Disclaimer: I don't own or make money off Beyblade... I am simply borrowing the characters for my own amusement...
Warnings: Yaoi (boy x boy love)...
Habits
It wasn't often that Spencer took to sitting around while Bryan cleaned or cooked. He often helped in some way: reaching to clean the higher places in their apartment, lifting or moving the heavier furniture, cutting up the tougher peices of meat or vegetables. But when he did find himself watching Bryan instead of working, he gladly took on any insults Bryan threw his way with a barely concealed smile on his face.
Spencer didn't think Bryan had discovered why he allowed that.
As usual, the radio was on, louder than he thought they were allowed, but their neighbours hadn't knocked or banged on the walls or roof, so he didn't make an effort to move and turn it down. Spencer barely took notice of the song playing, though it pounded almost painfully in his ears, too entranced by Bryan.
Bryan was cooking, dressed in his usual baggy white house shirt, loose maroon pants and socks. He'd already peeled the carrots, potatoes and pumpkin and was now cutting them up. They were going to have a roast and Spencer could smell the lamb baking in the oven.
Bryan was singing silently to the song on the radio. It had become a habit. Spencer wasn't surprised to find that he knew all the words; Bryan lived with the radio on. Never, from the time he awoke in the morning to the time he went to bed (and sometimes not even then), was the radio turned off. Spencer had asked him about it once, and Bryan had answered by dodging the question, replying, "You can turn it off if it annoys you so much."
Spencer had given up trying to understand why the radio's noise almost comforted Bryan. But he left the subject alone and the radio on, it tended to bring good things anyway.
Spencer's gaze had slipped from Bryan's lips to his hips and he had to hide his smirk behind his orange, coffee cup as he watched Bryan's hips sway slightly to the beat of the music, now a soft, slow tune. It amused him to no end that Bryan, the person the media had described as 'cruel', 'heartless' and 'sadistic', would almost dance to anything. It also made him smile to think that Bryan didn't notice what he was doing.
"What are you looking at?" Oops.
Bryan was glaring at him, his emerald eyes narrowed, a frown gracing his lips. Spencer couldn't keep the smirk from his face as he took another sip of coffee, "Nothing, nothing."
"Yeah? Well, I think you ought to get up and actually do something, bar sit around and drink. You're going to end up being a lazy slob."
Spencer only nodded passively as Bryan went off into a quiet rant, mumbling about his qualms, still cutting up the vegetables. Spencer smiled at the confused glare he received when he rinsed his cup, wiped it, put it away and leant over Bryan's shoulder to peck his cheek, smiling slightly at the very pale pink blush that painted his lover's cheeks.
He smiled slightly, a small pull on the corner of his mouth, "You're doing a fine job on your own. I'll only get in the way." He couldn't help but chuckle at the frustrated growl Bryan made as he strolled into the living room, towards where their growling pile of ironing was waiting to be done. Spencer plugged in the iron and set up the ironing board.
Spencer didn't think Bryan knew what amused him so much. Not that he was going to tell him either. Spencer knew that if he did, Bryan would force himself to stop. Bryan deserved to enjoy himself, no matter how childish or 'weak' he'd think his actions were when he discovered what he was doing. Not to mention, that he would also be spoiling his own entertainment if he did.
Spencer smiled to himself, moving to place the shirt across the back of an armchair, no... He wouldn't let Bryan know. Besides... It was far too much fun watching Bryan glare, stomp and pout as he tried to work out what amused him so much.
Woffy: I think this classifies as a fic... -sweatdrop- Or maybe a drabble... Anyway... Inspired by the song: "Hips Don't Lie" by Shakira...
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