Fill: Sugarcane (In the Easy Morning) 3/3redorchidsDecember 29 2010, 21:30:06 UTC
Brendon wiggles against the tickling, begging, “Spencer, oh my god, I’m gonna fall, stop, Spencerstopstopstop.”
“That’s what she said,” Jon contributes with a lazy grin.
“Unhelpful!” Brendon snorts, wringing Spencer’s sweater tighter in his hands. He can feel his face going red with all the blood rushing to it. He pauses for a moment, then, “I think I’m going to throw up.”
Spencer’s reaction is immediate. He hastily plops Brendon down on the counter, his face a mixture of surprise, worry and horror.
“Ha!” Brendon laughs. “Works every time.” He grabs another cookie from the pan and takes a bite. “I grew up with two older brothers. You think that hasn’t happened to me before?”
“Oh, so he thinks he’s clever now,” Spencer says, setting his jaw. “Fine. I guess he won’t be needing any chocolate soy milk based hot cocoa then.”
Brendon balks. “What? Why not?”
“We wouldn’t want that big brain of yours to be adversely affected by all that extra sugar,” Ryan says casually, handing off the carton to Jon, who’s gotten down packets of cocoa powder and pouring them into mugs that Spencer has retrieved from the cabinets.
“What he said,” Jon agrees. “Especially since this is the kind with the little marshmallows.”
“This is an injustice,” Brendon fumes. “Come on, Jon. You know you love me best when I’ve had an extra dose of marshmallows.”
Jon feigns a thoughtful expression. “He does have a point.”
“Exactly.”
“Don’t give in to him, Jon,” Spencer says, placing a steadying hand on Jon’s shoulder. “It’s all for Brendon’s own good.”
Brendon grabs a mug for himself and scoots it next to the other three. “Come on, Jon. You know you want to.”
Jon looks from Brendon to Spencer and Ryan, then back again before he finally throws up his hands and opens the cabinet again. “Fine, fine.”
Brendon pumps his fist, hissing a triumphant, “Yes.”
Ryan waves him off. “We like him less clever anyway.”
“I resent that,” Brendon says without any menace in his voice, happily rocking back on his heels as he watches Jon place all four cups in the microwave. He grabs another cookie as they wait, munching happily away as Jon places them onto a plate.
When the timer goes off and everyone retrieves their respective mugs, Jon asks, “Was that Robin Hood you guys were reading? I haven’t read that since I was a kid.”
“Come on, Jon.” Brendon tugs at Jon’s sleeve, pulling him toward the living room. “If you offer him cookies, I’m sure you can bribe Ryan into reading some more for all of us.”
“Sure,” Ryan says as Spencer picks up the plate.
They all snuggle in together on the couch, Brendon happily wedged between Ryan and Spencer with his legs over Ryan’s lap, toes tucked warmly beneath Jon’s thighs. Spencer drapes a big quilt over them all, and Ryan starts from the beginning at Jon’s request.
Brendon nestles his face into Ryan’s shoulder, nibbling a cookie, and hums happily. Okay, so maybe this is a little cooler than playing in the snow.
Re: Fill: Sugarcane (In the Easy Morning) 3/3seratonationDecember 30 2010, 04:14:33 UTC
omg that is so adorable and sweet (so much sweet!) i love the idea of jon baking and ryan reading to them, and of spencer being able to putting brendon over his shoulder :D
“That’s what she said,” Jon contributes with a lazy grin.
“Unhelpful!” Brendon snorts, wringing Spencer’s sweater tighter in his hands. He can feel his face going red with all the blood rushing to it. He pauses for a moment, then, “I think I’m going to throw up.”
Spencer’s reaction is immediate. He hastily plops Brendon down on the counter, his face a mixture of surprise, worry and horror.
“Ha!” Brendon laughs. “Works every time.” He grabs another cookie from the pan and takes a bite. “I grew up with two older brothers. You think that hasn’t happened to me before?”
“Oh, so he thinks he’s clever now,” Spencer says, setting his jaw. “Fine. I guess he won’t be needing any chocolate soy milk based hot cocoa then.”
Brendon balks. “What? Why not?”
“We wouldn’t want that big brain of yours to be adversely affected by all that extra sugar,” Ryan says casually, handing off the carton to Jon, who’s gotten down packets of cocoa powder and pouring them into mugs that Spencer has retrieved from the cabinets.
“What he said,” Jon agrees. “Especially since this is the kind with the little marshmallows.”
“This is an injustice,” Brendon fumes. “Come on, Jon. You know you love me best when I’ve had an extra dose of marshmallows.”
Jon feigns a thoughtful expression. “He does have a point.”
“Exactly.”
“Don’t give in to him, Jon,” Spencer says, placing a steadying hand on Jon’s shoulder. “It’s all for Brendon’s own good.”
Brendon grabs a mug for himself and scoots it next to the other three. “Come on, Jon. You know you want to.”
Jon looks from Brendon to Spencer and Ryan, then back again before he finally throws up his hands and opens the cabinet again. “Fine, fine.”
Brendon pumps his fist, hissing a triumphant, “Yes.”
Ryan waves him off. “We like him less clever anyway.”
“I resent that,” Brendon says without any menace in his voice, happily rocking back on his heels as he watches Jon place all four cups in the microwave. He grabs another cookie as they wait, munching happily away as Jon places them onto a plate.
When the timer goes off and everyone retrieves their respective mugs, Jon asks, “Was that Robin Hood you guys were reading? I haven’t read that since I was a kid.”
“Come on, Jon.” Brendon tugs at Jon’s sleeve, pulling him toward the living room. “If you offer him cookies, I’m sure you can bribe Ryan into reading some more for all of us.”
“Sure,” Ryan says as Spencer picks up the plate.
They all snuggle in together on the couch, Brendon happily wedged between Ryan and Spencer with his legs over Ryan’s lap, toes tucked warmly beneath Jon’s thighs. Spencer drapes a big quilt over them all, and Ryan starts from the beginning at Jon’s request.
Brendon nestles his face into Ryan’s shoulder, nibbling a cookie, and hums happily. Okay, so maybe this is a little cooler than playing in the snow.
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This makes everything in the world happy and nice. *snuggles deeper under covers for reread*
(Also, this line made me go Hee hee hee hee:
There’s a diabolical laugh from the kitchen. It actually sounds pretty scary. Jon’s been practicing.)
You guys, you spoil me. But I love it. And you. &hearts
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*smooches*
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