(no subject)
Sep. 26th, 2007 09:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
why_me_why_notThe Epic Love Story of Brendon Urie & Frank Iero: Part II
written by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
why_me_why_not and irisgirl12000, with lots of essential help from anasuede
Adult, ~3000 words
This part has some Jon/Spencer as well as some Brendon/Frank.
Part I
Spencer doesn't pay attention to the fact that Jon is on the phone -- he's traumatized -- when he suddenly appears in his bunk and crawls over top of him, grabbing the blanket at the end of the bed and pulling it over his head. "Help me, Jon Walker!"
"What the hell?"
Spencer pulls the blanket down to peek at Jon and says in a loud whisper, "Save me from the sexually deviant energizer bunnies!"
Jon just stares at him for a minute, like Spencer has lost his mind. He knows how Brendon and Frank are, even if he hadn't seen them yet this morning. But the sight of Frank wearing Brendon's pink hoodie and little else -- yeah, Spencer's pretty sure he's going to need therapy for life now.
Finally Jon tells Cassie to hold on and puts the phone on mute. "Spencer. You're messing with my sex life, crawling in here and interrupting my phone calls."
Spencer looks a little regretful. "Um, well, I can help? I mean... I never... I can't help it!" Brendon's "oh god" carries clearly from outside the bunk, and Spencer pulls the blanket back up. "I'm sorry, Jon, but I'm not leaving this bunk."
"Dude, no. Just... be quiet so she doesn't get embarrassed and stop or hang up or something."
Spencer nods. He can totally do that, he can be so still and quiet that even Jon forgets he's here, as long as he doesn't have to face Brendon & Frank again. He lays down turns away from Jon so he can close his eyes and try not to listen to Jon's voice go all rough and low and breathy.
Maybe closing his eyes was a bad idea, because with the reality shut out, he can imagine Jon's talking to him. Spencer likes Cassie, he does, but right now he's really kind of jealous. And he's stuck between Jon and the wall and if he shifts just a little Jon's going to know he's hard and Spencer'll spend the rest of the tour hiding under the bus.
Jon's no longer speaking real words, just humming encouragement, but it's still getting to Spencer. He bites his lip to keep back a moan, but he's convinced Jon can hear the hitch in his breath. He can feel the blankets shift each time Jon moves his hand, and he tries not to imagine that hand touching him. He chances a peek over his shoulder and finds Jon looking back at him.
Spencer freezes, eyes wide and lip caught between his teeth, not sure if he should apologize or go back to hiding. His body doesn't seem to be listening to his head, though, so he rolls onto his back and reaches his hand to rest on the flat of Jon's stomach. Jon brings his hand up to twine their fingers together, sliding them back down, over his briefs, as he curls toward Spencer.
Spencer can't think of anything beyond the feel of Jon under his hand and how he's close enough that Spencer could easily lean in and kiss him. But the light of the cell is shining between them and Spencer's more scared of Cassie than of the fact he has no idea what he's doing. The phone hits the sheets between them as Jon moves closer. Spencer hopes that the phone cut off when it dropped because he can't hold back the low rumble of Jon's name, but he doesn't have time to regret it because Jon's touch is warm and rough and firm, not at all what S is used to but familiar in its own way because it's Jon, and Spencer wants so bad even though he's not sure what.
Jon's stroking him harder, faster, and Spencer's trying to match his rhythm -- he's so close and he doesn't want to get there alone -- when a crash and a giggle penetrate the haze in his brain.
They pause, and Jon rolls his eyes and mutters what sounds like "Those two are ruining my sex life one way or the other."
Spencer agrees in his mind, because fucking Brendon and Frank are apparently set on ruining his entire fucking life, but he doesn't want to stop. He doesn't know if they even could, they're both so close, but the feel of the situation shifted when Jon tensed up after the interruption and Spencer isn't sure what to do next. Spencer can feel he's about to panic, about to pull away and stutter an excuse, when Jon closes his eyes and presses his lips to Spencer's, rocking against him, urging him without words to keep going.
The kiss and movement of Jon's body against his is both insistent and encouraging; he can't help but go with it, and the feeltastetouch of Jon pushes him over the edge. He wonders if he should be embarrased that he just came on his straight best friend, but right now he's too relaxed to care and they're still lying next to one another in the bunk, so he'll save any worrying for later.
******************************************
Brendon wakes up with a mouthful of pink cotton and a tattooed arm around his waist. He remembers Jasmine & Aladdin's duet, and Frank humming in his ear, and grins. He untangles himself and slips quietly from the bunk -- he doesn't want to, he just really has to pee -- and when he crawls back in, Frank wraps around him like a spider monkey and Brendon finds himself in the perfect position to lick the tattoo on Frank's neck, which is too good an opportunity to pass up.
"This," Frank mumbles as Brendon licks a stripe of heat down his chest, "is the best way to wake up. Ever. Maybe I should switch buses permanently."
They're distracted when a disgusted voice asks "Do you two ever come up for breath?" and Frank thinks he might have to kill Ryan.
Brendon twists around to glare at his bandmate and says, "Yeah, when we stop for food. Now fuck off!" He reaches behind him to yank the curtain shut, but he thinks the effect of his mock-anger is lost when he and Frank both bust out laughing. He hears a groan and a 'not again' that sounds like Spencer, and a laugh from Jon. He doesn't care, though, because he's got Frank Iero under him in his bed and his world is good.
******************************************
Jon looks at Spencer, smiles, and cocks his head. "We've got another sixty miles to go. M'goin back to bed."
Spencer follows like he isn't about to refuse that unspoken invitation.
Cuddling in their downtime really isn't anything new, but it's still feels different. Not a bad different though. Spencer smiles as Jon scooches over to make room for him on the bunk. He remembers to close the curtain this time. Spencer stretches out beside Jon, lying on his side and propping his head on his hand. He slides his other hand over Jon's stomach, fingers sneaking under the edge of his shirt and rubbing lightly over the hot bare skin beneath. He leans a little over Jon, licking his lips and watching the way Jon's eyes crinkle around the edges when he smiles. "Hi."
It shouldn't sound sexy, a single commonplace word, but it does. With Spencer just looking at him, Jon decides that patience is overrated. Jon reaches out and grabs him by the collar to tug him down. Spencer smells like sweat, detergent, sleep, and yesterday's cologne, and it's making Jon slightly crazy. "Hey," he says quietly. Jon's surprised about the low breathy tone to his voice, but Spencer makes a small noise that sounds suspiciously like a whimper and kisses Jon before he manages to say something stupid. Jon makes an mmm sound before sliding his tongue over Spencer's lips and it kind of hums through him, harmonizing with the murmur in his own thoughts. Spencer taps out a corresponding rhythm on Jon's belly and smiles into the kiss, and Jon wonders if Spencer realizes that sex together is like music. He could do this all day, long lazy kisses, but they don't have time.
Kissing Spencer shouldn't be this hot. Lying against him, making out, feels good -- great -- but it's also comfy, like it's no different than usual. Like this is a part of them that's always been there, they just didn't know it. Jon curves a hand over Spencer's hip and reels him in so they're aligned from nose to knees. Jon knows Brendon and Frank will be up again soon, and they'll arrive at the venue and need to work, but for now he concentrates on the rhythm of Spencer's pulse and the music of breath against his lips.
Spencer and Jon make out until Brendon comes by and yanks the curtain open, expressing his disappointment that they're both still dressed. Spencer rolls his eyes and reluctantly pulls his hands from underneath Jon's clothes. Spencer gives Jon an apologetic look, like he can't trust himself to not touch Jon when they leave the bus, and he puts himself between a still-pouty Ryan and a suddenly-solitary Brendon. No one bothers bother telling Brendon that the shirt he's wearing is not only Frank's, but it's inside out.
Jon sort of wishes they were going to stay here longer than a day because he'd like to spend some time with Spencer, time not crammed into a bunk where Brendon and Frank and Ryan can interrupt. He knows they've got a show tonight and another tomorrow though, so he rolls out of the bunk and follows, trailing after Brendon, who's even bouncier than usual, his normal insane energy magnified by happiness.
Brendon notices Jon and grins, throwing an arm over his should. "Know what, Jon Walker? Life is great!"
Jon laughs. "Yeah, I'm rather fond of it myself."
Brendon laughs too, a secret laugh like they're sharing something more than just words. He rushes Jon to catch up with Spencer and Ryan, hoping they can talk Zack into letting them sneak to the Starbucks he can see up the street.
******************************************
Frank tries to sneak onto the MCR bus, and he thinks his attempt is successful until he sees Gerard waiting in his bunk, arms crossed tight across his chest, scowl on his face.
Frank's actually kinda irritated that Gerard thinks he has some right to be mad. It's not his fault Gerard had been off with Lyn-Z when Frank told Bob and Ray he was staying over on the Panic! bus. And F really doesn't want to let G ruin his good mood. He crawls in beside Gerard. "Miss me?"
Gerard fake-pushes him away and then admits, "Maybe a little."
Frank waits for Gerard to say more, but he just sits there, his hand unmoving from where it had landed on Frank's chest. A week ago, that would've felt normal, but now it feels odd, heaver than Brendon's, broader and with shorter, callused fingers. Frank shifts restlessly. "Are you ready to go? I gotta change." Gerard gives him a thorough once-over and that's when Frank realizes the shirt he has on isn't his.
Gerards's eyes narrow when he recognizes the shirt but all he says is "You wanna hang out after the show? Order pizza & I'll let you beat me at Guitar Hero?"
Frank laughs because he always schools Gerard at Guitar Hero. He and Brendon didn't specify, but Frank had planned on being with him again. On the other hand, Gerard looks kinda down. Frank starts to ask if he & Lyn-Z are ok but doesn't. He can only fake being happy for Gerard if Gerard really is. He says yes but feels guilty when Brendon corners him at soundcheck with a kiss and Starbucks. Brendon says it's cool, but now he's the one looking sad when he steals another kiss and bounces off to tell Ryan he won't have to switch buses after all. Frank sighs and wonders exactly what he's doing.
******************************************
Ryan slouches down on the sofa next to Brendon, eyes trained on the screen. He takes his status of Guitar Hero champion very seriously. The irony of the situation isn't lost on Brendon: Frank and Gerard are doing the exact same thing over on the MCR bus.
"So, Frank."
Brendon tenses, then forces himself to relax and hums and affirmative.
"What's going on there?"
Brendon shrugs. "He's a lot of fun. And he's an awesome kisser."
From the sour look on Ryan's face, he expects a sour remark, but instead Ryan asks about Gerard.
"What about Gerard? He's Frank's best friend, and I'm not going to mess with that."
Ryan looks skeptical.
"What? I'm not letting it mess us up, am I? Other than last night, which I am really sorry about. We'll try to keep the noise down next time." Brendon can't help but smirk as he makes the promise. He doesn't really expect that they could keep it down even if they wanted, but he kind of likes the way Ryan flushes when he's reminded of Brendon and Frank's antics.
In the beginning, Brendon halfway hoped that by "helping" Frank on his quest to fake happy, he'd make Ryan jealous, or that he'd finally see what had been in front of him all along, what he could have. Now though, Brendon is thinking maybe this thing with Frank is more than that, and he's starting to see that maybe he had been infatuated with Ryan for so long that he didn't know how to not be. How do you tell your best friend you were no longer in love with them when they were oblivious all along?
******************************************
"What's Brendon doing tonight?"
"Probably hanging with Ryan." Frank smothers a grin at the memory of Ryan's pissyface and what caused it. He hesitates and then decides fuck it. "Where's Lyn-Z?"
"She had to get back, work stuff. She's going to meet us in Atlanta next weekend."
So that's how it's going to be. Time-filler when the wife is gone. Gerard probably doesn't even realize how offensive that is. Frank wonders if the buses are going to stop anywhere tonight. Suddenly, he really wishes he were with Brendon.
After Frank schools Gerard at Guitar Hero -- seriously, always -- they pop in a movie. The rest of the bus is quiet and Frank wonders if things between him and Gerard have gotten so tense that the others feel it. Frank sprawls out half atop Gerard, and it feels comfortable, familiar. And a little too much like agreeing to a pact he hasn't fully read. Gerard is running his fingers through Frank's hair and they're both reciting movie lines when Gerard's cell rings.
Lyn-Z.
Gerard answers with "Hey, hold on," and pushes Frank away so he can get up and take his call elsewhere.
Fuck him, Frank thinks, pulling out his own phone and calling Brendon. He'll ask for a stop if he has to. Only Ryan answers instead, amidst a background of laughter and the familiar sounds of Guitar Hero, and says Brendon's currently busy having his ass handed to him. He hangs up, cuts off the movie, and goes to bed.
The buzz of his phone wakes him from a fitful doze and he flips it open to read R U up? He hits Talk and Brendon answers before it even rings.
"Hey, I'm sorry I didn't call you back -- Ryan took my phone."
Frank knows that their separate activities were his idea, so he doesn't say anything.
"Did I wake you up?"
"Mmm-hmm." Frank's lazy answer earns him a muffled moan and he smiles into the darkness.
It's quiet except for the rustle of fabric, then Brendon says, "I'm wearing your shirt."
Frank really wishes they had stopped earlier. He grips the phone tighter and his voice is rough when he admits "yeah, me too." The thought of Brendon lying in his bunk, in Frank's shirt, jerking off -- yeah, his brain might be melting.
The problem with phone sex, Frank thinks, is holding the phone. He can't put it on speaker because the sound of Brendon's voice would carry and this is a private performance. Still, he'd kind of like to be able to have both hands free.
"It smells like you. If I close my eyes, I can pretend you're here, that you're touching me."
"Brendon." It comes out half breathless whisper, half moan.
Brendon laughs, low and rough, and Frank knows what that laugh feels like against his skin, can imagine it, and it's incredibly hot.
"Are you touching yourself? Sliding your hand down over your stomach, under your waistband, thinking of how I'd touch you? I like touching you, all hot skin and hard muscle. I like the sounds you make when I wrap my hand around your cock -- god, Frank, you're so fucking hot - and the way you push into my hand when I move it just so. The way you bite your lip to try and keep quiet -- you're doing it now, aren't you? -- and the way you close your eyes & lean into the pillows, offering up your neck to be licked, bitten..."
Frank knows he's doing exactly what Brendon just described, and he wishes he could feel the glide of Brendon's tongue on his ear, his neck, the sting of teeth against his skin. God, just the thought -- so hot. Frank presses the heel of his hand to his cock, and nothing can stifle the moan this time.
"Yeah, like that, Frank."
Frank decides he shouldn't be the only one in this state. "You've got a filthy mouth for a boy your age, Brendon, and I love it. Love the way it tastes, all the sounds it makes. Love the way it feels on my cock. Wish it was there now."
Brendon's breath hitches in Frank's ear, and he can't hold back the smug little smirk. Mission accomplished.
Part III
written by
why_me_why_not and irisgirl12000, with lots of essential help from anasuedeAdult, ~3000 words
This part has some Jon/Spencer as well as some Brendon/Frank.
Part I
Spencer doesn't pay attention to the fact that Jon is on the phone -- he's traumatized -- when he suddenly appears in his bunk and crawls over top of him, grabbing the blanket at the end of the bed and pulling it over his head. "Help me, Jon Walker!"
"What the hell?"
Spencer pulls the blanket down to peek at Jon and says in a loud whisper, "Save me from the sexually deviant energizer bunnies!"
Jon just stares at him for a minute, like Spencer has lost his mind. He knows how Brendon and Frank are, even if he hadn't seen them yet this morning. But the sight of Frank wearing Brendon's pink hoodie and little else -- yeah, Spencer's pretty sure he's going to need therapy for life now.
Finally Jon tells Cassie to hold on and puts the phone on mute. "Spencer. You're messing with my sex life, crawling in here and interrupting my phone calls."
Spencer looks a little regretful. "Um, well, I can help? I mean... I never... I can't help it!" Brendon's "oh god" carries clearly from outside the bunk, and Spencer pulls the blanket back up. "I'm sorry, Jon, but I'm not leaving this bunk."
"Dude, no. Just... be quiet so she doesn't get embarrassed and stop or hang up or something."
Spencer nods. He can totally do that, he can be so still and quiet that even Jon forgets he's here, as long as he doesn't have to face Brendon & Frank again. He lays down turns away from Jon so he can close his eyes and try not to listen to Jon's voice go all rough and low and breathy.
Maybe closing his eyes was a bad idea, because with the reality shut out, he can imagine Jon's talking to him. Spencer likes Cassie, he does, but right now he's really kind of jealous. And he's stuck between Jon and the wall and if he shifts just a little Jon's going to know he's hard and Spencer'll spend the rest of the tour hiding under the bus.
Jon's no longer speaking real words, just humming encouragement, but it's still getting to Spencer. He bites his lip to keep back a moan, but he's convinced Jon can hear the hitch in his breath. He can feel the blankets shift each time Jon moves his hand, and he tries not to imagine that hand touching him. He chances a peek over his shoulder and finds Jon looking back at him.
Spencer freezes, eyes wide and lip caught between his teeth, not sure if he should apologize or go back to hiding. His body doesn't seem to be listening to his head, though, so he rolls onto his back and reaches his hand to rest on the flat of Jon's stomach. Jon brings his hand up to twine their fingers together, sliding them back down, over his briefs, as he curls toward Spencer.
Spencer can't think of anything beyond the feel of Jon under his hand and how he's close enough that Spencer could easily lean in and kiss him. But the light of the cell is shining between them and Spencer's more scared of Cassie than of the fact he has no idea what he's doing. The phone hits the sheets between them as Jon moves closer. Spencer hopes that the phone cut off when it dropped because he can't hold back the low rumble of Jon's name, but he doesn't have time to regret it because Jon's touch is warm and rough and firm, not at all what S is used to but familiar in its own way because it's Jon, and Spencer wants so bad even though he's not sure what.
Jon's stroking him harder, faster, and Spencer's trying to match his rhythm -- he's so close and he doesn't want to get there alone -- when a crash and a giggle penetrate the haze in his brain.
They pause, and Jon rolls his eyes and mutters what sounds like "Those two are ruining my sex life one way or the other."
Spencer agrees in his mind, because fucking Brendon and Frank are apparently set on ruining his entire fucking life, but he doesn't want to stop. He doesn't know if they even could, they're both so close, but the feel of the situation shifted when Jon tensed up after the interruption and Spencer isn't sure what to do next. Spencer can feel he's about to panic, about to pull away and stutter an excuse, when Jon closes his eyes and presses his lips to Spencer's, rocking against him, urging him without words to keep going.
The kiss and movement of Jon's body against his is both insistent and encouraging; he can't help but go with it, and the feeltastetouch of Jon pushes him over the edge. He wonders if he should be embarrased that he just came on his straight best friend, but right now he's too relaxed to care and they're still lying next to one another in the bunk, so he'll save any worrying for later.
Brendon wakes up with a mouthful of pink cotton and a tattooed arm around his waist. He remembers Jasmine & Aladdin's duet, and Frank humming in his ear, and grins. He untangles himself and slips quietly from the bunk -- he doesn't want to, he just really has to pee -- and when he crawls back in, Frank wraps around him like a spider monkey and Brendon finds himself in the perfect position to lick the tattoo on Frank's neck, which is too good an opportunity to pass up.
"This," Frank mumbles as Brendon licks a stripe of heat down his chest, "is the best way to wake up. Ever. Maybe I should switch buses permanently."
They're distracted when a disgusted voice asks "Do you two ever come up for breath?" and Frank thinks he might have to kill Ryan.
Brendon twists around to glare at his bandmate and says, "Yeah, when we stop for food. Now fuck off!" He reaches behind him to yank the curtain shut, but he thinks the effect of his mock-anger is lost when he and Frank both bust out laughing. He hears a groan and a 'not again' that sounds like Spencer, and a laugh from Jon. He doesn't care, though, because he's got Frank Iero under him in his bed and his world is good.
Jon looks at Spencer, smiles, and cocks his head. "We've got another sixty miles to go. M'goin back to bed."
Spencer follows like he isn't about to refuse that unspoken invitation.
Cuddling in their downtime really isn't anything new, but it's still feels different. Not a bad different though. Spencer smiles as Jon scooches over to make room for him on the bunk. He remembers to close the curtain this time. Spencer stretches out beside Jon, lying on his side and propping his head on his hand. He slides his other hand over Jon's stomach, fingers sneaking under the edge of his shirt and rubbing lightly over the hot bare skin beneath. He leans a little over Jon, licking his lips and watching the way Jon's eyes crinkle around the edges when he smiles. "Hi."
It shouldn't sound sexy, a single commonplace word, but it does. With Spencer just looking at him, Jon decides that patience is overrated. Jon reaches out and grabs him by the collar to tug him down. Spencer smells like sweat, detergent, sleep, and yesterday's cologne, and it's making Jon slightly crazy. "Hey," he says quietly. Jon's surprised about the low breathy tone to his voice, but Spencer makes a small noise that sounds suspiciously like a whimper and kisses Jon before he manages to say something stupid. Jon makes an mmm sound before sliding his tongue over Spencer's lips and it kind of hums through him, harmonizing with the murmur in his own thoughts. Spencer taps out a corresponding rhythm on Jon's belly and smiles into the kiss, and Jon wonders if Spencer realizes that sex together is like music. He could do this all day, long lazy kisses, but they don't have time.
Kissing Spencer shouldn't be this hot. Lying against him, making out, feels good -- great -- but it's also comfy, like it's no different than usual. Like this is a part of them that's always been there, they just didn't know it. Jon curves a hand over Spencer's hip and reels him in so they're aligned from nose to knees. Jon knows Brendon and Frank will be up again soon, and they'll arrive at the venue and need to work, but for now he concentrates on the rhythm of Spencer's pulse and the music of breath against his lips.
Spencer and Jon make out until Brendon comes by and yanks the curtain open, expressing his disappointment that they're both still dressed. Spencer rolls his eyes and reluctantly pulls his hands from underneath Jon's clothes. Spencer gives Jon an apologetic look, like he can't trust himself to not touch Jon when they leave the bus, and he puts himself between a still-pouty Ryan and a suddenly-solitary Brendon. No one bothers bother telling Brendon that the shirt he's wearing is not only Frank's, but it's inside out.
Jon sort of wishes they were going to stay here longer than a day because he'd like to spend some time with Spencer, time not crammed into a bunk where Brendon and Frank and Ryan can interrupt. He knows they've got a show tonight and another tomorrow though, so he rolls out of the bunk and follows, trailing after Brendon, who's even bouncier than usual, his normal insane energy magnified by happiness.
Brendon notices Jon and grins, throwing an arm over his should. "Know what, Jon Walker? Life is great!"
Jon laughs. "Yeah, I'm rather fond of it myself."
Brendon laughs too, a secret laugh like they're sharing something more than just words. He rushes Jon to catch up with Spencer and Ryan, hoping they can talk Zack into letting them sneak to the Starbucks he can see up the street.
Frank tries to sneak onto the MCR bus, and he thinks his attempt is successful until he sees Gerard waiting in his bunk, arms crossed tight across his chest, scowl on his face.
Frank's actually kinda irritated that Gerard thinks he has some right to be mad. It's not his fault Gerard had been off with Lyn-Z when Frank told Bob and Ray he was staying over on the Panic! bus. And F really doesn't want to let G ruin his good mood. He crawls in beside Gerard. "Miss me?"
Gerard fake-pushes him away and then admits, "Maybe a little."
Frank waits for Gerard to say more, but he just sits there, his hand unmoving from where it had landed on Frank's chest. A week ago, that would've felt normal, but now it feels odd, heaver than Brendon's, broader and with shorter, callused fingers. Frank shifts restlessly. "Are you ready to go? I gotta change." Gerard gives him a thorough once-over and that's when Frank realizes the shirt he has on isn't his.
Gerards's eyes narrow when he recognizes the shirt but all he says is "You wanna hang out after the show? Order pizza & I'll let you beat me at Guitar Hero?"
Frank laughs because he always schools Gerard at Guitar Hero. He and Brendon didn't specify, but Frank had planned on being with him again. On the other hand, Gerard looks kinda down. Frank starts to ask if he & Lyn-Z are ok but doesn't. He can only fake being happy for Gerard if Gerard really is. He says yes but feels guilty when Brendon corners him at soundcheck with a kiss and Starbucks. Brendon says it's cool, but now he's the one looking sad when he steals another kiss and bounces off to tell Ryan he won't have to switch buses after all. Frank sighs and wonders exactly what he's doing.
Ryan slouches down on the sofa next to Brendon, eyes trained on the screen. He takes his status of Guitar Hero champion very seriously. The irony of the situation isn't lost on Brendon: Frank and Gerard are doing the exact same thing over on the MCR bus.
"So, Frank."
Brendon tenses, then forces himself to relax and hums and affirmative.
"What's going on there?"
Brendon shrugs. "He's a lot of fun. And he's an awesome kisser."
From the sour look on Ryan's face, he expects a sour remark, but instead Ryan asks about Gerard.
"What about Gerard? He's Frank's best friend, and I'm not going to mess with that."
Ryan looks skeptical.
"What? I'm not letting it mess us up, am I? Other than last night, which I am really sorry about. We'll try to keep the noise down next time." Brendon can't help but smirk as he makes the promise. He doesn't really expect that they could keep it down even if they wanted, but he kind of likes the way Ryan flushes when he's reminded of Brendon and Frank's antics.
In the beginning, Brendon halfway hoped that by "helping" Frank on his quest to fake happy, he'd make Ryan jealous, or that he'd finally see what had been in front of him all along, what he could have. Now though, Brendon is thinking maybe this thing with Frank is more than that, and he's starting to see that maybe he had been infatuated with Ryan for so long that he didn't know how to not be. How do you tell your best friend you were no longer in love with them when they were oblivious all along?
"What's Brendon doing tonight?"
"Probably hanging with Ryan." Frank smothers a grin at the memory of Ryan's pissyface and what caused it. He hesitates and then decides fuck it. "Where's Lyn-Z?"
"She had to get back, work stuff. She's going to meet us in Atlanta next weekend."
So that's how it's going to be. Time-filler when the wife is gone. Gerard probably doesn't even realize how offensive that is. Frank wonders if the buses are going to stop anywhere tonight. Suddenly, he really wishes he were with Brendon.
After Frank schools Gerard at Guitar Hero -- seriously, always -- they pop in a movie. The rest of the bus is quiet and Frank wonders if things between him and Gerard have gotten so tense that the others feel it. Frank sprawls out half atop Gerard, and it feels comfortable, familiar. And a little too much like agreeing to a pact he hasn't fully read. Gerard is running his fingers through Frank's hair and they're both reciting movie lines when Gerard's cell rings.
Lyn-Z.
Gerard answers with "Hey, hold on," and pushes Frank away so he can get up and take his call elsewhere.
Fuck him, Frank thinks, pulling out his own phone and calling Brendon. He'll ask for a stop if he has to. Only Ryan answers instead, amidst a background of laughter and the familiar sounds of Guitar Hero, and says Brendon's currently busy having his ass handed to him. He hangs up, cuts off the movie, and goes to bed.
The buzz of his phone wakes him from a fitful doze and he flips it open to read R U up? He hits Talk and Brendon answers before it even rings.
"Hey, I'm sorry I didn't call you back -- Ryan took my phone."
Frank knows that their separate activities were his idea, so he doesn't say anything.
"Did I wake you up?"
"Mmm-hmm." Frank's lazy answer earns him a muffled moan and he smiles into the darkness.
It's quiet except for the rustle of fabric, then Brendon says, "I'm wearing your shirt."
Frank really wishes they had stopped earlier. He grips the phone tighter and his voice is rough when he admits "yeah, me too." The thought of Brendon lying in his bunk, in Frank's shirt, jerking off -- yeah, his brain might be melting.
The problem with phone sex, Frank thinks, is holding the phone. He can't put it on speaker because the sound of Brendon's voice would carry and this is a private performance. Still, he'd kind of like to be able to have both hands free.
"It smells like you. If I close my eyes, I can pretend you're here, that you're touching me."
"Brendon." It comes out half breathless whisper, half moan.
Brendon laughs, low and rough, and Frank knows what that laugh feels like against his skin, can imagine it, and it's incredibly hot.
"Are you touching yourself? Sliding your hand down over your stomach, under your waistband, thinking of how I'd touch you? I like touching you, all hot skin and hard muscle. I like the sounds you make when I wrap my hand around your cock -- god, Frank, you're so fucking hot - and the way you push into my hand when I move it just so. The way you bite your lip to try and keep quiet -- you're doing it now, aren't you? -- and the way you close your eyes & lean into the pillows, offering up your neck to be licked, bitten..."
Frank knows he's doing exactly what Brendon just described, and he wishes he could feel the glide of Brendon's tongue on his ear, his neck, the sting of teeth against his skin. God, just the thought -- so hot. Frank presses the heel of his hand to his cock, and nothing can stifle the moan this time.
"Yeah, like that, Frank."
Frank decides he shouldn't be the only one in this state. "You've got a filthy mouth for a boy your age, Brendon, and I love it. Love the way it tastes, all the sounds it makes. Love the way it feels on my cock. Wish it was there now."
Brendon's breath hitches in Frank's ear, and he can't hold back the smug little smirk. Mission accomplished.
Part III
Tags:
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2007-09-27 02:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-27 03:02 am (UTC)The next part isn't a happy one though.
no subject
Date: 2007-09-27 03:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-27 03:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-08 03:30 am (UTC)I woke up in the middle of the night with the hottest Cassie/Jon and Jon/Spencer/Cassie dream in my head. I don't know if I can write it as hot as it was in my head. But I will try. Even if there's a lot of girl bits involved.
no subject
Date: 2007-10-08 03:39 am (UTC)Dude, you so have to write that. Can I take that idea to bed with me tonight? B/c I want to dream Spencer/Jon/Cassie!