your own personal jesus
At first it's just a press of wrists to the edge of the kitchenette counter or a twist of an arm to get the remote so they can watch something less shitty, but at some point Jeph starts fighting back, or pushing into it, Dan doesn't know.
He doesn't really care right now either because he's got one of his knees between Jeph's and is holding Jeph's arms out horizontal like he's being crucified or some shit. Every touch is pinning, pinning and too rough and Dan can tell it's about to get violent because Jeph is poised that way; he's in fight or flight mode and he never, ever runs. Dan knows because h'e watched him enough. Shared enough space. Seen Jeph fight.
"Surprise me," he's about to say when Jeph spits in his face. "Not enough," is what he says instead, and pins Jeph's wrists above his head with one hand. He wipes the spit off his face with the other. Punches Jeph in the mouth hard enough for it to bleed. He doesn't let his arms down. Jeph's skull cracks against the plaster and Dan sort of wants to do it again and again until there's blood there and he doesn't know why.
"Surprise me."
Jeph's dick is solid and heavy against Dan's and the veins in his neck, the muscle and sinew and the things that Dan never paid enough attention in school to learn are defined. Jeph's head is still facing to the left from the punch. Blood and spit hang from his mouth. There's no sound, just his rough breathing. Dan can't think.
He grabs Jeph's jaw hard with his free hand and kisses him because he- he can't fucking think, he wants to fuck Jepha and his mouth or maybe have Jeph fuck him, tie him down so he can use his hands and make things hurt because it's so much better when there's the flash of pleasure-pain-pleasure-pain like lights going round on a police car; an ambulance.
He twists his hands in Jeph's hair and pushes his tongue into Jeph's mouth and tastes blood. Maybe cherry drops or Twizzlers too, something strawberry.
He still can't hear anything. When Jeph bites Dan's lip and pulls back they lock eyes, and later Dan will think that Jeph's eyes were a different colour but right now, he can't see anything but raw fucking anger and heat.
Jeph pushes Dan back a little then, and punches him square in the stomach. Dan sees white. Red. It feels amazing. He crowds Jepha against the wall again like he knows he hates and pins his wrists back up, quick as anything. He rocks his knee up too hard at Jeph's crotch and licks Jeph's bust lip because he can, just because, and says, "Fuck you, Jeph."
Jeph makes a noise in the back of his throat like he can't stop himself. It sounds like he's saying, "God."
Sobbing it.
"That's all I was after," Dan says, and drops his hands. His senses come flooding back.
He doesn't really care right now either because he's got one of his knees between Jeph's and is holding Jeph's arms out horizontal like he's being crucified or some shit. Every touch is pinning, pinning and too rough and Dan can tell it's about to get violent because Jeph is poised that way; he's in fight or flight mode and he never, ever runs. Dan knows because h'e watched him enough. Shared enough space. Seen Jeph fight.
"Surprise me," he's about to say when Jeph spits in his face. "Not enough," is what he says instead, and pins Jeph's wrists above his head with one hand. He wipes the spit off his face with the other. Punches Jeph in the mouth hard enough for it to bleed. He doesn't let his arms down. Jeph's skull cracks against the plaster and Dan sort of wants to do it again and again until there's blood there and he doesn't know why.
"Surprise me."
Jeph's dick is solid and heavy against Dan's and the veins in his neck, the muscle and sinew and the things that Dan never paid enough attention in school to learn are defined. Jeph's head is still facing to the left from the punch. Blood and spit hang from his mouth. There's no sound, just his rough breathing. Dan can't think.
He grabs Jeph's jaw hard with his free hand and kisses him because he- he can't fucking think, he wants to fuck Jepha and his mouth or maybe have Jeph fuck him, tie him down so he can use his hands and make things hurt because it's so much better when there's the flash of pleasure-pain-pleasure-pain like lights going round on a police car; an ambulance.
He twists his hands in Jeph's hair and pushes his tongue into Jeph's mouth and tastes blood. Maybe cherry drops or Twizzlers too, something strawberry.
He still can't hear anything. When Jeph bites Dan's lip and pulls back they lock eyes, and later Dan will think that Jeph's eyes were a different colour but right now, he can't see anything but raw fucking anger and heat.
Jeph pushes Dan back a little then, and punches him square in the stomach. Dan sees white. Red. It feels amazing. He crowds Jepha against the wall again like he knows he hates and pins his wrists back up, quick as anything. He rocks his knee up too hard at Jeph's crotch and licks Jeph's bust lip because he can, just because, and says, "Fuck you, Jeph."
Jeph makes a noise in the back of his throat like he can't stop himself. It sounds like he's saying, "God."
Sobbing it.
"That's all I was after," Dan says, and drops his hands. His senses come flooding back.