omg. make it stop.

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it's been raining for three weeks. three. weeks. with an occasional day off for good behavior apparently.

plz be to making it stop now. god, i am so sick of it. not to mention the possible flooding, i don't think i've ever seen the river this high.

plus, it makes me tired. all the fuckin' time tired. grrrr.


in other news, saw Spiderman 3...emo!peterparker? mothertruckin' AWESOME. lmfao.



throw some words at me people, be it a hello, fic or a random picture of some pretty boy patrick is good....or spencer...frank iero, yummy....gerard....ryan ross' hands....well, you get the picture (hahaha, punny!) omg, make me stop now...

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2/2 (the second part of the above :D )

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Spencer stopped and raised his eyebrows. They were in the secluded area of the hotel that hummed with vending machines and the giant ice maker that always loomed somewhere near the back end of the building.

"What, like, seriously?" Jon nodded and Spencer considered. "Well I mean, if you're gonna insult my mom or something then yeah."

"But what if I wanted to kiss you?" Jon asked. "Because you would be well within your rights to punch me if I did that and you didn't like it."

There was an edge of humor in Jon's tone that added warmth to his obvious nervousness and if Spencer weren't sure he was hearing things, he might've thought about how cute it was. Hell, he could feel his heart pounding in his fingertips and he couldn't help thinking about how cute it was.

"Um," Spencer said intelligently. "What?"

Jon said, "Just don't hit me too hard, okay? Ryan won't like it if you ruin my pretty face."

And Spencer wanted to laugh but he couldn't because Jon pressed their lips together, the kiss gentle and hesitant and thrumming with an energy that told Spencer Jon wouldn't be gentle or hesitant for long. Before Spencer could even really kiss him back, Jon pulled away and looked at him expectantly. And really, Spencer wasn't usually this stupid. He realized in that moment that this had all been some kind of weird attempt at seduction (which was proving successful) and he wondered just how long Jon had wanted to do that and how it was possible he'd never noticed.

"I'm not gonna punch you," Spencer said when Jon didn't move.

And then he leaned up and kissed Jon, firmly this time, tongue sliding over Jon's lips and then dipping into his mouth.

When they returned to their respective hotel rooms a bit later, flushed and walking so closely together they could have been one person from shoulder to hip, Ryan and Brendon didn't say anything. Well, Ryan raised an eyebrow and Brendon flopped backward onto his bed with an exclamation of "Jesus, fucking finally," but Spencer wasn't paying attention. He was too busy helping Jon move his stuff from he room he was sharing with Brendon into Spencer's.

Re: 2/2 (the second part of the above :D )

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you just made my day. srsly. jon/spencer always makes me feel better.

but -and Brendon flopped backward onto his bed with an exclamation of "Jesus, fucking finally,"- is the best.

yeah, ilu. lots.