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Learned Your Name Without Words by Zee (NC17)
Good evening and howdy do! I'm Stephanie, and I'll be your driver for this month. I can't tell you how thrilled I am to be reccing for Bandom and bringing you some of my favorite stories this fandom has to offer. We've recently been flush with several Panic at the Disco fics, so I'm going to do my best to show you the other bands we have to offer. I promise they're just as delightful and ridiculous (if not moreso!) than the Panic boys. So sit back, relax, and away we go!
Title by Author (Rating)
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Bob Bryar/Frank Iero
Length: 10,810
Author on LJ: Zee, aka![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ficsbyzee
Author Website: Zee's Bandslash tag
Why this must be read: I love Bob/Frank for a variety of reasons, but it is also one of the most difficult pairings to get right. Authors tend to over exaggerate Frank's energy (much as they do Brendon Urie's) and turn him into a manic six year old in an adult's body. While he *can* be like that, he's also, ya know, an adult, and I think Zee's fic does a good job of portraying that.
Bob can't seem to remember when he and Frank hook up, and that really starts to take it's toll on Frank. For all it's not a long fic, it does pack a punch and you just can't help but hurt for both of them. I think Zee does a agood job of keeping the entire band dynamic intact as well, not shovign them off to the side because she doesn't want to bother with them.
The first time it happens, Frank just thinks that Bob is being a passive-aggressive asshole.
It's towards the end of Taste of Chaos, after the Seattle show. Frank and Bob exchange high-fives and grins when they all leave the stage, the same thing that happens after every performance, and Frank is used to the hot wire of tension curling in his gut when he meets Bob's eyes by now, but that night he decides to fuck it. Fuck it, just fuck it, he's done pussying out and he wants to make a move.
Gerard finds Bert and Frank can hear them already arguing before they disappear to wherever it is they disappear to, and Ray and Mikey head over to some bus party. Bob is still in their bus, sitting on the back of the couch and drumming his fingers on his thigh, a distant look on his face.
"You gonna crash now or just hang out for a while?" Frank asks, since Bob doesn't look like he's planning on going out.
Bob shrugs. "I could probably use the extra sleep." The corner of his mouth quirks up and he stops drumming his fingers, rubbing his palm on his pant leg instead.
"Nah, dude, don't go to sleep yet. Stay up with me instead." Frank has no idea he's going to say that until the words leave his mouth, and then he's moving, crossing the bus to grab Bob's hand and get close to him, nudging Bob's knees apart so that they're on either side of Frank's hips.
Bob's eyebrows go up in surprise and his eyes flash, and Frank knows that he's going to get what he wants, knows that Bob wants this, too. "Yeah?"
Frank tugs on Bob's hand, pulling him in even closer and tilts his head forward to kiss him on the lips. He feels Bob's exhalation against his mouth and then Bob's tongue is licking at Frank's lips and his other hand is warm on the small of Frank's back.
"Frank," Bob says, and Frank can hear a lot in his voice and interpret even more in how tight Bob is holding him already. Frank moves his own hands to palm Bob's ass and move him until they're grinding together.
They move it to the bunk, and don't stop kissing until they hear a crash and loud laughter, signifying the return of Ray and Mikey. Frank and Bob both still, waiting until the noise dies down.
Frank doesn't hear them climb into their bunks. He shifts against Bob, the angle kind of awkward with his hard-on. "If we keep going, they'll probably hear us," he says, careful to keep his voice low.
Bob doesn't move his hand from where it is, down the back of Frank's pants. "And probably interrupt," he mutters, rolling his eyes.
They hear the TV come on then, offering noise cover, and they both breathe a sigh of relief. "Keep going," Frank whispers, kissing Bob on the mouth quickly before moving his lips to Bob's jaw and neck, Bob's beard rough against his skin.
Frank doesn't think much of it when he wakes up the next morning and Bob has already left the bunk. It's a good thing, he figures; now the other guys won't discover them waking up together and they won't have to explain this until they're ready to.
Bob's playing video games with Ray in the TV room when Frank emerges, and Frank gives him a slow smile before sitting down on the chair across from him. Bob nods at him before turning back to the screen, cursing when Ray takes out one of his men.
Frank pushes last night from his mind during soundcheck (they're late, no one can find Jepha, it's hectic to say the least) and the show, but as soon as they're done he makes a bee-line for Bob. Frank jumps on his back, grinning and clinging and whooping in Bob's ear, and he can feel the vibrations when Bob laughs.
Frank squeezes Bob hard with his thighs before letting go and dropping to the ground. "Any plans tonight?" he asks, grinning.
Bob doesn't seem to catch the implication. "Yeah, Jepha wanted to hang out. You?"
Frank ends up spending a few hours playing drinking games with Jepha and Bob, and not once does Bob try to cop a feel--he barely meets Frank's eyes.
Learned Your Name Without Words
also, my apologies to those who caught my abortive attempt at a rec this morning. There were some issues, and I had to delete it. Sorry!
Title by Author (Rating)
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Bob Bryar/Frank Iero
Length: 10,810
Author on LJ: Zee, aka
ficsbyzeeAuthor Website: Zee's Bandslash tag
Why this must be read: I love Bob/Frank for a variety of reasons, but it is also one of the most difficult pairings to get right. Authors tend to over exaggerate Frank's energy (much as they do Brendon Urie's) and turn him into a manic six year old in an adult's body. While he *can* be like that, he's also, ya know, an adult, and I think Zee's fic does a good job of portraying that.
Bob can't seem to remember when he and Frank hook up, and that really starts to take it's toll on Frank. For all it's not a long fic, it does pack a punch and you just can't help but hurt for both of them. I think Zee does a agood job of keeping the entire band dynamic intact as well, not shovign them off to the side because she doesn't want to bother with them.
The first time it happens, Frank just thinks that Bob is being a passive-aggressive asshole.
It's towards the end of Taste of Chaos, after the Seattle show. Frank and Bob exchange high-fives and grins when they all leave the stage, the same thing that happens after every performance, and Frank is used to the hot wire of tension curling in his gut when he meets Bob's eyes by now, but that night he decides to fuck it. Fuck it, just fuck it, he's done pussying out and he wants to make a move.
Gerard finds Bert and Frank can hear them already arguing before they disappear to wherever it is they disappear to, and Ray and Mikey head over to some bus party. Bob is still in their bus, sitting on the back of the couch and drumming his fingers on his thigh, a distant look on his face.
"You gonna crash now or just hang out for a while?" Frank asks, since Bob doesn't look like he's planning on going out.
Bob shrugs. "I could probably use the extra sleep." The corner of his mouth quirks up and he stops drumming his fingers, rubbing his palm on his pant leg instead.
"Nah, dude, don't go to sleep yet. Stay up with me instead." Frank has no idea he's going to say that until the words leave his mouth, and then he's moving, crossing the bus to grab Bob's hand and get close to him, nudging Bob's knees apart so that they're on either side of Frank's hips.
Bob's eyebrows go up in surprise and his eyes flash, and Frank knows that he's going to get what he wants, knows that Bob wants this, too. "Yeah?"
Frank tugs on Bob's hand, pulling him in even closer and tilts his head forward to kiss him on the lips. He feels Bob's exhalation against his mouth and then Bob's tongue is licking at Frank's lips and his other hand is warm on the small of Frank's back.
"Frank," Bob says, and Frank can hear a lot in his voice and interpret even more in how tight Bob is holding him already. Frank moves his own hands to palm Bob's ass and move him until they're grinding together.
They move it to the bunk, and don't stop kissing until they hear a crash and loud laughter, signifying the return of Ray and Mikey. Frank and Bob both still, waiting until the noise dies down.
Frank doesn't hear them climb into their bunks. He shifts against Bob, the angle kind of awkward with his hard-on. "If we keep going, they'll probably hear us," he says, careful to keep his voice low.
Bob doesn't move his hand from where it is, down the back of Frank's pants. "And probably interrupt," he mutters, rolling his eyes.
They hear the TV come on then, offering noise cover, and they both breathe a sigh of relief. "Keep going," Frank whispers, kissing Bob on the mouth quickly before moving his lips to Bob's jaw and neck, Bob's beard rough against his skin.
Frank doesn't think much of it when he wakes up the next morning and Bob has already left the bunk. It's a good thing, he figures; now the other guys won't discover them waking up together and they won't have to explain this until they're ready to.
Bob's playing video games with Ray in the TV room when Frank emerges, and Frank gives him a slow smile before sitting down on the chair across from him. Bob nods at him before turning back to the screen, cursing when Ray takes out one of his men.
Frank pushes last night from his mind during soundcheck (they're late, no one can find Jepha, it's hectic to say the least) and the show, but as soon as they're done he makes a bee-line for Bob. Frank jumps on his back, grinning and clinging and whooping in Bob's ear, and he can feel the vibrations when Bob laughs.
Frank squeezes Bob hard with his thighs before letting go and dropping to the ground. "Any plans tonight?" he asks, grinning.
Bob doesn't seem to catch the implication. "Yeah, Jepha wanted to hang out. You?"
Frank ends up spending a few hours playing drinking games with Jepha and Bob, and not once does Bob try to cop a feel--he barely meets Frank's eyes.
Learned Your Name Without Words
also, my apologies to those who caught my abortive attempt at a rec this morning. There were some issues, and I had to delete it. Sorry!