Ryan stumbles down the stairs and points at him accusingly. “You.” He says. “You are totally Spencer from the future, what the fuck.”

Spencer finishes dragging the last of the pillows in just as Ryan stirs, mumbling sleepily, head barely above the water. "Spence," he mutters. "I know you're tired, you don't have to sleep in here."

"Stop talking," Spencer orders, and when Ryan breaks off, staring at Spencer with wide eyes, Spencer surges forward to kiss her.

"Were you just touching yourself?" Ryan says, his voice kind of rough. She doesn't know if she wants to die or if she wants to kill him, but clearly the only answer is that one of them doesn't make it out of this room alive. "Like, seriously?" he adds, waggling his eyebrows in a totally unnecessary way. And, well, that answers that.

I was saying something on Twitter about how much easier it is to write really dirty-hot fic when Adam Lambert is involved, because while, eg, fanon!Ryan Ross may think he's a sex god, fanon!Adam actually is. ... and then someone said something about Adam/RyRo, and this happened.