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If anyone has an idea for the chapter title let me know, yeah?

Summer is finally here! Yay! No school, no homework. I should have more time to write now.. Well, until I have to start my summer job.. Camp counselor; whoo, yay for me(sarcasm)! I get to deal with bratty little kids trying to ride horses and failing epically! Great summer, eh? But it'll only be every other week, weekends off. So I'll write as much as possible :D

~~!~~Slight time lapse from last chapter, the day after Spence and Jon got together~~!~~

Spencer's P.O.V.

Those chocolate eyes are maddening. Fucking devastating. Crazy with hate and anger; hate and anger towards me. Not that I blame Jon or anything, it's my fault he's mad with me. Why did I do it? Oh, right, because it's an old habit and its.. Well, its Brendon. That kid has been mine, I have been his, since what, the fifth grade? That sounds about right; and now we are in eleventh grade, so its been about seven years of belonging to each other, loving each other.

I remember back in grade school when this all started with Brendon;

"Spencer! H-help me!" he shrieked, I quickly turned around to see where my best friend's screams were coming from. It took a few seconds on frantically scanning the playground before I spotted Brendon up against a wall, eyes squeezed shut. He had a bloody nose and a split lip. I ran over to him, shoving away one of the older boys that tried to hold me back.

I, a small and scrawny little fifth grader, was now face-to-face with another big sixth grader. He had grabbed me by the arm when I tried to get past him to Brendon. I winced at the pressure of his hand around my arm and he chuckled.

"What do you think you're doing Smith?" he said with an evil smirk on his ugly face. I wasn't about to play his demented little game so I brought my knee up to connect with his gut. Hard. He lurched forward, letting go of me and a pained groan escaped his lips. I darted over to Brendon when I heard the empty threat of 'You're gonna pay for that later!' and watching them run off.

I sat down next to Brendon a look of pure concern on my face. "Bren.. Are you okay?" Pfft, what a dumb question, of course he isn't okay! He's sitting on the ground bleeding and crying for god's sake!

Brendon shook his head and leaned against my shoulder "N-no.. they kicked me and punched me. C-called me a stupid f-fag." he sobbed. I didn't say anything, just wrapped him up into a hug and let his tears soak my shirt until recess was over. Then we skipped, I walked him home and stayed with him to make sure he was okay. He was so upset, cried so hard he made himself throw up and get a headach.

It had taken me a while to calm him down but when he did we were sitting in the middle of his room on the floor, just staring at the dark blue carpet. I looked up at him to find him staring at me. I blinked at him and he leaned towards me. The only words heard in the room were him whispering "I love you Spence.."

After that day, we belonged to each other. I was his guardian, he was my comfort zone. He was property of Spencer Smith, I was property of Brendon Urie. Then in the eighth grade, we were lovers. I know, it's weird because we both now have boyfriends that arnt each other but that doesn't mean we don't still love each other. Because we definatly do.

And that's why Jon is mad at me.

Don't get me wrong, I LOVE Jon, I truly do. More then life itself, more then my parents, more then my friends, more then Brendon. But it's like Brendon and I can't quit each other.. And Jon kinda walked in on us kissing. Not like a kiss on the cheek or even a peck on the lips; when I say 'kissing' I mean a full blown game of tonsil hockey.

And it devastated him.

"Spencer, I thought you loved me? You said you did, why did you lie?" Jon said, he was trying to remain calk but I could see anger and pain through his watery eyes.

"I.. I didn't lie. I /do /love you! More then anything in the entire world.." I was hoping the words would come out sounding sincere and strong but they came out all shaky and fake sounding; but they weren't fake.

Jon sighed and looked as if he was going to break down "Then what the fuck was that?!" he half-yelled. "It certainly wasn't just the friendly kisses Frank gives. No, that was a makeout session with passion and love. Something that should be reserved for me. Something I have reserved for you.." he looked down and his voice was barely above a whisper "Do..do you.. L-love Brendon?"

Now it was my turn to sigh and look down, I knew this was coming, and I knew I had to explain. "I'll be all honest. I don't want to hurt you even more with lies.." he looked up to see him nod before continuing "I do love him. I have loved him since fifth grade.. We have been -erm- l-lovers since eighth grade.. I still love him. He still loves me. But I love you more and he loves Ryan more. I had really been trying to stop loving him so I wouldn't hurt you -so he wouldn't hurt Ryan- but it's like quitting cold turkey! I didn't mean to do this, I really didn't..." we were both crying now.

"P-please try to stop.. What ever you have with Brendon. I don't care how long it takes as long as you love me more. As long as you know we will last. I'm not mad anymore.. I can try to understand."

I sniffed and nodded. How great is he? "I know we will last. Forever and ever, babe." I said, wipping away his tears with my thumb. He smiled a weak smile at me and kissed my lips very lightly. That tiny little gesture, that little kiss, made something inside of me light up. He pulled back with a smile.

"Do you love me?" I asked.

[//]"Yes. I love you. I want to be with you. I want to hold you. I want to feel you. I want to kiss you. I want to feel your breath on my skin. I want to feel you all around me. I want you to love me. I want you. I want all of you."

And that was all I needed to hear before and smashed his lips against Jon's. He brought his hands up, snaking one through my hair. He parted his mouth to let me into him. The kiss was passionate and deep but it had a gentleness to it. We pressed their bodies together, longing to be as close to one another as possible. We eventually made their way to a bed without disconnecting ourselves. I felt so good with Jon's weight on me. I could feel the other boy's hipbone on mine and the pressure of his erection on my lower stomach. Jon brought his hands down between us and undid my belt buckle. I broke away from my love's mouth and looked down and watched the elegant fingers working on the button and zipper of my pants. He opened my pants and slipped his hand around my cock. Jon moved in a rhythm and found my mouth with his own again. This time the kiss was deeper and hungrier.

I was moving with the other boy now, grinding himself into the pressure of his palm.

I then remembered Jon had his own little problem that need to be taken care of and I started undoing his pants. I unzipped them and pulled them down far enough to let his cock free. I stroked him and continued to grind against him. This excited Jon so much that he stopped kissing me to look down and watch my fist moving up and down his length. He pulled himself back and off of me. He positioned himself wit this face between my legs.

He wet his lips and lowered his mouth over my cock. His soft lips gave me the most wonderful sensation. Jon kept going but brought his eyes at an angle to make eye contact with me. His hand took care of what his mouth couldn't fit. I arched in a rhythm to Jon's touch. It was all I could do not to come right then.

I brought my hand down to stop the older boy who was still swallowing his cock with zeal. I could barely speak but was still able to convey what I wanted to do. There was shuffling about but within just a few seconds Jon was sitting on the bed and I was on my knees on the ground in front of him. I took his cock into my mouth. I was somehow able to relax my throat and was able to bring my lips all the way down Jon's shaft to wrap around his base. On the upward motion I rippled my tongue along the underside of his cock impressively and rimmed the head of it with my tongue on the upstroke. Jon bucked his hips, sending them upward and his head tipped back as he let out a groan. This did nothing but excite me even more, I took him in fully again. At the same time I palmed myself with one hand and brought the other one up to the spasming muscles of my lover's stomach.

Somehow trough the moans, Jon was able to speak. "Spencer, I need it. I need to be in you." I didn't question it. I simply climbed on top of Jon, straddling him. I grabbed his cock from back behind me and positioned it at my entrance. It was a combination of the saliva on Jon's cock and the fact that I had done this too many times before that made the initial penetration smooth and painless. So there we were, Jon in a sitting position on the bed with me straddling him and riding him face to face. We were connected at the hip and at the mouth. My hands were in Jon's hair, pulling him closer so we could kiss deeper. Jon's hands had wandered down to my ass. He was holding it and guiding me up and down. He met every downward push of mine with and upward thrust of his own. The moans that escaped each of our lips melted into each other. I squirmed a bit and Jon hit my prostate. I sped up my movements and moaned louder. Jon took one of his hands off of my ass and started stroking my cock. After just a few strokes I came all over Jon's hand and stomach. I did my best to keep riding him through the orgasm. Jon came and in a mess of cum and sweat and tears and kisses; we just sat there holding each other, Jon not pulling out. I held my love's face in both of my hands, "I love you," I said in a breathy voice. "I love you too," Jon whispered. And in that we kissed each other again and didn't let go until we fell asleep.


Eh, what did ya think? I'm not good with writing smut so sorry if it sucked :/