"Start"
Title: Start
Author: myaurasmiles
Fandom: Bandom - The Used
Pairing: Dan/Jepha
Rating: R
Word Count: ~1500 words
Summary: A series of beginnings.
Notes: For The Used Multimedia Exchange. savorvrymoment asked for Dan/Jepha “first times”. Huge thanks to cool_rain_kiss for Betaing and just-katarin for moral support. Also thanks to 7iris for putting the exchange together.
The four of them were sitting around smoking, Bert and Quinn giggling about something completely inane on the floor while Dan and Jepha sat on the couch, enjoying the sounds of laughter and the bus engine’s hum. Dan still had half of a lit joint in his hand, taking a hit occasionally. Jepha pawed at Dan’s arm like a lazy old dog and Dan lifted the joint to Jepha’s lips automatically, watching him suck in smoke as his lips brushed Dan’s hand.
Jepha opened his eyes just in time to see Quinn blowing smoke into Zelda’s ear. “Dude, stop it.”
“Stop what?” Quinn asked innocently, sitting up and leaning away from Zelda and falling over backwards onto Bert.
“She’s tiny. She doesn’t need that much.” He tossed a pillow at Quinn, missing him entirely. Zelda ran after the pillow, dragging it back to Jepha and dropping it at his feet.
Dan laughed, leaning heavily on Jepha. “Dude, that pillow is bigger than she is.”
Jepha leaned down to pick her up, letting Dan fall into the warm space between his back and the back of the couch and held Zelda on his lap, rubbing his nose against hers and getting licked in the eye in return.
Dan scrambled back up, gently pushing Jepha back into place and leaning on him again. Zelda wedged herself into the tight space between their legs and Jepha laughed. “You’re touchy.”
“Shut up.”
*
Things felt great. Jepha felt great. Dan really felt like part of the band. It seemed totally natural to just hang all over him the way he always had with Bert and Quinn. It was maybe less natural when Dan, completely sober and covered in post-show sweat, bent down to kiss him quickly.
Jepha blinked. “What?”
“What?” Dan blinked back. “We can shotgun, but kissing is such a big jump? Bert and Quinn do shit like that all the time.”
“Bert and Quinn aren’t exactly the picture of normalcy,” Jepha shot back.
“Yeah, but… Nevermind. Sorry. Won’t happen again.” Dan turned to walk away.
Jepha grabbed his wrist, tugging until he turned around. “Sorry. Just… Branden never would have done that.”
Dan smiled sadly. “I’m not Branden.”
“I didn’t-”
“Let me know when you do.” Dan pulled his arm free and walked away. Jepha watched him go.
*
Jepha walked back to the bus with a bag of fast food. “Lunch! Anyone around?”
“Just me,” Dan’s response echoed from the back lounge.
Jepha walked to the back of the bus and sat next to Dan, opening the bag and fishing out a sandwich and some fries. “I went out with some kids. I figured I’d bring some food back in case anyone was hungry.”
Dan smiled, warm and genuine. “Thanks. All we have is ramen and that thing Bert made with marshmallows.”
“Yeah, don’t eat that.” Jepha pulled a box over with his foot and put his legs up on it with a thunk. “You’ll regret it.” He said, stealing the remote and flipping channels as Dan ate. “Hey, so I was thinking.”
Dan swallowed a mouthful of burger. “A rarity.”
“Shut up. I was thinking. If you, uh, wanted to kiss me again, I wouldn’t protest. I don’t think.” Jepha stared at the screen.
“Oh, yeah?” Dan ate a fry.
“Yeah.” Jepha turned to look at Dan.
Dan grinned. “Next you’ll be throwing china patterns at me.”
“Fuck you.” Jepha rolled his eyes, cracking a smile.
“Really, you’re a fucking romantic.”
Jepha tried to scowl and laughed. “Asshole.” He leaned up to kiss Dan quickly. Dan turned, pinning him to the couch and knocking spongy fries all over the busy bus carpet, too busy laughing to continue his previously planned course of action.
*
For a while, it had seemed as if the partying would slow down. Jepha had definitely noticed a newly-revived up-swing around the time Dan joined the band. Still, he hadn’t been this drunk in a long time. Quinn, being the sloppiest drunk he’d ever seen, had passed out on the floor a few rounds of Smash Bros. earlier, leaving him with Dan and Bert. (Not that Quinn’s constantly making pink Luigi walk off the level constituted as playing at all, anyway.)
Bert begged off after a few more rounds, stepping on an impossible-to-disturb Quinn on the way to his bunk and probably leaving a bruise on Quinn that none of them would be able to figure out the origin of in the morning. Dan stretched and stood up to grab another beer, flopping down on the couch and kicking Jepha’s hip hard.
Jepha kicked back. “The fuck?”
“Ow! Dude, why the fuck did you kick me?” Dan sat up.
Jepha frowned. “You kicked first, asshole.”
“I did?” Dan blinked. “Want me to kiss it and make it better?”
“Yes.”
Dan shifted, bending dramatically and lifting Jepha’s shirt to kiss his hip bone.
Jepha froze. “I wasn’t… I was joking.”
Dan lightly skated over the still-forming bruise with his fingers. “It’s not too bad.”
Jepha shifted under his fingers. “No.”
Dan leaned his head on Jepha’s shoulder, fingers tracing circles around the mark. “You’ll be okay. It’s on my word as a medical professional.”
Jepha laughed, causing Dan’s fingers to slip just under his waistband. He stiffened as Dan’s fingers kept tracing circles around nothing, shifting further down.
Dan’s fingers hit the hair just over Jepha’s cock and he inhaled sharply. “What are you doing?”
Dan ducked his head to kiss Jepha’s neck. “Kissing it better.”
“Oh.” Jepha let his head fall back as his pants fell open. “Carry on.”
*
Jepha wasn’t quite sure when a few gropes and kisses turned into something more serious. It was like just yesterday they’d met and now they were naked in a halfway-decent motel room and they were-“Ow, you cuntsteak!”
Dan tried not to laugh. “Dude, are you okay?”
“That was my eye!” Jepha yelled, running into the bathroom. “Your cock just hit me in the motherfucking eye.”
Dan sat up. “No shit. I wasn’t really looking.” He got up to follow Jepha. “What are you doing in here?”
Jepha was bending to get his eye under the rusty faucet. “It burns.”
Dan walked up behind Jepha, resting his hands on Jepha’s hips and bending down to kiss his shoulder. “Okay?”
Jepha blinked, straightening up with his back against Dan’s chest and smiling. “Yeah.”
Dan smiled. “At least I didn’t come in your eye.”
“I would have killed you.” Jepha closed his eyes, relaxing and pushing away from the stained white counter in front of him.
Dan let his hand wander down over Jepha’s hip to wrap around his cock. “How are you going to kill a man twice your size? Besides, you love that sick, Japanese shit.”
Jepha’s do not turned into a moan as Dan led him back to the bed.
“Don’t even try to argue.” Dan pushed him back onto the bed, climbing over him. “I saw that sick animated shit you have on your computer.”
“Zelda put it there.”
Dan bent his neck to kiss Jepha’s neck, whispering, “Your dog downloaded fucked up tentacle rape shit on your computer?”
Jepha bit his lip, squirming under Dan’s weight. “Quinn’s a really bad influence, okay?”
Dan laughed and bit at Jepha’s shoulder. “He’s not the only one.”
“Hey, are you going to fuck me or what?” Jepha squirmed again.
Dan bit Jepha’s nipple, eliciting a gasp from him. “Eventually.” He trailed kisses down the other man’s chest, drumming his fingers on Jepha’s bony hip.
Jepha scowled, leaning up on his elbows. “Tease.”
“Nah.” Dan ducked his head to lick at the head of Jepha’s cock. Jepha whimpered, spreading his legs. Dan grinned. “How much do you want me to fuck you?”
“About as much as I want to hit you right now. So, a lot, really.”
Dan laughed, crawling back up the bed and pushing Jepha flat on his back. “You get so worked up.”
“Look, if you won’t fuck me, I’ll go find someone who will,” Jepha threatened.
Dan grabbed Jepha’s wrists, pinning them over his head with one hand and grinning. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Jepha groaned, bucking his hips under Dan as he reached for the lube on the bedside table, popping the cap one-handed and spreading it on his fingers.
Dan prepared Jepha carefully, one finger at a time until Jepha all but begged. Sliding on a condom and slicking himself, he slid into Jepha, still pinning his hands above his head and moving slowly, almost not at all for the first few minutes.
By the end, Jepha was whining and rocking up against Dan’s larger frame, begging to come.
Afterwards, Jepha lay pressed against Dan’s side, panting lightly against his neck. “I was thinking. If you wanted to fuck me again, I wouldn’t protest. I don’t think.”
Author: myaurasmiles
Fandom: Bandom - The Used
Pairing: Dan/Jepha
Rating: R
Word Count: ~1500 words
Summary: A series of beginnings.
Notes: For The Used Multimedia Exchange. savorvrymoment asked for Dan/Jepha “first times”. Huge thanks to cool_rain_kiss for Betaing and just-katarin for moral support. Also thanks to 7iris for putting the exchange together.
The four of them were sitting around smoking, Bert and Quinn giggling about something completely inane on the floor while Dan and Jepha sat on the couch, enjoying the sounds of laughter and the bus engine’s hum. Dan still had half of a lit joint in his hand, taking a hit occasionally. Jepha pawed at Dan’s arm like a lazy old dog and Dan lifted the joint to Jepha’s lips automatically, watching him suck in smoke as his lips brushed Dan’s hand.
Jepha opened his eyes just in time to see Quinn blowing smoke into Zelda’s ear. “Dude, stop it.”
“Stop what?” Quinn asked innocently, sitting up and leaning away from Zelda and falling over backwards onto Bert.
“She’s tiny. She doesn’t need that much.” He tossed a pillow at Quinn, missing him entirely. Zelda ran after the pillow, dragging it back to Jepha and dropping it at his feet.
Dan laughed, leaning heavily on Jepha. “Dude, that pillow is bigger than she is.”
Jepha leaned down to pick her up, letting Dan fall into the warm space between his back and the back of the couch and held Zelda on his lap, rubbing his nose against hers and getting licked in the eye in return.
Dan scrambled back up, gently pushing Jepha back into place and leaning on him again. Zelda wedged herself into the tight space between their legs and Jepha laughed. “You’re touchy.”
“Shut up.”
*
Things felt great. Jepha felt great. Dan really felt like part of the band. It seemed totally natural to just hang all over him the way he always had with Bert and Quinn. It was maybe less natural when Dan, completely sober and covered in post-show sweat, bent down to kiss him quickly.
Jepha blinked. “What?”
“What?” Dan blinked back. “We can shotgun, but kissing is such a big jump? Bert and Quinn do shit like that all the time.”
“Bert and Quinn aren’t exactly the picture of normalcy,” Jepha shot back.
“Yeah, but… Nevermind. Sorry. Won’t happen again.” Dan turned to walk away.
Jepha grabbed his wrist, tugging until he turned around. “Sorry. Just… Branden never would have done that.”
Dan smiled sadly. “I’m not Branden.”
“I didn’t-”
“Let me know when you do.” Dan pulled his arm free and walked away. Jepha watched him go.
*
Jepha walked back to the bus with a bag of fast food. “Lunch! Anyone around?”
“Just me,” Dan’s response echoed from the back lounge.
Jepha walked to the back of the bus and sat next to Dan, opening the bag and fishing out a sandwich and some fries. “I went out with some kids. I figured I’d bring some food back in case anyone was hungry.”
Dan smiled, warm and genuine. “Thanks. All we have is ramen and that thing Bert made with marshmallows.”
“Yeah, don’t eat that.” Jepha pulled a box over with his foot and put his legs up on it with a thunk. “You’ll regret it.” He said, stealing the remote and flipping channels as Dan ate. “Hey, so I was thinking.”
Dan swallowed a mouthful of burger. “A rarity.”
“Shut up. I was thinking. If you, uh, wanted to kiss me again, I wouldn’t protest. I don’t think.” Jepha stared at the screen.
“Oh, yeah?” Dan ate a fry.
“Yeah.” Jepha turned to look at Dan.
Dan grinned. “Next you’ll be throwing china patterns at me.”
“Fuck you.” Jepha rolled his eyes, cracking a smile.
“Really, you’re a fucking romantic.”
Jepha tried to scowl and laughed. “Asshole.” He leaned up to kiss Dan quickly. Dan turned, pinning him to the couch and knocking spongy fries all over the busy bus carpet, too busy laughing to continue his previously planned course of action.
*
For a while, it had seemed as if the partying would slow down. Jepha had definitely noticed a newly-revived up-swing around the time Dan joined the band. Still, he hadn’t been this drunk in a long time. Quinn, being the sloppiest drunk he’d ever seen, had passed out on the floor a few rounds of Smash Bros. earlier, leaving him with Dan and Bert. (Not that Quinn’s constantly making pink Luigi walk off the level constituted as playing at all, anyway.)
Bert begged off after a few more rounds, stepping on an impossible-to-disturb Quinn on the way to his bunk and probably leaving a bruise on Quinn that none of them would be able to figure out the origin of in the morning. Dan stretched and stood up to grab another beer, flopping down on the couch and kicking Jepha’s hip hard.
Jepha kicked back. “The fuck?”
“Ow! Dude, why the fuck did you kick me?” Dan sat up.
Jepha frowned. “You kicked first, asshole.”
“I did?” Dan blinked. “Want me to kiss it and make it better?”
“Yes.”
Dan shifted, bending dramatically and lifting Jepha’s shirt to kiss his hip bone.
Jepha froze. “I wasn’t… I was joking.”
Dan lightly skated over the still-forming bruise with his fingers. “It’s not too bad.”
Jepha shifted under his fingers. “No.”
Dan leaned his head on Jepha’s shoulder, fingers tracing circles around the mark. “You’ll be okay. It’s on my word as a medical professional.”
Jepha laughed, causing Dan’s fingers to slip just under his waistband. He stiffened as Dan’s fingers kept tracing circles around nothing, shifting further down.
Dan’s fingers hit the hair just over Jepha’s cock and he inhaled sharply. “What are you doing?”
Dan ducked his head to kiss Jepha’s neck. “Kissing it better.”
“Oh.” Jepha let his head fall back as his pants fell open. “Carry on.”
*
Jepha wasn’t quite sure when a few gropes and kisses turned into something more serious. It was like just yesterday they’d met and now they were naked in a halfway-decent motel room and they were-“Ow, you cuntsteak!”
Dan tried not to laugh. “Dude, are you okay?”
“That was my eye!” Jepha yelled, running into the bathroom. “Your cock just hit me in the motherfucking eye.”
Dan sat up. “No shit. I wasn’t really looking.” He got up to follow Jepha. “What are you doing in here?”
Jepha was bending to get his eye under the rusty faucet. “It burns.”
Dan walked up behind Jepha, resting his hands on Jepha’s hips and bending down to kiss his shoulder. “Okay?”
Jepha blinked, straightening up with his back against Dan’s chest and smiling. “Yeah.”
Dan smiled. “At least I didn’t come in your eye.”
“I would have killed you.” Jepha closed his eyes, relaxing and pushing away from the stained white counter in front of him.
Dan let his hand wander down over Jepha’s hip to wrap around his cock. “How are you going to kill a man twice your size? Besides, you love that sick, Japanese shit.”
Jepha’s do not turned into a moan as Dan led him back to the bed.
“Don’t even try to argue.” Dan pushed him back onto the bed, climbing over him. “I saw that sick animated shit you have on your computer.”
“Zelda put it there.”
Dan bent his neck to kiss Jepha’s neck, whispering, “Your dog downloaded fucked up tentacle rape shit on your computer?”
Jepha bit his lip, squirming under Dan’s weight. “Quinn’s a really bad influence, okay?”
Dan laughed and bit at Jepha’s shoulder. “He’s not the only one.”
“Hey, are you going to fuck me or what?” Jepha squirmed again.
Dan bit Jepha’s nipple, eliciting a gasp from him. “Eventually.” He trailed kisses down the other man’s chest, drumming his fingers on Jepha’s bony hip.
Jepha scowled, leaning up on his elbows. “Tease.”
“Nah.” Dan ducked his head to lick at the head of Jepha’s cock. Jepha whimpered, spreading his legs. Dan grinned. “How much do you want me to fuck you?”
“About as much as I want to hit you right now. So, a lot, really.”
Dan laughed, crawling back up the bed and pushing Jepha flat on his back. “You get so worked up.”
“Look, if you won’t fuck me, I’ll go find someone who will,” Jepha threatened.
Dan grabbed Jepha’s wrists, pinning them over his head with one hand and grinning. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Jepha groaned, bucking his hips under Dan as he reached for the lube on the bedside table, popping the cap one-handed and spreading it on his fingers.
Dan prepared Jepha carefully, one finger at a time until Jepha all but begged. Sliding on a condom and slicking himself, he slid into Jepha, still pinning his hands above his head and moving slowly, almost not at all for the first few minutes.
By the end, Jepha was whining and rocking up against Dan’s larger frame, begging to come.
Afterwards, Jepha lay pressed against Dan’s side, panting lightly against his neck. “I was thinking. If you wanted to fuck me again, I wouldn’t protest. I don’t think.”