Slow Dancing In A Burning Room

[livinglifeloud]

Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
Summary:Things fall apart, and sometimes you can't put them back together.
Word Count: ~41,000
Warnings: Drug use, graphic sex. One scene that could possibly, maybe, somehow be construed as the beginnings of attempted non-con.
Author's Notes: I sat down and started writing this the day of the divorce, and it

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[takkatakkatakka]

YAY YOU'RE POSTING THE ~MONSTER.

Well done again for this. <3

Also, guess what I went and finished? http://takkatakkatakka.livejournal.com/55121.html

[glitter_martian]

"I can't stop, I'm high," he says eventually, and he giggles.

"Not till tomorrow. Wanna hotbox the garage?”

Both of these lines made me laugh so fucking hard. Love this!

[mass_hipgnosis]

Brendon remembers the way Ryan used to sleep in his old apartment, pressed almost against the wall in an effort to stay out of Brendon's space. Brendon was always the one to pull him closer, to slip an arm around his waist and smile into his neck, but when he woke up Ryan would always be sprawled across the bed, head tucked under Brendon's chin and leg hooked over Brendon's thigh. It hits Brendon like it hasn't in months, the space that's grown between them over the years. Ryan had Keltie and Brendon had one meaningless girl after another. They had Hollywood houses and king-size beds and so they stopped needing to cuddle close, to share body heat on a bare old mattress. He wants to touch, to smooth Ryan's sweaty hair back from his forehead and snuggle in next to him and turn back time.

This is like deja-vu times a million. Did you post a snippet of this before? It's really, really familiar.

Also, you do an excellent job portraying someone who's too high, just tripping balls, and how irritating and worrying it is for other (sober)