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HERERERERE WE GO!!!!!!!
So here's the new chapter! Hope you like it!! Also, I have an idea for a new story that I will probably be starting after I finish this chapter, so my updates might only be every other night. OH but I'm only going to update if I get at least ONE review telling me how I'm doing!
Jon's P.O.V.
Beep, beep, beep!
I folded back the thick warm comforter just enough to reach an arm out and slam my fist down onto the annoying alarm clock. Whoever invented those stupid alarm clocks could burn in hell. Well maybe not. I'm not that much of a jerk to sincerely think something like that; actually, I'm a very caring person. The real me and the façade I put on for the rest of the world are two completely different people.
I blinked a few times before sitting up to look at the time. I squinted as the bright green flashing letters tried to awaken my tired eyes; I sighed, Only 5:30.. Who sets an alarm for this early in the morning? And on vacation?
I sat up further still; there was a dim light coming in through the window from the morning sun. I blinked again and looked around. I saw a bunch of other people but I wasn't paying attention to them; I was looking for him. Spencer. Spencer and Gee, they are the only two that have ever been able to break through the walls I have spent years building up to protect myself. Gerard because he was a naturally persistent and caring person; Spencer simply because he is Spencer and he just has a way with people. A way that I don't think the others have discovered yet.
It took me a while to realize he was in the bed next to mine. He was facing me, his back to Frankie, whom he was sharing the bed with. Spencer was still asleep, the blankets and sheets in disarray. I slumped back against the wall and watched him. For over two hours I sat watching his chest rise and fall, waiting for him to shift like he does every few minutes.
I'm not sure why, but I was almost saddened when he exhaled deeply and his eyes fluttered.
He looked up at me, I stared over at him. He shifted to a sitting position; his eyes never left mine as we made a silent agreement to meet out in the hall. I got up and slipped on some shoes and exited the hotel room. I found myself slumped against an annoying off-white colored wall, sinking lower into a sitting position.
I had a few silent moments to think before I was joined by Spencer. He sat down next to me, Indian style. He looks so tired.. As if he didn't get a wink if sleep last night. There were noticeable bags under his gorgeous clear-blue eyes; his hair was the definition of 'sex hair' tousled and sticking up in the back, thanks to dried sweat. Although I'm fairly certain (by 'fairly certain' I mean I'm so positive, I would sell my soul to the devil if I were wrong) that Spence is still an innocent, pretty little virgin.
I almost laughed, did I just think the words 'innocent, pretty little virgin'? Huh. I guess I did.. that's odd.
I could see Spencer staring at me from the corner of my eye. It was kind of freaking me out so I looked over at him; he was wearing this goofy, cheeky smile.. One of the smiled that you had to smile back at or you just wouldn't feel right. Spencer is one of the few people that have such a beautiful, amazing smile that makes you smile just by seeing it. The way his face splits into a grin, his cheeks going all round like a little kids, and what makes it absolutely perfect is that the joy and happiness you see in his lips reached his eyes. All of those things is enough to make your heart melt.
I smiled back at him because I just had to.
He leaned in and placed a delicate kiss on my cheek, the kind of kiss that I returned on his lips. We don't know what we are to each other, so we keep it casual. Yeah, we hold hands and exchange kisses but I'm kind of unsure about this and he has expressed to me that he is unsure as well. One thing that I do know: I love Spencer Smith. I might not be IN love with him but I love him nonetheless. I sighed in pure contentment and leaned against him, my head on his shoulder.
"Good morning, Jon." he yawned.
I guess it's true that yawns are contagious because I yawned too "Morning gorgeous."
I didn't have to look up to know he was blushing.
"Ah, don't say that," Spencer started, I could just /hear /his insecurities in his voice before he even continued "I'm not gorgeous. I'm like the complete opposite; ugly and fat and awkward. Not gorgeous at all.. No need to humor me."
I stared in shock; how could a creature as beautiful as Spencer Smith think that he his anything below devastatingly gorgeous? I cupped his cheek with my hand, "Spencer, no. you have this ALL wrong. There isn't an ugly, fat or awkward thing about you! Your eyes, your lips, your hips., your belly: all perfect and wondrous and sexy. So YOU don't say THAT; because Spencer Fucking Smith you're so devastatingly gorgeous it almost pains me to look at your beauty."
I didn't wait for an answer, just closed the distance between our lips. Spencer seemed to tense up at first but after a second or two I felt him smile against my lips before kissing back. I chewed on his lip and ran my tongue along his cloudlike lower lip, asking for entrance when we heard someone angrily clearing their throat.
Our lips separated but our bodies stayed tangled as we both looked up to find the source of the noise. It was- FUCK!
How did this even happen? It was Andrew. The most homophobic jock at our school! Things couldn't possibly get any worse, could they? Oh wait, yes, they could; because standing next to Andrew was his sidekick they called 'Chedz' in truth, his name is Eric.
Spencer and I froze, staring in terror at the two most horrible and cruel and abusive guys at our school.. Possibly in the world. They glared down at us with cold, dead eyes. Eric took a step toward us, but Andrew put a hand up to signify that he should freeze.
"No, Chedz, don't get too close. They're fags, they might rape you or something." he said in disgust. It was only then that Spencer pulled away from me, his face ablaze. I can already tell this isn't going to go well: two gay, scraggly, thin teenage boys left alone with two homophobic, tall, toned jocks; does anyone see this ending with a handshake and tip of the hat? 'Cause I sure as hell don't!
He tried to stand up, but Andrew kicked him -hard- in the stomach. Spencer let out a whimper that almost broke my heart "Fag, sit down!" Andrew ordered. Spencer fell back onto his knees clutching at his ribs.
Andrew really shouldn't have kicked Spencer. My Spencer. I shot up and punched Andrew with as much force as I could muster. It hit him square in the jaw. He stumbled backwards as I felt a hand gripping the back of my shirt and pulling me back; I slammed into the opposite wall to find Eric suddenly in front of me. Me punched me in the gut, I wrenched forward in pain; that fucking hurt like a bitch! I heard a whimper, not my own, I looked over in panic and saw Andrew beating the shit out of Spencer. I began to rush over to help him but Eric caught my arm and shoved me onto the ground and began kicking me.
"PETE!!" I heard Spencer scream. Of course he would call Pete, Pete is the most respected guy in school. The jocks would back off.
Spencer's P.O.V.
"PETE!!" I screamed as Andrew kicked me again. He put his foot down on my throat so I couldn't breathe "Shut the fuck up, you useless faggot!" he growled.
[**]Someone cleared their throat; "Would you mind telling me why you're trying to murder my friends?" the person said politely. Pete. Thank god for Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III.
The weight came off my throat and I gasped for air and sat up. Pete and Bob had Eric and Andrew shoved against the wall. Of course they wouldn't hurt them, that was something Pete wouldn't do. I didn't wait around to listen to what Bob and Pete were yelling to them, I just caught a glimpse of Pete, his pointer finger pressed against Andrew's chest and Bob who caught Eric (who tried to run away) by the waist and shoved him back against the wall before I got up and scrambled into our room, followed by Jon.
"Spence, are you okay?" Jon asked looking concerned. I bit my lip, "Yes." I lied. In all truth, my jaw hurt and I'm pretty sure I can feel blood running from above my eye.
"No you're not. You're bleeding. Let me help?"
I nodded. I grabbed his hand as we walked into the bathroom. I sat down on the edge of the counter and watched him pull out cotton balls and rubbing alcohol. Jon sighed and bit his lip "Um, this might hurt.." he said referring to the alcohol.
I gave him a look, "Jon, I'm not five. Go." he pressed the cotton to the cut above my eye and I pulled away almost falling into the sink "god damn fucking bitch fuck bastard!" I screeched. He pressed it to my eye again with a laugh, I winced.
"Yeah, not five." he said in a mocking tone. I glared at him, what am I supposed to say? It fucking hurt!
I shoved at him muttering a shut up.
"Jon?"
He looked up at me "Huh?"
I took another thought at what I wanted to say and chickened out "Uhm. Never mind.." I looked down. He tilted my chin up so I had to look at him. He smiled encouragingly.
"What were ya gonna say, Spencer?" well now I just HAVE to tell him; he was looking down at me with sparkling brown irises that are threatening to melt my insides. I forgot all about what happened with Andrew and 'Chedz' (it was what was making me nervous about telling Jon) and took his hands in mine.
"Jon, I love you. I love you so fucking much and I want you to be mine; all mine and no one else's.. will you?" I was quite happy with myself when I didn't blush or stutter or pause; I was also quite happy when Jon's face lit up and he kissed me slowly, but I could tell it was with every bit of passion in his body. I kissed back and deepened the kiss; our tongues were soon in an intricate war battling for dominance. He broke the kiss and leaned into my ear and whispered,
"Hello, my name is Jon Walker, property of Spencer Smith.."
I smiled and I could feel him smile against my cheek. "I love you." I stated.
"And I love you." he replied before attacking my neck with kisses and love bites.
*Okay so I guess the next chapter will be smut.. With these two ^ what do you think, Should I?
*
So here's the new chapter! Hope you like it!! Also, I have an idea for a new story that I will probably be starting after I finish this chapter, so my updates might only be every other night. OH but I'm only going to update if I get at least ONE review telling me how I'm doing!
Jon's P.O.V.
Beep, beep, beep!
I folded back the thick warm comforter just enough to reach an arm out and slam my fist down onto the annoying alarm clock. Whoever invented those stupid alarm clocks could burn in hell. Well maybe not. I'm not that much of a jerk to sincerely think something like that; actually, I'm a very caring person. The real me and the façade I put on for the rest of the world are two completely different people.
I blinked a few times before sitting up to look at the time. I squinted as the bright green flashing letters tried to awaken my tired eyes; I sighed, Only 5:30.. Who sets an alarm for this early in the morning? And on vacation?
I sat up further still; there was a dim light coming in through the window from the morning sun. I blinked again and looked around. I saw a bunch of other people but I wasn't paying attention to them; I was looking for him. Spencer. Spencer and Gee, they are the only two that have ever been able to break through the walls I have spent years building up to protect myself. Gerard because he was a naturally persistent and caring person; Spencer simply because he is Spencer and he just has a way with people. A way that I don't think the others have discovered yet.
It took me a while to realize he was in the bed next to mine. He was facing me, his back to Frankie, whom he was sharing the bed with. Spencer was still asleep, the blankets and sheets in disarray. I slumped back against the wall and watched him. For over two hours I sat watching his chest rise and fall, waiting for him to shift like he does every few minutes.
I'm not sure why, but I was almost saddened when he exhaled deeply and his eyes fluttered.
He looked up at me, I stared over at him. He shifted to a sitting position; his eyes never left mine as we made a silent agreement to meet out in the hall. I got up and slipped on some shoes and exited the hotel room. I found myself slumped against an annoying off-white colored wall, sinking lower into a sitting position.
I had a few silent moments to think before I was joined by Spencer. He sat down next to me, Indian style. He looks so tired.. As if he didn't get a wink if sleep last night. There were noticeable bags under his gorgeous clear-blue eyes; his hair was the definition of 'sex hair' tousled and sticking up in the back, thanks to dried sweat. Although I'm fairly certain (by 'fairly certain' I mean I'm so positive, I would sell my soul to the devil if I were wrong) that Spence is still an innocent, pretty little virgin.
I almost laughed, did I just think the words 'innocent, pretty little virgin'? Huh. I guess I did.. that's odd.
I could see Spencer staring at me from the corner of my eye. It was kind of freaking me out so I looked over at him; he was wearing this goofy, cheeky smile.. One of the smiled that you had to smile back at or you just wouldn't feel right. Spencer is one of the few people that have such a beautiful, amazing smile that makes you smile just by seeing it. The way his face splits into a grin, his cheeks going all round like a little kids, and what makes it absolutely perfect is that the joy and happiness you see in his lips reached his eyes. All of those things is enough to make your heart melt.
I smiled back at him because I just had to.
He leaned in and placed a delicate kiss on my cheek, the kind of kiss that I returned on his lips. We don't know what we are to each other, so we keep it casual. Yeah, we hold hands and exchange kisses but I'm kind of unsure about this and he has expressed to me that he is unsure as well. One thing that I do know: I love Spencer Smith. I might not be IN love with him but I love him nonetheless. I sighed in pure contentment and leaned against him, my head on his shoulder.
"Good morning, Jon." he yawned.
I guess it's true that yawns are contagious because I yawned too "Morning gorgeous."
I didn't have to look up to know he was blushing.
"Ah, don't say that," Spencer started, I could just /hear /his insecurities in his voice before he even continued "I'm not gorgeous. I'm like the complete opposite; ugly and fat and awkward. Not gorgeous at all.. No need to humor me."
I stared in shock; how could a creature as beautiful as Spencer Smith think that he his anything below devastatingly gorgeous? I cupped his cheek with my hand, "Spencer, no. you have this ALL wrong. There isn't an ugly, fat or awkward thing about you! Your eyes, your lips, your hips., your belly: all perfect and wondrous and sexy. So YOU don't say THAT; because Spencer Fucking Smith you're so devastatingly gorgeous it almost pains me to look at your beauty."
I didn't wait for an answer, just closed the distance between our lips. Spencer seemed to tense up at first but after a second or two I felt him smile against my lips before kissing back. I chewed on his lip and ran my tongue along his cloudlike lower lip, asking for entrance when we heard someone angrily clearing their throat.
Our lips separated but our bodies stayed tangled as we both looked up to find the source of the noise. It was- FUCK!
How did this even happen? It was Andrew. The most homophobic jock at our school! Things couldn't possibly get any worse, could they? Oh wait, yes, they could; because standing next to Andrew was his sidekick they called 'Chedz' in truth, his name is Eric.
Spencer and I froze, staring in terror at the two most horrible and cruel and abusive guys at our school.. Possibly in the world. They glared down at us with cold, dead eyes. Eric took a step toward us, but Andrew put a hand up to signify that he should freeze.
"No, Chedz, don't get too close. They're fags, they might rape you or something." he said in disgust. It was only then that Spencer pulled away from me, his face ablaze. I can already tell this isn't going to go well: two gay, scraggly, thin teenage boys left alone with two homophobic, tall, toned jocks; does anyone see this ending with a handshake and tip of the hat? 'Cause I sure as hell don't!
He tried to stand up, but Andrew kicked him -hard- in the stomach. Spencer let out a whimper that almost broke my heart "Fag, sit down!" Andrew ordered. Spencer fell back onto his knees clutching at his ribs.
Andrew really shouldn't have kicked Spencer. My Spencer. I shot up and punched Andrew with as much force as I could muster. It hit him square in the jaw. He stumbled backwards as I felt a hand gripping the back of my shirt and pulling me back; I slammed into the opposite wall to find Eric suddenly in front of me. Me punched me in the gut, I wrenched forward in pain; that fucking hurt like a bitch! I heard a whimper, not my own, I looked over in panic and saw Andrew beating the shit out of Spencer. I began to rush over to help him but Eric caught my arm and shoved me onto the ground and began kicking me.
"PETE!!" I heard Spencer scream. Of course he would call Pete, Pete is the most respected guy in school. The jocks would back off.
Spencer's P.O.V.
"PETE!!" I screamed as Andrew kicked me again. He put his foot down on my throat so I couldn't breathe "Shut the fuck up, you useless faggot!" he growled.
[**]Someone cleared their throat; "Would you mind telling me why you're trying to murder my friends?" the person said politely. Pete. Thank god for Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III.
The weight came off my throat and I gasped for air and sat up. Pete and Bob had Eric and Andrew shoved against the wall. Of course they wouldn't hurt them, that was something Pete wouldn't do. I didn't wait around to listen to what Bob and Pete were yelling to them, I just caught a glimpse of Pete, his pointer finger pressed against Andrew's chest and Bob who caught Eric (who tried to run away) by the waist and shoved him back against the wall before I got up and scrambled into our room, followed by Jon.
"Spence, are you okay?" Jon asked looking concerned. I bit my lip, "Yes." I lied. In all truth, my jaw hurt and I'm pretty sure I can feel blood running from above my eye.
"No you're not. You're bleeding. Let me help?"
I nodded. I grabbed his hand as we walked into the bathroom. I sat down on the edge of the counter and watched him pull out cotton balls and rubbing alcohol. Jon sighed and bit his lip "Um, this might hurt.." he said referring to the alcohol.
I gave him a look, "Jon, I'm not five. Go." he pressed the cotton to the cut above my eye and I pulled away almost falling into the sink "god damn fucking bitch fuck bastard!" I screeched. He pressed it to my eye again with a laugh, I winced.
"Yeah, not five." he said in a mocking tone. I glared at him, what am I supposed to say? It fucking hurt!
I shoved at him muttering a shut up.
"Jon?"
He looked up at me "Huh?"
I took another thought at what I wanted to say and chickened out "Uhm. Never mind.." I looked down. He tilted my chin up so I had to look at him. He smiled encouragingly.
"What were ya gonna say, Spencer?" well now I just HAVE to tell him; he was looking down at me with sparkling brown irises that are threatening to melt my insides. I forgot all about what happened with Andrew and 'Chedz' (it was what was making me nervous about telling Jon) and took his hands in mine.
"Jon, I love you. I love you so fucking much and I want you to be mine; all mine and no one else's.. will you?" I was quite happy with myself when I didn't blush or stutter or pause; I was also quite happy when Jon's face lit up and he kissed me slowly, but I could tell it was with every bit of passion in his body. I kissed back and deepened the kiss; our tongues were soon in an intricate war battling for dominance. He broke the kiss and leaned into my ear and whispered,
"Hello, my name is Jon Walker, property of Spencer Smith.."
I smiled and I could feel him smile against my cheek. "I love you." I stated.
"And I love you." he replied before attacking my neck with kisses and love bites.
*Okay so I guess the next chapter will be smut.. With these two ^ what do you think, Should I?
*
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