fic: Refractory Period (Jon/Spencer)
Refractory Period
by rossetti and schuyler
Panic! At The Disco, Jon/Spencer, NC-17 (man, is it NC-17)
~1500 words
Disclaimer: Fiction
Now that he and Jon are together, Spencer expects - nay, demands! - crazy hot sex. He receives that, constantly, and still Jon's good at surprising him. Jon's been on tours since he was younger than Spencer was when they recorded the album, he knows all about the dark corners and the hidden rooms and the unlocked doors one can find at a venue. Spencer really never thought that getting caught would turn him on this much, but Jon's slowly worn down his hesitation. He can't believe, now, that he used to make them stop when they heard a noise right outside the door.
It's almost like an x-rated game of hide and seek, turning corners and knowing that if he finds Jon, he just might get to fuck him, or blow him in a corner, or get pulled into a bathroom for five minutes of seriously hot making out.
Spencer's lips constantly feel chapped. He can't stop licking them.
He made the mistake, once, of wondering out loud at Jon's short refractory period. He was, unfortunately, made to find Jon's birthday on his really hideous Illinois driver's license and given a very short lecture, punctuated with wet, sloppy kisses. More importantly, Jon had forced him to come three times before he let Spencer leave the room, then had pulled him aside time after time the rest of the day. Spencer gets the point, is in fact appreciative of the point, but his balls had ached.
**
Jon grew up on tour, more or less. He's comfortable with the constant motion, the new environment every two days, the changing levels of privacy and space in a way that Spencer is kind of jealous of, sometimes. He's got that lazy smile and those deceptively soft eyes, and he lounges and slouches and just generally flies under the radar. The first time he snaked Spencer out of a hallway and into an electrician's closet (at least that's what Spencer thought it was), Spencer had almost had a heart attack then and there, at least until he recognized Jon's goofy giggle and remembered how to breathe.
"I got my first tour blowjob in this closet," Jon had told him reflectively, while his hands were busy with Spencer's belt. "One of the local bands had this really hot bass player when we came through here three years ago, and--"
Spencer had discovered that jealousy made him kind of crazy, and that Jon loved it when Spencer spun him around, pinned him against the wall, and fucked him until he had to bite his own arm to keep from screaming. That night's show had been something to remember, and Spencer has a great fondness for electrician's closets, now.
**
Sometimes, they actually get interrupted to the point where they have to stop. Spencer's left hard and frustrated, knowing Jon's already slicked up and ready to be fucked, but there won't be time before the show now that they've been kicked out of the bathroom. He manages to crowd Jon in a dark corner and slip a hand down the back of his jeans, pushing down between Jon's cheeks until he can finger him lightly.
Jon's kissing him desperately and Spencer loves that they must look sweet and tame, making-out-in-the-corner style, but in reality he's finger fucking Jon and pushing him into the wall with one hip, holding Jon so he can't move. Jon's reduced to sucking lightly on his tongue by the end of it, making soft whimpering sounds.
Jon loves it, not even so much the thrill of getting caught as just the act: Spencer making him stay there, Jon unable to leave. He needs this too much, even if the whole arena sees them. He needs to come. He rocks against Spencer's hip, bucking his hips forward as rough as he dares, and Spencer twists his two fingers, nudging against Jon's prostate until he cries out into Spencer's mouth, soft and broken, and comes.
Jon will play the whole show in sticky jeans if he doesn't rush to change. He makes it onto stage at the last possible moment, and it's not until the second song, when he whirls around to watch Spencer bang the drums, that he realizes that Spencer's still hard. He's back there on his stool, sweaty already and flicking his bangs out of his eyes, and when he looks at Jon, pins him for a moment, Jon wants to climb into his lap again.
**
When they meet with the fashion designers for Circus, Jon throws, "Spencer should have lace up pants!" into the brainstorming session. Spencer rolls his eyes but doesn't reply, which is apparently taken as permission.
He finds out why Spencer didn't respond the first night of the tour, when Spencer uses the laces to tie Jon to the headboard, then goes to shower.
**
Ryan pointedly does not ask why Spencer and Jon room together every night. Brendon pointedly does. "You'll learn when you're older," Jon says, ruffling his hair. But while Ryan sleeps, Brendon listens against the wall and hears Spencer's desperate moans and Jon's encouraging grunts. It lasts, like, forever. He falls asleep long before they're done, already bored.
Spencer comes onto the bus the next morning and stretches out on his stomach in his bunk. While Brendon and Ryan work on a song up front that afternoon, Jon slips into Spencer's bunk and tugs his pants down to apologize to Spencer's ass, licking and teasing until Spencer can't hold in the whimpers, lets them escape past the giggles as Jon whispers soft, encouraging pleases and sorries.
**
Look, Spencer's had sex before. He had a *lot* of sex in the early days, when Brendon was still all repressed Mormon and Ryan was solidifying his indie cred by camwhoring with Jac Vanek. Panic attracted a lot of gay jailbait and Spencer fucked some of them. It's better, now, with Jon.
When it's Jon he's sliding into in the penthouse suite at the San Remo, when it's the third time and Jon's already open for him, slick, it's just somehow better. The first time it was hard and rough and the second time was so close on the heels of the first that it had hurt when Spencer came.
Then they took a break to smoke up on the balcony and talk smack about their friends, and now every feeling, every sight is like swimming through liquid: the slow, unceasing rolls of Spencer's hips, the loose clasp of Jon's hand around his own dick. He's only moving enough to tease himself, to keep himself hard for Spencer. He knows Spencer likes the sight of Jon, hard and waiting.
**
Jon holds his camera up one night, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Wanna take some photos?"
Spencer's neutral to negative on the thought. Two leaked post-coital photographs are enough for one lifetime, is his philosophy, and those were nothing in comparison with Ryan's jailbait ass and Pete's dick.
Jon settles the camera strap around his neck, persists, "Tom and I used to take pictures all the time, it'll be fine." He gazes at Spencer through the lens. "Seriously, when you're not an idiot it's pretty easy to keep stuff off the internet."
"Tom, eh?" Spencer picks up on the important bit, sitting up straighter on the bed. "Was Tom naked?"
"Sometimes," Jon steps closer, gloriously unconcerned about his own nudity. Spencer purses his lips and hears the SLR whir.
"You can take ten more pictures," he finally decides, "and I'm keeping this sheet over my dick."
Jon grins and asks him to roll over.
**
Jon's first time to Vegas is right before his tour with Panic, and he barely remembers it: a mirage city of lights and trees and roller coasters appearing in the middle of the desert, his mind full of riffs and his palms slightly sweaty. This is an opportunity, and he knows it.
But now he's re-learning Vegas, learning it as Spencer's home, driving around in Ryan's new car. They left Spencer's parents' place hours ago. They've eaten and cruised the strip and sung along to cheesy songs on the radio and now Jon's wearing ridiculously huge sunglasses and curled comfortably sideways in his seat, smoking a joint. Thank god for tinted windows.
"You're such a tease," Spencer bitches across from him.
Jon grins and blows smoke at him. "You'll get us back before we hotbox too badly. I'm just getting us ready."
Spencer's silent through a left turn then he clears his throat, "We're not going back to my place. We're going to a hotel so we can fuck for hours without my parents or my sisters finding us." He darts a quick glance at Jon and licks his lips. "We're going to stop at the hotel gift store and I'm going to wait at the counter while you buy a large pack of condoms and the biggest thing of lube you can find. I'm just going to stand there and watch you and think about fucking you. I bet you'll be hard, hard enough for it to show."
Jon's already hard and panting.
by rossetti and schuyler
Panic! At The Disco, Jon/Spencer, NC-17 (man, is it NC-17)
~1500 words
Disclaimer: Fiction
Now that he and Jon are together, Spencer expects - nay, demands! - crazy hot sex. He receives that, constantly, and still Jon's good at surprising him. Jon's been on tours since he was younger than Spencer was when they recorded the album, he knows all about the dark corners and the hidden rooms and the unlocked doors one can find at a venue. Spencer really never thought that getting caught would turn him on this much, but Jon's slowly worn down his hesitation. He can't believe, now, that he used to make them stop when they heard a noise right outside the door.
It's almost like an x-rated game of hide and seek, turning corners and knowing that if he finds Jon, he just might get to fuck him, or blow him in a corner, or get pulled into a bathroom for five minutes of seriously hot making out.
Spencer's lips constantly feel chapped. He can't stop licking them.
He made the mistake, once, of wondering out loud at Jon's short refractory period. He was, unfortunately, made to find Jon's birthday on his really hideous Illinois driver's license and given a very short lecture, punctuated with wet, sloppy kisses. More importantly, Jon had forced him to come three times before he let Spencer leave the room, then had pulled him aside time after time the rest of the day. Spencer gets the point, is in fact appreciative of the point, but his balls had ached.
**
Jon grew up on tour, more or less. He's comfortable with the constant motion, the new environment every two days, the changing levels of privacy and space in a way that Spencer is kind of jealous of, sometimes. He's got that lazy smile and those deceptively soft eyes, and he lounges and slouches and just generally flies under the radar. The first time he snaked Spencer out of a hallway and into an electrician's closet (at least that's what Spencer thought it was), Spencer had almost had a heart attack then and there, at least until he recognized Jon's goofy giggle and remembered how to breathe.
"I got my first tour blowjob in this closet," Jon had told him reflectively, while his hands were busy with Spencer's belt. "One of the local bands had this really hot bass player when we came through here three years ago, and--"
Spencer had discovered that jealousy made him kind of crazy, and that Jon loved it when Spencer spun him around, pinned him against the wall, and fucked him until he had to bite his own arm to keep from screaming. That night's show had been something to remember, and Spencer has a great fondness for electrician's closets, now.
**
Sometimes, they actually get interrupted to the point where they have to stop. Spencer's left hard and frustrated, knowing Jon's already slicked up and ready to be fucked, but there won't be time before the show now that they've been kicked out of the bathroom. He manages to crowd Jon in a dark corner and slip a hand down the back of his jeans, pushing down between Jon's cheeks until he can finger him lightly.
Jon's kissing him desperately and Spencer loves that they must look sweet and tame, making-out-in-the-corner style, but in reality he's finger fucking Jon and pushing him into the wall with one hip, holding Jon so he can't move. Jon's reduced to sucking lightly on his tongue by the end of it, making soft whimpering sounds.
Jon loves it, not even so much the thrill of getting caught as just the act: Spencer making him stay there, Jon unable to leave. He needs this too much, even if the whole arena sees them. He needs to come. He rocks against Spencer's hip, bucking his hips forward as rough as he dares, and Spencer twists his two fingers, nudging against Jon's prostate until he cries out into Spencer's mouth, soft and broken, and comes.
Jon will play the whole show in sticky jeans if he doesn't rush to change. He makes it onto stage at the last possible moment, and it's not until the second song, when he whirls around to watch Spencer bang the drums, that he realizes that Spencer's still hard. He's back there on his stool, sweaty already and flicking his bangs out of his eyes, and when he looks at Jon, pins him for a moment, Jon wants to climb into his lap again.
**
When they meet with the fashion designers for Circus, Jon throws, "Spencer should have lace up pants!" into the brainstorming session. Spencer rolls his eyes but doesn't reply, which is apparently taken as permission.
He finds out why Spencer didn't respond the first night of the tour, when Spencer uses the laces to tie Jon to the headboard, then goes to shower.
**
Ryan pointedly does not ask why Spencer and Jon room together every night. Brendon pointedly does. "You'll learn when you're older," Jon says, ruffling his hair. But while Ryan sleeps, Brendon listens against the wall and hears Spencer's desperate moans and Jon's encouraging grunts. It lasts, like, forever. He falls asleep long before they're done, already bored.
Spencer comes onto the bus the next morning and stretches out on his stomach in his bunk. While Brendon and Ryan work on a song up front that afternoon, Jon slips into Spencer's bunk and tugs his pants down to apologize to Spencer's ass, licking and teasing until Spencer can't hold in the whimpers, lets them escape past the giggles as Jon whispers soft, encouraging pleases and sorries.
**
Look, Spencer's had sex before. He had a *lot* of sex in the early days, when Brendon was still all repressed Mormon and Ryan was solidifying his indie cred by camwhoring with Jac Vanek. Panic attracted a lot of gay jailbait and Spencer fucked some of them. It's better, now, with Jon.
When it's Jon he's sliding into in the penthouse suite at the San Remo, when it's the third time and Jon's already open for him, slick, it's just somehow better. The first time it was hard and rough and the second time was so close on the heels of the first that it had hurt when Spencer came.
Then they took a break to smoke up on the balcony and talk smack about their friends, and now every feeling, every sight is like swimming through liquid: the slow, unceasing rolls of Spencer's hips, the loose clasp of Jon's hand around his own dick. He's only moving enough to tease himself, to keep himself hard for Spencer. He knows Spencer likes the sight of Jon, hard and waiting.
**
Jon holds his camera up one night, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Wanna take some photos?"
Spencer's neutral to negative on the thought. Two leaked post-coital photographs are enough for one lifetime, is his philosophy, and those were nothing in comparison with Ryan's jailbait ass and Pete's dick.
Jon settles the camera strap around his neck, persists, "Tom and I used to take pictures all the time, it'll be fine." He gazes at Spencer through the lens. "Seriously, when you're not an idiot it's pretty easy to keep stuff off the internet."
"Tom, eh?" Spencer picks up on the important bit, sitting up straighter on the bed. "Was Tom naked?"
"Sometimes," Jon steps closer, gloriously unconcerned about his own nudity. Spencer purses his lips and hears the SLR whir.
"You can take ten more pictures," he finally decides, "and I'm keeping this sheet over my dick."
Jon grins and asks him to roll over.
**
Jon's first time to Vegas is right before his tour with Panic, and he barely remembers it: a mirage city of lights and trees and roller coasters appearing in the middle of the desert, his mind full of riffs and his palms slightly sweaty. This is an opportunity, and he knows it.
But now he's re-learning Vegas, learning it as Spencer's home, driving around in Ryan's new car. They left Spencer's parents' place hours ago. They've eaten and cruised the strip and sung along to cheesy songs on the radio and now Jon's wearing ridiculously huge sunglasses and curled comfortably sideways in his seat, smoking a joint. Thank god for tinted windows.
"You're such a tease," Spencer bitches across from him.
Jon grins and blows smoke at him. "You'll get us back before we hotbox too badly. I'm just getting us ready."
Spencer's silent through a left turn then he clears his throat, "We're not going back to my place. We're going to a hotel so we can fuck for hours without my parents or my sisters finding us." He darts a quick glance at Jon and licks his lips. "We're going to stop at the hotel gift store and I'm going to wait at the counter while you buy a large pack of condoms and the biggest thing of lube you can find. I'm just going to stand there and watch you and think about fucking you. I bet you'll be hard, hard enough for it to show."
Jon's already hard and panting.