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Nothing Quite Like by alwayseven (NC-17)
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Brendon Urie/Jon Walker
Length: 11k
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alwayseven
Author Website: None
Why this must be read:
I love this fic. When I'm looking not just for a fic that's hot but one that also has a strong story, this is one of the ones I come back to over and over again. This is set back when Panic was a foursome still riding the popularity of A Fever You Can't Sweat Out and Jon was still the new kid on the block. Brendon has a secret that Jon stumbles upon: Brendon likes to wear panties. Jon discovers that he likes it when Brendon wears panties.
It's obvious from the amount of comments and tags on delicious that this is a pretty popular fic, and with good reason. This is one of those stories that I read probably a year ago and keep reading. It's gorgeous, not just because the kink is hot--and holy crap if you're open to a panty kink this is pretty hot--but also because the story is so wonderful. It's a great look at two young guys figuring out the things that make them tick.
And having really hot sex.
Also? The last two lines are perfect.
“Sorry,” he says quietly, really truthfully sorry, not that he knows about it but sorry for Brendon that he’s the one to know, to share this secret.
Brendon lifts his hand like he’s thinking of reaching out and touching Jon but he drops it, unsure. “I’m not,” he says, clear and firm, eyes locked with Jon’s. Jon believes him.
“Oh. Good,” Jon says. “Can I. Can I ask something?”
Brendon tilts his head, yes.
“Why?”
Brendon looks away then, looks down at his lap and then back up. “I like the way it makes me feel,” he says plainly, like that’s all there is to it. He says it so matter of factly it makes Jon wonder what else Brendon’s into that he doesn’t share.
Huh. Jon opens his mouth to ask him to how it makes him feel and then Brendon’s answering anyway, like he knew what Jon wants to know.
“Pretty. Soft.” Brendon says it quietly with a little smile on his lips, sort of spacey. And then his expression shifts into something darker, still unfocused, and he presses his fingers to the front of his jeans, absently like he doesn’t realize he’s doing it.
“And god,” Brendon says on a shiver, voice gone low and rough, “so fucking horny.”
And fuck, that’s not something Jon needs to hear, more fuel for the fire. He already knows, can’t get the image of Brendon’s dick - hard underneath the soft material - out of his head.
“How long?” Jon doesn’t mean for this to become a game of twenty questions but Brendon’s just sitting there, all calm and collected and Jon has things he wants to know.
Brendon shrugs, tilts his head. “Um, I don’t know, a while. A year, maybe?”
Oh.
“Oh.” He and Brendon are sitting there staring at each other and it’s not awkward so much as it’s just really really weird.
Nothing Quite Like
Pairing: Brendon Urie/Jon Walker
Length: 11k
Author on LJ:
alwaysevenAuthor Website: None
Why this must be read:
I love this fic. When I'm looking not just for a fic that's hot but one that also has a strong story, this is one of the ones I come back to over and over again. This is set back when Panic was a foursome still riding the popularity of A Fever You Can't Sweat Out and Jon was still the new kid on the block. Brendon has a secret that Jon stumbles upon: Brendon likes to wear panties. Jon discovers that he likes it when Brendon wears panties.
It's obvious from the amount of comments and tags on delicious that this is a pretty popular fic, and with good reason. This is one of those stories that I read probably a year ago and keep reading. It's gorgeous, not just because the kink is hot--and holy crap if you're open to a panty kink this is pretty hot--but also because the story is so wonderful. It's a great look at two young guys figuring out the things that make them tick.
And having really hot sex.
Also? The last two lines are perfect.
“Sorry,” he says quietly, really truthfully sorry, not that he knows about it but sorry for Brendon that he’s the one to know, to share this secret.
Brendon lifts his hand like he’s thinking of reaching out and touching Jon but he drops it, unsure. “I’m not,” he says, clear and firm, eyes locked with Jon’s. Jon believes him.
“Oh. Good,” Jon says. “Can I. Can I ask something?”
Brendon tilts his head, yes.
“Why?”
Brendon looks away then, looks down at his lap and then back up. “I like the way it makes me feel,” he says plainly, like that’s all there is to it. He says it so matter of factly it makes Jon wonder what else Brendon’s into that he doesn’t share.
Huh. Jon opens his mouth to ask him to how it makes him feel and then Brendon’s answering anyway, like he knew what Jon wants to know.
“Pretty. Soft.” Brendon says it quietly with a little smile on his lips, sort of spacey. And then his expression shifts into something darker, still unfocused, and he presses his fingers to the front of his jeans, absently like he doesn’t realize he’s doing it.
“And god,” Brendon says on a shiver, voice gone low and rough, “so fucking horny.”
And fuck, that’s not something Jon needs to hear, more fuel for the fire. He already knows, can’t get the image of Brendon’s dick - hard underneath the soft material - out of his head.
“How long?” Jon doesn’t mean for this to become a game of twenty questions but Brendon’s just sitting there, all calm and collected and Jon has things he wants to know.
Brendon shrugs, tilts his head. “Um, I don’t know, a while. A year, maybe?”
Oh.
“Oh.” He and Brendon are sitting there staring at each other and it’s not awkward so much as it’s just really really weird.
Nothing Quite Like