Fic: Sweet Kissing in the Moonlight
Title: Sweet Kissing in the Moonlight
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
Rating: Pg-13
POV: Third
Wordcount: 632
Disclaimer: Not real, as far as I know at least.
A/N: Since I haven't finished the time travel fic in time for redorchids birthday today, she gets this cut-out scene from it. I was just writing notes on the background story and somehow the notes turned into this when I thought about how Brendon and Spencer's first kiss happened. So, yeah, it's not much, just a little fluff. Happy Birthday! :)
They're sitting in the back around the bonfire, having a few beers and sharing a joint. The sun has just started to set, sinking slowly behind the mountain. It's been a stressful day for all of them. Brendon and Ryan disagreeing about everything, which had led to a lot of fighting and screaming. Spencer and Jon had tried to keep some peace and figure out compromises but in the end all four of them had been pissed off and no music had been made. The only thing they all had agreed on was to fuck it all and get wasted. By now the tension had seeped out with the smoke and the earlier hours of the day forgotten.
“How come the two of you've never kissed?” Ryan asks, raising his eyebrows suggestively towards Brendon and Spencer, before he takes a hit and passes the joint off to Jon, “It's not like you haven't danced the tongue-tango with both of us before,” Ryan sways a loose hand in the general direction of himself and Jon, giggling before he's even finished with the sentence, a certain sign that the drugs has taken a hold of him. Spencer sends Ryan an icy stare before he glances over at Brendon, who has found something very interesting to look at on the ground.
Ryan ignores the message Spencer's trying to convey and keeps going. “You should just do it. I mean, it's only a kiss, it's only a kiss”. More giggles escape from his mouth, making Ryan fall off the tree stump he's sitting on.
“Dude, did you just quote the Killers?” Jon laughingly ask, but all he gets is another fit of giggles from the pile that's Ryan on the ground. “I take that as a yes,” Jon says before he takes another swig of his beer.
“We're not going to kiss,” Spencer says firmly, “but I'm getting another beer. Anyone else want one while I'm up?” He gets a chorus of yeses, and when he passes Brendon on his way inside, their eyes meet and Spencer doesn't know if he imagining it but he could swear that he sees disappointment in Brendon's eyes.
-
The sun is long gone, as are the beers and the weed, and the bonfire is about to die out. Ryan and Jon disappeared inside a while ago to work on a song, inspiration striking suddenly and after the struggles earlier they couldn't deny the opportunity. And according to Ryan, all bands need a song that has been written while high. No one felt the need to point out that they had already written a few of those during their stay at the cabin.
Spencer is lying on his back in the grass, gazing up at the starlit sky. He can feel the warmth from Brendon's body where their arms touch slightly. Spencer is more than just buzzed, some of the stars in the sky are even spinning when he looks at them. They make some very interesting patterns and he gets slightly distracted by them, which is why he's answers Brendon's question without thinking first.
“Why didn't you kiss me earlier?” Brendon has propped himself up on his elbow and is turned towards Spencer. “Because I wanted to,” slips out between Spencer's lips before he can stop himself.
“Yeah, 'cause that really makes sense Spence,” Brendon says dryly.
“Yeah, I know,”, Spencer sighs and closes his eyes. Spinning stars and this conversation is not a good combination. “I just don't want to mess things up, okay?”.
Spencer hears the grass rustle as Brendon moves.
“It won't,” spoken in a soft, hot breath over his lips is all the warning Spencer gets before Brendon capture them with his.
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
Rating: Pg-13
POV: Third
Wordcount: 632
Disclaimer: Not real, as far as I know at least.
A/N: Since I haven't finished the time travel fic in time for redorchids birthday today, she gets this cut-out scene from it. I was just writing notes on the background story and somehow the notes turned into this when I thought about how Brendon and Spencer's first kiss happened. So, yeah, it's not much, just a little fluff. Happy Birthday! :)
They're sitting in the back around the bonfire, having a few beers and sharing a joint. The sun has just started to set, sinking slowly behind the mountain. It's been a stressful day for all of them. Brendon and Ryan disagreeing about everything, which had led to a lot of fighting and screaming. Spencer and Jon had tried to keep some peace and figure out compromises but in the end all four of them had been pissed off and no music had been made. The only thing they all had agreed on was to fuck it all and get wasted. By now the tension had seeped out with the smoke and the earlier hours of the day forgotten.
“How come the two of you've never kissed?” Ryan asks, raising his eyebrows suggestively towards Brendon and Spencer, before he takes a hit and passes the joint off to Jon, “It's not like you haven't danced the tongue-tango with both of us before,” Ryan sways a loose hand in the general direction of himself and Jon, giggling before he's even finished with the sentence, a certain sign that the drugs has taken a hold of him. Spencer sends Ryan an icy stare before he glances over at Brendon, who has found something very interesting to look at on the ground.
Ryan ignores the message Spencer's trying to convey and keeps going. “You should just do it. I mean, it's only a kiss, it's only a kiss”. More giggles escape from his mouth, making Ryan fall off the tree stump he's sitting on.
“Dude, did you just quote the Killers?” Jon laughingly ask, but all he gets is another fit of giggles from the pile that's Ryan on the ground. “I take that as a yes,” Jon says before he takes another swig of his beer.
“We're not going to kiss,” Spencer says firmly, “but I'm getting another beer. Anyone else want one while I'm up?” He gets a chorus of yeses, and when he passes Brendon on his way inside, their eyes meet and Spencer doesn't know if he imagining it but he could swear that he sees disappointment in Brendon's eyes.
-
The sun is long gone, as are the beers and the weed, and the bonfire is about to die out. Ryan and Jon disappeared inside a while ago to work on a song, inspiration striking suddenly and after the struggles earlier they couldn't deny the opportunity. And according to Ryan, all bands need a song that has been written while high. No one felt the need to point out that they had already written a few of those during their stay at the cabin.
Spencer is lying on his back in the grass, gazing up at the starlit sky. He can feel the warmth from Brendon's body where their arms touch slightly. Spencer is more than just buzzed, some of the stars in the sky are even spinning when he looks at them. They make some very interesting patterns and he gets slightly distracted by them, which is why he's answers Brendon's question without thinking first.
“Why didn't you kiss me earlier?” Brendon has propped himself up on his elbow and is turned towards Spencer. “Because I wanted to,” slips out between Spencer's lips before he can stop himself.
“Yeah, 'cause that really makes sense Spence,” Brendon says dryly.
“Yeah, I know,”, Spencer sighs and closes his eyes. Spinning stars and this conversation is not a good combination. “I just don't want to mess things up, okay?”.
Spencer hears the grass rustle as Brendon moves.
“It won't,” spoken in a soft, hot breath over his lips is all the warning Spencer gets before Brendon capture them with his.