Third part's the charm?
I may have overmushed this in the end part. Part three is here for those of you reading, and I have like 1 or 2 more chunks to post later. I never knew this would get so long O_o;;
I meant to post this earlier but um..I have a problem remembering things.
Fic: Lone Wolf in a Cage
1st Chapter: http://community.livejournal.com/blades_of_glory/322974.html#cutid1
2nd Chapter: http://community.livejournal.com/blades_of_glory/324097.html#cutid1
Third Chapter Title: Tall Dude and Hairy
Pairing: Chazz/Jimmy
Rating: Overall fic, NC17. This part? I dunno, pg-13, r.
Wordcount: 2356
Summary: Jimmy figures out some of this mess and gets to see Chazz.
Jimmy spent most of his days obsessed with watching the news. He too knew something was wrong. Heck the media knew it too. The “victims” acted like heroes, talking about it every chance they got and seemingly making it a goal to mention just how gay Chazz was. Worse, Jimmy couldn’t even visit Chazz, being told he was a high risk prisoner and in isolation. Why?
“It’s bullshit if you ask me. Complete bullshit.” Mark sighed and tossed his napkin aside. He, Joey, and Jimmy had been hanging out a lot.
“Everyone knows there’s more to this,” Joey added. “Ask anyone out there on the street. No one believes he did it.”
Jimmy nodded. “Maybe we should stage something to get them to confess.”
“How on earth would we do that?” Joey asked.
“With Jimmy,” Mark said slowly, nodding at him. “Chazz’s partner eventually has to say something on this right? And he might even want to talk to the victims…reassure them everything is all right, tell them he can sympathize with them…”
“Why would I symp-oh.” For information. “But they probably know Chazz called me, I bet the cops even have a recording. And I’m sure they know I went to visit him.”
“I don’t see how they would find out about all that, but, so what?” Mark shrugged. “You felt threatened, scared for your life, pressured. Just lie.”
Jimmy frowned. “I don’t really like to lie.”
“Want your boyfriend out of jail?” Joey asked.
“He’s not my…yea, I want him out,” Jimmy responded, red in the face. He had told no one what occurred that night. But he could tell by their smirks that they already knew.
Getting close to them was actually easy. Jimmy just had to say as Chazz’s partner, he’d like to speak with his victims, and preferably in private. Obviously, the reporters wanted in, but Jimmy said no. He hired his usual guards that aided him at events and posted them at the door of an upperclass bar. He wanted to have a friendly environment to talk to them in.
They showed up, smiling and friendly. Suspicious. Jimmy introduced himself although he didn’t really need to, but they didn’t give their names. Surprisingly, Jimmy didn’t know what their names really were. He always heard “the victims in the Michaels case,” like their names weren’t being said on purpose. All he knew was they were two strange guys and his Chazz was in jail. They said they were nervous, and he decided that was okay. They made small chitchat and ordered drinks before the two talked about the issue Jimmy wanted to get to. In his head he nicknamed them “Hairy” and “Tall Dude”.
He broke the ice with a lie. “I was relieved when you two came forward…Chazz liked to force me to do a lot of awkward stuff that…well…wasn’t part of our routine.”
“Oh yea?” Hairy grinned. Why? “That sucks. Well you can talk to us of course.”
“I know! It’s great to have someone understand.” He sighed and stirred the drink he hadn’t touched. “Now he won’t threaten me all the time. See he invites me to shower and I…I uh…I don’t really want to talk about it. More drinks?”
“Sure!” Tall Dude nodded vigorously, and Jimmy ordered them some questionable shots. Whatever they wanted, they got, because ‘”he felt so bad for them, going through more than Chazz had put him through which was pretty bad.”
Jimmy still only even finished one drink. He ordered shots when they did - but tossed his aside when they took theirs. He kept on with his fake sob story. “My dad left me…on the side of the road! So I thought maybe it’s time to really trust another dude again, who says we’re like brothers and then and then he touches me….” Being sober, Jimmy was squeamish about his claims of what Chazz did to him in the lie.
Hairy was quite drunk, and slung an arm around Jimmy’s shoulders. “It’s okay! You got us!”
“Yea! You can help us make sure the fucker is behind bars!” Tall Dude agreed.
“How!?” Jimmy sobbed, half of it real as he did not want Chazz behind bars. He ordered more drinks for them too.
Hairy was wobbling by that point, stumbling as he paced behind Jimmy. “Look…just tell the judge, he’s on our side you know, a friend of ours, and he’s pretty much got the force under his thumb. Doesn’t hurt that some of the guys on there find his type disgusting-“
“His type?”
“Gays, freaks. I can’t even tell you how disgusting I felt when he took me into the hotel room-“
“Hotel room?” Click. Their story hadn’t involved it being in a hotel room.
“Yea! He took us out drinkin’, wined and dined us and then fucking 69’d us!” He said angrily, bringing his fist down on the bar countertop. Tall Dude however looked like he was about to freak out.
“That’s not how it happened! It…uh…it happened…uh…” He seemed as though he couldn’t remember. “In the woods.”
“The…woods? That’s not what the media says, they say he has a gay-“
“It was him and his gay loveslave!” Hairy declared before falling on his ass.
“Right.” Jimmy said, backing away from them. “I gotta go.”
Tall Dude shot Jimmy a hateful look. “I know…I know what yer doin. But you can’t prove what we said.”
“Actually, I can.” Jimmy pointed out the bartender, who aside from sliding them drinks, had seemed pretty nonexistent the whole time. “And the place has cameras…see you later, gentlemen.”
And he walked out.
After letting his friends know what happened, Jimmy immediately went to the police station. He didn’t know where to begin, but started by saying he had information on the Chazz Michael Michaels rape case and yea - he had a witness. The cop he worked with was actually a nice guy. “I don’t even think he did it,” he told Jimmy.
“Then why is he still in jail?” Jimmy asked. If this guy thought he was innocent, chances were others on the force did as well.
“Because I’ve got a much lower status than the bigshots who put him in there. In fact, I wasn’t even asked to aid in the arrest despite it being on my shift.” He smiled sadly. “And Gary…the judge…well he seems to hate Chazz. I’d like to help, though.”
And it was through him that Jimmy managed to make contact with a lawyer on Chazz’s behalf. It was so easy, too. Chazz certainly couldn’t do it with the forces against him, but Jimmy…he had no problems. Chazz had a retrial coming. No bail - that sucked - but a retrial. They could call the bartender as a witness!
The lawyer did warn him though - the judge was likely to hold Chazz on any small charge he could get, and he was currently looking into his club. He had a liquor license, but there was a chance there had been some drugs done on his property, and maybe some prostitution. Jimmy swallowed. He still had an uphill battle for his friend.
The second courtroom meeting seemed to go well. Jimmy was allowed to be in the same room as Chazz and the two kept looking at each other, sometimes exchanging smiles, but most of them were nervous. Would it even work? There was a tape from the bar camera, and no one could dispute that. And the bartender was there too.
The lawyer Jimmy met with did wonders too. He managed to get the Hairy guy to admit that he and his friend had actually used one of Chazz’s used condoms for…well it was pretty gross. But that had been the source of their evidence.
However, the judge was still convinced that Chazz had been up to something. He claimed there was drug dealing on his property, and that Chazz had men charging to have sex with them so the money could benefit his club. What made Jimmy shake with anger though was the lack of evidence. The judge even left before they could question him.
It was back to jail for Chazz. He wouldn’t be in as long…but he’d still be in for a while since they were so unwilling to let him go. It was time for Jimmy to think again. But first - he spoke to the lawyer, and the cop he met coming in. He would get to visit Chazz.
Back in again. Chazz slumped against the wall of his cell the next day with a sigh. He was never going to get out of there. He only got to see Jimmy in court too, he didn’t even get to speak to him. It was like a really lame and aggravating hell. He rested his head on his knees and stayed there even as he heard keys jangling and footsteps.
“Chazz, you have a visitor.”
Chazz snorted in response. Maybe an interviewer, or someone with nasty comments. He had a few of the latter. “Fine.”
“Chazz!”
“Jimmy!?” Chazz looked up immediately and was greeted with the sight of Jimmy dressed in a short sleeve blue shirt with dolphin print and some tight jeans. He hopped up and ran to the bars, grabbing one in each hand. “Hey man!” he said, slowly smiling. “How did you manage to get in?”
“I met one of the good guys,” Jimmy answered, nodding at the cop wandering off - leaving them alone, even. “He helped me with everything and got me in…” he trailed off.
“Yea…” Chazz said, and they stared at each other a bit. “You don’t have to stand so far away.”
“Oh,” Jimmy blinked and walked forward, he had obviously been lost in his own thoughts. He raised a hand and after a slight pause, closed it over one of Chazz’s hands. “I’ve been wanting to see you ever since you walked out of that room, back at the club.”
“Same,” Chazz responded, and leaned his head against the bars, facing down. “There’s a lot to touch on.”
“Yes…” Jimmy reached up with his free hand and touched Chazz’s hair, running it through his fingers. “I would have wanted you out of here regardless that encounter of course, but ever since that happened I’ve, well, let’s just say separation was the worst possible thing that could have happened.”
Chazz looked up and let Jimmy’s fingers slide accidentally against his cheek before Jimmy reddened and withdrew it. He grinned. “Left you permanently horny with no way to relieve it?”
“Chazz!” Jimmy hissed softly and shuffled, and Chazz knew at least a little of that statement was actually true. But he stayed as he had been, although suddenly unsure what to do with that free hand. “I miss you.”
“Miss you too.” Chazz moved the hand Jimmy was grasping off the jailbar, but before Jimmy’s arm could fall away, he grabbed it and raised the slim hand to his lips, pressing against it in a kiss. He still didn’t let go afterwards, bringing Jimmy’s hand to his face and letting it rest there, dropping his arm back to his side.
“Chazz….” Jimmy brought his face closer.
“You’ve been saying my name a lot. I like it,” Chazz said as Jimmy stroked his cheek and guided his face closer to the bars. He had to let go so that Chazz could press against the bars.
And, it was a little hard to manage, but with the right angling, Jimmy managed to get close enough so that his lips touched Chazz’s and they were able to kiss. Chazz got his arms through enough that he could reach out and run his hands along Jimmy’s arms, sides, hold the back of his head. When they broke neither of them said anything for a little while.
Jimmy finally spoke, his face still so close to Chazz’s he could feel the breath of the other on his lips. “I want…that…I want more of that. I want you. You’ve got to get out soon,” he said and took ahold of Chazz’s hand, rubbing it against his cheek and nuzzling it.
“You’re pretty much the reason I’m doing okay in here, knowing there’s someone like you waiting for me.”
Jimmy blushed. And it must have been an emotional overload for him because he was silent a while as he played with Chazz’s fingers, and then he looked up. “Can’t wait to have another one of those nights.”
“Sure you can handle me? I’m WILD. Like a wolf.”
Jimmy gave him a smug look and lowered Chazz’s hand to the top of his pants. “Can you handle me?”
Chazz let his hand rest there, finger just inside the waistband, and looked Jimmy up and down. “God, I should have invited you to my club months ago if I knew you were like this. Next time maybe we’ll try some things…”
Jimmy raised an eyebrow. “Things…”
“Okay guys.” The cops voice sounded from the end of the hall. “I gotta end it now. I wasn’t supposed to let Jimmy back here.”
“All right!” Jimmy called, and looked apologetically to Chazz. “He’s been so nice, I don’t want him to get in trouble. So um. I better go.”
“I don’t want you to….”
Jimmy frowned, and stepped forward so that they could kiss again. “I’ll be back. Or you’ll be out. I can’t stay away for long, I promise you won’t have to wait another few weeks again.”
Chazz sighed. “Yea…”
Jimmy gazed at him and squeezed his hand, before letting go and backing away. “I’m sorry. I have to go.”
“I know.” Chazz knew darn well, but he hated it. He hated every second of goodbye. “Oh, hey, Jimmy,” he said, suddenly remembering something
“What?”
“That judge…he looks awfully familiar. See what you can dig up on him.”
Jimmy nodded and they looked at each other another minute before the cop coughed loudly and Jimmy finally said “Bye,” and turned around to go down the hallway.
Chazz watched him walk away and one he was out of sight, sank right back down again where he was, feeling sick to his stomach.
I meant to post this earlier but um..I have a problem remembering things.
Fic: Lone Wolf in a Cage
1st Chapter: http://community.livejournal.com/blades_of_glory/322974.html#cutid1
2nd Chapter: http://community.livejournal.com/blades_of_glory/324097.html#cutid1
Third Chapter Title: Tall Dude and Hairy
Pairing: Chazz/Jimmy
Rating: Overall fic, NC17. This part? I dunno, pg-13, r.
Wordcount: 2356
Summary: Jimmy figures out some of this mess and gets to see Chazz.
Jimmy spent most of his days obsessed with watching the news. He too knew something was wrong. Heck the media knew it too. The “victims” acted like heroes, talking about it every chance they got and seemingly making it a goal to mention just how gay Chazz was. Worse, Jimmy couldn’t even visit Chazz, being told he was a high risk prisoner and in isolation. Why?
“It’s bullshit if you ask me. Complete bullshit.” Mark sighed and tossed his napkin aside. He, Joey, and Jimmy had been hanging out a lot.
“Everyone knows there’s more to this,” Joey added. “Ask anyone out there on the street. No one believes he did it.”
Jimmy nodded. “Maybe we should stage something to get them to confess.”
“How on earth would we do that?” Joey asked.
“With Jimmy,” Mark said slowly, nodding at him. “Chazz’s partner eventually has to say something on this right? And he might even want to talk to the victims…reassure them everything is all right, tell them he can sympathize with them…”
“Why would I symp-oh.” For information. “But they probably know Chazz called me, I bet the cops even have a recording. And I’m sure they know I went to visit him.”
“I don’t see how they would find out about all that, but, so what?” Mark shrugged. “You felt threatened, scared for your life, pressured. Just lie.”
Jimmy frowned. “I don’t really like to lie.”
“Want your boyfriend out of jail?” Joey asked.
“He’s not my…yea, I want him out,” Jimmy responded, red in the face. He had told no one what occurred that night. But he could tell by their smirks that they already knew.
Getting close to them was actually easy. Jimmy just had to say as Chazz’s partner, he’d like to speak with his victims, and preferably in private. Obviously, the reporters wanted in, but Jimmy said no. He hired his usual guards that aided him at events and posted them at the door of an upperclass bar. He wanted to have a friendly environment to talk to them in.
They showed up, smiling and friendly. Suspicious. Jimmy introduced himself although he didn’t really need to, but they didn’t give their names. Surprisingly, Jimmy didn’t know what their names really were. He always heard “the victims in the Michaels case,” like their names weren’t being said on purpose. All he knew was they were two strange guys and his Chazz was in jail. They said they were nervous, and he decided that was okay. They made small chitchat and ordered drinks before the two talked about the issue Jimmy wanted to get to. In his head he nicknamed them “Hairy” and “Tall Dude”.
He broke the ice with a lie. “I was relieved when you two came forward…Chazz liked to force me to do a lot of awkward stuff that…well…wasn’t part of our routine.”
“Oh yea?” Hairy grinned. Why? “That sucks. Well you can talk to us of course.”
“I know! It’s great to have someone understand.” He sighed and stirred the drink he hadn’t touched. “Now he won’t threaten me all the time. See he invites me to shower and I…I uh…I don’t really want to talk about it. More drinks?”
“Sure!” Tall Dude nodded vigorously, and Jimmy ordered them some questionable shots. Whatever they wanted, they got, because ‘”he felt so bad for them, going through more than Chazz had put him through which was pretty bad.”
Jimmy still only even finished one drink. He ordered shots when they did - but tossed his aside when they took theirs. He kept on with his fake sob story. “My dad left me…on the side of the road! So I thought maybe it’s time to really trust another dude again, who says we’re like brothers and then and then he touches me….” Being sober, Jimmy was squeamish about his claims of what Chazz did to him in the lie.
Hairy was quite drunk, and slung an arm around Jimmy’s shoulders. “It’s okay! You got us!”
“Yea! You can help us make sure the fucker is behind bars!” Tall Dude agreed.
“How!?” Jimmy sobbed, half of it real as he did not want Chazz behind bars. He ordered more drinks for them too.
Hairy was wobbling by that point, stumbling as he paced behind Jimmy. “Look…just tell the judge, he’s on our side you know, a friend of ours, and he’s pretty much got the force under his thumb. Doesn’t hurt that some of the guys on there find his type disgusting-“
“His type?”
“Gays, freaks. I can’t even tell you how disgusting I felt when he took me into the hotel room-“
“Hotel room?” Click. Their story hadn’t involved it being in a hotel room.
“Yea! He took us out drinkin’, wined and dined us and then fucking 69’d us!” He said angrily, bringing his fist down on the bar countertop. Tall Dude however looked like he was about to freak out.
“That’s not how it happened! It…uh…it happened…uh…” He seemed as though he couldn’t remember. “In the woods.”
“The…woods? That’s not what the media says, they say he has a gay-“
“It was him and his gay loveslave!” Hairy declared before falling on his ass.
“Right.” Jimmy said, backing away from them. “I gotta go.”
Tall Dude shot Jimmy a hateful look. “I know…I know what yer doin. But you can’t prove what we said.”
“Actually, I can.” Jimmy pointed out the bartender, who aside from sliding them drinks, had seemed pretty nonexistent the whole time. “And the place has cameras…see you later, gentlemen.”
And he walked out.
After letting his friends know what happened, Jimmy immediately went to the police station. He didn’t know where to begin, but started by saying he had information on the Chazz Michael Michaels rape case and yea - he had a witness. The cop he worked with was actually a nice guy. “I don’t even think he did it,” he told Jimmy.
“Then why is he still in jail?” Jimmy asked. If this guy thought he was innocent, chances were others on the force did as well.
“Because I’ve got a much lower status than the bigshots who put him in there. In fact, I wasn’t even asked to aid in the arrest despite it being on my shift.” He smiled sadly. “And Gary…the judge…well he seems to hate Chazz. I’d like to help, though.”
And it was through him that Jimmy managed to make contact with a lawyer on Chazz’s behalf. It was so easy, too. Chazz certainly couldn’t do it with the forces against him, but Jimmy…he had no problems. Chazz had a retrial coming. No bail - that sucked - but a retrial. They could call the bartender as a witness!
The lawyer did warn him though - the judge was likely to hold Chazz on any small charge he could get, and he was currently looking into his club. He had a liquor license, but there was a chance there had been some drugs done on his property, and maybe some prostitution. Jimmy swallowed. He still had an uphill battle for his friend.
The second courtroom meeting seemed to go well. Jimmy was allowed to be in the same room as Chazz and the two kept looking at each other, sometimes exchanging smiles, but most of them were nervous. Would it even work? There was a tape from the bar camera, and no one could dispute that. And the bartender was there too.
The lawyer Jimmy met with did wonders too. He managed to get the Hairy guy to admit that he and his friend had actually used one of Chazz’s used condoms for…well it was pretty gross. But that had been the source of their evidence.
However, the judge was still convinced that Chazz had been up to something. He claimed there was drug dealing on his property, and that Chazz had men charging to have sex with them so the money could benefit his club. What made Jimmy shake with anger though was the lack of evidence. The judge even left before they could question him.
It was back to jail for Chazz. He wouldn’t be in as long…but he’d still be in for a while since they were so unwilling to let him go. It was time for Jimmy to think again. But first - he spoke to the lawyer, and the cop he met coming in. He would get to visit Chazz.
Back in again. Chazz slumped against the wall of his cell the next day with a sigh. He was never going to get out of there. He only got to see Jimmy in court too, he didn’t even get to speak to him. It was like a really lame and aggravating hell. He rested his head on his knees and stayed there even as he heard keys jangling and footsteps.
“Chazz, you have a visitor.”
Chazz snorted in response. Maybe an interviewer, or someone with nasty comments. He had a few of the latter. “Fine.”
“Chazz!”
“Jimmy!?” Chazz looked up immediately and was greeted with the sight of Jimmy dressed in a short sleeve blue shirt with dolphin print and some tight jeans. He hopped up and ran to the bars, grabbing one in each hand. “Hey man!” he said, slowly smiling. “How did you manage to get in?”
“I met one of the good guys,” Jimmy answered, nodding at the cop wandering off - leaving them alone, even. “He helped me with everything and got me in…” he trailed off.
“Yea…” Chazz said, and they stared at each other a bit. “You don’t have to stand so far away.”
“Oh,” Jimmy blinked and walked forward, he had obviously been lost in his own thoughts. He raised a hand and after a slight pause, closed it over one of Chazz’s hands. “I’ve been wanting to see you ever since you walked out of that room, back at the club.”
“Same,” Chazz responded, and leaned his head against the bars, facing down. “There’s a lot to touch on.”
“Yes…” Jimmy reached up with his free hand and touched Chazz’s hair, running it through his fingers. “I would have wanted you out of here regardless that encounter of course, but ever since that happened I’ve, well, let’s just say separation was the worst possible thing that could have happened.”
Chazz looked up and let Jimmy’s fingers slide accidentally against his cheek before Jimmy reddened and withdrew it. He grinned. “Left you permanently horny with no way to relieve it?”
“Chazz!” Jimmy hissed softly and shuffled, and Chazz knew at least a little of that statement was actually true. But he stayed as he had been, although suddenly unsure what to do with that free hand. “I miss you.”
“Miss you too.” Chazz moved the hand Jimmy was grasping off the jailbar, but before Jimmy’s arm could fall away, he grabbed it and raised the slim hand to his lips, pressing against it in a kiss. He still didn’t let go afterwards, bringing Jimmy’s hand to his face and letting it rest there, dropping his arm back to his side.
“Chazz….” Jimmy brought his face closer.
“You’ve been saying my name a lot. I like it,” Chazz said as Jimmy stroked his cheek and guided his face closer to the bars. He had to let go so that Chazz could press against the bars.
And, it was a little hard to manage, but with the right angling, Jimmy managed to get close enough so that his lips touched Chazz’s and they were able to kiss. Chazz got his arms through enough that he could reach out and run his hands along Jimmy’s arms, sides, hold the back of his head. When they broke neither of them said anything for a little while.
Jimmy finally spoke, his face still so close to Chazz’s he could feel the breath of the other on his lips. “I want…that…I want more of that. I want you. You’ve got to get out soon,” he said and took ahold of Chazz’s hand, rubbing it against his cheek and nuzzling it.
“You’re pretty much the reason I’m doing okay in here, knowing there’s someone like you waiting for me.”
Jimmy blushed. And it must have been an emotional overload for him because he was silent a while as he played with Chazz’s fingers, and then he looked up. “Can’t wait to have another one of those nights.”
“Sure you can handle me? I’m WILD. Like a wolf.”
Jimmy gave him a smug look and lowered Chazz’s hand to the top of his pants. “Can you handle me?”
Chazz let his hand rest there, finger just inside the waistband, and looked Jimmy up and down. “God, I should have invited you to my club months ago if I knew you were like this. Next time maybe we’ll try some things…”
Jimmy raised an eyebrow. “Things…”
“Okay guys.” The cops voice sounded from the end of the hall. “I gotta end it now. I wasn’t supposed to let Jimmy back here.”
“All right!” Jimmy called, and looked apologetically to Chazz. “He’s been so nice, I don’t want him to get in trouble. So um. I better go.”
“I don’t want you to….”
Jimmy frowned, and stepped forward so that they could kiss again. “I’ll be back. Or you’ll be out. I can’t stay away for long, I promise you won’t have to wait another few weeks again.”
Chazz sighed. “Yea…”
Jimmy gazed at him and squeezed his hand, before letting go and backing away. “I’m sorry. I have to go.”
“I know.” Chazz knew darn well, but he hated it. He hated every second of goodbye. “Oh, hey, Jimmy,” he said, suddenly remembering something
“What?”
“That judge…he looks awfully familiar. See what you can dig up on him.”
Jimmy nodded and they looked at each other another minute before the cop coughed loudly and Jimmy finally said “Bye,” and turned around to go down the hallway.
Chazz watched him walk away and one he was out of sight, sank right back down again where he was, feeling sick to his stomach.