Are We Now - The Used - R

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Title: Are We Now
Author: stardustonsable 
Rating: Hard R
Pairing(s)/character(s): Dan/Jepha. The Used
Warnings/Notes: High School AU! Barest hints of D/s themes. For swear_jar  (whom I fangirl wildly and promply titled the document this was written in “OH MOTHERFUCK SWEAR_JAR) for the usedfic  exchange who requested Dan/Jepha + Bert/Quinn + The Used + High School AU. Thanks to chaosmanor  and hello_ilu  for being amazing betas. 4,600 words
Summary: Quinn has a hard time not jerking off to people standing in front of him, Jepha is confused as to why Dan is there, Bert wants to taste angry-Quinn and one day Dan will ask Jepha about that one time.





“Quinn!” his mother calls up the stairs. Quinn groans but doesn’t stop. He’s been doing this long enough that he can jerk off while his mother is calling him.

“What?” he manages to yell back.

“Your friend is here.”

Quinn curses and moves his hand faster, squeezing his dick a little harder than he prefers. He looks into his bathroom mirror, and the head of his swollen dick. It earns him a twitch and an inch closer to coming. His friend. Right. That’d be Bert. Quinn’s hips jerk forward at the thought.

He doesn’t get it, doesn’t get why she loves Bert, why he can charm her when he’s up to his eyeballs in whateverthefuck he’s taken that day. It’s Jepha, who is sweet and polite and generally quiet around parents, who gets hesitation and a distaste-tinged “Your...friend is here, Quinn.” Jepha who looks even more trustworthy since he cut off those stupid dreads and covers up so Quinn’s mother can only see flashes of bright color. Quinn bites his lip at the thought of all the brightness that makes up Jepha. He’s distracted, almost misses his mother telling Bert to “go on up and get him.”

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” he mutters to himself, willing himself closer to coming. Bert will come in. Bert won’t give a fuck that he’s jerking off. Bert will burst in and it’s really fucking hard not to jerk off about someone when they’re standing in front of him. He walks away from the mirror, leans against the bathroom door, and squeezes himself. Why the fuck had this seemed like a good idea?

“Quinn,” Bert says through the door. Motherfucker could’ve checked Quinn’s room first. Given him a little bit of time.
“What?” Quinn says, doing his best to keep his voice steady. Closer, closer.

Bert giggles. “Starting without me Quinnface?”

Quinn thumps his head back against the door hard. His vision blurs a little. He thrusts up into his hand a little and bites back a whimper. “Fuck off. Go to my room or something.”

“But Quinn,” Bert says and Quinn can fucking hear the smirk on his face. “I’ve gotta stay and make sure you don’t fall and hit your head on the bathtub.”

Fucking finally Quinn can feel pressure building somewhere just left of his spine. He thrusts up into his hand. He maybe whines a little. Some small part of him that’s still sane and not indirectly masturbating to Bert’s voice suggests that he try harder to get Bert to go away.

“This isn’t really fair, Quinn,” Bert says, “What’s Jepha going to think, knowing you shared this momentous moment with me? Baby’s first exhibition. We’ll have to make it up to him.”

Quinn thumps his head against the door and slides down it, back against the door, knees splaying in front of him, tangling in his jeans. He probably looks fucking slutty like this. The way Jepha did when-

“C’mon Quinn,” Bert murmurs, voice changing from hot and slightly manic to pure sex. “Gotta hurry up so we can go make it up to Jepha.”

“Fuck,” Quinn exhales and stares at the white walls of the bathroom, at the toilet, the reflection of the door in the mirror. Anything to keep his thoughts away from Bert making anything up to Jepha. Anything to keep him from thinking of Bert and Jepha at all right now.

“Quinn, we’re gonna go see Jepha. Come.”

Quinn’s hips jerk forward and he comes warm on his stomach and chest. He’s vaguely glad he took his shirt off before he started.
A minute later he opens the door, rolls his eyes at Bert’s grin. “I’m not Jepha. Don’t boss me around, bitch.”

And they don’t talk about it anymore. It isn’t the first time it’s happened. Quinn hopes it won’t be the last. Bert grins over at him, a little too wide to look normal, fucking completely Bert. Quinn looks away before he trips down the stairs. Once was enough.


Bert whoops and runs off to tackle Jepha when they see him. Quinn maybe speeds up a little. Jepha stands out in the wash of students trudging back to school after nine weeks without it. He’s talking with his hands and Quinn notices new flashes of color. Jepha’s tattoos are always noticeable, more so than the piercings, though that may just be to Quinn. Even in the winter when he’s wrapped from head to toe (because his friend Frankie “totally got pneumonia from a cold breeze, I’m not even bullshitting”) Quinn manages to catch the flashes of skin and color. It’s just the way Jepha moves, deliberately, slowly, exposing himself to be looked at. Jepha is like a canvas, Quinn decides. A canvas he’d like to lick.

Jepha is talking to Frank, Quinn notices. He only pauses when Bert’s wrapped himself around Jepha. He pecks Bert on the lips mid-sentence and keeps talking. Frank grins and waves a little at Bert. He nods when Quinn gets to them. Quinn nods and bites his tongue. He doesn’t trust himself not to say something that’ll piss Frankie off. It’s not that he doesn’t like Frankie. Frank is a smaller, more manic version of Jepha as far as he’s concerned, without the obvious invitation to lick all his tattoos. Quinn imagines the one on Frank’s neck, the scorpion Jepha had stared at for weeks, would taste like sweat and... guy. Either way Quinn likes Frankie. He loves Bob, who was pretending not to watch them.

Bob was good people, and their friend for a while. He’d been the closest person to being welcomed into the Bert-Jepha-Quinn fold since it was the Bert-Branden-Jepha-Quinn fold. Quinn loves Bob. It’s the smaller one, who is hiding behind a curtain of hair, staring down at his shoes that Quinn didn’t trust himself around. Even when Bert unraveled himself from Jepha to talk to Gerard, standing closer than normal people would and miles away by Bert-standards, Quinn bites his tongue. They may have been fucking kids in tenth grade, and it may have been a year ago and everyone may have gotten over it and were on good terms but Quinn hates that fucking Gerard kid. He had to listen to how much Bert loved him, how awesome he was, and later how much he was a fucking cunt, how much Bert hated him, how much Bert loved him. He didn’t call the little bitch out, no, he respects Bob and Frank too much for that. But he doesn’t have to talk to him.

When he looks over from not glaring at Gerard Way, he noticed the look Jepha was giving him.

“What?” Quinn bites out, looking back over to Bert to make sure Way wasn’t dragging him back in with some kind of, fucking, thrall or some shit.

“You’d think,” Jepha says, quietly because it was too early and everyone was quiet after ten minutes with Bert, “that you’d be more relaxed. For someone that just got off.”

Quinn feels his eyes widen and heat rush up into his cheeks and down his neck. Frank giggles. Quinn was going to fucking kill Bert. He opens his mouth and Jepha shakes his head.

“We’re gonna go,” he says to Frank who agrees. They split up, Jepha to Quinn’s side, Frank to hop on Bob’s back. Gerard rolls his eyes and picks up Frank and Bob’s bags and the three walk away. Bert skips back over to them. Quinn watches them walk away, the way they are too close be just friends. He wonders how the fuck they get away with it in high school.

“Bunch of freaks,” he mutters and Jepha nods.

“Yeah, we are.” he says, and grins his little eye-squinty grin. “Hey, wanna see my new ink?”

*
When Jepha crashes into the guy while he’s running to his class his first thought is big. Which isn’t unusual, he’s a tiny guy. But when a big hand closes high on his shoulder his memory flashes with his vacation, with escaping his family, with a big hand holding the nape of his neck tight while he whined and pushed his hips up. And that, that was unusual. Jepha hasn’t fucked enough people to blur them together, goddamned small pool of willing people, and he isn’t so horny that a touch gets him hard. He hasn’t been that horny since he was thirteen.

“Hey,” the guy says and does some weird buzzing thing. A weird buzzing thing that Jepha happens to know feels amazing just above his dick when he’s been ready to come for the last hour.

“Dan,” Jepha says. “Fuck.”

Dan grins at him and Jepha remember quite clearly being pounded until he couldn’t keep his voice to himself and telling Dan that he was the best fuck Jepha had had ever.

“Yeah,” Dan says. “That’s what you said last time.”

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jepha asks because last time he checked Dan went to some private school where the only ones interested in dick were the cheerleading team and Dan. Until Jepha came anyway.

Dan shrugs. “I changed schools. I told you I was moving soon. What are you doing here? And where is room 168?”

“That’s, um...” Jepha is having trouble thinking clearly. Dan’s hand is still on his shoulder, inching towards the back of his neck.
Dan grins and the world shifts. Jepha is completely okay with being thrown over Dan’s shoulder. Everyone was in class anyway.

“You direct, Dan follow.” Dan rumbles under Jepha’s chin. Jepha tips a thought to the fact that Dan is carrying him, his bag and Dan’s bag with no trouble. He’d lead him, alright. Neglecting to mention that 168 was actually a stairwell he talks Dan towards one of the deserted bathrooms.

*

A week into school Jepha settles down to lunch with Quinn and Bert. He opens his mouth then closes it. Bert gives him a funny look but shrugs and goes back to mix the yellow shit on his plate with the green shit. Quinn is the one that doesn’t look away, and Jepha shrugs and grins at him.

“No fucking way,” Quinn says, because he knows that look on Jepha, he’s only seen it on one occasion before but it was impossible to forget. It’s the way Jepha looks when he’s getting exactly what he wants, regularly. The last time Quinn had seen that look Jepha was dating the chick that pegged him. “Who?”

Jepha rolls his eyes and points to his mouth. Bert, whose attention they’d attracted, shoves a pen and a napkin at him. Jepha scribbled out Dan’s name. When Quinn looks no less confused Jepha rolls his eyes again and nods towards where Bob, Frank and Gerard are sitting. Dan sits with them, talking to Bob, grinning crookedly. Quinn looks for a long time and Jepha prepares for the bitchfest. Quinn thinks he was subtle but they are all well aware that he hates any and everything vaguely associated with Gerard Way. Yet he refuses to let Bert suck his dick. That’s the part Jepha doesn’t get.

“Fucking seriously, Jeph?” Quinn asks.

Jepha shrugs.

“Fucking talk,” Quinn hisses and Bert giggles.

“He can’t, Quinn. Big Guy’s problem got him doing some kinky shit,” Bert waggles his eyebrows at Jepha, “What, can’t talk unless it’s his name? Without permission? Can’t make a sound unless it’s him making you scream.”

Jepha is aware that its Bert talking not Dan, but he’s nodding and his dick has started paying attention to the conversation. This is Bert talking, he reaffirms. Bert who is crazy and has a fucking ridiculous giggle, especially when he’s about to come. Bert who is disgusting on the best days. Bert who is tragically beautiful. Bert is still staring and Jepha is very emphatically not letting himself be Dom’d by Bert when Quinn curses and stands, his chair falling back in a clutter.

“Not it,” Bert says, watching him go. Jepha raises an eyebrow and points to his mouth.

Bert grins, “I’ll talk for you. You can do hand motions and I’ll tell him what you’re saying.”

It’s actually a fucking stupid idea, the first thing Bert says to Quinn, on Jepha’s behalf, is that Jepha would like to suck his dick, please and then maybe Bert’s if Quinn would allow that. Then there was something about Quinn’s mom, which Bert gleefully admonished Jepha for after he’d said it to Quinn. Jepha eventually settled for flipping Bert off and letting Bert exhaust his repertoire of asshole based insults. By the end Quinn was laughing and throwing them back at Bert. Jepha counted that as a win. He rewarded himself by claiming sick and skipping school for the rest of the day. Dan would probably be pissed. Jepha happily awaited the consequences.


“So, what’s up with Giggly and Bad Dye Job?” Dan asks.

“...Seriously?” Jepha asks after a moment. It’s hard to focus on words when Dan has three slick fingers working him open and his bedroom door isn’t locked. He doesn’t know if he’s more turned on or afraid. His mom could be back any time.

“Well, I didn’t think you’d appreciate Fucking Crazy Monkey Dude and Bitchface.”

Jepha huffs a laugh but it gets caught on a moan. “Friends. Best friends.” Dan wiggles his fingers and Jepha grabs a handful of comforter. “Bert and Quinn.”

“You fuck them before?” Dan pulls out his fingers and Jepha doesn’t even whine. Dan had told him not to a few days ago and he isn’t positive if it was a onetime thing. Dan is absent minded about things like that. Jepha hopes he’ll get better. Unless it’s intentional because he doesn’t think Jepha begs enough. Jepha bites his lip and his thoughts go loud over the sound of a condom wrapper being torn and Dan humming to himself. He’s pulled back to the moment quick enough when Dan’s there, pressed blunt to his asshole, covering his body, teeth in shoulder, stupid sweaty hair in his nose. Sometimes Jepha gets distracted with his own thoughts, his own insecurities in the middle of things. Dan brings him back quickly enough. He hopes to fuck it passes soon, finds himself hoping that Dan sticks around long enough for Jepha to get that comfortable with him.

“Fffuuuuck,” Dan hisses as he pushes in. Jepha throws an arm above his head and turns his head into it to hide his grin.

“What I was asking,” Dan says, later when they’re both sticky and Jepha can count all the places where he’s gonna bruise. “Is if you’ve fucked them before. Or if they’re fucking. You guys seem...really close.”

Jepha shrugs, “Not really. I mean, we’re close. They’re my best friends. We haven’t really fucked. Once there was... that didn’t really work out so, no.”

Dan hums and buzzes and makes some other weird ass chirping noise. Jepha beats back at the raw affection that wells up in his chest. Feelings like that are reserved for Bert and Quinn. Dan’s just having fun, the same way Jepha is.

*
Quinn doesn’t say anything about Dan. He glares and seethes and mutters to himself but he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t say anything to Jepha though. Bert hears it all though. He hears about how they can’t trust Dan, how Jepha’s only going to get hurt, how they can’t trust anyone from that group. Jepha doesn’t say anything. He’s too busy shuffling around looking smug and well fucked. Bert’s a little jealous, of Jepha for looking that way and Dan for getting to do it. He maybe licks Jepha a few more times than usual on days like that. Once he offered Dan one of his boogers, but Quinn glared so hard Bert they walked away before Dan could respond. So they’re all dancing around the issue and Bert’s just watching, because eventually Quinn’s going to explode and he has to be there to a) watch the fireworks and b) clean up afterwards. Usually Jepha’s there to help for that part. Bert’s not positive that’ll be the case after Quinn finally pops.

It lasts for a while, longer than Bert expects. Then one day he’s walking to the lunchroom with Quinn, wondering aloud if he would have the yellow shit that looked like cat puke or the brown shit that look liked dog shit for lunch. Quinn laughs and suggests he mixes the two and they walk into the lunchroom, perfectly normal. Jepha’s sitting next to Dan, smirking and Frank looks a little horrified. Bert wants to know what Jepha said really badly but he stays with Quinn. This stupid moment plays out every day, the Us versus Them weighing down over all of them. They catch Jepha’s eye and he waves at them. Quinn stops and waits. Jepha doesn’t get up. Instead, he catches Bert’s eye and grins. He waves again, gesturing them over.

“That bitch” Quinn hisses and any molecule of hope Bert may have worked up skitters away from the anger that Quinn’s radiating. “I knew it. I fucking knew he’d do it. Like we’re fucking shit. Like they’re worth the air they’re breathing. I fucking wish those whores they call mothers never opened their legs.”

Quinn is getting louder and Bert is well aware that he should get Quinn out before he says something that can’t be taken back as easily.
“-and his fucking stupid tattoos. Fuck him. If he wants to stay with that retarded fucking frog-eyed motherfucker, let him. Let him hang out with a fucking mute, a midget and a fag. Just like him.”

Bert rolls his eyes and grabs Quinn. Quinn leaves easily enough, still shouting insults. The lunchroom bursts into conversation as soon as they leave. The voices are teeming, they make Bert’s arms itch.

“Well that was fun,” he tells Quinn who’s pacing now. “You know Gee actually cares when people call him a fag, right? We’re gonna have to hear about that shit for years.”

Quinn punches a locker. Bert doesn’t flinch. Not even when Quinn whirls around and yells, “What fuck do I give?” Not even when he stalks over and yells it again directly into Bert’s face. Bert licks away the flecks of Quinn’s spit that landed near his mouth.

“None, I’m guessing,” Bob says behind them and Bert thinks fuck viciously in his head. He was this close to getting a taste of angry-Quinn.

“Now might not be the best time, honey,” Bert says. He wants his chance back, and he doesn’t know if Quinn could take Bob. He doesn’t know if Bob could take Quinn. He doesn’t know which result he’s hoping for either.

“Probably not,” Bob agrees and doesn’t move. Apparently, they’re doing this now. “I was hoping this would be over before somebody said something to set off one of Gerard’s rants. Those things are fucking epic.” Bert agrees, he’s pretty sure Gerard was ranting about the same thing the entirety of their relationship (and it’s funny that he can think of that whole trip so casually now).

“I don’t give a fuck what that little faggot-“

“And I’m pretty sure I don’t have to point out that its fucking stupid for you to act like that’s an insult. Gerard’s dated girls, Quinn. Gerard has fucked girls. You’re too chicken shit to admit that you want dick from people who’d give it to you in a second so shut the fuck up. Bert’s not angry anymore. Gerard’s apologized. Shit, Frankie’s fucking apologized and they weren’t even doing anything when Bert and Gee were fucking around. So whatever the fuck your problem is you’re the only one that has it.”

Quinn is red and shaking, Bert can see where his nails are biting into his palms and going white. He walks towards Bob and Bert scrambles to figure out who he wants to win. Bob doesn’t move and Quinn walks past him, out of the hallway, probably out of the school.

“Robert,” Bert says to Bob solemnly

“Robert,” Bob says back equally solemn, “why the fuck do you always have to choose the crazy one?”

Bert grins, “Like you aren’t happy with my sloppy seconds of crazy. Has Gee really fucked a chick?”

Bob shrugs, “Maybe. But you went for him first. When he was extra crazy. Yeah. You know Lyn? I think she went to a different school. They fucked around for a while, before you. She’s awesome.”

Bert nods. “She’s hot. Hey, Bob. How’d you get that whole thing started? Fucking Gee and Tiny Ball of Fury Iero.”

Bob snorts and gestures in the direction Quinn went. “Says the one who wants Slightly Larger Ball of Raw Hatred Allman. You should probably start by telling Dan that you want to do dirty things to his boyfriend. Unless you want to do dirty things to Dan too. Which wouldn’t be surprising.”

Bert grins at Bob and he shakes his head.

“Later, Freakshow.” Bob leaves and Bert idly wonders if he could still fill the spot Branden left.

“Does he really think my tattoos are stupid?” Jepha asks. Bert squints up at them. Gym was being held outside today and the coach was yelling at him. Something about running. Dan was looking at him over Jepha’s shoulder. He waved at both of them.

“No. Yes. Some of them are pretty fucking stupid, Jepharee.” Bert says and throws his legs into Jepha’s lap. “He does think you’re a frog-eyed fucker,” he tells Dan.

“Affirmative,” Dan says, “Dan has frog eyes. And fucks,” he points to Jepha. Bert giggles.

“He’s skipping today. Wanna come to his house with me?”

“So he can throw shit at me while he calls my tattoos stupid?” Jepha asks. Bert nods. Jepha only hesitates for a second. “Yeah, we’ll come.”
“We will?” Dan asks. Jepha nods and Bert grins and lurches up to throw himself in Dan’s lap.

“Having Quinn throw shit at you already? You boys must be serious. Are you going steady yet?”

Jepha mutters something and Dan doesn’t say anything. Bert takes it as a resounding yes.

*
It starts easily enough, school ends and they go to some park Bert swears Quinn will be. Jepha goes along, equally sure, so Dan doesn’t question it. They find Quinn on the backside of the recreational building throwing rocks at the birds that land within throwing range. Bert lets out a whoop that notifies Dan that they aren’t trying to be discreet and throws himself onto Quinn.

“What the fuck,” Quinn yells and throws Bert off him. Bert hits the ground hard but still grins up at Quinn.

“Quinnery, sweetheart. You disappeared. We had to come out here to valiantly save you from the dirty drug addicts and prostitutes.”

“Too late,” Jepha and Quinn say simultaneously. It’s then that Quinn notices Jepha and Dan. His eyes narrow and he scrambles up to his feet.

“Why the fuck are you here and what the fuck do you want? Shouldn’t you be somewhere offering Way a rimjob or something?”

Jepha rolls his eyes. “If I didn’t know you so well and if you weren’t so fucking in love with Bert I’d think you were into Gerard.”

And that probably wasn’t the best thing to say, Dan decides watching Quinn throw himself at Jepha. They hit the ground and send gravel scrabbling. Dan glances at Bert for some cue as to what he should do. Bert watches them, chewing idly on a lock of dirty hair. Dan steps around them carefully and plops down next to Bert.

“Um?” he says succinctly.

“Quinn won’t hurt him,” Bert says confidently. Dan watches for a moment then decides to trust Crazy Monkey Dude. He’s seen Allman fight and this half-hearted wrestling wasn’t his style.

“So, why’s he all,” Dan gestures.

Bert glances at him, bored. Allman has found his voice again and is cursing anything Jepha may hold dear. “Because Quinn wants to do Jepha. And maybe bring him flowers afterward. Quinn,” Bert calls, “would you bring Jepha flowers after you fucked him?”

The undulating mass of testosterone and ink pauses for a minute and Allman’s head pops up, bleach blonde hair fucked up and face bright red. Dan’s betting it isn’t all from wrestling. Or maybe it is, whatever.

“You. What. Fucking.” Quinn splutters and Jepha flips them over. And rocks his hips. And hey, Dan’s onboard with that. Some tiny part of his mind reminds him that Jepha’s his sort-of-relationship-whatever, but a much larger bit is concerned with the part where the way Jepha is grinning down at Quinn whose more or less gone limp except for the hand that’s clutching Jepha’s hip.

“Would you Quinn?” Jepha asks, his knowing smirk widening into a shit-eating grin when Quinn makes a noise and pushes his hips up. “Would you bring me flowers after you fucked me?”

“Even if his ass was all drippy and gaping?” Bert interjects and shuffles closer to Dan. Which. Okay.

From what Dan understands -what he’s been able to glean from Bert and that’s after filtering out all the dirty commentary and suggestions thrown toward Jepha and Allman- this has been building up for a while, and quite a bit of Allman’s raw hatred is sexual tension. What he’s gotten is they’ve been dancing around each other for a while and Dan just happened to step into the middle. Also something about one time during the summer which Dan’s heard before and is going to ask Jepha to explain when they’re all thinking a little bit clearer. And that is why he’s watching Allman make whining noises into Jepha’s mouth while pushing their hips together. He’s not so clear on why Fucking Crazy Monkey Dude is sliding his hand into Dan’s pants but he’s not complaining.

“This may not be the best place to do...whatever we’re doing,” Jepha says into Quinn’s mouth. Quinn grunts once and arches up.
“...Or not,”

Bert giggles and pulls his hand out of Dan’s pants, away from Dan’s dick, which is just unfortunate. “Baby’s second exhibition,” he says and Dan’s dick is interested in that too.

Jepha rolls his eyes and gets off Quinn. Judging by the way, he’s moving he’s in the same situation as Dan. He scoots over until he’s sprawled in Dan’s lap, batting away Bert’s hand when it went for the waistband of his pants. “Dan’ll take care of it later.”

The chill that goes through the atmosphere of the conversation just then is actually pretty impressive. Jepha rolls his eyes “Do we need to talk about our feelings now? Dan, I’ve been basically dating these two dumbfucks since I met them. Dumbfucks, this is Dan, I’m pretty sure he’s my boyfriend. You can work the rest out amongst yourselves.” He waves his hand between them.

Quinn stares at them. Bert hocks a pretty impressive clump of mucus at him. It misses by an inch. Dan is confused about why he’s perfectly okay with Jepha doing anything with them, why Dan wouldn’t mind doing some things to them himself. Quinn rolls his eyes and stands up, making a face and pulling at his pants. Jepha and Bert snicker at him.

“Whatever,” he says, looking at them, “whose parents aren’t home? Bert’s living with me this week, so he’s out.”

Jepha shrugs, “Mine’s out. Both parents at home all week.”

They all look at Dan who grins and gives them thumbs up. “Mom’s gone until the end of next week.”

Bert whoops and hops to his feet. “To Dan the Man’s house for fornication!”

Dan throws Jepha over his shoulder and climbs to his feet, leading the freakshow out of the park.


Later, when Dan’s hissing while Jepha cleans the scratches Quinn gave Dan, he appreciates that raw anger a little more. The anger and the smug, satisfied look he’s sporting now while Bert pulls his hair into little ponytails.

Comments

[escherzo.livejournal.com]

I love this! I just wish there was mooore

[hello-ilu.livejournal.com]

TINY BALL OF FURY IERO. SLIGHTLY LARGER BALL OF RAW HATRED ALLMAN.

DUMBFUCKS, THIS IS DAN, I'M PRETTY SURE HE'S MY BOYFRIEND.

and, uh, shit, I missed this on the beta-
Allman has found his voice again and is cursing anything Quinn may hold dear.

[belladonnalin.livejournal.com]

Awww, high school AU that still keeps all of the ridiculously hot!

I particularly liked your Jepha characterization - chill without being a stereotype.

[swear-jar.livejournal.com]

where the only ones interested in dick were the cheerleading team and Dan.

Ahahaha, nice! That's both hilarious and the first thing that made me think that this is actually a really interesting little universe you've created here. WHEE. ONWARDS.

Bert grins, “I’ll talk for you. You can do hand motions and I’ll tell him what you’re saying.”

That's beauteous.

“Robert,” Bert says to Bob solemnly

“Robert,” Bob says back equally solemn

Freaking adorable <3, awwwww man.

“Affirmative,” Dan says, “Dan has frog eyes. And fucks,” he points to Jepha. Bert giggles.

<3333333333333333333333333.

“Do we need to talk about our feelings now? Dan, I’ve been basically dating these two dumbfucks since I met them. Dumbfucks, this is Dan, I’m pretty sure he’s my boyfriend. You can work the rest out amongst yourselves.”

DUMBFUCKS, THIS IS DAN. I love that.

And also: hot.

Thank you so much for this, I really enjoyed it.

[llamapi.livejournal.com]

FAB. I heart parking lot fights that are about feeeeeeelings. This is awesome.

[sinsense.livejournal.com]

Iiiiii love this universe. I want so much more of it! The glorious angry hatesex! The deliciously embarrassed schmoopy makeouts! There's so much to daydream about packed into this story, I love it. Thank you so much for writing it!

[intothenightx.livejournal.com]

I agree with all the calls for MORE.

I am so stuck on Dan ordering Jepha not to speak all day. So stuck! There's so much here to flail and flap over, but that stands out the most to me for some reason!

Love it :D :D :D :D

[of-evangeline.livejournal.com]

Dan telling Jepha not to speak may have made my week. :DDDD I love everything this chooses to be. Thanks for sharing!