Cover-Up
Jon/Spencer (Ryan/Brendon) ~ PG ~ Fiction
It takes Jon a while to figure it out, but it's not like he was expecting it or anything. He doesn't know who could have been.
"Spencer," he says finally, watching Brendon skip down the sidewalk with Ryan's hand in his, Zack following behind them like a tolerant chaperone, "Are they fronting for us?"
Spencer looks innocent and uncomprehending. Jon doesn't believe it for a minute, but Spencer's hair is sticking up in tufts and it's pretty adorable anyway.
"They are, aren't they?" Jon confirms. "They're making a production out of hanging out together to take the heat off us."
"Brendon makes a production out of everything," Spencer points out. He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear and Jon has to resist the urge to lick him. Even Ryan and Brendon probably couldn't cover for that.
"But seriously," Jon presses. "The hand-holding, the goofy looks, the prom night poses for publicity shots..."
Spencer has the grace to look embarrassed. "It was Brendon's idea," he says. "He didn't want us to feel pressured by the media or the fans or anything."
Jon feels like he owes Brendon a Red Bull or two. Maybe even a venti latte the next time they allow him to have Starbucks. "And Ryan doesn't mind?" he asks, watching their bandmates run smack into a cluster of fans and Brendon's arm wrap automatically around Ryan's waist while they start signing things.
Spencer looks even more embarrassed. The tips of his ears actually turn pink. Jon is reconsidering testing Ryan and Brendon's powers of distraction in light of how adorable Spencer is when he blushes.
"Ryan is sort of encouraging it," Spencer admits, and Jon's eyes widen. Oh. Oh.
"Does Brendon know?" Jon asks, and Spencer hesitates, then shakes his head.
Brendon is currently nuzzling Ryan's neck while Ryan pretends not to notice him and says something to a girl only slightly shorter than he is. Jon doesn't think Brendon would mind all that much.
"Hey. You're not complaining, are you?" Spencer asks. His pinkie finger is brushing Jon's wrist, one of their signals for stealing a kiss they can't have in public.
Jon has seen enough pictures and video clips (who knew the camera was running that early?) to personally believe that while Brendon and Ryan may be more obvious, it's hard to miss the way Spencer looks at him and smiles. He's not telling Spencer, though. Jon isn't going to risk losing a single one of those smiles.
He's getting a similar look right now, slightly apprehensive but hopeful, so he returns it with a smile. His shoulder bumps Spencer's, another signal, and they both know what it means. "Not at all."
It takes Jon a while to figure it out, but it's not like he was expecting it or anything. He doesn't know who could have been.
"Spencer," he says finally, watching Brendon skip down the sidewalk with Ryan's hand in his, Zack following behind them like a tolerant chaperone, "Are they fronting for us?"
Spencer looks innocent and uncomprehending. Jon doesn't believe it for a minute, but Spencer's hair is sticking up in tufts and it's pretty adorable anyway.
"They are, aren't they?" Jon confirms. "They're making a production out of hanging out together to take the heat off us."
"Brendon makes a production out of everything," Spencer points out. He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear and Jon has to resist the urge to lick him. Even Ryan and Brendon probably couldn't cover for that.
"But seriously," Jon presses. "The hand-holding, the goofy looks, the prom night poses for publicity shots..."
Spencer has the grace to look embarrassed. "It was Brendon's idea," he says. "He didn't want us to feel pressured by the media or the fans or anything."
Jon feels like he owes Brendon a Red Bull or two. Maybe even a venti latte the next time they allow him to have Starbucks. "And Ryan doesn't mind?" he asks, watching their bandmates run smack into a cluster of fans and Brendon's arm wrap automatically around Ryan's waist while they start signing things.
Spencer looks even more embarrassed. The tips of his ears actually turn pink. Jon is reconsidering testing Ryan and Brendon's powers of distraction in light of how adorable Spencer is when he blushes.
"Ryan is sort of encouraging it," Spencer admits, and Jon's eyes widen. Oh. Oh.
"Does Brendon know?" Jon asks, and Spencer hesitates, then shakes his head.
Brendon is currently nuzzling Ryan's neck while Ryan pretends not to notice him and says something to a girl only slightly shorter than he is. Jon doesn't think Brendon would mind all that much.
"Hey. You're not complaining, are you?" Spencer asks. His pinkie finger is brushing Jon's wrist, one of their signals for stealing a kiss they can't have in public.
Jon has seen enough pictures and video clips (who knew the camera was running that early?) to personally believe that while Brendon and Ryan may be more obvious, it's hard to miss the way Spencer looks at him and smiles. He's not telling Spencer, though. Jon isn't going to risk losing a single one of those smiles.
He's getting a similar look right now, slightly apprehensive but hopeful, so he returns it with a smile. His shoulder bumps Spencer's, another signal, and they both know what it means. "Not at all."