Baby Drive Slow, ('Til We Run Out of Road) 2/2
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The first thing Spencer notices when he wakes up is the steady throbbing pain in his arm and stomach. The second is Ryan sitting in a chair next to his bed, knees pulled up to his chest and looking like he needs a good night sleep.
Spencer groans and clears his throat. “Ry, hey.”
“Hey,” Ryan shifts closer to the bed. “How do you feel?”
“‘m okay.” Spencer’s eyes drift closed. “I got shot.”
“I know. They got the bullets out, though, and everything is going to be okay.”
Spencer frowns and tries to sit up. “What ‘bout Brendon?”
“Hey, hey lay back down.” Spencer can feel Ryan’s cold hands pressing him back down, “Brendon’s okay. He’s in the waiting room with Jon.”
“‘s he okay?”
“He’s fine, Spence. You saved his life.”
“Still mad at me.” Spencer can feel himself dozing off. “Tell him ‘m sorry.”
Spencer can feel the weight of the blanket on his chest when Ryan pulls it up over him. “Tell him yourself when you wake up.”
“Ry.” Spencer grabs hold of his hand and squeezes weakly. “He‘s my Walker.”
“I know, Spence.” Ryan squeezes back, “I know.”
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Spencer is glaring mournfully at the terrible hospital food when there’s a knock at the door. He looks up and attempts to straighten. “Sir. Sir, I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“Relax, Smith.” Spencer’s boss comes in and pulls up a chair. “Of course I would come and see you. One of my best agents gets shot, I think I can afford to make a personal visit to check on him.”
”Well, thank you, Sir. It’s good to see you.”
“I think it will be even better once I tell you that we have the suspect in custody. We searched his place, and all evidence points to him working alone, so while he’s been cooling his heels in prison, we’ve been building a strong case against him.”
Spencer nods, “So the threat is neutralized?”
“We’re considering it a closed case. All involved parties have been informed, so as far as I’m concerned, you’re now on vacation.”
“But--sir. I don’t need a--”
“You were shot, Smith. It’s not negotiable, you know this. You’ll meet with the Agency councilor when you get out of hospital and I don’t want to see you for a month. Longer if the councilor doesn’t clear you.”
Spencer sighs. "Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Get some rest.” He stands and nods at Spencer, and leaves. Spencer huffs a little and back down. It doesn’t take long for him to fall back asleep.
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The next time Spencer wakes up, Brendon’s sitting next to the bed, staring into space. Spencer takes a moment to take him in, quickly checking for obvious signs of him not being okay. He doesn’t see anything that sets of alarm bells except that his eyes are red and a little puffy, and Spencer wonders why he's been crying.
He clears his throat and shifts a little. “Bren?”
“Hey, don’t move.”
Spencer frowns. “‘m okay. I didn’t--what are you doing here? The threat is gone.”
“You were shot, Spence. Twice. For me.” Brendon is looking at Spencer like he’s crazy which is more than a little unfair. Spencer was shot, okay, he’s allowed to be confused and Brendon sitting in his hospital room, when there’s no real need is confusing.
“But--” he sighs. “It‘s nothing. Really.”
Brendon snorts.“Yeah, okay.”
“‘s my job.”
“Yeah, yeah, you said.” Brendon stands up and starts pacing. “Except you know what? That’s total crap. You were kissing me just as much as I was kissing you.”
“I never--”
“No, you shut up. I’m talking and you’re going to listen. I get it, it’s your job to protect me but this--” Brendon points between them, “This wasn’t just you doing your job. We got close, Spencer, and if that scares you then that’s okay, but don’t hide behind your job.”
“m not hiding behind anything.” Spencer reaches out and takes Brendon's hand, wincing at the pain in his arm as he moves. “I’m not hiding, okay?”
“Spence--” Brendon sigh and nods, “Okay. Okay, well you should get some more sleep and we’ll talk when you’re feeling better.”
Brendon sits down in the chair and opens a book. Spencer frowns. “You’re staying?”
“Okay, I'm going to break it down for you, because clearly you’re more doped up than I originally thought. I am staying here because I want to make sure you’re okay. I’m staying here because I’m not a soulless robot who can turn my feelings off and unlike someone in this room whose name I won’t mention. So lay down and go to sleep.”
“You’re bossy.” Spencer yawns and he feels his eyes drifting closed. “It’s kinda hot.”
Spencer falls asleep before he hears Brendon’s reply.
center--center
Brendon, Spencer thinks, is quite possibly the most stubborn person he knows. Which is saying a lot considering he’s best friends with Ryan who practically personifies stubbornness
“No, really, you don’t have to stay. I’m just going to lay here on the couch and watch shitty TV all day.”
“Yes, I do have to stay. I’m not sure how much clearer I can be. You’re injured and I’m going to look after you until you’re no longer injured.”
Brendon fluffs a pillow and slips it behind Spencer’s head. No matter how much Spencer protests, he has to admit that the attention is kinda nice. Even if Brendon is a little bit scary whenever Spencer brings up the subject of him going home.
“I’m fine.”
Brendon gives him a dirty look and keep fussing with the blanket in his hand. Spencer sighs and tries not to wince too obviously when moving causes a stab of pain in his stomach.
“Are you okay? What hurts?”
Spencer rolls his eyes. “Nothing. I’m just a little sore.”
“Yeah, I hear being shot can do that sort of thing to a person.”
Brendon lays the blanket over him and Spencer reaches out, wrapping his fingers around his wrist. “Hey. This really wasn’t your fault, you know.”
“I know that.” Brendon snatches his wrist back,. “Do you need something to drink?”
Spencer tries not to sigh again because ow, and shakes his head, “No. Thank you, though.”
“No problem. I’m going to go and check on your soup.” Brendon disappears into the kitchen and Spencer shuts his eyes.
It’s not that he doesn’t want Brendon around because, hello, it’s Brendon. Brendon, who is smart and funny and, when he’s not being a crazed pillow wielding dictator, is actually pretty chill to be around. He’s kinda nerdy which Spencer loves and he seems to know everything about music there is to know, which Spencer finds soothing in a strange way. It’s just--Spencer hurts and it’s hard keeping a brave face and hiding the after-effects of a flashback because the last thing he wants is to make Brendon feel even more guilty than he clearly already feels.
He shifts a little, his movement restricted by the bandages around his abdomen, and sighs, sinking into the pillows. He falls asleep.
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It’s dark when Spencer wakes up, his screams echoing in his head, the sound of his name being repeated over and over struggling to break through. His lungs burn and he grabs hold of the nearest object and squeezes, shutting his eyes tight and counting backwards from ten as slowly as he can.
He feels whatever he grabbed hold of squeeze back, and then a warm hand press against his chest. “Spence?”
Spencer waits until his lungs stop burning so much before he opens his eyes. Brendon’s looking back at him, worry etched across his face. “Spence, are you okay?”
Spencer can only nod and squeeze Brendon’s hand. He’s worried that if he opens his mouth everything he is actually feeling will come spewing out.
Brendon seems to get it because he squeezes back and uses his other hand to push at Spencer’s should until he’s laying down again. Brendon crawls up next to him and doesn’t let go of him.
“You’re okay.” Brendon brushes some hair out of Spencer’s face, and it’s all Spencer can do not to press into his touch. Brendon starts humming and Spencer can feels tears burning at the corners of his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He winces when his voice comes out rough and ragged.
Brendon shakes his head and swipes his thumb lightly at the corner of Spencer’s eye. “Hey, none of that. There nothing to apologize for.”
Spencer nods. “Will you stay with me?”
“Of course.” Brendon shifts so that he’s laying down and then he pulls the covers up over them, still holding tight to Spencer’s hand.
“Thank you.”
Brendon leans in and presses the lightest of kisses to the corner of Spencer’s mouth. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”
“Okay.” Spencer resists the urge to move closer, knowing that it will only result in pain. He closes his eyes and holds on to Brendon’s hand for dear life, and eventually falls back asleep with the sound of Brendon humming filling his head.
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When Spencer wakes up the next morning, his head is pounding in a way it hasn't since Senior Year when he would get tension headaches that left him feeling like his brain was going to explode every time he moved.
It's bright in the room and he squints his eyes at the spot next to him where he knows Brendon fell asleep last night. Brendon might be careful around him during the day, but in his sleep he's all knees to the balls and flailing arms. Spencer's pretty sure he's got more bruises than he did when he fell asleep.
There's a crash in the kitchen, followed by Brendon cursing. Spencer groans, propping himself up on his elbows. At least it's not someone breaking in, he thinks. He's not in any mood to fight off an intruder and when his head pounds sharply, he starts to rethink his position. At least there's a chance an intruder could be armed and would put him out of his misery.
Brendon appears in the doorway with a tray and a cautious smile. “Hey, I made breakfast.”
“Thanks.” Spencer struggles to sit up without angering the tiny little men with hammers in his head. He settles against the pillows. “You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to.” Brendon sets the tray on his legs and sits next to him. “You really need to do grocery shopping, dude. There is like, nothing in your fridge or cupboards. I had to haul ass to the store on the corner. Chip sends his love.”
“Urgh, Chip. He is like a really bad case of mold, that guy, I swear.”
“Ohh, so he’s the competition, huh? I see.” Brendon grins and helps Spencer with his juice.
“Competition?”
Brendon shrugs. “I’ve decided to woo you. I was going to wait for you, but then I was talking to Ryan and--”
“Wait, what? You talked to Ryan? When?”
“He called the other day. He was worried about you, but I told him you were sleeping so he said he’d talk to me instead. Something about his fiance being a crazy cat lady. Anyway, he told me that you suck at relationships and that while I may be defunct when it comes to most forms of socializing I’m probably more together than you.” Brendon pauses. “He’s actually kinda brutal really.”
“Well, yeah. That’s Ryan for you. Also, you’re not defunct and I don’t suck at--” Spencer is cut off by Brendon stuffing a piece of French toast in his mouth.
“Anyway, he said that I need to woo you because waiting around for you would be pointless and a waste of time. So here I am, Spencer Smith. Declaring my intentions.”
“Brendon.”
Brendon’s face drops, “Oh. Okay, forget I said it yeah? I was just talking too much.”
“No hey. Hey.” Spencer tugs on his hand. “You should totally declare your intentions. I am totally down with that.”
Brendon smiles. “Yeah?”
Spencer tugs on his hand and pulls him closer. He licks his lips and hesitates, but then leans in to kiss Brendon. It’s not like that first kiss, for one, Brendon’s not attacking his face, but also because it’s slow and it takes a little coaxing for Brendon to kiss back. When he does, Spencer can’t help but wonder what he was thinking, dragging his feet on this. Maybe Ryan was right, maybe he really is shit at relationships.
He smiles when Brendon rests his forehead against his, pink cheeked and lips bright red, “So. Wooing huh?”
Brendon laughs and kisses him again, short but with a little bit of heat behind it. “Mmhm. I’m going to rock your world but first, breakfast.”
Spencer sighs when Brendon moves away. “You’re so pushy.”
“You love it.”
“Maybe.” Spencer smiles and eats his breakfast, watching Brendon out of the corner of his eye. He’s starting to think that this is what all of this is. Love. Surprisingly, the thought doesn’t scare him like he thought it would. Instead he just smiles, and finishes eating.
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“It’s time to change your bandages.”
Spencer looks away from the TV and at Brendon. “Ugh, already?”
“Yep.” Brendon waves a couple of rolls of bandages and some gauze around. “Get your shirt off, hot stuff.”
“Hot stuff? Really?” Spencer pulls his shirt over his head carefully. It still hurts but nowhere near as bad as it did a couple of days ago.
Brendon grins and sits on the edge of the bed. “You know it.”
“You are so weird.”
“Eh, you dig it, don’t even front.” Brendon starts taking the old bandages off and Spencer holds still. He’s not used to being touched like this, not really, not the way Brendon does. He’s so careful, almost tender, and Spencer loves seeing his face when he’s concentrating, resisting the urge to lean in and kiss him.
He shivers when Brendon traces his fingers over his old scars, the one on his ribs, his stomach, his chest. “Brendon.”
Brendon looks up at him with dark eyes. “Okay?”
Spencer nods and then lets out a slow rush of air when Brendon presses his lips lightly to each scar. He slides his hand into Brendon’s hair and just rests it there, watching Brendon’s progress. Brendon kisses further down, stopping when he reaches the waistband of Spencer’s sleep pants.
“Can I?”
Spencer nods quickly. "Yeah--yes. Please.”
Brendon tugs Spencer’s pants down and off, then leans down to nuzzle at his hip. Spencer keeps his hand in his hair and whimpers when Brendon kisses further down his thigh.
“You are so fucking hot, Spence.” Brendon looks up at him and grins, but anything Spencer was going to say is gone the second Brendon’s mouth closes over his dick.
Spencer immediately tightens his hold on Brendon’s hair and moans. “Bren--fuck.”
Brendon hums around his dick, mouth stretched and spit slick and seriously, seriously Spencer’s brain completely blanks out. Brendon takes him down the whole way and then pulls off with an audible pop and Spencer is so close to coming, right then and there that it isn’t even close to being funny.
“Fuck.”
Brendon grins up at him and goes back to kissing down his thigh, stopping to bite at the sensitive skin and then, when Brendon bites down harder, all Spencer can think is Brendon,want...need..
Brendon moves up so that he's straddling Spencer’s thighs, and Spencer reaches out, fingers clutching and dragging, pulling at Brendon’s clothes. Brendon moves back long enough to get naked completely, before they fall back into each other, kissing and touching, hot breath and low moans and gentle touches.
Spencer thinks that seeing Brendon naked might be the best thing in the world. He feels like he could spend hours mapping Brendon's skin with his tongue and fingers, learning every dip of skin, every nook and crevice. He wants to run his fingers over every rib, count them as he goes, run his tongue down the ridges of Brendon's spine and he wonders if Brendon would let him. He wonders if Brendon hold still and let Spencer do whatever he wanted.
Brendon moves away and Spencer uses the opportunity to move until he can rest against the headboard and then Brendon is back, straddling him, mouth and tongue meeting Spencer's. Brendon’s hand reaches down to take Spencer’s and he feels the lube being poured onto his fingers--and where the hell did Brendon even find that?-- slicking them up and then Brendon is moving Spencer's hand, guiding them towards his ass.
Spencer takes the hint and eases a finger inside him, smirking at the hitch in Brendon's breath. He waits, waits for Brendon to adjust and then when Brendon pushes down, he eases a second in beside the first. Brendon starts to push back against them, rocking slowly, grinding back and down and Spencer can feel their dicks rubbing together, hot and slow, Brendon alternating between kissing him deep and hard and panting against his mouth.
Spencer shifts his fingers, twists and crooks and Brendon keens, arching and moaning into Spencer's mouth and he looks fucking gorgeous like this. Spencer wants to keep him like this forever. Wants to keep him forever. The thought gets pushed to the back of his mind when Brendon bites and tugs at his bottom lip, and he whines, blushing because woah, that's never happened before.
Spencer pulls his fingers back and Brendon reaches between them, rolling a condom onto his dick and slicking it up. Brendon wraps his hand around the base the condom to keep it steady and then lowers himself, the tiniest of moans escaping against Spencer's lips. Spencer honest to goodness cannot think of a better feeling than this. Of being inside Brendon, their foreheads resting against each other, eyes locked, breathing irregular and this isn't like any other time Spencer's had sex in the past. This is something completely different, something he suddenly feels like they've been building up to since day one.
Brendon starts to move, shuddering with every rise and fall and Spencer grips his hips tight enough to bruise. He wants to leave marks, wants Brendon to mark him in return and from the way Brendon moans when he does it, he's totally on board with that plan.
Spencer thrusts up into Brendon, reaches between them and wraps his hand around Brendon's dick. He starts to stroke, building slowly, matching their rhythm and Brendon surges forward, capturing Spencer's mouth in his for the most fleeting of moments and then he grinds down as Spencer pushes up . He starts to pant harshly against Spencer's mouth, and Spencer can feel the tension coiling and building low in his own stomach.
"You close?" Brendon whispers, his breath warm against Spencer's ear.
"You first, Bren", he says stroking Brendon's dick faster, twisting his wrist slightly, and then Brendon moans, biting down on Spencer's lip. He comes between them, hot and fast and shaking.
Spencer waits for Brendon to stop shaking, then grips his hips and holds him in place. He thrusts up once, twice and then he's falling over the edge, coming inside Brendon. His breathing and heart shudder to a stop for the smallest of moments, and then they kick back in again.
"Fuck." Spencer lifts Brendon slightly, the pull where his stitches are barely registering as he eases out of him and then collapses back against the headboard,completely wrecked.
Brendon falls against him, not looking much better, nuzzling and kissing Spencer's neck. Spencer wraps his arms around him, holding him close, and then they are kissing again, soft and sweet and suddenly Spencer knows he can do this. He knows he can actually do this, push his fear and commitment issues aside and be with Brendon.
He's dragged away from his thoughts by the sound of Brendon laughing. Spencer studies him confused, "What?"
"Dude, I came on your bullet wound."
"Oh my god." Spencer starts laughing. "That can't be sanitary."
Brendon groans and gets off the bed. "I'll get something to clean it."
"Okay, but when you get back there better be more kissing."
"Is that an order, Smith? You know you're not the boss of me anymore." Brendon shakes his ass a little on his way to the door.
"You came on my bullet wound. That I got saving your life. You owe me, Urie."
“Lies.”
Spencer grins to himself when Brendon disappears into the bathroom, but his face falls when Brendon comes back with the antiseptic. “I hate that stuff. It stings.”
“Aww poor baby.” Brendon sits back on Spencer’s thighs and dabs some on a piece of cotton wool. “I’ll kiss it better, promise.”
Spencer nods and then hisses when Brendon starts cleaning his wound. It’s mostly healed but Brendon is still careful just in case. Brendon winces a little and pets at Spencer’s hip with his free hand. “‘s okay Spence. Not much longer.”
“Fuck.” Spencer flinches when Brendon starts to clean the corner of the wound where the stitches still hadn't quite dissolved, “Fucking fuck.”
“Shh. Hey.” Brendon throws the cotton wool out and smiles. “All done yeah?”
“Yeah. Yeah just--that shit really fucking stings.”
“I know. But dude, you had come on you. What if that shit had of gotten into your blood stream? You could totally have gotten pregnant.”
Spencer stares at him and then bursts out laughing. “Oh my--you have no idea how biology works, do you?”
Brendon grins and kisses his nose, then hops off the bed. “I do. I’m just trying to distract you. Now, what are your thoughts on pizza?”
“I’m totally for it.”
“Awesome. I’m ordering in, though. No offense, but I kinda expected you to have a bigger place. One with a working stove, even.”
Spencer laughs a little. “Hey, no. This isn’t my place. I just stay here, you’ve been to my place.”
“What?”
“The safe house. That’s my house.”
Brendon frowns. “Then why are you staying here?”
“I don’t know. I guess--” Spencer shrugs. “It’s a big place and I don’t really--it gets lonely. So I stay here and let the agency use it.”
“Spence.”
Spencer sighs, “It’s not a big deal. It’s just--god this is so embarrassing. I guess--I’ve never really had--like. I’ve never really had a relationship. Or--a boyfriend either.”
“Hey, no that’s not embarrassing.” Brendon sits on the bed and reaches out to take Spencer’s hand. “Totally not embarrassing. I’ve never really had a relationship either. I just tend to go to like, Comic Con or whatever and have a whole bunch of anonymous sex with guys dressed like Han Solo.”
“What--wait really? Han Solo?” Spencer pauses. “So that time--when you said I was more Harrison Ford than Kevin Costner. You were--”
“Hitting on you? Yeah pretty much.” Brendon grins and squeezes his hand. “It’s cool yeah? We’ll just take it as it comes.”
Spencer nods and squeezes back. “Okay, yeah.”
“Awesome. But dude, I didn’t want to say anything when I thought this was your place, but I’m pretty sure the bathroom alone breaks about a zillion health codes.”
“You’re probably right. I’ll call the agency in the morning and see about going home.”
Brendon smiles and kisses him soft and quick. “Awesome. So pizza?”
“Totally.”
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“Okay, I think that’s the last one.”
Spencer smiles from his spot on the couch and nods. “Dude, you’re like a house moving master.”
Brendon grins and sits down at the end of the couch, lifting Spencer’s feet into his lap, “It wasn’t that hard. You don’t own that much stuff. By the way, you do however, own way too many shoes.”
“Nonsense. There’s no such thing.”
“Uh huh, sure.” Brendon rests his head back against the couch and closes his eyes, trailing his fingers up and down the instep of Spencer’s foot.
Spencer watches him for a minute and smiles fondly. “Hey. Sleepy?”
“Mmhm.”
“You should stay the night. You know--if you want to.” Spencer pauses. “I mean it’s a long drive back to your place and--”
“Spence?”
“Yeah?”
“Stop talking. I bought a change of clothes with me.” Brendon doesn’t even open his eyes but he wraps a hand around Spencer’s ankle and squeezes.
“Oh really? That was presumptuous of you.” Spencer teases, but he can feel the small knot of fear that Brendon would go away now that he’s on the road to recovery loosen in his chest.
“What can I say, you’re stuck with me.”
Spencer smiles and rests back against the arm of the couch. “I’m totally okay with that.”
Brendon smiles. “Awesome.”
“Totally awesome.” Spencer smiles to himself and closes his eyes. For the first time, in a long time, everything feels right.
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“You look hot.”
Spencer turns around from where he is adjusting his tie in the mirror, and smiles. Brendon’s leaning in the doorway, suit jacket open and tie draped around his neck.
“You too. What do you call that look?”
Brendon grins and walks further in the room. “Can’t tie my tie for shit chic.”
Spencer reaches out and pulls him close. “Well, as much as I dig it, I’m pretty sure Ryan will stop the ceremony and judge you if it doesn’t get tied.”
“Ryan’s very bossy.” Brendon holds still while Spencer quickly knots the tie and straightens it.
“Mmhm. You have no idea.”
Brendon smiles and leans in and kisses Spencer,swift and hot. “I’d be willing to risk his wrath if you wanted to fool around for a couple of minutes.”
“As much as I love that idea,” Spencer buttons Brendon’s jacket for him, “We really don’t want to make him mad on his wedding day.”
Brendon sighs dramatically. “Fine. You’ll save me a dance, right?”
“I’m sure I can squeeze you in.”
“Uh huh, you do that.”
Spencer grins. “I will.”
Brendon takes his hand and squeezes. “Good thing I love you.”
Spencer stomach swoops and he can’t smile big enough. “Yeah? You love me?”
“Yeah.” Brendon nods a little. “Yeah, I do.”
Spencer grins and kicks the door shut, then backs Brendon up against the wall. “I love you too.”
He ducks his head and kisses Brendon deep and hot, pinning his hips to the wall with his own. Brendon curls his arms around him and kisses back, making the tiniest whimpering noises into Spencer's mouth.
Spencer breaks the kiss and presses his forehead against Brendon. “Fuck.”
“We’re going to be late.” Brendon bites at his bottom lip and want shoots straight to Spencer’s dick.
Spencer kisses along Brendon’s jaw, shivering when Brendon tugs lightly at his hair. “Fuck it.”
“What about Ryan?”
“Fuck Ryan.” Spencer kisses him again, pulling Brendon legs up around his waist, grinning when Brendon moans into his mouth.
--
Fifteen minutes later, Spencer drags Brendon out of the room and into the backyard, showing him to his seat and then making his way to stand beside Ryan. He ignores the dirty look Ryan gives him and grins back at Jon when he gives him a thumbs up. When the celebrant starts talking, he catches Brendon’s eye and winks. He knows there will be hell to pay later when Ryan gets his hands on him but when Brendon winks back, he can’t bring himself to care.