livejournal fics//joncer

Part Three

*

Dinner is sloppy joes, not one of Spencer's favorites, but he takes some and takes his usual place at the table. He doesn't blush when Jon sits down across from him, feet knocking into his own. Glancing up quickly, he catches Jon's smile and looks away.

Brendon and Frank are discussing, in serious tones, the effects of Obi Wan and Padawan training. Mikey throws in his opinion from time to time, but he's more interested in the looks Pete is giving him from down the table. Patrick is talking to Pete, ignoring the way Pete is only half paying attention.

Alex and Gabe are arguing down the table, or at least, Alex is mad, Gabe is just grinning.

"I needed payment of some kind."

"Almost drowning a kid isn't payment!"

Gabe grins. "You saved him. That was payment. Next time bring your own."

Spencer's not sure he wants to know what they're talking about when Alex flushes and stops arguing. Looking away, he finds Jon watching him, smiling as he catches his eye.

Spencer isn't sure what anything means, but he likes that Jon is smiling at him, and he smiles back, looking away quickly. He doesn't want anything to be too obvious. He's not sure he succeeds, though, when Gabe leers at Jon and Jon rolls his eyes.

Poking at his food uninterestedly, Spencer lets his mind wander to the other night. Getting out of the lake had been a chore and they'd both come out soaking wet, his boxers stuck to his legs as he flung himself on warm, dry land.

Jon hadn't seemed so perturbed, simply walking out and tossing the canoe back with the others. He and Spencer had walked back to the cabin, dripping a trail of water the whole way.

Jon had only stopped him at the door to the cabin, pausing to listen for sounds of anyone, and when he didn't hear anything, stepped up closer to Spencer.

"Goodnight, Spencer," he'd whispered, leaning forward and kissing Spencer slowly. Spencer's eyes had drifted shut as he let himself fall into Jon's kiss, only opening them when Jon pulled away, heading inside with a quick smile.

Thinking back, Spencer smiles to himself, staring down unseeingly at his plate. He almost doesn't notice the clatter as Pete rises from the table and heads to the front of the room.

"Attention!" he calls and it takes a minute for the noise to quiet down and everyone's attention to drift to Pete. He really isn't very tall, but he bounces up excitedly and Spencer thinks that this cannot be good. "After dinner, we have a special activity planned! So be sure to stick around."

He grins at them and bounds back to his seat as the murmurs starts again. Patrick leans over to ask him something but Pete just grins and shakes his head, sitting back comfortably in his spot.

*

The surprise, it turns out, is a game of hide and seek to be played after dark. Hide and seek is all well and good as long as it's in the daylight, Spencer thinks. Night is a completely different story.

Pete breaks the camp into two groups; the older kids and the younger. Each will have a half of the campground to use. The younger kids have to hide in cabins, not individually because the risk of losing them is much higher than the older kids. The older cabins are allowed to hide in groups of two, but no less. Safety is always a priority in the middle of the woods, even with Pete Wentz as camp director.

They start out on the big field in the middle of camp, and Gabe's cabin is It. Pete gives them a three minute time limit to find somewhere to hide, and of course there are limits on where they can hide. Nowhere in the woods and nowhere past the lake. As soon as the whistle blows, they're off running.

Spencer hesitates. Frank grabs Mikey and Brendon, and takes off in the opposite direction. Spencer turns to Jon, and Jon gestures, running off towards the cabins.

Spencer follows ducking under tree branches and managing not to stumble over anything unseen in the dusky twilight.

"Come on," Jon calls softly, pausing to wait for Spencer to catch up before he grabs his arm and pulls him down a path Spencer has never used before.

"Where are we going?" he asks breathlessly when Jon slows down and Spencer can make out the outline of one of the cabins.

"Down here," Jon says, dropping to his knees, and Spencer stares as he crawls into a space just tall enough for someone to kneel underneath the cabin.

"Under there?" he asks incredulously. God only knows what kind of insects are under there.

Jon just scoffs, grinning up at Spencer. "Relax. I'll protect you from the bugs. Besides, there are none here. We cleaned out under the cabins before you guys came."

Spencer still isn't sure but he hears Pete's whistle again signaling the official start and drops to his knees, scrambling underneath with Jon.

It really isn't so bad once he gets under. The space is dark and a little warm, but Spencer scoots in closer, feeling Jon pressed against him. He hears Jon click off the flashlight and they listen.

There are shouts around them, but no one comes close to the cabin.

"Jon," he whispers once the voices die out and he can't hear any feet. "Why are we under a cabin?"

He can hear more than see Jon's grin, and he turns so that he's facing Jon. He feels the flashlight lying between them, cold metal against his stomach. He hears Jon inch closer, jeans scraping in the dirt. Spencer hates to think what his clothes are going to look like once he gets out of here. He stills when Jon's hand reaches up, feeling lightly as he touches his jaw and he scoots closer again, more on top of Spencer now.

"We're playing hide and seek," he whispers back, and Spencer thinks he really likes this game when Jon leans in kissing him deeply.

"Oh," Spencer breathes when Jon pulls away. "Okay."

Jon smiles against Spencer's lips, kissing him softly.

Spencer doesn't stop Jon as he kisses him harder, longer. Jon's hand sweeps into his hair and Spencer is pushed onto his back. He tries not to think about what's hanging above him on the floorboards of the cabin. Instead, he focuses on Jon, how he tastes kind of like coffee and the chocolate kisses that Brendon had gotten in a care package the day before.

Jon's tongue sweeps across Spencer's lower lip and he presses forward. Their noses bump together, but Spencer doesn't care, nipping at Jon's lips. He still can't believe this is actually happening and he's almost afraid to ask what it is. He doesn't want to ruin anything.

He's breathing hard when Jon pulls away, pressing kisses down his jaw, tongue licking just behind his ear, the place where Spencer shudders and reaches for Jon's shirt, fingers curling into the worn fabric. He closes his eyes against Jon's tongue, his teeth now scraping over that spot that makes his toes curl.

"Fuck," he whispers and Jon doesn't even shush him. They're still playing after all.

Spencer tenses when he hears footsteps approaching where they're hidden. Jon hears it too, and looks up, pulling away from Spencer's neck just as a face appears below the edge of the cabin.

"Shit," Spencer breathes, trying to pull away from where Jon is practically lying on top of him, but the face grins and Spencer recognizes Gabe.

Gabe straightens back up and all Spencer can see is his flashlight on the ground.

"No one here! Bill, Sisky, let's go look over by the lake." Then the feet crunch away and Spencer lets out breath.

"That was close," he says, looking back at Jon, whose head turns back. Spencer can't see his expression in the dark.

"Ashamed of me?" Jon asks finally, and Spencer is relieved to hear his playful tone.

"I just don't want everybody to know," he replies, licking his lips and leaning up as Jon leans down, lips brushing against Spencer's jaw as he speaks.

"What's to know?" Jon asks, kissing Spencer softly, and Spencer smiles against his lips.

*

Spencer listens to Mikey sneak out and Brendon snuffle in his sleep, something about, Ryan, yeah, there, yeah, before Spencer tunes him out. He doesn't need to hear that.

Turning over in his bunk, he stares at the dark wall, listening to Jon's light breathing across the way. He's not sure what's happening with Jon but he likes it. They're into week four at camp, so there are only two left, and Spencer doesn't know how it went by so fast. It has been a blur of capsized canoes and ugly candles, but somehow it's nearly over.

But there are still two weeks and a lot can happen in two weeks, Spencer has learned. As he listens to Jon, he smiles to himself, burrowing into a pillow. Yes, a lot can happen.

*

Spencer ducks as a splash of water comes at him, laughing at Brendon who flounders in the water when Frank jumps on him from off the floating dock. Spencer swings his legs, dipping his ankles in the water and listening as Alex yells at them from the shore.

Grinning, Brendon swims over to the dock, pulling himself up crawling over to where Spencer is sitting.

"I love camp," he declares, kicking water at Frank, who sticks out his tongue and leaves, swimming back to the shore where Mikey is sitting on a towel, a book in his hands.

"Yeah," Spencer agrees after a minute, glancing over to where Jon is talking with Tom, Alex joining in occasionally but mainly watching the swimmers.

"I wish Ryan was here, though." Brendon sighs, leaning into Spencer's shoulder.

"You'll see him when we get home," Spencer says, pushing him a little, a comforting nudge.

"Yeah," Brendon agrees slowly. "But then we won't see anybody here."

The worst part of camp, Spencer thinks, is leaving everyone behind. It's especially bad this year, knowing he'll never be coming back.

"We've still got two weeks," Spencer says, shrugging. "It's a long time."

"Sort of," Brendon mumbles, and Spencer has to agree as he turns and watches Jon on the shore.

*

"I hate soccer," Spencer declares as he bursts through the door to the cabin.

"I hate running," Mikey adds, flopping on his bed, all sticky and sweaty although admittedly, he hadn't done much running.

"I hate sports," Brendon concludes, third through the door and already rummaging in his bag for a towel.

"Why can't we play field hockey?" Frank asks and all three groan.

"No!" they cry together and Frank sighs.

"At least then I'd get to hit people," he mutters, grabbing a towel from his bunk. "I'm gonna shower."

"Yeah," Brendon agrees, and Spencer just lies there, too exhausted to actually get up and move anywhere, even to get clean. "You coming, Spence?"

"In a minute," Spencer says, waving his arm vaguely. Just one more thing he hates about camp: sports.

Mikey hauls himself up shortly after Frank and Brendon leave, racing each other to the showers. Spencer's fairly sure he hasn't gone to shower, but he doesn't really care if it means he's alone for at least ten or fifteen minutes.

Not ten seconds after they all leave, Spencer hears footsteps on the stairs and groans slightly, disappointed to lose his alone time. He's not too upset, though, when Jon pokes his head inside.

"Where'd everybody go?" he asks. He'd been late coming to meet them from sports, and he'd only hoped they hadn't killed anyone.

Spencer waves his hand. "Showers."

Jon pauses before rounding the bunk, letting the cabin door shut behind him. "And you didn't want to go?" His smile widens as Spencer turns to look at him. Jon drops down, squatting next to Spencer's bunk. "You're a dirty boy."

Spencer tries not to laugh but it doesn't work as Jon grins and climbs onto the bed with him, straddling his lap. Spencer is laughing and doesn't realize until it's too late that Jon's smile has softened and he's hovering over him.

"Are you?" Jon asks, and Spencer swallows.

"I don't know," he replies, watching Jon dip in for a careful kiss. His eyes close as Jon kisses him softly, hand slipping down his shirt.

"Mm, you're sweaty," Jon murmurs into his mouth as his hand slides under Spencer's shirt, rough fingers brushing against his skin. Spencer shivers and Jon looks amused, eyes sliding down to where his hand drifts. "You like that?"

Spencer nods slowly, biting his lip when Jon pulls away to glance down.

"Spencer," he asks after a second. "Have you ever, um."

Spencer hesitates, knowing what Jon is asking. Reaching down, he pulls Jon's face back to his, kissing him slowly, tongue dipping into Jon's mouth as he pushes his hips up a little.

"Yeah," he whispers finally, letting slip a small gasp when Jon's hand glides lower, fiddling with the waist of his gym shorts. His fingers twist the tie slowly, twining it taut and then dropping it in favor of sliding his thumb under the waistband. "Once or twice."

"Or twice?" Jon asks, the mood lightening again as he smiles. "You're not sure?"

"Well," Spencer allows, shifting into Jon's grip. "I'm not sure the back of a car counts, ya know?"

"You are dirty," Jon murmurs, kissing Spencer again, sucking on Spencer's lip as his hand pushes under the shorts.

"Hurry," Spencer breathes, hand gripping Jon's side. "They won't be gone long."

Jon isn't entirely sure they should be doing this, but Spencer isn't stopping him. Besides, he's been eyeing Spencer for the last two and a half weeks, and he's got him underneath him, body arching up into his hand the moment it wraps around Spencer's half-hard cock.

"Yeah," Spencer breathes, biting his lip and pushing his hips up into Jon's grip. He almost can't believe this is happening, but he's not going to stop something he's wanted since he knew what sex was and he met Jon.

Jon's hands are rough and Spencer groans as they stroke down, slow and steady.

"Faster," he grunts, tugging Jon up to kiss him hard. It's not quiet as finessed as Jon's used to, but there's something in it that Jon rarely has with anyone else. It's a sort of desperate passion, a little too much teeth and sloppy tongues, but he knows that Spencer wants it, and that makes him want Spencer even more.

Increasing his speed, he jerks off Spencer quickly, not really caring for the technique. They have to be quick about this since the others could come back at any moment, not to mention it's broad daylight outside.

"J-Jon," Spencer gasps, eyes shut tightly and head thrown back as Jon pumps faster. Jon can only hear Spencer's pants in the silent cabin, feel the way he clutches at his shirt, fingers digging into his sides.

"Yeah, come on, Spence," Jon murmurs, leaning up to bite at Spencer's collar bone, still covered by his tee shirt, but Spencer groans and arches up.

The bunk is sort of cramped with the bed above, but Jon maneuvers himself in, hand working hard down Spencer's pants and his mouth pressed to Spencer's jaw, muttering things into it that Spencer can't really hear.

"Jon, I-I," Spencer tries to say, but his hips jerk and he comes before he can properly warn him. Jon just keeps going, though, pulling on his prick, slowing his pace until Spencer's mouth falls open and he pants for breath, cock twitching in Jon's grip.

Pulling his hand out, Jon smiles at him. "Maybe you should take that shower now."

"Yeah, maybe," Spencer replies with a shy smile, meeting Jon's lips for a kiss and thinking he'll go in a minute.

*

"Need a refill?"

Jon doesn't even need to look over to know who it is as he sits on the hill overlooking the canoes. Spencer has opted to go with Mikey today, a safer choice since Brendon and Frank have already tipped over twice in the past half an hour.

Gabe plunks down next to Jon, also looking out over the lake. William and Sisky are sitting the middle. William looks as though he's pulling apart flowers and has a book he's reading from while Sisky struggles to paddle anywhere. They mostly go in circles.

"No," he replies finally, not looking over and remaining relaxed with his hands behind his head. It's a nice day out and it's not as hot as it has been lately.

Gabe looks taken aback. "Shit, man, I thought you were getting on that?"

Rolling his eyes, Jon sighs. "Not everyone fucks after the first kiss."

Gabe sits back, miffed. "Better be careful or he's gonna get attached if you do it that way."

Jon frowns and finally looks over. "And William isn't attached?"

Gabe glances over to where William is now reading out loud from his book while Sisky sits, frustrated, in the middle of the canoe, and he shrugs.

"It's just a summer thing," he says as though that explains everything. "But Smith's got it bad."

Jon only frowns slightly. "I like Spencer."

"Well, good!" Gabe pats his shoulder and sits back. "Just let me know when you need more. Dunno how you can restrain yourself with his body. Fuck!"

Jon just sighs and stares up at the clouds floating across the sky.

*

Camp is much better, Spencer thinks, when there's someone to mess around with. Not that Spencer is just messing around with Jon. He likes Jon a lot, has for five years, and Jon finally feels the same way, or close to it. Spencer's not so delusional as to think that Jon feels exactly the same as he does. Spencer has had five years to develop a ridiculous crush on Jon and obsess over everything he did. Jon barely noticed Spencer as more than a kid who always hung out with Ryan and Brendon.

Spencer just likes that Jon gives him more smiles now, brushes up against them as they walk to the dining hall or back to the cabin. He likes that Jon is more likely to meet them after activities whereas before he would be late or just meet them back at the cabin. Jon sticks around to watch them play sports. Spencer is actually improving at archery. He can almost hit the target on his own now, and not a single squirrel has lost its life in the past three weeks.

When they're alone, Jon gives him small, soft kisses. He lets Spencer crawl into his bunk really late at night after Mikey has snuck out and Frank and Brendon are in their log-like sleeps. They don't usually talk, Jon just lets Spencer snuggle in for an hour or two until Spencer has to go back to his own bed.

No one knows yet, and Spencer isn't sure he wants anyone to. He sort of wants to keep Jon to himself for as long as possible considering camp will be ending soon and Jon will go back to Chicago while Spencer will head off for college in Arizona.

He's trying not to think about it, though, focusing on the time he does get with Jon and trying to make the most of it.

He likes when Jon pulls him away from the campfire early on the pretense of the Buddy System. They go to the "bathroom" for a while. Hardly anyone notices, always too enraptured with whatever skit Pete or the younger cabins have put together for that night.

"I like this," Spencer murmurs against Jon's jaw as Jon crowds him against a large tree trunk.

"Like what?" Jon murmurs back, hand slipping under Spencer's shirt and loving the way he shivers every time. He nudges Spencer's head back with his nose, tongue flicking out to trace the lines of his neck, teeth scraping up to his ear, nipping that spot that makes Spencer weak at the knees, clutching at Jon as he whimpers softly.

"You," he replies finally, hand slipping to Jon's hair, gripping the strands as Jon sucks the spot behind his ear. His eyes slide shut and he lets out a low breath.

"Know what I like?" Jon asks, knee nudging Spencer's legs apart and sliding in between.

"Hmm?" Spencer asks lightly, sighing contently and sucking in a breath as Jon's hand glides across his stomach.

"S'mores," Jon says finally, and Spencer laughs, pushing at his shoulders, but Jon doesn't go far, swooping back in for a kiss that leaves Spencer reeling. "And this."

"We should get back," Spencer mumbles into Jon's mouth, but it's half-hearted and he doesn't try to pull away.

"In a minute," Jon says, and Spencer nods into the kiss.

*

The end is coming, and Spencer can feel the slight change in everyone. Everything sort of slows down and speeds up all at the same time. Spencer goes to arts and crafts, watches Frank grins stupidly up at Gerard and the way Gerard smiles back sometimes, paint-smudged fingers brushing across Frank's arm. He goes swimming in the water that is finally warming up now that it's August, lets Brendon tip over their canoe for the last time (or so he says. He's not so sure when Brendon does it again the next day).

The only good thing about the last week of camp is the camping trip the senior campers get to take.

It's a two day, overnight, excursion into the woods where they sleep on the ground and make fires and usually someone gets lost.

It happens three days before the end of camp, and Spencer stuffs his duffle bag full of clothes, listening to Brendon singing Disney songs at the top of his voice. Jon joins in as they all pack while Frank claps his hands over his ears and howls for them to sing anything else. Mikey has his ipod in and ignores them all.

At the field, Pete stands up to give The Talk. No leaving the group alone, no petting wild animals, no swimming alone, always listen to the counselor, if you do get lost, stay where you are, don't wander around.

Spencer knows all this. He's been going to camp forever and the majority of it is common sense.

"Okay," Pete says when he's done will all the rules. "There's just one more thing before you go."

The entire group groans and someone (Gabe most likely) shouts, "Fuck the rules!" and Pete ignores it.

"Remember that no matter what... have fun." He grins at the cheer he gets and all the cabins – there are three total – turn and head off for the woods.

Jon's cabin follows Gabe's cabin with Keltie in the rear. Someone starts a song as they go, and soon everyone is singing loudly around them. Spencer remains stubbornly silent, hitching up his bag and falling into step beside Jon.

"You're not singing," Jon mutters quietly, nudging him gently and smiling when Spencer scowls.

"I don't like singing." He knows Jon is just goading him when he smiles and their arms brush together.

The camping spot isn't really in the woods. They take the path that leads them into the woods, but it isn't long before the lake reappears and they follow along the path until they've reached the entire other side of the lake.

The trees are tall here and block the opposite shore. Gabe's group continues on a little, Gabe's voice echoing down the path singing The Princess Pat.

Keltie's cabin diverts a little from the path, heading deeper into the woods, and Spencer can see them through the trees as they pick a spot to camp.

Behind him, Jon drops his bag and looks around.

"This looks good," he says, and Brendon bounces up to him.

"Jon, can we go swimming?" he asks excitedly, grabbing Jon's arm and peering towards the lake.

"Maybe in a little while," Jon says, turning to where Frank is setting up near the base of a tree and Mikey is scrolling through his ipod. Jon catches Spencer's eye and smiles.

Even after three weeks, Spencer's stomach still jumps when Jon looks at him. He's not exactly sure what's going to happen when he has to leave in three days but he really doesn't want to think about it when Brendon jumps on his back and demands a piggy back ride.

Jon laughs at them both as Spencer stumbles around, finally falling with a loud thump to the hard ground. Brendon is laughing as Spencer struggles to untangle themselves, finally pulling away from Brendon with some effort and collapsing on the ground.

"God, Bren, you got fat this summer," he says and Brendon's mouth falls open in mock-shock.

"I am not fat!" he cries, jumping on Spencer's again, fingers digging into his sides until Spencer is crying from laughter and trying to push him away.

"No, stop!" he yells through his laughter. "Jon, help me!"

"Not on your life!" Jon shouts from over by the tree where Frank has commandeered Mikey's iPod.

Finally, Spencer manages to shove Brendon away, gasping for air as he sits up. His cheeks are red, and he catches Jon staring and consequently blushes again, ducking his head as Brendon looks at him strangely.

"Your face is all red," he says and Spencer pushes at him, embarrassed.

"It's hot, asshole," he says, and Brendon grins at him. "Let's go swimming."

Brendon scrambles up, hurrying back to Jon. "Can we go swimming now, please?" He's giving his best begging eyes and Jon really can't say no when it's already afternoon and the sun is fairly high and they've just hiked all the way around the lake.

Behind him, Spencer crosses his arms and gives Jon a knowing smile when Jon sighs and pats Brendon's head.

"Okay, sure," he agrees, and Brendon jumps up excitedly, hurrying away to grab his suit and find somewhere to change. It's pretty open between trees, and the guys don't mind, but Keltie had made it perfectly clear that there was to be no open nudity around the girls.

So they hang up a towel or two over a few tree branches and create a mini-dressing room. The boys all change and Brendon is the first in the water, splashing around and egging Frank into a race to the rock and back.

Mikey doesn't ever actually get in, just dips his toes and then finds a rock to perch on, pulling out some book and reading.

Spencer gets up to his waist and stands in the water, looking around. Everything looks exactly the same as he always remembers it, but it hits him harder now as he stares across the sparkling water, listening to the finches cry behind him in the trees. Frank and Brendon are halfway to the rock but Brendon has been distracted by something in the water and he and Frank are now diving under to get it.

Feeling water sloshing on his skin, Spencer turns to find Jon approaching him, coming to a stop beside him and glancing out at the water. In the far distance, they can see some campers in canoes but they're barely specks on the water's surface.

"It feels like it shouldn't end, doesn't it?" Jon asks finally and Spencer glances down at the water. It's fairly clear considering it's a lake and he can see tiny fish swimming around his ankles.

"I don't want it to," he says after a minute, and he feels unexplainably sad as Jon steps closer, brushing against his arm. Mikey isn't watching and Frank and Brendon are too busy down the way to pay them any attention.

He hears Jon's sigh, but Jon doesn't speak as they stand there, watching Frank and Brendon splash happily in the water.

*

The campfire is possibly too big, but Brendon and Frank had piled it high with wood and lit it over an hour ago. They'd cooked hot dogs and Brendon had started off telling scary stories. Keltie's cabin has joined them and crowded in around the logs.

"That's not a scary story," Amanda scoffs and Cassadee looks as though she doesn't really want to hear another one. "I'll tell you a scary story."

As she begins, Brendon crowds into Frank, listening intently. Mikey yawns, glancing away towards where the camp is across the lake. Jon sits next to Spencer, his leg pressed up against him. It's been that way all evening but no one has noticed. There's not much room with both cabins crowded around the fire.

"Getting scared?" Jon asks, leaning over and breathing in Spencer's ear.

Spencer shivers at Jon's breath but inclines back into it anyway. "No."

"I can protect you," Jon offers, his hand sliding down Spencer's thigh, hidden in the shadows from the fire.

"Oh really?" Spencer asks, watching the rest of the circle carefully. Brendon and Frank are listening in raptly while Cassadee clings to Vicky, who's rolling her eyes but letting her.

"Totally," Jon replies seriously, leaning in, his nose pressing against Spencer's neck. His hand slides down further and Spencer bites his lip, looking around carefully, but no one is paying them any attention. "I'll be the big strong wilderness man."

Spencer almost scoffs but doesn't. Instead, he leans back against Jon, letting Jon's hand slip further up.

"Would you kill a bear for me?"

"I would take away Brendon's last gummy bear for you," Jon says, completely serious, but Spencer can feel the smile against his neck.

"Okay," Spencer says after a minute. "I'll let you protect me."

Jon smiles and pulls back, focusing on the story as Amanda ends and there are disgusted looks all around the circle.

"That's disgusting," Vicky says, gently prying Cassadee's fingers from her shirt.

"That's awesome!" Frank cries. "Tell another one!"

Keltie rolls her eyes fondly at Jon, who grins.

"Yeah, Amanda," he says instead of heeding Keltie's look. "Tell another one."

Spencer is pretty sure Keltie is going to kill Jon later when Cassadee can't sleep from the nightmares, but he really doesn't care when Jon leans into him, his hand sneaking behind him to rest light on the small of his back, thumb brushing lines down his skin, and he smiles, settling in to listen this time.

*

Spencer has never liked the idea of sleeping outside without even a tent to protect them. He listens to Frank, Brendon, and Mikey climb into their bags and fall asleep almost immediately while he sits on his sleeping bag, thinking longingly of the cabin where the moth is fluttering around the top light instead of sitting on the branch two feet away.

"Not gonna sleep?"

Jon's voice comes from his right, quiet and low in the dark. The flashlight clicks on, sweeping over Spencer sitting on his bag.

"I just don't like sleeping outdoors."

"But that's what the great outdoors is for," Jon says, and Spencer can see the light bobbling closer as Jon crawls over from his sleeping bag. The light is lowered when Jon reaches him and pulls him forward into a soft kiss. "And that's what the darkness is for."

Spencer smiles almost indulgently, leaning in for another, longer kiss.

"I like when it's dark," he whispers against Jon's mouth.

Nodding, Jon kisses him again, feeling Spencer falling back onto the sleeping bag, and he follows, all too aware that the other campers are sleeping not five feet away.

"Spencer," he whispers when he pulls away, eyes sweeping down Spencer's body and biting his lip. He can hear Spencer's breathing now, heavier than normal. "We shouldn't do this."

Spencer looks up at him, blinking slowly. He can smell Jon, just like pine trees and dirt and soap, can feel him hovering over him, a warm weight pressing against his hips.

"Here," Jon continues when Spencer shifts, hand dragging up Jon's side. "Here," he whispers, dipping into Spencer's neck, biting the skin until Spencer whines softly.

Spencer's hands twine into his hair, tugging him up to kiss him harder. He wants Jon more than he ever has, out here in the middle of the woods, miles from the camp and anything resembling civilization. He can feel Jon's warm weight on top of him now, hips pressing against his too lightly. Swallowing, Spencer shifts up, rubbing against Jon, trying to silently communicate all that he wants.

"Fuck," Jon mumbles against Spencer's mouth, pulling away and scrambling back. Spencer stares until Jon extends a hand back. "Come on."

Grabbing Jon's hand, Jon hauls him up, sweeping up the flashlight and leading them away from the camp, back down the path towards the cabins. They walk for a good ten minutes, hurrying down the path until Jon stops and pulls them off.

"It's here somewhere," he mutters to himself, and Spencer follows blindly. He doesn't know what Jon's looking for, but he doesn't really care when Jon stops in a tiny little clearing, bordered on all sides by a mass of bushes and tangled berry vines. The trees tower above it, covering what Spencer could see of the stars back by the lake.

Jon stops, turning back to Spencer, and Spencer can see his smile in the dim moonlight.

"Had to get you away from there," he says at length, pulling Spencer to him, hands sliding around his waist and tugging him forward, flush against his body. "I thought I heard a bear."

"You sure it wasn't just Brendon's stomach?" Spencer asks, but he's not really interested in the answer when Jon kisses him, long and slow.

The lurch in Spencer's stomach surprises him, but he throws himself into the kiss, arms sliding around Jon's neck and holding on tight. He closes his eyes even in the darkness, concentrating on the slide of Jon's tongue, the nip of his teeth, the way they're mouths move together. It all feels right, Spencer thinks, as he pushes into Jon, already half-hard from sitting by the fire and imaging what Jon might do if they were alone.

"Spence," Jon whispers even though they're alone when he pulls back and pulls Spencer down onto his knees on the ground, joining him moments later.

"Yeah?" Spencer asks, heart thrumming in his throat as he watches Jon reach out to brush his hair back. The gesture is something Spencer has longed for for years.

"I really wanna..." Jon says, trailing off and dropping his hand. He kisses Spencer instead of finishing his sentence, and Spencer falls back, pulling Jon on top of him. Arching his hips up, he searches for more friction. Jon is still in his jeans, but Spencer had shed them in preparation for bed. The difference of fabric is obvious when Spencer groans, breath catching as his cock rubs against Jon's hips.

"What?" he asks when Jon pulls away, panting for breath and tracing his fingers down Spencer's jaw. Jon doesn't reply, sliding to Spencer's neck, pressing gentle kisses down it, fingers trailing after.

"Really wanna," Jon says again, finding that spot behind his ear that makes Spencer whine and arch up, now completely hard. His leg wraps around Jon's knee, pressing into the crook and urging him to reciprocate.

"Yeah," Spencer murmurs, hands sliding to Jon's waist, tugging at his tee shirt.

"Wanna fuck you," Jon finishes finally, praying that Spencer won't freak out. He's been thinking about it for a while now and Gabe's condom is burning a hole in his pocket. Kissing is all well and good, but he wants something more. He's known Spencer for five years, for God's sake. There's not much else left for them to do.

"Yeah," Spencer agrees breathlessly, cock hardening even more at Jon's words. He ruts up, catching Jon's gasp that he lets slip.

Jon feels a huge wave of relief at Spencer's words, and takes his arching hips as a good sign. It doesn't take him long to pull down Spencer's boxers, ignoring Spencer's gasp at the suddenness of it all.

Spencer's hands are on his shirt, tugging it up, catching on his ears until he can struggle out of it. Spencer stares up at him, almost in awe, as Jon works on his jeans next, kicking them away with a lack of finesse to rival Pete. He's usually better about this, but something about having Spencer ready and willing underneath him makes him forget how to use his hands as he fumbles with his boxers.

Spencer's eyes rise to Jon's when Jon climbs back on top of him, fingers brushing against sensitive skin.

"Okay?" he asks, nudging Spencer's nose with his own.

Spencer nods, sliding up for a kiss. It's a little too hard, a little too much teeth, but Jon doesn't care. He pulls back, peppering kisses down Spencer's collar bone, leaving a bruise there that luckily his shirt will hide.

Spencer shifts, trying not to think that he's naked and lying on the ground with bugs and God knows what else crawling around. It doesn't take much to distract him when Jon leans away for his jeans and pulls out a condom from the back pocket.

"You sure come prepared," Spencer tries to joke, but the nerves are returning as Jon tears it open.

"You can thank Gabe for that," he only says, rolling it on and pausing to adjust.

"Yeah?" Spencer asks, his voice quieter than he means when Jon comes back, hovering over him. He's not quite sure why he's nervous except for the fact that this is Jon. Jon who he's had a ridiculous crush on for years and now it's finally coming to a head, no pun intended.

"Mhm," Jon murmurs, leaning in for a kiss that Spencer loses himself in. He reaches for Jon's side, sliding over his back.

"Okay," Spencer whispers against Jon's mouth when he feels Jon shift, hands sliding down to his thighs, pushing his legs up over his shoulders. "Do you have..."

Jon smiles, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "Looks like Gabe was kind enough to stash some in my pocket when I wasn't looking." He comes back with lube that he certainly didn't put there, but he's grateful all the same.

Spencer doesn't reply, spreading his legs wider and Jon uncaps the lube, coating his fingers and dick as he shifts back.

The first finger is easy and Spencer doesn't tense too badly, stretching back and letting out a long breath. It's been a while since he's done this, and the first time wasn't exactly the best thing ever.

The second finger pushes in and Spencer bites his lip hard, trying not to move too much.

"You okay?" Jon asks, and of course Jon would be worried, Spencer thinks.

"Fine," he chokes back, forcing himself to breath, knowing this is only the beginning. "Just do it."

Jon hesitates but doesn't slip in a third. Pulling out his fingers, he strokes himself a few times before shuffling back, leaning forward, Spencer's legs wrapped over his shoulders.

"Relax," he breathes, pushing in slowly. He can feel Spencer stiffen, his fingers tighten on his arm, the hard breaths on his collar bone.

Spencer closes his eyes, head falling back as Jon pushes in again. A flaring pain, hot and tingly, spreads up his body. It dulls when Jon pauses, though, leaning down and brushing light kisses against his flushed skin.

"Almost," Jon whispers, trying to give Spencer room to relax. He can feel everything, the way Spencer's muscles contract, the blinding heat, his fingernails digging into his skin.

Spencer nods after a minute, and Jon slides in all the way. It's not that bad, after a minute, when he can breathe again and opens his eyes. Jon's body is gilded in moonlight and Spencer's eyes follow the curve of his back, almost forgetting for a second until Jon shifts and it all comes rushing back.

"Yeah," he says finally, shifting a little and ignoring the flinch of pain. "Just, go slow, okay?"

Jon nods seriously, pulling back and letting the natural slide take over. He moves slowly, watching Spencer's expression change from pain to something better, to his mouth dropping open and his back arching off the ground.

"Oh, God," he breathes, stretching back when Jon thrusts in again, hitting that same spot that has the same effect as the patch of skin behind his ear.

"Better?" Jon asks, voice rough as he moves. He can feel Spencer relaxing around him, the easier slide inside his body.

"Yeah," Spencer chokes back, whimpering when Jon moves again. He loosens his grip on Jon's arm, kissing back when Jon leans down. It's hard and Jon bites his lip, tongue dragging over his bottom lip, nipping at his lips, hungry and hard. "Yeah."

Jon moves faster now, feeling the change in Spencer. His hands slide to Jon's shoulders and he bites his lip, asking for more, groaning at the steady slide of Jon's cock in his body.

Jon reaches for Spencer's prick, stroking to match his thrusts, hearing Spencer gasp and whine, whimpering his name into the still night air. The last kiss he presses to Spencer's lips muffles Spencer's whined cry of release.

"Jon," Spencer mumbles against his lips, hips arching up into Jon's grip as he comes, panting for breath but not leaving Jon's mouth, kissing him hard until he can't breath.

Hearing Spencer say his name combined with the tightening of muscles has Jon coming before he can take back control. His body shudders as he comes down, kissing Spencer hard throughout, until he has to pull back, gasping for air, the flush receding from his skin.

Breathing hard, he slides down, Spencer's legs falling back to the ground as he pulls out. Lying there, he sighs and opens his eyes, looking down at Spencer below him.

Spencer looks warm and sated as he smiles up at Jon.

"You should always protect me," he mumbles sleepily, brushing his fingers down Jon's jaw and pressing a kiss to the scruff there.

Jon smiles after a second. "Think you can sleep outside now?"

Spencer pauses, biting his lip, and then nods. "Yeah, maybe."

Sinking down, Jon knows they should go back to the camp, but as he listens to the chirping crickets, he thinks, just five more minutes.

*

Everything is packed although the busses won't be there for another hour or so. Spencer is determined that he's not going to cry or do anything else that will make him seem like just another eight-year old. The girls have been crying since the day before, after they got back from the camping trip.

Spencer is determined he won't do anything of the sort, even if it is the last time he'll ever see Frank or Mikey or William... or Jon.

So he sits on his bunk staring around at the cabin. He's the only one who's actually packed. Brendon's clothes are still scattered everywhere and Spencer catches sight of a tie-dyed sock hanging off the post. Frank's sleeping bag is still a mussed mess, and Mikey's iPod is lying out on his bed.

"What are you doing?" Brendon bounces into the cabin to find Spencer sitting on his bunk.

"Just thinking," he replies, but Brendon shakes his head.

"Well, come on, you have to say goodbye to everybody."

Spencer really doesn't want to as Brendon drags him out into the dappled sunlight, heading towards the field where some parents, the ones who live close by, are already picking up their kids.

Pete is standing with Mikey, arm over his shoulder as he laughs at something he's said. Gabe and William are nowhere to be seen but it doesn't take a genius to figure out what they're doing.

Greta is the first to approach him, hugging Spencer tightly. "I'm gonna miss you, Spencer," she says sincerely. "You better keep in touch on facebook."

"Yeah." Spencer smiles at her, trying not to think how he's going to have to do this with Jon in about five minutes.

He says goodbye to Vicky and Amanda, a little scared when she threatens him with bodily harm if he doesn't keep up online.

Frank is easier to say goodbye to. He just grins and grabs Spencer into a hug so tight he can barely breathe.

"Don't worry, dude!" he says when he finally releases Spencer. "We'll meet again. It's totally in the cards. Besides, I have your phone number. I'm totally texting you every time I see a bow and arrow."

"So every time you watch Lord of the Rings?" Spencer asks, grinning, and Frank scoffs.

"It's a good movie."

Spencer just grins and lets him give him another hug. Brendon is off somewhere else and Spencer doesn't really look for him. He'll be seeing Brendon at home and probably for the rest of his life.

He's said goodbye to practically everyone, even Gabe and William when they reappear from down by the lake. Gabe gives him a shake and tells him not to fuck it up, whatever that means, while William tucks his hair behind his ear and smiles at Spencer.

There's only one person left, and the busses should be arriving any minute now. Spencer knows he can't avoid it forever, and he heads off to the cabin to grab his bag.

The cabin is empty now except for Spencer's duffle bag. He pauses as he grabs it, glancing around. It's depressing, he thinks, knowing he'll never be back.

"Gonna leave without saying goodbye?"

Spencer jumps at Jon's voice behind him. Turning, he drops his bag on the floor.

"No," he says finally. "I just didn't want to."

"To say goodbye?"

"To leave." Spencer sighs, watching as Jon comes inside, stopping by the bed and leaning a shoulder against it. Spencer hesitates. "We haven't really talked about it."

"About what?" Jon asks, and Spencer shrugs awkwardly.

"About this, us, whatever we are or are doing."

Jon pauses and Spencer isn't sure he wants to know what Jon thinks about it. It might have been some weird summer fling that has been building up for years.

"I don't know," Jon says finally. "I don't know what we are, or are doing, but I don't really think it matters."

"It doesn't?" Spencer looks up, sort of uneasy. He's not sure what that means.

Jon shakes his head, glancing up at Spencer, and he smiles finally. "Spence, I like you, and I know you live on the opposite side of the country from me, but I kind of don't care."

"What does that mean?" Spencer asks carefully, and Jon smiles, stepping forward and reaching out for his face.

"Why don't you just check your facebook when you get home," he says softly and leans in.

Spencer kisses him back, not sure what it all means, but this is the last time he'll see Jon until he doesn't even know when.

"Spencer!"

Brendon's voice interrupts them along with his clatter on the stairs, but Spencer is too slow to pull back. Brendon's eyes widen as he catches sight of them and Spencer hastily wipes his mouth, taking a step back from Jon, who looks sort of amused as Brendon's face lights up and Spencer glares.

"What?" he snaps when no one speaks and Brendon just grins like an idiot.

"The busses are here," he replies, grinning at Spencer as Spencer huffs and reaches for his bag.

"Fine, let's go," he says, and Brendon hesitates for a second before leaving the doorway.

Jon catches Spencer before he can run away completely, crowding him against the cabin wall.

"I like you, Spencer," he whispers, kissing him softly. "A lot, okay?"

"Okay," Spencer echoes softly when Jon kisses him again.

"You should go," Jon says, lips trailing over Spencer's skin. "Don't want you to miss your bus."

"Yeah," Spencer breathes, finally dislodging himself from Jon's grip and grabbing his bag from the floor. He takes the few steps down to the ground, Jon following quietly behind him. At the field edge, he can see the busses lined up, counselors tossing bags into the storage area.

Spencer pauses there, knowing Jon is standing behind him.

"Hey, Jon," he says finally, turning to Jon and catching his eye.

"Yeah?" Jon asks with a soft smile.

"I like you too," he says finally, biting his lip and smiling. "A lot."

Jon's smile is the last thing Spencer sees as he heads across the field, handing off his bag to Tom and climbing on the bus. He picks a seat on the side facing Jon, staring out the window, watching him standing on the edge by the cabins, hands in his pockets, the grass poking up around his flip flops.

He's jostled as someone slides into the seat next to him. Glancing over, he finds Brendon still grinning maniacally.

"Not a word," he threatens, and Brendon shakes his head, smile wide, and Spencer sinks into his seat, watching Jon until the bus pulls away and he's lost to the rush of green trees along the roadside.

*

Hours later, Spencer is exhausted as he finally makes it home. His duffle bag is dumped unceremoniously in the laundry room and he makes his way to his bedroom. It's as unchanged as when he left it two months ago.

His computer is still there and he turns it on, going online for the first time in months. It feels strange as he checks his email and finds nothing more than junk mail and a few things from the college.

He goes through his usual routine of websites and comes to facebook last. Logging on, he sighs at his mini-feed and looks up to the corner at the new requests. He approves Cassadee's friend request and smiles as he sees that Brendon has already posted pictures.

Another request catches his eye, though, as he makes to log off.

Relationship request: Jon Walker has requested that you are In a Relationship: confirm – deny

Spencer stares for a minute, and then his heart flutters and he reaches up with the mouse, clicking confirm before closing out the window and grabbing his cell phone.

He types one message into it and hits send before sighing happily and flopping back on his bed, happy to be home.

alot.

*

FIN.