Game Is Gone
A/N A Spyro one-shot dedicated to the one who requested it. 'Fierce Deity Girl'. I hope you enjoy it :D
Ryan Ross + Spencer Smith
Please review and tell me if I should make it a two-shot. It also depends on Quinn :D
Ryan's skin tingled as a couple of drops of sweat ran down his face past his eyes. He spit out as it got to his lips, the salty taste in his mouth as he licked his lips, a normal habit. Spencer, aside of him sprawled on the futon in Spencer's room with his head hanging down, was kicking his feet in the air and kept on whining about the day.
"-But really, Ryan. I'm bored as hell and with you as dull as a rock isn't helping much."
"Geez, I see you enjoy my company."
"You seriously need to get a life."
Ryan laughed and leaned his head on the metallic armrest, placing his bare feet in front of Spencer's face. Spencer scrunched his nose and pushed them away. "You're right. Spending my Friday with you is pathetic."
"I hate you, Ryan Ross."
"No you don't. Who was the one who ran with you in the lawn sprinklers and laughed when you slipped and sprained your ankle?"
"The same one who cried when Jac said she like Dan." Spencer replied solemnly. Ryan scoffed.
"I was eight."
"Must I reminded that one time last year when you robbed Jac's boyfriend's 20 page essay as revenge? We were eight before. You were 13 last year. Do the sums. You still hate him for after what happened 5 years ago, asshole."
"He deserved it." Ryan grumbled. Spencer snorted.
"For robbing your crush?"
Ryan scowled and looked away, knowing Spencer was right. Spencer's always right.
"Well, what are we doing now? I didn't come to waste my day." Ryan snapped. Spencer smirked.
"'S not as if you had anywhere else to spent it." He replied. Ryan ignored him.
"Well?" He pressured. Spencer laughed.
"You didn't tell me you were PMSing," Spencer told him, and at Ryan's glare he sighed, "Alright, alright. I'll think of something."
They laid is silence for a long while, the sun slowly melting them away and Spencer hoped their sweat didn't stink the futon or his mother would kill him.
"We should play a classic board game." Ryan finally proposed and Spencer groaned. Ryan was all about classics.. When Spencer told Brendon, Brendon's eyebrows had furrowed and told him Ryan didn't seem like the type. 'Tell that to his Beatles posters across his walls,' Spencer had grumbled.
"Dude, we are not playing Monopoly again. I nearly killed myself last time." Spencer objected. Ryan sighed.
"Fine then. Truth or Dare." He said. Spencer snorted.
"It's no fun with two people, Ryan. It's lame. We can't even think about good dares and you'd pick Truth the whole time."
Ryan glowered. "No I wouldn't! And I have awesome ideas to play."
"No. You'd don't."
"Yes. I do."
Spencer sighed and ran a hand down his sweaty face, not wanting to have the 'Yes No' argument with Ryan. He's so frustratingly stubborn.
"Fine then, we'll use internet." Spencer said. Ryan raised an eyebrow.
"Internet."
"Yes. Internet. We don't live in the 70s, Ryan. No matter how much you wish we did, there's no reason for us to look gay."
Ryan flipped him off and moved to turn Spencer's laptop on. Pressing Spencer's session, he typed 'spencersmithwashere' into the password bar. 'Welcome' appeared on the screen and he smiled. Spencer behind him seemed annoyed.
"I never told you my password." He reminded him. Ryan smirked.
"You're an idiot. It's easy to know it." He ducked at the pillow that was lunged his way.
"Well," Ryan continued as Spencer sat with his arms crossed and his bitch face on full mode, "I'll, uh. look." Ryan ignored Spencer's intimidating glares. He's the one that handles them better. Once Spencer made a boy cry just because of his fucking scary imaginary daggers.
"Hurry the fuck up."
"I know." Ryan snapped and then winced because it was not good to make him angry while he's already like this. Thankfully, Spencer stayed quiet.
"Uh, I found this one page. Should we try it out?"
Ryan feels the office chair shift so Ryan sat in the edge and Spencer squeezed on. They stared at the webpage and Spencer murmured the words under his breath.
"Alright," He finally said, "Let's set it up."
Ryan glided the mouse towards the configurations and put 2 players, and when it asked if the dares also included very nasty shit he pressed the yes button. Spencer moved his eyes to Ryan and arched an eyebrow.
"Yes?" He asked. Ryan avoided his eyes,
"It'd be more fun." He said. Spencer snorted.
"Dude, you didn't want to eat a fucking crude yolk last time because it grossed you out." He retorted. Ryan's eyebrows furrowed.
"But I did it." He defended.
"Only because if you didn't you'd be my slave for a week." Spencer pointed out in a matter-of-factly. Ryan pursed his lips and continued setting the game up without a response. Spencer smiled and knew he had one. He always does.
"Uhhh.. Do I add personal questions and shit?" Ryan asked, his eyes glued to the screen. The click of the mouse was the only sound in the room.
"No," Spencer said, "We're not girls. We don't need to talk about that."
Ryan nodded. "Kay." The click was heard again and it was starting to annoy Spencer.
"Hurry up." He snapped. Ryan shrugged.
"'S not my fault you're internet's slow as crap."
Spencer smack the back of his head… hard.
"Ow." Ryan grumbled, annoyed.
"Just keep in doing that thing!" Spencer yelled, close to hysterical. Ryan sniggered but did as he was told.
"We should make some rule and a punishment if we, like, don't do something." Ryan said. Spencer nodded.
"Slave?" He proposed. Ryan shook his head.
"Nah. Something better."
"Like?"
Ryan grinned, having already thought of it. "You'd have to kiss Linda on Monday tomorrow smack on the lips and walk away."
With narrowed eyes Spencer eyed Ryan and began to think of something equally entertaining and embarrassing for him. Linda has been Spencer's crush since she first moved here, three years ago. He has never gotten the courage to talk to her. She was just too perfect. Ryan calls it unbelievably cheesy.
Spencer instead decided something terrible and heartbreaking fitted Ryan better.
"And you'd have to make Brendon cry. In lunch in front of everyone."
Ryan's eyes widened, but only a bit. He was trying to hide his shock. Stupid emo asshole. Why was Spencer even his fucking friend?
"Fine," Ryan spat, "But it's your fucking fault if Brendon doesn't talk to me ever again and Jon hates my guts."
Spencer smiled. "It must feel like shit making Brendon cry. After checking out his ass and everything."
Ryan pushes down the blush and begins to arm a plan to kill Spencer in his sleep. "I do not!" He shouted.
Spencer held his hands up surrender and smirked. "Right. Sorry."
Ryan pays no attention at his smugness.
"You're up." Ryan finally said, and leaned his head on Spencer's shoulder. Spencer rolled his eyes and threw Ryan's head away. He stretched his arm out to reach the mouse, which was on Ryan's side and his eyes trailed from to the 'Truth' button to 'Dare'. He pressed truth.
Ryan burst out laughing.
"Truth, Spencer? Truth? Who's the fucking pussy now!" He shouted. Spencer buried his elbow in Ryan's side and read the sentence. He refused to show anger at Ryan, though his temper isn't the best.
"Have you had your first kiss? If you have with who was it and did you like it?" Spencer read aloud and then whipped around to glare at Ryan, "I thought you put no personal questions!" He yelled. Ryan's eyes widened.
"I didn't!" He shouted. Spencer jabbed a finger to the corner of the screen.
"Then why the hell does it say you did!"
"I don't know," Ryan yelled, "Just answer the fucking question and let's move on."
Spencer bit the inside of his cheek and decided not to reply because it'd end up in a fight with Ryan and he's too bored to spend his weekend melting under the sun alone.
"You already know, Ryan. I haven't kissed anyone," Spencer said, "We're only 14."
Ryan rolled his eyes, "So? The girls in the school are also fourteen and have already give their first blowjobs."
Spencer's gagged. "Yeah, I really don't want to talk about that. You're turn."
Ryan held his nose high as he pressed truth and ignored Spencer's snort. Spencer did it, why not him?
"What do you think is the best thing about being a boy?" Ryan read and then cursed at how shitty this page is , "Jerking off." Was Ryan's immediate response.
Spencer rolled his eyes and shoved Ryan's hand off the mouse. He pressed 'Dare'. Ryan tried not to titter.
But Spence froze and he really had no chance. Ryan's eyes went from the wall behind the laptop on the desk to Spencer, who sat staring at the screen with wide eyes.
"What?" Ryan asked. Spencer's eyes didn't shift. Ryan moved to read the dare and all that escaped his mouth was, "Oh."
Make out with the other player for a total of 2 minutes.
"Well. Have luck with Linda." Ryan said dryly. Spencer's eyes snapped to Ryan and they narrowed.
"There's no fucking way I'm letting you win and I sure as hell won't kiss her. She'd freak out. She probably doesn't even know my name."
Ryan snorted. "You have no other choice."
Spencer pursed his lips and his eyes wandered to the screen. "I'm not kissing Linda."
Ryan stared at Spencer as he tried to comprehend. "Spence, you can't be serious. I could let you off the hook this time but-"
Spencer shook his head frantically and sighed.
"Ryan, you know we don't believe in that and the last thing I need is pity."
"Spencer-"
"It'll be fast," Spencer said, but his eyes seemed preoccupied, "No big deal."
Ryan didn't say that is was a big deal. It's Spencer's first kiss, for Pete's sake. And it'd be better with Linda than Ryan, for sure. His crush, not his best friend.
Ryan sighed. "I still don't think this is a good idea."
Spencer shrugged and a small smile played across his lips.
"Maybe. But 9 out of 10 times I'm always right."
But Ryan didn't laugh. Instead he shifted in the small seat to face Spencer properly. "So, er, how do we, uh…"
Spencer nodded and shifted as well until they were squeezed together staring at each other. Spencer was merely sitting on the half of Ryan's lap.
"Yeah. Just-" Spencer placed a hand on Ryan's thigh and used it to pull himself closer. Ryan tried to control his breathing as Spencer's ass pressed to his legs. Ryan felt Spencer's knees on each side of his torso.
Spencer leaned in and stopped just a couple of millimeters away from Ryan's face. His eyes were on Ryan's wet lips, whom Ryan had licked out of uneasiness , and his breath fanned Ryan's face.
Ryan couldn't take the tension any longer so he did what was the best for both. Or at least what he thought was best. He leaned closer and his lips pressed against Spencer's, both of their eyes closed.
It was hesitant at first. They sort of just sat like that. Their lips just touching and not doing anything. Then Spencer parted his lips and Ryan nervously did the same. His arms climbed up Spencer's body to rest on his waist to he didn't fall off the chair.
Ryan's lips are extremely soft and thick, Spencer notices. They taste of cherry and he's not sure if it's because of the Lifesavers they ate a while ago or the chap-stick Ryan insists in needing.
Suddenly, after having a while of an open-mouthed and heated session Spencer felt something slick and hot enter his mouth. He nearly jumped out of his skin as he noticed it was Ryan's tongue.
He didn't push away at the approximate step forward.
Instead, he slowly pressed his own tongue against his and hoped to God he was doing it right. Ryan seemed to think so because he leaned even closer, his hands that were at Spencer's waist tightening. Spencer's arms felt awkward lying at his sides so he placed them on Ryan's shoulders.
He also went closer and soon his hardening dick was pressing against Ryan's belly button. Ryan's own hard cock was against Spencer's ass. Ryan swallowed Spencer's moan and soon Ryan was thinking about sliding his hand down to under his pants and wrapping his hand around Spencer's dick like's he's seen on Internet and-
"Boys! Dinner!"
Ryan's eyes snapped open and both pulled away. They stared at each other for a few seconds and Ryan noticed Spencer's lips were plump and red, his eyes wide and darkened with lust. Ryan knew he looked the same. Spencer slid off his lap.
Then, as if at the same time, they realized what had just happened and their eyes widened in unison.
Ryan wants to laugh it off. Say that they'd finish playing later after dinner and kiss Spencer's fucking ass. He knows that if he does the pressure in the air will disappear and Spencer will just smile and pretend in never happened. It depends on Ryan's reaction. Spencer always cares. But he can't simply just do that. It's not possible. Ryan isn't into appearances.
"I-I," He begins, "I have to go."
He bolts off the chair and opens the door of his room, the sound of the door slamming downstairs is heard after. Mrs. Smith walks into Spencer's room and Spencer doesn't turn around. He knows its her though.
"Spencer, what happened? Are you and Ryan in a fight? Ryan was supposed to stay for dinner." She said, her tone of voice concerned. Spencer shook his head and closed the webpage, his hand lingering on it a bit too long. The dare had still been on screen.
"Everything's fine, mom. Don't worry."
"Alright. Just come downstairs to eat or the food will get cold." She responded, and the sound of her clinking shoes and heard down the stairs.
Spencer groaned loudly and ignored the fact that the whole house would hear. He buried his face in his hands and tried not to cry.
What the hell had he done?