I tried to make us seem less Californian and it was a no go.
“Brendon HIGH OH MY GOD. I would cry of joy.”
“I keep imagining him all relaxed and fluid and probably the most tactile high person ever. Like Spencer gets up to go to bathroom or something and Brendon's like don't leave meeee! I'm cold! I need human warmth!”
And Spencer, being the smiley happy high person that he is, is all "okay two options: you come with me or I don't leave I guess" and Brendon ends up accompanying him to the bathroom.
THEN THEY END UP HOTBOXING THE BATHROOM, RIGHT? and they end up on the floor, giggling and lying against the wall with every part of their bodies touching. Brendon's like "I'm so. I'm so comfortable. Right now." And Spencer's like, yeah. And then he plays down the edges of Brendon's fingers and says yeah, like a bunch of times, because it's so true, okay? It is so true! Yeah. It's true.
Except Brendon can't stop laughing so he can't actually attach every molecule of his body to Spencer's which would totally be even more comfortable because, dude, Spencer's molecules are squishing and fucking awesome. They smell good too. Kind of like...well, like Spencer actually, which is neat. And he's just like "No, no Spence. Spence you gotta like. Like, fucking hold still, okay? I want to. I want to smell your molecules!" and Spencer just nods like this makes total sense and he tries to hold still and Brendon sticks his nose in Spencer's ear and inhales. He kind of ends up hyperventilating actually.
Spencer's like "molecules? like, molecules? yeah." He is just in like, so much agreement. Except Brendon ends up hyperventilating in his ear and it's kind of loud, so he just sort of pushes Brendon away and ends up falling on his chest, hands clutching the fabric. And he looks up at Brendon and he's like "you're so loud. you breathe so loud, Brendon." and he breathes in the fabric loudly to emphasize how loud Brendon is. Except that's right over Brendon's heart, which he can sorta hear, and he's like whoa, is that gonna give him heart palpitations? Whoa. That would be bad. So he breathes again, really loud and wet and right over Brendon's heart to like, right the universe and hopefully stop Bden from palpitating.
And Brendon's like "hey hey, are you sure that's going to work?" because Spencer has apparently said all of that out loud.
"Oops," he says. He looks up and Brendon is like right. There. And dude, his eyebrows are so weird.
"Did you know that?" Spencer asks, and Brendon's all "what? what?" because apparently that part he didn't say out loud. So Spencer repeats himself, and he feels kind of like he's zooming in on Brendon's eyebrows. Then Brendon says "Hey, dude, your breath is funny" and Spencer realizes his face is like a millimeter away from Brendon's eyebrows.
"Sorry" he says sort of quietly. He looks down, looking at Brendon in the eye.
"I think you are going to live," he says. "I think. Sorry. I don't think you will die of a heart murmur."
Brendon shifts and he might be making his interested face except Spencer can't tell because they're so close. "Murmur," says Brendon. "I die with a murmur."
"You won't die," says Spencer and he pulls away to see if Brendon really is making his interested face, but he's so boneless at this point that pulling away is just moving closer until he can't so he just closes his eyes, leans his forehead against Brendon's and nods.
Brendon nods along, and his breath, Spencer imagines he can see Brendon's breath if he opened his eyes, and their combined exhalations are mixing together. Spencer pauses to wonder what color they would be together. Brendon's always seems to be pink like cotton candy or the Pixie Stix he's always sneaking.
"You should cut down on the pixie stix," he says almost mindlessly, because Spencer's mom is always reminding them all not to each too much candy and to brush their teeth. The least Spencer can do is pass it on, right?
"What?" Brendon asks, and usually Brendon is loud, fucking loud like trumpets only this time his voice comes out quiet even though he's up closer to Spencer's face--and more importantly his ears--than he usually is.
"The Pixie Stix," Spencer repeats. "You're gonna rot your teeth and then. Then no girl's gonna want to make out with you, man. Seriously."
"'S okay," says Brendon and he breathes against Spencer, pink and warm, stale weed-soaked air that Spencer sucks back in. "'S okay if my teeth rot because."
And then he pauses, and he shifts away suddenly, so that Spencer falls back onto his chest, head knocking with an echo (he thinks) against Brendon's chest.
"Oh my god," says Brendon above him. "Your molecules. They just. Oh my god, they just went crazy." He puts a hand on Spencer's forehead, marvelling."Wow!"
"You might be empty," says Spencer, knocking his head against Brendon's ribcage and frowning, listening for the echo. Brendon ignores him and taps his head. "Crazy. So crazy."
"Hey dude, I think you're missing, like, your internal organs, here," Spencer says, trying to inform Brendon of the gravity of the situation. "I think they're gone--no wait, wait, there's your heart. Okay, we're out of the woods."
Brendon heaves a huge sigh. "I was worried for a second," he confides. "Hey, I think your molecules are trying to talk to me. Like, look--no I guess you can't. But seriously, hold still for a second." And without further warning, he ducks his head forward and tucks it against Spencer's neck, so close that his eyelashes are brushing Spencer's neck. Spencer freezes, trying to hold as still as possible because seriously, what if they're about to discover sentient life on his skin? That would be fucking sick.
After a moment, Spencer whispers reverently. "What are they saying?"
"Shh." Brendon presses closer.
Spencer tells his heart to stop because it's making too much noise. But Spencer's organs have never, ever listened to him before and his heart doesn't break precedence now.
Brendon whispers something unintelligible into Spencer's neck and kisses the muscle there. "It's okay," he says to Spencer's jawline. "I think I've got the situation under control."
"There was a situation?" Spencer is worried.
"There was," says Brendon and he inclines his head towards Spencer's neck, listening. He kisses his collarbone. "But I've got it under control." He pats Spencer's stomach. "I think you're gonna make it."
That's a relief," Spencer admits. "Hey, hold on, c'mere."
Brendon looks up at him and dude, his pupils are so big, it's fucking scary. "So what do I get?"
"What?" Spencer wishes Brendon's eyelashes weren't so long, maybe he wouldn't get all distracted by counting the photons bouncing off of them.
"For saving you from organ disappearance," Brendon finishes. "What do I get?"
Spencer tries to waggle his eyebrows but his head is tilting too, so he figures he messed it up. "What do you want?"
Brendon giggles.
"I want," says Brendon and he pauses. "I want." He grins and blinks and Spencer breathes, stuck. He nods, agreeing. Brendon says, "I want your molecules."
"What."
"They're my friends," says Brendon and he pushes his face back into Spencer's neck. "Friends."
"I'm your friend," says Spencer. "I'm totally your friend, I'm a better friend then my molecules." He blinks, eyes watering.
Brendon mumbles into Spencer's throat and Spencer wonders what it feels like, his vocal cords moving against Brendon's lips. Parts of the human voice pressed against each other. Spencer squints at the top of Brendon's head and stretches his neck back, yawning. Brendon starts at the sensation and Spencer grins.
Spencer's hands have somehow gotten away from him and when he pays attention to them again, they are buried in Brendon's hair, stroking slowly at his scalp. Brendon's back is arched and his head is twisted at a funky angle to give Spencer the best access.
"No, no," Brendon is saying. "I take it back. Your molecules can't do thaaat," and he breaks off into a groan of contentment as Spencer's fingers move to just above his ear. "I love you, Spencer Smith."
"That's what I thought," says Spencer smugly. "You couldn't do without me."
"Whatever you say," Brendon breathes. "Just keep...oh yeah. Fuck I love you."
"Damn straight," Spencer grins.
“I keep imagining him all relaxed and fluid and probably the most tactile high person ever. Like Spencer gets up to go to bathroom or something and Brendon's like don't leave meeee! I'm cold! I need human warmth!”
And Spencer, being the smiley happy high person that he is, is all "okay two options: you come with me or I don't leave I guess" and Brendon ends up accompanying him to the bathroom.
THEN THEY END UP HOTBOXING THE BATHROOM, RIGHT? and they end up on the floor, giggling and lying against the wall with every part of their bodies touching. Brendon's like "I'm so. I'm so comfortable. Right now." And Spencer's like, yeah. And then he plays down the edges of Brendon's fingers and says yeah, like a bunch of times, because it's so true, okay? It is so true! Yeah. It's true.
Except Brendon can't stop laughing so he can't actually attach every molecule of his body to Spencer's which would totally be even more comfortable because, dude, Spencer's molecules are squishing and fucking awesome. They smell good too. Kind of like...well, like Spencer actually, which is neat. And he's just like "No, no Spence. Spence you gotta like. Like, fucking hold still, okay? I want to. I want to smell your molecules!" and Spencer just nods like this makes total sense and he tries to hold still and Brendon sticks his nose in Spencer's ear and inhales. He kind of ends up hyperventilating actually.
Spencer's like "molecules? like, molecules? yeah." He is just in like, so much agreement. Except Brendon ends up hyperventilating in his ear and it's kind of loud, so he just sort of pushes Brendon away and ends up falling on his chest, hands clutching the fabric. And he looks up at Brendon and he's like "you're so loud. you breathe so loud, Brendon." and he breathes in the fabric loudly to emphasize how loud Brendon is. Except that's right over Brendon's heart, which he can sorta hear, and he's like whoa, is that gonna give him heart palpitations? Whoa. That would be bad. So he breathes again, really loud and wet and right over Brendon's heart to like, right the universe and hopefully stop Bden from palpitating.
And Brendon's like "hey hey, are you sure that's going to work?" because Spencer has apparently said all of that out loud.
"Oops," he says. He looks up and Brendon is like right. There. And dude, his eyebrows are so weird.
"Did you know that?" Spencer asks, and Brendon's all "what? what?" because apparently that part he didn't say out loud. So Spencer repeats himself, and he feels kind of like he's zooming in on Brendon's eyebrows. Then Brendon says "Hey, dude, your breath is funny" and Spencer realizes his face is like a millimeter away from Brendon's eyebrows.
"Sorry" he says sort of quietly. He looks down, looking at Brendon in the eye.
"I think you are going to live," he says. "I think. Sorry. I don't think you will die of a heart murmur."
Brendon shifts and he might be making his interested face except Spencer can't tell because they're so close. "Murmur," says Brendon. "I die with a murmur."
"You won't die," says Spencer and he pulls away to see if Brendon really is making his interested face, but he's so boneless at this point that pulling away is just moving closer until he can't so he just closes his eyes, leans his forehead against Brendon's and nods.
Brendon nods along, and his breath, Spencer imagines he can see Brendon's breath if he opened his eyes, and their combined exhalations are mixing together. Spencer pauses to wonder what color they would be together. Brendon's always seems to be pink like cotton candy or the Pixie Stix he's always sneaking.
"You should cut down on the pixie stix," he says almost mindlessly, because Spencer's mom is always reminding them all not to each too much candy and to brush their teeth. The least Spencer can do is pass it on, right?
"What?" Brendon asks, and usually Brendon is loud, fucking loud like trumpets only this time his voice comes out quiet even though he's up closer to Spencer's face--and more importantly his ears--than he usually is.
"The Pixie Stix," Spencer repeats. "You're gonna rot your teeth and then. Then no girl's gonna want to make out with you, man. Seriously."
"'S okay," says Brendon and he breathes against Spencer, pink and warm, stale weed-soaked air that Spencer sucks back in. "'S okay if my teeth rot because."
And then he pauses, and he shifts away suddenly, so that Spencer falls back onto his chest, head knocking with an echo (he thinks) against Brendon's chest.
"Oh my god," says Brendon above him. "Your molecules. They just. Oh my god, they just went crazy." He puts a hand on Spencer's forehead, marvelling."Wow!"
"You might be empty," says Spencer, knocking his head against Brendon's ribcage and frowning, listening for the echo. Brendon ignores him and taps his head. "Crazy. So crazy."
"Hey dude, I think you're missing, like, your internal organs, here," Spencer says, trying to inform Brendon of the gravity of the situation. "I think they're gone--no wait, wait, there's your heart. Okay, we're out of the woods."
Brendon heaves a huge sigh. "I was worried for a second," he confides. "Hey, I think your molecules are trying to talk to me. Like, look--no I guess you can't. But seriously, hold still for a second." And without further warning, he ducks his head forward and tucks it against Spencer's neck, so close that his eyelashes are brushing Spencer's neck. Spencer freezes, trying to hold as still as possible because seriously, what if they're about to discover sentient life on his skin? That would be fucking sick.
After a moment, Spencer whispers reverently. "What are they saying?"
"Shh." Brendon presses closer.
Spencer tells his heart to stop because it's making too much noise. But Spencer's organs have never, ever listened to him before and his heart doesn't break precedence now.
Brendon whispers something unintelligible into Spencer's neck and kisses the muscle there. "It's okay," he says to Spencer's jawline. "I think I've got the situation under control."
"There was a situation?" Spencer is worried.
"There was," says Brendon and he inclines his head towards Spencer's neck, listening. He kisses his collarbone. "But I've got it under control." He pats Spencer's stomach. "I think you're gonna make it."
That's a relief," Spencer admits. "Hey, hold on, c'mere."
Brendon looks up at him and dude, his pupils are so big, it's fucking scary. "So what do I get?"
"What?" Spencer wishes Brendon's eyelashes weren't so long, maybe he wouldn't get all distracted by counting the photons bouncing off of them.
"For saving you from organ disappearance," Brendon finishes. "What do I get?"
Spencer tries to waggle his eyebrows but his head is tilting too, so he figures he messed it up. "What do you want?"
Brendon giggles.
"I want," says Brendon and he pauses. "I want." He grins and blinks and Spencer breathes, stuck. He nods, agreeing. Brendon says, "I want your molecules."
"What."
"They're my friends," says Brendon and he pushes his face back into Spencer's neck. "Friends."
"I'm your friend," says Spencer. "I'm totally your friend, I'm a better friend then my molecules." He blinks, eyes watering.
Brendon mumbles into Spencer's throat and Spencer wonders what it feels like, his vocal cords moving against Brendon's lips. Parts of the human voice pressed against each other. Spencer squints at the top of Brendon's head and stretches his neck back, yawning. Brendon starts at the sensation and Spencer grins.
Spencer's hands have somehow gotten away from him and when he pays attention to them again, they are buried in Brendon's hair, stroking slowly at his scalp. Brendon's back is arched and his head is twisted at a funky angle to give Spencer the best access.
"No, no," Brendon is saying. "I take it back. Your molecules can't do thaaat," and he breaks off into a groan of contentment as Spencer's fingers move to just above his ear. "I love you, Spencer Smith."
"That's what I thought," says Spencer smugly. "You couldn't do without me."
"Whatever you say," Brendon breathes. "Just keep...oh yeah. Fuck I love you."
"Damn straight," Spencer grins.