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of all the sparkling lights (i choose you)
spencer/tom | nc-17 | 1,545 words | written for clairejw 's prompt
spencer doesn’t know how he’s supposed to act when it’s only a fling, but to him, it feels like more.
yay, vancouver! \o/
Tom agrees to fly out and meet up with them in Denver, and Spencer spends the next week buzzing with nerves. He hasn’t seen Tom since their European tour a couple months back, and even though they had agreed it was just a fling, he’s missed him.
He flies in on a Thursday, and Spencer and Jon meet him at the airport with Zack in tow, just in case any crazy fans are lurking around in airports at five in the morning. On the blue screen in front of him, it says that the flight from Chicago has landed and Spencer squeezes the paper coffee cup in his hands, heart beating against his ribcage. He doesn’t know whether he’s supposed to hug him or kiss him or shake his hand, whether he’s supposed to tell him he’s missed him or say it’s nice to see him. Spencer doesn’t know how he’s supposed to act when it’s only a fling, but to him, it feels like more.
“My little baby and my best friend,” Jon says, wrapping an arm around Spencer and sniffing.
Spencer rolls his eyes and shoves him, eyes focused on the escalators where people are starting to trickle down, bleary eyed as they search the sea of people below them. Tom is one of the very last people to appear, and Spencer can feel his heart catch in his throat at the sight of him. Jon’s already jumping up, grinning wildly and bouncing on the balls of his feet.
Tom’s eyes land on them and he grins, extending his arm in the air.
Spencer stands up next to Jon, shoving his hand not holding onto his coffee cup into his hoody pocket, feeling a bit shaky on his feet. Fling his ass.
When Tom finally reaches them, Jon launches onto him first, and they wrap their arms around each other, patting each other on the back and saying things like, “Dude! Buddy! I missed you, man!” Spencer hangs back, awkwardly next to Zack, trying to remember how to breath.
When they pull back, Tom’s eyes land on Spencer and he grins. “Spencer,” he says, easily, and he appears to have a lot more control over his nerves than Spencer does.
Spencer doesn’t really have time to worry about what he has to do next before Tom’s wrapping him in a hug, more intimate than he had with Jon, and Spencer breathes a sigh of relief, pressing his nose into Tom’s neck. He smells like strong cologne and cigarettes and coffee, just like he remembers.
Before he pulls away, Tom pecks a soft kiss to the top of his hair and murmurs, “It’s good to see you,” in his ear.
Spencer feels his stomach knot, and his cheeks flush as he says, “You too.”
*
It takes approximately one hour after he arrived before Tom’s pinning him against the wall in the back lounge, kissing him long and hard like he’s been waiting to all his life. To Spencer, he feels like he has.
“Missed you,” Tom mumbles into his mouth, pushing his t-shirt up his belly.
Spencer grins, chest flaring and stomach tumbling because he had missed him. “Me too,” he replies, breathlessly.
Tom smiles, beard scratching his chin, and he remembers that too. “You look so fucking good,” he says, biting gently along his jaw, and Spencer makes a small sound in his throat, tilting his head back against the wall. “Fucking hot.”
Spencer feels his cheeks heat, but he’s not sure if it’s from arousal or flattery. He jerks his hips against Tom’s leg, already growing hard in his jeans, and he figures it’s probably both. “Shit, Tom,” he breathes into his mouth. “Want you to fuck me.”
He groans, pushing back into Spencer’s hips. “Later,” he promises, between kisses. “At the hotel tonight.”
Spencer nods, and he needs the hotel to come now. He needs Tom now.
“I know,” Tom murmurs, smoothing his hand along Spencer’s hip. “Me too.”
*
The thing is, Tom was kind of the one to take his virginity during Truckstops & Statelines, and continued to fuck him all through that tour and the following that Spring in the UK. Spencer slept with two and a half guys in between, but as he quickly found out, none of them even began to compare. Tom and him always had the best sex, tied off with a mind-blowing orgasm, and Spencer isn’t so sure he’ll ever be able to find something that tops.
He’s glad to see that nothing has changed, now.
There on their third - fourth round, maybe. Either way, Spencer’s not so sure, having lost count after the second. Tom’s overtop of him, tightening his legs around his waist as he thrusts in as deep as he can go. Spencer’s panting, sweat dripping from virtually every pore in his body as he fists the hotel sheets between his fingers and pushes back into Tom. It’s been far too long, and he knew phone sex was far from this, but he had forgotten just how much.
Spencer knows he’s going to hurt in the morning; he can already feel the subtle ache between his legs every time Tom pushes in, but he figures he can worry about that tomorrow.
Tom bends down, far enough to kiss him, soft but heated, and Spencer sinks into it, mouth sliding open and tongue moving against his, wet and perfect. He can’t figure out which part of Tom he’s missed more.
Spencer comes first, all over Tom’s hand and his stomach, and Tom follows not even a moment later, filling the condom deep inside Spencer as he jerks through it, cursing his name. Spencer wouldn’t be surprised if Brendon and Ryan had heard it all in the next room over.
Tom pulls out, leaving Spencer to feel empty, and the ache to spread through him, creeping up his spine. He tugs the condom off, tying it and tossing it onto the floor without care before rolling onto his side and throwing an arm around Spencer’s waist. “Shit, I missed that,” he murmurs, tiredly, kissing his neck.
Spencer nods, turning his head to catch Tom’s lips in a soft kiss. The words he wants to say, but can’t, are pooled at the bottom of his throat, wanting to be let out.
Tom nudges his nose against Spencer’s in an Eskimo kiss. “Missed you,” he murmurs, and Spencer pretends that it’s close enough.
*
In Vancouver a few days later, they all head down to the oceanfront to watch the Celebration of Lights, a fireworks show they just happened to be in the city for. Tom holds his hand the whole walk down, and even when they get there, their identities somewhat hidden by the night, and Spencer finds himself smiling goofily the entire time.
It’s crowded, but they manage to find a seat on the grass, while the rest of the band, Zack and a few others from the tour stand up on the walkway by the chained rail. It’s a bit chilly, the cool air from the ocean blowing against them, and Tom wraps his arms around Spencer, rubbing his arms for friction before he even gets the chance to say anything.
Spencer leans into his side, forehead resting against his cheek and breathes in. It smells like the ocean and Tom and cotton candy, and Spencer doesn’t think he could feel any happier than he does right now.
Once the fireworks start, Tom presses his mouth against his forehead, warm and soft and comforting. It’s beautiful, the blasts of sparkling color against the towering mountains and the reflection on the water, boats with sweeping white sails strewed across like flags on a map. Spencer turns to find Tom already looking at him, and he blushes just as he leans down to catch his lips in a soft kiss. Spencer’s always wanted to do this, kiss while fireworks explode from above, and he couldn’t think of anyone better to do it with than Tom.
“It’s not a fling,” Tom says after a moment, quiet underneath the deafening blasts of the fireworks. He kisses him again, and Spencer can feel his skin tingling. “I think I might be in love with you,” he adds, pulling back to brush a strand of Spencer’s hair out of his eyes. He’s biting onto his lip, eyes flicking across Spencer’s, as if he’s nervous he might not feel the same way.
Spencer breaks into a grin, and pulls him back in for another kiss, deeper this time. “I love you too,” he says, breath trickling across Tom’s mouth.
“Yeah?” he asks, hopeful.
“Yeah, you dumbass,” he replies, fondly, laughing as he leans forward to kiss him again and again and again. “I’ve kind of been in love with you since Truckstops & Statelines.”
Tom says nothing, only grins and leans in for another kiss. Another explosion of colors shoots into the night sky, raining down on top of them and Spencer pulls away long enough to watch, linking finger by finger with Tom’s.
Once it’s over, and people are beginning to pack up and leave, Spencer squeezes onto Tom’s hand, his face silhouetted by the city lights behind them. “So, are you happy you came?” he asks, quietly.
Tom smiles, running his thumb along Spencer’s and he asks, as he leans into his neck, “Was it ever a question?”
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