "Goodbye horses... I'm crying over you!"

[crayonbreakygal.livejournal.com]

You burned my eyeballs this time. Squeek. That was so dirtybadwrong, but so right. Ya know?

HALLELUJAH!

[neur0vanity.livejournal.com]

Holy fuck-me-in-the-ass, Stoney.

I've read at least a hundred Buffy/Angel-verse porn fics, and this right here is the one that had me giggling, flaying, and rub my crotch in general the most. This just... completely takes fanfic to the next level.

I need more of this stuff. I need it.

"My pussy wept, 'Boo hoo! I need Stoney."

[brandil.livejournal.com]

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

loves you *hard*

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

HEEEEE!! Dude, ASHLEY. She totally dated Leto, the fuck?