Tasting Chaos
Title: Tasting Chaos
Authors: absinthe_memory & trollsttroll
Chapter: 3
Fandom: Jackass/MCR/Viva La Bam/The Used AU
Pairing: Jepha Howard/Bam Margera; implied Bam/Novak; implied Bert/Gerard/Frank/...more?
Rating: NC-17
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...
Chapter 1, 2
The door to the back of the bus flung open and Bert practically fell inside with Gerard and Frank. "Jesus fucking Christ, Jepha..."
"Uh yeah?" Jeph asked, taking a small sip of his beer; more for show than anything else. He didn't really want to drink anything, just wanted to taste Bam on his tongue all night. But he knew that wasn't possible with the three in front of them.
Frank cocked his head toward the door and smiled. "Got some shots with your name on it."
"What do you say, Bam?" Jepha asked, looking the man over, an almost secret smile on his lips.
Shit. Fuck. If they meant at a bar, he was so fucking screwed. "What like drive somewhere?" Bam nearly squeaked. He tipped the beer to his mouth to hide his flustered state.
"Nah, man. We got our own bar... thing on the bus. Come on," Bert urged, walking over to the pair on the couch, and tugged Bam up to his feet by his hand. The dude looked smaller than Jepha and if he could get anyone to move, he'd pick Jepha's squeeze for the tour.
Jepha rose to his feet after Bert hauled Bam to his. "All right, lead the way. But ya'll keep your greasy paws off, mmkay?" He smiled and slid his arm around Bam's waist.
Without even thinking, Bam let himself fall against Jepha's chest. He grinned slyly at the three other men. No one here was any the fucking wiser that he wasn't even eighteen yet. He's just had his first blow job and from a dude no less! He was already feeling the beer he'd been sipping and he more than anything wanted to return a favor to Jeph.
Gerard was the first toward the door leading them back out into the main area of the bus where they all usually gathered. To Jepha's surprise, there were already shots on the table. He slid into the booth, effectively bringing Bam in with him, and seated them across from Gee, Bert, and Frank. Turning toward Bam, Jepha pointed with his index. "Gerard Way of MCR, Bert McCracken of The Used, and Frank Iero of MCR. Guys, meet Bam."
"Want a shot?" Jeph asked, picking up one for himself and sliding one over to Bam next to him. Might as well get down to it, he'd rather drink than sit around watch the three across from them make-out again.
Bam waved shyly at the three men. He wanted to say they’d met, but hell why would they remember some punk ass kid dragging them shit-faced drunk to their hotel room? Taking his shot in hand, he glanced over at Jepha and tried to whisper quietly. “What is it?”
"I don't--"
"Jager," Frank said, picking up a shot of his own.
Jepha smiled and hit his glass with the men at the table and tipped the small glass up. He watched Bam while he lit him and Bert a cigarette. "Tonight's show was fucking kick ass, I can't wait to do it again tomorrow."
"I know, the crowd was awesome," Gerard answered, skipping the shot that was placed in front of him, and slid it over to Bert.
"Are you coming to watch tomorrow's show?" Bert asked Jepha's new fling.
"Uh..." Bam glanced at Jepha out of the corner of his eyes. Would hot shit get him free tix and a pass for the rest of the festival? That would kick so much fucking ass. "...I don't exactly have tix to all three days..." Trying to avoid having to talk more, Bam brought his shot to his lips and mimicked how the men had drank then. Him and Ry had only ever really snuck Budweiser. As soon as the shit hit the back of his throat, he knew he was in trouble.
“Man, fuck that shit…we’ll get you all the stuff you need. Anything for our Jepha,” Bert murmured, sending a wink to their bassist and poured the pair of them another shot. He grinned over the rim at the guy sitting next to Jeph, wondering when shit was about to get fun.
“Ah huh, whatever, Bert.” He picked up his second shot and downed it.
“And don’t worry about it, Bam. It’s Bert’s way of saying we’re getting you the tickets and passes you need to hang out with our sorry asses for the next couple of days.” Jepha slipped his hand down between them and patted his thigh.
Frank leaned into Gerard and flicked his ashes into an unused glass that the rest of them were doing. “Do you smoke?” He asked, pushing the pack and lighter at Bam in case he wanted one.
Smoking, Bam could do. And he wasn't exactly talking about cock. Though he was willing to try that shit out too. Novak had introduced him to the wonderful world of Djarum clove cigarette the second time they'd made out after all.
Tapping a stick out, Bam slid one between his lips and lit it. At least doing this, he wouldn't look like a total spaz when he gagged on whatever shots they were handing out.
He sipped at his beer and smoked in silence just watching all the guys interact. Spreading his legs wide, Bam made sure that his knee pressed against Jepha's thigh.
Jepha slid his hand up and to Bam’s inner thigh, just letting it rest there. “Where’s Dan the man…?”
“Fucking Bob, probably,” Frank replied, seemingly disinterested, though he was really gazing at Jepha and the new boy at their table.
Gerard threw up his hands. “Honestly we’re like a bunch of fucking perverts. I swear every fucking time we’re on tour with you fucks all of us are fucking.”
“Babe, can you say fuck one more time?” Bert bit his lip and brought his cigarette to his lips.
“Fuck!”
Laughing, Jepha moved his hand up and to the back of the booth, twisting his body to the side, and let his arm stretch out, stopping short to curl in the hair at the back of Bam’s neck. “I’m so happy that I’m at the end of the hall and not near any of your rooms, I can’t hear myself wank when the three of you are at it.”
Bert shook his head from side to side. “You’re just jealous cause of all the hot shit that happens in my room. That’s all.”
“Aw, you know it.” Jepha flashed them all grin, shifting his hand down to the hem of Bam’s jeans and slid his index inside, pushing his finger over the bone in little swipes.
Jepha's first touch on the nape of his neck sent shivers down Bam's spine. He really fucking wished they were alone again. Not that it wasn't awesome as shit to be hanging out with rock stars, but fuck this was his virginity they were talking about! A cloud of smoke curling around his face, Bam tried not to jump when Jeph's finger grazed over his hipbone. Bowing his head, he silently sipped on his beer and pulled drags off of his cigarette... he felt so out of place but still it kicked so much ass to even be there!
“When are we heading back to the hotel? I’m tired as fuck…”
“Tired from fucking,” Gerard cut in and snatched the cigarette that was hanging from Jepha’s boy’s lips, only to take a long haul of his own, and then passed it back.
Finger still brushing softly over Bam’s skin, Jepha leaned in, and sealed his lips around the filter that had been freshly placed between Bam’s fingers. He took a haul, inhaling sharply, then exhaled across the dude’s neck. “Pass me a beer.” The fact that he could touch in front of the rest of them was all too good, but he wondered if he could coax the other man into maybe spending the night in his room.
Grinning lazily at Gerard and Jepha's antics, Bam licked his lips and leaned over to grab a beer. He managed not to squeak as Jepha's touches spread further over his skin by his hips and stomach. He was seriously starting to feel drunk. He hoped he didn't look like some kind of light weight. Smiling what he hoped was his cutest fucking smile when he turned to hand Jeph his beer, Bam met the bassist's eyes as the room swayed around him. "...uh, here..." He mumbled almost bashfully.
Taking the beer from Bam’s hand, Jepha twisted the top off, and flicked the cap at Bert. “Wake up, asshole.” He smiled and leaned his head on Bam’s shoulder whilst taking a sip. Dude, how long does it take for some people to hang out and then head back to a hotel? Seriously some people take too long.
“I’m awake, just on my way to being drunk off my ass, and looks like you are too…or seriously in the need of a bed to pass out on,” Bert teased.
Jepha shook his head, smile spreading over his lips while he turned and planted a quick kiss to the side of Bam’s neck. “Mm, not passing out, maybe other things…”
A shit-eating grin spreading across his face, Bam turned to Jepha. "... seriously?" He whispered. Sure Ape and Phil would be totally pissed that he didn't go straight back to the hotel after the show... but, some shit was just more important. Some shit like Mr. Hot Shit Rock God. He nuzzled Jepha's chin with a smile. "Can we go like... now?" He asked trying to sound like he was joking, but in all seriousness there was nothing he wanted more at the moment.
Eager, eager, eager. Oh, but Jepha loved it, loved it far too much to not smile like he was. Maybe, after a chat with Bert, he’d figure out what to do about all of that. “Too drunk to walk, baby… and I can’t drive this piece of shit, plus we’re waiting for cock tease to come on the bus.”
“Mikey is not a cock tease!” Gerard protested with a laugh.
Frank giggled loudly and shook his head, notching his cigarette out in the unused shot glass. “He so is, Mikey is the biggest cock tease on the fucking tour.”
Blue eyes rolled open and gazed down the booth to the guitarist, a secretive smile slowly spreading across the singer’s lips, and he almost looked predatory. “I think we’ll have to fix that, then won’t we, Gerard.”
“Go easy on him Bert, Frankie’s drunk, and let’s face it, we’re all pretty shit-face right now.”
Nodding his head, Bert leaned across the table and pecked Jepha’s lips. “M’kay, only because you say so, and I’m pretty drunk…”
Bam tried to hide the pursing of his lips and the narrowing of his eyes when Bert leaned over and planted a kiss on Jepha's mouth. Yeah, it was mega-stupid to be getting so jealous, but damn it... Bert obviously already had two dudes, why couldn't Mr. Hot shit be just his? In a bit of a tiff, Bam reached out and grabbed another shot and downed it angrily. Slamming the glass down in a huff, he slumped against his seat. Yeah, the three fucking Musketeers needed to make like a tree and leave.
Not one to miss something, Jepha watched as Bam slammed down his shot, and slumped in the seat, maybe looking a little rejected. He leaned in, his tongue barely swiping over his ear. “Don’t be put out, Bambi…Bam,” Jeph murmured, nipping on his earlobe. When it seemed that even his words weren’t really getting through, the bassist grabbed the other man’s face in his hands, and kissed him hard; right in front of the other three.
Yeah, fuckers that's right. It's me he wants, not your slutty asses! It took every ounce of will power in his body not to climb right onto Jeph's lap at that point. Instead, he surged forward latching his hands onto the other man's wrists. Bam sucked and nipped an Jepha's lips whimpering a little loudly but only allowing it to let him blush... not pull away.
Pulling back with a rather large smile, Jepha licked his lips and nodded at Bert. “We need to talk later… and stop fucking smiling, I said we need to talk.” Though Jepha couldn’t stop the smile on his own lips, even as his fingers curled in Bam’s soft hair.
“I’m not saying shit, man… just I’m kinda all happy over here…” Bert smiled over at Bam and then back to Jepha, half bouncing in his seat. He knew what that meant and couldn’t wait to talk shit over. He just hoped the dude sitting next to Jeph would be all for it.
Glancing between the two men with a slightly dazed expression on his face, Bam tried to piece together exactly what all the cryptic half coded shit they seemed to be saying to each other meant. He bit his lip and cocked his head a Jepha. He didn't really expect an answer. Not now... maybe not ever... but damn it all if he was curious as hell. Bam could feel Bert's eyes on him, but couldn't really tell what the dude was thinking. Were him and Jepha exes? That had to be weird if they were and why would this Bert dude be so happy about Jepha getting all happy about him. Shit, Mr. Hot Shit was happy about him?! No fucking way! Fuck, he almost wished he was one of his cats, Mischief or Trouble, just so he could all cuddle up on Jeph and start purring or some wild ass shit.
“Fuck that shit, we’re talking now,” Bert declared, “Fuck outta my seat.” He shooed both Gerard and Frank and nearly vibrated in place while waiting for Bam to move so that Jepha could get out. He couldn’t help but reach out and touch Bam’s neck thoughtfully, smiling in a dazed sort of way and stepped to the side when he stood up for Jeph.
“Keep your hands off, Bam’s mine,” Jepha said with a smile when Bert slid his arm around his waist when he stood up and out of the booth. He was joking, or it seemed to be, but both Gerard and Frank knew below it all what the talk was going to be about. He didn’t have much else to say as Bert was basically shoving his ass down the hall and to the back of the bus where they had found him and Bam.
Gerard looked up when they left, smiling at Bam over the table, and exhaled a long line of smoke. “Glad that you might be coming to more shows…”
Bam tried not to look too upset as he watched Jeph walk away with another guy. Turning his attention to the guy who he thought was named Gerard but was a tad too drunk to keep shit straight, he replied. "Yeah, man... fucking loved the pit during these guys' show!" Absentmindedly rubbing his chest, Bam smiled and relaxed back into his seat. He decided that he definitely liked Gerard; dude seemed to go out of his way just to be nice to him. And not just cuz he was here with Jeph... or at least Bam didn't think so.
“Bert certainly knows how to get a crowd going,” Gerard said with a thoughtful smile and flicked his ashes on the top of Frank’s hand.
The guitarist looked down with a smile, drawing a heart with his finger over the ashes, and smiled at Gerard. He then looked over to Bam and noticed a slight bruise on the side of his neck. “Nice to see Jepha with someone…” He trailed off.
“We’ll see, Frankie,” Gerard whispered and kissed his temple, fingers weaving through the black and red locks.
They were definitely speaking English, so why did it sound like it was in code again? Bam glanced longingly at the door to the back of the bus hoping and praying Jepha would be out soon. As nice as either of his friends were, he wasn't really interested in either of them. Dragging a beer off of the table, he sipped at it casually as he let his eyes wander around the bus giving it a more thorough look over. How cool of shit would it be to live in a place like this. Rock stars had it all going on for them.
It didn’t take them more than a few minutes to talk about it and what it came down to was Jepha was most definitely going to ask Bam if he wanted to come on tour because there was just something about him that he liked. Liked a whole hell of a lot and it was a quick jump, but it was just a fucking tour. Besides there was always shit to pass the time with anyway. He strolled out of the back of the bus with Bert and plopped down on the outside this time, making Bam slide to the back. He wasn’t in his seat for more than a minute until the boy they’d been waiting for ran up on the bus in a fit of giggles.
“I’m so here and drunk and… who is that?” Mikey pushed up his glasses and dropped to the floor, pulling his feet under him.
“Mikey, this is Bam, Bam this is Mikey, Gerard’s brother and the cock tease.” Jepha introduced them with a wave of his hand.
“Bite me, Jepha.” Mikey poked his head up and let his chin rest on the table, smiling at Bam. “Hi! Man, you totally look like you read comics, do you?!”
When the bus gave a lurch, signaling they were actually starting to move, Jepha smiled into Bam’s neck.
Totally looked like he read comics?! Shit, did this guy see past his act? Fucking fuck. "Uh, not really actually...." Bam lied. Pressing his neck against Jepha's face, he let out a sigh as his eyes slid shut. Yeah, he was sooo fucking drunk and Mr. Hot Shit felt sooo fucking good. Not even trying to hide the shiver that coursed through his body, Bam let the next lurch and turn of the bus throw him further against and into Jeph's arms. Fuck, yeah...
When Jepha got an armful of Bam, he smiled, and hauled him right into his lap, holding him in his arms with his nose pressing into his cheek. He could see Bert smiling and tried not to smile either but it was pointless. “Coming back to my room?” He whispered in Bam’s ear.
“And it sucks that you don’t read comics, we’re all a bunch of dorks, and read that shit compulsively,” Jepha said a bit louder so everyone knew that he wasn’t just mumbling sweet nothings to the guy in his lap.
Pressing even more against Jeph's chest, Bam nodded. "... yeah." He gasped as the bassist's hot breath caressed his ear. Shit, he hoped his tent wasn't too fucking obvious to everyone. Smiling and laughing lightly at Jeph's comment about the comics, Bam glanced around the bus as his head swam.
The bus gave another lurch, nearly sending the bassist on his back in the booth. He laughed out loud, holding onto the table with one hand and Bam in the other. He licked his lips and brought a fresh cigarette to his lips, attempting to light it with that hand. “Couldn’t he drive this fucking thing any better, feeling like my insides are gonna be all blended and shaken.” He blew the smoke over the side of Bam’s neck and gazed at the three across from them. He was wondering if Bam was catching the little differences…
Suddenly, Frank’s knees banged in the table, body jumping in his seat, and he threw his head back, lips parted in a loud moan.
Jepha winked at Bert and nosed against Bam’s cheek.
“T-Turn… o-off. Shit-fuck!” Frank dropped his forehead to the table, panting harshly against the smooth surface.
Eyebrows shooting up, Bam regarded Frank with a confused look. He had absolutely no fucking clue what was going on except for the fact that Bert seemed awfully amused by the whole situation. Turning his face to Jepha, Bam gave the bassist an inquisitive look. Cheek to cheek, he found himself nuzzling against him. He was seriously never this touchy, but fuck... Mr. Hot Shit just had that affect on him. Even if his friends were a little out there and he spent most of the time he was around them like he was missing out on a very important joke.
Bert was practically vibrating in his seat and that was something to be said because that was exactly what Frank was doing. He slid the thin plastic remote across the table top and smiled when it slid right under Jepha’s hand.
Inhaling while he looked at the remote, Jepha glanced at the buttons, and leered at Bam. “It’s not for a car.” He clicked the plus button and smiled at the mewling noise coming from Frank.
“P-please…J-Jeph,” the guitarist whined, curling his fingers tightly against the edges of the table.
“Is that what good boys say, Frank?” Jepha teased, clicking the button up twice more quickly, and sucked his bottom lip in by his teeth at the loud, harsh moan coming from the smaller man’s lips. When he heard a small whimpered ‘yes’ he turned it down until Frank could properly sit up, then leaned into Bam’s ear.
“Hit the plus button,” he whispered quietly, tongue barely tracing the shell of his ear.
Holy fucking shit! He got it now. Whoa. Yeah, Novak had nothing on these dudes and Bam was quite honestly starting to ponder running the fuck way from home. His stomach fluttered at the half lidded look Frank was giving him over the table. Bam licked his lips and arched his neck into the bassist's mouth. Glancing from the device to the man across the table, he let his thumb hover over the button. Bam's cock throbbed in his pants at the thought of what Jepha was asking him to do. It was odd as shit, but fuck... Jeph wanted him too. His eyes fluttered back up to Frank as he pressed the button in for a steady fifteen seconds.
Hazel eyes watched intently as Bam’s finger hovered over the button, the vibration inside his body was just a dull hum, and was bearable on his most sweetest place. Licking his lips, Frank leaned back into the booth, spreading his legs as far and wide as possible, head tipped back to the back of the seat, mouth slightly parted as he watched and waited.
The moment Bam’s finger pressed into the button, Frank arched up, practically sobbing out his moan, and with the way his finger was pushed, it just turned it up higher steadily. “P-please… need to t-touch,” he pleaded, rolling his head to the side to look at Bert.
“Hey, don’t fucking ask me. Who has the remote, Frank?” Bert smiled wide and turned his attention to Bam. “You ask him if you can touch, m’kay, baby?” He told Frankie while gazing at the dude in Jepha’s lap.
Wet lined the guitarist’s lashes as he twisted his head to look at Bam, his form literally shaking and shivering as he sat there in the booth. “P-please…” He shook and trashed his head from side to side, letting the tears slide down his cheeks. “B-Bam,” he panted out his name, desperate to touch himself because the ache in his cock was near painful.
Jepha watched this all with interest but wouldn’t say a word, after all, it was Bam’s decision on if he let Frank touch himself. He pressed a kiss to the side of his neck and smiled.
Bam stared wide eyed at the scene unfolding in front of him. He really wanted to know how the fuck he ended up so fucking lucky. Shit, he'd always been told that his antics would get him into trouble... not thrown in the middle of some hotter than hell.... whatever. Just seeing and hearing the older man beg him; him, Brandon Cole Margera, to let him touch himself... Fucking God, that was hotter than any jerk off fantasy he'd ever dreamed up. But still, he'd noticed Jepha telling the other guys not to touch him. Did that go more than one way? Should he really be doing this? The gentle kiss to the side of his neck made Bam gasp yet somehow solidified his decision. “No?" He replied with a slightly unsure tone to his voice.
Without pressing down, Bam traced his thumb around the button and smiled drunkly. A flirt of a touch and he passed the device back to Jepha. "Definitely not for a car..." He giggled and bashfully met Jepha's gaze through his lashes.
A loud frustrated sob left Frank’s lips and he felt the tears slide over his cheeks, tasting them on his lips when he swiped his tongue over his pink mouth. He dug his nails into the table, scraping them over the ledges, and tried to control the shiver in his body.
Jepha kissed Bam’s lips, licking across the seam, and sucked on his bottom lip momentarily while he held onto the remote. “Well, Bam said no, Frankie… and I have the remote now. Look at me, sweetheart,” he commanded; though it was soft, he grinned when Frank made an effort to glance at him over the table. “I’m going to let you cum, touch yourself…” He nodded his head to the guitarist’s lap. As soon as he saw Frank’s hand going for his pants, Jepha clicked the remote up as high as it would go; the loud buzzing audible.
The sight of the smaller man getting off was most definitely something to remember and then watching him lick it off his fingers was just fucking hot as shit. Jepha had to shift Bam in his lap, the press of his cock almost fitting into his crack was a tease enough, and with MCR’s guitarist putting on a show, it was like torture. He licked up the side of Bam’s neck and hummed happily, sending the remote back to Bert.
“Don’t worry, Frankie… it’s not completely over yet, Gee and I have some plans for you when we get back to the hotel.”
Gerard nodded his head and reached to the side, pulling the smaller man across his and Bert’s lap. He kissed at his temple and rubbed his stomach softly.
God-damn, Bam seriously wished to hell they'd get to the hotel already. He wasn't stupid... he knew exactly what was pressing up against his ass. And it had turned him on more than he ever realized anything should to see Frank jerk off and shit in front of him. That and each and every time Jepha touched his neck, Bam felt like he was going to bust a nut or something pretty damn close. Turning his head to face Jepha, Bam let his lips linger in front of the other man's. Just from what he had already seen tonight, an idea struck him. Ever so softly, he spoke. "Can I kiss you again?"
The look Jepha gave Bam at the question he was asked; conveyed the thoughts he clearly had running through his mind, and God, all he really wanted was to bend him over and fuck his pretty ass raw. At least he’d wait to the hotel for that though and then there was the question of would Bam want to be with him for the tour, not only to stay, but to be his. From what they’d let him see at the table, he was more than sure the other man would be ready for it, if not there was always time.
“Yes,” he answered, reaching up to slide his fingers up and into black and purple locks, not making a move to press forward. Bam asked, he would be the one to make the move.
Leaning into Jepha's touch, Bam pressed forward until their lips met. Shivering at the feeling of metal against his mouth, he whimpered softly and deepened the kiss. He licked at Jeph's lips just like Novak had shown him until the other man's mouth parted them and let Bam's tongue slip in. At this point, he wouldn't have cared if they had an audience of a hundred or four.
That was exactly fucking it. Jepha made a sound in the back of his throat, curling his tongue around Bam’s, and flicked the ball of his piercing over that soft tongue that was so delicately touching his. Jesus. Fuck. As the bus slowed and pulled to a stop, Jepha had to pull away. Smiling wide, he stood up, arms fitted around Bam’s body, and holding him into his arms, he laughed as he started walking off the bus. “If my drunk ass falls, we’re going down for good.” He heard the other four getting up and follow along behind, the sound of Frank’s soft whimpers made him smile.
Authors: absinthe_memory & trollsttroll
Chapter: 3
Fandom: Jackass/MCR/Viva La Bam/The Used AU
Pairing: Jepha Howard/Bam Margera; implied Bam/Novak; implied Bert/Gerard/Frank/...more?
Rating: NC-17
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...
Chapter 1, 2
The door to the back of the bus flung open and Bert practically fell inside with Gerard and Frank. "Jesus fucking Christ, Jepha..."
"Uh yeah?" Jeph asked, taking a small sip of his beer; more for show than anything else. He didn't really want to drink anything, just wanted to taste Bam on his tongue all night. But he knew that wasn't possible with the three in front of them.
Frank cocked his head toward the door and smiled. "Got some shots with your name on it."
"What do you say, Bam?" Jepha asked, looking the man over, an almost secret smile on his lips.
Shit. Fuck. If they meant at a bar, he was so fucking screwed. "What like drive somewhere?" Bam nearly squeaked. He tipped the beer to his mouth to hide his flustered state.
"Nah, man. We got our own bar... thing on the bus. Come on," Bert urged, walking over to the pair on the couch, and tugged Bam up to his feet by his hand. The dude looked smaller than Jepha and if he could get anyone to move, he'd pick Jepha's squeeze for the tour.
Jepha rose to his feet after Bert hauled Bam to his. "All right, lead the way. But ya'll keep your greasy paws off, mmkay?" He smiled and slid his arm around Bam's waist.
Without even thinking, Bam let himself fall against Jepha's chest. He grinned slyly at the three other men. No one here was any the fucking wiser that he wasn't even eighteen yet. He's just had his first blow job and from a dude no less! He was already feeling the beer he'd been sipping and he more than anything wanted to return a favor to Jeph.
Gerard was the first toward the door leading them back out into the main area of the bus where they all usually gathered. To Jepha's surprise, there were already shots on the table. He slid into the booth, effectively bringing Bam in with him, and seated them across from Gee, Bert, and Frank. Turning toward Bam, Jepha pointed with his index. "Gerard Way of MCR, Bert McCracken of The Used, and Frank Iero of MCR. Guys, meet Bam."
"Want a shot?" Jeph asked, picking up one for himself and sliding one over to Bam next to him. Might as well get down to it, he'd rather drink than sit around watch the three across from them make-out again.
Bam waved shyly at the three men. He wanted to say they’d met, but hell why would they remember some punk ass kid dragging them shit-faced drunk to their hotel room? Taking his shot in hand, he glanced over at Jepha and tried to whisper quietly. “What is it?”
"I don't--"
"Jager," Frank said, picking up a shot of his own.
Jepha smiled and hit his glass with the men at the table and tipped the small glass up. He watched Bam while he lit him and Bert a cigarette. "Tonight's show was fucking kick ass, I can't wait to do it again tomorrow."
"I know, the crowd was awesome," Gerard answered, skipping the shot that was placed in front of him, and slid it over to Bert.
"Are you coming to watch tomorrow's show?" Bert asked Jepha's new fling.
"Uh..." Bam glanced at Jepha out of the corner of his eyes. Would hot shit get him free tix and a pass for the rest of the festival? That would kick so much fucking ass. "...I don't exactly have tix to all three days..." Trying to avoid having to talk more, Bam brought his shot to his lips and mimicked how the men had drank then. Him and Ry had only ever really snuck Budweiser. As soon as the shit hit the back of his throat, he knew he was in trouble.
“Man, fuck that shit…we’ll get you all the stuff you need. Anything for our Jepha,” Bert murmured, sending a wink to their bassist and poured the pair of them another shot. He grinned over the rim at the guy sitting next to Jeph, wondering when shit was about to get fun.
“Ah huh, whatever, Bert.” He picked up his second shot and downed it.
“And don’t worry about it, Bam. It’s Bert’s way of saying we’re getting you the tickets and passes you need to hang out with our sorry asses for the next couple of days.” Jepha slipped his hand down between them and patted his thigh.
Frank leaned into Gerard and flicked his ashes into an unused glass that the rest of them were doing. “Do you smoke?” He asked, pushing the pack and lighter at Bam in case he wanted one.
Smoking, Bam could do. And he wasn't exactly talking about cock. Though he was willing to try that shit out too. Novak had introduced him to the wonderful world of Djarum clove cigarette the second time they'd made out after all.
Tapping a stick out, Bam slid one between his lips and lit it. At least doing this, he wouldn't look like a total spaz when he gagged on whatever shots they were handing out.
He sipped at his beer and smoked in silence just watching all the guys interact. Spreading his legs wide, Bam made sure that his knee pressed against Jepha's thigh.
Jepha slid his hand up and to Bam’s inner thigh, just letting it rest there. “Where’s Dan the man…?”
“Fucking Bob, probably,” Frank replied, seemingly disinterested, though he was really gazing at Jepha and the new boy at their table.
Gerard threw up his hands. “Honestly we’re like a bunch of fucking perverts. I swear every fucking time we’re on tour with you fucks all of us are fucking.”
“Babe, can you say fuck one more time?” Bert bit his lip and brought his cigarette to his lips.
“Fuck!”
Laughing, Jepha moved his hand up and to the back of the booth, twisting his body to the side, and let his arm stretch out, stopping short to curl in the hair at the back of Bam’s neck. “I’m so happy that I’m at the end of the hall and not near any of your rooms, I can’t hear myself wank when the three of you are at it.”
Bert shook his head from side to side. “You’re just jealous cause of all the hot shit that happens in my room. That’s all.”
“Aw, you know it.” Jepha flashed them all grin, shifting his hand down to the hem of Bam’s jeans and slid his index inside, pushing his finger over the bone in little swipes.
Jepha's first touch on the nape of his neck sent shivers down Bam's spine. He really fucking wished they were alone again. Not that it wasn't awesome as shit to be hanging out with rock stars, but fuck this was his virginity they were talking about! A cloud of smoke curling around his face, Bam tried not to jump when Jeph's finger grazed over his hipbone. Bowing his head, he silently sipped on his beer and pulled drags off of his cigarette... he felt so out of place but still it kicked so much ass to even be there!
“When are we heading back to the hotel? I’m tired as fuck…”
“Tired from fucking,” Gerard cut in and snatched the cigarette that was hanging from Jepha’s boy’s lips, only to take a long haul of his own, and then passed it back.
Finger still brushing softly over Bam’s skin, Jepha leaned in, and sealed his lips around the filter that had been freshly placed between Bam’s fingers. He took a haul, inhaling sharply, then exhaled across the dude’s neck. “Pass me a beer.” The fact that he could touch in front of the rest of them was all too good, but he wondered if he could coax the other man into maybe spending the night in his room.
Grinning lazily at Gerard and Jepha's antics, Bam licked his lips and leaned over to grab a beer. He managed not to squeak as Jepha's touches spread further over his skin by his hips and stomach. He was seriously starting to feel drunk. He hoped he didn't look like some kind of light weight. Smiling what he hoped was his cutest fucking smile when he turned to hand Jeph his beer, Bam met the bassist's eyes as the room swayed around him. "...uh, here..." He mumbled almost bashfully.
Taking the beer from Bam’s hand, Jepha twisted the top off, and flicked the cap at Bert. “Wake up, asshole.” He smiled and leaned his head on Bam’s shoulder whilst taking a sip. Dude, how long does it take for some people to hang out and then head back to a hotel? Seriously some people take too long.
“I’m awake, just on my way to being drunk off my ass, and looks like you are too…or seriously in the need of a bed to pass out on,” Bert teased.
Jepha shook his head, smile spreading over his lips while he turned and planted a quick kiss to the side of Bam’s neck. “Mm, not passing out, maybe other things…”
A shit-eating grin spreading across his face, Bam turned to Jepha. "... seriously?" He whispered. Sure Ape and Phil would be totally pissed that he didn't go straight back to the hotel after the show... but, some shit was just more important. Some shit like Mr. Hot Shit Rock God. He nuzzled Jepha's chin with a smile. "Can we go like... now?" He asked trying to sound like he was joking, but in all seriousness there was nothing he wanted more at the moment.
Eager, eager, eager. Oh, but Jepha loved it, loved it far too much to not smile like he was. Maybe, after a chat with Bert, he’d figure out what to do about all of that. “Too drunk to walk, baby… and I can’t drive this piece of shit, plus we’re waiting for cock tease to come on the bus.”
“Mikey is not a cock tease!” Gerard protested with a laugh.
Frank giggled loudly and shook his head, notching his cigarette out in the unused shot glass. “He so is, Mikey is the biggest cock tease on the fucking tour.”
Blue eyes rolled open and gazed down the booth to the guitarist, a secretive smile slowly spreading across the singer’s lips, and he almost looked predatory. “I think we’ll have to fix that, then won’t we, Gerard.”
“Go easy on him Bert, Frankie’s drunk, and let’s face it, we’re all pretty shit-face right now.”
Nodding his head, Bert leaned across the table and pecked Jepha’s lips. “M’kay, only because you say so, and I’m pretty drunk…”
Bam tried to hide the pursing of his lips and the narrowing of his eyes when Bert leaned over and planted a kiss on Jepha's mouth. Yeah, it was mega-stupid to be getting so jealous, but damn it... Bert obviously already had two dudes, why couldn't Mr. Hot shit be just his? In a bit of a tiff, Bam reached out and grabbed another shot and downed it angrily. Slamming the glass down in a huff, he slumped against his seat. Yeah, the three fucking Musketeers needed to make like a tree and leave.
Not one to miss something, Jepha watched as Bam slammed down his shot, and slumped in the seat, maybe looking a little rejected. He leaned in, his tongue barely swiping over his ear. “Don’t be put out, Bambi…Bam,” Jeph murmured, nipping on his earlobe. When it seemed that even his words weren’t really getting through, the bassist grabbed the other man’s face in his hands, and kissed him hard; right in front of the other three.
Yeah, fuckers that's right. It's me he wants, not your slutty asses! It took every ounce of will power in his body not to climb right onto Jeph's lap at that point. Instead, he surged forward latching his hands onto the other man's wrists. Bam sucked and nipped an Jepha's lips whimpering a little loudly but only allowing it to let him blush... not pull away.
Pulling back with a rather large smile, Jepha licked his lips and nodded at Bert. “We need to talk later… and stop fucking smiling, I said we need to talk.” Though Jepha couldn’t stop the smile on his own lips, even as his fingers curled in Bam’s soft hair.
“I’m not saying shit, man… just I’m kinda all happy over here…” Bert smiled over at Bam and then back to Jepha, half bouncing in his seat. He knew what that meant and couldn’t wait to talk shit over. He just hoped the dude sitting next to Jeph would be all for it.
Glancing between the two men with a slightly dazed expression on his face, Bam tried to piece together exactly what all the cryptic half coded shit they seemed to be saying to each other meant. He bit his lip and cocked his head a Jepha. He didn't really expect an answer. Not now... maybe not ever... but damn it all if he was curious as hell. Bam could feel Bert's eyes on him, but couldn't really tell what the dude was thinking. Were him and Jepha exes? That had to be weird if they were and why would this Bert dude be so happy about Jepha getting all happy about him. Shit, Mr. Hot Shit was happy about him?! No fucking way! Fuck, he almost wished he was one of his cats, Mischief or Trouble, just so he could all cuddle up on Jeph and start purring or some wild ass shit.
“Fuck that shit, we’re talking now,” Bert declared, “Fuck outta my seat.” He shooed both Gerard and Frank and nearly vibrated in place while waiting for Bam to move so that Jepha could get out. He couldn’t help but reach out and touch Bam’s neck thoughtfully, smiling in a dazed sort of way and stepped to the side when he stood up for Jeph.
“Keep your hands off, Bam’s mine,” Jepha said with a smile when Bert slid his arm around his waist when he stood up and out of the booth. He was joking, or it seemed to be, but both Gerard and Frank knew below it all what the talk was going to be about. He didn’t have much else to say as Bert was basically shoving his ass down the hall and to the back of the bus where they had found him and Bam.
Gerard looked up when they left, smiling at Bam over the table, and exhaled a long line of smoke. “Glad that you might be coming to more shows…”
Bam tried not to look too upset as he watched Jeph walk away with another guy. Turning his attention to the guy who he thought was named Gerard but was a tad too drunk to keep shit straight, he replied. "Yeah, man... fucking loved the pit during these guys' show!" Absentmindedly rubbing his chest, Bam smiled and relaxed back into his seat. He decided that he definitely liked Gerard; dude seemed to go out of his way just to be nice to him. And not just cuz he was here with Jeph... or at least Bam didn't think so.
“Bert certainly knows how to get a crowd going,” Gerard said with a thoughtful smile and flicked his ashes on the top of Frank’s hand.
The guitarist looked down with a smile, drawing a heart with his finger over the ashes, and smiled at Gerard. He then looked over to Bam and noticed a slight bruise on the side of his neck. “Nice to see Jepha with someone…” He trailed off.
“We’ll see, Frankie,” Gerard whispered and kissed his temple, fingers weaving through the black and red locks.
They were definitely speaking English, so why did it sound like it was in code again? Bam glanced longingly at the door to the back of the bus hoping and praying Jepha would be out soon. As nice as either of his friends were, he wasn't really interested in either of them. Dragging a beer off of the table, he sipped at it casually as he let his eyes wander around the bus giving it a more thorough look over. How cool of shit would it be to live in a place like this. Rock stars had it all going on for them.
It didn’t take them more than a few minutes to talk about it and what it came down to was Jepha was most definitely going to ask Bam if he wanted to come on tour because there was just something about him that he liked. Liked a whole hell of a lot and it was a quick jump, but it was just a fucking tour. Besides there was always shit to pass the time with anyway. He strolled out of the back of the bus with Bert and plopped down on the outside this time, making Bam slide to the back. He wasn’t in his seat for more than a minute until the boy they’d been waiting for ran up on the bus in a fit of giggles.
“I’m so here and drunk and… who is that?” Mikey pushed up his glasses and dropped to the floor, pulling his feet under him.
“Mikey, this is Bam, Bam this is Mikey, Gerard’s brother and the cock tease.” Jepha introduced them with a wave of his hand.
“Bite me, Jepha.” Mikey poked his head up and let his chin rest on the table, smiling at Bam. “Hi! Man, you totally look like you read comics, do you?!”
When the bus gave a lurch, signaling they were actually starting to move, Jepha smiled into Bam’s neck.
Totally looked like he read comics?! Shit, did this guy see past his act? Fucking fuck. "Uh, not really actually...." Bam lied. Pressing his neck against Jepha's face, he let out a sigh as his eyes slid shut. Yeah, he was sooo fucking drunk and Mr. Hot Shit felt sooo fucking good. Not even trying to hide the shiver that coursed through his body, Bam let the next lurch and turn of the bus throw him further against and into Jeph's arms. Fuck, yeah...
When Jepha got an armful of Bam, he smiled, and hauled him right into his lap, holding him in his arms with his nose pressing into his cheek. He could see Bert smiling and tried not to smile either but it was pointless. “Coming back to my room?” He whispered in Bam’s ear.
“And it sucks that you don’t read comics, we’re all a bunch of dorks, and read that shit compulsively,” Jepha said a bit louder so everyone knew that he wasn’t just mumbling sweet nothings to the guy in his lap.
Pressing even more against Jeph's chest, Bam nodded. "... yeah." He gasped as the bassist's hot breath caressed his ear. Shit, he hoped his tent wasn't too fucking obvious to everyone. Smiling and laughing lightly at Jeph's comment about the comics, Bam glanced around the bus as his head swam.
The bus gave another lurch, nearly sending the bassist on his back in the booth. He laughed out loud, holding onto the table with one hand and Bam in the other. He licked his lips and brought a fresh cigarette to his lips, attempting to light it with that hand. “Couldn’t he drive this fucking thing any better, feeling like my insides are gonna be all blended and shaken.” He blew the smoke over the side of Bam’s neck and gazed at the three across from them. He was wondering if Bam was catching the little differences…
Suddenly, Frank’s knees banged in the table, body jumping in his seat, and he threw his head back, lips parted in a loud moan.
Jepha winked at Bert and nosed against Bam’s cheek.
“T-Turn… o-off. Shit-fuck!” Frank dropped his forehead to the table, panting harshly against the smooth surface.
Eyebrows shooting up, Bam regarded Frank with a confused look. He had absolutely no fucking clue what was going on except for the fact that Bert seemed awfully amused by the whole situation. Turning his face to Jepha, Bam gave the bassist an inquisitive look. Cheek to cheek, he found himself nuzzling against him. He was seriously never this touchy, but fuck... Mr. Hot Shit just had that affect on him. Even if his friends were a little out there and he spent most of the time he was around them like he was missing out on a very important joke.
Bert was practically vibrating in his seat and that was something to be said because that was exactly what Frank was doing. He slid the thin plastic remote across the table top and smiled when it slid right under Jepha’s hand.
Inhaling while he looked at the remote, Jepha glanced at the buttons, and leered at Bam. “It’s not for a car.” He clicked the plus button and smiled at the mewling noise coming from Frank.
“P-please…J-Jeph,” the guitarist whined, curling his fingers tightly against the edges of the table.
“Is that what good boys say, Frank?” Jepha teased, clicking the button up twice more quickly, and sucked his bottom lip in by his teeth at the loud, harsh moan coming from the smaller man’s lips. When he heard a small whimpered ‘yes’ he turned it down until Frank could properly sit up, then leaned into Bam’s ear.
“Hit the plus button,” he whispered quietly, tongue barely tracing the shell of his ear.
Holy fucking shit! He got it now. Whoa. Yeah, Novak had nothing on these dudes and Bam was quite honestly starting to ponder running the fuck way from home. His stomach fluttered at the half lidded look Frank was giving him over the table. Bam licked his lips and arched his neck into the bassist's mouth. Glancing from the device to the man across the table, he let his thumb hover over the button. Bam's cock throbbed in his pants at the thought of what Jepha was asking him to do. It was odd as shit, but fuck... Jeph wanted him too. His eyes fluttered back up to Frank as he pressed the button in for a steady fifteen seconds.
Hazel eyes watched intently as Bam’s finger hovered over the button, the vibration inside his body was just a dull hum, and was bearable on his most sweetest place. Licking his lips, Frank leaned back into the booth, spreading his legs as far and wide as possible, head tipped back to the back of the seat, mouth slightly parted as he watched and waited.
The moment Bam’s finger pressed into the button, Frank arched up, practically sobbing out his moan, and with the way his finger was pushed, it just turned it up higher steadily. “P-please… need to t-touch,” he pleaded, rolling his head to the side to look at Bert.
“Hey, don’t fucking ask me. Who has the remote, Frank?” Bert smiled wide and turned his attention to Bam. “You ask him if you can touch, m’kay, baby?” He told Frankie while gazing at the dude in Jepha’s lap.
Wet lined the guitarist’s lashes as he twisted his head to look at Bam, his form literally shaking and shivering as he sat there in the booth. “P-please…” He shook and trashed his head from side to side, letting the tears slide down his cheeks. “B-Bam,” he panted out his name, desperate to touch himself because the ache in his cock was near painful.
Jepha watched this all with interest but wouldn’t say a word, after all, it was Bam’s decision on if he let Frank touch himself. He pressed a kiss to the side of his neck and smiled.
Bam stared wide eyed at the scene unfolding in front of him. He really wanted to know how the fuck he ended up so fucking lucky. Shit, he'd always been told that his antics would get him into trouble... not thrown in the middle of some hotter than hell.... whatever. Just seeing and hearing the older man beg him; him, Brandon Cole Margera, to let him touch himself... Fucking God, that was hotter than any jerk off fantasy he'd ever dreamed up. But still, he'd noticed Jepha telling the other guys not to touch him. Did that go more than one way? Should he really be doing this? The gentle kiss to the side of his neck made Bam gasp yet somehow solidified his decision. “No?" He replied with a slightly unsure tone to his voice.
Without pressing down, Bam traced his thumb around the button and smiled drunkly. A flirt of a touch and he passed the device back to Jepha. "Definitely not for a car..." He giggled and bashfully met Jepha's gaze through his lashes.
A loud frustrated sob left Frank’s lips and he felt the tears slide over his cheeks, tasting them on his lips when he swiped his tongue over his pink mouth. He dug his nails into the table, scraping them over the ledges, and tried to control the shiver in his body.
Jepha kissed Bam’s lips, licking across the seam, and sucked on his bottom lip momentarily while he held onto the remote. “Well, Bam said no, Frankie… and I have the remote now. Look at me, sweetheart,” he commanded; though it was soft, he grinned when Frank made an effort to glance at him over the table. “I’m going to let you cum, touch yourself…” He nodded his head to the guitarist’s lap. As soon as he saw Frank’s hand going for his pants, Jepha clicked the remote up as high as it would go; the loud buzzing audible.
The sight of the smaller man getting off was most definitely something to remember and then watching him lick it off his fingers was just fucking hot as shit. Jepha had to shift Bam in his lap, the press of his cock almost fitting into his crack was a tease enough, and with MCR’s guitarist putting on a show, it was like torture. He licked up the side of Bam’s neck and hummed happily, sending the remote back to Bert.
“Don’t worry, Frankie… it’s not completely over yet, Gee and I have some plans for you when we get back to the hotel.”
Gerard nodded his head and reached to the side, pulling the smaller man across his and Bert’s lap. He kissed at his temple and rubbed his stomach softly.
God-damn, Bam seriously wished to hell they'd get to the hotel already. He wasn't stupid... he knew exactly what was pressing up against his ass. And it had turned him on more than he ever realized anything should to see Frank jerk off and shit in front of him. That and each and every time Jepha touched his neck, Bam felt like he was going to bust a nut or something pretty damn close. Turning his head to face Jepha, Bam let his lips linger in front of the other man's. Just from what he had already seen tonight, an idea struck him. Ever so softly, he spoke. "Can I kiss you again?"
The look Jepha gave Bam at the question he was asked; conveyed the thoughts he clearly had running through his mind, and God, all he really wanted was to bend him over and fuck his pretty ass raw. At least he’d wait to the hotel for that though and then there was the question of would Bam want to be with him for the tour, not only to stay, but to be his. From what they’d let him see at the table, he was more than sure the other man would be ready for it, if not there was always time.
“Yes,” he answered, reaching up to slide his fingers up and into black and purple locks, not making a move to press forward. Bam asked, he would be the one to make the move.
Leaning into Jepha's touch, Bam pressed forward until their lips met. Shivering at the feeling of metal against his mouth, he whimpered softly and deepened the kiss. He licked at Jeph's lips just like Novak had shown him until the other man's mouth parted them and let Bam's tongue slip in. At this point, he wouldn't have cared if they had an audience of a hundred or four.
That was exactly fucking it. Jepha made a sound in the back of his throat, curling his tongue around Bam’s, and flicked the ball of his piercing over that soft tongue that was so delicately touching his. Jesus. Fuck. As the bus slowed and pulled to a stop, Jepha had to pull away. Smiling wide, he stood up, arms fitted around Bam’s body, and holding him into his arms, he laughed as he started walking off the bus. “If my drunk ass falls, we’re going down for good.” He heard the other four getting up and follow along behind, the sound of Frank’s soft whimpers made him smile.