Everyone Needs A Ventilator; (Jimmy/Jeff Beck, Jimmy/Robert)
Title: Everyone Needs A Ventilator
Chapter: 1 (it is possible I could make this into chapters)
Author: Me, and that's... it.
Pairings: Jeff Beck/Jimmy, Jimmy/Robert
Rating: PG-13 (can rise)
Word Count: 881
Disclaimer: It happened... in my mind. Fake, fake, fake and did I forget to mention fake? I also do not own the title because it belongs to "Ventilator Blues" by The Rolling Stones.
Summary: Jeff realizes that there is something else in Jimmy's life that could possibly steal him away from Jeff for good.
Authors Note: This is a bit of an old fiction, but I thought it would be at least okay to try out. I went over it and added a few things.
The room was aglow with the soft light of dim candles. A mountain of plush pillows lay scattered across the candle-lit room, gathering in small piles. A man sat at the very middle, sitting stoically and still as if he were a stone statue. Candle flames danced within the depths as they reflected from his eyes. Thin lips remained pursed and closed in a tight-lined frown. Slowly, fingers lifted to reach out to these flames.
A guitar lay in the corner, abandoned with no after-thought to pick it up. The man sat cross legged like a meditating person but meditation would be one of the last things on his mind. His soul was confused, angry and felt abandoned by one of the sole people in his life. It could have been argued to a point that he, in a way, abandoned the others and cut their ties, but all of that could have been invalid to him.
Jeff sat with a curved posture, his brain dead with no sounds. He contemplated his place in life, wondering about the days that he could have had, but he couldn’t really imagine that scenario. Only one person remained stuck in his mind annoyingly and beautifully: his name was Jimmy. That beautiful dark-haired boy with a majestic ability to tame a guitar. Jeff longed for those days of being with Jimmy, just like the light days of the Yardbirds. But that was a memory of yesterday and he was trying to live in the past.
He wanted to have Jimmy so bad. His hands clenched around the open flame, as it it flickered like a pathetic man begging for mercy not to crush it; Jeff could hardly care about it if his hand got burned. Something about that boy attracted Jeff and it could have dated back to many years ago. Jeff wanted-- needed Jimmy more then ever. His mind thought back to when he left, that feeling of abandoning a certain person weighed heavily in his heart.
But this time, something shot through his heart and he couldn’t stand it. He’d visited Jimmy much recently and he’d come across something. Jimmy was with a blond. From the back, it looked like another woman and he knew Jimmy’s appetite could be strong for women. But as he approached, he saw the face: a fragile, innocent looking man. He looked very young, but he saw that the boy could be a powerful man later in life. But that was when he saw the move: Jimmy leaned over and placed a quick, chaste kiss and it burned into Jeff like no acidic-chemical could.
He stood there, rooted to the spot, frozen in a shocked agony. Something about that had put Jeff on edge and he hated it. His mind was whirling in a shocked haze of anger and betrayal. He thought that somewhere in his mind, something had pressured to the point of being snapped. He felt that in his heart, Jimmy was wrong; he was with the wrong person. Jealous feelings immediately burst forth in his chest. His chest-cavity expanded quickly and it nearly hurt at the speed he was breathing. He couldn’t take it and he didn’t want to ever see Jimmy do that. He had to bite down on the inside of his mouth until he could taste the copper-tang leaking onto his tongue.
His mind viscously ranted in an enviousness and coarse manner about that blond and why was he there. He’d hoped that Jimmy wouldn’t be there with anyone and he just wished for a one on one contact. Jimmy introduced the blond to Jeff as, 'The most amazing voice I’ve ever heard in my fucking life, Robert Plant’ and Jeff smiled with all he could muster and hoped it wouldn’t look like a sneer. The guitarist then had that dreaded feeling and hoped it wouldn’t be just what he was thinking of. But then, it happened: he saw how Jimmy looked at Robert; like a prize, he gazed at the blond with intensity that only Jeff knew of. He squeezed his fist under the table and wished to jump across the table and strangle the blond until the very essence of life left from that body..
He had come home and childishly locked himself in his room. His heart had viscously felt used; for whatever reason, Jeff had vowed that he wouldn’t let that blond be with Jimmy. He couldn’t stand it that Jimmy was fawning over another man when it should have very well of been Jeff in that place. Jeff bit his lip until he could taste the coppery tang of the sanguine fluid dripping down his lips again. His fists clenched into a tightened embrace and he could feel his nails digging into his palms; the sharp, jabs of pain meant nothing to him.
With quick eyes, he sought out his guitar. With little thoughts in mind, he started strumming, hoping the guitar could be a way to relieve the anger temporarily. He heard the notes fly out quickly and he had no mind to turn down the sound. The strings were threatening to snap but Jeff couldn't be bothered with that thought.
Somewhere in this frenzy of notes and bitter feelings, he could hear a song developing.
Chapter: 1 (it is possible I could make this into chapters)
Author: Me, and that's... it.
Pairings: Jeff Beck/Jimmy, Jimmy/Robert
Rating: PG-13 (can rise)
Word Count: 881
Disclaimer: It happened... in my mind. Fake, fake, fake and did I forget to mention fake? I also do not own the title because it belongs to "Ventilator Blues" by The Rolling Stones.
Summary: Jeff realizes that there is something else in Jimmy's life that could possibly steal him away from Jeff for good.
Authors Note: This is a bit of an old fiction, but I thought it would be at least okay to try out. I went over it and added a few things.
The room was aglow with the soft light of dim candles. A mountain of plush pillows lay scattered across the candle-lit room, gathering in small piles. A man sat at the very middle, sitting stoically and still as if he were a stone statue. Candle flames danced within the depths as they reflected from his eyes. Thin lips remained pursed and closed in a tight-lined frown. Slowly, fingers lifted to reach out to these flames.
A guitar lay in the corner, abandoned with no after-thought to pick it up. The man sat cross legged like a meditating person but meditation would be one of the last things on his mind. His soul was confused, angry and felt abandoned by one of the sole people in his life. It could have been argued to a point that he, in a way, abandoned the others and cut their ties, but all of that could have been invalid to him.
Jeff sat with a curved posture, his brain dead with no sounds. He contemplated his place in life, wondering about the days that he could have had, but he couldn’t really imagine that scenario. Only one person remained stuck in his mind annoyingly and beautifully: his name was Jimmy. That beautiful dark-haired boy with a majestic ability to tame a guitar. Jeff longed for those days of being with Jimmy, just like the light days of the Yardbirds. But that was a memory of yesterday and he was trying to live in the past.
He wanted to have Jimmy so bad. His hands clenched around the open flame, as it it flickered like a pathetic man begging for mercy not to crush it; Jeff could hardly care about it if his hand got burned. Something about that boy attracted Jeff and it could have dated back to many years ago. Jeff wanted-- needed Jimmy more then ever. His mind thought back to when he left, that feeling of abandoning a certain person weighed heavily in his heart.
But this time, something shot through his heart and he couldn’t stand it. He’d visited Jimmy much recently and he’d come across something. Jimmy was with a blond. From the back, it looked like another woman and he knew Jimmy’s appetite could be strong for women. But as he approached, he saw the face: a fragile, innocent looking man. He looked very young, but he saw that the boy could be a powerful man later in life. But that was when he saw the move: Jimmy leaned over and placed a quick, chaste kiss and it burned into Jeff like no acidic-chemical could.
He stood there, rooted to the spot, frozen in a shocked agony. Something about that had put Jeff on edge and he hated it. His mind was whirling in a shocked haze of anger and betrayal. He thought that somewhere in his mind, something had pressured to the point of being snapped. He felt that in his heart, Jimmy was wrong; he was with the wrong person. Jealous feelings immediately burst forth in his chest. His chest-cavity expanded quickly and it nearly hurt at the speed he was breathing. He couldn’t take it and he didn’t want to ever see Jimmy do that. He had to bite down on the inside of his mouth until he could taste the copper-tang leaking onto his tongue.
His mind viscously ranted in an enviousness and coarse manner about that blond and why was he there. He’d hoped that Jimmy wouldn’t be there with anyone and he just wished for a one on one contact. Jimmy introduced the blond to Jeff as, 'The most amazing voice I’ve ever heard in my fucking life, Robert Plant’ and Jeff smiled with all he could muster and hoped it wouldn’t look like a sneer. The guitarist then had that dreaded feeling and hoped it wouldn’t be just what he was thinking of. But then, it happened: he saw how Jimmy looked at Robert; like a prize, he gazed at the blond with intensity that only Jeff knew of. He squeezed his fist under the table and wished to jump across the table and strangle the blond until the very essence of life left from that body..
He had come home and childishly locked himself in his room. His heart had viscously felt used; for whatever reason, Jeff had vowed that he wouldn’t let that blond be with Jimmy. He couldn’t stand it that Jimmy was fawning over another man when it should have very well of been Jeff in that place. Jeff bit his lip until he could taste the coppery tang of the sanguine fluid dripping down his lips again. His fists clenched into a tightened embrace and he could feel his nails digging into his palms; the sharp, jabs of pain meant nothing to him.
With quick eyes, he sought out his guitar. With little thoughts in mind, he started strumming, hoping the guitar could be a way to relieve the anger temporarily. He heard the notes fly out quickly and he had no mind to turn down the sound. The strings were threatening to snap but Jeff couldn't be bothered with that thought.
Somewhere in this frenzy of notes and bitter feelings, he could hear a song developing.