Drabble Fic: Bandom
Hi Folks!
So...if you're following this journal, you're probably used to my general love affair with anything to do with Ville Valo. Well folks...I'm cheating. I'm a cheating dirty whore and I wrote Bandom. Brendon and Spencer are full of love and rainbows though, so like...don't take it too hard? Anyway, there is this truly lovely thing going on over here.
♥ Multi-Fandom Fluff Meme! ♥
And like...even though I am totally shy even on the interweb, I decided to play? I don't even know. So if you want to read something super fluffy about two boys sharing a bed, here you go.
Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes!
When Ryan and Spencer had to share a bed growing up, Spencer could never ignore the way that Ryan’s bony elbows and knees would inevitably make contact with his body. As they got older, and as Ryan’s bones seemed to protrude more, Spencer was less inclined to share space with him. Spencer wasn’t vain exactly, there was just something oddly humiliating about having sharp angles cut against his embarrassing curves.
So when Maryland happened, and they were forced to sleep short hours in close quarters, Spencer immediately refused to sleep with Ryan. What he wanted was Brent; Brent with his boxy frame, slumped posture, and girlfriend back home.
So when Brendon (nearly as bony as Ryan and energetic to boot) crawled up his back and yelled, “I call dibs on Spencer!” Spencer deflated and immediately thought, ‘well fuck…‘
Mostly Spencer was too tired at the end of the night (or morning, seriously, where did the time even go) to worry about things like his body, or Brendon’s body, or the parts where their bodies touched.
But sometimes, when Ryan was in the corner trying to pick out a chord and Brent was on the phone with his girlfriend, Brendon would curl in close despite the fact that Spencer tried to give him more space. Spencer always felt like Brendon was making a mistake, like he should have been curled up with someone else, someone better, someone who hadn’t eaten the last bowl of cereal that morning.
Brendon apparently thought different.
“Stop pulling away from me, Spencer. I’m tired, and everything is crazy right now, and against all the odds…I miss my mom. Okay? So just…stay. Stay with me. Don’t make new music, don’t call home, just…stay with me.”
Spencer, to his credit, forgot about his girlish curves and last layer of baby fat. He pulled Brendon closer and even let Brendon’s sweaty hand clutch that strip of bare skin on Spencer’s hip that Spencer never let anyone else see, god forbid touch!
“I’m not your mother,” Spencer pointed out, though he was carding his fingers through Brendon’s hair in a way that was frighteningly maternal.
“I know. You’re Spencer. And right now you’re the only thing that makes me feel good. So can you just…”
Spencer didn’t make Brendon ask or beg, he just kept slipping his fingers through the hair at the nape of Brendon’s neck. And when Brendon sighed and the last line of tension fell out of Brendon’s body, Spencer talked.
“You did great today. Forget about what Ryan said. You didn’t rush I Write Sins. You just…you made it your own. You shouldn’t apologize for that.”
And when Brendon hummed happily, Spencer went on.
“We’re going to prove your folks wrong. This isn’t a mistake. We’re going to make it, and when they figure it all out, things will be normal. She’ll be so fucking proud of you. Everybody is going to be proud of you.”
Eventually Spencer’s voice got tired and Ryan and Brent folded their bodies into their own bed. When Spencer looked over, Brent had his front plastered to the wall and Ryan was sleeping so close to the other edge that an arm and a leg dangled onto the floor. Spencer figured out that he was lucky, really fucking lucky that he had Brendon -space bubble - what space bubble? - Urie with him.
“Thanks, Spence,” was the last thing Spencer heard before the sound of Brent snoring filled their tiny apartment.
And well, if Brendon’s elbow dug a little uncomfortably into that spot right above Spencer’s bellybutton, and Brendon’s toes were cold under Spencer’s calf, that was alright. Because the truth was, Spencer was pretty sure that he had never felt anything as good as Brendon’s breath puffing over his collar bone while his fingers twitched against Spencer’s hip.
The End!
So...if you're following this journal, you're probably used to my general love affair with anything to do with Ville Valo. Well folks...I'm cheating. I'm a cheating dirty whore and I wrote Bandom. Brendon and Spencer are full of love and rainbows though, so like...don't take it too hard? Anyway, there is this truly lovely thing going on over here.
♥ Multi-Fandom Fluff Meme! ♥
And like...even though I am totally shy even on the interweb, I decided to play? I don't even know. So if you want to read something super fluffy about two boys sharing a bed, here you go.
Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes!
When Ryan and Spencer had to share a bed growing up, Spencer could never ignore the way that Ryan’s bony elbows and knees would inevitably make contact with his body. As they got older, and as Ryan’s bones seemed to protrude more, Spencer was less inclined to share space with him. Spencer wasn’t vain exactly, there was just something oddly humiliating about having sharp angles cut against his embarrassing curves.
So when Maryland happened, and they were forced to sleep short hours in close quarters, Spencer immediately refused to sleep with Ryan. What he wanted was Brent; Brent with his boxy frame, slumped posture, and girlfriend back home.
So when Brendon (nearly as bony as Ryan and energetic to boot) crawled up his back and yelled, “I call dibs on Spencer!” Spencer deflated and immediately thought, ‘well fuck…‘
Mostly Spencer was too tired at the end of the night (or morning, seriously, where did the time even go) to worry about things like his body, or Brendon’s body, or the parts where their bodies touched.
But sometimes, when Ryan was in the corner trying to pick out a chord and Brent was on the phone with his girlfriend, Brendon would curl in close despite the fact that Spencer tried to give him more space. Spencer always felt like Brendon was making a mistake, like he should have been curled up with someone else, someone better, someone who hadn’t eaten the last bowl of cereal that morning.
Brendon apparently thought different.
“Stop pulling away from me, Spencer. I’m tired, and everything is crazy right now, and against all the odds…I miss my mom. Okay? So just…stay. Stay with me. Don’t make new music, don’t call home, just…stay with me.”
Spencer, to his credit, forgot about his girlish curves and last layer of baby fat. He pulled Brendon closer and even let Brendon’s sweaty hand clutch that strip of bare skin on Spencer’s hip that Spencer never let anyone else see, god forbid touch!
“I’m not your mother,” Spencer pointed out, though he was carding his fingers through Brendon’s hair in a way that was frighteningly maternal.
“I know. You’re Spencer. And right now you’re the only thing that makes me feel good. So can you just…”
Spencer didn’t make Brendon ask or beg, he just kept slipping his fingers through the hair at the nape of Brendon’s neck. And when Brendon sighed and the last line of tension fell out of Brendon’s body, Spencer talked.
“You did great today. Forget about what Ryan said. You didn’t rush I Write Sins. You just…you made it your own. You shouldn’t apologize for that.”
And when Brendon hummed happily, Spencer went on.
“We’re going to prove your folks wrong. This isn’t a mistake. We’re going to make it, and when they figure it all out, things will be normal. She’ll be so fucking proud of you. Everybody is going to be proud of you.”
Eventually Spencer’s voice got tired and Ryan and Brent folded their bodies into their own bed. When Spencer looked over, Brent had his front plastered to the wall and Ryan was sleeping so close to the other edge that an arm and a leg dangled onto the floor. Spencer figured out that he was lucky, really fucking lucky that he had Brendon -space bubble - what space bubble? - Urie with him.
“Thanks, Spence,” was the last thing Spencer heard before the sound of Brent snoring filled their tiny apartment.
And well, if Brendon’s elbow dug a little uncomfortably into that spot right above Spencer’s bellybutton, and Brendon’s toes were cold under Spencer’s calf, that was alright. Because the truth was, Spencer was pretty sure that he had never felt anything as good as Brendon’s breath puffing over his collar bone while his fingers twitched against Spencer’s hip.
The End!