FIC: delirium [1/1]
delirium
jon/spencer || pg || short & unbetaed
vaguely related to the aug 04 07 picture prompt
delirium. that's what summer is, thinks spencer. delirium.
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summer has always been spencer's favorite season, and he knows why. it's the blissful, timewarp feeling of it. the heat, the water, the sweat, the listless happy hours next to the pool; it all floats by in a haze of carefree smiles and too-lazy-to-think days. spencer likes to lie on the back porch and sleep away each balmy afternoon, waiting for the sweet, apologetic sunsets.
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jon comes to visit, and spencer decides open up his pool. they spend the day floating around in the cool water, sucking on popsicles and laughing.
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late on a sunday afternoon, a thick storm comes roaring across the sky. spencer and jon (who's pretty much been living at spencer's recently) grab the towels that have been drying on the deck and run inside. thunder crashes around the house, and jon snaps picture after picture of the rolling storm through the windows of the master bedroom. spencer smiles and closes his eyes, letting the bed cocoon him. a little while later, spencer feels jon climb in next to him.
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little by little, the days get shorter and the air cools. leaves start to land in the swimming pool, and spencer regretfully drains the water out of it and pulls the tarp across the top. the hoodies in the bottom drawer of spencer's dresser gradually make their way back into circulation, and with them a feeling of retreat. jon decides to officially move into spencer's house, but that doesn't entail much- almost all of his belongings have migrated there already. mostly, jon just wants it to be real.
***
simple. that's what fall is, thinks spencer. simple.
jon/spencer || pg || short & unbetaed
vaguely related to the aug 04 07 picture prompt
delirium. that's what summer is, thinks spencer. delirium.
***
summer has always been spencer's favorite season, and he knows why. it's the blissful, timewarp feeling of it. the heat, the water, the sweat, the listless happy hours next to the pool; it all floats by in a haze of carefree smiles and too-lazy-to-think days. spencer likes to lie on the back porch and sleep away each balmy afternoon, waiting for the sweet, apologetic sunsets.
***
jon comes to visit, and spencer decides open up his pool. they spend the day floating around in the cool water, sucking on popsicles and laughing.
***
late on a sunday afternoon, a thick storm comes roaring across the sky. spencer and jon (who's pretty much been living at spencer's recently) grab the towels that have been drying on the deck and run inside. thunder crashes around the house, and jon snaps picture after picture of the rolling storm through the windows of the master bedroom. spencer smiles and closes his eyes, letting the bed cocoon him. a little while later, spencer feels jon climb in next to him.
***
little by little, the days get shorter and the air cools. leaves start to land in the swimming pool, and spencer regretfully drains the water out of it and pulls the tarp across the top. the hoodies in the bottom drawer of spencer's dresser gradually make their way back into circulation, and with them a feeling of retreat. jon decides to officially move into spencer's house, but that doesn't entail much- almost all of his belongings have migrated there already. mostly, jon just wants it to be real.
***
simple. that's what fall is, thinks spencer. simple.