tiny, pointless ficlet. Spencer, Brendon, cake.
I said that I'd write sevenfists porn, and then I ... didn't. Woops. On the plus side, I didn't actually write about Spencer feeding Brendon cake on their wedding night, even though that's totally the first thing I thought of. \o/ restraint. Set after they filmed this video.
Someone yells, "That's it for the night; tomorrow we'll shoot the stuff in the van." Everyone scatters and Spencer wanders off in search of something to drink.
Water bottle in hand, he makes his way back to where they were shooting, looking for the rest of the guys. He thinks that he can see Jon and Ryan in the distance, but he can't figure out where Brendon went. He walks a loop around the set, waving when Jon calls, "The car will be here in about twenty." He doesn't find Brendon on the first trip around, but the second time, he weaves in between two trailers, and there's Brendon, sitting on the ground.
Brendon looks up, startled, but smiles quickly when he sees that it's Spencer.
The mostly empty plate of cake is on the ground beside him.
"You stole the cake?" Spencer asks, crossing his arms and grinning down at Brendon.
"Shhh," Brendon hisses immediately. "Someone will hear, and I think that Jon and Ryan have the munchies."
"Such a youngest child," Spencer teases. "Hoarding." He looks around, but Brendon seems to have picked a spot that's away from the bustle of the crew, cleaning up. Spencer gives one more glance around, then turns and slides down to the ground beside Brendon, the plate of cake in between them.
Brendon's staring in front of himself, but he reaches out the hand closes to the plate and gives it a little push until it's an inch or two closer to Spencer. There is mostly just icing and crumbles left. Spencer runs his fingers around the edge, smearing them together, then licks. His hands are probably really fucking dirty right now: the sand and grim from the ground, plus the general layer of sticky that covers all surfaces of sets, like fingerprints from too many fingers that have piled up. He licks his fingers again.
Brendon leans his head back against the trailer. He's still looking straight ahead, but Spencer doesn't think that he's actually watching anything.
"Ohh, M&M," Spencer says, studying the plate. It's stuck in a glob of icing, but Spencer's pretty sure that it's candy, and not a pebble from the ground.
He holds it up and studies it, but Brendon, staring, catches his attention. Brendon's totally fixated on his hand, and, "Oh god, you're ridiculous," Spencer says, rolling his eyes.
Brendon blinks at him.
Spencer sighs. "You want it?" He holds his hand out to Brendon, who opens his mouth up wide instead of reaching out to take it from Spencer.
Spencer tries to drop it into his mouth, but the M&M is stuck to the icing which is stuck to his finger. Spencer gives his hand a little twitch, but it doesn't move.
Brendon moves though, leaning forward and closing his lips around Spencer's finger, and that's his tongue. Spencer's hands are probably dirty, but Brendon's mouth is wet when he licks, once for the candy, and then again for the rest of the icing.
Spencer lets his hand fall away, and Brendon crunches the candy between his teeth. Spencer watches, looking up to meet Brendon's eyes when he realizes that Brendon's watching right back.
Brendon angles towards him. Brendon's good at that, good at angling his body and tilting his head and holding still so that Spencer can lean in, closed mouths first, then both opening quickly, Spencer's tongue swiping over Brendon's and he can still taste chocolate. Brendon's lips are chapped, but the curve of his mouth is soft in a way that makes Spencer want to bite.
He takes a breath before pulling away, sharing Brendon's air then settling back against the trailer.
They've been filming all day, and Spencer's past tired and working his way towards giddy. Brendon's past giddy and into agreeable, and Spencer wants to be horizontal, wants Brendon on his back and wants to climb on top.
He pulls his knees up towards his chest and tucks his fingers between his thigh and his calf.
"The car's going to be here for us soon," Spencer says.
Brendon smiles, says, "Okay."
+ the porn.
Someone yells, "That's it for the night; tomorrow we'll shoot the stuff in the van." Everyone scatters and Spencer wanders off in search of something to drink.
Water bottle in hand, he makes his way back to where they were shooting, looking for the rest of the guys. He thinks that he can see Jon and Ryan in the distance, but he can't figure out where Brendon went. He walks a loop around the set, waving when Jon calls, "The car will be here in about twenty." He doesn't find Brendon on the first trip around, but the second time, he weaves in between two trailers, and there's Brendon, sitting on the ground.
Brendon looks up, startled, but smiles quickly when he sees that it's Spencer.
The mostly empty plate of cake is on the ground beside him.
"You stole the cake?" Spencer asks, crossing his arms and grinning down at Brendon.
"Shhh," Brendon hisses immediately. "Someone will hear, and I think that Jon and Ryan have the munchies."
"Such a youngest child," Spencer teases. "Hoarding." He looks around, but Brendon seems to have picked a spot that's away from the bustle of the crew, cleaning up. Spencer gives one more glance around, then turns and slides down to the ground beside Brendon, the plate of cake in between them.
Brendon's staring in front of himself, but he reaches out the hand closes to the plate and gives it a little push until it's an inch or two closer to Spencer. There is mostly just icing and crumbles left. Spencer runs his fingers around the edge, smearing them together, then licks. His hands are probably really fucking dirty right now: the sand and grim from the ground, plus the general layer of sticky that covers all surfaces of sets, like fingerprints from too many fingers that have piled up. He licks his fingers again.
Brendon leans his head back against the trailer. He's still looking straight ahead, but Spencer doesn't think that he's actually watching anything.
"Ohh, M&M," Spencer says, studying the plate. It's stuck in a glob of icing, but Spencer's pretty sure that it's candy, and not a pebble from the ground.
He holds it up and studies it, but Brendon, staring, catches his attention. Brendon's totally fixated on his hand, and, "Oh god, you're ridiculous," Spencer says, rolling his eyes.
Brendon blinks at him.
Spencer sighs. "You want it?" He holds his hand out to Brendon, who opens his mouth up wide instead of reaching out to take it from Spencer.
Spencer tries to drop it into his mouth, but the M&M is stuck to the icing which is stuck to his finger. Spencer gives his hand a little twitch, but it doesn't move.
Brendon moves though, leaning forward and closing his lips around Spencer's finger, and that's his tongue. Spencer's hands are probably dirty, but Brendon's mouth is wet when he licks, once for the candy, and then again for the rest of the icing.
Spencer lets his hand fall away, and Brendon crunches the candy between his teeth. Spencer watches, looking up to meet Brendon's eyes when he realizes that Brendon's watching right back.
Brendon angles towards him. Brendon's good at that, good at angling his body and tilting his head and holding still so that Spencer can lean in, closed mouths first, then both opening quickly, Spencer's tongue swiping over Brendon's and he can still taste chocolate. Brendon's lips are chapped, but the curve of his mouth is soft in a way that makes Spencer want to bite.
He takes a breath before pulling away, sharing Brendon's air then settling back against the trailer.
They've been filming all day, and Spencer's past tired and working his way towards giddy. Brendon's past giddy and into agreeable, and Spencer wants to be horizontal, wants Brendon on his back and wants to climb on top.
He pulls his knees up towards his chest and tucks his fingers between his thigh and his calf.
"The car's going to be here for us soon," Spencer says.
Brendon smiles, says, "Okay."
+ the porn.