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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Bandom, Panic_At_The_Disco
  Relationship:
      Ryan_Ross/Spencer_Smith
  Character:
      Ryan_Ross, Spencer_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, Mutual_Masturbation, Masturbation_in_Shower, 16_year_old
      boys_being_boys
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-02-15 Words: 1946
****** The Inappropriate Nocturnal Emissions Fic ******
by unrequited_rain
Summary
     Spencer really, really hates Ryan. A lot. Except for how he kind of
     doesn't at all.
Spencer shivered in his sleeping bag. "I hate you. I really, really hate you
Ryan."
"Whatever." Ryan shivered back.
"No. Really. It's like an ocean. I am an ocean of hate for you right now. Only
it is bigger and less salty. How did you convince mom this was a good idea
anyway?"
"I dunno." Ryan said as he slipped an ear bud in. "I think she thought we
wouldn't go through with it."
Spencer sighed. "But why are we out here?" Spencer's teeth started chattering,
as if they too wanted to know why Ryan was subjecting them to this. "I mean,
jesus, Ry, it's really fucking cold."
Ryan turned onto his side to face away from Spencer. "Nothing's forcing you to
stay out here, Spence." Ryan shoved the other ear bud in. "Just go inside if
you're gonna be a baby about it."
Fuck, Spencer thought as he scrabbled with the zipper on his bag. Sometimes he
felt every single day of the year between them, stretching out like a giant
chasm. "Ry, I didn't. Fuck." he said trying to wedge himself into Ryan's
sleeping bag. "I seem to remember this being a lot easier when we were
younger."
Ryan smiled and almost laughed at that. Spencer counted it as a success. "We
were a lot smaller then, dumbass." Ryan grumbled, "If you're gonna do that we
might as well zip them together."
After they got the two sleeping bags zipped together and got themselves
comfortable, Ryan started humming along to the CD. "What are you listening to?"
Spencer asked, grabbing one of the buds out of Ryan's ear.
"Clarity," Ryan yawned.
"Of course." Spencer rolled his eyes. "Why did I even ask."
"I thought we established this already. It's because you're a dumbass."
Spencer gasped, mock affronted. "Bitch!"
"Jerk." Ryan said, shoving Spencer's shoulder.
"Whore." Spencer grinned, shoving Ryan back.
Ryan tugged the extra blanket over his head "Slut," he mumbled out from
underneath it.
Spencer followed him under, "Takes one to know one asshole."
Ryan shoved at his shoulder ineffectually. "I hate you."
"Whatever." Spencer grinned.
Later, after the CD finished Ryan started to get up to change discs. "No."
Spencer punctuated by grabbing Ryan's wrist. For some reason he didn't want to
break this moment, just the two of them lying there under the blanket,
breathing the same humid air. Some nameless urge in his gut saying stay.
"Just..." he pressed play on the CD player between them. "Stay."
Ryan froze, like he couldn't quite understand what Spencer was saying. He
finally said "Okay," and laid back down beside Spencer, his forehead brushing
the side of Spencer's head, barely enough room for the CD player between them.
Spencer whispered, "Sing... please." Barely audible, and Ryan opened his eyes
fuzzily, like he thought he had imagined it.
Ryan took forever to answer. So long Spencer thought maybe he really was
asleep. But then he whispered "Okay." Spencer fell asleep to Ryan singing A
Sunday.
~*~*~
Spencer woke up fuzzy eyed and sleep dumb. It was still dark outside the tent,
or rather, it was still dark under the blanket he and Ryan still had over their
heads. He started to sit up to find out what time it was when Ryan's arms
tightened around his middle.
Spencer froze.
It wasn't that he wasn't used to waking up with Ryan curled around him. They
had shared a bed too many times growing up and Ryan was a veritable octopus.
No, that's not why Spencer had frozen.
It was Ryan's hard on that was currently rubbing against the small of his back
as Ryan shifted restlessly in what Spencer hoped was his sleep. If not, then
this situation had the potential to get very messy and very embarrassing very
fast.
Spencer held his breath and shifted his weight tentatively. Ryan grasped
tighter and muttered something in his sleep. Which absolutely did not sound
like his name, Spencer told himself resolutely.
Spencer's gut burned as a million thoughts raced through his brain. Was this...
was Ryan... really him, or just any port in a storm?
Spencer was just about to try to get up again when Ryan let out a sharp moan.
Spencer's brain broke and it was all he could do to just bite his lip and not
echo Ryan back. Spencer twitched back and felt Ryan's dick rub up against the
crack of his ass. He tentatively twisted his hips and Ryan moaned. He bit his
lip and shoved one hand into his boxers, praying that Ryan wouldn't wake up and
freak out.
Abruptly, Ryan shifted and turned to face the other side of the tent. Spencer
froze, but Ryan didn't seem to be awake. Ryan started to moan, and Spencer
wanted to turn, wanted to watch, wanted to figure out these flutterings in his
stomach when he smelled Ryan's shampoo. He wanted everything to make sense...
he wanted everything.
Ryan let out another half garbled moan, sharp and high pitched, and holy fuck.
He moved his hand furiously in his shorts, trying not to make a sound. Ryan
started to say something, but stopped and that was it, he had to be awake, to
cut it off like that. He flicked his thumb over the head of his cock and came
all over the inside of his shorts.
~*~*~
When Spencer woke up again it was light out, and he was alone. As Spencer
grasped for his watch, he wondered if Ryan believed he had been asleep, and if
he would tell him what happened. Probably not, Spencer thought, running a hand
over his face, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 11:30. Spencer tugged on a pair
of jeans over his crunchy and still disgusting boxers and crawled out of the
tent.
Ryan was in the kitchen with his mom and sisters talking about their band. "I
mean, it's fine with just the three of us, but some of our original stuff I
just think could use another guitar. Brent says he knows a guy..."
Spencer sat down next to Ryan with a bowl of cereal and carefully watched him
out of the corner of his eye. He was positive Ryan wouldn't say anything now,
especially not with his mom and sisters here, but maybe he could get some clue
from how Ryan acted around him.
But the thing was, Ryan was acting like everything was normal. Like it was just
any other Saturday morning. Like he hadn't just rubbed off against his best
friend last night.
Then a thought froze him with the spoon halfway between the bowl and his mouth.
What if... his brain was buzzing. He stood up so fast his chair clattered to
the floor. Ryan eyed him warily, while his mom looked at him like he had gone
insane.
"Urm... I gotta..." He stuttered. "Bathroom."
Spencer dashed up the stairs and quickly locked the bathroom door. What if it
wasn't the first time? The idea of Ryan getting hard because of him, jerking
off because of him, was almost too much to handle.
Spencer turned the shower on and kicked his clothes off, climbing in. He tipped
his head back and tried not to think about Ryan, which at this point was
totally useless. Might as well have asked him not to think about air or water.
It should have been weird, but for some reason it wasn't. Like it was just
another one of those RyanandSpencer things only they understood.
He let his head drop forward under the spray and closed his eyes. He thought
about what Ryan would do if he knew, if he were here. He knew what happened,
for the most part, during sex. He had seen porn before, when Brent brought that
old playboy film of his dad's to practice that one time. It was horribly cheesy
and from the 80's, and Spencer hadn't felt anything for any of the girls,
except a vague awkward discomfort.
But now he thought of one of the scenes from the movie, where a guy sneaks up
on a girl in the shower. He thought of Ryan slipping into the shower behind
him, wrapping his arms around him and jerking him off, dick rubbing against his
ass. Eyes shut, he bit his lip and leaned back against the wall as he came all
over the shower door after a few short pulls on his dick.
He spent a few more minutes in the shower and wiped down the door. He got out,
wrapped a towel around his waist, opened the door and came face to face with
Ryan.
"...Hi." Spencer said, trying to move past him. But Ryan grabbed his hand and
tugged him back into the bathroom. "Or I could come with you," he said under
his breath. "Jesus, Ry, what the-"
"You were awake." He said bluntly. "You were awake, and you liked it."
Spencer started spluttering. "What? I ... No. What are you talking about? I
didn't."
"I did too." Ryan whispered in between Spencer's protestations, and moved
forward to kiss him.
Ryan was kissing him. Kissing him. Ryan who usually kissed (along with other
stuff) girls. And also, apparently him. Spencer was still shell shocked and
hadn't responded yet, so Ryan started to pull back. This prompted Spencer into
action. He wrapped his arms around Ryan's waist to stop him and to pull him
closer, even as Ryan tried to tug away. "Please Ryan," Spencer whispered
hoarsely, leaning their foreheads together, noses brushing.
"Really?" Ryan looked dazed. "You're sure? You have to be sure Spencer. I don't
want to just..." he waved his arms around his head. "Do this, then decide it
won't work."
Spencer thought about the one time he had gone to a party with Ryan. How he got
suckered into a game of seven minutes in heaven, and how he had felt absolutely
nothing when Suzie Jenkins had pressed her sticky lips against his, and they
fumbled around for those agonizingly long minutes. How kissing Ryan felt like
the rightest thing he had ever done. He moved his hands up to cup Ryan's
shoulders. "It's you," he whispered.
Ryan let out a relieved sigh and let his hands drop into Spencer's hair. "I'm
gonna kiss you again then, okay?"
Spencer closed his eyes and sighed into Ryan's mouth. "Okay."
They stood there, lips just barely touching, mostly just breathing into each
other's mouths when Spencer's mom yelled up the stairs, "Boys! I'm taking your
sisters to dance practice! Be back in a few hours!"
They laugh, and all of a sudden, it's easier. Easier to wrap his arms around
Ryan, bury his nose against Ryan's skin, and figure out it wasn't just his
shampoo, but something distinctly Ryan that made his stomach clench and his
heart leap at the same time.
Spencer and Ryan made their way back to his room, pausing along the way to grin
madly at each other. They collapsed onto Spencer's bed, Ryan talking at Spencer
about how they "need another guitar, Spencer, no really," while Spencer tried
to air drum along to Rock Show.
"It's not gonna be weird, is it?" Ryan asked, sitting up.
"Your face is weird." Spencer retorted.
"Jerk," Ryan laughed, shoving a bony elbow into Spencer's ribs. "I mean another
guitarist. Brent said he knows a guy from school, he might bring him around
sometime. Brendon or Brandon, something like that."
"Yeah, okay. We'll see." Spencer flopped around to lay his head against Ryan's
stomach.
Ryan toyed with his hair. "I don't know, I've got a good feeling."
"Good." Spencer tipped his head back to grin at Ryan.
"Yeah, good." He smiled back.
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