Bob x Brian fic!
the one with accidental nudity...sort of
bob bryar x brian shechter
nc17
authornote: apparently at two-thirty a.m. i like to start writing porn instead of trying to sleep. whatever. here you go. sorry for the glaring errors i'm sure are riddling this poor, poor ficlet. written for this prompt at anon_lovefest. you guys should join, srsly. it's great writing practice.
The My Chemical Romance tour bus tends to be a moving canister full of lazy, just woken young men who can't be bothered to dig their clothes out before groping their way to the kitchen for their daily caffeine intake.
Brian Shechter has seen Frank naked more times than he'd like to count, and he's fairly certain he's seen tattoos that only Jamia is supposed to know about. He's seen Gerard and Mikey naked a total of seven times altogether - and Gerard in women's underwear once, but that was an accident and Lyn-Z had laughed her ass off. He's even seen Ray and Cortez for a few seconds as they grabbed boxers after a shower.
The only member of MCR that Brian hasn't seen naked is Bob, because Bob, unlike the rest of the band, actually has personal values and is aware enough in the mornings to take his clothes with him into the shitty little bathroom.
So, in complete and total honesty, Brian is never expecting to see Bob naked. It's never crossed his mind, which is why he's caught completely off guard when he pushes the restroom door open to reveal a mildly surprised Bob, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, leaning leisurely with his back to the sink, naked as the day he was born.
Brian stutters an apology, feels the heat rising to his cheeks, and backpedals out of the bathroom as quickly as he possibly can without tripping all over himself.
If his world was rocked, he doesn't mention it. Not even when Bob slinks out fifteen minutes later, dressed head to toe in black, and shoots him an inquisitive look. He just keeps his eyes trained on the TV screen and says, "Dude, you will not believe this episode of Summerland."
*
Bob has this thing, you see, where he likes to brush his teeth naked in the mornings. It isn't that he feels awkward wearing clothes while he brushes them; he wears his pajamas when he does it at night and it's never bugged him. It's just that few minutes right after a shower that Bob really doesn't like putting clothes on. He prefers to air-dry. It just feels better.
That Brian walked in on him and suddenly turned into a thirteen year old girl is only a perk.
*
The whole thing wouldn’t be a problem at all if Bob didn’t have some sick and twisted sense of humor that he’d been hiding the entire time, Brian is certain.
All of a sudden, it seems that every time he’s around Bob, Bob’s t-shirt is riding up and flashing an expanse of hipbone, or Bob is wandering in his boxers because Frank conveniently stole his pants out of the bathroom - Brian’s no idiot; if he had thighs like that he’d want to show them off too - or the absolute worst: Bob pulling his shirt off over his head after sound check, and those shoulders, God.
Brian is standing side stage, biting his knuckle while Bob laughs at some joke Gerard’s making, throwing his head back and showing the weirdly graceful arc of his neck, when he realizes maybe it’s getting a little bit ridiculous.
*
“So, Gee,” Brian says lazily one afternoon, sliding into a seat at the table in the tour bus’s kitchen and sipping a Coke.
Gerard glances up from his sketchbook, arching an eyebrow and responding, “Uh…Brian?”
Mentally, Brian kicks himself for ever thinking that it was a good idea to talk to Gerard for relationship advice. In fact, now that he thinks it about it, Gerard is really only the best candidate because there’s a chance he might be too obtuse to figure out what Brian’s actually getting at. Not that Gerard’s an idiot, because he isn’t, he just takes most things at face value.
“I have a question.” Brian figures it’s best to just leap headfirst into everything. Gerard’s attention is still on him, which Brian is fairly certain is an invitation to continue. “There’s this, uh, this girl, right? And I sort of accidentally saw her naked? And I mean, I was kind of into her before but now I just, I can’t stop thinking about her and, uh.” He gives Gerard his most pathetic look. “What do I do?”
Gerard is quiet for a moment, gnawing at the end of his marker and staring at the ceiling. Brian would be concerned, but he’s known Gerard long enough that he can tell his ‘deep in thought’ face from his ‘I don’t give a shit’ face.
“Have you tried talking to uh, to her?” he offers, with a tentative smile that screams how much he hopes he’s helping.
Brian smiles back, but it feels hollow. “No,” he says. “No, I’ll have to try that.”
*
“Hey, Frank,” Gee says, setting his bag down and then sitting on the springy hotel bed. Frank mirrors him, bouncing a little. “What do you think about Brian?”
Frank frowns. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, do you think he’s into the ladies, or is he batting for the other team, thing?”
Frank’s face just grows even more puzzled. “I thought he was totally gay.”
Gerard shrugs.
Frank leans forward, face screwed up like he just can’t believe it. “Isn’t he?”
Gerard shrugs again.
“Huh.”
*
It’s a Thursday night and the band just played one of the best shows that Brian has ever attended. His entire body is still thrumming from the energy when he slides under the covers of the twin bed in the hotel room he’s staying in and he knows it’s going to be awhile before he gets to sleep.
Bob is asleep in the bed next to him, drained after pouring his whole fucking heart into drumming. Brian thinks back to the performance, to the muscles of Bob’s forearms and the faces he was making, eyes laughing beneath that fringe of hair that Brian has always secretly found sexy, and before he knows it, he’s got one hand down his pants and is thrusting up into his own spit-slick grip.
He feels horrible because he’s Bob’s manager for Christ’s sake, but he can’t stop himself. His whole mind is a flurry of hips and back and thighs and collarbones and he’s coming, biting his lip to keep from making any noise.
Bob grunts and rolls over in the bed next to him and Brian breathes, deep, and tries to convince himself that he’s not a total creep.
*
He fails miserably and avoids Bob for a week.
*
The first day that Brian made excuses not to be in the same room alone with Bob, it was funny. Bob still thinks it’s kind of funny, looking back on it. Especially because Brian has never been particularly good at bullshitting his bands. He can sling lies back and forth with label reps all day long but he’s raw honesty when it comes to his musicians.
The third day in, it was kind of annoying.
It’s been eight days now, and Bob is seriously kind of pissed.
He knows Brian saw him naked - how could he not? - and he knows that Brian has apparently been having some sort of internal crisis about it, if the way he’s been checking Bob out for the past two weeks is any indication. Not to mention Gerard and Frank suddenly debating Brian’s sexuality for hours on end. But this? Is just silly.
He doesn’t manage to corner Brian at all throughout the day, even when he tries to catch Brian’s attention specifically during the interview they do in the morning. It isn’t until they’re checking into the hotel and he realizes that he and Brian are rooming together again that he finally manages to snag more than thirty seconds of alone time.
They’re both getting ready for bed, Bob watching cartoons while Brian taps away at his laptop - he wears glasses when he’s reading, Bob has discovered, and he looks really good with them on - when Bob suddenly blurts, “So, you know, about that day a few weeks ago -”
Before he’s even finished his sentence, Brian is sitting up, tense, his laptop closed.
“I, yeah, like I said, dude, I’m sorry. Won’t happen again.”
Bob pretends he’s watching TV, sneaking a glance at Brian out the corner of his eye - there’s the tiniest hint of pink at the tops of Brian’s cheeks, which Bob thinks is awesome because he never thought he’d be able to make Brian blush - before continuing, “You know, I really wouldn’t mind if it did.”
There’s silence for a long moment before Brian chokes, “I…what?” His voice is rough and Bob can’t suppress a grin.
Turning to look at Brian, whose eyes keep flickering up to Bob’s and then away. He must be really embarrassed if he can’t even hold eye contact.
“We’re grown ups, Shechter,” Bob says with a shrug. “You’re allowed to look.”
He leans back once more so that he’s resting against the headboard, his eyes trained on the television, before adding slyly, “And, you know, you’re allowed touch if you want.”
Brian makes a sound like he’s dying and Bob laughs.
*
“You’re an idiot,” Bob breathes as Brian licks along the crease where his thigh meets his hip. Once Brian got over his whole ‘I’m your manager, it would be wrong’ stigma it was surprisingly easy to seduce him. Bob’s got one hand gently on the back of Brian’s neck, the other fisted in the sheets off to his right.
Brian smiles up at him and says, “I’m just a little slow, is all.”
Bob laughs and tugs Brian up until their mouths close over one another.
*
So, Brian has seen every member of My Chemical Romance naked, some of which he enjoys more than others.
Whatever. Weirder things have happened.
Like the day that Bob rests his head on Brian’s chin while he makes coffee, grabs his ass, earning a yelp, and then saunters off to the back lounge while Brian shakes his head and smiles fondly. That’s not the weird part, though. The weird part is when Frank, still in his pajamas, suddenly goes stock still before screaming, “The world makes sense again! Oh my God! Gerard!” and disappearing to the bunk area.
*
After the tour is over, Bob sends Brian a text that starts with "2 my favorite voyeur" and ends with a picture of his chest, directions to his apartment written across his pale skin in Sharpie.
Brian just laughs and books a flight to Chicago.
bob bryar x brian shechter
nc17
authornote: apparently at two-thirty a.m. i like to start writing porn instead of trying to sleep. whatever. here you go. sorry for the glaring errors i'm sure are riddling this poor, poor ficlet. written for this prompt at anon_lovefest. you guys should join, srsly. it's great writing practice.
The My Chemical Romance tour bus tends to be a moving canister full of lazy, just woken young men who can't be bothered to dig their clothes out before groping their way to the kitchen for their daily caffeine intake.
Brian Shechter has seen Frank naked more times than he'd like to count, and he's fairly certain he's seen tattoos that only Jamia is supposed to know about. He's seen Gerard and Mikey naked a total of seven times altogether - and Gerard in women's underwear once, but that was an accident and Lyn-Z had laughed her ass off. He's even seen Ray and Cortez for a few seconds as they grabbed boxers after a shower.
The only member of MCR that Brian hasn't seen naked is Bob, because Bob, unlike the rest of the band, actually has personal values and is aware enough in the mornings to take his clothes with him into the shitty little bathroom.
So, in complete and total honesty, Brian is never expecting to see Bob naked. It's never crossed his mind, which is why he's caught completely off guard when he pushes the restroom door open to reveal a mildly surprised Bob, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, leaning leisurely with his back to the sink, naked as the day he was born.
Brian stutters an apology, feels the heat rising to his cheeks, and backpedals out of the bathroom as quickly as he possibly can without tripping all over himself.
If his world was rocked, he doesn't mention it. Not even when Bob slinks out fifteen minutes later, dressed head to toe in black, and shoots him an inquisitive look. He just keeps his eyes trained on the TV screen and says, "Dude, you will not believe this episode of Summerland."
*
Bob has this thing, you see, where he likes to brush his teeth naked in the mornings. It isn't that he feels awkward wearing clothes while he brushes them; he wears his pajamas when he does it at night and it's never bugged him. It's just that few minutes right after a shower that Bob really doesn't like putting clothes on. He prefers to air-dry. It just feels better.
That Brian walked in on him and suddenly turned into a thirteen year old girl is only a perk.
*
The whole thing wouldn’t be a problem at all if Bob didn’t have some sick and twisted sense of humor that he’d been hiding the entire time, Brian is certain.
All of a sudden, it seems that every time he’s around Bob, Bob’s t-shirt is riding up and flashing an expanse of hipbone, or Bob is wandering in his boxers because Frank conveniently stole his pants out of the bathroom - Brian’s no idiot; if he had thighs like that he’d want to show them off too - or the absolute worst: Bob pulling his shirt off over his head after sound check, and those shoulders, God.
Brian is standing side stage, biting his knuckle while Bob laughs at some joke Gerard’s making, throwing his head back and showing the weirdly graceful arc of his neck, when he realizes maybe it’s getting a little bit ridiculous.
*
“So, Gee,” Brian says lazily one afternoon, sliding into a seat at the table in the tour bus’s kitchen and sipping a Coke.
Gerard glances up from his sketchbook, arching an eyebrow and responding, “Uh…Brian?”
Mentally, Brian kicks himself for ever thinking that it was a good idea to talk to Gerard for relationship advice. In fact, now that he thinks it about it, Gerard is really only the best candidate because there’s a chance he might be too obtuse to figure out what Brian’s actually getting at. Not that Gerard’s an idiot, because he isn’t, he just takes most things at face value.
“I have a question.” Brian figures it’s best to just leap headfirst into everything. Gerard’s attention is still on him, which Brian is fairly certain is an invitation to continue. “There’s this, uh, this girl, right? And I sort of accidentally saw her naked? And I mean, I was kind of into her before but now I just, I can’t stop thinking about her and, uh.” He gives Gerard his most pathetic look. “What do I do?”
Gerard is quiet for a moment, gnawing at the end of his marker and staring at the ceiling. Brian would be concerned, but he’s known Gerard long enough that he can tell his ‘deep in thought’ face from his ‘I don’t give a shit’ face.
“Have you tried talking to uh, to her?” he offers, with a tentative smile that screams how much he hopes he’s helping.
Brian smiles back, but it feels hollow. “No,” he says. “No, I’ll have to try that.”
*
“Hey, Frank,” Gee says, setting his bag down and then sitting on the springy hotel bed. Frank mirrors him, bouncing a little. “What do you think about Brian?”
Frank frowns. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, do you think he’s into the ladies, or is he batting for the other team, thing?”
Frank’s face just grows even more puzzled. “I thought he was totally gay.”
Gerard shrugs.
Frank leans forward, face screwed up like he just can’t believe it. “Isn’t he?”
Gerard shrugs again.
“Huh.”
*
It’s a Thursday night and the band just played one of the best shows that Brian has ever attended. His entire body is still thrumming from the energy when he slides under the covers of the twin bed in the hotel room he’s staying in and he knows it’s going to be awhile before he gets to sleep.
Bob is asleep in the bed next to him, drained after pouring his whole fucking heart into drumming. Brian thinks back to the performance, to the muscles of Bob’s forearms and the faces he was making, eyes laughing beneath that fringe of hair that Brian has always secretly found sexy, and before he knows it, he’s got one hand down his pants and is thrusting up into his own spit-slick grip.
He feels horrible because he’s Bob’s manager for Christ’s sake, but he can’t stop himself. His whole mind is a flurry of hips and back and thighs and collarbones and he’s coming, biting his lip to keep from making any noise.
Bob grunts and rolls over in the bed next to him and Brian breathes, deep, and tries to convince himself that he’s not a total creep.
*
He fails miserably and avoids Bob for a week.
*
The first day that Brian made excuses not to be in the same room alone with Bob, it was funny. Bob still thinks it’s kind of funny, looking back on it. Especially because Brian has never been particularly good at bullshitting his bands. He can sling lies back and forth with label reps all day long but he’s raw honesty when it comes to his musicians.
The third day in, it was kind of annoying.
It’s been eight days now, and Bob is seriously kind of pissed.
He knows Brian saw him naked - how could he not? - and he knows that Brian has apparently been having some sort of internal crisis about it, if the way he’s been checking Bob out for the past two weeks is any indication. Not to mention Gerard and Frank suddenly debating Brian’s sexuality for hours on end. But this? Is just silly.
He doesn’t manage to corner Brian at all throughout the day, even when he tries to catch Brian’s attention specifically during the interview they do in the morning. It isn’t until they’re checking into the hotel and he realizes that he and Brian are rooming together again that he finally manages to snag more than thirty seconds of alone time.
They’re both getting ready for bed, Bob watching cartoons while Brian taps away at his laptop - he wears glasses when he’s reading, Bob has discovered, and he looks really good with them on - when Bob suddenly blurts, “So, you know, about that day a few weeks ago -”
Before he’s even finished his sentence, Brian is sitting up, tense, his laptop closed.
“I, yeah, like I said, dude, I’m sorry. Won’t happen again.”
Bob pretends he’s watching TV, sneaking a glance at Brian out the corner of his eye - there’s the tiniest hint of pink at the tops of Brian’s cheeks, which Bob thinks is awesome because he never thought he’d be able to make Brian blush - before continuing, “You know, I really wouldn’t mind if it did.”
There’s silence for a long moment before Brian chokes, “I…what?” His voice is rough and Bob can’t suppress a grin.
Turning to look at Brian, whose eyes keep flickering up to Bob’s and then away. He must be really embarrassed if he can’t even hold eye contact.
“We’re grown ups, Shechter,” Bob says with a shrug. “You’re allowed to look.”
He leans back once more so that he’s resting against the headboard, his eyes trained on the television, before adding slyly, “And, you know, you’re allowed touch if you want.”
Brian makes a sound like he’s dying and Bob laughs.
*
“You’re an idiot,” Bob breathes as Brian licks along the crease where his thigh meets his hip. Once Brian got over his whole ‘I’m your manager, it would be wrong’ stigma it was surprisingly easy to seduce him. Bob’s got one hand gently on the back of Brian’s neck, the other fisted in the sheets off to his right.
Brian smiles up at him and says, “I’m just a little slow, is all.”
Bob laughs and tugs Brian up until their mouths close over one another.
*
So, Brian has seen every member of My Chemical Romance naked, some of which he enjoys more than others.
Whatever. Weirder things have happened.
Like the day that Bob rests his head on Brian’s chin while he makes coffee, grabs his ass, earning a yelp, and then saunters off to the back lounge while Brian shakes his head and smiles fondly. That’s not the weird part, though. The weird part is when Frank, still in his pajamas, suddenly goes stock still before screaming, “The world makes sense again! Oh my God! Gerard!” and disappearing to the bunk area.
*
After the tour is over, Bob sends Brian a text that starts with "2 my favorite voyeur" and ends with a picture of his chest, directions to his apartment written across his pale skin in Sharpie.
Brian just laughs and books a flight to Chicago.