Need You Wild 5/12
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Spencer's dick does not, in fact, fall off, but he's so distracted when he sits down in the living room that he doesn't even realize he's watching Martha Stewart until she's halfway through making what looks like a seriously delicious cheesecake. It's a little jarring, going from thinking about licking Brendon open, fucking into him with his face buried in Brendon's neck, to Martha lecturing him on the proper way to crack an egg. Spencer blinks and shakes his head a little, because seriously, what the fuck. He considers going back upstairs, crawling back into bed with Brendon, but he's already more than ready to be fucking Brendon, and he honestly doubts his ability to hold off until Ryan and Jon actually leave.
"If you're going to bake cakes while we're gone," Jon says, coming down the stairs in flip-flops and a hoodie, "I could go for chocolate."
"We don't have all the ingredients for a cake," Ryan says, trailing behind Jon. "I checked last time we smoked up. Did you want us to buy cake stuff while we're out, Spencer?"
Spencer groans and changes the channel, flipping through until he finds The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.
"It's for you, too. We figured you might be hungry when we get back," Ryan continues. "You know, from all the sex."
"Yeah," Spencer says. "Yeah, I got it."
"Oh, sweet," Jon says, flopping down on the sofa next to Spencer with a cup of coffee. "Is this the one where they get trapped in the cave? Ryan, go get my keys, I love this one."
"Hey," Ryan says when an ad pops up in the corner of the screen. "Awesome, it's a marathon!"
"Oh my god, please leave," Spencer says when Ryan perches on the arm of the sofa instead, staring at the screen. "Really, what do I have to do? Money? I'll give you money."
"That cake sounded really good," Jon says conversationally, "now that I think about it."
"Fine," Spencer says. "I will make you a cake. I will make you ten cakes, just go away."
"How about it?" Ryan asks. "Can we be bribed with ten cakes?"
"Absolutely," Jon says, taking the keys from Ryan. "Now c'mon, let's go get this over with."
"Just because the film has subtitles doesn't mean it's stupid, Jon, okay--" Ryan calls out after Jon, but Spencer tunes them out until they're driving away. He manages to hold out until the car is halfway down the road before he heads back up to his room, and frankly, that's an accomplishment. Spencer is all about the small victories. Spencer is also all about Brendon, because fuck, the way Brendon smells in the morning. It's all Brendon, no toothpaste or deodorant or soap yet, and Spencer's mostly stopped thinking about how weird he would have found that a few months ago, because now - now it's amazing.
Brendon is sweaty from sleeping pressed up so close to Spencer, and Spencer can smell himself on Brendon's skin. He climbs slowly into the bed and noses behind Brendon's ear, at his neck, his armpit, the bend of his elbow, all the places where he smells the strongest. Brendon starts to stir under him, grumbling sleepily and pressing against Spencer instinctively, arching his shoulders a little and turning to his side when Spencer pulls back. Brendon's skin is warm, and he stretches, blinking a smile at Spencer as Spencer kisses the corner of his mouth. "Morning breath," Brendon says gruffly, and Spencer just laughs against his mouth, sucking Brendon's bottom lip in as he kisses him.
"I don't care even a little bit," Spencer says as he kisses down Brendon's neck, tasting the salty tang of Brendon's skin. He can already smell Brendon getting turned on, and Brendon starts to squirm, gripping at Spencer's shoulders and pressing up against his body. It's everything Spencer loves about Brendon underneath him like this. Spencer kisses down his chest, sucking right under Brendon's bellybutton where he's the most ticklish. When Brendon gasps and arches up, Spencer uses the opportunity to strip him of his briefs, and leans in to bury his nose in the crease of Brendon's thigh, breathing deep.
"Jon and Ryan are gone," he says, pausing to suck at the soft skin of Brendon's thigh, "and will be for a while. We're going to have sex now."
"Yeah, okay," Brendon says breathlessly as Spencer sucks a bruise onto his hip. Brendon is just starting to get hard, but Spencer can't resist licking over him anyway, just for the taste of it. Brendon's cock is soft and warm in his mouth, and Spencer sucks at him a little before pulling off and nosing his way under Brendon's cock, breathing in deep at the heavy, sharp smell there. Spencer licks a little, sucking at the skin, and Brendon groans sleepily and tries to push up into Spencer's mouth. His cock is starting to swell now, starting to get full and heavy, and Spencer sucks the head back into his mouth as he holds onto Brendon's hips.
Brendon smells so good and Spencer mostly just wants to be inside him as soon as he can. It's only been a few days, but it feels like forever. Spencer lets go of Brendon's cock with one last hard suck before pushing Brendon's legs up and spreading them apart enough that he can lick up behind Brendon's balls, his tongue trailing down over Brendon's hole. Brendon makes a noise, a quiet stutter of a gasp, and Spencer can smell it when his arousal flares.
The more Spencer licks, the better Brendon smells, and he's moving his hips in tiny, sleepy jerks, pushing back against Spencer's tongue. Brendon tastes dark and heavy, and Spencer can't get enough. He doesn't even realize that he's lifting Brendon up, his hands digging into the flesh of Brendon's ass as he holds him up and open for Spencer's mouth, until he grips down hard enough to make Brendon squeak. Spencer hears the noise and looks up, but Brendon's just staring back down at Spencer, eyes not quite focused and cheeks flushed and his hair still sticking out to the side from where he slept on it. Spencer wants to pull it, wants to make Brendon squeak again, but he settles for squeezing Brendon's hips and turning him over. Brendon does make another noise at that, a soft "oomph" when he's caught off-guard, but then Spencer's pulling at Brendon's ass, spreading him open and licking into him eagerly where Brendon's already wet from Spencer's spit.
Brendon groans, the sound still low and rumbly from sleep, and Spencer squeezes at Brendon's ass, his nose pressed into Brendon's skin, smelling sweat as he licks into Brendon. He can feel the way Brendon's muscles twitch and clench impatiently around his tongue.
"Spence," Brendon moans, and Spencer slides his mouth away from Brendon's hole, scraping his teeth over the curve of Brendon's ass and feeling the way Brendon shudders before going still underneath Spencer. Spencer rubs one hand up the smooth line of Brendon's back and sucks two fingers into his mouth, pressing them inside of Brendon slowly, feeling the way Brendon clenches again. He gets fixated on the way his fingers look sinking in deep, shining with spit, as Spencer rubs slowly up inside Brendon.
Brendon starts to squirm down into the sheets, and the smell of arousal is so thick in the air that he has to be completely hard, is probably even leaking, smearing pre-come over his stomach. Spencer licks his lips and leans down, working his tongue into the tight heat of Brendon's body alongside his fingers. Spencer goes slow, stretching Brendon with his fingers while his tongue licks wetly over Brendon, feeling the way he twitches under Spencer's mouth. Spencer finally pulls back when Brendon starts to shake, and Brendon lets out a soft whine.
"Spence, I'm--"
"Shh, I know," Spencer says gruffly as he leans over Brendon's back, fitting his body on top of Brendon's while holding himself up with one arm. Brendon arches back into Spencer automatically, reaching behind himself to pull Spencer closer - close until there's nothing between them, just skin-to-skin. Spencer feels heat twist in his stomach, possessive and tempting, as he nuzzles Brendon's neck, sucking lightly at the skin. Spencer's nostrils flare and he curves his hand around Brendon's hip, holding Brendon down as he starts to slide his cock over the warm skin of Brendon's lower back, slippery with sweat, and down the cleft of his ass.
Brendon drops his hands down to bed, balling his fists up in the sheets and turning his head on the pillow as Spencer grinds down over his back, breathing hotly over Brendon's ear and mouthing at his neck, feeling the flush of Brendon's skin under his lips. Spencer is really, really tempted to just push in, just take Brendon right now, but Brendon's not wet enough, not stretched enough yet. Spencer holds on to Brendon's hips and works his own down faster and faster against the small of Brendon's back.
"Come on," Brendon breathes quietly, spreading his legs underneath Spencer, and Spencer presses his forehead to Brendon's shoulder, groaning as he comes hot and wet over Brendon's skin. "Spence, what--" Brendon gasps out as he arches up.
"Lube," Spencer says. "I don't like the way it tastes. Now it's just me, just you." He doesn't know if he's getting his point across, but Brendon just lets out a shaky breath and arches his ass up for Spencer when Spencer slides down Brendon's body. Spencer can't get enough of the way he smells on Brendon's skin, and he's tempted to just rub his come all over Brendon, make him smell like Spencer. Instead, Spencer dips his head down and opens his mouth, licking as much up onto his tongue as he can before holding Brendon open again and letting his own come drip off his tongue and down over Brendon's hole. Brendon jerks violently, and Spencer has to hold Brendon's hips still as he pushes his come into Brendon with his tongue, letting go with one hand to slide two fingers inside, to make sure Brendon's wet and open enough for his cock.
"God, Spencer. Fuck me, please," Brendon begs, trying to push back against Spencer's tongue, and Spencer laughs and scrapes his teeth over the soft curve of Brendon's ass again, listening as Brendon hisses in a sharp breath. "Please," Brendon tries again, and Spencer reluctantly sits up, petting at the small of Brendon's back as Brendon arches his hips up, inviting. Spencer has to bite hard at his lip before he speaks.
"Can we--" Spencer clears his throat when it comes out hoarse, too low and rough. "Can you get on your back? I like seeing your face," Spencer says, fingers trailing back down the split of Brendon's ass, and Brendon sits up and flops over.
"Come on," Brendon says, and Spencer's smiling when he leans down to kiss Brendon hard, lips sliding wetly together.
"You're so impatient."
"You just came, like, two minutes ago. Spencer, seriously, come on." Spencer can't pretend he doesn't like it when Brendon's desperate, when he starts to whine, but it's not like Spencer isn't just as impatient to be inside of him. He leans back down to kiss Brendon deep as he shuffles forward on his knees, getting himself in position. "Yeah, yes, come on," Brendon repeats when Spencer's cock brushes against the curve of his ass. He grabs at Spencer's shoulders, trying to pull him closer, and Spencer just kisses at his wrist and grips Brendon's hips, tilting him up.
Spencer's hit with a fresh wave of Brendon's scent, his cock hard and wet and Spencer's come on his skin. If Brendon wasn't so desperate - wasn't shaking - Spencer would lean down and suck Brendon's cock back into his mouth, lick back over him just to taste it.
Brendon whines and his fingers squeeze hard at Spencer's shoulders when Spencer lines up and starts to press his cock in, the slide made slick from come.
"Oh fuck," Brendon breathes, his head dropping back for a moment, baring his neck, and Spencer thinks they could do this a million times and he would never find it less hot, the way Brendon responds. Brendon shudders and tries to relax around Spencer's cock, and Spencer tries breathing through his mouth to keep himself from coming as soon as he's pressed deep inside. It doesn't exactly help, though, not when Spencer can nearly taste Brendon's arousal in the air. And Brendon's so tight, already trying to arch his hips and take Spencer even deeper. Part of Spencer just wants to stay still and let Brendon push back on his cock in slow, lazy circles, but another, much bigger part of Spencer has him gripping Brendon's hips and thrusting slowly, watching his cock disappear into Brendon's body. He reaches down to rub at Brendon's rim, where he's stretched open around Spencer's cock, and Brendon groans.
"Can we just--" Brendon hooks his ankles around Spencer's hips, digging his heels into Spencer's ass and trying to pull him closer. "Oh god, oh fuck. This is good. No more staring."
"I can't help how good you look," Spencer says in a low voice, almost a growl, but he starts thrusting faster anyway. Brendon's smell just gets better and Spencer lets himself breathe deep, feeling dizzy with it, overwhelmed. He lets Brendon pull him down by his shoulders, too, until Spencer can feel Brendon's cock sliding wetly against his belly every time he snaps his hips forward, every time Brendon lets out a short gasp from the feeling of Spencer deep inside.
Spencer slows down again, he can't help it - Brendon feels incredible and he just wants to take it in, thrusting in deep and staying there, grinding his hips in slow circles. "Fuck," Brendon hisses. "Spencer, come on." Brendon clenches around him and digs his heels into Spencer's ass even harder, working his hips up desperately. "Spencer, please move, holy shit."
Spencer groans and grabs Brendon's hips, holding him up and keeping him at just the right angle so Spencer can thrust in deep, can feel Brendon's thighs shaking where they're squeezing at his hips. Brendon's straining in Spencer's grip, trying to get closer even though there's no way he can. "Harder," he gasps out, pushing at Spencer's ass with his heels. "Spencer, harder."
Spencer can't go much harder. He's already holding Brendon up by his hips, probably squeezing too tight, and he's pounding into Brendon as hard as he can go without totally losing it and just giving over to the wolf part of his brain that's echoing Brendon, telling Spencer he can go harder, faster, deeper. Brendon reaches up and grabs at Spencer's hair, pulling hard until Spencer pushes forward, folding Brendon almost in half underneath him.
"Yes," Brendon groans out when Spencer sinks in even deeper, and Spencer plants his knees on the bed, looking down and meeting Brendon's eyes, big and dark and hot. "Please," Brendon says again, "please, just like this." Brendon tosses his head back and Spencer swears he does it on purpose, because just like that his wolf brain stops letting him over-think things and he snarls a little, snapping his hips forward hard and fast.
Brendon's close - really close. Spencer can smell him, can feel it in the way Brendon's thighs strain and tremble and his toes dig helplessly into Spencer's lower back. Spencer wants to taste him, wants Brendon to come in his mouth, but he can't bring himself to pull out. Next time, Spencer thinks to himself, next time, but right now Brendon is panting and his eyes are shining wetly and Spencer reaches down and wraps his hand around Brendon's cock.
Brendon groans, the noise strangled and cut off when Brendon starts to come over Spencer's hand, just like that, after only a few strokes of Spencer's fist. His whole body is shaking, his chest and cock flushed dark red as Spencer jerks Brendon through it. Brendon starts to whine, says, "Spencer, Spence, c'mon," and Spencer stills his hips and leans forward far enough to press his face into the crook of Brendon's neck. He can feel just as much as he can hear Brendon's racing pulse when he comes, deep inside Brendon, his nose pressed to the sweat-slick skin at the base of Brendon's neck. Spencer opens his mouth against Brendon's neck, panting into his skin and licking idly, lapping at Brendon's sweat.
Spencer's head still feels fuzzy, stupid and happy and content to stay right where he is, pressed inside of Brendon while Brendon catches his breath. But Brendon starts to squirm after a minute or two, pushing gently at Spencer's shoulder when Spencer rolls his hips into Brendon. "I can't," he gasps out. "Sorry, sorry, I can't."
"Hey, no," Spencer says, shifting back and settling a hand low on Brendon's belly as he pulls out. Brendon gasps when Spencer pulls out completely, his hips bucking up into the air, and Spencer bites down the growl that forms in his throat when he smells them, smells his come inside of Brendon. "You okay?" he asks gruffly.
"Yeah, just," Brendon says, blinking a little. "It's just the way you stay hard, it's a lot, after--" Brendon blushes and cuts himself off, and Spencer tilts his head looking at him quizzically. "It's full," Brendon says, squinting his eyes shut. "After you come, and you stay hard, and I'm sensitive, and. It's just a lot."
"You have to tell me if I hurt you," Spencer says, running his hands up and down Brendon's legs. Some part of him wants to bow his head and sniff over Brendon, push with his nose, make sure nothing's broken, but the idea freaks Spencer out enough that he's pretty sure he shouldn't do it.
"It doesn't hurt," Brendon says. "Well, I mean, a little, but not in a bad way. Mostly I want you to go again right then but I know I'll be sore."
"What do you mean, 'a good way?'" Spencer asks as he shifts back on his knees and settles Brendon's hips back down to the bed. He happens to glance down and blanches, his stomach twisting up sick and sudden when he sees the bruises already starting to form on Brendon's hips. "Fuck," he says, running his fingertips over them gently. "Fuck, see, I did hurt you," Spencer says. His stomach is churning and he feels a little sick at the idea of hurting Brendon, but Brendon just laughs and rolls his eyes, sitting up on his elbows.
"Spencer," Brendon says slowly, "if I didn't like things a little rough, I wouldn't be dating a werewolf."
Spencer feels kind of like Brendon just punched him in the gut, because he hadn't even thought about that, but. It makes sense. Brendon said he'd been obvious about things, about his attraction to Spencer, but Spencer starts wracking his brain, trying to figure out when the attraction started, when Brendon decided he needed to be obvious. Maybe it had been right after, right after Spencer had been bitten, and he didn't think that-- Spencer lets out a low, distressed whining noise, and great, fuck, that's just what he needs right now.
"What?" Brendon says, sitting up and reaching for Spencer. "Hey, what's wrong, what is it--" Brendon trails off, his face going a little pinched as he realizes what he said. "Oh fuck, Spencer, no, this has nothing to do with you being a werewolf. I've liked you since high school, you massive idiot," Brendon groans, flopping back against the bed. "And back then I was stronger than you. You couldn't have beat me up if you tried."
"Wait, what?" Spencer says, because Brendon was about as strong as a wet noodle in high school. He could so have beaten Brendon up. "I could so have beaten you up," Spencer says. "But more importantly, you've liked me since high school?"
"Pretty much since we met," Brendon says, averting his eyes from Spencer and fidgeting with the sheets. "I thought it was just a dude crush or whatever, but then we got older and you got even hotter and I got even gayer and it just kind of didn't go away," he says with a shrug.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Spencer asks, shifting closer on the bed and grabbing at Brendon's hand.
"Well, it wouldn't have mattered, right?" Brendon says, and Spencer can feel him tense up, smell it when Brendon starts to sweat. It smells different than usual, and Spencer realizes instinctively that Brendon's nervous, that he's scared.
"What do you mean?" Spencer asks, rubbing at the base of Brendon's thumb.
"Just, like, this," Brendon says, pulling his hand away. "It's because of the wolf thing, and how I smell, or whatever. And that's fine, it's cool, it's just not like it would have mattered if I had said something before." Brendon won't meet Spencer's eyes and he's chewing on his lip, and Spencer is torn between wanting to kiss him and wanting to shake him.
"Dumbass," Spencer says slowly. "I might not have had a crush on you from the start, but it was a pretty near thing, and it had nothing to do with being a werewolf. You remember that first show Jon played for us?"
"When you punched the sound guy and almost got us thrown out?" Brendon says. "Yeah, I remember. It was a great first impression."
"He was talking about you. Like, about you about you," Spencer says, wincing at how stupid he sounds. "Anyway, I didn't really stop to think about why, I just punched him, and that's the night I realized it was maybe not normal friend behavior to get violent at the prospect of you getting laid."
"Dude," Brendon says, finally looking up at Spencer, his mouth hanging out a little in surprise. "That's why you punched that sound guy?"
"Whatever," Spencer grumbles, blushing a little. "He was being a jackass about it."
"Spencer," Brendon says, his voice teasing as he gets up on his knees and shuffles over. "Spencer, you loooooooooove me."
"Not right now I don't," Spencer says as Brendon settles down heavily on his lap.
"That was very sweet of you, in a stupid way," Brendon says, leaning in and kissing at Spencer's jaw.
"What a lovely compliment," Spencer replies, but he turns his head to the side so Brendon can get at his neck, nipping along the edge of his beard. "See, though?" he says after a minute. "I told you I was always stronger than you. I laid that guy out."
"Oh my god," Brendon groans, pulling back at looking at Spencer with a raised eyebrow. "You're ridiculous."
"Just saying."
Spencer's honestly a little taken aback when Brendon digs his knees into Spencer's sides, hard, and pushes him down onto the bed. Brendon grabs at his wrists and tugs them over Spencer's head, holding them in place, and Spencer looks at him, trying not to laugh. "Whatcha doing?" he asks.
"Pinning you," Brendon says matter-of-factly.
"You do realize I could--"
Brendon doesn't let him finish, digging his fingers hard into the skin of Spencer's wrists. "No, werewolf powers are cheating. If you didn't have them, I could take you."
Spencer raises an eyebrow and bucks up, almost throwing Brendon off.
"Cheating," Brendon says, but his fingers are digging in even tighter now and Spencer can smell him starting to get turned on again.
Spencer bucks up again, once, twice, watching carefully at the way Brendon's face starts to flush and his hairline breaks out in sweat.
"You're not kidding, are you?" Spencer asks, his voice suddenly dark and serious. "This--" Spencer says, surging up and flipping them effortlessly until Brendon's trapped under his body. "You really do want this."
Brendon doesn't answer, just gasps and arches up, struggling under Spencer's body. Spencer almost lets go until he realizes Brendon doesn't want him to. He wants to be just like this, with Spencer pinning him down and squeezing at his wrists. Spencer can smell it, can feel Brendon starting to get hard again.
Spencer leans down, grip still tight over Brendon's wrists, and scrapes his teeth lightly over Brendon's throat. It's dangerous, and it's stupid, but Spencer doesn't let himself nip or press his teeth in any harder. Brendon just whines, low in his throat, his hips twisting violently under Spencer as Spencer moves his mouth down to Brendon's collarbone, teasing with his teeth.
"Spence--"
Spencer squeezes at Brendon's wrists and then slides his hands down to Brendon's forearms, squeezing there too. He can feel the tension ripple in Brendon's muscles when he strains up against Spencer, still trying to wrestle out of Spencer's grip. Brendon's hard, though, and Spencer doesn't just smell it - Brendon's cock is already pressing up against Spencer's belly, just from Spencer holding Brendon down like this, teasing at his neck.
"Okay," Brendon breathes out, and his voice comes out rough, much lower than usual. Spencer likes it a lot. "Okay, fine. You're stronger than me. But you're also a cheater."
"Mmhm," Spencer hums, mouth open over Brendon's collarbone, and Brendon's hips twitch up underneath Spencer. He's stopped struggling, but he doesn't move his arms back down from over his head as Spencer skims his mouth down Brendon's body. Spencer's tongue leaves a wet trail as he slides his way down to Brendon's cock, stopping just before Brendon's stomach, where his cock is resting, hard and swollen already.
Spencer lets his free arm come up to rest across Brendon's chest, not quite holding him down, but when he presses his nose to the base of Brendon's cock and breathes in deep, Brendon shudders and tries to arch up, pinned down by Spencer's arm.
"God, Spencer, what--"
"Shh," Spencer says for no particular reason, nosing around the base of Brendon's cock, where his smell is the strongest. He smells so good, and it makes heat flare wildly, low in Spencer's belly. Spencer lets his nose and lips slide up the length of Brendon's cock, and only then does Brendon start to squirm and whine, trying to arch his hips up for friction but failing with Spencer's arm, strong across his chest, holding him down. Spencer licks up Brendon's cock with one slow, firm drag of his tongue, stopping when he gets to the head and lapping at Brendon, tasting the hints of pre-come that are just starting to gather.
"Spencer," Brendon groans, trying to thrust up. "Spencer, fuck, please. Come on, come on, I'm ready now, we can totally, totally go again, oh my god." Brendon's voice is high and strained, his cock full and flushed as his hips tense and strain, and, well. Spencer's pretty sure they've still got at least a couple hours left until Ryan and Jon get home. It would just be stupid not to make the most of them.
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Jon and Ryan totally collect on their cake. Spencer doesn't actually complain, primarily because he and Brendon had so much sex that Spencer actually went soft for a while. It was like five minutes, and it lasted exactly long enough for Spencer to pee, but still. Progress. Because Brendon is thoroughly ridiculous and Spencer can't say no, they end up eating chocolate cake in bed that night, and Spencer has to concede that it's one of Brendon's better ideas after he gets done licking frosting off of Brendon's stomach.
"C'mon," Spencer says around a yawn. "We should move to your bed. I'm pretty sure you got cake on the sheets in mine."
"Nuh," Brendon says, grabbing at Spencer and tugging until he settles back down into the sheets. "Comfortable," Brendon says into Spencer's chest, squirming around until he's got one leg between Spencer's and his arm wrapped tight around Spencer's waist. "I like it right here." Brendon's voice is slurred and heavy with sleep, and Spencer wraps his arms tight around Brendon, pulling him even closer.
"Me too," he breathes out into Brendon's hair.
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Ryan eases up on the constant workload, and Spencer finds himself falling pretty easily into a routine. He wakes up every morning tangled up with Brendon and kisses him awake before they stumble into the shower and down for breakfast. Breakfast is usually around noon at the earliest and mainly consists of leftover dinner, but still. Sometimes Spencer makes actual breakfast food, even after the great Waffle War, but for the most part it's leftover pasta or barbecue or takeout. Not that Spencer's complaining, because seriously, he could eat a rack of ribs for breakfast every morning for the rest of his life and die happy, even if Brendon's convinced Spencer is going to die from meat intake. Of course, he usually stops his tirade halfway through to giggle at Jon's "meat intake" jokes, but sometimes he can be surprisingly serious about it for a good five minutes or so.
Some days Ryan shuffles them into the studio to fuck around on the half-finished songs they have, but mostly they laze around, getting high and throwing out ideas that Ryan only remembers to write down when they're his.
Also, Spencer is having a lot of sex. Like, a lot of sex. He was thinking that maybe the edge of his attraction to Brendon would wear off once they were together, once Spencer didn't have to hold everything back. But if anything, it's gotten worse. Spencer has trouble being around Brendon at all and not picturing him naked, spread open, and moaning. It's making day-to-day life increasingly difficult, but at least Spencer's convinced it isn't completely one-sided. Brendon gets turned on over pretty much anything around Spencer, and luckily Spencer has gotten a lot better at controlling himself. He can mostly keep his hands off of Brendon in front of Ryan and Jon, and as long as Spencer can sleep with his nose tucked behind Brendon's ear or in the crook of his neck, he's even okay on the nights when they're too worn out or Brendon's too sore for sex.
He kind of likes it, actually, going to sleep pressed up against Brendon's back, Brendon's ass snuggled up against his hips. It's more of a comfort than a tease, now, having Brendon close, listening to him breathe, falling asleep with Brendon's scent in his nose. It definitely helps that Brendon has been very nice about the mornings when they wake up to Spencer cupping Brendon's cock, or rubbing slowly against Brendon's ass in his sleep. It's not intentional or anything, it's just something Spencer finds comforting. He likes waking up to Brendon half-hard and warm under his hand, likes the soft noises Brendon makes before he groans and swats at Spencer's hip, realizing what Spencer's doing. But Brendon always lets Spencer nuzzle into his neck and nose over the hollow of his throat, taking in Brendon's scent, all sweat and sleep, which is pretty much all Spencer wants to do in the morning anyway. Unless Brendon actually wants to have sex. Spencer is never, ever going to say no to sex with Brendon.
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Spencer is having a good dream - like a really good dream, the best dream ever in fact - when suddenly he's no longer fucking Brendon in the middle of a forest, but is instead blinking groggily up at Ryan, who's shaking his shoulder and repeating his name over and over.
"Oh my god, what," Brendon hisses from somewhere beneath Spencer's body. "Ross, what?"
"I need Spencer," Ryan says, and he starts poking at Spencer's forehead, which he knows Spencer fucking hates.
"I'm gonna murder you," Spencer says, turning over and burying his face in the crook of Brendon's neck. "Gonna murder you with my hands."
"Spencer, get up," Ryan says, yanking the covers off of them. "Oh," he says after a second. "No one is wearing pants."
"No," Brendon says into his pillow. "Because this is our room and we were asleep."
"Okay," Ryan says, clumsily throwing the covers back over them. "Okay, well, Spencer, I need you to come to the studio. But with pants. Put on pants and come to the studio."
"Ryan, it's like 4am and I'm asleep," Spencer whines, burrowing closer to Brendon. Brendon smells good, warm and sleepy, and their bed is comfortable and Spencer was asleep.
"No, you're not. Now come on. This is so, so important, but I need to hear it against the beat. Please, Spencer?"
"Don't do it," Brendon mumbles, but he's already half asleep and Ryan is looking at Spencer imploringly. Spencer groans, kissing Brendon's temple and flipping Ryan off when Ryan snorts.
"Shut the fuck up, or I'm going back to bed," Spencer grumbles, but he grabs his boxers when Ryan holds them out gingerly, and then he follows Ryan out of the room, rubbing at his eyes as he stumbles down the hallway.
He's still mostly asleep when he sits down behind the drums, zoning in and out as Ryan rants about the bridge in the song he just wrote, telling Spencer what he wants the drums to sound like. Spencer's halfway through playing what Ryan wants when he actually focuses on the lyrics Ryan wrote, and christ. Christ.
"Ryan," he says slowly after Ryan's finished. The lyrics may not be Ryan's best, but they definitely aren't his most subtle. It apparently doesn't matter how many times Spencer tells him - Ryan's still going to blame this entire werewolf situation on himself. "Do we seriously have to have this conversation again?"
Ryan avoids his gaze, scribbling in his notebook.
"Seriously," Spencer says. "Dude, you know that this wasn't your fault. If this whole wolf musical thing is, like, an extended coping mechanism or whatever--"
Ryan cuts him off, scrambling to his feet and plucking out a few discordant notes on Brendon's keyboard. "It's an artistic choice, Spencer. Stop being so self-centered."
"Ryan," Spencer tries again, but Ryan straightens his back and squares his shoulders, which is Ryan-code for "the conversation is over," so Spencer just sighs and starts playing Josie. He grins when Ryan's foot starts tapping, and by the time he hits the first chorus, Ryan is doing the weird little shimmy thing he does when he's trying not to dance.
"Come on, dicksmack," Spencer shouts, and Ryan rolls his eyes and flips Spencer off, but he picks up his guitar and starts to play along, smiling back at Spencer sheepishly as he starts to shuffle his feet and shout the lyrics.
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Spencer doesn't exactly forget about Shane, but he was a little distracted with Brendon and the strange itch starting to settle in under his skin a week before the full moon, so he isn't exactly focused on it until Ryan says something over dinner.
"So hey," he says around a mouthful of spaghetti, "Shane's supposed to be here at like noon tomorrow, to film some of the practice stuff."
"Ryan's just reminding you guys because he thinks everyone puts on lip gloss before going on camera," Jon says, stealing a meatball off of Brendon's plate.
"It's chapstick, asshole," Ryan says, "and I'm reminding everyone because I figured some of us may not want to be having very loud sex when he gets here."
"Yeah, Jon," Brendon says, stealing his meatball back, "keep it down." Brendon shoves the entire meatball in his mouth and chews loudly before swallowing and saying, "I can't believe I almost forgot Shane was coming. Fucking A, I've missed that dude."
"You've missed being on camera, more like," Ryan says, and Brendon rolls his eyes.
"I've missed being on my bro's camera, so what? He likes to film us, I like to be filmed. It's a symbiotic relationship!"
"Don't bring biology into your camwhoring," Ryan says.
"That's right, you are the resident expert on camwhoring," Brendon replies.
"Oh, seriously, fuck you, that was years ago, and if I seem to remember, you--"
Spencer tunes out Ryan and Brendon's bickering after that, a skill that he's mastered over the years, in favor of systematically stealing the rest of the meatballs from Brendon's plate while he's distracted.
"Spence?" Brendon says a few minutes later. "Am I or am I not correct?"
"You're both idiots and I've been totally ignoring you, so I wouldn't know," Spencer says.
"Hey, where'd my meatballs go?" Brendon asks suddenly, staring at Jon accusingly.
"Uh uh," Jon says. "No. I stole Ryan's, that was all Spencer."
Brendon rolls his eyes in Spencer's general direction and crosses his arms over his chest. "That's low, Spencer," he says.
Spencer grins at him and runs his toes over the arch of Brendon's foot under the table. Brendon has never been very good at holding a grudge, and after a minute or two of some very intent footsie, he finally cracks and smiles brightly at Spencer.
"Hey," Jon says, "that's no fair. You were all pissed at me at the mere thought, and Spencer gets a pass for actually stealing your food?"
"Sex perks," Ryan explains, sounding genuinely sad. "That's also why Brendon gets extra waffles."
"You have really got to get over that one, man," Jon says.
"You wanna go to bed?" Brendon asks, reaching over once Spencer starts poking at the back of Brendon's knee with his big toe.
"Yeah," Spencer says, his stomach coiling up at the scent of Brendon's arousal, just starting to fill the air. "Yeah, I really do."
"Guys," Ryan calls after them when Spencer grabs Brendon around the waist and hauls him toward the stairs. "Guys, it's like 7:30, you're not even trying. Have some dignity."
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Spencer wakes up the next morning with Brendon on top of him, asleep on his chest, and he runs his hands down Brendon's spine, petting over his ass.
"Mmnrgh," Brendon says into his throat.
Spencer hums in response and lets his fingers rub over Brendon's hole, just petting until Brendon shifts back a little and makes a sleepy noise. Spencer presses in with his thumb, rubbing just inside of Brendon where he's still a little wet from the night before. Brendon groans and lifts his head, glancing to the night table and then sitting up quickly on top of Spencer, jarring his hand away. "Fuck," he says, scrambling off the bed. "Spencer, it's 12:30. You were supposed to wake us up."
"Oops?" Spencer says, feeling secretly pleased at the way Brendon's moving a little stiffly as he tries to separate his boxers from the pile of clothes on the floor.
"Fuck, we need to get in the shower," Brendon says.
"No we don't," Spencer says lazily. "You smell awesome."
"I smell like day-old jizz, Spencer," Brendon says, wincing when he hears a car pull into the driveway.
"You smell awesome," Spencer says, hauling himself out of bed and wrapping his arms around Brendon's waist. "I promise," Spencer says into Brendon's ear before ducking his head and kissing at the side of Brendon's neck, sucking on the bruise he'd left there the night before.
"Stop," Brendon says, swatting at Spencer's shoulder. "It's going to be fun enough asking Ross for makeup if my shirt doesn't cover this thing. Fuck, where's my deodorant?"
"Don't need it," Spencer says, reluctantly bending down to grab his pants when he realizes Brendon has no plans to crawl back into bed with him and ignore Shane's existence. Spencer's a little nervous, is all. This is the first time anyone's really been up to the cabin, and it's just Shane but Shane also doesn't know that Spencer's a werewolf. It's harder than usual for him to control himself this close the moon, and Spencer is really, really not looking forward to having to explain things to Shane if he fucks up and does something particularly obvious.
"Spencer," Brendon says, tugging at his arm and laughing when Spencer leans back in to nose under Brendon's ear, "you're cute, but you're gross. Now put on a shirt, I think there's some Febreeze in the upstairs bathroom."
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Spencer isn't crazy about the smell of Febreeze. He doesn't want to smell like meadows and rain, and he definitely doesn't like the way it tries to cover Brendon's scent, not to mention what little of Spencer's scent is still on Brendon. It makes his nose burn, and he keeps wrinkling his nose up as they make their way down the stairs.
"Stop it, you look ridiculous," Brendon says, but he's grinning at Spencer. Spencer grins back, but all of a sudden there a restless, itchy feeling in his chest. Spencer's being irrational, he knows he is. Shane is Brendon's friend - hell, Shane is Spencer's friend - but Brendon's practically shaking with nervous, excited energy and Spencer can smell how happy he is that Shane's here. It's entirely stupid of him, but Spencer can't seem to stop digging his nails into his palm. He wonders if it would be too forward to grab Brendon's hips and hold them when they greet Shane. It would certainly help keep Brendon from engaging in any unnaturally long hugs.
"No, seriously," Brendon says, stopping right before they get to the living room. Spencer can already smell Shane - cigarettes and faint cologne and musty camera equipment and Mountain Dew, which Spencer is kind of surprised he can even smell - and he squeezes his fists at his sides even tighter to keep from grabbing at Brendon's hips. "You're all tense and frowny and it's making me nervous."
"That's ridiculous," Spencer says, and it comes out almost a growl, and Spencer thinks he probably just proved Brendon's point. Brendon gives Spencer something like a warning look, kisses him quickly on the mouth, and then walks into the living room where Ryan is actually sharing the couch for once.
"Hey, guys, what's up?" Shane says when he sees them, his voice as cheery as ever. Brendon steps forward and Spencer makes himself hang back a little, trying very hard to not look like he's sulking. Because he's not.
"I missed you, bro," Brendon says, leaning up on his toes to hug Shane tightly, and Spencer waits approximately two seconds before he lets out a low, unmistakable growl. Brendon lets go of Shane and tosses Spencer a quick look, but Ryan and Jon are chatting to each other and Shane is busy smiling too widely at whatever Brendon is saying now to notice Spencer's reaction.
The look Brendon sends Spencer, though, is enough to make Spencer's stomach sink and his figurative tail tuck between his legs. Fuck, he likes Shane. Shane is awesome. Shane bought him beer that one time, and agreed to come to the cabin on his own time just to see what kind of shots he could get for a potential DVD. So it doesn't make sense, that every time Shane drapes his arm around Brendon's shoulder or touches his arm it makes Spencer want to hurt Shane, like, a lot, for touching something that belongs to Spencer.
And then it hits Spencer suddenly, that that's what's going on - this fucked up possessive attitude he has toward Brendon. Spencer feels his stomach twist unpleasantly because he's pretty sure he read articles about this back when Ryan used to read Cosmo, and he's hitting almost every point on the abusive boyfriend checklist. He doesn't want to be this pathetically jealous, and he sure as hell doesn't want to give Brendon a reason to think he's too crazy to put up with, but he can't help it. Shane leans in close to Brendon's face to say something and Spencer has to clench his fists again, hard, biting back the growl that wants to escape from his throat.
Eventually Shane settles back down on the couch, pushing at Ryan's legs where he's already spread them across Shane's seat. Brendon laughs at something Shane says and walks back over to Spencer, where he's lingering near the window and trying to calm himself by taking deep breaths of the air outside. There's so many different, wild smells, but they're all strangely calming when Spencer's feeling wound up like this.
"Hey," Brendon says quietly, rubbing at the small of Spencer's back. "Spence? Chill."
"I am chill," Spencer mumbles, but he knows he's pretty obviously sulking now.
"No, you're not," Brendon says, leaning his weight against Spencer's side reassuringly. "I get it. It's almost the full moon, and Shane's here, and I get it, okay, but you've got to chill out and stop being an asshole. You can do it. You were able to control yourself before, remember?"
"That was different," Spencer says, hating how his voice comes out in a whine. "That was you."
"This is me too, dumbass," Brendon says affectionately. "Killing your boyfriend's roommate in a jealous rage is kind of a deal breaker, you know."
"I'm not going to kill him," Spencer says. "At the most there'd be some light maiming."
"You're not funny," Brendon says, but he grins at Spencer and presses a kiss to his shoulder before he heads back to the sofa.
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When Brendon comes home later that afternoon, he smells wrong. All Spencer can smell is Shane's cigarettes and stale beer and a hint of fried food. Brendon doesn't smell anything like Spencer and he barely smells anything like Brendon. Spencer whines low in his throat. He ignores the warning look Ryan shoots him and follows Brendon into the kitchen.
Brendon's humming to himself when Spencer enters the kitchen, rooting around in the fridge for a place to put the beer, and Spencer tries not to overreact, really. He knows Brendon's right, knows that most of it just has to do with it being a week away from the full moon, but he's not used to Brendon being that far away for that long. Brendon's been gone with Shane and now Brendon smells like Shane, and it's maybe making Spencer a little crazy.
Brendon steps in front of the counter, setting two beers down and reaching for the bottle-opener just as Spencer leans in behind him, pressing the front of his body all along Brendon's back. Brendon goes still in front of Spencer, setting the bottle opener down and bracing his hands on the counter, keeping still as Spencer puts his hands down on the counter outside of Brendon's, boxing him in.
"What's up?" Brendon asks, voice soft, and Spencer doesn't answer him right away. Brendon's body is warm in front of him, and when Spencer leans his head down to press his face to the side of Brendon's neck, nosing at his dark hair until he can touch his lips to Brendon's slightly sweat-damp skin, the arousal that floods his nostrils is fresh, sudden. Spencer knows he can trust Brendon. But Spencer also knows how attractive Brendon is, how good he tastes. He knows that's hard to resist.
"You're still sleeping with me tonight," Spencer says, lips brushing over Brendon's ear, and Brendon shivers where he's trapped between the counter and Spencer's arms.
It isn't a question, but Brendon still replies, voice quiet, "Yeah, of course I am, Spence. Are you okay? You know--"
"Shh," Spencer says, nosing through Brendon's hair and trying to ignore the stale smell of smoke until he gets to Brendon's ear, where Brendon's skin still smells right. He kisses there, licking at Brendon's skin a little, and Spencer groans when Brendon shivers in his arms and shifts back against him.
"Brendon, come see this!" Shane yells from the other room, and Brendon jumps, turning around quickly in Spencer's arms, his eyes dark but wide with apology.
"I should--"
"My bed," Spencer repeats in a low voice, so rough it's almost a growl, and Brendon nods. He leans up, kissing Spencer on the mouth hard enough that Spencer has to take a step back, and when he turns back around to grab the beers, Spencer can see that he's blushing, can still smell his arousal as Brendon shuffles back into the other room.
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