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 2b/2
full header & part one || part 2a

**

Matt had everything ready, just needed to turn the little warmer on to melt the wax. He grabbed his soda and ambled back to the bathroom doorway watching Jepha. Jepha's breath caught, blush rising up his cheeks.

Matt didn't make a sound, just watched as Jepha cleaned the sink and razor, set razor and shaving gel can neatly back next to the tap. He knelt at the side of the tub and rinsed it, giving Matt a nice view of that pretty ass, and bruises the shape of his fingertips from that morning that held Matt's attention. So. Fuckin'. Pretty.

Definitely had to keep in mind how easily Jepha bruised. If he bruised that easily, Matt would have to be extra careful with the amount of force. Pain, bruises and marks were one thing, a severe hematoma with clotting in it that required medical tretment would have Brian killing them all, just as soon as he recovered from his stroke. Bryar just might kill him for giving Brian a stroke. Bert out for blood didn't even deserve contemplation, the man was dangerous enough when he was being helpful. Definitely had to be careful to wind Jepha to hyper-sensitive and hyper-aware rather than down in a way that nothing registered and able to take the most brutal working over and beg for more.

“Gorgeous little ass, I like my bruises on your ass,” Matt whispered just barely loud enough to be heard as Jepha set aside the little plastic cup he'd been using to rinse the tub. “Think you're going to have get used to having at least a couple bruises on your pretty little ass for the rest of the tour, 'cause that's fucking gorgeous.”

Jepha trembled with a barely choked back whimper, the glance he stole in Matt's direction turned on and pleading. Oh hell yeah. He was going to keep that pretty little ass with at least a bruise or two. Jepha looked as turned on by that as Matt was. And he was winding up, every sense straining in awareness of Matt standing and watching him.

“Like that idea?”

“Yeah,” Jepha almost-squeaked, breath catching as he nodded slowly, attention quickly turned to picking up the towel he'd used and hanging it over the side of the tub. His clothes were already in a neat enough pile that merely needed picked up and taken out of the bathroom.

Matt caught him, hand pressed against Jepha's chest when he would have squeezed by out of the bathroom, and gave Jepha a soft kiss that left him wide-eyed confused, off-kilter even further. Matt just smiled at him and took a step backwards to let Jepha through the bathroom doorway.

Jepha made his way over to where his duffel bag was stuffing dirty clothes into the plastic bag pulled from it and quickly shoved back in.

Matt couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up at the little toddler-sized denim backpack Jepha pulled from his duffel. Tinkerbell. The damn thing actually read “Going to Grandma's” in pink lettering with Tinkerbell on it.

“Bert?” he choked.

Jepha was scarlet. “Drunk off his ass snooping dumped my duffel bag before I got it put away. Branden claimed he was scarred for life. Quinn landed on his ass, drunk came through and, uh, kinda uh...trippedonmydildo. Bert decided I needed something just for...”

Matt leaned against the wall laughing. It was far too easy to picture that. “C'mere, Jeph,” he managed around laughter.

He grabbed Jepha and pulled him close. “Poor baby, you deserve a medal for putting up with your band some days.” The Going-To-Grandma's Tinkerbell backpack and Jepha's hand caught between them. Laughter was tamped down but he was still grinning as he leaned to kiss Jepha, hungry and demanding, Jepha whined and melted against him nearly crushing him into the wall, forgetting all about being horrified by his Tinkerbell bag or Matt laughing at the insane drunken hurricane that was Bert McCracken.

One kiss melted into another, and another. Jepha pliant to almost boneless leaning into him embarrassment crushed and driven away by surrender to Matt's brutal kisses and arousal. For about the millionth time that day Matt silently cursed Bert, cast on one hand, bottle of cola still in the other keeping him from grabbing Jepha like he wanted just now and maybe leaving another fingertip shaped bruise or five on Jepha's ass.

“Gimme the bag and lay down on the bed, Jeph.”

Matt followed Jepha with his eyes, taking another drink of his cola before following to sit on the edge of the bed next to Jepha. The soda set aside and Jepha's little bag of toys unzipped. The dildo, vibe and plug weren't a surprise. The pair of metal handcuffs weren't either, not really. At least they didn't surprise him but did make him raise an eyebrow. That Jepha had brought those on tour when he wasn't with anyone.

“Quinn stole them from Branden and gave them to me to hide a couple weeks ago. Branden picked them up at a stop. There was a dollar store across from the Wal-mart and got them. Part of a cowboy sheriff play set—he used them to cuff Bert to the bathroom door on the bus when Bert was too wasted to figure out how to undo them,” Jepha said blushing again. “Quinn wanted them gotten rid of before Brian saw them and thought it was a good idea.”

Matt bit the inside of his cheek but couldn't quite contain the smile.

The last thing from the bag had him eyeing it speculatively. Jepha went still and tense which arched up Matt's interest a bit further. It was a freaking neon green bubble wand—the pingpong paddle sized type to just wave through the air with assorted different sized and shaped holes, each with a raised ridged ring around it to hold a little bit bubble soap. The plastic had enough give and sturdy enough that while it wouldn't hold up to anything rough, it was whippy and resilliant enough for using and would give a nice light sting to tease with though. He wasn't going to ask exactly how that came to be in the Tinkerbell bag though and Jepha didn't seem to be offering.

It also would only take like three bucks, if that, and the nearest Wal-mart or dollar store or anything like that to replace. Always a plus for anything taken along on tour.

“Creative,” Matt murmured and leaned down to nip at Jepha's bottom lip. “I like that a lot.”

Matt sat back up, finger tips trailing along Jepha's arm before catching his wrist and moving it so his hand rested in Matt's lap. The first bit of wax and strip applied.

Jepha's breathing turned harsh, heavy and deliberate through his nose as Matt tugged the strip off. Matt mentally cussing all the way at the stubbornness of the wax and his own clumsiness with the damn cast hampering. The angry red of the skin, tiny little bumps raising where hair had been ripped away was damn pretty. Matt traced his finger up the length of the area and lightly, scratched his fingernail down making Jepha shiver and take another sharp breath. He repeated the action a second and a third time before meeting Jepha's eyes.

“Gonna be tender a day, maybe two as sensitive as your skin seems to be,” Matt whispered, fingernail scratching over the tender skin again. “S'pretty. Be so fuckin' pretty all red and tender, gonna play with you and all that pretty red skin when I'm done.”

Jepha drew another harsh breath through his nose and swallowed audibly.

Tickle-light Matt's fingertip moved over the reddened skin that now had a few raised lines from his fingernail scratching.

“Please,” Jepha whispered.

“Want this?”

“God yeah, please,” Jepha nodded.

Matt set back to work on Jepha's arms. The harsh deliberate breaths with each pull of the strips made burned through Matt. He couldn't resist trailing his fingertips over the reddened patches of skin unnecessarily. The hitch in Jepha's breath when he did so was goddamned hot.

“Turn over, Jeph, do your back next,” Matt said quietly.

Jepha nodded and quickly moved to comply, limbs a little shaky and breath a little fast.

Matt slid his hands over Jepha's back, light enough to almost-tickle. Jepha squirmed with a whine.

The smack sounded loud and startling in the relative quiet of the room, despite the noise filtering in from the rooms on either side there was a quiet between them broken by the sharp slap of Matt's hand on Jepha's ass.

“Be still, Jeph,” Matt's voice barely more than a whisper but the words pure demand as he leaned and bit the back of Jepha's neck. He rubbed away the sting of the red hand print on Jepha's ass. “Gonna hurt worse if your ass is already sore before I wax it.”

Jepha whined and was so forcibly still Matt was sure he was trying to decide if he wanted to wriggle for the hinted at spanking or not. Jepha slowly relaxed, an unthinking reflexive move into Matt's hand massaging his ass got him another hard smack.

God. Jepha's skin showed everything so easily.

“Gonna be still now?”

“Yeah,” Jepha breathed.

Jepha relaxed into the mattress as Matt started on his back, the only sounds in the room Jepha's ragged breathing. Strip by strip Jepha's skin reddening and his breathing a little harsher. A squeak ripped from him along with a few longer fine hairs at the base of his spine.

Little whines with each tug of the strips when Matt moved to his ass, whines turning to whimpers when Matt reached the still pink skin where he'd slapped Jepha's ass.

“Gotta melt some more wax, Jeph,” Matt said softly as he tugged the last strip off.

Jepha made a quiet disappointed sound. Matt wasted no time in putting more wax in the warmer to melt and grabbing the lube and condoms from the nightstand , dropping them next to the toys on the other side of Jepha. That pretty red skin of Jepha's back and ass was just begging to be played with.

“So pretty, all red and hot and tender,” Matt husked leaning down to lick at Jepha's shoulder.

Jepha's breath caught with a whine.

“Gonna be good?”

“Uh huh,” Jepha whispered, his voice a shaky pant.

“Gonna be still?”

“Yeah, try.”

“No grinding on the mattress.”

“Won't,” Jepha promised, desperate and needy.

“You're not going to come either. Right?”

Jepha whined.

“Right?”

“Won't,” he whimpered.

“Not even when I fuck you with one of your toys.”

Jepha whimpered and shifted against the mattress. Matt sat up straight and raised his hand, a sharp open-handed blow landed on Jepha's ass a heart beat later.

Jepha made a strangled sound and stayed beautifully still, trembling with the effort to do so.

Matt leaned back down, unthinkingly putting weight on his bad wrist for a split second and setting it throbbing.

“You're not going to come. Not even when I fuck you with your toys, right?” Matt growled in Jepha's ear.

“Right,” Jepha agreed desperately.

“Such a good boy,” Matt husked and bit Jepha's shoulder. Hard, sharp, quick press of teeth into flesh released just as the sting really started to register.

Jepha mewled.

Matt licked and kissed the spot until Jepha trembled and mewled again, pressing his face into the pillow. Matt's teeth scraped lightly over painful red skin, teasing nips, kisses, licks, harsh fast bites, slow deep presses of his teeth into skin prolonged unitl he risked drawing blood, a perfect line of bruises suckled into skin over Jepha's spine.

Through it all, Jepha stayed still. His breath raggedly labored and gasping, half smothering himself in the pillow. Mewls turned into strangled moans. The wax was almost ready but Matt sure as hell wasn't. Jepha was fucking incredible.

“Ass up, c'mon, knees underneath you, Jeph,” Matt demanded roughly.

Jepha panted and struggled to pull his knees up under him, shoulders still on the mattress. He turned his head enough to draw in heaving gulps of air.

“So fuckin' pretty, so good, Jeph, you're doing so good. You can take more, can't you? You can take a lot more.”

“Please,” Jepha gasped out.

“Such a good boy,” Matt growled and leaned to bite Jeph's un-spanked ass cheek. Teeth pressing in slow and hard as he suckled, raising another bruise that came so easily to Jepha's skin, ringed in bruise-indents of his teeth.

Jepha made a strangled gasp-sob and buried his face back into the pillow for a moment.

“Such a good boy, you're going to take it, aren't you? Going to take everything I give you?” Matt rasped. “So fuckin' pretty with my bruises on you. Not near done with you yet tonight and you're going to take it all, aren't you?”

“Yeah, please.”

God he was incredible.

Matt scraped his thumbnail lightly from Jepha's tail bone, between his ass cheeks down to his balls.

Jepha made another mewling noise.

Matt reached for the lube. Jepha shook with the effort not to press back against Matt's finger.

“That's it, such a good boy.” Matt rasped out, his slick finger tip tracing the ring of muscle lightly. “You're just going to be still and take whatever I give you, aren't you?”

“Yeah,” Jepha gasped out, precariously close to a sob.

The strangled gasps and moans, half smothered into the pillow, Jepha made burned through Matt as he slowly worked his finger into Jeph. The shaking as Jepha fought to stay still as he was ordered, he jerked back with a moan pressing further Matt's finger with the first brush against his prostate.

Matt pulled his finger from Jepha, roughly, quickly with a dangerous growl of “Jeph.”

“Sorrysorrysory godplease,” Jepha half-sobbed, gasping for breath.

“Be still, Jeph,” Matt warned easing his finger back into Jepha. Jepha pressed his face back into the pillow with a moan and shook with the effort to be still.

“That's it,” Matt rasped finally working a second finger into Jepha who was nearly hyperventilating into the pillow and causing the whole damned bed to shake with his efforts to stay still. “That's it.” Jepha gasped and moaned almost sobbed as Matt's fingers sped up, fucking his ass. The shaking worsened.

“Shh,” Matt stilled his fingers inside Jepha, cast scraping over Jepha's back in a move meant to soothe, “C'mon breathe, breathe, Jepha, catch your breath, baby. Doin' so good, so fuckin' pretty and sweet, behave so well...breathe, that's it, catch your breath.”

Fingertips moved lightly over the raised white line on reddened and bruised skin left by the damn cast. Damn Bert and goddamn the cast, in the way of petting Jepha like he wanted to as he waited for Jepha to catch his breath.

“Gonna put the plug in, Jeph,” Matt whispered.

Jepha whined, breath settling from gasps to pants slowly.

Matt twisted his fingers, grazing them against Jepha's prostate. Jepha jerked, smothered a sob into his pillow and trembled all the harder.

“Shh, stay still, Jeph,” Matt ordered and eased his fingers back out of Jepha's body. He reached for the plug and lubed it, Jepha whimpered at the press of it to his stretched hole.

“Shh, you can take it, you can. Know you can. It's your toy, Jeph.”

Jepha made a strangled whine that was almost yes, even if not quite actually a word.

Matt slowly pushed the plug in, easing it forward just a little before sliding back and pushing back in just as slowly and easily and maybe quarter inch deeper than before. Jepha trembled, whined, and gasped through the stretch-burn of the plug being worked into his body.

Jepha was almost hypnotic in his responsiveness. Matt's own breathing was heavy and a little fast as he worked the plug into Jepha. Every gasp and tremble made Matt want to see just how far Jepha could go. The throbbing ache in his wrist had dulled back down to steady and almost ignorable after accidentally putting weight on it. The damn thing was actually helping as far as keeping his own patience and control but the cast was still hampering use of his hand, the ability to touch.

“Okay, Jeph?” he asked softly when the plug was fully in.

Jepha mewled and nodded into the pillow with a little shift that made his breath catch.

“Jeph,” Matt demanded.

“Yeah,” Jepha managed to get out, almost floating-high sound to his voice.

“Lay back down, c'mon time to do your legs. Not near done yet, Jeph,” Matt whispered.

Jepha slowly managed to lay down flat on his stomach again, shifting a little to get comfortable with a moan as the plug shifted inside him.

“Legs apart a little more.”

Jepha smothered a noise into the pillow as he did what he was told.

“Mmmm, you stay just like that, need to wash my hand quick.”


**


Matt leaned against the doorway of the bathroom. Jepha had been left alone long enough to start thinking and get nervy while Matt thought of ways to kill Bert and cursing the damn cast as he washed his hand.

Matt let his good hand drift down to the front of his jeans, grinding his hips forward against his hand. Jepha's breathing quickened a little as Matt stared. Fuck he was pretty. Wrecked and needy and just barely able to think enough again to be nervous. The skin of his back and ass red and irritated where not marked with still-darkening bruises mostly sucked into his skin, legs splayed just a bit, enough to look like an invitation.

Jepha squirmed under his gaze. The squirm made him whimper and grind down a little against the mattress drawing a strangled moan as the plug shifted.

“You okay, Jepha?” Matt asked softly, not moving from the bathroom doorway. The urge to just fucking pounce Jepha, pull out the plug and fuck him til he sobbed was almost overwhelming. They weren't even quite half done yet. Jepha responded to every touch every order so completely. He really was the sweetest most pliant submissive Matt had ever come across.

“Yeah.”

“Read your list, babe, stop in a heartbeat, safe words or not, say no, say it's too much, wait, stop.”

“Please—”

“Please what, Jeph?”

“Don't want to stop.”

Matt smiled. “Good. I don't want to either. So fuckin' sweet, behave and respond just fuckin' perfectly. Push til you're so far gone you can't even remember your name, but the minute I think you're honest to god scared I'm stopping, whether you call halt or not.” Real fear was a rush of it's own. He'd personally had as much good as bad with being scared to hell by a dom getting a bit out of hand when he'd played the other way. Toss up which way that would go, not something he looked for but had never shied away from either, didn't put a stop to til it crossed lines he wouldn't go past.

Jepha though, uh uh. No way in hell. Surprise, adrenaline rush of being caught off guard and pinned, sure, but truly fucking scared and feeling unsafe? No way. Not Jeph. Too sweet and too pliant, too fucking completely submissive, no way in hell was Matt going to let him be scared.

Jepha almost visibly sagged into the mattress. “Want—”

“Shh, not half done, Jeph. You were starting to look nerved up.” Matt crossed over to the bed, sitting back on the edge next to Jepha and leaned down to kiss Jepha's shoulder. “Just making sure you knew.”

“Do, do know,” Jepha murmured.

“Good.”

He slid his hand down Jepha's back. Jepha squirmed as Matt's hand moved over the curve of his ass. He kissed Jepha's shoulder again. “Turn cross ways across the bed, be easier for reaching.”

Jepha did, slowly. Each movement made his breathing a little more strained with the plug inside him. Matt picked up the little Tinkerbell bag and stuffed the dildo and handcuffs back in it, then sat it out of the way on the floor by the nightstand. The vibe and the bubble wand moved just enough out of the way but left out for now.

Jepha cautiously wriggled once he was laying across the bed just below the pillows, getting comfortable with a whine.

Matt slid his hand over Jepha's ass again before reaching for the wax. Jepha sank back down into the sensations of warm wax and the tug-rip-sting of hair torn away, leaving red irritated skin behind. Every tug of the strips made his wrist ache but more than worth it. The tremble in Jepha's body and the whine in his ragged breathing were fucking gorgeous.

“Turn over, Jeph.”

Jepha shakily did so. Little gasps and whines not stifled as the movement caused the plug inside him to shift just a little. Little whimpers escaped as the cheap scratchy sheets rubbed against reddened and freshly bruised skin. The fair skin of his front only colored by the scattered ink of a few tattoos. His dick angry red, leaking and flush up against his belly.

Watching the play of little gasps and winces over Jepha's face was more addictive and distracting than just the sounds and watching him tremble. Jepha completely sank away to nothing but need for being touched, sensation be it pain or pleasure and most of all pleasing Matt. Just complete boneless acceptance of whatever Matt would do to him.

“Turn back the right way,” Matt whispered hand sliding over Jepha's reddened leg, skin stinging-warm and full of little raised bumps of irritation. “Need to melt just a little more.” And his wrist was fucking throbbing, it needed a break.

Jepha moved slowly, limbs rubbery and little gaspy-moans when a movement was too quick or too much at once with the plug inside him. Matt watched with hungry eyes as he started another bit of wax to melting in the little warmer.

Matt slid his fingers over Jepha's cheek once he was again lying the right direction on the bed. “So good, fuckin' gorgeous and well behaved,” he rasped, fingers of his good hand sliding into Jepha's hair, tangling in tight and pulling painfully.

Jepha followed the slow steady pull of his hair, raising his head up to meet Matt's lips, managing to get his elbows under him enough to brace himself with his head and shoulders off the mattress.

Jepha whimpered as Matt pulled back from the kiss. Matt swallowed back the groan that threatened to escape from his own lips.

“Lay back, Jeph, hands above your head, keep 'em there,” Matt whispered. Jepha did just that without hesitation, if maybe not with much gracefulness—long day of nerves and killer heat, a show, not to mention Bert being helpful all added up to Jepha wrung out by the day before he'd gotten to the motel room.

Not a hint of hesitation though, pure need and submission, willing, craving every touch, anything Matt would do. Fuck. Jeph was mind blowing, all sweet and pliant, needy and trusting and his for now.

Matt slid his hand from Jepha's hair, fingertips trailing along Jepha's jaw, down his neck and chest to settle on his hip. Matt stood keeping his hand lightly on Jepha's hip, he wasn't going anywhere, moving but not going anywhere. The split second flicker of upset in Jepha's eyes died before it was fully formed.

He slid his hand further down Jepha's leg and then over to the one nearer him. He scratched short ragged fingernails down the inside of Jepha's leg. Jepha drew a sharp breath ending in a whine. Matt grabbed Jepha's ankle gently, moving his leg so his knee was bent and foot flat on the mattress. A touch to Jepha's other ankle was all it took for him to move that leg, feet wide apart.

Matt moved to settle between Jepha's legs, smiling pleased by the hitch of breath and quiver of muscle in Jepha's thighs as Matt ran his fingertips tickle-light down the insides of Jepha's legs. Jepha's hands fisted into the pillow under his head sinking even further down. So beautiful.

“You can take it, can't you, Jeph?”

“Yeah, please, please,” Jepha got out in a panted rush. “Oh god,” he half sobbed as Matt reached for the vibe.

“You can take it,” Matt whispered. So fuckin' perfect and sweet.

Jepha made a strangled needy noise at the first hum of the vibrator.

“You can take it, so good, bein' so good, Jeph,” Matt leaned down from where he knelt, resting his weight on his elbow, letting his throbbing wrist rest carefully against the mattress. He silently thanked God he had four Darvocet left. Toradol would knock him the hell out and he didn't want to pass out on Jeph tonight.

He licked the inside of Jepha's knee and slid the vibe against his hip.

Jepha gasped, quivering, tensing.

Matt bit the tender skin just above Jepha's knee on the inside of his thigh. The vibe slid against Jepha's ass cheek, drawing a strangled sob even before it touched Jepha's hole and pressed against the plug.

The muscles of Jepha's thighs and stomach clenched and quivered, his cock twitched.

“So pretty, such a good boy,” Matt whispered against Jepha's thigh, sucking at the sensitive skin, drawing a bruise as he pressed the vibe a little more firmly against the plug. Jepha shook and sobbed out a moan. He turned his head and bit the inside of Jepha's other thigh hard.

Matt licked and nipped his way up the inside of Jepha's thighs, leaving teeth imprints and suckled bruises all the way. The vibe slid against Jepha's ass, his hip, his belly, and back again, teasing close to the plug, sliding away without touching it again and again. The vibe finally pressed back against the plug in Jepha's ass.

Jepha bucked his hips with a strangled howl.

Matt screamed, stars exploding behind his eyes as Jepha's ass came down on his casted wrist. Awareness of everything faded into haze of red. Pain consumed everything in a struggle not to just pass out. Tears burned at his eyes, his breath coming in gasps as he fought back the pain and encroaching blackness.

The shaking registered slowly as he tried to steady his breathing and push away the pain. It wasn't him shaking. It was the bed—Jepha.

“Fuck,” Matt panted and shook his head.

Jepha was fucking terrified and on the verge of hyperventilating. His eyes were wide and over-bright with wetness, his erection as wilted and gone as Matt's own. “Sorrysorry—”

“Shh,” Matt cut hit off, pain made his voice sharper than he intended. Jepha was fucking terrified. “Time,” Matt managed to get out. “Time out, Jeph. Not done if you don't want to be but time out.”

Jepha looked so fucking spooked and confused the urge to throttle Bert within an inch of his life was back again. The look in Jeph's eyes. Oh hell yeah, shit had gone sour if not really fucking bad at least a few times due to fed up with Bert. That Jeph had been waiting for something to go wrong, or Matt just to be fed up with Bert, everything done and over had been obvious when he got there and right now he was fucking terrified.

Matt pushed the vibrator and bubble wand out of the way so he could lay down by Jepha before he fucking passed out., “C'mere, Jeph, s'okay, accident, I know. C'mere,” Matt got out around deep heavy breaths.

Jepha was shaking and nearly in tears as he moved. He wasn't expecting to get another good hard pop on the ass for the involuntary buck of his hips, moving without permission. The look on his face, the look in his eyes—Jepha fully expected to get the living hell beat out of him.

“Sorry,” Jepha whispered, voice cracking just a little.

“I know,” Matt agreed, reaching for Jepha with his good hand and nudging til Jeph was practically on top of him. Every movement still sending a fresh thrum of sharp pain through his wrist, making him fight to keep it out of his voice, to keep his breathing even.

“I—“

"Shh, shh. Not a fucking thing is gonna happen when you're scared. You don't feel safe, we're done," Matt managed, breathing heavy and deliberate and fuck his wrist hurt.

Jepha lifted his head enough to look at Matt.

Jepha was just goddamned wrecked, so far down yet he wasn't really rational and terrified half to death. The sick twist and churn in Matt's stomach had nothing to do with the pain in his wrist.

"Time out 'til you feel safe. You want to be done for the night, that's okay. Not going to be mad."

Jepha's breath caught with a frightened little hitch.

"You want to finish, yeah you're getting exactly five good hard pops on the ass for moving when you were supposed to stay still. That you landed on my wrist was an accident. Not gonna beat you for that, Jeph, not gonna hurt you. Not gonna lay a finger on you when you're scared."

“Didn't mean to—,” Jepha whispered in a teary, small voice.

“I know,” Matt lifted his head stretching his neck enough to press a kiss to Jepha's jaw. “I know. We finish tonight—five good hard pops on the ass for moving. Not a damn thing for landing on my wrist. You're not getting punished, not getting beat on for an accident. Mine to take care of for now, not gonna touch you when you're scared, not like that, Jeph.”

Jepha moved his hand, stopping short, terrified, hand hovering in the air just inches from Matt's cheek.

“You can touch, Jeph. Taking a break, not getting in trouble now for anything,” Matt whispered.

Jepha's fingers trembled as they slid over Matt's cheek.

Matt turned his head enough to press a quick kiss to Jepha's palm. “S'okay. S'okay, Jeph.”

Jepha burrowed against him, trembling, nuzzling into his neck.

Matt rubbed his hand gently over Jepha's back, well aware of the bruises and marks there.

The trembling and nuzzling eventually slowed to a stop. Jepha's breathing steadied out.

“Fuck, I'm sorry,” Jepha whispered.

Matt tightened his arm around Jepha for a moment. “Don't be, s'okay. You got scared and needed a few to get back in your head and calm down, it happens.” And he needed the time for his wrist to dull back down to a miserable throb. “I'm not mad at you, Jeph. Thought up a few new ways to torture Bert, yeah...”

Jeph made a soft almost-choked sound. “I'll help.”

“How about spraying cheeze whiz or whip cream down his pants and dumping him on top of an ant hill the next time he passes out?”

“Now that's fucking evil,” Jepha choked out struggling not to laugh.

“Brian might even help—stand a chance of getting Bert to shower or change clothes after that. Think we should run it past him?”

Jepha laughed into Matt's shoulder. “Fuck...Gerard doesn't deserve that. If it worked on Bert, Brian would want to get him too...and you can't even manage a Bert pounce without major injury. A prank war with him would kill you.”

“Hey! I wasn't expecting it. He never jumped me like that before,” Matt fought a smile, relief washing over him as Jepha relaxed into him again. Back in his head enough to know where he was and who he was with.

“Yeah, but he doused your clothes with a gallon of whiskey, that was your warning,” Jepha teased.

Matt did smile at the hand that moved slowly, almost shyly up his chest. He let his his own hand drift lower to the small of Jepha's back almost to his ass.

“I am sorry, fuckin' ruined—” the amusement of a moment before seemed to have faded away into shame.

“Hey, hey, shh, didn't ruin anything,” Matt said. “Only done if you want to be—we both needed a few. That's all.”

Jepha lifted his head enough to look at Matt again.

“I'm the one that fucked up and had my wrist too close, expected you to move some, moved my face back before I got you with the vibe. It was an accident. Shit happens. Told ya I'd stop things if you got spooked...” Fuck Jepha looked so damned miserable. Matt really wouldn't have been heartbroken at calling it a night. His wrist was hurting bad enough to make him nauseous. Jepha just might be broken though if they did.

“Not scared of you,” Jepha insisted.

“I know,” Matt agreed softly. “Been a long couple days though.” Matt lifted his head just enough to brush a kiss against Jepha's lips.

“Still need to do my chest?” Jepha almost asked.

“Yeah,” Matt agreed. “And there's the matter of a few swats for not being still...” he whispered and kissed Jepha again lightly. His hand slid lower yet, moving lightly over Jepha's ass and back up.

Jepha shivered and nodded just barely.

Matt slid his hand part way up Jepha's back then back downward over his ass. “Five now or seven in the morning?”

“Now?” Jepha answered uncertainly.

Matt nodded. “Five. Just like when you moved before, Jeph, just my hand,” he whispered and brushed another soft kiss against Jepha's lips.

Jepha gave another nervous little nod, bottom lip caught between his teeth and nervous bordering on fear in his eyes. Not enough fear for Matt to hesitate or change his mind. Jepha would end up more scared and fucked up if he did.

“C'mon, time to move, Jeph. Just back where you were on your stomach,” Matt whispered, that'd require the least moving after.

Jepha shifted over, a little whine and shiver as the plug in his ass made itself known with his movements.

Matt rolled to his side gritting his teeth against the increased thrum of pain in his wrist moving his arm caused. Thank god he had more darvocet for later. He didn't dare take a toradol. He wasn't going to be knocked out like that tonight.

He carefully rested his casted wrist on Jepha's back and leaned in a little further. Jepha lifted his head enough for the kiss. Too harsh, almost too demanding, press of teeth and piercings.

He pulled back when Jepha whined into the kiss.

“Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Good,” Matt whispered and brushed a soft kiss against Jepha's jaw before shifting, almost sliding over Jepha's body, resting his weight on Jepha a minute.

Jepha relaxed a little more with a sigh. Matt pressed his hips down, grinding against Jepha's ass just a little. Jepha's thighs relaxed a little further apart and he pressed his ass up against Matt.

“We'll get there,” Matt promised, grinding down against Jepha again. “Night's not over, nothin's ruined. Tour's sure as hell isn't over either, Jeph.”

Jepha sighed and melted into the mattress.

Matt bit his shoulder before sliding off Jepha and sitting on the edge of the bed. The first swat made Jepha jerk with a whine. The hard smack cutting through the quiet in the room, noise coming from the rooms either side of them starting to dull down. Matt's palm burned as hotly as the hand print that went white then deep, hot red on Jepha's ass, mixing with the forming bruises of various dark reds and darkening purples left by Matt's hand, teeth and mouth earlier.

The second smack throbbed up Matt's arm and Jepha moaned into his pillow.

“You getting off on your punishment on me here, Jepha?” Matt asked fighting a smile.

Jepha tensed and shuddered.

Matt's rubbed the fresh hand prints on Jepha's ass and leaned down. He leaned down and bit the back of Jeph's neck lightly.

“Fuckin' beautiful how you respond to every little thing.” Matt husked by Jeph's ear. “You don't come until I say so. Not til I'm in you.”

“Won't.”

“I know you won't. So well behaved, just gorgeous,” Matt whispered. His dick was starting to think this was a good idea again, despite the continued throb in his broken wrist. He pressed another kiss to Jepha's shoulder then sat back up. The last three smacks landing in quick measured succession.

“Turn over, Jeph.”

Jepha did with a strangled moan-hitch to his breath. He wasn't quite half hard and just starting to slip back down, still a bit too nervy to quite completely let go. Too nervy for Matt's liking period.

“That's it. Done. Forgotten. Over with,” Matt whispered leaning down to kiss Jepha again, soft reassurance quickly turning to hunger and demand.

Matt pulled back just enough to look at Jepha, still leaning over him when the kiss ended. He threaded his fingers through now-sweat damp hair. “You okay to finish?” Matt asked worriedly.

“Yeah,” Jepha swallowed.

“Kinda want to call bullshit on that, Jeph,” Matt whispered and leaned in for another kiss.

“We'll finish, finish your chest and I'm gonna fuck you,” Matt assured him. Jepha relaxed a little more at that. “Don't push yourself.” Matt ordered softly with another gentle kiss. “Slow and easy tonight remember? Been a long time for you, been a long couple days, not completely sure of me...”

Jepha opened his mouth to protest.

Matt cut him off with a raised eyebrow.

“Trust you,” Jepha whispered.

“I know you do, I know. Still been a long time, a fucking long couple days and new with me. Don't push yourself. Not going to disappoint me, Jeph. Trust me to push you when you need it, don't push yourself.”

Jepha nodded slowly.

Matt gave him another kiss before sitting up straight and tugging off his t-shirt. He wasn't quite able to not wince as he worked the t-shirt sleeve over the cast. He barely had two hands, more like one and a half to manage pulling the strips let alone a hand to keep Jeph's dick out of the way when he got to lower on Jepha's stomach and groin above where he'd shaved. He moved Jepha's half hard and getting harder dick to rest between his thighs and used the t-shirt to hold it in place, straddling Jepha's thighs and kneeling on either end of the shirt.

Matt carefully leaned down and kissed Jepha again. “Okay?” he asked meaning the shirt.

“Yeah,” Jepha agreed.

“Gorgeous,” Matt whispered a while later. Each tug of the strips to remove the wax sent a fresh throb of pain through his wrist barely countered by Jepha's responsiveness, sliding a little further away with each pull of the strips ripping away hair. Jepha wasn't in as deep or desperately needy a place as before, but gorgeous all the same. Each little flare of pain soothed Jepha further, just floating along with it finally calmed again completely and believing an accident wasn't costing him what he wanted anymore than Bert would.

“All done,” Matt dropped the last strip in the little trashcan by the bed.

Jepha made a little sound of almost-disappointment.

Matt leaned down and brushed a kiss across his lips. “On your knees, leaning with your hands on the wall, Jeph.” His wrist wasn't going to take anything that even accidentally put the least pressure on it just now.

Jepha moved slowly, his breath catching a couple times with a reedy hitch. The still-darkening bruises and prickle-rash of reddened skin that had to ache and irritate as he moved. Jepha's skin showed the least little bit of everything. Jepha groaned softly as he got up onto his knees and leaned against the wall.

The steady misery of his wrist kept his fingers from being all that cooperative as Matt undid his jeans and shoved them off. He'd pushed and over done even without Jepha landing on his wrist. Matt stroked himself as he made a mental inventory of the marks on Jepha's skin. None seemed too dark to possibly be a problem later.


Matt frowned at a couple scratches on the small of Jepha's back left by his cast and leaned to kiss the marks as he reached for the condom on the bed. Those he hadn't meant to leave.

He managed not to curse fumbling with getting the damn thing on, fingers of one hand nearing useless with the pain in his wrist. He didn't have a hell of a lot better luck with the cap on the lube.

“Gorgeous, Jeph,” Matt whispered as he knelt behind Jepha. He slid his hand over Jepha's hip, exhaustion as much as anticipation in the slight tremble in his body.

Jepha whimpered softly as the plug was eased out of him. Matt dropped it off to the side not noticing or really caring where it landed as he moved closer to Jepha.

“Hard and fast,” Matt whispered. Gorgeous as Jepha was, and as much as Matt did want him, he mostly just wanted this over. His wrist was killing him.

Jepha took a shaky breath “Yeah” if anything his body seemed more relaxed, too tired and too worn, too long since he'd had this, Bert too damned helpful the last couple weeks and especially the last couple days.

Neither of them were up for more than just getting this the hell over with but Jepha needed the fact this wasn't screwed up, that he hadn't ruined anything proven physically. Needed the proof that Matt would follow through on what he promised.

He grabbed his t-shirt from where it was on the bed. “Don't want to scratch your back up.”

Jepha shifted just a little, bracing his hands better against the wall, not protesting Matt's bad arm across his back or leaning just a little to brace himself.

He pushed into Jepha in a single steady thrust, giving Jeph only a heart beat to adjust before beginning an almost punishing rhythm. He leaned a little more against Jepha, elbow digging into Jeph's back just a bit unavoidably. Jepha groaned, shoulders and arms visibly straining with the added weight from Matt and groaned again as Matt's hand closed around his dick and began stroking him. It didn't take long for a strained whimpering note to enter the sounds escaping from Jepha's throat.

“That's it, come for me, Jeph,” Matt grated out.

Jepha did as he was bid only a second later, nearly sobbing as Matt's pace quickened and roughened a minute longer, chasing his own elusive orgasm.

Matt leaned against Jepha's back breathless. His aching wrist was pinned between Jepha's back and his chest and the tremble of Jepha's tired arms supporting both their weight clearly felt.

He pressed a kiss against Jepha's shoulder. “'Kay, Jeph?”

“Mmmhmm”

Matt forced himself to straighten up and eased out of Jepha. Condom in trash and cord for the little pot used to melt the wax yanked from the wall since he couldn't be bothered to try to look at the thing and figure out if he had it shut off or not.

“C'mon, other bed Jeph,” Matt whispered as he reached for Jepha. He kept a steadying hand on Jepha's arm as he staggered the step or two between the beds and crawled under the covers.

Matt grabbed his jeans off the floor fishing out two more of the Darvocet and washed them down with the luke warm cola still on the nightstand. “Light he mumbled and quickly went to turn off the light, of course the fucking switch was by the door, cast held up against his chest because it hurt too damned much to let his arm hang down.

He slid into bed next to Jepha and murmured “C'mere, Jeph,” Jepha was pressed against his side in a second. “Get comfy.” he ordered gritting his teeth at the jostling of the mattress for a second.

“You're hurting.”

“Mmm, have to find a sling somewhere tomorrow, I think,” Matt agreed quietly wrapping his good arm around Jepha who settled half on him, leg thrown over Matt's, arm over his chest and head on his shoulder.

“Shoulda took a toradol.”

“Nope, get to hold you, not knocking myself out tonight,” Matt disagreed. That was as much the truth as making sure he could function and was actually conscious if for some Jepha got shaky after everything was over.

“Bus call tomorrow night you're taking one, getting in my bunk and resting.”

“Bossy thing huh?” Matt teased with a smile.

Jepha tensed.

“I will if you crawl in with me and protect me from Bert,” Matt whispered and aimed a kiss at Jepha's forehead, almost managing it with the awkward angle of how Jepha was snuggled against him.

Jepha relaxed against him. “Yeah, I will. Gotta keep you unbroken.”