angelsandkings | ALL TOGETHER NOW! (V. 2) A bandom comment fic meme!

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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.

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They go to dinner at a little Chinese place near campus. It's a hole in the wall, but it has the best pad thai Spencer's ever had, and it's cheap. Brendon looks bemused by it, and stands at the counter for a full ten minutes, staring at the menu, before finally just ordering the same thing as Spencer.

“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.

It's late and they're both tipsy. Ryan kept sneaking them drinks at the bar, and no one was bothering to police who he was giving them to. Brendon likes to give haughty speeches when he's drunk, about how in his country he's been legal for two years, and no one cares anyway—his family's served him alcohol since he was thirteen.

Spencer finds it adorable, but Ryan mostly rolls his eyes. (Ryan isn't still entirely convinced that Brendon's actually British. Claims the accent is suspect. He has this theory that Brendon ran away from his crazy religious family in Utah, or something.)

They come stumbling out of the bar and Brendon's driver is there waiting. He's always hanging around, whether he actually drives Brendon anywhere or not. Mostly Spencer tries to ignore it, but sometimes it's a little creepy. When he's asked, Brendon's just hand-waved about his over-protective family keeping an eye on him. Spencer thinks it's a little strange that his family would send him thousands of miles away and still need to keep an eye on him.

“It's only a few blocks, we can walk. I'm spending the night at Spence's,” Brendon tells the guy, which? Okay, Spencer doesn't have a problem with, exactly. It's just, they haven't really talked about it, and also, Spencer isn't entirely comfortable with this dude knowing his business. But the guy just nods and gets back in the car.

Brendon hooks his arm through Spencer's, dragging him along the sidewalk. Ryan's lingering inside with Z and Alex, and Spencer's fairly certain Ryan won't be coming home tonight. Normally he doesn't have an opinion one way or another about Ryan's habit of sleeping over, but right now, he's totally down with it.

“Gonna tell me no again?” Brendon asks, face pushed in Spencer's neck while Spencer unlocks the apartment door.

Spencer pauses to turn his head, catching Brendon's mouth in a slow kiss. “No,” he says.

Brendon follows him inside and stands by the door, hands thrust in his hoodie pockets. He looks uncertain, like he hadn't been expecting Spencer to agree. “Spence,” he says. “I need to tell you. I haven't been entirely honest.”

Spencer tosses his jacket over the back of the couch and pulls Brendon close by the hips. Brendon's arms automatically come up around Spencer's shoulders. “Oh?” Spencer asks, his tone teasing.

But Brendon looks uncomfortable, and he's holding himself stiff. “What is it?” Spencer asks, concerned.

“I don't want this to be some fling,” Brendon says, sudden and fierce. “I can't do that.”

Spencer shakes his head. “I didn't think that,” he says. He waits, can tell that Brendon has more to say, but Brendon is struggling with it, opening and closing his mouth twice before he stops. “You can tell me,” Spencer says.

“I know,” Brendon says. “I think I—I know I love you, Spencer.”

Spencer can hardly breathe around his heart stuck in his throat, but he finds himself smiling in relief. “Is that it?” Brendon draws a breath to answer, but Spencer says, “I love you too, Brendon,” first. He leans in, tilting Brendon's head back with a hand in his hair, and kisses him.

Spencer honestly doesn't remember the trip to the bedroom. He sort of wishes he hadn't had that last drink at the bar, because what he does remember is hazy. Brendon's fingers trembling as they undid the buttons on Spencer's shirt, Brendon's mouth hot and slick on Spencer's throat. He remembers how perfect Brendon's skin looked in the light from the streetlamp, and how Brendon arched off the mattress whenever Spencer touched him just right.

He remembers Brendon's gasp when Spencer finally wrapped his hand around Brendon's cock, how Brendon shuddered into to it, clinging to Spencer and kissing him like he never wanted it to end. Brendon came with this sort of desperate cry that Spencer can't forget when they're lying together after. Brendon pressed close, skin sweat-damp against Spencer's, and it should have been uncomfortable—it was uncomfortable—but Spencer didn't ever want to move.