untitled ficlet (bandom)
For why_me_why_not, who replied in the affirmative when I txted: Bden/Shane/Patrick, studio shenanigans, y/n?
untitled
540 words
Brendon, Shane, Patrick
D/s undertones
FAKE. If you got here by googling yourself or a friend, turn around NOW.
*
The thing is. The thing is, Shane and Brendon really are just friends. Good friends who live together and have a dog, but just friends. Not boyfriends. Not friends who fuck sometimes.
It's not that Shane doesn't recognize the inherent potential. There's a latent attraction that neither has ever acted on: Shane because he's been with Regan; Brendon because even he has learned through awkward experience that it's maybe not such a good idea to casually fuck someone you're going to have to wake up with and work with and live with after the fucking's done.
So, yeah, not a Thing. Shane films Brendon and his band when he doesn't have other work lined up, and they hang out (read: smoke up, play with Dylan, and talk shit about each other's music, movie, and clothing choices) when they're home and sometimes elsewhere, when it doesn't interfere with professional duties. Most of the time, Shane forgets that he's got a few years on Brendon, but every once in a while, when Brendon's freaking out and a sharp word calms him, Shane is reminded that sometimes Brendon needs boundaries. That just because he couldn't live with his parents' rules doesn't mean he can live without any.
Everyone who knows about the Underwear Rule laughs, but that's not the only commandment in the Urie-Valdes household; it's just the one that made it onto the internet. Brendon breaks them sometimes, but mostly he's good about them, and when he isn't... well, something in his posture loosens, and he relaxes even as Shane orders him to clean up his mess, like he's more comfortable with some authority governing his life.
Shane doesn't think about it much, and honestly? It doesn't ever translate to anything else until he's hanging out in the studio, watching Brendon and Patrick work on 20 Dollar Nose Bleed.
Pete's babbling about their voices being interchangeable - and seriously, Shane wants to know what the fuck he's talking about, because Brendon and Patrick have entirely different vocal styles, and Shane's sure he'll be able to parse the two no matter how much mixing and layering goes into these tracks - when Shane glances over at the booth. Brendon's fidgeting, humming the refrain repeatedly, frowning.
It's weird, because Shane's been around Brendon in the studio before; he's experienced the process from start to finish, and he loves hearing Brendon do what he does so well. But he's never seen him this agitated - usually it's Ryan picking at things long after Brendon is satisfied. Now, though, Brendon is clearly unhappy with the sound, and he keeps going through the lyrics, making minute changes in the way they sound, until Patrick's murmur in his headphones and hand on his shoulder calm his twitching.
He watches as Brendon settles, responds to Patrick's input, which is really an order couched in a gentle voice, and he realizes that Patrick gets it, understands that sometimes Brendon needs a firm hand and someone else in control. He sees Brendon push up his body up, pressing into the weight of Patrick's palm, and he wonders when Patrick figured it out. He wonders how Patrick figured it out.
When his stomach clenches, Shane wonders if maybe it's a Thing after all.
untitled
540 words
Brendon, Shane, Patrick
D/s undertones
FAKE. If you got here by googling yourself or a friend, turn around NOW.
*
The thing is. The thing is, Shane and Brendon really are just friends. Good friends who live together and have a dog, but just friends. Not boyfriends. Not friends who fuck sometimes.
It's not that Shane doesn't recognize the inherent potential. There's a latent attraction that neither has ever acted on: Shane because he's been with Regan; Brendon because even he has learned through awkward experience that it's maybe not such a good idea to casually fuck someone you're going to have to wake up with and work with and live with after the fucking's done.
So, yeah, not a Thing. Shane films Brendon and his band when he doesn't have other work lined up, and they hang out (read: smoke up, play with Dylan, and talk shit about each other's music, movie, and clothing choices) when they're home and sometimes elsewhere, when it doesn't interfere with professional duties. Most of the time, Shane forgets that he's got a few years on Brendon, but every once in a while, when Brendon's freaking out and a sharp word calms him, Shane is reminded that sometimes Brendon needs boundaries. That just because he couldn't live with his parents' rules doesn't mean he can live without any.
Everyone who knows about the Underwear Rule laughs, but that's not the only commandment in the Urie-Valdes household; it's just the one that made it onto the internet. Brendon breaks them sometimes, but mostly he's good about them, and when he isn't... well, something in his posture loosens, and he relaxes even as Shane orders him to clean up his mess, like he's more comfortable with some authority governing his life.
Shane doesn't think about it much, and honestly? It doesn't ever translate to anything else until he's hanging out in the studio, watching Brendon and Patrick work on 20 Dollar Nose Bleed.
Pete's babbling about their voices being interchangeable - and seriously, Shane wants to know what the fuck he's talking about, because Brendon and Patrick have entirely different vocal styles, and Shane's sure he'll be able to parse the two no matter how much mixing and layering goes into these tracks - when Shane glances over at the booth. Brendon's fidgeting, humming the refrain repeatedly, frowning.
It's weird, because Shane's been around Brendon in the studio before; he's experienced the process from start to finish, and he loves hearing Brendon do what he does so well. But he's never seen him this agitated - usually it's Ryan picking at things long after Brendon is satisfied. Now, though, Brendon is clearly unhappy with the sound, and he keeps going through the lyrics, making minute changes in the way they sound, until Patrick's murmur in his headphones and hand on his shoulder calm his twitching.
He watches as Brendon settles, responds to Patrick's input, which is really an order couched in a gentle voice, and he realizes that Patrick gets it, understands that sometimes Brendon needs a firm hand and someone else in control. He sees Brendon push up his body up, pressing into the weight of Patrick's palm, and he wonders when Patrick figured it out. He wonders how Patrick figured it out.
When his stomach clenches, Shane wonders if maybe it's a Thing after all.