Feb. 4th, 2010
Title: Fear of Flying
Author: Mokuyoubi
Pairing: Spencer/Brendon
Rating: NC-17
WC: 30,066
Summary: Spencer Smith, part-owner and celebrated head chef of noted restaurant Panic! At The Disco, is talented, rich, and gorgeous. The rest of the staff can't even seem to remember that Brendon works there.
“You’re really good at that,” Jon observed.
“Good at what?” Brendon asked, swirling his spoon in his dish. The ice cream was a melted mess by now.
“Finding excuses not to come to the party even when you’re invited, not letting Spencer get to know you even when he asks you a direct question about yourself,” Jon said casually.
Brendon dropped his spoon and glared across the table. “What are you trying to say?”
“I’m saying that you don’t want anyone getting any closer to you,” Jon said. “How long were you with your last boyfriend?”
Author’s note: Written for my
help_haiti winner
saba1789’s request for an AU with cook!Spencer working at or maybe even owning a restaurant + waiter!Brendon, on whom Spencer has a (seemingly) unrequited crush. There could be enforced having to spend time with each other and some pining and then a happy end.
This is kind of that fic… I hope you like it, babe.
Love and thanks to my terrific betas
randomepiphany and
okubyo_kitsune for being so patient with me, and to
reni_days for cheerleading and making me smile, even though she was miserable. <3
Please see end of fic for extended notes/disclaimers :D
( Part One )
Author: Mokuyoubi
Pairing: Spencer/Brendon
Rating: NC-17
WC: 30,066
Summary: Spencer Smith, part-owner and celebrated head chef of noted restaurant Panic! At The Disco, is talented, rich, and gorgeous. The rest of the staff can't even seem to remember that Brendon works there.
“You’re really good at that,” Jon observed.
“Good at what?” Brendon asked, swirling his spoon in his dish. The ice cream was a melted mess by now.
“Finding excuses not to come to the party even when you’re invited, not letting Spencer get to know you even when he asks you a direct question about yourself,” Jon said casually.
Brendon dropped his spoon and glared across the table. “What are you trying to say?”
“I’m saying that you don’t want anyone getting any closer to you,” Jon said. “How long were you with your last boyfriend?”
Author’s note: Written for my
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This is kind of that fic… I hope you like it, babe.
Love and thanks to my terrific betas
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Please see end of fic for extended notes/disclaimers :D
( Part One )