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May. 29th, 2009 12:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
turpsHappy birthday to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
strippedhalo. I hope today is fantastic for you, full of love, happiness and cake! <3
After a ridiculously long time since I've done so, I've finally updated my website.
For popslash.
Like It Says On the Can -- where all of Nsycn have sexual fetishes.
A Tale of Mugs and Festive Hugs -- my SeSa offering, which is sappy Christmas trickc
walk like a camelidae: the doctor dolittle talk talk mix where Lance is a llama. Written for remix.
For bandom
Sound Tracking -- where Bob is in Spaaaaaaace! saves Gerard, and many other people while Mikey and Frank are used as sex slaves and Ray and Matt mine rocks.
When Day is Night Alone -- Where Brendon runs away a lot but finally finds his place in the shelter of my heart.
Life in Miniature -- where Panic and MCR are minitarised and Zack and Brian's lives are hard.
10 Rules For Looking After Mikey Way -- where Frank and Mikey live together.
To Hide the Faults I Feel -- Where Bob is awesome, not so awesome, and then awesome again.
Years Unfold -- Panic fic where Ryan and Spencer work toward being together.
The Foggy Phantom -- -- where Mikey is sick and Gerard tells him a story and Terri is a horrible sap.
What have I discovered from this? I really need to update more often, it seems I have an addiction to writing birthday stories and man, I like h/c. Who would have guessed?
As I'm horribly disorganized I may have missed some. Hopefully not. Though being that disorganized meant I had to rummage through both my google docs and my word files, and I found stuff I didn't even remember writing. Like a bandom ficlet set in the Hi De Woe universe and a story where Brendon gets off to Mikey's boots.
strippedhalo. I hope today is fantastic for you, full of love, happiness and cake! <3After a ridiculously long time since I've done so, I've finally updated my website.
For popslash.
Like It Says On the Can -- where all of Nsycn have sexual fetishes.
A Tale of Mugs and Festive Hugs -- my SeSa offering, which is sappy Christmas trickc
walk like a camelidae: the doctor dolittle talk talk mix where Lance is a llama. Written for remix.
For bandom
Sound Tracking -- where Bob is in Spaaaaaaace! saves Gerard, and many other people while Mikey and Frank are used as sex slaves and Ray and Matt mine rocks.
When Day is Night Alone -- Where Brendon runs away a lot but finally finds his place in the shelter of my heart.
Life in Miniature -- where Panic and MCR are minitarised and Zack and Brian's lives are hard.
10 Rules For Looking After Mikey Way -- where Frank and Mikey live together.
To Hide the Faults I Feel -- Where Bob is awesome, not so awesome, and then awesome again.
Years Unfold -- Panic fic where Ryan and Spencer work toward being together.
The Foggy Phantom -- -- where Mikey is sick and Gerard tells him a story and Terri is a horrible sap.
What have I discovered from this? I really need to update more often, it seems I have an addiction to writing birthday stories and man, I like h/c. Who would have guessed?
As I'm horribly disorganized I may have missed some. Hopefully not. Though being that disorganized meant I had to rummage through both my google docs and my word files, and I found stuff I didn't even remember writing. Like a bandom ficlet set in the Hi De Woe universe and a story where Brendon gets off to Mikey's boots.
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Date: 2009-06-02 05:24 am (UTC)*chinhands*
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Date: 2009-06-02 07:28 am (UTC)~~~
It's not a deep-dark secret. It isn't a secret at all really. It's just, Brendon likes to keep some areas of his life to himself. And okay, maybe to some people that's a surprise, because Brendon tends to be an open book. About the things he wants to show anyway. Like when he's happy, or sad, or anything in-between.
Except this.
It starts innocently enough. A few spare minutes spent on You Tube, a picture saved here and there. Until suddenly, one day, he looks up and finds out he got hundreds of clips favourited -- in a fake name of course, Brendon isn't stupid -- and a hidden folder in his laptop devoted to Mikey Way.
Wait. No. Strike that. To Mikey Way's boots. Brendon has to be truthful, and the fact is. While Mikey's hot and all, it's the boots that make Brendon drool. They're just, perfection.
Which is a problem, because suddenly Brendon has this connection in his mind. Like, Mikey Way's boots equal instant hard on.
Now normally this isn't an issue. It isn't like Panic run in the same circles as My Chem, and Brendon's a resourceful guy. He can think about other things apart from the boots. Usually. Mostly. The thing with the new guitar tech was a one-time only mistake. It wasn't as if the boots were the same, just looked similar, and anyway. Brendon was holding his guitar and had waved away the stain as sweat.
So, yeah. Things are fine. He concentrates on other things and only looks at the boots when he's in his bunk. And okay, maybe the others thought he has some kind of sleeping disease or something now, but that's fine. They're always saying he needs to sleep more anyway.
Then it's announced they were doing a joint show with My Chem.
Brendon's screwed.
In theory the plan to desensitize himself is a good one. But three days, two jars of hand cream and one sore dick later, Brendon knows he's doomed.
Lying on his bunk, legs spread and laptop open on his chest he imagines meeting the band -- nightmare scenarios where he's powerless to stop himself dropping to his knees and licking Mikey's boots, and fuck, Brendon's hard again, picturing himself climaxing, his come splattering against the scuffed leather leather and buckles.
Which of course is when Spencer pulls back the curtains. Because such is Brendon's life. Caught dick in hand, Mikey Way's boots magnified on the screen.
"Nice," Spencer says, and crawls into the small space, uncaring of the used tissues that stick to his knees and the fact that Brendon's frantically trying to pull up his pants. Wiggling until he's comfortable, Spencer lies on his back, staring up, his hand against Brendon's belly. "I used to have a crush on a power ranger"
"Right." Brendon says, his heart slowing as he searches for the meaning behind the words. Because it's there, Brendon can feel it in the way Spencer's pointedly saying no more or the way he's holding himself so still. Brendon can't help feeling frustrated.
Obviously Spencer is too, because he suddenly pokes at Brendon's belly and says, "I used to jerk off watching them on TV."
Which is something Brendon didn't know, and now he does he can't unknow it, even if the thought of Spencer with a spandex kink is weird. Though it does explain the skin-tight jeans and t-shirts.
"Are we having a conversation about weird kinks?" Brendon asks, carefully. "Because if we are, I fully support your spandex choices."
Spencer sighs and pokes again, which is unfair because it's not Brendon who came crashing into someone's bunk or started talking in short hand. Brendon's not Ryan, he's not fluent in the nuances of Spencer speak.
"I haven't got a spandex kink," Spencer says, and he rubs at the place he's just poked, finger tips smoothing over the skin. "I was thinking, next day off. I might buy some boots."
Which okay. Brendon doesn't have to be fluent for that one. Especially when Spencer's flushed red, his mouth pulled into a tight line.
"You'd look good in boots. Fantastic," Brendon says. He reaches for his laptop and hits the power button, the screen going dark as he presses closer to Spencer, head on his shoulder and just holds on.
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Date: 2009-06-02 08:01 am (UTC)Thank you for sharing it yay!
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Date: 2009-06-02 11:30 am (UTC)I think Brendon will still be all giddy at meeting Mikey, with much looking down *g*
Thank you <3