In My Room, You and I...

Fic: "In My Room, You and I..."
Chapter: "We Don't Need Others" (2 of 2)
Author: Liebeslied Engel, copyright © 2005-2006 S.E.J.
Fandom: Psychopathic Records (ICP, Twiztid, Dark Lotus, etc.)
Pairing: J/Shaggy
Category: General lustfulness, but sweet at times.
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for language and graphic depictions of sexual acts and homoeroticism. Also, pretty damn OOC. Deal with it :-P
Summary: The previous night sparks revelations and more passion.
Disclaimer: "If I didn't see it, it's not illegal!" "I know my rights, you can't prove anything!" ...In other words, this never happened.... "You can't see me!"
Notes: Takes place pre-Insane Clown Posse. And yeah, it's more mushy sweetness, and I still like it. Originally written in June 2005. Enjoy.


Shaggy vaguely remembered when Jay got up, but it was only because of the sudden absence of another body's weight against his. And it did feel like an absence, a loss, an incompleteness somehow. He sat up and sighed, blinking in the bright sunlight. He reached for the pack of cigarettes and found only one left. There was a yellow post-it stuck to the pack, and he took a drag as he read;

Went out for Faygo, booze, and smokes.
Ain't I sweet, leavin' you the last one?
Back soon.
-J

It was sweet, and Shaggy smiled all the way up the stairs into the shower. Pulling off his boxers he found a stiff patch in the fabric, a reminder of the night's occurrence. He gasped as he felt himself twitch, bit his lip and grunted softly. He took a deep breath to calm himself, turned on the water and stepped in. He willed himself to relax as the warm water cascaded over his skin, promising he wouldn't make a big deal of anything when Jay got back. His mind did alright in focusing on other things.

His cock was a different story though. He let out an exasperated sigh and went about taking care of it. The memories were so fresh, that Shaggy felt high as they mixed with his increasing physical pleasure. He leaned his free left forearm against the slick tile wall in front of him and rested his forehead against it. Squeezing his eyes shut tight and breathing heavily through his mouth, his orgasm came and went very quickly.

Standing upright again, eyes still closed, Shaggy lifted his head to face the ceiling of the shower stall, letting the water rinse him clean. Heaving a sigh of disappointment, he passed his hands over his hair. "It wasn't Joe," he whispered to himself in explanation. Dropping his hands he sighed again, and finally got around to actually showering.

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Jay walked back into the house carrying two brown paper bags and whistling circus music. He stopped short and his whistling ceased when he spotted the vacant couch. He caught himself pouting, like a little kid who's just discovered that all the ice cream's gone. But then he heard the shower running upstairs and his mood brightened. He felt a twinge of embarrassment, since he'd been unable to stop himself from getting off in that same bathroom earlier that morning, but he let it go after he considered why he'd had the need, and how he and Shaggy had slept the rest of the night. Walking into the kitchen, he tossed his keys on the counter and started to unpack his parcels. He took up whistling again, which changed to humming as he pulled a cigarette out of the new pack and lit it.

The melody having been interrupted by his first drag, Jay could now hear that the shower'd been shut off. Instead he heard Shaggy's footsteps coming down the stairs, and Jay felt his heart skip a beat. Now he was full-out smiling, like that same kid had just heard the ice cream truck down the block and knew he had allowance money in his pocket. He tried though to look as calm and nonchalant as possible as Shaggy rounded the corner into the kitchen.

As their eyes met, both men felt their faces flush slightly. Jay's green eyes sparkled like an infatuated lover's, and the blue of Shaggy's brightened and intensified. Shaggy clenched and unclenched his fists in restraint, and it was obvious Jay was struggling to hide a giddy smile. After several tense moments, Jay lowered his eyes to the floor, cleared his throat and broke the silence.

"Here man, got some more smokes." He tossed the open pack to Shaggy, who caught it with one hand, pulled one out, lit it and inhaled, all without taking his eyes off the other man. Jay blushed again, deeper this time, and went back to putting things away, just to give himself something to do, a distraction from the intensity of Shaggy's soul-piercing gaze. As the nicotine set in, Shaggy relaxed a little and leaned on the doorframe.

"Those dreams come back last night?" Smoke wafted out of his mouth as he spoke, his eyes taking in every little movement of Jay's body. Jay cleared his throat again, taking a puff himself before he answered. "Kinda, were different this time though. I saw... uh..." He hesitated and his blush deepened even further. He stopped his bustling and forced himself to look Shaggy in the eyes again. A shiver ran up his spine as he watched his friend exhale, saw the smoke pass between those lips. He swallowed and made himself continue, even though there wasn't any hint of impatience on Shaggy's face.

"I saw, um, the two of us, fuckin' painted up like clowns an' shit, on a stage, with six huge playin' cards lit up behind us, all jokers but fuckin' scary an' freakish-like. An' those cards was the only things in color, fuckin' bright colors. One of 'em looked like that hooded guy you always used'a tag wit', the one wit' the devil horns an' the crows flyin' around. An' we were rappin'. Don't remember the song now, but fuckin' shit-loads of people was screamin' for us, chantin' "ICP, ICP," over an' over."

"Dog, we got outta Inner City." Shaggy's voice was surprisingly calm and even, and somehow that made it very difficult for Jay to suppress another shudder. He concentrated hard and continued.

"I know, homie, I know, it didn't stand for that." Jay paused, reaching back into the dream. "Insane Clown Posse."

For the first time since seeing each other that morning, Shaggy's eyes focused somewhere other than Jay. He stood up straight at hearing those last three words, as if something deserving of respect and reverence had just entered the room. "Damn," came his whispered response.

"Yeah," Jay went on, beginning to get more enthusiastic. "An' those're the same cards I been seein' in all my other dreams. I think somethin's tellin' me to make music dog, and use dem cards wit' it somehow. I think I'ma get started." Shaggy smiled at his friend's excitement and nodded his agreement. Jay flashed a huge smile back as he walked past Shaggy into the living room. Their eyes connected again for a split second, a jolt of electricity passing through that gaze. Both men felt their lust rising again because of it, but set is aside for the moment in favor of Jay's creative urges. Shaggy leaned on the doorframe again, deep in thought, as Jay rummaged around for paper and pen.

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It was starting to get dark. Shaggy'd all but finished the pack they'd opened earlier, and hadn't heard more than a mutter out of Jay since he'd left the kitchen to try and pen some lyrics. The only light on in the house was in the dining room, hanging over Jay like a sun. The table was covered with crumpled papers, the ashtray was overflowing.

Shaggy now knew how Jay had felt all those nights, numb from the mindless infomercials. The monotony, the repetition, he could almost feel himself getting dumber. he let out an annoyed sigh as yet another singles' hotline number flashed across the screen. All dem scams is good for is hookin' up, he thought. Ain't gonna find love there, jus' an easy fuck. Shaggy thought back, trying to remember the last time he'd had something other than empty, casual sex. He started to get a little depressed at how long it had been, when the sound of Jay's frustrated mumbling brought him back to the present. He looked over at the man seated at the table, the light over him almost giving him a glow. And he realized it hadn't been so long after all.

Just as they had in the shower, the memories of the previous night's encounter flooded his senses. Without realizing it had happened, Shaggy found his hand wrapped around his incredibly hard cock, stroking it slowly. His eyes fixated on Jay's lips as they silently mouthed the words he was writing. The fact that Jay had no clue what was going on mere feet away turned Shaggy on even more, and repeating the afternoon further, he climaxed in near record time. Working to hide his labored breathing, Shaggy continued to watch Jay's mouth and was suddenly reminded of what he'd originally planned for Jay the night before. He couldn't hide the smirk as he stood and walked into the dining room.

"How's it goin'?" Jay looked up with strained eyes at the welcome interruption, smiled and shrugged. "You gonna be at dat all night?" Jay shrugged again. Shaggy chuckled cynically and turned away, heading into the kitchen. Jay dropped the pen and rubbed his tired eyes with the heels of his palms. He let out a breath, shielding the light from his face as he stared at the paper in front of him. He couldn't even read it, his vision was far too blurred. The light above him went out, and he felt a firm yet gentle hand on his shoulder. "C'mon, Joe, take a break." Jay smiled again and with eyes closed, allowed himself to be lead into the living room.

Something cool and damp was put in his hand with a command to drink. He brought the glass to his lips and took down several cool mouthfuls before asking Shaggy for a cigarette. "Rock & Rye and Smirnoff," he said as he exhaled his first drag. "Dat's da shit right there." Shaggy hummed softly in agreement, lighting his own smoke. The pair sat staring dumbly at the television for a few minutes, sipping their drinks and smoking. Just as he'd done the night before, Shaggy was the one to disrupt the quiet in the room.

"So, we's gonna be clowns, huh?"

Jay was glad for the dim light so his blush wouldn't show. "S'what I saw, dog. An' I think you're gonna like what I been writin', it's some fuckin' wicked shit." Shaggy nodded and took the final drag off his cigarette. As he took Jay's and stamped them both out, he started to chuckle. "Seems familiar, smokin' in the dark in the middle-a da fuckin' night."

Jay laughed with him. "Yeah, two nights in a row. We gonna make this shit a regular thing now?" Both men continued laughing for a moment before their eyes met. They stopped suddenly. A rush that could only come from intense lust filled both of them to bursting as they remembered what smoking in the dark had lead to before. Before they even realized it, Shaggy was on his knees again, and both men were working furiously to get Jay's shorts and boxers down. Whatever was about to happen, they both craved it like addicts.

As Jay's erection was exposed, Shaggy's blue eyes flashed like lightening. He stared at it, panting, sweat beads forming along his hair line. He slid his right hand along the bare flesh of Jay's inner thigh, stopping just short of his goal. He lifted his head, checking on Jay, waiting to see his reaction. Jay's green eyes were wide again, full of lust, almost begging through the anticipation. "Do it, Joey," he whispered, his eyes darting momentarily to his cock. A soft moan was all Shaggy could manage in response, and keeping his eyes on Jay's face, curled his fingers around the hard length in front of him.

Jay shuddered at his touch, hissing through clenched teeth. Despite the punishment he'd put his eyes through that night, he was determined to watch everything Shaggy did to him. He became so mesmerized by the other man's hand on his dick, that he didn't notice Shaggy start to lean forward. All of a sudden he felt Shaggy's hot breath on the head and he gasped. "Holy shit!"

The man on his knees smiled at the breathy whisper above him and raised his eyes to meet Jay's. He was glad to see a smile on his friend's face. He darted his tongue out for a split second, lapping at a small drop of pre-cum that had formed at the tip. Shaggy chuckled as Jay's cock jumped just slightly, and without lowering his eyes, he took in the head.

"Aw fuck..." came the voice again, moaning this time. Why does that look so fuckin' good?! Jay thought to himself as he watched Shaggy's lips encircle him. He found he couldn't help himself as he noticed his left hand rising slowly towards the side of the other man's face. His fingertips brushed Shaggy's cheek lightly, then crept upwards. When they reached the crown of his head, his fingers twisted and grabbed Shaggy's dreaded hair, and suddenly he was controlling how fast and how hard the man's head bobbed.

A guttural moan rumbled through Shaggy's throat, causing Jay to twitch again. The thought that he didn't know what he was doing kept popping into his mind, but he just answered it by doing what he'd want, what would give him pleasure, and it seemed to be working. He pressed his tongue against the underside of Jay's shaft, almost cradling it. He locked his lips around Jay as best he could, and let the hand on the back of his head do the rest of the work. He lifted his arms, wrapping them around Jay's hips, grabbing his ass. Jay bucked, hitting the head on the back of Shaggy's throat.

Jay loved the sight of Shaggy's cheeks hollowing out as his lips slid up and down. The feeling of his cock getting deeper and deeper into that mouth was better than any candy he'd yet found. Hot, wet, tight, the sensations began to overload him, and his voice came out a growl. "Joey, I'm so fuckin' close."

Shaggy's eyes rolled back in his head as a final muffled moan vibrated Jay's cock, and that did it. "Joey, FUCK!" Jay cried out as he exploded, his fluids filling Shaggy's mouth. He heard a familiar, haunting voice in his head, but ignored it, pushing it aside for the moment. As Shaggy raised his head, Jay hurriedly grabbed his glass, still half full of drink, and clumsily poured it into Shaggy's open mouth, splashing liquid everywhere. Shaggy swallowed and collapsed backwards, sprawling on the floor. Jay melted to his knees beside him.

Both men struggled to regain control of their breathing, two pairs of eyes shut tight. Jay managed to find the pack of cigarettes, pull out two and light them. He crawled up towards Shaggy's head and passed one to him before sitting cross-legged at his hips. "So," he said, clearing his throat, "How long you been plannin' that, muthafacko?"

Shaggy chuckled as he exhaled. "Was gonna last night, but you had other ideas."

"Well why didn'tcha fuckin' say somethin', ya dumbshit?!" The two laughed, releasing any tension and awkwardness they might have been feeling. Jay finished his smoke first, and as he stamped out the butt, he noticed Shaggy's erection, and smirked.

"Ya know, I heard a voice from my dreams right as I got off."

"Yeah?" Shaggy lifted his head slightly to look Jay in the eyes again. He saw the smirk and wondered what it was about, thinking it was too dark for Jay to have noticed how hard he was. "What'd it say?"

Jay leaned forward, unzipping Shaggy's pants as he spoke. "Welcome to the Dark Carnival."