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Title: Dragon in Paradise (Hell of Heaven)
Author: starsandsands
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Spencer/Patrick (others)
POV: 1st, Brendon-centric
Summary: When Brendon was gone, the claws came out.
Disclaimer: Untrue.
Author Notes: For soporta. ♥ Title from a quote by A.R. Orage.
He that is not jealous is not in love. -St. Augustine
Brendon’s off on another trip to do guest vocals for someone’s album. Spencer doesn’t know what band it is, or anything, but is counting down the days until he gets back. Living with Patrick Stump is a nightmare, even more when there’s no Brendon to cushion all the threats, glares and snide remarks. Sometimes Spencer wonders why he even agreed to this whole stupid thing, but he knows it’s because having to share Brendon is better than not having Brendon at all.
~
Spencer has been in love with Brendon since they were 17 years old. Maybe longer, but 17 was when he first realized how much he truly cared for Brendon. He was ecstatic, when, a year or so later, Brendon confessed that he felt the same way. Finally, the years of Brendon sleeping around were over. Finally, Spencer was going to have Brendon to himself. Was he ever wrong.
~
When Spencer first met Patrick Stump, it was in a starry-eyed daze of Omigod, I’m meeting Fall Out Boy. To 17-year old Spencer, none of the men in the band could do any wrong. They were perfect, idols, role models, even. Then, he got to know them. Then, Patrick Stump stole Brendon from him.
~
Spencer had agreed to it because he could never refuse Brendon anything. Brendon had been in tears, saying that he couldn’t choose between him and Patrick, that he loved them equally, the same. That he loved them both so much, he’d die without them both. Spencer had them calmly told Brendon that he didn’t have to choose. He’d be fine with Brendon being in a relationship with Patrick, outside of their own. He never truly realized the consequences.
~
Spencer’s never been one for sharing. As a child, he’d often get in fights with the other kids over toys. When the twins were born, he’d been so devastated that he’d have to share space with them, he locked himself in the bathroom. In third grade, he’d gotten his crush Stacey a huge bear and a box of chocolates with an anonymous card. He ripped the bear in half and smashed the chocolates when she gave Ryan a thank-you kiss on the cheek. He’s possessive, but that’s a good thing, right?
~
He was fine with how things were until Shane moved out of the house he shared with Brendon. Spencer wanted to move in with Brendon, and did, but only after agreeing to living with Patrick because “It’s just not fair that you get to live with me, and he can’t!”
~
Spencer and Patrick had always had an awkward, tense relationship that was only made worse by Brendon, and then doubly worse by living together. Some days, he could barely look at Patrick, let alone have a civil conversation. They’d agreed to behaving themselves when Brendon was around. But when he was gone, the claws came out.
~
They each had their own room, even though Brendon had a California King that comfortably fit all three of them. They usually slept in Brendon’s bedroom (together, Brendon wouldn’t want to be ‘unfair’ to either), but they kept their belongings separate. It was a good idea on Brendon’s part. The only bad thing about it was that the rooms had a Jack-and-Jill bathroom that connected them. They had to share the bathroom.
Sure, there were three and a half bathrooms in the house. The problem was neither of them felt like hiking all the way downstairs to use the bathroom in the guest bedroom. And they both used the same brand of shampoo. Each had their own tiny bottles of some expensive shampoo and conditioner bought at a boutique in downtown L.A. and accused each other of using up “their” bottle. The fights got so ridiculous, Brendon labeled their bottles with their names and encouraged them to hide their tiny soaps somewhere in their room, “just in case”.
~
The sex was fantastic. They never spoke about it, or tried it outside of the few times Brendon would encourage them to do it. Brendon had a slight voyeurism kink, and had admitted to it during a drunken game of Truth or Dare. It was still mind-blowing, even though they would never admit it out loud. They hated everything about each other, except that they somehow made Brendon happy. They had to keep up appearances.
~
It started with another stupid fight, this time about the dogs.
“Boba did not chew up Penny’s favorite toy!” Spencer insisted for the last time.
“Then why was it so horrible disfigured, even though she takes extra special care of it?” Patrick asked, face a fierce shade of pink as he got in Spencer’s face.
“Maybe for the same reason that my vintage Armani shoes ‘mysteriously’ got chewed up and thrown away?” Spencer screeched, not backing down.
“Oh don’t you even-” Spencer realized that Patrick’s angry face looked remarkably like the face he made when he was coming. And that the very same face was way too close to his. Spencer broke off Patrick’s sentence by covering Patrick’s mouth with his own. He was lonely, horny, quite possibly drunk and Patrick was looking better than he ever had before.
Patrick muttered something into Spencer’s mouth before taking control of this kiss, licking his way into Spencer’s mouth. They battled for control until Spencer’s skin was crawling. He had to be inside Patrick, this very moment. He nibbled at Patrick’s bottom lip as he clawed his shirt off, ripping a few buttons off. He grabbed at Patrick’s waist for the belt and got a reply of “What are you- Oh” and then they were both clawing at each other’s clothing and stumbling up the stairs to the big bed they shared with Brendon.
“A-are you sure about this?” Spencer asked as he got the lube and condom out from the bedside table with one hand, his other on Patrick’s cock.
“Fuck, yes, yes, are you?”
“So fucking sure.”
“Well then- get on with it!” Patrick moaned and pushed up against Spencer’s hand.
“Flip over,” Spencer commanded in a no-nonsense voice, even though he was shaking with need. Patrick did as he was told as Spencer prepped his fingers. He was hesitant with the first, Brendon was usually the one who did this, but Patrick grumbled brusquely as he fumbled around the opening until he slid it all the way in. He bucked when Spencer curled a second finger inside and hit the just the right spot. Holy shit the way he was tightening around Spencer’s fingers was hot.
He was about to use a third finger, but Patrick stopped him by panting, “Fucking fuck me already!” and a demanding Patrick was not something he could refuse at this moment. He rolled a condom on and slicked himself up as Patrick squirmed impatiently on the bed. Spencer lined himself up and then thrust, and oh it was so tight and hot and familiar yet foreign all at the same time.
He’d been with Patrick before, but it was never like this, it was more of an empty, jealous fucking than this. This was sweaty and a little angry, but more fulfilling, there was a purpose to this, instead of just pure anger, this was lust and unnamed emotions and everything he’d had with Brendon, only a little different. No better, no worse, just different, and now he finally understood why Brendon had also chosen Patrick. The face he made as he writhed beneath Spencer, the taste of his mouth, like jazz and hot cocoa on cold nights, the slick slide of their sweat.
Spencer reached around and grabbed Patrick’s cock, matching the rhythm of his hand with his thrusts. Patrick came quickly, spurting all over Spencer’s hand and squeezing around his dick. Spencer followed shortly, stars behind his eyes. They repositioned a little, facing each other, and Spencer fell asleep, his heart beating in his ears.
~
Brendon had come home early from his trip, wanting to surprise his boyfriends. He had become worried when there wasn’t any sign of either of them anywhere. What if they’d left him because they’d had some big fight? He wasn’t stupid, he knew they had issues, even though they tried to hide them from him. The only place he hadn’t checked was his bedroom, and they wouldn’t be in the same room unless he was in it.
He nudged the door open carefully, and was surprised to see them wrapped in each other, naked, come all over his sheets. While he dreaded doing the laundry, he was willing to chalk it up as a sacrifice to finally get some peace around his home. Even though it was admittedly one of the most beautiful sights he’d seen in a long time, he felt lonely just standing there, fully clothed. As he stripped, he formed a plan. He would wake them both up in a very special way…
END.
Author: starsandsands
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Spencer/Patrick (others)
POV: 1st, Brendon-centric
Summary: When Brendon was gone, the claws came out.
Disclaimer: Untrue.
Author Notes: For soporta. ♥ Title from a quote by A.R. Orage.
He that is not jealous is not in love. -St. Augustine
Brendon’s off on another trip to do guest vocals for someone’s album. Spencer doesn’t know what band it is, or anything, but is counting down the days until he gets back. Living with Patrick Stump is a nightmare, even more when there’s no Brendon to cushion all the threats, glares and snide remarks. Sometimes Spencer wonders why he even agreed to this whole stupid thing, but he knows it’s because having to share Brendon is better than not having Brendon at all.
~
Spencer has been in love with Brendon since they were 17 years old. Maybe longer, but 17 was when he first realized how much he truly cared for Brendon. He was ecstatic, when, a year or so later, Brendon confessed that he felt the same way. Finally, the years of Brendon sleeping around were over. Finally, Spencer was going to have Brendon to himself. Was he ever wrong.
~
When Spencer first met Patrick Stump, it was in a starry-eyed daze of Omigod, I’m meeting Fall Out Boy. To 17-year old Spencer, none of the men in the band could do any wrong. They were perfect, idols, role models, even. Then, he got to know them. Then, Patrick Stump stole Brendon from him.
~
Spencer had agreed to it because he could never refuse Brendon anything. Brendon had been in tears, saying that he couldn’t choose between him and Patrick, that he loved them equally, the same. That he loved them both so much, he’d die without them both. Spencer had them calmly told Brendon that he didn’t have to choose. He’d be fine with Brendon being in a relationship with Patrick, outside of their own. He never truly realized the consequences.
~
Spencer’s never been one for sharing. As a child, he’d often get in fights with the other kids over toys. When the twins were born, he’d been so devastated that he’d have to share space with them, he locked himself in the bathroom. In third grade, he’d gotten his crush Stacey a huge bear and a box of chocolates with an anonymous card. He ripped the bear in half and smashed the chocolates when she gave Ryan a thank-you kiss on the cheek. He’s possessive, but that’s a good thing, right?
~
He was fine with how things were until Shane moved out of the house he shared with Brendon. Spencer wanted to move in with Brendon, and did, but only after agreeing to living with Patrick because “It’s just not fair that you get to live with me, and he can’t!”
~
Spencer and Patrick had always had an awkward, tense relationship that was only made worse by Brendon, and then doubly worse by living together. Some days, he could barely look at Patrick, let alone have a civil conversation. They’d agreed to behaving themselves when Brendon was around. But when he was gone, the claws came out.
~
They each had their own room, even though Brendon had a California King that comfortably fit all three of them. They usually slept in Brendon’s bedroom (together, Brendon wouldn’t want to be ‘unfair’ to either), but they kept their belongings separate. It was a good idea on Brendon’s part. The only bad thing about it was that the rooms had a Jack-and-Jill bathroom that connected them. They had to share the bathroom.
Sure, there were three and a half bathrooms in the house. The problem was neither of them felt like hiking all the way downstairs to use the bathroom in the guest bedroom. And they both used the same brand of shampoo. Each had their own tiny bottles of some expensive shampoo and conditioner bought at a boutique in downtown L.A. and accused each other of using up “their” bottle. The fights got so ridiculous, Brendon labeled their bottles with their names and encouraged them to hide their tiny soaps somewhere in their room, “just in case”.
~
The sex was fantastic. They never spoke about it, or tried it outside of the few times Brendon would encourage them to do it. Brendon had a slight voyeurism kink, and had admitted to it during a drunken game of Truth or Dare. It was still mind-blowing, even though they would never admit it out loud. They hated everything about each other, except that they somehow made Brendon happy. They had to keep up appearances.
~
It started with another stupid fight, this time about the dogs.
“Boba did not chew up Penny’s favorite toy!” Spencer insisted for the last time.
“Then why was it so horrible disfigured, even though she takes extra special care of it?” Patrick asked, face a fierce shade of pink as he got in Spencer’s face.
“Maybe for the same reason that my vintage Armani shoes ‘mysteriously’ got chewed up and thrown away?” Spencer screeched, not backing down.
“Oh don’t you even-” Spencer realized that Patrick’s angry face looked remarkably like the face he made when he was coming. And that the very same face was way too close to his. Spencer broke off Patrick’s sentence by covering Patrick’s mouth with his own. He was lonely, horny, quite possibly drunk and Patrick was looking better than he ever had before.
Patrick muttered something into Spencer’s mouth before taking control of this kiss, licking his way into Spencer’s mouth. They battled for control until Spencer’s skin was crawling. He had to be inside Patrick, this very moment. He nibbled at Patrick’s bottom lip as he clawed his shirt off, ripping a few buttons off. He grabbed at Patrick’s waist for the belt and got a reply of “What are you- Oh” and then they were both clawing at each other’s clothing and stumbling up the stairs to the big bed they shared with Brendon.
“A-are you sure about this?” Spencer asked as he got the lube and condom out from the bedside table with one hand, his other on Patrick’s cock.
“Fuck, yes, yes, are you?”
“So fucking sure.”
“Well then- get on with it!” Patrick moaned and pushed up against Spencer’s hand.
“Flip over,” Spencer commanded in a no-nonsense voice, even though he was shaking with need. Patrick did as he was told as Spencer prepped his fingers. He was hesitant with the first, Brendon was usually the one who did this, but Patrick grumbled brusquely as he fumbled around the opening until he slid it all the way in. He bucked when Spencer curled a second finger inside and hit the just the right spot. Holy shit the way he was tightening around Spencer’s fingers was hot.
He was about to use a third finger, but Patrick stopped him by panting, “Fucking fuck me already!” and a demanding Patrick was not something he could refuse at this moment. He rolled a condom on and slicked himself up as Patrick squirmed impatiently on the bed. Spencer lined himself up and then thrust, and oh it was so tight and hot and familiar yet foreign all at the same time.
He’d been with Patrick before, but it was never like this, it was more of an empty, jealous fucking than this. This was sweaty and a little angry, but more fulfilling, there was a purpose to this, instead of just pure anger, this was lust and unnamed emotions and everything he’d had with Brendon, only a little different. No better, no worse, just different, and now he finally understood why Brendon had also chosen Patrick. The face he made as he writhed beneath Spencer, the taste of his mouth, like jazz and hot cocoa on cold nights, the slick slide of their sweat.
Spencer reached around and grabbed Patrick’s cock, matching the rhythm of his hand with his thrusts. Patrick came quickly, spurting all over Spencer’s hand and squeezing around his dick. Spencer followed shortly, stars behind his eyes. They repositioned a little, facing each other, and Spencer fell asleep, his heart beating in his ears.
~
Brendon had come home early from his trip, wanting to surprise his boyfriends. He had become worried when there wasn’t any sign of either of them anywhere. What if they’d left him because they’d had some big fight? He wasn’t stupid, he knew they had issues, even though they tried to hide them from him. The only place he hadn’t checked was his bedroom, and they wouldn’t be in the same room unless he was in it.
He nudged the door open carefully, and was surprised to see them wrapped in each other, naked, come all over his sheets. While he dreaded doing the laundry, he was willing to chalk it up as a sacrifice to finally get some peace around his home. Even though it was admittedly one of the most beautiful sights he’d seen in a long time, he felt lonely just standing there, fully clothed. As he stripped, he formed a plan. He would wake them both up in a very special way…
END.