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Title: Everything Can Be Blamed On Pete Wentz
Fandom: Panic At The Disco, Fall Out Boy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Spencer, slight Pete/Ryan
Summary: Basically, it's 1995 words of self-indulgent sex pollen porn. For _princess_han_, because apparently she can make me write porn even when she's not here. Now that's love. ♥
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Pete.
It has to be Pete’s fault, Spencer thinks. Everything is, really, but Pete Wentz is the only person in the world that would let Ryan get this drunk. And to be honest, watching his best friend stumble around, almost falling over every three seconds, is not something he wants to see.
Spencer steps in when Ryan starts throwing himself at Patrick. Ryan might be Pete’s ‘project’, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t kill him for messing with Patrick. They’re like, soulmates or something. He grabs Ryan’s arm harder than he means to, and winces when he feels Ryan’s flesh slip across the bone. He thinks we really need to feed him more often, then loses all of his coherent thoughts when Ryan moans. Because that. That’s new.
“Hey, you okay?”
“Spence?” Ryan asks, stumbling slightly.
“Yeah, yeah. It’s me.”
“Mmm…good.”
“Why is that good?” Spencer asks, pulling Ryan back towards the bus.
“Because it’s you! Spencer Smith! Spencer James Smith the Fifth. You have a fun name, Spencer James Smith the Fifth.” Ryan giggles, and apparently it’s a private joke because Spencer just sighs and tugs harder on Ryan’s arm, speeding up.
Spencer realises that he’s losing his grip a few seconds later, and tightens his hand around Ryan’s arm. Ryan is already falling though, so Spencer just manages to catch the skin from under Ryan’s arm as he falls.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” Spencer says, kneeling down beside Ryan and trying to help him up. Ryan gets as far as sitting before he stops. He starts rolling up his sleeves, and Spencer sighs again. “Ry, you can check your arm when we get back to the bu--”
“Blood!” Ryan exclaims, gesturing with his good arm towards the graze on his bad one. “You made me bleed, Spencer Smith!”
“Yeah, I said sorry. Now c’mon.”
“Hey hey hey! There’s no need to be sorry,” Ryan says as Spencer leans down and hooks his arms underneath Ryan’s. He pulls Ryan up, and stumbles back. Ryan is closer to Spencer than he should be, and Spencer sees his eyes change from unfocused to dark in a fraction of a second. His pupils are suddenly inexplicably wide, and normally Spencer would put this down to how drunk Ryan is, but they’re close enough together that Spencer should be able to smell the alcohol on his breath. He can’t, though.
“Jesus,” he says. “What happened to you in there?”
“Spencer,” Ryan breathes. “Spencer Spencer Spencer.”
“Yeah, that’s me.”
“Spencer, we’re friends, right?”
Spencer laughs, “I’d say so, yeah.”
“And friends help other friends out, don’t they?”
“What are you getting at?”
Spencer almost chokes on thin air when Ryan says, “I need you to fuck me.”
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They tumble into the bus, and Spencer is thankful for the fact that Brendon and Jon are still in the club because he really doesn’t want them to see Ryan push him onto a sofa and grind against his leg.
“Ryan,” he says. “Ryan, you need to stop now, okay?”
“Can’t,” Ryan pants. “Need…you.”
“What are you…Ryan, how much did you drink tonight?”
Ryan stills for a moment, thinking. “Two beers, I think.”
“That’s--” Ryan starts moving again, getting perilously close to Spencer’s crotch. “That’s it?”
“Yeah,” Ryan breathes. “That’s it.”
“Then why? Why do you suddenly want me to fuck you?”
“I don’t know, okay? Some weird guy sprayed me with something earlier, and I’ve needed you since then. I don’t know exactly, but I do know that if I don’t come soon, I’m going to explode, and not in a good way. Really fucking explode, Spencer. Please.”
“Can you just keep doing this?”
“I…I wasn’t stopping anyway.”
“Okay then,” Spencer sighs, putting his head on the back of the sofa. He closes his eyes and says, “Do what you have to do.”
Ryan pants, “Fuck, thank you,” and speeds up. He fists his hands in Spencer’s shirt and pulls himself up, closer to Spencer. He rocks back and forth, drowning in gorgeous, glorious friction.
Spencer’s breath hitches when Ryan pushes against his cock, and opening one eye doesn’t help. Ryan’s head is thrown back, mouth open as his hips roll over Spencer’s. He’s mouthing ‘fuck’ over and over, and Spencer can tell he’s close. Ryan’s thrusts get steadily more erratic, and he shudders a few moments later, coming just from grinding against Spencer.
“Ry?” Spencer asks. “You okay?”
Ryan tries to get his breathing to normalise, then pushes his hips down into Spencer’s crotch. He’s still hard. “Not enough,” he says. “Not enough!”
“Oh God. Ryan, you can’t carry on. Brendon and Jon could come back!”
“Don’t care,” Ryan replies, pushing himself against Spencer’s mostly-hard cock. “They can fuck me too, if they want.”
And okay, Spencer did not need those images.
“Ryan, tell me exactly what you need.”
“I need you to fuck me,” Ryan replies, and a tiny part of his brain tells him that he’s repeating himself, that he’s said the same thing before. He adds, “But I want to ride you,” as an afterthought.
The second the words leave Ryan’s mouth, Spencer’s hips buck upwards with a moan, and Ryan whines, the noise high and drawn out.
“Fuck Spence. Please.”
“I…I don’t know. What if--”
“I’m not asking you to marry me,” Ryan says. “I just want you. And I know you want me,” He rolls his hips again, and he would have laughed at the moan that’s torn out of Spencer’s throat were he not so distracted. “Come on, I’ll even get myself ready for you!”
“But--”
“No. Just, please. I need you to help me, Spence.”
Spencer looks up at Ryan - his hands are balanced on the back of the sofa next to Spencer’s head, his hair is a complete mess, and his hips - his fucking hips! - are still rolling against him.
“Okay.”
Ryan seemingly can’t say anything that will show how grateful he is, so instead he leans in and kisses him. He presses his lips against Spencer’s, parting them slightly to flick his tongue out and lick across Spencer’s mouth. Spencer moves his lips with Ryan’s and chokes back a moan when he feels their tongues intertwine. A few moments later, and Ryan is sucking on his tongue. Spencer can’t say that he has always wanted this, but now that it’s actually happening, he isn’t protesting much.
They part for air soon after, and Ryan whines when he tries to kiss Spencer again, but is pushed back.
“What…”
Spencer leans in, lips brushing Ryan’s neck. “You said you were going get yourself ready, didn’t you?” Ryan nods, and Spencer bites down on his earlobe. “Then go.”
Ryan groans when he stands up, and Spencer can see where he came on the front of his pants. He bites back a moan, and Ryan turns and heads into the bunk area.
Spencer stands too, locking the door and stripping away all of his clothes. He hears a small, stifled moan from the bunks and groans to himself. The images running through his head are fucking amazing, and he can’t help but wonder why they’ve never tried this, necessity or not. He then makes sure that the blinds on the bus are closed too, although if anyone has seen through them already, it won’t make that much difference.
He sits down where he was, and Ryan walks back in. He’s naked now too, and Spencer finds himself admiring the way his cock arches up, almost touching his stomach. He opens his arms, expecting Ryan to straddle him again. Ryan doesn’t though - instead, he drops to his knees and takes Spencer in his mouth, twirling his tongue around the head of Spencer’s cock.
“Fuck,” Spencer hisses, threading his fingers through Ryan’s hair. “If you carry on, this is going to be over soon,” He says, pulling Ryan back up.
Ryan leans back and starts unfolding a condom over Spencer, then he covers him in lube too. “Sorry,” He says. “I just wanted to taste you before I put that on.”
Spencer isn’t sure how to react to that, so he just says, “Um, it’s okay?” as Ryan climbs up on the sofa beside him. He swings a leg over Spencer, and seals their lips together again, leaning forward to press their chests together.
“Wanna fuck me?” He murmurs, his lips so close to Spencer’s that they might as well still be kissing.
Spencer’s cock jerks at Ryan’s words, so he takes that as a yes, and tells Ryan so. He grips the base of his own cock, squeezing slightly, and Ryan lowers himself, slowly.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” Ryan pants as he feels Spencer slide inside him. He presses all the way down, and waits for himself to adjust. “Fuck, needed you so bad, Spence.”
Spencer’s about to reply, he really is, but Ryan starts moving, and there’s no way he can even form coherent thoughts, never mind speech.
Ryan’s hips move in slow circles on Spencer’s cock, and Spencer leans up to kiss him, tasting a faint hint of himself from when Ryan went down on him. He moans into Ryan’s mouth, tongues flicking over each other. Spencer doesn’t think it can get much better than this.
Then Ryan starts sliding up and down, and apparently it really fucking can.
Ryan’s tight - agonisingly so - but he doesn’t seem to let that bother him because he’s bouncing in Spencer’s lap, ass connecting with Spencer’s thighs on each thrust. When Spencer starts to push upwards, Ryan throws his head back and moans, louder than before. If anyone is outside the bus, they’ll know exactly what’s going on. Spencer thinks that he can blame it on Ryan jerking off, but that idea is killed when Spencer moans with him because Ryan pushes himself all the way down on Spencer’s cock, twisting his hips until the length inside him finds his prostate. Spencer knows the spilt-second he’s found it because Ryan shudders in his arms and collapses forward onto Spencer’s chest.
“You feels so good on me, Ry. This is fucking ama--” Spencer stops talking when a moan spills out of his throat. Ryan’s sinking his teeth into Spencer’s neck, biting on the small pulse just above his shoulder, and Spencer can’t stop himself from thrusting upwards. He’s already as deep inside Ryan as he possibly can be, but that doesn’t stop him from trying for more friction.
Ryan starts thrusting forward - small, sharp thrusts, and when Spencer looks down, he sees Ryan pushing his cock forward onto his stomach, trapping it between them. He reaches down at tries to wrap his hand around Ryan, but Ryan pushes him away.
“I don’t. Don’t need you to.”
Spencer thinks okay and, that’s really fucking hot, and then Ryan is coming, hot and sticky and tight around him. He collapses onto Spencer’s chest, boneless and seemingly sated.
“Fuck,” Spencer says. “Can I--”
“Yeah,” Ryan breathes, his face buried in the crook of Spencer’s neck.
Spencer grabs Ryan’s waist and holds him up, thrusting his hips up into him. It only takes a few thrusts before he’s coming inside him, and he lets Ryan fall against his chest once more.
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A while later, once Spencer has cleaned them both up carried Ryan through to his bunk, he wanders back out to the club and runs straight into Pete.
“Spencer! Just the man!” Pete calls. The music isn’t that loud in the part of the club they’re in, but Pete doesn’t seem to realise this, and he shouts the words at Spencer. “Where’d Ryan go?”
“Bed.”
“Why?”
“Yeah, he was tired or something,” Spencer says.
“Oh. Sorry dude, gotta go. Have to kill someone.”
“Pete. Who did you hire, and what did he do to Ryan?”
Pete doesn’t reply to Spencer’s question, he just quirks an eyebrow, grins, and says, “Dude, he did it? And you got it all? Get in!”
Spencer just rolls his eyes and wanders off to find Brendon and Jon.
Fandom: Panic At The Disco, Fall Out Boy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Spencer, slight Pete/Ryan
Summary: Basically, it's 1995 words of self-indulgent sex pollen porn. For _princess_han_, because apparently she can make me write porn even when she's not here. Now that's love. ♥
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Pete.
It has to be Pete’s fault, Spencer thinks. Everything is, really, but Pete Wentz is the only person in the world that would let Ryan get this drunk. And to be honest, watching his best friend stumble around, almost falling over every three seconds, is not something he wants to see.
Spencer steps in when Ryan starts throwing himself at Patrick. Ryan might be Pete’s ‘project’, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t kill him for messing with Patrick. They’re like, soulmates or something. He grabs Ryan’s arm harder than he means to, and winces when he feels Ryan’s flesh slip across the bone. He thinks we really need to feed him more often, then loses all of his coherent thoughts when Ryan moans. Because that. That’s new.
“Hey, you okay?”
“Spence?” Ryan asks, stumbling slightly.
“Yeah, yeah. It’s me.”
“Mmm…good.”
“Why is that good?” Spencer asks, pulling Ryan back towards the bus.
“Because it’s you! Spencer Smith! Spencer James Smith the Fifth. You have a fun name, Spencer James Smith the Fifth.” Ryan giggles, and apparently it’s a private joke because Spencer just sighs and tugs harder on Ryan’s arm, speeding up.
Spencer realises that he’s losing his grip a few seconds later, and tightens his hand around Ryan’s arm. Ryan is already falling though, so Spencer just manages to catch the skin from under Ryan’s arm as he falls.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” Spencer says, kneeling down beside Ryan and trying to help him up. Ryan gets as far as sitting before he stops. He starts rolling up his sleeves, and Spencer sighs again. “Ry, you can check your arm when we get back to the bu--”
“Blood!” Ryan exclaims, gesturing with his good arm towards the graze on his bad one. “You made me bleed, Spencer Smith!”
“Yeah, I said sorry. Now c’mon.”
“Hey hey hey! There’s no need to be sorry,” Ryan says as Spencer leans down and hooks his arms underneath Ryan’s. He pulls Ryan up, and stumbles back. Ryan is closer to Spencer than he should be, and Spencer sees his eyes change from unfocused to dark in a fraction of a second. His pupils are suddenly inexplicably wide, and normally Spencer would put this down to how drunk Ryan is, but they’re close enough together that Spencer should be able to smell the alcohol on his breath. He can’t, though.
“Jesus,” he says. “What happened to you in there?”
“Spencer,” Ryan breathes. “Spencer Spencer Spencer.”
“Yeah, that’s me.”
“Spencer, we’re friends, right?”
Spencer laughs, “I’d say so, yeah.”
“And friends help other friends out, don’t they?”
“What are you getting at?”
Spencer almost chokes on thin air when Ryan says, “I need you to fuck me.”
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They tumble into the bus, and Spencer is thankful for the fact that Brendon and Jon are still in the club because he really doesn’t want them to see Ryan push him onto a sofa and grind against his leg.
“Ryan,” he says. “Ryan, you need to stop now, okay?”
“Can’t,” Ryan pants. “Need…you.”
“What are you…Ryan, how much did you drink tonight?”
Ryan stills for a moment, thinking. “Two beers, I think.”
“That’s--” Ryan starts moving again, getting perilously close to Spencer’s crotch. “That’s it?”
“Yeah,” Ryan breathes. “That’s it.”
“Then why? Why do you suddenly want me to fuck you?”
“I don’t know, okay? Some weird guy sprayed me with something earlier, and I’ve needed you since then. I don’t know exactly, but I do know that if I don’t come soon, I’m going to explode, and not in a good way. Really fucking explode, Spencer. Please.”
“Can you just keep doing this?”
“I…I wasn’t stopping anyway.”
“Okay then,” Spencer sighs, putting his head on the back of the sofa. He closes his eyes and says, “Do what you have to do.”
Ryan pants, “Fuck, thank you,” and speeds up. He fists his hands in Spencer’s shirt and pulls himself up, closer to Spencer. He rocks back and forth, drowning in gorgeous, glorious friction.
Spencer’s breath hitches when Ryan pushes against his cock, and opening one eye doesn’t help. Ryan’s head is thrown back, mouth open as his hips roll over Spencer’s. He’s mouthing ‘fuck’ over and over, and Spencer can tell he’s close. Ryan’s thrusts get steadily more erratic, and he shudders a few moments later, coming just from grinding against Spencer.
“Ry?” Spencer asks. “You okay?”
Ryan tries to get his breathing to normalise, then pushes his hips down into Spencer’s crotch. He’s still hard. “Not enough,” he says. “Not enough!”
“Oh God. Ryan, you can’t carry on. Brendon and Jon could come back!”
“Don’t care,” Ryan replies, pushing himself against Spencer’s mostly-hard cock. “They can fuck me too, if they want.”
And okay, Spencer did not need those images.
“Ryan, tell me exactly what you need.”
“I need you to fuck me,” Ryan replies, and a tiny part of his brain tells him that he’s repeating himself, that he’s said the same thing before. He adds, “But I want to ride you,” as an afterthought.
The second the words leave Ryan’s mouth, Spencer’s hips buck upwards with a moan, and Ryan whines, the noise high and drawn out.
“Fuck Spence. Please.”
“I…I don’t know. What if--”
“I’m not asking you to marry me,” Ryan says. “I just want you. And I know you want me,” He rolls his hips again, and he would have laughed at the moan that’s torn out of Spencer’s throat were he not so distracted. “Come on, I’ll even get myself ready for you!”
“But--”
“No. Just, please. I need you to help me, Spence.”
Spencer looks up at Ryan - his hands are balanced on the back of the sofa next to Spencer’s head, his hair is a complete mess, and his hips - his fucking hips! - are still rolling against him.
“Okay.”
Ryan seemingly can’t say anything that will show how grateful he is, so instead he leans in and kisses him. He presses his lips against Spencer’s, parting them slightly to flick his tongue out and lick across Spencer’s mouth. Spencer moves his lips with Ryan’s and chokes back a moan when he feels their tongues intertwine. A few moments later, and Ryan is sucking on his tongue. Spencer can’t say that he has always wanted this, but now that it’s actually happening, he isn’t protesting much.
They part for air soon after, and Ryan whines when he tries to kiss Spencer again, but is pushed back.
“What…”
Spencer leans in, lips brushing Ryan’s neck. “You said you were going get yourself ready, didn’t you?” Ryan nods, and Spencer bites down on his earlobe. “Then go.”
Ryan groans when he stands up, and Spencer can see where he came on the front of his pants. He bites back a moan, and Ryan turns and heads into the bunk area.
Spencer stands too, locking the door and stripping away all of his clothes. He hears a small, stifled moan from the bunks and groans to himself. The images running through his head are fucking amazing, and he can’t help but wonder why they’ve never tried this, necessity or not. He then makes sure that the blinds on the bus are closed too, although if anyone has seen through them already, it won’t make that much difference.
He sits down where he was, and Ryan walks back in. He’s naked now too, and Spencer finds himself admiring the way his cock arches up, almost touching his stomach. He opens his arms, expecting Ryan to straddle him again. Ryan doesn’t though - instead, he drops to his knees and takes Spencer in his mouth, twirling his tongue around the head of Spencer’s cock.
“Fuck,” Spencer hisses, threading his fingers through Ryan’s hair. “If you carry on, this is going to be over soon,” He says, pulling Ryan back up.
Ryan leans back and starts unfolding a condom over Spencer, then he covers him in lube too. “Sorry,” He says. “I just wanted to taste you before I put that on.”
Spencer isn’t sure how to react to that, so he just says, “Um, it’s okay?” as Ryan climbs up on the sofa beside him. He swings a leg over Spencer, and seals their lips together again, leaning forward to press their chests together.
“Wanna fuck me?” He murmurs, his lips so close to Spencer’s that they might as well still be kissing.
Spencer’s cock jerks at Ryan’s words, so he takes that as a yes, and tells Ryan so. He grips the base of his own cock, squeezing slightly, and Ryan lowers himself, slowly.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” Ryan pants as he feels Spencer slide inside him. He presses all the way down, and waits for himself to adjust. “Fuck, needed you so bad, Spence.”
Spencer’s about to reply, he really is, but Ryan starts moving, and there’s no way he can even form coherent thoughts, never mind speech.
Ryan’s hips move in slow circles on Spencer’s cock, and Spencer leans up to kiss him, tasting a faint hint of himself from when Ryan went down on him. He moans into Ryan’s mouth, tongues flicking over each other. Spencer doesn’t think it can get much better than this.
Then Ryan starts sliding up and down, and apparently it really fucking can.
Ryan’s tight - agonisingly so - but he doesn’t seem to let that bother him because he’s bouncing in Spencer’s lap, ass connecting with Spencer’s thighs on each thrust. When Spencer starts to push upwards, Ryan throws his head back and moans, louder than before. If anyone is outside the bus, they’ll know exactly what’s going on. Spencer thinks that he can blame it on Ryan jerking off, but that idea is killed when Spencer moans with him because Ryan pushes himself all the way down on Spencer’s cock, twisting his hips until the length inside him finds his prostate. Spencer knows the spilt-second he’s found it because Ryan shudders in his arms and collapses forward onto Spencer’s chest.
“You feels so good on me, Ry. This is fucking ama--” Spencer stops talking when a moan spills out of his throat. Ryan’s sinking his teeth into Spencer’s neck, biting on the small pulse just above his shoulder, and Spencer can’t stop himself from thrusting upwards. He’s already as deep inside Ryan as he possibly can be, but that doesn’t stop him from trying for more friction.
Ryan starts thrusting forward - small, sharp thrusts, and when Spencer looks down, he sees Ryan pushing his cock forward onto his stomach, trapping it between them. He reaches down at tries to wrap his hand around Ryan, but Ryan pushes him away.
“I don’t. Don’t need you to.”
Spencer thinks okay and, that’s really fucking hot, and then Ryan is coming, hot and sticky and tight around him. He collapses onto Spencer’s chest, boneless and seemingly sated.
“Fuck,” Spencer says. “Can I--”
“Yeah,” Ryan breathes, his face buried in the crook of Spencer’s neck.
Spencer grabs Ryan’s waist and holds him up, thrusting his hips up into him. It only takes a few thrusts before he’s coming inside him, and he lets Ryan fall against his chest once more.
---
A while later, once Spencer has cleaned them both up carried Ryan through to his bunk, he wanders back out to the club and runs straight into Pete.
“Spencer! Just the man!” Pete calls. The music isn’t that loud in the part of the club they’re in, but Pete doesn’t seem to realise this, and he shouts the words at Spencer. “Where’d Ryan go?”
“Bed.”
“Why?”
“Yeah, he was tired or something,” Spencer says.
“Oh. Sorry dude, gotta go. Have to kill someone.”
“Pete. Who did you hire, and what did he do to Ryan?”
Pete doesn’t reply to Spencer’s question, he just quirks an eyebrow, grins, and says, “Dude, he did it? And you got it all? Get in!”
Spencer just rolls his eyes and wanders off to find Brendon and Jon.