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Title: Testosterone Girl
Pairing: Spencer Smith/Jon Walker (Um. Panic! boys. *cringes*)
Rating: PG-13 or light R? No clue.
Wordcount: 2,380
Disclaimer: This didn't happen. Though I still contend it would.
Summary: Jon makes a wee little mistake when he asks Spencer out. Faux-genderswap
A/N: kueble Kate is EVIL. Evil I tell you. And I hate her. So much so that I wrote her over two thousand words of unsolicited fic about boys I barely know. SURPRISE KATE! But know this: 1) I've only read 3 bandslash fics myself. 2) I really only know their names & apperences. 3) I was going to hell for the Wincest anyways. Why not? PS. The pretty boy in the icon? NOT Spencer. But the other is Jon.
One day Spencer Smith woke up a girl.
Wait. Scratch that.
One day Jon Walker asked Spencer Smith out.
“Hi sweetheart,” Jon said. His voice was gruff, cigarettes and caffeine washing over Spencer’s spine. Spencer glanced up from the book in his hand, peering over the edge. His lashes fluttered.
“Uh…hi.”
Jon leaned down, lowering the book where it shook in Spencer’s fingers. He cocked an eyebrow; focused on Spencer’s lips. “Aren’t you the pretty one?”
“Um.” Spencer sucked his lower lip between his teeth nervously. “Can I…is there something you need?”
“Just a little time with you, baby girl. I’m Jon. Whaddaya say I pick you up tonight, take you on the town?”
Spencer’s mind reeled. This guy was hot, sure. And forward and confident and…hot. But…
“Great. You live upstairs, right?” Jon leered. Spencer shrunk back, features twisted in confusion. His mouth was dry and he was growing weary of just how much this guy knew about him. Plus the one major thing he seemed to be missing.
“Don’t worry,” Jon said, reading Spencer’s scowl. “I come here often, have seen you is all. Not a stalker, scouts honor.” He held his hand up, palm outward. Spencer traced the length of Jon’s fingers with his eyes and promptly decided to take Jon at his words because those hands…
Spencer nodded dumbly.
“Great, pick you up at eight!” With a quick smile and a gentle squeeze to Spencer’s shoulder, Jon turned to saunter out the door of the coffee shop.
And oh but he had a really great ass. Spencer wondered idly where Jon had gotten those jeans.
Yup, Spencer thought dryly. He was such a girl.
*
Except, really? He wasn’t.
No, Spencer had a dick and everything. Honest.
“Well, I mean.” Ryan twirled his pen between his fingers; gnawed on the end thoughtfully. His lips twisted as he chose his words. “You do kinda wear, um. Feminine things?”
Spencer huffed, blowing his bangs out of his eyes.
“Yeah, but. He thinks I’m a girl. What do I?” Spencer belly-flopped onto his bed dramatically. “He thinks I’m a GIRL.”
“I don’t know, man,” Ryan said, plopping down beside Spencer. He patted Spencer’s back awkwardly. “Obviously he likes you. What does it…what does it matter?”
Spencer winced and spun, glaring at Ryan. “What does it matter? He thinks. I’m. A. Girl.” Spencer enunciated each word, trying to get his point through Ryan’s thick THICK skull. “He’s expecting, I don’t know…girl parts? Seriously Ryan. How can you not see how this is a problem?”
Settling his weight back, Ryan shrugged. “So you don’t have boobs. Big whoop. The guy seems to like you for you.”
Spencer hopped off the bed, stomping across the room and spinning in front of the closet door to stare Ryan down again. He was pitching a fit and he knew it, but damn it, this was a huge problem. “No, I don’t have boobs. I don’t have boobs or, you know, that other main thing girls have.”
Ryan stared at Spencer blankly. So Spencer did the only rational thing.
He stomped his foot and threw his hands in the air.
“A vagina, Ryan. I don’t. Have. A vagina.”
Ryan rolled his eyes. “Yeah, and?”
Spencer’s jaw dropped. Why had he ever befriended such a blockhead?
Shaking his head once more, Spencer turned and began pulling hangers from his closet. He tossed his pale green hoodie towards the bed. Hopefully it would smack Ryan in the face.
“He thinks I’m a girl,” Spencer sighed. This conversation was wearing him out; time to cut to the chase. “He’s probably not gay, Ryan. This is gonna be horrible.”
Spencer could feel Ryan’s approach, the solid pressure of his friend’s hand on his shoulder. “Hey,” Ryan said, twirling Spencer around. “It’s gonna be fine. You just…let him think what he thinks and wow him with that sparkling personality of yours and it’ll be. It’ll be fine.”
Ryan grinned wide and bright. Spencer took a deep breath.
“Fine, fine,” he muttered, shoving Ryan’s hand off of his shoulder. “Let him think what he wants. We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” Saying the words did little to convince himself, but it was a start.
He nodded at his closet, catching Ryan’s eye. “But what am I gonna wear?”
Ryan nudged Spencer with his shoulder and chuckled. “We’ll find something smoking.” He yanked a pair of jeans from the closet. “But we’ve gotta hurry. I still have to do your makeup!”
Ryan didn’t even flinch when Spencer picked up a sneaker from the floor and threw it at his head.
*
Spencer eyed the object in Jon’s hand and gave a wane smile. “Um…thanks.”
Crinkling his brows together, Jon pouted. “What? Is it…is it the wrong color? Did your ex used to give these to you?” He scrubbed the back of his neck, eying the ground. “God, I always screw these things up.”
Spencer bit his lip and stretched his arm out to touch Jon’s wrist. “No, no. It’s…” He gently plucked the flower from Jon’s hand. “Thank you.”
Jon brightened instantly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Welcome.” Grabbing Spencer’s hand, Jon tugged Spencer the rest of the way down the steps. “C’mon. I’ve got the greatest date planned. You, my dear, are gonna feel like the belle of the ball.”
Spencer flexed his fingers against Jon’s palm and swallowed hard. He could do this. Totally.
“So, um. Where are we headed?” Spencer asked, falling in step beside Jon. The flower hung limply in his free hand. Jon peered at Spencer sideways, smirking mischievously. Spencer’s pulse pounded in his ears.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” Jon said. He suddenly halted on the sidewalk, jerking Spencer to a stop beside him. “I almost forgot.”
“What?” Spencer asked, panic rising in his chest. Jon’s hands settled on Spencer’s hips and Spencer craned his head back, putting space between them. Jon smiled.
“Almost forgot to tell you how amazing you look.”
Spencer blushed to his toes. He could feel the heat coloring his cheeks and laughed nervously. “Um…”
Jon’s eyes crinkled when he smiled and he released Spencer. “Yeah, that was cheese. True, but cheese.”
Spencer just bit his lip and laced his fingers through Jon’s again.
Yeah. He could totally do this.
*
So…maybe things had progressed a little quicker than Spencer had expected.
But Jon. Jon had brought him to the carnival and taken him on the Ferris wheel and bought him cotton candy and won him a god awful bright pink stuffed bear as big as Spencer’s head and even worse than all that Jon had…had…smiled at him. This warm smile that shot straight to Spencer’s gut, sending flutters up his spine.
And a tell tale bulge to his pants.
Holding the bear in front of him, Spencer turned to face Jon once more.
Bad plan. He should have tried thinking about the vice president and snapped drum sticks and pineapples in his pants instead. But alas. Jon. Smiling.
Spencer coughed. “So, like. What do you wanna do next?” he asked, clinging to the bear as his life line. The scratchy material bit into his fingers. Jon leaned in.
“I was thinking we’d take Mr. Snuggles for a ride on the Ferris wheel. Seeing as how he missed out last time,” Jon whispered conspiratorially. His breath curled hot up Spencer’s neck. “You up for that?”
Yeah, totally not helping matters. Not to mention that Spencer was a little too up for it. He swallowed again.
“Yeah. Okay. We could…we could do that.” Jon grabbed for the bear - to carry it for was sure - but Spencer held tight. Jon raised an eyebrow then shrugged.
“Alright. If you can’t bear to part with our love child for a moment, I guess I can deal.” Jon pried one of Spencer’s hands off of the bear though, and pressed their palms together. “But. I’ll warn you. We might have to cover his eyes once we get to the top.”
Spencer’s heart dropped to his stomach and he shuffled his feet. Oh god oh god oh god. How was he gonna…there was no way out.
He found himself in the round bucket seat, the plastic umbrella stretched high above his head. Had he been that lost in his own thoughts that he missed the entire process?
Jon slid in beside him, winking at the carnie and handing over a five dollar bill. Spencer’s heart rate sped up as the cart lurched and they began to move. The carnie waved, revealing a greasy smile.
“What…what, um. What was that about?” Spencer asked, finally able to find his voice. The funnel cake they’d had churned uneasily in his stomach as they began to rise higher. Jon looked up from beneath his lashes, eyes dark and unreadable.
“I may have paid the man off,” he murmured, inching closer. Spencer shifted the bear on his lap, his heart pounding a bruising rhythm against his breastbone.
“Jon…”
“Shh,” Jon said. “He’s just gonna leave us at the top for a little bit. So we can….”
Oh god. Spencer flattened his palm against Jon’s chest, feeling the hard muscle twitch beneath his palm. Spencer felt ridiculously faint.
“Jon, I. There’s um. There’s something I’ve got to tell you,” he managed. Jon’s head was scant inches from his neck, a slow stream of air hitting the tender skin behind Spencer’s ear.
“Hmm?” Jon said. His fingers curled into the hair at the nape of Spencer’s neck. Spencer shuddered. “Did I tell you yet that I like your hair? I like your hair.”
Turning his face carefully, Spencer looked at Jon. His lips were all too close, pink and shiny. “You like…”
“Like it,” Jon muttered. “Nice and short and out of the way. Let’s me get right close to your neck so I can…”
And with that warm lips pressed to the column of Spencer’s throat. He choked on a groan, his hand sliding up over Jon’s bicep to curve around his shoulder, thumb digging into to the soft material of his tee. “Jon, I. I have to…”
Lips slid from neck to jaw, Jon mouthing along Spencer’s chin before pulling back and studying his mouth. “Don’t think,” Jon whispered and leaned in, aligning their mouths.
It was warm and wet and Spencer’s eyes fluttered shut, giving into the press of Jon’s lips upon his own. Sliding his hand to cup the back of Jon’s head, Spencer parted his lips, tongue darting out to trace Jon’s mouth. He tasted like powdered sugar and sin and Spencer could not for the life of him imagine why he ever had a care in the world before this very moment.
That is until Jon’s hand came to rest high on Spencer’s thigh. Spencer jolted back, pulling free of Jon’s mouth.
“What’s…what is it?” Jon asked, his brow furrowed with worry. “I didn’t mean to rush you, I just…”
Spencer took a deep breath, steeling himself. “Jon, look. I like you. I do. Lots,” he amended, seeing the hurt expression on Jon’s face. He never wanted to see look that again. “It’s just that I don’t think you get that…um.” Spencer twisted his free hand against the bear, frantically searching for the right way to put it.
“You’re a virgin?” Jon blurted, eyes rounded with wonder. Spencer spit out a chuckle.
“No, no. Not at all, I just…”
But then there was Jon again, all up in his space, lips caressing over Spencer’s. Soothing. “I’ll never rush you,” Jon promised and kissed him again.
Distracting. That’s what the guy was. With his tongue sliding hot against Spencer’s, his one hand tugging gently against Spencer’s scalp and his other hand sliding rough over Spencer’s crotch. Spencer groaned at the pressure.
Crotch. Right.
Jon pulled away and Spencer groaned in a much more miserable manner, burying his face in his palms. The night air around them was far too still and quiet, only the gentle sway of the cart breaking the silence. Spencer peered through his fingers, expecting the worst.
“Huh,” Jon said.
“Huh?” Spencer echoed.
“Yeah. Huh.”
Spencer tilted his head; peered over the edge and bit the inside of his cheek. Surely the fall wouldn’t be that bad if he jumped.
Cool fingers grazed the side of his face, angling his head back towards Jon. “You have a dick,” he said, voice unnervingly even.
“I…I have a dick,” Spencer parroted. The flush was creeping back into his cheeks, he could feel it.
“And you let me go around calling you sweetheart and baby girl,” Jon said, eyes still locked on Spencer’s. Spencer wished he would blink or cringe or something.
“I did,” he stammered. Jon let out a peel of laughter, slapping his knee.
“Oh my god.” Jon’s body shook, the entire cart swaying to the rhythm of his laughter. “I made such a fool of myself. You must have been laughing at me this…this entire time.”
Spencer sat stock still, desperately hoping that the wheel would begin to turn again. The one they were on and the one in his brain. His mouth dropped open, tongue rolling around words unspoken. “I…I like you,” he blurted again, dumbly.
Wiping tears from the corner of his eyes, Jon looked back at Spencer. “Well alright then.” He smiled again, that bright sunshine that ate at Spencer’s heart and leaned in. Leaned in and licked his way back into Spencer’s mouth.
Well.
The bear was quickly shoved to the floor of the cart, Jon’s hand reclaiming it’s place, Spencer moaning into Jon’s mouth.
“Your name,” Jon murmured, nipping at Spencer’s collarbone. “I never…I should have just asked your name.”
“It’s Spencer,” he said, fingers flexing in Jon’s hair. Jon licked a stripe on Spencer’s neck, scrubbed his palm downward along the inseam of Spencer’s jeans. “But I didn’t mind the other things all that much.”
Mr. Snuggles got a kick to the head when Jon’s hand skimmed under the hem of Spencer’s shirt, splaying over his stomach. “I think I can work with that,” Jon said, and Spencer let out a giggle when fingertips skated over his ribs, tickling.
One day Spencer Smith was mistaken for a girl. And the thing is: He didn’t mind all that much.
Pairing: Spencer Smith/Jon Walker (Um. Panic! boys. *cringes*)
Rating: PG-13 or light R? No clue.
Wordcount: 2,380
Disclaimer: This didn't happen. Though I still contend it would.
Summary: Jon makes a wee little mistake when he asks Spencer out. Faux-genderswap
A/N: kueble Kate is EVIL. Evil I tell you. And I hate her. So much so that I wrote her over two thousand words of unsolicited fic about boys I barely know. SURPRISE KATE! But know this: 1) I've only read 3 bandslash fics myself. 2) I really only know their names & apperences. 3) I was going to hell for the Wincest anyways. Why not? PS. The pretty boy in the icon? NOT Spencer. But the other is Jon.
One day Spencer Smith woke up a girl.
Wait. Scratch that.
One day Jon Walker asked Spencer Smith out.
“Hi sweetheart,” Jon said. His voice was gruff, cigarettes and caffeine washing over Spencer’s spine. Spencer glanced up from the book in his hand, peering over the edge. His lashes fluttered.
“Uh…hi.”
Jon leaned down, lowering the book where it shook in Spencer’s fingers. He cocked an eyebrow; focused on Spencer’s lips. “Aren’t you the pretty one?”
“Um.” Spencer sucked his lower lip between his teeth nervously. “Can I…is there something you need?”
“Just a little time with you, baby girl. I’m Jon. Whaddaya say I pick you up tonight, take you on the town?”
Spencer’s mind reeled. This guy was hot, sure. And forward and confident and…hot. But…
“Great. You live upstairs, right?” Jon leered. Spencer shrunk back, features twisted in confusion. His mouth was dry and he was growing weary of just how much this guy knew about him. Plus the one major thing he seemed to be missing.
“Don’t worry,” Jon said, reading Spencer’s scowl. “I come here often, have seen you is all. Not a stalker, scouts honor.” He held his hand up, palm outward. Spencer traced the length of Jon’s fingers with his eyes and promptly decided to take Jon at his words because those hands…
Spencer nodded dumbly.
“Great, pick you up at eight!” With a quick smile and a gentle squeeze to Spencer’s shoulder, Jon turned to saunter out the door of the coffee shop.
And oh but he had a really great ass. Spencer wondered idly where Jon had gotten those jeans.
Yup, Spencer thought dryly. He was such a girl.
*
Except, really? He wasn’t.
No, Spencer had a dick and everything. Honest.
“Well, I mean.” Ryan twirled his pen between his fingers; gnawed on the end thoughtfully. His lips twisted as he chose his words. “You do kinda wear, um. Feminine things?”
Spencer huffed, blowing his bangs out of his eyes.
“Yeah, but. He thinks I’m a girl. What do I?” Spencer belly-flopped onto his bed dramatically. “He thinks I’m a GIRL.”
“I don’t know, man,” Ryan said, plopping down beside Spencer. He patted Spencer’s back awkwardly. “Obviously he likes you. What does it…what does it matter?”
Spencer winced and spun, glaring at Ryan. “What does it matter? He thinks. I’m. A. Girl.” Spencer enunciated each word, trying to get his point through Ryan’s thick THICK skull. “He’s expecting, I don’t know…girl parts? Seriously Ryan. How can you not see how this is a problem?”
Settling his weight back, Ryan shrugged. “So you don’t have boobs. Big whoop. The guy seems to like you for you.”
Spencer hopped off the bed, stomping across the room and spinning in front of the closet door to stare Ryan down again. He was pitching a fit and he knew it, but damn it, this was a huge problem. “No, I don’t have boobs. I don’t have boobs or, you know, that other main thing girls have.”
Ryan stared at Spencer blankly. So Spencer did the only rational thing.
He stomped his foot and threw his hands in the air.
“A vagina, Ryan. I don’t. Have. A vagina.”
Ryan rolled his eyes. “Yeah, and?”
Spencer’s jaw dropped. Why had he ever befriended such a blockhead?
Shaking his head once more, Spencer turned and began pulling hangers from his closet. He tossed his pale green hoodie towards the bed. Hopefully it would smack Ryan in the face.
“He thinks I’m a girl,” Spencer sighed. This conversation was wearing him out; time to cut to the chase. “He’s probably not gay, Ryan. This is gonna be horrible.”
Spencer could feel Ryan’s approach, the solid pressure of his friend’s hand on his shoulder. “Hey,” Ryan said, twirling Spencer around. “It’s gonna be fine. You just…let him think what he thinks and wow him with that sparkling personality of yours and it’ll be. It’ll be fine.”
Ryan grinned wide and bright. Spencer took a deep breath.
“Fine, fine,” he muttered, shoving Ryan’s hand off of his shoulder. “Let him think what he wants. We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” Saying the words did little to convince himself, but it was a start.
He nodded at his closet, catching Ryan’s eye. “But what am I gonna wear?”
Ryan nudged Spencer with his shoulder and chuckled. “We’ll find something smoking.” He yanked a pair of jeans from the closet. “But we’ve gotta hurry. I still have to do your makeup!”
Ryan didn’t even flinch when Spencer picked up a sneaker from the floor and threw it at his head.
*
Spencer eyed the object in Jon’s hand and gave a wane smile. “Um…thanks.”
Crinkling his brows together, Jon pouted. “What? Is it…is it the wrong color? Did your ex used to give these to you?” He scrubbed the back of his neck, eying the ground. “God, I always screw these things up.”
Spencer bit his lip and stretched his arm out to touch Jon’s wrist. “No, no. It’s…” He gently plucked the flower from Jon’s hand. “Thank you.”
Jon brightened instantly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Welcome.” Grabbing Spencer’s hand, Jon tugged Spencer the rest of the way down the steps. “C’mon. I’ve got the greatest date planned. You, my dear, are gonna feel like the belle of the ball.”
Spencer flexed his fingers against Jon’s palm and swallowed hard. He could do this. Totally.
“So, um. Where are we headed?” Spencer asked, falling in step beside Jon. The flower hung limply in his free hand. Jon peered at Spencer sideways, smirking mischievously. Spencer’s pulse pounded in his ears.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” Jon said. He suddenly halted on the sidewalk, jerking Spencer to a stop beside him. “I almost forgot.”
“What?” Spencer asked, panic rising in his chest. Jon’s hands settled on Spencer’s hips and Spencer craned his head back, putting space between them. Jon smiled.
“Almost forgot to tell you how amazing you look.”
Spencer blushed to his toes. He could feel the heat coloring his cheeks and laughed nervously. “Um…”
Jon’s eyes crinkled when he smiled and he released Spencer. “Yeah, that was cheese. True, but cheese.”
Spencer just bit his lip and laced his fingers through Jon’s again.
Yeah. He could totally do this.
*
So…maybe things had progressed a little quicker than Spencer had expected.
But Jon. Jon had brought him to the carnival and taken him on the Ferris wheel and bought him cotton candy and won him a god awful bright pink stuffed bear as big as Spencer’s head and even worse than all that Jon had…had…smiled at him. This warm smile that shot straight to Spencer’s gut, sending flutters up his spine.
And a tell tale bulge to his pants.
Holding the bear in front of him, Spencer turned to face Jon once more.
Bad plan. He should have tried thinking about the vice president and snapped drum sticks and pineapples in his pants instead. But alas. Jon. Smiling.
Spencer coughed. “So, like. What do you wanna do next?” he asked, clinging to the bear as his life line. The scratchy material bit into his fingers. Jon leaned in.
“I was thinking we’d take Mr. Snuggles for a ride on the Ferris wheel. Seeing as how he missed out last time,” Jon whispered conspiratorially. His breath curled hot up Spencer’s neck. “You up for that?”
Yeah, totally not helping matters. Not to mention that Spencer was a little too up for it. He swallowed again.
“Yeah. Okay. We could…we could do that.” Jon grabbed for the bear - to carry it for was sure - but Spencer held tight. Jon raised an eyebrow then shrugged.
“Alright. If you can’t bear to part with our love child for a moment, I guess I can deal.” Jon pried one of Spencer’s hands off of the bear though, and pressed their palms together. “But. I’ll warn you. We might have to cover his eyes once we get to the top.”
Spencer’s heart dropped to his stomach and he shuffled his feet. Oh god oh god oh god. How was he gonna…there was no way out.
He found himself in the round bucket seat, the plastic umbrella stretched high above his head. Had he been that lost in his own thoughts that he missed the entire process?
Jon slid in beside him, winking at the carnie and handing over a five dollar bill. Spencer’s heart rate sped up as the cart lurched and they began to move. The carnie waved, revealing a greasy smile.
“What…what, um. What was that about?” Spencer asked, finally able to find his voice. The funnel cake they’d had churned uneasily in his stomach as they began to rise higher. Jon looked up from beneath his lashes, eyes dark and unreadable.
“I may have paid the man off,” he murmured, inching closer. Spencer shifted the bear on his lap, his heart pounding a bruising rhythm against his breastbone.
“Jon…”
“Shh,” Jon said. “He’s just gonna leave us at the top for a little bit. So we can….”
Oh god. Spencer flattened his palm against Jon’s chest, feeling the hard muscle twitch beneath his palm. Spencer felt ridiculously faint.
“Jon, I. There’s um. There’s something I’ve got to tell you,” he managed. Jon’s head was scant inches from his neck, a slow stream of air hitting the tender skin behind Spencer’s ear.
“Hmm?” Jon said. His fingers curled into the hair at the nape of Spencer’s neck. Spencer shuddered. “Did I tell you yet that I like your hair? I like your hair.”
Turning his face carefully, Spencer looked at Jon. His lips were all too close, pink and shiny. “You like…”
“Like it,” Jon muttered. “Nice and short and out of the way. Let’s me get right close to your neck so I can…”
And with that warm lips pressed to the column of Spencer’s throat. He choked on a groan, his hand sliding up over Jon’s bicep to curve around his shoulder, thumb digging into to the soft material of his tee. “Jon, I. I have to…”
Lips slid from neck to jaw, Jon mouthing along Spencer’s chin before pulling back and studying his mouth. “Don’t think,” Jon whispered and leaned in, aligning their mouths.
It was warm and wet and Spencer’s eyes fluttered shut, giving into the press of Jon’s lips upon his own. Sliding his hand to cup the back of Jon’s head, Spencer parted his lips, tongue darting out to trace Jon’s mouth. He tasted like powdered sugar and sin and Spencer could not for the life of him imagine why he ever had a care in the world before this very moment.
That is until Jon’s hand came to rest high on Spencer’s thigh. Spencer jolted back, pulling free of Jon’s mouth.
“What’s…what is it?” Jon asked, his brow furrowed with worry. “I didn’t mean to rush you, I just…”
Spencer took a deep breath, steeling himself. “Jon, look. I like you. I do. Lots,” he amended, seeing the hurt expression on Jon’s face. He never wanted to see look that again. “It’s just that I don’t think you get that…um.” Spencer twisted his free hand against the bear, frantically searching for the right way to put it.
“You’re a virgin?” Jon blurted, eyes rounded with wonder. Spencer spit out a chuckle.
“No, no. Not at all, I just…”
But then there was Jon again, all up in his space, lips caressing over Spencer’s. Soothing. “I’ll never rush you,” Jon promised and kissed him again.
Distracting. That’s what the guy was. With his tongue sliding hot against Spencer’s, his one hand tugging gently against Spencer’s scalp and his other hand sliding rough over Spencer’s crotch. Spencer groaned at the pressure.
Crotch. Right.
Jon pulled away and Spencer groaned in a much more miserable manner, burying his face in his palms. The night air around them was far too still and quiet, only the gentle sway of the cart breaking the silence. Spencer peered through his fingers, expecting the worst.
“Huh,” Jon said.
“Huh?” Spencer echoed.
“Yeah. Huh.”
Spencer tilted his head; peered over the edge and bit the inside of his cheek. Surely the fall wouldn’t be that bad if he jumped.
Cool fingers grazed the side of his face, angling his head back towards Jon. “You have a dick,” he said, voice unnervingly even.
“I…I have a dick,” Spencer parroted. The flush was creeping back into his cheeks, he could feel it.
“And you let me go around calling you sweetheart and baby girl,” Jon said, eyes still locked on Spencer’s. Spencer wished he would blink or cringe or something.
“I did,” he stammered. Jon let out a peel of laughter, slapping his knee.
“Oh my god.” Jon’s body shook, the entire cart swaying to the rhythm of his laughter. “I made such a fool of myself. You must have been laughing at me this…this entire time.”
Spencer sat stock still, desperately hoping that the wheel would begin to turn again. The one they were on and the one in his brain. His mouth dropped open, tongue rolling around words unspoken. “I…I like you,” he blurted again, dumbly.
Wiping tears from the corner of his eyes, Jon looked back at Spencer. “Well alright then.” He smiled again, that bright sunshine that ate at Spencer’s heart and leaned in. Leaned in and licked his way back into Spencer’s mouth.
Well.
The bear was quickly shoved to the floor of the cart, Jon’s hand reclaiming it’s place, Spencer moaning into Jon’s mouth.
“Your name,” Jon murmured, nipping at Spencer’s collarbone. “I never…I should have just asked your name.”
“It’s Spencer,” he said, fingers flexing in Jon’s hair. Jon licked a stripe on Spencer’s neck, scrubbed his palm downward along the inseam of Spencer’s jeans. “But I didn’t mind the other things all that much.”
Mr. Snuggles got a kick to the head when Jon’s hand skimmed under the hem of Spencer’s shirt, splaying over his stomach. “I think I can work with that,” Jon said, and Spencer let out a giggle when fingertips skated over his ribs, tickling.
One day Spencer Smith was mistaken for a girl. And the thing is: He didn’t mind all that much.