No one likes listening to me whining, I know. Especially not me.
I wrote Liza Birthday (Chat) Porn.
(8:21:27 PM) Delilah: The problem with Bert is that he's charming . Jepha normally doesn't exactly disapprove of this unless Bert is directly applying his own brand of manic, intense charm to Jepha to make him do something he categorically refused to do like twelve times; normally Bert's charm is merely charming and a little bit entertaining. It's especially fun to watch Quinn crumble under it, time and again, like a sandcastle struck at the base by the sea. Quinn is incapable of refusing Bert, and that's adorable. Jepha's lost count of the number of times he's drawn a heart around the two of them with his forefinger in the air, and clasped his hands to his chest in mock-but-real vicarious swoons.
(8:21:53 PM) Liza: awwww
(8:22:43 PM) Delilah: Unfortunately it's not just Quinn who has no willpower in the face of Bert's grinning gimlet stare.
(8:23:52 PM) Delilah: It turns out that gosh, music video directors, costume and make-up departments, and everyone up to and including Jepha's own mom seem powerless to resist when Bert flashes his pointy little teeth, flares his nostrils, and suggests in a seductive tone that what they really, really need in this video is for Jeph to bein a dress "looking like a slut".
(8:25:58 PM) Delilah: Jepha makes protesting noises; the terminology is misogynistic. Bert points out that Jepha is a man, which Jepha was, unsurprisingly, already aware of. He complains that he's already been in drag for one video, and it's someone else's turn now. Bert opines that Jepha would look cute in a little black number, with trashy red lipstick. Jepha concedes that he would, because he is nothing if not vain. He does however offer misgivings about his ability to maintain anything resembling a straight face, and repeats his whiny request for Quinn to have a go at cross-dressing. Quinn has the shoulders for ballgowns, Jepha says.
(8:27:12 PM) Liza: hahaha YES HE DOES..
(8:28:45 PM) Delilah: Quinn looks up from his box of Lucky Charms, his hair at an impressively rakish angle for something so full of honey, sprinkles, and bacon bits, and says, "Uck foo, I'm all about the swimsu--" and starts coughing violently.
(8:31:26 PM) Delilah: When Quinn's regained control of his airways he glares at Jepha over the top of his cereal box like Jepha is the cause of everything that is bad and wrong in this world. Jepha feels this is monstrously unfair; for a start, the honey and sprinkles in Quinn's hair are Bert's doing, and the baconbits are Dan's. Jepha was too stoned to have anything to do with that.
(8:31:43 PM) Liza: <3 OH THE USED
(8:34:10 PM) Delilah: "What?" Jepha asks nervously when Bert starts staring off into the distance behind him. "What?"
(8:34:22 PM) Delilah: "WARDROBE," Dan shouts in his ear.
(8:41:27 PM) Delilah: Jepha hasn't quite recovered from the near heart-attack (nearly a decade touring with Bert and fuck, he still hasn't gotten used to people sneaking up on him and screaming in his face) when Dan shoves his enormous gorilla arms under Jepha's knees and armpits and scoops him up like a newly-wed bride.
(8:41:45 PM) Delilah: "No," Jepha says sadly, flapping at Dan's bicep without much conviction. "Put me down. I'm not doing it."
(8:43:36 PM) Delilah: In truth he's still slightly staggered. Dan hasn't been with them long but one thing Jepha's already noticed is he's strong. Not much bigger than Jepha, but insanely, car-pullingly, drummers-all-look-like-this-really strong. Also he has hands that could strangle an elephant. Jepha is a well-behaved man with a sense of boundaries and morals and that is why he definitely isn't swooning and he's definitely never jerked off to the thought of Dan pounding his ass with one of those enormous gorilla hands fastened like a choke chain around Jepha's throat.
(8:43:56 PM) Liza: nnnnnnnnngh
(8:48:35 PM) Delilah: "Jephareen," Dan says gravely, hoisting Jepha over his shoulder in a fireman's carry as if Jepha weighs less than a photograph of himself, "wardrobe wants. Wardrobe gets." He slaps Jepha on the ass; it's a joking slap, hard enough to sting and shudder Jepha's bones, but that doesn't matter to the bit of Jepha's brain which doesn't function like normal people brains, and it starts sending dick get hard messages through his nerves even as Jepha bites the end of his tongue and thinks don't get hard don't get hard. "Time to go dreth thopping," Dan says, wheeling about and bouncing Jepha up and down like a small dog as he exits the damp-smelling green room.
(8:49:54 PM) Liza: GODDAMN DAN THROWING JEPHA AROUND IS NEVER GOING TO BE NOT HOT
(8:53:32 PM) Delilah: "I don't want--" Jepha begins as Dan judders him down a flight of steps. "Ow."
(8:53:44 PM) Delilah: Dan smacks him on the ass again. "We're off to see the wizard --"
(8:55:54 PM) Delilah: "I can walk," Jepha protests, making a grab for Dan's belt loops and missing as Dan sways him to one side.
(8:56:47 PM) Delilah: "With that boner in your pants I don't think you caaaan," Dan sings, and slaps him on the ass a third time. He drums his fingers on the spot he's just slapped, and Jepha half-swallows his own tongue; goes red, and shuts the fuck up with his ears singing from the blood coursing through them.
(8:58:59 PM) Liza: nnnngh
(9:01:18 PM) Delilah: He is given approximately no warning when Dan dumps him ass-first onto the concrete floor of Wardrobe & Make-Up in a slithery and confused heap.
(9:04:08 PM) Delilah: "Wardrobe, Jepha, Jepha, Wardrobe," Dan says, as if he is introducing them to each other at a very formal party. Jepha curls up over a still quite obvious boner, and cranes his neck to greet two very obviously gay men in black t-shirts, one woman in a black shirt who has the most amazing hair he's ever seen, and one woman in a white t-shirt with a cat on it who looks like she could probably kill him without breaking a sweat.
(9:04:26 PM) Delilah: It is definitely Dan's fault that, just for a second, Jepha considers the group as a potential orgy and finds it entirely pleasing.
(9:04:39 PM) Liza: hahahahahaha OH JEPHA
(9:10:46 PM) Delilah: "Chest?" barks the woman in the kitten t-shirt.
(9:15:19 PM) Delilah: After a minute Jepha realises she wants his chest measurement. He gives it to her while trying to judge if it's safe to stand up yet - no one has asked him to, but then they're probably used to working with musicians, actors, and other mentally-deficient freaks. Jepha runs down the list of every other measurement he can think of and spends a moment fiddling with his bangs. Make-up will deal with them, it doesn't matter what he does with them, and if he doesn't do something with his hands he's going to end up pinching himself.
(9:21:18 PM) Liza: OH JEPHA JEPHA JEPHA
(9:24:45 PM) Delilah: "Dick?" Dan asks. Jepha gives due consideration to the question.
(9:24:53 PM) Delilah: "Fuck you," he says, "it is fuck you inches."
(9:25:11 PM) Liza: <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
(9:25:31 PM) Delilah: "Mine's fuck you and a half," Dan says placidly. "I win."
(9:27:07 PM) Liza: DAAAAAAAAAAAAN
(9:28:06 PM) Delilah: Jepha crosses his legs and levers himself upright. The boner is fading to a squashy semi-on, and it might just be safe if no one else slaps his fucknig ass for a minute. "So do I get stockings?" he asks the girl with the fantastic hair.
(9:28:13 PM) Delilah: She raises her eyebrows and says nothing.
(9:28:35 PM) Delilah: "Pantyhose?" he tries.
(9:29:27 PM) Delilah: She gazes past him at the guys in black t-shirts and there's the unmistakeable sound of make-up bags rustling. "Shirt off," says one of the make-up guys, and Jepha obeys immediately.
(9:29:50 PM) Delilah: "A corset?" he asks, meaning to joke but finding the words get stuck in his throat and come out a little breathy.
(9:30:02 PM) Liza: nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh
(9:30:13 PM) Delilah: She says nothing.
(9:31:12 PM) Delilah: Jepha risks a look at Dan, who is leaning on the wall with his hands behind him, idly tapping something with the tips of his fingers, bobbing his head slowly from side to side to some imagined beat. His line of sight corresponds to Jepha's nipples, but Jepha can't fault him for that; anyone with tattoos as entrancing as his has to put up with being looked at a lot.
(9:33:10 PM) Liza: NO JEPHA DAN IS LOOKING AT YOUR NIPPLES
(9:35:40 PM) Delilah: A second or two later Jepha's being hauled into the chair and poked, dabbed, and slathered with various chemical powders. "Make-up first, then clothes," explains the terrifying-looking kitten t-shirt woman. "Otherwise you just get powder on the dress and then Joe beats you to death for taking too long getting onto set."
(9:37:21 PM) Delilah: "Really," Jepha says, trying to keep his lips still as they're blotted, smudged, and repainted in a slightly different shade of bloody red.
(9:43:49 PM) Liza: JEPHA IN LIPSTICK WOOO
(9:47:44 PM) Delilah: "Really," the woman in the kitten t-shirt says firmly, "with a claw hammer. We will all die."
(9:52:11 PM) Liza: NO KILLING JEPHAAAA
(9:53:06 PM) Delilah: Jepha hopes she's joking. He is a little too cold on his back, and too warm at the front, where old-style mirror lighting is in danger of singeing the skin off his body. "Nice," he says, as Dan starts humming the theme from Psycho.
(10:01:54 PM) Delilah: When he's pronounced done, Jepha barely recognises his own face. He's done make-up before, usually by himself, and occasionally just letting Bert go to town on him, and once when they toured with the MCR guys he'd let Gerard Way turn him into a corpse; usually the end result of make-up is that Jepha looks like a dead body, a lunatic, or a man who has fallen over while carrying paint. Today he looks in the mirror and sees a mind-jangling combination of beautiful make-up and a familiar face. The cognitive dissonance hits him weirdly, in the balls, and leaves him feeling dazed.
(10:05:26 PM) Liza: JEPHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
(10:44:08 PM) Liza: WOO
(10:44:58 PM) Delilah: "Up," says kitten t-shirt woman, who is clearly In Charge, or at the very least the one who has been granted use of vocal cords today. Jepha tries to remember the Greek mythology creatures - were they witches or something? - that had one eye between them. It's like that, only with words.
(10:45:09 PM) Liza: OH JEPHA
(10:46:42 PM) Delilah: *panders*
(10:46:47 PM) Delilah: He gets up.
(10:46:57 PM) Delilah: "Up," she says again, indicating his arms.
(10:47:26 PM) Liza: \o/
(10:50:36 PM) Delilah: Jepha raises his arms over his head like a little boy. Kitten t-shirt woman is verging on six foot tall, and dwarfs him like he's Fay Wray and she's King Kong. He likes that idea. She's still terrifying, but who doesn't want to be borne aloft in a fancy ... dress. Jepha kicks himself internally as the black slinky thing goes down over him, soft fabric catching on his nipple bars; he tries to concentrate on something unsexy, like Quinn's disgusting toenails, or Bert wiping boogers on his veggie burrito last night.
(2:54:27 PM) Delilah: He goes for broke. Ronald Reagan, math class, dead puppies, the smell of burning tires. The erection remains thankfully absent as the dress is pulled down over his hips. It comes down to his thighs, hanging in ugly lumps over his jeans.
(3:01:52 PM) Liza: ick ronald reagan is definitely a bonerkiller
(3:02:24 PM) Delilah: "Pants off," says kitten t-shirt, making the appropriate down gesture.
(3:03:50 PM) Delilah: Jepha struggles with his sneakers - okay, maybe he should have unlaced them first - and after a little shuffling and struggling he hands his jeans to kitten t-shirt, who takes them as if they're toxic, and peers into the top.
(3:03:54 PM) Delilah: "And underpants."
(3:03:57 PM) Delilah: "Wh--"
(3:04:16 PM) Delilah: "You ever heard of VPL?" she snaps, making a give it here gesture.
(3:04:31 PM) Delilah: "Yes," Jepha says crossly. Does she think he never watches TV at all?
(3:11:05 PM) Liza: oh Jepha
(3:16:54 PM) Delilah: He shuffles off his underwear and drops it into his jeans. Kitten t-shirt passes the mess to Fabulous Hair like she's handing over a dead rat, and Jepha feels curiously slighted. He is the cleanest person in the band, if they're going to square up to Bert and Quinn and their highly erratic approach to personal hygiene later they're in for a shock.
(3:18:43 PM) Liza: hahahah
(3:23:37 PM) Delilah: Ronald Reagan Ronald Reagan Ronald Reagan , he thinks frantically as the dress fabric sloughs across the end of his dick and clings to his thighs. Dead puppies. Rotten fish. Bert's farts.
(3:24:05 PM) Delilah: "You'll get shoes on set," says kitten t-shirt, oblivious to his inner turmoil. "So you don't break your ankle."
(3:24:17 PM) Delilah: "I can walk in heels," Jepha says indignantly.
(3:24:55 PM) Delilah: "I'm sure you can," says kitten t-shirt. "Get on set now." (3:27:46 PM) Delilah: Jepha doesn't say anything about not knowing where the set is; he just leaves Wardrobe with careful steps, so very conscious of the soft black fabric clinging to his legs, his ass, his balls ...
(3:27:49 PM) Delilah: Dan follows him.
(3:34:21 PM) Delilah: "Don't smack my ass again," Jepha says. It's intended as a warning, but it comes out as a plea. He bites at his left snakebite piercing and concentrates on how cold the floor is under his bare feet.
(3:34:50 PM) Delilah: Behind him like a large, warm shadow, Dan digs his enormous chin into Jepha's shoulder and says, "Why not?"
(3:37:13 PM) Liza: DAAAAAN
(3:39:33 PM) Delilah: Because I asked you not to is a reason which has to Jepha's memory never actually been effective while associating with musicians. It's usually an invitation for someone to do what you just asked them not to again, only louder, harder, and with a bigger audience. He wonders if he forgot that, or if his balls have been sending sneaky covert agents into his brain again. Ronald Reagan Ronald Reagan. Louder, harder, and with a bigger audience. Jepha bites the other side of his lip.
(3:41:37 PM) Delilah: "Whyyyyy," Dan repeats, grabbing Jepha's waist, keeping time behind him with what Jepha assumes is a bandy-legged waddle. "Why why why why..."
(3:43:31 PM) Delilah: "Because filming," Jepha says in his best caveman voice. "Because professional. Because not my dress."
(3:47:23 PM) Delilah: "They don't want it back," Dan says, as if that resolves absolutely everything, no further questions. Jepha stops walking, and Dan smacks into him from behind, bumping the front of his thigh off the back of Jepha's.
(3:49:56 PM) Liza: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN.
(3:52:29 PM) Delilah: When Dan releases Jepha from under his chin, lets go of Jepha's waist with his long, strong, extraordinary fingers, Jepha gets a sudden flash of premonition. Dan is clearly not just going to let him go waltzing off like a prom queen in a hooker's dress down this cold concrete corridor. He freezes on the spot, and so while the force of Dan's slap on his ass nearly lifts him of his feet, sends him groping for the wall to keep his balance as his knees buckle from under him, it is at least not really a surprise.
(3:59:57 PM) Delilah: He means to say Dan, stop it, but what comes dribbling off his traitor tongue is, "Oh god," and while it's not strictly speaking an endorsement it's certainly not a protest in that tone of voice. Jepha braces himself against the brickwork and puts his forehead to the smooth white paint. "Dan."
(4:01:51 PM) Liza: nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh
(4:04:58 PM) Delilah: "No?" Dan asks, his hand on Jepha's ass. He's not hitting it now, just holding one asscheek and squeezing gently. There is no way on anyone's earth this looks subtle, friendly, or accidental, and anyone passing will see it for what it is; a fucking huge come-on and a fucking huge turn-on; Dan's hand is huge and warm and Jepha's borrowed dress is riding up the backs of his thighs and touching the back of his balls and Jepha's tongue is stuck to the roof of his mouth.
(4:05:39 PM) Liza: nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh
(4:17:00 PM) Delilah: He's being offered the option to stop this. Jepha's face is hot against the cool, smooth paint. Around him in these studios there are sound walls, cables, all kinds of strange and arcane filming equipment that Quinn knows the name of and Jepha doesn't; there are lighting technicians and sound technicians and runners and someone in a different studio recording a video for a band he has never heard of; there's a catering crew, a troop of trained dogs, and somewhere in the maze, Bert and Quinn are interlocking minds and bickering about socks, snot, and soulbonding. Dan's hand is on his ass, so huge that the ends of his long fingers brush the bare skin on the backs of his legs, where the dress has lifted up.
(4:17:23 PM) Liza: DAAAAAAAAAAAAN HANDS
(4:19:41 PM) Delilah: He unsticks his tongue from the roof of his mouth and mutters, "Okay," from the depths of his nuts.
(4:20:49 PM) Delilah: Dan lifts Jepha by his ass, just for a second; his hands on Jepha's shoulders a moment later, pulling him backward. Jepha stumbles over his own feet, tripping on his ankles, glad of the absence of heels but worried just what he's about to step on.
(4:26:55 PM) Liza: nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh
(4:27:41 PM) Delilah: Those fingers are too close to hid throat for Jepha to think clearly about that, though; he goes where Dan pushes, as docile as a doped lamb, not even trying to turn his head and see where they're going. There's a creak, a familiar chemical-and-urine smell, and a change in the light as a door swings shut. Another creak, another bang, and the walls have closed in. Jepha doesn't look, just feels the cold metal against his legs and knows they're in a toilet cubicle.
(4:28:17 PM) Delilah: Dan's forefinger zips over his collarbones and Jepha swallows, catching his eye for a second.
(4:28:29 PM) Delilah: Dan slaps in him in the face. "No looking." (4:37:18 PM) Delilah: His cheek reddening, Jepha looks at the floor as drool escapes from around his piercings. Jepha wonders if saliva cracks film lipstick the way it does the cheap stuff he's always worn before; he wonders how Dan knew to do that, to catch him just right to make him feel ... humiliated and hot ... wanted and worthless, all at once. Fuck.
(4:39:18 PM) Liza: lkasjd flkjas
(8:43:18 PM) Delilah: He concentrates on the cold, disenfacted concrete under his feet. It's not quite a club toilet or a back alley, but it's still dirty in here, and the smell of the chemicals they use to try and mitigate the filth lends everything a medical feel. Jepha rolls one shoulder at a time, touches his cheek where Dan hit him, feeling the sting and the tenderness.
(8:51:46 PM) Delilah: "No kissing," Dan adds, and Jepha scowls at the floor. If this is going to be like that then never fucking mind how much he likes Dan's hands and humour, never fucking mind how much he wants to know about the dude's dick. He doesn't do shit like that any more. "You'll smudge your lipstick," Dan finishes, severely.
(8:53:45 PM) Delilah: Then he kisses Jepha's throat, knocking his head back like he's a toy or a kid with ice-cream on his face; kisses his throat. Jepha makes a grab for Dan's belt loops to steady himself, but Dan jerks his hips away with surprising grace and goes right on basically Frenching the fuck out of Jepha's Adam's apple.
(9:03:30 PM) Delilah: "Fuck," Jepha says in the same spineless whimper that he always resorts to in situations like this. Dan holds the back of his head, his whole skull cupped like a fragile eggshell in Dan's catcher's-mitt hand, and Jepha can't think to do much besides hold onto his bicep and try not to think too much about what he's doing. Fucking someone in his band is dumb. Fooling around with Quinn occasionally is not dumb, because Bert thinks it's hilarious and Quinn is usually so drunk that he can't remember anyhow, but actually fucking fucking someone in the band, when no one else is here ...
(9:04:09 PM) Liza: oh Jephareeeee
(9:05:42 PM) Delilah: "Patience, Jephareen," Dan grunts, addressing the remark to Jepha's jugular. He runs a hand down over Jepha's back, cups one half of his ass in a solid grip; grabs the other half. Lifts Jepha onto his toes.
(9:06:30 PM) Liza: nnnnghdanhands
(9:06:46 PM) Delilah: Pushes them back into the back wall of the cubicle so hard that Jepha cracks the back of his head on the concrete. He's straddling the toilet bowl, on the tips of his toes, when Dan sinks his teeth into Jepha's collarbone and tears a gurgling groan from his mouth.
(9:14:21 PM) Delilah: "Uff," Jepha says when he's got a better grip on words. "Shit, I just trod in - "
(9:15:13 PM) Delilah: "Shh," Dan tells the dip between his collar bones, "less word more moan."
(9:15:31 PM) Liza: daaaaaaaaaaaan
(9:20:02 PM) Delilah: Jepha bites his own thumb, across the knuckle, and stops talking. Dan has successfully rucked up Jepha's dress to his thighs, a leg bent between them and hovering over the toilet bowl like Dan's a fucking sex flamingo. Jepha would laugh, but he has a mouthful of thumb, his neck is getting increasingly bitten, and Dan his pulling his ass-cheeks apart in a manner that suggests he has plans for inserting something between them.
(9:20:28 PM) Liza: nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh
(9:26:58 PM) Liza: I APPROVE OF DAN'S PLANS
(9:27:26 PM) Delilah: Dan's fingers have curved into the space they've created like he's going to pull Jepha in two down the middle, and Jepha's naked balls are more or less resting on Dan's thigh. Turned-on though he his, Jepha can't see how he's going to make anything of this precarious position without one or both of them falling in the can and spoiling the mood and possibly breaking an ankle or an arm. He refuses to admit that, sometimes, in the moments before he comes when he's alone and desperate for someone to hit him or hold him or fuck him or force him to blow them, he would pretty much welcome someone snapping a bone if meant they were grabbing at him.
(9:31:40 PM) Delilah: Dan's fingertips must be leaving dents in the inside reaches of his ass. His teeth are definitely marking up Jepha's chest, where he isn't trailing slug-paths of saliva over the black fabric. Jepha breathes around his thumb. He tries to keep his balance on the tips of his toes, but he's no fucking ballet dancer and when Dan readjusts his grip, Jepha slides sideways and bangs his elbow on the wall.
(9:39:23 PM) Delilah: Dan manages to extract his hands from Jepha's butt and catch him before he lands either in the toilet or down the side where Jepha is pretty convinced there isn't enough space for someone - even someone as small as him - to fall without doing himself serious damage. "Uh," Dan says brightly, "moodkill."
(9:39:34 PM) Delilah: "Ronald Reagan," Jepha says, before he can stop himself
(9:39:40 PM) Liza: hahahahahaha OH JEPHA
(9:48:53 PM) Delilah: "I'll give you Ronald fucking Reagan," Dan says, transferring his grip to Jepha's wrists and pushing down until Jepha can't resist any more; he twists, flops, and hits the deck with the back of his dress sticking up itself in an unruly tangle. His butt touches concrete, his balls hit Dan's shoe kind of painfully, and his teeth close too hard against each other with an alarming clack. "There. Ronald fucking Reagan."
(9:49:39 PM) Liza: NGHHH
(9:50:17 PM) Delilah: Jepha forgets he's not supposed to make eye-contact, and frowns up at Quinn's newly-acquired drummer in confusion. "Ronald Reagan?"
(9:50:59 PM) Delilah: "Trickle down," Dan says, clearly pleased with himself. He still has Jepha's wrists caught in his hands, which should feel threatening, but because Jepha is a widely acknowledge freak, feels comfortable, nice, and hot like the sun.
(9:51:14 PM) Delilah: Jepha mouths a few vowels before saying, "... that was an economics joke."
(9:51:19 PM) Liza: hahahahahahahahahaha
(9:52:35 PM) Delilah: "Dan steal humour from Daily Show," Dan admits, squashing Jepha's wrists together in one hand so he can grab his jaw with the other; tilting his head back to look Jepha in the mouth. "Jeph, he look like a classy broad."
(9:52:45 PM) Delilah: Jepha holds his gaze.
(9:53:05 PM) Delilah: "Looks deceiving," Dan concludes, releasing his chin. "Jepha secretly cheap."
(9:53:12 PM) Liza: hahahahahaha OH DANNIFER
(9:56:35 PM) Delilah: "Not secret," Jepha points out. He can feel his dick, half-hard, nestling between the skin of his thighs and the skin of his belly, prickled with shaven pubic hairs and brushed by soft dress fabric across the head, the PA in danger of building up a static charge. This constant background of not-quite-fucking is fucking with his head.
(9:57:39 PM) Liza: JEPHAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
(10:11:29 PM) Delilah: Dan crouches with Jepha's wrists trapped in his stupid huge man-paw, and holds Jepha's gaze again. Jepha is acutely aware that he is half-naked, wearing a dress, and covered in a lot of expensive make-up. He is also acutely aware that he shouldn't be turned on by this, but he's had years to come to terms with the fact that he gets off on stuff that makes other people laugh, scowl, or throw up. "What now?"
(10:13:02 PM) Delilah: Jepha tries to shrug. He's caught in the middle of a web of different things he wants, and things he knows he ought to do, like getting up off the floor, covering his ass back up, and getting onto set. "Tell me," he says. He means you tell me, I don't know, but he knows he also means tell me, and I'll do it.
(10:14:12 PM) Delilah: Dan regards him closely. "Ask me."
(10:14:20 PM) Delilah: Jepha shrugs.
(10:14:38 PM) Delilah: Dan squeezes Jepha's wrists until they hurt, and mutters against his ear, "Beg me."
(10:14:44 PM) Liza: n asjdfhalsdkjf
(10:14:45 PM) Liza: nnngh
(10:20:39 PM) Delilah: Jepha focuses on Dan's cheek, so close to his own, and mutters, "Tell me what to beg for."
(10:24:20 PM) Delilah: Dan's nose brushes the inside of his ear and says, "Okay. Beg me to hurt you."
Jepha bites the back of his lip, pulling his left snakebite in against his skin, probably displacing lipstick.
"Beg me for what you want in you, and where." When Dan licks his lips, Jepha hears it and feels it. He shifts his thighs against the floor and feels the movement of the cold on his balls.
(10:24:46 PM) Liza: nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh
(10:27:15 PM) Delilah: "Can--"
(10:27:53 PM) Delilah: "Beg," Dan says, holding the back of Jepha's head again, pressing his ear to Dan's mouth instead of the other way around. "Not ask. Beg."
(10:29:34 PM) Liza: daaaaaaaaaan
(10:34:28 PM) Liza: ungarbleunf
(10:36:08 PM) Delilah: Jepha clears his throat, and tries to link his brain and dick up in a way that makes any kind of sense. His neck feels bare. Good place to start. "Please," he says. Good. Good word. Good begging word. "Please, Dan." Better. "Please ..." And of course, the words choose now to let him down. So he bites the inside of his mouth, and tries again. "Please. Would you. Can you. Please. Ffffuck."
(10:36:37 PM) Liza: NNNNNGHUNFPLZMOAR?
(10:37:34 PM) Delilah: There's a distant, distant sound of running feet. "Please what?" Dan asks, squeezing Jepha's wrists again. He is in every inch of Jepha's personal space except the bits Jepha most want him in.
(10:38:06 PM) Delilah: "Please, neck. Hand." Jepha scrolls through the English language in search of the right verb. "Choke."
(10:38:26 PM) Liza: CHOKING IS GOOD
(10:39:40 PM) Delilah: "Choke?" Dan repeats, stroking the exact spot where Jepha's jugular pulses below the surface of his skin, his rough fingerprints over Jepha's long-settled ink. "Choke?"
(10:39:56 PM) Delilah: "Please," Jepha enunciates as clearly as he can, "choke me."
(10:40:46 PM) Liza: yes dan choke him
(10:42:01 PM) Delilah: "You want me to choke you," Dan repeats slowly, running his fingers up and down the side of Jepha's neck so softly that Jepha wants to scream stop being nice, make me hurt at the top of his voice. Even Dan's words are soft, mumbling away into Jepha's ear, tickling the underside of his libidio with their rumble. "You want me to choke you, Jepharee? Is that what you want?"
(10:42:10 PM) Delilah: "Hnn."
(10:42:13 PM) Delilah: "Hnn?"
(10:43:15 PM) Delilah: "Yes." It comes out as something between a frustrated gasp and a grunt from the bottom of his body. If his hands weren't caught so effectly between Dan's he'd be trying to pull Dan's hand to his throat round about now, demonstrating. "Please."
(10:44:14 PM) Liza: yessssssssss
(10:48:58 PM) Delilah: "Please what, Jephareeeen?" Dan pulls back to look him steadily in the eye, still stroking with his maddeningly soft touch, still just running his fingers up and down Jepha's neck like he's surreptitiously touching up some drunk girl at a party without her noticing. "Please what?"
(10:55:33 PM) Delilah: "Please, Dan." Jepha holds his gaze, tries not to fidget or bite the inside of his mouth or turn his head abruptly so Dan's fingers will rest directly over his windpipe. "Please choke me." The words are beginning to sound absurd in his head; meaningless. His hands are going numb. His dick, on the other hand, is getting harder. Fucked up fucking thing. Dan strokes his collarbone, his fingers draped across the side of Jepha's neck like a loose scarf.
(10:56:50 PM) Delilah: "Good boy." And with a swift, almost friendly peck on the lips that doesn't so much as ruffle his fucking lipstick, Dan closes one hand around Jepha's neck like a steel slave collar and clenches it tight.
(10:58:07 PM) Liza: kkghlkjgkuy crifkuyghb\
(10:58:08 PM) Liza: nm
(11:05:50 PM) Delilah: A sound like huhp escapes Jepha's lips and he hits the back of his head on the edge of the toilet as he slumps, caught twice in Dan's disturbingly large hands. It doesn't take long for his lips to be as numb as his hands, his head spinning gently while his hips make mindless, unconscious rocking movements. His ass shifting on the floor, his balls trapped between the backs of his thighs, his dick rubbing on the dress fabric like he's fucking the dress, or a humping a particularly giving hotel bed.
(11:18:50 PM) Liza: nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh
(11:37:58 PM) Delilah: "Now how are you going to beg, Jepharella?" Dan asks, his voice surprisingly tight.
(11:38:17 PM) Liza: nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh
(11:40:57 PM) Delilah: Jepha inhales hard through his nose. Nothing. He tries with his numb-lipped mouth and in the process of dragging a little air into his lungs he makes a disgusting sound. He knows it pretty well from the times he's leaned, woozy and hard and high, against a noose made from a leather belt, or a towel; it's the gross sound of his breath struggling to get into his body, his body fighting for air even as he cuts it off. Or has it cut off for him. Jepha closes his eyes and moves his lips silently, humping against the air.
(11:41:10 PM) Liza: alksdjflksj
(11:41:14 PM) Liza: FFFFFFFFFFFFFUCK <3
(11:42:02 PM) Delilah: He makes the word please with his red-painted lips, writing the word on the air, even though he knows the rest of the sentence will die before it reaches his mouth.
(11:43:07 PM) Delilah: Dan says, "Your lips are going a funny colour."
(11:43:18 PM) Delilah: Jepha mouths I'm wearing lipstick, asshole.
(11:43:29 PM) Liza: DAAAAAAAAN
(11:44:17 PM) Delilah: "Jepha," Dan says, but he sounds swimmy and far-off. Jepha smiles aimlessly at the sound of his voice. "JEPHA," Dan repeats, letting go his wrists, but not his neck.
(12:11:47 AM) Delilah: "Hey," Jepha croaks, trying to shove his arms back into Dan's grip without opening his eyes.
(12:11:57 AM) Delilah: "Jepha," Dan repeats a third time. "Spit."
(12:13:17 AM) Delilah: Jepha opens one eye and tries to focus on Dan's out-of-focus face. His head is cloudy and his body is electric. He feels like a thunderstorm in an evening dress, hunched up on a bathroom floor, and he kind of wants everything, all at once. He mouths, what, and listens to the sound of his body trying to scrabble for oxygen.
(12:26:46 AM) Delilah: Dan's big, beautiful, brilliant hand - the one that should be holding Jepha's wrists painfully-close together, like handcuffs made of flesh, and isn't - sits under Jepha's chin in a cup. "Spit," he repeats, rubbing the side of Jepha's neck with his thumb even as he squeezes tighter.
(12:29:00 AM) Delilah: Jepha hesitates, not sure he didn't just hallucinate the instruction from lack of air.
(12:29:12 AM) Delilah: "Spit," Dan says patiently. "We have five minutes."
(12:35:52 AM) Delilah: It's a messy business and one which Jepha might find himself reduced to tears of laughter over any other time when he wasn't so turned on he was trying to fuck air molecules; Jepha half-spits and half-drools - having his neck muscles effectively silenced makes it hard to spit up, and having his throat closed makes summoning saliva the usual ways more difficult - and dribbles a glob of spit down over his chin. It must have ruined the foundation, he thinks, giving not one tenth of a shit about it.
(12:37:03 AM) Delilah: Dan closes his hand into a fist, opens it out, wet and shining, and - his other clasped around Jepha's neck firm and hot; a collar, a yoke - wraps it around Jepha's dick.
(12:39:34 AM) Liza: NNNNNNGH
(1:13:04 AM) Delilah: He's so fucking hungry for that touch that when it comes he shudders, jerks violently in Dan's clutches; when Dan starts to go at his dick, fast and hard with no preamble and no soft strokes, Jepha' grateful for the pressure on his neck killing the words in his throat. The sounds that do make their way out aren't words or groans or even gasps, but fragments of vowels, fractured consonants: mmnnnuurrrr and ffff, deep-chest sounds that get squeezed out of shape by the hand around his neck. With the bathroom's highly reflective acoustics it probably sounds like someone murdering an elephant.
(1:14:52 AM) Liza: nnnnnmmmmmmmmnnnnnngh
(1:29:02 AM) Delilah: He's so glad of the pressure on his throat, so glad; it stops the build-up in his balls and belly from being unbearable, it stops him from doing anything but wheezing and gasping as he comes, comes in Dan's hand.
(1:30:54 AM) Delilah: When Dan takes his hand away the rush of air is like the first breath after a menthol inhaler. He's giddy from the oxygen, giddy from the orgasm, half-retching and floppy as a cut-stringed puppet, collapsing in on himself as Dan props a long arm around him. Delicate as a cat, Dan licks Jepha's come from his hand and pats him on the head with a grin that suggests his hand wasn't entirely clean before he started wiping it on Jepha's hair.
(1:39:52 AM) Liza: DAN YOU NASTY FUCKER
(1:41:19 AM) Delilah: Jepha finds himself nestling awkwardly in the crook of Dan's arm as he tries and fails to pull his dress back down. Eventually Dan takes pity on him and arranges the folds of black fabric over his thighs.
(1:41:55 AM) Delilah: "This was a bad idea," Jepha says, mostly to himself.
(1:42:12 AM) Delilah: "Nope," Dan says to the top of his head. "It's only a bad idea if you don't get on set in time."
(by howifall)
(8:21:27 PM) Delilah: The problem with Bert is that he's charming . Jepha normally doesn't exactly disapprove of this unless Bert is directly applying his own brand of manic, intense charm to Jepha to make him do something he categorically refused to do like twelve times; normally Bert's charm is merely charming and a little bit entertaining. It's especially fun to watch Quinn crumble under it, time and again, like a sandcastle struck at the base by the sea. Quinn is incapable of refusing Bert, and that's adorable. Jepha's lost count of the number of times he's drawn a heart around the two of them with his forefinger in the air, and clasped his hands to his chest in mock-but-real vicarious swoons.
(8:21:53 PM) Liza: awwww
(8:22:43 PM) Delilah: Unfortunately it's not just Quinn who has no willpower in the face of Bert's grinning gimlet stare.
(8:23:52 PM) Delilah: It turns out that gosh, music video directors, costume and make-up departments, and everyone up to and including Jepha's own mom seem powerless to resist when Bert flashes his pointy little teeth, flares his nostrils, and suggests in a seductive tone that what they really, really need in this video is for Jeph to bein a dress "looking like a slut".
(8:25:58 PM) Delilah: Jepha makes protesting noises; the terminology is misogynistic. Bert points out that Jepha is a man, which Jepha was, unsurprisingly, already aware of. He complains that he's already been in drag for one video, and it's someone else's turn now. Bert opines that Jepha would look cute in a little black number, with trashy red lipstick. Jepha concedes that he would, because he is nothing if not vain. He does however offer misgivings about his ability to maintain anything resembling a straight face, and repeats his whiny request for Quinn to have a go at cross-dressing. Quinn has the shoulders for ballgowns, Jepha says.
(8:27:12 PM) Liza: hahaha YES HE DOES..
(8:28:45 PM) Delilah: Quinn looks up from his box of Lucky Charms, his hair at an impressively rakish angle for something so full of honey, sprinkles, and bacon bits, and says, "Uck foo, I'm all about the swimsu--" and starts coughing violently.
(8:31:26 PM) Delilah: When Quinn's regained control of his airways he glares at Jepha over the top of his cereal box like Jepha is the cause of everything that is bad and wrong in this world. Jepha feels this is monstrously unfair; for a start, the honey and sprinkles in Quinn's hair are Bert's doing, and the baconbits are Dan's. Jepha was too stoned to have anything to do with that.
(8:31:43 PM) Liza: <3 OH THE USED
(8:34:10 PM) Delilah: "What?" Jepha asks nervously when Bert starts staring off into the distance behind him. "What?"
(8:34:22 PM) Delilah: "WARDROBE," Dan shouts in his ear.
(8:41:27 PM) Delilah: Jepha hasn't quite recovered from the near heart-attack (nearly a decade touring with Bert and fuck, he still hasn't gotten used to people sneaking up on him and screaming in his face) when Dan shoves his enormous gorilla arms under Jepha's knees and armpits and scoops him up like a newly-wed bride.
(8:41:45 PM) Delilah: "No," Jepha says sadly, flapping at Dan's bicep without much conviction. "Put me down. I'm not doing it."
(8:43:36 PM) Delilah: In truth he's still slightly staggered. Dan hasn't been with them long but one thing Jepha's already noticed is he's strong. Not much bigger than Jepha, but insanely, car-pullingly, drummers-all-look-like-this-really strong. Also he has hands that could strangle an elephant. Jepha is a well-behaved man with a sense of boundaries and morals and that is why he definitely isn't swooning and he's definitely never jerked off to the thought of Dan pounding his ass with one of those enormous gorilla hands fastened like a choke chain around Jepha's throat.
(8:43:56 PM) Liza: nnnnnnnnngh
(8:48:35 PM) Delilah: "Jephareen," Dan says gravely, hoisting Jepha over his shoulder in a fireman's carry as if Jepha weighs less than a photograph of himself, "wardrobe wants. Wardrobe gets." He slaps Jepha on the ass; it's a joking slap, hard enough to sting and shudder Jepha's bones, but that doesn't matter to the bit of Jepha's brain which doesn't function like normal people brains, and it starts sending dick get hard messages through his nerves even as Jepha bites the end of his tongue and thinks don't get hard don't get hard. "Time to go dreth thopping," Dan says, wheeling about and bouncing Jepha up and down like a small dog as he exits the damp-smelling green room.
(8:49:54 PM) Liza: GODDAMN DAN THROWING JEPHA AROUND IS NEVER GOING TO BE NOT HOT
(8:53:32 PM) Delilah: "I don't want--" Jepha begins as Dan judders him down a flight of steps. "Ow."
(8:53:44 PM) Delilah: Dan smacks him on the ass again. "We're off to see the wizard --"
(8:55:54 PM) Delilah: "I can walk," Jepha protests, making a grab for Dan's belt loops and missing as Dan sways him to one side.
(8:56:47 PM) Delilah: "With that boner in your pants I don't think you caaaan," Dan sings, and slaps him on the ass a third time. He drums his fingers on the spot he's just slapped, and Jepha half-swallows his own tongue; goes red, and shuts the fuck up with his ears singing from the blood coursing through them.
(8:58:59 PM) Liza: nnnngh
(9:01:18 PM) Delilah: He is given approximately no warning when Dan dumps him ass-first onto the concrete floor of Wardrobe & Make-Up in a slithery and confused heap.
(9:04:08 PM) Delilah: "Wardrobe, Jepha, Jepha, Wardrobe," Dan says, as if he is introducing them to each other at a very formal party. Jepha curls up over a still quite obvious boner, and cranes his neck to greet two very obviously gay men in black t-shirts, one woman in a black shirt who has the most amazing hair he's ever seen, and one woman in a white t-shirt with a cat on it who looks like she could probably kill him without breaking a sweat.
(9:04:26 PM) Delilah: It is definitely Dan's fault that, just for a second, Jepha considers the group as a potential orgy and finds it entirely pleasing.
(9:04:39 PM) Liza: hahahahahaha OH JEPHA
(9:10:46 PM) Delilah: "Chest?" barks the woman in the kitten t-shirt.
(9:15:19 PM) Delilah: After a minute Jepha realises she wants his chest measurement. He gives it to her while trying to judge if it's safe to stand up yet - no one has asked him to, but then they're probably used to working with musicians, actors, and other mentally-deficient freaks. Jepha runs down the list of every other measurement he can think of and spends a moment fiddling with his bangs. Make-up will deal with them, it doesn't matter what he does with them, and if he doesn't do something with his hands he's going to end up pinching himself.
(9:21:18 PM) Liza: OH JEPHA JEPHA JEPHA
(9:24:45 PM) Delilah: "Dick?" Dan asks. Jepha gives due consideration to the question.
(9:24:53 PM) Delilah: "Fuck you," he says, "it is fuck you inches."
(9:25:11 PM) Liza: <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
(9:25:31 PM) Delilah: "Mine's fuck you and a half," Dan says placidly. "I win."
(9:27:07 PM) Liza: DAAAAAAAAAAAAN
(9:28:06 PM) Delilah: Jepha crosses his legs and levers himself upright. The boner is fading to a squashy semi-on, and it might just be safe if no one else slaps his fucknig ass for a minute. "So do I get stockings?" he asks the girl with the fantastic hair.
(9:28:13 PM) Delilah: She raises her eyebrows and says nothing.
(9:28:35 PM) Delilah: "Pantyhose?" he tries.
(9:29:27 PM) Delilah: She gazes past him at the guys in black t-shirts and there's the unmistakeable sound of make-up bags rustling. "Shirt off," says one of the make-up guys, and Jepha obeys immediately.
(9:29:50 PM) Delilah: "A corset?" he asks, meaning to joke but finding the words get stuck in his throat and come out a little breathy.
(9:30:02 PM) Liza: nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh
(9:30:13 PM) Delilah: She says nothing.
(9:31:12 PM) Delilah: Jepha risks a look at Dan, who is leaning on the wall with his hands behind him, idly tapping something with the tips of his fingers, bobbing his head slowly from side to side to some imagined beat. His line of sight corresponds to Jepha's nipples, but Jepha can't fault him for that; anyone with tattoos as entrancing as his has to put up with being looked at a lot.
(9:33:10 PM) Liza: NO JEPHA DAN IS LOOKING AT YOUR NIPPLES
(9:35:40 PM) Delilah: A second or two later Jepha's being hauled into the chair and poked, dabbed, and slathered with various chemical powders. "Make-up first, then clothes," explains the terrifying-looking kitten t-shirt woman. "Otherwise you just get powder on the dress and then Joe beats you to death for taking too long getting onto set."
(9:37:21 PM) Delilah: "Really," Jepha says, trying to keep his lips still as they're blotted, smudged, and repainted in a slightly different shade of bloody red.
(9:43:49 PM) Liza: JEPHA IN LIPSTICK WOOO
(9:47:44 PM) Delilah: "Really," the woman in the kitten t-shirt says firmly, "with a claw hammer. We will all die."
(9:52:11 PM) Liza: NO KILLING JEPHAAAA
(9:53:06 PM) Delilah: Jepha hopes she's joking. He is a little too cold on his back, and too warm at the front, where old-style mirror lighting is in danger of singeing the skin off his body. "Nice," he says, as Dan starts humming the theme from Psycho.
(10:01:54 PM) Delilah: When he's pronounced done, Jepha barely recognises his own face. He's done make-up before, usually by himself, and occasionally just letting Bert go to town on him, and once when they toured with the MCR guys he'd let Gerard Way turn him into a corpse; usually the end result of make-up is that Jepha looks like a dead body, a lunatic, or a man who has fallen over while carrying paint. Today he looks in the mirror and sees a mind-jangling combination of beautiful make-up and a familiar face. The cognitive dissonance hits him weirdly, in the balls, and leaves him feeling dazed.
(10:05:26 PM) Liza: JEPHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
(10:44:08 PM) Liza: WOO
(10:44:58 PM) Delilah: "Up," says kitten t-shirt woman, who is clearly In Charge, or at the very least the one who has been granted use of vocal cords today. Jepha tries to remember the Greek mythology creatures - were they witches or something? - that had one eye between them. It's like that, only with words.
(10:45:09 PM) Liza: OH JEPHA
(10:46:42 PM) Delilah: *panders*
(10:46:47 PM) Delilah: He gets up.
(10:46:57 PM) Delilah: "Up," she says again, indicating his arms.
(10:47:26 PM) Liza: \o/
(10:50:36 PM) Delilah: Jepha raises his arms over his head like a little boy. Kitten t-shirt woman is verging on six foot tall, and dwarfs him like he's Fay Wray and she's King Kong. He likes that idea. She's still terrifying, but who doesn't want to be borne aloft in a fancy ... dress. Jepha kicks himself internally as the black slinky thing goes down over him, soft fabric catching on his nipple bars; he tries to concentrate on something unsexy, like Quinn's disgusting toenails, or Bert wiping boogers on his veggie burrito last night.
(2:54:27 PM) Delilah: He goes for broke. Ronald Reagan, math class, dead puppies, the smell of burning tires. The erection remains thankfully absent as the dress is pulled down over his hips. It comes down to his thighs, hanging in ugly lumps over his jeans.
(3:01:52 PM) Liza: ick ronald reagan is definitely a bonerkiller
(3:02:24 PM) Delilah: "Pants off," says kitten t-shirt, making the appropriate down gesture.
(3:03:50 PM) Delilah: Jepha struggles with his sneakers - okay, maybe he should have unlaced them first - and after a little shuffling and struggling he hands his jeans to kitten t-shirt, who takes them as if they're toxic, and peers into the top.
(3:03:54 PM) Delilah: "And underpants."
(3:03:57 PM) Delilah: "Wh--"
(3:04:16 PM) Delilah: "You ever heard of VPL?" she snaps, making a give it here gesture.
(3:04:31 PM) Delilah: "Yes," Jepha says crossly. Does she think he never watches TV at all?
(3:11:05 PM) Liza: oh Jepha
(3:16:54 PM) Delilah: He shuffles off his underwear and drops it into his jeans. Kitten t-shirt passes the mess to Fabulous Hair like she's handing over a dead rat, and Jepha feels curiously slighted. He is the cleanest person in the band, if they're going to square up to Bert and Quinn and their highly erratic approach to personal hygiene later they're in for a shock.
(3:18:43 PM) Liza: hahahah
(3:23:37 PM) Delilah: Ronald Reagan Ronald Reagan Ronald Reagan , he thinks frantically as the dress fabric sloughs across the end of his dick and clings to his thighs. Dead puppies. Rotten fish. Bert's farts.
(3:24:05 PM) Delilah: "You'll get shoes on set," says kitten t-shirt, oblivious to his inner turmoil. "So you don't break your ankle."
(3:24:17 PM) Delilah: "I can walk in heels," Jepha says indignantly.
(3:24:55 PM) Delilah: "I'm sure you can," says kitten t-shirt. "Get on set now." (3:27:46 PM) Delilah: Jepha doesn't say anything about not knowing where the set is; he just leaves Wardrobe with careful steps, so very conscious of the soft black fabric clinging to his legs, his ass, his balls ...
(3:27:49 PM) Delilah: Dan follows him.
(3:34:21 PM) Delilah: "Don't smack my ass again," Jepha says. It's intended as a warning, but it comes out as a plea. He bites at his left snakebite piercing and concentrates on how cold the floor is under his bare feet.
(3:34:50 PM) Delilah: Behind him like a large, warm shadow, Dan digs his enormous chin into Jepha's shoulder and says, "Why not?"
(3:37:13 PM) Liza: DAAAAAN
(3:39:33 PM) Delilah: Because I asked you not to is a reason which has to Jepha's memory never actually been effective while associating with musicians. It's usually an invitation for someone to do what you just asked them not to again, only louder, harder, and with a bigger audience. He wonders if he forgot that, or if his balls have been sending sneaky covert agents into his brain again. Ronald Reagan Ronald Reagan. Louder, harder, and with a bigger audience. Jepha bites the other side of his lip.
(3:41:37 PM) Delilah: "Whyyyyy," Dan repeats, grabbing Jepha's waist, keeping time behind him with what Jepha assumes is a bandy-legged waddle. "Why why why why..."
(3:43:31 PM) Delilah: "Because filming," Jepha says in his best caveman voice. "Because professional. Because not my dress."
(3:47:23 PM) Delilah: "They don't want it back," Dan says, as if that resolves absolutely everything, no further questions. Jepha stops walking, and Dan smacks into him from behind, bumping the front of his thigh off the back of Jepha's.
(3:49:56 PM) Liza: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN.
(3:52:29 PM) Delilah: When Dan releases Jepha from under his chin, lets go of Jepha's waist with his long, strong, extraordinary fingers, Jepha gets a sudden flash of premonition. Dan is clearly not just going to let him go waltzing off like a prom queen in a hooker's dress down this cold concrete corridor. He freezes on the spot, and so while the force of Dan's slap on his ass nearly lifts him of his feet, sends him groping for the wall to keep his balance as his knees buckle from under him, it is at least not really a surprise.
(3:59:57 PM) Delilah: He means to say Dan, stop it, but what comes dribbling off his traitor tongue is, "Oh god," and while it's not strictly speaking an endorsement it's certainly not a protest in that tone of voice. Jepha braces himself against the brickwork and puts his forehead to the smooth white paint. "Dan."
(4:01:51 PM) Liza: nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh
(4:04:58 PM) Delilah: "No?" Dan asks, his hand on Jepha's ass. He's not hitting it now, just holding one asscheek and squeezing gently. There is no way on anyone's earth this looks subtle, friendly, or accidental, and anyone passing will see it for what it is; a fucking huge come-on and a fucking huge turn-on; Dan's hand is huge and warm and Jepha's borrowed dress is riding up the backs of his thighs and touching the back of his balls and Jepha's tongue is stuck to the roof of his mouth.
(4:05:39 PM) Liza: nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh
(4:17:00 PM) Delilah: He's being offered the option to stop this. Jepha's face is hot against the cool, smooth paint. Around him in these studios there are sound walls, cables, all kinds of strange and arcane filming equipment that Quinn knows the name of and Jepha doesn't; there are lighting technicians and sound technicians and runners and someone in a different studio recording a video for a band he has never heard of; there's a catering crew, a troop of trained dogs, and somewhere in the maze, Bert and Quinn are interlocking minds and bickering about socks, snot, and soulbonding. Dan's hand is on his ass, so huge that the ends of his long fingers brush the bare skin on the backs of his legs, where the dress has lifted up.
(4:17:23 PM) Liza: DAAAAAAAAAAAAN HANDS
(4:19:41 PM) Delilah: He unsticks his tongue from the roof of his mouth and mutters, "Okay," from the depths of his nuts.
(4:20:49 PM) Delilah: Dan lifts Jepha by his ass, just for a second; his hands on Jepha's shoulders a moment later, pulling him backward. Jepha stumbles over his own feet, tripping on his ankles, glad of the absence of heels but worried just what he's about to step on.
(4:26:55 PM) Liza: nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh
(4:27:41 PM) Delilah: Those fingers are too close to hid throat for Jepha to think clearly about that, though; he goes where Dan pushes, as docile as a doped lamb, not even trying to turn his head and see where they're going. There's a creak, a familiar chemical-and-urine smell, and a change in the light as a door swings shut. Another creak, another bang, and the walls have closed in. Jepha doesn't look, just feels the cold metal against his legs and knows they're in a toilet cubicle.
(4:28:17 PM) Delilah: Dan's forefinger zips over his collarbones and Jepha swallows, catching his eye for a second.
(4:28:29 PM) Delilah: Dan slaps in him in the face. "No looking." (4:37:18 PM) Delilah: His cheek reddening, Jepha looks at the floor as drool escapes from around his piercings. Jepha wonders if saliva cracks film lipstick the way it does the cheap stuff he's always worn before; he wonders how Dan knew to do that, to catch him just right to make him feel ... humiliated and hot ... wanted and worthless, all at once. Fuck.
(4:39:18 PM) Liza: lkasjd flkjas
(8:43:18 PM) Delilah: He concentrates on the cold, disenfacted concrete under his feet. It's not quite a club toilet or a back alley, but it's still dirty in here, and the smell of the chemicals they use to try and mitigate the filth lends everything a medical feel. Jepha rolls one shoulder at a time, touches his cheek where Dan hit him, feeling the sting and the tenderness.
(8:51:46 PM) Delilah: "No kissing," Dan adds, and Jepha scowls at the floor. If this is going to be like that then never fucking mind how much he likes Dan's hands and humour, never fucking mind how much he wants to know about the dude's dick. He doesn't do shit like that any more. "You'll smudge your lipstick," Dan finishes, severely.
(8:53:45 PM) Delilah: Then he kisses Jepha's throat, knocking his head back like he's a toy or a kid with ice-cream on his face; kisses his throat. Jepha makes a grab for Dan's belt loops to steady himself, but Dan jerks his hips away with surprising grace and goes right on basically Frenching the fuck out of Jepha's Adam's apple.
(9:03:30 PM) Delilah: "Fuck," Jepha says in the same spineless whimper that he always resorts to in situations like this. Dan holds the back of his head, his whole skull cupped like a fragile eggshell in Dan's catcher's-mitt hand, and Jepha can't think to do much besides hold onto his bicep and try not to think too much about what he's doing. Fucking someone in his band is dumb. Fooling around with Quinn occasionally is not dumb, because Bert thinks it's hilarious and Quinn is usually so drunk that he can't remember anyhow, but actually fucking fucking someone in the band, when no one else is here ...
(9:04:09 PM) Liza: oh Jephareeeee
(9:05:42 PM) Delilah: "Patience, Jephareen," Dan grunts, addressing the remark to Jepha's jugular. He runs a hand down over Jepha's back, cups one half of his ass in a solid grip; grabs the other half. Lifts Jepha onto his toes.
(9:06:30 PM) Liza: nnnnghdanhands
(9:06:46 PM) Delilah: Pushes them back into the back wall of the cubicle so hard that Jepha cracks the back of his head on the concrete. He's straddling the toilet bowl, on the tips of his toes, when Dan sinks his teeth into Jepha's collarbone and tears a gurgling groan from his mouth.
(9:14:21 PM) Delilah: "Uff," Jepha says when he's got a better grip on words. "Shit, I just trod in - "
(9:15:13 PM) Delilah: "Shh," Dan tells the dip between his collar bones, "less word more moan."
(9:15:31 PM) Liza: daaaaaaaaaaaan
(9:20:02 PM) Delilah: Jepha bites his own thumb, across the knuckle, and stops talking. Dan has successfully rucked up Jepha's dress to his thighs, a leg bent between them and hovering over the toilet bowl like Dan's a fucking sex flamingo. Jepha would laugh, but he has a mouthful of thumb, his neck is getting increasingly bitten, and Dan his pulling his ass-cheeks apart in a manner that suggests he has plans for inserting something between them.
(9:20:28 PM) Liza: nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh
(9:26:58 PM) Liza: I APPROVE OF DAN'S PLANS
(9:27:26 PM) Delilah: Dan's fingers have curved into the space they've created like he's going to pull Jepha in two down the middle, and Jepha's naked balls are more or less resting on Dan's thigh. Turned-on though he his, Jepha can't see how he's going to make anything of this precarious position without one or both of them falling in the can and spoiling the mood and possibly breaking an ankle or an arm. He refuses to admit that, sometimes, in the moments before he comes when he's alone and desperate for someone to hit him or hold him or fuck him or force him to blow them, he would pretty much welcome someone snapping a bone if meant they were grabbing at him.
(9:31:40 PM) Delilah: Dan's fingertips must be leaving dents in the inside reaches of his ass. His teeth are definitely marking up Jepha's chest, where he isn't trailing slug-paths of saliva over the black fabric. Jepha breathes around his thumb. He tries to keep his balance on the tips of his toes, but he's no fucking ballet dancer and when Dan readjusts his grip, Jepha slides sideways and bangs his elbow on the wall.
(9:39:23 PM) Delilah: Dan manages to extract his hands from Jepha's butt and catch him before he lands either in the toilet or down the side where Jepha is pretty convinced there isn't enough space for someone - even someone as small as him - to fall without doing himself serious damage. "Uh," Dan says brightly, "moodkill."
(9:39:34 PM) Delilah: "Ronald Reagan," Jepha says, before he can stop himself
(9:39:40 PM) Liza: hahahahahaha OH JEPHA
(9:48:53 PM) Delilah: "I'll give you Ronald fucking Reagan," Dan says, transferring his grip to Jepha's wrists and pushing down until Jepha can't resist any more; he twists, flops, and hits the deck with the back of his dress sticking up itself in an unruly tangle. His butt touches concrete, his balls hit Dan's shoe kind of painfully, and his teeth close too hard against each other with an alarming clack. "There. Ronald fucking Reagan."
(9:49:39 PM) Liza: NGHHH
(9:50:17 PM) Delilah: Jepha forgets he's not supposed to make eye-contact, and frowns up at Quinn's newly-acquired drummer in confusion. "Ronald Reagan?"
(9:50:59 PM) Delilah: "Trickle down," Dan says, clearly pleased with himself. He still has Jepha's wrists caught in his hands, which should feel threatening, but because Jepha is a widely acknowledge freak, feels comfortable, nice, and hot like the sun.
(9:51:14 PM) Delilah: Jepha mouths a few vowels before saying, "... that was an economics joke."
(9:51:19 PM) Liza: hahahahahahahahahaha
(9:52:35 PM) Delilah: "Dan steal humour from Daily Show," Dan admits, squashing Jepha's wrists together in one hand so he can grab his jaw with the other; tilting his head back to look Jepha in the mouth. "Jeph, he look like a classy broad."
(9:52:45 PM) Delilah: Jepha holds his gaze.
(9:53:05 PM) Delilah: "Looks deceiving," Dan concludes, releasing his chin. "Jepha secretly cheap."
(9:53:12 PM) Liza: hahahahahaha OH DANNIFER
(9:56:35 PM) Delilah: "Not secret," Jepha points out. He can feel his dick, half-hard, nestling between the skin of his thighs and the skin of his belly, prickled with shaven pubic hairs and brushed by soft dress fabric across the head, the PA in danger of building up a static charge. This constant background of not-quite-fucking is fucking with his head.
(9:57:39 PM) Liza: JEPHAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
(10:11:29 PM) Delilah: Dan crouches with Jepha's wrists trapped in his stupid huge man-paw, and holds Jepha's gaze again. Jepha is acutely aware that he is half-naked, wearing a dress, and covered in a lot of expensive make-up. He is also acutely aware that he shouldn't be turned on by this, but he's had years to come to terms with the fact that he gets off on stuff that makes other people laugh, scowl, or throw up. "What now?"
(10:13:02 PM) Delilah: Jepha tries to shrug. He's caught in the middle of a web of different things he wants, and things he knows he ought to do, like getting up off the floor, covering his ass back up, and getting onto set. "Tell me," he says. He means you tell me, I don't know, but he knows he also means tell me, and I'll do it.
(10:14:12 PM) Delilah: Dan regards him closely. "Ask me."
(10:14:20 PM) Delilah: Jepha shrugs.
(10:14:38 PM) Delilah: Dan squeezes Jepha's wrists until they hurt, and mutters against his ear, "Beg me."
(10:14:44 PM) Liza: n asjdfhalsdkjf
(10:14:45 PM) Liza: nnngh
(10:20:39 PM) Delilah: Jepha focuses on Dan's cheek, so close to his own, and mutters, "Tell me what to beg for."
(10:24:20 PM) Delilah: Dan's nose brushes the inside of his ear and says, "Okay. Beg me to hurt you."
Jepha bites the back of his lip, pulling his left snakebite in against his skin, probably displacing lipstick.
"Beg me for what you want in you, and where." When Dan licks his lips, Jepha hears it and feels it. He shifts his thighs against the floor and feels the movement of the cold on his balls.
(10:24:46 PM) Liza: nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh
(10:27:15 PM) Delilah: "Can--"
(10:27:53 PM) Delilah: "Beg," Dan says, holding the back of Jepha's head again, pressing his ear to Dan's mouth instead of the other way around. "Not ask. Beg."
(10:29:34 PM) Liza: daaaaaaaaaan
(10:34:28 PM) Liza: ungarbleunf
(10:36:08 PM) Delilah: Jepha clears his throat, and tries to link his brain and dick up in a way that makes any kind of sense. His neck feels bare. Good place to start. "Please," he says. Good. Good word. Good begging word. "Please, Dan." Better. "Please ..." And of course, the words choose now to let him down. So he bites the inside of his mouth, and tries again. "Please. Would you. Can you. Please. Ffffuck."
(10:36:37 PM) Liza: NNNNNGHUNFPLZMOAR?
(10:37:34 PM) Delilah: There's a distant, distant sound of running feet. "Please what?" Dan asks, squeezing Jepha's wrists again. He is in every inch of Jepha's personal space except the bits Jepha most want him in.
(10:38:06 PM) Delilah: "Please, neck. Hand." Jepha scrolls through the English language in search of the right verb. "Choke."
(10:38:26 PM) Liza: CHOKING IS GOOD
(10:39:40 PM) Delilah: "Choke?" Dan repeats, stroking the exact spot where Jepha's jugular pulses below the surface of his skin, his rough fingerprints over Jepha's long-settled ink. "Choke?"
(10:39:56 PM) Delilah: "Please," Jepha enunciates as clearly as he can, "choke me."
(10:40:46 PM) Liza: yes dan choke him
(10:42:01 PM) Delilah: "You want me to choke you," Dan repeats slowly, running his fingers up and down the side of Jepha's neck so softly that Jepha wants to scream stop being nice, make me hurt at the top of his voice. Even Dan's words are soft, mumbling away into Jepha's ear, tickling the underside of his libidio with their rumble. "You want me to choke you, Jepharee? Is that what you want?"
(10:42:10 PM) Delilah: "Hnn."
(10:42:13 PM) Delilah: "Hnn?"
(10:43:15 PM) Delilah: "Yes." It comes out as something between a frustrated gasp and a grunt from the bottom of his body. If his hands weren't caught so effectly between Dan's he'd be trying to pull Dan's hand to his throat round about now, demonstrating. "Please."
(10:44:14 PM) Liza: yessssssssss
(10:48:58 PM) Delilah: "Please what, Jephareeeen?" Dan pulls back to look him steadily in the eye, still stroking with his maddeningly soft touch, still just running his fingers up and down Jepha's neck like he's surreptitiously touching up some drunk girl at a party without her noticing. "Please what?"
(10:55:33 PM) Delilah: "Please, Dan." Jepha holds his gaze, tries not to fidget or bite the inside of his mouth or turn his head abruptly so Dan's fingers will rest directly over his windpipe. "Please choke me." The words are beginning to sound absurd in his head; meaningless. His hands are going numb. His dick, on the other hand, is getting harder. Fucked up fucking thing. Dan strokes his collarbone, his fingers draped across the side of Jepha's neck like a loose scarf.
(10:56:50 PM) Delilah: "Good boy." And with a swift, almost friendly peck on the lips that doesn't so much as ruffle his fucking lipstick, Dan closes one hand around Jepha's neck like a steel slave collar and clenches it tight.
(10:58:07 PM) Liza: kkghlkjgkuy crifkuyghb\
(10:58:08 PM) Liza: nm
(11:05:50 PM) Delilah: A sound like huhp escapes Jepha's lips and he hits the back of his head on the edge of the toilet as he slumps, caught twice in Dan's disturbingly large hands. It doesn't take long for his lips to be as numb as his hands, his head spinning gently while his hips make mindless, unconscious rocking movements. His ass shifting on the floor, his balls trapped between the backs of his thighs, his dick rubbing on the dress fabric like he's fucking the dress, or a humping a particularly giving hotel bed.
(11:18:50 PM) Liza: nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh
(11:37:58 PM) Delilah: "Now how are you going to beg, Jepharella?" Dan asks, his voice surprisingly tight.
(11:38:17 PM) Liza: nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh
(11:40:57 PM) Delilah: Jepha inhales hard through his nose. Nothing. He tries with his numb-lipped mouth and in the process of dragging a little air into his lungs he makes a disgusting sound. He knows it pretty well from the times he's leaned, woozy and hard and high, against a noose made from a leather belt, or a towel; it's the gross sound of his breath struggling to get into his body, his body fighting for air even as he cuts it off. Or has it cut off for him. Jepha closes his eyes and moves his lips silently, humping against the air.
(11:41:10 PM) Liza: alksdjflksj
(11:41:14 PM) Liza: FFFFFFFFFFFFFUCK <3
(11:42:02 PM) Delilah: He makes the word please with his red-painted lips, writing the word on the air, even though he knows the rest of the sentence will die before it reaches his mouth.
(11:43:07 PM) Delilah: Dan says, "Your lips are going a funny colour."
(11:43:18 PM) Delilah: Jepha mouths I'm wearing lipstick, asshole.
(11:43:29 PM) Liza: DAAAAAAAAN
(11:44:17 PM) Delilah: "Jepha," Dan says, but he sounds swimmy and far-off. Jepha smiles aimlessly at the sound of his voice. "JEPHA," Dan repeats, letting go his wrists, but not his neck.
(12:11:47 AM) Delilah: "Hey," Jepha croaks, trying to shove his arms back into Dan's grip without opening his eyes.
(12:11:57 AM) Delilah: "Jepha," Dan repeats a third time. "Spit."
(12:13:17 AM) Delilah: Jepha opens one eye and tries to focus on Dan's out-of-focus face. His head is cloudy and his body is electric. He feels like a thunderstorm in an evening dress, hunched up on a bathroom floor, and he kind of wants everything, all at once. He mouths, what, and listens to the sound of his body trying to scrabble for oxygen.
(12:26:46 AM) Delilah: Dan's big, beautiful, brilliant hand - the one that should be holding Jepha's wrists painfully-close together, like handcuffs made of flesh, and isn't - sits under Jepha's chin in a cup. "Spit," he repeats, rubbing the side of Jepha's neck with his thumb even as he squeezes tighter.
(12:29:00 AM) Delilah: Jepha hesitates, not sure he didn't just hallucinate the instruction from lack of air.
(12:29:12 AM) Delilah: "Spit," Dan says patiently. "We have five minutes."
(12:35:52 AM) Delilah: It's a messy business and one which Jepha might find himself reduced to tears of laughter over any other time when he wasn't so turned on he was trying to fuck air molecules; Jepha half-spits and half-drools - having his neck muscles effectively silenced makes it hard to spit up, and having his throat closed makes summoning saliva the usual ways more difficult - and dribbles a glob of spit down over his chin. It must have ruined the foundation, he thinks, giving not one tenth of a shit about it.
(12:37:03 AM) Delilah: Dan closes his hand into a fist, opens it out, wet and shining, and - his other clasped around Jepha's neck firm and hot; a collar, a yoke - wraps it around Jepha's dick.
(12:39:34 AM) Liza: NNNNNNGH
(1:13:04 AM) Delilah: He's so fucking hungry for that touch that when it comes he shudders, jerks violently in Dan's clutches; when Dan starts to go at his dick, fast and hard with no preamble and no soft strokes, Jepha' grateful for the pressure on his neck killing the words in his throat. The sounds that do make their way out aren't words or groans or even gasps, but fragments of vowels, fractured consonants: mmnnnuurrrr and ffff, deep-chest sounds that get squeezed out of shape by the hand around his neck. With the bathroom's highly reflective acoustics it probably sounds like someone murdering an elephant.
(1:14:52 AM) Liza: nnnnnmmmmmmmmnnnnnngh
(1:29:02 AM) Delilah: He's so glad of the pressure on his throat, so glad; it stops the build-up in his balls and belly from being unbearable, it stops him from doing anything but wheezing and gasping as he comes, comes in Dan's hand.
(1:30:54 AM) Delilah: When Dan takes his hand away the rush of air is like the first breath after a menthol inhaler. He's giddy from the oxygen, giddy from the orgasm, half-retching and floppy as a cut-stringed puppet, collapsing in on himself as Dan props a long arm around him. Delicate as a cat, Dan licks Jepha's come from his hand and pats him on the head with a grin that suggests his hand wasn't entirely clean before he started wiping it on Jepha's hair.
(1:39:52 AM) Liza: DAN YOU NASTY FUCKER
(1:41:19 AM) Delilah: Jepha finds himself nestling awkwardly in the crook of Dan's arm as he tries and fails to pull his dress back down. Eventually Dan takes pity on him and arranges the folds of black fabric over his thighs.
(1:41:55 AM) Delilah: "This was a bad idea," Jepha says, mostly to himself.
(1:42:12 AM) Delilah: "Nope," Dan says to the top of his head. "It's only a bad idea if you don't get on set in time."
(by howifall)