3 Valentine's Drabbles - Spencer/Brendon - PG-13
Title: 3 Valentine's Drabbles
Author: alljustlovers
Rating: PG-13ish for language
Pairing: Spencer/Brendon
POV: 3rd, pretty omniscient
Summary: 3 quick drabbles about Valentine's Day.
Disclaimer: If you think this is real, or if your RL persona is a basis for these characters, it'd be best for everyone involved if you closed out of this window.
A/N: Happy [early!] Valentine's Day! I wrote this for the Valentine's Challenge at failboatsinlove . Also, I can't type the word 'cock' without lol'ing, so beware of saccharine sweet schmoop ahead. A million thank yous to the ever fabulous princesslia84 for the thorough and speedy beta; any other mistakes are mine, and I'd appreciate if you could point them out.
Their first Valentine's Day together, shit hits the fan. Not between them, of course, because Brendon and Spencer are just friends, but still. The night's pretty weird.
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Spencer and Brendon are sandwiched on the loveseat in Spencer's living room with Nightmare on Elm Street III on. It's ridiculous and not at all scary, but it was the only thing they could find on cable that didn't have star-crossed lovers or Cameron Diaz, and their plans for the evening had been pretty simple - no mush, please and thank you.
"Dude, oh my god!" Brendon sputters on the coke he'd been sipping. "Did he just say he was the wizard master? Can we. Spencer. Spence, can we rename the band The Wizard Masters?"
Spencer was about four-fifths asleep before Brendon had started yelling about wizards, so he's already made a noise of agreement before his brain catches up to him. He's in the middle of rubbing some sleep out of his eyes and rubbing a kink out of his neck before he rambles out a reply. "Dude, no. Like, really, no. What the fuck. Wizards?"
"Well if you weren't asleep you'd have heard it in context and we'd be sitting here drawing up a new logo for our band The Awesome Wizards, wouldn't we?" Brendon laughs at the playful kick Spencer sends his way before catching his ankle and tugging it slightly. "Really though, if you're so tired that you can sleep through this cinematic gem, you should probably go to bed. Or at least like, lean against me so you're not at a weird angle."
It takes about 2 seconds of thinking after that, and then Spencer's dragging himself - and an afghan from the back of the loveseat - into Brendon's space. He wraps his arm around Brendon's waist and let's his head find a comfortable spot on Brendon's chest, and then he's practically back to sleep before Brendon realizes that, hey, he was kinda joking but yeah, this is okay. Then Spencer snuffles a bit and tucks his hands and face just a little closer to Brendon, and Brendon mentally crosses out 'this is okay' and panics because, okay, so maybe's he's got a little crush on Spencer, but it's usually easy to ignore when they're not cuddling on the couch on Valentine's Day.
It's a problem he doesn't need to dwell on since it's that moment that Ryan slams through the front door with his hair in disarray and quietly tells them about the shirt he'd found shoved under his girlfriend's bed. Spencer spends the rest of the night locked in his bedroom with Ryan, and Brendon figures it's for the better.
At band practice that Tuesday, Ryan's got a new song for Brendon to sing.
*****
Their first Valentine's Day as a couple comes at a weird time. They'd flirted and teased for the entire year leading up to it, but they'd really only just gotten together on Christmas [Brendon showed up on Spencer's doorstep half-way between crying and shouting, babbling about how his parents just didn't get it, and Spencer gathered him up in his arms and kissed him right there.] They both though it had been pretty perfect, so there was a lot of expectation to live up to on both parts.
But anyway, their first Valentine's as a couple is one of their nights off on the tour, and together they make reservations at a swanky restaurant and an even nicer hotel than the one the rest of the band and crew were staying at. They spend the week beforehand murmuring promises for their evening alone and letting their touches linger longer and longer before Zack offers to clear the bus out for 20 minutes if they really couldn't wait until they got to their honeymoon suite. Red-cheeked, Spencer and Brendon moved apart on the couch and tried to keep things PG until they were alone.
They get to the hotel only to find out that the computer system had mistakenly booked them for March, and Spencer spends 45 minutes fighting with the hotel manager to get a room. They don't get one, and since it's Valentine's Day, every other nice hotel they find is booked full-up. In their hurry to find a place to sleep, they also miss their reservations for dinner.
They spend their night eating bad Chinese take-out at a Motel 6 and watching a slightly fuzzy Star Wars on the room's small TV. When they're finally curled together in the scratchy sheets that night, Spencer nuzzles at Brendon's neck and apologizes into his skin for the way their day went. Brendon just smiled softly, a little sad, and kissed Spencer soundly.
"I don't care how lame I am for saying it, but as long as I'm with you I'm happy. In case you've never noticed, just having you around makes everything that much better."
*****
Their first Valentine's Day alone is very, very alone. Jon and Ryan had gone their separate ways a few months before, and they had just gotten done with the new album but hadn't started touring for it yet. In a lot of ways, it really was just the two of them.
Brendon woke Spencer up the morning of by shattering a glass in their kitchen. Well, it wasn't so much the sound of the glass as it was the "Ow, motherfucker!" that followed it, but he was awake nonetheless. As he pulled himself out of their bed and padded down the hallway, he could smell the faintly distinct smell of Brendon Alone In The Kitchen. Brendon Alone In The Kitchen is what Brendon insisted on calling it after the first time Spencer walked in on Brendon cooking and asked what the hell was burning; when Brendon's not within earshot, Spencer still just makes gagging noises and hand gestures that go unseen by everyone but their dogs. Still, Spencer kind of loves the fact that Brendon tries, because no matter how bad he fails at anything, Brendon's always willing to give it a second shot.
Once Spencer makes it to the kitchen he has to cover his mouth up with both hands and lean against the wall to keep from laughing aloud. Brendon was standing stark naked. In the kitchen. Humming the Imperial March. While burning eggs.
"So, you finally gave in to the darkside, huh?" Spencer asked in his morning-soft voice.
"Finally? Shit, I've been batting for the other team since before you met me." Brendon shot back.
"That. Is actually bigger than any burn I could follow that up with, actually. Batting for the other team, Bren. Really? Did you not think that through?"
"Actually, I was going for a seduction attempt." Brendon purred as he shimmied his hips and used a spatula to knock some of the still-burning eggs around the pan on the stove. "But, given our past, I'll let that one slide. Plus, you love me, and that's got to count for something."
Brendon finally turned out the burner and sidled up to Spencer where he was still leaning against the wall. Using one hand to hold Brendon's hip and the other to lift his chin, Spencer leaned in for a kiss.
"I do love you. Just not your cooking, So come lay down with me and then we can call out for something when we get up because I'm not cooking today, and I'm not about to eat whatever's in that pan."
Brendon thumped Spencer lightly in the chest and let himself be led to the couch where they settled down together - Brendon flat on his back with Spencer tucked into his side. They spent the rest of the morning trading memories like secrets, hushed tones and gentle laughter lead to soft kisses and murmured promises, and by the time they fell quiet they were dozing in and out. Right before he finally fell asleep, Spencer felt more than he heard Brendon whisper something into his hair. He wasn't sure, but it sounded a lot like "Best Valentine's so far."
Author: alljustlovers
Rating: PG-13ish for language
Pairing: Spencer/Brendon
POV: 3rd, pretty omniscient
Summary: 3 quick drabbles about Valentine's Day.
Disclaimer: If you think this is real, or if your RL persona is a basis for these characters, it'd be best for everyone involved if you closed out of this window.
A/N: Happy [early!] Valentine's Day! I wrote this for the Valentine's Challenge at failboatsinlove . Also, I can't type the word 'cock' without lol'ing, so beware of saccharine sweet schmoop ahead. A million thank yous to the ever fabulous princesslia84 for the thorough and speedy beta; any other mistakes are mine, and I'd appreciate if you could point them out.
Their first Valentine's Day together, shit hits the fan. Not between them, of course, because Brendon and Spencer are just friends, but still. The night's pretty weird.
---
Spencer and Brendon are sandwiched on the loveseat in Spencer's living room with Nightmare on Elm Street III on. It's ridiculous and not at all scary, but it was the only thing they could find on cable that didn't have star-crossed lovers or Cameron Diaz, and their plans for the evening had been pretty simple - no mush, please and thank you.
"Dude, oh my god!" Brendon sputters on the coke he'd been sipping. "Did he just say he was the wizard master? Can we. Spencer. Spence, can we rename the band The Wizard Masters?"
Spencer was about four-fifths asleep before Brendon had started yelling about wizards, so he's already made a noise of agreement before his brain catches up to him. He's in the middle of rubbing some sleep out of his eyes and rubbing a kink out of his neck before he rambles out a reply. "Dude, no. Like, really, no. What the fuck. Wizards?"
"Well if you weren't asleep you'd have heard it in context and we'd be sitting here drawing up a new logo for our band The Awesome Wizards, wouldn't we?" Brendon laughs at the playful kick Spencer sends his way before catching his ankle and tugging it slightly. "Really though, if you're so tired that you can sleep through this cinematic gem, you should probably go to bed. Or at least like, lean against me so you're not at a weird angle."
It takes about 2 seconds of thinking after that, and then Spencer's dragging himself - and an afghan from the back of the loveseat - into Brendon's space. He wraps his arm around Brendon's waist and let's his head find a comfortable spot on Brendon's chest, and then he's practically back to sleep before Brendon realizes that, hey, he was kinda joking but yeah, this is okay. Then Spencer snuffles a bit and tucks his hands and face just a little closer to Brendon, and Brendon mentally crosses out 'this is okay' and panics because, okay, so maybe's he's got a little crush on Spencer, but it's usually easy to ignore when they're not cuddling on the couch on Valentine's Day.
It's a problem he doesn't need to dwell on since it's that moment that Ryan slams through the front door with his hair in disarray and quietly tells them about the shirt he'd found shoved under his girlfriend's bed. Spencer spends the rest of the night locked in his bedroom with Ryan, and Brendon figures it's for the better.
At band practice that Tuesday, Ryan's got a new song for Brendon to sing.
*****
Their first Valentine's Day as a couple comes at a weird time. They'd flirted and teased for the entire year leading up to it, but they'd really only just gotten together on Christmas [Brendon showed up on Spencer's doorstep half-way between crying and shouting, babbling about how his parents just didn't get it, and Spencer gathered him up in his arms and kissed him right there.] They both though it had been pretty perfect, so there was a lot of expectation to live up to on both parts.
But anyway, their first Valentine's as a couple is one of their nights off on the tour, and together they make reservations at a swanky restaurant and an even nicer hotel than the one the rest of the band and crew were staying at. They spend the week beforehand murmuring promises for their evening alone and letting their touches linger longer and longer before Zack offers to clear the bus out for 20 minutes if they really couldn't wait until they got to their honeymoon suite. Red-cheeked, Spencer and Brendon moved apart on the couch and tried to keep things PG until they were alone.
They get to the hotel only to find out that the computer system had mistakenly booked them for March, and Spencer spends 45 minutes fighting with the hotel manager to get a room. They don't get one, and since it's Valentine's Day, every other nice hotel they find is booked full-up. In their hurry to find a place to sleep, they also miss their reservations for dinner.
They spend their night eating bad Chinese take-out at a Motel 6 and watching a slightly fuzzy Star Wars on the room's small TV. When they're finally curled together in the scratchy sheets that night, Spencer nuzzles at Brendon's neck and apologizes into his skin for the way their day went. Brendon just smiled softly, a little sad, and kissed Spencer soundly.
"I don't care how lame I am for saying it, but as long as I'm with you I'm happy. In case you've never noticed, just having you around makes everything that much better."
*****
Their first Valentine's Day alone is very, very alone. Jon and Ryan had gone their separate ways a few months before, and they had just gotten done with the new album but hadn't started touring for it yet. In a lot of ways, it really was just the two of them.
Brendon woke Spencer up the morning of by shattering a glass in their kitchen. Well, it wasn't so much the sound of the glass as it was the "Ow, motherfucker!" that followed it, but he was awake nonetheless. As he pulled himself out of their bed and padded down the hallway, he could smell the faintly distinct smell of Brendon Alone In The Kitchen. Brendon Alone In The Kitchen is what Brendon insisted on calling it after the first time Spencer walked in on Brendon cooking and asked what the hell was burning; when Brendon's not within earshot, Spencer still just makes gagging noises and hand gestures that go unseen by everyone but their dogs. Still, Spencer kind of loves the fact that Brendon tries, because no matter how bad he fails at anything, Brendon's always willing to give it a second shot.
Once Spencer makes it to the kitchen he has to cover his mouth up with both hands and lean against the wall to keep from laughing aloud. Brendon was standing stark naked. In the kitchen. Humming the Imperial March. While burning eggs.
"So, you finally gave in to the darkside, huh?" Spencer asked in his morning-soft voice.
"Finally? Shit, I've been batting for the other team since before you met me." Brendon shot back.
"That. Is actually bigger than any burn I could follow that up with, actually. Batting for the other team, Bren. Really? Did you not think that through?"
"Actually, I was going for a seduction attempt." Brendon purred as he shimmied his hips and used a spatula to knock some of the still-burning eggs around the pan on the stove. "But, given our past, I'll let that one slide. Plus, you love me, and that's got to count for something."
Brendon finally turned out the burner and sidled up to Spencer where he was still leaning against the wall. Using one hand to hold Brendon's hip and the other to lift his chin, Spencer leaned in for a kiss.
"I do love you. Just not your cooking, So come lay down with me and then we can call out for something when we get up because I'm not cooking today, and I'm not about to eat whatever's in that pan."
Brendon thumped Spencer lightly in the chest and let himself be led to the couch where they settled down together - Brendon flat on his back with Spencer tucked into his side. They spent the rest of the morning trading memories like secrets, hushed tones and gentle laughter lead to soft kisses and murmured promises, and by the time they fell quiet they were dozing in and out. Right before he finally fell asleep, Spencer felt more than he heard Brendon whisper something into his hair. He wasn't sure, but it sounded a lot like "Best Valentine's so far."