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stephanometraTitle: An Awful Shade of Tangerine (Nail Polish)
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stephanometra and natacup82
Pairing: Spencer/Brendon
Rating: NC17
Summary: It's almost 3am, and Brendon's playing with nail polish because he was cold—it doesn't really make sense, but then again, what does at this hour?
Warnings: Adorableness! Makeouts! Bunksex! You know, all good things.
Notes: So once upon a time,playfullips made this post, in the comments of which she prompted natacup82 with "nail polish," and comment ficcage resulted. You're all shocked, I'm sure. Just shy of 1000 words.
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Spencer wakes up to something that reminds him of home, of his mom and his sisters, of slumber parties and giggling. It's a strong smell, strong enough to get him out of his bunk and into the lounge.
He walks in and finds Brendon sitting on the floor, an open bottle of neon orange nail polish next to him, and Spencer's struck with the thought that he can't believe someone thought that was an attractive color to sell. But Brendon's sitting there, tongue out, obviously concentrating as he brushes the color over his fingernails.
Spencer waits until he sits back a little to look at his work and then asks, "What are you doing?"
Brendon just shrugs, says, "Experimenting." He looks up and gives Spencer a tired smile. "I couldn't sleep. Cold." He leans down again, starts on another finger.
Spencer just flops down onto the couch; he's still a little fuzzy. It's almost 3am, and Brendon's playing with nail polish because he was cold—it doesn't really make sense, but then again, what does at this hour? He tries to fight back a yawn. "If you dry that shit, you can come bunk with me," he says, and Brendon looks up, smiles again, and starts waving his hand back forth in front of him.
Spencer rolls his eyes, doesn't really think before he tugs Brendon up, pulling him into his lap. He wraps his fingers around Brendon's wrist and then starts blowing on his nails, trying to make them dry faster. Brendon just eases forward, makes himself comfortable until he's straddling Spencer's lap, and that might not be what Spencer intended, but he's not exactly complaining. Brendon wraps his free arm around Spencer's waist, his breath hot on his neck, and it almost has him hoping that nail polish will take longer to dry.
Brendon asks, "Are you done yet?" after a few minutes.
Reluctantly, Spencer lets go of Brendon's wrist. "Yeah," he says.
And Brendon whispers, "Good," turns Spencer's head, and kisses him. He kisses him hot and dirty, and Spencer's hands settle on Brendon's hips, pulling him closer. He's not tired anymore.
He licks into Brendon's mouth, lightly, delicately, and rucks up Brendon's shirt to splay a hand across the small of his back, urging him closer.
Brendon pulls back from Spencer's mouth, panting, and Spencer noses along Brendon's jaw, breathing in the smell of Brendon's skin overlaid with the obnoxious chemical scent of the nail polish. He nips at the thin skin below Brendon's ear, smiles when Brendon moans and grinds down into Spencer's lap.
"Want," Brendon says, breathless and greedy, and pushes their mouths together again, slick and dirty. His hands are busy between them, slipping into Spencer's pajama bottoms to wrap around Spencer's cock, pressing possessively against the jut of Spencer's hipbone.
"Fuck," Spencer says, bucking up into Brendon's hand. His fingers slip below the waistband of Brendon's pants, dipping into the crease of Brendon's ass, and Brendon makes a sweet, desperate noise high in his throat. "Can I...?"
Laughing a little, Brendon says, "You said I can bunk with you, right?"
"Shit, yeah," Spencer breathes, and then they're tripping over one another to disentangle and get to the bunks, Brendon's giggles as Spencer yanks shut the curtain turning into a groan as Spencer settles his weight between Brendon's parted thighs.
Brendon fumbles for the lube that Spencer keeps wedged between his mattress and the wall and presses it into Spencer's hand, shimmying out of his pajama bottoms as Spencer pops the caps and slicks two fingers.
His breath stutters out as Spencer presses a fingertip in, but he cants up his hips, hooks his heels behind Spencer's knees as he opens up around Spencer's fingers.
"Now, now," he says when he's ready, grabbing hold of Spencer's dick, pulling him closer until the wet head of Spencer's cock drags across the crease of his thigh.
Spencer kisses him as he pushes in, muffling his moan on Brendon's tongue.
It's hot in the close air of the bunk; Brendon's skin feels sticky-hot against Spencer's everywhere they touch. Spencer starts slow, leisurely rolls of his hips, just shallow thrusts looking for the angle that will make Brendon writhe beneath him, and he knows he's found it when Brendon gasps and arches, his hand slipping between them to curl around his cock.
And just like that, slow isn't enough, close isn't enough, and Spencer's hips are slamming against Brendon's, pushing them up the bunk until Brendon has to throw his free hand above his head to brace himself against the wall of the bunk.
"Spencer," he moans, and Spencer kisses him again, eats the broken moan from his lips as Brendon tenses around his cock and paints both of their bellies with wet.
"Yeah, yeah," Spencer breathes, and pushes in hard one last time, lets his own orgasm overtake him as Brendon shakes through the aftershocks.
He drops his head against Brendon's shoulder, breathing hard, and rests a moment. Then Brendon starts to squirm under him, so he gently pulls out, groping for the dirty t-shirt he knows he left at the foot of his bunk so they can get cleaned up.
Brendon touches Spencer's cheekbone, skims his fingers over the tips of Spencer's hair. "Hey," he says.
"Hey," Spencer says back, and he takes hold of Brendon's wrist. He licks the come from his fingers, wrinkling his nose a little when he catches a taste of the nail polish.
Brendon smiles. "Sorry," he says.
"It's fine." Spencer flops down on the mattress, spooning up behind Brendon with the wall at his back. "Think you'll be able to sleep?" he asks softly, brushing Brendon's hair back behind his ear.
Brendon makes a contented, sleepy noise. "Warm now," he says, snuggling back against Spencer's chest.
They're both asleep in minutes.
***
Authors:
stephanometra and natacup82Pairing: Spencer/Brendon
Rating: NC17
Summary: It's almost 3am, and Brendon's playing with nail polish because he was cold—it doesn't really make sense, but then again, what does at this hour?
Warnings: Adorableness! Makeouts! Bunksex! You know, all good things.
Notes: So once upon a time,
playfullips made this post, in the comments of which she prompted natacup82 with "nail polish," and comment ficcage resulted. You're all shocked, I'm sure. Just shy of 1000 words.Spencer wakes up to something that reminds him of home, of his mom and his sisters, of slumber parties and giggling. It's a strong smell, strong enough to get him out of his bunk and into the lounge.
He walks in and finds Brendon sitting on the floor, an open bottle of neon orange nail polish next to him, and Spencer's struck with the thought that he can't believe someone thought that was an attractive color to sell. But Brendon's sitting there, tongue out, obviously concentrating as he brushes the color over his fingernails.
Spencer waits until he sits back a little to look at his work and then asks, "What are you doing?"
Brendon just shrugs, says, "Experimenting." He looks up and gives Spencer a tired smile. "I couldn't sleep. Cold." He leans down again, starts on another finger.
Spencer just flops down onto the couch; he's still a little fuzzy. It's almost 3am, and Brendon's playing with nail polish because he was cold—it doesn't really make sense, but then again, what does at this hour? He tries to fight back a yawn. "If you dry that shit, you can come bunk with me," he says, and Brendon looks up, smiles again, and starts waving his hand back forth in front of him.
Spencer rolls his eyes, doesn't really think before he tugs Brendon up, pulling him into his lap. He wraps his fingers around Brendon's wrist and then starts blowing on his nails, trying to make them dry faster. Brendon just eases forward, makes himself comfortable until he's straddling Spencer's lap, and that might not be what Spencer intended, but he's not exactly complaining. Brendon wraps his free arm around Spencer's waist, his breath hot on his neck, and it almost has him hoping that nail polish will take longer to dry.
Brendon asks, "Are you done yet?" after a few minutes.
Reluctantly, Spencer lets go of Brendon's wrist. "Yeah," he says.
And Brendon whispers, "Good," turns Spencer's head, and kisses him. He kisses him hot and dirty, and Spencer's hands settle on Brendon's hips, pulling him closer. He's not tired anymore.
He licks into Brendon's mouth, lightly, delicately, and rucks up Brendon's shirt to splay a hand across the small of his back, urging him closer.
Brendon pulls back from Spencer's mouth, panting, and Spencer noses along Brendon's jaw, breathing in the smell of Brendon's skin overlaid with the obnoxious chemical scent of the nail polish. He nips at the thin skin below Brendon's ear, smiles when Brendon moans and grinds down into Spencer's lap.
"Want," Brendon says, breathless and greedy, and pushes their mouths together again, slick and dirty. His hands are busy between them, slipping into Spencer's pajama bottoms to wrap around Spencer's cock, pressing possessively against the jut of Spencer's hipbone.
"Fuck," Spencer says, bucking up into Brendon's hand. His fingers slip below the waistband of Brendon's pants, dipping into the crease of Brendon's ass, and Brendon makes a sweet, desperate noise high in his throat. "Can I...?"
Laughing a little, Brendon says, "You said I can bunk with you, right?"
"Shit, yeah," Spencer breathes, and then they're tripping over one another to disentangle and get to the bunks, Brendon's giggles as Spencer yanks shut the curtain turning into a groan as Spencer settles his weight between Brendon's parted thighs.
Brendon fumbles for the lube that Spencer keeps wedged between his mattress and the wall and presses it into Spencer's hand, shimmying out of his pajama bottoms as Spencer pops the caps and slicks two fingers.
His breath stutters out as Spencer presses a fingertip in, but he cants up his hips, hooks his heels behind Spencer's knees as he opens up around Spencer's fingers.
"Now, now," he says when he's ready, grabbing hold of Spencer's dick, pulling him closer until the wet head of Spencer's cock drags across the crease of his thigh.
Spencer kisses him as he pushes in, muffling his moan on Brendon's tongue.
It's hot in the close air of the bunk; Brendon's skin feels sticky-hot against Spencer's everywhere they touch. Spencer starts slow, leisurely rolls of his hips, just shallow thrusts looking for the angle that will make Brendon writhe beneath him, and he knows he's found it when Brendon gasps and arches, his hand slipping between them to curl around his cock.
And just like that, slow isn't enough, close isn't enough, and Spencer's hips are slamming against Brendon's, pushing them up the bunk until Brendon has to throw his free hand above his head to brace himself against the wall of the bunk.
"Spencer," he moans, and Spencer kisses him again, eats the broken moan from his lips as Brendon tenses around his cock and paints both of their bellies with wet.
"Yeah, yeah," Spencer breathes, and pushes in hard one last time, lets his own orgasm overtake him as Brendon shakes through the aftershocks.
He drops his head against Brendon's shoulder, breathing hard, and rests a moment. Then Brendon starts to squirm under him, so he gently pulls out, groping for the dirty t-shirt he knows he left at the foot of his bunk so they can get cleaned up.
Brendon touches Spencer's cheekbone, skims his fingers over the tips of Spencer's hair. "Hey," he says.
"Hey," Spencer says back, and he takes hold of Brendon's wrist. He licks the come from his fingers, wrinkling his nose a little when he catches a taste of the nail polish.
Brendon smiles. "Sorry," he says.
"It's fine." Spencer flops down on the mattress, spooning up behind Brendon with the wall at his back. "Think you'll be able to sleep?" he asks softly, brushing Brendon's hair back behind his ear.
Brendon makes a contented, sleepy noise. "Warm now," he says, snuggling back against Spencer's chest.
They're both asleep in minutes.
