bandom: all-american rejects (archive)

12 recs, as of 2008.05.10 with the following pairings:


Mike/Chris
And Two Dudes Standing Over It (A Cautionary Tale Of How Not To Fall For Some Random Dude At A Concert); Or, The Luck Of The Cosmic Draw (NC-17) by fizzyblogic. It's so pre-band fic that Mike's still in high school. *insert kink here* Anyway, maybe it's because of the lack of AAR fic, but this is to me quintessential Mike/Chris here. Dude-love, funny and hot and just a hint of sweet-cute-fluff.

“We could go,” Chris said, though he more blurted it than said it, “like, we could – there’d be – y’know, and it’d be fun. I’d buy you a beer, something.”

Mike ducked his head to smile at his shoes. “Okay,” he began, taking something out of his pocket and doing something Chris couldn’t see because he was watching the way a few strands of Mike’s hair were falling across his forehead, “you call me when you’re not high, alright? Then maybe.” He pushed something into Chris’s hand, and he looked down to see a torn part of an envelope with ‘MIKE KENNERTY’ and a phone number written on it. Underneath the number was scribbled ‘Hickey show. Target. The dude with the batteries.’

Chris’s brain, at this point, sent two messages to his mouth. One was Tell him he didn’t need to put who he is and the other was Let him know you’ll call, but what actually came out was, “I won’t forget you.” A small part of Chris’s mind sat down with its head in its hands and decided to fire the rest of it.

Mike/Chris, Nick/Tyson
The Brightest Magical Valley Ever To Sparkle (PG) by fizzyblogic: Tyson is a rainbow, Nick is a unicorn, Mike is a magical pink pony, and Chris is a waterfall. BRILLIANT. No words, just brilliant. Tyson reaches out with his green! Chris forgets to babble! And the image of rainbow chasing a pink pony will never not make me smile. The characterization, so to speak, works for me in spite of what this fic is and the little turns of phrase are just lovely.

"Well," Edgar evaluated, "he's pink. That generally indicates magicalness. They tend to come from the forest, so."

"Logical," Chris nodded, the ripples of it lapping at the pebbles near Edgar's paws.

Just then, the soft tread of hooves on dewy grass followed a pink pony across the meadow and over to the pool. "Hey Edgar," Mike smiled.

Chris forgot to babble.

A Progression Towards An End That Is To The Common Good; Or, How Mike Kennerty Fell In Love With Chris Gaylor (NC-17) by fizzblogic: sequel to And Two Dudes Standing.... This is early-band era fic and it works for me on like every level. The structure, the characterization, the relationships. It's so boys-in-band that it's like platonic gsf or something.

Mike turned around. Nick was pinning Tyson to the floor of the van, attacking his neck with his mouth. Tyson was emitting small whimpering sounds.

“I guess you two made up then?” Chris called over. Nick held one thumb up and then circled his wrist in a Continue without us for a while motion. Mike laughed, turned back to face the windscreen, and fumbled around for the keys.

“Uh – Ty? There aren’t any keys here. You got them?” he called. Tyson wriggled underneath Nick and after a few moments of tangled limbs and what looked like pocket-digging done with a certain amount of difficulty, Tyson threw the keys over. They hit the back of the seat and fell into the foot wells for the (currently folded and pushed to the side) back seats.

“Thanks,” Chris said, twisting and diving to retrieve them. He dropped them into Mike’s outstretched palm, and Mike got the engine going.

Speakeasy Fic: 1925, New York and Oklahoma (NR) by eleanor_lavish: Nick goes to New York and finds half of himself. The other half is back in Sweetwater. Historical AUs can be rather hit or miss with me (usually it's a style thing), but this one totally works for me. The period, the repression, the coming-of-age, it all works. Even though Tyson's not physically in the fic until the end, he's there the whole time because Nick's there the whole time. I suck at this, but the fic doesn't, it's awesome.

That was the one thing that kept Nick from being giddy, standing here in his tiny room on Second Avenue, hearing the bustle of the city outside his small window. He’d dreamed of New York for years, but he was supposed to explore it with Tyson.

“Come on, now,” Aunt Constance had said, taking his suitcase and walking briskly to the street. He’d found her on the train platform by her profile; her slightly weak chin and her bright, big eyes reminded him instantly of his mother. Hurrying after, Nick had barely a moment to take in the sights and sounds and smells around him. It was probably for the best—there were more people in the massive train station than probably lived in all of his county back home.

Nick/Tyson
Or, What You Will (NC-17) by fizzyblogic. This is AU enough that you could read this like original fic if you aren't that familiar with the boys. But if you are, this fic only gets like ten times better. Tyson's a model who goes through boy-toys like water and Nick's a teacher who just wants a boyfriend. Somehow they make it work. An awesomely sweet fic.

“They would drive each other crazy,” Robyn pointed out. She looked around the room. “Nick’s a neat freak. Tyson’s – well, he’s Tyson.”

Kim laughed harder. “Oh God, they’d kill each other in a week. We can’t do it, it’s just too cruel.”

There was a pause for a few seconds, as they both tried to get their laughter under control, avoiding each other’s eyes. Then Kim looked over at Robyn, and Robyn looked back, and they burst out laughing again. “We have to,” Robyn gasped.

“They’d hate us!” Kim pointed out. “Tyson doesn’t date.”

“Nick’s really picky,” Robyn agreed. “They’d hate each other so much, oh God, it’s too bad. We can’t.”

They looked at each other and chorused, “But we must.”

Remember When We Lost the Keys (R) by fizzyblogic. Er, I don't have much else to say about this other than: MAKING OUT, it is almost blindingly hot.

They're parking. They're not even really dating yet (or wait, are they?) but they're in Nick's car in some lane a ways out of town and they were making out until the stick shift got in the way and they climbed into the back.

That was a while ago. Tyson can't tell how many minutes, he lost count, because he's wanted this since his balls dropped, and that was so long ago he feels like a whole different person. They kind of almost made out when Nick came home from college; there was this moment when Nick opened his mouth to say something ("I came back because --") but just stopped, and Tyson felt every inch of the distance in the air between them and for an entire second it seemed to crackle, but he thought he'd imagined it. (That didn't stop him jerking off for weeks thinking about what might have happened if he'd leaned in, though.) And then there had been that night they were drunk and sort of made out, only it was kind of sloppy and weird, and since then they sometimes made out when they got together to drink, but right now they're sober and they're parking and Tyson feels a little like he can't breathe.

You Smile So Wide (And I Don't Need Anything) (R) by fizzyblogic. PINING FIC. Not quite as angsty as I tend to like my unrequited love fic, but still very nicely satisfying.

It took the next two years for Nick to come to terms with the fact that his crush on Tyson wasn’t going to go away. That it was something kind of huge and really awkward and intensely inconvenient, because Tyson – crush entirely aside – happened to be Nick’s favourite person on the face of the earth. He liked the kinds of movies that were simultaneously awful and hilarious, he could make a mean bacon sandwich the morning after some serious alcohol was consumed, he knew exactly what to say to make Nick laugh until he thought he was going to die, no seriously, really this time, Ty, quit it or I’ll stop breathing. He was the best concert buddy ever; Nick could still hardly believe Tyson hadn’t been to a concert before he started taking him to them. Well, not since he was born, and of all the badass births there could ever be, Tyson’s had to be the coolest. Frankly, Nick would have a huge crush on him just on the strength of that, and his propensity to break out into classic rock at the oddest moments while drunk, stopping to say something about it not being bedtime yet and giggling. Nick still hadn’t worked out quite why the fuck he did this, but it was insanely cute.

Blame It On The Love (Of Rock 'n Roll) (G) by calathea: "Get the singer and the lead guitar," Jon says, decisively. "Oh, and hey. Ask if they'll send my daughter an autograph." This is a crossover with Jon Bon Jovi (and it's written from his POV), who Nick happens to fanboy so hard for. Mostly I like this fic for the novelty of it, but it's adorable and funny and well-written to boot so *shrugs*.

"I like Tyson best," his daughter is saying to a girl in the row behind after striking up a conversation about the t-shirt she's wearing, which is patterned with butterflies and which he gathers is also somehow connected to the band. "He's so cute."

Jon covers his eyes with his hands and wonders whether it's too late to stick his daughter in a nunnery.

Nick/Tyson, Mike/Ryan Ross
Each Touch (NC-17) by eleanor_lavish and tobyzantium: Ryan's good at fucking: it's the rest of it that sometimes confuses him. (mult. POVs) Basically, Ryan tags along with Pete while Fall Out Boy and The All-American Rejects are on that one tour. The Nick/Tyson and Ryan is brilliant and Chris is brilliant and Mike? I want to marry this man. Actually, I want to marry the entirety of AAR and then cuddle with Ryan afterwards. This fic, it warms the cockles of my heart, and I love it so.

Ryan gets up, squeezing past Tyson and Mike -- there's barely enough room in the kitchenette for one person and there are elbows everywhere. Mike hands Ryan the syrup without him even needing to ask for it, and the butter's sitting next to the batter pitcher. Tyson amuses himself by flicking Chris's gauge. There isn't any preamble, Chris is fine until flick number seven and then Tyson is on the floor, Chris straddling his waist and pinning his wrists to the floor. "You know I hate it when you do that, fucker," he grins as Tyson laughs and struggles underneath him.

"Took you long enough to do something," Ty gasps as Chris smacks him once in the chest and rolls off.

"He had to finish his beer," Nick says nonchalantly from the couch.

Mike laughs and looks at Ryan. "You got everything? I think we have whipped cream in the fridge."

"Uhh," Nick starts.

"Nope!" Tyson grins as he sits up. Chris leans against the couch, and moans. Ryan pauses, and then - oh, he gets it, blushing and looking down so his hair hides his eyes.

Mike cracks up, looping an arm around Ryan's shoulder. "Welcome to the Nick and Ty show."

Mike/Ryan Ross, Jon/Spencer
Whether It’s Wednesday Or A Saturday Night (PG-13) by skoosiepants: One) he almost coughed up both his lungs; two) he gets fucking chatty when he’s high, apparently, and he’d lectured Disashi for god knows how long on Dostoevsky, of all things; and three) he’d told Gaylor he’s, “No lie, no lie, seriously, a witch.” They’d had a good laugh over that one. This fic is a romp. I don't know how else to describe it. It's fun and funny and every inch skoosiepants' usual style.

“What the fuck,” Brendon says. “Mike Kennerty?”

“Shut up,” Ryan mutters, ducking his head so his hair sweeps over his eyes. He turns back to his locker and starts shoving books into his open book bag.

“You know he has orgies with Ritter and Gaylor, right?”

“Shut up,” Ryan says, but his lips are twitching, because orgies? “I’m pretty sure he’s dating Keltie, Brendon.”

“Who’s the biggest beard to ever beard.”

“Oh my god, you didn’t just say that out loud,” Spencer says, coming up behind Brendon and slapping the back of his head.

GSF
Birthday Shenanigans (NC-17) by eleanor_lavish and tobyzantium. The lack of GSF in this fandom boggles me. (Well, to be honest, the lack of AAR period boggles me.) But that's okay because this one is hot like burning.

Tyson tilts his head back, using that voice of his to shout obscenities. "If that's the mailman, Wheeler, he can suck your cock - you are never getting laid again!" He can hear Nick laughing and then shushing and Tyson strains to hear. There are multiple footfalls on the steps upstairs.

Chris sticks his head inside the bedroom door. "If you're done with Nick, then, can I have him?"

Tyson tries to sit up so fast that he nearly pulls the bed away from the wall. "Mother FUCKER!" he shouts, beaming. "You fucking sneaky ass bastard, Gaylor!"

"You couldn't gag him?" Mike asks from over Nick's shoulder, sliding a hand around his bare waist and Tyson laughs.

Gen
The Black Clouds Book Club (G) by eleanor_lavish. It's just a really fucking cute idea, okay? Joe and Tyson have a book club. BRAINS, THEY HAVE THEM.

When Tyson shows up ten minutes later, Joe's on the bus sofa with Hemmy at his feet and Pete no where to be found. "We're good?"

"At least until four," Joe nods, and holds up a bag. "Tostitos?"

"'m good," Ty says and settles next to him on the couch, legs tucked up under him. "The book kinda makes me queasy anyway."

--my AAR tag @ my delicious--