There was a combinations of things that could be waking Jonathan up. He was on an RV, lying down on a very generously sized bed, but the RV was moving, driving down the highway. Really only a few feet away, Eddie was sprawled out on the bench by the RV's kitchen table, his head in Query's lap and his hands on the table, since Echo was finishing up the fresh coat of nail polish on his nails. A quiz show was going on the television and he occupied himself by switching between answering the questions and complaining about how dumb the contestants were and, more importantly, how stupid their hair looked.
All in all, a lot was going on, but it wasn't too intrusive. Not surprising that someone heavily hungover had managed to sleep through it for hours. It took 15 hours from Georgia to Gotham, they still had a lot of ground to cover, but they had come quite a way.
What might be more disturbing was the man on the ground between the bed and the table, who had been tied up quite thoroughly and who had woken up not too long ago. Thankfully, he had been thoroughly gagged out of consideration, so in spite of his best efforts he couldn't make himself all that heard, but he had finally managed to angle himself so he kicked his legs against the bed as he tried to get loose. Maybe that would wake Jonathan up.
Jonathan slowly sat up and rubbed at his neck, it was all sorts of messed up, probably from the angle he'd passed out at. His head was throbbing and he felt a lot like the one time he drank his uncles moonshine without telling anyone... only worse. Dear God, how much did he drink last night? He could barely remember anything. He wanted to take a moment to center himself but some dickhead was kicking the bed constantly and it was pissing him off like crazy.
He looked over the edge of the bed and raised an eyebrow, wondering whatever the fuck was happening. He knew city people were dodgy but were they all this dodgy? Was this a sex thing or a revenge him? Hard to say. Either way, he reached out and put his foot on the guy's back to hold him in place. "You better stop kicking the bed, son. I ain't gonna tolerate it much longer."
Turning his head, he looked at Edward, Echo and Query with confusion, half squinting cause the fucking light was murdering his head. "The fuck you guys doing?"
"Good morning, Jonny!" The tied up guy seemed less enthused about Jonathan waking up than Edward, but who cared? Ed was ignoring him anyway. "Echo's doing my nails, Query is failing to pet my hair--" Which he didn't blame her for, actually, she was doing something on her phone that he was sure was more interesting than hair petting and, hey, she still let him access her lap, so he wasn't complaining. "--and I've mostly just been keeping occupied until you would wake up."
Which meant that now he sat up, bright grin on his face. "Morning, sleeping beauty. I'd have tried kissing you awake, but I think you needed the rest."
He stepped onto the table to get out from behind the bench, bending down to pick up a greasy brown package. "We got you a hangover breakfast last rest stop. Feeling up for it?"
"Sure, I guess so." Jonathan rubbed his eyes and then stood up, walking on the guy and hopping off him as he came over to the table, pulling out a seat and flopping into it. He eyed the food and his stomach warned him not to but... well, that never really worked before. "My head is fucking killing me."
"You chugged like half our booze before we could stop you. We did warn you but damn, you drink like a fish." Echo thought it was funny, he really didn't slow down, no matter what she and Edward said. She finished doing Edward's nails and blew on them. "There, Eddie. You pretty now?"
Jonathan eyed up Edward's nails as he forced himself to eat, trying to work out why he even do that. Isn't that just what girls did? "Why is there a guy tied up?" That was more of a pressing question so Jonathan asked that. "He piss you off or something?"
"I like it." Ed admired his nails and then sat down on top of the table, legs crossed, so he could look at Jonathan and hand him the sandwich. He was careful not to touch anything with his nails, so he spread his fingers and held his hands out of the way, not caring how stupid that may look. "That's the bassist you're replacing. He wasn't behaving at all gentlemanly, so he's getting some thinking time and then we can test his manners again."
He reached for the remote control to turn the television of, smiling at Jonathan again. "I always feel - and the girls agree - that there's few problems that can't be solved with bondage."
"Noted. I'll keep that in mind." Jonathan leaned back in his seat and ate his sandwich, not sure what was on it until he took a big bite and, honestly, it took like 5 bites and 5 seconds to finish. Echo could not look away. How did this scrawny guy eat that sandwich so fast? Maybe it was a southern thing. Jonathan patted himself down when he was done and pulled out his phone, turning it on for the first time since he'd left the concert. As soon as it turned on, he looked at the sheer amount of messages he had. Nearly a hundred texts and God knows how many missed calls, mostly from his father.
"Christ almighty." He pulled a face and then looked up at Edward, unsure what to do now. "I gotta to be honest here, I had no plan. So I dunno what we're doing here but I'm open to suggestions."
"I don't know, man. You want more food?" Because, honestly, after seeing him inhale that? Edward felt that might be the most pressing need. However, he also noted the widening of Jonathan's face, that subtle change in his expression. Jonathan wasn't very expressive, comparatively speaking especially, but he could tell the signs. He reached out, putting two fingers on the side of his neck and feeling his pulse for a moment before running the fingers further down, as a distraction. By the time he reached Jonathan's chest, he'd used his other hand to snatch his phone from him.
He didn't hesitate, he simply put the phone down his pants, actually tucking it in his underwear. There, other things to think about, should keep him from obsessing over just one thing. "We're gonna be in Gotham by tomorrow. My manager will negotiate your contract. Trust me, he'll work it out. He's got a killer business sense. Also he's a killer, so. That helps."
"... Why is my phone in your damn underwear, son?" Jonathan put his head in his hand and gave Edward a baffled expression while Query snorted with laughter, giving Edward an amused little smile.
"Aww, he calls you son."
"Oh for the love of -- not that fucking way." He forgot the issue with calling Edward son, not a good idea. With a huff, he leaned back in his chair and decided that he didn't really need his phone so whatever. Edward's crotch could have it. Forever. He was never touching it again. "Whatever. It's yours now."
"Don't be so stressy, Jonny. You're hot, sexy and talented so Ozzie is gonna hire you to be with us. You wanna do that right? Cause we're so cute." Echo wrapped her arms around Jonathan and gave him a hug - Jonathan had never looked more awkward in his life.
"It's all gonna be fine, daddy. Relax." Yes, of course the issue persisted. Hey, he didn't mind being called son, but the consequence was fairly logical. He shuddered a little, raising his eyebrows playfully. "Good thing your phone's on vibrate, huh?"
Was it actually on vibrate? Didn't matter, he could play at it. "You wanna have a shower, Jonny? You could use the shower that's not a bird cage."
He was ever so helpful. "You can borrow some of my clothes. Not as if you've ever worn anything that fits you anyway. We're gonna change that, for the record."
"For Henrietta. She's cute but she needed somewhere to sleep, she kept pooping on Ed's pillow. She's our hen! This way, we always get fresh eggs. Genius, right?" Echo grinned and Jonathan just stared at her, trying to process how weird this RV was. He rubbed at his eyes and then nodded his head - not over how smart it was, he just wanted to shower.
"Which one isn't the bird cage?" Looking at Edward, only Edward, wanting to make sure that Edward knew that he wanted to talk to him and not the crazy bird girl. "Show me."
"You want me to show you the shower." Edward repeated it simply, it came out as suggestive. He accepted that as his lot in life and got off the table, holding a hand out to Jonathan to help him get up before walking over to the bathroom. "We've decorated the bird cage. It's pretty obvious."
He pointed out the normal shower, which was also quite decoratively tiled in green, but at least there was no chicken coop. Then he leaned against the wall, smiling serenely. "Need any help getting clean?"
"Can you think of anything but sex or is that all? Just wondering. It's kind of one note." Jonathan rolled his eyes at him and checked out the shower before turning back to Edward, baffled by how someone can just be so thus. So entirely, unstoppably... this. "I need clothes and all. Which towel can I use? And how do I lock the darn door to keep you out?"
Just saying. He seemed pretty determined to make him uncomfortable so he didn't fancy giving him an inch, he'd probably take it too far. Never mind a mile, it'd be worse. He could see it.
"I can think of a lot of things. It's quite amazing, really. It's just that I happen to be attracted to you, so bringing that up seems more important than letting you in on my thoughts on the Voynich Manuscript and the rise and fall of the Byzantine Empire." Ed didn't feel overly insulted, but he still didn't want his mental capacity to be undervalued. That just seemed like such a shame. "Use the blue towel, that's for guests. And don't you worry about the door. I won't do anything you don't want, so if you're so worried about your virtue, you gotta be worried about your resolved."
He laughed and pushed away from the wall, turning to walk out the door instead and close it behind him, so Jonathan could shower in peace.
So the horny boy didn't want to be seen as an idiot who thought with his dick? Interesting. Said a lot about Edward, really. He quite enjoyed Edward, he was fun to think about. He had layers. That and he was stupidly handsome and Jonathan had the overwhelming urge to jack off for the first time in a long time. He only really did it as a teenager and even then, very sparingly just in case anyone found out. Who would find out? Well, he never knew but apparently God was always watching and it was a bit of a boner killer.
Now God was dead, sin was the expected and Edward was such a handsome bastard, he wanted to fuck him so badly, it actually hurt.
He got out of the shower, dried off and found the clothes Edward had left for him, pulling them on with little care. As Edward said, nothing he wore ever fit him. He didn't much care about fashion.
While Jonathan was having a shower, Edward decided to make some eggs, since Jonathan seemed to need a lot of fuel. He let the girls play with their ex-bassist, while scrolling through his own phone as he watched over the omelette he was making, catching up on what people thought.
Which was why he could greet Jonathan with an interesting question when he walked out of the bathroom. "Crygma or Jonward? I'm not too fussed just yet, but the fans are a-buzzing. Best to rein that in early on. What should we go for?"
"They both sound fucking awful." So it was honestly hard to pick, given the terrible options. He leaned on the counter, watching Edward and also the omelette he was making, intrigued by both. Mostly the omelette, not gonna lie. He was pretty hungry. "I think ship names are always so uninspired and stupid, just smashing a name together. Not even stage names. Put some creativity in it, you know? What do you call yourself on stage? Riddle or something, right?"
Maybe there was something there. Not that Jonathan had any experience with shipping or whatever. He didn't do that stuff. "I've never had this sort of stuff before, I dunno if people do it in country. Seems like a dangerous game."
"Oh, they do. There's already some pairings for you. But I'm sure we've already replaced the top ship." Edward felt rather accomplished by that. "Riddler. Although I accept all kinds of names, if you say it with enough enthusiasm. Speaking of, I was going to ask you how much bacon, but I've seen you eat, so I'm guessing all the bacon."
Even as he spoke he filled the omelette with bacon, cheese, some mushrooms, then folded it up and flipped it around. He liked cooking and it seemed as if Jonathan would be very appreciative of whatever he did. "You got anything other than your name, Jonny? My fans call me fuckboy a lot. Make of that what you will."
"Give me whatever, I'm always hungry and I ain't picky." He watched Edward fill the omelette with everything, very satisfied that he was going to get the omelette. "Just Jon. When I was a boy, they called me Hoppin' Jon but I grew out of that. Don't really hop, do I?" As funny as it was to be named after a food, he wasn't really feeling it. As an adult, he fought quite hard for his name back. Jonathan or Jon, nothing else.
"Showmanship is a deadly thing, one wrong move and it goes to sinning." Jonathan smirked at the stupid idea, showing what he felt of it from his tone alone. "I guess I should get one. None of you lot seem to use your name, huh?"
"I don't even use my real last name, there's a secret." Well, not much of a secret. Most dedicated fans knew, but it still helped a little with potential issues. "Giving my little sis some privacy."
He slipped the omelette onto a plate and then handed it to Jonathan with a light bow. "I'd put some herbs on top to make it look fancy, but I feel that'd be wasted effort. Maybe some time when you're less ravenous."
If he ever was. Who knew? Either way, Edward shrugged. "We're Gothamites. Gotham has a tradition of names and costumes. Even my manager goes by Penguin more than his real name. Best move is to pick a name before you're stuck with one. A persona."
Jonathan thought back to last night and the craziest time he'd ever had and it was pretty easy to come up with a stage name. In many ways, this was a rebirth and what happened on stage had changed him. He sat down at the TV table with his plate and picked up a fork, nodding to himself. "Guess it's Scarecrow then, ain't it? What does that make the ship name? I reckon 'Scriddler'."
The best option so far. Given how fucking awful the others were. Jonathan made short work of his omelette, seriously impressive ow fast he inhaled his food, and once he was done, he leaned back and looked very pleased. "I got some ideas going forward, with how to dress and all."
"Scarecrow. Scriddler. I like it, it's bought." Edward grinned and flopped down on the sofa next to Jonathan, watching him eat at the speed of light. "We should make it official, tell me when you're ready for a picture."
He was already opening his photo app, trying to find a good angle for them both. "And let me know your ideas, Scarecrow. I work with the best in the biz, we can make all your American Gothic dreams come true. You don't know our vids, right? You said you only knew one of our songs or so. Seems like we've got some catching up to do..."
"I don't like taking pictures." Jonathan wasn't a big fan, he didn't really do it but he had been trained by his father to pretend to like it. So even if he felt uncomfortable and not really into it, he was capable of taking a good selfie with Edward and not completely fucking it up. He gave Edward a frown, wondering how he did all of this stuff effortlessly - he suppose that was the difference between wanting to do this as a career when of adult age and being made to do it as a child and never stopping.
"I don't know your stuff, I've seen like one or two. My father was pretty strict. Is strict. It was hard to see anything good, you know?" The only access he had to the darker things was through books. His dad never checked his books. "Dunno much outside of country."
"You don't?" Edward couldn't relate, but he could accommodate. He used one hand to cover Jonathan's eyes, then took the picture and moved the hand again, to show Jonathan. "See? You didn't have to show much, but people are going to like it. Mysterious with a hint of kink. Hm. There's a good song title."
He grinned as he started scrolling through his filters to quickly edit the picture a little and then add the appropriate hashtags - #riddler, #scarecrow, #scriddler #beautifulbeginning. "You're so tense, Jonny. Relax. This is all fun. Don't take things so seriously."
With that, he posted the picture, then leaned forward for the remote, so he could turn on the television. "Let's start your education."
"I ain't tense... well, I guess I am but I can't help it, it's just my natural state. Never been one to relax." Also he had no ability to make his body not be tense - he'd tried, it just didn't wanna relax and he was fine with that. He watched what Edward was doing, reading his hashtags and unable to not smile at how hard Edward leaned into the things he was always told not to lean into. "What sort of education am I in for then? Show me what you got, so-- Ed."
Not son. Never son. He watched the TV come on and Edward load up youtube, already twigging what was going to happen. He was going to learn all about Edward's band. "What sort of stuff inspires your music?"
"Hm. Lots of drugs, mostly." It wasn't entirely wrong, but clearly a joke anyway. Edward tried to think of better words to say to someone he actually wanted in his band, not some reporter or a fan, an answer that wasn't just bullshit or facetious. "I write about what I think and I want it to sound like I feel. Sometimes I get inspired by books, movies, et cetera. Often I'm inspired by my shitty, shitty love life."
He was being honest here, after all. Ed found a playlist of their videos in chronological orders and started it, only to shudder when he actually saw himself. "Ugh. I had the worst hair back then. Ignore that. My voice needed work too."
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All in all, a lot was going on, but it wasn't too intrusive. Not surprising that someone heavily hungover had managed to sleep through it for hours. It took 15 hours from Georgia to Gotham, they still had a lot of ground to cover, but they had come quite a way.
What might be more disturbing was the man on the ground between the bed and the table, who had been tied up quite thoroughly and who had woken up not too long ago. Thankfully, he had been thoroughly gagged out of consideration, so in spite of his best efforts he couldn't make himself all that heard, but he had finally managed to angle himself so he kicked his legs against the bed as he tried to get loose. Maybe that would wake Jonathan up.
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He looked over the edge of the bed and raised an eyebrow, wondering whatever the fuck was happening. He knew city people were dodgy but were they all this dodgy? Was this a sex thing or a revenge him? Hard to say. Either way, he reached out and put his foot on the guy's back to hold him in place. "You better stop kicking the bed, son. I ain't gonna tolerate it much longer."
Turning his head, he looked at Edward, Echo and Query with confusion, half squinting cause the fucking light was murdering his head. "The fuck you guys doing?"
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Which meant that now he sat up, bright grin on his face. "Morning, sleeping beauty. I'd have tried kissing you awake, but I think you needed the rest."
He stepped onto the table to get out from behind the bench, bending down to pick up a greasy brown package. "We got you a hangover breakfast last rest stop. Feeling up for it?"
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"You chugged like half our booze before we could stop you. We did warn you but damn, you drink like a fish." Echo thought it was funny, he really didn't slow down, no matter what she and Edward said. She finished doing Edward's nails and blew on them. "There, Eddie. You pretty now?"
Jonathan eyed up Edward's nails as he forced himself to eat, trying to work out why he even do that. Isn't that just what girls did? "Why is there a guy tied up?" That was more of a pressing question so Jonathan asked that. "He piss you off or something?"
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He reached for the remote control to turn the television of, smiling at Jonathan again. "I always feel - and the girls agree - that there's few problems that can't be solved with bondage."
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"Christ almighty." He pulled a face and then looked up at Edward, unsure what to do now. "I gotta to be honest here, I had no plan. So I dunno what we're doing here but I'm open to suggestions."
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He didn't hesitate, he simply put the phone down his pants, actually tucking it in his underwear. There, other things to think about, should keep him from obsessing over just one thing. "We're gonna be in Gotham by tomorrow. My manager will negotiate your contract. Trust me, he'll work it out. He's got a killer business sense. Also he's a killer, so. That helps."
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"Aww, he calls you son."
"Oh for the love of -- not that fucking way." He forgot the issue with calling Edward son, not a good idea. With a huff, he leaned back in his chair and decided that he didn't really need his phone so whatever. Edward's crotch could have it. Forever. He was never touching it again. "Whatever. It's yours now."
"Don't be so stressy, Jonny. You're hot, sexy and talented so Ozzie is gonna hire you to be with us. You wanna do that right? Cause we're so cute." Echo wrapped her arms around Jonathan and gave him a hug - Jonathan had never looked more awkward in his life.
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Was it actually on vibrate? Didn't matter, he could play at it. "You wanna have a shower, Jonny? You could use the shower that's not a bird cage."
He was ever so helpful. "You can borrow some of my clothes. Not as if you've ever worn anything that fits you anyway. We're gonna change that, for the record."
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"For Henrietta. She's cute but she needed somewhere to sleep, she kept pooping on Ed's pillow. She's our hen! This way, we always get fresh eggs. Genius, right?" Echo grinned and Jonathan just stared at her, trying to process how weird this RV was. He rubbed at his eyes and then nodded his head - not over how smart it was, he just wanted to shower.
"Which one isn't the bird cage?" Looking at Edward, only Edward, wanting to make sure that Edward knew that he wanted to talk to him and not the crazy bird girl. "Show me."
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He pointed out the normal shower, which was also quite decoratively tiled in green, but at least there was no chicken coop. Then he leaned against the wall, smiling serenely. "Need any help getting clean?"
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"Want any help getting dirty?"
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Just saying. He seemed pretty determined to make him uncomfortable so he didn't fancy giving him an inch, he'd probably take it too far. Never mind a mile, it'd be worse. He could see it.
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He laughed and pushed away from the wall, turning to walk out the door instead and close it behind him, so Jonathan could shower in peace.
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Now God was dead, sin was the expected and Edward was such a handsome bastard, he wanted to fuck him so badly, it actually hurt.
He got out of the shower, dried off and found the clothes Edward had left for him, pulling them on with little care. As Edward said, nothing he wore ever fit him. He didn't much care about fashion.
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Which was why he could greet Jonathan with an interesting question when he walked out of the bathroom. "Crygma or Jonward? I'm not too fussed just yet, but the fans are a-buzzing. Best to rein that in early on. What should we go for?"
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Maybe there was something there. Not that Jonathan had any experience with shipping or whatever. He didn't do that stuff. "I've never had this sort of stuff before, I dunno if people do it in country. Seems like a dangerous game."
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Even as he spoke he filled the omelette with bacon, cheese, some mushrooms, then folded it up and flipped it around. He liked cooking and it seemed as if Jonathan would be very appreciative of whatever he did. "You got anything other than your name, Jonny? My fans call me fuckboy a lot. Make of that what you will."
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"Showmanship is a deadly thing, one wrong move and it goes to sinning." Jonathan smirked at the stupid idea, showing what he felt of it from his tone alone. "I guess I should get one. None of you lot seem to use your name, huh?"
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He slipped the omelette onto a plate and then handed it to Jonathan with a light bow. "I'd put some herbs on top to make it look fancy, but I feel that'd be wasted effort. Maybe some time when you're less ravenous."
If he ever was. Who knew? Either way, Edward shrugged. "We're Gothamites. Gotham has a tradition of names and costumes. Even my manager goes by Penguin more than his real name. Best move is to pick a name before you're stuck with one. A persona."
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The best option so far. Given how fucking awful the others were. Jonathan made short work of his omelette, seriously impressive ow fast he inhaled his food, and once he was done, he leaned back and looked very pleased. "I got some ideas going forward, with how to dress and all."
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He was already opening his photo app, trying to find a good angle for them both. "And let me know your ideas, Scarecrow. I work with the best in the biz, we can make all your American Gothic dreams come true. You don't know our vids, right? You said you only knew one of our songs or so. Seems like we've got some catching up to do..."
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"I don't know your stuff, I've seen like one or two. My father was pretty strict. Is strict. It was hard to see anything good, you know?" The only access he had to the darker things was through books. His dad never checked his books. "Dunno much outside of country."
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He grinned as he started scrolling through his filters to quickly edit the picture a little and then add the appropriate hashtags - #riddler, #scarecrow, #scriddler #beautifulbeginning. "You're so tense, Jonny. Relax. This is all fun. Don't take things so seriously."
With that, he posted the picture, then leaned forward for the remote, so he could turn on the television. "Let's start your education."
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Not son. Never son. He watched the TV come on and Edward load up youtube, already twigging what was going to happen. He was going to learn all about Edward's band. "What sort of stuff inspires your music?"
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He was being honest here, after all. Ed found a playlist of their videos in chronological orders and started it, only to shudder when he actually saw himself. "Ugh. I had the worst hair back then. Ignore that. My voice needed work too."
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