fic: the curves of your lips, brendon/spencer
Title: The Curves of Your Lips
Rating: PG
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
Summary: First time kisses.
Word Count: 1812
Disclaimer: The boys belong to themselves and possibly each other. The title was taken from a quote in Oscar Wilde’s, The Picture of Dorian Gray which, also, not mine. Full quote is “The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history.”
Beta: srchxandxdstry
A/N: So this was written for an awesome prompt afterxbirth wrote which basically said Brendon/Spencer first kiss in a movie theatre, I hope you like it.
Let it never be said that Spencer Smith is a bad brother or friend. It is Saturday morning and he has agreed to take his sisters to an early movie so his parents can decorate the house for the girls’ joint birthday party.
Spencer is a good son but perhaps not such a good friend, since he also volunteers the aid of his best friend Brendon Urie. And perhaps he’s not such a good brother either because he, along with Brendon, are having too much fun throwing candy at the back of Crystal’s and Jackie’s heads. In his defense it’s their fault for deciding to sit a few rows in front of them.
Crystal and Jackie do not appreciate the bombardment and retaliate by throwing popcorn back. It’s a good thing it’s so early and they’re the only ones in the theatre or else they would have been thrown out ten minutes ago. The battle finally ends when the girls get fed up and threaten to call his mom and have him grounded if they don’t let them watch the rest of the movie in peace.
Spencer and Brendon get banished to the very back of the theatre. Brendon plops down on a seat, he’s still laughing because Spencer just got black mailed by his little sisters.
“Just wait until Ryan hears this - you’re never going to live it down,” Brendon says through his laughter.
Spencer shrugs. He’s not worried; he has worse stuff on Ryan then this. He throws the last Skittle at Brendon’s face before sitting down next to him. Brendon catches it in his mouth and throws up victory arms.
“Dork,” Spencer says with nothing but affection in his voice.
“I know you are but what am I?” Brendon sing-songs. Spencer laughs again, because hanging out with Brendon is always fun no matter what.
“I am the sexy beast who schools you at Guitar Hero and Halo,” Spencer says with a straight face. Brendon gasps and twists in his seat so he’s facing Spencer better.
“Those are lies, Spencer Smith,” Brendon says with mock outrage and leans forward into Spencer’s space, his hands resting on the armrest between them for balance.
“Well, except for the sexy part, because you are.” Spencer raises an eyebrow.
Brendon’s eyes go wide, realizing what he just said. “I mean you know, you do that thing with your hips like a girl, not that you look like a girl or are sexy like a girl, I mean-” Brendon continues, his face right there in front of Spencer, teeth worrying his full bottom lip.
“You’re hot, that is, but not like a girl, like a boy. No I mean like a man, a young man,” Brendon continues babbling, unaware that Spencer’s attention is elsewhere - his mouth to be precise.
Spencer’s always kind of had the impulse to kiss Brendon’s lips just to see if they were as soft as they look.
“… even though, sometimes, you wear girl’s jeans, which totally compliment your hips, but it’s cool because you’re really secure in your sexuality and you don’t really care what.”
Spencer watches Brendon’s lips move and suddenly he’s all too aware that he has never kissed anyone before and he wants Brendon to be his first kiss.
“… kind of admirable and I think being confident is what really makes you.” Brendon’s words hardly register with Spencer.
Without further thought than ‘what the hell, he thinks I’m hot’, Spencer closes his eyes, darts forward and crushes their lips together, literally - it kind of hurts because Brendon was still talking and Spencer bumped his lips on Brendon's teeth. Brendon gasps, loudly, he goes quiet and stills. Spencer lips are now on the very corner of Brendon’s unmoving lips. He opens his eyes to find Brendon staring at him with wide, shocked eyes.
“Sorry,” Spencer says, frantically pulling away from Brendon.
Holy shit! Who does things like that? Since when does ‘I think you’re hot’ translate to ‘you can kiss me’. Brendon must think he’s a freak if the way he’s staring at Spencer is any indication. Spencer ducks his head. “Brendon, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have.”
“No, no Spencer.” There is a hand on his upper arm; reluctantly, Spencer looks up at Brendon who is biting his lip, drawing Spencer’s entire attention back to his mouth before his gaze travels up to Brendon’s eyes.
“I wasn’t ready,” Brendon says in a soft whisper.
Out of all the things Spencer expected Brendon to say, that was not it. He swallows nervously and cocks his head slightly and asks, “What?”
“I mean. I mean, I wasn’t ready. We could,” Brendon trails off quietly before continuing again, “Could we try again?” It’s Brendon’s turn to blush and duck his head. Spencer shouldn’t find that completely adorable but he does - it makes him want to slip his hand under Brendon’s chin, lift up his face and lean forward again to kiss those full lips.
His brain to mouth and motor function filter must be out of commission because before he knows what he’s doing, he’s got his fingers under Brendon’s chin and he’s slowly tilting Brendon’s face up.
Spencer throws one quick glance towards his sisters who are still engrossed in the movie before he asks, “Are you ready now?”
There’s a small smile playing on Brendon’s lips before he nods his head. Spencer leans forward as does Brendon. This time he keeps his eyes opened. Brendon’s eyes flutter and close a millisecond before their lips touch. Spencer feels a wave of tenderness and lets his own eyes slip shut as he kisses Brendon’s lips.
Brendon lips are soft. The kiss makes Spencer’s lips tingle - he can feel his heart hammering in his chest and his hands start to sweat a little because he has no idea what he’s doing and he’s pretty sure Brendon doesn’t know either.
They’re just touching lips but it feels great. Spencer can feel Brendon tilting his head a little to the side, trying out a new position, a better position. It’s almost a shock to Spencer to realize how exhilarating it is to know that they’re both clueless here, they’re both clueless and learning this together, stumbling and learning what the other likes.
Spencer pulls back a little and leans in again, fitting his mouth over Brendon’s, lick’s Brendon’s full bottom lip before taking it in between his own lips. Brendon tilts his head back a little and lets out a soft noise like a sigh as he kisses Spencer back. They exchange slow, tentative kisses before they break apart.
Brendon is blushing, which makes Spencer smile but then Brendon licks his lips and Spencer is leaning forward again chasing Brendon’s tongue inside his mouth. In theory, Spencer knows that French kissing involves two tongues touching - in practice it is so much more than he expected.
The first touch of Brendon’s tongue sends a jolt of awareness through Spencer’s body. He presses closer to Brendon, wishing the armrest wasn’t between them. His hands go up to cradle the nape of Brendon’s neck, not pulling or guiding; just holding. Brendon’s hand goes to the spot above his hip. The weight and warmth of his hand makes Spencer feel anchored down, which, he’s surprised to learn, is reassuring.
Spencer continues to explore Brendon’s mouth. Brendon tastes sweet from all the candy he ate earlier but there is a taste under all the sugar that is unmistakably Brendon, just Brendon. Spencer seeks the taste out until he feels like it’s a part of him, until he feels like he’s memorized it enough to never forget it and until he feels breathless and he has to move away to breathe.
“Wow,” Brendon says sounding just as breathless as Spencer feels.
“Yeah,” Spencer agrees, because he’s not sure he’s able to speak any words more complicated than that.
Spencer is still holding onto the back of Brendon’s head but Brendon doesn’t seem in a hurry to move, so he leaves his hands where they are. They’re just smiling, goofily, at each other when Spencer’s thoughts, the ones that don’t have anything to do with Brendon, mouth and hot, catch up to him. He just kissed his best friend, he just kissed his best friend and it was awesome.
Suddenly he feels unsure; he lets his hands drop from the back of Brendon’s head down to Brendon’s arms.
“That was okay, right?” Spencer asks.
In answer Brendon leans forward and kisses him lightly at first then he adds pressure. Spencer opens his mouth and lets Brendon’s tongue slip inside - the move is shy at first then it becomes less tentative and more curious, which makes Spencer wish they were in his bedroom so he could push Brendon down on his bed and have all the time in the world to just kiss and touch.
“That was more than okay,” Brendon finally says when he pulls away.
“So you wouldn’t mind doing this again, right?” Spencer has to know he can’t just go around assuming Brendon wants to kiss him as much as Spencer wants to kiss him outside of a dark movie theatre.
Brendon looks at him like he’s an idiot but he smiles bashfully when he says, “I’m pretty sure I spent like ten minutes rambling on about how hot I think you are.”
Spencer smiles because, while he was only half listening, that had been pretty epic. However, that’s not a real answer; Spencer opens his mouth to say as much but Brendon’s cuts him of.
“Though, next time should definitely not be in a dark theatre with your sisters a few rows in front of us,” Brendon says, echoing Spencer’s previous thoughts. “But I wouldn’t say no to extensive make out sessions in your room or mine,” he finishes with an exaggerated waggle of his eyebrows.
Spencer laughs because he has a crush on the biggest dork besides himself. “I think we can arrange that,” says Spencer.
A bout of loud laughter from his sisters draws their attention, and they look up at the screen but it seems that they missed the punch line - Spencer could care less. They pull away from each other and sit back on their seats to face the screen. Any further kissing is postponed until they’re alone.
Spencer contemplates holding Brendon’s hand. He rolls his eyes at himself; he just had his tongue down Brendon’s mouth, holding his hand shouldn’t make him feel equally nervous.
He grabs Brendon’s hand before he can chicken out and promptly feels like a giant dork but before he can take his hand back Brendon intertwines their fingers and rests his head on Spencer’s shoulder. Spencer relaxes, tilts his head until it’s resting against the top of Brendon’s head and pretends to watch the rest of the movie.