Pairing: talks about Jesse/Vinnie but other than that there is no pairing
Summery: Jesse, slowly regaining his consciousness, opened his cloudy eyes and looked at the man standing over him, “Vin?” he asked, his voice raspy from lack of use.
“No, Jess. It, it's Garrett. Vin, uh... Vin’s dead, man. His funeral was this afternoon. You don't remember?”
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Don’t claim anything. Don’t know anything. Nothing is real.
Note: I posted this once before, over a year ago, but I fixed some things up so it’s a little better now. If you like it enough and want more, there is another part that I have written. If enough people want to read it, I’ll type it up.
Title: Hat Fetish. Author: VinnieFace. Pairing: Jesse/Vinnie, you sillies. Rating: NC-17. For language and oral sex. Summary: Jesse really likes hats.. Disclaimer: They own each other, honey. Author's Notes: Written in about 10 minutes. And it's short, and crappy. Oh, and based on this: JAZ: and i'm sure that jesse jerks off, smelling vinnie's hat ( I give you, Hat FetishCollapse )
Jesse moaned softly as he felt Vinnie's soft lips on the back of his neck. he felt arms around his waist and heard a whisper in his ear, "Come to bed with me."
And Jesse didn't need to be asked twice. Vinnie took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom, Jesse's heart beating furiously in his chest. Why was he so nervous? he wanted this. Vinnie wanted this. Vinnie's fingers intwined with Jesse's and he tugged him through the bedroom doorway, shutting the door soundly.
Vinnie's lips were back on Jesse and he just couldn't get enough of his taste. he pushed Jesse against the door and ground his hips into the other man's. Jesse whimpered and right then and there, Vinnie knew he had Jesse where he wanted. "Tell me what you want, Jess," he whispered seductively. "Tell me." his lips a feather like touch to Jesse's.
Jesse's hands shot up to Vinnie's dark hair. "Damn you. I want you to fuck me, please."
Vinnie made a face and pulled away from Jesse. "I'm not going to fuck you."
Jesse's face crumpled and he felt tears well up. What was Vinnie playing? His voice caught in his throat and he whispered, "Why?"
"Why the hell not? I don't want to fuck you, Jess. I want to make love to you," Vinnie said softly.
Jesse swallowed the lump he had in his throat and he didn't know what to say. He just pulled Vinnie's face close to his and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Vinnie... you don't know what you do to me."
Vinnie smirked. "Jesse, babe, you don't know what you do to me."
"Show me," Jesse suddenly said.
Jesse's blue eyes darkened with lust and love as Vinnie attached his mouth to the base of his neck and he moaned like a whore. Vinnie pressed his hips into his and growled, between sucking, "You make me so fuckin hard, Jess, so fuckin hard." Jesse loved how Vinnie reacted. hell, Vinnie made him hard by just looking at him!
This never happened. This was written around the wee hours of 5am, talking with Vinnie on AIM.
Title: Miami. Pairing:Jesse Lacey/Vinnie Accardi. Rating: PG Summary: Short drabble about 6 months anyversary. Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the persons involves in this piece neither know them. This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to the real life is just pure coincidence. Author's Notes: Written for my fanfic100 table, here. Comments and constructive criticism is welcome and highly appreciated, enjoy. Thanks to pookiechick for Betaing.
so... first off... lots of <3s for creating this community... aaand, yeah, I thought I'd post something and see whether or not you like it ;) (and hope we didn't miss out on too many spelling/syntax error's)
Why, hello everyone. This is 1 of 2 of your maintainers, Vinnie. This community was created to honor the pairing of Vinnie Accardi and Jesse Lacey of the band Brand New. We just got it up yesterday, but feel free to post any pictures or fanfictions you have that are Jesse/Vinnie related. Of course, no other pairing is allowed. I hope you enjoy your stay. If you need to contact me, my AIM is br4nd new X, and my e-mail is firstname.lastname@example.org.