I wanna write tiny ridiculous band boys, but I'm feeling uninspired. Someone hit me with a Panic pairing and prompt word, and I'll hit you back with a drabble
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[Eek. Hope this is okay. I've been having trouble with words lately, and I was hoping to jog the muse. This helped. Thanks for the prompt!]
Brendon feels too fucking hot tucked up against him like this, his lips wet and his teeth scraping blunt against Jon's neck as his hands push and pull, first pressing hot against his chest to shove him into the side of the bus and then scrabbling at his belt, knuckles digging into Jon's stomach as he pulls him closer and says in his ear, "C'mon, need you."
Brendon's drunk. He's always drunk lately, still new at this and still reeling from all the possibilities. Jon knows better than to get close to him when he's buzzed enough to be sloppy--carelessly honest, more relentless and somehow even more tactile than normal.
It's like Jon forgets, every time, and he's already charmed before he realizes, the same way he was charmed into it in the first place simply with Brendon being Brendon, dropping into his lap and biting his lip, making eyes at him in a way so ridiculous it couldn't be serious, but it was. And then what followed was even more ridiculous, at least by the standards of Jon's relatively low-key existence: the most manic, goofy, talented, determined, bizarre, and beautiful person he's ever met inexplicably wants to kiss him like there's nothing else in the world he could be doing.
Sure, they've been screwing around since Jon was just another band's tech, but it's different now that Jon's not only with them but really a part of them. Or it should be. Now that this is real, there's no way not to see how fucking stupid this thing with Brendon probably is--especially since he can't seem to stop it, not with Brendon's mouth against his throat and his hand working down into his pants.
Not even with Jon breaking his own rules about only fucking around when it could never mean anything.
Brendon feels too fucking hot tucked up against him like this, his lips wet and his teeth scraping blunt against Jon's neck as his hands push and pull, first pressing hot against his chest to shove him into the side of the bus and then scrabbling at his belt, knuckles digging into Jon's stomach as he pulls him closer and says in his ear, "C'mon, need you."
Brendon's drunk. He's always drunk lately, still new at this and still reeling from all the possibilities. Jon knows better than to get close to him when he's buzzed enough to be sloppy--carelessly honest, more relentless and somehow even more tactile than normal.
It's like Jon forgets, every time, and he's already charmed before he realizes, the same way he was charmed into it in the first place simply with Brendon being Brendon, dropping into his lap and biting his lip, making eyes at him in a way so ridiculous it couldn't be serious, but it was. And then what followed was even more ridiculous, at least by the standards of Jon's relatively low-key existence: the most manic, goofy, talented, determined, bizarre, and beautiful person he's ever met inexplicably wants to kiss him like there's nothing else in the world he could be doing.
Sure, they've been screwing around since Jon was just another band's tech, but it's different now that Jon's not only with them but really a part of them. Or it should be. Now that this is real, there's no way not to see how fucking stupid this thing with Brendon probably is--especially since he can't seem to stop it, not with Brendon's mouth against his throat and his hand working down into his pants.
Not even with Jon breaking his own rules about only fucking around when it could never mean anything.
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