I Try To Keep It Clean, But Honesty Is Wearing Thin.
Title: I Try To Keep It Clean, But Honesty Is Wearing Thin.
Author: silhouettes_die
Rating: NC-17/R
Pairing: UrieValdez
POV: Shane
Summary: The first time Shane meets Brendon Urie, he swears it could be the weirdest moment he’s ever faced
Disclaimer: I’m sorry if you sneeze, after all this is bullshit.
Warnings: Language, boy kissing, and some age difference stuff.
Author Notes: This is for jamie_dear, who was supposed to get this a gazillion years ago! So I apologize and thank him for not yelling at me, even though I think I deserved it since I promised this a gazillion years ago. I’m going to stop saying gazillion now. I also don’t like the ending but my mind has nothing else to offer, stupid brain.
Title Credit: After The Flood - Black Gold.
The first time Shane meets Brendon Urie, he swears it could be the weirdest moment he’s ever faced. He’s standing in the Urie household waiting for Brendon’s sister to hurry up and finish getting ready so he could drive her to the library so they can finish some project they got assigned together, when walks in Brendon. Now for being seventeen, Shane should already know by now that eleven-year-olds are really kind of weird, but Brendon blows every other eleven-year-old Shane’s ever met out of the water. He doesn’t even seem to notice Shane, as he runs into the living room wearing jeans, with nothing else but a bright pink apron covered in chocolate, yelling something about a tester.
“You!” Brendon yells, pointing at Shane with his chocolate covered spatula. “You come with me right now,”
Shane really has the gut feeling to say no, but the look on the kids face reminds him of a vicious bear about to attack, so he just follows the younger boy into the kitchen, which really doesn’t even resemble a kitchen. It looks more like a battle scene but instead of blood its chocolate and sitting on the counter (which is covered in flour) is a batch of brownies.
“I have to do a stupid project for Home Economics as you can tell, but the catch is that it has to taste good or I get an F. So you’re my lucky tester, congrats,”
“What if your brownies kill me?” Shane thinks from the look of the Urie kitchen, this is a huge possibility.
“My sister gets a new partner she might actually like, while I’m one step closer to an A,” Brendon answers, grinning like he’s an evil genius or something just as worse.
“You know that really isn’t convincing me to help you out. I really don’t feel like dying from your attempt of trying to be a housewife,”
Brendon then just kind of stares at him, as if he can’t believe someone actually has to nerve to tell him no or at least make it sound like they are going to deny of what he wants. Shortly though he smiles, as he picks a brownie off the plate and holds it out for Shane, waiting. Leaving Shane torn between living and denying this kid a chance of getting an A for his project, which looks like he really needs to actually pass this class. Shane really hates being a nice guy sometimes, he swears its going to get him killed one day. Most likely today though.
“Well do you feel like throwing up?” Brendon asks, as Shane starts chewing trying to taste the flavor.
“It’s actually not that bad, not A material but maybe a B which is better then an F in my book,”
“Really, well this is shocking. Thanks a lot for doing this for me. I mean risking your life is kind of a big deal,”
“Don’t mention it and if I died I’d just haunt you. Making the rest of your life miserable would be fun,” Shane grins, finishing the last of the brownie.
Brendon just kind of stares at him for a second, before breaking out into a fit of laughter holding himself up with the help of the counter. Shane again thinks this kid is crazy, as he slowly calms down smiling widely at Shane with what looks like admiration but Shane isn’t really sure. Though he takes the way Brendon’s eyes sparkles as a good sign, better than that evil grin.
“I like you Shane,” Brendon nods, smiling wider. “Oh I so totally would make one hot housewife. Also could you please not tell my mom I said that?”
~*~
Shane blinks, as he stands staring trough the store window, watching as a teenager runs about. At first glance it would have looked as if the teen was just being a pain in the ass, but from watching you could tell this teen looks as if he was in heaven. As the boy turns around singing at the top of his lungs, Shane feels somewhat embarrassed to see its Brendon Urie, he’s mostly surprised he remembers his name but you don’t really forget the weird kids. He doesn’t know whether he should freak out, or just acknowledge Brendon’s existence before he notices Shane first and makes a scene because right now it looks like he would. He doesn’t think the saleslady would appreciate Brendon making the store into a bigger mess, so he just decides that it would be better to say a quick hello before hightailing it out of there.
Shane feels really weird walking into the store it’s defiantly a place he hasn’t been into for the longest time. It almost feels like he’s ten again, but the store is way better and way brighter. Also the salespeople actually leave you alone, though right now that might be Brendon’s fault. Shane silently makes his way towards a huge pile of stuffed animals, not wanting to surprise Brendon and scare the shit out of him, and coughs hoping Brendon can actually hear it over the overly-poppy music. Though only after a few seconds Brendon’s head pops out from the pile, eyes wide and blinking as he tries to get used to the light again.
“Shane!”
He’s also kind of surprised Brendon actually remembers him. Brendon seems like the type of person to forget a lot of things, especially at eleven and Shane was actually normal when they met.
“Hey Brendon, what are you - um what are you doing exactly?”
“Hiding, while trying to find my glasses,” Brendon grins, shifting so some animals fall off him. “I think you should join me Shane,”
“In there? With you?” Shane asks slowly, like maybe Brendon is out of his mind.
“Yes, come hide and snuggle with the wonderful Disney creatures.”
“Like who? Bambi perhaps maybe some Simba’s mixed in there?”
“Along with some Flounder and his tail is pretty big,”
Shane can’t help but laugh, and he laughs so hard he has to land on his knees because his legs can’t hold him up anymore. While Brendon just grins wider and pushes some of the stuffed toys away, making room for Shane then wiggling his eyebrows in a very wrong manner for being in the Disney store. Shane though can’t refuse, even if it probably looks like he’s just as big as a weirdo as he’s climbing into a huge stuffed animal mountain. He knows he can’t get away with shit like this anymore after all he is twenty-three not seventeen, but right now he doesn’t care. With the way Brendon’s smiling at him, it kind of really makes up for that fact. That is until he sits down and hears glass shatter, and wow that kind of really hurts.
“Shane you found my glasses!”
~*~
The cherry red door seems normal enough when Shane gets to the doorway. It’s the same one from last time he could remember coming to the Urie home. He should know too, since he’s been standing on the porch for more than fifteen minutes, debating with himself if this was a good idea after all. After Shane broke Brendon’s glasses, he couldn’t help but feel like an asshole, even though it was an accident, so he offered to drive Brendon wherever he wanted for a week. It still felt weird knocking on the Urie household door, so he could pick Brendon up. He also has to deal with the fact everyone he’s talked to is calling this the first date, Shane refuses to call this a date, it is just friends getting together, yup just friends hanging out. Then why does Shane feel so fucking nervous?
“Shane, so glad you came!”
“I kinda of have to Brendon,” Shane mumbles, feeling even more awkward. “So um are you ready?”
“Duh, can’t you see I’m wearing my sexy clothes?”
Friends, friends, friends, that is all Brendon is, Shane’s friend just one of his good looking friends. Actually more like great looking friend especially in those low rise jeans that are really making his ass look great, wait what?
“Um, I like your new glasses,”
Shane declares himself an idiot, a huge idiot. Because really, let’s remind your friend of the new glasses he had to get because you broke his old ones, he really is a genius.
“Thanks, I think the red frames make me look adorable,” Brendon laughs, pouting just a bit.
“You always look adorable,”
Brendon’s cheeks turn a light pink, but he quickly covers it up with a cute little smile. Shane though starts to think about getting struck by lightning, they say if you think really hard you can make anything come true, so Shane adds an earthquake just incase.
“Aw Shane your blushing!”
“No, I am not Brendon. Let’s get our?” Shane pauses, looking for the right word, because it is not a date.
“Date?”
“Yes - I mean no! We are friends Brendon, friends,”
“For now,” Brendon smiles, in a sort of secretive way that makes Shane’s throat go dry. “Bye mom!”
Shane then starts to wonder what he just go himself into, as he watches Brendon run to his car screaming shotgun, even though he’s the only one here because there is no way Shane is letting Brendon drive his car. With one last glance back towards the Urie house, Shane starts to pray that for the rest of the day he doesn’t make himself look like an ever bigger idiot.
~*~
As soon as Shane had sat in the car, Brendon immediately gives out directions and with a British accent tells Shane to step on it, and wouldn’t let Shane protest because after all he owed Brendon for breaking his glasses. He wouldn’t even tell Shane where they were going but as they pulled up into a driveway, Brendon began to take deep, nervous, breaths.
“What is this for Brendon?”
“You’ll see,” Brendon answers, opening the door and getting out of the car.
Shane can tell that the younger boy seems more nervous than before, when he knocks on the white, wooden door, shifting his weight from foot to foot. Just as Shane is starting to get annoyed, a boy quickly answers the door with a bored expression on his face, before his eyes shift and land on Shane and his look changes into a more interested one.
“Took you long enough, Ryan is already throwing a bitch fit,”
Shane turns towards Brendon to ask who exactly Ryan and this kid are but is quickly pulled into the home, Brendon’s hand gripping tightly to his wrist. Shane feels uncomfortable as they walk down a hallway filled with family pictures, he feels like a stranger and he defiantly knows he doesn’t belong. Which is making him even more curios as to why Brendon made them come here, but as he’s walking downstairs and into a room filled with stuffed dead animals, oh and instruments that’s important, but Shane can’t help but forget about the instruments and stare at the stuffed dead animals placed all over the room.
“Just sit down on the couch Shane,”
Brendon sounds as if he’s trying to keep his nervous state hidden, watching Shane with wide eyes, as he takes a seat on the small battered couch just as two kids walk into the room. One immediately gets behind the drum kit, swirling slightly in his chair tapping a light beat on his legs. As the other kid, who reminds Shane of a stick-figure, studies Brendon before his eyes shift and land on Shane questioningly.
“Who are you?”
“Shane, I’m um Brendon’s friend,”
“So you’re not trying out then?”
“No,” Shane answers, looking over the kids shoulder locking eyes with Brendon. “I just drove him here,”
“Okay then,” the kids sighs, seeming to relax. “I’m Ryan by the way, that’s Spencer over by the drum kit, and you already met Brent,”
Shane waves his hand in greeting, as he watches Brendon begin to shake like a leaf when Ryan’s eyes strayed back to him. After a short whispered conversation between the two, Brendon moves over to pick up a guitar next to a microphone, standing in position with a pale face as if he’s going to upchuck right there. Shane frowns, watching as the younger boy tries to tune his guitar with trembling fingers.
“Hey Brendon,” Shane calls, making Brendon look up eyes wide. “You’ll be fine Flounder,”
Brendon grins wide, quickly flipping Shane off then starting a song which sounds something close to one of the songs that played on the radio on the way over, and as soon as he gets past a few notes Brendon completely turns into a different person. It looks as if a switch has been flipped inside Brendon’s soul, making him one with the music making everyone in the room disappear from his mind. It’s obvious that he’s throwing every inch of his soul out for his performance, making everyone in the room eating out of the palm of his hand. To Shane it’s obvious that this is what Brendon was made to do, he was meant to live and breathe music. Shane could say he feels the same way when he was his camera in his hands, feeling the cold metal in his hands just makes him feel complete and full. He can’t stand not having a camera close by, which would explain the one in his car.
Shane can’t seem to pull his eyes away from Brendon, he doesn’t hear the music Brendon’s playing, but he does hear his voice belt out and harmonize with the music sending chills down Shane’s spine. Though just as quickly as he begun, his voice automatically stops as Ryan flails his arms about, yelling for Brendon to stop and from the way Spencer and Brent jump, Shane thinks he doesn’t yell that loud often.
“What, did I do something wrong?” Brendon asks, slowly sounding terrified again.
“Sing, sing right now,” Ryan says, no demands his face reddening just a bit.
Brendon looks over to Shane, as if to see if he’s still planted down on the couch, and smiles relieved before starting to sing a song Shane is sure from Aladdin. When the last note ends, the room is silent which is not really helping Brendon’s nerves.
“Brendon you’re in, defiantly in,”
Brendon automatically turns his head and grins at Shane so wide, he’s positive it’s going to break the younger boys face in half. Shane smiles back just as wide and can’t help but feel proud of the boy standing in front of him. As the other boys flock around him, joking and talking most likely about music, Shane finally lets his smile fall ignoring the fluttering in his stomach every time Brendon glances and smiles his way. Shane can’t help but feel depressed as he reminds himself that they’re only friends.
~*~
Shane does not like to get up at all, hell he’ll even admit to kicking his mom a few times during elementary school, when he claimed he was the Sleep Ninja and had to protect sleep everywhere which meant he wasn’t allowed to get up. Sadly, his mom never fell for it, anyway there are more important matters at hand especially since it’s two in the morning and someone is knocking at Shane’s door. At the moment Shane can care less who it is and chooses to ignore the person but after a few more minutes of persistent knocking and the added ringing of his doorbell, Shane groans slowly sliding out of bed. Whoever they are better hope they are important or the Sleep Ninja is going to kill, Shane tell himself as his muscles ache with protest. Shane rubs his eyes as he blindly makes his way down the hallway, trying to find the speaker. As soon as his fingers land on cold metal he presses the reply button, ready to let out a long stream of curses but everything he was going to say seems to be erased completely from his mind, when the sound of sobs comes from the other side.
“Shane, please open up Shane. I need you,”
There is no way, no matter the time Shane can mistake that voice for someone else. Without a word he presses the buzzer letting the door unlock and quickly the sobs cut off. Now all he has to do is wait for the knock on his door, Shane doesn’t think he is even able to move until he hears a knock on his door. Just as he thinks that maybe he should wait in the doorway, loud, desperate, knocks are echoing throughout Shane’s apartment, and no later is Shane ripping the door open to take in the sight of his broken Brendon. Shane asks no questions as Brendon clings to him, wrapping his thin arms around Shane’s neck to hold his tired limbs up. As the younger boy presses his face into Shane’s chest, he finally realizes that Brendon is soaking wet, from the storm outside, and Shane has the sudden urge to yell at him. After all he could have gotten electrocuted and died, or he might even have pneumonia but he doesn’t understanding there will be another time to scold him.
Shane simply closes the door and drags slash leads Brendon into his bedroom to get him some dry clothes before he can catch a cold or something worse, like pneumonia. At first, Brendon weakly protests as Shane pushes him onto the bed with his still wet clothes, but the look Shane gives him cuts his whining off short and he sits quietly, watching Shane run around the room picking out clothes. When Shane turns around, clothes in his hands, he freezes because when did Brendon get naked? However, that’s okay actually its more than okay, but Shane isn’t going to let his lusting over Brendon get in control, he’s already had enough to deal with tonight, whatever “it” is. Though Shane can’t hide the embarrassed - men do not blush - tint on his cheeks as Brendon starts to get dressed in front of him, so to at least give the younger boy some privacy, he turns around trying to calm his racing heart.
“Thank you Shane,”
A broken Brendon has to be the saddest thing in the whole universe, Shane concludes as he turns around again. He can feel his heart breaking as he takes in Brendon, he almost seems five again with the way he’s rubbing his nose with the back of his arm sniffling, as his head is hung down refusing to still look at Shane, though he’s pretty sure Brendon is crying from the light sound of drops hitting his carpet, when feeling Shane’s eyes on his body, the younger boy looks up, with his red eyes and pale, tired, face.
“Come here Flounder,” Shane smiles softly, opening his arms wide as the younger boy falls into the hug. “What happened? Ryan had a bitch fit and kicked you out of the band?” Shane asks, cause yeah, Ryan has totally has done that before.
“No,” Brendon sniffles, breaking Shane’s heart even more. “I told my parents about the band,”
“Well what’s so bad about that Bren?”
“I told them this is what I wanted to do, no college,”
Oh, oh, this is bad, now Shane can see why Brendon is crying. Ever since they had found out about the band, they had disagreed Brendon joining it from the beginning and were only starting to warm up to the idea of this being a hobby, still not believing music wasn’t important enough for Brendon.
“What did they do?” Shane growls, anger suddenly shaking his body.
“They kicked me out Shane, they kicked me out. They said they didn’t want a son who was clearly a huge disappointment,”
In a matter of seconds, Brendon is sobbing again having broken down. The loud sobs shake his small frame violently, as he wraps his arms tighter around Shane mumbling mixed words into his ear. Shane quickly forgets about his anger and holds Brendon tighter to his body, letting his Brendon cry.
“Don’t worry Brendon I’ll take care of you, I promise,”
~*~
The smell of fresh coffee fills the small kitchen, making Shane automatically relax. It’s still early enough that Brendon hasn’t made his presence known and Shane wants to enjoy every second of the apartment being quiet. That’s what he tells himself even though he knows it’s a lie, Shane hates it when the apartment is to quiet. Even though it might be even hours before he wakes up, Shane still takes out two mugs, one being Brendon’s favorite which is covered with snowmen, which used to belong to Shane no matter how many times Brendon denies it, and his Little Mermaid mug that Brendon had got him in the Disney store two weeks ago. Shane would be lying if he said he hated it, it was actually cute especially since it was a Flounder mug.
Just as the buzzer on the coffee maker sounds off, the sound of Brendon’s bedroom door opening along with his shuffled footsteps slowly making his way into the bathroom fill the apartment. Shane sighs, filling Brendon’s cup with coffee and makes his way towards the kitchen table just sitting down as Brendon appears in the doorway. Shane glances up from his cup when Brendon doesn’t move towards the table and just stares, waiting for Brendon to say whatever he wants to say.
“Just spit it out already Brendon,” Shane sighs, after a few more minutes of silence.
“You’re going to hate me,”
“Brendon there is no way I could ever hate you,” Shane says, before drinking from his mug to try and hide the disappointed frown wanting to break on his face for Brendon to even have that idea in his head.
“Okay then, Shane I’m going to move out,”
Shane feels the coffee go down his throat the wrong way and it burns so fucking much, so it isn’t a surprise that a second later he’s coughing loudly, spitting out coffee all over the table. His tongue and lungs feel as if they are on fire, while he continues to cough. He can feel Brendon’s eyes locked on his body, but the younger boy stays planted in the doorway and for a wild second Shane thinks he actually might be stuck there, until he sees the snowmen covered mug leave the table.
“Are you done?” Brendon sighs, after taking a small sip.
“Well I’m sorry for being taken by surprise,” Shane replies, his voice horse.
“I said you were going to hate me, that usually means bad news is coming,”
Shane stares at Brendon not really knowing what to say to the younger boy, he feels somewhat hurt by Brendon’s sudden indifference, but he knows better now that its Brendon’s way to protect himself. However, Shane can’t help but feel depressed knowing that he won’t be able to change Brendon’s mind to stay, and he’ll have to pretend he’s fine with Brendon’s sudden choice.
“Yeah okay, I’ll help you pack,”
Shane ignores the quick flash of disappointment on Brendon’s face before it suddenly forms into a relieved smile.
~*~
Shane glances around the small meeting room, leg shaking up and down as he tries to calm his nerves before his possible new band (Bosses? Clients?) arrive. As sounds come from the hallway, the small disk sitting on the long table suddenly feels incomplete and not good enough to hand in. Just as Shane is quickly reaching behind him to get his laptop to put the small show Ian’s band played that he filmed, the door opens and a very tiny kid bounces in, a huge smile gracing his big pouty lips.
“Oh my god, Ryan it’s so big in here!”
The next kid that walks in, which Shane guesses is Ryan quickly sits across from him, scanning Shane with his honey eyes. A sense of familiarity suddenly comes over Shane, but as soon as it comes it quickly disappears as a couple of men in suits walk in followed by a huge guy with a strong gaze locked on the bouncing boy, who is still jumping around the room, oh and then Pete Wentz walks in. Shane’s gaze quickly lowers down to the table, as everyone takes a seat, minus the kid still insisting to explore the room until the guy with laser-beams for eyes makes him sit down.
“Okay let’s get to the important part first,” Pete - fucking - Wentz smiles, and Shane has to pinch himself under to table to see if he’s awake. “Shane Valdez, I’d like you to meet-”
“Holy shit, are you serious?! Shane, is that really you?!” the hyper kid yells, jumping up from his chair.
“How could you possibly know him Brendon?” Ryan asks, sounding bored but his gaze quickly snaps to Pete.
“He was my sister’s partner and he ate my deathly brownies!” Brendon exclaims, climbing on the table. “You remember right Shane?!”
“Brendon, sit down before I tie you down,” the huge guy, which Shane labels as their security guard, grunts grabbing Brendon’s ankle and pulling him back down into the chair.
Shane blinks, as he watches Brendon start to flail his arms around widely while yelling at Zack, and all of a sudden he finally sees the hyper kid standing in his old apartment doorway, shivering from the cold and being soaked from head to toe with the most heartbreaking expression on his face.
“Brendon Urie?”
Brendon’s head snaps, as his dark brown eyes lock on Shane’s green ones, while a smile spreads on his lips. Shane’s heart starts to speed up as Brendon lets out a relieved laugh, and he can’t believe how stupid he is too be able to forget Brendon, his fucking Brendon.
“Oh thank god, for a second there I was worried,”
“Nope, no need to worry,” Shane grins, and can’t help but love the smile Brendon gives back to him.
~*~
“This is where you live?”
“Yup, ever since I moved out of your crib,” Brendon grins, dropping his bags onto the floor and taking a deep breath. “It’s great to be home,”
“How does this even classify as a home?” Shane asks, as his eyes scan the small and dusty apartment.
“Hey, hey, you are not allowed to pick on my home. After all I didn’t pick on your cluttered mess,”
“That was not my fault. I was working on a film,”
“Sure, sure, whatever helps you sleep at night,”
“Speaking of sleeping, where is your bed Brendon?”
“What, oh I had to sell it before we went on tour. It doesn’t matter though I’ll jus sleep on the couch,”
“If you think that’s going to happen, than you’re an idiot Urie,” Shane says, as he picks up Brendon’s bags and walks out the door.
“Wait um, Shane where are you taking my bags? Brendon asks, running after Shane into the hallway.
“Your sleeping at my place Brendon, so whatever you need from your apartment you better grab now because I am not coming back,”
“Oh Shane, you’re my Disney prince,”
“Brendon I’m serious, if you’re not in the car in ten minutes I’m leaving without you,”
“Okay, okay, no need to get hostile,” Brendon grins, before turning on his heel and running back towards his apartment.
Shane grunts, shaking his head as he watches the younger boy run down the hallway, shaking his head so his long hair hides his now red cheeks.
~*~
“Shane, why don’t you go to bed? And don’t you dare say that this is your last video to edit because I’m not falling for that again,”
Shane looks up with blurry eyes, to stare at his now permanent roommate stand in the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest and trying to look as pissed as he can at three in the morning. Shane blinks before quickly turning back to the laptop screen, making Brendon huff annoyed.
“Why aren’t you in bed Flounder?” he grins, knowingly. Shane knows Brendon can’t say stay mad for long when Shane uses his pet name.
“Don’t start this now Shane,” Brendon whines, walking further into the room and stops when he’s standing right behind Shane. “It’s too early and I’m tired,”
“Well then go to bed,”
“I’m not going to bed without you,”
“Fine, but I’m warning you now I’m going to be up for a long time,”
Brendon huffs, as he grabs the other computer chair and pulls it close to Shane so that their knees are pressing tightly together. Shane knows for a fact that there is enough room for both computer chairs, but says nothing and keeps on working on the video and keeping his breath even. Brendon eyes stay locked on the screen, watching as Shane edits each clip until he feels it’s perfect enough to move onto the next one. He’s glad Brendon’s stuck on watching the screen instead of looking at him because now he doesn’t have to worry about his shaky hands. Only after doing about four clips, Brendon already starts tapping his fingers against the desk. Shane really can’t believe how quickly Brendon gets bored, and even though Shane loves it when Brendon gets jittery, he really can’t stand it this early in the morning.
“Brendon fucking stop it,” Shane grunts, still keeping his eyes glued to the screen.
“Stop, stop what Shane? All I’m doing is watching you work,”
“I swear to god Brendon,” Shane growls, when Brendon continues to tap his fingers only making sure the volume is louder.
“What, what are you going to do Shane? Glare at me then give up when I start to pout?”
Shane really can’t help but hate the way Brendon sounds to fucking smug, and he’s just so tired and angry that he’s just seconds away from punching the younger boy. So he really doesn’t know how one second he pulls away from the screen to glare at Brendon, then all of a sudden he’s grabbing the back of Brendon’s head and connecting their lips together. Shane’s freaking out so bad that he doesn’t even notice that Brendon kissed him back, until he’s in the safety of his own room with the door locked.
~*~
Shane makes sure to avoid Brendon as much as possible, its not that he’s angry at himself for letting his feelings get out of control, no he’s more embarrassed for actually kissing Brendon. He’s pretty sure that the younger boy hates him even though he keeps throwing Shane wounded looks every time their eyes meet. Its not like he wants to ignore the younger boy, but Shane knows that its better this way. Soon the awkward cloud that has suddenly moved into their apartment will disappear and everything will go back to normal, well that’s what Shane hopes will happen and soon.
Shane pretty lucky it’s not that hard to avoid Brendon at all, since Ryan always is insisting to work on a new album, which Shane guesses will really never see the light of day but he’s not complaining since it means Brendon is out of the apartment for basically the whole day. Even though Shane is doing extremely well on not having to face Brendon for more than a few minutes, he can’t help but wish he could man up already and apologize to the younger boy, Shane really does miss his goofy laugh, bright smile, and forcing him to sing random Disney songs together. So Shane is taken by surprise when he walks into the kitchen and sees Brendon sitting there with Shane’s his snowmen mug clutched tightly in his hands.
“Hey,”
Shane blinks, staring at the younger boy as if he’s going to explode in any second.
“There’s some coffee in the maker,”
Shane quickly mumbles a low thank you, and tries to make it past Brendon leaving as much space between them as he can. When he gets to the coffee maker, he’s surprised to see his mug is already sitting on the counter and glances back to Brendon, who still hasn’t moved a muscle. Shane sighs, turning back and grabs his mug and looks down and sees that there’s already a small puddle of cold coffee at the bottom, and Shane swears his heart breaks.
“Brendon,”
“Wow, are you really speaking to me now?”
“No, I mean yes,” Shane sighs, turning around to see Brendon already has turned in his chair and is facing Shane. “Look Bren, I don’t know what happened that night,”
“It’s obvious that you kissed me Shane,”
“Well yes I know that, but I shouldn’t have done that and I’m sorry,”
Brendon stays quite for what seems like hours to Shane, so he’s kind of pissed that the first thing Brendon does is laugh. Shane glares, as Brendon keeps on laughing, his face turns red and soon enough he’s on the floor rolling around as if he’s in pain.
“What the hell Brendon, I’m trying to apologize and you’re laughing,”
“I’m sorry Shane,” Brendon says, between giggles as he slowly starts to calm down. “It’s just I can’t believe you’re so stupid,”
“Oh so I’m stupid now?”
“Yes Shane, you really are,”
“Okay then, tell me Brendon. Why am I stupid?”
“Well did you ever consider I wanted you to kiss me?”
Shane blinks, eyes growing wide as he watches Brendon’s lips turn into a huge grin. He can tell that Brendon’s so amused at the moment and he really is just speechless. Its not like Brendon has ever not done that to Shane before, but right now Shane thinks he actually lost his ability to speak.
“I mean really Shane, how many signs do I have to throw to you for you to realize that I actually like you a lot? I would think taking you out on those dates would have done the trick, but nope. You really are dense,”
“You said those were roommate bonding times,” Shane spits out, stumbling over his words.
“Wow, you really are stupid,” Brendon sighs, and quickly stands up and in just second’s presses his chest against Shane’s.
“Brendon, um what are you doing?”
“Shane, just this once please be quiet again,”
Brendon doesn’t even give Shane enough time to argue before he’s pressing his lips against Shane’s standing up on his tippy-toes to wrap his arms around the older boy’s neck. Even though there is a little voice in the back of his head, screaming that this is a wrong idea, Shane pushes the nagging voice back and grabs Brendon’s curvy hips, bringing their bodies closer together. He can feel Brendon smile against his lips, and slowly moves his hands down Brendon’s hips until he’s grabbing the back of Brendon’s thighs. Shane squeezes tightly, making the younger boy moan and lift his leg until it’s wrapped around Shane’s hips, and not wanting to delay things Shane quickly lifts the other leg, holding Brendon up.
“What are we doing?” Shane asks breathless, leaning his head back as Brendon starts to press light kisses against it.
“Moving, we’re finally moving,”
Author: silhouettes_die
Rating: NC-17/R
Pairing: UrieValdez
POV: Shane
Summary: The first time Shane meets Brendon Urie, he swears it could be the weirdest moment he’s ever faced
Disclaimer: I’m sorry if you sneeze, after all this is bullshit.
Warnings: Language, boy kissing, and some age difference stuff.
Author Notes: This is for jamie_dear, who was supposed to get this a gazillion years ago! So I apologize and thank him for not yelling at me, even though I think I deserved it since I promised this a gazillion years ago. I’m going to stop saying gazillion now. I also don’t like the ending but my mind has nothing else to offer, stupid brain.
Title Credit: After The Flood - Black Gold.
The first time Shane meets Brendon Urie, he swears it could be the weirdest moment he’s ever faced. He’s standing in the Urie household waiting for Brendon’s sister to hurry up and finish getting ready so he could drive her to the library so they can finish some project they got assigned together, when walks in Brendon. Now for being seventeen, Shane should already know by now that eleven-year-olds are really kind of weird, but Brendon blows every other eleven-year-old Shane’s ever met out of the water. He doesn’t even seem to notice Shane, as he runs into the living room wearing jeans, with nothing else but a bright pink apron covered in chocolate, yelling something about a tester.
“You!” Brendon yells, pointing at Shane with his chocolate covered spatula. “You come with me right now,”
Shane really has the gut feeling to say no, but the look on the kids face reminds him of a vicious bear about to attack, so he just follows the younger boy into the kitchen, which really doesn’t even resemble a kitchen. It looks more like a battle scene but instead of blood its chocolate and sitting on the counter (which is covered in flour) is a batch of brownies.
“I have to do a stupid project for Home Economics as you can tell, but the catch is that it has to taste good or I get an F. So you’re my lucky tester, congrats,”
“What if your brownies kill me?” Shane thinks from the look of the Urie kitchen, this is a huge possibility.
“My sister gets a new partner she might actually like, while I’m one step closer to an A,” Brendon answers, grinning like he’s an evil genius or something just as worse.
“You know that really isn’t convincing me to help you out. I really don’t feel like dying from your attempt of trying to be a housewife,”
Brendon then just kind of stares at him, as if he can’t believe someone actually has to nerve to tell him no or at least make it sound like they are going to deny of what he wants. Shortly though he smiles, as he picks a brownie off the plate and holds it out for Shane, waiting. Leaving Shane torn between living and denying this kid a chance of getting an A for his project, which looks like he really needs to actually pass this class. Shane really hates being a nice guy sometimes, he swears its going to get him killed one day. Most likely today though.
“Well do you feel like throwing up?” Brendon asks, as Shane starts chewing trying to taste the flavor.
“It’s actually not that bad, not A material but maybe a B which is better then an F in my book,”
“Really, well this is shocking. Thanks a lot for doing this for me. I mean risking your life is kind of a big deal,”
“Don’t mention it and if I died I’d just haunt you. Making the rest of your life miserable would be fun,” Shane grins, finishing the last of the brownie.
Brendon just kind of stares at him for a second, before breaking out into a fit of laughter holding himself up with the help of the counter. Shane again thinks this kid is crazy, as he slowly calms down smiling widely at Shane with what looks like admiration but Shane isn’t really sure. Though he takes the way Brendon’s eyes sparkles as a good sign, better than that evil grin.
“I like you Shane,” Brendon nods, smiling wider. “Oh I so totally would make one hot housewife. Also could you please not tell my mom I said that?”
~*~
Shane blinks, as he stands staring trough the store window, watching as a teenager runs about. At first glance it would have looked as if the teen was just being a pain in the ass, but from watching you could tell this teen looks as if he was in heaven. As the boy turns around singing at the top of his lungs, Shane feels somewhat embarrassed to see its Brendon Urie, he’s mostly surprised he remembers his name but you don’t really forget the weird kids. He doesn’t know whether he should freak out, or just acknowledge Brendon’s existence before he notices Shane first and makes a scene because right now it looks like he would. He doesn’t think the saleslady would appreciate Brendon making the store into a bigger mess, so he just decides that it would be better to say a quick hello before hightailing it out of there.
Shane feels really weird walking into the store it’s defiantly a place he hasn’t been into for the longest time. It almost feels like he’s ten again, but the store is way better and way brighter. Also the salespeople actually leave you alone, though right now that might be Brendon’s fault. Shane silently makes his way towards a huge pile of stuffed animals, not wanting to surprise Brendon and scare the shit out of him, and coughs hoping Brendon can actually hear it over the overly-poppy music. Though only after a few seconds Brendon’s head pops out from the pile, eyes wide and blinking as he tries to get used to the light again.
“Shane!”
He’s also kind of surprised Brendon actually remembers him. Brendon seems like the type of person to forget a lot of things, especially at eleven and Shane was actually normal when they met.
“Hey Brendon, what are you - um what are you doing exactly?”
“Hiding, while trying to find my glasses,” Brendon grins, shifting so some animals fall off him. “I think you should join me Shane,”
“In there? With you?” Shane asks slowly, like maybe Brendon is out of his mind.
“Yes, come hide and snuggle with the wonderful Disney creatures.”
“Like who? Bambi perhaps maybe some Simba’s mixed in there?”
“Along with some Flounder and his tail is pretty big,”
Shane can’t help but laugh, and he laughs so hard he has to land on his knees because his legs can’t hold him up anymore. While Brendon just grins wider and pushes some of the stuffed toys away, making room for Shane then wiggling his eyebrows in a very wrong manner for being in the Disney store. Shane though can’t refuse, even if it probably looks like he’s just as big as a weirdo as he’s climbing into a huge stuffed animal mountain. He knows he can’t get away with shit like this anymore after all he is twenty-three not seventeen, but right now he doesn’t care. With the way Brendon’s smiling at him, it kind of really makes up for that fact. That is until he sits down and hears glass shatter, and wow that kind of really hurts.
“Shane you found my glasses!”
~*~
The cherry red door seems normal enough when Shane gets to the doorway. It’s the same one from last time he could remember coming to the Urie home. He should know too, since he’s been standing on the porch for more than fifteen minutes, debating with himself if this was a good idea after all. After Shane broke Brendon’s glasses, he couldn’t help but feel like an asshole, even though it was an accident, so he offered to drive Brendon wherever he wanted for a week. It still felt weird knocking on the Urie household door, so he could pick Brendon up. He also has to deal with the fact everyone he’s talked to is calling this the first date, Shane refuses to call this a date, it is just friends getting together, yup just friends hanging out. Then why does Shane feel so fucking nervous?
“Shane, so glad you came!”
“I kinda of have to Brendon,” Shane mumbles, feeling even more awkward. “So um are you ready?”
“Duh, can’t you see I’m wearing my sexy clothes?”
Friends, friends, friends, that is all Brendon is, Shane’s friend just one of his good looking friends. Actually more like great looking friend especially in those low rise jeans that are really making his ass look great, wait what?
“Um, I like your new glasses,”
Shane declares himself an idiot, a huge idiot. Because really, let’s remind your friend of the new glasses he had to get because you broke his old ones, he really is a genius.
“Thanks, I think the red frames make me look adorable,” Brendon laughs, pouting just a bit.
“You always look adorable,”
Brendon’s cheeks turn a light pink, but he quickly covers it up with a cute little smile. Shane though starts to think about getting struck by lightning, they say if you think really hard you can make anything come true, so Shane adds an earthquake just incase.
“Aw Shane your blushing!”
“No, I am not Brendon. Let’s get our?” Shane pauses, looking for the right word, because it is not a date.
“Date?”
“Yes - I mean no! We are friends Brendon, friends,”
“For now,” Brendon smiles, in a sort of secretive way that makes Shane’s throat go dry. “Bye mom!”
Shane then starts to wonder what he just go himself into, as he watches Brendon run to his car screaming shotgun, even though he’s the only one here because there is no way Shane is letting Brendon drive his car. With one last glance back towards the Urie house, Shane starts to pray that for the rest of the day he doesn’t make himself look like an ever bigger idiot.
~*~
As soon as Shane had sat in the car, Brendon immediately gives out directions and with a British accent tells Shane to step on it, and wouldn’t let Shane protest because after all he owed Brendon for breaking his glasses. He wouldn’t even tell Shane where they were going but as they pulled up into a driveway, Brendon began to take deep, nervous, breaths.
“What is this for Brendon?”
“You’ll see,” Brendon answers, opening the door and getting out of the car.
Shane can tell that the younger boy seems more nervous than before, when he knocks on the white, wooden door, shifting his weight from foot to foot. Just as Shane is starting to get annoyed, a boy quickly answers the door with a bored expression on his face, before his eyes shift and land on Shane and his look changes into a more interested one.
“Took you long enough, Ryan is already throwing a bitch fit,”
Shane turns towards Brendon to ask who exactly Ryan and this kid are but is quickly pulled into the home, Brendon’s hand gripping tightly to his wrist. Shane feels uncomfortable as they walk down a hallway filled with family pictures, he feels like a stranger and he defiantly knows he doesn’t belong. Which is making him even more curios as to why Brendon made them come here, but as he’s walking downstairs and into a room filled with stuffed dead animals, oh and instruments that’s important, but Shane can’t help but forget about the instruments and stare at the stuffed dead animals placed all over the room.
“Just sit down on the couch Shane,”
Brendon sounds as if he’s trying to keep his nervous state hidden, watching Shane with wide eyes, as he takes a seat on the small battered couch just as two kids walk into the room. One immediately gets behind the drum kit, swirling slightly in his chair tapping a light beat on his legs. As the other kid, who reminds Shane of a stick-figure, studies Brendon before his eyes shift and land on Shane questioningly.
“Who are you?”
“Shane, I’m um Brendon’s friend,”
“So you’re not trying out then?”
“No,” Shane answers, looking over the kids shoulder locking eyes with Brendon. “I just drove him here,”
“Okay then,” the kids sighs, seeming to relax. “I’m Ryan by the way, that’s Spencer over by the drum kit, and you already met Brent,”
Shane waves his hand in greeting, as he watches Brendon begin to shake like a leaf when Ryan’s eyes strayed back to him. After a short whispered conversation between the two, Brendon moves over to pick up a guitar next to a microphone, standing in position with a pale face as if he’s going to upchuck right there. Shane frowns, watching as the younger boy tries to tune his guitar with trembling fingers.
“Hey Brendon,” Shane calls, making Brendon look up eyes wide. “You’ll be fine Flounder,”
Brendon grins wide, quickly flipping Shane off then starting a song which sounds something close to one of the songs that played on the radio on the way over, and as soon as he gets past a few notes Brendon completely turns into a different person. It looks as if a switch has been flipped inside Brendon’s soul, making him one with the music making everyone in the room disappear from his mind. It’s obvious that he’s throwing every inch of his soul out for his performance, making everyone in the room eating out of the palm of his hand. To Shane it’s obvious that this is what Brendon was made to do, he was meant to live and breathe music. Shane could say he feels the same way when he was his camera in his hands, feeling the cold metal in his hands just makes him feel complete and full. He can’t stand not having a camera close by, which would explain the one in his car.
Shane can’t seem to pull his eyes away from Brendon, he doesn’t hear the music Brendon’s playing, but he does hear his voice belt out and harmonize with the music sending chills down Shane’s spine. Though just as quickly as he begun, his voice automatically stops as Ryan flails his arms about, yelling for Brendon to stop and from the way Spencer and Brent jump, Shane thinks he doesn’t yell that loud often.
“What, did I do something wrong?” Brendon asks, slowly sounding terrified again.
“Sing, sing right now,” Ryan says, no demands his face reddening just a bit.
Brendon looks over to Shane, as if to see if he’s still planted down on the couch, and smiles relieved before starting to sing a song Shane is sure from Aladdin. When the last note ends, the room is silent which is not really helping Brendon’s nerves.
“Brendon you’re in, defiantly in,”
Brendon automatically turns his head and grins at Shane so wide, he’s positive it’s going to break the younger boys face in half. Shane smiles back just as wide and can’t help but feel proud of the boy standing in front of him. As the other boys flock around him, joking and talking most likely about music, Shane finally lets his smile fall ignoring the fluttering in his stomach every time Brendon glances and smiles his way. Shane can’t help but feel depressed as he reminds himself that they’re only friends.
~*~
Shane does not like to get up at all, hell he’ll even admit to kicking his mom a few times during elementary school, when he claimed he was the Sleep Ninja and had to protect sleep everywhere which meant he wasn’t allowed to get up. Sadly, his mom never fell for it, anyway there are more important matters at hand especially since it’s two in the morning and someone is knocking at Shane’s door. At the moment Shane can care less who it is and chooses to ignore the person but after a few more minutes of persistent knocking and the added ringing of his doorbell, Shane groans slowly sliding out of bed. Whoever they are better hope they are important or the Sleep Ninja is going to kill, Shane tell himself as his muscles ache with protest. Shane rubs his eyes as he blindly makes his way down the hallway, trying to find the speaker. As soon as his fingers land on cold metal he presses the reply button, ready to let out a long stream of curses but everything he was going to say seems to be erased completely from his mind, when the sound of sobs comes from the other side.
“Shane, please open up Shane. I need you,”
There is no way, no matter the time Shane can mistake that voice for someone else. Without a word he presses the buzzer letting the door unlock and quickly the sobs cut off. Now all he has to do is wait for the knock on his door, Shane doesn’t think he is even able to move until he hears a knock on his door. Just as he thinks that maybe he should wait in the doorway, loud, desperate, knocks are echoing throughout Shane’s apartment, and no later is Shane ripping the door open to take in the sight of his broken Brendon. Shane asks no questions as Brendon clings to him, wrapping his thin arms around Shane’s neck to hold his tired limbs up. As the younger boy presses his face into Shane’s chest, he finally realizes that Brendon is soaking wet, from the storm outside, and Shane has the sudden urge to yell at him. After all he could have gotten electrocuted and died, or he might even have pneumonia but he doesn’t understanding there will be another time to scold him.
Shane simply closes the door and drags slash leads Brendon into his bedroom to get him some dry clothes before he can catch a cold or something worse, like pneumonia. At first, Brendon weakly protests as Shane pushes him onto the bed with his still wet clothes, but the look Shane gives him cuts his whining off short and he sits quietly, watching Shane run around the room picking out clothes. When Shane turns around, clothes in his hands, he freezes because when did Brendon get naked? However, that’s okay actually its more than okay, but Shane isn’t going to let his lusting over Brendon get in control, he’s already had enough to deal with tonight, whatever “it” is. Though Shane can’t hide the embarrassed - men do not blush - tint on his cheeks as Brendon starts to get dressed in front of him, so to at least give the younger boy some privacy, he turns around trying to calm his racing heart.
“Thank you Shane,”
A broken Brendon has to be the saddest thing in the whole universe, Shane concludes as he turns around again. He can feel his heart breaking as he takes in Brendon, he almost seems five again with the way he’s rubbing his nose with the back of his arm sniffling, as his head is hung down refusing to still look at Shane, though he’s pretty sure Brendon is crying from the light sound of drops hitting his carpet, when feeling Shane’s eyes on his body, the younger boy looks up, with his red eyes and pale, tired, face.
“Come here Flounder,” Shane smiles softly, opening his arms wide as the younger boy falls into the hug. “What happened? Ryan had a bitch fit and kicked you out of the band?” Shane asks, cause yeah, Ryan has totally has done that before.
“No,” Brendon sniffles, breaking Shane’s heart even more. “I told my parents about the band,”
“Well what’s so bad about that Bren?”
“I told them this is what I wanted to do, no college,”
Oh, oh, this is bad, now Shane can see why Brendon is crying. Ever since they had found out about the band, they had disagreed Brendon joining it from the beginning and were only starting to warm up to the idea of this being a hobby, still not believing music wasn’t important enough for Brendon.
“What did they do?” Shane growls, anger suddenly shaking his body.
“They kicked me out Shane, they kicked me out. They said they didn’t want a son who was clearly a huge disappointment,”
In a matter of seconds, Brendon is sobbing again having broken down. The loud sobs shake his small frame violently, as he wraps his arms tighter around Shane mumbling mixed words into his ear. Shane quickly forgets about his anger and holds Brendon tighter to his body, letting his Brendon cry.
“Don’t worry Brendon I’ll take care of you, I promise,”
~*~
The smell of fresh coffee fills the small kitchen, making Shane automatically relax. It’s still early enough that Brendon hasn’t made his presence known and Shane wants to enjoy every second of the apartment being quiet. That’s what he tells himself even though he knows it’s a lie, Shane hates it when the apartment is to quiet. Even though it might be even hours before he wakes up, Shane still takes out two mugs, one being Brendon’s favorite which is covered with snowmen, which used to belong to Shane no matter how many times Brendon denies it, and his Little Mermaid mug that Brendon had got him in the Disney store two weeks ago. Shane would be lying if he said he hated it, it was actually cute especially since it was a Flounder mug.
Just as the buzzer on the coffee maker sounds off, the sound of Brendon’s bedroom door opening along with his shuffled footsteps slowly making his way into the bathroom fill the apartment. Shane sighs, filling Brendon’s cup with coffee and makes his way towards the kitchen table just sitting down as Brendon appears in the doorway. Shane glances up from his cup when Brendon doesn’t move towards the table and just stares, waiting for Brendon to say whatever he wants to say.
“Just spit it out already Brendon,” Shane sighs, after a few more minutes of silence.
“You’re going to hate me,”
“Brendon there is no way I could ever hate you,” Shane says, before drinking from his mug to try and hide the disappointed frown wanting to break on his face for Brendon to even have that idea in his head.
“Okay then, Shane I’m going to move out,”
Shane feels the coffee go down his throat the wrong way and it burns so fucking much, so it isn’t a surprise that a second later he’s coughing loudly, spitting out coffee all over the table. His tongue and lungs feel as if they are on fire, while he continues to cough. He can feel Brendon’s eyes locked on his body, but the younger boy stays planted in the doorway and for a wild second Shane thinks he actually might be stuck there, until he sees the snowmen covered mug leave the table.
“Are you done?” Brendon sighs, after taking a small sip.
“Well I’m sorry for being taken by surprise,” Shane replies, his voice horse.
“I said you were going to hate me, that usually means bad news is coming,”
Shane stares at Brendon not really knowing what to say to the younger boy, he feels somewhat hurt by Brendon’s sudden indifference, but he knows better now that its Brendon’s way to protect himself. However, Shane can’t help but feel depressed knowing that he won’t be able to change Brendon’s mind to stay, and he’ll have to pretend he’s fine with Brendon’s sudden choice.
“Yeah okay, I’ll help you pack,”
Shane ignores the quick flash of disappointment on Brendon’s face before it suddenly forms into a relieved smile.
~*~
Shane glances around the small meeting room, leg shaking up and down as he tries to calm his nerves before his possible new band (Bosses? Clients?) arrive. As sounds come from the hallway, the small disk sitting on the long table suddenly feels incomplete and not good enough to hand in. Just as Shane is quickly reaching behind him to get his laptop to put the small show Ian’s band played that he filmed, the door opens and a very tiny kid bounces in, a huge smile gracing his big pouty lips.
“Oh my god, Ryan it’s so big in here!”
The next kid that walks in, which Shane guesses is Ryan quickly sits across from him, scanning Shane with his honey eyes. A sense of familiarity suddenly comes over Shane, but as soon as it comes it quickly disappears as a couple of men in suits walk in followed by a huge guy with a strong gaze locked on the bouncing boy, who is still jumping around the room, oh and then Pete Wentz walks in. Shane’s gaze quickly lowers down to the table, as everyone takes a seat, minus the kid still insisting to explore the room until the guy with laser-beams for eyes makes him sit down.
“Okay let’s get to the important part first,” Pete - fucking - Wentz smiles, and Shane has to pinch himself under to table to see if he’s awake. “Shane Valdez, I’d like you to meet-”
“Holy shit, are you serious?! Shane, is that really you?!” the hyper kid yells, jumping up from his chair.
“How could you possibly know him Brendon?” Ryan asks, sounding bored but his gaze quickly snaps to Pete.
“He was my sister’s partner and he ate my deathly brownies!” Brendon exclaims, climbing on the table. “You remember right Shane?!”
“Brendon, sit down before I tie you down,” the huge guy, which Shane labels as their security guard, grunts grabbing Brendon’s ankle and pulling him back down into the chair.
Shane blinks, as he watches Brendon start to flail his arms around widely while yelling at Zack, and all of a sudden he finally sees the hyper kid standing in his old apartment doorway, shivering from the cold and being soaked from head to toe with the most heartbreaking expression on his face.
“Brendon Urie?”
Brendon’s head snaps, as his dark brown eyes lock on Shane’s green ones, while a smile spreads on his lips. Shane’s heart starts to speed up as Brendon lets out a relieved laugh, and he can’t believe how stupid he is too be able to forget Brendon, his fucking Brendon.
“Oh thank god, for a second there I was worried,”
“Nope, no need to worry,” Shane grins, and can’t help but love the smile Brendon gives back to him.
~*~
“This is where you live?”
“Yup, ever since I moved out of your crib,” Brendon grins, dropping his bags onto the floor and taking a deep breath. “It’s great to be home,”
“How does this even classify as a home?” Shane asks, as his eyes scan the small and dusty apartment.
“Hey, hey, you are not allowed to pick on my home. After all I didn’t pick on your cluttered mess,”
“That was not my fault. I was working on a film,”
“Sure, sure, whatever helps you sleep at night,”
“Speaking of sleeping, where is your bed Brendon?”
“What, oh I had to sell it before we went on tour. It doesn’t matter though I’ll jus sleep on the couch,”
“If you think that’s going to happen, than you’re an idiot Urie,” Shane says, as he picks up Brendon’s bags and walks out the door.
“Wait um, Shane where are you taking my bags? Brendon asks, running after Shane into the hallway.
“Your sleeping at my place Brendon, so whatever you need from your apartment you better grab now because I am not coming back,”
“Oh Shane, you’re my Disney prince,”
“Brendon I’m serious, if you’re not in the car in ten minutes I’m leaving without you,”
“Okay, okay, no need to get hostile,” Brendon grins, before turning on his heel and running back towards his apartment.
Shane grunts, shaking his head as he watches the younger boy run down the hallway, shaking his head so his long hair hides his now red cheeks.
~*~
“Shane, why don’t you go to bed? And don’t you dare say that this is your last video to edit because I’m not falling for that again,”
Shane looks up with blurry eyes, to stare at his now permanent roommate stand in the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest and trying to look as pissed as he can at three in the morning. Shane blinks before quickly turning back to the laptop screen, making Brendon huff annoyed.
“Why aren’t you in bed Flounder?” he grins, knowingly. Shane knows Brendon can’t say stay mad for long when Shane uses his pet name.
“Don’t start this now Shane,” Brendon whines, walking further into the room and stops when he’s standing right behind Shane. “It’s too early and I’m tired,”
“Well then go to bed,”
“I’m not going to bed without you,”
“Fine, but I’m warning you now I’m going to be up for a long time,”
Brendon huffs, as he grabs the other computer chair and pulls it close to Shane so that their knees are pressing tightly together. Shane knows for a fact that there is enough room for both computer chairs, but says nothing and keeps on working on the video and keeping his breath even. Brendon eyes stay locked on the screen, watching as Shane edits each clip until he feels it’s perfect enough to move onto the next one. He’s glad Brendon’s stuck on watching the screen instead of looking at him because now he doesn’t have to worry about his shaky hands. Only after doing about four clips, Brendon already starts tapping his fingers against the desk. Shane really can’t believe how quickly Brendon gets bored, and even though Shane loves it when Brendon gets jittery, he really can’t stand it this early in the morning.
“Brendon fucking stop it,” Shane grunts, still keeping his eyes glued to the screen.
“Stop, stop what Shane? All I’m doing is watching you work,”
“I swear to god Brendon,” Shane growls, when Brendon continues to tap his fingers only making sure the volume is louder.
“What, what are you going to do Shane? Glare at me then give up when I start to pout?”
Shane really can’t help but hate the way Brendon sounds to fucking smug, and he’s just so tired and angry that he’s just seconds away from punching the younger boy. So he really doesn’t know how one second he pulls away from the screen to glare at Brendon, then all of a sudden he’s grabbing the back of Brendon’s head and connecting their lips together. Shane’s freaking out so bad that he doesn’t even notice that Brendon kissed him back, until he’s in the safety of his own room with the door locked.
~*~
Shane makes sure to avoid Brendon as much as possible, its not that he’s angry at himself for letting his feelings get out of control, no he’s more embarrassed for actually kissing Brendon. He’s pretty sure that the younger boy hates him even though he keeps throwing Shane wounded looks every time their eyes meet. Its not like he wants to ignore the younger boy, but Shane knows that its better this way. Soon the awkward cloud that has suddenly moved into their apartment will disappear and everything will go back to normal, well that’s what Shane hopes will happen and soon.
Shane pretty lucky it’s not that hard to avoid Brendon at all, since Ryan always is insisting to work on a new album, which Shane guesses will really never see the light of day but he’s not complaining since it means Brendon is out of the apartment for basically the whole day. Even though Shane is doing extremely well on not having to face Brendon for more than a few minutes, he can’t help but wish he could man up already and apologize to the younger boy, Shane really does miss his goofy laugh, bright smile, and forcing him to sing random Disney songs together. So Shane is taken by surprise when he walks into the kitchen and sees Brendon sitting there with Shane’s his snowmen mug clutched tightly in his hands.
“Hey,”
Shane blinks, staring at the younger boy as if he’s going to explode in any second.
“There’s some coffee in the maker,”
Shane quickly mumbles a low thank you, and tries to make it past Brendon leaving as much space between them as he can. When he gets to the coffee maker, he’s surprised to see his mug is already sitting on the counter and glances back to Brendon, who still hasn’t moved a muscle. Shane sighs, turning back and grabs his mug and looks down and sees that there’s already a small puddle of cold coffee at the bottom, and Shane swears his heart breaks.
“Brendon,”
“Wow, are you really speaking to me now?”
“No, I mean yes,” Shane sighs, turning around to see Brendon already has turned in his chair and is facing Shane. “Look Bren, I don’t know what happened that night,”
“It’s obvious that you kissed me Shane,”
“Well yes I know that, but I shouldn’t have done that and I’m sorry,”
Brendon stays quite for what seems like hours to Shane, so he’s kind of pissed that the first thing Brendon does is laugh. Shane glares, as Brendon keeps on laughing, his face turns red and soon enough he’s on the floor rolling around as if he’s in pain.
“What the hell Brendon, I’m trying to apologize and you’re laughing,”
“I’m sorry Shane,” Brendon says, between giggles as he slowly starts to calm down. “It’s just I can’t believe you’re so stupid,”
“Oh so I’m stupid now?”
“Yes Shane, you really are,”
“Okay then, tell me Brendon. Why am I stupid?”
“Well did you ever consider I wanted you to kiss me?”
Shane blinks, eyes growing wide as he watches Brendon’s lips turn into a huge grin. He can tell that Brendon’s so amused at the moment and he really is just speechless. Its not like Brendon has ever not done that to Shane before, but right now Shane thinks he actually lost his ability to speak.
“I mean really Shane, how many signs do I have to throw to you for you to realize that I actually like you a lot? I would think taking you out on those dates would have done the trick, but nope. You really are dense,”
“You said those were roommate bonding times,” Shane spits out, stumbling over his words.
“Wow, you really are stupid,” Brendon sighs, and quickly stands up and in just second’s presses his chest against Shane’s.
“Brendon, um what are you doing?”
“Shane, just this once please be quiet again,”
Brendon doesn’t even give Shane enough time to argue before he’s pressing his lips against Shane’s standing up on his tippy-toes to wrap his arms around the older boy’s neck. Even though there is a little voice in the back of his head, screaming that this is a wrong idea, Shane pushes the nagging voice back and grabs Brendon’s curvy hips, bringing their bodies closer together. He can feel Brendon smile against his lips, and slowly moves his hands down Brendon’s hips until he’s grabbing the back of Brendon’s thighs. Shane squeezes tightly, making the younger boy moan and lift his leg until it’s wrapped around Shane’s hips, and not wanting to delay things Shane quickly lifts the other leg, holding Brendon up.
“What are we doing?” Shane asks breathless, leaning his head back as Brendon starts to press light kisses against it.
“Moving, we’re finally moving,”