Title meme answer 6.
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kat_lairSixth answer for the Title meme, this one for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
redsnake05
A five-strand braid in a nice weight of rope – Bandom – William Beckett/various - BDSM
Summary: Four people William tied up and one he let do the same to him. Two weeks into the summer tour and William is running fresh out of patience. Sure, the tour is good for the band and sure, it’s great to hang out with all his friends and label mates. But what he really wants to do is write. There’s another album’s worth of lyrics swarming in his head like angry bees and he just needs to get them out and onto paper. Unfortunately, all everyone else on this tour wants to do is party hard – all night, every night and as loudly as possible. All the noise and constant invites to ‘prank-war wooo!’ or ‘make-out king wooo!’ or ‘let’s steal Gabe’s Tequila wooo!’ (none of which he can refuse more than once without losing respect and occasionally his pants) are wearing him down. William just wants a moment’s peace and quiet every now and then – surely it’s not too much to ask. However, to achieve that he discovers that sometimes only extreme measures are effective enough...
Notes: Oh shut up, yes there are notes for a meme answer, of course there are, have you met me? Anyway, I don’t think 983 words can technically be called a snippet any more, but here it is... Also, I feel I should warn for mild (ex tempore and thus not 100% consensual to start with) bondage and d/s dynamic. The pairing is William/Brendon. Oh and FYI: I do have the rest of this plotted so out of all the Title meme answers, this is the one most likely to actually get written. Some day. You know how it is.
Snippet:
“...and then Spencer pulled a water pistol like out of nowhere and, oh man, you should’ve seen Pete’s face! It was epic, dude! I’m telling you, he squealed like a little...”
Brendon is running at the mouth again, engrossed in his story. The bus is empty except for the two of them; a rare occurrence that William had planned to take advantage of and get some writing done, until of course Brendon had turned up uninvited.
“...Patrick kicked him! Right in the shins, and the guy went down like...”
He could always toss Brendon out on his ass, but William was ninety percent sure he would only come back with reinforcements. Reinforcements who would be determined to drag William out and cajole him into participating in yet another stupid game or endless jam session, and it’s not that he didn’t like those or his friends, but he’d really, really hoped to do some writing this morning.
“...so Ryan was face down on the ground, Joe had crazy string all over his hair, and then Alex – Alex! Can you believe it? – jumps from the...”
William could block out the onslaught of inane chitchat – you just didn’t last in the music business very long without learning how to do that – but it’s the constant motion that’s really getting to his nerves. Brendon twitches and jitters all the time, like someone had laced his cereal with sugar and speed. He’s pacing up and down as he talks, and his hands are drawing increasingly large circles into air.
He’s distracting William. That will not do.
There’s no forethought to what he does next, no plan to his actions. William moves on pure instinct, reaching out and capturing Brendon’s flailing hands. He presses the bony wrists together, secure in the tight circle of his fingers and says: “Be still.”
“Hey, hey, what the fuck?” Brendon asks, more amused than anything else. He tugs at his hands and then, when William doesn’t let go, he frowns and tugs harder.
William steps closer, still not thinking, just reacting. Brendon is struggling in earnest now, but he’s no match for William, who may be skinny, but is also tall and by no means fragile. He’s had to figure out long ago how to make use of what he’s got or be left at the bottom of the pile, and he’s never been very good at losing.
Brendon is not ready to give up either though. “C’mon, man,” he whines, indignant and twisting around like an eel. “This isn’t cool, just let me—”
“Shut up or I’m going to find something to gag you with as well,” William says. The threat comes out sharper than he expected, but more than that, it works.
It’s almost like someone had flipped a switch; Brendon’s mouth snaps shut and he stops struggling, going still and unresisting under William’s grip.
He blinks in surprise – so easy, he hadn’t known it would be so easy – and then casts around for something to use to tie Brendon’s hands together. Finally William yanks off the scarf from around his leg and wraps it around Brendon’s wrists instead. At first he goes to tie them up at the front, but then changes his mind, spinning Brendon around and pulling his arms behind his back. He doesn’t quite trust Brendon not to pick open the knot with his teeth otherwise.
William steps back once he’s done and pushes Brendon down onto the sofa. He’s leaning sideways, a little awkward but not appearing uncomfortable. He looks up at William, something soft and guarded in his eyes.
“Okay, okay,” William says, clumsily petting Brendon’s unruly hair. He leaves him there, going to lock the bus door. The band will of course have the code, but William is pretty sure they won’t be coming back for a while yet.
“I’m just going to...” He gestures mutely at the table where his notebooks are spread out, waiting.
Brendon nods his understanding and relaxes deeper into the sofa pillows. William watches him for a while longer before reaching for his pen and finally, finally sitting down to write.
It feels like days, though can’t be more than a couple of hours, later when Brendon’s voice pulls him back.
“Bill?” His name comes out like a request, quiet but not timid. “We’ve got a sound check in half an hour.” Brendon is sitting up, smiling at him openly.
“Oh?” William looks over, blinking. It always takes him a while to shift his mind from the writing mode to the one that is capable of dealing with people and conversations. “Oh! Oh yeah, hang on.”
He gets up, stretching until his back makes a satisfying crack. His head feels clearer, now that he’s managed to empty it off some of the words that have been crowding around for weeks.
William walks over to the sofa and helps Brendon up. He expects him to be unsteady, but he’s not really, although he does lean on William a bit. He makes quick work at opening the knot and watches as Brendon shakes his arms, rubbing at his wrists distractedly. There are no marks and William isn’t sure whether he’s pleased or not about that.
“I’ve got to go,” Brendon says, but he’s not making any move to actually leave.
“Yeah, okay,” William says, and then, because it feels like a thing to do, he dips his head down to Brendon’s upturned face and kisses him on the lips, light and sweet and almost innocent except for all the ways it isn’t. “Go on then.”
Brendon hums a little, like he’s pleased, and with that he walks out of the door.
A few minutes later William follows suit, not to go after Brendon, but just to see what everyone else is doing. He’s in a good mood for a change and it seems like a waste to spend it alone.
redsnake05 A five-strand braid in a nice weight of rope – Bandom – William Beckett/various - BDSM
Summary: Four people William tied up and one he let do the same to him. Two weeks into the summer tour and William is running fresh out of patience. Sure, the tour is good for the band and sure, it’s great to hang out with all his friends and label mates. But what he really wants to do is write. There’s another album’s worth of lyrics swarming in his head like angry bees and he just needs to get them out and onto paper. Unfortunately, all everyone else on this tour wants to do is party hard – all night, every night and as loudly as possible. All the noise and constant invites to ‘prank-war wooo!’ or ‘make-out king wooo!’ or ‘let’s steal Gabe’s Tequila wooo!’ (none of which he can refuse more than once without losing respect and occasionally his pants) are wearing him down. William just wants a moment’s peace and quiet every now and then – surely it’s not too much to ask. However, to achieve that he discovers that sometimes only extreme measures are effective enough...
Notes: Oh shut up, yes there are notes for a meme answer, of course there are, have you met me? Anyway, I don’t think 983 words can technically be called a snippet any more, but here it is... Also, I feel I should warn for mild (ex tempore and thus not 100% consensual to start with) bondage and d/s dynamic. The pairing is William/Brendon. Oh and FYI: I do have the rest of this plotted so out of all the Title meme answers, this is the one most likely to actually get written. Some day. You know how it is.
Snippet:
“...and then Spencer pulled a water pistol like out of nowhere and, oh man, you should’ve seen Pete’s face! It was epic, dude! I’m telling you, he squealed like a little...”
Brendon is running at the mouth again, engrossed in his story. The bus is empty except for the two of them; a rare occurrence that William had planned to take advantage of and get some writing done, until of course Brendon had turned up uninvited.
“...Patrick kicked him! Right in the shins, and the guy went down like...”
He could always toss Brendon out on his ass, but William was ninety percent sure he would only come back with reinforcements. Reinforcements who would be determined to drag William out and cajole him into participating in yet another stupid game or endless jam session, and it’s not that he didn’t like those or his friends, but he’d really, really hoped to do some writing this morning.
“...so Ryan was face down on the ground, Joe had crazy string all over his hair, and then Alex – Alex! Can you believe it? – jumps from the...”
William could block out the onslaught of inane chitchat – you just didn’t last in the music business very long without learning how to do that – but it’s the constant motion that’s really getting to his nerves. Brendon twitches and jitters all the time, like someone had laced his cereal with sugar and speed. He’s pacing up and down as he talks, and his hands are drawing increasingly large circles into air.
He’s distracting William. That will not do.
There’s no forethought to what he does next, no plan to his actions. William moves on pure instinct, reaching out and capturing Brendon’s flailing hands. He presses the bony wrists together, secure in the tight circle of his fingers and says: “Be still.”
“Hey, hey, what the fuck?” Brendon asks, more amused than anything else. He tugs at his hands and then, when William doesn’t let go, he frowns and tugs harder.
William steps closer, still not thinking, just reacting. Brendon is struggling in earnest now, but he’s no match for William, who may be skinny, but is also tall and by no means fragile. He’s had to figure out long ago how to make use of what he’s got or be left at the bottom of the pile, and he’s never been very good at losing.
Brendon is not ready to give up either though. “C’mon, man,” he whines, indignant and twisting around like an eel. “This isn’t cool, just let me—”
“Shut up or I’m going to find something to gag you with as well,” William says. The threat comes out sharper than he expected, but more than that, it works.
It’s almost like someone had flipped a switch; Brendon’s mouth snaps shut and he stops struggling, going still and unresisting under William’s grip.
He blinks in surprise – so easy, he hadn’t known it would be so easy – and then casts around for something to use to tie Brendon’s hands together. Finally William yanks off the scarf from around his leg and wraps it around Brendon’s wrists instead. At first he goes to tie them up at the front, but then changes his mind, spinning Brendon around and pulling his arms behind his back. He doesn’t quite trust Brendon not to pick open the knot with his teeth otherwise.
William steps back once he’s done and pushes Brendon down onto the sofa. He’s leaning sideways, a little awkward but not appearing uncomfortable. He looks up at William, something soft and guarded in his eyes.
“Okay, okay,” William says, clumsily petting Brendon’s unruly hair. He leaves him there, going to lock the bus door. The band will of course have the code, but William is pretty sure they won’t be coming back for a while yet.
“I’m just going to...” He gestures mutely at the table where his notebooks are spread out, waiting.
Brendon nods his understanding and relaxes deeper into the sofa pillows. William watches him for a while longer before reaching for his pen and finally, finally sitting down to write.
It feels like days, though can’t be more than a couple of hours, later when Brendon’s voice pulls him back.
“Bill?” His name comes out like a request, quiet but not timid. “We’ve got a sound check in half an hour.” Brendon is sitting up, smiling at him openly.
“Oh?” William looks over, blinking. It always takes him a while to shift his mind from the writing mode to the one that is capable of dealing with people and conversations. “Oh! Oh yeah, hang on.”
He gets up, stretching until his back makes a satisfying crack. His head feels clearer, now that he’s managed to empty it off some of the words that have been crowding around for weeks.
William walks over to the sofa and helps Brendon up. He expects him to be unsteady, but he’s not really, although he does lean on William a bit. He makes quick work at opening the knot and watches as Brendon shakes his arms, rubbing at his wrists distractedly. There are no marks and William isn’t sure whether he’s pleased or not about that.
“I’ve got to go,” Brendon says, but he’s not making any move to actually leave.
“Yeah, okay,” William says, and then, because it feels like a thing to do, he dips his head down to Brendon’s upturned face and kisses him on the lips, light and sweet and almost innocent except for all the ways it isn’t. “Go on then.”
Brendon hums a little, like he’s pleased, and with that he walks out of the door.
A few minutes later William follows suit, not to go after Brendon, but just to see what everyone else is doing. He’s in a good mood for a change and it seems like a waste to spend it alone.
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on 2010-06-23 01:59 pm (UTC)So I would definitely like more, please?
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on 2010-06-23 04:53 pm (UTC)Anyway, I'm happy you liked this and I'm certainly considering writing the other parts. We shall see.
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on 2010-06-23 05:56 pm (UTC)You are just awesome levels of amazing.
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