Okay, well, siryn99 and I have been emailing back and forth rather epically on this, but here's a scene for you, because I know what it's like to want to be pampered after oral surgery. <3333
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It's like, right after they have a huge fight, and Spencer sneers at Jon that he's impossible, and Jon shoots back that he's no better, and Spencer yells, "God, I hate you!" and pounds his fists into his pillow, his back to Jon. "Well, that's good," Jon shots back, "I was really starting to worry you were falling in fucking love with me or something." Spencer snorts loudly, and Jon absolutely does not stare at the hard lines of his back.
And they are both laying there in the silence and all of sudden they hear the door open and slam shut. Jon squeezes his eyes shut and tries to drown out the giggling through the thin walls. And it's working fine until - squeak-bang-squeak-bang.
Emily's really going at it, moaning and groaning and under all her noise, Jon can hear the man's heavier grunting. He opens his eyes and he can tell by the way Spencer's spine has gone stiff that he's awake too.
The man's groaning gets louder, rougher, and there's a very clear, "oh yeah, fuck," through the wall, followed by Emily's high-pitched laugh. Jon closes his eyes and buries his face into his pillow, trying to think of anything but the sound of sex next door and how he's suddenly so very aware of Spencer lying less than a foot away from him. The bed shifts a little when Spencer moves his legs slightly; Jon is completely still, barely breathing. The man calls out, "god, yeah," the bed banging harder against the wall, and it's then Jon hears the tiny, tiny little sharp intake of breath from Spencer. Jon squeezes his eyes shut tighter; he refuses to acknowledge the way his body's stirring, or how he suddenly really, really wants to just push his hips against the mattress, and he especially refuses to imagine what Spencer would look like all spread out underneath him, flushed and gasping and begging.
He's trying to hold as still as possible, praying that Spencer doesn't look at him right now. Because if he does, Jon's not sure he can control himself. Spencer makes that little noise again, low in his throat and rolls over onto his belly.
And Jon can't take it. He leaps up off the floor and grabs his boots and coat. "Going out," he says tersely, not bothering to see if Spencer's watching him.
He's hard when he runs out the door of the brothel downstairs, and all the girls smirk at him. One of them actually calls out after him, "Rough night, Jonny?" and all the girls laugh. Jon grits his teeth and slams the door behind him. It would be so easy to talk one of the girls into a cheap night, just a quick blowjob or something, but as much as he needs release, that's not what he wants. And that pisses him off even more, not that he'd ever admit it.
part 1
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It's like, right after they have a huge fight, and Spencer sneers at Jon that he's impossible, and Jon shoots back that he's no better, and Spencer yells, "God, I hate you!" and pounds his fists into his pillow, his back to Jon. "Well, that's good," Jon shots back, "I was really starting to worry you were falling in fucking love with me or something." Spencer snorts loudly, and Jon absolutely does not stare at the hard lines of his back.
And they are both laying there in the silence and all of sudden they hear the door open and slam shut. Jon squeezes his eyes shut and tries to drown out the giggling through the thin walls. And it's working fine until - squeak-bang-squeak-bang.
Emily's really going at it, moaning and groaning and under all her noise, Jon can hear the man's heavier grunting. He opens his eyes and he can tell by the way Spencer's spine has gone stiff that he's awake too.
The man's groaning gets louder, rougher, and there's a very clear, "oh yeah, fuck," through the wall, followed by Emily's high-pitched laugh. Jon closes his eyes and buries his face into his pillow, trying to think of anything but the sound of sex next door and how he's suddenly so very aware of Spencer lying less than a foot away from him. The bed shifts a little when Spencer moves his legs slightly; Jon is completely still, barely breathing. The man calls out, "god, yeah," the bed banging harder against the wall, and it's then Jon hears the tiny, tiny little sharp intake of breath from Spencer. Jon squeezes his eyes shut tighter; he refuses to acknowledge the way his body's stirring, or how he suddenly really, really wants to just push his hips against the mattress, and he especially refuses to imagine what Spencer would look like all spread out underneath him, flushed and gasping and begging.
He's trying to hold as still as possible, praying that Spencer doesn't look at him right now. Because if he does, Jon's not sure he can control himself. Spencer makes that little noise again, low in his throat and rolls over onto his belly.
And Jon can't take it. He leaps up off the floor and grabs his boots and coat. "Going out," he says tersely, not bothering to see if Spencer's watching him.
He's hard when he runs out the door of the brothel downstairs, and all the girls smirk at him. One of them actually calls out after him, "Rough night, Jonny?" and all the girls laugh. Jon grits his teeth and slams the door behind him. It would be so easy to talk one of the girls into a cheap night, just a quick blowjob or something, but as much as he needs release, that's not what he wants. And that pisses him off even more, not that he'd ever admit it.