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Title: “Slut, Slut, Slut”
By: me; Ivy / _precious_fear
Coupling: Vinnie Accardi (of Brand New) and Mikey Way (of My Chemical Romance)
Rating: NC-17 - slash/language.
Description: Look at him. What a fucking slut.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Look at him.
What a fucking slut.
Hanging all over anyone who paid him any attention. Thrusting his fingers through his almost shoulder length black, wavy hair. Flashing bright smiles. Laughing obnoxiously. Wearing the tightest shirt he could probably find in his wardrobe, which would ride up his stomach slightly when he'd move a certain way. The tightest jeans he owned. Beer in hand.
It was disgusting.
I rolled my eyes to myself and turned around on the bar stool I was sitting on, picking up my beer to take another sip of it, finishing it off before I stood up, starting to push through the crowd of people. I needed to get out of here before I did something stupid. He was pissing me off beyond words and he didn't even know it. I avoided bars at all costs, but my older brother had begged me to come tonight. So I did. And now he was no where in sight.
I shoved a few drunk people out of my way who were making rude comments to me, their alcohol drenched breath right in my face. I couldn't stand it.
When I'd finally gotten across to the other side of the room, I saw something that made me stop right in my tracks.
My brother. My only brother. My fucking flesh and blood had his arms wrapped around that fucking slut and was whispering something in his ear, in which made him grin and laugh. This triggered something so deep down inside of me, and before I could stop myself, I had grabbed his arm and jerked him away.
“Mikey, what the fuck are you doing?” He asked angrily, giving me a rather confused look. I glared at him hard and looked at that fucking slut who was standing there, with an equally confused look on his face as well.
“What the fuck are you doing? Gerard, I know you're not stupid. I can't believe you're letting this piece of shit hang all over you.” I said, motioning to him, who, in return, widened his eyes and sat down his drink on a nearby table.
“What'd you call me?” He asked, taking a step toward me.
“Don't get in my fucking face, Vinnie. I'm sick of you. You're nothing but a filthy slut, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna let you put that...diseased thing inside my brother.” I said, motioning to his crotch. Gerard grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him, anger obvious in his eyes. “Mikey, what the hell are talking about?”
I jerked my arm away from him and looked back at Vinnie, who had a shocked look on his face. “Why don't you get the fuck out of here.”
“Why don't you make me, Mikey Boy?” He asked, raising his eyebrows at me. "Since you wanna act all big-and-bad, just make me." He stepped closer to me, now only a few inches away from my face and I gritted my teeth together, clenching my fists. Gerard walked between us and placed his hand on my chest and his other on Vinnie's, pushing us back away from each other.
“This is such bullshit. Mikey, stop it. You too, Vinnie. I didn't ask you guys to come out with me to start fighting,” he stated, turning his head to look at me. “What's your problem?”
“Him! I'm sick of seeing him get whoever the fuck he wants. He'll fuck anything that's got an ass. It's disgusting.” I said, having never taken my eyes off of Vinnie. If looks could kill...well, I'd be a dead man. But I really didn't care right now. I only wanted to make a point. And my point was: Vinnie Accardi was a slut.
Slut, slut, slut.
“You don't even fucking know me, Mikey. You have no right saying that shit about me,” Vinnie said, anger obvious in his eyes and tone of voice. He was pissed. Or, perhaps crazed. I couldn't be sure. “Where do you get off on this, huh?” He asked, twisting his hips at a certain angle as he placed one hand on his hip.
I wanted to backhand him.
“I don't get off on this, Vinnie. I'm just warning you. You fucking stay away from my brother. Don't touch him. Don't think about him. You got me?” I raised an eyebrow at him, and could see Gerard out the corner of my eyes. He seemed impressed, but shocked at the same time. This was unlike me to act this way, but it could have to do with the warmth in my head due to the drinks I'd consumed earlier in the night.
A very devious grin collapsed on Vinnie's lips and it sent a chill through my entire body. A creeped-out chill. What the fuck was wrong with this kid? He's lost his goddamn evolution.
“Got it.” He said in a almost cheery-sounding voice, and I glared at him deeply before glancing at my brother and then turning to head toward the exit of the bar. I needed to leave. I was suddenly very thankful that I'd brought my own car. And, I wasn't drunk or anything. Just slightly buzzed, but not entirely. I could walk a straight line, and I wasn't slurring. I felt fine.
I headed out of the bar and jogged across the street to the parking lot, slowing my jog to normal walking again, digging my car keys out of my pocket. My jaw was clenched, even though Vinnie was out of sight. He really got me worked up, and I wasn't even sure why. I mean, I know he's a slut and probably has a disease that he doesn't even know about, but I'm sick of him getting his way. Always getting his way. It sickened me - in the literal sense.
Once I'd reached my car, I slid the key in to unlock it and opened the door, sliding in and shutting the door behind me. I reached a hand up to adjust my glasses on my face, then sliding the starter key into the ignition, cranking the car.
Before I could even shift the car into reverse to back out, my passenger door flew open and...that fucking slut slid into my car. My car. He flashed a wide smile at me and said, “What's up?”
I gritted my teeth and spoke deeply, but calmly, “...what. Are you. Doing?”
“Don't get your panties in a bunch,” he replied, lifting his hips to pull out a pack of menthol cigarettes. I scoffed as he lit one and took a deep drag of it, rolling down the passenger window and exhaling the smoke into the sky. “Your brother told me to follow you.”
“So get the fuck out of my car! This isn't called following me. This is stalking.”
“Stalking? Honey, please. I don't have time to be a stalker.” He said with a grin, wiggling his eyebrows. This made my stomach turn and I scoffed again, bracing my hands against my steering wheel. I took and released a very deep breath, trying to get myself to calm down. I couldn't believe this was happening. Did he not understand the animosity I had toward him? The hatred I felt for him? I thought I'd made that perfectly clear.
“Are you fucking stupid?” I asked, looking straight at him. “Honestly. Are you?”
“Nah, but I'm not amazingly brilliant, either,” he said with a shrug, taking drags of his cigarette every once and a while. “I really want to know why you don't like me. It doesn't seem fair, seeing as though I've done nothing to you.”
“You're right. You haven't. But I can't stand you, nor the sight of your face, nor your fucking voice. So, if you'd be so kind, please get the fuck out of my car before I call the police.” He laughed as soon as my words left my mouth and this only made me angrier. Did he take me for a joke?
“Mikey, you're not gonna call the police. I just want to talk to you is all. All right? Is that cool?”
“No, that's not cool. I have nothing to say to you...” I paused for a moment and pulled my cell phone off of it's latch against my belt and flipped it open, dialing 9-1-1, although not pressing the send button just yet. “And, I will call the police. Don't push me.”
“Hey, hey. Easy. Jesus, dude, either you're really stressed or you need to get fuckin' laid. It's gotta be one or the other.” He stated, rolling his eyes at me. “Just give me five minutes. Five. And I'll leave you alone, I promise.”
I growled through a sigh and turned my car back off, leaning back against my seat, staring at my windshield. “Fine. Five fucking minutes. I'm timing you, too.”
I could see him take a final drag of his cigarette before he flicked it out of his window and then turned sideways on the seat so that he faced me. He reached a hand up to push his hair back and he sniffled softly a couple times.
...fucking slutty powder-monkey.
“I know I've only known you for maybe a year or so, including your brother, but he's a real good friend of mine. I'm not trying to hook up with him or anything, man. Really, I'm not. And, I was excited to meet you the first time that I did, 'cause Gerard had told me so much about you. And when I met you, it was a total let-down. You were nothing like he explained. So, I guessed you didn't like me. But you haven't liked me from day-one and I know it. Yet-...yet, you fuckin' smiled in my face and pretended to like me for a long fuckin' time. What's with that? That's flaw as fuck.”
“You're calling me flaw?” I asked, shock obvious in my voice, but he didn't say anything. “Vinnie, the only flaw person I know is you. You prance around like some goddamn queen, flirt until you've got the person right where you want them, and then use them for your own sick needs. And, then you throw them away like trash. What's with that?”
“That's just me. It's how I swing.”
“Well, you have a very wrong way of swinging.” I responded, even though it sounded terribly corny when I said it, but I ignored it and felt safe enough to blame it on being ‘buzzed.’
“Listen, who I fuck does not concern you. I live my own life. I don't need little boys like you trying to tell me who I can and can't fuck.”
“Little boy?” I questioned, my face dropping. “Vinnie. I'm twenty-five fucking years old. How old are you? Twenty?”
“Twenty-three, actually. You are a little boy. Age doesn't mean a thing. You act like a kid. You barely know what you're talking about half the time, and I bet you're very inexpierienced with sex, if you even have it at all. You're always worrying about small things, but never yourself. You've gotta watch out for yourself, you know? Yeah, it's good to keep an eye out for others, but most importantly, yourself.”
“Oh, my God, I do not need life-lessons from you, Vinnie. Honestly. And, stop calling me a little boy. Because I'm not. I'm more mature than you'll ever be. If anyone needs to grow up, it's you. You-...you have a very cold heart, and I mean that. I've seen the way you treat people.”
“Oh, whatever, Mikey,” he said with a sigh, twisting around in the seat for a new position. It grew quiet, suddenly. I actually wasn't timing him. I didn't feel the strength in me to do so. It seemed rather...childish, anyway.
Jesus, I am a little boy...
I'd closed my phone by now and placed it back on it's clasp at my belt, leaning my head back against my seat and closing my eyes beneath my glasses. He was still quiet, though, and it was almost...eerie.
“Five minutes has way passed.” He said, breaking the silence, a sniffle following after his words. I shrugged my shoulders lazily and glanced over at him momentarily. He was sitting with his legs curled under his body and his hands in his lap, eyes on me. If I wasn't mistaken, I think I could almost safely say I saw sadness in his gaze. Maybe...but, why?
“Hey. Let's agree to disagree. I'll keep out of your way, you keep out of mine. You'll never have to see my face again. Promise.” He nodded a few times and uncurled his legs from beneath him, shifting to open the car door, moving to step out.
I all of a sudden felt very bad. I've never been so hateful in my entire life. It almost seemed as though I'd won this battle, but the mere thought had me feeling like shit. God, why does this always happen? I can't help but feel bad after being mean to someone. I just cannot help it. It always seems to happen.
“Vinnie, wait...” I said quietly, a groan following. He paused from moving to step out of the car, and had just one leg out when he turned his head to look at me, curiosity spreading over his features. “I'm just-...I mean...oh, fuck it. I'm jealous of you.” I felt blood rush to my face once my words had left my mouth and I looked away from him, slumping further down into my seat. I felt like such a fucking fool.
“Jealous? Of me?” He shook his head and moved to sit back down in the car, shutting the door after him, and I felt his eyes glaring straight through me. “I've gotta hear this one.”
“Why? So it'll boost your already fuckin' huge ego? Fuck you.” I said in a bitter tone and he scoffed, “Just fucking tell me. It can't hurt.”
“Because you always get what you want. Because you're smooth. Because you're corruptive, but in that...jealous-worthy way. A lot of fucking people are jealous of you, because you go for what you want and usually get it, nine times out of ten. I just don't understand how or why.”
“How? Because I'm not ashamed. Why? Because I'm outgoing and just do not give a fuck. That's all. I can tell, however, that you are dangerously shy and would rather sit at home and read a book than go out and be social. Am I right?”
I rolled my eyes and he smirked. “Thought so.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“It has to do with everything. Mikey, you can't just sit at home and rot. People aren't going to come to you, if you don't even let yourself be known to society. You can't expect a whole lot of anything if you're not meeting anyone or anything half-way. And, you also can't go around talking shit to people because you're jealous of them. It doesn't solve anything.”
“Oh, God, more life lessons...”
“Deal with it. Someone's gotta give 'em to you.”
I sighed heavily again and shook my head a little bit, wondering why I started any of this anyway. I didn't think it'd come far enough for me to make confessions. I mean...fuck. Come on.
It'd grown quiet again, but I kept my eyes off of him, in fear of him catching me looking at him. Perhaps I was more buzzed than I wanted to believe, because Vinnie...this slut...suddenly looked pretty to me. I got the impression that he wanted to make more of himself, than what he was. But, maybe he just took whatever was dealt to him and ran with it. I don't blame him. If people desired me the way they desire him, I'm terrified to know that I'd probably act the same way he does. He has all reasons in the world to be the way he is. He's loved and adored by many people. Who wouldn't want that?
“You know what Mikey?” He spoke suddenly, and I turned my head to look at him. “I think you're jealous of me because you want me.”
“Vinnie. Don't make me vomit.”
“No, no, no. I'm serious. I honestly think that you want me.”
I laughed softly to myself and shook my head.
He really has lost his goddamn evolution.
“Yeah? And what makes you think that?” I asked, raising my eyebrows at him in an amused-fashion. He grinned a little bit and shrugged his shoulders, beginning to toy with a rip in the knee of his jeans with his forefinger. “You do. You got awfully protective when Gerard and I were standing together.”
“Yeah, because I didn't want you touching him.”
“But, why? And don't call me a fucking slut again. I'm not a slut. There's more to this whole situation than you're admitting to, Mikey Boy.” I rolled my eyes and laughed again, leaning my head back against my seat again. This was insane. I truly believe that Vinnie Accardi is crazed, now.
Suddenly, the weight on the front seats where we were sitting, shifted, and I could see him move closer to me out from the corner of my eye. This made my heart sort of jump in my chest and I turned my head quickly to look at him, narrowing my eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Hey. Relax,” he said, now in a quieter voice, sitting closer to me. I suddenly regretted buying a car where the front seats connect, like the back seats, and I groaned quietly to myself. “You can have me.” he stated, almost innocently, if possible.
“I don't want you.” I stated bluntly, staring at him firmly. He smiled and shook his head a little, pressing himself even closer to me. He lifted a hand up and gently slide some of my hair back and out of my eyes. The feel of his fingers brushing against my head and hair sent a chill down my spine, but this time...it was a good chill. And, where it came from, I have no fucking idea. This was too weird for me.
“Yes, you do. You want me, and I can tell,” he trailed the tip of his forefinger down along my jawline and I noticed him nibbling on his lower lip as he eyed over my face. Why I didn't move, is beyond me, but I almost felt stuck where I was. I could have opened the car door at any time...I could have punched him at any time...but, for the love of God, I could not will myself to move.
He traced his fingertip down along my throat and then down my clothed chest. His eyes followed with his hand and he curled his fingers against my shirt, giving it a slight tug to pull me closer to him. His face was now right in front of mine and his eyes were locked on mine as well. It took me a few moments to realize I was now breathing a little off-beat, and this only made him grin. He loosened his hand on my shirt and ran his palm over my clothed ribs and then downward, placing his hand against my thigh, giving it a small squeeze.
“Mikey, it's okay to want someone...even if you don't admit it, it's okay.” He moved his hand down to the inside of my thigh and gave it another small squeeze, now carressing it with his hand. This made me squirm in my seat, but I couldn't take my eyes off of him. How do people get away with this kind of shit? It's beyond me.
“...Vinnie...” I managed to breathe out, shaking my head a little. “...stop.”
“I'll stop when you say it like you mean it.” This made me whimper, when I realized I could not do such a thing. What was wrong with me? I have lost my goddamn evolution, now.
He leaned his face in closer to mine, almost as if he were going to kiss me, but didn't. His lips only ghosted over mine, and a smile was evident on his face as he did so. He shifted where he was sitting beside me and moved downward on the seat, his head now near my groin. I looked down at him, in absolute shock, and he grinned in a way that could be safely called evil.
I continued staring down at him in absolute disbelief, and he turned his head so that now I could only see the back of it. Suddenly, I felt his mouth against my clothed groin and this made me gasp sharply, bracing my hands against my steering wheel again. I felt him bite at my groin, although not too hard, and I leaned my head back again, whimpering lowly.
I felt one of his hands begin to toy with my belt until he got it undone and began working on the button of my jeans, working it open and pulling my zipper down afterwards. He nuzzled his face against my groin and I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, praying to find my voice so that I could tell him to stop.
...I wasn't even sure if I wanted him to stop. I hadn't had someone go down on me in a very long time, and it was something I really enjoyed when done. Maybe if I pretended it wasn't him...
I gasped again when I suddenly felt one of his hands digging inside of my now open jeans, and I tensed slightly, gripping my steering wheel tightly in my hands. I bit down on my lower lip and whimpered almost pathetically when I felt his hands wrap around my dick, and he shifted my jeans with his opposite hand to expose my dick from its confines.
I looked down at him, almost breathless now, and he laughed in a deep voice, speaking lowly, “Well, I'll never call you a kid again.” I'm sure I would have laughed, had I been capable at the moment in time. I felt him sigh against my tip and I gripped my steering wheel in what could be considered a death-like grip. I was almost certain I'd break it if my grip tightened anymore, if even possible.
I found myself sort of pushing my hips upward to his face, needing some kind of contact with him. I guessed he took my gesture as a clue, and I felt him flick his tongue over my tip, very slowly running his tongue against my slit as to tease it, and my mouth fell slack as a very low, deep moan worked up from within my throat. My muslces all began to relax and I willed one of my hands off the steering wheel, blindly threading my fingers through his mess of black hair. Very slowly, he wrapped his lips around my tip and began to lower his mouth down onto me fully, not stopping until I was completely buried inside of his throat. A mix of a whimper/moan fell from my lips at this, and a shiver coursed through my body, my fingers twisting into his hair as to get a grip on it.
He wasted no time before he began to move his head in an up-and-down motion, putting his very talented tongue to use against my underside and tip. I could feel him sucking his cheeks in, each time he'd lower his mouth onto me, which only told me he was more expierenced in this than he would ever admit to. I couldn't help myself from pressing my hips upward against his throat, but he didn't gag once.
Jesus Christ...
I gave his hair a firm tug, which earned me a moan from his mouth. The vibrations only made me shiver again, and I whimpered a soft “fuck” through a breath, still in a state of shock that this was happening. I quickly learned, though, that he enjoyed his hair being pulled, so I began to do just that. I gave small tugs every once and a while, in between them, giving harder ones as well. Each time, though, he moaned in approval, never slowing his mouth on me, though.
To my surprise, he quickened his mouth on me, sucking impossibly harder now. I quickly became a mess of moans and whimpers, completely oblivious to anything else that might've been going on around me. But, at the time, I didn't really care about what was going on around me. All that mattered was this amazingly talented man who had his head between my thighs.
He lifted his head up and off of me, and I groaned loudly in disapproval, thinking that he may be stopping. But that thought quickly erased from my mind when I felt him drag his teeth over my tip and then suck against it slowly, massaging his tongue against me as well. My head grew somewhat dizzy at this, and I rolled my eyes in the back of my head, feeling as if I'd just melt beneath his touches.
The pit of my stomach was beginning to tense and I gave his hair another firm tug at the feel, moaning out deeply, “..keep goin', Vin...” He immediately obeyed my request, working his mouth on me even faster now. I didn't know if I should come in his mouth or warn him, but I decided I could just apologize afterwards. I didn't feel up to a spoken warning. It'd ruin the moment.
I could feel sweat pooling on my forehead, but ignored it, breathing noticeably off-beat. He rolled his tongue rhythmically against me, which practically drove me into a frenzy of whimpers in-between my safe-to-be-called panting, and I ran my tongue over my lips, sucking my lower one into my mouth momentarily.
I thrusted my hips upward again and he lowered his head until my tip was pushing hard against the back of his throat. I let go of my lip to emit a long, drawn-out deep moan, and he let up a bit, moving his head up-and-down again, but somewhat faster now. I felt as if I was being driven out of my skin. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt this good.
Warmth began pooling in the pit of my stomach, and I gripped his hair as firmly as I could, although, trying not to pull any out, keeping a stilled-grip, letting my hand follow along with his head movements. He moaned around me again, and I cried out, finding myself holding my breath for a few long moments. My mouth was slack as I leaned my head back against my seat, squeezing my eyes closed tightly, my back arching against my seat just a bit. Seconds later, I came into his mouth, my entire body shuddering from the force of my orgasm, and spurts of breathing escaped my lips.
He didn't stop right away though. He continued to work his mouth on me, draining me of any strength I may have had, and I let go of his hair, whimpering almost pathetically, falling lax against my seat. I felt him slowly pull up and off of my dick and I cracked my eyes open halfway to look at him. He was grinning, and he leaned his face in close to mine. He looked over my eyes before leaning across my lap, opening my door and spitting out what he'd just pulled from my body.
I couldn't help but crack a smirk at this, and he leaned back again, shutting the door back. I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it, sliding my tongue over my lips as I lifted my hips, adjusting myself back into my jeans and boxers, and then clasped my jeans closed, fixing my belt around my waist.
“...what was that for?” I asked, not sure of what else to say at the moment.
“Consider it a ‘let's be friends’ request.” I smirked at him, turning my head against my seat to look at him. “I think I can work with that.”
[ ..i am half asleep, so if this was awful, i do apologize. ]
By: me; Ivy / _precious_fear
Coupling: Vinnie Accardi (of Brand New) and Mikey Way (of My Chemical Romance)
Rating: NC-17 - slash/language.
Description: Look at him. What a fucking slut.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Look at him.
What a fucking slut.
Hanging all over anyone who paid him any attention. Thrusting his fingers through his almost shoulder length black, wavy hair. Flashing bright smiles. Laughing obnoxiously. Wearing the tightest shirt he could probably find in his wardrobe, which would ride up his stomach slightly when he'd move a certain way. The tightest jeans he owned. Beer in hand.
It was disgusting.
I rolled my eyes to myself and turned around on the bar stool I was sitting on, picking up my beer to take another sip of it, finishing it off before I stood up, starting to push through the crowd of people. I needed to get out of here before I did something stupid. He was pissing me off beyond words and he didn't even know it. I avoided bars at all costs, but my older brother had begged me to come tonight. So I did. And now he was no where in sight.
I shoved a few drunk people out of my way who were making rude comments to me, their alcohol drenched breath right in my face. I couldn't stand it.
When I'd finally gotten across to the other side of the room, I saw something that made me stop right in my tracks.
My brother. My only brother. My fucking flesh and blood had his arms wrapped around that fucking slut and was whispering something in his ear, in which made him grin and laugh. This triggered something so deep down inside of me, and before I could stop myself, I had grabbed his arm and jerked him away.
“Mikey, what the fuck are you doing?” He asked angrily, giving me a rather confused look. I glared at him hard and looked at that fucking slut who was standing there, with an equally confused look on his face as well.
“What the fuck are you doing? Gerard, I know you're not stupid. I can't believe you're letting this piece of shit hang all over you.” I said, motioning to him, who, in return, widened his eyes and sat down his drink on a nearby table.
“What'd you call me?” He asked, taking a step toward me.
“Don't get in my fucking face, Vinnie. I'm sick of you. You're nothing but a filthy slut, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna let you put that...diseased thing inside my brother.” I said, motioning to his crotch. Gerard grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him, anger obvious in his eyes. “Mikey, what the hell are talking about?”
I jerked my arm away from him and looked back at Vinnie, who had a shocked look on his face. “Why don't you get the fuck out of here.”
“Why don't you make me, Mikey Boy?” He asked, raising his eyebrows at me. "Since you wanna act all big-and-bad, just make me." He stepped closer to me, now only a few inches away from my face and I gritted my teeth together, clenching my fists. Gerard walked between us and placed his hand on my chest and his other on Vinnie's, pushing us back away from each other.
“This is such bullshit. Mikey, stop it. You too, Vinnie. I didn't ask you guys to come out with me to start fighting,” he stated, turning his head to look at me. “What's your problem?”
“Him! I'm sick of seeing him get whoever the fuck he wants. He'll fuck anything that's got an ass. It's disgusting.” I said, having never taken my eyes off of Vinnie. If looks could kill...well, I'd be a dead man. But I really didn't care right now. I only wanted to make a point. And my point was: Vinnie Accardi was a slut.
Slut, slut, slut.
“You don't even fucking know me, Mikey. You have no right saying that shit about me,” Vinnie said, anger obvious in his eyes and tone of voice. He was pissed. Or, perhaps crazed. I couldn't be sure. “Where do you get off on this, huh?” He asked, twisting his hips at a certain angle as he placed one hand on his hip.
I wanted to backhand him.
“I don't get off on this, Vinnie. I'm just warning you. You fucking stay away from my brother. Don't touch him. Don't think about him. You got me?” I raised an eyebrow at him, and could see Gerard out the corner of my eyes. He seemed impressed, but shocked at the same time. This was unlike me to act this way, but it could have to do with the warmth in my head due to the drinks I'd consumed earlier in the night.
A very devious grin collapsed on Vinnie's lips and it sent a chill through my entire body. A creeped-out chill. What the fuck was wrong with this kid? He's lost his goddamn evolution.
“Got it.” He said in a almost cheery-sounding voice, and I glared at him deeply before glancing at my brother and then turning to head toward the exit of the bar. I needed to leave. I was suddenly very thankful that I'd brought my own car. And, I wasn't drunk or anything. Just slightly buzzed, but not entirely. I could walk a straight line, and I wasn't slurring. I felt fine.
I headed out of the bar and jogged across the street to the parking lot, slowing my jog to normal walking again, digging my car keys out of my pocket. My jaw was clenched, even though Vinnie was out of sight. He really got me worked up, and I wasn't even sure why. I mean, I know he's a slut and probably has a disease that he doesn't even know about, but I'm sick of him getting his way. Always getting his way. It sickened me - in the literal sense.
Once I'd reached my car, I slid the key in to unlock it and opened the door, sliding in and shutting the door behind me. I reached a hand up to adjust my glasses on my face, then sliding the starter key into the ignition, cranking the car.
Before I could even shift the car into reverse to back out, my passenger door flew open and...that fucking slut slid into my car. My car. He flashed a wide smile at me and said, “What's up?”
I gritted my teeth and spoke deeply, but calmly, “...what. Are you. Doing?”
“Don't get your panties in a bunch,” he replied, lifting his hips to pull out a pack of menthol cigarettes. I scoffed as he lit one and took a deep drag of it, rolling down the passenger window and exhaling the smoke into the sky. “Your brother told me to follow you.”
“So get the fuck out of my car! This isn't called following me. This is stalking.”
“Stalking? Honey, please. I don't have time to be a stalker.” He said with a grin, wiggling his eyebrows. This made my stomach turn and I scoffed again, bracing my hands against my steering wheel. I took and released a very deep breath, trying to get myself to calm down. I couldn't believe this was happening. Did he not understand the animosity I had toward him? The hatred I felt for him? I thought I'd made that perfectly clear.
“Are you fucking stupid?” I asked, looking straight at him. “Honestly. Are you?”
“Nah, but I'm not amazingly brilliant, either,” he said with a shrug, taking drags of his cigarette every once and a while. “I really want to know why you don't like me. It doesn't seem fair, seeing as though I've done nothing to you.”
“You're right. You haven't. But I can't stand you, nor the sight of your face, nor your fucking voice. So, if you'd be so kind, please get the fuck out of my car before I call the police.” He laughed as soon as my words left my mouth and this only made me angrier. Did he take me for a joke?
“Mikey, you're not gonna call the police. I just want to talk to you is all. All right? Is that cool?”
“No, that's not cool. I have nothing to say to you...” I paused for a moment and pulled my cell phone off of it's latch against my belt and flipped it open, dialing 9-1-1, although not pressing the send button just yet. “And, I will call the police. Don't push me.”
“Hey, hey. Easy. Jesus, dude, either you're really stressed or you need to get fuckin' laid. It's gotta be one or the other.” He stated, rolling his eyes at me. “Just give me five minutes. Five. And I'll leave you alone, I promise.”
I growled through a sigh and turned my car back off, leaning back against my seat, staring at my windshield. “Fine. Five fucking minutes. I'm timing you, too.”
I could see him take a final drag of his cigarette before he flicked it out of his window and then turned sideways on the seat so that he faced me. He reached a hand up to push his hair back and he sniffled softly a couple times.
...fucking slutty powder-monkey.
“I know I've only known you for maybe a year or so, including your brother, but he's a real good friend of mine. I'm not trying to hook up with him or anything, man. Really, I'm not. And, I was excited to meet you the first time that I did, 'cause Gerard had told me so much about you. And when I met you, it was a total let-down. You were nothing like he explained. So, I guessed you didn't like me. But you haven't liked me from day-one and I know it. Yet-...yet, you fuckin' smiled in my face and pretended to like me for a long fuckin' time. What's with that? That's flaw as fuck.”
“You're calling me flaw?” I asked, shock obvious in my voice, but he didn't say anything. “Vinnie, the only flaw person I know is you. You prance around like some goddamn queen, flirt until you've got the person right where you want them, and then use them for your own sick needs. And, then you throw them away like trash. What's with that?”
“That's just me. It's how I swing.”
“Well, you have a very wrong way of swinging.” I responded, even though it sounded terribly corny when I said it, but I ignored it and felt safe enough to blame it on being ‘buzzed.’
“Listen, who I fuck does not concern you. I live my own life. I don't need little boys like you trying to tell me who I can and can't fuck.”
“Little boy?” I questioned, my face dropping. “Vinnie. I'm twenty-five fucking years old. How old are you? Twenty?”
“Twenty-three, actually. You are a little boy. Age doesn't mean a thing. You act like a kid. You barely know what you're talking about half the time, and I bet you're very inexpierienced with sex, if you even have it at all. You're always worrying about small things, but never yourself. You've gotta watch out for yourself, you know? Yeah, it's good to keep an eye out for others, but most importantly, yourself.”
“Oh, my God, I do not need life-lessons from you, Vinnie. Honestly. And, stop calling me a little boy. Because I'm not. I'm more mature than you'll ever be. If anyone needs to grow up, it's you. You-...you have a very cold heart, and I mean that. I've seen the way you treat people.”
“Oh, whatever, Mikey,” he said with a sigh, twisting around in the seat for a new position. It grew quiet, suddenly. I actually wasn't timing him. I didn't feel the strength in me to do so. It seemed rather...childish, anyway.
Jesus, I am a little boy...
I'd closed my phone by now and placed it back on it's clasp at my belt, leaning my head back against my seat and closing my eyes beneath my glasses. He was still quiet, though, and it was almost...eerie.
“Five minutes has way passed.” He said, breaking the silence, a sniffle following after his words. I shrugged my shoulders lazily and glanced over at him momentarily. He was sitting with his legs curled under his body and his hands in his lap, eyes on me. If I wasn't mistaken, I think I could almost safely say I saw sadness in his gaze. Maybe...but, why?
“Hey. Let's agree to disagree. I'll keep out of your way, you keep out of mine. You'll never have to see my face again. Promise.” He nodded a few times and uncurled his legs from beneath him, shifting to open the car door, moving to step out.
I all of a sudden felt very bad. I've never been so hateful in my entire life. It almost seemed as though I'd won this battle, but the mere thought had me feeling like shit. God, why does this always happen? I can't help but feel bad after being mean to someone. I just cannot help it. It always seems to happen.
“Vinnie, wait...” I said quietly, a groan following. He paused from moving to step out of the car, and had just one leg out when he turned his head to look at me, curiosity spreading over his features. “I'm just-...I mean...oh, fuck it. I'm jealous of you.” I felt blood rush to my face once my words had left my mouth and I looked away from him, slumping further down into my seat. I felt like such a fucking fool.
“Jealous? Of me?” He shook his head and moved to sit back down in the car, shutting the door after him, and I felt his eyes glaring straight through me. “I've gotta hear this one.”
“Why? So it'll boost your already fuckin' huge ego? Fuck you.” I said in a bitter tone and he scoffed, “Just fucking tell me. It can't hurt.”
“Because you always get what you want. Because you're smooth. Because you're corruptive, but in that...jealous-worthy way. A lot of fucking people are jealous of you, because you go for what you want and usually get it, nine times out of ten. I just don't understand how or why.”
“How? Because I'm not ashamed. Why? Because I'm outgoing and just do not give a fuck. That's all. I can tell, however, that you are dangerously shy and would rather sit at home and read a book than go out and be social. Am I right?”
I rolled my eyes and he smirked. “Thought so.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“It has to do with everything. Mikey, you can't just sit at home and rot. People aren't going to come to you, if you don't even let yourself be known to society. You can't expect a whole lot of anything if you're not meeting anyone or anything half-way. And, you also can't go around talking shit to people because you're jealous of them. It doesn't solve anything.”
“Oh, God, more life lessons...”
“Deal with it. Someone's gotta give 'em to you.”
I sighed heavily again and shook my head a little bit, wondering why I started any of this anyway. I didn't think it'd come far enough for me to make confessions. I mean...fuck. Come on.
It'd grown quiet again, but I kept my eyes off of him, in fear of him catching me looking at him. Perhaps I was more buzzed than I wanted to believe, because Vinnie...this slut...suddenly looked pretty to me. I got the impression that he wanted to make more of himself, than what he was. But, maybe he just took whatever was dealt to him and ran with it. I don't blame him. If people desired me the way they desire him, I'm terrified to know that I'd probably act the same way he does. He has all reasons in the world to be the way he is. He's loved and adored by many people. Who wouldn't want that?
“You know what Mikey?” He spoke suddenly, and I turned my head to look at him. “I think you're jealous of me because you want me.”
“Vinnie. Don't make me vomit.”
“No, no, no. I'm serious. I honestly think that you want me.”
I laughed softly to myself and shook my head.
He really has lost his goddamn evolution.
“Yeah? And what makes you think that?” I asked, raising my eyebrows at him in an amused-fashion. He grinned a little bit and shrugged his shoulders, beginning to toy with a rip in the knee of his jeans with his forefinger. “You do. You got awfully protective when Gerard and I were standing together.”
“Yeah, because I didn't want you touching him.”
“But, why? And don't call me a fucking slut again. I'm not a slut. There's more to this whole situation than you're admitting to, Mikey Boy.” I rolled my eyes and laughed again, leaning my head back against my seat again. This was insane. I truly believe that Vinnie Accardi is crazed, now.
Suddenly, the weight on the front seats where we were sitting, shifted, and I could see him move closer to me out from the corner of my eye. This made my heart sort of jump in my chest and I turned my head quickly to look at him, narrowing my eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Hey. Relax,” he said, now in a quieter voice, sitting closer to me. I suddenly regretted buying a car where the front seats connect, like the back seats, and I groaned quietly to myself. “You can have me.” he stated, almost innocently, if possible.
“I don't want you.” I stated bluntly, staring at him firmly. He smiled and shook his head a little, pressing himself even closer to me. He lifted a hand up and gently slide some of my hair back and out of my eyes. The feel of his fingers brushing against my head and hair sent a chill down my spine, but this time...it was a good chill. And, where it came from, I have no fucking idea. This was too weird for me.
“Yes, you do. You want me, and I can tell,” he trailed the tip of his forefinger down along my jawline and I noticed him nibbling on his lower lip as he eyed over my face. Why I didn't move, is beyond me, but I almost felt stuck where I was. I could have opened the car door at any time...I could have punched him at any time...but, for the love of God, I could not will myself to move.
He traced his fingertip down along my throat and then down my clothed chest. His eyes followed with his hand and he curled his fingers against my shirt, giving it a slight tug to pull me closer to him. His face was now right in front of mine and his eyes were locked on mine as well. It took me a few moments to realize I was now breathing a little off-beat, and this only made him grin. He loosened his hand on my shirt and ran his palm over my clothed ribs and then downward, placing his hand against my thigh, giving it a small squeeze.
“Mikey, it's okay to want someone...even if you don't admit it, it's okay.” He moved his hand down to the inside of my thigh and gave it another small squeeze, now carressing it with his hand. This made me squirm in my seat, but I couldn't take my eyes off of him. How do people get away with this kind of shit? It's beyond me.
“...Vinnie...” I managed to breathe out, shaking my head a little. “...stop.”
“I'll stop when you say it like you mean it.” This made me whimper, when I realized I could not do such a thing. What was wrong with me? I have lost my goddamn evolution, now.
He leaned his face in closer to mine, almost as if he were going to kiss me, but didn't. His lips only ghosted over mine, and a smile was evident on his face as he did so. He shifted where he was sitting beside me and moved downward on the seat, his head now near my groin. I looked down at him, in absolute shock, and he grinned in a way that could be safely called evil.
I continued staring down at him in absolute disbelief, and he turned his head so that now I could only see the back of it. Suddenly, I felt his mouth against my clothed groin and this made me gasp sharply, bracing my hands against my steering wheel again. I felt him bite at my groin, although not too hard, and I leaned my head back again, whimpering lowly.
I felt one of his hands begin to toy with my belt until he got it undone and began working on the button of my jeans, working it open and pulling my zipper down afterwards. He nuzzled his face against my groin and I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, praying to find my voice so that I could tell him to stop.
...I wasn't even sure if I wanted him to stop. I hadn't had someone go down on me in a very long time, and it was something I really enjoyed when done. Maybe if I pretended it wasn't him...
I gasped again when I suddenly felt one of his hands digging inside of my now open jeans, and I tensed slightly, gripping my steering wheel tightly in my hands. I bit down on my lower lip and whimpered almost pathetically when I felt his hands wrap around my dick, and he shifted my jeans with his opposite hand to expose my dick from its confines.
I looked down at him, almost breathless now, and he laughed in a deep voice, speaking lowly, “Well, I'll never call you a kid again.” I'm sure I would have laughed, had I been capable at the moment in time. I felt him sigh against my tip and I gripped my steering wheel in what could be considered a death-like grip. I was almost certain I'd break it if my grip tightened anymore, if even possible.
I found myself sort of pushing my hips upward to his face, needing some kind of contact with him. I guessed he took my gesture as a clue, and I felt him flick his tongue over my tip, very slowly running his tongue against my slit as to tease it, and my mouth fell slack as a very low, deep moan worked up from within my throat. My muslces all began to relax and I willed one of my hands off the steering wheel, blindly threading my fingers through his mess of black hair. Very slowly, he wrapped his lips around my tip and began to lower his mouth down onto me fully, not stopping until I was completely buried inside of his throat. A mix of a whimper/moan fell from my lips at this, and a shiver coursed through my body, my fingers twisting into his hair as to get a grip on it.
He wasted no time before he began to move his head in an up-and-down motion, putting his very talented tongue to use against my underside and tip. I could feel him sucking his cheeks in, each time he'd lower his mouth onto me, which only told me he was more expierenced in this than he would ever admit to. I couldn't help myself from pressing my hips upward against his throat, but he didn't gag once.
Jesus Christ...
I gave his hair a firm tug, which earned me a moan from his mouth. The vibrations only made me shiver again, and I whimpered a soft “fuck” through a breath, still in a state of shock that this was happening. I quickly learned, though, that he enjoyed his hair being pulled, so I began to do just that. I gave small tugs every once and a while, in between them, giving harder ones as well. Each time, though, he moaned in approval, never slowing his mouth on me, though.
To my surprise, he quickened his mouth on me, sucking impossibly harder now. I quickly became a mess of moans and whimpers, completely oblivious to anything else that might've been going on around me. But, at the time, I didn't really care about what was going on around me. All that mattered was this amazingly talented man who had his head between my thighs.
He lifted his head up and off of me, and I groaned loudly in disapproval, thinking that he may be stopping. But that thought quickly erased from my mind when I felt him drag his teeth over my tip and then suck against it slowly, massaging his tongue against me as well. My head grew somewhat dizzy at this, and I rolled my eyes in the back of my head, feeling as if I'd just melt beneath his touches.
The pit of my stomach was beginning to tense and I gave his hair another firm tug at the feel, moaning out deeply, “..keep goin', Vin...” He immediately obeyed my request, working his mouth on me even faster now. I didn't know if I should come in his mouth or warn him, but I decided I could just apologize afterwards. I didn't feel up to a spoken warning. It'd ruin the moment.
I could feel sweat pooling on my forehead, but ignored it, breathing noticeably off-beat. He rolled his tongue rhythmically against me, which practically drove me into a frenzy of whimpers in-between my safe-to-be-called panting, and I ran my tongue over my lips, sucking my lower one into my mouth momentarily.
I thrusted my hips upward again and he lowered his head until my tip was pushing hard against the back of his throat. I let go of my lip to emit a long, drawn-out deep moan, and he let up a bit, moving his head up-and-down again, but somewhat faster now. I felt as if I was being driven out of my skin. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt this good.
Warmth began pooling in the pit of my stomach, and I gripped his hair as firmly as I could, although, trying not to pull any out, keeping a stilled-grip, letting my hand follow along with his head movements. He moaned around me again, and I cried out, finding myself holding my breath for a few long moments. My mouth was slack as I leaned my head back against my seat, squeezing my eyes closed tightly, my back arching against my seat just a bit. Seconds later, I came into his mouth, my entire body shuddering from the force of my orgasm, and spurts of breathing escaped my lips.
He didn't stop right away though. He continued to work his mouth on me, draining me of any strength I may have had, and I let go of his hair, whimpering almost pathetically, falling lax against my seat. I felt him slowly pull up and off of my dick and I cracked my eyes open halfway to look at him. He was grinning, and he leaned his face in close to mine. He looked over my eyes before leaning across my lap, opening my door and spitting out what he'd just pulled from my body.
I couldn't help but crack a smirk at this, and he leaned back again, shutting the door back. I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it, sliding my tongue over my lips as I lifted my hips, adjusting myself back into my jeans and boxers, and then clasped my jeans closed, fixing my belt around my waist.
“...what was that for?” I asked, not sure of what else to say at the moment.
“Consider it a ‘let's be friends’ request.” I smirked at him, turning my head against my seat to look at him. “I think I can work with that.”
[ ..i am half asleep, so if this was awful, i do apologize. ]