Picture Me With You (1/3)
Title: Picture Me With You
Author: silver_etoile and ivesia19
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spencer/Jon with background Pete/everyone (Spencer, Jon, Ryan, Patrick)
POV: 3rd person
Summary: Playboy Bunny AU prequel! Or the one where Spencer is a manipulative cock tease.
Disclaimer: AU - The boys belong to themselves (and possibly each other)
Author Notes: This story is the Jon/Spencer side of our Playboy Bunny AU and happens right after the explanations of the Boyfriends
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“I’m bored.”
Ryan glanced up as Spencer burst into his room unannounced. He didn’t even bother complaining. Jon was the only one in the mansion who actually bothered to knock. He watched Spencer sit down at the foot of his bed and sigh.
“So?” he asked finally, lifting his notebook back up and trying to remember the thought he’d had before Spencer had thrown open his door.
Spencer gave him a look. “So there are no new Bunnies, and Pete and Jon have been holed up in the studio all morning going over the layout.”
“Where’s Patrick?” Ryan asked although he knew full well that Patrick wouldn’t hang out with any of them voluntarily, not to just hang out.
“Who knows.” Spencer shrugged. “Probably mixing poison for Jon.”
Ryan ignored the comment and scratched out a bunny on his notepad when he couldn’t remember his thought from before.
“And what do you want me to do about it?” Ryan glanced up, knowing Spencer just wanted something to do.
“Let’s go crash the layout meeting,” Spencer suggested, “tear Pete away. I could do with some stimulation right about now.” He stretched, working out the kinks in his unused muscles.
Ryan only rolled his eyes, his eyes falling back to his notebook.
“Pete wouldn’t like that.”
“Of course he would,” Spencer scoffed. “He drops anything for sex.”
“I meant interrupting the meeting.”
“Well, they’ve been in there for hours. How hard is it to pick a photo?”
Ryan didn’t reply, knowing Spencer was just really bored.
Spencer sighed, glancing at the door. Gizmo crept around the frame, his fluffy tail rubbing over the trim as he trotted inside, jumping on the bed and pushing at Spencer’s hand with his head.
Spencer petted him absentmindedly. “Hey, when is that party thing, you know, the release party or something?”
“You mean Pete’s birthday party?” Ryan asked blithely. “It’s next week, on his birthday.”
Spencer paused, biting his lip as he thought. “What are you getting him?”
Ryan shrugged. “Hadn’t thought about it yet.”
“You know Patrick’s going to have the perfect gift,” Spencer muttered. He always did.
“Probably,” Ryan agreed. He was shading in the bunny now, tracing the ears.
Gizmo was purring loudly, now firmly ensconced in Spencer’s lap. Spencer continued to stroke his head idly.
“Becoming a cat person?” Ryan asked, glancing up when Gizmo meowed when Spencer paused in his petting.
Frowning, Spencer looked down at the cat, whose head just swiveled up to him, round yellow eyes staring up at him. “No,” he replied. “Jon just lets him have free roam and he keeps following me around. I’m like catnip to him or something.”
“I could get Hobo to scare him off,” Ryan offered, watching Gizmo.
“That’s okay,” Spencer replied, giving Gizmo a shove and he landed on the floor, an affronted tail in the air as he stalked from the room, obviously getting the hint. “So, crash the meeting or no?”
Ryan rolled his eyes, propping his notebook back up. “No. Why don’t you go find Patrick and bond over your mutual dislike of other Boyfriends?”
“I’m just bored,” Spencer insisted. “I wish there were new Bunnies. At least then we could watch Patrick puff up like a bullfrog whenever one smiled at Pete.”
“Always looking out for others’ feelings,” Ryan commented to his notebook. “How thoughtful of you.”
“I do what I can,” Spencer replied, pushing himself off the bed. “And I guess all I can do now is hope Pete’s in the mood when he gets back, ‘cause I need something.”
Ryan waved him out of the room with a slightly cringing response.
*
When Jon got back to his room after a rather long layout meeting, and only a little bit of groping on Pete’s part, he headed straight to his room. He was looking forward to just curling up in a ball with his cat and possibly reading the latest issue of Cosmo. Lord knew he didn’t read Playgirl anymore. Not with all the time he spent each month staring at the layout.
He looked around the room and crouched down a little, just enough so that he could poke his head underneath the bed. “Gizmo,” he called softly, tisking to get him to come out. “Come here, sweetheart.”
Jon tisked again and slapped against his knee, but the ball of fluff didn’t shoot out from anywhere in the room. Huh, that was odd. Usually Gizmo came running at the sound of Jon’s voice.
He straightened up, frowning a little bit. All he wanted was to snuggle up with something that wouldn’t immediately take that as permission to grab his cock.
Heading towards the hallway, Jon thought that maybe his cat had for some reason decided to roam about the mansion, though it was something that Gizmo didn’t usually do. The dogs were probably a big part of that.
Jon rapped on Ryan’s door. “Hey,” he said when Ryan answered. He had the semi-glossed over look, the look he got whenever he was writing. Or stoned. “Have you seen my cat? I can’t find him anywhere.”
Ryan shrugged. “Saw him earlier, but he ran out of the room. You should probably check Spencer’s room. He has a tendency to follow him around like a shadow.”
“He does seem to like him, doesn’t he,” Jon commented, not really understanding why his cat took such a strong liking so Spencer so quickly. Spencer was fine by him, but Jon wouldn’t exactly refer to Spencer as the friendliest person.
“Spencer Smith charm,” Ryan deadpanned. He sighed, eyes shifting back to the dark confines of his room, obviously wanting to get back to whatever it was he was doing. “So, I guess, um, you should go check with him then.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Jon said, throwing Ryan a small smile. Ryan was a little strange at times. A little spacey, sometimes a little bitchy and defensive, but Jon was all about the group love. Plus, Ryan had always been nicer to Jon than others, like, for instance, Patrick.
Jon was still convinced that Patrick was going to murder him in his sleep.
He padded softly down the hallway towards Spencer’s room and knocked lightly on the door.
“Finally!” he heard through the wood paneling. “God, Pete, I’ve been wanting you to fuck me for like an hour. You think that a guy would come running after getting some of the text messages that I sent you.”
Spencer’s words were getting louder and louder as he obviously made his way to the door and Jon could feel his face getting red, little jolts going off through his body at Spencer’s words.
The doorknob twisted and Jon fought the urge to run down the hall. That would do no good since Spencer would no doubt see him retreating, making the situation even more awkward.
The door opened and Jon gave a tentative smile. “Sorry, not Pete,” he said and Spencer’s face hardened immediately. “Um, have you seen Gizmo?”
As if Jon’s cat had been called by his obvious mortification, Gizmo brushed up against Spencer’s leg, purring audibly before transferring over to Jon, rubbing up against him.
The expression on Spencer’s face was hard to read, and when Jon looked up, Spencer’s eyes were fixed upon his, sending another strange jolt through his body.
“Thanks,” Jon said, reaching down to scoop up the cat.
“Don’t thank me,” Spencer said. “I didn’t do anything.” He stood there a second, a beat of silence between them, and then sighed. “Well, I guess I’ll see you later at dinner.”
“Sure,” Jon responded. “Family dinner.”
“Right,” Spencer agreed, though his voice held less enthusiasm.
The door closed before Jon could say goodbye.
*
After Spencer shut the door on Jon’s face, he paused, his hand still on the doorknob. Jon had seemed surprised by his words, which weren’t all that surprising considering he said them to Pete all the time.
Spencer had been annoyingly frustrated all week, sexually frustrated, that was. Pete was always spending time with Jon or Patrick or Ryan, and never enough “quality” time with Spencer. Spencer’s hand just wouldn’t cut it all the time.
Sinking onto his bed and making a face at the cat hair on his bedspread, he tried to brush it off, wishing Pete would hurry the fuck up. Obviously they were done with the layout if Jon was back, so where could he be?
Lying down on his back, Spencer stared at the tall ceiling. It wasn’t decorated with mirrors like Pete’s room, but just plain white with hues of pink from items in the room that reflected the sun streaming through the window.
He was sick of waiting for Pete. He’d been waiting all morning and the better part of the afternoon. Shifting, he let his hand slide down, tracing circles on his stomach as he stared at the ceiling, wondering what he could get Pete for his birthday that Patrick wouldn’t be able to top for once.
Pete’s birthday was a little over a week away and Spencer still didn’t have a gift. He’d been thinking for the past month of what to get Pete that would somehow up whatever Patrick was going to get him. He knew nothing ever could, though. Patrick always managed to get Pete the perfect gift and none of the other Boyfriends stood a chance.
His mind filtered through past birthday gifts: Ryan bursting out of a full-size birthday cake in a Bunny costume complete with ears, a year’s supply of Pete’s favorite vodka, a trip to the Cayman Islands… Spencer had to find something that hadn’t already been done.
Sighing, he shifted, wishing Pete would hurry up or he’d have to do it himself. Closing his eyes, he let his hand drift down, unzipping the zipper and slipping inside. The pressure was gentle and not enough for what Spencer wanted, but it would have to do for now.
A new bird for his menagerie, Spencer thought as his hand pressed down again and he bit his lip slightly. Or maybe exotic roses for the garden. Bob was good at finding those.
The knock on the door was too light to be heard and hardly mattered when the knob turned and the door was pushed open.
“Starting without me?” Pete’s voice, overtly innocent with a hint of a smirk, floated in through the crack in the door and Spencer opened his eyes, not bothering to remove his hand from where it was stuffed down his jeans.
“If you’d been here five minutes ago, I wouldn’t have had to,” Spencer drawled back, sliding his hand down again, watching the way Pete’s eyes darkened. He bit his lip invitingly as Pete shut the door and made his way over to the bed.
“I had business to take care of,” Pete explained, brushing Spencer’s hair from his eyes as he crawled on over him. “Layouts and stuff.”
“Took a long time,” Spencer grumbled, but allowed Pete to slide his hand from his jeans and replace it with his own.
“Yeah, well, boys aren’t what they used to be. Some can’t take a decent photo to save their lives.”
“Airbrushing does wonders,” Spencer mumbled, gasping lightly when Pete’s hand tightened a little.
“Mmm,” Pete agreed, nuzzling Spencer’s neck and pressing a kiss to his jaw. “They’re not natural, though, not like you were.”
Spencer allowed his lips to tilt into a smile for a second before he was gritting his teeth and exhaling harshly.
“Shit, Pete,” he warned. He wasn’t ready to come yet, but he would if Pete didn’t stop that right now.
Pete’s grin was dark and devious as he lessened his grip and slowed the pace a little. “Your texts weren’t exactly fair.”
“Got you here, didn’t it?” Spencer asked. “Besides - fuck - you haven’t been around all week. What’s a boy to do?”
“M’sorry,” Pete mumbled against his jaw, stroking slowly. “Let me make it up to you? No more photo shoots for a few weeks until we do July Issue.” He paused, sighing almost sadly against Spencer’s neck. “It’s kind of sad.”
Spencer didn’t reply, but his eyebrows furrowed as he thought. “Fuck,” he cursed, though, when Pete flicked his wrist with a mischievous glimmer in his eye. Spencer glared but Pete just met it with a grin. “You better make it up.”
Pete nodded seriously, leaning up to kiss Spencer.
Spencer returned it, but his mind was somewhere else as Pete slid down, his mouth replacing his hand. He made a mental note to talk to Jon after dinner, and slid back, closing his eyes and enjoying the release he was finally getting.
*
Spencer stopped Jon as he walked out of the dining room, making sure that Pete was occupied as he did so. There was no need to make Pete paranoid (he was usually strangely possessive of his Boyfriends, though he had four of them).
“Hey,” Spencer said, lightly gripping Jon’s shirt, holding him back. Jon looked at him questioningly as Spencer pulled him down the hallway, though there was little resistance on Jon’s part.
Pulling Jon after him into one of the darkened rooms (there was a surprising amount of unused rooms in the mansion), Spencer closed the door behind him, flicking on the lights.
To his credit, Jon didn’t seem too frazzled that Spencer had just shoved him into an empty room. “What’s up, Spence?” Jon simply asked in that friendly tone of his. That tone that made Spencer think that maybe, if they weren’t both dating Pete Wentz, they could get along. And not just in that fake Boyfriend brotherhood way.
Spencer found himself subconsciously putting himself into ‘The Pose’ as Ryan dubbed it. The one where his one hip cocked out and he tilted his head to the side. The one that signified that he meant business. It was startlingly familiar to the one that meant that he wanted to fuck.
“I wanted to know if you would do me a favor,” Spencer started, ready to give his entire speech where he would convince Jon point by point to see his point of view.
However, it seemed as though the speech wouldn’t be necessary. “Sure,” Jon said, cutting off Spencer’s mental bullet point list. He was going to start with praising Jon’s skill as a photographer. It was a well thought out plan.
“Don’t you even want to know what the favor is?” Spencer asked incredulously. It was strange to him to think that someone would agree to something without knowing what they were getting themselves into. Spencer always knew what he was signing up for. He read the fine print.
Jon shrugged. “Okay, what’s the favor?” He smiled at Spencer, and maybe for a moment, just a moment, Spencer was struck by how it was so, so obvious as to why Pete had wanted Jon to be with him. To be with them.
Spencer pulled himself from his thoughts. “Pete’s birthday is coming up.”
“Yeah, it sure is,” Jon agreed, nodding his head. “Do you need help picking out a present or something?”
“No, I have something in mind.”
“Okay,” Jon said. “That’s great.” He sighed. “I don’t really know what to get him, to be honest.”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” Spencer responded, unconcerned with Jon’s problem. It was his turn to talk. He was the one that pulled Jon aside. “So anyways,” he continued, “I was thinking about doing a photo shoot for Pete. But obviously I’d need a photographer.”
Jon furrowed his brow. “Me?” he asked, sounding more than a little surprised, his eyes wide.
Spencer cocked an eyebrow. “You’re one of the best photographers that we have.” He smiled, trying to be convincing. “Plus, you live in the mansion, so it’s kinda like you’re on call.”
“What kind of photos are we talking?” Jon asked.
“I’m a Playgirl Bunny, Jon, what kind of photos do you think I’m talking about?” Spencer sighed. “Look, if this is going to be too awkward for you then I can get someone else to do it. I just thought that this would be the easiest way.”
“I’ll do it,” Jon said quickly, not meeting Spencer’s eyes anymore. “I can do it.”
Spencer grinned. “Great. Considering Pete’s birthday is less than a week away we should probably get started soon, yeah? How about tomorrow you and I work through some preliminary shots?”
“Um,” Jon stuttered.
“Perfect,” Spencer said. “We’ll meet up tomorrow after breakfast then.”
Without any sort of formal goodbye, Spencer swept from the room, grinning to himself. His present was going to be awesome.
*
Jon wasn’t sure what made him linger in his room longer than strictly necessary the next morning, petting Gizmo as he told himself that there was nothing to be worried about or nervous about. He did photo shoots with naked guys all the time. Spencer would be no different, especially with how he had hardly even batted an eye at Jon’s initial hesitance.
Jon wasn’t sure why he was hesitant anyway. Spencer was his friend, in the we’re-both-Pete-Wentz’s-Boyfriend type of way, but Jon had always thought that Spencer was cool. He’d helped him out when he’d first moved into the mansion, taught him how to deflect Patrick’s glares and Ryan’s mutinous stare when he’d gotten the Centerfold.
It didn’t matter, he told himself, forcing himself to stop petting Gizmo, who batted at his hand instead. Jon ignored him, though, opening his bedroom door and heading for the dining room.
Pete was already there, a cup of coffee steaming before him while Patrick looked dozy next to him, blinking tiredly at his plate.
“Morning,” Jon greeted them both happily, dropping into his usual chair at Pete’s left. Pete only smiled at him and pecked his cheek.
“Good morning, Jon,” he replied. “Coffee?”
“Sure,” Jon agreed, smiling at the girl (a new maid) who came out to fill his cup. It had taken Jon a while to get used to having maids and butlers around to serve his every whim. He preferred just to get things himself.
He listened as Pete talked about the magazine and the layout work they’d done yesterday. The last batch of boys had not quite been up to scratch, which meant it had taken a lot longer than usual to get everything ready.
Patrick was nodding along slowly, looking like he’d rather just go back to bed. Jon didn’t look up from his coffee until he heard Spencer stumbling into the dining room. Glancing over, Jon wasn’t surprised to find Spencer still in his pajama pants, his thin tee shirt too small and resting an inch or two above the waist of his pants, exposing stark hip bones. His dark hair was messy and he yawned, stretching as he plunked into his seat next to Jon, pulling the coffee to him immediately.
“Morning,” Pete chirped and Spencer gave a mumbled response, adding sugar to the coffee.
Jon realized he was staring at Spencer and turned quickly away, nodding along as Pete continued to talk over the layout.
Breakfast seemed to take forever, but by the time it was over, Jon had decided that he was being stupid. It was just a photo shoot as a favor to Spencer. There was nothing else in it, and it was likely that Spencer would just end up being extremely bossy to Jon. Jon had seen the way he was with other people. He knew what he was like.
Spencer scrubbed at his hair as he pushed away his plate, sneaking a glance at Jon, who met his eyes and caught the message Spencer was obviously sending him.
“I’m gonna go get dressed,” Spencer announced, pushing his chair back and rising. Jon’s eyes were suddenly full of too-short tee shirts and much too much pale skin. Tearing his eyes away, he grabbed his fork and impaled a piece of egg.
When Spencer had left, Jon made his excuse to Pete, leaving with a light kiss and heading out onto the grounds. The studio was across from the pool, down the sloping lawn and around a corner. As Jon walked, he felt the springy grass under his flip flops and brushed the dew off the blades.
Bob, the gardener, was already puttering around the edges of the grounds, trimming hedges and humming to himself. Jon smiled at him as he passed and waved slightly. Bob waved back and went on humming and trimming.
The studio was empty, just unused sets and camera equipment shoved into closets. Throwing open the doors to let the cool breeze drift in, Jon sighed contently. He liked to come out here sometimes and just be alone in the large studio.
He was startled out of his peaceful musing when there was a loud sound on the door and Spencer arrived, looking around at the empty set.
“Hey,” he greeted Jon, stepping up to his side and quirking a smile.
He was dressed now in a pair of jeans and a shirt that reached the waist band. Jon knew it hardly mattered, though. Spencer was going to be devoid of clothing in about ten minutes.
“Uh, hey,” Jon replied, glancing at Spencer and smiling. “So did you have anything specific in mind?”
Spencer paused, looking around at all the sets they’d used in the past. Random props were scattered throughout - beach balls, holiday-themed items, etc.
“I figured we’d just go for natural,” Spencer commented finally. “It is June, and Pete’s been complaining about the boys lately. No props, just me.” Smirking, Spencer glanced at Jon for a confirming nod and Jon was quick to comply.
“Yeah, that sounds-”
“I think we should try some outside first,” Spencer interrupted, “and then a few inside, on that bed, the one that Pete likes so much.” He smirked as he remembered the time he and Pete had used the bed for something other than photo shoots.
“Sure,” Jon agreed after a minute. “I’ll get my camera and we can just do some test shots.”
“Awesome,” Spencer said, although he wasn’t even really listening as he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it onto one of the director chairs that Pete liked to sit in during shoots.
Shaking himself, Jon turned away and headed for the equipment room where he kept all his things on a separate shelf. He chose his best camera and made sure everything was ready before heading out to the back where they usually did outdoor shoots.
He was fiddling with a setting on his camera as he walked outside into the bright sun and only looked up when he ran across a shadow on the grass. Looking up, he blinked as he found Spencer standing before him, shirtless with his jeans pushed as low as they would go on his hips without revealing everything.
“Ready?” Spencer asked authoritatively and Jon nodded after a minute.
“Yeah. You want to try over by the palm?” Jon nodded at the mini palm to Spencer’s left. Spencer shrugged, heading over and pausing, turning back to Jon, who had his camera raised already, taking a quick shot to test the lighting. “What?” he asked when Spencer’s bright blue eyes didn’t move from him.
Spencer shrugged, sinking down onto the grass and leaning back against the tree. “Let’s go for completely natural.”
“Um, okay,” Jon agreed, dropping down and glancing up at the sun overhead. When he looked back, Spencer was reclined, a leg out and a knee up. He had that same seductive smile on his face that Jon recognized as the one he used to get whatever he wanted from Pete. There was something different in this one, though, and Jon wondered if it was the one Spencer had when he wanted sex.
Keeping eye contact, Spencer’s hand slid down to press against the crotch of his jeans slowly, waiting as Jon raised the camera and took a shot.
Jon stayed firmly behind the camera, watching as Spencer undid the top button of his jeans and angled his body towards the camera. He was practically jerking off but Jon refused to let it affect him. Instead, he shot frame after frame of Spencer, his eyes lidded, his lip pulled into his mouth, a tongue darting out to wet his lips. Jon concentrated on the click of the camera and not the way Spencer let out a harsh breath and his hand stroked long and hard in his jeans.
“Um,” Jon said after a while when Spencer’s eyes met his through the camera and Jon wondered when it had gotten so warm outside. “Maybe we should do some shots inside, see which you like better. Which one Pete’ll like better.”
Spencer paused and then shrugged, pulling his hand from his jeans and struggling up. Turning, Jon headed back for the studio, refusing to glance back at Spencer and see the way he walked gingerly to the bed and shucked his jeans.
Spencer had a beautiful body, there was no denying it. His skin was smooth and pale, no blemishes except a small birthmark above his pelvis. It was shaped like a disjointed star and Jon tore his eyes away when Spencer cleared his throat.
Spencer was staring at him, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. His mouth was parted slightly as though he was going to say something, but he didn’t. Instead, he crawled onto the bed, kneeling in front of the headboard. “How do you want me?”
Jon blinked at the question and it was a second before he realized that Spencer was talking about body position. Pushing away the embarrassed flush on the back of his neck, Jon smiled casually instead. He shouldn’t be this nervous around Spencer. He’d known him for almost a year and a half already. It merely surprised him that Spencer wasn’t being his usual bossy self. But then again, Jon had never really seen Spencer at a photo shoot before. Spencer usually chose to do them with other, better known photographers, people who shot real models outside of Playgirl. Pete always accompanied him to those, not Jon.
“Here,” Jon said, stepping forward and guiding Spencer down, his legs spread as he sunk down, letting Jon nudge his shoulder back. Jon paused, taking in Spencer, the way his hips jutted out to the side almost haughtily, his hard cock waiting for something other than his hand, the arch to his eyebrow. “Relax your posture,” he told him, reaching for Spencer’s hair and brushing it over his eyes slightly. It made him look younger but Jon was sure Pete liked it that way. “Okay.”
Stepping back, Jon let Spencer fall into his natural pattern of poses, turning and giving the camera looks of seduction, innocence, even vulnerability. Jon was sure he’d never seen that face on Spencer before.
The room was full of the click of Jon’s camera as he moved with Spencer. Pausing, he lowered the lens and took a step forward.
Spencer looked at him expectantly, hands on his hips now.
“Did you want to…” Jon gestured at Spencer’s erection that hadn’t gone down yet.
“I’ll just get Pete to,” Spencer replied casually as though it was a normal question someone would ask. Then again, Jon supposed, it was the Playgirl mansion. “Let’s keep it for the rest of the shoot.”
“Well, I think we’re pretty much good,” Jon said. “I mean, we can look these over later and decide what you actually want to do for the present.”
Spencer paused. “Let’s just take a few more shots.”
“Okay.” Jon shrugged. He couldn’t help himself as he automatically went to reposition Spencer’s body. He knew models didn’t like being positioned, but he knew if he could get Spencer to turn to his right and glance back at the camera, his chin tilted down and that look in his eyes, the one he’d seen him give while staring out the window at the breakfast table, almost longing in a sad sort of way, it would be perfect. He got Spencer turned and had his hand on his chin, guiding it down and tilting his face to the side.
Spencer’s eyes flicked up to Jon’s and Jon paused. His fingers stilled against Spencer’s jaw and he knew he had to say something, to explain about the shot.
He never got the chance, though, as Spencer rose up on his knees, his mouth dangerously close to Jon’s. “One last shot?” he asked, though his voice was lower than normal and his eyes were piercing.
Jon wasn’t sure what made him open his mouth but not reply to Spencer’s simple question. Maybe it was the fact that he’d just watched Spencer jerk off to the camera, or that he was hard and waiting on the bed, inches from him. Maybe it was because of what Spencer had said the day before when he thought he’d been Pete.
Either way, Jon had no clue what made him lean forward and, instead of answering yes, explaining about his vision, he found his lips pressed to Spencer’s.
Spencer didn’t move for a second until he pulled back, an eyebrow arching at Jon, who felt his senses coming back as though they had all abandoned him for a moment there.
“I-sorry,” he said quickly, taking a step back as Spencer watched him, a strange expression on his face, almost between disbelieving and curious. “Um, I think we have enough shots. How about I download them and we can look at them later?”
“Yeah, sure,” Spencer agreed after a minute, shifting back down as he watched Jon fumble to turn off the camera.
“Great.” Jon smiled, but it wasn’t as natural as usual. “I’ll see you later.”
Spencer just watched as Jon hurried back towards the studio offices.
*
Spencer lay back on the bed, his muscles suddenly feeling weak as Jon left him alone. He watched as the door slammed shut after Jon bolted through it. After Jon practically ran away from Spencer.
Ran away from Spencer after kissing him.
He let one of his hands come up and extended a finger, running it along his lower lip. Even now, Spencer could almost feel the bristled rub of Jon’s beard against him. He could almost still feel Jon’s lips on his own, fast and sharp and something that Spencer would identify as scarily close to perfect. If he thought in such romantic terms. Which he didn’t.
Still, as Spencer began to gather up his clothes and put them on, he couldn’t help but think of the look in Jon’s eyes, the stuttered out sorry after their mouths parted.
A kiss in itself wasn’t really a big deal. Spencer knew that. He knew that lips upon lips was just a motion. It didn’t really mean anything, but the way that Jon had pulled away afterwards, the way that his expression held a certain look - that meant something. It meant something that made Spencer wonder if maybe Jon’s lips on his wasn’t just an action of the moment. Or if it was, it wasn’t just that.
To Jon at least.
Spencer finished putting on his clothes, looking back towards the door that Jon disappeared to into the offices set up there. Jon was probably expecting Spencer to simply leave, brush off what had happened and forget about it.
He could, Spencer could forget. He knew he could, but the thought hit him: he didn’t have to.
There was still that feeling inside of him swirling, the one that started when Jon touched him, and oh yeah, Spencer was still hard as a rock.
He knew that he could go find Pete. Could pull him away from Patrick, and that would be killing two birds with one stone: he could get off and Patrick would get pissed. He could do that. Normally, he would do that, but as Spencer looked at the closed door, the other option seemed so much better.
Jon. He could knock on the door. He could burst through it, cause Jon’s eyes to widen, cause his pulse to race. Spencer could kiss him, pull him close to himself and let his body take over.
It would be hot. It would be forbidden and wrong and so, so fucking hot.
Now Spencer couldn’t get the idea out of his mind. Thoughts were jumping around. Thoughts of clandestine meetings and hiding hickeys. Thoughts of getting Jon off at the breakfast table in front of Pete and Patrick and Ryan and having none of them being any the wiser. Thoughts of that rush that he got when Jon kissed him amplified a million times.
It was perfect. It was like a game, but better. Because there were no rules. And if there were, Spencer would be the one calling the shots.
He walked across the room, and without any second thoughts, he threw open the door to the office. He took a second to take in Jon’s startled expression, the way that his breath hitched just slightly, before he straddled Jon on his chair and ground his hips down, crashing their lips together to swallow the questioning squeak of his name.
*
“Sp-Spencer,” Jon stuttered, pushing at Spencer’s chest, breaking Spencer’s lips from his own. He could feel Spencer’s cock, still hard, but now constrained by Spencer’s jeans, grinding into his thigh, a sort of commanding presence that made Jon’s eyes widen and his heart quicken. He could feel the sharp bite from Spencer’s teeth indenting his lower lip, feel the way Spencer leaned his body forward, weight tipping into Jon’s lap, warm and a slow build-up of pressure. “What are you doing?”
Jon had come in here to escape his utter failure as a Boyfriend of Pete Wentz. If there was one rule that Pete stood by absolutely, it was that his Boyfriends were friends only with each other and everyone else. Being faithful only to Pete was high on the rules list.
“Pete’s busy,” Spencer murmured into Jon’s ear, sliding his tongue inside until Jon’s eyes fluttered shut, but he pushed at Spencer again, squirming underneath him.
“Spencer, this is wrong,” he cautioned. “I didn’t mean to-”
Spencer cut him off with a particularly hard grind. He didn’t really want to hear whatever excuse Jon might have to get out of this. Spencer was hard and wanted to get off. Spencer wanted to know more about what had been in that kiss and where it had come from.
Jon’s mouth fell open silently at the push of Spencer’s hips into his own.
“I know what you were thinking,” Spencer whispered, his hands skimming down Jon’s side, feeling the strong, firm body underneath. He’d never really given Jon any consideration since he didn’t have any particularly outstanding features. A year and a half, however, had proven why Pete had selected him as the fourth Boyfriend. It wasn’t his body (which wasn’t bad by a long shot) but rather his personality. Spencer had never really given Jon’s body a second glance but he did now. “I felt the way you touched me. Fuck, Jon, shoulda done that earlier.”
“I do-on’t,” Jon tried to explain, but Spencer’s hands were pushing his shirt up and already working at the zipper to his jeans. The words caught in his throat and he tried to swallow through the lump, staring down at Spencer.
Spencer ignored him, pulling his own shirt off and settling further in Jon’s lap. He could feel Jon getting hard through his jeans no matter how much he protested. The thought sent a thrill through Spencer, and a smirk flitted across his features as his hands went for the zipper to his jeans and he pushed them down.
He was still achingly hard from earlier, from posing for the camera, for letting Jon guide him down on the bed, gentle fingers brushing against his face to position him for the shot. Searching Jon’s eyes, he found a sort of glazed look there, hesitant but at the same time turned on beyond turning back.
“I wanna fuck you,” Spencer whispered boldly in Jon’s ear, slipping down, skin against skin now. Jon’s skin was flushed and warm to Spencer’s touch as he dipped a hand down to trail over Jon’s growing erection.
“N-no, Spencer,” Jon managed choke out, but his hand deceived him, reaching for Spencer’s sharp hip and pulling him in flush against him. “We can’t.”
Spencer shifted, gritting his teeth at the friction created by their cocks, hearing the long breath Jon let slip, almost a whine into the otherwise empty office.
“Yes, we can,” he whispered back, lips dragging against Jon’s cheek, the rough stubble scratching against him. Darting out his tongue, he licked at Jon’s jaw before nipping it hard enough to make Jon jump.
Jon’s eyes fell shut and he tried to remind himself that Spencer was just his friend, and after all that he knew about Spencer, he should know this was all a ploy to get something Spencer wanted. The Spencer Jon knew was all about self-gratification.
“But Pete…” Jon trailed off when Spencer shifted, grinding his hips down and waves of heat crashed over him, a steady flush that started in his stomach and raced across his cheeks. Spencer’s mouth was still pressed to his jaw, making a mark that would definitely not be easy to hide from Pete.
“Doesn’t have to know,” Spencer replied quietly, rutting against Jon. He needed to get off soon whether Jon would join him or not, but he’d rather prefer that he would. Spencer enjoyed the little bits of power he held when Jon was panting underneath him, his cheeks a nice flushed pink, warm to the touch. Spencer wondered if he could get more of Jon to look that way. “Nobody does.”
“Spencer, I don’t-” Jon tried to say, tried to regain what little sense he had left that told him sleeping with Spencer could turn out extremely badly, whether caught by Pete or not.
But Spencer’s mouth was on his now, hard and demanding. His tongue licked at Jon’s lips, swept over the roof of his mouth, teeth biting at his bottom lip. The noise Jon made was muffled against Spencer’s lips and he nearly gave in, his hand tight on Spencer’s smooth backside until he pulled away harshly, shaking his head, and licking his swollen lips that Spencer just wanted to taste again.
“No, no,” he said quickly, pushing at Spencer harder and stumbling back out of the chair as Spencer was forced up. “I’m not that kind of guy, Spence. I’m dating Pete.”
“It’s just sex,” Spencer said, arching an eyebrow. “Don’t be so goddamn moral.”
Jon’s eyes lingered over Spencer’s naked body but he tore them away before he could catch Spencer’s knowing smirk.
“No, I… I should work on these photos for your present.”
Spencer watched him for another minute before huffing and grabbing his shirt. “Fine,” he muttered finally.
When he had his jeans up over his still tragically hard cock, he approached Jon, who remained carefully still. Leaning in, Spencer smirked.
“If you need help getting rid of that,” his hand grazed along Jon’s hard cock and Jon only jumped a little, “come and knock on my door.”
Turning, Spencer was sure to swing his hips, knowing that this was far from over.
Jon watched him go and only sunk back into the chair once the office door clicked shut, groaning into his hands.
*
Jon had been trying his best to ignore Spencer. Pete’s birthday was only a couple of days away and Jon knew that he needed to show Spencer the proofs for his photos, but every time Jon got the nerve to actually look at Spencer, lock eyes with him, he stopped himself from saying anything.
In all honesty, Jon wasn’t really sure if he trusted himself around Spencer anymore. Especially since now he knew what Spencer sounded like when he was desperate and what he felt like when he was hard, grinding down on top of him.
But still, Jon knew that he had to show Spencer the pictures. After all, the photos were the reason that this whole big mess had started in the first place. Before this all happened, before Jon had seen Spencer with hooded eyes and had felt his hot skin, he had never really thought about what Spencer would look like, head thrown back maybe, body shaking possibly, as Jon pushed into him.
And yeah, okay, maybe Jon had thought about that once or twice in the past day or two. Maybe he had wondered what Spencer would sound like as he came. Maybe he had pictured it.
The bottom line was, Jon knew that Spencer was trouble.
They were both in a relationship. With the same guy, sure, but they were in a relationship and that should mean something. In the back of his mind there was that tiny nagging thought, that little voice that reminded Jon that Pete wasn’t faithful to him. Pete didn’t just give himself to Jon, so really, why should Jon deny himself something that he wanted? Why shouldn’t Jon be like Pete and take everything that he thought he deserved?
Jon sighed. He knew he couldn’t do that. He knew that he wasn’t like Pete with his endless need for affirmation or Spencer with his promise of ‘just sex’. Jon just wasn’t like that.
He looked around the small office attached to the studio. He had told Spencer to meet him here to go over the photos.
Jon didn’t necessarily want to meet Spencer again in the room where they had almost…where Jon had almost given in, but he couldn’t think of any other place. He certainly didn’t want to meet in one of their bedrooms. Not where there was a big, inviting-looking bed taunting him. They couldn’t meet in one of the common areas in case Pete came by, and yeah, going over naked pictures wasn’t really a thing you could do in a public place like Starbucks.
The office though, the office suddenly seemed like a terrible idea. It had only been a couple of days and Jon could still remember every tiny detail of what had gone on. He could remember the way that Spencer felt on top of him, the way that Spencer’s mouth was hot and desperate. The way that Spencer’s body was relentless as he bucked down against Jon.
Jon wondered if maybe this meeting would end up the same way. He wondered if Spencer would try to kiss him again, try to get Jon to surrender. Jon paused for a second.
It was strange, the thoughts filtering through his head, but with the memory of Spencer warm against him sharp in his memory, Jon almost wanted a replay. He wondered if maybe that was why he chose the office as their meeting place, if maybe subconsciously he wanted Spencer, really wanted him, and he was giving himself a second chance to say yes.
Before Jon had time to fully delve into what his subconscious choices meant, there was a knock on the door. A tiny shock of something very much like anticipation shot through Jon, and his voice seemed to crack the tiniest bit as he croaked, “Come in.”
The door opened and there Spencer was, decked out in tight jeans and a simple, thin t-shirt. Jon idly wondered what it would feel like, wondered if Spencer’s skin would be cool underneath the nearly transparent cotton.
“So, you got the proofs?” Spencer asked. His voice didn’t seem to have an underlying current of seduction. It wasn’t even coy, and Jon suppressed his sudden disappointment as Spencer pulled over an extra chair and sat down next to Jon. Their skin wasn’t even touching.
“Um, yeah,” Jon said, pulling himself out of his mind, trying not to think of the last time when Spencer was sitting on his lap and not on another chair. “So.” He cleared his throat. He was a little lost here, unsure of how to go on with Spencer not making any sort of come on like he had expected. “I was thinking that this was a really good shot.”
He let his finger rest underneath a photo of Spencer with his hips cocked out, eyes lidded as his hands were caressing inside his pants, a bulge visible, teasing the viewer. Jon should know, he had been looking at these pictures closely. To find the best ones, of course.
“It has great light,” Jon said, letting his eyes wash over the slight shadows, the curves and the angles. “It has a nice sultry look. You look in control and desperate at the same time.”
Jon couldn’t help the way his voice came out, couldn’t help the tiny peaks of suggestion, but Spencer apparently didn’t seem to notice as he grabbed the glossy paper from Jon.
“I like it,” he said. “But I think that we should do more than one photo. Don’t want Pete getting bored.” He grabbed a couple of other sheets and looked through them. “Maybe one of these on the bed,” he said, pointing to one of Jon’s favorites. He liked the way the sheet fell. “And this one.”
“Sure,” Jon agreed. “We could take some more pictures if you wanted. Something more explicit maybe? I have some ideas.” He willed his face not to flush as he thought of some of those ideas and exactly how much time he had spent thinking about them.
“No, this should be fine,” Spencer said. He shot Jon a quick smile. “Thanks for doing this, Jon.”
And this, Jon knew, was it. This was when Spencer would lean over, would make a move. His body tensed up just a little as he thought of it. He still didn’t know if he would push Spencer away like he should. He didn’t know if he wanted to.
But instead, Spencer just got up from his chair. “Well, I guess I’ll see you later,” he said.
Jon didn’t respond. He was too taken aback as he watched Spencer walk out the door, leaving Jon behind. It didn’t make sense. Jon didn’t understand.
He huffed and gathered up the pictures.
For some reason, it seemed that Spencer no longer wanted him. Maybe it had really only been a one time thing. That was good. It was good that Spencer didn’t want to make this whole sexual tension thing a big deal, but Jon couldn’t help but wonder why Spencer didn’t want him anymore.
Next Part
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Author: silver_etoile and ivesia19
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spencer/Jon with background Pete/everyone (Spencer, Jon, Ryan, Patrick)
POV: 3rd person
Summary: Playboy Bunny AU prequel! Or the one where Spencer is a manipulative cock tease.
Disclaimer: AU - The boys belong to themselves (and possibly each other)
Author Notes: This story is the Jon/Spencer side of our Playboy Bunny AU and happens right after the explanations of the Boyfriends
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“I’m bored.”
Ryan glanced up as Spencer burst into his room unannounced. He didn’t even bother complaining. Jon was the only one in the mansion who actually bothered to knock. He watched Spencer sit down at the foot of his bed and sigh.
“So?” he asked finally, lifting his notebook back up and trying to remember the thought he’d had before Spencer had thrown open his door.
Spencer gave him a look. “So there are no new Bunnies, and Pete and Jon have been holed up in the studio all morning going over the layout.”
“Where’s Patrick?” Ryan asked although he knew full well that Patrick wouldn’t hang out with any of them voluntarily, not to just hang out.
“Who knows.” Spencer shrugged. “Probably mixing poison for Jon.”
Ryan ignored the comment and scratched out a bunny on his notepad when he couldn’t remember his thought from before.
“And what do you want me to do about it?” Ryan glanced up, knowing Spencer just wanted something to do.
“Let’s go crash the layout meeting,” Spencer suggested, “tear Pete away. I could do with some stimulation right about now.” He stretched, working out the kinks in his unused muscles.
Ryan only rolled his eyes, his eyes falling back to his notebook.
“Pete wouldn’t like that.”
“Of course he would,” Spencer scoffed. “He drops anything for sex.”
“I meant interrupting the meeting.”
“Well, they’ve been in there for hours. How hard is it to pick a photo?”
Ryan didn’t reply, knowing Spencer was just really bored.
Spencer sighed, glancing at the door. Gizmo crept around the frame, his fluffy tail rubbing over the trim as he trotted inside, jumping on the bed and pushing at Spencer’s hand with his head.
Spencer petted him absentmindedly. “Hey, when is that party thing, you know, the release party or something?”
“You mean Pete’s birthday party?” Ryan asked blithely. “It’s next week, on his birthday.”
Spencer paused, biting his lip as he thought. “What are you getting him?”
Ryan shrugged. “Hadn’t thought about it yet.”
“You know Patrick’s going to have the perfect gift,” Spencer muttered. He always did.
“Probably,” Ryan agreed. He was shading in the bunny now, tracing the ears.
Gizmo was purring loudly, now firmly ensconced in Spencer’s lap. Spencer continued to stroke his head idly.
“Becoming a cat person?” Ryan asked, glancing up when Gizmo meowed when Spencer paused in his petting.
Frowning, Spencer looked down at the cat, whose head just swiveled up to him, round yellow eyes staring up at him. “No,” he replied. “Jon just lets him have free roam and he keeps following me around. I’m like catnip to him or something.”
“I could get Hobo to scare him off,” Ryan offered, watching Gizmo.
“That’s okay,” Spencer replied, giving Gizmo a shove and he landed on the floor, an affronted tail in the air as he stalked from the room, obviously getting the hint. “So, crash the meeting or no?”
Ryan rolled his eyes, propping his notebook back up. “No. Why don’t you go find Patrick and bond over your mutual dislike of other Boyfriends?”
“I’m just bored,” Spencer insisted. “I wish there were new Bunnies. At least then we could watch Patrick puff up like a bullfrog whenever one smiled at Pete.”
“Always looking out for others’ feelings,” Ryan commented to his notebook. “How thoughtful of you.”
“I do what I can,” Spencer replied, pushing himself off the bed. “And I guess all I can do now is hope Pete’s in the mood when he gets back, ‘cause I need something.”
Ryan waved him out of the room with a slightly cringing response.
*
When Jon got back to his room after a rather long layout meeting, and only a little bit of groping on Pete’s part, he headed straight to his room. He was looking forward to just curling up in a ball with his cat and possibly reading the latest issue of Cosmo. Lord knew he didn’t read Playgirl anymore. Not with all the time he spent each month staring at the layout.
He looked around the room and crouched down a little, just enough so that he could poke his head underneath the bed. “Gizmo,” he called softly, tisking to get him to come out. “Come here, sweetheart.”
Jon tisked again and slapped against his knee, but the ball of fluff didn’t shoot out from anywhere in the room. Huh, that was odd. Usually Gizmo came running at the sound of Jon’s voice.
He straightened up, frowning a little bit. All he wanted was to snuggle up with something that wouldn’t immediately take that as permission to grab his cock.
Heading towards the hallway, Jon thought that maybe his cat had for some reason decided to roam about the mansion, though it was something that Gizmo didn’t usually do. The dogs were probably a big part of that.
Jon rapped on Ryan’s door. “Hey,” he said when Ryan answered. He had the semi-glossed over look, the look he got whenever he was writing. Or stoned. “Have you seen my cat? I can’t find him anywhere.”
Ryan shrugged. “Saw him earlier, but he ran out of the room. You should probably check Spencer’s room. He has a tendency to follow him around like a shadow.”
“He does seem to like him, doesn’t he,” Jon commented, not really understanding why his cat took such a strong liking so Spencer so quickly. Spencer was fine by him, but Jon wouldn’t exactly refer to Spencer as the friendliest person.
“Spencer Smith charm,” Ryan deadpanned. He sighed, eyes shifting back to the dark confines of his room, obviously wanting to get back to whatever it was he was doing. “So, I guess, um, you should go check with him then.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Jon said, throwing Ryan a small smile. Ryan was a little strange at times. A little spacey, sometimes a little bitchy and defensive, but Jon was all about the group love. Plus, Ryan had always been nicer to Jon than others, like, for instance, Patrick.
Jon was still convinced that Patrick was going to murder him in his sleep.
He padded softly down the hallway towards Spencer’s room and knocked lightly on the door.
“Finally!” he heard through the wood paneling. “God, Pete, I’ve been wanting you to fuck me for like an hour. You think that a guy would come running after getting some of the text messages that I sent you.”
Spencer’s words were getting louder and louder as he obviously made his way to the door and Jon could feel his face getting red, little jolts going off through his body at Spencer’s words.
The doorknob twisted and Jon fought the urge to run down the hall. That would do no good since Spencer would no doubt see him retreating, making the situation even more awkward.
The door opened and Jon gave a tentative smile. “Sorry, not Pete,” he said and Spencer’s face hardened immediately. “Um, have you seen Gizmo?”
As if Jon’s cat had been called by his obvious mortification, Gizmo brushed up against Spencer’s leg, purring audibly before transferring over to Jon, rubbing up against him.
The expression on Spencer’s face was hard to read, and when Jon looked up, Spencer’s eyes were fixed upon his, sending another strange jolt through his body.
“Thanks,” Jon said, reaching down to scoop up the cat.
“Don’t thank me,” Spencer said. “I didn’t do anything.” He stood there a second, a beat of silence between them, and then sighed. “Well, I guess I’ll see you later at dinner.”
“Sure,” Jon responded. “Family dinner.”
“Right,” Spencer agreed, though his voice held less enthusiasm.
The door closed before Jon could say goodbye.
*
After Spencer shut the door on Jon’s face, he paused, his hand still on the doorknob. Jon had seemed surprised by his words, which weren’t all that surprising considering he said them to Pete all the time.
Spencer had been annoyingly frustrated all week, sexually frustrated, that was. Pete was always spending time with Jon or Patrick or Ryan, and never enough “quality” time with Spencer. Spencer’s hand just wouldn’t cut it all the time.
Sinking onto his bed and making a face at the cat hair on his bedspread, he tried to brush it off, wishing Pete would hurry the fuck up. Obviously they were done with the layout if Jon was back, so where could he be?
Lying down on his back, Spencer stared at the tall ceiling. It wasn’t decorated with mirrors like Pete’s room, but just plain white with hues of pink from items in the room that reflected the sun streaming through the window.
He was sick of waiting for Pete. He’d been waiting all morning and the better part of the afternoon. Shifting, he let his hand slide down, tracing circles on his stomach as he stared at the ceiling, wondering what he could get Pete for his birthday that Patrick wouldn’t be able to top for once.
Pete’s birthday was a little over a week away and Spencer still didn’t have a gift. He’d been thinking for the past month of what to get Pete that would somehow up whatever Patrick was going to get him. He knew nothing ever could, though. Patrick always managed to get Pete the perfect gift and none of the other Boyfriends stood a chance.
His mind filtered through past birthday gifts: Ryan bursting out of a full-size birthday cake in a Bunny costume complete with ears, a year’s supply of Pete’s favorite vodka, a trip to the Cayman Islands… Spencer had to find something that hadn’t already been done.
Sighing, he shifted, wishing Pete would hurry up or he’d have to do it himself. Closing his eyes, he let his hand drift down, unzipping the zipper and slipping inside. The pressure was gentle and not enough for what Spencer wanted, but it would have to do for now.
A new bird for his menagerie, Spencer thought as his hand pressed down again and he bit his lip slightly. Or maybe exotic roses for the garden. Bob was good at finding those.
The knock on the door was too light to be heard and hardly mattered when the knob turned and the door was pushed open.
“Starting without me?” Pete’s voice, overtly innocent with a hint of a smirk, floated in through the crack in the door and Spencer opened his eyes, not bothering to remove his hand from where it was stuffed down his jeans.
“If you’d been here five minutes ago, I wouldn’t have had to,” Spencer drawled back, sliding his hand down again, watching the way Pete’s eyes darkened. He bit his lip invitingly as Pete shut the door and made his way over to the bed.
“I had business to take care of,” Pete explained, brushing Spencer’s hair from his eyes as he crawled on over him. “Layouts and stuff.”
“Took a long time,” Spencer grumbled, but allowed Pete to slide his hand from his jeans and replace it with his own.
“Yeah, well, boys aren’t what they used to be. Some can’t take a decent photo to save their lives.”
“Airbrushing does wonders,” Spencer mumbled, gasping lightly when Pete’s hand tightened a little.
“Mmm,” Pete agreed, nuzzling Spencer’s neck and pressing a kiss to his jaw. “They’re not natural, though, not like you were.”
Spencer allowed his lips to tilt into a smile for a second before he was gritting his teeth and exhaling harshly.
“Shit, Pete,” he warned. He wasn’t ready to come yet, but he would if Pete didn’t stop that right now.
Pete’s grin was dark and devious as he lessened his grip and slowed the pace a little. “Your texts weren’t exactly fair.”
“Got you here, didn’t it?” Spencer asked. “Besides - fuck - you haven’t been around all week. What’s a boy to do?”
“M’sorry,” Pete mumbled against his jaw, stroking slowly. “Let me make it up to you? No more photo shoots for a few weeks until we do July Issue.” He paused, sighing almost sadly against Spencer’s neck. “It’s kind of sad.”
Spencer didn’t reply, but his eyebrows furrowed as he thought. “Fuck,” he cursed, though, when Pete flicked his wrist with a mischievous glimmer in his eye. Spencer glared but Pete just met it with a grin. “You better make it up.”
Pete nodded seriously, leaning up to kiss Spencer.
Spencer returned it, but his mind was somewhere else as Pete slid down, his mouth replacing his hand. He made a mental note to talk to Jon after dinner, and slid back, closing his eyes and enjoying the release he was finally getting.
*
Spencer stopped Jon as he walked out of the dining room, making sure that Pete was occupied as he did so. There was no need to make Pete paranoid (he was usually strangely possessive of his Boyfriends, though he had four of them).
“Hey,” Spencer said, lightly gripping Jon’s shirt, holding him back. Jon looked at him questioningly as Spencer pulled him down the hallway, though there was little resistance on Jon’s part.
Pulling Jon after him into one of the darkened rooms (there was a surprising amount of unused rooms in the mansion), Spencer closed the door behind him, flicking on the lights.
To his credit, Jon didn’t seem too frazzled that Spencer had just shoved him into an empty room. “What’s up, Spence?” Jon simply asked in that friendly tone of his. That tone that made Spencer think that maybe, if they weren’t both dating Pete Wentz, they could get along. And not just in that fake Boyfriend brotherhood way.
Spencer found himself subconsciously putting himself into ‘The Pose’ as Ryan dubbed it. The one where his one hip cocked out and he tilted his head to the side. The one that signified that he meant business. It was startlingly familiar to the one that meant that he wanted to fuck.
“I wanted to know if you would do me a favor,” Spencer started, ready to give his entire speech where he would convince Jon point by point to see his point of view.
However, it seemed as though the speech wouldn’t be necessary. “Sure,” Jon said, cutting off Spencer’s mental bullet point list. He was going to start with praising Jon’s skill as a photographer. It was a well thought out plan.
“Don’t you even want to know what the favor is?” Spencer asked incredulously. It was strange to him to think that someone would agree to something without knowing what they were getting themselves into. Spencer always knew what he was signing up for. He read the fine print.
Jon shrugged. “Okay, what’s the favor?” He smiled at Spencer, and maybe for a moment, just a moment, Spencer was struck by how it was so, so obvious as to why Pete had wanted Jon to be with him. To be with them.
Spencer pulled himself from his thoughts. “Pete’s birthday is coming up.”
“Yeah, it sure is,” Jon agreed, nodding his head. “Do you need help picking out a present or something?”
“No, I have something in mind.”
“Okay,” Jon said. “That’s great.” He sighed. “I don’t really know what to get him, to be honest.”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” Spencer responded, unconcerned with Jon’s problem. It was his turn to talk. He was the one that pulled Jon aside. “So anyways,” he continued, “I was thinking about doing a photo shoot for Pete. But obviously I’d need a photographer.”
Jon furrowed his brow. “Me?” he asked, sounding more than a little surprised, his eyes wide.
Spencer cocked an eyebrow. “You’re one of the best photographers that we have.” He smiled, trying to be convincing. “Plus, you live in the mansion, so it’s kinda like you’re on call.”
“What kind of photos are we talking?” Jon asked.
“I’m a Playgirl Bunny, Jon, what kind of photos do you think I’m talking about?” Spencer sighed. “Look, if this is going to be too awkward for you then I can get someone else to do it. I just thought that this would be the easiest way.”
“I’ll do it,” Jon said quickly, not meeting Spencer’s eyes anymore. “I can do it.”
Spencer grinned. “Great. Considering Pete’s birthday is less than a week away we should probably get started soon, yeah? How about tomorrow you and I work through some preliminary shots?”
“Um,” Jon stuttered.
“Perfect,” Spencer said. “We’ll meet up tomorrow after breakfast then.”
Without any sort of formal goodbye, Spencer swept from the room, grinning to himself. His present was going to be awesome.
*
Jon wasn’t sure what made him linger in his room longer than strictly necessary the next morning, petting Gizmo as he told himself that there was nothing to be worried about or nervous about. He did photo shoots with naked guys all the time. Spencer would be no different, especially with how he had hardly even batted an eye at Jon’s initial hesitance.
Jon wasn’t sure why he was hesitant anyway. Spencer was his friend, in the we’re-both-Pete-Wentz’s-Boyfriend type of way, but Jon had always thought that Spencer was cool. He’d helped him out when he’d first moved into the mansion, taught him how to deflect Patrick’s glares and Ryan’s mutinous stare when he’d gotten the Centerfold.
It didn’t matter, he told himself, forcing himself to stop petting Gizmo, who batted at his hand instead. Jon ignored him, though, opening his bedroom door and heading for the dining room.
Pete was already there, a cup of coffee steaming before him while Patrick looked dozy next to him, blinking tiredly at his plate.
“Morning,” Jon greeted them both happily, dropping into his usual chair at Pete’s left. Pete only smiled at him and pecked his cheek.
“Good morning, Jon,” he replied. “Coffee?”
“Sure,” Jon agreed, smiling at the girl (a new maid) who came out to fill his cup. It had taken Jon a while to get used to having maids and butlers around to serve his every whim. He preferred just to get things himself.
He listened as Pete talked about the magazine and the layout work they’d done yesterday. The last batch of boys had not quite been up to scratch, which meant it had taken a lot longer than usual to get everything ready.
Patrick was nodding along slowly, looking like he’d rather just go back to bed. Jon didn’t look up from his coffee until he heard Spencer stumbling into the dining room. Glancing over, Jon wasn’t surprised to find Spencer still in his pajama pants, his thin tee shirt too small and resting an inch or two above the waist of his pants, exposing stark hip bones. His dark hair was messy and he yawned, stretching as he plunked into his seat next to Jon, pulling the coffee to him immediately.
“Morning,” Pete chirped and Spencer gave a mumbled response, adding sugar to the coffee.
Jon realized he was staring at Spencer and turned quickly away, nodding along as Pete continued to talk over the layout.
Breakfast seemed to take forever, but by the time it was over, Jon had decided that he was being stupid. It was just a photo shoot as a favor to Spencer. There was nothing else in it, and it was likely that Spencer would just end up being extremely bossy to Jon. Jon had seen the way he was with other people. He knew what he was like.
Spencer scrubbed at his hair as he pushed away his plate, sneaking a glance at Jon, who met his eyes and caught the message Spencer was obviously sending him.
“I’m gonna go get dressed,” Spencer announced, pushing his chair back and rising. Jon’s eyes were suddenly full of too-short tee shirts and much too much pale skin. Tearing his eyes away, he grabbed his fork and impaled a piece of egg.
When Spencer had left, Jon made his excuse to Pete, leaving with a light kiss and heading out onto the grounds. The studio was across from the pool, down the sloping lawn and around a corner. As Jon walked, he felt the springy grass under his flip flops and brushed the dew off the blades.
Bob, the gardener, was already puttering around the edges of the grounds, trimming hedges and humming to himself. Jon smiled at him as he passed and waved slightly. Bob waved back and went on humming and trimming.
The studio was empty, just unused sets and camera equipment shoved into closets. Throwing open the doors to let the cool breeze drift in, Jon sighed contently. He liked to come out here sometimes and just be alone in the large studio.
He was startled out of his peaceful musing when there was a loud sound on the door and Spencer arrived, looking around at the empty set.
“Hey,” he greeted Jon, stepping up to his side and quirking a smile.
He was dressed now in a pair of jeans and a shirt that reached the waist band. Jon knew it hardly mattered, though. Spencer was going to be devoid of clothing in about ten minutes.
“Uh, hey,” Jon replied, glancing at Spencer and smiling. “So did you have anything specific in mind?”
Spencer paused, looking around at all the sets they’d used in the past. Random props were scattered throughout - beach balls, holiday-themed items, etc.
“I figured we’d just go for natural,” Spencer commented finally. “It is June, and Pete’s been complaining about the boys lately. No props, just me.” Smirking, Spencer glanced at Jon for a confirming nod and Jon was quick to comply.
“Yeah, that sounds-”
“I think we should try some outside first,” Spencer interrupted, “and then a few inside, on that bed, the one that Pete likes so much.” He smirked as he remembered the time he and Pete had used the bed for something other than photo shoots.
“Sure,” Jon agreed after a minute. “I’ll get my camera and we can just do some test shots.”
“Awesome,” Spencer said, although he wasn’t even really listening as he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it onto one of the director chairs that Pete liked to sit in during shoots.
Shaking himself, Jon turned away and headed for the equipment room where he kept all his things on a separate shelf. He chose his best camera and made sure everything was ready before heading out to the back where they usually did outdoor shoots.
He was fiddling with a setting on his camera as he walked outside into the bright sun and only looked up when he ran across a shadow on the grass. Looking up, he blinked as he found Spencer standing before him, shirtless with his jeans pushed as low as they would go on his hips without revealing everything.
“Ready?” Spencer asked authoritatively and Jon nodded after a minute.
“Yeah. You want to try over by the palm?” Jon nodded at the mini palm to Spencer’s left. Spencer shrugged, heading over and pausing, turning back to Jon, who had his camera raised already, taking a quick shot to test the lighting. “What?” he asked when Spencer’s bright blue eyes didn’t move from him.
Spencer shrugged, sinking down onto the grass and leaning back against the tree. “Let’s go for completely natural.”
“Um, okay,” Jon agreed, dropping down and glancing up at the sun overhead. When he looked back, Spencer was reclined, a leg out and a knee up. He had that same seductive smile on his face that Jon recognized as the one he used to get whatever he wanted from Pete. There was something different in this one, though, and Jon wondered if it was the one Spencer had when he wanted sex.
Keeping eye contact, Spencer’s hand slid down to press against the crotch of his jeans slowly, waiting as Jon raised the camera and took a shot.
Jon stayed firmly behind the camera, watching as Spencer undid the top button of his jeans and angled his body towards the camera. He was practically jerking off but Jon refused to let it affect him. Instead, he shot frame after frame of Spencer, his eyes lidded, his lip pulled into his mouth, a tongue darting out to wet his lips. Jon concentrated on the click of the camera and not the way Spencer let out a harsh breath and his hand stroked long and hard in his jeans.
“Um,” Jon said after a while when Spencer’s eyes met his through the camera and Jon wondered when it had gotten so warm outside. “Maybe we should do some shots inside, see which you like better. Which one Pete’ll like better.”
Spencer paused and then shrugged, pulling his hand from his jeans and struggling up. Turning, Jon headed back for the studio, refusing to glance back at Spencer and see the way he walked gingerly to the bed and shucked his jeans.
Spencer had a beautiful body, there was no denying it. His skin was smooth and pale, no blemishes except a small birthmark above his pelvis. It was shaped like a disjointed star and Jon tore his eyes away when Spencer cleared his throat.
Spencer was staring at him, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. His mouth was parted slightly as though he was going to say something, but he didn’t. Instead, he crawled onto the bed, kneeling in front of the headboard. “How do you want me?”
Jon blinked at the question and it was a second before he realized that Spencer was talking about body position. Pushing away the embarrassed flush on the back of his neck, Jon smiled casually instead. He shouldn’t be this nervous around Spencer. He’d known him for almost a year and a half already. It merely surprised him that Spencer wasn’t being his usual bossy self. But then again, Jon had never really seen Spencer at a photo shoot before. Spencer usually chose to do them with other, better known photographers, people who shot real models outside of Playgirl. Pete always accompanied him to those, not Jon.
“Here,” Jon said, stepping forward and guiding Spencer down, his legs spread as he sunk down, letting Jon nudge his shoulder back. Jon paused, taking in Spencer, the way his hips jutted out to the side almost haughtily, his hard cock waiting for something other than his hand, the arch to his eyebrow. “Relax your posture,” he told him, reaching for Spencer’s hair and brushing it over his eyes slightly. It made him look younger but Jon was sure Pete liked it that way. “Okay.”
Stepping back, Jon let Spencer fall into his natural pattern of poses, turning and giving the camera looks of seduction, innocence, even vulnerability. Jon was sure he’d never seen that face on Spencer before.
The room was full of the click of Jon’s camera as he moved with Spencer. Pausing, he lowered the lens and took a step forward.
Spencer looked at him expectantly, hands on his hips now.
“Did you want to…” Jon gestured at Spencer’s erection that hadn’t gone down yet.
“I’ll just get Pete to,” Spencer replied casually as though it was a normal question someone would ask. Then again, Jon supposed, it was the Playgirl mansion. “Let’s keep it for the rest of the shoot.”
“Well, I think we’re pretty much good,” Jon said. “I mean, we can look these over later and decide what you actually want to do for the present.”
Spencer paused. “Let’s just take a few more shots.”
“Okay.” Jon shrugged. He couldn’t help himself as he automatically went to reposition Spencer’s body. He knew models didn’t like being positioned, but he knew if he could get Spencer to turn to his right and glance back at the camera, his chin tilted down and that look in his eyes, the one he’d seen him give while staring out the window at the breakfast table, almost longing in a sad sort of way, it would be perfect. He got Spencer turned and had his hand on his chin, guiding it down and tilting his face to the side.
Spencer’s eyes flicked up to Jon’s and Jon paused. His fingers stilled against Spencer’s jaw and he knew he had to say something, to explain about the shot.
He never got the chance, though, as Spencer rose up on his knees, his mouth dangerously close to Jon’s. “One last shot?” he asked, though his voice was lower than normal and his eyes were piercing.
Jon wasn’t sure what made him open his mouth but not reply to Spencer’s simple question. Maybe it was the fact that he’d just watched Spencer jerk off to the camera, or that he was hard and waiting on the bed, inches from him. Maybe it was because of what Spencer had said the day before when he thought he’d been Pete.
Either way, Jon had no clue what made him lean forward and, instead of answering yes, explaining about his vision, he found his lips pressed to Spencer’s.
Spencer didn’t move for a second until he pulled back, an eyebrow arching at Jon, who felt his senses coming back as though they had all abandoned him for a moment there.
“I-sorry,” he said quickly, taking a step back as Spencer watched him, a strange expression on his face, almost between disbelieving and curious. “Um, I think we have enough shots. How about I download them and we can look at them later?”
“Yeah, sure,” Spencer agreed after a minute, shifting back down as he watched Jon fumble to turn off the camera.
“Great.” Jon smiled, but it wasn’t as natural as usual. “I’ll see you later.”
Spencer just watched as Jon hurried back towards the studio offices.
*
Spencer lay back on the bed, his muscles suddenly feeling weak as Jon left him alone. He watched as the door slammed shut after Jon bolted through it. After Jon practically ran away from Spencer.
Ran away from Spencer after kissing him.
He let one of his hands come up and extended a finger, running it along his lower lip. Even now, Spencer could almost feel the bristled rub of Jon’s beard against him. He could almost still feel Jon’s lips on his own, fast and sharp and something that Spencer would identify as scarily close to perfect. If he thought in such romantic terms. Which he didn’t.
Still, as Spencer began to gather up his clothes and put them on, he couldn’t help but think of the look in Jon’s eyes, the stuttered out sorry after their mouths parted.
A kiss in itself wasn’t really a big deal. Spencer knew that. He knew that lips upon lips was just a motion. It didn’t really mean anything, but the way that Jon had pulled away afterwards, the way that his expression held a certain look - that meant something. It meant something that made Spencer wonder if maybe Jon’s lips on his wasn’t just an action of the moment. Or if it was, it wasn’t just that.
To Jon at least.
Spencer finished putting on his clothes, looking back towards the door that Jon disappeared to into the offices set up there. Jon was probably expecting Spencer to simply leave, brush off what had happened and forget about it.
He could, Spencer could forget. He knew he could, but the thought hit him: he didn’t have to.
There was still that feeling inside of him swirling, the one that started when Jon touched him, and oh yeah, Spencer was still hard as a rock.
He knew that he could go find Pete. Could pull him away from Patrick, and that would be killing two birds with one stone: he could get off and Patrick would get pissed. He could do that. Normally, he would do that, but as Spencer looked at the closed door, the other option seemed so much better.
Jon. He could knock on the door. He could burst through it, cause Jon’s eyes to widen, cause his pulse to race. Spencer could kiss him, pull him close to himself and let his body take over.
It would be hot. It would be forbidden and wrong and so, so fucking hot.
Now Spencer couldn’t get the idea out of his mind. Thoughts were jumping around. Thoughts of clandestine meetings and hiding hickeys. Thoughts of getting Jon off at the breakfast table in front of Pete and Patrick and Ryan and having none of them being any the wiser. Thoughts of that rush that he got when Jon kissed him amplified a million times.
It was perfect. It was like a game, but better. Because there were no rules. And if there were, Spencer would be the one calling the shots.
He walked across the room, and without any second thoughts, he threw open the door to the office. He took a second to take in Jon’s startled expression, the way that his breath hitched just slightly, before he straddled Jon on his chair and ground his hips down, crashing their lips together to swallow the questioning squeak of his name.
*
“Sp-Spencer,” Jon stuttered, pushing at Spencer’s chest, breaking Spencer’s lips from his own. He could feel Spencer’s cock, still hard, but now constrained by Spencer’s jeans, grinding into his thigh, a sort of commanding presence that made Jon’s eyes widen and his heart quicken. He could feel the sharp bite from Spencer’s teeth indenting his lower lip, feel the way Spencer leaned his body forward, weight tipping into Jon’s lap, warm and a slow build-up of pressure. “What are you doing?”
Jon had come in here to escape his utter failure as a Boyfriend of Pete Wentz. If there was one rule that Pete stood by absolutely, it was that his Boyfriends were friends only with each other and everyone else. Being faithful only to Pete was high on the rules list.
“Pete’s busy,” Spencer murmured into Jon’s ear, sliding his tongue inside until Jon’s eyes fluttered shut, but he pushed at Spencer again, squirming underneath him.
“Spencer, this is wrong,” he cautioned. “I didn’t mean to-”
Spencer cut him off with a particularly hard grind. He didn’t really want to hear whatever excuse Jon might have to get out of this. Spencer was hard and wanted to get off. Spencer wanted to know more about what had been in that kiss and where it had come from.
Jon’s mouth fell open silently at the push of Spencer’s hips into his own.
“I know what you were thinking,” Spencer whispered, his hands skimming down Jon’s side, feeling the strong, firm body underneath. He’d never really given Jon any consideration since he didn’t have any particularly outstanding features. A year and a half, however, had proven why Pete had selected him as the fourth Boyfriend. It wasn’t his body (which wasn’t bad by a long shot) but rather his personality. Spencer had never really given Jon’s body a second glance but he did now. “I felt the way you touched me. Fuck, Jon, shoulda done that earlier.”
“I do-on’t,” Jon tried to explain, but Spencer’s hands were pushing his shirt up and already working at the zipper to his jeans. The words caught in his throat and he tried to swallow through the lump, staring down at Spencer.
Spencer ignored him, pulling his own shirt off and settling further in Jon’s lap. He could feel Jon getting hard through his jeans no matter how much he protested. The thought sent a thrill through Spencer, and a smirk flitted across his features as his hands went for the zipper to his jeans and he pushed them down.
He was still achingly hard from earlier, from posing for the camera, for letting Jon guide him down on the bed, gentle fingers brushing against his face to position him for the shot. Searching Jon’s eyes, he found a sort of glazed look there, hesitant but at the same time turned on beyond turning back.
“I wanna fuck you,” Spencer whispered boldly in Jon’s ear, slipping down, skin against skin now. Jon’s skin was flushed and warm to Spencer’s touch as he dipped a hand down to trail over Jon’s growing erection.
“N-no, Spencer,” Jon managed choke out, but his hand deceived him, reaching for Spencer’s sharp hip and pulling him in flush against him. “We can’t.”
Spencer shifted, gritting his teeth at the friction created by their cocks, hearing the long breath Jon let slip, almost a whine into the otherwise empty office.
“Yes, we can,” he whispered back, lips dragging against Jon’s cheek, the rough stubble scratching against him. Darting out his tongue, he licked at Jon’s jaw before nipping it hard enough to make Jon jump.
Jon’s eyes fell shut and he tried to remind himself that Spencer was just his friend, and after all that he knew about Spencer, he should know this was all a ploy to get something Spencer wanted. The Spencer Jon knew was all about self-gratification.
“But Pete…” Jon trailed off when Spencer shifted, grinding his hips down and waves of heat crashed over him, a steady flush that started in his stomach and raced across his cheeks. Spencer’s mouth was still pressed to his jaw, making a mark that would definitely not be easy to hide from Pete.
“Doesn’t have to know,” Spencer replied quietly, rutting against Jon. He needed to get off soon whether Jon would join him or not, but he’d rather prefer that he would. Spencer enjoyed the little bits of power he held when Jon was panting underneath him, his cheeks a nice flushed pink, warm to the touch. Spencer wondered if he could get more of Jon to look that way. “Nobody does.”
“Spencer, I don’t-” Jon tried to say, tried to regain what little sense he had left that told him sleeping with Spencer could turn out extremely badly, whether caught by Pete or not.
But Spencer’s mouth was on his now, hard and demanding. His tongue licked at Jon’s lips, swept over the roof of his mouth, teeth biting at his bottom lip. The noise Jon made was muffled against Spencer’s lips and he nearly gave in, his hand tight on Spencer’s smooth backside until he pulled away harshly, shaking his head, and licking his swollen lips that Spencer just wanted to taste again.
“No, no,” he said quickly, pushing at Spencer harder and stumbling back out of the chair as Spencer was forced up. “I’m not that kind of guy, Spence. I’m dating Pete.”
“It’s just sex,” Spencer said, arching an eyebrow. “Don’t be so goddamn moral.”
Jon’s eyes lingered over Spencer’s naked body but he tore them away before he could catch Spencer’s knowing smirk.
“No, I… I should work on these photos for your present.”
Spencer watched him for another minute before huffing and grabbing his shirt. “Fine,” he muttered finally.
When he had his jeans up over his still tragically hard cock, he approached Jon, who remained carefully still. Leaning in, Spencer smirked.
“If you need help getting rid of that,” his hand grazed along Jon’s hard cock and Jon only jumped a little, “come and knock on my door.”
Turning, Spencer was sure to swing his hips, knowing that this was far from over.
Jon watched him go and only sunk back into the chair once the office door clicked shut, groaning into his hands.
*
Jon had been trying his best to ignore Spencer. Pete’s birthday was only a couple of days away and Jon knew that he needed to show Spencer the proofs for his photos, but every time Jon got the nerve to actually look at Spencer, lock eyes with him, he stopped himself from saying anything.
In all honesty, Jon wasn’t really sure if he trusted himself around Spencer anymore. Especially since now he knew what Spencer sounded like when he was desperate and what he felt like when he was hard, grinding down on top of him.
But still, Jon knew that he had to show Spencer the pictures. After all, the photos were the reason that this whole big mess had started in the first place. Before this all happened, before Jon had seen Spencer with hooded eyes and had felt his hot skin, he had never really thought about what Spencer would look like, head thrown back maybe, body shaking possibly, as Jon pushed into him.
And yeah, okay, maybe Jon had thought about that once or twice in the past day or two. Maybe he had wondered what Spencer would sound like as he came. Maybe he had pictured it.
The bottom line was, Jon knew that Spencer was trouble.
They were both in a relationship. With the same guy, sure, but they were in a relationship and that should mean something. In the back of his mind there was that tiny nagging thought, that little voice that reminded Jon that Pete wasn’t faithful to him. Pete didn’t just give himself to Jon, so really, why should Jon deny himself something that he wanted? Why shouldn’t Jon be like Pete and take everything that he thought he deserved?
Jon sighed. He knew he couldn’t do that. He knew that he wasn’t like Pete with his endless need for affirmation or Spencer with his promise of ‘just sex’. Jon just wasn’t like that.
He looked around the small office attached to the studio. He had told Spencer to meet him here to go over the photos.
Jon didn’t necessarily want to meet Spencer again in the room where they had almost…where Jon had almost given in, but he couldn’t think of any other place. He certainly didn’t want to meet in one of their bedrooms. Not where there was a big, inviting-looking bed taunting him. They couldn’t meet in one of the common areas in case Pete came by, and yeah, going over naked pictures wasn’t really a thing you could do in a public place like Starbucks.
The office though, the office suddenly seemed like a terrible idea. It had only been a couple of days and Jon could still remember every tiny detail of what had gone on. He could remember the way that Spencer felt on top of him, the way that Spencer’s mouth was hot and desperate. The way that Spencer’s body was relentless as he bucked down against Jon.
Jon wondered if maybe this meeting would end up the same way. He wondered if Spencer would try to kiss him again, try to get Jon to surrender. Jon paused for a second.
It was strange, the thoughts filtering through his head, but with the memory of Spencer warm against him sharp in his memory, Jon almost wanted a replay. He wondered if maybe that was why he chose the office as their meeting place, if maybe subconsciously he wanted Spencer, really wanted him, and he was giving himself a second chance to say yes.
Before Jon had time to fully delve into what his subconscious choices meant, there was a knock on the door. A tiny shock of something very much like anticipation shot through Jon, and his voice seemed to crack the tiniest bit as he croaked, “Come in.”
The door opened and there Spencer was, decked out in tight jeans and a simple, thin t-shirt. Jon idly wondered what it would feel like, wondered if Spencer’s skin would be cool underneath the nearly transparent cotton.
“So, you got the proofs?” Spencer asked. His voice didn’t seem to have an underlying current of seduction. It wasn’t even coy, and Jon suppressed his sudden disappointment as Spencer pulled over an extra chair and sat down next to Jon. Their skin wasn’t even touching.
“Um, yeah,” Jon said, pulling himself out of his mind, trying not to think of the last time when Spencer was sitting on his lap and not on another chair. “So.” He cleared his throat. He was a little lost here, unsure of how to go on with Spencer not making any sort of come on like he had expected. “I was thinking that this was a really good shot.”
He let his finger rest underneath a photo of Spencer with his hips cocked out, eyes lidded as his hands were caressing inside his pants, a bulge visible, teasing the viewer. Jon should know, he had been looking at these pictures closely. To find the best ones, of course.
“It has great light,” Jon said, letting his eyes wash over the slight shadows, the curves and the angles. “It has a nice sultry look. You look in control and desperate at the same time.”
Jon couldn’t help the way his voice came out, couldn’t help the tiny peaks of suggestion, but Spencer apparently didn’t seem to notice as he grabbed the glossy paper from Jon.
“I like it,” he said. “But I think that we should do more than one photo. Don’t want Pete getting bored.” He grabbed a couple of other sheets and looked through them. “Maybe one of these on the bed,” he said, pointing to one of Jon’s favorites. He liked the way the sheet fell. “And this one.”
“Sure,” Jon agreed. “We could take some more pictures if you wanted. Something more explicit maybe? I have some ideas.” He willed his face not to flush as he thought of some of those ideas and exactly how much time he had spent thinking about them.
“No, this should be fine,” Spencer said. He shot Jon a quick smile. “Thanks for doing this, Jon.”
And this, Jon knew, was it. This was when Spencer would lean over, would make a move. His body tensed up just a little as he thought of it. He still didn’t know if he would push Spencer away like he should. He didn’t know if he wanted to.
But instead, Spencer just got up from his chair. “Well, I guess I’ll see you later,” he said.
Jon didn’t respond. He was too taken aback as he watched Spencer walk out the door, leaving Jon behind. It didn’t make sense. Jon didn’t understand.
He huffed and gathered up the pictures.
For some reason, it seemed that Spencer no longer wanted him. Maybe it had really only been a one time thing. That was good. It was good that Spencer didn’t want to make this whole sexual tension thing a big deal, but Jon couldn’t help but wonder why Spencer didn’t want him anymore.
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