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hector_rashbaum! I couldn't resist tackling this one RIGHT OFF...because, WOW, hi, that song plus this pairing.
Title: Sing It For Them
Pairing: Nicole Anderson/Spencer Smith (mentions of Nicole Anderson/Jon Walker and Spencer Smith/Jon Walker)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None that I can think of, really.
Word Count: 1225
Summary: "Can I try something?" she asks suddenly against his lips. He feels like he's been launched into the air, soaring without knowing where he's going to land and when she mouths against his jawline, he nods.
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING. THE TITLE IS FROM 'PAS DE CHEVAL' BY PANIC! AT THE DISCO.
41 - Spencer/Nicole
I'm always coming down from the night before when I met you
To hear what gets you off
What Gets You Off - Jack's Mannequin
==========
She kisses him, dirty and sudden, and a thrill surges through him.
Nicole is nothing Spencer had expected, even if Spencer isn't entirely sure what he was expecting. She shifts, bracing her knees on either side of his lap, grinding into him as he groans.
"Can I try something?" she asks suddenly against his lips. He feels like he's been launched into the air, soaring without knowing where he's going to land and when she mouths against his jawline, he nods.
"Yeah."
"You know, I didn't expect this," he says, making her laugh from between his legs. Her mouth slides wetly over his hip, teeth grazing to make him shiver. The light from the lamp casts a weirdly bright glow over them and Nicole grins up at him. Her finger, slick with lube presses into him slowly. The burn of it takes Spencer's breath away, making him close his eyes hard.
"Relax, Spence," Nicole says softly, and he opens his eyes to momentary blurriness and when his eyes focus on her, he notices that her eyes have gone dark. He doesn't think about the last time he did this and who it was with (but he remembers sharp stubble pricking against his neck and dragging against his hip), but he swallows hard.
"What did you expect?" she asks, mouthing over his hip, grazing her teeth as her finger doesn't move. Spencer sighs slowly, counting to himself before he shrugs, trying for non-chalant.
"I expected that we'd have some boring, but good sex."
"Mm, I like surprising people," she says, flashing him a quick grin that makes him snort. She wraps her lips around the head of his cock, pushing the tip of a second finger into him. He shudders, gasping hard, surprising himself and her, it seems like, as she looks up at him.
Nicole focuses on sucking his cock like she's studying her lines for the next day. Spencer groans, closing his eyes briefly as she shifts on the bed, her teeth grazing the crown of his dick and Spencer doesn't hold back the shaky moan that brings from his chest.
The burn's faded around her fingers, lingering in the briefest way, like a spark of desperation and Spencer thinks that maybe it is a bit like desperation to erase the memory of the last time. He doesn't want to think about opening up under Jon, but there's something about Nicole that reminds Spencer of him.
He doesn't tell her that, doesn't want her thinking he's comparing her to someone he thought he knew. He doesn't listen to the part of himself that tells him she knows.
She pulls up, reaching for the lube to carefully drizzle more on her fingers and the slide this time covers up the burn. It pulls a shudder out of him, making his eyes fall shut, losing himself in slender fingers pushing inside of him, curling and making him twist and groan. Sweat settles over them and Nicole murmurs to him as a third finger presses into him.
He wants to compare it to feeling like she's prying him open, holding him there, but when she shifts up, angling her fingers differently, the only thing he can think of is trying not to shout. Her fingers curl and he can hear the pleased, wicked laugh, she lets out as he shudders hard, coming all over his stomach and chest.
Breathing hard, Spencer groans brokenly as her fingers ease out of him. Nicole presses a light kiss to his thigh as she cleans up, wiping a washcloth over his stomach before grinning down at him.
"Do...you need?" he asks vaguely, feeling embarrassed now that it's over and yeah, that's normal, he thinks. She laughs softly, the sound much less sharp and piercing now than it was when he invited her up to his room. Leaning down, Nicole kisses him softly, grinning against his lips.
"I wouldn't say no, Spencer Smith," she says as he opens his eyes. Her eyes are dark and pleased, and he doesn't know why it makes him smile back as they roll over.
He laughs softly with her, for no reason, as he settles between her legs. She sucks in a quick, sharp breath when he rubs his beard over the bare skin above her pussy. He laughs again then, watching Nicole roll her eyes fondly. Spencer moves her legs carefully, adjusting them so he won't have to watch out for one of her legs kicking him in the face (again).
Spencer spreads her open easily, listening to her breathing as he teases the tip of his tongue across her. Her hips jerk up and she swears at him under her breath, making him laugh. He leans in, sliding the flat of his tongue over her clit and he pushes two fingers into her.
Nicole's breath catches on a sound halfway between a moan and a sob as her hips arch up into him. She's wet against his face, around his fingers and when he curls his fingers just so, she shudders hard against him. He gets her off two more times like that, feeling her cunt clench around his fingers as her voice grows ragged.
She pushes him away while the third orgasm works it's way through her in little shivers that she doesn't stop. He wipes his chin and mouth off with his discarded shirt beside of the bed as he wraps around her.
Head resting on her stomach, he looks up at her, watching her eyes open slowly as her breathing calms down.
"He wants you to talk to him, you know," she says finally, carding her fingers through his hair.
"Jon Walker knows my number," Spencer says, shifting so he can wrap his arms around her more firmly. He doesn't know what or why or even how the three of them reached whatever agreement they have.
"Yeah, but it doesn't mean he'll call. It's Jon."
"You can't just leave it alone?"
"Considering that fucking me is the only thing the two of you can do without making stupid snide comments, no, I can't," she says, tugging on a piece of his hair sharply enough to make him wince. He sighs against her stomach, pressing his lips to the fading bite near her bellybutton.
"It's the only thing we see eye-to-eye on now."
"Liar," she says easily.
"What, if I just talk to him and tell him the truth, everything'll be fine?"
"I was thinking if you would just talk to each other, we could have another threesome, honestly," she says, laughing. Spencer laughs with her, wondering how often she has to play off the same comments from Jon, if she ever gets fed up with it, if she ever wants to put a stop to fucking both of them.
"We can both fuck you without talking," he says, grinning up at her. She swats his shoulder lazily.
"Not as much fun," she says. Nicole shifts her head around on the pillow, wisps of hair settling on her cheeks in tiny curls. Her eyes are sleepy and Spencer sighs, shifting up to wrap his arms around her, hearing her make a soft, pleased sound.
"I'll email him tomorrow, good enough?"
"It's a start," she says, kissing him lightly.
hector_rashbaum! I couldn't resist tackling this one RIGHT OFF...because, WOW, hi, that song plus this pairing.Title: Sing It For Them
Pairing: Nicole Anderson/Spencer Smith (mentions of Nicole Anderson/Jon Walker and Spencer Smith/Jon Walker)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None that I can think of, really.
Word Count: 1225
Summary: "Can I try something?" she asks suddenly against his lips. He feels like he's been launched into the air, soaring without knowing where he's going to land and when she mouths against his jawline, he nods.
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING. THE TITLE IS FROM 'PAS DE CHEVAL' BY PANIC! AT THE DISCO.
41 - Spencer/Nicole
I'm always coming down from the night before when I met you
To hear what gets you off
What Gets You Off - Jack's Mannequin
==========
She kisses him, dirty and sudden, and a thrill surges through him.
Nicole is nothing Spencer had expected, even if Spencer isn't entirely sure what he was expecting. She shifts, bracing her knees on either side of his lap, grinding into him as he groans.
"Can I try something?" she asks suddenly against his lips. He feels like he's been launched into the air, soaring without knowing where he's going to land and when she mouths against his jawline, he nods.
"Yeah."
"You know, I didn't expect this," he says, making her laugh from between his legs. Her mouth slides wetly over his hip, teeth grazing to make him shiver. The light from the lamp casts a weirdly bright glow over them and Nicole grins up at him. Her finger, slick with lube presses into him slowly. The burn of it takes Spencer's breath away, making him close his eyes hard.
"Relax, Spence," Nicole says softly, and he opens his eyes to momentary blurriness and when his eyes focus on her, he notices that her eyes have gone dark. He doesn't think about the last time he did this and who it was with (but he remembers sharp stubble pricking against his neck and dragging against his hip), but he swallows hard.
"What did you expect?" she asks, mouthing over his hip, grazing her teeth as her finger doesn't move. Spencer sighs slowly, counting to himself before he shrugs, trying for non-chalant.
"I expected that we'd have some boring, but good sex."
"Mm, I like surprising people," she says, flashing him a quick grin that makes him snort. She wraps her lips around the head of his cock, pushing the tip of a second finger into him. He shudders, gasping hard, surprising himself and her, it seems like, as she looks up at him.
Nicole focuses on sucking his cock like she's studying her lines for the next day. Spencer groans, closing his eyes briefly as she shifts on the bed, her teeth grazing the crown of his dick and Spencer doesn't hold back the shaky moan that brings from his chest.
The burn's faded around her fingers, lingering in the briefest way, like a spark of desperation and Spencer thinks that maybe it is a bit like desperation to erase the memory of the last time. He doesn't want to think about opening up under Jon, but there's something about Nicole that reminds Spencer of him.
He doesn't tell her that, doesn't want her thinking he's comparing her to someone he thought he knew. He doesn't listen to the part of himself that tells him she knows.
She pulls up, reaching for the lube to carefully drizzle more on her fingers and the slide this time covers up the burn. It pulls a shudder out of him, making his eyes fall shut, losing himself in slender fingers pushing inside of him, curling and making him twist and groan. Sweat settles over them and Nicole murmurs to him as a third finger presses into him.
He wants to compare it to feeling like she's prying him open, holding him there, but when she shifts up, angling her fingers differently, the only thing he can think of is trying not to shout. Her fingers curl and he can hear the pleased, wicked laugh, she lets out as he shudders hard, coming all over his stomach and chest.
Breathing hard, Spencer groans brokenly as her fingers ease out of him. Nicole presses a light kiss to his thigh as she cleans up, wiping a washcloth over his stomach before grinning down at him.
"Do...you need?" he asks vaguely, feeling embarrassed now that it's over and yeah, that's normal, he thinks. She laughs softly, the sound much less sharp and piercing now than it was when he invited her up to his room. Leaning down, Nicole kisses him softly, grinning against his lips.
"I wouldn't say no, Spencer Smith," she says as he opens his eyes. Her eyes are dark and pleased, and he doesn't know why it makes him smile back as they roll over.
He laughs softly with her, for no reason, as he settles between her legs. She sucks in a quick, sharp breath when he rubs his beard over the bare skin above her pussy. He laughs again then, watching Nicole roll her eyes fondly. Spencer moves her legs carefully, adjusting them so he won't have to watch out for one of her legs kicking him in the face (again).
Spencer spreads her open easily, listening to her breathing as he teases the tip of his tongue across her. Her hips jerk up and she swears at him under her breath, making him laugh. He leans in, sliding the flat of his tongue over her clit and he pushes two fingers into her.
Nicole's breath catches on a sound halfway between a moan and a sob as her hips arch up into him. She's wet against his face, around his fingers and when he curls his fingers just so, she shudders hard against him. He gets her off two more times like that, feeling her cunt clench around his fingers as her voice grows ragged.
She pushes him away while the third orgasm works it's way through her in little shivers that she doesn't stop. He wipes his chin and mouth off with his discarded shirt beside of the bed as he wraps around her.
Head resting on her stomach, he looks up at her, watching her eyes open slowly as her breathing calms down.
"He wants you to talk to him, you know," she says finally, carding her fingers through his hair.
"Jon Walker knows my number," Spencer says, shifting so he can wrap his arms around her more firmly. He doesn't know what or why or even how the three of them reached whatever agreement they have.
"Yeah, but it doesn't mean he'll call. It's Jon."
"You can't just leave it alone?"
"Considering that fucking me is the only thing the two of you can do without making stupid snide comments, no, I can't," she says, tugging on a piece of his hair sharply enough to make him wince. He sighs against her stomach, pressing his lips to the fading bite near her bellybutton.
"It's the only thing we see eye-to-eye on now."
"Liar," she says easily.
"What, if I just talk to him and tell him the truth, everything'll be fine?"
"I was thinking if you would just talk to each other, we could have another threesome, honestly," she says, laughing. Spencer laughs with her, wondering how often she has to play off the same comments from Jon, if she ever gets fed up with it, if she ever wants to put a stop to fucking both of them.
"We can both fuck you without talking," he says, grinning up at her. She swats his shoulder lazily.
"Not as much fun," she says. Nicole shifts her head around on the pillow, wisps of hair settling on her cheeks in tiny curls. Her eyes are sleepy and Spencer sighs, shifting up to wrap his arms around her, hearing her make a soft, pleased sound.
"I'll email him tomorrow, good enough?"
"It's a start," she says, kissing him lightly.
