I didnt know he had that Kung fu Brendon Grip?
Title: I didnt know he had that Kung Fu Brendon Grip?
Author:Elle sexu_elle
Rating: light R.....implied slashie behavior, cursing, a nearly naked Spencer...
Pairing: implied!Brendon/Spencer [Brendon/Jon....Ryan/Spencer]
POV:Third
Summary: When all else fails...trust that Brendon tries his best to get things going...
Disclaimer: dont own. never happened. you know the deal. title loosely based on a lyric from Sublime
Author Notes: Challange!Fic for a friend. hope you all like =]
"…and there is a time in every boy’s life where they just need to say No to masturbation" Ryan sighed down his Cell phone, clearly not getting through to the person on the other end. Jon sat across him, in the booth of their rolling home for the next few months, munched on a granola bar, well, until he heard ‘Masturbation’ come out of Ryan’s mouth, then the contents somehow ended up all over his lap and camera.
"PEOPLE!" Brendon shouted as he jumped out of his bunk, Pj pants dangerously low on his hips "I would say good morning, but its 3pm, so, good afternoon gents"
"Mmfff hhumuffnn" Jon muffled as he stuffed the rest of his granola into his mouth, making sure Brendon doesn’t see what he had, in case he wanted one.
"Ryan," Brendon walked up to a concentrated Ryan and plopped next to him, eyes wondering from his hair to the cell phone in his hand "okay never mind, Jon, where’s Spencer?" Brendon got back up and slid into the booth with him. He waited 3 seconds for Jon to swallow whatever was in his mouth before looking back up at him
"He’s in the back lounge…"
"He still got that problem?" Brendon asked, picking at Jon’s hoodie and Jon nodded his head
"He said he can’t walk properly, so he isn’t going to move"
"But, couldn’t Ryan do something about it? I mean, why be in here, yelling on the phone to god knows who, when you could be using those hands to good use?"
"Why don’t you ask him yourself?" Jon said as him and Brendon both looked over at Ryan, which at this time was hitting the phone on his forehead. Brendon chuckled to himself.
"No I’ll pass" Brendon shook his head for a moment before his eyes drifted towards the closed lounge door, a smile slowly appearing on his face "Do you think he’s asleep?"
"Who? Spencer?" Jon asked and Brendon nodded his head. Jon Shrugged.
"I’ll be back" he said, sliding out of the booth.
"Don’t go in there. Spencer’s annoyed as is, I don’t think he will appreciate you all up in his grill"
"Well. Ryan’s not going to do anything and you’re messing with your Kodak….so why not? I can get him moving….running even" Brendon strode up to the door and gingerly opened it, peeking behind it before walking in.
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Brendon padded across the soft carpet, picking up the first shirt his foot came in contact with and pulled it over his head. It smelled of starbucks and mangos. Yeah, that’s Jon’s. Stopping at the foot of the king size bed, his eyes fell upon a half awake Spencer, slowly moving his arm to stretch.
"Spence," Brendon said in a low voice and Spencer cracked one eye open, shifting slightly so the covers were more over his naked shoulders.
"No, I don’t have anymore skittles." Spencer said quickly in a horse voice and Brendon shook his head
"No, that’s not why im- are you okay?" Brendon asked, crawling up the bed, but moved towards the side that Spencer wasn’t on.
"Yeah. I just hurt" Spencer said, now both eyes open and looking Brendon in the face.
"I heard. where exactly does it hurt?" Brendon questioned and Spencer slowly pointed all over his body and Brendon….well, Brendon laughed.
"This is not a LOL matter! im aggravated that just one pain, triggered all my nerves in my body…I can’t even move my toes" Spencer whined and Brendon rolled his eyes.
"Okay, okay, um" Brendon wrinkled his brow for a minute before snapping his finger "Here….im going to get rid of this comforter, you better be at least wearing boxer" Brendon stated as he pulled it away from Spencer’s body, to expose red clan boxer briefs.
"Now what?" Spencer asked but Brendon was already at work, placing his hands on Spencer’s calves.
"Does this hurt- when I do this?" Brendon asked, as he slid his hands up and down Spencer’s leg, making circular motions when he reached the knee
"Um, not really, it tingles though" Spencer answered and Brendon nodded his head, looking up the length of Spencer’s legs then back down to his feet.
"I don’t see what this can D-" Spencer’s breath hitched in his throat when Brendon’s hands suddenly left his legs and fell upon his torso, repeating the same actions as they did previously on his legs, slow, circular motions
"How about here?" Brendon asked and Spencer just shook his head. He was not only thinking of Brendon’s hands but more on the fact that he was now straddling him, looking beautiful at that position, his face molded in concentration to figure out why Spencer was hurting and where exactly was it starting. Spencer, caught up in his own world, didn’t notice that Brendon’s hands were now at his shoulders, kneading tendons to loosen them.
"Yeah, right there, Brendon" Spencer groaned gently and Brendons hands stopped its movement. Spencer’s eyes shot open "I mean, there’s where it is- the pain, that is"
Brendon bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing "sure, Spencer Smith" he dragged out his name in a mock moan, in same time as his hips shifted, slightly rubbing against Spencer’s groin "but is that REALLY where the pain is? cuz, I can guess its somewhere lower"
"Your being a Dick, Brendon" Spencer muttered and Brendon smirked, running his finger across Spencer’s jaw.
"No. im just trying to get you back to your old self, the one that pushes up when I push down"
"Well, that person is hurting"
"Ryan won’t put out anymore, huh?" Brendon said off the top of his head and Spencer turned his head from Brendon’s gaze then tapped his nose.
Brendon snicker to himself then did a little victory dance, until he was stopped by Spencer’s hands on his hips, stilling him "Hey! I was breaking it down"
"You’re still on my cock"
"Oh right" Brendon went to get up, but thought against it and sat back down, causing Spencer to hiss out "you know, have I ever showed you the Kung Fu Brendon Grip? I know Ryan and Jon have defiantly seen it, but I don’t think I showed you yet?" Brendon asked, leaning closer to Spencer’s body and Spencer shook his head, swallowing the lump that formed in his throat.
Brendon just bit his bottom lip as his hand slid farther down Spencer’s body, towards the waistband of those red clan briefs.
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Meanwhile….
"Ryan, do you know an 11 letter word for when something is disturbing or alarming?" Jon asked, looking from his crossword puzzle to Ryan.
"Disquieting" Ryan said with a yawn, flipping his sidekick screen up and down, just for entertainment. Jon nodded and scribbled in the answer before looking to the next question.
"How about…an 11 letter word for disgraced?" Jon read out and Ryan furrowed his brow for a second.
"GOD BRENDON OOOUUUCCHH AAAAAAHHHHHH" came from the lounge and both Jon and Ryan looked at the door then at each other. Spencer emerged seconds later, running to the bathroom, holding himself and tears streaming down his cheeks. Brendon appeared in the doorway, his body shaking from the laugh he was trying to hold in and a goofy smile on his face.
"Well, Spencer feels better to move now" Brendon said, sliding into the booth for the second time today, this time snuggling in under Jon’s arm "I told you I could get him running"
"What did you do? He looked like he just experienced the- Oh dear" Jon’s eyes widened when Brendon’s hands traveled between his legs "Brendon, im still healing from your death grip, and I was wearing jeans. Spencer’s not going to recover well"
"I should have warned him" Ryan said in the middle of drinking his water when Spencer walked out of the bathroom, glaring hard at Brendon as he shied toward Ryan. Jon looked simpathicly at Spencer and Brendon did what he does best….laughed.
"Im so sorry, Spence," Brendon said, trying to sound apologetic, but failed since the smile was still visible.
"Fuck you" Spencer replied as Ryan wrapped his arms around his half naked boyfriends’ waist "and don’t touch me ever again"
"Fine" Brendon pouted and Jon just shook his head, going back to his puzzle the best he could without knocking his wrist into Brendon’s face.
"Ryan….11 letter word for disgraced?" Jon said agian, kissing the top of Brendon’s head then glances down at the open space on the crossword.
"Oh, Humiliation" Ryan answered, texting on his sidekick when a swift jab in this ribs sent it flying. He looked down at Spencer then cringed inward "Sorry! but I thought you just had a headache?"
"Well, I still got it….now its no longer on the head that hold my eyes"
End.
Author:Elle sexu_elle
Rating: light R.....implied slashie behavior, cursing, a nearly naked Spencer...
Pairing: implied!Brendon/Spencer [Brendon/Jon....Ryan/Spencer]
POV:Third
Summary: When all else fails...trust that Brendon tries his best to get things going...
Disclaimer: dont own. never happened. you know the deal. title loosely based on a lyric from Sublime
Author Notes: Challange!Fic for a friend. hope you all like =]
"…and there is a time in every boy’s life where they just need to say No to masturbation" Ryan sighed down his Cell phone, clearly not getting through to the person on the other end. Jon sat across him, in the booth of their rolling home for the next few months, munched on a granola bar, well, until he heard ‘Masturbation’ come out of Ryan’s mouth, then the contents somehow ended up all over his lap and camera.
"PEOPLE!" Brendon shouted as he jumped out of his bunk, Pj pants dangerously low on his hips "I would say good morning, but its 3pm, so, good afternoon gents"
"Mmfff hhumuffnn" Jon muffled as he stuffed the rest of his granola into his mouth, making sure Brendon doesn’t see what he had, in case he wanted one.
"Ryan," Brendon walked up to a concentrated Ryan and plopped next to him, eyes wondering from his hair to the cell phone in his hand "okay never mind, Jon, where’s Spencer?" Brendon got back up and slid into the booth with him. He waited 3 seconds for Jon to swallow whatever was in his mouth before looking back up at him
"He’s in the back lounge…"
"He still got that problem?" Brendon asked, picking at Jon’s hoodie and Jon nodded his head
"He said he can’t walk properly, so he isn’t going to move"
"But, couldn’t Ryan do something about it? I mean, why be in here, yelling on the phone to god knows who, when you could be using those hands to good use?"
"Why don’t you ask him yourself?" Jon said as him and Brendon both looked over at Ryan, which at this time was hitting the phone on his forehead. Brendon chuckled to himself.
"No I’ll pass" Brendon shook his head for a moment before his eyes drifted towards the closed lounge door, a smile slowly appearing on his face "Do you think he’s asleep?"
"Who? Spencer?" Jon asked and Brendon nodded his head. Jon Shrugged.
"I’ll be back" he said, sliding out of the booth.
"Don’t go in there. Spencer’s annoyed as is, I don’t think he will appreciate you all up in his grill"
"Well. Ryan’s not going to do anything and you’re messing with your Kodak….so why not? I can get him moving….running even" Brendon strode up to the door and gingerly opened it, peeking behind it before walking in.
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Brendon padded across the soft carpet, picking up the first shirt his foot came in contact with and pulled it over his head. It smelled of starbucks and mangos. Yeah, that’s Jon’s. Stopping at the foot of the king size bed, his eyes fell upon a half awake Spencer, slowly moving his arm to stretch.
"Spence," Brendon said in a low voice and Spencer cracked one eye open, shifting slightly so the covers were more over his naked shoulders.
"No, I don’t have anymore skittles." Spencer said quickly in a horse voice and Brendon shook his head
"No, that’s not why im- are you okay?" Brendon asked, crawling up the bed, but moved towards the side that Spencer wasn’t on.
"Yeah. I just hurt" Spencer said, now both eyes open and looking Brendon in the face.
"I heard. where exactly does it hurt?" Brendon questioned and Spencer slowly pointed all over his body and Brendon….well, Brendon laughed.
"This is not a LOL matter! im aggravated that just one pain, triggered all my nerves in my body…I can’t even move my toes" Spencer whined and Brendon rolled his eyes.
"Okay, okay, um" Brendon wrinkled his brow for a minute before snapping his finger "Here….im going to get rid of this comforter, you better be at least wearing boxer" Brendon stated as he pulled it away from Spencer’s body, to expose red clan boxer briefs.
"Now what?" Spencer asked but Brendon was already at work, placing his hands on Spencer’s calves.
"Does this hurt- when I do this?" Brendon asked, as he slid his hands up and down Spencer’s leg, making circular motions when he reached the knee
"Um, not really, it tingles though" Spencer answered and Brendon nodded his head, looking up the length of Spencer’s legs then back down to his feet.
"I don’t see what this can D-" Spencer’s breath hitched in his throat when Brendon’s hands suddenly left his legs and fell upon his torso, repeating the same actions as they did previously on his legs, slow, circular motions
"How about here?" Brendon asked and Spencer just shook his head. He was not only thinking of Brendon’s hands but more on the fact that he was now straddling him, looking beautiful at that position, his face molded in concentration to figure out why Spencer was hurting and where exactly was it starting. Spencer, caught up in his own world, didn’t notice that Brendon’s hands were now at his shoulders, kneading tendons to loosen them.
"Yeah, right there, Brendon" Spencer groaned gently and Brendons hands stopped its movement. Spencer’s eyes shot open "I mean, there’s where it is- the pain, that is"
Brendon bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing "sure, Spencer Smith" he dragged out his name in a mock moan, in same time as his hips shifted, slightly rubbing against Spencer’s groin "but is that REALLY where the pain is? cuz, I can guess its somewhere lower"
"Your being a Dick, Brendon" Spencer muttered and Brendon smirked, running his finger across Spencer’s jaw.
"No. im just trying to get you back to your old self, the one that pushes up when I push down"
"Well, that person is hurting"
"Ryan won’t put out anymore, huh?" Brendon said off the top of his head and Spencer turned his head from Brendon’s gaze then tapped his nose.
Brendon snicker to himself then did a little victory dance, until he was stopped by Spencer’s hands on his hips, stilling him "Hey! I was breaking it down"
"You’re still on my cock"
"Oh right" Brendon went to get up, but thought against it and sat back down, causing Spencer to hiss out "you know, have I ever showed you the Kung Fu Brendon Grip? I know Ryan and Jon have defiantly seen it, but I don’t think I showed you yet?" Brendon asked, leaning closer to Spencer’s body and Spencer shook his head, swallowing the lump that formed in his throat.
Brendon just bit his bottom lip as his hand slid farther down Spencer’s body, towards the waistband of those red clan briefs.
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Meanwhile….
"Ryan, do you know an 11 letter word for when something is disturbing or alarming?" Jon asked, looking from his crossword puzzle to Ryan.
"Disquieting" Ryan said with a yawn, flipping his sidekick screen up and down, just for entertainment. Jon nodded and scribbled in the answer before looking to the next question.
"How about…an 11 letter word for disgraced?" Jon read out and Ryan furrowed his brow for a second.
"GOD BRENDON OOOUUUCCHH AAAAAAHHHHHH" came from the lounge and both Jon and Ryan looked at the door then at each other. Spencer emerged seconds later, running to the bathroom, holding himself and tears streaming down his cheeks. Brendon appeared in the doorway, his body shaking from the laugh he was trying to hold in and a goofy smile on his face.
"Well, Spencer feels better to move now" Brendon said, sliding into the booth for the second time today, this time snuggling in under Jon’s arm "I told you I could get him running"
"What did you do? He looked like he just experienced the- Oh dear" Jon’s eyes widened when Brendon’s hands traveled between his legs "Brendon, im still healing from your death grip, and I was wearing jeans. Spencer’s not going to recover well"
"I should have warned him" Ryan said in the middle of drinking his water when Spencer walked out of the bathroom, glaring hard at Brendon as he shied toward Ryan. Jon looked simpathicly at Spencer and Brendon did what he does best….laughed.
"Im so sorry, Spence," Brendon said, trying to sound apologetic, but failed since the smile was still visible.
"Fuck you" Spencer replied as Ryan wrapped his arms around his half naked boyfriends’ waist "and don’t touch me ever again"
"Fine" Brendon pouted and Jon just shook his head, going back to his puzzle the best he could without knocking his wrist into Brendon’s face.
"Ryan….11 letter word for disgraced?" Jon said agian, kissing the top of Brendon’s head then glances down at the open space on the crossword.
"Oh, Humiliation" Ryan answered, texting on his sidekick when a swift jab in this ribs sent it flying. He looked down at Spencer then cringed inward "Sorry! but I thought you just had a headache?"
"Well, I still got it….now its no longer on the head that hold my eyes"
End.