Bandslash: Cash/Brendon

Title: All About the Benjamins
Fandom: Bandslash
Pairing: Cash/Brendon
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 7,267
Summary: Brendon used to be sure that Bank of America was the most fucked up place he’d ever work in his entire life. Now? Now he’s three days into a position at First Star Savings Bank that’s further out in the country and further separated from reality.
Notes: Thanks to insunshine for the awesome beta. I also did a picspam of the players in case you want to see who is who.



Brendon used to be sure that Bank of America was the most fucked up place he’d ever work in his entire life. Now? Now he’s three days into a position at First Star Savings Bank that’s further out in the country and further separated from reality. Granted, Maja Ivarsson is kick-ass and a pretty awesome boss, but what kind of bank CEO wears short skirts and dances around her office when she thinks no one is looking? She has parts of her head shaved for god’s sake. Brendon thinks she’s one of the most awesome people he’s ever met, but he’s shocked the elderly people in the town aren’t storming the bank for their money and burying it in their back yards or cramming it under mattresses. And her boyfriend Ray? Completely terrifying for no reason. If it weren’t for his mildly squeaky voice, Brendon wouldn’t even be able to talk to him.

Hell, half the employees of the bank are covered in tattoos and have what his old bosses would call “wildly inappropriate corporate” hair and clothing. But even Mrs. Evans, the oldest person in town, is completely in love with each and every teller on the line from the awesomely bearded Spencer to the head teller Gabe who has a habit of being freakishly tall and talking about snakes and Nevada for hours on end.

But on the second day Brendon wore short sleeves and no one commented on the piano keys and flowers on his left arm. The one and only time he did that at Bank of America, he nearly gave his boss a coronary the. So, it’s a bit messed up and a bit ridiculously awesome, but Brendon already loves the bank.

--

The weirdest thing about First Star Savings is one of Brendon’s fellow tellers. He’s not the one training Brendon, so they don’t get a chance to talk much, but Brendon isn’t sure he minds. The kid’s name is Cash for crying out loud. Who in the world names their son Cash? And who the hell would work in a bank with that kind of name?

Brendon tries to ignore the way his chest gets tight when he sees Cash smiling at the flock of teenage girls always rush to him when they come to do their banking.

Honestly, he used whiteout to make his nameplate read CA$H. Brendon makes a point to not stare at him for a whole hour. He makes it fifteen minutes before William, the other head teller, is asking him to focus again.

The thing about William is he’s so incredibly eager to imprint his banking knowledge on the youth of today. Or whatever speech he gave Brendon when they were still down in the basement watching videos about cheesy bank robbers and the proper way to hold your money. At least that only lasted two days, since Brendon already knows how to be a teller from his previous job. Today’s his last day in training, actually.

The other thing about William is that he’s maybe gay for two of the other workers. Brendon can’t quite get the story out of anyone, but apparently Gabe, William, and Vice President Travis all live in a house together and possibly have pets and orgies. Or at least that’s what Pete told him when he asked about their obviousness closeness. He tries not to think about it too much.

--

Brendon’s on his way to lunch when he stumbles upon Pete, head of Human Resources, and Ashlee, one of the customer service representatives, huddled in the customer service hallway. She’s got both her hands on his arms and leans in as she whispers harshly.

“I mean, I know I have breasts and all, but is it really socially acceptable to ignore questions about banking in order to stare at them and make sexist comments? Sometimes I really hate people,” Ashlee says, pouting as she trails off.

“Can I ignore your questions about banking and stare at your breasts and make completely non-sexist yet also completely true comments about how delicate and sexy you are to me?” Pete asks, smirking as Ashlee tries not to smile at him. He leers at her and she gives in, collapsing into his arms as she snickers. They walk off, still laughing, and Brendon only feels slightly jealous as he heads down to the break room.

Don’t quote Brendon on this, but he’s pretty sure he never wants to be in the safe deposit box privacy room ever again. He heard things.

--

“Don’t even tell me you’re eating in the break room again,” Cash says as he walks into the room. Brendon, who plans on doing just that, is about to open his box of frozen chicken and mashed potatoes.

“Uh,” is all he manages to say, because really, Cash is kind of pretty. And maybe Brendon can’t stop staring at his lips, which is horribly wrong. The last thing he needs is another hopeless office crush. Isn’t that most of the reason he left Bank of America?

“I’ll take that as a no,” Cash tells him as he swaggers – literally swaggers – over and snatches the box out of Brendon’s hand before tossing it back into the freezer. “You’re lucky enough to share a lunch hour with me today. We’re going to Weber’s, new guy.”

“I’m Brendon,” he points out, hurrying after Cash as he climbs the steps out of the basement.

“Of course, new guy,” Cash says, turning around to smile at him. And no, Brendon totally doesn’t almost fall down the stairs. Not at all.

--

Thankfully, Cash seems to be the only one at the bank dead-set against calling Brendon by his name. The guy in the basement (who’s name is apparently Gerard) even greats him by name when Brendon takes a wrong turn and ends up in his office. The room is slightly dim and the walls are covered in hand-drawn pictures of zombie and vampire bank robbers.

“Cool artwork,” Brendon tells him, grinning when Gerard beams up at him.

“Thank you!” he says, just a bit too brightly for the scenery. “I did them myself. On breaks, of course,” he adds, snorting. “Though the accounting thing gets a bit boring from time to time and if I need a ten minute break from it, no one’s going to come down here and check on me, right?”

“Good point,” Brendon answers, laughing. Seriously, this is the accountant? He looks more like he should be lecturing people on the world’s latest, greatest cause or hawking merchandise on the street.

“I don’t see much accounting being accounted for,” a voice from behind Brendon calls out. Gerard manages to look terrified for a couple seconds before snickering.

“Get off my back, Iero,” Gerard says, still amused.

And that’s how Brendon learns that loans officer Frank Iero is also a featured decoration in Gerard’s office.

--

“So Cash Money, my buddy, what’s on the agenda for today?” Brendon asks as he hands over the Styrofoam cup of coffee he picked up for Cash that morning. They’ve started this thing where they alternate grabbing the much needed caffeine for each other. Brendon’s pretty sure it shouldn’t make him feel happy and domestic, but it totally does.

“Cash Money?” Cash asks, his face breaking into a huge grin. He thinks for a minute before nodding slightly, and Brendon knows he’s accepted the awesomeness of the nickname.

“You have a tattoo,” Brendon says lamely. But he’s pretty sure the bright green dollar sign on Cash’s hand wasn’t there the day before.

“That I do,” Cash replies, snorting into his coffee cup. He holds up his hand and Brendon doesn’t think, just reaches out and takes it gingerly in his. He ignores the shiver that goes through Cash and blames it on the scorching hot coffee.

Cash’s hand looks like it got attacked by a graffiti artist, like the dollar sign inked into his skin came straight from a can of spray paint. Brendon can’t lie, it’s kind of ridiculous. “It’s kind of ridiculous,” he says, laughing softly. But Cash does this thing where his face scrunches up and it makes Brendon’s entire being sad and depressed.

“I think it’s cool,” Spencer pipes in from the other side of Cash’s window. His beard dares Brendon to admit that it is not in fact that greatest tattoo in the history of the world. Spencer is kind of protective of his own.

“Mine’s kind of ridiculous, too,” Brendon says, letting go of Cash’s hand and lifting up his own.

“Seriously, dude, piano keys?” Cash asks, finally smiling again. Brendon beams back at him and mimes playing the keys on his arm until William wanders by and reminds him they open in a couple of minutes.

Later on, he totally doesn’t get off to the thought of Cash’s tattooed hand moving across his skin.

--

Patrick Stump is kind of awesome. Or at least that’s what everyone tells him. Brendon hasn’t met the guy other than in passing, but he seems friendly. Patrick has his office just past the teller line and across from the safe deposit box secrecy room. He always wears a hat but never seems to get yelled at for it. Brendon figures being an auditor gives a guy that kind of power. He also figures Patrick looks so adorable in each and every hat he owns that no one will call him on it. Plus, Pete is his best friend and if being best friends with the human resources guy doesn’t get you a free pass, what good is it?

For his entire first day, all Brendon heard were tales of Patrick’s awesomeness. Like the time he totally showed the state auditors what the deal was and didn’t back down when they tried to make him change policy. Which clearly means Patrick Stump really is awesome, because state supplied auditors are the scariest creatures Brendon’s ever seen.

Joe Trohman also thinks Patrick is adorable and awesome, even though he won’t admit it. That is if you can believe office gossip, which Brendon has learned to stake his life on. The women (and men) in the break room are never wrong. Joe is the other customer service rep, and Brendon’s pretty sure he’s high at least sixty percent of the time. Even so, the customers request him by name, and he’s been there since he got out of high school.

He also has a tendency to blush whenever he walks to the water cooler which is located in the corner outside Patrick’s office. Joe is one thirsty dude, too. Brendon would make fun of him if he didn’t have the exact same reaction to a certain loud-mouthed, cocky teller who Brendon tries not to even think about.

Still, he maybe stopped breathing for a second or two when he saw his name between Cash’s and Keltie’s for the following week’s schedule.

--

On Monday morning, Brendon totally does not spend half an hour trying to figure out which tie makes him look hotter. He doesn’t, ok? But whatever else he lost that half hour to, it makes him late. He runs into the bank and punches in only a minute behind schedule, though, managing to make up time by skipping his morning coffee stop. In hindsight, this may have been a mistake.

“Looking a little dead today, new guy,” Cash tells him, smirking over his mug of coffee. He figures it’s Cash’s way of reminding him it was Brendon’s turn to pick up coffee and Cash was missing out, too. Brendon can smell the deliciousness, wafting through the air like some kind of taunt. Thankfully Keltie pushes an extra mug at him and tells him to run down to the break room and get some coffee before they open. Brendon kind of loves Keltie.

Fifteen minutes later, Brendon is freshly caffeinated and going out of his mind. Apparently Monday mornings suck. There’s a line at the door by five to nine. Brendon had no idea every elderly person in town needed to do their banking first thing Monday morning. He tries to keep the line going, mentally patting himself on the back when he remembers a few of the customer’s names from the week before.

The line is nearly gone when Cash makes a disgruntled noise and practically sprints away from his window. Brendon can spot an “avoiding customer by hiding out in the head teller room” move when he sees it, but he calls for the next in line anyway. The guy who walks over isn’t scary looking at all. His hair’s a bit messy and he grins at Brendon and asks him how his day is going. In fact, Mr. Nate Novarro is polite and just this side of flirty by the time Brendon cashes his check and tells him to have a great day.

Cash comes out just after he leaves, and Brendon bets he was watching on the security cameras in the head teller room. There’s just enough time for Keltie to lean across the wall between their windows and mutter “ex boyfriend” before Cash is seated in his spot and smiling like he’s in love with the world again. Yeah, Brendon really loves Keltie.

--

Brendon soon realizes that even the most gossipy of gossipers – mainly Ashlee and surprisingly the phone operator, Jon Walker – won’t comment on Cash’s relationship with Nate. Ashlee had whimpered and waved a hand at Brendon that he took as a sign to walk away quickly. And Jon had just glared and muttered, “I hate Nate.” Even Brendon knows that Jon Walker doesn’t hate anybody.

He doesn’t even try to bring it up with Cash, because the guy gets sad and quiet every time Nate even steps foot in the bank. But providing Cash didn’t have some kind of big I’m-not-gay freak out, then Brendon’s in the clear…if he was into Cash at all or anything. Which he totally isn’t. Just because he has amazing eyes and maybe laughs whenever Brendon makes lame banking jokes doesn’t mean Brendon’s interested.

Though he lets Brendon call him Cash Money and it maybe makes him feel like he did that one time in the eighth grade when he let his best friend Billy kiss him full on the lips. Maybe.

--

It’s Friday afternoon when Alex – the teller they refer to as Singer though Brendon’s 100 percent sure he’s not currently in a band, not the one with long hair who works in loans – comes up to him and asks if he’s going to Gabe’s that night.

“I uh, I don’t know?” Brendon says, shrugging. “I don’t think I was invited?”

“Travis, he’s invited, right?” Singer asks Travis as he wanders by, most likely in search of one of his boys.

“Duh,” is the only response they get before Travis disappears into the head teller room and William’s telltale giggle echoes throughout the main lobby.

“See, you’re totally in,” Singer tells him before smirking and wandering away. Brendon isn’t sure what just happened, but he has plans for the first time he’s moved away from the city, and nothing else matters.

--

“So I’m picking you up tonight, ok?” Cash asks Brendon when they’re down in the break room on their dinner break.

“For?” Brendon asks, quirking an eyebrow as he shoves a bite of instant noodles into his mouth. Cash grimaces at him but just shakes his head and continues.

“For the annual Friday night party,” Cash say, as if Brendon should have known all along.

“Wouldn’t it be more of a weekly thing?”

“Shut your face,” Cash says, laughing as he waves his sandwich at Brendon. “I’ll come get you around nine, ok?”

“Do you even know where I live? Cause that’s a bit stalkerish, I have to admit,” Brendon says, snorting into his noodles.

“Dude, ever hear of the employee directory. It’s not like I drive by your house on a daily basis. Let’s leave the creepy to Gabe,” Cash says at the exact same time Gabe saunters into the room.

“Amen to that,” he says, winking at them both.

--

Cash picks Brendon up at 9:01, though Brendon totally saw him sitting in his car outside for at least five minutes before he got out and walked up to the door. Brendon maybe feels a bit like a girl as he runs into his kitchen and waits for the doorbell to ring. But it’s not like Cash brought him flowers or anything. And it’s not like Brendon spent more than ten minutes debating over which shirt to wear before going with the plain green tee that may or may not match Cash’s tattoo.

“Ready to roll out?” Cash asks him, and Brendon has to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. He has a thing for a dude who crawled out of the mid nineties. At least Cash doesn’t have the huge affinity for all things neon and 80s that Gabe has going on. Brendon’s not sure he could take the adorableness of Cash in hot pink aviators.

“So what’s the deal with this epic Friday night thing?” Brendon asks when they pull out of his driveway.

“It started before I got here, actually. Right after William moved in with Gabe they started having these dinners after work on Fridays. Only bank personal and their significant others allowed. And when Travis moved in, the dinners turned into parties and now everyone has a standing invite to their house. It’s pretty chill, so don’t panic or anything.” And Brendon thinks it’s silly, but Cash’s voice kind of calms him down. Not that he really was nervous or anything. It’s just…work jokes and friends are one thing, but epic parties full of people who have been getting together forever are another.

--

“So is Bob like, ex-military or something?” Brendon asks Mikey in a whisper. His wife, Alicia, finds this so hilarious that she has to cover her mouth to keep her laughter muffled. Mikey just smirks at him and then shrugs. Brendon’s found that the Computer Guru is not really a talkative person.

“Like a spook or something!” Alicia says, cracking herself up all over again. And yeah, Brendon’s had a few drinks, so he just cackles along with her. Hell, these people dress up their cat. Brendon’s seen pictures all over Mikey’s workroom. He has absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.

Bob Bryar is thankfully unaware of their speculation from where he’s standing across the room. In the few weeks Brendon’s worked at First Star, he’s noticed that Bob is good at standing. He’s the bank’s security guy and intimidating as all hell. He spends hours in what Frank refers to as his torture chamber watching security videos and going over emergency plans and procedures. Plus, whenever he’s bored, he just stands in the lobby, overlooking things. And trust Brendon, a Bob Bryar with crossed arms is not the kind of man you want to mess with. He’s probably the only reason the bank’s never been robbed.

“Dudes, you’re monopolizing my main man,” Cash says as he walks over and plops down on the couch next to Brendon. This just makes Alicia choke on her rum and coke, and Brendon snorts into his beer.

“Main man?” Mikey asks, giving Cash his half-amused, half laughing-at-you-on-the-inside smirk.

“Ain’t no other,” Cash says, laughing as he sidles up next to Brendon. And Brendon? He’s pretty sure he could spend the rest of the night with one thigh pressed up against Cash and an arm slung across the couch behind his shoulders.

Alicia, though, might have to go. She’s currently making kissy faces at Brendon behind Cash’s head. Brendon mouths “fuck off” back at her and she only giggles more. Seriously, Mikey is a saint for putting up with her.

Brendon might like her as much as he likes Keltie. He’d date both of them if Alicia wasn’t married and Keltie wasn’t dating that spider-like Ryan Ross from bookkeeping. Also if he weren’t into dudes.

--

Brendon, as it turns out, does not spend the rest of the night by Cash’s side. This is mostly because Singer bounces up to him and grabs his hand, nearly making him spill his beer. Brendon lets himself get pulled over to the make-shift dance floor and starts dancing along to old-school Madonna.

Singer is wasted, but so is Brendon. And okay, the kid really is kind of pretty. He feels nice in Brendon’s arms, snug against his hips, only Johnson keeps glaring over at them and Cash looks like he might puke or punch someone. Possibly both?

Brendon is kind of a douche sometimes.

Or at least that’s what he tells himself the second before Singer leans in and kisses him. He can hear Gabe cackling from across the room, and then the music gets turned down. Brendon hates everyone he knows.

Singer shoots him puppy dog eyes when Brendon pushes him away, but he mutters a quick sorry and rushes across the living room. Only Cash isn’t by Johnson anymore, and Johnson looks like he’s going to tear out Brendon’s spleen. So he mutters another apology, shoves Johnson in Singer’s direction, and leaves the house.

Cash’s car is gone, and so is Brendon’s mind.

--

Brendon spends Saturday in his day old boxers and sulks on his couch. Cartoons don’t even cheer him up, and he loves cartoons more than people, sometimes. Around four, he gets a text from Keltie that says ur life isnt totally ruined, call me. He debates calling her but ends up just texting back totally is :( and crawling back into bed.

Only he doesn’t set his phone on vibrate, so he wakes up an hour later and has to twist himself completely out of shape in order to reach his phone. “lo?” he mumbles, his voice still laced with sleepiness.

“Word on the street is that Johnson wants to kill you. He also finally got some balls and claimed Singer last night. So you better come over to my place so we can hide from the world together, ok? I wouldn’t want Johnson to show up and murder you in your sleep or anything,” Cash says, and it sounds kind of forced, but it’s Cash. So Brendon sits up and actually smiles into his phone.

“Alcohol is the devil,” he says softly.

“True dat, true dat,” Cash says over the phone, and Brendon has a feeling they might just be fine.

“Let me get dressed and I’ll head on over, ok?” Brendon asks as he kicks his sheets off and realizes that he smells like death. He grimaces and tries to find clean clothes while Cash rambles on and on about Halo and pizza. It sounds like heaven.

They play Halo for hours, taunting and poking at each other. Brendon eats his weight in pizza, and by the time he crashes on Cash’s couch he feels better than he has in months.

--

Brendon doesn’t make it two steps inside the employee door before Ashlee jumps in front of him and nearly causes him to faint and/or drop his coffees. “Cash got a hair cut,” she tells him like it’s the biggest, most important secret in the world. She wiggles her eyebrows at him before bouncing off in whatever direction Pete must be in. It’s like the two of them have this secret sonar that only works on one another. Brendon would find it cute if he weren’t too busy hating everyone in happy relationships.

Brendon comes close to dropping his coffee for a second time when he makes it out to the teller line and sees the back of Cash’s head. His hair is gone. Brendon stumbles a little bit and runs into the divider between his window and Singer’s. William pats him on the back and laughs as he walks by, and the sound causes Cash to turn around and stare at him. He runs a hand over his head – cropped close and free of curls - and looks down at his feet like he’s awaiting approval.

The thing is, Brendon can’t breathe. It’s a sickness, really. A big Cash Colligan sickness. He hands his coffees off to Singer, not even bothering to apologize when the kid squeaks at him. “You hair is gone,” Brendon says like a complete moron.

“Indeed it is,” Cash says quietly. He still looks sheepish, and Brendon can’t figure out why. His head is fucking awesome.

“Your head is fucking awesome,” Brendon tells him just as Frank is walking by.

Iero fucking giggles at him before saying, “I bet his head is fucking awesome,” and running off to undoubtedly tell the entire bank about it. Brendon bets he’ll be hiding in the supply closet before noon. Fucking Iero and his fucking stoner giggle.

“I mean, you look great,” he says in an attempt to regain some dignity.

“Thanks,” Cash says, and Brendon can tell he wants to laugh in his face.

“Just laugh, fucker,” Brendon tells him. The words aren’t even out of his mouth before Cash is doubled over, clutching his stomach.

“My head…awesome,” he chokes out and Brendon takes the initiative to punch him in the shoulder. He’s in love with a complete asshole.

Oh, shit. Brendon takes that new bit of information back to his window and sulks at his adding machine for the rest of the morning.

--

“So who are you bringing to the bank picnic?” Hanna Beth asks Brendon while they’re standing by the time clock. It sort of surprises Brendon because they don’t really talk that much. But her boyfriend, Trace, is pretty awesome and hangs out at the reception desk and buys the bank donuts every once in awhile, so Brendon isn’t opposed to her or anything.

“I wasn’t aware that I needed to bring someone,” Brendon says with a shrug. He watches her scrawl her name with a little 2 next to it and then adds his own to the sign-up sheet taped to the wall.

“They always have egg races and balloon tosses and things like that. It helps to not show up alone,” Hanna Beth says with a smile as she swipes in and heads out of the room.

“You could always bring your boyfriend, Cash,” Pete says from in the coat closet. And seriously, he’s creepy and awesome at the same time. Brendon isn’t even sure how he can manage to head human resources.

“We’re not dating,” Brendon says quickly before he feels his face heating up. Because yeah, he’d be into it if Cash were, and the signs seem to point towards that. Brendon’s an ass when it comes to dating people, though, and he knows Cash has had enough of that in his life already. He doesn’t want to mess him up any more than he already is.

Being in love sucks balls.

“Earth to Brendon,” Pete says, snapping his fingers in front on Brendon’s face. Brendon comes out of his thoughts and looks at Pete. “Sorry to interrupt your daydreaming, but you’re kind of dating Cash. He had William fix the schedule so you two can have lunch together every day, you stare at his stupid face whenever you get the chance, and you have sleepovers. How are you not even aware of this? Ashlee told everyone you two were dating like, weeks ago.”

“I uh,” Brendon shrugs weakly and Pete just brays like a donkey and wanders off laughing. “I’m so not dating Cash!” Brendon shouts after him, forgetting that he’s surrounded by co-workers. Everyone just stares at him for a moment before hurrying to look busy.

“That’s good to know,” Cash spits out as he brushes past Brendon. Brendon wants to apologize, because wow, way to be an ass, but suddenly half the bank is blocking his path and he can’t even get Keltie to smile at him.

--

Brendon spends a whole two days being weird and flighty. He knows this, but can’t seem to reel himself in. Every time Cash comes near him he has some excuse to be elsewhere, and even Gerard has told him he’s spending too much time down in the basement. Brendon walks to work and forces himself to buy a single coffee every morning. He tries not to watch as Cash smiles and talks with everyone in the bank who isn’t named Brendon Urie. It’s depressing.

By day three, Brendon can’t stand it anymore. He hurries into the bank, swipes in, and heads over to Cash’s window on the teller line. Cash is busy setting up his drawer and doesn’t bother to look up when Brendon coughs loudly behind him. Brendon does it again and someone – most likely Spencer – tosses an unwrapped cough drop at his head. Brendon figures he deserves the sticky spot it leaves on his forehead, so he ignores it.

“Listen, I’m an ass,” he says, still talking to Cash’s back. “I kind of, can we talk?” he asks meekly, hoping that Cash will just fucking turn around and talk to him. It’s not his fault he had a mild freak out over the fact that he’s been practically living with the guy he’s head over heels in love with for months and no one bothered to tell him.

Cash just turns on his adding machine and Brendon sighs over the familiar sound of it starting up. He steadies himself and tries to ignore the way the lobby has filled up with employees, all failing at pretending to not be staring at the two of them. Brendon can practically feel Gabe’s breath on his neck.

“Ok, so I’ll just talk here,” Brendon says softly. Even Gerard is trying to lean nonchalantly next to the water cooler and Brendon figures he better make this good. “So I know you’re pissed at me for avoiding you and I’m sure everyone has been telling you I freaked out about whatever it is we have going on here.” Brendon pauses when Cash’s shoulders twitch, and he wishes he’d just turn around so he could see his face, could know if he’s making things better or worse.

“So the thing is, I’m an ass. I know this. I can’t do anything right when I like someone and everyone I’ve ever dated hates me,” Brendon sighs, because this is not how he’d planned this going at all.

“That’s not really comforting,” Cash says, his voice harsher than Brendon has ever heard it, even when he was schooling Cash at Guitar Hero.

“The thing is I’m also completely and stupidly in love with you, so you know…” Brendon trails off, because he doesn’t even know what to say anymore. He can hear Keltie sigh from across the room and he’s pretty sure Joe tripped over someone at the news. “I’ll just, uh, get my drawer out and stuff and you can keep on being mad and stuff and then maybe I’ll quit or whatever and I’m sure Bank of America will take me back and wow, I’m just rambling now.” Brendon shuts his mouth at the same time Cash spins around and looks at him. He gapes, opening and shutting his mouth like the most adorable fish Brendon’s ever seen. Did Brendon mention the stupidly in love part?

“Or you should shut your face and fucking kiss me already,” Cash says, smiling for the first time in what seems like years. Brendon nods, because that is totally a plan he can get behind, and he closes the space between them. It’s horribly chaste, barely a brush of lips, but Brendon can feel his insides melting by the time Cash pulls back and licks his lips. Cash nuzzles his cheek and Brendon dies right there. He’s so gone, it’s not even funny.

“You’re so gone it’s not even funny,” William says from eight feet above them. Seriously, how is he such a freaking giant? It’s a good thing his boyfriends are mammoths, too. “Both of you,” he adds and Brendon beams. William is totally right.

“Ok people, we open in ten minutes and the line’s about to start at the door. I can already see Mrs. Stone walking up the sidewalk. So let’s figure out what we’re going to do now that Cash and Brendon have called in today,” Maja says from across the lobby. She gestures for Gabe and William to join her in her office, and Brendon figures it’s some kind of secret head teller meeting.

“Called in?” he asks, scrunching up his nose at Cash.

“She just gave us the go ahead to get the hell out of here and take a day off to enjoy being together or whatever it is we are now,” Cash tells him. He turns around and starts putting all of his junk back in his drawer. Brendon reaches around him and turns off the adding machine.

“We’re so very together,” Brendon whispers against Cash’s neck before kissing him softly beneath his ear. Cash shivers and suddenly Brendon can’t wait to get him home, to get him into his bed.

“Ah, young love,” Gabe says, laughing as he pulls William close to his side. He picks up Cash’s drawer and gestures for them to take off. “Remember when we were like that, my dear Billiam?” is the last thing Brendon hears before Cash drags him through the bank and out the back door.

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Cash drives on account of the fact that Brendon walks to work, and they barely make it back to Cash’s house without hitting something and possibly the curb a few times. It’s not Brendon’s fault that he can’t obey the new “don’t touch Cash when he’s driving rule”. He’s had a long day and it’s only nine in the morning.

Cash drops his keys next to the door as soon as it’s shut and slams Brendon against the wall. They manage to take out a vase on the way to the couch, but Brendon’s hands are full of Cash and he counts that as a win. Cash backs Brendon up against the armrest, his hands on Brendon’s hips and his tongue licking into his mouth. Brendon sighs and lets Cash push him over the armrest and crawl on top of him.

The thing about kissing Cash is that it’s like everything Brendon’s ever imagined and then a big bag of awesome. His brain may have melted, but he can tell it’s fantastic. Cash tastes like gum and coffee and the caffeinated-mint flavor is going straight to Brendon’s head. He trails his tongue across Cash’s teeth, smirking into the kiss when Cash whimpers and grinds down against him. It’s all teeth and tongues from that point on, and Brendon’s happy he’s apparently bagged a biter.

Brendon claws at Cash’s shirt, struggling with the buttons before Cash sits up and undoes one button at a time, swaying back and forth above Brendon. Brendon does his best to not lose his mind and digs his fingers into Cash’s hipbones. Cash tossed the shirt over the back of the couch and pulls his undershirt over his head before moving his hands to the front of Brendon’s shirt. He has it open before Brendon can blink and the just shoves Brendon’s undershirt up around his armpits before settling back down on top of him. Brendon hisses at the contact of skin on skin and melts into Cash’s next kiss. He’d be perfectly content to lay here forever with Cash’s mouth on his and Cash’s hips against his thighs.

But then Cash pushes back, leaning up on his elbows and grins down at Brendon. Brendon is about to protest when Cash slides down the couch and hooks his fingers in Brendon’s belt-loops. He pauses as if waiting for something, and Brendon nearly knocks himself out nodding as quickly as he can. Cash shakes his head and then unbuckles Brendon’s belt, shoving it aside so he can lower the zipper on Brendon’s Dockers.

Cash kneels between Brendon’s spread thighs, somehow managing to stay on the couch. Then he slowly lowers Brendon’s pants, not bothering with the boxers. He frowns when he gets to Brendon’s shoes and then laughs before tugging them off and removing the pants. Brendon’s on edge by the time Cash looks at him again, his whole body sparking with need.

Cash senses it and lowers his head, nuzzling against the front of Brendon’s boxers. Then he turns his head and licks at the head of Brendon’s cock, wetting the fabric covering it. Brendon whimpers in the manliest way possible and concentrates on not bucking his hips. By the time Cash pushes Brendon’s boxers down and takes the tips of Brendon inside his mouth, Brendon’s digging his fingernails into his palms in an effort to keep quiet.

“Noise is fun, you know,” Cash says, looking up long enough to let Brendon know he’s totally laughing at him on the inside. Brendon shrugs and smiles weakly. And then Cash’s mouth is around him again and Brendon lets out a deep groan, satisfied when Cash hums around his cock and takes more of him into his mouth.

Cash’s mouth is hot and wet and Brendon can hardly stand it. His hands fly down to cup Cash’s head on their own accord, but Cash just leans into the touch. Part of Brendon wishes Cash had hair that he could tug on, but instead he just rubs his palms back across Cash’s shorn hair. This makes Cash moan, the vibrations going right through Brendon. He does it again and Cash moans even louder, the sound mixing with an obscene slurping that echoes throughout the room.

Brendon pants, his lungs incapable of filling with air. But Cash’s mouth is fantastic and his now and he can’t think of anything better in the entire world. Only Cash takes that minute to trail a finger behind Brendon’s balls and rub at the skin there. Brendon doesn’t even have time to warn Cash before he’s bucking his hips and shouting Cash’s name.

Cash just locks eyes with Brendon and swallows with completely undoes Brendon’s entire being. He’s pretty much dead by the time Cash pulls back and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He grins and slides up Brendon’s body, holding his weight on his elbows as he looks down at Brendon.

“Hey,” he says, smirking.

“Hey yourself,” Brendon replies with a laugh. And seriously, how more perfect could this get?

“You get to stand up now, because I kind of need to take you back to my room and fuck your brains out, ok?” Cash asks as he climbs off of Brendon and holds out a hand. And yeah, it just keeps getting better. Brendon nods and hips off the couch, letting Cash steady him. He’s not even ashamed of it, because he totally just got his brains sucked out, and who wouldn’t have trouble standing? And then Cash slaps him on the ass and manhandles him down the hall and into his room. He tosses Brendon onto the bed before toeing out of his shoes and stepping out of his pants.

Brendon maybe whimpers again, but we’ll ignore that.

Cash is all hard lines and taut skin and Brendon doesn’t even realize he’s moving until he’s on the end of the bed and reaching out for Cash’s hands. He pulls him back and lays out, just enjoying the feel of Cash’s body on top of his. But then Cash moans and does this thing with his hips that gets Brendon all worked up again. And really, didn’t someone say fucking?

Brendon doesn’t wait long, because Cash reaches over and pulls a condom and lube out of the nightstand. Cash runs his hands down Brendon’s sides before spreading his legs and grinning down at him. “You’re gorgeous, you know,” he says, smiling harder when Brendon blushes up at him.

Brendon doesn’t reply, just holds out a hand and grabs Cash by the shoulder, pulling him into another kiss. It’s softer this time, slick lips moving against each other. Cash’s fingers rub circles across Brendon’s hips, sighing into the kiss when Brendon bends his knees and arches his back.

Not breaking the kiss, Cash opens the lube and slicks his fingers before bringing them to Brendon’s entrance. He pushes lightly, waiting for Brendon to moan and push back before slipping a finger inside. Moment later, Brendon pulls back, gasping in enough air to beg for a second finger. Cash just nods, his eyes impossibly dark and focused, before he adds a second finger. Brendon closes his eyes, lost in the sensation of being full again and manages to sigh out, “please” before losing the ability to talk.

Then Cash’s fingers are gone and Brendon hears Cash say, “Look at me.” He slowly opens his eyes, his eyelids weighed down as if dipped in honey. Cash is staring at him like he’s some kind of piece of art, and Brendon feels his cheeks heating again. But then Cash grins at him and lines up, and slowly pushes his way inside of Brendon. “Tight, so fucking tight,” Cash chokes out as he slides inside, and Brendon can only nod up at him. It’s been far too long and Cash feels fantastic, like every bit of Brendon is full again.

“More,” Brendon pleads, raising his hips up against Cash’s. Cash groans and then starts to move, his thrusts gradually getting harder the more Brendon whines for it.

They move together, hands clutching at each other and mouths meeting somewhere in the middle. Brendon can’t get enough of Cash, can’t imagine ever not being this full again. And Cash keeps telling him how gorgeous he is, how hot he feels around him, so Brendon’s pretty sure they’re in the same place. And then Cash shifts his hips and every thrust hits that sweet spot inside of Brendon. Sparks shoot up his spine and he digs his nails into Cash’s back. He nips at Cash’s collar bone, digging his teeth into the soft skin there.

Cash just moans above him and moves faster. He leans back on his heels and works a hand between their bodies. Brendon closes his eyes again as Cash wraps his fingers around his cock and strokes him in time to his thrusts. “Eyes,” Cash whispers, and Brendon forces himself to look up at him. Cash’s flushed, his eyes locked with Brendon’s and his lips parted as he pants with each thrust of his hips.

Brendon hisses and comes, splashing his release between their bodies. He arches his back, riding it out as Cash continues working his hand over him. Cash thrusts once, twice, three more times before grunting and coming, collapsing on top of Brendon as he does.

They lay there breathy heavily for a few moments before Cash has the presence of mind to slide to the left and dispose of the condom. Brendon is dating a genius. Cash throws an arm across Brendon’s chest and settles against his side.

“We’re both idiots, you know,” Brendon says as soon as he can think again. Because Cash Colligan? Total sex god.

“You think it’s a good idea to call your boyfriend an idiot?” Cash asks, his breath coming out in hot puffs against Brendon’s neck.

“We could have been doing this months ago,” Brendon answers, laughing when he feels Cash nod.

“You’re my favorite idiot,” Cash tells him, laughing softly.

“And you’re mine,” Brendon says softly. “We should take a nap and then do that all over again,” he suggests, laughing at Cash’s enthusiastic “Hell yes!”

Seriously, idiots.