Finding Answers in Wrinkles
Brendon smiles a little, to himself, then takes Spencer’s hand in his. His fingers are soft and warm and lightly calloused from playing guitar and Spencer’s kind of shocked by how nice it feels, Brendon’s thumb rubbing experimentally over his skin like he’s learning the ridges and grooves. It’s not even like he’s doing anything special with it, but Spencer can feel Brendon’s touch right the way down to his toes – and, uh, other places. He hopes Brendon’s too distracted by his obviously fascinating palm to notice how red his face has turned.
Brendon reads Spencer's palm and gets more than he bargained for. Inspired by the picture in the banner, for this contest and entered in this one. bb!Brendon/bb!Spencer. ~1800 words of utter ridiculousness.
Brendon reads Spencer's palm and gets more than he bargained for. Inspired by the picture in the banner, for this contest and entered in this one. bb!Brendon/bb!Spencer. ~1800 words of utter ridiculousness.