Bandom Fic: Of Cocoa Beans and Cautious Hearts

[kat_lair]

Title: Of Cocoa Beans and Cautious Hearts
Author: Mistress Kat/kat_lair 
Fandom/Category: Bandom, AU Fluff
Pairings: pre-Brendon/Jon/Tom, Jon/Tom, background Patrick/Pete and Ryan/Spencer
Rating: PG
Word count: 1,091
Disclaimer: Not true, only playing
Summary:  “What else will it take?” Tom asks, his eyes never wavering from Brendon’s. “To get into your heart?”

Author notes: The story takes place in the same universe as and after the events of Access All Areas (or: How Spencer Smith Got His Groove Back). It is not necessary to read that first, though it might make things clearer if you do. Written as a birthday present for moth2fic, who is one of the loveliest people I have ever met and been proud to call a friend. A long ago she gave me ‘snow’ as a fic prompt and here finally is my fill for it. Thank you to insaneboingo for the beta




“Incoming!” Pete bellows approximately half a second before the snowball explodes all over Brendon’s face.

He wipes slush out of his eyes and yells: “You are a dead man, Wentz! Dead!” The impact of the threat is somewhat lessened by the fact that Brendon is unable to hold back his laughter. It’s difficult being menacing when you’re having this much fun.

“Protect me, Patrick!” Pete squeals and tackles them both into the nearest snowdrift, Patrick’s indignant protests muffled by what Brendon assumes is Pete’s mouth.

There’s a brief lull in the snowball fight and Brendon tips his head back, basking in the December sun. The sky is a brilliant blue and all around him the fresh snow sparkles in a way rarely seen outside Disney movies, transforming Jon and Tom’s backyard into a magical winter wonderland.

Brendon grins at his own cheesiness. It’s his favourite time of the year – close to Christmas – and he’s spending the day with his favourite people. The city had seen its first snowfall last night and Brendon had woken up to a phone call from Jon, inviting him over to enjoy it in a proper house with a garden, instead being stuck in his tiny student bedsit.

Brendon looks around him. It seems that the hostilities have been suspended indefinitely. Pete and Patrick are still wrestling on the ground, Patrick’s hat discarded next to them. Under the nearby tree Spencer is fastidiously swiping snow off Ryan’s coat, while Ryan stands and lets him, lips curved in a small smile. Their changed relationship is still new and Spencer is not prone to public displays of affection. Brendon’s guess is that even a small thing like this counts as a private victory for Ryan.

Brendon sighs, turning his eyes away. He’s genuinely happy for his friends, he is, but sometimes it’s hard being the only single one surrounded by couples. There’s a hollow feeling inside his chest, kind of an almost-jealousy; an aimless (except not really) bittersweet longing.

An arm settles around his waist before Brendon gets any deeper into his introspection.

“Hey,” Jon says, his breath warm against the side of Brendon’s face. “You’re shivering. Come inside, Tom’s making hot chocolate.”

Brendon hadn’t noticed quite how cold he was until Jon pointed it out. “Mmm, hot chocolate,” he licks his lips in anticipation and twists around, somehow not dislodging Jon’s arm. “Jon Walker, you know a way to my heart.”

Jon grins at him, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Do I now?” he asks, and the question sounds oddly serious for all that he never stops smiling. “That’s good to know.”

Brendon blinks, suddenly unsure about the shift in mood, but then Jon pulls him toward the steps, telling him to hurry up before Tom gets worried.

“What about the others?” Brendon asks, waving vaguely in the direction of Patrick and Pete, Ryan and Spencer.

“They’ll follow us soon enough,” Jon says, opening the door and pushing him inside where the warmth and the delicious smell of chocolate and marshmallows wrap around Brendon like a welcoming blanket.

In the kitchen Tom is pouring steaming milk into three mugs. His hair is too long, falling over his eyes as he leans forward.

“You need a haircut,” Jon says, tucking a wayward strand behind Tom’s ear.

He passes one of the drinks to Brendon, casually hooking an ankle around his once they all sit at the table. “Don’t you think he needs a haircut?”

Brendon shrugs, ducking his head a little. He kind of likes Tom’s hair like this, it looks like it would be soft to touch and Brendon’s fingers itch to follow Jon’s example and brush it off Tom’s face, just to see if he was right. Instead he takes a careful taste of his drink, letting out an audible moan when the hot liquid hits his mouth like molten heaven.

Tom laughs. “I take it my hot chocolate meets with your approval?”

Brendon can only hum appreciatively, eye half-lidded with pleasure, the warmth hitting his belly and spreading slowly outwards.

“Brendon here has confessed to me that hot chocolate is the one true way to his heart,” Jon says.

“Well damn,” Tom says, considering. “We should’ve tried that before.”

They sit quietly for a while, sipping their hot chocolate. It’s cosy here in Tom and Jon’s kitchen, in their old sprawling house full of second-hand furniture, bookshelves and framed photographs lining the walls, and Brendon wishes – not for the first time – that he didn’t have to leave at the end of the day.

From the corner of his eye he can see Jon and Tom exchanging what can only be described as meaningful glances. There’s a silent conversation going on there and Brendon thinks he should be feeling awkward about being in the middle of it, but somehow he isn’t.

“Brendon,” Tom says.

Brendon makes a distracted sound, focused on fishing out the last of the marshmallows.

“Hey Brendon,” Tom repeats, and there’s a catch to it, something in the tone that tells Brendon that this is serious and makes him look up and pay attention.

Jon and Tom are holding hands across the table, Jon pressed right against Brendon’s side, warm and solid. He watches Tom take a deep breath, his fingers tightening around Jon’s. Brendon almost thinks he’s nervous.

“What else will it take?” Tom asks, his eyes never wavering from Brendon’s. “To get into your heart?”

The moment hangs, suspended like a falling star on a night sky. Brendon feels something uncurl in his chest, something frayed and cautious and a lot like hope, but before he has a chance to try and find his voice there’s a loud bang from the hallway.

“You fuckers hiding the good stuff?” Pete demands, grinning widely as he bursts into the kitchen, closely trailed by the rest of their group.

There’s a flash of real annoyance on Jon’s face before he hides it, turning to greet the others. Brendon lowers his eyes back to his drink but not before seeing the way Tom sighs, his mouth turning down at the corners.

Soon the room is full of chatter and good-natured ribbing, everyone jostling for the biggest mug and grabbing the cookies Tom pulls out of the oven. Amidst the chaos Brendon isn't sure whether to be disappointed or grateful for the interruption. He doesn’t know how to answer Tom’s question, how to tell the truth.

Because there’s nothing more it will take for Jon and Tom to get into Brendon’s hear. They are already there.

Comments

[pushkin666.livejournal.com]

Oh so much about this that I love. And I wanted to smack Pete at the end. It's really good to see more in this verse and there needs to be more of Jon/Tom/Brendon there really does. The last line is an absolute killer. I love all the little details in this and I'm with Brendon on hot chocolate and marshmallows I really am. And the details about the other couples, particularly this one:-

Under the nearby tree Spencer is fastidiously swiping snow off Ryan’s coat, while Ryan stands and lets him, lips curved in a small smile. Their changed relationship is still new and Spencer is not prone to public displays of affection. Brendon’s guess is that even a small thing like this counts as a private victory for Ryan.

[kat-lair.livejournal.com]

Aww, thank you so much darling. This threesome has been in my heart since the original fic where it sneaked in all unplanned. I didn't want this to be the fic where they get together in case I do end up writing that properly some day... So Pete had to be the annoying guy who interrupted the moment.

And aww yeah Spencer and Ryan are just love, I wanted to portray their relationship still being kind of new. And unlike Pete, Spencer isn't one to just tackle his bf to the ground and smack on him. Thank you for the quote :)

[moth2fic.livejournal.com]

Pushkin is right and when I commented on AO3 I had forgotten (only momentarily)about the sweetness of Spencer and Ryan. So if I don't push you into a sequel she will - have I got that right?A Anyway, thank you all over again!!

[kat-lair.livejournal.com]

I saw your comment on AO3, will answer that tomorrow :) Needless to say, I'm thrilled you liked this. And yes, it is entirely likely that pushkin666 will help you in the campaign for a sequel...

_{see, the fact that I've had to edit this comment like two times is a sign I should go to bed...}

[oikkuni.livejournal.com]

oh, that was super sweet. the title alone had me melting!

[kat-lair.livejournal.com]

The title is super sweet and shamelessly panders to my love of alliteration. Thank you very much, I'm very pleased about your melting!

[shanrio.livejournal.com]

sequel of love.
:D
and ung, I love this so much, it seems so easy and just. yeah (:
♥

[kat-lair.livejournal.com]

Hee, not a proper sequel really but I do like playing in this 'verse. Thank you so much! I'm really happy you liked the story :)

[margaret-r.livejournal.com]

A lovely fic:) I love the snow fight and the images you've created - Patrick's indignant protests being muffled and the intimacy of Spencer swiping snow off Ryan's coat - gorgeous. And the final hopeful, interrupted, seduction is a nice ending.

Look forward to the sequel:)

[kat-lair.livejournal.com]

Aww, thank you very much! I have a tendency to include everyone ever into my fics so that's why Patrick&Pete and Spencer&Ryan sneaked in. I'm glad the interrupted seduction scene worked, I was really feeling for Brendon at the end there.

Sure, sure, you and everyone else apparently... :D

[athenejen]

Lovely! Warm and hopeful and inviting.

[kat-lair.livejournal.com]

Oh thank you, what a lovely comment! I was sort of aiming for the happy fuzzies so glad that came through.

[pr-scatterbrain.livejournal.com]

Oh, man, this was lovely. I loved the quiet, small moment you captured between Ryan and Spencer - it just spoke volumes about them and the tone of their relationship.

[kat-lair.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! Ryan and Spencer remain one of the pairings of my heart so I had to give a little glimpse of how they're doing post-AAA, even though this fic wasn't about them.

[dreamersdare.livejournal.com]

I may have already mentioned how much I liked this little budding relationship. Shall I mention it again?

Okay, I will anyway. SO MUCH LOVE for these three. Left-out-Brendon-who-isn't-really-left-out-but-just-oblivious is the Brendon of my schmoopy heart (which, admittedly, is a small, shrivelled, neglected thing). And you do it so well! Absolute pleasure to read, hon.

I already told you I could read about a million words of this; that's just even more true now. I think I may stand at the back like an evil enabler and encourage pushkin666 and moth2fic in their sequel-hunting pursuits...

[kat-lair.livejournal.com]

*grins* Yes, mention it again! In case I forget...

Heh, I am amused that my schmoopy happy-ending ways are rubbing off on you and pushkin666 - I'm sure it's an equal trade as some of your cave-dwelling, dark fic-loving ways have wormed into my sugary heart. Anyway, that is to say 'thank you very much!' I'm really happy that you enjoyed the story. And I am now imagining you, pushkin666 and moth2fic as some sort of Greek choir chanting at me to write a sequel...

_{ps. It may interest you that I'm just working on finishing the Unmarked Place Brendon/Ryan caning scene I talked about. Possibly expect it via email tonight...}

[dreamersdare.livejournal.com]

SO. MUCH. LOVE. (in case you forgot) :D

Change-about is fair-play, that's what I say, and there's nothing wrong with broadening your horizons every now and again. Anyway, I like this universe, so I'm happy for it to be the exception to my rule. Also, I'm happy with that role - I feel there are so many worse things you could have imagined us as...

(P.S. Yes. Yes it does interest me to know that. Because I am shameless in admitting my enjoyment of that world. Bring it on)

(P.P.S. I'm likely to regret asking, but what happened to SCD fic? I thought you guys were pretty much finished with that one and were going to send it over?)

[kat-lair.livejournal.com]

I'm very fond of this universe as well so will probably continue writing for it on and off.

p.s. You should receive the UP fic by tomorrow. It's finished, just letting N read it first.

p.p.s Check your inbox you lucky, lucky girl!

[dreamersdare.livejournal.com]

Awesomesauce.

P.S. Awesomersauce (I like to make up words when I'm tired)

P.P.S. I've checked and I feel honoured. Or, well, I feel something anyway. I'll get it back to you some point this week.