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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Bandom, Panic_At_The_Disco
  Relationship:
      Ryan_Ross/Spencer_Smith/Brendon_Urie
  Additional Tags:
      Mpreg, High_School, Crack, Fluff, Humor, Magical_Pregnancy_Tears, Yes_you
      read_that_tag_right
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-03-14 Words: 4931
****** Sometimes like butterflies ******
by fictionalaspect
Summary
     "Spencer," Ryan says. "I am going to walk downstairs and I am going
     to tell your parents that you have a drug problem, and when they ask
     me why, I am going to very clearly and firmly tell them that you have
     been sitting up here telling me the reason I don't feel good in the
     morning is that you cried in front of me, for the first time ever,
     and your magical tears got me pregnant. Are you okay with that? You
     need to be okay with that."
Notes
     Completely absurd mpreg premise and completely unrealistic depictions
     of teenage pregnancy. I know almost nothing about pregnancy and/or
     babies. I probably should never have even attempted to write this,
     except that lalejandra came up with the idea on twitter and then I
     was helpless to resist. Thank you to her for reading this over and
     cheerleading, and to shihadchick for the final beta.
"You're joking," Ryan says, and he's got one hand over his stomach and his
expression has never been quite so flat, quite so furious. Spencer looks down
at his knees and wonders if throwing up is an option. Ryan's already thrown up
twice this morning, though, so maybe they've used up their quota.
"I'm not saying that's it," Spencer says, wincing as Ryan gives him a death
glare. "I'm just saying. It's a thing. That happens sometimes. To people."
"You're high," Ryan says flatly, and turns to leave. "This is stupid, you're
high, you've gone fucking crazy or something and you've turned into some drug
addict and I hate you, this isn't funny, seriously, you need help--"
"Look, okay, not just to any people, to me, to me and my family, and--fuck,
Ryan, I know how this sounds, okay? How do you think I felt when my mom sat me
down and told me there was a reason I was conceived the day their dog died?"
"That is so fucked up," Ryan says. "You are so fucked up."
"Go ask them," Spencer says desperately. "Actually wait, no. Fuck. Don't ask
them, then they'll know."
"Spencer," Ryan says. "I am going to walk downstairs and I am going to tell
your parents that you have a drug problem, and when they ask me why, I am going
to very clearly and firmly tell them that you have been sitting up here telling
me the reason I don't feel good in the morning is that you cried in front of
me, for the first time ever, and your magical tears got me pregnant. Are you
okay with that? You need to be okay with that."
"Fuck," Spencer says, and buries his face in his hands as Ryan walks out the
door and slams it shut.
--
"I told you," Spencer says grimly, two hours later. Ryan's still sitting on the
couch, curled up in a blanket with only his nose peeking out. Ginger keeps
rubbing his arm gently, like she knows what he's going through. Which she
totally does, but still. Spencer doesn't need reminding that his best friend
and his mom can bond over their creepy genetically improbable pregnancies.
"I thought you were doing drugs," Ryan says, in a small voice. "Why weren't you
doing drugs?"
"Because I don't do drugs," Spencer says. "Obviously. I'm sorry, Ryan. I didn't
mean to. I just--I told you not to hug me."
"You were crying before practice alone in the practice space," Ryan says,
frowning at Spencer. "Of course I'm going to hug you. Or like. Touch you, or
something. That's what you do when people cry. You touch them."
"Oh honey," Ginger says, still petting his arm. She sounds a little bit like
she's trying not to laugh. "Yeah. That's what you do. You didn't do anything
wrong. Spencer should have told you."
"I tried," Spencer says. "I said 'Ryan, don't touch me, seriously, it's bad,
you don't want to know.'"
"I thought you were going to tell me you were gay," Ryan says. "I didn't want
you to think I wouldn't hug you if you were gay."
"Oh," Spencer says.
"Are you gay?" Ryan says.
"Maybe," Spencer says. "I don't know. I'm sixteen. I got you pregnant. Does
that count?"
"Should I leave the room and let you boys have this conversation on your own?"
Ginger says, coughing and then standing up.
"It's fine," Ryan says miserably. "It doesn't matter if he's not gay. I'm going
to die a virgin anyway. An artificially inseminated virgin mother. Father.
Whatever."
"No, Ryan," Spencer says. "No, hey. Seriously. We'll figure this out. We can--
I'm not going to let that happen. I didn't say no. Maybe, you know. After you
stop throwing up. We can try it and then I can see if I like it."
"I'm leaving now," Ginger says, and she's definitely trying not to laugh. "I
mean, I would give you The Talk, but--"
"Right," Spencer says glumly. Fuck. They're having a baby. Fuck. Ryan is
pregnant. Ryan is pregnant. Spencer doesn't want a baby. Spencer doesn't want
Ryan to have his baby. He doesn't want any of this. Babies are weird and smell
weird and everything about this is weird and it sucks.
His phone rings.
"Hey," Spencer says, when he sees it's Brendon on the phone. He doesn't really
want to talk to anyone right now, but Brendon usually cheers him up. They don't
have to tell him Ryan's pregnant just yet.
"Hey," Brendon says, and there's something about his voice that sounds strange.
"Hey, so. Um. This is--fuck, this is going to sound really weird. But did you
guys like--do you feel okay? Because I keep throwing up, it's weird, it's only
in the mornings and I went to the doctor and he said it's probably a virus, but
it started right after practice last week."
Spencer drops the phone.
"Spencer?" Brendon's voice says, tinny through the receiver. "Spence? For real,
is it just me? Because the doctor said if it was a virus we'd probably all get
it, or maybe one of us was the carrier or something. You don't want this, man.
It sucks."
Spencer stares blankly across the room at the family portrait over their
entertainment console, and wonders if this is when his parents actually,
physically murder him. He's not expecting the punch Ryan socks into his jaw,
sharp and clean, but that's only because he's run out of things to expect
today. At this point, the next thing on the agenda is pigs flying and the
nuclear apocalypse.
"You got Brendon pregnant?" Ryan screeches. Spencer cradles his jaw, shaking
his head helplessly at Ryan.
"I didn't cry on him," Spencer says. "I don't fucking know, I didn't--we
didn't--"
"Guys?" Brendon says uncertainly. "Are you--are you okay?"
"Brendon," Ryan says, picking up the phone. His tone is firm. "Come over to
Spencer's house right now. I mean it. Right. Now."
"Jeez," Brendon says. "Uh, okay." Ryan hangs up the phone, turning to Spencer.
"How did you get Brendon pregnant," Ryan says. "How. Think about it. You
fucking got him pregnant, so you think really long and hard about how that
could have happened."
"You don't know that," Spencer says, but all he can see in his head is the
memory of pushing Ryan away and--before that--sitting alone on Brendon's amp,
crying over his stupid SAT score, even though it didn't matter, even though
Spencer wasn't going to college anyway and he didn't care and it had just been
a weird day and all of a sudden he'd been crying. But he'd been crying on
Brendon's amp. And then later on, Brendon had come to practice. And touched his
amp. A lot.
"I was sitting on Brendon's amp," Spencer says, bracing himself for another
punch. "Like. Before you came in. So. Maybe."
Ryan seems to deflate, his shoulders slumping. "Oh," Ryan says. "That's--okay.
I mean fuck, that's not okay, but it's better than what I thought."
"What did you think?" Spencer says. "You think Brendon and I were having secret
crying rendezvous sessions? That I was friend-cheating on you by crying with
Brendon?"
"No," Ryan says. "Yes. Maybe."
"Today is so fucking weird," Spencer says, and Ryan just stares at him and
nods. They're silent for a long moment, and then Ryan pushes the corner of the
blanket towards him.
"Do you want some blanket?" Ryan says. "Um. We could share it until Brendon
comes."
"Okay," Spencer says, and curls into Ryan's side and waits for the doorbell to
ring.
--
Brendon, to his credit, takes the news really well until he has to go throw up
again, at which point Spencer finds him curled up on Spencer's bathroom floor
with his hands around his knees.
"Sorry," Spencer says miserably, when Brendon looks up at him but stays silent.
He looks really sad.
"It's not your fault," Brendon says. "I mean, it is your fault, because you
left your creepy pregnancy tears all over my stuff, but. You didn't mean to."
"I was trying really hard not to get anyone pregnant," Spencer says, sitting
down next to Brendon on the tiled floor. "So obviously I fucked up and got
everyone pregnant. But like - you guys will be okay? My parents are going to
help out. They know some good doctors and they'll take care of you and no one's
going to stick you in a medical lab and do tests on you. They've had some
practice at this kind of thing."
"Yeah," Brendon says. "I guess this means your uncle and his partner didn't
adopt all those kids, huh?"
"Yeah," Spencer says. "They really didn't. So. You know. Precedent."
"Can you get people pregnant the other way?" Brendon says. "Like. The normal
way? Do you--" He's blushing, but he forces the words out. "Like, if you came
on me, would you get me pregnant?"
"No?" Spencer says. "Maybe? I don't know. I never asked. I sort of assumed that
would happen, you know. The usual way. In that come sometimes gets people
pregnant. But I don't think mine is extra pregnant-y, or whatever."
"Right," Brendon says. "Well, I mean. Not like it matters now. You can't get me
any more pregnant."
"Yup," Spencer agrees.
"So when do I stop throwing up?" Brendon says, after a pause. "And when do I
start--like. Showing? When do I get all baby-fied?"
"I don't know," Spencer says. "My mom has some books on it. We could look it
up."
"We should do that," Brendon says, and Spencer reaches over and squeezes his
hand.
--
Spencer wants to die of shame for the entire day of their first official
doctor's visit, but he feels a little better when the doctor assures him that
this isn't the first time it's happened.
"Besides," he says, poking Ryan's stomach while Ryan makes a displeased
expression. "With artificial insemination nowadays, it's not even that
uncommon. It will be interesting to see if you two have twins."
"Twins?" Brendon says weakly, and all Spencer can think is oh god four babies,
not four babies, oh fuck.
"Not in each of you," the doctor says, finally letting Ryan sit back up and hop
off the table. He looks very young and fragile in his worn hospital gown, and
Brendon doesn't look much older. "I mean, your children might be genetic twins,
if they came from the same set of tears. You might each be carrying one."
"Oh," Brendon says, and there's a moment where they all meet each other's eyes,
and Spencer thinks they're all thinking the same thing, which is basically that
might be kind of cool. Maybe they'll be boy and girl twins. Or two girls. Or
two boys. Spencer thinks he doesn't really want two boys. He was a boy. He
knows exactly how problematic they are in the Smith family, and then when they
hit puberty this whole thing might start all over again.
"Everything looks pretty good to me," the doctor says, when he's finished with
Brendon. "Both of you have the right body structure to carry, and you should
have an easy time of it. You'll need Cesarean sections at the end, of course.
There's no way around that."
"Right," Ryan says, looking vaguely ill.
"I'll be there," Spencer says helplessly, squeezing Ryan's hand, and then
Brendon's when he slips his fingers into Spencer's from the other side. "I
promise. I'll be there the whole time."
"I know," Ryan says, as the doctor leaves and they start to put their clothes
back on. "I know, Spencer. It's just. Surgery." He makes a face, one that
Brendon mirrors.
"It'll be okay," Spencer says uselessly, wishing he could reach into the
universe and make that a reality, wishing he could bend time and space and
matter so that this could all happen in the easiest way possible for his
friends. "I promise. It will all be okay."
--
Pregnancy makes Ryan mellow, and it makes Brendon horny. It's not a sequence of
events that Spencer would have predicted, but suddenly Ryan is lazing about
everywhere and watching both of them with half-lidded eyes and Brendon keeps
furtively sneaking into the bathroom to jerk off.
Spencer thinks he should probably offer to do something about that--about both
of them, actually, considering that Ryan disappears often enough on his own,
but he can't decide if that would be crossing a line. He's already managed to
get his friends pregnant, and not exactly with their permission. Maybe they
don't want any help from him on the hormonal front. Spencer isn't going to hold
it against them. He's still sort of waiting for more face-punching.
Ryan eats a lot, but then, he always eats a lot. Brendon eats more than he used
to, but that's because Spencer's parents are feeding him three meals a day, and
he's not trying to scrape together enough money to buy groceries. Moving a bed
for Ryan into Spencer's room hadn't been particularly complicated, but
Spencer's sisters are still pissed about having to share a room so Brendon
could come live with them. Spencer knows there's lots of practical reasons for
both Brendon and Ryan to be living with the Smiths, but secretly he's mostly
just glad that they're never more than 20 feet away at all times. It makes him
feel weird and scared inside when he thinks about what would happen if they
weren't all living together, even though he's not really sure where those
feelings are coming from.
"You should feed me more," Brendon says, interrupting Spencer's train of
thought. He's got his legs slung over Spencer's on the couch, while Ryan is
stretched out in the recliner next to them, barely an arm's length away. He
pokes Spencer in the side with the remote. "Food. I need more of it."
"Mmm," Ryan says, blinking sleepily over at them. It's past midnight, but none
of them have managed to get up off the couch yet and actually go to bed. "Me
too. I want pizza. Do we have any more frozen pizza?"
"Macaroni and cheese," Brendon says, shaking his head. "Come on, Easy Mac. You
know you want Easy Mac."
"We can do both," Spencer says, ignoring the fact that they only have the boxed
kind, and that that means he's going to have to both make Ryan pizza and also
boil water for Brendon and stuff. He could go for some Easy Mac. "But you're
supposed to be eating vegetables and stuff."
"Tomatoes are vegetables," Ryan says, just as Brendon says, "so put some
tomatoes in, whatever," and they both stop and snicker at each other. Spencer
rolls his eyes.
"Fine," he says, kicking Brendon's feet off his lap. "But only if you both
agree to let me have naming rights."
"No way," Ryan says instantly, while Brendon seems to be considering it. "It's
my baby," Ryan says, but he's grinning because they've had this conversation
about seventeen hundred times in the past two months. "I get to name it. I'm
carrying it and I'm naming it. Even if I want to name it Horatio."
"Horatio Ross-Smith sounds like a millionaire's kid," Brendon says. "Like, that
kid should be wearing Dockers and polo shirts from birth."
"Ugh," Spencer and Ryan agree, in unison. Brendon nods. "Exactly," Brendon
says. "Don't name him Horatio. If it's a him."
"Right," Ryan says thoughtfully. He taps his lip. "What do you think about
Tansy?"
"Tansy?" Brendon says doubtfully.
"It's a flower," Ryan says. "Or, um. Aralia? It's a tree. Or Verbena?"
"You were reading Ginger's garden books again, weren't you," Brendon says.
"Maybe," Ryan says evasively. "So?"
"I like Aralia," Spencer says, because something soft has taken up residence in
his chest, something warm that's calling out mine, ours, mine. "If it's a girl
you should pick that one." He doesn't think his voice sounds any different, but
then Ryan's looking up at him with an equally soft expression, and nodding
slowly.
"Okay," Ryan says. "Aralia. If it's a girl. Or whatever."
"Okay," Spencer says, and goes to put the pizza in the oven.
--
"Spencer?" Brendon says, one day when it's just the two of them curled up in
Spencer's bed after school, and Ryan's working an afternoon shift at the vet's
office. They've always been tactile with each other, but now it's like some
hidden rules between the three of them have been washed away and all of a
sudden it's perfectly acceptable to spend long, lazy afternoons curled up
around Brendon, listening to him breathe. Ryan will probably just smile at them
when he comes home and then slide into bed with them. Spencer privately thinks
it might be the best perk of this whole mess, especially when Brendon or Ryan
lets Spencer sneak a hand onto his belly.
"Yeah?" Spencer says, pressing his nose behind Brendon's ear, mostly to hear
Brendon giggle. He rubs his hand over Brendon's stomach again and thinks, ours.
"You want to know a secret?" Brendon says, rolling over to face him. His hair
is all mussed up, and it's almost overwhelmingly adorable.
"Sure," Spencer says, and tells himself that his sudden breathlessness has
everything to do with how warm it is under the covers, and nothing to do with
how bright Brendon's eyes are.
"Mine's a girl, too," Brendon says, and Spencer blinks.
"But we haven't--"
"I know," Brendon says. "I know we said we didn't want to know for sure. But I
just know. I don't know how, but it's a girl. And I think Ryan's is, too."
"Oh," Spencer says, and thinks about two baby girls, two little balls of fluff
with Brendon's big eyes and Ryan's smile and maybe even some of himself in
there too, if he's lucky. It's not like the sex even matters that much, and
Spencer's pretty sure he's going to love his babies even if they turn out to be
frogs or something, but--he doesn't know. He likes the sound of girls.
"Are you mad that I told you?" Brendon says, looking unsure, and Spencer shakes
his head.
"No," Spencer says, linking his fingers with Brendon's. "I'm--that's good.
Girls are good. I like baby girls. I mean, whatever. It's ours, it will be the
best baby either way."
"Yeah," Brendon says. "Our babies are going to be the most awesome "
"We can buy them lego trucks and Barbie dolls and princess dresses and race
cars," Spencer says.
"And Baby Einstein tapes," Brendon says. "And stuffed Ewoks."
"And stuffed Ewoks," Spencer promises solemnly, squeezing Brendon's hand. "Have
you--have you thought of a name?"
"Sort of," Brendon says, and he's looking down at their joined hands, a faint
blush on his cheekbones. "It's not as cool as Ryan's, though."
"Just tell me," Spencer says. "I'll probably think it's cool."
"I want to name her Harmony," Brendon says. "Is that lame? It's dorky, isn't
it."
"No," Spencer says, biting his lip. "No, that's--it's kind of perfect. That's
awesome. Harmony Urie."
"And Aralia Ross," Brendon says, starting to grin again. They'd all decided
unequivocally that the babies would just take their respective dad's last
names, because it made everything a lot less complicated in the long run.
"Yeah," Spencer says. "Our babies are going to be awesome."
--
The house is silent when Spencer gets home from school the next day, which is a
weird enough experience that it makes him pause in the front hallway. Ryan had
claimed he wasn't feeling good and refused to get out of bed that morning, but
even if Ryan's napping that still leaves the question of where Brendon is. He
usually gets home from school before Spencer does.
"Hello?" Spencer calls out, and he's rewarded with the faint hiss of the
upstairs shower when he listens closely. He climbs the stairs and knocks on the
door, calling out "Brendon? Ryan?" and then pushing the door open and sticking
his head in when he doesn't get an answer.
"Which one of you--oh..." Spencer says, the words dying on his lips when he
sees not one, but two silhouettes behind their map-of-the-world shower curtain.
That's--new. That's definitely new. Spencer thinks he would have remembered
that if it had happened before now.
"Oh. I'll. Um. I'll just--"
"Spencer," Ryan says, tugging the curtain back, and wow, Ryan is naked. Ryan is
so naked. Ryan is supposed to be sick, what the fuck, and now he's naked in
Spencer's shower with Brendon. Spencer feels like he missed a step.
"Good, you're home," Ryan says. His cheeks are flushed. "Get naked and get in
the shower, come on."
"Uh," Spencer says. "I thought that we weren't--"
"Weren't what?" Ryan says.
"Doing the naked thing," Spencer says awkwardly. "I mean. Because we haven't
been doing the naked thing. Except I guess you guys have been?"
"We haven't been," Ryan says. "But fuck, seriously, I am so goddamn horny and
so is Brendon and this is stupid. You should get in the shower, come on.
Unless--unless you don't want to," Ryan says after a beat, looking decidedly
less confident.
"No--I--I got you both pregnant," Spencer says. "I felt like. I don't know, I
didn't think you'd want my help with anything else, considering how badly I
fucked it up last time."
"Make it up to us with orgasms," Brendon says, ducking around the shower
curtain to look at Spencer. His hair is a mess and his cheeks are all pink and
damn, Spencer managed to impregnate some seriously hot dudes. He wants to give
himself a high five, except that's fucked up.
"Seriously," Brendon says. "I am so sick of jerking off. If I don't get some
help with this I'm going to explode. Get in the shower and make out with us,
come on."
"Is this why you stayed home from school today?" Spencer says, finally stepping
into the bathroom and closing the door behind himself before tugging his
clothing off, leaving it in a pile on the floor. "Seriously, Ryan?"
"No," Ryan says. "I stayed home because I didn't feel like going to school, and
then Brendon came home and started jerking off in the shower and I figured, why
not kill two birds with one stone."
"Right," Spencer says. He stares at the shower curtain, and at Ryan's face and
Brendon's face, peeking out on opposite sides. Their hair is plastered to their
foreheads, and Spencer is naked and he's hard and they're both naked and hard
and Spencer feels like he should just take a moment to appreciate how surreal
this situation is before he rolls with it.
"Honestly, do you not want to? You don't have to," Ryan says, looking
concerned, and Spencer shakes his head and steps into the shower, holding on to
Ryan's offered hand so he doesn't fall.
"I want to," Spencer says, just in case there's any question about that.
"Good," Brendon says. It's a tight fit once they're all situated and then all
of a sudden Ryan's mouth is on his, soft and wet from the spray, and Brendon is
snuggling up against Spencer's back and rubbing his dick against Spencer's ass.
Ryan breaks away to breathe and flicks his gaze up at Spencer, and Spencer lets
himself settle his hands on Ryan's hips and just look at him for a moment,
flushed and pink. Both of them are starting to show, just a little, and Ryan's
small belly makes something curl up happily in Spencer's stomach.
"Less staring," Ryan says, but he's smiling when he leans back in to slide his
mouth over Spencer's, biting at Spencer's lower lip playfully. "More touching,
come on, jerk me off."
"Pushy," Spencer murmurs, but he gathers up his courage and slides his hand
over to Ryan's stomach, and then circles his fist around Ryan's cock. Behind
him, Brendon makes an encouraging noise and bites at the back of Spencer's
neck. His hands are tight on Spencer's hips as he rubs his dick along the small
of Spencer's back, fucking up into the dip just above his ass. It makes Spencer
feel weird and shivery and warm all over, even as Ryan's demanding all of his
attention.
"Harder," Ryan says, pressing even closer so they're skin-to-skin. Spencer
can't really move his arm this way, but Ryan doesn't seem to care, fucking up
into Spencer's hand with a jerky, awkward motion. Spencer tightens his fist and
hopes he's doing this right as he speeds up his hand, and then Ryan comes with
a groan all over Spencer's stomach. Spencer thinks about making fun of Ryan for
his lack of stamina, but he figures Ryan's probably got a good excuse for being
rather hair-trigger at the moment.
Brendon tugs on his hips impatiently, turning Spencer around so that he's
facing Brendon. He's flushed all over and he whines helplessly when Spencer
pushes his hand away from his cock and takes over for him, tugging on Spencer's
hair and kissing him soft and desperate.
"Yeah, that's it," Ryan murmurs, next to Spencer's ear, and Brendon whimpers
again. His mouth is open, panting against Spencer's cheek, and then Ryan is
reaching over Spencer's shoulder and tugging Brendon to him, kissing him long
and hard as Brendon fucks into Spencer's fist and comes with a soft, broken
noise.
When he finally pulls away he's still panting. Spencer wants nothing more than
to jerk off all over him, and Ryan, and pretty much everyone in the whole
world. Everyone that's currently inside their shower, anyway.
"If you can wait until we're in the bedroom, I can blow you," Ryan mumbles,
nipping at Spencer's ear from behind. "I can go like three times in a row now,
it's awesome. But if I try and blow you here I think I might drown."
"I can help," Brendon offers, rubbing his hand across Spencer's stomach, where
his come is smeared all over Spencer's skin. "I mean, with the blowjob. Not
with the drowning."
"Sure," Spencer says brokenly. "Sure, awesome. Blowjobs, no drowning. A+ plan.
Totally in favor."
"Good," Ryan says. "If I hold the blowjob in escrow, does that mean I can get
one of you to wash my hair for me first?"
--
"We're doing this every day," Brendon mumbles into Spencer's temple, three
hours later and a whole lot messier than they were when they started. "Every
single day. Fuck school. Fuck the smoothie hut, seriously."
"I feel like I should be talking you out of this," Spencer says dazedly. "But
nope, I'm right there with you." He stares at the ceiling, and runs his fingers
up and down the long line of Ryan's spine. Ryan has the smoothest skin he's
ever felt. It's sort of amazing.
"I'm hungry," Ryan mutters, his face tucked into Spencer's shoulder. His little
belly is pressing into Spencer's hip, and it makes Spencer just want to roll
over and push for round 4. He doesn't know why or how it's driving him so
crazy, just that it makes his whole chest open up with some weird new sensation
of love that he's never felt before. He wants to hold both of them close and
never let them go and four months into this he still hasn't fully wrapped his
head around the idea that they're all having a baby. Babies. Plural.
Together.
"We're having two babies," Spencer says, because sometimes he needs to say it
out loud just to confirm that it's real.
"Yeah," Brendon says quietly, into Spencer's shoulder. Spencer can feel the
shape of his smile again his skin.
"We're not having any babies if someone doesn't feed me, " Ryan says, poking
Spencer in the stomach, but Spencer can tell even without looking that Ryan is
smiling. It's something about the way he phrases his words, the way the letters
travel differently when they're shaped by a thin coating of joy.
"Stop being a dick," Brendon says, shoving Ryan in the shoulder. "Let Spencer
get all paternal and shit. He's having a dad-moment."
"That's totally what this is, isn't it," Spencer says weakly. "I'm getting
paternal."
"Welcome to the club," Ryan says. "We're all pretty paternal right now.
Seriously, do we have any more of those egg rolls?"
"Those things are so good," Brendon says. "Shit, if we don't have any, we're
going to the store and getting more. I want six million egg rolls right now."
"I want pants," Spencer says, sitting up decisively. "And then egg rolls. But
pants first."
"Only if you promise we're doing this from now on," Ryan says, stretching out
lazily before sitting up and fumbling around on Spencer's floor for his jeans.
"My new requirement for having your magical tear baby is that everyone fucks me
a lot."
"Seconded," Brendon says, pulling on his briefs. "But I can help fuck Ryan if
your dick gets too tired."
"I'll be sure to warn you when that happens," Spencer says.
Brendon pauses in the doorway as they're leaving the room, once they're all
reasonably dressed and presentable. Ryan's holding on to Spencer's hand,
tugging him downstairs with considerable force, but Spencer leans back for just
a moment to see what's going on with Brendon.
"What's up?" Spencer says, and Brendon leans in and kisses him on the cheek.
"Babies," Brendon says quietly. "That's what's up." He's blushing, eyelashes
flickering down as though he's embarrassed.
"Babies," Spencer agrees, taking Brendon's hand and letting both of them be
pulled downstairs by Ryan's insistent tugging. "Our babies."
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