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LifeJournal: Ruissalo pic spam

Fri, 04 Jul 2008 06:12:58 GMT

This is the place I've spent my summers in since I was a toddler. Also, this might be the last summer for us here since our city is about to sell it to... well, probably some private instance.

So, here are pictures of my summer home Tenhola (and its Villa Lindars), and more randoms shots about the island of Ruissalo in general.

NOT dial up friendly - and I mean it: 58 pictures.

Ruissalo - Tenhola

[Caption: Welcome.]

My place

[Caption: This is where I'm staying this summer - my first time in my very own trailer (though it is a very old one ^^).]

[Caption: The mess inside... and Nero too, my dog.]

[Caption: Love the lamp I found. Drooled over a way bigger one in the past, but can't make it fit anywhere, so must make do with the little one.]

Villa Lindars

[Random shots of the villa and its surroundings.]

Tenhola

On waters edge - Tenhola

On waters edge - Ruissalo

The green world of Ruissalo

Tower

[Caption: I was planning to climb all the way up and shoot a video for you, but... never made it. I'm afraid of heights.]

Flat & Out

Wed, 25 Jun 2008 13:06:32 GMT

Story Info

Title: Flat & Out
Author: Del Rion (del_rion @ luukku.com)
Fandom: Real Person fiction
Genre: General, erotica
Rating: Light FRAO / MA
Summary: Stuck in the middle of nowhere with Jared isn’t a dream come true for Tim – as far as he can tell, anyway.
Complete.
Written for: Trinity Dare’s (trinity_dare) Dare 25: Quote challenge | Are you scared?
Characters: Jared Leto, Tim Kelleher, Shannon Leto (, Tomo Milicevic)
Pairing: Jared/Tim
Warnings: Language, sexual interaction between two men.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these men, nor have I gained profit from writing this story – other than by perhaps making few of my readers happy; this piece of writing has no pecuniary value whatsoever. This all is merely a figment of my imagination, and has nothing to do with the people represented in it – or their sexuality, behavior, or anything else for that matter.
Beta: Mythra (mythras_fire)
Feedback: Willingly accepted – constructive-criticism welcomed.

About Flat & Out: Written for a Dare – or if we are being honest, the Dare was inspired by this fic :P (shh, don’t tell anyone).

Anyway, Tim is still a bit of an odd bird to me. Personally, I have only seen him on stage once, and that’s it. I haven’t even heard him talk. Therefore, my characterization of him might be so off that it is actually shameful. Feel free to point that out.

All in all, I hope you enjoy this little… battle of wills between Jared and Tim, so to speak.

Chapters and their status: Below you see the writing process of the story. If there is no text after the title, then it is finished and checked.

Flat & Out

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Written for Trinity Dare’s Dare 25 on LiveJournal (Quote challenge | Are you scared?).

Author’s Note: Tim’s POV.

Flat & Out

I truly wonder how we ended up here. It’s not a question of time and place, really. It isn’t even about what’s going on – which leads me to wonder why I’m surprised in the first place. </p>
Because you don’t ‘wonder’ unless you’re surprised – or curious.

So yeah, maybe this is all about curiosity. That’s definitely part of human nature –

“Snap out of it, will you?”

I glance at Jared who is currently crouching on the ground, his hands stained with something dark grey – not to mention the red shade of his skin that I can detect beneath the layer of dirt. He’s really been using his hands, I can tell. His fingers clench and unclench, as if to get rid of a pain I can’t see.

“Would you help?” he says after a moment, standing up and leaning on the car for support. He keeps saying his knees are busted, but it definitely doesn’t look that way when I watch him bouncing up and down the stage. Now, though, he looks rather pained.

I go down on my knees on the sand beside the car, for a moment looking for clues of what he has already managed to do. “I keep wondering why you didn’t ask me to do this in the first place.” Maybe this is what Shannon calls my ‘martyr-tone’. This merely seems like something Jared would hand out for others to do – myself being the only worker ant present at the moment, so to speak.

“I thought I could change a fucking tire on my own damn car!” he snaps back at me, rubbing his hands. They really look like they hurt, so my guess is that he really tried his best – and a little more, as is his wont.

I take the tire iron and try one of the wheel lugs that hold the tire to the car. After ten minutes of pushing, pulling, tugging, and swearing, I decide that Jared probably knows how to change a tire; this one is impossible to remove. My hands are dirty now, and moving my fingers is so painful I wonder if lighting a cigarette will work.

I have to try, though. All this work for nothing has made me crave for a smoke.

I succeed in tugging out a cigarette and light it after several attempts. I’m aware of Jared’s eyes on me, but he, amazingly enough, doesn’t comment. As soon as I’ve got a lungful of nicotine in me, I make eye contact with him. He allows me a few more inhales before shifting, which usually means he has decided on something he is about to say or do.

“It’s getting late and we can’t get that tire fixed.” Instead of offering a solution to our problem, as I expected, Jared just stated the obvious. I nod, though. He broods for a while more, looking up and down the road that is so empty it’s actually eerie.

“Call Shannon,” I suggest after I am sure he isn’t going to say anything else. There has been no other car to pass us for as long as we have been stuck here beside the road. In all honesty, I don’t think there will be one coming anytime soon, either.

Jared follows my gaze up and down the road again, then nods. If this was some sort of horror movie, I don’t think there would be a signal out here, but since we live in a very real, very modern world, he just searches his brother’s number from his Blackberry and hits ‘dial’.

“Hi Shan. Yeah, I know, we’re late; my damn car blew a tire.” A pause. “We’ve tried to, and I have a spare tire as you well know.” Another moment of silence with Shannon probably putting things together on his end of the line. “Yeah, well, we are stuck until someone comes to get us. I’m not going to fuck up the rim by trying to drive us out of here.” He gives me a look. By now I haven’t figured out if he’s glad that I’m here or not. Maybe this whole thing has managed to dent his ego, and while I’m here to witness it, of all people, it doesn’t make him a happy man.

“I don’t know where we are, you ass,” I hear Jared snap. I really hope it is Shannon he is still talking to, or we might as well be stranded here for days. “Yeah, I’ll send the location info in case the GPS gives me one. I somehow doubt that, though,” he adds a bit ruefully.

I agree with him; the GPS wasn’t working all too well on these smaller roads, and in my opinion that is how we got this far out into the middle of fucking nowhere. I won’t say that to Jared, though; I, too, would appreciate a drive back to civilization.

Jared ends his call and gets back into the car, fiddling with the GPS navigator there for a while. By the sound of his curses, he isn’t gaining any newsworthy victories over the damn thing.

Eventually he stomps out, calls Shannon again, and explains our route from the venue to the best of his ability. He also tells Shannon to find out if his phone signal can be traced down to where we are. Yeah, we’ve all seen those detective shows and how fancily they do it on TV.

All in all, with good math we both know we’re in for a long night by the road: we had been driving for hours in Jared’s car before the tire blew up. The others went with the bus, taking a normal route while Jared had to go to a meeting elsewhere. He opted for driving himself. Surprisingly enough, Jared also asked if anyone wanted to go with him. I didn’t say anything, but maybe I had the wrong kind of expression on my face since he picked me.

Now I keep wondering if Jared planned this; taking a longer, more exciting and close-to-nature route, and then blowing the tire. Maybe this is some sort of bonding trip for us.

He looks too genuinely pissed for it to be just that, though.

It gets cooler soon after the sun begins to set. Instead of standing outside, suffering from our ill fate, we get into the car. Jared actually has blankets in the trunk; he gives me one before I can even brave myself into asking for it.

So, we sit inside, coming to a conclusion that beyond a few bars of chocolate and a half-empty pack of lozenges, we don’t have any food. Drinks include one half-empty bottle of water, since we used one full bottle to clean up our hands.

“It won’t take them forever to get here,” I reassure Jared, though I have no idea if he wants any comfort from me of all people.

Jared just nods. He still doesn’t like the situation, I can tell; he is resolutely sitting in the driver’s seat, as if he could just start the car and drive us out of the situation.

Hours pass, and we are no better. It’s getting really dark outside the car. At any moment I expect something to rap on one of the windows and either kill us or help us. Probably not the latter.

Shannon calls Jared – apparently only telling his brother they’ll come and get us in the morning. He doesn’t mention if they have actually located us or not. Jared has enough faith in his brother to not ask him about it, and I follow the example. We both know after the call ends that we’re really in for a long, cold night in the middle of nowhere.

When it really starts to get dark and cold – more so than I imagined it would be – Jared makes a decision: he moves into the backseat of the car after fetching one more blanket from the trunk.

“You wanna stay there?” he asks me all of a sudden.

I glance back to him, still in the passenger seat. “I’m all good up here,” I admit.

Whatever might have shown on Jared’s face is long gone by the time I register there actually was something out of the usual. “Suit yourself,” he shrugs and settles down. Frankly, it does look rather comfortable, considering our situation. I wouldn’t dare to enter his ‘space’, though, and the backseat isn’t really that big. I give him one more longing look and return myself to look out through the windshield – not that there is anything to look at since it’s completely dark outside now.

I can tell when Jared falls asleep; the shifting stops and the pattern of his breathing eases down. I know it is late without even looking at my cell phone’s clock. I can’t force myself to fall asleep, though. Eventually my body decides it needs more nicotine after all this excitement. I step out into the night, softly closing the door behind me. My skin immediately notices how much colder it is now than it was before – at least inside the car I had the blanket and our shared body heat in a closed space.

My cell phone gives me enough light to find the lighter and a cigarette. I battle the shivers and try to smoke faster than usual so I can get back inside. I also tuck away my phone, since the small circle of light makes me even more nervous than standing in complete darkness. My thoughts wander, picking up all the distant sounds coming from around me, and when I see something moving beside me, I jump a little; if I didn’t have the smoke between my lips I probably would have shrieked like a girl in a crappy horror movie. Then I see the flicker of eyes almost on the level of my own, smell a whiff of aftershave, and I have no idea how Jared snuck up on me like that.

He settles somewhere beside me. I can feel him rather than see him, which is sort of scary. He isn’t saying anything either, but I guess that asking what I’m doing out here would be kind of pointless; the glow of the cigarette is the only source of light and the easiest thing to see. Fuck the stars or the moon; there are probably clouds between us and the sky since it has been pitch black like this all night long.

I shudder again and finish my cigarette almost gratefully, the smoke vanishing from my sight as I drop the cigarette end and grind it out under my shoe.

Jared is silent. Only the feeling of being watched tells me he is still there. Or maybe he isn’t… I toss a paranoid look in the general direction of where I think he is.

“What’s wrong, Timmy?” comes a low, raspy question. I’ve listened to Jared enough to know it’s him, trying to fake it, and not some insane serial killer on the loose and about to end my life.

“Nothin’,” I reply, feeling my heart come down from its sudden peak.

“Okay,” he goes on, and I can tell he is smiling, maybe showing some of those white teeth of his now that no one is looking. I bet the fucker can somehow see in the dark and is amused by my reactions.

I shuffle my feet and look into the dark forest spreading off the side of the road just so I don’t have to look at him or the car – not that I can really see either of them. I would go on doing that for a while more, just to piss him off a little, but I’m afraid I’ll start suffering from hypothermia if I don’t get into the car soon.

Jared makes his move before that. I can feel his body against mine as fast as he seemed to appear here in the first place. “Are you scared?” he asks, right beside me.

I have to force myself to keep still and not make way – as if he was attempting to go somewhere, which he isn’t. “Not really, no,” I reply. I try to make it sound obvious, though I’m not sure if I’m doing too good of a job.

“How about now?” Jared goes on, and now he is between my back and the car, somehow, and his hand slides over to my hip. It’s the most casual thing even, coming from Jared, but right now it isn’t brief or meaningless.

“No,” I keep telling him, but I know my tone is different already; I’m tense and rigid enough to define ‘damn scared’. Or nervous. Or something else that I don’t want to be thinking about.

Sex. It’s the first word, really, to cross my mind. A thought that doesn’t require explanation or deep thought before my body understands it. It’s probably the one thing that the whole human race has ever agreed on and never needed translation for. And my body has no trouble understanding Jared’s body or touch. He isn’t doing anything, I tell myself, but he is still there, so very close to me, and even if I could step away easily, I don’t. Staying close to him is better than plunging into the awaiting darkness and stumbling to the dirt face first – because I’m pretty sure that’s gonna happen in case I take two steps away from the car, remembering we are pretty close to the tree line.

“Not scared even a little bit?” Jared’s voice interrupts my frantic thoughts. I have no idea how long we’ve stood there, but I don’t think it’s been too long; I’m not freezing yet. I stay silent and shake my head, which is stupid since he can’t see me any better than I can see him – which I don’t. “Good,” he says after a while, and I’m again convinced that he can actually see in the dark with those baby blues of his.

His hand is still on my hip, and it is kind of annoying really, but I don’t have the guts to ask him what he is doing. I don’t think I’ll like the answer anyway – in case I would get one. Jared can be one cryptic motherfucker sometimes, to the brink of pain. Shannon and Tomo have already learned their way around it, even joining it, but I’m still learning the ropes.

“It’s cold out here,” I say after a while.

“Wanna get inside?”

He surprises me with such an easy, normal line. I nod and turn a little, and he lets go as if he was never there, hand on my hip and his body so close to mine I could actually feel his every breath and the sharp line of his hipbone. Jared opens my side of the rear doors, and I can barely make out his shape in the dark; my eyes are getting used to it finally. I’m prepared to open my own door beside his and return to my less-than-cozy seat, but his hand catches my arm.

“You can’t sleep on the front seat.”

“There isn’t enough room on the back seat,” I shoot back quickly, and yes, my voice is actually jumpy and nervous. After all, if I’m not sleeping on the front seat, where does he think I could be staying instead? I don’t think Jared would lose sleep over me, anyway, and abandon his spot in the back.

“We’ll make room for the both of us,” he states, and before I can reply, he is crawling inside. A moment later he turns the key in the ignition to get the power on. The light is almost blinding after hours in the dark, and I narrow my eyes as he works to fold down the rear seat. When he is done, he looks back at me. “Enough room for you now?” he asks, and crawls forward again. “Get in before I turn off the lights,” he says, and for lack of a better response, I do just that. Once I’m in and the door is closed, Jared flips the switch in the roof’s light and we’re back in darkness. He sneaks his way between the front seats, turning the key in the ignition and the lights on the dashboard disappear as the power is turned off.

I can hear him shuffle back, his body brushing against mine. He pushes something at me – my blanket from the front seat, I realize. I take it, toeing off my shoes while I wonder what exactly I’m expected to do; sometimes Jared behaves just like any other person, and the rest of the time he’s like the most unpredictable being with the most irrational notions.

“Come on,” he says, his tone softer now than before; more intimate and warmer. He’s shifting and moving to get into a lying position, even if it will still be a little cramped. I follow his lead, not wanting to be told twice. We have a blanket each, and half of the other one on top of us both.

After a while I notice we are actually lying quite close to each other, and I can feel the warmth of his body on my skin. Again, Jared falls asleep before I do. I’m glad for it, though, since he can’t keep an eye on me this way. I feel awkward, to say the least. It’s not because I’m sleeping beside another man: we are both fully clothed. At the same time, Jared is my boss and a very attractive man – I would have to be blind not to see that. He is also very open, not really caring what kind of messages he is giving most of the time, and just like earlier outside the car, he likes to push some things to extremes.

“You’re not going to sleep are you?” Jared’s sleepy voice reaches my ear.

“In a moment,” I lie. Well, I would sleep if I could. If I can’t, I’ll probably look like a zombie by the time someone comes to get us tomorrow. Or maybe it is tomorrow already…

There is some shifting beside me and I’m glad for the darkness since I’m sure Jared is staring at me now, and since he would rather sleep, I guess he might be pissed too. “Honestly, Tim: are you scared?” This time his tone isn’t playful, which catches me off-guard.

“No,” I say indignantly.

“I said ‘honestly’.”

My fingers play with the blanket and I look in his direction. “Why would I be scared? This is hardly a scary situation.”

He’s silent, which is kind of unnerving. I imagine he has fallen back to sleep, even if I’m sure he’s still propped up on one elbow. He breaks my illusion a moment later: “Okay, different version of the same question: are you scared of me? In an uneasy, nervous way.”

I snort at that because I can’t hold it back. “Who wouldn’t be?” He actually smacks me for that! “What was that for?” I ask, rubbing my scalp.

“I can fire your sorry ass,” Jared responds.

“Duh,” I say back, because honestly, I know he won’t let me just shut up, and I’m starting to get annoyed since he is breathing down my neck all the time these days, sometimes even physically.

“Is that why you look like you want to slip through the first exit you can find whenever you have to spend time around me?”

“Maybe,” I reply.

“Or am I simply just that intimidating?” he adds, and I can hear the smile tugging his lips.

“Maybe,” I go again. It seems like a good answer.

“Not good enough, Kelleher,” he goes on, voice lower than before, and I swear he is moving closer to me.

“You know, of all the people I’ve met, you’re the worst fucking tease – and you give the most mixed signals ever,” I burst out at length. I wish I could see him to gauge what he is doing.

He chuckles. Asshole. “Are you sure you aren’t just imaging things where there aren’t any?”

“You’re such a prick.”

“I’ve been told that.”

I have no idea why that sounds hot. Realistically, it shouldn’t. I need a diversion for my thoughts and fast, but at the same time I can recognize the challenge he has set before me. If this is a bonding trip, I think it is high time for me to start acting accordingly. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t imagine the way you practically humped me when I was smoking outside.”

“I was merely standing there.”

“With your fucking hand on my hip.”

“I didn’t know you cared.”

“I didn’t know you don’t realize how transparent you are.” And with that, I think an artery bursts in my head, because I swear to God I’m not kissing him the next second. But it is pretty hard to deny that I’m clutching the back of his head and that the kiss is messy enough to be ridiculous because neither of us can see a thing. I pull back after a while, but my hand remains on his head – making sure he doesn’t make any hasty movements, I assure myself. I lick spit from my lips, annoyed by how it feels but unwilling to pull up a hand to clean up my mouth some more.

Cleaning up isn’t really necessary when Jared moves towards me. My fingers dig into his hair, half-heartedly trying to keep him away, but he’s too fast. And I think he likes my hand tugging on his strands since he moans against the side of my mouth.

“Keep doing that,” he murmurs, and I have my confirmation.

I tug a little more and tilt my head, because the way he is licking my cheek and rubbing his face against mine begs for interruption. He doesn’t seem to mind the new kiss, and we get it going a little better. Jared is as pushy as I expect him to be, and since I’m prepared, I give him back just as much. I have my hand in his hair still, and reminding him of that every once in a while keeps me ahead of him.

I’m too focused on controlling him in the kiss to notice that he’s moving the blankets. I do notice when he shifts closer to me, and assertively gets on top of me. I can feel his body firmly against mine, and if it wasn’t hot before, it definitely is now; the blankets are in a heap on top of us, and we still have all our clothes on. Not that I think I’ll dare to take any off, kissing or no.

Jared doesn’t give me a lot of room to argue, though, and I know I need a change of tactics to stop him from pushing me around. When he gets too bossy with his kisses, I force his head away; he appreciates his hair more than he wants to control things, apparently. He merely makes a sound in the back of his throat, and I’m sure he likes the way I steadily pull on his strands.

Sneakily enough, Jared has set his mind to something, which I’ve totally missed: his hands settle somewhere half-way between my waist and hips. I can feel the curiosity in his touch – he’s finding new, unexplored territory – but at the same time he’s too pushy to act as if he’s just exploring. He’s all for taking, I’ve learned, when things are given to him – and that happens more often than not – but I haven’t said ‘yes’ to anything and suddenly it seems like a very good idea to show him that. I don’t think saying it in words would really go through his skull; he’s good at playing deaf.

One of his thighs is pressing against mine, trying to get between them, and his hands are moving lower to the edge of my shirts. His fingers touch my skin only a few seconds later, and I wonder if kissing him gave him permission to do that. Or does he just expect I’ll take it prettily in the fear of losing my job in the band? Well, Jared can go screw his ego, because there’s a limit for me somewhere too, my career be damned. I’m hard in my pants – have been for a while – and if he thinks that being the band leader gives him the right to play with that, Jared’s sorely mistaken.

My hand shifts, fingers making sure I have a good hold of his hair. Then I pull it while pushing my body up and to the side. Jared has been too busy with his own exploration and is probably taken by surprise. He responds soon enough, though, putting up a fight, but there isn’t much room for either of us to move. I’m bigger, and since I can pretty much control his head and neck, I know I’ll win.

I roll around, increase my hold on Jared’s head, and use almost brutal force to bring him down. I end up lying on top of him, his face pressed down against the seats and the blankets that are now wrapped everywhere around us. We are both breathing hard, and I can feel my dick pressed against his backside with sweet pressure. His back is heaving against my chest, legs shifting a little restlessly as if Jared is still thinking of escape.

“Something get into you Timmy?” he asks, head shifting to the side just slightly.

“You,” I reply with an amused chuckle, though there isn’t anything amusing about any of this. I shift a little more, and I know it is all a very bad idea, but Jared started this and I’m just playing along – maybe raising the ante a little. My hips roll before I can stop it, and I swear to any and every God I can name that I hear him moan beneath me. That doesn’t make me appalled like it usually would, nor do I pull back; in this band I’ve learned that what I used to call ‘strange’, ‘abnormal’, or ‘unacceptable’ has had to change. And yeah, it has crossed my mind more than once that with all the teasing and mischievous comments thrown about, Jared really wants to be fucked in the ass. I’ve just never bothered to really think about it before, because honestly, I never thought I would even consider participating in such a thing. Sure, I don’t condemn it, but it just never was something to hold my curiosity.

Jared, though, is holding a lot more than my curiosity right now, in a figurative way.

So, instead of pulling back and spending my night in the front seat, as far away from him as possible, I shift my hips again. My hand in his hair lets go a little, sliding hard against his scalp, but I still keep close attention on it; in case Jared tries to move, I’ll be ready to grab him to tell him ‘no’.

The friction of my pants and underwear against my cock is infuriating, but at the same time I don’t think I’m yet ready for the alternative – but I most definitely can’t stop. Moving becomes addictive, and before I know it I’m also increasing pressure.

Jared moves slightly beneath me, though he isn’t able to wriggle around more than half an inch or so. Seems to be enough for him, though. I’m not certain if I want him to move or not, so I let it be for now and focus on my own mounting pleasure. I feel hot and restrained, and I want to feel more than that; get where it all burns brighter and then crashes down into numb normal again.

I want to come.

Briefly that becomes my single thought, and I press against him a little firmer, figuring it isn’t enough. Before I can stop to think about it – I don’t really want to do any thinking right now – I slide my hand from Jared’s scalp to the seat beneath us and prop myself up to tug open my pants and push them down far enough to release my cock and balls.

Jared halts, turning his head awkwardly to look at what I’m doing – or at least that’s what I think he is doing, since I feel like I’m being watched again, and his body shifts just slightly beneath mine. I have no idea if he can see better in the darkness than I can, or maybe he is merely psychic, but a second later he moves again, back touching my chest, and I can hear a zipper moving; I know it isn’t my own since it is already down.

I don’t know what he’s planning on doing, nor do I want to know. This is my game now, and he will have no part in it unless I want it so. How I came to this conclusion, I have no idea, but this is not the moment to wonder about that. I push him back down, receiving a loud exhale in return.

“Fuck you, Timmy,” he snarls.

I merely reply by tugging down his pants, because now that I think about it, maybe Jared wants to get off too – and it will definitely be nicer to feel his skin than his jeans.

Once I have his jeans sufficiently low to have them out of the way as well, I lower myself down again. I allow my other hand to return to Jared’s hair, shuffling and tugging it as my hips find a satisfying rhythm. My dick slides against his skin, then slightly between his legs, and it is like a light bulb switched on in my head.

I push up to my knees a little, and amazingly enough, Jared is right there with me. Leaning across his back, my hand still pushing his head down, I find a delicious angle to rock against Jared’s backside with. The blankets are getting more wrapped around us, and even if Jared would want to get away, he can’t. Not that it really feels like he’s thinking about escape; he rocks back against me with hard, pointed thrusts – as far as my hand in his hair allows. I keep detecting small sounds coming from him when I push against him in a certain way, and when I really think about it, I know what it is all about.

In a desperate attempt to get off – my legs are already shaking with excitement – I lean one forearm heavily against the seat, still holding onto Jared’s strands with it, and spare one hand to fist my dick and drive it a little more pointedly against Jared’s body. I can feel sweat and what is probably my precome making the slides a little easier.

Jared’s shoulders move a little, and I guess he’s lowering one hand to help himself. I can just barely hear a wet sound over our panting breaths. Now that I think about it, Jared is oddly quiet – which makes me wonder if he has done this more often in the bus or something, and I just haven’t noticed. Well, not done it with me, but in general. I think I would have noticed had I been part of it.

The need to get off immediately is getting greater all the time, and I just want more friction. Knowing and guessing what Jared likes, and knowing what I would like, I take myself in a firm grip and push closer to Jared’s buttocks. The tip of my cock slides into the cleft of his ass, and then against his hole. Jared’s hips jerk and he moans – a bigger reaction than I honestly expected. I keep rocking, getting off on it myself, especially when my band leader is practically moaning beneath me.

I’m so close it makes my skin tingle, and I nuzzle Jared’s neck, tightening my fingers in his hair. A little more… I push one more time and then I come, humping against him like a needy dog but not caring worth shit. Jared is working himself, I can tell that, his hips and one arm moving. I bite his neck, letting go of my cock that is now too sensitive to be touched. My fingers are wet with my cum, and I don’t dare to move in fear of staining our clothes, the car, or the blankets.

Jared moves a little onto his side, and I can somewhat make out a movement of his hand. I absently pet his hair, listening for signs that he is close. It doesn’t appear so, though. “Need a hand?” I ask despite myself, my face still pressed into his sweaty neck, the ends of his hair tickling my skin.

“Fuck yes,” Jared gasps, and I have no idea if it is an answer or not.

I lift my hand, just an inch, still aware how sticky it feels. Then I decide that Jared has the situation well in hand – pun intended – and I lower my hand again. I hesitate for a moment, then boldly push my fingers back where my cock earlier made his skin wet. Jared’s upper leg moves upwards, hips arching a little, and I take it as a good sign. I push a little more, ignoring the part of my brain that tries to tell me that this isn’t on the list of things I’m willing to do in this life.

Curiosity. It’s all about curiosity, this whole thing, I tell myself. And getting off, I add, and push a finger as deep into Jared’s ass as I can – well before I can start thinking about it a second time. Jared shifts his hips, makes a sound, and I dare a smile against his skin. Jared’s probably too distracted to notice it anyway.

I move my digit a little inside him, then brace myself and try to join a second with the first. At first I think I won’t make it, but there is still some of my cum on his skin, and as he thrusts back, it does half of the work for me. It’s tight around my fingers, almost uncomfortably so, but they still manage to move within him. All in all I have no idea of what I’m doing, but I figure it must work like with girls. Jared arches his back again, and he is practically riding my hand for the next twenty seconds until I hear him groan and gasp, and I can smell his release in the closed space of the car.

He settles down, and I wait for a moment before awkwardly pulling my fingers free. I’m even more careful not to lean on anything with that hand now. I wait for a while, but Jared doesn’t move or say anything. I think for a moment that he has fallen asleep on me, and I tug on his hair a little. Jared makes a sound of protest, but gets up. Keys tingle, and he turns on the power again to get us some light. My eyes hurt, making me screw them up.

He looks back at me over his shoulder, half between the front seats, his hair a mess and lines on his face that have probably come from pressing his head so hard against the seat and the rumpled blankets. We stare at each other for a moment – I know better than to look away – and then he finally searches for some paper from somewhere in the front of the car, handing some over to me to clean my hands up with. I could really use some soap and water, but I don’t dare to voice that desire. And now that I look at him, I know I got off pretty light. Jared’s ass and thighs are a smeared mess, and even when he tries to clean them up with paper, it is already too dried up to come off without an actual shower. He cringes, then tosses the papers away and takes a sip of the water we still have left. He offers the bottle to me before putting it away too.

‘Ready to turn in?” he asks. It sounds oddly as if nothing just happened.

I nod, my eyes wandering somewhere between his hair that still has the signs of my manhandling in it, and his naked backside. He hasn’t bothered to pull up his pants yet, but when I think about it, neither have I. Blushing, I quickly do mine up, gaining an amused look from him. He doesn’t comment, though, and follows my example before crawling forward again and taking the keys out of the ignition, probably wanting to save the car battery for as long as he can.

I can feel him return to his place beside me, and in the darkness we battle with the blankets before settling close beside each other – closer than before this little… session or whatever.

We lay still and silent for a while, and I can tell Jared is still awake this time. I can feel he is about to say something, too. I shift a little closer to him, trying to fend off the feeling of dread. To my surprise, he rolls closer still, settling his head on my shoulder.

“This still doesn’t mean you’ll be permanent.” There, Jared said it. It makes me smile.

“That’s okay,” I reply softly, my hand settling over his waist without a great struggle with my brain. “I don’t think you have any other temporary bassists waiting in line either.”

I can feel his smile against my neck, and he does not come up with any smart ass remark either. I can actually sleep after that, though when I feel him shift again, throwing one leg over my waist, I sort of pity my poor dick in case he won’t change his position by morning.

The morning after

My hand is still numb after we have been up for a half an hour. I think Jared ended up sleeping on top of it. Currently he is doing his business just inside the line of the trees while I keep an eye on the car – as if someone would want to steal it or something. Well, good riddance, I would say; I’m sure they would dump the car as soon as they found the used papers or the blankets that, once inspected in the morning, didn’t survive last night’s action without damage.

Last night…

I expected this morning to be odd, but it really wasn’t. Jared is his usual self around me, but at the same time I can detect something else. Maybe having someone’s fingers up your ass and their dick aimed at you does that to a person, who knows. I know that I rather liked last night, even if it was far from perfect. Next time, I’ll make sure we have at least a flash light with us, and maybe I’ll… well, come prepared. Or something. I have no idea, really. Part of me keeps thinking this was the first and the only time I’ll share something like that with Jared, though judging from his look when he climbs back up to the road, I’m just not sure about that.

“I’m hungry,” he whines to my great surprise.

“Something worked on your appetite?” I have to tease.

“Watch it, Kelleher,” he snarls, but I can detect a smirk that isn’t quite making it to the surface.

“Look who’s talking,” I reply, testing the limits, and as he passes, I slap him on the ass as I head out to follow his example and empty my bladder.

Of course Jared doesn’t leave it at that, but bounces back at me. I turn, catch him by the arms, and we have a brief struggle; he ends up against the side of the car. I can see he is about to say something, so I crush my lips against his, and press him with my full body against the vehicle.

The blaring of a horn makes us pull apart, and I step back before Jared can push me. There are cars arriving from the direction we came from, too. Jared grins, guessing right: Shannon jumps out of one of the cars, heading out to give his brother a hug. They talk, and I take my leave to relieve myself before we are ready to go. Another vehicle, a tow truck that is either going to fix us or tow us away, settles in front of Jared’s car.

I take a few steps into the forest, taking my time to relieve myself and throw a bitter goodbye at this place I would prefer not to see again – nothing personal against it of course. Once I’m done, I walk back to the road, finding that they have actually decided on towing the damn car. I wonder if we broke something in the tire in our attempts to remove it, but dismiss it; not my car.

Shannon is giving me odd looks when I join him and Jared, but says nothing. Jared looks rather cryptic, but just shrugs and goes to follow his brother. I trail behind them, wondering if Jared already spilled the beans, but then dismiss the thought: that would be slightly more perverted than I expect of the brothers. And in case Jared does tell about last night, I’m sure he would include Tomo on his list of listeners too, and take his sweet time savoring it.

“Come on,” Jared says from the door of the rental car that Shannon is driving.

I look up at him, smile a little uncertainly, and get in. He takes the back seat with me, amazingly enough. Once we are settled, we follow the tow truck out to the main road, which I can’t recall but that’s okay; I’m sure these people know where they are going. Jared shifts beside me, getting settled, and then suddenly leans against my side as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. I blink and nervously look at Shannon in the driver’s seat. The brown eyes are meeting his brother’s in the rearview mirror, and when I look, I can see identical smiles on both their faces.

It is not the first time I wonder if this was all just a huge set up – and I imagine it won’t be the last.

The End

Review: 30 Seconds to Mars at Helsinki, Finland (2008/6/2)

Tue, 24 Jun 2008 20:17:25 GMT

(This post is much overdue, but finally here... enjoy...)

Before the show

I cannot remember the set list, but I know you can find that one in several places online. (I am still kind of amused I did not recognize Pressure *shrug*.) No pics, either. Each one we tried to take turned out crappy, sorry.

Anyway, we arrived to Helsinki (me and my three friends) well in time to eat, then walk over to Jäähalli (the venue), and wait for several hours before the doors were opened. Gulls kept flying past us all the time. Heard later that some people had been camping in front of the doors for a few days.

The two boys (Matias and Otto, twins) and one girl (Sanna) all rushed into bathroom as soon as the doors were opened. I was a good girl waiting for them, checking out the layout of the hall itself. The boys, naturally enough, didn’t have to wait to get into the bathroom and we hung back waiting for Sanna to emerge too so we could get down and get our standing places.

Otto waved his ticket at me. Someone at the door had told him to show it, and he was so sure I had sold him a fake one or something :P They said it was for “lottery” or sorts and that “most tickets win”. I thought that it wasn’t anything too major – at least not before the gig started.

We passed the merch table on our way to the doors leading to the “field”, but Otto insisted we get good places and that I could buy stuff later.

We got our places in… 7th-10th row, I’m not sure. The two opening bands (Killer Aspect and Sara) were good enough, and I didn’t feel too tired of standing at that point. Then came The Wait; I think we waited over an hour before the Mars boys finally came on stage. By then I was so fed up with AC/DC that I think I’ll lose it when I hear any of them ever again (bad thing they play it a lot of them on Supernatural XD).

They had their white canvas in front of the stage, and I convinced Sanna (who was standing closer to me than the boys by that time) that since someone kept touching it all the time form the other side and the Mars boys were taking so long, they were probably having an orgy or something behind it. By the time the gig started, she actually agreed with me.

The show

It was O Fortuna to start the whole show – like I guessed. It was a strange moment for me: after four years I finally saw them live, revealed when the canvas fell and they kicked off the gig with A Beautiful Lie. Most of the show was surreal, like it wasn’t really even there.

They played Battle of One right after A Beautiful Lie, and I was so happy. My favorite songs from ABL!

All in all, though… the gig was like any I have seen over the internet. Jared’s little tour around the venue during The Kill just got me a little irritated, and I kept watching the stage when everyone else kept trying to keep an eye on the wayward singer.

And by the time the gig ended, I was actually satisfied. My legs were hurting, I was no longer in a real mood to hear more since I was shifted back and forth and couldn’t really see the stage anymore. All in all I think it was all because of the long wait that I didn’t even want to hear another song.

Some moments I can recall from the show, though, in random order:

The band arrived to Finland the day our “high school” students graduated. Jared would have wanted one of those white hats to play with on stage. No such luck. (One interviewer promised him his, though. He declined. Guess Jay pitied the man’s bad English just that much. Makes me wonder if we have any decent English speaking reporters in the entertainment world...)

Jared declared that Finland is now officially part of the Mars family.

Jared made his usual speech about how much of a nice place Finland is and how much they have enjoyed staying here. They came over a day or few before, apparently. Spent some time walking around. At least Jared also visited a local amusement park (Linnanmäki), which’s name he tried to read from a crib sheet around his wrist, but in the end didn’t go and try to say it out loud XD (I heard that at Linnanmäki, he stole cotton candy from unsuspecting people/fans XP) Anyway, he told us that unlike people would think, Finland is very “metropolitan” place.

In the middle of the show Jared pointed out that there are a lot of girls there. Next he made men shout, and then noted that Finnish men are scary mother-fuckers. After that he dedicated Buddha For Mary to the guys. “Let’s focus on the guys for a moment. Forget the girls. What do we need them for anyway?”

To add on the man-loving, Jared thanked the support bands. He asked the crowd how to pronounce Sara correctly. He got a chorus of answers, of course, so he went down to the edge of the stage and thrust the microphone into someone’s face. A guy shouts: “Saatana.” Everyone claps and laughs. Jared goes back on stage, wondering: “He didn’t say anything bad, right?” Well, Jared, he did. ;) Later he takes the same guy on stage with him, first going on complementing how cute he is. Apparently, the sound system is funny: he asks the guy’s name. The boy says very carefully: “Lassi.” Jared asks how old he is. Answer: “Lassi,” even more carefully pronounced. Jared laughs at that, claiming they have a perfect relationship already. Lassi obviously doesn’t hear shit. Then the guy steals Jared’s hat, and the singer gets more to laugh at. Jared concludes they are soulmates. He also compliment’s Lassi’s girlfriend, and says he wishes he was that good looking when he was young. Jared takes his hat back, too (I think they did bring another one for Lassi from backstage, though.) Lassi also got to translate some. Hilarious as hell. Do you live? Do you die? Do you bleed? I rolled my eyes so hard then :P Sure, it was a straight translation, but not very poetic (Elättekö te? Kuoletteko te? Vuodatteko te?). The guy was obviously high, drunk, or just very brave since he rocked with Jared for a while. Yeah, definitely soulmates.

Jared learned to say “kiitos” (“thank you” in Finnish), and got better at it with each try.

Jared made the crowd open their voice a little before one song. (Could have been The Fantasy.) He went on and on and on, hands up and down like a leader. Tim was cracking up on us so bad in the sidelines.

My only good pic from the gig, apparently. Some Tim love.

People threw stuff on stage every now on then, and Jared halted to ask if they have some more – and obviously, people did. One soft toy made him go “aww, cute,” as he pressed it against his face – then kicked it back to the crowd the next second.

Jared and Tomo had a quick talk just before they started Battle of One. (Not important, but something nice to note.)

When Jared set out to play a few songs acoustic, he asked people for what they would like to hear. I shouted for Fallen (hey, a girl’s gotta try, right?). Someone next to me shouted for Oblivion. Finally we got Pressure, and voted over Capricorn and what must have been Modern Myth. We got both, though.

R-evolve was introduced as “revolution inside your own head”.

They more or less officially ended touring ABL here, though Jared said they would have a short gig on Moscow soon. Group pics taken (without Tim) after the show ended.

(As far as I can remember, those were the biggest highlights of the show. More coming when I can come up with some.)

After the show

After show I talked for a moment with other friends of mine, was relieved to finally get moving, and then we went up. Merch table was empty, which upset me a lot, but I think I’ll get over it – one day.

While we got something to drink, I went to ask the security about signing. Turned out that the mark on the ticket that Otto got was a ticket to signing too. And that darling boy gave his ticket to me (well, we decided even before the show – and before he simply came to love Shannon – that in case the mark meant that, he would give it to me since he wasn’t really even a fan of the band)! So, back down to the “field” I went, alone, waiting. The band came out, we were arranged into a line, and I went over the possible things to say in my head so I wouldn’t stumble at my words when the moment came.

The security was in a hurry to get home, though, so pictures and hugs were pretty much forbidden.

First came Shannon. I gave him my paper, asked him if he would mind signing it (I’m a polite girl ^^), and he said something like “sure”. I was supposed to ask Shannon for a drum stick or something, since Otto too is a drummer too, but was passed on before that. :P

Next came Tomo. He looked down just as much as Shannon did, but I asked him if they would come out later anyway. He wasn’t sure. He did say “nice shirt”, though. Not sure if I said anything back at him at that – most likely a simple “thanks”. (Oh, and, as a late EDIT: he had a bandage in his left hand/wrist/forearm again. Didn't ask him about it though, since I'm sure everyone else already had :P)

Off to the last one. Jared… Finally there, right in front of me, looking sweaty and the make-up around his eyes a little messed up. He looked me in the eye, though. Also, like a good parrot, he repeated after Tomo: “Nice shirt.” I was a little taken aback by that (we’ve come to decide by now that it wasn’t my shirt they were really looking at XD). I said thanks, told him they were great tonight. Jared smiled, thanked me in return or something. I got on this… I dunno, flirty mood, because he was responding the certain way, and really holding my gaze. Told him “see you guys later,” and off I went, happy.

We went to the back of the building after I had hugged Otto tight. I told my friends that they could already leave since there was no guarantees if the band would come out, but they decided to stay with me. It was less than an hour, I guess, that we waited. Sanna fell asleep, poor girl, and I and the boys tried to keep warm.

Fans closer to the gates leading to the back gate were completely nuts, not allowing any car to pass without trouble. When finally the van came with the Mars boys in it, we went closer to wave them goodbye too. That was it. I was disappointed for not seeing them in a meet & greet, but at least I had the few seconds in signing.

My ticket and the signatures. Also, a dedication to Otto <3

When we were walking to the bus station, we’re pretty sure we saw the same van. The guys even said it looked like someone was inside it too. :D No idea.

Anyway, as a conclusion… The night was great, but at the same time feels a bit surreal. I don’t know if I can really merge this with the image I already have of them in my head. Maybe after a few more gigs… :)

Your Best Dress

Sat, 21 Jun 2008 13:08:55 GMT

Story Info

Title: Your Best Dress
Author: Del Rion (del_rion @ luukku.com)
Fandom: Real Person fiction
Genre: Erotica
Rating: FRAO / MA / adult
Summary: Pissed off Jared is hard enough to deal with; pissed off without apparent reason is calling for trouble. Tomo knows how far to push without getting burned, though.
Complete.
Written for: Del Rion’s Table of Inspiration #1. Prompt by seasidh; lyrics from “Tonight” by Westlife.
Characters: Jared Leto, Tomo Milicevic ( Shannon Leto and Timothy Kelleher mentioned).
Pairing: Jared/Tomo
Warnings: Slight angst, language, slight drunkenness, sexual content with rough sex, slash (intercourse between two men).
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these men, nor have I gained profit from making this story – other than by perhaps making few of my readers happy; this piece of writing has no pecuniary value whatsoever. This all is merely a figment of my imagination, and has nothing to do with the people represented in it – or their sexuality, behavior, or anything else for that matter.
Beta: Myr (piximyr)
Feedback: Makes one a happy, pleased, encouraged writer – myself being no exception.

About Your Best Dress: This is my first attempt with this pairing (well, I have another fic planned, but this is the first written effort). That in mind, be merciful, and feel free to point out things in case you feel like I could improve something. It’s all good for the future.

Other than that, I must blame Seasidh for the song she pointed for this one: it didn’t in itself inspire any kind of story, but I got something done when I stopped the player and focused on the lyrics (not sure how the story meets them, though…).

Started without an actual plot; ended while built on a shaky skeleton at best. In other words, not a masterpiece, but I hope it is worth someone’s time and a few reads.

Chapters and their status: Below you see the writing process of the story. If there is no text after the title, then it is finished and checked (until further updates are marked).

Your Best Dress

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Written for Del Rion’s Table of Inspiration #1.
Inspiration lyrics: “Tonight” by Weslife.
Inspiration by: Seasidh.

Your Best Dress

Tomo had noted early on that Jared had certain seasons when it came to his dressing up. Once in a while, irregularly, he found some new thing he liked and piece by piece found some new way to express himself. Usually it also created uproar in their fans, but it wasn’t like Jared would have cared about that.

Some things stuck through the years, like scarves and skinny jeans. Those were Jared’s trademarks just as much as the Blackberry in his hands.

Most of the time Jared didn’t go back to visit his old styles; when one thing was browsed and used, it was time to move on to something new. So, Tomo’s shock was pretty great when one night he returned to the bus to find Jared wearing something that, at first sight, looked like a dress but which he recognized as a kimono when he has a closer look.

It was not one of those that Jared has used on stage back when From Yesterday was still their current single; this kimono was made of a nice blue fabric that complemented his eyes rather nicely. With the koi fish winding around the vine-and-flower patterns, it looked rather stylish – and comfortable, since it seemed Jared was wearing nothing underneath or with it.

Finishing whatever he had been doing, Jared look up to him, a little surprised. “I thought you said you would stay the night out clubbing.”

“I thought you said you had a hotel room reservation,” Tomo shot back.

Tomo and Shannon had hit the bars few hours ago, joined by Tim. Jared had said something about being tired and retiring to his room, which he had in a hotel near the venue. When they left, Shannon had been determined they would get a place to stay the night when they were done partying – which probably meant he would go home with someone, or they would hit the nearest motel they could find at that hour that would take them in. Or then they would have just called Jared and demand where he was staying so they could crash on his couch and floor.

Now, though, it was getting late and Jared was here – whereas the members of the crew that should have stayed the night in the bus were nowhere to be seen. “Where’s everyone?” Tomo asked.

“In a hotel,” Jared mumbled, or at least that’s what Tomo guessed.

“And you’re here by yourself?”

“Until you came, yeah,” Jared shot back. There was a little note of irritation in his tone – one that Tomo had actually taken as weariness when they showered and dressed up for the night. Jared had been silent and bitchy in a way only Jared could be, and apparently wanted them to just get the fuck out.

Tomo had come back, though. He wasn’t as much in a mood to party as he thought he was, and Shannon had been completely wasted by the time he left, taking ‘support’ from three very lovely ladies. He would probably end up somewhere between their places in case they lived separately. Tim had disappeared after meeting some friends of his. So, in lack of better things to do, Tomo had headed back to the bus to see if maybe he could find Jared in a better mood, or get some sleep.

Since he now had found Jared, who apparently hadn’t booked a room but rather sent all their roadies into one, he couldn’t decide what to do. “Do we have something to drink?” he asked.

“Weren’t you just out doing that before coming back here?” Jared asked, eyes turned back to his Blackberry but his fingers remained still, which probably meant he was just feigning distraction. Tomo went to search the cupboards for some alcohol containing liquid, but when he actually found some, he didn’t feel like drinking any. He closed the door and went back to the lounge area where Jared was still sitting. Either he was waiting for a message or hoping he would get one, his fingers looking restless against the keys of his phone.

“Have you been sitting like this since we left?” Tomo asked. Stupid question: he could smell Jared had showered, and he had changed to the kimono, too, so he probably had been doing something after they had left to carouse.

“No,” Jared answered sharply.

Tomo wondered what had crawled up his ass during the show. Jared had been in a pretty good mood prior, though a little quiet, but that could be explained with being focused on the show. During the signing and a brief meet and greet he had been civil, but now that the Croatian thought about it, he had been a little ‘off’ somehow. Not in any particular way, but just in general. Shannon hadn’t made a move to fix it, though, which probably meant it wasn’t anything too alarming. Well, Shannon isn’t here now, Tomo concluded.

Taking a further look at Jared, who was still adamantly staring at the unmoving screen of his Blackberry, Tomo decided that since he had nothing better to do, and Jared looked kind of unhappy as he was – even if he wouldn’t admit it of course – he should do something about it. He had spent over four years with the man and knew when it was safe to attempt to push a reaction out of him. “Really, what’s wrong Jay?” he asked, breaking the silence.

He could see Jared’s shoulders tensing slightly, preceding the reply: “Nothing.”

“You sure look like it.”

“I don’t look like shit. Get your fucking ears wiped.”

Usually Tomo would have just lifted his hands and backed off at that, but they were alone and there was nothing Jared could really do to stop him from worrying or asking. They had upcoming shows and a new record in the plans; Jared had no time to find a new guitarist, so Tomo wasn’t afraid the other would really hurt him even if it would come down to threats. “Come on, you’re sitting here alone after sending everyone away,” that’s pretty much what he guessed had happened, “and you’re… well, dressed up for something.” He had no idea why the kimono had suddenly made an appearance.

Jared tossed his Blackberry to the couch rather carelessly and bounced up to his feet before Tomo could think of adding anything else to the list. The blue eyes looked rather odd, as if they couldn’t decide between a bunch of emotions. For a moment, Tomo fiddled with the thought that maybe he had cried, but then Jared’s hands were on him, pushing his chest hard and making him collide back against the counter and cupboards behind him. Luckily, nothing too fragile was set there, since he knocked a lot of stuff down trying to catch his balance. “The fuck –” he swore.

“I told you to fucking leave it alone,” Jared snapped back at him. His hands were still half-clutched on Tomo’s shirt. Good thing his nails weren’t long enough to actually hurt.

“Drop the drama bitch act, will you?” Tomo demanded. He barely resisted the temptation to push Jared back; the older man might not catch himself and there was only the couch and table behind him, and cracking their lead-singer’s head wasn’t on Tomo’s list of ‘brilliant things to do mid-career’.

Jared made a sort of hissing sound, breath escaping between his teeth. “Fuck you,” he concluded finally, drawing away.

Tomo’s chest ached a little after being released. He shifted his weight off the counter, knowing he might have bruises tomorrow where the edge had pressed into his waist. “Yeah, since that isn’t really your style,” he threw back at Jared, not really knowing what he desired for a reply with that.

What he got was an angry look from the singer, then his hands on his hair and shirt, pushing him around and to a side until he rested against the long closet door beside the counter. “You think?” Jared demanded against his back, his smaller but still deceivingly strong body pressing him to the surface. Tomo was kind of glad they had moved aside from the counter, since it would have been rather painful to be pressed against it like this, and judging the way Jared’s voice broke a little and his breathing was turning faster, Tomo guessed he would be here for a while.

A second later one of Jared’s hands disappeared – the one that wasn’t clutching his hair rather painfully and making Tomo regret he hadn’t gotten it cut earlier like he had planned – making reappearance while tugging his pants down rather harshly. Good thing he hadn’t decided to wear a belt after all, because with the force Jared used, it might have been rather painful too… Blinking, he tried to gather what was really going on. Sure, he wasn’t completely surprised by what was happening, but things had never escalated like this before.

When he joined the band, Tomo had been quite positive that Jared and Matt had something going on. He had never gotten enough proof, though, and had come into the conclusion that it was just that: flirting and some level of deep affection. Overall, the band wasn’t stranger to each other’s sexual habits or needs. It wasn’t once or twice when Tomo had shared a backstage bathroom or the bus’ bedroom area to relieve some tension with one of his band mates. Sometimes he had even gotten off by someone else’s hand than his own, and had retuned the favor enough times. Also, Jared liked to kiss, and if someone ever made the mistake of sleeping with Shannon in the same bed, they would soon realize the man was in a desperate need of another person’s closeness.

“Ouch! Mother-fucking bitch, fuck you….” Tomo swore suddenly, wincing and tensing. How Jared had managed to get this far without him noticing was beyond him and his slightly tipsy brain, but currently the younger Leto was pushing his cock into him, something cool and wet running down the backs of Tomo’s naked thighs. Nice that he had at least thought to use some lubrication, though in their current location, Tomo didn’t really want to know what Jared has decided to use to ease his way. Because that’s what it probably was for: something to make it easy for Jared to get in and move. When the singer was pissed, he usually stopped thinking of others’ comfort before his own.

“Goddamn,” Jared swore behind him, hips bucking, and dick moving slightly deeper inside Tomo’s body. The silky material of the kimono kept sliding and teasing the Croatian’s skin. Jared’s hand in his hair tugged and then pushed his head closer to the closet door, making Tomo turn his face to a side and close his eyes.

The burn of the rough entry was slowly fading as Tomo forced his muscles to relax. It was tricky but it worked, especially while Jared, even when angry, didn’t do any too hasty movements. Hot breath teased his neck right below where Jared was still clutching his hair. Jared’s other hand had settled on his hip, getting a good grip. Tomo was undecided if he liked the way it kept tugging his other ass cheek, but he knew better than to whine, knowing that the best way to move on was to allow Jared blow off some steam first, and the best way to make that happen was to give him free reign over things.

Jared kept fucking his dick into him for the next seven minutes. Tomo knew this quite precisely, since he opened his eyes every once in a while and found the digital numbers of a microwave staring back at him through a mirror’s reflection. He didn’t participate in the act too much, knowing that wasn’t required since Jared didn’t demand for it. And when seven minutes had passed, Jared halted to pant against his neck, the hand in his hair letting go and slowly sliding down to his shoulder for support.

Tomo didn’t have to see Jared’s face to know that some of his earlier mood was finally gone. The fingers moved from his hip forward, short nails caressing the root of his own dick, teasing the hairs there. He hadn’t been completely hard before, but Jared’s ghosting touch on the edge of his cock did the trick. Sweat was pooling in the small of his back, brushed away every now and then when his own shirt or Jared’s kimono got in between them. Whatever Jared has used for lube had already trickled down his legs until it had been stopped by his bunched up pants and underwear.

“Tired, old man?” Tomo asked softly. He expected a ‘fuck you’ to follow, but Jared was strangely silent. His fingers kept rather teasing the pubic hair than touching places where it really would have mattered, which in turn irritated Tomo a bit. He knew how to remedy that, though. His hands reached back, going as low as they could along Jared’s thighs and gathering up the blue kimono. He was positive he could never look at that piece of clothing again without thinking of Jared’s ill mood or dick up his ass.

Once Tomo had sufficiently pulled up the kimono, he also managed to catch some skin between Jared’s sharp hips and ass, tugging him closer. The older man responded with a groan, the hand on Tomo’s shoulder tightening, seeking for support. His head came to rest between Tomo’s shoulder blades, hair tickling the skin above the collar of his shirt. Another tug from Tomo, and Jared got the idea, pulling back slightly until he was forced to come forth again.

“Bossy,” Jared spoke against his back, his hips gaining strength in their thrusts. Tomo’s fingers ached from holding onto him so tight, the fabric and sweat making it all the more difficult to monitor Jared’s movements, but he was determined to go on. Whatever Jared said, Tomo knew he liked it… “Mother-fucker,” Jared half-gasped, half-groaned a moment later, and in the end made it sound a bit like a hoarse oath too. The way he shuddered and jerked, Tomo was positive he had just come. It meant his theory had been correct: Jared liked to start things, and then be encouraged even deeper, sometimes literally.

Once he was done and the after-shocks weren’t as prominent anymore, Jared pulled back from Tomo – who let him go without a fight since his fingers were starting to cramp. It took a while before the Croat turned around, his ass feeling stretched, uncomfortably wet and slick – not to mention the steady ache. He was still hard, too, since Jared hadn’t really paid attention to his needs earlier.

Jared had rejoined his spot on the couch, this time lying on his back, feet resting on the couch as if they were suffering from sudden weakness. The ties of the kimono had opened completely earlier, but Jared had wrapped it around himself a little before lying down. He still managed to look fucked with his flushed face and hair that was no longer neatly combed.

Taking in the sight, Tomo turned around, one of his hands falling down to jerk his cock absently, keeping a certain level of comforting pleasure going on. Jared looked back at him from between his slightly parted knees, as if too wary to let Tomo out of his sight.

Without a word, Tomo took a step towards the couch, kicking off his shoes and pants. He also spotted an open bottle of make-up remover on the counter beside him. His eyes lingered on it, and now that he paid attention to it, he could smell that certain odor through the sweat and cologne…

“If my ass stings later, you will personally wash it clean,” he threatened the singer and grabbed the bottle as he took the final step to reach the other. Jared was still staring at him, looking rather sated and weary where he was. As soon as Tomo pushed one of his knees aside, though, his face grew more alarmed. He started getting up when the Croatian approached, but Tomo pushed him back down.

Tomo set the bottle onto the table next to the couch, then removed his shirt, leaving himself naked. Their bodies produced enough heat that it was still pleasantly hot when he moved closer to Jared, forcing him to move further up the couch – as far as he could go anyway – and settled half on top of him. His hard cock pressed against the kimono briefly, making him groan. The thing was on the way, though, and with impatient hands, he pushed it aside.

Jared was still looking at him with eyes that said ‘you wouldn’t dare’, but Tomo was about to prove him very wrong on that point. Leaning forward, he attacked Jared’s bare chest, biting down on the edge of his pectoral muscle. Jared groaned, shifting, but Tomo didn’t move his mouth. He merely let go and bit down again, enough skin between his teeth to give him a really nice bite had he been in an attempt to eat the other. He was not that pissed for the rough treatment earlier, though, and moved his right hand to a side to find the damned bottle. He had not closed the cap, so it was easy to get some on his fingers, the extra substance dripping onto Jared’s stomach.

Setting the bottle back, Tomo placed the slick hand onto his cock, giving it a few good pulls before being satisfied. His jaw was beginning to ache so he let go of Jared’s skin, briefly eyeing the red teeth marks and irritated skin before moving his attention lower. His dick was eager to get some compensation for being ignored earlier, and Jared’s skinny but tempting ass was definitely better than most things he would get right now.

Jared shifted, trying to move away again, but Tomo grabbed one thigh, tugging it over his shoulder. “Fucking stay still,” he ordered, harsher than usually when dealing with his band mate. He was in a spot, though, and Jared could go fuck himself if he didn’t want to return the favor…

Pushing against Jared’s hole, extra wetness from his dick staining his skin and probably sliding down to the couch too, Tomo used his free hand to hold the other open for him. Once slightly inside, he shifted into pure strength, willing to give back what he had taken earlier.

Jared groaned, his leg jerking and moving aside from Tomo’s shoulder, propping itself onto the backrest of the couch. Another push from Tomo, and a new groan followed. This time a hiss accompanied it, and Tomo was pretty sure that had Jared been able, he might have bitten him.

Not wanting to be interrupted, and thrilled by the opportunity to have the control for a while, Tomo placed one hand over Jared’s mouth, pressing hard. “Shut the fuck up,” he told him and began to move for real. Jared was tight, definitely not used to this, but like Tomo he was smart enough to not tense and fight it, but rather waiting out the initial pain and discomfort.

Tomo would have loved to drive hard and ruthlessly into the other’s body, but kept his wits about it and savored the feeling. Who knew when the next opportunity for something like this would arise, and in case Jared ended up sitting or walking funny, it might turn out that Shannon got suspicious, and Tomo didn’t want to be a go-between in that.

Once Jared no longer made the muffled noises against his hand, Tomo moved it further up, sliding his fingers up into the other’s hair, keeping his head down against the couch at the same time as rubbing his scalp almost soothingly. Jared’s thighs were still occasionally jerking against his sides, as if undecided of what they wanted to do. To make it easier for him, Tomo guided the other leg up to the table beside them, knowing that the cramped space of the couch would just leave one of them in pain. At least this way, he had move room to maneuver.

Jared blinked up at him, then closed his eyes briefly before his hips shifted a little along with his next thrust. Tomo smiled, and delivered a sharper push. Next time Jared countered the movement, something fell and dropped to the floor; maybe the make-up remover, but Tomo was too busy to go and look. Instead, he leaned down, and willingly enough Jared tilted his head to join him in a kiss.

Kissing Jared was always great fun, since he had dozen and one ways to kiss people. This was not the playful kind of one, though; not something sloppy and quick, or a tongue in his mouth just for the hell of it. This was passionate: a kiss full of heat, and it was exciting in all the right ways. Jared’s lips were thinner than his, adding to the strangeness and newness of it in an intriguing way. He kept trying to push his tongue into Tomo’s mouth insistently enough, and in the end the Croatian stopped resisting, merely locking his teeth around Jared’s tongue when he felt the tingling start in his groin.

Jared moaned, probably wanting his tongue back after all, and Tomo let it go when his orgasm began to roll over him. He thrust hard into Jared one more time, then held himself there while his hips made those small, uncontrolled jerking movements. Jared groaned, his mouth still close to Tomo’s own since he hadn’t bothered to move his head up yet.

“Fuck,” Jared breathed finally.

“I concur,” Tomo replied, sighing and feeling his body sag down a little.

Jared made a sound beneath him, his legs coming down to rest against the back of his knees. “Could you fucking move?” he demanded, and slowly Tomo did. Pulling out was almost physically painful, and Jared grimaced as well. “Do I get the ass-cleaning now, too?” the older man asked, carefully unfolding his legs and trying to sit up. The kimono was tangled around him, though, giving him trouble worth a smile on Tomo’s face. He wasn’t quick enough to wipe it from his face when Jared looked up, and the tired mask of struggle against the stubborn cloth turned into a dark frown.

“Let me,” Tomo offered quickly, getting one knee propped up against the couch as he worked to pull Jared to the edge of it and up to his feet. They stared at each other for a moment, and Tomo was expecting a new explosion on Jared’s part for being helpful – and before that making fun of him, sort of. Instead, Jared just snorted and moved closer still, reaching up to tug his hair that was already painful from the roots. Tomo ignored that, though, and moved forward into the kiss the other was indicating for.

- - -

Later they were lying on the couch again.

While Tomo had taken a quick shower, Jared had actually cleaned up the mess they had created in the lounge area. Jared was back in his kimono now, though Tomo guessed it would get a proper wash later.

“So, were you dressed up for someone in particular?” the Croatian asked while he was resting with Jared half across his chest.

“Does it really look like that to you?” Jared shot back, his eyes on his Blackberry, fingers typing away. Someone had finally messaged him.

“I don’t know. But the kimono is new.”

“It was a gift,” the singer explained.

That got Tomo interested. “From a fan?”

“Does it matter?” the other frowned at his phone and then put it aside.

“I’m just curious,” Tomo confessed. “It looks nice on you. Such a pretty dress.”

He had Jared’s whole attention now. “It’s not a fucking dress, you ignorant git.”

“I know.”

“Then don’t say that.”

“You’re so damn adorable when you’re pissed.” If Tomo had tried resisting a smile before, he failed now.

“You didn’t seem to think that before,” Jared snorted.

“Yeah, well, you were a shit,” he tried to sound hurt.

“You could have just left me the fuck alone.”

“And miss all this fun?”

There was a total silence on Jared’s part.

“So I thought,” Tomo decided, with a full grin on his face this time.

“What?!” Jared exclaimed, turning his head a little to look at him.

“You planned this,” he declared

“Did not,” Jared said indignantly.

“You put on your best dress just for me.”

“It’s not a fucking dress and I wasn’t waiting for you since you were supposed to be dragging your fat, drunk ass across town.”

Tomo bit his cheek to keep from laughing. “You seemed to like my fat ass just fine before.”

“Says who?” Jared huffed, taking his phone back into his hand.

Knowing he had lost the competition for Jared’s attention, Tomo just laid back and enjoyed the slight buzz he still had from the alcohol he had consumed and the sex they’d had. Absently he reached to pet Jared’s hair, the other’s head coming to rest on his chest a moment later, even while he still typed away with his precious little device. He was in a better mood by the look of it, though, which forced Tomo to ask: “What was bothering you earlier?”

“What was… what?” Jared questioned, tone absent.

“What were you so upset about before?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yeah… sort of.”

Jared remained silent, and in the end Tomo decided that no, it really didn’t matter. This was Jared, after all. Life with him was never easy, uncomplicated, or normal. Or boring. “Thank fuck,” Tomo decided, kissing the other’s hair and receiving another absent little sound from the singer who was too engrossed in his Blackberry to really pay attention to anything else anymore.

The End

Lyrics:

Lately I'm so tired
If I took it all out on you
I never meant to
If I left you outside
If you ever felt I ignored you
Know my life is all you

So put your best dress on
And wrap yourself in the arms of someone
Who wants to give you all the love you want

Tonight, I'm gonna make it up to you
Tonight, I'm gonna make love to you
Tonight, you're gonna know how much I missed you, baby
Tonight, I dedicate my heart to you
Tonight, I'm gonna be a part of you
Tonight, you're gonna know how much I miss you
And I miss you so

I don't wanna act like
I know that you'll be mine forever
Though I hope it's forever
Don't want you to feel like
I take you for granted
Whenever we are together

So put your best dress on
And wrap yourself in the arms of someone
Who wants to give you all the love you want

Tonight, I'm gonna make it up to you
Tonight, I'm gonna make love to you
Tonight, you're gonna know how much I miss you, baby
Tonight, I dedicate my heart to you
Tonight, I'm gonna be a part of you
Tonight, you're gonna know how much I miss you
And I miss you so

Oh yeah
So put your best dress on
And wrap yourself in my arms, my love

Tonight, I'm gonna make it up to you
Tonight, I'm gonna make love to you
Tonight, you're gonna know how much I miss you, baby
Tonight, I dedicate my heart to you
Tonight, I'm gonna be a part of you