Fic: Now And Forever I: Johnny’s Indulgence (8/22)
Title: Now And Forever I: Johnny’s Indulgence (8/22)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Mel/Johnny, Red Hamilton, Homer Van Meter, Eddie Greene
Fandom: Public Enemies
Genres: AU, Captivefic, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: For the movie, natch. :)
General Summary: During the chaos of the shoot-out at Little Bohemia, Special Agent Melvin Purvis is captured by the Dillinger Gang and becomes a ‘Hostage To Fortune’…and ‘Johnny’s Indulgence’.
Chapter Summary: On a rainy afternoon, the boys talk politics. Oh, yeah, and make love. ;)
Date Of Completion: July 30, 2009
Date Of Posting: August 29, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Universal does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1574
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: This story was inspired by Mary Renault’s The Persian Boy. Alexander the Great’s men accepted their leader’s indulgence, who happened to be Bagoas, the Persian Boy, an ex-slave who shared Alexander’s bed. They didn’t object to him being male but that he was a barbarian (non-Greek). It showed their love and respect for Alexander when they accepted Bagoas, and learned to respect him in his own right.
Canon is a jumping-off point but I changed several things, including the survival of Johnny’s gang, as their dynamic was important to this story.
Mostly this is drama with elements of romance, so I said what the heck and included that in the Genre. :)
Yeah, this was going to be a one-shot, albeit a long one, but the boys were just too much fun to play with. ;)
So, enjoy this story of seduction, sex, and a touch of Stockholm Syndrome. ;)
The entire series can be found here.
VIII
"...IN NOTHIN’ BUT A FEDORA"
Rain
On the roof,
Drumming,
Thrumming,
Be still,
My heart.
Janice Greenleaf Whittier
"Nature’s Gold And Other Poems"
1906 C.E.
A soft knock on the door woke Johnny. He lifted his head as Red opened the door, a smile lighting his friend’s handsome face.
“What do you want for breakfast?” Red asked softly.
“Waffles. And some of those strawberries the boys picked yesterday.”
Red’s grin got ever wider. “Sure thing.” He winked as he closed the door.
Johnny smirked, then kissed Mel’s shoulder. “Wake up, Beautiful.”
Mel’s eyes fluttered open. “Johnny?”
“Right here, Agent Purty.”
Mel chuckled. “What’s for breakfast?”
“Hungry, are we? Must have been all that exercise last night.” Johnny’s eyes sparkled. “Waffles and strawberries.”
“Mmm, my favorite. Food, that is.”
Johnny loved Mel’s sly sense of humor. He knew the man had it by the way he had smiled in the Tucson jail. He kissed Mel’s temple.
“Good. Fits our first morning.”
Mel smiled.
& & & & & &
The morning seemed to sparkle, as if the whole world knew everything had changed. Johnny exercised with Mel, his hazel eyes twinkling. Red grinned as he watched from his spot by the door.
After Mel had showered and was back in his room, Johnny ate breakfast with his men. Their smirks and grins told him all he needed to know.
“Word travels fast,” he said as he sipped his orange juice.
Homer chuckled. “We knew you could do it, Johnny.”
Johnny’s grin was pure sunshine. “No hardship. He’s damned pretty.”
He thought of the slender body, firm and well-muscled, and the cheekbones that a Hollywood camera would love. Then there were the eyes that you could lose yourself in, and the lush mouth made for...
“I hear tell the Feds call ‘im the Clark Gable of the Bureau,” Eddie drawled.
Johnny looked thoughtful. “Is that so?”
The older man nodded.
Homer ran a hand through his reddish hair. “Only you would get a Fed in your bed.”
Johnny laughed. “I’ve always been a charmer, Homer.”
Homer’s pale blue eyes sparkled. “That you are, Johnny-boy. That you are.”
& & & & & &
Mel was sitting up, eagerly awaiting breakfast. Johnny arrived with it and Mel immediately began to dig in, much to his lover’s amusement. He sat down in the rocking chair after pulling it close to the bed.
“So, you like waffles ‘n’ strawberries? Absolute favorite?”
Mel nodded. “Evangeline made the most heavenly waffles, and we always had strawberries in season.” His accent grew more pronounced.
“Evangeline?”
“Our cook.”
“Ah.” Sometimes Johnny forgot Mel’s privileged background. “What made you decide to become an agent instead of staying a lawyer?”
Mel ate a strawberry, Johnny fantasizing about that ripe, luscious mouth, no, strawberry, no, mouth! “I’m not sure. Being a lawyer is lucrative, but I wanted something more.” He suddenly smiled. “These strawberries are delicious.”
“Yeah, Homer found them a few yards from the kitchen. Blackberries, too.” Johnny stretched his legs as he rocked, fiddling with one of his shirt buttons.
“Fresh are the best.”
Johnny liked Mel’s smile. He wanted to see it as often as he could. His Beautiful didn’t smile enough.
& & & & & &
That afternoon it began to rain. As the rain drummed on the roof, Johnny came into the bedroom with an armful of books.
“I pulled ‘em off the shelves in the sitting room. If nothing suits your fancy, I can get you somethin’ else.”
“Thank you.” Mel avidly watched as Johnny put the books on the nightstand.
Johnny walked around the bed to sit in the rocking chair as Mel sorted through the books.
“You asked me about my career choices this morning,” Mel said, reading the frontispiece of a red leatherbound book. “What about yours?”
“I rob banks,” Johnny smirked.
“Is it something you just fell into?”
“Sort of. I had a bad streak. My dad was real disappointed in me.”
Mel flipped through his book. “I understand.”
“You do?”
The agent nodded. “I’ve disappointed my father, too.”
Johnny hid his surprise. He supposed that he had thought that Mel had lived a charmed life.
He liked the sound of that soft Southern accent. It soothed his nerves. Despite his happy-go-lucky exterior, he could get worked up, too.
He rocked slowly, the creak of the chair a counterpoint to the rain drumming on the roof. Tiny jingling sounds underscored the chains that kept Mel tied to the bed.
“Bank robbin’ ain’t so bad. Beats workin’ in a factory, paid peanuts by some grubby owner.”
“It’s honest work.”
Johnny snorted. “Says the man with a trust fund.”
“You’re right, I don’t know what it’s like to labor in a factory, but I do not believe that working folk ought to be exploited.”
“You sound like the First Lady,” Johnny grinned.
“She and the President are very much for the working man and woman.”
“Have you met them?” At Mel’s nod, Johnny leaned forward. “When?”
“After I’d taken down Pretty Boy Floyd, Mr. Roosevelt requested my presence at the White House and met with me privately, even though Mr. Hoover would have been glad to accompany me.” Johnny smirked. “He was quite interested in my perception of Bureau methods, and the chase after Floyd.” Johnny could hear the pride in the other man’s voice. “I met Mrs. Roosevelt at a White House reception. She is a remarkable woman.”
“Yeah, I probably would’ve voted for ‘em, if I hadn’t been a guest of the state.”
Mel tried to hide his smile.
“So, I take it you don’t consider them ‘traitors to their class’?” Johnny asked.
Mel looked up earnestly. “Oh, no. They truly want to help.”
“Well, people sure need it.” Johnny liked rocking. The steady rhythm was calming. “The banks I rob turn people out of their homes. Some have been on their farms for generations!”
“I know.” Sadness shadowed Mel’s eyes.
“So you acknowledge people are desperate?”
“Of course.” Mel watched Johnny rock. “Are you?” he asked shrewdly.
Johnny grinned. “It’s excitement for me, and also not wanting to toil for peanuts. If your employer doesn’t screw you on wages, the Government takes the rest in taxes.” He smirked. “I don’t pay taxes.”
“So you’re an exploited working man?” Mel asked, curiosity for Johnny’s answer in his eyes.
“Yeah.” The sound of Johnny rocking filled the quiet room. “I decided not to be exploited anymore. People like me are stickin’ it to the bankers.”
“Appears so.”
Mel began to read while Johnny rocked, dozing off. He had always liked falling asleep while listening to the rain.
“Johnny.”
The soft voice stirred him. He looked at Mel, whose eyes were shining.
Making love by the sound of the rain was good, too.
He climbed up onto the bed, removing Mel’s clothes while the agent removed his, saying nothing when the handcuffs were snapped back on after his clothes were gone. Johnny had lengthened the link between the cuffs and it gave him more freedom of movement though he was still essentially tied to the bed.
Mel’s hands stroked Johnny’s thighs and hips, brushing over his stomach. His lips burned over his lover’s throat and jaw, tasting his skin eagerly.
Johnny smiled, running fingers through Mel’s silky hair. Once the floodgates were opened, Agent Purty was as insatiable as a porn star!
Always knew there was fire under that tightly-controlled exterior of yours, Mel. That mouth of yours is made for…
Johnny gasped as his nipple was suckled, and he cradled Mel’s head.
“Pretty Mel,” he crooned, his cock poking the agent’s thigh. “And should I say Clark?”
“What?”
“Aren’t you the Clark Gable of the Bureau?”
Mel blushed and Johnny laughed.
“You’re prettier than he is.” He brushed a strand of hair back from Mel’s eyes.
“I look better in a white suit,” Mel said with a chuckle.
“Honey, you look better in a gunnysack. Hmm, I’d like to see you in just your fedora and nothin’ else, darlin’.”
Mel ducked his head shyly.
Lips kissed their way down Johnny’s chest and stomach, warm breath blowing on his cock. Mel hesitated for a moment, then licked the tip of Johnny’s penis.
“Ooh!” Johnny’s fingers curled in Mel’s hair. “You don’t have to…”
Mel’s eyes were shining. “I want to.” He blushed pink. “I’m not experienced.”
“S’okay.” Johnny smiled, his finger tracing warm lips. “Just do what feels good.”
Mel smiled and flicked his tongue out again, running it up-and-down the swollen cock, wanting to taste all over.
Johnny groaned happily. For a novice, Mel was pretty damn good. That talented tongue was swirling around his head, tremors of pleasure running through his groin. Damn, he’d known that mouth of Mel’s was made for this!
He yelped as Mel took him into his mouth. That virgin mouth was working wonders.
“You…are…amazing…!” He could feel the sweet pressure building up, his body moving as he urged Mel to continue. Faster.
“Mmm, Beautiful…”
He came into his lover’s mouth, relaxing as he caressed Mel’s hair. Without the pomade it was naturally soft and silky.
Mel had swallowed every lost drop of his cum, curiously savoring the taste.
“You okay, darlin’?”
Mel nodded. He blushed a little as his own erection throbbed, but Johnny’s fingers were very talented.
& & & & & &
Some time later, a very satisfied duo fell asleep to the sound of the rain.
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Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Mel/Johnny, Red Hamilton, Homer Van Meter, Eddie Greene
Fandom: Public Enemies
Genres: AU, Captivefic, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: For the movie, natch. :)
General Summary: During the chaos of the shoot-out at Little Bohemia, Special Agent Melvin Purvis is captured by the Dillinger Gang and becomes a ‘Hostage To Fortune’…and ‘Johnny’s Indulgence’.
Chapter Summary: On a rainy afternoon, the boys talk politics. Oh, yeah, and make love. ;)
Date Of Completion: July 30, 2009
Date Of Posting: August 29, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Universal does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1574
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: This story was inspired by Mary Renault’s The Persian Boy. Alexander the Great’s men accepted their leader’s indulgence, who happened to be Bagoas, the Persian Boy, an ex-slave who shared Alexander’s bed. They didn’t object to him being male but that he was a barbarian (non-Greek). It showed their love and respect for Alexander when they accepted Bagoas, and learned to respect him in his own right.
Canon is a jumping-off point but I changed several things, including the survival of Johnny’s gang, as their dynamic was important to this story.
Mostly this is drama with elements of romance, so I said what the heck and included that in the Genre. :)
Yeah, this was going to be a one-shot, albeit a long one, but the boys were just too much fun to play with. ;)
So, enjoy this story of seduction, sex, and a touch of Stockholm Syndrome. ;)
The entire series can be found here.
VIII
"...IN NOTHIN’ BUT A FEDORA"
Rain
On the roof,
Drumming,
Thrumming,
Be still,
My heart.
Janice Greenleaf Whittier
"Nature’s Gold And Other Poems"
1906 C.E.
A soft knock on the door woke Johnny. He lifted his head as Red opened the door, a smile lighting his friend’s handsome face.
“What do you want for breakfast?” Red asked softly.
“Waffles. And some of those strawberries the boys picked yesterday.”
Red’s grin got ever wider. “Sure thing.” He winked as he closed the door.
Johnny smirked, then kissed Mel’s shoulder. “Wake up, Beautiful.”
Mel’s eyes fluttered open. “Johnny?”
“Right here, Agent Purty.”
Mel chuckled. “What’s for breakfast?”
“Hungry, are we? Must have been all that exercise last night.” Johnny’s eyes sparkled. “Waffles and strawberries.”
“Mmm, my favorite. Food, that is.”
Johnny loved Mel’s sly sense of humor. He knew the man had it by the way he had smiled in the Tucson jail. He kissed Mel’s temple.
“Good. Fits our first morning.”
Mel smiled.
& & & & & &
The morning seemed to sparkle, as if the whole world knew everything had changed. Johnny exercised with Mel, his hazel eyes twinkling. Red grinned as he watched from his spot by the door.
After Mel had showered and was back in his room, Johnny ate breakfast with his men. Their smirks and grins told him all he needed to know.
“Word travels fast,” he said as he sipped his orange juice.
Homer chuckled. “We knew you could do it, Johnny.”
Johnny’s grin was pure sunshine. “No hardship. He’s damned pretty.”
He thought of the slender body, firm and well-muscled, and the cheekbones that a Hollywood camera would love. Then there were the eyes that you could lose yourself in, and the lush mouth made for...
“I hear tell the Feds call ‘im the Clark Gable of the Bureau,” Eddie drawled.
Johnny looked thoughtful. “Is that so?”
The older man nodded.
Homer ran a hand through his reddish hair. “Only you would get a Fed in your bed.”
Johnny laughed. “I’ve always been a charmer, Homer.”
Homer’s pale blue eyes sparkled. “That you are, Johnny-boy. That you are.”
& & & & & &
Mel was sitting up, eagerly awaiting breakfast. Johnny arrived with it and Mel immediately began to dig in, much to his lover’s amusement. He sat down in the rocking chair after pulling it close to the bed.
“So, you like waffles ‘n’ strawberries? Absolute favorite?”
Mel nodded. “Evangeline made the most heavenly waffles, and we always had strawberries in season.” His accent grew more pronounced.
“Evangeline?”
“Our cook.”
“Ah.” Sometimes Johnny forgot Mel’s privileged background. “What made you decide to become an agent instead of staying a lawyer?”
Mel ate a strawberry, Johnny fantasizing about that ripe, luscious mouth, no, strawberry, no, mouth! “I’m not sure. Being a lawyer is lucrative, but I wanted something more.” He suddenly smiled. “These strawberries are delicious.”
“Yeah, Homer found them a few yards from the kitchen. Blackberries, too.” Johnny stretched his legs as he rocked, fiddling with one of his shirt buttons.
“Fresh are the best.”
Johnny liked Mel’s smile. He wanted to see it as often as he could. His Beautiful didn’t smile enough.
& & & & & &
That afternoon it began to rain. As the rain drummed on the roof, Johnny came into the bedroom with an armful of books.
“I pulled ‘em off the shelves in the sitting room. If nothing suits your fancy, I can get you somethin’ else.”
“Thank you.” Mel avidly watched as Johnny put the books on the nightstand.
Johnny walked around the bed to sit in the rocking chair as Mel sorted through the books.
“You asked me about my career choices this morning,” Mel said, reading the frontispiece of a red leatherbound book. “What about yours?”
“I rob banks,” Johnny smirked.
“Is it something you just fell into?”
“Sort of. I had a bad streak. My dad was real disappointed in me.”
Mel flipped through his book. “I understand.”
“You do?”
The agent nodded. “I’ve disappointed my father, too.”
Johnny hid his surprise. He supposed that he had thought that Mel had lived a charmed life.
He liked the sound of that soft Southern accent. It soothed his nerves. Despite his happy-go-lucky exterior, he could get worked up, too.
He rocked slowly, the creak of the chair a counterpoint to the rain drumming on the roof. Tiny jingling sounds underscored the chains that kept Mel tied to the bed.
“Bank robbin’ ain’t so bad. Beats workin’ in a factory, paid peanuts by some grubby owner.”
“It’s honest work.”
Johnny snorted. “Says the man with a trust fund.”
“You’re right, I don’t know what it’s like to labor in a factory, but I do not believe that working folk ought to be exploited.”
“You sound like the First Lady,” Johnny grinned.
“She and the President are very much for the working man and woman.”
“Have you met them?” At Mel’s nod, Johnny leaned forward. “When?”
“After I’d taken down Pretty Boy Floyd, Mr. Roosevelt requested my presence at the White House and met with me privately, even though Mr. Hoover would have been glad to accompany me.” Johnny smirked. “He was quite interested in my perception of Bureau methods, and the chase after Floyd.” Johnny could hear the pride in the other man’s voice. “I met Mrs. Roosevelt at a White House reception. She is a remarkable woman.”
“Yeah, I probably would’ve voted for ‘em, if I hadn’t been a guest of the state.”
Mel tried to hide his smile.
“So, I take it you don’t consider them ‘traitors to their class’?” Johnny asked.
Mel looked up earnestly. “Oh, no. They truly want to help.”
“Well, people sure need it.” Johnny liked rocking. The steady rhythm was calming. “The banks I rob turn people out of their homes. Some have been on their farms for generations!”
“I know.” Sadness shadowed Mel’s eyes.
“So you acknowledge people are desperate?”
“Of course.” Mel watched Johnny rock. “Are you?” he asked shrewdly.
Johnny grinned. “It’s excitement for me, and also not wanting to toil for peanuts. If your employer doesn’t screw you on wages, the Government takes the rest in taxes.” He smirked. “I don’t pay taxes.”
“So you’re an exploited working man?” Mel asked, curiosity for Johnny’s answer in his eyes.
“Yeah.” The sound of Johnny rocking filled the quiet room. “I decided not to be exploited anymore. People like me are stickin’ it to the bankers.”
“Appears so.”
Mel began to read while Johnny rocked, dozing off. He had always liked falling asleep while listening to the rain.
“Johnny.”
The soft voice stirred him. He looked at Mel, whose eyes were shining.
Making love by the sound of the rain was good, too.
He climbed up onto the bed, removing Mel’s clothes while the agent removed his, saying nothing when the handcuffs were snapped back on after his clothes were gone. Johnny had lengthened the link between the cuffs and it gave him more freedom of movement though he was still essentially tied to the bed.
Mel’s hands stroked Johnny’s thighs and hips, brushing over his stomach. His lips burned over his lover’s throat and jaw, tasting his skin eagerly.
Johnny smiled, running fingers through Mel’s silky hair. Once the floodgates were opened, Agent Purty was as insatiable as a porn star!
Always knew there was fire under that tightly-controlled exterior of yours, Mel. That mouth of yours is made for…
Johnny gasped as his nipple was suckled, and he cradled Mel’s head.
“Pretty Mel,” he crooned, his cock poking the agent’s thigh. “And should I say Clark?”
“What?”
“Aren’t you the Clark Gable of the Bureau?”
Mel blushed and Johnny laughed.
“You’re prettier than he is.” He brushed a strand of hair back from Mel’s eyes.
“I look better in a white suit,” Mel said with a chuckle.
“Honey, you look better in a gunnysack. Hmm, I’d like to see you in just your fedora and nothin’ else, darlin’.”
Mel ducked his head shyly.
Lips kissed their way down Johnny’s chest and stomach, warm breath blowing on his cock. Mel hesitated for a moment, then licked the tip of Johnny’s penis.
“Ooh!” Johnny’s fingers curled in Mel’s hair. “You don’t have to…”
Mel’s eyes were shining. “I want to.” He blushed pink. “I’m not experienced.”
“S’okay.” Johnny smiled, his finger tracing warm lips. “Just do what feels good.”
Mel smiled and flicked his tongue out again, running it up-and-down the swollen cock, wanting to taste all over.
Johnny groaned happily. For a novice, Mel was pretty damn good. That talented tongue was swirling around his head, tremors of pleasure running through his groin. Damn, he’d known that mouth of Mel’s was made for this!
He yelped as Mel took him into his mouth. That virgin mouth was working wonders.
“You…are…amazing…!” He could feel the sweet pressure building up, his body moving as he urged Mel to continue. Faster.
“Mmm, Beautiful…”
He came into his lover’s mouth, relaxing as he caressed Mel’s hair. Without the pomade it was naturally soft and silky.
Mel had swallowed every lost drop of his cum, curiously savoring the taste.
“You okay, darlin’?”
Mel nodded. He blushed a little as his own erection throbbed, but Johnny’s fingers were very talented.
& & & & & &
Some time later, a very satisfied duo fell asleep to the sound of the rain.
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