Smut fanfiction on request
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tallulahgs[Title] Interrogation
[Rating] R to NC-17
[Fandom] Jet Set Radio
[Notes] Written for a request by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
disks_smilie. Disk, I don't know if this is what you wanted, but... have it anyway ^^ Also Gum's personality is slightly different from how I usually write her, but yay variety ^^
[Summary] Gum has a secret; what will she do when Slate finds it out? Gum/Slate
Even in the dark, Kogane-cho still stinks. But Gum doesn't need to wrinkle her nose - she's been coming here long enough that the thick, choking smell of mouldy water no longer grosses her out.
She's currently behind a stack of pipes, getting ready to go out to work. The only GG with gainful employment. It amuses the hell out of her that that's the case, except that she also knows that if they found out, she'd be... dead? Well, probably not. They're all pretty open-minded. But it would be... embarrassing.
I'd like 'em to see how they manage without my petty cash contribution. Wouldn't be so many takeaway pizzas and Coke breaks, that's for sure.
She's ready now. Not that it's so difficult. All she had to do was unzip her dress and throw it over her head, and pull off her gloves, because she needs her fingers bare. She didn't bother to wear panties, so now she's pretty much done. Stepping out from the shadow of the pipes into the grimy yellow light of the only unbroken streetlamp, she smiles. The cold air's got its hands down there already. Oooh, dirty. When she gets back from Kogane she's grubby even if no one touched her all night. But mostly they do touch.
Not even Tab knows that's she's been a different kind of rudie for far longer than she's been a plain ol' skater-and-tagger. Actually, she's not sure if Tab even knows about the existence of the other kind. He doesn't come down to Kogane-cho after dark, after all. Because he's smarter than me. She shrugs. No. He just only hears what he wants to.
She leaps onto the wall, grinds along it, lands on the street so hard that the vibrations jar up her legs. Mmm. Skating half-naked is hot. Maybe that's the only reason she does this, because it's an excuse. Nah... I could just propose more dare wars if I wanted that - She's dashing up to the window of the abandoned warehouse, crashing through - sawdust speckles her thighs - another rough landing, and then she's hurrying over to the door. She wrenches it open - a creak and the rush of more light over her bare legs and the skitter of a rat in the corner - and then she's jumping as high as she can up over the rooftops and - flying kite just so she can spread her legs -
And onto the phone lines. Below the narrow street waits, filled with darkness. No crows to scatter in the night, and the area is almost silent except for the distant buzz of people's televisions and the lap of water against concrete. Doesn't mean there isn't anyone else out, though. They'll be waiting. Perhaps her friends would only disapprove because they know how dangerous this is, but she's found a skate in the groin dissuades most psychos, and she keeps a flick knife in her bra. She leaps off the wire and onto a roof, and starts to dash again, jumping from gap to gap, the rattle as skates hit tiles echoing out past the roofs and onto the water.
There are no more streetlights, and above her the moon is smothered by a thick clump of smoggy clouds, so she doesn't see the other rudie approaching. All she knows is that suddenly she's run full tilt into someone else, and been sent sprawling onto her butt, the tiles rough and cool against her skin, and the other person has stumbled back, muttering, "Shit."
And she knows that voice. Oh fucking hell she knows it.
Quickly she draws her legs together, pulls her knees to her chest. Maybe it'll look like she's still got her dress on.
He's already looking down at her. "Hey - Gum? What are you doing out here?"
"Slate. I could ask you the same question."
"Visiting family," he says. "Remember, I grew up here? So I'm slightly less likely to get mugged or murdered and thrown into the river. I thought you were smarter'n this -"
She shrugs. "Yeah, well... I'm blonde, remember?"
Slate stares down at her, his face hidden in the thick shadow, and just at that moment, someone in one of the houses flicks a light on, and the glow flares up from under the eaves. Oh, perfect. Who says Kogane-cho has no sense of humour? The orange light rushes up Gum's bare legs, and Slate says, "Hey... you're a little underdressed, ain'tcha?"
She doesn't answer. Her heart's thumping under her shirt, and all the blood in her throbs in time - especially down between her legs, inches from the cool tiles. Hey, let's not get carried away. Slate's nothing special, right? Maybe it's just the looking. Adrenaline rush. I am a rudie, after all. She swallows. Or maybe it's just fear, because -
"I can only think of two reasons you're out here half-naked," Slate says at last, not sounding angry like Tab or Beat or any of the other guys would, just thoughtful. "Either this is some all-girl dare war I somehow missed... and I doubt even Cube'd be so cruel as to send anyone out to Kogane-cho at night... or..."
"Or?" Gum sneers up at him.
"Or you're one of those girls who uses her skates to transport her from customer to customer. Know what I'm saying?"
"Duh." She gets to her feet. No point in hiding anything now. The light glints in his eyes, and she sees them flick downwards, just for a moment. Hah. "I ought to, seeing as that's just what I am doing."
"Hmm. I don't get it," Slate says, shoving his hands into his pockets, staring down at her. "Thought girls only did this kind of shit when they were on their own and broke. You've got the gang and a place to live, so why -"
"Oh, wouldn't you like to know?"
"Well, yeah. I would."
"Ask no questions... blah, blah."
"Except..." And she hears a smile in his voice. "I can ask the questions, cos... I'm guessing no one else knows about this, and I don't reckon they'd be too pleased."
"I don't reckon they'd kick me out over it."
"No. But they'd lecture you. For your own good. I'm thinking you don't need the hassle."
Gum tilts her head up to look him in the eye. He's closer now - she can smell his scent of paint and old jacket. "Oh?" she says, hearing her voice turn sharp and contemptuous (like it always does with guys, sooner or later). "And are you thinking you want something in return for not ratting me out?" No - no big deal - gang solidarity's for losers, right?
She keeps her eyes on him as she holds up her hands, mockingly, and then runs them down; first over her breasts, to where her shirt stops and the breeze tickles her bare stomach, and then over the bones of her hips. She leaves one hand there, lets the other move further... top of her thigh, then across, over the line of hair (least he can see I'm a natural blonde... well, not in this light) and then down into the wetness. The air's cold on her fingers, almost blocks out the heat, but not quite. He's still watching her as she lets her hand start to move.
"Well?" she says. Slate's never dated anyone that any of the GGs have known about. Let's see what this does for you.
"Why're you offering?" he says thoughtfully. "I didn't ask."
"Force'a habit." The light in the house flicks off again, but she can feel him still watching. Little shivers of glee are pulsing up through her stomach, and despite herself she lets her mouth fall open, runs her tongue over her lips to feel the air kiss away the damp. Her feet, still solidly encased in skates, feel suddenly like they're gonna leave the ground.
"Wait a moment," he says, and reaches out and grasps her wrist. He's not holding her hard enough to force her to stop, but she does anyway, though she keeps her fingers where they are. That's plenty hot as well, the feel of them there but not moving... not yet. "I want an answer... any other stuff's just trimmings."
She sneers at him, though she knows it's a waste of time in the dark. "Trimmings, huh? Am I not your type?" And she reaches out and puts her other hand up between his legs. He is hard, but his voice hardly shakes at all as he replies, "Information's a useful thing, know what I'm saying?"
"And if I don't tell ya? Will you really rat me out to the others?" She's not sure now if she's angry with him or not. It's not like he's ever given the impression he actually gives a fuck about any of them. Or maybe it's that she's enjoying this, just a little, especially now that it's not just watching. The night air flicks the back of her thighs and her butt. She's not used to standing still for long. Get in, get out, no one gets hurt - that's how this usually is. You don't stand around and talk. But she's prepared to risk it for the moment.
"Haven't decided," he says, gripping her wrist a little tighter.
"Thought not." She starts to touch him, just lightly, and feels him harden under her palm almost immediately. Geez, someone's got a lot of pent-up emotion. "Okay. Why don't you ask a few questions, and I'll... see to the trimmings."
"Sounds..." And he swallows. "Sounds good."
"Let's see who cracks first." She lets him hear the smile in her voice.
He laughs, once, sharply, and she feels it jerk through him. "I... all right. You doing it for cash? I mean, are... are you just doing it cos you're an... unqualified rudie with no... transferable skills?"
"The cash is nice, but I could do without it." She presses even closer to him, so that her breasts are almost touching him.
"Okay, you... you doing it because..." She hears him stop, take a deep breath, but he's hard still. "Because you're fucked in the head and have a... death wish?"
"We're all rudies. Don't we all have death wishes?"
"Answer - answer the damn question."
"If I could do it somewhere that wasn't Kogane-cho, I would, and if I had a bodyguard to beat up the creepiest guys that'd be cool. So... probably..." She speaks as slowly as she can, feels him tense in irritation against her. "No." Reluctantly, she lets her free hand move away from between her legs, grabs his hand and pulls it up to place it on her breast. He mutters, "Cheat," but he's already caressing her, fingers hard, and - she hears her own breathing catch, damn, that was probably a bad move, I - Down in the dark it's opening, the air is cool there and hell it's like his touch is somehow both on her breast and there, wrenching out the good times; she can hardly hear him whisper, "If you met some guy, wouldja... stop?"
"I... that's not gonna... not gonna..." Oh hell, her legs are shaking - she bites down on the inside of her mouth but it's too late. "Oh, you bastard -" And then she's coming, her toes curling inside her skates and all the fire seems to rush out of her into the cool night.
She doesn't know whether Slate was ready to pop anyway or whether seeing - or feeling - her come is the finishing touch, but a few moments later he's drawn a sharp, almost angry breath, and his nails dig into her for a second - and she feels it under her hand before the tension drains away.
"Well?" he says at last.
"I was gonna say, that's not gonna happen," she says, although she's not at all sure that she would have said that, if she'd had more time to think.
"What?"
"Okay," she says, letting go of him now, stepping away, "I'll level with you. I figured ages ago I wasn't up for playing games to get guys, all right? Mew and Piranha act all pleasant and fun to be with and cute, and Cube - I dunno, I think things are different in America. Me, I can't do that stuff, and I sure wasn't gonna be all... some weird virgin loser. So I... well, my skates helped me out with all the rest of the shit in my life, didn't they? Now if you don't mind, I've got people to do, places to go..."
"Huh. That's bullshit," Slate says.
"Excuse me?"
"You're a rudie. Since when did you buy into the establishment line on anything?"
She snorts. "Whatever. Guys don't change that much by putting on a pair of skates. And 'sides, they always took me a hell of a lot more seriously without all the sex stuff hanging over us. Beat and Tab..." She stops, suddenly wishing she hadn't mentioned them.
"Beat and Tab'd like you no matter who you were banging."
"You're very idealistic suddenly. I always had you pegged as a cynical jerk."
"Well, I always had you pegged as someone with as much common sense as a rudie can have," he says flatly. "Wanting no-strings sex is one thing. This is somethin' else."
"Thank you, Mr Moral Majority. You still did it, didn't you?" She's almost shouting now, and she's this close to slapping him. "You can lecture me all you want, but you still stood there and let me jerk you off. Still told me you'd rat me out if I didn't! What did you get out of this, huh? Why don't you wanna play the dating games?"
For a moment she thinks he's gonna lose it and maybe actually hurt her, though she couldn't say why she thought that; perhaps it's just paranoia. Whatever, the next moment it's gone, and he seems calm again.
"You're right," he says. "S'your life."
"Exactly."
"But I'm sayin' come back tonight. We can talk about this when we're both less..."
"Horny?"
He snorts. "Whatever. Maybe... maybe you can ask the questions next time." And she hears him smile again. "Somewhere less dangerous."
She raises an eyebrow, though he can't see her face. "Oh, yes? Hmm... that sounds fun."
[Rating] R to NC-17
[Fandom] Jet Set Radio
[Notes] Written for a request by
disks_smilie. Disk, I don't know if this is what you wanted, but... have it anyway ^^ Also Gum's personality is slightly different from how I usually write her, but yay variety ^^[Summary] Gum has a secret; what will she do when Slate finds it out? Gum/Slate
Even in the dark, Kogane-cho still stinks. But Gum doesn't need to wrinkle her nose - she's been coming here long enough that the thick, choking smell of mouldy water no longer grosses her out.
She's currently behind a stack of pipes, getting ready to go out to work. The only GG with gainful employment. It amuses the hell out of her that that's the case, except that she also knows that if they found out, she'd be... dead? Well, probably not. They're all pretty open-minded. But it would be... embarrassing.
I'd like 'em to see how they manage without my petty cash contribution. Wouldn't be so many takeaway pizzas and Coke breaks, that's for sure.
She's ready now. Not that it's so difficult. All she had to do was unzip her dress and throw it over her head, and pull off her gloves, because she needs her fingers bare. She didn't bother to wear panties, so now she's pretty much done. Stepping out from the shadow of the pipes into the grimy yellow light of the only unbroken streetlamp, she smiles. The cold air's got its hands down there already. Oooh, dirty. When she gets back from Kogane she's grubby even if no one touched her all night. But mostly they do touch.
Not even Tab knows that's she's been a different kind of rudie for far longer than she's been a plain ol' skater-and-tagger. Actually, she's not sure if Tab even knows about the existence of the other kind. He doesn't come down to Kogane-cho after dark, after all. Because he's smarter than me. She shrugs. No. He just only hears what he wants to.
She leaps onto the wall, grinds along it, lands on the street so hard that the vibrations jar up her legs. Mmm. Skating half-naked is hot. Maybe that's the only reason she does this, because it's an excuse. Nah... I could just propose more dare wars if I wanted that - She's dashing up to the window of the abandoned warehouse, crashing through - sawdust speckles her thighs - another rough landing, and then she's hurrying over to the door. She wrenches it open - a creak and the rush of more light over her bare legs and the skitter of a rat in the corner - and then she's jumping as high as she can up over the rooftops and - flying kite just so she can spread her legs -
And onto the phone lines. Below the narrow street waits, filled with darkness. No crows to scatter in the night, and the area is almost silent except for the distant buzz of people's televisions and the lap of water against concrete. Doesn't mean there isn't anyone else out, though. They'll be waiting. Perhaps her friends would only disapprove because they know how dangerous this is, but she's found a skate in the groin dissuades most psychos, and she keeps a flick knife in her bra. She leaps off the wire and onto a roof, and starts to dash again, jumping from gap to gap, the rattle as skates hit tiles echoing out past the roofs and onto the water.
There are no more streetlights, and above her the moon is smothered by a thick clump of smoggy clouds, so she doesn't see the other rudie approaching. All she knows is that suddenly she's run full tilt into someone else, and been sent sprawling onto her butt, the tiles rough and cool against her skin, and the other person has stumbled back, muttering, "Shit."
And she knows that voice. Oh fucking hell she knows it.
Quickly she draws her legs together, pulls her knees to her chest. Maybe it'll look like she's still got her dress on.
He's already looking down at her. "Hey - Gum? What are you doing out here?"
"Slate. I could ask you the same question."
"Visiting family," he says. "Remember, I grew up here? So I'm slightly less likely to get mugged or murdered and thrown into the river. I thought you were smarter'n this -"
She shrugs. "Yeah, well... I'm blonde, remember?"
Slate stares down at her, his face hidden in the thick shadow, and just at that moment, someone in one of the houses flicks a light on, and the glow flares up from under the eaves. Oh, perfect. Who says Kogane-cho has no sense of humour? The orange light rushes up Gum's bare legs, and Slate says, "Hey... you're a little underdressed, ain'tcha?"
She doesn't answer. Her heart's thumping under her shirt, and all the blood in her throbs in time - especially down between her legs, inches from the cool tiles. Hey, let's not get carried away. Slate's nothing special, right? Maybe it's just the looking. Adrenaline rush. I am a rudie, after all. She swallows. Or maybe it's just fear, because -
"I can only think of two reasons you're out here half-naked," Slate says at last, not sounding angry like Tab or Beat or any of the other guys would, just thoughtful. "Either this is some all-girl dare war I somehow missed... and I doubt even Cube'd be so cruel as to send anyone out to Kogane-cho at night... or..."
"Or?" Gum sneers up at him.
"Or you're one of those girls who uses her skates to transport her from customer to customer. Know what I'm saying?"
"Duh." She gets to her feet. No point in hiding anything now. The light glints in his eyes, and she sees them flick downwards, just for a moment. Hah. "I ought to, seeing as that's just what I am doing."
"Hmm. I don't get it," Slate says, shoving his hands into his pockets, staring down at her. "Thought girls only did this kind of shit when they were on their own and broke. You've got the gang and a place to live, so why -"
"Oh, wouldn't you like to know?"
"Well, yeah. I would."
"Ask no questions... blah, blah."
"Except..." And she hears a smile in his voice. "I can ask the questions, cos... I'm guessing no one else knows about this, and I don't reckon they'd be too pleased."
"I don't reckon they'd kick me out over it."
"No. But they'd lecture you. For your own good. I'm thinking you don't need the hassle."
Gum tilts her head up to look him in the eye. He's closer now - she can smell his scent of paint and old jacket. "Oh?" she says, hearing her voice turn sharp and contemptuous (like it always does with guys, sooner or later). "And are you thinking you want something in return for not ratting me out?" No - no big deal - gang solidarity's for losers, right?
She keeps her eyes on him as she holds up her hands, mockingly, and then runs them down; first over her breasts, to where her shirt stops and the breeze tickles her bare stomach, and then over the bones of her hips. She leaves one hand there, lets the other move further... top of her thigh, then across, over the line of hair (least he can see I'm a natural blonde... well, not in this light) and then down into the wetness. The air's cold on her fingers, almost blocks out the heat, but not quite. He's still watching her as she lets her hand start to move.
"Well?" she says. Slate's never dated anyone that any of the GGs have known about. Let's see what this does for you.
"Why're you offering?" he says thoughtfully. "I didn't ask."
"Force'a habit." The light in the house flicks off again, but she can feel him still watching. Little shivers of glee are pulsing up through her stomach, and despite herself she lets her mouth fall open, runs her tongue over her lips to feel the air kiss away the damp. Her feet, still solidly encased in skates, feel suddenly like they're gonna leave the ground.
"Wait a moment," he says, and reaches out and grasps her wrist. He's not holding her hard enough to force her to stop, but she does anyway, though she keeps her fingers where they are. That's plenty hot as well, the feel of them there but not moving... not yet. "I want an answer... any other stuff's just trimmings."
She sneers at him, though she knows it's a waste of time in the dark. "Trimmings, huh? Am I not your type?" And she reaches out and puts her other hand up between his legs. He is hard, but his voice hardly shakes at all as he replies, "Information's a useful thing, know what I'm saying?"
"And if I don't tell ya? Will you really rat me out to the others?" She's not sure now if she's angry with him or not. It's not like he's ever given the impression he actually gives a fuck about any of them. Or maybe it's that she's enjoying this, just a little, especially now that it's not just watching. The night air flicks the back of her thighs and her butt. She's not used to standing still for long. Get in, get out, no one gets hurt - that's how this usually is. You don't stand around and talk. But she's prepared to risk it for the moment.
"Haven't decided," he says, gripping her wrist a little tighter.
"Thought not." She starts to touch him, just lightly, and feels him harden under her palm almost immediately. Geez, someone's got a lot of pent-up emotion. "Okay. Why don't you ask a few questions, and I'll... see to the trimmings."
"Sounds..." And he swallows. "Sounds good."
"Let's see who cracks first." She lets him hear the smile in her voice.
He laughs, once, sharply, and she feels it jerk through him. "I... all right. You doing it for cash? I mean, are... are you just doing it cos you're an... unqualified rudie with no... transferable skills?"
"The cash is nice, but I could do without it." She presses even closer to him, so that her breasts are almost touching him.
"Okay, you... you doing it because..." She hears him stop, take a deep breath, but he's hard still. "Because you're fucked in the head and have a... death wish?"
"We're all rudies. Don't we all have death wishes?"
"Answer - answer the damn question."
"If I could do it somewhere that wasn't Kogane-cho, I would, and if I had a bodyguard to beat up the creepiest guys that'd be cool. So... probably..." She speaks as slowly as she can, feels him tense in irritation against her. "No." Reluctantly, she lets her free hand move away from between her legs, grabs his hand and pulls it up to place it on her breast. He mutters, "Cheat," but he's already caressing her, fingers hard, and - she hears her own breathing catch, damn, that was probably a bad move, I - Down in the dark it's opening, the air is cool there and hell it's like his touch is somehow both on her breast and there, wrenching out the good times; she can hardly hear him whisper, "If you met some guy, wouldja... stop?"
"I... that's not gonna... not gonna..." Oh hell, her legs are shaking - she bites down on the inside of her mouth but it's too late. "Oh, you bastard -" And then she's coming, her toes curling inside her skates and all the fire seems to rush out of her into the cool night.
She doesn't know whether Slate was ready to pop anyway or whether seeing - or feeling - her come is the finishing touch, but a few moments later he's drawn a sharp, almost angry breath, and his nails dig into her for a second - and she feels it under her hand before the tension drains away.
"Well?" he says at last.
"I was gonna say, that's not gonna happen," she says, although she's not at all sure that she would have said that, if she'd had more time to think.
"What?"
"Okay," she says, letting go of him now, stepping away, "I'll level with you. I figured ages ago I wasn't up for playing games to get guys, all right? Mew and Piranha act all pleasant and fun to be with and cute, and Cube - I dunno, I think things are different in America. Me, I can't do that stuff, and I sure wasn't gonna be all... some weird virgin loser. So I... well, my skates helped me out with all the rest of the shit in my life, didn't they? Now if you don't mind, I've got people to do, places to go..."
"Huh. That's bullshit," Slate says.
"Excuse me?"
"You're a rudie. Since when did you buy into the establishment line on anything?"
She snorts. "Whatever. Guys don't change that much by putting on a pair of skates. And 'sides, they always took me a hell of a lot more seriously without all the sex stuff hanging over us. Beat and Tab..." She stops, suddenly wishing she hadn't mentioned them.
"Beat and Tab'd like you no matter who you were banging."
"You're very idealistic suddenly. I always had you pegged as a cynical jerk."
"Well, I always had you pegged as someone with as much common sense as a rudie can have," he says flatly. "Wanting no-strings sex is one thing. This is somethin' else."
"Thank you, Mr Moral Majority. You still did it, didn't you?" She's almost shouting now, and she's this close to slapping him. "You can lecture me all you want, but you still stood there and let me jerk you off. Still told me you'd rat me out if I didn't! What did you get out of this, huh? Why don't you wanna play the dating games?"
For a moment she thinks he's gonna lose it and maybe actually hurt her, though she couldn't say why she thought that; perhaps it's just paranoia. Whatever, the next moment it's gone, and he seems calm again.
"You're right," he says. "S'your life."
"Exactly."
"But I'm sayin' come back tonight. We can talk about this when we're both less..."
"Horny?"
He snorts. "Whatever. Maybe... maybe you can ask the questions next time." And she hears him smile again. "Somewhere less dangerous."
She raises an eyebrow, though he can't see her face. "Oh, yes? Hmm... that sounds fun."
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Date: 2007-10-08 09:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-09 09:09 am (UTC)Thank you! Glad you liked it.
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Date: 2007-10-09 02:55 am (UTC)Overall, it was a great fic and I really enjoyed it! I've just got to finish your fic (I have been working on it--I've just been busy with some art memes in the meantime, but I have about an hour and a half of free time now) which I hope you will also enjoy.
Also, if the mood catches you, I would be very interested in doing a trade like this again. :)
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Date: 2007-10-09 09:08 am (UTC)Glad you liked the different spin on Gum too. I think possibly she was drawing from her JSRF self, but eh, JSR canon's flexible ^^
I look forward to your fic too!
Well, it seems to have worked well so far this time ;)
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Date: 2007-10-09 10:49 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-10-11 12:35 am (UTC)And on a general note, I APPROVE MUCHLY of you writing JSR fic again. :DD
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Date: 2007-10-11 08:22 am (UTC)Thanks! It was fun to do, once I got a plot anyway. Thanks for commenting! :D