The opening chords of the song sounded out across the arena; Jon picked up the bass line as Spencer’s drums kick in.  Jon turned and glanced at Spencer; his head bowed, hair falling into his closed eyes, lost in the rhythm.  Jon plucked a string extra hard so it sounded loud over the speakers, Spencer looked up from his kit he flicked his hair out of his eyes and smiled at Jon.  Spencer watched as Jon walked over to where Brendon was singing and pressed bodily up against his back, Brendon’s ass muting the sounds of Jon’s strings.  Spencer’s mouth dropped open; he missed a beat… the exact reaction Jon had hoped for.

They played out the set; it turned out to be one of their best shows.  The crowd’s energy was amazing and the band was on.  When they came off stage they had to go straight into an interview; sweaty and turned on Jon and Spencer squeezed onto one small seat as Brendon and Ryan took the other.

“Spencer…” The interviewer cleared her throat, snapping Spencer out of his daydream.  “You’ve been very quiet, anything to add?”

Spencer thought for a second; Brendon and Ryan had covered most of the album talk, Jon giving his two cents where needed, there really wasn’t anything Spencer could add without being repetitive; he shook his head slightly.

“Spencer’s shy, he’s the quiet type.”  Jon added smiling in Spencer’s direction and taking the interviewers attention away from him.

“You know what they say, it’s the quiet types you have to worry about; right Jon?”  He winked at Jon, who smirked back; their shared joke going almost unnoticed.  Ryan rolled his eyes at them as the interviewer finished up.

Once they were back in the dressing room Spencer began pacing; walking the length of the room and back, Jon eyed his every step.  Jon coughed, catching Spencer’s attention.  He slid down further into the sofa he was sitting on and spread his knees wide.  Spencer could see Jon was hard, the line of his erection obvious in his jeans.

“Ryan, take Brendon out for coffee.”  Spencer said, not taking his eyes off Jon.

“I’m busy Spence.”  Ryan didn’t look up from his notepad or he would have seen Spencer’s lust filled eyes.

“Now Ry!”  Spencer barked at him.  One look in Spencer’s direction told Ryan that coffee sounded like the best idea on the planet right about now.  He grabbed Brendon’s hand and hauled him out of the small dressing room; Brendon muttering complaints about inappropriate behavior in a public forum as he left.

Spencer and Jon stared at each other in silence for a few seconds before Spencer smiled at Jon; his whole face lit up and Jon had to try really hard not to come there and then.  Jon crossed the room, shucking out of his sweaty t-shirt and jeans as he moved.  By the time he reached Spencer he was only in his boxers, his cock straining against the material.

Jon didn’t touch Spencer; instead he leaned in close and muttered breathlessly.  “Fuck me Spence.”

Spencer groaned.  Normally quiet and shy, the submissive bottom in the relationship, Spencer was usually the one muttering similar words; but sometimes, just sometimes Jon begged to be fucked.

Spencer stepped forward and kissed Jon hungrily, devouring his mouth.  He walked backwards, guiding Jon with him.  Spencer felt his back hit the wall and stepped sideward; spinning round he pushed Jon against the wall.  Jon sucked in breath as his flushed warm skin touched the cold brick wall.  Spencer sucked on his shoulder and thrust his jean clad erection into Jon’s ass.  He quickly unzipped his pants and pushed them down, stepping out of them and kicking them aside.  Spencer pulled down Jon’s boxers and slipped his leg between Jon’s legs, parting them.

He rubbed against Jon’s naked ass, earning a loud groan from Jon.  Spencer stepped out of his own boxers and placed his hand on Jon’s hip steadying him.  He braced his other hand against the wall.  He lined up his cock and pushed forward.  Jon moved forward too, pressing himself against the wall he squeaked,

“Spence… lube!”

Spencer stepped back and looked quickly around.  “Can’t find the lube.”  He panted out.  Jon’s head fell forward to rest against the cold wall, he needed Spencer now, and he wouldn’t wait.

Spencer reached his hand round and slid his fingers into Jon’s mouth.  Jon sucked on them, coating them in spit.  Spencer eased the two fingers into Jon, scissoring them briefly and licking Jon’s spine as he did so.  Jon twisted against the invasion until Spencer angled his fingers to brush Jon’s prostate; pleasure shot up Jon’s spine and his knees buckled.  Spencer held him up, his free hand firm against Jon’s waist.  Spencer pushed him firmly into the wall to keep him upright.

Spencer withdrew his fingers and spat in his own hand, he worked his hand up the length of his cock, coating it in spit.  He gripped Jon’s hip again, steadying him and shoved his hips forward.  Jon cried out and Spencer reached around to wrap a hand around Jon’s cock, squeezing to placate him and keep him quiet.  He thrust forward until he was fully inside Jon and stopped, briefly allowing Jon to become accustomed to the feeling.  With one last squeeze of Jon’s dick Spencer began to thrust in earnest; he snapped is hips forward in tiny movements.  Jon’s grunts filled the room, the sound of skin on skin slippery and wet.  Spencer gripped Jon’s other hipbone and forced Jon to move with him.  Jon braced himself against the wall to keep from being slammed face first into the bricks; he let his head fall back onto Spencer’s shoulder.

Spencer nuzzled his cheek into Jon’s hair, the sweat clinging to both their faces making Jon’s hair stand on end.  Spencer’s breathing hitched, coming out in little “Ah, ah, ahs”; he was close.  Spencer thrust harder, slamming into Jon, lifting Jon’s feet off the floor.  Jon matched his pace best he could, clenching his muscles around Spencer.  Jon thrust forward too, rubbing his dick against the stone; it hurt, but he needed the friction.

Spencer dug his finger nails into Jon’s hips and pounded into him one last time; hips pressed forward to keep him buried in Jon’s body as he came.  Spencer leaned all his weight against Jon’s back and didn’t pull out.  Jon continued to hump the wall to bring himself off.  He could feel Spencer’s come dribbling down his thighs and Spencer’s sweat mingling with his own.  He came, his come covering the wall in front of him.  Jon’s legs collapsed from under him in the aftermath of his orgasm; Spencer and Jon fell to the floor hard, a tangle of legs.  Spencer pushed Jon off him, finally pulling out of Jon’s body.

Spencer lay back on the dirty carpet as Jon caught his breath.

“I love you like this; tell me again why we don’t do this more often?”  Jon asked.

Spencer lifted his head slightly, “because I like being fucked and you’re not normally such a goddamn cock tease.”

Spencer crawled forward and placed a kiss at the bottom of Jon’s spine; he trailed his fingers through the drying come on Jon’s legs and pushed himself to his feet.  He threw Jon’s jeans at him.

“I’m hungry; we should go find Brendon and Ryan.”  Spencer said, pulling on his own slightly sweaty jeans.

“I need to clean up…”

Spencer interrupted Jon, kneeling next to him on the stained carpet.  “No Jon.  I want you to feel me on you for the rest of the day.”  He trailed his finger through the come again and drew a little heart on Jon’s ass.