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| [ The Pond] by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) moosesalJames Marsters/Vince Kartheiser. Gorgeousgorgeous. “Aw, c’mon.” Jimmy waggled his eyebrows and a grin stretched across his face. “I promise to molest you.”
Vinnie’s face flushed deep red at Jimmy’s words. His hands slipped to the hem of his t-shirt, twisting and stretching the fabric in his fingers while he stared down at his dirty sneakers. He shook his head, letting his hair cover his face, and mumbled something Jimmy didn’t need to hear to understand. They’d been through this before.Set in the same universe as previous recs for Son Of A Preacher Man: Snapshots and untitled porn. | |
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| [ A Ryght Cruell Beast] by flambeauChris/Justin. Sweet and funny little thing. Justin turned his head. His eyes were a little wild. "*Chris*," he said.
"Okay. All right." Chris put an arm around Justin and patted him on the shoulder. "Tell me what's up."
"In here," Justin said and pulled Chris along. They walked into the room at the back of the house with the big couches and the piano and the hardwood floor and the rickety coffee table, and Justin halted. "There," he said and pointed.
Next to the piano stood a very small creature. It was about as high at the shoulder as the piano bench. It had four dainty hooves and a dainty little tail and dainty little ears and very large baby blue eyes. It had a dainty little spiral horn growing from its dainty little forehead. It was a fetching shade of pure white, bordering on silver. On seeing Chris, it gave a dainty little snort.
"Jesus." Chris rubbed a hand over his eyes. "What the he-- Did you buy that? Have it custom made? Get it from an insane fan? What *is* it?"
"It's a unicorn," Justin said in a thin, strained voice. "It was here when I woke up and it won't go away." | |
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| [ Never Been This Far] by ros_fodVincent Kartheiser/Orlando Bloom. Gorgeous trailertrash AU. Eight days since school's let out and Orli's already nut brown, Vince is already peeling skin off his nose, and they're already bored out of their minds. The bored part isn't that much of a change, and summer just makes the act of skipping school official, but the endless daylight and the increasing heat makes them antsy, scrappy.
They've been in four fights this week, and Vince's knuckles are ripped from where his fist actually managed to connect with Jim-Bob's face. Fucker had it coming. He shouldn't call Vince names like that.
So they're layin' up today, all the rest of the boys are down at the watering hole while he and Orli are spending the morning with their arms and legs tossed outside the edges of the kiddie pool. Facing each other, the sides of their left hips touching in the tight space. Doing nothing more energetic than trying to keep their beers from getting warm.
Brains and faces sun-fried, Orli finally quirks his chin in the direction of the toolshed and drawls, "Bet it's cooler in there."
"Nuh-uh," Vince narrows his eyes. The toolshed's Clyde's and his stepdaddy wouldn't take kindly to the two of them rummaging around in his space. He'd been very explicit about that the last time. Vince can almost feel the itch along the tops of his thighs where Clyde'd wore him out until his belt found blood. | |
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| Untitled Porn by ros_fodJames Marsters/Vincent Kartheiser. Set in the same universe as a previous rec for Son Of A Preacher Man: Snapshots. Pretty porn, with enough sweetness to keep me happy, and enough roughness to fit into this AU. Sometimes Jimmy walks up to Vince during lunchtime, puts a hand on the back of his neck and steers him into the boys' bathroom. Place is empty more times than not, everyone outside to play or cause trouble elsewhere.
They always take the last stall, where the wall is peeling uneven strips of olive colored paint. Jimmy tells him to pull his shirt up, so Vince does. Gathers the thin fabric in his hands and lifts his knuckles up to his chin. The paint chips tickle his back when Jimmy presses him against the wall. Makes him wriggle. Then Jimmy's mouthing a circle around his navel and up his chest, and the wriggling gets accompanied by a breathy noise he can't keep inside.
"Shh," Jimmy says, straightening up to lick Vince's chin. "You gonna be quiet for me?" | |
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| [ Son Of A Preacher Man: Snapshots] by kita0160James Marsters/Kelly Donovan Shultz, James/David Boreanaz, James/Vincent Kartheiser. Oh God, this fic. AU. Painful. Real. And the ending gives me just a little bit of hope for the fucked-up son of a preacher man, Jimmy Marsters. Read it. The fireflies were thick in summer. Quiet and bright, swarms of them, like living fog, like dreams. The younger kids liked to catch them and crush them in their fists. They’d rub the little bodies against their shirts, make themselves glow in the dark for as long as the chemical reaction lasted. It never lasted long.
Jimmy caught a few of them once, put them in a jar. But he forgot to punch holes in it, and they died before he woke up the next morning. Jimmy might have cried; he was very small.
Weird how he remembered that, laying here now between Dave and Kelly, watching the bugs dance through the smoke of the joint in his hand.
Jimmy didn’t really get Dave, didn’t get why he wanted to hang here, with him and Kelly and the other guys, when Dave had a house with a proper door and plumbing that always worked, and a dad who called him ‘sport’. Sure as hell didn’t get why Dave made grateful sounding noises whenever Jimmy bent him over the hood of his shiny car and fucked him hard enough to dent the metal.
So Jimmy stayed quiet, smoking, while Dave and Kelly talked. They chattered on about bullshit, like what they wanted to do after high school, and how their girlfriends made them nuts, and Jimmy felt the way he always did when the three of them hung out together, like that kid in the Twilight Zone who was the only one left on earth.
‘Cause Jimmy wasn’t fucking going anywhere after high school, and he knew it, and odds were Kelly wasn’t either unless you count prison for arson. Dave knew all this, when he wasn’t high, and when Dave wasn’t around, Kelly knew it too. And Dave’s girlfriend had enormous tits and a smile whiter than girls on billboard ads, and Jimmy had decided a long time ago that Dave’s definition of nuts was drastically different than anything he’d ever be able to ken.
But every man’s gotta have a dream, or some shit. Kelly wanted out, and Dave wanted in, and Jimmy just wanted some fucking peace and quiet.Also see the rec for the untitled porn ros_fod wrote in this universe. | |
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