He Wanted Love (5/5)
Title: He Wanted Love
Bandom: AFI
Pairings: Javey, Smunter, Adam/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When Jade meets and befriends two fangirls after a concert, AFI gets more than they bargained for.
Disclaimer: In addition to not owning Mandy, Adam, Davey, Jade, Hunter, or Smith, I don't own Jeffree Star, Nils, Sean Long, Mikey or Gerard Way. Or anyone else mentioned except Jessy (who is infact me... *shrugs*). The rights to Paralyzer belong to Finger Eleven. This never happened, I do not know or claim to know AFI or any of their associates. This is just for my own amusement, as well as Mandy's, and hopefully you enjoy it as well.
A/N: I started off with four chapters planned for this but then a fifth chapter wormed it's way in. This fic is, as far as I know, complete. There is a good possibility, however, that I will one day write more on it.
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four
Silence. Mandy and Adam had been sitting in nothing but silence for the past three-and-a-half minutes. Mandy stared down at her hands, picking at her nails absently (a sign of extreme nervousness).
Adam cleared his throat. “So, um… That paragraph…”
Mandy blushed. She was really, really going to kill Jessy. “Yeah?” she croaked.
Adam opened his mouth and shut it before clearing his throat again and awkwardly stuttering, “Did you -I mean… Did you mean… What you said?”
“Um… Yes…? No…? I don’t know… Do you want me to mean it?”
Adam shifted uncomfortably. “I, er, um… yes…”
“T-Then I guess I did.”
Mandy’s face felt as if it were on fire. There was no away it could possibly get redder.
“So… You like me?” There was definite uncertainty in Adam’s voice.
Okay, so maybe Mandy’s face could get redder. “Well… Yes, I mean, why wouldn’t I?”
“Well… I’m not exactly ‘pretty’ like Davey… Or even Jade.”
“Wait… You don’t think you’re good enough for me?” Mandy asked in disbelief.
Adam ducked his head, a flush creeping up his neck and tingeing his ears.
“Addy, look at me… Do I honestly look like someone that cares what you think? Besides, you are not by any means ugly. You’re really fucking hot, okay… Not like me.”
Adam made a strange sound in the back of his throat that sounded oddly like a growl. He moved from where he sat on Jessy’s bed to Mandy’s and pulled her into a kiss.
Adam’s lips moved softly over Mandy’s and then again with more pressure. One hand gently cupped her face while the other encircled one of her wrists, his thumb gently stroking her skin in small circles. He snaked out his tongue and traced Mandy’s lower lip, making her jump and gasp in surprise.
Adam pulled back, his bright blue eyes looking directly into Mandy’s. “Listen to me. You’re very pretty. You may not be perfect, but I don’t want perfection. I just want you.”
Jade sniffed at the air. “Is something burning?”
Hunter blinked. “Huh? Oh, fuck, my cookies!” He shifted Smith off his lap and lunged at the stove, groaning loudly as dark smoke billowed out. Pulling on an oven mitt, he pulled out a tray of blackened cookies. “Damnit.”
Smith laughed. “Oh, does that mean we can make more?”
Hunter sighed heavily. “No… I’ll just go buy some.”
Jessy patted his head. “Hunter, honey, this is Mt. Pleasant. You’re not going to find any vegan cookies.”
“B-but I really want cookies.” Hunter whined.
“Since it’s technically my fault for distracting you, why don’t I help you make more?” Jessy suggested.
“NO! I’m his helper!” Smith hollered, flinging himself at Hunter. Hunter rolled his eyes, but didn’t really seem to mind Smith’s antics since all he did was curl his arms around the hyper boy (and face it, no matter how old Smith got, he was always going to be a ‘boy’).
“We’ve got it covered, Jess.” Hunter said, much nicer than Smith.
“M’kay, you know where to find me.” Jessy shrugged, returning to her chair and plopping down with a bored expression.
Jade was lying on the couch, one arm daggling off the side and the other curled around Davey, who was snuggled into his side. Neither seemed intent on helping Jessy relieve her boredom. She looked around and sighed heavily.
“Okay, Manda, you’ve had enough time to talk.” She muttered. Standing up, she crept towards the drawn curtain that separated the bunks from the rest of the bus. She flung it open and darted inside, not expecting Adam to be standing in the aisle way and crashing into him. While Adam stumbled from the blow, he was a lot sturdier than Jessy, who fell back onto her butt.
“Ow.” Jessy mumbled, holding a hand out for help standing. Adam grasped her hand and tugged her up. “Thanks, Addy.”
“No problem.” Adam shrugged.
Mandy glared at Jessy. “What are you doing?”
Jessy sat down. “Bugging you. I left you alone long enough.”
Mandy rolled her eyes. “Sometimes I hate you.”
“Nah-uh, you always love me and you know it.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
Jessy stuck her tongue out. “Meany… So, are you an us yet or are you still a you because if you are still a you I’m going to bitch slap you until you become an us.”
Adam blinked. “Huh?”
“Yah, Jess, even I didn’t follow that.” (A/N: Actually, she did… but that doesn’t really matter…)
Jessy rolled her eyes. “Are you two going out yet?”
Mandy and Adam promptly blushed. “Oh… Well…” Mandy began.
“Yes.” Adam interrupted. Both girls looked at him and his blush deepened.
“Ah, you’re so cute!” Jessy squealed, giving him a tight hug.
“Do you have to do that all the time?” Adam asked, rubbing his sides.
“Yes.” Jessy and Mandy said together.
“Why wasn’t Mandy hugged, too?” Adam pouted.
“Mandy gets hugs all the time from me.” Jessy shrugged.
“Well, so do I.”
“Well, yah, but I still hug Mandy the mostest… Followed by Davey and Smith, because Davey’s is almost as affectionate as me and Smith is just fun to hug. Anyway, that doesn’t matter. I want to know what was said, what was done; details, details.”
“I think I missed out on part of it, since I don’t remember ever being asked out.” Mandy mumbled.
“Hey, we kissed!” Adam protested.
“So… A kiss doesn’t mean you’re going out.” Jessy said.
“But… We -I… Ahh!” Adam ended his long stream of stutters with a frustrated scream.
Jessy giggled.
“Shut up, Jessica.” Adam snapped. Jessy winced at the use of her full name; no one ever called her that anymore.
“But it’s funny.” Jessy whined. “You’re like thirty something and you’re stuttering and blushing like a schoolgirl.”
Adam just pouted some more, sending Jessy a vicious glare.
“Right, well… I’m gonna run away before Addy kills me.” Jessy said brightly. She returned back to where she’d come from, leaving Adam and Mandy to continue their talking.
“So… Uh… Would you… I mean, will you… You know… Go out with me?” Adam’s cheeks once again flushed an amazing shade a red that should be impossible for a human to turn.
Mandy’s cheeks tinged pink. “Yes,” she answered, her voice surprisingly stead and calm.
Adam beamed.
Jessy hummed under her breath, some song Jade and Davey were writing that was stuck in her head. She looked up and smirked. Smith had Hunter pressed up against the counter and was greedily making out with him. Jessy could see Smith’s tongue push into Hunter’s mouth demandingly.
Davey had gotten up and stolen Jessy’s chair and computer. She squeezed into the seat with him, laying her head on his shoulder.
“Hunter and Smith are making out.” She whispered.
Davey snorted. “They’ll probably be doing that a lot.”
“I am so good.”
“You actually had nothing to do with them.”
“Of course I did. I kept putting them together… Hmm, I need to write a new chapter now…”
“I can’t believe you still write that stuff.” Davey laughed.
“I don’t write much of AFI anymore… Did you know Mandy and I have our own categories now?”
“Well, you are always around.”
“Eh, you love us.”
“No he doesn’t. He loves me. Quit hitting on my boyfriend.” Jade mumbled from the couch, eyes still shut.
“Aw, but Jadey, we’d just agreed to elope.”
Jade calmly lifted a hand and flipped her off. Jessy laughed.
“So, my dear Havok, whatcha doing?” she asked, turning her attention back to Davey.
“Blogging.”
“About what?”
“Just my day.”
“Smunterness?”
Davey shook his head. “That’s Hunter’s news to share. As Mandy is Adam’s.”
Jessy nodded. She snuggled into Davey’s side and shut her eyes. Jade’s idea of a nap sounded really good.
Hunter groaned into Smith’s mouth and his hands clutched at Smith’s shoulders. Smith cupped his ass and picked him up, setting Hunter down on the counter. Hunter wrapped his legs obediently around Smith’s waist, pulling him closer and arching his body desperately into Smith’s.
Somewhere in the background, Hunter could hear Davey and Jessy talking but he was far beyond caring. He was going to fuck Smith (or vise versa) and he really didn’t care who was watching.
Smith drug the zipper of Hunter’s hoodie down and shoved it off his shoulders. It dropped almost unnoticed to the floor. Smith pulled Hunter closer, grinding their hips together.
Hunter gasped when Smith’s prominent erection pressed into his own. His fingers scrambled trying to rid Smith of the Misfits shirt, not caring when the hem ripped slightly (though he’d probably be killed later by Jade). Smith pulled away long enough to remove the shirt before viciously throwing it across the room (bus, whatever).
Smith’s mouth crashed upon Hunter’s once again. His tongue shoved savagely into Hunter’s mouth and his hands slid under Hunter’s shirt to stroke the soft skin stretched over taunt muscles. Hunter groaned, the sound lost in Smith’s mouth, and fumbled with the button and zipper of Smith’s pants.
Smith stepped away to rid himself of the insanely tight pants before he pressed back up against Hunter, pulling Hunter’s shirt away. His mouth found Hunter’s collarbone, which he nipped at playfully.
Hunter gasped out Smith’s name, fingers clenching at Smith’s shoulders. He shoved Smith backwards, jumping down from the counter and quickly shedding the rest of his clothes. He pulled Smith into another deep kiss before bending him over the counter.
“W-wait!” Smith gasped. “Lube.”
Hunter blinked and cursed, eyes darting around for something -fuck anything -that could be used. His eyes landed on the vegetable oil they’d been using for the cookies. It was going to be messy, but it’d work. Hunter dumped a liberal amount on his fingers before setting the bottle back on the counter and pressing a gentle kiss to the back of Smith’s neck.
Hunter pressed one finger into Smith, unsure as to how long it’d been for the other man. Smith gasped out and pressed back against the intrusion. Encouraged, Hunter added a second finger, scissoring his fingers gently as he worked them in and out.
Smith moaned softly. “Hun-hunter, now… Oh, fuck, please now.”
Hunter nodded, mouth dry. He picked the oil back up and dumped some in his hand. He stroked his erection, biting back a moan. Biting his lip to keep from coming on the spot, Hunter positioned himself and pushed into Smith as gently as he could.
Smith gasped, fingers clawing at the countertop. Hunter stilled, biting his lip harder to keep from just thrusting into the hot -oh god so hot and fuck tight -body beneath him. As Smith relaxed around him, he felt himself sinking deeper until he was encased to the hilt.
“Fuck, Smith.” Hunter panted. “C-can I move?”
“Yah… Yah, just...”
“I know.”
Hunter began to thrust, doing his best to keep his movements as slow and gentle as possible until Smith was panting harshly beneath him, occasional moans ripping from his throat. One hand clenching to the sweaty skin at Smith’s hip, the other sliding down to take Smith’s in his own, Hunter thrusted harder and faster, satisfied when Smith’s moans grew louder.
Changing his angle slightly, Hunter was rewarded by Smith admitting a squeal and shoving his hips backwards. “Fuck, Hunter! Fuck, right there.”
There was no longer any real rhythm to their fucking. It was desperate and wild, but neither really cared.
“N-not gonna l-last.” Hunter panted into Smith’s ear.
“God, so close.”
The hand at Smith’s hip slid around and grasped his hard cock, slick with pre-come. Smith could only whimper as Hunter began to jerk him off, hard and fast.
“Fuck, fuck, oh god… Hunter!” Smith screamed as he came. Hunter groaned loudly, immediately following his boyfriend into orgasmic bliss.
They stood panting, supported only by the counter. Hunter pressed a sweet kiss to the sweat-slicked skin at Smith’s shoulder.
“Never do that again where I can hear!” Jade yelled. Smith glanced over at him and giggled. His brother looked completely traumatized and Davey was staring determinedly at his computer screen. Somehow, Jessy had slept through it all (which meant she was going to be incredibly pissed and disappointed when she awoke).
“Sorry, Jadey… he’s just so irresistible.” Hunter laughed, pulling out and pressing a soft, chaste kiss to Smith’s lips before going about gathering up their clothes.
A week later, Jessy had yet to cease pouting, Mandy kept smirking at her, and Jade was still traumatized, unable to even look at Smith as the younger man addressed them.
“Okay, so we’ve got five more shows to do and I’ve got three hotel rooms lined up so we can go to the Halloween party.”
“What Halloween party?” Mandy asked, eyes sparkling. Jessy’s pout had fallen away and she was now bouncing in place. The girls absolutely loved Halloween.
“You’ll see… Just start thinking about costumes.” Davey said, eyes twinkling.
Jessy and Mandy exchanged looks. The guys had no idea what they were in for.
“I wanna be a ninja!” Jade whined.
“No, Jadey, you’re always a ninja. Be different this year.” Jessy argued.
“I don’t wanna be. I wanna be a ninja.” Jade insisted, sounding more like a stubborn six year old rather than the man nearly twice Jessy’s age.
Jessy sighed. “Come one, Jade…”
“No. I’m not doing it. I’m going to be a ninja.”
“God, Davey was so much easier to convince.” Jessy sighed with a shake of her head.
Jade raised his eyebrows. “Davey?”
“He’s going to be the angel of death.”
“Davey’s going to be a bunny or a cat. Davey’s always been a cat or a bunny, every year accept that one time when he was twenty-two and went drag, but that was only because Mikey agreed to pay for a months worth of makeup if he did it.”
Jessy shrugged. “It wasn’t hard. Of course, I held his muffin hostage first, but still.”
“See, he didn’t willingly agree.”
“I didn’t want to do this…” Jessy said slowly, reaching under her bunk where they sat. She pulled out a box and held it firmly in her lap.
Jade’s eyes widened. “Is that…?”
“Yep. Your last box of Ghardetti chocolate.”
Jade whimpered. “That’s cruel.”
“So… No ninja?”
Jade, looking like he was about to cry, nodded. “No ninja.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
Jessy relinquished her captive. “Think of it this way, Jadey: Halloween is a time to dress up. You’re a ninja every day, so really, you haven’t been dressing up.”
Jade was still pouting. “You are an evil, evil girl. You threatened the chocolate… You of all the people.”
Jessy laughed and kissed Jade’s cheek before rolling out of her bunk. She went and found her best friend, curled up against her boyfriend.
“Jade agreed.” Jessy announced, joining them on the couch and cuddling up to Mandy.
“Did you have to use the chocolate?” Mandy asked.
Jessy nodded solemnly. “Any luck with Hunter?”
“He agreed. Smith, too, with almost too much enthusiasm.”
Adam looked between them. “I hate the way you two can talk in those cryptic messages no one else can understand.”
Mandy kissed Adam’s cheek. “Sorry, Addy.”
Jessy and Mandy shared a look. Jessy nodded and picked casually at her pants. “So… Halloween’s coming up.”
Adam nodded.
“You’re not dressing as a pirate.” Jessy continued, not meeting Adam’s eyes.
Adam raised skeptic eyebrows. “I’m not, am I? What am I going to be?”
Mandy smirked. “A vampire.”
“Come on, Davey’d make a better one than me.”
Mandy pouted. “Please? For me?”
Adam groaned. Not the damn eyes. “Fine.”
Jessy and Mandy both cheered.
“Okay, so Davey’s the angel of death, Jade’s a demon, Hunter a zombie, Smith a hula-girl, Adam a vampire, and me a faerie. Have you decided yet?” Jessy asked Mandy.
Mandy shook her head. “No, not yet.
“If I’m going to be a vampire for you, will you be my wench” Adam asked, one had toying with Mandy’s hair.
Mandy smiled. “Of course. Your gothic, pirate wench.”
Jessy pouted. “I still hate being alone.”
Adam shot her a grin. “Davey’d set you up with Nils, if you want.”
“I’m good.”
Adam laughed.
Jessy carefully dusted dark shadow across Mandy’s eyelids. She added just a little purple to the edges of the black and then added black eyeliner. Dark red lipstick was carefully applied. Jessy studied her work critically before nodding in acceptance.
“Stand up.” Jessy commanded, giggling when Mandy listened.
Jessy brushed through Mandy’s long hair before picking up a black silk bandana and tying it around Mandy’s head. A black choker that held a heavy silver cross was added to Mandy’s neck.
Eyeing the rest of Mandy’s costume, Jessy grinned. It was perfect. A flowing white peasant’s shirt beneath a black corset (an actual corset that was no doubt highly uncomfortable), a dark purple skirt that fell to mid-calf displaying knee high pirate boots. There were beads in her hair, bangles around her wrists, and (unloaded) black powder gun and short sword belted at her waist.
Jessy beamed proudly. “Perfect.”
Jessy was a joint effort of Davey (makeup) and Jade (hair). Jade had re-dyed her hair a solid black, brushed it out until it was fluffy and soft, and added silver shimmer to it. Davey had covered Jessy’s eyes and cheeks in swirls of purple and silver eye shadow that shimmered and glittered. The details were done in dark purple, silver, and white, swirls and hearts and intricate designs. Her lips were painted a silvery purple.
Her outfit was purple and silver, too. Her dress was spaghetti-strapped and fell to her knees, silky and flowing. Her panty hose made her legs shimmer and her feet were covered by silver strappy heels. Small, silver glittered wings were attached to her back and the skin of her arms, neck, and chest that was exposed was painted to match her eyes and cheeks.
Smith stumbled into the room, snorting in amusement at him self. Jessy and Mandy burst into laughter at the very sight of him. He wore a fruit bowl hat that was so tall it nearly made him topple over. His drag queen make up (done himself) consisted of bright blue eye shadow, drastic blush, and hooker-red lipstick. He wore necklaces of fake flowers around his neck and a cocoanut bra along with a skintight Hawaiian print wrap around his hips that showed off his surprisingly good-looking legs (which he had even shaved). He walked with more ease than Jessy ever could in four-inch heels.
“Smiffers! Looking sexy.” Jessy teased.
“Oh, you’re shiny.” Smith grinned.
Hunter slinked into the room and Smith shrieked and ran away. Apparently Jade hadn’t been kidding when he said Smith was terrified of zombies (a product of being forced by his ‘loving’ older brother to watch too many zombie movies as a kid).
“Ahh!”
“Smith!” Hunter exclaimed, pouting through his zombie make-up.
Smith shook his head. “No. You are not going to eat my brain.”
“What brain?” Jessy smirked.
Hunter shot her a glare before turning pleading eyes towards his lover. “Smith…”
Smith watched him silently for a minute before creeping over and cautiously taking his hand. Hunter beamed.
Jessy shook her head, eyeing Hunter’s costume. His clothes were tattered and splattered with fake blood. He was missing a shoe and his toe, covered in blood, poked through a hole in his sock. His right hand had a gross looking ‘wound’ on it and his face looked mid-decay. It looked like Davy had fun with the morbid vibe.
Jade came stomping into Jessy and Mandy’s motel room. Jaws dropped open at the sight of him. His skin had been tinged red and it looked like his veins were black. He wore contacts to make his eyes solid black and vicious looking fangs in his mouth, doubled on both the top and bottom. His blonde fringe was matted red with fake blood which also stained his hands (probably because Jade was just too lazy to wash his hands after he’d done his hair). He had stolen a pair of Jessy’s Tripp pants that were literally dripping in chains and spikes, tinting the steel of the chains with blood to make them look like they’d been used as murder weapons. His shirt was long sleeve, black cotton with red stitching and Jessy had no idea where he had resurrected the heavy boots he wore or the spiked collar around his neck. Two small, red horns arched away from his forehead and a very realistic looking forked tail hung limply.
“Wow.” Jessy whispered, not even conscience of saying it.
Jade looked at her in confusion. “What?”
“You… Wow.”
Jade rolled his eyes, continuing to pout. “Davey kicked me out.”
“Erm, why?” Hunter asked. Davey wasn’t of the habit of kicking Jade out, ever. Usually, Davey was very happy with being pretty much attached to Jade’s hip 24/7.
“Because he’s doing Adam.”
“WHAT?” Mandy half shrieked.
Jade shook his head wildly. “NO! I mean, he’s doing Addy’s makeup. And he looks really hot.”
“Adam or Davey?” Mandy asked curiously.
“Davey… Well, Adam, too, but you’ll just have to wait and see.”
Mandy pouted.
“So, why did Davey kick you out again?” Jessy asked.
“Because he looks hot and I couldn’t keep my hands off him and I was ‘distracting him from making Adam hot’.”
“Oh.”
Davey suddenly appeared, looking very smug. He cleared his throat, gaining everyone’s attention. Jade, Jessy decided, was right. Davey looked really fucking hot. He was dressed in tight PVCs and a black fishnet shirt. Tattered wings that looked amazingly realistic hung from his back. His hair hung loosely in soft ringlets down his back, his face was deathly pale. He wore blood red lipstick, his eyes heavily lined with kohl and shadowed with silver glitter. His nails were black, his hands stained by fake blood, like Jade’s. His fake eyelashes were heavy and tinged red, the contacts within his eyes lightening them and making them brighter.
“I knew he’d make an amazing angel.” Jessy murmured.
Davey grinned at her. “Wait until you see… Ladies and gentlemen -”
“Wait! Which one am I?” Smith asked, looking anxious.
“Smiffy, shush.” Hunter scolded softly.
Davey glared at them for daring to interrupt him. “As I was saying, ladies and gentlemen, I present, Adam Carson.”
“You didn’t have to make such a spectacle out of it.” Adam grumbled, entering the small room, his voice muffled and sounding rather awkward.
It was like in the movies, where you start at the feet and slowly slid your eyes up to their face. They all took Adam in inch by inch. His feet were covered by heavy boots, his legs clothed in tight black jeans. He wore a silk, blood red shirt beneath a black velvet one, both unbuttoned to show off Adam’s wonderfully pale, toned chest. His skin was lightened considerably by Davey’s makeup, but it suited him (and his costume) very well. His lips were black and pursed shut, his eyes lined heavily. Adam’s dark hair seemed even more rumpled and wild that usual in an unbelievably sexy way.
Jessy was slack jawed, but could think well enough to sneak a look at Mandy, whose eyes had glazed over as she stared at her boyfriend.
Adam shifted awkwardly under everyone’s eyes, his lips parting open. Jessy and Mandy both gasped, eyes widening at how hot Adam looked with fangs. They were shockingly white against the contrast of his black lips, coming to sharp points and hanging over his bottom teeth.
Davey beamed and slipped his arm around Jade’s waist. His other arm encircled Mandy.
“You can’t drag him away yet, deary,” he teased, “we still have a party to go to.”
Adam followed them, and then the other three. Reaching out, Adam pulled Mandy away from Davey and into his own arms. He nuzzled her neck lightly and her eyes fell closed at the sensation.
“My wench.” He murmured, his hot breath ghosting across her skin.
“Addy, stop that!” Jessy laughed, smacking at him lightly. “We don’t need Mandy jumping you. Keep all fangs to yourself.”
“Jessy, you bitch, shut up.” Mandy whined as Adam pulled away from her.
Jessy giggled before catching up with Davey and looping her arm through his. “So, what’s the big deal with this party?”
“Nils throws the best Halloween parties. People he doesn’t even know show up.” Hunter helpfully supplied as they all left the hotel.
Hunter held the door to the van they’d rented open for Smith while the younger Puget tried to maneuver around with his tight skirt on. Hunter slipped in after him, Jessy following. Adam and Mandy crawled into the very back as Jade took his place in the passenger seat, immediately buckling his seatbelt. Davey got in the driver’s seat and Adam, Hunter, and Smith all fumbled anxiously for their own seatbelts. Davey, oblivious, calmly pulled on his seatbelt and adjusted his mirrors.
Adam reached across Mandy and pulled her seatbelt across her lap, fastening it securely. “You’re going to want that on.”
Jessy squirmed to look at him. “You mean all the stories of Davey completely sucking at driving are true?”
“Just be glad that this is the first time you’ve had to ride with him.” Adam answered.
Davey looked at them in the rearview mirror. “Keep talking and I’ll show you how badly I can drive.”
He threw the van into drive and switched the radio on. There was a collective groan from the girls when the (sadly) familiar screams of Sick Of It All filled the van. Jade laughed as Jessy dove at the CD case resting between his seat and Davey’s (nearly decapitating herself with her seatbelt). She quickly flipped the case open and grabbed a random CD. Jade helped her change CDs, still laughing at her and Mandy.
“Shut up. Its like torture on the eardrums.” Jessy muttered.
“Oh, come on. They’re not bad and they’re nice guys.” Davey said, forever defending his friends. The new music began and Davey perked up, turning up the volume. “Yay, Tears for Fears.”
Thirty minutes later, Davey, belting out the lyrics pouring from the car speakers, pulled into Nils’ house. Jessy and Mandy stared out the van windows at the vast house.
A bunny bounced over to them. Davey barely had a chance to get out of the van before the bunny was hugging him.
“Davey! Oh my God, you look hot!”
“Nils!”
Jessy had to fight giggles. Nils’ costume was priceless. He wore a hot pink, vinyl teddy with black fishnet stockings and black stilettos. Pink bunny ears were perched atop his head and there was a fuzzy cottontail on his butt.
“Nilsy!” Smith squealed, scrambling out of the van. Hunter crawled out after him, slapping his ass with a laugh.
Nils hugged Smith tight before he caught sight of Adam. “Oh my God, Addy, can I do you?”
Adam, looking extremely frightened, blushed brightly while Mandy just glared at Nils. “Hey, back off.”
“Mandy, share.” Nils whined.
“Give up, Nilsy, she won’t even share with me.” Jessy said, struggling to look sad instead of just grinning like a lunatic.
“I’m not some object you can share.” Adam griped.
“Sure you’re not.” Nils soothed, causing Adam to pout. Nils giggled before turning back to Davey and linking their arms. “Okay, so Jeffree’s already here. He looks, well, like Jeffree. Nick 13 is the one roaming around as a gorilla. The Way brothers showed up. I so want the little one to bite me. Jacoby was here but I’m pretty sure he’s fucking someone on the third floor. Did you know Synyster Gates and Zacky Vengeance fuck each other when drunk? Dan and David are here and they said Simon was coming later. Dan’s a werewolf, the only one I’ve seen tonight. And there’s some hot boy I don’t know walking around that I’m so going to get in bed. He’s so fucking fuckable.”
“Okay, you sexbot, let’s just get inside.” Jade laughed.
Nils lead the way inside, his little tail actually twitching. Davey immediately pulled Jade onto the dance floor. Adam eyed it nervously, looking very relieved when Jessy and Mandy dragged him over to the bar.
“I can’t believe Nils has a full bar in his house.” Jessy muttered.
“He only opens it during his holiday parties.” Adam said with a shrug. They all three ordered water, looking out at the dance floor.
Davey and Jade danced in the center, moving together in perfect sync with a flowing grace that only lovers who knew each other’s bodies as intimately as Davey and Jade did. Not far from them, Hunter and Smith were dancing. Unsurprisingly, Hunter danced well and Smith wasn’t bad, even in his heels and restricting skirt. They were laughing as they moved, Hunter clearly not embarrassed in the least by his boyfriend’s craziness.
Nils had followed them and cocked his head as he watched the two. “What’s up with Smithy and Hunter?”
Adam, surprised that Nils hadn’t heard about the pair, answered, “They’re together. Have been for a little over a month.”
“I thought Hunter was straight.” Nils said in confusion.
“Bi.” Jessy helpfully supplied.
“You mean all this time, I could’ve been fucking Hunter but haven’t?” Nils whined, “I gotta get fucked now.”
Nils stomped off, grabbed a random guy, and began making out with him.
“God, Nils is such a whore.” Mandy said with a shake of her head.
“Yeah, he really is.” Adam agreed.
The song changed and The Monster Mash began. Laughing, Jessy tugged Mandy out onto the dance floor with Adam following a little warily. Davey and Jade welcomed them into a cluster of wildly moving limbs and uncontrollable laughter. Smith and Hunter worked their way over and joined the group, Smith’s hat bonking Adam in the head when he stumbled on his heels.
Six songs later, everyone was gasping for breath and begging the bartender for water, which they instantly chugged down. Smith handed his half-empty bottle off to Hunter and ordered a beer.
They sat out the next song (a rap request none of them knew or had any interest in), but as soon as the song after it came on, Jessy and Mandy were high tailing it to the dance floor.
I hold on so nervously
To me and my drink
I wish it was cooling me
But so far, has not been good
It’s been shitty
And I feel awkward as I should
This club has got to be
The most pretentious thing
Since I thought you and me
Well I am imagining
A dark lit place
Or your place or my place
Two dancing bodies joined them, though neither girl paid much attention to them, choosing instead to belt out the lyrics.
Well, I’m not paralyzed
But I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because standing still
And if your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
Jessy finally recognized one of the voices singing along with the Finger Eleven song and drug her eyes over to stare slightly open mouthed at the hot zombie that was Gerard Way as he danced, his body moving against Mandy’s in the crowd. Jessy looked over her shoulder to see who was dancing against her and decided at the sight of a vampric Mikey that she had to agree with Nils. He could bite her anytime he wanted.
I hold out for one more drink
Before I think
I’m looking too desperately
But so far has not been fun
I should just stay home
If one thing really means one
This club will hopefully
Be closed in three weeks
That would be cool with me
Well, I’m still imagining
A dark lit place
Or your place or my place
Well, I’m not paralyzed
But I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because standing still
And if your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
Jessy heard Mikey laugh behind her and watched Mandy’s eyes widen in recollection. She caught sight of Gerard and her fish-out-of-water look doubled ten-fold.
Well, I’m not paralyzed
But I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because standing still
And if your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
Well, I’m not paralyzed
But I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because standing still
And if your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
Mikey grinned at them, holding out a hand to Jessy while Gerard shook Mandy’s. Jessy accepted Mikey’s outstretched hand and bit her lip to keep from laughing at the way Mikey half-bowed to her as he shook her hand.
Adam stepped up next to Mandy, positioning himself between her and Gerard and slipping an arm protectively around her waist. He sent Gerard a mild glare to which Gerard just quirked an eyebrow and smirked.
“Addy! No standing still. Dance!” Jsesy laughed as the music began, a familiar song playing. “Oh my God, Cobra!”
“I’m just here to steal Mandy away.” Adam explained, leading Mandy away.
“Have fun. Make good choices.” Jessy yelled after them.
Adam blushed and Mandy glared, already out of hitting distance. Instead, she flipped Jessy off as she was drug away, past Nils who was making out with a different guy than earlier.
Jessy turned back to the Way brothers. “So, how do you know Nilsy?”
“The flamingly gay bunny that keeps trying to get in my pants?” Mikey asked.
“That’s the one.”
“Where are we going?” Mandy asked.
“Away from Gerard fucking Way.” Adam scowled as they entered a quiet hall where the sounds of the party seemed far away.
Mandy stopped and stared at Adam in confusion. “Are you jealous?”
Adam gritted his teeth, not looking at her.
Mandy sighed, suppressing the urge to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. She slipped her arms around Adam’s waist and rested her head on his shoulder.
“You don’t have anything to worry about, Addy.”
Adam sighed. “I know. Really, I do.”
“Then what’s with the jealousy?”
Adam shrugged. “I don’t know. Its kinda like how Jade got all bitchy that time Davey was watching that guys ass and really Davey just wanted his pants.”
“So, Gerard is my pants-guy?”
“Yeah.”
Mandy shook her head at how bad that analogy was and how sad it was that she actually understood what he meant. Gently urging Adam to face her, Mandy kissed him, slowly at first and then with rising passion, marveling at how different Adam’s mouth felt thanks to the fangs. When she pulled back, Adam met her eyes, looking considerably happier.
“How about I make you forget all about Gerard.”
Adam’s eyebrows rose at the suggestiveness of the comment.
Mandy blushed, realizing how it could be interpreted. “I didn’t mean, um, not… I’m not ready for, I just meant -”
Adam laughed and shushed her with a chaste kiss. “I know what you meant. How about we go somewhere and cuddle?”
“Cuddling is very much okay.”
Adam led her down the hall towards a room. “How about nibbling? Is that okay?”
“If you think I’m going to tell you that you can’t nibble or bite with those fangs in, you’re very much mistaken.”
Adam laughed, suddenly very glad he’d let them talk him in to being a vampire.
Jessy waved good-bye to Mikey and Gerard, rejoining Davey and Jade near the bar. They were talking to another guy who had his back to her.
Davey smiled brightly at her. “Jessy! Come meet our friend.”
Jessy laughed as Davey slung an arm around her waist. She looked towards their friend and gasped.
“This is Sean Long. Sean, this is our Jessy.”
Sean smiled at her, holding out a hand. “Nice to meet you.”
Jessy shook his hand, looking very wide-eyed. “Oh my God… you’re totally on my myspace!”
The moment it left her mouth, she blushed brightly. Davey and Jade laughed and Sean just blinked owlishly.
“Sorry… Random shirt pops out of my mouth.”
Sean laughed. “That’s okay. Same thing happens to me sometimes.”
“Happens to Jessy all the time.” Jade teased. “But she wasn’t even this flustered when she first talked to me.”
Jessy glared at Jade, who was suddenly very thankful that Davey stood between them but shuffled further away, just incase that didn’t stop her.
“So, if you’re on his myspace, you’ve heard of his band, Never Felt Better?” Davey asked.
Jessy nodded. “Yah.”
“Oh, good. I was just asking Sean if he’d like to go on tour with us after the new CD is released.”
“The new CD you’re not even finished writing?”
“Hey… At least this one is coming faster than Decemberunderground did.”
“Very true... And that’s awesome. It’d be like a dream come true for you, wouldn’t it, Sean?”
Sean nodded, his cheeks tinting just a bit. “Yah… I never even considered the possibility.”
Davey shrugged. “We like to tour with people who have supported us in one way or another. Why not help support one of our fans’ bands, too?”
“DAVEY!” someone yelled and Davey turned around.
“Jeffree! I’ll talk to you later, Sean. Have fun with Jessy.”
Jade laughed, leaning in to whisper in Jessy’s ear. “In case you haven’t noticed, this is Davey’s oh-so-subtle attempt to make it so you’re not alone anymore.”
Jessy blushed as Jade ran off after Davey. She could kill the both of them for leaving her alone. Damn, where was her best friend when she needed her?
Mandy sighed and nuzzled her nose against Adam’s neck. He’d fallen asleep a few minutes before, but Mandy was content to lie in his arms and think.
To the girl who’d never been in a relationship before, everything about her and Adam seemed like a fairy tale. But how real were fairy tales? Was it really possible that she’d found forever with the first boyfriend she’d ever had? And then, he was a lot older than she was… Were they going to have a relationship like her parents did? Would she ever come to the point where she would want to avoid him?
“Mandy?”
Mandy jumped, not realizing Adam had woken up. “Yah?”
“Quit thinking with your head… Listen to your heart. That’s what Davey told me.”
Mandy smiled. “Okay… I’ll try.”
“Is it still to early to say I love you?”
“I don’t know… But I love you, too.”
Smith and Nils giggled insanely, leaning against one another in support. Smith was far beyond drunk and Nils was just Nils. He was always crazy. They made a scary duo. Hunter was actually beginning to fear for his life. Or at least, what innocence he’d managed to retain.
“Smiffy, my love -” Nils began.
“Watch it, Nils, he’s my love.” Hunter pointed out, wrapping possessive arms around Smith, who burped obscenely and reached for another beer. Hunter considered cutting him off, but decided against it. He could always take care of him if it was required.
Nils ignored him. “You know… I’ve always wanted to fuck Hunter’s brains out… Up for a threesome.”
Smith, though he looked slightly confused, glared at Nils. “Fuck you, he’s mine.”
“Come on, Smiffy, I thought he was straight.”
Hunter decided this was the strangest conversation he’d ever witnessed. They were arguing about whether Nils could fuck him… Didn’t he get a say?
“So did I, but that didn’t stop me from making out with him. So, see, your fault.”
“But Smiffy…” Nils whined.
Hunter sighed, eyes scanning the huge room. “Look, Nils… Mikey Way is standing all alone by the bar… He looks quite lonely.”
Nils perked up. “Oh… Biting…” he murmured, drifting away. Hunter shook his head.
“Hunty?”
Hunter cringed. He hated when Smith called him that. “Yah, Smiffy?”
“No threesomes with Nils.”
“I’m perfectly fine with that. I was going to tell you the same thing.”
“That doesn’t mean we still can’t have sex, though… Wanna find an empty room?”
Hunter’s eyes lit up. He’d been dying to get into Smith’s skirt since he’d seen his costume. He wanted to know how much Smith had actually shaved.
“Oh, we can most definitely do that.”
It was many hours later, the sun had long since risen, and Halloween had technically been over for about eight hours by the time they all made it back to the hotel. Jessy and Mandy were far more awake than the others, use to staying up until all hours of the morning. Jade, however, was like the walking dead and Hunter was stumbling around like the zombie he was dressed up as. Smith had pretty much passed out and was being carried in between Adam and Hunter, though it looked like Adam was doing most of the carrying being as Hunter was nearly out himself.
Followed Adam and Hunter into their room and helped lay Smith in the big double bed he was sharing with Hunter. He went to the bathroom and wet down a washcloth before carefully wiping away what was left of Smith’s makeup and then tucking him in.
Throwing the washcloth into the sink, he turned and regarded his drummer and bassist. “Showers, both of you. That makeup will do horrible things to your skin if you don’t wash it.”
With a quick kiss to Hunter’s forehead and one to Adam’s cheek, Davey left the room, humming softly under his breath.
Adam sighed. “Ugh, you shower first, Hunt.”
Hunter made a noise of agreement and staggered into the bathroom. Adam shot a wistful look to the bed and wondered dimly how badly Davey would hurt him if he didn’t follow his directions. Probably just bad enough so he could still play but would be in definite pain. In the end, it most likely wasn’t worth it. He sighed and sat down, waiting for Hunter to finish.
Davey slipped into the room he was sharing with Jade in time to watch his lover pull his shirt over his head. The muscles of Jade’s back rippled under the skin and Davey bit back a moan. Jade really had no idea how beautiful he was.
Moving up behind the other man, Davey wound his arms around Jade’s waist and kissed his neck. “Hmmm… Wanna share a shower?”
Jade smiled, leaning back into Davey’s embrace. “Don’t I always?”
“Remember our first time?”
Jade sighed happily and nodded. “In Mandy’s shower… Can you believe it’s been over a year, Davey?”
“It feels like forever.”
“I want it to be forever.”
Davey smiled, the fingers of one hand tracing Jade’s Committed tattoo absently. “It will be.”
Jade twisted around and caught Davey’s lips in a tender kiss. “Shower now.” He murmured before kissing Davey again.
Davey could only nod helplessly and stumble backwards towards the bathroom.
Jessy and Mandy sat on their beds, both freshly showered and dressed in their pajamas.
“So, he really said he loves you?” Jessy asked.
“Yah.” Mandy sighed, a dopey smile crossing her face.
“Aw, that’s so sweet.” Jessy half-squealed.
Mandy laughed. “What about you… Sean Long?”
“He’s really nice… It was weird meeting him, though, y’know. I mean… Yah. You know what I mean, at least.”
“Yah, I know what you mean.”
“He gave me his phone number.” Jessy said, cheeks blushing brilliantly as she played absently with the pant leg of her pajamas.
“Good for you.”
Jessy was silent before she collapsed back onto the bed, rolling on her side to face Mandy. “Did you see this happening when we talked to Jade in that café?”
“Fuck no… I almost wanted to kill you for bugging him. I thought he was going to get annoyed with us or something.”
“And now they’re our closest friends and your dating Adam.”
“It seems… surreal.”
“Like a fairy tale.”
“Yah.”
“And just think… This all started because of my Javey obsession. See, obsessions are good sometimes.”
Mandy laughed, also lying down. “Sometimes.”
“How cool was it that we got to dance with Mikey and Gerard?”
Mandy giggled. “Yah. Until Adam got jealous.”
“He dragged you away during Cobra!” Jessy pouted. “That was just cruel.”
Mandy snorted. “I didn’t mind.”
“Just remember you’re supposed to love me more.”
“Uh-huh.”
“You are.”
“Whatever, Jess.”
“Manda!”
“Go to sleep.”
“Fine… G’night.”
“Good night.”
THE END!
A/N: Tears for Fears (the CD in the van) was who Davey put on the last blog he’d posted when I wrote that scene, so he does actually listen to them. I know almost nothing about Nils, just to clarify that. Hopefully I wasn’t too far off; though I’m quite sure he doesn’t have a huge house like the one in this. Eh, oh well, right? Mikey and Gerard Way’s appearances was inspired by when they were on, I think it was Jay Leno (but I might be wrong) and not only was there an adorable waycesty hug, but I noticed that when Mikey shakes people’s hands, he does like a Japanese bow thingy. Sean Long is a real person and the band mentioned does exist. Sean is also a model and a die-hard AFI fan. His appearance was inspired by a modeling shoot he did, which can be found here. He’s also got some hotter pics up, too, if you’re interested. Also, a good part of this was written on Easter of 2007, most of which I spent looking at Sean Long pictures, watching AFI videos on superspeed on youtube (which are very amusing), and playing with my pink and blue stuffed bunnies Mandy bought me. I named my pink one Jade and my blue one Davey because a) they’re bunnies b) one is pink and c) they look kinda like the bunnies from Girls Not Grey.
This was written over the course of one very long, very eventful year. Part five was posted exactly a year after I wrote part one. This story was a lifeline I could grasp ahold of and escape to during some very dark times. It's been a pleasure.
Bandom: AFI
Pairings: Javey, Smunter, Adam/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When Jade meets and befriends two fangirls after a concert, AFI gets more than they bargained for.
Disclaimer: In addition to not owning Mandy, Adam, Davey, Jade, Hunter, or Smith, I don't own Jeffree Star, Nils, Sean Long, Mikey or Gerard Way. Or anyone else mentioned except Jessy (who is infact me... *shrugs*). The rights to Paralyzer belong to Finger Eleven. This never happened, I do not know or claim to know AFI or any of their associates. This is just for my own amusement, as well as Mandy's, and hopefully you enjoy it as well.
A/N: I started off with four chapters planned for this but then a fifth chapter wormed it's way in. This fic is, as far as I know, complete. There is a good possibility, however, that I will one day write more on it.
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four
Silence. Mandy and Adam had been sitting in nothing but silence for the past three-and-a-half minutes. Mandy stared down at her hands, picking at her nails absently (a sign of extreme nervousness).
Adam cleared his throat. “So, um… That paragraph…”
Mandy blushed. She was really, really going to kill Jessy. “Yeah?” she croaked.
Adam opened his mouth and shut it before clearing his throat again and awkwardly stuttering, “Did you -I mean… Did you mean… What you said?”
“Um… Yes…? No…? I don’t know… Do you want me to mean it?”
Adam shifted uncomfortably. “I, er, um… yes…”
“T-Then I guess I did.”
Mandy’s face felt as if it were on fire. There was no away it could possibly get redder.
“So… You like me?” There was definite uncertainty in Adam’s voice.
Okay, so maybe Mandy’s face could get redder. “Well… Yes, I mean, why wouldn’t I?”
“Well… I’m not exactly ‘pretty’ like Davey… Or even Jade.”
“Wait… You don’t think you’re good enough for me?” Mandy asked in disbelief.
Adam ducked his head, a flush creeping up his neck and tingeing his ears.
“Addy, look at me… Do I honestly look like someone that cares what you think? Besides, you are not by any means ugly. You’re really fucking hot, okay… Not like me.”
Adam made a strange sound in the back of his throat that sounded oddly like a growl. He moved from where he sat on Jessy’s bed to Mandy’s and pulled her into a kiss.
Adam’s lips moved softly over Mandy’s and then again with more pressure. One hand gently cupped her face while the other encircled one of her wrists, his thumb gently stroking her skin in small circles. He snaked out his tongue and traced Mandy’s lower lip, making her jump and gasp in surprise.
Adam pulled back, his bright blue eyes looking directly into Mandy’s. “Listen to me. You’re very pretty. You may not be perfect, but I don’t want perfection. I just want you.”
Jade sniffed at the air. “Is something burning?”
Hunter blinked. “Huh? Oh, fuck, my cookies!” He shifted Smith off his lap and lunged at the stove, groaning loudly as dark smoke billowed out. Pulling on an oven mitt, he pulled out a tray of blackened cookies. “Damnit.”
Smith laughed. “Oh, does that mean we can make more?”
Hunter sighed heavily. “No… I’ll just go buy some.”
Jessy patted his head. “Hunter, honey, this is Mt. Pleasant. You’re not going to find any vegan cookies.”
“B-but I really want cookies.” Hunter whined.
“Since it’s technically my fault for distracting you, why don’t I help you make more?” Jessy suggested.
“NO! I’m his helper!” Smith hollered, flinging himself at Hunter. Hunter rolled his eyes, but didn’t really seem to mind Smith’s antics since all he did was curl his arms around the hyper boy (and face it, no matter how old Smith got, he was always going to be a ‘boy’).
“We’ve got it covered, Jess.” Hunter said, much nicer than Smith.
“M’kay, you know where to find me.” Jessy shrugged, returning to her chair and plopping down with a bored expression.
Jade was lying on the couch, one arm daggling off the side and the other curled around Davey, who was snuggled into his side. Neither seemed intent on helping Jessy relieve her boredom. She looked around and sighed heavily.
“Okay, Manda, you’ve had enough time to talk.” She muttered. Standing up, she crept towards the drawn curtain that separated the bunks from the rest of the bus. She flung it open and darted inside, not expecting Adam to be standing in the aisle way and crashing into him. While Adam stumbled from the blow, he was a lot sturdier than Jessy, who fell back onto her butt.
“Ow.” Jessy mumbled, holding a hand out for help standing. Adam grasped her hand and tugged her up. “Thanks, Addy.”
“No problem.” Adam shrugged.
Mandy glared at Jessy. “What are you doing?”
Jessy sat down. “Bugging you. I left you alone long enough.”
Mandy rolled her eyes. “Sometimes I hate you.”
“Nah-uh, you always love me and you know it.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
Jessy stuck her tongue out. “Meany… So, are you an us yet or are you still a you because if you are still a you I’m going to bitch slap you until you become an us.”
Adam blinked. “Huh?”
“Yah, Jess, even I didn’t follow that.” (A/N: Actually, she did… but that doesn’t really matter…)
Jessy rolled her eyes. “Are you two going out yet?”
Mandy and Adam promptly blushed. “Oh… Well…” Mandy began.
“Yes.” Adam interrupted. Both girls looked at him and his blush deepened.
“Ah, you’re so cute!” Jessy squealed, giving him a tight hug.
“Do you have to do that all the time?” Adam asked, rubbing his sides.
“Yes.” Jessy and Mandy said together.
“Why wasn’t Mandy hugged, too?” Adam pouted.
“Mandy gets hugs all the time from me.” Jessy shrugged.
“Well, so do I.”
“Well, yah, but I still hug Mandy the mostest… Followed by Davey and Smith, because Davey’s is almost as affectionate as me and Smith is just fun to hug. Anyway, that doesn’t matter. I want to know what was said, what was done; details, details.”
“I think I missed out on part of it, since I don’t remember ever being asked out.” Mandy mumbled.
“Hey, we kissed!” Adam protested.
“So… A kiss doesn’t mean you’re going out.” Jessy said.
“But… We -I… Ahh!” Adam ended his long stream of stutters with a frustrated scream.
Jessy giggled.
“Shut up, Jessica.” Adam snapped. Jessy winced at the use of her full name; no one ever called her that anymore.
“But it’s funny.” Jessy whined. “You’re like thirty something and you’re stuttering and blushing like a schoolgirl.”
Adam just pouted some more, sending Jessy a vicious glare.
“Right, well… I’m gonna run away before Addy kills me.” Jessy said brightly. She returned back to where she’d come from, leaving Adam and Mandy to continue their talking.
“So… Uh… Would you… I mean, will you… You know… Go out with me?” Adam’s cheeks once again flushed an amazing shade a red that should be impossible for a human to turn.
Mandy’s cheeks tinged pink. “Yes,” she answered, her voice surprisingly stead and calm.
Adam beamed.
Jessy hummed under her breath, some song Jade and Davey were writing that was stuck in her head. She looked up and smirked. Smith had Hunter pressed up against the counter and was greedily making out with him. Jessy could see Smith’s tongue push into Hunter’s mouth demandingly.
Davey had gotten up and stolen Jessy’s chair and computer. She squeezed into the seat with him, laying her head on his shoulder.
“Hunter and Smith are making out.” She whispered.
Davey snorted. “They’ll probably be doing that a lot.”
“I am so good.”
“You actually had nothing to do with them.”
“Of course I did. I kept putting them together… Hmm, I need to write a new chapter now…”
“I can’t believe you still write that stuff.” Davey laughed.
“I don’t write much of AFI anymore… Did you know Mandy and I have our own categories now?”
“Well, you are always around.”
“Eh, you love us.”
“No he doesn’t. He loves me. Quit hitting on my boyfriend.” Jade mumbled from the couch, eyes still shut.
“Aw, but Jadey, we’d just agreed to elope.”
Jade calmly lifted a hand and flipped her off. Jessy laughed.
“So, my dear Havok, whatcha doing?” she asked, turning her attention back to Davey.
“Blogging.”
“About what?”
“Just my day.”
“Smunterness?”
Davey shook his head. “That’s Hunter’s news to share. As Mandy is Adam’s.”
Jessy nodded. She snuggled into Davey’s side and shut her eyes. Jade’s idea of a nap sounded really good.
Hunter groaned into Smith’s mouth and his hands clutched at Smith’s shoulders. Smith cupped his ass and picked him up, setting Hunter down on the counter. Hunter wrapped his legs obediently around Smith’s waist, pulling him closer and arching his body desperately into Smith’s.
Somewhere in the background, Hunter could hear Davey and Jessy talking but he was far beyond caring. He was going to fuck Smith (or vise versa) and he really didn’t care who was watching.
Smith drug the zipper of Hunter’s hoodie down and shoved it off his shoulders. It dropped almost unnoticed to the floor. Smith pulled Hunter closer, grinding their hips together.
Hunter gasped when Smith’s prominent erection pressed into his own. His fingers scrambled trying to rid Smith of the Misfits shirt, not caring when the hem ripped slightly (though he’d probably be killed later by Jade). Smith pulled away long enough to remove the shirt before viciously throwing it across the room (bus, whatever).
Smith’s mouth crashed upon Hunter’s once again. His tongue shoved savagely into Hunter’s mouth and his hands slid under Hunter’s shirt to stroke the soft skin stretched over taunt muscles. Hunter groaned, the sound lost in Smith’s mouth, and fumbled with the button and zipper of Smith’s pants.
Smith stepped away to rid himself of the insanely tight pants before he pressed back up against Hunter, pulling Hunter’s shirt away. His mouth found Hunter’s collarbone, which he nipped at playfully.
Hunter gasped out Smith’s name, fingers clenching at Smith’s shoulders. He shoved Smith backwards, jumping down from the counter and quickly shedding the rest of his clothes. He pulled Smith into another deep kiss before bending him over the counter.
“W-wait!” Smith gasped. “Lube.”
Hunter blinked and cursed, eyes darting around for something -fuck anything -that could be used. His eyes landed on the vegetable oil they’d been using for the cookies. It was going to be messy, but it’d work. Hunter dumped a liberal amount on his fingers before setting the bottle back on the counter and pressing a gentle kiss to the back of Smith’s neck.
Hunter pressed one finger into Smith, unsure as to how long it’d been for the other man. Smith gasped out and pressed back against the intrusion. Encouraged, Hunter added a second finger, scissoring his fingers gently as he worked them in and out.
Smith moaned softly. “Hun-hunter, now… Oh, fuck, please now.”
Hunter nodded, mouth dry. He picked the oil back up and dumped some in his hand. He stroked his erection, biting back a moan. Biting his lip to keep from coming on the spot, Hunter positioned himself and pushed into Smith as gently as he could.
Smith gasped, fingers clawing at the countertop. Hunter stilled, biting his lip harder to keep from just thrusting into the hot -oh god so hot and fuck tight -body beneath him. As Smith relaxed around him, he felt himself sinking deeper until he was encased to the hilt.
“Fuck, Smith.” Hunter panted. “C-can I move?”
“Yah… Yah, just...”
“I know.”
Hunter began to thrust, doing his best to keep his movements as slow and gentle as possible until Smith was panting harshly beneath him, occasional moans ripping from his throat. One hand clenching to the sweaty skin at Smith’s hip, the other sliding down to take Smith’s in his own, Hunter thrusted harder and faster, satisfied when Smith’s moans grew louder.
Changing his angle slightly, Hunter was rewarded by Smith admitting a squeal and shoving his hips backwards. “Fuck, Hunter! Fuck, right there.”
There was no longer any real rhythm to their fucking. It was desperate and wild, but neither really cared.
“N-not gonna l-last.” Hunter panted into Smith’s ear.
“God, so close.”
The hand at Smith’s hip slid around and grasped his hard cock, slick with pre-come. Smith could only whimper as Hunter began to jerk him off, hard and fast.
“Fuck, fuck, oh god… Hunter!” Smith screamed as he came. Hunter groaned loudly, immediately following his boyfriend into orgasmic bliss.
They stood panting, supported only by the counter. Hunter pressed a sweet kiss to the sweat-slicked skin at Smith’s shoulder.
“Never do that again where I can hear!” Jade yelled. Smith glanced over at him and giggled. His brother looked completely traumatized and Davey was staring determinedly at his computer screen. Somehow, Jessy had slept through it all (which meant she was going to be incredibly pissed and disappointed when she awoke).
“Sorry, Jadey… he’s just so irresistible.” Hunter laughed, pulling out and pressing a soft, chaste kiss to Smith’s lips before going about gathering up their clothes.
A week later, Jessy had yet to cease pouting, Mandy kept smirking at her, and Jade was still traumatized, unable to even look at Smith as the younger man addressed them.
“Okay, so we’ve got five more shows to do and I’ve got three hotel rooms lined up so we can go to the Halloween party.”
“What Halloween party?” Mandy asked, eyes sparkling. Jessy’s pout had fallen away and she was now bouncing in place. The girls absolutely loved Halloween.
“You’ll see… Just start thinking about costumes.” Davey said, eyes twinkling.
Jessy and Mandy exchanged looks. The guys had no idea what they were in for.
“I wanna be a ninja!” Jade whined.
“No, Jadey, you’re always a ninja. Be different this year.” Jessy argued.
“I don’t wanna be. I wanna be a ninja.” Jade insisted, sounding more like a stubborn six year old rather than the man nearly twice Jessy’s age.
Jessy sighed. “Come one, Jade…”
“No. I’m not doing it. I’m going to be a ninja.”
“God, Davey was so much easier to convince.” Jessy sighed with a shake of her head.
Jade raised his eyebrows. “Davey?”
“He’s going to be the angel of death.”
“Davey’s going to be a bunny or a cat. Davey’s always been a cat or a bunny, every year accept that one time when he was twenty-two and went drag, but that was only because Mikey agreed to pay for a months worth of makeup if he did it.”
Jessy shrugged. “It wasn’t hard. Of course, I held his muffin hostage first, but still.”
“See, he didn’t willingly agree.”
“I didn’t want to do this…” Jessy said slowly, reaching under her bunk where they sat. She pulled out a box and held it firmly in her lap.
Jade’s eyes widened. “Is that…?”
“Yep. Your last box of Ghardetti chocolate.”
Jade whimpered. “That’s cruel.”
“So… No ninja?”
Jade, looking like he was about to cry, nodded. “No ninja.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
Jessy relinquished her captive. “Think of it this way, Jadey: Halloween is a time to dress up. You’re a ninja every day, so really, you haven’t been dressing up.”
Jade was still pouting. “You are an evil, evil girl. You threatened the chocolate… You of all the people.”
Jessy laughed and kissed Jade’s cheek before rolling out of her bunk. She went and found her best friend, curled up against her boyfriend.
“Jade agreed.” Jessy announced, joining them on the couch and cuddling up to Mandy.
“Did you have to use the chocolate?” Mandy asked.
Jessy nodded solemnly. “Any luck with Hunter?”
“He agreed. Smith, too, with almost too much enthusiasm.”
Adam looked between them. “I hate the way you two can talk in those cryptic messages no one else can understand.”
Mandy kissed Adam’s cheek. “Sorry, Addy.”
Jessy and Mandy shared a look. Jessy nodded and picked casually at her pants. “So… Halloween’s coming up.”
Adam nodded.
“You’re not dressing as a pirate.” Jessy continued, not meeting Adam’s eyes.
Adam raised skeptic eyebrows. “I’m not, am I? What am I going to be?”
Mandy smirked. “A vampire.”
“Come on, Davey’d make a better one than me.”
Mandy pouted. “Please? For me?”
Adam groaned. Not the damn eyes. “Fine.”
Jessy and Mandy both cheered.
“Okay, so Davey’s the angel of death, Jade’s a demon, Hunter a zombie, Smith a hula-girl, Adam a vampire, and me a faerie. Have you decided yet?” Jessy asked Mandy.
Mandy shook her head. “No, not yet.
“If I’m going to be a vampire for you, will you be my wench” Adam asked, one had toying with Mandy’s hair.
Mandy smiled. “Of course. Your gothic, pirate wench.”
Jessy pouted. “I still hate being alone.”
Adam shot her a grin. “Davey’d set you up with Nils, if you want.”
“I’m good.”
Adam laughed.
Jessy carefully dusted dark shadow across Mandy’s eyelids. She added just a little purple to the edges of the black and then added black eyeliner. Dark red lipstick was carefully applied. Jessy studied her work critically before nodding in acceptance.
“Stand up.” Jessy commanded, giggling when Mandy listened.
Jessy brushed through Mandy’s long hair before picking up a black silk bandana and tying it around Mandy’s head. A black choker that held a heavy silver cross was added to Mandy’s neck.
Eyeing the rest of Mandy’s costume, Jessy grinned. It was perfect. A flowing white peasant’s shirt beneath a black corset (an actual corset that was no doubt highly uncomfortable), a dark purple skirt that fell to mid-calf displaying knee high pirate boots. There were beads in her hair, bangles around her wrists, and (unloaded) black powder gun and short sword belted at her waist.
Jessy beamed proudly. “Perfect.”
Jessy was a joint effort of Davey (makeup) and Jade (hair). Jade had re-dyed her hair a solid black, brushed it out until it was fluffy and soft, and added silver shimmer to it. Davey had covered Jessy’s eyes and cheeks in swirls of purple and silver eye shadow that shimmered and glittered. The details were done in dark purple, silver, and white, swirls and hearts and intricate designs. Her lips were painted a silvery purple.
Her outfit was purple and silver, too. Her dress was spaghetti-strapped and fell to her knees, silky and flowing. Her panty hose made her legs shimmer and her feet were covered by silver strappy heels. Small, silver glittered wings were attached to her back and the skin of her arms, neck, and chest that was exposed was painted to match her eyes and cheeks.
Smith stumbled into the room, snorting in amusement at him self. Jessy and Mandy burst into laughter at the very sight of him. He wore a fruit bowl hat that was so tall it nearly made him topple over. His drag queen make up (done himself) consisted of bright blue eye shadow, drastic blush, and hooker-red lipstick. He wore necklaces of fake flowers around his neck and a cocoanut bra along with a skintight Hawaiian print wrap around his hips that showed off his surprisingly good-looking legs (which he had even shaved). He walked with more ease than Jessy ever could in four-inch heels.
“Smiffers! Looking sexy.” Jessy teased.
“Oh, you’re shiny.” Smith grinned.
Hunter slinked into the room and Smith shrieked and ran away. Apparently Jade hadn’t been kidding when he said Smith was terrified of zombies (a product of being forced by his ‘loving’ older brother to watch too many zombie movies as a kid).
“Ahh!”
“Smith!” Hunter exclaimed, pouting through his zombie make-up.
Smith shook his head. “No. You are not going to eat my brain.”
“What brain?” Jessy smirked.
Hunter shot her a glare before turning pleading eyes towards his lover. “Smith…”
Smith watched him silently for a minute before creeping over and cautiously taking his hand. Hunter beamed.
Jessy shook her head, eyeing Hunter’s costume. His clothes were tattered and splattered with fake blood. He was missing a shoe and his toe, covered in blood, poked through a hole in his sock. His right hand had a gross looking ‘wound’ on it and his face looked mid-decay. It looked like Davy had fun with the morbid vibe.
Jade came stomping into Jessy and Mandy’s motel room. Jaws dropped open at the sight of him. His skin had been tinged red and it looked like his veins were black. He wore contacts to make his eyes solid black and vicious looking fangs in his mouth, doubled on both the top and bottom. His blonde fringe was matted red with fake blood which also stained his hands (probably because Jade was just too lazy to wash his hands after he’d done his hair). He had stolen a pair of Jessy’s Tripp pants that were literally dripping in chains and spikes, tinting the steel of the chains with blood to make them look like they’d been used as murder weapons. His shirt was long sleeve, black cotton with red stitching and Jessy had no idea where he had resurrected the heavy boots he wore or the spiked collar around his neck. Two small, red horns arched away from his forehead and a very realistic looking forked tail hung limply.
“Wow.” Jessy whispered, not even conscience of saying it.
Jade looked at her in confusion. “What?”
“You… Wow.”
Jade rolled his eyes, continuing to pout. “Davey kicked me out.”
“Erm, why?” Hunter asked. Davey wasn’t of the habit of kicking Jade out, ever. Usually, Davey was very happy with being pretty much attached to Jade’s hip 24/7.
“Because he’s doing Adam.”
“WHAT?” Mandy half shrieked.
Jade shook his head wildly. “NO! I mean, he’s doing Addy’s makeup. And he looks really hot.”
“Adam or Davey?” Mandy asked curiously.
“Davey… Well, Adam, too, but you’ll just have to wait and see.”
Mandy pouted.
“So, why did Davey kick you out again?” Jessy asked.
“Because he looks hot and I couldn’t keep my hands off him and I was ‘distracting him from making Adam hot’.”
“Oh.”
Davey suddenly appeared, looking very smug. He cleared his throat, gaining everyone’s attention. Jade, Jessy decided, was right. Davey looked really fucking hot. He was dressed in tight PVCs and a black fishnet shirt. Tattered wings that looked amazingly realistic hung from his back. His hair hung loosely in soft ringlets down his back, his face was deathly pale. He wore blood red lipstick, his eyes heavily lined with kohl and shadowed with silver glitter. His nails were black, his hands stained by fake blood, like Jade’s. His fake eyelashes were heavy and tinged red, the contacts within his eyes lightening them and making them brighter.
“I knew he’d make an amazing angel.” Jessy murmured.
Davey grinned at her. “Wait until you see… Ladies and gentlemen -”
“Wait! Which one am I?” Smith asked, looking anxious.
“Smiffy, shush.” Hunter scolded softly.
Davey glared at them for daring to interrupt him. “As I was saying, ladies and gentlemen, I present, Adam Carson.”
“You didn’t have to make such a spectacle out of it.” Adam grumbled, entering the small room, his voice muffled and sounding rather awkward.
It was like in the movies, where you start at the feet and slowly slid your eyes up to their face. They all took Adam in inch by inch. His feet were covered by heavy boots, his legs clothed in tight black jeans. He wore a silk, blood red shirt beneath a black velvet one, both unbuttoned to show off Adam’s wonderfully pale, toned chest. His skin was lightened considerably by Davey’s makeup, but it suited him (and his costume) very well. His lips were black and pursed shut, his eyes lined heavily. Adam’s dark hair seemed even more rumpled and wild that usual in an unbelievably sexy way.
Jessy was slack jawed, but could think well enough to sneak a look at Mandy, whose eyes had glazed over as she stared at her boyfriend.
Adam shifted awkwardly under everyone’s eyes, his lips parting open. Jessy and Mandy both gasped, eyes widening at how hot Adam looked with fangs. They were shockingly white against the contrast of his black lips, coming to sharp points and hanging over his bottom teeth.
Davey beamed and slipped his arm around Jade’s waist. His other arm encircled Mandy.
“You can’t drag him away yet, deary,” he teased, “we still have a party to go to.”
Adam followed them, and then the other three. Reaching out, Adam pulled Mandy away from Davey and into his own arms. He nuzzled her neck lightly and her eyes fell closed at the sensation.
“My wench.” He murmured, his hot breath ghosting across her skin.
“Addy, stop that!” Jessy laughed, smacking at him lightly. “We don’t need Mandy jumping you. Keep all fangs to yourself.”
“Jessy, you bitch, shut up.” Mandy whined as Adam pulled away from her.
Jessy giggled before catching up with Davey and looping her arm through his. “So, what’s the big deal with this party?”
“Nils throws the best Halloween parties. People he doesn’t even know show up.” Hunter helpfully supplied as they all left the hotel.
Hunter held the door to the van they’d rented open for Smith while the younger Puget tried to maneuver around with his tight skirt on. Hunter slipped in after him, Jessy following. Adam and Mandy crawled into the very back as Jade took his place in the passenger seat, immediately buckling his seatbelt. Davey got in the driver’s seat and Adam, Hunter, and Smith all fumbled anxiously for their own seatbelts. Davey, oblivious, calmly pulled on his seatbelt and adjusted his mirrors.
Adam reached across Mandy and pulled her seatbelt across her lap, fastening it securely. “You’re going to want that on.”
Jessy squirmed to look at him. “You mean all the stories of Davey completely sucking at driving are true?”
“Just be glad that this is the first time you’ve had to ride with him.” Adam answered.
Davey looked at them in the rearview mirror. “Keep talking and I’ll show you how badly I can drive.”
He threw the van into drive and switched the radio on. There was a collective groan from the girls when the (sadly) familiar screams of Sick Of It All filled the van. Jade laughed as Jessy dove at the CD case resting between his seat and Davey’s (nearly decapitating herself with her seatbelt). She quickly flipped the case open and grabbed a random CD. Jade helped her change CDs, still laughing at her and Mandy.
“Shut up. Its like torture on the eardrums.” Jessy muttered.
“Oh, come on. They’re not bad and they’re nice guys.” Davey said, forever defending his friends. The new music began and Davey perked up, turning up the volume. “Yay, Tears for Fears.”
Thirty minutes later, Davey, belting out the lyrics pouring from the car speakers, pulled into Nils’ house. Jessy and Mandy stared out the van windows at the vast house.
A bunny bounced over to them. Davey barely had a chance to get out of the van before the bunny was hugging him.
“Davey! Oh my God, you look hot!”
“Nils!”
Jessy had to fight giggles. Nils’ costume was priceless. He wore a hot pink, vinyl teddy with black fishnet stockings and black stilettos. Pink bunny ears were perched atop his head and there was a fuzzy cottontail on his butt.
“Nilsy!” Smith squealed, scrambling out of the van. Hunter crawled out after him, slapping his ass with a laugh.
Nils hugged Smith tight before he caught sight of Adam. “Oh my God, Addy, can I do you?”
Adam, looking extremely frightened, blushed brightly while Mandy just glared at Nils. “Hey, back off.”
“Mandy, share.” Nils whined.
“Give up, Nilsy, she won’t even share with me.” Jessy said, struggling to look sad instead of just grinning like a lunatic.
“I’m not some object you can share.” Adam griped.
“Sure you’re not.” Nils soothed, causing Adam to pout. Nils giggled before turning back to Davey and linking their arms. “Okay, so Jeffree’s already here. He looks, well, like Jeffree. Nick 13 is the one roaming around as a gorilla. The Way brothers showed up. I so want the little one to bite me. Jacoby was here but I’m pretty sure he’s fucking someone on the third floor. Did you know Synyster Gates and Zacky Vengeance fuck each other when drunk? Dan and David are here and they said Simon was coming later. Dan’s a werewolf, the only one I’ve seen tonight. And there’s some hot boy I don’t know walking around that I’m so going to get in bed. He’s so fucking fuckable.”
“Okay, you sexbot, let’s just get inside.” Jade laughed.
Nils lead the way inside, his little tail actually twitching. Davey immediately pulled Jade onto the dance floor. Adam eyed it nervously, looking very relieved when Jessy and Mandy dragged him over to the bar.
“I can’t believe Nils has a full bar in his house.” Jessy muttered.
“He only opens it during his holiday parties.” Adam said with a shrug. They all three ordered water, looking out at the dance floor.
Davey and Jade danced in the center, moving together in perfect sync with a flowing grace that only lovers who knew each other’s bodies as intimately as Davey and Jade did. Not far from them, Hunter and Smith were dancing. Unsurprisingly, Hunter danced well and Smith wasn’t bad, even in his heels and restricting skirt. They were laughing as they moved, Hunter clearly not embarrassed in the least by his boyfriend’s craziness.
Nils had followed them and cocked his head as he watched the two. “What’s up with Smithy and Hunter?”
Adam, surprised that Nils hadn’t heard about the pair, answered, “They’re together. Have been for a little over a month.”
“I thought Hunter was straight.” Nils said in confusion.
“Bi.” Jessy helpfully supplied.
“You mean all this time, I could’ve been fucking Hunter but haven’t?” Nils whined, “I gotta get fucked now.”
Nils stomped off, grabbed a random guy, and began making out with him.
“God, Nils is such a whore.” Mandy said with a shake of her head.
“Yeah, he really is.” Adam agreed.
The song changed and The Monster Mash began. Laughing, Jessy tugged Mandy out onto the dance floor with Adam following a little warily. Davey and Jade welcomed them into a cluster of wildly moving limbs and uncontrollable laughter. Smith and Hunter worked their way over and joined the group, Smith’s hat bonking Adam in the head when he stumbled on his heels.
Six songs later, everyone was gasping for breath and begging the bartender for water, which they instantly chugged down. Smith handed his half-empty bottle off to Hunter and ordered a beer.
They sat out the next song (a rap request none of them knew or had any interest in), but as soon as the song after it came on, Jessy and Mandy were high tailing it to the dance floor.
I hold on so nervously
To me and my drink
I wish it was cooling me
But so far, has not been good
It’s been shitty
And I feel awkward as I should
This club has got to be
The most pretentious thing
Since I thought you and me
Well I am imagining
A dark lit place
Or your place or my place
Two dancing bodies joined them, though neither girl paid much attention to them, choosing instead to belt out the lyrics.
Well, I’m not paralyzed
But I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because standing still
And if your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
Jessy finally recognized one of the voices singing along with the Finger Eleven song and drug her eyes over to stare slightly open mouthed at the hot zombie that was Gerard Way as he danced, his body moving against Mandy’s in the crowd. Jessy looked over her shoulder to see who was dancing against her and decided at the sight of a vampric Mikey that she had to agree with Nils. He could bite her anytime he wanted.
I hold out for one more drink
Before I think
I’m looking too desperately
But so far has not been fun
I should just stay home
If one thing really means one
This club will hopefully
Be closed in three weeks
That would be cool with me
Well, I’m still imagining
A dark lit place
Or your place or my place
Well, I’m not paralyzed
But I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because standing still
And if your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
Jessy heard Mikey laugh behind her and watched Mandy’s eyes widen in recollection. She caught sight of Gerard and her fish-out-of-water look doubled ten-fold.
Well, I’m not paralyzed
But I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because standing still
And if your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
Well, I’m not paralyzed
But I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because standing still
And if your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
Mikey grinned at them, holding out a hand to Jessy while Gerard shook Mandy’s. Jessy accepted Mikey’s outstretched hand and bit her lip to keep from laughing at the way Mikey half-bowed to her as he shook her hand.
Adam stepped up next to Mandy, positioning himself between her and Gerard and slipping an arm protectively around her waist. He sent Gerard a mild glare to which Gerard just quirked an eyebrow and smirked.
“Addy! No standing still. Dance!” Jsesy laughed as the music began, a familiar song playing. “Oh my God, Cobra!”
“I’m just here to steal Mandy away.” Adam explained, leading Mandy away.
“Have fun. Make good choices.” Jessy yelled after them.
Adam blushed and Mandy glared, already out of hitting distance. Instead, she flipped Jessy off as she was drug away, past Nils who was making out with a different guy than earlier.
Jessy turned back to the Way brothers. “So, how do you know Nilsy?”
“The flamingly gay bunny that keeps trying to get in my pants?” Mikey asked.
“That’s the one.”
“Where are we going?” Mandy asked.
“Away from Gerard fucking Way.” Adam scowled as they entered a quiet hall where the sounds of the party seemed far away.
Mandy stopped and stared at Adam in confusion. “Are you jealous?”
Adam gritted his teeth, not looking at her.
Mandy sighed, suppressing the urge to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. She slipped her arms around Adam’s waist and rested her head on his shoulder.
“You don’t have anything to worry about, Addy.”
Adam sighed. “I know. Really, I do.”
“Then what’s with the jealousy?”
Adam shrugged. “I don’t know. Its kinda like how Jade got all bitchy that time Davey was watching that guys ass and really Davey just wanted his pants.”
“So, Gerard is my pants-guy?”
“Yeah.”
Mandy shook her head at how bad that analogy was and how sad it was that she actually understood what he meant. Gently urging Adam to face her, Mandy kissed him, slowly at first and then with rising passion, marveling at how different Adam’s mouth felt thanks to the fangs. When she pulled back, Adam met her eyes, looking considerably happier.
“How about I make you forget all about Gerard.”
Adam’s eyebrows rose at the suggestiveness of the comment.
Mandy blushed, realizing how it could be interpreted. “I didn’t mean, um, not… I’m not ready for, I just meant -”
Adam laughed and shushed her with a chaste kiss. “I know what you meant. How about we go somewhere and cuddle?”
“Cuddling is very much okay.”
Adam led her down the hall towards a room. “How about nibbling? Is that okay?”
“If you think I’m going to tell you that you can’t nibble or bite with those fangs in, you’re very much mistaken.”
Adam laughed, suddenly very glad he’d let them talk him in to being a vampire.
Jessy waved good-bye to Mikey and Gerard, rejoining Davey and Jade near the bar. They were talking to another guy who had his back to her.
Davey smiled brightly at her. “Jessy! Come meet our friend.”
Jessy laughed as Davey slung an arm around her waist. She looked towards their friend and gasped.
“This is Sean Long. Sean, this is our Jessy.”
Sean smiled at her, holding out a hand. “Nice to meet you.”
Jessy shook his hand, looking very wide-eyed. “Oh my God… you’re totally on my myspace!”
The moment it left her mouth, she blushed brightly. Davey and Jade laughed and Sean just blinked owlishly.
“Sorry… Random shirt pops out of my mouth.”
Sean laughed. “That’s okay. Same thing happens to me sometimes.”
“Happens to Jessy all the time.” Jade teased. “But she wasn’t even this flustered when she first talked to me.”
Jessy glared at Jade, who was suddenly very thankful that Davey stood between them but shuffled further away, just incase that didn’t stop her.
“So, if you’re on his myspace, you’ve heard of his band, Never Felt Better?” Davey asked.
Jessy nodded. “Yah.”
“Oh, good. I was just asking Sean if he’d like to go on tour with us after the new CD is released.”
“The new CD you’re not even finished writing?”
“Hey… At least this one is coming faster than Decemberunderground did.”
“Very true... And that’s awesome. It’d be like a dream come true for you, wouldn’t it, Sean?”
Sean nodded, his cheeks tinting just a bit. “Yah… I never even considered the possibility.”
Davey shrugged. “We like to tour with people who have supported us in one way or another. Why not help support one of our fans’ bands, too?”
“DAVEY!” someone yelled and Davey turned around.
“Jeffree! I’ll talk to you later, Sean. Have fun with Jessy.”
Jade laughed, leaning in to whisper in Jessy’s ear. “In case you haven’t noticed, this is Davey’s oh-so-subtle attempt to make it so you’re not alone anymore.”
Jessy blushed as Jade ran off after Davey. She could kill the both of them for leaving her alone. Damn, where was her best friend when she needed her?
Mandy sighed and nuzzled her nose against Adam’s neck. He’d fallen asleep a few minutes before, but Mandy was content to lie in his arms and think.
To the girl who’d never been in a relationship before, everything about her and Adam seemed like a fairy tale. But how real were fairy tales? Was it really possible that she’d found forever with the first boyfriend she’d ever had? And then, he was a lot older than she was… Were they going to have a relationship like her parents did? Would she ever come to the point where she would want to avoid him?
“Mandy?”
Mandy jumped, not realizing Adam had woken up. “Yah?”
“Quit thinking with your head… Listen to your heart. That’s what Davey told me.”
Mandy smiled. “Okay… I’ll try.”
“Is it still to early to say I love you?”
“I don’t know… But I love you, too.”
Smith and Nils giggled insanely, leaning against one another in support. Smith was far beyond drunk and Nils was just Nils. He was always crazy. They made a scary duo. Hunter was actually beginning to fear for his life. Or at least, what innocence he’d managed to retain.
“Smiffy, my love -” Nils began.
“Watch it, Nils, he’s my love.” Hunter pointed out, wrapping possessive arms around Smith, who burped obscenely and reached for another beer. Hunter considered cutting him off, but decided against it. He could always take care of him if it was required.
Nils ignored him. “You know… I’ve always wanted to fuck Hunter’s brains out… Up for a threesome.”
Smith, though he looked slightly confused, glared at Nils. “Fuck you, he’s mine.”
“Come on, Smiffy, I thought he was straight.”
Hunter decided this was the strangest conversation he’d ever witnessed. They were arguing about whether Nils could fuck him… Didn’t he get a say?
“So did I, but that didn’t stop me from making out with him. So, see, your fault.”
“But Smiffy…” Nils whined.
Hunter sighed, eyes scanning the huge room. “Look, Nils… Mikey Way is standing all alone by the bar… He looks quite lonely.”
Nils perked up. “Oh… Biting…” he murmured, drifting away. Hunter shook his head.
“Hunty?”
Hunter cringed. He hated when Smith called him that. “Yah, Smiffy?”
“No threesomes with Nils.”
“I’m perfectly fine with that. I was going to tell you the same thing.”
“That doesn’t mean we still can’t have sex, though… Wanna find an empty room?”
Hunter’s eyes lit up. He’d been dying to get into Smith’s skirt since he’d seen his costume. He wanted to know how much Smith had actually shaved.
“Oh, we can most definitely do that.”
It was many hours later, the sun had long since risen, and Halloween had technically been over for about eight hours by the time they all made it back to the hotel. Jessy and Mandy were far more awake than the others, use to staying up until all hours of the morning. Jade, however, was like the walking dead and Hunter was stumbling around like the zombie he was dressed up as. Smith had pretty much passed out and was being carried in between Adam and Hunter, though it looked like Adam was doing most of the carrying being as Hunter was nearly out himself.
Followed Adam and Hunter into their room and helped lay Smith in the big double bed he was sharing with Hunter. He went to the bathroom and wet down a washcloth before carefully wiping away what was left of Smith’s makeup and then tucking him in.
Throwing the washcloth into the sink, he turned and regarded his drummer and bassist. “Showers, both of you. That makeup will do horrible things to your skin if you don’t wash it.”
With a quick kiss to Hunter’s forehead and one to Adam’s cheek, Davey left the room, humming softly under his breath.
Adam sighed. “Ugh, you shower first, Hunt.”
Hunter made a noise of agreement and staggered into the bathroom. Adam shot a wistful look to the bed and wondered dimly how badly Davey would hurt him if he didn’t follow his directions. Probably just bad enough so he could still play but would be in definite pain. In the end, it most likely wasn’t worth it. He sighed and sat down, waiting for Hunter to finish.
Davey slipped into the room he was sharing with Jade in time to watch his lover pull his shirt over his head. The muscles of Jade’s back rippled under the skin and Davey bit back a moan. Jade really had no idea how beautiful he was.
Moving up behind the other man, Davey wound his arms around Jade’s waist and kissed his neck. “Hmmm… Wanna share a shower?”
Jade smiled, leaning back into Davey’s embrace. “Don’t I always?”
“Remember our first time?”
Jade sighed happily and nodded. “In Mandy’s shower… Can you believe it’s been over a year, Davey?”
“It feels like forever.”
“I want it to be forever.”
Davey smiled, the fingers of one hand tracing Jade’s Committed tattoo absently. “It will be.”
Jade twisted around and caught Davey’s lips in a tender kiss. “Shower now.” He murmured before kissing Davey again.
Davey could only nod helplessly and stumble backwards towards the bathroom.
Jessy and Mandy sat on their beds, both freshly showered and dressed in their pajamas.
“So, he really said he loves you?” Jessy asked.
“Yah.” Mandy sighed, a dopey smile crossing her face.
“Aw, that’s so sweet.” Jessy half-squealed.
Mandy laughed. “What about you… Sean Long?”
“He’s really nice… It was weird meeting him, though, y’know. I mean… Yah. You know what I mean, at least.”
“Yah, I know what you mean.”
“He gave me his phone number.” Jessy said, cheeks blushing brilliantly as she played absently with the pant leg of her pajamas.
“Good for you.”
Jessy was silent before she collapsed back onto the bed, rolling on her side to face Mandy. “Did you see this happening when we talked to Jade in that café?”
“Fuck no… I almost wanted to kill you for bugging him. I thought he was going to get annoyed with us or something.”
“And now they’re our closest friends and your dating Adam.”
“It seems… surreal.”
“Like a fairy tale.”
“Yah.”
“And just think… This all started because of my Javey obsession. See, obsessions are good sometimes.”
Mandy laughed, also lying down. “Sometimes.”
“How cool was it that we got to dance with Mikey and Gerard?”
Mandy giggled. “Yah. Until Adam got jealous.”
“He dragged you away during Cobra!” Jessy pouted. “That was just cruel.”
Mandy snorted. “I didn’t mind.”
“Just remember you’re supposed to love me more.”
“Uh-huh.”
“You are.”
“Whatever, Jess.”
“Manda!”
“Go to sleep.”
“Fine… G’night.”
“Good night.”
THE END!
A/N: Tears for Fears (the CD in the van) was who Davey put on the last blog he’d posted when I wrote that scene, so he does actually listen to them. I know almost nothing about Nils, just to clarify that. Hopefully I wasn’t too far off; though I’m quite sure he doesn’t have a huge house like the one in this. Eh, oh well, right? Mikey and Gerard Way’s appearances was inspired by when they were on, I think it was Jay Leno (but I might be wrong) and not only was there an adorable waycesty hug, but I noticed that when Mikey shakes people’s hands, he does like a Japanese bow thingy. Sean Long is a real person and the band mentioned does exist. Sean is also a model and a die-hard AFI fan. His appearance was inspired by a modeling shoot he did, which can be found here. He’s also got some hotter pics up, too, if you’re interested. Also, a good part of this was written on Easter of 2007, most of which I spent looking at Sean Long pictures, watching AFI videos on superspeed on youtube (which are very amusing), and playing with my pink and blue stuffed bunnies Mandy bought me. I named my pink one Jade and my blue one Davey because a) they’re bunnies b) one is pink and c) they look kinda like the bunnies from Girls Not Grey.
This was written over the course of one very long, very eventful year. Part five was posted exactly a year after I wrote part one. This story was a lifeline I could grasp ahold of and escape to during some very dark times. It's been a pleasure.