BS: Spencer (Implied S/R): Adult: Out Of My Hands
Title: Out Of My Hands
Author: gibson_fic
Fandom: Bandslash, Panic At The Disco
Characters/Pairing: Spencer (implied Spencer/Ryan)
Rating: Adult
Word Count: ~800
Warning: ( skip) Kink: Hand Fetishization
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story about characters based, in part, on the images and histories of real people. If that bothers you and/or you are one of those people, you probably don't want to read this. No harm is intended; no profit is being made.
Summary: "Ryan had the perfect fingers for it.”
Author's Notes: This is part of a challenge/writing exercise/exercise in insanity that reni_days and myself are participating in. All the stories in this set will be posted at fic_shenanigans.
Ryan had the perfect fingers for it--so long and narrow. And he was always flashing them around, making it clear that he had them, being all indiscriminate and shit. Spencer didn’t normally notice peoples’ fingers, which made it all the more obvious that Ryan was being deliberate-what with his guitar playing and the way he was all the time folding them together and hugging his knee to his chest. He’d been doing that move his whole damn life, Spencer should know, and only recently had it caught Spencer off guard and caused a damned inconvenient erection. So it must be Ryan’s fault.
He first noticed, like noticed and remembered noticing, during Ryan’s unfortunate hobbit phase. It wasn’t so much the scarves that were the problem. In fact, the scarves were sort of useful. They gave him something to mock and make fun of Ryan for, and they also helped keep his own hair out of his eyes. If Ryan was in touch enough with his masculine side that wearing scarves was no problem, well Spencer definitely was-he’d had fucking unicorn shirts unironically!
So, yeah, the scarves were sort of good and useful, and Spencer might never have realized how incredibly awesome headbands were without them, but the gloves were not awesome. On any normal person, just the barest tips of their fingers would have shown. (He knows; they all tried them on and next to Ryan he had the longest fingers, not that it was really a competition-fuck.) But on Ryan they were all accentuating and shit. Like Ryan had whole fucking fingers sticking out from under those gloves where anyone else would have like finger-fucking-tips and that wasn’t fair.
It was maybe, maybe-Spence was still reserving judgement because he was more than willing to blame it on Ryan if he could-not his fault that his fingers were all of a sudden very long and, like, slender and shit when Spencer was first starting to think that boy parts could be as much fun as girl parts. Like that was a coincidence, alright? But it made for a damned inconvenient set of problems because all of sudden Spencer was doing, er, research. Alone. In his bunk.
Research about what having sex with two sets of boy parts entailed, and there was a lot of time devoted to how important getting ready was, how important stretching and going slow and using fingers was. And Spencer had looked at his perfectly ordinary, serviceable, average fingers (fingers which were excellent for gripping drumsticks and hauling Brendon away from dangerous shit and fangirls) and thought, “Um, I think no. Definitely too thick.” And it was totally not his fault that he’d started thinking about thinner fingers, about long, slender fingers that might be able to find the much desired (and apparently elusive-for-first-timers) prostate.
It wasn’t his fault. If Ryan hadn’t had those fucking long, alien fucking fingers and been like fucking showing them off, he never would have known, okay? Like he doesn’t ever remember jerking off to the thought of Ryan’s fingers in his ass before that time okay? He’d never gotten an inconvenient boner on stage before because Ryan had turned to him and smiled brilliantly and angled his fucking hips and his stupid guitar all in an attempt to show off those fingers.
But now he can’t think about anything but Ryan’s fingers, about Ryan’s fingers in him, about the way Ryan would be all tentative and gentle--the way he is when he’s first stroking a new guitar, and now Spencer can see just the expression that would be on his face, all curious and longing and intrigued--and Spencer can’t help it, okay? He comes, and he’s not proud about it, right, because jerking off over your best fucking friend when they don’t even know about it isn’t really right (though it would actually be worse if Ryan did know), but he can’t help it. He can’t control anything right now and it’s driving him fucking crazy. Something is going to have to change.
ETA: The mod-hammer came down on this one and the kink has been changed as a result. As there is no actually fingering or even extended fantasizing thereof, this is now classified as hand fetishization. I actually knew that when I went to post it but got all turned around. It's fixed now. :)
Author: gibson_fic
Fandom: Bandslash, Panic At The Disco
Characters/Pairing: Spencer (implied Spencer/Ryan)
Rating: Adult
Word Count: ~800
Warning: ( skip) Kink: Hand Fetishization
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story about characters based, in part, on the images and histories of real people. If that bothers you and/or you are one of those people, you probably don't want to read this. No harm is intended; no profit is being made.
Summary: "Ryan had the perfect fingers for it.”
Author's Notes: This is part of a challenge/writing exercise/exercise in insanity that reni_days and myself are participating in. All the stories in this set will be posted at fic_shenanigans.
Ryan had the perfect fingers for it--so long and narrow. And he was always flashing them around, making it clear that he had them, being all indiscriminate and shit. Spencer didn’t normally notice peoples’ fingers, which made it all the more obvious that Ryan was being deliberate-what with his guitar playing and the way he was all the time folding them together and hugging his knee to his chest. He’d been doing that move his whole damn life, Spencer should know, and only recently had it caught Spencer off guard and caused a damned inconvenient erection. So it must be Ryan’s fault.
He first noticed, like noticed and remembered noticing, during Ryan’s unfortunate hobbit phase. It wasn’t so much the scarves that were the problem. In fact, the scarves were sort of useful. They gave him something to mock and make fun of Ryan for, and they also helped keep his own hair out of his eyes. If Ryan was in touch enough with his masculine side that wearing scarves was no problem, well Spencer definitely was-he’d had fucking unicorn shirts unironically!
So, yeah, the scarves were sort of good and useful, and Spencer might never have realized how incredibly awesome headbands were without them, but the gloves were not awesome. On any normal person, just the barest tips of their fingers would have shown. (He knows; they all tried them on and next to Ryan he had the longest fingers, not that it was really a competition-fuck.) But on Ryan they were all accentuating and shit. Like Ryan had whole fucking fingers sticking out from under those gloves where anyone else would have like finger-fucking-tips and that wasn’t fair.
It was maybe, maybe-Spence was still reserving judgement because he was more than willing to blame it on Ryan if he could-not his fault that his fingers were all of a sudden very long and, like, slender and shit when Spencer was first starting to think that boy parts could be as much fun as girl parts. Like that was a coincidence, alright? But it made for a damned inconvenient set of problems because all of sudden Spencer was doing, er, research. Alone. In his bunk.
Research about what having sex with two sets of boy parts entailed, and there was a lot of time devoted to how important getting ready was, how important stretching and going slow and using fingers was. And Spencer had looked at his perfectly ordinary, serviceable, average fingers (fingers which were excellent for gripping drumsticks and hauling Brendon away from dangerous shit and fangirls) and thought, “Um, I think no. Definitely too thick.” And it was totally not his fault that he’d started thinking about thinner fingers, about long, slender fingers that might be able to find the much desired (and apparently elusive-for-first-timers) prostate.
It wasn’t his fault. If Ryan hadn’t had those fucking long, alien fucking fingers and been like fucking showing them off, he never would have known, okay? Like he doesn’t ever remember jerking off to the thought of Ryan’s fingers in his ass before that time okay? He’d never gotten an inconvenient boner on stage before because Ryan had turned to him and smiled brilliantly and angled his fucking hips and his stupid guitar all in an attempt to show off those fingers.
But now he can’t think about anything but Ryan’s fingers, about Ryan’s fingers in him, about the way Ryan would be all tentative and gentle--the way he is when he’s first stroking a new guitar, and now Spencer can see just the expression that would be on his face, all curious and longing and intrigued--and Spencer can’t help it, okay? He comes, and he’s not proud about it, right, because jerking off over your best fucking friend when they don’t even know about it isn’t really right (though it would actually be worse if Ryan did know), but he can’t help it. He can’t control anything right now and it’s driving him fucking crazy. Something is going to have to change.
ETA: The mod-hammer came down on this one and the kink has been changed as a result. As there is no actually fingering or even extended fantasizing thereof, this is now classified as hand fetishization. I actually knew that when I went to post it but got all turned around. It's fixed now. :)