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Title: Sleep
Author: clairejw
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
Rating: G
POV: Third
Summary: “Never mind.” They said quickly. “You seem to be saying that a lot.” Brendon said suspiciously. Spencer blushed again.
Disclaimer: I do not know or own Panic! At The Disco. The only thing I own is the plot.
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Brendon had started sleepwalking. Frequently. Into Spencer’s room. And into Spencer’s bed.
“Brendon, what are you doing? It’s three in the morning.”
“Nnghrhf…” He murmured, snuggling closer to the other warm body occupying the single bed.
“Of course.” Spencer muttered
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“Where am I?” Brendon asked sleepily the next morning.
“I will give you the same answer I gave you yesterday morning. And the morning before that. And the morning before that. You are in my room. You came in here last night and hopped into bed with me. You have been doing so for a week now.”
“Oh…sorry.”
“Yeh.”
“Maybe,” yawned Brendon, “maybe my subconscious wants to sleep with you.”
“Your subconscious would take up a lot less room that you. Perhaps next time you can send it in. Now please leave my room.” Spencer pushed Brendon off the bed.
“Spencer Smith, that hurt. A lot. Tonight, I’m going to kick you in your sleep.” Brendon huffed, picking himself up.
“No, tonight you will be staying in your own room. I’ve made an executive decision. I’m locking your door. From the outside.”
“You can’t do that! What if I need to pee?”
“I’ll give you a bottle. However, if you’re not out of my room in 5 seconds, I'll make you hold it until the morning.” Spencer pushed at Brendon’s leg with his foot as he scampered from the room.
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True to his word, Spencer locked Brendon in his room that night. He was, however, woken at 3am by a repeated banging resounding throughout the house. Spencer leapt from his bed quickly and raced to the front door, with his immediate thought being that Ryan was in trouble. A banging similar to this had woken Spencer many nights as a teenager, until he realised he could leave his window open. Out of habit, he still did. Sometimes, Ryan still crawled through.
After dramatically throwing open the front door and finding an empty porch, he followed the sound to Brendon’s room. When he opened the door, he found Brendon in a sobbing heap on the floor.
“Hey…hey, what’s wrong?” Spencer asked, dropping to his knees. Brendon murmured incoherently and continued to cry.
“Sleep…can’t…want to…”
“Brendon, you’re not making any sense. Come on, we’ll go into the bathroom.” Spencer helped Brendon to the bathroom, washed his face, and sat him down on the toilet seat. “What’s going on with you, huh?”
“Can’t sleep.” Brendon whispered, staring at his feet. “I need to be near someone, I’m not used to not having someone more than a metre away from me.”
“Is that why you’ve been coming into my bed at night?” Spencer questioned softly. Brendon nodded and sniffled, wrapping his arms around himself. “You could have just told me, you know.”
“I couldn’t Spencer. You’d think. You’re so. I don’t know.”
“Emotionally retarded?” Spencer offered.
“Brave. Confident. Everything.” Brendon looked up at Spencer. “You’re so stable.”
“I’m not. Brendon, I’m terrified. Ryan worries the shit out of me, Jon worries the shit out of me, and now you’re worrying me. I’ve slept better with you in my bed than I have in…forever.” Spencer squeezed Brendon’s knee and pulled him into a hug. “Come on, let’s go get some sleep. We’ll stay in your room, you have a bigger bed.”
“I didn’t mean to worry you.” Brendon said, once they reached the room. He clambered onto the bed, and pulled the covers up to his neck.
“It’s my job to worry. If I didn’t worry about the band, who would?” Spencer flicked off the light and lay down next to Brendon, who immediately curled up and sighed happily.
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“Does Ryan still climb in through your window?” Brendon asked the next morning, as the two lay in bed.
“At least once a week.” Spencer answered.
“Why does Jon worry you?”
“He gets lonely easily. I don’t like the idea of him being alone in Chicago.” Spencer sat up and tugged at his hair in a vain attempt to flatten in. A familiar ‘thud’ in Spencer’s room signalled Ryan’s arrival. “In the guest room, Ry.”
“Ask him to stay with us.” Brendon whispered excitedly. Ryan shuffled into the room and sat on the edge of the bed.
“I haven’t slept in a week.” He confessed, dragging a shaky hand through his hair.
“Stay with us.” Spencer said, tugging Ryan towards him. “We need you.”
“Jon will be here tomorrow.” Ryan said, curling up in between Spencer and Brendon. “He hasn’t slept either. I’ve been speaking to him every night.”
“You didn’t call me?” Spencer sounded slightly affronted.
“I didn’t want to bother you.” Ryan murmured.
“Ryan, you idiot.” Spencer said. Ryan shrugged and started picking at his fingernails.
“I just. You’re busy with Brendon.” He said softly.
“What do you mean?” Spencer asked, with cheeks flushed.
“You’re. You’re in bed together. I thought…”
“We couldn’t sleep.” Brendon piped up. “What were you thinking?”
“Never mind.” Ryan said quickly.
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Spencer had never felt more at home than he did when we was on the tour bus. As cramped, stuffy, and frustrating as it was…he felt out of place anywhere else. Spencer was resting contently against Brendon on the small couch, watching…some movie he wasn’t paying attention to. Ryan smirked knowingly as he walked past, and Spencer blushed.
“What’s up with him?” Brendon asked innocently.
“Never mind.” Spencer said quickly.
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Spencer watched Brendon intently as he licked the ice-cream off his spoon.
“Concentrating hard, Spencer?” Ryan smirked as he sat down. Spencer blushed. Brendon raised an eyebrow.
“What’s going on?” He asked, setting the now clean spoon on the table.
“Nothing.” Spencer and Ryan said in unison.
“Seriously, what's up with you two?”
“Never mind.” They said quickly.
“You seem to be saying that a lot.” Brendon said suspiciously. Spencer blushed again. Ryan coughed and stood up quickly.
“I, uh…Jon’s calling me.” He ran to the other end of the bus and hid in his bunk.
“Spencer?” Brendon asked.
“Yes?” Spencer squeaked.
“Spencer.”
“Yeh.” Spencer sighed and dropped his head onto the table. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
“Uh…I didn’t actually. But go on, you’re intriguing me.” Said Brendon, cocking his head slightly to the left.
“Yeh. I’m kind of in love with you.”
“I’m sorry, what was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”
“Don’t fucking make me repeat it, you heard what I said.”
“See, now there’s the Spencer we know and love. Just for the record,” Brendon whispered, “I know I’m in love with you.”
“You. What?”
“You heard me.” Brendon laughed, taking Spencer’s hand. Spencer lifted his head from the table and grinned. “Idiot.”
“Oi. I am not.”
“You are too. Now shut-up so I can kiss you.”
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Author: clairejw
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
Rating: G
POV: Third
Summary: “Never mind.” They said quickly. “You seem to be saying that a lot.” Brendon said suspiciously. Spencer blushed again.
Disclaimer: I do not know or own Panic! At The Disco. The only thing I own is the plot.
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Brendon had started sleepwalking. Frequently. Into Spencer’s room. And into Spencer’s bed.
“Brendon, what are you doing? It’s three in the morning.”
“Nnghrhf…” He murmured, snuggling closer to the other warm body occupying the single bed.
“Of course.” Spencer muttered
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“Where am I?” Brendon asked sleepily the next morning.
“I will give you the same answer I gave you yesterday morning. And the morning before that. And the morning before that. You are in my room. You came in here last night and hopped into bed with me. You have been doing so for a week now.”
“Oh…sorry.”
“Yeh.”
“Maybe,” yawned Brendon, “maybe my subconscious wants to sleep with you.”
“Your subconscious would take up a lot less room that you. Perhaps next time you can send it in. Now please leave my room.” Spencer pushed Brendon off the bed.
“Spencer Smith, that hurt. A lot. Tonight, I’m going to kick you in your sleep.” Brendon huffed, picking himself up.
“No, tonight you will be staying in your own room. I’ve made an executive decision. I’m locking your door. From the outside.”
“You can’t do that! What if I need to pee?”
“I’ll give you a bottle. However, if you’re not out of my room in 5 seconds, I'll make you hold it until the morning.” Spencer pushed at Brendon’s leg with his foot as he scampered from the room.
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True to his word, Spencer locked Brendon in his room that night. He was, however, woken at 3am by a repeated banging resounding throughout the house. Spencer leapt from his bed quickly and raced to the front door, with his immediate thought being that Ryan was in trouble. A banging similar to this had woken Spencer many nights as a teenager, until he realised he could leave his window open. Out of habit, he still did. Sometimes, Ryan still crawled through.
After dramatically throwing open the front door and finding an empty porch, he followed the sound to Brendon’s room. When he opened the door, he found Brendon in a sobbing heap on the floor.
“Hey…hey, what’s wrong?” Spencer asked, dropping to his knees. Brendon murmured incoherently and continued to cry.
“Sleep…can’t…want to…”
“Brendon, you’re not making any sense. Come on, we’ll go into the bathroom.” Spencer helped Brendon to the bathroom, washed his face, and sat him down on the toilet seat. “What’s going on with you, huh?”
“Can’t sleep.” Brendon whispered, staring at his feet. “I need to be near someone, I’m not used to not having someone more than a metre away from me.”
“Is that why you’ve been coming into my bed at night?” Spencer questioned softly. Brendon nodded and sniffled, wrapping his arms around himself. “You could have just told me, you know.”
“I couldn’t Spencer. You’d think. You’re so. I don’t know.”
“Emotionally retarded?” Spencer offered.
“Brave. Confident. Everything.” Brendon looked up at Spencer. “You’re so stable.”
“I’m not. Brendon, I’m terrified. Ryan worries the shit out of me, Jon worries the shit out of me, and now you’re worrying me. I’ve slept better with you in my bed than I have in…forever.” Spencer squeezed Brendon’s knee and pulled him into a hug. “Come on, let’s go get some sleep. We’ll stay in your room, you have a bigger bed.”
“I didn’t mean to worry you.” Brendon said, once they reached the room. He clambered onto the bed, and pulled the covers up to his neck.
“It’s my job to worry. If I didn’t worry about the band, who would?” Spencer flicked off the light and lay down next to Brendon, who immediately curled up and sighed happily.
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“Does Ryan still climb in through your window?” Brendon asked the next morning, as the two lay in bed.
“At least once a week.” Spencer answered.
“Why does Jon worry you?”
“He gets lonely easily. I don’t like the idea of him being alone in Chicago.” Spencer sat up and tugged at his hair in a vain attempt to flatten in. A familiar ‘thud’ in Spencer’s room signalled Ryan’s arrival. “In the guest room, Ry.”
“Ask him to stay with us.” Brendon whispered excitedly. Ryan shuffled into the room and sat on the edge of the bed.
“I haven’t slept in a week.” He confessed, dragging a shaky hand through his hair.
“Stay with us.” Spencer said, tugging Ryan towards him. “We need you.”
“Jon will be here tomorrow.” Ryan said, curling up in between Spencer and Brendon. “He hasn’t slept either. I’ve been speaking to him every night.”
“You didn’t call me?” Spencer sounded slightly affronted.
“I didn’t want to bother you.” Ryan murmured.
“Ryan, you idiot.” Spencer said. Ryan shrugged and started picking at his fingernails.
“I just. You’re busy with Brendon.” He said softly.
“What do you mean?” Spencer asked, with cheeks flushed.
“You’re. You’re in bed together. I thought…”
“We couldn’t sleep.” Brendon piped up. “What were you thinking?”
“Never mind.” Ryan said quickly.
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Spencer had never felt more at home than he did when we was on the tour bus. As cramped, stuffy, and frustrating as it was…he felt out of place anywhere else. Spencer was resting contently against Brendon on the small couch, watching…some movie he wasn’t paying attention to. Ryan smirked knowingly as he walked past, and Spencer blushed.
“What’s up with him?” Brendon asked innocently.
“Never mind.” Spencer said quickly.
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Spencer watched Brendon intently as he licked the ice-cream off his spoon.
“Concentrating hard, Spencer?” Ryan smirked as he sat down. Spencer blushed. Brendon raised an eyebrow.
“What’s going on?” He asked, setting the now clean spoon on the table.
“Nothing.” Spencer and Ryan said in unison.
“Seriously, what's up with you two?”
“Never mind.” They said quickly.
“You seem to be saying that a lot.” Brendon said suspiciously. Spencer blushed again. Ryan coughed and stood up quickly.
“I, uh…Jon’s calling me.” He ran to the other end of the bus and hid in his bunk.
“Spencer?” Brendon asked.
“Yes?” Spencer squeaked.
“Spencer.”
“Yeh.” Spencer sighed and dropped his head onto the table. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
“Uh…I didn’t actually. But go on, you’re intriguing me.” Said Brendon, cocking his head slightly to the left.
“Yeh. I’m kind of in love with you.”
“I’m sorry, what was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”
“Don’t fucking make me repeat it, you heard what I said.”
“See, now there’s the Spencer we know and love. Just for the record,” Brendon whispered, “I know I’m in love with you.”
“You. What?”
“You heard me.” Brendon laughed, taking Spencer’s hand. Spencer lifted his head from the table and grinned. “Idiot.”
“Oi. I am not.”
“You are too. Now shut-up so I can kiss you.”
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