A Proper Induction
Title: A Proper Induction
Author: fastbetty31
Pairing: Spencer/Jon (Panic)
Rating: NC-17 Short PWP
POV: 3rd
Summary: Takes place during the beginning of Jon joining the band.
Disclaimer: Not real.
Dedications: A little sex to satisfy my computer wife, the Karen to my Plankton, giveyouasmirk. I still love you, babe.
A/N: No more Panic!



"Are you ever gonna wear some normal shoes, you hippie?"

"Are you ever gonna blow me?"

Spencer whirls his body around, Jon sat totally inebriated, and likely stoned as well. Spencer feels like he can't really take the guy before him seriously. Or can he?

Walking over, Spencer stands before him, "Whenever you're ready, dude. I'm down," Spencer figures if Jon isn't serious he'll easily be able to deny it.

"I'll be ready when you buy me a new pair, man."

And before he can stop himself, the opportunity far too great, Spencer says, "No, the other thing."

It takes Jon a second, his head cocked off to the side, staring off into space, then it hits him, "Ah really, man? Well come on, all this fucking time and you never..."

Spencer reaches forward stopping Jon, whose hands were under his bass undoing his fly, "Dude, not here, are you out of your fucking mind - oh, you are."

"Oh yeah, sure, I get it. Later tonight then. I got your back. We'll chill, get a little fucked up and have some fun, deal?" Jon sways on his stool, his bass tightly against his chest as he slouches, feeling great.

"Deal," Spencer reluctantly says. Having second thoughts about what he's done.



Jon wakes the next morning with this strange feeling that he was propositioned the day before. It's only when he crosses paths with Spencer, who is a little short with him that he realizes what he's done.

He has the sense now that he's slightly sober to be discreet. Courageously he takes Spencer aside, "About yesterday..."

"It's all good, don't worry about it," and Spencer tries to walk around Jon, pushing him to the side.

With his position still fairly new, Jon's knows he should sort things out. And too, Jon's not gonna let the chance of a blow job out of his grasp - hell no is he. He cranes his neck, coming face to face with Spencer, stopping him in his tracks. If Spencer continues forward, if Jon puckers his lips the two would surely meet.

"I want it, and I want it from you. I'm sorry I left you hanging, you didn't deserve that. Give me another chance?" Jon pans down, eying Spencer's mouth, resisting the urge to close the less than an inch between them. He looks back to Spencer who is speechless - almost.

"A-alright, yeah, later, soon, just... give me a minute."

"I'll be waiting, then."

And Spencer can feel Jon's breath against his face, warm and sweet, kick starting something in him he hasn't felt in a while. He turns quickly to avoid doing something perverse. He forces himself to wait till later.



And later can't come soon enough. Watching Jon all through practice, staring at those worn out flip-flops, that for some reason are now totally endearing to Spencer. He gets a game plan together, ending the night with Jon having to conveniently accompany him home - conveniently.

Two blocks away is all it takes, two street lights before Spencer has to pull over, into a dark parking lot. The smell of Jon floods his car, making him more hornier than he thinks he's ever been. Before he can place his car in park, before he comes to a complete stop, looking straight ahead, he says, "Open your pants."

Jon looks around them, figuring Spencer knows best, it's his hometown after all. He pulls himself out, soft, hairless and smelling baby fresh.

Without any permission or warning, Spencer falls over, burying his face in Jon's crotch.

"Shit, Spencer," Jon figures to lean back in his seat and does, forgetting his surroundings as he starts to push his hips up into Spencer's tight suction.

"Spencer, Spencer, man, wait up... hang on," Jon tries to raise Spencer's head off his cock before he unloads down his throat, the better place being Spencer's chest.

Spencer gets up and looks around the parking lot, then back to Jon, "I would have swallowed you, dude."

"Nah, it's just, well, can I ride you for a bit? No reason why we both can't get off," Jon shows sincerity in his request, and Spencer immediately feels like he could easily fall in love with that kind of sincerity - or if anything, manipulate it.

Without an answer Spencer throws back his seat, lying back, opens his pants sliding them down over his hips, down his legs. His cock's thick and ready as he holds it in his two hands, offering it up.

Jon reaches into his backpack for his lotion. He pours it into his hand, Spencer watching him as he leans over and wraps his hand around Spencer's cock, stroking and slicking him up.

Spencer leans his head back as far as he can, eyes closed as his hips push off the seat, "Damn, man, just get on, come on."

"Can't. Gotta finger my ass first," and when he gets up, leaning over the dashboard, his hand going into the back of his pants as they loosely slide over his ass and down his thighs, Spencer can't hold back his gratitude.

"Hell yeah, you're the shit, I knew it too. Dig in there, man. Show me how you do it."

Jon kicks out of his pants with his ass two fingers full. Looking around the lot, and still feeling comfortable, he adds another, leaning his head forward, getting off on the burn and stretch of it all. Fucking himself, and loving the fact that Spencer can't take his eyes off him.

"You gonna fill me up with that fucking cock of yours?"

"Yeah, come on, man, get on me," Spencer holds his cock upright, watching Jon straddle his legs. They situate, Spencer pulling his shirt up over his stomach, high on his chest, preparing for the load Jon's gonna dump there.

And like a jockey, Jon rides Spencer's cock with grace and ease, he's obviously done it before. Up and down, bouncing and moaning, the car rocking back and forth, windows fogging.

"Ride, Jon, fuck you're so hot, man," Spencer's hands that are on Jon's hips automatically go to Jon's face, pulling him down into a kiss that's purely tongue and suction. Muffling the moaning, groaning, and panting between the two of them.

Jon breaks away, "Jack me off, I'm gonna cum. Here, just open your mouth," Jon takes his cock in his hand pumping it, he grabs Spencer behind his head and pulls them together, never missing a beat as his ass continues to roll and grind down on the cock it's tightened around.

With Spencer's mouth wide open, his eyes on Jon's hand wrapped around himself, milking his cock, he closes his eyes when the first sheet of white hits his chin. Bending his neck, Jon forcing him forward, he gets his lips as extended as possible, sucking Jon's cock head into his mouth, drinking down the rest of his load.

The act alone is enough to get him off. His head falls back, his hands grasping Jon's sides, fucking up into his ass as he feels himself gathering for his release.

"I'm gonna cum in your ass, alright? Fuuuck, here it cums," three grunted thrusts, a small nod from Jon, and Spencer cums deep inside his ass.

"Fuck, nothing beats someone unloading in your ass, it's so hot, and... fuck, man. But next time that shit goes down my throat, alright?" then Jon leans in, tongue extended, as he licks Spencer over his mouth, pushing his tongue inside, licking Spencer over his teeth, "Take me home with you," Jon says against Spencer's mouth.

"Yeah, you saying, next time, didn't get passed me. You're damn right you're coming home with me... fuck, man. You're ass is moving in."