Coffee: Make -up- out
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hidethekeyTitle: Coffee: Make up out
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spencer/Jon
POV: Third-Jon
Summary: Based off of the Coffee ‘verse written bymyheartradio who was looking for some smut for the fic. After a rough time of Jon going back to drugs and then Spencer and Jon breaking up, they get back together and it is so, so good. Disclaimer: I don’t own Panic, I don’t own Starbucks and I also do not own this plot. I’m just playing with myheartradio ‘s ‘verse here.
Author Notes: For those who requested Coffee smut, and definitely formyheartradio. Also, thank you to Panic At The Disco merely for existing, being so hot and being so utterly slashable. Also, THANK YOU to my best bud, cousin and awesome beta lampshadesrrad Enjoy:) Also, this little thing is dedicated to my mom, for not freaking out about my perverted writing tendencies when learning about them earlier this week. Even though this is dedicated to you, mom, please don’t read it. I might have to kill myself.
Link:myheartradio’s Coffee If you’re reading this, and you haven’t read that, you really really should.
Here are my former Coffee installments:
Perfection
Pieces
Cocaine
[Keep it in the] Family
Wannabe
“Sleep,” Spencer tells him gently, kissing Jon’s chest.
“Will you be here when I wake up?” Jon asks.
“I promise.” -From Coffee Chapter 16
Jon wakes slowly, blearily; his mind is still fogged and it’s taking him a little while to actually remember where he is and what’s going on. The mattress beneath him is soft and there’s a blanket over his body. Someone must have put him down to bed because he doesn’t remember getting himself a blanket. There’s also someone next to him, breathing audibly though not steadily enough to be asleep. There’s warmth pressed up against Jon’s back and the way the person’s arm is draped over his stomach is familiar. He doesn’t dare hope, not yet, because he knows that he’s been far too horrible to Spencer lately for him to actually be here.
Jon shifts then opens his eyes and can’t quite believe them. It is Spencer and he’s pressed tightly up against Jon’s back with his hand splayed across Jon’s belly, idly drawing patterns across his tee shirt. The conversation they’d had earlier comes back to him and Jon figures it out. They’re back together and Spencer is here, willing to take care of him even though Jon knows he doesn’t deserve it. He knows that he’s never deserved it but Spencer’s still here, still offering, and it makes Jon want to cry.
“Jon?” Spencer’s voice is thick with sleep, like maybe he’d woken up mere moments before Jon had returned to consciousness. “Are you awake?”
“Mmhmm,” Jon replies, shifting a little so that more of his body is pressed up against Spencer’s. He’s missed this.
“Hey,” Spencer greets affectionately. “How’d you sleep?”
“Better than I have since… since all of this shit started,” Jon admits and is actually surprised that it’s the truth. “God, I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this.”
Spencer’s arm is tugging him onto his back and Jon rolls over, though he’s still a little nervous about what he’s going to see in Spencer’s eyes. He knows what he’s expecting: disappointment, anger, disgust… It’s at the point that he doesn’t even want to look; he doesn’t want to meet those blue eyes and find out the truth. He forces himself to let his brown eyes meet Spencer’s blues and he’s shocked at what he finds reflected there. There’s only love, only monumental amounts of love and that just reinforces the fact that Jon does not deserve it at all.
Spencer stares down at him earnestly, “I missed you too. I missed you so much Jon. You need to tell me that this will never, never happen again because I can’t stand to be without you, Jon Walker.” Spencer’s eyes are wet but there aren’t any tears. Jon would hate himself forever if he made Spencer shed even one more tear.
“It won’t. I promise you, Spin,” he says. He’d promise Spencer anything at this point, just to see a smile grace his face. “I know that this time I’ll stay clean. I know it because I’ve got you. And I’ve got Brendon and Ryan and… most of all, though, I’ve got you. I want to stay clean for you but it’ll be hard. I’ll have cravings every day for the rest of my life. Some days will be almost impossible but Spin… I know this is what I want. I want us more than anything else.” Jon isn’t even sure that he made sense, but from the way that Spencer is looking at him, he knows that he’s said something right.
Jon really knows he’s said something right when Spencer leans down and kisses him. This kiss is a little more urgent than the small brush of lips they’d exchanged before their little nap but Jon isn’t going to stop it. He’s not going to stop it when the kiss gets a little more involved either. Spencer’s teeth are tugging at Jon’s bottom lip, pulling on it then letting it go and licking into Jon’s mouth. Spencer’s half on top of him now and Jon has his hands on Spencer’s hips and god he’s missed this. Spencer’s hips… how could he have forgotten how much he liked having his hands on Spencer’s hips?
Spencer is making an effort to get the rest of his body on top of Jon’s and his hands are sliding up underneath his shirt. Jon lets out a breath that he’d had no idea he was actually holding and brushes his tongue with Spencer’s. He closes his eyes because keeping them open takes too much concentration. He wants to look at Spencer but Spencer’s body on top of his, Spencer’s tongue in his mouth, Spencer’s hand up his shirt, fingers brushing over hardened nipples; it’s all just too much. He can’t believe how willing he’d been to give this all up.
Spencer doesn’t give him very much time to dwell on his mistakes. His mouth is traveling down to Jon’s neck, sucking and biting along the way. Jon grips Spencer’s hips tighter, pulling them down toward his own. This causes both of their erections to brush against each other and makes Jon cry out a strangled “Spin!”
Jon opens his eyes only to see Spencer grinning down at him with the mischievous glint in his eye that Jon has come to absolutely adore. Spencer’s hands come back down his shirt and his fingers hook on the hem. Then Spencer’s pulling at the garment and it’s all Jon can do to lift his arms and let the thin material fall away. Once it’s long gone, Spencer literally attacks him. His mouth is everywhere on Jon’s chest, shoulders, collar bone and stomach. It’s making Jon’s stomach flutter with butterflies he’d thought were long gone. He thinks that maybe Spencer will always be able to make him feel this way, like he’s sixteen and really falling in love for the first time.
Spencer has already taken off his shirt; in fact, it hadn’t been on when Jon had woken up. This makes things much easier for Jon as he only has to be patient enough to get one article of clothing off. His hands run into Spencer’s as they reach for each other’s jeans and that makes Jon laugh, full and loud, like he hasn’t for a long while. Soon, Spencer is laughing with him. They both fall back onto the bed, arms tangled and laughter still spilling from their throats. Jon sobers first and brings his hands to Spencer’s hips again and then in, toward the zipper on his jeans.
Spencer’s laughter goes all the way down to his stomach, which is still expanding and contracting when Jon’s fingers brush over it. The laughter very quickly turns to a moan when Jon starts drawing his lips over the skin just above the waistband of his jeans. Jon mouths Spencer’s treasure trail and dips his tongue into Spencer’s navel, reveling in the taste of the skin against his tongue. His mouth drifts over towards a hip where he nips at the protruding bone; this makes Spencer gasp and Jon grin. He tickles his fingers up and pops the button of Spencer’s jeans, then tugs them down, down and off and then they’re on the floor where they belong.
Jon sits back on his heels on his- their bed. He takes his time to look over Spencer, getting to know him again. His eyes roam over Spencer’s body, taking in everything, pale skin, muscle definition, the flush across his chest and the sheen of perspiration that’s already apparent. He drags his eyes up Spencer’s body making sure that he doesn’t miss a thing, making sure that nothing’s changed since the last time he seen this. Finally, their eyes meet and Spencer is looking at him expectantly. Jon knows he’s taking too long. He grins at his boyfriend good naturedly and climbs back onto him fusing their mouths together. “I love you Spin,” he says, “so, so much.”
“I know,” Spencer replies, pressing his mouth back to Jon’s. “I know. I love you too, Jonny. Now hurry up and get your clothes off,” his voice is impatient to Jon’s ears and this just makes Jon grin more. Spencer’s always been a bit demanding. Instead of complying, he takes some time to kiss down Spencer’s body once more. He knows that Spencer is opening his mouth to complain, but that complaint is cut short when Jon’s mouth brushes over the head of his cock. Jon always did know the best ways to shut Spencer up. He licks at Spencer’s dick diligently, memorizing the salty bitter taste of it. Jon waits until Spencer is moaning and writhing before he lets up and then he finally takes off his own pants.
Jon’s not surprised when Spencer lunges at him, pressing him down against the mattress, and kisses him recklessly. Jon tangles his legs with Spencer’s and presses his hips up, rocking against his boyfriend. He delights in the moan that leaks from Spencer’s throat and repeats the action. He can feel his own arousal, hard and brushing against Spencer’s thigh. He can feel the liquid hot tingles shooting up his body and he is so, so ready for this. He stays underneath Spencer for a few more instances, letting his boyfriend grind down onto him and kiss him to death but then he flips them right back over and his hands go directly for Spencer’s hips, then in behind, taking a handful of his ass and squeezing.
Spencer’s pushing something against Jon’s hip, something plastic. Jon looks over and sees that it’s the tiny bottle of lube he usually kept in the bedside table, specifically for these occasions. Jon reaches over and takes it gently but then kisses Spencer instead of doing anything with the bottle. Spencer bites at his lips which Jon knows means he’s not doing what his boyfriend wants. He just kisses harder and flips the lid of the bottle with his one hand. When Spencer’s little bites get more intense, he pulls away, still smiling and spreads the lubricant over his fingers.
Spencer watches him with dark eyes and swollen lips. Jon wishes he could capture the pure, unadulterated look of arousal on Spencer’s face forever. A picture will never do, not even if he uses Spencer’s overly expensive camera. Somehow it would lose the spark so Jon will just have to commit this moment to memory. He takes his slick hand and brings it down underneath Spencer’s cock and to his entrance. He runs a finger over the protrusion a few times, making sure everything is slippery enough because he doesn’t want to hurt Spencer and he knows it has been a while. Finally, when he deems Spencer slick enough he slides his fingers in.
“God,” Spencer gasps, “oh god Jon. More, now.” Jon likes that Spencer is so demanding in bed. It’s actually a major turn on for him. He also likes denying Spencer what he’s asking for, a least for a little while. He ignores Spencer’s command and continues moving his one finger around inside of him. After he deems it long enough, he adds another and scissors them. He’s going to make sure his boyfriend is ready for this.
Jon makes a point of avoiding Spencer’s eyes because he knows that if he meets them and sees the need there, he’ll cave right away. Spencer has this way of making him do things he doesn’t want to, even though he really wants to do this. He slips in another, the final, finger and searches around briefly for that bundle of nerves that he knows is there, inside of Spencer. He doesn’t have to search long because Jon had made sure to remember everything about Spencer’s body, even though he didn’t think they’d ever get back together, not after the way Jon had treated Spencer.
Spencer cries out into the dry air of Jon’s bedroom. He shifts himself on Jon’s fingers, fucking himself and cries out again. “Jon, Jon please. I need you now,” his voice is breathy and disconnected. He’s taking deep gulps of air and his eyes are shut tight. Jon is slicking himself up and pulling his fingers out of Spencer before Spencer even has time to open his eyes. He’s moving Spencer’s legs up to wrap around his waist and positioning himself right at his entrance.
“Spin, I want you to look at me, please,” Jon says as he starts to push in. Spencer looks at him, all wide eyes and moist lips and it’s all Jon can do to not abandon his mission and just lie there and kiss Spencer all night long. He can’t though because he knows that he wants this just as much as Spencer does and he knows he doesn’t want to deny either of them any more. He pushes in, all the way and then leans down to kiss away Spencer’s gasp.
Jon lies there inside of Spencer until his boyfriend is adjusted enough to get demanding again. This doesn’t take very long and then Jon’s moving. With every thrust he feels tingles shoot up his body and spread. His arms are tingling, his legs are tingling, even his teeth are tingling. He kisses Spencer deeply just as Spencer cries out. He swallows the sound and pushes in deeper, harder.
Jon brings his still slick hand down to grasp Spencer and he starts jerking him in time with his own thrusts. It doesn’t take long for either the hand movements or Jon’s thrusts to become erratic, especially when Spencer is doing such a good job at arching to meet Jon’s hips. Spencer’s little cries and moans definitely help him along the way as well and by this time, Jon’s entire body is tingling. His toes are curling, his eyes are closing and a deep growl is escaping his throat. He pushes in faster and the only reason he knows he’s hitting Spencer’s prostate is that Spencer is a mess of writhing and moans. Jon glances down at Spencer’s face and then comes undone. He’d been so close before and just seeing the pleasure that he was causing his boyfriend to experience set him off. He thrusts in through his orgasm, his moan turning into a deep growl and after only a few thrusts, he feels Spencer come all over his hand. He strokes his boyfriend through it, then collapses on top of him, pulling out along the way.
Jon presses soft kisses all over Spencer’s jaw line then finally lifts his mouth to his boyfriend’s and gives him a gentle, loving kiss. “You’re perfect,” he says quietly. “So, so perfect. I can’t believe you’re mine again.”
“Not again,” Spencer mumbles against his skin. “I always was yours; you just forgot that for a bit.”
“Never again,” Jon promises. “I won’t ever forget again.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” Spencer’s eyes drift shut after that and his breathing evens out. Spencer always had been one to power nap after sex. Jon doesn’t mind, it just gives him more time to study the absolute perfection that is his boyfriend. Jon doesn’t know what he’d done right to deserve to be like this with Spencer but he knows it must have been something big. He’s not going to question it anymore though. Spencer is his and he’s Spencer’s and that’s just the way it’s supposed to be. Jon’s okay with that, more than okay, in fact.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spencer/Jon
POV: Third-Jon
Summary: Based off of the Coffee ‘verse written by
myheartradio who was looking for some smut for the fic. After a rough time of Jon going back to drugs and then Spencer and Jon breaking up, they get back together and it is so, so good. Disclaimer: I don’t own Panic, I don’t own Starbucks and I also do not own this plot. I’m just playing with myheartradio ‘s ‘verse here.Author Notes: For those who requested Coffee smut, and definitely for
myheartradio. Also, thank you to Panic At The Disco merely for existing, being so hot and being so utterly slashable. Also, THANK YOU to my best bud, cousin and awesome beta lampshadesrrad Enjoy:) Also, this little thing is dedicated to my mom, for not freaking out about my perverted writing tendencies when learning about them earlier this week. Even though this is dedicated to you, mom, please don’t read it. I might have to kill myself.Link:
myheartradio’s Coffee If you’re reading this, and you haven’t read that, you really really should. Here are my former Coffee installments:
Perfection
Pieces
Cocaine
[Keep it in the] Family
Wannabe
“Sleep,” Spencer tells him gently, kissing Jon’s chest.
“Will you be here when I wake up?” Jon asks.
“I promise.” -From Coffee Chapter 16
Jon wakes slowly, blearily; his mind is still fogged and it’s taking him a little while to actually remember where he is and what’s going on. The mattress beneath him is soft and there’s a blanket over his body. Someone must have put him down to bed because he doesn’t remember getting himself a blanket. There’s also someone next to him, breathing audibly though not steadily enough to be asleep. There’s warmth pressed up against Jon’s back and the way the person’s arm is draped over his stomach is familiar. He doesn’t dare hope, not yet, because he knows that he’s been far too horrible to Spencer lately for him to actually be here.
Jon shifts then opens his eyes and can’t quite believe them. It is Spencer and he’s pressed tightly up against Jon’s back with his hand splayed across Jon’s belly, idly drawing patterns across his tee shirt. The conversation they’d had earlier comes back to him and Jon figures it out. They’re back together and Spencer is here, willing to take care of him even though Jon knows he doesn’t deserve it. He knows that he’s never deserved it but Spencer’s still here, still offering, and it makes Jon want to cry.
“Jon?” Spencer’s voice is thick with sleep, like maybe he’d woken up mere moments before Jon had returned to consciousness. “Are you awake?”
“Mmhmm,” Jon replies, shifting a little so that more of his body is pressed up against Spencer’s. He’s missed this.
“Hey,” Spencer greets affectionately. “How’d you sleep?”
“Better than I have since… since all of this shit started,” Jon admits and is actually surprised that it’s the truth. “God, I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this.”
Spencer’s arm is tugging him onto his back and Jon rolls over, though he’s still a little nervous about what he’s going to see in Spencer’s eyes. He knows what he’s expecting: disappointment, anger, disgust… It’s at the point that he doesn’t even want to look; he doesn’t want to meet those blue eyes and find out the truth. He forces himself to let his brown eyes meet Spencer’s blues and he’s shocked at what he finds reflected there. There’s only love, only monumental amounts of love and that just reinforces the fact that Jon does not deserve it at all.
Spencer stares down at him earnestly, “I missed you too. I missed you so much Jon. You need to tell me that this will never, never happen again because I can’t stand to be without you, Jon Walker.” Spencer’s eyes are wet but there aren’t any tears. Jon would hate himself forever if he made Spencer shed even one more tear.
“It won’t. I promise you, Spin,” he says. He’d promise Spencer anything at this point, just to see a smile grace his face. “I know that this time I’ll stay clean. I know it because I’ve got you. And I’ve got Brendon and Ryan and… most of all, though, I’ve got you. I want to stay clean for you but it’ll be hard. I’ll have cravings every day for the rest of my life. Some days will be almost impossible but Spin… I know this is what I want. I want us more than anything else.” Jon isn’t even sure that he made sense, but from the way that Spencer is looking at him, he knows that he’s said something right.
Jon really knows he’s said something right when Spencer leans down and kisses him. This kiss is a little more urgent than the small brush of lips they’d exchanged before their little nap but Jon isn’t going to stop it. He’s not going to stop it when the kiss gets a little more involved either. Spencer’s teeth are tugging at Jon’s bottom lip, pulling on it then letting it go and licking into Jon’s mouth. Spencer’s half on top of him now and Jon has his hands on Spencer’s hips and god he’s missed this. Spencer’s hips… how could he have forgotten how much he liked having his hands on Spencer’s hips?
Spencer is making an effort to get the rest of his body on top of Jon’s and his hands are sliding up underneath his shirt. Jon lets out a breath that he’d had no idea he was actually holding and brushes his tongue with Spencer’s. He closes his eyes because keeping them open takes too much concentration. He wants to look at Spencer but Spencer’s body on top of his, Spencer’s tongue in his mouth, Spencer’s hand up his shirt, fingers brushing over hardened nipples; it’s all just too much. He can’t believe how willing he’d been to give this all up.
Spencer doesn’t give him very much time to dwell on his mistakes. His mouth is traveling down to Jon’s neck, sucking and biting along the way. Jon grips Spencer’s hips tighter, pulling them down toward his own. This causes both of their erections to brush against each other and makes Jon cry out a strangled “Spin!”
Jon opens his eyes only to see Spencer grinning down at him with the mischievous glint in his eye that Jon has come to absolutely adore. Spencer’s hands come back down his shirt and his fingers hook on the hem. Then Spencer’s pulling at the garment and it’s all Jon can do to lift his arms and let the thin material fall away. Once it’s long gone, Spencer literally attacks him. His mouth is everywhere on Jon’s chest, shoulders, collar bone and stomach. It’s making Jon’s stomach flutter with butterflies he’d thought were long gone. He thinks that maybe Spencer will always be able to make him feel this way, like he’s sixteen and really falling in love for the first time.
Spencer has already taken off his shirt; in fact, it hadn’t been on when Jon had woken up. This makes things much easier for Jon as he only has to be patient enough to get one article of clothing off. His hands run into Spencer’s as they reach for each other’s jeans and that makes Jon laugh, full and loud, like he hasn’t for a long while. Soon, Spencer is laughing with him. They both fall back onto the bed, arms tangled and laughter still spilling from their throats. Jon sobers first and brings his hands to Spencer’s hips again and then in, toward the zipper on his jeans.
Spencer’s laughter goes all the way down to his stomach, which is still expanding and contracting when Jon’s fingers brush over it. The laughter very quickly turns to a moan when Jon starts drawing his lips over the skin just above the waistband of his jeans. Jon mouths Spencer’s treasure trail and dips his tongue into Spencer’s navel, reveling in the taste of the skin against his tongue. His mouth drifts over towards a hip where he nips at the protruding bone; this makes Spencer gasp and Jon grin. He tickles his fingers up and pops the button of Spencer’s jeans, then tugs them down, down and off and then they’re on the floor where they belong.
Jon sits back on his heels on his- their bed. He takes his time to look over Spencer, getting to know him again. His eyes roam over Spencer’s body, taking in everything, pale skin, muscle definition, the flush across his chest and the sheen of perspiration that’s already apparent. He drags his eyes up Spencer’s body making sure that he doesn’t miss a thing, making sure that nothing’s changed since the last time he seen this. Finally, their eyes meet and Spencer is looking at him expectantly. Jon knows he’s taking too long. He grins at his boyfriend good naturedly and climbs back onto him fusing their mouths together. “I love you Spin,” he says, “so, so much.”
“I know,” Spencer replies, pressing his mouth back to Jon’s. “I know. I love you too, Jonny. Now hurry up and get your clothes off,” his voice is impatient to Jon’s ears and this just makes Jon grin more. Spencer’s always been a bit demanding. Instead of complying, he takes some time to kiss down Spencer’s body once more. He knows that Spencer is opening his mouth to complain, but that complaint is cut short when Jon’s mouth brushes over the head of his cock. Jon always did know the best ways to shut Spencer up. He licks at Spencer’s dick diligently, memorizing the salty bitter taste of it. Jon waits until Spencer is moaning and writhing before he lets up and then he finally takes off his own pants.
Jon’s not surprised when Spencer lunges at him, pressing him down against the mattress, and kisses him recklessly. Jon tangles his legs with Spencer’s and presses his hips up, rocking against his boyfriend. He delights in the moan that leaks from Spencer’s throat and repeats the action. He can feel his own arousal, hard and brushing against Spencer’s thigh. He can feel the liquid hot tingles shooting up his body and he is so, so ready for this. He stays underneath Spencer for a few more instances, letting his boyfriend grind down onto him and kiss him to death but then he flips them right back over and his hands go directly for Spencer’s hips, then in behind, taking a handful of his ass and squeezing.
Spencer’s pushing something against Jon’s hip, something plastic. Jon looks over and sees that it’s the tiny bottle of lube he usually kept in the bedside table, specifically for these occasions. Jon reaches over and takes it gently but then kisses Spencer instead of doing anything with the bottle. Spencer bites at his lips which Jon knows means he’s not doing what his boyfriend wants. He just kisses harder and flips the lid of the bottle with his one hand. When Spencer’s little bites get more intense, he pulls away, still smiling and spreads the lubricant over his fingers.
Spencer watches him with dark eyes and swollen lips. Jon wishes he could capture the pure, unadulterated look of arousal on Spencer’s face forever. A picture will never do, not even if he uses Spencer’s overly expensive camera. Somehow it would lose the spark so Jon will just have to commit this moment to memory. He takes his slick hand and brings it down underneath Spencer’s cock and to his entrance. He runs a finger over the protrusion a few times, making sure everything is slippery enough because he doesn’t want to hurt Spencer and he knows it has been a while. Finally, when he deems Spencer slick enough he slides his fingers in.
“God,” Spencer gasps, “oh god Jon. More, now.” Jon likes that Spencer is so demanding in bed. It’s actually a major turn on for him. He also likes denying Spencer what he’s asking for, a least for a little while. He ignores Spencer’s command and continues moving his one finger around inside of him. After he deems it long enough, he adds another and scissors them. He’s going to make sure his boyfriend is ready for this.
Jon makes a point of avoiding Spencer’s eyes because he knows that if he meets them and sees the need there, he’ll cave right away. Spencer has this way of making him do things he doesn’t want to, even though he really wants to do this. He slips in another, the final, finger and searches around briefly for that bundle of nerves that he knows is there, inside of Spencer. He doesn’t have to search long because Jon had made sure to remember everything about Spencer’s body, even though he didn’t think they’d ever get back together, not after the way Jon had treated Spencer.
Spencer cries out into the dry air of Jon’s bedroom. He shifts himself on Jon’s fingers, fucking himself and cries out again. “Jon, Jon please. I need you now,” his voice is breathy and disconnected. He’s taking deep gulps of air and his eyes are shut tight. Jon is slicking himself up and pulling his fingers out of Spencer before Spencer even has time to open his eyes. He’s moving Spencer’s legs up to wrap around his waist and positioning himself right at his entrance.
“Spin, I want you to look at me, please,” Jon says as he starts to push in. Spencer looks at him, all wide eyes and moist lips and it’s all Jon can do to not abandon his mission and just lie there and kiss Spencer all night long. He can’t though because he knows that he wants this just as much as Spencer does and he knows he doesn’t want to deny either of them any more. He pushes in, all the way and then leans down to kiss away Spencer’s gasp.
Jon lies there inside of Spencer until his boyfriend is adjusted enough to get demanding again. This doesn’t take very long and then Jon’s moving. With every thrust he feels tingles shoot up his body and spread. His arms are tingling, his legs are tingling, even his teeth are tingling. He kisses Spencer deeply just as Spencer cries out. He swallows the sound and pushes in deeper, harder.
Jon brings his still slick hand down to grasp Spencer and he starts jerking him in time with his own thrusts. It doesn’t take long for either the hand movements or Jon’s thrusts to become erratic, especially when Spencer is doing such a good job at arching to meet Jon’s hips. Spencer’s little cries and moans definitely help him along the way as well and by this time, Jon’s entire body is tingling. His toes are curling, his eyes are closing and a deep growl is escaping his throat. He pushes in faster and the only reason he knows he’s hitting Spencer’s prostate is that Spencer is a mess of writhing and moans. Jon glances down at Spencer’s face and then comes undone. He’d been so close before and just seeing the pleasure that he was causing his boyfriend to experience set him off. He thrusts in through his orgasm, his moan turning into a deep growl and after only a few thrusts, he feels Spencer come all over his hand. He strokes his boyfriend through it, then collapses on top of him, pulling out along the way.
Jon presses soft kisses all over Spencer’s jaw line then finally lifts his mouth to his boyfriend’s and gives him a gentle, loving kiss. “You’re perfect,” he says quietly. “So, so perfect. I can’t believe you’re mine again.”
“Not again,” Spencer mumbles against his skin. “I always was yours; you just forgot that for a bit.”
“Never again,” Jon promises. “I won’t ever forget again.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” Spencer’s eyes drift shut after that and his breathing evens out. Spencer always had been one to power nap after sex. Jon doesn’t mind, it just gives him more time to study the absolute perfection that is his boyfriend. Jon doesn’t know what he’d done right to deserve to be like this with Spencer but he knows it must have been something big. He’s not going to question it anymore though. Spencer is his and he’s Spencer’s and that’s just the way it’s supposed to be. Jon’s okay with that, more than okay, in fact.