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"Time of the Month"

PAIR;; ryden// Ryan x spencer// spencer x brendon
Its a big emotional mess kinda

SMUTTTTY *i guess*

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This is also literally 10,000 words SO LMAO

Ryan does this thing.

It happens every two-and-a-half years or so, and is apparently genetic, but that's really all Spencer knows. He'd asked a lot of questions the first time, but Ryan just kept answering, "I don't know," so Spencer had pragmatically stopped asking.

Besides, the first time it happened, Spencer had been kind of busy anyway.

-

It's like going into heat, like with cats, with the added bonus of becoming completely fixated on one specific person. Spencer isn't sure whether cats do that or not, but if they do, it's much less freaky than when Ryan does it.

Ryan had fixated on Spencer the first time, and Spencer had spent most of a week that summer learning all about sex at age twelve, which was convenient in some ways because it made puberty considerably less daunting.

The second time it had been Ryan's girlfriend, which had been painful to watch because he went crazy trying not to scare her off and then she dumped him halfway through anyway, which was a whole different headache.

The important lesson learned that time had been that no matter how close they were, once Ryan had picked someone, it was out of Spencer's hands.

-

Spencer knows they're getting close to a third time around, because he keeps track of these things. He has contingency plans.

According to his calendar, though, which has 'RYAN' written in red and underlined so hard it's scored the paper, it should be next month, once they're safely out of the Maryland studio and Spencer can keep Ryan locked in his basement if necessary.

Instead, he gets up from recording the first drum tracks, stretches and rolls out his shoulders, and catches sight of Ryan. Ryan, who is staring hungrily and in no way subtly at Brendon's mouth. Ryan, who looks about three seconds away from pouncing, and Spencer knows that look.

"No," he says out loud, like that can possibly stop it. "Ryan, no."

Brendon says, "What?"

-

"Leave him alone," Spencer snaps as soon as he's dragged Ryan outside, out of earshot and into the humid east coast summer.

Ryan kicks moodily at gravel, sulking with his hands stuffed in his pockets, less mindlessly predatory now that he's out of Brendon's immediate presence. "I can't."

"This means nothing good," Spencer warns him, trying to sound intimidating and probably just looking ridiculous, in skinny jeans with fraying cuffs and a baby-doll t-shirt with a rainbow. He wishes he'd dressed more like a mafia enforcer this morning. "Not for the band, not for you."

"I know," Ryan grumps, sending more gravel flying before he gives up and sits down.

Spencer stands there for another minute, hips cocked and arms folded, and then sighs and sits beside him. "Is it too late to pick someone else?"

Ryan nods. "It feels like it's been happening for a while. Not a long time, I mean, just a couple of days." He holds his hands up when Spencer opens his mouth. "I wasn't paying attention, okay? This wasn't supposed to happen for another month."

"I know." Spencer slumps again, and thinks about kicking the gravel.

"I'm only fixated on him because he keeps fucking up my lyrics," Ryan complains. "Jesus."