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ALL TOGETHER NOW! (V. 2) A bandom comment fic meme!
It's that time of year again!
Prompt! Write! Feedback! Anon or not. And tell other people about it, so we can have a bigger, better time.
Prompt! Write! Feedback! Anon or not. And tell other people about it, so we can have a bigger, better time.
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Fill: Brendon/Spencer, modern day royalty AU
Frank had left him in charge of the store for, like, five minutes. Brendon had been hoping no one would really show up, because the music store was Frank's baby and there were all these records that actually weren't for sale, and he kept forgetting which ones they were, and Frank was tiny, tinier than Brendon, even, but terrifying. Like a really scary puppy.
He was just cleaning the counter, because Frank was really meticulous about stuff like that, too, when someone walked in. Brendon glanced up and at first just registered guy. Then he did a double-take, because, hot. Then he did another double-take, because, "wow, seriously hot -- wait, kind of familiar, too". On the third double-take he almost sprained his neck, because that. That was most definitely the prince. As in, the prince, prince Spencer Smith the Fifth, right there in their little music store.
He was also completely alone. Brendon frowned. Wasn't he supposed to have, like, security guards and shit? He was the prince. Brendon tore his eyes away and glanced out of the shop window. No, no security there either. Maybe-- Maybe he was just a look-a-like? Brendon looked back at the guy, who was now making his way up to the counter. Brendon swallowed. No, that was. That was most definitely the prince. Without bodyguards or anything. Interesting.
Brendon's brain was maybe, just a little, collapsing in on itself, so even though he was totally going to say, "Can I help you?" or "Welcome", or "Wow, you're the prince", something neutral like that, what came out instead was, "Oh my god, is this like My Date with the President's Daughter?" Prince Spencer startled a little and then just stared at him.
"Um, not that your father is the president," Brendon hurries to explain. "And, um, not that you're a girl, and, like, this isn't totally a date, of course, ha ha, but you. Um, you don't have any security with you," he finishes lamely, and contemplates dropping down behind the counter and feigning fainting-- wait, that would probably make things worse.
The prince furrowed his eyebrows and cocked his hip to the side. Like, he actually did that. Brendon thought that was just a rumor, but oh god, he actually did that. Brendon swallowed and prepared for -- he didn't know what. Getting blasted into bits by a... a blaster ray from a satellite.
"Why would I need bodyguards?" the prince asked, calmly. His voice was deeper than it sounded on TV.
Brendon shrugged. "Because people might try to kill you?"
The prince raised his eyebrows. "Are you going to try to kill me?"
Brendon gaped a little, and then offered a "No?"
"Really? You don't seem very sure of that," the prince said, tilting his head to the side and eying Brendon. His hair fell in front of his eyes, and he brushed it away. Brendon's mouth went dry.
"I'm. I'm positive that I have no intentions of harming you?" There. That sounded proper enough, right, and would hopefully not get him killed by a... trained ninja, or something. Well, there probably weren't any untrained ninjas. There were just ninjas. Oh god, that's why there weren't any security guards in sight, they were all ninjas.
Brendon hoped they wouldn't mess up the store much when they attacked him for potentially threatening the prince by, like, speaking to him or something. Frank would kill him.
The prince, though. The prince smiled. Oh, holy shit. It was just a small smile, but it made his eyes crinkle, and fucking hell, it made something in Brendon jump and turn to mush at the same time, which was a really weird feeling. Like, he didn't even care that this guy was the prince, he was beau-- Fuck, fuck, he was the prince. Brendon was in his store, alone, with a prince, and... possibly some ninjas. Okay, maybe there weren't any ninjas. But there was a really really attractive prince. Brendon cast his eyes down and tried not to blush. Ugh, what was he even supposed to say.
Oh, right. "Can I help you?" he said, still looking down at the counter. It was really rude of him not to make eye contact, he knew, but he just didn't dare.
"Well," the prince said slowly. "I was just gonna look around, but. Could you. Could I ask you for a favor?"
Brendon's head shot up. There's no way he heard that right. "What?"
The prince brushed his hair out of his eyes again, and said, "Could you please not tell anyone you saw me here?"
"Um," Brendon said. He was gonna say "yes", of course, but. He had to tell someone, otherwise he'd think he'd made the whole thing up in his head -- still not impossible-- and he didn't want to lie to the prince. "Anyone?" he said.
"You were -- I'm not supposed to be out without security, but this store is so small, and I wanted to check it out, but it's really hard to do that when people keep looking over your shoulder. Also, I just needed some... time off. You know?"
Brendon didn't really know, he loved having other people around. Well, it was probably different when the people got paid to hang out with you. He found himself nodding. "Yeah, man, I won't tell anyone," he said, and then cringed, because he'd just called the prince man. Shit, shit, shit, what was wrong with him?
The prince just smiled, though, and that weird feeling ran though Brendon again. "Thank you. So you don't mind if I look around?"
"Sure," Brendon said, waving his hand haphazardly and almost hitting the prince with it. He drew it back and rubbed the back of his neck, painfully aware of his body being even more awkward than usual. "I -- the owner will be back in, like, ten minutes, I think? So. Um, if you don't want another person you have to swear to secrecy, then. Yeah."
"Okay, I'll be fast," the prince said, and then turned away. Brendon went back to cleaning the counter and sneaking glances, like, every two seconds. Fuck, the guy just looked so good. Tight jeans, a t-shirt that was snug around his body, a simple jacket over that. He was dressed so... commonly, you know, considering the fact that he was a fucking prince, but he looked amazing. Brendon couldn’t stop staring. God, he was being such a creep.
He resolutely didn't look up again, which is why he jumped when the prince dropped some records onto the counter.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," the prince said, and Brendon just nodded, quickly running the records through the register. "Um, you don't happen to have the new Arcade Fire album, do you? I didn't see it."
Brendon looked up, surprised. "I -- we should get it next week? The bigger stores already have it, though, you could check there. There's one close to here--"
"Next week?" the prince interrupted him.
"Um, Tuesday?"
The prince seemed to be contemplating something. "Hmm. Do you think if I come in the Thursday after that week, there will still be some left?"
Brendon stared. "I could -- I could save you a copy," he offered, hesitant.
"That'd be awesome," the prince said, and grinned. Shit, shit, fuck, he was gorgeous.
"Uh-huh," Brendon said and handed the prince his records.
The prince took them and then offered Brendon his hand. "I'm Spencer," he said.
Brendon blinked, and, for once, managed not to blurt out something totally stupid, like, "I know" or "Your hand is so soft" or "How do you get your hair to look like that?", and said, "Brendon."
The prince, Spencer, Spencer the prince, he'd introduced himself, nodded at Brendon, let go of his hand and walked over to the door. He paused with his hand on the doorknob and looked back. "So, the Thursday after next, right?"
Brendon nodded and smiled, the big goofy grin that usually scared people off, but he just couldn't help himself.
Spencer the prince turned and walked into the door. He hurriedly pulled it open and fled. Brendon grinned even harder. The prince was totally a dork. This was the best thing ever.
Brendon grinned to himself until Frank came back and asked what he was so happy about. Not meanly, or anything, because Frank was totally awesome and Brendon thought they were actually becoming friends. He couldn't really tell Frank who he'd just met, though, he promised he wouldn't, so he just bit his lip and said, "It's a nice day."
It most certainly was.
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YOU SHOULD SAVE HIM A COPY OF SOMETHING ELSE YOU THINK HE WOULD LIKE ALONG WITH THAT ARCADE FIRE ALBUM, BRENDON
AND THEN THEY FLIRT EVERY SECOND TUESDAY FOR THREE MONTHS AND THEN SPENCER KISSES HIM? WHAT SAY YOUUUUU
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heeeeee oh Frank. A REALLY SCARY PUPPY <3.
HAHAHAHA Spencer Smith the Fifth. EVERYTHING IS COMING TOGETHER. Omg Brendon's everything <33333
His hair fell in front of his eyes
(HI I LOVE YOU lol). And d'awwww, wooing Brendon with Arcade Fire.
Brendon blinked, and, for once, managed not to blurt out something totally stupid, like, "I know" or "Your hand is so soft" or "How do you get your hair to look like that?"
I am MUSH. And the prince is a DORK. I kind of always hate asking this but CAN I HAVE A SEQUEL PLEASE? ♥__________♥
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AND EEEE, THANK YOU. And I might try to continue with this if I have time, writing it certainly delighted me enough that I'd love to play more with it.
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(Anonymous) 2011-05-01 12:04 am (UTC)(link)*__________*
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and ahahaha spencer walking into the door <3333333 so much love omg :D:D:D:D
and lol i also loved the little details of the au like frank the scary puppy who likes things clean :3
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Fill: The Prince and Me (Spencer/Brendon) 1/?
(Anonymous) 2011-05-01 10:03 am (UTC)(link)Ryan made a big deal out of it when it first happened. Some prince coming to their school. Spencer wasn't that impressed. Like, maybe if he was the prince, the heir apparent, or something. But this guy's just the fifth kid of the third son of the queen—something like fifteenth in line to the throne. No one in his actual country cares that he's a prince, because the title's basically like a courtesy, and everyone at school was only excited because they're Americans, and it's a novelty. Prince Edward's coming to campus
Spencer, personally, spent more time being curious why the guy would come here out of all his options. He could understand wanting to get away from the craziness that is the British Royal Family and all the duties that come with that. Prince Edward's mother, the Countess of York, is American. Spencer remembers his mother's magazines growing up, occasionally featuring the family on one of their frequent vacations to the States.
So coming to America for college wasn't too strange. But the University of California? It seemed so...uncouth. Shouldn't a prince be going some place like Harvard, or Brown, or Princeton? Really, that's all the thought he gave the matter.
After a few months the clamor died down. No one every actually seemed to have met Prince Edward—for a while Ryan was suspicious of every dude with a British accent, but eventually he dismissed the whole thing as a rumour.
There's this weird kid in Spencer's History of Music class, Brendon. He's good-looking, but dresses like someone else did it for him the rest of his life and he's just trying it out for himself for the first time—these big red framed glasses, skinny ties and vests with t-shirts, lavender hoodies with glittery rainbow jeans, paisley cowboy shirts with cravats—Ryan would probably fall in love at first sight.
Brendon has way more energy then one person ever should, always bouncing his foot and tapping his pen against his notebook, and talking a million miles an hour. And he talks a lot. He's sort of stupid smart, always has his hand in the air with the right answer to the prof's questions.
The thing is, Spencer loves making music and learning about music theory, but this history shit is sort of impossible to keep straight, especially when Professor Glenn tells them on the first test he'll be playing selections from the pieces they've been studying and they have to write the composer and the date and all this other information about it, and Spencer has a minor panic attack, because there's no way he can keep all these different pieces straight.
Everyone knows Brendon's acing the class, so it's a no-brainer to ask for his help. Spencer waits around after class on Thursday, when everyone else is filing out and Brendon's still lingering up near Professor Glenn's class discussing Brahms influence on Elgar.
Spencer calls Brendon's name and falls into step alongside him when he starts down the hall. Brendon smiles side-long at him in a curious sort of way. “Hey,” Spencer says, “I'm Spencer.”
“I know,” Brendon says. “What's up?”
“I'm sort of freaking out about this test,” Spencer says, shoulders slumping. “I, uh. I couldn't help but notice that you seem to know your shit--” Brendon snorts in laughter and Spencer can't explain it, but it makes him feel self-conscious. He rubs the back of his neck and looks away. “I know you probably don't need to study, but if you're going to, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind some company.”
Brendon's got this pensive expression on his face, when Spencer chances a look. “I have a prior engagement this evening,” Brendon says, in that strangely formal tone he has sometimes, “but if you wanted, I have tomorrow afternoon free?”
“Yeah?” Spencer says. “I have German until one.”
“We could meet at the student union at one-thirty,” Brendon suggests. He glances down the front steps, squinting against the late afternoon sun. “I've gotta run.”
There's a shiny black car down at the street, motor running, and when Brendon gets close, the driver gets out, dressed in a suit, and opens the back door. Brendon tosses Spencer a wave before disappearing inside. It's strange, but everything about Brendon is strange.
Brendon's waiting when Spencer gets to the student union, having claimed a table near the window on the second floor. It's quieter than the common areas on the ground and first floors, with just a little traffic of people heading to offices. He's got a laptop with him and his notes with their neat handwriting and helpful highlights.
“I made a copy for you,” Brendon says, passing Spencer a binder. “I went through Professor Glenn's study guide and starred all the things that are probably going to be on the test.”
Spencer flips through the notes in amazement. He thought he did a pretty decent job of keeping up in class, but Brendon could turn these into a goddamn textbook. “I was mostly worried about the listening part.”
“Oh,” Brendon says, opening up his computer. He flashes Spencer a smile that Spencer automatically has to return. “I downloaded the pieces we listened to in class. I thought we could listen to the selections that are most likely to show up on the test.”
“You're kind of awesome,” Spencer says fervently, and Brendon blushes and bites his bottom lip. And Spencer's always noticed that Brendon is hot, but now he's taking time to appreciate all the different parts of the whole, up close.
They share Brendon's earbuds to listen to the selections a few times while looking over the notes, then Brendon starts quizzing Spencer on them. It takes forever, but by the time their stomachs start growling, Spencer feels mostly confident about the listening part of the test.
“Let me take you out to pay you back,” Spencer says, while Brendon's packing up his things.
Brendon looks hesitant and Spencer thinks about how every time he's seen Brendon on campus, he's been alone, and Spencer wonders about that car the other day. Finally Brendon nods and says, “I can—I'll have to make a call--”
“If you've already got plans, it's no big deal,” Spencer says. He really doesn't want Brendon to have other plans.
“No,” Brendon says quickly. “No. Dinner sounds lovely.”
Sounds lovely. It's probably ridiculous, that Spencer finds Brendon's weirdness charming.
Fill: The Prince and Me (Spencer/Brendon) 1/?
(Anonymous) 2011-05-01 10:06 am (UTC)(link)Also, if this posts twice, I fail so hard. IDK how to delete the unformatted one since I'm anon...
Ryan made a big deal out of it when it first happened. Some prince coming to their school. Spencer wasn't that impressed. Like, maybe if he was the prince, the heir apparent, or something. But this guy's just the fifth kid of the third son of the queen—something like fifteenth in line to the throne. No one in his actual country cares that he's a prince, because the title's basically like a courtesy, and everyone at school was only excited because they're Americans, and it's a novelty. Prince Edward's coming to campus.
Spencer, personally, spent more time being curious why the guy would come here out of all his options. He could understand wanting to get away from the craziness that is the British Royal Family and all the duties that come with that. Prince Edward's mother, the Countess of York, is American. Spencer remembers his mother's magazines growing up, occasionally featuring the family on one of their frequent vacations to the States.
So coming to America for college wasn't too strange. But the University of California? It seemed so...uncouth. Shouldn't a prince be going some place like Harvard, or Brown, or Princeton? Really, that's all the thought he gave the matter.
After a few months the clamor died down. No one every actually seemed to have met Prince Edward—for a while Ryan was suspicious of every dude with a British accent, but eventually he dismissed the whole thing as a rumour.
There's this weird kid in Spencer's History of Music class, Brendon. He's good-looking, but dresses like someone else did it for him the rest of his life and he's just trying it out for himself for the first time—these big red framed glasses, skinny ties and vests with t-shirts, lavender hoodies with glittery rainbow jeans, paisley cowboy shirts with cravats—Ryan would probably fall in love at first sight.
Brendon has way more energy then one person ever should, always bouncing his foot and tapping his pen against his notebook, and talking a million miles an hour. And he talks a lot. He's sort of stupid smart, always has his hand in the air with the right answer to the prof's questions.
The thing is, Spencer loves making music and learning about music theory, but this history shit is sort of impossible to keep straight, especially when Professor Glenn tells them on the first test he'll be playing selections from the pieces they've been studying and they have to write the composer and the date and all this other information about it, and Spencer has a minor panic attack, because there's no way he can keep all these different pieces straight.
Everyone knows Brendon's acing the class, so it's a no-brainer to ask for his help. Spencer waits around after class on Thursday, when everyone else is filing out and Brendon's still lingering up near Professor Glenn's class discussing Brahms influence on Elgar.
Spencer calls Brendon's name and falls into step alongside him when he starts down the hall. Brendon smiles side-long at him in a curious sort of way. “Hey,” Spencer says, “I'm Spencer.”
“I know,” Brendon says. “What's up?”
“I'm sort of freaking out about this test,” Spencer says, shoulders slumping. “I, uh. I couldn't help but notice that you seem to know your shit--” Brendon snorts in laughter and Spencer can't explain it, but it makes him feel self-conscious. He rubs the back of his neck and looks away. “I know you probably don't need to study, but if you're going to, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind some company.”
Brendon's got this pensive expression on his face, when Spencer chances a look. “I have a prior engagement this evening,” Brendon says, in that strangely formal tone he has sometimes, “but if you wanted, I have tomorrow afternoon free?”
“Yeah?” Spencer says. “I have German until one.”
“We could meet at the student union at one-thirty,” Brendon suggests. He glances down the front steps, squinting against the late afternoon sun. “I've gotta run.”
There's a shiny black car down at the street, motor running, and when Brendon gets close, the driver gets out, dressed in a suit, and opens the back door. Brendon tosses Spencer a wave before disappearing inside. It's strange, but everything about Brendon is strange.
Brendon's waiting when Spencer gets to the student union, having claimed a table near the window on the second floor. It's quieter than the common areas on the ground and first floors, with just a little traffic of people heading to offices. He's got a laptop with him and his notes with their neat handwriting and helpful highlights.
“I made a copy for you,” Brendon says, passing Spencer a binder. “I went through Professor Glenn's study guide and starred all the things that are probably going to be on the test.”
Spencer flips through the notes in amazement. He thought he did a pretty decent job of keeping up in class, but Brendon could turn these into a goddamn textbook. “I was mostly worried about the listening part.”
“Oh,” Brendon says, opening up his computer. He flashes Spencer a smile that Spencer automatically has to return. “I downloaded the pieces we listened to in class. I thought we could listen to the selections that are most likely to show up on the test.”
“You're kind of awesome,” Spencer says fervently, and Brendon blushes and bites his bottom lip. And Spencer's always noticed that Brendon is hot, but now he's taking time to appreciate all the different parts of the whole, up close.
They share Brendon's earbuds to listen to the selections a few times while looking over the notes, then Brendon starts quizzing Spencer on them. It takes forever, but by the time their stomachs start growling, Spencer feels mostly confident about the listening part of the test.
“Let me take you out to pay you back,” Spencer says, while Brendon's packing up his things.
Brendon looks hesitant and Spencer thinks about how every time he's seen Brendon on campus, he's been alone, and Spencer wonders about that car the other day. Finally Brendon nods and says, “I can—I'll have to make a call--”
“If you've already got plans, it's no big deal,” Spencer says. He really doesn't want Brendon to have other plans.
“No,” Brendon says quickly. “No. Dinner sounds lovely.”
Sounds lovely. It's probably ridiculous, that Spencer finds Brendon's weirdness charming.
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(Anonymous) 2011-05-01 10:09 am (UTC)(link)“Never had Chinese before?” Spencer teases.
“Of course I have,” Brendon says, but he's blushing again, and Spencer wants to see what else he can do to get that reaction. “Just never in place with such...character.”
“Sorry,” Spencer says, because Brendon has a driver and Spencer is lucky that his parents still give him an allowance on top of tuition.
“Oh,” Brendon says. He reaches out and lays his hand over Spencer's wrist for just a second. “No, I didn't mean—this place is awesome. When I moved to California, I said I was going to come to places like this, experience new things. And then I...didn't.”
“Where'd you live before?” Spencer asks. It drives him crazy that he can't place Brendon's accent.
Brendon doesn't answer for a minute, taking time to chew his food, and it really takes longer than it should. Spencer wonders if he should just change the subject, but Brendon swallows and clears his throat. “My family is from Berkshire,” Brendon says, and then clarifies, “England.”
“Wow, California must be a huge difference. How long is the exchange program?”
Brendon shrugs and puts down his chopsticks. “I don't know. My family. It's sort of hard to explain. They thought maybe I would benefit from some time away from home.”
“About as far as you can get away,” Spencer says, sort of unthinking, and wants to kick himself a second later.
“Yeah,” Brendon says, and he looks miserable. Spencer feels like the world's biggest dick. Before he can apologise, Brendon puts on a sunny smile. “But I mostly really like it here. The weather is gorgeous--I wanted to try my hand at surfing sometime.”
“Hey, I surf,” Spencer says, and when Brendon smiles at him, it looks less forced. “Look, you wanna—I know it's Friday and you probably have other plans, but I live a couple blocks from here, if you wanted to come over. I've got some beer in the fridge, we could eat there.”
It sounds weird, Spencer knows it does. If he was Brendon, he's not sure he'd agree to it. But Brendon bites his bottom lip again--fuck, that's gonna get Spencer in trouble—and nods his head in agreement.
Brendon makes another call while Spencer's getting Styrofoam boxes for their food and meets Spencer at the door with his widest smile yet. “I'm all yours,” he says, and Spencer swallows hard.
Brendon spends the first several minutes upon entering Spencer and Ryan's apartment studying every piece of furniture and knick-knack with a strange intensity. “Is this your brother?” Brendon asks, gesturing to the photos of Spencer and Ryan scattered across the bookshelf.
Spencer laughs. “Uh, no.”
“Oh,” Brendon says. He looks uncomfortable and grasps his hands behind his back. “Your boyfriend?”
Spencer laughs again, unable to help himself, even at the expression on Brendon's face. “You were closer the first time,” he says. “Ryan and I have been best friends forever. We rent this place together.”
“That sounds nice,” Brendon says, sort of wistfully.
Spencer gets them both beers and they finish their dinner of the sofa, watching Scrubs reruns. Brendon's delighted by the show and Spencer's sort of stupidly proud of showing it to him. He spends more time watching Brendon's reaction than the television, but Brendon's face is so expressive, and after he's finished his second beer, his laughter is more natural, and honest, and Spencer's had a couple beers, too. He can't help it.
They're somewhere around the third episode when Spencer's arm, stretched along the back of the couch, gets a mind of it's own, fingers brushing the tips Brendon's hair. Brendon glances at him out of the corner of his eye for just a second, before looking back at the television.
Spencer's pretty good at reading signals, and that is most definitely not a no. He lets his fingers trail lower, along the bare skin above the neckline of Brendon's ridiculous pink and purple plaid button-down. Brendon shivers and sets his beer on the coffee table, and his next laugh sounds forced and breathless.
“Can I kiss you?” Spencer asks, leaning in just a little, knee braced to push away or push closer depending on the answer.
Brendon lets out a shaky breath, looking straight ahead, and nods. Spencer palms Brendon's cheek, turning his face, and closes the space between them, letting his lips just brush Brendon's twice. When he draws back, Brendon's eyes are closed and his brow furrowed, like he's disappointed.
Spencer licks his lips and leans in again, presses their mouths together harder, tilts his head so their fitted just right. Brendon makes a soft sound. His hands come up, one curling in the front of Spencer's shirt, the other holding him by the arm.
It isn't until Spencer licks along the seam of Brendon's lips and Brendon responds, hesitant and clumsy, that Spencer realises this is Brendon's first kiss. He pulls away and Brendon blinks at him, full-mouthed and vaguely dazed.
“Did I do something wrong?” Brendon asks. His fingers clench gently against Spencer's arm and relax.
“Is this okay?” Spencer says. “I don't wanna--”
“No!” Brendon says. “It's okay. I want.” He blushes and ducks his head. “The other day, when you came up to me after class, I was trying so hard to play it cool. I've been trying to work up the courage to talk to you since the first day of class.”
“Me?” Spencer says, because Brendon's sort of gorgeous and Spencer's just....Spencer.
Brendon smiles and reaches out, brushing some hair out of Spencer's eyes. “Can we—I can do better, if you give me a chance.”
Spencer doesn't know how to respond to that, other than by kissing Brendon again. Brendon does get better. Improves by leaps and bounds, and in a relatively short time, each kiss hotter and slicker than the last, until Spencer isn't feeling like the confident teacher anymore, but more like a horny teenager making out for the first time.
Brendon only lets him pull away reluctantly, leaning back against the sofa looking like a fucking wet dream—mouth swollen, hair mused, cheeks flushed, his erection tenting the front of his jeans. “What'd I do?” he asks, sort of absently. He's watching Spencer like he's about to pounce.
“Nothing, but,” Spencer has to pause and take a centering breath. “I just. I got the impression that was your first kiss.”
“Yeah,” Brendon says. He sounds stubborn. “There weren't a lot of people my age around, growing up. So?”
“Just—Brendon, I really like you, but we just started hanging out, and if we keep going right now...” Spencer trails off.
“Oh,” Brendon says. The stubbornness melts instantly, replaced with embarrassment.
“Hey,” Spencer says. He touches Brendon's cheek because he can't help himself. “I really do like you, Brendon.”
It doesn't make that sort of ashamed expression on Brendon's face fade, and Spencer leans in to kiss him, soft and slow. He tries to keep the urgency from before out of it, but he's pretty sure he fails miserably, because they're both panting when they part.
“Let me take you out tomorrow,” Spencer says. “On a date. Movies, dinner, whatever you want.”
Brendon looks hesitant. “The University Chamber Chorus is performing tomorrow. It's a free show.”
Spencer rolls his eyes. “That's hardly me taking you out,” he says, but he lays his hand over Brendon's to show he's teasing. “But it sounds like fun.”
Brendon glances away from Spencer, and back again, and finally leans in, kissing him quickly. “And then we can...we can keep doing this, right?”
“Yeah,” Spencer says breathlessly. He's mostly positive that he couldn't stop if he tried.
Dating Brendon is an entirely new experience for Spencer. He's known he's into guys as well as girls for a long time, but he's never dated another guy. So he can't say if it's because Brendon's a dude, or if it's just because he's Brendon, but whichever way, it's so much easier and more fun.
It turns out Brendon's a Music major, and even though he's in undergrad he's taking some composition and ethnomusicology classes, too. He's fairly busy with his regular classes as well as his jazz, symphony, and chorus rehearsals, but Spencer doesn't mind doing his homework hanging out in the back of rehearsal, listening. It's sort of cool, actually.
They both love music, and while Spencer's never much considered himself a fan of classical stuff, he's open-minded. Brendon drags him to all the free concerts on campus, and in turn, Spencer drags Brendon to all Ryan's friend's concert's off-campus—indie, rock, pop, whatever. Brendon loves all of them, no matter how small or strange, and his enthusiasm wins Ryan over pretty quickly.
Before the cold weather has a chance to settle in for good, Spencer takes Brendon to the beach for a few beginner surfing lessons. Brendon, Spencer is starting to learn, is just good at everything and he picks up surfing with ease. Autumn is mostly on them, but Brendon talks about the Spring like it's just a given that they'll still be dating then, and it makes Spencer's stomach flip to hear.
Sometimes Spencer brings up going into San Francisco. Brendon hasn't really been, and he talks about seeing the sites, but whenever Spencer actually suggests doing it, Brendon gets weird and they always end up staying in, instead. Brendon can be weird about crowds, always looking around himself sort of warily, and Spencer figures he's maybe a little agoraphobic, and doesn't push it.
Staying in with Brendon is no hardship, anyway. Brendon has never invited Spencer to his place, but he spends most of his free time at Spencer and Ryan's. They like to cuddle up on the couch with movies and take-out, and they usually end up missing most of whatever is on the television, too busy making out.
And it's a little weird, because Brendon obviously wants to do more, but the last time Spencer had sex with a virgin, he was a virgin, too, and it feels so fast. He's always the one pulling away, making excuses, trying to get himself under control, which isn't precisely easy when Brendon's all over him, saying, “No, really, Spencer, I'm ready.”
The thing is, Spencer doesn't disbelieve him, but Spencer's not sure he's ready. The thing is, Spencer's sort of crazy about Brendon already, and doesn't want to fuck it up.
Fill: The Prince and Me (Spencer/Brendon) 3/?
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