Edited in October 2006. Contains slash (boy hearts boy) in a couple forms, one non consensual and one consensual. Nuff said. Btw, this is the fifties, and it's fiction, so the boys don't use condoms. I don't recommend it but in the fanfiction world, there are no STDs, at least in my fanfic world…
All right, here we go with the disclaimers. First part, minor fluff, very short, then we have very heated sibling argument, bad language and references to badness, then we have some major slash. Man lovin very yes... A small reference to rape, but mostly hard-core man loving. You have been warned. Thanks to Sarah for editing, you roc my socs. Luvs.
Justin rested on the couch late that night, resting his head against Darry's thigh. Darry fidgeted and stretched, touching his shoulder to get his attention.
"Move over a little."
"All right."
Justin didn't have to move because Darry moved him. Darry stretched out along the full length of the couch and draped Justin's frame over his. Justin rested his head on Darry's chest and yawned. Darry used the opportunity to wrap his arms around Justin's waist and pull him closer until Darry could rest his face on Justin's shoulder, nuzzling his neck. Justin didn't see Darry as the snuggling type but he enjoyed the gesture, platonic or otherwise. He hoped for otherwise but it was Darry. He didn't know what to expect.
It was late and everyone else was asleep. Justin and Darry had the next day off. Justin yawned and adjusted himself until he was comfortable, his face resting against Darry's chest.
Justin was asleep when Darry slid from under him, rubbing his eyes. Who the hell was at their door at this time of night? Darry looked at the clock, noting the placement of the baseball bat before he opened the door. The screen didn't help the fact that it was dark and the porch lights were out. Darry flipped them on and asked what the tall, thin man wanted. He reconsidered his age estimate when he really looked at the man. He looked about Darry's age.
"May I speak to Justin?" Darry looked at the blonde man's eyes and blinked. One of them was completely white or Darry wasn't getting nearly enough sleep.
"Who are you?" Darry asked, hoping he didn't sound as protective as he thought he did. He wouldn't mind the brotherly protective tone but he thought his feelings might bend his voice to the more ardent kind of protection. The kind of protection that involved being territorial, he's my dark haired Greaser, so back off.
"Robbie." The blonde man answered, turning his back to the door, looking at the stars. "It's a lovely night."
"Yeah, you usually only see the stars after midnight." Darry said, dropping a subtle hint that if he wasn't done talking to Justin after about three minutes, it would be his knee caps versus the baseball bat. Or maybe Darry would extend the extra effort and leave the baseball bat out of it. Darry shut the door and roused Justin with unaccustomed gentleness. He knew he could be gentle with Justin without changing anything Justin thought about him.
"Is something wrong?" Justin said, blinking his hazy eyes at Darry. Darry loved the hazy look they held when he was just waking up. He had a feeling they would be back to their usual piercing green by the time Justin was done talking to whoever the blonde man was.
"Someone is at the door asking for you. Want to talk with them or should I get the shot gun?" Darry smiled and Justin blinked.
"I'll talk, you load the gun." Justin smiled back as he realized that Darry's hand was petting his side, very close to his hipbone.
Justin rolled from the couch and picked himself up, yawning. He made the assumption that anyone who knew he was here would be a friend. He was out the door before he realized who his "friend" was.
"What the hell are you thinking?" Justin hissed. Robbie turned and smiled.
"I'm thinking that I miss my little brother and I am beyond tired of hearing your parents whine about missing you. They still wonder why you ran off. I know why, I just wonder how you stay gone for so long." He threw an appraising glance at Justin. "You are skinny. Working for your home?" Robbie said, his smirk beyond the traditional arrogance.
"What do you want?" Justin asked.
"Not even in a good enough mood to respond to my barbs? That's shame. I wonder why you're in a bad mood." Robbie asked, running a hand through his white blonde hair.
"You're here." Justin said.
"Ouch. Why did you dye your hair? You were so pretty. Now you have more of the street rat appeal with your roots showing." Robbie said.
"I'm about to save you the effort of overdosing yourself." Justin spat.
"I'm hurt." Robbie rolled his eyes. "And you have no idea why I need to do what I do, so unless you want to find out, keep that kind of barb to yourself."
"You think I don't why you resort to drugs to stop your pain? I've lived with you long enough to understand it. People fuck with you and you can't do a damn thing about it so you do whatever you can to show you have control of your body and how high you get. But then you showed how limited your control is, even when you weren't high. Bastard." Justin spat.
"If you're referring to what I did to you, I always knew I'd do that, drugs or no. You're lucky mom and dad straightened out for you or you'd been getting it on all fronts. Much like you are now. I saw you and that black haired guy earlier today. You make a cute couple, sitting on a blanket on the ground together. How low income. What happened to 'I like girls Robbie'?" Robbie twisted his face into a youthful expression and his voice notched up a few notes.
"I should've phrased it better. I don't like drunk brothers." Justin said. God he was stupid. He knew what Darry and he had looked like. Darry pinning his hands down as he leaned down, kissing Justin's exposed waist while Justin rested his head on the ground, sighing. Fuck.
"You and I both know it doesn't matter." Robbie said.
"What do you want?" Justin said.
"You. At home. I'm tired of hearing this shit about how I made you leave."
"You think bringing me home will change their minds? They picked you over me long ago and they can't change it by sending you to drag me home. Besides, I was under the impression they split permanently." Justin said.
"Well you were under the wrong impression. Besides, if they split again, I'm sure daddy won't mind taking you in." Robbie hissed.
"I hate you." Justin said.
"Hate me all you want. I just remind you that you're the one who isn't normal. You're getting close to the closest thing resembling a father you can find and you'll end up sending the wrong signals and getting bedded down. It's a marvelous talent you have."
"I didn't send signals. And you're my brother. You don't get signals from me because I don't send them and you're my brother damn it. Even if you are high all the damn time."
"You wanted to be loved and I had an interpretive way of giving you what you wanted." Robbie said.
"Don't attempt to sugarcoat what you did, you brother fucking son of a-"
"Whore? Heard that before. Means more coming from my brother though. So tell me, have you sent him signals?" Robbie said. He was baiting Justin.
"It's not like that." Justin said. He didn't know why his response hadn't been 'fuck you' or 'go fuck someone else' but he wished it had.
"What's his name again, Darrel? How long before he tames you down like I did? You were a pain in the ass until I set you straight. You seem calmer now. Has he pinned you to the couch and taken you for a ride yet?" Robbie smiled.
"If you tamed me, then why did I leave?" Justin hissed. He'd struck a nerve and he knew it. Robbie closed the gap between them and pinned Justin to the rail of the porch, clapping a hand to his mouth.
"Whether I tamed you or not is a moot point since I etched those memories into your mind. Every time you want to be close to someone, you think of what I did to you. What I could do right now." Justin sank his teeth into his brother's hand and tasted blood before Robbie jerked away. Justin hit him square in the jaw and he was on the ground. Justin looked down at his brother.
"What you could do right now is leave and remember that I will never come back to a home with you in it." Justin said. Robbie got up and blinked at his brother.
"You would hurt your brother to make a point?" Robbie asked.
"I would end your life to make a point but you are not my brother."
(la la la)
Darry noticed that Justin was shaking when he came back in and he pulled Justin into his lap, wrapping his arms around Justin. Justin buried his head in Darry but remained motionless except his shuddering breath.
"What's wrong?" Darry asked. Justin's eyes were shut tight.
"Nothing." Justin said.
"Ah huh." Darry kissed his temple and brushed his hair from his face. Justin slid off his lap and stood up. Darry faced him, holding his arms.
"I need to find another place to live Darrel." Justin said. Darry dropped his arms.
"Why?" Darry was terrified that he'd scared Justin off. Too close, too much, too soon.
"It isn't you Darry. That was a family member. I don't want my past to ruin my future."
Justin looked up at Darry, searching for understanding and masking the shame poorly. He wanted Darry to understand that he didn't want his past to hurt the man he cared for in his present and maybe his future. Darry pulled him closer, feeling his tense frame relax, accepting his comfort. Justin looked up at Darry's face and Darry rested his fingers under his chin.
"I love you." Darry said.
"I-" Darry's lips captured the intended sentence and Darry held Justin's waist close, keeping him from buckling. Justin broke the embrace and tilted his chin further up, gasping. Darry kissed his neck, sucking on his throat until Justin hissed.
"Do you want to go to my room?" Darry held Justin close as he stopped kissing the boy. He'd never wanted to hold anyone tighter, closer until he could feel their heartbeats match. Justin nodded and Darry led him, gently pushing him into the room and locking the door. He pulled the curtains shut and pulled Justin close again, noting a few stray tears on the smaller boy's cheeks. Justin trembled as he eased himself closer to Darry, fitting his thin frame against Darry's body. Darry licked the tears away and waited for an explanation as he pulled Justin down onto his lap. Justin put an inch between their faces, looking into Darry's eyes.
"Will you love me tomorrow?"
Justin remembered asking his brother the same question.
It was different then.
It hadn't been the first time and he was a lot younger.
He didn't know he could stop it.
(la la la)
"Will you love me tomorrow?"
"Will you stop crying?" Justin was clearly distracting Robbie as he tore through his brother's clothes.
"Robbie-" Robbie glanced at his face and sighed, irritated beyond belief at the slightest noise from his brother. He put his hand on Justin's mouth, pushing him down into the mattress and pushing himself into his brother, enjoying the stifled scream.
"I love you tonight."
(la la la)
Darry looked at Justin, the strange flicker in his eyes after he asked the question and as he trembled in Darry's lap.
"I will love you always."
Darry was beyond startled when Justin pushed him down to the mattress with a sudden, ardent kiss. Justin slid along Darry's frame, his thighs and waist brushing across Darry's. He knew Darry was telling the truth.
Justin kissing him, his fingertips roaming and caressing as his frame pressed into Darry's made Darry groan. Darry gripped Justin's sides and he rolled onto Justin, hearing a soft exhale. Their eyes met and Justin let his head rest against the mattress, blinking up at his older soon to be lover. Darry kissed him before moving to pull the tight tee shirt off his thin chest. He trailed kisses across Justin's jutting collarbone as he unbuttoned the boy's pants.
Darry had stripped them both before Justin made a sound. Justin purred under him as Darry's rough and calloused hands ran over his frame.
Darry felt Justin's uneven breath as his hands eased between Justin's thighs. Justin gave him a pensive glance but remained still on the mattress. Darry's caresses on his inner thighs soon made him less still and silent. Darry's hands slid in between Justin's legs with a more intent purpose and Justin shivered.
Darry's bedside lotion for his chapped elbows (only Pony believed that one) made Justin gasp as Darry's finger slid into him.
"Too much?" Darry asked, being still.
"Too cold." Justin shuddered and rolled his hips to get Darry to go further. Darry took his time, caressing Justin from the inside because he knew Justin would be struggling to accept the intrusion soon enough.
Justin watched Darry as he rested on his back as Darry slid another finger into him. The pain was bearable when he remembered who was touching him and why. Darry loved him. Jesus. The world had split.
Justin moaned as Darry's third finger stroked him and Darry groaned. Justin moaning something he never in his wildest sex dreams imagined. (And Darry, with his bedside lotion, was given to such dreams involving Justin.) Darry trembled and waited for Justin to ask him to enter because he's struggled a little with tension and the stretching pain.
"Darry, what the hell are you waiting, an invitation?" Justin gasped. Darry took his fingers out and deep throated Justin's erection, drawing a groan, low and visceral. He took his mouth from Justin, sliding up his frame, grinding against the smaller boy until he was shaking and arching and Darry was even with his face, arching his back down against Justin's.
"Yes. Tell me what you want Justin." Darry growled and sucked on his neck, pinning his wrists above his head before finding another spot on his chest to lick. He wanted to be sure this was what Justin wanted and he knew it would turn him on regardless.
"You." Justin shuddered under Darry's embraces. God, his brain stopped working a while ago and transferred all thinking to the area Darry was pressing into the mattress with his waist.
"What do you want me to do?" Darry asked.
"You know." Justin said, unable to think about forming the sentence to tell Darry what he wanted.
"Do you really want to take that risk? Maybe I think you just want to snuggle." Darry smiled and brought his mouth around Justin's nipple. Justin gasped and freed his wrists, pulling Darry's face to his, his nails scratching against Darry's neck. He arched up into Darry's frame and curled his face into Darry's neck, his mouth very close to Darry's ear. He sucked Darry's earlobe, gathering the few words he could pick from his extensive vocabulary. His voice was husky and sultry and he wondered if he sounded like high-end porn.
"I want you to take me and if you ask me where, I will take you."
Darry would've laughed longer but Justin's mouth found the spot where neck met shoulder and he almost lost it. Justin had undeniable instincts. Justin reluctantly let go of Darry as he slid back, moving his waist between Justin's legs. Justin rested his head on the mattress once more and took deeper breaths, knowing he would need to be very relaxed for Darry's entrance. Darry was massive, it was only natural that his, (Justin would've cleared his throat, but lacked the control of his vocal chords at that moment) little Darry would require some room. Justin chuckled at the reference and made a note to mention that to Darry later. Later because Darry was kissing his thighs, begging for his entrance. Justin only found a few words to sound the same plead.
Darry entered Justin and Justin couldn't contain the low groan of satisfaction. It masked the groan of pain he'd almost articulated. The sensation of Darry moving into him, inserting all that he was, into Justin, discomfort aside (there was discomfort, physical and otherwise, hidden or obvious), was more than Justin had ever asked for. The pain was a familiar stretch and burn but he knew it wouldn't be more than a moment of discomfort in a long night of passion.
"Am I hurting you?" Darry's voice was gruff with concern because the feeling of Justin's muscles stretching for him was almost making him lose any restraint. He buckled a little when he felt Justin shift so that his legs crossed on Darry's lower back. He wondered why Justin did that for a moment before he realized that if Justin's legs were crossed across Darry's back he could control the pace and thrust up into- Darry shivered. Justin wasn't naïve.
He heard Justin whimper but his face relaxed a moment later as he panted. Darry panted likewise. Justin parting his legs, masking a flush of shame and feelings of inadequacy by turning his face away; the very muscles in his core making room for Darry was something Darry never knew he'd missed.
He wished Justin didn't have to hide, didn't feel shame or inadequacy but he knew that would change with time and acceptance, love and assurance. He knew he was lucky to even have a chance with Justin.
"God no. It would hurt if you stopped." It felt like he was gasping for breath every other syllable and Darry grinned.
"God I love you." Darry breathed, leaving a moist trail of kissed flesh across Justin's chest and waist. Justin trembled at the touch and ignored the throbbing inside him.
Darry looked down at Justin's face, their closeness made inevitable by Justin's legs on Darry's back. Darry's arms trembled as they supported his weight, hovering over Justin. His hips trembled likewise and Justin waited for him to start moving inside him. Darry started moving, back and forth in a gentle circle until he was pulling in and out and delving deeper in a cycle of fervent motion. Eventually the circle stopped and Darry braced Justin, his hands bruising as they gripped Justin's hips, pushing him into Darry as Justin's legs tightened around Darry. The motion became much simpler. In and further in.
Darry's thrusts made Justin want to scream in whatever the word was for so much pleasure Justin would scream in a house full of his close friends when their brother was riding him. Doing him. Taking him. Fucking him. Having sex with him. Making love to him. Whatever the phrase, it wasn't strong enough for what Justin felt with Darry inside him. Justin would never be able to describe it because what he felt went beyond words, the verbal portion of his thoughts. It touched a part of him that was solely sensations and sounds, feelings and textures that were derived from the fact that Darry loved him.
Darry was hitting that spot inside Justin with every thrust and it was driving Justin mad. His arms were wrapped tightly around Darry and his legs mimicked that grip. He clutched tighter as he came, burying his face in Darry's shoulder as he kept thrusting into Justin.
Darry climaxed inside Justin a few moments later as Justin's passage tightened on his erection to an impossible degree that made Darry think he'd never want to leave. Justin was panting just as heavily as he was. He stayed inside Justin and Justin smiled up at him, his green eyes hazy. Darry lowered his frame to Justin's, his arms weary of supporting his weight.
They laid in silence, their breathing winding down. Darry found himself kissing Justin's shoulders, his neck, his throat and collarbone all over again. He slid lower on his slight lover's frame and glanced at him before licking his erection.
Justin started at the heat in Darry's mouth as Darry slipped his mouth over the head of Justin's erection.
"Darry-" Justin's hips pushed up a bit and Darry realized he hadn't deep throated Justin and the base was exposed. He had already made Justin hard again and Justin was a little wearied. He deep throated Justin and heard the sedated moan as Justin slipped his fingers in Darry's hair.
Justin had never been so hard before and no one had bothered to drive him so insane. It was quiet thing, the lust Darry had awakened so quickly after their first encounter but God it was powerful. He dared look at the man who was pleasuring him and the image proved too much. He came and withheld the intended scream, instead moaning at a higher pitch than he meant. He realized he didn't care when he felt the last seed leave him and Darry's tongue still lapped at him.
Darry tasted Justin and swallowed, taking every drop and easing from his young, thin lover. Darry wasn't panting anymore but Justin was. Darry pulled Justin to his chest, kissing his shoulder and feeling the film of sweat on his wiry paramour as his heartbeat calmed. He tasted the saltiness as he licked Justin's shoulder. He wanted to taste every inch of Justin but knew there would be other times for such adventures. He'd made up for lost time tonight.
Justin glanced at the clock as his breathing tamed. It was long past midnight. He looked to Darry as he curled into his chest. Darry opened his eyes and met Justin's still hazy eyes.
"What is it?" Darry asked, kissing his shoulder again.
"It's tomorrow, do you still love me?" Justin's smile told Darry he knew the answer but Darry wanted to answer anyway.
"I will love you always."
If you've read this before or not, tell me how the lemon scene is. Do you like? Is it realistic? Is it improved?