Definitely Maybe
Title: Definitely Maybe
Author: Telis (theaerosolkid)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spencer/Brendon
Summary: Genderswap! Brendon wakes up without a dick. Spencer adjusts.
Word Count: 3482
Disclaimer: Fake, fake, fake.
A/N: Thanks to notshybutsly for the awesome beta!! This is for disarm_d -- we were talking about how awesome Brendon and Ryan are, and how they were totally MFEO liek whoah dude (or something, whatever) but mostly how great genderswap is, so, in a dastardly attempt (that TOTALLY WORKED, hahahaha) to get some Brendon/Ryan fluff out of her, I promised Spencer/girl!Brendon \o/ Enjoy!
Spencer yawned and stretched languidly, fumbled at his side for Brendon. He paused, feeling the empty bed. "Brendon," he called out.
No answer. Weird. Spencer sat up, blinked sleep from his eyes. It wasn't uncommon for Brendon to wake up long before Spencer, but he kept his iPod by the bed and usually just rolled over and listened to music, cuddled up to Spencer and waited for him to wake up. That, or he'd prod at Spencer until he stirred.
It was kind of a nice arrangement - after the tour was over, Spencer alternated between staying at home to help his parents and at the apartment he'd leased. Brendon usually spent a couple nights a week at Spencer's.
It wasn't like Brendon, though, to not be there when Spencer woke up. Spencer frowned and climbed out of bed, saw a crack of light at the bottom of the closed bathroom door. Something else that was out of place: Brendon rarely ever closed doors, particularly not bathroom doors, at least around Spencer. Staying over at the Urie household during December had made it clear that he maintained the opposite policy when dealing with his family. Spencer knocked tentatively.
"Go back to bed," Brendon yelled, voice shrill.
"What's wrong?" Spencer asked, brow furrowing in confusion. He jiggled at the handle. Locked. It figured.
"Nothing," Brendon insisted.
"Let me in, asshole," Spencer said, banging on the door.
A long pause.
"I can help if you tell me what's wrong," Spencer tried. This was so unlike Brendon. Usually it was Ryan who made everyone work to figure out what was wrong, Brendon nearly always came right out and announced what was bothering him. He heard a harsh sigh from the other side of the door and shifted to the side, trying to see better as it swung open.
Another, longer pause. Spencer stared for probably a full minute before he managed to open his mouth, much less start making sounds.
"Okay, then. That's. Okay. Well." Spencer said. Brendon scowled and slammed the door shut again. "Brendon. Brendon, open the door."
"Not happening!" Brendon shouted.
Spencer kicked at the door until Brendon opened it. Spencer drew him into a hug. "It's going to be all right, okay? We'll figure this out. It's not the end of the world."
"Right," Brendon said shakily. "Spontaneously changing into a girl is something you have lots of experience with, I take it?" Spencer chuckled.
"Not really," he admitted. "But, come on. It'll be okay." He kissed the top of Brendon's head.
"At least my boobs are pretty nice," Brendon said after a beat. "Wasn't really expecting that."
"Yeah, me either."
Thwack.
--
Spencer ended up heading out to Ryan's apartment to talk about what had happened to Brendon, in a ridiculously long and annoying conversation. Ryan's most helpful contribution to the list of possible fixes was a sex change operation. Which was just...stupid. So Spencer gave up and called Jon, tried to explain what was going on in with Brendon.
Jon couldn't stop laughing once the he saw the picture. "Dude, dude, best Photoshop ever. Jesus. That's."
"It's not Photoshop," Spencer said irritably. "I woke up and he had tits."
Dead silence. "Well."
"Yeah, so, just a nice update," Spencer said. "Just letting you know, whatever."
"...Wait it out?" Jon said hesitantly. "I don't know, if he just woke up with it, then maybe he can wake up without it?"
"Waking up without it is kind of the problem," Ryan quipped. Spencer rolled his eyes.
"We're going to talk pointlessly about this for three hours and resolve absolutely nothing, aren't we," Spencer said with a sigh.
"Obviously," Ryan said. Which is of course what happened until Spencer finally decided to call it quits and head back to his place, where Brendon was cuddled up into a tight little ball on the couch.
"You're still in your pajamas?" Spencer asked.
"No," Brendon said, sighing. "I don't even know what the fuck I should be doing, okay? My clothes don't fit right anymore and it's more than a little weird shaving my armpits with the razor I used yesterday to shave my face and my knees are probably going to be scarred from all the fucking cuts on my legs and I'm really starting to see what the actual purpose of a bra is and it's just weird and -"
"Hey," Spencer interrupted. "It'll be all right, okay? We'll go to the mall or something."
"I guess," he said. Spencer sighed.
"Come on, cheer up," Spencer said, poking Brendon's shoulder. Brendon wriggled away. "It's gonna be fine, okay? It can't last forever. People don't just - don't just wake up as girls and stay that way."
"Typically, people don't just wake up as girls," Brendon snarked, but allowed Spencer to pull him to his feet.
--
Brendon settled in a little easier after they got him dressed in a pair of jeans that fit nicely ("Fuck, my hips are bigger. Jesus.") and into a bra ("Ohh God, Spence. How the shit do girls get these to fit right? These straps're weird, what the hell."). He also perked up after a makeover ("Man, this is so much nicer than Ross's crap. I am a pretty lady, Spencer, look at me.") and a smoothie ("Spencer, here, taste. Mine're better, right? Right?").
Spencer spent a while talking with Ryan, trying to calm him down, before he finally decided to just hang up and turn his phone off. He figured he'd probably regret it in the morning, but needed some fucking peace. Some time to focus on helping Brendon feel better and maybe find his dick again.
"Hey," Spencer said, slipping into the bedroom. Brendon glanced up from his Sidekick. "How're doing?"
"Fine, I guess," Brendon said, setting his phone aside. "Still kinda stuck on Dude, Where's My Cock." Spencer curled up with him on the bed, kissing his neck gently, moving automatically. Brendon flinched and pushed him away. "Hey, no. That's just. Weird."
"Why?" Spencer asked.
"I don't know," Brendon said, frustrated. "I don't know, okay? I just. It's weird. This girl thing is just. Whatever. I'm gonna sleep, okay?"
"Sure," Spencer said. Brendon ducked under the covers. Hesitantly, Spencer sat at the edge of the bed. "D'you mind if I - um."
"Yeah, okay," Brendon mumbled. Spencer crawled under the covers and wrapped his arms around Brendon gently, trying to not freak him out. "I'm not gonna break," Brendon said irritably.
"Sorry," Spencer said, and drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
--
When Spencer woke up, Brendon was squirming up against him. "You okay?" Spencer mumbled blearily.
"Yeah, fine," Brendon said shortly. "Still a girl, though." He wiggled around until he was nose-to-nose with Spencer. "Mph. You have morning breath."
"So do you," Spencer said, yawning. "Mmhm, you're warm, c'mere." Obediently, Brendon snuggled closer.
It was sort of strange, curling up with Brendon as a girl. The entire map of his body was so completely altered; curves where there had been hard angles. He was still skinny, making the arc of his hips and the slope of his ribcage contrast sharply with the jutting of his shoulders and collarbones; with the stark definition of his kneecaps and scapulae. He even smelled different, kind of - kind of warmer now, gentler, and it made Spencer want to be more careful with him. Spencer leaned in to kiss him, moving slowly. Brendon didn't react at first, letting Spencer just feel their mouths pressed softly together. Brendon rolled to his back, pulled Spencer atop him. Spencer kissed him harder, now, dipping his tongue down between Brendon's lips. It was strange to feel Brendon's legs hitch up around his hips and not feel Brendon's cock lined up along his. Brendon whimpered against his mouth and fisted his hands in Spencer's shirt.
"You - are you," Spencer murmured.
"Just - " Brendon gasped, "Spencer, I don't - just."
"Yeah, okay," Spencer said, and cupped Brendon's jaw, stroking lightly. Brendon arched up into him, rubbing his body along Spencer's. Spencer pulled himself up, propped up on his elbow, and slipped his fingers up under Brendon's shirt, skimming along the dip of his belly up to the gentle swell of his breasts.
"Weird," Brendon breathed. Spencer flicked his thumb against Brendon's nipple, pinching tenderly before pulling away enough to pull Brendon's shirt off, dip his head to Brendon's throat and kiss at his skin. Brendon's breathing quickened as Spencer kissed his way down his sternum, sucking lightly.
"Okay so far?" Spencer asked softly. Brendon's breath hitched and he cleared his throat.
"Yeah, keep - if you could."
"Sure," Spencer said, and licked across Brendon's flesh, tasting the curves of Brendon's new body. Brendon fumbled a bit with his hands, seemingly unsure of where to let them rest. Finally he set them gently at the back of Spencer's skull, cupping his head lightly. Spencer stroked one hand down to Brendon's hip, squeezing in time with his kisses. Brendon tugged a bit, and Spencer drifted back to his mouth, lining their bodies up again. Brendon slipped his leg between Spencer's, rolling his hips.
"Here, let me," he breathed, pushing Spencer over to his back and pulling at the waistband of his boxers. Spencer lifted his hips, watched the jiggle of Brendon's breasts as he lobbed the boxers at the pile of dirty laundry in the corner of the room. Brendon knelt beside Spencer and dipped down to his cock, taking it in his hand (smaller now, Spencer noticed) before biting his lip and dropping his head, licking over the tip. Spencer trailed his fingertips through Brendon's hair (longer, softer), encouraging. Brendon sucked the head into his mouth, sucking lightly as he worked his hand over the length. He kept his hand at the base and worked his mouth down over the length, taking enough in to meet his fingers with his lips. Spencer moaned quietly as Brendon sucked harder, twisting his wrist.
"Fuck," he mumbled. Brendon pulled his hand away slowly, opening his throat and pressing down harder, swallowing around Spencer's cock. He brought one hand to Spencer's belly, tangling his fingers with Spencer's as he worked up a faster rhythm, fucking himself down on Spencer's cock. His other hand rested at Spencer's thigh, gripping.
It was surreal, almost, lying there like that while Brendon sucked him off enthusiastically, just like always. It was almost insane how much similar this all was, the sensations familiar and comforting to both of them, if the way Brendon was whimpering around his thick mouthful of cock was any indication at all. It was intoxicating, watching him lose himself in Spencer's pleasure like that, his hair falling down to shroud his face.
Spencer fought to keep still as Brendon hummed, pulled almost all the way off, sucking his way to the tip. "Brendon - " he grunted, coming with a jerk of his hips. Brendon sat back on his haunches and licked his swollen lips, rubbed the back of his wrist along his mouth. Spencer lay panting, staring up at him.
Spencer sat up and reached for him, slipped his fingers into the back of Brendon's pajama pants. Brendon squirmed a bit until Spencer pulled back.
"What?"
Brendon shuddered and pushed him away. "I. Um, I don't know. I'm gonna. Go take a shower, all right? This is. This is pretty weird, all right?"
"Sure," Spencer said, rolling away. Brendon shot him a grateful glance and padded to the bathroom. Spencer sighed, frustrated, and flopped back against the pillows as he heard the water start up.
--
Spencer came up behind Brendon as he was pouring pancake batter onto a frying pan, obviously deep in thought. Spencer wrapped his arms around Brendon's waist and leaned in, kissing at the back of his neck. "Hey," he murmured. Brendon hadn't bought any new hair products, so as he leaned in he could smell the same sharp lemongrass scent of his conditioner. He hadn't bothered to style his hair at all, only comb through it, so it clung to the back of his neck in loose dripping tendrils.
Brendon stiffened for a moment, but relaxed into Spencer's embrace. "Hi. Pancakes?"
"Always," Spencer said fervently. "So -"
"If you ask me how I'm doing one more time I swear to God I will decapitate you with this spatula."
Spencer blinked. "Um. It's actually just, like, plastic or whatever, you know, so. That's gonna be sort of hard."
"Watch me," Brendon says fiercely. Spencer kissed at his neck again.
"I reserve the right to not believe you at all," Spencer told him, letting his eyes slip shut.
"Whatever," Brendon said. "You're out of chocolate chips, so the pancakes are boring."
"I can handle boring," Spencer said. "So. You wanna talk about -"
"Not really," Brendon interrupted, shrugging him away. "You should probably take a step back, okay, pancakes are serious business, Spencer. I mean it."
"I don't doubt it," Spencer said, letting Brendon push him back a bit. Brendon flips the pancakes neatly onto a plate and rips off a chunk, turns around and offers it to Spencer. He leaned in and bit the pancake, sucked lightly on Brendon's fingers. "But if you want, we can try the sex thing again, you know," he said. Brendon hesitated.
"Well," he said carefully.
"We don't have to, if you don't want to," Spencer said.
"No, no, I want to," Brendon said right away. "But, um. I don't know. It's kind of. It's weird, okay?"
"Yeah, I know," Spencer said. "But maybe. I don't know. Maybe it'll be good, too, like a good kind of weird."
"I guess," Brendon said, turned back to the pancakes. Spencer kept snitching, not bothering with butter or syrup. Brendon smirked at him and smothered his other half with butter. They ate standing up, in companionable silence.
"Anyway, I was singing in the shower," Brendon said.
"Yeah?" Spencer had, in fact, heard him, but Brendon was sometimes maddeningly indirect in his conversation patterns. Sometimes he said things just for the simple virtue of allowing them to be said. He was prone to weird lead-ins and circular logic, but it was sometimes fun to decode what he wanted. Like the world's most insane, extensive puzzle, really.
"Yeah, I don't know, I guess my range isn't all that affected," Brendon was saying. "My lower register sucks anyway, but at least the hole in my upper's a little smaller this way."
"Sure," Spencer said. "I have no idea what any of that means." Brendon opens his mouth to explain. "Don't bother, I'll just forget it anyway."
Brendon rolled his eyes. "Singing is a super-important thing, Spencer. It's the sort of thing everyone should do."
"I know how to sing," Spencer said. "Just not, you know. In a way that would stand up to professionals." He smirked at Brendon and lifted his eyebrows suggestively.
"Yeah, whatever," Brendon said, rolled his eyes again. "Hey, boobs are kinda weird to have, by the way."
"Wouldn't know," Spencer said. Brendon shrugged.
"So, the sex thing."
--
Spencer pushed Brendon back to the bed, kissed him hard. "Shh," he said, when Brendon tried to climb on top of him. "No, let me, okay?"
"Okay," Brendon breathed. His eyes were wide and dark, his breathing already heavy. "I don't -"
"Shh," Spencer said again, and pressed his mouth to Brendon's throat. Brendon sighed and sang a few soft notes, wordlessly. Spencer tasted the vibrations, felt them buzzing softly across his lips. He smiled a little before working his way down, pushing Brendon's shirt off, kissing between his breasts, cupping them lightly.
"Weird," Brendon whispered.
"Shut up and enjoy it," Spencer told him, nosing down to his belly, dropping soft little kisses on his way. "Spread your legs, all right?" Brendon gave a shaky sigh and parted his legs. Spencer rubbed at his thighs, kissed his hips, trailing back up. He stroked at the crease of Brendon's thighs, spread him open. Brendon let out a little whimper, and Spencer chuckled gently. "Just wait," he murmured, and flicked his tongue lightly against Brendon's clit.
He kissed at Brendon's folds, letting his tongue roll down, flicking inside quickly. Brendon whined again, low in his throat, and Spencer pushed his tongue in deeper, sucked his way out and back up to Brendon's clit, licking in slow aimless strokes on either side. "Spe - ohh, fuck, ohhh, ohhh," Brendon gasped, and, mercifully, Spencer dragged his tongue right over his clit, pressing probably too hard, almost. Brendon's usually ridiculously responsive, and despite his recalcitrance earlier he was squirming, moaning eagerly.
Spencer gently pushed one finger in, curving upward. Brendon squeaked and arched up, fumbling down for Spencer's head and tugging at his hair. Spencer kept licking, keeping up the same pace as he pushed another finger in, rubbed at him harder. Brendon shuddered suddenly, tensed sharply. Spencer pulled back a little, gave Brendon a moment to breathe.
"That was," Brendon breathed. "Different, wow." Spencer smirked at him and kissed his belly.
"Just wait," he murmured, and slid down further, licking in quick short little strokes. Brendon was writhing, grinding up against Spencer's mouth, bracing his heels against the mattress. Spencer pressed his palm flat to Brendon's stomach, pushed him back down, still lapping eagerly. Brendon gasped and bucked up into him as Spencer pushed two fingers back in at once, sliding a third in easily, curling his fingers in time with the movements of his tongue.
Brendon sobbed and gripped at the sheets while Spencer stroked him inside and out, taunting him with softening little licks, working his fingers more gently. "More," Brendon groaned. "Ohh, ohh, please."
His voice as he cried out was different now, higher and sharper, a whining little note of need colouring his exclamations. Spencer hummed appreciatively, flicking his tongue back and forth. He pulsed his fingers gently, slipped them out. Brendon whimpered at the loss, flexing his hips, asking for more. Spencer pushed his tongue back in, twisting, twisting, rubbing his thumb in little circles against Brendon's clit. He slipped his other hand down, shifting enough to slip two fingers in, licking and teasing between them. Brendon choked out a harsh strangled noise, clenched down hard around Spencer's fingers, crying out again, loud.
"Thank God for soundproofing," Spencer said dryly, kissing between Brendon's folds again. Brendon laughed a little, panting and sighing. Spencer spent a few minutes trailing his fingertips along the sloping lines of Brendon's ribcage, feeling at the bones, following the sweet dip of his waist and the swell of his hips before he dipped his head down again.
"Ohh, Jesus, fuck," Brendon gasped, sounding desperate. "I - ohh, fuck, you're trying to kill - ohh, ohh -" He broke off into mindless babbles of pleasure. Spencer just kept licking, kept working his fingers inside Brendon until he spasmed and shrieked. Spencer dropped a wet open-mouthed kiss to the inside of his thigh, then slipped away, tonguing at the ridge of Brendon's hipbone. "Ohh, fuck, fuck. Jesus, Spencer, I, ohh."
"Feel better?" Brendon heaved himself up onto his elbows, stared down at Spencer with flushed cheeks and sweat glistening over his body.
"Yeah, just a little," Brendon said breathlessly. "Holy shit." Spencer smiled pleasantly at him, wrapped his arms around Brendon's waist and pulled him in close. Brendon tried stretching out, gave up. "Jesus, I think you killed me." He let out a low groan.
They lay like that for a while, kissing languidly. "See?" Spencer said, breaking away. "Going to be fine."
--
They spent the next week fucking. Spencer decided he liked it best lying flat on his back while Brendon rode him, breasts bouncing away with his head tossed back and one hand working at his clit.
"I might actually miss this when I get my dick back," Brendon said thoughtfully, settling down on Spencer's cock. "Mmmhm, fuck."
"You're just too lazy to bother with lube," Spencer told him, snapping his hips up hard. Brendon let his eyes shut and moaned loudly.
--
Spencer woke up a few days later as Brendon pinched him. "Hey. Hey. Hey, Spencer, wake the fuck up."
"What?" Spencer mumbled, bleary with sleep.
"I have a dick again and I would really like it if you'd suck it for me," Brendon said brightly. Spencer rolled his eyes but went to it, sucking the head of Brendon's cock into his mouth, swift and easy. On the nightstand, Spencer's phone went off with the usual morning call from Ryan. Brendon fumbled for the phone, sighing as Spencer took him deeper, opening his throat and swallowing.
"So?" Ryan asked as soon as Brendon hit the answer button. "Are you a real boy again yet?"
"Yeah," Brendon said, his voice remarkably smooth. "All my totally male body parts are present and accounted for."
"Well, good," Ryan said, sounding amused. "Have a nice blowjob."
Click.
--http://theaerosolkid.livejournal.com/91998.html
Author: Telis (theaerosolkid)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spencer/Brendon
Summary: Genderswap! Brendon wakes up without a dick. Spencer adjusts.
Word Count: 3482
Disclaimer: Fake, fake, fake.
A/N: Thanks to notshybutsly for the awesome beta!! This is for disarm_d -- we were talking about how awesome Brendon and Ryan are, and how they were totally MFEO liek whoah dude (or something, whatever) but mostly how great genderswap is, so, in a dastardly attempt (that TOTALLY WORKED, hahahaha) to get some Brendon/Ryan fluff out of her, I promised Spencer/girl!Brendon \o/ Enjoy!
Spencer yawned and stretched languidly, fumbled at his side for Brendon. He paused, feeling the empty bed. "Brendon," he called out.
No answer. Weird. Spencer sat up, blinked sleep from his eyes. It wasn't uncommon for Brendon to wake up long before Spencer, but he kept his iPod by the bed and usually just rolled over and listened to music, cuddled up to Spencer and waited for him to wake up. That, or he'd prod at Spencer until he stirred.
It was kind of a nice arrangement - after the tour was over, Spencer alternated between staying at home to help his parents and at the apartment he'd leased. Brendon usually spent a couple nights a week at Spencer's.
It wasn't like Brendon, though, to not be there when Spencer woke up. Spencer frowned and climbed out of bed, saw a crack of light at the bottom of the closed bathroom door. Something else that was out of place: Brendon rarely ever closed doors, particularly not bathroom doors, at least around Spencer. Staying over at the Urie household during December had made it clear that he maintained the opposite policy when dealing with his family. Spencer knocked tentatively.
"Go back to bed," Brendon yelled, voice shrill.
"What's wrong?" Spencer asked, brow furrowing in confusion. He jiggled at the handle. Locked. It figured.
"Nothing," Brendon insisted.
"Let me in, asshole," Spencer said, banging on the door.
A long pause.
"I can help if you tell me what's wrong," Spencer tried. This was so unlike Brendon. Usually it was Ryan who made everyone work to figure out what was wrong, Brendon nearly always came right out and announced what was bothering him. He heard a harsh sigh from the other side of the door and shifted to the side, trying to see better as it swung open.
Another, longer pause. Spencer stared for probably a full minute before he managed to open his mouth, much less start making sounds.
"Okay, then. That's. Okay. Well." Spencer said. Brendon scowled and slammed the door shut again. "Brendon. Brendon, open the door."
"Not happening!" Brendon shouted.
Spencer kicked at the door until Brendon opened it. Spencer drew him into a hug. "It's going to be all right, okay? We'll figure this out. It's not the end of the world."
"Right," Brendon said shakily. "Spontaneously changing into a girl is something you have lots of experience with, I take it?" Spencer chuckled.
"Not really," he admitted. "But, come on. It'll be okay." He kissed the top of Brendon's head.
"At least my boobs are pretty nice," Brendon said after a beat. "Wasn't really expecting that."
"Yeah, me either."
Thwack.
--
Spencer ended up heading out to Ryan's apartment to talk about what had happened to Brendon, in a ridiculously long and annoying conversation. Ryan's most helpful contribution to the list of possible fixes was a sex change operation. Which was just...stupid. So Spencer gave up and called Jon, tried to explain what was going on in with Brendon.
Jon couldn't stop laughing once the he saw the picture. "Dude, dude, best Photoshop ever. Jesus. That's."
"It's not Photoshop," Spencer said irritably. "I woke up and he had tits."
Dead silence. "Well."
"Yeah, so, just a nice update," Spencer said. "Just letting you know, whatever."
"...Wait it out?" Jon said hesitantly. "I don't know, if he just woke up with it, then maybe he can wake up without it?"
"Waking up without it is kind of the problem," Ryan quipped. Spencer rolled his eyes.
"We're going to talk pointlessly about this for three hours and resolve absolutely nothing, aren't we," Spencer said with a sigh.
"Obviously," Ryan said. Which is of course what happened until Spencer finally decided to call it quits and head back to his place, where Brendon was cuddled up into a tight little ball on the couch.
"You're still in your pajamas?" Spencer asked.
"No," Brendon said, sighing. "I don't even know what the fuck I should be doing, okay? My clothes don't fit right anymore and it's more than a little weird shaving my armpits with the razor I used yesterday to shave my face and my knees are probably going to be scarred from all the fucking cuts on my legs and I'm really starting to see what the actual purpose of a bra is and it's just weird and -"
"Hey," Spencer interrupted. "It'll be all right, okay? We'll go to the mall or something."
"I guess," he said. Spencer sighed.
"Come on, cheer up," Spencer said, poking Brendon's shoulder. Brendon wriggled away. "It's gonna be fine, okay? It can't last forever. People don't just - don't just wake up as girls and stay that way."
"Typically, people don't just wake up as girls," Brendon snarked, but allowed Spencer to pull him to his feet.
--
Brendon settled in a little easier after they got him dressed in a pair of jeans that fit nicely ("Fuck, my hips are bigger. Jesus.") and into a bra ("Ohh God, Spence. How the shit do girls get these to fit right? These straps're weird, what the hell."). He also perked up after a makeover ("Man, this is so much nicer than Ross's crap. I am a pretty lady, Spencer, look at me.") and a smoothie ("Spencer, here, taste. Mine're better, right? Right?").
Spencer spent a while talking with Ryan, trying to calm him down, before he finally decided to just hang up and turn his phone off. He figured he'd probably regret it in the morning, but needed some fucking peace. Some time to focus on helping Brendon feel better and maybe find his dick again.
"Hey," Spencer said, slipping into the bedroom. Brendon glanced up from his Sidekick. "How're doing?"
"Fine, I guess," Brendon said, setting his phone aside. "Still kinda stuck on Dude, Where's My Cock." Spencer curled up with him on the bed, kissing his neck gently, moving automatically. Brendon flinched and pushed him away. "Hey, no. That's just. Weird."
"Why?" Spencer asked.
"I don't know," Brendon said, frustrated. "I don't know, okay? I just. It's weird. This girl thing is just. Whatever. I'm gonna sleep, okay?"
"Sure," Spencer said. Brendon ducked under the covers. Hesitantly, Spencer sat at the edge of the bed. "D'you mind if I - um."
"Yeah, okay," Brendon mumbled. Spencer crawled under the covers and wrapped his arms around Brendon gently, trying to not freak him out. "I'm not gonna break," Brendon said irritably.
"Sorry," Spencer said, and drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
--
When Spencer woke up, Brendon was squirming up against him. "You okay?" Spencer mumbled blearily.
"Yeah, fine," Brendon said shortly. "Still a girl, though." He wiggled around until he was nose-to-nose with Spencer. "Mph. You have morning breath."
"So do you," Spencer said, yawning. "Mmhm, you're warm, c'mere." Obediently, Brendon snuggled closer.
It was sort of strange, curling up with Brendon as a girl. The entire map of his body was so completely altered; curves where there had been hard angles. He was still skinny, making the arc of his hips and the slope of his ribcage contrast sharply with the jutting of his shoulders and collarbones; with the stark definition of his kneecaps and scapulae. He even smelled different, kind of - kind of warmer now, gentler, and it made Spencer want to be more careful with him. Spencer leaned in to kiss him, moving slowly. Brendon didn't react at first, letting Spencer just feel their mouths pressed softly together. Brendon rolled to his back, pulled Spencer atop him. Spencer kissed him harder, now, dipping his tongue down between Brendon's lips. It was strange to feel Brendon's legs hitch up around his hips and not feel Brendon's cock lined up along his. Brendon whimpered against his mouth and fisted his hands in Spencer's shirt.
"You - are you," Spencer murmured.
"Just - " Brendon gasped, "Spencer, I don't - just."
"Yeah, okay," Spencer said, and cupped Brendon's jaw, stroking lightly. Brendon arched up into him, rubbing his body along Spencer's. Spencer pulled himself up, propped up on his elbow, and slipped his fingers up under Brendon's shirt, skimming along the dip of his belly up to the gentle swell of his breasts.
"Weird," Brendon breathed. Spencer flicked his thumb against Brendon's nipple, pinching tenderly before pulling away enough to pull Brendon's shirt off, dip his head to Brendon's throat and kiss at his skin. Brendon's breathing quickened as Spencer kissed his way down his sternum, sucking lightly.
"Okay so far?" Spencer asked softly. Brendon's breath hitched and he cleared his throat.
"Yeah, keep - if you could."
"Sure," Spencer said, and licked across Brendon's flesh, tasting the curves of Brendon's new body. Brendon fumbled a bit with his hands, seemingly unsure of where to let them rest. Finally he set them gently at the back of Spencer's skull, cupping his head lightly. Spencer stroked one hand down to Brendon's hip, squeezing in time with his kisses. Brendon tugged a bit, and Spencer drifted back to his mouth, lining their bodies up again. Brendon slipped his leg between Spencer's, rolling his hips.
"Here, let me," he breathed, pushing Spencer over to his back and pulling at the waistband of his boxers. Spencer lifted his hips, watched the jiggle of Brendon's breasts as he lobbed the boxers at the pile of dirty laundry in the corner of the room. Brendon knelt beside Spencer and dipped down to his cock, taking it in his hand (smaller now, Spencer noticed) before biting his lip and dropping his head, licking over the tip. Spencer trailed his fingertips through Brendon's hair (longer, softer), encouraging. Brendon sucked the head into his mouth, sucking lightly as he worked his hand over the length. He kept his hand at the base and worked his mouth down over the length, taking enough in to meet his fingers with his lips. Spencer moaned quietly as Brendon sucked harder, twisting his wrist.
"Fuck," he mumbled. Brendon pulled his hand away slowly, opening his throat and pressing down harder, swallowing around Spencer's cock. He brought one hand to Spencer's belly, tangling his fingers with Spencer's as he worked up a faster rhythm, fucking himself down on Spencer's cock. His other hand rested at Spencer's thigh, gripping.
It was surreal, almost, lying there like that while Brendon sucked him off enthusiastically, just like always. It was almost insane how much similar this all was, the sensations familiar and comforting to both of them, if the way Brendon was whimpering around his thick mouthful of cock was any indication at all. It was intoxicating, watching him lose himself in Spencer's pleasure like that, his hair falling down to shroud his face.
Spencer fought to keep still as Brendon hummed, pulled almost all the way off, sucking his way to the tip. "Brendon - " he grunted, coming with a jerk of his hips. Brendon sat back on his haunches and licked his swollen lips, rubbed the back of his wrist along his mouth. Spencer lay panting, staring up at him.
Spencer sat up and reached for him, slipped his fingers into the back of Brendon's pajama pants. Brendon squirmed a bit until Spencer pulled back.
"What?"
Brendon shuddered and pushed him away. "I. Um, I don't know. I'm gonna. Go take a shower, all right? This is. This is pretty weird, all right?"
"Sure," Spencer said, rolling away. Brendon shot him a grateful glance and padded to the bathroom. Spencer sighed, frustrated, and flopped back against the pillows as he heard the water start up.
--
Spencer came up behind Brendon as he was pouring pancake batter onto a frying pan, obviously deep in thought. Spencer wrapped his arms around Brendon's waist and leaned in, kissing at the back of his neck. "Hey," he murmured. Brendon hadn't bought any new hair products, so as he leaned in he could smell the same sharp lemongrass scent of his conditioner. He hadn't bothered to style his hair at all, only comb through it, so it clung to the back of his neck in loose dripping tendrils.
Brendon stiffened for a moment, but relaxed into Spencer's embrace. "Hi. Pancakes?"
"Always," Spencer said fervently. "So -"
"If you ask me how I'm doing one more time I swear to God I will decapitate you with this spatula."
Spencer blinked. "Um. It's actually just, like, plastic or whatever, you know, so. That's gonna be sort of hard."
"Watch me," Brendon says fiercely. Spencer kissed at his neck again.
"I reserve the right to not believe you at all," Spencer told him, letting his eyes slip shut.
"Whatever," Brendon said. "You're out of chocolate chips, so the pancakes are boring."
"I can handle boring," Spencer said. "So. You wanna talk about -"
"Not really," Brendon interrupted, shrugging him away. "You should probably take a step back, okay, pancakes are serious business, Spencer. I mean it."
"I don't doubt it," Spencer said, letting Brendon push him back a bit. Brendon flips the pancakes neatly onto a plate and rips off a chunk, turns around and offers it to Spencer. He leaned in and bit the pancake, sucked lightly on Brendon's fingers. "But if you want, we can try the sex thing again, you know," he said. Brendon hesitated.
"Well," he said carefully.
"We don't have to, if you don't want to," Spencer said.
"No, no, I want to," Brendon said right away. "But, um. I don't know. It's kind of. It's weird, okay?"
"Yeah, I know," Spencer said. "But maybe. I don't know. Maybe it'll be good, too, like a good kind of weird."
"I guess," Brendon said, turned back to the pancakes. Spencer kept snitching, not bothering with butter or syrup. Brendon smirked at him and smothered his other half with butter. They ate standing up, in companionable silence.
"Anyway, I was singing in the shower," Brendon said.
"Yeah?" Spencer had, in fact, heard him, but Brendon was sometimes maddeningly indirect in his conversation patterns. Sometimes he said things just for the simple virtue of allowing them to be said. He was prone to weird lead-ins and circular logic, but it was sometimes fun to decode what he wanted. Like the world's most insane, extensive puzzle, really.
"Yeah, I don't know, I guess my range isn't all that affected," Brendon was saying. "My lower register sucks anyway, but at least the hole in my upper's a little smaller this way."
"Sure," Spencer said. "I have no idea what any of that means." Brendon opens his mouth to explain. "Don't bother, I'll just forget it anyway."
Brendon rolled his eyes. "Singing is a super-important thing, Spencer. It's the sort of thing everyone should do."
"I know how to sing," Spencer said. "Just not, you know. In a way that would stand up to professionals." He smirked at Brendon and lifted his eyebrows suggestively.
"Yeah, whatever," Brendon said, rolled his eyes again. "Hey, boobs are kinda weird to have, by the way."
"Wouldn't know," Spencer said. Brendon shrugged.
"So, the sex thing."
--
Spencer pushed Brendon back to the bed, kissed him hard. "Shh," he said, when Brendon tried to climb on top of him. "No, let me, okay?"
"Okay," Brendon breathed. His eyes were wide and dark, his breathing already heavy. "I don't -"
"Shh," Spencer said again, and pressed his mouth to Brendon's throat. Brendon sighed and sang a few soft notes, wordlessly. Spencer tasted the vibrations, felt them buzzing softly across his lips. He smiled a little before working his way down, pushing Brendon's shirt off, kissing between his breasts, cupping them lightly.
"Weird," Brendon whispered.
"Shut up and enjoy it," Spencer told him, nosing down to his belly, dropping soft little kisses on his way. "Spread your legs, all right?" Brendon gave a shaky sigh and parted his legs. Spencer rubbed at his thighs, kissed his hips, trailing back up. He stroked at the crease of Brendon's thighs, spread him open. Brendon let out a little whimper, and Spencer chuckled gently. "Just wait," he murmured, and flicked his tongue lightly against Brendon's clit.
He kissed at Brendon's folds, letting his tongue roll down, flicking inside quickly. Brendon whined again, low in his throat, and Spencer pushed his tongue in deeper, sucked his way out and back up to Brendon's clit, licking in slow aimless strokes on either side. "Spe - ohh, fuck, ohhh, ohhh," Brendon gasped, and, mercifully, Spencer dragged his tongue right over his clit, pressing probably too hard, almost. Brendon's usually ridiculously responsive, and despite his recalcitrance earlier he was squirming, moaning eagerly.
Spencer gently pushed one finger in, curving upward. Brendon squeaked and arched up, fumbling down for Spencer's head and tugging at his hair. Spencer kept licking, keeping up the same pace as he pushed another finger in, rubbed at him harder. Brendon shuddered suddenly, tensed sharply. Spencer pulled back a little, gave Brendon a moment to breathe.
"That was," Brendon breathed. "Different, wow." Spencer smirked at him and kissed his belly.
"Just wait," he murmured, and slid down further, licking in quick short little strokes. Brendon was writhing, grinding up against Spencer's mouth, bracing his heels against the mattress. Spencer pressed his palm flat to Brendon's stomach, pushed him back down, still lapping eagerly. Brendon gasped and bucked up into him as Spencer pushed two fingers back in at once, sliding a third in easily, curling his fingers in time with the movements of his tongue.
Brendon sobbed and gripped at the sheets while Spencer stroked him inside and out, taunting him with softening little licks, working his fingers more gently. "More," Brendon groaned. "Ohh, ohh, please."
His voice as he cried out was different now, higher and sharper, a whining little note of need colouring his exclamations. Spencer hummed appreciatively, flicking his tongue back and forth. He pulsed his fingers gently, slipped them out. Brendon whimpered at the loss, flexing his hips, asking for more. Spencer pushed his tongue back in, twisting, twisting, rubbing his thumb in little circles against Brendon's clit. He slipped his other hand down, shifting enough to slip two fingers in, licking and teasing between them. Brendon choked out a harsh strangled noise, clenched down hard around Spencer's fingers, crying out again, loud.
"Thank God for soundproofing," Spencer said dryly, kissing between Brendon's folds again. Brendon laughed a little, panting and sighing. Spencer spent a few minutes trailing his fingertips along the sloping lines of Brendon's ribcage, feeling at the bones, following the sweet dip of his waist and the swell of his hips before he dipped his head down again.
"Ohh, Jesus, fuck," Brendon gasped, sounding desperate. "I - ohh, fuck, you're trying to kill - ohh, ohh -" He broke off into mindless babbles of pleasure. Spencer just kept licking, kept working his fingers inside Brendon until he spasmed and shrieked. Spencer dropped a wet open-mouthed kiss to the inside of his thigh, then slipped away, tonguing at the ridge of Brendon's hipbone. "Ohh, fuck, fuck. Jesus, Spencer, I, ohh."
"Feel better?" Brendon heaved himself up onto his elbows, stared down at Spencer with flushed cheeks and sweat glistening over his body.
"Yeah, just a little," Brendon said breathlessly. "Holy shit." Spencer smiled pleasantly at him, wrapped his arms around Brendon's waist and pulled him in close. Brendon tried stretching out, gave up. "Jesus, I think you killed me." He let out a low groan.
They lay like that for a while, kissing languidly. "See?" Spencer said, breaking away. "Going to be fine."
--
They spent the next week fucking. Spencer decided he liked it best lying flat on his back while Brendon rode him, breasts bouncing away with his head tossed back and one hand working at his clit.
"I might actually miss this when I get my dick back," Brendon said thoughtfully, settling down on Spencer's cock. "Mmmhm, fuck."
"You're just too lazy to bother with lube," Spencer told him, snapping his hips up hard. Brendon let his eyes shut and moaned loudly.
--
Spencer woke up a few days later as Brendon pinched him. "Hey. Hey. Hey, Spencer, wake the fuck up."
"What?" Spencer mumbled, bleary with sleep.
"I have a dick again and I would really like it if you'd suck it for me," Brendon said brightly. Spencer rolled his eyes but went to it, sucking the head of Brendon's cock into his mouth, swift and easy. On the nightstand, Spencer's phone went off with the usual morning call from Ryan. Brendon fumbled for the phone, sighing as Spencer took him deeper, opening his throat and swallowing.
"So?" Ryan asked as soon as Brendon hit the answer button. "Are you a real boy again yet?"
"Yeah," Brendon said, his voice remarkably smooth. "All my totally male body parts are present and accounted for."
"Well, good," Ryan said, sounding amused. "Have a nice blowjob."
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