So Spencer does. His knees hit the floor a little harder than he intended, tiredness and absolute befuddlement making it a clumsy and awkward action. He sways the tiniest bit, bracketed by Brendon's jean covered knees, folding his aching hands and wrists into his lap. He can feel the warmth radiating from Brendon, from his legs and knees and crotch. Christ. Before the exact moment he hit the floor, Spencer may have been in denial about how long he and Brendon have been tiptoeing around each other. Except he can't really pretend anymore, can he? Especially when Brendon lays a hand against his face and tilts his head up, so he can brush their lips together lightly, once, twice, three times in a row and whispers good.

Then Spencer's world tilts as Brendon grabs his wrists and hauls him over his lap. He stiffens and struggles instinctively. The position makes him feel like a child, frightened and ashamed and a little aroused. Brendon matter-of-factly twists his arms so he can hold them behind his back, balancing Spencer across his knee. Spencer pushes backwards.

"Wait, what-"

Patrick's voice is calming and sensible. Spencer stills instantly, breathing rapid and almost panicked.

"This stops the second you say so, Spencer."

Brendon's chuckle vibrates through his legs, through Spencer's chest and stomach.

"But you did say you were interested, gorgeous. And this time, it's our way or the highway."

Spencer blinks once, twice, blood thumping in his wrists and face. Oh god oh god oh god okay, he thinks. He doesn't even articulate it- Brendon rubs a hand up and down his back firmly, murmuring something reassuring the moment he feels Spencer relax slightly against his grip. If Spencer turns his head a little, he can see Patrick and Pete watching avidly, Patrick's hand twisted in Pete's hair. He doesn't really want to see them- they're pretty, more than, fucking beautiful, but Brendon and the way he's peeling off Spencer's jeans and boxers so they hang around his knees is enough to deal with right now. And- Christ, Spencer isn't stupid. He knows what's about to happen. He's never done this before- never been spanked, but he doesn't think he should find it this arousing. He knows he shouldn't-

The impact of Brendon's hand on Spencer's ass makes him flinch and gasp.

"Easy, Spence. This okay?"

Brendon rubs at the spot he hit for a second gently. Spencer breathes in and out for a long moment and then nods.

"Yeah."

Brendon pinches his butt and Spencer flinches again. On the bed, Pete lifts his head from Patrick's thigh as he watches. Patrick's grip on his hair tightens for a moment before he lets go completely, instead massaging small circles over Pete's lower back. Patrick smiles, predatory, as Brendon raises his hand again.

"You know what, Spencer? I think eventually, you'll be able to take as much as Pete can...."

*

And, wow. Apparently, my spanking kink is bigger than I thought.