Solidarity in Purple
I completely blame panic! for everything, actually maybe MCR, or maybe just Gabe and William for being so hot (and tall). I also feel really bad for the fact that it isn't their music I fell in love with first, but their fic personae.
Title: Solidarity in Purple
Summary: He has a certain love of the colour purple.
Rating: G - PG
Disclaimer: All made up and probably ridiculous.
Author's notes: I have no idea where the whole idea for Gabe/Brendon came from, I swear I intended to write Gabe/William, but I always get intimidated by accepted pairings. And the whole purple hoodie thing cannot be denied. I have little to no knowledge of Gabe, Brendon canon (if there is any), just that they are both awesome, pretty and would make beautiful music together. Also - unbeated. Oh, another also, I apoligise for the british isms and spelling, but I am doing an English degree it is impossible to get them all.
'You are very tall." Gabe is jolted out of his contemplation of his beer to look down at the person addressing him. The voice belongs to, well Gabe can't quite tell, but he's pretty sure he doesn't know the boy? Man? But there is always solidarity for a person of the male persuasion wearing purple, so he decides not to be, well, completely 'Gabe Saporta'ey.
"Astute powers of observation my friend, tell me what's the square root of 163?" What? He can't completely turn off his natural awesomeness.
"There isn't one." Gabe quickly double checks in his head, but before he can comment the tiny person just continues. "I just meant that you didn't look so tall from across the room, and now your great height has made me completely lose my train of thought and now that's all I can think about." He says all of this without taking a breath and Gabe is suitably impressed and gives him more of his attention. Allowing his eyes to take in the guy's form and very pretty eyes. Gabe lets out a sigh, there's no way he's over eighteen. It's just his luck really, a pretty guy, nice eyes, very good breath control, an appreciation for the color purple and he is totally underage.
"My powers of height are dazzling, I agree." Gabe replies, still confused, but the tiny person is cute and also completely wasted, or high, or just insane.
"I know right. I think hanging around with my guys and you know Pete, completely warps my sense of reality." Gabe's attention is caught at Pete's name, maybe the guy's not that innocent.
"Pete is known to do that." Gabe replies, not allowing his growing interest to color his voice.
"Oh, you know Pete?" The guy sounds excited.
"Doesn't everyone?"
"It seems like it, like he's God or something."
"I'm sure he likes to think so." The guy laughs and smiles brightly and Gabe gives him another once over, lingering over the purple, and makes a decision. "So why'd you come over here?" Gabe asks, bending down slightly to allow his voice to ghost across the guys ear.
"Huh?" Gabe inwardly smiles at the guys confusion.
"You said that my height made you lose your train of thought, but you must have had an actual reason, before you got confused."
"Oh, yes, right, I just wanted to ... flirt?" The guy looks unsure, but still hopeful.
"Flirt? Okay, I have two questions then." Gabe leans further in, so that his lips move against skin as he speaks.
"Sure."
"What's your name and are you legal?"
"Brendon, and I'm nineteen." Gabe does not believe that he is nineteen, but it's too late and the decision is made.
"Okay, I'm sold, follow me." This isn't Gabe's house, but he knows that there must be an empty room upstairs, it's still early. So he just pulls Brendon through the people by the sleeve of his purple hoodie.
"Where are we going?" Brendon asks, but not as if he actually cares about the answer.
"Somewhere I can totally blow you and not like get photographed and make the internet explode and like not have my band mates kill me." Gabe releases a sigh of elation at the sight of the empty room, drags Brendon through and closes the door, pushing Brendon against the closed door and sealing his lips against Brendon's neck.
"Oh, you're in a band too? Cool." Brendon seems completely excited and not at all worried.
"Wait, you were going to let me do probably illegal, because I totally don't believe you're nineteen but plausible deniability and all that, things to you and you don't even know my name, that's not cool." Gabe's not sure what makes him more angry, that Brendon was okay with doing something completely stupid, or at himself for assuming, he hadn't thought he was that arrogant.
"Sorry? I can go away now." Brendon looks sheepish and has a completely adorable pout.
"NO! You're not going anywhere. My name is Gabe, so now that we have been properly introduced take off your shirt and I'll tell you all about the cobra later."
Brendon smiles widely and complies quickly.
Title: Solidarity in Purple
Summary: He has a certain love of the colour purple.
Rating: G - PG
Disclaimer: All made up and probably ridiculous.
Author's notes: I have no idea where the whole idea for Gabe/Brendon came from, I swear I intended to write Gabe/William, but I always get intimidated by accepted pairings. And the whole purple hoodie thing cannot be denied. I have little to no knowledge of Gabe, Brendon canon (if there is any), just that they are both awesome, pretty and would make beautiful music together. Also - unbeated. Oh, another also, I apoligise for the british isms and spelling, but I am doing an English degree it is impossible to get them all.
'You are very tall." Gabe is jolted out of his contemplation of his beer to look down at the person addressing him. The voice belongs to, well Gabe can't quite tell, but he's pretty sure he doesn't know the boy? Man? But there is always solidarity for a person of the male persuasion wearing purple, so he decides not to be, well, completely 'Gabe Saporta'ey.
"Astute powers of observation my friend, tell me what's the square root of 163?" What? He can't completely turn off his natural awesomeness.
"There isn't one." Gabe quickly double checks in his head, but before he can comment the tiny person just continues. "I just meant that you didn't look so tall from across the room, and now your great height has made me completely lose my train of thought and now that's all I can think about." He says all of this without taking a breath and Gabe is suitably impressed and gives him more of his attention. Allowing his eyes to take in the guy's form and very pretty eyes. Gabe lets out a sigh, there's no way he's over eighteen. It's just his luck really, a pretty guy, nice eyes, very good breath control, an appreciation for the color purple and he is totally underage.
"My powers of height are dazzling, I agree." Gabe replies, still confused, but the tiny person is cute and also completely wasted, or high, or just insane.
"I know right. I think hanging around with my guys and you know Pete, completely warps my sense of reality." Gabe's attention is caught at Pete's name, maybe the guy's not that innocent.
"Pete is known to do that." Gabe replies, not allowing his growing interest to color his voice.
"Oh, you know Pete?" The guy sounds excited.
"Doesn't everyone?"
"It seems like it, like he's God or something."
"I'm sure he likes to think so." The guy laughs and smiles brightly and Gabe gives him another once over, lingering over the purple, and makes a decision. "So why'd you come over here?" Gabe asks, bending down slightly to allow his voice to ghost across the guys ear.
"Huh?" Gabe inwardly smiles at the guys confusion.
"You said that my height made you lose your train of thought, but you must have had an actual reason, before you got confused."
"Oh, yes, right, I just wanted to ... flirt?" The guy looks unsure, but still hopeful.
"Flirt? Okay, I have two questions then." Gabe leans further in, so that his lips move against skin as he speaks.
"Sure."
"What's your name and are you legal?"
"Brendon, and I'm nineteen." Gabe does not believe that he is nineteen, but it's too late and the decision is made.
"Okay, I'm sold, follow me." This isn't Gabe's house, but he knows that there must be an empty room upstairs, it's still early. So he just pulls Brendon through the people by the sleeve of his purple hoodie.
"Where are we going?" Brendon asks, but not as if he actually cares about the answer.
"Somewhere I can totally blow you and not like get photographed and make the internet explode and like not have my band mates kill me." Gabe releases a sigh of elation at the sight of the empty room, drags Brendon through and closes the door, pushing Brendon against the closed door and sealing his lips against Brendon's neck.
"Oh, you're in a band too? Cool." Brendon seems completely excited and not at all worried.
"Wait, you were going to let me do probably illegal, because I totally don't believe you're nineteen but plausible deniability and all that, things to you and you don't even know my name, that's not cool." Gabe's not sure what makes him more angry, that Brendon was okay with doing something completely stupid, or at himself for assuming, he hadn't thought he was that arrogant.
"Sorry? I can go away now." Brendon looks sheepish and has a completely adorable pout.
"NO! You're not going anywhere. My name is Gabe, so now that we have been properly introduced take off your shirt and I'll tell you all about the cobra later."
Brendon smiles widely and complies quickly.