Dragons (ficlet 10/?)
Title: Ficlet : Brendon Visits
Rating: Not Intended for Children (Some adult language)
Fandom: Bandom/Dragonriders of Pern crossover (posted for bandom_pern)
Pairings: Brendon/Shane, Bob/Spencer
Warnings: None
Words: 1920
Summary: Brendon visits Spencer.
Previous Ficlets in the Series: 1. Bob, 2. Spencer, 3. Brendon, 4. Brian, 5. Bob Again, 6. Greta, 7. Spencer Again, 8. Miloth, 9. Bob Once More.
Brendon Visits
Brendon threw his arms around Spencer’s neck, squeezing him and bouncing on the spot.
“Spencer, you look awful! Your face! It’s all fucked up. And your arm! Did it hurt? It really looks like it hurt a lot. Is the food here as awful as everyone says? How is Miloth, is she okay? I heard she had a broken wing. We’ve been so worried about you!”
He knew he should stop talking for a moment, and let Spencer answer at least one of his questions, but they had not heard a single thing from him since the accident. One message had arrived at the Weyr ten days ago, and then there’d been nothing more.
“Not even a note!”
Spencer stood patiently, allowing himself to be cuddled and squished. As soon as Brendon had to stop speaking again to suck in a breath, he mumbled, “I’m fine, Bden. I’m fine.”
Brendon didn’t really believe him, but didn’t disagree either.
Spencer smiled at him and then glanced back towards the doorway. He seemed to be short of breath, his face flushed and tinged pink on the cheeks.
“Did you run down the stairs?” Brendon crossed his arms. “You should not be running, Spencer! Not with a broken arm. Zack would so be giving you a lecture right now if he was here!”
“I didn’t run anywhere. How is Zack?” His eyes flicked over to the door again. Brendon could tell he was changing the subject. It was something that Spencer did a lot. It was really cute how he thought no one ever noticed, but Brendon let him get away with it.
“Zack is fine. Zack is always fine.”
Brendon craned his neck around to see if he could see what Spencer was looking at. There was nothing there.
“I missed you.”
Spencer’s patient smile softened into something warmer. “I was going to get the Harper to write to you, but… you know….” He shrugged and looked around the courtyard.
It was evident that a lot of work had been going on. There were piles of stone and building supplies, and Brendon could see that one wall looked completely new, the bright mortar stark between the rough stones. He tried to imagine an explosion big enough to cause all that damage, and shivered a little to realise that Spencer and Miloth had been caught up in it.
He looked over to where Dylanth was greeting Miloth. They had their faces close, and Dylanth’s wing was extended towards Miloth’s injured one. It looked so odd, all bandaged up, held away from her body. Shane was standing near his dragon, but his eyes were on Brendon. He noticed Brendon looking over and pushed away from the wall and strolled over to them.
“Hi Spencer. Good to see you, man.” He reached one hand up to curve around Brendon’s shoulder, and stretched the other out in greeting to Spencer. “So, hey, we went down to the Gather to find you. Dylanth was going to come and visit Miloth while we were down at the Hold.”
“Are they all awful? Didn’t you have anyone to go to the Gather with?” Brendon frowned at Spencer.
He was still distracted, looking over his shoulder, and up at the windows above the doorway. “Patrick said that Schechter was pretty cool and would make sure you were okay.”
“Schechter is great. Busy, but… he’s a good guy.” Now Spencer was looking from him to Shane and back again. Brendon knew that Spencer could tell that they were together, but he couldn’t think of a single reason for him to be upset about that in any way. There was something else. It wasn’t like he’d expected Spencer to weep with joy or anything, but he was all fidgety and hadn’t hugged back properly. It was almost like he didn’t want Brendon here.
He patted at Spencer’s injured arm.
“It’s okay, really,” Spencer reassured him. “I mean, the broken arm is a complete pain in the ass and I have been so fucking bored, but it’s not bad or anything.”
“Hey, so Bden,” Shane interrupted, “I think I’ll go down and find the Winemakers’ Tent. I can come back in a little while. Give you guys a chance to catch up for real. I’m sure things have been a bit lonely…” Brendon caught the little wink he gave Spencer and shoved at Shane with his shoulder. “What?” Shane protested. “Look at Miloth. She’s all over Dylanth. You must be climbing the walls, dude.”
Shane was really the most awesome sort-of-weyrmate ever. Brendon had been thrilled to take things further with him and Regan, but the timing of Spencer’s disappearance from the Weyr had pretty much sucked, leaving him no time to process it with him, get his opinion. Or even to have some ‘last time unless your dragon is in a mating flight’ sex. Mostly he’d just missed his friend, and on top of not knowing how badly hurt he’d been, the last week had definitely taken its toll.
Brendon leaned back into Shane for a moment, to say ‘thanks’ and ‘bye’. As he helped him to shrug back into his flying jacket he thought of something he hadn’t asked yet. “Hey! What about Bryar? Oh man, have you seen him up close, yet?”
Spencer’s eyes widened and he looked over his shoulder once more.
“Oh man. Is he scary? I heard he was fierce, dude.”
Spencer rolled his eyes and sighed. “No, Brendon. He’s not scary.” He hesitated. “Well, not to me… Look, Bryar is….”
“Bryar is what?” Brendon asked. He wondered what Spencer’s deal was.
Spencer opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted again by Shane, saying, “Bryar is here.”
“What?” Brendon leant over into Shane to look around Spencer and saw an intimidating guy, covered completely in dark clothes that seemed unseasonably warm, approaching them. He had a soft hat pulled down to his eyes, similar to the one that Shane often wore. Gingery-blond wisps of hair fanned out from the bottom.
Brendon looked back to Spencer, waiting for him to confirm that this was, in fact, the mysterious Bryar. Spencer's cheeks were pink and he was throwing his weight from one foot back to the other, and squirming a little.
Shane stepped forward and extended his arm to make a formal greeting.
“I'm Shane Valdez, Rider of brown Dylanth. It's good to see you again. I was just a weyrling last time I met you.”
Bryar mumbled a reply, withdrawing from the forearm grip and putting his hand back into his pocket. Shane didn't seem phased by the rudeness and continued to make conversation, mentioning people that they both knew from the Weyr.
Spencer was almost glaring at Shane. Of course, that could just mean he was worried. Sometimes it was difficult to tell the difference with Spencer. Something occurred to Brendon and he angled Spencer away from the other two.
“Is that where you were?” he hissed. “Were you with him? With Bob actual Bryar?”
“What do you mean with?” Spencer hissed back. “We were just...”
“I mean with with, and you are totally blushing!” Brendon grinned. “Way to go, Spence! Are you sleeping with him?”
“I wish,” muttered Spencer. “Your timing still sucks, Brendon!”
“Oh shit, do you mean we interrupted you? Right now?”
And wow, Bryar could glare as well as Spencer did.
“Um... I think he heard us.”
“Heard you, you mean.” Spencer switched his weight to the other foot.
Brendon stepped back, his arms hanging at his sides. “Sorry. I really didn't mean to...”
Spencer closed his eyes and breathed out a long, low whoosh.
After a moment his eyes opened and he caught Brendon's gaze, held it for a moment and then smiled. “I really am happy to see you. I've missed you.”
Brendon felt the smile settle into his chest and relaxed, returning the grin.
Spencer glanced over his shoulder again at Bryar and then dragged Brendon around to face him.
“Brendon, this is Bob Bryar, Craftmaster Smith--”
There was a hesitation, and Brendon recognised the expression that meant that Spencer was listening to Miloth.
“--and Rider of Dradineth.”
It was impossible to decipher what was happening inside Bryar's head at that moment, but it looked complicated. Miloth warbled behind them, breaking the tension. For a moment Brendon thought that Bryar had actually heard Miloth speak, when he ducked his head, glancing at Spencer from the corner of his eye.
Spencer continued, “And this is Brendon Urie, Journeyman Harper.”
Bryar nodded at Brendon. He didn't smile, or extend his arm in greeting, but he met Brendon's eye, and up close he didn't look so scary. Brendon leant into Spencer's side and muttered quietly, “Totally hot.”
He felt Spencer huff, and saw a little pink flush on Bryar's cheeks.
“I guess he heard us again, huh?”
Spencer grumbled at him, but didn't move away, which Brendon took as forgiveness.
“So, Winemakers' Tent? Gather?” Shane reminded them. “Bryar, you going to join us? Dylanth and I have to be back at the Weyr tonight. And it looks like Brendon will be coming home, too.” He turned and murmured without subtlety, “Since Spencer obviously won't be needing the company.”
Spencer wasn't looking at Bryar, so he missed seeing his jaw tighten slightly at the quip. He seemed to be leaving Bryar room to say yes or no, but Brendon knew him well enough to know that he was trying not to look hopeful. After a moment of silence, Spencer hitched a smile onto his face and turned to Shane.
“Miloth can't fly yet, so is it okay if I catch a ride?”
“Of course--”
“You can walk with me. If you like.” Bryar looked for a moment as if he regretted speaking, but included them all in his invitation. “It's not that far down to the hold. I could do with some exercise.”
Brendon watched Spencer bite his lip and then smile for real. It was an obviously lame excuse. Brendon wasn't sure if it was to avoid them or the dragon but Spencer seemed happy at the prospect of stretching his legs, and even surprised that Bryar hadn't disappeared at the first opportunity.
“Sounds good to me. Shane, Brendon? You going to slum it down here on the ground?”
Shane would be happy to go with whatever he wanted, so Brendon leant forward and rested his cheek on Spencer's shoulder. “You know I can't turn down a chance to go on dragonback. See you there.” It felt oddly like a farewell, even though they were going to be seeing each other in a few short moments.
As Dylanth sprang from the ground, massive legs pushing them easily into the air, Brendon looked down and saw Spencer and Bob still standing in the courtyard, staring at each other.
He chuckled to himself in disbelief that Spencer had not only met but, from all appearances, seduced the mythical Bob Bryar. And he was going to be grounded at the Smithcraft Hall for another two sevendayss. In two sevendays anything could happen.
At least it would keep Spencer from getting bored.
next
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Thankyou to maple_mahogany for the read through and to barmy_bunk for the beta.
Disclaimer: The Pern universe and the world, creatures and customs that belong to it remain the intellectual property of Anne McCaffrey, and the characters referenced in this piece are fictional representations of real people. No offense or infringement is intended, and no profit is being made.
Rating: Not Intended for Children (Some adult language)
Fandom: Bandom/Dragonriders of Pern crossover (posted for bandom_pern)
Pairings: Brendon/Shane, Bob/Spencer
Warnings: None
Words: 1920
Summary: Brendon visits Spencer.
Previous Ficlets in the Series: 1. Bob, 2. Spencer, 3. Brendon, 4. Brian, 5. Bob Again, 6. Greta, 7. Spencer Again, 8. Miloth, 9. Bob Once More.
Brendon Visits
Brendon threw his arms around Spencer’s neck, squeezing him and bouncing on the spot.
“Spencer, you look awful! Your face! It’s all fucked up. And your arm! Did it hurt? It really looks like it hurt a lot. Is the food here as awful as everyone says? How is Miloth, is she okay? I heard she had a broken wing. We’ve been so worried about you!”
He knew he should stop talking for a moment, and let Spencer answer at least one of his questions, but they had not heard a single thing from him since the accident. One message had arrived at the Weyr ten days ago, and then there’d been nothing more.
“Not even a note!”
Spencer stood patiently, allowing himself to be cuddled and squished. As soon as Brendon had to stop speaking again to suck in a breath, he mumbled, “I’m fine, Bden. I’m fine.”
Brendon didn’t really believe him, but didn’t disagree either.
Spencer smiled at him and then glanced back towards the doorway. He seemed to be short of breath, his face flushed and tinged pink on the cheeks.
“Did you run down the stairs?” Brendon crossed his arms. “You should not be running, Spencer! Not with a broken arm. Zack would so be giving you a lecture right now if he was here!”
“I didn’t run anywhere. How is Zack?” His eyes flicked over to the door again. Brendon could tell he was changing the subject. It was something that Spencer did a lot. It was really cute how he thought no one ever noticed, but Brendon let him get away with it.
“Zack is fine. Zack is always fine.”
Brendon craned his neck around to see if he could see what Spencer was looking at. There was nothing there.
“I missed you.”
Spencer’s patient smile softened into something warmer. “I was going to get the Harper to write to you, but… you know….” He shrugged and looked around the courtyard.
It was evident that a lot of work had been going on. There were piles of stone and building supplies, and Brendon could see that one wall looked completely new, the bright mortar stark between the rough stones. He tried to imagine an explosion big enough to cause all that damage, and shivered a little to realise that Spencer and Miloth had been caught up in it.
He looked over to where Dylanth was greeting Miloth. They had their faces close, and Dylanth’s wing was extended towards Miloth’s injured one. It looked so odd, all bandaged up, held away from her body. Shane was standing near his dragon, but his eyes were on Brendon. He noticed Brendon looking over and pushed away from the wall and strolled over to them.
“Hi Spencer. Good to see you, man.” He reached one hand up to curve around Brendon’s shoulder, and stretched the other out in greeting to Spencer. “So, hey, we went down to the Gather to find you. Dylanth was going to come and visit Miloth while we were down at the Hold.”
“Are they all awful? Didn’t you have anyone to go to the Gather with?” Brendon frowned at Spencer.
He was still distracted, looking over his shoulder, and up at the windows above the doorway. “Patrick said that Schechter was pretty cool and would make sure you were okay.”
“Schechter is great. Busy, but… he’s a good guy.” Now Spencer was looking from him to Shane and back again. Brendon knew that Spencer could tell that they were together, but he couldn’t think of a single reason for him to be upset about that in any way. There was something else. It wasn’t like he’d expected Spencer to weep with joy or anything, but he was all fidgety and hadn’t hugged back properly. It was almost like he didn’t want Brendon here.
He patted at Spencer’s injured arm.
“It’s okay, really,” Spencer reassured him. “I mean, the broken arm is a complete pain in the ass and I have been so fucking bored, but it’s not bad or anything.”
“Hey, so Bden,” Shane interrupted, “I think I’ll go down and find the Winemakers’ Tent. I can come back in a little while. Give you guys a chance to catch up for real. I’m sure things have been a bit lonely…” Brendon caught the little wink he gave Spencer and shoved at Shane with his shoulder. “What?” Shane protested. “Look at Miloth. She’s all over Dylanth. You must be climbing the walls, dude.”
Shane was really the most awesome sort-of-weyrmate ever. Brendon had been thrilled to take things further with him and Regan, but the timing of Spencer’s disappearance from the Weyr had pretty much sucked, leaving him no time to process it with him, get his opinion. Or even to have some ‘last time unless your dragon is in a mating flight’ sex. Mostly he’d just missed his friend, and on top of not knowing how badly hurt he’d been, the last week had definitely taken its toll.
Brendon leaned back into Shane for a moment, to say ‘thanks’ and ‘bye’. As he helped him to shrug back into his flying jacket he thought of something he hadn’t asked yet. “Hey! What about Bryar? Oh man, have you seen him up close, yet?”
Spencer’s eyes widened and he looked over his shoulder once more.
“Oh man. Is he scary? I heard he was fierce, dude.”
Spencer rolled his eyes and sighed. “No, Brendon. He’s not scary.” He hesitated. “Well, not to me… Look, Bryar is….”
“Bryar is what?” Brendon asked. He wondered what Spencer’s deal was.
Spencer opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted again by Shane, saying, “Bryar is here.”
“What?” Brendon leant over into Shane to look around Spencer and saw an intimidating guy, covered completely in dark clothes that seemed unseasonably warm, approaching them. He had a soft hat pulled down to his eyes, similar to the one that Shane often wore. Gingery-blond wisps of hair fanned out from the bottom.
Brendon looked back to Spencer, waiting for him to confirm that this was, in fact, the mysterious Bryar. Spencer's cheeks were pink and he was throwing his weight from one foot back to the other, and squirming a little.
Shane stepped forward and extended his arm to make a formal greeting.
“I'm Shane Valdez, Rider of brown Dylanth. It's good to see you again. I was just a weyrling last time I met you.”
Bryar mumbled a reply, withdrawing from the forearm grip and putting his hand back into his pocket. Shane didn't seem phased by the rudeness and continued to make conversation, mentioning people that they both knew from the Weyr.
Spencer was almost glaring at Shane. Of course, that could just mean he was worried. Sometimes it was difficult to tell the difference with Spencer. Something occurred to Brendon and he angled Spencer away from the other two.
“Is that where you were?” he hissed. “Were you with him? With Bob actual Bryar?”
“What do you mean with?” Spencer hissed back. “We were just...”
“I mean with with, and you are totally blushing!” Brendon grinned. “Way to go, Spence! Are you sleeping with him?”
“I wish,” muttered Spencer. “Your timing still sucks, Brendon!”
“Oh shit, do you mean we interrupted you? Right now?”
And wow, Bryar could glare as well as Spencer did.
“Um... I think he heard us.”
“Heard you, you mean.” Spencer switched his weight to the other foot.
Brendon stepped back, his arms hanging at his sides. “Sorry. I really didn't mean to...”
Spencer closed his eyes and breathed out a long, low whoosh.
After a moment his eyes opened and he caught Brendon's gaze, held it for a moment and then smiled. “I really am happy to see you. I've missed you.”
Brendon felt the smile settle into his chest and relaxed, returning the grin.
Spencer glanced over his shoulder again at Bryar and then dragged Brendon around to face him.
“Brendon, this is Bob Bryar, Craftmaster Smith--”
There was a hesitation, and Brendon recognised the expression that meant that Spencer was listening to Miloth.
“--and Rider of Dradineth.”
It was impossible to decipher what was happening inside Bryar's head at that moment, but it looked complicated. Miloth warbled behind them, breaking the tension. For a moment Brendon thought that Bryar had actually heard Miloth speak, when he ducked his head, glancing at Spencer from the corner of his eye.
Spencer continued, “And this is Brendon Urie, Journeyman Harper.”
Bryar nodded at Brendon. He didn't smile, or extend his arm in greeting, but he met Brendon's eye, and up close he didn't look so scary. Brendon leant into Spencer's side and muttered quietly, “Totally hot.”
He felt Spencer huff, and saw a little pink flush on Bryar's cheeks.
“I guess he heard us again, huh?”
Spencer grumbled at him, but didn't move away, which Brendon took as forgiveness.
“So, Winemakers' Tent? Gather?” Shane reminded them. “Bryar, you going to join us? Dylanth and I have to be back at the Weyr tonight. And it looks like Brendon will be coming home, too.” He turned and murmured without subtlety, “Since Spencer obviously won't be needing the company.”
Spencer wasn't looking at Bryar, so he missed seeing his jaw tighten slightly at the quip. He seemed to be leaving Bryar room to say yes or no, but Brendon knew him well enough to know that he was trying not to look hopeful. After a moment of silence, Spencer hitched a smile onto his face and turned to Shane.
“Miloth can't fly yet, so is it okay if I catch a ride?”
“Of course--”
“You can walk with me. If you like.” Bryar looked for a moment as if he regretted speaking, but included them all in his invitation. “It's not that far down to the hold. I could do with some exercise.”
Brendon watched Spencer bite his lip and then smile for real. It was an obviously lame excuse. Brendon wasn't sure if it was to avoid them or the dragon but Spencer seemed happy at the prospect of stretching his legs, and even surprised that Bryar hadn't disappeared at the first opportunity.
“Sounds good to me. Shane, Brendon? You going to slum it down here on the ground?”
Shane would be happy to go with whatever he wanted, so Brendon leant forward and rested his cheek on Spencer's shoulder. “You know I can't turn down a chance to go on dragonback. See you there.” It felt oddly like a farewell, even though they were going to be seeing each other in a few short moments.
As Dylanth sprang from the ground, massive legs pushing them easily into the air, Brendon looked down and saw Spencer and Bob still standing in the courtyard, staring at each other.
He chuckled to himself in disbelief that Spencer had not only met but, from all appearances, seduced the mythical Bob Bryar. And he was going to be grounded at the Smithcraft Hall for another two sevendayss. In two sevendays anything could happen.
At least it would keep Spencer from getting bored.
next
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Thankyou to maple_mahogany for the read through and to barmy_bunk for the beta.
Disclaimer: The Pern universe and the world, creatures and customs that belong to it remain the intellectual property of Anne McCaffrey, and the characters referenced in this piece are fictional representations of real people. No offense or infringement is intended, and no profit is being made.