Fic: Agreeing On the Things That Matter
It's entirely possible that it took me longer to decide on the title and formatting of the header than it did to actually write this. I will never tell. Just a little ridiculous fluff while I try to work on not being pretentious...
Title: Agreeing On the Things That Matter
Author: DF
Fandom: Panic at the Disco
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
Summary: "It's a terrible idea," Spencer states, before Ryan can even say anything. "I know."
"It's a terrible idea," Spencer states, before Ryan can even say anything. "I know."
"Actually," Ryan begins, his voice mild, "that's not what I was going to say." He crosses one leg over the other and folds his hands over his knee, the perfect picture of a gentleman. It's wasted on Spencer, of course, who learned to ignore Ryan's posturing a long time ago.
"I know, you've got better adjectives than terrible," Spencer says, rolling his eyes. "Whatever, it -"
"I don't think it's a bad idea," Ryan interrupts. Interrupting usually garners at least a glare from Spencer, but Ryan considers it his right as a best friend.
Spencer stares at him. "What the fuck are you talking about? Of course it's a bad idea! It's a terrible idea! It could ruin the band!"
"You won't let it," Ryan says confidently. "None of us will. What's going to ruin the band is the stupid sexual tension thing you two have going on here. Jon and I are going to go crazy, and the band will never survive if the guitarist and the bassist are both insane."
"Oh yeah? What if the singer and the drummer break up and stop speaking to each other?" Spencer demands. "Insanity I can handle, we're around enough of it all the time."
"You're not going to break up," Ryan tells him, dropping his hands and leaning back against the sofa arm. His neck scarf is slightly off-center; it's kind of bothering Spencer. "I'm pretty sure you're ridiculously in love with each other."
Spence gives into the temptation and straightens out Ryan's kerchief. Scarf, bandanna, whatever the hell it is. "Look, I know you're all happy and in love with Keltie, but that doesn't mean that everyone else is," he says, frowning slightly. "It's a terrible idea. Admit it."
"What's a terrible idea, Smith?" Brendon waltzes in the door in his usual way, smiling brightly.
"Your mom, when she decided to have you," Spencer retorts, smirking. Ryan rolls his eyes.
"Aw, Spencer, you know you'd miss me if I wasn't here," Brendon says, pouting exaggeratedly.
"You wouldn't ever have existed, so no, not really."
"Your soul would know," Brendon insists, and Spencer laughs.
"Yes. My soul would pine horribly for you, Brendon, and then it would see a really hot soul passing by on the street and forget all about you." He grins at Brendon.
"Deny it all you want, Smith," Brendon tells him loftily, his chin in the air. He drops the pretense to ask, "Hey, you guys seen Jon?"
"Downstairs," Ryan says bemusedly. "He said something about getting a beer."
Brendon nods and waltzes back out of the room, forgetting to close the door behind him. Spencer watches his back disappear down the stairs.
"It's a terrible idea," he says, when he can't even see the top of Brendon's head anymore. Ryan just sighs.
*
"It's a terrible idea," Brendon tells Jon as soon as he walks into the kitchen, leaning back against the counter and crossing his arms over his chest.
"What? Oh," Jon says, searching through a drawer for a bottle opener. His beer is sitting on the counter next to Brendon, beads of condensation sliding down the glass and onto the granite. "Dude, it's not that complicated."
"It's just a terrible idea," Brendon says, nodding. "Seriously."
Jon triumphantly pulls out the bottle opener. Spencer's kitchen is so much more organised than Ryan's. "The terrible idea," he says, lining the device up with the cap of his beer, "is never telling him and making me and Ryan put up with your guys' fucking flirting all the time."
"We don't flirt all the time!" Brendon protests, stealing Jon's beer just as the top flies off.
"Right," Jon says skeptically, retrieving the errant bottle cap and tossing it in what he's pretty sure is the recycling. "You definitely don't talk to me or Ryan like you talk to Spencer."
"Maybe I just don't like you enough," Brendon tells him, taking a second sip of the beer out of spite. Jon just laughs and reclaims the bottle, pulling it out of Brendon's hand.
"Exactly," he says, looking at Brendon meaningfully.
"What - okay, seriously. Look, I like him. That doesn't make it any less of a terrible idea."
"What's a terrible idea?" Spencer asks as he wanders in, Ryan trailing behind him.
"The beard," Brendon replies immediately, his face straight. "I keep on telling you, there's a razor with your name on it, Spence."
"I thought you liked the beard burn," Spencer says innocently.
Jon and Ryan look at each other exasperatedly.
"Are you saying I like it rough?" Brendon asks, trying to sound horrified. The shocked hand in front of his mouth isn't quite hiding his smile, though. "Why, Spencer!"
"Oh, god," Ryan groans. "I'm going home. Keltie and I are seeing a movie."
Spencer looks at him. "Have fun."
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Brendon snickers.
"And what wouldn't you do?" Spencer asks, raising his eyebrows.
"I'm leaving, too," Jon interrupts, trying not to laugh. "Cassie wanted me to call her."
"Yeah, okay," Brendon says, waving his hand. "Walk you to the door?"
They all go, Brendon and Spencer watching as Ryan and Jon slide out the door and into the glow of a streetlight. They bump shoulder as they walk to their cars, turning back one last time to wave at Brendon and Spencer.
"I guess I should go, too," Brendon says, absently kicking the door shut behind him and turning around, surprised, when he hears it click into place. "Oops."
"I guess so," Spencer says, taking a small step forward.
Brendon shifts so that his back isn't against the doorknob. "Wouldn't want to stay too long."
"Yeah, I can only stand you for short periods of time," Spencer says. Huh, he thinks distractedly. His hands have somehow planted themselves on the wall on either side of Brendon's head. That's funny.
"I figured," Brendon responds, angling his hips out so that they line up with Spencer's, just barely brushing. Spencer leans forward an inch and kisses him, pressing just enough to get Brendon to open his mouth. He bites Brendon's bottom lip lightly before diving forward again, closing his eyes as Brendon's hand curls around the back of his neck, fingers teasing the short, soft hair.
"Just so you know, this is a terrible idea," Spencer says as he pulls away.
Brendon's hand stays on Spencer's neck as he nods and says, "It really, really is," and then he tips his head forward and they're kissing again, Brendon sucking on Spencer's tongue for a moment before moving on, pressing a kiss to his chin and the corner of his mouth. Spencer impatiently presses their lips together again, one hand traveling down from the wall to the small of Brendon's back, tugging him in as Brendon's leg wraps around his waist.
"Bedroom?" Brendon asks as they break apart for air.
Spencer's already wondering how they can get there with the least amount of contact lost. "Bedroom," he agrees.
Title: Agreeing On the Things That Matter
Author: DF
Fandom: Panic at the Disco
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
Summary: "It's a terrible idea," Spencer states, before Ryan can even say anything. "I know."
"It's a terrible idea," Spencer states, before Ryan can even say anything. "I know."
"Actually," Ryan begins, his voice mild, "that's not what I was going to say." He crosses one leg over the other and folds his hands over his knee, the perfect picture of a gentleman. It's wasted on Spencer, of course, who learned to ignore Ryan's posturing a long time ago.
"I know, you've got better adjectives than terrible," Spencer says, rolling his eyes. "Whatever, it -"
"I don't think it's a bad idea," Ryan interrupts. Interrupting usually garners at least a glare from Spencer, but Ryan considers it his right as a best friend.
Spencer stares at him. "What the fuck are you talking about? Of course it's a bad idea! It's a terrible idea! It could ruin the band!"
"You won't let it," Ryan says confidently. "None of us will. What's going to ruin the band is the stupid sexual tension thing you two have going on here. Jon and I are going to go crazy, and the band will never survive if the guitarist and the bassist are both insane."
"Oh yeah? What if the singer and the drummer break up and stop speaking to each other?" Spencer demands. "Insanity I can handle, we're around enough of it all the time."
"You're not going to break up," Ryan tells him, dropping his hands and leaning back against the sofa arm. His neck scarf is slightly off-center; it's kind of bothering Spencer. "I'm pretty sure you're ridiculously in love with each other."
Spence gives into the temptation and straightens out Ryan's kerchief. Scarf, bandanna, whatever the hell it is. "Look, I know you're all happy and in love with Keltie, but that doesn't mean that everyone else is," he says, frowning slightly. "It's a terrible idea. Admit it."
"What's a terrible idea, Smith?" Brendon waltzes in the door in his usual way, smiling brightly.
"Your mom, when she decided to have you," Spencer retorts, smirking. Ryan rolls his eyes.
"Aw, Spencer, you know you'd miss me if I wasn't here," Brendon says, pouting exaggeratedly.
"You wouldn't ever have existed, so no, not really."
"Your soul would know," Brendon insists, and Spencer laughs.
"Yes. My soul would pine horribly for you, Brendon, and then it would see a really hot soul passing by on the street and forget all about you." He grins at Brendon.
"Deny it all you want, Smith," Brendon tells him loftily, his chin in the air. He drops the pretense to ask, "Hey, you guys seen Jon?"
"Downstairs," Ryan says bemusedly. "He said something about getting a beer."
Brendon nods and waltzes back out of the room, forgetting to close the door behind him. Spencer watches his back disappear down the stairs.
"It's a terrible idea," he says, when he can't even see the top of Brendon's head anymore. Ryan just sighs.
*
"It's a terrible idea," Brendon tells Jon as soon as he walks into the kitchen, leaning back against the counter and crossing his arms over his chest.
"What? Oh," Jon says, searching through a drawer for a bottle opener. His beer is sitting on the counter next to Brendon, beads of condensation sliding down the glass and onto the granite. "Dude, it's not that complicated."
"It's just a terrible idea," Brendon says, nodding. "Seriously."
Jon triumphantly pulls out the bottle opener. Spencer's kitchen is so much more organised than Ryan's. "The terrible idea," he says, lining the device up with the cap of his beer, "is never telling him and making me and Ryan put up with your guys' fucking flirting all the time."
"We don't flirt all the time!" Brendon protests, stealing Jon's beer just as the top flies off.
"Right," Jon says skeptically, retrieving the errant bottle cap and tossing it in what he's pretty sure is the recycling. "You definitely don't talk to me or Ryan like you talk to Spencer."
"Maybe I just don't like you enough," Brendon tells him, taking a second sip of the beer out of spite. Jon just laughs and reclaims the bottle, pulling it out of Brendon's hand.
"Exactly," he says, looking at Brendon meaningfully.
"What - okay, seriously. Look, I like him. That doesn't make it any less of a terrible idea."
"What's a terrible idea?" Spencer asks as he wanders in, Ryan trailing behind him.
"The beard," Brendon replies immediately, his face straight. "I keep on telling you, there's a razor with your name on it, Spence."
"I thought you liked the beard burn," Spencer says innocently.
Jon and Ryan look at each other exasperatedly.
"Are you saying I like it rough?" Brendon asks, trying to sound horrified. The shocked hand in front of his mouth isn't quite hiding his smile, though. "Why, Spencer!"
"Oh, god," Ryan groans. "I'm going home. Keltie and I are seeing a movie."
Spencer looks at him. "Have fun."
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Brendon snickers.
"And what wouldn't you do?" Spencer asks, raising his eyebrows.
"I'm leaving, too," Jon interrupts, trying not to laugh. "Cassie wanted me to call her."
"Yeah, okay," Brendon says, waving his hand. "Walk you to the door?"
They all go, Brendon and Spencer watching as Ryan and Jon slide out the door and into the glow of a streetlight. They bump shoulder as they walk to their cars, turning back one last time to wave at Brendon and Spencer.
"I guess I should go, too," Brendon says, absently kicking the door shut behind him and turning around, surprised, when he hears it click into place. "Oops."
"I guess so," Spencer says, taking a small step forward.
Brendon shifts so that his back isn't against the doorknob. "Wouldn't want to stay too long."
"Yeah, I can only stand you for short periods of time," Spencer says. Huh, he thinks distractedly. His hands have somehow planted themselves on the wall on either side of Brendon's head. That's funny.
"I figured," Brendon responds, angling his hips out so that they line up with Spencer's, just barely brushing. Spencer leans forward an inch and kisses him, pressing just enough to get Brendon to open his mouth. He bites Brendon's bottom lip lightly before diving forward again, closing his eyes as Brendon's hand curls around the back of his neck, fingers teasing the short, soft hair.
"Just so you know, this is a terrible idea," Spencer says as he pulls away.
Brendon's hand stays on Spencer's neck as he nods and says, "It really, really is," and then he tips his head forward and they're kissing again, Brendon sucking on Spencer's tongue for a moment before moving on, pressing a kiss to his chin and the corner of his mouth. Spencer impatiently presses their lips together again, one hand traveling down from the wall to the small of Brendon's back, tugging him in as Brendon's leg wraps around his waist.
"Bedroom?" Brendon asks as they break apart for air.
Spencer's already wondering how they can get there with the least amount of contact lost. "Bedroom," he agrees.