fic snippet: puppy (gen)
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sailorstkwrningIn honor of my caving and buying paid time for this journal, have 1400 words or so of puppy-play gen, starring Brendon, Ryan, Alex Greenwald, and poor long-suffering Spencer. It's a chunk of something that will be longer (I have all kinds of brackety scenes laid out!) but I don't know, I felt like sharing now.
Brendon goes over to Spencer's house. He lets himself in, and Spencer hollers at him to come on in the kitchen. When Brendon pushes the door open, Ryan and Alex are there. Ryan is under the kitchen table wearing nothing but a jockstrap and a choke-chain, and is gnawing on fruit-roll-up. Alex is wearing a leather collar and boxer-briefs and is batting a tennis ball around Spencer's feet.
"They're pretending to be dogs," Spencer says, before Brendon can even fully absorb the scene. "For their creative process."
Brendon sets his bag down and looks back at Alex, who is peering up at him from behind the tangled mess of his hair. Brendon leans down and stretches his fingers out in greeting; Alex sniffs them, makes a whuffling noise, then nuzzles at Brendon's hand for petting. Brendon crouches down, feeling both very awkward and aware Spencer is watching him.
"Hey there," Brendon says, smoothing his hands over Alex's hair and trying to comb some of the tangles out with his fingers.
Alex whuffles again, then leans down, picks the tennis ball up with his teeth, and pushes it into Brendon's palm. It's gross and soggy and Brendon drops it immediately. It rolls towards Ryan and Alex darts after it, catches it in his teeth and brings it back to Brendon. They repeat the cycle until Spencer makes a pointed noise and Brendon gets to his feet.
Spencer has two cups of coffee in his hands and a pad of paper tucked under his arm. Brendon takes one of the mugs and follows Spencer into the living room.
**
"Can I be a dog too?" Brendon asks, when they break for lunch.
It had been a little bit of a long morning. Writing with Spencer is infinitely easier than writing with Ryan, but Brendon is feeling itchy and unsettled. He wants to go the ocean, but there's a storm coming. The internet says the surf is rough, and he knows they shouldn't go in. Ryan and Alex, on the other hand, spent the morning dozing in puddles of sunlight, taking the occasional break to ask for scritches or, in Ryan's case, more fruit roll-ups.
Spencer blinks at him, then looks down at Alex, who had reclaimed his manky tennis ball and was nudging it towards Brendon with his nose. They listen to Ryan chew for a while.
"Yes, Brendon," Spencer says. "You can be a dog too. The rules are: pee in the house and die, no biting, and anyone says "ukelele" and the game is over."
"Ukelele," Brendon repeats, and strips down to his shorts before Spencer can change his mind.
When he drops to the floor Alex leans in and sniffs his mouth. It's weird and too-close, and Brendon jerks back in surprise. Alex just gets closer, pushing his way into Brendon's space. Brendon falls back, almost knocking Ryan over. Ryan yelps and Brendon is surprised to hear himself growling at Alex when he comes in for another pass. Alex pulls back at that, but not for long, and pretty soon they're chasing each other around the kitchen in a weird half-crawl, half-shuffle.
Meanwhile Spencer is making coffee. Brendon tries hiding behind Spencer's knees, but Alex just keeps pushing into his face. Spencer almost falls over them trying to get to the mugs, and Brendon freezes. Spencer catches himself, then walks over to the back door and opens it.
"Outside, all of you," he says, and Alex jumps up and runs outdoors.
Brendon takes a breath. He turns to look at Ryan, who is still under the kitchen table, gnawing on yet another roll-up.
"Out," Spencer repeats. Brendon gets up and goes outside.
It's raining, though not very hard, and Spencer's yard is already turning into a sea of squelchy mud. When Ryan comes out the door a moment later, he drops down in the middle of a puddle and starts rolling all around on his back, wiggling and grinding. Alex joins him, and eventually Brendon does too, though he's still sort of wary of Alex. Ryan gets up, and Brendon hangs back, watching, while Ryan and Alex scramble around the yard after each other, wrestling each other into and out of puddles and piles of leaves.
Brendon's about ready to join them when Alex tackles Brendon again, and they roll around kicking and flailing until Brendon lets Alex pin him. Alex leans down and Brendon is surprised to hear himself growl low and deep in his throat. There's a pause, while they consider each other in the drizzle, Ryan panting next to them. Then Alex pushes off of Brendon and rolls around some more, baring his neck and belly to the sky.
A little while later it really starts to pour and Spencer comes out and herds them into the garage, and then into the laundry room. Brendon is abruptly aware that they are all filthy. As soon as they get through the door Ryan and Alex pant and shake themselves like actual dogs, sending mud halfway up Spencer's pale walls. Brendon braces himself for Spencer losing his shit but he doesn't, he just sort of squawks crankily and grabs some towels off the top of the dryer. He rubs them all down, even Brendon, getting the worst off. Brendon closes his eyes. It feels really good. Spencer eventually steps back, and Brendon can tell from the way Spencer is standing that he's thinking about something. Ryan rolls up onto his hands and knees like he's going to head for the main part of the house and Spencer grabs his collar and holds him back with one knee, his other arm jerking out, grabbing at Alex, though he isn't actually moving.
"Sit," Spencer says, and Ryan pushes at him, head down. Spencer repeats himself more firmly and Ryan sits. "Stay," he adds, turning around.
Ryan gets up again, starts to follow. Spencer goes through the sit/stay again until Ryan flops down on the floor with a disappointed sigh and does, in fact, stay. Spencer disappears into the house for a minute, then comes back with two dog beds under one arm and two empty water bowls. He drops the beds on the floor (Alex crawls on to one of them) and fills the bowls from the laundry sink. Then he stands back, clearly thinking again. Ryan gets up and starts drinking from one of the bowls. Brendon watches him lap at the water, delicate but still with great purpose.
Spencer leaves. When he comes back, he's stripped down to his shorts. Spencer opens the door to the laundry room and clucks at Brendon, snapping his fingers for emphasis. Brendon shuffles forward and out, and sits on a patch of uncarpeted floor while Spencer closes Ryan and Alex into the laundry room. When he's done Spencer heads off down the hall towards the guest bathroom. Brendon hesitates, not sure if the game is over, if he's supposed to be human or a dog.
"C'mon, puppy," Spencer says softly, patting his thigh.
Brendon crawls forward a couple of paces than stops. It was okay outside on the grass and mud, but in here it's hard and sore on his hands and knees. He gets to his feet and walks toward Spencer, dropping into a crouch when he's close. Spencer leans down and scratches the back of Brendon's ears and strokes the underside of Brendon's chin, tipping Brendon's face up in the process. Brendon turns his head into the touch, scrunching his face into his best attempt a doggie smile. Spencer laughs and straightens up. They walk down the corridor to the bathroom, Brendon trailing behind a little. The mud in his hair is really starting to itch. He sits on the bathroom rug, waiting for Spencer to leave, and is surprised when Spencer scoops him up and puts him in the tub.
Spencer disengages the showerhead and turns the water on, running it over his hand and fiddling with the taps before turning it on Brendon's back. The water is warm, and Brendon lets his head drop. Spencer clucks at him again and eases Brendon up, then turns the water on Brendon's head. Brendon holds as still as he can while Spencer rinses him off, works shampoo through his hair and rinses him again. Brendon doesn't really expect Spencer to wash the rest of him, but Spencer does, humming quietly under his breath the whole time.
Brendon goes over to Spencer's house. He lets himself in, and Spencer hollers at him to come on in the kitchen. When Brendon pushes the door open, Ryan and Alex are there. Ryan is under the kitchen table wearing nothing but a jockstrap and a choke-chain, and is gnawing on fruit-roll-up. Alex is wearing a leather collar and boxer-briefs and is batting a tennis ball around Spencer's feet.
"They're pretending to be dogs," Spencer says, before Brendon can even fully absorb the scene. "For their creative process."
Brendon sets his bag down and looks back at Alex, who is peering up at him from behind the tangled mess of his hair. Brendon leans down and stretches his fingers out in greeting; Alex sniffs them, makes a whuffling noise, then nuzzles at Brendon's hand for petting. Brendon crouches down, feeling both very awkward and aware Spencer is watching him.
"Hey there," Brendon says, smoothing his hands over Alex's hair and trying to comb some of the tangles out with his fingers.
Alex whuffles again, then leans down, picks the tennis ball up with his teeth, and pushes it into Brendon's palm. It's gross and soggy and Brendon drops it immediately. It rolls towards Ryan and Alex darts after it, catches it in his teeth and brings it back to Brendon. They repeat the cycle until Spencer makes a pointed noise and Brendon gets to his feet.
Spencer has two cups of coffee in his hands and a pad of paper tucked under his arm. Brendon takes one of the mugs and follows Spencer into the living room.
**
"Can I be a dog too?" Brendon asks, when they break for lunch.
It had been a little bit of a long morning. Writing with Spencer is infinitely easier than writing with Ryan, but Brendon is feeling itchy and unsettled. He wants to go the ocean, but there's a storm coming. The internet says the surf is rough, and he knows they shouldn't go in. Ryan and Alex, on the other hand, spent the morning dozing in puddles of sunlight, taking the occasional break to ask for scritches or, in Ryan's case, more fruit roll-ups.
Spencer blinks at him, then looks down at Alex, who had reclaimed his manky tennis ball and was nudging it towards Brendon with his nose. They listen to Ryan chew for a while.
"Yes, Brendon," Spencer says. "You can be a dog too. The rules are: pee in the house and die, no biting, and anyone says "ukelele" and the game is over."
"Ukelele," Brendon repeats, and strips down to his shorts before Spencer can change his mind.
When he drops to the floor Alex leans in and sniffs his mouth. It's weird and too-close, and Brendon jerks back in surprise. Alex just gets closer, pushing his way into Brendon's space. Brendon falls back, almost knocking Ryan over. Ryan yelps and Brendon is surprised to hear himself growling at Alex when he comes in for another pass. Alex pulls back at that, but not for long, and pretty soon they're chasing each other around the kitchen in a weird half-crawl, half-shuffle.
Meanwhile Spencer is making coffee. Brendon tries hiding behind Spencer's knees, but Alex just keeps pushing into his face. Spencer almost falls over them trying to get to the mugs, and Brendon freezes. Spencer catches himself, then walks over to the back door and opens it.
"Outside, all of you," he says, and Alex jumps up and runs outdoors.
Brendon takes a breath. He turns to look at Ryan, who is still under the kitchen table, gnawing on yet another roll-up.
"Out," Spencer repeats. Brendon gets up and goes outside.
It's raining, though not very hard, and Spencer's yard is already turning into a sea of squelchy mud. When Ryan comes out the door a moment later, he drops down in the middle of a puddle and starts rolling all around on his back, wiggling and grinding. Alex joins him, and eventually Brendon does too, though he's still sort of wary of Alex. Ryan gets up, and Brendon hangs back, watching, while Ryan and Alex scramble around the yard after each other, wrestling each other into and out of puddles and piles of leaves.
Brendon's about ready to join them when Alex tackles Brendon again, and they roll around kicking and flailing until Brendon lets Alex pin him. Alex leans down and Brendon is surprised to hear himself growl low and deep in his throat. There's a pause, while they consider each other in the drizzle, Ryan panting next to them. Then Alex pushes off of Brendon and rolls around some more, baring his neck and belly to the sky.
A little while later it really starts to pour and Spencer comes out and herds them into the garage, and then into the laundry room. Brendon is abruptly aware that they are all filthy. As soon as they get through the door Ryan and Alex pant and shake themselves like actual dogs, sending mud halfway up Spencer's pale walls. Brendon braces himself for Spencer losing his shit but he doesn't, he just sort of squawks crankily and grabs some towels off the top of the dryer. He rubs them all down, even Brendon, getting the worst off. Brendon closes his eyes. It feels really good. Spencer eventually steps back, and Brendon can tell from the way Spencer is standing that he's thinking about something. Ryan rolls up onto his hands and knees like he's going to head for the main part of the house and Spencer grabs his collar and holds him back with one knee, his other arm jerking out, grabbing at Alex, though he isn't actually moving.
"Sit," Spencer says, and Ryan pushes at him, head down. Spencer repeats himself more firmly and Ryan sits. "Stay," he adds, turning around.
Ryan gets up again, starts to follow. Spencer goes through the sit/stay again until Ryan flops down on the floor with a disappointed sigh and does, in fact, stay. Spencer disappears into the house for a minute, then comes back with two dog beds under one arm and two empty water bowls. He drops the beds on the floor (Alex crawls on to one of them) and fills the bowls from the laundry sink. Then he stands back, clearly thinking again. Ryan gets up and starts drinking from one of the bowls. Brendon watches him lap at the water, delicate but still with great purpose.
Spencer leaves. When he comes back, he's stripped down to his shorts. Spencer opens the door to the laundry room and clucks at Brendon, snapping his fingers for emphasis. Brendon shuffles forward and out, and sits on a patch of uncarpeted floor while Spencer closes Ryan and Alex into the laundry room. When he's done Spencer heads off down the hall towards the guest bathroom. Brendon hesitates, not sure if the game is over, if he's supposed to be human or a dog.
"C'mon, puppy," Spencer says softly, patting his thigh.
Brendon crawls forward a couple of paces than stops. It was okay outside on the grass and mud, but in here it's hard and sore on his hands and knees. He gets to his feet and walks toward Spencer, dropping into a crouch when he's close. Spencer leans down and scratches the back of Brendon's ears and strokes the underside of Brendon's chin, tipping Brendon's face up in the process. Brendon turns his head into the touch, scrunching his face into his best attempt a doggie smile. Spencer laughs and straightens up. They walk down the corridor to the bathroom, Brendon trailing behind a little. The mud in his hair is really starting to itch. He sits on the bathroom rug, waiting for Spencer to leave, and is surprised when Spencer scoops him up and puts him in the tub.
Spencer disengages the showerhead and turns the water on, running it over his hand and fiddling with the taps before turning it on Brendon's back. The water is warm, and Brendon lets his head drop. Spencer clucks at him again and eases Brendon up, then turns the water on Brendon's head. Brendon holds as still as he can while Spencer rinses him off, works shampoo through his hair and rinses him again. Brendon doesn't really expect Spencer to wash the rest of him, but Spencer does, humming quietly under his breath the whole time.
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Date: 2011-09-21 11:09 am (UTC)Seeing how this is from 2009--is there any chance of there being more of this?
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Date: 2011-09-22 03:39 am (UTC)Also: there is more of this. Rereading this post I was like " . . . wait a minute, didn't I fix a whole bunch of stuff, here?" and went to my WiP folder and LO AND BEHOLD there's like 10K of it that had
now that BBB is done, I'll get back to it.
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