The CADY HONEY REQUESTED SLASH SLASH
Title:I don't have one 'sept CADY HONEY REQUESTED SLASH SLASH
Author: gondorknowsbest
Rating:PG
Pairing: None really but I guess Brendon/Jon Jondon
POV:3rd
Summary:Brendon gets drunk and says some things
Disclaimer:I own nothing at all
Author Notes: WOO! Cady Honeys slash. You requested it bub. And don’t worry, just for you there is no sex, just talk of sex
“WOOOOHOOO!” Brendon shouts at the top of his lungs standing wobbly on his barstool. Ryan rolls his eyes and grabs his arms, pulling him back down.
“Brendon, seriously, shut up. You are way to drunk,” Ryan informs him but figures its no use because everything he’s saying is going in one ear and out the other.
“Ryan. Ryan. R-ryan. I-I’m not drruuuunnk. I’m HAPPY,” he shouts the last word and everyone turns to look at them. Ryan apologizes and begins to drag Brendon over to a booth where Jon is sitting with Spencer.
“Please, Jon. PLEASE take him home,” Ryan begs. Jon looks at Brendon swaying next to him and chuckles.
“I-I know when I’m not wanted, cowboy Ryan,” Brendon says pulling at Ryan’s plaid shirt, “I’ll just put it in my holster and go home,” he huffs. At this, Spencer and Jon bust out laughing. “Come on Jon, lets mosey out of this cow town.”
“Okay, Ry, I’ll take him home,” Jon agrees standing up and taking Brendan’s arm, “Come on drunky,” he beckons.
Jon finally gets Brendon outside and starts to lead him towards his apartment. He has his arm around Brendon’s waist trying to steady him but failing miserably.
“God how much did you drink?” he says almost to himself.
“Oh I only drink a little bit,” Brendon slurs. Sure, Jon thinks. “Jon, your handsome you know? You really are.”
“Yes, I know,” Jon smiles figuring he’ll play along.
“And your beard!! Oh, your beard is so….so beardy!!” he exclaims. Jon laughs and grabs Brendon before he falls into a parked car.
“Beardy? Really? I’ve never been told that before.”
“Oh yeah, it’s the beardyest. You know what else?” Brendon asks getting real close to Jon’s ear, “You’ve gotta cute little butt too.” Brendon reaches a hand around Jon and smacks his behind. Jon laughs and shakes his head, still dragging Brendon along. “Jon, let me fuck your cute little butt. Please let me fuck it.” Jon erupts in a fit of giggles.
“No, Bren.”
They get to Jon’s apartment and Jon sets Brendon down on the couch giving him a blanket and a bucket.
“If you vomit on my couch, you’re cleaning it up. Use the bucket,” he instructs the boy who is already snuggling into the blanket.
“Y-you sure you don’t want me to fuck your butt?” Brendon asks sleepily. Jon smiles and pats his head.
“Maybe next time, buddy.”
Author: gondorknowsbest
Rating:PG
Pairing: None really but I guess Brendon/Jon Jondon
POV:3rd
Summary:Brendon gets drunk and says some things
Disclaimer:I own nothing at all
Author Notes: WOO! Cady Honeys slash. You requested it bub. And don’t worry, just for you there is no sex, just talk of sex
“WOOOOHOOO!” Brendon shouts at the top of his lungs standing wobbly on his barstool. Ryan rolls his eyes and grabs his arms, pulling him back down.
“Brendon, seriously, shut up. You are way to drunk,” Ryan informs him but figures its no use because everything he’s saying is going in one ear and out the other.
“Ryan. Ryan. R-ryan. I-I’m not drruuuunnk. I’m HAPPY,” he shouts the last word and everyone turns to look at them. Ryan apologizes and begins to drag Brendon over to a booth where Jon is sitting with Spencer.
“Please, Jon. PLEASE take him home,” Ryan begs. Jon looks at Brendon swaying next to him and chuckles.
“I-I know when I’m not wanted, cowboy Ryan,” Brendon says pulling at Ryan’s plaid shirt, “I’ll just put it in my holster and go home,” he huffs. At this, Spencer and Jon bust out laughing. “Come on Jon, lets mosey out of this cow town.”
“Okay, Ry, I’ll take him home,” Jon agrees standing up and taking Brendan’s arm, “Come on drunky,” he beckons.
Jon finally gets Brendon outside and starts to lead him towards his apartment. He has his arm around Brendon’s waist trying to steady him but failing miserably.
“God how much did you drink?” he says almost to himself.
“Oh I only drink a little bit,” Brendon slurs. Sure, Jon thinks. “Jon, your handsome you know? You really are.”
“Yes, I know,” Jon smiles figuring he’ll play along.
“And your beard!! Oh, your beard is so….so beardy!!” he exclaims. Jon laughs and grabs Brendon before he falls into a parked car.
“Beardy? Really? I’ve never been told that before.”
“Oh yeah, it’s the beardyest. You know what else?” Brendon asks getting real close to Jon’s ear, “You’ve gotta cute little butt too.” Brendon reaches a hand around Jon and smacks his behind. Jon laughs and shakes his head, still dragging Brendon along. “Jon, let me fuck your cute little butt. Please let me fuck it.” Jon erupts in a fit of giggles.
“No, Bren.”
They get to Jon’s apartment and Jon sets Brendon down on the couch giving him a blanket and a bucket.
“If you vomit on my couch, you’re cleaning it up. Use the bucket,” he instructs the boy who is already snuggling into the blanket.
“Y-you sure you don’t want me to fuck your butt?” Brendon asks sleepily. Jon smiles and pats his head.
“Maybe next time, buddy.”