Spencer isn't entirely sure how a discussion about tambourines turned into a gay encounter with Gerard Way but he's not going to question it. It is Gerard Way.
("I saw you rocking the 'tam, man." Gerard nods solemmly. "Uh, yeah, thanks." Spencer wonders where Ryan's gotten to. It was his idea to visit the My Chem guys after all--Spencer thinks he just wants to check out the competition in the form of one Mikeyway--and now he's vanished, leaving Spencer with Gerard who, though doubtlessly a sweet guy, is fucking weird.)
Gerard runs his thumbs absentmindedly along Spencer's inseam while he mouths at the tragically covered line of Spencer's cock. For his part, Spencer slides his fingers through Gerard's relatively cropped dark hair and wishes for a moment that he still sported the long, lank darkness Spencer remembers from music videos (though, logically, he knows that it would be fucking greasy and not that pleasant to run fingers through at all.)
("It's a man's instrument, you know?" Spencer glances back. "What?" "The tambourine, Smith, the tambourine." "Oh, uh, yeah, sure.")
Spencer pulls at Gerard's hair and maybe whines just a tiny bit. Gerard looks up, eyes dark and alight, and snickers a little. Spencer would kick in him his smarmy face if he wasn't hoping for a blowjob. "Hmm? Did you want something?"
"Fuck you." Thankfully, Gerard does not make any of the obvious snarky comments set up by that remark. Instead, he finally undoes Spencer's jeans and, in one clean motion, takes Spencer in until his pointy little nose is poking against the soft underside of Spencer's belly. Spencer sucks in his breath because, first, damn, and second, damn.
It doesn't last very long because Gerard is really good and Spencer, well, if you'd told Spencer when he was still tapping pencils against his desk and listening to Ryan talk about "someday" that in a few years he would be getting head from Gerard Way, he would either have laughed in your face or come on the spot. So when the actual Gerard Way had his actual mouth stretched around Spencer's actual dick doing very interesting things with his actual tongue, the young man can be forgiven his enthusiasm.
He'd only been vaguely aware of Gerard palming himself in his dark-washed jeans, but the hand that pats his cheek mockingly after Gerard slides up to sprawl half in his lap is sticky. Spencer thinks it would be impolite to complain, so he just smiles and maybe rests his head against Gerard's shoulder a little.
"Tambourines, man." Gerard says again, and Spencer still has no freaking clue, but he just closes his eyes and echoes "Yeah, tambourines."
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("I saw you rocking the 'tam, man." Gerard nods solemmly. "Uh, yeah, thanks." Spencer wonders where Ryan's gotten to. It was his idea to visit the My Chem guys after all--Spencer thinks he just wants to check out the competition in the form of one Mikeyway--and now he's vanished, leaving Spencer with Gerard who, though doubtlessly a sweet guy, is fucking weird.)
Gerard runs his thumbs absentmindedly along Spencer's inseam while he mouths at the tragically covered line of Spencer's cock. For his part, Spencer slides his fingers through Gerard's relatively cropped dark hair and wishes for a moment that he still sported the long, lank darkness Spencer remembers from music videos (though, logically, he knows that it would be fucking greasy and not that pleasant to run fingers through at all.)
("It's a man's instrument, you know?" Spencer glances back. "What?" "The tambourine, Smith, the tambourine." "Oh, uh, yeah, sure.")
Spencer pulls at Gerard's hair and maybe whines just a tiny bit. Gerard looks up, eyes dark and alight, and snickers a little. Spencer would kick in him his smarmy face if he wasn't hoping for a blowjob. "Hmm? Did you want something?"
"Fuck you." Thankfully, Gerard does not make any of the obvious snarky comments set up by that remark. Instead, he finally undoes Spencer's jeans and, in one clean motion, takes Spencer in until his pointy little nose is poking against the soft underside of Spencer's belly. Spencer sucks in his breath because, first, damn, and second, damn.
It doesn't last very long because Gerard is really good and Spencer, well, if you'd told Spencer when he was still tapping pencils against his desk and listening to Ryan talk about "someday" that in a few years he would be getting head from Gerard Way, he would either have laughed in your face or come on the spot. So when the actual Gerard Way had his actual mouth stretched around Spencer's actual dick doing very interesting things with his actual tongue, the young man can be forgiven his enthusiasm.
He'd only been vaguely aware of Gerard palming himself in his dark-washed jeans, but the hand that pats his cheek mockingly after Gerard slides up to sprawl half in his lap is sticky. Spencer thinks it would be impolite to complain, so he just smiles and maybe rests his head against Gerard's shoulder a little.
"Tambourines, man." Gerard says again, and Spencer still has no freaking clue, but he just closes his eyes and echoes "Yeah, tambourines."