"I missed your skin when you were east"

finny91 @ 2008-06-15T14:50:00

2008-06-15T18:56:53Z

So i might be on some sort of wierd art trip. That's my excuse for it anyway.

One of the bigbang fics i am a bit in love with (for various reasons) is airgiodslv's Behind the Sea (AU) GO READ IT!!!!!

Anyway, i drew another picture. This is for one scene, that if you haven't read the fic yet you won't understand!

Edit: I am such a bad horse parent! I didn't even realise the date... today is finny's birthday, he's 7 years old! Happy birthday baby!

Emo Mikey is emo!

2008-06-15T03:23:47Z

So a few days ago i drew art for bluejbird's fic "Life in the rock ('n') roll pool". Today i had a day off and this happened!

The shark is Travie, the jellyfish is Bert, the guppies are the cab babies, the seahorses surrounded by babies are Brendon and Spencer, Jon the seahorse next to Nick the sponge and Tom the seahorse. The clownfish are Mikey and Gerard and the damselfish is Alicia. Just incase anyone was wondering! ;)

Art for the sequel Finding Emo I've said it once, i'll say it again. Read it!!!

Edit My cats life... So hard!

I think it's safe to say he's happy in his new home!

bigbang "High Rollers, Higher Stakes". (1/4)

2008-06-12T23:17:41Z

Title: “High Rollers, Higher Stakes.”

Writer:finny91

Pairings: Brendon Urie/Frank Iero, Patrick Stump/Bob Bryar, Jon Walker/Spencer Smith.

Rating: PG-13

Beta:mintyfiend

Word Count : 21,166

Warnings/Notes:Slash, Gay sex, Blowjobs.

AN: I have to say a massive thank you to mintyfiend for doing such a wonderful beta job, and for handholding and cheer leading the whole way through this. ILU bb!! Also to anyone else who read parts or listened to me whine about this fic. Plus a late thank you to t_usual_suspect, without whom this fic would not exist; fabulous conversations about Frank in bunny ears and for talking me down from being an irate fool! <3

Summary: Playboy Bunny AU. This little love story takes place in the most unlikely of places, for a love story anyway; The Palm Springs Playboy Club. Frank and Brendon work as playboy bunnies. When Frank finds himself working in one of the most iconic uniforms in the world; his life changes. He meets Brendon, the kid in the dorky red glasses and falls a little in love. They date, or rather try to. In a world where everyone lives for the night, their failed dating attempts only serve to bring them closer together. Brendon’s insecurities and an old love from Frank’s past threaten to pull the two apart; and while their relationship blossoms others around them fall apart.

“But Zack… I want him!”

Zack could already feel the tension headache building between his eyes; this was an argument he knew he couldn’t win. He loved all his bunnies dearly, but Maja was extra special; playful and spunky she always put a smile on his face and with her he always found it hard to say no.

Zack sighed, his hand covering his eyes. “Fine, go find him.”

Maja had first seen the man in question a few days before. She had been out walking down the Strip and had seen him leaning against the wall of a local store, hands cupped around the unlit cigarette in his mouth. He was short, the way she liked them, and rebellious looking. His tattoos stood out against his fair skin, long hair hung in his eyes. She knew the minute she laid eyes on him he would fit in perfectly at the bar.

Maja gathered her small jacket around her shoulders and headed out of Zack’s office, winking at him as she closed the door. Just what he needed, Zack thought, another bunny; although, if Maja wanted the man he might actually be worth Zack’s time, she was generally right about these things.

Later that evening Maja returned to the club accompanied by a short man dressed in shabby jeans and a tight black hoodie. She led him forcefully to Zack’s office and presented her new find to her boss.

“Zack, this is Frank Iero; Frank this is Zack.”

A smug looking Maja pushed Frank into the office. The two men shook hands and Frank took a seat in front of Zack’s impressively large desk. Zack motioned for Maja to leave; she huffed her complaint but did as instructed. Frank fidgeted nervously with the sleeve of his hoodie but looked boldly into the eyes of his future boss.

“So Frank, what exactly did Maja tell you?”

“Only that there was a waiter’s job available if I wanted it.”

“Have you ever waited on tables before Frank?”

“Not really”

Zack favored Frank with a puzzled look; why would this kid want a job he had no experience doing?

“Do you know how many people would kill to get this job? I haven’t hired or fired any servers in months.”

“So why hire me?”

Zack paused before he answered, his words slow and deliberate.

“I trust Maja’s instincts with people. If she found you and wants you here the least I can do is give you a shot. She obviously sees something in you I don’t… yet. Maja found Greta at the airport, a bag packed and ready to leave this town behind; that was three years ago. Greta’s one of my best girls.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes. Zack lost in thought about his staff. He shocked Frank when he finally spoke.

“Okay Frank. Strip”

“Huh…”

“Well, I need to see what I’m dealing with here before I hire you”.

Frank remained seated but started to unzip his hoodie; he didn’t have a clean t-shirt to wear that day so his bare chest was revealed as the zip was pulled down. Tattoos were visible there, across his chest and shoulders; even more were exposed when he slid the hoodie off his arms and onto the floor. His arms were covered, a complete sleeve of ink down his left arm and smatterings of individual pictures down his right. There was ink across his stomach and as he stood Zack could see glimpses of more ink on his back.

Frank caught Zack’s eyes roaming his torso,

“The tattoos, they’ve stopped me getting hired in the past. They won’t be a problem here?”

“Nope. A lot of our people are inked, and the customers seem to like it, so it’s not a problem.”

Frank stood and held his arms in front of his stomach covering the words there, he was nervous about having his body inspected by a complete stranger. His hands hovered over the buttons at the front of his jeans; he glanced down at Zack who nodded for him to continue. Frank slowly unbuttoned his pants, he felt like he was at a seedy strip joint instead of a job interview. He pushed his jeans over his slight hips and they bunched around his calves. He stepped out of the pile of clothes and stood in just his boxers; hoping he wouldn’t be asked to remove them.

Zack took his time admiring the slight curves of Frank’s body. His legs were nicely defined and his arms looked strong; there was a slight paunch to his belly, but nothing that couldn’t be taken care of quickly.

“Okay Frank. Take a seat and we’ll go over the rules.”

Frank pulled his jeans back on quickly and sat down again.

“We are not running a brothel here Frank; this is a bar, a legitimate business. No money for sex. Got it? If you do that you’re gone, understood?”

Frank barely had time to process this important rule, before Zack was speaking again.

“We have weekly weigh ins here too; it’s tradition, a little archaic maybe but we gotta keep our staff looking their best. You need to lose a few pounds. No more living on takeouts and frozen dinners.”

“Um… Okay, I can deal with that.” Frank replied.

“The customers aren’t to touch you, or any of the staff; that’s what Bob, I’m sure you saw him as you came in, and the Butcher are for. Bob’s front of house security, he’s on the door, no one messes with Bob, and Butcher works in house. You need help, they’ll be there. Patrick will also help you if you need it; he’s our head bartender. The staff here are pretty nice, once they accept you that is. You’re on your own until then.”

Zack finally stood behind his desk indicating the meeting was over. Frank grabbed his hoodie from the floor and pulled it back on quickly. He had never felt so dirty in his life. Frank was half way out of the door when Zack spoke again,

“Oh and Frank. You start at nine. Go home get showered then get your ass back here. I’ll find you a uniform you can use until yours is tailored.”

Frank left the office muttering his thanks. He was dazed; he had a job, a real job that paid real money. As he wandered through the club he tried to take more notice of the people, his co-workers; he spotted Maja and smiled. She had changed into her ‘uniform’ already; she wore a black bodice and fishnet tights, she had white cuffs on each wrist and a black bowtie around her neck. Black boots adorned her feet and a pair of silky bunny ears rested on her head. She rushed over to him.

“Well, did he give you the job?” Her voice was full of excitement.

“Yeah he did. That was honestly the strangest interview I have ever had.”

“Sorry I didn’t warn you about Zack. He makes everyone get naked when he first meets them; it’s kinda his way of seeing what you’re made of, stripping you down to see if you can handle yourself. Come and meet some people.” Maja grabbed Frank’s arm and tugged him over to the other employees. She introduced him to Patrick first. Patrick stood behind the bar cleaning some glasses with his towel. He was short, and slightly on the chubby side; he wore a black pinstripe suit and a black fedora. Frank liked the look of him; he seemed easy going and friendly.

“Gay as a maypole of course,” Maja said as they walked away from the bar. Maja’s words didn’t surprise Frank, being gay himself he could sort of pick up on these things; and yeah, Patrick seemed gay.

“His boyfriend is Bob, the front of house guy, they’ve been together since the beginning of time. Patrick actually helped Bob get the job here; clearly in this business it’s not what you know, it’s who you know.”

Next Frank was introduced to Pete, the new DJ. He had only been there a few days but was already making his presence known. He was beside the decks setting up and unloading records from their boxes. Frank was a little unsure of Pete; he seemed all right, he smiled a lot. Frank reserved judgment on him for now.

Most of the staff had yet to arrive at the club, it was still relatively early and shifts didn’t start for another hour at least. Maja promised to introduce Frank to everyone when he came back for his shift later that night. He was anxious, he really had wanted to see what the men wore because if Maja’s outfit was anything to go by, he could be in trouble.

As he showered,his mind played through scenarios of tiny little shorts and sparkly collars. The thought made him cringe as he toweled his hair dry and looked for more appropriate clothes than his ripped jeans.

When Frank arrived back at the Palm Springs at eight thirty that night, he got his first good look at Bob. The guy wasn’t huge by usual bouncer standards, but he definitely looked like he could handle himself. His shoulders were broad and he had a ‘don’t fuck with me’ attitude no one could argue with. Bob must have been told about Frank because he ushered him to the front of the line and waved him inside.

Once inside, Maja, still dolled up in her uniform though now with more makeup, immediately accosted him. She led him through to what she called the ‘staff suite’. It was a large lavishly decorated room with lockers down one wall and comfy couches spread around. Several uniforms were lying on the small coffee table with pairs of shoes lined up under it.

“We weren’t sure what size you’d take, so I went overboard. Just keep trying them until you find some that fit. Oh, and the pants need to be tight. Underwear is entirely optional.”

Maja left Frank alone in the room to change. It wasn’t nearly as bad as he has feared. The uniform consisted of tight black dress pants, of course Frank took off his boxers and went commando so he could wear a tighter pair, white cuffs wrapped around his wrists and a black bow tie sat snugly round his neck. The uniform didn’t require a shirt; this didn’t surprise him. He had to try several pairs of dress shoes on before he found ones that fit comfortably. Last came the ears.

Frank looked around the room and spotted a large oval mirror; he walked over to it and stared at his reflection. He placed the ears on top of his head and adjusted them to the right slightly. He thought he looked a little silly, but he wasn’t going to complain. He brushed his bangs down to hide his eyes and fiddled with the ears a little more before heading out onto the main floor in search of Maja.

He found her with a group of other bunnies, both men and women; she squealed and pulled him into a loose hug.

“Everyone this is Frank, he’s the newest member of our little family.” Everyone smiled and waved at Frank, who noticed he was the only one wearing pink ears, everyone else’s were black. Noticing his expression drop, Maja explained that newbies got the pink ears until they had proven themselves worthy to wear the black ones.

“Nice tatts.” Frank turned to see a tall man not dressed as a bunny sauntering over to the group.

“I’m Andy, everyone calls me the Butcher.” The man extended his hand for Frank and they exchanged greetings. Taller than Frank, his face had slight stubble and he was wearing a suit similar to Patrick’s. Frank assumed non-bunny people were required to dress in smart suits while at work.

“I have a bunch of tatts too, yours are awesome, I’m glad they’re letting you display your art here.”

Frank blushed, he loved his tattoos and would never change them, but to have other people compliment them made him uncomfortable. Frank’s hands moved up towards his torso in an attempt to cover his exposed skin. Butcher seemed to notice and dropped the subject. He left to circulate the room one last time before they started to let in the night crowd.

“You nervous Frank?” Maja asked, steering Frank away from the other employees to give him a few pointers about being a playboy bunny.

“Just be yourself and have fun with it. Remember the customer is always right, unless of course they’re wrong, and in that case… feel free to hand them off to someone else.”

Frank laughed, his nervous energy gone with the expulsion of breath. He could do this, he was a confident man who had exposed himself publicly on more than one occasion; sure now he was wearing pink bunny ears, but that just added to the hilarity of the situation.

His shift started out all right. He was given five tables to wait on; he would take orders for drinks and bring the drinks from the bar. Easy. Or so he thought.

As the night wore on, Frank found it difficult to keep up with his tables and their orders. Men and women were waving their hands at him wanting service, and he was having trouble getting the orders right. At one point during the night, a particularly large unfriendly man had purposefully knocked Frank’s bunny ears off his head. It took both Butcher and Greta to calm him down enough to finish the order.

Frank’s first night at the playboy club ended at five am. His shift was over and all he wanted to do was curl up in the corner and die. He dragged himself back into the employee lounge and started to change his clothes. Frank was so tired he didn’t notice the other man enter the room. As Frank slipped off his dress pants, he heard a sharp intake of breath and quickly turned round.

The man staring at Frank couldn’t have been more than twenty. Taller than him, with dark hair and the stupidest open-mouthed expression Frank had ever seen. His red-rimmed glasses had slipped down his nose and Frank could tell he was flustered and searching for words.

“You must be Brendon.”

Maja had given Frank a quick run down of all the employees who hadn’t worked his shift. He remembered she told him Brendon was a lovely boy, sometimes a little spazzy, but genuine and honest. The term spider monkey had been used.

“What? Oh yeah. Hi, I’m Brendon. Who are you?” Brendon’s thoughts and mouth weren’t working like they normally did; how could they with a pretty naked man standing in front of him?

“Frank. Nice to meet you.” They shook hands and Brendon finally pulled himself together as Frank slipped his jeans over his hips. Brendon noticed the pink ears Frank was placing carefully in his new locker.

“New guy? ‘Bout time we had some fresh blood round here; things were starting to get boring.” He nudged Frank with his shoulder as he changed into his own uniform.

Maja had explained to Frank earlier than there were two shifts at the club. The day shift was usually quiet and required less staff to man the place than the night shift, which generally saw a lot more action and required double the staff. She also explained that when things got really busy the staff were sometimes required to pull double shifts. Frank was started on nights because it was getting busier in the club as the temperature rose in the desert; but he could be put on days if the boss wanted it.

Brendon rummaged around in his locker looking for something; he glanced over his shoulder at Frank and continued to talk.

“I used to work nights, but classes got to be too much to handle. I take night classes at college and what with homework and working here I couldn’t handle it. Zack’s a total pushover though and lets me work days instead.”

Brendon tuned around; he had found the silken cuffs hidden under a t-shirt, slipping them he continued his ramble about school and his job.

“I finish school in a few weeks; so I’ll be back on nights with everyone else, everyone that matters anyway.” He said, his eyes skittering over Frank’s face.

It took Frank a few seconds to realize Brendon had stopped talking and was looking at him expectantly; the kid talked at about a million miles an hour and Frank’s brain was only just catching up.

“Huh…Oh. Yeah, nights. Uh that’s great, we’ll be working together then.” Frank stuttered out.

Brendon grinned, his eyes traveling a very unsubtle path up Frank’s body; he flicked his wrist to close his locker and smiled at Frank.

“I have to get to work. It was nice to meet you Frank.”

Brendon left the suite with one last grin in Frank’s direction; Frank was left feeling like he’d been hit by a truck, a very fast talking truck.

Frank headed home; tired but satisfied. He laughed thinking about how insane his day has been. He woke up unemployed and was going to go to sleep a playboy bunny. His life was about to get a lot more interesting.

The weeks flew by, the days blending together as Frank slowly adjusted to his new nighttime existence. He was never a big sleeper so was already used to being awake half the night anyway. Frank got the hang of waiting on tables, he became more confident in his job; he learnt how to work the customers and how to get the best tips.

He quickly picked up from the girls that when serving his female customers he should flirt mercilessly and sashay his hips when handing out drinks. With his male customers, he tried to blend in to the background and allow them to look at his female counterparts; he even invited Maja over to his tables to put on a bit of a show.

Brendon returned to working nights two weeks after Frank started; he was a good waiter and got great tips, his cheeky nature and infectious smile helped. Frank liked Brendon; the younger man had boundless energy and was fun to work with.

A few weeks after Brendon started back on the night shift, the shit hit the fan. Frank heard the exchange; it was hard not to, the customer Brendon was dealing with was loud and obnoxious. Brendon was unfortunately lumbered with the bachelor party from hell. As far as Frank could tell, the ‘best man’ was angry they had a guy waiting on their table and was complaining so loudly Brendon was having a hard time trying to calm him down. Frank was sure he heard Brendon mumble ‘Look man, it’s not my fault all the chicks are busy. You’ve got me, deal with it.’

The next thing Frank knew Brendon was on the floor, blood pouring from his nose. Frank reacted on instinct and rushed to help his friend. Butcher also witnessed the punch and hurried over. Both men were outnumbered by the drunken bachelor party and couldn’t escort them out alone. Brendon was still on the floor, clutching his face when he saw Bob running through the bar, shoving people out of his way.

Bob pulled a huge guy off Butcher and was rewarded with an elbow to the face; he toppled backwards and knocked over the table, landing on the floor in a shower of broken glass. Frank glanced up just in time to find out why nobody messed with Patrick’s man. He saw Patrick leap over the bar and lift the offending man off his feet. Patrick pushed him to the floor, one of his hands on the back of the guy’s neck the other holding his arms behind his back, effectively restraining him.

The appearance of an enraged Patrick stopped the fight instantly; everyone looking in surprise at the small bartender, for such a short and stocky guy Patrick could move pretty damn quickly.

The staff led the boisterous group to the front doors and Bob had the pleasure of ejecting them from the club. Frank made his way back inside and walked over to Brendon, still sitting on the floor dazed.

“Hey… you okay?”

Frank held his hand out and Brendon took it, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet.

“Go wait in the staff suite; I’ll get you some ice.”

Brendon walked away, wallowing in his own self-pity and looking very small, as Frank made his way to the bar to grab some ice.

“My boyfriend ladies and gentlemen,” Bob pulled a blushing Patrick into a hug and kissed the top of his head before carefully replacing Patrick’s fedora.

“My dashing knight, leaping to my rescue.”

“You realize of course that makes you the damsel in distress.” Frank pointed out as he reached over and took a towel from behind the bar. Bob punched him on the shoulder lightly and kissed Patrick’s cheek once more before returning to the front door.

Pete rushed over once Bob had left and pulled Patrick into a sloppy hug. He grinned at Patrick’s behavior gushing to everyone at the bar about how wonderful and thoughtful and kind Patrick was. Patrick at least had the decency to blush; his eyes on the front door Bob had just left through.

Frank entered the staff suite to find Brendon leaning up against the back wall, shoulders hunched and hands covering his face. His shoulders shook and small sniffs echoed through the empty room. Frank gripped the towel tighter to stop any ice escaping and took a deep breath; he wasn’t used to dealing with crying people, and didn’t want to come across as insensitive by mistake.

“I, um, brought you some ice...” Frank edged slowly towards Brendon, giving the other man a curious look.

Brendon lowered his hands from his face and wiped them on the leg of his pants. His nose looked painful, possibly broken and his eyes were starting to get puffy. Frank knew from experience that a punch to the nose usually ended in black eyes too; he felt bad for Brendon, he didn’t deserve to be hurt. Frank pressed the icy towel to Brendon’s face, pulling back slightly when Brendon winced. A stray tear escaped down Brendon’s cheek and Frank wiped at it lightly with his fingers. They stood in silence, Frank’s hand lingering on Brendon’s jaw.

Brendon made the first move; he leaned into Frank’s touch and sighed, turning his head to place a kiss on Frank’s palm. He looked down at Frank and swatted away the towel held to his nose. Brendon moved forward as Frank did, their noses colliding painfully and Brendon gasped, his eyes watering instantly.

“Shit! I’m sorry. Sorry.” Frank’s voice was heavy with concern as he grabbed Brendon’s jaw and looked to see if he had damaged his nose any further. Brendon laughed through the tears streaming down his cheeks and placed his hands on either side of Frank’s face to hold him still. The kiss was soft, Brendon cautious and careful. Frank deepened the kiss with a swipe of his tongue and Brendon moaned into his mouth. Brendon let his hand wander into Frank’s hair and he gripped it tight in his fingers, guiding the kiss.

“Ahem… Um. Brendon, Zack needs you in the office.” The two men broke apart startled and Frank turned his head to see Patrick standing red faced in the doorway. They could tell he was trying to be nonchalant and failing spectacularly.

“Anytime you’re ready… I’ll just, uh, be in the bar.”

With that Patrick made a quick exit, leaving the two men alone. Frank snickered, handed the dripping towel to Brendon and followed Patrick out of the room. He arrived back in the main bar to a chorus of catcalls; stupid Patrick obviously couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Frank had to get back to work but was having trouble finding his bunny ears, lost in the fight.

“Great, just great. Has anyone seen my ears?”

A round of ‘No, sorry Frank’ greeted him. Fuck.

“You needed to see me Zack?” Brendon stood at the threshold to the office, the icy towel still clutched in his hand pitifully dripping water onto the carpet.

“Close the door.”

Brendon stepped into the office tentatively and sat on the edge of the seat, his fingers twisting in the towel and his leg twitching nervously. He was going to get fired. He just knew it.

“Well you’re not going to be pretty; don’t come back to work until you are. I’ll find someone to cover for you.”

The relief was evident, even on Brendon’s slightly swollen face.

“You can wipe that look off your face Urie; I’m not paying you while you’re not here.”

“Oh… Sorry.”

Zack turned away from Brendon to hide the look of pity that crossed his face. He felt bad for the kid, he was oddly fond of him but he couldn’t tolerate fighting in his bar. Brendon stood up to leave with his shoulders slumped.

“Brendon, I need you to do something for me before you go.”

Brendon turned to face Zack once more as his boss held out something in his hand for Brendon to take. Brendon left Zack’s office with a huge grin plastered across his face; his own injury and suspension forgotten, he ran down into the main bar.

“FRANK.” Brendon bounded up to his Frank, one hand behind his back hiding the object Zack had given him.

“He didn’t fire you did he?”

“What? No, suspended until I’m pretty again. Forget about that for now. I have a surprise for you.”

Before Frank even had time to react Brendon had pulled his hand from behind his back and was waving a pair of silken black ears in Frank’s face.

“Zack wanted me to tell you he’s proud of you and um… Welcome to the family. He would have come down himself but you know Zack, he’s very busy pretending to be an ogre.”

By the time he was through speaking, Brendon was bouncing on the spot. He could barely contain his excitement and happiness. Frank however, remained unusually silent. Shocked that he had apparently, finally proven himself worthy of this job.

Brendon took Frank’s silence as his cue and leant in close to his friend. He pushed the hair out of Frank’s eyes and tucked a few stray locks behind his ears. He slid the black ears onto Frank’s head and nudged them to the right slightly, the jaunty angle he knew Frank preferred. Brendon leant in carefully and placed a kiss on Frank’s cheek. The kiss snapped Frank out of his shocked state and he threw himself into Brendon’s arms, hugging him with all his strength.

He released Brendon and ran out to the front of the club, climbing of Bob’s back and yelling excitedly into his ear. Bob took this in his stride and peeled the smaller man off his body, depositing him on the ground with a slight grin.

Frank looked up from his place of the floor to see Brendon standing in the doorway, his bag clutched in his hand and his uniform still on. He smiled as he waved mouthing ‘I’ll see you in a few weeks’. Brendon left an overexcited Frank on the floor and headed home to start his suspension and hide in his apartment until his face was pretty again.

Frank arrived at work early one night a few weeks after the fight to find Brendon curled up on a couch in the staff suite. He was asleep, either that or he was really great at pretending to be asleep. His face was soft, a slight line of drool escaping his parted lips. Frank didn’t stare, he really didn’t. Much.

Brendon’s eyes flew open as if someone had slapped him awake; Frank was caught staring and he couldn’t even think of a good excuse.

“Were you staring at me Frankie?” Stupid Brendon and his stupid smug face.

“Don’t flatter yourself Bren. I was just checking it was actually you; anymore time off and I might have forgotten what you looked like.”

Brendon pushed himself into a sitting position and smirked at Frank; Frank’s pointed glare rapidly turned into a beaming smile. If anyone had walked into the staff suite at that minute, they would think the two men were insane; they were beaming at each other and neither of them had moved. Brendon stood up gingerly, scrubbing his hands over his fully healed face.

“I missed you. You didn’t even come to visit me; I was all lonely and pathetic.”

Frank arched an eyebrow and attempted to cock his hip, the effect was totally ruined by the smile still playing on his lips.

“You told me not to visit. You totally said ‘don’t you dare visit me Frankie; you can’t see me looking bruised and mangled.’ I would have come anyway, but I didn’t want you to shriek like a girl and slam the door in my face. Anyway, I was here covering your ass and I did text everyday.”

Frank tipped his head down, looking up at Brendon through his lashes and giving him his best puppy eyes. Brendon pulled Frank into a full body hug and spoke into his neck.

“I still missed you.”

Frank didn’t respond, he just clutched tighter to Brendon’s torso and enjoyed the hug. They hugged a little too long for it not to be awkward when they finally stepped apart. Frank turned away to get changed, Brendon smiling and undressing, intent on enjoying the view offered to him.

The shift seemed to get better and better as the night wore on. Everyone was glad to see Brendon back to work and pretty again. Maja found Brendon about an hour after the shirt started; he was huddled by the bar, easing himself back into work and pretending not to hide from his customers.

“Brendon sweetie you should get punched in the face everyday.” Maja pulled Brendon into a loose hug.

“Seriously though, you look good; I still say it was the punch that made you pretty but I could be wrong, it could be something else entirely.” She teased, glancing over to where Frank was placing drinks carefully onto a table. Brendon blushed a little and pushed Maja gently in the shoulder to hide his embarrassment.

“Maja you know for a fact it’s neither; I’ve always been this pretty.” Brendon stepped back and swept his hands down his body. He took the opportunity when Maja started to giggle to make a swift exit and maybe to find Frank.

The energy in the club was palpable as the nigh wore on and Brendon was so happy to be back working with Frank again he couldn’t help but show him. Throughout the night Brendon purposefully sought Frank out, touching him casually on the shoulder, his cheek or his back as they passed.

Towards the end of the night Brendon’s touchy feely flirting reached its peak. He had a large table and asked Frank to help him with the orders; this wasn’t uncommon. When the parties grew larger than ten, the waiters helped each other out. It happened that Brendon’s table was a group of young women out for a wild night and looking for a good time, full of encouragement for any of Brendon’s antics.

part 2

bigbang "High Rollers, Higher Stakes" (2/4)

2008-06-12T23:12:48Z

When Frank approached the table with a tray of drinks Brendon appeared at his side, seemingly out of thin air. The music in the club had changed, a song Frank couldn’t place blared from the speakers. Frank knew he was in trouble when Brendon’s hands circled his waist. Frank was holding a ‘Screaming Orgasm’ in one hand ready to place it on the table when Brendon turned him around. He ended up trapped between Brendon’s body and the table. The women at the table whistled encouragingly. Brendon moved forward, his hands still draped lightly on Frank’s hips. He stepped into Frank’s space and slipped one leg in between Frank’s, the other just to the side of Frank’s left leg. Brendon’s hand snaked around Frank’s waist and he placed a strong hand onto the flat of Frank’s back.

Frank remained still for a few seconds when Brendon started to dance. His hips moved in time with the beat echoing through the club. Brendon tipped his chin and looked up into Frank’s eyes through his half closed lashes. Frank caught on. The drink still in his hand, he started to dance too.

Soon Brendon and Frank were dancing in a world of their own. Frank’s hand rested on the back of Brendon’s neck, his other hand held the drink, he was careful not to spill it. Brendon’s breathing changed, it became shallower, each twitch of their hips creating a pleasant friction between them. Frank’s eyes became unfocussed; if they kept this up he’d need to change his pants.

When the song ended, Brendon threw back his head and exposed his throat; he faked a very enthusiastic and loud orgasm and stepped away from Frank to grin cheekily at the women at the table. Frank placed his now free hand on the table behind him and leaned heavily against it. He forgot himself in his arousal and took a long, and much needed in his opinion, drink of the alcohol in his hand. Stupid Brendon.

Frank excused himself soon after he had replaced the drink he had downed. He needed to take care of his not so little problem before he passed out through lightheadedness; idiotic, tight dress pants didn’t help in situations such as these.

Brendon watched Frank walk delicately away from the table and followed his progress to the staff suite with his eyes. The women at the table approved of the dancing and the chemistry between the two men and Brendon had to admit when the idea had struck him he thought it would be a bit of fun, an easy way to make a huge tip. He hadn’t expected it to go that far.

He extracted himself from the giggling women and followed Frank into the suite.

Frank turned slowly when Brendon opened the door, he couldn’t keep the feral look from his eyes as he swiftly crossed the room and kissed Brendon’s mouth hungrily.

“Don’t you… ever… do that… to me again.” He panted out between sloppy kisses.

Brendon smirked against Frank’s mouth and feigned innocence.

“You enjoyed it, in fact, you’re still enjoying it.” Brendon pulled Frank close to him, both his hands on Frank’s ass as he ground their hips together. Frank squeaked and pushed against Brendon eagerly. Brendon’s hands seemed to be everywhere at once and Frank now knew why he had been described as a monkey. His brain promptly shut off when Brendon’s hands slid over the front of his impossibly tight pants.

Brendon tried unsuccessfully to slide his hand into Frank’s pants and Frank growled low in his throat. He pushed Brendon back against the wall and quickly negotiated the obstacle of Brendon’s zipper. Brendon copied Frank’s movements; Frank’s pants slipped down his narrow hips to bunch on his thighs. Frank took Brendon’s erection in his hand and slowly worked his way up the length, squeezing his hand rhythmically and earning little sounds from Brendon. Brendon tried to keep his hips still and work at Frank’s dick,but his brain became foggier and he had trouble remembering to move his hand. Frank dropped his free hand to Brendon’s hip and held him pressed against the wall; he sucked on Brendon’s ear and worked his hand furiously at Brendon’s dick.

Brendon’s hand tightened around Frank and Frank bucked into it; he picked up the pace Brendon had dropped and fucked Brendon’s tightly clasped hand. Brendon panted loudly into Frank’s hair and bucked a few more times into Frank’s hand. Brendon came loudly, nipping at Frank’s neck to muffle the sound. Frank followed soon after and leaned boneless against Brendon effectively bracing him against the wall.

“So…” Brendon murmured into Frank’s shoulder.

“So?” Frank questioned. Finally coming down from his orgasm, he stepped away from Brendon and wiped himself clean with a towel.

“So, I was thinking, maybe we should go on a date or something?”

Frank blinked and glanced at Brendon, pants still open, hair mussed and face still flushed. He laughed, he couldn’t help it, Brendon really was too endearing to be real.

“I’m sorry, it was a terrible idea.” Brendon stumbled over his words, his face flushing; Frank was laughing at him. He turned to leave, refusing to think about it as running away like a little girl, when Frank grabbed him.

“Brendon Urie, don’t be such an idiot. I wasn’t laughing at you. I’m pretty sure sticking my hand down your pants is a good indication I want to date you.”

Frank turned his head to glance in the direction of the sound; the knock he heard was soft. He tugged his t-shirt over his head as he walked to open the staff room door. The man who greeted him was leaning against the frame, a messenger bag slung over one shoulder. He wore a loose long sleeve shirt and ripped blue jeans, he had flip-flops on his feet and a lazy smile played on his lips.

“Brendon around?” He asked.

“Uh, yeah. He’s just getting cleaned up. Come in.”

“I’m Jon by the way,” He said as he stepped into the staff suit and looked casually around. He had been in here before, Brendon was never ready on time, and Jon always ended up having to wait.

“Frank. Nice to meet you.”

Jon’s smile widened, “So you’re Frank. I’ve heard a lot about you; it’s nice to finally meet you.”

Brendon took this moment to make his grand entrance from the bathroom. Running over to Jon, Brendon slung his arms around Jon’s shoulders and placed his head in the crook of his neck. Jon hugged him back, resting his head on top of Brendon’s. He had known Brendon too long not to be completely comfortable with his friend’s tactile nature. Brendon liked to touch, it was a comfort thing; his friends had come to expect hugs and kisses from him as greetings.

Frank left the two men alone and finished changing; he was tired and his bed was calling him. He stifled a yawn as he turned back to Brendon and Jon.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Brendon; I’m glad to have you back, this place was boring as fuck without you here.” He smiled and flicked Brendon’s elbow with his fingers, although they had agreed dating was on the cards, he wasn’t sure how to act with Brendon’s friend around.

“Of course it was boring without me; you people have no concept of fun. Hey, we’re getting breakfast, you want to come?”

The mere mention of food had Frank’s stomach grumbling, he tried very unsuccessfully to hide it. He felt a little awkward after what he and Brendon had done so the thought of spending more time with Brendon and his friend sent his stomach into knots.

“No. I gotta crash. Thanks though.”

“Aww, come on. I’m buying; it’s the least I can do.”

Jon looked between the two, Frank blushed and shifted around from foot to foot, he hoped Jon didn’t ask too many questions.

Frank weighed his options. Sleep, free food, sleep, free food…

“Okay. As long as you’re buying, how can I resist?” He favored Brendon with a winning smile he hoped covered how uncomfortable he felt under Jon’s curious gaze.

Frank stuffed his uniform unceremoniously into his locker; he’d regret it next shift but right now the promise of food was all he cared about. They grabbed their bags and headed out to the tiny diner tucked along one of the side streets just off the Strip.

Brendon ordered pancakes with maple syrup. Jon ordered French toast and Frank settled on hash browns, toast and black coffee.

“Brendon’s not allowed coffee, are you Bren?” Jon said once they had placed their orders.

“Nope.” Brendon replied wistfully. “It makes me hyper.”

Frank smiled and nodded, Brendon already looked like he had sucked down an entire pot of coffee; he was squirming around in his seat and kept glancing from the door to the window and back again. Frank wondered if Brendon was always like this after a shift; Jon didn’t even seem to notice his friends squirmy behavior, either he was too preoccupied to notice or this was a common occurrence he was used to blocking out.

It occurred to Frank that this was the first time he had spent any time outside of the club with Brendon; the thought saddened him a little, but then he remembered Brendon had asked him on a date, was this the date? He hoped not.

“You don’t drink coffee Jon?” Frank asked

“Not on my days off no. I work at Starbucks and after a while other coffee loses its appeal. If it’s not made by a crazed mega-corp, it’s just not right.” He sighed dramatically but grinned at Brendon.

“Hey Jon, where’s Spence?” Brendon didn’t look at Jon but glanced at the clock behind the counter instead. He didn’t give Jon a chance to answer before he spoke again, “and Ryan’s late too. Honestly, how hard is it to be on time?”

“Spencer called just before I met you; he couldn’t find a shoe and said he would be late. I figured when it comes to Spence and shoes, don’t argue, just agree with him. If he needs a certain pair of shoes as far as I’m concerned he can take all day finding them if he wants. I have no idea where Ryan is, probably with Keltie. He’ll be here, he always is.”

Just then the door to the diner opened and the little bell tinkled. A guy wearing a white t-shirt and really tight jeans walked in. His face looked young, even under the slight beard, his hair was swept dramatically across his forehead and he looked flustered as he walked over to them. He slipped into the booth next to Jon and placed a quick kiss on his lips.

“I’ll kill Ryan when I see him; he moved my shoes again. I had to practically turn the apartment upside down to find them. He knows not to touch the shoes.”

Jon patted his leg and shrugged half apologetically, half amused.

“Did you order yet? You couldn’t even wait. Some boyfriend you are.” With that Spencer got up and walked over to the counter to order.

“That’s Spencer, Jon’s boyfriend.” Brendon told Frank, things he could have guessed himself.

When Spencer returned, he finally noticed Frank sitting tucked into the booth next to Brendon. He sat down and looked curiously over at Frank, taking in the makeup and the tattoos on both his hands and neck.

“Spence, this is Frank. Frank this is Spencer Smith.” Brendon introduced the two men and went back to glancing out the window.

“It’s about time we got to meet you Frank. Bren never shuts up about you. ‘Frank said this’; ‘Frank did that’. I was actually beginning to question your existence.”

Brendon stared at Spencer, his mouth hanging open in shock.

“I can’t believe you just said that, I don’t sound like that at all. You are no longer a friend of mine Spencer Smith!” Brendon gasped, scandalized.

“It’s true.” Jon said calmly, “You do actually sound like that.”

“That’s right Walker, take sides… and you, my favorite of everyone… how dare you!” The blush on Brendon’s face was creeping steadily lower as he waved his hands around severely for effect.

“I hope you’ve asked him out Bren…” Spencer’s voice was quiet and directed at Brendon, even though Frank and Jon could hear too.

“Brendon has a tragic time with boyfriends Frank; he tries, but they always end up leaving.” Spencer attempted to pat Brendon’s arm affectionately, whilst hiding a smirk in his own sleeve. Frank could only gape; by this point he resembled a slightly red fish out of water. He had no clue what to say, were they joking or being serious? He hated groups of friends and all their in jokes.

“Maybe if you toned it down from an eleven to say a three Brendon you wouldn’t scared them all away.” Ryan’s slow drawl came as a surprise to everyone at the table. He walked slowly around the table and squished on the end of the seat next to Spencer.

Brendon looked at Frank and waved his hand in Ryan’s direction.

“This sardonic little rain cloud is Ryan.”

“That wasn’t me being sardonic Brendon; that was me telling the truth. You scare your boyfriends away. See, truth.” He arched an eyebrow at Brendon and nudged Spencer’s shoulder in greeting.

Frank frowned at Ryan; Brendon had stopped squirming and just looked uncomfortable.

“It’s kinda lucky I don’t scare easily then.” He said to Ryan winking at Brendon as he spoke. Brendon perked up and shifted happily in his seat.

Frank got up to order more much needed coffee, and as soon as he left his seat Brendon was crowded by three overly interested friends.

“Something happened didn’t it?” Questioned Spencer, his face already lighting up.

“Spencer’s right,” said Jon, “You’re having breakfast with him; you’ve never invited your previous boyfriends to breakfast with us before.”

“He’s not my boyfriend and I don’t kiss and tell Walker, you know that; unlike some I have morals and standards.”

“No you don’t. You normally can’t wait to kick someone out of bed so you can tell us all about it.”

“Oh, right. Okay, so something might have happened. It might have been fun and people might have been satisfied. But that’s all I’m saying.”

After an hour or so Frank was starting to feel the effects of his coffee wearing off; he stifled a yawn against the back of his hand. Beside him Brendon didn’t appear to be faring much better; he was leaning heavily into Frank’s side, eyes drifting and unfocused. Jon turned to Spencer; he nodded his head in Frank and Brendon’s direction, Spencer smiled at him and nudged his elbow into Ryan’s side. Ryan looked at the almost sleeping couple and he rolled his eyes at Spencer and Jon; however, the corners of his lips lifted into a tiny but unmistakable smile.

“Brendon?” Ryan asked, the almost smile gone from his lips. Brendon blinked sleepily at him and snuggled closer to Frank’s side. He seemed to have come crashing down from his work high and was now almost fully asleep curled against Frank’s ribs. Ryan groaned and looked skeptically at his friends; Jon nudged Frank’s leg with his foot.

“Frank? You think maybe you could help me get him home?”

Ryan eyed Frank warily as he hauled Brendon to his feet, his weight heavy in his arms. Jon and Frank said their goodbyes to Spencer and Ryan; Jon and Spencer kissed softly and Ryan gave a small wave, eyes still on Frank who was struggling under the almost dead weight of Brendon. Ryan was heading back to his girlfriend’s house and Spencer had to get to work. Jon slipped an arm under one of Brendon’s and the two set off at a slow pace towards Brendon and Jon’s apartment.

“He likes you a lot you know.” Jon said, not taking his eyes off the sidewalk in front of him. This startled Frank, mainly because it was so straightforward and honest. People generally gave hints and skirted around issues such as these.

“Yeah, I know. If this is the part where you warn me not to hurt him, I have no intention of doing that. Ever.” Frank replied, he stopped suddenly and glanced over Brendon at Jon. He fixed Jon with his most genuine stare, as genuine as he could be on very little sleep and too much caffeine; hefted Brendon back into place and motioned them forward. Brendon was awake enough to snuggle into Frank’s shoulder as he walked, eyes mostly closed. Frank knew he could hear them, and guessed Brendon was more awake than he was letting on and was maybe pushing his luck.

They arrived at the apartment after walking a few blocks, but in the heat of the morning those few blocks had seemed like a hundred. Frank wondered, not for the first time, why he had moved to the desert; he could have stayed in New Jersey where it was almost certainly cooler.

The three of them squeezed awkwardly through the front door and Brendon was unceremoniously dumped onto the sofa. He curled on his side and closed his eyes. Sweat beaded on Frank’s face after the struggle of almost carrying Brendon up the stairs and he sat down heavily on Brendon’s legs. As soon as Frank laid his head against the back on the sofa, he knew he was doomed. His body grew heavy and his eyes closed.

Frank was pulled from a light sleep and a hazy dream by a toe digging into his thigh; he opened his eyes, which were turning a little bloodshot, to see Brendon attempting to pull his feet from under Frank’s legs. His lower half and Brendon’s legs were covered in a checkered blanket, courtesy of Jon.

Frank shifted a little to give Brendon room to move, Brendon pulled his legs out from under Frank and turned onto his back; he yawned loudly and kicked at the blanket now covering his feet. He moved around and slid ungracefully to the floor on his hands and knees. Brendon crawled along the floor and pushed himself up by placing both his hands on Frank’s knees.

Brendon smiled sleepily at Frank, grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. Frank tucked the blanket round his shoulders and followed Brendon along the corridor to his room.

The sun was shining bright through the open window when they entered the room, the clock on the bedside table read 11.37am. Frank squinted through his tired eyes as Brendon pulled the curtains shut and stripped out of his shirt and pants; Brendon climbed into bed and sighed significantly when he saw Frank standing staring at him.

“Frank…” Brendon sounded amused in a sleepy sort of way; he turned his face into the pillow and patted the empty space next to him on the bed. Frank shucked out of his pants and dropped his t-shirt to the floor; he climbed into the bed and pulled the light sheet over his legs. Brendon snuggled his head into Frank’s arm and fell asleep almost instantly.

Frank’s heart was pounding in his ears; every little puff of air escaping from Brendon’s lips was hitting Frank’s skin and making it tingle. He laid still, hand stroking the skin on the back of Brendon’s neck until he felt sleep overwhelming him again.

Frank woke up with the hot sun on this face, shining through a tiny gap in the curtains. He opened his eyes slowly taking in the small room with red walls and a black lampshade beside the bed. It took him a few minutes to remember where he was, but as the body next to him shifted memories came flooding back and he smiled serenely.

Brendon stretched slowly, working the kinks out of his muscles; he yawned and turned over to smile drowsily at Frank. He draped an arm around the smaller man’s waist and snuggled into Frank’s tattooed chest, humming his approval at the feeling of skin on skin.

Frank glanced at the clock on the bedside table, 6:15pm, another few hours before the shift started; he was hungry but food could wait. He snaked an arm slowly up Brendon’s back and draped it across his shoulders, hugging the sleepy man closer. Frank placed a soft kiss on Brendon’s temple and stared at the ceiling waiting for Brendon to wake up properly.

It didn’t take long; Frank knew from experience that once Brendon was out of his sleepy state his energy levels grew and grew. Brendon turned over onto his stomach and rested on his elbows; he grinned at Frank devilishly and pulled the light blanket off Frank’s chest. He traced his index finger over the words and images on Frank’s exposed skin. He poked at the birds on Frank’s stomach.

“I could look at these things all day; when you move, it looks like they’re flying.” He giggled and poked Frank’s side again, harder this time. Frank pulled his stomach away from Brendon’s probing fingers and caught his wrist with a free hand. He drew Brendon’s arm away from his stomach, Brendon’s fingers really were tickly, and pulled his wrist up to his lips.

Frank kissed the inside of Brendon’s wrist and sucked lightly on the skin there. Brendon’s skin was slightly salty from sweat and he sucked in a breath when Frank’s teeth nipped at the soft fleshy part of his hand. Frank stopped kissing Brendon’s palm, but held his hand to his lips; he looked up into Brendon’s eyes over the line of his fingers and smiled against Brendon’s skin.

Brendon moved his hand up to cup Frank’s face; he traced the line of his jaw and worked his hand around Frank’s neck and into his hair. Brendon leaned down, kissing Frank’s jaw line, using the hand on his neck he pulled lightly, exposing more of his throat. Brendon kissed the skin of Frank’s throat softly, just little butterfly kisses meant to tease the skin.

Frank raked his short fingernails up Brendon’s exposed sides urging him on. Brendon complied; he took Frank’s bottom lip into his mouth and sucked hard, nipping the soft pink skin between his teeth. Frank groaned; he placed his hands firmly on Brendon’s chest and pushed. He pushed Brendon up and off him, using the momentum and his weight to flip him onto his back. Slightly surprised by this move Brendon glanced at Frank, his mouth open and his breath coming out in ragged gasps. Frank grinned and sat up onto his knees.

Frank placed his palms flat against Brendon’s chest and looked him in the eyes. He ran his hand’s lightly down Brendon’s ribs, his hands resting for a second on the swell of Brendon’s hipbones. Brendon raised his hips wantonly off the bed, giving his assent and allowing Frank to remove his boxers. Frank tucked his fingers into the waistband and pulled them down, throwing them into a darkened corner of the room and out of sight. Brendon squirmed under Frank’s gaze and pulled himself further up the bed to rest his back and neck better on the pile of pillows. He stared down at Frank who just sat there, swirling patterns onto Brendon’s stomach with his fingertips.

“You quite comfy up there? I mean, I could wait... take your time.” Frank smiled and ran his index finger along the underside of Brendon’s growing erection.

Brendon tried in vain not to push his hips up to connect with Frank’s hand; he managed a strangled “Frank” while he fisted the sheets in a tight grip. Frank tapped on the inside of Brendon’s thighs with his other hand and Brendon opened his legs as asked. Frank crawled over Brendon’s leg and knelt down between them; he shimmied down slightly to get a better angle and licked experimentally over the head of Brendon’s dick.

Brendon groaned loudly at the touch of Frank’s tongue; he gripped the headboard with one hand and moved the other towards Frank’s hair. Frank took the head into his mouth and swirled his tongue, lapping at the pre-come already there. Frank noticed, to his amusement, Brendon’s hand creeping lower and closer to his head; he reached out and took the hand, tangling Brendon’s fingers in his hair.

Frank sucked his way slowly down Brendon’s erection, humming occasionally when Brendon tightened his grip on Frank’s hair. He fisted what he couldn’t fit into his mouth. He sucked harder, earning a deep throaty moan from Brendon. Frank began to work his way back up and set up an agonizingly slow rhythm, squeezing the base and holding Brendon’s twitching hips still. Frank pulled off with a wet pop to give his tired jaw a rest; he blew cold air over the length of Brendon’s dick and took it into his mouth again.

He swallowed Brendon as best as he could, throat working convulsively as Frank attempted not to gag. Brendon’s hips moved erratically and he gripped Frank’s hair tightly, holding his head in place. Franks teeth scrapped lightly at the underside of Brendon’s dick and the mix of pain and pleasure was enough to push him over the edge; his body stiffened and he attempted to pull Frank back by his hair. Frank swallowed, still attempting not to be choked and licked Brendon clean.

Frank crawled up the length of Brendon’s body and pushed his sweaty hair off his face; he nuzzled into the side of Brendon’s neck and listened to his breathing calm down. Frank licked the palm of his hand and slipped it under the waistband of his own boxers; he jerked himself off slowly, taking his time to watch and enjoy the faces Brendon made as he watched the slow slip-slide of Frank’s hand under the fabric.

Frank twisted his hand and thumbed the head of his cock; he bit his bottom lip between his teeth, leaving marks in the soft skin. Brendon licked the shell of Frank’s ear and whispered, “Come for me Frank.” Frank’s eyes squeezed tight and his mouth opened in a silent moan, his body shook as his orgasm rolled over him in waves. Brendon leaned down to capture Frank’s mouth in a kiss, swallowing the tiny gasps Frank was making.

The two lay back, sweat clinging to their skin and making the sheets stick uncomfortably to their legs. Frank stripped out of his sticky boxers and dropped them on the floor. He yawned and stretched his arms over his head; he enjoyed the sleepy warm feeling still hovering over his body. Spectacular orgasms were definitely one of his favorite ways to start the day.

Brendon stirred, unable to stay still any longer. He climbed out of bed and tugged on his boxers from the previous day; he padded out of the room leaving Frank dozing in bed. He returned a few minutes later carrying two glasses of orange juice and a box of pop tarts under his arm.

“Pop tarts and juice, breakfast of champions.” He handed a glass to Frank and leapt back onto the bed as smoothly as he could. Frank helped himself to the sugary breakfast treats and laughed when Brendon got crumbs all over his chest and stomach.

A week passed, and Brendon and Frank had yet to set a time for their date; both working constantly, too tired to do much but eat and crash after each shift. Finally Frank got tired of waiting and cornered Brendon in the bathroom of his apartment after Brendon had stayed the night.

“This date you promised me, we’re going, I don’t care where but it’s happening.”

Brendon turned to look at Frank, toothbrush hanging from his mouth,

“Okay.” He replied, flecks of toothpaste escaping from his lips. He was using Frank’s toothbrush, again.

“Food and a movie… somewhere with air conditioning. It will be fabulous. Honestly Bren, I usually never sleep with a guy before we’ve at least gone on one date. I have no idea what happened with you.” Frank smiled sheepishly at Brendon taking the toothbrush offered to him, toothpaste already applied.

“I won you over with my irresistible charm and I’m special.”

“Yeah, short bus special.” Frank replied; more toothpaste splattered from his mouth to cover the mirror in tiny white specks.

part 3

bigbang "High Rollers, Higer Stakes" (3/4)

2008-06-12T23:10:23Z

Frank raced up the stairs and knocked enthusiastically at the apartment door, he waited impatiently, tapping his foot along to a song stuck in his head. He and Brendon had had to beg and plead to get people to cover their respective shifts at the club. One of the day guys, Alex, had agreed to work a double shift to cover for Brendon and Maja and Greta had taken pity on Frank and agreed to work twice as hard to cover his tables.

Everyone at the club was happy that Frank and Brendon had finally taken their heads out of their asses and realized how crazy they were about each other. Their first ‘official’ date had been welcomed by everyone at the club, including Zack, who was sick and tired of catching them making out in dark corners of his ‘respectable’ business.

Jon answered the door, a beer in one hand and the TV remote tucked under his arm.

“Hey Jon, Brendon ready yet?”

“Um, I think you better come in Frank; I think your date’s been cancelled.”

Frank’s expression fell and he followed Jon slowly into the apartment.

“Beer?” Jon asked him, Frank nodded mutely. Jon motioned him over to the couch to sit and handed him the cold drink.

“Where’s Brendon?” Frank asked his voice laced with concern and his stomach twisting nervously. Was Jon breaking up with him, was Brendon too much of a coward to come out and do it himself? With all the work put into setting this date up, was Brendon realizing that being with Frank would be too much hard work?

“He’s in his room; he’s been in there a while. Frank, how much has he told you about his past?”

Frank was a little thrown by the question and now that Jon brought it up, Brendon hadn’t really discussed his life before he met Frank.

“Not much really. Jon, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know if I should be the one to tell you this, Brendon will probably be mad at me, but he needs someone now and he won’t talk to me, Ryan or Spencer. There’s nothing more he can say to us or we can say to him. Maybe a new voice, a new perspective would help him. Frank, Brendon’s first boyfriend seemed like a nice guy and outwardly he was; everyone liked him and he was really taken with Brendon. They broke up just after Brendon turned eighteen; everyone was a little surprised, they had seemed happy enough. Brendon stopped being Brendon. He was quiet for a long time; he moved out of his parent’s house and moved in with me, he stayed in his room and didn’t really go anywhere.

About a year after they split up Brendon had a sort of nervous breakdown; he talked to Ryan. Apparently the guy had been abusive, he never touched Brendon and was never violent; he was more emotionally abusive. He told Brendon he was worthless, that he was too much of an idiot for anyone to care about. He shattered Brendon’s self esteem and it’s taken a long time for him to get back to normal. The thing is he’s not back to how he was; Ryan was right, Brendon scares his boyfriends away. He gets to a certain point, where things are just starting to go well and he freaks out. Most of them can’t handle it and leave. I think you might be different; at least, I hope you are, for your sake at least. Ryan thinks maybe you’ll split.”

Frank sat through Jon’s explanation, nodded his head thoughtfully and hummed when appropriate. He sat for a few minutes, not really saying much; just thinking things through. Jon spoke again after taking a long drink from the beer in his own hand.

“He bumped into that guy today on the Strip today. I think it’s the first time he’s seen him since they broke up. I’ve never seen Brendon look as scared as he did when he got home.”

Frank handed his half empty beer to Jon and asked, “Is it alright if I…?” He pointed in the direction of Brendon’s bedroom.

“Yeah sure, don’t tell him what I told you; if he tells you to leave please respect his decision. I’ll be out here if you need me.”

Frank nodded again and walked down the corridor to Brendon’s room. He knocked gently on the doorframe and pushed the door open. Brendon was lying on his bed in an old faded t-shirt and shorts; his headphones blared music into his ears and his eyes were closed. Frank stopped next to Brendon’s bed and nudged at his side with his fingers. Brendon’s eyes shot open in surprise; he sat up and removed his headphones.

“I thought Jon would tell you to go away.”

“Do you want me to?”

Brendon turned his head away; he looked out of the small window and into the blue sky outside.

“Brendon?”

Brendon spoke, his head still turned away from Frank, “I know I’m hard to take, I get that. I’m an idiot. I’m loud and I hug people far too much; but I’m just me, I can’t change who I am.” Brendon had given this a lot of thought; he turned to Frank finally, his face defiant.

“You don’t have to tell me, but…” Frank started.

“I know Jon told you everything; he’s worried, he worries too much.”

“Oh, okay.” Frank shifted; he wondered if Brendon would kick him out if he sat down. “You are amazing and strong and yes, and idiot… but that’s why people love you.” He grinned and grabbed Brendon’s hand, squeezing his fingers. Sometimes Frank forgot how much younger than him Brendon was, times like this reminded him. Brendon looked like a child, tucked up in bed; his old t-shirt rumpled and his face pale.

“I’m sorry about our date.” Brendon said, squeezing Frank’s fingers in response.

“It’s fine; I can go if you want to be alone.”

“No, stay.” Brendon tugged Frank closer to him, “I’m glad Jon told you, I couldn’t figure out how to bring it up. ‘Oh hey, I’m an emotional train wreck; please don’t hate me if I get all weird and stupid.’ Yeah, that’s a real conversation starter.”

Frank rested his knees on the edge of Brendon’s bed for a few minutes, their fingers still entwined. Brendon had closed his eyes and was rubbing his thumb along the side of Frank’s hand. Frank pulled his hand away slowly, disentangling their fingers and whispered, “I’ll be right back.” He went out into the living room and took his beer from the floor beside Jon’s feet; he drank the rest of the bottle and sighed.

“I think he’ll be okay, we’re going to stay in tonight, maybe watch a movie. I don’t think he’d be up to putting on actual clothes or even getting out of bed.”

“I’m sorry this happened tonight, I know he was looking forward to wining and dining you; he had his outfit picked out and everything, Spencer and Ryan both came over to help.” Jon smiled; he took Frank’s empty bottle and threw it in the trash. He came back a few minutes later carrying a small gray box.

“Here, you might need this.” Jon handed the box to Frank, on closer inspection the word ‘PORN’ was written across the top in bright pink glitter pen.

“Jon, I don’t think porn is the answer right now; maybe later.”

“Open it.”

Frank opened the lid, a small laugh rumbled through him and he smiled at the contents.

“You guys have a super secret stash of Disney DVDs. This is possibly the gayest house I’ve ever been in.” Frank ran his fingers over the familiar titles, lined up in alphabetical order.

“Hey, shut up. My old roommate wouldn’t let me put them on the DVD shelf; so I had to disguise them. The collection’s grown a lot since Brendon moved in. I suggest you start at the beginning, Aladdin’s his favorite. He’ll sing all the songs, but then again something tells me you will too.”

Jon laughed and clapped Frank on the shoulder with his hand.

“There’s cold beer in the fridge and food in the cupboards. The pop tarts and Capri-Sun are in the end one.”

“You’re not staying?” Frank questioned.

“Nah, I’ve got plans with Spencer, dinner with his family or something.” Jon blushed a little and grinned at his own words. He picked up his bag and turned to leave, “Oh and Frank. Don’t let him watch Dumbo; he cries as soon as that baby elephant visits his mom in elephant prison, it’s the song it sets him off.”

Fran blushed and looked down at the box in his hands, running his fingers along the edges.

“You guys are perfect for each other. Here.” Jon handed Frank a family sized box of tissues and waved as he left the apartment.

Frank headed back to Brendon’s room, carrying the box, a packet of pop tarts and a few Capri-sun pouches. He had tucked two beer bottles into his pockets.

“You don’t think Spencer would mind if I borrowed or maybe stole Jon for a while, do you?”

“Um… as long as you gave him back the way you found him and he wasn’t debauched, I don’t think he’d mind. Why?”

“No reason. He’s just kinda awesome.”

They settled down into the bed, sang their way through Aladdin and ended up skipping Dumbo. Frank decided he still hadn’t been on a date with Brendon yet, no sense in letting him see him cry.

Frank was running late; for the third time in a month he wasn’t on time for his shift. It wasn’t really his fault; between working at the club, spending time with Brendon and trying to keep up with his friends, he was getting very little sleep and was getting worse at keeping time.

He rushed through the front doors, ducking his head in an effort to avoid being noticed by the boss. The last thing he needed was a reprimand. Frank stumbled quickly along to the staff suite but was stopped by the sounds of raised voices coming from within.

“Don’t give me that bullshit Patrick. You know how I feel about him.” Bob’s words were cut short by Patrick’s angry retort.

“I know fine well how you feel; you tell me every damn day. Why can’t you just give it a rest?!”

Bob responded, his voice quieter than it had been. “You just don’t see it. The way he looks at you, the touches. He flirts with you and you do nothing to stop him.”

“PETE’S STRAIGHT!” How many times do I have to tell you Bob? You’re PARANOID.” Patrick yelled, his voice cracking with emotion.

“Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better; but I don’t believe it. I just don’t trust him.”

“You mean you don’t trust me? Thanks, glad to know where we stand.”

The door to the suite was pushed open and Patrick came through looking harassed and angry. He glared at Frank as he pushed past him without a word. Frank stepped quietly through the door. Bob was standing, fists clenched at his sides; he was breathing deeply in an effort to calm himself down.

“What was that all about?” Frank asked curiously.

Bob snapped; all of his anger towards Patrick was suddenly directed at Frank.

“It’s none of your fucking business Iero!” Bob shouted, pushing Frank out of his way as he exited the room. Frank was left dazed and hurt by Bob’s outburst. Bob’s words had stung; Frank was only being a concerned friend.

Over the next few weeks there was a tension hanging over the club; Patrick and Bob had been quiet since their fight, but seemed to have come to an agreement not to discuss it. Things had calmed down; Patrick relaxed more and his smile returned. Bob silently apologized for his outburst at Frank. When Frank entered the club a few days after Bob had yelled at him, Bob stopped him with a hand to his shoulder. Frank had braced himself for more angry words; the slight punch on the shoulder and the sheepish expression Bob had thrown him surprised him. Frank had grinned back and all was forgotten between the two of them.

Brendon had cut his hours down after school started up again. Although he had mostly day classes, he needed to sleep and have time to do homework. Frank was trying to pick up the slack but now that summer was over and fall was approaching the club wasn’t as busy.

Frank had also become a regular at breakfast with Brendon and his friends. He liked Jon and kept threatening to steal him away; the only thing that kept him at bay was Spencer’s steely glare. Spencer, Frank found out, was probably the most talkative of all of them; Brendon obviously wasn’t included in this as he could talk a person to death. Ryan even seemed to trust Frank was sticking around and stopped looking at him like he was about to fling Brendon into the nearest ditch.

“You guys have to help me. You know I can’t plan things on my own; I need constant supervision… leave me alone and we’ll end up with a few balloons and no cake. Frank will be sad, and I’ll cry, you know I will.” Brendon pouted his best pout, gave his most earnest puppy eyes and hoped his friends would take pity on him. They were sitting outside of the Starbucks Jon worked at; he was on his break and Brendon had called ‘an emergency meeting’.

“Why you couldn’t just invite us over to your apartment to discuss this beats me.” Ryan said before taking a sip of his venti mocha frappuccino.

“Because, this is supposed to be a surprise and Frank could walk in and hear at our place, plus here we get delicious coffee made by the world’s prettiest barista.” Brendon batted his eyelashes at Jon and lifted his tea to his lips.

“Who has a birthday on Halloween anyway? It’s creepy.” Ryan answered, ignoring Brendon’s perfectly sensible reasons for their meeting place.

“I think it’s cool. We can have like a fancy dress thing since you’ll both be dressed up like furries anyway.” Jon raised his hands to his head and made what looked like bunny ear gestures to Brendon.

“HEY. Not furries, playboy bunnies. Way more classy!”

Spencer grinned, setting his coffee down his whispered in Jon’s ear; Brendon looked over curiously as Jon cracked up, he laughed so hard he could barely draw breath. He turned to Spencer and smiled when Spencer’s hand patted him on the back lightly and rubbed small circles.

“Spencer had the most brilliant idea; you need to get us a spare uniform. We have to dress Ryan up like a playboy bunny.”

October thirtieth bled into the thirty-first, Frank’s birthday. The shift at the club finished like every other night; Frank and Brendon waved to their friends as they walked out onto the street, the first rays of sun lighting the morning sky. Brendon held Frank’s hand as they walked down the strip in the direction of Frank’s apartment.

“Happy Birthday Frank,” said Brendon, his lips brushing Frank’s cheek as they walked.

“Thanks. Happy Halloween.” Frank held up their entwined hands and grinned as he kissed Brendon’s knuckles.

Frank was tired but he could still feel the excited tug this day always brought; his nerves seemed on edge and every touch from Brendon sent shivers down his body. They reached the small apartment and pushed through the front door in a tangle of limbs. Frank’s apartment was incredibly small, the front door leading through into the living room that held little more than a couch and the TV; books, newspapers and shoes were strewn about the floor but it didn’t seem messy.

The kitchen connected to the living room and was in the same state of disarray. Frank’s bedroom was sparsely decorated, with a bed and a dresser, clothes were thrown around and there were still some unpacked boxes in the corner even though Frank had lived there for more than six months.

Frank and Brendon kissed as they made their way slowly to the bedroom, stripping out of their clothes as they went. Brendon got his t-shirt stuck over his head, his glasses catching on the material as he tugged it higher. Frank had to help extract him to stop Brendon losing an eye.

“Wait…” Brendon panted, prizing Frank’s hands off his waist. Frank stared at him in disbelief. They rarely got enough time to do this and Brendon wanted to make Frank wait, and on his birthday, that was just not on. He huffed and pawed at Brendon’s ribs with his fingers.

“Stop pouting, I have presents, they’re good I promise.” Brendon turned around and tugged his boxers back into place, Frank had been steadily inching them down over his hips. He walked over to Frank’s dresser and pulled open the bottom drawer; Frank’s jeans and a few t-shirts and other things were stuffed into the drawer and Brendon rummaged around until he produced a small red bag from the back.

Brendon dropped down onto the bed and pulled Frank with him. He handed over the bag and grinned as Frank tore into the first gift. Frank’s expression changed from one of curiosity to excitement, he waved the little bottle of warming lube at Brendon and smirked.

“Best gift ever,” he exclaimed, throwing the bottle at Brendon. Brendon placed it to one side and nodded for Frank to keep going.

“Massage oil?” Frank sounded surprised when he unwrapped the second gift, the bottle of lavender oil gripped in his hand he looked curiously at Brendon.

“Yeah, you’ve been complaining about your back for weeks and I give killer massages; I thought it might be nice.” He smiled shyly at Frank and took the second bottle out of his hands.

There was one gift left in the bag, a small envelope that Frank pulled out hesitantly. He opened it and gasped.

“Brendon, this is too much, I can’t accept it.” Frank looked over the paper; Brendon had paid for Frank to add to his tattoo collection with an appointment with his favorite artist.

“Shut up, yes you can. I expect something equally as awesome on my birthday, just so you know.”

Brendon took the bag out of Frank’s hands and placed it on the floor; he leaned over and kissed Frank’s cheek.

“Lay down.” Brendon kissed his way along Frank’s jaw. Frank pulled off his shirt and crawled onto his bed; he sat with his legs out in front of him and his hands resting on the comforter, bracing himself. Brendon crawled up Frank’s legs and reached around him to fluff the pillows; he sat back, his knees on either side of Frank’s and placed a hand on Frank’s bare chest.

“I said lay down Frank.” Brendon pushed lightly on Frank’s chest and Frank relented; he lowered himself down onto the bed, his shoulders and head resting on the newly fluffed pillows. Brendon smiled down at Frank; he unbuttoned his own shirt and stripped it off, dropping it beside the bed. Brendon unbuttoned Frank’s jeans, “Up” he said, as he raised Frank’s hips off the bed to pull his jeans off. Brendon crawled back up Frank’s legs.

“Brendon, my socks.” Frank lifted up a leg and wiggled his foot around; Brendon looked behind him and rolled his eyes. He grabbed Frank’s foot and pulled off the sock, Frank lifted his other foot so Brendon could get the other one too. Brendon ran his hands up Frank’s legs and shifted closer to him, inching up his thighs. Brendon wriggled, slipped a few times, but managed to take off his own jeans without getting off Frank’s legs.

“Turn over.” Brendon whispered, his face pressed into Frank’s shoulder. Frank complied; rolling onto his stomach, he pulled the pillow under his cheek. Brendon trailed his hands softly down Frank’s back; he was sitting on the back of Frank’s thighs and straddling his legs. Frank closed his eyes and sighed; he tilted his hips back when Brendon’s hands strayed over his waist.

Brendon grabbed the bottle of massage oil and squirted some into his palm; he rubbed his hands together, the fresh scent of lavender filling the air. Frank inhaled deeply beneath him and almost groaned in anticipation. Brendon warmed the liquid between his palms and rubbed his hands over Frank’s shoulders. He rubbed small circles with the tips of his fingers into Frank’s neck and up into his hair line.

Frank wriggled under him and rolled his shoulders. Brendon smiled and moved his hands to Frank’s shoulder blades, working them in a steady rhythm. He moved down Frank’s spine, his fingers digging into the muscles looking for knots. Frank’s lower back had been giving him problems for a few weeks; so Brendon concentrated on the muscles there.

He kneaded the skin, easing the tension in Frank’s muscles until he felt Frank relax beneath his fingertips. Brendon changed the pressure he was using; he worked his thumbs in small circles and then used the palms of his hands to smooth the oil into Frank’s skin. He leaned over every now and then to place a gentle kiss to the back of Frank’s neck.

Frank groaned loudly when Brendon’s thumb pressed into a tight knot in the muscle at the base of his spine. The sound reverberated through Frank’s chest and up through Brendon’s fingers. Brendon whimpered at the sound; he shifted above Frank and tried to get comfortable, he wanted this to be good for Frank, to ease the pain he had been in. Frank groaned again, and it was too much for Brendon.

“Frank… turn over onto your back.”

Frank looked back over his shoulder at Brendon, his eyes questioning. He took in Brendon’s flushed cheeks and half lidded eyes and rolled over.

Frank reached over to the bedside table for the tube, but Brendon beat him to it. Brendon squirted the warming lube onto his fingers and trailed a slick finger down Frank’s chest, marveling at the heat already coming from the sticky substance. Brendon pushed himself onto his knees and prepared himself, inserting one slicked finger and then two. He arched his back at the sensation and bit into his bottom lip as he stretched himself. Frank watched, his hands rubbing a path up and down Brendon’s thighs. Brendon removed his fingers and looked down glassy-eyed at Frank, who was trying his best to relax and not come from just watching Brendon touch himself.

Brendon rolled a condom onto Frank and applied more of the lube; he lifted himself up onto his knees and lowered himself. Frank gripped Brendon’s hips, slowing his movements; he couldn’t stop himself thrusting up.

Brendon set up a slow rhythm, mindful of Frank’s sore back; he circled his hips and gripped at Frank’s arms. He bent over to kiss Frank and only pulled away when Frank’s breathing became unsteady, little ragged breathy moans escaped his lips. Frank’s grip tightened on Brendon’s hips and he thrust his hips erratically; Brendon arched and bowed his back to meet Frank’s thrusts and adjust the angle.

Sweat beaded on Frank’s face and chest, he titled his head back, his breath coming out in loud pants; he could feel his orgasm building in the bottom of his stomach and wanted Brendon to come when he did. He moved his hand from Brendon’s hip and across his stomach, reaching for his erection blindly. He gripped Brendon’s dick and squeezed.

Brendon pushed himself away from Frank’s chest to give him space and wrapped his own hand around Frank’s helping him quicken his pace. Brendon’s hand stilled, his back arched and he came, a high keening sound escaping his mouth. A few more thrusts and Frank came too, the hand still on Brendon’s hip gripped tight enough to leave marks.

Brendon fell forward onto Frank’s chest, their sweat and come mingling between them; he kissed Frank’s cheek and the spot behind Frank’s ear and rolled off of Frank to go clean up.

Frank lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. His eyes were half closed and unfocussed; he felt warm and sleepy again. Brendon padded back into the room quietly carrying a small towel; he handed it to Frank and climbed back under the covers. Frank quickly cleaned himself and tugged the sheet back over his chest. Brendon yawned and snuggled into Frank’s chest, he was asleep within minutes. Frank drifted off soon after, Brendon’s flyaway hairs tickling his neck.

When Frank woke up, his skin was clammy and Brendon was curled around his torso, his leg thrown over Frank’s possessively. He yawned and stretched his muscles. He glanced over at the massage oil Brendon had bought; Brendon gave the best birthday gifts.

The party was organized for Halloween night. It was a fairly busy night at the club so extra staff had been asked to work to cover the amount of customers through the door. Zack had given them all the same specific instructions he did every year.

“I know you just want to have fun tonight guys, but this is still a business, my business, and I want everyone to act like professionals. No stupid costumes, no over the top makeup, no silly joke or games. Save it for when your shift is over.”

Zack had agreed that at midnight everyone could stop and sing Happy Birthday to Frank and eat some cake, Frank didn’t know this though and he was a little down that the rest of his friends had seemingly forgotten his birthday. Brendon and Frank arrived early, changed into their bunny outfits and sat around in the suite waiting for their shift to start.

Frank sighed; he didn’t mean to, he was sitting on Brendon’s knee twirling his fingers through the hair at Brendon’s neck and thinking about his family. He missed spending his birthday with them, he thought too about friends from home and some friends in Vegas that he wouldn’t be seeing. His thoughts flickered briefly to Gerard; he had told Brendon about the guy he moved here for, how they had grown apart in their relationship and how they had finally split. Frank, like Brendon, liked to try and keep the past in the past, and it worked for the most part. They didn’t often discuss it and Frank liked it better that way.

“Frankie Iero, what in the hell are you wearing?”

Frank stopped short, he recognized that voice and it made his stomach flutter with excitement. Frank turned slowly; he was faced with a tall slightly skinny guy, his hair fell into his face and his lips quirked into a mischievous smile.

“Holy Shit. Mikey Fucking Way.” Frank lunged forward and tripped over his own feet in his haste and threw his arms around Mikey’s neck. He buried his face into Mikey’s shoulder.

“What are you doing here?”

“I called your mom; she said you weren’t coming home for your birthday. I couldn’t miss it; I haven’t missed celebrating your illustrious birth in years. Happy Birthday Frankie.”

“Thanks. How did you know I’d be here?”

“Only one place in Vegas has bunny people working for them. Honestly Frank, please tell me this is a Halloween costume.”

Frank pulled away and looked down at his body; his skin was flushed from the heat of the club.

“Nope, this is the outfit. It used to be worse; these ears were once pink.” Frank screwed up his face and rolled his eyes. Mikey smiled and touched his fingers to Frank’s bunny ears laughing. Frank looked up at Mikey, his face suddenly serious.

“Is Gerard with you?” His stomach twisted nervously.

Mikey looked back over his shoulder and nodded in the direction of the bar. “Yeah, he’s getting drinks. I didn’t want to come alone man.”

Carrying a drink in each hand, a man only slightly shorter than Mikey emerged from the crowd. He smiled at them both and Frank tried very hard not to stare at him; his dark hair framed his pale face and he had a tired look about him.

“Happy Birthday Frank. You look good, half nakedness becomes you.”

Frank’s hands automatically covered his stomach; he suddenly felt nervous and exposed when he knew he shouldn’t.

“Um, thanks. You too, the looking good part I mean.” He glanced over Gerard’s body; the tight pants and black shirt he was wearing did look amazing on him.

Brendon walked past and Frank stuck his arm out and grabbed him, he pulled him closer to the two men.

“Mikey, Gerard, this is Brendon. He’s my…” Frank struggled for words; although he and Brendon were dating they had never used the term ‘boyfriend’. He took a breath and squared his shoulders, “he’s my boyfriend. Brendon, this is Mikey, he’s an old friend from Jersey; and this is his brother, Gerard.”

Brendon shook hands with both Mikey and Gerard; if he noticed Frank’s use of the term boyfriend for the first time, he didn’t say anything.

“It’s nice to meet you both. You’re here to celebrate Frank’s birthday too?”

“Yeah, I flew in as a surprise.” Mikey replied; he nudged Frank’s arm with his fist, “He doesn’t visit home as much as he should. I figured I could visit Gee at the same time.” Mikey smiled at his brother.

“Brendon, your drinks are up.” Patrick’s voice cut through the crowd and Brendon waved in his direction.

“I gotta go, nice to meet you both.” He looked at Gerard and a slight uneasiness crept across his face. Frank noticed; he nodded reassuringly at Brendon as he left to go wait on his tables. Frank watched him leave before turning back to his friends.

When Frank turned around Mikey was gone; Gerard either didn’t notice or had seen him leave. Gerard raised his glass to his lips and took a sip; he sucked an ice cube into his mouth and crunched it before asking, “So that’s him, huh?”

Frank glanced after Brendon again before smiling at Gerard, his face lit up when he smiled clearly displaying his happiness.

“Yeah, that’s him. You didn’t seem surprised when I introduced him.”

Gerard shook his head slightly, his hair falling around his cheeks, “Mikey told me you were dating someone new. He’s nice. I like him; he’s not the kind of guy I thought you’d go for, but he’s nice and he suits you.”

Frank’s face softened as he leaned closer to Gerard.

“He makes me smile.” He said as a small private smile crossed his lips.

“The kind of smiles I couldn’t?”

“Yes. Something like that.”

Gerard pulled Frank into a loose hug, “I’m glad you’re happy Frank. I thought you might have gone back to Jersey after…”

“After you moved me out here and broke my heart? Nah, I like it here. I mean it’s different, but different isn’t a bad thing.”

part 4

Bigbang "High Rollers, Higher Stakes" (4/4)

2008-06-12T23:07:34Z

Brendon scrunched in close to Jon’s side. Ryan, Spencer and Jon were, as Jon put it, ‘propping up the bar and waiting for cake’. The three of them had made a mediocre effort of dressing up for the occasion. Ryan had on several scarves and a waistcoat, when asked what he was supposed to be he answered, “If it isn’t obvious to you, then I’m not telling.” He was concealing the fluffy bunny tail Spencer had insisted he wore by pressing his back firmly against the bar.

Spencer protested, almost to the point of violence, when Jon had presented him with a costume earlier in the day and had only given in and gone half way when Jon had promised sexual favors. Spencer had on a white shirt and had a pair of angel wings tied to his back. Jon had, of course, put on a black outfit and arranged a pair of devil horns on his head. He abandoned the tiny red pitchfork when Brendon got excited and almost poked his own eye out.

Jon unlaced his fingers from Spencer’s and threw his arm around Brendon’s shoulders. Brendon sighed and looked longingly over to where Frank and Gerard were deep in conversation obviously catching up after so long apart. Spencer followed Brendon’s eyes and asked,

“Who’s that?”

“That’s Gerard, his ex.” Brendon replied, sighing again and snuggling closer to Jon.

“Whoa, he’s hot.” Exclaimed Jon. Brendon pulled quickly away and Spencer stepped away from Jon’s other side. Jon suddenly felt very cold. Brendon looked at Jon sadly and cuddled into Ryan’s shoulder until Ryan opened up his arms enough to hug him. Spencer glared un-amused at Jon and shoved his hands firmly onto his hips; he considered adding a foot tap but knew that the hips were making their point.

“Did I say hot? I meant creepy, incredibly creepy.” Jon stammered, under Spencer’s glare his lisp became more pronounced.

Spencer rolled his eyes and let his hands slip from his hips. “Yeah, whatever.” He muttered. Jon wrapped his arms around Spencer’s waist and shimmied towards him.

“You’re far hotter than he is Spencer Smith.” Jon kissed Spencer’s jaw and then his lips; Spencer smiled and kissed back briefly. He looked over Jon’s shoulder at Brendon and shuffled around to grab Brendon’s arm; he tugged him forward to squeeze the back of Brendon’s neck and rubbed a small pattern on his shoulder blades in comfort.

Frank cleared his throat; Brendon turned around and untangled himself from Spencer’s hands.

“Hey.”

“Hey. You guys mind if I steal my boyfriend for a dance?”

Spencer and Ryan both shook their heads and Jon muttered, “Steal away”, hiding his grin against Spencer’s arm. Brendon looked around for Gerard and noticed him huddled in a corner with Mikey, lost in conversation. Mikey was pointing at things in the club and looking both amused and interested.

Frank led Brendon onto the small dance floor; the song playing had a fast beat but Frank linked his hands behind Brendon’s neck and started a slow dance, ignoring the rhythm of the music completely. He noticed Brendon’s expression and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Brendon pouted; he looked like he was preparing for a full on sulk. “Gerard’s hotter than me.” He said. Frank stepped back slightly to look properly at Brendon. He cocked his head to the side.

“He’s different than you.” He replied, stepping closer again.

“He’s not how I imagined him at all. He’s a little intimidating. Jon thinks he’s creepy.”

“Yeah, he gets that a lot. What did you think he’d be like?”

“I dunno. Like an older version of me.”

Frank laughed; he threw his head back and laughed so hard he literally snorted.

“There’s no one in the world like you Bren, seriously, the world couldn’t handle another you.”

Frank continued to giggle as he tucked his head under Brendon’s chin. Brendon’s smile was so wide it could be seen clear across the room.

“FRANK.” Patrick yelled over from the bar. Frank pulled Brendon off the dance floor and over to the bar.

“What?”

“I just got a call from Zack, he said to tell you to ‘put your boy toy down and get back to work, those tables aren’t going to wait on themselves.’ He also might have added a happy birthday in there somewhere, but you didn’t hear it from me.” Patrick winked at them both and went back to filling drinks.

At midnight the staff and a few of Frank’s friends gathered around the main bar; Patrick produced a huge cake shaped like a pumpkin and covered in candles from inside the storage fridge. Everyone sang happy birthday, even Zack came down from his office and joined in, then promptly told them all to ‘get back to work’ smiling at Frank as he crammed a piece of cake into Brendon’s mouth.

The months between Halloween and Christmas were a blur to Frank; a constant cycle of work, sleep and tiny snatches of life. The club wasn’t as busy as it was during the summer months but it was by no means empty. Frank was kept busy filling in and covering extra shifts because some of the staff, Brendon included, had school during the week. The girls thought it would be a great idea to try and raise some money for different charities in the area by holding a special event the week before Christmas.

The Saturday before Christmas, Frank found himself in the packed club attempting to squeeze through the masses of people to try to do his job. Every now and again Greta’s voice could be heard, amplified over the crowds of people.

“Our next lot is… Patrick Stump; where is he? Come on Patrick get up here.”

Patrick sighed and slung the towel over the bar, he walked to the stage to catcalls and whistles from the other staff members. As he passed Bob, he smiled nervously but winked at his boyfriend. Patrick climbed onto the stage and smiled at Greta, microphone in hand, already talking to the audience about the man before them.

“This lovely specimen of manhood is Patrick; he’s twenty three and likes long walks on the beach. Who’ll start the bidding? Do I hear five hundred dollars?”

“Five hundred right here.” All eyes turned to see Pete smirking behind his decks. Patrick glanced at Bob who was looking slightly annoyed; he shrugged his shoulders.

“Six hundred.” Bob raised his voice and his hand.

“Bob Bryar you are not allowed to bid, you get Patrick all the time give someone else a chance.” Greta’s voice piped up over the quiet background music.

Bob turned to Frank and looked pleadingly at him “Bid on him. I would really like to spend some of this holiday with my boyfriend. We can’t let Pete win.”

Frank waved his hand to get Greta’s attention. “Six hundred here Greta.”

“We have six hundred, any advances?”

“One thousand dollars.” Pete’s voice was clear and confident.

“We have one thousand dollars, any advances on one thousand? Come on folks, a thousand dollars is an insult to this man.” Greta shoved Patrick forward with her shoulder as she encouraged the crowd.

“Fifteen hundred dollars.”

Patrick’s eyes quickly scanned the crowd to see the new bidder. A young woman with blonde hair and a light blush covering her pretty features waved her hand.

“We have fifteen hundred, any advances?”

“Two thousand dollars.” Pete’s voice carried over the din.

Bob glared at Frank, eyes wide and pleading. “Come on Frank, out bid him.”

Franks shook his head, “I can’t Bob, I don’t have two thousand dollars, I’m sorry.”

On the stage, Patrick’s eyes scanned the crowd; he locked eyes with Bob, silently asking if he was going to bid anymore. Bob raised his hands in a defeated motion; he couldn’t outbid Pete.

“We have two thousand dollars, any other takers?”

Greta waited for any other bids before turning in Pete’s direction and saying, “Two thousand, going once, going twice, SOLD to Mr. Wentz for two thousand dollars. Enjoy your date guys.”

Pete slowly walked over to the stage and held his hand out for Patrick to take. Patrick gently took the offered hand and climbed down from the stage and out of the spotlight; Pete smiled at him as he led him back to the bar. Bob looked devastated and angry as he slipped quietly away from Frank’s side and headed back to work.

Frank went back to waiting on his tables, half listening to Greta’s voice calling out the ‘lots’. When Brendon’s name echoed around the club Frank took notice. The thought of spending a moment of holiday time away from Brendon was a little hard to take, but both he and Brendon had agreed that Frank couldn’t afford to spend money at an auction and didn’t need to buy his way into Brendon’s pants anyway; but it still hurt a little.

“Brendon Urie ladies and gentlemen. What’ll you give me for an evening of pleasure and seduction from this lovely young thing?” Brendon walked confidently to the front of the stage and pouted playfully at the crowd, he batted his eyelashes a few times before turning his back on the audience and wiggling his ass cheekily.

“Can I start the bidding at five hundred dollars?”

“Five Thousand Dollars!” Every eye in the club turned to find a woman stiffly holding up her withered hand. Frank stared at her, she had to be older than fifty, a wealthy widow by the look of her, and well at least he wouldn’t have to worry about Brendon cheating while out on his date. Brendon’s mouth fell open as he finally saw the woman everyone was staring at.

“SOLD!” Greta’s triumphant voice rang out through the silence.

“But... Greta…” Brendon’s voice stuttered and broke in his desperation.

Greta shrugged off Brendon’s failed complaints, “Come and claim your man,my dear.” The woman walked steadily and purposefully forward and waited by the side of the stage for a shocked looking Brendon to climb down. She gripped his arm in her small hand and led him to the bar to buy her a drink.

“So, how was your date?” Frank tried his best not to snicker.

“You know how my date was; you and your not so stealthy sidekick were spying on me!”

“We weren’t spying, not really, we were hovering in the wings and waiting to rush to your aid should your sugar mama have threatened your virtue.”

Brendon swatted at Frank’s arm, “Protecting my virtue? Where were you when she grabbed my ass as I was getting out of the taxi? You didn’t rush to save me from her grabby hands. Oh, and next time you want to spy on me, you might want to pick someone less conspicuous. I could hear Spencer laughing from across the room.”

“Huh…I must have missed that. We lost you after the restaurant. Spencer was pretty much too drunk to be stealthy anymore. Oh, and I asked Jon to come, but he was working.”

“Have you spoken to Spencer this morning? Or Jon for that matter?” Brendon asked.

“No, not yet.”

“Well good luck to you when you do. I got an angry call from Jon pretty much telling me to hand you over. Spencer was wasted when he got home last night, Jon was pretty unimpressed.”

Frank laughed, then cringed, he massaged his temples with his fingers; he hadn’t had a hangover in a while. “It’s not my fault he’s a light weight. Why do you think I wanted Jon to come along? At least we could have spied on you properly. Have you ever tried to get drunken Spencer into a cab? It took me at least ten minutes; he kept getting back out again. It was pretty funny though.”

Brendon huffed; he couldn’t believe Frank or his friends for that matter. “If you want to know, my date was fine. Eve is a lovely woman, she might not be able to keep her hands to herself but she was pretty interesting. She told me all about her life, how her husband had died and how she had moved to Vegas to enjoy herself. I think she’s pretty lonely really.” Brendon sighed, the woman who bought his date was nice and he was glad to have met her. Her life just seemed a bit sad to him, being alone like she was.

Frank stepped into Brendon’s space and rubbed at his elbow, “Well, I’m glad it’s over. I had to sneak around on my stolen night off to make sure she didn’t molest you. I’m sorry I got Spencer so drunk; I thought being Jon’s boyfriend he’d be able to handle his liquor better than he did. I bet he’s suffering today.”

“Yeah he is. Jon woke him up at seven thirty this morning, he has no sympathy.”

“Harsh.”

“He said I should have done the same to you, but since you didn’t stay over, I couldn’t.”

Frank stopped to glare at Brendon; standing in the middle of the street half glaring, half making puppy eyes at his boyfriend he thought he might look a little stupid. He linked his arm with Brendon’s and continued walking, he muttered under his breath, “you wouldn’t do that, you love me too much.” Brendon heard and turned his head away to grin to himself.

The arrived at the club, Brendon mostly ready to fend off all the stupid comments about his ‘old lady date’ and Frank still nursing his hangover, even after a whole day in bed. It turned out to be a very long shift.

Christmas was pretty uneventful. Frank spent the day with Brendon and his friends; he called his family before they left for Brendon and Jon’s apartment. Spencer and Jon left in the afternoon to visit Spencer’s family and Ryan went to visit Keltie and her parents.

The best and possibly most embarrassing gift Frank received was from Jon; Frank tried his hardest to believe Spencer wasn’t involved in the gift, but the too-innocent look Spencer gave him as they said goodbye made Frank think otherwise. They had given Frank the ‘gay kama sutra’. Jon had marked a red star next to his and Spencer’s favorites and placed several crosses next to one’s he thought Brendon shouldn’t try, for Frank’s own safety of course. It was probably meant as a joke gift; and Frank had been vaguely mortified when he opened it, but the way Brendon looked at him, all curious and lustful, Frank couldn’t help but blush and shove the book into his bag.

Frank arrived early at work the day after Christmas. He walked through the club and spotted Nate behind the bar. Nate usually worked the day shift; Patrick had been at the club longer and was generally given priority over the night shift work, Nate didn’t seem to mind and he usually covered for Patrick on his days off.

“Hey Nate, where’s Patrick?”

Nate leaned forward, still wiping the already clean bar.

“He’s taking a few personal days.” He said knowingly. “He and Bob broke up.” He whispered, leaning almost fully over the bar.

“What? When? This can’t be possible, they’re like the perfect couple; you know, they’re that couple who always make less perfect couples look bad.”

Nate sighed softly, “I know. Patrick’s moving out; he’s crashing at my place until he finds somewhere else. Apparently things blew up yesterday and he stormed out.”

Frank could only stare open mouthed at Nate; he knew Patrick and Bob had been having issues but didn’t realize it had been that serious. Frank turned away from Nate, leaning his weight against the bar. He tried for a moment to process the news and knew immediately what he had to do. He walked purposefully out to the front of the club and threw his arms around Bob’s neck. Bob stumbled back under the weight of the smaller man’s hug.

“Get off me midget.”

Bob tried to push Frank off him but this only made Frank cling on tighter. Bob finally relented and slung a loose arm around Frank’s back, giving him a quick one armed hug. Frank pulled back slightly and looked into Bob’s face. Bob could tell by his expression that Frank had been told about him and Patrick breaking up and the crushed look in Frank’s eyes broke Bob’s heart a little bit. He finally put his other arm around Frank’s slight frame and Frank tucked his face against his chest.

Frank gave Bob’s torso one final squeeze and stepped back; if Bob squeezed back harder before letting go, neither of them mentioned it.

Frank nodded at Bob; the motion saying more than his words ever could. Bob nodded back, his face resigned and sad.

Frank headed back into the club; he was sad for his friends, he loved both of them and just wanted them to be happy. He thought about Brendon throughout his shift; in the short time they had known each other they had become really close, he couldn’t imagine not having Brendon’s overwhelming enthusiasm in his life.

It took three days for Patrick to come back to work. When he did, he looked tired and irritated. He was quiet throughout his shifts and only smiled a few times when he really couldn’t stop himself. Bob avoided the bar and stayed at the front door; if and when he did venture inside, he somehow mysteriously vanished into thin air whenever Patrick appeared.

Frank watched them both come and go in their own little worlds; he didn’t say much about it to anyone except Brendon, who he had told specifically to leave both Patrick and Bob alone. This was their fight, their problem and they would deal with it however they needed to. Brendon had sulked, but an unfortunate incident with Patrick the day of his return had reminded Brendon to keep his mouth shut.

Brendon had asked Patrick how his Christmas had been, knowing full well Patrick and Bob had spilt up on Christmas day, it just slipped out and before Brendon could apologize or take it back Patrick had snapped at him. Brendon had gone and found Maja for cuddles and didn’t speak to Patrick for a week.

Frank noticed, much to his dismay that Pete had taken to clinging even harder to Patrick’s side. He invaded his space and hung out around the bar, offering jokes and the occasional off key song to Patrick as he worked. Patrick for the most part didn’t seem to mind. He laughed along with Pete as if nothing had happened. Maybe Bob had been right, maybe there was something there.

About two weeks after the ‘PatrickBob epic breakup’, as Brendon called it, Frank and Brendon sat outside the Starbucks Jon worked at waiting for their friend’s shift to finish. The two had tried hard not to talk about Patrick or Bob, in any sense; having one heartbroken friend was hard enough, having two was almost too much to take. Every time anyone at the club mentioned the breakup Brendon got quiet and usually left to find something else to do. Frank could understand, knowing Brendon’s past, he knew relationships ending were hard on him. Frank needed to talk to Brendon about this; make sure he was okay.

“I still can’t believe it, can you?” He asked taking a sip of his iced mocha.

Brendon snapped out of his own thoughts, “Hmm?”

“Patrick and Bob.” Frank clarified, “I still can’t believe they broke up.”

“No, me either. They seemed so solid and in love.” Brendon sighed, it had been a long couple of weeks, the tension at work was almost unbearable and it was getting him down.

“I knew they were having issues, I even walked in on a few fights, but I didn’t expect it to go this far. If they broke up over Pete I just don’t understand, I thought Pete was straight.”

“He is, or at least he says he is.” Brendon rolled his eyes like he didn’t believe Pete was completely straight either.

“So did Patrick and Pete hook up? Do we know for sure?” Frank asked.

Brendon turned his head away; he looked into the window of the coffee shop and watched Jon behind the counter for a few seconds before he responded. “No, but I doubt they did. I mean, Patrick’s totally loyal, he’d never cheat. I’ve known them both since I started at the club and Patrick’s just not like that.”

“Yeah I guess. Although he did nothing to discourage Pete; really, the guy would flirt with a chair if it stood still long enough. Patrick’s not blind, he had to notice.”

Brendon swirled the last of his tea around the bottom of the cup, “I dunno. I didn’t really notice either; Bob obviously did though.”

“Bren, I’m not really surprised you didn’t notice; subtlety isn’t really your strong point.” Frank ducked away from Brendon’s flying hand as Brendon swatted half heartedly at his shoulder.

“I just feel really bad for Bob. Even though he’d never admit it, he’s really heartbroken.”

Frank shifted and cuddled Brendon into his side; he pressed his lips against Brendon’s temple and muttered, “We’ll find a way to cheer him up. I promise, okay?”

It was halfway through his shift when Frank decided that he really needed to make good on his promise to Brendon. Bob had arrived at the club at his usual time; he had black circles under his eyes but was otherwise his usual quiet self. Frank poked his head out of the front door on his break; he tried to seem nonchalant.

“Hey Bob, how’s things?” Frank crossed his arms in front of his naked chest and tried to act normal. People passing him on the street were looking at him in a funny way; he still had on his bunny ears, so the strange looks weren’t surprising.

“Fine.” Bob leaned back against the wall; Thursday night’s were always slow, so he could relax and take it fairly easy.

Frank knew Bob never really gave much away, even when he was in a talkative mood he never seemed to talk about himself much. “So um… everything’s fine?”

“Yes Frank, everything’s fine.”

“Oh, good. Just making sure things were fine.” Frank inched closer to Bob; Bob inched further along the building, away from the doors and away from Frank.

Bob looked at Frank out of the corner of his eye; he knew this guy, Frank was the type to show his affection and sympathy through physical contact, Frank looked like he was preparing for a hug. Bob turned and held his hand out in front of him, he created a sort of invisible barrier between him and Frank.

“For fucks sake Frank, if you want to ask about Patrick, just ask.”

Frank looked at Bob’s outstretched hand and had the decency to look a little sheepish.

“I wasn’t going to…” Bob’s stern look cut him off. “Okay, so I was, but you don’t have to be so mean about it. So how are you doing really?”

“I told you already, I’m fine. I wasn’t lying. I have a huge apartment to myself now. It’s fine, really.” He stretched out his hand and gripped Frank’s shoulder, confident that he had effectively calmed Frank’s urge to hug him. He hadn’t counted on Brendon. Bob didn’t react fast enough as Brendon strode purposefully out the front doors and latched onto his free arm, wrapping both his arms around Bob’s arm. Brendon rested his head on Bob’s shoulder and winked at Frank. Bob sighed.

“He’s fine Brendon.” Said Frank, attempting to pull out of Bob’s death grip on his shoulder, he wanted to hug him too damn it.

“Are you sure?” Brendon asked. Bob sighed again.

“Yes. I already made sure.”

Bob rolled his eyes but didn’t extract himself from Brendon’s arm hug; he loosened his grip on Frank’s shoulder enough so Frank could move and stand at his side. Bob loved his friends, although he’d never tell them to their faces.

Satisfied that they had helped cheer Bob up, Brendon and Frank went back inside to finish their shift.

Everyone thought Patrick and Bob would get back together; that they would realize their fight was stupid and move on. They hadn’t counted for two incredibly stubborn people in one relationship.

The day Patrick changed to the day shift Bob got quiet, well quieter than usual; he stood outside and did his job but he stopped coming into the bar to talk to anyone. Frank missed Patrick; Nate was a good bar tender, but he was used to the day work and was a bit slower than Patrick in mixing up unfamiliar drinks.

Frank also missed Bob. When he went outside to talk to his friend, Bob was usually subdued and gave one word answers. He looked tired and unhappy. Brendon took to pouting a lot when he collected his drinks; Frank personally thought it was adorable and Brendon should do it all the time, but really this was Brendon’s way of displaying his displeasure at the situation. If Frank could fix things he would.

However, the tension began to ease in the club after a few weeks of Patrick’s absence. People talked about it less and life began to get back to normal. Brendon stopped pouting as much, he still did it when he knew Frank was looking; pouting in front of Frank usually resulted in Frank trying to kiss away Brendon’s blues, Brendon declared the pout his secret weapon.

January blurred into February which brought Brendon’s second favorite holiday, Valentine’s Day. Frank wasn’t a fan, it was too commercial for his tastes; he and Brendon hadn’t even done the ‘I love you’s’ yet and he really didn’t feel like being pressured into saying it just for a stupid day. Unfortunately for Frank he worked with a bunch of girls.

He counted most of the guys at the club in with his girl generalization since he was the only one who disliked the lovey dovey-ness February the fourteenth brought. Maja, being Zack’s favorite, managed to convince him that heart shaped decorations were a fabulous idea and would draw in the customers; she also insisted that in the spirit of the holiday every bunny should wear the pink ears.

That was how Frank found himself grumpy faced and wearing the pink ears he thought were long gone. Brendon seemed happy; he was handing out candy hearts with all his drink orders and generally being cheery and full of sunshine. He made a point of kissing Frank whenever they passed; Frank couldn’t help but smile at his boyfriend’s antics.

Frank noticed too that both Nate and Patrick were manning the bar; evidently Zack believed Maja’s idea about the decorations and called in extra help. Patrick looked much the same as always, a little thinner maybe and a little more worn around the edges; but that was to be expected. Nate told him that Patrick was still sleeping on his couch; either he couldn’t find an apartment or he didn’t want to give up hope of moving back home with Bob.

The night wore on; Spencer and Jon turned up closely followed by Ryan and Keltie. They didn’t stay long, Ryan declaring he couldn’t stomach so much schmoop in one place. Jon looked sad to leave because Spencer had a sort of dreamy hazy look in his eyes. When Jon hugged Frank before they left he whispered, “Spence loves all this romance stuff; he’d never admit it but he’s a big sap really.”

For the first time in months Frank saw Bob in the club; he almost didn’t see him, leaning casually against the wall close to the door. He seemed lost in thought but stopped Frank as he walked by.

“Who’s the girl with Pete?” Bob asked.

Frank turned to look and saw a pretty blonde hanging round Pete’s neck and giggling at something he’d said.

“That’s his girlfriend; he’s been bringing her here for weeks. You’d know that if you’d come inside once in a while.” Frank didn’t mean for his reply to sound so harsh but Bob’s alienation of himself was his own fault.

“His girlfriend…” Bob’s voice was quiet almost questioning. He pushed himself off the wall and walked away from Frank and into the club. Frank followed, this was the most animated he’d seen Bob in a long time; he hoped there wouldn’t be another fight, Brendon would be devastated, he hated seeing his friends fight.

Bob approached the bar slowly, like he was nervous and testing the waters. Patrick looked up as he approached, his mouth set into a thin line. Neither of them spoke; they didn’t get hostile, even though Nate, Frank and Butcher were all standing by just in case, but they weren’t friendly either. Bob walked around the bar, his face was sheepish and sincere; he glanced over to Pete and his girlfriend, Patrick’s eyes followed and when he looked back Bob was smiling just a tiny little bit.

Patrick stepped closer to Bob, his head ducked so he wasn’t looking Bob in the eye; Bob held out his hand and threaded his fingers through Patrick’s. Neither of them apologized and neither blamed the other for whatever it was they fought about. They didn’t declare their love for each other; they didn’t even smile, not really. Bob went back to work as quietly as he had came; Frank found it all rather anticlimactic. He couldn’t wait to tell Brendon though.

Frank rushed through the bar, eyes scanning the crowd for Brendon; he spotted him, hand on his hip and grinning suggestively to a pair of pretty women sitting in the corner. Frank stopped to watch, Brendon had his fingers in the bag of candy placed on the table and was rooting around for something, a specific color maybe; he shifted his weight to the other foot his hips following and swaying out as he got comfortable. His posture was very suggestive, he was giggling with the women as he popped a few tiny hearts into his mouth.

Normally Frank would be jealous; even now a tiny spark of something was floating around in his gut as he watched his boyfriend flirt shamelessly. Then he remembered why he was trying to find Brendon and pushed the jealous thoughts out of his head. He strode up to the table confidently and slipped an arm around Brendon’s waist; he nuzzled the side of Brendon’s neck with his cheek and had to stand on his toes to rest his chin on Brendon’s shoulder. Brendon turned his head to Frank and whispered “Hey” into his temple. Frank turned him around slightly and bumped their hips together; he snagged a few candies out of the open bag and spoke quietly into Brendon’s shoulder.

“Patrick and Bob are back together.” He said casually, Brendon’s eyes opened wide and he whipped around to look over at the bar. Patrick was serving drinks but Bob was no where to be seen.

“What happened? Did I miss it?” He sounded genuinely upset that he had missed the action.

“You didn’t miss much, I’m not even sure they’re really back together, but at least they’re not fighting anymore.” Frank grabbed a few more candies and held them out for Brendon to take; he sucked on the little pink hearts and looked back over to Patrick. He did look a little happier like some weight had been lifted.

A few weeks later the couple was sitting in Brendon and Jon’s apartment idling away a few hours before they both had to go to work. The TV was on, showing some random cartoon, but Brendon wasn’t watching it; he held a book in one hand and was reading quietly, Frank was lying on his back his feet propped up on the arm rest and his head in Brendon’s lap; he was barely paying attention to the screen either.

Frank glanced from the TV screen to the cover of Brendon’s book, which was blocking the other man’s face. He thought maybe he should go home, change into some different, possibly clean clothes. The thought of returning to his empty apartment didn’t appeal to him so he yawned loudly and relaxed further into Brendon’s soft thighs.

Jon had teased him a few times about Frank living with the two of them; and now he thought about it, there was no where he’d rather be. He’d have to talk to Brendon, but he was sure it wouldn’t be a problem. Frank’s stuff, his clothes and a large number of CDs and DVDs had already migrated into Brendon’s small room. Frank’s stomach churned, a familiar swooping feeling rushed through him as his thoughts lingered on Brendon; Frank wasn’t ready to admit it out loud, but he was maybe a little bit in love.

Frank smiled, suddenly thankful for the book obscuring his face. His cell phone blared obnoxiously in his pocket and he hit his forehead against Brendon’s knuckles as he struggled to sit up.

Brendon watched bemused as Frank’s face lit up and he started to talk really fast to who ever was on the other line; his Jersey accent becoming more pronounced with every hasty word. Frank finally put the phone down after twenty minutes of, from Brendon’s point of view an incredibly hard to understand conversation, with a strange glint in his eye. He paced the floor a few times, muttering under his breath before throwing himself onto the couch and lying back down onto Brendon as if nothing had happened.

“Um, Frank… who was on the phone?” Brendon asked, genuinely curious as to Frank’s strange behavior.

Frank grinned up at him, “Oh you’ll see soon enough,” was all he said before waving his hand at Brendon effectively dismissing any further questions.

Frank sat in Zack’s office, nervously shifting in the seat in front of his boss’s desk. He thought briefly back to the first time he had sat here almost a year ago. He had been through a lot in that time. He had a great job, a wonderful loving boyfriend and friends he would go to the ends of the earth for.

“Are you sure about him Frank?” asked Zack. He was leaning back in his chair looking at Frank curiously. When Frank had approached him earlier that week he had no idea what to expect; now here he was watching Frank shift nervously in his seat as he had done on so many occasions; it wasn’t nervousness for himself, but for another.

“Yes. I’ve known him for years; he’s a really great guy.” Frank tried to push his nervousness aside, he trained his face into what he hoped was a confident smile and sat up straighter in his seat.

“Okay. I trust you enough to at least meet him. I just hope your judgment is as good as Maja’s.”

Frank started at the barely veiled compliments his boss was obviously giving him. Zack trusted him, he trusted Frank’s judgment of people; and he was obviously pleased Maja had talked Zack into giving Frank a chance. Frank wanted to thank his boss or to show his gratitude, to say something at least, but Zack cut him off.

“Send him in.”

Frank stood up slowly, nodding at his boss; he walked to the door and with a last glance at Zack he opened it and held it open. Brendon was there waiting to take Frank’s hand as he left the office; smiling at the man who sat anxiously outside of Zack’s office. Frank cleared his throat and spoke to his friend,

“Hey, you can go in now Mikey.”

End.

Fanmix

Bigbang Fanmix

2008-06-12T20:44:55Z

I have to thank janet_carterfor the wonderful fanmix to my bigbang story "High Rollers, Higher Stakes". It's awesome and fits the story really well.

You can download it Here!

The track listing:

1. Elvis vs. Junkie XL - A Little Less Conversation (JXL Remix)
2. Dolly Parton - 9 to 5 (Gnooly's Workin' Remix)
3. Kelis - Milkshake (LO2 Remix)
4. Janet Jackson - All for You
5. Usher - Love in this Club (Remix) (ft. T.I. & Young Jeezy)
6. The Cardigans & Tom Jones - Burning Down the House
7. AC/DC - Sin City
8. Erin McKeown - Sing You Sinners
9. Nelly and Justin Timberlake - Work It (DJ Swamp Remix)
10. Beastie Boys - Shake Your Rump
11. Frank Sinatra - This Town (Mint Royale Remix)
12. Rihanna - Pon De Replay Remix (feat. Elephant Man)
13. Salt-N-Pepa - Push It (DJ Tonka Remix)
14. Rob Base vs. Prince - It Takes Two to Kiss (DJ John Remix)
15. Dead Kennedys - Viva Las Vegas

Like i said, it fits the feeling of the fic really well and i am so pleased with it!

I was told i would be getting art too, but it has not arrived yet. I will post it as soon as it arrives though.

Fanart

2008-06-12T02:50:45Z

So i know this is my second post; but it's good i promise.

I Finally finished the fanart for bluejbird 's fic Life in the rock ('n' roll) pool

So art, and basically another opportunity to pimp out this fic (which is stupidly awesome in case you haven't read it- go read it!)

there will be a better picture once i've scanned it, but right now i'm excited to have finished it and wanted to post it (i hope she doesn't mind!)

achey... oooh and fic

2008-05-16T21:30:13Z

I've been fighting off the death plague all day, i'm all achey and sore... and my nose doesn't know if it wants to be runny or not, and my throat tickles but not in a good way. Why do i insist on working outdoors when it's raining?

If i die, blossyn you have to promise to drag my lifeless corpse to the M&G, okay!

So i wrote a little ficcy thing in an effort to cheer myself up; mostly because i'm a whore for massages and need one desperately right about now.

Pairing: Spencer & Brendon. (can be taken anyway really, but when i was writing i was seeing it more like one friend doing another friend a favour)
Summary: Spencer is sore after a show.
Unbeta-ed; any and all mistakes are mine.

Spencer stretched, his back, neck and arms were aching. He moved again but slower this time, trying to work the pain out of his muscles. He usually enjoyed the pain; the dull ache he normally felt after playing a show was almost like his muscles agreeing that he had played well. This pain however, wasn’t pleasant; this pain wasn’t just an ache, it was hot and made him wince every time he moved. Spencer gave up and let his head fall onto the couch back, wincing again as his neck and shoulders complained at this slight movement.

Spencer hadn’t realized he’d closed his eyes until he heard Brendon’s voice; he was talking rapidly, probably to himself but Spencer couldn’t be sure, he sounded close. He wondered vaguely if Brendon was talking to him.

“…and then, did you see? No I guess you didn’t, too far back, but oh, it was good; it had pink glitter and starts and everything…”

Spencer opened his eyes, huh, Brendon was talking to him. He moved to sit up and groaned as his muscles flexed; he brought his hand up to the back of his neck and rubbed his fingers into the sore flesh.

Brendon stopped talking mid flow and looked curiously at Spencer.

“Hey, what’s up? You sore?”

Spencer looked over as Brendon sat down next to him.

“Nah, just stiff.” He lied, hoping his voice sounded like he wasn’t in pain.

Brendon narrowed his eyes, he didn’t believe the lie.

“You need to take better care of yourself Spence, you’ll end up hurt and then we’ll have to replace you, which we could never do; and Ryan will be pissed and I’m not sure I could sing and play the drums at the same time.”

Spencer leveled Brendon with a stare; Brendon wasn’t fazed. He swatted Spencer’s hand away from his neck and scooted into a comfier position; he opened his legs and patted the couch between his knees, “Come here.”

Spencer looked like he was going to say no, or tell Brendon to fuck off maybe, but as he rolled his shoulders and the sharp pain flared again he was almost helpless to stop himself. Spencer shifted so he was sitting between Brendon’s legs, giving him access to his back and shoulders.

Brendon tipped Spencer’s head forward slightly and places his palms on Spencer’s shoulders; he squeezed his fingers, gently at first and then pressed his thumbs into the base of Spencer’s neck. Spencer flinched at the pressure so Brendon wrapped both of his hands around Spencer’s neck and started to make small circles with his thumbs. He moved up and down Spencer’s neck; into his hair line and down onto his shoulder blades, changing the pressure every now and then.

Spencer made a tiny noise of pleasure and shifted again, rolling his shoulders to encourage Brendon to move his hands around. Brendon moved his hands, his palms rested flat against Spencer’s lower back; he dug his finger tips into Spencer’s back next to his spine and pushed his hands up, Spencer’s t-shirt bunching beneath his fingers. Brendon kept moving his hands up to the top of Spencer’s shoulders, squeezing the muscles of his arms to get them to relax. He massaged the backs of Spencer’s arms, feeling the skin and muscle warm up with every pass of his hands.

He moved his hands back to Spencer’s shoulder blades and used the tips of his fingers again, this time to press against the knotted muscles. Spencer moved and groaned beneath his fingers, he squeaked once when Brendon’s thumb found a particularly tense spot.

Spencer’s back and neck muscles finally started to relax and give off the pleasant ache he was used to under Brendon’s warm hands. Brendon cracked his knuckles and flexed his fingers; Spencer leaned back against him. Brendon wrapped his arms around Spencer’s waist, hands resting on his stomach.

“Thank you.” Spencer said his voice sleepy and slow.

Brendon hooked his chin over Spencer’s shoulder and smiled, “Anytime”.

How i'm going to go watch house of wax, because there's nothing better than Paris Hilton getting axe-murdered. :)

Frankie bb

2008-05-08T14:06:48Z

I have an update on Frankie the cats situation. I managed to wrangle her into a carrier this morning, and was all prepared to take her to the vet when a customer and her daughter showed up. They are moving soon into a barn of their own and had planned (sneakily i might add) to take Frankie. The kid gave me the huge puppy eyes and the mother used a very convincing mam tone, and i somehow now don't have a cat anymore. They took her.

So i've lost 2 pets in 3 days... there's got to be something wrong with this.

I mean i'm happy she'll get her leg fixed, but i had picked out the cutest cat bed and shit. :( sad now.

They better look after her or i'll kill them with a stick!!!

I might see if i can steal one of the kittens at the other barn, as a replacement, it won't be nearly as good or nearly as friendly.

EDIT: My dad told me that they have a bunch of kittens at the vets and that i should go and reserve myself one. My dad <3

EDIT #2: I just put a hold on a little ginger/blonde kitten. A little boy, he's spicy and adorable. I'll pick him up in a few weeks when i move.

Brendon and Frank own my soul

2008-05-05T18:54:26Z

I am mere days away from finishing my bigbang fic... i've got 2 key scenes left to write and then it'll be done. The lovely mintyfiendhas been reading it and has graciously agreed to beta, but i was wondering if anyone else would mind giving it a read through so i can have another perspective on it. Plz and thank you.

In other news... i finally got caught up on paying my bills, Including the $150 speeding fine Thanks Indiana's sneaky police, arseholes!! So now my bank account is fairly empty. :(

Fic post. Spencer/Jon Brendon/Ryan(sortof)

2008-05-02T21:47:30Z

As some of you will know dreamyraynboand t_usual_suspectwere in an accident; I am incredibly glad they are both unhurt aside from bruises and you know car crash terror. It is also dreamyraynbo's birthday. So in honour of them both being only a litlte dented and as birthday wishes i wrote fic.

Hope you like it!!! ILU both! <3

I can hear you thinking..
Spencer/Jon, Brendon/Ryan
Any and all mistakes are mine.

Spencer looked around; they were sitting on the bus relaxing after the acoustic set. Jon smiled at him, all white teeth and full lips; Spencer felt his cheeks twitch and smiled back after a few seconds, his smile traveled all the way to his eyes and he ducked his head. When Spencer looked up again Jon’s face was relaxed; his eyes playful and his smile light. He smirked at Spencer, just a quick twitch of his mouth and a light flash of his eyes, but Spencer saw it; he’d been learning Jon, learning to read more into Jon’s looks. This one was quite clear; he was thinking about Spencer and that tambourine. His eyes almost poking fun at how Spencer just spent forty minutes playing a red tambourine. Spencer sent him an eye roll, a clear ‘what you gonna do?’

Ryan caught Spencer’s eye and twitched his eyebrow in a bemused sort of way. Spencer leveled him with a stare that said ‘What? You try resisting one of Jon Walkers patented sunshine smiles’; not even Ryan couldn’t resist those really.

Jon and Brendon were sitting on one of the couches and Ryan and Spencer were on the other. Ryan caught Spencer’s eyes again, managing to convey that they were about to have a serious discussion and Spencer should be suitably prepared.

The thing about growing up with Ryan, Spencer thought is that he knew Ryan better than anyone; even probably better than himself. Ryan started to bottle up his emotions at age thirteen, placing a concrete stopper in the top of each bottle and never discussing anything; Spencer was there, he saw it happen and is glad now that he learned to read Ryan so well back then.

Ryan was always quietly blank, except around Spencer, with him he opens up; lets his thoughts and feelings flit across his face. Spencer was the same, this was how they talked, its how they’ve always talked. Back when Spencer couldn’t ask Ryan if he was okay out loud, he’d do it silently. Each eyebrow twitch, each head tilt had meaning. It took them both years to figure it all out, but now; now it’s like a second language. Spencer realized they were about to have one of those conversations, silent but important.

Ryan was sitting with his face blank, just waiting and watching. His eyes traveled between Spencer and Jon and he wondered briefly how he hadn’t noticed his friends were no longer Spencer Smith and Jon Walker, they were SpencerandJon. He watched them; brow furrowing as he saw the light smiles and eye rolls being exchanged. He was surprised he missed Spencer and Jon developing their own language.

Brendon sighed, bored and completely unaware of the silent conversations happening around him. The look on Brendon’s face was easy to interpret, it said ‘I’m hungry and I need to pee’. Sure enough within minutes he was fidgeting and saying out loud “I’m hungry and I really need to pee.” Ryan was looking directly at him, his face set into a scowl, only Spencer noticed the small smiles hidden in Ryan’s eyes, he’d have to watch that, Ryan’s smiles were rare and only offered to special people. The thing about Brendon was that for as long as Spencer had known him Brendon had never been able to conceal his thoughts from anyone. He kept them right there on his face for anyone to see. The problem with not knowing how to manage his expressions was that he really couldn’t read other peoples very well.

Jon looked at Brendon when Spencer did, Brendon was wondering out loud about which foods he could eat. Jon and Brendon started to talk as Spencer looked back at Ryan, a clear ‘What?’ etched onto his features. Ryan shrugged smoothly, his head turning slightly to the side and his eyes half closing.

Ryan flicked his eyes between Jon and Spencer, a question, ‘Is there something going on?’ Spencer stared at him and then looked over to Jon, still talking animatedly to Brendon; he glanced back to Ryan and raised his eyebrows slightly. He smiled and Ryan’s face displayed his astonishment. Ten minutes later, after many silent but probing questions from Ryan and many not quite answers from Spencer; Ryan knew everything he needed to. He had confirmed Spencer and Jon are indeed SpencerandJon and he’d satisfied himself that Spencer was happy.

Spencer turned back to look at Jon and listened into his conversation with Brendon; the two seem to be discussing the merits of chunky peanut butter verses smooth, Jon shot him a look that said ‘I’m talking about peanut butter, what the fuck?’ Spencer grinned at him and flickered his eyes in Brendon’s direction, his expression replying ‘It’s Brendon, you know how he gets about food.’

Jon smiled at him, it was an easy smile and Spencer’s breath caught in his throat. He kinda loved that Jon has this effect on him; made his stomach flutter just with his smiles. Jon knew; he knew Spencer couldn’t resist and sent another beaming grin in his direction. Spencer distracted himself by looking at Jon’s feet, stretched out in front of him. His brow crinkled and his lips pulled into a slight frown. Jon followed Spencer’s line of sight and wiggled his toes playfully, Spencer stared at him, his eyes hard and his frown still in place; he tried very hard to convince Jon with his eyes that he needed new shoes. Jon looked back down at his feet sheepishly and tucked one foot under the other; he looked back at Spencer, shrugged his shoulders and tipped his head. Everyone knew Jon liked to wear flip flops, he once told Spencer that he liked his feet to feel free; Spencer rolled his eyes, realizing with mild horror that he had probably just agreed to buy Jon a new pair of flip flops.

Brendon started to fidget again and Spencer could tell that he’d get up soon in search of food. He wondered briefly if Brendon would make him a peanut butter sandwich too; like clockwork Brendon stood up muttered something about sandwiches and how there better be peanut butter left. Jon’s voice echoed through the almost silent bus,

“Brendon, Spencer wants a sandwich too.”

Spencer stared at Jon stunned; he thought his face was blank, maybe Jon was better at reading him than he thought, or maybe Jon could read minds.

“I can hear your stomach from here.”

Ryan looked between the two again with curious fascination; a look that Spencer thought made him look like a constipated chicken.

“I hope you realize you look like a constipated chicken right now.” He said, trying hard not to giggle at Ryan’s look of outrage.

Brendon came back in holding two plates of sandwiches; he cradled one to his chest and held the other out for Spencer. Spencer watched Ryan as Ryan watched Brendon; Brendon took the most idiotic route back to his seat which included climbing half into Jon’s lap and knocking into the small table at the side of the sofa. Ryan’s face displayed his amusement; his eyes had crinkled at the sides and his lips were twitching. Ryan caught Spencer staring at him and forced his face to become blank and impassive. Spencer raised an eyebrow, realization dawning. Ryan tried very hard to kill Spencer with his brain; if the hard look in his eyes was any indication he was only succeeding in giving himself and aneurism. The scowl he had in place was a clear indication that if Spencer said anything his body would never be found. Spencer smiled and drew his hand across his lips, they wee sealed. Ryan and his crushes were nothing if not ridiculously adorable.

Spencer bit into the sandwich Brendon had handed him and the copious amounts of peanut butter squeezed out of the sides and onto Spencer’s face. Spencer thought about how the only downfall of the manly beard was peanut butter’s ability to find said beard and get stuck in it.

Jon leaned over, his hand warm on Spencer’s leg; he wiped the peanut butter off Spencer’s face with his finger and sucked the digit into his mouth. Spencer’s blush was hidden behind the sandwich he was using to conceal the mess he had made. He looked over to Brendon who was happily munching away on his own sandwich, not caring one bit about the sticky mess he was getting into; Spencer pulled a face, brow and nose wrinkled, both Ryan and Jon looked over to Brendon and pulled identical faces to Spencer.

Brendon looked up from his half eaten sandwich and saw three looks of disgust aimed right at him, “What?”, he muttered and stuffed the sandwich back into his mouth.

Spencer smirked and directed a look at Ryan, ‘Go clean his face for him, I bet you’re dying to lick off that mess.’ Spencer had to duck the pillow Ryan aimed at his head.

Some awesome, some less so....

2008-05-02T15:10:29Z

First.. Just watched the That green gentleman video. I LOVE THEM!!! Their FUCKING FACES. I was having a bit of a shitty day for reasons explained below and this video just made me grin so hard it melted my bad mood. Someone needs to come squee with me about how awesome it is!! Spencer Smith, shut your fucking face... i see you singing!!

I finally got round to listening to the hush sounds new album (iknow i'm stupidly late.. i was busy) and the cab babies album at work this morning. I would do Greta just for her voice. And Vegas skyes.. <3

So, the reason for my bad mood. When i wasn't at the barn not too long ago (probably one afternoon) my boss left the back gate open and my horse and another horse got out. They caught chester but finny ran across a main road and ended up 2 miles away with no halter on and no I.D (he's not chipped). I'm not so mad that he got out, he's fiesty and very quick, i'm more pissed that NO ONE TOLD ME!! He could have been hit by a car, he could have gotten so lost that i wouldn't have got him back, he could have hurt himself. STUPID IGNORANT PEOPLE. This is the sort of shit i should be told. What else have they kept from me??

I'm so glad i'm moving, i'm so glad i'm leaving this barn, Finny deserves better than this nonsense! Thank God for music being a calming influence, my fury knew no bounds this mornng and the cab babies and the hush sound managed to calm me down!

Also, Happy Brithday dreamyraynbo I hope you have a wonderful day!!!

finny91 @ 2008-04-30T17:37:00

2008-04-30T21:43:09Z

So i wasn't going to post, because i feel i post too much. But i got home and now have 2 tickets to Panic in Chicago. IN 3 WEEKS(ish)!!! Excited is not close to how i feel. blossyn, have you got your t-shirt yet? because i fail and totally haven't.

Also, my dad has basically gotten rid of my angst over moving and has offered to help me pack ( i think he just wants rid of me tbh); i also have a sofa picked out which i will buy soon, It's lovely!! I also have plates and possibly a dining room table \o/.... when did i become a grown up?? i have no clue!

I was at work today, listening to music as you do and i couldn't help but wonder when and how Panic became my favourites. Mind boggling really.

I'M MOVING!!!!! (probably)

2008-04-29T23:50:09Z

GUYS... I FOUND SOMEWHERE TO LIVE!!

So i ride at this barn, and they're all lovely people and i've been there over a year now and it's all lovely and new and gorgeous and in the country! Well. tonight my instructor said she was looking for someone to do random work around the barn, help with turn out and feedings and generally be there to make sure nothing stupid happens. She then said that in exchange for the work and help the person would get the apartment over the 1st barn to live in. It's like 1000 sq ft and, okay it's in a barn and has no furnature, but it's set up for wireless internets and cable and all the utilities are included.

She asked if i wanted to move in. It's fairly big, and yeah it's wooden, but it's quiet and i wouldn't be at home. And she said i can work off my horses board so i can move him there too. I would live in a place my horse lives... i could see him when i first woke up and before i went to bed. More improtantly I would have people there to help me with him and help me get him calmed down a little bit. I bet he'd love it up there, it's got loads of turnout space and have i mentioned it's quiet.. 'cos it totally is!!

The manager, Lindsey lives in the apartment over the second barn and is around my age..hello RL people. and there are tonnes of lovely people there all the time. And Jen ( the boss) said she wanted to bring students in from the local college to help, so i'd get a new room mate every now and again..which might be nice, at least i'd get to meet actual people.

The boss lady was also totally cool about me taking time off to go to shows and ovb. bandcon.

HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS. I'm nervous, i've lived here and gotten used to it for like 2 years now. but damnit i'm 25 this year, i shouldn't still be living with my parents. It'll be nice to have some independence.

I get to shop for furnature.. there's this sofa i LOVE that i might have to go buy, like now!

Okay, so i'm freaking out a little bit here!! But in a good way!

Can you cheat on technology??

2008-04-28T19:33:08Z

Slow day at work today, so my dad took me to look at an iphone. I basically just stood there like this O.O and then looked up Panic videos on the youtube feature, good times!! I WANT ONE!!! Except i'm not with at&t and i left the shop feeling slightly guilty, i love my sidekick, i feel vaguely like i cheated on him... *pets Patrick*

I think my dad's going to get one though, which means sneaky stealing and web browsing on youtube at work. SCORE!

I think i might have crippled my own hand attempting to play Northern Downpour on the guitar, F chord, why must you be so hard and whiley!?? I can play the chorus and the riff that plays throughout which is kinda nice. I still feel like i'm butchering this song so i might change songs, i think i love this one too much to ruin it for myself.

1500 words and i will have reached the 20K word minimum for the bigbang... and i'm not really near finished... my characters got away from me *sigh*.

Okay, i'm going to go soak my hand now and pretend to work (i'm working from home today!)

Bored

2008-04-27T17:24:37Z

Ugh, So Bored!! Why is it that i beg and plead for time off but when iget a few hours i find myself incredibly bored? I know there's stuff i should do but my motivation is almost zero.

I did manage to escape without having to wrangle children and horses today which is awesome. The other woman (organiser of the event) told me after we'd cleaned stalls i might as well go home, apparently she had a tonne of volunteers and i was gettig paid to be there. I know who i'd have sent home too. ;D

On the plus side though, i've written over 18,000 words of my bigbang. My brain.. this story is writing itself i swear. I still have loads of ideas but i'm trying to cut them down, i don't want this thing to spin out of control. (it already has imo, but whatever).

I was looking before online for a snazzy guitar strap, 'cos i'm too lazy to go to the shops! I didn't find anything i wanted with a burning passion, so i'll have to keep looking.

OOH, and because of someof my lovely flist i have pictures again. ILU GUYS!! So here, have a small picspam of my favourite boys.

Any pictures of Spencer and a drum make me incredibly happy. Their freaking ARMS!!!

I bet Rayn's crotch is very comfy!

IDKW.. i just like it! i think it's the hands...

Okay, enough of Spencer..this isn't a Spencer spam. It could be, but no!!

This gives me warm fuzzies if i'm honest. The glasses, the piano.. the lavender shirt <3

I like the glasses alot.

Hobo!Ryan is my favourite.

I have no alone Jon pictures. Oh well.

OTP!!! incase anyone hadn't noticed.

Boy hugging!

Here have more boy hugs.

Moving on....

FRANK.

I WANT TO SEE THEM PLAY EVERY WEEKEND FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!!

so much love for Mikey fucking hotass right now.

Um, yeah!

Seeing Bob drum was possibly one of the higlights to that whole weekend of amazing!!

I'm only posting one picture of this dorkface, because really i'd get carried away!

And now i'm spent... Wow. that took up some time! :)

finny91 @ 2008-04-26T12:47:00

2008-04-26T16:57:42Z

It's very hard to stop talking once you start!! At least it is for me!

I was at the barn, claening up for the kids horse show (which i've given up my whole weekend to help with and make sure no one gets killed :( ) and i was telling someone about my weekend of Freaking awesome in Chicago. They asked what band i went to see, and i did the "do i tell them and have them say something awful to me or do i give a vague answer and hope they leave it alone"; well i told her My Chem. This girl just about leapt out of fucking skin, she was so excited.. it was kinda scary tbh. Now, she's only 14 , bless her, but she's fairly mature for her age and she was really interested in the shows and stuff. So i decided to tell her about all the panic shows and the m&g i'll be going to, again, i though she might explode. It was cute!!

Then she said the band she really wants to see right now are "we the kings", i might have mentioned that i've seen them, her face was pretty comical. I'm glad she didn't like i dunno laugh at me or anything, and she seemed pretty nice about it.. i had to stop myself saying too much, i was dying to ask her if she's on lj or anything. but i think that might be wierd. so i didn't! I don't know why i feel the need to hide the fact i like these bands from rl people i meet. Not everyone's an asshole.

And actually, she made me feel slightly good about myself too; i asked her how old she was, cos honestly i thought she was maybe almost finished school, but apparently she's not. Then she said she guessed i was about 23-24.. no one ever guesses my age, they always say like 16 or something! So yay!

Tactless...

2008-04-24T21:12:26Z

It's so warm... why is it warm?? My cheap dad refuses to put on an air conditioner so i was boiled at work!!

Then, he decided it would be fun for me to talk to my grandma (who i haven't seen in over 5 years) who has alzheimers (sp?); yeah, she couldn't remember who i was.. not her fault i guess, but it was wierd. I knew she didn't remember me last time i saw her, but speaking on the phone with her was a little sad. Then of course she cracked me up by giving the phone to my aunt and i could here her in the background saying "i can't think of anything to say, i don't know her".... strangely it made me laugh 'cos she was pretty loud. My aunt was all "i hope you didn't hear that, she has no tact.' That's obviously where i get it from. Then i had to talk to my aunt, who i haven't seen in even longer, and she was talking about a lot of random stuff, then she said "well i'm going to go 'cos i can't think of anything else to say..." :S My family. NO TACT!!! Gotta love them i suppose.

I'm going to hopefully search for icons, i need to fill the spaces i have, and maybe work on fic, my bigbang ground to a screeching hault after i got over excited about it the other day.

finny91 @ 2008-04-23T17:15:00

2008-04-23T21:19:05Z

My computer, it is home!!!

$128 and 2 days with the computer expert and it is back, clean and safe. God how i've missed being plugged into the internet all the time.

The guy said it was in the top 10 worst infested computers he'd ever seen; so that's something to be proud of i guess. He's updated everything and given me a shitton of anti-virus and anti everything. I could have kissed him but refrained... i might need him again if anything else goes wrong and i didn't want him to think i was crazy.

So now i need to start building up my picture collection again, don't look away, i know you all have them too!!! You know, in that super secret folder marked "stuff". So bandomy type pictures, this way please!!

HOW IS THIS MY LIFE??

2008-04-22T18:50:17Z

I know i keep asking that, but it's a valid fucking question!!

I just ordered tickets for the HCT in Chicago which i'm going to with the lovely blossyn we're going to two dates, and also to the show in Indy (with M&G).. so yeah. i'm excited for May!

I took my laptop to some computer geek with the personality of a snail, but as long as he fixes it i DONOTCARE!! he can be as dull as he wants as long as he knows what he's doing. He said he'd call me back soonish! he needs to hurry up.

I called the office of a company my dad and i do work for to arrange some work experence with their nice orthotist, apparently she's lovely, she said she'd call me back with dates. Career here i come!

I have written over 15,000 words of my bigbang, and pretty much have the rest planned out. WTF???

Unfortunately my dog is at the vet today, he's ill,, he's been ill for ages, and he pretty much needs to die now. I'm a little sad, but i'll be relieved when he's not suffering anymore.

oooh, also. Does anyone have links to the videos from the announcement of the HCT? When the band were asked questions. Thanks!

My chem chicago video & mikeyfuckinway!

2008-04-21T22:18:07Z

So i took 1 video at the show on friday. i was in the balcony and had to hold my camera to my stomach so the scarily strict security guards wouldn't see it and haul me away for murdering, what? it was happening!!!

So heres the link. It's sendspace obv.. i hate putting up videos on youtube because i'm an internet snob and dont want alot of random people watching my video. i know i'm wierd about it.

Fell free to take it if you want to see it. It's Prison (the full song). um.. it's a bit shakey at first (sorry) and it's not the best, because i couldn't figure out on ym new camera how to zoom in video mode, i fail! and it shakes a little, but that wasn't me i promise, the whole freaking balcony was moving when people were jumping, it was a bit scary tbh. It shows the whole stage and the audios not bad, and if you stare really hard you can see the band!! I'm proud i actually managed to get it. so:

http://www.sendspace.com/file/5rzzll

ENJOY!!!
*crosses fingers* i hope it worked and i didn't upload something strange.

EDIT: So i told some people i would camwhore so here, both in my new shirt and to show off my fringe (which looked better when the hairdresser did it of course), have a picture of me in my mikeyfuckinway shirt i got on Thursday. I love this shirt like air people!!! I'm sorry about the shitty quality and the backwards letters and the fucking bathroom mirror camwhoring (i fail!) but i couldn't exactly ask anyone here to take the picture for me. My mam saw the shirt in the washing and flipped the fuck out. I'm 24 ffs bitch, leave me the fuck alone with my shirt goddamnit!!! she said i'm not to wear it in the house or in her presence and that it was in bad taste and i have to not show my dad ( who wouldn't care) so this might be the last time i get to wear it until May when it comes to chicago for Panic with me. Poor mikeyway shirt. At least it will stay nice, 'cos i was totally planning on wearing it all the time. Fucking mother.

My Chem

2008-04-20T02:44:46Z

So i'm back from my weekend of awesome with blossyn and mintyfiend I love you two!!!! I hope you both got home okay, and that you had a safe flight mintyfiend !! also met sunqist , Hi!! new friend!!!

I think my last post sumed it up quite nicely to be honest! Mikey Fuckin Way. He was incredible. For some reason both nights i couldn't take my eyes off Mikey!!

So Thursday night i can't honestly rememeber the set list 'cos my memory sucks big time. but we managed through some miracle to get to the barrier, through much pushing and being pushed, on Ray's side. I'll say this for Ray, the mans an incredible guitarist....i'm really glad i got to see him play up close. The crowd was awful; there was a tonne of shoving and people had no manners about them at all, quite frankly people should be ashamed of the way they behaved. Stupid kids! Anyway, so we spent the first night at the barrier, we all had a fantastic view. i had an incredibly annoying girl infront of me. who may or maynot have been insane, she kept jumping and acting like a fool. But i didn't let her ruin my night of fantastic. We had a perfect spot for taking pictures but No cameras were allowed and they were being pretty damn strict about it...so lack of pics from that night. all the ones i took came out blurry and crap. But i'll put this one up, even if it's blurry, it's still blurry Mikey!

and this one, just to show where we were in relation to the band...and look, bonus blurry Ray!!

So yes, Thursday night was fantastic, even with all the crowd stupidity. Like i said i can't remember the set list, but they played a mix of bullets. three cheers and TBP, so it was a really good set. The guys moved around loads too, and Gerard is such an incredible performer. I know it's been said before but it needs to be said again; he pretty much could sing anything and it would be entertaining!!

Friday we sat in line for freaking ever.. ate pizza which was good and met some other lovely fans! Mariann and i went and sat in the geriatric section (the balcony), because we couldn't take the crowd another night. what, i'm tiny and fragile damnit! And we got an incredible view. even though we were further back we could see everything so clearly. i got some better pics from Friday night so i'll put those up. They changed the set up and played some other songs, inc. desert song... i'm glad they played prison too, 'cos i LOVE that song. So all in all another fucking fantastic night.

I realise i havn't mentioned Frankie yet.. How could i forget him?? Thursday i totally couldn't really see him, well okay i could a little, but he didn't move from his side much, he did however walk up to the middle with Ray and they played at each other and smiled for a while... very cute smile btw!! but yeah, on Friday he was much more energetic and was freaking brilliant to be fair; he's still my fave!!! And on Thursday i couldn't see Bob at all, maybe his hair and his hands every now and again, but on Friday i got to see him drum.. and yeah, he's amazing!! watching him drum through WTTBP may have been the highlight of both shows!

Not the best photos in the world, but still pretty decent considering.

I had the BEST weekend with some lovely people. I'm so glad i went!! I'm so tired i need like a week to recover, but it was worht it. So fucking worth it!!

blossyn i can't believe we get to do this all again in a month. I cannot wait!!! Spencer Fucking Smith!!!

Kinda snuck up on me.

2008-04-17T02:00:29Z

I'm all packed... sort of.. no really, for the trip to Chicago. OMGOMGOMGMYCHEM!!! (there that's done with!)

I got my hair sort of cut today and dyed again, blonde roots are a bitch! i got a fringe (bangs for the americans here) and it has the unfortunate side effect of being incredibly annoying and blinding me and poking me in the eye!! i'll get used to it. And i will camwhore like a camwhorish fiend over the weekend.

And tonight i started to draw fanart for bluejbird's fic Life in the rock ('n' roll) pool it is insanely cute and you should all read it. i hope she doesn't mind me pimping it out. Oh, it's Brendon/Spencer btw, which i have admitted is lovely and is sliding comfortably alongside my OTP.

Okay, so i'll be back in a few days with show recaps and flail.. and hopefully no broken bones, because really, i'm a tiny tiny person and could easily get squashed!

Spencersmith, i will try not to molest you.. no promises though

2008-04-15T23:38:48Z

Okay so blossyn I LOVE YOU!!

we're going to be breathing the same air as panic in like a month. WTF???

incase you hadn't guessed... M&G, fuck yes!!!!

Now i have to work on not being a total freak and like passing out, or getting wordvomit, or ugh, actual vomit!! i kinda know what i want to say, but i know it's going to come out in a stupid rush. i really hope i don't tell Brendon to get in my pants, there's a possiblilty i might say that!! STOP ME for the love of god if i do!!

mintyfiendincase i don't talk to you before you leave tomorrow have a safe flight.. and holy shit!!! i'll see you on thursday!

This week is turning out to be like the best week EVER!!! MYCHEM and fangirls in like less than 2 days.. and PANIC M&G!!!

So like also, i have no idea what happens at a M&G, it's not like i've ever been to one, who has.. i want details!