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Searching for Sisky
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why_me_why_not, but the credit blame really has to be shared, so I'm passing some of it over to irisgirl12000, reallythateasy, nasus221, and wearethestars
Teen // ~1000 words // Nate/Sisky (Cobra Starship/The Academy Is...)
Disclaimer: lies, mistruths, and fiction. no harm intended.
Summary: Good luck finding Sisky. Look under the couch.
A/N: Brought about by crazy fangirls, the prompt William's reaction when he finds Bdon in Sisky's bunk, passed out, Spencer's pink swimtrunks on, and Nate's sex hair.
William got tired of yelling for Sisky and stormed back to the bunks. “Adam Siska, get your fucking ass up!” He tried to think of exactly how late they were as he yanked back the curtain on Sisky’s bunk and…
…found a Brendon.
A sleeping Brendon, drooling on the sheets with his head half under the pillow, wearing a pair of bright pink swim trunks that William was pretty certain belonged to Spencer. He bet if he looked at the tag, the initials “SS” would be neatly written on it in permanent marker. He didn’t know why they marked their clothes, since they all seemed to share anyway, but he thought maybe it was because Spencer’s mom shopped for them all sometimes and insisted on labeling everything. Or maybe Brendon had just gotten bored.
Thinking about the strange clothing habits of the Panic boys wasn’t helping him find his missing bandmate though. He sighed as Brendon rolled over, knocking the pillow onto the floor and sprawling out across the bunk. Sisky wasn’t small enough to fit into the little space that Brendon left in the bunk, so he probably wasn’t there.
William jerked the curtain shut and did a search of the bus, but there was no sign of Sisky. Finally, he pulled out his phone.
“JWalk! Missing something?”
“Whatever it is, I’m not sure I want it back after you’ve had your hands on it.”
“Whatever. Why do I have an extra lead singer on my bus?”
“OH!” There was a rustling sound in the background. “Hey, Ryan, William says Brendon’s on his bus.”
Ryan’s voice was distant when he answered Jon. “Well, at least we know we didn’t leave him at the last venue then.”
“You two sound really worried.” William wondered about their band sometimes, but he was pretty sure he really didn’t want to know.
Jon laughed. “Zack knows where Brendon is, like, all the time. I think he may have had a tracking chip implanted in him last time we were home.”
Seriously, didn’t want to know. “Look, the reason I’m calling, I’m missing my bass player.”
“Sorry, man, I love you, but I’m spoken for.”
“Fuck you, Walker, have you seen Sisky?”
“Not today. Hey, do you want me to send someone over to get Brendon?”
“No, he’s passed the fuck out. It’s probably better just to let him wander back on his own.”
“Okay, well, I gotta go make more coffee before Spencer realizes I drank his. Good luck finding Sisky. Look under the couch.”
William stared at the phone in his hand. Look under the couch. What the fuck?
Still, it wasn’t like he had too many other options. But all he found under the couch was a t-shirt he thought he lost two weeks ago, three dirty socks, a few condoms, a Hannah Montana cd, and half a sandwich.
He was still on his hands and knees when he heard footsteps approaching. He looked over his shoulder to find Gabe smirking at him. “Nice view.”
“Fuck you,” William said sullenly, using the couch for leverage to get up off the floor. “I’m looking for Sisky.”
Gabe didn’t comment on the strangeness of looking under the couch for a grown man, just said, “Sisky’s with Nate, duh.” He slapped William on the ass as he walked past. “You got anything good to eat?”
William stood up with a sigh and let Gabe go foraging for food. Leaving Gabe to his own devices meant there would be a mess in the kitchenette and they’d have to send someone out to restock, but William really wasn’t in the mood to deal with Gabe right now. Fucking Sisky.
William headed to the Cobra bus, thinking there was no way they were going to make their interview. He wondered if he could grab one of the others to go with him, but he had a vague recollection of the radio station specifically requesting Sisky.
In the front lounge of the Cobra bus, Alex was laying with his head in Victoria’s lap and his feet on Ryland’s thigh. William figured he’s probably asleep, since Ryland had a booked balanced atop his feet and Victoria was flipping through a magazine that was resting on his head, but when he said “Sisky?” it was Alex who answered.
“Back lounge. But I wouldn’t—“
William didn’t care what Alex Suarez wouldn’t do; he just stormed through the bus and flung open the door to the back lounge, but whatever he was about to say never made it off his tongue.
Nate was on his belly between Sisky’s legs, going down on him, Sisky’s fingers tangled in his hair and both of them making these breathy little sounds that echoed loudly in the room.
Sisky opened his eyes, barely, and shot a lazy, questioning look at William, but he didn’t stop twisting his fingers in Nate’s hair, didn’t stop thrusting his hips up.
“Uh… radio… interview thingy,” William managed, watching the way Nate’s fingers flexed against the Sisky’s stomach, over his hip.
Sisky rolled his eyes – at least, William thought it was an eye-roll directed at him and not just an expression of pleasure that William never needed to see. “That’s tomorrow, dumbass. Check the date again. And close the door.”
William wasn’t sure how Sisky was managing to be so coherent – Nate seemed to be really good at what he was doing – but he nodded and backed out of the room, pulling the door shut behind him. He walked slowly to the lounge, dazed, and pulled out his phone to check the date. Fuck. All that for nothing since apparently William couldn’t read a calendar.
Alex still had the magazine over his face but apparently knew William was there. “I tried to warn you. Victoria’s the only one that wants to see that shit.”
Searching for Sisky
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why_me_why_not, but the irisgirl12000, reallythateasy, nasus221, and wearethestarsTeen // ~1000 words // Nate/Sisky (Cobra Starship/The Academy Is...)
Disclaimer: lies, mistruths, and fiction. no harm intended.
Summary: Good luck finding Sisky. Look under the couch.
A/N: Brought about by crazy fangirls, the prompt William's reaction when he finds Bdon in Sisky's bunk, passed out, Spencer's pink swimtrunks on, and Nate's sex hair.
William got tired of yelling for Sisky and stormed back to the bunks. “Adam Siska, get your fucking ass up!” He tried to think of exactly how late they were as he yanked back the curtain on Sisky’s bunk and…
…found a Brendon.
A sleeping Brendon, drooling on the sheets with his head half under the pillow, wearing a pair of bright pink swim trunks that William was pretty certain belonged to Spencer. He bet if he looked at the tag, the initials “SS” would be neatly written on it in permanent marker. He didn’t know why they marked their clothes, since they all seemed to share anyway, but he thought maybe it was because Spencer’s mom shopped for them all sometimes and insisted on labeling everything. Or maybe Brendon had just gotten bored.
Thinking about the strange clothing habits of the Panic boys wasn’t helping him find his missing bandmate though. He sighed as Brendon rolled over, knocking the pillow onto the floor and sprawling out across the bunk. Sisky wasn’t small enough to fit into the little space that Brendon left in the bunk, so he probably wasn’t there.
William jerked the curtain shut and did a search of the bus, but there was no sign of Sisky. Finally, he pulled out his phone.
“JWalk! Missing something?”
“Whatever it is, I’m not sure I want it back after you’ve had your hands on it.”
“Whatever. Why do I have an extra lead singer on my bus?”
“OH!” There was a rustling sound in the background. “Hey, Ryan, William says Brendon’s on his bus.”
Ryan’s voice was distant when he answered Jon. “Well, at least we know we didn’t leave him at the last venue then.”
“You two sound really worried.” William wondered about their band sometimes, but he was pretty sure he really didn’t want to know.
Jon laughed. “Zack knows where Brendon is, like, all the time. I think he may have had a tracking chip implanted in him last time we were home.”
Seriously, didn’t want to know. “Look, the reason I’m calling, I’m missing my bass player.”
“Sorry, man, I love you, but I’m spoken for.”
“Fuck you, Walker, have you seen Sisky?”
“Not today. Hey, do you want me to send someone over to get Brendon?”
“No, he’s passed the fuck out. It’s probably better just to let him wander back on his own.”
“Okay, well, I gotta go make more coffee before Spencer realizes I drank his. Good luck finding Sisky. Look under the couch.”
William stared at the phone in his hand. Look under the couch. What the fuck?
Still, it wasn’t like he had too many other options. But all he found under the couch was a t-shirt he thought he lost two weeks ago, three dirty socks, a few condoms, a Hannah Montana cd, and half a sandwich.
He was still on his hands and knees when he heard footsteps approaching. He looked over his shoulder to find Gabe smirking at him. “Nice view.”
“Fuck you,” William said sullenly, using the couch for leverage to get up off the floor. “I’m looking for Sisky.”
Gabe didn’t comment on the strangeness of looking under the couch for a grown man, just said, “Sisky’s with Nate, duh.” He slapped William on the ass as he walked past. “You got anything good to eat?”
William stood up with a sigh and let Gabe go foraging for food. Leaving Gabe to his own devices meant there would be a mess in the kitchenette and they’d have to send someone out to restock, but William really wasn’t in the mood to deal with Gabe right now. Fucking Sisky.
William headed to the Cobra bus, thinking there was no way they were going to make their interview. He wondered if he could grab one of the others to go with him, but he had a vague recollection of the radio station specifically requesting Sisky.
In the front lounge of the Cobra bus, Alex was laying with his head in Victoria’s lap and his feet on Ryland’s thigh. William figured he’s probably asleep, since Ryland had a booked balanced atop his feet and Victoria was flipping through a magazine that was resting on his head, but when he said “Sisky?” it was Alex who answered.
“Back lounge. But I wouldn’t—“
William didn’t care what Alex Suarez wouldn’t do; he just stormed through the bus and flung open the door to the back lounge, but whatever he was about to say never made it off his tongue.
Nate was on his belly between Sisky’s legs, going down on him, Sisky’s fingers tangled in his hair and both of them making these breathy little sounds that echoed loudly in the room.
Sisky opened his eyes, barely, and shot a lazy, questioning look at William, but he didn’t stop twisting his fingers in Nate’s hair, didn’t stop thrusting his hips up.
“Uh… radio… interview thingy,” William managed, watching the way Nate’s fingers flexed against the Sisky’s stomach, over his hip.
Sisky rolled his eyes – at least, William thought it was an eye-roll directed at him and not just an expression of pleasure that William never needed to see. “That’s tomorrow, dumbass. Check the date again. And close the door.”
William wasn’t sure how Sisky was managing to be so coherent – Nate seemed to be really good at what he was doing – but he nodded and backed out of the room, pulling the door shut behind him. He walked slowly to the lounge, dazed, and pulled out his phone to check the date. Fuck. All that for nothing since apparently William couldn’t read a calendar.
Alex still had the magazine over his face but apparently knew William was there. “I tried to warn you. Victoria’s the only one that wants to see that shit.”
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Date: 2008-07-17 05:04 am (UTC)You'll have to excuse me for the lack of substance in that comment. But yeah, this was really fun ^^
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Date: 2008-07-21 02:11 am (UTC)Nate is pretty damn awesome!
Thank you so much for reading!! <3
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Date: 2009-03-01 03:19 am (UTC)Thank you for reading!