anywhere but in between (Spencer/Brendon/Jon/Ryan)
anywhere but in between
Panic GSF, 1500 words, R/NC-17
I am neurotic, but imntsaying and themoononastick are both super fantastic and reassured me that you can actually tell who is doing what to whom at any given point in this ridiculously short story. Also they beta'd. Like I said, super. fantastic. They should totally tell me if I used whom right right there too, cause I honestly have no idea.
Also, god forbid I ever have to give something a title doesn't involve directly lifting lyrics from a song.
It’s better now because they’re all clean and Spencer’s head is on Jon’s stomach and Ryan is somewhere to his left and Brendon’s curled up by Jon’s head like he’s some kind of cat. Mostly it’s better though because Ryan isn’t making them walk up some big deserty mountain with the sun on their shoulders and sweat on their backs.
Who knew Ryan Ross was so into hiking? No one, that’s who. And why? Because he's not. And he made them anyway.
But it’s close to being worth it because Ryan paid his electric bill this month and his AC feels perfect and all Spencer can smell is someone’s girly shampoo and his legs feel pleasantly like jelly and the rhythm of Jon’s breathing is perfect for nodding off to. He’s just about there when he feels a shift, like Jon’s rolling away, then there’s a low muffled sound, then a slick wet one. Spencer tips his head back and wow, he did not know that Jon and Brendon were in the habit of kissing. And even if they are, they shouldn’t be in the habit of kissing quite like that. Not when innocent bystanders are quietly resting their heads on Jon’s stomach trying to nap. Because that, that is just lewd and kind of awkward and really, wildly inappropriate.
Spencer clears his throat and Jon pulls back. There’s a tiny little smile on Jon’s face that doesn’t go unnoticed, but mostly Spencer focuses on the way Brendon arches his neck toward Jon again and mumbles his name, lilting it like a question.
Okay, so they’re not in the habit of kissing, maybe they just want to be? Maybe they’re going to be.
There’s a twisty thing, like jealousy but minus all the hard edges, and it settles around something bigger, something like want. Spencer swallows the breath that starts to shudder out and raises an eyebrow instead. Jon smiles down at him and hums a nothing sound that Spencer has no idea how he’s supposed to interpret. Then Jon just matches his raised eyebrow and cocks his head quick like he’s beckoning him. Like he’s inviting him and oh. Oh. Huh.
Spencer hates that everything goes still once he’s figured it out. It’s so stupid, but it does. His vision even blurs and he blinks slow and waits for it all to catch up.
When it does, Spencer grabs Ryan’s hand because he’s not doing this alone. Then he laughs a little because he gets that that is the point, but a big part of his brain is still four or nine steps behind. What he really means is, he grabs Ryan’s hand because if they’re going to fuck up this royally, it has to be all four of them that do it. At this point Spencer’s still not touching anyone seriously, there’s just Ryan’s hand in his, loose and unanchored, and Jon’s hand threading through his hair.
Spencer’s working out who he’s going to blame when the inevitable infighting starts and none of them ever want to see each other again and the news breaks on MTV or whatever that the thing that did Panic at the Disco in was fucking group fucking sex. (You hear it, dunduh dunduh dunduh. First). It’s either Jon or Brendon, but Jon’s doing this thing with his fingers, this threading thing that’s both easing his tension and ratcheting it up and it’s nice, so Spencer is pretty sure Brendon loses. Which is weird because he’s also pretty sure Jon’s the one doing all the instigating.
Before he can stop himself, he’s compiling a list in his head of all the things he’ll never be able to do again when it all goes bad. It includes things like make music, listen to music, drink coffee, drive. His life is going to suck. He doesn’t know when their lives became so intertwined, or when the simple act of existing became an exercise in association, but it did, and now he’s stuck with them forever and ruining it all would be bad, very very bad.
Brendon’s hands abandon Jon and find Spencer's stomach and he’s all sweetness and light when he asks, “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Spencer answers, because even with all the alarm bells dinging, he still wants.
Brendon lifts his shirt and bends down at the same time. “Then you have to stop thinking, Spence,” he says just before he starts biting at the skin of his waist.
His gasp is small and there’s a moment where he hopes nobody heard it, but his eyes catch Jon’s and Jon smiles wide and Spencer can’t stop smiling back.
He’s just about to crawl up Jon and find out how far this goes when Ryan tugs on his hand and their fingers slip through each other. Spencer turns toward Ryan and it all makes sense. Whether fully articulated or not, at one point or another, Spencer has wanted each member of his band. He’s wanted Ryan the longest though, so that’s who he kisses first.
It’s all these things - weird and hot and familiar and not, mostly it’s fun, though, finding out how Ryan kisses. He’s not sure who smiles first but he feels Ryan do it and then he’s laughing and it’s awesome. Spencer takes a deep breath and kisses him again. Less laughing, more tongue this time.
Brendon’s mostly naked before any of the rest of them are, which is the least surprising aspect of all of this. But soon there’s skin, so much skin, and all Spencer can think is that whoever it is he’s touching right now, that’s who he likes best, wants most, needs now. It’s still Ryan who’s got hands on his face and his tongue in his mouth, but Brendon’s touching his neck, splaying his hand against his skull and up into his hair.
Spencer pulls back and watches Ryan blink and then he kisses Brendon. It’s not long before Brendon is crawling into Spencer’s lap, grinding down as he straddles his hips. Spencer wonders why he still has pants on.
Brendon asks, “Why do you still have pants on?”
“I don’t know,” Spencer is deadly serious, “but we have to fix it.”
Brendon laughs and starts to unbutton his jeans. Spencer tilts back and squirms until they’re over his ass and then he nearly topples over, but Jon’s there and Spencer’s back collides with his shoulder and he lets out an, “ooph.”
Spencer doesn’t even have time to wonder why Jon keeps laughing at him, because as Brendon’s pulling his pants over his calves (skinny jeans are ridiculous, really) Jon tilts his face and he finally gets Jon. He tastes good, and he smells good, that was evidently Jon’s girly shampoo he was inhaling earlier.
He can hear Ryan make an impatient noise and his position is awkward, but if he turns away from Jon a little he can see Ryan down by Jon’s hips.
Watching Ryan suck Jon’s dick down pretty much out-hots anything Spencer has ever seen. He stares slack jawed and feels as Jon holds onto his hip for leverage, squeezing hard. Brendon is doing something down by his feet. Oh, shoes. He never took off his shoes and his pants are bunched by his ankles but Brendon’s got it under control, so he’s just going to watch Ryan and listen to the noises Jon’s making.
He’s thinking he might really like to fuck Ryan if they ever do this again. If they ever organize in such a way as to be readily equipped with important things like lube and condoms and maybe a bed.
But then Brendon’s back in his lap and they’re both hard and Brendon’s laughing at him yet again because he’s still staring at Ryan’s mouth all full of Jon’s cock. He doesn’t think group sex is supposed to have this much mocking, so he takes Brendon’s dick in his hand and covers Brendon's mouth with his and that works, Brendon’s not laughing anymore.
Brendon breathes into him a little, then moves to kiss the skin behind his ear all the while rocking into Spencer’s hand. It's not long before Brendon is twining his own hand between them and then their hands are slipping together and there’s sound all around. Brendon’s mouth abandons Spencer for Jon and Spencer slips his hand into Ryan’s hair and tugs.
Spencer tilts his head back and feels Brendon come back to him, kissing the part of his throat that he still shaves, then licking at the hollow between his collar bones. His hand stills in Ryan’s hair and Ryan takes it in his, and it’s weird and cyclical, like they’re back at the beginning, and that’s when he comes. If he says someone’s name, he has no idea whose it is.
Brendon bites at his throat just before he comes right after him.
He feels Jon coming down behind him and he’s kind of disappointed he missed it, but there’s still Ryan, Ryan rutting up against Jon’s leg, and some lucky one of them gets to get him off. Maybe some lucky all of them.
And of course, there’s always next time.
Panic GSF, 1500 words, R/NC-17
I am neurotic, but imntsaying and themoononastick are both super fantastic and reassured me that you can actually tell who is doing what to whom at any given point in this ridiculously short story. Also they beta'd. Like I said, super. fantastic. They should totally tell me if I used whom right right there too, cause I honestly have no idea.
Also, god forbid I ever have to give something a title doesn't involve directly lifting lyrics from a song.
It’s better now because they’re all clean and Spencer’s head is on Jon’s stomach and Ryan is somewhere to his left and Brendon’s curled up by Jon’s head like he’s some kind of cat. Mostly it’s better though because Ryan isn’t making them walk up some big deserty mountain with the sun on their shoulders and sweat on their backs.
Who knew Ryan Ross was so into hiking? No one, that’s who. And why? Because he's not. And he made them anyway.
But it’s close to being worth it because Ryan paid his electric bill this month and his AC feels perfect and all Spencer can smell is someone’s girly shampoo and his legs feel pleasantly like jelly and the rhythm of Jon’s breathing is perfect for nodding off to. He’s just about there when he feels a shift, like Jon’s rolling away, then there’s a low muffled sound, then a slick wet one. Spencer tips his head back and wow, he did not know that Jon and Brendon were in the habit of kissing. And even if they are, they shouldn’t be in the habit of kissing quite like that. Not when innocent bystanders are quietly resting their heads on Jon’s stomach trying to nap. Because that, that is just lewd and kind of awkward and really, wildly inappropriate.
Spencer clears his throat and Jon pulls back. There’s a tiny little smile on Jon’s face that doesn’t go unnoticed, but mostly Spencer focuses on the way Brendon arches his neck toward Jon again and mumbles his name, lilting it like a question.
Okay, so they’re not in the habit of kissing, maybe they just want to be? Maybe they’re going to be.
There’s a twisty thing, like jealousy but minus all the hard edges, and it settles around something bigger, something like want. Spencer swallows the breath that starts to shudder out and raises an eyebrow instead. Jon smiles down at him and hums a nothing sound that Spencer has no idea how he’s supposed to interpret. Then Jon just matches his raised eyebrow and cocks his head quick like he’s beckoning him. Like he’s inviting him and oh. Oh. Huh.
Spencer hates that everything goes still once he’s figured it out. It’s so stupid, but it does. His vision even blurs and he blinks slow and waits for it all to catch up.
When it does, Spencer grabs Ryan’s hand because he’s not doing this alone. Then he laughs a little because he gets that that is the point, but a big part of his brain is still four or nine steps behind. What he really means is, he grabs Ryan’s hand because if they’re going to fuck up this royally, it has to be all four of them that do it. At this point Spencer’s still not touching anyone seriously, there’s just Ryan’s hand in his, loose and unanchored, and Jon’s hand threading through his hair.
Spencer’s working out who he’s going to blame when the inevitable infighting starts and none of them ever want to see each other again and the news breaks on MTV or whatever that the thing that did Panic at the Disco in was fucking group fucking sex. (You hear it, dunduh dunduh dunduh. First). It’s either Jon or Brendon, but Jon’s doing this thing with his fingers, this threading thing that’s both easing his tension and ratcheting it up and it’s nice, so Spencer is pretty sure Brendon loses. Which is weird because he’s also pretty sure Jon’s the one doing all the instigating.
Before he can stop himself, he’s compiling a list in his head of all the things he’ll never be able to do again when it all goes bad. It includes things like make music, listen to music, drink coffee, drive. His life is going to suck. He doesn’t know when their lives became so intertwined, or when the simple act of existing became an exercise in association, but it did, and now he’s stuck with them forever and ruining it all would be bad, very very bad.
Brendon’s hands abandon Jon and find Spencer's stomach and he’s all sweetness and light when he asks, “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Spencer answers, because even with all the alarm bells dinging, he still wants.
Brendon lifts his shirt and bends down at the same time. “Then you have to stop thinking, Spence,” he says just before he starts biting at the skin of his waist.
His gasp is small and there’s a moment where he hopes nobody heard it, but his eyes catch Jon’s and Jon smiles wide and Spencer can’t stop smiling back.
He’s just about to crawl up Jon and find out how far this goes when Ryan tugs on his hand and their fingers slip through each other. Spencer turns toward Ryan and it all makes sense. Whether fully articulated or not, at one point or another, Spencer has wanted each member of his band. He’s wanted Ryan the longest though, so that’s who he kisses first.
It’s all these things - weird and hot and familiar and not, mostly it’s fun, though, finding out how Ryan kisses. He’s not sure who smiles first but he feels Ryan do it and then he’s laughing and it’s awesome. Spencer takes a deep breath and kisses him again. Less laughing, more tongue this time.
Brendon’s mostly naked before any of the rest of them are, which is the least surprising aspect of all of this. But soon there’s skin, so much skin, and all Spencer can think is that whoever it is he’s touching right now, that’s who he likes best, wants most, needs now. It’s still Ryan who’s got hands on his face and his tongue in his mouth, but Brendon’s touching his neck, splaying his hand against his skull and up into his hair.
Spencer pulls back and watches Ryan blink and then he kisses Brendon. It’s not long before Brendon is crawling into Spencer’s lap, grinding down as he straddles his hips. Spencer wonders why he still has pants on.
Brendon asks, “Why do you still have pants on?”
“I don’t know,” Spencer is deadly serious, “but we have to fix it.”
Brendon laughs and starts to unbutton his jeans. Spencer tilts back and squirms until they’re over his ass and then he nearly topples over, but Jon’s there and Spencer’s back collides with his shoulder and he lets out an, “ooph.”
Spencer doesn’t even have time to wonder why Jon keeps laughing at him, because as Brendon’s pulling his pants over his calves (skinny jeans are ridiculous, really) Jon tilts his face and he finally gets Jon. He tastes good, and he smells good, that was evidently Jon’s girly shampoo he was inhaling earlier.
He can hear Ryan make an impatient noise and his position is awkward, but if he turns away from Jon a little he can see Ryan down by Jon’s hips.
Watching Ryan suck Jon’s dick down pretty much out-hots anything Spencer has ever seen. He stares slack jawed and feels as Jon holds onto his hip for leverage, squeezing hard. Brendon is doing something down by his feet. Oh, shoes. He never took off his shoes and his pants are bunched by his ankles but Brendon’s got it under control, so he’s just going to watch Ryan and listen to the noises Jon’s making.
He’s thinking he might really like to fuck Ryan if they ever do this again. If they ever organize in such a way as to be readily equipped with important things like lube and condoms and maybe a bed.
But then Brendon’s back in his lap and they’re both hard and Brendon’s laughing at him yet again because he’s still staring at Ryan’s mouth all full of Jon’s cock. He doesn’t think group sex is supposed to have this much mocking, so he takes Brendon’s dick in his hand and covers Brendon's mouth with his and that works, Brendon’s not laughing anymore.
Brendon breathes into him a little, then moves to kiss the skin behind his ear all the while rocking into Spencer’s hand. It's not long before Brendon is twining his own hand between them and then their hands are slipping together and there’s sound all around. Brendon’s mouth abandons Spencer for Jon and Spencer slips his hand into Ryan’s hair and tugs.
Spencer tilts his head back and feels Brendon come back to him, kissing the part of his throat that he still shaves, then licking at the hollow between his collar bones. His hand stills in Ryan’s hair and Ryan takes it in his, and it’s weird and cyclical, like they’re back at the beginning, and that’s when he comes. If he says someone’s name, he has no idea whose it is.
Brendon bites at his throat just before he comes right after him.
He feels Jon coming down behind him and he’s kind of disappointed he missed it, but there’s still Ryan, Ryan rutting up against Jon’s leg, and some lucky one of them gets to get him off. Maybe some lucky all of them.
And of course, there’s always next time.