ficlet: lucky you [brendon/cash]

[phineasjones]

inkjunket and i exchanged prompts last night. i got brendon/cash and the cape of fail. and the result is schmoop.

Lucky You
brendon/cash
pg
700ish words
thanks to inkjunket for the beta-type help. <3




"I had to wear the cape of fail tonight." Cash tugs on the edge of the shower curtain, trying not to notice that it's a little grimy at the bottom. He shifts and his belt squeaks against the surface of the tub.

"Dude, again?" Brendon giggles like maybe he's a little high. He's usually a little high when Cash calls after shows. Which is most nights. "What did you do this time?"

Cash pushes his knuckle into one eye until he sees color and light on his closed lid. He sighs. "I forgot my jeans."

Brendon's quiet for a minute and Cash can hear something, maybe people talking, maybe a TV in the background. "Are you telling me you went on stage without your pants?" He sounds like he can barely keep the giggling in.

"No, asswipe, I'm telling you I forgot my good jeans at the hotel. And I made the guys go back so we could get them." He really, really doesn't want to get into this. He shouldn't have brought it up. It's been a long night.

"Your good jeans?" Brendon asks, and he still sounds way too amused by this whole thing.

"Yeah, my--" Cash rolls his eyes to the ceiling, "my super cool jeans. They're lucky, you know? I gotta wear them for shows."

"I did not know you had lucky jeans." It's suddenly quiet on Brendon's end of the line, like maybe he went into another room. "That is totally fucking adorable. Which jeans are they?"

Cash chews on his lip and picks at the seam of the jeans. They're filthy, but he won't have a chance to wash them for another few days. Which is just as well. "The dark blue ones. They're just... you know. Good things have happened to me in those jeans."

"Hmm." Is all Brendon says.

"Are you falling asleep?" It's three hours earlier there. Cash should be the one sleeping, not huddled up in a hotel bathtub talking to his... to Brendon at 4 in the morning.

"Mmhmm."

"Ok, then. I'm gonna go."

"Goodnight," Brendon mumbles and Cash hangs up.

***

"And then Marshall elbowed him in the face." Cash is trying not to laugh too loud. There's a woman at the end of the hallway keying open the door to her room and she glares at him every few seconds. He doesn't really care, but he doesn't want Ian coming out in the hallway to yell at him again either. But the stupid noises Brendon's making as he laughs make it really hard to stay quiet.

Brendon's snorts die down finally and he sighs. "Oh, hey, I figured out the jeans thing."

Cash blinks. "The jeans thing?"

"The lucky jeans. Super cool, whatever." Cash waits. The hallway is really quiet now. "Yeah. The dark blue ones, right? You were wearing those when I saw you in Vegas last month. Right?"

He can close his eyes and see it - Brendon and Shane's apartment full of people, noise, and music. "Yeah. Those are the ones."

"Did good things happen to you that night?" Brendon sounds like his usual self - goofy, teasing. Cash inhales and holds it. He remembers Brendon that night, huge eyes, lips shining from the swig of beer he'd just taken. He grabbed Cash's arm when he was coming out of the bathroom and tugged him down the hall, whispering, Cash, Cash, c'mere like he had something to show him. But then he'd just turned around and hooked his arm around Cash's neck and kissed him with beer-cool lips, his other hand sliding down Cash's back and into the pocket of his jeans, pulling him forward.

It lasted until Shane called Brendon's name and Cash let go of his fistfuls of Brendon's shirt and pulled away. I just gotta-- Brendon slurred and he was gone, back out into the party. Cash had another drink and then left with Singer. He called Brendon two nights later and they talked about sunglasses and the noises Ian makes in his sleep.

"Cash?" Brendon sounds slightly less like his usual self now. A little quieter, less steady. It's what Cash needs to hear.

"Yeah. Yeah, good things happened that night. Fucking great things."

"Great things?" Brendon's smiling, Cash can hear it. "Are you gonna wear those jeans when we're home in August?"

"Maybe," Cash doesn't bother to keep from grinning, "if you're lucky."

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[phineasjones.livejournal.com]

of course! heee. thanks! <3