Dance, dance
Title: Dance, dance
Author: alles_luege
Pairing: Spencer/ Steve Forrest
Rating: PG -13
Summary: Spencer is not amused that Steve wants to go hang out with Pete at A&K's, but he goes anyway.
“He's from California,” Spencer says waving his hand and Pete laughs out loud.
Warning(s): none
Author’s Notes: Sequel to Come lay with me 'cause I'm on fire. Title by Fall out Boy.
Word Count: 746
Beta: tygermine
Disclaimer: Don’t know, don’t own, not real.
“So, I've met Pete,” Steve says out of the blue. Spencer looks up from the Rolling Stone he is reading on Steve's couch.
“Yeah?” he asks. But he isn't really interested.
“Yeah. EMA's?”
“Right,” Spencer answers. He isn't particularly interested in what Steve thinks about Pete, or what they did after the after-show party. Most likely an after-show-after party or something ridiculous like that. He knows Pete.
“ He is pretty cool,” Steve says, and of course Spencer knew that. Thank you very much. You can have a really good time with Pete. He remembers Brendon's last birthday very well. He doesn't remember much after three a.m. though.
“He is,” he answers. He really would rather read than have this conversation with Steve.
“He said we should hang out some time,” Steve says.
“You want to hang out with Pete?” Because; what?
“Sure, why not?” Steve asks. Spencer has a few answers to this one, some very good ones as well, but he holds his tongue.
“Brendon will be there as well,” he says instead, and doesn't say that there is a big chance that the rest of the damn label will be as well.
Steve keeps quiet and Spencer mentally shrugs before going back to reading his magazine.
~+~
Spencer just knows that as soon as Pete can grab Steve and drag him somewhere quiet, the interrogation will begin and he isn't ready for the whole world to know.
Steve fits in pretty well, but he is from California, Spencer thinks a bit irritated. If he couldn't, who could?
His brooding is interrupted by Brendon flopping gracelessly onto the couch he is sitting on. Some of his drink spills onto Spencer's new t-shirt, well Steve's new t-shirt Spencer borrowed. Because Spencer is a fucking sap. (Also he would punch anyone who said that out loud to his stupid face.)
“He is cool,” Brendon says, and Spencer tries not to read anything into that statement. Steve is cool.
“He is from California,” Spencer answers and Brendon laughs out loud. Spencer can feel him shake beside him. It feels nice.
“Yeah, he is...” Brendon begins, he is looking at something near the entrance and Spencer follows his gaze. It's no real surprise to see Ryan at A&K's but it still makes Spencer's stomach tighten.
“Go over and say hi...” Spencer says, Brendon shakes his head. “Don't be stupid, Brendon.”
“I'm not,” Brendon answers stubbornly.
“Brendon.”
“He is talking to Steve anyway...” Brendon says. Something like jealousy flares up inside Spencer. It's so stupid, really, he thinks. They're just talking. Ryan probably doesn't even know who Steve is. “It doesn't mean anything,” Brendon adds.
“I know,” Spencer answers too sharply.
“Okay,” Brendon says, taking another sip from his drink and then passing it over to Spencer. It's something ridiculously pink. Spencer takes it with a short nod of thanks and stares at Steve talking to his former guitarist. Brendon a comforting presence beside him.
~+~
“So, you're friends with Placebo's new drummer,” Pete says, Brendon makes room on the small couch for Pete.
“Yeah, I am.”
“He is pretty...cool.” Pete says.
“He said that about you as well,” Spencer says, he didn't miss the short pause Pete made, but he doesn't think it would be a good idea to acknowledge it.
“He is a bright kid,” Pete answers, he sounds satisfied.
“He's from California,” Spencer says waving his hand and Pete laughs out loud. It’s become his default answer to anything regarding Steve.
“Heard he took you surfing...and you're from the fucking desert,” Pete says.
“Yeah, he did. He’s…”
“From California,” Steve says above him and Spencer looks up smiling. He just can't help it. He can see Pete's speculative look, but he doesn't care right now. “Wanna dance?”
“Oh, Spencer doesn't do dancing...” Brendon says.
“Yeah? Like surfing?” Steve wants to know. There is something in his eyes. A hidden dare. Spencer crosses his arms demonstratively over his chest. “Do I need to make you?” Steve asks, it sends a slight shiver down Spencer's spine. Pete grins.
“Shut the fuck up,” Spencer says to Pete (he has of course not much hope that Pete will - in general that is, but maybe just for that one night), but gets up, taking Steve's hand.
~end~
Author: alles_luege
Pairing: Spencer/ Steve Forrest
Rating: PG -13
Summary: Spencer is not amused that Steve wants to go hang out with Pete at A&K's, but he goes anyway.
“He's from California,” Spencer says waving his hand and Pete laughs out loud.
Warning(s): none
Author’s Notes: Sequel to Come lay with me 'cause I'm on fire. Title by Fall out Boy.
Word Count: 746
Beta: tygermine
Disclaimer: Don’t know, don’t own, not real.
“So, I've met Pete,” Steve says out of the blue. Spencer looks up from the Rolling Stone he is reading on Steve's couch.
“Yeah?” he asks. But he isn't really interested.
“Yeah. EMA's?”
“Right,” Spencer answers. He isn't particularly interested in what Steve thinks about Pete, or what they did after the after-show party. Most likely an after-show-after party or something ridiculous like that. He knows Pete.
“ He is pretty cool,” Steve says, and of course Spencer knew that. Thank you very much. You can have a really good time with Pete. He remembers Brendon's last birthday very well. He doesn't remember much after three a.m. though.
“He is,” he answers. He really would rather read than have this conversation with Steve.
“He said we should hang out some time,” Steve says.
“You want to hang out with Pete?” Because; what?
“Sure, why not?” Steve asks. Spencer has a few answers to this one, some very good ones as well, but he holds his tongue.
“Brendon will be there as well,” he says instead, and doesn't say that there is a big chance that the rest of the damn label will be as well.
Steve keeps quiet and Spencer mentally shrugs before going back to reading his magazine.
~+~
Spencer just knows that as soon as Pete can grab Steve and drag him somewhere quiet, the interrogation will begin and he isn't ready for the whole world to know.
Steve fits in pretty well, but he is from California, Spencer thinks a bit irritated. If he couldn't, who could?
His brooding is interrupted by Brendon flopping gracelessly onto the couch he is sitting on. Some of his drink spills onto Spencer's new t-shirt, well Steve's new t-shirt Spencer borrowed. Because Spencer is a fucking sap. (Also he would punch anyone who said that out loud to his stupid face.)
“He is cool,” Brendon says, and Spencer tries not to read anything into that statement. Steve is cool.
“He is from California,” Spencer answers and Brendon laughs out loud. Spencer can feel him shake beside him. It feels nice.
“Yeah, he is...” Brendon begins, he is looking at something near the entrance and Spencer follows his gaze. It's no real surprise to see Ryan at A&K's but it still makes Spencer's stomach tighten.
“Go over and say hi...” Spencer says, Brendon shakes his head. “Don't be stupid, Brendon.”
“I'm not,” Brendon answers stubbornly.
“Brendon.”
“He is talking to Steve anyway...” Brendon says. Something like jealousy flares up inside Spencer. It's so stupid, really, he thinks. They're just talking. Ryan probably doesn't even know who Steve is. “It doesn't mean anything,” Brendon adds.
“I know,” Spencer answers too sharply.
“Okay,” Brendon says, taking another sip from his drink and then passing it over to Spencer. It's something ridiculously pink. Spencer takes it with a short nod of thanks and stares at Steve talking to his former guitarist. Brendon a comforting presence beside him.
~+~
“So, you're friends with Placebo's new drummer,” Pete says, Brendon makes room on the small couch for Pete.
“Yeah, I am.”
“He is pretty...cool.” Pete says.
“He said that about you as well,” Spencer says, he didn't miss the short pause Pete made, but he doesn't think it would be a good idea to acknowledge it.
“He is a bright kid,” Pete answers, he sounds satisfied.
“He's from California,” Spencer says waving his hand and Pete laughs out loud. It’s become his default answer to anything regarding Steve.
“Heard he took you surfing...and you're from the fucking desert,” Pete says.
“Yeah, he did. He’s…”
“From California,” Steve says above him and Spencer looks up smiling. He just can't help it. He can see Pete's speculative look, but he doesn't care right now. “Wanna dance?”
“Oh, Spencer doesn't do dancing...” Brendon says.
“Yeah? Like surfing?” Steve wants to know. There is something in his eyes. A hidden dare. Spencer crosses his arms demonstratively over his chest. “Do I need to make you?” Steve asks, it sends a slight shiver down Spencer's spine. Pete grins.
“Shut the fuck up,” Spencer says to Pete (he has of course not much hope that Pete will - in general that is, but maybe just for that one night), but gets up, taking Steve's hand.
~end~