fic:It’s All Fun And Games Until Someone (Spencer) Gets Co©k-Blocked (brendon/spencer)
In celebration of the Cubbies winning today, err, yesterday I guess. I bring you a baseball fic and because Jon can’t be anything but a Cubs fan :)
Title: It’s All Fun And Games Until Someone (Spencer) Gets Co©k-Blocked
Author: cardel
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
POV: 3rd
Summary: Brendon watches baseball with Jon, provokes the wrath of the baseball Gods and Spencer comes to his rescue, kind of.
Word Count: 2131
Disclaimer: Sadly enough they’re not mine and this is just a work of fiction : (
Author Notes: Actually I know nothing about baseball, all members of my family are Cubs fans and I guess I am too by default.
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slashatthedisco and bandslashmania
The Cubs are doing great they really are and Brendon’s really happy because, even though he knows nothing about baseball, Jon is really happy and a happy Jon, correction, a mega happy Jon is the most awesomest thing in the world. He gives lots of extra hugs and cuddles and just makes everything better. Except for right now because the game has gone into extra innings and Jon is clutching a pillow and looking like his cat is going to have experimental surgery.
It’s like; he thinks that if he blinks and looks away they’ll lose. Actually Brendon knows that’s what Jon believes will happen. Jon told him so at the beginning of the season, he had gone on and on and on about how, “It’s gonna happen this year Bren just watch and see.”
And somehow Brendon found himself Jon’s baseball buddy, he now knows more about baseball than he knows about any other professional sport. He’s not sure if he’s happy or sad, that his long term memory is now partially occupied by rules and regulations, when he could use that space to store more important stuff like remembering that when in presence of Gabe Saporta to run, run far and fast because Gabe still hasn’t forgiven him for the whole cobras aren’t that great comment, Gabe can be really weird about his cobras.
His mind wonders back to the game, which is now at the bottom of the tenth, cubs are up to bat. And really he shouldn’t even know what that means. Jon is staring non-blinking and it’s starting to creep Brendon out a little. Jon startles him when he blinks and sighs.
“This is it Bren. We’ll get them next inning,” Jon says. Brendon realizes the reason Jon has looked away is because of commercials, which last like 30 seconds and seriously how cool is that why can't commercial be short like that for every show.
Brendon watches the short commercial break and is suddenly hungry for fast food. Hungry like, I just smoked pot and now have the munchies hungry, except he hasn’t had pot, which is sad but that’s okay. Brendon hopes the Cubs will get them in the next inning so he can go get food.
There’s a grumbling sound, Brendon sighs and pats his hungry tummy. He looks over at Jon who is back to staring loyally at the screen. He knows he can’t even try to leave. The one time he tried to leave during a game it had been a disaster; it had led to Jon telling them the rules.
Jon has beliefs; Brendon uses this term loosely as to not be offensive. Jon has explained the rules of watching baseball. These rules were law and written in stone according to Jon, it had been almost funny seeing Jon looking so serious as he delivered the rules.
There were three; one and most important, if you watch a game from the beginning you finish it, which was when Ryan and Spencer (stupid Spencer who had said, “Yeah we’ll watch the game, it’ll be fun.” How little did he know) had been the wiser and never watched another game with Jon again. There was a clause to the first rule which also said you couldn’t start watching a game in the middle it was all or nothing. Rule two; you can take pee breaks on commercials and commercials only. Rule three; no distractions, which broke into clauses, no laptops, no phones, (yes that means no texting Brendon) and no making out.
According to Jon the rules were to help break the curse, because “it’s gonna happen this year and we have to do all that’s possible to help out the team” It’s funny how he wasn’t even high when he had said that, but Brendon had been and had unwisely agreed to watch every game he could with Jon.
If Brendon had, had any doubt in Jon’s conviction the Fall Out Boy incident demolished all doubt. When Fall Out Boy was invited to sing at the seventh inning stretch Jon was devastated he was sure it was a bad, bad omen, since according to him, “Pete’s not worthy of singing at the seventh inning stretch. He’s not a true fan, he thinks it’s wrong to have a city divided by rivalry and the Cubs and White Sox should integrate and become one team and call themselves the White Cubs! The White Cubs! This is bad, bad, bad, bad.”
According to Jon the only way to set this wrong right had been to, not only watch the game loyally but to gather every piece of Cubs paraphernalia he had and build a shrine in front of the entertainment center.
Brendon had been a little scared by all the bobble heads staring at him with their creepy smiles. When the Cubs won Jon had danced around, texted Pete to tell him he had negated his bad omeness and also if they were ever invited back to the game Patrick should definitely be the one to sing.
But now Brendon’s starving, he hadn’t expected there to be extra innings. He is seriously thinking about breaking Jon’s third rule. He’ll just take his phone out tap a few keys and ask Spencer to bring him food. He’ll even blackmail him if he won’t; Brendon can go without sex for much longer than Spencer can.
Slowly ever so slowly he pulls out his side kick. He holds his breath and glances over at Jon. Jon’s still glued to the game. He uses his left hand, the one he can hide better from Jon who’s sitting to his right. Jon bites his lip and is leaning even more towards the television.
After his phone is open it’s easy and Brendon quickly types a message to Spencer.
Xtra innins :( brng fud or no sx 2nite :P
When he hits the send button several things happen, Jon gets up from the couch shouting, “No, no, no no, no.” and the opposing team makes two runs.
Brendon’s eyes go wide. The other team has scored two runs! And oh God, oh God what if he did that. What if Jon’s totally right and he broke the ritual and now he’s brought bad karma to the game and now the Cubs are going to lose. He looks down at his phone and quickly pockets it.
Brendon takes in a shaky breath, Jon looks over at him. Brendon freezes and is ready to apologize, get on his knees and beg Jon to have mercy on his young soul.
“I know man,” Jon says, Brendon cringes but Jon just smiles and pats his shoulder. “But we’re not out yet. We’ll get them at the bottom of the twelfth,” Jon says with conviction and turns back to watch the game.
Brendon feels guilty and now wishes he had asked Jon what he should do if ever a rule was broken. Well there’s only one thing to do, if Jon watching the game like he has no need for blinking helps out the team than maybe Brendon watching the game equally loyally will cancel out his bad karma.
It’s worth a try. Brendon leans forward in his seat and tries to concentrate really hard on the game. Kerry Wood is pitching; Brendon thinks Wood looks funny chewing, whatever it is he chews. He catches himself and shakes his head, no bad Brendon, watch the game not the funny masticating motions. Come on Kerry wood keep up the high fast ball.
When the Cubs win Brendon jumps up and into Jon’s arms. They’re still cheering and making fools of themselves when Spencer walks in.
“I bring you the food you demand and you repay me by humping Jon,” Spencer says and he does that little hip thing and Brendon’s suddenly hungry for something else.
Jon sets him down and frowns. “When did you ask him to bring you food?” Jon asks. He looks at Brendon all betrayed with sad puppy eyes and pouty lips.
And Brendon is like George Washington; he cannot tell a lie, a good lie, especially not to Jon Walker and his sad eyes. He takes in a deep breath and gets ready to tell Jon the truth and receive any punishment that might come.
“I told him I’d bring food after the game was over.” Spencer says before Brendon has the chance to confess to his crime.
“But how did you know the game was over? It went into extra innings.” Jon is giving Spencer a suspicious look.
“I know I was listening to it on the radio. I was just sitting out in the car waiting for it to be over so I could come in.” And Spencer is definitely no George Washington.
“Oh, okay” Jon says, accepting the lie and then, “food, so hungry.” Jon takes the bag of food and walks into the kitchen leaving Spencer and Brendon alone.
Spencer finds himself, abruptly, pushed down on the couch with Brendon straddling him. Brendon’s mouth is on his immediately and he gladly responds.
“You broke the rules.” He says quietly incase Jon decides to come back.
“I know, I know and Jon’s right as soon as I hit send the other team scored two runs. I thought Jon was going to know and was like going to kill me and offer me as a virgin sacrifice to the baseball Gods.” Brendon says his face serious.
“Umm wouldn’t you have to be a virgin for that?” Spencer asks holding back laughter.
“Shut up I’m making a point here which is; Jon’s rituals really do work and I’m never ever breaking them again.” Brendon says nodding his head furiously.
“Spencer I so owe you.” He states before he kisses Spencer again.
“Yes you do.” Spencer says between kisses. He bits lightly on Brendon’s lips which are just so perfect and kissable and bitable and look so good around his dick. Spencer grinds up into Brendon, who is just as hard as Spencer is.
“After I eat.” Brendon says pulling away from the kiss.
“No now.” And either Brendon has lost weight or Spencer’s just strong because he just stands up with Brendon and starts walking towards the door.
“No hungry!” Brendon whines even as he wraps his legs around Spencer.
Jon walks into the room and smiles around a steak chalupa. “Bye Bden thanks for watching the game with me.” He says and walks over to the door to open it for them, seeing as how Spencer’s hands are busy on Brendon’s ass.
Brendon makes grabby hands for Jon’s food as they walk by him. “Food! Jon food!”
“’s good.” Jon says and waves before closing the door. Brendon slumps his chin on Spencer’s shoulder and makes himself as heavy as he can.
“Fucker.” Spencer laughs when Brendon stars slipping from his arms. By that time they’ve made the short walk to Spencer’s car.
Brendon sulks and gets in the passenger seat as Spencer walks around and gets in the car. Spencer gives Brendon an evil grin and reaches into the back seat and pulls out a bag. Brendon’s eyes light up and he snatches the bag from Spencer and digs in to pull out the yummy-ness that is Taco Bell food.
“Spencer I love you.” He says around a mouthful of taco. “I’m going to suck you so hard when we get home.” Brendon states and to make his point he, slowly, licks and sucks sauce from his fingers moaning a little.
Spencer swallows and pulls out of Jon’s driveway. The drive home is quick, Spencer has never made it back from Jon’s place in under fifteen minutes, which is why they get pulled over two blocks from their house.
The police officer is in his squad car checking Spencer driver’s license and registration. Spencer looks pissed, Brendon eats the last his food thoughtfully.
“See this is what happens when you mess with the baseball Gods.” He says wisely.
“What? That’s ridiculous and even if it was true you’re the one who broke the rules.” Spencer accuses and he can’t even believe he’s even having this conversation right now.
“Well yes but you’re guilty through association, now the Gods are cock-blocking Spence.” Brendon says mournfully.
“Brendon, no, just no.” Spencer shakes his head.
And he thinks if anything the baseball Gods are mocking him for making his boyfriend watch baseball to begin with. But he doesn’t believe in superstitions and no breaking of some silly ritual is going to stop him from having sex with his boyfriend. He’ll show those so called baseball gods. Even though he secretly, quietly, wonders if watching the Cubs will placate the Gods, he makes a mental note to ask Jon later.
A/N: I kid you not, some of the rules mentioned are actually practiced in my house :-|