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comment ficlet (Panic! at the Disco)

Title: Untitled comment ficlet
Author: wordsaremyfaith
Fandom: Panic! at the Disco
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Jon/Spencer.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 398
Disclaimer: I do not know these people, this never happened, I am making no money off of anything.
A/N: I love it when I read a post and am randomly inspired to leave comment fic. \o/ For forcedmovement. (You probably want to click the link just so you have a bit more context.)


One day, Ryan rolls out of bed feeling like maybe he should change clothes sometime this century, considering how long he's been wearing the same pair of sweatpants. The problem is, his sweatpants are really comfy and he doesn't own any others. They're baby blue, super soft and have little girly hearts on them. Brendon tried to make fun of him until he pointed out Brendon's own sweatpants, which are lavender, match a hoodie he actually wears in public, and are a size smaller than Ryan's - a girl's size smaller. That shut Brendon up fast.

Now Ryan plods across the hall to Jon's room, where Jon and Spencer are asleep in the king-sized bed, Spencer's arm carelessly flung across Jon's stomach in deep slumber.

"Jon," Ryan whispers. Nothing happens. "Jon!"

"Hmmph?" Jon yawns languidly and rubs at his eyes. "Ryan? What's up?"

"Can I borrow a pair of your sweatpants?"

Jon laughs a little, sleepily snuffling into his pillow. "'Course. Anytime."

"Thanks," Ryan whispers, grabbing a pair of sweatpants from a drawer before exiting and closing the door quietly behind him.

Back in his and Brendon's room, he slips his sweatpants off and Jon's on. They're a little big in the waist, but that's nothing compared to how huge they are in the legs. They're practically hanging off him. He looks in the full-length mirror on the door. This is ridiculous. Maybe he should just go a day without sweatpants.

But then Brendon mumbles something, waking up, and Ryan turns to him. Brendon's eyes slowly flutter open. "Ryan," he says as though amazed to wake up and find Ryan standing in front of him.

"Good morning," Ryan says softly.

"Good morning." Brendon smiles. He looks Ryan over a few times and says, "You look almost like a real boy, Ryan Ross."

Ryan frowns. "They're Jon's."

"Don't worry, you'll have yours back soon. We'll do laundry today." Brendon yawns, not bothering to cover his mouth. "Now come back to bed." He reaches out a hand for Ryan. Ryan reaches back, stretching their clasped hands across the room.

"Okay," he says. He walks back to the bed, never letting go of Brendon's hand, and flops back down.

"'S better," Brendon sighs, throwing an arm around him to pull him in close. Ryan closes his eyes, feeling Brendon's breath gentle on his nose.

He falls back to sleep almost instantly.
Tags: [character] brendon urie, [character] jon walker, [character] ryan ross, [fandom] bandslash, [pairing] jon/spencer, [pairing] ryan/brendon, gen, giftfic, slash (m/m)
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