Hide and Seek, Bert-centric
Hide-n-seek, Bert/Quinn
I AM SORRY IT HAD TO BE FLUFFY BECAUSE BERT IS JUST SO CUTE AND DIRTY.
The bus is too small for a proper game of hide and seek, so the Used waits until they get to a venue to play. There’s no point in playing when the only places to hide are the bunks and the bathroom, and Bert wants a really good game. After the show, when the fans are gone and the roadies are done with their jobs, they can take over the place and play. Some of the tech guys get roped into joining them, but after a while it’s just Bert and Quinn and Jepha and Dan.
Bert was It. They’re counting to 100, because the place was big enough that anything more and rounds would never end, but they could still get far enough away for a decent search. He counted against a makeup table, not cheating, honest, but he could tell who’s running which way. Quinn tore off in one direction, his steps lighter and quicker than Dan’s pounding ones in the other direction. He didn’t hear Jepha leave the room, but he didn’t hear any other noises in the room to suggest that he was hiding there.
“ONE HUNDRED, BITCHES,” Bert yelled, pounding his hands on the makeup counter so brushes and sponges go flying everywhere. He poked around the room for a minute, but it’s clear right away that no one is in there but him. Outside, he took a minute to decide left or right in the hallway, turned left and headed down in search of his bandmates. A choked giggle drew Bert’s attention towards a closed door that looked like it led to a janitor’s closet.
“Shhh,” Bert heard, another giggle coming from behind the door. He grabbed the handle and yanked it open, revealing Dan and Jepha with their hands down each other’s pants.
“FOUND YOU,” he yelled at them, slapping Dan’s back as hard as he could. “DAN’S IT!” Jepha started laughing when Dan swore, flailing back at their crazy tiny singer. Bert laughed, too, and went off in search of Quinn to start a new round. Quinn was much better at hiding than the make-out twins, and it took Bert much longer to find him folded up under a desk in someone’s office. Bert squatted down under the desk next to him, poking him with one finger.
“Dan’s it,” he said, grinning at Quinn. “But him and Jepha are in a closet down the hall.” Quinn squished further under the desk to make room for Bert, even holding out an arm to invite him under.
“Game’s over, then?” Quinn asked as he tugged Bert closer. “If they’re already playing hide and suck there’s no point in hiding again.” Bert giggled shrilly and tugged on Quinn’s hair. “Ow, fucker, there’s not enough of that to do any more,” Quinn complained, smacking Bert upside the head before squeezing him. Bert turned and bit Quinn’s shoulder in return, slobbering all over him. Quinn just kissed Bert's forehead in return.
I am finding it nearly impossible to think of Bert McCracken in sexy ways. He reminds me way too much of my little brother, only a foot shorter and my mother doesn't make him bathe on a regular basis.
I AM SORRY IT HAD TO BE FLUFFY BECAUSE BERT IS JUST SO CUTE AND DIRTY.
The bus is too small for a proper game of hide and seek, so the Used waits until they get to a venue to play. There’s no point in playing when the only places to hide are the bunks and the bathroom, and Bert wants a really good game. After the show, when the fans are gone and the roadies are done with their jobs, they can take over the place and play. Some of the tech guys get roped into joining them, but after a while it’s just Bert and Quinn and Jepha and Dan.
Bert was It. They’re counting to 100, because the place was big enough that anything more and rounds would never end, but they could still get far enough away for a decent search. He counted against a makeup table, not cheating, honest, but he could tell who’s running which way. Quinn tore off in one direction, his steps lighter and quicker than Dan’s pounding ones in the other direction. He didn’t hear Jepha leave the room, but he didn’t hear any other noises in the room to suggest that he was hiding there.
“ONE HUNDRED, BITCHES,” Bert yelled, pounding his hands on the makeup counter so brushes and sponges go flying everywhere. He poked around the room for a minute, but it’s clear right away that no one is in there but him. Outside, he took a minute to decide left or right in the hallway, turned left and headed down in search of his bandmates. A choked giggle drew Bert’s attention towards a closed door that looked like it led to a janitor’s closet.
“Shhh,” Bert heard, another giggle coming from behind the door. He grabbed the handle and yanked it open, revealing Dan and Jepha with their hands down each other’s pants.
“FOUND YOU,” he yelled at them, slapping Dan’s back as hard as he could. “DAN’S IT!” Jepha started laughing when Dan swore, flailing back at their crazy tiny singer. Bert laughed, too, and went off in search of Quinn to start a new round. Quinn was much better at hiding than the make-out twins, and it took Bert much longer to find him folded up under a desk in someone’s office. Bert squatted down under the desk next to him, poking him with one finger.
“Dan’s it,” he said, grinning at Quinn. “But him and Jepha are in a closet down the hall.” Quinn squished further under the desk to make room for Bert, even holding out an arm to invite him under.
“Game’s over, then?” Quinn asked as he tugged Bert closer. “If they’re already playing hide and suck there’s no point in hiding again.” Bert giggled shrilly and tugged on Quinn’s hair. “Ow, fucker, there’s not enough of that to do any more,” Quinn complained, smacking Bert upside the head before squeezing him. Bert turned and bit Quinn’s shoulder in return, slobbering all over him. Quinn just kissed Bert's forehead in return.
I am finding it nearly impossible to think of Bert McCracken in sexy ways. He reminds me way too much of my little brother, only a foot shorter and my mother doesn't make him bathe on a regular basis.