Meme response: Spencer/Brendon
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Disclaimer: No profit, don't google yourself or your friends
Pairing: Spencer/Brendonish
Rating: PG
AN: Written for zarah5's The Boys Helping Each Other Dress Meme
"Some day, I want to be the kind of band that wears t-shirts all the time," Brendon mutters to himself. It's something that he and Jon mutter about, when they're pulling on button downs that Ryan found somewhere and trying to make them lay right, despite the fact that they don't fit well--too tight for Jon in the shoulders, too loose in the chest for Brendon. Jon's not here, though, off with Zack doing something, and he'll probably be able to wear a t-shirt on stage because Ryan never gets mad at Jon for not getting dressed on time. It's just him and the Ridiculous Twins (okay, so maybe the fact that he can't get anything to lay right irritates him a lot, especially when they're on tour and he hasn't slept more than two hours at a time in days, and because Ryan's stuff always fits snug and neat, and Spencer somehow gets away with black henleys when he can't wear a damn t-shirt) looking at something on Ryan's laptop and laughing quietly.
He doesn't want to piss Ryan off, though, not when they're going out to do the requisite song and Q&A in twenty minutes. He stills needs makeup, and his shirt is puffing out like a microwaved marshmallow. Sure, maybe he should have tried it on when Ryan bought it last night and brought something else besides his yellow Springsteen shirt. He tries to push his jacket over it, to see if that will cover the huge puff that makes him look like he's gained a suspicious twenty pounds. If he was a chick, it would be easier to be all, "Hey, I look pregnant, fix it." But no, they'll let him hit the stage looking like some five year old in too-big clothes.
"Whatever," he says, finally, before he turns and looks at Ryan and Spencer. They've been dressed and ready, all powdered and ready to go, for the past half-hour. "Where's makeup again?"
Spencer glances up, tossing his head a little to get his bangs out of his eyes. Brendon wants to think something mean about his headband, but it's a really nice shade of blue and it makes Spencer's eyes a little bluer, just a touch. Not that they really needed it, but Brendon can appreciate the effort made. "Uh, you're going out like that?"
"I'm dressed," he says shrugging.
Ryan rolls his eyes up and then rolls them again. "No, you're not." He goes back to his computer, like he just expects Brendon to fix the fact that his shirt doesn't fit because Ryan bought it too big. Someday, he will have to learn the deep secrets of Jon-Walker-fu, wherein Jon can go off and fuck around with Zach or Eric until he just has to go on stage in what he's wearing, and it doesn't piss Ryan off.
Brendon huffs and strips off his jacket. He untucks the shirt and lets it hang loose. It's too long and hits him around the mid-thigh, which just make him look like he's five even more. "Yeah, Ryan, I think I am," he snaps, and Ryan's shoulders curve in a little. He doesn't respond though.
Spencer looks between them and makes a great show of rolling his eyes when he gets off the couch. "Come here," he says, stepping closer to Brendon and pushing his arms up. Spencer's hands are firm when he pulls on the shirt, making the fabric snug on Brendon's shoulders. "Yeah, this shirt sucks," he breathes, and he's sort of ridiculously close. Brendon can smell Spencer's shampoo, which isn't even supposed to have a smell. Spencer still uses off-label stuff, because he likes the way it makes his hair shine.
Brendon chews on his lip, and he's really trying to stay still. Spencer this close always makes him a little jumpy, like he should either come closer or skirt away. Just something instead of standing straight up with his arms in the air. "Ryan bought it," he says, and it sounds petulant, even to him.
"Hey," Ryan says, and Brendon starts, messing up whatever Spencer was doing, because he forgot Ryan was there, and then he wants to skirt away even more.
"Well, it's a shitty shirt," Spencer says, in the bitchy tone that he only uses for Ryan. He rests his hand on Brendon's side as he leans over to the emergency tackle box that Ryan brings everywhere. When you do vintage as much as Ryan does, there needs to be a back up plan, thread and patches and spare buttons.
There's also safety pins. Spencer grabs a handful before he leans back, shoulder bumping Brendon's arm. "Hold still," he says, still too, too close. Spencer's shampoo sort of smells like oranges or maybe lemons, like the cheap dollar store candy that Brendon used to sneak, back when he was still on his medication and needed anything to make the dull grey go away.
Brendon breathes in and does his best to listen as Spencer makes little creases in the shirt, folding it on itself and tucking the pins in to hold it. He watches the lines go clean in the mirror--because he can't be watching Spencer move around his body; that would just be weird--before Spencer's tucking the shirt in.
He bites down hard on his lip and closes his eyes. He cannot watch that happen, because Spencer's fingers are moving under his waistband and if he watches that? Spencer's hands might hit against Things Your Bandmates Should Not Do to You, and that would be bad, because this is Spencer, and Spencer is sort of a mocker. And then Ryan is still there, and where the hell is Jon? Jon's nice and distracting. If he could be nice and distracting and maybe come in, right then, Brendon could dress himself.
Spencer stops and steps back, and Brendon's shoulder sag. He looks pretty okay, especially when Spencer passes over the jacket. It hits the folding, and everything looks like it's supposed to be. "Thanks," he says to Spencer, and maybe his voice is a little softer and huskier than it should be, but Spencer smells like good childhood memories from a sucky time, and Brendon can still almost feel his hands.
"Don't mention it," Spencer says, close to Brendon's ear before he flops back down on the couch next to Ryan.
Brendon almost doesn't catch the way that Ryan rolls his eyes, and he really sort of wishes that he doesn't catch the way Spencer looks at him before Spencer starts in on Ryan about needing to get things tailored. Brendon decides that maybe it's a good time to find Shane or maybe Jon, anyone that can that can make him forget that happened until later when he's alone in his bunk.
Disclaimer: No profit, don't google yourself or your friends
Pairing: Spencer/Brendonish
Rating: PG
AN: Written for zarah5's The Boys Helping Each Other Dress Meme
"Some day, I want to be the kind of band that wears t-shirts all the time," Brendon mutters to himself. It's something that he and Jon mutter about, when they're pulling on button downs that Ryan found somewhere and trying to make them lay right, despite the fact that they don't fit well--too tight for Jon in the shoulders, too loose in the chest for Brendon. Jon's not here, though, off with Zack doing something, and he'll probably be able to wear a t-shirt on stage because Ryan never gets mad at Jon for not getting dressed on time. It's just him and the Ridiculous Twins (okay, so maybe the fact that he can't get anything to lay right irritates him a lot, especially when they're on tour and he hasn't slept more than two hours at a time in days, and because Ryan's stuff always fits snug and neat, and Spencer somehow gets away with black henleys when he can't wear a damn t-shirt) looking at something on Ryan's laptop and laughing quietly.
He doesn't want to piss Ryan off, though, not when they're going out to do the requisite song and Q&A in twenty minutes. He stills needs makeup, and his shirt is puffing out like a microwaved marshmallow. Sure, maybe he should have tried it on when Ryan bought it last night and brought something else besides his yellow Springsteen shirt. He tries to push his jacket over it, to see if that will cover the huge puff that makes him look like he's gained a suspicious twenty pounds. If he was a chick, it would be easier to be all, "Hey, I look pregnant, fix it." But no, they'll let him hit the stage looking like some five year old in too-big clothes.
"Whatever," he says, finally, before he turns and looks at Ryan and Spencer. They've been dressed and ready, all powdered and ready to go, for the past half-hour. "Where's makeup again?"
Spencer glances up, tossing his head a little to get his bangs out of his eyes. Brendon wants to think something mean about his headband, but it's a really nice shade of blue and it makes Spencer's eyes a little bluer, just a touch. Not that they really needed it, but Brendon can appreciate the effort made. "Uh, you're going out like that?"
"I'm dressed," he says shrugging.
Ryan rolls his eyes up and then rolls them again. "No, you're not." He goes back to his computer, like he just expects Brendon to fix the fact that his shirt doesn't fit because Ryan bought it too big. Someday, he will have to learn the deep secrets of Jon-Walker-fu, wherein Jon can go off and fuck around with Zach or Eric until he just has to go on stage in what he's wearing, and it doesn't piss Ryan off.
Brendon huffs and strips off his jacket. He untucks the shirt and lets it hang loose. It's too long and hits him around the mid-thigh, which just make him look like he's five even more. "Yeah, Ryan, I think I am," he snaps, and Ryan's shoulders curve in a little. He doesn't respond though.
Spencer looks between them and makes a great show of rolling his eyes when he gets off the couch. "Come here," he says, stepping closer to Brendon and pushing his arms up. Spencer's hands are firm when he pulls on the shirt, making the fabric snug on Brendon's shoulders. "Yeah, this shirt sucks," he breathes, and he's sort of ridiculously close. Brendon can smell Spencer's shampoo, which isn't even supposed to have a smell. Spencer still uses off-label stuff, because he likes the way it makes his hair shine.
Brendon chews on his lip, and he's really trying to stay still. Spencer this close always makes him a little jumpy, like he should either come closer or skirt away. Just something instead of standing straight up with his arms in the air. "Ryan bought it," he says, and it sounds petulant, even to him.
"Hey," Ryan says, and Brendon starts, messing up whatever Spencer was doing, because he forgot Ryan was there, and then he wants to skirt away even more.
"Well, it's a shitty shirt," Spencer says, in the bitchy tone that he only uses for Ryan. He rests his hand on Brendon's side as he leans over to the emergency tackle box that Ryan brings everywhere. When you do vintage as much as Ryan does, there needs to be a back up plan, thread and patches and spare buttons.
There's also safety pins. Spencer grabs a handful before he leans back, shoulder bumping Brendon's arm. "Hold still," he says, still too, too close. Spencer's shampoo sort of smells like oranges or maybe lemons, like the cheap dollar store candy that Brendon used to sneak, back when he was still on his medication and needed anything to make the dull grey go away.
Brendon breathes in and does his best to listen as Spencer makes little creases in the shirt, folding it on itself and tucking the pins in to hold it. He watches the lines go clean in the mirror--because he can't be watching Spencer move around his body; that would just be weird--before Spencer's tucking the shirt in.
He bites down hard on his lip and closes his eyes. He cannot watch that happen, because Spencer's fingers are moving under his waistband and if he watches that? Spencer's hands might hit against Things Your Bandmates Should Not Do to You, and that would be bad, because this is Spencer, and Spencer is sort of a mocker. And then Ryan is still there, and where the hell is Jon? Jon's nice and distracting. If he could be nice and distracting and maybe come in, right then, Brendon could dress himself.
Spencer stops and steps back, and Brendon's shoulder sag. He looks pretty okay, especially when Spencer passes over the jacket. It hits the folding, and everything looks like it's supposed to be. "Thanks," he says to Spencer, and maybe his voice is a little softer and huskier than it should be, but Spencer smells like good childhood memories from a sucky time, and Brendon can still almost feel his hands.
"Don't mention it," Spencer says, close to Brendon's ear before he flops back down on the couch next to Ryan.
Brendon almost doesn't catch the way that Ryan rolls his eyes, and he really sort of wishes that he doesn't catch the way Spencer looks at him before Spencer starts in on Ryan about needing to get things tailored. Brendon decides that maybe it's a good time to find Shane or maybe Jon, anyone that can that can make him forget that happened until later when he's alone in his bunk.