Double post!
Being sick with a cold and off of school for elections gave me time to finish up overdue birthday presents. So here they are.
(sorry for any errors; typing one-handed because i'm holding a tissue to my nose with the other.)
Also, my good friend smushfaace has created a community for Youtube slash, of which I am a moderator. We're working on making it spiffy fandibulous, at the moment, so it's not as fancy as it should be yet. If you like my YS stuff, check it out; I'll be posting there often.
:3
Title: Birthday Kisses
Pairings: Rydon, implied Joncer and Gabilliam
Rating: PG 13, for language
Summary: It was a genius idea, if I do say so myself.
Author Notes: High school AU! Told from Pete's POV, just because I thought it'd be interesting that way. For Ryan Ross's birthday two weeks ago. ..I do have a life.
It was a genius idea, if I do say so myself. Gabe's always been good at that kind of stuff, and that day was no exception. He came up with it during English class, and getting lectured by Mrs. Smith was totally worth it.
Just after the final bell had rung, me, Gabe, Travis, and a few others sauntered over to the tree next to the steps where we found just who we were looking for.
"Hey, Pete," Brendon greeted cheerfully, waving with one hand as he kept a grip on his bag with the other. Spencer eyed me distrustfully, his eyes baby blue slits and arms crossed tightly over his chest. He edged a little closer to Jon, who hadn't seemed to notice his boyfriend's unease, as he was giving one of his characteristic lopsided grins. "What's up?" Brendon asked.
"Well, y'see Brendon," I said, putting an arm around his shoulders. "I had this idea--"
"It was my idea!" Gabe shouted.
"--we had this idea," I continued, silencing Gabe with a glare before turning back to Brendon. "We had this idea that you," I said, the emphasis on the last part making him smile, "would kiss Ryan Ross."
His smile faltered. "Why would I do that?"
"Well, today's his birthday, so we were thinking that maybe you could..." I made a motion with my hand. "Y'know. Give him a little something."
"He really likes you," Gabe put in. William nodded enthusiastically, and the others chimed in.
"Really?" Brendon squeaked. His cheeks were tinted red and only getting darker. He was buying it. Phase one--complete.
"Yeah, man!" Travis said easily.
"He really likes you," William encouraged. "You haven't noticed?"
Brendon rubbed at the back of his neck. "Well... I... kind of. Maybe."
"So you'll do it?" I asked, the anticipation keeping me on edge.
Brendon thought for a moment. "Okay," he said simply, and I did a mental victory dance.
"Brendon, I really don't think--" Spencer began, but Jon stopped him with a hand clasped quickly over his mouth. Spencer pried it off and the two launched into a heated argument. Brendon didn't seem to have heard either of them. He was making his way over to where Ryan was leaning against a pole, staring blankly off into the distance. With a flick of my wrist, the boys followed me, and we watched eagerly for the show to begin.
"Um, hi, Ryan," Brendon said timidly. "Uh, I heard it's your birthday, and the guys challenged me to give you this." He leaned forward, hands on both of Ryan's arms and gently placed his lips on the sophmore's.
Ryan's eyes went wide at the connection, but he didn't move away. Slowly, he started kissing back, shutting his eyes a little. They parted after a moment, both trying to catch their breath. Hoots and hollers came from behind me, this in particular from Gabe: "Urie, you playaa! Ross, you don't know how lucky you are, man!"
William scowled. "Oh, so you'd rather kiss Brendon, is that it?"
"No, no, mi vida, tu sabes me amo a ti," he cooed, wrapping his arms around Bill's waist.
Ryan peeped over Brendon's shoulder at our congregation and said, smirking, "So this was their idea, then?"
"Well, it was actually more of mine than it was theirs," Brendon said, playing it cool. He was one smooth bastard.
"IT WAS MY FUCKING IDEA, GODDAMMIT!!" Gabe swore. Ryan just grinned and leaned in for another kiss.
"Uh oh," Sisky whispered, pointing at a muscular man making his way through the sea of students. "Here comes Strathmore."
Shit. Brendon and Ryan were really going to get it.
The vice principal cleared his throat loudly and tapped Brendon on the shoulder. I could see the look in both their eyes, even from where I was standing. Oh. Shit. Just like a deer caught making out in headlights. ...Wait.
"Excuse me, gentlemen," Strathmore said akwardly. "Sorry to interrupt, but you're going to have to stop. I don't want to have to write you up for a PDA."
"Oh, uh, yes, Mister Strathmore, sir," Brendon stammered. "I was just-- um-- leaving." He turned to Ryan and said, "See you tomorrow in Geometry?"
"Sure." Ryan's usual bored and uninterested expression was back, but only for show. "See you then."
Brendon grinned and gave a half-wave as he began walking towards the bus lanes. After a few steps, he paused, then turned back towards Ryan.
"Hey, Ryan?"
"Yeah?"
"Happy birthday."
Spencer wouldn't have looked more shocked if Jimi Hendrix and John Lennon flew past naked on a purple and pink elephant singing Puff the Magic Dragon. Jon just laughed.
"That," he said, "is one badass mother fucker."
My thoughts exactly.
Title: Let's Go Get Schwasted!
Pairing: Mitchell/Kyle
Rating: PG
Summary: Kyle has a very important message for Mitchell on his birthday.
Author Notes: Written for Mitchell's 21st birthday. In case you want it for visualization, here is the "I Love You" video, from which I took Mitchell's end bit, and the background Kyle was sitting in front of, and here is the suit Kyle was wearing. The very first line and title were taken from this video. Also, if you know all of these movie quotes, you win a muffin. 83
"You did remember it's your birthday today, right?"
"Hey, Mitchell?"
The boy groaned loudly, hitting the space bar on his keyboard to pause the video he was watching.
"Whaaaaaaaat, Kyle? I'm buuuuuuusy!" he whined. Hey, it was his birthday; he could act as childish as he wanted.
"Just... can you just come here for a minute? This is kind of important."
Mitchell gave a hefty sigh and pushed away from his desk, calling to Kyle, "Fine, I'm coming." He ruffled the back of his hair as he padded down the hall toward the kitchen, thinking he'd need a shower and--
His idle thoughts vanished the second he stepped into the room.
Kyle was sitting in the chair where Mitchell typically made videos. He was holding Remix in one arm and an entire bouquet red and white carnations in the other. The puppy sported a red ribbon around its neck and Kyle had hung an accompanying dark red background. A simple "Happy Birthday" banner adorned the side wall.
Kyle himself was what really stole Mitchell away. He was wearing Mitchell's white suit jacket and black bow tie--the same one from the Empire Strikes Back tour-- and black jeans.
"Kyle, what is... why are you wearing my suit?" he asked, choosing to ignore the butterflies (who were acting more like a swarm of bees) in his stomach. "And why do you have those flowers? And how--"
"Mitchell," said Kyle curtly, "just let me get through this. I'll answer your questions, but, just... let me say this first."
Mitchell was taken back at his friend's seriousness. Unsure of what to say, he simply nodded.
Kyle got up, still balancing the Australian Shepherd and the carnations as he crossed over until the distance between them was no more than two feet.
"Um, okay," he said, stopping to set down Remix, only to pick him back up again, then set him back down. He placed the flowers gently on the nearby counter. He took a few deep breaths, obviously trying to quell his nerves.
"Okay," he repeated, seeming to have finally decided. "Mitchell, I..." He trailed off. He cleared his throat, then tried again.
"Mitchell, I... I love you."
There were no words available in the English language to suitably describe Mitchell's reaction to this, but the best his brain could come up with was: Ho. Lee. Shit.
"Um, I know that's going to need some elaboration, so, uh, I'll elaborate." From one of the breast pockets of the suit, he produced a lined sheet of notebook paper covered in messy chickenscratch. He cleared his throat and began reading from it.
"'You complete me.'
"'So it's not going to be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, you and me, every day.'
"'Listen to me, mister. You're my knight in shining armor. Don't forget it.'
"'You make me want to be a better man.'
"'I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of the world alone.'
Oh my God. These are... This is... Oh my God.
"'If I could--'"
"Kyle."
"Mitchell, I told you--"
"I know what you said," Mitchell interrupted, his voice cracking, "but...why? Why the movie quotes?" He reached over and tossed away Kyle's sheet of paper.
"Please... just... tell me you feel. Not Tom Cruise, not Ryan Gosling, but you."
"But I-I've never been good with words," Kyle started to say, but stopped when he met Mitchell's eyes. After a pause, he began.
"Mitchell, I've liked you for a long time. I've loved you for almost just as long. At first I thought it was just, like, "brotherly love", or "best friend love", but then I realized it was real love, like, the "boy meets girl" kind, or the "as you wish" kind.
"So I got scared when I figured this out; I was scared of what other people would think, scared of not being accepted, and most of all scared of what you would think. So I hid it. I found Britanny, and going out with her helped me to try to convince myself I hadn't fallen in love with my best friend. I almost believed it, but when you left for LA... I missed you so much.
"I know it sounds stupid, but even though you were only gone for a week, it made me think, 'What if he doesn't come back? What if I never told him how I felt? What if he just disappeared one day and was gone forever?'
"So I decided I had to tell you. Even if it was on your birthday, and it might ruin the day for you, and maybe even the rest of our lives... I had to do it. I couldn't keep denying who I was. I apologize for this wrecked birthday and any future ones."
A grin spread across Mitchell's face, his eyes bright though tears streamed down his cheeks. He grabbed Kyle by the front of his shirt and pulled, bringing their lips together; something that should have happened much too long ago. Kyle swore he heard the entire Hallelujah chorus while Mitchell was certain it was the Cincinnati Symphony Orchestra. Mouths connected, worlds collided, sparks flew. It was, as Kyle might have said, "magical".
They finally broke the kiss, foreheads pressed together.
"Kyle?"
"Mm?"
"I just wanted to tell you... to tell you how I felt. I mean, you know now, but... in a nutshell... you know that feeling you get, that warm fuzzy feeling inside of you, and it's almost like... you feel like you're dreaming, or you're floating a little bit, and you're just so happy, and you don't know why, because you're doing nothing?"
"Kind of like right now?"
"That's love, and I feel it when I'm with you. I just... thought I should tell you. I love you, Kyle Sibert."
"And I love you, Mitchell Davis," he replied, kissing his nose. "Even if you are unoriginal."
"Hey! That was originally about you, you know!"
"So that love pee was really for me?"
"YOU'RE RUINING THE MOMENT, KYLE."
"Fine."
"...."
"...."
"..Kyle?"
"Yes, Mitchell?"
"When will I be getting my suit back? Because I gotta say, it doesn't do much for your figure. OW!"
"Sorry, but you deserved that."
(sorry for any errors; typing one-handed because i'm holding a tissue to my nose with the other.)
Also, my good friend smushfaace has created a community for Youtube slash, of which I am a moderator. We're working on making it spiffy fandibulous, at the moment, so it's not as fancy as it should be yet. If you like my YS stuff, check it out; I'll be posting there often.
:3
Title: Birthday Kisses
Pairings: Rydon, implied Joncer and Gabilliam
Rating: PG 13, for language
Summary: It was a genius idea, if I do say so myself.
Author Notes: High school AU! Told from Pete's POV, just because I thought it'd be interesting that way. For Ryan Ross's birthday two weeks ago. ..I do have a life.
It was a genius idea, if I do say so myself. Gabe's always been good at that kind of stuff, and that day was no exception. He came up with it during English class, and getting lectured by Mrs. Smith was totally worth it.
Just after the final bell had rung, me, Gabe, Travis, and a few others sauntered over to the tree next to the steps where we found just who we were looking for.
"Hey, Pete," Brendon greeted cheerfully, waving with one hand as he kept a grip on his bag with the other. Spencer eyed me distrustfully, his eyes baby blue slits and arms crossed tightly over his chest. He edged a little closer to Jon, who hadn't seemed to notice his boyfriend's unease, as he was giving one of his characteristic lopsided grins. "What's up?" Brendon asked.
"Well, y'see Brendon," I said, putting an arm around his shoulders. "I had this idea--"
"It was my idea!" Gabe shouted.
"--we had this idea," I continued, silencing Gabe with a glare before turning back to Brendon. "We had this idea that you," I said, the emphasis on the last part making him smile, "would kiss Ryan Ross."
His smile faltered. "Why would I do that?"
"Well, today's his birthday, so we were thinking that maybe you could..." I made a motion with my hand. "Y'know. Give him a little something."
"He really likes you," Gabe put in. William nodded enthusiastically, and the others chimed in.
"Really?" Brendon squeaked. His cheeks were tinted red and only getting darker. He was buying it. Phase one--complete.
"Yeah, man!" Travis said easily.
"He really likes you," William encouraged. "You haven't noticed?"
Brendon rubbed at the back of his neck. "Well... I... kind of. Maybe."
"So you'll do it?" I asked, the anticipation keeping me on edge.
Brendon thought for a moment. "Okay," he said simply, and I did a mental victory dance.
"Brendon, I really don't think--" Spencer began, but Jon stopped him with a hand clasped quickly over his mouth. Spencer pried it off and the two launched into a heated argument. Brendon didn't seem to have heard either of them. He was making his way over to where Ryan was leaning against a pole, staring blankly off into the distance. With a flick of my wrist, the boys followed me, and we watched eagerly for the show to begin.
"Um, hi, Ryan," Brendon said timidly. "Uh, I heard it's your birthday, and the guys challenged me to give you this." He leaned forward, hands on both of Ryan's arms and gently placed his lips on the sophmore's.
Ryan's eyes went wide at the connection, but he didn't move away. Slowly, he started kissing back, shutting his eyes a little. They parted after a moment, both trying to catch their breath. Hoots and hollers came from behind me, this in particular from Gabe: "Urie, you playaa! Ross, you don't know how lucky you are, man!"
William scowled. "Oh, so you'd rather kiss Brendon, is that it?"
"No, no, mi vida, tu sabes me amo a ti," he cooed, wrapping his arms around Bill's waist.
Ryan peeped over Brendon's shoulder at our congregation and said, smirking, "So this was their idea, then?"
"Well, it was actually more of mine than it was theirs," Brendon said, playing it cool. He was one smooth bastard.
"IT WAS MY FUCKING IDEA, GODDAMMIT!!" Gabe swore. Ryan just grinned and leaned in for another kiss.
"Uh oh," Sisky whispered, pointing at a muscular man making his way through the sea of students. "Here comes Strathmore."
Shit. Brendon and Ryan were really going to get it.
The vice principal cleared his throat loudly and tapped Brendon on the shoulder. I could see the look in both their eyes, even from where I was standing. Oh. Shit. Just like a deer caught making out in headlights. ...Wait.
"Excuse me, gentlemen," Strathmore said akwardly. "Sorry to interrupt, but you're going to have to stop. I don't want to have to write you up for a PDA."
"Oh, uh, yes, Mister Strathmore, sir," Brendon stammered. "I was just-- um-- leaving." He turned to Ryan and said, "See you tomorrow in Geometry?"
"Sure." Ryan's usual bored and uninterested expression was back, but only for show. "See you then."
Brendon grinned and gave a half-wave as he began walking towards the bus lanes. After a few steps, he paused, then turned back towards Ryan.
"Hey, Ryan?"
"Yeah?"
"Happy birthday."
Spencer wouldn't have looked more shocked if Jimi Hendrix and John Lennon flew past naked on a purple and pink elephant singing Puff the Magic Dragon. Jon just laughed.
"That," he said, "is one badass mother fucker."
My thoughts exactly.
Title: Let's Go Get Schwasted!
Pairing: Mitchell/Kyle
Rating: PG
Summary: Kyle has a very important message for Mitchell on his birthday.
Author Notes: Written for Mitchell's 21st birthday. In case you want it for visualization, here is the "I Love You" video, from which I took Mitchell's end bit, and the background Kyle was sitting in front of, and here is the suit Kyle was wearing. The very first line and title were taken from this video. Also, if you know all of these movie quotes, you win a muffin. 83
"You did remember it's your birthday today, right?"
"Hey, Mitchell?"
The boy groaned loudly, hitting the space bar on his keyboard to pause the video he was watching.
"Whaaaaaaaat, Kyle? I'm buuuuuuusy!" he whined. Hey, it was his birthday; he could act as childish as he wanted.
"Just... can you just come here for a minute? This is kind of important."
Mitchell gave a hefty sigh and pushed away from his desk, calling to Kyle, "Fine, I'm coming." He ruffled the back of his hair as he padded down the hall toward the kitchen, thinking he'd need a shower and--
His idle thoughts vanished the second he stepped into the room.
Kyle was sitting in the chair where Mitchell typically made videos. He was holding Remix in one arm and an entire bouquet red and white carnations in the other. The puppy sported a red ribbon around its neck and Kyle had hung an accompanying dark red background. A simple "Happy Birthday" banner adorned the side wall.
Kyle himself was what really stole Mitchell away. He was wearing Mitchell's white suit jacket and black bow tie--the same one from the Empire Strikes Back tour-- and black jeans.
"Kyle, what is... why are you wearing my suit?" he asked, choosing to ignore the butterflies (who were acting more like a swarm of bees) in his stomach. "And why do you have those flowers? And how--"
"Mitchell," said Kyle curtly, "just let me get through this. I'll answer your questions, but, just... let me say this first."
Mitchell was taken back at his friend's seriousness. Unsure of what to say, he simply nodded.
Kyle got up, still balancing the Australian Shepherd and the carnations as he crossed over until the distance between them was no more than two feet.
"Um, okay," he said, stopping to set down Remix, only to pick him back up again, then set him back down. He placed the flowers gently on the nearby counter. He took a few deep breaths, obviously trying to quell his nerves.
"Okay," he repeated, seeming to have finally decided. "Mitchell, I..." He trailed off. He cleared his throat, then tried again.
"Mitchell, I... I love you."
There were no words available in the English language to suitably describe Mitchell's reaction to this, but the best his brain could come up with was: Ho. Lee. Shit.
"Um, I know that's going to need some elaboration, so, uh, I'll elaborate." From one of the breast pockets of the suit, he produced a lined sheet of notebook paper covered in messy chickenscratch. He cleared his throat and began reading from it.
"'You complete me.'
"'So it's not going to be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, you and me, every day.'
"'Listen to me, mister. You're my knight in shining armor. Don't forget it.'
"'You make me want to be a better man.'
"'I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of the world alone.'
Oh my God. These are... This is... Oh my God.
"'If I could--'"
"Kyle."
"Mitchell, I told you--"
"I know what you said," Mitchell interrupted, his voice cracking, "but...why? Why the movie quotes?" He reached over and tossed away Kyle's sheet of paper.
"Please... just... tell me you feel. Not Tom Cruise, not Ryan Gosling, but you."
"But I-I've never been good with words," Kyle started to say, but stopped when he met Mitchell's eyes. After a pause, he began.
"Mitchell, I've liked you for a long time. I've loved you for almost just as long. At first I thought it was just, like, "brotherly love", or "best friend love", but then I realized it was real love, like, the "boy meets girl" kind, or the "as you wish" kind.
"So I got scared when I figured this out; I was scared of what other people would think, scared of not being accepted, and most of all scared of what you would think. So I hid it. I found Britanny, and going out with her helped me to try to convince myself I hadn't fallen in love with my best friend. I almost believed it, but when you left for LA... I missed you so much.
"I know it sounds stupid, but even though you were only gone for a week, it made me think, 'What if he doesn't come back? What if I never told him how I felt? What if he just disappeared one day and was gone forever?'
"So I decided I had to tell you. Even if it was on your birthday, and it might ruin the day for you, and maybe even the rest of our lives... I had to do it. I couldn't keep denying who I was. I apologize for this wrecked birthday and any future ones."
A grin spread across Mitchell's face, his eyes bright though tears streamed down his cheeks. He grabbed Kyle by the front of his shirt and pulled, bringing their lips together; something that should have happened much too long ago. Kyle swore he heard the entire Hallelujah chorus while Mitchell was certain it was the Cincinnati Symphony Orchestra. Mouths connected, worlds collided, sparks flew. It was, as Kyle might have said, "magical".
They finally broke the kiss, foreheads pressed together.
"Kyle?"
"Mm?"
"I just wanted to tell you... to tell you how I felt. I mean, you know now, but... in a nutshell... you know that feeling you get, that warm fuzzy feeling inside of you, and it's almost like... you feel like you're dreaming, or you're floating a little bit, and you're just so happy, and you don't know why, because you're doing nothing?"
"Kind of like right now?"
"That's love, and I feel it when I'm with you. I just... thought I should tell you. I love you, Kyle Sibert."
"And I love you, Mitchell Davis," he replied, kissing his nose. "Even if you are unoriginal."
"Hey! That was originally about you, you know!"
"So that love pee was really for me?"
"YOU'RE RUINING THE MOMENT, KYLE."
"Fine."
"...."
"...."
"..Kyle?"
"Yes, Mitchell?"
"When will I be getting my suit back? Because I gotta say, it doesn't do much for your figure. OW!"
"Sorry, but you deserved that."