WOOTNESS. I WRITEDED A JONCER!
Title: Mama Spencer
Author: jessobsess
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jon/Spencer, Ryan/Brendon
POV: 3rd, Spencer-centric
Summary: "Well," Ryan glares at Spencer for mocking him, then looks a little worried when he continues, "I think I’m also maybe a little gay for Brendon…or…like, a lot."
Spencer just barely keeps himself from jumping up and screaming, "Oh, really? Because I hadn’t had a clue, with all the longing glances and the blushes and you stealing his underwear and putting it under your pillow" all sarcastic and bitchy-like, because sarcastic and bitchy is what he does best.
But he refrains, and instead just wonders when he became everyone’s mother.
Disclaimer: If I owned these boys, I would surely be filming this, not writing about it. Except it's never actually happened, to my knowledge.
Beta: lilbunnybooboo , ILY FOREVER.
**
One day, Ryan comes up to Spencer while he’s on his laptop, and says, "So."
Spencer says back, without looking away from the screen, "So?"
"So, I need some advice."
Spencer glances away from the laptop upon hearing that, looks to Ryan, who is looking small and confused. He lets out a breath between his closed teeth, closes the computer and says, "About what?" It comes out a little sharper than he intends, and it makes Ryan shuffle a bit in uncertainly, so he repeats himself, a little more gently.
Ryan takes a deep breath and says, "So you know how I’m gay, and stuff?"
Spencer sincerely hopes this is going where he thinks its going, because he doesn’t think he can take much more of Brendon’s whining about, ‘Why doesn’t Ryan love meeeee?’
"Yes, Ryan, I know how you are gay, and stuff."
"Well," Ryan glares at Spencer for mocking him, then looks a little worried when he continues, "I think I’m also maybe a little gay for Brendon…or…like, a lot."
Spencer just barely keeps himself from jumping up and screaming, "Oh, really? Because I hadn’t had a clue, with all the longing glances and the blushes and you stealing his underwear and putting it under your pillow" all sarcastic and bitchy-like, because sarcastic and bitchy is what he does best.
But he refrains, and instead just wonders when he became everyone’s mother.
**
A week later, Brendon bounces up to Spencer, who is again on his laptop, emailing Jon a page-long email that basically consists of "Leave Chicago, and get your ass to Las Vegas, bitch."
Before Brendon can even open his mouth, Spencer holds up a finger in the universal "give me a minute" sign, and says, "Let me just finish this email." He types a few more words, and worries for a few seconds over what to put in front of his name (Brendon would put Love but Brendon is Brendon and Spencer is not, and Ryan would put XOXO but he would really mean I’m laughing as I’m typing this because you and I both know you will never actually get any hugs or kisses from me) before he decides to just put Spence.
After clicking send, Spencer shuts his laptop and turns to Brendon, who is shifting from his toes to the heels of his feet in a rocking motion, with his hands behind his back, and wide, panicked eyes.
"What’s up?" Spencer asks, not all that worried.
"Ryan asked me to a movie and normally I would have stuff to wear but I was really thirsty earlier today and so I went to get some Kool-Aid and then I brought it back to my room and I tripped and it got all over my clothes!" Brendon has turned red and is breathing heavily by the time he’s finished.
Spencer’s still caught up in the beginning of the rant, and his emotions go a little something like this:
1) Ryan asked Brendon out. - Pride and relief.
2) Brendon tripped with Kool-Aid in his hand, most likely over air. - Exasperated fondness and slight annoyance, and also, "What an idiot."
3) Brendon needs a cool shirt. - Motherly (no, not motherly) panic and helpfulness.
Spencer jumps up immediately and asks Brendon what he has in mind, and a few minutes later they have three possible ensembles picked out.
Brendon says a little breathlessly, "thank you," and looks a bit like he’s going to cry from relief before he nearly tackles Spencer to the floor with a hug.
As it is, Spencer only stumbles a little before reciprocating, and he thinks, "Well, hey, maybe this Band Mother thing isn’t so horrible."
**
A week later, after Brendon and Ryan’s "first date," a week which both boys have spent being in a happy, dreamy-sigh-filled haze and Spencer has spent trying not to feel lonely, Jon surprises them all by showing up on the band’s "Not-Touring House" doorstep.
Spencer’s the one who greets him, because Brendon and Ryan have mysteriously disappeared off to some empty room in the house, Spencer assumes. When he opens the door and sees who it is, he very much wants to squeal and jump up and down and burst into a song, but he has more dignity than, say, Brendon. Although maybe that would have been a little less lame than the fact that, even after an entire month of not seeing Jon, all he says is, "Um. Hey?"
Jon doesn’t seem bothered by the greeting however, and he simply grins back and says, "Hey yourself!" He walks past Spencer, and Spencer notices his empty hands.
"No bags?" he inquires, leading the way into the living room and flopping down on the couch. "What’s up with that?"
Jon follows his lead and drops to be seated next to him, and Spencer takes only a second to think about it before swinging his feet up into the other man’s lap, where rough instrumental hands drop down immediately to rub at them. Spencer bites back a groan as Jon’s hands work into his feet, and Spencer thinks, not for the first time, about how much he’s missed him.
"Nope, no bags," Jon says, kneading the arch in Spencer’s left foot with the padding of his thumb. "They’re all at the hotel."
Spencer’s eyes open again before he even realizes that he’s shut them, and he can’t help but feel a little insulted that Jon didn’t think he could’ve come to stay with them. "Dude, don’t be an idiot. Get your freaking money back for the room and stay here."
Jon ducks his head a little and grins sheepishly, says, "Actually, there are no bags at the hotel. I was kind of running on the hope that you’d offer."
Spencer can’t hold back a small noise of pleasure when Jon’s talented fingers hit a wonderful spot on his foot, and he tries not to blush, knowing that that sounded quite like one of his bedroom noises. Although, it’s not like Jon knows what those sound like. Yet.
Spencer turns even redder at his thoughts, and tries to focus a little more on Jon’s face, his shy smile at admitting he was hoping to stay with them, and less on those goddamn hands. "So - um, yeah? We can get your bags later, just - yeah, right there."
Jon somehow manages to smirk in a completely cocky way and blush at the sound Spencer makes at the same time. "So, anything interesting happen without me? Where are Brendon and Ryan?"
Spencer laughs a little, because now that Jon’s here, he’s not so lonely and he’s way more capable of simply being happy for Ryan and Brendon. "You won’t believe it! They’re together, like together together!"
Jon looks Spencer in the eye, and it’s a strange, significant look that Spencer doesn’t get at all. Jon says, "I’d believe it. That’s great though! They’re off somewhere together, then?"
Spencer nods, his eyes fluttering shut again when Jon moves on to the next foot.
"Cool, that means I get you all to myself."
Spencer keeps his eyes shut, wondering how Jon can just say things that could be taken the wrong way, be taken in a way that Spencer wishes was what Jon meant. He says, trying to change the subject, "And also, guess what? Apparently I’m their mother now. I give them advice and help them choose outfits and talk to them about boys. Well, I talk to them about each other, but yeah."
Jon laughs loudly, booming, and Spencer’s heart pangs with how much he’s missed the sound in the past month. "That’s great, man. Mama Spencer, I like it. It suits you."
Spencer is about to reply with something along the lines of, "Shut the fuck up, it does not," except there’s a jingle of keys in the lock, and both he and Jon turn to look in the front door’s direction, Jon’s hands pausing in their wonderful exploration.
And, well, apparently Ryan and Brendon have just come back from a date, or something. They hadn’t bothered to tell Spencer, but he’s not all that pissed.
Either way, it must have been a really good date, because as soon as the two boys step into the living room they’re on each other, not noticing the other two on the couch. Brendon has a hand wrapped up in Ryan’s scarf, pulling him closer and making breathy little noises into the taller boy’s mouth.
But as soon as Spencer clears his throat, Ryan jumps about five feet away from his former make-out partner, blushing and looking guilty, like he’s just been caught in the act by . . . well, his mother. Brendon just smiles widely and looks proud of his self for getting Ryan all flustered.
Then Brendon catches sight of Jon, and his whole being seems to light up even more, like he’s swallowed a bunch of glow sticks. Spencer jerks his legs out of Jon’s lap when Brendon lunges and takes their place, nearly yelling, "Oh my god, Jon Walker! How I’ve missed you! You didn’t tell us you were coming, why didn’t you tell us you were coming?!"
Spencer can’t help but feel a little annoyed, because it’s his legs that are supposed to be keeping Jon seated, not Brendon’s entire tiny body.
Jon shrugs and smiles at Brendon, that smile that makes Spencer’s insides flutter, and says, "I wanted to surprise you guys. Besides, Spencer’s been begging me to come around over email for weeks."
Spencer turns pink, glances at Ryan to see his reaction, who seems to have gotten over his embarrassment and is now smirking in Spencer’s direction. Spencer says with force, "I have not been begging him to come stay with us."
Brendon waves a hand around, and it looks sort of like his hand is saying, "Whatever, nobody cares about Spencer," but that may just be because Spencer’s paranoid and he’s been lonely all week, since Ryan and Brendon started only paying attention to each other. Or maybe, if he’s willing to admit it to himself, he’s been lonely since about three seconds after they all waved at Jon while he got on a plane to Chicago.
What comes out of Brendon’s mouth and not his hand is, "It’s really awesome you’re here, Jon Walker, because it’s not like I can talk to Ryan about things, you know, and Spencer’s great, but he only knows about girl stuff like clothes, and I’ve needed someone to be manly with."
Spencer feels vaguely insulted at that, because he does know about guy stuff too, just Brendon and Ryan have never bothered asking about anything other than boys and fashion.
Then Ryan comes up behind the arm of the couch and puts a hand on Spencer’s shoulder. They have one of their wordless conversations, during which Ryan glances between Spencer and Jon and tilts his head, Spencer shrugs and scowls, Ryan looks at Brendon and back to Spencer then raises an eyebrow, and Spencer nods, relieved.
Brendon is still babbling at Jon about how Spencer only knows about girly things when Ryan pulls him off of Jon’s lap gently, and says, "Brendon, let’s go to my room."
Brendon pouts, and whines, "But I wanna talk to Jon." Spencer’s a little surprised he’s not stamping his foot or throwing himself down on the carpet and banging it with his fists.
Ryan lets out a small sigh, like oh, the things I put up with for this adorable idiot, and says with inflection, "Brendon. Let’s go to my room."
Brendon’s eyes widen and both of them are gone in a matter of seconds, Brendon grabbing Ryan’s hand and yanking him out of the living room with a loud, "We’ll talk later, Jon!"
Spencer looks back at Jon to see him looking a little confused and a lot amused.
Then Jon turns to him and pats his lap with both hands. Spencer obligingly swings his legs up again, while Jon starts, "So, that was interesting. I see why you feel like the mother. But what’s this about Brendon wanting advice on guy stuff from me?"
"I don’t know. I guess this makes you Papa Jon." It takes Spencer a few moments to get why Jon is cracking up, and then he’s laughing too. He says, "Maybe that’s the way we should greet our guests. Hi, and welcome to Papa Jon’s."
Jon laughs and laughs, and god it feels good to be the reason for that amazing, musical sound. It takes a minute for their gleeful laughter to die down, then Jon sort of does this half-grin, half-leer thing that Spencer finds way hotter than he probably should, and says something that makes Spencer think that maybe this Band Mother thing will actually turn out very, very nicely.
"All I know is you can call me Papa whenever you want, Mama Spencer."
**
THE END.
YESSSSS. I WROTE A JONCER, GUYS. I have broken away from the curse of Ryden. Except, this is pretty equally Ryden. DANG IT. Those boys are like drugs, people. For serious.
Either way, I hope you enjoyed, and thank you SO much to lilbunnybooboo for beta-ing! You rock my socks off, dahling. <3
Also, people, if you don't know, Papa John's is a pizza chain in the U.S. I don't know if it's anywhere else, because I'm an idiot, but yes, that was the joke. Sorry if you didn't get it, truly. =[
Author: jessobsess
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jon/Spencer, Ryan/Brendon
POV: 3rd, Spencer-centric
Summary: "Well," Ryan glares at Spencer for mocking him, then looks a little worried when he continues, "I think I’m also maybe a little gay for Brendon…or…like, a lot."
Spencer just barely keeps himself from jumping up and screaming, "Oh, really? Because I hadn’t had a clue, with all the longing glances and the blushes and you stealing his underwear and putting it under your pillow" all sarcastic and bitchy-like, because sarcastic and bitchy is what he does best.
But he refrains, and instead just wonders when he became everyone’s mother.
Disclaimer: If I owned these boys, I would surely be filming this, not writing about it. Except it's never actually happened, to my knowledge.
Beta: lilbunnybooboo , ILY FOREVER.
**
One day, Ryan comes up to Spencer while he’s on his laptop, and says, "So."
Spencer says back, without looking away from the screen, "So?"
"So, I need some advice."
Spencer glances away from the laptop upon hearing that, looks to Ryan, who is looking small and confused. He lets out a breath between his closed teeth, closes the computer and says, "About what?" It comes out a little sharper than he intends, and it makes Ryan shuffle a bit in uncertainly, so he repeats himself, a little more gently.
Ryan takes a deep breath and says, "So you know how I’m gay, and stuff?"
Spencer sincerely hopes this is going where he thinks its going, because he doesn’t think he can take much more of Brendon’s whining about, ‘Why doesn’t Ryan love meeeee?’
"Yes, Ryan, I know how you are gay, and stuff."
"Well," Ryan glares at Spencer for mocking him, then looks a little worried when he continues, "I think I’m also maybe a little gay for Brendon…or…like, a lot."
Spencer just barely keeps himself from jumping up and screaming, "Oh, really? Because I hadn’t had a clue, with all the longing glances and the blushes and you stealing his underwear and putting it under your pillow" all sarcastic and bitchy-like, because sarcastic and bitchy is what he does best.
But he refrains, and instead just wonders when he became everyone’s mother.
**
A week later, Brendon bounces up to Spencer, who is again on his laptop, emailing Jon a page-long email that basically consists of "Leave Chicago, and get your ass to Las Vegas, bitch."
Before Brendon can even open his mouth, Spencer holds up a finger in the universal "give me a minute" sign, and says, "Let me just finish this email." He types a few more words, and worries for a few seconds over what to put in front of his name (Brendon would put Love but Brendon is Brendon and Spencer is not, and Ryan would put XOXO but he would really mean I’m laughing as I’m typing this because you and I both know you will never actually get any hugs or kisses from me) before he decides to just put Spence.
After clicking send, Spencer shuts his laptop and turns to Brendon, who is shifting from his toes to the heels of his feet in a rocking motion, with his hands behind his back, and wide, panicked eyes.
"What’s up?" Spencer asks, not all that worried.
"Ryan asked me to a movie and normally I would have stuff to wear but I was really thirsty earlier today and so I went to get some Kool-Aid and then I brought it back to my room and I tripped and it got all over my clothes!" Brendon has turned red and is breathing heavily by the time he’s finished.
Spencer’s still caught up in the beginning of the rant, and his emotions go a little something like this:
1) Ryan asked Brendon out. - Pride and relief.
2) Brendon tripped with Kool-Aid in his hand, most likely over air. - Exasperated fondness and slight annoyance, and also, "What an idiot."
3) Brendon needs a cool shirt. - Motherly (no, not motherly) panic and helpfulness.
Spencer jumps up immediately and asks Brendon what he has in mind, and a few minutes later they have three possible ensembles picked out.
Brendon says a little breathlessly, "thank you," and looks a bit like he’s going to cry from relief before he nearly tackles Spencer to the floor with a hug.
As it is, Spencer only stumbles a little before reciprocating, and he thinks, "Well, hey, maybe this Band Mother thing isn’t so horrible."
**
A week later, after Brendon and Ryan’s "first date," a week which both boys have spent being in a happy, dreamy-sigh-filled haze and Spencer has spent trying not to feel lonely, Jon surprises them all by showing up on the band’s "Not-Touring House" doorstep.
Spencer’s the one who greets him, because Brendon and Ryan have mysteriously disappeared off to some empty room in the house, Spencer assumes. When he opens the door and sees who it is, he very much wants to squeal and jump up and down and burst into a song, but he has more dignity than, say, Brendon. Although maybe that would have been a little less lame than the fact that, even after an entire month of not seeing Jon, all he says is, "Um. Hey?"
Jon doesn’t seem bothered by the greeting however, and he simply grins back and says, "Hey yourself!" He walks past Spencer, and Spencer notices his empty hands.
"No bags?" he inquires, leading the way into the living room and flopping down on the couch. "What’s up with that?"
Jon follows his lead and drops to be seated next to him, and Spencer takes only a second to think about it before swinging his feet up into the other man’s lap, where rough instrumental hands drop down immediately to rub at them. Spencer bites back a groan as Jon’s hands work into his feet, and Spencer thinks, not for the first time, about how much he’s missed him.
"Nope, no bags," Jon says, kneading the arch in Spencer’s left foot with the padding of his thumb. "They’re all at the hotel."
Spencer’s eyes open again before he even realizes that he’s shut them, and he can’t help but feel a little insulted that Jon didn’t think he could’ve come to stay with them. "Dude, don’t be an idiot. Get your freaking money back for the room and stay here."
Jon ducks his head a little and grins sheepishly, says, "Actually, there are no bags at the hotel. I was kind of running on the hope that you’d offer."
Spencer can’t hold back a small noise of pleasure when Jon’s talented fingers hit a wonderful spot on his foot, and he tries not to blush, knowing that that sounded quite like one of his bedroom noises. Although, it’s not like Jon knows what those sound like. Yet.
Spencer turns even redder at his thoughts, and tries to focus a little more on Jon’s face, his shy smile at admitting he was hoping to stay with them, and less on those goddamn hands. "So - um, yeah? We can get your bags later, just - yeah, right there."
Jon somehow manages to smirk in a completely cocky way and blush at the sound Spencer makes at the same time. "So, anything interesting happen without me? Where are Brendon and Ryan?"
Spencer laughs a little, because now that Jon’s here, he’s not so lonely and he’s way more capable of simply being happy for Ryan and Brendon. "You won’t believe it! They’re together, like together together!"
Jon looks Spencer in the eye, and it’s a strange, significant look that Spencer doesn’t get at all. Jon says, "I’d believe it. That’s great though! They’re off somewhere together, then?"
Spencer nods, his eyes fluttering shut again when Jon moves on to the next foot.
"Cool, that means I get you all to myself."
Spencer keeps his eyes shut, wondering how Jon can just say things that could be taken the wrong way, be taken in a way that Spencer wishes was what Jon meant. He says, trying to change the subject, "And also, guess what? Apparently I’m their mother now. I give them advice and help them choose outfits and talk to them about boys. Well, I talk to them about each other, but yeah."
Jon laughs loudly, booming, and Spencer’s heart pangs with how much he’s missed the sound in the past month. "That’s great, man. Mama Spencer, I like it. It suits you."
Spencer is about to reply with something along the lines of, "Shut the fuck up, it does not," except there’s a jingle of keys in the lock, and both he and Jon turn to look in the front door’s direction, Jon’s hands pausing in their wonderful exploration.
And, well, apparently Ryan and Brendon have just come back from a date, or something. They hadn’t bothered to tell Spencer, but he’s not all that pissed.
Either way, it must have been a really good date, because as soon as the two boys step into the living room they’re on each other, not noticing the other two on the couch. Brendon has a hand wrapped up in Ryan’s scarf, pulling him closer and making breathy little noises into the taller boy’s mouth.
But as soon as Spencer clears his throat, Ryan jumps about five feet away from his former make-out partner, blushing and looking guilty, like he’s just been caught in the act by . . . well, his mother. Brendon just smiles widely and looks proud of his self for getting Ryan all flustered.
Then Brendon catches sight of Jon, and his whole being seems to light up even more, like he’s swallowed a bunch of glow sticks. Spencer jerks his legs out of Jon’s lap when Brendon lunges and takes their place, nearly yelling, "Oh my god, Jon Walker! How I’ve missed you! You didn’t tell us you were coming, why didn’t you tell us you were coming?!"
Spencer can’t help but feel a little annoyed, because it’s his legs that are supposed to be keeping Jon seated, not Brendon’s entire tiny body.
Jon shrugs and smiles at Brendon, that smile that makes Spencer’s insides flutter, and says, "I wanted to surprise you guys. Besides, Spencer’s been begging me to come around over email for weeks."
Spencer turns pink, glances at Ryan to see his reaction, who seems to have gotten over his embarrassment and is now smirking in Spencer’s direction. Spencer says with force, "I have not been begging him to come stay with us."
Brendon waves a hand around, and it looks sort of like his hand is saying, "Whatever, nobody cares about Spencer," but that may just be because Spencer’s paranoid and he’s been lonely all week, since Ryan and Brendon started only paying attention to each other. Or maybe, if he’s willing to admit it to himself, he’s been lonely since about three seconds after they all waved at Jon while he got on a plane to Chicago.
What comes out of Brendon’s mouth and not his hand is, "It’s really awesome you’re here, Jon Walker, because it’s not like I can talk to Ryan about things, you know, and Spencer’s great, but he only knows about girl stuff like clothes, and I’ve needed someone to be manly with."
Spencer feels vaguely insulted at that, because he does know about guy stuff too, just Brendon and Ryan have never bothered asking about anything other than boys and fashion.
Then Ryan comes up behind the arm of the couch and puts a hand on Spencer’s shoulder. They have one of their wordless conversations, during which Ryan glances between Spencer and Jon and tilts his head, Spencer shrugs and scowls, Ryan looks at Brendon and back to Spencer then raises an eyebrow, and Spencer nods, relieved.
Brendon is still babbling at Jon about how Spencer only knows about girly things when Ryan pulls him off of Jon’s lap gently, and says, "Brendon, let’s go to my room."
Brendon pouts, and whines, "But I wanna talk to Jon." Spencer’s a little surprised he’s not stamping his foot or throwing himself down on the carpet and banging it with his fists.
Ryan lets out a small sigh, like oh, the things I put up with for this adorable idiot, and says with inflection, "Brendon. Let’s go to my room."
Brendon’s eyes widen and both of them are gone in a matter of seconds, Brendon grabbing Ryan’s hand and yanking him out of the living room with a loud, "We’ll talk later, Jon!"
Spencer looks back at Jon to see him looking a little confused and a lot amused.
Then Jon turns to him and pats his lap with both hands. Spencer obligingly swings his legs up again, while Jon starts, "So, that was interesting. I see why you feel like the mother. But what’s this about Brendon wanting advice on guy stuff from me?"
"I don’t know. I guess this makes you Papa Jon." It takes Spencer a few moments to get why Jon is cracking up, and then he’s laughing too. He says, "Maybe that’s the way we should greet our guests. Hi, and welcome to Papa Jon’s."
Jon laughs and laughs, and god it feels good to be the reason for that amazing, musical sound. It takes a minute for their gleeful laughter to die down, then Jon sort of does this half-grin, half-leer thing that Spencer finds way hotter than he probably should, and says something that makes Spencer think that maybe this Band Mother thing will actually turn out very, very nicely.
"All I know is you can call me Papa whenever you want, Mama Spencer."
**
THE END.
YESSSSS. I WROTE A JONCER, GUYS. I have broken away from the curse of Ryden. Except, this is pretty equally Ryden. DANG IT. Those boys are like drugs, people. For serious.
Either way, I hope you enjoyed, and thank you SO much to lilbunnybooboo for beta-ing! You rock my socks off, dahling. <3
Also, people, if you don't know, Papa John's is a pizza chain in the U.S. I don't know if it's anywhere else, because I'm an idiot, but yes, that was the joke. Sorry if you didn't get it, truly. =[