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Why does this feel like I'm cheating on JC?
I committed bandslash. It was a teeny commentfic in exsequar's journal and I'm reposting here for posterity and stuff.

Though there are really only two people on my flist who would like this and one of them is exsequar and the other in Turkey. *grumbles*

Anyway. Written because Brendon Urie (of Panic! at the Disco) gave an interview wherein he said that William Beckett (of The Academy Is...) was sexy and also really gentle and he said that Gabe Saporta (of Cobra Starship) snores. And thus was born this teeny ficlet.

The Rockstar Lifestyle
Brendon/William

It wasn't a sex thing. Or it didn't start out that way. It was more a 'too wasted to make it out of this hotel room or off this bed thing'

Brendon started partying with The Academy boys and because his band was still mostly pretending they were wholesome capri sun drinking folks too pure for the demon alcohol.

Bill Beckett pretty much never pretended to be too pure for anything.

So they would drink, in various combinations in various hotel rooms and then passing out together in a pile of BrendonWilliamButcherSiskyCardenwhoever. Waking up hung over and pressed between Andy Mrotek and Mike Carden should not have been pleasant, but Brendon mostly just thought it was exhilerating and rockstarish.

One night it was just Brendon and Bill and Gabe and a bottle of Grey Goose. After they were done talking about their place in the universe ("You don't understand Urie", Bill had said, listing slightly to the left and leaning heavily on Gabe. "We will be remembered by history. We will go down as being part of a truly epic phase in music history. We are dismissed as 'emo' and 'for teenies' now but we will be lauded. Oh yes. We will be lauded." And then Gabe had laughed for ten minutes straight while William pouted) they fell asleep on one of the double beds with William in the middle to the soundtrack of Gabe snoring lightly.

Sometime in the night the light snores become giant fucking loud snores that were impossible to sleep through. For Brendon. William was either too drunk or too used to it to be awake.

Brendon should have gotten up and gone to his own room. It was early enough that he might be able to sneak in without Ryan noticing and making betrayed faces.

But what Brendon ended up doing was staring at William. He did that a lot lately. Probably more than he ought to given the platonic nature of his relationship with William. But he couldn't help it. Bill was just so fucking pretty. He was all lips and hips and fucking great hair and Brendon just wanted to hold him down and lick him. Or at least touch him in highly inappropriate and non-platonic ways.

Brendon was busy contemplating the non-platonic way he wanted to suck William's cock and so he didn't notice that the man in question was waking up. When he did notice he flushed and Bill grinned.

"You little shit. You totally want me."

Brendon shook his head. "Um...no?"

"BS Urie. You so fucking want my hot body."

Brendon was searching for some plausible way to deny this when William rolled on top of him and stuck his tongue in Brendon's mouth.

"But...Gabe?" Brendon gasped around William's tongue.

"Sleeps like the dead. Won't be up for hours."

Brendon thought about pushing William away, or at least trying to get him to move to the other bed but then William worked his hand into Brendon's pants and Brendon grinned.

Being a rockstar was so fucking awesome.