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rareslashFwah. This is actually my first slash kiss, 'Cause usually I'm too much of a coward to include them. Also posted on my regular journal....
Title: Untitled
Rating: er.... 0_o
Fandom: The Green Mile
Pairing: deanXpercy
Bleh. I don't own. I wish I did but I don't. This is a missing scene from TGM, when Dean has to stay behind on the mile... I apologise for the lack of semicolons. I still haven't gotten to grips with them.
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Dean glanced nervously at the locked door to the restraint room, his palms sweating from a mixture of nerves and excitement. Brutal, Paul, Harry and John had been gone for little over an hour and Dean felt useless, sat here like a vegetable when the rest of the guards were out being heroic. He lost his train of thought to the sad sniffs coming from within the restraint room. Percy had been sobbing quietly to himself when he thought no-one could hear, and Dean honestly felt sorry for the boy. He couldn't see why they hadn't just done what they had with Wild Bill. Wharton was snoring flat out, his raspy snores echoing around the mile, covering the pathetic whimpers of Percy. Dean couldn't stand it any longer, he knew how petrified Percy must be feeling, the least he could do was sit with him for a while, make sure he wasn't choking or anything. Making up his mind Dean strode over to the darkened room and flicked the lights on, watching Wharton's cell with one eye, the rational side of his brain screaming at him. Inside the room Percy looked smaller than ever, his hair mussed over his bloodshot eyes which gleamed with fresh tears.
"Percy. I'm gonna take off th' gag. Don't shout. I'm just gonna sit with ya okay?" Dean asked softly, crouching on his haunches before the smaller man. Percy nodded weakly, perspiration streaming off his forehead and temples. Slowly and carefully Dean peeled off the tape from Percy's lips, cringing every time it snagged and made Percy wince painfully. He muttered soft apologies to Percy until the tape lay crumpled in a ball on the floor of the padded room, then carefully, willing Percy not to shout, he pulled out the material, also leaving that heaped on the floor.
"Thanks" Percy murmured softly, his voice thick and choky. Dean nodded quietly, settling upon the floor next to the other man.
"You okay?" Dean asked. Percy turned to look at him, wet eyes hidden beneath his damp, stringy fringe.
"No." That was the simplest answer Percy could give. Dean smiled softly and brushed the straggly bangs out of the other man's face, allowing Percy to see properly. "Thanks Dean" Dean was a little taken aback, two apologies in the space of five minutes? That was unnatural. He settled down beside Percy, hugging his knees to his chest, watching Wild Bill cautiously through the open door of the restraint room. "You've got to let me outta here Dean, I've learnt my lesson. I'll be good" Percy promised in a defeated voice. Dean flinched, hearing Percy's sincere tone.
"I... I can't let you..." His voice was broken and he sounded ashamed in himself. Percy nodded mutely, tears spilling down his patchy red and white face. Dean's stomach cramped painfully and instinctively he shifted closer to Percy, allowing the younger man's head to rest upon his shoulder. Percy hiccoughed softly, all too aware of the strange position in which he and Dean were sat. That wasn't to say he didn't like the closeness. He'd never experienced compassion from another person, not even from his parents when he was growing up. A fresh wave of hot, humiliating tears trickled down his raw looking cheeks. Dean's arms had somehow ended up around Percy; he was muttering soft apologies and pleas for Percy to stop crying. Dean knew how wrong this was. He was going to hell for sure, but he really couldn't help it, it felt far too natural. Hell, it felt far too good. So much better than it should have done. There was nothing left of the jumped-up asshole he'd seen previously, only a sad, frightened and confused man, resting dejectedly upon Dean in an effort to rebuild his lost dignity.
"Jesus..." Dean breathed, leaning his head back until it rested on the wall of the cell, his eyes closed, brain still attempting to digest the odd situation. Involuntarily Percy's head lolled into the crook of the other guard's neck. Dean made no move to push it away, but allowed it to rest there whilst they sat in worried silence, contemplating the state of affairs.
“What happens on the mile… It… Stays on the mile right?” Percy asked softly. Dean nodded, barely daring to breathe. With agonizing slowness Percy leant forwards, a great feat considering his arms were crossed awkwardly across his chest. His lips, chapped from the tape brushed softly against Dean’s own, startling him with the directness of the kiss. Dean, however, couldn’t help melting into the kiss, despite warning sirens flaring up in his brain, brazen and urgent, as if he wasn’t fully aware of his actions. Percy deepened the kiss and Dean plunged on, he’d started the ball rolling. He couldn’t stop it now, not even if he’d wanted to. They had gone too far past the ‘accidentally fell onto each other’s lips’ thing, now it was all or nothing. Dean had always hated losing. His tongue slipped easily into Percy’s mouth, taking them to a completely different world. Dean gasped sharply at the feel of Percy’s tongue coming into contact with his own, craving love and compassion. Dean’s mind finally caught up with his heart, reminding him that he was sat, in a padded room along death row, kissing Percy Wetmore, (kissing another man) who was wrapped up in a straight jacket, whilst a convicted rapist and murderer with healing hands was out fixing a woman’s brain tumor. This had to win hands down for the most bizarre situation he’d ever been in.
A grunt from the cell nearest the desk brought them both back into the real world, both Percy and Dean reluctant to give up the nirvana. Bill Wharton was stirring in his cell. Dean gazed at Percy with emotional eyes.
“I gotta go, before they realize…” Dean murmured. Percy nodded softly, understanding. Dean began to stand, when Percy stopped him with a nudge.
“Stays on the mile?” He asked softly, opening his mouth to allow Dean to replace the gag. Dean smiled sadly and brushed a final chaste kiss across Percy’s lips.
“Yeah, stays on the mile.” He agreed dazedly.
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Hmmm.
Title: Untitled
Rating: er.... 0_o
Fandom: The Green Mile
Pairing: deanXpercy
Bleh. I don't own. I wish I did but I don't. This is a missing scene from TGM, when Dean has to stay behind on the mile... I apologise for the lack of semicolons. I still haven't gotten to grips with them.
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Dean glanced nervously at the locked door to the restraint room, his palms sweating from a mixture of nerves and excitement. Brutal, Paul, Harry and John had been gone for little over an hour and Dean felt useless, sat here like a vegetable when the rest of the guards were out being heroic. He lost his train of thought to the sad sniffs coming from within the restraint room. Percy had been sobbing quietly to himself when he thought no-one could hear, and Dean honestly felt sorry for the boy. He couldn't see why they hadn't just done what they had with Wild Bill. Wharton was snoring flat out, his raspy snores echoing around the mile, covering the pathetic whimpers of Percy. Dean couldn't stand it any longer, he knew how petrified Percy must be feeling, the least he could do was sit with him for a while, make sure he wasn't choking or anything. Making up his mind Dean strode over to the darkened room and flicked the lights on, watching Wharton's cell with one eye, the rational side of his brain screaming at him. Inside the room Percy looked smaller than ever, his hair mussed over his bloodshot eyes which gleamed with fresh tears.
"Percy. I'm gonna take off th' gag. Don't shout. I'm just gonna sit with ya okay?" Dean asked softly, crouching on his haunches before the smaller man. Percy nodded weakly, perspiration streaming off his forehead and temples. Slowly and carefully Dean peeled off the tape from Percy's lips, cringing every time it snagged and made Percy wince painfully. He muttered soft apologies to Percy until the tape lay crumpled in a ball on the floor of the padded room, then carefully, willing Percy not to shout, he pulled out the material, also leaving that heaped on the floor.
"Thanks" Percy murmured softly, his voice thick and choky. Dean nodded quietly, settling upon the floor next to the other man.
"You okay?" Dean asked. Percy turned to look at him, wet eyes hidden beneath his damp, stringy fringe.
"No." That was the simplest answer Percy could give. Dean smiled softly and brushed the straggly bangs out of the other man's face, allowing Percy to see properly. "Thanks Dean" Dean was a little taken aback, two apologies in the space of five minutes? That was unnatural. He settled down beside Percy, hugging his knees to his chest, watching Wild Bill cautiously through the open door of the restraint room. "You've got to let me outta here Dean, I've learnt my lesson. I'll be good" Percy promised in a defeated voice. Dean flinched, hearing Percy's sincere tone.
"I... I can't let you..." His voice was broken and he sounded ashamed in himself. Percy nodded mutely, tears spilling down his patchy red and white face. Dean's stomach cramped painfully and instinctively he shifted closer to Percy, allowing the younger man's head to rest upon his shoulder. Percy hiccoughed softly, all too aware of the strange position in which he and Dean were sat. That wasn't to say he didn't like the closeness. He'd never experienced compassion from another person, not even from his parents when he was growing up. A fresh wave of hot, humiliating tears trickled down his raw looking cheeks. Dean's arms had somehow ended up around Percy; he was muttering soft apologies and pleas for Percy to stop crying. Dean knew how wrong this was. He was going to hell for sure, but he really couldn't help it, it felt far too natural. Hell, it felt far too good. So much better than it should have done. There was nothing left of the jumped-up asshole he'd seen previously, only a sad, frightened and confused man, resting dejectedly upon Dean in an effort to rebuild his lost dignity.
"Jesus..." Dean breathed, leaning his head back until it rested on the wall of the cell, his eyes closed, brain still attempting to digest the odd situation. Involuntarily Percy's head lolled into the crook of the other guard's neck. Dean made no move to push it away, but allowed it to rest there whilst they sat in worried silence, contemplating the state of affairs.
“What happens on the mile… It… Stays on the mile right?” Percy asked softly. Dean nodded, barely daring to breathe. With agonizing slowness Percy leant forwards, a great feat considering his arms were crossed awkwardly across his chest. His lips, chapped from the tape brushed softly against Dean’s own, startling him with the directness of the kiss. Dean, however, couldn’t help melting into the kiss, despite warning sirens flaring up in his brain, brazen and urgent, as if he wasn’t fully aware of his actions. Percy deepened the kiss and Dean plunged on, he’d started the ball rolling. He couldn’t stop it now, not even if he’d wanted to. They had gone too far past the ‘accidentally fell onto each other’s lips’ thing, now it was all or nothing. Dean had always hated losing. His tongue slipped easily into Percy’s mouth, taking them to a completely different world. Dean gasped sharply at the feel of Percy’s tongue coming into contact with his own, craving love and compassion. Dean’s mind finally caught up with his heart, reminding him that he was sat, in a padded room along death row, kissing Percy Wetmore, (kissing another man) who was wrapped up in a straight jacket, whilst a convicted rapist and murderer with healing hands was out fixing a woman’s brain tumor. This had to win hands down for the most bizarre situation he’d ever been in.
A grunt from the cell nearest the desk brought them both back into the real world, both Percy and Dean reluctant to give up the nirvana. Bill Wharton was stirring in his cell. Dean gazed at Percy with emotional eyes.
“I gotta go, before they realize…” Dean murmured. Percy nodded softly, understanding. Dean began to stand, when Percy stopped him with a nudge.
“Stays on the mile?” He asked softly, opening his mouth to allow Dean to replace the gag. Dean smiled sadly and brushed a final chaste kiss across Percy’s lips.
“Yeah, stays on the mile.” He agreed dazedly.
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Hmmm.
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Date: 2010-01-22 09:59 pm (UTC)Awww, now this is heartbreaking. ;_; I never particularly liked Percy - but then again, we weren't supposed to - but I did feel bad for his fate, and I like the idea of a scared little boy underneath the asshole. These two would be very sweet together.
Mebbie I will pretend that he gets better and finds Dean again a few years down the road. :D
(also, verrry nicely done first slash kiss.)