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14 May 2009 @ 12:05 pm
steamboat casanovas II  
I'm doing this for complications_g's sake ... I owe her a pretty fic. Well. Who'm I kidding, I'm so doing this for me because it is extremely diverting. AHEM. libgirl. This is your cue.





Tom didn't stay on Panic's bus. He tossed his duffel there, willingly, and promised to hang out with them at venues and on hotel nights. but subject himself to another couple months shut up in a bus he would not. He'd already resolved to check into cheap motels along the way or, if necessary, sleep in his car. He knew better than most that the comfort difference between a backseat and a bus bunk was negligible at best.

The second day, Spencer asked, offhand, if he could ride with Tom for a few hours.

Tom had deeply enjoyed the peace and quiet of ripping along the highways, sometimes overtaking the bus and beeping wildly, usually keeping behind as he stopped to photograph anything that caught his eye. He played the radio at full volume, as well as a few CDs he'd been meaning to listen to for ages but never got the time alone for. He talked to himself and sang along and made up lyrics.

He said, "Yeah, sure," and smiled.

The bus call was at six, but Tom had no intention of getting up that early. He met Spencer in the restaurant of the hotel at eight am. They'd both stayed up late watching dreadful television in Brendon and Jon's room; they made out in the background, accepting the dues of having the occasional pillow tossed at them. Ryan had gone out to a club with Eric - or Rick, as everyone called him, presumably for the pleasing alliteration.

Spencer was yawning into a bowl of coffee that Tom was pretty sure was supposed to hold cereal. He didn't say anything, just asked for the same.

Despite his willing compliance the day before, he was worried that Spencer would force him to talk or get huffy when he didn't. In fact he did neither; he fell asleep within five minutes, his head lolling against the grubby passenger seat window. His stubbly beard was slightly darker than his hair, which blew into his eyes - Tom kept his window open because the aircon was extremely temperamental.

Spencer didn't wake until Tom's first stop, at a viewing point overhanging a canyon. A family from a Winnebago were already there, dropping crumbs on the ragged picnic table and yelling fit to wake the dead. The three kids were identical in their covering of dirt and bright, crooked smiles. Their parents were delighted when Tom asked to photograph them and instantly made them pose in uncomfortable, unnatural positions, ruining the shot entirely.

Tom turned his attention to the view, which swept up acres of farmland and a smoky industrial town to fit under a tight cap of achingly blue sky. He'd taken a few desultory shots when Spencer stumbled up to him, bangs drifting messy and light over his forehead.

"I thought you'd run away without me," he said accusingly.

"Yeah, that mom is hot," said Tom, referring to a fifteen-stone woman with three chins under her placid, smiling face. "I left you the car, though."

"And no snacks," said Spencer.

"There were Hersheys in the glovebox," said Tom.

"'Were' being the operative word." Spencer grinned and stuck out his tongue, on which a chocolate heart was melting. Tom snapped a quick picture in close-up - the difference in textures was fascinating. Spencer rolled his eyes, blushing a little, but he was clearly so used to being photographed that it barely registered. Taking advantage, Tom clicked through half a roll of Spencer leaning over the faded barricade, gazing almost wistfully down at small-town America, and captured him accepting half a turkey sandwich from a Winnebago kid. Tom felt the low, fuzzy feeling in his gut that meant he'd got it - the rare, elusive, perfect shot.

"C'mon, we'd better catch up the bus," he said, and had to clear his throat.
 
 
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Merit: BPanicmeritjubet on May 14th, 2009 11:18 am (UTC)
Tom's got a cruuuuuuush~ I liked how you mentioned how posing ruined the shot. It does! so often.
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Disney: Lion King splashscoradh on May 14th, 2009 06:23 pm (UTC)
HE DOES, OH HOW HE DOES. :D

I am no photographer, but overly posed anything = bad.
a work in progresswintersjuly on May 14th, 2009 01:17 pm (UTC)
you just know what i need don't you? TOMRAD AND SPENCER HAPPY MAKING ♥_♥
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: halowrites: child on swingscoradh on May 14th, 2009 06:24 pm (UTC)
And I bet they do, eventually. Happy making all over the backseat, TSK TSK.

Edited at 2009-05-14 06:25 pm (UTC)
Rosfoi_nefaste on May 14th, 2009 02:44 pm (UTC)
This is achingly sweet, in such a low-key kind of way. You've got a gift for descriptions. VERY nice. :)
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Disney: Enchanted rock sittingscoradh on May 14th, 2009 06:25 pm (UTC)
Why, thank you! *beams* I am having way too much fun tormenting people with this. (And uncut, too!)
and that was the beginning of fairies: Perplexednyx_nox on May 14th, 2009 04:58 pm (UTC)
Okay, so now I want to snuggle you. You should maybe come with a warning. :P

The pleasing alliteration *dies* First I was thinking Brendon probably started that so he could call them Rick 'n' Ryan. And then I had the "RICK RONICK + RYAN ROSS AWW O.O" moment, 'cause sometimes I'm slow like that. *g*

They made out in Brendon and Jon's room, why is that so completely adorable?
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Discworld: Death of Ratsscoradh on May 14th, 2009 06:22 pm (UTC)
I thought of Rick'n'Ryan too! Rick and Ryaning. But they are ALL RS. It is a playground of Rs!

They made out in Brendon and Jon's room, why is that so completely adorable?

Because everything they do is! They're each adorable separate but together, they make baskets of kittens jealous.
and that was the beginning of fairies: Booknyx_nox on May 17th, 2009 11:36 pm (UTC)
You just know there'd be alphabet metaphors worked into his next set of epic love songs. Irl, he'll probably overuse alliteration somewhere and I will be like "THE LOVE SONG OF RICK & RYAN" *points*.

they make baskets of kittens jealous.
Yes, this! All the fic wherein Spencer is Dylan & Clover's favourite is clearly not taking feline jealousy into account. They are all claws when he's around. He'd be sad, but a) he's not Brendon, and b) he has a Tom.
girl; obsessed: bandom - tomradcomplications_g on May 14th, 2009 07:13 pm (UTC)
OMG, you wrote me Spencer/Tom fic!!! :DDD

And it's gorgeous! Making out and cars and chocolate and photos and coffee in bowls, ugh. ♥♥♥

It has a lovely tone, a tiny bit sad and also hopeful, I really like it. :)

*squishes*
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Art: white dressscoradh on May 14th, 2009 07:25 pm (UTC)
HAHAHA DO NOT SPEAK TOO SOON. THERE IS SO MUCH MORE OF THIS IN MY BRAIN.
girl; obsessed: bandom - spencer's mouth!complications_g on May 14th, 2009 07:28 pm (UTC)
:D

MORE?? THAT IS AWESOME NEWS! I FULLY ENCOURAGE THIS!
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Art: Bollywoodscoradh on May 18th, 2009 08:03 am (UTC)
Well is there anything you would particularly like to see, before I commit the next madness to print? As this is completely random, any guidance is not only welcome but probably necessary. ;D
girl; obsessed: bandom - tomradcomplications_g on May 18th, 2009 08:17 am (UTC)
Oh wow, um, ...I have no clue? ;)

Maybe some more interaction with the rest of Panic? Like, Spencer talking with Ryan or Jon about his thing with Tom would be cool. Or Tom talking to someone about Spencer, either is good. I love stuff like that. :D

I love that you're doing this so much, you know. ♥
Lib: Spencerlibgirl on May 21st, 2009 10:08 am (UTC)
Answers your call...however poorly.
Spencer wasn't actually in the habit of making out with hot guys as soon as he met them--something that he told himself he wasn't doing now either, as he had technically met Tom years ago.

It wasn't his fault that Tom, with his nose ring and flip flops, was sort of irresistible. It wasn't fair because he was so quiet, sneaky even and then, wham!, you were sitting on Brendon's bed with your tongue in his mouth, ignoring the occasional soft thump of a pillowing bouncing off your shoulder. He was just glad that Ryan had gone out with Rick.

~~

Ryan found him in the morning, asking how his evening had been, with far more eyebrow waggling than was required.

Brendon was terrible at keeping his mouth shut.

Still, it was just one more reason to go down to breakfast late and meet Tom. One more reason to sling into the passenger seat of Tom's beat-up four-door with the window down and the wind sending his bangs to tickle his cheekbones.

He didn't meant to fall asleep, but the warm sun on his face and the feeling of the road beneath him, so much more immediate and real in Tom's car, and the sound of Tom singing along to some CD lulled him asleep against his will.

When he woke up, it was because there was no more movement and the fine wisps of his hair were tickling his nose. He sneezed and sat up, looking around and spotting Tom, camera in hand, trying to get pictures of three messy, dark-haired kids. Spencer smiled, almost in spite of himself, familiar now, because of Jon and Shane, of the photographer's need to capture life in action and their frustration at the posed falsehood of forced pictures.

He just sat there for a minute, watching Tom, smiling when he gave up and stared out at the view, his camera in hand, half-heartedly taking pictures, as if only to remind himself that it was still there.

Spencer wasn't a photographer, but if he was, that was the picture he'd take. Tom, his hair messy and wind-blown, the bit of silver in his nose gleaming and his eyes distant, the camera in his hand so natural as to be almost an extension of himself.

Spencer almost didn't want to interrupt him, but something about that image drew him, made him want to be part of it. The same way that Tom had been drawing him since he stumbled out of his bunk and saw him there, in their lounge, laughing with Ryan.

With a smile, he brushed his hair back and got out of the car, walking over to him, again.
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Art: owlsscoradh on May 22nd, 2009 09:26 am (UTC)
WELL HELLO THAR. :DDD
Before I start, I must just say one thing - I didn't actually intend to have Tom and Spence making out there; it was supposed to be Brendon and Jon. But my pronouns were stupidly confusing! My bad! HOWEVER I still like the idea of Spencer's sudden onset, totes obvious crush that Ryan can tease him about because of his special BFF powers.

The same way that Tom had been drawing him since he stumbled out of his bunk and saw him there, in their lounge, laughing with Ryan.

OH YES. You see, the reason I didn't have them kissing yet is because I love the killer UST. Here you make Spencer be almost helpless with want and I LOVE IT. A plus plus!

Mmm, I'm so gonna write more of this after my exam (which I should be studying for). Not to coerce you or anything, but the post will be there if you ever wanna add to it ... Spencer. ;D
Lib: Panic Lovelibgirl on May 22nd, 2009 10:09 am (UTC)
Re: WELL HELLO THAR. :DDD
I feel like a moron. I'm sorry. I thought it was a bit speedy for makeouts but every time I read that sentence I kept coming back to it being them. My bad. I'm sorry.

I'll come back and try to fix it later. Or at least give you a different, no makeouts take on it. That would proabably make me happier there. :D

I'm happy to keep trying, however ineptly, to offer you the shadow story, though I guarantee that my efforts are weak. :/

I hope your exam goes wonderfully! :D
Lib: Spencerlibgirl on May 26th, 2009 11:26 am (UTC)
Re: WELL HELLO THAR. :DDD
Ryan and Rick had waved and said they were going out. Ryan had stared intently at Spencer, apparently attempting to beam a message into his brain. Spencer wasn't sure which was worse, that Ryan thought he had telepathic powers, or that he apparently did. Regardless, Spencer knew that Ryan was telling to have fun, not-so-subtly nudging him towards Tom. Which, hey, watching t.v. with your two best friends, who might as well be married, was pretty much guaranteed to make you closer. Especially if the only real seating was a bed.

Spencer had propped himself up on Brendon's bed and piled two of the pillows behind him--that was one perk of headlining: better hotels meant more, better pillows. Tom had followed him and Spencer had tried, very hard to ignore the scant four inches that separated them.

It wasn't like they weren't friends or couldn't talk, they were, they did, but Spencer could feel the overwhelming awareness of Tom. He wasn't entirely sure that he was breathing, but he knew, to the last beat, what time Tom was breathing in.

It might have been more awkward, it was awkward, it's always awkward when you're the not-couple in the room with a making out couple, but by the time they'd started chucking things at Brendon and Jon, it felt more like they were in this together, somehow.

Eventually they gave up on securing the attention of the other two and started talking, completely ignoring the movie they were supposedly all watching. Tom was talking about driving, the feel of the open road and the sense of freedom that came with it and before he could stop himself, he asked if he could ride along.

His smile was stupidly huge when Tom said yes.

~~

Ryan found him in the morning, asking how his evening had been, with far more eyebrow waggling than was required.

Spencer just grinned and asked him how his own evening had gone. The best defense was always a good offense with Ryan, who knew he was being diverted but couldn't stop talking about Eric long enough to care.

Still, it was just one more reason to go down to breakfast late and meet Tom. One more reason to sling into the passenger seat of Tom's beat-up four-door with the window down and the wind sending his bangs to tickle his cheekbones.

He didn't mean to fall asleep, but the warm sun on his face and the feeling of the road beneath him, so much more immediate and real in Tom's car, and the sound of Tom singing along to some CD lulled him asleep against his will.

When he woke up, it was because there was no more movement and the fine wisps of his hair were tickling his nose. He sneezed and sat up, looking around and spotting Tom, camera in hand, trying to get pictures of three messy, dark-haired kids. Spencer smiled, almost in spite of himself, familiar now, because of Jon and Shane, of the photographer's need to capture life in action and their frustration at the posed falsehood of forced pictures.

He just sat there for a minute, watching Tom, smiling when he gave up and stared out at the view, his camera in hand, half-heartedly taking pictures, as if only to remind himself that it was still there.

Spencer wasn't a photographer, but if he was, that was the picture he'd take. Tom, his hair messy and wind-blown, the bit of silver in his nose gleaming and his eyes distant, the camera in his hand so natural as to be almost an extension of himself.

Spencer almost didn't want to interrupt him, but something about that image drew him, made him want to be part of it. The same way that Tom had been drawing him since he stumbled out of his bunk and saw him there, in their lounge, laughing with Ryan.

With a smile, he brushed his hair back and got out of the car, walking over to him, again.

----

Is that better?

every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Art: statuescoradh on May 26th, 2009 07:12 pm (UTC)
Re: WELL HELLO THAR. :DDD
He wasn't entirely sure that he was breathing, but he knew, to the last beat, what time Tom was breathing in.


Oh man, that's just divine.

I don't even feel the littlest bit guilty about coopting you into writing it twice! :D
Lib: Frank's smilelibgirl on May 27th, 2009 02:38 am (UTC)
Re: WELL HELLO THAR. :DDD
I'm glad you like it then. ~swipes hand across forehead~

:)