|lisaroquin (lisaroquin) wrote in spookathon,|
@ 2008-10-30 19:50:00
|Entry tags:||author: t_usual_suspect, jon walker/brendon urie, panic at the disco, spookathon08|
FIC 08: Furbabies by t_usual_suspect--panic, jon/brendon
Rating: ...pg, and i don't think it's even that "bad"
Fandom: Bandom--Panic at the Disco
Disclaimer: I don't own them. This is just for fun. Suing me for money is about as productive an exercise as squeezing blood from a stone. I do not condone any illegal activities that may be written about in my fiction, nor do I partake in any of these activities personally. This is a work of fiction, and should be treated as such. If you got here by googling yourself or someone you know, for the love of my sanity, hit the back button or DON'T TELL ME WHO YOU ARE.
Summary: Jon supposed that knowing his bandmate, best friend, and sometimes…fuckbuddy—what the hell were they, anyway—was a werewolf was a bit of a mindtrip or some serious mental fuckery. Or at least it was supposed to be weird.
Author's note: written for spookathon 2008; prompt: Jon/Brendon, werewolfiness, bonus for after full moon sex. I'm fucking with werewolf lore. he's more of a wolf than a beast, still with a wolf's instincts, but he's *Brendon*, people. He's a friendly, bouncy, energetic person. He's going to be a friendly, bouncing, energetic wolf. He looks like a wolf. Acts like a wolf. Sharper, more savy than a real wolf would be since he's still Brendon inside, just furry on the outside, but can blend in where he has to. Also, if this leaves you feeling like there's more to the story, good. means i did my job. :P There is more, i just screwed up while arguing with them, and ran out of time. Also, this is my mental image of what Brendon looks like as a wolf.
Word count: 1562
Jon supposed that knowing his bandmate, best friend, and sometimes…fuckbuddy—what the hell were they, anyway—was a werewolf was a bit of a mindtrip or some serious mental fuckery. Or at least it was supposed to be weird. Somehow, though, it wasn’t. It wasn’t any of that. First of all, it was Brendon, which said a whole bunch in and of itself. The guy had more energy than any person alive, and was a lot like a puppy with the way he was always up in everybody’s space in his ongoing bid for attention.
His whole band was full of some seriously strange characters, if he stopped long enough to think about it. Spencer's affinity for shoes and facial hair, his hips, and his disturbing tendency to be able to out-bitchface anyone, sometimes even Zack. Ryan Ross's love of scarves, vintage clothing, and...well, his very existence. Even their honorary members, like Zack and Shane and Eric, were all weird. Brendon just took it to new heights sometimes. A lot of the time. All right, fine, most of the time.
The thing was, none of this actually bothered him. Fuck knew he was just as weird as the rest of his band, though his weird was probably more run of the mill. Well, until falling in love with his werewolf bandmate was factored into the equation. Then all bets were off.
Welcome to Panic at the Disco, Jon thought to himself with a snort. Where the weird shit is normal and being normal is weird. Whatever normal actually is, anyway.
He sipped his beer and continued to just sort of sit and stare, letting his mind wander and process everything. He had managed to find a quiet spot at their latest venue, in his free time somewhere between soundcheck and the call to start getting ready. Jon had told Zack he needed a little time to think by himself, and promised there would be no leaving of the venue. He had to show Zack proof that he had his cell phone, fully charged, and text status updates every fifteen minutes, but it was a small price to pay for some actual solitude. He loved the rest of his band, wouldn't trade them for the world, but they made it fucking hard to just think sometimes.
That line of thought brought Jon right back to Brendon and his disturbing tendency to invade just about every portion of Jon's life. The bassist didn't mind, exactly. He knew he was falling in love with Brendon. He honestly loved having Brendon climb all over him, bounding around, being Brendon, but there was no denying the fact that his energy was sometimes such that thinking about anything else was just not going to happen. Ergo, Jon had found space. He needed to figure out what the hell he was doing, what was going on, and whether he wanted to let it.
The whole thing was, of course, complicated by the fact that Brendon was forced to turn into a fucking wolf three nights out of the year (and would randomly chose to change whenever else he damned well felt like it). It was probably the best kept secret within the band, at least from the public eye. It wasn't that Brendon was ashamed of it; on the contrary, he reveled in it. Even if it was the main reason his parents had asked him to leave, even if it had cost him more than one girlfriend, even if it had cost them Brent. Jon had mostly figured that part on his own. It was more that they didn't want to deal with the fall out from the public.
The willingness to embrace what he was was very much part of what made Jon love Brendon. They lived in a fishbowl, every single thing they did open for the scrutiny of the fans and media. It sucked, and they all chose to hide parts of themselves, put forward a persona that was "public friendly". Brendon hid less, though, every bit of his energy and quirky personality coming through for the fans to know and love. The werewolf thing was probably the only major thing that Brendon really hid.
That didn't mean he hid from it, or hid it from those close to him, those that he trusted. On the contrary, he was always inviting them to come with him when he changed. He insisted that it was safe since he was still Brendon inside and fully in control of his faculties. He wasn't going to bite them or attack them; he just wanted company. Jon took him up on this more often lately, loving to see the fuzzy black wolf that was Brendon running around him in circles, cavorting happily. It was soothing in a lot of ways, though it was mostly just a lot of fun to watch .
Jon sighed and took a drag off his cigarette. That was most of the problem. Brendon was fun to watch, whether he was human or lupine. It was tough to watch him on stage sometimes, dancing, singing, and playing with seemingly boundless energy. His contortions were endless and amusing, incredible amounts of fun, and sometimes, downright sexy. Jon was just very glad that he could occasionally shift his bass in front of himself to hide just how damned sexy he thought it was.
And that...that right there was the moral of the story, wasn't it? He found Brendon sexy, wonderfully attractive, intelligent, funny...every fucking cliche thing someone was supposed to find someone else. He knew he was falling--had fallen, really--in love with his bandmate. The rest of the tangled up worries seemed to pale in the face of that. It was...
Jon never actually managed to figure out what it was, because just then, Brendon flopped down next to him. "Hey there, Jonny Walker. You wandered away from us. Did you finally get sick of us?"
Jon snorted and poked Brendon's leg while seruptitiously checking for Zack. There was no way Brendon was out here on his own. Sure enough, their body guard stood a short distance away, watching without staring. When he caught Jon looking at him, he tapped his wrist significantly, and then purposely turned his back, giving Jon and Brendon the illusion of privacy while he kept a watch for crazed fangirls. Zack, you're a god damned saint, sometimes. Thank you, Jon thought before turning back to Brendon.
"Nah, just needed to think a bit," he said quietly. "Love you guys, but listening to endless rounds of Spencer and Ryan isn't always the best way to do some thinking."
Brendon nodded wisely, his jocular, kind of assholish public persona dropping to let the more serious, though no less cheerful, real Brendon through. "They can be, and today they seem to be bent on remembering the most horrifying of childhood memories. Seriously. I might be scarred for life. I did not need to know that Ryan once ate an entire box of twinkies, and then puked it up into Mrs. Smith's pathos plant."
Jon laughed. "Thanks for that. I didn't really need to know that either."
Brendon just grinned and leaned into Jon. "I had to share my mental anguish. it was the only way I was going to survive."
Jon chuckled and worked on finishing his cigarette before Zack came over and dragged them off. "Then I'm glad I could save your life," he said seriously, which earned him a pinch. It wasn't hard, though, and Brendon didn't say another word, just sitting there silently with Jon, soaking up the last little bit of free time they had before it was time to go back to being members of Panic at the Disco.
Before long, though, Brendon and Jon heard Zack's distinctive throat clearing, the sign that he was about to make them go and rejoin the rest of the world. "C'mon, Jonny Walker. We've got thousands of screaming fans we need to go entertain," Brendon said as he stood and offered his hand to Jon.
Jon snorted softly but allowed himself to be pulled up. He was surprised, though, when Brendon didn't let go and didn't move back, which meant that they wound up pressed together chest, hip, thigh. "Hey," he said softly, finding himself completely entranced by chocolate brown eyes.
"Hey," Brendon whispered back. "D'ya wanna go out with me tonight? It's a hotel night, and Zack says there's this huge preserve like...a mile away, or something and that he'll take me--us--there after the show." His eyes were shining with excitement, and what Jon sort of thought might be hope. It warmed him and he found himself grinning.
"Yeah, think I do," he answered. "You know I love going out with you, watching you run and play."
Brendon's grin was so bright that it seemed to light up the world around them. "Awesome!" Brendon declared. "I'll tell Zack, and tonight, we'll go running! It'll be awesome!" He ducked his head a little and nuzzled very briefly at Jon's throat, the way he always did when pleased or excited and they were alone.
Jon couldn't stop the grin that stayed on his face as they turned and headed towards Zack. Yeah, definitely okay with the whole falling in love with a werewolf thing, he decided as Brendon swung their laced together hands and laughed. Definitely okay.