Fic: two drink minimum (Jon/Spencer, NC-17)
Right so. This was written for disarm_d's pornomeme, and I thought I could finally post it here too? Heh.
two drink minimum
Jon/Spencer, NC-17
1 391 words, drunk shenanigans
Beta'd by Mandi or Chelle or... both. *facepalms* ♥
'He's scruffy,' Spence says after a moment.'>
"Hi," Jon slurs and slides into the bean bag next to Spencer. Spence looks up from his diet coke and sinks into his cushion a little farther. It's not that he minds Jon - Jon is really nice, and may or may not be more insightful than you'd assume at first - but Spencer is not a fan of drunk people (in general) and in the forty-eight hours they've been in England this is the second let's-all-get-drunk-in-some-random-guy's-basement party.
"Spencer," Jon continues, dragging out the r into a guttural growl, before taking a sip from his beer. "How are you feeling? Sugar already kicking in?"
Spence squints at his drink. "Diet coke," he replies dryly after a moment, tilting a deliberate brow at Jon. Jon stares for a second, and then breaks into a dry, short laugh, grinning, eyes gleaming. He takes another sip from his beer and then leans over, beckoning Spence close. Spence hesitates for a moment and then tilts his head in.
Jon stares at him for a moment before inhaling sharply. "You have totally pretty eyes."
"Uhm," Spence says, jerking back, but before he can answer Jon has already stumbled to his feet, saying something about whiskey.
A second later, William appears in Spencer’s field of vision. He looks not only drunk but also high. Spencer frowns at him and demonstratively takes a sip from his glass.
"So, Jon Walker, Jonathan Walker, Jwalk, you think he's hot?" William says without preamble. He looks a bit devious.
"He's scruffy," Spence says after a moment.
"Attractively scruffy?" William asks hopefully, deer eyes and all. "The beard? Isn't it philosophical? An homage to the ... wildness of nature? The wild waves of the oceans? He's an artist, his soul is wild."
"Uhm, okay," Spence says and is a bit thankful when somebody yells something about William's ass and getting it over to the booze which apparently makes William forget all about Jon's attractive scrubby artist soul.
Spence huffs, cranes his neck and spots Ryan in one the armchairs, Brendon on the armrest. A lot of torrid looks are being exchanged between the two and Spence huffs some more and decides to get some more diet coke because he doesn't think talking to Ryan at this point (if you're not Brendon Urie) makes much sense.
At the makeshift bar he sifts through bottles, sniffing at some, and then decides he'd rather have a Redbull because at least he knows nobody poured something in there. He grabs one can, and then another one and heads back to his seat.
Upon his approach he notices that there's a Jon Walker in his bean bag. He's holding a bottle of Johnnie Walker now, and seems quite pleased with his swag.
"Hiiii," Jon says and raises his bottle as a greeting. "I was waiting. You were gone. I kept your seat warm for you. See?" He scoots over a bit, petting the space next to him.
"I think I'll sit over here," Spence says and curls up in the other bean bag.
"Uh-uh, that's not in the su-skript," Jon says, hiccupping a little. He gets up and stumbles over to Spencer's seat, squeezing in next to him.
"That's better, right?" Jon grins and then takes a deep sip from his bottle. Spence wrinkles his nose at the smell of alcohol. Jon presses against him, arm around his waist.
"I don't really-" Spence starts, squirming a little, legs trapped uncomfortably under Jon's.
"So, Billiam said you find me incredibly attractive?" Jon cuts him off, starting to draw idly circles on Spencer's belly.
Spence grumbles and pushes at his fingers. "No, no, I did not say that. Is Bill really high?"
"Huh, possibly," Jon answers and his voice is suddenly really close to Spencer's ear, his breath warm against his neck. "One of the guys probably had something. You never know with those crazy Europeans." His hand evades Spencer's and slips under his shirt.
Spence yelps. "You're kind of totally molesting me here."
"You have nice skin," Jon mouths against his neck a moment later, and maybe Spencer's breath speeds up a bit when Jon's nails scrape over his skin lightly. "It's all smooth. Mh. Totally feels like a cat tummy."
"What?" Spence asks, pushing at Jon's forehead to keep him away from his neck.
"I mean, really nice, ok? I want to keep touching you forever," Jon continues, sounding a little far-away. He takes another drag from his bottle.
"I think that may pose a problem because uhm, there's this band? I drum for?" Spence replies, pulling Jon's fingers from his T-shirt only to feel them slip under the waistband of his jeans, resting tentatively there.
“I can play the drums a bit, too. I could sit behind you while you drum.” Jon hums happily against his neck. Spence struggles a little, which Jon obviously mistakes for encouragement because he pulls him closer, putting the bottle away, and sliding his free hand down Spencer’s spine, cupping his ass.
“I can bite your fingers off,” Spence says resolutely and tries to sound threatening.
“I know other things you can do with your mouth,” Jon giggles and presses his lips against the corner of Spencer’s mouth, flicking his tongue against his lips, and yeah, ok, so, that’s kind of nice actually, if Spence ignores that Jon tastes a little like whiskey and beer, but on the other hand, he barely knows Jon. Their lips should not be touching if he barely knows Jon.
He growls a bit and then closes his teeth around Jon’s lower lip hard, not drawing blood, but a definite warning in his book. Except that Jon makes a keening noise against his lips and opens his mouth, starting to kiss Spencer earnestly, tongue wet and slick, sliding over the roof of Spencer’s mouth, making him shiver.
Jon’s hand slips up and curls around his belly again, his other hand squeezing Spencer’s ass lightly. Spencer makes a whimpering sound he doesn’t actually want to make, but god, Jon is kind of good at this. Spence wonders for a moment if alcohol is like, contagious, and then Jon’s hand slides from his tummy lower again, cupping Spencer’s half-hard cock through his jeans.
“Oh fuck,” Spence hisses, breaking from Jon, lips smacking. “People are-“
“Totally drunk and high and so not paying attention,” Jon replies, diving down again and pushing his tongue in Spencer’s mouth, muffling his protest. He’s still for a moment, shivering a little in Jon’s touch, and then opens up, pushing his tongue against Jon’s.
Jon starts stroking him through his jeans a little faster, little movements that make Spencer’s toes curl in frustration, until Jon pulls away, fumbles with his fly for a moment and then wraps his hand around Spencer’s cock inside his briefs. His mouth slides against Spencer’s ear, tongue flicking out.
“Been watching you,” he breathes against Spencer’s skin, and Spence suppresses a little moan, bucking his hips.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Jon licks his neck, sucks at the skin there, biting down lightly, and Spence does moan now, arching his back. Oh god, he thinks, this is probably the stupidest, hottest thing he’s ever done in his life.
Jon’s hand speeds up, slick with Spencer’s precome now, while Jon’s other hand finds his way into the back of Spencer’s jeans, fingers pressing against his entrance like a promise. “Wanna fuck you,” Jon emphasizes after a few quick, irregular strokes to Spencer’s cock. “Wanna pin you down and fuck you hard. I bet you’d like that.”
Spencer sucks in a desperate breath, biting down hard on his lip. Jon’s finger pushes against his opening again, a little past the ring of a muscle , at the time as he strokes the tip of Spencer’s dick, and Spence muffles his noises against Jon’s shoulder, coming all over Jon’s hand inside his briefs.
Jon nuzzles his neck, beard scraping over his skin, and Spencer shivers in the aftershock as Jon pulls his hand from his pants and wipes it on the bean bag.
“Uhm,” Spence says once he’s caught his breath, Jon pushing against him, throwing one leg over Spencer’s as though he’s going to run away now. “What about you?”
“Huh,” Jon mumbles against his neck. “’m too drunk. You can blow me tomorrow. If I forget this happened, remind me, okay?”
two drink minimum
Jon/Spencer, NC-17
1 391 words, drunk shenanigans
Beta'd by Mandi or Chelle or... both. *facepalms* ♥
'He's scruffy,' Spence says after a moment.'>
"Hi," Jon slurs and slides into the bean bag next to Spencer. Spence looks up from his diet coke and sinks into his cushion a little farther. It's not that he minds Jon - Jon is really nice, and may or may not be more insightful than you'd assume at first - but Spencer is not a fan of drunk people (in general) and in the forty-eight hours they've been in England this is the second let's-all-get-drunk-in-some-random-guy's-basement party.
"Spencer," Jon continues, dragging out the r into a guttural growl, before taking a sip from his beer. "How are you feeling? Sugar already kicking in?"
Spence squints at his drink. "Diet coke," he replies dryly after a moment, tilting a deliberate brow at Jon. Jon stares for a second, and then breaks into a dry, short laugh, grinning, eyes gleaming. He takes another sip from his beer and then leans over, beckoning Spence close. Spence hesitates for a moment and then tilts his head in.
Jon stares at him for a moment before inhaling sharply. "You have totally pretty eyes."
"Uhm," Spence says, jerking back, but before he can answer Jon has already stumbled to his feet, saying something about whiskey.
A second later, William appears in Spencer’s field of vision. He looks not only drunk but also high. Spencer frowns at him and demonstratively takes a sip from his glass.
"So, Jon Walker, Jonathan Walker, Jwalk, you think he's hot?" William says without preamble. He looks a bit devious.
"He's scruffy," Spence says after a moment.
"Attractively scruffy?" William asks hopefully, deer eyes and all. "The beard? Isn't it philosophical? An homage to the ... wildness of nature? The wild waves of the oceans? He's an artist, his soul is wild."
"Uhm, okay," Spence says and is a bit thankful when somebody yells something about William's ass and getting it over to the booze which apparently makes William forget all about Jon's attractive scrubby artist soul.
Spence huffs, cranes his neck and spots Ryan in one the armchairs, Brendon on the armrest. A lot of torrid looks are being exchanged between the two and Spence huffs some more and decides to get some more diet coke because he doesn't think talking to Ryan at this point (if you're not Brendon Urie) makes much sense.
At the makeshift bar he sifts through bottles, sniffing at some, and then decides he'd rather have a Redbull because at least he knows nobody poured something in there. He grabs one can, and then another one and heads back to his seat.
Upon his approach he notices that there's a Jon Walker in his bean bag. He's holding a bottle of Johnnie Walker now, and seems quite pleased with his swag.
"Hiiii," Jon says and raises his bottle as a greeting. "I was waiting. You were gone. I kept your seat warm for you. See?" He scoots over a bit, petting the space next to him.
"I think I'll sit over here," Spence says and curls up in the other bean bag.
"Uh-uh, that's not in the su-skript," Jon says, hiccupping a little. He gets up and stumbles over to Spencer's seat, squeezing in next to him.
"That's better, right?" Jon grins and then takes a deep sip from his bottle. Spence wrinkles his nose at the smell of alcohol. Jon presses against him, arm around his waist.
"I don't really-" Spence starts, squirming a little, legs trapped uncomfortably under Jon's.
"So, Billiam said you find me incredibly attractive?" Jon cuts him off, starting to draw idly circles on Spencer's belly.
Spence grumbles and pushes at his fingers. "No, no, I did not say that. Is Bill really high?"
"Huh, possibly," Jon answers and his voice is suddenly really close to Spencer's ear, his breath warm against his neck. "One of the guys probably had something. You never know with those crazy Europeans." His hand evades Spencer's and slips under his shirt.
Spence yelps. "You're kind of totally molesting me here."
"You have nice skin," Jon mouths against his neck a moment later, and maybe Spencer's breath speeds up a bit when Jon's nails scrape over his skin lightly. "It's all smooth. Mh. Totally feels like a cat tummy."
"What?" Spence asks, pushing at Jon's forehead to keep him away from his neck.
"I mean, really nice, ok? I want to keep touching you forever," Jon continues, sounding a little far-away. He takes another drag from his bottle.
"I think that may pose a problem because uhm, there's this band? I drum for?" Spence replies, pulling Jon's fingers from his T-shirt only to feel them slip under the waistband of his jeans, resting tentatively there.
“I can play the drums a bit, too. I could sit behind you while you drum.” Jon hums happily against his neck. Spence struggles a little, which Jon obviously mistakes for encouragement because he pulls him closer, putting the bottle away, and sliding his free hand down Spencer’s spine, cupping his ass.
“I can bite your fingers off,” Spence says resolutely and tries to sound threatening.
“I know other things you can do with your mouth,” Jon giggles and presses his lips against the corner of Spencer’s mouth, flicking his tongue against his lips, and yeah, ok, so, that’s kind of nice actually, if Spence ignores that Jon tastes a little like whiskey and beer, but on the other hand, he barely knows Jon. Their lips should not be touching if he barely knows Jon.
He growls a bit and then closes his teeth around Jon’s lower lip hard, not drawing blood, but a definite warning in his book. Except that Jon makes a keening noise against his lips and opens his mouth, starting to kiss Spencer earnestly, tongue wet and slick, sliding over the roof of Spencer’s mouth, making him shiver.
Jon’s hand slips up and curls around his belly again, his other hand squeezing Spencer’s ass lightly. Spencer makes a whimpering sound he doesn’t actually want to make, but god, Jon is kind of good at this. Spence wonders for a moment if alcohol is like, contagious, and then Jon’s hand slides from his tummy lower again, cupping Spencer’s half-hard cock through his jeans.
“Oh fuck,” Spence hisses, breaking from Jon, lips smacking. “People are-“
“Totally drunk and high and so not paying attention,” Jon replies, diving down again and pushing his tongue in Spencer’s mouth, muffling his protest. He’s still for a moment, shivering a little in Jon’s touch, and then opens up, pushing his tongue against Jon’s.
Jon starts stroking him through his jeans a little faster, little movements that make Spencer’s toes curl in frustration, until Jon pulls away, fumbles with his fly for a moment and then wraps his hand around Spencer’s cock inside his briefs. His mouth slides against Spencer’s ear, tongue flicking out.
“Been watching you,” he breathes against Spencer’s skin, and Spence suppresses a little moan, bucking his hips.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Jon licks his neck, sucks at the skin there, biting down lightly, and Spence does moan now, arching his back. Oh god, he thinks, this is probably the stupidest, hottest thing he’s ever done in his life.
Jon’s hand speeds up, slick with Spencer’s precome now, while Jon’s other hand finds his way into the back of Spencer’s jeans, fingers pressing against his entrance like a promise. “Wanna fuck you,” Jon emphasizes after a few quick, irregular strokes to Spencer’s cock. “Wanna pin you down and fuck you hard. I bet you’d like that.”
Spencer sucks in a desperate breath, biting down hard on his lip. Jon’s finger pushes against his opening again, a little past the ring of a muscle , at the time as he strokes the tip of Spencer’s dick, and Spence muffles his noises against Jon’s shoulder, coming all over Jon’s hand inside his briefs.
Jon nuzzles his neck, beard scraping over his skin, and Spencer shivers in the aftershock as Jon pulls his hand from his pants and wipes it on the bean bag.
“Uhm,” Spence says once he’s caught his breath, Jon pushing against him, throwing one leg over Spencer’s as though he’s going to run away now. “What about you?”
“Huh,” Jon mumbles against his neck. “’m too drunk. You can blow me tomorrow. If I forget this happened, remind me, okay?”