Happy birthday Ryan Ross! I'm sorry, but this fic is not about you. It is about people you're pretty fond of though.
About a month or so ago,
emilyray was writing a fic and I was writing a fic and we sent each other what we had so far. *She* posted hers the next day, whereas I got distracted by Shane Valdez and then Brendon threw-up on stage and then
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“I am svelte, Spencer Smith. Svelte and petite and, and something slightly more manly sounding that still means cute and pocket-sized.”
Oh god, I damn near fell off my chair. What an awesome line!
Spencer had a naked Brendon underneath him, wrapping his legs around Spencer’s waist and meeting his first tentative thrusts
Okay, I love that image. Something about the simplicity of the description packs a real punch. Very nice!
“So you decided to fuck Brendon? That’s not good logic. That’s not even me logic. Spencer, what the fuck?”
Okay, I just fell a little bit in love with your Ryan...
“I’d say I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but it was kind of hard not to. Plus I totally did.”
...And there's me falling for your Jon too :D
“Brendon’s a good boy,” she told him, “And I saw enough of his brave little toaster face when you were growing up. I don’t want to ever see it again. Okay?”
Oh, that's a heartbreaker, right there. Ouch.
no way that he was going to say stop when Brendon was kissing him like this: sweet and determined and like the point he was making was the most important one in their world.
And another gut-punching sentence there as well. I love the image this description invokes.
Okay, that's enough quoting now, or this comment is going to be longer than the fic itself. Suffice to say, I really liked this. You nailed the characterisation, you nailed the relationships and I am awed by the way you use the words, both in descriptions and dialogue, to put across images and emotions beautifully. Plus, it was hot :D
Nice work, hon!
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