Fuck Y'All, We Got Each Other

Title: "Fuck Y'all, We Got Each Other"
Author: Liebeslied Engel, copyright © 2005-2006 S.E.J.
Fandom: Psychopathic Records (ICP, Twiztid. Dark Lotus, etc.)
Pairing: J/Shaggy
Category: My general OOC "oh em gee they're so in luuuurve!" kind of fucking :-P
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for language and graphic depictions of sexual acts and homoeroticism. Also, as mentioned above, pretty damn OOC. Oh fucking well.
Summary: The title pretty much covers it...
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: Special thanks to "T" for spotting this particular plot bunny, and "M" for her fan art that both gave me further ideas and got me through writing this *much love and big tight hugs* Originally written in August 2005.



Not long ago they were sitting in a dirty house on a forgotten street in one of the worst parts of Detroit. Now they both smiled in disbelief as throngs of people chanted, "I-C-P! I-C-P!" as the lights came up in St. Andrew's Hall. It'd been hot and steamy on stage, their face paint all but melted off. They were out of breath, exhausted, their voices hoarse, but they were smiling. They'd kicked some fuckin' ass out there that night, something to be proud of. Though the fans were relatively few, Joe "Violent J" Bruce and Joey "Shaggy 2 Dope" Utsler were accepted, and loved. Now it was time to celebrate.

Faces clean, fresh clothes, plenty of booze, smokes, and women everywhere. Some they remembered from school, or their old neighborhood, but knew they weren't recognized. It felt like a fuckin' triumph to have those girls all over them, just because they were performers. The fuckin' scrubs had won, and those bitches were about to get a taste of rejection.

Party like crazies, smokey hotel rooms, thumpin' beats and liquor everywhere. Too much maybe. Only a few hours went by before all those women they'd been teasing all night were passed out on the floor, in a chair, on the beds. Sitting on either side of a short 'n cute little brunette tangled in the covers, Jay and Shaggy felt like kings. Bottle of vodka in one hand, cigarette in the other, life could only have been sweeter if somethin' hot and wet was wrapped around 'em.

"Fuckin' good night," Shaggy muttered, "Damn near perfect." Jay nodded his agreement as the two clinked their bottles together in a toast. He then looked at the girl between them and chuckled, ashing his cigarette in her hair. "Fuckin' bitches ain't no fun though."

"You got dat shit right, man!" Shaggy paused and took a drag off his smoke. "I really coulda used a little, ooh..." He hissed through his teeth as he held out his left hand, mimicking holding a girl's ass while he fucked her from behind. "Yeah, like dat!" Jay chuckled again, shaking his head slightly.

"I hear ya dog. But what're we s'posed ta do, all dem girls is passed da fuck out."

"Shit..." Shaggy muttered, exhaling his last lungful and stamping out the butt. He sat back against the headboard and closed his eyes, watching the random dirty fantasies flash in his mind. He grabbed at his crotch, adjusting the boxers that were rapidly becoming quite restrictive. His wrist brushed against the head of his cock and he squeezed his eyes shut tighter in an effort to keep from vocalizing. His mind kept meandering through memories of past encounters, hoping one such replay would ease his tension.

Jay watched him in silent awe, had been since the last puff of smoke left his lips. That look of restraint was all too familiar and it set his blood boiling. That night that now seemed forever ago, spent feverishly writing song after song, then the pleasures that had followed, suddenly flooded his senses. Seeing Shaggy's eyes shut so tight, knowing exactly what that expression meant, he got the urge to shove the girl between them to the floor and force himself on the other man...

Shaggy was aware of the movement next to him on the bed, but figured Jay was just trying to get comfortable so he could sleep. He kept his eyes shut. But suddenly two strong hands were on his shoulders, and he fell backward, surprised to find the bed behind him now missing one unconscious girl. His eyes flew open. Jay stood over him, green eyes intense, breath shallow. Shaggy couldn't help but smirk. "What?"

"Fuckin' tease," Jay growled out as he pounced, knees landing on either side of Shaggy's hips. Shaggy's smirk turned into a laugh and he crossed him arms under his head. "What?" he asked again, this time adding a feigned innocent look. Jay's face stayed completely dead-pan, not even a hint of amusement in his eyes. He leaned closer, almost touching his nose to the bed before nibbling lightly on Shaggy's right ear. Shaggy responded with a moan and an arch of his back, lifting his arms to grab at the back of Jay's head. Jay returned the sound as he bit harder and let his weight press against the body beneath him. His right arm snaked up Shaggy's side, fingers lightly ticking ribs before caressing the other man's arm. He grabbed Shaggy's wrist and guided his hand back down to the bed before lacing their fingers together.

Both men felt the other's erection sandwiched between them, and reveled in that sensation. The first two nights anything like this had happened, they hadn't been this close, both struggling internally with the fact that it was another man pleasuring him so, that thoughts of women smothered the intensity. But this, tonight, was incredible.

Jay pulled away slightly, locking eyes with the man beneath him. Shaggy's free hand drifted up, cradling Jay's jawline. They both moved forward together, their lips connecting softly at first. Shaggy flicked his tongue against Jay's mouth, and gave a sly chuckle at his reaction, a moan that sounded like he was melting. Jay pressed not only his lips but his whole body harder against Shaggy, opening his mouth just slightly. Shaggy took his cue and slipped his tongue between Jay's lips.

They played together like that, pressing ever harder, closer, occasional light chuckles and deepening moans escaping their kiss. Shaggy's hands explored and roamed over Jay's back and through his hair before sneaking between their bodies and running along Jay's waistline. Jay shivered and gave a soft grunt before breaking the kiss. He sat back just slightly, enough to look Shaggy in the eyes again. "Joey," he whispered, breathless, "you want this?" The question almost sounded like a plea.

Shaggy smirked again and answered as he raised himself up for another kiss, "I want this." Showing his strength, he rolled Jay onto his back as their lips connected with renewed force. Hands slipped behind fabric without so much as a second thought. Each man wrapped his hand around a cock not his own, and the waves of lust engulfed them. Moans, grunts, gasps were all muffled by lips and tongues pressed together with fervent need. Their hips bucked and ground together over and over, intensifying every moment. Jay finally pulled away, eyes squeezed shut, teeth clenched. "Fucking tease!" he managed in a hiss before release, covering Shaggy's hand and soaking his boxers. Shaggy laughed as if to say, "That's a lie. And besides, you love it," and withdrew his hand. Straddling Jay he sat up and wiped his hand on the bedsheets, out of habit. He removed his shirt, soaked in sweat as Jay caught his breath, then helped the other man do the same. Jay flushed slightly as the garment went over his head.

"What the fuck is that for?" Shaggy said, sitting back on Jay's hips, his erection still obvious. Jay attempted to make light of things, as per usual. '"I'm one fat, ugly muthafucker," he answered. His laugh couldn't mask the conviction he placed in the statement. Shaggy climbed off with an exasperated sigh and stood glaring at Jay. All growing up he'd done this, and it got old years ago.

"Joe, shut the fuck up with dat shit for Chrissakes," he chastised the man still laying on the bed. "If you were so fuckin' ugly, would I be doin' any of this?" As the words left his lips, before Jay could answer, Shaggy dove for Jay's waist, furiously wrestling with the button and zipper of his jeans. Both men laughed as Jay fought back.

"Don't you fuckin' dare Joey!"

"Try and stop me fucker!"

"Don't push me dog, I'll fuckin' mess you up!"

"Let's see you try, big man!"

Just after his jeans and boxers came off, Jay finally got a hold of Shaggy's bare shoulders and tossed him back onto the bed, straddling him for a second time. Shaggy didn't fight, only kept laughing as Jay got his pants open and grabbed a hold of them and his boxers. Not releasing his grip in the slightest, Jay slid down Shaggy's legs, dragging his clothes with him. He tossed them to the floor and sat back on his knees. The two remained silent and breathless for a moment, taking each other in. Neither having ever seen this much of the other's skin exposed, this moment was almost more intense than the orgasms they'd so far provided each other.

Shaggy's still hard length twitched involuntarily, and Jay let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He swallowed hard and met Shaggy's gaze, emeralds asking sapphires, "What now?" A gentle smile crossed Shaggy's lips. "Joe," he whispered, "Come here."

Placing his hands on Shaggy's ankles, Jay slid forward, touching every inch of calf and thigh on the way up. He lay on his stomach, nestled between the other man's legs. A final shared glance, electric and hungry, passed between them before Jay parted his lips and leaned forward. Propped up on his elbows and gripping the sheets, Shaggy tried his hardest to keep his eyes open, to watch everything Jay did to him. The last time this had happened, it had been dark, and to his embarrassment, rather brief. His only intent had been to get Jay to relax after all that writing, so to get pleasure in return was, although gladly accepted, a complete surprise. He'd been the aggressor, the instigator, and the feeling of letting that go had overwhelmed him. This time, he promised himself, he'd make it last, and enjoy it all the more.

The caress of Jay's lips and tongue, the light, occasional pressure from his teeth, was better than Shaggy had remembered. It was a struggle to watch, his body wanted to collapse under the pleasure. He let his eyes drift closed but stayed on his elbows, breathing heavily through his mouth and trembling. He managed to whisper his friend's name a few times, causing Jay to moan and add ecstatic vibration to the experience.

The first time Shaggy'd been on his knees before him, Jay had been apprehensive, to say the least. By the time they sat facing each other, his mood had eased, his inhibitions forgotten. The next night, everything came easier, even his novice attempt at returning the favor. He didn't consider himself a cock-sucking expert by any means, but even that one past instance was enough to show him what Shaggy liked and needed. Long, slow sucks, rapid flicks of the tongue, playful biting and a firm grip right at the base. As he bobbed his head he felt Shaggy's legs spasm at his sides, and every utterance of his name sent intense shockwaves through his own body. He raised his eyes, seeing the same look of restraint that had started it all that night. He knew this was better than whatever fantasy had crept into Shaggy's mind.

Minutes seemed like hours as Shaggy's cock slid in and out of Jay's lips, the pleasure increasing, intensifying with each pass. Shaggy became unable to support his own weight any longer and dropped fully onto the bed, beginning to thrust at Jay's mouth. His fingers tangled in the dreaded hair as he grasped the back of the head between his thighs. He pushed Jay down further, pressing at his throat. To the delight of them both, Jay didn't gag and accepted the length deep, all the way back. Jay worked his tongue against the underside, cupping and cradling it. Shaggy was forcing him to bob faster, harder, and Jay prepared himself for the inevitable. Guttural moans of ecstasy emanated from above him, getting louder, stronger, more and more full of need and pure carnal lust. Suddenly Shaggy's hands were on both sides of his face, attempting to raise it. "Look at me Joe!" Shaggy cried. Jay obeyed, lifting his eyes for a final time. The very air around them shuddered as Shaggy released, shooting straight down Jay's throat and growling like an animal.

Shaggy's muscles went slack. Sweat glistened over his entire body. His breath came in short, labored bursts. Jay pulled away slowly, flicking his tongue on the tip of the head, causing one final twitch. He crawled slowly over Shaggy, grabbing a forgotten vodka bottle off the side table next to the bed. He took a long drink before offering it to the man who was once again beneath him. After Shaggy had recovered a bit, Jay smiled and leaned down, kissing his forehead. He then let himself relax, pressing their flesh together for the first time. They stayed that way for a while, letting the passions burn between them until they were merely embers, waiting for another catalyst to ignite them.