Why Not Brazilian After Period?

It’s not the side effect of the pot 1/4

Title:
It's not the side effect of the pot, I am thinking we are Meant to Be

Author:






p_will




Beta:




mrs_toro_or


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harleen313

, always to be praised Characters / pairings: Andy / Joe, Pete / Patrick
the end Rating: PG13 Warnings: slash , fights, shit, mention of indecent exposure Word Count: ~ 10k overall Disclaimer: Not I profit on their sexuality, whatever it is, we profit from their
. Notes: First attempt longfic completed within a reasonable time, to celebrate two years of active writing (31/12 / '08). I have serious issues with chapters on things, and things in general long, so I'm very proud of myself for having created such a thing. Without my usual supporters could not have done \u0026lt;3 Notes to chapter: Title @ Cobra Starship (I kissed a boy (and it started up shit) Summary: is Joe, who is known only after having given up the guitar to a technician, on its face opens a lazy smile and looks at him with eyes shining from behind heavy eyelids, and just starts walking slowly towards him, still smiling, her eyes still brighter, Andy notices something unusual. Do not have time to wonder what, however, found him Joe, the imperturbable smile straight against his face, and it is strange, because half a second ago it was across the room, how ...? Joe kisses him. When he finishes the concert stage and jumping down from the last three steps in one fell swoop, everything is as usual: Joe and Patrick were left behind, trapped by fans or by the technicians, the backstage is celebrating and you hear burst somewhere laughter breaks eardrums Pete. Say hello to Charlie waving sticks and turns when he hears footsteps on the stairs, ready to give five to anyone. is Joe, who is known only after having given up the guitar to a technician, his face opens a lazy smile and looks at him with eyes shining from behind heavy eyelids, and just starts walking slowly towards him, still smiling , her eyes still brighter, Andy notes qualcosa di insolito. Non fa in tempo a domandarsi cosa, però, che si ritrova Joe addosso, il sorrisetto imperturbabile dritto contro la sua faccia, ed è strano, perché mezzo secondo fa era dall’altra parte della stanza, come…? Joe lo bacia. Andy vorrebbe iniziare ad agitare le braccia come un mulino ma si trova improvvisamente pietrificato, sbatte contro una parete che non ricordava e sente Joe stringerlo per i fianchi e accarezzargli piano le braccia provocandogli i brividi.
È un ottimo momento per smettere di essere ateo e trovare una divinità a scelta da imprecare senza ritegno. La bocca di Joe è dolciastra d’alcol e altro. Andy fa un verso disgustato, ma Joe fraintende su tutta la linea e gli gleefully shoves his tongue in her mouth, pushing her against the wall, very pleased. Andy is painfully conscious of being without a shirt, the bloody hands of Joe, who are big and rough and exhausting are traveling with accuracy in the chest, shoulders, neck, is painfully aware that Joe finally took her face in hands and is sucking her lower lip between his teeth, while the top of Joe's tagging along.
For the rest, it is not aware of anything more. And then the short-circuit ends, within the distant screams of the crowd along with the laughter in the room, Andy opens his eyes and managed to regain control of his body long enough to shove off Joe and watch his mouth open. Joe smiles again, too stunned to do anything but go away as if nothing had happened. Andy keeps his eyes fixed on his back as he walks away, upset, taking the back of his hand to his lips swollen and feels warm.
Patrick appears before him, with the cheerful air guitar neck. "What's happening? " Andy, very dignified, flees.
After half an hour is still in a state of apathy that has the worrying. All I did was get to the bus like a robot, and sit down a whole bottle of water to take off the finish of smoke from his mouth, staring at the wall all the time with empty eyes. He just vaguely considered the idea to get another bottle (and voted against, because they do not want to die of kidney infection, thanks a lot) when, as if someone had pressed a switch, the scene is projected in the loop before our eyes, as vivid as if it were a movie in surround sound. suddenly finds himself so packed with emotion that is crushing the empty bottle up to whiten the knuckles, shortness of breath.
is furious. Possible that the only sensible reaction is after the half hour that Take-up, letting go of the corpse violently plastic. The bottle falls to the ground with a thud, but does not notice and start the bus back and forth like a caged beast, as he tries to focus all his anger out on Joe, hoping to get him to blow his head away. Idiot. That fucking asshole
... It would have been different with Pete, because Pete is a huge octopus that does not feel to have you fully demonstrated his affection until you are harassed, and among its clutches are all passed, would have been different with Patrick, because he would not have happened
, since Patrick is their bastion of common sense and sanity. The bastions of common sense do not jump on to friends. The damned Fatton yes, though. And even if you are trying not to think too much about the main reason for his anger is just that, that Joe has done only because he was not in itself
, and that tracing would never do that. Avoid soffermarcisi because otherwise it could really break something. Fucking asshole. In front of everyone, taking advantage of post-concert adrenaline, as if-as if it were normal, as if he had allowed the
. But the fact that the Decaydance is a brothel disguised as a record label does not authorize it to jump on the first one that happens only because it is in the mood.
And he's a moron not to have shunned the poor suffered, not to have expected from what Joe was looking at him. He can not even stop to relive the scene in un'infida hidden part of his brain, despite do so ashamed and sick.
First, Patrick is to interrupt his train of thoughts, but this time is serious and slightly worried as it climbs on the bus and the study from the door, adjusting his hat.
"You tell me what-" "Nothing. She takes the iPod from the table and goes slamming all the doors that is, ends in his own bunk, pulls the curtains, squats against the wall and puts his headphones, trying to concentrate on the music, fell asleep with the Seven Angels Seven Plagues ball in his ears, furious that the only thing I can think about is the fact that Joe without him everything is cold.
Patrick is there, irritated. Was just trying to be nice, eccheccavolo, it's not his fault that his band is a band of psychopaths. The
told what happened (and they also showed a grainy photo taken promptly to a mobile phone. Personally saw to remove it regardless of the protestations of the author) and Joe jumped on him as Andy in one of his peak of stupidity, as Andy has gone there and letting go of the nervous breakdown of Andy, which unfortunately still seems in place.
It had never happened to find Andy not willing to talk or listen - or bear to be in the same room with him - and saw that Joe right now is ... somewhere, Patrick ago something that in case of doubt he had never thought to do: call Pete.
"Yo, Trickster," answered Pete, then you hear some howling and Pete begins to talk to Hemingway. "Are you hungry puppy? Are you hungry? But yes you're hungry! Now Petey gives you the jelly. But Hemmy good, bravo! Here! "
'Pete. "
'but good-excuse. What? "
" What is Joe? "
" Joe is, uh ... "I feel walking around. "Collapsed on the couch, and I doubt that is breathing. Wait ... OK, yes, he is alive. Hemmy, no, do not chew your shoes! Why? "
" Andy sighed. He takes a drink from the fridge and sits down turning on the laptop: it will be a long conversation. "It's stupid. "
" Really? And why ... oh, oh! "Pete chuckles. "If you take it? "
" No, it seems only multicolored version of the incredible Hulk. "He feels a


pop and the sound of bubbles, and he knows that Pete has opened a Red Bull, the sleepless inconsiderate. "Come on, for so little? "
" You do not have to see the photos? " nervous giggle. "No. I mean, just an escape. Pure evil coming, you know, nothing could be seen. "" ... Pete, delete them. "
" Sure, "laughed another, Patrick is noted and mentally to search the sidekick Pete tomorrow. "But I did not think anything of it. I have done worse on stage. "" We've tried 'blush, although it could just imagine the smile of Pete. "Is that ... is Andy. "" Right. Nobody kissed Andy. Oh, do you think is my fault? If I had become accustomed to certain things-"
" You'd be dead "blocks it before it can start with the guilt that would just be unnecessary and absolutely insane. "You do not have them. "" Yeah. "Hemingway eat noisily in the background. "So? " Patrick blinked. "So what? "
"So why did you call? " Why was hoping for a reply that I was certain would never come.
"moral support? "" You'll see the pass. "" You did not see ... "" Okay, if it passes arrange a piano " 'NO. "Everything but the plans for Pete.
"Okay, then if it continues to be a fool's talk. We will talk with both of them. "
Patrick takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes tired. Maybe we should turn the computer off and go and sleep. Pete across the receiver moves, probably fiddling with the TV to prepare for an intense night's performances and zapping. "I'm truly be prevented," he says after a while '. A few seconds of silence and then, more softly: "I can manage my undying love for you much better. "Patrick
lowers the screen of the handset with a small smile. "'Night Pete. "

There is a group of construction workers with jackhammers, which is demolishing the head of Joe. Or that, or the night before it was drained, like, a bottle of vodka.
you feel a circle in the head (of builders who dance with their drills at full speed, of course) and a weight on my stomach that can not just unstuck the eyelids to check, turns out to be Hemingway pelleted. Oh, fainted back on the sofa.
making three attempts to get up, two of which end with his face pressed against the pillow to block the nausea and one with the descent of Hemingway, who has left a nice patch of saliva to the stomach. The fourth can get vertical and must wait five minutes to be able to raise the strength to rise up and stagger to the bathroom. Once you have attached to the faucet of the sink, he pooped and have lifted the t-shirt dirty feel polished enough to undertake the perilous journey to the kitchen. Hey, I'm ten feet

.
Pete is sitting cross-legged on the table, with the laptop on her lap and a cup of coffee in hand. Joe fixed urgently while banging around, as if expecting something alarming how to find a head in more or see him walk straight. Joe grabs a box of Cheerios and leans against the sink, eating them straight from the box. "'Mbe? "Pete's
glances compassionate and returns to writing with his free hand. "Nothing. "Ok,
', will face a terrible, you know that news. Staggers toward the coffee maker, and as it passes behind Pete squints at the screen, just to see what's so important for him to beat the keys so quickly. It is one of his many blogs, who insists on calling "private" when anyone sends him then adds the request, and it is updating, is waiting for it to load a picture attached.
When the last pixel of the image is in place now Joe has forgotten the coffee.
collapses in a chair, staring eyes glued to the monitor even after Pete has lowered all the windows with air slightly guilty. Do not ... do not remember anything like that.
"What ...? 'Croaks. "When? "He has enough experience with photos on the internet to be able to recognize a montage: that, in heaven's name, not

is. "Tabula rasa? "Joe opens and closes his mouth a few times. It is very very clean slate, it is recalled that the concert was fantastic, more than fantastic, it was spectacular. Remember that the audience was crazy and a girl from the third row had tried to throw a bra, remember that he had not the slightest desire to leave at the end, please note that had fallen and saw that Andy was laughing, and he was drenched in sweat, bare-chested and-

holy God of heaven.
"I talk to him. "
rises suddenly in spite of the dizziness and slingshot out of the bus, excitedly. Falls within three seconds after shaking like a leaf, and runs to get a shirt, because there must be the sun but it's cold

shooting nudes, and roll out again with one arm stuck in the t-shirt
Pete stares at him miraculously hit the door, staying to listen to the thuds and curses even as they fade away. Oh, that thoughtless people. She sighs, opens all web pages and click Send.

Joe practically Andy pitch in the bus and almost fell face forward. She pulls up as if nothing had clinging to handle and analyze the room, but found only a puzzled Patrick intent to edit the blog of Pete. (Pete always gives his password to Patrick because if we forget on time, and Patrick is more difficult to crack a sidekick. Patrick for his part is happy to be his agenda, because it may contain the media that Pete crisis risks triggering occasionally making Online things they should not see the light of the Sun)
"He went out," says Patrick quietly while pressing insistently Del. Joe gasps something that could be "thank you" or a lung trying to escape to freedom from his throat, and runs away to ... wherever it is Andy. Smart, do not ask either claim.
Just as well, after all, at least have time to think about something less stupid than "hey, sorry, I had a tonsillectomy? Ok, 'I do not remember, friends as before? ". Certainly can not tell him that he liked and would be ready for an encore, and in any case will not have time to say anything because it will kill Andy . Nonviolent pacifism to hell.
Andy is not anywhere near the bus or car. It is not in the market near the venue - even in the department macrobiotic! - Or in the dressing room or backstage. He's going to sift through the other bus as it passes next to the stage and, duh, Andy is up there and playing. It must have gone deaf from the other night for not having heard the solo more violent that ever happened to listen to, with the tour including Arma Angelus.
He stops next to an amp and forget the reason for the research. It's still relatively early and without lights on is not cool so Andy took off his shirt, which now is back relentlessly sticking to it is without his glasses and his hair have slipped before my eyes, obscuring the view of the drums, which however can do without. He plays with a concentration that seems almost painful, strong, fast, and Joe's down the arms of the trails until they become blurred in motion. They are all too rare times when it can simply sit and watch Andy play, and it is a sin. So absorbed
takes a little 'to realize that Andy has stopped and is watching him. She blushes a little, because you still embarrassed when caught in fangirl, clears his throat and he panics. Do not have a plan, dammit.
"Hey, Andy exclaims forcibly, going towards him. Arriva on drums and Andy is still staring at him from behind with a flat expression of the tangle of hair. "I, um - beautiful piece! What song was it? 'Congratulations, do not attempt a more stupid when he was fourteen.
stiffens and tighten the eyelids awaiting the inevitable outburst, or a fist, or maybe a handful of outburst more than a snare drum head, if the night before was just terrible ... but nothing happens. He hears only the battery that wobbles and opens his eyes to thump the stool falls, just in time to see Andy's back disappear down the stairs of the stage.
... oops.


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