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title: Spencer Avoids Being Nailed By A Bottle
pairing: Jon Walker/Spencer Smith (implied Brendon Urie/Ryan Ross)
word count: 1000+
notes: Inspiration came from a comment on this video.
"I don't know why we always come back here," Ryan muttered angrily under his breath. It wasn't that he really minded so much, but the first time with Brendon being knocked out and now Spencer nearly meeting the same fate.
"For the fans," Brendon said, obviously unfazed in his post-show high as he pounced on Ryan's back.
"Ew, get off of me, creep." Ryan stopped and tried to shrug him off without losing his balance. "You're all sweaty and gross," he complained.
"Oh, because you're not, Rossypants?" Brendon rolled his eyes and slid off his back before hip-checking him instead.
Ryan just rolled his eyes back and quickly slipped into one of the dressing rooms, promptly locking Brendon out.
"Hey, open the door," Brendon whined as he jiggled the door knob.
"I sense trouble in paradise," Jon chimed in behind him as he and Spencer laughed.
"No, he just hates when I call him that in public," he said with a wiggle of his eyebrow for effect. "Don't you, Rossypants?" Brendon asked through the door, an amused smirk lighting up his face when Ryan groaned from behind it.
Spencer and Jon just laughed louder, shaking their heads in amusement at the two of them as they made their way to their own dressing room.
"You okay?" Jon asked once their laughter had subsided, sliding his arm around Spencer's waist and leaning up to nuzzle his jaw.
"I'm fine, it missed me," Spencer nodded
"Yeah, I saw the way you dodged that bottle," Jon grinned and kissed the corner of his mouth. "Those were some sweet skills, Spencer Smith."
"Not as sweet as you, Jon Walker," he smiled, turning his head enough to peck Jon's lips quickly.
"No way," Jon shook his head and kissed him again. "You're definitely the sweet one."
Spencer just smiled against his lips, turning his body completely towards Jon's as his arms around his neck to kiss him a little deeper, whimpering quietly when Jon bit and sucked on his lower lip.
"Get a room," Brendon called to them amidst trying to get Ryan to open the door.
Jon laughed against Spencer's lip, opening his eyes a little to see him blushing as he grabbed the front of his shirt to pull him into their dressing room. "Hi," he said, once the door was closed and he had Spencer pressed against the door.
"Hey," Spencer breathed, smiling as he stared across into Jon's eyes for a moment before their lips were crashing together again and Jon's hands were beginning to undo each of Spencer's shirt buttons painfully slow.
By the time Jon had reached that last button, his mouth was on Spencer's throat drawing out small breathless noises from him.
"Jon," he choked out when his hand's found Jon's hips and pulled them forward into his, both of them groaning at the friction as they continued to press against each other in lustful desperation. Reaching between them, Spencer worked the button in Jon's jeans loose and tugged them down enough to get his hand around Jon's cock, stroking it slowly.
Jon hummed against Spencer's neck, biting down on the skin where his neck and shoulder met as he rolled his hips into Spencer's hand. "It's been awhile," Jon breathed against his ear before kissing and nipping along his jaw until he reached his lips. His fingers splayed across his chest and stomach, roaming over the soft skin before slipping beneath the edge of his jeans. "Too long really," he mumbled against his lips as his hands brushed over the skin below his stomach before Jon returned the favor of undoing his jeans and shoving one hand down to palm him through his boxers.
Spencer's hips bucked forward into his hand as he slid his tongue against Jon's and moaned into his mouth. Taking his hand back after a few more lazy strokes, Spencer moved so Jon's hand slid out of his jeans and moved back towards the couch. He laid back on it and pulled Jon down on top of him, one hand sliding behind his neck push their mouths back together as Spencer's hips rocked up into Jon's.
Whining low in his throat when Spencer took his hand back, Jon followed him eagerly to the couch and crawled over him as their mouths met. With his hands between them, he fumbled to push Spencer's jeans past his hips, lifting them with one had as the other slid his jeans and boxers of before sitting up to get his own off.
Reaching over to the table in front of the couch, Spencer grabbed his wallet and pulled out the condom he'd kept in there for occasions as such. He watched as Jon slid out of his own jeans and rolled his hips down into Spencer's again, the slick slid of their cocks making Spencer's back arch up as his moan quickly turned to more of a whimper.
Jon smirked down at him and continued his motions as he took the condom from Spencer and tore it open with his teeth. Then making sure Spencer was watching, he rolled it onto his cock and spit into his hand to stroke himself. "No lube?"
Spencer shook his head and reached down for Jon's free hand, taking a few of his fingers into his mouth. He sucked on them until they were coated liberally, letting Jon pull them out with a small wet pop and reaching down to press two of them against Spencer's entrance while Spencer tried to press down on them.
Finally after a moment of teasing, Jon leaned down to kiss Spencer hard and slow as he pressed the two fingers into him and thrust them slowly, curling them ever so slightly as Spencer withered beneath him and begged for more. Jon obliged, adding a third finger and working Spencer open until he felt him began to relax before withdrawing them. Then moving to settle completely between his legs, Jon lined himself up with Spencer and slowly pressed into him.
Spencer's eyes shot open as Jon began to move forward, curling one leg behind Jon's to guide him closer as he braced his hands on Jon's arms. Once he could feel Jon all the way in him, Spencer wasted no time rocking his hips back and begging Jon to move.
With a smug smirk Jon began to move, pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting back into him and trying to find a steady rhythm. With their bodies moving in sync, strangled moans and tangled limbs, Jon angled his hips each thrust until he found what he was looking for. The rough texture of it told him he had, moaning against the skin beneath Spencer's ear where his lips had currently taken up residence.
When Spencer felt Jon's cock brush against his prostate he all but lost it, head thrown back and back arched as he moaned louder than he had. "Oh Jon," he whimpered, leg tightening around his thigh to keep him close. "Harder, please," he begged.
Jon bit down on the soft skin he was kissing, smirking and beginning to thrust harder into the spot as Spencer's eyes rolled back into his head. "C'mon Spencer," he whispered roughly as one hand slithered down his stomach to stroke him in time with his thrust. "Come for me."
Jon's voice rough in Spencer's ear and hand stroking him was nearly enough to send him over the edge. Biting his lip to try and hold back his moaning, he could feel the pleasure pooling in the pit of his stomach, getting dangerously close until he was moaning shamelessly and digging his nails into Jon's arms as he came across both their stomachs.
With a few more thrusts, Jon was coming too and rode out both their orgasms before collapsing against Spencer's chest to catch his breath for a moment as they came down from their post-orgasm high. Then carefully pulling out of him, he removed and discard of the condom before moving into the space between Spencer and the couch with his arm slung around his waist. "You're one for one Spencer," he grinning, tilting his head up to kiss him lazily. "You only avoided being nailed by one thing today."
Spencer kissed him back and shook his head. "Quiet you," he mumbled, nuzzling into the side of his neck as he curled up close to him.
Jon just laughed and pressed a kiss to the side of his head as they laid there, a mess of tangled limbs and soft touches, glad they didn't have anywhere to rush off to just yet.
pairing: Jon Walker/Spencer Smith (implied Brendon Urie/Ryan Ross)
word count: 1000+
notes: Inspiration came from a comment on this video.
"I don't know why we always come back here," Ryan muttered angrily under his breath. It wasn't that he really minded so much, but the first time with Brendon being knocked out and now Spencer nearly meeting the same fate.
"For the fans," Brendon said, obviously unfazed in his post-show high as he pounced on Ryan's back.
"Ew, get off of me, creep." Ryan stopped and tried to shrug him off without losing his balance. "You're all sweaty and gross," he complained.
"Oh, because you're not, Rossypants?" Brendon rolled his eyes and slid off his back before hip-checking him instead.
Ryan just rolled his eyes back and quickly slipped into one of the dressing rooms, promptly locking Brendon out.
"Hey, open the door," Brendon whined as he jiggled the door knob.
"I sense trouble in paradise," Jon chimed in behind him as he and Spencer laughed.
"No, he just hates when I call him that in public," he said with a wiggle of his eyebrow for effect. "Don't you, Rossypants?" Brendon asked through the door, an amused smirk lighting up his face when Ryan groaned from behind it.
Spencer and Jon just laughed louder, shaking their heads in amusement at the two of them as they made their way to their own dressing room.
"You okay?" Jon asked once their laughter had subsided, sliding his arm around Spencer's waist and leaning up to nuzzle his jaw.
"I'm fine, it missed me," Spencer nodded
"Yeah, I saw the way you dodged that bottle," Jon grinned and kissed the corner of his mouth. "Those were some sweet skills, Spencer Smith."
"Not as sweet as you, Jon Walker," he smiled, turning his head enough to peck Jon's lips quickly.
"No way," Jon shook his head and kissed him again. "You're definitely the sweet one."
Spencer just smiled against his lips, turning his body completely towards Jon's as his arms around his neck to kiss him a little deeper, whimpering quietly when Jon bit and sucked on his lower lip.
"Get a room," Brendon called to them amidst trying to get Ryan to open the door.
Jon laughed against Spencer's lip, opening his eyes a little to see him blushing as he grabbed the front of his shirt to pull him into their dressing room. "Hi," he said, once the door was closed and he had Spencer pressed against the door.
"Hey," Spencer breathed, smiling as he stared across into Jon's eyes for a moment before their lips were crashing together again and Jon's hands were beginning to undo each of Spencer's shirt buttons painfully slow.
By the time Jon had reached that last button, his mouth was on Spencer's throat drawing out small breathless noises from him.
"Jon," he choked out when his hand's found Jon's hips and pulled them forward into his, both of them groaning at the friction as they continued to press against each other in lustful desperation. Reaching between them, Spencer worked the button in Jon's jeans loose and tugged them down enough to get his hand around Jon's cock, stroking it slowly.
Jon hummed against Spencer's neck, biting down on the skin where his neck and shoulder met as he rolled his hips into Spencer's hand. "It's been awhile," Jon breathed against his ear before kissing and nipping along his jaw until he reached his lips. His fingers splayed across his chest and stomach, roaming over the soft skin before slipping beneath the edge of his jeans. "Too long really," he mumbled against his lips as his hands brushed over the skin below his stomach before Jon returned the favor of undoing his jeans and shoving one hand down to palm him through his boxers.
Spencer's hips bucked forward into his hand as he slid his tongue against Jon's and moaned into his mouth. Taking his hand back after a few more lazy strokes, Spencer moved so Jon's hand slid out of his jeans and moved back towards the couch. He laid back on it and pulled Jon down on top of him, one hand sliding behind his neck push their mouths back together as Spencer's hips rocked up into Jon's.
Whining low in his throat when Spencer took his hand back, Jon followed him eagerly to the couch and crawled over him as their mouths met. With his hands between them, he fumbled to push Spencer's jeans past his hips, lifting them with one had as the other slid his jeans and boxers of before sitting up to get his own off.
Reaching over to the table in front of the couch, Spencer grabbed his wallet and pulled out the condom he'd kept in there for occasions as such. He watched as Jon slid out of his own jeans and rolled his hips down into Spencer's again, the slick slid of their cocks making Spencer's back arch up as his moan quickly turned to more of a whimper.
Jon smirked down at him and continued his motions as he took the condom from Spencer and tore it open with his teeth. Then making sure Spencer was watching, he rolled it onto his cock and spit into his hand to stroke himself. "No lube?"
Spencer shook his head and reached down for Jon's free hand, taking a few of his fingers into his mouth. He sucked on them until they were coated liberally, letting Jon pull them out with a small wet pop and reaching down to press two of them against Spencer's entrance while Spencer tried to press down on them.
Finally after a moment of teasing, Jon leaned down to kiss Spencer hard and slow as he pressed the two fingers into him and thrust them slowly, curling them ever so slightly as Spencer withered beneath him and begged for more. Jon obliged, adding a third finger and working Spencer open until he felt him began to relax before withdrawing them. Then moving to settle completely between his legs, Jon lined himself up with Spencer and slowly pressed into him.
Spencer's eyes shot open as Jon began to move forward, curling one leg behind Jon's to guide him closer as he braced his hands on Jon's arms. Once he could feel Jon all the way in him, Spencer wasted no time rocking his hips back and begging Jon to move.
With a smug smirk Jon began to move, pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting back into him and trying to find a steady rhythm. With their bodies moving in sync, strangled moans and tangled limbs, Jon angled his hips each thrust until he found what he was looking for. The rough texture of it told him he had, moaning against the skin beneath Spencer's ear where his lips had currently taken up residence.
When Spencer felt Jon's cock brush against his prostate he all but lost it, head thrown back and back arched as he moaned louder than he had. "Oh Jon," he whimpered, leg tightening around his thigh to keep him close. "Harder, please," he begged.
Jon bit down on the soft skin he was kissing, smirking and beginning to thrust harder into the spot as Spencer's eyes rolled back into his head. "C'mon Spencer," he whispered roughly as one hand slithered down his stomach to stroke him in time with his thrust. "Come for me."
Jon's voice rough in Spencer's ear and hand stroking him was nearly enough to send him over the edge. Biting his lip to try and hold back his moaning, he could feel the pleasure pooling in the pit of his stomach, getting dangerously close until he was moaning shamelessly and digging his nails into Jon's arms as he came across both their stomachs.
With a few more thrusts, Jon was coming too and rode out both their orgasms before collapsing against Spencer's chest to catch his breath for a moment as they came down from their post-orgasm high. Then carefully pulling out of him, he removed and discard of the condom before moving into the space between Spencer and the couch with his arm slung around his waist. "You're one for one Spencer," he grinning, tilting his head up to kiss him lazily. "You only avoided being nailed by one thing today."
Spencer kissed him back and shook his head. "Quiet you," he mumbled, nuzzling into the side of his neck as he curled up close to him.
Jon just laughed and pressed a kiss to the side of his head as they laid there, a mess of tangled limbs and soft touches, glad they didn't have anywhere to rush off to just yet.