Bandslash: Brendon/Jon
Title: A Better Kiss
Fandom: Bandslash
Pairing: Brendon/Jon
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,951
Summary: It was like fate or something.
Notes: This one's for bluestargirl6 who is made of awesome. So is chopsticknoodle who did the beta.
It wasn't even Brendon's fault. Jon was just so adorable he couldn't help it. It was like fate or something.
Jon was just sipping his coffee, flipping through the morning paper in his pajama bottoms, yet it was the most adorable thing Brendon had ever seen. He didn't even question it, just flattened him palms against the table top and leaned forward, crushing their lips together.
Jon Walker tasted like coffee and sugar and everything wonderful about the world.
And then it was over, Jon pulling back and laughing up at him. Brendon tried to shrug it off, but Jon shook his head and laughed louder.
The second kiss was sweeter than the first.
--
Their third kiss was a mistake.
Brendon got cocky, just reached out and grabbed Jon with both hands, crushing their mouths together in the middle of the living room. Only Jon didn’t kiss back, just tensed up and backed away.
“Awkward,” Ryan commented from his seat on the couch, and Brendon kinda hated him.
“This is a bad idea,” Jon told him. But he was frowning and doing other things that Jon Walker usually didn’t do. Brendon pouted at him, not quite sure what else to do.
“I want to,” he said softly. He could hear Ryan chuckling from across the room, but ignored him in favor of watching Jon’s eyes.
“Me too,” Jon said. He sighed and leaned forward, pressing his lips gently against Brendon’s, more of a peck than an actual kiss. “Which is why we shouldn’t.”
And when Brendon watched him walk away, he realized that he was determined to change his mind.
--
Brendon starts out small. He picks up a pack of neon colored Post-it’s the next time he’s in town and throws in a pack of gel pens for good measure. Because, hey, shiny things are fun. Even Jon has to appreciate that.
He scatters them around the cabin, sticking one every place he thinks Jon would look. There’s a yellow note on the bathroom mirror that says Jon Walker is sexy in the morning. Leave the stubble. And when Jon comes down to breakfast unshaven and smirking, Brendon congratulates himself.
“You have something to do with this?” Jon asks him when he walks out on the porch. Jon’s pointing towards the lounge chair and the purple sticky note that says Lose the shirt and gain a tan. You’re pretty to look at. Brendon does his best to deny it, but Jon just laughs and spreads out on the chair. He tugs his t-shirt over his head, and Brendon spends a good five minutes watching him sunbathe.
The note on the milk says Go on and do it, Jon Walker. We all know you do. Brendon finds him standing by the fridge, the door resting against his ass, chugging out of the milk carton hours later. Jon laughs when he spots Brendon, shrugging as he continues to drink. Brendon notices that Jon has a collection of Post-its in his pocket.
Sometime around four, Jon corners him in the bathroom and waves a handful of notes at him. “This isn’t going to work, you know,” he says, frowning. Brendon chews on his lowers lip and avoids Jon’s eyes for a moment.
“I’m good at wearing people down,” Brendon tells him honestly. Then he holds out the last Post-it, a hot pink one with green sparkly writing that has I’m serious about this, even if my methods aren’t written on it. Jon spends forever looking down at it, so Brendon darts forward and pecks him quickly on the cheek. “I’ll be waiting. Not patiently, and not quietly, but I’ll be waiting.”
--
The forth kiss goes a lot better than the third, but that may be due to the fact that Jon’s still sleeping. Brendon doesn’t even mean to do it, just wants to let Jon know that Spencer has been randomly productive and made breakfast for everyone, but Jon’s curled up on his side and looks so peaceful and content.
The sheets are tangled around his bare waist, but Brendon doesn’t even spend too long looking at his body, focuses on the soft lines of his face instead. There’s this dull ache in his chest, and as much as Brendon wants to blame Spencer’s culinary skills, he know it has nothing to do with heartburn and everything to do with the man in front of him.
He dips down, crouching by the side of the bed before leaning in and kissing Jon. Jon mumbles in his sleep but leans into the kiss, moving his lips against Brendon’s. Brendon can’t help trailing his tongue over Jon’s lips, quickly darting it out to taste whatever traces of Jon he’s able to steal.
But then Jon wakes up, his eyes clouded as he blinks up at Brendon. “Bren?” he asks, yawning a little. He looks so adorable that Brendon has to force himself not to crawl into bed with not, not to curl up against his side and sleep the day away. Instead he smiles and stands up, taking advantage of the lack of resistance Jon’s displaying, and brushes the back of his fingertips across Jon’s forehead. He moves the bangs out of the way, smiling once more before bending down and kissing him softly.
“Breakfast’s ready. I’ll tell Spencer to keep a plate for you,” Brendon tells him. Jon yawns again and nods, his eyes already falling shut.
Brendon spends five minutes watching him from the doorway, hoping for the day when he doesn’t have to steal kisses or sleep alone.
--
“Come on, we’re going outside,” Brendon says, grabbing Jon’s arm. He wraps his fingers around Jon’s wrist and just tugs until he gives in and follows.
“Do I get to know what we’re doing?” Jon asks as they stumble through the cabin. Brendon should wait, but he’s bursting with the sheer awesomeness of it all, so instead he bounces a little higher and tells him.
“We’re going swimming. Skinny dipping if you’ll let me,” he says, laughing when Jon shoots him a confused look.
“We don’t have a-” Jon starts, trailing off when they reach the back yard and there’s a kiddy pool filled to the brim with water and floating toys. “We have a pool,” Jon says. Part of what Brendon loves - yeah, loves - about Jon is his ability to handle every situation without freaking out or even questioning it.
So when Jon follows Brendon’s lead and strips down to his boxers, Brendon laughs before grabbing Jon’s hand again and pulling him into the pool. There’s barely enough room for the two of them, let alone all the various rubber ducks and tiny squirt guns that Brendon tossed into the pool.
But the water’s warm and Jon’s feet are right up against the inside of Brendon’s calves. Brendon raises a hot pink gun and shoots a thin stream of water towards Jon, who just laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and Brendon joins in.
Jon doesn’t even complain ages later, when they’re both waterlogged and possibly sunburned and Brendon pulls Jon up against him, lying back in the water. Jon’s back feels warm and solid against his chest, and Brendon’s pretty sure he’s slowly wearing away at Jon’s reluctance.
--
“Brendon says you’re dating,” Spencer says over breakfast one morning. Jon stills, pausing for a long moment before turning to glare at Brendon.
“We’re not really,” he says softly.
“Well we should be,” Brendon says, pouting over his cereal bowl. Ryan laughs, and Brendon thinks he should have decided to hate him long ago. But he writes nice lyrics and the fans might miss him if Brendon kicked him out of the band. Plus Spencer seems to enjoy his company.
“Maybe you should,” Spencer says. He doesn’t bother looking at Brendon, but gives Jon a pointed look. It’s his patented Stop being an idiot glare, and Brendon might love Spencer most.
Well, right after Jon. Because Jon? Kind of owns his heart.
“I’ll think it over,” Jon says, but he’s laughing instead of the usual frown he wears whenever Brendon mentions their deep and undying love for each other. And yeah, maybe that’s not the best way to word things, but he tries to be as honest as possible at all times. He’s good like that.
Brendon risks looking at Jon, only to find him staring back, his eyes soft yet dark at the same time. He smiles, his heartbeat quickening when Jon smiles back at him.
And now he has to buy Spencer some kind of present. Damn it.
--
Jon gives in on a Tuesday.
Brendon’s doing his best to mind his own business while trying to look as alluring as possible - and shirtless Guitar Hero is some pretty sexy stuff - when Jon wanders into the living room and stands in front of the tv. Brendon’s automatic response is to shout at him, but Jon just shakes his head and turns it off.
“What?” Brendon asks, shutting up when Jon shakes his head and drops down to his knees. They’re eye-to-eye, and Brendon can barely handle being this close to Jon, wants to reach out and touch him.
“This is me giving in,” Jon murmurs before cupping Brendon’s face in one hand and leaning forward to kiss him. Jon licks into Brendon’s mouth, swallowing a moan as Brendon falls apart in his arms.
Their fifth kiss is definitely Brendon’s favorite so far.
Brendon’s shaking by the time they fall back against the carpet, Jon’s body pinning his against the floor. He wants to ask what changed Jon’s mind, but he can’t imagine pulling away, even for a second. He’d be perfectly happy to spend the rest of eternity lip-locked with Jon. And it looks like Jon’s in on the plan, since he deepens the kiss, sucking Brendon’s tongue into his mouth. Brendon whimpers and bucks his hips, moaning softly when Jon grinds down against him.
They don’t even bother undressing, just shove and tug at each other’s jeans until they’re down far enough so their cocks can touch. Brendon whines deep in his throat as their skin collides, his head tossing back and forth against the carpet. Jon laughs softly in his ear, trailing of into a moan as he nips lightly at the hollow of Brendon’s throat.
And then they’re moving, hips thrusting in sync with each other as their cocks glide together. Brendon’s body is on fire, his skin tingling wherever Jon’s touching him. He clings to Jon, pushing Jon’s t-shirt up as he trails his hands up Jon’s back. Arching his back, Brendon moves quicker, a desperate need to come building in the base of his spine. He digs his nails into Jon’s shoulders, whimpering again When Jon grunts against the sweat-slicked skin of his neck.
Jon grazes his teeth across Brendon’s neck and that’s all it takes, he’s falling apart, exploding as he comes in thick spurts against Jon’s thighs. Jon’s panting, his breath hot against Brendon’s neck, and then he comes, adding to the mess between their bodies. They collapse in a messy pile on the floor, breathing heavily and clinging to each other.
They’re silent for a long time, and Brendon really doesn’t so well with quiet. So he nuzzles the underside of Jon’s chin and whispers, “I knew I was irresistible.”
“More like an annoyance,” Jon says back, but Brendon can feel his grin against the side of his neck.
“Your annoyance,” Brendon tell him. And when Jon nods, Brendon knows he’s going to do everything he possibly can to keep it that way. Because lying sweaty and half-naked with a post-coital Jon Walker? Pretty much the best thing ever.
Fandom: Bandslash
Pairing: Brendon/Jon
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,951
Summary: It was like fate or something.
Notes: This one's for bluestargirl6 who is made of awesome. So is chopsticknoodle who did the beta.
It wasn't even Brendon's fault. Jon was just so adorable he couldn't help it. It was like fate or something.
Jon was just sipping his coffee, flipping through the morning paper in his pajama bottoms, yet it was the most adorable thing Brendon had ever seen. He didn't even question it, just flattened him palms against the table top and leaned forward, crushing their lips together.
Jon Walker tasted like coffee and sugar and everything wonderful about the world.
And then it was over, Jon pulling back and laughing up at him. Brendon tried to shrug it off, but Jon shook his head and laughed louder.
The second kiss was sweeter than the first.
--
Their third kiss was a mistake.
Brendon got cocky, just reached out and grabbed Jon with both hands, crushing their mouths together in the middle of the living room. Only Jon didn’t kiss back, just tensed up and backed away.
“Awkward,” Ryan commented from his seat on the couch, and Brendon kinda hated him.
“This is a bad idea,” Jon told him. But he was frowning and doing other things that Jon Walker usually didn’t do. Brendon pouted at him, not quite sure what else to do.
“I want to,” he said softly. He could hear Ryan chuckling from across the room, but ignored him in favor of watching Jon’s eyes.
“Me too,” Jon said. He sighed and leaned forward, pressing his lips gently against Brendon’s, more of a peck than an actual kiss. “Which is why we shouldn’t.”
And when Brendon watched him walk away, he realized that he was determined to change his mind.
--
Brendon starts out small. He picks up a pack of neon colored Post-it’s the next time he’s in town and throws in a pack of gel pens for good measure. Because, hey, shiny things are fun. Even Jon has to appreciate that.
He scatters them around the cabin, sticking one every place he thinks Jon would look. There’s a yellow note on the bathroom mirror that says Jon Walker is sexy in the morning. Leave the stubble. And when Jon comes down to breakfast unshaven and smirking, Brendon congratulates himself.
“You have something to do with this?” Jon asks him when he walks out on the porch. Jon’s pointing towards the lounge chair and the purple sticky note that says Lose the shirt and gain a tan. You’re pretty to look at. Brendon does his best to deny it, but Jon just laughs and spreads out on the chair. He tugs his t-shirt over his head, and Brendon spends a good five minutes watching him sunbathe.
The note on the milk says Go on and do it, Jon Walker. We all know you do. Brendon finds him standing by the fridge, the door resting against his ass, chugging out of the milk carton hours later. Jon laughs when he spots Brendon, shrugging as he continues to drink. Brendon notices that Jon has a collection of Post-its in his pocket.
Sometime around four, Jon corners him in the bathroom and waves a handful of notes at him. “This isn’t going to work, you know,” he says, frowning. Brendon chews on his lowers lip and avoids Jon’s eyes for a moment.
“I’m good at wearing people down,” Brendon tells him honestly. Then he holds out the last Post-it, a hot pink one with green sparkly writing that has I’m serious about this, even if my methods aren’t written on it. Jon spends forever looking down at it, so Brendon darts forward and pecks him quickly on the cheek. “I’ll be waiting. Not patiently, and not quietly, but I’ll be waiting.”
--
The forth kiss goes a lot better than the third, but that may be due to the fact that Jon’s still sleeping. Brendon doesn’t even mean to do it, just wants to let Jon know that Spencer has been randomly productive and made breakfast for everyone, but Jon’s curled up on his side and looks so peaceful and content.
The sheets are tangled around his bare waist, but Brendon doesn’t even spend too long looking at his body, focuses on the soft lines of his face instead. There’s this dull ache in his chest, and as much as Brendon wants to blame Spencer’s culinary skills, he know it has nothing to do with heartburn and everything to do with the man in front of him.
He dips down, crouching by the side of the bed before leaning in and kissing Jon. Jon mumbles in his sleep but leans into the kiss, moving his lips against Brendon’s. Brendon can’t help trailing his tongue over Jon’s lips, quickly darting it out to taste whatever traces of Jon he’s able to steal.
But then Jon wakes up, his eyes clouded as he blinks up at Brendon. “Bren?” he asks, yawning a little. He looks so adorable that Brendon has to force himself not to crawl into bed with not, not to curl up against his side and sleep the day away. Instead he smiles and stands up, taking advantage of the lack of resistance Jon’s displaying, and brushes the back of his fingertips across Jon’s forehead. He moves the bangs out of the way, smiling once more before bending down and kissing him softly.
“Breakfast’s ready. I’ll tell Spencer to keep a plate for you,” Brendon tells him. Jon yawns again and nods, his eyes already falling shut.
Brendon spends five minutes watching him from the doorway, hoping for the day when he doesn’t have to steal kisses or sleep alone.
--
“Come on, we’re going outside,” Brendon says, grabbing Jon’s arm. He wraps his fingers around Jon’s wrist and just tugs until he gives in and follows.
“Do I get to know what we’re doing?” Jon asks as they stumble through the cabin. Brendon should wait, but he’s bursting with the sheer awesomeness of it all, so instead he bounces a little higher and tells him.
“We’re going swimming. Skinny dipping if you’ll let me,” he says, laughing when Jon shoots him a confused look.
“We don’t have a-” Jon starts, trailing off when they reach the back yard and there’s a kiddy pool filled to the brim with water and floating toys. “We have a pool,” Jon says. Part of what Brendon loves - yeah, loves - about Jon is his ability to handle every situation without freaking out or even questioning it.
So when Jon follows Brendon’s lead and strips down to his boxers, Brendon laughs before grabbing Jon’s hand again and pulling him into the pool. There’s barely enough room for the two of them, let alone all the various rubber ducks and tiny squirt guns that Brendon tossed into the pool.
But the water’s warm and Jon’s feet are right up against the inside of Brendon’s calves. Brendon raises a hot pink gun and shoots a thin stream of water towards Jon, who just laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and Brendon joins in.
Jon doesn’t even complain ages later, when they’re both waterlogged and possibly sunburned and Brendon pulls Jon up against him, lying back in the water. Jon’s back feels warm and solid against his chest, and Brendon’s pretty sure he’s slowly wearing away at Jon’s reluctance.
--
“Brendon says you’re dating,” Spencer says over breakfast one morning. Jon stills, pausing for a long moment before turning to glare at Brendon.
“We’re not really,” he says softly.
“Well we should be,” Brendon says, pouting over his cereal bowl. Ryan laughs, and Brendon thinks he should have decided to hate him long ago. But he writes nice lyrics and the fans might miss him if Brendon kicked him out of the band. Plus Spencer seems to enjoy his company.
“Maybe you should,” Spencer says. He doesn’t bother looking at Brendon, but gives Jon a pointed look. It’s his patented Stop being an idiot glare, and Brendon might love Spencer most.
Well, right after Jon. Because Jon? Kind of owns his heart.
“I’ll think it over,” Jon says, but he’s laughing instead of the usual frown he wears whenever Brendon mentions their deep and undying love for each other. And yeah, maybe that’s not the best way to word things, but he tries to be as honest as possible at all times. He’s good like that.
Brendon risks looking at Jon, only to find him staring back, his eyes soft yet dark at the same time. He smiles, his heartbeat quickening when Jon smiles back at him.
And now he has to buy Spencer some kind of present. Damn it.
--
Jon gives in on a Tuesday.
Brendon’s doing his best to mind his own business while trying to look as alluring as possible - and shirtless Guitar Hero is some pretty sexy stuff - when Jon wanders into the living room and stands in front of the tv. Brendon’s automatic response is to shout at him, but Jon just shakes his head and turns it off.
“What?” Brendon asks, shutting up when Jon shakes his head and drops down to his knees. They’re eye-to-eye, and Brendon can barely handle being this close to Jon, wants to reach out and touch him.
“This is me giving in,” Jon murmurs before cupping Brendon’s face in one hand and leaning forward to kiss him. Jon licks into Brendon’s mouth, swallowing a moan as Brendon falls apart in his arms.
Their fifth kiss is definitely Brendon’s favorite so far.
Brendon’s shaking by the time they fall back against the carpet, Jon’s body pinning his against the floor. He wants to ask what changed Jon’s mind, but he can’t imagine pulling away, even for a second. He’d be perfectly happy to spend the rest of eternity lip-locked with Jon. And it looks like Jon’s in on the plan, since he deepens the kiss, sucking Brendon’s tongue into his mouth. Brendon whimpers and bucks his hips, moaning softly when Jon grinds down against him.
They don’t even bother undressing, just shove and tug at each other’s jeans until they’re down far enough so their cocks can touch. Brendon whines deep in his throat as their skin collides, his head tossing back and forth against the carpet. Jon laughs softly in his ear, trailing of into a moan as he nips lightly at the hollow of Brendon’s throat.
And then they’re moving, hips thrusting in sync with each other as their cocks glide together. Brendon’s body is on fire, his skin tingling wherever Jon’s touching him. He clings to Jon, pushing Jon’s t-shirt up as he trails his hands up Jon’s back. Arching his back, Brendon moves quicker, a desperate need to come building in the base of his spine. He digs his nails into Jon’s shoulders, whimpering again When Jon grunts against the sweat-slicked skin of his neck.
Jon grazes his teeth across Brendon’s neck and that’s all it takes, he’s falling apart, exploding as he comes in thick spurts against Jon’s thighs. Jon’s panting, his breath hot against Brendon’s neck, and then he comes, adding to the mess between their bodies. They collapse in a messy pile on the floor, breathing heavily and clinging to each other.
They’re silent for a long time, and Brendon really doesn’t so well with quiet. So he nuzzles the underside of Jon’s chin and whispers, “I knew I was irresistible.”
“More like an annoyance,” Jon says back, but Brendon can feel his grin against the side of his neck.
“Your annoyance,” Brendon tell him. And when Jon nods, Brendon knows he’s going to do everything he possibly can to keep it that way. Because lying sweaty and half-naked with a post-coital Jon Walker? Pretty much the best thing ever.