joncer drabble
here, have a drabble!
It was summer, and it was hot. Spencer was there. (and now we get serious), Jon was there too. The tour bus rumbled underneath them and Spencer read his magazine, flipping through the pages of Cosmo (what? he read it for the articles... just like Brendon read Nickelodian magazine for the games...). Jon shifted beside him, glancing into the back where Ryan and Brendon had been for a while.
"What do you think they're doing?" he asked, leaning over into Spencer's space unexpectedly and resting his shoulder against Spencer's.
Spencer blinked at his quiz (he was a winter, not a summer. Jon would be an autumn, he thought) and glanced back to the bunks.
"I think we don't want to know."
Grinning, Jon somehow managed to snuggle closer. The magazine fell to Spencer's lap and he waited, feeling Jon's hand move to rest on his thigh, the barest hint of pressure as Jon leaned over, mouh hovering over Spencer's ear as he whispered, "Want to scare the shit out of them?"
Actually, Spencer didn't want to move from his spot at all, especially when Jon's hand pressed down and he could feel Jon's smile beside him. Instead, though, he paused, glancing down at Jon's hand.
"What were you thinking?"
Jon slipped forward, fingers inching down Spencer's inseam. His breath feathered over Spencer's ear, warm and soft.
"A video camera, the word 'surprise!', and youtube."
Spencer inclined his head towards Jon, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. Jon met the look with an innocent tilt of his eyebrows, but it was far from innocent as his hand slipped in Spencer's lap, fingers inching up to his belt, edging under the hem of his tee shirt, brushing over his stomach. Spencer heard the clink of the belt buckle more than he felt it. Jon's expression never wavered.
Spencer shifted, nudging his knee against Jon's. "Can we put it to really cheesy music about sex and grinding and all that crap we write about?"
"Anything you want," Jon replied, thumb sweeping under the waist of his jeans even as Spencer smirked. "We can even put it to one of our songs if you want. Guarenteed hits."
"You are a mastermind, Jon Walker," Spencer murmured, leaning into Jon's mouth as he moved forward.
"Got in the band, didn't I?" Jon replied around the kiss, mumbling the words against Spencer's bottom lip. His hand slid down into Spencer's tight jeans, stroking the trail of hair down until Spencer made a quiet noise in the back of his throat and moved, swinging a leg over to straddle Jon on the couch and settle into his lap, hips pressed tightly together. Jon's hand was still in between them, not really moving, just slid down gently, waiting.
"Got me, didn't you?" Spencer retorted, wiggling his hips down until he could feel Jon's pushing back. He smirked then, taking Jon's face in his hands and tilting it up. Licking his lips, he moved in, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, nipping at his bottom lip, tracing the edge with his tongue while Jon waited patiently; Jon was always patient.
"Yeah," Jon breathed, his free hand gripping Spencer's hip while his other hand slid down, wrapping around his cock easily.
Letting out a breath, Spencer pushed forward, mouth almost pressed to Jon's, hovering centimeters away. Biting his lip, he pushed his hips down again. His fingers curled into Jon's hair, and he whispered, "They'll kill us, you know," against his skin.
"They've been fucking for three months. It's about time someone other than us had to deal with them."
Spencer smiled, grinding his hips down as Jon's grip tightened. "Good logic."
The kiss was harder as Spencer leaned in, tilting Jon's mouth up to his and licking inside, swallowing his soft noise as he twisted his hips down, feeling the slide of Jon's warm palm, rough calluses from the bass, the little twist he put on the end. His fingers curled into the hair at the nape of Jon's neck and he rocked forward slowly, a careful build of heat and pressure in his groin. Breaking the kiss with a harsh breath, he pushed into Jon's hand, burying his face in Jon's neck.
Everything was getting warmer as he moved, quiet noises escaping as Jon's hand moved faster and his hips pushed insistently. Jon's fingers were tight over his hip and he rocked with him now, jerking him off as Spencer squirmed, hiding his face against Jon's shoulder.
"Fuck," he mumbled, pulling back and grabbing Jon into a kiss as he came so close, just a few more... few more... fuck.
"SURPRISE!"
Spencer jerked back, startled and nearly falling off Jon's lap, but Jon still had a firm grip on his hip, and his hand was still stuffed down his jeans.
Ryan and Brendon stood there, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that Jon and Spencer's guesses had been right from Brendon's mussed hair and red lips. But that wasn't what caught Spencer's attention; it was the camera in Brendon's hand and the grin on his face. It was the same grin he had when he got the last capri sun or got to pick the movie for the night and they ended up watching Aladdin for the hundredth time.
"What the fuck?" Spencer asked indignantly, looking from the camera to Brendon's grin to Ryan looking smug behind him.
Brendon shook the camera at him. "You've been fucking for over a year. It's about time someone other than us had to deal with it."
Spencer stared. Jon laughed once, but his hand was still down Spencer's pants, and he made no moves to remove it. Spencer was still hard, but things seemed to be changing rapidly.
Brendon turned to Ryan. "What do you say we set this to Lying Is The Most Fun?"
"Sounds good to me," Ryan agreed. "Guarenteed hits."
Spencer's mouth fell open as they turned to head into the back. "Brendon!" he yelled. "Get back here!"
Jon's hand was pulled out of his jeans in a second, and Spencer scrambled off his lap, running after Brendon, who broke into laughter and ran into the back, pulling the door shut.
As Jon listened to Spencer pounding on the door and shouting all sorts of viable threats through it, he just sighed and sat back, flipping on he DVD player. He didn't even bother to change it when Aladdin came on and Spencer's threats carried through the bus.
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A/N: if it sucks, sorry. and if there are mistakes, sorry. I really don't feel like spell-checking and my computer has been weird lately with typing, leaving out letters and stuff.