Fic, of sorts: Go Down On Me (Brendon/Spencer)
So, a zillion years ago, or to be more accurate, January, I spent a lovely few days escaping the real world with redandglenda and also lokte. As one does, when they're on holiday, some ridiculous fic writing happened due to even more ridiculous conversations about Bandom boys.
A snippet of Mona Lisa had just leaked, and after we finished laughing about it, I wrote this for their amusement. redandglenda asked if I was going to post it and, while stalling, I asked her to beta it. Which she did and now guilt forces me to subject you to this. Just be thankful it isn't the other story I wrote then, which involved Pete Wentz being peed on.
Title: Go Down On Me
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: This is redandglenda's fault
Summary: In which Brendon is trying to give Spencer a message.
“I wrote some more lyrics,” Brendon announces, knocking Spencer’s legs off the couch and sliding in beside him.
“Oh yeah?” Spencer says, barely taking his eyes off the TV screen. It’s his allocated hour of infomercials, the time of the day that always results in extending mops and slice and dice machines turning up a few days later and then gathering dust in the garage.
Brendon nods and thrusts the handful of papers into Spencer’s lap. He waits patiently, watching Spencer watch the TV until Spencer sighs.
He grabs the remote and hits mute, picking up the first page and reading it to himself.
Spencer nods as he reads, and Brendon leans in, pressing his shoulder against Spencer’s arm as he points to one part.
“I think this part would go something like this,” he says, and then sings, “Can we fast-forward to go down on me?”
Spencer nods. “I like it. I think this wording here,” he says, pointing to something further down, “seems kinda awkward, but I like it.”
Brendon beams at him, then reaches over and unmutes the TV, settling in beside Spencer.
Spencer smiles back, and picks up his phone to order a Roomba.
~~~
The Roomba is happily trundling around the room, and their new song, New Perspective, is getting decent reviews when Brendon shows Spencer some more lyrics he’s written.
“For that Mona Lisa song,” he says, showing Spencer the notes he’d scribbled that morning on a diner napkin.
Spencer reads the lyrics under his breath, and Brendon cuts in, pointing to one part.
“This part,” he says, “goes, ‘go down on me’.”
Spencer nods.
“Go down on me,” Brendon repeats, nodding earnestly at Spencer.
“I like it,” Spencer says, then frowns. “Didn’t we use that in a song already though?”
“You’ve been spending too much time outdoors,” Brendon says quickly, patting Spencer’s hair where it’s started to turn sun kissed. “It’s making you hallucinate things.”
He keeps his hand on Spencer’s head for a beat too long, then snatches it back. “I have things to do,” he says, and hurries off before Spencer can say anything.
~~~
“What’s this?” Spencer asks, pulling a piece of paper out of Brendon’s hand.
Brendon tries, unsuccessfully to get it back. “It’s not finished!” he protests, but Spencer ignores him.
“Another song?” Spencer says, and starts to read it to himself. “What’s it called?” he asks after a moment.
Brendon hesitates. “Uh, well, I was thinking it could be called, ‘Go down on me?’ because the chorus goes, ‘go down on me, go down on me, oh, oh, go down on me’.”
Spencer nods slowly. “Go down on me,” he repeats and Brendon shivers.
“Um,” Brendon says. “Yes?”
“Okay,” Spencer says, looking thoughtful. “That sounds good to me.”
~~~
Brendon wakes up when his bed shifts, like another person has sat down beside him. He opens his eyes, seeing the grey light coming in through the curtains letting him know that it’s almost dawn.
A hand lands gently on his shoulder, rolling him over until he’s staring up at Spencer.
“Hey,” Spencer says, and Brendon starts to sit up, convinced something is wrong.
Spencer puts a hand on Brendon’s chest to stop him. “Don’t move,” he says, and pushes the covers on Brendon’s bed right down to the foot of the bed.
He moves, nudging apart Brendon’s legs until he’s sitting on his knees between them.
“I appreciate the subtlety of the songs,” Spencer says, “But if you wanted me to do something, you could have just asked.”
Brendon blushes, glad that Spencer probably can’t see in the near-darkness.
“I didn’t-” he starts, and Spencer’s hand, which has been hovering above the waistband on Brendon’s boxers, pulls back.
“Are you telling me I’m wrong about this?” Spencer asks. “That your subliminal ‘go down on me’ song lyrics weren’t for me?”
Brendon licks his lips, sucking in a breath as Spencer’s hand reaches out again, fingertips pressing gently against his stomach.
“You’re not wrong,” Brendon admits, and pushes himself up onto his elbows so he can stare in disbelief down the length of this body at Spencer’s answering smile as he leans in.
“I’m not dreaming this, right?” Brendon asks, trying to catch his breath.
“Really not,” Spencer says, his breath tickling Brendon’s skin. “Just, when you decide that you really want to bottom or you want to give blindfolds and handcuffs a try, maybe don’t put it on the next album? I don’t want to have to wait that long.”
“Okay,” Brendon promises, even though he’s already got a whole verse for a song loosely titled ‘Come on my face’ written that he thinks is kind of catchy.
Maybe he can just play it for Spencer, and he’ll get the message straight away this time.
A snippet of Mona Lisa had just leaked, and after we finished laughing about it, I wrote this for their amusement. redandglenda asked if I was going to post it and, while stalling, I asked her to beta it. Which she did and now guilt forces me to subject you to this. Just be thankful it isn't the other story I wrote then, which involved Pete Wentz being peed on.
Title: Go Down On Me
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: This is redandglenda's fault
Summary: In which Brendon is trying to give Spencer a message.
“I wrote some more lyrics,” Brendon announces, knocking Spencer’s legs off the couch and sliding in beside him.
“Oh yeah?” Spencer says, barely taking his eyes off the TV screen. It’s his allocated hour of infomercials, the time of the day that always results in extending mops and slice and dice machines turning up a few days later and then gathering dust in the garage.
Brendon nods and thrusts the handful of papers into Spencer’s lap. He waits patiently, watching Spencer watch the TV until Spencer sighs.
He grabs the remote and hits mute, picking up the first page and reading it to himself.
Spencer nods as he reads, and Brendon leans in, pressing his shoulder against Spencer’s arm as he points to one part.
“I think this part would go something like this,” he says, and then sings, “Can we fast-forward to go down on me?”
Spencer nods. “I like it. I think this wording here,” he says, pointing to something further down, “seems kinda awkward, but I like it.”
Brendon beams at him, then reaches over and unmutes the TV, settling in beside Spencer.
Spencer smiles back, and picks up his phone to order a Roomba.
~~~
The Roomba is happily trundling around the room, and their new song, New Perspective, is getting decent reviews when Brendon shows Spencer some more lyrics he’s written.
“For that Mona Lisa song,” he says, showing Spencer the notes he’d scribbled that morning on a diner napkin.
Spencer reads the lyrics under his breath, and Brendon cuts in, pointing to one part.
“This part,” he says, “goes, ‘go down on me’.”
Spencer nods.
“Go down on me,” Brendon repeats, nodding earnestly at Spencer.
“I like it,” Spencer says, then frowns. “Didn’t we use that in a song already though?”
“You’ve been spending too much time outdoors,” Brendon says quickly, patting Spencer’s hair where it’s started to turn sun kissed. “It’s making you hallucinate things.”
He keeps his hand on Spencer’s head for a beat too long, then snatches it back. “I have things to do,” he says, and hurries off before Spencer can say anything.
~~~
“What’s this?” Spencer asks, pulling a piece of paper out of Brendon’s hand.
Brendon tries, unsuccessfully to get it back. “It’s not finished!” he protests, but Spencer ignores him.
“Another song?” Spencer says, and starts to read it to himself. “What’s it called?” he asks after a moment.
Brendon hesitates. “Uh, well, I was thinking it could be called, ‘Go down on me?’ because the chorus goes, ‘go down on me, go down on me, oh, oh, go down on me’.”
Spencer nods slowly. “Go down on me,” he repeats and Brendon shivers.
“Um,” Brendon says. “Yes?”
“Okay,” Spencer says, looking thoughtful. “That sounds good to me.”
~~~
Brendon wakes up when his bed shifts, like another person has sat down beside him. He opens his eyes, seeing the grey light coming in through the curtains letting him know that it’s almost dawn.
A hand lands gently on his shoulder, rolling him over until he’s staring up at Spencer.
“Hey,” Spencer says, and Brendon starts to sit up, convinced something is wrong.
Spencer puts a hand on Brendon’s chest to stop him. “Don’t move,” he says, and pushes the covers on Brendon’s bed right down to the foot of the bed.
He moves, nudging apart Brendon’s legs until he’s sitting on his knees between them.
“I appreciate the subtlety of the songs,” Spencer says, “But if you wanted me to do something, you could have just asked.”
Brendon blushes, glad that Spencer probably can’t see in the near-darkness.
“I didn’t-” he starts, and Spencer’s hand, which has been hovering above the waistband on Brendon’s boxers, pulls back.
“Are you telling me I’m wrong about this?” Spencer asks. “That your subliminal ‘go down on me’ song lyrics weren’t for me?”
Brendon licks his lips, sucking in a breath as Spencer’s hand reaches out again, fingertips pressing gently against his stomach.
“You’re not wrong,” Brendon admits, and pushes himself up onto his elbows so he can stare in disbelief down the length of this body at Spencer’s answering smile as he leans in.
“I’m not dreaming this, right?” Brendon asks, trying to catch his breath.
“Really not,” Spencer says, his breath tickling Brendon’s skin. “Just, when you decide that you really want to bottom or you want to give blindfolds and handcuffs a try, maybe don’t put it on the next album? I don’t want to have to wait that long.”
“Okay,” Brendon promises, even though he’s already got a whole verse for a song loosely titled ‘Come on my face’ written that he thinks is kind of catchy.
Maybe he can just play it for Spencer, and he’ll get the message straight away this time.