oftentimes into the water
Title: oftentimes into the water
Author: Telis (theaerosolkid)
Rating: PG-13, for language
Pairing: Genfic, GSF implied
Summary: "Yeah, we're stuck for a couple hours," Spencer says, closing his eyes. For we_are_cities June 05 07, but mostly frequencies
Word Count: 343
Disclaimer: Fake, fake, fake.
A/N: Thanks to vertigoxcured for the quick beta!
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"I miss staircases," Ryan says quietly to the night air. "There're too many elevators in hotels."
An explosive breath. "It's too fucking hot," Jon says and sits up, tugs his shirt off. Spencer flops down next to them, Brendon following closely behind him. "Any news?" he asks.
"Yeah, we're stuck for a couple hours," Spencer says, closing his eyes. Jon tilts his head and can see Brendon crouched at Ryan's feet, back on his haunches and playing careful fingertips over the ridges of his toes.
"Tickles," Ryan says, shifting away. Brendon gives up and focuses on Jon, ruffling his hair. "We're going to end up driving through rush hour, you know."
"Maybe we'll miss the radio interview," Spencer says hopefully.
"Maybe there'll be air conditioning backstage," Brendon says with a dreamy expression on his face. Jon knocks his skull against Brendon's hand, passing along a goofy grin.
"Maybe," Jon says, "maybe there'll be a diner open, in town, and we can get waffles."
"What, like now?" Brendon asks, tilting his head and pausing in his ministrations.
"Yeah," Spencer says, sitting up, "Hey, yeah, that's a good idea. Waffles."
"Think Zack'll let us go?" Ryan says, skeptical.
"Zack is powerless to resist my adorable pathetic puppy-dog face," Brendon says smugly, standing up and dropping his hand down to Ryan. "I know. I tested it. Reproducible results. It's all very scientific."
"I'm sure," Jon says, pulling Spencer up towards him.
"Magical voyage, for waffles," Brendon tells Zack. "We need it. Our valour is being tested."
"By what?" Zack asks, looking up from the engine, still faintly smoking.
"By this horrific trial of. Things. The bus, you know, it's God testing us," Brendon says breezily.
"We have to go on an epic quest, to prove our worth," Jon says earnestly. Zack laughs, shakes his head.
"Sure," he says, gesturing with his phone, "Go by yourselves, keep in touch."
Brendon cheerfully salutes and jumps on Jon's back. Ryan shrugs and does the same to Spencer, and they set off, just like that, dewdrops clinging between their scapulae.
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Author: Telis (theaerosolkid)
Rating: PG-13, for language
Pairing: Genfic, GSF implied
Summary: "Yeah, we're stuck for a couple hours," Spencer says, closing his eyes. For we_are_cities June 05 07, but mostly frequencies
Word Count: 343
Disclaimer: Fake, fake, fake.
A/N: Thanks to vertigoxcured for the quick beta!
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"I miss staircases," Ryan says quietly to the night air. "There're too many elevators in hotels."
An explosive breath. "It's too fucking hot," Jon says and sits up, tugs his shirt off. Spencer flops down next to them, Brendon following closely behind him. "Any news?" he asks.
"Yeah, we're stuck for a couple hours," Spencer says, closing his eyes. Jon tilts his head and can see Brendon crouched at Ryan's feet, back on his haunches and playing careful fingertips over the ridges of his toes.
"Tickles," Ryan says, shifting away. Brendon gives up and focuses on Jon, ruffling his hair. "We're going to end up driving through rush hour, you know."
"Maybe we'll miss the radio interview," Spencer says hopefully.
"Maybe there'll be air conditioning backstage," Brendon says with a dreamy expression on his face. Jon knocks his skull against Brendon's hand, passing along a goofy grin.
"Maybe," Jon says, "maybe there'll be a diner open, in town, and we can get waffles."
"What, like now?" Brendon asks, tilting his head and pausing in his ministrations.
"Yeah," Spencer says, sitting up, "Hey, yeah, that's a good idea. Waffles."
"Think Zack'll let us go?" Ryan says, skeptical.
"Zack is powerless to resist my adorable pathetic puppy-dog face," Brendon says smugly, standing up and dropping his hand down to Ryan. "I know. I tested it. Reproducible results. It's all very scientific."
"I'm sure," Jon says, pulling Spencer up towards him.
"Magical voyage, for waffles," Brendon tells Zack. "We need it. Our valour is being tested."
"By what?" Zack asks, looking up from the engine, still faintly smoking.
"By this horrific trial of. Things. The bus, you know, it's God testing us," Brendon says breezily.
"We have to go on an epic quest, to prove our worth," Jon says earnestly. Zack laughs, shakes his head.
"Sure," he says, gesturing with his phone, "Go by yourselves, keep in touch."
Brendon cheerfully salutes and jumps on Jon's back. Ryan shrugs and does the same to Spencer, and they set off, just like that, dewdrops clinging between their scapulae.
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