After The Summer's Gone (1)
Title: After The Summer's Gone(1 of 2)
Author:
kc_love131
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
Rating: NC-17
POV: 3rd (Spencer-centric)
Warnings: Nothing really, besides general gayness (duh =P) sexual content and slight language
Disclaimer: If I said yes, I’d be having the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off ;-)
Summary: As far as summer flings go, this was something else alright. Because summer flings, they’re meant to be easy, simple. But this… this was turning into something more, and the thought of having to leave Brendon and go home only made Spencer cling tighter to him each night as they sat under the stars, listening to the waves crash heavily ashore and the cool breeze sweep through them.
Title and cut are from a very lame song I wrote when I was 14 that I just re-discovered today (and based this fic off the complete opposite of the lyrics, lol)
a/n: I am Australian, and so use Australian spelling and an Australian spell-check on word. I apologize if this complicates anything for you, and if anyone would be willing to run it through a US spell-check for me (if it’s that big an issue for anybody) then I’d be happy to update this fic with the US spelling =)
- more at end =)
“Hi! I’m Brendon!”
Spencer raised both his sunglasses and his eyebrows, surveying Brendon silently before replying with a disinterested and unimpressed ‘Uhuh…’ before lowering his shades and lying back on the sand, leaving the other boy standing there dumbfounded.
Not to be deterred, the boy (Brendon) lowered himself on the sand and sat facing Spencer, poking him with his big toe.
‘Come on, man! What’s your name?’
‘Spencer…’
‘Hi Spencer! How are you? How old are you? Where are you from? You here on holidays? I am, I’m with my parents and my sister and my brothers and I’m sick of them all and I haven’t seen anyone else my age until you so pleaseplease talk to me and keep me company and…’
‘Whoa… man… did you BREATHE at all during that??’
‘Well… no…’ Brendon replied thoughtfully, ‘But why waste time breathing when I’m meeting a new friend.’ And he trailed off with a smile so dazzling that Spencer couldn’t help but reciprocate.
And so maybe Spencer hadn’t exactly been looking for a friend to spend the holiday with, content to just sit by the water and keep to himself, as his father played golf, his mother amused herself in all the tacky beachside shops and his sisters dumped buckets of water and sand over him (and maybe he hadn’t been so content to sit and be alone then, in favour of running after the girls and tackling them down onto the sand… but he maybe didn’t mind that so much, either). But somehow, he had now found himself attached to Brendon.
And somehow, more surprisingly… he didn’t exactly mind. Brendon, normally, was the kind of guy Spencer usually wouldn’t have had anything to do with. Not because he didn’t like him or want to be around him, no. Brendon’s personality, enthusiasm and charm were such that no one could ever feel that way about him. It’s just that when he was on, he was ON and when he was off, he was still very much ON in a way that Spencer hadn’t quite experienced before. And Spencer had friends, he did… but the only one that really meant anything was Ryan, and Ryan was so NOT like Brendon that somehow, it felt almost like betrayal as to how much he found himself liking this boy with the too-long hair and the silly red glasses and the sparkly t-shirts. But then, Ryan wasn’t here and although Spencer HADN’T been looking for a friend, HAD been content and even grateful for the time alone, the fact was he had found Brendon (or more like Brendon had found and collected him), Spencer couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed and that maybe, this is what he had been needing and unknowingly searching for, for quite some time now.
Spencer knew and was comfortable with his sexuality, and had been for quite some time now. His parents knew and accepted, Ryan knew and supported, his sisters knew and weren’t old enough to understand that this was anything unusual and so, all up, Spencer was content. He had never actively searched for a boyfriend, and he knew that chances are, the majority of the guys he had eyed up in the past were going to be straight, and the few guys he had been with were more for convenience and a good time, rather than for the possibility of anything serious. It wasn’t that he had talked himself out of the possibility of love or falling for anybody, and it wasn’t that he didn’t want to… just that, situation in hand, he dealt with it all realistically.
And so, he found himself surprised by all that he was feeling towards Brendon. Brendon, who was… not like him, suffice to say. Or more accurately, not like anyone. Ever. This tiny, hyper littleball of endless enthusiasm and cheer, eager as a tiny puppy and even cuter. Someone that Spencer had never even imagined could possibly exist anywhere in the world, let alone here with him, on the sand and listening to the crashing waves. And so, when Spencer was honest with himself, he was taken aback. And, as he dealt with everything logically, he was also not as surprised as he had originally thought. Because this was Brendon and he was Spencer and, unconventional and illogical as it may be, in the end it all made sense.
And when they had both come to acknowledge this, and had gotten past the awkwardness of just-met summer friendships and delved into the world of summer-romances, things were pretty awesome. There were still times when Spencer may have been sleeping in late, or sitting quietly on the beach when Brendon would come bounding up with that new-puppy eagerness, wanting to go swimming, or buy ice cream, or ‘just ONE little kiss SpencerSmith, pleeaassseee???’ that Spencer thought longingly of the peace and solitude he had felt before the day Brendon had pranced into his life with his sunshine smiles and warm, enveloping hugs and cuddles, and as Spencer felt his heart tug a little at these images, and looked up to be confronted with the small pout Brendon sported whenever he thought that maybe Spencer really did want him to go, that Spencer was reminded of exactly why this summer was turning into the best of his life and allowed himself to be dragged along (grumbling, of course, but good-naturedly) with Brendon to do whatever it was he wanted to do now.
Which was how Spencer’s summer totally turned itself around. Rather than quiet, lonely days by the water (which Spencer no longer reflected back on with the same fond, longing thoughts that he had at first), he found his days filled with Brendon and Brendon-ish things. Like mini golf on the putt-putt course, cursing as he tried to get that damn ball through the dragon’s mouth for the 10th time already, damnit Brendon!! One of Brendon’s particular favourites was dragging Spencer through all the tacky souvenir shops, buying ridiculous pencils and magnets and throwing ugly hats onto both his own and Spencer’s heads, and pulling them both in front of the mirror to snap a couple of ‘MySpace shots’ of the both of them. Brendon would pull Spencer close to him and press a kiss to his cheek, as Spencer would pretend to scowl at the camera, barely fighting back the grin itching to be made free. And that was how Brendon made Spencer feel. Like maybe all this time he had just been shut up and locked away (by his own doing, of course) but now he was just fighting to get out, suppressing the urge to scratch and scratch and just shed the old layer and burst free, all blinding smiles and dazzling eyes, try and match up to Brendon’s presence in this world. But then as they found themselves politely ushered out of yet another shop, Spencer’s face burning and Brendon’s grin (and the hickey he was sporting) unmatched by any other, Spencer thought that perhaps, one Brendon was already more than enough. And somehow, by some luck, that one, unique Brendon Urie had ended up with him, Spencer Smith.
Spencer slowly savoured the last of his ice cream cone, and watched Brendon noisily sucking up the last of his milkshake, voicing his enjoyment and wondered at just how different the two of them were. Until he watched as Brendon threw his head back, adams apple bobbing, as he swallowed the rest. And then as Brendon clamoured into Spencer’s lap and pushed him down onto the sand, sharing the last of his milkshake with Spencer, tongues swirling through the thick vanilla flavoured liquid and then, well… Spencer’s thoughts turned around completely.
Brendon, Spencer thought later on that night when all the families had left and it was just the two of them on the beach in the dark, unfortunately didn’t taste like vanilla, but that wasn’t going to stop him going back for another taste. And as he swirled his tongue around the head of Brendon’s cock, lightly sucking on the head, he thoughts that it really wasn’t so bad and hey, those sinfully beautiful noises Brendon was making? Yea, that definitely made up for his lack of vanilla essence. And ok wow, Spencer totally did not just giggle at that thought… but then Brendon is moaning even louder from the vibrations at the back of Spencer’s mouth as he worked his way to the base of Brendon’s cock, so maybe he did. And that noise, right then? That high keening noise that trailed off into a low groan and a pant of Spencer’s name? Yea, that, he wanted to hear again. So Spencer hummed again and sunk his lips around Brendon, lips stretched impossibly tight and mouth impossibly full, until his nose was buried in the soft curls around Brendon’s base (and maybe those other guys hadn’t been anything important, but they certainly provided good practice) and Brendon’s body was shaking, as he attempted to steady himself with a hand on Spencer head.
“Spence… I… I… Spence… oh god…” He panted, hand gripping harder and toes curling as he attempted to warn Spencer.
Spencer only sunk down again and hummed louder, tracing along the length with his tongue and sucking as hard as he could from this angle. And all too soon, Brendon was gasping and writhing, before Spencer felt strings of hot, thick liquid coating his mouth and shooting down his throat, as Brendon moaned his name loudly, hand pressing harder still on Spencer’s scalp. Spencer swallowed as much as he could, but not quite fast enough, and when Brendon’s hand finally loosened and Spencer slowly pulled off, Brendon pressed a hand to Spencer’s cheek and felt the wetness on his fingers.
“Fuck… Spencer… I… oh shit…that was…” Brendon started, incoherently, before Spencer shut him up with a deep kiss, tongue reaching out to lick Brendon’s cum from the corner of his mouth and sharing it with Brendon, letting him taste himself.
Later, as they both lay on the sand, watching the dark waves crash heavily onto the shore before them and the stars shining brightly above, Spencer tightened his arms around Brendon, who curled up tighter against him, and couldn’t help laughing. Because seriously, how fucking cliché.
a/n: Hope you liked, let me know! Next part should be up pretty soon (within a few days, that is). This is currently un-beta’ed, as I don’t have one and the two bandom friends I have that I would normally run things by, aren’t online. So hey, if anyone interested in beta-ing for me, or even just friending me, go ahead! I’d love to meet more of you on here! =)
Author:
kc_love131
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
Rating: NC-17
POV: 3rd (Spencer-centric)
Warnings: Nothing really, besides general gayness (duh =P) sexual content and slight language
Disclaimer: If I said yes, I’d be having the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off ;-)
Summary: As far as summer flings go, this was something else alright. Because summer flings, they’re meant to be easy, simple. But this… this was turning into something more, and the thought of having to leave Brendon and go home only made Spencer cling tighter to him each night as they sat under the stars, listening to the waves crash heavily ashore and the cool breeze sweep through them.
Title and cut are from a very lame song I wrote when I was 14 that I just re-discovered today (and based this fic off the complete opposite of the lyrics, lol)
a/n: I am Australian, and so use Australian spelling and an Australian spell-check on word. I apologize if this complicates anything for you, and if anyone would be willing to run it through a US spell-check for me (if it’s that big an issue for anybody) then I’d be happy to update this fic with the US spelling =)
- more at end =)
“Hi! I’m Brendon!”
Spencer raised both his sunglasses and his eyebrows, surveying Brendon silently before replying with a disinterested and unimpressed ‘Uhuh…’ before lowering his shades and lying back on the sand, leaving the other boy standing there dumbfounded.
Not to be deterred, the boy (Brendon) lowered himself on the sand and sat facing Spencer, poking him with his big toe.
‘Come on, man! What’s your name?’
‘Spencer…’
‘Hi Spencer! How are you? How old are you? Where are you from? You here on holidays? I am, I’m with my parents and my sister and my brothers and I’m sick of them all and I haven’t seen anyone else my age until you so pleaseplease talk to me and keep me company and…’
‘Whoa… man… did you BREATHE at all during that??’
‘Well… no…’ Brendon replied thoughtfully, ‘But why waste time breathing when I’m meeting a new friend.’ And he trailed off with a smile so dazzling that Spencer couldn’t help but reciprocate.
And so maybe Spencer hadn’t exactly been looking for a friend to spend the holiday with, content to just sit by the water and keep to himself, as his father played golf, his mother amused herself in all the tacky beachside shops and his sisters dumped buckets of water and sand over him (and maybe he hadn’t been so content to sit and be alone then, in favour of running after the girls and tackling them down onto the sand… but he maybe didn’t mind that so much, either). But somehow, he had now found himself attached to Brendon.
And somehow, more surprisingly… he didn’t exactly mind. Brendon, normally, was the kind of guy Spencer usually wouldn’t have had anything to do with. Not because he didn’t like him or want to be around him, no. Brendon’s personality, enthusiasm and charm were such that no one could ever feel that way about him. It’s just that when he was on, he was ON and when he was off, he was still very much ON in a way that Spencer hadn’t quite experienced before. And Spencer had friends, he did… but the only one that really meant anything was Ryan, and Ryan was so NOT like Brendon that somehow, it felt almost like betrayal as to how much he found himself liking this boy with the too-long hair and the silly red glasses and the sparkly t-shirts. But then, Ryan wasn’t here and although Spencer HADN’T been looking for a friend, HAD been content and even grateful for the time alone, the fact was he had found Brendon (or more like Brendon had found and collected him), Spencer couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed and that maybe, this is what he had been needing and unknowingly searching for, for quite some time now.
Spencer knew and was comfortable with his sexuality, and had been for quite some time now. His parents knew and accepted, Ryan knew and supported, his sisters knew and weren’t old enough to understand that this was anything unusual and so, all up, Spencer was content. He had never actively searched for a boyfriend, and he knew that chances are, the majority of the guys he had eyed up in the past were going to be straight, and the few guys he had been with were more for convenience and a good time, rather than for the possibility of anything serious. It wasn’t that he had talked himself out of the possibility of love or falling for anybody, and it wasn’t that he didn’t want to… just that, situation in hand, he dealt with it all realistically.
And so, he found himself surprised by all that he was feeling towards Brendon. Brendon, who was… not like him, suffice to say. Or more accurately, not like anyone. Ever. This tiny, hyper littleball of endless enthusiasm and cheer, eager as a tiny puppy and even cuter. Someone that Spencer had never even imagined could possibly exist anywhere in the world, let alone here with him, on the sand and listening to the crashing waves. And so, when Spencer was honest with himself, he was taken aback. And, as he dealt with everything logically, he was also not as surprised as he had originally thought. Because this was Brendon and he was Spencer and, unconventional and illogical as it may be, in the end it all made sense.
And when they had both come to acknowledge this, and had gotten past the awkwardness of just-met summer friendships and delved into the world of summer-romances, things were pretty awesome. There were still times when Spencer may have been sleeping in late, or sitting quietly on the beach when Brendon would come bounding up with that new-puppy eagerness, wanting to go swimming, or buy ice cream, or ‘just ONE little kiss SpencerSmith, pleeaassseee???’ that Spencer thought longingly of the peace and solitude he had felt before the day Brendon had pranced into his life with his sunshine smiles and warm, enveloping hugs and cuddles, and as Spencer felt his heart tug a little at these images, and looked up to be confronted with the small pout Brendon sported whenever he thought that maybe Spencer really did want him to go, that Spencer was reminded of exactly why this summer was turning into the best of his life and allowed himself to be dragged along (grumbling, of course, but good-naturedly) with Brendon to do whatever it was he wanted to do now.
Which was how Spencer’s summer totally turned itself around. Rather than quiet, lonely days by the water (which Spencer no longer reflected back on with the same fond, longing thoughts that he had at first), he found his days filled with Brendon and Brendon-ish things. Like mini golf on the putt-putt course, cursing as he tried to get that damn ball through the dragon’s mouth for the 10th time already, damnit Brendon!! One of Brendon’s particular favourites was dragging Spencer through all the tacky souvenir shops, buying ridiculous pencils and magnets and throwing ugly hats onto both his own and Spencer’s heads, and pulling them both in front of the mirror to snap a couple of ‘MySpace shots’ of the both of them. Brendon would pull Spencer close to him and press a kiss to his cheek, as Spencer would pretend to scowl at the camera, barely fighting back the grin itching to be made free. And that was how Brendon made Spencer feel. Like maybe all this time he had just been shut up and locked away (by his own doing, of course) but now he was just fighting to get out, suppressing the urge to scratch and scratch and just shed the old layer and burst free, all blinding smiles and dazzling eyes, try and match up to Brendon’s presence in this world. But then as they found themselves politely ushered out of yet another shop, Spencer’s face burning and Brendon’s grin (and the hickey he was sporting) unmatched by any other, Spencer thought that perhaps, one Brendon was already more than enough. And somehow, by some luck, that one, unique Brendon Urie had ended up with him, Spencer Smith.
Spencer slowly savoured the last of his ice cream cone, and watched Brendon noisily sucking up the last of his milkshake, voicing his enjoyment and wondered at just how different the two of them were. Until he watched as Brendon threw his head back, adams apple bobbing, as he swallowed the rest. And then as Brendon clamoured into Spencer’s lap and pushed him down onto the sand, sharing the last of his milkshake with Spencer, tongues swirling through the thick vanilla flavoured liquid and then, well… Spencer’s thoughts turned around completely.
Brendon, Spencer thought later on that night when all the families had left and it was just the two of them on the beach in the dark, unfortunately didn’t taste like vanilla, but that wasn’t going to stop him going back for another taste. And as he swirled his tongue around the head of Brendon’s cock, lightly sucking on the head, he thoughts that it really wasn’t so bad and hey, those sinfully beautiful noises Brendon was making? Yea, that definitely made up for his lack of vanilla essence. And ok wow, Spencer totally did not just giggle at that thought… but then Brendon is moaning even louder from the vibrations at the back of Spencer’s mouth as he worked his way to the base of Brendon’s cock, so maybe he did. And that noise, right then? That high keening noise that trailed off into a low groan and a pant of Spencer’s name? Yea, that, he wanted to hear again. So Spencer hummed again and sunk his lips around Brendon, lips stretched impossibly tight and mouth impossibly full, until his nose was buried in the soft curls around Brendon’s base (and maybe those other guys hadn’t been anything important, but they certainly provided good practice) and Brendon’s body was shaking, as he attempted to steady himself with a hand on Spencer head.
“Spence… I… I… Spence… oh god…” He panted, hand gripping harder and toes curling as he attempted to warn Spencer.
Spencer only sunk down again and hummed louder, tracing along the length with his tongue and sucking as hard as he could from this angle. And all too soon, Brendon was gasping and writhing, before Spencer felt strings of hot, thick liquid coating his mouth and shooting down his throat, as Brendon moaned his name loudly, hand pressing harder still on Spencer’s scalp. Spencer swallowed as much as he could, but not quite fast enough, and when Brendon’s hand finally loosened and Spencer slowly pulled off, Brendon pressed a hand to Spencer’s cheek and felt the wetness on his fingers.
“Fuck… Spencer… I… oh shit…that was…” Brendon started, incoherently, before Spencer shut him up with a deep kiss, tongue reaching out to lick Brendon’s cum from the corner of his mouth and sharing it with Brendon, letting him taste himself.
Later, as they both lay on the sand, watching the dark waves crash heavily onto the shore before them and the stars shining brightly above, Spencer tightened his arms around Brendon, who curled up tighter against him, and couldn’t help laughing. Because seriously, how fucking cliché.
a/n: Hope you liked, let me know! Next part should be up pretty soon (within a few days, that is). This is currently un-beta’ed, as I don’t have one and the two bandom friends I have that I would normally run things by, aren’t online. So hey, if anyone interested in beta-ing for me, or even just friending me, go ahead! I’d love to meet more of you on here! =)