Spencer/Brendon Recs
Spencer/Brendon Recs
So, I actually had a lot of trouble coming up with a Spencer/Brendon rec list, because when I was thinking about why I loved certain Spencer/Brendon stories, it was nothing in particular about the pairing, and everything to do with the incredible writing. Here's a list of stories that are Spencer/Brendon, but mostly are just really fantastic stories that I've read a thousand times, and would still like to read a thousand more. They've all got different takes on the dynamic, but I totally believe every single one.
Certain Coasts Set Apart by skoosiepants. pg-13, 15 300 words. Future-fic. This story breaks my heart and then stitches it up again. I love every single one of the characters. It's funny and touching and romantic and aching and just. This is a really good story.
Spencer shrugged. His hair whipped in front of his face and he pushed it behind his ears, watching as Brendon struggled to his feet. He looked the same. A little more solid, maybe, but the same.
“Hi,” Brendon said. He stepped towards Spencer, bouncing a little on his feet, and Spencer could still recognize Brendon’s pre-hug shuffle, the little tell in his arms before he folded up his target into a surprisingly strong bear hug, and Spencer hastily stepped back.
He wasn’t ready for that yet, he didn’t think.
Tell Me to Stop by airgiodslv. NC-17 for kink. Glorious, glorious kink. Uggg, you guys. I've spent so much time raving about like story like a crazy person, but, seriously. This story. This universe is epic inside of my head, so I'll hold myself back from going off on a tangent. I really, really, really buy this dynamic.
“You know what it means, right?” Brendon asks. “If I say ‘mercury,’ you stop. No matter what we’re doing, whatever else is going on, stop. And I’ll do the same for you.”
Spencer turns his pencil over in his fingers, tapping it lightly against the tabletop in an unconscious mirror of what Brendon’s foot is playing against the table leg. “Is there really any chance I’m going to use one?” he asks dubiously. “I mean, we should both be having fun, but I kind of thought you would be the one who’d actually need it.”
Brendon shrugs, his foot now tapping in a counter-rhythm, something light and fast that fills in the beats marked by Spencer’s pencil.
Bonus! Five Times Spencer Collared Brendon
Montezuma's Castle, 101 Omelets, and Other Lies by o4fuxache. R. I love how Spencer and Brendon dance around each other here. I think it's a really good balance of the way that they could both get annoyed with each other, but still, there's always something drawing them together.
Spencer’s actually ready. He’s waiting. And maybe? Maybe this is what he had wanted without knowing he had wanted it, when he said okay fine they don’t need to go straight back; when he scooted lower, laying down, creating a new level of intimacy here on this bed in the dim glow of the bathroom light. Because Brendon gets under his fucking skin without actually asking him if it’s okay if he moves in. Which makes Brendon a little like a virus, but a virus that makes Spencer feel warm and relaxed when he ought to be stressed and cursing into Ryan’s ear via the phone.
the country of your skin by jocondite. NC-17, 5200 words. You know my thing about how Spencer is good in bed in canon? *gestures* This is exactly how I see it! Spencer has moves! Moves! And, I mean. The writing is flawless, Brendon's voice is amazing, Spencer's characterization is right on, and everything feels completely realistic. And Spencer has moves.
“What?” Spencer echoes, pulling away, and Brendon can think a little bit more clearly now. A little bit.
“My neck,” he says stupidly.
“I know,” Spencer says, in his best and patented you are an idiot voice (Brendon’s very familiar with that particular tone) and his hand slides over the small of Brendon’s back and settles into place. That’s a move. Brendon knows moves when he sees them (feels them), and that is a move.
Outerspace for Non-Believers by gigantic. R, 5600 words. Spencer, Brendon and music. Music! I think that music would be such a huge thing between the two of them, and this story does such an amazing job at show that. Plus, the friendship between them. There's just a whole lot of good, right here.
"What's it like back here?" Brendon cocks his head to the side as if he's really curious. "Is the view better?"
He reaches to grab one of the extra, replacement drumsticks, and Spencer moves to grab the end, but Brendon pulls it back, out of grasp. Spencer says, "Oh, yeah, I love staring at your back."
"I've been told I have nice curves," Brendon says, nodding thoughtfully like that's at all what Spencer said.
an unpardonable mannerism of style by parcae. R. Spencer and Brendon are chemists. Chemists. What more could you possibly need?
Urie frowns, closes his eyes and taps his pen. Spencer hopes he's thinking. A couple seconds later, he opens his eyes again and shrugs. "I didn't do anything to your setup, Smith. I walked in, looked around to see if you had any bromoform I could borrow, tripped and almost fell over your reflux stuff, and that was it. I didn't add anything, I didn't take anything, I didn't even breathe on it more than I had to. I'm not that stupid, man, give me some credit."
Spencer narrows his eyes. "I don't think you're telling the truth."
"Look," Urie says, and sighs. "I wouldn't lie about this, okay?" Something in Spencer's face, he guesses, must speak volumes about how much he doesn't believe him, because Urie looks away for a second and then back, and Spencer might think he looks uncertain, but again, he knows better. "Okay, if you, like, have dinner with me, c
last night i dreamt an emo kid loved me by provetheworst. R, 8100 words. I said that I get all sappy and imagine Spencer and Brendon getting married. Well, Chex is a supergenius and she managed to write a story about them getting married that isn't sappy. Yeah. ♥
Brendon says, "We could go to a bakery, see how much Spencer and mine's cake's gonna cost."
"Spencer and mine's?" Ryan repeats, incredulously. Then, "What cake?"
"Our wedding cake, duh," Brendon says.
Spencer raises his eyebrows. With a barely-restrained smile, he asks, "We're getting married?"
"You agreed, Spencer, don't turn your back on me now."
Spencer drums his hands against his thigh, then tilts his head a little to the side. He looks from Ryan to Brendon, then says, "Did you know Wal-Mart makes wedding cakes?"
if i only could by audreysrev. PG, 2000 words. University AU! Brendon teaches Spencer German! My heart!
"Tag. Wie geht's?" Brendon says, smiley and happy and Spencer just kind of wants to hit him. The German lessons were his idea, though, his genius plan to maybe, just maybe, manage to pass 101.
"Uh," is all Spencer can manage, watching Brendon pull a couple books from his backpack. Spencer recognizes a dictionary, a book with words that look vaguely German on the front.
He's still kicking himself for not taking Spanish.
"Gut?" Brendon finally asks, after he's settled himself, hi
My Favorite View by elfiepike. NC-17, 4600 words. This is an AU where Jon's a fetish photographer. Brendon and Spencer are just tiptoeing towards a new kind of relationship. *Points* This is exactly what I'm talking about when I say that I want to shove Spencer and Brendon into countless situations and see what happens.
Jon gives them the full tour. He's pretty charmed by Spencer and Brendon almost immediately; Spencer has clearly been friends with Ryan forever, doing the same head-tilt and critical response that Ryan did the first time he saw Jon's work, not betraying any more visceral reactions (Jon wants to know Spencer better just for that skill alone), but Brendon is like a little kid, especially after several glasses of wine, and asks about everything: "Did you tie him up yourself?" or "What about this one--he looks cold here, was it cold?"
Pete saunters over just in time to overhear Brendon asking, "So what's it like for the models?" He grins toothily, wolf-like, and slings an arm over Ryan's shoulder. "If you're so curious, you should try it out for yourself; I promise that Jon is very nice about it." He tries to put his other arm over Spencer's shoulder, going for symmetry or a cliche pimp pose, but Spencer shrugs him off.
summer: summer overture by greeenlikejuly. NC-17, 15500 words. An AU that's set a little while ago, where Brendon works at a hotel, and Spencer is a deb. I love how Spencer and Brendon are boys here, just edging closer towards becoming men, and how they help each other along the way.
When Spencer emerges he bobs a little and splashes some water in Brendon’s direction. His smile is infectious and Brendon peels off his shirt before ungracefully flinging himself into the pool, sending a wave crashing over Spencer. Underwater, the bottom of the pool is as smooth as glass and Brendon can make out the stark contrast of Spencer’s trunks against the white walls. He swims towards the other boy who quickly darts out of his way, making his way toward the shallow end. In an instant they are laughing and racing from one side to the other, sending elbows and jets of water through the space between them any chance they can get.
They’re exhausted when they get out, and they sit dripping all over the old deck chairs. They’re smiling and the night air is warm (like it always was back home) and they sit in a comfortable silence. They brush arms once and Brendon looks down at the tiny, disturbed hairs on Spencer’s arm. His smile is crooked, a flash of teeth, before he’s leaning over to trace a line down the other boy’s arm, enjoying the still damp feel of his skin. For once he smells heavily of chlorine and not shampoo.
It’s Spencer that closes the gap between them, a little awkwardly, but confident nonetheless. Their lips meet and Brendon closes his eyes tight. At first Spencer’s lips feel as soft as air, and his face is still wet, but after a moment he’s biting down and trying to move forward. For once, he feels like a boy (and just a boy, not a man) kissing another boy.
[This is technically Panic!GSF, but the Spencer/Brendon dynamic is so completely amazing, I couldn't help but include it.] We Started From by untappedbeauty. NC-17, 20 000 words. Oh, this story! This story! Thee way that Spencer and Brendon play together and play off each other and just-- Ugg. Everything about them together is exactly how I see them.
Enough to see Brendon tip his head back in the glow from the TV screen, mouth seeking and finding Spencer's. Spencer kisses Brendon softly, briefly, two times before his fingers find their way to Brendon's jaw. Brendon strains up, lips parted and wet, and Spencer angles his mouth over Brendon's, pushes his tongue into Brendon's mouth slowly, deliberately. Brendon's hands fly up, and Spencer and Brendon are touching each other so innocently, just lips and tongues, and Spencer's hand against Brendon's cheek, and Brendon's hands in Spencer's hair.
Their eyes are closed, eyelashes fanned sweetly against their skin. They look like they've kissed a million times but like to appreciate every touch. It's gorgeous, soft, and Ryan's chest clenches, because it's their moment. He shouldn't be seeing it.
towns flying by by jocondite. 4000 words. Spencer and Brendon back in their (short lived) van days! Snuggling for warmth! I love every single thing about and every single word in this story. The way they're so physically -- compatible? Comfortable? Drawn to each other? *gestures* That's exactly how I see them.
"Spencer," Brendon says quietly in the dark; Spencer looks back at him. They shift around, hushed, until they're curled together again.
"For warmth," Brendon says into Spencer's ear, his lips nearly touching its edge. Ryan is stretched out not too far away, thin arms around himself, eyes moving restlessly under their eyelids. Spencer doesn't say anything at all, just breathes, chest rising and falling against Brendon's arm.
Never a Boy Scout by foxxcub. NC-17, 1000 words. I Never and kissing. Spencer and Brendon have such chemistry! Such chemistry! Plus, Spencer would totally go along with something like this.
Brendon holds up his hand. "Scout's fucking honor."
"You were never a boy scout," Spencer replies, not meaning to say anything (innocent bystander and all), but Brendon's now looking at him like he's just now realizing Spencer is in the room, and within seconds he's crawling over Jon and onto the couch, curling up halfway into Spencer's lap.
"Spencer Smith." His breath is warm and alcohol-tinged, the tip of his nose skimming over Spencer's cheek. "You don't believe me?"
wait for you to show me by provetheworst. NC-17, 3800 words. They are so adorable together without really actually doing anything adorable which takes it right back to like adorable^20. Boyyys!
Brent says, "Great plan, Brendon. Now you can make Spencer lose every round too."
"Hey, come on," Brendon says. "Spencer's totally awesome."
Somehow, even though he's way behind now, Spencer gets this flood of determination and manages to win. The fact that his reward is Brendon squeezing and arm around his shoulder, whispering, "hell yeah, that's my boy," to him, that makes up for Ryan and Brent bitching about how the game has to be rigged, how the fuck could he have won, it's not fair. And so on.
And in this world of strangers by airgiodslv. NC-17. Historical AU. Oh my god, Brendon's characterization in this? !!!!! He's got depth and complexity and he and Spencer together turn me into such a wiggling mess. But, I mean, it's Spencer & Brendon, but it's also just some really friggen incredible writing. I can't even tell you how many times I've read this story. (Hint: A LOT!)
Spencer’s heart tripped at the casual way Brendon said the words, the veiled meaning he seemed to hold in his eyes. “You want me to escort you back to your hotel?” he asked cautiously. It could be anything; a request for direction taken at face value, a chance to renew an acquaintance, a more sordid invitation…even an attempt at extortion, if Brendon had overheard anything of import. Spencer had no way of knowing.
“It does seem to be a nice day for a stroll,” Brendon suggested, tipping his hat back to peer at the sky. “Unless you have somewhere else to be, of course.”
Spencer stood still for a moment, weighing his options, considering the one he had before him. Then he said politely, “Monsieur,” and gestured for Brendon to walk with him towards the hotel.
Backwards to the pictures and babbling
This list is incredibly, incredibly incomplete. There're supposed to be a couple days of pairing love, and I definitely think that there are stories to rec that I haven't got up here, so, let's hear what stories you love! You could be like, "Oh hai, Laura, here's this story I love" and I'll be all, "Man, I love that story, too. I totally should have included that."
So, I actually had a lot of trouble coming up with a Spencer/Brendon rec list, because when I was thinking about why I loved certain Spencer/Brendon stories, it was nothing in particular about the pairing, and everything to do with the incredible writing. Here's a list of stories that are Spencer/Brendon, but mostly are just really fantastic stories that I've read a thousand times, and would still like to read a thousand more. They've all got different takes on the dynamic, but I totally believe every single one.
Certain Coasts Set Apart by skoosiepants. pg-13, 15 300 words. Future-fic. This story breaks my heart and then stitches it up again. I love every single one of the characters. It's funny and touching and romantic and aching and just. This is a really good story.
Spencer shrugged. His hair whipped in front of his face and he pushed it behind his ears, watching as Brendon struggled to his feet. He looked the same. A little more solid, maybe, but the same.
“Hi,” Brendon said. He stepped towards Spencer, bouncing a little on his feet, and Spencer could still recognize Brendon’s pre-hug shuffle, the little tell in his arms before he folded up his target into a surprisingly strong bear hug, and Spencer hastily stepped back.
He wasn’t ready for that yet, he didn’t think.
Tell Me to Stop by airgiodslv. NC-17 for kink. Glorious, glorious kink. Uggg, you guys. I've spent so much time raving about like story like a crazy person, but, seriously. This story. This universe is epic inside of my head, so I'll hold myself back from going off on a tangent. I really, really, really buy this dynamic.
“You know what it means, right?” Brendon asks. “If I say ‘mercury,’ you stop. No matter what we’re doing, whatever else is going on, stop. And I’ll do the same for you.”
Spencer turns his pencil over in his fingers, tapping it lightly against the tabletop in an unconscious mirror of what Brendon’s foot is playing against the table leg. “Is there really any chance I’m going to use one?” he asks dubiously. “I mean, we should both be having fun, but I kind of thought you would be the one who’d actually need it.”
Brendon shrugs, his foot now tapping in a counter-rhythm, something light and fast that fills in the beats marked by Spencer’s pencil.
Bonus! Five Times Spencer Collared Brendon
Montezuma's Castle, 101 Omelets, and Other Lies by o4fuxache. R. I love how Spencer and Brendon dance around each other here. I think it's a really good balance of the way that they could both get annoyed with each other, but still, there's always something drawing them together.
Spencer’s actually ready. He’s waiting. And maybe? Maybe this is what he had wanted without knowing he had wanted it, when he said okay fine they don’t need to go straight back; when he scooted lower, laying down, creating a new level of intimacy here on this bed in the dim glow of the bathroom light. Because Brendon gets under his fucking skin without actually asking him if it’s okay if he moves in. Which makes Brendon a little like a virus, but a virus that makes Spencer feel warm and relaxed when he ought to be stressed and cursing into Ryan’s ear via the phone.
the country of your skin by jocondite. NC-17, 5200 words. You know my thing about how Spencer is good in bed in canon? *gestures* This is exactly how I see it! Spencer has moves! Moves! And, I mean. The writing is flawless, Brendon's voice is amazing, Spencer's characterization is right on, and everything feels completely realistic. And Spencer has moves.
“What?” Spencer echoes, pulling away, and Brendon can think a little bit more clearly now. A little bit.
“My neck,” he says stupidly.
“I know,” Spencer says, in his best and patented you are an idiot voice (Brendon’s very familiar with that particular tone) and his hand slides over the small of Brendon’s back and settles into place. That’s a move. Brendon knows moves when he sees them (feels them), and that is a move.
Outerspace for Non-Believers by gigantic. R, 5600 words. Spencer, Brendon and music. Music! I think that music would be such a huge thing between the two of them, and this story does such an amazing job at show that. Plus, the friendship between them. There's just a whole lot of good, right here.
"What's it like back here?" Brendon cocks his head to the side as if he's really curious. "Is the view better?"
He reaches to grab one of the extra, replacement drumsticks, and Spencer moves to grab the end, but Brendon pulls it back, out of grasp. Spencer says, "Oh, yeah, I love staring at your back."
"I've been told I have nice curves," Brendon says, nodding thoughtfully like that's at all what Spencer said.
an unpardonable mannerism of style by parcae. R. Spencer and Brendon are chemists. Chemists. What more could you possibly need?
Urie frowns, closes his eyes and taps his pen. Spencer hopes he's thinking. A couple seconds later, he opens his eyes again and shrugs. "I didn't do anything to your setup, Smith. I walked in, looked around to see if you had any bromoform I could borrow, tripped and almost fell over your reflux stuff, and that was it. I didn't add anything, I didn't take anything, I didn't even breathe on it more than I had to. I'm not that stupid, man, give me some credit."
Spencer narrows his eyes. "I don't think you're telling the truth."
"Look," Urie says, and sighs. "I wouldn't lie about this, okay?" Something in Spencer's face, he guesses, must speak volumes about how much he doesn't believe him, because Urie looks away for a second and then back, and Spencer might think he looks uncertain, but again, he knows better. "Okay, if you, like, have dinner with me, c
last night i dreamt an emo kid loved me by provetheworst. R, 8100 words. I said that I get all sappy and imagine Spencer and Brendon getting married. Well, Chex is a supergenius and she managed to write a story about them getting married that isn't sappy. Yeah. ♥
Brendon says, "We could go to a bakery, see how much Spencer and mine's cake's gonna cost."
"Spencer and mine's?" Ryan repeats, incredulously. Then, "What cake?"
"Our wedding cake, duh," Brendon says.
Spencer raises his eyebrows. With a barely-restrained smile, he asks, "We're getting married?"
"You agreed, Spencer, don't turn your back on me now."
Spencer drums his hands against his thigh, then tilts his head a little to the side. He looks from Ryan to Brendon, then says, "Did you know Wal-Mart makes wedding cakes?"
if i only could by audreysrev. PG, 2000 words. University AU! Brendon teaches Spencer German! My heart!
"Tag. Wie geht's?" Brendon says, smiley and happy and Spencer just kind of wants to hit him. The German lessons were his idea, though, his genius plan to maybe, just maybe, manage to pass 101.
"Uh," is all Spencer can manage, watching Brendon pull a couple books from his backpack. Spencer recognizes a dictionary, a book with words that look vaguely German on the front.
He's still kicking himself for not taking Spanish.
"Gut?" Brendon finally asks, after he's settled himself, hi
My Favorite View by elfiepike. NC-17, 4600 words. This is an AU where Jon's a fetish photographer. Brendon and Spencer are just tiptoeing towards a new kind of relationship. *Points* This is exactly what I'm talking about when I say that I want to shove Spencer and Brendon into countless situations and see what happens.
Jon gives them the full tour. He's pretty charmed by Spencer and Brendon almost immediately; Spencer has clearly been friends with Ryan forever, doing the same head-tilt and critical response that Ryan did the first time he saw Jon's work, not betraying any more visceral reactions (Jon wants to know Spencer better just for that skill alone), but Brendon is like a little kid, especially after several glasses of wine, and asks about everything: "Did you tie him up yourself?" or "What about this one--he looks cold here, was it cold?"
Pete saunters over just in time to overhear Brendon asking, "So what's it like for the models?" He grins toothily, wolf-like, and slings an arm over Ryan's shoulder. "If you're so curious, you should try it out for yourself; I promise that Jon is very nice about it." He tries to put his other arm over Spencer's shoulder, going for symmetry or a cliche pimp pose, but Spencer shrugs him off.
summer: summer overture by greeenlikejuly. NC-17, 15500 words. An AU that's set a little while ago, where Brendon works at a hotel, and Spencer is a deb. I love how Spencer and Brendon are boys here, just edging closer towards becoming men, and how they help each other along the way.
When Spencer emerges he bobs a little and splashes some water in Brendon’s direction. His smile is infectious and Brendon peels off his shirt before ungracefully flinging himself into the pool, sending a wave crashing over Spencer. Underwater, the bottom of the pool is as smooth as glass and Brendon can make out the stark contrast of Spencer’s trunks against the white walls. He swims towards the other boy who quickly darts out of his way, making his way toward the shallow end. In an instant they are laughing and racing from one side to the other, sending elbows and jets of water through the space between them any chance they can get.
They’re exhausted when they get out, and they sit dripping all over the old deck chairs. They’re smiling and the night air is warm (like it always was back home) and they sit in a comfortable silence. They brush arms once and Brendon looks down at the tiny, disturbed hairs on Spencer’s arm. His smile is crooked, a flash of teeth, before he’s leaning over to trace a line down the other boy’s arm, enjoying the still damp feel of his skin. For once he smells heavily of chlorine and not shampoo.
It’s Spencer that closes the gap between them, a little awkwardly, but confident nonetheless. Their lips meet and Brendon closes his eyes tight. At first Spencer’s lips feel as soft as air, and his face is still wet, but after a moment he’s biting down and trying to move forward. For once, he feels like a boy (and just a boy, not a man) kissing another boy.
[This is technically Panic!GSF, but the Spencer/Brendon dynamic is so completely amazing, I couldn't help but include it.] We Started From by untappedbeauty. NC-17, 20 000 words. Oh, this story! This story! Thee way that Spencer and Brendon play together and play off each other and just-- Ugg. Everything about them together is exactly how I see them.
Enough to see Brendon tip his head back in the glow from the TV screen, mouth seeking and finding Spencer's. Spencer kisses Brendon softly, briefly, two times before his fingers find their way to Brendon's jaw. Brendon strains up, lips parted and wet, and Spencer angles his mouth over Brendon's, pushes his tongue into Brendon's mouth slowly, deliberately. Brendon's hands fly up, and Spencer and Brendon are touching each other so innocently, just lips and tongues, and Spencer's hand against Brendon's cheek, and Brendon's hands in Spencer's hair.
Their eyes are closed, eyelashes fanned sweetly against their skin. They look like they've kissed a million times but like to appreciate every touch. It's gorgeous, soft, and Ryan's chest clenches, because it's their moment. He shouldn't be seeing it.
towns flying by by jocondite. 4000 words. Spencer and Brendon back in their (short lived) van days! Snuggling for warmth! I love every single thing about and every single word in this story. The way they're so physically -- compatible? Comfortable? Drawn to each other? *gestures* That's exactly how I see them.
"Spencer," Brendon says quietly in the dark; Spencer looks back at him. They shift around, hushed, until they're curled together again.
"For warmth," Brendon says into Spencer's ear, his lips nearly touching its edge. Ryan is stretched out not too far away, thin arms around himself, eyes moving restlessly under their eyelids. Spencer doesn't say anything at all, just breathes, chest rising and falling against Brendon's arm.
Never a Boy Scout by foxxcub. NC-17, 1000 words. I Never and kissing. Spencer and Brendon have such chemistry! Such chemistry! Plus, Spencer would totally go along with something like this.
Brendon holds up his hand. "Scout's fucking honor."
"You were never a boy scout," Spencer replies, not meaning to say anything (innocent bystander and all), but Brendon's now looking at him like he's just now realizing Spencer is in the room, and within seconds he's crawling over Jon and onto the couch, curling up halfway into Spencer's lap.
"Spencer Smith." His breath is warm and alcohol-tinged, the tip of his nose skimming over Spencer's cheek. "You don't believe me?"
wait for you to show me by provetheworst. NC-17, 3800 words. They are so adorable together without really actually doing anything adorable which takes it right back to like adorable^20. Boyyys!
Brent says, "Great plan, Brendon. Now you can make Spencer lose every round too."
"Hey, come on," Brendon says. "Spencer's totally awesome."
Somehow, even though he's way behind now, Spencer gets this flood of determination and manages to win. The fact that his reward is Brendon squeezing and arm around his shoulder, whispering, "hell yeah, that's my boy," to him, that makes up for Ryan and Brent bitching about how the game has to be rigged, how the fuck could he have won, it's not fair. And so on.
And in this world of strangers by airgiodslv. NC-17. Historical AU. Oh my god, Brendon's characterization in this? !!!!! He's got depth and complexity and he and Spencer together turn me into such a wiggling mess. But, I mean, it's Spencer & Brendon, but it's also just some really friggen incredible writing. I can't even tell you how many times I've read this story. (Hint: A LOT!)
Spencer’s heart tripped at the casual way Brendon said the words, the veiled meaning he seemed to hold in his eyes. “You want me to escort you back to your hotel?” he asked cautiously. It could be anything; a request for direction taken at face value, a chance to renew an acquaintance, a more sordid invitation…even an attempt at extortion, if Brendon had overheard anything of import. Spencer had no way of knowing.
“It does seem to be a nice day for a stroll,” Brendon suggested, tipping his hat back to peer at the sky. “Unless you have somewhere else to be, of course.”
Spencer stood still for a moment, weighing his options, considering the one he had before him. Then he said politely, “Monsieur,” and gestured for Brendon to walk with him towards the hotel.
Backwards to the pictures and babbling
This list is incredibly, incredibly incomplete. There're supposed to be a couple days of pairing love, and I definitely think that there are stories to rec that I haven't got up here, so, let's hear what stories you love! You could be like, "Oh hai, Laura, here's this story I love" and I'll be all, "Man, I love that story, too. I totally should have included that."