TITLE: This Kiss
WORD COUNT: 1,000-ish
WRITTEN FOR THE PROMPT: Um how about Brendon/Spencer, pining and being ridiculous. Or maybe over the top and faily first kisses?
A/N: Originally posted in comments here.
"The trick," announces Brendon grandly, "is the big spectacular kiss. That's where the magic happens. But not just, like, any kiss. It's got to be one of those camera-spinning, dip-the-girl, music-swelling motherfucking kisses, right, and after that?" He waves a hand, in a gesture that is probably supposed to indicate, Happily ever after, motherfuckers.
Spencer snorts. Brendon gives him a jaundiced look.
"I think that's probably kind of an overstatement," Shane offers diplomatically. "Like, Regan hates it when I try to get all schmoopy and romantic. She'd rather I get tickets to a ball game than buy her flowers, you know, some people are just like that."
Brendon scoffs. "That's flowers. Not everybody likes flowers, whatever, that proves nothing. Everybody loves kisses. The bigger the better, baby. One big, dramatic kiss will do more to make you fall in love than a thousand little boring kisses. It's just a fact."
"You can't just go making shit up and calling it fact," Spencer says dryly. "'Little boring kisses' can be every bit as good as big dramatic ones. Better, even. I never needed any big dramatic kisses to help me get the girl, this is all I'm saying."
"Me neither," Shane puts in, smiling a little.
Brendon huffs. "I didn't say you need them. I just said--you know what, fuck it. Come here."
Before Spencer is even aware it's happening, Brendon has yanked him up out of his chair by one arm, slid a hand to the small of his back, and dipped Spencer halfway to the floor.
"Hey--" starts Spencer, but then Brendon is all up in his face, like--holy fuck, seriously--licking right into Spencer's open mouth and practically fucking it with his tongue.
And--okay, actually the kiss itself is sort of...it's fairly hot, Spencer has to admit, except for the part where he's getting kind of a head rush and he's balanced precariously on basically one foot and the palm of Brendon's hand, and he's really too big to pull this kind of shit off, and also Brendon is kissing him, what the fuck.
But the kiss itself isn't bad, Brendon's mouth is all soft and hot and it's not exactly Spencer's thing, maybe, this blatant mouth-sex thing Brendon's got happening here, but Spencer can definitely see where it's maybe kind of hot, under the right circumstances.
Then Brendon overbalances them both, and their mouths come apart while they're wobbling around trying not to die, and Spencer barely manages to jackknife himself back up into a standing position without falling on his head, so that kind of sucks.
"There," Brendon announces, once they're both steady on their feet again. He waggles his eyebrows at Spencer ridiculously. "You're kind of in love with me now, aren't you? Admit it, dude, you totally are. No shame in it, it's the power of the kiss. You couldn't have helped it if you tried."
"Brendon," says Spencer. "Shut up."
And then--God only knows why, Spencer sure as hell doesn't--something possesses him, and he ignores the sound of Shane still spluttering with shocked laughter in the background, and the startled look in Brendon's eyes, and just reaches out and tips up Brendon's chin, just slightly.
"Uh," says Brendon uncertainly. His eyes are suddenly huge.
"Shhh," Spencer mumbles, and dips his head. He rubs his lips over Brendon's, light and slow and careful. Brendon doesn't move at all at first, but Spencer doesn't mind. He just keeps sliding their mouths together, warm and soft, until Brendon exhales shakily through his nose and parts his lips a little in spite of himself.
Spencer lets his tongue flick out and just barely brush against the inner curve of Brendon's lower lip. Brendon really does have a pretty amazing fucking mouth. It's a lot easier to pay attention to that, now that Brendon's not assaulting him with it.
He explores slowly, never letting Brendon increase the pressure or take it past where Spencer wants it to go. He sucks lightly against Brendon's lower lip, flicking his tongue against it one more time, and then, when he's finally ready, he slants his mouth over Brendon's and deepens the kiss, just for a second. Just for a taste.
Brendon is wobbling on his feet again when Spencer pulls away. He drags open hazy, unfocused eyes, and stands there staring at Spencer for a second like he's never actually seen him before. His mouth is still hanging open a little; Spencer is surprised by how much he wants to kiss it again.
He clears his throat, and waggles his eyebrows in an echo of Brendon. "You're kind of in love with me now, aren't you?" he teases. "Little boring kisses, dude, this is all I'm saying."
A slow wash of color starts across the bridge of Brendon's nose and spreads across his cheeks. He looks at Spencer's mouth again, swallows thickly, and sinks back into his chair.
Spencer sits down, too. He knows he's kind of staring at Brendon and he should probably look away, but he doesn't.
Brendon awkwardly clears his throat. "Okay, well, round one goes to Spencer, obviously," he manages after a moment.
"Round one?" Shane blurts, startling Spencer a little with the reminder of his presence.
Brendon shoots a sidelong glance at Spencer, and the color in his cheeks maybe burns a little brighter. "I'm not, like--I might not be totally convinced," he says. Spencer thinks maybe he's trying to sound flirtatious and jokey, but mostly he just sounds nervous.
Spencer laughs, because he kind of can't believe this is fucking happening, but he's looking Brendon straight in the eyes when he says, "I can prove it as many times as I need to," and he means it.
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