should i write myself out of the history books?
i don't know if anyone will take me up on this, if i've been absent for too long, but it's been so long since i've written anything and i've absolutely got to start on my yuletide at some point, so. point is, give me prompts! prompts and pairings and i shall try to write some comment fic. :D? :D?
He does remember the look on Spencer's face, though.
It takes Jon a day or two to get up the nerve to apologize and, in the end, he does it with coffee. Only Spencer gives him this look, like Jon has nothing to apologize for, and says, "Hi," long and drawn out, cautious.
Jon says, "Spencer Smith," with as much gravity as he can manage and after a second Spencer laughs, rolling his eyes. He says, "Douche," and, "Seriously? I thought my- I thought something had happened." Spencer looks as relieved as Jon feels and Jon's tempted to bogart the shit out of that coffee, but Spencer takes a sip and grins so fucking wide it hurts. "You are a god among men, Jon Walker," he says and Jon snorts, trying not to feel guilty.
Ryan chooses that second to interrupt, asking Jon something about levels and how bad he could fuck up their set before The Academy goes on. Jon's still getting used to Ryan's monotone, his sly humor, and the subtle way he takes care of Spencer.
Jon doesn't think about it, but it's easy to avoid getting drunk that night after the show, easy to lean into Spencer out back by the buses, hidden in shadows. It's easy to press their mouths together, edge his teeth over Spencer's bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth, just a little. And Spencer. Spencer doesn't go all frozen and stiff this time, curling a hand around Jon's hip instead, holding on and kissing Jon back.
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