crack_van | It's All in the Phrasing by vintage

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Fandom: BANDOM (Panic! at the Disco)
Pairing: Brendon/Dallon
Length: Around 75,000 words.
Author on LJ:

vintage_noise
Author Website: This is the only posted story on the author's journal.

Why this must be read: Bandom's great for historical AUs, and this is one of my favorites. The Roaring '20s is a really fun time period to read, and the author balances just enough slang and worldbuilding to make it believable without hitting you over the head with the idea that the story's setting isn't modern. Plus, it's Brendon/Dallon! Not a pairing you run into as the lead of a long fic every day!

Summary

It's 1924. Dallon Weekes is a part of Chicago's Flaming Youth: rich, trendy, bored young men who thrive on jazz, illegal liquor, and the most sexually liberated women (and men) in American history. But when a young man in a bookstore catches his attention, Dallon's carefree little world gets thrown off its axis, and he's not sure if he'll ever be able to go back to the way things once were. Or if he'll want to.

Excerpt

"Dallon,” Brendon says, reaching for his hand, “you do know how to tango don’t you?”

“Um,” Dallon never stutters, “yes. I. I’ve done it before. A few times.”

“Then why are you flushed?” Brendon’s eyes are crinkled like he’s enjoying some secret joke. Dallon wishes it wasn’t at his own expense.

“I’ve just... never danced like that with a man before.”

“You danced with a man earlier tonight.”

“But that was... fast dancing. There wasn’t a lot of touching and. It was different.”

Brendon makes a face. “Are you sure you even want to dance with me? I get the feeling you’re just... I’m not a toy to be played with, Dallon.”

“I never said that! Jiminy Cricket, Brendon, you keep putting words in my mouth-”

“Because you keep hesitating!”

“I’ve never done this before!” Dallon glances at the dance floor again and chews on his lower lip. “All right. Let’s just. Can I lead? I only know how to lead.”

Brendon’s lips are tight, his forehead flushed red, but he exhales quickly and nods before reaching to put his hand on the back of Dallon’s neck, and Dallon forgets what he’s supposed to do for a brief moment. Then he blushes and places his hand on Brendon’s waist, their free hands clasping as they circle onto the main floor.

It's All in the Phrasing

It's All in the Phrasing by vintage_noise (NC-17)