Bandfic: A Welcome Home (Spencer/Brendon, PG.)
Title: A Welcome Home
Author: tigs
Pairing: Spencer/Brendon
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own.
Summary: At first, Brendon bounces. Of *course* he bounces, because today is *moving day* and he is so excited he just can't handle it. House! A house of their very own!
Author's Notes: I was in the mood to write something tonight. This is what happened. A silly little doodle of a ficlet, boys and domesticity and dogs. 1600 words.
At first, Brendon bounces. Of *course* he bounces, because today is *moving day* and he is so fucking excited he just can't handle it. House! A house of their very own!
He's up at five, taping boxes and wrapping newspaper around plates. At six Jon arrives with coffee. Caffeine, glorious caffeine, and *no one* is going to tell Brendon that he can't have caffeine on *moving day*, because they're *all* going to need as much energy as they can possibly get, and Jon, Jon, did he mention that he and Spencer were getting a house together? They'd signed on the dotted line and everything! It's officially theirs!
At seven, Spencer stumbles downstairs, his hair un-brushed, his scruff longer than it was the day before, and by this time, Brendon and Jon have finished packing up most of the kitchen, leaving out a plate and glass for Spencer. And the microwave, so that he can zap his coffee. And Brendon watches as Spencer looks at the stacks of boxes, at the mess, and sighs, but then he catches Brendon's eye and he smiles.
At eight, the moving people arrive, and Brendon discovers that he is *very* good at giving directions. Well, okay, directions of the 'that one! now that one!' sort, anyway, with the occasional, 'hey, hey, careful with that one!' thrown in for variety.
At nine, they arrive at Brendon and Spencer's new house, all three bedrooms, two bathrooms, study, living room, dining room, and family room in the basement of it. And yeah, okay, they've had the key for, like, a week now, and they've been over here three times since the realtor handed the bright red key ring over-they've walked the rooms and talked color schemes and where things would go, and, er, broke in the floor of their soon-to-be bedroom-so it's not like Brendon hasn't completely and fully registered that it's *theirs*, but still.
*Theirs*.
At nine thirty, Ryan arrives.
He brings muffins and while Spencer and Jon and Brendon are sorting the boxes that the movers bring into the house, he unpacks a plate from the kitchen, finds a napkin in another box, and arranges the muffins carefully. Then he lies down on top of the coffee table (after the movers bring it in) and gives his opinion on how things should be arranged, and makes notes of the sort of art that Brendon and Spencer should be investing in to fill their walls. He knows people, after all. Also, have they considered a modernist theme?
At eleven, Spencer's parents show up.
His mom's in jeans and a t-shirt and brings a bag of old undershirts and bottles of Pledge and Windex. She hauls Ryan off of the coffee table and points him towards the windows in the living room. He grumbles, but Brendon just laughs because it's Spencer's *mom*. No one says no to Spencer's *mom*.
At noon, Brendon feels just as gross as he usually does when he comes off of stage, and he's up in the second bedroom, trying to figure out why dishes he was sure that he packed this morning ended up in a box labeled 'Wii Games-Basement!' which somehow ended up in there. He's sitting on the floor, surrounded by a pile of newspaper, when Spencer comes in. Spencer looks like he feels pretty gross, too, and he must, because he lies down next to Brendon, on top of the newspaper, apparently not even caring that it's going to stain his skin, and says, "Are we done yet?"
Brendon laughs, of course-because yeah, *so* not even close-but then he's leaning down to kiss the freckle at the end of Spencer's nose, and Spencer's curving a hand around the back of his neck, encouraging Brendon's mouth to meet his, and-
And, okay, suddenly he's being hit in the side of the head with a ball of newspaper, and Ryan and Jon are standing there, mock-glaring, and Jon says, "Hey now, hey, none of that. You drafted us to *help*, not do all of your work *for* you."
Spencer starts to flip Jon off, but then it's one o'clock, and the front doorbell-*their* front doorbell!-is ringing, and it's Brendon's parents, bringing pizza.
Two o'clock comes around, and Spencer and Jon and Spencer's and Brendon's dads follow the moving van to Spencer's condo, and they start all over again. Brendon would have gone with them, but Ryan plants his hands on his hips and says, "Yes. Please go. Please give me free reign to organize your house while you're gone." Then he and Spencer have some sort of weird best friend stare-off that Brendon's learned to mostly be able to interpret when it benefits him to do so, but today, somehow, it ends up with him staying behind.
The moms are camped out in the kitchen, organizing cupboards, making up shopping lists, and Brendon's pretty sure that he heard mention of curtains and shelf liner, so when Ryan says, "Yeah, so, why don't you show me where you want your cello books to go," Brendon takes the chance to escape to the third bedroom, which has been designated the music room. Ryan starts talking about hanging oriental rugs on the walls as temporary soundproofing, and Brendon nods along, putting away his cello books, his piano books, his music for instruments that he has yet to learn how to play, but is determined to at some point.
By four, Spencer, Jon, and the dads have returned, as have about 30 more boxes, and they get them all into the house, into the living room, and then, suddenly, it's like a light switch has been flipped, because Brendon tries to sit down on a box, but totally misses, and sits down hard on the floor, and while everyone laughs at him, he lies down, and suddenly he can't get up again. He really, really can't. Not even when Spencer brushes his toes along Brendon's ribs, saying, "Dude, c'mon, we've still got a long way to go!"
Brendon says, "But I've been going for 12 hours, Spencer Smith. Have mercy! Mercy!"
And so, at five, they pretty much call it a day.
This time, Spencer's parents invite them all out to dinner: Spencer and Brendon's choice, to celebrate the fact that they are now homeowners (homeowners! them!) and under most circumstances, they probably would have talked nice restaurants, right, ones geared towards celebrating, but a) they're filthy, and b) they're tired, and c) Brendon would rather not actually *leave* the house, except they're totally lacking in food, and so that is how they end up at the buffet place a few blocks away, where no one will pay much attention to the smudges of dirt on their clothes, or the fact that they're all so tired they're loopy. Loopy!
At six thirty, they leave the restaurant and, together, drive to Haley's. All it takes is Brendon slamming the door to the car (perhaps only slightly harder than necessary) to set off the barking. Boba's the loudest, but Milo and Elwood are right there with him, and higher pitched, louder in her own way, is Dylan. They're only halfway up the driveway when Haley opens the door, and Brendon actually has to grab onto Spencer's elbow to keep from tripping over Boba.
Spencer, though, is kneeling down to scratch at eight sets of ears, be licked at by four different tongues, but when Brendon crouches down too, Dylan squirms into his lap and licks at Brendon's chin, and then Elwood is standing up on his hind feet and balancing his paws on Brendon's knees, and. Yeah.
The dogs, Boba and Elwood and Dylan, are happy enough to get in the back of Spencer's car half an hour later, when they part ways with Haley and Milo, but their happy barking turns to whine-broken silence as Spencer doesn't take the turn that he usually takes, the one that leads to both Brendon and Spencer's old condos.
Indeed, at seven thirty, when Spencer turns the car off inside of their (new!) garage, the only sounds coming from the back seat are pants and tails thwapping against windows and seats. When Brendon opens the back passenger door, though, all three dogs trip over each other in an effort to get out first. Dylan yelps when Boba steps on her tail, but before Brendon can do more than bend down to see if she's okay, she's darting towards the door to the kitchen, following on Boba and Elwood's, er, tails.
Spencer and Brendon are slower to walk into the house, and as soon as they get inside, Brendon starts laughing, because he can hear the sounds of little doggy nails clattering over wood floors, then up the stairs, a bark here, a whine there. Spencer leads them towards the living room, though, and as Brendon watches, he flops down on the couch. He lazily pats the cushion next to him, and Brendon sits down-first on the edge, then settling in against Spencer's side.
He lets his head fall back against Spencer's shoulder, and he turns to look at Spencer, grinning.
"Hi," he says, and Spencer smiles his widest smile.
"Hi."
Spencer opens his mouth, probably to say more, but then the dogs come dashing into the room. Boba and Elwood start nosing around in boxes, but Dylan comes straight for Brendon, hops up onto the couch, and balances herself on Brendon's knee. Only for a moment, though, before she lies down, spreading herself across Spencer's thigh, too.
Spencer runs his hand across Brendon's hair then, mussing it even more than it was mussed before, and then he says, "Hey, so. Welcome home."
End.
Author: tigs
Pairing: Spencer/Brendon
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own.
Summary: At first, Brendon bounces. Of *course* he bounces, because today is *moving day* and he is so excited he just can't handle it. House! A house of their very own!
Author's Notes: I was in the mood to write something tonight. This is what happened. A silly little doodle of a ficlet, boys and domesticity and dogs. 1600 words.
At first, Brendon bounces. Of *course* he bounces, because today is *moving day* and he is so fucking excited he just can't handle it. House! A house of their very own!
He's up at five, taping boxes and wrapping newspaper around plates. At six Jon arrives with coffee. Caffeine, glorious caffeine, and *no one* is going to tell Brendon that he can't have caffeine on *moving day*, because they're *all* going to need as much energy as they can possibly get, and Jon, Jon, did he mention that he and Spencer were getting a house together? They'd signed on the dotted line and everything! It's officially theirs!
At seven, Spencer stumbles downstairs, his hair un-brushed, his scruff longer than it was the day before, and by this time, Brendon and Jon have finished packing up most of the kitchen, leaving out a plate and glass for Spencer. And the microwave, so that he can zap his coffee. And Brendon watches as Spencer looks at the stacks of boxes, at the mess, and sighs, but then he catches Brendon's eye and he smiles.
At eight, the moving people arrive, and Brendon discovers that he is *very* good at giving directions. Well, okay, directions of the 'that one! now that one!' sort, anyway, with the occasional, 'hey, hey, careful with that one!' thrown in for variety.
At nine, they arrive at Brendon and Spencer's new house, all three bedrooms, two bathrooms, study, living room, dining room, and family room in the basement of it. And yeah, okay, they've had the key for, like, a week now, and they've been over here three times since the realtor handed the bright red key ring over-they've walked the rooms and talked color schemes and where things would go, and, er, broke in the floor of their soon-to-be bedroom-so it's not like Brendon hasn't completely and fully registered that it's *theirs*, but still.
*Theirs*.
At nine thirty, Ryan arrives.
He brings muffins and while Spencer and Jon and Brendon are sorting the boxes that the movers bring into the house, he unpacks a plate from the kitchen, finds a napkin in another box, and arranges the muffins carefully. Then he lies down on top of the coffee table (after the movers bring it in) and gives his opinion on how things should be arranged, and makes notes of the sort of art that Brendon and Spencer should be investing in to fill their walls. He knows people, after all. Also, have they considered a modernist theme?
At eleven, Spencer's parents show up.
His mom's in jeans and a t-shirt and brings a bag of old undershirts and bottles of Pledge and Windex. She hauls Ryan off of the coffee table and points him towards the windows in the living room. He grumbles, but Brendon just laughs because it's Spencer's *mom*. No one says no to Spencer's *mom*.
At noon, Brendon feels just as gross as he usually does when he comes off of stage, and he's up in the second bedroom, trying to figure out why dishes he was sure that he packed this morning ended up in a box labeled 'Wii Games-Basement!' which somehow ended up in there. He's sitting on the floor, surrounded by a pile of newspaper, when Spencer comes in. Spencer looks like he feels pretty gross, too, and he must, because he lies down next to Brendon, on top of the newspaper, apparently not even caring that it's going to stain his skin, and says, "Are we done yet?"
Brendon laughs, of course-because yeah, *so* not even close-but then he's leaning down to kiss the freckle at the end of Spencer's nose, and Spencer's curving a hand around the back of his neck, encouraging Brendon's mouth to meet his, and-
And, okay, suddenly he's being hit in the side of the head with a ball of newspaper, and Ryan and Jon are standing there, mock-glaring, and Jon says, "Hey now, hey, none of that. You drafted us to *help*, not do all of your work *for* you."
Spencer starts to flip Jon off, but then it's one o'clock, and the front doorbell-*their* front doorbell!-is ringing, and it's Brendon's parents, bringing pizza.
Two o'clock comes around, and Spencer and Jon and Spencer's and Brendon's dads follow the moving van to Spencer's condo, and they start all over again. Brendon would have gone with them, but Ryan plants his hands on his hips and says, "Yes. Please go. Please give me free reign to organize your house while you're gone." Then he and Spencer have some sort of weird best friend stare-off that Brendon's learned to mostly be able to interpret when it benefits him to do so, but today, somehow, it ends up with him staying behind.
The moms are camped out in the kitchen, organizing cupboards, making up shopping lists, and Brendon's pretty sure that he heard mention of curtains and shelf liner, so when Ryan says, "Yeah, so, why don't you show me where you want your cello books to go," Brendon takes the chance to escape to the third bedroom, which has been designated the music room. Ryan starts talking about hanging oriental rugs on the walls as temporary soundproofing, and Brendon nods along, putting away his cello books, his piano books, his music for instruments that he has yet to learn how to play, but is determined to at some point.
By four, Spencer, Jon, and the dads have returned, as have about 30 more boxes, and they get them all into the house, into the living room, and then, suddenly, it's like a light switch has been flipped, because Brendon tries to sit down on a box, but totally misses, and sits down hard on the floor, and while everyone laughs at him, he lies down, and suddenly he can't get up again. He really, really can't. Not even when Spencer brushes his toes along Brendon's ribs, saying, "Dude, c'mon, we've still got a long way to go!"
Brendon says, "But I've been going for 12 hours, Spencer Smith. Have mercy! Mercy!"
And so, at five, they pretty much call it a day.
This time, Spencer's parents invite them all out to dinner: Spencer and Brendon's choice, to celebrate the fact that they are now homeowners (homeowners! them!) and under most circumstances, they probably would have talked nice restaurants, right, ones geared towards celebrating, but a) they're filthy, and b) they're tired, and c) Brendon would rather not actually *leave* the house, except they're totally lacking in food, and so that is how they end up at the buffet place a few blocks away, where no one will pay much attention to the smudges of dirt on their clothes, or the fact that they're all so tired they're loopy. Loopy!
At six thirty, they leave the restaurant and, together, drive to Haley's. All it takes is Brendon slamming the door to the car (perhaps only slightly harder than necessary) to set off the barking. Boba's the loudest, but Milo and Elwood are right there with him, and higher pitched, louder in her own way, is Dylan. They're only halfway up the driveway when Haley opens the door, and Brendon actually has to grab onto Spencer's elbow to keep from tripping over Boba.
Spencer, though, is kneeling down to scratch at eight sets of ears, be licked at by four different tongues, but when Brendon crouches down too, Dylan squirms into his lap and licks at Brendon's chin, and then Elwood is standing up on his hind feet and balancing his paws on Brendon's knees, and. Yeah.
The dogs, Boba and Elwood and Dylan, are happy enough to get in the back of Spencer's car half an hour later, when they part ways with Haley and Milo, but their happy barking turns to whine-broken silence as Spencer doesn't take the turn that he usually takes, the one that leads to both Brendon and Spencer's old condos.
Indeed, at seven thirty, when Spencer turns the car off inside of their (new!) garage, the only sounds coming from the back seat are pants and tails thwapping against windows and seats. When Brendon opens the back passenger door, though, all three dogs trip over each other in an effort to get out first. Dylan yelps when Boba steps on her tail, but before Brendon can do more than bend down to see if she's okay, she's darting towards the door to the kitchen, following on Boba and Elwood's, er, tails.
Spencer and Brendon are slower to walk into the house, and as soon as they get inside, Brendon starts laughing, because he can hear the sounds of little doggy nails clattering over wood floors, then up the stairs, a bark here, a whine there. Spencer leads them towards the living room, though, and as Brendon watches, he flops down on the couch. He lazily pats the cushion next to him, and Brendon sits down-first on the edge, then settling in against Spencer's side.
He lets his head fall back against Spencer's shoulder, and he turns to look at Spencer, grinning.
"Hi," he says, and Spencer smiles his widest smile.
"Hi."
Spencer opens his mouth, probably to say more, but then the dogs come dashing into the room. Boba and Elwood start nosing around in boxes, but Dylan comes straight for Brendon, hops up onto the couch, and balances herself on Brendon's knee. Only for a moment, though, before she lies down, spreading herself across Spencer's thigh, too.
Spencer runs his hand across Brendon's hair then, mussing it even more than it was mussed before, and then he says, "Hey, so. Welcome home."
End.