Take Me, Nostalgia [jon/spencer][s/a]
Title: Take Me, Nostalgia
Pairing/Character(s): Jon Walker/Spencer Smith
Rating: PG-13
Summary: For the prompt from restlesslikeme Aimless road trips. Jon and Spencer take a break. Post-PATD split, some angst.
Warning: None
Beta: camatie
Word Count: 1,409
A/N: for restlesslikeme who is absolutely lovely. Title courtesy of camatie, who is the best beta ever. Sorry it's short and a little lacking! When I was writing it there was a little more, but then I wasn't feeling it. ): Hope this is still okay, Erica!
Jon drums his fingers against the wheel as he pulls off the road and into the parking lot of the highway rest stop. He glances over at Spencer, still gazing, almost longingly, out the window.
“Need to pee?” he asks, and Spencer jumps, turning his head and blinking.
Jon smiles, suddenly unable to look away from Spencer’s eyes.
Spencer pops his gum - “Yeah.”
“Come on, then.”
Jon turns the key and the car goes quiet as Spencer slams the door and begins to walks toward the building, pulling up his jeans and half-stumbling. Jon hides a smile and follows, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets.
Jon waits for Spencer outside of the bathroom, eyeing the water fountain but unsure if he should take a drink. A little girl skips past him and tries to pull herself up onto the fountain. Jon watches, lips twitching along the edges, and he’d help her if he wouldn’t immediately be marked as a pedophile. Fortunately, a woman with short chopped hair hurries forward, helping who Jon can only assume is her daughter.
“Ready?”
Spencer’s voice shocks Jon out of his thoughts and he looks back.
“Yeah.”
Spencer snaps his gum again and smiles. “Buy me a soda,” he says, linking his arm in Jon’s arm. “And we can go to dinner.”
Jon frowns as Spencer leans against his shoulder.
“I don’t know if we’ll be able to make it to the hotel before late if we stop somewhere. Is Wendy’s okay?”
Spencer pouts and presses his nose against Jon’s skin. “I thought the point of this was to be unpredictable,” Spencer grumbles, at the same time the little girl begins to speak.
The first thing Jon notices is that she has a lisp (his guess is she recently lost a front tooth), and then he recognizes what she’s actually saying. “Mommy, do those two boys like each other?”
Spencer stiffens, though his arms tighten around Jon’s. Jon kisses his hair and murmurs, “It’s okay.”
The woman hesitates, and Jon kind of just wants to walk out.
“Yes, honey. They do.” She pauses, and Jon imagines that maybe she’s smiling. “And that’s okay. They’re just like me and Daddy, okay?”
Spencer relaxes. Jon smiles.
The little girl speaks again. “Oh. I get it!”
The girl runs past Spencer and Jon, sending them one last glance with a big toothy smile - Jon watches as she runs into your father, wrapping her arms around his leg. The woman approaches them, and Jon can’t help but notice that her eyes are blue, similar to the ice-y color of Spencer’s. Spencer twitches and looks at her too.
“I’m sorry about that,” the woman says, smiling with hesitation. “Kids are curious.”
“It’s no problem,” Jon says, adjusting himself so his arm’s around Spencer’s waist. “We get that sometimes. Thank you.”
The woman smiles, less hesitant. “No, thank you. I’m glad I got to find a real life example so early…” The woman laughs. “Sorry, that sounds terrible. But, well…have a nice evening.”
“You, too,” Jon says, rubbing his thumb against Spencer’s hip without really thinking about it.
“Thank you,” Spencer says, his first words of the conversation, and the woman casts one last smile at him before she turns and hurries after her family.
“Nice people are nice,” Spencer murmurs, leaning on Jon’s shoulder again.
“Come on,” he laughs. “We’ll be even later if you keep stalling.”
Spencer snorts but follows him out of the restroom area. “You’ll buy me that soda, right?” he says, with a mischievous grin.
Jon rolls his eyes. “You know it.”
--
Despite Spencer’s attempts to convince Jon to take him to Olive Garden (which is approximately a thirty minute detour from their next hotel room), Jon wins out, and they end up waiting in the Wendy’s drive-thru.
Spencer takes advantage of the fact that Jon is paying by ordering a double cheeseburger, a large Cherry Coke (totally unnecessary, and a little contradictory, considering he’s got a Diet Coke sitting on the passenger seat floor from an hour ago), and a large fry. “And I’m not sharing.”
“Fat ass,” Jon mumbles as he orders some chicken nuggets and a small fry. “And a Frosty Float.”
Spencer does a double take. “We’re allowed to have Frostys? Wait…”
Jon has already pulled up and he sticks his tongue out at Spencer. “And I’m not sharing.”
“Fuck you, Walker,” Spencer grumbles, grossing his arms.
Jon shrugs as he pays the young girl in the window, smiling at her for the fleeting moment before handing Spencer his bag.
“Have a nice day,” the girl says as she hands Jon the second bag, which has his meal. He sets the float into the cup holder next to Spencer’s Coke as Spencer yells, “You’re welcome!”
Jon swats at Spencer as he turns the car with the other hand. “Totally uncalled for,” he mutters as he rummages through the bag for a handful of fries which he stuffs in his mouth, chewing through the stoplight.
Spencer shrugs, reaching out and taking Jon’s float.
“Hey!” Jon protests as he flicks on his left turn signal, glancing between Spencer and the roads. As he turns he sighs and gives up - it was expected.
--
It’s supposed to be a trip of bonding. Kind of.
That’s at least how Jon puts it, but Spencer seems to be more interested in the sex and breaking Jon’s bank account. They step into the hotel room and Spencer sighs heavily, stumbling over to lounge on the bed. Jon sits opposite him, beginning to unbutton his shirt and throwing it on the floor.
It is now exactly 10:28 P.M., according to the digital clock besides the bed.
Spencer scoots closer to Jon and wraps his arms around Jon’s waist, breathing against the skin of his back. He kisses Jon’s hip as he gets closer, nuzzling his nose against his side. “Does that tickle?” he mumbles into his ribs, licking carefully.
Jon shrugs, though in reality he wants to squirm.
“So where are we going?” Spencer asks as he settles his head on Jon’s thigh, looking up at him. He reaches up with his arms and twines his fingers in his hair, pulling him down.
“You’re the one who wanted this to be aimless, didn’t you?” Jon whispers, mouth hovering approximately four centimeters from Spencer’s. Spencer laughs gently against his lips, pulling Jon down just a little more so that they’re kissing. They both have dry lips, tired mouths.
“Yeah, but we’ve got to have somewhere we’re going to end up…even if we don’t purposely plan to get there, right?”
Jon shrugs, sitting up as Spencer drops his hand.
“Home, I guess. We’ll always end up home.”
Spencer sighs, closing his eyes. “I’m sick of home,” he admits.
Jon rakes his fingers through Spencer’s hair - it’s the longest it’s been since 2006. Jon chuckles as he remembers early 2006, the way the other three all looked like the most awkward teenagers.
“You don’t miss Brendon?” Jon murmurs.
Spencer shrugs. “Not really. Not yet, I guess. I mean, I do, but not enough that I notice it. He’s probably hanging out with Shane and Zack and…” Spencer pauses. “D’you think maybe he and Ryan are hanging out?”
Jon shrugs again. “I can’t say. Maybe.”
“Do you hope so…?”
Jon doesn’t answer.
“Do you hate Brendon?”
Jon takes a sharp intake of breath. “…Do you hate Ryan?”
Spencer laughs. “Of course not. We may not be as close as we once were, but I will always love him. I guess it’s kind of like how Keltie felt…you know? He broke my heart, but…I still love him. It’s not in my nature…to hate anyone, I guess.”
“…Does Brendon hate me?” Jon asks quietly, still running his hands through Spencer’s hair.
Spencer laughs again, though a little sadder. “Never, Jon. You know that. Brendon doesn’t hate anything, except for whoever gave him the flu in April.”
Jon chuckles, laying down on the bed and spreading out his arms. “We used to all be best friends,” he says, and Spencer can hear the sorrow in his words.
“But then we all grew up. It’s okay, you know.”
“It’s not okay. I don’t want it to be okay. It’s…it’s not okay.”
Spencer sits up, crawling on top of Jon and kissing him lightly on the lips. “Maybe you’re absolutely right,” he allows with a sad smile. “But maybe that’s just the way things are.”
Pairing/Character(s): Jon Walker/Spencer Smith
Rating: PG-13
Summary: For the prompt from restlesslikeme Aimless road trips. Jon and Spencer take a break. Post-PATD split, some angst.
Warning: None
Beta: camatie
Word Count: 1,409
A/N: for restlesslikeme who is absolutely lovely. Title courtesy of camatie, who is the best beta ever. Sorry it's short and a little lacking! When I was writing it there was a little more, but then I wasn't feeling it. ): Hope this is still okay, Erica!
Jon drums his fingers against the wheel as he pulls off the road and into the parking lot of the highway rest stop. He glances over at Spencer, still gazing, almost longingly, out the window.
“Need to pee?” he asks, and Spencer jumps, turning his head and blinking.
Jon smiles, suddenly unable to look away from Spencer’s eyes.
Spencer pops his gum - “Yeah.”
“Come on, then.”
Jon turns the key and the car goes quiet as Spencer slams the door and begins to walks toward the building, pulling up his jeans and half-stumbling. Jon hides a smile and follows, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets.
Jon waits for Spencer outside of the bathroom, eyeing the water fountain but unsure if he should take a drink. A little girl skips past him and tries to pull herself up onto the fountain. Jon watches, lips twitching along the edges, and he’d help her if he wouldn’t immediately be marked as a pedophile. Fortunately, a woman with short chopped hair hurries forward, helping who Jon can only assume is her daughter.
“Ready?”
Spencer’s voice shocks Jon out of his thoughts and he looks back.
“Yeah.”
Spencer snaps his gum again and smiles. “Buy me a soda,” he says, linking his arm in Jon’s arm. “And we can go to dinner.”
Jon frowns as Spencer leans against his shoulder.
“I don’t know if we’ll be able to make it to the hotel before late if we stop somewhere. Is Wendy’s okay?”
Spencer pouts and presses his nose against Jon’s skin. “I thought the point of this was to be unpredictable,” Spencer grumbles, at the same time the little girl begins to speak.
The first thing Jon notices is that she has a lisp (his guess is she recently lost a front tooth), and then he recognizes what she’s actually saying. “Mommy, do those two boys like each other?”
Spencer stiffens, though his arms tighten around Jon’s. Jon kisses his hair and murmurs, “It’s okay.”
The woman hesitates, and Jon kind of just wants to walk out.
“Yes, honey. They do.” She pauses, and Jon imagines that maybe she’s smiling. “And that’s okay. They’re just like me and Daddy, okay?”
Spencer relaxes. Jon smiles.
The little girl speaks again. “Oh. I get it!”
The girl runs past Spencer and Jon, sending them one last glance with a big toothy smile - Jon watches as she runs into your father, wrapping her arms around his leg. The woman approaches them, and Jon can’t help but notice that her eyes are blue, similar to the ice-y color of Spencer’s. Spencer twitches and looks at her too.
“I’m sorry about that,” the woman says, smiling with hesitation. “Kids are curious.”
“It’s no problem,” Jon says, adjusting himself so his arm’s around Spencer’s waist. “We get that sometimes. Thank you.”
The woman smiles, less hesitant. “No, thank you. I’m glad I got to find a real life example so early…” The woman laughs. “Sorry, that sounds terrible. But, well…have a nice evening.”
“You, too,” Jon says, rubbing his thumb against Spencer’s hip without really thinking about it.
“Thank you,” Spencer says, his first words of the conversation, and the woman casts one last smile at him before she turns and hurries after her family.
“Nice people are nice,” Spencer murmurs, leaning on Jon’s shoulder again.
“Come on,” he laughs. “We’ll be even later if you keep stalling.”
Spencer snorts but follows him out of the restroom area. “You’ll buy me that soda, right?” he says, with a mischievous grin.
Jon rolls his eyes. “You know it.”
--
Despite Spencer’s attempts to convince Jon to take him to Olive Garden (which is approximately a thirty minute detour from their next hotel room), Jon wins out, and they end up waiting in the Wendy’s drive-thru.
Spencer takes advantage of the fact that Jon is paying by ordering a double cheeseburger, a large Cherry Coke (totally unnecessary, and a little contradictory, considering he’s got a Diet Coke sitting on the passenger seat floor from an hour ago), and a large fry. “And I’m not sharing.”
“Fat ass,” Jon mumbles as he orders some chicken nuggets and a small fry. “And a Frosty Float.”
Spencer does a double take. “We’re allowed to have Frostys? Wait…”
Jon has already pulled up and he sticks his tongue out at Spencer. “And I’m not sharing.”
“Fuck you, Walker,” Spencer grumbles, grossing his arms.
Jon shrugs as he pays the young girl in the window, smiling at her for the fleeting moment before handing Spencer his bag.
“Have a nice day,” the girl says as she hands Jon the second bag, which has his meal. He sets the float into the cup holder next to Spencer’s Coke as Spencer yells, “You’re welcome!”
Jon swats at Spencer as he turns the car with the other hand. “Totally uncalled for,” he mutters as he rummages through the bag for a handful of fries which he stuffs in his mouth, chewing through the stoplight.
Spencer shrugs, reaching out and taking Jon’s float.
“Hey!” Jon protests as he flicks on his left turn signal, glancing between Spencer and the roads. As he turns he sighs and gives up - it was expected.
--
It’s supposed to be a trip of bonding. Kind of.
That’s at least how Jon puts it, but Spencer seems to be more interested in the sex and breaking Jon’s bank account. They step into the hotel room and Spencer sighs heavily, stumbling over to lounge on the bed. Jon sits opposite him, beginning to unbutton his shirt and throwing it on the floor.
It is now exactly 10:28 P.M., according to the digital clock besides the bed.
Spencer scoots closer to Jon and wraps his arms around Jon’s waist, breathing against the skin of his back. He kisses Jon’s hip as he gets closer, nuzzling his nose against his side. “Does that tickle?” he mumbles into his ribs, licking carefully.
Jon shrugs, though in reality he wants to squirm.
“So where are we going?” Spencer asks as he settles his head on Jon’s thigh, looking up at him. He reaches up with his arms and twines his fingers in his hair, pulling him down.
“You’re the one who wanted this to be aimless, didn’t you?” Jon whispers, mouth hovering approximately four centimeters from Spencer’s. Spencer laughs gently against his lips, pulling Jon down just a little more so that they’re kissing. They both have dry lips, tired mouths.
“Yeah, but we’ve got to have somewhere we’re going to end up…even if we don’t purposely plan to get there, right?”
Jon shrugs, sitting up as Spencer drops his hand.
“Home, I guess. We’ll always end up home.”
Spencer sighs, closing his eyes. “I’m sick of home,” he admits.
Jon rakes his fingers through Spencer’s hair - it’s the longest it’s been since 2006. Jon chuckles as he remembers early 2006, the way the other three all looked like the most awkward teenagers.
“You don’t miss Brendon?” Jon murmurs.
Spencer shrugs. “Not really. Not yet, I guess. I mean, I do, but not enough that I notice it. He’s probably hanging out with Shane and Zack and…” Spencer pauses. “D’you think maybe he and Ryan are hanging out?”
Jon shrugs again. “I can’t say. Maybe.”
“Do you hope so…?”
Jon doesn’t answer.
“Do you hate Brendon?”
Jon takes a sharp intake of breath. “…Do you hate Ryan?”
Spencer laughs. “Of course not. We may not be as close as we once were, but I will always love him. I guess it’s kind of like how Keltie felt…you know? He broke my heart, but…I still love him. It’s not in my nature…to hate anyone, I guess.”
“…Does Brendon hate me?” Jon asks quietly, still running his hands through Spencer’s hair.
Spencer laughs again, though a little sadder. “Never, Jon. You know that. Brendon doesn’t hate anything, except for whoever gave him the flu in April.”
Jon chuckles, laying down on the bed and spreading out his arms. “We used to all be best friends,” he says, and Spencer can hear the sorrow in his words.
“But then we all grew up. It’s okay, you know.”
“It’s not okay. I don’t want it to be okay. It’s…it’s not okay.”
Spencer sits up, crawling on top of Jon and kissing him lightly on the lips. “Maybe you’re absolutely right,” he allows with a sad smile. “But maybe that’s just the way things are.”