rareslash | We got one shot...

Part one of more to come.
I was inspired by a series of photos from the show "Rockstar: INXS" which I was completely obsessed with. Until recently when it ended tragically, and since there isn't really any place for this type of slash...In any case, on with the show.

Title: "Trees Chapter 1"
Author: Lindsay D.F.
Fandom: Rockstar: INXS
Pairing: Marty/JD...maybe some JD/MiG or Marty/MiG sometime soon...
Summary: After an elimination show, the boys start to argue a little...
Disclaimer: I don't own any rights to the show or anyone involved with it. I'm just a naughty girl with a dirty mind.
Rating: R for some language and of course sexual content. Oooooh...

It was all going to be different now.

With Suzie gone, it was just going to be the three men...how were they going to cope without a feminine touch around the mansion?
"I'm so shocked, man...I had no idea that was going to happen," said JD as he poured himself a drink from the cabinet in the corner.
"Well, I think we were all shocked, I mean, she had the best voice out of all of us," replied Marty as he sank his hands into his pockets.

He hated confrontation. Especially with someone like JD. If you said one wrong word to him he punched you. That was just him. Marty was the complete opposite. On stage he was a lit fuse, ready to explode. But any other time, he was a quiet shy man. He never confessed his feelings. He didn't really know how.
JD was a virtual powerhouse all the time. He was always sparked up, ready to speak his mind, no matter the consequences.

"Are you saying I'm a shitty singer?" Snapped JD as he strolled slowly over to Marty. He tried to back away but only got as far as the table against the wall, until all he could do was stare the angry man back in his face. What was so intimidating about him? He quickly cast his eyes to the floor and tried desperately to defend himself as JD approached.
"No...I just...I was just saying that...well as a woman..." JD was practically on top of him now. He could feel his breath running through his hair. His hands reached around behind him and braced the corners of the table. He couldn't express what he was trying to say. The feelings were there, but the words wouldn't come.

"Hey, Martin," he hissed. The sharp words made Marty wince a little bit.
JD reached out and lifted Marty's chin upwards. He tried so hard not to look JD in the eye...the way his eyes pierced through him made him so unbearably uncomfortable and...kind of hot.
"Marrrrty..." he was taunting him. He wanted to look so badly but...he couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to.
"Martin Casey. Look at me." Still couldn't do it.
"I said look at me." He flashed his eyes upwards and his long blond hair dropped into his steel blue eyes.
"My pretty, pretty rockstar..." an almost devilish smirk crossed over JD's face as he dragged the back of his hand across the blond singer's cheek. Marty felt the blood rushing to his face as his eyes fluttered, casting his gaze to the floor once again.

"What's wrong with you, why can't you look at me?" demanded the forceful man. He tilted his head to glance under at Martin's face.
"Are...are you blushing??" He grabbed the shy man's chin and forced his jaw upwards. Marty's eyes rolled around, searching for a place to look beside those deep eyes across from him.
"Marty! Your face is bright red!" he said it with a laugh, but his eyes quickly filled with a desire.
"I knew it. I make you hot, don't I?"
"Well...no...I mean...I dunno, it's hard to explain..." he slipped a hand up and slid it around behind his neck. It was hot. He was hot. He felt his heart pulsing in his ears. He almost couldn't stand it anymore.
"...I can't explain it," he repeated.
"You never can." The words came out in a low whisper as suddenly his lips fell upon Marty's. He squeezed the corners of the table so hard he thought they might break off.

When JD broke them apart, Marty was in shock. His eyes were still closed, his lips still slightly parted.
"Hah! Oh man..." JD's scoffing snapped Marty out of his transient state. "Is that how you always look after you've been kissed?"
"Nope," he said, grinning sheepishly..."Only with you."
JD inhaled heavily and threw his arms against the wall behind the blond man as he locked their lips together again. This time Marty accepted and slid his hands around JD's waist. JD's tongue came thrusting forcefully into his mouth. He couldn't believe this...he'd never even imagined a scene like this in his head and now that it was actually happening, he was actually enjoying it. A lot. More than he ever thought he would. When JD's hand grabbed his crotch, a surprised Marty let out a soft yelp.
"Shhh...Relax." Marty nodded. That was all he could manage to do. He knew it was a mistake...but he also couldn't help what he was feeling. A sharp pulsing in his groin made his eyes roll back in his head as JD unzipped his fly and slipped a hand down the front of his pants.

"JD...I don't...this is wrong. It's not right. I--" he started to straighten up and correct himself. He shouldn't be doing this. It just felt...bad.
"I've got a bad feeling..." his hand found its way to the back of his neck again, but JD quickly stopped it.
"Stop worrying. Stop thinking. Just...enjoy this, alright?"
"But what about MiG? And Dave? What--"
"They're all gone for the night, I made sure of it, okay? So just...stop, alright? Let go, man!" JD let out a chuckle and leaned in to kiss his Martin. This time he couldn't help himself anymore. He decided to give in. What was there left to lose?

JD slipped his hand back inside the front of Marty's pants and felt him hardening under his touch. He let out a small muffled groan as JD began to rub him from the base to the tip, inserting a squeeze every now and then.
"Mmf..." He bit his lip to keep from screaming.
"I knew it...I knew you wanted me from day one..." breathed JD into his ear, as he sped up. His breath was warm and wet against the other man's skin.
"I did, I did...I've been..." He grunted. "I've been hiding it from you...from everyone..." He felt the passion building and building inside him. His body started to convulse and buck in rhythm, against JD skilled hand, his backside thumping hard against the table with each thrust.
"Come for me, Marty, come on..." He squeezed his hand tighter and quickened his strokes. "Come on, boy..." He couldn't take it, and immediately exploded with all the pent-up force inside of him. His body shook and spasmed 10 times more than he normally did as the "crazy conductor" on stage. His arms groped for something to clutch. He braced himself against JD's broad shoulders, and trembled as he rode out the last waves of the passion that surged inside of him. Finally, he collapsed to the floor, still clutching fistfuls of JD's leather jacket in his hands. JD followed and slumped to the ground beside him, taking Marty's relaxed twitching body into his arms.

"Marty?" he cooed, lovingly, brushing a few pieces of damp blond hair out of his half-closed partner's eyes.
"Yeah?" His voice was nothing but a low and raspy whisper now.
"I knew you had that in you," he said with a smile. Marty nestled his head under JD's chin and JD wrapped his arms around Marty, who was now covered in a thin coat of sweat that made him glisten like a hero in the soft yellow glow of the lamp above.

Marty chuckled as he gasped;
"Hey, man..."
JD kissed his forehead. "What, blondie?"
"...Thanks."

fin
I'm not very good at writing smut gracefully. I usually just do it when I'm feeling "bad".
More to come some other day.

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