Mashed Potato Heart
V-D Day
Prisonverse, Dan/Jepha for apiphile
schmoop_bingo fill: Valentine’s Day: Disastrous
“Frank, I love you bro, I do, but get the fuck outta here,” Jepha mumbles when Dan appears in the doorway of their cell. Dan shoves his hand down one pocket and tosses a pack of cigarettes in Frank’s direction.
“No, it’s cool. We’re going out,” Dan says. “C’mere, Jeph-Jeph-Jepharee. Happy VD Day, Frank.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Frank mumbles, lighting up and lying back. Jepha pats Frank’s head as he leaves the cell. Bryar isn’t working today, so Frank is sulking and pissy without someone to fuck around with on Valentine’s Day.
Jepha, on the other hand, is a very happy little pervert. Dan hooks one long Dan-finger through the dingy shoelace around Jepha’s wrist and leads him down the block. Dan is humming something, some made-up mash-up of noises and old pop songs.
“Where’re we going?” he finally asks, when they pass the door to out, to the yard.
“It’s a surprise, a romantic-schmantic surpriiiise for Valentine’s Day,” Dan answers, tugging him forward suddenly so Jepha trips over his own feet and hits the wall face-first. The painted cinderblocks are cold and rough against his cheek, which is still vaguely sore from Dan smacking him around a few days ago. Jepha doesn’t try to hide his stupid dribble of a smile at the ache in his face.
“Come on, don’t get all ahead of the schedule,” Dan says, and pulls on his wrist again. Jepha follows after him again, rubbing his cheek with his free hand. Allman shuffles past them in the hallway, looking bleary and smelling like weed. Jepha smiles at him and gets a startled look in return. He’s probably been smoking up with Bert, Jepha thinks. Allman is good people, for a screw.
“Aaaand tadaaa,” Dan interrupts Jepha’s pondering of whether or not to hit up Bert for more pot later by shoving him into the cafeteria.
“This is the cafeteria,” Jepha points out. It isn’t exactly the most romantic place in the pen. Not that there’s really anywhere romantic in Arthur Kill, but the cafeteria is pretty freaking public.
“This is the cafeteria between meals,” Dan corrects, dragging Jepha to a table in the middle of the room. “Sit. Stay.”
Jepha sits, and stays.
Dan leaves him there and goes to the food line, talks to the hairnets behind it and gets two trays. Jepha’s leg is jiggling under the table. He can still feel the pressure of Dan’s fingers around his wrist, under his bracelet. He pokes at his cheek for a second.
“For you, Jepharee,” Dan announces, and drops a tray in front of him. Jepha looks down at the food Dan has somehow managed to buy or bribe or barter for off-schedule. Mashed potatoes and peas have been pushed into a lopsided, green and yellowy heart on his tray. Jepha tucks his chin to his sternum to hide his grin, poking at the stale roll on the tray with his spork. When he looks up, Dan is watching him with froggy eyes, drumming his fingers on the table. “Dan makes Jepha smile?”
“Dan makes Jepha smile,” Jepha agrees, kicking Dan’s shin under the table. Dan kicks him back, then grabs his wrist, pinning it to the tabletop.
“Eat eat eat, Jepha will need energy for later,” Dan orders, pushing his wrist down further. Jepha squirms in place but starts eating, digging his spork into his potato-heart.
“What’re you doing in here?” Bryar’s voice is gruff behind Jepha’s back. “It’s not meal time.”
“Sorry, C.O., Allman knows we’re here and signed off on it,” Dan answers for them. Jepha doesn’t turn around. Frank’ll be glad to see Bryar, but right now Jepha just wants to eat his stupid stomach-fluttering potatoes in privacy. Bryar grunts behind them, mumbles something. It sounds like stupid fucking Quinn.
“Fine. But don’t be here long,” he says, and Jepha listens to heavy shoes thud out of the cafeteria. He keeps shoveling potatoes into his mouth- they’re flavorless instant potatos with grayish stale peas in them, but they’re fucking delicious because Dan got them for him. Jepha knows this is stupid and sappy, but it’s really hard to care about that when Dan’s thumb is over his pulse. Across the table, Dan is eating just as fast as he is, only stopping to grin at him with his dorky Dan-face.
“Done?” Dan asks when Jepha starts mopping up the potatoes with his roll. “We have more to do, Jepharee.” Jepha nods, and Dan takes the tray from him. Jepha stays at the table, fidgeting, while Dan dumps the dirty trays in the proper dumping spot. “Up up up,” Dan orders him, making flapping stand-up motions.
Jepha stands, and Dan grabs him around the waist to haul him over the bench. He folds in half over Dan’s arms, limp like an old john’s dick, and grins when Dan digs fingers into his sides. “To the laundry room!” Dan declares, plopping Jepha down on his own feet. Jepha trails along beside Dan out of the cafeteria, his wrist back in Dan’s hand.
They walk into a circle of guys bellowing and wagering, with the sounds of flesh smacking flesh and concrete echoing off the walls. Jepha shivers in his jumpsuit at that. Dan is going to hit him, and it will make that noise.
Dan’s fingers tighten around his wrist and he gets pulled to the side just as the fight breaks through the circle and comes tumbling towards them down the hall. It’s three thugs that Jepha doesn’t know beating each other bloody; he stomps on a hand that grabs for his ankle and doesn’t feel remotely guilty about the grinding crunch that sounds a lot like small bones breaking. “Let’s go, c’mon,” Dan says, and they squeeze past the crowd before the guards show up and throw everyone back in their cells.
Bryar storms by in a pack of guards and shoves Jepha into Dan; he looks extra-pissed and extra-flushed as Jepha watches him wade into the fight. Frank isn’t far behind, looking smug when he sees them.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Dan,” Frank drawls, smirking behind his cigarette. Dan tips an imaginary hat to him and hauls Jepha further down the hallway towards the laundry room.
Jepha is very fond of the laundry room. It has a lot of very fond memories attached to it. Dan picks Jepha up and manhandles him over to their machine, the first one Dan bent him over and smacked him and dicked him up the ass. Jepha gets plopped ass-first on top of the machine, with Dan between his knees.
“Dan has Jepha kisses?”
“Dan has,” Jepha agrees, and leans down to follow through with that. He kisses Dan’s cheek, then his mouth. Dan holds his knees and stands on his toes to kiss back. They don’t get a lot of time usually, so if Dan’s pulled strings to get the laundry room to themselves for a while Jepha wants to take advantage of it.
“It’s my favorite assbites!”
Dan swears against Jepha’s face. Bert is awesome, but his timing is shit.
“Roberto!” Dan looks back over his shoulder at Bert. Jepha shoves his face in Dan’s hair, smelling dan-sweat and prison-issue shampoo and stale smoke. “You are our favorite buttmuncher but you need to get the fuck out of here so I can fuck Jepha til he comes out his eyeballs!” Jepha laughs into Dan’s scalp and gets a mouthful of hair.
“I can’t get in the way of true love,” Bert says, and shuffles out again.
“Fucking crazy person,” Jepha mumbles and Dan laughs, kisses him. Jepha slides his arms around Dan’s neck and they’re off again.
“You are gonna beg me for a blowjob,” Dan informs him, when Jepha’s uniform is half-off and his dick is half-hard.
“Is that trufax?” Jepha says, laughing. He reaches down to adjust his dick in his boxers, and Dan smacks his hand away.
“It is the truest of facts. Now ask nice.”
“Pleeeease Dan? Suck my dick?” Jepha asks nice. “Please?”
“Beg, Jephaaaa.”
“Pretty please Dan please give me a blow job please?”
Dan pats Jepha’s cheek fondly. “Good boy,” he says, and gets Jepha’s shorts open. Jepha groans and pets Dan’s hair when he gets fingers on his dick, then mouth.
“Back to your block! Lockdown!” a sharp voice- English, Bellamy- bellows from the doorway.
Prisonverse, Dan/Jepha for apiphile
schmoop_bingo fill: Valentine’s Day: Disastrous
“Frank, I love you bro, I do, but get the fuck outta here,” Jepha mumbles when Dan appears in the doorway of their cell. Dan shoves his hand down one pocket and tosses a pack of cigarettes in Frank’s direction.
“No, it’s cool. We’re going out,” Dan says. “C’mere, Jeph-Jeph-Jepharee. Happy VD Day, Frank.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Frank mumbles, lighting up and lying back. Jepha pats Frank’s head as he leaves the cell. Bryar isn’t working today, so Frank is sulking and pissy without someone to fuck around with on Valentine’s Day.
Jepha, on the other hand, is a very happy little pervert. Dan hooks one long Dan-finger through the dingy shoelace around Jepha’s wrist and leads him down the block. Dan is humming something, some made-up mash-up of noises and old pop songs.
“Where’re we going?” he finally asks, when they pass the door to out, to the yard.
“It’s a surprise, a romantic-schmantic surpriiiise for Valentine’s Day,” Dan answers, tugging him forward suddenly so Jepha trips over his own feet and hits the wall face-first. The painted cinderblocks are cold and rough against his cheek, which is still vaguely sore from Dan smacking him around a few days ago. Jepha doesn’t try to hide his stupid dribble of a smile at the ache in his face.
“Come on, don’t get all ahead of the schedule,” Dan says, and pulls on his wrist again. Jepha follows after him again, rubbing his cheek with his free hand. Allman shuffles past them in the hallway, looking bleary and smelling like weed. Jepha smiles at him and gets a startled look in return. He’s probably been smoking up with Bert, Jepha thinks. Allman is good people, for a screw.
“Aaaand tadaaa,” Dan interrupts Jepha’s pondering of whether or not to hit up Bert for more pot later by shoving him into the cafeteria.
“This is the cafeteria,” Jepha points out. It isn’t exactly the most romantic place in the pen. Not that there’s really anywhere romantic in Arthur Kill, but the cafeteria is pretty freaking public.
“This is the cafeteria between meals,” Dan corrects, dragging Jepha to a table in the middle of the room. “Sit. Stay.”
Jepha sits, and stays.
Dan leaves him there and goes to the food line, talks to the hairnets behind it and gets two trays. Jepha’s leg is jiggling under the table. He can still feel the pressure of Dan’s fingers around his wrist, under his bracelet. He pokes at his cheek for a second.
“For you, Jepharee,” Dan announces, and drops a tray in front of him. Jepha looks down at the food Dan has somehow managed to buy or bribe or barter for off-schedule. Mashed potatoes and peas have been pushed into a lopsided, green and yellowy heart on his tray. Jepha tucks his chin to his sternum to hide his grin, poking at the stale roll on the tray with his spork. When he looks up, Dan is watching him with froggy eyes, drumming his fingers on the table. “Dan makes Jepha smile?”
“Dan makes Jepha smile,” Jepha agrees, kicking Dan’s shin under the table. Dan kicks him back, then grabs his wrist, pinning it to the tabletop.
“Eat eat eat, Jepha will need energy for later,” Dan orders, pushing his wrist down further. Jepha squirms in place but starts eating, digging his spork into his potato-heart.
“What’re you doing in here?” Bryar’s voice is gruff behind Jepha’s back. “It’s not meal time.”
“Sorry, C.O., Allman knows we’re here and signed off on it,” Dan answers for them. Jepha doesn’t turn around. Frank’ll be glad to see Bryar, but right now Jepha just wants to eat his stupid stomach-fluttering potatoes in privacy. Bryar grunts behind them, mumbles something. It sounds like stupid fucking Quinn.
“Fine. But don’t be here long,” he says, and Jepha listens to heavy shoes thud out of the cafeteria. He keeps shoveling potatoes into his mouth- they’re flavorless instant potatos with grayish stale peas in them, but they’re fucking delicious because Dan got them for him. Jepha knows this is stupid and sappy, but it’s really hard to care about that when Dan’s thumb is over his pulse. Across the table, Dan is eating just as fast as he is, only stopping to grin at him with his dorky Dan-face.
“Done?” Dan asks when Jepha starts mopping up the potatoes with his roll. “We have more to do, Jepharee.” Jepha nods, and Dan takes the tray from him. Jepha stays at the table, fidgeting, while Dan dumps the dirty trays in the proper dumping spot. “Up up up,” Dan orders him, making flapping stand-up motions.
Jepha stands, and Dan grabs him around the waist to haul him over the bench. He folds in half over Dan’s arms, limp like an old john’s dick, and grins when Dan digs fingers into his sides. “To the laundry room!” Dan declares, plopping Jepha down on his own feet. Jepha trails along beside Dan out of the cafeteria, his wrist back in Dan’s hand.
They walk into a circle of guys bellowing and wagering, with the sounds of flesh smacking flesh and concrete echoing off the walls. Jepha shivers in his jumpsuit at that. Dan is going to hit him, and it will make that noise.
Dan’s fingers tighten around his wrist and he gets pulled to the side just as the fight breaks through the circle and comes tumbling towards them down the hall. It’s three thugs that Jepha doesn’t know beating each other bloody; he stomps on a hand that grabs for his ankle and doesn’t feel remotely guilty about the grinding crunch that sounds a lot like small bones breaking. “Let’s go, c’mon,” Dan says, and they squeeze past the crowd before the guards show up and throw everyone back in their cells.
Bryar storms by in a pack of guards and shoves Jepha into Dan; he looks extra-pissed and extra-flushed as Jepha watches him wade into the fight. Frank isn’t far behind, looking smug when he sees them.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Dan,” Frank drawls, smirking behind his cigarette. Dan tips an imaginary hat to him and hauls Jepha further down the hallway towards the laundry room.
Jepha is very fond of the laundry room. It has a lot of very fond memories attached to it. Dan picks Jepha up and manhandles him over to their machine, the first one Dan bent him over and smacked him and dicked him up the ass. Jepha gets plopped ass-first on top of the machine, with Dan between his knees.
“Dan has Jepha kisses?”
“Dan has,” Jepha agrees, and leans down to follow through with that. He kisses Dan’s cheek, then his mouth. Dan holds his knees and stands on his toes to kiss back. They don’t get a lot of time usually, so if Dan’s pulled strings to get the laundry room to themselves for a while Jepha wants to take advantage of it.
“It’s my favorite assbites!”
Dan swears against Jepha’s face. Bert is awesome, but his timing is shit.
“Roberto!” Dan looks back over his shoulder at Bert. Jepha shoves his face in Dan’s hair, smelling dan-sweat and prison-issue shampoo and stale smoke. “You are our favorite buttmuncher but you need to get the fuck out of here so I can fuck Jepha til he comes out his eyeballs!” Jepha laughs into Dan’s scalp and gets a mouthful of hair.
“I can’t get in the way of true love,” Bert says, and shuffles out again.
“Fucking crazy person,” Jepha mumbles and Dan laughs, kisses him. Jepha slides his arms around Dan’s neck and they’re off again.
“You are gonna beg me for a blowjob,” Dan informs him, when Jepha’s uniform is half-off and his dick is half-hard.
“Is that trufax?” Jepha says, laughing. He reaches down to adjust his dick in his boxers, and Dan smacks his hand away.
“It is the truest of facts. Now ask nice.”
“Pleeeease Dan? Suck my dick?” Jepha asks nice. “Please?”
“Beg, Jephaaaa.”
“Pretty please Dan please give me a blow job please?”
Dan pats Jepha’s cheek fondly. “Good boy,” he says, and gets Jepha’s shorts open. Jepha groans and pets Dan’s hair when he gets fingers on his dick, then mouth.
“Back to your block! Lockdown!” a sharp voice- English, Bellamy- bellows from the doorway.