zarah5v2: Fic: Still Motion
http://zarah5v2.livejournal.com/30686.html

In which, Ryan discovers that Spencer can hold him down now; so very naturally them, with an emphasis on the aspects of "dynamic" between them that I am most fond of. Well-chosen glimpses and a fabulous friend/relationship.

Spencer is strong enough now to hold both of Ryan’s wrists down with just one hand.

"Spencer is strong enough now to hold both of Ryan’s wrists down with just one hand." 5,000 words

Ryan’s attention is drawn back to Spencer – not that it ever really went away, given how Spencer’s weight is pressing him down, or with the tight grip Spencer’s fingers have around Ryan’s wrists, fuck—Ryan’s attention is drawn back to Spencer when Spencer leans down, head tilted. There are hardly more than two inches between their mouths. “You lost,” Spencer says. “You suck,” Ryan replies. Spencer laughs and rolls off him. It takes a few seconds before Ryan’s chest feels normal again.

They didn’t draw the blinds last night, so the morning sun is filtering into the room, throwing an odd pattern on the carpet. Spencer is still asleep, plastered to Ryan’s back, one leg between both of Ryan’s. It’s hot, and somewhat itchy, and the bed is too small for two people. Ryan shifts back against Spencer’s chest, closes his eyes and decides to go back to sleep.

>> Spencer is strong enough now to hold both of Ryan’s wrists down with just one hand. << Ryan/Spencer NC-17, warning for mild D/s themes

He’s watching Ryan’s face intently, eyes focused as he applies a hint of pressure, not much, just enough for Ryan to know Spencer is there, to remind him he’s trapped with both hands pinned against the carpet and Spencer’s forearm keeping him in place.

Spencer is strong enough now to hold both of Ryan’s wrists down with just one hand. It’s a realization Ryan thinks he could have lived without, and happily, at that. Unfortunately, it’s also a realization that’s rather difficult to push aside with Spencer hovering above him, a triumphant gleam in his eyes as he keeps Ryan trapped against the floor. “My choice.” “Fuck you,” Ryan says uselessly. “Dude, not right here. Think of Brendon’s innocent baby ears.” Jon’s tone is mild. He sets the remote control aside to reach for a handful of chips while Brendon gives him a lazy finger. “’m older than Spencer, so shut up, Jon Walker.” “Make me,” Jon says.