Together Is Our Favorite Way To Be | Brendon/Spencer | NC-17
Title: Together Is Our Favorite Way To Be
Author: emmyatthedisco
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
POV: 3rd, Spencer
Summary: A day in the life of Brendon Urie and Spencer Smith. From morning coffee to hours at the beach to dinner time.
Disclaimer: Not real, i own nothing but the plot.
Beta: the_randomist
Author Notes: Inspired by the line in the newest Spencer interview where he says ""...around the time I moved in with Brendon." Basically i wanted to write a domestic fic. =D
Waking up next to Brendon Urie was always different, and never stopped being a treat. Some days, if he’d been up late the night before, Brendon could be adorably sleepy, snuggling tightly in against Spencer’s chest and refusing to move. Other days, if he was awake before Spencer, Brendon would kiss the other man awake slowly. If he was feeling particularly devious, Brendon might slither down the bed and wake Spencer up with a nice blowjob. Most mornings though, they drifted awake around roughly the same time, crawling out of bed to feed the dogs and make coffee together.
That particular morning, however, Spencer woke up to find Brendon still fast asleep, sprawled out on his side of the bed. One of the dogs had wormed his way between the two of them sometime during the night and Spencer rolled over to get as close to Brendon as he could with Bogart in the way. Brendon wasn’t picturesquely beautiful as he slept, face mashed into a pillow, hair everywhere, mouth open. Still, it made warm affection pool lazily in Spencer stomach and he smiled, reaching out to run a hand through Brendon’s messy hair.
Spencer could sense Brendon waking up, feel the way he was tensing shifting as he was dragged toward consciousness. The other man snuffled, before cracking an eye open and groaning “Ugh, dog!” Spencer laughed, looking down to where Bogart’s feet were pressing into Brendon stomach.
“Get outta here,” Spencer said to the dog, nudging him with a knee until Bogart struggled to his feet and jumped off the bed. Brendon sighed happily, rolling over until he was laying against Spencer, slipping an arm around Spencer’s waist.
“Better,” Brendon said happily, pressing his sleep-warm face into Spencer’s neck. Spencer smiled.
“Last day before tour,” Spencer said absently, running his hand up and down Brendon’s back, just to feel the muscles bunch under his hands. Just because he could. “What do you want to do?”
Brendon leaned back, cracking one eye open to look up at Spencer. “Beach?” He asked hopefully, and Spencer nodded. It’d be nice to spend one more day in the surf.
“Mkay.” A smile spread across Brendon’s face, and Spencer leaned down to taste it, heedless of morning breath. Brendon hummed in contentment, running his fingers over Spencer’s beard in that way he knew always made Spencer giggle. “Coffee first, I think,” Spencer said, pulling away and Brendon nodded.
They clambered out of bed and Spencer went to hunt for a pair of sweat pants. He could hear the faint pop of Brendon stretching out the cricks in his spine, and as he bent over to fish a pair of pants from under the bed, he could feel the weight of Brendon’s gaze on him.
He turned around to find Brendon watching him with an appreciative look on his face. It still made Spencer flush occasionally, even after all this time, the open way Brendon looked at him. He smiled big and wide saying “You staring at my ass, Urie?”
Brendon nodded happily, not the least bit shameful, and Spencer chucked Brendon his own pants still smiling. He made his way out into the kitchen while Brendon attempted to hop into his pants. Spencer set about making coffee, smiling when Brendon came up behind him to wrap him in a hug.
“Morning,” Brendon mutter, pressing a kiss into Spencer’s shoulder.
“Morning,” Spencer returned, feeling a small silly smile spread across his face. “Be useful, feed the mutts.”
Brendon made a disagreeable noise, but he detached himself from Spencer anyway. Spencer couldn’t help swatting him playfully on the ass as he moved by and Brendon yelped indignantly. Spencer laughed happily, and turned back to the coffee
The beach was pretty crowded by the time they got there, but that wasn’t surprising. It was the peak of summer and the waves at the beach were particularly good. Spencer remembered the first time they’d come here, remembered beginning surf lessons on dry land, remembered the fear and excitement and awe on Brendon’s face the first time he ever successfully rode a wave.
He watched Brendon now, waxing his board with the smooth, efficient strokes of some who spent a lot of their time on the waves. It was a hot day, the sun shining brightly and warming the water, so both of them had foregone wet suits, sticking with board shorts instead. Brendon’s skin shown with a tan from an entire summer of days like this, the muscles in his arms and torso rippling under his skin. Brendon looked healthy, they both did, Spencer knew. He was kind of dreading watching Brendon fade a bit as the exhaustion of touring took him, but he knew Brendon would hardly be himself if he couldn’t preform. It was just all the other bits of tour that Spencer kind of despised.
Brendon looked up, catching him watching, and he grinned brightly. Spencer half expected some kind of sarcastic and suggestive comment, but Brendon just passed him the board wax and began to dig in their bag for suntan lotion. Spencer set about waxing his own board, but he was still partially conscious of Brendon’s presence. He always was. He wasn’t surprised then, when Brendon moved behind him to smear some of the goopy lotion into Spencer’s back.
Spencer stilled, sitting motionless while Brendon work the lotion in to his skin. He smiled when he felt Brendon drop a small kiss onto the back of his neck before rubbing the lotion into it. Brendon was still more reserved in public then he was when it was just the two of them, but they’d become much more relaxed about it. Brendon would never kiss him full on in the middle of a crowded beach, but he let his touches linger too long, and a small press of his lips to the skin behind Spencer’s ear was apparently acceptable as well.
Soon, Spencer thought to himself, as Brendon moved away to fiddle with something else in their bag. Soon they wouldn’t have to hide it at all. It was just Brendon’s family holding them back at this point, neither one of them particularly caring what critics said. Still, Spencer knew that Brendon’s family was a pretty big hurdle, and Spencer would never rush him.
“You’re thinking too loud,” Brendon complained, and Spencer blushed at the knowingly affectionate look on Brendon’s face. “Come on, we’ll miss all the good waves.”
“Not likely,” Spencer scoffed, but he let Brendon pull him to his feet, following the other man off down the beach.
If anyone had told Spencer three years ago that he’d end up loving surfing, he’d have laughed in their face. He did love it though, loved the adrenaline rush and the feeling of the cool water on his skin. Admittedly Brendon was better at it then he was, but Spencer was pretty much used to Brendon being good at most things he tried, so it didn’t bother him. Mostly Spencer loved the freedom it gave him, surrendering to the rhythm of the waves, riding to their beat instead of having to make his own.
Despite Brendon’s initial teasing, it was still pretty early in the day, so they just hung out for a while sitting on their boards pretty close to the beach and talking. They let their legs dangle over the side into the pleasantly cool water, and let the smaller, close to shore waves pass under them. It was fun to simply sit and talk, and that’s another thing that a younger Spencer wouldn’t have understood.
The wind picked up about an hour after they got there and Brendon got that hungry look in his eyes as the surf swelled. Spencer knew it was time to head out to the better waves, could already feel the rush of it just under his skin. They set of together, paddling out towards where the bigger swells would form.
They could really only be so conscious of each other while they were surfing though, and Spencer turned his attention to the swell forming in from of him. It was all a matter of timing, of being able to judge the rhythm of the sea. You had to stand at exactly the right moment or the wave would crash over you.
Spencer started paddling, getting his momentum up as he watched the wave approaching. With practiced ease he pushed himself to his feet, guiding the board as the wave flew up behind him, using its power to propel himself forward. He could feel the blood pounding in his veins, and never had he felt more alive than in this moment.
Inevitably, his balance tipped a bit off, and Spencer felt the wave claim him. He rolled with it, letting it bring him back up to the surface instead of trying to fight it. The first part of being good at anything, he reasoned, was being good at sucking at it first. Clambering back up onto his board, he smiled as he watched Brendon smoothly ride out the rest of the wave, dismounting gracefully before turning to see where Spencer was.
He could see Brendon laugh once the other man spotted him, and Spencer flipped him off good naturedly. Spencer relaxed as Brendon paddled back to him, tipping his face into the sun. His fingers drummed out a pattern the side of the board, something the two of them had been playing around with the night before.
Brendon splashed water at him as soon as he was close enough, and Spencer laughed, rolling his eyes. “Did you fall off, or miss the wave?” Brendon asked curiously, no trace of mockery in his tone.
“Fell,” Spencer shrugged, sitting up. “I’m not warmed up yet,” he said with a wink. Brendon grinned at him, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, and Spencer laughed loosely, openly. It was so easy to be happy with Brendon.
Time passed amazingly quickly like this, in a fierce, joyous mix of the sea and the sun and Brendon’s laugher on the waves. There was no competition between them, and they spent as much time just cheering each other on as they did riding. Brendon tried showing off a bit for some of the teenage boys watching him with looks of envy, and Spencer teased him lightly for liking their attention. Brendon retaliated by dumping Spencer off his board, all of it culminating in a very childish and exhilarating water fight.
They made their way back to the beach for lunch, wandering down the boardwalk until the found something they wanted to eat. Spencer basked in the freedom of it, of being able to do what they wanted when they wanted. As if he could sense Spencer’s train of thought, Brendon turned to look at him, asking “You excited for the tour?”
Spencer nodded. “I’m looking forward to performing again. I can’t wait to get back up on stage, see the crowds again. But it’s been nice, being in once place all the time. I like living here.” The with you went unsaid, but Brendon smiled anyway so Spencer knew he heard it. “You?”
Brendon nodded, looking down at his feet. “Gonna be weird,” He said quietly, almost like he wasn’t sure if he was aloud to say it. Spencer wanted to hug him. Instead he just bumped there shoulders together, nosing a little at Brendon’s ear.
“We’re gonna have a great time and you know it.”
Brendon smiled at him, the tension leaking out of his shoulders. “Of coarse we are! We’re touring with fucking Blink, Spence!” Spencer laughed, grinning back.
They spent the rest of the day in the waves, surfing until their legs ached and the sun was starting to sink. The last hour was spent mostly floating around, talking about nothing and everything. Eventually they decided to pack it in, dragging themselves and all their shit back to their house. It still made Spencer smile every time he thought of something in the communal sense. Their house, their dogs, their bedroom.
Spencer backed Brendon up against the front door as soon as they were in the door. Brendon smiled brightly at him, and Spencer leaned forward, kissing him. One of the dogs was barking at their ankles but Spencer ignored him. Brendon hummed happily, one of his hands hands sliding slowly up Spencer’s back.
They were both breathing heavily when Spencer drew back, running a hand down Brendon’s cheek, neck, to rest on his collarbones. “I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” Spencer admitted and Brendon laughed cheerfully, hugged Spencer tightly then releasing him.
“Whada you want for dinner?” Spencer asked, kicking off his shoes, looking over as Brendon scooped a yapping Bogart into his arms.
Brendon scrunched up his nose, his patented thinking face, scratching his neck absently. “I don’t think we’ve actually got any food left...”
Spencer couldn’t help but laugh, leaning forward to kiss Brendon on the forehead. He was right, they’d been trying to empty their fridge for most of the week. “We’ve got some Mac ‘n’ Cheese in the cupboard.”
“I like Mac ‘n’ Cheese!” Brendon said brightly.
Spencer could feel the indulgent smile on his face and he didn’t care. “I know you do.”
Brendon carried Bogart into the kitchen behind Spencer, cooing at the dog who was licking his face. They’d be dropping the dogs off at a friend’s house tomorrow before they hit the road, and Spencer briefly wish they could bring the dogs with them. He shook it off though, digging through the cupboard until he found a box of Easy Mac. Brendon was chattering about something, and Spencer let himself get lost in the familiar motions of making dinner, the warm cadence of Brendon’s voice lulling him into a kind of stupor.
Brendon jumped up onto the counter next to the stove, grinning as he babbled about tour buses and truck stops and sold out shows. Spencer mixed the cheese powder into their dinner, kissing Brendon quickly before nudging him off the counter. Brendon grinned at him, hoping down before turning to grab some plates. Spencer dished out orange colored cheesy goodness while Brendon fished some forks out of the dishwasher.
“Drink?” Brendon asked, grabbing a Coors out of the nearly empty fridge for himself.
“Beer and Mac ‘n’ Cheese? I feel like a college kid,” Spencer teased, setting two bowls of pasta onto the kitchen table. Brendon snickered, and Spencer smiled at him. “Do we have any Coronas left?”
Brendon nodded, fishing one out. He dropped into a chair at the table and Spencer followed. They talked easily, lapsing into comfortable silences every once and a while. Brendon threw bits of noodles to the dogs and Spencer shot faux glares at him. Still, the air of relaxation was contagious, and Spencer couldn’t really bring himself to chastise Brendon for spoiling their pets.
“Wanna watch The Producers?” Brendon asked after they’d finished, eyes glinting, and Spencer laughed.
“Dishes first,” Spencer said, and Brendon giggled, grabbing the dishes off the table.
Like so many other things about living together and sharing space, cleaning up after dinner had settled into a pattern. Brendon soaped up the dishes, washing them and passing them off to Spencer to be rinsed. “We’re kind of boring, you know?” Spencer mused, running a plate under the water.
“Fuck you, Smith. I’m not boring!” Brendon said indignantly, flicking soap suds at him. Spencer laughed, dodging the fly suds.
“No, I mean like... domestic. We’re all...” Spencer flailed, trying to think of what he was trying to say.
“Married?” Brendon laughed. “Yeah, I know. I kinda figured that out when we bought a house together.” The words were teasing, but Brendon’s tone was soft, and saturated with happiness. His usually all consuming smile had been replaced by a smaller, deeper one. Brendon’s eyes were fixed on his hands in the soap suds, but his body was angled toward Spencer, and he could practically feel how content Brendon was.
“Hey,” Spencer said softly, bumping his hip against Brendon’s. The other man looked up at him, and Spencer reach out to cup his cheek, his hand wet against Brendon’s skin. “I love you,” he whispered, watching Brendon’s bright eyes. They didn’t say it often, didn’t really need to, but it still made Brendon light up like the fucking sun.
Brendon turned towards him, lopping his arms around Spencer’s neck to draw him in for a kiss. Spencer fell into it easily, cupping Brendon’s hips in his hands. He shivered happily as he felt Brendon’s lips part under his, asking to be kissed. And kiss him Spencer did, backing the other man up against the counter. Brendon arched up into him, pushing his hips up against Spencer’s.
They broke apart, panting. Brendon looked back at Spencer, eyes dark and mouth red, and wantneednow pooled in Spencer’s stomach. “Brendon,” he growled out, and Brendon’s eyes flashed.
“Skip the movie?” Brendon asked, leaning forward to kiss Spencer again.
“Good idea,” Spencer muttered against Brendon’s lips, fitting his hands into Brendon’s back pockets to pull him forward.
They tripped down the hallway together, hands exploring skin under shirts and slipping down the back of pants. Spencer got distracted by Brendon’s neck halfway to their bedroom, unbuttoning his plaid button down to attach his lips to Brendon’s collar bones. He could feel Brendon’s moan vibrate against his cheek, and it made Spencer rock up harder against him.
“Spence, Spence, bed,” Brendon panted, and Spencer groaned low, biting a little at Brendon’s skin before pulling away to drag him down into the room.
They shed their clothes quickly, tipping down onto the bed together. Spencer smiled at Brendon, rolling the other man under him. Brendon’s skin was tinted health tan down his chest to the line where his board short sat on his hips. There the skin faded back to pale, and Spencer shot Brendon a devious smile, before dropping his head to taste the skin, see if he could find a difference with his tongue.
Brendon let out a little moan as Spencer trailed his tongue across the other man’s lower stomach. Spencer smiled into the skin, sitting back to look at Brendon’s face. He braced his hands on Brendon’s hips and muttered “What do you want?”
Brendon’s breathing stuttered, but Spencer wanted him to say. He wanted to hear. “Fuck, Spence. Rim me? Please?” Brendon croaked, cheeks flushing red.
Spencer smiled, stroking the skin of Brendon’s hip with his thumb, then trailing his hand down Brendon’s hip, ignoring his cock in favor of hitching one of Brendon’s legs up. He hummed thoughtfully, trailing two fingers down to stroke thoughtfully over the pucker of Brendon’s ass. “Rim you, huh? To get you ready, or to make you come?”
Brendon’s hips stuttered up, before pushing back onto Spencer’s fingers. “Fuck, fuck. Keep talking like that and I’ll come before you do anything!”
Spencer smile, “Not today,” before bending down and pushing Brendon’s legs up over his shoulders. He leaned in, swiping his tongue in a long, broad stroke. Above him, Brendon made a sound like he was trying not to choke in his own tongue. Spencer laughed, pulling back to blow softy on the damp skin. Brendon’s breathing stuttered again and the muscles in his ass clenched visibly.
“Wanna be in you,” Spencer whispered, then moved in to lick Brendon through the shudder brought on by the words. One of Brendon’s hands came down to stroke at his hair, and Spencer hummed happily. Brendon’s entire body spasmed as the vibration shot into him.
“Please, Spence, please.”
Spencer nodded and narrowed his tongue to a point, beginning to fuck Brendon with it in earnest. Carefully, he nudged one thumb in against Brendon’s ass. He waited for the encouraging tilt of Brendon’s hips before pressing it in.
Spencer knew every quirk of Brendon’s body by now, knew every button to push, knew the best ways to make him tense up with want or relax boneless into the bed. Carefully, he worked in the other thumb, so he could stretch Brendon open and lick between his own fingers, curling his tongue in deep. Brendon melted into it, pushing back into it with liquid motions of his spine.
Drawing away, Spencer stretched across the bed to snag a bottle of lube from the bedside table. One of Brendon’s hands hooked around the back of his neck to drag him down into a kiss, then another, then another. “Lube, Bren,” Spencer reminded him, and Brendon sighed in irritation. Spencer laughed, leaning in to kiss him again quickly, before pulling back to slick up his fingers. Carefully he slide them into place, checking to make sure that Brendon was stretched enough. Brendon just whimpered, pushing back onto Spencer’s hand.
“Please,” Brendon gasped, and Spencer nodded, moving to snatch a condom off the bedside table. Brendon’s hand caught his chest though, pushing him back, and Spencer let himself be pushed, confusion creasing his forehead. “Can’t we just... I mean... you, in me. Please?” Brendon asked, face turning red, but he kept his eyes locked with Spencer’s.
They hadn’t done this, not yet, in all that time together. Spencer blinked, sitting back on his heals. Part of him wanted to ask are you sure, wanted to double check, make sure. But he knew Brendon. He knew Brendon wouldn’t ask for it if he wasn’t sure. If he didn’t mean it.
“Okay,” Spencer whispered. Brendon leaned up for another kiss, and Spencer looped an arm around Brendon’s back. He took a moment to appreciate how lucky he was that Brendon was such a bendy little fucker, before pushing his legs up to hook over Spencer’s own shoulders.
He knew, consciously knew, that pushing into Brendon’s shouldn’t actually feel any different like this. It was the knowledge, though, just knowing that there was nothing between them, no thin layer of latex, no reservations or bridges to cross. Brendon cried out wordlessly below him, and Spencer could feel Brendon’s whole body trembling.
Spencer tipped his forehead down onto Brendon’s, his skin singing everywhere they touched. He held still until Brendon relaxed beneath him, started pushing back into him. Brendon let Spencer set the rhythm usually, but Brendon was practically undulating against him so Spencer fell into Brendon’s tempo, fucking forward while Brendon pushed back.
They let the rhythm grow between them like that, and Spencer panted against Brendon’s skin. Brendon was so hot around him, hot like burning, and Spencer lost a moan into Brendon’s neck. It was so easy to get lost in this, in Brendon, and Spencer did. Dimly he was aware of Brendon snaking a hand down between their bodies, and Spencer strained to kiss him, lick Brendon’s whimpers out of his mouth.
It was impossible to tell who came first, who set the other off, but Spencer was jerking hard, spilling inside Brendon while the other man clenched around him. Brendon’s hand curled in Spencer’s hair, and Spencer shivered, dropping down onto his elbows. “Holy fuck,” he panted, and Brendon laughed.
“Yeah pretty much,” he said smugly, kissing Spencer’s cheek. Spencer grinned, moved off Brendon, rolling over and pulling the other man with him onto his side. “I love you too,” Brendon whispered.
Spencer just smiled at him, curling in to nuzzle the skin behind Brendon’s ear. “I know.”
They lay in silence for a while, getting their breath back. Eventually, Brendon moved his head up onto Spencer’s shoulder, looking up at him. “We left like, half the dishes in the sink.”
Spencer snorted, reaching over to grab the blankets and pull them up over the two them. “We’ll get them in the morning.” Brendon nodded sleepily, curling up in Spencer’s side.
As much as Spencer liked waking up with Brendon Urie, he kind of loved falling asleep with him even more.
Author: emmyatthedisco
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
POV: 3rd, Spencer
Summary: A day in the life of Brendon Urie and Spencer Smith. From morning coffee to hours at the beach to dinner time.
Disclaimer: Not real, i own nothing but the plot.
Beta: the_randomist
Author Notes: Inspired by the line in the newest Spencer interview where he says ""...around the time I moved in with Brendon." Basically i wanted to write a domestic fic. =D
Waking up next to Brendon Urie was always different, and never stopped being a treat. Some days, if he’d been up late the night before, Brendon could be adorably sleepy, snuggling tightly in against Spencer’s chest and refusing to move. Other days, if he was awake before Spencer, Brendon would kiss the other man awake slowly. If he was feeling particularly devious, Brendon might slither down the bed and wake Spencer up with a nice blowjob. Most mornings though, they drifted awake around roughly the same time, crawling out of bed to feed the dogs and make coffee together.
That particular morning, however, Spencer woke up to find Brendon still fast asleep, sprawled out on his side of the bed. One of the dogs had wormed his way between the two of them sometime during the night and Spencer rolled over to get as close to Brendon as he could with Bogart in the way. Brendon wasn’t picturesquely beautiful as he slept, face mashed into a pillow, hair everywhere, mouth open. Still, it made warm affection pool lazily in Spencer stomach and he smiled, reaching out to run a hand through Brendon’s messy hair.
Spencer could sense Brendon waking up, feel the way he was tensing shifting as he was dragged toward consciousness. The other man snuffled, before cracking an eye open and groaning “Ugh, dog!” Spencer laughed, looking down to where Bogart’s feet were pressing into Brendon stomach.
“Get outta here,” Spencer said to the dog, nudging him with a knee until Bogart struggled to his feet and jumped off the bed. Brendon sighed happily, rolling over until he was laying against Spencer, slipping an arm around Spencer’s waist.
“Better,” Brendon said happily, pressing his sleep-warm face into Spencer’s neck. Spencer smiled.
“Last day before tour,” Spencer said absently, running his hand up and down Brendon’s back, just to feel the muscles bunch under his hands. Just because he could. “What do you want to do?”
Brendon leaned back, cracking one eye open to look up at Spencer. “Beach?” He asked hopefully, and Spencer nodded. It’d be nice to spend one more day in the surf.
“Mkay.” A smile spread across Brendon’s face, and Spencer leaned down to taste it, heedless of morning breath. Brendon hummed in contentment, running his fingers over Spencer’s beard in that way he knew always made Spencer giggle. “Coffee first, I think,” Spencer said, pulling away and Brendon nodded.
They clambered out of bed and Spencer went to hunt for a pair of sweat pants. He could hear the faint pop of Brendon stretching out the cricks in his spine, and as he bent over to fish a pair of pants from under the bed, he could feel the weight of Brendon’s gaze on him.
He turned around to find Brendon watching him with an appreciative look on his face. It still made Spencer flush occasionally, even after all this time, the open way Brendon looked at him. He smiled big and wide saying “You staring at my ass, Urie?”
Brendon nodded happily, not the least bit shameful, and Spencer chucked Brendon his own pants still smiling. He made his way out into the kitchen while Brendon attempted to hop into his pants. Spencer set about making coffee, smiling when Brendon came up behind him to wrap him in a hug.
“Morning,” Brendon mutter, pressing a kiss into Spencer’s shoulder.
“Morning,” Spencer returned, feeling a small silly smile spread across his face. “Be useful, feed the mutts.”
Brendon made a disagreeable noise, but he detached himself from Spencer anyway. Spencer couldn’t help swatting him playfully on the ass as he moved by and Brendon yelped indignantly. Spencer laughed happily, and turned back to the coffee
The beach was pretty crowded by the time they got there, but that wasn’t surprising. It was the peak of summer and the waves at the beach were particularly good. Spencer remembered the first time they’d come here, remembered beginning surf lessons on dry land, remembered the fear and excitement and awe on Brendon’s face the first time he ever successfully rode a wave.
He watched Brendon now, waxing his board with the smooth, efficient strokes of some who spent a lot of their time on the waves. It was a hot day, the sun shining brightly and warming the water, so both of them had foregone wet suits, sticking with board shorts instead. Brendon’s skin shown with a tan from an entire summer of days like this, the muscles in his arms and torso rippling under his skin. Brendon looked healthy, they both did, Spencer knew. He was kind of dreading watching Brendon fade a bit as the exhaustion of touring took him, but he knew Brendon would hardly be himself if he couldn’t preform. It was just all the other bits of tour that Spencer kind of despised.
Brendon looked up, catching him watching, and he grinned brightly. Spencer half expected some kind of sarcastic and suggestive comment, but Brendon just passed him the board wax and began to dig in their bag for suntan lotion. Spencer set about waxing his own board, but he was still partially conscious of Brendon’s presence. He always was. He wasn’t surprised then, when Brendon moved behind him to smear some of the goopy lotion into Spencer’s back.
Spencer stilled, sitting motionless while Brendon work the lotion in to his skin. He smiled when he felt Brendon drop a small kiss onto the back of his neck before rubbing the lotion into it. Brendon was still more reserved in public then he was when it was just the two of them, but they’d become much more relaxed about it. Brendon would never kiss him full on in the middle of a crowded beach, but he let his touches linger too long, and a small press of his lips to the skin behind Spencer’s ear was apparently acceptable as well.
Soon, Spencer thought to himself, as Brendon moved away to fiddle with something else in their bag. Soon they wouldn’t have to hide it at all. It was just Brendon’s family holding them back at this point, neither one of them particularly caring what critics said. Still, Spencer knew that Brendon’s family was a pretty big hurdle, and Spencer would never rush him.
“You’re thinking too loud,” Brendon complained, and Spencer blushed at the knowingly affectionate look on Brendon’s face. “Come on, we’ll miss all the good waves.”
“Not likely,” Spencer scoffed, but he let Brendon pull him to his feet, following the other man off down the beach.
If anyone had told Spencer three years ago that he’d end up loving surfing, he’d have laughed in their face. He did love it though, loved the adrenaline rush and the feeling of the cool water on his skin. Admittedly Brendon was better at it then he was, but Spencer was pretty much used to Brendon being good at most things he tried, so it didn’t bother him. Mostly Spencer loved the freedom it gave him, surrendering to the rhythm of the waves, riding to their beat instead of having to make his own.
Despite Brendon’s initial teasing, it was still pretty early in the day, so they just hung out for a while sitting on their boards pretty close to the beach and talking. They let their legs dangle over the side into the pleasantly cool water, and let the smaller, close to shore waves pass under them. It was fun to simply sit and talk, and that’s another thing that a younger Spencer wouldn’t have understood.
The wind picked up about an hour after they got there and Brendon got that hungry look in his eyes as the surf swelled. Spencer knew it was time to head out to the better waves, could already feel the rush of it just under his skin. They set of together, paddling out towards where the bigger swells would form.
They could really only be so conscious of each other while they were surfing though, and Spencer turned his attention to the swell forming in from of him. It was all a matter of timing, of being able to judge the rhythm of the sea. You had to stand at exactly the right moment or the wave would crash over you.
Spencer started paddling, getting his momentum up as he watched the wave approaching. With practiced ease he pushed himself to his feet, guiding the board as the wave flew up behind him, using its power to propel himself forward. He could feel the blood pounding in his veins, and never had he felt more alive than in this moment.
Inevitably, his balance tipped a bit off, and Spencer felt the wave claim him. He rolled with it, letting it bring him back up to the surface instead of trying to fight it. The first part of being good at anything, he reasoned, was being good at sucking at it first. Clambering back up onto his board, he smiled as he watched Brendon smoothly ride out the rest of the wave, dismounting gracefully before turning to see where Spencer was.
He could see Brendon laugh once the other man spotted him, and Spencer flipped him off good naturedly. Spencer relaxed as Brendon paddled back to him, tipping his face into the sun. His fingers drummed out a pattern the side of the board, something the two of them had been playing around with the night before.
Brendon splashed water at him as soon as he was close enough, and Spencer laughed, rolling his eyes. “Did you fall off, or miss the wave?” Brendon asked curiously, no trace of mockery in his tone.
“Fell,” Spencer shrugged, sitting up. “I’m not warmed up yet,” he said with a wink. Brendon grinned at him, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, and Spencer laughed loosely, openly. It was so easy to be happy with Brendon.
Time passed amazingly quickly like this, in a fierce, joyous mix of the sea and the sun and Brendon’s laugher on the waves. There was no competition between them, and they spent as much time just cheering each other on as they did riding. Brendon tried showing off a bit for some of the teenage boys watching him with looks of envy, and Spencer teased him lightly for liking their attention. Brendon retaliated by dumping Spencer off his board, all of it culminating in a very childish and exhilarating water fight.
They made their way back to the beach for lunch, wandering down the boardwalk until the found something they wanted to eat. Spencer basked in the freedom of it, of being able to do what they wanted when they wanted. As if he could sense Spencer’s train of thought, Brendon turned to look at him, asking “You excited for the tour?”
Spencer nodded. “I’m looking forward to performing again. I can’t wait to get back up on stage, see the crowds again. But it’s been nice, being in once place all the time. I like living here.” The with you went unsaid, but Brendon smiled anyway so Spencer knew he heard it. “You?”
Brendon nodded, looking down at his feet. “Gonna be weird,” He said quietly, almost like he wasn’t sure if he was aloud to say it. Spencer wanted to hug him. Instead he just bumped there shoulders together, nosing a little at Brendon’s ear.
“We’re gonna have a great time and you know it.”
Brendon smiled at him, the tension leaking out of his shoulders. “Of coarse we are! We’re touring with fucking Blink, Spence!” Spencer laughed, grinning back.
They spent the rest of the day in the waves, surfing until their legs ached and the sun was starting to sink. The last hour was spent mostly floating around, talking about nothing and everything. Eventually they decided to pack it in, dragging themselves and all their shit back to their house. It still made Spencer smile every time he thought of something in the communal sense. Their house, their dogs, their bedroom.
Spencer backed Brendon up against the front door as soon as they were in the door. Brendon smiled brightly at him, and Spencer leaned forward, kissing him. One of the dogs was barking at their ankles but Spencer ignored him. Brendon hummed happily, one of his hands hands sliding slowly up Spencer’s back.
They were both breathing heavily when Spencer drew back, running a hand down Brendon’s cheek, neck, to rest on his collarbones. “I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” Spencer admitted and Brendon laughed cheerfully, hugged Spencer tightly then releasing him.
“Whada you want for dinner?” Spencer asked, kicking off his shoes, looking over as Brendon scooped a yapping Bogart into his arms.
Brendon scrunched up his nose, his patented thinking face, scratching his neck absently. “I don’t think we’ve actually got any food left...”
Spencer couldn’t help but laugh, leaning forward to kiss Brendon on the forehead. He was right, they’d been trying to empty their fridge for most of the week. “We’ve got some Mac ‘n’ Cheese in the cupboard.”
“I like Mac ‘n’ Cheese!” Brendon said brightly.
Spencer could feel the indulgent smile on his face and he didn’t care. “I know you do.”
Brendon carried Bogart into the kitchen behind Spencer, cooing at the dog who was licking his face. They’d be dropping the dogs off at a friend’s house tomorrow before they hit the road, and Spencer briefly wish they could bring the dogs with them. He shook it off though, digging through the cupboard until he found a box of Easy Mac. Brendon was chattering about something, and Spencer let himself get lost in the familiar motions of making dinner, the warm cadence of Brendon’s voice lulling him into a kind of stupor.
Brendon jumped up onto the counter next to the stove, grinning as he babbled about tour buses and truck stops and sold out shows. Spencer mixed the cheese powder into their dinner, kissing Brendon quickly before nudging him off the counter. Brendon grinned at him, hoping down before turning to grab some plates. Spencer dished out orange colored cheesy goodness while Brendon fished some forks out of the dishwasher.
“Drink?” Brendon asked, grabbing a Coors out of the nearly empty fridge for himself.
“Beer and Mac ‘n’ Cheese? I feel like a college kid,” Spencer teased, setting two bowls of pasta onto the kitchen table. Brendon snickered, and Spencer smiled at him. “Do we have any Coronas left?”
Brendon nodded, fishing one out. He dropped into a chair at the table and Spencer followed. They talked easily, lapsing into comfortable silences every once and a while. Brendon threw bits of noodles to the dogs and Spencer shot faux glares at him. Still, the air of relaxation was contagious, and Spencer couldn’t really bring himself to chastise Brendon for spoiling their pets.
“Wanna watch The Producers?” Brendon asked after they’d finished, eyes glinting, and Spencer laughed.
“Dishes first,” Spencer said, and Brendon giggled, grabbing the dishes off the table.
Like so many other things about living together and sharing space, cleaning up after dinner had settled into a pattern. Brendon soaped up the dishes, washing them and passing them off to Spencer to be rinsed. “We’re kind of boring, you know?” Spencer mused, running a plate under the water.
“Fuck you, Smith. I’m not boring!” Brendon said indignantly, flicking soap suds at him. Spencer laughed, dodging the fly suds.
“No, I mean like... domestic. We’re all...” Spencer flailed, trying to think of what he was trying to say.
“Married?” Brendon laughed. “Yeah, I know. I kinda figured that out when we bought a house together.” The words were teasing, but Brendon’s tone was soft, and saturated with happiness. His usually all consuming smile had been replaced by a smaller, deeper one. Brendon’s eyes were fixed on his hands in the soap suds, but his body was angled toward Spencer, and he could practically feel how content Brendon was.
“Hey,” Spencer said softly, bumping his hip against Brendon’s. The other man looked up at him, and Spencer reach out to cup his cheek, his hand wet against Brendon’s skin. “I love you,” he whispered, watching Brendon’s bright eyes. They didn’t say it often, didn’t really need to, but it still made Brendon light up like the fucking sun.
Brendon turned towards him, lopping his arms around Spencer’s neck to draw him in for a kiss. Spencer fell into it easily, cupping Brendon’s hips in his hands. He shivered happily as he felt Brendon’s lips part under his, asking to be kissed. And kiss him Spencer did, backing the other man up against the counter. Brendon arched up into him, pushing his hips up against Spencer’s.
They broke apart, panting. Brendon looked back at Spencer, eyes dark and mouth red, and wantneednow pooled in Spencer’s stomach. “Brendon,” he growled out, and Brendon’s eyes flashed.
“Skip the movie?” Brendon asked, leaning forward to kiss Spencer again.
“Good idea,” Spencer muttered against Brendon’s lips, fitting his hands into Brendon’s back pockets to pull him forward.
They tripped down the hallway together, hands exploring skin under shirts and slipping down the back of pants. Spencer got distracted by Brendon’s neck halfway to their bedroom, unbuttoning his plaid button down to attach his lips to Brendon’s collar bones. He could feel Brendon’s moan vibrate against his cheek, and it made Spencer rock up harder against him.
“Spence, Spence, bed,” Brendon panted, and Spencer groaned low, biting a little at Brendon’s skin before pulling away to drag him down into the room.
They shed their clothes quickly, tipping down onto the bed together. Spencer smiled at Brendon, rolling the other man under him. Brendon’s skin was tinted health tan down his chest to the line where his board short sat on his hips. There the skin faded back to pale, and Spencer shot Brendon a devious smile, before dropping his head to taste the skin, see if he could find a difference with his tongue.
Brendon let out a little moan as Spencer trailed his tongue across the other man’s lower stomach. Spencer smiled into the skin, sitting back to look at Brendon’s face. He braced his hands on Brendon’s hips and muttered “What do you want?”
Brendon’s breathing stuttered, but Spencer wanted him to say. He wanted to hear. “Fuck, Spence. Rim me? Please?” Brendon croaked, cheeks flushing red.
Spencer smiled, stroking the skin of Brendon’s hip with his thumb, then trailing his hand down Brendon’s hip, ignoring his cock in favor of hitching one of Brendon’s legs up. He hummed thoughtfully, trailing two fingers down to stroke thoughtfully over the pucker of Brendon’s ass. “Rim you, huh? To get you ready, or to make you come?”
Brendon’s hips stuttered up, before pushing back onto Spencer’s fingers. “Fuck, fuck. Keep talking like that and I’ll come before you do anything!”
Spencer smile, “Not today,” before bending down and pushing Brendon’s legs up over his shoulders. He leaned in, swiping his tongue in a long, broad stroke. Above him, Brendon made a sound like he was trying not to choke in his own tongue. Spencer laughed, pulling back to blow softy on the damp skin. Brendon’s breathing stuttered again and the muscles in his ass clenched visibly.
“Wanna be in you,” Spencer whispered, then moved in to lick Brendon through the shudder brought on by the words. One of Brendon’s hands came down to stroke at his hair, and Spencer hummed happily. Brendon’s entire body spasmed as the vibration shot into him.
“Please, Spence, please.”
Spencer nodded and narrowed his tongue to a point, beginning to fuck Brendon with it in earnest. Carefully, he nudged one thumb in against Brendon’s ass. He waited for the encouraging tilt of Brendon’s hips before pressing it in.
Spencer knew every quirk of Brendon’s body by now, knew every button to push, knew the best ways to make him tense up with want or relax boneless into the bed. Carefully, he worked in the other thumb, so he could stretch Brendon open and lick between his own fingers, curling his tongue in deep. Brendon melted into it, pushing back into it with liquid motions of his spine.
Drawing away, Spencer stretched across the bed to snag a bottle of lube from the bedside table. One of Brendon’s hands hooked around the back of his neck to drag him down into a kiss, then another, then another. “Lube, Bren,” Spencer reminded him, and Brendon sighed in irritation. Spencer laughed, leaning in to kiss him again quickly, before pulling back to slick up his fingers. Carefully he slide them into place, checking to make sure that Brendon was stretched enough. Brendon just whimpered, pushing back onto Spencer’s hand.
“Please,” Brendon gasped, and Spencer nodded, moving to snatch a condom off the bedside table. Brendon’s hand caught his chest though, pushing him back, and Spencer let himself be pushed, confusion creasing his forehead. “Can’t we just... I mean... you, in me. Please?” Brendon asked, face turning red, but he kept his eyes locked with Spencer’s.
They hadn’t done this, not yet, in all that time together. Spencer blinked, sitting back on his heals. Part of him wanted to ask are you sure, wanted to double check, make sure. But he knew Brendon. He knew Brendon wouldn’t ask for it if he wasn’t sure. If he didn’t mean it.
“Okay,” Spencer whispered. Brendon leaned up for another kiss, and Spencer looped an arm around Brendon’s back. He took a moment to appreciate how lucky he was that Brendon was such a bendy little fucker, before pushing his legs up to hook over Spencer’s own shoulders.
He knew, consciously knew, that pushing into Brendon’s shouldn’t actually feel any different like this. It was the knowledge, though, just knowing that there was nothing between them, no thin layer of latex, no reservations or bridges to cross. Brendon cried out wordlessly below him, and Spencer could feel Brendon’s whole body trembling.
Spencer tipped his forehead down onto Brendon’s, his skin singing everywhere they touched. He held still until Brendon relaxed beneath him, started pushing back into him. Brendon let Spencer set the rhythm usually, but Brendon was practically undulating against him so Spencer fell into Brendon’s tempo, fucking forward while Brendon pushed back.
They let the rhythm grow between them like that, and Spencer panted against Brendon’s skin. Brendon was so hot around him, hot like burning, and Spencer lost a moan into Brendon’s neck. It was so easy to get lost in this, in Brendon, and Spencer did. Dimly he was aware of Brendon snaking a hand down between their bodies, and Spencer strained to kiss him, lick Brendon’s whimpers out of his mouth.
It was impossible to tell who came first, who set the other off, but Spencer was jerking hard, spilling inside Brendon while the other man clenched around him. Brendon’s hand curled in Spencer’s hair, and Spencer shivered, dropping down onto his elbows. “Holy fuck,” he panted, and Brendon laughed.
“Yeah pretty much,” he said smugly, kissing Spencer’s cheek. Spencer grinned, moved off Brendon, rolling over and pulling the other man with him onto his side. “I love you too,” Brendon whispered.
Spencer just smiled at him, curling in to nuzzle the skin behind Brendon’s ear. “I know.”
They lay in silence for a while, getting their breath back. Eventually, Brendon moved his head up onto Spencer’s shoulder, looking up at him. “We left like, half the dishes in the sink.”
Spencer snorted, reaching over to grab the blankets and pull them up over the two them. “We’ll get them in the morning.” Brendon nodded sleepily, curling up in Spencer’s side.
As much as Spencer liked waking up with Brendon Urie, he kind of loved falling asleep with him even more.