A whisper of something more
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Singers/Bands/Musicians › The Academy Is...
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
948
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of The Academy Is... I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Where Wentz goes a Party Follows.
Siska was planning on a quiet night watching movies with Will and Chislett. But Pete Wentz decided they all needed a good party, to he brought around some connections and some booze.
With in the hour the small flat Siska, Will and Chislett shared was filled with drunk, dancing bodies. And in the early hours of the morning Wentz announced he was going to a club, which caused the entire party of partygoers to follow him. Siska found him self faced with a very drunk William and an even more drunk Brandon Urie, who had passed out under the kitchen table. Siska wasn't going to ask question. He was also left with a very sober Ryan Ross, who was engrossed in Rocky Horror. Though he didn't mind because at least Ryan hadn't thrown up in the kitchen sink... Brendon. Or thrown beer cans at the increasingly irate neighbours... William.
Siska decided to join Ryan in the living room which turned out to not be the safe haven he initially thought it was. He'd just gotten into the movie when a bundle of very drunk and strangely sticky William launched itself into his lap. "Hey sisky baby, 'sup" William drawled. Siska could smell the beer, rum, bourbon and jello shot in his bandmates breath from here.
"Fuck Will, how much have you had to drink." Siska exclaimed.
"More than I can count on my finger," Will wiggled the finger of one hand in Siska's face. "So I don't know... more than nine." He giggled.
"You have ten fingers jackass." Siska retorted automatically.
"I do!" Will shreiked. "Where did the other one come from!?"
Ryan looked over and shushed Will.
"Tell me a story baby." Will muttered, the strange tenth finger already forgotten. He lay his head in siska's lap and drew lazy circles on siska's thigh. Siska opened his mouth to speak but Will's lips were in the way... hold on, he thought, that's not right. He heard Ryan chuckle to his right and suddenly his frontman's lips were gone and the head the were attatched to back in his lap.
"What's gotten you in such a damn good mood Mr Apathy. I didn't know you were so into men in lingerie." He remarked, a sly grin on his face.
"I didn't know you two were together. "
"Were not together." Camy Siska's too fast reply.
"Right." Ryan nodded. "Well you should be. You know, Will hasn't shut up about kissing you for fucking months."
"Shut up Ryan." Came a muffled voice from Siska's lap. Siska looked down to see a very red faced Will looked up at the ceiling.
"Just fuck him already Beckett." Ryan sighed.
Will clambered up fron Siska's lap, still thouroughly drunk and for a split second, Siska thought Will was going to chuck a tantrum. But he just grabbed Siska's hand and muttered something that sounded terrifyingly like "maybe I will." And glared at Ryan who grinned back. He dragged Siska to Will's bedroom.
With in the hour the small flat Siska, Will and Chislett shared was filled with drunk, dancing bodies. And in the early hours of the morning Wentz announced he was going to a club, which caused the entire party of partygoers to follow him. Siska found him self faced with a very drunk William and an even more drunk Brandon Urie, who had passed out under the kitchen table. Siska wasn't going to ask question. He was also left with a very sober Ryan Ross, who was engrossed in Rocky Horror. Though he didn't mind because at least Ryan hadn't thrown up in the kitchen sink... Brendon. Or thrown beer cans at the increasingly irate neighbours... William.
Siska decided to join Ryan in the living room which turned out to not be the safe haven he initially thought it was. He'd just gotten into the movie when a bundle of very drunk and strangely sticky William launched itself into his lap. "Hey sisky baby, 'sup" William drawled. Siska could smell the beer, rum, bourbon and jello shot in his bandmates breath from here.
"Fuck Will, how much have you had to drink." Siska exclaimed.
"More than I can count on my finger," Will wiggled the finger of one hand in Siska's face. "So I don't know... more than nine." He giggled.
"You have ten fingers jackass." Siska retorted automatically.
"I do!" Will shreiked. "Where did the other one come from!?"
Ryan looked over and shushed Will.
"Tell me a story baby." Will muttered, the strange tenth finger already forgotten. He lay his head in siska's lap and drew lazy circles on siska's thigh. Siska opened his mouth to speak but Will's lips were in the way... hold on, he thought, that's not right. He heard Ryan chuckle to his right and suddenly his frontman's lips were gone and the head the were attatched to back in his lap.
"What's gotten you in such a damn good mood Mr Apathy. I didn't know you were so into men in lingerie." He remarked, a sly grin on his face.
"I didn't know you two were together. "
"Were not together." Camy Siska's too fast reply.
"Right." Ryan nodded. "Well you should be. You know, Will hasn't shut up about kissing you for fucking months."
"Shut up Ryan." Came a muffled voice from Siska's lap. Siska looked down to see a very red faced Will looked up at the ceiling.
"Just fuck him already Beckett." Ryan sighed.
Will clambered up fron Siska's lap, still thouroughly drunk and for a split second, Siska thought Will was going to chuck a tantrum. But he just grabbed Siska's hand and muttered something that sounded terrifyingly like "maybe I will." And glared at Ryan who grinned back. He dragged Siska to Will's bedroom.