Fic: "In My Room, You and I..."

Chapter: "I Can't Ignore You" (1 of 2)

Author: Liebeslied Engel, copyright © 2005-2006 S.E.J.

Fandom: Psychopathic Records (ICP, Twiztid, Dark Lotus, etc.)

Pairing: J/Shaggy

Category: Romantic-ish comforting

Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for language and graphic depictions of sexual acts and homoeroticism. Also, pretty damn OOC. Deal with it :-P

Summary: Insomnia and stressing over Jay's dreams about the Dark Carnival get to be too much for either he or Shaggy to handle anymore.

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: Takes place pre-Insane Clown Posse. And yeah, it's mushy and sweet, but I like it anyway. Originally written in February 2005. Enjoy.







Another late, sleepless night. Jay was sure he'd seen every infomercial ever made. He was utterly exhausted, but didn't dare go to sleep. He knew that if he did, that creepy, crazy, scary-ass carnival music would start playing in his head again, the wicked jesters on those twisted playing cards with their psychopathic laughter, smacking against his face. It did intrigue him, but overwhelmingly it freaked him out, and he didn't want to go through it again until he figured out what it all meant. He sighed, turned off the TV, and sat in the dark silence. He lit a cigarette, took a quick drag, then leaning forward he rested his elbows on his knees and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palms. "Am I losin' my fuckin' mind?" he wondered aloud.



"Nah," came the unexpected answer from the doorway. "You just got too much shit in yo' nug, too much time on yo' hands." Shaggy, wearing nothing but his boxers, stumbled through the dark room, rubbing his own eyes and yawning. He snatched up the pack of smokes and the lighter, lit his own cig, and plopped down on Jay's left. He slapped the other man's knee. "What's goin' on, man?"



Jay sighed again and scratched at his right thigh. "It's this dream I've had lotsa times. It's all fulla clowns an' like a circus or some shit. I feel like it's tellin' me somethin' important but I can't figure out what. It's fuckin' like... hauntin' me, man." As he brought the cigarette back to his lips his hand shook, just as much as his voice had. It was then he noticed Shaggy's hand hadn't left his knee, and in fact had started to squeeze.



"Hey now, calm down Floob." Jay had to smile at the use of the childhood nickname. "It ain't nothin' ta get all worked up about. You'll figure it out eventually." Shaggy turned his head to look at Jay, and even in the dim moonlight coming in through the window, he could tell his words hadn't helped any. He took a deep breath. "A'ight, c'mere, man." He let go of Jay's knee and instead flung his arm over the other man's shoulders. Jay chuckled as leaned his head over, resting it on Shaggy's bare chest. He let his eyes drift closed and inexplicably smiled at the soothing rhythms of his friend's breath and heartbeat.



They sat like that for a time, moving only their hands for the occasional drag off their cigarettes. Shaggy's whisper broke the silence after a few minutes, asking Jay if he was done with his smoke. He took both butts and stamped them out in an ashtray, then settled back into the couch, letting his head fall back. He stared at the ceiling, watching the light patterns from the moon shining through the leaves. Absent-mindedly, he lifted his hand and began grazing his fingers through Jay's spikey blonde hair. He'd been weighing his options all during the silence, but right then he made his decision.



"You need ta relax, man," he said, only slightly above a whisper. "If der is somethin' to dis dream, stressin' about it ain't gonna make it come any easier." Jay chuckled again as he sat up. "Yeah, that's somethin' else besides sleep that I ain't done in a long-ass time, shit!" He laughed a little harder, but Shaggy only snickered and passed his hand over his mouth. Sitting forward and leaning on his elbows, much as he'd found Jay, a small smile crept onto his face.



"I think I might know somethin' dat'll solve both problems." Jay stopped laughing and looked at him out of the corner of his eye. "Oh yeah?" He instantly regretted the note of suspicion in his voice, but Shaggy had either not noticed or simply ignored it. The smirk on Shaggy's face grew as he slid off the couch to his knees. He pivoted his body so he was in front of Jay, facing him. Starting at his ankles, Shaggy slowly massaged his way up Jay's legs, paying special attention to his thighs. His blue eyes stayed locked on Jay's face the entire time.



Jay sat utterly still, staring at Shaggy in disbelief. Feeling his friend's fingers dig into his thighs sent sudden chills all through his body, and it made him nervous and a little angry to realize he was enjoying it. He began to protest. "Joey, what in the fuck--"



"Shhh," Shaggy cut him off. "Two birds with one stone, Joe." And with that Shaggy slid his hands up to Jay's waistline, curling his fingertips under the elastic band of both the shorts and boxers Jay wore. "Relax," came the whispered voice again as he pulled the garments down just low enough, about mid-thigh.



Jay blushed as he realized that, despite his protests, his cock was getting hard. He looked to Shaggy in the hopes that he'd stop and crack up, jumping to his feet, laughing and yelling, Oh shit, I got you, dog! I can't fuckin' believe I got you goin' like dat, shit! Jay could hear it in his head, but not in the room around them. He'd be willing to endure the teasing and embarrassment if only this was all a joke.



Or so he thought.



As Shaggy's hand wrapped tightly around his still hardening length, Jay found himself liking it, wanting it. If he tried, for the sake of his own ego, to pretend it was some chick jackin' him instead of Shaggz, it didn't feel as good, he'd start to lose the pleasure. Eventually he thought, Fuck it, and finally submitted to the intense sensations his friend was providing. He leaned his head against the back of the couch and let out a breathy moan as his eyes drifted closed for the second time in Shaggy's company that night.



It was then he could hear the heavy breathing that was not his own. He opened his eyes again and looked to the man on the floor. Not only was he breathing hard, sweat beads had formed on Shaggy's forehead and he was repeatedly licking his lips. Jay couldn't see where Shaggy's left hand was, but given the movement of his shoulder, he had a pretty good guess. A desire suddenly overtook him, and he swallowed hard.



"Joey," came the breathless whispers. Shaggy looked up, blinked, and swallowed as well. "Yeah?" His voice was equally soft and airy. Jay panted a few times before taking in a deep breath. As he exhaled, he patted the couch beside him, where Shaggy had been sitting moments ago. The man on his knees smiled and kept his eyes locked on Jay as he moved back up to the couch. Next time then, he thought to himself. Jay pivoted to face Shaggy and nervously licked his lips. He hesitantly rested his right hand on Shaggy's thigh, his fingertips just under the hem of the other man's boxers.



Shaggy had never seen his friend like this; Wide-eyed, gasping for breath, nervous as fuck but not giving anything a second thought. When he'd slid onto the floor, he wasn't sure if he was doing the right thing, or even what exactly he was going to do. But now, with Jay's hand creeping closer to his hard cock, his own hand around Jay's again, he started to think they both needed this. Not only the physical release, but the intimacy as well. And judging by Jay's reactions so far, he figured he was right.



The two men sat facing each other, intense pleasure so thick in the room it was almost tangible. Panting, gasps, hisses, and wet slapping sounds echoed in the darkness, the window beside them fogging up as their sweat evaporated into the night air. Their eyes stayed locked together, only fueling their passions. Jay suddenly bit his lip, as if he was holding something back. Shaggy gave him a small encouraging nod, letting Jay know that whatever it was, he could let it out. Jay nodded back and started to lean forward. Both their hearts pounded faster as Shaggy mirrored him. They stopped short, their faces on the threshold of contact. Each could feel the other's breath on his lips, and the tension was as thrilling as any kiss either could remember.



"Joey," came Jay's purring whisper, deep with his need.



"Oh, God!" Shaggy moaned aloud at the sound of his name in that voice. He collapsed forward slightly to rest his forehead on Jay's. "Joe, I'm gonna--"



"I know, Joey, me too."



Shaggy pulled his head back again, and the two shared a final lustful gaze before ecstasy swept over them, and neither could help himself. As both men felt themselves explode, their lips connected just as suddenly, muffling each other's cries of pleasure. Shaggy's free left hand found it's way to the side of Jay's face, and Jay shivered as fingertips traced his jaw line.



Their orgasms subsiding, Jay sagged his head to rest on Shaggy's shoulder, both struggling to catch their breath. They stayed just that way as their juices cooled and soaked into their clothes. Sleep began to overtake them both, and Shaggy slowly collapsed backwards onto the couch under Jay's weight. Again his fingers brushed through Jay's hair, and just before he drifted off, he heard a soft mutter.



"Thank you."