Finding Peace
Title: Finding Peace
Pairing: Jimmy/T-bag
Summary: Theo's out on parole, to celebrate Jimmy takes him camping and gets him drunk. Jimmy learns what prison has taught his cousin; how to find peace.
Rating: R-ish
For: thelana
“What the fuck are you doing?” Jimmy asked. It was two thirty in the morning in the midst of January. He and his cousin Theodore were lying in the back of his hunk-of-junk-truck, in the middle of Oak Mountain State Park, snuggled into their sleeping bags up to their chins. Jimmy suddenly noticed that, as he’d slipped off to sleep, Theo had zipped their sleeping bags together.
“It’s cold, roll over…” Theo argued, arms curling reflexively around Jim’s waist and he scooted closer to his cousin.
Jimmy shifted and pushed against Theo’s chest, “Ain’t that cold, get off, faggot.”
“Shut up and stop complaining,” Theodore put his cold nose against Jimmy’s neck; it made him shiver.
Unconsciously, he wrapped his own arms back around Theo. He could feel his cousin’s muscle under the shirt of his long underwear. At certain places, Theo was thin, hand delicate as they stroked up and down Jimmy’s back and played with his hair. Nearly at peace, Jim closed his eyes.
“This may be the whiskey talkin’,” Theo cooed in his comforting voice, breath hot against Jim’s cold ear, “But you ain’t too bad looking.”
Jim almost laughed, but it got stuck in his throat and he just swallowed nervously instead. Yes, soft, delicate fingers, almost like a woman’s. His hands caressed over his cousin’s hips. Theo rocked forward at the touch, their bodies touching under the double nylon of the sleeping bags.
“You neither, but that’s definitely the whiskey,” Jimmy managed to mutter, and Theo laughed. He buried his face into the familiar scent of his cousin’s neck. They used to share a bed when they were little and Theo would visit. The familiar scent delighted him, and he hardly noticed as Theo unzipped his jeans and told him to roll over.
Jim’s jeans slid down with the aid of those feminine hands, collecting at his knees and he shivered, “Wha?”
“I said roll over, Jimmy,” Theo’s voice became a purr, a quite rumble that echoed in Jim’s brain. He hardly comprehended the words, but his body carried out his cousin’s command all the same. The cold fingers brushed his underwear down, delicately, and Jim only fell deeper into Theodore’s trance.
Suddenly, something hard pushed up against his entrance and he snapped back to reality, “Shit! What the hell, Theo?! Let go of me, faggot!”
“Now now,” His cousin chirped, voice still calm and the icy claws holding Jim’s hips as steady as cement, “Shouldn’t be throwin’ that word ‘round. Might give people the wrong idea ‘bout me.”
“Seems like the fuckin’ right idea if y--”
“Jim,” Another neck nuzzle that sent shivered down Jimmy’s spin and the velvet words forced him to relax, “Ain’t you glad I’m out on parole? Ain’t you just the least bit thrilled to see me? You’re body’s sayin’ you are…”
There was something special about Theo’s words. Not his accent, he sounded just like everyone else near Birmingham, but the way he strung a sentence together…it made Jimmy not care about the hand that was coiling around his member. His member that for some unexplainable reason was expanding into the touch.
When he felt the hardness press against him again, he didn’t squirm. When Theo pressed against his entrance, he didn’t squirm. When the poorly lubricated member eased inside of him, he didn’t squirm.
He laid there on his side, feeling the pressure of Theo’s organ in him and Theo’s hot breath against the back of his neck. Jim shivered occasionally, pressing back into his cousin and moaning. After the initial shock of it all, it felt rather good; especially since Theo’s hand was racing up and down along Jim’s shaft in time with the thrusts.
Moments passed and Theo’s movements became chaotic. Jimmy reached behind himself, grabbing his cousins’ rear to slow him down--God it stung. But the hurt was so exhilarating. Panting, moaning, gasping, he felt his cousin release inside him. It was like fire course up through his whole body and pushed his own fluid out over Theo’s hand.
For a few moments they lay there, one cousin inside the other. The first covered in the juices of the second. Their breath was paced equally, bodies lay snug like spoons against one another. Peace, tranquility.
Jimmy felt empty when Theo pulled away and got himself redressed. He fumbled for his jeans and underwear, pulling them into place. As he turned back to rest his forehead against Theo’s he muttered, “Teddy?”
Theo gave noncommittal ‘hm.’
“I sure am glad you’re back.”
Pairing: Jimmy/T-bag
Summary: Theo's out on parole, to celebrate Jimmy takes him camping and gets him drunk. Jimmy learns what prison has taught his cousin; how to find peace.
Rating: R-ish
For: thelana
“What the fuck are you doing?” Jimmy asked. It was two thirty in the morning in the midst of January. He and his cousin Theodore were lying in the back of his hunk-of-junk-truck, in the middle of Oak Mountain State Park, snuggled into their sleeping bags up to their chins. Jimmy suddenly noticed that, as he’d slipped off to sleep, Theo had zipped their sleeping bags together.
“It’s cold, roll over…” Theo argued, arms curling reflexively around Jim’s waist and he scooted closer to his cousin.
Jimmy shifted and pushed against Theo’s chest, “Ain’t that cold, get off, faggot.”
“Shut up and stop complaining,” Theodore put his cold nose against Jimmy’s neck; it made him shiver.
Unconsciously, he wrapped his own arms back around Theo. He could feel his cousin’s muscle under the shirt of his long underwear. At certain places, Theo was thin, hand delicate as they stroked up and down Jimmy’s back and played with his hair. Nearly at peace, Jim closed his eyes.
“This may be the whiskey talkin’,” Theo cooed in his comforting voice, breath hot against Jim’s cold ear, “But you ain’t too bad looking.”
Jim almost laughed, but it got stuck in his throat and he just swallowed nervously instead. Yes, soft, delicate fingers, almost like a woman’s. His hands caressed over his cousin’s hips. Theo rocked forward at the touch, their bodies touching under the double nylon of the sleeping bags.
“You neither, but that’s definitely the whiskey,” Jimmy managed to mutter, and Theo laughed. He buried his face into the familiar scent of his cousin’s neck. They used to share a bed when they were little and Theo would visit. The familiar scent delighted him, and he hardly noticed as Theo unzipped his jeans and told him to roll over.
Jim’s jeans slid down with the aid of those feminine hands, collecting at his knees and he shivered, “Wha?”
“I said roll over, Jimmy,” Theo’s voice became a purr, a quite rumble that echoed in Jim’s brain. He hardly comprehended the words, but his body carried out his cousin’s command all the same. The cold fingers brushed his underwear down, delicately, and Jim only fell deeper into Theodore’s trance.
Suddenly, something hard pushed up against his entrance and he snapped back to reality, “Shit! What the hell, Theo?! Let go of me, faggot!”
“Now now,” His cousin chirped, voice still calm and the icy claws holding Jim’s hips as steady as cement, “Shouldn’t be throwin’ that word ‘round. Might give people the wrong idea ‘bout me.”
“Seems like the fuckin’ right idea if y--”
“Jim,” Another neck nuzzle that sent shivered down Jimmy’s spin and the velvet words forced him to relax, “Ain’t you glad I’m out on parole? Ain’t you just the least bit thrilled to see me? You’re body’s sayin’ you are…”
There was something special about Theo’s words. Not his accent, he sounded just like everyone else near Birmingham, but the way he strung a sentence together…it made Jimmy not care about the hand that was coiling around his member. His member that for some unexplainable reason was expanding into the touch.
When he felt the hardness press against him again, he didn’t squirm. When Theo pressed against his entrance, he didn’t squirm. When the poorly lubricated member eased inside of him, he didn’t squirm.
He laid there on his side, feeling the pressure of Theo’s organ in him and Theo’s hot breath against the back of his neck. Jim shivered occasionally, pressing back into his cousin and moaning. After the initial shock of it all, it felt rather good; especially since Theo’s hand was racing up and down along Jim’s shaft in time with the thrusts.
Moments passed and Theo’s movements became chaotic. Jimmy reached behind himself, grabbing his cousins’ rear to slow him down--God it stung. But the hurt was so exhilarating. Panting, moaning, gasping, he felt his cousin release inside him. It was like fire course up through his whole body and pushed his own fluid out over Theo’s hand.
For a few moments they lay there, one cousin inside the other. The first covered in the juices of the second. Their breath was paced equally, bodies lay snug like spoons against one another. Peace, tranquility.
Jimmy felt empty when Theo pulled away and got himself redressed. He fumbled for his jeans and underwear, pulling them into place. As he turned back to rest his forehead against Theo’s he muttered, “Teddy?”
Theo gave noncommittal ‘hm.’
“I sure am glad you’re back.”