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Title: Hey Hollywood, I Think You Turn Vegas On
Author: promisethstars
Pairing: Danny Kurily/Vinny Vegas
Rating: R, to be safe
Warnings: none
Summary: It all starts when Danny luckily (or unluckily) ends up helping Vinny at the merch table.
Disclaimer: This is pretty much just sex and white lies.
Notes: Thanks to random_yayness for looking over this ♥ And also to everyone who encouraged this otherwise :)
Vinny doesn’t sell the booty shorts to a lot of guys, but he’s always amused when he does. He usually makes a show of it, holding up a pair to himself and joking about the size. Though he does, in all seriousness, tell them what size he wears (what, of course Vinny owns a pair, how could he not?) and offer advice on which one they should go with.
It’s even funnier when he’s got one of the other crew guys helping him, because he makes them handle it. Vinny’s had Evan blushing about it, and Ian rolling his eyes over the situation and refusing to help in favor of helping everyone else but the dude wanting the shorts.
Tonight, it’s Danny’s turn.
“Come on Hollywood, you’re closer to this guy’s build than I am!” Vinny says, laughing and holding out a pair of shorts to Danny. “Take one for the team, dude.”
“I am not putting those on.”
Vinny just shakes his head and hands the guy a pair of shorts anyway. “He won’t model them for you, but this is the size he wears. Trust me, he’s got a pair.”
Danny rolls his eyes and huffs out a laugh. It’s true, and he knows that he and the guy that’s now walking away from the merch table are the same size, so he’ll be fine. And ordinarily, he would have thrown them on, just for a laugh.
But. It’s Vinny. Danny does not want to be that exposed in front of him, because it’s only going to cause issues - starting with the very high possibility of Danny having a hard on and not being able to hide it.
When the merch table calms down after the initial rush of people inside, Vinny walks over and slings an arm around Danny’s shoulders.
“What’s up with you?”
“Nothing. Just… not in the mood tonight.”
Vinny raises an eyebrow at him. “Dude, seriously, do you need a drink or something?”
“It’s fine.” It’s so obviously not fine, but Danny must be glaring so hard that Vinny drops it anyway.
They watch The Summer Set play, then handle the rush of kids after that, and then the one that follows Hey Monday’s set. Yellowcard’s crew is just leaving the stage so that the band can come out when Vinny finally tries to talk to Danny again.
“Look, I’m sorry-“
“I have to go, can we not talk about this now?” Danny says, and he’s trying so hard to not be as close to Vinny as he is, but there’s nothing he can do about it when they’re behind the tiny merch table together. “Can you… just move. Please.”
It takes some effort, but Vinny keeps himself between Danny and Danny’s only route out from behind the table.
“I’m sure that whatever’s bothering you can be fixed by this,” Vinny says in Danny’s ear, so quietly that Danny almost doesn’t catch it over all the noise that’s erupted from the stage.
Danny takes in a sharp breath, because you never know what Vinny’s going to do next, and he’s shocked into letting out a small sound of surprise when suddenly Vinny’s groping him through his jeans. It’s just enough for Danny to feel, but not nearly enough pressure or friction like what Danny wants right now.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“If you didn’t want it, you would have pulled my hand out of your back pocket long before this.” He watches Danny’s eyes go wide as he realizes, and Vinny’s sort of proud of himself for being so sneaky about that.
He finally pushes Vinny away and starts making his way towards the backstage area. Danny’s definitely shaken up, and fuck Vinny, really, for getting him all riled up.
~*~
During the entire set, Danny’s distracted. He narrowly avoids missing not one, but two guitar changes with Jack, who just cocks his head at Danny with this vaguely concerned look on his face. Then, he almost forgets to go out on stage with Ian to grab Alex’s acoustic after “Therapy”, and Ian catches up to him after that.
“What the fuck’s wrong with you?” he demands, yelling in Danny’s ear over the opening guitar riff to the next song. “You’re never this distracted, Kurily.”
“It’s nothing, I’m fine.” Danny is lying through his teeth right now, but when he offers up a smile and an apology, Ian just shakes his head and mutters something Danny can’t quite catch under his breath.
“What?”
“Nothing, dude. I’m just thinking we shouldn’t let you hang out with Vinny at merch before you have to tech or something. You’re being fucking weird.”
Danny knows that Ian’s right. This whole thing is Vinny’s fault. Besides, during the set, Vinny’s been making lewd gestures and just staring at him.
~*~
For once, Vinny’s got a pretty decent and clear view of Danny’s side of the stage from the merch table. He usually doesn’t - there’s always something with the venue that makes them unable to see each other. But tonight, he’s got a damn near perfect view, and he knows Danny can see him from up there, so he’s not wasting it.
He catches Danny’s eye every chance he gets, and when he sees Ian talking to him and Danny shaking his head and probably muttering something about everything being fine, Vinny knows he’s got him. And he’s got the perfect idea to push this just a little bit farther than strictly necessary.
During “Dear Maria”, when Danny’s supposed to be waiting for the middle of the song so he can catch Jack’s guitar, Danny isn’t looking at Jack. He’s got his gaze locked on Vinny instead.
Vinny points at himself, then at Danny, and starts making inappropriate thrusting motions into the air. He watches Danny continue to stare, even into the pause when Jack’s supposed to throw his guitar to Danny. Vinny quits and watches Jack yell at Danny, who promptly turns and catches the guitar.
From the back of the venue, Vinny watches Danny finish the song, but can tell, even from here, that he’s missing notes and chords more than even Jack does. The crowd doesn’t notice, and nobody else on the stage appears to, but Vinny does.
~*~
After the show, when Danny’s got the guitars put away, he sees Vinny heading back to the bus after getting all the merch back in the trailer. He gets Ian to move the last amp back in place and promises that he’ll pick up the tab next time they stop for food or something in exchange. Ian just nods and keeps shifting shit around, because “it all fit this morning, why the fuck doesn’t it fit now”.
Danny weaves through the kids, saying hi to a few of them as he passes, but not stopping on his way to the bus. He nearly runs into Jack and Alex on his way up the bus stairs and mutters a quick apology that has them both looking first at Danny and then at each other before they go out to join Zack and Rian signing stuff for the fans that are hanging out.
The only other person on the bus is Vinny, and the only person Danny wants to see right now.
“Hey, how are you already done with-“
Vinny completely forgets what he was going to say when Danny’s got him pushed again the wall in their makeshift kitchen and is pressing their lips together. He feels Danny push a leg between both of his and moves easily so that Danny can move against him a little bit.
When they finally pull apart, Danny moves back, like he thinks Vinny might freak out on him or something now. Instead, Vinny grabs his hand and pulls them back to the bunks.
They fall into the first one that’s empty enough for them to both fit in, and Vinny jerks the curtain shut behind them.
“Um, so,” Vinny starts, and he doesn’t know why he’s being so fucking awkward about this, but it’s probably because it’s Danny, and more likely because this is like everything Vinny’s wanted to happen for a while, but in actual real life instead of just being some figment of Vinny’s imagination. “There’s sort of not enough space for what I was thinking, but…”
“We’ll improvise?” Danny suggests, and Vinny just laughs at him.
“I was gonna say that what I was planning could wait until a hotel night, but something like that, yeah.”
They stop talking after that, and Danny rolls over on his back in the bunk so that Vinny can settle comfortably between his legs. They keep kissing, and Vinny quickly figures out that Danny’s a biter, and also that he likes being bitten, so he goes with it and lets Danny pull at his lip and bite down his neck.
Sooner rather than later, they’re both pulling off shirts and pants, leaving them in just their boxers. There’s still not enough room to do what they really want to do, but they’ll settle for moving against each other for the moment.
Danny keeps pushing his hips up into Vinny’s, and Vinny grinds down against him until they’re both breathing harder and it’s impossible to keep kissing without actually losing the ability to breathe and passing out.
It’s Danny that comes first, and somehow still manages to continue moving against Vinny so that a few minutes later, he’s coming too.
“Dude, this sucks,” Vinny says, gesturing down towards the mess between them, and then he laughs. “It really sucks that this is your bunk, not mine.”
“But this isn’t mine.”
They both freeze and stare at each other. It never occurred to either of them that the bunk they fell into wouldn’t belong to either of them. Moreover, they can hear movement and noise in the lounges and in the bunk area, meaning that they just can’t nonchalantly move and nobody will see them.
However, while they’re busy wracking their brains for a solution, the problem solves itself.
“Oh my fucking-what are you two even doing in my bunk?” Jack yells in surprise. “Seriously if you wanted to jerk each other off, you could have done it in one of your bunks, not mine. No, really,” he continues, when Danny and Vinny move to get up. “Stay here, I insist.”
“Jack we’ll get out-“
“Sorry dude, we didn’t realize-“
“Alex, I’m sharing your bunk tonight!” Jack calls, and when Alex yells back, wanting to know why, Jack just grins at the pair of them. “Because Danny and Vinny are fucking in mine!”
The noise from the lounge is a general sound of people owing other people money, and of people saying “well it’s about damn time”. Danny just runs a hand through his hair, and Vinny lays his head down on Danny’s chest, laughing silently.
“Congrats, dick fuckers. I was getting sick of Danny almost dropping my guitars.”
Jack runs out of the bunk area before either Danny or Vinny can punch him in the balls for that comment.
But somehow, Danny doesn’t think he’ll be dropping them anymore, anyway.
Author: promisethstars
Pairing: Danny Kurily/Vinny Vegas
Rating: R, to be safe
Warnings: none
Summary: It all starts when Danny luckily (or unluckily) ends up helping Vinny at the merch table.
Disclaimer: This is pretty much just sex and white lies.
Notes: Thanks to random_yayness for looking over this ♥ And also to everyone who encouraged this otherwise :)
Vinny doesn’t sell the booty shorts to a lot of guys, but he’s always amused when he does. He usually makes a show of it, holding up a pair to himself and joking about the size. Though he does, in all seriousness, tell them what size he wears (what, of course Vinny owns a pair, how could he not?) and offer advice on which one they should go with.
It’s even funnier when he’s got one of the other crew guys helping him, because he makes them handle it. Vinny’s had Evan blushing about it, and Ian rolling his eyes over the situation and refusing to help in favor of helping everyone else but the dude wanting the shorts.
Tonight, it’s Danny’s turn.
“Come on Hollywood, you’re closer to this guy’s build than I am!” Vinny says, laughing and holding out a pair of shorts to Danny. “Take one for the team, dude.”
“I am not putting those on.”
Vinny just shakes his head and hands the guy a pair of shorts anyway. “He won’t model them for you, but this is the size he wears. Trust me, he’s got a pair.”
Danny rolls his eyes and huffs out a laugh. It’s true, and he knows that he and the guy that’s now walking away from the merch table are the same size, so he’ll be fine. And ordinarily, he would have thrown them on, just for a laugh.
But. It’s Vinny. Danny does not want to be that exposed in front of him, because it’s only going to cause issues - starting with the very high possibility of Danny having a hard on and not being able to hide it.
When the merch table calms down after the initial rush of people inside, Vinny walks over and slings an arm around Danny’s shoulders.
“What’s up with you?”
“Nothing. Just… not in the mood tonight.”
Vinny raises an eyebrow at him. “Dude, seriously, do you need a drink or something?”
“It’s fine.” It’s so obviously not fine, but Danny must be glaring so hard that Vinny drops it anyway.
They watch The Summer Set play, then handle the rush of kids after that, and then the one that follows Hey Monday’s set. Yellowcard’s crew is just leaving the stage so that the band can come out when Vinny finally tries to talk to Danny again.
“Look, I’m sorry-“
“I have to go, can we not talk about this now?” Danny says, and he’s trying so hard to not be as close to Vinny as he is, but there’s nothing he can do about it when they’re behind the tiny merch table together. “Can you… just move. Please.”
It takes some effort, but Vinny keeps himself between Danny and Danny’s only route out from behind the table.
“I’m sure that whatever’s bothering you can be fixed by this,” Vinny says in Danny’s ear, so quietly that Danny almost doesn’t catch it over all the noise that’s erupted from the stage.
Danny takes in a sharp breath, because you never know what Vinny’s going to do next, and he’s shocked into letting out a small sound of surprise when suddenly Vinny’s groping him through his jeans. It’s just enough for Danny to feel, but not nearly enough pressure or friction like what Danny wants right now.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“If you didn’t want it, you would have pulled my hand out of your back pocket long before this.” He watches Danny’s eyes go wide as he realizes, and Vinny’s sort of proud of himself for being so sneaky about that.
He finally pushes Vinny away and starts making his way towards the backstage area. Danny’s definitely shaken up, and fuck Vinny, really, for getting him all riled up.
~*~
During the entire set, Danny’s distracted. He narrowly avoids missing not one, but two guitar changes with Jack, who just cocks his head at Danny with this vaguely concerned look on his face. Then, he almost forgets to go out on stage with Ian to grab Alex’s acoustic after “Therapy”, and Ian catches up to him after that.
“What the fuck’s wrong with you?” he demands, yelling in Danny’s ear over the opening guitar riff to the next song. “You’re never this distracted, Kurily.”
“It’s nothing, I’m fine.” Danny is lying through his teeth right now, but when he offers up a smile and an apology, Ian just shakes his head and mutters something Danny can’t quite catch under his breath.
“What?”
“Nothing, dude. I’m just thinking we shouldn’t let you hang out with Vinny at merch before you have to tech or something. You’re being fucking weird.”
Danny knows that Ian’s right. This whole thing is Vinny’s fault. Besides, during the set, Vinny’s been making lewd gestures and just staring at him.
~*~
For once, Vinny’s got a pretty decent and clear view of Danny’s side of the stage from the merch table. He usually doesn’t - there’s always something with the venue that makes them unable to see each other. But tonight, he’s got a damn near perfect view, and he knows Danny can see him from up there, so he’s not wasting it.
He catches Danny’s eye every chance he gets, and when he sees Ian talking to him and Danny shaking his head and probably muttering something about everything being fine, Vinny knows he’s got him. And he’s got the perfect idea to push this just a little bit farther than strictly necessary.
During “Dear Maria”, when Danny’s supposed to be waiting for the middle of the song so he can catch Jack’s guitar, Danny isn’t looking at Jack. He’s got his gaze locked on Vinny instead.
Vinny points at himself, then at Danny, and starts making inappropriate thrusting motions into the air. He watches Danny continue to stare, even into the pause when Jack’s supposed to throw his guitar to Danny. Vinny quits and watches Jack yell at Danny, who promptly turns and catches the guitar.
From the back of the venue, Vinny watches Danny finish the song, but can tell, even from here, that he’s missing notes and chords more than even Jack does. The crowd doesn’t notice, and nobody else on the stage appears to, but Vinny does.
~*~
After the show, when Danny’s got the guitars put away, he sees Vinny heading back to the bus after getting all the merch back in the trailer. He gets Ian to move the last amp back in place and promises that he’ll pick up the tab next time they stop for food or something in exchange. Ian just nods and keeps shifting shit around, because “it all fit this morning, why the fuck doesn’t it fit now”.
Danny weaves through the kids, saying hi to a few of them as he passes, but not stopping on his way to the bus. He nearly runs into Jack and Alex on his way up the bus stairs and mutters a quick apology that has them both looking first at Danny and then at each other before they go out to join Zack and Rian signing stuff for the fans that are hanging out.
The only other person on the bus is Vinny, and the only person Danny wants to see right now.
“Hey, how are you already done with-“
Vinny completely forgets what he was going to say when Danny’s got him pushed again the wall in their makeshift kitchen and is pressing their lips together. He feels Danny push a leg between both of his and moves easily so that Danny can move against him a little bit.
When they finally pull apart, Danny moves back, like he thinks Vinny might freak out on him or something now. Instead, Vinny grabs his hand and pulls them back to the bunks.
They fall into the first one that’s empty enough for them to both fit in, and Vinny jerks the curtain shut behind them.
“Um, so,” Vinny starts, and he doesn’t know why he’s being so fucking awkward about this, but it’s probably because it’s Danny, and more likely because this is like everything Vinny’s wanted to happen for a while, but in actual real life instead of just being some figment of Vinny’s imagination. “There’s sort of not enough space for what I was thinking, but…”
“We’ll improvise?” Danny suggests, and Vinny just laughs at him.
“I was gonna say that what I was planning could wait until a hotel night, but something like that, yeah.”
They stop talking after that, and Danny rolls over on his back in the bunk so that Vinny can settle comfortably between his legs. They keep kissing, and Vinny quickly figures out that Danny’s a biter, and also that he likes being bitten, so he goes with it and lets Danny pull at his lip and bite down his neck.
Sooner rather than later, they’re both pulling off shirts and pants, leaving them in just their boxers. There’s still not enough room to do what they really want to do, but they’ll settle for moving against each other for the moment.
Danny keeps pushing his hips up into Vinny’s, and Vinny grinds down against him until they’re both breathing harder and it’s impossible to keep kissing without actually losing the ability to breathe and passing out.
It’s Danny that comes first, and somehow still manages to continue moving against Vinny so that a few minutes later, he’s coming too.
“Dude, this sucks,” Vinny says, gesturing down towards the mess between them, and then he laughs. “It really sucks that this is your bunk, not mine.”
“But this isn’t mine.”
They both freeze and stare at each other. It never occurred to either of them that the bunk they fell into wouldn’t belong to either of them. Moreover, they can hear movement and noise in the lounges and in the bunk area, meaning that they just can’t nonchalantly move and nobody will see them.
However, while they’re busy wracking their brains for a solution, the problem solves itself.
“Oh my fucking-what are you two even doing in my bunk?” Jack yells in surprise. “Seriously if you wanted to jerk each other off, you could have done it in one of your bunks, not mine. No, really,” he continues, when Danny and Vinny move to get up. “Stay here, I insist.”
“Jack we’ll get out-“
“Sorry dude, we didn’t realize-“
“Alex, I’m sharing your bunk tonight!” Jack calls, and when Alex yells back, wanting to know why, Jack just grins at the pair of them. “Because Danny and Vinny are fucking in mine!”
The noise from the lounge is a general sound of people owing other people money, and of people saying “well it’s about damn time”. Danny just runs a hand through his hair, and Vinny lays his head down on Danny’s chest, laughing silently.
“Congrats, dick fuckers. I was getting sick of Danny almost dropping my guitars.”
Jack runs out of the bunk area before either Danny or Vinny can punch him in the balls for that comment.
But somehow, Danny doesn’t think he’ll be dropping them anymore, anyway.