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What do I do when I'm not spazzing over art? I talk to 1001cranes about Jon Walker and my abosolutely epic love for him.
Exhibit A:
sunshinepill: i kind of love jon walker past the point of what can be sane for someone i'll probably never meet.
1001cranes: *nodnod*
sunshinepill: i can't feel bad about it, though
sunshinepill: and omigod, so, honestly? i need to stop watching interviews. because his lisp makes me giggle with glee.
sunshinepill: I AM FULL OF JWALK GIGGLY GLEE
1001cranes: I KNOOOOOOOW
1001cranes: WHO ISN'T
sunshinepill: CRAZY PEOPLE
sunshinepill: PEOPLE CRAZIER THAN US
1001cranes: WOT
1001cranes: THIS PEOPLE DO NOT EXIST
1001cranes: CLEARLY
1001cranes: JWALK INSPIRES GLEE IN ALL
sunshinepill: OMIGOD I KNOW
sunshinepill: I'M SO FULL OF GLEE I'VE RUN OUT OF WAYS TO AGREE WITH YOU
sunshinepill: <33333333333
(LJ-ify your IMs before pasting!)
And then I write fic about him being super!gay with Spencer Smith because I'm just that depraved and somehow it seemed less creepy than writing his name and drawing little pink hearts around it. (We know it's not true. Really. But when they're doing interviews looking like the cutest widdle lumberjacks ever, it's only natural that one allows one's imagination to wander.)
Exhibit B:
Title: Only Human
Author: sunshinepill
Rating: PG-13
Fandom/Pairing: PatD, Jon/Spencer.
Summary: Can you blame Jon for wanting Spencer's sex? Really?
Disclaimer: Not true, don't sue. Also? Not mine. At all. Ever.
A/N: Thanks to 1001cranes, fairestcat and measuringlife for the read throughs. It's ridiculously short, but I'm ridiculously paranoid. You guys rock <3
It's like the hip tilt that broke the Jon's will power and he doesn't know how to stop the flood, this rush of want/need that runs through him at the sight of Spencer. Seeing Spencer drum or laugh or yell or sleep or smile or breathe or... Anything. Everything. And really, can you blame him? Jon is a man of many talents and strengths, but he's still just a man. Just human.
So when they're sharing a room together and he's watching Spencer watch himself brush his teeth, hip cocked to the side, you really can't blame him for staring. For wanting to touchtastefeelkiss. To Jon's credit, he does wait until Spencer's had a chance to spit, rinse his mouth out again. But after that, it seems incredibly fair that he's taking the steps to close the space between them. Logical, even. It's just seconds, but it feels like full forevers before he's close enough. An eternity until he's turning Spencer to him, kissing him, licking away at traces of toothpaste and mouthwash.
"...What the fucking hell?" Spencer mumbles, breathless and minty fresh, but the words don't connect. He sounds hazy and far away, and his eyes are glazed. It's almost the reason Jon smiles. The reason he does smile is at the realization that Spencer hasn't pushed him away, that he sounds confused, not angry, and Jon has to say it then. Has to ask, "Can you blame me? Really?" the whispered words gusting warm air against the shell of Spencer's ear. And then Jon's pressing Spencer up against the wall and mouthing at his neck, hands gripping his hips, pressing them flush together. Spencer moans into the kiss and Jon echoes the sound, eyes fluttering shut.
"Can. You. Blame me?" Jon mumbles against Spencer's now kiss swollen lips. Spencer's shaking his head, but Jon knows it's at nothing he's said, and when Jon kisses him again, Spencer's hands come up to rest (just barely) on his arms. "For wanting you. I want you. Want you." Jon is breathless, mindless with it.
"Jon," Spencer, breathes. He says Jon's name like it means something, like it's the answer to every question he'll ever be able to think of. When Jon says Spencer's name, it sounds the same
Exhibit A:
sunshinepill: i kind of love jon walker past the point of what can be sane for someone i'll probably never meet.
1001cranes: *nodnod*
sunshinepill: i can't feel bad about it, though
sunshinepill: and omigod, so, honestly? i need to stop watching interviews. because his lisp makes me giggle with glee.
sunshinepill: I AM FULL OF JWALK GIGGLY GLEE
1001cranes: I KNOOOOOOOW
1001cranes: WHO ISN'T
sunshinepill: CRAZY PEOPLE
sunshinepill: PEOPLE CRAZIER THAN US
1001cranes: WOT
1001cranes: THIS PEOPLE DO NOT EXIST
1001cranes: CLEARLY
1001cranes: JWALK INSPIRES GLEE IN ALL
sunshinepill: OMIGOD I KNOW
sunshinepill: I'M SO FULL OF GLEE I'VE RUN OUT OF WAYS TO AGREE WITH YOU
sunshinepill: <33333333333
(LJ-ify your IMs before pasting!)
And then I write fic about him being super!gay with Spencer Smith because I'm just that depraved and somehow it seemed less creepy than writing his name and drawing little pink hearts around it. (We know it's not true. Really. But when they're doing interviews looking like the cutest widdle lumberjacks ever, it's only natural that one allows one's imagination to wander.)
Exhibit B:
Title: Only Human
Author: sunshinepill
Rating: PG-13
Fandom/Pairing: PatD, Jon/Spencer.
Summary: Can you blame Jon for wanting Spencer's sex? Really?
Disclaimer: Not true, don't sue. Also? Not mine. At all. Ever.
A/N: Thanks to 1001cranes, fairestcat and measuringlife for the read throughs. It's ridiculously short, but I'm ridiculously paranoid. You guys rock <3
It's like the hip tilt that broke the Jon's will power and he doesn't know how to stop the flood, this rush of want/need that runs through him at the sight of Spencer. Seeing Spencer drum or laugh or yell or sleep or smile or breathe or... Anything. Everything. And really, can you blame him? Jon is a man of many talents and strengths, but he's still just a man. Just human.
So when they're sharing a room together and he's watching Spencer watch himself brush his teeth, hip cocked to the side, you really can't blame him for staring. For wanting to touchtastefeelkiss. To Jon's credit, he does wait until Spencer's had a chance to spit, rinse his mouth out again. But after that, it seems incredibly fair that he's taking the steps to close the space between them. Logical, even. It's just seconds, but it feels like full forevers before he's close enough. An eternity until he's turning Spencer to him, kissing him, licking away at traces of toothpaste and mouthwash.
"...What the fucking hell?" Spencer mumbles, breathless and minty fresh, but the words don't connect. He sounds hazy and far away, and his eyes are glazed. It's almost the reason Jon smiles. The reason he does smile is at the realization that Spencer hasn't pushed him away, that he sounds confused, not angry, and Jon has to say it then. Has to ask, "Can you blame me? Really?" the whispered words gusting warm air against the shell of Spencer's ear. And then Jon's pressing Spencer up against the wall and mouthing at his neck, hands gripping his hips, pressing them flush together. Spencer moans into the kiss and Jon echoes the sound, eyes fluttering shut.
"Can. You. Blame me?" Jon mumbles against Spencer's now kiss swollen lips. Spencer's shaking his head, but Jon knows it's at nothing he's said, and when Jon kisses him again, Spencer's hands come up to rest (just barely) on his arms. "For wanting you. I want you. Want you." Jon is breathless, mindless with it.
"Jon," Spencer, breathes. He says Jon's name like it means something, like it's the answer to every question he'll ever be able to think of. When Jon says Spencer's name, it sounds the same