They never get enough time together. Time to be together. They are both just so busy, that any free minute where they haven't got responsibilities piling on them is precious. Brendon: trying to please his parents, keep a job, go to practice, please Ryan, keep his grades up. So, when Spencer has Brendon in his kitchen making toast, and the rest of the house is empty and Brendon is wearing one of Spencer's shirts because he spilled smoothie on his own, Spencer cannot resist taking advantage.
“Ummmm, Spencer – right there.” Brendon moans and his head hits the back of the kitchen wall without either of them really noticing.
Spencer has his lips secured over Brendon's neck and is sucking hard. They only have about ten minutes before Ryan is going to be coming over for practice and Brendon only got off work half-an-hour ago – it's never enough time.
Brendon pulls Spencer harder against him, trying to get as much full body contact as possible. It's not enough.
“Do, oh, do we have enough time for -” Brendon huffs out as Spencer nips lower at his throat.
“No.” Spencer states, drawing Brendon's mouth to his own before Brendon has a chance to complain. Spencer's hand is in Brendon's hair, keeping Brendon's head at the exact angle he wants. Brendon tries to move forward, but Spencer's hand keeps him back, refusing Brendon the extra contact with his hips he wants.
“Spencer,” Brendon breaks off to say, “I need, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon -” Brendon roughly pulls their hips flush and grins against Spencer's mouth, moaning a little desperately.
“Oh, God Brendon.” Spencer tries to move back, gain control back, but Brendon doesn't let him, sliding a hand down between them and stroking lightly. Spencer jerks forward hard and moans loudly.
“Oh My God – my eyes – my eyes!” Ryan's voice permeates their bubble of frantic touching. Spencer collapses against Brendon, shielding him from Ryan's wrath. “You promised this wasn't going to happen again Spencer! Seriously, you guys have been going out for over a year, why are you not over this yet! You are in the middle of the kitchen!” Ryan says loudly, accompanied by flailing hand gestures. Over the year Brendon and Spencer had been together, the three of them had to make a lot of specific rules in order to stop Ryan from freaking out and 'no making out in his presence' was number two, right after 'Ryan needs at least half-an-hour of Best Friend time a day'.
“Ryan.” Spencer says, and Brendon starts to giggle. This happens at least once a week, despite the previously mentioned rule number two, and Ryan is always as over-dramatic and ridiculous.
“No. It's ok, I'm going to go clean my eyes and then we'll set up yeah.” Ryan says and faux blindly makes his way to the bathroom, holding his hands out to grip onto the wall as he moves overly cautiously.
“We're sorry. It wont happen again.” Brendon calls after him.
“As if I believe that.” Ryan replies, raising his middle finger as he closes the bathroom door.
It's Never Enough, part 1
“Ummmm, Spencer – right there.” Brendon moans and his head hits the back of the kitchen wall without either of them really noticing.
Spencer has his lips secured over Brendon's neck and is sucking hard. They only have about ten minutes before Ryan is going to be coming over for practice and Brendon only got off work half-an-hour ago – it's never enough time.
Brendon pulls Spencer harder against him, trying to get as much full body contact as possible. It's not enough.
“Do, oh, do we have enough time for -” Brendon huffs out as Spencer nips lower at his throat.
“No.” Spencer states, drawing Brendon's mouth to his own before Brendon has a chance to complain. Spencer's hand is in Brendon's hair, keeping Brendon's head at the exact angle he wants. Brendon tries to move forward, but Spencer's hand keeps him back, refusing Brendon the extra contact with his hips he wants.
“Spencer,” Brendon breaks off to say, “I need, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon -” Brendon roughly pulls their hips flush and grins against Spencer's mouth, moaning a little desperately.
“Oh, God Brendon.” Spencer tries to move back, gain control back, but Brendon doesn't let him, sliding a hand down between them and stroking lightly. Spencer jerks forward hard and moans loudly.
“Oh My God – my eyes – my eyes!” Ryan's voice permeates their bubble of frantic touching. Spencer collapses against Brendon, shielding him from Ryan's wrath. “You promised this wasn't going to happen again Spencer! Seriously, you guys have been going out for over a year, why are you not over this yet! You are in the middle of the kitchen!” Ryan says loudly, accompanied by flailing hand gestures. Over the year Brendon and Spencer had been together, the three of them had to make a lot of specific rules in order to stop Ryan from freaking out and 'no making out in his presence' was number two, right after 'Ryan needs at least half-an-hour of Best Friend time a day'.
“Ryan.” Spencer says, and Brendon starts to giggle. This happens at least once a week, despite the previously mentioned rule number two, and Ryan is always as over-dramatic and ridiculous.
“No. It's ok, I'm going to go clean my eyes and then we'll set up yeah.” Ryan says and faux blindly makes his way to the bathroom, holding his hands out to grip onto the wall as he moves overly cautiously.
“We're sorry. It wont happen again.” Brendon calls after him.
“As if I believe that.” Ryan replies, raising his middle finger as he closes the bathroom door.