PatD & MCR: ficlets (various pairings)
The rest (bar one) of the drabbles and ficlets I wrote for the lyrics prompts people gave me, which I've cleaned up and fiddled with a bit and am reposting here because that's the kind of thing I like to do. I have a thing for everything being in one place, it's a sickness. They range from gen to R(ish) and, obviously, none of them are real.
For turps33
I lose my mind just when you're speaking
I see you on the screen, I get to freaking
So get down babe
[Frank/Mikey/Spencer]
Spencer’s sitting on the couch in the dressing room with his head tipped back against the cushions and his eyes closed, waiting for Ryan to finish up in the shower. He has just enough time to register Jon’s shout of ‘incoming’ before he has a lapful of Frank to deal with, which, obviously, leads to Frank’s hands finding their way under his stage gear, and a mouthful of Frank’s tongue.
When Frank pulls back for long enough to give them both a chance to breathe, Spencer manages to say, "Hi, Frank. I'm guessing you enjoyed the show." It’s only polite to say hello, after all.
"Hi," Frank beams at him and Spencer is powerless to do anything but beam right back, "you were fucking amazing. The look on your face when you’re drumming… I swear to god I nearly jumped on stage and begged you to fuck me right there in front of everyone."
"It’s true, I had to hold him back at one point," Spencer looks up and sees Mikey leaning in the doorway, a fond smile playing across his face, "he’s been jerking off to those videos of you drumming pretty much non-stop. He has a thing."
Spencer decides to ignore the snickering coming from Jon and Brendon’s direction and focus on Frank instead.
"Yeah?"
"Fuck yeah." Frank grins then jumps off Spencer’s lap, holding a hand out to pull him up off the couch. "Grab your bag, you’re coming with us."
As tempting as that sounds, Spencer had been really looking forward to a shower, he’s all sweaty and gross from the show. "But I’m all sweaty and gross."
"I like you that way," Frank leers, proving his point by leaning forward and licking a stripe up the side of Spencer’s neck, "plus there’s no point in taking a shower now, you’re just going to get all sweaty and gross again."
Spencer has to admit Frank has a point so grabs his bag and lets Frank drag him over to where Mikey is standing waiting for them. It occurs to Spencer that he hasn’t said a proper hello to Mikey yet, so he works on fixing that by backing Mikey up against the wall and kissing him until they’re both breathless only stopping when Frank starts tugging at both their arms. Frank, Spencer thinks, is an impatient little fucker.
Frank starts pushing them both towards the door, stopping suddenly and spinning round, fixing Jon with a determined stare. "We’re kidnapping your drummer."
Jon makes a non-committal noise and waves a vague hand in their direction, "‘Kay, try not to tire him out too much."
"I don’t make promises I can’t keep, Walker, we have plans, involving fucking, lots and lots of fucking."
"Way too much information, Iero. Go on, get out, quickly, before Ryan gets out of the shower and starts grilling you about your intentions towards Spencer again."
Jon has a point, that was embarrassing enough for all concerned the first time around and Spencer has no interest in going through it again thank you very much. So he doesn’t protest when Frank quickly herds him and Mikey out of the dressing room. Not that there was any chance he was going to protest anyway, because, yeah, Spencer likes the sound of Frank’s plan. A lot.
For crowgirl13
Take another chance boy, carry the fight
you can take him if you fast
Didn't I say if you're holding on
You'd be laughing at the last
[Bob/Spencer]
Bob knows his hiding place has been discovered when he hears the snap of a gun being cocked behind him. There’s open ground in front of the bushes he’s hidden himself behind but beyond that there are trees and maybe, just maybe he could make a run for it. But, he probably wouldn’t make it; his left leg is sticky-wet below his knee from the hit he took earlier and his ankle still feels weak from the way it twisted when the impact made him trip and fall. Bob knows he only has a moment to make his decision and he figures if this is the end, if these next few seconds are his final ones then he’d rather take his fate like a man instead of getting shot in the back like a coward.
Bob takes a deep breath, pushes himself to his feet and turns, hands raised in surrender even though he knows it will do him no good. And it doesn’t. He hears laughter, expressionless, cruel even and then the sharp sound of three shots ringing out one after another, each one followed by the muffled thud of a hit high on his chest. Bob falls backwards in slow motion, slumping to the ground in a graceful arc, eyes closed so he can’t see the smirk on the face of the man who has beaten him, at least, he thinks, it’s over now. But it isn’t, the shots keep coming even though he’s down, hit after hit until he wants to beg for it to end…
"I’m pretty sure he’s dead, Ry, you can stop shooting him now."
Bob risks opening his eyes just enough that he can see Spencer standing between him and Ryan.
"But..." There’s a mad gleam in Ryan’s eyes, which, is a little worrying.
"Ryan." If Bob wasn’t lying on the ground with an ego that’s more than a little bruised around the edges then he’d probably get just the tiniest bit turned on by the tone of voice Spencer uses to say Ryan’s name.
Ryan peers round Spencer’s shoulder and Bob closes his eyes again, bracing himself for another impact, but, thankfully, Ryan just sighs heavily then stalks off, muttering, "fine, I’ll go find someone else to shoot."
"I thought you said he liked me.” With Ryan gone, Bob figures it’s safe to open his eyes.
"He does, he just has some residual anger over those comments Gerard made," Spencer grins, holding a hand out to help Bob up, "I guess maybe he was taking some of it out on you."
"Remind me to call Gee and thank him, those paintballs hurt like fuck, there may be permanent damage."
"Aw, poor baby, want me to kiss it better?" Spencer, Bob can tell, is trying really hard not to actually laugh out loud at him.
"I’m pretty sure kissing played a big part in you convincing me this was a good idea." Bob is most definitely not sulking. Honest.
"Yeah, well if I’d known you were that much of a loser that Ryan could take you down, I don’t know if I’d have bothered." Spencer, Bob thinks, is a sarcastic motherfucker.
"Less sarcasm,” Bob grabs Spencer and pulls him into a hug, making sure to transfer as much of the paint that’s splattered all over his clothes onto Spencer’s as he can, “more kissing."
Spencer leans in, grins against Bob’s lips and says, "okay."
For bluejbird
I was feeling insecure
You might not love me anymore
I was shivering inside
[Ryan/Spencer, with a side of Ryan/Jon and/or Jon/Spencer, depending on how you read it]
There’s a balance between them, an unequal one, but a balance all the same. Spencer gives and Ryan takes, that’s the way it is and the way it always has been.
It started with little things: toys, because Spencer had more than Ryan. So, if his favourite GI Joe went home with Ryan, it didn’t matter, because Spencer had plenty more to play with.
Later, when things got bad with Ryan’s dad, Spencer gave Ryan his family because there was more than enough love in Spencer’s house for him to share.
And later still, when they were too old for toys and when Spencer’s mom treating Ryan as one of her own wasn’t enough any more, Spencer gave himself to Ryan, because he had nothing else to give.
Spencer knows he belongs to Ryan and that, in his own way, Ryan belongs to him. It’s just that, sometimes, when he sees the way Ryan’s eyes light up when he’s talking to Jon, the way they fit together so well, the way Jon makes Ryan smile, Spencer wonders how long it will be before he gives the last thing he has away and, if Ryan will even notice when he does.
For strongplacebo
I don't speak French,
so I'll let the funky music do the talking
[Panic GSF]
Spencer likes European nightclubs, there’s a kind of hedonism in the air in them that doesn’t feel forced like it does in the few nightclubs in the States that Spencer’s managed to charm or lie his way into. Plus the fact that, in Europe, he’s considered old enough to go out, get drunk and have a good time with his friends, and not get turned away at the door definitely helps with his appreciation of all things European.
But mostly Spencer likes European nightclubs because the people in them are too busy having a good time to really notice what’s going on around them, and if they do notice, they don’t seem to care.
Which is good, because Spencer can feel how hard Ryan is every time he grinds back against him, as they dance to some random song with lyrics that Spencer can’t understand and doesn’t care about anyway. And Brendon’s close enough that Spencer can hear the breathy little gasps that Brendon can’t quite control each time Jon leans in close and whispers in Brendon’s ear.
Spencer reaches behind him, pulls Ryan closer, pushes back a little more forcefully into the roll of Ryan’s hips and watches as Brendon’s eyes darken when Jon brushes his lips against the side of Brendon’s jaw. And he smiles to himself when Ryan reaches round him and grabs Jon’s arm, pulling him and Brendon nearer until Spencer can’t just hear Brendon’s gasps, he can feel them as well.
Spencer knows that Zack is over by the bar keeping an eye on them, ready to suggest they head back to the hotel before things go a little too far, but, for now, Spencer ignores that and just focuses on beat of the music and the press of Ryan and Jon and Brendon surrounding him.
For gottalovev
First you'll check with the stars
Read both your sign and mine
In the back of the New York Post
[Spencer/Brendon]
Spencer thinks it’s strange that Brendon is so obsessed with horoscopes. Strange, but also kind of sweet, although he would never, ever tell Brendon that because, honestly, he would never hear the end of it. But yeah, Spencer definitely thinks that someone who has so openly and so thoroughly rejected the belief system he was born into, and who likes to say that a person makes their own fate and that life is a series of random events with no higher power in control, that someone like that, like Brendon, should be such a slave to a few short lines that rarely make any kind of rational sense, hidden away in the back of a newspaper, is, well more than a little odd. But Spencer has gotten used to the ritual at the start of their day when Brendon makes sure to pick up a paper and flick past the news and the sport and the theatre reviews until he gets to the right page, and how Brendon reads both of their horoscopes out loud and checks that Spencer knows what to look out for as he goes about his day. And it makes Brendon happy, so Spencer doesn’t complain.
For cmonkatiekatie
There is this thing that's like touching except you don't touch.
[Jon/Brendon]
Brendon doesn’t touch him anymore. It takes Jon a while to notice, but when he does, when he sees the way that Brendon is keeping his distance, Jon realizes just how much he misses Brendon pressed close when they’re sitting on the couch, or Brendon tickling him to distract him when they’re playing Halo, or just the every day hugs that come from Brendon being himself in his own special Brendon way.
Jon tries to figure out what he’s done, tries to work out when the touches stopped and the distance started, but he can’t think of anything he could have done or said to make Brendon act this way.
The more he thinks about it, the worse he feels until, when Brendon shrugs off the arm that Jon throws over his shoulder during a photoshoot like Jon’s touch burns him, Jon snaps, crowding into Brendon’s space once the shoot is over and not letting him get away.
Brendon looks down when Jon asks what his problem is, refusing to meet Jon’s eyes when he speaks.
"If I touch you, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop."
Jon takes a step forward, then another, and shows Brendon it’s okay.
For thespiansparkle
We're feeling so good
just the way that we do
When it's nine in the afternoon
[Brendon/Ryan]
It’s not until the very last song that Ryan finally feels the last lingering shreds of nervousness fade away and he can finally let himself enjoy the show. And what a show it is, headlining the biggest festival on the planet, playing to a bigger crowd than Ryan’s ever seen in his life and being recorded for broadcast to the entire world. This, Ryan thinks, is what he dreamt about back home in Vegas when it was just him and Spencer and a vague idea of forming a band and traveling the world playing songs that they’d written. And this is what he’d hoped could one day happen when they met Brendon and when Jon joined and completed them. And now, looking across the stage and seeing Jon smiling back at him, and knowing that Spencer is just behind him, ready to keep the beat running between them like he always does, and feeling Brendon press a kiss to his cheek, and knowing that there’ll be more, so much more than just a kiss when they get off stage, Ryan couldn’t be happier. Because he knows he’s one of the few lucky people who get to live out their dreams.
For foxxcub
my last night home is
first night nervous
take me over
remember all this till then
[Jon/Spencer]
Spencer hates the last night of touring. While everyone around him is celebrating and planning their time off, all Spencer can think is: tomorrow morning, Jon will fly back to Chicago and Spencer will have to readjust to not having him around all day, and all night.
Every time Jon starts to packs his case Spencer wants to ask him to stay, but he never does. He keeps the words inside where they can’t be destroyed by a shake of Jon’s head and talk of family and missing Chicago and the life Jon leads there that doesn’t have Spencer in it.
So Spencer does what he always does, kisses Jon more fiercely, holds him a little tighter, digs his fingers a little harder into Jon’s hips, so that the fingertip bruises that blossom there will mean Jon is carrying a reminder of him when he leaves, drags out the night until the sweat is sliding from his skin onto Jon’s and they’re both wound so tight it feels like Spencer will shatter when he comes, and all the while he’s thinking, "stay here, with me."
Spencer only realizes he’s said it out loud when Jon smiles at him and says, "okay."
For mintyfiend, not from the lyrics meme but I’m gonna post it here anyway. Based on this quote from Spencer: Right now I am learning how to play piano.
[Spencer/Brendon]
Spencer isn’t sure what made him ask Brendon to teach him piano. Okay, that’s not entirely true. Spencer knows exactly why he asked and it had very little to do with wanting to expand his musical abilities, because it’s not like he can play the piano when they’re on stage, not when there’s a drum kit in front of him begging to be beaten into submission. But what it did have a lot to do with is the way Brendon looks when he’s playing piano.
Like how Brendon is so focused on the music, and the way his hands glide over the keys, and how Brendon gets so lost in the act of playing in a way that he doesn’t quite get when he’s got a guitar or just a microphone in his hands.
Because maybe Spencer has spent a lot of time watching Brendon when he plays piano and wondering what it would be like to have all that attention, all that focus, directed towards him. Which is why one day when they were just fooling around in the rehearsal space he’d, without really thinking about what he was saying, blurted out that maybe he’d like to learn the piano and could Brendon show him how to play.
It had been worth it though, because Brendon had full-on beamed at him and dragged Spencer straight to the piano and sat him down on the stool and started telling him where to place his hands and what keys were what notes and how it was going to be awesome and he couldn’t wait to start teaching Spencer to play.
And it’s still worth it now, even though practicing scales and arpeggios is possibly the most boring thing ever in the history of the universe, and despite the fact that Spencer hasn’t graduated much beyond playing nursery rhymes (and he uses ‘playing’ in its loosest sense) and that chopsticks is about the only thing he can play with any confidence.
Because Spencer knows now what it’s like to have all of Brendon’s attention focused on him and he really likes how Brendon stands just behind him the whole time, ready to lean over and tap the tops of Spencer’s hands when he lets his wrists drop a little too low, or rest a soothing hand on Spencer’s shoulder when he gets frustrated at hitting the wrong note or forgetting how a scale goes. Or how sometimes, Brendon sits beside him on the stool, that’s not really big enough for two but that they squeeze onto anyway, and shows Spencer a really simple series of notes and has him play them while Brendon plays something complicated and beautiful over the top. Spencer thinks he likes those lessons the best.
For turps33
I lose my mind just when you're speaking
I see you on the screen, I get to freaking
So get down babe
[Frank/Mikey/Spencer]
Spencer’s sitting on the couch in the dressing room with his head tipped back against the cushions and his eyes closed, waiting for Ryan to finish up in the shower. He has just enough time to register Jon’s shout of ‘incoming’ before he has a lapful of Frank to deal with, which, obviously, leads to Frank’s hands finding their way under his stage gear, and a mouthful of Frank’s tongue.
When Frank pulls back for long enough to give them both a chance to breathe, Spencer manages to say, "Hi, Frank. I'm guessing you enjoyed the show." It’s only polite to say hello, after all.
"Hi," Frank beams at him and Spencer is powerless to do anything but beam right back, "you were fucking amazing. The look on your face when you’re drumming… I swear to god I nearly jumped on stage and begged you to fuck me right there in front of everyone."
"It’s true, I had to hold him back at one point," Spencer looks up and sees Mikey leaning in the doorway, a fond smile playing across his face, "he’s been jerking off to those videos of you drumming pretty much non-stop. He has a thing."
Spencer decides to ignore the snickering coming from Jon and Brendon’s direction and focus on Frank instead.
"Yeah?"
"Fuck yeah." Frank grins then jumps off Spencer’s lap, holding a hand out to pull him up off the couch. "Grab your bag, you’re coming with us."
As tempting as that sounds, Spencer had been really looking forward to a shower, he’s all sweaty and gross from the show. "But I’m all sweaty and gross."
"I like you that way," Frank leers, proving his point by leaning forward and licking a stripe up the side of Spencer’s neck, "plus there’s no point in taking a shower now, you’re just going to get all sweaty and gross again."
Spencer has to admit Frank has a point so grabs his bag and lets Frank drag him over to where Mikey is standing waiting for them. It occurs to Spencer that he hasn’t said a proper hello to Mikey yet, so he works on fixing that by backing Mikey up against the wall and kissing him until they’re both breathless only stopping when Frank starts tugging at both their arms. Frank, Spencer thinks, is an impatient little fucker.
Frank starts pushing them both towards the door, stopping suddenly and spinning round, fixing Jon with a determined stare. "We’re kidnapping your drummer."
Jon makes a non-committal noise and waves a vague hand in their direction, "‘Kay, try not to tire him out too much."
"I don’t make promises I can’t keep, Walker, we have plans, involving fucking, lots and lots of fucking."
"Way too much information, Iero. Go on, get out, quickly, before Ryan gets out of the shower and starts grilling you about your intentions towards Spencer again."
Jon has a point, that was embarrassing enough for all concerned the first time around and Spencer has no interest in going through it again thank you very much. So he doesn’t protest when Frank quickly herds him and Mikey out of the dressing room. Not that there was any chance he was going to protest anyway, because, yeah, Spencer likes the sound of Frank’s plan. A lot.
For crowgirl13
Take another chance boy, carry the fight
you can take him if you fast
Didn't I say if you're holding on
You'd be laughing at the last
[Bob/Spencer]
Bob knows his hiding place has been discovered when he hears the snap of a gun being cocked behind him. There’s open ground in front of the bushes he’s hidden himself behind but beyond that there are trees and maybe, just maybe he could make a run for it. But, he probably wouldn’t make it; his left leg is sticky-wet below his knee from the hit he took earlier and his ankle still feels weak from the way it twisted when the impact made him trip and fall. Bob knows he only has a moment to make his decision and he figures if this is the end, if these next few seconds are his final ones then he’d rather take his fate like a man instead of getting shot in the back like a coward.
Bob takes a deep breath, pushes himself to his feet and turns, hands raised in surrender even though he knows it will do him no good. And it doesn’t. He hears laughter, expressionless, cruel even and then the sharp sound of three shots ringing out one after another, each one followed by the muffled thud of a hit high on his chest. Bob falls backwards in slow motion, slumping to the ground in a graceful arc, eyes closed so he can’t see the smirk on the face of the man who has beaten him, at least, he thinks, it’s over now. But it isn’t, the shots keep coming even though he’s down, hit after hit until he wants to beg for it to end…
"I’m pretty sure he’s dead, Ry, you can stop shooting him now."
Bob risks opening his eyes just enough that he can see Spencer standing between him and Ryan.
"But..." There’s a mad gleam in Ryan’s eyes, which, is a little worrying.
"Ryan." If Bob wasn’t lying on the ground with an ego that’s more than a little bruised around the edges then he’d probably get just the tiniest bit turned on by the tone of voice Spencer uses to say Ryan’s name.
Ryan peers round Spencer’s shoulder and Bob closes his eyes again, bracing himself for another impact, but, thankfully, Ryan just sighs heavily then stalks off, muttering, "fine, I’ll go find someone else to shoot."
"I thought you said he liked me.” With Ryan gone, Bob figures it’s safe to open his eyes.
"He does, he just has some residual anger over those comments Gerard made," Spencer grins, holding a hand out to help Bob up, "I guess maybe he was taking some of it out on you."
"Remind me to call Gee and thank him, those paintballs hurt like fuck, there may be permanent damage."
"Aw, poor baby, want me to kiss it better?" Spencer, Bob can tell, is trying really hard not to actually laugh out loud at him.
"I’m pretty sure kissing played a big part in you convincing me this was a good idea." Bob is most definitely not sulking. Honest.
"Yeah, well if I’d known you were that much of a loser that Ryan could take you down, I don’t know if I’d have bothered." Spencer, Bob thinks, is a sarcastic motherfucker.
"Less sarcasm,” Bob grabs Spencer and pulls him into a hug, making sure to transfer as much of the paint that’s splattered all over his clothes onto Spencer’s as he can, “more kissing."
Spencer leans in, grins against Bob’s lips and says, "okay."
For bluejbird
I was feeling insecure
You might not love me anymore
I was shivering inside
[Ryan/Spencer, with a side of Ryan/Jon and/or Jon/Spencer, depending on how you read it]
There’s a balance between them, an unequal one, but a balance all the same. Spencer gives and Ryan takes, that’s the way it is and the way it always has been.
It started with little things: toys, because Spencer had more than Ryan. So, if his favourite GI Joe went home with Ryan, it didn’t matter, because Spencer had plenty more to play with.
Later, when things got bad with Ryan’s dad, Spencer gave Ryan his family because there was more than enough love in Spencer’s house for him to share.
And later still, when they were too old for toys and when Spencer’s mom treating Ryan as one of her own wasn’t enough any more, Spencer gave himself to Ryan, because he had nothing else to give.
Spencer knows he belongs to Ryan and that, in his own way, Ryan belongs to him. It’s just that, sometimes, when he sees the way Ryan’s eyes light up when he’s talking to Jon, the way they fit together so well, the way Jon makes Ryan smile, Spencer wonders how long it will be before he gives the last thing he has away and, if Ryan will even notice when he does.
For strongplacebo
I don't speak French,
so I'll let the funky music do the talking
[Panic GSF]
Spencer likes European nightclubs, there’s a kind of hedonism in the air in them that doesn’t feel forced like it does in the few nightclubs in the States that Spencer’s managed to charm or lie his way into. Plus the fact that, in Europe, he’s considered old enough to go out, get drunk and have a good time with his friends, and not get turned away at the door definitely helps with his appreciation of all things European.
But mostly Spencer likes European nightclubs because the people in them are too busy having a good time to really notice what’s going on around them, and if they do notice, they don’t seem to care.
Which is good, because Spencer can feel how hard Ryan is every time he grinds back against him, as they dance to some random song with lyrics that Spencer can’t understand and doesn’t care about anyway. And Brendon’s close enough that Spencer can hear the breathy little gasps that Brendon can’t quite control each time Jon leans in close and whispers in Brendon’s ear.
Spencer reaches behind him, pulls Ryan closer, pushes back a little more forcefully into the roll of Ryan’s hips and watches as Brendon’s eyes darken when Jon brushes his lips against the side of Brendon’s jaw. And he smiles to himself when Ryan reaches round him and grabs Jon’s arm, pulling him and Brendon nearer until Spencer can’t just hear Brendon’s gasps, he can feel them as well.
Spencer knows that Zack is over by the bar keeping an eye on them, ready to suggest they head back to the hotel before things go a little too far, but, for now, Spencer ignores that and just focuses on beat of the music and the press of Ryan and Jon and Brendon surrounding him.
For gottalovev
First you'll check with the stars
Read both your sign and mine
In the back of the New York Post
[Spencer/Brendon]
Spencer thinks it’s strange that Brendon is so obsessed with horoscopes. Strange, but also kind of sweet, although he would never, ever tell Brendon that because, honestly, he would never hear the end of it. But yeah, Spencer definitely thinks that someone who has so openly and so thoroughly rejected the belief system he was born into, and who likes to say that a person makes their own fate and that life is a series of random events with no higher power in control, that someone like that, like Brendon, should be such a slave to a few short lines that rarely make any kind of rational sense, hidden away in the back of a newspaper, is, well more than a little odd. But Spencer has gotten used to the ritual at the start of their day when Brendon makes sure to pick up a paper and flick past the news and the sport and the theatre reviews until he gets to the right page, and how Brendon reads both of their horoscopes out loud and checks that Spencer knows what to look out for as he goes about his day. And it makes Brendon happy, so Spencer doesn’t complain.
For cmonkatiekatie
There is this thing that's like touching except you don't touch.
[Jon/Brendon]
Brendon doesn’t touch him anymore. It takes Jon a while to notice, but when he does, when he sees the way that Brendon is keeping his distance, Jon realizes just how much he misses Brendon pressed close when they’re sitting on the couch, or Brendon tickling him to distract him when they’re playing Halo, or just the every day hugs that come from Brendon being himself in his own special Brendon way.
Jon tries to figure out what he’s done, tries to work out when the touches stopped and the distance started, but he can’t think of anything he could have done or said to make Brendon act this way.
The more he thinks about it, the worse he feels until, when Brendon shrugs off the arm that Jon throws over his shoulder during a photoshoot like Jon’s touch burns him, Jon snaps, crowding into Brendon’s space once the shoot is over and not letting him get away.
Brendon looks down when Jon asks what his problem is, refusing to meet Jon’s eyes when he speaks.
"If I touch you, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop."
Jon takes a step forward, then another, and shows Brendon it’s okay.
For thespiansparkle
We're feeling so good
just the way that we do
When it's nine in the afternoon
[Brendon/Ryan]
It’s not until the very last song that Ryan finally feels the last lingering shreds of nervousness fade away and he can finally let himself enjoy the show. And what a show it is, headlining the biggest festival on the planet, playing to a bigger crowd than Ryan’s ever seen in his life and being recorded for broadcast to the entire world. This, Ryan thinks, is what he dreamt about back home in Vegas when it was just him and Spencer and a vague idea of forming a band and traveling the world playing songs that they’d written. And this is what he’d hoped could one day happen when they met Brendon and when Jon joined and completed them. And now, looking across the stage and seeing Jon smiling back at him, and knowing that Spencer is just behind him, ready to keep the beat running between them like he always does, and feeling Brendon press a kiss to his cheek, and knowing that there’ll be more, so much more than just a kiss when they get off stage, Ryan couldn’t be happier. Because he knows he’s one of the few lucky people who get to live out their dreams.
For foxxcub
my last night home is
first night nervous
take me over
remember all this till then
[Jon/Spencer]
Spencer hates the last night of touring. While everyone around him is celebrating and planning their time off, all Spencer can think is: tomorrow morning, Jon will fly back to Chicago and Spencer will have to readjust to not having him around all day, and all night.
Every time Jon starts to packs his case Spencer wants to ask him to stay, but he never does. He keeps the words inside where they can’t be destroyed by a shake of Jon’s head and talk of family and missing Chicago and the life Jon leads there that doesn’t have Spencer in it.
So Spencer does what he always does, kisses Jon more fiercely, holds him a little tighter, digs his fingers a little harder into Jon’s hips, so that the fingertip bruises that blossom there will mean Jon is carrying a reminder of him when he leaves, drags out the night until the sweat is sliding from his skin onto Jon’s and they’re both wound so tight it feels like Spencer will shatter when he comes, and all the while he’s thinking, "stay here, with me."
Spencer only realizes he’s said it out loud when Jon smiles at him and says, "okay."
For mintyfiend, not from the lyrics meme but I’m gonna post it here anyway. Based on this quote from Spencer: Right now I am learning how to play piano.
[Spencer/Brendon]
Spencer isn’t sure what made him ask Brendon to teach him piano. Okay, that’s not entirely true. Spencer knows exactly why he asked and it had very little to do with wanting to expand his musical abilities, because it’s not like he can play the piano when they’re on stage, not when there’s a drum kit in front of him begging to be beaten into submission. But what it did have a lot to do with is the way Brendon looks when he’s playing piano.
Like how Brendon is so focused on the music, and the way his hands glide over the keys, and how Brendon gets so lost in the act of playing in a way that he doesn’t quite get when he’s got a guitar or just a microphone in his hands.
Because maybe Spencer has spent a lot of time watching Brendon when he plays piano and wondering what it would be like to have all that attention, all that focus, directed towards him. Which is why one day when they were just fooling around in the rehearsal space he’d, without really thinking about what he was saying, blurted out that maybe he’d like to learn the piano and could Brendon show him how to play.
It had been worth it though, because Brendon had full-on beamed at him and dragged Spencer straight to the piano and sat him down on the stool and started telling him where to place his hands and what keys were what notes and how it was going to be awesome and he couldn’t wait to start teaching Spencer to play.
And it’s still worth it now, even though practicing scales and arpeggios is possibly the most boring thing ever in the history of the universe, and despite the fact that Spencer hasn’t graduated much beyond playing nursery rhymes (and he uses ‘playing’ in its loosest sense) and that chopsticks is about the only thing he can play with any confidence.
Because Spencer knows now what it’s like to have all of Brendon’s attention focused on him and he really likes how Brendon stands just behind him the whole time, ready to lean over and tap the tops of Spencer’s hands when he lets his wrists drop a little too low, or rest a soothing hand on Spencer’s shoulder when he gets frustrated at hitting the wrong note or forgetting how a scale goes. Or how sometimes, Brendon sits beside him on the stool, that’s not really big enough for two but that they squeeze onto anyway, and shows Spencer a really simple series of notes and has him play them while Brendon plays something complicated and beautiful over the top. Spencer thinks he likes those lessons the best.