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Slow Motion	By : clandestinecassie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Panic! At The Disco Views: 2102 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Panic! At the Disco. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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brendon woke up the next day around noon, the sound of soft rain filled his ears. he rolled over onto his back and sat up in the middle of the saggy bed. his head pounded and brendon felt like shit, whoever had said that it got easier to live without drugs as time goes on was a fucking liar, because brendon had never felt worse in his entire life.
he climbed off the bed and immedently regretted it as a wave of nausea washed over him. brendon stood wobbly and balanced himself by clutching on to the dresser in his room. brendon stood there quiet and motionless as he waited for his stomach to settle. it didn't and another wave hit him, this time brendon could feel the bile rise in his throat.
he cursed and covered his mouth as he busted out of his bedroom and ran into the bathroom next door. he puked, thankful that ryan had left the toilet seat up. brendon's chest heaved as he was on his knees on the cold bathroom floor. he spent the next five minutes that way, slumped over the pristine white toilet.
when he was sure that he had nothing left to throw up brendon stood and caught his reflection in the bathroom mirror. he made a face at his reflection, his black hair was sticking up in all different directions and he had dark rings around his faded brown eyes. he didn't smell too great now since he had thrown up either so he decided to take a shower.
brendon stood under the shower head, the hot warm water streamed down his back and chest and it eased the rolling in his stomach. he brushed back his wet hair and relaxed against the back of the shower. his mind seemed to be racing and he knew that he couldn't be sober any longer, he needed drugs but he didn't want to do them here, at home. he would have to leave.
he got out of the shower ten minutes later and pulled on a black t-shirt and jeans. it was still raining and the rain had served to cool down the normally blistering heat that had been plauging the neighborhood all week. brendon decided to leave without waking the sleeping ryan, ever since the travis incident brendon still didn't want ryan going anywhere with him.
he left some food on the table for ryan before he grabbed his car keys off the hook by the door and got into his car. brendon didn't know where he wanted to go at first. he drove down the street pass spencer's house, which was dark and closed up and brendon didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
he kept driving, the rain speckling his windshield as his car moved down the barren streets. brendon rolled his windows down to allow the cool air to wash over his face. he pulled up at the stop sign at the end of freemont street, the street he lived on. he waited before he pulled away, he was trying to decide just where it was that he wanted to go. brendon could either go to william's, gabe's, or pete's.
going to gabe's house was out of the question. the memories of that night locked in gabe's room were still haunting his mind and making him angry. if brendon went to william's then he ran the risk of running into travis or alex and the thought of seeing either one of them made his hands grip tight on the steering wheel. so really, there was no other choice, he was going to pete's.
brendon was a mix of excitment and nerves as he drove to pete's place. well it wasn't just pete's house, it was pete's, andy's, joe's, and patrick's house. the four of them lived together in a apartment like house, pete said they all lived together to save money but brendon thought it was because they just didn't want to be away from each other.
brendon was excited to see pete again, he hadn't seen the older boy in nearly five days. he was beginning to miss the way pete laughed, the looks he gave to brendon when he saw him, the way he smelled, and his soft lips. he was also excitied because he was finally going to get high.
he was nervous because chances were good that he'd also see patrick. he'd have to come face to face with the man that loved pete and that pete loved back. he'd probably also have to see the two of them together and pretend like the jealousy wouldn't kill him where he stood.
the only thing brendon could hope was that patrick would be working so he could just get high, get laid, and get out.
he pulled up to pete's place about five minutes later. he cursed as he parked infront of the large brick apartment like house and saw patrick's silver impala parked in the driveway. next to it sat andy's black buick that he had just ridden in five days earlier.
brendon climbed out of his car and slid his cell phone out of his back pocket before dialing pete's number. it rang three times as brendon walked up the driveway, pass the two parked cars and up to the door that led to the inside of the garage. he tried to ignore his heart beating rapidly in his chest, pete picked up as brendon stood outside the garage door.
"hey, bren-bren haven't heard from you in awhile." he heard pete's light bouncy voice say.
"yeah, well you haven't come to see me in awhile." brendon replied, his voice coming off more needy then he had meant it to.
"aww do you miss me brendon?" pete asked, his voice low and teasing and brendon thought that he was probably moving to a more secluded area of the house.
"i miss getting high. i'm outside your back door so come let me in." he told pete, he didn't want to admit how much he had missed the older man. he heard pete give a little laugh before he responded.
"be down in a second." he heard pete say. brendon waited patiently as he closed his cell phone and slid it back into his pocket. moments later he heard footsteps slapping against the cement floor of the garage and then the door was pulled open.
there before brendon stood pete and he looked better then brendon could fucking imagine. he was wearing a black hoodie with dark black fur around the hood, he had the hood down so brendon could see his face. his dark hair was clean and sticking up in it's usual angular fashion. the dark rings around his eyes were lessend and he looked fucking gorgeous to brendon as he stood there smiling at him.
it took everything brendon had not to jump on pete right then and there.
"looks live you haven't gotten high in awhile either." brendon said as pete moved aside and let him enter the garage. pete shut the door and followed brendon inside.
"i'm just looking good because i'm seeing you." pete said and brendon couldn't help but grin at him. pete was a natural born charmer. he learned early in his life to say the things that he thought people would want to hear, but pete was also an honest person who meant what he said. brendon learned early that it took a while to figure out which words were which.
pete moved ahead of brendon and the two of them walked through the small cold garage. it was dim and grey and covered with spare crap. brendon expected pete to move up the three wooden stairs and open up the door that led to the rest of the house. instead pete moved up close to him and placed his hand on brendon's chest, brendon stopped and pete looked seriously at brendon.
"you know patrick's home right?" pete said, his voice low and serious. brendon frowned a bit and looked away from pete.
"yeah, i saw." he answered. "like i said, i came to get high from joe." brendon told pete as he wrapped his fingers around pete's wrist and pulled his warm hand away from his own chest. brendon was tempted to slide his fingers down pete's wrist and grab unto his fingers but he resisted and let go of pete's warmth.
pete saw that brendon was upset and brendon tried to push past him and go up the stairs but before he could he felt pete put his hands on his shoulders and push him back against a shelf that held boxes of old sports equipment.
brendon felt pete press close to him, their hips brushed and pete brought his face up close to brendon's. his lips were mere inches away from brendon's and if brendon really wanted to kiss him all he had to do was lean forward, just a bit. he didn't and pete spoke.
"how come you can't get high at home?" pete whispered to brendon, his hot breath washed against the side of his face. brendon grinned and pushed his face towards pete's ear.
"because, ever since the cops have started coming around, i haven't been able to get off at all." brendon whispered into pete's ear as he dropped his hand down and ran his palm over pete's cock. pete shuddered and brendon grinned because he knew that pete had missed him, had missed this just as much as brendon did.
"hey pete is someone here?" andy's voice called out, echoing through the garage. pete looked at brendon and he felt pete's hips slip away from his and his hands moved off of brendon's shoulders and the two of them were breathing slow, their eyes still locked on one another.
"yeah, brendon is here." pete called back as he broke away from brendon and went up the stairs. he opened the door and motioned for brendon to follow him.
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