Bandslash: Brendon/Ryan/Spencer/Jon
Title: Synergy
Fandom: Bandslash
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan/Spencer/Jon
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,616
Summary: They weren't so much dating as simply existing.
Notes: I have to thank wordsaremyfaith for being such a fantastic beta.
It wasn’t really that big a deal. They weren’t even dating really, just kind of fucking like crazy whenever they had a spare moment or two. Sure, things that could be considered dates happened and the whole sharing of beds was a given, but no one referred to whatever the hell it was that they were doing.
Well, once Pete asked if he was invited to their “Big Gay Fourgy” but that was about it.
If someone ever flat out asked one of the boys about their relationship, Ryan would smile smugly because he got laid every night, Jon would look sheepishly down at his flip-flops, Spencer would glare and feign boredom, and Brendon would spout of random facts about Mormonism and multiple wives. But since no one ever said anything, they just kinda went with it.
The best thing about maybe kinda dating your best friends is that it’s a lot less about status and relationship etiquette and a lot more about just being who you are.
--
Spencer was curled up at Jon’s side, wedged next to him in the little booth in the kitchen of the bus. He could feel Jon’s chest rising and falling with each breath, stuttering whenever he took a bite of his cereal. His headphones were in his ears, but his iPod was off. He preferred to listen to the crunching of Jon’s Cheerios, anyway.
Ryan stumbled into the tiny kitchen, bending down to press quick kisses against Jon’s temple and the top of Spencer’s head. He smiled, not saying a word, as he opened the tiny fridge and got out the milk. He poured two bowls of Captain Crunch before carrying them over to the table and sitting opposite Jon and Spencer. Eying the hallway that led to their bunks, he dug into one bowl, shoving the other one aside.
A few minutes later, Brendon wandered into the area. He rubbed at his eyes with the palms of his hands, squeaking a bit as he looked around the kitchen. Spencer loved Brendon in the morning, all quiet and confused. It was the stillest he’d ever seen the other boy.
Finally, Brendon flopped into the seat next to Ryan, snatched up his cereal and noisily took his first bite. He started off soft, but with each crunch of his cereal the sound multiplied until he was at his usual volume.
“We need more Fruit Loops,” Jon said around a mouthful of Cheerios. Spencer edged closer to Jon and let his eyes fall shut. There was something about the way Jon Walker smelled in the morning, like warmth and Spencer’s bed.
“You don’t even eat Fruit Loops,” Brendon pointed out. Spencer could feel the table shaking, meaning that Brendon was quickly regaining his usual bounce. He opened one eye and congratulated himself on guessing correctly when he saw Brendon’s foot moving, hitting the table leg in a steady rhythm.
“Spencer does,” Jon said with a shrug, his shoulder raising Spencer’s head.
“Then we’ll get more Fruit Loops,” Ryan replied, and Spencer could hear the smile in his voice. Spencer grinned and slid one of his hands across the table. When Ryan’s hand grabbed his and squeezed lightly, Spencer felt his chest tighten.
Mornings on the bus were some of his favorite memories.
--
“Today’s our anniversary!” Brendon yelped as he ran into the lounge and waved his hands frantically. Spencer looked up from the TV long enough to roll his eyes, Jon quirked an eyebrow, and Ryan yawned.
“What?” Jon said after a long pause. He was sprawled out on the couch with Ryan at his side, their legs tangled together as they spooned. Ryan nuzzled Jon’s neck and did his best to ignore Brendon’s pout.
“Look!” Brendon said as he moved into the room and held a planner in front of Jon’s face. “I wrote it down and everything. We have to celebrate.”
“We had sex? With tons of exclamation points and...is that bright orange crayon?” Jon asked as he eyed the notebook, hiding a smirk at Brendon’s scribbles.
“What are we supposed to do, buy rainbow-colored party hats and eat cake?” Spencer asked dryly, not bothering to pause Guitar Hero.
“We could go to a movie or make each other dinner or, I don’t know...have sex?” Brendon asked, his voice getting louder the longer he talked. His eyes widened in enthusiasm and he stared down at Ryan, who was studiously inspecting his nails.
“We have sex every night,” he pointed out, the corners of his mouth curling as he looked up at Brendon.
“Well, we’ll do it in rainbow party hats. Whatever gets you going, Ryan Ross,” Brendon said with a sigh. “It’s not like I’m being a girl about this, guys. I just feel like a year of balancing the band and sex and taking care of each other calls for something.”
“We’ll celebrate. Just calm down for a minute and get over here,” Jon said as he held up a hand. He tugged Brendon onto the couch, much to Ryan’s surprise. Ryan squealed when Brendon landed on top of Jon and him, and laughed when Brendon nipped at his neck in apology.
Spencer kept playing, and the sounds of Spinal Tap filled the bus.
--
They didn’t have rainbow-colored party hats, but Spencer did manage to pull a few strings - or toss a couple of dollars into the machine in the bathroom at the venue - and get something better. Spencer kept the brown paper bag hidden until they were all back at the hotel, when he tossed it at Brendon and waited for the reaction.
“You really got these...for me?” Brendon asked as he rummaged through the bag and started tossing brightly colored condoms towards the other guys. His eyes were gleaming when he turned towards Spencer and crooked a finger. By the time Spencer got to the bed he was completely entranced in Brendon’s gaze.
“You wanted rainbows,” Spencer said, shrugging it off. Then Brendon reached up and grabbed him, slinging an arm around his waist as he tugged Spencer onto his lap. Spencer laughed into his mouth, shutting up when Brendon’s tongue slid against his. He could hear Ryan sighing from somewhere to his left and wondered how he’d ever lived without knowing that sound.
“I want you,” Brendon whispered against Spencer’s jaw after he broke the kiss. His mouth trailed over Spencer’s sensitive skin, nipping softly as he moved along the curve of Spencer’s neck. Spencer leaned into the touch, shifting his hips until he was straddling Brendon.
Spencer caught sight of Ryan and Jon out of the corner of his eyes and turned his head, grinning when Brendon complained by biting on his earlobe. Ryan was on his back with his legs spread and Jon sandwiched between his thighs. Spencer took a moment to watch them, hardening at the sight of their mouths slanting over one another’s. Ryan was whimpering into Jon’s mouth and clawing at the back of Jon’s shirt with his fingers.
Spencer faced Brendon again, tangling his fingers in Brendon’s hair as he pulled up Spencer’s shirt. Brendon released his hold on Spencer’s earlobe long enough to tug the t-shirt over his head and then bent down, latching onto the skin at the hollow of his neck.
Spencer let out a squeak when he felt hands behind him and frantically turned his head, grinning when he found Ryan’s face inches from his own. They met in the middle; a weird combination of ache and familiarity combined in the kiss. Ryan’s mouth was like coming home, had been since the first time they kissed, long before the band and stardom and high school.
Spencer could feel Jon’s presence, even though he wasn’t touching him. Jon Walker was this massive force, seeming to touch everyone on the bed no matter whose body his hands were actually on. Brendon moaned against his collar bone, and Spencer tilted his head, breaking his mouth away from Ryan’s, so he could watch Jon strip Brendon from behind. His hands trailed up and down Brendon’s chest, and Jon met Spencer’s eyes, his gaze dark and his pupils blown as he licked a stripe up Brendon’s neck.
Ryan took it upon himself to undress, lifting his hips off the mattress long enough to shimmy out of his jeans. He practically never wore underwear, so Spencer could see all of him, pale and spread out for them, as soon as he shrugged out of his shirt.
“More naked, less clothing,” Ryan mumbled against Jon’s neck, his words loud enough for everyone to hear. Brendon laughed and hurried out of his pants, leaving Spencer to undress himself. Ryan made quick work of Jon’s clothing, all hands and mouth as he stripped him down.
Spencer sat back on his heels and watched the three of them; Ryan clinging to Jon while he kissed Brendon, and Brendon doing his best to plaster his body against both of them. He took a second to realize how fucking lucky he was before crawling across the bed and cupping Jon’s face in his palms.
Jon moaned into the kiss, and Spencer could feel the hard press of his erection against his thigh. He snaked a hand between their bodies, fisting his fingers around Jon’s cock as he deepened the kiss. Jon hissed into his mouth and thrust into Spencer’s hand. Spencer loved the scratch of Jon’s stubble against his face and pulled out of the kiss long enough to slide their cheeks together, just to feel the harshness of it. Then they were kissing again, the rest of the world forgotten for just a few seconds.
Someone flipped open a tube of lube from somewhere to Spencer’s left, and he let go of Jon’s mouth long enough to see Ryan on all fours, his face buried in his arms as Brendon worked a slender finger inside of him.
Ryan Ross was the most gorgeous and needful thing Spencer had ever seen.
“Lube,” Jon muttered and held out a hand. Brendon chuckled - because he never got serious, especially during sex - and slapped the tube onto Jon’s palm. Spencer shivered as Jon smirked and kissed him again. “Wanna fuck you,” he whispered, his lips moving over Spencer’s.
“Yeah,” was all he could reply, his voice breathy and gravelly. Flipping onto his back next to Ryan, Spencer lifted his knees and sighed when Jon settled between his thighs. His eyelids fluttered shut when Jon’s finger pressed inside of him, thick and wet. Part of him wanted to fight it, but it was Jon and Jon’s finger and he was surrounded by everything he’d ever wanted and never thought he’d have.
Then Spencer felt a hand on his face and opened his eyes to find Ryan staring down at him. He was biting his lower lip and trembling a little as Brendon slid inside of him. Spencer leaned up enough to capture Ryan’s mouth in a kiss, tasting Brendon on his lips. Ryan tangled the fingers of his right hand in Spencer’s hair and tugged lightly as their mouths moved together.
Jon had two fingers inside Spencer’s ass before Ryan pulled back and moaned, the broken sound filling the room. Brendon looked sinful behind him, all hard planes and tanned skin as he thrust his hips. Ryan’s mouth hung open and he panted louder with each movement of Brendon’s hips.
“Please,” Spencer said, turning to face Jon again. And yeah, he was more than a little envious of Ryan, because he needed to be full, needed to have Jon in him as soon as possible. Luckily, Jon Walker was a giving man, and he slipped his fingers out of Spencer’s ass and lined up his cock. There was a sweet burn as he pushed inside, slowing easing his way into Spencer’s body.
“So gorgeous,” Jon whispered, bending over so he could nuzzle Spencer’s neck. Jon rolled his hips, and Spencer rocked with him. He tilted his head and brushed his mouth against Jon’s, sucking his lower lip into his mouth. Then he dug his teeth into the flesh, tugging as he pulled back and moaned. Jon’s breathing was shallow and harsh, his skin slick with sweat as he moved in and out of Spencer.
Ryan cried out next to him, and Spencer shifted quick enough to catch the look on his face when he came. Ryan’s lips were parted as Brendon’s name tumbled from them and his eyes were clenched shut. Brendon pumped Ryan’s cock, dragging out his orgasm as he rocked his hips. A few thrusts later and Brendon tensed up, stilling as he emptied himself inside of Ryan. He chewed on his lower lip, holding back a moan as he came.
“Christ,” Jon said, sighing against Spencer’s neck. He thrust harder, shifting his hips until he was hitting that spot just right and Spencer let him know by growling. Jon winked down at him and sped up his thrusts, his rhythm stuttering as Ryan crept up behind him and wrapped his arms around him. Ryan raked his nails over Jon’s chest, teasing his nipples as he rubbed his cheek against Jon’s.
Brendon slid up beside Spencer, pressing their bodies together as he reached out and closed his fingers around Spencer’s cock. Spencer bucked his hips as Brendon found a quick rhythm, moving in time with Jon’s hips. Then he pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses against Spencer’s skin, his lips moving across the nape of Spencer’s neck.
“Come for me,” he said, his voice raw and fucked. Spencer nodded quickly before his spine exploded and he shot all over his stomach and Brendon’s hand. Jon’s eyes widened, and he opened his mouth and came with a silent cry. Spencer gripped onto Jon’s forearms, their eyes locked together as Jon emptied himself inside the condom.
Jon collapsed to the left side of Spencer, tugging Ryan down on top of him. Brendon turned on his side and threw a leg over Spencer’s hips. He always liked to touch everyone on the bed, so he slung his arm across Spencer’s chest, his fingers brushing Ryan’s hand and Jon’s shoulder.
“Happy anniversary,” Brendon said, smiling as Spencer snorted and rolled his eyes. Leave it to Brendon to name this thing, to put words to what had become everyday life.
Spencer woke up the next morning in the same position he’d fallen asleep in, and really couldn’t think of a better way to start anything.
--
Nobody said a word about the new pre-concert ritual, but it wasn’t like the boys had even planned it. One night before they went out, Jon leaned over and kissed Brendon, who immediately turned to kiss Ryan. Spencer pouted at them, but as soon as they broke the kiss, Ryan took a step forward and crushed their mouths together.
And then it kind of became tradition. There was this newfound superstition that they couldn’t play well if they hadn’t passed a kiss around the band first. It didn’t go in any kind of order, though Jon usually started it. Spencer thought it was fitting that Jon was the one to do it, because they hadn’t really been solid or complete before he joined them.
Jon turned it into a game, joking throughout the day about who was gonna get the first kiss. Brendon usually pouted and whined about how he was the diva of the group - though Ryan argued that would be Spencer - and couldn’t handle sloppy seconds. Ryan pretended he didn’t care, but lit up when Jon leaned towards him right before a show.
And Spencer? Spencer figured out the pattern and kept a mental tally of how many first kisses each of them had gotten. He made sure to act extra coy and desirable whenever it was his night.
Jon Walker was kind of a player, but nobody minded.
--
Spencer felt Brendon’s presence before he opened his eyes. He could feel Brendon’s gaze on him, feel the heavy weight of his eyes as they traveled over the length of his body. Brendon picked the book off of Spencer’s chest and set it behind the couch.
“I know you’re awake,” he mumbled before crawling on top of Spencer and breathing hot and heavy against his neck. Spencer shivered and opened his eyes, Brendon’s figure blocking most of the harsh light from his eyes.
“This better be important,” he said with a smirk. “I was in the middle of a really hot dream.”
“Was it about Ryan blowing Jon in the bathroom on the bus?” Brendon asked. He bounced in Spencer’s lap, and Spencer couldn’t decide whether to laugh or reach up and pull him into a kiss.
The latter won out, and Spencer grabbed Brendon by the ears and tugged him down, brushing their mouths together in a soft kiss. Brendon had other ideas and sucked Spencer’s tongue into his mouth. Spencer went with it, bucking his hips as Brendon ground down against him.
Teeth and tongues clashed as they kissed, Brendon’s mouth so wet and inviting. Spencer arched his back and grinned into the kiss when Brendon sighed into his mouth and rolled his hips. Pulling back, Brendon bit Spencer’s lower lip and tugged on it before breaking the kiss.
“You’re pretty,” he said as his face scrunched up in a grin. He turned his head and trailed his nose across Spencer’s cheekbone, causing him to shiver again. “P.S., Ryan really is blowing Jon in the bathroom. Dreams have come true, baby.” He snorted against Spencer’s jaw and then hopped off of him. Spencer took his hand when he held it out and let Brendon drag him through the bus and into the bathroom.
They stood in the doorway, casually groping each other as they watched Ryan go down on Jon.
--
They still got more than one hotel room, but slept together anyway. Usually one of the rooms had a king-sized bed, but they had no qualms about squishing into a single. If anyone felt the need to complain, Spencer would bring up the time they - admittedly stupidly - tried to fit in one of the bunks. Brendon claimed he still had bruises from Ryan’s bony elbows.
They weren’t about to tell management that they didn’t have a need for the extra rooms, so suitcases and showers (for the most part) were kept separate. There was something wrong about sleeping without the heat of three other bodies surrounding him, though.
“You’re just slutty,” Brendon deadpanned when Spencer mentioned it. Spencer glared at him, but wound up smiling because that’s just the way Brendon was.
“You picking on my boyfriend?” Jon asked from the other side of Spencer’s half-naked body. He was curled up against Spencer’s back, one hand tangled in Spencer’s hair and the other splayed across his abdomen. Spencer leaned back into the touch, soaking up as much heat as possible.
“You’d have to take on all of us, you know,” Ryan added, his voice still laced with slumber.
“If anyone’s a slut, it’s you,” Brendon told him as he turned onto his side and pouted at Ryan. Spencer held in his laughter for a few seconds, but it burst out of him when Ryan just nodded, fully accepting his fate.
When Brendon apparently decided that peacefully lounging in bed wasn’t fun anymore, Spencer thanked god that they had a king-sized bed that night. Last time Brendon had initiated a tickle war, Jon ended up on his ass on the floor.
--
“So Pete said you guys are, like, dating?” Patrick asked, not taking his eyes off of the TV screen. Spencer considered unplugging his controller, but settled on kicking his ass as spectacularly as he could.
“Yeah, we exchanged pins and everything,” he mumbled as he moved his fingers over the buttons.
“No, really...it’s kinda cool,” Patrick admitted. Spencer stole a sideways glance at him, just to make sure Patrick wasn’t making fun of him.
“Coolest fucking thing ever,” he said, laughing as he delivered a killing blow to Patrick’s character.
Because really, he was on tour with his four best friends who doubled as the best boyfriends ever; life was pretty fucking cool.
Fandom: Bandslash
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan/Spencer/Jon
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,616
Summary: They weren't so much dating as simply existing.
Notes: I have to thank wordsaremyfaith for being such a fantastic beta.
It wasn’t really that big a deal. They weren’t even dating really, just kind of fucking like crazy whenever they had a spare moment or two. Sure, things that could be considered dates happened and the whole sharing of beds was a given, but no one referred to whatever the hell it was that they were doing.
Well, once Pete asked if he was invited to their “Big Gay Fourgy” but that was about it.
If someone ever flat out asked one of the boys about their relationship, Ryan would smile smugly because he got laid every night, Jon would look sheepishly down at his flip-flops, Spencer would glare and feign boredom, and Brendon would spout of random facts about Mormonism and multiple wives. But since no one ever said anything, they just kinda went with it.
The best thing about maybe kinda dating your best friends is that it’s a lot less about status and relationship etiquette and a lot more about just being who you are.
--
Spencer was curled up at Jon’s side, wedged next to him in the little booth in the kitchen of the bus. He could feel Jon’s chest rising and falling with each breath, stuttering whenever he took a bite of his cereal. His headphones were in his ears, but his iPod was off. He preferred to listen to the crunching of Jon’s Cheerios, anyway.
Ryan stumbled into the tiny kitchen, bending down to press quick kisses against Jon’s temple and the top of Spencer’s head. He smiled, not saying a word, as he opened the tiny fridge and got out the milk. He poured two bowls of Captain Crunch before carrying them over to the table and sitting opposite Jon and Spencer. Eying the hallway that led to their bunks, he dug into one bowl, shoving the other one aside.
A few minutes later, Brendon wandered into the area. He rubbed at his eyes with the palms of his hands, squeaking a bit as he looked around the kitchen. Spencer loved Brendon in the morning, all quiet and confused. It was the stillest he’d ever seen the other boy.
Finally, Brendon flopped into the seat next to Ryan, snatched up his cereal and noisily took his first bite. He started off soft, but with each crunch of his cereal the sound multiplied until he was at his usual volume.
“We need more Fruit Loops,” Jon said around a mouthful of Cheerios. Spencer edged closer to Jon and let his eyes fall shut. There was something about the way Jon Walker smelled in the morning, like warmth and Spencer’s bed.
“You don’t even eat Fruit Loops,” Brendon pointed out. Spencer could feel the table shaking, meaning that Brendon was quickly regaining his usual bounce. He opened one eye and congratulated himself on guessing correctly when he saw Brendon’s foot moving, hitting the table leg in a steady rhythm.
“Spencer does,” Jon said with a shrug, his shoulder raising Spencer’s head.
“Then we’ll get more Fruit Loops,” Ryan replied, and Spencer could hear the smile in his voice. Spencer grinned and slid one of his hands across the table. When Ryan’s hand grabbed his and squeezed lightly, Spencer felt his chest tighten.
Mornings on the bus were some of his favorite memories.
--
“Today’s our anniversary!” Brendon yelped as he ran into the lounge and waved his hands frantically. Spencer looked up from the TV long enough to roll his eyes, Jon quirked an eyebrow, and Ryan yawned.
“What?” Jon said after a long pause. He was sprawled out on the couch with Ryan at his side, their legs tangled together as they spooned. Ryan nuzzled Jon’s neck and did his best to ignore Brendon’s pout.
“Look!” Brendon said as he moved into the room and held a planner in front of Jon’s face. “I wrote it down and everything. We have to celebrate.”
“We had sex? With tons of exclamation points and...is that bright orange crayon?” Jon asked as he eyed the notebook, hiding a smirk at Brendon’s scribbles.
“What are we supposed to do, buy rainbow-colored party hats and eat cake?” Spencer asked dryly, not bothering to pause Guitar Hero.
“We could go to a movie or make each other dinner or, I don’t know...have sex?” Brendon asked, his voice getting louder the longer he talked. His eyes widened in enthusiasm and he stared down at Ryan, who was studiously inspecting his nails.
“We have sex every night,” he pointed out, the corners of his mouth curling as he looked up at Brendon.
“Well, we’ll do it in rainbow party hats. Whatever gets you going, Ryan Ross,” Brendon said with a sigh. “It’s not like I’m being a girl about this, guys. I just feel like a year of balancing the band and sex and taking care of each other calls for something.”
“We’ll celebrate. Just calm down for a minute and get over here,” Jon said as he held up a hand. He tugged Brendon onto the couch, much to Ryan’s surprise. Ryan squealed when Brendon landed on top of Jon and him, and laughed when Brendon nipped at his neck in apology.
Spencer kept playing, and the sounds of Spinal Tap filled the bus.
--
They didn’t have rainbow-colored party hats, but Spencer did manage to pull a few strings - or toss a couple of dollars into the machine in the bathroom at the venue - and get something better. Spencer kept the brown paper bag hidden until they were all back at the hotel, when he tossed it at Brendon and waited for the reaction.
“You really got these...for me?” Brendon asked as he rummaged through the bag and started tossing brightly colored condoms towards the other guys. His eyes were gleaming when he turned towards Spencer and crooked a finger. By the time Spencer got to the bed he was completely entranced in Brendon’s gaze.
“You wanted rainbows,” Spencer said, shrugging it off. Then Brendon reached up and grabbed him, slinging an arm around his waist as he tugged Spencer onto his lap. Spencer laughed into his mouth, shutting up when Brendon’s tongue slid against his. He could hear Ryan sighing from somewhere to his left and wondered how he’d ever lived without knowing that sound.
“I want you,” Brendon whispered against Spencer’s jaw after he broke the kiss. His mouth trailed over Spencer’s sensitive skin, nipping softly as he moved along the curve of Spencer’s neck. Spencer leaned into the touch, shifting his hips until he was straddling Brendon.
Spencer caught sight of Ryan and Jon out of the corner of his eyes and turned his head, grinning when Brendon complained by biting on his earlobe. Ryan was on his back with his legs spread and Jon sandwiched between his thighs. Spencer took a moment to watch them, hardening at the sight of their mouths slanting over one another’s. Ryan was whimpering into Jon’s mouth and clawing at the back of Jon’s shirt with his fingers.
Spencer faced Brendon again, tangling his fingers in Brendon’s hair as he pulled up Spencer’s shirt. Brendon released his hold on Spencer’s earlobe long enough to tug the t-shirt over his head and then bent down, latching onto the skin at the hollow of his neck.
Spencer let out a squeak when he felt hands behind him and frantically turned his head, grinning when he found Ryan’s face inches from his own. They met in the middle; a weird combination of ache and familiarity combined in the kiss. Ryan’s mouth was like coming home, had been since the first time they kissed, long before the band and stardom and high school.
Spencer could feel Jon’s presence, even though he wasn’t touching him. Jon Walker was this massive force, seeming to touch everyone on the bed no matter whose body his hands were actually on. Brendon moaned against his collar bone, and Spencer tilted his head, breaking his mouth away from Ryan’s, so he could watch Jon strip Brendon from behind. His hands trailed up and down Brendon’s chest, and Jon met Spencer’s eyes, his gaze dark and his pupils blown as he licked a stripe up Brendon’s neck.
Ryan took it upon himself to undress, lifting his hips off the mattress long enough to shimmy out of his jeans. He practically never wore underwear, so Spencer could see all of him, pale and spread out for them, as soon as he shrugged out of his shirt.
“More naked, less clothing,” Ryan mumbled against Jon’s neck, his words loud enough for everyone to hear. Brendon laughed and hurried out of his pants, leaving Spencer to undress himself. Ryan made quick work of Jon’s clothing, all hands and mouth as he stripped him down.
Spencer sat back on his heels and watched the three of them; Ryan clinging to Jon while he kissed Brendon, and Brendon doing his best to plaster his body against both of them. He took a second to realize how fucking lucky he was before crawling across the bed and cupping Jon’s face in his palms.
Jon moaned into the kiss, and Spencer could feel the hard press of his erection against his thigh. He snaked a hand between their bodies, fisting his fingers around Jon’s cock as he deepened the kiss. Jon hissed into his mouth and thrust into Spencer’s hand. Spencer loved the scratch of Jon’s stubble against his face and pulled out of the kiss long enough to slide their cheeks together, just to feel the harshness of it. Then they were kissing again, the rest of the world forgotten for just a few seconds.
Someone flipped open a tube of lube from somewhere to Spencer’s left, and he let go of Jon’s mouth long enough to see Ryan on all fours, his face buried in his arms as Brendon worked a slender finger inside of him.
Ryan Ross was the most gorgeous and needful thing Spencer had ever seen.
“Lube,” Jon muttered and held out a hand. Brendon chuckled - because he never got serious, especially during sex - and slapped the tube onto Jon’s palm. Spencer shivered as Jon smirked and kissed him again. “Wanna fuck you,” he whispered, his lips moving over Spencer’s.
“Yeah,” was all he could reply, his voice breathy and gravelly. Flipping onto his back next to Ryan, Spencer lifted his knees and sighed when Jon settled between his thighs. His eyelids fluttered shut when Jon’s finger pressed inside of him, thick and wet. Part of him wanted to fight it, but it was Jon and Jon’s finger and he was surrounded by everything he’d ever wanted and never thought he’d have.
Then Spencer felt a hand on his face and opened his eyes to find Ryan staring down at him. He was biting his lower lip and trembling a little as Brendon slid inside of him. Spencer leaned up enough to capture Ryan’s mouth in a kiss, tasting Brendon on his lips. Ryan tangled the fingers of his right hand in Spencer’s hair and tugged lightly as their mouths moved together.
Jon had two fingers inside Spencer’s ass before Ryan pulled back and moaned, the broken sound filling the room. Brendon looked sinful behind him, all hard planes and tanned skin as he thrust his hips. Ryan’s mouth hung open and he panted louder with each movement of Brendon’s hips.
“Please,” Spencer said, turning to face Jon again. And yeah, he was more than a little envious of Ryan, because he needed to be full, needed to have Jon in him as soon as possible. Luckily, Jon Walker was a giving man, and he slipped his fingers out of Spencer’s ass and lined up his cock. There was a sweet burn as he pushed inside, slowing easing his way into Spencer’s body.
“So gorgeous,” Jon whispered, bending over so he could nuzzle Spencer’s neck. Jon rolled his hips, and Spencer rocked with him. He tilted his head and brushed his mouth against Jon’s, sucking his lower lip into his mouth. Then he dug his teeth into the flesh, tugging as he pulled back and moaned. Jon’s breathing was shallow and harsh, his skin slick with sweat as he moved in and out of Spencer.
Ryan cried out next to him, and Spencer shifted quick enough to catch the look on his face when he came. Ryan’s lips were parted as Brendon’s name tumbled from them and his eyes were clenched shut. Brendon pumped Ryan’s cock, dragging out his orgasm as he rocked his hips. A few thrusts later and Brendon tensed up, stilling as he emptied himself inside of Ryan. He chewed on his lower lip, holding back a moan as he came.
“Christ,” Jon said, sighing against Spencer’s neck. He thrust harder, shifting his hips until he was hitting that spot just right and Spencer let him know by growling. Jon winked down at him and sped up his thrusts, his rhythm stuttering as Ryan crept up behind him and wrapped his arms around him. Ryan raked his nails over Jon’s chest, teasing his nipples as he rubbed his cheek against Jon’s.
Brendon slid up beside Spencer, pressing their bodies together as he reached out and closed his fingers around Spencer’s cock. Spencer bucked his hips as Brendon found a quick rhythm, moving in time with Jon’s hips. Then he pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses against Spencer’s skin, his lips moving across the nape of Spencer’s neck.
“Come for me,” he said, his voice raw and fucked. Spencer nodded quickly before his spine exploded and he shot all over his stomach and Brendon’s hand. Jon’s eyes widened, and he opened his mouth and came with a silent cry. Spencer gripped onto Jon’s forearms, their eyes locked together as Jon emptied himself inside the condom.
Jon collapsed to the left side of Spencer, tugging Ryan down on top of him. Brendon turned on his side and threw a leg over Spencer’s hips. He always liked to touch everyone on the bed, so he slung his arm across Spencer’s chest, his fingers brushing Ryan’s hand and Jon’s shoulder.
“Happy anniversary,” Brendon said, smiling as Spencer snorted and rolled his eyes. Leave it to Brendon to name this thing, to put words to what had become everyday life.
Spencer woke up the next morning in the same position he’d fallen asleep in, and really couldn’t think of a better way to start anything.
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Nobody said a word about the new pre-concert ritual, but it wasn’t like the boys had even planned it. One night before they went out, Jon leaned over and kissed Brendon, who immediately turned to kiss Ryan. Spencer pouted at them, but as soon as they broke the kiss, Ryan took a step forward and crushed their mouths together.
And then it kind of became tradition. There was this newfound superstition that they couldn’t play well if they hadn’t passed a kiss around the band first. It didn’t go in any kind of order, though Jon usually started it. Spencer thought it was fitting that Jon was the one to do it, because they hadn’t really been solid or complete before he joined them.
Jon turned it into a game, joking throughout the day about who was gonna get the first kiss. Brendon usually pouted and whined about how he was the diva of the group - though Ryan argued that would be Spencer - and couldn’t handle sloppy seconds. Ryan pretended he didn’t care, but lit up when Jon leaned towards him right before a show.
And Spencer? Spencer figured out the pattern and kept a mental tally of how many first kisses each of them had gotten. He made sure to act extra coy and desirable whenever it was his night.
Jon Walker was kind of a player, but nobody minded.
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Spencer felt Brendon’s presence before he opened his eyes. He could feel Brendon’s gaze on him, feel the heavy weight of his eyes as they traveled over the length of his body. Brendon picked the book off of Spencer’s chest and set it behind the couch.
“I know you’re awake,” he mumbled before crawling on top of Spencer and breathing hot and heavy against his neck. Spencer shivered and opened his eyes, Brendon’s figure blocking most of the harsh light from his eyes.
“This better be important,” he said with a smirk. “I was in the middle of a really hot dream.”
“Was it about Ryan blowing Jon in the bathroom on the bus?” Brendon asked. He bounced in Spencer’s lap, and Spencer couldn’t decide whether to laugh or reach up and pull him into a kiss.
The latter won out, and Spencer grabbed Brendon by the ears and tugged him down, brushing their mouths together in a soft kiss. Brendon had other ideas and sucked Spencer’s tongue into his mouth. Spencer went with it, bucking his hips as Brendon ground down against him.
Teeth and tongues clashed as they kissed, Brendon’s mouth so wet and inviting. Spencer arched his back and grinned into the kiss when Brendon sighed into his mouth and rolled his hips. Pulling back, Brendon bit Spencer’s lower lip and tugged on it before breaking the kiss.
“You’re pretty,” he said as his face scrunched up in a grin. He turned his head and trailed his nose across Spencer’s cheekbone, causing him to shiver again. “P.S., Ryan really is blowing Jon in the bathroom. Dreams have come true, baby.” He snorted against Spencer’s jaw and then hopped off of him. Spencer took his hand when he held it out and let Brendon drag him through the bus and into the bathroom.
They stood in the doorway, casually groping each other as they watched Ryan go down on Jon.
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They still got more than one hotel room, but slept together anyway. Usually one of the rooms had a king-sized bed, but they had no qualms about squishing into a single. If anyone felt the need to complain, Spencer would bring up the time they - admittedly stupidly - tried to fit in one of the bunks. Brendon claimed he still had bruises from Ryan’s bony elbows.
They weren’t about to tell management that they didn’t have a need for the extra rooms, so suitcases and showers (for the most part) were kept separate. There was something wrong about sleeping without the heat of three other bodies surrounding him, though.
“You’re just slutty,” Brendon deadpanned when Spencer mentioned it. Spencer glared at him, but wound up smiling because that’s just the way Brendon was.
“You picking on my boyfriend?” Jon asked from the other side of Spencer’s half-naked body. He was curled up against Spencer’s back, one hand tangled in Spencer’s hair and the other splayed across his abdomen. Spencer leaned back into the touch, soaking up as much heat as possible.
“You’d have to take on all of us, you know,” Ryan added, his voice still laced with slumber.
“If anyone’s a slut, it’s you,” Brendon told him as he turned onto his side and pouted at Ryan. Spencer held in his laughter for a few seconds, but it burst out of him when Ryan just nodded, fully accepting his fate.
When Brendon apparently decided that peacefully lounging in bed wasn’t fun anymore, Spencer thanked god that they had a king-sized bed that night. Last time Brendon had initiated a tickle war, Jon ended up on his ass on the floor.
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“So Pete said you guys are, like, dating?” Patrick asked, not taking his eyes off of the TV screen. Spencer considered unplugging his controller, but settled on kicking his ass as spectacularly as he could.
“Yeah, we exchanged pins and everything,” he mumbled as he moved his fingers over the buttons.
“No, really...it’s kinda cool,” Patrick admitted. Spencer stole a sideways glance at him, just to make sure Patrick wasn’t making fun of him.
“Coolest fucking thing ever,” he said, laughing as he delivered a killing blow to Patrick’s character.
Because really, he was on tour with his four best friends who doubled as the best boyfriends ever; life was pretty fucking cool.