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I'm the latest, but I figured I should put this here so I can tag it!

arsenicjade and I posted new fic last weekend! Our epic Ryan/Spencer AU of complete self-indulgence known as Like the Tide is here!

I have some author notes over there, but I wanted to say here that it was an awesome time, writing with Arsenic. It took a long time, and I got overwhelmed by the sheer scope of it at times, but Arsenic is so damn amazing to write with that I don't even know how to describe it. She basically carried me along a lot of the time, because I've never been the type who's good at committing myself to something so big, who's good at following through and keeping up my energy. But she DID, and she did everything she could to help me do the same, and I love her for that and for many other reasons.

Also, I already thanked slowlikewine for her beta, but she really does deserve extra thanks. She helped me tone it down when it needed to be toned down, and told me what worked for her so I could apply that knowledge to the whole fic while I was editing. The people who have mentioned that the styles match well, that's thanks a lot to her.

In conclusion: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Give Me Just Enough

Band(s): Panic at the Disco
Pairing(s): Jon/Ryan
Word Count: 23,535
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for lots of sex and some drugs (but not a lot of rock 'n' roll)
Summary: You know how sometimes you don't mean to fixate on something, but then you just kind of do? It's like, you've never heard the word "scurrilous" before, but then one day you hear it and it starts popping up everywhere.

That's the way it is with Ryan's cock. Well, it's not popping up everywhere, obviously, but Jon just keeps noticing it. He's not trying to or anything; it's just...sort of huge. And Jon had known that, intellectually, but now he's thinking about it all the time.

Will Ryan notice Jon's attention? If so, will he be weirded out? Or maybe, possibly, will he be interested? Will his giant cock go into hiding to escape all the scrutiny? (SPOILER: The answers are yes, no, yes, and LOL NO.)


Part One
Part Two
Part Three



Bonus Tracks/Enhanced Content

Fanart:
Art by slashxmistress

Fanmix(es):
Sexy Music! (for sexy times) by the_powerlines

The last of the ficlet requests, for airgiodslv: Bottom!Jon!!! Yeah, she won the drawing on this one and got an actual full-blown PWP...though it does get a little mushy near the end. ARE MY PREFERENCES SHOWING?


Ready For More
Ryan/Jon, NC-17, ~2,500 words
( Ryan's never been one to focus especially on the visuals of sex. He likes the feel, of course, the smell of sweat and come, doesn't even mind the salty flavor of both on his tongue. But he loves, loves the sounds. )

Not so very long ago, I did that meme where people could ask questions about my fic, and I wrote up the answers here. A couple were just short little blurbs, but ( I went into more detail on a few of them that some might want to read. )


Then disarm_d had to go and ask about the first time Spencer fucked Brendon in We Started From. And I simply could not answer that question without a lot of detail, so the answer is behind the cut, in the form of a sort-of outtake PWP. If you're not familiar with We Started From, then the whole first part probably won't make a whole hell of a lot of sense.


At The Same Time, In Another Room
Spencer/Brendon, NC-17, ~4,800 words
( Spencer lifts his other hand and cups it behind Brendon's neck, turning Brendon toward him and tugging him close. )

I am fully aware that this is completely ridiculous and might possibly squick some, but it seemed like a really good idea when I was trying to fall asleep at 5:30 this morning, enough so that I turned my laptop back on to write it before I went to bed. For zarah5's boys helping each other dress meme.

*hands*

( Herein lies ridiculousness in the form of ~1100 words of Jon/Ryan )

And now for my contribution to the glut of post-holiday fic. I'm kind of hoping this is the longest fic title I ever come up with, because we're veering into the ridiculous here.


My Memory's Not What It Used To Be (But I Like The Idea Of You And Me)
Ryan/Gabe, NC-17
~10,000 words

Note: Definitely an AU, in which events and people have been shifted through time and space, just a little bit. Ryan Ross never contacted Pete Wentz online and, consequently, Pete never gave Panic! a record deal. Also in this world, Midtown ended without Cobra Starship forming.

Thanks ever so to sparklewitch for the beta and for putting up with my whining more than anyone on earth deserves.

Written for dreamofthem, who utterly WINS for wanting more Gabe fic. I hope it happens. For both of us. :)

( Oh, yeah, and now would be a good time to suspend your disbelief. )

Want more Gabe/Ryan? Check out the awesome fic dreamofthem wrote for me! There's Ryan/Gabe post-VMAs, and a Panic! pile of wonder and joy!

So this is pure, unmitigated smut. But it's the first thing I've been able to finish in something like two or three weeks, so I don't care!

Written as a very belated ficlet-request response for sateenmusta, who wanted Brendon/Ryan rimming. Hope this serves. Um, NC-17, obviously.

( If he's perfectly honest, Brendon knows he doesn't do this because he's all that into the act itself. He does it because Ryan is. )

So last month disarm_d posted these really awesome pornothon prompts, and I saw the very first one (Pairing: any Panic!, Scenario: listening to each other jerk off in bunks) and had a flash of brilliance! Wouldn't it be awesome, I thought, if Brendon decided they should have a designated jerking-off time once they got a bus? And then they would hear each other making all these hot sounds, and they would get all turned on EVEN MORE and sex would happen! It would be great!

Then Ryan Ross got ahold of my POV and fucked that idea all to hell. He decided that instead of awesomeness and greatness, there would be angst and misunderstandings. But eventually sex! So that's good at least. But if you're reading and start out thinking it's going to be lighthearted and fun until it suddenly takes a turn for the not-so-much, blame Ryan Ross. God knows I do.

Many, many thanks go to sparklewitch, who listened to me whine more than any human being deserves and read and re-read and re-read while this took shape. Without her, this fic would possibly never have been finished, and I certainly wouldn't be as happy with it. Niki, thank you so much for helping me find where this fic needed to go. Thanks also to girlintheband and darksylvia for gamely taking on the task of beta'ing when I said, "Hey, you know that 8,000-9,000 word fic you said you'd take a look at? Um...It sort of grew." You guys made this a better fic, and I'm so grateful for it! ♥


We Started From
Panic! at the Disco GSF -- Ryan/Jon/Brendon/Spencer, with various leadup permutations
NC-17
~20,000 words

Notes: Takes place during the Truckstops and Statelines tour on an alternate timeline. That is to say, this doesn't precisely follow canon, and I'm aware of that. Also, if pretending the girlfriends never existed isn't cool with you, I'm sorry. They're not here.
Warning: Um, spoiler for The Usual Suspects? If that matters to you.


( Brendon's breath catches on a ragged inhale, and Ryan realizes that is what Brendon sounds like when he comes. Ryan was so, so wrong when he told Brendon he didn't want to hear him jerking off. )