Snuggle Wars [s/a]
Title: Snuggle Wars
Author: stayxwithxme394
Rating: PG
Pairing: William Beckett/Tom Conrad and a bit of one-sided Ryan Ross/Tom Conrad
Disclaimer: Not true.
Author Notes: Happy belated Birthday, Smudge (: Oh and... om nom nom nom
It wasn’t exactly a secret that Ryan Ross had an enormous, bordering on slightly inappropriate, crush on one Thomas Conrad. However, what was a little less well known was the fact that Tom was in a relationship with William Beckett, also known amongst the members of the Truck Stops and State Lines Tour as Hips.
(The crew had attempted to give Spencer the name Hips II. That… hadn’t worked out so well. It was on that fateful day at the beginning of the tour that the Bitch Face became infamous.)
(The crew still won’t talk about it.)
Ryan always found ways to be around Tom. He probably spent more time on The Academy’s bus than he did his own, a fact which Brendon took great glee in complaining about extremely loudly at any given opportunity. This was one of those days…
.
“Oh my god. Ryan. Ryan, RyanRoss.” Tom giggled, gasping for breath between each word. They were watching The Nightmare Before Christmas and he may have been a little bit high. “You, RyanRoss, look like. Like, like…” he trailed off, staring into space, the sentence suddenly forgotten.
Ryan waved his hand in front of his face, trying to bring his eyes back into focus. “Umm… Tom? Tom are you… are you okay? Umm…” Yeah, okay, Ryan’s awkward. Big surprise.
“Dude what? Whoa. Your hands are like…” Tom snapped back into focus, grabbing Ryan’s hand and playing with his long, skinny fingers. “Dude. You’re real life Jack Skellington, man. All like. Skinny and bony and shit. But like. You have eyes and stuff…” He kept playing with Ryan’s fingers with one hand, pressing down around the knuckles, trying to feel the bones underneath his skin. The other hand reached up to make sure that Ryan did, in fact, have eyes. They stayed locked like that for a while, Tom wondrously trailing his hand over Ryan’s face, following its path with wide eyes, and their hands linked. Ryan didn’t dare move. He was hopinghopinghoping that Tom would move just three inches or so forward…
.
Meanwhile, William had just woken up from his afternoon nap. He went about his usual post-nap business; taking a shower (and maybe jerking off. But the guys didn’t need to know about that), brushing his teeth and towel drying his hair. He was looking forward to his daily post-nap make out session with his wonderful, gorgeous boyfriend; he just had to find where Tom had gone…
.
William froze in the doorway between the bunks and the front lounge when he saw Tom and Ryan sat facing each other having, what he could only hope, was a staring contest.
He cleared his throat loudly, dropping the towel by his feet.
Tom snapped his head up at the noise, looking at William with those big, blue eyes William had fallen in love with nearly a four months before. Ryan twitched and slowly turned to look at William. He was trying not to glare and keep his expression neutral but he’s not sure whether his face pulled it off or not.
William raised his eyebrow and narrowed his eyes slightly at Ryan and Ryan was reminded why he always thought of William as a cat. William’s features were small and sharp, very pointedly sending Ryan the message to get away from his guitarist. Ryan stayed where he was, gripping Tom’s hand tighter in defiance. William rearranged his features into one of indifference, realising that the more obvious he made his distaste for Ryan being so close to his boyfriend, the closer Ryan would move.
He stepped over the mess on the floor of the lounge and sat down on the couch on the other side of Tom with such fluidity that Ryan twitched again, this time in jealousy. Ryan probably would’ve tripped and landed facedown on the hard floor after one step if he’d tried that. Tom’s eyes never left William (mainly, Ryan noticed with disgust, his hips).
“So. What’re we watching?” William drawled, crossing his legs and subtly shifting towards Tom who sat, quietly staring at William’s legs. “Tommy? Are you okay?” he asked, trying to keep the smugness he felt out of his voice. He knew Tom had a thing for his legs and he was damn sure going to use it to his advantage.
“Bilvy Beckett,” Tom said in surprise as if he had only just realised that William was sitting next to him. Maybe he was a little more out of it than he thought. “Hi there, Bilvy Beckett!” He tried to get his hand out from Ryan’s grip so that he could wave, but Ryan merely held on tighter, causing Tom to turn to look at him. “Ryan, RyanRoss. Say hi to Bilvy Beckett!” Ryan really wasn’t planning on acknowledging William, but when Tom turned to him, his face so happy and excited… Well, Ryan wouldn’t be able to deny Tom anything on a normal day.
“Hi, William,” he finally said, hoping it didn’t sound as sulky to the others as it did to him. Going by William’s snort, it probably did. Damn his teenage hormones.
“Ryan and I were watching The Nightmare Before Christmas, Bilvy! Are you going to watch it with us? Oh please stay and watch it! Pretty, pretty please? With a cherry on top?” Tom pleaded, even though William would’ve said yes just because he’d asked. “I’ll give you snuggles, Bilvy Beckett! Snuggles. C’mon, you have to stay!”
“Well, if there are snuggles involved…” Tom whooped, trying to jump off the couch to do a little jig, but Ryan clutching his hand made him fall back into the seat. He finally peeled Ryan’s hand from his (with a little bit of difficulty. He wasn’t exactly co-ordinated when high and Ryan was really putting up a fight) and flung both arms around William, dragging him across the small amount of space left between them until they were pressed together from hip to knee. He kept his arms around William’s waist, tucking his face into the curve where William’s neck joined his shoulder, and inhaling deeply. William reached the hand that isn’t trapped between them up to pet Tom’s hair, knowing that Tom loved to be petted, especially when high. Tom sighed into William’s skin at the same time as Ryan huffed, crossing his arms and sinking down in his seat.
“Tommy? Don’t you want to watch the movie?” William asked after Tom hadn’t moved for five minutes.
“Eh?” Tom pulled his head up, keeping his nose in contact with William’s skin and nuzzling into William’s cheek. Ryan made a gagging noise.
“Don’t you want to watch the movie?” William repeated in a whisper, turning his head so that their noses brushed and they both went cross-eyed from trying to focus on someone so close. A dopey smile spread across Tom’s features and just as William’s fingers touched Tom’s lips, beginning to trace his smile, the bus door banged open and Jon Walker stumbled up the stairs. He stopped at the top of the stairs wearing only one flip-flop.
(This lack of flip-flop did not, however, take away any of Jon’s awesomeness. It was one of the more philosophical debates among the tour members; whether Jon’s Awesome was directly linked to his flip-flops. After three solid days, it was decided that, no, they were not. They did add to the Awesome but they did not have the power to take away from the Awesome.)
“Ryan Ross! You are being beckoned by the almighty Spencer James Smith the Fifth!” Jon proclaimed, not paying attention to Tom and William who were now pressed cheek to cheek, staring at him. When Ryan made no move to get up or stop sulking, Jon stomped over authoritatively (well… as authoritatively as Jon Walker could. Which isn’t much seeing as his ‘stomping’ is more of a stroll) and grabbed Ryan by the wrist, yanking him off the couch with a grunt of effort.
(Even though Ryan looked like he was only 2-D, he was heavy. Too many bones, Jon mused on his fag break after a show one day. Spencer was inclined to agree.)
Ryan elbowed him in the neck.
“What the fuck, Ross? That was wholly unnecessary! Get off your sulking teenage ass and go find your best friend!” Jon huffed and rubbed his sore neck while glaring down at Ryan who had flopped back down into the seat when Jon let go of his arm.
Tom and William were still watching, Tom’s head snapping between the two boys as if he was watching a tennis match.
“I’m not going anywhere. You’re just making it up. I’d know if Spencer needed me.” Ryan pouted and Tom almost started cooing. Ryan was so cute. Like a little, sad puppy. He was just about to reach his hand out and ruffle Ryan’s hair (which he would know is a monumentally bad idea if he was sober) when William grabbed it back.
“Ryan! Where the fuck are you? Ryan!” Spencer’s voice could be heard through the closed door of the bus. Ryan’s eyes widened.
“Shit, you were telling the truth!” Jon nodded emphatically, gesturing to the door when Ryan didn’t move.
“Seriously, kid. Get the fuck up! He’s been looking for you for five minutes!” Everybody in the front lounge hissed.
“Spencer’s going to be pissed!” Tom said excitedly. Ryan automatically shot Tom a glare, grumbling as he heaved himself off the couch and shuffled towards the door. Before he opened the door, he took a big breath.
“Good luck, RyanRoss!” Tom yelled as he stepped out into the parking lot of the venue, Jon right behind him. “Jon’s magical flip-flop will save you!”
Once the door had closed, there was a moment of silence and stillness, and then William pushed Tom back onto the couch and sat himself down on his thighs.
“Hi there, Tommy.” William smiled seductively. “You know, I never got my post-nap make-out session with my gorgeous boyfriend…”
“Well, I’m pretty sure I can fix that, Mr Beckett.” Tom smiled back and leaned up to press a gentle kiss to William’s lips. William leaned forward, pressing Tom to the back of the couch, his hair falling down on either side of their faces. Tom moved his hands from where they were laying limply at his sides, one going to the strip of skin between William’s jeans and t-shirt and the other tucking William’s hair behind his ear, ending up resting softly on his neck.
“Mmm. Bilvy Beckett, you give the best kisses,” Tom said softly as their lips parted. He leaned up to peck William’s lips quickly, settling back against the cushions of the couch. He stared at William, taking in his gorgeous features one by one, finally focussing on his hazel eyes. “You also totally win at snuggle wars,” he added with a quirk of his lips. William smirked back, his ‘I know’ lost between Tom’s lips as Tom kissed him again.
Author: stayxwithxme394
Rating: PG
Pairing: William Beckett/Tom Conrad and a bit of one-sided Ryan Ross/Tom Conrad
Disclaimer: Not true.
Author Notes: Happy belated Birthday, Smudge (: Oh and... om nom nom nom
It wasn’t exactly a secret that Ryan Ross had an enormous, bordering on slightly inappropriate, crush on one Thomas Conrad. However, what was a little less well known was the fact that Tom was in a relationship with William Beckett, also known amongst the members of the Truck Stops and State Lines Tour as Hips.
(The crew had attempted to give Spencer the name Hips II. That… hadn’t worked out so well. It was on that fateful day at the beginning of the tour that the Bitch Face became infamous.)
(The crew still won’t talk about it.)
Ryan always found ways to be around Tom. He probably spent more time on The Academy’s bus than he did his own, a fact which Brendon took great glee in complaining about extremely loudly at any given opportunity. This was one of those days…
.
“Oh my god. Ryan. Ryan, RyanRoss.” Tom giggled, gasping for breath between each word. They were watching The Nightmare Before Christmas and he may have been a little bit high. “You, RyanRoss, look like. Like, like…” he trailed off, staring into space, the sentence suddenly forgotten.
Ryan waved his hand in front of his face, trying to bring his eyes back into focus. “Umm… Tom? Tom are you… are you okay? Umm…” Yeah, okay, Ryan’s awkward. Big surprise.
“Dude what? Whoa. Your hands are like…” Tom snapped back into focus, grabbing Ryan’s hand and playing with his long, skinny fingers. “Dude. You’re real life Jack Skellington, man. All like. Skinny and bony and shit. But like. You have eyes and stuff…” He kept playing with Ryan’s fingers with one hand, pressing down around the knuckles, trying to feel the bones underneath his skin. The other hand reached up to make sure that Ryan did, in fact, have eyes. They stayed locked like that for a while, Tom wondrously trailing his hand over Ryan’s face, following its path with wide eyes, and their hands linked. Ryan didn’t dare move. He was hopinghopinghoping that Tom would move just three inches or so forward…
.
Meanwhile, William had just woken up from his afternoon nap. He went about his usual post-nap business; taking a shower (and maybe jerking off. But the guys didn’t need to know about that), brushing his teeth and towel drying his hair. He was looking forward to his daily post-nap make out session with his wonderful, gorgeous boyfriend; he just had to find where Tom had gone…
.
William froze in the doorway between the bunks and the front lounge when he saw Tom and Ryan sat facing each other having, what he could only hope, was a staring contest.
He cleared his throat loudly, dropping the towel by his feet.
Tom snapped his head up at the noise, looking at William with those big, blue eyes William had fallen in love with nearly a four months before. Ryan twitched and slowly turned to look at William. He was trying not to glare and keep his expression neutral but he’s not sure whether his face pulled it off or not.
William raised his eyebrow and narrowed his eyes slightly at Ryan and Ryan was reminded why he always thought of William as a cat. William’s features were small and sharp, very pointedly sending Ryan the message to get away from his guitarist. Ryan stayed where he was, gripping Tom’s hand tighter in defiance. William rearranged his features into one of indifference, realising that the more obvious he made his distaste for Ryan being so close to his boyfriend, the closer Ryan would move.
He stepped over the mess on the floor of the lounge and sat down on the couch on the other side of Tom with such fluidity that Ryan twitched again, this time in jealousy. Ryan probably would’ve tripped and landed facedown on the hard floor after one step if he’d tried that. Tom’s eyes never left William (mainly, Ryan noticed with disgust, his hips).
“So. What’re we watching?” William drawled, crossing his legs and subtly shifting towards Tom who sat, quietly staring at William’s legs. “Tommy? Are you okay?” he asked, trying to keep the smugness he felt out of his voice. He knew Tom had a thing for his legs and he was damn sure going to use it to his advantage.
“Bilvy Beckett,” Tom said in surprise as if he had only just realised that William was sitting next to him. Maybe he was a little more out of it than he thought. “Hi there, Bilvy Beckett!” He tried to get his hand out from Ryan’s grip so that he could wave, but Ryan merely held on tighter, causing Tom to turn to look at him. “Ryan, RyanRoss. Say hi to Bilvy Beckett!” Ryan really wasn’t planning on acknowledging William, but when Tom turned to him, his face so happy and excited… Well, Ryan wouldn’t be able to deny Tom anything on a normal day.
“Hi, William,” he finally said, hoping it didn’t sound as sulky to the others as it did to him. Going by William’s snort, it probably did. Damn his teenage hormones.
“Ryan and I were watching The Nightmare Before Christmas, Bilvy! Are you going to watch it with us? Oh please stay and watch it! Pretty, pretty please? With a cherry on top?” Tom pleaded, even though William would’ve said yes just because he’d asked. “I’ll give you snuggles, Bilvy Beckett! Snuggles. C’mon, you have to stay!”
“Well, if there are snuggles involved…” Tom whooped, trying to jump off the couch to do a little jig, but Ryan clutching his hand made him fall back into the seat. He finally peeled Ryan’s hand from his (with a little bit of difficulty. He wasn’t exactly co-ordinated when high and Ryan was really putting up a fight) and flung both arms around William, dragging him across the small amount of space left between them until they were pressed together from hip to knee. He kept his arms around William’s waist, tucking his face into the curve where William’s neck joined his shoulder, and inhaling deeply. William reached the hand that isn’t trapped between them up to pet Tom’s hair, knowing that Tom loved to be petted, especially when high. Tom sighed into William’s skin at the same time as Ryan huffed, crossing his arms and sinking down in his seat.
“Tommy? Don’t you want to watch the movie?” William asked after Tom hadn’t moved for five minutes.
“Eh?” Tom pulled his head up, keeping his nose in contact with William’s skin and nuzzling into William’s cheek. Ryan made a gagging noise.
“Don’t you want to watch the movie?” William repeated in a whisper, turning his head so that their noses brushed and they both went cross-eyed from trying to focus on someone so close. A dopey smile spread across Tom’s features and just as William’s fingers touched Tom’s lips, beginning to trace his smile, the bus door banged open and Jon Walker stumbled up the stairs. He stopped at the top of the stairs wearing only one flip-flop.
(This lack of flip-flop did not, however, take away any of Jon’s awesomeness. It was one of the more philosophical debates among the tour members; whether Jon’s Awesome was directly linked to his flip-flops. After three solid days, it was decided that, no, they were not. They did add to the Awesome but they did not have the power to take away from the Awesome.)
“Ryan Ross! You are being beckoned by the almighty Spencer James Smith the Fifth!” Jon proclaimed, not paying attention to Tom and William who were now pressed cheek to cheek, staring at him. When Ryan made no move to get up or stop sulking, Jon stomped over authoritatively (well… as authoritatively as Jon Walker could. Which isn’t much seeing as his ‘stomping’ is more of a stroll) and grabbed Ryan by the wrist, yanking him off the couch with a grunt of effort.
(Even though Ryan looked like he was only 2-D, he was heavy. Too many bones, Jon mused on his fag break after a show one day. Spencer was inclined to agree.)
Ryan elbowed him in the neck.
“What the fuck, Ross? That was wholly unnecessary! Get off your sulking teenage ass and go find your best friend!” Jon huffed and rubbed his sore neck while glaring down at Ryan who had flopped back down into the seat when Jon let go of his arm.
Tom and William were still watching, Tom’s head snapping between the two boys as if he was watching a tennis match.
“I’m not going anywhere. You’re just making it up. I’d know if Spencer needed me.” Ryan pouted and Tom almost started cooing. Ryan was so cute. Like a little, sad puppy. He was just about to reach his hand out and ruffle Ryan’s hair (which he would know is a monumentally bad idea if he was sober) when William grabbed it back.
“Ryan! Where the fuck are you? Ryan!” Spencer’s voice could be heard through the closed door of the bus. Ryan’s eyes widened.
“Shit, you were telling the truth!” Jon nodded emphatically, gesturing to the door when Ryan didn’t move.
“Seriously, kid. Get the fuck up! He’s been looking for you for five minutes!” Everybody in the front lounge hissed.
“Spencer’s going to be pissed!” Tom said excitedly. Ryan automatically shot Tom a glare, grumbling as he heaved himself off the couch and shuffled towards the door. Before he opened the door, he took a big breath.
“Good luck, RyanRoss!” Tom yelled as he stepped out into the parking lot of the venue, Jon right behind him. “Jon’s magical flip-flop will save you!”
Once the door had closed, there was a moment of silence and stillness, and then William pushed Tom back onto the couch and sat himself down on his thighs.
“Hi there, Tommy.” William smiled seductively. “You know, I never got my post-nap make-out session with my gorgeous boyfriend…”
“Well, I’m pretty sure I can fix that, Mr Beckett.” Tom smiled back and leaned up to press a gentle kiss to William’s lips. William leaned forward, pressing Tom to the back of the couch, his hair falling down on either side of their faces. Tom moved his hands from where they were laying limply at his sides, one going to the strip of skin between William’s jeans and t-shirt and the other tucking William’s hair behind his ear, ending up resting softly on his neck.
“Mmm. Bilvy Beckett, you give the best kisses,” Tom said softly as their lips parted. He leaned up to peck William’s lips quickly, settling back against the cushions of the couch. He stared at William, taking in his gorgeous features one by one, finally focussing on his hazel eyes. “You also totally win at snuggle wars,” he added with a quirk of his lips. William smirked back, his ‘I know’ lost between Tom’s lips as Tom kissed him again.