Con tus manos
Con tus manos
870 // PG
for may 08 07.
This is sort of a companion piece to Turn of the Century. Last night, joyfacedown bribed me to write this fic. She wanted at least 800 words for this prompt involving Jon, Spencer, and palm reading by Wednesday. The title is Spanish for "With Your Hands"; I chose a Spanish title because joyfacedown's first language is Spanish, and it's my second language and I don't use it often enough. (The story is in English, though.) Para Joyce, siempre con amor.
At 3 a.m., the bus is rolling through somewhere between Hartford and Philadelphia, and Jon and Spencer are still awake. Jon is playing whatever it is that he plays on Playstation 3, and Spencer is pretending to be interested. Truthfully, he’s only awake because he’s become almost literally attached to Jon’s hip. He follows Jon everywhere but the bathroom. The night they shared a room together, learned they liked each other, and he fell asleep in Jon’s arms, Spencer realized he never wanted to be without Jon.
Since then, after a minor probationary period where they tried to figure out how to make this work, Jon and Spencer have spent nearly every night the same way. They can’t sleep in the same bunk on the bus; it would be too cramped. So the nights they get to spend in hotel rooms are something to look forward to. They watch the late-night talk shows, and when it’s time to sleep, by default Jon curls up against Spencer’s back, pressing kisses to his bare shoulders. This is the extent of their physical relationship for the moment. When Spencer thinks about having sex with Jon he feels excited, yet nervous to the point where he might throw up. And it’s something he thinks about often, meaning his stomach gets that churning sensation, according to his estimation, at least fifty times a day.
Spencer shifts on the bus’s tiny couch and squints at the screen. “Are you winning?” he asks.
“I’m owning this,” Jon says from his position on the floor. He cranes his head backward and grins.
Spencer reaches for one of Jon’s hands, trying to pry it away from the controller. Jon bites his lip and shakes his head.
“You can save the game, you know,” Spencer says. He slides onto the floor next to Jon and rests his head against Jon’s shoulder.
Jon takes one hand off the controller and slips it into Spencer’s hand. Spencer sighs and smiles to himself. He always wants to be able to hold Jon’s hand, to intertwine their fingers, to never have to go without Jon’s touch. Spencer slides his hand out of Jon’s and studies Jon’s palm for no particular reason. He’s just fascinated by every part of Jon, even his hands.
Abruptly Jon turns off the game. “You’re totally bored, and I’m rude for sitting here playing video games when you’re bored.” He bites his lip and looks at Spencer curiously. “Spencer?”
“I’m reading your palm.”
“Really?” Jon perks up. “I didn’t know you could read palms.”
“Shh. It’s a secret. I don’t let anyone know.”
Jon nods conspiratorially. “I promise I won’t tell anyone. When did you know you could read palms?”
“When I was seven,” Spencer says quickly. “Do you want me to tell you… um…” He stumbles as he tries to determine the phrasing a palm reader would use. “What your palm says?”
“Yes!” Jon seems so excited about this that Spencer wants to laugh.
Spencer traces his index finger over the lines and ridges of Jon’s palm. He picks a line at random and runs his finger up and down. “This one, right here.”
“Yeah?” Jon looks up, brown eyes wide, from behind his hair.
“You’re going to have a long life.”
Jon’s face twists into an indeterminate expression. “Don’t all palm readers say that?”
Spencer realizes that Jon isn’t as gullible as he thinks, and if he’s going to pull off this trick, he has to make up something better than “You’re going to have a long life.” He has to make up something good, but not too fantastic. It has to be believable.
“This is your love line,” Spencer continues, his finger moving on to another line. “You’re a romantic. You’re warm. And comforting.”
Jon is paying rapt attention to every word. “What else?”
“That, basically, you’re pretty amazing.”
“It says that?” Jon raises an eyebrow.
“Yes, of course it does.”
“Can you do psychic readings? I always thought palm readers could do the psychic stuff, too.”
“I don’t have great psychic abilities.” Spencer shakes his head and feigns disappointment.
“Well, you were right with the love line thing.” Jon pauses. “That’s true, or at least I think it is. Is it true?”
Blood rushes to Spencer’s cheeks. “Yes. Very true.” He takes hold of Jon’s hand again, fingers swooping over another line. “This. This is your…” Spencer doesn’t know anything about palm reading except for life lines and love lines.
Jon’s lips slowly spread into a grin. “You’re making this up, aren’t you?”
“You caught me.” Spencer raises his hands and backs away.
“But it was really sweet, the things you said.” Jon shifts so he’s closer to Spencer.
“Oh.” Spencer looks down, and sees Jon’s hand nudging his. He opens his hand so Jon can hold it. He raises his head, and Jon leans forward. Spencer meets him the rest of the way and presses their lips together.
Jon pulls back from the kiss. “You’re an excellent fake palm reader.”
“Sure.” Spencer laughs.
“Maybe I’m a palm reader, too.”
“Prove it.” Spencer opens both of his hands.
Jon pretends to inspect Spencer’s palms, then slides his hands over Spencer’s. “I think our life lines match.”
870 // PG
for may 08 07.
This is sort of a companion piece to Turn of the Century. Last night, joyfacedown bribed me to write this fic. She wanted at least 800 words for this prompt involving Jon, Spencer, and palm reading by Wednesday. The title is Spanish for "With Your Hands"; I chose a Spanish title because joyfacedown's first language is Spanish, and it's my second language and I don't use it often enough. (The story is in English, though.) Para Joyce, siempre con amor.
At 3 a.m., the bus is rolling through somewhere between Hartford and Philadelphia, and Jon and Spencer are still awake. Jon is playing whatever it is that he plays on Playstation 3, and Spencer is pretending to be interested. Truthfully, he’s only awake because he’s become almost literally attached to Jon’s hip. He follows Jon everywhere but the bathroom. The night they shared a room together, learned they liked each other, and he fell asleep in Jon’s arms, Spencer realized he never wanted to be without Jon.
Since then, after a minor probationary period where they tried to figure out how to make this work, Jon and Spencer have spent nearly every night the same way. They can’t sleep in the same bunk on the bus; it would be too cramped. So the nights they get to spend in hotel rooms are something to look forward to. They watch the late-night talk shows, and when it’s time to sleep, by default Jon curls up against Spencer’s back, pressing kisses to his bare shoulders. This is the extent of their physical relationship for the moment. When Spencer thinks about having sex with Jon he feels excited, yet nervous to the point where he might throw up. And it’s something he thinks about often, meaning his stomach gets that churning sensation, according to his estimation, at least fifty times a day.
Spencer shifts on the bus’s tiny couch and squints at the screen. “Are you winning?” he asks.
“I’m owning this,” Jon says from his position on the floor. He cranes his head backward and grins.
Spencer reaches for one of Jon’s hands, trying to pry it away from the controller. Jon bites his lip and shakes his head.
“You can save the game, you know,” Spencer says. He slides onto the floor next to Jon and rests his head against Jon’s shoulder.
Jon takes one hand off the controller and slips it into Spencer’s hand. Spencer sighs and smiles to himself. He always wants to be able to hold Jon’s hand, to intertwine their fingers, to never have to go without Jon’s touch. Spencer slides his hand out of Jon’s and studies Jon’s palm for no particular reason. He’s just fascinated by every part of Jon, even his hands.
Abruptly Jon turns off the game. “You’re totally bored, and I’m rude for sitting here playing video games when you’re bored.” He bites his lip and looks at Spencer curiously. “Spencer?”
“I’m reading your palm.”
“Really?” Jon perks up. “I didn’t know you could read palms.”
“Shh. It’s a secret. I don’t let anyone know.”
Jon nods conspiratorially. “I promise I won’t tell anyone. When did you know you could read palms?”
“When I was seven,” Spencer says quickly. “Do you want me to tell you… um…” He stumbles as he tries to determine the phrasing a palm reader would use. “What your palm says?”
“Yes!” Jon seems so excited about this that Spencer wants to laugh.
Spencer traces his index finger over the lines and ridges of Jon’s palm. He picks a line at random and runs his finger up and down. “This one, right here.”
“Yeah?” Jon looks up, brown eyes wide, from behind his hair.
“You’re going to have a long life.”
Jon’s face twists into an indeterminate expression. “Don’t all palm readers say that?”
Spencer realizes that Jon isn’t as gullible as he thinks, and if he’s going to pull off this trick, he has to make up something better than “You’re going to have a long life.” He has to make up something good, but not too fantastic. It has to be believable.
“This is your love line,” Spencer continues, his finger moving on to another line. “You’re a romantic. You’re warm. And comforting.”
Jon is paying rapt attention to every word. “What else?”
“That, basically, you’re pretty amazing.”
“It says that?” Jon raises an eyebrow.
“Yes, of course it does.”
“Can you do psychic readings? I always thought palm readers could do the psychic stuff, too.”
“I don’t have great psychic abilities.” Spencer shakes his head and feigns disappointment.
“Well, you were right with the love line thing.” Jon pauses. “That’s true, or at least I think it is. Is it true?”
Blood rushes to Spencer’s cheeks. “Yes. Very true.” He takes hold of Jon’s hand again, fingers swooping over another line. “This. This is your…” Spencer doesn’t know anything about palm reading except for life lines and love lines.
Jon’s lips slowly spread into a grin. “You’re making this up, aren’t you?”
“You caught me.” Spencer raises his hands and backs away.
“But it was really sweet, the things you said.” Jon shifts so he’s closer to Spencer.
“Oh.” Spencer looks down, and sees Jon’s hand nudging his. He opens his hand so Jon can hold it. He raises his head, and Jon leans forward. Spencer meets him the rest of the way and presses their lips together.
Jon pulls back from the kiss. “You’re an excellent fake palm reader.”
“Sure.” Spencer laughs.
“Maybe I’m a palm reader, too.”
“Prove it.” Spencer opens both of his hands.
Jon pretends to inspect Spencer’s palms, then slides his hands over Spencer’s. “I think our life lines match.”