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chalcopyrite.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2012-03-29 11:00 pm
the parentheses all clicking shut behind you by inlovewithnight (explicit)
This is my last rec for the month, folks. Hope you haven't minded the scenic route!
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Dallon Weekes/Ian Crawford
Length: 13,182
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
inlovewithnight
Author Website: by tags on inlovewithnight's journal
Why this must be read:
So you may have noticed this month has had a sorta-theme of less-usual pairings. This one's wrapping it up, with the other two guys who play with Panic! at the Disco -- the adorable muppet, and the ridiculously tall-looking guy. (And yes, it's another one byinlovewithnight, because I had already decided to rec the previous one, and then this appeared and I couldn't not. Hope that's okay.)
So this! This is a story where Ian and Dallon have a fling, and then it's kind of a thing, and it's a bad idea, but at the same time, it's the only good idea. Dallon's busy not thinking about things, and then there's Ian Crawford all up in his life. It's not such a big deal, except it is.
This story sneaks up on you; you don't quite realise what's happening until it's done, and then it hits you hard. It's a great balance between quasi-domestic solidity and sudden instability when it could all fall apart. Dallon is so busy not thinking about things that he isn't even in denial -- he genuinely doesn't notice what he's doing, and that is a level of obliviousness I have to admire. *g*
The other thing that makes this story, for me, is the other people -- Brendon, Spencer, Breezy, Dallon's kids. Even in short appearances they're vivid and distinct, with great interactions and dialogue.
Excerpt:
"Let me up," Ian says, releasing his arms and pushing a little at his chest. "Let me up. I've got some stuff in my bag."
Dallon doesn't move right away; that little gasp was the first hint of him having the upper hand at all tonight, and there's just enough animal in him not to want to let that go yet. He kisses Ian instead, initiating it and owning it, his teeth clicking sharply against Ian's and his tongue pressing deep. Ian tries to catch it again, suck on him again, and Dallon draws back, breaking the kiss and pressing a finger over Ian's lips to keep him quiet.
"Not a pity fuck," he says, proud in a distant way that he only sounds a little unsteady.
Ian shakes his head, then reaches up and takes Dallon's hand away from his mouth. "I want this too much for it to be pity."
"I didn't know."
"Of course you didn't. I'm not an asshole."
Dallon looks down at him, sweaty curls escaping that stupid cap that's still stubbornly hanging on, skin flushed and sweaty, eyes so fucking bright, and he doesn't know what to say. He should say something, and it should be smart and profound, and it should probably include the words we shouldn't do this, not now, not tonight, not like this.
the parentheses all clicking shut behind you @AO3
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Dallon Weekes/Ian Crawford
Length: 13,182
Author on LJ:
inlovewithnightAuthor Website: by tags on inlovewithnight's journal
Why this must be read:
So you may have noticed this month has had a sorta-theme of less-usual pairings. This one's wrapping it up, with the other two guys who play with Panic! at the Disco -- the adorable muppet, and the ridiculously tall-looking guy. (And yes, it's another one by
inlovewithnight, because I had already decided to rec the previous one, and then this appeared and I couldn't not. Hope that's okay.)So this! This is a story where Ian and Dallon have a fling, and then it's kind of a thing, and it's a bad idea, but at the same time, it's the only good idea. Dallon's busy not thinking about things, and then there's Ian Crawford all up in his life. It's not such a big deal, except it is.
This story sneaks up on you; you don't quite realise what's happening until it's done, and then it hits you hard. It's a great balance between quasi-domestic solidity and sudden instability when it could all fall apart. Dallon is so busy not thinking about things that he isn't even in denial -- he genuinely doesn't notice what he's doing, and that is a level of obliviousness I have to admire. *g*
The other thing that makes this story, for me, is the other people -- Brendon, Spencer, Breezy, Dallon's kids. Even in short appearances they're vivid and distinct, with great interactions and dialogue.
Excerpt:
"Let me up," Ian says, releasing his arms and pushing a little at his chest. "Let me up. I've got some stuff in my bag."
Dallon doesn't move right away; that little gasp was the first hint of him having the upper hand at all tonight, and there's just enough animal in him not to want to let that go yet. He kisses Ian instead, initiating it and owning it, his teeth clicking sharply against Ian's and his tongue pressing deep. Ian tries to catch it again, suck on him again, and Dallon draws back, breaking the kiss and pressing a finger over Ian's lips to keep him quiet.
"Not a pity fuck," he says, proud in a distant way that he only sounds a little unsteady.
Ian shakes his head, then reaches up and takes Dallon's hand away from his mouth. "I want this too much for it to be pity."
"I didn't know."
"Of course you didn't. I'm not an asshole."
Dallon looks down at him, sweaty curls escaping that stupid cap that's still stubbornly hanging on, skin flushed and sweaty, eyes so fucking bright, and he doesn't know what to say. He should say something, and it should be smart and profound, and it should probably include the words we shouldn't do this, not now, not tonight, not like this.
the parentheses all clicking shut behind you @AO3
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