lu_fics | WIP Amnesty #1: the bendy skating boys AU (Reply)

WIP AMNESTY: LESS WIPS IN THE NEW YEAR meme.

Stolen from

reni_days, and a whole bunch of other people, because it is an awesome idea! *cheers*

This one started as commentfic somewhere in

emilyray's journal; the Ryan/Jon stuff is mostly her. Pretty well killed by the whole Valentine fiasco, and I've lost interest by now anyway.

Spencer stops in the front doorway of the gymnasium and stares. He should have known better than to listen to Ryan.

The room is a riot of hot pink and lime green and shocking lavender. The few patches of wall not covered in mats (polka-dotted, hearts and stars, zigzags) are sparkly pink. The vaulting horses have a pony print, and the balance beam is covered in smiley faces.

A short guy in a unitard lopes across the mats towards him, perfectly executing a cartwheel and two front handsprings along the way. He lands directly in front of Spencer, arms outspread. "Welcome to Bird Gymnasium! I'm Brendon."

Fucking Ryan.

Spencer extends a hand warily. "Spencer. Spencer Smith. My friend Ryan said you--"

"Oh, you're Ryan's Spencer! The rollerblader, right? No wonder your hands are so rough, I don't often meet beginners with callouses like that, you'll totally have no trouble adjusting to the equipment. Let me give you a tour." His hand turns in Spencer's, but doesn't let go, and he tugs Spencer along behind him. Spencer can't quite figure out how to drop it without being rude.

"We've been in operation for about three years now," Brendon says, leading him toward the back. "All our staff have competed professionally and completed at least three state and two national teaching certifications, and we're mostly an adults-only place, but if kids bother you you'll want to avoid Saturdays and the Tuesday-Thursday tumbling classes—they're totally adorable and mostly well-behaved, but I know the airplane noises distract some people. You can sign up for a class if you work better with others or we offer private tutoring but not in rock-climbing since you shouldn't rock-climb alone anyway, because of needing somebody to get the ambulance when you fall off, not that you would fall off but it can happen, and then you need help, but you wanted beam and bar work and some tumbling, right, Ryan said you wanted to tighten your stunts, so it doesn't matter about the rock-climbing, unless you're interested in it as a hobby, but it's pretty time-consuming and I hear you have a competition coming up—Greta! Greta, this is Spencer, Ryan's Spencer."

It takes Spencer a minute to stop staring in fascination—how does this guy breathe?--and turn to smile at the pretty blonde hanging by her knees from a lime green trapeze. "Nice to meet you," she offers, twisting effortlessly up to perch like a bird instead. "Ryan's talked a lot about you."

"He has?" Spencer asks dubiously.

"Well...he smiles when Keltie talks about you," she corrects herself, smiling a little. "You compete rollerblading?"

"Yeah," Spencer says, glad to be back on firm ground. "Ryan and I skated together as kids, but he wound up going for the sport that involved costumes. I am in no way implying that I am more manly than he is."

She laughs. "Ice dancing is very manly," she agrees. "I see Brendon's giving you the grand tour."

"Yeah, I—I'm still thinking about it, I guess."

"Oh, no, Spencer Smith, this is the best possible place for you!" Brendon hastens to reassure him, and that's apparently his cue to pull Spencer all over the building

There should be stories! Where Spencer is a competitive rollerblader! Who goes to a gymnastics studio to teach his body to do tricks better! And there he meets a hyperactive gymnast whose specialty is the backflip! They keep trying not to stare in the locker room, and catching each other! After hilarious misunderstandings, they have sex on the gym floor after hours!

ETA: Pardon me: really bendy and athletic sex! Possibly involving the vaulting horse!

AHAHAHAHA you are deranged and I love it. Can we work in Ryan the professional dancer? Pleeeeease? Or, or, maybe he's an ICE DANCER, you know, and he and Keltie compete as a pair and win loads of trophies, and Ryan's a bit surprised at his life because honestly he only got into it for the costumes. He likes the sparkly ones best.

And you know Jon is an athlete too - except he'd argue with that 'too' because he's an ACTUAL athlete, with a TEAM, and doesn't get extra points for being 'artistic' or 'original' or whatever, he gets points for scoring goals. Maybe he plays hockey! (I know very little about hockey, but the boys seem to like it.)

Ryan is totally an ice dancer! He and Spencer went to the skating rink together as kids! Their careers diverged because of the costumes (totally why Ryan became an ice dancer), but they are still bff. Ryan recommends the gymnastics lessons and the place, and spends the rest of his life telling Spencer that he set up the Spencer/Brendon and Spencer owes him.

Jon plays hockey at the same rink where Ryan skates! His team like to be all macho and make fun of the ice dancers. Jon doesn't join in, exactly, but he doesn't say anything, because he's a laid back guy, even though he really thinks that ice dancing is cool and that guy with the weird hair is pretty much the most amazing thing Jon has ever seen on ice. Ryan overhears them mocking him and thinks Jon agrees with them. He is crushed, because he has been crushing on Jon and trying to make him smile when they bump into each other at the vending machines forever. He gets mopey and starts avoiding him. Jon is hurt! He doesn't know what he did!

Heee, Jon thought he'd been really obvious about his stupid crush! He can't help it, okay, he likes the way Ryan smiles and the way he moves on the ice, like he's flying. He's really jealous of Keltie, Ryan's partner - apparently they've been a pair forever, and they make each other laugh all the time. (Jon doesn't know, of course, that Ryan and Keltie broke up a few years back, but decided to stick together as a competitive pair because they look so good together.)

Jon thinks maybe Keltie noticed how stupidly obssessed with Ryan he is - it's not like it'd be difficult, all the guys on the team know and tease him about it, it's why they make fun of the dancers in front of him! - and she got upset, and that's why Ryan won't talk to him anymore. He doesn't blame her. He just mopes, to the point where Tom actually stops teasing and takes him out for beers and comforting instead, because he looks so miserable.

Maybe in the end Keltie's the one who realises what's going on and thwaps them both into being sensible. In fact, tell you what, since we're doing gay romantic comedy anyway - MAYBE there is a scene when they're both on the rink late at night, when no one else is there. Jon likes to skate when he mopes, so he asked for a key and promised to lock up when he left, but Keltie saw him doing it and hissed in Ryan's ear that he had to stay, okay, and fucking TALK to the boy, and she's holding all his sparkly shirts hostage.

So Jon eventually looks up and sees Ryan there, leaning against the barrier, watching him. And Ryan smiles when he sees Jon looking.

... and then there is skating together and kissing on the ice.

(wow, I'm actually kind of ashamed of how sappy that is. But it would be AWESOME anyway.)

"She's got my shirts, Spence, what am I gonna do?"

Spencer sighs loudly into the phone. "You're gonna man up and talk to him like a grown-up."

"...so you told Brendon he's so sparkly he lights up the whole world, then?"

"Oh--fuck you."

Ryan fights the urge to stick his tongue out at the speaker. "Sauce for the goose."

"Shut up, goose." Ryan can picture Spencer twirling the cord of his home phone around his finger, one hip cocked against the wall. "It's not like that, okay? I just--like talking to him, that's all, he's fun, I like hanging out with him and practicing with him--"

"And staring at his ass."

"Shut up."

"Dude. It's a nice ass. I don't blame you. I'm just saying--"

"Ryan."

"Then stop being a hypocrite, and help me get my shirts back."

"Dude, even if I wanted to, even if she wasn't completely right, you think I'm going up against Keltie? She's scary."

"Coward."

Ryan hangs up. He is so going to tell Ginger about Brendon's meet on Saturday.