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Sexy Strat Man: An Ian Crawford Free-For-All Fic Fest
- Commment with prompts, requests, ideas, pictures, or vague dream-memories!
- Fill other people's prompts! Or just post whatever the heck you want, unprompted!
- All fics must have Ian as a central character. Obviously. Anything goes, otherwise: AUs, crossovers, the crackiest crack, whatever!
- Other forms of media are HIGHLY ENCOURAGED. Art, manips, fanmixes, recs, vids, picspams, interpretive dance.
- This fest is being simulcast on Dreamwidth and Livejournal. Feel free to play in either or both!
- Have fun and spread the love!
(prompt list covers prompts from both DW and LJ)
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CRACK DOES NOT GET A TITLE, 1/1, Panic 3.0 GSF
"You're with Spencer," Dallon says, "didn't you already drop your bags?"
"No, yeah, I mean for the last-show, you know, party." He waggles his eyebrows, because he is always happy to underline a good double entendre.
"I thought we were going out?" Spencer's working his way through a few bottles of water, and some of it's getting past his lips and his beard and turning his white shirt transparent. Ian can't say he isn't enjoying the preview of this evening, Spencer's big drummer shoulders.
"Well, we can go out first," Ian says, "if that's what you guys usually do."
Spencer and Brendon exchange a look. "Do you--I have no idea what you're hinting at, dude, you might want to come out with it." Brendon looks pretty sincere, too, and Ian blinks at him a couple of times.
"Last-night orgy?" He's glad Zack has stepped out, that it's just them in the green room. "Duh?"
Dallon, behind him, makes a squeaking noise. "What?"
They all look confused. This is weird. "Um. The last-night--I don't--how do you guys not--you've all been in bands forever."
"Uh, yeah," Spencer says. "And they've been pretty light on the orgies."
"Though not bereft," Brendon mutters, and Spencer elbows him.
"But, I mean--" This is seriously kind of blowing Ian's mind. "But everybody in FBR does it. It's tradition."
"Um, did Cash tell you that to get into your pants? Because that sounds famil--um, that sounds like him," Brendon says. Spencer turns to stare at Brendon, who tries to pull his pants the rest of the way up and almost falls over.
"I really don't know how--Dallon, you guys didn't?"
Dallon raises his hands in front of him, pulls a face. "Yeah, no comment."
"Wait, no comment doesn't mean no."
"Okay, then no," Dallon says. "So much no. All of the no."
Ian frowns, looks at them all again. "You're not just messing with me?"
There's a chorus of nos, and Ian lets his face fall. "Oh. Well--right, okay."
"Aw, hey, buddy," Brendon says, and hugs him. They're both still shirtless, so it's kind of a tease, actually, and it really isn't making Ian feel better. He's been warming up for this the whole tour, feeling them out, jerking off in his bunk at night with visions of the post-tour orgy in his head. And now he's gonna have to fly out tomorrow to an empty bed and no pleasant soreness anywhere except his main guitar fingers.
"Jeez, could you look like more of a downer, Crawford?" Dallon's coming closer, too, wraps his arms around the two of them and gestures at Spencer, who rolls his eyes but then spots Ian watching and looks abashed.
"All right, all right," Spencer says, and joins the hug. "Always with the hugging. This is what I get for sticking with you, Brendon. You know who's not a big hugger? Ryan. Ryan is the anti-hugger."
"Yeah, you love it," Brendon says. "You picked me because you are a secret hug-slut."
"I'm not even dignifying that with a response," Spencer says. "Okay, Ian, you good to go? We'll, I don't know, we'll go get you laid. Brendon is a creepily efficient wingman."
"I guess," Ian says. He's trying to cheer up on their behalf but it's just a very sudden disappointment. He really doubts they're going to find him three hot musicians in any club, and definitely not three hot musicians he really likes and admires and wants to fuck.
"Or, well," Brendon starts, and Dallon and Spencer let go and step back to look at him. "I'm just saying, you know, if it's tradition ..."
"Veto," Dallon says.
"That--is not good reasoning," Spencer says.
"That isn't a no either." Ian's getting good at spotting those.
Spencer coughs and picks up a bottle of water, but he doesn't actually say anything. Huh. Maybe--
"C'mon, Dallon, you don't want to be left out, right?" Ian leans toward him, tries to look adorable in a sexy way. "Always be thinking about how it would have been ..."
"I'm married," Dallon says, but he's licking his lips.
"Yeah, but, like, I think we all know how Breezy would feel. I mean. She told me you guys have a band exception." Brendon rubs the back of his neck. "Oh, uh, I wasn't supposed to tell anyone that she said that, though."
"You are the worst with secrets," Spencer says, but he's smiling fondly.
Ian doesn't want to scare them off, but he thinks this might be the moment to lock this shit in. "So ... we're joining in the grand and storied tradition of post-tour band orgies, yes or no?"
There's a long pause, no one quite meeting anyone else's eyes, and then Brendon sucks in a long breath. "Uh, I'm in."
"Okay," Spencer says, quickly, glances at Brendon. "I mean, you know. Why the fuck not."
Dallon's got a full deer-in-the-headlights look, and they're all staring at him now, waiting.
"I mean--I guess--if everyone else is," he says, and Ian carefully doesn't mention how blatantly Dallon's been staring at Brendon's hips since he started disrobing.
Through the door, they hear Zack's voice, a gruff bark. "Count me in, too, dudes."
"Well," Brendon says, grinning, "now it's a party."
Re: CRACK DOES NOT GET A TITLE, 1/1, Panic 3.0 GSF
b) you realize I can't leave you alone until you write the part they all fuck, right?
Re: CRACK DOES NOT GET A TITLE, 1/1, Panic 3.0 GSF
except maybe if it were in broad crack strokes, like about how overwhelming it is to Ian even though he's totally practiced at this, and how different it is with these guys, with Zack pulling Ian onto his lap while Brendon blows Ian, and how Spencer's staring at Brendon's mouth--maybe Ian's cock too, but definitely mostly Brendon's mouth, everyone can tell that--like it's an oasis in the desert. And he can't even spare a thought for what Dallon's doing, fisting his dick and watching Brendon, too, they're kind of all watching Brendon, because Brendon is kind of putting on a fucking show, naked and bobbing and moaning louder than he sings, even, and the vibrations are driving Ian fucking wild but Zack's holding him steady, keeping him from shaking right off the bed ...
NOPE TOO MUCH
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Re: CRACK DOES NOT GET A TITLE, 1/1, Panic 3.0 GSF
Good choice everybody!
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Re: CRACK DOES NOT GET A TITLE, 1/1, Panic 3.0 GSF
...I suddenly need ALL THE FIC IN THE WORLD to take place in this verse. It could be a thing! So many bands, so many versions of so many bands...
This is ADORABLE and HILARIOUS and I cracked up picturing Ian laying the groundwork
in his headwhile the rest of the band remained oblivious. xDRe: CRACK DOES NOT GET A TITLE, 1/1, Panic 3.0 GSF
Re: CRACK DOES NOT GET A TITLE, 1/1, Panic 3.0 GSF
baw anyway I bet once they actually get around to ogrying they're all scrambling to remember exactly what hints he dropped - his toes are right there in front of Spencer's face, did he say he was super into toe-sucking or was that part of the horror story about the ex from hell why can't Spencer remember these things through the sex brain fog whyyyy.
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