Fic: And My Heart Does a Quicktime March (Bandom, Brendon/Gabe, FRT)
Title: And My Heart Does a Quicktime March
Author: allyndra
Fandom: Panic! at the Disco/Cobra Starship
Pairing: Brendon/Gabe
Rating: FRT
Length: 1,130 words
Disclaimer: Big, big, fake, fake lies.
Summary: A series of firsts.
Notes: Written for hull1984 for a drabble prompt. (Can we talk about how I fail at drabbles?)
The first time Gabe met Brendon, he smiled down at him delightedly and said, “So this is the little singer?”
Brendon scowled, and Gabe wanted to pinch his cheeks. He was far too nervous and awkward and adorable to look threatening. “I’m not little,” Brendon insisted.
Gabe’s lips twitched, but instead of laughing, he reached down and palmed Brendon’s cock. “You’re right,” he said, nodding seriously. “I apologize, man.” And then he turned away to see what Travie was yelling about on the other side of the room.
When he glanced back over his shoulder fifteen minutes later, Brendon was still staring at him. His eyes were wide and his cheeks were flushed, and Gabe would think it was all moral outrage and indignation if it weren’t for the way Brendon kept slipping his hand into his pocket, stealthily adjusting himself. Gabe caught his eye and didn’t look away until Pete slammed into him from behind.
***
The first time Gabe toured with them, Brendon couldn’t stop watching him. He was loud and brash and confident, but Brendon saw him with his band and his friends, and Gabe was also almost painfully loyal. Brendon wanted that for himself, the loudness and the loyalty, and he didn’t know how to get it.
Brendon was ducked around the corner from the back entrance to the Glendale venue, not hiding. He was clearly not hiding, because the last time he did that, Zack promised to put a leash on him if it happened again. He was just keeping out of the way, really. It was a service to the roadies and tech crew.
He was staring up at the sky, soaking it in like it would help settle him after the adrenaline of the show, when Gabe walked up beside him. With Brendon’s head tipped back, he was looking mostly at the underside of Gabe’s jaw and up his nose. His hair was still damp from the shower, and it looked glossy and sleek where the lights hit it. He was wearing an ancient t-shirt for a band too cool for Brendon to have heard of them and a pair of tight jeans, ripped at the knees.
“Aren’t you cold?” Brendon asked, more to have something to say than because he was worried.
Gabe made a pssshhht noise and flapped a hand. “You desert boys have thin skin,” he said. He stretched his arms wide, like he could grab the night air and hold it close. “It was like 70 degrees today. It’s like we stepped through a timeloop, and we’re not in December anymore. No snow, no sleet. Look!” He opened his mouth and huffed out a huge gust of air. “Can’t even see my breath.”
Brendon laughed. “I get it. Arizona is practically a tropical wonderland.” He closed his eyes and tried to appreciate the cool, clear night as something special. He didn’t get it, not really. Growing up in Vegas had apparently made him as blasé about warm weather as he was about all-you-can-eat buffets.
When he opened his eyes, Gabe was watching him thoughtfully. Brendon tried to smile at him, tried to think of something to say to break the unexpected, quiet moment, but he was blank. Deep down, he didn’t want to break it, didn’t want Gabe to remember that they were mere steps away from an entire tour full of more interesting people than Brendon.
Gabe reached out a hand and curled it under Brendon’s chin. Brendon waited for Gabe to tell him that he’d missed some of his makeup when he’d washed his face, but Gabe just looked at him for another moment and then bent close.
"Feel free to punch me for this," he said lightly. Brendon lifted up on his toes to meet him, and he felt Gabe smile against his mouth and mumble, “Or not.” And then, thank God, Gabe stopped being a smart ass and really kissed him.
Because Gabe was Gabe, Brendon had seen him kissing guys before. Usually in front of a camera or for a dare, but still. He’d thought he knew how Gabe kissed. This was different, though; not sharp and showboating at all. It was deep and slow and kind of mind-blowing. Gabe’s hands caught him at the small of his back and tugged him closer, and Brendon wrapped his arms around Gabe’s neck and let himself go. The tiny part of Brendon’s brain not occupied with the way Gabe felt and tasted and sounded was doing a little jig of celebration at having been right. This was so worth the months of pathetic crushing.
Somewhere, Zack yelled, “Urie? If you’re hiding again, I’m going to turn the preteen girls loose on you with no protection,” and Gabe let go.
“Dude,” he said. “Your mom sounds pissed.” He was smirking, and it would have looked like any other day, any other smile if it weren’t for the way his lips looked red and slick.
Brendon grinned. “Yeah. I better go before she grounds me.” He bopped up on his tiptoes to press a kiss to Gabe’s jaw. “See you later.”
“Oh, you will,” Gabe promised. He waggled his eyebrows, and Brendon laughed as he hurried toward his bus.
***
The first time Gabe and Brendon had sex, Brendon looked down and said, “Holy fuck, you weren’t exaggerating.”
Gabe shrugged against the bedspread. “Some of us have been blessed with no need to lie,” he said. And then he tugged at Brendon’s jeans, because really, they were on a timecrunch, here. He’d bribed Vicky-T to keep Ryland out of their room, but even her devious plans could only work for so long. “Brendon,” he sing-songed. “I showed you mine.”
Brendon giggled and flushed a hot red from his chest to his hairline. For a second, Gabe was hit in the gut with how young he was, but then Brendon bit his lip and wriggled out of his jeans, and yeah. An ass like that knew no age boundaries.
Brendon climbed onto the mattress and slid along Gabe’s body, all bare warm skin and hot breath. It was really fucking awesome. Sometimes Gabe really loved the height difference between them, the way he could press Brendon up against a wall or pull him onto his lap, but this was even better. Being able to cup his hands around Brendon’s hips without bending in half was amazing.
“Come on little Urie,” Gabe said teasingly. “Show me what you’ve got.”
Brendon nipped at Gabe’s ear. “I thought you said I wasn’t little.”
Gabe chuckled, loving the way it felt, rumbling between their bodies. “Maybe you need to remind me,” he said, rolling his hips.
Brendon smiled and kissed him, hard and slick and not nervous at all. “I can do that.”
Author: allyndra
Fandom: Panic! at the Disco/Cobra Starship
Pairing: Brendon/Gabe
Rating: FRT
Length: 1,130 words
Disclaimer: Big, big, fake, fake lies.
Summary: A series of firsts.
Notes: Written for hull1984 for a drabble prompt. (Can we talk about how I fail at drabbles?)
The first time Gabe met Brendon, he smiled down at him delightedly and said, “So this is the little singer?”
Brendon scowled, and Gabe wanted to pinch his cheeks. He was far too nervous and awkward and adorable to look threatening. “I’m not little,” Brendon insisted.
Gabe’s lips twitched, but instead of laughing, he reached down and palmed Brendon’s cock. “You’re right,” he said, nodding seriously. “I apologize, man.” And then he turned away to see what Travie was yelling about on the other side of the room.
When he glanced back over his shoulder fifteen minutes later, Brendon was still staring at him. His eyes were wide and his cheeks were flushed, and Gabe would think it was all moral outrage and indignation if it weren’t for the way Brendon kept slipping his hand into his pocket, stealthily adjusting himself. Gabe caught his eye and didn’t look away until Pete slammed into him from behind.
***
The first time Gabe toured with them, Brendon couldn’t stop watching him. He was loud and brash and confident, but Brendon saw him with his band and his friends, and Gabe was also almost painfully loyal. Brendon wanted that for himself, the loudness and the loyalty, and he didn’t know how to get it.
Brendon was ducked around the corner from the back entrance to the Glendale venue, not hiding. He was clearly not hiding, because the last time he did that, Zack promised to put a leash on him if it happened again. He was just keeping out of the way, really. It was a service to the roadies and tech crew.
He was staring up at the sky, soaking it in like it would help settle him after the adrenaline of the show, when Gabe walked up beside him. With Brendon’s head tipped back, he was looking mostly at the underside of Gabe’s jaw and up his nose. His hair was still damp from the shower, and it looked glossy and sleek where the lights hit it. He was wearing an ancient t-shirt for a band too cool for Brendon to have heard of them and a pair of tight jeans, ripped at the knees.
“Aren’t you cold?” Brendon asked, more to have something to say than because he was worried.
Gabe made a pssshhht noise and flapped a hand. “You desert boys have thin skin,” he said. He stretched his arms wide, like he could grab the night air and hold it close. “It was like 70 degrees today. It’s like we stepped through a timeloop, and we’re not in December anymore. No snow, no sleet. Look!” He opened his mouth and huffed out a huge gust of air. “Can’t even see my breath.”
Brendon laughed. “I get it. Arizona is practically a tropical wonderland.” He closed his eyes and tried to appreciate the cool, clear night as something special. He didn’t get it, not really. Growing up in Vegas had apparently made him as blasé about warm weather as he was about all-you-can-eat buffets.
When he opened his eyes, Gabe was watching him thoughtfully. Brendon tried to smile at him, tried to think of something to say to break the unexpected, quiet moment, but he was blank. Deep down, he didn’t want to break it, didn’t want Gabe to remember that they were mere steps away from an entire tour full of more interesting people than Brendon.
Gabe reached out a hand and curled it under Brendon’s chin. Brendon waited for Gabe to tell him that he’d missed some of his makeup when he’d washed his face, but Gabe just looked at him for another moment and then bent close.
"Feel free to punch me for this," he said lightly. Brendon lifted up on his toes to meet him, and he felt Gabe smile against his mouth and mumble, “Or not.” And then, thank God, Gabe stopped being a smart ass and really kissed him.
Because Gabe was Gabe, Brendon had seen him kissing guys before. Usually in front of a camera or for a dare, but still. He’d thought he knew how Gabe kissed. This was different, though; not sharp and showboating at all. It was deep and slow and kind of mind-blowing. Gabe’s hands caught him at the small of his back and tugged him closer, and Brendon wrapped his arms around Gabe’s neck and let himself go. The tiny part of Brendon’s brain not occupied with the way Gabe felt and tasted and sounded was doing a little jig of celebration at having been right. This was so worth the months of pathetic crushing.
Somewhere, Zack yelled, “Urie? If you’re hiding again, I’m going to turn the preteen girls loose on you with no protection,” and Gabe let go.
“Dude,” he said. “Your mom sounds pissed.” He was smirking, and it would have looked like any other day, any other smile if it weren’t for the way his lips looked red and slick.
Brendon grinned. “Yeah. I better go before she grounds me.” He bopped up on his tiptoes to press a kiss to Gabe’s jaw. “See you later.”
“Oh, you will,” Gabe promised. He waggled his eyebrows, and Brendon laughed as he hurried toward his bus.
***
The first time Gabe and Brendon had sex, Brendon looked down and said, “Holy fuck, you weren’t exaggerating.”
Gabe shrugged against the bedspread. “Some of us have been blessed with no need to lie,” he said. And then he tugged at Brendon’s jeans, because really, they were on a timecrunch, here. He’d bribed Vicky-T to keep Ryland out of their room, but even her devious plans could only work for so long. “Brendon,” he sing-songed. “I showed you mine.”
Brendon giggled and flushed a hot red from his chest to his hairline. For a second, Gabe was hit in the gut with how young he was, but then Brendon bit his lip and wriggled out of his jeans, and yeah. An ass like that knew no age boundaries.
Brendon climbed onto the mattress and slid along Gabe’s body, all bare warm skin and hot breath. It was really fucking awesome. Sometimes Gabe really loved the height difference between them, the way he could press Brendon up against a wall or pull him onto his lap, but this was even better. Being able to cup his hands around Brendon’s hips without bending in half was amazing.
“Come on little Urie,” Gabe said teasingly. “Show me what you’ve got.”
Brendon nipped at Gabe’s ear. “I thought you said I wasn’t little.”
Gabe chuckled, loving the way it felt, rumbling between their bodies. “Maybe you need to remind me,” he said, rolling his hips.
Brendon smiled and kissed him, hard and slick and not nervous at all. “I can do that.”