GLITTER

Title: Untitled
Author: TKP
Pairing: VK/JM
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Comment pron from LJ prompt, un-beta'd

There's the one where James called up Vincent and said, "Take off your clothes."

And Vincent said, "I heard about the play. That's the shits, man."

And Jim said, "Get naked. Right now."

Vincent laughed and said, "It's kinda ironic, isn't it? I mean, wasn't it about a star who can't come out of the closet? But you were going to, right there on stage. And now you're not."

"I want to hear your goddamn zipper, Vinnie."

Vincent laughed again. "I'm not wearing any. Aren't you lucky?"

A pause. "What are you wearing?"

"And if that isn't the worst phone sex pick up line, you can slap me around and call me Suzie."

"I'll do worse than that."

Vincent paused, this time. "Boxers", he said finally, magnanimously. Then: "I'm glad it got canceled. I wouldn't've liked it. I wouldn't've liked to've seen you up there with anyone else." He paused again. "I would've watched it, you know."

"Of course you would have. You'll do anything I damn well tell you. Now take off the boxers."

"I guess." Vincent shrugged, something that was almost audible over the phone. Stood up, took off the boxers, leaned up against the cold wall. "I would've watched it, but I would've hated it. Hated all those people looking at you. Wanting you."

"Know how that feels, you fucking little--exhibitionist. I want you to touch yourself."

Vincent smiled and wrapped a lazy hand around himself. "You liked it."

"Liked you learning to be a dirty fucking whore? Selling yourself on stage?"

"Yeah." Squeezing his hand, he hissed involuntarily. "I heard there was gonna be prostitutes in yours, too."

"Sure," Jim said. "Sure. Some tragic little rentboy. Just like you. One piece of ass is as good as the next. Isn't that right?"

"I would've hated him, too," Vincent breathed. "Hated whoever played him for you. Hated you, for it not being me. Hated you not using me."

"I'll use whoever I goddamn please. You're nothing but a filthy whore." Jim's breath was coming shorter. "Put your fingers in your mouth. Do it; suck so I can hear you."

When Vincent made the requisite loud sounds around his hand, Jim panted out, "Like that. You're such a fucking whore."

Vincent slid the wet fingers behind his cock, his balls, finding the ring of muscles behind, nudging inside himself. "For you," he said. "God, it's so fucking tight, for you."

"You're nothing. You're nothing but a whore who likes to get filled up with big cock. Tell me. Tell me you're just a worthless cunt; you love it."

"I want you fucking my throat, so bad, right now. I wish you could see it in my eyes, what a whore I am for you."

"Christ, Jesus Christ," Jim said. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, getting fucked from both ends, someone fucking your ass while I come down your throat, you just getting used between two cocks."

"Mm," was all Vincent said.

"Jesus, Vinnie," Jim said again. "It would've been you. On stage, the boy, I would've been thinking of you, whole time. It's only ever you."

"I know," he said. "That's why it's a little alright being nothing but your nasty fucked up whore, James. What do you think?"

"I think I'm going to come," Jim said.

And did.

-End