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!

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"Look, it's just for a week, okay? Christ, I'm not asking for the moon here." Brendon knows his irritation isn't fair, but Jesus, it's not like he's diseased. Spencer can stand to touch him for a week. They're practically glued at the hip anyway, what's the difference?

"Find someone else," Spencer says, tightly. "Your little charade does not require my assistance."

"It's not a charade," Brendon says, and it feels like the fourteenth time he's explained this. "It's important. We are fighting back."

"They gave in, dude. They're letting Pete and Mikey go together. It's over."

Brendon crosses his arms, looks away. "It's—you don't get it," he says, blows out a breath. "It's not enough for them to give in. They don't get to be hateful and wrong and—wrong, and just have us forgive them."

"We could just go together," Spencer says. "We can go as buds. I'll even get you a corsage or whatever, if that's what you want."

"That doesn't count!" Brendon doesn't get why Spencer can't see this, can't see why they need to be seen and heard and believed if they're going to stand up for the right thing. "If Pete and Mikey were just buds, they would have let them buy tickets together in the first place. They don't care about buds, they care about the big scary gays."

Spencer tips his head back against the wall, and Brendon knows him well enough to know that means he's giving in. "Fine," he says. "I think you're—I don't think this is a good idea, but fine."

Brendon wants to ask what's so bad about it, but he's just done with this whole conversation. "Good," he says instead, and then, "I'm gonna be the best boyfriend you've ever had, Spencer Smith."

"Only boyfriend," Spencer mutters, but Brendon pretends not to hear him.

***

Brendon has to say, this pretend-boyfriend thing is pretty awesome. He'll take credit for this idea any time.

For one thing, it gives him way more license to hang all over Spencer. "You're all strong, Spencer," he says, clinging to his back and letting his knees buckle until Spencer's forced to hold him up.

"God, you're like a monkey," Spencer says, but he reaches up to Brendon's shoulders to haul him a little higher.

"An awesome monkey made of pure monkey awesomeness," Brendon agrees. Hanging off of Spencer makes him even cheerier than normal. It's like Spencer reflects all his cheery energy right back at him.

"A heavy monkey made of bricks," Spencer retorts, and peels Brendon's arms off. "I don't think being your fake boyfriend means I have to injure my drumming muscles for you, dude."

"Hey, ixnay on the ake-fay," Brendon whispers, getting close to Spencer's ear. Spencer pushes Brendon away, and then sighs and picks up his hand instead.

"Let's quit it with the heavy lifting for now." Spencer's hand is warm, and Brendon supposes that's almost as good as a half-piggyback ride. Brendon kind of wants to hold Spencer’s hand all week. Maybe Ryan can just take all of his guitar parts. Though it'll be hard for Spencer to play the drums while holding Brendon's hand.

"Do you think you could learn to hold a drumstick in your teeth and drum that way?" Brendon decides it's stupid as he's saying it, but whatever.

"I think I could learn to break my jaw that way," Spencer says. "You know, with practice."

"All the way to Carnegie Hall," Brendon says, and then, "So you haven't actually asked me to prom yet."

"Why do I have to ask?" Spencer sounds affronted. "It was your idea."

"Because," Brendon says. "It's just better that way."

"Why do I even put up with you," Spencer says, but he's grinning now. "Wait, is it because you've been dreaming of this day since you were a little girl?"

"Dick."

"You and your sisters, sitting around thinking about the day some boy would ask you to prom, and how you'd dance together, and what dress you'd wear--"

"Holy shit," Brendon says. "Holy shit, I should wear a dress."

"... that did not go the way I wanted that to go." Spencer's still smiling, though, corner of his mouth quirked as if he can't help but enjoy Brendon. At least Brendon chooses to interpret it that way.

"Okay, no dress. But damn right you're getting me a corsage, Spencer Smith. Don't think I'm putting out without one."

“Right,” Spencer says. “So, how about those Knicks?”

***

“Does it seem weird to you that no one has said anything yet?” Brendon feels a little put out, to be honest. He’s been all over Spencer for three days now, and nobody’s even done a double-take.

“Maybe our school is less hateful than you think,” Spencer says.

“The administration are definitely as hateful as I think,” Brendon says. “The kids are okay. But you’d think they’d at least be talking about it or something.”

“Maybe they are and you’re not in on the gossip.”

Brendon is not down with that. He snags a passing sophomore. “Travie, my man!”

The kid looks back at him, nonplussed. “Yeah?”

“What’s the buzz on the ground? You hang with Gabe—what’s he saying about us?” Brendon’s kind of shaking the kid’s shoulder, and he makes himself let go.

“Dude, I have no idea what you’re asking me,” Travie says. “About you what?”

“About us dating!” Brendon says. “You know Spencer asked me to prom.”

“Yeah?” Travie says, and he cocks his head. “Well, I mean, duh, right?”

“Oh my god,” Spencer says, and puts his hand over his face.

“Well, now I don’t get it.” Brendon doesn’t like being last to the party.

“Brendon. They thought we were already dating.” Spencer’s chagrin is kind of epic. Like, epic enough that Brendon remembered the word “chagrin.” He feels pretty proud of himself for that, except, wait—

“Um, what?” He grasps Travie again and pulls him in closer. Travie just sort of looks back at him, unflustered. “Wait, you thought we were already dating? For how long?”

“I dunno, man. Forever. Like, you were all chasin’ each other on the playground in elementary school.”

“What about Ryan?” Brendon says, all too aware his voice sounds shrill. “If anyone was chasing Spencer, it was definitely Ryan.”

Spencer looks a little grossed out. “We’re like brothers,” he says. “Brendon. Do not be disgusting.”

“Dude,” Travie laughs. “You’ve met Ryan, right? Guy’s so straight he makes rulers look bendy.”

“Well,” Brendon admits, “okay, yeah.” Ryan’s, like, ridiculously straight. Just his closet isn’t.

“Anyway, so Gabe thinks we’re already dating.” Brendon’s impatient for the rest of this weirdness to come out, now. “Since forever, basically.”

“Everyone does.” Travie’s grinning at them. “Shit, I thought you were basically married already.”

“This explains so much about my dating life,” Spencer says.

“Um, what about mine!” Brendon can’t even process this. “Oh my god, that time William called me a homewrecker!”

Spencer turns around to face him. “Wait, what?”

Oh, shit. “I mean William-anda? Um, with the—” he holds his hands out in front of his chest to convey boobs. Girl boobs. Boobs that someone Brendon would hit on would have.

“You’re gay,” Spencer says, and he’s—hurt, he’s hurt. Behind him, Travie pulls an awkward-turtle face and jets.

“Yeah,” Brendon says. This is all suddenly way less funny. “Yeah.” He kicks at the hallway floor, for lack of anything else to do. The bell’s ringing, everyone cleared out of the hall into their classes.

“Okay,” Spencer says. “Well—I wish you’d told me.”

“I haven’t told anyone,” Brendon says, quiet.

“Except William, apparently.” Spencer bites off the words.

“That was—I didn’t—Spence,” Brendon says. “I just wanted to know what it would be like. My parents think—I wanted to be sure. But he didn’t want to, you know. Help.”

“Shit,” Spencer says.

“Yeah.” Brendon wants to sink down against the lockers, but there’ll be someone coming through to give them detention any minute. “We should get to Bio.”

“No.” Spencer’s voice is fierce. “No, we should—we should ditch.”

Brendon doesn’t know where this is going, but he’s pretty much always willing to try things out if Spencer wants him to. “Okay,” he says. “Let’s go.”

***

They hit the park by Spencer’s house. This time of the afternoon it’s deserted, all the little kids napping and all the big ones at school. Brendon runs for the swings, settles himself down and starts twirling.

“You’re gonna make yourself sick again,” Spencer says, sitting in the next swing.

“I’m building up a tolerance.” Brendon totally is, too. He can go like a minute longer now than he used to be able to. Although—maybe he should stop before his limit, today. His stomach already feels a little funny from having Spencer maybe mad at him.

“Why William?” Spencer says, soft.

Brendon wasn’t expecting that, and he cocks his head, thinks about it. “He seemed pretty gay,” he says, finally. “I thought maybe I had a shot.”

“That’s it? You didn’t, like. Really want to make out with him?”

“Maybe,” Brendon says. “I don’t know. He’s pretty and all.”

“Yeah,” Spencer says, voice weird. He’s looking away, now, and Brendon doesn’t know what he said wrong but he wants to fix it.

“Spence.” Spencer doesn’t turn around. “Hey, Spencer.”

“Yeah,” Spencer says.

“William wasn’t my first choice, or anything.” Brendon’s—Brendon’s scared, but—but he thinks, maybe. Maybe.

Spencer grunts, and Brendon takes that as an invitation. “Spencer, I haven’t kissed a boy.” Another grunt. Spencer’s curled forward on his elbows, hands dangling between his knees, swaying gently with his feet off the ground. “I—want to. I want to kiss you, if you—if you want me to.”

Spencer looks up. “As an experiment?”

“No,” Brendon says, honestly. “No, I already know how I feel about you.”

“Okay,” Spencer says.

“Okay like—” Brendon wants this to be very, very clear.

“Okay like okay. Yes. You can—you know.”

“Kiss you.” Brendon waits for Spencer’s jerky nod, and then he leans in, chain digging into his torso, and puts his lips on Spencer’s.

“Mm!” Spencer says, as Brendon loses his footing and goes swinging back the other way, twisting and laughing with it.

Brendon leaps off his swing and steps in front of Spencer’s, grasps Spencer’s hands to pull him up. “Maybe not on the swings,” he says. “I think that’s advanced level.”

“Lots of practice,” Spencer says.

“Carnegie Hall,” Brendon agrees, and kisses him.

***

“Nice corsage,” Gabe says when Brendon passes him en route to the punchbowl. It’s always hard to tell whether Gabe is kidding or not, but Brendon prefers to take everything as a compliment.

“My boyfriend has great taste,” he says, grinning. Gabe grins back.

“Finally admitting to it, huh?” Gabe says, patting him on the back. “I should have been running a pool on that.”

“Yeah,” Brendon says, and glances across the dance floor to where Spencer and Ryan are making fun of the decorations. Spencer’s wearing his only suit and an awesome purple tie, and the corsage Brendon got him because fair’s fair. He looks like—like Spencer, like the best boy in the world. “Yeah, we’re finally admitting it.”

Oh. Oh. I can't even begin to choose a favorite part of this. It's so charming, and awkward and high school and amazing, I am seriously blown away. The moment when it comes out that everyone already thinks they're dating--I can't even. ♥_____♥

This is ALL OF MY FAVORITE THINGS. \o/

You just made my NIGHT. Look, here are my hearteyes for this fill ---> ♥____♥ I giggled SO MUCH and awww this is just pretty much perfect, I laughed and my heart clenched and everything! BDENNNN!