Ficlet 2 - Series 2
SPENCER/JON
PG
In which Jon is in love with Spencer, but Spencer isn't in love with Jon.
Series 2 - Ficlet 2
Jon was in love with Spencer. This was a commonly known fact. Spencer, of course, was the only one that was oblivious to this fact. (Brendon was also very possibly unaware of this fact, but that was more because he spent his time investigating the curves of Greta's body rather than concentrating on the problems that his friends were having, and less because he didn't notice.) And like all commonly known facts, it had to come unravelled at some point.
The day that it did in fact come to a head, it was Tuesday of no particular consequence. Jon later thought that the weather should have told him something about the day ahead of him. But it hadn't. It was just the same as any other day in day in Chicago. He hadn't dressed well or done his hair. He hadn't been rakishly handsome or devastatingly rugged. He had just been Jon.
Spencer hadn't looked any different either. He had been his usual self, spread out on Jon's sofa for no reason in jeans that should have been thrown away years ago and a shirt that Jon couldn't picture later.
There was no reason for that Tuesday to be the day that it all happened. They had been sat side by side watching daytime TV when Spencer had declared the need for a beer. Jon nodded and let him go to the kitchen to fetch one for each of them. He couldn't remember later why he had gotten up, why he had followed Spencer, but he had. He had caught the other man just as he was walking back through the doorway.
Spencer had gone to back away when Jon had grasped his arm. "Spence, please. This is ridiculous. I, you must, please…" His words failing him, Jon had pressed his lips tightly against Spencer's. He had pulled away far too quickly and had looked to Spencer's face for a reaction. Any reaction.
"Oh, Jon," Spencer's voice had been no better than his own. "I really, really…" He had trailed off and Jon had waited. He'd known what was coming next, but he had waited all the same. "…wish that I could. I tried, to like you. I did." A tear had slipped from Spencer's eye and Jon had resisted the urge to brush it away. Maudlin violins should have been playing faintly in the background, but all Jon had heard was the footsteps from the apartment above his and the street outside the open window.
Jon had nodded. Jon had remembered more than anything the feeling in the gut of his stomach more than anything.
The day had ended that way, Spencer slipping away from Jon and leaving him to sit in the softly lit apartment. Later, as the sun broke through the clouds to bring the windy city into a new day, Jon picked up the phone and dialled.
"Life goes on, right?" Jon said, softly.
"Right," came Spencer's sleep deprived voice from the other end of the line.
PG
In which Jon is in love with Spencer, but Spencer isn't in love with Jon.
Series 2 - Ficlet 2
Jon was in love with Spencer. This was a commonly known fact. Spencer, of course, was the only one that was oblivious to this fact. (Brendon was also very possibly unaware of this fact, but that was more because he spent his time investigating the curves of Greta's body rather than concentrating on the problems that his friends were having, and less because he didn't notice.) And like all commonly known facts, it had to come unravelled at some point.
The day that it did in fact come to a head, it was Tuesday of no particular consequence. Jon later thought that the weather should have told him something about the day ahead of him. But it hadn't. It was just the same as any other day in day in Chicago. He hadn't dressed well or done his hair. He hadn't been rakishly handsome or devastatingly rugged. He had just been Jon.
Spencer hadn't looked any different either. He had been his usual self, spread out on Jon's sofa for no reason in jeans that should have been thrown away years ago and a shirt that Jon couldn't picture later.
There was no reason for that Tuesday to be the day that it all happened. They had been sat side by side watching daytime TV when Spencer had declared the need for a beer. Jon nodded and let him go to the kitchen to fetch one for each of them. He couldn't remember later why he had gotten up, why he had followed Spencer, but he had. He had caught the other man just as he was walking back through the doorway.
Spencer had gone to back away when Jon had grasped his arm. "Spence, please. This is ridiculous. I, you must, please…" His words failing him, Jon had pressed his lips tightly against Spencer's. He had pulled away far too quickly and had looked to Spencer's face for a reaction. Any reaction.
"Oh, Jon," Spencer's voice had been no better than his own. "I really, really…" He had trailed off and Jon had waited. He'd known what was coming next, but he had waited all the same. "…wish that I could. I tried, to like you. I did." A tear had slipped from Spencer's eye and Jon had resisted the urge to brush it away. Maudlin violins should have been playing faintly in the background, but all Jon had heard was the footsteps from the apartment above his and the street outside the open window.
Jon had nodded. Jon had remembered more than anything the feeling in the gut of his stomach more than anything.
The day had ended that way, Spencer slipping away from Jon and leaving him to sit in the softly lit apartment. Later, as the sun broke through the clouds to bring the windy city into a new day, Jon picked up the phone and dialled.
"Life goes on, right?" Jon said, softly.
"Right," came Spencer's sleep deprived voice from the other end of the line.