Yesterday was national kissing day, and I was talking about how it would have been a good excuse for a kiss meme, and how it seemed those kind of themed memes seemed to have died out a little
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Fill -- : Panic, Brendon/Spencerturps33July 7 2011, 15:28:08 UTC
In which there is very little actual kissing /o\
Brendon’s clutching his bag and nodding as Spencer talks about math class and how the meat they got served at lunch was probably horse and is Brendon staying for dinner because his mom’s cooking a pot roast.
Which is good -- it’s great -- Brendon likes listening to Spencer talk and watching how he moves so easily, grinning as he waves at his mom and dodges his sisters and yells, “Brendon’s staying for dinner,” as he runs up the stairs.
Brendon flashes a smile at Ginger and follows.
“I think. I’ve got... Yeah.” Spencer’s stretched out over his bed, his sneakers kicked off and his head close to the floor. He looks up and blows at his hair that’s fallen into his face. “Come in already.”
“You’ve got?” Brendon prompts, and takes a step into the room.
“I’ve got this.” Spencer rolls onto his back and then sits, showing a DVD of The Goonies. “It’s got a pirate ship.”
“Well in that case,” Brendon says. He looks at the bed, weighing contact against personal space and second-guessing as always. He steps over Spencer’s bag and sits close to the pillows. “Pirates are awesome.”
Spencer nods and slides off the bed. Kneeling he leans forward and puts the disc in the drive. Brendon swallows and takes off his glasses, using his sleeve to rub at the lenses. That way he can’t see how Spencer’s jeans are pulled tight at his ass, how his t-shirt has ridden up at the back.
Spencer presses play and looks over his shoulder. “Ryan likes Andy, I keep telling him she’s out of his league.”
Brendon polishes a lens once again, says, “Is he coming over?”
“Probably.” Spencer’s sitting back now, his shoulder against Brendon’s leg. “Mom always keeps him a plate.”
“Oh,” Brendon says, and he’s got no right to be disappointed, because this is Ryan’s space as much as it is Spencer’s -- a situation where family means more than a name. But Brendon is disappointed, and he slips on his glasses, blurred lines made sharp.
There’s a beep then, and Spencer hooks his bag with his foot, dragging it across the floor. Looking inside he pulls out his phone, reading a text before saying, “Brent’s coming too.”
“Awesome,” Brendon says, and even sounds like he means it.
“He does a great Sloth impersonation,” Spencer says, and yet again Brendon’s reminded that as friends go he’s part of the outside, distanced by circumstance and time. He stares at the screen, yelping when Spencer suddenly grabs his leg and pulls.
Brendon hits the ground with a thump. Scowling, he rubs at his back and says, “If you don’t want me on your bed just say so.”
Spencer rolls his eyes, which is rich considering he’s the one who’s hauling Brendon around. “I don’t want you on my bed.”
“Fine,” Brendon snaps, and he doesn’t even know why he keeps trying. “Ryan can have the bed.”
“He’s not having it either.” Spencer’s cheeks are flushed and in the background the movie plays unwatched. “It’s not that.”
“So what is it?” Brendon’s got every right to ask because Spencer asked him here and never said anything about the others and now he’s glaring as if somehow it’s Brendon at fault.
Spencer looks past Brendon, his mouth opening but saying nothing, until, “This.”
This kiss is unexpected, in that Brendon never expected Spencer to make a first move. It’s also weird, Spencer’s mouth nothing like the pillows Brendon’s used for practice or even the back of his hand. Spencer’s mouth is better, much better, warm, his lips soft and when he touches his tongue against Brendon’s Brendon gets so hard so fast it leaves him dizzy.
Spencer pulls back slightly, looking at Brendon. “That’s okay? You wanted it too.”
And all Brendon can do is say, “Yes.”
“Good.” Spencer smiles and picks up a pillow which he throws at the door, making it close. “Because I want to do it again, and this time it’ll be better.”
Which is a good idea, a fantastic one even, except for one little thing and Brendon has to ask, “What about Ryan?”
“He can find his own boyfriend to kiss,” Spencer says, and then, more serious, “He’ll only come over when I call him.”
Brendon rests his hand on Spencer’s hip. “You planned this.”
Re: Fill -- : Panic, Brendon/Spencerlimonene_treeJuly 9 2011, 07:15:12 UTC
So cute and well-written! And "The Goonies" is such a good movie, and they're gonna miss it, what with the making out, so they'll just have to re-watch it, which means more making out, ad infinitum. ;)
Brendon’s clutching his bag and nodding as Spencer talks about math class and how the meat they got served at lunch was probably horse and is Brendon staying for dinner because his mom’s cooking a pot roast.
Which is good -- it’s great -- Brendon likes listening to Spencer talk and watching how he moves so easily, grinning as he waves at his mom and dodges his sisters and yells, “Brendon’s staying for dinner,” as he runs up the stairs.
Brendon flashes a smile at Ginger and follows.
“I think. I’ve got... Yeah.” Spencer’s stretched out over his bed, his sneakers kicked off and his head close to the floor. He looks up and blows at his hair that’s fallen into his face. “Come in already.”
“You’ve got?” Brendon prompts, and takes a step into the room.
“I’ve got this.” Spencer rolls onto his back and then sits, showing a DVD of The Goonies. “It’s got a pirate ship.”
“Well in that case,” Brendon says. He looks at the bed, weighing contact against personal space and second-guessing as always. He steps over Spencer’s bag and sits close to the pillows. “Pirates are awesome.”
Spencer nods and slides off the bed. Kneeling he leans forward and puts the disc in the drive. Brendon swallows and takes off his glasses, using his sleeve to rub at the lenses. That way he can’t see how Spencer’s jeans are pulled tight at his ass, how his t-shirt has ridden up at the back.
Spencer presses play and looks over his shoulder. “Ryan likes Andy, I keep telling him she’s out of his league.”
Brendon polishes a lens once again, says, “Is he coming over?”
“Probably.” Spencer’s sitting back now, his shoulder against Brendon’s leg. “Mom always keeps him a plate.”
“Oh,” Brendon says, and he’s got no right to be disappointed, because this is Ryan’s space as much as it is Spencer’s -- a situation where family means more than a name. But Brendon is disappointed, and he slips on his glasses, blurred lines made sharp.
There’s a beep then, and Spencer hooks his bag with his foot, dragging it across the floor. Looking inside he pulls out his phone, reading a text before saying, “Brent’s coming too.”
“Awesome,” Brendon says, and even sounds like he means it.
“He does a great Sloth impersonation,” Spencer says, and yet again Brendon’s reminded that as friends go he’s part of the outside, distanced by circumstance and time. He stares at the screen, yelping when Spencer suddenly grabs his leg and pulls.
Brendon hits the ground with a thump. Scowling, he rubs at his back and says, “If you don’t want me on your bed just say so.”
Spencer rolls his eyes, which is rich considering he’s the one who’s hauling Brendon around. “I don’t want you on my bed.”
“Fine,” Brendon snaps, and he doesn’t even know why he keeps trying. “Ryan can have the bed.”
“He’s not having it either.” Spencer’s cheeks are flushed and in the background the movie plays unwatched. “It’s not that.”
“So what is it?” Brendon’s got every right to ask because Spencer asked him here and never said anything about the others and now he’s glaring as if somehow it’s Brendon at fault.
Spencer looks past Brendon, his mouth opening but saying nothing, until, “This.”
This kiss is unexpected, in that Brendon never expected Spencer to make a first move. It’s also weird, Spencer’s mouth nothing like the pillows Brendon’s used for practice or even the back of his hand. Spencer’s mouth is better, much better, warm, his lips soft and when he touches his tongue against Brendon’s Brendon gets so hard so fast it leaves him dizzy.
Spencer pulls back slightly, looking at Brendon. “That’s okay? You wanted it too.”
And all Brendon can do is say, “Yes.”
“Good.” Spencer smiles and picks up a pillow which he throws at the door, making it close. “Because I want to do it again, and this time it’ll be better.”
Which is a good idea, a fantastic one even, except for one little thing and Brendon has to ask, “What about Ryan?”
“He can find his own boyfriend to kiss,” Spencer says, and then, more serious, “He’ll only come over when I call him.”
Brendon rests his hand on Spencer’s hip. “You planned this.”
Spencer simply says, “Yes.”
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