Tasting Chaos
Title: Tasting Chaos
Authors: absinthe_memory & trollsttroll
Chapter: 1
Fandom: Jackass/MCR/Viva La Bam/The Used AU
Pairing: Jepha Howard/Bam Margera; implied Bert/Gerard/Frank/...more?
Rating: R, NC-17 eventually
Warning: Under age!Bam
Summary: Bam was never sponsored and never went pro; and there's a darker history behind The Used and My Chemical Romance's past than most know...
Authors' Note: Originally written as an RP...
Jeph was slumming it in the breakfast room of the hotel; waiting on Bert to get back so he could head up to Quinn's room to watch a movie and relax. He was smoking like a chimney and from the looks of outside, it was goddamn pouring. He just hoped their singer wasn't being a dumbass somewhere out there at that bar with Gerard. Ever since that 'fight' their relationship had grown stronger and really that was no big surprise. It was all for show.
Sighing, Jepha flipped the page in the newest Sitchen novel, and tried to read. He found that he simply couldn't concentrate on the words he was reading and soon gave up, folding the book in his lap. He pulled up the hood on his sweater and threw his head back to stare at the ceiling. "I'm so fucking bored."
Meanwhile... "God, it's fucking pouring..." Bam bitched and moaned as he trudged into the lobby a few feet behind his parents. He flung his arms about scattering water all over the floor.
"... Brandon Cole Margera!! Language. Oh my God, stop! You are making a mess!!!"
"What?! It's fucking pouring. Shit, I'm c-o-old! Where's the coffee at?" Bam asked pushing the mop of his wet hair out of his face. He followed the apathetic desk clerk's general wave in a direction behind them. "... see you upstairs..." He dismissed his parents and headed towards what he assumed was the continental breakfast room.
Rolling his head back down when there was movement from the doorway, Jepha sprung to his feet, and walked over. "Bert, for fuck's sake, there's a show tomorrow--oh shit, I'm so sorry, man. Thought you were someone else." He bit his lip and itched up the back of his hair. Jesus, he was that fucking edgy that he mixed up some poor dude for the haggard-ass fuck known as Bert and his best friend. Though, the guy kinda looked like Bert from a distance with his clothes. Or maybe Jepha was too fucking tired from sitting up waiting? He decided he was probably going to go to bed after another coffee.
Bam took in the dude's appearance and shrugged off the mix-up with a grin. "No prob, bro..." He replied as he walked towards the coffee machine. "... so you mentioned show... you and your friends going to Taste of Chaos together or something?" Wouldn't that be the shit? Bam thought. Maybe he could ditch the 'rents and hitch a ride with him and his buds! Pursing his lips, he blew on his coffee and turned to look at the guy.
Jepha wrinkled his nose, pondering should he or shouldn't he tell the guy who he was. I mean, it's not like he's promoting the band, they were headlining and stuff, and what-the-fuck-ever. "I play in the show," he muttered, rolling up his sleeves to fetch himself another refill on his coffee. "And I'm waiting for Bert's dumbass to get the hell back so I can go to upstairs and just crash." He stirred in the cream and sugar, while he realized that him going back to bed during breakfast might sound odd, but they'd been out all night the night before, and he was just waiting for the last of his band to get back. That's all. "What about you, man? You going?" Jepha asked, reaching for a muffin.
"...fuck, I wish. So, you're in a band? Cool!" Bam took a sip of his coffee hoping and praying that Ape and Phil wouldn't walk in. Dude was seriously hot and they'd just cramp his style. "My... uh... brother's in a band, but they don't tour much outside of PA..." He grinned again at the musician.
"Sick, what's their band name?" Jepha took his coffee and muffin in hand and cocked his head to the window seat he was sitting at. "Come and chill for a bit. I gotta keep my ass awake." He sat down and smiled broadly when the other guy sat down across from him. "And yeah, I'm the bassist in a band called The Used." He shrugged and ripped a piece of blueberry muffin off and popped it in his mouth.
The Used... why did that sound familiar? Aw, didn't matter. Grinning Bam snagged a muffin of his own. Chocolate! He could just hear Ape throwing a shit fit about him not waiting to eat until he was with them. Then again, with the likes of his parents... they'd never eat at a free breakfast bar like this. What with fatman, aka Phil, aka dad being a baker and Ape, aka mom basically being a chef as a hobby when she wasn't doing hair. "Yeah, alright..." Bam replied to the guy and followed him to the table. He plopped down recklessly across from him. "... and uh, their latest name is... cKy." Pausing for dramatic affect, he then added with a leer. "Camp Kill Yourself." Without waiting for a reaction, Bam prattled on. "My name's Bam..."
Jepha closed his book and put it to the side on the table and turned his body to the side so he was resting against the window with a good view of the door. He was going to kick Bert and Gerard's ass for this, and God knows their boyfriend Frank. They weren't one of those conventional gay couples. Frank and Gerard were together but when The Used toured with MCR, they'd be hooking up with Bert. Jeph wasn't interested in that. He'd just ended a relationship of his own, and fucking around with Bert warped his sense on relationships during the rough grind of the touring months.
He was listening to the guy across from him while checking the door and didn't want to be rude; that was the last thing he wanted. He looked across the table with a bright smile. "If they got a CD I'm gonna check them out." The name... Bam... Jepha looked at this 'Bam' and quirked an eyebrow. "Name's Bam, like... BAM. Sweet name. Jeph Howard... preferably Jepha." He took a sip of his coffee and ripped off another piece of his muffin, popping it in his mouth while he looked out for Bert and Gerard.
"Jeff-ah? Noice." Nodding his head a steady stream of music that was in his head alone, Bam looked around the room spying the door only half wondering why this Jepha guy was so intent at watching it. By the time his attention returned to the dude, Bam noticed that he'd started witting his leg and forced himself to stop. Way to look cool, Margera. "... how long you guys in town for, anyway?"
Glancing back to Bam instead of focusing on the door, Jepha winced. "Waiting on two dumb fucks. Just got back from the bar and they're probably still out there somewhere... shit starts tomorrow and we're staying here for like... three days or something?" He scrubbed a hand over his face and tucked some of his hair behind his ears. "So fucking tired, man. Pretty sure I'm still half-drunk or something... How long are you here for?"
"...you don't act drunk..." Bam replied like he actually had wisdom on the subject. Just gotta play it cool. Yeah, don't want to look like the dorky kid in front of hot shit across the way. Clearing his throat, Bam dug his fingers into his muffin and chewed it. His gaze never left Jepha as he pondered how the shit to answer that question without making himself look like a total idiot. "... like a week. My family's really big on vacation... and shit, hadn't been to Seattle. Figured I'd check it out... free ride, you know?"
"Been drinkin' coffee like whoa and pissed it out so I'm pretty sure I'm well onto sober." He grinned at the guy across from him and twisted his head to the side and up, looking at the ceiling distractedly. "Seattle is nice, been here a few times exploring shit and stuff. Been to Bruce Lee's grave, man. Hope ya have a fun vacation, and you should totally come and check out the show. We've got some fucking kick ass bands playing downtown tomorrow night." He finished off his muffin and rolled the cup-paper into a ball.
"... no tickets." Bam mumbled glumly as he shoved another chunk of muffin into his mouth. He shivered a little as his wet clothes were finally getting to him and his coffee wasn't exactly keeping him warm anymore. Damn it, he was starting to get depressed. He wasn't even a blip on the dude's radar.
Jepha ran his hand over his neck, over his tattoos there in thought, idly touching the 'choke' and he let a smile spread across his lips. "I'm pretty sure Dan could weasel a ticket and a pass if you wanted?" Jeph shrugged. "S'if you wanna go, man."
If he'd been at home, Bam totally would have thrown himself across the table and smack a sloppy, wet kiss on the fool in front of him. But he wasn't at home and this was no fool sitting across from him. "Hells yeah! That'd be rad... who else is playing? Fuck it, it don't matter." He paused speaking only to breathe. "...as long as it ain't that country shit... I just love all kinds of music. I think I have like hundreds of CDs..." His eyes taking on a glassy tone as the caffeine and chocolate hit his bloodstream. Dude, he was so fucking wired.
Throwing his head back to laugh, Jepha nodded eagerly. "None of that country shit, trust me, it ain't comin' on tour." He was about to ask what types of CD's Bam had when he saw Bert and Gerard stumble toward the doorway of the breakfast room.
"Fuck me," Jepha muttered, he sucked on his bottom lip. "Wanna help me escort some dumb fucks? I'll get you that ticket at the same time." Jepha looked hopeful, the most help he needed was basically just to get the doors, he could handle those two no problem. But keeping track of them and hitting the buttons was going to be a pain in the ass.
If anyone else in the world had asked, Bam would have laughed in their face. But this wasn't just anyone. This was Mr. Hot Shit. Ape was probably going to have a fit that it'd taken him this long to get back to the room... but fuck! Taste of Chaos tickets! "Sure..." He tried not to scramble out of his seat to dispose of his coffee cup and half eaten muffin. "Whatcha need me to do?" Bam asked earnestly trying not to bat his eyes up at the dude, Jeph-a with an a.
Getting out of his seat, Jepha passed the book to Bam and made his way to the door while talking, "Get the doors, try and keep your hot ass not tempting. They're perverts." Jepha flashed him a smile and clicked his piercing against his teeth. Yeah, like he didn't notice this guy was sexy. All wet and... nope, gotta help Bert and Gee first.
Striding up to the duo, Jepha looped an arm around Bert's waist, then Gerard's. "You two fucks know we got the tour starting tomorrow night, right?"
Dropping his head back, Bert made eyes at the dude following. "Who's that, Jephaaaaa? You pick him up?"
"He's pretty cute," Gerard said, twisting his head around to look at the pretty little thing coming up behind them.
Snickering, Jepha nodded his head at Bam to push the button on the elevator. "Paws off, mmkay. There's enough ass on this tour already without you twisted fuckers trying to get something fresh." He looked at Bam and rolled his eyes, cocking his head at Bert and Gerard.
It had finally happened. God had fucking smote him for being such an annoying little fuck, for being a horny as shit teenager. Fucking A... he couldn't speak. His tongue felt like lead in his mouth. Nodding at Jepha with eyes that he hoped weren't as wide as they felt, Bam's hand hovered over the button. Shit! Dude hadn't told him what floor!
"Number 9, man," Jepha huffed as he fell against the back wall with Bert and Gerard on each a side. He kinda felt a little bad for the dude with Bert's greasy haggard ass and Gerard's prima donna all over him already. Suppose it didn't help they were all pressed against the back like that, able to stare at him like he was a fresh slab of meat. All Jeph had to do was say was the guy was his and he knew Bert would keep his hands off. Bert knew better than anybody.
"Holy fuck you smell like cum," Jepha said, pulling himself away from Bert as much as possible without letting go. "What'd you do, ram Gee in some haggard bathroom?"
"Something like that... shit, Jeph why'd you come back so early? We had a blast."
"I'm sure you did." Jepha looked over at Bam and stuck his tongue out, making a funny face, and then went stone when Gerard looked at him.
Bam couldn't help but snort at Jepha's actions. Yeah, he most definitely liked his ass. Well hell, a lot more than his ass! And god damn, they talked about all this gay shit like it wasn't no big thing. Fuck mum mum, pop pop, and Don Vito for even trying to make him think otherwise. With a shy smile on his face, Bam watched the exchanges of the guys up until they hit floor nine.
The three of them stumbled out of the elevator with little trouble, laughing out loud when Gerard went to his knees, and Jeph dragged his ass back up and to his side. "Save that shit for, Frankie." He paused them for a second and tugged off his zippy, passing it to Bam with a pleading look. Tattooed arms slid back around their waists and he was attempting to get them down the hall without anymore mishaps.
At the end of the hall, Jepha pressed Bert into the wall, and Gerard slumped up behind, pressing Jeph into Bert. He shifted around to get the key card and slid it through the lock. "You know Frank's been waiting for you two shits all night, right? He went to bed after about the second hour. You two better get in and suck the hell up." He pushed open the door and led them inside. After helping them on the bed, he came back out into the hall with Bam and smiled.
"Now, about that ticket. Down this way."
Bam grabbed the hoodie outta Jeph's hands and tried not to oogle the expanse of tattoos painted across the dude's skin. Fuck, he wanted ink like that some day! He wondered for like two seconds who the hell Frank was but forgot to even care as Mr. Hot Shit beckoned him down the hallway. You're just getting the tix, bro. Besides, not like your mute ass will impress him much. "Rad..." Bam managed to eek out as he trotted after Jepha.
Dan was probably in Quinn's room watching that movie; whatever the hell Quinn rented. Stopping about four doors down on the opposite side of the hall, Jepha knocked on the door and waited. There was a bang and some loud laughing coming from inside and he tried to force down his grin. He looked to the side and sighed. "Just a sec, man."
After a few more moments of waiting, Dan threw open the door, and stared at Jepha. "Whatcha want, Jeph? Bert and Gee back yet? Frankie's having--who's that?" He nodded at the dude standing beside Jepha holding his stuff. Was he shacking up with him for the tour?
"They're back, yeah, probably making up right now. This is Bam and I'm getting him tickets and a pass. Now, be a good boy and go get Jepha what he wants." He flashed all his teeth at Dan and watched with amused eyes as he walked right back inside.
He turned to Bam and laughed. "All this shit for a pass, huh? It's going to be good for the nights we're here and I'll make sure the roadies look out for you. Don't want your ass kicked out before you even get to the back."
The door swung open again and Dan dropped off the ticket and pass in Jeph's hand then shut the door after giving Bam a wave.
A pass?! Not just tix, dude, a fucking pass. If he wasn't so damn busy trying to keep his hyper ass in check, Bam would have fucking did a victory jump and knocked some shit off the walls. Funny what inspires one to behave, ain't it? The corners of his mouth curling up in a self-depreciating smirk, Bam thought. Yeah, ass. Or maybe dick? Fuck if he knew what he was more into yet. He felt kind of bummed though because now he'd have to give Jepha back his hoodie and go back to his room with Ape and Phil and be dragged god knows fucking where with their asses. Bam made no move to hand the dude's hoodie back, but he did manage to speak. "Guess you're wanting to get some sleep and shit... I'll jus..."
Flicking the plastic between his fingers, Jepha frowned and nodded his head. "Yeah, man. Sucks but gotta do what I gotta. Ya know?" He accepted his stuff back and pulled on the hoodie but left it unzipped. "Catch you at the show though."
He glanced down at the tickets and smiled brightly. "Looks like you're front row, man." He passed them over to Bam while playing with the hoops in his lips. "If you get in trouble, just say Jeph said it's okay." The roadies wouldn't give the guy trouble, Jeph was going to tell them ahead of time, and make sure there wouldn't be problems. He felt a little bad that he was ducking out to go and sleep and not just hang out like he wanted but his ass was tired as fuck.
"Yeah... okay..." He tried not to sound as downcast as he felt. Shit, he'd already like hung with a rock star. Who else in his crew could say that...well, about anyone cept the cKy guys?! Bam took the tickets with a small smile and waved to Jepha. "... catch you later and thanks..."
TBC....
Authors: absinthe_memory & trollsttroll
Chapter: 1
Fandom: Jackass/MCR/Viva La Bam/The Used AU
Pairing: Jepha Howard/Bam Margera; implied Bert/Gerard/Frank/...more?
Rating: R, NC-17 eventually
Warning: Under age!Bam
Summary: Bam was never sponsored and never went pro; and there's a darker history behind The Used and My Chemical Romance's past than most know...
Authors' Note: Originally written as an RP...
Jeph was slumming it in the breakfast room of the hotel; waiting on Bert to get back so he could head up to Quinn's room to watch a movie and relax. He was smoking like a chimney and from the looks of outside, it was goddamn pouring. He just hoped their singer wasn't being a dumbass somewhere out there at that bar with Gerard. Ever since that 'fight' their relationship had grown stronger and really that was no big surprise. It was all for show.
Sighing, Jepha flipped the page in the newest Sitchen novel, and tried to read. He found that he simply couldn't concentrate on the words he was reading and soon gave up, folding the book in his lap. He pulled up the hood on his sweater and threw his head back to stare at the ceiling. "I'm so fucking bored."
Meanwhile... "God, it's fucking pouring..." Bam bitched and moaned as he trudged into the lobby a few feet behind his parents. He flung his arms about scattering water all over the floor.
"... Brandon Cole Margera!! Language. Oh my God, stop! You are making a mess!!!"
"What?! It's fucking pouring. Shit, I'm c-o-old! Where's the coffee at?" Bam asked pushing the mop of his wet hair out of his face. He followed the apathetic desk clerk's general wave in a direction behind them. "... see you upstairs..." He dismissed his parents and headed towards what he assumed was the continental breakfast room.
Rolling his head back down when there was movement from the doorway, Jepha sprung to his feet, and walked over. "Bert, for fuck's sake, there's a show tomorrow--oh shit, I'm so sorry, man. Thought you were someone else." He bit his lip and itched up the back of his hair. Jesus, he was that fucking edgy that he mixed up some poor dude for the haggard-ass fuck known as Bert and his best friend. Though, the guy kinda looked like Bert from a distance with his clothes. Or maybe Jepha was too fucking tired from sitting up waiting? He decided he was probably going to go to bed after another coffee.
Bam took in the dude's appearance and shrugged off the mix-up with a grin. "No prob, bro..." He replied as he walked towards the coffee machine. "... so you mentioned show... you and your friends going to Taste of Chaos together or something?" Wouldn't that be the shit? Bam thought. Maybe he could ditch the 'rents and hitch a ride with him and his buds! Pursing his lips, he blew on his coffee and turned to look at the guy.
Jepha wrinkled his nose, pondering should he or shouldn't he tell the guy who he was. I mean, it's not like he's promoting the band, they were headlining and stuff, and what-the-fuck-ever. "I play in the show," he muttered, rolling up his sleeves to fetch himself another refill on his coffee. "And I'm waiting for Bert's dumbass to get the hell back so I can go to upstairs and just crash." He stirred in the cream and sugar, while he realized that him going back to bed during breakfast might sound odd, but they'd been out all night the night before, and he was just waiting for the last of his band to get back. That's all. "What about you, man? You going?" Jepha asked, reaching for a muffin.
"...fuck, I wish. So, you're in a band? Cool!" Bam took a sip of his coffee hoping and praying that Ape and Phil wouldn't walk in. Dude was seriously hot and they'd just cramp his style. "My... uh... brother's in a band, but they don't tour much outside of PA..." He grinned again at the musician.
"Sick, what's their band name?" Jepha took his coffee and muffin in hand and cocked his head to the window seat he was sitting at. "Come and chill for a bit. I gotta keep my ass awake." He sat down and smiled broadly when the other guy sat down across from him. "And yeah, I'm the bassist in a band called The Used." He shrugged and ripped a piece of blueberry muffin off and popped it in his mouth.
The Used... why did that sound familiar? Aw, didn't matter. Grinning Bam snagged a muffin of his own. Chocolate! He could just hear Ape throwing a shit fit about him not waiting to eat until he was with them. Then again, with the likes of his parents... they'd never eat at a free breakfast bar like this. What with fatman, aka Phil, aka dad being a baker and Ape, aka mom basically being a chef as a hobby when she wasn't doing hair. "Yeah, alright..." Bam replied to the guy and followed him to the table. He plopped down recklessly across from him. "... and uh, their latest name is... cKy." Pausing for dramatic affect, he then added with a leer. "Camp Kill Yourself." Without waiting for a reaction, Bam prattled on. "My name's Bam..."
Jepha closed his book and put it to the side on the table and turned his body to the side so he was resting against the window with a good view of the door. He was going to kick Bert and Gerard's ass for this, and God knows their boyfriend Frank. They weren't one of those conventional gay couples. Frank and Gerard were together but when The Used toured with MCR, they'd be hooking up with Bert. Jeph wasn't interested in that. He'd just ended a relationship of his own, and fucking around with Bert warped his sense on relationships during the rough grind of the touring months.
He was listening to the guy across from him while checking the door and didn't want to be rude; that was the last thing he wanted. He looked across the table with a bright smile. "If they got a CD I'm gonna check them out." The name... Bam... Jepha looked at this 'Bam' and quirked an eyebrow. "Name's Bam, like... BAM. Sweet name. Jeph Howard... preferably Jepha." He took a sip of his coffee and ripped off another piece of his muffin, popping it in his mouth while he looked out for Bert and Gerard.
"Jeff-ah? Noice." Nodding his head a steady stream of music that was in his head alone, Bam looked around the room spying the door only half wondering why this Jepha guy was so intent at watching it. By the time his attention returned to the dude, Bam noticed that he'd started witting his leg and forced himself to stop. Way to look cool, Margera. "... how long you guys in town for, anyway?"
Glancing back to Bam instead of focusing on the door, Jepha winced. "Waiting on two dumb fucks. Just got back from the bar and they're probably still out there somewhere... shit starts tomorrow and we're staying here for like... three days or something?" He scrubbed a hand over his face and tucked some of his hair behind his ears. "So fucking tired, man. Pretty sure I'm still half-drunk or something... How long are you here for?"
"...you don't act drunk..." Bam replied like he actually had wisdom on the subject. Just gotta play it cool. Yeah, don't want to look like the dorky kid in front of hot shit across the way. Clearing his throat, Bam dug his fingers into his muffin and chewed it. His gaze never left Jepha as he pondered how the shit to answer that question without making himself look like a total idiot. "... like a week. My family's really big on vacation... and shit, hadn't been to Seattle. Figured I'd check it out... free ride, you know?"
"Been drinkin' coffee like whoa and pissed it out so I'm pretty sure I'm well onto sober." He grinned at the guy across from him and twisted his head to the side and up, looking at the ceiling distractedly. "Seattle is nice, been here a few times exploring shit and stuff. Been to Bruce Lee's grave, man. Hope ya have a fun vacation, and you should totally come and check out the show. We've got some fucking kick ass bands playing downtown tomorrow night." He finished off his muffin and rolled the cup-paper into a ball.
"... no tickets." Bam mumbled glumly as he shoved another chunk of muffin into his mouth. He shivered a little as his wet clothes were finally getting to him and his coffee wasn't exactly keeping him warm anymore. Damn it, he was starting to get depressed. He wasn't even a blip on the dude's radar.
Jepha ran his hand over his neck, over his tattoos there in thought, idly touching the 'choke' and he let a smile spread across his lips. "I'm pretty sure Dan could weasel a ticket and a pass if you wanted?" Jeph shrugged. "S'if you wanna go, man."
If he'd been at home, Bam totally would have thrown himself across the table and smack a sloppy, wet kiss on the fool in front of him. But he wasn't at home and this was no fool sitting across from him. "Hells yeah! That'd be rad... who else is playing? Fuck it, it don't matter." He paused speaking only to breathe. "...as long as it ain't that country shit... I just love all kinds of music. I think I have like hundreds of CDs..." His eyes taking on a glassy tone as the caffeine and chocolate hit his bloodstream. Dude, he was so fucking wired.
Throwing his head back to laugh, Jepha nodded eagerly. "None of that country shit, trust me, it ain't comin' on tour." He was about to ask what types of CD's Bam had when he saw Bert and Gerard stumble toward the doorway of the breakfast room.
"Fuck me," Jepha muttered, he sucked on his bottom lip. "Wanna help me escort some dumb fucks? I'll get you that ticket at the same time." Jepha looked hopeful, the most help he needed was basically just to get the doors, he could handle those two no problem. But keeping track of them and hitting the buttons was going to be a pain in the ass.
If anyone else in the world had asked, Bam would have laughed in their face. But this wasn't just anyone. This was Mr. Hot Shit. Ape was probably going to have a fit that it'd taken him this long to get back to the room... but fuck! Taste of Chaos tickets! "Sure..." He tried not to scramble out of his seat to dispose of his coffee cup and half eaten muffin. "Whatcha need me to do?" Bam asked earnestly trying not to bat his eyes up at the dude, Jeph-a with an a.
Getting out of his seat, Jepha passed the book to Bam and made his way to the door while talking, "Get the doors, try and keep your hot ass not tempting. They're perverts." Jepha flashed him a smile and clicked his piercing against his teeth. Yeah, like he didn't notice this guy was sexy. All wet and... nope, gotta help Bert and Gee first.
Striding up to the duo, Jepha looped an arm around Bert's waist, then Gerard's. "You two fucks know we got the tour starting tomorrow night, right?"
Dropping his head back, Bert made eyes at the dude following. "Who's that, Jephaaaaa? You pick him up?"
"He's pretty cute," Gerard said, twisting his head around to look at the pretty little thing coming up behind them.
Snickering, Jepha nodded his head at Bam to push the button on the elevator. "Paws off, mmkay. There's enough ass on this tour already without you twisted fuckers trying to get something fresh." He looked at Bam and rolled his eyes, cocking his head at Bert and Gerard.
It had finally happened. God had fucking smote him for being such an annoying little fuck, for being a horny as shit teenager. Fucking A... he couldn't speak. His tongue felt like lead in his mouth. Nodding at Jepha with eyes that he hoped weren't as wide as they felt, Bam's hand hovered over the button. Shit! Dude hadn't told him what floor!
"Number 9, man," Jepha huffed as he fell against the back wall with Bert and Gerard on each a side. He kinda felt a little bad for the dude with Bert's greasy haggard ass and Gerard's prima donna all over him already. Suppose it didn't help they were all pressed against the back like that, able to stare at him like he was a fresh slab of meat. All Jeph had to do was say was the guy was his and he knew Bert would keep his hands off. Bert knew better than anybody.
"Holy fuck you smell like cum," Jepha said, pulling himself away from Bert as much as possible without letting go. "What'd you do, ram Gee in some haggard bathroom?"
"Something like that... shit, Jeph why'd you come back so early? We had a blast."
"I'm sure you did." Jepha looked over at Bam and stuck his tongue out, making a funny face, and then went stone when Gerard looked at him.
Bam couldn't help but snort at Jepha's actions. Yeah, he most definitely liked his ass. Well hell, a lot more than his ass! And god damn, they talked about all this gay shit like it wasn't no big thing. Fuck mum mum, pop pop, and Don Vito for even trying to make him think otherwise. With a shy smile on his face, Bam watched the exchanges of the guys up until they hit floor nine.
The three of them stumbled out of the elevator with little trouble, laughing out loud when Gerard went to his knees, and Jeph dragged his ass back up and to his side. "Save that shit for, Frankie." He paused them for a second and tugged off his zippy, passing it to Bam with a pleading look. Tattooed arms slid back around their waists and he was attempting to get them down the hall without anymore mishaps.
At the end of the hall, Jepha pressed Bert into the wall, and Gerard slumped up behind, pressing Jeph into Bert. He shifted around to get the key card and slid it through the lock. "You know Frank's been waiting for you two shits all night, right? He went to bed after about the second hour. You two better get in and suck the hell up." He pushed open the door and led them inside. After helping them on the bed, he came back out into the hall with Bam and smiled.
"Now, about that ticket. Down this way."
Bam grabbed the hoodie outta Jeph's hands and tried not to oogle the expanse of tattoos painted across the dude's skin. Fuck, he wanted ink like that some day! He wondered for like two seconds who the hell Frank was but forgot to even care as Mr. Hot Shit beckoned him down the hallway. You're just getting the tix, bro. Besides, not like your mute ass will impress him much. "Rad..." Bam managed to eek out as he trotted after Jepha.
Dan was probably in Quinn's room watching that movie; whatever the hell Quinn rented. Stopping about four doors down on the opposite side of the hall, Jepha knocked on the door and waited. There was a bang and some loud laughing coming from inside and he tried to force down his grin. He looked to the side and sighed. "Just a sec, man."
After a few more moments of waiting, Dan threw open the door, and stared at Jepha. "Whatcha want, Jeph? Bert and Gee back yet? Frankie's having--who's that?" He nodded at the dude standing beside Jepha holding his stuff. Was he shacking up with him for the tour?
"They're back, yeah, probably making up right now. This is Bam and I'm getting him tickets and a pass. Now, be a good boy and go get Jepha what he wants." He flashed all his teeth at Dan and watched with amused eyes as he walked right back inside.
He turned to Bam and laughed. "All this shit for a pass, huh? It's going to be good for the nights we're here and I'll make sure the roadies look out for you. Don't want your ass kicked out before you even get to the back."
The door swung open again and Dan dropped off the ticket and pass in Jeph's hand then shut the door after giving Bam a wave.
A pass?! Not just tix, dude, a fucking pass. If he wasn't so damn busy trying to keep his hyper ass in check, Bam would have fucking did a victory jump and knocked some shit off the walls. Funny what inspires one to behave, ain't it? The corners of his mouth curling up in a self-depreciating smirk, Bam thought. Yeah, ass. Or maybe dick? Fuck if he knew what he was more into yet. He felt kind of bummed though because now he'd have to give Jepha back his hoodie and go back to his room with Ape and Phil and be dragged god knows fucking where with their asses. Bam made no move to hand the dude's hoodie back, but he did manage to speak. "Guess you're wanting to get some sleep and shit... I'll jus..."
Flicking the plastic between his fingers, Jepha frowned and nodded his head. "Yeah, man. Sucks but gotta do what I gotta. Ya know?" He accepted his stuff back and pulled on the hoodie but left it unzipped. "Catch you at the show though."
He glanced down at the tickets and smiled brightly. "Looks like you're front row, man." He passed them over to Bam while playing with the hoops in his lips. "If you get in trouble, just say Jeph said it's okay." The roadies wouldn't give the guy trouble, Jeph was going to tell them ahead of time, and make sure there wouldn't be problems. He felt a little bad that he was ducking out to go and sleep and not just hang out like he wanted but his ass was tired as fuck.
"Yeah... okay..." He tried not to sound as downcast as he felt. Shit, he'd already like hung with a rock star. Who else in his crew could say that...well, about anyone cept the cKy guys?! Bam took the tickets with a small smile and waved to Jepha. "... catch you later and thanks..."
TBC....