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let's get these teen hearts beating by imogenedisease and somewhatdeluded (NC-17)
Fandom: BANDOM (Fall Out Boy/Panic! at the Disco)
Pairing: Joe Trohman/Spencer Smith
Length: ~100,000 words
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imogenedisease and somewhatdeluded
Author Website: imogenedisease's fic tag
Why this must be read:
This story, pairing Fall Out Boy's guitarist, Joe Trohman, with Spencer Smith, the drummer for Panic(!) at the Disco, begins with a lot of sex between two boys, one twenty years old, the other seventeen. A lot of sex. A lot of really hot sex.
If you actually need more reason than that to read it, here goes: this story starts out as, essentially, a string of PWPs. The PWPs are very nearly Any Two Guys--there's no especial reason from canon to pair Spencer and Joe, though we do know they know each other through their respective bands. But as the story unfolds, we watch Joe and Spencer fall into a relationship rather than just into bed, and watch them grapple with the inequities built into that relationship--between a seventeen-year-old and a twenty-year-old, between a boy whose band has hit it big and a boy whose band is still on the brink. Hot sex continues throughout, however, as does the goofy spectacle of Joe's incredibly oblivious bandmates.
"What the fuck?" he asks, and Spencer smirks at him. "How--how old are you?"
"Seventeen," Spencer says from beneath him, smirking that jailbait smirk, tilting those jailbait hips.
"Is that illegal?" Joe asks. "I'm kind of sure that's illegal." Spencer's still smirking at him. He really doesn't like it, that smirk. "Give me your Sidekick," he says. Spencer just raises his eyebrows at him, and he realizes he's still on top of him. "Oh, right," he manages, finally, and rolls off.
Spencer grabs his Sidekick off the nighttable and hands it over. Joe flips it open, trying really hard to ignore the way Spencer is rolling onto him, licking his collarbone. "Age of consent is sixteen in Nevada," Spencer tells Joe's neck. He's rubbing his nose against the line of Joe's throat. "I checked."
let's get these teen hearts beating
Pairing: Joe Trohman/Spencer Smith
Length: ~100,000 words
Author on LJ:
imogenedisease and somewhatdeludedAuthor Website: imogenedisease's fic tag
Why this must be read:
This story, pairing Fall Out Boy's guitarist, Joe Trohman, with Spencer Smith, the drummer for Panic(!) at the Disco, begins with a lot of sex between two boys, one twenty years old, the other seventeen. A lot of sex. A lot of really hot sex.
If you actually need more reason than that to read it, here goes: this story starts out as, essentially, a string of PWPs. The PWPs are very nearly Any Two Guys--there's no especial reason from canon to pair Spencer and Joe, though we do know they know each other through their respective bands. But as the story unfolds, we watch Joe and Spencer fall into a relationship rather than just into bed, and watch them grapple with the inequities built into that relationship--between a seventeen-year-old and a twenty-year-old, between a boy whose band has hit it big and a boy whose band is still on the brink. Hot sex continues throughout, however, as does the goofy spectacle of Joe's incredibly oblivious bandmates.
"What the fuck?" he asks, and Spencer smirks at him. "How--how old are you?"
"Seventeen," Spencer says from beneath him, smirking that jailbait smirk, tilting those jailbait hips.
"Is that illegal?" Joe asks. "I'm kind of sure that's illegal." Spencer's still smirking at him. He really doesn't like it, that smirk. "Give me your Sidekick," he says. Spencer just raises his eyebrows at him, and he realizes he's still on top of him. "Oh, right," he manages, finally, and rolls off.
Spencer grabs his Sidekick off the nighttable and hands it over. Joe flips it open, trying really hard to ignore the way Spencer is rolling onto him, licking his collarbone. "Age of consent is sixteen in Nevada," Spencer tells Joe's neck. He's rubbing his nose against the line of Joe's throat. "I checked."
let's get these teen hearts beating
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