The Art of Spencer Ogling (One shot)
Title: The Art of Spencer Ogling
Author: xojemmaxo
Rating: Pg - 13 (for swearing and Spencer's ass)
Pairing: Joncer, Ryden
POV: Third
Summary: "He is," he tells Brendon, "very attractive."
Disclaimer: I don't own the members of Panic! at the Disco or The Young Veins.
Beta: hooray4irony
Author Notes: Just a little one shot where Spencer is insanely hot (like he isn't in real life) and Jon checks him out. Repeatedly.
"That one."
"Which one?"
Jon points across the crowded coffee shop to the guy he's been maybe kind of stalking for the past few weeks. Jon thinks everything about the guy is perfect.
"Oh, him," says Brendon. "I was looking at the fat guy in the corner at first."
"You're an idiot," says Jon. "But he's hot, right?"
"The guy you've been stalking?" asks Brendon.
"No. The fat guy in the corner. Of course the guy I've been kind of stalking.
Brendon looks at the guy - or rather, stares creepily at the guy - and cranes his neck to get a better view.
"Oh, yeah," he says finally, turning back to Jon with a grin. "I can see why you've been stalking him, Jon. "He's hot."
"I know," agrees Jon emphatically. He surreptitiously eyes the guys ass. Even though the guy works behind the counter, he's pretty tall (way taller than Jon, anyway) and his ass is a couple inches above the counter. It raises even higher when he bends to get something in a cupboard opposite the counter. Jon appreciates the tight jeans the guy is wearing. They pretty much leave nothing to the imagination, showing off every curve - and the guy has plenty of curves. Jon appreciates the tiny shirt the guy is wearing, too, because it rides up practically half way up the guys back even when he isn't bending over.
The guy straightens and hands a customer a cup of coffee and a cookie, smiling at her as he does so. Jon nearly melts, because that smile. Oh, fuck. The guy looks like he should be in a fucking Colgate commercial, his teeth are so white. Jon is practically blinded from where he is sitting halfway across the room.
"Jon? Jon?" Brendon waves his hand over Jon's eyes and he starts, realising he'd maybe been staring at the guy longer than any human being had ever stared at anything.
"Hm?" he replies eloquently.
"Are you okay?" asks Brendon, looking worried. "You zoned out for seriously, like, five minutes. I thought you died or something."
"No, no, I'm fine," says Jon. He grabs his cup of coffee and takes a sip. "I was just. Looking at him."
"Oh, my god," says Brendon in what sounds like awe. "You're falling hard for hot coffee shop dude, aren't you?"
Jon nods helplessly, and they both check the guy out this time.
"He is," he tells Brendon, "very attractive."
"Do you know if he's gay?" asks Brendon, slightly mesmerized by the way the man's hips swing as he walks to the expresso machine.
"No," says Jon, "but his perfect hair and tiny clothes make me think he might be."
"Yeah," says Brendon.
Jon sighs. "His smile," he informs Brendon, with a lazy grin.
"He has, like, perfect teeth," agrees Brendon.
"And his eyebrows. They're perfect too," sighs Jon. He props his head up on the table with an elbow and looks like a dreamy teenage girl with a beard. "I bet he plucks them. They could not be that perfect otherwise."
"And his hair," says Jon. "I love his hair."
Brendon doesn't say anything. Already his attention span has exceeded its limit and he wants to maybe change the subject or run around the coffee shop on a caffeine high.
"And his ass," says Jon. "I want to lick it."
"Oh my god," says Brendon. "Oh my god, his friend!" He half stands from his chair, watching the thin guy wearing a scarf talk with the hot guy with his mouth wide open. They're laughing and making hand gestures and Jon feels so unlucky.
"Sit down," he hisses, grabbing Brendon's wrist and hauling him back down into his seat. Brendon doesn't really notice. He's still got his mouth open.
"We should - " Brendon swallows. "We should introduce ourselves." He stands up, pulling Jon with him, and walks across the coffee shop, morphing from a gawking boy to a flirting master on the way.
Behind the counter, Spencer notices the guy he's been keeping his eye on for a couple of weeks walking towards him and Ryan. He's got a guy with him. Spencer raises an eyebrows and keeps pretending to be deep in conversation with his friend, murmuring, "He's coming over," to Ryan sneakily.
"Is he?" Ryan glances to the cute guy. "Whoa," he whispers. "Who's the guy he's got with him? He's hot."
"That's his friend, I think," says Spencer. He flips his hair and smoothes down his shirt as the two men approach.
"Hi," he says seductively to the cute one.
"Hey," he says back, just as seductively.
"I'm Spencer," says Spencer. He smiles his best smile and the guy falters a little before smiling back.
"I'm Jon."
Author: xojemmaxo
Rating: Pg - 13 (for swearing and Spencer's ass)
Pairing: Joncer, Ryden
POV: Third
Summary: "He is," he tells Brendon, "very attractive."
Disclaimer: I don't own the members of Panic! at the Disco or The Young Veins.
Beta: hooray4irony
Author Notes: Just a little one shot where Spencer is insanely hot (like he isn't in real life) and Jon checks him out. Repeatedly.
"That one."
"Which one?"
Jon points across the crowded coffee shop to the guy he's been maybe kind of stalking for the past few weeks. Jon thinks everything about the guy is perfect.
"Oh, him," says Brendon. "I was looking at the fat guy in the corner at first."
"You're an idiot," says Jon. "But he's hot, right?"
"The guy you've been stalking?" asks Brendon.
"No. The fat guy in the corner. Of course the guy I've been kind of stalking.
Brendon looks at the guy - or rather, stares creepily at the guy - and cranes his neck to get a better view.
"Oh, yeah," he says finally, turning back to Jon with a grin. "I can see why you've been stalking him, Jon. "He's hot."
"I know," agrees Jon emphatically. He surreptitiously eyes the guys ass. Even though the guy works behind the counter, he's pretty tall (way taller than Jon, anyway) and his ass is a couple inches above the counter. It raises even higher when he bends to get something in a cupboard opposite the counter. Jon appreciates the tight jeans the guy is wearing. They pretty much leave nothing to the imagination, showing off every curve - and the guy has plenty of curves. Jon appreciates the tiny shirt the guy is wearing, too, because it rides up practically half way up the guys back even when he isn't bending over.
The guy straightens and hands a customer a cup of coffee and a cookie, smiling at her as he does so. Jon nearly melts, because that smile. Oh, fuck. The guy looks like he should be in a fucking Colgate commercial, his teeth are so white. Jon is practically blinded from where he is sitting halfway across the room.
"Jon? Jon?" Brendon waves his hand over Jon's eyes and he starts, realising he'd maybe been staring at the guy longer than any human being had ever stared at anything.
"Hm?" he replies eloquently.
"Are you okay?" asks Brendon, looking worried. "You zoned out for seriously, like, five minutes. I thought you died or something."
"No, no, I'm fine," says Jon. He grabs his cup of coffee and takes a sip. "I was just. Looking at him."
"Oh, my god," says Brendon in what sounds like awe. "You're falling hard for hot coffee shop dude, aren't you?"
Jon nods helplessly, and they both check the guy out this time.
"He is," he tells Brendon, "very attractive."
"Do you know if he's gay?" asks Brendon, slightly mesmerized by the way the man's hips swing as he walks to the expresso machine.
"No," says Jon, "but his perfect hair and tiny clothes make me think he might be."
"Yeah," says Brendon.
Jon sighs. "His smile," he informs Brendon, with a lazy grin.
"He has, like, perfect teeth," agrees Brendon.
"And his eyebrows. They're perfect too," sighs Jon. He props his head up on the table with an elbow and looks like a dreamy teenage girl with a beard. "I bet he plucks them. They could not be that perfect otherwise."
"And his hair," says Jon. "I love his hair."
Brendon doesn't say anything. Already his attention span has exceeded its limit and he wants to maybe change the subject or run around the coffee shop on a caffeine high.
"And his ass," says Jon. "I want to lick it."
"Oh my god," says Brendon. "Oh my god, his friend!" He half stands from his chair, watching the thin guy wearing a scarf talk with the hot guy with his mouth wide open. They're laughing and making hand gestures and Jon feels so unlucky.
"Sit down," he hisses, grabbing Brendon's wrist and hauling him back down into his seat. Brendon doesn't really notice. He's still got his mouth open.
"We should - " Brendon swallows. "We should introduce ourselves." He stands up, pulling Jon with him, and walks across the coffee shop, morphing from a gawking boy to a flirting master on the way.
Behind the counter, Spencer notices the guy he's been keeping his eye on for a couple of weeks walking towards him and Ryan. He's got a guy with him. Spencer raises an eyebrows and keeps pretending to be deep in conversation with his friend, murmuring, "He's coming over," to Ryan sneakily.
"Is he?" Ryan glances to the cute guy. "Whoa," he whispers. "Who's the guy he's got with him? He's hot."
"That's his friend, I think," says Spencer. He flips his hair and smoothes down his shirt as the two men approach.
"Hi," he says seductively to the cute one.
"Hey," he says back, just as seductively.
"I'm Spencer," says Spencer. He smiles his best smile and the guy falters a little before smiling back.
"I'm Jon."