A Bandom Gets Spanked Meme
So, I’ve been whinging about this to a couple people (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
pushkin666 and sateenmusta have been most sympathetic), but there really should be more spanking fic in Bandom. I have the craving, okay? And sometimes you just have to be proactive about these things. So with that flimsy excuse, I present…
pushkin666 and sateenmusta have been most sympathetic), but there really should be more spanking fic in Bandom. I have the craving, okay? And sometimes you just have to be proactive about these things. So with that flimsy excuse, I present…Smack Your Bitch Up – A Bandom Gets Spanked Meme
Comment-fic, speculation, random perving and photo essays about the most spankable ass in Bandom all welcome. Anon-commenting is enabled and IP tracking off, in case someone wants to letch anonymously. All pairings and all ratings, just please provide both in the subject line. Also, feel free to pimp widely.
Get to it. Over my knee, bitch. Now.
'Lock on the Door and a Mirror on the Wall' 1/3 - Spencer/Jon - NC-17
Ryan shoots him an annoyed look and kept on calmly pressing buttons, his competitive streak in the sharp edge of his shoulders, the way he hunches over the controller, his face set serious and intent. Brendon seems to view video games as a full-contact sport: he shouts, he whoops, he jerks around in time with his character on the screen and, occasionally, he starts flailing one-handed at his opponent in an attempt to sabotage them. It almost always ends in his own character crashing into a wall.
Curled up against the arm of the sofa, Spencer catches Jon's eye. Jon rolls them dramatically and mouths 'crazy', with a matching twirl of his finger against the side of his head. Spencer grins. He's gratified when Jon smiles back.
"Right! Go right, you fucker!" Brendon shouts.
Predictably, the little wheeled figure onscreen hits a wall, spins, and ends up facing the wrong direction.
Brendon howls as Ryan's character steers deftly past him and sails over the finish line.
"You cheated, Ryan Ross," he accuses, with a venomous glare and a point of his finger.
"No, Brendon, you just suck," deadpans Ryan. He reaches out to turn off the console and Spencer wonders briefly when they reached the unspoken decision to stop playing. Or, for that matter, how Brendon can manage to look both sour and heartbroken at the same time.
"Whatever," he says, standing up and with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I'm going to bed. Some of us--" he glares at Ryan "-- need sleep to be this awesome."
"Face it, Brendon: you lost, fair and square," Spencer says.
Brendon pouts at him, and his eyes are ridiculously shimmery. "Et tu, Spencer. Et tu?"
"Come on, drama queen," Ryan says, as he gets to his feet. He nudges Brendon gently. "We can have a rematch in the morning. I'll even get Jon to make sure I don't cheat". He nudges again, subtly but firmly propelling Brendon towards the bunks. They all know how important it is that Brendon gets at least a few hours of sleep each night. "Are you guys coming?"
"Nah," Jon says. "I'm just going to hang out here for a while. Spence?"
Spencer can feel the molasses-slow pull of drowsiness at the edge of his consciousness, but for some reason, instead of saying 'yeah, wait up', what he actually says is "I'll be there in a minute". He pretends not to notice the way Jon beams at him and tells himself that the flutter in his stomach is just hunger.
Ryan glances between Spencer and Jon with something like suspicion, as if he suspects them of plotting something. Spencer looks back, evenly, and wills Ryan not to say something that'll ruin this. It must work, because eventually Ryan shrugs, wishes them a good night, and continues to shove Brendon out of the lounge. Jon and Spencer are left by themselves, sat on opposite ends of the couch, the murmur of Ryan and Brendon's voices fading to thick, peaceful silence.
"You want a beer?" Jon asks.
Spencer knows that, if he starts drinking now, he probably won't sleep for hours.
"Sure," he says, with deliberate nonchalance.
He listens to the sounds of Jon clattering around the tiny kitchen, as quietly as possible, and resists the urge to turn and watch him. He knows that, if he does, he'll only stare and give himself away. Spencer has a better poker face than anyone else on Decaydance, but not when he's this tired, and especially not where Jon is concerned.
Jon returns, handing Spencer a cold beer, wet with condensation. He takes his place on the couch again; except, if Spencer isn't completely mad, this time he sits a little closer. He watches as Jon crosses his bare feet at the ankle and stretches out with a low, pleased purr, eyes slipping closed and a look of peaceful bliss on his face.
"That good, huh?" Spencer's voice startles even himself.
'Lock on the Door and a Mirror on the Wall' 2/3 - Spencer/Jon - NC-17
"Being awake when everyone else is asleep?" Spencer hazards.
"Yeah," Jon says. "'scuse me."
Spencer is about to ask when Jon leans over him, one hand planted on his thigh, to place his beer on the counter. The unexpected touch is a sudden shock to his system, and Spencer hisses in a breath before he can stop himself. He's suddenly very aware of how warm and solid Jon is, the way he smells, and even the way he sways into Spencer with the movements of the bus.
They stay like that for a long moment; longer than necessary, longer than proper, and much longer than they should if they just wanted to laugh it off afterwards.
"Spence," Jon begins, and his voice is low.
The bus swerves suddenly, and Jon loses his footing- his arm gives and he falls into Spencer's lap with a grunt.
He immediately starts squirming and flailing, trying to right himself as Spencer tries to keep his beer from being knocked out of his hands. There's a moment where they're both moving around, Jon apologising and Spencer trying to shut him up so he can tell him to stop moving, before he covers them both in alcohol.
"Jon," Spencer snaps. He slaps his hand down on the top of Jon's thigh to get his attention. "Stop moving".
The fact that Jon responds to that is hardly surprising. What is surprising is the way Jon makes a strangled noise, and goes instantly limp across Spencer's lap.
For a long time, they stay like that; Jon sprawled across Spencer's legs, Spencer's hand still resting on the top of Jon's thigh. Spencer can feel the rapid hammer of Jon's heart, see his rapid little breaths, and feel the heat that radiates from him. The bus sways gently, the hum of it a familiar, meditative sound. Jon may be panicking, but Spencer feels curiously relaxed, like he's detached from his body, like he knows he should be freaking out. In his mind, the memory of Jon freezing beneath his hand plays over and over.
"Spencer--" says Jon, and he sounds like he's flying apart, like that day Brendon got hit in the head with a bottle and Spencer realised that Jon was having a quiet meltdown backstage.
Very slowly, Spencer puts his beer on the counter next to Jon's.
"Spencer, I'm sorry," Jon is saying. "I didn't--"
Spencer's hand curls around the nape of Jon's neck, and he feels Jon tense beneath his fingers- they're cold, he knows, but that probably isn't the reason. Part of him wonders what the hell he thinks he's doing. The other part of him raises his hand and brings it down firmly on Jon's ass.
The reaction is just as good as before: Jon makes this *sound*, a sound like pleasure and surprise, like he's caught off-guard by how good it feels, and jerks forwards against Spencer's legs, his body arching in simple, beautiful ways. His hand curls around Spencer's thigh, as if he needs something to hold onto.
'I did that,' thinks Spencer, dazedly. The emotion floods his veins; want, and power, and fierce possessiveness.
He has to be sure, though. Has to know, because this is *Jon*. He raises his hand, and does it again.
This time, Jon's fingers clench, his whole body shivers, and he moans Spencer's name like a filthy secret.
"You like this," Spencer says, and suddenly it's no longer a question.
Spencer has never understood spanking as a kink. In his head, spanking is something parents do to you when you're bad, a threat, a punishment. The idea of being spanked during sex, and actually enjoying it, always seemed foreign to him.
He thinks he gets it, now.
'Lock on the Door and a Mirror on the Wall' 3/3 - Spencer/Jon - NC-17
Spencer does it again; lets his hand fall where Jon's thigh meets his ass. He considers making Jon count them off, but this is still too new, too strange and fragile, and he doesn't want to break it just yet. Instead, he lets the sting of it, and Jon's whimpers, fade before he does it again, leaving a matching blow to the other leg.
"It's--" Jon sounds pained, "it's not enough. Need-- I need--".
"Shh," Spencer soothes. His hand curls underneath Jon's belly, thumbing open the button on his jeans. "I know what you need."
It's a lie- he doesn't know what Jon needs, not really. He's not even sure what he's doing. Still, Jon doesn't complain when Spencer eases his jeans and boxers down to his thighs, leaving his ass bare and upturned on Spencer's lap. In fact, he makes a low sound in the back of his throat, moaning like it hurts but he can't get enough of it. Spencer cups one perfect, unmarked cheek, fingertips stroking the soft skin, and Jon shivers.
"You're sure," says Spencer.
"Please," Jon says.
Spencer aims the next slap to the fleshiest part of Jon's ass. The snap of skin-on-skin seems loud, startling, but the cry it wrenches from Jon's throat soothes any sudden misgivings Spencer may have had. He can already feel arousal burning low in his veins, can feel himself getting harder. On his next slap, he feels the head of Jon's cock nudging against his leg. He does it again, just to feel it, and to hear the way he's affecting Jon, the tiny whimpers and moans that he's making.
He's not sure how long it goes on; gets lost in the rhythm of it. Sometimes he speeds the blows up, or slows them right down, fingertips brushing against the heated skin, just to feel the way Jon squirms. Every mark his hand leaves on that pale, perfect skin fascinates him, and he doesn't stop until Jon's ass is reddened, until Jon is sobbing, begging, his fingertips clenched so hard around Spencer's thigh that he's sure there will be marks.
Spencer slows right down and stops, hand resting on the warm skin of Jon's backside. His other hand reaches under to grasp Jon's cock, hot and hard in his hand, his thumb pressing against the head and fingers tucked against Jon's balls.
Jon whines and tries to thrust into Spencer's grip, and Spencer slaps him in warning, no less harder than the other times, right on the top of Jon's thigh.
"Stay," he says, firmly.
The whimper-moan of his name that he gets in reply makes Spencer's cock twitch.
Still, it's Jon, and he can't torture or tease him. He curls his hand and begins jerking Jon off; awkwardly, at first, until Jon starts squirming and moaning nonstop, until Spencer gets the right pressure and speed, until he learns to use his thumb on the head and twist on the upstroke. The fingertips of his other hand slide closer and closer to the cleft of Jon's ass, his fingertips dipping inside the crease, making Jon shudder and gasp. When he brushes the skin of Jon's opening, Spencer starts to worry that Jon is about to hyperventilate, the way he begins to pant.
He lets his fingers stroke across the skin for a moment, before he gently presses the tip of one inside.
Just like that, Jon whimpers out his name and comes, his fingers digging into Spencer's thigh and his come painting the side of Spencer's leg.
end.
Re: 'Lock on the Door and a Mirror on the Wall' 3/3 - Spencer/Jon - NC-17
Me loves it ^^
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... I mean, thank you very much! ^_^
Re: 'Lock on the Door and a Mirror on the Wall' 3/3 - Spencer/Jon - NC-17
That was hot as hell...
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Bah! He loves it!
Re: 'Lock on the Door and a Mirror on the Wall' 3/3 - Spencer/Jon - NC-17
ILU
omg, this was so hot I almost choked on my dinner. ACCIDENTAL SPANKING FTW! Jon's reactions were simply delicious and Spencer getting it, the power of it, and oh holy jesus, you know i'll make you repost and advertise all over later, don't you. So, so awesome.
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Thank you so much! I'm glad this worked for you- it was kind of me working through my personal thoughts about spanking. It's not my kink but, were I to have Jon sprawled over me practically begging for it... yeah, I could understand it.
Re: 'Lock on the Door and a Mirror on the Wall' 3/3 - Spencer/Jon - NC-17
*hyperventilates from the hot*
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*finds you a paper bag*
Re: 'Lock on the Door and a Mirror on the Wall' 3/3 - Spencer/Jon - NC-17
I loved that this was from Spencer's point of view, too.
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Really, I think I just have a Jon Walker kink.
But anyway, thank you very much! I'm glad I could share the madness, or something.
Re: 'Lock on the Door and a Mirror on the Wall' 3/3 - Spencer/Jon - NC-17
of course spencer would be into the spanking. OF COURSE. drummer, cadence, etc. but still. soo friggin hot.
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Holy cow, I think you are my new hero! Do you know how rare it is to find anything with bottom!Jon. I so expected it to be Spencer being spanked. It was the best surprise ever to find out different.
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I'm glad you liked it, though! :D