Spiked Eggnog and Mistletoe (Tom Conrad/Spencer Smith)
Title: Spiked Eggnog and Mistletoe
Author: ninasfic
Rating: R
Pairing: Tom Conrad/Spencer Smith
POV: Third person limited, Tom
Summary: Tom Conrad has always had a crush on Spencer. When he sees him at the Christmas party, he can’t ignore it any more.
Disclaimer: If I owned any of these beautiful boys, I would never leave my bedroom. All events contained herein are fictional.
Beta: My friend Mag, who does not have an LJ.
Author Notes:This is a Christmas fic for sharpisignature. (I tried to set up the link to her username and LJ keeps eating it). I really really hope she likes it, I’m not at all sure it was what she wanted. I know we agreed on two pages, I’m sorry!
Holiday parties, as a rule, were not Tom’s favorite kind of parties. There was a strange feeling surrounding them, a feeling that you shouldn’t really be there, because it was Christmas and you should be at home with your family. This particular party was worse than most, because Tom actually shouldn’t be there. It was the Fueled by Ramen party, and Tom was officially no longer a member of any Fueled by Ramen band.
So why was he there? Well, that was the question that Tom kept asking himself. Between the dark glares from William, the surreal conversation with his replacement (some Australian guy) and the awkward “So what is it you’re doing now?” conversation repeated over and over again, Tom was beginning to wonder why he’d accepted Jon’s invitation at all.
Then Spencer walked in, and Tom remembered.
Tom had always been a believer in love at first sight. He had always sort of hoped that it would happen to him, that one day he’d see a girl haloed in light and he’d just know. No matter what happened, she would be the girl for him.
Admittedly, he had always figured he’d be single when it happened. And he’d always assumed the girl in question would feel the same way, that it would be a mutual lightning bolt. If he was completely honest, he had also thought that the girl would be…well…a girl.
”I’m Spencer Smith. I play the drums.”
“Tom Conrad. Guitar.”
One handshake later, and the angel chorus faded, leaving Tom to wonder if he’d just imagined the whole thing.
Spencer looked unsurprisingly gorgeous. He’d gradually become the sort of guy who was comfortable at these things, although he didn’t flit from group to group the way Brendon did. Spencer had a kind of presence about him, people noticed when he was there even when he didn’t say anything. It had always impressed Tom.
Tom poured himself another drink of eggnog spiked with god-knows-what. He smiled when he saw Jon. “Dude, I thought you’d never get here. It’s been fucking awkward.” Tom murmured, keeping his voice low.
“Sorry man. Traffic.” Jon waved at Gabe across the room, grinning. “Don’t even worry about it. Spence is here, and he’s the real reason you came anyway.” Jon winked.
Tom blinked. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
”I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Tom held his camera between himself and Brendon like a protective shield.
“Come on! Jon, back me up here.” Brendon clicked through the images on Tom’s laptop, all the pictures Tom had taken while he followed them on tour. “Spencer, Spencer, Spencer, Spencer, Ryan and Spencer, Spencer, you, Spencer, me…all he ever takes pictures of is Spencer!”
Jon shook his head. “I don’t see it.” He said flatly. “It’s probably just how it seems because of where he stands to take the pictures.”
Brendon flapped his hands indignantly. “It’s totally not though! Tom has some kind of…some kind of crush on Spencer! It’s ridiculous!”
“Brendon. Leave it alone.” Jon’s voice was low and dangerous, and Brendon stopped. He stared at Jon for a moment, processing.
“Oh.”
Tom poured himself another drink, leaning up against the wall. Brendon had put some kind of Santa hat on Spencer, and Spencer was laughing. Spence had a great smile and an infectious laugh. Brendon glanced over at Tom. “Oh hey, Tom’s here!”
Spencer smiled as Brendon half-dragged him over to the bar by Tom. “Hey!” Spencer held up his hand and Tom gave him a half-hearted high-five. Brendon made a disapproving face, looking between Spencer and Tom. “Oh hey, look! Mistletoe!” Brendon pointed up. Tom hadn’t noticed it before.
Spencer rolled his eyes and gave Tom a long-suffering look. “God Brendon.” He muttered. He leaned in and planted a solid kiss on Brendon’s lips. Brendon yelped and pulled back, giving Tom a horrified, apologetic look. “I didn’t…” He squeaked, turning on his heel and bolting for the other side of the room. Spencer pursed his lips. “That was weird. Even for Brendon”
Tom tried to ignore the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Of course Spencer didn’t think of him that way. Spencer had never, and probably would never, think of Tom that way. It was his own damn fault. He’d taken too long to make a move, he’d waited a stupidly long time in the hopes that things would someday just feel ‘right’ and now they never would.
“Tom, man, we need to talk.” Jon’s voice was that of a concerned friend, a friend who was trying to stage some kind of intervention and really didn’t know how to go about it.
“About what?”
“About Spencer.” Jon took a deep breath. “Look man, it…”
“Don’t.”
“Goddammit Tom are you seriously going to do this? Are you just going to put it off indefinitely? The only person who doesn’t see how you feel is Spencer!”
“I’ll tell him when it feels right, okay?”
“What if it never feels right? What if you miss out because you’re waiting for some mythical moment that never happens?”
Tom might have had a little too much to drink. Spencer was still standing with him, telling him about his shoe collection and something that Brendon had done. Tom was trying to listen, but he kept getting distracted by Spencer’s eyes and Spencer’s lips and the soft little lisp that Tom just wanted to curl up in.
“Hey look.” Tom slurred. “Mistletoe.”
Tom leaned in and kissed Spencer hungrily. He licked into Spencer’s mouth, pushing his hips back against the bar. Spencer went rigid with surprise, then melted against Tom’s body and kissed him back. Spencer’s fingers slid up into Tom’s hair and he pulled back a little, breathless. “Let’s go to the back room.”
Tom wished he’d had his camera, to capture that moment forever. Of course, a camera wouldn’t have shown the important things. The feel Spencer’s hands warm on his back as he pulled off his shirt. Spencer’s tongue, quick and clever against his neck and up under his ear. But a camera would have captured Spencer’s pale skin, illuminated in the moonlight as he stripped out of his own shirt. It would have immortalized the tension in Spencer’s arms when he pushed Tom back onto the couch, the curve of Spencer’s back when he straddled Tom’s hips and ground down against him.
Tom grabbed Spencer’s shoulders, pushing him onto his back on the couch. He kissed down his neck, biting lightly as he palmed between Spencer’s legs. Spencer moaned and Tom unzipped his too-tight jeans. He stroked Spencer slowly, kissing him and murmuring incoherently against his mouth. He felt Spencer’s hand wrap around his own cock and he moaned loudly.
“Shhh…” Spencer stroked him faster, kissing and nipping at his lower lip. “God, Tom, faster.” Spencer’s hips rocked up and his eyelashes fluttered. When Spencer came, he didn’t scream or shout or even moan, he just bit his lower lip and Tom felt warmth trickle over his fingers. Looking at Spencer, his cheeks flushed red and his lips parted slightly, it didn’t take Tom much longer to come himself.
They lay on the couch for what felt like a long time, tangled together in a warm, eggnog-scented mess. Spencer leaned in and kissed Tom lightly on the lips. “So Brendon wasn’t lying?” He asked, and Tom could feel Spencer smiling against his cheek.
“About what?”
“You do have a crush on me.”
Tom laughed a little, nervously. “Yeah.” He shifted, wrapping his arms around Spencer. “Is that okay?”
“Course it is.” Spencer was quiet for a moment, then sighed into Tom’s hair. “I wish you’d told me sooner though.”
Tom hummed, nuzzling Spencer’s neck. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Spencer toyed with Tom’s hair gently, scratching the back of his head. “Merry Christmas, Tom.”
Author: ninasfic
Rating: R
Pairing: Tom Conrad/Spencer Smith
POV: Third person limited, Tom
Summary: Tom Conrad has always had a crush on Spencer. When he sees him at the Christmas party, he can’t ignore it any more.
Disclaimer: If I owned any of these beautiful boys, I would never leave my bedroom. All events contained herein are fictional.
Beta: My friend Mag, who does not have an LJ.
Author Notes:This is a Christmas fic for sharpisignature. (I tried to set up the link to her username and LJ keeps eating it). I really really hope she likes it, I’m not at all sure it was what she wanted. I know we agreed on two pages, I’m sorry!
Holiday parties, as a rule, were not Tom’s favorite kind of parties. There was a strange feeling surrounding them, a feeling that you shouldn’t really be there, because it was Christmas and you should be at home with your family. This particular party was worse than most, because Tom actually shouldn’t be there. It was the Fueled by Ramen party, and Tom was officially no longer a member of any Fueled by Ramen band.
So why was he there? Well, that was the question that Tom kept asking himself. Between the dark glares from William, the surreal conversation with his replacement (some Australian guy) and the awkward “So what is it you’re doing now?” conversation repeated over and over again, Tom was beginning to wonder why he’d accepted Jon’s invitation at all.
Then Spencer walked in, and Tom remembered.
Tom had always been a believer in love at first sight. He had always sort of hoped that it would happen to him, that one day he’d see a girl haloed in light and he’d just know. No matter what happened, she would be the girl for him.
Admittedly, he had always figured he’d be single when it happened. And he’d always assumed the girl in question would feel the same way, that it would be a mutual lightning bolt. If he was completely honest, he had also thought that the girl would be…well…a girl.
”I’m Spencer Smith. I play the drums.”
“Tom Conrad. Guitar.”
One handshake later, and the angel chorus faded, leaving Tom to wonder if he’d just imagined the whole thing.
Spencer looked unsurprisingly gorgeous. He’d gradually become the sort of guy who was comfortable at these things, although he didn’t flit from group to group the way Brendon did. Spencer had a kind of presence about him, people noticed when he was there even when he didn’t say anything. It had always impressed Tom.
Tom poured himself another drink of eggnog spiked with god-knows-what. He smiled when he saw Jon. “Dude, I thought you’d never get here. It’s been fucking awkward.” Tom murmured, keeping his voice low.
“Sorry man. Traffic.” Jon waved at Gabe across the room, grinning. “Don’t even worry about it. Spence is here, and he’s the real reason you came anyway.” Jon winked.
Tom blinked. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
”I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Tom held his camera between himself and Brendon like a protective shield.
“Come on! Jon, back me up here.” Brendon clicked through the images on Tom’s laptop, all the pictures Tom had taken while he followed them on tour. “Spencer, Spencer, Spencer, Spencer, Ryan and Spencer, Spencer, you, Spencer, me…all he ever takes pictures of is Spencer!”
Jon shook his head. “I don’t see it.” He said flatly. “It’s probably just how it seems because of where he stands to take the pictures.”
Brendon flapped his hands indignantly. “It’s totally not though! Tom has some kind of…some kind of crush on Spencer! It’s ridiculous!”
“Brendon. Leave it alone.” Jon’s voice was low and dangerous, and Brendon stopped. He stared at Jon for a moment, processing.
“Oh.”
Tom poured himself another drink, leaning up against the wall. Brendon had put some kind of Santa hat on Spencer, and Spencer was laughing. Spence had a great smile and an infectious laugh. Brendon glanced over at Tom. “Oh hey, Tom’s here!”
Spencer smiled as Brendon half-dragged him over to the bar by Tom. “Hey!” Spencer held up his hand and Tom gave him a half-hearted high-five. Brendon made a disapproving face, looking between Spencer and Tom. “Oh hey, look! Mistletoe!” Brendon pointed up. Tom hadn’t noticed it before.
Spencer rolled his eyes and gave Tom a long-suffering look. “God Brendon.” He muttered. He leaned in and planted a solid kiss on Brendon’s lips. Brendon yelped and pulled back, giving Tom a horrified, apologetic look. “I didn’t…” He squeaked, turning on his heel and bolting for the other side of the room. Spencer pursed his lips. “That was weird. Even for Brendon”
Tom tried to ignore the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Of course Spencer didn’t think of him that way. Spencer had never, and probably would never, think of Tom that way. It was his own damn fault. He’d taken too long to make a move, he’d waited a stupidly long time in the hopes that things would someday just feel ‘right’ and now they never would.
“Tom, man, we need to talk.” Jon’s voice was that of a concerned friend, a friend who was trying to stage some kind of intervention and really didn’t know how to go about it.
“About what?”
“About Spencer.” Jon took a deep breath. “Look man, it…”
“Don’t.”
“Goddammit Tom are you seriously going to do this? Are you just going to put it off indefinitely? The only person who doesn’t see how you feel is Spencer!”
“I’ll tell him when it feels right, okay?”
“What if it never feels right? What if you miss out because you’re waiting for some mythical moment that never happens?”
Tom might have had a little too much to drink. Spencer was still standing with him, telling him about his shoe collection and something that Brendon had done. Tom was trying to listen, but he kept getting distracted by Spencer’s eyes and Spencer’s lips and the soft little lisp that Tom just wanted to curl up in.
“Hey look.” Tom slurred. “Mistletoe.”
Tom leaned in and kissed Spencer hungrily. He licked into Spencer’s mouth, pushing his hips back against the bar. Spencer went rigid with surprise, then melted against Tom’s body and kissed him back. Spencer’s fingers slid up into Tom’s hair and he pulled back a little, breathless. “Let’s go to the back room.”
Tom wished he’d had his camera, to capture that moment forever. Of course, a camera wouldn’t have shown the important things. The feel Spencer’s hands warm on his back as he pulled off his shirt. Spencer’s tongue, quick and clever against his neck and up under his ear. But a camera would have captured Spencer’s pale skin, illuminated in the moonlight as he stripped out of his own shirt. It would have immortalized the tension in Spencer’s arms when he pushed Tom back onto the couch, the curve of Spencer’s back when he straddled Tom’s hips and ground down against him.
Tom grabbed Spencer’s shoulders, pushing him onto his back on the couch. He kissed down his neck, biting lightly as he palmed between Spencer’s legs. Spencer moaned and Tom unzipped his too-tight jeans. He stroked Spencer slowly, kissing him and murmuring incoherently against his mouth. He felt Spencer’s hand wrap around his own cock and he moaned loudly.
“Shhh…” Spencer stroked him faster, kissing and nipping at his lower lip. “God, Tom, faster.” Spencer’s hips rocked up and his eyelashes fluttered. When Spencer came, he didn’t scream or shout or even moan, he just bit his lower lip and Tom felt warmth trickle over his fingers. Looking at Spencer, his cheeks flushed red and his lips parted slightly, it didn’t take Tom much longer to come himself.
They lay on the couch for what felt like a long time, tangled together in a warm, eggnog-scented mess. Spencer leaned in and kissed Tom lightly on the lips. “So Brendon wasn’t lying?” He asked, and Tom could feel Spencer smiling against his cheek.
“About what?”
“You do have a crush on me.”
Tom laughed a little, nervously. “Yeah.” He shifted, wrapping his arms around Spencer. “Is that okay?”
“Course it is.” Spencer was quiet for a moment, then sighed into Tom’s hair. “I wish you’d told me sooner though.”
Tom hummed, nuzzling Spencer’s neck. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Spencer toyed with Tom’s hair gently, scratching the back of his head. “Merry Christmas, Tom.”