Fic - The Pond (Jimmy/Vinnie, cracktrailer!verse)
This was written for sweptawaybayou's AtS/RPS phobia!ficathon. The premise? Pick a phobia, any phobia and then write a fic with either the characters or actors from Angel: The Series. I decided to go with pseudo-RPS and use cracktrailer-style Jimmy and Vinnie rather than 'real' James and Vince. Enjoy!
Title: The Pond
Author: Moosesal
Rating: teen audiences? it's slashy, but it's not really porn
Phobias: dishabiliophobia and astraphobia (defined at end of story)
Beta: Much thanks to silvertedy for giving me a 'light edit' and teasing me mercilessly for my request of a light edit. *rolls eyes* I have ownership issues over my cracktrailer words.
Note: This is NOT Jimmy/Vinnie from my Possum Holler series, but rather the more general Jimmy/Vinnie found in the original cracktrailer world. I owe a debt to those who wrote these guys before me.
Jimmy relaxed in the water and let his body float -- well, as much as a skinny guy like him could float anyway. He closed his eyes and listened to the crickets chirping along the banks of the pond. He’d practically grown up in this swimming hole -- ditching school to cool off on a hot September day, slipping away from his daddy as much as possible during summer break. He even came out here when the weather was cool to stare into the glassy green water, thinking about everything and nothing. So it was no surprise that he’d be here on a July night when the sky was hazy and the ground was scorched, the earth desperate for a good long rain. ’Cause even when the water was bathwater warm, it still felt better than sitting on his porch sweating until his shirt was soaked through, listening to the drunken ravings of his daddy.
As he lay there in the water he heard a rustling in the deep grass surrounding the pond. Someone was invading his space, but he knew without looking who it was and this intruder was more than welcome. Jimmy dropped his feet to the floor of the pond, feeling the soft mud squish between his toes. He turned to his left and smiled to see Vinnie standing next to his clothes on the bank. His voice was soft and gravelly as he offered a “Hey” in greeting.
Vinnie fidgeted and smiled and said “Hey” back, but made no move to get undressed and join Jimmy in the water.
“Water’s nice. You comin’ in?”
Vinnie shoved his hands in his pockets, shifted from one foot to the other, and shook his head in a movement that most people would have missed, but that Jimmy was accustomed to. “Nah,” he whispered under his breath.
“Aw, c’mon.” Jimmy waggled his eyebrows and a grin stretched across his face. “I promise to molest you.”
Vinnie’s face flushed deep red at Jimmy’s words. His hands slipped to the hem of his t-shirt, twisting and stretching the fabric in his fingers while he stared down at his dirty sneakers. He shook his head, letting his hair cover his face, and mumbled something Jimmy didn’t need to hear to understand. They’d been through this before.
Out in the water, Jimmy turned so that his back was to Vinnie. “ ’M not lookin’. You can strip off now.” Vinnie’d never been too keen on people watching him get undressed. Jimmy couldn’t really figure it out, it wasn’t like he was covered in bruises and scars and shit from getting beat by his daddy. His body didn’t look like Jimmy’s. And it wasn’t like he was fat or ugly or nothin’. Nah. Jimmy figured Vinnie was prettier naked than any of the girls he’d fucked under the bleachers out on the football field. He was prettier than Dave, even -- although it was a close call and when you added in Dave’s hot mouth and tight ass. (Not that Vinnie didn’t have some great assets of his own.)
But Dave was big, a man. And the girls ... well, they were girls. But Vinnie ... Vinnie had this amazing slenderness through his hips, and he was all tight muscle just under the surface. In his baggy jeans and t-shirts, he looked stringy and weak, but when you got him naked you could see the strength. You could feel the muscles straining against his flesh, ready to be unleashed. And Jimmy knew that it wasn’t just his body that hid strength; there was something inside him. Something that made Jimmy want to keep him as his own forever.
But no matter how many times Jimmy touched him and told him how beautiful he was, when it came to actually taking off the clothes, Vinnie just couldn’t do it if somebody was lookin’ at him. So Jimmy’d learned to give him his space to undress because if he didn’t and Vinnie got all worked up, Jimmy would miss out on a whole lot more than just seeing him naked.
When he heard water splashing, he turned to see Vinnie stripped bare, wading into the water. His clothes had been dropped in a messy pile next to Jimmy’s own. The only thing he’d left on was the gold chain and cross that he never took off. The first time Jimmy’d seen it, he freaked out a little. His daddy hadn’t exactly instilled a reverence for Christ by beating him with one fist while holding the Bible in the other. But Vinnie’s Granny had given him that cross before she died and Jimmy respected that. He smiled as Vinnie glided through the water, sending ripples flowing out as he sank deeper and deeper as he moved straight toward Jimmy.
“Hey.” Vinnie stopped just inches from him and let his hands slip through the water to rest on Jimmy’s hips.
Jimmy’s breath caught at the touch. He never got over that touch. Long, slender fingers that were gentle, nimble. But strong too. He muttered his own “Hey” in response as he stepped into Vinnie’s body and pressed a kiss to his lips. Vinnie’s mouth opened to his and as Jimmy relaxed, Vinnie hooked his foot behind Jimmy’s knee, tumbling them backwards into the water.
Jimmy came up sputtering and Vinnie came up laughing and then Jimmy went on the attack. They wrestled in the water, dunking each other, pushing and pulling and rolling around until muscles grew weary. Vinnie grabbed Jimmy by the wrist and tugged him back to the bank. They dropped into the soft grass and lay back, drifting off to sleep until a loud boom of thunder startled Jimmy. He blinked as a flash of lightning lit up the night sky, followed by another resounding boom.
He sat bolt upright and swallowed, his breath coming hard and fast as if he’d just swam several laps in the pond. He stared at the water and another flash reflected on the clear surface before the sound came.
Kaboom.
Jimmy started shaking as fat drops of rain began to fall. The rain came slow like first tears. Splat. Splat. Vinnie had somehow managed to sleep through the thunder, but woke when a raindrop splashed against his eyelashes. He fluttered his eyes and sat up, groggy. “Hey,” he reached out to touch Jimmy’s shoulder and let go when Jimmy flinched. “You okay?”
Jimmy shook his head, but said nothing. He just sat there, knees up, rocking slightly -- like a little kid. Vinnie grabbed his clothes and quickly dressed then bent down to Jimmy’s clothes. “Let’s get you out of the storm.” He picked up Jimmy’s t-shirt and moved to help him dress, but Jimmy shook his head.
“No.”
“No?”
“No, dammit. Not anymore.” Vinnie looked at him like he’d lost his mind but Jimmy just shook his head. “No more fear.”
“Jimmy ... it’s okay to be afraid.”
Jimmy looked him in the eye, piercing him with cold blue eyes. “I ain’t afraid of him anymore.”
Vinnie nodded, knowing whom Jimmy met. “I know.”
Vinnie nodded again, dropping Jimmy’s shirt on the ground. He reached down and ran his fingers through Jimmy’s thick curls then dropped down beside him to wrap him in his arms.
“ ’M not afraid,” Jimmy whispered against his shoulder as Vinnie held him close.
“I know.” Vinnie rocked him and pretended that the warm drops soaking the shoulder of his shirt were drops of rain. “I know.”
The End
Dishabiliophobia - fear of undressing in front of people
Astraphobio (or Ceraunophobia) - fear of thunder and lightning
Title: The Pond
Author: Moosesal
Rating: teen audiences? it's slashy, but it's not really porn
Phobias: dishabiliophobia and astraphobia (defined at end of story)
Beta: Much thanks to silvertedy for giving me a 'light edit' and teasing me mercilessly for my request of a light edit. *rolls eyes* I have ownership issues over my cracktrailer words.
Note: This is NOT Jimmy/Vinnie from my Possum Holler series, but rather the more general Jimmy/Vinnie found in the original cracktrailer world. I owe a debt to those who wrote these guys before me.
Jimmy relaxed in the water and let his body float -- well, as much as a skinny guy like him could float anyway. He closed his eyes and listened to the crickets chirping along the banks of the pond. He’d practically grown up in this swimming hole -- ditching school to cool off on a hot September day, slipping away from his daddy as much as possible during summer break. He even came out here when the weather was cool to stare into the glassy green water, thinking about everything and nothing. So it was no surprise that he’d be here on a July night when the sky was hazy and the ground was scorched, the earth desperate for a good long rain. ’Cause even when the water was bathwater warm, it still felt better than sitting on his porch sweating until his shirt was soaked through, listening to the drunken ravings of his daddy.
As he lay there in the water he heard a rustling in the deep grass surrounding the pond. Someone was invading his space, but he knew without looking who it was and this intruder was more than welcome. Jimmy dropped his feet to the floor of the pond, feeling the soft mud squish between his toes. He turned to his left and smiled to see Vinnie standing next to his clothes on the bank. His voice was soft and gravelly as he offered a “Hey” in greeting.
Vinnie fidgeted and smiled and said “Hey” back, but made no move to get undressed and join Jimmy in the water.
“Water’s nice. You comin’ in?”
Vinnie shoved his hands in his pockets, shifted from one foot to the other, and shook his head in a movement that most people would have missed, but that Jimmy was accustomed to. “Nah,” he whispered under his breath.
“Aw, c’mon.” Jimmy waggled his eyebrows and a grin stretched across his face. “I promise to molest you.”
Vinnie’s face flushed deep red at Jimmy’s words. His hands slipped to the hem of his t-shirt, twisting and stretching the fabric in his fingers while he stared down at his dirty sneakers. He shook his head, letting his hair cover his face, and mumbled something Jimmy didn’t need to hear to understand. They’d been through this before.
Out in the water, Jimmy turned so that his back was to Vinnie. “ ’M not lookin’. You can strip off now.” Vinnie’d never been too keen on people watching him get undressed. Jimmy couldn’t really figure it out, it wasn’t like he was covered in bruises and scars and shit from getting beat by his daddy. His body didn’t look like Jimmy’s. And it wasn’t like he was fat or ugly or nothin’. Nah. Jimmy figured Vinnie was prettier naked than any of the girls he’d fucked under the bleachers out on the football field. He was prettier than Dave, even -- although it was a close call and when you added in Dave’s hot mouth and tight ass. (Not that Vinnie didn’t have some great assets of his own.)
But Dave was big, a man. And the girls ... well, they were girls. But Vinnie ... Vinnie had this amazing slenderness through his hips, and he was all tight muscle just under the surface. In his baggy jeans and t-shirts, he looked stringy and weak, but when you got him naked you could see the strength. You could feel the muscles straining against his flesh, ready to be unleashed. And Jimmy knew that it wasn’t just his body that hid strength; there was something inside him. Something that made Jimmy want to keep him as his own forever.
But no matter how many times Jimmy touched him and told him how beautiful he was, when it came to actually taking off the clothes, Vinnie just couldn’t do it if somebody was lookin’ at him. So Jimmy’d learned to give him his space to undress because if he didn’t and Vinnie got all worked up, Jimmy would miss out on a whole lot more than just seeing him naked.
When he heard water splashing, he turned to see Vinnie stripped bare, wading into the water. His clothes had been dropped in a messy pile next to Jimmy’s own. The only thing he’d left on was the gold chain and cross that he never took off. The first time Jimmy’d seen it, he freaked out a little. His daddy hadn’t exactly instilled a reverence for Christ by beating him with one fist while holding the Bible in the other. But Vinnie’s Granny had given him that cross before she died and Jimmy respected that. He smiled as Vinnie glided through the water, sending ripples flowing out as he sank deeper and deeper as he moved straight toward Jimmy.
“Hey.” Vinnie stopped just inches from him and let his hands slip through the water to rest on Jimmy’s hips.
Jimmy’s breath caught at the touch. He never got over that touch. Long, slender fingers that were gentle, nimble. But strong too. He muttered his own “Hey” in response as he stepped into Vinnie’s body and pressed a kiss to his lips. Vinnie’s mouth opened to his and as Jimmy relaxed, Vinnie hooked his foot behind Jimmy’s knee, tumbling them backwards into the water.
Jimmy came up sputtering and Vinnie came up laughing and then Jimmy went on the attack. They wrestled in the water, dunking each other, pushing and pulling and rolling around until muscles grew weary. Vinnie grabbed Jimmy by the wrist and tugged him back to the bank. They dropped into the soft grass and lay back, drifting off to sleep until a loud boom of thunder startled Jimmy. He blinked as a flash of lightning lit up the night sky, followed by another resounding boom.
He sat bolt upright and swallowed, his breath coming hard and fast as if he’d just swam several laps in the pond. He stared at the water and another flash reflected on the clear surface before the sound came.
Kaboom.
Jimmy started shaking as fat drops of rain began to fall. The rain came slow like first tears. Splat. Splat. Vinnie had somehow managed to sleep through the thunder, but woke when a raindrop splashed against his eyelashes. He fluttered his eyes and sat up, groggy. “Hey,” he reached out to touch Jimmy’s shoulder and let go when Jimmy flinched. “You okay?”
Jimmy shook his head, but said nothing. He just sat there, knees up, rocking slightly -- like a little kid. Vinnie grabbed his clothes and quickly dressed then bent down to Jimmy’s clothes. “Let’s get you out of the storm.” He picked up Jimmy’s t-shirt and moved to help him dress, but Jimmy shook his head.
“No.”
“No?”
“No, dammit. Not anymore.” Vinnie looked at him like he’d lost his mind but Jimmy just shook his head. “No more fear.”
“Jimmy ... it’s okay to be afraid.”
Jimmy looked him in the eye, piercing him with cold blue eyes. “I ain’t afraid of him anymore.”
Vinnie nodded, knowing whom Jimmy met. “I know.”
Vinnie nodded again, dropping Jimmy’s shirt on the ground. He reached down and ran his fingers through Jimmy’s thick curls then dropped down beside him to wrap him in his arms.
“ ’M not afraid,” Jimmy whispered against his shoulder as Vinnie held him close.
“I know.” Vinnie rocked him and pretended that the warm drops soaking the shoulder of his shirt were drops of rain. “I know.”
The End
Dishabiliophobia - fear of undressing in front of people
Astraphobio (or Ceraunophobia) - fear of thunder and lightning