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redorchidsApparently, writing Jon/Spencer porn is the cure for writer's block. Remember this, people. And practice this method as often as possible. Today's achievement: 5k words of Jon/Spencer porn for the CSI backstory. And they didn't didn't even have sex yet. Technically.
They end up on the couch again. Except this time, Spencer obviously has a plan, tailor made to make Jon lose his fucking mind. It starts with a slow build-up, just a hand on Jon's knee, rubbing slow circles into the fabric of his pants as they watch the game.
The channel cuts to commercial, and Spencer tightens his grip, leans in. Jon meets him half-way, practically crashing into the kiss. And it's so fucking good. It's Spencer's hand back in his hair and the low groan he makes at the back of his throat and a month of memory and fantasy kicking up the heat. Jon feels like they've barely made it through a first kiss when Spencer pulls away and pushes him back against the the couch.
“Game's back on.”
They end up on the couch again. Except this time, Spencer obviously has a plan, tailor made to make Jon lose his fucking mind. It starts with a slow build-up, just a hand on Jon's knee, rubbing slow circles into the fabric of his pants as they watch the game.
The channel cuts to commercial, and Spencer tightens his grip, leans in. Jon meets him half-way, practically crashing into the kiss. And it's so fucking good. It's Spencer's hand back in his hair and the low groan he makes at the back of his throat and a month of memory and fantasy kicking up the heat. Jon feels like they've barely made it through a first kiss when Spencer pulls away and pushes him back against the the couch.
“Game's back on.”
