“Is he gone?” Brendon asks, as he still can't see much as he is mostly still covered by Spencer's body. Not that Brendon is ever going to complain about that, if Brendon could choose he'd spend his entire life this close to Spencer.
“Yeah.” Spencer's eyes light up wickedly and instead of getting off Brendon he manoeuvres his leg in-between Brendon's and kisses Brendon, gently but insistently.
“Um, Spencer, we said...” Brendon tries and fails to be sensible, meeting Spencer's mouth with similar vigour.
“He'll be in there awhile, we have time...” Spencer manages to get out before fusing their mouths together and putting all his desperation into the kiss.
“Guys, you know I can hear you.” Ryan calls from the bathroom.
Brendon collapses his head onto Spencer's shoulder, using his hands to physically stop Spencer from drifting his hands to places that would make Ryan's head explode (more) if he saw. Brendon takes a deep breath trying to calm down, and tries to pull away.
“No.” Spencer growls petulantly, hands that had previously been curled softly around Brendon's hip and neck turning into a vice hold.
“Spencer.” Brendon says, attempting to twist away.
“No. Just, not yet ok?” Spencer's voice is plaintive and he kisses Brendon's lips gently, not hard enough to start anything again, but enough to completely sabotage Brendon's calming down plan.
“I - love - you.” Brendon breathes in-between kisses, trying to infuse his voice with all his love, lust, and desperation. He knows he doesn't even come close, and wishes for a moment that he had Ryan's way with words.
“You love him, he loves you – we all know. Now, let's go practice.” Ryan states from the doorway, a bored expression on his face and hip cocked aggressively.
Spencer pull himself off Brendon as slowly as he can and moves towards the practice room. Brendon watches him go, eyes glued to Spencer, the space stretching between them and Brendon is powerless to do anything but follow.
“You're just jealous.” Spencer whispers into Ryan's ear and kisses Ryan on the temple as he passes.
“Ack.” Ryan calls over his shoulder, wiping his head dramatically, but Brendon can see the small smile that he can't hide. Brendon grabs Ryan's hand and pulls him along to the practice room. As they catch up with Spencer, Brendon links his other hand with Spencer's, kissing it carelessly.
It's never enough. But they have other things too.
Re: It's Never Enough, part 2
“Yeah.” Spencer's eyes light up wickedly and instead of getting off Brendon he manoeuvres his leg in-between Brendon's and kisses Brendon, gently but insistently.
“Um, Spencer, we said...” Brendon tries and fails to be sensible, meeting Spencer's mouth with similar vigour.
“He'll be in there awhile, we have time...” Spencer manages to get out before fusing their mouths together and putting all his desperation into the kiss.
“Never enough time.” Brendon whispers breathlessly.
“I know.”
“Guys, you know I can hear you.” Ryan calls from the bathroom.
Brendon collapses his head onto Spencer's shoulder, using his hands to physically stop Spencer from drifting his hands to places that would make Ryan's head explode (more) if he saw. Brendon takes a deep breath trying to calm down, and tries to pull away.
“No.” Spencer growls petulantly, hands that had previously been curled softly around Brendon's hip and neck turning into a vice hold.
“Spencer.” Brendon says, attempting to twist away.
“No. Just, not yet ok?” Spencer's voice is plaintive and he kisses Brendon's lips gently, not hard enough to start anything again, but enough to completely sabotage Brendon's calming down plan.
“I - love - you.” Brendon breathes in-between kisses, trying to infuse his voice with all his love, lust, and desperation. He knows he doesn't even come close, and wishes for a moment that he had Ryan's way with words.
“You love him, he loves you – we all know. Now, let's go practice.” Ryan states from the doorway, a bored expression on his face and hip cocked aggressively.
Spencer pull himself off Brendon as slowly as he can and moves towards the practice room. Brendon watches him go, eyes glued to Spencer, the space stretching between them and Brendon is powerless to do anything but follow.
“You're just jealous.” Spencer whispers into Ryan's ear and kisses Ryan on the temple as he passes.
“Ack.” Ryan calls over his shoulder, wiping his head dramatically, but Brendon can see the small smile that he can't hide. Brendon grabs Ryan's hand and pulls him along to the practice room. As they catch up with Spencer, Brendon links his other hand with Spencer's, kissing it carelessly.
It's never enough. But they have other things too.