Fireflies, Brian/Frank, R, AU
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lizhanneTitle: Fireflies
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anne_elliot
Pairing: Brian/Frank
Rating: R
Notes: On Monday night I was supposed to go to sleep early. Then this image possessed me and I couldn't sleep until I wrote it down. Completely AU, of course.
Thanks toky_betty for the beta and to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zephyrina and veecious for the cheerleading while I was going crazy. :)
This also fits nicely forveecious's the way you hold a cigarette 'cause you don't know what to do with your hands when we are sitting this close challenge, so Vee, this one's for you. ♥
The first time they kiss it’s at night, and they’re sitting on the windowsill of Frank’s room, watching the fireflies in the garden below. They’re slightly drunk on beer and high on a shared joint, and Frank’s mouth tastes sweet when Brian opens it with his tongue, slow and tentative.
They don’t know what the fuck they’re doing, but that’s not going to stop them. High school is over and they feel like the world is in their hands, even if the world is made only of shows and shitty bands that sound fucking amazing to them and long trips in smelly, uncomfortable vans with other smelly guys uncomfortably piled on each other. They hold hands when they think no one is looking, but Frank gives a black eye to some guy anyway, when he calls them fags under his breath.
The first time they have sex it’s in Frank’s bedroom, again, with the summer heat coming in through the window and neither of them knowing what they’re doing, too much lube and sweat and “Brian, if you hurt me I’ll fucking kill you”, heartbeats collapsing and only the sound of kisses and muffled gasps after that. Brian sleeps with his head on Frank’s chest that night, listening to his heart.
They’ll never say I love you, but they hold hands when Frank lets Brian fuck him while he should be paying attention to the sound board. Anyone could catch them, it’s fucking terrifying and amazing to be doing that while the band plays and the sound ripples through them like waves, the bass resonating with the beat of their thrusts.
The first time Brian lets Frank be the one to fuck him Frank makes a huge mess of everything, it hurts and they slip and almost break a rib against the stupid window sill, because Frank wanted it to be romantic and Brian was thrilled at the thought that maybe someone could see them through the night. They laugh and kiss for ten minutes, slow and deep and lazy, then they move to the bed. Frank makes up for his mess, and Brian comes biting the pillow, shouting Frank’s name in the fabric while he pushes back against him to feel more.
They fight and make up, because Frank is an obnoxious asshole and start fights with everyone who he thinks might be looking at Brian, might be looking at them both in the wrong way, or might just be passing by while he’s pissed. Brian pretends nothing’s wrong and drags him out of fights, always the diplomat, then blows him in the back of the van to calm him down. “This is the last time I save your ass, Frank.”
Frank smiles, arrogant and sure of what they’re never going to say.
The first time they fight and don’t make up, they don’t talk for a week. Brian keeps on working, goes to shows, gets drunk, fucks a girl in a toilet. Frank chainsmokes for two days, makes his room even more of a mess than it already is throwing things around, then climbs up to Brian’s window one night and jumps on him, biting his collarbone and whispering “fuck me, fuck me” while desperately trying to get out of his clothes.
They smoke sitting naked on the floor of Brian’s room after that, silent and embarrassed, Frank playing with his cigarette as if he’s never seen one before in his life. “I’m sorry,” Frank says, and Brian forgets what he’d been mad about. Frank’s eyes glint in the light of a passing car through the window as Brian leans forward to capture the back of his neck with his right hand, pushing him close. The kiss smells like smoke and the ice cream Brian had after dinner, and the sweat on Frank’s skin. Brian licks a line up his shoulder to his neck, and pulls them both up. “Come to bed, you fucker.” They sleep spooning, Brian’s arm curled possessively on Frank’s hip.
The first time they leave Jersey, it’s together. They don’t know what they’ll do, if they’ll find a band, if Frank will ever be anything more than a sound tech who likes to trash his guitar on stage or if Brian will ever be the manager he wants to be, but they’re eighteen, summer isn’t over yet, and they’ve got the world in their (intertwined) hands.
Author:
anne_elliotPairing: Brian/Frank
Rating: R
Notes: On Monday night I was supposed to go to sleep early. Then this image possessed me and I couldn't sleep until I wrote it down. Completely AU, of course.
Thanks to
ky_betty for the beta and to zephyrina and veecious for the cheerleading while I was going crazy. :)This also fits nicely for
veecious's the way you hold a cigarette 'cause you don't know what to do with your hands when we are sitting this close challenge, so Vee, this one's for you. ♥The first time they kiss it’s at night, and they’re sitting on the windowsill of Frank’s room, watching the fireflies in the garden below. They’re slightly drunk on beer and high on a shared joint, and Frank’s mouth tastes sweet when Brian opens it with his tongue, slow and tentative.
They don’t know what the fuck they’re doing, but that’s not going to stop them. High school is over and they feel like the world is in their hands, even if the world is made only of shows and shitty bands that sound fucking amazing to them and long trips in smelly, uncomfortable vans with other smelly guys uncomfortably piled on each other. They hold hands when they think no one is looking, but Frank gives a black eye to some guy anyway, when he calls them fags under his breath.
The first time they have sex it’s in Frank’s bedroom, again, with the summer heat coming in through the window and neither of them knowing what they’re doing, too much lube and sweat and “Brian, if you hurt me I’ll fucking kill you”, heartbeats collapsing and only the sound of kisses and muffled gasps after that. Brian sleeps with his head on Frank’s chest that night, listening to his heart.
They’ll never say I love you, but they hold hands when Frank lets Brian fuck him while he should be paying attention to the sound board. Anyone could catch them, it’s fucking terrifying and amazing to be doing that while the band plays and the sound ripples through them like waves, the bass resonating with the beat of their thrusts.
The first time Brian lets Frank be the one to fuck him Frank makes a huge mess of everything, it hurts and they slip and almost break a rib against the stupid window sill, because Frank wanted it to be romantic and Brian was thrilled at the thought that maybe someone could see them through the night. They laugh and kiss for ten minutes, slow and deep and lazy, then they move to the bed. Frank makes up for his mess, and Brian comes biting the pillow, shouting Frank’s name in the fabric while he pushes back against him to feel more.
They fight and make up, because Frank is an obnoxious asshole and start fights with everyone who he thinks might be looking at Brian, might be looking at them both in the wrong way, or might just be passing by while he’s pissed. Brian pretends nothing’s wrong and drags him out of fights, always the diplomat, then blows him in the back of the van to calm him down. “This is the last time I save your ass, Frank.”
Frank smiles, arrogant and sure of what they’re never going to say.
The first time they fight and don’t make up, they don’t talk for a week. Brian keeps on working, goes to shows, gets drunk, fucks a girl in a toilet. Frank chainsmokes for two days, makes his room even more of a mess than it already is throwing things around, then climbs up to Brian’s window one night and jumps on him, biting his collarbone and whispering “fuck me, fuck me” while desperately trying to get out of his clothes.
They smoke sitting naked on the floor of Brian’s room after that, silent and embarrassed, Frank playing with his cigarette as if he’s never seen one before in his life. “I’m sorry,” Frank says, and Brian forgets what he’d been mad about. Frank’s eyes glint in the light of a passing car through the window as Brian leans forward to capture the back of his neck with his right hand, pushing him close. The kiss smells like smoke and the ice cream Brian had after dinner, and the sweat on Frank’s skin. Brian licks a line up his shoulder to his neck, and pulls them both up. “Come to bed, you fucker.” They sleep spooning, Brian’s arm curled possessively on Frank’s hip.
The first time they leave Jersey, it’s together. They don’t know what they’ll do, if they’ll find a band, if Frank will ever be anything more than a sound tech who likes to trash his guitar on stage or if Brian will ever be the manager he wants to be, but they’re eighteen, summer isn’t over yet, and they’ve got the world in their (intertwined) hands.
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Date: 2009-03-04 05:24 pm (UTC)♥___♥
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Date: 2009-03-04 10:12 pm (UTC)(It still reminds me of rain XD)
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Date: 2009-03-04 10:35 pm (UTC)&Hearts;
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Date: 2009-03-04 10:46 pm (UTC)Perfect rhythm, gorgeous, stark imagery and a sense of almost claustrophobic urgency.
One tiny tiny suggestion I can offer is to remove the word intertwined at the end, it's a bit superfluous and sweet. other than that is a gorgeous piece.
Brava.
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Date: 2009-03-18 04:31 pm (UTC)First of all, thanks for the lovely, detailed comment itself, it was wonderful to read and made me glad I posted this.
Second, I know what you mean about "intertwined", I thought about removing it for a while for the same reason you mention, but I can't bring myself to - I suppose it's my sappy, fluffy side showing. Thanks for the suggestion, anyway!
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Date: 2009-03-04 11:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-04 11:27 pm (UTC)I love your stupid face bb!!
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Date: 2009-04-04 04:44 pm (UTC)It's lovely! The way the writing flows from paragraph to paragraph, each one distinct but also part of the whole, quiet and lyrical. The slightly distant pov adds to the feeling that even though it's in present tense it's still something that happened years ago.