Current mood:	determined
Current music:	Flogging Molly - The Lightning Storm
Entry tags:	mcr: matt cortez, my chemical romance, the used, the used: jepha howard

FIC: With Friends Like These- MCR/The Used, Matt/Jepha Adult 2a/2
full header and part one

(apologies for cut-tag fail. Boo & jealous!kitty assistance without enough coffee)

Brian was on his to kill list right there with Bert. Maybe even higher on it.

If Matt couldn't do much with the equipment for a couple days, Brian was putting him to use otherwise, and renting him out too, it seemed. The bus was no sooner parked than Brian was on it with keys to fuck knew whose car and a list of errands to run, including shopping lists written on envelopes of cash. He had to wonder who had fleas though when he noticed the flea shampoo on the one list, if it was one of the few dogs brought along for some insane reason or some of the skankier looking techs. There were a couple that made Bert and Gerard look like poster boys for good personal hygiene.

Brian lived mostly for the fact he confirmed Matt and Jepha would have a room to themselves that night in the midst of giving the assorted orders for the errands run.

Even with all the bullshit, the AC in the car worked, and half the stores seemed to be set to Antarctica so he couldn't complain too much. It was a day half out of the heat even if it was annoying as fuck and possibly even more exhausting than usual.

Brian let him go with the last round of errands—which was shit for the guys, and The Used and the rest of their crew. Brian had the other set of keys to the car so it could all be left in there once he got it and the car could be parked in front of his room at the motel for the night. Brian had the bands and crew all in a row of six rooms where they were staying. He was basically free. He could do his goddamned laundry at the laundromat he spotted near the motel, then go run for the last round of crap and straight to the motel. He didn't have to get the car keys back to Brian until the morning.

**

The biggest bitch of showering with the damn cast was getting the plastic bag wrapped around it himself but eventually he managed. He was ready to cuss at how much his wrist started to throb by the time he was done but he got it. Washing his hair basically one handed was annoying too, honestly.

He probably would have hunted Bert down and beaten him straight into the ground if it was his other wrist that had been broken. Not able to jack off decently with his mind on Jepha and that night? Oh hell yeah, there would be no maybe about killing Bert.

He surprised himself by even getting a little nap in. Couldn't deny that by the fact he woke up at the almost timid knock on the motel room door.

Jepha stood there looking almost scared. Bert hanging on his arm with a shit-eating grin. Gerard a couple steps off looking like he was fighting giggles about god knew what. It was Gerard and giggling over something that had nothing to do with where he was or what was going on is actually kind of normal, and a well enough known fact it might have saved his life a couple times. Quinn was standing behind Bert and Jepha grinning like a loon. Branden was leaning against the other side of the doorway with a tired look.

Mikey was standing behind Gerard looking wasted to not knowing his name blinking and blank faced leaning against Ray who kind of looked like he didn't know whether to shit or go blind or run away in panic and was keeping Mikey from falling over.

“Go the fuck away all of you,” Matt rolled his eyes. “And make sure he doesn't lay down tonight, Ray, he's fucked,” he frowned at Mikey.

“I'm no part of this, I'm waiting for them to move,” Ray said tightening his hold on Mikey who tried to lean away and nearly toppled over.

“What the fuck did he take?”

“Dunno, he got slipped something,” Ray shook his head looking a bit disbelieving. Matt wasn't so sure about the slipped something as opposed to took voluntarily but at this point it wasn't worth arguing, Mikey was fucking trashed.

“Will you please drag those two idiots off by the hair, Branden?” Matt looked at the sanest of Jepha's band.

“Yeah,” Branden agreed and grabbed Quinn by the arm, and Bert by the hair. Bert protested with a scream. Gerard stopped struggling to not start giggling to protest as well. Brian's shouting was heard from the distance. Matt grabbed Jepha's wrist and tugged gently, pulling him in the room, shutting the door and locking it just as Brian got there and attempted to rip into them all at once.

Matt took Jepha's bag and tossed it off to the side. “You're not responsible for Bert. Or Quinn.” Matt shook his head reaching for Jepha and pulling him close.

Jepha leaned into him. “Been a long time, I was getting nervous—Bert...”

“Got helpful to the point of driving you to a nervous breakdown and hiding?” Matt guessed.

Jepha nodded, kind of trying to hide his face in Matt's neck.

Matt started planning ways to beat some goddamned sense into Bert. For the next few weeks it sure as hell was his place to do so. He wasn't sure he wanted to guess the crap Jepha had gotten for the rest of his band just being themselves in the past.

“Go get cleaned up and soak a little, make it easier. I was gonna grab something to drink earlier, fell asleep instead. Be back in a little while okay?”

“Yeah.”

Matt managed to get Jepha's head up and kissed him hungrily. “I get them.”

Jepha gave him a relieved smile.

“You get upset if I take after Bert's ass and scare the fucking piss out of him?”

“Would you hurt him?”

“Not much. Maybe shove him into a wall on the way to getting into his face. Nothin too much.”

“Not sure it'd do much good,” Jepha muttered.

“Maybe not but I've got a few weeks it's my place and there's more than one wall in the world.” Matt sighed. “I get them. You are not in trouble for them, ever. Not with me. Bert needs the piss scared out of him, and a knocked into wall doing it wouldn't hurt either.”

“You just wanna knock Bert into a wall,” Jepha said with a wavery smile.

“Well, yeah. But at the moment there's actually a reason to.”

Jepha laughed, weakly, relaxing a little.

Matt kissed him again, slowly mapping every contour of Jepha's mouth. Jepha pressed against him clinging and needy, on the edge of wrecked in all the wrong ways. Almost a desperation in how easily and how fucking completely Jepha submitted to the kiss. Matt's good hand slid down, kneading and squeezing the curve of Jepha's ass, pulling him tighter against Matt. Jepha whined into the kiss. The enjoying but near pained note to Jepha's whine had Matt ending the kiss. “You okay? Fall or something today?”

“Bruise easy. Bruises from this morning,” Jepha answered.

Matt filed that little tidbit away in his mind. Definitely something to remember and pay attention to, that bruises didn't go too far later.

“Mmm,” he dipped his head, scraping his teeth along Jepha's neck. He filed away how Jepha quivered and his breath caught with a little hitch as he pressed a little more against Matt. Matt pressed his teeth a little harder against Jepha's skin. Swallowing back the growl at the soft needy whine that escaped Jepha and the way he shivered against Matt. That would definitely work, and be easier on his wrist by the time he was done with pulling off strips.

“Go on, you get cleaned up and just soak for a good ten, fifteen minutes. I'm not going to be long. Knock Bert into the nearest wall and get some Gatorade or soda or something from the Quik-Stop across the road. Want anything? Probably too late for booze to be sold if you wanted any.”

“Whatever's fine. No booze,” Jepha said quietly.

“'Kay,” Matt gave him one more kiss, loving the way Jepha just clung. “Go on, I won't be long. If you're done before I get back I shouldn't be but a couple minutes, but I want you naked on the bed waiting.”


**



The first thing Matt noticed was the heat. Even if the sun had gone down hours before it was still muggy and sticky-still and miserable as hell out. The second was the batch of idiots had only moved two doors down and still outside. Brian ripping into Bert and Quinn. Branden was leaning against the wall of the motel mostly bored as if he was just there in case of need to sit on Bert or something. Bryar was standing behind Brian with a heavy hand on his shoulder. He seemed like he was there just in case of physical restraint becoming necessary to keep Brian from beating Bert into the ground.

No sign of Ray, Gerard or Mikey which wasn't all that surprising. And that was actually just about perfect too. Matt didn't want to see them. The fucking idiot he wanted to throttle was right there twenty or so feet away. That's all that really mattered.

“You. Stupid. Motherfucking. Bastard,” Matt growled as he approached.

“He has to sing in two days!” Brian snapped taking a step back which gave Matt a clearer path to Bert. Permission to a point. Matt was just fine with that.

He grabbed Bert and slammed him up against the building's wall. White hot pain exploded in his bad wrist, shooting up his arm and exploding in agonized sparks behind his eyes and just pissed him off all the more. His good wrist got scraped to hell on the side of the building as he managed to get Bert's hands pinned between his back and the wall.

“Oww! You're smashing my balls!” Bert complained.

“I'm about ready to smash your fucking head into the wall!” Matt snarled and pressed his leg and hip that much harder into Bert.

Bert finally comprehended he was in deep shit and his eyes went big and terrified.

“There's a point to Back. The. Fuck. Off. Bert!”

Bert gulped.

“Anyone not getting how you idiots work would destroy Jepha eventually, or at least turn shit bad real fucking fast because they got fed up with you, so you got a bit of it right. But you go way too fucking far. I get how you fucking morons work. Fuck! Jeph and I settled what the hell AFTER you broke my fucking wrist, asshole. THAT'S the point you fucking butt out. He's mine til the end of the fucking tour—you stay the fuck out of that. Got it? He was fucking—just waiting for me to say fuck it and forget it or take out how fucking pissed I am at you on him. Or both. Most would at least say fuck it and forget it because they hit their limit of you,” Matt hissed dangerously, his voice low enough not to carry. Anyone from the tour passing by wouldn't think much of Bert being pinned against the wall, or at least not worry about it with Quinn, Branden and Brian all there and not interfering.

“You're not though, right?” Bert asked in a small scared voice. “You're not telling Jepha to forget it? Gee says you wouldn't get mean but you're not going to forget it? Right?”

“If I was going to forget it would I be here trying to knock some fucking sense into your thick skull?”

“Most people just want to knock me into a wall anyway,” Bert shrugged, or attempted to, the movement sending fresh pain through Matt's wrist.

“Would Quinn, Branden and Brian be letting me?” Matt managed to grate out.

“Maybe. Branden's usually pissed at me. Brian about half the time.”

“Jeph's mine til the end of the tour. Stay the fuck out of it. You piss me off? I'll come knock you into another wall, or a tree or the side of the nearest van or bus or truck or some damn thing, got it?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

Oh. Fuck. His wrist was going to knock him out in a damn minute. “Any of you assholes have anything stronger than goddamned ibuprofen for my wrist. What they gave me knocks me out in about fifteen minutes.”

“Darvocet?” Brian sighed ignoring the narrow-eyed look from Bryar.

“Yeah. That's good. How many you got?” Matt ignored the raised eyebrow from Branden.

“What're you talking?”

“Two now, maybe two later. Just enough to make my fucking wrist tolerable. Darvocet gives me a mild buzz but they don't do more than that and not an issue tonight, just taking things nice and easy. Still need my wrist to get through it. You were with me.”

Branden's eyebrow thankfully went down.

“Don't remind me,” Brian muttered rolling his eyes. He looked at Matt a second, nodded and started digging in the messenger bag over his shoulder. Bryar looked like he kind of wanted to slam Brian up against the wall right next to Bert and start shouting as Brian came up with a Tylenol bottle and started shaking pills out into his hand, the majority of them Toradols. “Here, I got six.” Brian picked out and handed the Darvocet over. “Shut the fuck up, Bryar.”

“Haven't said anything—yet,” was Bryar's slightly dangerous reply. Matt wished him luck if he started ripping into Brian. Brian could use knocked upside the head on the subject and he wasn't the only one. It probably wouldn't do fuckall, but more power to Bryar if he stood half a chance of getting Brian to listen.


**


Matt dropped the couple bottles of sports drink and the two liter of diet cola in the cooler near the door. The ice in it was about half melted into water but still more than cold enough to do. He took a sip of the bottle of soda he'd kept out of the cooler. Two Darvocet had been washed down the second he got out of the Quik-Stop and should be kicking in soon. The other four were tucked in his pocket.

He toed off his shoes and socks kicking them off to the side and crossed over to the bathroom, knocking softly on the door before opening it. There was just a shower curtain around the tub rather than an plexiglass doors on a track. The curtain was left wide open and Jepha was sunk down in the water in the tub as much as he could be, eyes going wide and hand fisted loosely around his dick.

Matt leaned against the door frame with a smile and let his eyes roam over Jepha. He took a swallow of his soda staring as Jepha bit his lip and stayed deliberately still, a blush rising up his cheeks. Matt's eyes drifted back to Jepha's dick, and the piercing he had. That definitely was going to require some attention and investigation later.

Jepha swallowed hard.

“Need to come before we start?” Matt asked quietly.

Jepha bit his lip, clearly wanting to say yes and just as obviously not wanting to displease or disappoint Matt.

“Do. Bring yourself off,” Matt whispered. Jepha gulped at the words. “Wanna watch you, give a bit more time for the Darvocet I got off Brian to kick in...couple beers worth of a buzz is all it really does to me, but it'll take off the edge in my wrist. Not going to get upset if you'd rather just shave yourself and fuck since I took 'em. Not going to get upset if you decide to call halt before we're done either. I don't play fucked up, Jeph, I won't. Won't when you're fucked up either. Needed something to take the edge off my wrist though.”

Jepha looked at him for a long moment. “You knocked Bert into a wall, didn't you?”

“Yeah. Just shoved him into it and got in his face. Drew him a picture where the hell the line to butt out was, and promised to knock him into another wall or tree or something the next time he crosses it, and the time after that. Quinn, Branden, Brian and Bryar were all right there.”

It was a given Bert would cross the line again, and again, and probably again before he figured out where it was. It also went unsaid Bert, Quinn, Branden, Brian and Bryar all knew he took the damn darvocet too. Jepha was looking too fucking worn and wrecked for Matt to consider shit but slow and easy vanilla if he didn't feel completely safe. Too fucking wrecked and worn for notat least slow and easy vanilla if he didn't feel completely safe too.

“He means well.”

“Tryin' to watch out for you but doesn't know when the fuck to quit or at least back off,” Matt agreed with a smile.

“Want to...” Jepha whispered.

Matt nodded. “Bring yourself off,” he ordered softly. “Wanna watch you.”

Jepha's cheeks went a little redder and he swallowed hard again but the hand on his dick started moving.

“Shh, just close your eyes and relax, take your time and show me what feels good.”

Fuck. Jepha did. He struggled a bit to relax at first, but so completely obedient and desperate to please and soon enough lost in the rhythm of his hand stroking his dick. Just goddamned incredible and gorgeous how easily and totally Jepha let go.

Matt pressed the bottle of cola he had against the fly of his jeans, eyes locked Jepha. How his hand moved around and over the ring through the head of his dick, the rock of his hips and slosh of the water in the tub. Little whimpering noises as he got—not quite rough but a little less careful in his strokes. Absolutely everything showing on his face, in the movement of his body.

“That's it, Jeph,” Matt grated out grinding against the bottle pressed to his crotch, cold and wet from condensation seeping through denim.

Jepha whined and water sloshed as he jerked his hips one last time.

Damn. Jepha was fucking gorgeous when he came.

Jepha bit his lip, slowly opening his eyes and looking toward where Matt leaned in the doorway. Shy and needy and desperate.

“C'mon, out of the tub, Jeph. Get dried off,” Matt said quietly, rubbing the bottle against his own erection through the denim of his jeans before bringing it to his lips to take another drink. Jepha stood slowly on rubbery legs, breath still fast and unsteady as Matt quick ducked out of the bathroom doorway and went to what he wanted from the little purple tub.

“Hey, uh uh,” Matt shook his head when he returned to the bathroom, Jepha was looking almost crushed. As if he thought maybe the night was over or, hell, Matt didn't know.

“Been on your own so long you're just wrecked, aint'cha?” Matt sighed sitting the razor package and shaving cream on the sink and reaching for Jepha. Too many scattered single night hookups with doms who wouldn't spare a moment to consider dealing with the rest of the band, not even for a sub as damned sweet and pliant as Jepha. That was clear enough in the shaky nervous in Jepha's expression, wanting so fucking bad and scared to death something was going to cause an early end to the night or the promised coming weeks.

He nipped Jepha's lip before kissing him slow, hungry, his hand sliding down to that grab-able just perfectly rounded ass, kneading gently as he pulled Jepha flush against him. Matt rocked his hips just a little, denim rubbing against Jepha's still sensitized cock which made Jepha whine into the kiss.

“Slow and easy tonight, ain't no other way about it with my wrist yet, but we got the rest of the tour. Gonna love every minute of takin' care of you, and not even Bert being Bert is gonna change that.”

“Sorry,” Jepha whispered.

Matt nipped his lip hard. Jepha whined and melted against him. “So sweet and pretty. Goddamn you gotta be fucking amazing when you've been pushed to the edge. So sweet and pretty and needy, just soak everything up. Wish my wrist wasn't fucked so I could give you what you really need tonight. Soon though.”

He shuffled and turned them, pushing Jepha back against the sink, pinning Jepha against it with his hips, grinding against him just enough to draw another sweet little whine out of Jepha. Matt kissed Jepha hard, demanding absolutely everything. Jepha made a needy sound into the kiss, pliant, willing, so fucking sweet as he gave over to the kiss, to Matt.

His hand slid up into Jepha's hair, fingers tangling and pulling sharply as the kiss turned rougher. Jepha moaned and trembled against him, only the need to stay standing keeping him from going totally boneless against Matt.

“So fuckin' sweet,” Matt rasped out.

Jepha was breathless and wide eyed, needy and willing for anything he could have, whatever Matt would give him, do to him.

“So pretty,” Matt nipped Jepha's lip again. He pressed a soft chaste kiss to Jepha's lips, hand untangling from his hair, stroking his fingertips down Jepha's cheek and jaw as he pulled back from the kiss. His hips still pinning Jepha's against the sink. His fingers trailed down Jepha's neck and chest before reaching behind him for the can of shaving cream. He nuzzled Jepha's cheek, the rasp of a day's growth of beard against his lips. “Take care of this first.”

Jepha just stared at him, eyes wide, a hitch to shallow breaths as Matt shook the shaving gel and managed to get some on his good hand blindly fumbling a bit with the damn cast behind Jepha's back. He set the can down and leaned back a little, hips pressing that much more into Jepha's and started to smooth the shaving cream on Jepha's cheek with the fingers of his hand with the cast.

“You okay, Jeph?” Matt asked carefully smoothing more shaving cream onto Jepha's skin.

“Yeah—” Jepha whispered, confusion and aching need in his eyes.

“What? Never had anyone shave you?”

“Not my face—” Jepha murmured.

Matt smiled and couldn't resist dabbing the tip of Jepha's nose with the shaving cream. Needy lost little puppy look was just irresistible. “Gonna take good care of you, spoil and pamper you tonight, slow and easy by inches since that's about all my wrist will take.”

He managed not to cuss getting the damn razor out of the package, wanting to just throttle Bert for about the thousandth time that day. Thank god the blade was already in it and thank god only a 'half-cast' on his wrist that only went up to the center of his palm rather than all the way to his knuckles like the damn thing he'd had when he was twelve did. It was bad enough as it was.

He took a step back, Jepha whined at the loss of contact.

“Shh, shh,” Matt whispered, reaching behind Jepha and turned on the tap.

Jepha trembled and his breath caught. His eyes widened even further and he shivered at the scrape of the razor over his skin. Matt just marveled at how completely and amazingly Jepha let go. Jepha ever found himself a dom, Matt was going to have to help Bert make sure they appreciated what they had. By the time he finished Jepha was half hard and so needy.

He pinned Jepha against the sink again with his hips. Grinding against him hard and claiming Jepha's mouth for a rough kiss with a growl. Matt nuzzled at the now smooth skin of Jepha's jaw as he caught his breath, scraping his teeth along Jepha's neck. Jepha shivered with a hitch in his breath and gave a little mewl as Matt nipped sharply.

“Like that, Jeph?” Matt husked and nipped Jepha's neck again.

“Mmmhmm,” Jepha breathed.

Matt's fingers slid down Jepha's arms, catching his wrists and lifting them to settle Jepha's hands on his head. He nipped Jepha's bicep hard, getting a whine in response. “Shave what's getting shaved now. Okay?”

Jepha swallowed and nodded.

Matt let go of Jepha's wrists, fingertips trailing over his arms again, bend of elbow, down his upper arms. Jepha squeaked and twitched when fingertips reached his stubbly-haired armpits.

“Ticklish?” Matt raised an eyebrow.

Jepha looked like a condemned man as he gave a wide-eyed little nod.

“Try not to tickle,” Matt promised. He reached for the shaving gel again, making sure his touch was firm enough that he didn't deliberately tickle as he spread it on the stubbly hair. Jepha's eyes were huge, breath and knees shaky. It might be a little thing, but sometimes the little things, even unsexy or non-sexual completely, were what hit the hardest and pushed someone right over the edge. And Jepha was just pretty as hell falling away as Matt made quick work of shaving Jepha's pits, not wanting to tickle or push buttons too far that they went the wrong way with Jepha's body hair quirk.

Matt kissed Jepha, slow and deep, until some of the shaky-tremble eased. He rinsed the razor again and slid to his knees in front of Jepha. Short stubbly hair possibly just past the edge of the itching like hell growing back stage wouldn't be that difficult to shave.

“Mmm that is pretty,” Matt leaned and licked at the silver hoop through the head of Jepha's dick, teased at the head, licking his slit. Jepha was fully hard again and his breath was coming in quick soft little gasps. Matt leaned in a little more, scraping his teeth carefully along the length of Jepha's dick, just enough to make him nervous but not to hurt. “Think I'm going to have to tie you up and play with that before the tour's over. Tie you up so you can't move, play with you 'til you don't know your name,” Matt mouthed the head of Jepha's dick again, tongue teasing at the ring. “Ride you.” Fuckin' pretty as hell, and he was curious what that piercing would feel like, Jepha all tied up and helpless would be goddamned gorgeous too.

Jepha gasped.

Matt looked up, “What, Jeph?” he asked softly. Shock bordering on Matt couldn't quite say what made him cautious and not a little confused. Bondage of every stripe from ropes to just rough being manhandled and bodily pinned down figured heavily on Jepha's 'like' list. A like list that matched up all but perfectly for Matt from either side of playing.

Jepha swallowed and shook his head.

“Jepharee,” Matt growled quietly. “Tell me.”

“Never—never topped with a guy, not even like that...” Jepha whispered.

“Not tonight, but you're gonna,” Matt said softly, reaching for the can of shaving gel again. “That piercing is too pretty not to play with and enjoy. Gonna tie you down and enjoy the hell out of using you. I liked fucked sometimes and you've got a pretty dick. Never had anyone pierced like this. Oh hell yeah. Once at least.” Take a bit of doing to find a place to manage that but he would.

Jepha shivered, his dick twitched a little. His eyes were just blown, already nothing but unravelled neediness and desire to please. So fuckin' pretty.

“Don't you dare come, Jeph. Not 'til I'm balls deep in you and say you can,” Matt ordered as he squirted gel into his hand and started smoothing it on an inch or so of skin around the base of Jepha's dick. “Stand straighter, legs apart, Jepha.”

Jepha didn't hesitate in what he was told, hands still on his head where Matt had left them. Jepha gave a gaspy little whine as Matt gently played with his balls under the guise of smoothing on shaving gel. Jepha didn't so much as twitch, breath shallow and careful, so beautifully, obediently still as Matt shaved just the little bit immediately around Jepha's dick and his balls. And goddamn was the cast a pain in the ass.

Matt couldn't resist leaning forward, and licking at Jepha's piercing again, tugging just a little with lips and tongue, before taking Jepha's dick in his mouth as deep as he could, piercing nudging oddly at the back of his mouth before pulling away. He got back to his feet, his still scraped and bruised knee not too damn happy about kneeling.

So. Damn. Pretty. Jepha was fucking incredible. He caught Jepha's mouth for another kiss, Jepha leaned into it so perfectly malleable and willing.

“Clean up in here,” Matt ordered softly with a gentle nip at Jepha's chin. Not really much to clean up, Jepha's clothes, rising the tub and sink. “I'm gonna get the wax melting.”

“Okay.” Jepha whispered, teetering up out of the headspace he'd reached, just enough to look nervous.

“You're being so good, so perfect,” Matt assured him with chaste kiss brushed across Jepha's lips. “Fuckin' love every second of taking care of you. Got any of those toys on your list with you?”

Jepha nodded.

“In your bag?”

Jepha nodded again.

“Get them when you're done cleaning up in here.”


part 2b