icebergloungers | ! At the Disco

"... Why is my phone in your damn underwear, son?" Jonathan put his head in his hand and gave Edward a baffled expression while Query snorted with laughter, giving Edward an amused little smile.

"Aww, he calls you son."

"Oh for the love of -- not that fucking way." He forgot the issue with calling Edward son, not a good idea. With a huff, he leaned back in his chair and decided that he didn't really need his phone so whatever. Edward's crotch could have it. Forever. He was never touching it again. "Whatever. It's yours now."

"Don't be so stressy, Jonny. You're hot, sexy and talented so Ozzie is gonna hire you to be with us. You wanna do that right? Cause we're so cute." Echo wrapped her arms around Jonathan and gave him a hug - Jonathan had never looked more awkward in his life.

"It's all gonna be fine, daddy. Relax." Yes, of course the issue persisted. Hey, he didn't mind being called son, but the consequence was fairly logical. He shuddered a little, raising his eyebrows playfully. "Good thing your phone's on vibrate, huh?"

Was it actually on vibrate? Didn't matter, he could play at it. "You wanna have a shower, Jonny? You could use the shower that's not a bird cage."

He was ever so helpful. "You can borrow some of my clothes. Not as if you've ever worn anything that fits you anyway. We're gonna change that, for the record."

"One of your showers is a bird cage?"

"For Henrietta. She's cute but she needed somewhere to sleep, she kept pooping on Ed's pillow. She's our hen! This way, we always get fresh eggs. Genius, right?" Echo grinned and Jonathan just stared at her, trying to process how weird this RV was. He rubbed at his eyes and then nodded his head - not over how smart it was, he just wanted to shower.

"Which one isn't the bird cage?" Looking at Edward, only Edward, wanting to make sure that Edward knew that he wanted to talk to him and not the crazy bird girl. "Show me."

"You want me to show you the shower." Edward repeated it simply, it came out as suggestive. He accepted that as his lot in life and got off the table, holding a hand out to Jonathan to help him get up before walking over to the bathroom. "We've decorated the bird cage. It's pretty obvious."

He pointed out the normal shower, which was also quite decoratively tiled in green, but at least there was no chicken coop. Then he leaned against the wall, smiling serenely. "Need any help getting clean?"

Well.

"Want any help getting dirty?"

"Can you think of anything but sex or is that all? Just wondering. It's kind of one note." Jonathan rolled his eyes at him and checked out the shower before turning back to Edward, baffled by how someone can just be so thus. So entirely, unstoppably... this. "I need clothes and all. Which towel can I use? And how do I lock the darn door to keep you out?"

Just saying. He seemed pretty determined to make him uncomfortable so he didn't fancy giving him an inch, he'd probably take it too far. Never mind a mile, it'd be worse. He could see it.

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"I can think of a lot of things. It's quite amazing, really. It's just that I happen to be attracted to you, so bringing that up seems more important than letting you in on my thoughts on the Voynich Manuscript and the rise and fall of the Byzantine Empire." Ed didn't feel overly insulted, but he still didn't want his mental capacity to be undervalued. That just seemed like such a shame. "Use the blue towel, that's for guests. And don't you worry about the door. I won't do anything you don't want, so if you're so worried about your virtue, you gotta be worried about your resolved."

He laughed and pushed away from the wall, turning to walk out the door instead and close it behind him, so Jonathan could shower in peace.

So the horny boy didn't want to be seen as an idiot who thought with his dick? Interesting. Said a lot about Edward, really. He quite enjoyed Edward, he was fun to think about. He had layers. That and he was stupidly handsome and Jonathan had the overwhelming urge to jack off for the first time in a long time. He only really did it as a teenager and even then, very sparingly just in case anyone found out. Who would find out? Well, he never knew but apparently God was always watching and it was a bit of a boner killer.

Now God was dead, sin was the expected and Edward was such a handsome bastard, he wanted to fuck him so badly, it actually hurt.

He got out of the shower, dried off and found the clothes Edward had left for him, pulling them on with little care. As Edward said, nothing he wore ever fit him. He didn't much care about fashion.

While Jonathan was having a shower, Edward decided to make some eggs, since Jonathan seemed to need a lot of fuel. He let the girls play with their ex-bassist, while scrolling through his own phone as he watched over the omelette he was making, catching up on what people thought.

Which was why he could greet Jonathan with an interesting question when he walked out of the bathroom. "Crygma or Jonward? I'm not too fussed just yet, but the fans are a-buzzing. Best to rein that in early on. What should we go for?"

"They both sound fucking awful." So it was honestly hard to pick, given the terrible options. He leaned on the counter, watching Edward and also the omelette he was making, intrigued by both. Mostly the omelette, not gonna lie. He was pretty hungry. "I think ship names are always so uninspired and stupid, just smashing a name together. Not even stage names. Put some creativity in it, you know? What do you call yourself on stage? Riddle or something, right?"

Maybe there was something there. Not that Jonathan had any experience with shipping or whatever. He didn't do that stuff. "I've never had this sort of stuff before, I dunno if people do it in country. Seems like a dangerous game."

"Oh, they do. There's already some pairings for you. But I'm sure we've already replaced the top ship." Edward felt rather accomplished by that. "Riddler. Although I accept all kinds of names, if you say it with enough enthusiasm. Speaking of, I was going to ask you how much bacon, but I've seen you eat, so I'm guessing all the bacon."

Even as he spoke he filled the omelette with bacon, cheese, some mushrooms, then folded it up and flipped it around. He liked cooking and it seemed as if Jonathan would be very appreciative of whatever he did. "You got anything other than your name, Jonny? My fans call me fuckboy a lot. Make of that what you will."

"Give me whatever, I'm always hungry and I ain't picky." He watched Edward fill the omelette with everything, very satisfied that he was going to get the omelette. "Just Jon. When I was a boy, they called me Hoppin' Jon but I grew out of that. Don't really hop, do I?" As funny as it was to be named after a food, he wasn't really feeling it. As an adult, he fought quite hard for his name back. Jonathan or Jon, nothing else.

"Showmanship is a deadly thing, one wrong move and it goes to sinning." Jonathan smirked at the stupid idea, showing what he felt of it from his tone alone. "I guess I should get one. None of you lot seem to use your name, huh?"

"I don't even use my real last name, there's a secret." Well, not much of a secret. Most dedicated fans knew, but it still helped a little with potential issues. "Giving my little sis some privacy."

He slipped the omelette onto a plate and then handed it to Jonathan with a light bow. "I'd put some herbs on top to make it look fancy, but I feel that'd be wasted effort. Maybe some time when you're less ravenous."

If he ever was. Who knew? Either way, Edward shrugged. "We're Gothamites. Gotham has a tradition of names and costumes. Even my manager goes by Penguin more than his real name. Best move is to pick a name before you're stuck with one. A persona."

Jonathan thought back to last night and the craziest time he'd ever had and it was pretty easy to come up with a stage name. In many ways, this was a rebirth and what happened on stage had changed him. He sat down at the TV table with his plate and picked up a fork, nodding to himself. "Guess it's Scarecrow then, ain't it? What does that make the ship name? I reckon 'Scriddler'."

The best option so far. Given how fucking awful the others were. Jonathan made short work of his omelette, seriously impressive ow fast he inhaled his food, and once he was done, he leaned back and looked very pleased. "I got some ideas going forward, with how to dress and all."

"Scarecrow. Scriddler. I like it, it's bought." Edward grinned and flopped down on the sofa next to Jonathan, watching him eat at the speed of light. "We should make it official, tell me when you're ready for a picture."

He was already opening his photo app, trying to find a good angle for them both. "And let me know your ideas, Scarecrow. I work with the best in the biz, we can make all your American Gothic dreams come true. You don't know our vids, right? You said you only knew one of our songs or so. Seems like we've got some catching up to do..."

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"I don't like taking pictures." Jonathan wasn't a big fan, he didn't really do it but he had been trained by his father to pretend to like it. So even if he felt uncomfortable and not really into it, he was capable of taking a good selfie with Edward and not completely fucking it up. He gave Edward a frown, wondering how he did all of this stuff effortlessly - he suppose that was the difference between wanting to do this as a career when of adult age and being made to do it as a child and never stopping.

"I don't know your stuff, I've seen like one or two. My father was pretty strict. Is strict. It was hard to see anything good, you know?" The only access he had to the darker things was through books. His dad never checked his books. "Dunno much outside of country."

"You don't?" Edward couldn't relate, but he could accommodate. He used one hand to cover Jonathan's eyes, then took the picture and moved the hand again, to show Jonathan. "See? You didn't have to show much, but people are going to like it. Mysterious with a hint of kink. Hm. There's a good song title."

He grinned as he started scrolling through his filters to quickly edit the picture a little and then add the appropriate hashtags - #riddler, #scarecrow, #scriddler #beautifulbeginning. "You're so tense, Jonny. Relax. This is all fun. Don't take things so seriously."

With that, he posted the picture, then leaned forward for the remote, so he could turn on the television. "Let's start your education."

"I ain't tense... well, I guess I am but I can't help it, it's just my natural state. Never been one to relax." Also he had no ability to make his body not be tense - he'd tried, it just didn't wanna relax and he was fine with that. He watched what Edward was doing, reading his hashtags and unable to not smile at how hard Edward leaned into the things he was always told not to lean into. "What sort of education am I in for then? Show me what you got, so-- Ed."

Not son. Never son. He watched the TV come on and Edward load up youtube, already twigging what was going to happen. He was going to learn all about Edward's band. "What sort of stuff inspires your music?"

"Hm. Lots of drugs, mostly." It wasn't entirely wrong, but clearly a joke anyway. Edward tried to think of better words to say to someone he actually wanted in his band, not some reporter or a fan, an answer that wasn't just bullshit or facetious. "I write about what I think and I want it to sound like I feel. Sometimes I get inspired by books, movies, et cetera. Often I'm inspired by my shitty, shitty love life."

He was being honest here, after all. Ed found a playlist of their videos in chronological orders and started it, only to shudder when he actually saw himself. "Ugh. I had the worst hair back then. Ignore that. My voice needed work too."

"Oh please, this is way better than my stuff. You ever had to watch yourself at 5 singing patriotic songs? It's fucking worse." He wanted to kill that little brat. Even if that little brat was him. Meanwhile, there was Edward, outstanding voice and still a beautiful face. Sure, not the same as he was now but damn. He was a fucking handsome man. "I think you were always a strong singer, you just got better at holding notes. Your have an amazing range."

He did find that interesting, especially Edward's ability to hit high notes while still being able to do deeper notes too. "Liking the clown aesthetic but I have no fucking idea what's going on."

"Hmm... Honestly, mostly my label mate is a clown and we-- There was something, I don't know. Made sense at the time." Ed wasn't too concerned with that, even if he realised that calling his label mate a clown might come across as odd to Jonathan, until he would eventually learn that he wasn't being insulting here, just factious. He looked at Jonathan more than at the screen, focused on his reaction and his words, especially since he felt his face heat up a little. "You are too kind, Jonny, you're making me blush."

"Like an actual clown or what? You know what, never mind. I wanna be surprised." Jonathan watched the next video quietly, just taking in Edward singing and performing, taking in how beautiful he was and how elegant all of his clothing choices were. He was such a dapper boy. Man. Whatever. It was weird to think of himself as an adult, let alone Edward.

It was hard to take his eyes off the screen and he found himself quiet, despite his awareness that Edward was likely watching and waiting for feedback. He just couldn't help it. Fuck, Edward was hot.

Ed knew he had to be patient. While he didn't know Jonathan long yet, he had been observing him closely during that time and he knew he wasn't always all that vocal, quite introspective, not easy to read. Maybe he'd find him easier to understand when he knew him better, but right now it was a struggle. He had to be patient, he reminded himself again, only to realise that about two seconds had passed since he last told himself that. Damn it.

"...I'm trash, right?" Ah, patience. Not his virtue.

"Yeah, you're just fucking awful. You should quit." Jonathan said it very seriously before turning to Edward and grinning at him. What? It was funny. Edward was clearly not good at waiting for people to praise him and his anxiety was obvious by the crazy amount of fidgeting that was going on while he watched. Turning back to the video, he basked in the fun of not telling Edward anything as he finished the next video before finally, finally, giving him what he wanted.

"You change your genre a lot. I like that. Good vocals, stupidly handsome face. What else you wanna hear? You got hot friends too... I like the fish tanks." There, positive feedback.

"You are a sadist!" Maybe the fact that he somehow said that accusatory while also sounding delighted was also a sign of Edward's range. Either way, he grinned happily and leaned forward to kiss Jonathan's cheek. "I loved the fish tanks. Help me keep a cool head."

Unlike what he was apparently experiencing around Jonathan. Ah, who wanted to keep all that cool anyway? "I like variety, I like taking any opportunity that appeals, I want to try everything. It gets boring and boredom, who has time for that? You know what I mean, don't you? Oh, Jon, I'm going to help you be alive."

"It's not often that you get derided for being a sadist alongside an odd mix of utter delight. Oh Edward, your masochist is showing." Smirking with amusement, he tried to ignore how the kiss left his cheek burning, how alive he felt and how his heart was just racing like fucking crazy. He loved this, he loved sinning - hell was fucking worth it? Why did everyone always tell him sinning was bad? Someone really should have told him how good it felt.

"You like being center stage, you're always the focal point. You're the star. I like that a lot to. See, me? I ain't no star, don't wanna be. I just like the music. Don't let me be bored, just let me be with you and we'll have a good thing, okay?" Cause he wasn't looking for upstage Edward or even try, he just wanted to be excited.

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