Bandom: Change
Title: Change
Fandom: Bandom
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
Rating: R
Word Count: 511
Summary: Written for 15_minute_fic with the prompt Change.
Notes: Thanks to self_sustaining for the beta.
Brendon thought this tour would be horrible.
Ok, he didn’t really think horrible, but it was the first tour after everything changed and he does not handle change well. Physical change, sure, he’ll switch up his style or shoes or whatever the hell kids are into these days whenever the new trends appear.
But something as elemental as two band-mates who simply aren’t there anymore? Brendon was not looking forward to that.
Only without Ryan and Jon around, there seems to be less nagging on the bus. Brendon sings whenever he wants - just bellows his heart out in the tiny bathroom every morning - and no one complains. Hell, Ian is forever picking out some riff on his guitar, and he can’t really point fingers.
Ian and Dallon were warned about Spencer, too. Well, more like Spencer and Brendon. Brendon can’t help but smile when he pictures their faces before signing on for the tour. Spencer thought they should break it easy, subtly ask the guys if they’d mind the idea of having a couple living on the bus.
Brendon thought they should go for the shock angle and cut off Spencer’s careful explanation by grabbing him by the ears and pulling him into a heated kiss. By the time they broke apart, Dallon was laughing and Ian was mumbling about how he’d been right all along and the other guys can just sucks his balls.
As far as replacements go, they’re not half bad.
So when Brendon’s, well, lounging in the lounge, he always makes sure he’s plastered to Spencer’s side. Or hip, or face. Whatever happens to be closest. Then there was the incident with the breaking of the “no sex in the lounge…no really no sex in the lounge” rule. But no one mentions that except for Zack.
And Zack’s an ass, so whatever.
But right now Zack is posted at the door, keeping guard while Brendon molests his boyfriend. So really, he’s a pretty helpful dude.
Spencer is also pretty helpfully undoing Brendon’s zipper and shoving his jeans over his hips, which is totally something Brendon can go along with. He moans into the kiss, frantically pushing at Spencer’s jeans until they’re around his knees. He leans back against the wall and lets Spencer ravish him, clinging to him as they rock together.
Spencer goes still when he comes, splashing between their thighs. Brendon’s own orgasm rips through him and he whimpers, slumping forward against Spencer.
When he pulls back, Spencer’s grinning, even though they’re both covered in rapidly cooling come and have to be stage-presentable in a few minutes. But he dips down and kisses Brendon once more before they start to clean up, and Brendon nips on his ear on the way out of the dressing room.
And Ryan and Jon aren’t there to tell them to hurry the fuck up or to stop taking risks like making out in public. So Brendon can handle whatever changes this journey takes them on. Because he’s got a Spencer Smith at his side, and everyone else doesn’t matter.
Fandom: Bandom
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
Rating: R
Word Count: 511
Summary: Written for 15_minute_fic with the prompt Change.
Notes: Thanks to self_sustaining for the beta.
Brendon thought this tour would be horrible.
Ok, he didn’t really think horrible, but it was the first tour after everything changed and he does not handle change well. Physical change, sure, he’ll switch up his style or shoes or whatever the hell kids are into these days whenever the new trends appear.
But something as elemental as two band-mates who simply aren’t there anymore? Brendon was not looking forward to that.
Only without Ryan and Jon around, there seems to be less nagging on the bus. Brendon sings whenever he wants - just bellows his heart out in the tiny bathroom every morning - and no one complains. Hell, Ian is forever picking out some riff on his guitar, and he can’t really point fingers.
Ian and Dallon were warned about Spencer, too. Well, more like Spencer and Brendon. Brendon can’t help but smile when he pictures their faces before signing on for the tour. Spencer thought they should break it easy, subtly ask the guys if they’d mind the idea of having a couple living on the bus.
Brendon thought they should go for the shock angle and cut off Spencer’s careful explanation by grabbing him by the ears and pulling him into a heated kiss. By the time they broke apart, Dallon was laughing and Ian was mumbling about how he’d been right all along and the other guys can just sucks his balls.
As far as replacements go, they’re not half bad.
So when Brendon’s, well, lounging in the lounge, he always makes sure he’s plastered to Spencer’s side. Or hip, or face. Whatever happens to be closest. Then there was the incident with the breaking of the “no sex in the lounge…no really no sex in the lounge” rule. But no one mentions that except for Zack.
And Zack’s an ass, so whatever.
But right now Zack is posted at the door, keeping guard while Brendon molests his boyfriend. So really, he’s a pretty helpful dude.
Spencer is also pretty helpfully undoing Brendon’s zipper and shoving his jeans over his hips, which is totally something Brendon can go along with. He moans into the kiss, frantically pushing at Spencer’s jeans until they’re around his knees. He leans back against the wall and lets Spencer ravish him, clinging to him as they rock together.
Spencer goes still when he comes, splashing between their thighs. Brendon’s own orgasm rips through him and he whimpers, slumping forward against Spencer.
When he pulls back, Spencer’s grinning, even though they’re both covered in rapidly cooling come and have to be stage-presentable in a few minutes. But he dips down and kisses Brendon once more before they start to clean up, and Brendon nips on his ear on the way out of the dressing room.
And Ryan and Jon aren’t there to tell them to hurry the fuck up or to stop taking risks like making out in public. So Brendon can handle whatever changes this journey takes them on. Because he’s got a Spencer Smith at his side, and everyone else doesn’t matter.