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humandoodad) wrote2008-10-10 06:08 pm
humandoodad) wrote2008-10-10 06:08 pm
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Title: Fools Whether We Dance Or Not
Author:
Pairing: Cash/Singer
Rating: R for language
Word Count: 2189
Disclaimer: Not even a little bit real. Except for the part where Singer did ask Cash to a dance once.
Summary: Googling 'Boys taking boys to prom' is really unhelpful when you're trying to figure out if you need to buy your best friend a corsage.
Author's Note: Many thanks to my beta and the wonderful people who audienced this and encouraged me to keep writing. :D
Aretha Franklin is in the middle of spelling out respect when Alex tugs the earbud out of Cash's ear and Cash looks over with raised eyebrows. Alex was the one that insisted they listen to the song in the first place, so the least he could do was let the woman finish. "So hey, you know the prom?"
"Yeah?" Cash might spend the morning announcements sleeping, but there's no way he missed all the signs. He had been thinking about asking Becky from Chemistry, but as of yesterday she had a date.
Alex spends a couple moments just winding and unwinding the earbud cord around his fingers before asking: "Do you have a date?"
It's a stupid question, because Cash definitely would have told him if he did. "Nah," he says dismissively. "If I go, I'll just go stag and pick someone up there."
"Me either." His knee jiggles. "We should go together. It'd be fun. You know."
Cash is about to laugh and 'no homo' him, but then he really looks at him and finds himself agreeing instead. "Hell yeah. We'll show everybody how prom is meant to be done." Because everything is cooler when you add your best friend to it.
Alex breaks into a relieved grin, which is kind of an overreaction because, what? Did he think Cash was going to say no? What a dumbass.
Cash gets off the bus feeling pretty good about himself. It's not until he gets up to his room and dumps his backpack on the ground that he realizes that he has no fucking clue what the hell you do when you take a dude to a dance. Does he have to get Alex a corsage? Will they both wear suits?
Shit.
But wait. It's not a date. They're going as friends. He doesn't need to buy him shit. But then, who the fuck asks someone to a dance just as friends, right?
If Alex were a girl, Cash would totally be asking his mom about this, but instead he'll have to google it or something.
There is a kind of scary amount of porn about boys taking boys to prom.
So 'Boys taking boys to prom' is really unhelpful. 'Gay boys going to prom' (not that he's gay, but it seemed like it might narrow shit down) teaches him that neither he or Alex can wear a dress and there's a possibility that they can't go together at all. Lame. He'll go with the 'Don't ask permission if the school's probably going to say no' tactic there.
Fuck, Google is fucking useless. He gives up after skimming over a couple pages of results. He'll just have to rock this shit the Cash Money Way.
Cash isn't totally sure what that is yet, but he's got a week to figure it out, right?
So he asks Alex some questions at school the next day, totally casual and smooth.
"So, uh, what are you wearing to this thing?" They're sitting outside against a wall in the shade eating lunch, and he just slips the question in between bites of his PB&J.
Alex, who is eating a less-cool lunch of salad, looks over at him. "What? To the dance?" When Cash says "Yeah," he answers, "I've got some plans. I might wear a top hat."
Cash thinks Alex's major boner for that Panic band is really fucking obvious, and no way is he going to dress like them, too. No way. He isn't even gonna bother asking Alex if he wants to match or some shit knowing what he knows now, so he decides to just do it up classic and looks up what his favorite rappers wore to the Grammys for inspiration.
He does go to the florist and get a red rosebud for Alex to wear on his jacket. It seems like it'd go with the gay cabaret thing Panic's doing without being too gay. He just really fucking hopes Alex doesn't try to pull some of that weird Ryan Ross make-up shit. He doesn't want to go to prom with someone who has a My Little Pony for a face.
As it turns out when Cash goes to pick him up on the big night, Alex looks really good. Really, really good. Cash takes off some of his blingin' rings and stuffs them into his pocket quickly.
Alex apparently thought he was going to have to provide his own flower, 'cause he has one, but Cash's is better, really, and he already paid for the damn thing, so he pulls it out all "Hey, uh. I got you this thing. Yours is kind of lame."
Alex gets that really familiar look that's somewhere between annoyed and charmed, so Cash figures he didn't do too badly. "Are you going to put it on me, or what?" he asks, so Cash gets it out of its stupid plastic box. It only takes four tries to put it on right, and part of that's because Alex keeps reaching up to help and their hands get all tangled.
But once it's on, Alex is smiling widely and his mom insists on pictures. Cash hadn't told his mom who he was going with, but apparently Alex hadn't gotten the memo on keeping it on the DL. Typical. Mrs. Deleon seems pretty cool about it, even if she does keep calling them shit like 'cute' and 'adorable'. She laughs at him when he asks her to say 'pimp' instead, and Alex gets him in the ribs with one of his razor elbows.
Cash lets Alex talk about all the different shops he had to go to to put together his suit the entire way there. He seems pretty proud of the effort he put into it and Cash got his all at one place, so he doesn't have a lot to contribute.
They get there and the lady taking the tickets seems like she's giving him the eye, but Cash has preemptively written "I will call the ACLU." on the back of his (the googling wasn't totally useless), and maybe that helps, because she lets them through and tells them to have a nice time. Then there's a professional photographer, but he and Alex share a look that basically says 'Nah', so they move on to the gym.
And then Cash has totally reached the end of his plans for the evening. There are already a few couples dancing because Mrs. Deleon trying to be the next Nigel Barker from ANTM (he watches it for the hot models, obviously) took so long, but Cash is not ready to face that hurdle yet. At all.
"So, uh, do you want to get some punch or something?" he asks, not looking at Alex as they stand side by side and take in the scene. The prom decoration budget must have been cut, because it still pretty much look looks like a gym, not a undersea wonderland. Unless mermaids are really into basketball.
"Nah, I kind of want to dance." He sounds like he's trying to be casual, but he's got the same tone of voice that he had when he asked Cash to this thing: sort of hopeful and worried. Like he expects Cash to laugh.
And well, shit.
Cash finds himself in the same position that he was in then, only this time he's not going to make the same mistake of looking at him. That was definitely his downfall last time. Desperately, he scans the crowd.
"Oh hey, look, there's Marshall." Fucking gift from God, Alex Marshall in the middle of a gaggle of girls on the dance floor. "Let's go." Cash learned way back in eighth grade that dancing in a group is way less pressure than dancing one on one. And maybe he'll get to bust out some of his sweet ass breakdance moves.
As it turns out, he totally does get a chance to bust a move, and it goes over pretty well as far as he's concerned. He's having a pretty good time as long as he ignores the kind of hurt looks Alex is throwing him. The first slow song of the night comes on about a half hour later and before he even has a chance to engage in some evasive maneuvers, Alex tells Marshall that he's going to the bathroom and makes a beeline off the floor. Crisis averted, Cash thinks, until his cell buzzes in his pocket and he opens it to be faced with an Angry Alex Wall of Text that boils down to 'Y WONT U DANCE W ME? I THOUGHT WE CAME 2GTHR.'
Well, shit. Again.
Marshall gives him a knowing look as he closes his phone with a groan, having been on the receiving end of a some of Alex's text messages before. "You better go talk to him, man. You've been kind of a fuckface."
"Fuck you," Cash replies with a scowl, then drags ass all the way to the bathroom.
"Alex, what the hell?" Cash throws open the bathroom door and is met with the stares of three guys who are definitely not Alex and one girl who could be if she weren't busy sucking face with one of the guys. And, you know, she's wearing a dress and has boobs and shit, too. But the hair's similar. Anyway. "Go find another bathroom to hang out in," he says in his best menacing voice and gets stared at some more. "Look, some gay shit is about to go down. You can stay if you want, but it's gonna get gay."
He brushes past them and looks under stall doors until he finds the one with Alex's boots. "Alex, dude. Don't be like this. Come on."
Apparently, something in his pleading tone backs up his 'gay shit' warning and the others trail out. Cash is already dreading school on Monday. And Alex isn't answering him.
"I will kick this door down and it'll probably hit you in the face," he threatens.
"Yeah, right," Alex snorts. And well, that's pretty much a challenge, so Cash takes a couple steps back to get some momentum. But Alex opens the door before he gets a chance to charge. "Are you crazy? You'd hurt yourself, me, and we'd get in trouble for damaging school property. Just take me home, okay?"
"No way. We just got here." And Cash spent all that money.
"Fuck you, you can stay, then. I'm going. I don't have to take this!" Alex goes to brush by him, so Cash pushes him backward. Then Alex is pushing him back and they're grappling, dress shoes skidding around on the wet bathroom floor.
Cash has more bulk on him and is just more bad ass, let's be honest, so he ends up getting the upper hand and pushing Alex back against a wall. "You're staying. I bought you a fucking flower."
"So what," Alex hisses.
"So I bought you a fucking flower," he insists. It's never enough for this asshole, because he rolls his eyes at that. Fuck that. Cash is a great fucking date, it's not his fault that Alex's panties are in a wad about this whole dancing thing. He'll prove it.
So he kisses him.
Cash has definitely never kissed a dude before, because he's straight and they're dudes. And he's definitely never kissed Alex before, though he's secure enough to admit that it's crossed his mind a few (thousand) times (in the shower). So this is a pretty big deal, right?
And Alex isn't kissing him back, what the fuck? Insulted, he starts to pull back, but Alex makes this strangled noise and his hands flail a little then grab Cash's head and pull him back in. Then they're kissing for real, and. Well, Cash has to admit that maybe he's gay, at least for Alex, because it's amazing. Not technically, because they keep knocking teeth and noses, but amazing in that mind-blowing first kiss, life-changing sort of way. Like when he'd decided not to hate Alex anymore. Or when Alex had looked over at him while they lay on his bed together and said, "Yeah, I like it. The Cash and Alex Band."
Cash realizes then and there that he wants his life-changing moments to keep including Alex. Hell, he decides there that they definitely will. And that makes him grin, which ruins the kissing that they had going on, but that's cool because Alex is grinning too, widely.
He calls Cash an idiot, but he's all breathless and smiley, so Cash is gonna let it slide. "Yeah, same to you, fucker. You wanna go dance for a while, then make out in my car?"
"Definitely."
Author:
Pairing: Cash/Singer
Rating: R for language
Word Count: 2189
Disclaimer: Not even a little bit real. Except for the part where Singer did ask Cash to a dance once.
Summary: Googling 'Boys taking boys to prom' is really unhelpful when you're trying to figure out if you need to buy your best friend a corsage.
Author's Note: Many thanks to my beta and the wonderful people who audienced this and encouraged me to keep writing. :D
Aretha Franklin is in the middle of spelling out respect when Alex tugs the earbud out of Cash's ear and Cash looks over with raised eyebrows. Alex was the one that insisted they listen to the song in the first place, so the least he could do was let the woman finish. "So hey, you know the prom?"
"Yeah?" Cash might spend the morning announcements sleeping, but there's no way he missed all the signs. He had been thinking about asking Becky from Chemistry, but as of yesterday she had a date.
Alex spends a couple moments just winding and unwinding the earbud cord around his fingers before asking: "Do you have a date?"
It's a stupid question, because Cash definitely would have told him if he did. "Nah," he says dismissively. "If I go, I'll just go stag and pick someone up there."
"Me either." His knee jiggles. "We should go together. It'd be fun. You know."
Cash is about to laugh and 'no homo' him, but then he really looks at him and finds himself agreeing instead. "Hell yeah. We'll show everybody how prom is meant to be done." Because everything is cooler when you add your best friend to it.
Alex breaks into a relieved grin, which is kind of an overreaction because, what? Did he think Cash was going to say no? What a dumbass.
Cash gets off the bus feeling pretty good about himself. It's not until he gets up to his room and dumps his backpack on the ground that he realizes that he has no fucking clue what the hell you do when you take a dude to a dance. Does he have to get Alex a corsage? Will they both wear suits?
Shit.
But wait. It's not a date. They're going as friends. He doesn't need to buy him shit. But then, who the fuck asks someone to a dance just as friends, right?
If Alex were a girl, Cash would totally be asking his mom about this, but instead he'll have to google it or something.
There is a kind of scary amount of porn about boys taking boys to prom.
So 'Boys taking boys to prom' is really unhelpful. 'Gay boys going to prom' (not that he's gay, but it seemed like it might narrow shit down) teaches him that neither he or Alex can wear a dress and there's a possibility that they can't go together at all. Lame. He'll go with the 'Don't ask permission if the school's probably going to say no' tactic there.
Fuck, Google is fucking useless. He gives up after skimming over a couple pages of results. He'll just have to rock this shit the Cash Money Way.
Cash isn't totally sure what that is yet, but he's got a week to figure it out, right?
So he asks Alex some questions at school the next day, totally casual and smooth.
"So, uh, what are you wearing to this thing?" They're sitting outside against a wall in the shade eating lunch, and he just slips the question in between bites of his PB&J.
Alex, who is eating a less-cool lunch of salad, looks over at him. "What? To the dance?" When Cash says "Yeah," he answers, "I've got some plans. I might wear a top hat."
Cash thinks Alex's major boner for that Panic band is really fucking obvious, and no way is he going to dress like them, too. No way. He isn't even gonna bother asking Alex if he wants to match or some shit knowing what he knows now, so he decides to just do it up classic and looks up what his favorite rappers wore to the Grammys for inspiration.
He does go to the florist and get a red rosebud for Alex to wear on his jacket. It seems like it'd go with the gay cabaret thing Panic's doing without being too gay. He just really fucking hopes Alex doesn't try to pull some of that weird Ryan Ross make-up shit. He doesn't want to go to prom with someone who has a My Little Pony for a face.
As it turns out when Cash goes to pick him up on the big night, Alex looks really good. Really, really good. Cash takes off some of his blingin' rings and stuffs them into his pocket quickly.
Alex apparently thought he was going to have to provide his own flower, 'cause he has one, but Cash's is better, really, and he already paid for the damn thing, so he pulls it out all "Hey, uh. I got you this thing. Yours is kind of lame."
Alex gets that really familiar look that's somewhere between annoyed and charmed, so Cash figures he didn't do too badly. "Are you going to put it on me, or what?" he asks, so Cash gets it out of its stupid plastic box. It only takes four tries to put it on right, and part of that's because Alex keeps reaching up to help and their hands get all tangled.
But once it's on, Alex is smiling widely and his mom insists on pictures. Cash hadn't told his mom who he was going with, but apparently Alex hadn't gotten the memo on keeping it on the DL. Typical. Mrs. Deleon seems pretty cool about it, even if she does keep calling them shit like 'cute' and 'adorable'. She laughs at him when he asks her to say 'pimp' instead, and Alex gets him in the ribs with one of his razor elbows.
Cash lets Alex talk about all the different shops he had to go to to put together his suit the entire way there. He seems pretty proud of the effort he put into it and Cash got his all at one place, so he doesn't have a lot to contribute.
They get there and the lady taking the tickets seems like she's giving him the eye, but Cash has preemptively written "I will call the ACLU." on the back of his (the googling wasn't totally useless), and maybe that helps, because she lets them through and tells them to have a nice time. Then there's a professional photographer, but he and Alex share a look that basically says 'Nah', so they move on to the gym.
And then Cash has totally reached the end of his plans for the evening. There are already a few couples dancing because Mrs. Deleon trying to be the next Nigel Barker from ANTM (he watches it for the hot models, obviously) took so long, but Cash is not ready to face that hurdle yet. At all.
"So, uh, do you want to get some punch or something?" he asks, not looking at Alex as they stand side by side and take in the scene. The prom decoration budget must have been cut, because it still pretty much look looks like a gym, not a undersea wonderland. Unless mermaids are really into basketball.
"Nah, I kind of want to dance." He sounds like he's trying to be casual, but he's got the same tone of voice that he had when he asked Cash to this thing: sort of hopeful and worried. Like he expects Cash to laugh.
And well, shit.
Cash finds himself in the same position that he was in then, only this time he's not going to make the same mistake of looking at him. That was definitely his downfall last time. Desperately, he scans the crowd.
"Oh hey, look, there's Marshall." Fucking gift from God, Alex Marshall in the middle of a gaggle of girls on the dance floor. "Let's go." Cash learned way back in eighth grade that dancing in a group is way less pressure than dancing one on one. And maybe he'll get to bust out some of his sweet ass breakdance moves.
As it turns out, he totally does get a chance to bust a move, and it goes over pretty well as far as he's concerned. He's having a pretty good time as long as he ignores the kind of hurt looks Alex is throwing him. The first slow song of the night comes on about a half hour later and before he even has a chance to engage in some evasive maneuvers, Alex tells Marshall that he's going to the bathroom and makes a beeline off the floor. Crisis averted, Cash thinks, until his cell buzzes in his pocket and he opens it to be faced with an Angry Alex Wall of Text that boils down to 'Y WONT U DANCE W ME? I THOUGHT WE CAME 2GTHR.'
Well, shit. Again.
Marshall gives him a knowing look as he closes his phone with a groan, having been on the receiving end of a some of Alex's text messages before. "You better go talk to him, man. You've been kind of a fuckface."
"Fuck you," Cash replies with a scowl, then drags ass all the way to the bathroom.
"Alex, what the hell?" Cash throws open the bathroom door and is met with the stares of three guys who are definitely not Alex and one girl who could be if she weren't busy sucking face with one of the guys. And, you know, she's wearing a dress and has boobs and shit, too. But the hair's similar. Anyway. "Go find another bathroom to hang out in," he says in his best menacing voice and gets stared at some more. "Look, some gay shit is about to go down. You can stay if you want, but it's gonna get gay."
He brushes past them and looks under stall doors until he finds the one with Alex's boots. "Alex, dude. Don't be like this. Come on."
Apparently, something in his pleading tone backs up his 'gay shit' warning and the others trail out. Cash is already dreading school on Monday. And Alex isn't answering him.
"I will kick this door down and it'll probably hit you in the face," he threatens.
"Yeah, right," Alex snorts. And well, that's pretty much a challenge, so Cash takes a couple steps back to get some momentum. But Alex opens the door before he gets a chance to charge. "Are you crazy? You'd hurt yourself, me, and we'd get in trouble for damaging school property. Just take me home, okay?"
"No way. We just got here." And Cash spent all that money.
"Fuck you, you can stay, then. I'm going. I don't have to take this!" Alex goes to brush by him, so Cash pushes him backward. Then Alex is pushing him back and they're grappling, dress shoes skidding around on the wet bathroom floor.
Cash has more bulk on him and is just more bad ass, let's be honest, so he ends up getting the upper hand and pushing Alex back against a wall. "You're staying. I bought you a fucking flower."
"So what," Alex hisses.
"So I bought you a fucking flower," he insists. It's never enough for this asshole, because he rolls his eyes at that. Fuck that. Cash is a great fucking date, it's not his fault that Alex's panties are in a wad about this whole dancing thing. He'll prove it.
So he kisses him.
Cash has definitely never kissed a dude before, because he's straight and they're dudes. And he's definitely never kissed Alex before, though he's secure enough to admit that it's crossed his mind a few (thousand) times (in the shower). So this is a pretty big deal, right?
And Alex isn't kissing him back, what the fuck? Insulted, he starts to pull back, but Alex makes this strangled noise and his hands flail a little then grab Cash's head and pull him back in. Then they're kissing for real, and. Well, Cash has to admit that maybe he's gay, at least for Alex, because it's amazing. Not technically, because they keep knocking teeth and noses, but amazing in that mind-blowing first kiss, life-changing sort of way. Like when he'd decided not to hate Alex anymore. Or when Alex had looked over at him while they lay on his bed together and said, "Yeah, I like it. The Cash and Alex Band."
Cash realizes then and there that he wants his life-changing moments to keep including Alex. Hell, he decides there that they definitely will. And that makes him grin, which ruins the kissing that they had going on, but that's cool because Alex is grinning too, widely.
He calls Cash an idiot, but he's all breathless and smiley, so Cash is gonna let it slide. "Yeah, same to you, fucker. You wanna go dance for a while, then make out in my car?"
"Definitely."
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