Fandom: Panic! at the Disco
Word Count: 318
Disclaimer: I do not know these people, this never happened, I am making no money off of anything.
A/N: For kueble, who gave me the prompt 'mermaids.' This is the first of two ficlets I wrote off of that. Made of crack.
On the screen, two mermaids kissed passionately, unable to keep their hands off each other. The series of photos showed them playfully caressing each other, each picture a little bit sexier than the one before.
“Jon?” Spencer called out. A door slammed. “Jon, where are you? What are you – Oh.”
Jon turned bright red and thought that he should really learn to be faster at closing windows. “Um. It’s not. That is.”
“Save the lame excuses,” Spencer said, “because it obviously is what it looks like, which is that someone has a mermaid fetish.”
Jon couldn’t look at him.
Spencer laughed, just a little, then immediately felt bad. “Sorry,” he said. “It’s just that, well, it’s a funny fetish, you have to admit. And you’re not exactly the person I’d peg to have it – I’d think that it would be Ryan, if anyone.”
“Look, it’s not like I need it to get off or anything,” Jon said defensively. “I just think they’re pretty.”
Spencer grinned. “I know you don’t need it.” His intense gaze made Jon even harder than he already was, thinking about the night before, how Spencer had sucked him until he fell apart and came so hard he saw stars, then curled into him and snuggled until dawn.
“I’m not going to go out and buy a fish costume for you,” Spencer continued, “partly because I don’t think such a thing exists, and partly because that’s just weird.” He turned as though to head out of the room, and then turned back to Jon. “You’re welcome to keep staring at your mermaids if you want. Or,” he raised an eyebrow suggestively, “you could turn off the computer and follow me.”
Jon glanced briefly at the mermaids one more time before closing his laptop and grabbing Spencer around the waist. “You’re so easy.”
“You love it.”
And, really, what could he say to that? He did.