I Got the Robbin' Blues
by Amazon X
Summary: What's next for The Robber? And what's his real name?
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, I have no money.
Author's Notes: I was wondering what to write for the NickZone Lyric Wheel and couldn't come up with anything. This just struck me hard, out of no where. So I figured, go with it while it's in my head. And here it is. Thank you, Aunt Ursula, for the name. I love it! And thanks Sue, for running a lyric wheel that isn't all about XF Only! Lyrics Provided By Sue--you can ignore the email that said I wouldn't do this, since...I did it. Heh.
Pairing: Robber
Rated: Adults Only (bad words and sex)
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I fucking love driving. Especially when I don't own the car. It means I can do whatever the fuck I want. I can speed, fishtail, crash, whatever. Stealing cars is so much easier than that store-robbing shit. Why the fuck didn't I think of this before?
Well, that last town sucked a big fuckin' moose cock. I'm so damned glad I left Canada. Nice place, but it's too fuckin' cold up there, rains too much. I'm trying America. It's where I learned to steal cars. Drove all the way through Washington (fuckin' hippies) and Orgegon (more fuckin' hippies) to Nevada, then on to Vegas!
Yes sir-ee-bob, Las Vegas was a nice town. But the bitches there sucked. Yeah, OK, so I didn't win big at the tables. Not a problem, really. I mean, hey, I just wanted a blowjob. But nooooo; unless you win big, the hot whores don't want anything to do with you.
Found me a nice boy, though. Yeah, I know, so what's the diff between that and me being a fairy? Well, I pitch, he catches. He sucks, I get sucked. Well, I jerk him. Ok, I sucked him a few times, all right. There, you happy? He told me about Reno. Reno's supposed to be some cooler-than-Vegas place. I mean, just like Vegas, but not as fucked up. I mean, not as pretentious. And shit, I hate those uppity fuckers who look down at me cuz I still like butterfly collars and bellbottoms. Fuck them.
His name is Justin. He's blonde and blue-eyed. Pretty as a girl. He says he's already 18, but I can tell he's still only like 16. But I don't hit him, or nothing. I feed him. Let him shower and wash his clothes and all that. He likes me. I like him. So, maybe I'll turn fairy.
Reno's gonna be better, I know it. I'll win big there. Get a place for Justin and me. We'll do just great. We'll lay in the sun by our pool all day, suck each other off, get guys to do it for us, yeah, that'll be it. That's the life, huh?
I mean, it's a nice dream, right? I do that a lot. Especially when I'm driving, since Justin is sleeping. My mom always said, "Your Achilles Heel is a tendency to dream." Whatever the fuck that meant. I took off about a month after she died. I was fifteen and the old man was just drunk all the time. I was not gonna get hit no more, you know? Theresa had taken off when she got pregnant. Mom wanted her to stay, take care of her. We didn't know the cancer would come back after they cut her tits off. But it did. And I helped out much as I could. Quit school and sat with her.
Dad cried for four days until she was buried. Then he took off his belt and beat the shit out of me for staying home, being a sissy-boy taking care of his mommy. Man, she needed the fucking help! She was throwing up all the time, lost all her hair. If he didn't lose his fucking job, she coulda gone to a hospital to die all clean. But hey, that's in the fuckin' past right? Up there where it's always fuckin' cold and raining and shit. Fuck Vancouver.
Justin looks over at me and smiles. "Hey, I'm hungry. Let's stop, OK? We can get something to eat at a truck stop or something."
"Yeah and get the shit beat out of us for being fags, right? No fucking way. We got a little time, we'll eat when we get to a motel. I still got some cash left, OK?"
He smiles at me. So sugar-sweet he is. He kisses like an angel. I'm gonna take good care of him. Make sure he's always safe, so that bruise on his back goes away. No more rough tricks for him. He's mine.
That night, in the motel bed, sweaty and tired, he straddles my lap, like he wants another ride, and says, "Hey, in Reno, we can get acting jobs, you know? Like dinner theater and stuff like that. We could be actors, you know? No more robbing and stealing."
"Yeah, and no more sucking strange cocks for you, either. You only suck mine. Yeah, you can do that. I can't do that shit. You're gonna be a star, kiddo, not me."
"Oh, come on! It'll be fun! At least audition with me, OK?"
He slides his soft arms around my neck, raking his hands through my hair. I hate my fuckin' hair. Dad's curly fuckin' hair.
"Let me cut your hair, OK? I'll make it look really good, I promise."
"Yeah, kid, in the morning. Let's get some sleep, OK?" I kiss him again, quieting his enthusiasm. I'm not a kid anymore. One good hard fuck and I need some sleep. But I like to cuddle with him. His body is still soft like a kid's with a little paunchy belly. But he shaves. The boy is becoming a man. And I'm gonna protect him.
"Thanks, John. Heh, I love how your parents named you that, and your last name is Wayne. My second stepdad loved John Wayne movies."
Shit, should I tell him? Fuck it, who's he gonna tell? "It's not my real name."
"Oh? You're running from the law, so that makes sense. What's your real name?"
He presses his soft lips against my neck, just the right spot to make me bone up for him again. His hands reach down and start working me into a big stiffie.
"If you tell me, I'll suck you again."
"Hiram. My full real name is Hiram Marion Hinkle. OK?"
"OK, John." He just smiles at me, doesn't laugh or nothing, and starts bowing down to suck my cock. But I stop him, pulling him back up to kiss me. I love kissing this kid's mouth. "How 'bout I roll over and you...you know..."
"What? Top you? You want me to do you? Really?"
He's smiling so wide and happy. "Yeah, just be slow, OK? It's like..."
"Your first time? Wow, thanks, John." He kisses me again and I roll over for him. He didn't laugh at me. Just called me John. Kid's a good actor. Gonna be a star.
The End
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All the Way to Reno (You're Gonna Be a Star), by REM
Humming
All the way to Reno
Youve dusted the non believers
And challenged the laws of chance
Now, sweet
You were so sugar sweet
You may as well have had kick me
Fastened on your sleeve
You know what you are
You're gonna be a star
Wing
Is written on your feet
Your achilles heel
Is a tendency
To dream
But youve know that from the beginning
You didnt have to go so far
You didnt have to go.
You know what you are
You're gonna be a star
You know who you are
Humming
All the way to Reno,
Youve written your own directions
And whistled the rules of change
You know what you are
You're gonna be a star
Humming
All the way to Reno
You're gonna be a star, you are
You're gonna be a star
End
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