I was tagged by ledbythreads for this fun writing challenge! A visual writing prompt based on that photo of the unmade bed with fruits and books on it, I thought “this looks european” and remembered another photo of them in Ibiza 1979? And using both photos this was the result haha. Maybe a bit different from the other fics I have posted. Not very long, not very short.
The view from the balcony at the country mansion showed a river mouth leading to the ocean, and the hills and trees of a green land with a few other country houses at sight, the Spanish island of Ibiza.
Singer and guitarist of Led Zeppelin were there for a tour break, as everyone by now was very used to them traveling together to everywhere they liked, and without any other company, one at the very least who they sooner or later found the way to get rid of. They had a good time, jammed with rock and roll pianist Stan Urban, but after this afternoon, the next day would be the last of their trip.
This was one of those times were Jimmy was so comfortable he was wearing casual clothes, shorts and some kind of sneakers, revealing his very slim legs. He was finishing a smoke, his eyes lost on the landscape, but where was Robert? “He must be inside doing… something…?”
“What are you doing? Don’t you want to watch the sunset?” he called out still not looking away from the view, “Rob—“
He turns around just as Robert is entering the wide balcony. He is suddenly wearing the shortest, tightest shorts there could ever exist, no shirt on, he leans on the balcony next to Jimmy, gives a bite to an apple while looking at him, who can’t still say a single word. Unbelievable, he thinks.
“What Jimmy, has the beauty of the landscape left you speechless?”
Jimmy can’t contain a smile as he doesn’t have any way to defend himself from that, but the thoughts come quickly.
“You’re looking so slutty…bitch”
“Hm? What you gonna do about it?”
“Nothing, at this moment…” he giggles, Robert gives him a fond smile and finally looks at the view.
“It was nice here, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah. Too bad we only have tomorrow left” Jimmy commented, then a frown appeared in his face, “Tomorrow. Don’t you think it’s weird? It always comes… Lately… I’ve been thinking about the future, Robert.”
“Why’s that, babe?” Robert seems genuinely curious.
“After all our success, I think the band is getting to that stage many other bands have gotten to, where we have peaked, probably, or not, and we should think how we are gonna manage what comes next. If we have peaked, what we are going to do when the descent comes.” His determined expression then began to soften, “Don’t you worry about something like that?”
“Jimmy. I think, everything keeps changing, but being who we are, if we have talent and our love for music, we will adapt to anything new that comes upon us” Robert actually seems to be more worried about how Jimmy worries, other than anything else. Jimmy bits his lip and looks away, like maybe Robert didn’t understand what he was trying to say.
What is his greatest fear?
“What if the band ends, Robert.” A long pause where they both consider what is at stake, “I could even die…if not at 30 now for real” Jimmy glances down knowingly, at his own wrists rested on the balcony, and Robert lets out a sigh.
“Don’t even start with that, you are doing so much better…” Robert turns to face him, frowning at the memories that hurt appearing in front of his eyes again. He places his hand over Jimmy’s, “What’s with all this negativity now, Jimmy? You’re—“
“I’m sorry…” Jimmy looks at their hands, strokes Robert’s with his thumb, “I don’t know, the other day I just woke up and no matter how much I tried to notice where it came from I just had a feeling…”
Robert looks at how the other man is trying to hide his much bigger concern, the last lights of the sunset now on his face, an eccentric beauty of which he had always been the private spectator.
“What can we do if we can never know the future, Jim? But a positive mindset surely gets the better out of any challenge, doesn’t it? Like, look at how after Karac we fell apart and now we have managed to get closer again… it doesn’t always end badly. Either way, whatever changes this band goes through, it doesn’t change my feelings for you.” Robert finished the sentence looking towards the horizon.
He couldn’t see Jimmy’s face, one similar to the face he made when Robert entered the balcony, but now blushing, he is filled with many emotions at once and feels completely absolutely ridiculous… at how he just wants to throw himself into his arms.
“All we have to do is enjoy the time we have, right?” Robert turns to smile at him.
“I mean…absolutely” Jimmy swallows, his thoughts haven’t changed focus, so he places a hand on Robert’s side and gives one of his signature malicious looks, “don’t you want to…enjoy inside?”
Robert bits his lip like he is trying not to smile, and in a sudden outburst of sillyness Jimmy wasn’t at all expecting, picks him up to carry the shocked man in a bridal style into the bedroom.
“God!—STOP! SOMEONE’S GONNA SEE US!”
“Only if you keep screaming like that, darling” Robert giggles, and after 2 seconds he has thrown Jimmy onto the unmade bed, which is also full of things. Random fruits they bought at the market, and the books Jimmy had been reading earlier in the day. Robert pauses to look at them, not very convinced.
“No wonder you get bad feelings if you keep reading those ridiculous things...” The three books on the bed were about occultism, and spiritism. He feels something poke at him and turns to look at Jimmy who has indeed thrown a grape at him.
“Oh I can’t believe a second ago I wanted to throw myself at you and just--! Just…” Jimmy is covering his face with his hands.
“Just what, babe?” Jimmy uncovers his eyes a bit to see Robert untying his sneakers for him, ok I find that strangely arousing, and sees a smug smile starting to form on his face, “You still want to.”
Jimmy notices how his breathing starts to become heavier, he really enjoys when Robert presents the truths like that.
“Fine. So…why don’t you stop talking and do something else with your mouth.”
“The bed’s still full of things, sweetheart,” Robert replies, now completely willing to get in the right mood.
Without saying a word Jimmy quickly sits up, gathers his books and tosses them in the bedside table. Not breaking eye contact, Robert picks up the fruits that were left on the bed and puts them aside, making sure to feel the other man’s body in the process. Jimmy gets a nice view of the younger man’s abdomen, and…
“You lose your class when you are turned on, Jimmy.” Robert narrows his eyes at him, “Can’t keep it even if we’re in this lovely room in this lovely continent”
“As you wish.” Robert finally curls his fingers on his waist, pulls his shorts down, and takes him in his mouth.
Jimmy throws his head back immediately at the feeling, a choked sound gets trapped inside his throat. Robert takes pleasure in seeing the guitarist’s hands starting to clutch the sheets, and decides to slide his own hand under the other man’s shirt which is still on.
Jimmy moves his hand to hold Robert’s head in place, but soon he moves up to kiss Jimmy, tangling a hand on his hair, who finally takes the opportunity and grabs the other man’s ass just the way he likes to. Now they kiss like they could spend hours doing it, holding their arousal longer than they have in the past, maybe the first signals of what would become a more and more common habit. As they get older there isn’t always the need to get right to it, but the need always to enjoy it. They hold each other through the sensuality of the moment, until the time comes to at last take their remaining clothes off slowly, as if love whether it is a raging flame or a peaceful candlelight, it is still a burning fire.
