FIC: Not Quite An Alley
Title: Not Quite An Alley
Band: The Used
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: Slight d/s
Disclaimer: I’m not The Used. I don’t own them. This is only real in my fan girl mind.
Authors Notes: First foray into bandom, here’s hoping that it doesn’t completely suck. HUGE Thank You to why_me_why_not for the beta job, the hand holding and for being an amazing friend.
Summary: He wanted to nod, indicate that yes, he understood. But the last time he had done that, Dan had left him panting, hard and aching in an alley next to a 7-11 just outside of Philadelphia’s city limits.
He’d been taken by surprise. The rational part of Jepha’s brain was telling him that he should push Dan away and continue on to the stage. They had a show to play. They had to be onstage in a matter of minutes. There were people wandering all over the backstage area. The crowd was screaming in anticipation that the band could hear all the way in the dressing room.
Jepha should really push his drummer away from him for all those reasons.
Instead he made a muffled sort of groan and felt every inch of him snap to attention when Dan pushed him up against the rough wall and pinned his wrists above his head with one of his own hands while the other worked at his belt buckle.
Dan leaned in close so his mouth was right next to Jepha’s ear and said just loud enough to be heard, “Don’t move, don’t make a sound, and I’ll let you come.”
He wanted to nod, indicate that yes, he understood. But the last time he had done that, Dan had left him panting, hard and aching in an alley next to a 7-11 just outside of Philadelphia’s city limits.
Jepha had always been a quick learner. So he held perfectly still as the larger man worked his belt and pants open and pulled out his already hard cock. Jepha felt the bones in his wrist grind together painfully for a brief moment before they were pressed even more firmly into the wall. The hand that been restraining them released and trailed down his body coming to rest over one of his hips as Dan sank to the floor in front of him.
Dan gripped the smaller man’s hips roughly, knowing that there would be bruises later, and pushed Jepha’s body against the wall behind him, hard and unforgiving. Jepha knew they were short on time and if they didn’t find their way to the stage very soon, Quinn would come searching for them himself, something that should be avoided at all costs. But that didn’t stop Dan from taking a moment to admire Jepha’s cock, hard and waiting, before he licked his way up from the base and closed his mouth around the tip.
Jepha’s breath came in small hitches as Dan worked his way slowly down the length of his cock. He wanted to move, groan, do something to participate but he kept his hands pressed up above his head and swallowed the moan that was working its way up his throat while Dan worked his way down. Jepha knew that it wouldn’t be long. He could never last when Dan did this to him. The fact that he couldn’t do anything, the incredibility short amount of time, the crowd loud and pulsating so very close, the fact that they could be discovered by anyone at anytime frayed Jepha’s control and ability to hold back down to the bone.
Jepha could feel Dan’s lips sliding up and down his length. After starting off so slow, the drummer didn’t take much time to quicken his pace. Working fast and just on this side of too rough, Jepha could feel himself start to tremble under Dan’s hands, his dick pulsing under the other man’s tongue, letting Dan know just how much he got off on this, on the whole situation. It was one that had been repeated before and would be again. Jepha knew that when Dan swirled his tongue over the head of his dick, his breath would catch. He loved that the hint of teeth on the way up would have him biting his own lip to make himself keep quiet. That if Dan took him all the way down, his control would reach a snapping point, and after that Jepha would not only come on command, but be ready to go again after the show thanks to the buzz that would last through the whole set.
Knowing that they’d taken too much time already, Dan decided to put an end to the game and pulled off Jepha with an obscene pop that had the smaller man biting at one of the piercings below his lip to keep himself from protesting out loud.
“Look at me,” he said to Jepha.
Jepha tilted his head down to make eye contact with the drummer on the floor in front of him but didn’t say anything.
“Keep still, keep quiet, but you can come when you need to,” Dan said before putting his mouth back on Jepha and nipping lightly at the tip before opening his mouth up wide and sliding down as far as he could in one motion.
When he felt himself hit the back of Dan’s throat, Jepha couldn’t stop the shudder that ran through his body, and he clenched his fingers into tight fists to keep himself from grabbing at Dan’s hair and urging the other man further down his length. He forced himself to keep as still as possible while Dan paused his motions and took a deep breath before continuing down Jepha’s length even further, sliding down until his lips were wrapped around the base of Jepha’s dick and his noise was pressed against the slight swell of bone of Jepha’s pelvis. He held himself there, with the smaller man’s length filling his mouth and held tightly in his throat before he had to back off from the position to catch his breath.
Jepha wanted to scream, wanted to move, wanted desperately to thrust his hips forward as Dan slid his mouth back up after going so far down. He could feel his release buzzing up and down his spine. He was so close it was painful and Dan’s backing off was pure torture. But then Dan took a deep breath in through his nose and slid all the way back down again.
And again.
And again.
Jepha was shaking and panting heavily, the feeling of Dan taking him all the way down repeatedly too much to handle. He bit his lip and clenched his hands into tight fists as he came, still buried deep in Dan’s mouth and throat, and Dan didn’t miss a step, swallowing everything before finally pulling off the other man and standing.
He reached above the shorter man and wrapped his hands Jepha’s wrists, still pressed against the wall, and pulled them down so Jepha could shake his arms out while Dan tucked Jepha back into his clothing and zipped him up before leaning in and kissing him. Jepha returned the kiss, letting his arms wind around the other man and leaning into him, happily sated and buzzing.
“Where the fuck- oh god, not again,” Quinn’s voice came up on them suddenly, “I swear, we have to be on stage NOW and the two of you are busy molesting each other.”
Jepha lazily rolled his head to see his guitarist. “Jealous?”
“Yes, insanely. I dream of Dan blowing me in kinky ways in crowded places,” Quinn said, rolling his eyes, “Now get on stage before I ruin your afterglow by kicking you in the nuts.”
Dan and Jepha pulled apart and obediently began to head towards the stage. Jepha tried to keep the smirk off his face, and Dan threw an arm around Quinn’s shoulders as he passed to plant a sloppy kiss on the guitarist’s lips, saying, “Anytime you want to join in.”
Jepha could hear the smack to the back of Dan’s head and the resulting laughter as the tech handed him his bass and he got ready to play.
Band: The Used
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: Slight d/s
Disclaimer: I’m not The Used. I don’t own them. This is only real in my fan girl mind.
Authors Notes: First foray into bandom, here’s hoping that it doesn’t completely suck. HUGE Thank You to why_me_why_not for the beta job, the hand holding and for being an amazing friend.
Summary: He wanted to nod, indicate that yes, he understood. But the last time he had done that, Dan had left him panting, hard and aching in an alley next to a 7-11 just outside of Philadelphia’s city limits.
He’d been taken by surprise. The rational part of Jepha’s brain was telling him that he should push Dan away and continue on to the stage. They had a show to play. They had to be onstage in a matter of minutes. There were people wandering all over the backstage area. The crowd was screaming in anticipation that the band could hear all the way in the dressing room.
Jepha should really push his drummer away from him for all those reasons.
Instead he made a muffled sort of groan and felt every inch of him snap to attention when Dan pushed him up against the rough wall and pinned his wrists above his head with one of his own hands while the other worked at his belt buckle.
Dan leaned in close so his mouth was right next to Jepha’s ear and said just loud enough to be heard, “Don’t move, don’t make a sound, and I’ll let you come.”
He wanted to nod, indicate that yes, he understood. But the last time he had done that, Dan had left him panting, hard and aching in an alley next to a 7-11 just outside of Philadelphia’s city limits.
Jepha had always been a quick learner. So he held perfectly still as the larger man worked his belt and pants open and pulled out his already hard cock. Jepha felt the bones in his wrist grind together painfully for a brief moment before they were pressed even more firmly into the wall. The hand that been restraining them released and trailed down his body coming to rest over one of his hips as Dan sank to the floor in front of him.
Dan gripped the smaller man’s hips roughly, knowing that there would be bruises later, and pushed Jepha’s body against the wall behind him, hard and unforgiving. Jepha knew they were short on time and if they didn’t find their way to the stage very soon, Quinn would come searching for them himself, something that should be avoided at all costs. But that didn’t stop Dan from taking a moment to admire Jepha’s cock, hard and waiting, before he licked his way up from the base and closed his mouth around the tip.
Jepha’s breath came in small hitches as Dan worked his way slowly down the length of his cock. He wanted to move, groan, do something to participate but he kept his hands pressed up above his head and swallowed the moan that was working its way up his throat while Dan worked his way down. Jepha knew that it wouldn’t be long. He could never last when Dan did this to him. The fact that he couldn’t do anything, the incredibility short amount of time, the crowd loud and pulsating so very close, the fact that they could be discovered by anyone at anytime frayed Jepha’s control and ability to hold back down to the bone.
Jepha could feel Dan’s lips sliding up and down his length. After starting off so slow, the drummer didn’t take much time to quicken his pace. Working fast and just on this side of too rough, Jepha could feel himself start to tremble under Dan’s hands, his dick pulsing under the other man’s tongue, letting Dan know just how much he got off on this, on the whole situation. It was one that had been repeated before and would be again. Jepha knew that when Dan swirled his tongue over the head of his dick, his breath would catch. He loved that the hint of teeth on the way up would have him biting his own lip to make himself keep quiet. That if Dan took him all the way down, his control would reach a snapping point, and after that Jepha would not only come on command, but be ready to go again after the show thanks to the buzz that would last through the whole set.
Knowing that they’d taken too much time already, Dan decided to put an end to the game and pulled off Jepha with an obscene pop that had the smaller man biting at one of the piercings below his lip to keep himself from protesting out loud.
“Look at me,” he said to Jepha.
Jepha tilted his head down to make eye contact with the drummer on the floor in front of him but didn’t say anything.
“Keep still, keep quiet, but you can come when you need to,” Dan said before putting his mouth back on Jepha and nipping lightly at the tip before opening his mouth up wide and sliding down as far as he could in one motion.
When he felt himself hit the back of Dan’s throat, Jepha couldn’t stop the shudder that ran through his body, and he clenched his fingers into tight fists to keep himself from grabbing at Dan’s hair and urging the other man further down his length. He forced himself to keep as still as possible while Dan paused his motions and took a deep breath before continuing down Jepha’s length even further, sliding down until his lips were wrapped around the base of Jepha’s dick and his noise was pressed against the slight swell of bone of Jepha’s pelvis. He held himself there, with the smaller man’s length filling his mouth and held tightly in his throat before he had to back off from the position to catch his breath.
Jepha wanted to scream, wanted to move, wanted desperately to thrust his hips forward as Dan slid his mouth back up after going so far down. He could feel his release buzzing up and down his spine. He was so close it was painful and Dan’s backing off was pure torture. But then Dan took a deep breath in through his nose and slid all the way back down again.
And again.
And again.
Jepha was shaking and panting heavily, the feeling of Dan taking him all the way down repeatedly too much to handle. He bit his lip and clenched his hands into tight fists as he came, still buried deep in Dan’s mouth and throat, and Dan didn’t miss a step, swallowing everything before finally pulling off the other man and standing.
He reached above the shorter man and wrapped his hands Jepha’s wrists, still pressed against the wall, and pulled them down so Jepha could shake his arms out while Dan tucked Jepha back into his clothing and zipped him up before leaning in and kissing him. Jepha returned the kiss, letting his arms wind around the other man and leaning into him, happily sated and buzzing.
“Where the fuck- oh god, not again,” Quinn’s voice came up on them suddenly, “I swear, we have to be on stage NOW and the two of you are busy molesting each other.”
Jepha lazily rolled his head to see his guitarist. “Jealous?”
“Yes, insanely. I dream of Dan blowing me in kinky ways in crowded places,” Quinn said, rolling his eyes, “Now get on stage before I ruin your afterglow by kicking you in the nuts.”
Dan and Jepha pulled apart and obediently began to head towards the stage. Jepha tried to keep the smirk off his face, and Dan threw an arm around Quinn’s shoulders as he passed to plant a sloppy kiss on the guitarist’s lips, saying, “Anytime you want to join in.”
Jepha could hear the smack to the back of Dan’s head and the resulting laughter as the tech handed him his bass and he got ready to play.