Fic, Dan/Jepha "Silence"
Silence
Dan/Jepha
NC-17
Warnings- dom/sub dynamic, established kinky relationship, written at 4 am
For apiphile
Of all the things Dan tells Jepha to do in bed, being quiet is the hardest. Jepha likes to let Dan know exactly how much he appreciates what’s going on, with words or just noises. But Jepha likes Dan being proud of him even more than he likes being noisy during sex, so he tries.
Dan gets Jepha worked up and horny that day by ordering him into the shower right after the band is done recording. Quinn and Bert make lewd noises and mime assfucking over the control panel, but Jepha ignores them. It’s not the first time they’ve done it and hopefully it won’t be the last, because that would mean either he wasn’t getting laid any more or they’d been taken over by aliens, and he wasn’t sure which one would be worse. Dan sends Jepha on his way with a sharp slap to his ass, staying in the studio for a few more minutes to finish going over one of the tracks with Bert.
By the time Dan gets up to the bathroom, Jepha’s in the shower and washing his hair already. Contrary to Jepha’s expectations, Dan doesn’t get naked and join him, he just sits on the counter and drums a rhythm out the edge of the tile. When Jepha starts humming tunelessly to the beat of Dan’s hands on the counter, Dan sharply commands him to hush. “I told you to get clean, not to make noise,” he says, opening a drawer and rifling through it loudly. A burble of satisfaction escapes him when he finds what he’s looking for. “Get out when you’re done washing your ass. Bring the shaving cream with you,” he adds, starting up his drumming again.
Instead of being comfortable, now the noise makes Jepha edgy. Now he knows Dan’s planning something. He takes his time washing himself like he’s been ordered to, partly to be thorough and mostly to prod at his own edginess like a new bruise. He gets out of the shower and Dan wraps him in a towel that’s probably not as clean as it could be, drying him off with a surprisingly gentle touch. He dries Jepha’s hair with the towel and then combs it for him, still sitting on the counter and keeping Jepha pinned in place with his knees. He’s careful not to catch any of Jepha’s earrings with the teeth of the comb while he does it, finally putting the comb down and kissing him lightly on the forehead.
“Sit here,” he orders, sliding down and patting the counter. Jepha obeys, shivering when the tile is cooler than he expects- Dan hadn’t been sitting there long enough to warm the spot much. Dan takes the can of shaving lotion from Jepha’s hand and pushes his thighs open. “Don’t move. I’m gonna shave you.” Dan’s done it for him before, so Jepha trusts him with the razor, but that doesn’t stop him from making a hitched little whine when the metal first touches his balls. “I thought I told you to be quiet,” Dan says, pausing for Jepha to nod his agreement, then oh-so-slowly removes the hair from Jepha’s testicles. His fingers are calloused where they manipulate Jepha’s flesh, but the gentle rasp of toughened skin isn’t unpleasant.
Jepha keeps his mouth shut, keeps himself from giving Dan a reason to stop again. He holds himself motionless, focusing on the steady warmth of Dan between his legs and the sure strokes of the razor on his skin. When Dan finishes, Jepha is half hard, his fingers twitching on the counter with the desire to reach out and pull Dan up to kiss him, but Dan had told him not to move. He stays still, stays silent, with his legs spread and Dan’s hands on his thighs. His skin is tingling where the razor had taken off the hair, feeling cool even in the warm humidity of the bathroom. Dan examines his work, making a self-satisfied noise that ends up sending a burst of air over Jepha’s balls. He has to bite back a noise of his own at that, but staying quiet doesn’t prevent him from shivering at the sensation.
Dan does it again, more purposefully blowing a cool stream over Jepha’s cock. Jepha’s hands tighten on the edge of the tile, eyes fixated on Dan’s down-turned mouth.
Dan doesn’t do it again. He squeezes Jepha’s thighs just hard enough to leave faint pink marks on his skin, not enough to hurt or leave a lasting sign of his presence, just hard enough to make Jepha’s eyes shut for a moment. “Go get dressed. Quinn got pizza delivered.” He stands and ruffles Jepha’s hair out of the neat part he’d combed it into. “Wear the underwear I got you,” he orders as he lopes out of the bathroom in search of pizza and beer.
The underwear Dan ‘got’ him was really nothing more than a pair of white briefs with “Dan rocks” scrawled on the ass in Sharpie. The writing has faded somewhat from being washed, but it’s still clear. Jepha tugs them on and checks out his own ass in the mirror, then shimmies into jeans and a dirty t-shirt. He knows Dan is downstairs, he can hear him bickering with Bert over a slice of pizza, but he stays perfectly quiet anyway. Dan wouldn’t know if he hummed to himself, but Jepha would know, and would feel guilty for disobeying such a simple order.
At food-time, which is far too disorganized and informal to really be called ‘dinner’, Jepha sprawls in his chair and hooks one leg over Dan’s lap before wordlessly snagging his own share of food. Dan pushes a bottle over to him and lets his hand hang loosely over Jepha’s thigh, just casually touching him. Normally Jepha would hardly notice but his skin is still sensitized and he’s conscious of Dan’s fingers hovering just over the worn fly of his jeans. Bert and Quinn notice his silence and try to bait him, hurling insults about the nature of his mother’s cunt (spacious and well-used), Jepha’s own sexual proclivities (donkeys are brought up), and much more, but Jepha sits there serene as a Hindu cow and eats his pizza. It’s easy to do with the heat of Dan’s palm on his leg, not restraining but reminding.
Plus he always knows he can get them back tomorrow. He knows where they sleep. He also knows where Quinn keeps the coffee and has a stash of decaf for retaliation purposes.
Dan eventually taps out a sharp beat on Jepha’s thigh and clears their debris from the table. “Game time!” Bert cheers, throwing a handful of wadded up paper towels at Quinn. Jepha is not particularly enthused by the idea of sitting and playing Mario Kart or Halo or whatever they come to an agreement on, not when Dan’s been slowly winding him up, but Dan has already left on a hunt for a controller, and Jepha follows mutely. He sits on the floor in front of the couch, between Dan’s feet, and lets the dogs pile on top of him while the others play.
It’s getting easier for him to stay quiet while Bert and Quinn hit each other and the dogs nip at their flying hands, with Dan’s hands resting on his shoulders. Jepha’s settled into his own silence. He’s doing what Dan told him to do, and he’s doing well. He knows Dan is happy with him from the way Dan tugs on his ear, and he smiles to himself and leans back against Dan’s leg. Dan slides his hand over Jepha’s face, covering his mouth and nose for just a moment, just long enough to make Jepha’s breathing hitch.
Then he’s moved his hand down to Jepha’s shoulder again and Jepha’s shaken out of his calm.
Jepha can’t get himself back into the same easy headspace he’d been in earlier after that, and he’s a little jittery under Dan’s hands. He’s not even really turned on, just antsy with anticipation. There’s promise in the slight squeezes Dan keeps giving him, and he’s getting worked up again. His toes tap against the carpet in an unsteady beat after Bert and Quinn finally settle their dispute and resume game play, and Dan’s hands are gone from his shoulders while he repeatedly kicks their asses.
It’s later than Jepha thought it would be by the time Dan has thoroughly beaten Bert and Quinn into submission in the animated realm of Halo. Dan stands and hauls Jepha to his feet by his wrists, dislodging Zelda and making Jepha want to give a stupid girly sigh. He’s unsteady for a moment when his feet make contact with the ground again, but Dan holds him until he’s settled. “Bed times for sleepy Jephas,” he says, giving a lopsided grin.
“Buttsex times for sleepy Jephas,” Bert corrects, giggling as the dogs reassemble around him. Jepha flips him off absently before following Dan upstairs, one finger hooked in the belt loop of Dan’s pants.
In the bedroom, Jepha leans against Dan’s back for a moment, smiling against the cotton and wrapping his arms loosely around his waist. He wants Dan to tell him he’s been good, he made Dan proud. He’s been silent as the grave, he didn’t even complain when Quinn stole his beer at the table. Dan instead tells Jepha to get naked, patting his hands lightly and flopping down on the bed to watch Jepha undress.
Jepha isn’t exactly shy about his body, and it’s certainly not the first time that Dan has seen him naked, but for some reason he gets awkward when Dan watches him with that sort of intensity. He doesn’t try to make it sexy, he’s not a stripper, and Dan didn’t tell him to do it that way. He told him to get naked, so Jepha undresses the way he would if he was alone- shirt off over his head in one quick movement and shaken to the ground, pants dropped unceremoniously and kicked aside. Dan tells him to stop and turn around then, to display the underwear, and Jepha obeys. He’s rewarded with a cheerful noise, which makes Jepha smile and a warm glow of satisfaction.
Dan gives him an order to come to the bed, to get on his hands and knees and shut his eyes. Jepha does, folding himself into a comfortable position. Dan’s weight shifts and leaves the bed, leaving Jepha alone in the center with no anchor. He can hear Dan moving around the room, but he’s not sure what he’s doing. Jepha is startled to feel the sharp point of something against his ass a moment before the acrid scent of fresh Sharpie hits his nose.
“Gotta make sure people can read this,” Dan says, casually tracing over the writing on the underwear Jepha’s still wearing with the pen. Jepha knows it’s going to leak through and stain his skin. He holds perfectly still to let Dan write, he doesn’t want to move and fuck up the message. “There,” Dan finishes, snapping the cap back on the pen with a definitive click. Jepha rocks under the firm slap to his raised backside that follows, his forehead pushing against the sheets. “Dan rocks. Dan has Jepha. Dan have lube this time,” he adds. He snaps the elastic of the waistband on Jepha’s skin and walks away from the bed again.
Jepha is more attuned to the sounds now, and he thinks he recognizes the muffled sound of a t shirt getting tossed into a corner. He’s pretty sure that he’s hearing the sound of a zipper being pulled down, and the more definite pair of thumps as shoes are discarded. He’s getting hard, with the sounds of Dan undressing behind him and the sting of his ass from the blow. His nose is buried in the scent of Dan’s sweat, embedded in the sheets, and he takes a deep breath of the smell.
Dan returns to the bed and his weight settles right next to Jepha. One hand settles between his shoulder blades and pets him, almost like a dog, warm and dry against Jepha’s tattooed skin. He shifts just a little into the touch and is chastised with a sharp flick at the nape of his neck. It only stings a little, but Jepha gets the message. He settles back down, holding himself still and quiet while Dan’s hand just touches him.
Jepha has almost been lulled into a sleepy, half-aroused state when Dan moves his hand from Jepha’s shoulders to his ass, and Jepha is awake and suddenly very aware of the way Dan’s fingers are pushing under the waist of the newly-refreshed underwear. Dan pushes the underwear down, exposing Jepha’s butt and shaved balls but leaving his cock mostly caught in the fabric. He feels bare and open with his ass up and Dan’s fingers slowly inching down towards his balls, but Dan isn’t doing much but exploring and teasing.
It feels like Dan spends forever touching lightly and teasing him and not doing much of anything that’s really sexy, but Jepha still gets turned on. The almost clinical touches Dan’s applying to his penis are driving him crazy, and it’s becoming a struggle for Jepha to stay quiet and still. When Dan’s other hand joins in, this one slick with lube, he jerks reflexively into the sensation. Dan slaps his ass in return, and makes a faintly disappointed noise. Jepha bites his arm to keep himself from moaning at that, while Dan goes back to his exploration of Jepha’s backside.
Finally, finally, Dan’s fingers push into him, just the right sort of rough that makes Jepha’s nerves sing and fray. There are slick fingers in his ass and dry ones around his cock, trying to tease out a shiver or a gasp from Jepha. But Jepha is resolute. He is not going to disappoint Dan. He holds down all the sounds he wants to make to urge Dan on, all the noises to beg for more and to tell Dan how much he’s enjoying himself. His muscles are trembling from the effort to hold himself still, but he doesn’t think that counts as moving. Dan’s fingers slide deeper, not slowly, stoking the fire of Jepha’s arousal.
Dan has been mostly silent the whole time, but now he’s making comforting noises beside Jepha, encouraging noises to let him know he’s doing well. Prodding fingers push down Jepha’s asshole, not stretching him open as much as anchoring him in place. The hand around his cock strokes him, squeezes his hard flesh. Jepha’s eyes are clenched shut now, his senses enveloped by Dan’s smell and skin.
“You can move,” Dan says after a while, an eternity, when Jepha feels like he’s going to fall apart from the struggle to hold still. Dan punctuates the permission by running calloused fingers over the leaking head of Jepha’s erection. Jepha can hear Dan’s smirk as his hips spasm.
Jepha takes advantage of his new freedom to spread his legs further and arches his back. He’s getting old, he thinks absently as he feels and hears a crack in his spine. He’s soon distracted by Dan’s weight shifting beside him. Dan pulls his fingers out, takes his hand away from Jepha’s cock. Jepha holds back the vocal whine of displeasure at that but can’t stop the slouching of his shoulders in a physical expression of it. Dan laughs at him and pats his ass comfortingly, then leaves the bed.
Jepha is left alone in the center of the bed again with his trembling muscles and deliciously aching asshole and dripping cock. Dan’s weigh is suddenly behind him, leaning over him and holding him down. Jepha learns that Dan never took off his pants, just undid them, and he can feel the rough denim brushing across his balls. Dan is hard, too, and his cock is slick with lube and latex where Jepha can feel it pushing against his ass.
“You’ve been good so far,” Dan says in his ear. He is a heavy warmth enveloping Jepha, one hand at Jepha’s hip and another on his shoulder. “Now’s the hard part, Jepharee Howard. Don’t make a sound, and don’t come ‘til I let you.”
And then Dan is pushing inside him, rough and heavy and slow. He holds Jepha in place at the hip with both hands at first, going slow and deliberate but not gentle. He moves, though, and plasters himself to Jepha’s back, pressing him down into the mattress. Jepha’s biting hard at his lip now, fingers digging into his palms. He can barely keep from wailing like a fucking girl as Dan takes advantage of his closeness and bites down on Jepha’s shoulder. The pain is the sharpest Dan has inflicted all night and it’s perfect, a counterpoint to the ache of his muscles that leaves his body trembling.
Dan’s more turned on than Jepha has realized, and it isn’t too long before his controlled, steady motions slip into something a little wilder. Jepha’s been on edge for a while and welcomes Dan’s impending completion. His own breathing is harsh and ragged, still quiet enough to not break his silence, but close. His whole body is moving with the force of Dan’s motions and he braces himself against the wall with one hand until behind him, Dan grunts his orgasm. Dan bites him again, on the other shoulder, leaving twin marks on either side of Jepha’s neck.
Now Jepha feels like his skin is pulled too tight around his body, like he’s going to burst if Dan doesn’t let him come soon. The lingering throbs of pain match the dull ache of his ass and thighs when Dan pulls out of him. Dan is still on top of him, holding him in place, but his hands are moving again.
“Good, Jepha,” he grunts, tugging on Jepha’s ear to torment him. The other hand slides over his mouth, lifting his head from the sheets and pulling him back. Jepha’s back is a sharp curve under Dan now, his neck arched back at a painful angle. “Now, come.” The order has barely left Dan’s lips before Jepha lets go, obeys Dan and comes on command. He bites the palm of Dan’s hand, choking back his cry of completion.
Dan holds Jepha close as he comes down from his orgasm, petting his hair and rolling him off his hands and knees. “Cuddle time,” Dan says, smiling at Jepha when he opens his eyes for the first time since getting in bed. “You did good, you deserve hugs before I go off to a new conquest,” he added, grinning as Jepha smacked him tiredly in the chest.
“Take off your pants, jackass,” Jepha complains, almost hesitant to speak again. “Then cuddle time.” He’s tired, the best kind of tired where he’s really earned his exhaustion and the aches and twitches in his muscles. “Then bed times for sleepy Jephas.” Dan laughs and gets out of his pants, tossing them aside and disposing of the condom while he’s at it. He pulls Jepha tight against him and kisses his forehead.
“Bed times for sleepy Jephas is right,” Dan agrees, and holds him until he falls asleep.
Dan/Jepha
NC-17
Warnings- dom/sub dynamic, established kinky relationship, written at 4 am
For apiphile
Of all the things Dan tells Jepha to do in bed, being quiet is the hardest. Jepha likes to let Dan know exactly how much he appreciates what’s going on, with words or just noises. But Jepha likes Dan being proud of him even more than he likes being noisy during sex, so he tries.
Dan gets Jepha worked up and horny that day by ordering him into the shower right after the band is done recording. Quinn and Bert make lewd noises and mime assfucking over the control panel, but Jepha ignores them. It’s not the first time they’ve done it and hopefully it won’t be the last, because that would mean either he wasn’t getting laid any more or they’d been taken over by aliens, and he wasn’t sure which one would be worse. Dan sends Jepha on his way with a sharp slap to his ass, staying in the studio for a few more minutes to finish going over one of the tracks with Bert.
By the time Dan gets up to the bathroom, Jepha’s in the shower and washing his hair already. Contrary to Jepha’s expectations, Dan doesn’t get naked and join him, he just sits on the counter and drums a rhythm out the edge of the tile. When Jepha starts humming tunelessly to the beat of Dan’s hands on the counter, Dan sharply commands him to hush. “I told you to get clean, not to make noise,” he says, opening a drawer and rifling through it loudly. A burble of satisfaction escapes him when he finds what he’s looking for. “Get out when you’re done washing your ass. Bring the shaving cream with you,” he adds, starting up his drumming again.
Instead of being comfortable, now the noise makes Jepha edgy. Now he knows Dan’s planning something. He takes his time washing himself like he’s been ordered to, partly to be thorough and mostly to prod at his own edginess like a new bruise. He gets out of the shower and Dan wraps him in a towel that’s probably not as clean as it could be, drying him off with a surprisingly gentle touch. He dries Jepha’s hair with the towel and then combs it for him, still sitting on the counter and keeping Jepha pinned in place with his knees. He’s careful not to catch any of Jepha’s earrings with the teeth of the comb while he does it, finally putting the comb down and kissing him lightly on the forehead.
“Sit here,” he orders, sliding down and patting the counter. Jepha obeys, shivering when the tile is cooler than he expects- Dan hadn’t been sitting there long enough to warm the spot much. Dan takes the can of shaving lotion from Jepha’s hand and pushes his thighs open. “Don’t move. I’m gonna shave you.” Dan’s done it for him before, so Jepha trusts him with the razor, but that doesn’t stop him from making a hitched little whine when the metal first touches his balls. “I thought I told you to be quiet,” Dan says, pausing for Jepha to nod his agreement, then oh-so-slowly removes the hair from Jepha’s testicles. His fingers are calloused where they manipulate Jepha’s flesh, but the gentle rasp of toughened skin isn’t unpleasant.
Jepha keeps his mouth shut, keeps himself from giving Dan a reason to stop again. He holds himself motionless, focusing on the steady warmth of Dan between his legs and the sure strokes of the razor on his skin. When Dan finishes, Jepha is half hard, his fingers twitching on the counter with the desire to reach out and pull Dan up to kiss him, but Dan had told him not to move. He stays still, stays silent, with his legs spread and Dan’s hands on his thighs. His skin is tingling where the razor had taken off the hair, feeling cool even in the warm humidity of the bathroom. Dan examines his work, making a self-satisfied noise that ends up sending a burst of air over Jepha’s balls. He has to bite back a noise of his own at that, but staying quiet doesn’t prevent him from shivering at the sensation.
Dan does it again, more purposefully blowing a cool stream over Jepha’s cock. Jepha’s hands tighten on the edge of the tile, eyes fixated on Dan’s down-turned mouth.
Dan doesn’t do it again. He squeezes Jepha’s thighs just hard enough to leave faint pink marks on his skin, not enough to hurt or leave a lasting sign of his presence, just hard enough to make Jepha’s eyes shut for a moment. “Go get dressed. Quinn got pizza delivered.” He stands and ruffles Jepha’s hair out of the neat part he’d combed it into. “Wear the underwear I got you,” he orders as he lopes out of the bathroom in search of pizza and beer.
The underwear Dan ‘got’ him was really nothing more than a pair of white briefs with “Dan rocks” scrawled on the ass in Sharpie. The writing has faded somewhat from being washed, but it’s still clear. Jepha tugs them on and checks out his own ass in the mirror, then shimmies into jeans and a dirty t-shirt. He knows Dan is downstairs, he can hear him bickering with Bert over a slice of pizza, but he stays perfectly quiet anyway. Dan wouldn’t know if he hummed to himself, but Jepha would know, and would feel guilty for disobeying such a simple order.
At food-time, which is far too disorganized and informal to really be called ‘dinner’, Jepha sprawls in his chair and hooks one leg over Dan’s lap before wordlessly snagging his own share of food. Dan pushes a bottle over to him and lets his hand hang loosely over Jepha’s thigh, just casually touching him. Normally Jepha would hardly notice but his skin is still sensitized and he’s conscious of Dan’s fingers hovering just over the worn fly of his jeans. Bert and Quinn notice his silence and try to bait him, hurling insults about the nature of his mother’s cunt (spacious and well-used), Jepha’s own sexual proclivities (donkeys are brought up), and much more, but Jepha sits there serene as a Hindu cow and eats his pizza. It’s easy to do with the heat of Dan’s palm on his leg, not restraining but reminding.
Plus he always knows he can get them back tomorrow. He knows where they sleep. He also knows where Quinn keeps the coffee and has a stash of decaf for retaliation purposes.
Dan eventually taps out a sharp beat on Jepha’s thigh and clears their debris from the table. “Game time!” Bert cheers, throwing a handful of wadded up paper towels at Quinn. Jepha is not particularly enthused by the idea of sitting and playing Mario Kart or Halo or whatever they come to an agreement on, not when Dan’s been slowly winding him up, but Dan has already left on a hunt for a controller, and Jepha follows mutely. He sits on the floor in front of the couch, between Dan’s feet, and lets the dogs pile on top of him while the others play.
It’s getting easier for him to stay quiet while Bert and Quinn hit each other and the dogs nip at their flying hands, with Dan’s hands resting on his shoulders. Jepha’s settled into his own silence. He’s doing what Dan told him to do, and he’s doing well. He knows Dan is happy with him from the way Dan tugs on his ear, and he smiles to himself and leans back against Dan’s leg. Dan slides his hand over Jepha’s face, covering his mouth and nose for just a moment, just long enough to make Jepha’s breathing hitch.
Then he’s moved his hand down to Jepha’s shoulder again and Jepha’s shaken out of his calm.
Jepha can’t get himself back into the same easy headspace he’d been in earlier after that, and he’s a little jittery under Dan’s hands. He’s not even really turned on, just antsy with anticipation. There’s promise in the slight squeezes Dan keeps giving him, and he’s getting worked up again. His toes tap against the carpet in an unsteady beat after Bert and Quinn finally settle their dispute and resume game play, and Dan’s hands are gone from his shoulders while he repeatedly kicks their asses.
It’s later than Jepha thought it would be by the time Dan has thoroughly beaten Bert and Quinn into submission in the animated realm of Halo. Dan stands and hauls Jepha to his feet by his wrists, dislodging Zelda and making Jepha want to give a stupid girly sigh. He’s unsteady for a moment when his feet make contact with the ground again, but Dan holds him until he’s settled. “Bed times for sleepy Jephas,” he says, giving a lopsided grin.
“Buttsex times for sleepy Jephas,” Bert corrects, giggling as the dogs reassemble around him. Jepha flips him off absently before following Dan upstairs, one finger hooked in the belt loop of Dan’s pants.
In the bedroom, Jepha leans against Dan’s back for a moment, smiling against the cotton and wrapping his arms loosely around his waist. He wants Dan to tell him he’s been good, he made Dan proud. He’s been silent as the grave, he didn’t even complain when Quinn stole his beer at the table. Dan instead tells Jepha to get naked, patting his hands lightly and flopping down on the bed to watch Jepha undress.
Jepha isn’t exactly shy about his body, and it’s certainly not the first time that Dan has seen him naked, but for some reason he gets awkward when Dan watches him with that sort of intensity. He doesn’t try to make it sexy, he’s not a stripper, and Dan didn’t tell him to do it that way. He told him to get naked, so Jepha undresses the way he would if he was alone- shirt off over his head in one quick movement and shaken to the ground, pants dropped unceremoniously and kicked aside. Dan tells him to stop and turn around then, to display the underwear, and Jepha obeys. He’s rewarded with a cheerful noise, which makes Jepha smile and a warm glow of satisfaction.
Dan gives him an order to come to the bed, to get on his hands and knees and shut his eyes. Jepha does, folding himself into a comfortable position. Dan’s weight shifts and leaves the bed, leaving Jepha alone in the center with no anchor. He can hear Dan moving around the room, but he’s not sure what he’s doing. Jepha is startled to feel the sharp point of something against his ass a moment before the acrid scent of fresh Sharpie hits his nose.
“Gotta make sure people can read this,” Dan says, casually tracing over the writing on the underwear Jepha’s still wearing with the pen. Jepha knows it’s going to leak through and stain his skin. He holds perfectly still to let Dan write, he doesn’t want to move and fuck up the message. “There,” Dan finishes, snapping the cap back on the pen with a definitive click. Jepha rocks under the firm slap to his raised backside that follows, his forehead pushing against the sheets. “Dan rocks. Dan has Jepha. Dan have lube this time,” he adds. He snaps the elastic of the waistband on Jepha’s skin and walks away from the bed again.
Jepha is more attuned to the sounds now, and he thinks he recognizes the muffled sound of a t shirt getting tossed into a corner. He’s pretty sure that he’s hearing the sound of a zipper being pulled down, and the more definite pair of thumps as shoes are discarded. He’s getting hard, with the sounds of Dan undressing behind him and the sting of his ass from the blow. His nose is buried in the scent of Dan’s sweat, embedded in the sheets, and he takes a deep breath of the smell.
Dan returns to the bed and his weight settles right next to Jepha. One hand settles between his shoulder blades and pets him, almost like a dog, warm and dry against Jepha’s tattooed skin. He shifts just a little into the touch and is chastised with a sharp flick at the nape of his neck. It only stings a little, but Jepha gets the message. He settles back down, holding himself still and quiet while Dan’s hand just touches him.
Jepha has almost been lulled into a sleepy, half-aroused state when Dan moves his hand from Jepha’s shoulders to his ass, and Jepha is awake and suddenly very aware of the way Dan’s fingers are pushing under the waist of the newly-refreshed underwear. Dan pushes the underwear down, exposing Jepha’s butt and shaved balls but leaving his cock mostly caught in the fabric. He feels bare and open with his ass up and Dan’s fingers slowly inching down towards his balls, but Dan isn’t doing much but exploring and teasing.
It feels like Dan spends forever touching lightly and teasing him and not doing much of anything that’s really sexy, but Jepha still gets turned on. The almost clinical touches Dan’s applying to his penis are driving him crazy, and it’s becoming a struggle for Jepha to stay quiet and still. When Dan’s other hand joins in, this one slick with lube, he jerks reflexively into the sensation. Dan slaps his ass in return, and makes a faintly disappointed noise. Jepha bites his arm to keep himself from moaning at that, while Dan goes back to his exploration of Jepha’s backside.
Finally, finally, Dan’s fingers push into him, just the right sort of rough that makes Jepha’s nerves sing and fray. There are slick fingers in his ass and dry ones around his cock, trying to tease out a shiver or a gasp from Jepha. But Jepha is resolute. He is not going to disappoint Dan. He holds down all the sounds he wants to make to urge Dan on, all the noises to beg for more and to tell Dan how much he’s enjoying himself. His muscles are trembling from the effort to hold himself still, but he doesn’t think that counts as moving. Dan’s fingers slide deeper, not slowly, stoking the fire of Jepha’s arousal.
Dan has been mostly silent the whole time, but now he’s making comforting noises beside Jepha, encouraging noises to let him know he’s doing well. Prodding fingers push down Jepha’s asshole, not stretching him open as much as anchoring him in place. The hand around his cock strokes him, squeezes his hard flesh. Jepha’s eyes are clenched shut now, his senses enveloped by Dan’s smell and skin.
“You can move,” Dan says after a while, an eternity, when Jepha feels like he’s going to fall apart from the struggle to hold still. Dan punctuates the permission by running calloused fingers over the leaking head of Jepha’s erection. Jepha can hear Dan’s smirk as his hips spasm.
Jepha takes advantage of his new freedom to spread his legs further and arches his back. He’s getting old, he thinks absently as he feels and hears a crack in his spine. He’s soon distracted by Dan’s weight shifting beside him. Dan pulls his fingers out, takes his hand away from Jepha’s cock. Jepha holds back the vocal whine of displeasure at that but can’t stop the slouching of his shoulders in a physical expression of it. Dan laughs at him and pats his ass comfortingly, then leaves the bed.
Jepha is left alone in the center of the bed again with his trembling muscles and deliciously aching asshole and dripping cock. Dan’s weigh is suddenly behind him, leaning over him and holding him down. Jepha learns that Dan never took off his pants, just undid them, and he can feel the rough denim brushing across his balls. Dan is hard, too, and his cock is slick with lube and latex where Jepha can feel it pushing against his ass.
“You’ve been good so far,” Dan says in his ear. He is a heavy warmth enveloping Jepha, one hand at Jepha’s hip and another on his shoulder. “Now’s the hard part, Jepharee Howard. Don’t make a sound, and don’t come ‘til I let you.”
And then Dan is pushing inside him, rough and heavy and slow. He holds Jepha in place at the hip with both hands at first, going slow and deliberate but not gentle. He moves, though, and plasters himself to Jepha’s back, pressing him down into the mattress. Jepha’s biting hard at his lip now, fingers digging into his palms. He can barely keep from wailing like a fucking girl as Dan takes advantage of his closeness and bites down on Jepha’s shoulder. The pain is the sharpest Dan has inflicted all night and it’s perfect, a counterpoint to the ache of his muscles that leaves his body trembling.
Dan’s more turned on than Jepha has realized, and it isn’t too long before his controlled, steady motions slip into something a little wilder. Jepha’s been on edge for a while and welcomes Dan’s impending completion. His own breathing is harsh and ragged, still quiet enough to not break his silence, but close. His whole body is moving with the force of Dan’s motions and he braces himself against the wall with one hand until behind him, Dan grunts his orgasm. Dan bites him again, on the other shoulder, leaving twin marks on either side of Jepha’s neck.
Now Jepha feels like his skin is pulled too tight around his body, like he’s going to burst if Dan doesn’t let him come soon. The lingering throbs of pain match the dull ache of his ass and thighs when Dan pulls out of him. Dan is still on top of him, holding him in place, but his hands are moving again.
“Good, Jepha,” he grunts, tugging on Jepha’s ear to torment him. The other hand slides over his mouth, lifting his head from the sheets and pulling him back. Jepha’s back is a sharp curve under Dan now, his neck arched back at a painful angle. “Now, come.” The order has barely left Dan’s lips before Jepha lets go, obeys Dan and comes on command. He bites the palm of Dan’s hand, choking back his cry of completion.
Dan holds Jepha close as he comes down from his orgasm, petting his hair and rolling him off his hands and knees. “Cuddle time,” Dan says, smiling at Jepha when he opens his eyes for the first time since getting in bed. “You did good, you deserve hugs before I go off to a new conquest,” he added, grinning as Jepha smacked him tiredly in the chest.
“Take off your pants, jackass,” Jepha complains, almost hesitant to speak again. “Then cuddle time.” He’s tired, the best kind of tired where he’s really earned his exhaustion and the aches and twitches in his muscles. “Then bed times for sleepy Jephas.” Dan laughs and gets out of his pants, tossing them aside and disposing of the condom while he’s at it. He pulls Jepha tight against him and kisses his forehead.
“Bed times for sleepy Jephas is right,” Dan agrees, and holds him until he falls asleep.