Summary (771 words): A frustrated Jerry Lewis sits down at his typewriter to type the truth of how he met the most important man in his life.
AO3 Link
Some Things to Look Forward to: Implication Oral Sex: Penis
Notes: My plan and my HOPE is to work on the chapters to this fic and on December 28, 2021 post everything I’ve written.
Ratings for fanfiction
Safe for work (general audiences)
Description: Nothing that generally needs content warnings (besides smoking or alcohol) or trigger warnings. Suitable for all audiences with the added bonus of homosexuality and gender non conformity.
Almost safe for work (Teen)
Description: may contain content warnings, trigger warnings, and talk of sex without description
Not Safe for Work (Mature)
Description: May contain content of a violent or sexual nature that isn’t described explicitly.
Not Safe for Work (Explicit)
Description: May contain content of a violent and/or sexual nature with explicit description. It is strongly advised the reader is mature and knows what they can handle.
I’ve told a lot of stories over the years. If anyone kept track I bet they’re pretty damn confused. I confuse myself sometimes. It started out the lies were necessary then the lies became a part of life. Well, that ends now. Every word I type on this paper is the truth.
The first time I saw Paul it wasn’t on a street corner or coming out of an elevator. Those events did happen but not in that order. The year was 1942 in Midtown Manhattan at a small diner I would eat lunch in.
I was just about to enjoy the world's best egg salad when the entire contents of the sandwich landed on my tie and shirt. It felt like the perfect metaphor of my life at that point. With my career in the shape it was at the time that sandwich was the only thing I had to look forward to.
A stranger's snicker turned my self pity into rage. I turned to the sound and the rage left as quickly as it came. Sitting there was the most gorgeous PERSON I had ever seen in my life. It just so happened that person was a man with tremendous sex appeal.
I have enough words to describe his appearance and the things it did to me to fill a book. I’ll sum it up as the man took all my clever words from me and left me staring and possibly drooling.
“Lick it,” were the first words Dean Martin ever spoke to me.
I didn’t even take a moments breath worth of hesitation before lifting my tie and lapping at it with my tongue. The egg salad dripped down my chin.
“Anything else you want licked?”
Paul laughed. This handsome man thought I was FUNNY. I loved him.
A man handed me a stack full of napkins and I started wiping off my face.
“At least I’ll have the taste of egg salad to hold me over till dinner.”
“Was it good,” asked Paul.
“It’s the best!” I pointed to my shirt and said, “want some?”
Paul smiled. It was almost as beautiful as his laugh. You could see the little wrinkles on the sides of his eyes that became more prominent with each year of the California sun. He looked real cute. You know how in High-School they teach ya’ about that Shakespeare fella? And this schmuck named Romeo is spillin’ his heart out about Juliet being the sun. That’s what it felt like. Paul was my sun. The light after an entire life’s worth of darkness.
“Tell ya’ what if I buy you a new one can we split it?”
“You bet.”
I don’t know where he got the money from. Paul was always in hawk up to his neck. I once saw him ask his mother for a quarter. He took the seat next to me and seeing him up close threatened to make me a drooling mess again.
“You got a name, Kid?”
“Joe. My stage name is Jerry Lewis but you can call me Joe.” I wanted to say, “you can call me yours.”
“Stage name? You in show business?”
“Yeah,” I replied, dipping the napkin in a glass of water and scrubbing out the stain from my shirt. “I’m a comedian.”
“I’m a singer. They call me the dark and handsome voice,” he said with a kind of self deprecating humor. “You can call me Dean.” He presented his large hand for me to shake.
It should be said that Paul was never this chatty with anyone else. I wasn’t acting like myself either. If I wasn’t showing off then I was a pretty shy kid. I would have never had the nerve to talk to someone like him. I would be too busy thinking why in God’s name would they even look at a person like me? I took Dean’s hand and he made me feel like a child. His grip was firm and again, he never shook anyone else’s hand like that. When our skin made contact I swear I felt electricity. It was a spark that made us want to keep talking and not let the other walk away. We always had an x factor, an undefinable force keeping us together. I like to think it was the hand of God guiding us to be something better than ourselves, a pairing that could change the world. At that moment I didn’t know we would be professional partners but I felt in the very core of my being we were destined for greatness.
All images found via Google Images; collage made by me.
Suggested Listening: In My Head - Anna Nalick
Confetti fell all around you, and the lyrics to ‘Trees’ belted from your mouth like never before. It seemed you had been waiting for this moment for months, and, though you knew this meant the end of the Twenty One Pilots concert, you were ecstatic that it was finally here.
Your best friend next to you, knowing you had been waiting for this moment for so long, had their phone out to take pictures and video so that you could enjoy the moment in its entirety.
The confetti slowed and the song ended. You were right next to him as he pounded out beats on the drum, and now that the song was over, he was still standing just inches away from you. You cheered and reached up towards him, all caught up in the excitement of the moment.
And that’s when it happened. He looked down and your eyes met. You weren’t sure if the music faded out, or if you were just so wrapped up in the fact that he was looking into your eyes that you couldn’t hear a thing.
Before you could process what was happening next, someone’s hand closed around yours. You had to tear your eyes away from his, if only for a moment, to see that he was holding tight to your hand. You immediately looked back at him, and he was still looking at you.
Eventually, he had to pull away, take his bow with his bandmate. You held your hand over your heart, still trying to process that it had happened.
He had held your hand.
As the lights came back on in the arena, and you slowly turned to your friend. “Please. Puh-lease tell me you got that on video or a picture, something.”
“Video,” she grinned, “I got the whole thing on video.”
“You’re the best,” you sighed, hooking arms with her as you walked out of the arena.
You knew that tonight you would lay in your hotel bed, watching that video over and over again, listening to their music until you were too tired to keep your eyes open anymore.
Maybe that moment was just a moment. In all likelihood, he wouldn’t even remember you by now. But to you, that moment was … it was everything.
hello everyone! while my good friend @lorelaigilmores is already an established icon and gif queen, she has recently decided to expand her domain by returning to fic writing!!! she recently wrote a fic for the book Fangirl:
summary:
Despite both of their anxieties over the future, Cath and Levi spend one last night together before Levi's graduation. (Inspired by Cath and Levi's cameo in Landline)
Summary: (2,392 words) Half past midnight when they finally got back to the hotel after their show Jerry turned 27. A lot of people didn’t think he would make it to this birthday ha-ha-ha to them. Usually, Dean and Jerry would celebrate in bed, especially when the occasion fell on tour dates. What better gift? Of course, Dean couldn’t provide everything thing on Jerry’s wishlist or could he?
Some Things to Look Forward To: Kissing, Neck kissing, Implication Oral Sex: Penis, Implication Mouth Fucking, Mimic: Oral Sex:(finger), Stomach kissing, Thigh kissing, Oral Sex: Penis, Manual Sex: Penis, Pre-Come, Orgasm, Swallow, Erection, Implication Sex,
Jerry closed the door behind him. “It’s past midnight, Paul.” He turned to his partner standing in the living room. “Is there something you want to say to me,” Jerry said with the slightest hilt in his voice.
Dean raised an eyebrow. “Should there be?”
Jerry felt the air get knocked out of him. He forgot. Paul never forgets.
A smile broke on Dean’s face. He closed the gap of distance between them instantly and embraced him in a warm kiss.
Though there had been thousands of kisses a kiss like that still swept Jerry off his feet.
“Happy birthday Jer-sy.”
“Your bed or mine?”
Dean thought for a second. “Why don’t we try mine this time.”
They moved to Dean’s part of their hotel suite. It surprised him that Dean offered his bed. He always preferred to mess up Jerry’s bed. Did that mean Dean thought this birthday should be special?
The Kid didn’t waste any time kicking off his shoes and removing socks and tie in time with Dean. Their lips met while they slipped out of their jackets and expertly undid buttons one by one.
Jerry worked on the last of the shirt buttons while Dean kissed his delicate neck. Dean’s mouth moved down to Jerry’s shoulder acting in a more aggressive manner than he could recall. His pulse picked up. He almost ripped the shirt but calmed his desire long enough to let it fall to the floor.
Jerry attached his mouth to Dean’s as his hands went for Dean’s belt. He loved the sound of the metal clanging together as he unfastened the buckle. You could hear their breathing as the zipper came down nice and easy. He broke the kiss and dropped to his knees to Dean’s surprise. Jerry pulled down the pants till they pooled around Dean’s ankles. His hands went up his partner’s thighs and gave them gentle kisses. He rose to his feet and pushed Dean down on the mattress with his legs dangling in the air. Jerry pulled the pants off and positioned himself between Dean’s naked thighs. His hand gripped the front of his pants before working on his own belt. He ran the belt through his hands and smiled at Dean-his evil smile. The thought went as quickly as it came and he tossed the belt to the side. His hand teased himself as he unzipped and freed himself of the fabric hindrance. Dean licked his lips and Jerry steadied his hands on either side of his hips while leaning over him.
“What do ya’ wanna do?”
“It’s your birthday what do you want to do?”
Jerry couldn’t hold back his giggle as he looked at Dean’s wet lips and inviting mouth. “You don’t want to know, Bubby.”
Dean could fuck Jerry’s mouth in front of all his Steubenville buddies and they wouldn’t say a word. That’s what they expected of Jerry-the homosexual-the fairy. But for Dean to do the same wasn’t done. A guy could never come back from that. At least, that’s what Dean believed in.
Jerry bit his lip. “You know there isn’t ANYTHING I would object to. Anything you want, name it.”
“I don’t doubt that.”
Jerry eyed Dean’s boxers. “You want me to nibble on your Italian sausage while you think it over?”
Dean bit his lip. A second past. “Actually, Jer,” he said pushing down a lump in his throat. “I’m more in the mood for something Kosher.”
Was Dean now eying Jerry’s boxers? Did he? Did Dean say what Jerry thought he said?
“Something Kosher? Bubby, don’t tease me like this. Not on my birthday. It isn’t nice.”
“Who’s teasing,” Dean replied.
It was Jerry’s turn to swallow the lump in his throat. “You-You said you would go back to being a single…”
“I meant it and I will if anybody ever finds out.”
“I can keep a secret. I’ve done a pretty good job of keeping a few from you.”
“That’s what I’m counting on. Look, Jer, I want this and I’m pretty sure you want it too.”
Jerry was lost for words which NEVER happens. He stood and hooked his thumbs into the waistline of his boxers while making direct eye contact with Dean. The garment fell to the floor, kicked aside and forgotten. “Is this what you want?”
“Oh yeah.” Dean wiped his mouth and got into a sitting position reaching for Jerry.
Jerry put out a hand to stop him. “Ah-Ah back! Let me get comfortable first.” He took a spot on the bed, reclining against the headboard. Dean joined his side. They looked at each other. “This is usually the part where I wake up.”
“In my dream, the whole thing plays out.” Dean took a deep breath and started to bend down.
“Wait.”
“What is it?”
“I didn’t realize you were so eager.”
“I don’t want to lose my nerve,” replied Dean.
“It’s okay if you do,” Jerry said softly. “This isn’t something you can dive into headfirst.”
“You want I should read you poetry a while? What is this?”
“Take it from someone who knows. The first time needs to be slow. You have to taste your meal, not gulp it down. Where would we be if something happened to your throat!”
“Alright-Alright. So I put it in my mouth and uh… let it…slide down…”
“I think we should practice.”
“What do you think I was tryna do,” Dean said gesturing with his hands.
Jerry put his fingertip to Dean’s bottom lip. Slowly, he moved it back and forth the entire length.
Dean opened his mouth slightly. “I’ve sucked your finger before, Jer.”
“Did you think about sucking something else while you were doing it?” Jerry said still moving his finger.
Dean nodded and tried to take Jerry’s finger in his mouth.
“Ah-Ah do as I say.”
Dean’s mouth was still but his eyes had something new in them.
“Let it stay in your mouth.” Watching Dean’s heavy breathing turned Jerry on. They should have practiced a long time ago. “Slowly, take in more.” Jerry put an emphasis on slowly.
Half an inch by half an inch Dean’s mouth moved closer, stopping at the base of Jerry’s slender finger awaiting more instruction.
Jerry licked his lips while taking in the sight. “Show me what you would do.”
Dean gripped Jerry’s hand as his mouth closed around his finger. Moving down to the knuckle then up, stopping right before his fingernail and going back again. Back and forth he moved between the two.
“Good boy,” Jerry encouraged. The hypnotic motion of him sucking his entire finger made Jerry almost forget his role as teacher. “Down boy!”
Dean groaned in a way that made little Jerry twitch.
“You don’t want to choke. The real thing is gonna be MUCH bigger,” Jerry said then grinned.
The lesson continued until Dean had a good pace and Jerry could still hold back the urge to touch himself.
“Can I have a kiss?”
Dean didn’t wait to say yes before pressing his lips against Jerry’s. The teasing of his tongue denoting he wanted more.
“It’s important to me that you enjoy this, Paul. If you don’t like anything, stop. I’m so happy right now, Paulie, you can’t disappoint me. No pressure, okay?
“Okay. Can we start now?”
“There are a couple more important things.”
Dean sighed and ran his hand over his face.
“Teeth,” Jerry began before Dean interrupted.
“Hold it. Are you gonna tell me you want me to bite your cock,” Dean said with an eyebrow raise.
“No, that’s a little too advanced for you, Bubby. I meant for first-timers it’s hard to tuck back your teeth-that is if you don’t have lips like mine. If they scrape a little I can handle it.”
“Alright. What’s the other thing?”
“This is VERY important. Don’t spit on it.”
“You mean on your…”
“Yeah. It grosses me out when people do that. Like I get your cock plenty slick without hawking a loogie on it. It’s better to use your lips and tongue and it feels so much fucking better.”
“Good to know. Uh…” Dean scratched the back of his head. “Since we’re talking. I…um… when you’re about to you know and…don’t push my head away. I want-I want…”
“You want to taste me?” Jerry tried his best to keep his words steady and tone conversational.
Dean nodded. “I’m sick and tired of hearing women go on and on about how good you taste and know I’m missing something.”
“Okay.” Jerry’s mind was going a mile a minute trying to process what Dean said. “You-You want I should get the uh wastebasket from the uh bathroom? Keep it next to the bed so you don’t have to make the schlep? Maybe a cup would be easier. I’ll see what we have.” Jerry was about to leave the bed when Dean’s hand wrapped around his arm stopping him.
“No! Wait, Please, Jer, don’t leave. I don’t think I can go through with it if you do.”
“I won’t leave.” Jerry never thought he would hear Dean beg HIM to stay. “…I don’t know how you feel about this, Paul, but if you’re okay with it… you could spit it on my stomach or wherever. I don’t mind that kind of spit.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, Pally,” Dean kissed Jerry’s throat and moved down to his chest and navel where he used a hint of tongue. His thighs were where his mouth landed and spent a good amount of time.
Jerry rested against the headboard, trying his best to keep his breathing steady. He told himself over and over it was like any other birthday, nothing to freak out about. His hands gripped the sheets until Dean’s mouth stopped exploring his lower half and took in the head of his cock. Jerry with care stroked Dean’s curls.
Dean’s mouth left Jerry, replaced by his hand working him from base to tip. The saliva made his hand slide with ease. Dean’s large thumb spread pre-come from Jerry’s tip over the head.
Jerry moaned loudly, his hips thrusting, allowing him to slip in and out of Dean’s fingers.
“Easy, Boy! I’ve hardly done anything yet.”
“Sorry. Your hand works me better than anyone else.”
Dean’s mouth went back to work. His tongue teased in ways Jerry didn’t think was possible from a boy from Steubenville.
Everything was a blur. Jerry moaned without restraint. He caressed Dean, talking to him softer and with more love than even he would with his wife. His cock moved, ached from Dean’s attention. His favorite part came. Where the tension builds and builds. He rubbed his face, pulled his own hair, feeling himself getting closer and closer.
“Get ready, Daddy…”
Dean withdrew a few inches and kept the same pace.
Jerry’s orgasm shot through him and he lost sight of Dean. When he could think clearly again he searched for Dean but couldn't find signs of any distress. He appeared relaxed, more so than even his persona showed.
“Tastes like a milkshake mixed with cotton candy and sex.” Dean’s tongue licked his lips as if searching for more of the taste.
Jerry noticed Dean didn’t have any difficulty talking and he didn’t remember him spitting either. He allowed only a ten-second pause then said casually, “come up here, Daddy.”
Dean crawled up the bed to be close to Jerry’s side. He rested his head on Jerry’s shoulder. “I feel fucking incredible.”
The tent in his shorts suggested as much. Jerry stroked his skin. “Can I kiss you?”
“Have I ever stopped you before?”
Jerry brought his mouth to Dean’s in a gentle kiss. He took his time before slipping in his tongue and touching his erection through his boxers with just his fingertips. Dean moaned in his mouth, giving him the confidence to slip his hand inside. Their tongues touched like they would in a normal kiss they shared in bed. Jerry let Dean suck his tongue and dominate the kiss. Usually, they would switch roles back and forth. He would have loved for Dean to be in his mouth but he knew with Dean’s masculinity being in such a fragile state he had to submit to him more than that. Nothing says you’re a man more than being on top. Jerry knew how to be soft. He could turn himself into someone Dean wouldn’t get anxiety from touching.
It still stung to think about the last time he tested that fragility. Jerry was younger, not experienced in the world of men that had rules to follow. He thought he was within the confines of what men do but he was wrong. Jerry knew he should have asked first. His Twenty-year-old hormones made him act like an idiot and not the kind his career was based on playing. He completely understood Dean distancing himself physically. The wall is what killed him.
For everyone else, Dean had a wall around him that hid his inner self, his true self. Jerry thought Dean made a special door for him and hid a key that only he could find. He was different and Dean didn’t want to shut him out like the others. In those scary weeks, Jerry was like anyone else.
Shaking the dark memories from his mind Jerry broke the kiss. He pulled the boxers down slowly wanting to distract himself. Focusing all his thoughts on Dean sliding in his hand as more and more became revealed. Concentrating on the friction they would create as Dean moved against him. Willing himself to feel Dean, all of him. More than sex. More than touch. Every sense Jerry had, taken over.
“Jerry, stop!”
Jerry pulled back his hands as if they had touched fire. His heart raced. I take it back! I can take it all back. Please, don’t do this to me again.
“I wanted to know if you had a happy birthday. Was it…” Dean looked down at Jerry’s naked body and back up. “Was it good?”
Jerry’s entire body relaxed. ”Oh, Paulie, my sweet Bubby, my partner… words can’t describe how good.” The back of his hand stroked Dean’s cheek. “Every birthday I spend with you is my happiest.”
Almost safe for work (this fic contains sexual content in dialogue and a fade to black honeymoon)
Summary: (1,726 words in progress) An alternate universe where Dean and Jerry get married in the late 40′s.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAYLA!!!!!
My very good friend Kayla inspired this fic from a dream she had so I dedicate this to her on her birthday :)
I swallowed the lump in my throat and set my suitcase down while taking a drag from my cigarette. Betty was watching television with a drink in her hand. “I’m leaving.”
“Where to,” Betty asked without looking at me.
“Jerry’s.”
“What for?” Betty’s eyes glanced over in my direction and grew wide when she noticed the suitcase.
“Things haven’t been working out here.” I blew out a puff of smoke.
“I can make sure dinners on the table every night. I know I’ve let things go a little bit but that’s just because of the baby.”
“It’s nothing you did, Betty. Our marriage hasn’t been right for a while.”
Betty took a drink. “I let you fuck anything in a skirt no questions asked and don’t so much as ask you for a phone call when you’re on the road. Sounds like a pretty good fucking marriage to me. When do I get to pack a suitcase? What’s it gonna be Dean? You gonna play bachelor with Jerry and bag broads two at a time while you leave me here to deal with everything that’s hard.”
“I’m not playing anything with Jerry.” I took a deep breath. “Staying here is taking the easy way out. I’m not staying at Jerry’s... I’m leaving you... for him.”
The realization hit Betty’s eyes and she moved from the couch to standing directly in front of me. “I can’t believe I expected more from you. Bastard!” Her hands hit my shoulder and head like all the other times I fucked up. “You’re disgusting.” It felt different this time because it wasn’t about me being with a broad. I half expected her to say what my mother said. Each little slap might have well been a punch to my gut.
“You’re running off with our babysitter, the former cheerleader. Does he wear the uniform for ya too?”
I had never thought about it like that before. Jerry was a cheerleader in high school but that was before I met him.
“He still wears the Irvington sweater sometimes…”
Betty hit me good on the arm again.
“That’s why you called me disgusting? It’s not because of...you know?”
“I said anything in a skirt, didn’t I? I’ve always known he wanted to shake his pom-poms for ya’ I just thought he had more respect for himself. Whether boy or girl if they’re with you they’re getting fucked. You can expect a divorce from me the day you knock him up.”
“Please, Betty. I’m trying to do the right thing here.”
“The right thing is abandoning your children so you can go fuck a twenty-two year old? Yeah, I guess that would be the right thing to you.”
“We’re not just fuckin’ around. Jerry’s different. It’s-it’s…” My chest collapsed as I tried to say the words. It was all too familiar. My throat closed up and my tongue felt swollen and too big for my mouth. During the tense, awkward moments with Jerry when he asked about how I felt I could control my shaking hand but not this time.
“Well spit it out.”
“I love him!” I didn’t hear my mother’s voice. My lungs didn’t feel like I was drowning. I could finally breathe. Like the day I realized that was how I felt. The feeling was too strong. I couldn’t cover it up or brush it aside like any other emotion. The more I ran from it, the more it felt like the walls were closing in. When I said the words and faced my true biggest fear I finally knew what freedom was.
Betty’s face had changed. She no longer looked like she was ready for a verbal fight. “I need another drink.” Her voice sounded defeated. I watched her grab the bottle and fill her glass to the brim. She set it down and locked eyes with mine. “Get out!”
I didn’t think Betty ever wanted to see me again after that. Her relationship with Jerry smoothed things over. She always liked Jerry and probably secretly wished I was more like him. I didn’t have to knock up Jerry for her to sign the divorce papers.
We talked later.
“I think I always knew about you.”
“Really?” I tried to hide my anxiety. My whole life I tried not to stand out. I tried to be like ordinary men that didn’t have a secret. The thought of somebody seeing through my carefully crafted act terrified me.
“When we had sex I felt you inside me but you weren’t there.”
“Oh... I must have had other things on my mind,” I took a nervous sip from my drink.
“Could it be any woman who looked good on your arm and give you children? Was I just the first to come along that filled that criteria?”
I spoke quietly, “it was about more than that.”
“Was it? Half of our marriage you were gone. We lived in separate states. We lived separate lives. You kept me hidden away and only brought me out when you needed me when it was convenient.”
I swallowed and wiped my mouth trying to form thoughts that made sense. “I...don’t have any answers, Betty. It happened how it happened and we got four kids out of it. You don’t regret that right? Look, I liked you. I still do.”
Betty smiled weakly and looked away. “A Catholic woman doesn’t take divorce lightly.”
“I’m so grateful to you for doing this, honestly. Me and Jerry could never thank you enough.”
“I did it because I know you love him. You walk in the room and you know Jerry loves you. I could practically feel it in the air. Please, don’t hurt him.”
“I could never. You should see me when he has a stomachache. I fall to pieces when that boys in pain.”
“It’s easy to say that before even the honeymoon. I remember all the things you said to me. All the fairytales told with that movie star smile. He believes in the magic of Dean Martin. Loving you is killing me but that boy—if you do to him what you did to me it will destroy him. There won’t be anything left.” Betty took more than a sip from her drink. “If you do one thing in your life, Dino Crocetti, let it be that you don’t punish another person for loving you.”
I was a nervous wreck at the wedding but no one saw it. Cary Grant and Randolph Scott were the only celebrity couple to do this and neither were Italian! Italians didn’t do this. I had no example to look to. Betty showed and brought the kids too. I was grateful because my family wasn’t there. Plain and simple my mother declared I wasn’t her son anymore. Jerry’s parents weren’t there either. They claimed they had a gig they couldn’t get out of. I don’t think they were upset Jerry was marrying a man, more like he wasn’t marrying a Jewish man. I looked over at Jerry and he was trying his best to wear a mask but I always knew. It’s likely he wasn’t surprised at all. His parents missed every major event in his life besides his birth. He was better off not having them here to subtly tear him down and I was better off not having my mother here calling me the bride. We both waited behind the doors. It was my idea. I didn’t want to wait. I wanted him by my side. We clasped hands as the music started to play. This is what I wanted us holding hands, not for a bit or a musical number and all eyes on us. I wanted to do this so bad in the beginning and after this, I could do it anytime I wanted. When we got to our places I couldn’t hear anything. I was too focused on the kiss. As a little boy, I didn’t dream of kissing the groom. Maybe Jerry did. It wouldn’t surprise me if he saw all of this happening. He always made us seem so easy. Frank handed me the rings. We hadn’t known each other very long but I knew him well enough to know he would have thrown the fit of the century if I didn’t ask him. Tony was Jerry’s best man and I tried my best to ignore him. I couldn’t believe how delicate Jerry’s ring finger was. It’s amazing I could even get mine on my fat finger. It was time for the kiss. My heart thudded in my chest. I looked at Jerry’s lips, leaned forward and shut my eyes. When I opened them our new life began.
I marveled at the gold band and softly kissed Jerry’s ring finger. He looked at me through his lashes and he resembled the boy I knew him as when he was just sixteen. Back when we were only friends and I didn’t understand my need to be with him every minute of the day and why it felt so good for him to call me Paul—my middle name—one no one used except for him. I ran my thumb across his bottom lip. I was fascinated by those lips. I had kissed them a thousand times over the years we knew each other but only hours ago when he became my husband it felt like the first time. Not the very first time when he kissed me as he kissed all his other friends. But like when he looked at me differently and I felt how soft his lips were against mine and knew I wanted more. Jerry’s mouth opened wide reminding me he wasn’t that sixteen-year-old boy anymore. “Close your mouth,” I whispered and gave him an innocent kiss. His neck was what I was after. I didn’t have to be careful anymore. I could taste his skin and make him call out ‘Paul’ over and over and if someone overheard who cares? I could bite and leave marks that everyone would see. That’s when it hit me. We were in bed and soon nothing would be between us like we had done one hundred times before but the reason it felt so damn new was that he was finally mine and no one could ever tell me I couldn’t do more than kiss those lips.
Not Safe for Work (This fic has explicit sexual content including nudity, explicit description of sex acts and anatomy)
Summary: (1000+ words in progress) Dean and Jerry never consider three to be a crowd. It’s Jerry’s turn to pick the lovely lady and this time he may have outdone himself.
Some Things to Look Forward To: Neck Kissing, Nipple Sucking, Implication Heterosexual intercourse, Implication Manual Sex: Penis, Implication Intercurial Sex, Manual Sex: Vagina, Implication come, Implication Climax, Oral Sex: Vagina, Mouth Fucking
I wrote this for my very good friend Kayley’s birthday and I hope she likes it!
(THIS STORY WILL BE GETTING SEVERAL UPDATES AS I WRITE THEM)
Jerry found the girl this time. Dean knew Violet wasn't going to be typical. Jerry always liked his women to be a bit more… open-minded. They met in her room because of its neutral location. It only took one drink for them to go to the bedroom and start taking all their clothes off. Dean was an expert at not letting his eyes linger on Jerry. He had the boy's curves memorized and would be touching them soon enough.
Violet lay between them. Jerry was to her right kissing her exposed skin. His hand traveled across her stomach and down to her hip.
Dean stayed at her neck until he saw Jerry's mouth move down to her breast. His mouth followed Jerry's and they both licked and sucked the nipple on their side.
Violet arched her back. A moan escaped from her lips.
Dean saw Jerry's hand move from her hip to her inner thigh. He slowly caressed her but didn't cross the line. Dean wished Jerry would cross the line. He loved watching him fuck women. The thought of the bed moving and Jerry's cock pumping deep inside of her made him slightly aroused. His tongue swirled around the peak and he moaned as he closed his mouth over it. Beautiful thoughts of being behind Jerry entertained his mind. He would caress his perfect ass as he slid between his heavenly thighs that made his cock feel at home.
Jerry kissed her chest and his fingers moved from her thigh to crossing that line and petting her.
Violet arched her back at his touch and let out soft moans.
"Paul, rub her breast while I check the oil."
Dean moved his hand to her right side and gently thumbed her nipple while he kissed her left breast.
Jerry inserted his index finger then sucked on it like a lollipop. He liked his women so wet they dripped down their thighs.
Dean could see he was rubbing her. He moved to the woman's neck so she would get the full effect. Dean never understood why Jerry liked doing that. He had fingered plenty of women, what guy hadn't? But when you rub on them like that some of them damn near gush and it gets EVERYWHERE. You have to avoid the wet spot on the sheets and what the fuck were you supposed to do about it all over your hand? Of course, when he did it to Jerry it got all over his hand too but that was different. Jerry did that because he wanted the clit swollen and hard so it was more fun to suck on. Sometimes, he said, it acted just like a cock and come would shoot out from somewhere…That made Dean even less interested.
The girl's moans got louder. "Oh, yeah…right there…" She reminded him of when Jerry gets close.
Dean kissed up to her jaw then her lips. Their mouths opened and she moaned. Dean wasn't sure if Jerry was gonna' do this until she came or if he had other plans. He always liked to take advantage of the fact women could come again and again and again…Still, it was nice enough to kiss her and maybe Jerry liked watching it.
"Don't come yet, sweetheart."
Dean broke the kiss to watch Jerry kiss down her thigh. There he goes. Always face first just like the bit where he pretends Dean's face is a pussy and he even dips his nose in and out. Only Jerry could think of a joke like that. It confused the fuck out of Dean why the Kid liked it so much. He knew a couple of guys that out of desperation for head or some back door action would swallow their pride and give their girl a couple of licks. Jerry, though, would be happy even if the girl didn't do anything in return. Dean never tried it. Women were happy enough to be fucked by him and why screw up something that worked so well?
Violet was occupied enough that Dean could slowly move down her body to where Jerry was. He gave another look to make sure she wasn't in eyesight of what he was doing. He petted Jerry's head. The boy liked to be touched during moments like this. Had he known the girl a little better he would reach under and stroke him or give his balls a nice tug. But touching his hair would have to be enough.
Long ago, Dean figured Jerry's fixation for tasting women was just another one of his many quirks. Now, as he stared down at Jerry's black hair, a sight similar to when he went down on him, he wondered if Jerry was just more of a giving kinda guy. He sure did seem happy when he had Dean's cock in his mouth. His mouth and tongue could do things not even prostitutes did. And he always wanted to know what Dean liked. Did he like it when he touched him here? Should he lick him there? When that boy gave head it was like nothin' else.
Dean's hand moved down to his back. "Atta, Boy." He may never fully understand just what Jerry found so appealing about being headfirst between a woman's thighs but it made his partner happy and that was enough.
Jerry wiped his face, savoring the taste in his mouth. It still felt like Dean was touching him. Strong hands going down his back to his ass with a soft caress and grip. He begged in his mind for Dean to jerk him off when he felt his hands between his thighs. Jerry would have came hard after a few strokes. Violet was damn good. It surprised him that he didn't shoot all over his stomach when she started thrusting her hips and making his tongue fuck her. Nothing made him hornier than a woman who knew how to get hers. And Dean made it even better by holding his head and moving it in the perfect rhythm. They made such a great team even when they weren't on the clock.
Violet was the kind of gal that would ride your face without apology. Women were so easily embarrassed these days it was difficult to find one that would give him that glorious pleasure. Was it impolite to ask for seconds?
"Violet, honey, my partner could use your assistance. It's only fair."
Jerry looked down. He was throbbing and pre come dripped down from his tip.
"You don't have to convince me, Dean. I've been wanting that since the bath tub sketch on The Comedy Hour." She lifted herself up and smiled at Jerry. "You've got a nice cock."
"Thank you. I think he likes you," replied Jerry.
Violet laughed softly. "You're adorable in the most sexy way," she said grabbing his arm. "Let's switch."
"Wait," Jerry said holding her chin in his hand. He brought his mouth to hers and made sure she knew exactly what she tasted like.
Violet bit her lip when they parted. She straddled Jerry when he made himself comfortable in her previous place. "Do you want me to play with your balls before I get started?"
"And during! I'd appreciate it."
"I think I could handle that. Oh, wait! What is Dean going to do?"
"I'll just watch," replied Dean.
"I wouldn't want you to feel left out."
Jerry smiled. He did pick a good one.
"That's okay. I like watchin'."
"You sure? I could stroke you while I'm playing with Jerry. I can't do it while I'm sucking him because it gets pretty sloppy. It's like patting your head and rubbing your stomach at the same time."
"I'm fine," Dean assured her.
"Okay. You gonna take care of yourself, then?"
"Yeah."
"Just don't come on my back. It's distracting. Jerry did me so good I want to give him my full attention."
"You got it."
Violet started rubbing Jerry's thighs. "Is there anything you want me to do while you're watching?"
"Just swallow him good."
Violet turned her attention back to Jerry. "You ready?"
Jerry nodded. He felt Violet gently cup his balls and it relaxed him instantly. Her hand felt so good against him.
I like touching men like this. Is it funny to hear a woman say that?"
"Not at all. What we like in the bedroom is individual to us…oh…that's what makes sex beautiful. I'm guessing you like to give pleasure."
Violet giggled. "Just a little."
"You're definitely good at it." She was massaging him now with exact right pressure. He usually had to teach people to touch him like this. "Violet, what Dean said, do you swallow?"
"Yeah. I can take you all the way in too. I'm guessing you want that," Violet smiled. "You don't have to worry about me. I have experience in this area."
He sure did pick a good one! Pressure was building in his cock and it cried out for to be touched, sucked, anything! Luckily, for him Violet noticed.
"I think we better get to the main event."
Jerry lay back and closed his eyes as Violet's tongue coated the surface of his throbbing cock. She went from base to tip, running her mouth up and down the sides of the shaft. Her lips sweetly kissed the tip and expertly tongued his slit all while touching him the places that people tended to neglect. This was the reason why you should only do this with people who enjoy it. Better yet find someone who loves it. With the pre come mixing with her saliva he hadn't been this wet-so to speak-in years. Her moans were music to his ears and he let all the sensations take over him.
Time passed, Jerry wasn't sure how much when he felt a hand caressing his face. He opened his eyes and saw Dean lying beside him. He kissed his forehead, his nose, then his lips. Jerry loved this part. Their kissing was almost chaste until Jerry brushed his finger along Dean's bottom lip urging them to open. When he tasted Dean's tongue he could also feel Violet moving in the just right pace halfway down his cock. He moaned in Dean's mouth and things got heated. Dean was at his neck, his throat, chest. He thought he would lose his mind when Dean stuck the tip of his tongue in his ear. Jerry cried out like they were riding him both. What will the neighbors think? He did not give a fuck. Jerry whimpered because he needed more from Dean. His hand moved down Dean's stomach, giving him the clue.
Dean got it right away. He kneeled next to Jerry's head and Jerry situated himself so he was eye level with his erection. Mine, Jerry thought as he fisted the cock. Usually he could write entire poems about Dean's body but all the blood had gone from his head. He watched his hand move up and down in wonder. He loved the shape of Dean's cock and how it felt in his hand. No matter how many times he did this or saw Dean do it, watching the pre come almost gush out of his tip fascinated him. Violet's mouth was headed south and Jerry's mouth watered. He didn't give Dean any warning before putting the tip in his mouth. Jerry didn't waste any time. He sucked him until he was halfway in. It felt just like 69 but without all the damn hassle. Violet was working him over so good and Dean always felt amazing in his mouth. He could never quite describe the taste. Only that Paul tasted like Paul and that was his favorite flavor.
Dean's hands went from being in his hair to clutching his shoulders for dear life. Jerry backed off slowly, hoping Dean didn't want him to stop but he did. Jerry kissed the tip and waited for Dean's reaction.
To his surprise Dean began stroking himself and Jerry got a great idea.
Jerry pointed at Dean's erection then to his opened mouth.
Dean gave Jerry a confused look.
Jerry pointed to Dean then pantomimed jerking off. He pointed to himself with an open mouth and just to make it clear jerked his hand in front of it. I WANT YOU TO JERK OFF IN MY MOUTH YOU GREASEBALL
Dean caught on quick and shook his head. He pointed at Violet then turned back to Jerry wagging his finger.
Jerry shrugged. He thought they could get away with it. Violet was pretty busy. She had her hands-er mouth full at the moment. Jerry was all the way in and hit her throat. Good girl….
Their collective moans filled the room. Even Violet's muffled moans could be heard until that final moment when all their voices blended together.
I’ve been reading my old fics and trying to think of how I can write the third chapter to The Playhouse (a scene with Tony/Jerry/Dean in particular) and I had a realization.
I've come to a conclusion. In my mind Tony and Jerry not only have a sexual relationship, they have intercourse. They have no sexual restrictions at all. That's the point. Tony can do what Dean cannot. Lately, though, I haven't been writing him that way. I now understand how incredibly stupid that is.
When I wrote The House Guest I made Tony and Jerry not have sex because I was too scared to write it. I thought that if I made it so that homosexual intercourse was a line they COULD NOT cross then I wouldn't be triggered. The thing is by restricting it I made it the damn theme.
When you tell yourself don't think of something
THAT'S ALL YOU CAN THINK ABOUT.
From now on Tony and Jerry fuck. It may be as simple as a sentence or a passing reference but assume they can in every fic except for The Playhouse because I've written myself in the corner with that one.
I'm not sure when I can describe Tony and Jerry doing that. I'm trying to enjoy the progress I made so far before I push myself. But when I do I will be as happy as Tony and Jerry because that means I will be free to write
ANYTHING I WANT!
Until then, I think this will make everyone happier, especially myself.
