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fifteendozentimes) wrote2011-07-31 11:57 pm
fifteendozentimes) wrote2011-07-31 11:57 pm
Fic-Type Thing: Puppies Everywhere (Spencer/Nicole)
This isn't actually fic, as it has no plot and no point. Well, no, it has a point, the point was to be the fluffiest thing imaginable. Sequel/coda/whatever to Suddenly, Ducklings, wherein Spencer brings all six of Ian's pining-puppies home.
~1500 words. PG-13ish [there is non-explicit sex]. No plot, for real, just Spencer and Nicole and puppies.
“When she kicks you out for this,” Brendon says, glancing at the dog carrier in his hand, “you can totally stay with me. Um, assuming Bogart likes the puppies. And I’m leaving in a couple weeks to go visit Ian, so.”
“Wow, that’s so generous.” Spencer has a dog carrier that matches Brendon’s; behind them, Zack - who they’d convinced, with only a little difficulty, to fly home with them instead of straight to his own home - has the third. There are two puppies in each, and there is no way Spencer’s girlfriend is going to have a problem with six puppies. “And I warned her, like, ten times.”
Brendon doesn’t look convinced. Brendon’s stupid hot ass is why there are six puppies who need a home in the first place, so he can shove it.
Nicole’s flipping through a magazine in the arrivals lounge, wearing the t-shirt Spencer had been looking for the whole tour. Stealing his clothes is totally as bad as surprising her with six puppies, she has no leg to stand on. He might not explain that logic to her, though.
As soon as she sees them she drops the magazine and bounces over, tucking against Spencer’s side and leaning up for a kiss in the same motion. She doesn’t notice the dog carrier, or at least doesn’t acknowledge it, until he drops it to wrap that arm around her and hold her close; he missed her so fucking much. Maybe Brendon and Ian are onto something, dating someone they tour with.
“So you did get a puppy?” Nicole asks, snapping him out of that train of thought.
“Um,” Spencer says; he’d definitely warned her. “Yeah?”
Nicole looks over at Zack and Brendon for the first time and blinks. “You all got puppies?”
Brendon just grins and holds his carrier towards her. “Just Spencer. I thought he told you?” Brendon is an asshole. Probably wiping the smug off his face isn’t acceptable airport behavior.
“I thought you were joking,” Nicole says, in a tone that has Spencer legitimately worried she’s actually going to dump him and move out of his house over this. She pulls away and crosses her arms - she is super cute when she’s mad. Although that might be a thing like how poisonous frogs are the prettiest and she’s about to make him die a slow, painful death.
“Why would I joke about that?”
“You want me to apply logic to what you think is funny when you’re high? You also said you bought six couches, one for each puppy, please tell me that was a joke, too.”
“Yes,” Spencer says. He doesn’t remember that, but he also doesn’t remember ordering any couches, so he’s probably safe. “Um, can we talk about this at home?”
Nicole glances around like she hadn’t realized there were other people around. “Yeah, I - yeah. I assume you two are expecting a ride from Nicole’s Taxi Service?”
“Yeah, please,” Zack says, “but first I want to make it clear I had nothing to do with the puppy thing.”
Nicole smiles at that, and she holds Spencer’s hand while they wait at the baggage carousel. Maybe there isn’t actually anything to worry about.
*
Nicole carries Spencer’s backpack and two of the dog carriers in, but she doesn’t make any move to let the puppies out, just sets the carriers on the living room floor and wanders into the kitchen to busy herself doing…something. Hopefully not making any kind of dinner, it’s one in the morning and Spencer’s gonna feel awful if she waited for him.
He drops his shit in the bedroom; she’s bought new sheets and moved some of the furniture around. It’s a little unsettling to come home to his house different than he left it, but it looks nice. He kind of wants to sleep for a week, but he needs to get the puppies settled and have whatever fight they might be about to have. Back in the living room, Nicole’s got beers for each of them on the coffee table with their giant jar of dog treats.
“Where are the kids?” he asks, and then wonders if maybe calling their dogs the kids is a good move right now.
“Sleeping in the basement. I didn’t want them tearing shit up while I wasn’t here. And you probably shouldn’t wake them up until we’ve got these guys settled.”
Spencer kind of wants to see his babies, but she has a point; the puppies are sedated, but the big dogs can freak out enough for everyone, and it’s kind of late to deal with that.
“So,” she says, and slides from the couch to the floor. “Let’s see ‘em.”
That’s an excellent sign, Nicole’s a bigger sucker for dogs than Spencer is, which is one of his favorite things about her. If she sees them, she’ll fall in love with them, so he sits down and opens the first carrier.
“This is Pugsley,” Spencer says, and hands her the little black pug, “and Winston.”
“Are they well-behaved, or drugged?”
“Drugged like you wouldn’t believe,” Spencer says, although maybe he should be trying to convince her they’re the best-behaved dogs ever. “This one’s Chewbacca, and here’s Yoda, and then these two are Balto and Pudding Pop.”
Nicole trying to look like she’s not completely melting from having six of the cutest puppies in the world - Spencer had noticed, about the fifth or six baby animal, Ian’s power seemed to make them pop into existence at peak adorable - in her lap and arms is almost more adorable than the actual puppies.
“You named them all without me?”
“What? No, you named Yoda, Balto, and Pudding. Remember, I was asking you about dog names that one night?”
Nicole blinks. “You mean the night I just started listing off random names so you’d shut up about dogs and have Skype sex with me? Oh my God, Spencer, it’s a wonder you haven’t been calling one of them ‘Vibrator’.”
“That’s what you were doing?”
“For a little while, until I gave up on shutting you up and hung up to go fuck myself.”
“Whoops?”
Nicole rolls her eyes and tilts her head to beckon him over; Spencer tucks his face into her neck and skritches behind Pudding’s ears and this might be what heaven’s like, the soft scent of Nicole’s shampoo in his nose and a soft puppy in his hands.
“Six fucking puppies.”
“Six adorable puppies.”
Nicole giggles a little and shifts into him. “Yeah. But oh my God, Spencer, did you not think about me getting stuck with nine dogs while you’re touring?”
Whoops. “Um, we can get, like, dog sitters, and stuff.”
“And stuff,” Nicole says, “right.”
She doesn’t say anything else for a while, and maybe Spencer should worry but he’s so tired he just starts dozing off on her shoulder. He’s not sure how much time passes before she nudges him awake and hands him Pugsley and Winston.
“Come on, stud,” she says, “take us to bed.”
*
Spencer wakes up with his awesome girlfriend wrapped around him, a chorus of puppies yipping as they flop around on the bed, and the big dogs barking from the basement. Okay, this is probably what heaven feels like.
“Mmpf,” Nicole says into his shoulder. “Go deal with the big kids before they wake up the neighbors.”
“Comfy,” Spencer says, but Nicole bites him at the same time Balto jumps onto his kidney, so that’s not really a viable excuse. Whatever, by the time he wiggles his sweatpants on and gets to the door, Nicole’s sitting up, beaming at the puppies so brightly Spencer’s heart aches. Obviously this was Spencer’s best idea ever.
*
This was quite possibly Spencer’s worst idea ever.
“Keep - fuck, Spencer, don’t stop.” Nicole’s fingernails are digging into his shoulders, the good kind of sting; Chewbacca nipping at his toes, however, is the bad kind of sting.
“He might bite my toes off,” Spencer complains. Nicole tries to rock her hips, but Spencer’s got her pinned down so she doesn’t really have any leverage. She clenches around him, though, until he groans, because she fights dirty.
“I’ll bite worse than that off if you stop.”
She might do it, too. Spencer likes to think she likes his dick more than anything from her vast collection of sex toys, but he can’t pretend it’s so much more that she would think twice about leaving him dickless. Nicole tightens her legs around his waist and clenches again; Spencer gets in a few more thrusts before Chewie’s nips get more vicious.
“I hate you,” Nicole says, when he pulls out, but she unlocks her legs and lets him go.
“Sorry,” Spencer says; he feels a little ridiculous with his dick bobbing as he sits up and finds Chewie’s favorite tug-of-war toy.
“If you were sorry, you wouldn’t spoil him so much.”
She might have a point if Spencer didn’t know she was the reason all the puppies are developing tug-of-war addictions. As it is, he doesn’t agree, but doesn’t argue, either.
Nicole watches them play for a few minutes then sighs and rolls off the couch. “I’m gonna go jerk off and then walk the big kids,” she says, and kisses the top of Spencer’s head. “Enjoy your blue balls.”
~
And because this is my self-indulgent fluff, I can include pictures of the puppies if I want to.
Pugsley
Winston
Chewbacca
Yoda
Balto
Pudding Pop
~1500 words. PG-13ish [there is non-explicit sex]. No plot, for real, just Spencer and Nicole and puppies.
“When she kicks you out for this,” Brendon says, glancing at the dog carrier in his hand, “you can totally stay with me. Um, assuming Bogart likes the puppies. And I’m leaving in a couple weeks to go visit Ian, so.”
“Wow, that’s so generous.” Spencer has a dog carrier that matches Brendon’s; behind them, Zack - who they’d convinced, with only a little difficulty, to fly home with them instead of straight to his own home - has the third. There are two puppies in each, and there is no way Spencer’s girlfriend is going to have a problem with six puppies. “And I warned her, like, ten times.”
Brendon doesn’t look convinced. Brendon’s stupid hot ass is why there are six puppies who need a home in the first place, so he can shove it.
Nicole’s flipping through a magazine in the arrivals lounge, wearing the t-shirt Spencer had been looking for the whole tour. Stealing his clothes is totally as bad as surprising her with six puppies, she has no leg to stand on. He might not explain that logic to her, though.
As soon as she sees them she drops the magazine and bounces over, tucking against Spencer’s side and leaning up for a kiss in the same motion. She doesn’t notice the dog carrier, or at least doesn’t acknowledge it, until he drops it to wrap that arm around her and hold her close; he missed her so fucking much. Maybe Brendon and Ian are onto something, dating someone they tour with.
“So you did get a puppy?” Nicole asks, snapping him out of that train of thought.
“Um,” Spencer says; he’d definitely warned her. “Yeah?”
Nicole looks over at Zack and Brendon for the first time and blinks. “You all got puppies?”
Brendon just grins and holds his carrier towards her. “Just Spencer. I thought he told you?” Brendon is an asshole. Probably wiping the smug off his face isn’t acceptable airport behavior.
“I thought you were joking,” Nicole says, in a tone that has Spencer legitimately worried she’s actually going to dump him and move out of his house over this. She pulls away and crosses her arms - she is super cute when she’s mad. Although that might be a thing like how poisonous frogs are the prettiest and she’s about to make him die a slow, painful death.
“Why would I joke about that?”
“You want me to apply logic to what you think is funny when you’re high? You also said you bought six couches, one for each puppy, please tell me that was a joke, too.”
“Yes,” Spencer says. He doesn’t remember that, but he also doesn’t remember ordering any couches, so he’s probably safe. “Um, can we talk about this at home?”
Nicole glances around like she hadn’t realized there were other people around. “Yeah, I - yeah. I assume you two are expecting a ride from Nicole’s Taxi Service?”
“Yeah, please,” Zack says, “but first I want to make it clear I had nothing to do with the puppy thing.”
Nicole smiles at that, and she holds Spencer’s hand while they wait at the baggage carousel. Maybe there isn’t actually anything to worry about.
*
Nicole carries Spencer’s backpack and two of the dog carriers in, but she doesn’t make any move to let the puppies out, just sets the carriers on the living room floor and wanders into the kitchen to busy herself doing…something. Hopefully not making any kind of dinner, it’s one in the morning and Spencer’s gonna feel awful if she waited for him.
He drops his shit in the bedroom; she’s bought new sheets and moved some of the furniture around. It’s a little unsettling to come home to his house different than he left it, but it looks nice. He kind of wants to sleep for a week, but he needs to get the puppies settled and have whatever fight they might be about to have. Back in the living room, Nicole’s got beers for each of them on the coffee table with their giant jar of dog treats.
“Where are the kids?” he asks, and then wonders if maybe calling their dogs the kids is a good move right now.
“Sleeping in the basement. I didn’t want them tearing shit up while I wasn’t here. And you probably shouldn’t wake them up until we’ve got these guys settled.”
Spencer kind of wants to see his babies, but she has a point; the puppies are sedated, but the big dogs can freak out enough for everyone, and it’s kind of late to deal with that.
“So,” she says, and slides from the couch to the floor. “Let’s see ‘em.”
That’s an excellent sign, Nicole’s a bigger sucker for dogs than Spencer is, which is one of his favorite things about her. If she sees them, she’ll fall in love with them, so he sits down and opens the first carrier.
“This is Pugsley,” Spencer says, and hands her the little black pug, “and Winston.”
“Are they well-behaved, or drugged?”
“Drugged like you wouldn’t believe,” Spencer says, although maybe he should be trying to convince her they’re the best-behaved dogs ever. “This one’s Chewbacca, and here’s Yoda, and then these two are Balto and Pudding Pop.”
Nicole trying to look like she’s not completely melting from having six of the cutest puppies in the world - Spencer had noticed, about the fifth or six baby animal, Ian’s power seemed to make them pop into existence at peak adorable - in her lap and arms is almost more adorable than the actual puppies.
“You named them all without me?”
“What? No, you named Yoda, Balto, and Pudding. Remember, I was asking you about dog names that one night?”
Nicole blinks. “You mean the night I just started listing off random names so you’d shut up about dogs and have Skype sex with me? Oh my God, Spencer, it’s a wonder you haven’t been calling one of them ‘Vibrator’.”
“That’s what you were doing?”
“For a little while, until I gave up on shutting you up and hung up to go fuck myself.”
“Whoops?”
Nicole rolls her eyes and tilts her head to beckon him over; Spencer tucks his face into her neck and skritches behind Pudding’s ears and this might be what heaven’s like, the soft scent of Nicole’s shampoo in his nose and a soft puppy in his hands.
“Six fucking puppies.”
“Six adorable puppies.”
Nicole giggles a little and shifts into him. “Yeah. But oh my God, Spencer, did you not think about me getting stuck with nine dogs while you’re touring?”
Whoops. “Um, we can get, like, dog sitters, and stuff.”
“And stuff,” Nicole says, “right.”
She doesn’t say anything else for a while, and maybe Spencer should worry but he’s so tired he just starts dozing off on her shoulder. He’s not sure how much time passes before she nudges him awake and hands him Pugsley and Winston.
“Come on, stud,” she says, “take us to bed.”
*
Spencer wakes up with his awesome girlfriend wrapped around him, a chorus of puppies yipping as they flop around on the bed, and the big dogs barking from the basement. Okay, this is probably what heaven feels like.
“Mmpf,” Nicole says into his shoulder. “Go deal with the big kids before they wake up the neighbors.”
“Comfy,” Spencer says, but Nicole bites him at the same time Balto jumps onto his kidney, so that’s not really a viable excuse. Whatever, by the time he wiggles his sweatpants on and gets to the door, Nicole’s sitting up, beaming at the puppies so brightly Spencer’s heart aches. Obviously this was Spencer’s best idea ever.
*
This was quite possibly Spencer’s worst idea ever.
“Keep - fuck, Spencer, don’t stop.” Nicole’s fingernails are digging into his shoulders, the good kind of sting; Chewbacca nipping at his toes, however, is the bad kind of sting.
“He might bite my toes off,” Spencer complains. Nicole tries to rock her hips, but Spencer’s got her pinned down so she doesn’t really have any leverage. She clenches around him, though, until he groans, because she fights dirty.
“I’ll bite worse than that off if you stop.”
She might do it, too. Spencer likes to think she likes his dick more than anything from her vast collection of sex toys, but he can’t pretend it’s so much more that she would think twice about leaving him dickless. Nicole tightens her legs around his waist and clenches again; Spencer gets in a few more thrusts before Chewie’s nips get more vicious.
“I hate you,” Nicole says, when he pulls out, but she unlocks her legs and lets him go.
“Sorry,” Spencer says; he feels a little ridiculous with his dick bobbing as he sits up and finds Chewie’s favorite tug-of-war toy.
“If you were sorry, you wouldn’t spoil him so much.”
She might have a point if Spencer didn’t know she was the reason all the puppies are developing tug-of-war addictions. As it is, he doesn’t agree, but doesn’t argue, either.
Nicole watches them play for a few minutes then sighs and rolls off the couch. “I’m gonna go jerk off and then walk the big kids,” she says, and kisses the top of Spencer’s head. “Enjoy your blue balls.”
~
And because this is my self-indulgent fluff, I can include pictures of the puppies if I want to.
Pugsley
Winston
Chewbacca
Yoda
Balto
Pudding Pop