Band Slash Saves Spencer Smith [standalone]

Title: Band Slash Saves Spencer Smith
Author: arctic_grey
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: Jon/Spencer (slight Spencer/Ryan, Spencer/Brendon)
POV: 3rd, Spencer’s
Summary: Spencer turns into a girl and is stuck in a cabin with his bandmates. Brendon conducts a scientific study to turn him back into a boy, but only ends up creating chaos and confusion.
Beta: taketakeudown
Disclaimer: Not real, never happened.
Dedication: Spencer Smith’s dick. May it do great things and see many places.
Author Notes: Second post today, yay or nay? Maybe I need more hobbies, but this one comes fresh from the press. Or, er, me. I don’t know why I think it’s funny to give guys vaginas, but I do. This doesn’t have a point. GWP.



After having had one too many beers, Brendon once asked, “Wouldn’t it be amazing to be a girl for a day? Like, seriously. I wouldn’t leave the bedroom.”

“You could have lesbian sex,” Jon nodded approvingly.

“Oh, oh!” Brendon enthused. “Totally! Lesbian sex!”

“Brendon, seriously? Is nothing else going on in that head of yours?” Ryan sighed disapprovingly.

“I’d masturbate the whole day,” Brendon said proudly. “And then go find me a hot lesbian.”

“Word,” Spencer agreed.

But when Spencer woke up with breasts and a vagina, oddly enough, lesbian sex was the last thing on his mind. Spencer didn’t freak out, he stayed calm. Relatively calm, because he might have started screaming at first. He stood naked in front of the mirror, poking his breasts in hopes of them going away. No such luck. They were there, staring back at him, and he decided to suck it up for the day. He didn’t touch any of his weird, so weird, girl parts because, no. He shouldn’t have those. No way.

But when he woke up the next day, he still had them. The day after that, he still had them. Spencer was beginning to worry. He was peeing sitting down, which was weird. Everything about it was weird. His breasts got in the way of everything, and then there were all these hormones swirling in him, which made no sense to him. At all. He was Spencer, a guy trapped in this… girl body. He didn’t understand his body, and he didn’t know what to do with it. It was like puberty all over again.

When time came for Spencer to pack up and join the band in a recording session taking place in a reclusive cabin, Spencer was happy to leave the outside world behind. He took the baggiest clothes he could find because he had boobs, and he had to hide them somehow. He would have to come up with excuses to avoid body contact with the other guys. He could pull it off.

Spencer Smith believed in logic and, really, changing sex after twenty years of being male just didn’t happen. He knew he would turn back. Eventually. Some time soon-ish.

Well… he hoped so anyway.

* * *

Spencer immediately realised that trying to hide his, er, transformation, was going to be a lot harder than he had realised. He got away with giving Ryan’s shoulder an affectionate squeeze, but Brendon was the hugging type. Spencer gave Brendon the most awkward, lousy hug of his life, during which he made sure to keep distance between his hoodied chest and Brendon’s upper body. Brendon frowned just slightly, but Spencer pretended not to notice.

And Jon too, of course, demanded a hug. After all, he had been in Chicago, and Spencer hadn’t seen him in a long time. Spencer gave him another short, lousy hug and then pulled back.

Ryan looked at him sceptically. “Are you shorter than before?” he frowned.

Spencer quickly drew everyone’s attention to the fine view of… um, trees visible through the living room windows. Lovely out here in the mountains, wasn’t it? Brendon rushed upstairs to claim the best bedroom before anyone else could, and Ryan followed. Jon gave Spencer a long look.

“What?” Spencer asked.

“Nothing. Just. You just seem a bit different,” Jon shrugged and smiled.

Jon went upstairs as Spencer furiously tried to think of a way to flatten his boobs.

* * *

Spencer loved the first aid kit. He loved it because it had bandages. And if he had bandages, he was able to wrap it around his torso and keep the boobs in place. Spencer made up some lame story about the cabin being really cold, and this explained him using his big clothes. They started practising, throwing in ideas and working on new songs. Spencer showered late at night or before anyone else got up, sneaking to his room to make sure no one saw him in any stage of undress.

He could have told them. He could have. But… no, it would be too weird. They would all freak out, and he would freak out from them all freaking out. He was trying to cope the best he could.

But it was hard. Spencer had been a girl for a week and, during that time, Spencer had realised that girls were emotional. They watched Titanic one night, which just ended up embarrassing.

“Dude… are you crying?” Ryan laughed.

“Am not!” Spencer muttered, blinking his eyes furiously. Brendon was bawling, but that was to be expected, so no one really paid attention to that. But come on, the movie was really sad! They drowned and shit!

Spencer wiped his cheeks as Jon leaned towards him on the couch and murmured, “Don’t worry, Smith. I always have to fight off the tears too.”

Spencer laughed, not sure whether Jon was serious or not, but Jon just winked and turned back to the screen.

The girl hormones were making him emotional. And that wasn’t the worst thing, no. Spencer realised that if he had been born a girl, he would have been a total slut. A shameless slut. Because Spencer got these feelings, these sexual feelings that came out of nowhere and made him blush furiously. It was like popping a boner in the middle of class. It could happen during practice, or when they were having dinner. Really, there was no way of knowing when it might happen. Suddenly, it was just a bit hot in the room, and there was warmth pooling in his stomach and, even worse, between his legs. What the fuck was that all about?

Spencer had done nothing about it. Neither was he going to. It wasn’t that he couldn’t, he just… no. There was a mental block there. Normally, Spencer would have just whipped his cock out and jerked off, no questions asked. But being a girl? It was different.

But the fact remained: Spencer was a slut. Hell, his sick mind had gone as far as acknowledging that Ryan kind of smelled nice. Ryan. That was a million times wrong, and Spencer had practically escaped from the practice room, leaving behind a very confused guitarist. That was nothing, though. It was the worst with Jon. His girl body really liked Jon. It was like… Jon’s voice. All deep, masculine, erotic. Seriously. Spencer had never realised how sexual Jon’s voice was, and when Jon laughed deep in his throat, Spencer got goosepumps. And Jon, he had great lips. Really inviting lips. And he looked all strong and manly, and Spencer’s girl body really seemed to like that. Spencer tried not to let his body control his thoughts, but sometimes this was harder than it sounded.

And, because the world hated Spencer, of course it was Jon who walked in on a shower fresh Spencer. Jon knocked and opened the door without waiting for an answer. Spencer, who had just pulled jeans on, frantically grabbed a towel and held it to his chest and squealed, “Don’t come in, don’t come in!”

Jon stopped at the doorway, frowning. “Uh… what?”

“Go! Go, go, go!” Spencer said and motioned him to get out, but Jon didn’t.

“I think I’ve seen you shirtless often enough,” Jon smirked, eyes fixed on Spencer.

“Invading! Privacy!” Spencer insisted, and Jon walked back out with a puzzled expression. “Close the door!” Spencer ordered.

Jon did, and Spencer took a deep breath. He threw the towel away and grabbed his hoodie. And that’s when Jon walked in a second time.

“Ok, what just hap…” Jon started, but then shut up and froze. Spencer stood there, topless, his breasts just fucking there, and Jon had seen them. Still, Spencer frantically turned around and pulled the hoodie over his head (he didn’t have bras, no way was he buying women’s underwear) and he heard Jon mutter, “…the fuck?”

Then Jon was there, turning Spencer around and groping his chest in astonishment. Spencer’s hormones thought, “Ooh, Jon is touching my boobs!” while Spencer thought, “Oh fuck, Jon is touching my boobs!”

Spencer swatted Jon’s hands away, eyes wide and cheeks in a deep blush.

“You have breasts!” Jon exclaimed.

“Um… yeah,” Spencer admitted, because it was too late to deny it now. Jon had seen them and touched them.

“What?” Jon asked in shock. “Breasts! What? How? You’ve realised you’re a woman trapped in a man’s body and had a boob job behind our backs?”

“No!” Spencer said and tried to be as masculine as he could. “I’m a man trapped in a woman’s body! I… okay, it sounds crazy, I know, but last week, I just… woke up like this.”

“With breasts?”

Spencer nodded, a grimace on his face because it sounded so awkward out loud. “I have the… whole package.”

Jon paled. “The… the whole package?”

Spencer blushed more than ever because this was the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to him. Ever.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Jon asked with slight accusation and hurt, though most of all Jon seemed concerned. Spencer gave him a look. How was he supposed to tell them? Awkward much? “Come on, we can take care of this,” Jon assured him softly like Spencer was a cornered animal.

Spencer bit his lip and nodded.

* * *

So after Brendon had hit his head sliding off the couch from laughing so hard, and after Ryan had poked Spencer’s chest with wide eyes, they all knew that there were three dicks and a vagina in the room.

“I’ll google it,” Ryan offered and opened his laptop. Brendon kept laughing and wiping his cheeks as Ryan typed away. “Accidental genderswap,” Ryan said out loud and pressed click.

Spencer had his arms wrapped around his knees as he tried to hide in the big armchair of the living room. Jon, Ryan and Brendon sat on the couch with the laptop resting on Ryan’s thighs.

“No, google ‘mangina,’ like, a man vagina,” Brendon suggested before bursting into hysterical laughter again.

“Fuck off,” Spencer snapped.

“PMSing?” Brendon grinned.

“Fuck off!”

“Brendon, stop it,” Jon said and gave one of his looks. Brendon immediately stopped. They knew better than to piss off Jonathan Walker.

“All I can find is Lord of the Rings slash,” Ryan sighed.

Brendon rolled his eyes. “Let me!”

He took the laptop and Ryan leaned over as Brendon started clicking. Ryan’s eyes went wide. “Brendon, we have had this talk before! None of those band slash communities, they freak me out!”

“Only because they make you my bottom bitch,” Brendon argued and Ryan looked deeply offended. Brendon got a concentrated look on his face and went to work. Jon and Ryan both gave Spencer their, “It’s going to be okay” looks while Brendon “hmm”ed and “aha!”ed for fifteen minutes before looking up from the screen. “Well, Spencer, I have the answer.”

“You do?” Spencer asked, ears picking up. “What is it?” he asked urgently.

“I have conducted a scientific study,” Brendon began, “I found some chick’s genderswap memories, and went through them and, apart from me realising I would make a hot fucking girl, it seems that these accidental vagina incidents can go away. See, you can either wait it out, but that could take years. The general trend seems to be that you need to fuck one of us in order to get your dick back.”

“What?!” Spencer snapped and got up, walking over and snapping the laptop from Brendon. “And you came to this scientific conclusion from band slash?!”

“Yeah,” Brendon nodded, obviously seeing no problem with his methods. “But I’m not gonna do it!” he added quickly and lifted his hands. “Because dude, you’re Spencer.”

“So who is gonna do it?” Spencer demanded to know.

Jon stared at his shoes as his cheeks were bright red, and Ryan whistled and looked around like he wasn’t even there.

“Well fucking great!” Spencer snapped. “I wouldn’t sleep with any of you guys anyway!”

He shoved the laptop back to Brendon and stormed out of the room, not caring how much of a bitch it made him.

* * *

Two days later, there was a knock on Spencer’s door after everyone had gone to bed. Spencer turned the lights on, padding to the door in boxers and a t-shirt. He might have had girly parts, but he wasn’t about to put on a thong. He liked his boxers just fine.

Ryan stood in the hallway, a painful look on his face as his eyes met Spencer’s. Spencer lifted an eyebrow at him.

“Okay, I’ll do it,” Ryan grimaced.

“What?”

“I’ll sleep with you! Jesus, do you have to make me say it?” Ryan hissed and looked around, as if worried they would be overheard.

“I’m not gonna sleep with you! You’re Ryan!” Spencer objected in horror because, no. No way. All those limbs and Ryan parts… yes, they were best friends, but Spencer still didn’t want to see Ryan’s orgasm face.

“I know, but dude, I love you, I don’t want you to be a chick forever. I’m good in the sack, you could do worse. And I thought it through, right? Doggy style, we don’t have to look at each other, you can totally picture it’s someone else,” Ryan offered. “I won’t make any noise, you won’t know it’s me! I’ll think of Natalie Portman, and you’ll have your dick back after ten awkward minutes!”

Spencer stared at Ryan in shock.

Ryan pulled a condom out of his pocket and flipped it in the air. “So, let’s hit that.”

Spencer slammed the door to his face.

* * *

Jon and Brendon went to do their grocery shopping, and when they came back Spencer helped them unpack.

“Oh,” Brendon suddenly smiled and turned to the drummer. “I got you these!”

Spencer walked over to him and Brendon handed him a pack of...

“What?” Spencer yelled angrily. “You got me tampons?!”

“I had nothing to do with that!” Jon instantly defended himself with wide eyes as Spencer glared at the pair.

Brendon shrugged, but kept smiling brightly. “Well, I don’t want you to be bleeding all over the place - ”

“Bleeding all over the place?!” Spencer shrieked. He was not going to bleed all over the fucking place! Ryan rushed to the kitchen to prevent the outbreak of World War Three. “Brendon bought me tampons!” Spencer yelled in anger and threw the package at Brendon, who ducked.

“Brendon,” Ryan said in his disappointed parent voice. Spencer crossed his arms and pouted.

“What?” Brendon defended himself. “He’s been a chick for a couple of weeks! He has a vagina! It’s gonna happen soon, I am being practical and helpful!”

“I hate you!” Spencer snapped.

“Alright, everyone, calm down!” Ryan ordered. Brendon and Spencer exchanged glares, but shut up. Jon looked visibly uncomfortable and worried. “I’ve been thinking, alright? Someone in this room has to sleep with Spencer, and it’s not gonna be me because… well, it’s just not happening,” Ryan admitted.

“You bet it’s not,” Spencer snapped. Spencer wondered how Ryan had ever gotten laid because his methods were not fucking smooth.

“So Brendon has to do it,” Ryan reasoned. “Brendon actually is bisexual, so he should be fine sleeping with a man trapped in a girl’s body! Girl, boy, two birds, one stone!”

Brendon began to pout. “I don’t wanna sleep with Spencer! It’s weird!”

“Take one for the team, Urie!” Ryan snapped.

Brendon gave Ryan an outraged look. “Why don’t you stuff your naughty stick in Spencer’s hot oven and bake some squishy, moist - ”

“La, la, la, la, la!” Spencer interrupted, covering his ears and rushing out of the kitchen.

If things kept going this way, they might have to hire a hooker. Or better yet, dress up Spencer in slutty clothes and drive him to the near by town to seduce a local redneck.

* * *

Again there was a knock on Spencer’s door after everyone had gone to bed. Spencer had already been asleep and was yawning when he opened the door.

This time it was Brendon.

Brendon fidgeted with the hem of his t-shirt, his boxers hanging low on his waist.

“I - ”

“No,” Spencer said instantly.

“You don’t know what I was gonna say!” Brendon objected.

“What were you gonna say?” Spencer asked patiently.

Brendon opened his mouth, closed it again, opened it, and finally said, “I’ll be the gentlest lover you’ve ever had, Spencer Smith.”

Spencer slammed the door to his face.

* * *

Jon and Spencer went up on the roof to look at the views and think of something else than The Problem. Ryan, Brendon and Jon all treated Spencer differently now, but Jon was the most bearable of the three. Spencer noticed that Jon was trying his best not to upset him any way, unlike Brendon or Ryan who kept trying to hit on him. Jon wasn’t buying him tampons, which made him, like, the coolest guy ever. Jon was definitely trying to treat him like he always had, offering him beer and asking to play video games, and Spencer appreciated it.

It did nothing to help Spencer suppress his hormones and desires because Jon being nice to him made the hormones that much happier and girlier.

“Jon, you do it,” Spencer said out of nowhere.

“Do what?” Jon frowned.

“You know,” Spencer shrugged, “the deed. Have sex with me.”

Jon’s eyes widened. “O-oh. Um.”

“We’ll do it real quick,” Spencer offered, though he wasn’t sure if he wanted it to be quick. They could take their time too, Spencer wouldn’t mind. He wondered what Jon’s stubble would have felt like against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs.

“I don’t… I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Jon muttered.

“Why not?”

“Because… uh… I mean, I, it’s not that I’m close-minded or anything, but… I, I mean, sex is always complicated, a big thing, uh, there might be feelings and, um…”

Spencer’s lips pursed. “Oh. I see. I get it,” he snapped. After getting a vagina, Spencer had truly become a snappy bitch.

Spencer got up and left in a huff, and Jon didn’t try to stop him. So Jon assumed that just because he had ovaries and god knows what else, Spencer would get all clingy after a tiny bit of sex. It wouldn’t have to be a lot of sex, like a teaspoonful. Jon could just poke around a bit, it wouldn’t have to be a big deal.

But nope, Jon wouldn’t do it. What kind of a man turned down no-strings-attached sex?

Spencer hid in his room the rest of the day and tried to ignore the bitter disappointment in his stupid girl, no, no man, manly, masculine heart.

* * *

“I’m sorry if I’ve made this more awkward for you,” Brendon said sincerely when Spencer came back to the cabin after a long, long walk. Brendon cuddled Spencer from behind, and Spencer was partly convinced Brendon just wanted to touch him a little.

“It’s alright,” Spencer muttered as Brendon placed a sloppy kiss somewhere near his ear. Ew. Hmm, kind of nice. Oh god, stupid, disgusting girl hormones!

Brendon let go of him, obviously very giddy about something. “So I got you something as a form of apology. I left it in your room.”

“Brendon.”

“Not tampons, I swear!” Brendon said. “I’m just, you know, gonna go watch a movie now, Ryan is in the studio, Jon is taking a nap. So. Um. It’s my way of saying that I understand, and that I am being supportive of you in these trying times.”

“I don’t want to know,” Spencer concluded and Brendon grinned at him broadly. Still, Spencer found himself in his bedroom shortly after, hesitantly approaching the gift box on his bed. He bit his lower lip and lifted the cover.

Oh. Um. Wow.

Spencer knew he should have been angry. Really, he should have stormed downstairs right now and strangled that Urie kid. But mostly Spencer was impressed that, somehow, Brendon had managed to get him a vibrator. It was a rather intimate gift, but it was blue, Spencer’s favourite colour. Plus, it was sparkly and shiny. And…Spencer was kind of curious. What was the fuss about anyway?

After some struggling he got the vibrator out of the package. It smelled of chemicals. It wobbled just a little bit at the top. It had more girth than Spencer’s cock, but his own had had more length.

Spencer stood by his bed, poking his vibrator. It really should have disturbed him a hell of a lot, but instead his insides were twisting in anticipation. So Spencer had a vagina, a vibrator and a third thing beginning with v because everything came in threes, but the only thing he could think of was virginity, and he didn’t want to think of it that way. It’s not like he was a virgin.

His hands were sweaty when he took the two AAA batteries that had come with his new toy. For a guy who at times felt so flamboyantly gay, Brendon seemed to be obsessed with giving Spencer things he could put in his vagina. For all Spencer knew, Brendon was probably jealous of his pussy and tits. Oh Brendon totally was, probably thinking that if he had had them, Ryan would finally sleep with him. Yeah. That made sense.

Spencer’s tongue was stuck between his lips in concentration as he held the vibrator in his hands and pressed one of the buttons at the end. Instantly the thing began to buzz and vibrate in Spencer’s hands, and Spencer let out the girliest, most surprised shriek in the history of womankind. This was followed by a fit of giggles.

But just then the door burst open. Jon stormed in, looking like he had just woken up, but more than alarmed as he scanned the room, eyes landing on Spencer.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Jon rushed out, “I heard a scream, I - ”

Jon stopped and his eyes went wide. Spencer knew all blood left his face as he stood still, a buzzing, sparkly, blue vibrator in his hands.

“O-Oh. Um. I see,” Jon blurted out. “Never mind.”

With that, Jon backed away from Spencer, the Vibrator Queen, and quickly left the room, looking extremely uncomfortable. Spencer just stared, mortified. Oh god.

“Oh god.”

He switched off the stupid thing and quickly threw it back in the box. Oh god, that was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to him. He couldn’t believe he had been about to… well, experiment with the… oh god. Jon thought he was a dirty, sex toy maniac. Oh god, oh god!

Approximately four minutes later Spencer joined his bandmates downstairs to watch a movie. He couldn’t stay in his room because Jon would think he was masturbating. No, not happening. Ryan kept his eyes on the screen as Spencer squeezed to sit next to him on the couch.

Brendon craned his neck, giving Spencer a confused, but curious look. “Spencer, I thought you were feeling tired, you - ”

“Shut up.”

“But I - ”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Spencer spat out as he blushed furiously. Next to Brendon, Jon was keeping his eyes on the screen, blushing just as bad. Ryan looked a bit confused but, then again, Brendon hadn’t given him any glittery vibrators recently.

At least Spencer was pretty sure Brendon hadn’t.

* * *

“Ryan,” Spencer said demandingly as he flopped down on Ryan’s bed. Ryan didn’t take his eyes of the book he was reading. “I have a problem.”

“Something other than having boobs and a mangina?”

“This is getting ridiculous, right? It’s been three fucking weeks. Of me peeing sitting down!”

“Thanks for the mental image.”

“I don’t want to be a girl anymore,” Spencer whined.

“Then stop being such a prude and spread ‘em,” Ryan instructed and lowered the book. Spencer felt deeply offended. “We are here to help you. We have penises. We are your friends,” Ryan listed, talking to Spencer like he was mentally challenged. “I forgive you for turning me down, the hormones and all that, you weren’t thinking straight. Let’s just close the door and get it over with, yeah?”

“I am not having sex with you!” Spencer snapped. “It’d be like having sex with my brother!”

“Let’s get Brendon drunk, then you can take advantage. Or let’s get you drunk and then you can say you weren’t in control of your actions when you jumped Brendon’s bones,” Ryan suggested.

“That’d be like having sex with my son! There are boundaries, Ryan!”

“Alright, would you sleep with Jon? Or would that be like screwing your uncle? I mean, this can’t go on, you have to sleep with someone.”

Spencer closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “If it has to be one of you guys, it’d be Jon, okay? But I asked him, and he said no.”

Ryan’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “You offered to sleep with Jon?” Spencer nodded in confirmation. “He turned you down?” Ryan repeated that Spencer nodded again. Ryan instantly jumped off the bed, muttering something about, “That fucking Walker.”

“Ryan?” Spencer blinked in confusion.

“Being in this band is all about team work! If Jonathan Walker can give me my drummer back, then he better fucking hit that!” Ryan snapped and stormed out of the room.

* * *

“So… this is very awkward,” Jon commented.

Awkward was one way of stating the fact that Ryan had handed Jon condoms and locked them in Spencer’s bedroom with a shout of Brendon and him going out for a long, long walk.

“I don’t mean to, I just. Dude, I can’t sleep with Ryan or Brendon, because… it’s Ryan. Or Brendon,” Spencer attempted to explain. He left out how Jon kind of made him all kinds of horny all the time.

“Right, so you’re saying that I’m still the new guy, so it’s not gonna be weird to use me for sexual purposes?”

Spencer rolled his eyes. “You’re not the new guy, come on. You’re one of us. This is not a big deal, alright? It’s just a bit of sex. With you. With us. Let’s just do it, please? I have girl parts and I am begging you, for the love of god, just have sex with me! Guys don’t say no to sex!”

“I feel violated by your sexism. I am not a sex object.”

Spencer cocked an eyebrow at Jon. Jon was a sex object, had the man ever looked in the mirror properly? Seriously.

“If you have urges or, whatever, you have your… toy,” Jon suggested.

“Brendon got me that and I have never used it!” Spencer defended himself. And god, he didn’t want a vibrator right now, he kind of wanted Jon’s cock. It was more about Jon’s cock than the fact that Spencer wanted to be a guy again. The hormones were really getting to him, obviously.

Spencer took the next logical step in his one man/woman attempt to seduce Jon and pulled his t-shirt over his head. Jon’s eyes widened and Spencer triumphantly thought that, yes, Jon, boobs. Deal with that, why don’t you!

“Jeans going off next,” Spencer threatened. Jon just stared, so Spencer did just that.

So. Jon was locked in a room with a naked girl Spencer. Spencer would normally have blushed, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

A minute later Jon was trapped between a wall and a naked Spencer. Spencer had his hands pressed against the wall with Jon trapped between them. Spencer was waiting. Jon was having an internal struggle of some kind, he could see it.

Jon placed his hands on Spencer’s hips and Spencer pressed closer, flushing their bodies together. Jon was hard, was taking in shaky breaths, and he looked at Spencer, completely bewildered. This was all good, Spencer knew it was.

“We can’t,” Jon tried feebly.

“Yes, we can.”

Jon groaned slightly at the back of his throat, and wow, Spencer’s girly body really liked that. The heat between his legs was unbearable.

“What… what do you want me to do?” Jon asked, voice strained and husky.

Fuck. Oh fuck.

“Anything you want,” Spencer heard himself say and apparently he had said the magic words.

Jon pressed their mouths together and wow. Jon was a fantastic kisser. Jon picked him up easily and Spencer wrapped his legs tight around Jon, who took them to the bed. Yes. Spencer’s girl body really liked this.

And, Spencer realised, that he kind of really liked it too.

* * *

When Spencer woke up, he was a guy. It had worked. It had actually worked. Band slash had saved him. His cock was happy to be back too because it was poking against Jon as Spencer was still tangled up in him. Spencer pulled back quickly, the movement making Jon stir from his sleep.

“Hey,” Jon croaked, rising up to lean on an elbow as he rubbed his eyes slightly.

What did you say to your bandmate who had gone down on you, fingered you, made you come at least six times, who you had tried seven different positions with when you had had a vagina and now no longer had it, but in some fucked up way you kind of wished you still had?

Apparently what you said was, “Got my cock back. Thanks.”

“It worked?” Jon asked in astonishment, lifting the covers to see Spencer properly. Yep. No boobs and one erection. A very defiant erection. This could perhaps be even more awkward.

“Yeah. And now we can put this behind us. See? Not being clingy at all,” Spencer said to prove a point. “You don’t have to worry about my feelings one bit.”

So maybe Spencer had a cock now, but his tone was as bitchy as it ever had been.

“Oh. But I,” Jon began and blushed furiously. Spencer cocked an eyebrow at him, and Jon groaned slightly, lying back down and covering his eyes. “No, um, I never. I meant that I didn’t want to sleep with you because…I was afraid that, maybe, I might end up having all these… feelings for you. Um.”

Spencer blinked. “Oh.”

This conversation was more awkward than demanding Jon to sleep with him in the first place. Yep, definitely more awkward.

“Well, um…” Spencer began, realising that even with his dick, Jon looked fucking gorgeous to him. That voice. Those lips. That stubble scratching his sensitive skin. “Did you end up with… feelings?” Spencer asked quietly.

Jon took a moment to reply. “Kind of.”

“I have a cock now,” Spencer pointed out, just to make sure here.

“You did before too.”

“And?”

“And, um, feelings have… been around for a while?”

Well, this was unexpected.

Jon uncovered his face, giving Spencer a very scared look. Spencer just kind of stared back before moving himself on top of Jon. He pecked him gently. Jon cocked an eyebrow at him in question.

“Okay,” Spencer shrugged.

“Yeah?” Jon asked in surprise and Spencer nodded. Jon grinned happily as he flipped them over and began to cover Spencer in tiny kisses.

Spencer rolled his eyes despite his heart beating a million times per second. “God, Walker, you’re such a girl.”

Jon pulled back and gave him a radiating smile. “You may be right, but at least I’m man enough to admit it.”