Alone this week [I was supposed to be a rockstar]
schmoop_bingo prompt: coming home from long trip
Spencer/Brendon, 600 words, unbeta'd [please point out any glaringly obvious mistakes]
As always, this is fiction. Title from Glassjaw's song 'Piano'
[I don't feel like doing the long info for a drabble, I may or may not go back through and put one in later]
Brendon tried so hard to wait up for Spencer to get home, he did, but he was just so tired from not having slept very well since Spencer left, and their couch was a seriously comfortable friend for the exhausted and lonely. Spencer said his plane got in at midnight, and it was hardly 9 o'clock when Brendon felt himself start to doze. He could barely muster the energy to think what a lamewad he was for being so attached to his stupid boyfriend; he had wispy dreams about blue eyes and lingering touches and those soft, secretive smiles that he loved so much. His subconscious was a douchebag.
Even before The Day [neither of them liked the word anniversary since it wasn't so much Spencer asking Brendon out as it was Spencer walking up to Brendon and saying 'You're so obvious' before pushing him into the couch and laying kisses across his face] Brendon didn't like being alone in their home, waiting anxiously around for when Spencer would get home from visiting his family or friends. Now that he knows what it's like to wake up every morning to find a warm leg [Spencer's warm leg] pushed between his own and someone's breath [Spencer's breath] puffing hot and damp against the side of his neck, though, it's been torture sitting around his [their] empty house this last month and a half. The couch is always cold and the lights are always off when he comes home and the hallways echo his footsteps and he's just utterly, utterly lonely without Spencer around. Spencer, Brendon was sure, would make fun of him forever if he knew Brendon was waiting around like a puppy for Spencer to get home.
Brendon didn't wake up when the front door opened and clicked shut. He didn't hear the thump of bags being set down by the entry. He wasn't aware of the footsteps coming across the floor in his direction. Spencer would have laughed at what a heavy sleeper Brendon was if it weren't for the way he looked so small and sad in his sleep; he could relate. Spencer's heart was about to burst from his chest and his mind was running a mile minute with 'FINALLYHOMEOHMYGODNEVERLEAVINGAGAINSOBEAUTIFULMISSEDYOUSOMUCH' as he knelt down in front of the couch and reached out a gentle hand. He traced the lines of Brendon's face, starting at the temple and dragging callused fingers whisper-soft down one cheek, over the chin, up the other cheek. Spencer leaned in and kissed Brendon's nose, his cheek, his eyelids, his mouth. Brendon's eyelashes finally began to flutter, his muscles twitching under the assault of Spencer's delicate mouth and soft beard, and he opened his eyes. Spencer could see the exact second that Brendon's brain clicked over and let him know that Spencer was finally home. Brendon pushed forward, throwing his arms around Spencer's shoulders, and buried his face in Spencer's neck. 'Missed you, missed you. Never leave again, please. Missed you.' Brendon panted, pulling at Spencer until they were both on the couch. Spencer rearranged their limbs so they were facing each other with their legs intertwined, and then leaned in for a proper kiss.
"I've missed you, Bren." Spencer confessed. "More than you would ever guess."
Brendon pulled Spencer in tighter, throwing a leg over Spencer's hip to ensure that he couldn't get up if he tried, and clung as much as his body would let him. He would make fun of himself for it later. For right now, though, this is what he needs. What they both need. What they both want.