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mayqueen517Um. This was pretty much supposed to be Jon Walker/William Beckett porn for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
insunshine and it kind of. Morphed? Um. Oops?
It's actually mostly gen, which is weird, lol
But anyways, this is forinsunshine who totally is awesome. I got into bandom because of her, you guys! (Seriously!) Last year, during Xmas Rocks, I got her as my assignment, and I started thinking about those little dudes in Panic! At The Disco and...here you see me now.
I wanted to write her another version of Jon/William, because I don't think what I wrote last year was really what should have been written.
So. Here it is.insunshine, you are so awesome. I'm spectacularly glad you're on my F-list and I hope you have an awesome Christmas. ♥
Title: Looking For The Words To Say
Pairing: None, but implied future Jon Walker/Tom Conrad/William Beckett
Rating: PGish
Summary: Jon finds himself studying every picture taken of William, looking at the subtle nuances in expressions, the slight furrow of brow showing him deep in thought. The off-guard laughter that replaces the mask he tries to wear for everyone. When Jon looks up at Tom, he finds that Tom's watching him calmly.
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING, AND IF YOU THINK I DID, WHOA. AAHAH, NO. Title is from the song 'Winter Passing' by The Academy Is..., specifically this version.
When Jon joins the tour with The Academy Is... and Tom, he can't quite believe his luck. The guys are awesome, people he's either known or known of from the Chicago scene or through Tom. Tom, who's smiling brighter than Jon can remember, and who's taking more pictures than Jon can recall.
He takes pictures of William laughing, of William being serious, of William thinking and Jon thinks, Oh, because it makes sense. Fey smiles pass between the two of them and Jon knows he's not the only one to notice it.
Jon takes part in the pranks, laughs with them, sleeps with them, fucks around with some of them, and he fits in. He fits in and he can't help but be happiest.
He tunes Siska's bass one day, laughing with Tom as they talk shop, apertures and exposure times. Tom's collecting rolls of film to develop at some point, asking Jon if he wants to learn how to do some on his own.
Jon knows how to develop film with help, but the offer of being closed up in a room with nothing but film, chemicals, and Tom fill him with a heady sense of want.
The band takes him in, hugging him and laughing with him, laughing at him, if the situation calls for it. They dare him to do ridiculous stuff, skinny-dipping in November, which was a bad idea.
It's that idea that gets him the leverage to help Tom find a darkroom that they can borrow, the red lighting taking some getting used to.
"You and William, huh?" Jon asks as they wait for the timer to go off.
Tom looks startled, staring at Jon with calm eyes, the red light hinting at his nose ring, making him look familiar and alien in one glance.
"Um. Sometimes." And Tom looks mildly abashed, like he hadn't meant to answer, just deny and deny, but something in that reassures Jon that it's not too serious. It's not that Jon would be jealous, honestly. It's just that Jon worries about Tom who gets too invested into emotional connections.
He wants to tell him that just because they connect over music doesn't mean they'll connect over everything.
(Later, months later, Jon will figure that this is where he went wrong.)
"Oh. Okay," Jon says, letting it go and wondering if it's the right idea. When Tom gives him one of those awkward smiles, he figures that it's a good one, if not right. They continue to work in silence before the timer goes off and they're checking pictures.
Jon finds himself studying every picture taken of William, looking at the subtle nuances in expressions, the slight furrow of brow showing him deep in thought. The off-guard laughter that replaces the mask he tries to wear for everyone. When Jon looks up at Tom, he finds that Tom's watching him calmly.
It's an easy expression, one so much like back in the days of playing with 504Plan. It makes Jon smile and nudge his arm into Tom's, the surprised laugh filling the borrowed darkroom.
They pin the photos up and with the scent of chemicals swimming around them, Tom kisses him. Simple kisses that mean nothing and everything. Tangled tongues and loose fingers that frame faces and rasp over stubble. Jon sighs into the kisses, relaxing ever so slowly, until he's completely wrapped around Tom, kissing lazily.
Pulling back, Tom breathes heavily, the sound loud and harsh in the room, mingling with the sound of Jon's own rapid breathing. Resting his forehead against Jon's, Tom gives him one of those sweet and boyish smiles that make Jon's heart tighten. He looks younger, painfully so, and when Jon kisses him again, Tom doesn't fight it.
Months pass them by like leaves falling from the trees, something that Jon would think is an overly pretentious metaphor (yet again from William) until he sees the leaves falling. Different states, different leaves, but always the same colors.
When Tom relates it to them being on tour, different states, different songs, but the same people, William gives him this smile that seems to be more private than anything before.
They start drifting together more, Tom and William being said all at once, like Butcher and Siska, or Jon and TAI, and it's comforting.
Jon still worries though.
But Tom's eyes are lighting up more, his guitar playing is still the same, only better. He smiles and when William meets his eyes, the look that passes between them makes Jon feel like he's intruding. They never make him feel like that though, always content to settle around and on top of each other, like puppies.
Jon stretches out on the floor, not caring what might have been on the floor before. The point is that he has the room to do so and he's going to. His feet are propped up on the couch, braced against Tom and William's knees, toes curling into worn denim every so often.
Drowsy and happy, he closes his eyes, listening to the rest of the band file out before he drifts in and out of sleep.
What wakes him up isn't yelling or groaning, nothing like that, it's just the unmistakable sound of lips sliding against each other. Without looking, he knows that Tom and William are kissing, gentle and soft, like first kisses should be.
Jon wishes for a camera, but he doesn't open his eyes, letting them have the privacy. When he feels shifting on the couch, he opens his eyes then, seeing William breathing quickly, teeth catching on his lower lip. Hair falls into William's eyes and Tom brushes it back, something oddly intimate and it makes Jon's chest ache with something.
There's a part of him that says it's jealousy, but he dismisses it when Tom kisses William again.
They kiss thoroughly, exploring each others mouths and letting their hands wander. Tom pulls back and trails his lips along William's jawline, mapping the angles and hint of stubble.
Jon doesn't clear his throat, doesn't dare to break the moment up, but when he tries to feign sleep again, Tom clears his throat.
"We kind of know you're not sleeping, you know," Tom says conversationally, carefully peeking around William to smile lazily down at Jon. Sheepish, Jon shrugs and laughs, rubbing a hand over his face.
"Didn't wanna interrupt," Jon says finally, hearing William huff a breath of laughter before he turns around and looks down at Jon.
"You're Jon. You don't interrupt," William says, offering his hand to help Jon up. Jon looks at it and glances at Tom, seeing latent heat in his eyes and when Jon finally climbs onto the couch, William's smiling.
They're a pile of limbs, but William seems content in stretching across both Tom and Jon, letting his fingers card through Tom's hair lightly. Sitting in silence with words hovering in the empty space makes Jon's stomach twist and turn, but the moment that William touches his lips to Jon's, he thinks, Oh.
Jon gives in then, letting Tom wind arms around both of them, all three trading lazy kisses in the warm bus.
insunshine and it kind of. Morphed? Um. Oops?It's actually mostly gen, which is weird, lol
But anyways, this is for
insunshine who totally is awesome. I got into bandom because of her, you guys! (Seriously!) Last year, during Xmas Rocks, I got her as my assignment, and I started thinking about those little dudes in Panic! At The Disco and...here you see me now. I wanted to write her another version of Jon/William, because I don't think what I wrote last year was really what should have been written.
So. Here it is.
insunshine, you are so awesome. I'm spectacularly glad you're on my F-list and I hope you have an awesome Christmas. ♥Title: Looking For The Words To Say
Pairing: None, but implied future Jon Walker/Tom Conrad/William Beckett
Rating: PGish
Summary: Jon finds himself studying every picture taken of William, looking at the subtle nuances in expressions, the slight furrow of brow showing him deep in thought. The off-guard laughter that replaces the mask he tries to wear for everyone. When Jon looks up at Tom, he finds that Tom's watching him calmly.
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING, AND IF YOU THINK I DID, WHOA. AAHAH, NO. Title is from the song 'Winter Passing' by The Academy Is..., specifically this version.
When Jon joins the tour with The Academy Is... and Tom, he can't quite believe his luck. The guys are awesome, people he's either known or known of from the Chicago scene or through Tom. Tom, who's smiling brighter than Jon can remember, and who's taking more pictures than Jon can recall.
He takes pictures of William laughing, of William being serious, of William thinking and Jon thinks, Oh, because it makes sense. Fey smiles pass between the two of them and Jon knows he's not the only one to notice it.
Jon takes part in the pranks, laughs with them, sleeps with them, fucks around with some of them, and he fits in. He fits in and he can't help but be happiest.
He tunes Siska's bass one day, laughing with Tom as they talk shop, apertures and exposure times. Tom's collecting rolls of film to develop at some point, asking Jon if he wants to learn how to do some on his own.
Jon knows how to develop film with help, but the offer of being closed up in a room with nothing but film, chemicals, and Tom fill him with a heady sense of want.
The band takes him in, hugging him and laughing with him, laughing at him, if the situation calls for it. They dare him to do ridiculous stuff, skinny-dipping in November, which was a bad idea.
It's that idea that gets him the leverage to help Tom find a darkroom that they can borrow, the red lighting taking some getting used to.
"You and William, huh?" Jon asks as they wait for the timer to go off.
Tom looks startled, staring at Jon with calm eyes, the red light hinting at his nose ring, making him look familiar and alien in one glance.
"Um. Sometimes." And Tom looks mildly abashed, like he hadn't meant to answer, just deny and deny, but something in that reassures Jon that it's not too serious. It's not that Jon would be jealous, honestly. It's just that Jon worries about Tom who gets too invested into emotional connections.
He wants to tell him that just because they connect over music doesn't mean they'll connect over everything.
(Later, months later, Jon will figure that this is where he went wrong.)
"Oh. Okay," Jon says, letting it go and wondering if it's the right idea. When Tom gives him one of those awkward smiles, he figures that it's a good one, if not right. They continue to work in silence before the timer goes off and they're checking pictures.
Jon finds himself studying every picture taken of William, looking at the subtle nuances in expressions, the slight furrow of brow showing him deep in thought. The off-guard laughter that replaces the mask he tries to wear for everyone. When Jon looks up at Tom, he finds that Tom's watching him calmly.
It's an easy expression, one so much like back in the days of playing with 504Plan. It makes Jon smile and nudge his arm into Tom's, the surprised laugh filling the borrowed darkroom.
They pin the photos up and with the scent of chemicals swimming around them, Tom kisses him. Simple kisses that mean nothing and everything. Tangled tongues and loose fingers that frame faces and rasp over stubble. Jon sighs into the kisses, relaxing ever so slowly, until he's completely wrapped around Tom, kissing lazily.
Pulling back, Tom breathes heavily, the sound loud and harsh in the room, mingling with the sound of Jon's own rapid breathing. Resting his forehead against Jon's, Tom gives him one of those sweet and boyish smiles that make Jon's heart tighten. He looks younger, painfully so, and when Jon kisses him again, Tom doesn't fight it.
Months pass them by like leaves falling from the trees, something that Jon would think is an overly pretentious metaphor (yet again from William) until he sees the leaves falling. Different states, different leaves, but always the same colors.
When Tom relates it to them being on tour, different states, different songs, but the same people, William gives him this smile that seems to be more private than anything before.
They start drifting together more, Tom and William being said all at once, like Butcher and Siska, or Jon and TAI, and it's comforting.
Jon still worries though.
But Tom's eyes are lighting up more, his guitar playing is still the same, only better. He smiles and when William meets his eyes, the look that passes between them makes Jon feel like he's intruding. They never make him feel like that though, always content to settle around and on top of each other, like puppies.
Jon stretches out on the floor, not caring what might have been on the floor before. The point is that he has the room to do so and he's going to. His feet are propped up on the couch, braced against Tom and William's knees, toes curling into worn denim every so often.
Drowsy and happy, he closes his eyes, listening to the rest of the band file out before he drifts in and out of sleep.
What wakes him up isn't yelling or groaning, nothing like that, it's just the unmistakable sound of lips sliding against each other. Without looking, he knows that Tom and William are kissing, gentle and soft, like first kisses should be.
Jon wishes for a camera, but he doesn't open his eyes, letting them have the privacy. When he feels shifting on the couch, he opens his eyes then, seeing William breathing quickly, teeth catching on his lower lip. Hair falls into William's eyes and Tom brushes it back, something oddly intimate and it makes Jon's chest ache with something.
There's a part of him that says it's jealousy, but he dismisses it when Tom kisses William again.
They kiss thoroughly, exploring each others mouths and letting their hands wander. Tom pulls back and trails his lips along William's jawline, mapping the angles and hint of stubble.
Jon doesn't clear his throat, doesn't dare to break the moment up, but when he tries to feign sleep again, Tom clears his throat.
"We kind of know you're not sleeping, you know," Tom says conversationally, carefully peeking around William to smile lazily down at Jon. Sheepish, Jon shrugs and laughs, rubbing a hand over his face.
"Didn't wanna interrupt," Jon says finally, hearing William huff a breath of laughter before he turns around and looks down at Jon.
"You're Jon. You don't interrupt," William says, offering his hand to help Jon up. Jon looks at it and glances at Tom, seeing latent heat in his eyes and when Jon finally climbs onto the couch, William's smiling.
They're a pile of limbs, but William seems content in stretching across both Tom and Jon, letting his fingers card through Tom's hair lightly. Sitting in silence with words hovering in the empty space makes Jon's stomach twist and turn, but the moment that William touches his lips to Jon's, he thinks, Oh.
Jon gives in then, letting Tom wind arms around both of them, all three trading lazy kisses in the warm bus.
