Seven ficlets for Valentine's Day (part VI - Brendon / Jon)
Soooooo close! 59 minutes to go of Valentine's Day and I nearly managed to finish the ficlets for Panic at the Disco. Still have GSF to do though, and then there's of course the lovely Peterick with bb!patrick joy. I'll try to see about that tomorrow. :-) Here's the Brendon / Jon. Also a first. Also lots of fun to write. (1080 words) Enjoy.
BRENDON / JON
Part I - Spencer/Jon | Part II - Brendon/Ryan | Part III - Ryan/Spencer | Part IV - Ryan/Jon | Part V - Brendon/Spencer | Part VI - Brendon/Jon | Part VII - GSF | Overview post
Band practice is scarcely populated on Valentine's Day. You would think that kids who dress up in sparkly yellow and green uniforms with hats that have tassles on them to walk in pre-defined patterns with a trumpet (or worse, a tuba) at regular intervals would also be the kids who do not have dates to spend Valentine's Day with curled up on picnic blankets in the school yard.
But no, apparently not. Jon doesn't really know when or how that mysterious shift in the universe came about, but as it is, there is only one other kid in the music room when Jon arrives. Brendon Urie. The guy who plays the accordion. And guitar, and bass, and piano, and percussions, and ukulele, and violin, and the trumpet/french horn/clarinet if the people who usually play those things are not there for some reason. Jon wouldn't be surprised if there are more things that can be added to the list. Brendon seems to just have a talent for knowing exactly how any given instrument works and how to get it to sound like he wants it to. Jon thinks it's pretty awesome.
“What are you doing here?”
Brendon doesn't sound aggressive, just genuinely bewildered. Jon smiles.
“We're supposed to have practice. Seems like it will probably be cancelled though, huh? I mean, not even Mr Chambers is here.”
Brendon looks at him as though he's still trying to make sense of two plus two suddenly adding up to five.
“But, you... Shouldn't you be on a Valentine's Day date?” he asks finally. Jon shakes his head.
“Nope,” he says. “No date. I'm all alone and unloved by everyone in the world.” He keeps his tone light. Yeah, so of course it would have been nice to be sitting out in the sun kissing somebody he really liked instead of being in class, but he's not really bothered by it. The weather is surprisingly hot and dry, even for Las Vegas, and Jon has handed in both his science project and the book review for English class. His life is pretty good at the moment.
Brendon mumbles something under his breath and then blushes furiously. Jon's smile widens.
“Sorry, what was that?”
“Nothing.”
“Oh, come on. There's no one here. Tell me.”
Brendon just shakes his head and blushes some more. Jon decides not to push. If Brendon doesn't want to talk, that's his thing.
“Wanna hang out behind the gym and smoke some weed?”
Brendon's eyes light up straight away. Jon congratulates himself on his fabulous instincts. He always knew Brendon Urie was a cool dude.
***
“I swear. It's totally true.”
Brendon dissolves into another bout of unstoppable giggles, practically collapsing against Jon's side.
“I just can't believe it,” Brendon wheezes between laughter attacks. “I mean, it's Patrick, dating the captain of the soccer team. Holy shit!”
“The universe is out of whack somehow,” Jon confirms wisely, taking another hit from the joint they're sharing between them. “Like this thing with us. Neither of us is anywher near being the dorkiest or ungliest kid in Band, and still we are the ones left without dates on Valentine's Day. That kind of sucks actually. You didn't do something horrible in the past few days to piss off the universe, did you? Like, I don't know, pullute a clean little lake or something?”
Brendon looks affronted. Or as affronted as someone can look when they're high and giggly and maybe have a little piece of twig in their hair from where they were lying back on the grass earlier.
“Dude, don't say stuff like that,” he exclaims. “Pollution is not a joke. It's a real problem. Ryan's been writing really good aricles about it lately.”
Jon wracks his brain and manages to come up with a fuzzy memory of seeing large headlines in angry print in the school paper. The End of the World! the top of the article had read. Jon had kind of zoned out after that, because as far as he was concerned, if the world was actually ending, then a) there ought to have been some kind of direct impact on Jon's life, and b) there wouldn't be much he or anyone else could do about it.
He shares these last thoughts with Brendon, and they discuss environmental politics for most of the afternoon. They also smoke quite a few joints. Jon is all loose and mellow and cuddly after the first one and thus really doesn't mind when Brendon loses his balance and practically falls into his lap. Brendon laughs and rolls over on his back to get more comfortable, head resting heavily on Jon's thigh. Jon looks down into the laughing face, with its huge, dark eyes and beauiful mouth, and thinks what the heck?
Brendon kind of squeaks when Jon bends down and kisses him, jerking his head back on instinct. The only thing he accomplishes by that is to press the back of his head more or less directly into Jon's groin. Which, yeah, Jon could totally work with.
Jon keeps his hands around Brendon's face until the other boy relaxes and starts to tentatively kiss back, careful and hesitent, as though it's Brendon's first time kissing someone else for real like this. It might very well be, Jon thinks. He was the only kid besides Jon in the whole school (or just in Band, whatever) without a date on Valentine's Day, after all.
“So, Jon says when they break apart, “Wanna go to the movies with me tonight? I hear there are a some really good ones on, and if you go as a couple on Valentine's Day, they give you free popcorn.”
Brendon just stares at him for a long time. Then, just as Jon opens his mouth to take back the invitation, Brendon smiles. And wow. That is a really gorgeous smile.
“I'd love to,” Brendon says. “I'll totally be your Valentine, Jon Walker. If you'll be mine, that is, because being practically the only kid without a Valentine is not nearly as bad as being the only kid who doesn't have one.”
“Deal,” Jon says, holding out his hand for a shake and using it to pull Brendon in for another kiss. They smile at one another, big and stupid and completely baked. All in all, it's pretty awesome.
THE END
Part I - Spencer/Jon | Part II - Brendon/Ryan | Part III - Ryan/Spencer | Part IV - Ryan/Jon | Part V - Brendon/Spencer | Part VI - Brendon/Jon | Part VII - GSF | Overview post
BRENDON / JON
Part I - Spencer/Jon | Part II - Brendon/Ryan | Part III - Ryan/Spencer | Part IV - Ryan/Jon | Part V - Brendon/Spencer | Part VI - Brendon/Jon | Part VII - GSF | Overview post
Band practice is scarcely populated on Valentine's Day. You would think that kids who dress up in sparkly yellow and green uniforms with hats that have tassles on them to walk in pre-defined patterns with a trumpet (or worse, a tuba) at regular intervals would also be the kids who do not have dates to spend Valentine's Day with curled up on picnic blankets in the school yard.
But no, apparently not. Jon doesn't really know when or how that mysterious shift in the universe came about, but as it is, there is only one other kid in the music room when Jon arrives. Brendon Urie. The guy who plays the accordion. And guitar, and bass, and piano, and percussions, and ukulele, and violin, and the trumpet/french horn/clarinet if the people who usually play those things are not there for some reason. Jon wouldn't be surprised if there are more things that can be added to the list. Brendon seems to just have a talent for knowing exactly how any given instrument works and how to get it to sound like he wants it to. Jon thinks it's pretty awesome.
“What are you doing here?”
Brendon doesn't sound aggressive, just genuinely bewildered. Jon smiles.
“We're supposed to have practice. Seems like it will probably be cancelled though, huh? I mean, not even Mr Chambers is here.”
Brendon looks at him as though he's still trying to make sense of two plus two suddenly adding up to five.
“But, you... Shouldn't you be on a Valentine's Day date?” he asks finally. Jon shakes his head.
“Nope,” he says. “No date. I'm all alone and unloved by everyone in the world.” He keeps his tone light. Yeah, so of course it would have been nice to be sitting out in the sun kissing somebody he really liked instead of being in class, but he's not really bothered by it. The weather is surprisingly hot and dry, even for Las Vegas, and Jon has handed in both his science project and the book review for English class. His life is pretty good at the moment.
Brendon mumbles something under his breath and then blushes furiously. Jon's smile widens.
“Sorry, what was that?”
“Nothing.”
“Oh, come on. There's no one here. Tell me.”
Brendon just shakes his head and blushes some more. Jon decides not to push. If Brendon doesn't want to talk, that's his thing.
“Wanna hang out behind the gym and smoke some weed?”
Brendon's eyes light up straight away. Jon congratulates himself on his fabulous instincts. He always knew Brendon Urie was a cool dude.
***
“I swear. It's totally true.”
Brendon dissolves into another bout of unstoppable giggles, practically collapsing against Jon's side.
“I just can't believe it,” Brendon wheezes between laughter attacks. “I mean, it's Patrick, dating the captain of the soccer team. Holy shit!”
“The universe is out of whack somehow,” Jon confirms wisely, taking another hit from the joint they're sharing between them. “Like this thing with us. Neither of us is anywher near being the dorkiest or ungliest kid in Band, and still we are the ones left without dates on Valentine's Day. That kind of sucks actually. You didn't do something horrible in the past few days to piss off the universe, did you? Like, I don't know, pullute a clean little lake or something?”
Brendon looks affronted. Or as affronted as someone can look when they're high and giggly and maybe have a little piece of twig in their hair from where they were lying back on the grass earlier.
“Dude, don't say stuff like that,” he exclaims. “Pollution is not a joke. It's a real problem. Ryan's been writing really good aricles about it lately.”
Jon wracks his brain and manages to come up with a fuzzy memory of seeing large headlines in angry print in the school paper. The End of the World! the top of the article had read. Jon had kind of zoned out after that, because as far as he was concerned, if the world was actually ending, then a) there ought to have been some kind of direct impact on Jon's life, and b) there wouldn't be much he or anyone else could do about it.
He shares these last thoughts with Brendon, and they discuss environmental politics for most of the afternoon. They also smoke quite a few joints. Jon is all loose and mellow and cuddly after the first one and thus really doesn't mind when Brendon loses his balance and practically falls into his lap. Brendon laughs and rolls over on his back to get more comfortable, head resting heavily on Jon's thigh. Jon looks down into the laughing face, with its huge, dark eyes and beauiful mouth, and thinks what the heck?
Brendon kind of squeaks when Jon bends down and kisses him, jerking his head back on instinct. The only thing he accomplishes by that is to press the back of his head more or less directly into Jon's groin. Which, yeah, Jon could totally work with.
Jon keeps his hands around Brendon's face until the other boy relaxes and starts to tentatively kiss back, careful and hesitent, as though it's Brendon's first time kissing someone else for real like this. It might very well be, Jon thinks. He was the only kid besides Jon in the whole school (or just in Band, whatever) without a date on Valentine's Day, after all.
“So, Jon says when they break apart, “Wanna go to the movies with me tonight? I hear there are a some really good ones on, and if you go as a couple on Valentine's Day, they give you free popcorn.”
Brendon just stares at him for a long time. Then, just as Jon opens his mouth to take back the invitation, Brendon smiles. And wow. That is a really gorgeous smile.
“I'd love to,” Brendon says. “I'll totally be your Valentine, Jon Walker. If you'll be mine, that is, because being practically the only kid without a Valentine is not nearly as bad as being the only kid who doesn't have one.”
“Deal,” Jon says, holding out his hand for a shake and using it to pull Brendon in for another kiss. They smile at one another, big and stupid and completely baked. All in all, it's pretty awesome.
THE END
Part I - Spencer/Jon | Part II - Brendon/Ryan | Part III - Ryan/Spencer | Part IV - Ryan/Jon | Part V - Brendon/Spencer | Part VI - Brendon/Jon | Part VII - GSF | Overview post