fic: the poets are just kids who didn't make it (brendon/spencer)
Title: The Poets Are Just Kids Who Didn’t Make It
Author: cardel
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer (tiny, tiny hints of Jonathan Horton/Alexander Artemev)
POV: 3rd
Summary: Completely AU. Featuring the Olympics, a sad Brendon, who can do loops, and a stubborn Spencer who is just trying to get Brendon to come home.
Word Count:10,478
Disclaimer: Sadly enough they’re not mine and this is just a work of fiction : (
Author Notes: umm I don’t even know, the Olympics have been over for a while but I just, now, had time to post this. This is completely crazy and unbeta-ed so read at your own discretion and let me know how you liked it.
xposted to slashatthedisco and bandslashmania
“Urie, Urie, Urie! You should totally sing me a song Urie,” Jonathan says and giggles a little because he is so high on team spirit that everything is just that funny.
Spencer rolls his eyes as he stretches Raj’s leg a little too hard. “Ow.” The gymnast murmurs. Spencer gives him an apologetic smile.
“Yeah no,” Brendon says his fingers digging circles into Jonathan’s tense back.
“What does a guy have to do around here to get some tunes?” He groans out loving the feeling of his muscles loosening under expert hands.
“How about win a medal?” Brendon says jokingly.
And it’s like a tidal wave of energy is physically moving through the room. Spencer looks up to a blur of motion that is Jonathan Horton, damn flexible gymnasts.
Jonathan sits up on the massage table so quickly he almost knocks Brendon down, but his quick reflexes come into play and he’s got Brendon securely between his legs, his arms crushing Brendon to him.
And it’s sort of funny; because they’re both tiny but Jonathan’s tinier, muscular, frame completely envelopes Brendon’s tiny, slim one. Or it would be funny if Spencer didn’t feel a surge of jealousy at the sight of the two embracing.
Jonathan is oblivious and cheering. “Dude we totally did, we won a medal that’s just so, so fucking awesome.” He says his voice sounds amazed and his eyes sparkle with pride. He squeezes Brendon tighter. His other teammates smile tiredly at his enthusiasm.
“Yeah, you know what else is awesome? Breathing.” Jonathan laughs and gives Brendon a monkey hug, legs around his tiny hips and everything.
Someone’s grips fly through the air; they hit Jonathan on the head. Jonathan turns his face and sticks his tongue out at the culprit, Raj.
And seriously Raj is happy he really is, but Spencer’s death glare is scary even if it’s being directed at Jonathan’s limbs, the subsequent tightening of Spencer’s hands is being directed at his legs and seriously that’s so not awesome. Especially since he knows the longer Jonathan’s arms stay around Brendon the tighter Spencer’s hands get on his legs.
“Really let the kid breathe,” he says desperately, Brendon nods in agreement.
Spencer doesn’t know it but he has a set number in his mind. And if that kid doesn’t let go of Brendon when he counts up to that set number he is going to do it for him.
It’s like magic because as soon as Jonathan’s limbs are back to his person, Spencer’s hands loosen and he begins to stretch and loosen Raj’s leg muscles properly. Raj sighs in relief.
“Fine, fine kill my thunder.” Brendon laughs and then huffs when his hands return to Jonathan’s back.
“Great. You just undid all my hard work.” He grunts but there is a smile on his lips.
“Ow.”
“Yeah that’s right. I have to do this properly because I don’t want you to coming to me, crying, in two hours when all your muscles are cramping up.” Brendon threatens even though they all know he’s a big softie and he would just help Jonathan anyway.
Jonathan knows this through experience. “Whatever Urie you know you love me.” And the confidence in his voice makes Spencer’s hands tighten a little more than necessary, is this kid seriously flirting with Brendon.
“Uh huh, now shut up and let me do this so you can abuse your body again at practice tomorrow.”
“The price I have to pay.” Jonathan says with a content sigh.
“Was it worth it?” And Brendon already knows the answer to that.
“Your hands are so worth it Bden.” Jonathan groans. “The medal is a nice bonus.” Brendon chuckles.
God, this kid really is flirting with Brendon. Spencer’s hands tighten more on Raj and he’s so completely caught up in his fit of jealousy he doesn’t hear Raj groan in protest.
“Dude shut up and just relax,” Raj says desperately tossing a roll of tape at Jonathan’s head because Raj really, really likes his legs.
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It’s early in the morning. Back home it is still yesterday afternoon. Brendon doesn’t like to think about time zones; they creep him out a little.
It’s like one day it was Monday and he was back home, then he hopped a, six-teen hour, flight to Beijing and it was Wednesday and that’s just like serious time travel. He lost a whole day and he doesn’t want to think about it or it’ll give him a headache.
Besides he can’t do much thinking when he’s flat on the floor his leg in Spencer’s hands. Spencer has his ankle and shin and helps Brendon warm up.
They do this every day, they help each other warm up before the guys come in and they have to start helping them with warm ups. Today will be a one-on-one all day. Only two of the guys qualified for the men’s individual all around and they’re the ones who will be practicing.
Spencer gives Brendon’s leg a pat and helps him up. They stand facing each other not saying a word.
Brendon remembers when things weren’t like this, when they would never shut up, they were always touching and laughing. He misses those days and Spencer. He opens his mouth to talk but Spencer’s phone is ringing.
Fall Out Boy plays loudly, Spencer’s eyes go wide and he turns to answer his phone.
His conversation is brief and he’s back to facing Brendon in no time.
“It was Ryan.” Spencer says. Brendon already knew that. Even though things with him and Spencer have changed Spencer and Ryan are still the same. Saturday is still Ryan’s assigned ringtone.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, he says hi.” Brendon nods.
They are spared further talk when Alexander Artemev, nicknamed Sasha, shows up. Spencer immediately begins to work on him.
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Brendon wonders over to the high bar and starts checking equipment. He’s completely concentrating on his job and no his eyes don’t wonder over to Spencer at all. Okay maybe a little.
Though no one would blame him, Spencer is just so, Spencer. Brendon thinks it’s a little ridiculous how much he misses touching Spencer; he misses Spencer’s arms around him at night, misses the way their bodies get tangled together in the morning, he misses being able to touch Spencer at random almost as much as he misses Spencer touching him.
Spencer is right by him most of the time, but he may as well be miles away. Spencer should actually be miles away. He sighs and turns his head away from Spencer helping Sasha twist into impossible positions.
“You know if looks could get people naked; Spencer would be feeling pretty drafty right about now.”
Brendon is so startled by Jonathan that he actually lets out a very high pitched squeak. Jonathan, the heartless man that he is, laughs bending at the waist.
“Laugh it up. Just remember, I’m the one in charge of your sore muscles.” Brendon crosses his arms and doesn’t pout. Okay maybe he does pout, but only a little.
“Oh man, your face,” Jonathan chuckles one last time before facing Brendon. “Seriously though, I think you should go for it Brendon. I mean you guys aren’t fooling anyone. We all see the way you two look at each other.” He says with a smile.
The reason they’re not fooling anyone, Brendon thinks, is because they’re not trying to. They’re just, they’re just not doing anything because there is nothing to do, except for Spencer to maybe go back home.
Brendon doesn’t say any of this to Jonathan. Instead he faces the high bar, looks up, looks behind him to Jonathan and says “Hoist me up.” Jonathan complies.
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Spencer turns to look at Brendon at the exact moment Jonathan puts his hands on Brendon’s hips to help hoist him up onto the high bar. Spencer pulls a little too hard on Sasha’s shoulder. The gymnast chuckles and Spencer turns to face him.
“You know, you should probably tell him how you feel before you end up ripping somebody’s limbs off.” Sasha says as he takes his abused arm from Spencer’s grasp.
“I.” And Spencer swears he is not blushing.
“Or you know, before Raj starts running at the very mention of your name.” Sasha teases.
And yes, the warmth on Spencer’s face is definitely an indicative of a blush. “It’s not like that. Brendon and I we don’t.” Spencer shakes his head leaving the sentence unfinished.
“Sure.” Sasha sounds doubtful. “But just so you know, you have no real competition. So don’t believe everything you see.” He says and tosses his head back to Jonathan and Brendon, who has finished preparing the bar and seems to be starting a routine.
Sasha gives the pair another meaningful look. Spencer sighs, cocks his hip and crosses his arms. Sasha is not Ryan and that’s unfortunate for many reasons but mainly because Spencer can’t understand the telepathy the gymnast is trying to send him.
With a sigh of his own Sasha says, “Jonny is just a flirt all bark and absolutely no bite.” And there is an almost bitter tone in his voice which makes Spencer raise a brow.
“Spoken from experience?” He asks.
“Nope, I don’t have time for that kind of thing and neither does Jonathan.” Sasha replies quickly, a little too quickly.
Spencer doesn’t push the subject instead he turns to watch Brendon on the high bar. Brendon does some simple releases, a few hand stands and connecting combos that all the guys on the gymnastics team can do in their sleep.
His execution however is clean, his body perfect; toes pointing, legs together. He goes around once, twice, releases the bar and goes into a double back dismount. He sticks the landing throwing his arms up.
“Wow,” Sasha whispers his voice sounds awed. “Why didn’t he make this his career?”
“Not his calling.” Is all Spencer offers.
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As soon as Brendon’s feet stick the landing and he straightens up, Jonathan is right in his face. He’s looking at Brendon as if he were an amazing specimen. Brendon just gives him a smile.
“Wow, just wow Bden. With the proper coaching you could totally be in my place.”
Brendon blushes and shakes his head. “Nah that’s not really my thing.”
“Less competition for me.” Jonathan says with a shrug of his shoulders. He walks over to the high bar. “Hoist me up.”
“Um no. The only place you’re going, is to warm up,” Brendon states.
“Oh right. I can’t believe I forgot. You’re routine just got me really pumped up, I’ve never seen anyone with no formal training do the basics so perfectly,” Jonathan says his voice excited, like a kid who got a good toy for Christmas.
“What can I say, I’m multi talented.” Brendon says giving him another one of his smiles.
“So what is your thing? Because you can’t tell me it’s being a sport’s masseur.” Jonathan asks, his tone challenging Brendon to lie to him.
“No it’s not,” he pauses. “I don’t know what my thing is. I guess, I’m still looking,” he says and he has to fight with every muscle in his body to stop his head from turning to look at Spencer.
When they’re halfway through warm-ups Brendon bites his lip and just has to ask. “So are we that obvious?” He asks nodding his head slightly to where Spencer is.
Jonathan looks over at Spencer and Sasha and shrugs. “I’m not sure, maybe. My best friend is gay and you’re not best friends with a gay guy all your life and not pick up some gaydar. But let me tell you, you and Spencer are so obvious, even the most dense person in the planet could see the lovey dovey looks you guys send each other.”
Brendon bites his lip and looks away from Jonathan who is now frowning.
“That’s not a bad thing Brendon, the way he looks at you, it’s so. I’ve never looked at anyone that way and I hope one day I will and that someone will look at me that way too. What you two have is special; whatever happened, and you can’t tell there wasn’t something there before, you should try to fix it.” Jonathan finishes quietly.
And who knew this kid could be so perceptive when Brendon thought all he did was eat, sleep and gymnastics not necessarily in that order. The rest of warm-ups pass in silence, when the coaches arrive Brendon leaves telling Jonathan he’ll see him in the morning before competition.
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It’s the day of competition, it’s go time, it’s go time and Brendon can see how unfocused Jonathan is. Pretty soon he’s going to have to go into the stands so he figures he may as well try to see what is going on with Jonathan.
As he nears the gymnast he can almost feel the vibrations of his nervous energy through the air. Brendon wonders if that’s what Ryan meant when he used to tell him he could light a light bulb by just standing near it.
“Hey you’re tight. Loosen up.” And really these kids are so hardcore conditioned that Jonathan immediately begins to loosen his body at the command.
“Thanks.” He mumbles. Brendon frowns.
“I, yeah.” He takes a deep breath. “It’s just this is all so crazy. Do you know how lucky we are to be here?” The “we” refers to him and Sasha. “How lucky I am to be here?” This is not good.
The men’s gymnastics individual all-around is one of the most recognized competitions in the world of gymnastics. And to, even, qualify the athletes scores have to be pretty damn impressive.
So Brendon’s not just trying to stroke Jonathan’s ego when he says, “Hey, hey none of that, you and Sasha, you guys, earned your places here. Luck had nothing to do with it. It was your hard work.”
Jonathan nods and looks up and fixes his gaze over Brendon’s shoulder. “Yeah. Sasha’s in a different group”.
And there in lay the problem. Brendon sighs; he knows there is no more he can do to help Jonathan snap out of his funk.
“You earned this,” Brendon repeats and would add, all on your own, but it would be a lie and Jonathan would know it was a lie.
The gymnast nods at him. Brendon gives him a hug and wishes him good luck before heading to his seat.
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Spencer’s sees Brendon making his way to their seats and waves him over. He smiles when Brendon sits down, in turn Brendon gives him a small upturn of his lips. Spencer frowns.
“Everything okay?” And all of sudden Spencer forgets their previous etiquette and reaches up to rub the tension in Brendon’s shoulders.
Brendon tenses but quickly melts into Spencer’s hand and leans into the touch.
“I don’t know. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.” A small sigh escapes his lips and he fights to keep his eyes open. Spencer’s hand feels so good. And that should be a sign to break the touch, to keep his distance but he can’t bring himself to care too much at the moment.
“Is it Jonathan?” Spencer asks and he congratulates himself for keeping his tone completely conversational as if touching Brendon isn’t affecting him at all.
“Yeah.” Brendon doesn’t elaborate further. Spencer will see soon enough.
It’s the third rotation and Spencer is now sure there is something wrong with Jonathan. Two days ago the kid, almost single handedly, was responsible for the team’s success.
He had been the moral support for the men’s gymnastics team. He had cheered on his teammates, discouraged dwelling on missteps or a small stumble, encouraged/demanded everyone to give their best, he lead through example and they came away with a well earned bronze medal.
Today it’s a completely different story. Jonathan Horton is struggling with every single one of his routines and that just doesn’t make sense.
Spencer turns to Brendon to ask him if he knows what is wrong with the young gymnast but Brendon has already heard the unspoken question. “I think. I think it’s because Sasha’s in a different group.”
“You think it’s because of Sasha?” If Spencer sounds surprised, it’s understandable, he had no idea Sasha meant that much to Jonathan.
“Not like that.” Brendon continues and now Spencer really thinks Brendon can read his mind, the thought makes him want to smile.
“I think he would be the same if it was any of the other guys and they were on a different group.” Brendon tries to explain and even to himself he sounds confused as if he’s putting the answer together from puzzle pieces belonging to different pictures.
“I’m not sure I understand,” Spencer admits, his hand still on Brendon’s, now relaxed, shoulder.
“Jonathan, he thrives in team competitions, individual competitions are difficult for him. He needs to be needed to be strong; he needs to be strong for others so he can be strong for himself.” Brendon’s eyes are now locked with Spencer’s.
“Not many people can do that, Spencer.” Brendon speaks quietly and he’s still giving Spencer this intense look.
Spencer finally removes his hand from Brendon’s shoulder. Brendon averts his eyes to the floor and then back to watch the match.
There is an awful twist in Spencer’s stomach. He feels like he just missed something pretty important just now.
The rest of the game they watch in silence and it’s no surprise to either of them when Jonathan places higher than Sasha and neither place for a medal.
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It’s still early when Brendon gets back to his hotel room, the one he shares with Spencer, luckily though, Spencer is still out.
Brendon grabs a quick shower and is just pulling up his jeans when he hears his phone ring. Aladdin’s “A Whole New World” plays cheerfully through the door. Brendon’s eyes go wide and a crazy grin appears on his face, only one person is assigned to that ringtone.
He throws the bathroom door open, not even bothering to button up his pants. He lunges himself down onto his bed, where he had dropped his phone earlier.
“Jonathan Walker, the love of my life.” He answers cheerfully, making himself comfortable on the bed. His hair is still dripping wet and he knows his pillow will be damp later but he doesn’t care. Jon Walker is on the phone and he’ll deal with a soggy pillow any day of the week for him.
“Brendon Urie, I know I’m pretty awesome, but you gotta get over me dude. Unrequited love is not healthy.” Jon’s voice sounds amused. Brendon knows he’s miles and miles and a whole ocean away but if he closes his eyes he can pretend Jon’s right next to him giving him a lazy smile.
“I don’t care what you say Jon. I’ll wait for you. I’m nothing but patient. You’ll see the err of your ways soon enough,” Brendon says his eyes closed.
Jon is moving in the background; Brendon can hear rustling. He’s probably moving things around trying to find clean clothes. “But Bden what about Cassie?”
“Hey she’s a nice, smart, girl she knows she has to share the awesomeness that is you.” Brendon giggles.
After all that’s happened he is so glad he and Jon can still talk like this. He is so thankful Jon is not mad at him but maybe, most of all, he’s glad Jon is still back in Chicago where he belongs.
“Yeah she is. Okay, your mind powers have convinced me we’re getting married when you come back,” he says.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa there, I’m too young to get married babe. You’re just moving too fast for me. How about we give each other some space?” Jon laughs over the line and despite the miles and miles and the ocean, the sound is just as warm as ever and for the first time in a while Brendon feels a true smile on his face.
“Tease,” Jon accuses. “Oh hey, hey I have a secret to tell you.” Jon giggles, he actually giggles and Brendon knows this is not going to be good.
“I’m listening.”
“So right now it’s like Wednesday eleven am in Beijing.” Brendon just mmm’s because he already knew that and waits for Jon to get to the secret telling part. “And okay, okay, are you ready for this?” He says and pauses for dramatic effect. Brendon is still smiling his eyes are still closed.
“It is ten pm, Tuesday night here. Brendon what the fuck? You’re like in the future.” Jon is laughing.
Brendon groans and seriously Jon Walker is so not awesome right now. “Jon Walker you suck so much right now.” Brendon hates time zones. It shouldn’t be possible to be living in a different day than Jon.
“No, no listen this is awesome Brendon Urie. You have time travel superpowers and you didn’t share. I don’t know what you’re planning but it’s probably world domination you evil master mind. It’s like that cartoon.” Jon pauses; he’s trying to remember the name to the show.
Brendon is laughing and he hears Jon say. “So what are we doing today Brain?” Jon says he’s voice kind of sounds like Pinky but for the cracking towards the end.
“What we do everyday Pinky; try and take over the world.” Brendon says in his best Brain voice, he even throws in a cackle at the end.
“I am no one’s Pinky.” Jon says pretending to be insulted. “Hey Spencer can be your Pinky.”
Brendon raises an eyebrow and then just bursts out laughing. The very picture of Spencer as Pinky is just too funny. Jon joins him in his laughter. He’s probably thinking the same thing.
“Yeah maybe not. I’ve changed my mind; you can be Pinky to Spencer’s Brain.” Jon says matter-of-fact.
That makes sense, if there was a person version of the Brain, Spencer would be it, can’t argue with that. “Can’t argue with that.” Brendon tells Jon.
“Yes I see it now, Spencer’s the one with the time travel powers and you, you’re just a Spence nabbing master mind.” And just like that the feeling of happiness leaves Brendon. Jon goes deadly silent on the other end of the line, realizing what he just said.
“Brendon,” he starts his voice worried.
“I didn’t.” Brendon cuts him off. “I wouldn’t have. I’d never ask him to.” Brendon sits up on the bed his eyes are open now and he can feel the sting of tears behind his eyes. And he doesn’t know how to get the words he wants to say out.
“Brendon we know. Spencer is his own person. No one is blaming you.” Jon says his voice sounds all wrong because he sounds sad and Jon Walker should never ever sound sad and Brendon really hates himself at the moment.
“Are you sure about that?” He asks rubbing his eyes refusing to let the tears come.
“Yes I’m sure. Ryan just pretends to be an asshole he’s not really one in real life.” He says trying to lighten the mood.
It’s not working; Brendon can’t even bring himself to fake a laugh for Jon. “I just really wish Spence had.” He cuts himself off.
“We miss you guys.” Jon says. Brendon nods even though he knows Jon won’t be able to see.
He takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his still wet hair. “I just really wish he’d.” Spencer chooses that moment to come back. He closes the door behind him, sees Brendon on the phone and gives him a small smile. “Stayed home,” Brendon finishes in a whisper so only Jon can hear.
“Did he just walk in?” Jon asks. Brendon thinks he must have heard the door close.
“Yeah,” he replies.
“Okay tell him I say hi. I’ll see ya when you come back, whenever that is. And Brendon,” Jon pauses, Brendon hmm’s in response. “Love ya, no matter what.” Jon assures him, he sounds so honest Brendon can’t help but believe him and that makes things almost worse.
“Yeah, me too,” Brendon replies and hangs up.
Brendon sits on his bed quietly his head bowed, chin almost touching his chest. He feels, more than sees, Spencer come closer.
“Are you okay?” Spencer asks.
“Yeah, yeah.” He looks up and tries to smile. “That was Jon, he says hi.”
Spencer gives him a real smile the one that has the ability to brighten rooms, make girls swoon and makes Brendon feel something in his chest twist painfully with longing.
“He called me earlier too. I should have warned you. He’s trying to mind- fuck us with his theories about time travel.” He finishes and he still has that smile on his face. Brendon can’t help but smile back and as much as he hates that Spencer followed him here, he is secretly glad to have Spencer with him.
Brendon is still smiling when he stands from the bed. Spencer can’t help but follow the fluid movement. Usually, Brendon is an uncoordinated mess but that’s only when he’s brimming with energy, right now Brendon seems tired.
There are water droplets running down Brendon’s hair. Spencer’s eyes follow the drop and oh, oh Brendon is fresh from the shower. And all of a sudden Spencer is all too aware of how close he’s standing to Brendon, of how Brendon is still shirtless and his pants aren’t even buttoned.
It seems Brendon has noticed their proximity; he’s in the process of taking a step back when Spencer’s hand decides to reach up and intercept a water droplet running down Brendon’s abdomen. He makes contact, Brendon sucks in a breath.
Under his fingertips, Spencer can feel Brendon’s muscles tense and relax. The simple touch shouldn’t send a wave of desire to course through his body, but it does and it’s been so long since he has touched Brendon like this.
“Spencer.” Brendon whispers. Spencer turns his gaze to Brendon expecting him to move away, much to his surprise; Brendon takes a step towards him.
There is a question in Brendon’s eyes, a silent plea. Spencer has never been able to deny Brendon anything he wants, delay yes, deny never.
When Brendon steps forward again making Spencer’s fingertip-touch become a full touch; palm flat on Brendon’s stomach, that’s all the invitation Spencer needs.
Their mouths find each other, Spencer loves the way he has to tilt his head down and Brendon has to stand on his toes to kiss him properly. He wraps a possessive arm around Brendon pulling him closer and God he’s missed this so much.
Brendon’s mouth on his is hot and urgent, seeking entrance and plundering Spencer’s mouth. His hands are everywhere, unbuttoning Spencer pants and trying to pull his shirt up and off all at the same time. He makes a frustrated sound when his actions don’t succeed.
In different circumstances Spencer would have found Brendon’s attempts funny, though not now. This feels too sudden and Spencer feels that if he lets Brendon think about what they’re doing, for one second, Brendon’s going to pull back and say it’s a bad idea. Spencer always respects Brendon’s wishes but being together always feels right and anything else just doesn’t.
With that in mind Spencer gives Brendon a long lingering kiss that leaves Brendon clinging to Spencer arms, looking confused when Spencer pulls away to shed his clothes. And really it should be a world record because his clothes are off in less time than it takes Brendon to blink.
The speed in which Brendon attaches his lips back to Spencer’s should also be a world record. Spencer pulls down Brendon’s jeans and with some clever wiggling from Brendon his jeans are around his ankles and he kicks them off.
They’re still kissing when Spencer backs Brendon the short distance to the bed. Brendon sits on the bed and scoots back; Spencer’s following not leaving an inch of space between them.
Spencer pushes Brendon down on the bed and starts kissing his neck sucking lightly, Brendon moans and arch up into him. Spencer can feel how hard Brendon is and grinds down against him. Brendon’s skin is hot and starting to sweat a little, Spencer can smell the kind of soap he used and inhales deeply.
“Spencer.” Brendon moans. His hand is between their bodies and he takes Spencer in his hand giving him a firm stroke; he must feel the urgency too. Brendon locks eyes with Spencer licks his lips and runs his thumb over the head of Spencer’s cock.
From that point on is a flurry of movements. Brendon points to his bedside table and Spencer nods retrieving the condom and lube. There’s some lube gone from the tube and Spencer can just picture Brendon touching himself at night when Spencer’s just a few feet away.
Someone makes a desperate groan, Spencer’s pretty sure it’s him but he could care less. Brendon is beneath him arching up spreading his legs giving Spencer more room. By the time Spencer has two lubed fingers in Brendon; Brendon is panting and pushing back into him.
Spencer’s getting ready to add a third finger, because Brendon is still so fucking tight, when Brendon shakes his head.
“No. No. No more.” Spencer freezes above Brendon and he feels his mouth go dry, Brendon wants to stop?
Before he can voice his thoughts Brendon sits up, grabs Spencer by the shoulders and kisses him opened mouth with tongue. Spencer is too surprised to do anything but kiss back. He feels the world tilting on its sides and next thing he knows he’s on his back with Brendon straddling him.
His hands automatically go to Brendon’s hips and they grind into each other. Brendon groans and pulls back enough to slide the condom on Spencer. Spencer helps Brendon guide himself and from there on its Brendon’s show.
Brendon breaths deeply his eyes are open and lock with Spencer’s. They’re eyes go the same width when the head of Spencer’s cock pushes into Brendon. Brendon closes his eyes and throws his head back taking Spencer inch, by agonizing inch.
Spencer still can’t believe how tight Brendon is. All he can do is let go of Brendon’s hips to clench his hands into the sheets and wait until he’s completely inside Brendon.
It still gives him a thrill down his spine to know he’s the only one that’s been with Brendon like this, the only person to know how incredibly good Brendon feels around his cock and if he has any say he’ll be the only one to know Brendon’s body this intimately.
Above him Brendon’s thighs quiver and he sighs when he finally has Spencer all the way in him.
“Spencer.” Brendon breathes out.
And this is the only time Brendon is ever still, the moment right after Spencer is encased in him. It drives Spencer crazy having to wait but it’s worth it to see the expression on Brendon’s face it’s full of wonder as if he’s savoring every inch of Spencer and just enjoying how perfect they fit together.
After that second of calm comes the storm. Brendon rises up and down building a fast rhythm. They’re moves are erratic and Spencer can’t catch up to Brendon but it still feels perfect. The sounds Spencer and Brendon make, combine with the slap of slick flesh against slick flesh to make the soundtrack to their world right now.
“Spencer you.” Brendon pants his hands are now braced on Spencer’s chest giving himself more purchase.
“You.” Brendon tries to talk, bites his lip and looks straight at Spencer. “You belong there.” He whispers hoarsely.
Spencer’s feels his breath hitch and he couldn’t agree more, they belong together in every way. He plants his feet on the bed and tries to thrust up to match Brendon’s rhythm and they’re almost there but Brendon’s still moving too fast; he pulls up Spencer’s pulls down and slips out of Brendon.
The loss of contact is almost as if he lost his arm. Brendon makes a desperate needy sound. Spencer takes a firm hold of Brendon’s hips, surges up and kisses Brendon’s lips swallowing his protest.
He flips Brendon over and this is much better. Brendon seems to agree; he wraps his legs around Spencer and pushes up as Spencer pushes back into him. Nothing has ever felt this perfect. They start moving; finally, finally they find a rhythm.
Brendon meets all of Spencer’s thrusts. Spencer angles his thrust a little deeper and knows he’s found Brendon’s prostate when Brendon takes in a sharp breath and seems to hold it before letting out a broken breath.
“Oh God. Right there.” He says through clenched teeth. Spencer smiles and leans down to place a quick kiss to Brendon’s, now swollen, lips.
When he sits back up, he takes a hold of Brendon’s cock. Brendon arches into his touch and moans; his breathing is more gasps than actual breaths.
“Spencer please.” Brendon’s gasps out. Spencer tightens his grip on Brendon runs his thumb over the head, slick with precome, and twist his wrist just so, just the way he knows drives Brendon crazy.
Brendon’s hands go to his shoulder, Spencer can feel blunt finger nails dig into his skin. There’ll be marks there later and he thinks he can’t wait to see them. It only takes a few more strokes before Brendon is coming all over Spencer’s hand and his stomach.
Spencer can feel Brendon tighten around him and it feels amazing. He fights to keep his eyes open; he takes in Brendon’s face screwed up in pleasure. He keeps stroking Brendon riding him through his orgasm. Brendon sighs, his face relaxes, he opens his eyes; a content lazy smile on his face, his rhythm’s still perfect but now tightening every time Spencer pulls out.
He’s close so close, Spencer is in the process of tasting Brendon’s come from his finger; because it’s been too fucking long, when Brendon grabs his wrist and takes his middle finger into his mouth, he sucks hard and that’s all the extra stimulus Spencer needs before he’s coming harder than he has in awhile.
“Brendon,” he manages to choke out before he collapses down onto Brendon’s chest. He feels Brendon’s legs relax around his waist but his arms come up to wrap around Spencer.
Everything after that is too hazy or too clear. Spencer vaguely remembers pulling out of Brendon and discarding the condom. He vividly remembers lying down next to Brendon and kissing him lazily for what seems like hours before he tucks Brendon’s head under his chin, because that’s just how they fit best after sex.
He doesn’t remember falling asleep, but he dreams in colors and sounds. Sounds so beautiful and warm, like Brendon’s voice, he loves Brendon’s voice, Brendon shouldn’t have quit the band.
Quick Note: Umm I think I completely fail at writing sex scenes, sorry if that one sucked.
Part II