catchmelike | brendon/spencer not!fic, aspiring!broadway!star!brendon and his bff spencer

I jotted this down right off the top of my head because

ohohstarryeyed has been having a bad couple of weeks, and I wanted to do something to maybe bring her a little joy. I hope she likes it. Maybe one day it will be actual fic. It's not really bad, considering it's the closest thing to fic I've posted in probably over a year.

So, Brendon is trying to make it. He moved to New York after high school with hopes of making it big time on the stage, and it’s been hard luck since then. He has some head shots and an agent that works out of a tiny office and doesn’t do that much for him. Mostly he reads the classifieds and looks for auditions off Broadway these days. His apaartment is one room. Not one bedroom, one room. It’s tiny and it’s nothing, and it’s ridiculously expensive.

There’s a girl who lives down the hall, Sarah. They met on an audition and then realized they lived in the same building. They became friends really fast, and there was a while there that Brendon thought maybe, just maybe, but then it never really went anywhere. They’ve become great friends though, and they go to auditions together and have coffee and bagels in the morning.

So he and Sarah hang out sometimes, and one day Brendon gets a phone call from hisVegas BFF, Spencer. Spencer wants to come to New York and visit and Brendon is kind of :/ because he’s been telling Spencer how great NYC is and how he’s got this bangin’ apartment and this awesome gig, and he goes out to cast parties and gets into clubs and dates tons of hot dudes and hot chicks.

And his life is really kind of sad. He goes on auditions, and he randomly got a role as a victim in an episode of SVU once because he needed to eat that week, but that’s pretty much it. His apartment is kind of crappy, and his only friend is Sarah and short of their coffee breaks, they mostly sit in Sarah’s apartment and watch Criminal Minds DVDs or old black and white movies.

So Spencer comes and Brendon picks him up from the airport, and he’s all shaky and nervous. Spencer is a little jumpy as well, but Brendon can’t figure out why. Brendon takes him all over the, Central Park and the Empire State Building and Time Square and it’s late and dark and Spencer leans into him and says, “So, when do I get to see your place?” And Brendon doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t want Spencer to know how bad it is. He hms and haws a bit and then says,”Well, it’s not -- I mean it’s really not much.” And Spencer says, “Come on. You described it. It sounds great.”

So eventually Brendon nods and turns towards his apartment. They end up on a dingy street in front of a dingy building and Brendon shrugs. Spencer wraps his fingers around Brendon’s wrist, and Brendon relaxes a bit and takes him upstairs. “So this is it.” And Brendon expects Spencer to laugh and call him a liar but Spencer just smiles and says, “It’s so you.”

“Yeah?” Brendon nods. “It works.” He shows Spencer around, which doesn’t take long because everything is connected. “So I guess you can have the bed.” Spencer shuffles his feet and nods, running his fingers through his hair. He’s jumpy and nervous and Brendon is afraid that Spencer is nervous to sleep in his shitty apartment. Brendon nods again and gets a spare blanket, taking it over the couch.

Spencer gets on the bed. “Or we could share.” Brendon blinks and sits up, looking at him. “Hm?”

“We could share. There’s room.” Spencer makes a show of moving over to an edge. The bed is actually small and ratty, and Brendon knows they’ll be pushed together, pressed close and touching all over. He’d be lying if he said the idea of that wasn’t appealing. He takes his blanket and goes to Spencer, lying down, and he was right. He’s tucked close into Spencer, pressed really close, and they’re touching everywhere. Spencer is quiet, hushed and whispering. “Have I mentioned that I missed you, Bren?” Brendon hums. “I missed you too, Spence.” Spencer puts an arm over Brendon and says, “No, I really missed you.” Brendon just hums and nods a little and his eyes are closed because it’s been a long day and they haven’t slept in the same bed since they were fourteen.

He feels Spencer’s weight shift and then he feels Spencer’s lips press against his own, and it’s strange, strange and awesome and something he hadn’t even realized that he wanted. Spencer pulls back, and neither one of them says anything, but they drift off to sleep.