twentysomething

Fandom: Bandom, Panic

Pairing: Brendon/Spencer

Length: 1300 wordsish.

Warnings: I don't know I'm not a doctor maybe this is legit?

Notes: So, a while ago Brendon was running back from doing Always acoustically at the back of the venue and fell and super busted his ankle and we all thought it was broken so I wrote Alex this yes so okay



Brendon pouts.

"Make it pink," he finally says. "No, purple. Oh, I can't make a decision this important." He looks up at Spencer, who's leaning against the wall in a corner of the room.

"You have to choose," Brendon whines.

"He didn't make this much of a fuss when it happened," Dallon tells the doctor, who is patient beyond measure, not only letting Brendon dither this long about what color he wants his cast to be, but by letting them all in the room.

"If you could be trusted to stay still he wouldn't even make you have to get a cast," Spencer points out. "And don't even lie, you know you want it to be pink."

"I kind of do," Brendon agrees, with a grin. "Okay, doc, thanks for waiting. Pink it is!" He gestures with a flourish and Ian laughs.

"This is gonna be great." Ian sighs. "I wish I had brought the flip cam."

Within two days, the cast is totally filthy.

"I told you guys I needed to be given piggyback rides everywhere!" Brendon grumbles.

To be fair, Zack has carried him around a lot- he carried him onstage yesterday to a lot of screams in Charlotte.

"Hmm," Dallon says and makes them stop at an art supply store.

Two hours later:

"This is seriously the best thing I've ever seen," Brendon says wondrously. "Dallon Weekes, you're my hero."

Dallon has repainted Brendon's cast to look like a giant Converse high-top.

"I have the skills of an artist," Dallon agrees, crossing his arms and smudging paint all over his white shirt.

"You've got something," Ian ducks behind an old copy of Spin as Dallon flicks paint at him. Zack makes them take the paint fight outside and Spencer sits down on the other end of the couch.

"Hey," Brendon says, nudging Spencer with his good foot. "You haven't been spoiling me enough. I'm an invalid, you know." Spencer tries not to look as indulgent as he feels, but Brendon can totally see Spencer caving to his every whim.

"Yeah?" Spencer asks, catching the foot and running his fingers over Brendon's non-busted ankle. Brendon melts- just a little bit- against the back of the couch.

"Yeah. Like, you need to go get me some of your secret frosted mini-wheats. I know you have them in some ungodly place." Brendon declares. Spencer snorts.

"I do, huh." Spencer says blankly, but he totally gets up and-

"Oh, man, you've been keeping them in your bunk?" Brendon demands. You'd think he would have rolled over them, fooling around.

"Last place you'd look for breakfast cereal," Spencer smiles and lets Brendon eat them raw out of the box- and if that's not love, what is?

"Any other requests?" Spencer says and shit yeah, Brendon's got Spencer wrapped around his manly pinky. Brendon taps a sugar-dusty finger faux-thoughtfully against his mouth as he chews.

"What to do now that I have you at my complete disposal," Brendon muses. "I could make you give me a back rub."

"You could," Spencer agrees, reaching over to cup the nape of Brendon's neck, kneading his thumb along the tense muscles, the tips of his fingers slipping into the short hair there.

"Or, oh shit," Brendon moans, because that right there is not the thing porn is made of, but it should be. "Make you keep doing that."

"That's what you're going to use your phenomenal cosmic power for?" Spencer asks, amused, and fuck, making Aladdin jokes.

"Oh, Dreamlover, come rescue me," Brendon croons at him. "Take me up, take me down, take me anywhere you wanna, baby, now."

"Oh my god," Spencer groans. "Just no." But he's laughing and smiling Brendon's favorite smile, so. Brendon waggles his eyebrows and opens his mouth for more shit worthy of VH1 Divas.

"Seriously," Spencer grabs a handful of mini-wheats and pushes one in Brendon's mouth. "No more, asshole."

"You love me," Brendon accuses through a mouthful of dry frosting and shredded wheat. Spencer looks at Brendon for a long moment, everything writ large over his face and Brendon seriously could not care less about his stupid, painful ankle.

"Pretty much all the time," Spencer agrees. "But for real, you used up your Mariah for the year at Christmas." Brendon bats his eyelashes at Spencer.

"That was last year, though." he points out. "Calendar year, and all."

Spencer leans in and kisses Brendon, even though Brendon still probably has mini-wheat mouth.

"Choose wisely," is all Spencer says, though. "I don't want you to use up all your Mariah now and come crying to me at Christmas time."

"Nobody wants to be a Mariah Miser," Brendon argues. Spencer just laughs and kisses Brendon again.

Seriously, though, "phenomenal cosmic power" is pretty accurate. So far, Spencer hasn't said no to a single thing and Brendon is starting to wonder how crazy these requests have to get before Spencer says no.

Things Spencer has said yes to:
- up to three piggyback carries per day (which, no offense to Zack, Spencer's are nicer, because Brendon can tuck his face into Spencer's neck and smell his old man aftershave lingering and seriously who uses aftershave anymore, but Spencer does and it's nice)
- being Brendon's footstool (they had two interviews and Spencer just let Brendon put his feet up in Spencer's lap, even after Dallon made the joke about Bela Karolyi and Kerri Strug)
- frog marching Dallon close enough to pinch viciously for the Bela Karolyi and Kerri Strug joke ("Oh my god, you're ancient, who even remembers the 1996 Olympics anymore!")
- Letting Brendon drink the beer in the cup holder in the kit (LOVE)
- painting Brendon's toenails ("If the whole world has to see them all the time now, they have to be pretty." "Yeah, no one can do that." "Jerkface!")
- sandwiches (Brendon doesn't trust anyone but Spencer and Zack to get his sandwich right. Dallon always asks for extra, extra mayo and Ian forgets the banana peppers)
- cupcakes (he's not actually sure where Spencer got the cupcakes from, but oh sweet Moses, they were delicious)
- unlimited movie choice in the lounge (Brendon has watched Anchorman three times.)
- Letting Brendon upload the pic he took of Spencer painting his toenails to twitter ("Seriously, Bren?")

Brendon adds "Making Brendon take the world's stupidest shower" to the list, because Brendon is certain he could have balanced on one leg with the other one out of the shower if Spencer would have just held on to it, but Spencer just handed him the plastic bag to put over the cast and taped around it. Brendon thinks this must be what cats in old timey cartoons felt like when bastard little kids tied paper bags to their feet.

"When I said, "Hey Spence, wanna help me shower?" and I waggled my eyebrows at you, this was not what I had in mind," Brendon sulks. Spencer shrugs from where he's sitting on the counter by the sink.

"Yeah, well," Spencer says, watching, and not in a fun, sexy way, but in a "making sure you don't injure yourself further" way.

"I suppose I'll let you make it up to me," Brendon says, gingerly stepping out of the shower. Spencer hands him a towel.

"How generous," Spencer agrees, bone-dry. "What were you thinking?" Brendon grins.

"Well, first, I was thinking hot wings. And then I thought, "why just hot wings, why not just go find a Hooters," and then I thought, "why just go find a Hooters, why not get Spencer some of those little shorts"-" Brendon is abruptly cut off by Spencer's hand across his mouth.

"How about I just blow you, instead?" Spencer says, already crowding close.

"I could be persuaded to change my Hooters plans," Brendon admits.