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monaboyd Feb. 21st, 2005 08:40 am)The Sharks story… The ramblings of a loan shark
Author: Pippin’s Penny
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Charlie & the shark
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, ummmm, they are not even real people.
Summary: The shark has his own thoughts on their little affair…
Angst, implied character death, sex
A/N This is a follow up to The Loan, this is the sharks POV.
You might want to read The Loan first if you haven’t yet
X-posted in the usual places
Chapter 1 here Chapter 2 here Chapter 3 here Chapter 4 here
I became spellbound again. All I can remember is slowly fucking him, kissing him and good lord, the way he was kissing me back. Then I kissed his leg, bit softly at his knee, which was up near my shoulder. And holy fuck if that lad was not loving this as much, if not more than me. He arched his back, and submissively put his arms over his head. The classic “take me” pose. It was about then that I must have hit his prostate. He looked at me for explanation for what he felt. I just smiled and kept it up, for him. Then I saw him playing with his nipples, was he trying to kill me here? I grabbed one and pinched slightly and he actually growled at me. I remember kissing his knee and slowly thrusting in him, I may have even been humming, I sometimes hum when I am happy.
Fuck, he is beautiful. Those moans, I will never forget how he sounded. Low, deep sexy growling moans. To this day when I think about them, I get shivers.
I heard him say “Fuck, fuck, fuck” I knew he wanted to come again; I took hold of his magnificent cock and milked it. I told him to come for me, no sooner had I said the words then he was coming for a second time, this time in my hand. Ahh youth!
I could not help but feel disappointed, I would have preferred to eat him again, but in my present position, I couldn’t, so I did the next best thing, I licked his cream off my hand. And that saucy git, he joined me. I was impressed!
My turn now. I have had the patience of a saint, now I needed my own relief desperately.
“Fuck me… so good. Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme…“ I heard Charlie chanting. I swear that lad is trying to kill me. I closed my eyes, put my head down, and laid into him. I called out his name as I shuddered and filled him with all I had. Then I collapsed on him. I was a contradicting mix of being both ecstatically happy and incredibly depressed. I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want this to be over.
I don’t remember ever being so happy and satisfied. I felt him massaging my back and humming to Strawberry Fields. I realized that I was kissing his neck. And I didn’t care anymore. I was happy, for the first time in my entire life. I was so happy, I felt as if I was home. Our bodies were still one. We were one sweaty, happily sated mass.
“Don’t cry, don’t you fucking cry, you faggot.” I heard my father’s voice in my head say. How many times did I hear that growing up? Without that loving fatherly training from my old man, I think that I would have cried.
I heard him ask me to stay. He sounded as blissful and relaxed as I did. Then I remembered William and Dominic downstairs waiting. My fucked up life just slapped me in the face. I can’t stay, I can’t love Charlie. If my father did not kill me, he’d kill Charlie for sure. I had to leave, and leave now. I had to leave Charlie behind for good.
I quickly got up. I was so fucking scared. I coldly told him he was a good lay, and his loan was now paid in full. God, sometimes I so fucking hate myself.
I remember him yelling at me, calling me a coward. My heart was breaking, fuck, he really did care for me. He wanted me. I couldn’t look at him; I didn’t even want to see if he had tears in his eyes, because I knew I did.
“I know you felt something… I felt it too. Why won’t you admit it?” He almost cried.
“Do you know who the ffuck I am? Do you know what I am capable of? It is you who should be afraid, Charlie!” I screamed back at him as I quickly dressed (I should be a fucking actor). I stuttered nervously, just like a “shy wee lass” as my da would say
Just before I walked out the door, I heard myself whisper my name… “Jamie.” I don’t know why I said that, again, my body betrayed me. But I repeated it for him, “My name is Jamie.” And I left before I said anything else.
I went back to the theatre a few days later. To see him, just to watch. Then he did something. He must have seen or sensed that I was there. I saw him on stage, he was somber, not his usual cheeky self. His eyes were closed. Then, he opened his eyes and looked right at me. How the fuck did he do that? I saw him whisper to his brother and soon they all walked off stage, except for Charlie. He began singing… to me. I almost fell over; tears fell freely from my eyes and I didn’t give a fuck. He sang our song Strawberry Fields, and dedicated it to me.
I never crossed business with pleasure, before Charlie. I never allowed anyone to affect me, before Charlie. I don’t think I ever knew what love really was… before… Charlie… oh, Charlie…
I secretly came to see him several more times at the theatre where he played. I tried to keep tabs on him as best as I could, I heard the band broke up soon afterward. I also heard he flew to
All I have… all I have now are my memories, and my tattoo that I got shortly afterward our last meeting… I got the words “Misunderstandings all you see” from our song. It fit me perfect. Like Charlie.
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lately my life was a little fucked up, but your stories would make me smiel every day. thank you! hope to 'read' from you soon! ^^
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GAH! I need more....Ramblings of an old plane crash survivor, ramblings of a washed up loan shark finding his true love still alive...... SOMETHING!!!!
You made me cry! So beautiful!
BRAVO!
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Seeing this fic from the Loan Shark's POV was the perfect touch.
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this tatoo Jamie got... f*ck... you killed me...
But I love it nonetheless...
*runsoutoftissues*
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This is so sad that this is the end. :(
Oh, also, I've never mentioned this before, but I love the fact how you named Jamie's body guards Dominic and William! That is too funny! Very good, well done!! BRAVO!!!! *applauses*
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And just so I'm being clear, I enjoyed the series :)
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My favorite part was how "Jamie" got the second half of the line tattoo'ed when he didn't know that Charlie got the first half done. *sigh* So cute.
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