fic: hormones in key
This is rather experimental in that it's a co-write (I hope it's okay to post this here) between simpleconstruct and I. So - we hope you enjoy it? :O
hormones in key
~3000, NC-17, P!atD, FOB
Brendon/Ryan/Jon/Spencer + Pete
Ryan makes a displeased noise from his place on the couch. It sounds a little distressed and 'help me, Spence!' so Spence tilts his head to look past his laptop to watch Brendon crawl into Ryan's lap. The XBox controller lies forgotten and deserted on the floor and on the screen blinks the high score. Spencer grins when he sees that Brendon still hasn't managed to beat him, which may or may not (Spence doesn't dare to make assumptions on Brendon's motives) be the reason why Brendon is now snuggling close to a very unwilling Ryan, looking all hurt and woeful.
"Make out with me," Spence hears him say, muffled by Ryan's sweater. "I lost again. It sucks. I hate Spence." A quick glance into Spence's direction and Spencer raises a brow at him and flips him off before going back to his work.
From the couch, Ryan makes desperate noises, and Spence can't help but risk another glance. Brendon has Ryan pinned down effectively with his knees and is pulling at his sweater. Spence swallows, and tries to ignore the warmth pooling in his lower body.
"Fuck, Brendon," Spencer hears, a tiny hiss out of Ryan's mouth and he doesn't really want to look. Instead, he shifts the laptop to a more comfortable position on his lap, rearranging his legs in an Indian-style position.
"Don't you feel bad for me, Ryan?" Brendon is asking, and Spencer glances up to see him comfortably settled between Ryan's legs, rolling his hips a little and nuzzling Ryan's chin.
"Of course I do, Brendon," Ryan says, consolingly patting him on the head. He meets Spencer's gaze and Spence can feel the flush spreading on his cheeks. Ryan rolls his eyes at Spence and mouths 'KID', but continues to pet Brendon's hair. Brendon makes a pleased little sound and buries his nose against Ryan's neck, and even Spence has to smile a little. He looks away again when Ryan gives him a questioning look.
"Hey, hey," Brendon mumbles, and Spence deliberately doesn't look but keeps typing. There is shuffling, the sounds of clothes sliding over skin and then hushed voices and Ryan exhaling audibly. Spence bites his lip and tries to ignore the wet noises, the shallow breathing, but when Ryan makes a little choking sound, he can't help but look.
They're kissing open-mouthed, tongues sliding wetly against each other, teeth clicking; it's so quiet; Spence imagines he can hear their heartbeats in unison, and he lets out a breath he didn't notice he was holding.
The door to the lounge opens as soon as Spencer tears his eyes away from Ryan and Brendon, still connected at the mouth. And, really, everywhere else.
Jon stands in the doorway, watching everything with a cocked eyebrow. Spencer meets his eyes, a little flushed, and almost feels guilty for being in the room. Jon lets out a little 'whoo-hoo' noise, and Spencer automatically feels light again.
He watches with Jon as Brendon breaks away from his embrace with Ryan for a moment to turn around, slick-lipped and dark-eyed, and flick Jon off.
"Oooh," Jon says and reaches for his heart, mock-hurt, face twisting in invisible pain. He laughs and flops down on the ground next to Spence's feet.
"So, since when?" he asks, twisting his neck to look at Spencer.
Spencer shrugs, bites his lip, hoping Jon is talking of what he thinks he is. "Five minutes," he answers, trying to sound nonchalant. Brendon tells them to fuck off, twice, whenever he manages to pry himself away from Ryan.
Jon grins and rolls his eyes, and Spence feels a little safer now that he's not alone anymore. He turns to his laptop again, ready to continue, when suddenly Ryan's sidekick on the table next to Spence starts blinking, vibrating and ringing all at once.
"Are you," he starts, trailing off when a quick glance shows that Ryan, in fact, won't be able to get his phone.
Jon nudges his shin, still grinning up at Spencer, this time with a twinkle in his eyes. "Get it," he mouths. Spencer reaches over, pulling the phone into his hand, and pressing the 'answer' button.
"Er, Hey, Pete," he says, after a quick glance at the caller ID.
"Ryan there?" Pete says, kind of passing over the formality of 'hi', which Spencer finds a little rude. (Really, what does it take?)
"Um, no," Spencer says, a little bit of a laugh in his voice, "He's kind of, busy."
"With what? Emo lyrics?" Pete asks, and Spencer can nearly hear the smirk in his voice. "Come on, get him to the phone."
"Er, no, he's really busy," Spence insists because he is quite sure that Ryan won't move an inch if he calls him to the phone right now. Jon moves from his position on the floor to sit on the armrest next to Spencer.
"He's got his hands full," he says into the phone with a grin before Spencer can pull away.
"Hah," Pete kind of laughs, and then, "No, seriously. I'm not fucking joking, give me Ryan."
"He's performing sexual favors on our lead singer, I'm afraid," Jon answers and Spencer swats his thigh.
"Shut the fuck up!" Brendon yells from the couch.
"Can't you get him to stop, for like, a second?" Pete asks, and he's probably grinning, probably.
"I don't think so," Spencer says, grabbing the phone from Jon as soon as he sees that he is about to speak.
"Just say, 'Pete is on the phone,' he'll come." Spencer finds the choice of wording somewhat ironic, but calls out anyways, only to be received by a wave of Ryan's hand, which has snaked its way out from between his and Brendon's bodies - in a rather low spot.
"Yeah, I'd try something less anti-making-out, Pete," Jon laughs, trying to tug the phone away to himself.
"What? Should I say like, 'Ryan, bite Brendon's lip,' or something?" Spencer can hear Pete laughing from the phone, amused.
"You never know, it might work," he says, smiling and leaning against Jon's head. (One of them had to do the smart thing and decide to share.)
"Pete says you should bite Brendon's lip, Ryan," Spence says after a moment of consideration. "Or come to the phone," the adds after a second, but Brendon is already groaning, his bottom lip between Ryan's teeth. They part for a moment, and kiss again.
"Oh, shit," Jon mutters, breath hitching, and Spencer swallows. He can hear the blood rush in his ears, loud and fast and hot.
"What? What?" Pete asks over the line.
"He did it," Jon says, leaning closer to Spencer. "So, what now?"
"Oh," Pete says and Spence can hear him swallow. "Seriously?"
"Yeah, absolutely" Jon says calmly, and Pete answers, sounding uncertain, "Are they- are they naked. Jesus, I can't believe I'm asking this. Are they?"
"No," Spence answers, feeling a little surreal. Feels very surreal when Jon adds, "Not yet."
"You think I could just tell them to get naked?" Pete asks, a little laughter in his voice, and then, before Spencer can reply, "Shirts, tell him to take off their shirts."
Spencer swallows again, wishing for water, and Jon is tense beside him. "I, Ryan, Pete wants you to take off both your and Brendon's, er, shirts."
Jon lets out a little breath, that could almost be a laugh, and Spencer buries his face into his neck, mumbling, "Did I just say that? Ohmygod, Jon, did I just say that?"
"Hey! What are they doing?" Pete asks from the phone, a little louder than necessary and Spencer glances back up. Brendon's back is bare, muscles tensing as Ryan rakes his nails lightly downwards.
Ryan locks eyes with Spence, pupils small and dark, "What else, does he want, Spence? What else?"
Spencer almost groans himself at the tone of Ryan's voice, watches him struggle out of his own shirt. "Shit," he says into the phone, "Shit Pete, what now?"
Pete is quiet for a moment, and Spence presses closer to Jon, needing contact, needing an anchor. "Brendon - tell Brendon to, uh, lick Ryan's lips." Pete sounds a little hoarse; his tone makes Spencer's stomach lurch a little with the realization of what they're about to do, of what they're already doing.
"Brendon," Jon says, putting his hand softly onto Spence's thigh. "Er, kiss Ryan."
"Lick his lips," Spence adds before he can stop himself, and Brendon's eyes dance between them for a moment before he leans down and softly licks Ryan's lower lip and then kisses him. Ryan arches off the couch, straining towards Brendon, his arms around Brendon's neck.
Spencer feels Jon's hand move to his thigh, squeezing a little, and he breathes, "Fuck, Spencer, fuck."
Ryan is making little noises, accentuated by the wet sounds. "Is that, is - Ryan really makes those noises? Holy shit," Pete exclaims from the phone, and Spence asks, "Can you say something else, Pete?"
Again, Pete holds his tongue, obviously thinking, and Spencer can't help but make an impatient noise, eyes locked with Ryan's as Brendon nips at his bottom lip.
"Have, have Brendon bite him, Spence, his neck," Pete finally answers, his voice an octave deeper.
'Like a vampire?' Spencer wants to joke, but can't, he's too far into serious and surreal territory.
"Bite him, Brendon," he says instead and reaches for his neck, and Jon's fingers dig into the flesh of his thigh harder, nearly painful. Brendon nods and leans down, burying his face against Ryan's neck. Ryan gasps and arches up, mouth slightly open and eyes closed.
"Wow," Jon says against Spencer's temple, lips soft, breath moist and tickling. "That's seriously." He stops, hand sliding higher on Spencer's thigh and Spence feels him tremble slightly.
"Does it hurt?" Spence hisses, trying to make his voice sound normal. "Ryan?"
"No-ah," Ryan breaks off, pulling at Brendon's hair until Brendon complies and moves to kiss him on the mouth again. Over the phone Pete makes a little choking noise.
"You guys, you," Pete almost gasps, and Spencer imagines him in his living room, or his bedroom, gripping his Sidekick with a sweaty hand to mirror Spencer's own, "You aren't fucking with me, right? They - they are really?"
Jon nods, seemingly incoherent, and Spencer answers a hoarse, "Yes."
"God, I want to see this," Pete says, almost indirectly into the phone, as if he's saying it to himself, "Can, would they do more? Ask him, ask."
Now even Brendon is turned a little, watching Spencer and Jon on the couch, waiting, he trails his fingers down Ryan's bare chest, and Spencer can see the muscles tensing. "Would you do," he asks, "Would you do more?"
Brendon gives a little almost frantic nod, and pushes visibly downward, making Ryan groan, eyes falling shut.
"Can you, like, let us get naked, at least? Jesus," Brendon growls out, annoyed.
"Er, Pete," Spencer rasps, "They want - ask them to take off everything."
"Okay," Pete says. "That works."
Jon nods shortly at them, and Brendon sits up and starts wiggling out of his pants. He's halfway through, when he seems to notice that Ryan isn't really doing anything.
"Ryan?" Spence and Jon ask nearly at the same time. "Huh?" Pete says over the phone.
"I like my pants, thanks," Ryan says and pushes at Brendon who's trying to work his fly open. "Tell Pete to go fuck himself, I won't get naked here in front you all."
Jon says raises his brow, and Spence bites his lip. Pete's inquiring voice over the phone is echoing in his head, annoyingly so. He inhales sharply and pries the Sidekick from his ear and hangs up. Jon gives a little laugh and slides down the armrest until he's squeezed into the armchair with Spence. Spencer fidgets for a moment and then decides, what the hell, and climbs into Jon's lap.
"Blow him," Spence says and tilts his chin a little, Jon's hands sneaking around his waist.
Ryan makes a face, his nose scrunched up a little. "You guys," he says, slowly, and his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. Jon pushes upwards a little, just a tiny pressure and grips at Spencer's hipbone.
Brendon turns to Ryan, a tiny pout on his face, and brushes his knuckles along Ryan's chin. "Come on," he whispers, slightly, and Jon continues to push up against Spencer, light but enough that it's making his head spin.
"Come on," Brendon says again, "You want to, don't you? Just -- on your knees and everything, right on the floor while I sit up here? While they watch?"
Ryan looks like he's considering saying no, or getting up, because he tenses, but then he makes a quick grab for Brendon's hand, the one on his chin, and pulls him forward, into an almost harsh kiss.
"Fuck," Jon whispers from behind Spencer, and his tongue darts out to lick at the shell of Spencer's ear.
"Do it," Spence whispers, not sure whether Ryan can even hear him, but Jon's movements get more frantic, and Spence grinds back at him a little. He watches Ryan and Brendon break apart and then Ryan is sliding from the couch onto the floor, hands on Brendon's thighs and Brendon's fingers in his hair.
"Shit," Jon mouths into Spencer's ear. "Shit, Spence, this is so hot."
Spence swallows nods and leans back a little more, falling against Jon, twists his arms so he can bury his hands in Jon's hair. Jon's noticeably hard against him, and Spence moves again, enjoys the sound Jon makes.
He closes his eyes for a moment, but then Brendon just gasps, hoarsely, and Spence has to look, just has to; there's Ryan on the floor, knees folded beneath him, toes curling, hands in Brendon's pants, head bobbing. Brendon's back is curving off the couch, eyes squeezed close, teeth on his lower lip.
Jon squeezes Spencer's hipbone again, and moves his hand a little lower, wiggles it under the belt just to stop three-quarters of his finger length in and massage lightly. Spencer rolls his hips down, a little too hard and Jon groans, completely un-shushed into his ear. He bends down to lick at Spencer's neck, and they both turn their attentions back to the couch.
Spencer can see one of Ryan's hands, long fingers gripping at Brendon's hip, fingers pushing down on his waistband. He can see the taught muscles of Ryan's back, and thinks, 'shit' as Brendon lets out another gasp and Jon bites down on his neck, hard.
Ryan gets Brendon's boxers down, a triumphant hum spilling out of his mouth, and Brendon visibly shivers a little, presumably as the cool air of the room hits his sensitive skin. Ryan's head dips down, far, and from his angle Spencer can see Brendon meeting his eyes, his mouth open in a drawn out gasp. "Ryan," he breaths, just as Jon says, "Spencer, Spence," and moves his hand to push lightly at Spencer's crotch.
Spence's eyes flutter shut and Jon's hand fumbles with the buttons on his jeans for a moment before dipping inside, fingers closing around his cock. Spence moans, low, feels his voice crack a little, and Jon whispers senseless words against his skin, thrusts against him and Spence grinds back, rhythm between Jon's strokes on his cock and their movement.
Brendon moans and Ryan makes a little choking noise, wet sounds, the sound of rustling clothes, and Spence eyes fly open again when in between little harsh breaths Jon tells him to look. Brendon's hips are jerking up and up, his fingers gripping Ryan's hair tightly. Ryan's bobbing his head still, caught up in Brendon's rhythm, shoulders slack as he lets Brendon fuck his mouth.
"Oh god," Spence breathes, nearly inaudibly even to himself, and pushes harder into Jon's hand.
A little noise escapes Spencer's mouth, almost a whine and Jon thumbs at the tip of his cock, a little too rough, but - god. He's having trouble keeping his eyes open, to drink in Brendon's expressions, his sounds, and the way Ryan is just taking it - taking the thrusts of Brendon's hip.
"Shit, Spence, shit," Jon growls, adopting a faster pace, squeezing every time he bucks his hips up, and Spencer pushes back down. He's tempted to let his head fall backwards, to grab Jon and just kiss him, hard and senseless, but Jon has his other hand against his neck, directing his focus forward.
Brendon makes another noise, a keening almost melodic sound, as if he's trying to hit a note but his throat is stuck, and Spencer thinks he hears a moan from Ryan, even with Brendon's cock down his throat, even with the bucking of Brendon's hips.
"He likes it, Spence, fuck," Jon rasps between panting, sucking harshly at the skin behind Spencer's ears, in a way that will definitely be leaving a mark.
"Ah, Ryan, fuck," Brendon gasps and stills, hips curving off the couch, making tiny pumping motions. Ryan pulls back a little, but seems to swallow. Jon groans against Spence's neck, and bites him slightly, sucking skin between his teeth again, stroking him faster.
Spence exhales and watches Ryan wipe his face before climbing into Brendon's lap; Brendon reaches for Ryan's pants and Ryan's hips buck forward. Spence closes his eyes and twists from Jon's grip on his chin and turns to press their mouths together. Jon makes a surprised sound, but pushes his tongue inside Spence's mouth, wet and hot; he thumbs the head of Spence's cock again, rubs against him harder and Spence moans into his mouth, the palms of his hands feeling golden and filled with electricity. It spreads, warm, hot, fluid down his spine and up his cock and he comes gasping into Jon's mouth.
Jon bites his lips, grinds against him again, once, twice, before his mouth goes slack and he freezes in mid-motion. He sags against Spence then, laughing a little, smiling, and Spence has to smile back. He kisses him softly and Jon pulls his hand from Spence's pants.
Spence glances at the couch and sees Ryan fall against Brendon, hug him, his back heaving and sinking. Brendon sticks his tongue out at Spence but then grins at him, eyes dark, face flushed still. Jon laughs low, and the sound vibrates through Spencer's bones, and he closes his eyes and sinks against Jon again.
hormones in key
~3000, NC-17, P!atD, FOB
Brendon/Ryan/Jon/Spencer + Pete
Ryan makes a displeased noise from his place on the couch. It sounds a little distressed and 'help me, Spence!' so Spence tilts his head to look past his laptop to watch Brendon crawl into Ryan's lap. The XBox controller lies forgotten and deserted on the floor and on the screen blinks the high score. Spencer grins when he sees that Brendon still hasn't managed to beat him, which may or may not (Spence doesn't dare to make assumptions on Brendon's motives) be the reason why Brendon is now snuggling close to a very unwilling Ryan, looking all hurt and woeful.
"Make out with me," Spence hears him say, muffled by Ryan's sweater. "I lost again. It sucks. I hate Spence." A quick glance into Spence's direction and Spencer raises a brow at him and flips him off before going back to his work.
From the couch, Ryan makes desperate noises, and Spence can't help but risk another glance. Brendon has Ryan pinned down effectively with his knees and is pulling at his sweater. Spence swallows, and tries to ignore the warmth pooling in his lower body.
"Fuck, Brendon," Spencer hears, a tiny hiss out of Ryan's mouth and he doesn't really want to look. Instead, he shifts the laptop to a more comfortable position on his lap, rearranging his legs in an Indian-style position.
"Don't you feel bad for me, Ryan?" Brendon is asking, and Spencer glances up to see him comfortably settled between Ryan's legs, rolling his hips a little and nuzzling Ryan's chin.
"Of course I do, Brendon," Ryan says, consolingly patting him on the head. He meets Spencer's gaze and Spence can feel the flush spreading on his cheeks. Ryan rolls his eyes at Spence and mouths 'KID', but continues to pet Brendon's hair. Brendon makes a pleased little sound and buries his nose against Ryan's neck, and even Spence has to smile a little. He looks away again when Ryan gives him a questioning look.
"Hey, hey," Brendon mumbles, and Spence deliberately doesn't look but keeps typing. There is shuffling, the sounds of clothes sliding over skin and then hushed voices and Ryan exhaling audibly. Spence bites his lip and tries to ignore the wet noises, the shallow breathing, but when Ryan makes a little choking sound, he can't help but look.
They're kissing open-mouthed, tongues sliding wetly against each other, teeth clicking; it's so quiet; Spence imagines he can hear their heartbeats in unison, and he lets out a breath he didn't notice he was holding.
The door to the lounge opens as soon as Spencer tears his eyes away from Ryan and Brendon, still connected at the mouth. And, really, everywhere else.
Jon stands in the doorway, watching everything with a cocked eyebrow. Spencer meets his eyes, a little flushed, and almost feels guilty for being in the room. Jon lets out a little 'whoo-hoo' noise, and Spencer automatically feels light again.
He watches with Jon as Brendon breaks away from his embrace with Ryan for a moment to turn around, slick-lipped and dark-eyed, and flick Jon off.
"Oooh," Jon says and reaches for his heart, mock-hurt, face twisting in invisible pain. He laughs and flops down on the ground next to Spence's feet.
"So, since when?" he asks, twisting his neck to look at Spencer.
Spencer shrugs, bites his lip, hoping Jon is talking of what he thinks he is. "Five minutes," he answers, trying to sound nonchalant. Brendon tells them to fuck off, twice, whenever he manages to pry himself away from Ryan.
Jon grins and rolls his eyes, and Spence feels a little safer now that he's not alone anymore. He turns to his laptop again, ready to continue, when suddenly Ryan's sidekick on the table next to Spence starts blinking, vibrating and ringing all at once.
"Are you," he starts, trailing off when a quick glance shows that Ryan, in fact, won't be able to get his phone.
Jon nudges his shin, still grinning up at Spencer, this time with a twinkle in his eyes. "Get it," he mouths. Spencer reaches over, pulling the phone into his hand, and pressing the 'answer' button.
"Er, Hey, Pete," he says, after a quick glance at the caller ID.
"Ryan there?" Pete says, kind of passing over the formality of 'hi', which Spencer finds a little rude. (Really, what does it take?)
"Um, no," Spencer says, a little bit of a laugh in his voice, "He's kind of, busy."
"With what? Emo lyrics?" Pete asks, and Spencer can nearly hear the smirk in his voice. "Come on, get him to the phone."
"Er, no, he's really busy," Spence insists because he is quite sure that Ryan won't move an inch if he calls him to the phone right now. Jon moves from his position on the floor to sit on the armrest next to Spencer.
"He's got his hands full," he says into the phone with a grin before Spencer can pull away.
"Hah," Pete kind of laughs, and then, "No, seriously. I'm not fucking joking, give me Ryan."
"He's performing sexual favors on our lead singer, I'm afraid," Jon answers and Spencer swats his thigh.
"Shut the fuck up!" Brendon yells from the couch.
"Can't you get him to stop, for like, a second?" Pete asks, and he's probably grinning, probably.
"I don't think so," Spencer says, grabbing the phone from Jon as soon as he sees that he is about to speak.
"Just say, 'Pete is on the phone,' he'll come." Spencer finds the choice of wording somewhat ironic, but calls out anyways, only to be received by a wave of Ryan's hand, which has snaked its way out from between his and Brendon's bodies - in a rather low spot.
"Yeah, I'd try something less anti-making-out, Pete," Jon laughs, trying to tug the phone away to himself.
"What? Should I say like, 'Ryan, bite Brendon's lip,' or something?" Spencer can hear Pete laughing from the phone, amused.
"You never know, it might work," he says, smiling and leaning against Jon's head. (One of them had to do the smart thing and decide to share.)
"Pete says you should bite Brendon's lip, Ryan," Spence says after a moment of consideration. "Or come to the phone," the adds after a second, but Brendon is already groaning, his bottom lip between Ryan's teeth. They part for a moment, and kiss again.
"Oh, shit," Jon mutters, breath hitching, and Spencer swallows. He can hear the blood rush in his ears, loud and fast and hot.
"What? What?" Pete asks over the line.
"He did it," Jon says, leaning closer to Spencer. "So, what now?"
"Oh," Pete says and Spence can hear him swallow. "Seriously?"
"Yeah, absolutely" Jon says calmly, and Pete answers, sounding uncertain, "Are they- are they naked. Jesus, I can't believe I'm asking this. Are they?"
"No," Spence answers, feeling a little surreal. Feels very surreal when Jon adds, "Not yet."
"You think I could just tell them to get naked?" Pete asks, a little laughter in his voice, and then, before Spencer can reply, "Shirts, tell him to take off their shirts."
Spencer swallows again, wishing for water, and Jon is tense beside him. "I, Ryan, Pete wants you to take off both your and Brendon's, er, shirts."
Jon lets out a little breath, that could almost be a laugh, and Spencer buries his face into his neck, mumbling, "Did I just say that? Ohmygod, Jon, did I just say that?"
"Hey! What are they doing?" Pete asks from the phone, a little louder than necessary and Spencer glances back up. Brendon's back is bare, muscles tensing as Ryan rakes his nails lightly downwards.
Ryan locks eyes with Spence, pupils small and dark, "What else, does he want, Spence? What else?"
Spencer almost groans himself at the tone of Ryan's voice, watches him struggle out of his own shirt. "Shit," he says into the phone, "Shit Pete, what now?"
Pete is quiet for a moment, and Spence presses closer to Jon, needing contact, needing an anchor. "Brendon - tell Brendon to, uh, lick Ryan's lips." Pete sounds a little hoarse; his tone makes Spencer's stomach lurch a little with the realization of what they're about to do, of what they're already doing.
"Brendon," Jon says, putting his hand softly onto Spence's thigh. "Er, kiss Ryan."
"Lick his lips," Spence adds before he can stop himself, and Brendon's eyes dance between them for a moment before he leans down and softly licks Ryan's lower lip and then kisses him. Ryan arches off the couch, straining towards Brendon, his arms around Brendon's neck.
Spencer feels Jon's hand move to his thigh, squeezing a little, and he breathes, "Fuck, Spencer, fuck."
Ryan is making little noises, accentuated by the wet sounds. "Is that, is - Ryan really makes those noises? Holy shit," Pete exclaims from the phone, and Spence asks, "Can you say something else, Pete?"
Again, Pete holds his tongue, obviously thinking, and Spencer can't help but make an impatient noise, eyes locked with Ryan's as Brendon nips at his bottom lip.
"Have, have Brendon bite him, Spence, his neck," Pete finally answers, his voice an octave deeper.
'Like a vampire?' Spencer wants to joke, but can't, he's too far into serious and surreal territory.
"Bite him, Brendon," he says instead and reaches for his neck, and Jon's fingers dig into the flesh of his thigh harder, nearly painful. Brendon nods and leans down, burying his face against Ryan's neck. Ryan gasps and arches up, mouth slightly open and eyes closed.
"Wow," Jon says against Spencer's temple, lips soft, breath moist and tickling. "That's seriously." He stops, hand sliding higher on Spencer's thigh and Spence feels him tremble slightly.
"Does it hurt?" Spence hisses, trying to make his voice sound normal. "Ryan?"
"No-ah," Ryan breaks off, pulling at Brendon's hair until Brendon complies and moves to kiss him on the mouth again. Over the phone Pete makes a little choking noise.
"You guys, you," Pete almost gasps, and Spencer imagines him in his living room, or his bedroom, gripping his Sidekick with a sweaty hand to mirror Spencer's own, "You aren't fucking with me, right? They - they are really?"
Jon nods, seemingly incoherent, and Spencer answers a hoarse, "Yes."
"God, I want to see this," Pete says, almost indirectly into the phone, as if he's saying it to himself, "Can, would they do more? Ask him, ask."
Now even Brendon is turned a little, watching Spencer and Jon on the couch, waiting, he trails his fingers down Ryan's bare chest, and Spencer can see the muscles tensing. "Would you do," he asks, "Would you do more?"
Brendon gives a little almost frantic nod, and pushes visibly downward, making Ryan groan, eyes falling shut.
"Can you, like, let us get naked, at least? Jesus," Brendon growls out, annoyed.
"Er, Pete," Spencer rasps, "They want - ask them to take off everything."
"Okay," Pete says. "That works."
Jon nods shortly at them, and Brendon sits up and starts wiggling out of his pants. He's halfway through, when he seems to notice that Ryan isn't really doing anything.
"Ryan?" Spence and Jon ask nearly at the same time. "Huh?" Pete says over the phone.
"I like my pants, thanks," Ryan says and pushes at Brendon who's trying to work his fly open. "Tell Pete to go fuck himself, I won't get naked here in front you all."
Jon says raises his brow, and Spence bites his lip. Pete's inquiring voice over the phone is echoing in his head, annoyingly so. He inhales sharply and pries the Sidekick from his ear and hangs up. Jon gives a little laugh and slides down the armrest until he's squeezed into the armchair with Spence. Spencer fidgets for a moment and then decides, what the hell, and climbs into Jon's lap.
"Blow him," Spence says and tilts his chin a little, Jon's hands sneaking around his waist.
Ryan makes a face, his nose scrunched up a little. "You guys," he says, slowly, and his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. Jon pushes upwards a little, just a tiny pressure and grips at Spencer's hipbone.
Brendon turns to Ryan, a tiny pout on his face, and brushes his knuckles along Ryan's chin. "Come on," he whispers, slightly, and Jon continues to push up against Spencer, light but enough that it's making his head spin.
"Come on," Brendon says again, "You want to, don't you? Just -- on your knees and everything, right on the floor while I sit up here? While they watch?"
Ryan looks like he's considering saying no, or getting up, because he tenses, but then he makes a quick grab for Brendon's hand, the one on his chin, and pulls him forward, into an almost harsh kiss.
"Fuck," Jon whispers from behind Spencer, and his tongue darts out to lick at the shell of Spencer's ear.
"Do it," Spence whispers, not sure whether Ryan can even hear him, but Jon's movements get more frantic, and Spence grinds back at him a little. He watches Ryan and Brendon break apart and then Ryan is sliding from the couch onto the floor, hands on Brendon's thighs and Brendon's fingers in his hair.
"Shit," Jon mouths into Spencer's ear. "Shit, Spence, this is so hot."
Spence swallows nods and leans back a little more, falling against Jon, twists his arms so he can bury his hands in Jon's hair. Jon's noticeably hard against him, and Spence moves again, enjoys the sound Jon makes.
He closes his eyes for a moment, but then Brendon just gasps, hoarsely, and Spence has to look, just has to; there's Ryan on the floor, knees folded beneath him, toes curling, hands in Brendon's pants, head bobbing. Brendon's back is curving off the couch, eyes squeezed close, teeth on his lower lip.
Jon squeezes Spencer's hipbone again, and moves his hand a little lower, wiggles it under the belt just to stop three-quarters of his finger length in and massage lightly. Spencer rolls his hips down, a little too hard and Jon groans, completely un-shushed into his ear. He bends down to lick at Spencer's neck, and they both turn their attentions back to the couch.
Spencer can see one of Ryan's hands, long fingers gripping at Brendon's hip, fingers pushing down on his waistband. He can see the taught muscles of Ryan's back, and thinks, 'shit' as Brendon lets out another gasp and Jon bites down on his neck, hard.
Ryan gets Brendon's boxers down, a triumphant hum spilling out of his mouth, and Brendon visibly shivers a little, presumably as the cool air of the room hits his sensitive skin. Ryan's head dips down, far, and from his angle Spencer can see Brendon meeting his eyes, his mouth open in a drawn out gasp. "Ryan," he breaths, just as Jon says, "Spencer, Spence," and moves his hand to push lightly at Spencer's crotch.
Spence's eyes flutter shut and Jon's hand fumbles with the buttons on his jeans for a moment before dipping inside, fingers closing around his cock. Spence moans, low, feels his voice crack a little, and Jon whispers senseless words against his skin, thrusts against him and Spence grinds back, rhythm between Jon's strokes on his cock and their movement.
Brendon moans and Ryan makes a little choking noise, wet sounds, the sound of rustling clothes, and Spence eyes fly open again when in between little harsh breaths Jon tells him to look. Brendon's hips are jerking up and up, his fingers gripping Ryan's hair tightly. Ryan's bobbing his head still, caught up in Brendon's rhythm, shoulders slack as he lets Brendon fuck his mouth.
"Oh god," Spence breathes, nearly inaudibly even to himself, and pushes harder into Jon's hand.
A little noise escapes Spencer's mouth, almost a whine and Jon thumbs at the tip of his cock, a little too rough, but - god. He's having trouble keeping his eyes open, to drink in Brendon's expressions, his sounds, and the way Ryan is just taking it - taking the thrusts of Brendon's hip.
"Shit, Spence, shit," Jon growls, adopting a faster pace, squeezing every time he bucks his hips up, and Spencer pushes back down. He's tempted to let his head fall backwards, to grab Jon and just kiss him, hard and senseless, but Jon has his other hand against his neck, directing his focus forward.
Brendon makes another noise, a keening almost melodic sound, as if he's trying to hit a note but his throat is stuck, and Spencer thinks he hears a moan from Ryan, even with Brendon's cock down his throat, even with the bucking of Brendon's hips.
"He likes it, Spence, fuck," Jon rasps between panting, sucking harshly at the skin behind Spencer's ears, in a way that will definitely be leaving a mark.
"Ah, Ryan, fuck," Brendon gasps and stills, hips curving off the couch, making tiny pumping motions. Ryan pulls back a little, but seems to swallow. Jon groans against Spence's neck, and bites him slightly, sucking skin between his teeth again, stroking him faster.
Spence exhales and watches Ryan wipe his face before climbing into Brendon's lap; Brendon reaches for Ryan's pants and Ryan's hips buck forward. Spence closes his eyes and twists from Jon's grip on his chin and turns to press their mouths together. Jon makes a surprised sound, but pushes his tongue inside Spence's mouth, wet and hot; he thumbs the head of Spence's cock again, rubs against him harder and Spence moans into his mouth, the palms of his hands feeling golden and filled with electricity. It spreads, warm, hot, fluid down his spine and up his cock and he comes gasping into Jon's mouth.
Jon bites his lips, grinds against him again, once, twice, before his mouth goes slack and he freezes in mid-motion. He sags against Spence then, laughing a little, smiling, and Spence has to smile back. He kisses him softly and Jon pulls his hand from Spence's pants.
Spence glances at the couch and sees Ryan fall against Brendon, hug him, his back heaving and sinking. Brendon sticks his tongue out at Spence but then grins at him, eyes dark, face flushed still. Jon laughs low, and the sound vibrates through Spencer's bones, and he closes his eyes and sinks against Jon again.