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Feb. 17th, 2009 12:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
why_me_why_notOne day, I will understand time zones, but I doubt it'll be anytime soon. *g* It is 12:23 right now, just after midnight on the 17th here, so.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ashlein and wordsalone!!
And, forashlein on the occasion of the celebration of her birth...
Brendon/Spencer, prompt words: cuddles, sunshine, sad
It's not H/C, it's more just fluff-and-nonsense, and it's longer than a drabble (~630 words). But it's Brendon/Spencer, set in the cabin-era. (irisgirl12000 read over it for me b/c she loves me but there may still be the stray error or two.) Happy birthday, hun!
Brendon was lying in the middle of the floor, studying the shadows cast by the blinds and the dust particles floating in the rays of sunshine that were slipping in around them. It reminded him of pixie dust, or maybe even of pixies, because they were tiny and translucent, right?
It was possible Brendon was a little high. Or maybe not quite high enough.
Jon walked by, disturbing the dust. The light bent around the legs of his jeans, curved over his bare feet. “What’s up, buttercup?” he teased, kicking lightly at Brendon’s thigh.
Brendon shrugged, swatting at Jon’s foot. It was their last full day at the cabin, their last sunset. Tomorrow they’d be leaving midmorning, and by this time tomorrow night the cabin and everything that happened here would be just a folder of memories to file away.
Jon cocked his head to the side, staring down at Brendon. Finally he shook his head. “I’m gonna go see what’s taking Ryan so long. I’m starving.”
Brendon nodded and turned his attention back to the fading sun. He heard the low murmur of voices from the kitchen, and footsteps on the floor behind him. He felt someone stretch out on the floor beside him – knew it was Spencer without even having to look.
“What are we looking at?” Spencer asked.
“The sunset.” Brendon knew he couldn’t actually see the sunset from where he was at – the roof was the best spot for that – but he could mark the passage of time by the way the shadows overtook the light, and he knew that the sun was slipping over the mountains the same way this – their time at the cabin – was slipping away from them.
“Are you sad?” Spencer rolled up onto his side and rested his hand on Brendon’s stomach. “Jon says you’re sad.”
“Jon is full of shit,” Brendon answered grumpily, bringing his hand up to meet Spencer’s.
“Sometimes,” Spencer agreed. “But I think he’s right about this.”
Brendon sighed. “I just… I don’t think I’m ready to leave here yet.” I don’t think I’m ready to go back to pretending we’re just bandmates.
Spencer tugged Brendon closer, shifting them both so they were facing each other. “Hey.” He dropped a quick kiss on the tip of Brendon’s nose. “Leaving here doesn’t change anything with us. You know that, right?”
Brendon nodded, even though he didn’t, not for sure. They hadn’t talked about it, about what would happen after they got back to their homes and their lives and Haley. Brendon was a little afraid to, afraid of what Spencer might say. Afraid that the late nights and the even later mornings, the stolen kisses and the not-so-discreet displays of affection were all part of the magic of the cabin.
Still, Spencer was pretty convincing when he leaned in to kiss him, softly and with promise. “Brendon. It doesn’t change anything, except we’ll be cuddling on my couch with a couple dogs at our feet, instead of cuddling on this cold floor with Jon watching from the kitchen doorway like the freaky voyeur he is.”
“I am not!” Jon protested. “I was just waiting for you two to finish what you were doing; it felt impolite to interrupt.”
Brendon glanced up just in time to see Ryan smack Jon with a dish towel. “Dinner’s ready.”
Brendon looked back at Spencer and leaned in for another kiss. “Okay.”
Spencer pulled away with a smile and got to his feet, holding out a hand to help Brendon up. If Ryan or Jon noticed that they held hands under the table at dinner, neither one said anything, but Brendon was okay with that. Maybe their last night at the cabin wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all.
ashlein and wordsalone!!And, for
ashlein on the occasion of the celebration of her birth... Brendon/Spencer, prompt words: cuddles, sunshine, sad
It's not H/C, it's more just fluff-and-nonsense, and it's longer than a drabble (~630 words). But it's Brendon/Spencer, set in the cabin-era. (
irisgirl12000 read over it for me b/c she loves me but there may still be the stray error or two.) Happy birthday, hun! Brendon was lying in the middle of the floor, studying the shadows cast by the blinds and the dust particles floating in the rays of sunshine that were slipping in around them. It reminded him of pixie dust, or maybe even of pixies, because they were tiny and translucent, right?
It was possible Brendon was a little high. Or maybe not quite high enough.
Jon walked by, disturbing the dust. The light bent around the legs of his jeans, curved over his bare feet. “What’s up, buttercup?” he teased, kicking lightly at Brendon’s thigh.
Brendon shrugged, swatting at Jon’s foot. It was their last full day at the cabin, their last sunset. Tomorrow they’d be leaving midmorning, and by this time tomorrow night the cabin and everything that happened here would be just a folder of memories to file away.
Jon cocked his head to the side, staring down at Brendon. Finally he shook his head. “I’m gonna go see what’s taking Ryan so long. I’m starving.”
Brendon nodded and turned his attention back to the fading sun. He heard the low murmur of voices from the kitchen, and footsteps on the floor behind him. He felt someone stretch out on the floor beside him – knew it was Spencer without even having to look.
“What are we looking at?” Spencer asked.
“The sunset.” Brendon knew he couldn’t actually see the sunset from where he was at – the roof was the best spot for that – but he could mark the passage of time by the way the shadows overtook the light, and he knew that the sun was slipping over the mountains the same way this – their time at the cabin – was slipping away from them.
“Are you sad?” Spencer rolled up onto his side and rested his hand on Brendon’s stomach. “Jon says you’re sad.”
“Jon is full of shit,” Brendon answered grumpily, bringing his hand up to meet Spencer’s.
“Sometimes,” Spencer agreed. “But I think he’s right about this.”
Brendon sighed. “I just… I don’t think I’m ready to leave here yet.” I don’t think I’m ready to go back to pretending we’re just bandmates.
Spencer tugged Brendon closer, shifting them both so they were facing each other. “Hey.” He dropped a quick kiss on the tip of Brendon’s nose. “Leaving here doesn’t change anything with us. You know that, right?”
Brendon nodded, even though he didn’t, not for sure. They hadn’t talked about it, about what would happen after they got back to their homes and their lives and Haley. Brendon was a little afraid to, afraid of what Spencer might say. Afraid that the late nights and the even later mornings, the stolen kisses and the not-so-discreet displays of affection were all part of the magic of the cabin.
Still, Spencer was pretty convincing when he leaned in to kiss him, softly and with promise. “Brendon. It doesn’t change anything, except we’ll be cuddling on my couch with a couple dogs at our feet, instead of cuddling on this cold floor with Jon watching from the kitchen doorway like the freaky voyeur he is.”
“I am not!” Jon protested. “I was just waiting for you two to finish what you were doing; it felt impolite to interrupt.”
Brendon glanced up just in time to see Ryan smack Jon with a dish towel. “Dinner’s ready.”
Brendon looked back at Spencer and leaned in for another kiss. “Okay.”
Spencer pulled away with a smile and got to his feet, holding out a hand to help Brendon up. If Ryan or Jon noticed that they held hands under the table at dinner, neither one said anything, but Brendon was okay with that. Maybe their last night at the cabin wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all.
