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To: supergrover24
From: frek
Title: Forget all I Knew, Now it's Just You
Rating: NC17
Characters: Spencer/Jon
Word Count: 2000
Warnings: I may have taken some factual liberties. But this is fanfiction - who doesn't?
Disclaimer: So totally didn't happen.
Summary: The first time Jon played a show with Panic, he forgot half the notes.
Notes: Thanks to F and M for the beta and look over! J - This was actually more difficult to write than I had thought. I seriously went through four or five different stories before finally finishing this one. I tried my best to hit your kinks; I hope you enjoy it! <333
The first time Jon played a show with Panic, he forgot half the notes. He knew the songs backward and forward; he could hum his parts in his sleep. He could even sing along to Ryan's crazy lyrics. Of course, knowing the songs wasn't his problem. Playing them was. Or, more precisely, playing them without getting distracted. In his time helping out with The Academy Is... and subbing in their sets, he never had a problem being distracted. He never let his mind wander from the task at hand; he was great at being on stage and performing. At least until he joined Panic! at the Disco. Until he met Spencer.
Spencer just so happened to be someone who could make Jon forget anything that he had meant to be doing. There had been moments when Jon had his mind set on a task, walking his dog or writing down a new and Spencer walked into his field of vision and his task was forgotten for another one entirely. Usually one that involved tongues and fingers in hair and hips crashing together.
It really wasn't his fault, Jon often reasoned with himself. He couldn't help it. Spencer had those 'do me' hips that he really couldn't forget. And don't get him started on Spencer's pouty little mouth - how many times did Jon find himself dreaming about those lips wrapped around his cock? And always at the most inopportune times. Like standing on a stage in front of a crowd. It was really difficult to play with an erection, Jon realized. It was also equally difficult remembering the notes to The Only Difference... when Spencer tossed his head back, his mouth open and eyes closed. Sometimes, Jon thought, Spencer did that just to screw with him. Most of the time, he just enjoyed it.
- - -
It had started innocently enough. Quick glances while practicing together, eyes meeting and quickly darting in another direction. Awkward conversations that he tried to chalk up to being new to the band. Eventually, though, Jon admitted to himself that these glances and conversations were caused by something very different. As they got more and more comfortable with each other, Jon knew he was somehow falling for Spencer. Maybe not in love, but lust wasn't out of the question.
The first time they had sex was amazing. Jon still can't help but smile when he remembers it. They had just finished another practice and Brendon and Ryan left pretty quickly afterward, leaving Jon and Spencer alone. They spent several minutes in silence, cleaning up their equipment, seemingly avoiding conversation. When Jon finally decided to say something, so did Spencer. A jumble of words came out and they both stopped and laughed. After several tries, Jon went first. He asked Spencer out for drinks. Spencer declined, he was really looking forward to going home, but Jon could come back with him if he liked. His mouth was curved into a small smile, his eyes calculating. Jon could sense Spencer's thoughts. He had an idea that they were very similar to his own.
They found their way back to Spencer's place, where he had a room in the basement. Grabbing a couple of drinks from a fridge on the way through the house, Spencer led Jon to his room. It was a typical room. Clothes were tossed here and there, a rack of cd's ran along one wall and a drum kit sat in a corner, posters from several bands littered the walls, many of Blink 182. The only places really clear of clothes were Spencer's bed and his kit. It was obvious the areas that he actually used. Jon dropped onto the bed, taking his drink from Spencer. "So, this is your space, yeah?" Jon mentally slapped himself, he was really awful at small talk.
Spencer nodded, taking a sip of his own drink. "At least until I can move out." He stood there awkwardly for a few seconds before finally sitting down beside Jon. A little closer than he had initially intended, Jon guessed. But what was done was done and Jon finally had Spencer close enough to touch him, to kiss him.
Just as thoughts were beginning to slip through Jon's head, Spencer had already acted. His lips were on Jon's, pressing hard, his drink forgotten on the floor. Jon's eyes widened as Spencer pressed against him, but only a moment. As Spencer's lips parted and his tongue flicked out against Jon's, he relaxed into the kiss. They sat like that for what seemed like a long time, mouths working against each other, tongues touching, sending chills down Jon's spine. God, it had been a very long time since anyone had made Jon feel like that with just a kiss.
Before he knew it, they were both lying on the bed, hips pressed together and hands grabbing for whatever they could hold onto. Their shirts were quickly off and Spencer took that moment to lean down and run his tongue in circles around Jon's nipple. His teeth grazed the tender flesh just lightly, making Jon buck against him. Spencer looked up at him as he did this, he was smiling wide, clearly enjoying it. Jon smiled back, at least he tried to. Spencer was already running his hand down the front of his jeans, fingers pulling the zipper down, reaching in for his cock. The smile he had tried to make quickly became a moan as Spencer found what he was looking for.
Jon nearly came right then as Spencer's fingers moved along his cock, the sensations suddenly intense. He bit his lip. Hard. He could taste the blood as he did this, but the feeling had subsided to a dull roar. Just enough for him to handle without losing it all.
Spencer smiled again, tossing Jon's jeans and boxers aside and pulling his own off. He bent over and ran his tongue along the length of Jon's cock, sucking the head into his mouth before taking it all the way in. And, really, how was he able to do that? Jon couldn't think at all, his mind was screaming, but only one thing. Spencer. He pushed his hips up, pressing his cock into Spencer's mouth, the warm, moist feeling making him incoherent. He pawed a hand through Spencer's hair, grabbing it and holding him there, wanting him to make him come.
Spencer wasn't ready for that though. He had other plans, it seemed. Once Jon got grabby, Spencer pulled off, wiping his hand across his mouth, his lips wet with spit and pre-come. This time, he wasn't smiling. His eyes were dark now, hungry, and they were focused entirely on Jon. He didn't speak loudly, his voice was hoarse. "Roll over," was all he said. Jon nodded, unable to reply. He simply did as he was told. And was rewarded for it.
Spencer directed Jon to spread his legs and get on his knees. Jon got into position and Spencer started with his hands. His amazing hands, Jon thought. He ran his fingers along Jon's hips, cupping the cheeks of his ass and then reaching around and running along his cock. Finally, Spencer settled a hand on each cheek and spread them. He followed that with his tongue. And suddenly Jon was moaning and shaking once more as the sensations rolled through his body. Jon didn't think on it at the time - really how could he? - but Spencer was good at this. Very good. His tongue worked it's way around Jon's opening before pressing against it and slowly, inside it. The pressure and sensation of Spencer's tongue fucking him, made Jon cry out, much louder than he had anticipated. Jon got shushed by way of a sharp slap to his ass before Spencer went back to the task at hand. Spencer once again began to swirl his tongue around his opening and continued to press it inside of him until Jon couldn't help but touch himself in response. He was nearly out of his mind with these sensations and really just wanted nothing more than to finally come. And he almost did. Except once more, Spencer stopped when he was just short of going over the edge. And, really, Jon wasn't sure he was going to be able to handle another moment of Spencer's special brand of torture.
Except this time, Spencer replaced his tongue with a cool, slick finger, one that pressed inside him deeper, curling against his prostate, making him cry out again. Spencer simply shhhed him this time. He followed the first finger with another, the two fingers sliding in together, pushing past the band of muscle, caused Jon to tense up, but only momentarily. Spencer was careful and sure. He began to move his fingers together inside Jon. Jon squirmed and moaned, quieter this time. The blood rushing in his ears as he tried not to lose himself to it all. And then Spencer added another finger. It was all Jon could do not to beg. But he did anyway. "Please, Spencer," he begged, breathless. "Fuck me. Please." He moved his hips against Spencer's fingers for emphasis. But Spencer, of course, would have his way first. He slid in a fourth finger, then, stretching Jon farther than he'd ever been stretched before. It surprised Jon, though, because it wasn't entirely uncomfortable. He moved with the fingers as they slid inside him, stretching him open, making him ready for Spencer's cock.
Finally, after so much begging, those fingers were replaced by something thicker, duller, hotter. Jon pressed against Spencer's cock, urging him to press it into him, begging him to fuck him like he had imagined so many times before. Spencer did, his hips crashing against Jon's, his cock hot inside him. Jon's hands found his own cock once again, wrapping his fingers around it, he moved them over it until he was ready to come, his muscles contracting as he finally let himself go. Hot come spilling over his fingers, his eyes closed tight as he was blinded by stars. And he could feel Spencer coming inside him too, his muscles tense as he finally stilled. A small gasp escaping his lips as he came.
Spencer pulled out after a moment, allowing Jon to collapse on his back. Spencer joined him slowly, lying along side Jon. His eyes were heavy, sated. He had a dreamy sort of expression on his face. He took Jon's hand, still wet with come and started to suck it off, taking each finger in his mouth and finally snaking his tongue over the palm and back of the hand, until he was clean. Jon managed a half smile as he watched this, the sight hotter than he ever thought possible. Spencer leaned in and kissed Jon, then, pressing his tongue into Jon's mouth so that Jon could taste himself. It was strangely erotic, Jon thought, as he pulled back, his eyes focused on Spencer's.
They stayed up for a short while longer, talking quietly, laughing. Eventually, though, Spencer started to drift off, his words becoming strange and nonsensical. Jon watched him as he fell asleep, his face relaxed, his mouth curved into a contented smile. He laid that way until his own eyelids grew heavy, when he finally wrapped his arm around Spencer and pulled him close for the night. Breathing deep, Jon drifted off, the smell of ivory soap surrounding him.
- - -
The next morning they woke up, still tired but happy, tangled up in each other's arms and legs. Jon's hair was a mess and Spencer's wasn't much better. Jon didn't care, though, because he was beside Spencer and hard. He looked at Spencer as he opened his eyes and his lips curved into a smile. He knew the perfect way to wake up after a hard night's practice, and from what he could tell, Spencer agreed.
From: frek
Title: Forget all I Knew, Now it's Just You
Rating: NC17
Characters: Spencer/Jon
Word Count: 2000
Warnings: I may have taken some factual liberties. But this is fanfiction - who doesn't?
Disclaimer: So totally didn't happen.
Summary: The first time Jon played a show with Panic, he forgot half the notes.
Notes: Thanks to F and M for the beta and look over! J - This was actually more difficult to write than I had thought. I seriously went through four or five different stories before finally finishing this one. I tried my best to hit your kinks; I hope you enjoy it! <333
The first time Jon played a show with Panic, he forgot half the notes. He knew the songs backward and forward; he could hum his parts in his sleep. He could even sing along to Ryan's crazy lyrics. Of course, knowing the songs wasn't his problem. Playing them was. Or, more precisely, playing them without getting distracted. In his time helping out with The Academy Is... and subbing in their sets, he never had a problem being distracted. He never let his mind wander from the task at hand; he was great at being on stage and performing. At least until he joined Panic! at the Disco. Until he met Spencer.
Spencer just so happened to be someone who could make Jon forget anything that he had meant to be doing. There had been moments when Jon had his mind set on a task, walking his dog or writing down a new and Spencer walked into his field of vision and his task was forgotten for another one entirely. Usually one that involved tongues and fingers in hair and hips crashing together.
It really wasn't his fault, Jon often reasoned with himself. He couldn't help it. Spencer had those 'do me' hips that he really couldn't forget. And don't get him started on Spencer's pouty little mouth - how many times did Jon find himself dreaming about those lips wrapped around his cock? And always at the most inopportune times. Like standing on a stage in front of a crowd. It was really difficult to play with an erection, Jon realized. It was also equally difficult remembering the notes to The Only Difference... when Spencer tossed his head back, his mouth open and eyes closed. Sometimes, Jon thought, Spencer did that just to screw with him. Most of the time, he just enjoyed it.
- - -
It had started innocently enough. Quick glances while practicing together, eyes meeting and quickly darting in another direction. Awkward conversations that he tried to chalk up to being new to the band. Eventually, though, Jon admitted to himself that these glances and conversations were caused by something very different. As they got more and more comfortable with each other, Jon knew he was somehow falling for Spencer. Maybe not in love, but lust wasn't out of the question.
The first time they had sex was amazing. Jon still can't help but smile when he remembers it. They had just finished another practice and Brendon and Ryan left pretty quickly afterward, leaving Jon and Spencer alone. They spent several minutes in silence, cleaning up their equipment, seemingly avoiding conversation. When Jon finally decided to say something, so did Spencer. A jumble of words came out and they both stopped and laughed. After several tries, Jon went first. He asked Spencer out for drinks. Spencer declined, he was really looking forward to going home, but Jon could come back with him if he liked. His mouth was curved into a small smile, his eyes calculating. Jon could sense Spencer's thoughts. He had an idea that they were very similar to his own.
They found their way back to Spencer's place, where he had a room in the basement. Grabbing a couple of drinks from a fridge on the way through the house, Spencer led Jon to his room. It was a typical room. Clothes were tossed here and there, a rack of cd's ran along one wall and a drum kit sat in a corner, posters from several bands littered the walls, many of Blink 182. The only places really clear of clothes were Spencer's bed and his kit. It was obvious the areas that he actually used. Jon dropped onto the bed, taking his drink from Spencer. "So, this is your space, yeah?" Jon mentally slapped himself, he was really awful at small talk.
Spencer nodded, taking a sip of his own drink. "At least until I can move out." He stood there awkwardly for a few seconds before finally sitting down beside Jon. A little closer than he had initially intended, Jon guessed. But what was done was done and Jon finally had Spencer close enough to touch him, to kiss him.
Just as thoughts were beginning to slip through Jon's head, Spencer had already acted. His lips were on Jon's, pressing hard, his drink forgotten on the floor. Jon's eyes widened as Spencer pressed against him, but only a moment. As Spencer's lips parted and his tongue flicked out against Jon's, he relaxed into the kiss. They sat like that for what seemed like a long time, mouths working against each other, tongues touching, sending chills down Jon's spine. God, it had been a very long time since anyone had made Jon feel like that with just a kiss.
Before he knew it, they were both lying on the bed, hips pressed together and hands grabbing for whatever they could hold onto. Their shirts were quickly off and Spencer took that moment to lean down and run his tongue in circles around Jon's nipple. His teeth grazed the tender flesh just lightly, making Jon buck against him. Spencer looked up at him as he did this, he was smiling wide, clearly enjoying it. Jon smiled back, at least he tried to. Spencer was already running his hand down the front of his jeans, fingers pulling the zipper down, reaching in for his cock. The smile he had tried to make quickly became a moan as Spencer found what he was looking for.
Jon nearly came right then as Spencer's fingers moved along his cock, the sensations suddenly intense. He bit his lip. Hard. He could taste the blood as he did this, but the feeling had subsided to a dull roar. Just enough for him to handle without losing it all.
Spencer smiled again, tossing Jon's jeans and boxers aside and pulling his own off. He bent over and ran his tongue along the length of Jon's cock, sucking the head into his mouth before taking it all the way in. And, really, how was he able to do that? Jon couldn't think at all, his mind was screaming, but only one thing. Spencer. He pushed his hips up, pressing his cock into Spencer's mouth, the warm, moist feeling making him incoherent. He pawed a hand through Spencer's hair, grabbing it and holding him there, wanting him to make him come.
Spencer wasn't ready for that though. He had other plans, it seemed. Once Jon got grabby, Spencer pulled off, wiping his hand across his mouth, his lips wet with spit and pre-come. This time, he wasn't smiling. His eyes were dark now, hungry, and they were focused entirely on Jon. He didn't speak loudly, his voice was hoarse. "Roll over," was all he said. Jon nodded, unable to reply. He simply did as he was told. And was rewarded for it.
Spencer directed Jon to spread his legs and get on his knees. Jon got into position and Spencer started with his hands. His amazing hands, Jon thought. He ran his fingers along Jon's hips, cupping the cheeks of his ass and then reaching around and running along his cock. Finally, Spencer settled a hand on each cheek and spread them. He followed that with his tongue. And suddenly Jon was moaning and shaking once more as the sensations rolled through his body. Jon didn't think on it at the time - really how could he? - but Spencer was good at this. Very good. His tongue worked it's way around Jon's opening before pressing against it and slowly, inside it. The pressure and sensation of Spencer's tongue fucking him, made Jon cry out, much louder than he had anticipated. Jon got shushed by way of a sharp slap to his ass before Spencer went back to the task at hand. Spencer once again began to swirl his tongue around his opening and continued to press it inside of him until Jon couldn't help but touch himself in response. He was nearly out of his mind with these sensations and really just wanted nothing more than to finally come. And he almost did. Except once more, Spencer stopped when he was just short of going over the edge. And, really, Jon wasn't sure he was going to be able to handle another moment of Spencer's special brand of torture.
Except this time, Spencer replaced his tongue with a cool, slick finger, one that pressed inside him deeper, curling against his prostate, making him cry out again. Spencer simply shhhed him this time. He followed the first finger with another, the two fingers sliding in together, pushing past the band of muscle, caused Jon to tense up, but only momentarily. Spencer was careful and sure. He began to move his fingers together inside Jon. Jon squirmed and moaned, quieter this time. The blood rushing in his ears as he tried not to lose himself to it all. And then Spencer added another finger. It was all Jon could do not to beg. But he did anyway. "Please, Spencer," he begged, breathless. "Fuck me. Please." He moved his hips against Spencer's fingers for emphasis. But Spencer, of course, would have his way first. He slid in a fourth finger, then, stretching Jon farther than he'd ever been stretched before. It surprised Jon, though, because it wasn't entirely uncomfortable. He moved with the fingers as they slid inside him, stretching him open, making him ready for Spencer's cock.
Finally, after so much begging, those fingers were replaced by something thicker, duller, hotter. Jon pressed against Spencer's cock, urging him to press it into him, begging him to fuck him like he had imagined so many times before. Spencer did, his hips crashing against Jon's, his cock hot inside him. Jon's hands found his own cock once again, wrapping his fingers around it, he moved them over it until he was ready to come, his muscles contracting as he finally let himself go. Hot come spilling over his fingers, his eyes closed tight as he was blinded by stars. And he could feel Spencer coming inside him too, his muscles tense as he finally stilled. A small gasp escaping his lips as he came.
Spencer pulled out after a moment, allowing Jon to collapse on his back. Spencer joined him slowly, lying along side Jon. His eyes were heavy, sated. He had a dreamy sort of expression on his face. He took Jon's hand, still wet with come and started to suck it off, taking each finger in his mouth and finally snaking his tongue over the palm and back of the hand, until he was clean. Jon managed a half smile as he watched this, the sight hotter than he ever thought possible. Spencer leaned in and kissed Jon, then, pressing his tongue into Jon's mouth so that Jon could taste himself. It was strangely erotic, Jon thought, as he pulled back, his eyes focused on Spencer's.
They stayed up for a short while longer, talking quietly, laughing. Eventually, though, Spencer started to drift off, his words becoming strange and nonsensical. Jon watched him as he fell asleep, his face relaxed, his mouth curved into a contented smile. He laid that way until his own eyelids grew heavy, when he finally wrapped his arm around Spencer and pulled him close for the night. Breathing deep, Jon drifted off, the smell of ivory soap surrounding him.
- - -
The next morning they woke up, still tired but happy, tangled up in each other's arms and legs. Jon's hair was a mess and Spencer's wasn't much better. Jon didn't care, though, because he was beside Spencer and hard. He looked at Spencer as he opened his eyes and his lips curved into a smile. He knew the perfect way to wake up after a hard night's practice, and from what he could tell, Spencer agreed.