Prompt #8 - Pete/Spencer, Part 1flimsyAugust 17 2007, 19:01:09 UTC
It’s not like Spencer is easy, and it’s not like he even pretends he is, but maybe he likes innuendo and snark and being a bit flirty. It’s all in good fun, and has never led to anything more then getting a nice shoulder rub from one of the tech guys or free chocolate bars at that one gas station with the cute cashier. It’s not like he means it, really. It’s a game, and everybody does it, so why shouldn’t he?
So maybe it’s a bit shocking that he finds himself pinned against a wall in a backstage room after a show. He didn’t even say anything to Pete, but maybe he looked and yeah, maybe it was a come-hither look, but Spence didn’t quite mean it, not in the come-hither-and-fuck-me way but more in a come-hither-and-tickle-me-and-we-can-have-fun kind of way.
Pete’s pressed against him, thigh between Spencer’s legs, one hand holding Spencer’s wrists above his head and the other on Spencer’s hip. Spence remembers the rush of the tech guys and pushing and pulling in the dressing room, Pete tugging on his arm, out and away, and maybe he could have gotten away then, but now it’s too late. Plus, hi, Pete Wentz.
He swallows and stares into Pete’s eyes resolutely. Pete’s smiling a little, a tiny grin tugging on his lips; it makes him look amused and dirty, eyes shining.
“When you look at me like that,” Pete says, voice quiet and restrained. “It makes me want to do things to you.” His fingers brush under Spencer’s T-shirt, rubbing close to his belly button. Spence bites his lip and tentatively struggles against Pete’s grip, heart racing.
“Fuck,” Pete breathes then, reaches up and brushes his thumb over Spencer’s lips, pushing past them and Spence sucks it inside, rubbing the underside with his tongue. Pete pulls back a second later, dragging his thumb over Spencer’s lower lip before closing the space between them and pressing their lips together. His mouth is warm and wet, tongue pushing past Spencer’s lips, tickling the roof of his mouth, insistent and controlling. Spence hums and closes his eyes, giving in, opening up. Pete deepens the kiss, letting go of his wrists, and Spence shivers and moves one hand to grip Pete’s arm, burying his other in Pete’s hair.
Pete pulls back, nips at Spencer’s lips softly and thumbs his chin. “You know what I want you to do with that mouth?” he asks after a moment, pressing a soft kiss against Spencer’s lips, a cool contrast to his wandering right hand.
Spencer moans and shakes his head in response to Pete’s question, breath catching as Pete’s mouth slides down to his neck, as Pete whispers against his ear. “I want you to suck my cock, slowly. I know you’re good at it. I’ll fuck your mouth and you’ll take it. You were asking for it, weren’t you?”
Prompt #8 - Pete/Spencer, Part 2flimsyAugust 17 2007, 19:02:48 UTC
Spence considers shaking his head, pushing Pete off, because he knows he can, he knows if he protests, really resists, Pete will let him go, but Pete’s fingers on his skin make his heart race, and yes, maybe he really wants to feel the rough slide of Pete’s cock in his mouth, deeper, Pete’s fingers in his hair, gripping hard.
“I wasn’t-“ he starts anyway, reluctant, moaning as Pete bites his neck.
“No? Should I go then?” Pete mouths against his sensitized skin. “Find someone else?”
Spencer’s heart jumps and he grips Pete’s arm more tightly. “It was just. I was just. I wasn’t being serious,” he finally says, exhaling shakily.
“You have to consider the consequences when you play around,” Pete replies, dipping his hand in the back of Spencer’s jeans, squeezing. Spence suppresses a whining noise, biting his lip, and arches his neck a little.
“I’m sorry,” he presses out. “I’m sorry. Please, just. Let me.”
“Suck my cock?” Pete asks, licking Spencer’s chin.
“Please,” Spence asks again, swallowing tightly, nerves tingling at the thought of Pete’s hard dick sliding down his throat, pushing at his tongue. He squeezes his eyes shut, imagining the smell of his sex, the taste of his precome.
Pete’s hands slide to his shoulder, pushing him down, and Spence slides to his knees easily, his own dick twitching in anticipation. He fumbles Pete’s fly open, pulls his cock out and tastes the tip with his tongue before wrapping his lips around it and letting Pete push in. Pete’s fingers are in his hair, tugging, pulling him closer, and Spence looks up, opening his throat as wide as possible, swallowing around him. He pushes his tongue against the base, grips what he can’t quite take with his fingers and moves with Pete’s thrusts. Pete is muttering obscenities, moaning Spencer’s name and Spence closes his eyes, cupping his own cock through his jeans, concentrating on the slide of Pete’s cock in his mouth.
Pete stops then, suddenly, his grip on Spencer’s hair tightening, keeping him from moving. “I’ve got lube in my pocket. Can you do yourself-“ But Spencer is already fumbling for the tube, pulling it out and screwing the top off before pulling at his jeans. He slicks the fingers of his left hand up and pushes them past the waist band, dipping in the crack of his ass and sliding them wetly against his entrance.
Pete makes an appreciate sound and starts moving again; Spencer pushes his finger inside, thrusting carefully, matching his rhythm with Pete’s thrusts.. Pete growls and Spence flicks his tongue over the base and starts humming low in his throat, letting it vibrate through his mouth.
Pete curses and pulls back, his cock slipping wetly from Spencer’s mouth, smacking against his cheek before Spence sits back on his fingers, wiping his mouth with his other hand. Pete pulls him up, and turns him around. Spencer braces his hands one the wall, biting his lip as Pete slides his cock against the crack of his ass.
“And now?” Pete asks and pushes against him, rubbing his hand over the small of Spencer’s back.
Prompt #8 - Pete/Spencer, Part 3flimsyAugust 17 2007, 19:11:29 UTC
“Fuck me,” Spence pleads, voice hoarse, throat a little raw.
“Ngh,” Pete says and then Spence feels his cock nudge inside and he spreads his legs a little wider, pants pooling around his knees. Pete grips his hips, sinking in all the way and Spence pushes his forehead against the wall, whimpering. Pete’s chest presses against his back, his mouth finding Spencer’s neck again, kissing, sucking and licking, and Spence arches his back and pushes against Pete’s cock, solid and big inside him. Pete exhales slowly, controlled, and starts moving, short hard thrusts that make Spence growl in frustration.
“Please, please,” he grits out, reaching behind and grabbing Pete’s ass to pull him in harder. Pete swats his hand away and starts shoving into him a bit harder, building pace and intensity, until Spence has to push his hands against the wall hard to not lose his stance. It nearly hurts, the stretch of his cock, wide and thick, but Spencer’s nerves are on fire, sparks running down his spine and cock.
Pete keeps moving, fingers pressing hard into Spencer’s skin, the slap of his balls against Spencer’s ass audible between his grunts and outbursts of Spencer’s name mixed with curses. Spence moans moving his hips to meet Pete’s and then Pete’s hand slides over his throat, up, fingers pushing inside Spencer’s mouth while the other closes around his cock surprisingly softly, and Spencer groans Pete’s name around his fingers, coming over Pete’s hands and against the wall.
Pete whispers Spencer’s name in his ear, nearly inaudibly, and pulls out, coming wetly over Spencer’s back and ass before sagging against him. Spence inhales shakily and they sink down the wall together, Pete’s arm wrapping around his middle while Spence pulls his pants up.
“You okay?” Pete asks after a moment, and Spence nods, wriggling his toes in his shoes. More than okay, actually. Way more.
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And clearly I am psychic because I wrote toppy!Pete/kind-of-slutty!Spence fic a few days ago already \o/ Here, for those interested in more Pete/Spence :D
Re: Prompt #8 - Pete/Spencer, Part 3alwaysevenAugust 17 2007, 19:28:53 UTC
Thank you THANK YOU for taking my prompt and making it the HOTTEST THING EVER. God, with the looks and the begging and the kissing. Wow, that was amazing. AMAZING.
Re: Prompt #8 - Pete/Spencer, Part 3withoutmapsAugust 17 2007, 22:10:45 UTC
uh, i have no words. none at all. although, maybe HOT and OHMYGOD and this is so freaking good and i can't believe i just read it at work. this isn't even my prompt, but thank you, thank you, thank you!
Re: Prompt #8 - Pete/Spencer, Part 3disarm_dAugust 18 2007, 02:16:18 UTC
Oh god, I read this at work. And. SO HOT! That's just fabulous. I love how you describe Spencer's flirting, and it doesn't mean anything, honest. It's just the he many really likes it when Pete finally gives him what he's been asking for.
Re: Prompt #8 - Pete/Spencer, Part 3flimsyAugust 22 2007, 01:04:35 UTC
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I don't know where my recent obsession with this pairing is coming from (except from like "Spence Wentz" and Spence being a fanboy too!) but ngh. I hope more people will start writing it??
So maybe it’s a bit shocking that he finds himself pinned against a wall in a backstage room after a show. He didn’t even say anything to Pete, but maybe he looked and yeah, maybe it was a come-hither look, but Spence didn’t quite mean it, not in the come-hither-and-fuck-me way but more in a come-hither-and-tickle-me-and-we-can-have-fun kind of way.
Pete’s pressed against him, thigh between Spencer’s legs, one hand holding Spencer’s wrists above his head and the other on Spencer’s hip. Spence remembers the rush of the tech guys and pushing and pulling in the dressing room, Pete tugging on his arm, out and away, and maybe he could have gotten away then, but now it’s too late. Plus, hi, Pete Wentz.
He swallows and stares into Pete’s eyes resolutely. Pete’s smiling a little, a tiny grin tugging on his lips; it makes him look amused and dirty, eyes shining.
“When you look at me like that,” Pete says, voice quiet and restrained. “It makes me want to do things to you.” His fingers brush under Spencer’s T-shirt, rubbing close to his belly button. Spence bites his lip and tentatively struggles against Pete’s grip, heart racing.
“Fuck,” Pete breathes then, reaches up and brushes his thumb over Spencer’s lips, pushing past them and Spence sucks it inside, rubbing the underside with his tongue. Pete pulls back a second later, dragging his thumb over Spencer’s lower lip before closing the space between them and pressing their lips together. His mouth is warm and wet, tongue pushing past Spencer’s lips, tickling the roof of his mouth, insistent and controlling. Spence hums and closes his eyes, giving in, opening up. Pete deepens the kiss, letting go of his wrists, and Spence shivers and moves one hand to grip Pete’s arm, burying his other in Pete’s hair.
Pete pulls back, nips at Spencer’s lips softly and thumbs his chin. “You know what I want you to do with that mouth?” he asks after a moment, pressing a soft kiss against Spencer’s lips, a cool contrast to his wandering right hand.
Spencer moans and shakes his head in response to Pete’s question, breath catching as Pete’s mouth slides down to his neck, as Pete whispers against his ear. “I want you to suck my cock, slowly. I know you’re good at it. I’ll fuck your mouth and you’ll take it. You were asking for it, weren’t you?”
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“I wasn’t-“ he starts anyway, reluctant, moaning as Pete bites his neck.
“No? Should I go then?” Pete mouths against his sensitized skin. “Find someone else?”
Spencer’s heart jumps and he grips Pete’s arm more tightly. “It was just. I was just. I wasn’t being serious,” he finally says, exhaling shakily.
“You have to consider the consequences when you play around,” Pete replies, dipping his hand in the back of Spencer’s jeans, squeezing. Spence suppresses a whining noise, biting his lip, and arches his neck a little.
“I’m sorry,” he presses out. “I’m sorry. Please, just. Let me.”
“Suck my cock?” Pete asks, licking Spencer’s chin.
“Please,” Spence asks again, swallowing tightly, nerves tingling at the thought of Pete’s hard dick sliding down his throat, pushing at his tongue. He squeezes his eyes shut, imagining the smell of his sex, the taste of his precome.
Pete’s hands slide to his shoulder, pushing him down, and Spence slides to his knees easily, his own dick twitching in anticipation. He fumbles Pete’s fly open, pulls his cock out and tastes the tip with his tongue before wrapping his lips around it and letting Pete push in. Pete’s fingers are in his hair, tugging, pulling him closer, and Spence looks up, opening his throat as wide as possible, swallowing around him. He pushes his tongue against the base, grips what he can’t quite take with his fingers and moves with Pete’s thrusts. Pete is muttering obscenities, moaning Spencer’s name and Spence closes his eyes, cupping his own cock through his jeans, concentrating on the slide of Pete’s cock in his mouth.
Pete stops then, suddenly, his grip on Spencer’s hair tightening, keeping him from moving. “I’ve got lube in my pocket. Can you do yourself-“ But Spencer is already fumbling for the tube, pulling it out and screwing the top off before pulling at his jeans. He slicks the fingers of his left hand up and pushes them past the waist band, dipping in the crack of his ass and sliding them wetly against his entrance.
Pete makes an appreciate sound and starts moving again; Spencer pushes his finger inside, thrusting carefully, matching his rhythm with Pete’s thrusts.. Pete growls and Spence flicks his tongue over the base and starts humming low in his throat, letting it vibrate through his mouth.
Pete curses and pulls back, his cock slipping wetly from Spencer’s mouth, smacking against his cheek before Spence sits back on his fingers, wiping his mouth with his other hand. Pete pulls him up, and turns him around. Spencer braces his hands one the wall, biting his lip as Pete slides his cock against the crack of his ass.
“And now?” Pete asks and pushes against him, rubbing his hand over the small of Spencer’s back.
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“Ngh,” Pete says and then Spence feels his cock nudge inside and he spreads his legs a little wider, pants pooling around his knees. Pete grips his hips, sinking in all the way and Spence pushes his forehead against the wall, whimpering. Pete’s chest presses against his back, his mouth finding Spencer’s neck again, kissing, sucking and licking, and Spence arches his back and pushes against Pete’s cock, solid and big inside him. Pete exhales slowly, controlled, and starts moving, short hard thrusts that make Spence growl in frustration.
“Please, please,” he grits out, reaching behind and grabbing Pete’s ass to pull him in harder. Pete swats his hand away and starts shoving into him a bit harder, building pace and intensity, until Spence has to push his hands against the wall hard to not lose his stance. It nearly hurts, the stretch of his cock, wide and thick, but Spencer’s nerves are on fire, sparks running down his spine and cock.
Pete keeps moving, fingers pressing hard into Spencer’s skin, the slap of his balls against Spencer’s ass audible between his grunts and outbursts of Spencer’s name mixed with curses. Spence moans moving his hips to meet Pete’s and then Pete’s hand slides over his throat, up, fingers pushing inside Spencer’s mouth while the other closes around his cock surprisingly softly, and Spencer groans Pete’s name around his fingers, coming over Pete’s hands and against the wall.
Pete whispers Spencer’s name in his ear, nearly inaudibly, and pulls out, coming wetly over Spencer’s back and ass before sagging against him. Spence inhales shakily and they sink down the wall together, Pete’s arm wrapping around his middle while Spence pulls his pants up.
“You okay?” Pete asks after a moment, and Spence nods, wriggling his toes in his shoes. More than okay, actually. Way more.
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And clearly I am psychic because I wrote toppy!Pete/kind-of-slutty!Spence fic a few days ago already \o/ Here, for those interested in more Pete/Spence :D
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thank you!! i'm glad you enjoyed it!
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And again, with the scorchingly hot!
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I don't know where my recent obsession with this pairing is coming from (except from like "Spence Wentz" and Spence being a fanboy too!) but ngh. I hope more people will start writing it??
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