This is also why I should never try hard drugs.
Anonymous memes make me sad. (Unless they are anonymous porn memes, and then I am all over them.) Bandom is my happy place, and I am sad that's apparently not true for everyone. Logically, I should avoid them like the plague, but I guess I...forget? And have to read the first page of comments before I realize, no, they really do make me feel
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Jepha watches him laugh as Gerard twirls him. They disappear together a little while later.
Jepha walks in on them while he's trying to find an unoccupied bathroom. They're not fucking; Bert is sitting on the bed and Gerard is standing between his legs, carefully applying eyeliner to Bert's eyes.
Bert doesn't move his head, just slides his eyes sideways when Jepha open the door. He smiles and holds out a hand.
Jepha glances at Gerard, who doesn't look pissed. Then he closes the door behind him and locks it.
He leans back against the door, arms crossed over his chest as Gerard turns back to Bert. They're both full clothed, but in some weird way it feels more intimate than sex.
Bert's face is turned up to Gerard and he's holding himself very still, eyes closed now as Gerard swipes shadow over the lids. Gerard has one hand on Bert's face, delicate and careful, and an intent, serious expression as he applies the make-up.
Finally he steps back and nods, then frowns. He looks at the pile of cosmetics next to Bert. "Hang on," he says, and goes into the bathroom.
Bert looks over at Jepha and makes grabby hands at him.
Jepha walks over and touches Bert's chin, turning his head a little to examine Gerard's work. "Looks good," he says and Bert beams at him. It does look good, dark and smoky, but not over the top.
He runs his thumb over the line of Bert's jaw. Bert came to the party with stubble you could polish diamonds on, but his skin is completely smooth now. Bert never puts this much work into dressing like a girl. Jepha wonders if Gerard shaved Bert's legs, too.
Bert tugs him down next to him on the bed so he can lean into Jepha's shoulder.
"He's so--" Bert says, and sighs, and looks up at Jepha with his painted eyes. "I want you to play, too."
Jepha makes a noncommittal sound and reaches around Bert to pick up the hairbrush. Bert always wants to share the things that make him happy. Jepha knows that Bert means it, drunk or sober, but he was never sure if Gerard did, so he's never taken Bert up on the offer.
He shifts around to sit behind Bert and starts pulling the brush through Bert's hair in sections, holding it by the roots so it doesn't hurt. Bert hums, and sits still.
Bert's hair could stand to be washed, but when he's done, it lies smooth and untangled around his face. Jepha's starting to wonder if Gerard got lost in the bathroom, but when he looks up, Gerard is watching them, face unreadable.
He meets Jepha's eyes, and it occurs to Jepha that Gerard is sober now. He lets his hand rest on Bert's hip and looks back, calm and steady.
Gerard comes over to stand between Bert's legs again, uncapping the lipstick. It's the kind you have to paint on, wet and shining, a dark, dark red, like wine or old blood.
When he's done, Bert turns halfway around so Jepha can see.
"Huh," Jepha says.
Bert looks beautiful. Not feminine--even in the dim light of the bedroom, you wouldn't mistake him for a girl--but the make-up emphasizes his eyes and his mouth, making them startling, striking.
Gerard tucks a strand of Bert's hair back behind his ear. "I kind of wanted to show you off," he says, "but..."
He leans in, but Bert pulls back and turns his head aside just a little. "You'll mess up my lipstick," he says with a shaky laugh, and Jepha can smell the alcohol on it. "You should kiss Jepha instead."
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Gerard's face is still for a second, then his lips quirk and he leans in to press his mouth against Jepha's.
Jepha's grip tightens on Bert's hip, and he opens his mouth. Gerard tastes like diet Coke and cigarettes.
The kiss is slow and deliberate, and he can feel Bert's breath catch.
Then Gerard hisses into his mouth, and breaks the kiss. Bert has his hand on Gerard's cock, gripping him through his jeans.
"I wanna mess up my lipstick on your cock," he says.
"Okay," Gerard says, and his eyes are just a little wide.
Jepha grins at him and tugs him onto the bed. They get him settled against the headboard, and Bert kneels between his legs. He tucks his hair behind his ears again, and looks up through his lashes at Gerard. Jepha almost laughs at the way that action makes him look more like a girl than the make-up and the dress combined, even though it's something he's seen Bert do a thousand times before.
He slides Gerard's dick into his mouth and Gerard lets out a shaky breath. Jepha kisses him, but Gerard seems kind of distracted. Which Jepha can sympathize with--he'd rather watch Bert suck his cock than be kissed, too.
He eases back, and Gerard's gaze drops immediately to Bert's face.
Jepha watches them for a minute longer, but he doesn't feel particularly necessary anymore. He shifts his weight, about to make a discreet exit, and Bert reaches out to grab his thigh.
"Okay," Jepha says softly, and wraps his own hand around Bert's ankle. His legs are shaved.
He slides his hand up Bert's calf, smooth skin under his palm all the way. He urges Bert to kneel up, so he can push the tight skirt up past his hips, so he can lean in and drag the underside of his tongue from Bert's tailbone to his balls.
Bert sucks in a breath around Gerard's cock and spreads his legs wider.
Jepha licks him slow and lazy. Even his ass is smooth and soft under his hands, and distantly, Jepha admires Gerard's attention to detail.
Gerard's breathing is fast and unsteady over the slick sounds of Bert and Jepha's mouths.
"Fuck, Bert," Gerard says hoarsely, and his hips jerk up.
Bert swallows, and it's actually audible, then pulls off of Gerard's cock, letting his head drop forward.
Jepha reaches a hand around to jerk Bert off, and after a minute, Gerard's hand joins him.
Bert moans, shoving his dick into their hands and pressing back against Jepha's mouth. He comes with a ragged, gasping sigh, and Jepha strokes the back of his thigh soothingly.
Bert flops down onto his side so he can look up at them.
He smiles, sleepy and satisfied, and reaches out to pet Jepha's cock through his jeans.
Jepha grimaces at the soft touch, and Gerard laughs.
"Here, let me," he says, pushing Jepha onto his back.
He gets Jepha's dick out of his jeans and into his mouth, and Jepha's eyes slide shut. Bert rolls over and drapes himself across Jepha's chest to kiss him, open-mouthed and easy. There's still a trace of lipstick on his mouth, sticky-sweet over the taste of Gerard's come.
Jepha tangles his fingers in Bert's hair and stops thinking about anything except their mouths. He breaks the kiss at the last minute to say, "Gerard, shit, I'm gonna--"
Gerard pulls off and jerks him the rest of the way through while Bert sucks on his neck.
Gerard wipes his hand off on the bedspread, and leans in to kiss the corner of Bert's mouth.
Bert turns his head, but keeps his arm draped possessively over Jepha's chest. They kiss, closed-mouth and almost chaste, and then Gerard curls himself around Bert's other side.
Jepha can hear the soft murmur of their conversation, sweet and happy-sounding, but he keeps his eyes closed and doesn't focus on it.
Right before sleep pulls him under, he feels Bert kiss his cheek. There's no lipstick at all left on his mouth.
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Dan's been watching a basketball game for what feels like hours now, slouched back into the couch pillows, his arm thrown over the back of the couch, a beer bottle resting loosely in his other hand.
When Jeph finally gives in and curls up under Dan's outflung arm, Dan spares him a look, but his attention is quickly drawn back by the game. "Do you need another beer?" Jepha asks, when he gets bored of watching the players scramble back and forth. Dan shakes his head, spares him a glance, but turns back to the television.
Jeph tries to be good. He does. The second time that Dan bats his fingers away from the inseam of his jeans, Jeph vows to wait until the end of the game. But he can just see the shape of Dan's cock under the denim, and Dan is being such a dude.
Dan doesn't smack his hand away the third time, and Jeph allows himself one or two passes over the shape of Dan's cock before he makes his hand still. When he looks up, though, Dan's turned away from the game and is looking at him. "What?" Jeph says, and Dan rolls his eyes.
"Do you have a basketball kink?" he asks.
"No."
"Is it beer? Do you like beer?" Dan tries. His breath is beer-scented, warm and a little sour. Jepha shakes his head. "What is it, then?"
"It's nothing," Jepha says, and takes his hand away. Dan leans over him when he tries to retreat, clunking his beer bottle down on the coffee table. Jepha slides back away from him, but Dan's done with the game now, moving over him and catching underneath his knee, shoving his leg up. Jepha shudders, and Dan grins.
"It's something," he says.
Jepha struggles up, knee pressing against his own shoulder, so that he can kiss Dan, mouths soft and slack together. Dan lets him go when Jepha pushes at his shoulder, lets him stoop and pick up the empty beer bottles without comment, but he follows him into the kitchen. He traps Jepha against the wall, and turns him around to face it after a few loose, easy kisses. "What do you want," he says softly, but he's already got his hand on the fly of Jeph's jeans. Jepha helps him fumble the buttons open, and then slides down the jeans, kicks them off of his feet and tilts his ass back.
Dan pauses, his palm open and warm on Jeph's ass, and then lifts his hand away. Jepha tilts his hips back further, expecting the slap of Dan's hand meeting his ass. He still whines high and startled-sounding in the back of his throat when it comes, though.
Dan works his fingertips into the waistband of Jepha's underpants, sliding them down over his cock and down to mid-thigh. He leaves them there, and slaps Jepha's ass again, sharp and stinging. Jeph stretches his hands up over his head, wrists crossed, and arches his back. "Slut," Dan says quietly, looming over him, curved so that he can speak directly into Jepha's ear. Jeph stares at the wall in front of him, his mouth open to pant, waiting for the next sharp slap of Dan's hand. Dan doesn't do it right away, though; he smooths his palm over the curve of Jepha's ass. Jepha makes a frustrated noise, and Dan chuckles.
"Fucker," Jeph says weakly, and Dan smacks him again.
"Spread your legs," he says.
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Dan fingers Jepha until he begs for it, until he admits that he's a slut, until he finally says in a broken voice, "I love it, I want your dick, I'll do anything--"
"Shut your mouth," Dan says, and pulls his fingers free, "Or I'll fuck it instead." Jeph tips his head back on his neck; the back of his head rests against Dan's shoulder. His mouth is open, but he doesn't talk. He breathes, raggedly, as Dan starts to push up and in. "I love fucking you," Dan says, and pushes his chest up against the wall. "Fuck, you-- you're so tight." He murmurs filthy horrible things in Jepha's ear after that, a litany of Jepha's tight ass, how he loves to fuck him, how slutty Jepha is to be able to take it. Dirty talk wasn't ever Jepha's thing, not before, but like this, pinned against the kitchen wall with Dan hot and heavy and solid behind him, warm breath on the back of his neck, the sound of the television still playing in the background, Dan's cock dragging against sensitive skin, centering him around where they're connected-- it works. His dick slides against the wall a few times, and he comes with a low moan, the sound shuddering out of his chest as Dan's hips slam up against him.
Dan comes after a few more fast thrusts, his voice shredded down to a broken whisper. They stand there for a second afterwards, and then Dan pulls out, pulls back and turns Jeph around. "Clean you up," he says needlessly, pulls Jepha's briefs up and tugs up his jeans. Jepha takes over buttoning up the fly, and Dan goes -- still naked himself -- to pour himself a glass of water. He drinks it standing over the sink, refills the glass and brings it over to Jepha.
They kiss after Jepha's finished the water, mouths cool and slightly metallic. "So what is it?" Dan says, cupping Jepha's jaw in his palms. "What is it about me watching a game that turns you on?" He doesn't let Jepha look away or duck his head. Jepha gestures pointlessly and lets his hands settle on Dan's hips.
"It's the fratboy thing," he says finally. "You-- you fuck me like the frat kid you used to be." Dan considers that for a moment, then nods.
"Sure, okay," he says, "You want to be the hot sorority whore sometimes." His grin has a tinge of smugness to it now, and Jepha's about to try to derail it when he continues, "Maybe next time I'll put you in a skirt and sweater set." Jepha finds he has to suck in a breath instead of talking. Dan doesn't push his luck, at least; they kiss, and he doesn't mention the way Jepha's trembling.
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*dies and is dead*
I, just, Jesus, yessssss. Spanking, dirty talk, sweater sets... HI, THINGS THAT I AM NORMALLY HESITANT ABOUT BUT LOVE LIKE BURNING WITH THIS BAND.
Please tell me this is going somewhere that everyone can find it. Because it makes me sad in my soul every time I refresh the Dan/Jepha tag on del.icio.us and there is nothing new, let alone nothing new and AWESOME.
I will just be over here thinking about this now....mmmmmm.....
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EL keeps exclaiming that at me. "I normally don't like that! But. But. The Used! How do they do it?" It is because they are all about enjoying themselves like big kinky kids. Ugh, I love them, the end.
Um. Yes? I should clean it up and rewrite it a bit, and then maybe I will post it.
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Also, you should totally repost at some point, for the good of FANDOM. Meanwhile, I will just go back to enjoying the version that will reside in my inbox forever and ever.
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*drools*
*melts*
For writing this, youy have both my undying love and total admiration.
So so so so so good. The detail, the way you rought Jeph in, kind of like it wasn't unexpected but not usual.
LoveLoveLoveLove.
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and also, guh.
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You people are sick. <3
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THREESOME OF MY DREAMS. PLUS BERT IN A DRESS.
ARRRRRGH.
I actually really love how orally fixated the sex is in this. Very, very hot.
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