GLITTER

Title: Exploratory
By: Rubywisp
Pairing: JM/KD (Takes place in Cracktrailerverse)
Rating: R

He's trying not to shake. He really is.

In fact, he's doing his damndest to keep his grip as smooth on Jimmy's dick as it would be on his own, keep his hand moving steadily - not too fast, not too slow, but just right, till the twist of his wrist makes Jimmy's head go thump against the inside wall of Mr. Giles' garage. And Kelly just knows that Jimmy's eyes are closed and his teeth are scraping over his lower lip, but he doesn't dare look. They didn't even talk about it - neither one of them has said a word since the picture of the girl taking it up the ass made Kelly have to rub his dick one time too many and Jimmy, for reasons unknown, decided to reach over and help him along. He sure as hell ain't gonna be caught looking.

But it's tricky. Jimmy's breathing all up in his ear. It sounds the way the pile of magazines on the cement between the two of them make Kelly feel: Dizzy. Lightheaded. A little stupid.

'Course, it could be the fumes from the gas cans stacked in the corner, or maybe it's the fifth of vodka they just split. Kelly's got no fucking clue. Whatever it is, he doesn't know how he's supposed to be able to concentrate on anything but the big-ass beehive buzzing under his skin, the one making him feel like he's about to split open, but he's giving it his best shot.

His best must not be good enough, though. Not if Jimmy knocking his hand away is any indication. And he's gonna feel bad about it - really bad, he really is - but not for a little bit yet, because Jimmy's thumb is rolling up over the underside of the head of Kelly's dick and Kelly's eyes are rolling back in his head and next thing he knows, he's not vibrating so much as he is shuddering and collapsing against the wall behind them.

Which is kind of really fucking cool, actually. At least until he realizes that none of the tension's gone out of Jimmy's body, and he might not have ever done this before, but he knows enough to know you don't leave the other guy hanging.

He starts to look, gets as far as the bleach stain on the thigh of Jimmy's jeans before he remembers himself and stares at his own knees instead.

"Can I?" he dares to ask, hand twitching and hovering between them. If he slides his eyes just that far to the right, he can see Jimmy's nails go white when he digs his fingers into his legs.

"Fuckin' well better," Jimmy tells him through gritted teeth.

The weirdness of the whole last few minutes is almost enough to set Kelly giggling, but he settles for biting his lip hard enough that he knows it's gonna bruise and wraps his hand around Jimmy's dick instead.

It's a lot easier to think now. The wrap-and-twist-and-pull goes a lot smoother without the distraction of Jimmy's hand on *his* dick, and it's not long before Jimmy's making all kinds of noises Kelly's never heard anywhere except on cable and leaving a mess all over Kelly's hand.

They wipe themselves off and fix their clothes and sit in the growing dark and silence long enough that Kelly's starting to wonder if they're ever going to be able to look each other in the face again before Jimmy clears his throat.

"You figure it's dark enough yet for you to show me how all this works?" he asks, jerking his head in the direction of the cans they'd brought with them that afternoon.

Kelly takes a minute to study the weak light coming from under the metal door of the car bay. "Yeah," he says, and he's got to stop and cough a time or two himself. "Should be good."

Jimmy nods and stands up, offers Kelly a hand. "Cool."

-End