Just the Way I'm Not
Title: Just the Way I'm Not
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Dalex (Danny Kurily/Alex Grieco)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: He’s been to the clubs, he runs in the same circles as everyone else but he’s never actually... he’s a good kid for the most part. He’s nineteen years old, majoring in English and he’s never touched drugs in his life.
Disclaimer: don't own the characters, don't steal the plot. title and cut belong to All Time Low.
A/N: uh, badly written drug!fic. idk i felt like writing something with drugs and then people suggested Danny and Grieco so. brain baby! Love to Shannon for beta'ing~
tumblr is here, br0.
cum tell me what you think i will not be appreciative if you read it and then make like a tree and leaf.
Grieco, Grieco has never tried before. He’s been to the clubs, he runs in the same circles as everyone else but he’s never actually... he’s a good kid for the most part. He’s nineteen years old, majoring in English and he’s never touched drugs in his life. At the most part, he’s got drunk, really drunk, but that was once, and besides that one time he’s just been tipsy.
But Danny, Danny has a racing stripe and he has tattoos all over his arm (Grieco’s never seen them up close, he’s seen them from a distance because even though him and Danny run in the same circle, they have all the same friends and go to all the same parties, he’s never actually had a conversation with him before.)
Danny is kind of badass, Grieco knows that he’s the one who deals with the drugs, he’s the one who buys and then resells them to Vinny and Matt and Alex. It’s weird when he goes into Best Buy and sees him there, it never occurred to him that he would do things other then party and get high and drunk and sell drugs, but he’s there, behind the counter at Best Buy, currently ringing up his Good Charlotte CD and his ipod cables.
“I didn’t know you worked here,” he blurts before he can stop himself, and he sees Danny looking up at him, blinking as he studies him and he catches the way the look in his eye changes when he recognizes who he is. He’d half not expected him to recognize him anyway, since they’d said a whole of maybe, three and a half words to each other.
“Yeah! Part time, I need to pay off student loans, yano?” Danny says, punching in some numbers in the till. Grieco nods, he’s working at Bed Bath and Beyond to pay for his.
“What do you major in?” he asks, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. There’s no one else in the line, it’s the middle of the day on a Tuesday afternoon, so they can afford to talk for a little bit, if nothing else.
“Music, I minor in composition,” Danny says, and then smiles, nice and friendly, and something inside of Alex flares, warm and sweet. “That’ll be twenty three ninety five, by the way,” he gestures at the things on the belt.
Grieco hands him a twenty dollar bill and a five dollar bill, eyes drifting over to the sleeve on his right arm as he reaches out to take the money. They’re really cool, really, really cool, and before he can stop himself he’s kind of thinking, Wow, I’d like to see those up close and personal.
Their fingers brush as Danny drops the change in his hand and there’s a tiny spark of electricity. Grieco blushes, stammers something about needing to go and pick up his dry cleaning.
His dry cleaning.
Fuck.
“Hey,” Danny says, just as he’s started to walk away. “You forgot your stuff?” There’s a smile in his voice, and he’s not making fun of him, he isn’t. Grieco blushes harder.
“Right, yeah.”
He reaches out and Danny passes him the plastic bag, and his smile is really friendly, he might not be as scary as he seems to be. “A guy I know is having a party on Saturday, will I see you there?”
Grieco bites his lip, and then nods. He actually wasn’t planning on going to that party, he needed to study for finals, but Danny had asked him and he wanted to say yes, because he knew he was going to smile again and something about Danny’s smile was fucking magnetic. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, you’ll definitely see me there.”
Danny says, “Cool. That’ll be cool.”
&
The only reason Alex keeps accepting drinks from people is because he doesn’t know anyone and he’s way out of his comfort zone. Matt and Vinny bailed at the last second to “study” (Grieco suspects studying for them involves a lot more tongue and touching then it does for normal people) and Alex is wrapped so tightly around Jack that he’s having trouble figuring out where one man ends and the other begins.
What he’s drinking is really sweet, he almost can’t taste the alcohol which is why he keeps drinking more and more and more of it. If he can’t taste it, it isn’t there, right?
The drinks keep coming and at one point Grieco can’t even see straight. He goes outside for a little bit and there’s this guy who may or may not be named Rian and he’s really hot, he’s got really nice arms and they make out for a little while before the guy leans over and throws up over the side of the deck.
Alex leaves him quickly after that, especially when his boyfriend comes out to see how he’s doing. The boyfriend is like a wall, all muscle and more muscle, and he gets out of there as fast as possible because he could probably eat him.
There are people lounging on the stairs inside, hanging off of furniture and doing shots off of each other’s bodies. Someone invites him to join but he declines politely, fleeing into the living room. One sniff of the air and he can smell pot, the air is smokey with it but he doesn’t care.
Danny is kneeling in front of the coffee table, Grieco can see a credit card in his right hand and then he leans down, presses a finger against the side of his nose and inhales a line of coke. Grieco thinks, Oh, and then he inhales another line and lifts his head. His grin is wide and spaced out and Alex isn’t sober enough to deny him when he motions him over and pulls him into his lap and slurs out some form of introduction.
He watches them all, there’s lines of coke on the table and baggies filled with white powders. There’s an empty syringe lying next to this guy with a nice face and big hair, and everyone looks so happy and Grieco kind of wants to know what it’s like. He’s struck with this overwhelming need to know, he needs to know why they look the way they do.
“I want to feel it,” he whispers in Danny’s ear, one arm looped around his neck.
Danny’s pupils are blown wide. “Feel what?” he asks, pressing his nose into Alex’s jaw, fingers splayed out across Grieco’s hips and waist, just touching.
“I want to feel sparkly,” Grieco breathes, tipping his head back as his nose nudges at his jaw. It’s something he heard in a tv show or a movie once. He doesn’t know what it means, or if it’s particularly accurate, but he wants it and he doesn’t quite know why.
His grin is almost scary; it reminds Alex vaguely of a wolf. “Hey,” he says. “Hey. Gimme the. Gimme the bag over there,” he stop half way through and kisses Grieco, on the mouth, tongue tracing his lips before he pulls back to finish the sentence.
Big hair guy hands him a baggie, and he takes it, fumbling for a second before he can get a small white pill out. “You wanna feel sparkly?” he asks, holding it up for Grieco to see. It takes him a moment to get his eyes to focus, to see the white pill, E, and he nods.
Danny moves his hand from his waist, cupping his jaw. His thumb presses against his lower lip, prying them open. Grieco can’t help himself, his tongue darts out, tastes at his thumb and his skin tastes salty. His eyes darken a shade, and he doesn’t say anything, but moves his thumb and leaves the white pill on the end of his tongue. Alex closes his mouth, eyes still locked on Danny’s. He can feel it dissolving, and then Danny’s mouth is on his again, tongue pushing between his lips and the pill disappears, they’re swapping it back and forth with their spit until it disappears, chemicals coursing through them the only proof that it ever existed.
They keep kissing even after it’s gone and truthfully, Alex does feel sparkly, he feels so fucking good, like he’s flying. He’s not even aware of the people around them, he doesn’t care that when he shifts around so that his knees are on either sides of his thighs he can feel his hard on.
“You wanna go somewhere?” Danny asks when he pulls back, and his lips are red and swollen. The rooms spins around them and he nods, standing up and pulling him wordlessly down the hall, up the stairs and down the other hall. He’s almost certain that they knock over some art on the walls, he hears something clatter and then crash but he’s not sure that it was them that caused it. Danny’s hands are on him the whole time, pressing bruises into his hips or pushing up under his shirt until they can find an empty room to put to use.
The first one is occupied by a guy and a girl, and he doesn’t even stop thrusting into her while they’re standing in the door. Grieco can’t fight off this incurable urge to giggle, and he starts giggling, he collapses against Danny’s chest and he once he starts he can’t stop, not even when he pulls him away and presses him against a wall and kisses along his jaw and down his neck, hand pushing up his shirt to brush over his nipples and make him arch and gasp against him.
“Mmm,” Grieco hums, pressing up against his hands. The whole universe is spinning and the only thing that matters right now is Danny’s hands on him, pressing him and making him feel like he’s on drugs - which, co-incidentally he is on one hell of a trip right now, but this, this is just making him feel so much better.
His own hands push up Danny’s chest, over his shirt, down his arms and his hands skim over inked skin, and he notices that his arms are really firm, they’re nice, they’re really nice. His hands push up and onto his shoulders, gripping his t-shirt between his fingers. Danny’s lips feel really good on his, they’re warm and wet and he’s sucking on his tongue, hips pressed flush together.
Grieco moans, pushes on his shoulders and now that his mind is working in the direction of Danny’s mouth, he wants to know what his mouth would feel like on his cock, stretched around as he bobs up and down. “Please,” he says, and Danny nods, lips pressed to the corner of his mouth, the edge of his jaw, his neck.
“Yeah,” he says, and then, “Not here.” His hands slide out of Alex’s shirt and he whines at the loss, and the the world shifts around, it’s a blur of color and he’s dizzy with it, and then he’s lying on an empty bed with his pants around his thighs and his cock out and hard and Danny’s on his knees in between his legs.
“Fuck,” Grieco whimpers at the first pass of his tongue over the head, and his hips arch up, one hand reaching down and tangling in his hair. “Fuck,” he says again, as Danny goes down, down, tongue rubbing and cheeks hollowing out as he goes back up.
Danny hums around his cock, lips covering his teeth, and he’s as good as Alex hoped for. His eyes are opened wide as he stares up at the ceiling. It’s legitimately spinning over his head, first to the left and then to the right, and he’s too out of it to try and figure out what it means, not with ecstasy coursing through his veins, both the chemical and the pure form of it, blissed out beyond his imagination.
He gets it, he thinks that he understands why they do it, why they snort coke and shoot heroin and take E, it’s for this feeling, it’s to feel like you’re flying and like nothing hurts. He feels so good, like he doesn’t need to care about his finals or his student loans. He wants to do this all the time.
Danny likes giving head, he really does, his hands smooth up the insides of his thighs, one hand brackets his hips, short nails biting into the skin and his other hand goes down, cupping his balls and rolling them between his fingers, light touches that make Alex squirm and swear, that much closer to the edge.
Grieco drags his eyes away from the ceiling. It takes effort, it’s weirdly fascinating the way it’s spinning in different directions at the exact same time, but then he looks down at Danny and he’s fisting his own cock, moaning and going down on him. He pulls away, off his dick and there’s a string of saliva between his lips and the head, it’s hot, it’s really, really hot. “Fuck,” he says, and his voice is just on this side of wrecked. “Fuck,” he says again, and then Alex is pushing on his head, pushing him back down and then he arches his back, eyes falling shut.
The colors behind his eyelids are glorious, they’re spinning and twisting and this must be how it feels to be inside of a kaleidoscope. “Danny,” he pants, hands tugging on his hair, guiding him up and down . “Danny, fuck.”
He shifts up the bed, pushing Alex’s shirt up as his hands skim his chest. He slots their lips together and it’s so fucking dirtyhot, he can taste himself and he can’t tell if things are going in slow motion or fast forward, but he’s got Danny’s tongue dipping into his mouth, and his hand up his shirt and on his dick and it’s so fucking good. Grieco’s hands slide up Danny’s waist, smoothing over his arms and then curling in his hair, pulling him closer and holding him there so he can’t move away.
“Fuck,” Danny mutters, turning his head to the side because he can’t breathe, mouthing along his jaw. He grabs both of their cocks in one hand, fisting them at the same time, a rhythm they’re both matching and thrusting up into. Alex comes first, hot across Danny’s first and dick and the edge of his t-shirt where it’s shoved up around his armpits. “Fuck,” Danny says again, biting hard on Grieco’s lower lip as he follows him over the edge, collapsing on top of the smaller man when he’s done.
Alex is still to far gone to even care, he just uncurls his hands out of his hair, patting his shoulders and his arms absently. “Mmm,” he hums absently as Danny murmurs things in his ear. He’s not listening, coming down from his high slowly, blinking as the world slowly stops spinning around him.
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Dalex (Danny Kurily/Alex Grieco)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: He’s been to the clubs, he runs in the same circles as everyone else but he’s never actually... he’s a good kid for the most part. He’s nineteen years old, majoring in English and he’s never touched drugs in his life.
Disclaimer: don't own the characters, don't steal the plot. title and cut belong to All Time Low.
A/N: uh, badly written drug!fic. idk i felt like writing something with drugs and then people suggested Danny and Grieco so. brain baby! Love to Shannon for beta'ing~
tumblr is here, br0.
cum tell me what you think i will not be appreciative if you read it and then make like a tree and leaf.
Grieco, Grieco has never tried before. He’s been to the clubs, he runs in the same circles as everyone else but he’s never actually... he’s a good kid for the most part. He’s nineteen years old, majoring in English and he’s never touched drugs in his life. At the most part, he’s got drunk, really drunk, but that was once, and besides that one time he’s just been tipsy.
But Danny, Danny has a racing stripe and he has tattoos all over his arm (Grieco’s never seen them up close, he’s seen them from a distance because even though him and Danny run in the same circle, they have all the same friends and go to all the same parties, he’s never actually had a conversation with him before.)
Danny is kind of badass, Grieco knows that he’s the one who deals with the drugs, he’s the one who buys and then resells them to Vinny and Matt and Alex. It’s weird when he goes into Best Buy and sees him there, it never occurred to him that he would do things other then party and get high and drunk and sell drugs, but he’s there, behind the counter at Best Buy, currently ringing up his Good Charlotte CD and his ipod cables.
“I didn’t know you worked here,” he blurts before he can stop himself, and he sees Danny looking up at him, blinking as he studies him and he catches the way the look in his eye changes when he recognizes who he is. He’d half not expected him to recognize him anyway, since they’d said a whole of maybe, three and a half words to each other.
“Yeah! Part time, I need to pay off student loans, yano?” Danny says, punching in some numbers in the till. Grieco nods, he’s working at Bed Bath and Beyond to pay for his.
“What do you major in?” he asks, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. There’s no one else in the line, it’s the middle of the day on a Tuesday afternoon, so they can afford to talk for a little bit, if nothing else.
“Music, I minor in composition,” Danny says, and then smiles, nice and friendly, and something inside of Alex flares, warm and sweet. “That’ll be twenty three ninety five, by the way,” he gestures at the things on the belt.
Grieco hands him a twenty dollar bill and a five dollar bill, eyes drifting over to the sleeve on his right arm as he reaches out to take the money. They’re really cool, really, really cool, and before he can stop himself he’s kind of thinking, Wow, I’d like to see those up close and personal.
Their fingers brush as Danny drops the change in his hand and there’s a tiny spark of electricity. Grieco blushes, stammers something about needing to go and pick up his dry cleaning.
His dry cleaning.
Fuck.
“Hey,” Danny says, just as he’s started to walk away. “You forgot your stuff?” There’s a smile in his voice, and he’s not making fun of him, he isn’t. Grieco blushes harder.
“Right, yeah.”
He reaches out and Danny passes him the plastic bag, and his smile is really friendly, he might not be as scary as he seems to be. “A guy I know is having a party on Saturday, will I see you there?”
Grieco bites his lip, and then nods. He actually wasn’t planning on going to that party, he needed to study for finals, but Danny had asked him and he wanted to say yes, because he knew he was going to smile again and something about Danny’s smile was fucking magnetic. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, you’ll definitely see me there.”
Danny says, “Cool. That’ll be cool.”
&
The only reason Alex keeps accepting drinks from people is because he doesn’t know anyone and he’s way out of his comfort zone. Matt and Vinny bailed at the last second to “study” (Grieco suspects studying for them involves a lot more tongue and touching then it does for normal people) and Alex is wrapped so tightly around Jack that he’s having trouble figuring out where one man ends and the other begins.
What he’s drinking is really sweet, he almost can’t taste the alcohol which is why he keeps drinking more and more and more of it. If he can’t taste it, it isn’t there, right?
The drinks keep coming and at one point Grieco can’t even see straight. He goes outside for a little bit and there’s this guy who may or may not be named Rian and he’s really hot, he’s got really nice arms and they make out for a little while before the guy leans over and throws up over the side of the deck.
Alex leaves him quickly after that, especially when his boyfriend comes out to see how he’s doing. The boyfriend is like a wall, all muscle and more muscle, and he gets out of there as fast as possible because he could probably eat him.
There are people lounging on the stairs inside, hanging off of furniture and doing shots off of each other’s bodies. Someone invites him to join but he declines politely, fleeing into the living room. One sniff of the air and he can smell pot, the air is smokey with it but he doesn’t care.
Danny is kneeling in front of the coffee table, Grieco can see a credit card in his right hand and then he leans down, presses a finger against the side of his nose and inhales a line of coke. Grieco thinks, Oh, and then he inhales another line and lifts his head. His grin is wide and spaced out and Alex isn’t sober enough to deny him when he motions him over and pulls him into his lap and slurs out some form of introduction.
He watches them all, there’s lines of coke on the table and baggies filled with white powders. There’s an empty syringe lying next to this guy with a nice face and big hair, and everyone looks so happy and Grieco kind of wants to know what it’s like. He’s struck with this overwhelming need to know, he needs to know why they look the way they do.
“I want to feel it,” he whispers in Danny’s ear, one arm looped around his neck.
Danny’s pupils are blown wide. “Feel what?” he asks, pressing his nose into Alex’s jaw, fingers splayed out across Grieco’s hips and waist, just touching.
“I want to feel sparkly,” Grieco breathes, tipping his head back as his nose nudges at his jaw. It’s something he heard in a tv show or a movie once. He doesn’t know what it means, or if it’s particularly accurate, but he wants it and he doesn’t quite know why.
His grin is almost scary; it reminds Alex vaguely of a wolf. “Hey,” he says. “Hey. Gimme the. Gimme the bag over there,” he stop half way through and kisses Grieco, on the mouth, tongue tracing his lips before he pulls back to finish the sentence.
Big hair guy hands him a baggie, and he takes it, fumbling for a second before he can get a small white pill out. “You wanna feel sparkly?” he asks, holding it up for Grieco to see. It takes him a moment to get his eyes to focus, to see the white pill, E, and he nods.
Danny moves his hand from his waist, cupping his jaw. His thumb presses against his lower lip, prying them open. Grieco can’t help himself, his tongue darts out, tastes at his thumb and his skin tastes salty. His eyes darken a shade, and he doesn’t say anything, but moves his thumb and leaves the white pill on the end of his tongue. Alex closes his mouth, eyes still locked on Danny’s. He can feel it dissolving, and then Danny’s mouth is on his again, tongue pushing between his lips and the pill disappears, they’re swapping it back and forth with their spit until it disappears, chemicals coursing through them the only proof that it ever existed.
They keep kissing even after it’s gone and truthfully, Alex does feel sparkly, he feels so fucking good, like he’s flying. He’s not even aware of the people around them, he doesn’t care that when he shifts around so that his knees are on either sides of his thighs he can feel his hard on.
“You wanna go somewhere?” Danny asks when he pulls back, and his lips are red and swollen. The rooms spins around them and he nods, standing up and pulling him wordlessly down the hall, up the stairs and down the other hall. He’s almost certain that they knock over some art on the walls, he hears something clatter and then crash but he’s not sure that it was them that caused it. Danny’s hands are on him the whole time, pressing bruises into his hips or pushing up under his shirt until they can find an empty room to put to use.
The first one is occupied by a guy and a girl, and he doesn’t even stop thrusting into her while they’re standing in the door. Grieco can’t fight off this incurable urge to giggle, and he starts giggling, he collapses against Danny’s chest and he once he starts he can’t stop, not even when he pulls him away and presses him against a wall and kisses along his jaw and down his neck, hand pushing up his shirt to brush over his nipples and make him arch and gasp against him.
“Mmm,” Grieco hums, pressing up against his hands. The whole universe is spinning and the only thing that matters right now is Danny’s hands on him, pressing him and making him feel like he’s on drugs - which, co-incidentally he is on one hell of a trip right now, but this, this is just making him feel so much better.
His own hands push up Danny’s chest, over his shirt, down his arms and his hands skim over inked skin, and he notices that his arms are really firm, they’re nice, they’re really nice. His hands push up and onto his shoulders, gripping his t-shirt between his fingers. Danny’s lips feel really good on his, they’re warm and wet and he’s sucking on his tongue, hips pressed flush together.
Grieco moans, pushes on his shoulders and now that his mind is working in the direction of Danny’s mouth, he wants to know what his mouth would feel like on his cock, stretched around as he bobs up and down. “Please,” he says, and Danny nods, lips pressed to the corner of his mouth, the edge of his jaw, his neck.
“Yeah,” he says, and then, “Not here.” His hands slide out of Alex’s shirt and he whines at the loss, and the the world shifts around, it’s a blur of color and he’s dizzy with it, and then he’s lying on an empty bed with his pants around his thighs and his cock out and hard and Danny’s on his knees in between his legs.
“Fuck,” Grieco whimpers at the first pass of his tongue over the head, and his hips arch up, one hand reaching down and tangling in his hair. “Fuck,” he says again, as Danny goes down, down, tongue rubbing and cheeks hollowing out as he goes back up.
Danny hums around his cock, lips covering his teeth, and he’s as good as Alex hoped for. His eyes are opened wide as he stares up at the ceiling. It’s legitimately spinning over his head, first to the left and then to the right, and he’s too out of it to try and figure out what it means, not with ecstasy coursing through his veins, both the chemical and the pure form of it, blissed out beyond his imagination.
He gets it, he thinks that he understands why they do it, why they snort coke and shoot heroin and take E, it’s for this feeling, it’s to feel like you’re flying and like nothing hurts. He feels so good, like he doesn’t need to care about his finals or his student loans. He wants to do this all the time.
Danny likes giving head, he really does, his hands smooth up the insides of his thighs, one hand brackets his hips, short nails biting into the skin and his other hand goes down, cupping his balls and rolling them between his fingers, light touches that make Alex squirm and swear, that much closer to the edge.
Grieco drags his eyes away from the ceiling. It takes effort, it’s weirdly fascinating the way it’s spinning in different directions at the exact same time, but then he looks down at Danny and he’s fisting his own cock, moaning and going down on him. He pulls away, off his dick and there’s a string of saliva between his lips and the head, it’s hot, it’s really, really hot. “Fuck,” he says, and his voice is just on this side of wrecked. “Fuck,” he says again, and then Alex is pushing on his head, pushing him back down and then he arches his back, eyes falling shut.
The colors behind his eyelids are glorious, they’re spinning and twisting and this must be how it feels to be inside of a kaleidoscope. “Danny,” he pants, hands tugging on his hair, guiding him up and down . “Danny, fuck.”
He shifts up the bed, pushing Alex’s shirt up as his hands skim his chest. He slots their lips together and it’s so fucking dirtyhot, he can taste himself and he can’t tell if things are going in slow motion or fast forward, but he’s got Danny’s tongue dipping into his mouth, and his hand up his shirt and on his dick and it’s so fucking good. Grieco’s hands slide up Danny’s waist, smoothing over his arms and then curling in his hair, pulling him closer and holding him there so he can’t move away.
“Fuck,” Danny mutters, turning his head to the side because he can’t breathe, mouthing along his jaw. He grabs both of their cocks in one hand, fisting them at the same time, a rhythm they’re both matching and thrusting up into. Alex comes first, hot across Danny’s first and dick and the edge of his t-shirt where it’s shoved up around his armpits. “Fuck,” Danny says again, biting hard on Grieco’s lower lip as he follows him over the edge, collapsing on top of the smaller man when he’s done.
Alex is still to far gone to even care, he just uncurls his hands out of his hair, patting his shoulders and his arms absently. “Mmm,” he hums absently as Danny murmurs things in his ear. He’s not listening, coming down from his high slowly, blinking as the world slowly stops spinning around him.