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08 May 2007 @ 06:55 pm
Falling Up  
Title: Falling Up
Author: Telis (theaerosolkid)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jon/Brendon, Spencer/Jon with implied GSF
Summary: So, Jon Walker woke up one morning on the Nothing Rhymes With Circus tour missing, oh, say, about two and a half years of memory. Well, shit.
Word Count: 2773
Disclaimer: Fake, fake, fake.
A/N: Going-away present for kosher_pareve...we miss you lots! Have fun in Russia! So this is pretty lame and also pretty goddamn cracktacular, and has an inside joke in there that only Kasha's going to understand, but hey! Porn! Adorably confused Jon Walker!



--

"Um," Jon said uncertainly to the skinny guy with the hips standing in the kitchenette of the tour bus. "Hello?"

"Dude, did you drink the last of the coffee?"

"...No?"

"You lie like a rug, Walker," he said disapprovingly. "Asshole."

"Sorry?" Jon tentatively moved to the table and sat down.

Another scrawny guy stumbled into the kitchenette from the bunks, this one taller and even slimmer. Jesus, it looked like his legs went on for forfuckingever. "Coffee," he grunted.

"Jon drank it all," the one with the hips said.

"Did not," Jon said automatically. What the fuck? Where was the goddamn van? Where was Nick? Where the hell- just. What. Where the hell- what was the deal with the skinny kids and the fucking tour bus and why did Jon feel stubble on his face!?

"Lies," the one with the hips said again.

"Blame Brendon," Legs said offhandedly.

"Fuckers!" Jon heard from the bunks.

"Kiss my ass," Hips yelled back.

"Suck my dick," was the prompt response.

Jon shook his head hard, trying to clear it. Okay. Reassess. Last thing he remembered was...lots and lots of Jack shots with Tom. Ten shows left on 504plan's leg of Warped Tour, okay. He glanced outside the window and saw snow. So, not exactly on Warped anymore, unless snow was making a charming habit of showing up in July. He scratched aimlessly at his face – stupid itchy stubble – and glanced across the table at the bickering.

Apparently "Brendon" had joined in on the debate over who was responsible for drinking the rest of the coffee, because now there was a third tiny little thing, wearing sweatpants and a bright lavender hoodie, poking Hips in the face. Jon glanced down at the magazine on the tabletop – holy fuck, was that him? Since when did he wear his hair long!? Since when did he wear eyeliner, Christ? Had 504plan gotten that big? He peered a little closer at the cover, seeing the familiar faces not of Tom and Nick and the rest of the band, but rather the three guys still fighting over who to blame.

PANIC! AT THE DISCO, the magazine cheerfully proclaimed. Jon shook his head again, rubbed at his eyes. What the fuck, his brain helpfully supplied. The top of the magazine read NOVEMBER 2006, oh shitting fuckiting fuck, how the hell did he lose two and a half years? If you drink enough on an empty stomach, is it possible to create a tunnel through time into the future?

"Jon will vouch for me," he heard, and he looked up sharply, wide-eyed and confused. Brendon climbed into Jon's lap, and then Jon's brain kind of went, Hey, wait, what? Am I gay in the future? Is it the future? Time-travel? Does relativity affect you if you drank an entire bottle of Jack with some good friends? Whatthefuck, whatthefuck, whatthefuck. Brendon nuzzled furiously at Jon's neck, breathing hot and heavy, and hey, that was kind of nice, actually. His hands moved of their own accord up to Brendon's hips, pulling him in closer.

Jon flicked his gaze up to the other two, tense, looking for cues on how to behave. They seemed entirely unsurprised that their two bandmates were behaving like horny high school kids, and instead were rummaging through the pantry for some instant coffee.

Brendon kissed Jon's ear insistently, and he returned his attention to the squirming ball of energy in his lap. "I want to blow you," he said, fluttering his eyelashes prettily. Panicked, Jon looked to the other two, who had clearly heard but just didn't care. So, this was routine, then, Future Jon getting sucked off before breakfast?

Go with the flow! his brain yelled. Um. All right. If you insist.

"Uhm, okay," Jon said, and stood, taking Brendon with him. "Bunks?"

"Lounge," Brendon said decisively, wrapping his legs tightly around Jon's waist. "I really just want to get rid of the taste of morning breath."

"You're full of shit," Legs said. "You're just a little whore, own up to it."

Brendon stuck his tongue out and then bit Jon's neck as they headed down the bus to the lounge, spilling out of his arms and onto the couch. Jon kicked the door shut and, breathing hard, curled along Brendon on the couch. Going with the flow, he told himself, I have no idea what's going on and what I've skipped in the last almost-three-years, so I'm just going with the flow, going with the flow, yeah, that's right. Brendon was kissing him enthusiastically, nipping at his lower lip before biting it, licking up into Jon's mouth. He slipped a leg between Jon's thighs and hooked his other leg up around Jon's waist, drawing him in closer. Jon groaned into Brendon and ground down against him, getting hard already. "Fuck," he breathed into Brendon.

"Mmghfle," Brendon said in protest. "No, dude, I'm still all sore. I appreciate the fucking, you know, but, like, no more on hard tiley-like surfaces, that was a stupid idea." Okay, so, there's more information, his brain told him, you're actually kind of with this Brendon dude, okay, that works. Morning blowjobs are a plus, maybe Future Jon was onto something with the stubble. Brendon slithered out from under Jon and to his knees, working at the ties on Jon's pajama pants before jerking them down roughly, taking the tip of Jon's cock into his mouth. Jon let out a hard shuddering breath and tentatively combed his fingers into Brendon's hair. Brendon hummed appreciatively and leaned back into it, the vibrations pleasant around Jon's cock. He drew back and licked at the slit before ducking down and taking Jon in deeper, sucking him in.

Brendon bobbed his head gently, and Jon was mesmerized, watching the slow slip-slide of his dick between Brendon's wet, lush lips. Brendon let his eyes slip shut, smiling around Jon. He curled a hand around Jon, pumping briskly with the head firmly between his lips, sucking and swirling his tongue.

Jon gasped in a harsh breath and bucked his hips, wincing as Brendon gagged around him. Brendon pulled off and glared up at him. "Hey, asshole, we're still on tour. Mind not fucking up my voice?"

Okay! Jon's brain said cheerfully. Brendon is the singer, see, blowjobs are helpful. Informative, even.

"Sorry," Jon managed and Brendon went back to sucking and stroking, mollified.

"I mean," he said conversationally, pulling back off, still jerking his fist up and down around Jon's cock absentmindedly, "That wasn't that bad, but you know how Ryan gets."

"Sure," Jon breathed, wondering who the fuck Ryan was.

"Diva," Brendon said disconsolately, and took Jon halfway, sucking harder this time with his fingers teasing at the shaft. Jon threw his head back and scrabbled his fingertips at the back of Brendon's head, warning him. Brendon tilted back, leaving just the head in his mouth, sucking hard and swallowing expertly. He crawled back up Jon's body, nipping at his lips and pushing Jon flat on his back.

"Hi," Jon said throatily. Brendon wiggled his eyebrows and rubbed down against him, rolling his hips. He grabbed for one of Jon's hands and drew it up to his mouth, running the tip of Jon's middle finger along the swollen ridge of his bottom lip. Jon let out a shuddering breath and Brendon lapped at the blunt tip, sucking it into his mouth. Curious, Jon pushed his index finger in, too, letting Brendon coat them both with saliva.

Brendon fluttered his eyelashes again, and oh, okay, that's what he wanted. Cool, all right. Future Jon was way into the gay sex thing, all right. Kinda weird. Go with the flow, his brain repeated. Reciprocity is nice! Reciprocity leads to more blowjobs! Jon pulled his hand away and slipped it around under the waistband of Brendon's sweatpants, stroking between his cheeks. Brendon dropped his head and purred into Jon's neck, rutting shallowly against his hip. Jon pushed a finger into Brendon, liking the way he rocked back into it before pushing forward again. He wormed another finger in alongside the first, encouraged by Brendon's reaction. Brendon thrust back against the intrusion, moaning softly.

They managed – after a few false starts, Future Jon apparently had only slightly more prowess than his younger counterpart, what the hell, space-time continuum, really – to get a sharp rhythm going, Brendon fucking himself back onto Jon's curling fingers and pushing back onto the ridge of his hip before nudging his forehead hard against Jon's collarbone, biting desperately through the thin cotton of his undershirt as he came with a low whine.

Brendon sort of snarfled at Jon and fell back asleep, mouth open and drooling a bit. Jon blinked, but decided to just go with the flow.

Going with the flow = blowjobs!, his brain told him cheerfully, and he told it to fuck off so he could get some sleep.

--

Jon was more than a little nervous when they headed onstage for a quick rehearsal, gripping his bass like a good-luck charm. Brendon winked at him from downstage. Jon felt his heart speed up and his palms moisten with anxious sweat when the piano started up. A few beats in, though, and his hands were shifting of their own accord, plucking at the strings and shifting up the frets. Muscle memory, his brain crowed, triumphant, and Jon grinned over at Legs – shit, Ryan – on the opposite side of the stage.

The show that night went stunningly well, though Jon was a little uncomfortable watching Ryan shimmy over to him and drop to his knees, gazing up at Jon through softly feathered eyelashes smudged with eyeliner, nibbling small white teeth along the smooth curve of his mouth.

Jon gulped and shifted his guitar a bit, covering his hard-on as best he could, and enjoyed the show.

--

"Christ, it's late," Spencer said, rubbing at his eyes. He picked up the remote and turned the lounge TV off.

"Go to sleep," Jon advised, setting his book aside.

"Not tired," Spencer argued.

"Okay, then," Jon said with a shrug. Spencer crawled over to him and curled up around Jon, stretched out on the floor. Jon dropped one arm around Spencer's shoulders. The first time Ryan had nuzzled into the crook of his neck, Jon had flinched and darted his gaze over to Brendon, afraid of irritating his (boyfriend? lover?) significant other-thing. Brendon hadn't even noticed, apparently, and was likewise busy cuddling Spencer, anyway. He figured that they were just an affectionate bunch, and looking through his film, it seemed like his impression was correct.

But then Spencer's hand snaked down the soft curve of Jon's belly, kneading gently.

"Um," Jon tried, and Spencer leaned in and kissed him tenderly.

"I can't let Brendon keep you all to himself," Spencer murmured, flicking the tip of his tongue out to stroke at Jon's lip.

"Um," Jon tried again, interrupted by Spencer kissing him harder, rubbing at his cock through the flannel. He arched into it a little, swearing under his breath. "Fuck, you're good at that."

Spencer gave him a weird look. "Well, yeah. You remember the survey."

Jon closed his eyes, "Um, yeah- ohh, shit," as Spencer squeezed lightly. "Ngh."

Spencer chuckled and kissed Jon's jaw, nosing at his stubble. "So, lube?"

"Ngh?"

Spencer laughed again, low and dark, and BAD IDEA, Jon's brain was blaring. Accidental time-travel and infidelity are not going to be a fun combination, his brain yelled, and his cock told it to either go away or tell Spencer where the goddamn lube was, Christ. Spencer pulled away and rummaged through the drawer with the DVDs, producing a half-empty bottle of Wet. He raised his eyebrow at Jon, who flushed and stripped out of his clothes, taking the lube from Spencer and staring stupidly at it.

"Come on, then," Spencer said impatiently, balling his pajamas up with Jon's. "I want to watch."

And ohh, this was getting simultaneously reallyreallygood and reallyreallybad, because, hi, Spencer motherfucking Smith had those goddamn awesome hips, but there was also Brendon, whom Jon was – well, okay, he wasn't quite clear on what he and Brendon were, exactly, but they were something.

But then Spencer leaned in with an exasperated sigh and pushed Jon onto his back before kissing him hungrily. "Come on," he mumbled, and Jon really couldn't argue with that kind of logic. Jon tipped his head back, urging Spencer to kiss his throat. Spencer complied, sucking gently before curling on his side, glancing meaningfully down at Jon's hand, still gripping the bottle.

Jon shrugged and slicked up his fingers, spreading his legs and working one finger up inside, experimentally, before nudging a second in, stretching himself. He twisted his fingers, okay, that was nice, but- then his hips jumped up in surprise, 'cause, hey! That was fucking nice, wow, damn, Future Jon'd had a good idea with this gay sex stuff. Jon felt inordinately pleased with himself, bucking his hips down and moaning quietly, biting his lip in a vain attempt to keep quiet. Spencer was breathing heavily alongside him, staring fixedly at Jon's hand.

"Okay," Spencer said roughly, snatching the lube and coating his dick. "Hands and knees."

"You could ask," Jon grumbled, but felt a harsh flutter in his belly and did as ordered. Spencer barked out a laugh and bit Jon's shoulder blade. Jon squirmed back as Spencer lined up his cock, breathing heavily.

Gay sex, his brain told him, I didn't think about the dick-up-my-ass bit of gay sex, hey, maybe instead-

And then Spencer was pushing into him, slowly, inch by glacial inch. And it burned, but fuck, that was nice, sort of stretching and just overall a pleasant sensation, hey, gay sex. Gay was all right, I can do gay, his brain was babbling. I can be gay like Nathan fucking Lane, yeah, totally doable. Totally. Sparkle me like Liberace, okay, that feels fucking good.

Spencer ducked his head down and sucked hard at the back of Jon's neck, tasting him as he thrust into him, painfully slow and deliberate.

"Want it faster?" Spencer grunted into Jon's ear, breath hot. Jon shivered.

"Unh," he moaned, trying (and failing miserably, fuck) to get Spencer to move faster.

Apparently Spencer got the message, because he chuckled darkly and slammed his hips hard, hitting thatspotrightthere, ohh God. Spencer dropped all his weight to Jon's back, sweaty and sliding against him. Jon pushed his hips back against Spencer, meeting him thrust for thrust until Spencer reached around and wrapped a nimble calloused finger around his cock, twisting and stroking nicely.

Jon tossed his head back, letting Spencer suck again at the crook of his neck, fuck, that'll leave a mark, grinding down on his cock and bucking up into the slick grip of his fist. Spencer laughed again, shaky this time before he came inside Jon, pulling at Jon's dick until he choked out a cry and came over Spencer's knuckles.

So, in summation, Jon thought as Spencer reached for tissues, Future Jon is an asshole.

But hey, his brain said cheerfully, at least Future Jon gets laid, like, a lot.

--

Jon glances down at his Sidekick and is surprised to see Tom's name pop up on caller ID. Cool.

"So, how goes the big gay orgy?" Tom asked after basic pleasantries were exchanged.

Jon coughed. "Swha?"

Tom laughed. "You know, the fearsome queersome."

Whatwhatwhatwhatsaywhat.

"Your band, Walker," Tom said slowly. "That creepy amorphous mass that is the reason why all of the goddamn label now actually knocks."

Wait. What?

Group sex! his brain yells. Tom is telling you that you have group sex! Like, all of you! Not a cheating bastard! Horny bastard, sure, cheating, no!!

"Gottago," Jon choked out and thumbed his phone off, running down the hallway, heading towards the bus where he knew the rest of the band were, playing a Halo tournament, because, hi, his brain says, a gay orgy sounds pretty nice right about now, please, Future Jon, motherfucking hero of the world.

Unfortunately, Jon banged his head pretty hard right into a fucking telephone pole on his way to the parking lot and blacked out.

--

"Time travel, are you shitting me? You seriously thought it was time travel!?" Ryan yelped, practically gagging on hysterical laughter.

"Shut up," Jon grumbled. "Random amnesia sucks, you asshole."

"Are you sure it's not that the space-time continuum fixed itself?" Ryan asked, wide-eyed with Spencer and Brendon writhing on the floor with laughter.

"Ohh, fuck you," Jon muttered.

Well, when you put it like that.

--
 
 
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Current Music: The Kung Fu Girls: Thinking of You
 
 
 
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the luckiest.theaerosolkid on May 9th, 2007 06:59 am (UTC)
Eeheehee!! I try.

Characterization, man, that's what I aim for :D
n: ass kissing monkeyfuckingtaemin on May 9th, 2007 03:06 am (UTC)
you. are. amazing.
i love it!!!!
the luckiest.: ass-kickin' orange juicetheaerosolkid on May 9th, 2007 06:59 am (UTC)
Thank you!!
~douchebag.: [patd]jwalkself_sustaining on May 9th, 2007 03:21 am (UTC)
aljf. You're killing me here, Melissa. Jon is perfect. Oh gosh.
Amnesia. Ahaha. I have to say, I was wary. But this was perfect. I love it.
the luckiest.theaerosolkid on May 9th, 2007 06:59 am (UTC)
:D

Thanks!
ryanross.brendonurie.spencersmith.jonwalker: pic#56535956damnpetewentz on May 9th, 2007 03:36 am (UTC)
so i love that jon doesnt know waht is going on. and that bren cant even stop talking while blowing jon.
this affectionate bunch is hilarious.
the luckiest.: bden GRAR.theaerosolkid on May 9th, 2007 07:00 am (UTC)
Brendon has a mouth on him, true story.

Thanks for reading! :D
we revolutionize over the kick and the snare: jarrod guitarfrequencies on May 9th, 2007 04:53 am (UTC)
The best part is that it's a Shel Silverstein title. Ahahah!!! OHHH, YOU. Nathan Lane, oh, man. THE BIRDCAGE. This was awesome, truly.

the luckiest.theaerosolkid on May 9th, 2007 07:00 am (UTC)
I KNOW RIGHT. Credit goees to Kasha though, she gave me a list of titles for Ricochet, and I nabbed one for this piece :D

Thanks, precious :D
dressed to be leftoncewasenough on May 9th, 2007 06:16 am (UTC)
Legs! Hips! Hahahaha
I would totally feel bad for Jon and his memory-lapsed self except for the part where he gets to have group sex with his bandmates. One can't really be anything but jealous about that.
the luckiest.: brendon WHOOHOOtheaerosolkid on May 9th, 2007 07:01 am (UTC)
I'm so jealous, honestly :/ Like. Sex with Panic! At the Disco has got to be a madcrazy carnival ride.

Thanks for reading :D
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the luckiest.: ashleetheaerosolkid on May 9th, 2007 07:27 am (UTC)
Bahaha, I'm glad you liked it! Theme of this piece: can I make Kasha grin like a moron? HERE IS HOPING.
seanarenay on May 9th, 2007 11:45 am (UTC)
Hello, this is hysterical and hot. Oh, Jon Walker. Mentally high-fiving his future self every ten seconds. He's a mothertrucking rock star with three pretty boythings lining up to do him?! Score!

hi, his brain says, a gay orgy sounds pretty nice right about now, please, Future Jon, motherfucking hero of the world.

HAHAHA ILU JON WALKER.

You are terribly clever, this is the good stuff.
the luckiest.: bones: geektheaerosolkid on May 9th, 2007 04:23 pm (UTC)
Good old Jon Walker! I mean, we know him as this somewhat dorky sort of zenlike Mature Guy -- BUT IMAGINE HIM AT 18.

Thanks for reading! :D
hobos are the new unicornsjzbell on May 9th, 2007 01:20 pm (UTC)
Don't tell anyone that I read a fic when I was supposed to be studying. Especially a non-OTP fic. I just. Amnesia! He thought it was time travel! *flails around*

I loved everyone's voices here. Ryan's. And, you know, everyone's.

<3!
the luckiest.: bden GRAR.theaerosolkid on May 9th, 2007 04:26 pm (UTC)
OF COURSE HE THOUGHT IT WAS TIME TRAVEL! Eeheehee. Methinks your suggestion of watching lots of interviews has helped with my dialogue, so thanks for that and for the comment.

(dude. Can you imagine Ryan laughing at Jon about him thinking amnesia = time travel in his goddamn monotone!? *sporfles*)
Rossigypsycaravan on May 10th, 2007 12:30 am (UTC)
omg this was all kinds of cute


totally loved the humor, and just wanted to huggle jon to death in this fic. write more fic like this. they're AMAZING!!

XO rosie
the luckiest.theaerosolkid on May 10th, 2007 01:44 am (UTC)
:D

Thanks! I was extremely amused, thinking about baby!Jon :D
(Anonymous) on May 10th, 2007 09:08 pm (UTC)
i kind of love how brendon can get off on just being finger fucked.it's like really really really hot. Brendon is my favorite bottom EVAAAR.And this is a wonderful piece of crackfic smut.
the luckiest.theaerosolkid on May 10th, 2007 11:05 pm (UTC)
Thanks :)
the claw-foot Lady: sly and slowsoftlyforgotten on May 11th, 2007 07:30 am (UTC)
sgkshgksgh ohmygod I think I'm in love. With you. And Jon. And Spencer, the little slut.

I fell off my chair about five times in the reading of this (I think I need to buy a new one, seriously) - Brendon is the singer, see, blowjobs are helpful. Informative, even and Reciprocity is nice! Reciprocity leads to more blowjobs! - Going with the flow = blowjobs!, his brain told him cheerfully, and he told it to fuck off so he could get some sleep. and I'm sort of sensing a theme where I like Jon and blowjobs here, so let's move on. *cough*

I love Tom randomly ringing and the "the fearsome queersome" and Future Jon, motherfucking hero of the world and seriously everything.

just. yes. LOVE. *flails*
the luckiest.theaerosolkid on May 11th, 2007 07:46 am (UTC)
Eeheehee!! Spencer is a little slut! :D And we love him for it, true story.

:D
tell me your heart doesn't race for a hurricanejocondite on May 12th, 2007 02:49 am (UTC)
Okay, I read this in the computer lab at my uni library, which was such a bad idea, I can't even tell you, because I was sitting here trying not to squeak with glee at all the funny and, you know, at all of the smoking hot. I have such an amnesia kink it is a little bit embarrassing. Jon trying to make sense of it all - oh my god, I am so madly in love with this. I can't even tell you how much this has filled me with happy, but hopefully the random and excessive use of breathless italics conveys it somewhat.
the luckiest.: JWalk - OMG.theaerosolkid on May 12th, 2007 05:45 am (UTC)
Amnesia kink? That's one I hadn't heard, before! Glad to please you ;)
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jessica: PATD jwalk RSduendeoflorien on May 12th, 2007 03:54 am (UTC)
dude.

this rocks.

this is *so* going on my del.icio.us.

the luckiest.: balloonstheaerosolkid on May 12th, 2007 05:45 am (UTC)
AWESOME, thanks :D
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cheap champagne and a complicated lifestyle: Awesomelooneyluna on May 12th, 2007 07:53 am (UTC)
This was fantastic. Jon's inner monologue is possibly the greatest thing to happen to crackfic since PATD got together.
the luckiest.: balloonstheaerosolkid on May 12th, 2007 08:08 am (UTC)
Thanks! That is....a COLLOSSAL compliment ;)