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Clothes Dont Make The Man

  Title: Clothes Don't Make the Man
Author: silver_etoile
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jon/Spencer
POV: Third
Disclaimer: This is not true. It is false, fiction, lies.
Summary: Jon has a kink. Shameless crossdressing!pwp.
A/N: I realised I missed PWPs. I know, crazy, right? And the world needs more joncer. srsly.

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It wasn't something that he had ever planned on telling anyone, and even then, it had been sort of an accident when he finally did anyway.

The band was at the cabin, supposedly working on the new album. Mostly they'd just been lazing around, smoking pot and drinking beer. Now that they were all legal it didn't really even matter. Maybe it had lost some of the excitement for the younger members. But they drank anyway.

A case of beer was stuffed in the fridge with the food – more beer than food really. The fourth night into their stay Brendon announced that they needed to loosen up before they could get any actual writing done.

The beer was pulled out and they piled into the living room, Jon and Spencer leaning against the foot of the couch and the coffee table pushed aside while Brendon sprawled on the rug and Ryan sat daintily next to Spencer. His notebook lay to the side as if he might be struck by some odd inspiration while they drank themselves silly on Budweiser.

A couple beers turned into a couple more and Brendon was getting giggly by the time the clock struck eleven o'clock. Jon wasn't sure who suggested it, but someone – Brendon probably – somehow brought up playing a game. And since the only games in the house were an ancient game of monopoly that was missing half the money and scrabble (which Brendon refused to play because Ryan always won with obscure words that he'd make Brendon look up whenever he challenged him), it was settled on Truth or Dare as the game of the night.

It started out innocently enough ("I dare Ryan to eat that thing in the back of the fridge." "No way! It's fucking growing things on it!") and progressed into something a little more.

Brendon bounced excitedly, laughing because Ryan had just been dared by Spencer to go on their next performance sans scarf. Ryan had glared but there wasn't much else he could do.

"My turn!" Brendon cried when Ryan just glared at Spencer and Spencer smirked back, snuggling into Jon's side. "Jon, truth or dare?"

Jon paused thoughtfully, his hand stroking light lines over Spencer's stomach under his shirt. "Dare."

Brendon's grin widened and he sat up higher.

"I dare you to go down on Spencer right here."

Ryan was the first one to speak up. "No! Brendon! I don't want to see that."

Jon just laughed, pulling Spencer closer. "Should we scar him for life?" he asked in Spencer's ear while Ryan made a face.

"No!" Ryan cried adamantly. "It's one thing to hear it – you guys should really soundproof your bedroom, by the way – but I really don't need to see it."

Jon was grinning, a little foggy from the several beers that lay sprawled around the living room. Spencer laughed and nuzzled into Jon's neck.

"Why not, Ry? Just 'cause you're not getting any."

Ryan huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "It's not my fault. Keltie's doing her show in New York."

"Ryan, truth or dare?" Brendon piped up. He blinked in the dim light flickering from the table lamp and wasn't as bouncy as before. The alcohol was obviously taking its affect.