Ficlet | More Happy Ever After | PG | ~ 1100 words
At some point in time, I really wish that someone would just STOP ME, but, anyway. Egg babies.
More Happy Ever After
Spencer&Brendon (Ryan&Jon) | PG | ~1100 words | egg babies.
I'm going to go ahead and blame warmingweather for this. Thanks to elfiepike, ♥!
The thing is, right, Spencer probably is going to have to stop making bets with Ryan eventually.
Brendon says as much. "You need to stop making bets with Ryan," Brendon says, holding their egg up with his thumb and first finger and eyeing it.
Spencer's a little worried that maybe Brendon isn't holding it as carefully as he should be, but, whatever. He's not going to say that out loud. Instead, he reaches over nonchalantly and grabs the egg, setting it into the pile of napkins on his lap.
He looks down at the egg, and the egg-- does nothing. Because it's an egg.
"I want to name it Glen," Brendon says.
"That is a stupid name," Spencer says. "Do you want our egg to grow up to become a transvestite?"
Brendon scowls, really fiercely. "I wouldn't judge," and Spencer has to cut him off with an, "Okay, okay," because sometimes Brendon gets really riled up and goes off on long rants about letting people be their own people and like, shit about families. And also the part where it's an egg, and it's been pasteurized, so it's not actually going to grow up.
"We're naming it Bert," Spencer says, because that's a good name for an egg.
"This is an equal partnership, Spencer," Brendon says, reaching over to try and pick up the egg baby. Spencer slaps his hands away. Earlier today, he totally caught Brendon throwing their egg baby into the air with his hands.
Ryan and Jon walk in from the back of the bus. Their egg is in Ryan's vest pocket against his breastbone, which is going to work just great-- right up until the point when Brendon goes in for a big hug. Jon's hovering though, maybe he'd remember to stop Brendon, first.
"How's it going?" Spencer asks.
"Good," Ryan says. "You?"
"Yeah, good," Spencer says.
"Good."
Jon walks around beside Ryan and peeks into his pocket.
Ryan looks over at him and rolls his eyes.
"I'm just checking," Jon says. "Maybe it should be my turn to hold it for a while."
"No," Ryan says, blandly.
"'It'?" Brendon says. "You haven't even named it." He clicks his tongue. "Neglectful parenting."
"It," Ryan says, "is named Dionysus. So suck it."
Brendon opens his mouth, but Spencer cuts him off. There are fragile eggs around; it's important for everyone to stay calm. Spencer says, "You named your egg after the God of wine?"
"And merriment," Jon says, still hovering near Ryan.
--
Brendon makes Bert a little nest, padding the bottom of a cereal bowl with tiny marshmallows.
"It's like Easter!" Brendon says, smirking.
Spencer sets Bert into a cup, then turns around to punch Brendon in the arm.
--
Spencer dumps out the marshmallows, and lines the bowl with Kleenexes. He would really like to wrap up the whole thing in bubble wrap, but he's scared that the temptation of bubbles to pop might end up endangering the egg baby.
--
They leave their eggs with Zack when they go on stage. He leaves them in the dressing room because, "I'm babysitting you idiots, not your egg babies," Zack informs them, when Jon starts fussing about the eggs being left alone.
"I think our egg is bigger than most eggs," Jon says, once they're back on the bus, sitting in the lounge and half-watching a movie. "Like maybe its shell is a little thicker than normal."
"You would have a thick egg," Spencer snaps back. Brendon keeps glancing back and forth between the two eggs, so Spencer elbows him, hard, in the side. "The eggs are exactly the same fucking size, shut your mouth, Jon."
"Whatever you say, Spence," Ryan says, all pointedly and shit.
Spencer passes Bert to Brendon and throws himself across the room.
Jon flies through the air, tacking Spencer to the ground. "He's holding our egg," Jon says. Then ooof, when Spencer flips them over and smushes Jon's face into the carpet.
"Yay!" Brendon cheers.
Spencer's head whips around. "Don't flail when you're holding our egg, you idiot!"
--
The egg baby doesn't even do anything, but Spencer's tired. Eggs are very fragile, and also, Spencer isn't losing another bet with Ryan. The beard thing end up turning out really awesome, but Spencer is worried that his black shirt is going to start rotting while it is still on his body.
"Watch Bert," Spencer says, opening Brendon's curtains and passing over the egg. "I'll make hot chocolate for you, too."
Brendon nods, and rests the egg on his belly. Spencer watches for a long minute, but Brendon's breathing very carefully, and the egg doesn't appear in danger of rolling away.
Spencer boils water in the electric kettle. Hot chocolate tastes a lot better when it's made with milk, but it's not like there's any good way to heat up milk on a bus. It's lucky that they don't have a real baby.
Spencer scoops in two spoons of hot chocolate mix into one mug, and five scoops into the other one. Then, he adds a couple more scoops into the first one.
Spencer carries the mugs back to the bunks, walking carefully. When he gets close to Brendon's bunk, he hears something.
Pushing open the curtain, gingerly, with one elbow, and, "What do ya know there's so much to be done: count all the bees in the hive, chase all the clouds from the sky," Brendon sings, hands cupped loosely around the egg, resting on his lower belly.
"Chase the clouds away," Spencer climes in.
"Back to the days of Christopher Robin," Brendon sings, looking up at Spencer instead of at the egg, this time.
Spencer leans over and sets both of the mugs down on the ground, then hoists himself up, carefully, carefully -- "Do you have it?" he says. "Got it," Brendon says. "Seriously, is it going to be squished?" Spencer asks. "I've got it," Brendon says -- into the bunk, and settling beside Brendon.
"Back to the days of Pooh," Brendon sings, quietly.
"Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh," Spencer finishes.
Spencer scoots a little closer until his forehead is resting on Brendon's shoulder.
"Have you got the egg baby?" he asks.
Brendon says, "Yeah, I got it."
More Happy Ever After
Spencer&Brendon (Ryan&Jon) | PG | ~1100 words | egg babies.
I'm going to go ahead and blame warmingweather for this. Thanks to elfiepike, ♥!
The thing is, right, Spencer probably is going to have to stop making bets with Ryan eventually.
Brendon says as much. "You need to stop making bets with Ryan," Brendon says, holding their egg up with his thumb and first finger and eyeing it.
Spencer's a little worried that maybe Brendon isn't holding it as carefully as he should be, but, whatever. He's not going to say that out loud. Instead, he reaches over nonchalantly and grabs the egg, setting it into the pile of napkins on his lap.
He looks down at the egg, and the egg-- does nothing. Because it's an egg.
"I want to name it Glen," Brendon says.
"That is a stupid name," Spencer says. "Do you want our egg to grow up to become a transvestite?"
Brendon scowls, really fiercely. "I wouldn't judge," and Spencer has to cut him off with an, "Okay, okay," because sometimes Brendon gets really riled up and goes off on long rants about letting people be their own people and like, shit about families. And also the part where it's an egg, and it's been pasteurized, so it's not actually going to grow up.
"We're naming it Bert," Spencer says, because that's a good name for an egg.
"This is an equal partnership, Spencer," Brendon says, reaching over to try and pick up the egg baby. Spencer slaps his hands away. Earlier today, he totally caught Brendon throwing their egg baby into the air with his hands.
Ryan and Jon walk in from the back of the bus. Their egg is in Ryan's vest pocket against his breastbone, which is going to work just great-- right up until the point when Brendon goes in for a big hug. Jon's hovering though, maybe he'd remember to stop Brendon, first.
"How's it going?" Spencer asks.
"Good," Ryan says. "You?"
"Yeah, good," Spencer says.
"Good."
Jon walks around beside Ryan and peeks into his pocket.
Ryan looks over at him and rolls his eyes.
"I'm just checking," Jon says. "Maybe it should be my turn to hold it for a while."
"No," Ryan says, blandly.
"'It'?" Brendon says. "You haven't even named it." He clicks his tongue. "Neglectful parenting."
"It," Ryan says, "is named Dionysus. So suck it."
Brendon opens his mouth, but Spencer cuts him off. There are fragile eggs around; it's important for everyone to stay calm. Spencer says, "You named your egg after the God of wine?"
"And merriment," Jon says, still hovering near Ryan.
--
Brendon makes Bert a little nest, padding the bottom of a cereal bowl with tiny marshmallows.
"It's like Easter!" Brendon says, smirking.
Spencer sets Bert into a cup, then turns around to punch Brendon in the arm.
--
Spencer dumps out the marshmallows, and lines the bowl with Kleenexes. He would really like to wrap up the whole thing in bubble wrap, but he's scared that the temptation of bubbles to pop might end up endangering the egg baby.
--
They leave their eggs with Zack when they go on stage. He leaves them in the dressing room because, "I'm babysitting you idiots, not your egg babies," Zack informs them, when Jon starts fussing about the eggs being left alone.
"I think our egg is bigger than most eggs," Jon says, once they're back on the bus, sitting in the lounge and half-watching a movie. "Like maybe its shell is a little thicker than normal."
"You would have a thick egg," Spencer snaps back. Brendon keeps glancing back and forth between the two eggs, so Spencer elbows him, hard, in the side. "The eggs are exactly the same fucking size, shut your mouth, Jon."
"Whatever you say, Spence," Ryan says, all pointedly and shit.
Spencer passes Bert to Brendon and throws himself across the room.
Jon flies through the air, tacking Spencer to the ground. "He's holding our egg," Jon says. Then ooof, when Spencer flips them over and smushes Jon's face into the carpet.
"Yay!" Brendon cheers.
Spencer's head whips around. "Don't flail when you're holding our egg, you idiot!"
--
The egg baby doesn't even do anything, but Spencer's tired. Eggs are very fragile, and also, Spencer isn't losing another bet with Ryan. The beard thing end up turning out really awesome, but Spencer is worried that his black shirt is going to start rotting while it is still on his body.
"Watch Bert," Spencer says, opening Brendon's curtains and passing over the egg. "I'll make hot chocolate for you, too."
Brendon nods, and rests the egg on his belly. Spencer watches for a long minute, but Brendon's breathing very carefully, and the egg doesn't appear in danger of rolling away.
Spencer boils water in the electric kettle. Hot chocolate tastes a lot better when it's made with milk, but it's not like there's any good way to heat up milk on a bus. It's lucky that they don't have a real baby.
Spencer scoops in two spoons of hot chocolate mix into one mug, and five scoops into the other one. Then, he adds a couple more scoops into the first one.
Spencer carries the mugs back to the bunks, walking carefully. When he gets close to Brendon's bunk, he hears something.
Pushing open the curtain, gingerly, with one elbow, and, "What do ya know there's so much to be done: count all the bees in the hive, chase all the clouds from the sky," Brendon sings, hands cupped loosely around the egg, resting on his lower belly.
"Chase the clouds away," Spencer climes in.
"Back to the days of Christopher Robin," Brendon sings, looking up at Spencer instead of at the egg, this time.
Spencer leans over and sets both of the mugs down on the ground, then hoists himself up, carefully, carefully -- "Do you have it?" he says. "Got it," Brendon says. "Seriously, is it going to be squished?" Spencer asks. "I've got it," Brendon says -- into the bunk, and settling beside Brendon.
"Back to the days of Pooh," Brendon sings, quietly.
"Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh," Spencer finishes.
Spencer scoots a little closer until his forehead is resting on Brendon's shoulder.
"Have you got the egg baby?" he asks.
Brendon says, "Yeah, I got it."