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for my patd_100 Jon Walker claim.
Title: Pretty One
Pairing: Jon/Spencer
Prompt: #097 - want.
Rating: PG-13, for boykissing.
Word count: 136
Summary: Spencer is the pretty one, when it matters.
Disclaimer: This is a work of complete friction. I mean fiction.



"I'm not - I'm not the pretty one," Spencer whispered huskily against Jon's lips that night when he slipped into his bunk on the tour bus. Jon woke up somewhere around the moment when Spencer threw one thigh over his legs and straddled his hips, leaning over to breathe against his face. "I'm not charismatic like Brendon or pretty like Ryan, but Jon. I can swear to you that no one will ever love you like I do."

Jon's dark eyes went wide, though Spencer could only barely see it in the darkness of the bunk. He'd been careful about closing the curtain behind him when he'd finally gathered up the balls to do this.

"Spencer," he said, but then he didn't say anything else and it was endearing as all hell. So Spencer kissed him.

Title: Perhaps Not Such a Quickie
Pairing: Jon/Spencer
Prompt: #004 - firsts.
Rating: NC-17, for m/m sex, and swearing.
Word count: 268
Summary: They might make this a regular thing.
Disclaimer: This is a work of complete friction. I mean fiction.



"Oh, fuck!"

Jon really hadn't expected this at all. He'd joined this band because Brendon had pouted at him and offered him iced tea if he said yes, pretty much. But now he had Spencer pinned to a wall with his back pressed against it and his pretty legs wrapped around his own thick waist. Poor Spence kept banging his head against the wall, arching his spine and rocking his hips to meet every one of Jon's thrusts. He hissed through gritted teeth when Jon lifted one hand from his ass to grip his swollen, dripping cock in one broad, rough hand, fisting it hard. He felt so fucking full, like Jon's cock inside of him had plugged up some gaping void that he hadn't even known about before.

Jon grunted, waiting for Spencer to spurt violently between their stomachs before letting go inside of the condom he was wearing, slick and hot with lube and thrusting. And then his hands relaxed against Spencer's numb thighs, letting him slide to the floor. And really, it was breathtaking and hilarious the way Jon tossed the condom into the wastebasket and then scooped him up into his arms, carrying him back to their bed. Spencer glared because he was most definitely not the bitch here, but he couldn't help but nuzzle his throat a little anyway when he dropped him into bed.

"You were amazing," Jon murmured sleepily, spooning up against him and wrapping both arms around his waist. "I'm glad we did this."

Spencer didn't say anything, but pushed back a little further. Because. Jon was warm, was all.

Title: Pretty Damn Oblivious
Pairing: Jon/Spencer, Brendon/Jon/Ryan/Spencer implied.
Prompt: #098 - orgy.
Rating: R, for swearing and implications of m/m/m/m sex.
Word count: 192
Summary: Sometimes Jon needs to not think so much.
Disclaimer: This is a work of complete friction. I mean fiction.



Oh, but he was lovely.

Jon watched Spencer toying with his drumsticks, idly twirling them between nimble fingers during practice, slamming them against the surface of his drums in concert. He watched him when he brushed his soft, fine brown hair in the mornings, and he watched him when he talked on his cell phone at lunch. He watched him say goodnight to everyone before heading into his hotel room, and later he watched him from his own hotel-room doorway when he slipped into Brendon's room.

Ryan came to him that night, knocking hard on his door and waking Jon up. When he finally stumbled over to open it for him, Ryan said sharply, "Spencer and Brendon are fucking in Brendon's room."

"I know," Jon said tiredly, aching.

"And I was having a great time in the middle of it. But then they sent me to get your blind ass, and it's fucking cold in here, please tell me you don't have the goddamn AC on. Jesus, just come with me already," Ryan shot right back at him, glaring. Jon blinked.

"Nngh?"

Ryan rolled his eyes and took Jon's hand. "Let's go."

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