Yesterday was national kissing day, and I was talking about how it would have been a good excuse for a kiss meme, and how it seemed those kind of themed memes seemed to have died out a little
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Fill: Dan/The Used "Welcome to the Band Dan"rokittomarsJuly 12 2011, 18:27:15 UTC
Unsurprisingly, Bert gets to him first.
Dan knew that touring with this band was going to be a giant mindfuck of awesomegrossdrummingweirdamazing but the whole...hazing thing, because really, that's all he can call it, is bizarre, mildly disgusting, and...well, kind of awesome. Pretty much everything he came to expect with the Used.
---
With Bert's, he hadn't known. It had just seemed like the kind of thing Bert McCracken would do. Which, you know, it really was. So, the flying tackle outside their (and Dan finds the fact that he can refer to it as part of something his, undeniably awesome) tour bus which had resulted in Dan flat on his ass with Bert's giant fucking tongue in his mouth wasn't really that unexpected.
"HI!" Bert screams in his face, once he disengages from Dan with a slobbery popping noise.
"Good to see you too," Dan laughs and pushes Bert off of him, the latter still giggling like a loon. He eyes Quinn and Jepha warily. Quinn grins at him, wincing when the Bert monkey clambers up his back with a stray knee in his ribs. Jepha just smiles quietly, watching it all with an air of amusement and resignation.
So, Bert's was, for all purposes, rather normal.
---
Quinn's was a sneak attack right before a show. They had been about week in the tour, still high on the moving and playing and fans. Dan had been warming up, running through rudiments and basic beats, combinations to get his wrists moving.
"Hey," Quinn sidled up beside him, guitar already strapped on, forming random chords on the muted strings. The entire green room stank of something burned and metal after Bert had "experimented" with the microwave that Dan was almost positive the venue was never offering artists again.
"S'happening, Quinnilius?" Dan grinned at him, big and goofy and excited, adrenaline working up in his veins, ready to just go and hit something.
Which nearly happened when dry lips pressed up against his grin and he early lost one of his sticks in surprise. Quinn was gone in a flash, over on the other side of the room before Dan could breathe in properly, laughing with a wayward tech. Dan shook his head and reaffirmed his grip on the sticks and went right on warming up.
---
So, he had figured it out. There was a hazing thing happening. Except instead of creepy boys in prep schools beating each other with soap bars in socks, Dan was instead assaulted with his bands' mouths. Which you know, there were definitely worse things. Especially considering Jepha had yet to go, and Dan had maybe been wondering what his labrets might feel like.
---
Jepha eventually caught him in the bunks. Not exactly, in bunk, which, you know, Dan totally had not been thinking about since the one show where Quinn insisted Jepha prance around stage shirtless. Anyway, he was in the hall between the bunks when he was "caught". (Or laying ambush. He likes to keep his stories interesting.)
"Jepharee-mo-dee!" Dan exclaimed, when he wandered in, "Are you going to molest me?"
Jepha laughed at Dan's faux-concerned face, then adopted a thoughtful look, "Depends, are you going to report me?"
"ALWAYS REPORT MOLESTATIONS DAN!" Bert's voice filtered in from the lounge area.
"That's not what you told me dickwad!" Quinn exclaims before the distinct sound of Bert tackling Quinn to the ground follows.
Jepha's all out giggling know, his labrets wonky from smiling too hard, and Dan can't help leaning down for a taste. Jepha's kiss is sweet, almost chaste, and Dan cups a hand around his jaw to keep him there, eliciting a shiver from Jepha.
"I HEAR KISSING!" Bert yells, "WELCOME TO THE BAND DAN!"
Dan knew that touring with this band was going to be a giant mindfuck of awesomegrossdrummingweirdamazing but the whole...hazing thing, because really, that's all he can call it, is bizarre, mildly disgusting, and...well, kind of awesome. Pretty much everything he came to expect with the Used.
---
With Bert's, he hadn't known. It had just seemed like the kind of thing Bert McCracken would do. Which, you know, it really was. So, the flying tackle outside their (and Dan finds the fact that he can refer to it as part of something his, undeniably awesome) tour bus which had resulted in Dan flat on his ass with Bert's giant fucking tongue in his mouth wasn't really that unexpected.
"HI!" Bert screams in his face, once he disengages from Dan with a slobbery popping noise.
"Good to see you too," Dan laughs and pushes Bert off of him, the latter still giggling like a loon. He eyes Quinn and Jepha warily. Quinn grins at him, wincing when the Bert monkey clambers up his back with a stray knee in his ribs. Jepha just smiles quietly, watching it all with an air of amusement and resignation.
So, Bert's was, for all purposes, rather normal.
---
Quinn's was a sneak attack right before a show. They had been about week in the tour, still high on the moving and playing and fans. Dan had been warming up, running through rudiments and basic beats, combinations to get his wrists moving.
"Hey," Quinn sidled up beside him, guitar already strapped on, forming random chords on the muted strings. The entire green room stank of something burned and metal after Bert had "experimented" with the microwave that Dan was almost positive the venue was never offering artists again.
"S'happening, Quinnilius?" Dan grinned at him, big and goofy and excited, adrenaline working up in his veins, ready to just go and hit something.
Which nearly happened when dry lips pressed up against his grin and he early lost one of his sticks in surprise. Quinn was gone in a flash, over on the other side of the room before Dan could breathe in properly, laughing with a wayward tech. Dan shook his head and reaffirmed his grip on the sticks and went right on warming up.
---
So, he had figured it out. There was a hazing thing happening. Except instead of creepy boys in prep schools beating each other with soap bars in socks, Dan was instead assaulted with his bands' mouths. Which you know, there were definitely worse things. Especially considering Jepha had yet to go, and Dan had maybe been wondering what his labrets might feel like.
---
Jepha eventually caught him in the bunks. Not exactly, in bunk, which, you know, Dan totally had not been thinking about since the one show where Quinn insisted Jepha prance around stage shirtless. Anyway, he was in the hall between the bunks when he was "caught". (Or laying ambush. He likes to keep his stories interesting.)
"Jepharee-mo-dee!" Dan exclaimed, when he wandered in, "Are you going to molest me?"
Jepha laughed at Dan's faux-concerned face, then adopted a thoughtful look, "Depends, are you going to report me?"
"ALWAYS REPORT MOLESTATIONS DAN!" Bert's voice filtered in from the lounge area.
"That's not what you told me dickwad!" Quinn exclaims before the distinct sound of Bert tackling Quinn to the ground follows.
Jepha's all out giggling know, his labrets wonky from smiling too hard, and Dan can't help leaning down for a taste. Jepha's kiss is sweet, almost chaste, and Dan cups a hand around his jaw to keep him there, eliciting a shiver from Jepha.
"I HEAR KISSING!" Bert yells, "WELCOME TO THE BAND DAN!"
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