allfourinches

Closer to Touch, Never Enough, Brendon/Spencer, R

allfourinches — Sun, 14 Nov 2010 21:56:26 GMT

Title: Closer to Touch, Never Enough
Authors: fallintosilence and boweryd
Rating: R
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
Word Count: 5,000+
Summary: Spencer is really hot. Spencer is really hot and really shirtless and really straddling Brendon's waist on his shitty mattress on the floor, and Brendon really wishes he was dead instead of a total headcase who was cockblocking himself. Because wow, is Spencer hot.
Warnings: Overstimulation, biting, shame issues. Both characters are under the age of 18 but of the legal age of consent.
Author Notes: Written for the kink bingo prompt "sensation play." Thanks to untappedbeauty for the awesome and speedy beta. Title is from the song "New Heights" by A Fine Frenzy.

Spencer is really hot. Spencer is really hot and really shirtless and really straddling Brendon's waist on his shitty mattress on the floor, and Brendon really wishes he was dead instead of a total headcase who was cockblocking himself. Because wow, is Spencer hot. Also, Spencer keeps saying stuff, stuff that's making Brendon blush and squirm and generally feel like an even bigger idiot, because, seriously.

"You look really good in that shirt," Spencer says as he kisses at Brendon's jaw.

"It's just-- just an undershirt," Brendon says, tightening his grip on Spencer's arms and trying not to arch up when Spencer sucks at the skin beneath his ear. "We have to wear them under our polos at work."

"Uh-huh," Spencer mumbles, kissing his way down Brendon's neck in a way that's making it really hard to stay still. "You still look hot."

"That's good," Brendon says, wincing as soon as the words are out of his mouth. It doesn't help that Spencer laughs into his neck, but then Spencer sucks at this place right over his collarbone that makes Brendon gasp and squirm, and his face feels so hot he's going to die from blushing. It's totally possible. He's pretty sure.

"Shit," Spencer says, his voice low and rough in a way that makes Brendon's stomach twist up tight. "Brendon, seriously," and then his hands are pushing beneath Brendon's shirt, skimming it up, and everything in Brendon's body is thinking yes, yes, yes but for some reason his brain is panicking and his mouth is saying, "No, hey, just," and Spencer groans softly and drops his head to Brendon's shoulder as he pulls his hands back out from under Brendon's shirt.

"I'm sorry," Brendon says, feeling stupidly like he wants to cry. "It's just."

"No, hey, Brendon, I'm sorry," Spencer says, pulling back and leaning down to kiss Brendon gently. "It's okay. It's my fault, I got kind of-- you're really hot, fuck," Spencer says, laughing a little and shaking his head. "I didn't mean to."

"It's not," Brendon says, swallowing heavily. "It's not that-- I want to," he says, feeling his face heat back up. "I really, really want to, I just. I wasn't supposed to, or whatever, and so I've never, and it's just kind of. Scary. I don't know. That sounds stupid. It's just being naked, and, like, letting you. I don't know. I'm a freak. I'm a freak of nature, and I am a defective teenager, and I'm going to die a virgin while you're off having tons of hot sex with hot people who like to be naked. Oh my god why can't I stop talking?"

"Brendon," Spencer says, stroking hair away from Brendon's forehead, "you're kind of an idiot."

"I know," Brendon groans. "I know, and I try not to be. It's just, like, a bigger deal than I thought it would be and I totally understand if you want to break up and, like--"

Spencer leans in and kisses Brendon mid-sentence, biting down a little on Brendon's lower lip in that way that makes Brendon gasp and squirm again. Before he knows it he's right back where he started, hard and holding on to Spencer's arms desperately as Spencer kisses him deep and slow.

"This okay?" Spencer asks, pulling away.

"Yeah, yes, I promise," Brendon gasps out. He's so hard he can't even be embarrassed that he's babbling.

"What about this?" Spencer asks, kissing down Brendon's neck again, sucking and biting just enough that Brendon's going to have marks again, more hickeys that he'll press his fingers to and blush while he's making someone's pineapple gauva smoothie.

"Yeah," Brendon says, trying to keep himself from squirming again. "Yes, I really, really like that."

"I can tell," Spencer says against his skin. "The noises you make are pretty fucking hot." Brendon thinks he probably blushes at that, but it's hard to tell since he's already flushed from Spencer on top of him, kissing him. Brendon mostly just feels stupid and squirmy and kind of itchy, his whole body really sensitive and aware of everywhere Spencer's touching him.

"What about this?" Spencer asks, trailing his lips down the v-neck of Brendon's shirt and then kissing over the fabric. It kind of tickles, at first, the fabric scratching over his skin, but then Spencer puts his lips around Brendon's nipple and sucks, his mouth wetting the fabric and making it cling and scrape, and Brendon's pretty sure he's going to come in his pants, holy crap.

"Spencer, Spence, that's--" Brendon gasps out, grabbing at Spencer's shoulders. Spencer stops and lifts his mouth, but Brendon shakes his head quickly, trying to ignore the way his face is still hot and red because he wants Spencer's mouth back, oh god. "No, please, I want-- don't stop, Spence, it's good."

"Yeah?" Spencer asks, raising his eyebrows and grinning too wide. Brendon just tilts his head back and moans weakly as Spencer fits his lips back over Brendon's nipple, his mouth warm and wet through the material of Brendon's shirt. Spencer sucks and Brendon can feel his body arch up without his permission, squirming underneath Spencer and gasping when Spencer's teeth accidentally drag over his nipple.

"Shit, sorry," Spencer says quickly, pulling back and pressing his thumb gently over Brendon's nipple, through the wet fabric. Brendon just shakes his head.

"No, no, it's, I kind of-- do it again," Brendon finishes quickly. He hopes to god Spencer won't make him ask, because as hot as this is and as much as Brendon's cock is throbbing right now, he doesn't think he can bring himself to say the word "nipple" out loud. He's embarrassed enough already when Spencer's eyes go dark and he leans back down, moving to Brendon's other nipple and sucking around it just hard enough to have Brendon arching up again. He's unable to stay still with the heat that shoots through his stomach at Spencer's mouth on him, at the way it feels.

"You're amazing," Brendon breathes out without thinking. "It feels like-- oh my god." Brendon cuts himself off with a groan as Spencer scrapes his teeth across Brendon's nipple again, biting down softly and keeping his weight over Brendon when Brendon moans and squirms. He wants to feel embarrassed, he should feel embarrassed, but it's not his fault that this feels fucking incredible. Besides, Brendon can feel how hard Spencer is through his pajama pants, pressing in against Brendon's thigh, and it's a little scary and new but also strangely comforting to know he's not the only one who's really, really turned on by this.

Spencer shifts his hips down a little and groans around Brendon's nipple, and Brendon swears he can feel the vibration of it, the way it rumbles out and over Brendon's skin through the wet fabric of his shirt. Brendon feels overwhelmed and turned on and kind of like he's about to just burst out of his body if Spencer keeps biting at his nipple and then licking over it. It doesn't really hurt, it just stings a little in a surprisingly hot way that makes Brendon whine and squirm and arch up helplessly underneath Spencer. Brendon's glad Spencer's on top, warm and solid and holding him down so he doesn't just float right out of his body at the way this feels, because wow.

"Spencer," he gasps without meaning to. "Spencer, I don't. Just like, I can't, I don't know--" he cuts himself off, biting down into his lip, because seriously, what is wrong with him.

"You okay?" Spencer asks, pulling back, and Brendon whines through his closed lips at the sight of Spencer's face, his eyes dark and hot and his mouth red and wet with spit. Brendon can feel how wet his shirt is, the fabric cool and clingy in the air now that Spencer's mouth isn't keeping it warm. "Do you want to stop?"

"No," Brendon says, desperately and way too loud. "No, please don't stop, I just don't know how, like, I can't--" Brendon can't finish, he doesn't even really know what he's trying to say, but he thinks maybe Spencer gets it when he leans in and kisses Brendon hot and deep, his hand coming up to stroke at the wet fabric over Brendon's nipple, making it catch and drag on his skin. Brendon hisses against Spencer's mouth and arches up, groaning when his cock presses against Spencer's through their pajama pants. It feels good, feels amazing, and Brendon wants to arch up and just rub, wants Spencer to settle back on top of him and hold him down and rub against him, but he can't help the sick dread in his stomach at the thought of taking off their clothes, at Spencer seeing him naked. He's frustrated and pissed off at himself, and his eyes are starting to sting the way they do right before he starts to cry.

"Hey," Spencer says, pulling back and staring down at Brendon. "I'm gonna touch you, okay? Over your clothes, and you can tell me if you don't want me to or if you don't like it. And I'll stop, I promise."

Brendon just nods, not trusting himself to talk right now, and squeezes his eyes shut when Spencer shifts on top of him.

"Hey, no," Spencer says, reaching up and stroking through Brendon's hair. It feels good when Spencer brushes the hair off Brendon's sweaty face, away from his eyes, even if it makes it harder for Brendon to hide. "Look at me."

Brendon forces his eyes open, swallowing even though his throat is tight and clenched up, and he tries to will himself not to give in and cry. Even though he keeps fucking things up for himself.

"Brendon," Spencer says softly. "Brendon, we don't have to. I swear, we can stop right now and watch a movie or something and it'll be fine. I might have to go jerk off in the bathroom, but as long as you don't judge me for that, it'll be fine."

"I want to," Brendon says desperately, squeezing his eyes shut again before he remembers and blinks them back open. "I want to do everything, I swear, it's just. I can't explain it. I want to and my body wants to, holy shit does my body want to, but my brain just, like. Is stupid. It's stupid and it hates me and it's the biggest cock block in the world." He feels a little better once he's done, or at least less like he's going to cry, and Spencer leans back in to kiss him, smiling against Brendon's mouth.

"I can work around that," Spencer says pulling back and grinning down at Brendon. "All you have to do is tell me if you want to stop, or if something's too much, okay?"

"Yeah," Brendon says, a little breathless from the way Spencer's already kissing back down his neck. "Yeah, I promise."

"I wish you could see how good you look like this," Spencer says in a low voice, and Brendon shivers a little underneath Spencer, biting hard at his bottom lip when Spencer brushes his lips back over Brendon's nipple. He slides his hand down between them, down over Brendon's stomach, and Brendon's breath hitches. "And that-- those noises you make. You're so hot, Brendon, fuck."

"You don't have to--" Brendon starts, but Spencer's teeth close around Brendon's nipple and dig in, just enough to sting and make Brendon arch up with the feeling. Spencer slides his hand lower, just brushing over the outline of Brendon's cock where it's straining against the material of his pants, and Brendon's so focused on Spencer's hand and the sound of his heart beating loud in his ears that it takes another sharp bite from Spencer before he realizes Spencer's talking to him.

"Is this okay?" Spencer asks, looking up at Brendon with his lips just above Brendon's chest. Brendon wants to reach down and grab Spencer's hair, tug him back up and kiss him hard, but then Spencer's rubbing slowly at Brendon through his pants and underwear, and Brendon bites back what was going to be a very embarrassing moan.

"Hey," Spencer says, squeezing his hand a little, and then Brendon does moan. Really loudly. He's only so strong. "Is this okay?" Spencer asks again, and Brendon almost chokes out a laugh.

"Yes, yes. This is really okay. Please, just-- harder?" Brendon asks, face flushing with a fresh wave of heat. He arches up, though, pressing into Spencer's hand when the friction makes heat twist low in Brendon's stomach, hot and tight and already close to coming, every touch making him ache.

"Fuck, Brendon," Spencer says, his voice rough. He's staring at Brendon in a way that makes Brendon's entire body tense up and strain into Spencer's hand. Brendon can't stop panting, his breath coming out in harsh, quick gasps. "So hot," Spencer says as he leans back down to kiss Brendon. Brendon groans into Spencer's mouth and kisses him back desperately, his hips rocking up into Spencer's hand. He's so hard, hard and so sensitive that the cotton of his underwear and pants dragging over him is almost painful, but he can feel the heat of Spencer's hand, feel the way his fingers twitch as he tries to get a better grip. Brendon's whole body is drawn up tight and tense, and he arches against Spencer, making a frustrated noise against Spencer's mouth and squirming a little beneath his hand at the constant, scratchy drag of his clothes.

"All right?" Spencer asks, drawing back from Brendon's mouth.

"Yes. No. I don't know, I'm just, this is. Do it some more," Brendon says, tipping his head back and groaning half in frustration and half in embarrassment. Spencer just laughs a little and leans in to kiss at Brendon's neck, leaving little bites all the way down to the hollow of his throat that make Brendon press up into Spencer's hand. "It's not," Brendon starts, still unsure of how to say it. "It feels good, really really good, but also kind of itchy. Maybe you could--" Brendon stops, swallowing hard and squeezing his eyes shut. "Maybe under my pants? I mean, still over my underwear, but maybe then--"

Spencer cuts him off, leaning up and kissing him hard and deep. "Yeah," he says breathlessly, pressing his cock against Brendon's thigh a little like he can't seem to help it. "Yeah, that is an excellent idea." He doesn't waste any time in sliding his hand up and under the waist of Brendon's pajama pants, and Brendon gasps out and jerks up when Spencer's hand wraps around his cock, over his underwear.

Logically, it's not that different. His pajama pants are old and worn thin and they couldn't have been much of a barrier, but it feels different, feels like so much more. Spencer's hand is big and hot and squeezing at his cock and he's just staring, all dark and intent. Brendon knows he's blushing, but Spencer just keeps squeezing, not really moving his hand. Just squeezing around Brendon's cock and staring at him as Brendon bites down on his lip so he doesn't do something stupid like beg.

"Fuck," Spencer whispers, and then he leans down and kisses Brendon, deep and desperate, and Brendon clings to his shoulders gratefully because he kind of felt like he was about to explode with Spencer staring at him like that. Spencer finally, finally starts to move his hand, keeping his grip tight and jerking his hand up and down Brendon's cock. Brendon can't figure out if he wants to moan or if he wants to cry because the fabric of his underwear is catching and dragging and it's uncomfortable and really hot at the same time. His hips keep tilting up helplessly, trying to push his cock further up into Spencer's hand, and he's so focused on the way it feels that he doesn't realize Spencer is making noise against his mouth, breathy little groans that he processes right around the same time he realizes that Spencer's cock is pressing up against his hipbone, and, like. That's Spencer's cock. That's Spencer's cock and it's on him, even though it's really not, and Brendon's maybe freaking out a little. He wants to touch Spencer, he really does, but he can't seem to get his hand to move.

It doesn't matter, though, because Spencer shifts his hand and the head of Brendon's cock starts to bump up against his thumb on every stroke, and Brendon makes a high, desperate noise into Spencer's mouth and forgets everything else, because wow. His underwear is wet from pre-come and Spencer's thumb keeps dragging the fabric over the head of his cock, harsh and sticky over the sensitive skin. It's almost too much, keeping Brendon so wound up and straining up underneath Spencer, his stomach twisting with heat like he's almost there but not close enough yet to come. Spencer kisses him hard and Brendon whimpers when he opens his mouth against Spencer's, and it's pathetic and Brendon's flushing hotly, but seriously, he can't help it.

Spencer breaks away, kissing down Brendon's neck, down to his chest, and each kiss over Brendon's heated skin feels like so much, like more than it is. Brendon's maybe still making pathetic little noises when Spencer finally lifts his head up. "Are you okay?" Spencer asks in a low voice, his eyes big and dark and staring up at Brendon. Brendon nods, arching back a little and gasping when Spencer's chin brushes over Brendon's nipple, where it's drawn up tight and hard.

"Yeah?" Spencer asks after a moment, pressing a quick, soft kiss to Brendon's nipple, and Brendon has to grab at the sheets because Spencer isn't stroking him anymore, he's just sort of cupping Brendon through his underwear instead, but Brendon still feels like he might actually die.

"Please. Spencer, Spence, please," Brendon whines, almost near tears again because it feels like he's been on edge forever now, so close to coming but not quite there.

"Yeah," Spencer says, his eyes wide and his voice a little shaky. "Yeah, hey, shh," he says, leaning up and kissing Brendon quick and light as his hand starts back up over Brendon's cock. Spencer ducks his head back down, kissing gently at Brendon's nipple through his shirt. Brendon can barely even feel it, more of an itch than anything, but it's enough to make him groan, arching up and pushing his chest against Spencer's mouth, pushing his cock more firmly into Spencer's hand. Spencer starts to suck, his mouth wet and warm through the fabric, and Brendon squirms a little, letting go of the sheets with one hand to grab at Spencer's shoulder, to keep him right where he is. Brendon can feel the muscles in Spencer's arm flexing under his hand as he jerks Brendon off, and Brendon digs his fingers in a little, just to get a better grip.

Spencer moves to his other nipple, trailing his mouth across Brendon's chest and making his shirt pull tight and taut over his nipples. Brendon's expecting another kiss, but Spencer bites down instead, sharp and sudden, and Brendon lets out a noise that's mostly a yelp as he jerks up into Spencer's hand.

"Okay?" Spencer asks quietly, looking up at Brendon. Brendon opens his mouth and nothing comes out but a kind of embarrassing squeak when Spencer's knuckle presses under the head of his cock, so he just nods instead, letting out a ragged breath when Spencer squeezes around his cock and drops his mouth back down to Brendon's nipple. Spencer scrapes with his teeth, the fabric dragging harsh and stinging across his skin.

It feels-- it feels like so much, his whole body drawn up tight and waiting, Spencer's hand and mouth dragging the wet fabric of his underwear and his shirt over his sensitive skin. He's so close, so tense with it that he's shaking a little. "Spencer," Brendon gasps out, digging his fingers into Spencer's shoulder again. "Spence, please, I--"

"Come on," Spencer says into his chest, his voice rough and rumbling over Brendon's skin, and all it takes is Spencer biting down again, his hand still jerking Brendon roughly through his underwear, for Brendon to come. He jerks up underneath Spencer's body, coming so hard that he feels a little dizzy, his eyes going unfocused and his brain going fuzzy. Brendon's shaking, his hand still clutching weakly at Spencer's shoulder, and Spencer kisses up his neck, to his jaw, his mouth meeting Brendon's and kissing him wet and deep. Spencer's still moving his hand, not jerking Brendon off, just cupping Brendon's cock through his wet underwear and squeezing, and it makes Brendon's skin feel like it's on fire, the wet fabric scraping against his over-sensitive cock.

"Ah," Brendon says into Spencer's mouth, trying to pull his hips back from Spencer's hand but only managing to press closer. "Hey, Spence," he says, squirming, when Spencer finally pulls away from his mouth.

"Oh shit, sorry. Sorry," Spencer says as he pulls his hand out of Brendon's pants.

"It's okay," Brendon says. His voice sounds weird, like it's coming from kind of far away, and Brendon tugs on Spencer's shoulder, trying to pull him closer. He's still shaking, a little, and Spencer brushes his hair back from his forehead, looking down at Brendon with dark, wide eyes.

"Fuck," he says quietly. "Brendon, that was. You're so hot." He shifts down with Brendon when he kisses him again, his hips pressing restlessly into Brendon's thigh, and Brendon can feel how hard he is. And it's not that Brendon's freaking out, except for how he's kind of freaking out because he just kind of had sex. Not just any sex, either, but sex with Spencer. And while Brendon wants to touch Spencer's cock - he really, really does - he can't quite make himself do it. He's just about to say something, probably something stupid, when Spencer breathes out raggedly against Brendon's mouth and pulls back.

"Can I?" Spencer asks, sitting up and shifting his weight until he's sitting over Brendon's thighs, reaching down with one hand to squeeze at his cock through his pajama pants. "I can go to the bathroom if you want me to," he says hoarsely, "but I don't really want to."

"Yeah, no," Brendon says, swallowing hard and trying his best not to think about how he's going to see Spencer's cock. Spencer gives him kind of a confused look, and Brendon wants to laugh but he's pretty sure that might ruin the mood. "You can, yeah, please," Brendon says, reaching out hesitantly and petting at the outside of Spencer's thigh. It feels weird to be nervous about touching Spencer after Spencer just jerked him off, but still. Spencer just smiles, though, his eyes slipping shut and his breathing getting even more ragged as he slides his hand into his pants. Brendon lets out a breath, shaky and maybe just a tiny bit relieved as he watches Spencer start to jerk off, his hand moving quick and hard under his pants.

Spencer's kind of ridiculously hot like this, and Brendon can't stop staring at the way Spencer's cheeks flush, the way he keeps biting at his bottom lip. His eyes are squeezed shut, and Brendon rubs at Spencer's thigh with his hand, trailing it up to squeeze gently at Spencer's hip. Spencer's eyes snap open and Brendon freezes, but Spencer shakes his head, says, "No. Please. You can." Brendon just nods, squeezing again and holding Spencer's gaze because he can't bring himself to look away. Spencer looks stupidly hot, flushed all the way down to his chest. His forehead is just a little sweaty and his mouth is open, panting softly as he jerks off.

Spencer finally closes his eyes, tilting his head back with a groan, and Brendon lets himself glance down, his eyes following the press of Spencer's knuckles through his pajama pants up and down in time with his strokes. His pants are kind of bunched down, just enough that Brendon can see the way his skin gets paler, the very last of his summer tan fading. Brendon can't stop thinking about reaching out, trailing his fingers along the smooth line of skin. He just squeezes at Spencer's hip instead, biting down on his bottom lip when he looks back up and sees Spencer staring again, his eyes hot and focused on Brendon's lips. Spencer's hips twitch, jerking forward, thrusting up into his hand in a jerky, uneven rhythm. Brendon breathes out and spreads his fingers, just a little, just enough that he can feel the movement of Spencer's arm with the very tips of his fingers, and Spencer gasps shakily.

"Please," he says, looking down at Brendon with unfocused eyes. "You can touch, Brendon, you can do anything you want." Brendon cock twitches in his ruined and sticky briefs, and he winces a little at the feeling, but he's too focused on Spencer to really care. Spencer is so hot and so close and he's right there, and Brendon lets his hand move up and grab at Spencer's forearm. Brendon can feel the muscles in Spencer's arm moving under his palm, and he squeezes, just a little, keeping his grip light so Spencer can still move his arm, still jerk himself off. Spencer's hips jerk forward. "So close, Brendon, shit," Spencer says, reaching out with his free hand and grabbing onto Brendon's, linking their fingers and holding on tight.

Brendon doesn't know what to say, doesn't know if he's actually supposed to say anything or not, but he nods just in case and lets his fingers trail up from Spencer's arm, skimming lightly over the soft skin and twitching muscles in Spencer's stomach. Spencer groans, biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut, and Brendon trails his hand higher, up over Spencer's collarbone and down again, pressing his shaking fingers against Spencer's nipple because he can't talk himself out of it. Spencer's hips jerk forward roughly and his fingers go tight where they're clasped with Brendon's, and then he's letting out a deep, raw noise, curling on himself a little as he comes. Spencer slumps forward, pulling his hand out of his pants when he's finished twitching and wiping it hurriedly on Brendon's sheets before grabbing for Brendon's other hand and holding on tight as he leans down and kisses Brendon. It's a messy kiss; Spencer's just kind of sucking at Brendon's lips and trailing his tongue across them, but Brendon doesn't mind. He wrestles a hand free from Spencer's grip and pushes down on Spencer's shoulder, pressing him closer.

"Shit," Spencer says shakily as he pulls away from Brendon's mouth and tucks his face into Brendon's neck. Brendon pets at Spencer's hair before he thinks about it, cringing a little when he realizes that his hand is a little sticky from Spencer's, but Spencer also wiped his hand off on Brendon's sheets, so he figures it's fair. It seems to make Spencer happy, at least, and he settles more firmly on top of Brendon with a content grumbly noise, kissing softly at Brendon's neck.

"You okay?" Spencer asks after a few minutes, lifting his head up just enough to meet Brendon's eyes. "Was that okay? Are you still cool with me staying over?" Spencer chews on his lip a little, a nervous habit, and Brendon thought that he would be more freaked out, that things would be awkward and uncomfortable. But mostly he just wants to stay here, underneath Spencer, even if his briefs are full of come and kind of gross, and even if he's pretty sure he can feel Spencer's pants damp against his hip. "Brendon?" Spencer asks again, his voice nervous, and Brendon shakes his head a little before wincing when Spencer's face falls immediately.

"No, no," Brendon says quickly, petting at Spencer's shoulder. "No, I mean, that was so much more than okay. That was awesome and you're awesome, and everything is awesome right now and you should stay right here, okay?" Brendon almost winces again, because he doesn't understand why he can never keep his stupid mouth shut, but Spencer just grins bright and wide, his eyes soft and a little sleepy as he looks down at Brendon.

"Yeah?" he asks, letting go of Brendon's other hand so he can stroke at Brendon's hair.

"Yeah," Brendon says, and he even manages not to blush this time when Spencer grins and kisses him. Spencer shifts off of Brendon, settling down on his back, pulling Brendon close, and wrapping his arm around Brendon's shoulders.

"We should change," Spencer says around a yawn. "This is going to be gross and probably painful in the morning. But I don't know if I can move. It's possible my legs don't work anymore."

"I don't think my anything works," Brendon says, wiggling around a little until he's settled more comfortably against Spencer's chest. "Besides, I was there when you and Brent had that hot dog eating contest, and nothing will ever, ever be as gross as that. I had nightmares."

"That sounds like a challenge," Spencer says around a yawn, squeezing Brendon closer and tangling their feet together. Brendon rolls his eyes, and then rolls them again at himself when he realizes Spencer can't see him. Spencer had a point about the grossness, but Spencer is also warm and soft and comfortable, and Brendon can hear his heart beating, slow and steady under Brendon's ear.

"We're not gonna go clean up, are we?" Spencer asks after a minute or two of trailing his fingertips idly up and down Brendon's arm.

"Not even a little bit," Brendon answers, cuddling a little closer and smiling to himself when Spencer laughs.

Too Much of Not Enough, Brendon/werewolf!Spencer, NC-17

allfourinches — Sun, 31 Oct 2010 07:55:29 GMT

Title: Too Much of Not Enough
Authors: fallintosilence and boweryd
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brendon/werewolf!Spencer
Word Count: 3,600+
Summary: Brendon can totally win this bet. All he has to do is not jump Spencer. It's fine. No big deal. Even if it is the day before the full moon and Brendon feels like he's going to come if someone even looks at him sideways.
Warnings: Barebacking, orgasm denial, kitchen sex.
Author Notes: Takes place a few months after the werewolf!Spencer 'verse. Unbeta'd and written for disarm_d's Halloween Pornomeme here. Title from the Silverchair song of the same name.

"Good morning," Spencer says, kissing Brendon on the forehead. When Brendon finally comes to he takes a deep breath and has to grab onto the sheets tightly so he doesn't reach for Spencer's shoulders.

"Oh god," Brendon says, taking a shaky breath and then hissing when he breathes in Spencer's scent again. God, the way he smells. "I was hoping you'd forget."

"Are you forfeiting? Does that mean I win?" Spencer asks gleefully, sitting up in bed, and Brendon has to bite back a whine.

"It means I fucking hate you, oh my god. And no. No forfeiting. I'm not jumping you, am I?"

"No, but it looks like you really want to," Spencer says when he stands up. Brendon wants to feel vindicated because Spencer's clearly hard, his cock flushed and jutting out in front of him, but Brendon's too busy worrying about coming from the sheets sliding over his cock.

"Uggghh," Brendon groans into the pillow, and Spencer laughs as he pulls on his boxers.

-

Brendon can totally win this bet. All he has to do is not jump Spencer. It's fine. No big deal. Even if it is the day before the full moon and Brendon feels like he's going to come if someone even looks at him sideways.

"No jerking off in the shower. I'll be able to smell if you do, Brendon," Spencer warns, and Brendon slams the bathroom door and yells, "Yeah, well I don't even want to jerk off anyway! Screw you!"

Okay, maybe Brendon can't win this bet. Fuck.

-

"Stop it," Brendon hisses, throwing Spencer a dirty look.

"What?" Spencer asks. "I'm not doing anything."

"You're not wearing any pants," Brendon grits out.

"And? It's hot," Spencer says.

Brendon knows. Brendon knows because he's wearing jeans and a hoodie and he had been really, really tempted to wear two pairs of underwear just in case Spencer tried anything.

Not Spencer, though. Spencer's just lying there, half naked, stretched out on the sofa and arching his back and smelling so good that Brendon just wants to--

"What?" he snaps, because he can feel Spencer looking at him.

"Oh, nothing," Spencer says with a shrug. "I just think it's interesting that you keep getting more and more turned on, is all."

"I hate you," Brendon snaps, getting up. "Like, honestly, I don't even want to have sex with you because I hate you."

"That's not what your dick's saying," Spencer says, raising an eyebrow and grinning brightly.

"Hate," Brendon yells over his shoulder. "I'm going to do the dishes. The unsexy, gross dishes that you left out because you're a jackass and I hate you."

"Have fun!" Spencer calls out. "I'm just going to lie here. Thinking about how last month you were so impatient the day before the full moon that I woke up to you jerking me off."

"Shut up," Brendon yells, slamming a cabinet for emphasis.

"And then you fingered yourself with my come," Spencer says even louder, "so you could ride me. It was a good time."

"There is something wrong with you," Brendon shouts back, very pointedly not thinking about just how hot that had been. Stupid fucking Spencer.

-

The dishes are the kind of filthy that comes from a week of neglect and Brendon sighs and takes off his hoodie before filling up the sink. This was a pretty good idea in theory - there is nothing even remotely sexy about dried macaroni and cheese that won't come out of the pot - but just being in the same house as Spencer is slowly driving Brendon crazy. Especially since Spencer doesn't seem to be doing anything but getting progressively more and more turned on until it's all Brendon can smell, no matter how much lemon zest dish soap he squirts into the sink.

Even after five months, Brendon still isn't quite used to the heightened senses thing, and it takes a couple of seconds for him to hear the low, grumbled moan over the sound of the faucet. "Stop it, assbag," he yells. "If I can't jerk off, you can't jerk off."

"You realize you don't have to yell, right?" Spencer says, his voice low and rough. "We can both hear each other just fine today."

"Yelling makes me feel better," Brendon says, purposefully yelling even louder than before. "Now stop jerking off."

"I'm not," Spencer huffs. "I'm just... touching. That makes me feel better."

"Touching yourself is touching yourself," Brendon snaps. "Now get in here."

"But," Spencer says, and Brendon can smell it when his arousal flares. Spencer is such a fucking jackass.

"Now," Brendon yells. "You clearly can't be trusted on your own."

"Whatever," Spencer mumbles, walking reluctantly into the kitchen.

"You're such a brat," Brendon says, rolling his eyes and turning back to the sink.

"We have a dishwasher, you know," Spencer says.

"Yeah, but sadly our dishwasher is not a robot who can scrub four days worth of dried, melted cheese off of things."

"I love it when you talk dirty," Spencer says, and Brendon can hear the smirk in his voice.

"At least help me dry," Brendon says, rolling his eyes. "You sitting back there and staring at my ass isn't helping anything."

"Oh, I don't know," Spencer says, and Brendon can smell it when he gets a little more turned on. "It's kind of helping me."

"Dry," Brendon hisses.

Spencer walks over to the sink, purposefully leaning in close to Brendon when he reaches for the dish rag. Brendon sucks in a sharp breath and scrubs at the bowl a little harder than necessary, the smell of Spencer filling his nose and his mouth whenever Brendon breathes in. Brendon can feel the way his whole body throbs with need, hot and almost dizzy with it, and he rinses the bowl off shakily and shoves it at Spencer to dry.

"You're being so unfair," Brendon mumbles, reaching for some forks to wash, and he can't help the way his whole body shudders when Spencer leans in and whispers in his ear, "Try living with this every day."

Spencer presses himself behind Brendon to put the bowl away after drying it, and when Brendon feels Spencer's body warm behind his, the hard line of his cock digging into Brendon's lower back, Brendon snaps. He drops the silverware he was mostly just pretending to wash and leans back into Spencer, moaning softly when Spencer automatically drops his mouth down to Brendon's neck. Spencer tosses the bowl in the general direction of the rack, and Brendon can't even bring himself to care when he hears it hit the counter and break, because Spencer is gripping onto Brendon's hips, pulling Brendon back against his body as he grinds his hips forward. Spencer growls low in his throat and sucks at the side of Brendon's neck, scraping his teeth over Brendon's skin. Brendon tips his head back onto Spencer's shoulder, baring his neck, and it isn't until Spencer's hand reaches for the fly of his jeans that Brendon remembers.

"Hey," he shouts, stomping down on Spencer's foot and turning around when Spencer yelps and jumps back. "Uh uh! No. Bad. Bad Spencer!"

"My foot," Spencer says sadly, glaring at Brendon and reaching down to rub at his toes. "That hurt."

"Oh get over it, you have super werewolf strength, you barely felt that," Brendon says, shaking his head a little in an effort to stop thinking about Spencer's dick.

"It hurts that you would do it in the first place," Spencer mumbles. "It hurts my heart."

"Oh my god, shut up," Brendon groans, slumping back against the sink and giving serious thought to locking himself in a room somewhere far, far away from Spencer and his stupid hotness. "You attacked me," Brendon says, "I'm pretty sure that means I win."

"I did not," Spencer says, stepping forward. "I was just putting up a dish, you're the one who was all--" he flaps his hands around a little, staring at Brendon accusingly.

"I was a dying bird?" Brendon asks.

"You got all leany, and then you put your stupid neck right in my face. What was I supposed to do?"

"I'd have started with not breaking a bowl and then molesting me," Brendon suggests.

"You told me to come in here," Spencer says, "I was perfectly happy on my own in the living room--"

"Molesting yourself?"

"You're the one who started this whole stupid bet, you know," Spencer says with a huff, stalking forward until he's pressed close against Brendon again. Brendon bites down on the inside of his cheek, trying not to think about the way Spencer's cock is pressing into his hip, the way Brendon can smell him through his boxers. Brendon's going to say something, he really is, but all of a sudden Spencer's hands are everywhere and his mouth is on Brendon's and somehow Brendon's reached up to tangle his hands in Spencer's hair. Brendon honestly doesn't know who moved first, but he can figure that out later, because oh my god does it feel good to finally kiss Spencer again.

"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, you should fuck me," Brendon babbles, his mouth open against Spencer's while he squirms forward, trying to rub his cock against Spencer's through his jeans, and Spencer laughs into Brendon's mouth.

"Yeah, I got that. Fuck, why are you wearing jeans--" Spencer groans, his fingers fumbling with the button and zip of Brendon's jeans until they're open and Spencer can tug Brendon's cock out of his underwear.

"To prevent this exact thing from happening," Brendon chokes out, his body jerking forward when Spencer's hand strokes over his cock, already wet with pre-come. "Spencer. Spencer, I can't--"

"Give me two seconds." Spencer sounds out of breath already, leaning heavy into Brendon and pulling his own cock out of his underwear until there's skin brushing against skin and Brendon thinks he's going to die, trying to hold out like this. Spencer fits his hand around both of their cocks and jerks them off roughly, his fist slick from pre-come. Brendon's just trying to stay upright, trying not to focus on the smell or the way the swollen head of his cock keeps bumping Spencer's or the way his whole body flushes when Spencer leans in and sucks at Brendon's bottom lip.

"Spencer," Brendon whines, grabbing onto Spencer's shoulders and digging his fingers in, arching forward with Spencer's hand. "Please, please, I need--"

"Yeah, Brendon, come on," Spencer groans. Brendon closes his eyes and lets himself focus on the heat building low in his stomach, blinking his eyes back open when he feels something wet over his cock. Spencer's coming, hunched over with his head tilted onto Brendon's shoulder, and that's more than enough for Brendon. He squeezes at Spencer's shoulders and comes while Spencer's still slowly jerking them off, his hips pressing forward and pushing his cock wetly against Spencer's.

Brendon's still not quite used to staying hard like this, and he shivers a little as Spencer's hand drags up and down the length of his cock. "Shit," he breathes out, reaching up with shaking hands to grab at Spencer's hair and tilt his head up for a kiss.

Spencer makes a happy, rumbling noise and squeezes at his cock before pulling back from Brendon's mouth. "Take your shirt off," Spencer says as he pushes his boxers down one-handed and then drops to his knees, never letting go of Brendon's cock.

"Huh?" Brendon says, because, well, huh?

"Take your shirt off," Spencer repeats. "It just gets in the way."

"The way of-- oh fuck," Brendon gasps out as Spencer sinks his mouth down over Brendon's cock without warning, licking at the head and making a pleased noise that vibrates against Brendon's cock in a really, really nice way.

"You taste so good," Spencer says, pulling off wetly and then licking over the length of Brendon's cock. Brendon groans and yanks his shirt up over his head as Spencer cleans his cock. Every now and then Brendon will stop and seriously think about just how strange his life has become, but now is so, so not the time, because Spencer is pushing two fingers against his hole, wet with their come.

Brendon tosses his shirt over his head and then cringes when he hears a splash as it lands in the sink full of dishes, but then Spencer's pressing his fingers in, the slide made easy with their come, and sucking Brendon's cock back into his mouth.

Brendon's oversensitive and still hard and caught between trying to focus on Spencer's mouth and his fingers at the same time. He just spreads his legs wider, though, hands unsteady on Spencer's shoulders as Spencer's fingers drag in and out, stretching Brendon, making him wish he was a lot more bendy so he could get at Spencer's cock right now.

Spencer pulls off for a second, catching his breath and licking up the side of Brendon's cock, adding a third finger to Brendon's ass and twisting them in deep. Brendon hisses, bearing down against Spencer's fingers, and Spencer nips a little at Brendon's thigh, right next to his cock.

"Oh my god, just fuck me," Brendon groans, shuddering when Spencer's fingers press into his prostate.

"You sure?" Spencer asks, rubbing at Brendon's prostate deliberately.

"Yes," Brendon groans, his hips jerking forward, cock bumping against Spencer's lips. Spencer grins and opens his mouth, licking the pre-come from Brendon's cock, and Brendon is about a second away from pushing Spencer down on the floor and riding him. Which actually might be kind of hot, huh.

"Okay, okay," Spencer says, pulling back and looking around the kitchen with wide eyes. "Counter? Or the table? Or should we just--"

"Now," Brendon says, clenching down around Spencer's fingers and tugging at his hair.

"Impatient," Spencer says, smirking up at him, but Brendon can't really complain because Spencer's finally pulling his fingers out and getting to his feet. "Hey," he says, leaning in and kissing Brendon soft and sweet.

"Uh huh, hi," Brendon says, petting at Spencer's hair for a second before grabbing him by the wrist and tugging him across the kitchen. He ignores Spencer's snort of laughter and pushes the chair at the head of the table off to the side, bending over the table and widening his stance. "Come on," he says, resisting the urge to actually wiggle his ass. He would never live that one down.

"I can't believe we've never done this before," Spencer says in a low voice, leaning down so he can press himself over Brendon's back, licking at the sweat on the back of Brendon's neck. Brendon pushes back immediately, but as much as he tries he can't actually get Spencer's cock inside like this.

"Yeah, what a shame, let's fix that now," Brendon groans, and Spencer finally straightens up and gets his fingers wet with spit, sliding them over Brendon's hole before lining up and pressing his cock in.

"Oh my god," Brendon moans, grabbing at the sides of the table and spreading his legs farther apart. "Yes, yes, yes." The slide burns a little but Brendon and Spencer would have already had sex twenty times today if not for the stupid bet, so Brendon really doesn't care. He pushes back with Spencer's thrusts, his cock sliding across the surface of the table and Spencer's hands tight on his hips. It's so good, it's fucking awesome, and Brendon doesn't even feel guilty for how close he is.

"Spencer, Spence," Brendon pants, and then he's coming, going tight around Spencer and shifting his hips so his own cock slides over the table while he rides out his orgasm. "Fuck," Brendon groans, letting go of the table and standing up on his tip-toes so he can lean back, just sort of grinding down over Spencer's cock. He knows Spencer's close, he can smell it, which never gets less weird and hot.

"Brendon," Spencer groans, nosing at Brendon's neck and biting down on his shoulder as he comes, hot and deep inside of Brendon. "Shit," Spencer gasps, licking over the sore spot on Brendon's shoulder. "Sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry, you just have to keep fucking me," Brendon says, bracing his hands on the table and shifting back on Spencer's cock.

"I guess there's no reason not to," Spencer says, grabbing at Brendon's hips and thrusting in deeper. "Since you already lost and everything."

"Wait," Brendon says, stilling his hips. "What the fuck?"

"You lost," Spencer says, trying to pull Brendon closer. "But let's not focus on that, let's just--"

"No," Brendon says, elbowing Spencer in the stomach just hard enough to make him pull back, and then turning around. "I did not."

"Would you stop hurting me?" Spencer says, rubbing at his stomach. "Domestic abuse still counts even if I'm a werewolf, asshole."

"I did not lose," Brendon says, ignoring Spencer's stupid lying, pouting face. "You lost. You're the one who started rubbing your dick on me."

"You're the one who called me in here and then begged me to fuck you," Spencer says, still frowning at Brendon and rubbing his stomach. "Plus you keep hurting me."

"Oh my god, get over it," Brendon says, rolling his eyes and leaning back against the table. "And I did not beg. I'm just saying, you don't rub your dick all over someone and then not fuck them when it's your stupid werewolf pheromones making them horny in the first place."

"Oh, really?" Spencer asks, quirking his eyebrow. "Is there some kind of etiquette book for situations like these? Because that seems sort of like a niche market."

"I did not lose," Brendon says, crossing his arms over his chest and staring pointedly at Spencer.

"You realize it's really hard to take you seriously when you're naked in our kitchen, right?" Spencer asks, smirking.

"You seemed perfectly fine with fucking me naked in our kitchen," Brendon points out.

"Only because you begged," Spencer says.

"Oh would you just admit that you lost already?" Brendon says. "It's not that big of a deal, anyway, I can pretty much guarantee that what I'm going to ask for is nowhere near as gross or kinky as what you would ask for."

"I don't know that," Spencer says. "You're the one who wanted to bet for sex stuff in the first place, that makes it seem like something you couldn't just ask me for."

"Well you seemed awful eager to take me up on it," Brendon says. "Because I've already told you, you're not peeing on me again."

"That was one time, and I've already apologized like seventeen times," Spencer says, blushing a little. "Besides, mine's not weird. I just wanted to try maybe, like, a foot thing."

"A foot thing?" Brendon asks. "Can you clear that up? Because there are lots of places to go with that, and not all of them are good."

"You get all squirmy when I rub your feet, okay?" Spencer says, shrugging. "I just thought this would be a good excuse to ask."

"Oh," Brendon says, because that's almost sweet, in a weird way. "I guess that's not that weird."

"See," Spencer mumbles.

"Since we're sharing," Brendon says, his voice a little softer too, "I just wanted-- I sort of wanted you to be rough with me."

Spencer blinks. "I'm already a werewolf. Do you mean, like... whips and chains?"

"Yeah, no, I didn't say I wanted you to be my sexy BDSM master. Just, I don't know, sometimes you get really close to losing it, to forgetting about control and holding back, and I want that. I want you to bite and hold on too tight and hold me down in bed and not say sorry afterward. And now that I say it out loud it sounds totally weird, so let's just pretend--"

"Hey," Spencer says, stepping forward and kissing Brendon slowly, probably just to shut him up. "That's not weird at all. It's just hard to lose control, you know? I don't ever want to really hurt you."

"I know," Brendon says, petting Spencer's sweaty bangs off his forehead. "But you won't. I trust you." Spencer rolls his eyes a little and leans his head against Brendon's hand, and now that Spencer's close again, Brendon's reminded of how they're both still hard, how Brendon's still a little sticky and open. He puts his arms around Spencer's neck and leans up to kiss him again, harder, moaning when Spencer's teeth dig into his lip. Spencer lifts him a little, sitting him on the table, and Brendon grins against his mouth and wraps his legs around Spencer's hips.

"If you admit that you lost," Brendon says trailing his mouth over to Spencer's ear and pressing closer to grind his cock against Spencer's, "not only can we have more sex right now, but I'll let you do the foot thing too."

Spencer pauses, and Brendon snorts out a laugh.

"Really? I'm offering you kinky foot sex and you have to think about it? I didn't know werewolves had such fragile egos."

Spencer rolls his eyes, sliding his hands underneath Brendon's ass on the table and squeezing. "Says the guy who just offered me kinky foot sex just so I'd tell him he won."

"Okay, okay," Brendon says, squirming and tilting his head back so Spencer can kiss his neck. "We both win. Now you should carry me upstairs and fuck me again, the table's kind of uncomfortable. And covered in jizz."

"Deal," Spencer says, hoisting him up and heading for the stairs. "But I am not cleaning your jizz off the table later."

Another Dimension, With Voyeuristic Intention, Spencer/past!Brendon, NC-17

allfourinches — Fri, 13 Aug 2010 21:23:38 GMT

Title: Another Dimension, With Voyeuristic Intention
Authors: fallintosilence and boweryd
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spencer/past!Brendon
Word Count: 8,400+
Summary: "I'm really supposed to believe that Pete created time travel. And that it actually worked. And that you went back into the past and sent yourself here so that we could have sex."
Warnings: Barebacking, rimming, overstimulation, age difference (though everyone is legal).
Author Notes: Written for the kink bingo prompt "virginity/celibacy." Thanks to untappedbeauty for the awesome as always beta and to disarm_d for looking over this and cheerleading. Yes, the title is from The Rocky Horror Picture Show. It was either that or stick with the working title, which was "Time Travelin' Like A Boss." We are not ashamed.

"What," Spencer says, jumping out of bed so quickly that he almost falls flat on his face. He kind of forgot about being naked, though, which-- wow, is he ever naked. He grabs his pillow from the bed and holds it in front of himself, and then tries to make his mouth say words. "No," he manages to get out. "No, what the fuck."

"I'm here from the past," Brendon says, totally naked and totally relaxed and totally sprawled out on the mattress, trying to crane his neck to see around the pillow. "We're supposed to have sex. That's what I told me."

"I... what," Spencer says, almost dropping his pillow. Brendon grins. "No. What? Why are you... you. Where's the real you? The now you? The you who's not, like, twelve?"

"I'm eighteen," Brendon says, sounding a little offended. "And Future Me is now in the past, sleeping with Past You. It all makes sense when you think about it. I have a note."

"No, but. I. What?" Spencer asks.

-

"Oh my god, this is so delicious," Brendon says, shoveling eggs in his mouth. "When did you learn to cook like this? Do cooking skills, like, come with the beard?"

"Brendon."

"But you have a beard! Spencer's going to be so excited. Spencer from the past, I mean. The Spencer that isn't you yet. Can I touch it later?"

"No, seriously," Spencer says. "Seriously, more about... everything. You said you'd tell me after I fed you. I've fed you, so what the fuck?"

Brendon ignores Spencer in favor of shoveling more eggs into his mouth. Spencer thinks, What is it with teenage boys and food? and hates himself immediately for it because he woke up naked in his bed with a naked teenage Brendon. Spencer's a little worried that he's gone insane, and Brendon's not talking, he's just eating.

"Brendon," Spencer says, sliding Brendon's plate away. "Tell me now, or no more food."

"Fine, geez," Brendon says. "So last night I just, like, showed up in my room in Maryland and told myself to have sex with you." He smiles brightly at Spencer and wiggles his fingers toward the plate.

"Yeah," Spencer says. "Yeah, no, what? You were in bed with me last night. Well, not you you, now you. You who is not 18 years old."

"I know, right?" Brendon says. "I didn't believe me at first either. I mean, I always figured I might eventually convince you to make out with me, but, like, wow. We're, like, together together. That's weird."

"Yes, it's very weird for you, I'm sure, but not as weird as waking up with your boyfriend's 18-year-old self in your bed. Naked."

"You were naked," Brendon says.

"That is not the point."

"Give me back my eggs," Brendon says, "and we'll talk."

-

Brendon finishes another plate of eggs while Spencer fidgets impatiently and pretends he isn't watching closely for similarities between this Brendon and his Brendon. It's weird, seriously fucking weird, and Spencer has to keep stopping himself before he does something stupid, like brush Brendon's shaggy hair out of his face or push Brendon's glasses up the bridge of his nose - stuff he's used to doing to his Brendon without even thinking about it. Spencer's kind of zoned out, and it takes him a minute to realize that Brendon's shoved his plate aside and is digging around in the pockets of his sweatpants that Spencer insisted he put back on.

"I gave me - Brendon gave me? - a note for you. To explain stuff. He said you would appreciate an explanation."

"How kind of him," Spencer says dryly.

Brendon clears his throat and nudges his glasses straight and reads the note out loud. All two and half pages of it.

"And so that's how Pete created time travel while trying to build a robot. I promise I'm not lying even though you think I'm lying, and don't get pissed at me, I didn't know anything about this until Ashlee called at 3 am because Pete had gone crazy. I tried to wake you up. You hit me. Now stop making that face and go fuck Past Me, trust me, this is a great idea. PS - We need milk," Brendon finishes reading five minutes later, handing Spencer the piece of notebook paper with Brendon's handwriting all over it.

"Wait," Spencer says after he looks the note over, rubbing at his temples, "what?"

"Huh," Brendon says quietly, and when Spencer meets his eyes Brendon is looking at him, considering and a little sad.

"What?" Spencer asks again.

"You still do that," he says. "My Spencer does that all the time. Past Spencer, I mean," Brendon corrects himself, blushing a little.

"So," Spencer says after a moment, trying to ignore the sudden rush of affection he's feeling. "I'm really supposed to believe that Pete created time travel. And that it actually worked. And that you went back into the past and sent yourself here so that we could have sex."

"Yes," Brendon says, looking hopefully back and forth between his plate and the skillet on the stove. "Weren't you listening when I read that note?"

"Yes, I was-- that's not the point," Spencer says, pointedly grabbing Brendon's plate and bringing it to the sink. "Even if I thought there was any way that trusting Pete to bend the fabric of space and time was a good idea, why in the fuck was your first idea to use it to get laid?"

"Sounds good to me," Brendon says, shrugging.

"Of course it does. You are you," Spencer says with a sigh, trying not to think too hard about the ridiculousness of that statement.

"So," Brendon says a moment later, shifting a little on his stool. "About that sex."

-

"Why not?" Brendon says for like the sixteenth time as they play Halo. "We're dating."

"We are not dating," Spencer says as he kills Brendon's guy. "Twenty-three-year-old you and I are dating."

"Oh shit, dude, this is so much harder than the regular Halo. And what's the difference?"

"Five years," Spencer says. "Besides, won't that, like, change the course of history or something?"

"Nah," Brendon says, scooting closer to Spencer on the couch. "What?" he says when Spencer shoots him a look. "I can see the screen better. And seriously, don't worry, Pete said that the only way something could go wrong is if you, like, shoot Future Me in the past."

"Oh, well, if Pete says," Spencer says, rolling his eyes. "Still no," he repeats a second later, picking up the hand Brendon just tried to casually rest on his thigh.

"Why not," Brendon says, tossing his controller on the sofa and turning to stare at Spencer. "Come on, what's it going to hurt?"

"Because I'm not-- you're--" Spencer stops for a second, swallowing. "I know," he says. "I know you haven't slept with anyone yet, and I'm not going to... it's weird."

Brendon blushes, glancing down at the floor. "Look," he says. "Look, you can't ever tell me, like, other me, that I told you this. He made me promise. But I guess that his, my, our? The first time I have sex is apparently really, really terrible."

"No it's not," Spencer says. "You brag for days about it. Ryan forbids you from talking about your dick for like a month."

"Yeah, that wasn't actually my first time," Brendon says, fidgeting. "I didn't just like... I mean I wasn't all, 'Oh! Sure! I'll totally go into the future and have sex with Spencer, right on, man!' I asked questions, okay, and he lied. To you. To, like, everyone."

"Wait, but--"

"It wasn't with Audrey. Who, by the way, is apparently super hot, so, like, go Future Me. It was some guy, at an after party on New Years? He didn't tell me a lot, just that it sucked and it wasn't fun at all and that he wished he could go back in time and change things, and that he wanted--"

"Oh, fuck," Spencer says after taking a second to think about it, because fuck. The only after party they've been to on New Years was after their performance in Times Square. And he remembers that night, and that party, and that guy, and he remembers how evasive Brendon's been every single time Spencer's ever brought it up. "Why didn't you-- he, why didn't he just tell me?"

"It seemed like it really sucked," Brendon shrugs, his voice a little sad. "I don't want-- it sounds like a good idea. I mean, if we're together now, it's going to happen anyway, and it's not like I wouldn't have." Brendon stops, fidgeting again, a nervous habit he still has, and then looks up at Spencer, his eyes wide. "Look," he says. "If you had asked, then, I would have-- you would have been my first anyway," he says, shrugging and dropping his gaze. "And I was, I mean Future Me, just wanted to give it a shot, I guess. If he could."

"And sleeping with Past Me fits into this plan how?" Spencer asks, quirking an eyebrow.

"Have you seen Past You?" Brendon asks, waggling his eyebrows.

"Brendon," Spencer says, rolling his eyes. "I can't just--"

Brendon leans over and kisses him, hesitantly, his hand curling in the collar of Spencer's t-shirt.

"Brendon," Spencer says again, pulling back.

"No," Brendon says, crawling closer and settling himself in Spencer's lap. "Future Me was really, really adamant about this. And he said that if you tried to be all noble and wise, I'd have to take initiative. So this is me," Brendon says, leaning back in, "taking initiative."

Spencer is going to push him off, he really is, but then Brendon leans in and sucks at Spencer's jaw, right under his ear, and seriously. Fucking Brendon.

"Let me guess," Spencer says. "Future You told you about that too?"

"Yep," Brendon says, pulling back and grinning. "He also mentioned a lot of other things. Some of them I'm not sure I can do? And one or two of them I'm pretty sure weren't real things because, like, I don't ever foresee a point where I'm actually into--"

"Okay," Spencer says. "Okay, let's just not finish that."

"Maybe," Brendon says, "we can do something else with our mouths."

"Just for the record," Spencer says, "you never get any smoother."

"I'm still in your lap," Brendon points out. "Which I'm counting as a win."

"About that," Spencer says, and he has every intention of moving Brendon off of him, he really, honestly does, but then Brendon's biting his lip and looking down at Spencer with wide eyes, and Spencer just freezes.

"Please?" Brendon asks, shifting forward on Spencer's lap and letting his hands settle on Spencer's shoulders. "I want to, please?"

He's so young and earnest and Spencer remembers this Brendon, remembers being so stupid for this Brendon that he would have done anything Brendon asked of him. Apparently not that much has changed in five years, because Spencer leans in and kisses him.

Brendon makes a noise against Spencer's mouth and presses closer, his fingers flexing against Spencer's shoulders. Spencer bumps his nose into Brendon's glasses when he tilts his head, and he pulls back just enough to push them back up the bridge of Brendon's nose.

"Sorry," Brendon says, reaching up to take them off. "I hate these things."

"I don't," Spencer says, setting them on the side table. "I always really loved those glasses on you."

Brendon blushes, ducking his head, and Spencer can't help but lean back in and kiss Brendon again, sucking Brendon's bottom lip between his own just to hear him gasp. It's weird - really weird - because this Brendon still kisses the same as his Brendon, just more hesitantly, a little sloppier. Spencer pulls back for a second, waiting until Brendon lets his eyes blink open slowly.

"Have you ever even kissed anyone?" Spencer asks.

"Yeah, of course," Brendon says, tensing up. "Totally. Once. On the cheek. In a play."

"Oh my god," Spencer says. "Oh my god, I'm going to go to hell."

"Wait," Brendon says, "wait, am I doing it wrong? Because Future Me offered to show me but I was kind of worried about, like, paradoxes and black holes and stuff."

"Why is that not surprising even a little bit?" Spencer groans, tipping his head back against the couch.

Brendon leans in and kisses tentatively at Spencer's throat, his teeth nipping just above Spencer's adam's apple, and Spencer makes a noise that he is not entirely proud of.

"Oh my god," Spencer says, his hands gripping Brendon's hips. "I'm going to kill you. Future You. I'm going to-- oh my god," he says again, when Brendon's lips drop to suck over Spencer's collarbone.

"I'm doing this right," Brendon says, grinning against Spencer's skin. It's not a question. "We can just skip the whole kissing thing and get to the good stuff. You should take off your pants so I can do that thing to your thighs."

"Yeah, okay," Spencer says, straightening up. "No."

"No? Why no?" Brendon asks.

"We're not going to just--" Spencer says, breaking off and lifting Brendon off of his lap. "If we're going to do this, we're doing it right," he says. "The whole point is to give you a good first time, so we're not just going to skip kissing. That's a dick move. C'mon," Spencer says, grabbing Brendon's hand and tugging him toward the stairs. "You're not losing your virginity on our leather couch. That thing's a pain in the ass to clean."

"That's touching," Brendon says, but he's grinning happily and sticking close to Spencer as they head up the stairs.

-

Brendon's just as fumbly and aggressive when they get to the bedroom, stepping closer and closer to Spencer until the back of Spencer's knees hit the edge of the mattress. Brendon has to lean up on his tiptoes to sling his arm around Spencer's neck, but then he's tugging his head down, kissing Spencer firmly on the mouth.

"Fuck," Spencer breathes into Brendon's mouth, kissing back hard and reaching down for Brendon's waist, squeezing at his hips. Brendon moans, the sound quiet and rough in his throat, and heat twists low in Spencer's stomach. There's something unbelievably hot about Brendon being so new at this, being so desperate for all of it. Spencer is going to hell.

Brendon keeps moving his lips with Spencer's, his hands coming down to grab at Spencer's arms and then going for the hem of his shirt. He gets it most of the way up without breaking the kiss, and Spencer finally pulls back, laughing.

"Brendon, Brendon, slow down."

"Why?" Brendon huffs, yanking Spencer's shirt up over his head and looking very pleased with himself as he stares at Spencer's chest. His hands go for the waistband of Spencer's pants, and then Spencer's grabbing firmly at Brendon's hips, turning them around and settling Brendon down on the mattress. Brendon shouts, "Hey!" when his back hits the bed, but Spencer just kneels over Brendon, leaning in and watching the way Brendon's eyes get wide and dark. Spencer can see the flush on Brendon's cheeks better like this, notices the way Brendon's teeth dig into his bottom lip.

"Are we done with kissing yet? That was enough kissing, right?"

"Shut up," Spencer mumbles, leaning down and brushing his lips lightly over Brendon's. Brendon strains up, trying to get closer and deepen the kiss, and Spencer nips at his lips. "I said slow down," he says against Brendon's lips. Brendon makes a noise that's half turned on and half impatient, and Spencer grins as he presses his lips back to Brendon's, kissing him slowly, deeply. He waits until Brendon starts to relax beneath him, kissing back slowly.

"See?" Spencer says, pulling back just enough to meet Brendon's eyes. "Isn't this better than ripping my pants off?"

"No," Brendon replies immediately, squirming beneath Spencer and trying to lean up far enough to reach his mouth.

"Really?" Spencer asks, smirking. "Because you seem like you're enjoying it."

"Future Me didn't mention you were such a tease," Brendon groans, dropping his head back to the mattress. "A tease with a prickly beard."

"I'm not a tease," Spencer says, trailing his lips softly down Brendon's throat and biting back a groan when Brendon gasps out and arches up. "I'm just thorough."

"Very thorough," Brendon says breathlessly, his hands scrambling at Spencer's back when Spencer starts to suck at his skin. "Spencer, Spencer, shit," Brendon gasps, his hips jerking up.

"Shh," Spencer says, but he drags his lips away from Brendon's neck, kissing Brendon slowly again. Spencer's not exactly sure how he manages to keep kissing like that, soft and steady and pulling back when Brendon tries to rush things. He's kind of proud of his willpower, he has to say, because Brendon is warm and squirming beneath him, and this is the first time Brendon's ever, ever done this.

Brendon holds out for longer than Spencer was expecting, but eventually he reaches up and splays his hands over Spencer's back, his shoulders, trying to tug him closer. Spencer can't exactly blame him, so he starts to kiss harder, dragging Brendon's lip between his teeth. Brendon's breath hitches and his hips start to press up more insistently where Spencer's pressing him down into the bed.

"More, c'mon," Brendon pants, arching his hips, but Spencer just grins into Brendon's neck and starts to kiss at the skin there. He trails his lips up the line of Brendon's jaw, sucking right under Brendon's ear and letting his teeth scrape when Brendon gasps and his hips buck up. "Oh."

"Told you kissing was worth it," Spencer mumbles before he can help himself, but Brendon just whines, reaching up and grabbing a little at Spencer's hair.

"You were right," Brendon says after a minute, his voice coming out low and strained. "I believe you now. But I bet the actual sex isn't worth it at all. You should prove me wrong again."

Spencer snorts out a laugh against Brendon's neck, rolling his eyes. "Very subtle," he says, but he really can't argue. He's tempted to keep teasing, but Brendon's already as worked up as if Spencer's been sucking his dick for ten minutes. Spencer finally gives in and rolls his hips down, letting Brendon arch up with him, and Brendon makes this raw and broken noise that goes straight to Spencer's cock. He presses his hips down again, his teeth grazing over Brendon's neck when he sucks hard at the skin there, and it takes him a second to realize what's going on when Brendon cries out and shudders underneath Spencer, rolling his hips up and then finally slumping back down.

"Shit," Brendon gasps out, his face already starting to flush a dark red, and Spencer just stares down at him with wide eyes, bringing one hand up to stroke at Brendon's hair.

"Are you okay? Did you really just--"

"Sorry, sorry, I knew I'd fuck this up," Brendon groans, turning his head to the side and making like he wants to push Spencer off. Spencer keeps Brendon pinned underneath him, though, kissing him hard on the mouth and ignoring it when Brendon whines.

"Brendon, Brendon. That was so hot, holy fuck. Was that okay?"

Brendon snorts, the blush only faded a little. "I just came in my pants from making out and you're asking me if I'm okay? Seriously? I want to die."

"That is really not an option," Spencer groans, pushing Brendon's t-shirt up to his neck so he can kiss down his chest. Brendon's breath hitches and Spencer has another brief attack of going to hell, going to hell before he starts sucking kisses down Brendon's stomach, swirling his tongue in the dip of Brendon's bellybutton and reaching down to tug off his sweatpants.

"Spencer, wha--" Brendon tries, sitting up, but Spencer holds his arm strong across Brendon's waist and tugs his pants down, heat curling low in his stomach when he sees that Brendon's still half-hard and come is drying on his thighs. Spencer leans in without thinking, licking at Brendon's cock, and Brendon gasps loudly, his hips jerking away.

"Whatever happened to skipping kissing?" Spencer asks with a smirk, and Brendon just groans, flopping back down on the bed dramatically and wiggling out of his shirt.

"What is wrong with you, I already came, you don't have to--" Spencer sucks the head of Brendon's cock into his mouth "--oohhh, oh god, that's. Your mouth, Spencer, Spencer," Brendon babbles, his hands reaching down to grab helplessly at the sheets. "I don't-- what do I even do?" Brendon gasps, his hips jerking.

Spencer pulls off with a loud wet noise, mostly on purpose to see Brendon blush, and grins up at him. "I'll hold your hips down so you don't choke me," Spencer says, "and you can touch my head if you want, but don't try to push it down."

"Oh, oh right," Brendon says. "Your hair, Future Me told me about pulling your hair."

"Of course he did," Spencer says, rolling his eyes. "Now seriously, just don't overthink it," Spencer says, leaning down to suck at Brendon's hipbone.

"Right," Brendon says, squirming under Spencer's hands as Spencer sucks at the inside of his thighs. "Right, okay, I can do that." His hips are twitching up not-so-subtly, and Spencer grins, nosing at the base of Brendon's cock and licking up slowly.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Brendon gasps, his hands tightening in the sheets. He reaches up and settles his hand on the back of Spencer's head lightly, and Spencer can feel Brendon's hand shaking a little.

"Shh," he whispers, his lips pressed right under the head of Brendon's cock, already hard again. "Just relax, it's okay. I've got you."

"You are talking on my dick," Brendon says shakily. "How am I supposed to relax?"

Spencer doesn't answer, just sinks his mouth down over Brendon's cock, not wasting any time in sucking hard and letting his tongue press up hard under the head of Brendon's cock, just the way his Brendon likes. Past Brendon is also apparently a fan, if the way he yells out hoarsely and tugs hard on Spencer's hair is any indication.

"Oh my god," he gasps brokenly. "Spencer, Spencer, oh my god, you've got to stop," he says, pulling on Spencer's hair and pushing at his shoulder. "Please, please, if you don't stop I'm going to come again and I want--"

"What do you want?" Spencer asks, pulling away reluctantly and staring up at Brendon where he's spread out and panting, flushed all the way down his chest.

"I want what--" Brendon chokes out, "what we said, I want you to fuck me, I-- Future Me said it's good, it's so good, that you always make it feel amazing and I--"

"Jesus," Spencer groans, kissing at the head of Brendon's cock and then up his belly, his throat, his jaw, only stopping when he reaches Brendon's lips and kisses him deep and wet.

Brendon makes a surprised noise and arches up, licking hesitantly over Spencer's lips. Spencer can't help the way his stomach twists up hotly when he realizes Brendon's tasting himself, that this is the first time Brendon has ever, ever done this.

"What?" Brendon asks, pulling back slowly and blinking up at Spencer. "What do we do now?"

Spencer's head swims with all the ways he could answer that question, with all the things he could do to Brendon, do for the first time, but it doesn't take him long to settle on something.

"Lean back," Spencer tells Brendon, grabbing a pillow and lifting Brendon's hips up so he can put it beneath Brendon's body. "Hold your legs up for me."

"Aren't we supposed to, like, fingers and stuff?" Brendon says nervously. "Because I've never even..."

"I know," Spencer says, sitting back on his heels and kissing at the inside of Brendon's knee. "Don't worry, we're not going to rush anything. I'm going to take care of you, okay?"

Brendon nods shakily, his eyes wide, and Spencer can't help it, he shifts back up and kisses Brendon softly, sweetly until Brendon relaxes under him.

"Want to know something funny?" Spencer asks when he pulls back, guiding Brendon's hands until he pulls his own legs back up. "I was the first person to do this to Future Brendon too."

"Do what?" Brendon asks. "I still don't understand what-- holy Spencer, what are you--?" Brendon gasps, jerking away when Spencer leans down and licks slowly over Brendon's hole.

"Trust me," Spencer says, laying a steadying hand on Brendon's belly. "You love this. If you want to stop, that's okay, but just try it, okay?"

Brendon nods shakily, closing his eyes and tipping his head back. Spencer watches his throat move as he swallows heavily, and drops a kiss on Brendon's thigh when he drops his head back down.

He starts slow, licking lightly around Brendon's hole, soft and teasing. It doesn't take long before Brendon's shifting beneath him impatiently, his hips pressing up against Spencer's tongue. Spencer starts to lick more firmly, long strokes that make Brendon's thighs tremble and his fingers flex where he's holding onto his knees.

"Spencer," Brendon says roughly. "Spencer, I don't know how to-- this feels--"

"Shh," Spencer whispers against Brendon's skin. "Relax, so we can get you ready."

"Yes," Brendon says, adjusting his grip on his legs. "Yes, please, I want--" he trails off into a moan when Spencer points his tongue and presses inside just a little bit, just enough to feel Brendon tense up. "Oh my god," he gasps. "Oh my god."

Spencer licks deeper, rubbing softly around Brendon's rim with his fingers as he licks inside. Brendon's moans get lower and more desperate until he's just panting heavily and pushing his hips forward, trying to get Spencer's tongue deeper.

"Spence," he says breathlessly. "You-- everything makes me want to come, I can't help it, I need--"

"Shh," Spencer says again, pulling back and petting softly at Brendon's thighs. "Hey, it's okay, let's just stop for a second."

"No," Brendon says desperately, "I don't want to stop, I want--"

"I know," Spencer says, reaching up and unclenching Brendon's fingers, easing his legs down. "I know, and we will, but I don't want it to be too much. Not for your first time."

Brendon's shaking, sweating, panting, and Spencer moves up the bed, pulling him in close to his chest. "Hey," he says. "Hey, trust me, you're not the only one impatient here," Spencer says, shifting his hips so Brendon can feel how hard he is.

Brendon laughs weakly and presses his face against Spencer's neck, shivering a little as Spencer strokes down his back.

"C'mere," Spencer says softly, leaning up to catch Brendon's lips, and Brendon kisses back desperately, open-mouthed and making noises low in his throat. Spencer keeps his hand flat over Brendon's back, rubbing slowly to try to get Brendon to calm down.

"This is still okay, right?" Spencer asks, pulling back. "Did Brendon have anything-- or, well, is there anything you want to do? Different from this?"

Brendon shakes his head, leaning his cheek back against Spencer's chest and trying to slow his breathing. "This is good. This is awesome. Like, I'm totally going to give you a high-five when I go back, because Future Spencer is a total sex god."

Spencer tilts his head back and laughs, and he can feel Brendon's mouth shift into a smile against his chest. "You don't have to stroke my ego, okay. I'd do this for you anyway."

"It's okay, I'm sure that Future Me is rocking your - Past You's - world right now."

Spencer snorts, reaching over to the bedside table when Brendon's eyes close for a second, but then he can't stop thinking about it, about his awkward teenage self with Brendon right now. Fuck, he is going to enjoy those memories when Brendon gets back from fucking with the universe.

"Spread your legs a little for me," Spencer says softly, leaning up, and Brendon hisses when his cock slides across Spencer's stomach as he spreads his legs open over Spencer's.

"Now kiss me and don't freak out," Spencer says, ignoring Brendon's muffled question as he presses his lips to Brendon's. Brendon's really gotten the hang of kissing, though, moving his lips slowly with Spencer's, and Spencer uses the distraction to pour lube onto two fingers and move them down to Brendon's ass, rubbing over his hole.

"Oh, cold, cold, what," Brendon gasps, pulling back, but Spencer tilts his head and presses his mouth back to Brendon's. Brendon doesn't pull away when Spencer starts to press one finger inside, slick with the lube, but he moans low in his throat, his breathing picking up as Spencer works his finger in, using his other hand to hold Brendon's ass open. Brendon's hips start working back with Spencer's finger and Spencer grins into the kiss, pulling his finger out to rub over Brendon's hole and then start to press two inside.

"Oh," Brendon gasps.

"Too much?" Spencer asks, stilling his fingers.

"No, just, it feels--" Brendon trails off, blushing and dropping his face to Spencer's neck again.

"No, hey," Spencer says, letting go of Brendon's ass so he can tilt Brendon's chin back up. "Tell me."

"Full?" Brendon says. "Not in a bad way, just weird, different."

"If you want to stop--" Spencer starts, but Brendon doesn't let him finish.

"God, no," he says, pushing back against Spencer's fingers. "I'm okay, I promise. More? Please?"

"Yeah," Spencer says, leaning back in as he starts to push his fingers in deeper. "Yeah, of course."

Brendon gasps when Spencer presses his fingers all the way in, lifting his head and seeking out Spencer's mouth, gasping against his lips.

Spencer kisses him as he moves his fingers, careful to avoid Brendon's prostate when he's already so worked up. He can't quite resist it completely, though, not when Brendon's moaning into Spencer's mouth and pushing back with his hips.

Spencer bites down on Brendon's lip when he crooks his fingers, rubbing over Brendon's prostate, and Brendon almost yells into his mouth, his hips jerking forward roughly.

"Spencer," Brendon gasps, pulling away from Spencer's mouth. "What was-- fuck, do it again. Do it again, oh my god," he says, pushing back and rotating his hips, trying to get Spencer's fingers back in the right place.

"If I keep doing that," Spencer says, "you're going to come and then it will be too much."

"No it won't," Brendon says. "It will be awesome, I promise, have you felt that?"

Spencer laughs, leaning up and biting at Brendon's jaw. "Yes," he says. "A little more, okay. One more finger, you can make it."

"I can not," Brendon says. "I can't make it, I'll die and then it will change the future and it will be all your fault."

Spencer crooks his fingers back up, hard, and smirks to himself when Brendon shuts up in favor of groaning.

"Unfair," Brendon whines, but then Spencer is pressing a third finger in, without pulling out the other two, and all Brendon can do is gasp. He goes tight around Spencer's fingers, and Spencer has to stop and rub at Brendon's back with his free hand, leaning up to kiss him slowly.

"Hey, just relax for me, okay? One more finger."

"It's a lot," Brendon says, choking out a laugh before he starts to relax, not clenching down quite as hard around Spencer's fingers.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes. It's just more than I thought - your fingers don't look big, but they feel big, but it's good. You should do that thing again, that makes it feel awesome," Brendon finishes hopefully, squirming down against Spencer, and Spencer laughs.

"Just wait, Brendon," Spencer says, nipping at Brendon's lip when he pouts. It's so different and familiar at the same time, being with his Brendon but younger, new and eager and not really that different at all.

"Now," Brendon says finally, pushing his ass back with Spencer's hand. "Now, now, I am definitely ready."

Spencer laughs, pressing his fingers down against Brendon's prostate once more just to hear him moan and then sliding them out.

"Oh, oh," Brendon says breathlessly when Spencer's fingers pull out, but then he's reaching down and grabbing at Spencer's sweatpants, trying to pull them off.

"Hey, hey," Spencer grumbles, pressing his hands flat to Brendon's back to keep him still. "Slow down. We have plenty of time to do this, okay?"

"Right," Brendon says, the red creeping up into his face. "No, totally. So now, um. What now?"

"C'mere," Spencer says, pulling Brendon back down to his chest.

"Okay," Brendon says. "Okay, I'm here."

"I see that," Spencer laughs, pulling him even closer. "Now come here." Spencer leans in and Brendon kisses back immediately, his hands tangling in Spencer's hair as he squirms on top of him, pressing his hips down against Spencer's.

"Can we please take your pants off now, though?" Brendon huffs after a second of trying unsuccessfully to press their cocks together.

"Fine," Spencer says with a laugh, letting go of Brendon's hips to slide his pants down and kick them off.

"Oh my god," Brendon groans when he drops back down and their cocks slide together. "Spencer, I really appreciate all the taking it slow and making things awesome, but I promise, what would make it even more awesome is if you fucked me. Like, right now."

"You're always so impatient," Spencer says, rolling his eyes and pressing down on Brendon's back, shifting his own hips up and grinding their cocks together.

"How are you not?" Brendon whines out.

"Some of us get more control over our dicks as we get older," Spencer says. "Not so much you, but most people."

"I don't even care that you're insulting me," Brendon says. "I still want to have sex."

Spencer snorts, leaning up and kissing Brendon again, soft and slow. "You sure?" he asks when he pulls away.

"Oh my god, yes," Brendon gasps. "Please."

Spencer kisses him again, can't quite help himself, and pulls Brendon close so he can turn them over, pinning Brendon beneath him.

"Well that was hot." Brendon grins up at him. Spencer's kind of into how shameless this Brendon is. Well, more shameless.

"You always liked being manhandled," Spencer tells him, leaning in to kiss down Brendon's neck.

"I have good taste," Brendon says a little defensively, tilting his head to the side so Spencer can get at his neck. Spencer sucks at the skin and Brendon bucks up underneath him, trying to grind their cocks together again.

"Okay. Are you ready, now?" Spencer asks, pulling his mouth away from Brendon's collarbone, and Brendon huffs, but Spencer can see how he licks his lips nervously.

"I've been ready, yes, yes," Brendon says, and Spencer sits up and moves back, taking a moment to stare. Brendon's almost the same size, if a little scrawnier all around, his skin flushed hot and pink and his chest moving as he sucks in shaky breaths. Spencer really, really wouldn't mind spending an hour or two just kissing him all over, but fuck, Brendon's not the only impatient one right now.

"No more staring, staring is weird, come on," Brendon says, blushing all the way up to the tips of his ears.

Spencer lifts Brendon's legs up and spreads them open, getting the pillow back under Brendon's hips. His legs are trembling, just enough for Spencer to notice, so he rubs his hand slowly at the inside of Brendon's thighs, grabbing the lube and leaning in to kiss Brendon's knee.

"Hey, don't be nervous, Brendon. You're going to be fine. I won't let it hurt, okay? If you don't like it, you tell me."

"Yeah, come on, please," Brendon says in a small voice, staring up at Spencer with dark eyes and swollen lips, and Spencer can feel his cock jerk at the sight of him, fuck.

Spencer pops the cap open on the lube and pours some onto his fingers, making sure to rub it between them to try to warm it up. He brushes his fingers between Brendon's legs and Brendon moans, spreading his legs wider when Spencer rubs over Brendon's hole.

"Just a second," Spencer says, reaching over Brendon for the drawer. "God, I am going to kill Future You for real if he didn't think to get condoms before this."

"No!" Brendon says. "No, he told me, he said to tell you, that..." Brendon trails off, rolling his eyes and staring at the ceiling.

"Tell me what?" Spencer asks, even though he has a pretty good feeling he knows where this is going, and seriously, Brendon is such a dick.

"He said that since I'm a virgin and you two are, like, committed that we don't have to... he said it feels good. Feels better, when it's you. And then he tried to give me a speech on safe sex and monogamy and then he tried to make out with me again."

"Yep," says Spencer. "None of this is surprising."

"So," Brendon says, tilting his hips up. "So it's okay, you don't have to do anything but fuck me now, now it's time for fucking."

"So impatient," Spencer says, trying not to let Brendon know just how hot he's finding all this, or else he'll never hear the end of it when his Brendon gets back.

"Stop staring," Brendon repeats when he flutters his eyes open.

"You should see how you look," Spencer says. He didn't really mean to, but his voice comes out rough and low, and Brendon blushes, squeezes his eyes shut again.

"No, hey," Spencer says, stroking his fingers over Brendon's hole one last time before spreading some lube over his cock. "Hey," he repeats, more firmly. "Brendon, look at me."

"Why?" Brendon says, his voice cracking when Spencer rubs the head of his cock over Brendon's hole. "Spencer, please, come on."

"I want you to remember," Spencer says, blushing a little himself but unable to stop himself from saying it. "I want you-- and I want my Brendon to remember this. You should see how you look, Brendon, fuck."

Brendon just nods, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he tries to strain his hips forward, to press against the head of Spencer's cock. "Okay," he says. "Okay, yes, I feel like the most special boy in the whole world, I promise, now please fuck me, oh my god."

Spencer laughs and leans down, kissing Brendon quick and soft. "Breathe," he says when he pulls back, "and try not to tense up. If it hurts this way we can put you on your hands and knees, okay?"

"I want it like this," Brendon says, his voice strained. "We both want it like this, he said."

"Okay," Spencer says, petting at Brendon's hip. "Shh, okay, okay, breathe out for me."

Brendon nods, his thighs still trembling the slightest bit where they're pressed against Spencer's hips. Spencer squeezes the base of his cock and lines himself up, pressing forward slowly. Brendon's tight, so fucking tight even after all the fingering, and Spencer keeps a close eye on Brendon's face, ignoring the urge to push forward faster, harder.

Brendon's eyes are closed, his forehead sheened in sweat. He's biting his bottom lip again, his hands clenched in the sheets as he lifts his hips up, trying to press up.

"Hey, calm down," Spencer says tightly. "Stop trying to rush it, just breathe and push out, okay?"

Brendon nods, breathing in and out steadily and Spencer slides deeper as Brendon relaxes.

"Oh," Brendon says. "Oh fuck, Spencer, your cock is bigger than your fingers."

Spencer laughs, forcing himself to still his hips. "Are you okay?" he asks through gritted teeth. "Do you need to stop?"

"No, just come on," Brendon says, squirming beneath him. "Come on, just move already."

"So fucking impatient," Spencer mumbles, but he pushes the rest of the way in anyway, pulling back slowly and watching the way Brendon's face changes as he gets used to it, the way his legs fall open a little wider. "This is okay?"

"Uh huh," Brendon says, voice trailing into a moan when Spencer pushes back inside. Brendon's so fucking tight, a hot, squeezing grip around his cock, but Spencer focuses on Brendon's face, on if he's doing okay. His cock is still hard where it's resting on his stomach and Spencer reaches for it, giving it a few strokes.

"Oh my god, don't, please, I-- Spencer, if you keep doing that I'll come," Brendon whines, his face flushed and turned into the pillow, and Spencer smiles.

"Sorry, sorry, just trying to make it feel better. Are you still okay?"

"I am more than okay," Brendon gasps, arching his hips up to push back with Spencer's thrusts. "Am I-- are you usually the one fucking me? I mean, it's usually not the other way around?" Brendon asks, his voice a little high and breathy, and they both groan when Spencer's hips jerk forward, pressing in deep.

"Usually, yeah. Bren-- you like it a lot."

"I know," Brendon says, smiling up at Spencer in a way that's bright and familiar, and Spencer's chest aches, just for a second. "I also told me about bondage. And apparently spanking?" Brendon's blushing bright red when he says that, and Spencer laughs, wondering just how much his Brendon told him.

"You really like spanking," Spencer says in a low voice, leaning down over Brendon's body to kiss him quick and hard. Brendon moans, and Spencer isn't sure if it's at the thought of all the kinky sex they're going to be having in the future or because of the angle change.

"Stay," Brendon gasps, clutching at Spencer's shoulders. "Oh god, god, stay like this please," and okay, so, the angle then.

"Okay," Spencer tells him, pressing his lips to Brendon's sweaty forehead. "Okay, just like this."

Brendon tosses his head back once Spencer picks up speed, and Spencer rests his forehead in the crook of Brendon's neck, breathing him in as he snaps his hips forward and Brendon's fingers clutch at his shoulders. It's so familiar that Spencer forgets for a second, forgets this isn't technically his Brendon, and he presses Brendon's hips higher, thrusts in deep and steady as he bites down at Brendon's shoulder, in the place that always drives him crazy.

His Brendon usually just moans, though, which is a little bit different from the way this Brendon's toes dig into the back of Spencer's knees as he cries out and comes in between their bodies, going impossibly tight around Spencer's cock.

Spencer groans, stilling his hips as Brendon clenches around him and pants, his hands unsteady against Spencer's back. "I'm sorry," he gasps out, his voice thin and shaking. "I've never... I wasn't even touching, it was just your stomach but I had to, I couldn't--"

Spencer cuts him off, kissing him deep and messy as Brendon whines, his hips squirming beneath Spencer. "Hold still," Spencer says breathlessly when he pulls back. "This is going to feel weird, but it won't be as bad if you hold still while I pull out."

"No, wait, why?" Brendon asks, squeezing down around Spencer's cock.

"Fuck," Spencer groans, dropping his forehead back to Brendon's shoulder for a second. "You've got to stop that," he says. "I'm so close."

"So why are you stopping, then?" Brendon asks, tilting his hips up a little and gasping as Spencer brushes over his prostate.

"Because of that," Spencer grits out. "You're too sensitive, it's going to be a lot, so just let me pull out."

"No," Brendon says, clenching down around Spencer again. "You didn't-- I want to feel it, okay?" he says quietly. "He told me-- I just want to, please," he repeats, shifting his hips hopefully.

"Holy shit," Spencer groans, because fucking Brendon. Brendons. All of the Brendons are conspiring to ruin his life, and Spencer is only so strong. He tilts his head up until he can get at Brendon's mouth, kissing him as he starts to thrust forward again.

"You tell me," he says, pulling back just enough to be heard. "If it's too much, you have to tell me."

"Yeah," Brendon says, already moving his hips back up with Spencer's. "Yeah, not gonna be a problem, come on." Spencer smiles at him, pressing their foreheads together as he closes his eyes and thrusts in deep. He's so close, beyond ready to come, and it doesn't take long at all for the heat in his stomach to twist up sharply as he presses in deep and comes.

"Holy fuck," Brendon gasps, and Spencer buries his face into Brendon's neck as he comes down from his orgasm, his hips jerking forward and his cock twitching inside Brendon. "Holy actual fuck," Brendon says again. "Spencer, Spence, I can feel you--"

"I know," Spencer groans, panting against Brendon's collarbone. Brendon's still squeezing, no doubt trying to keep Spencer inside, but Spencer has to pull out because he definitely is sensitive now. "Hold still, okay, I have to--" Spencer doesn't finish but Brendon nods, biting his lip and staring down between his legs as Spencer sits up and slowly eases his cock out.

Brendon moans, low and long, but then Spencer's cock finally slips out and before Spencer can go get a washcloth or a tissue or something, Brendon's reaching down between his legs, rubbing his fingers over his hole.

"Oh my god, it's so wet," Brendon says, wide-eyed, and wow, if Spencer could only get it up two minutes after he comes. Because fuck. "Now I know why I like this," Brendon groans out, sliding a finger inside experimentally, and Spencer stares as Brendon's cock twitches on his stomach.

"Okay, you have had enough," Spencer grits out, leaning down and kissing at Brendon's hipbone.

"Just-- just a second," Brendon gasps out, sliding another finger inside. "Shit," he moans, his hips jerking up sharply. "Oh god, it's just--" Brendon chokes back a whine, pressing his fingers deep inside and tilting his head back. Spencer pulls back and he can see the way Brendon's squeezing down around his fingers, the way his cock keeps twitching without getting harder. Spencer understands it, thinks back to the times Brendon had him keep going even after he had come, but this Brendon hasn't been having sex with Spencer for years. This Brendon was a virgin an hour ago.

"Brendon," Spencer warns, trying to push Brendon's thighs back together, but Brendon just bears down harder on his fingers, his whole body shivering and drawn up tight, jerking in on himself.

"No, I want to, just--" Brendon groans, the sound raw and broken, and Spencer finally grabs Brendon's wrist, pulling his hand back until his fingers slide out with a wet noise, leaving Brendon trembling and clenching down around nothing.

"Hey, hey, calm down," Spencer says softly, sliding up the bed so he can pull Brendon onto his chest, his arms going around Brendon's shoulders. Brendon slumps against Spencer automatically, tucking his face into the crook of Spencer's neck.

"Sorry," he says into Spencer's skin. "Sorry, I didn't know it would--" Brendon trails off, trying to press even closer, and Spencer holds him tighter when he realizes Brendon is shivering.

"Shh, hey," he says, petting up and down Brendon's back. "Hey, Bren, it's fine. Are you cold?"

"Not really," Brendon says, curling his hand over Spencer's shoulder and holding on tightly. "Not cold, I'm just-- I don't know."

"It's okay," Spencer says. "I know. You-- Future You, he does it too sometimes. When it's intense, or, like, a lot."

"Is it always like that?" Brendon asks quietly.

"Usually, yeah," Spencer says, smiling a little to himself. "Except when we're drunk. Then it's mostly laughing. And elbows."

"Hmm," Brendon hums, his fingers warm where they're clinging to Spencer's skin. Spencer pets at his hair, brushing it to the side when it falls over Brendon's eyes. "I wonder what my Spencer-- um, Past Spencer, I mean, is doing right now."

Spencer's chest goes tight when he remembers that this isn't his Brendon, not really, and he has to go back eventually. He'll kind of miss having the upper hand in bed. "Do you know when you go back?"

"I'm not sure. Future Me just said that when he's done with Past You we'll switch back."

Spencer remembers himself at that age, and he definitely remembers what his Brendon is like. "Oh, well, in that case. We have plenty of time to go again, if you want," Spencer says, not quite managing to keep the grin out of his voice.

"How about now?" Brendon asks hopefully, shifting his hips down with Spencer's, and Spencer laughs, squeezing Brendon around his shoulders.

"That was not the point," he says, sitting up just enough to reach down for the blanket and pull it up over the both of them.

"Hey," Brendon protests, but he snuggles into Spencer's chest anyway, going loose as Spencer rubs slowly up and down Brendon's back.

"You should get some sleep," Spencer says, kissing at the corner of Brendon's mouth, but Brendon just huffs.

"But," he says, pressing his cock against Spencer's hips, "my dick."

"God," Spencer says, laughing, "now I finally have proof that you haven't matured at all. Your dick will still be there when we wake up," Spencer says, curling his hand around Brendon's hip and settling in against the pillow.

"What if it's not?" Brendon asks around a yawn. "What if Past You castrates Future Me for trying to get into your pants? You were kind of mean back then," he says, tucking his toes between Spencer's ankles the same way his Brendon does every night. "Hot, but mean."

"I talked a good game," Spencer says sleepily, "but I had a total crush on you. I'm pretty sure Past Me isn't going to take much convincing."

"Yeah?" Brendon asks, his voice suddenly nervous. "For real?"

"For real," Spencer says, squeezing reassuringly at Brendon's hip.

"So if, hypothetically, I hit on you when I got back to my time," Brendon asks, "that would result in sex and not a black eye?"

"Lots and lots of sex," Spencer says, yawning. "And possibly a black eye if we're drunk. I wasn't kidding about the elbows."

Steal Some Covers, Share Some Skin, Z/Tennessee, R

allfourinches — Sun, 04 Jul 2010 02:55:03 GMT

Title: Steal Some Covers, Share Some Skin
Authors: fallintosilence and boweryd
Rating: R
Pairing: Z/Tennessee
Word Count: 4,500+
Summary: The working title of this fic was "Fumbly Teenage Lesbians, oh my lord." That should tell you all you need to know.
Warnings: Both characters are under the age of 18 but of the legal age of consent.
Author Notes: Written for the kink bingo prompt "teasing." Thanks to almostblue for the beta! You are a rock star. Title from the song "Sunday Morning" by Maroon 5. Yes, Maroon 5. What of it?

"You are not actually wearing that to bed," Z says, as soon as Tennessee steps out of the bathroom.

"Yes," Tennessee says. "As a matter of fact, I am. I like it, I found it in our attic."

"Shocking," Z says, because seriously, Tennessee might as well be wearing a suit of armor to bed. The nightgown is long-sleeved and high-necked and hits Tennessee's shins, even though Z's pretty sure it's supposed to be ankle length and Tennessee is just too tall for it.

"I'm not making fun of your Spice Girls shirt," Tennessee says, falling onto the bed with a huff.

"That's because my Spice Girls shirt is awesome," Z says, shimmying out of her sleep pants and pointedly ignoring the way Tennessee's eyes jump down to her bare legs. "And awesome for sleeping in. Unlike your great grandmother's funeral robe."

"That's not even a logical comparison," Tennessee says, rolling her eyes. She starts to fidget when Z doesn't reply, but Z's too busy thinking of increasingly ludicrous reasons for Tennessee to be wearing a full nightgown to bed, and ends up at Tennessee wanting to break up. It's possible she's over-thinking things and maybe starting to freak out.

Z manages to keep her mouth shut for maybe a minute before she finally blurts out, "Is this an us thing?" Tennessee glances up at her and Z sits down beside her on the bed, reaching out to toy with the crocheted edge of Tennessee's sleeve. "We said this wouldn't be weird. Last time didn't feel weird."

"Last time we were in separate sleeping bags in Charlotte's den, not alone in your room together," Tennessee says, blushing slightly. "Not that I'm complaining, and it's not weird, it's just--"

"A little weird?" Z finishes for her, laughing when Tennessee nods. "I know," she says, leaning in and kissing Tennessee softly. "But not, like, in a bad way, right?" Z says when she pulls back.

"No," Tennessee grins, "not in a bad way."

"Are you afraid that you won't be able to resist me?" Z asks, smirking at Tennessee and leaning in to kiss at her jaw.

"More like you won't be able to resist me," Tennessee says. "You'll ravage me and despoil my virtue and then I'll be a scarlet woman."

"Now you're even talking like it's the 1800s," Z says as she tugs at Tennessee's hideous nightgown. "Off. Off immediately, because I refuse to spend tomorrow churning butter instead of shopping."

"I don't have anything else to wear," Tennessee insists stubbornly, smacking at Z's hands.

"Here," Z says as she hops up and digs through her dresser drawers, tossing a worn white tank top at Tennessee's head. "Assuming you're wearing underwear, and if not, I don't think you have any room to talk about me despoiling you."

"I despise you," Tennessee says, standing up and glancing awkwardly at the bathroom door before shaking her head and turning her back to Z to change. Z swallows when Tennessee pulls the monstrosity over her head, and it's stupid, it's so stupid, because it's not like they haven't seen each other naked before. But that was before they were dating, and there's no reason Z should be blushing at the sight of Tennessee's back, but here she is. She feels even stupider when she lets her eyes travel down to Tennessee's underwear. They're just boy shorts, grey and polka-dotted and Z was there when she bought them, for fuck's sake, but she can't keep her mind from wandering, can't help but think about sliding them over Tennessee's hips, down her long legs, and Z's pretty sure her sexual frustration has driven her to insanity.

"See?" Z says once Tennessee turns around, swallowing when her voice comes out all strange and scratchy. "Much better." Maybe Tennessee's chastity armor was a good idea, though, because holy shit. Tennessee's legs are impossibly long and her breasts are straining against the worn fabric of the tank top so Z can just see the shadow of Tennessee's nipples, and she has got to make herself stop staring, like, now.

"Was this all a ploy to stare at my tits?" Tennessee asks, smirking as Z winces and tears her eyes away.

"Not originally."

Tennessee laughs, reaching out for Z's wrist and tugging until they both fall back onto the bed, landing in a pile of what Z's pretty sure are eleven elbows.

"Oww," she says, squirming until she's extricated herself and is resting comfortably on Tennessee's arm, their legs tangled together. Tennessee plays with the hair right above Z's ear, where it's soft and fine and ticklish, and Z shivers and presses a little closer, rubbing her toes against Tennessee's ankles. There's a little patch of stubble right above the bone, where Tennessee always misses when she shaves. Z runs her big toe over it, and then squeaks embarrassingly when Tennessee grabs her around the waist and rolls, tugging Z on top of her body.

"Hi," Tennessee says, looking up at Z from under her bangs. "I thought maybe you'd like to make out now?"

"We can do that," Z says, wiggling a little and trying not to gasp when Tennessee drops her legs open a bit, making room for Z to lie between them. They've been dating for a month, but Z still gets that nervous-excited feeling every time they do this, even though lately it just makes her want more.

"Well come on, then," Tennessee mumbles, grabbing at the back of Z's neck and pulling her down until their lips touch. Tennessee's lips are slippery from chapstick and she kisses softly at first, even as her fingers grab tightly at Z's hair. Z opens her mouth and kisses back hard, though, dragging Tennessee's bottom lip between her teeth until Tennessee squeezes her thighs around Z's hips, kissing back just as hard and making a noise into Z's mouth.

"You're so bitey tonight," Tennessee huffs out after Z bites at her lips again, and Z laughs, trailing her lips down Tennessee's throat to nip at the skin there before meeting her mouth again.

"I can't help that you're so fun to bite," Z says when she pulls back from the kiss to catch her breath. Tennessee grins and runs a hand down Z's spine, petting at the small of her back and smirking when Z shivers.

"Stop playing dirty," Z says, closing her eyes and dropping her head to Tennessee's shoulder as Tennessee blatantly ignores her and keeps petting at Z's back, pushing her shirt up so she can get at bare skin. Z whines embarrassingly, because holy shit. It's far from the first time they've been in this exact position, but it feels different, their bare legs tangled up and their chests pressing together. Z's skin feels electrified, the tiny hairs along her arms and at the back of her neck standing on end, and she bites down a little at Tennessee's shoulder. Tennessee laughs low in her throat and presses Z closer, shifting her a bit to the side, and then all of a sudden Z's straddling Tennessee's thigh, and oh my god.

Z pulls back, staring down at Tennessee's wide eyes and then leaning in to kiss her, deep and desperate. They're both breathing fast and hard and Z can't help it when she starts squirming impatiently against Tennessee, rocking down against Tennessee's thigh as she presses her own forward. Tennessee gasps, arching up a little, and Z can feel her, warm and maybe just a little wet. She's starting to think about getting Tennessee naked, about kissing down her stomach and licking at her until Tennessee's shaking, and. They really should go to bed now, or Z's going to do something stupid and freak Tennessee out and then her life will be over.

"We have to stop," she gasps, pulling back and forcing herself to still her hips. "Tenn, we have to stop or something terrible will happen."

"You do realize I can't actually get you preggers, right?" Tennessee asks, reaching up to kiss at Z's neck. "I know you passed biology."

"Shut up, oh my god," Z groans, wiggling out of Tennessee's arms and collapsing on the opposite side of the bed, breathing hard and staring at Tennessee, which is a mistake. Tennessee's panting, her legs still dropped open and her mouth red and swollen and she's looking at Z like she maybe wants to murder her.

"We're not rushing, remember?" Z reminds her.

"I remember," Tennessee says. "Why is that again?"

"Because of our friendship," Z says, pointedly getting under the covers. "And the band," she adds as she turns off the lamp. "Was there something about virtue?"

"That was just Charlotte making fun of us," Tennessee sighs in the dark as she crawls toward the head of the bed.

Z holds very, very still as Tennessee slides under the covers, her stomach still tight and wound up and her chest clenched up with nerves.

"I'm going to kiss you goodnight," Tennessee says, "but it's very dark, so I do apologize if I end up kissing your eye."

Z laughs, the tight feeling in her chest fading as Tennessee kisses just to the side of her mouth.

"Goodnight," Tennessee says softly as she pulls back, fumbling with the pillows.

"Night," Z whispers, still lying stiffly on her back, staring up at the ceiling. She wants to turn over, curl herself around Tennessee, but it's another stupid, weird grey area now that Tennessee's her girlfriend. Z doesn't know if there's, like, lesbian sleepover etiquette she should be following, and she's so busy thinking that it takes her a second to realize that Tennessee's turned over.

"Go to sleep," Tennessee says fondly, her hand finding Z's under the blankets and holding on as she settles her head on Z's shoulder. Tennessee's hair tickles Z's arm, and Z smiles and scoots a little closer as she closes her eyes.

-

Z wakes up from a dream about Tennessee and a swimming pool and she can still feel the sun on her shoulders, still taste the chlorine from the water she'd licked off of Tennessee's lips, and neck, and breasts, and oh man, that was a nice dream. The first thing she sees when she blinks open her eyes is Tennessee, sprawled out on her back with one leg hanging off the mattress, her hair fanning across her pillow and tangling up with Z's. Tennessee's kicked the covers off, like always, and her nipples are hard and pointed, straining up against the fabric of her tank top. The sunlight is streaming in from the window and making Tennessee's skin glow and Z feels a little overwhelmed by how badly she wants to lean over and kiss Tennessee-- her lips, her neck, her breasts. She's still lying there frozen and staring at Tennessee stupidly when Tennessee blinks her eyes open slowly.

Tennessee turns her head toward Z, yawning widely and giggling when Z wrinkles her nose. "Morning," Tennessee mumbles sleepily, rubbing her face into the pillow. "I had a dream about frozen peas."

Z snorts and tries her best not to openly stare as Tennessee stretches and arches up, but she's pretty sure she fails when Tennessee looks at her questioningly and darts in, kissing Z quickly.

"Morning," Tennessee says again, a joking leer in her voice, and Z rolls her eyes and rests her head against Tennessee's chest to hide her blush. Which turns out to be a mistake, because, hi, Tennessee's chest. Z can't quite stop herself from brushing her fingers lightly over Tennessee's breast, and Tennessee makes a little noise and arches up, looking down at Z with big eyes and brushing her fingers at Z's cheek.

"Please?" Z asks, and Tennessee nods and pets shakily at Z's head, running her fingers through Z's hair and then tugging a little when Z leans in to suck at her nipple through the fabric of her tank top. Tennessee gasps and squirms, and Z brings her hand back up to brush her palm over the curve of Tennessee's breast. Tennessee arches up and Z pulls back, reaching out with shaking fingers to brush over the wet fabric.

"Sorry," she says, "I had this dream, and I just wanted to--"

"This is not a situation you should feel bad about, I promise," Tennessee says breathlessly, arching up and pushing her breast into Z's palm. "I-- harder, you can touch harder," Tennessee says, so Z does, touching her fingers to Tennessee's nipple, pressing against the wet fabric. She squeezes gently at Tennessee's other breast and Tennessee's hips arch up automatically. Tennessee's giggling breathlessly when she says, "Z, I-- I don't even know what I want to say."

It's such a Tennessee thing to say in the first place that Z laughs, dropping her face to Tennessee's shoulder and reaching for the hem of the tank top, tugging it up slowly.

"Yes," Tennessee breathes out before Z even gets a chance to ask, and Z smiles and kisses the tip of Tennessee's nose, pulling the tank top up to her neck. Tennessee sits up so she can take the whole thing off, and Z's stomach goes tight when Tennessee settles back down. Tennessee's so pale and gorgeous and Z squirms closer so she can kiss at the smooth skin of Tennessee's chest. She lets her lips skim over the exposed curves of Tennessee's breasts and then further up, sucking at the spot on Tennessee's collarbone she'd found last week. She grins to herself when Tennessee gasps.

Z keeps a hand on Tennessee's breast, squeezing lightly as she kisses her, biting a little at her bottom lip when Tennessee reaches out and tugs her closer. Tennessee drags Z's lip between her teeth and Z groans, pulling her hand away from Tennessee's breast to slide it lower, trailing her fingers down over the soft skin of Tennessee's stomach and letting them rest on the waistband of her underwear.

"See? I told you that you'd be more comfortable in this, instead of that grandma monstrosity," Z says against Tennessee's mouth, and Tennessee huffs out a laugh.

"It's a nightgown, thank you. And-- oh, shut up. You just like me in less clothing."

"I sure don't hate it," Z says in a low voice, letting her fingers brush down over the front of Tennessee's underwear, between her legs. Tennessee's hips jerk up and she makes a startled noise, tilting her head up to get back at Z's mouth.

"Z," Tennessee whines, squirming underneath Z's hand as she strokes slowly at Tennessee through the thin cloth of her underwear. Z likes this, likes being able to touch Tennessee without actually touching her - sort of like a practice run just in case she fucks something up. It's less intimidating like this, but it still makes Tennessee's thighs twitch, her stomach jumping whenever Z adds more pressure with her fingers.

"Yeah?" Z can feel the way Tennessee tenses up at the touch of her fingers, but then she's kissing Z harder and relaxing back into the bed.

"You're maddening," Tennessee huffs, and Z laughs against Tennessee's throat, letting her fingers brush down lower, pressing in a little. She tilts her head away from Tennessee's mouth to watch where her fingers press, and she hears Tennessee's gasp, feels her hips jerk again. "Well, alright, if you must then you must, but don't keep teasing."

"But you're so fucking cute," Z replies, letting her fingers press a little harder as he keeps stroking up and down the front of Tennessee's underwear. She wants to press in, wants to hook her fingers under the material to see if Tennessee's wet, but Tennessee's breathing hard now and teasing her is pretty damn fun on its own.

Z spreads the fingers of her hand out on Tennessee's thigh and uses just her thumb to rub at Tennessee, harder now, making sure to press down in the general vicinity of Tennessee's clit. Tennessee whines again, tilting her head back and arching her hips up, and Z takes that as a good thing, increasing the pressure.

"Hey, is this okay?" Z asks, voice husky. She kisses at Tennessee's throat and Tennessee's breath hitches.

"Z, please, more. I need more, I want-- oh lord," Tennessee groans, turning her face into the pillow as Z slides the rest of her fingers back and presses them lower, pressing in, smiling when she feels how damp Tennessee's underwear is under her knuckles. She keeps her thumb on Tennessee's clit, though, squeezing her own legs together when Tennessee starts to squirm more, her breathing shallow and fast.

"Fuck, Tenn, I wish you could see how hot you look," Z says, bringing up her other hand to cup at Tennessee's breast. Tennessee's nipples are flushed hard and stand out starkly from her pale skin, and Z just wants to stare, but she's starting to feel sympathy for Tennessee, and how close she must be already. Z tilts her head down so she can fit her lips around one of Tennessee's nipples, sucking hard at it. Tennessee cries out softly, her hips straining up, trying to rub herself against Z's hand. Z tugs at Tennessee's nipple a little with her teeth and Tennessee's breath hitches again. Z can feel where it's getting more slippery under Tennessee's underwear, but the material keeps enough friction for Z to keep rubbing hard at Tennessee's clit, back and forth, moving with Tennessee's straining hips.

"Are you-- are you going to come, do you think?" Z asks, and Tennessee chokes out a short laugh, but she arches up harder with Z's hand, spreading her legs wider and planting her feet on the bed.

"C'mon, Z, please. Please," Tennessee whines, and Z moves her lips to suck at Tennessee's other nipple as she speeds up her thumb, rubbing hard right over Tennessee's clit through the underwear. Z doesn't know if she's going too far but she presses in with her fingers anyway, lower where Tennessee's most wet, and that's when Tennessee arches up and her thighs start trembling as she comes, her breath hitching loudly.

Z kisses at the flushed skin between Tennessee's breasts as she shivers through her orgasm, finally slumping back into the bed and twitching away from Z's thumb.

"Holy shit," Z says, pulling her thumb back and sitting up enough that she can stare down between Tennessee's legs. They're thrown open wide, her thighs still twitching, and Z can see where the fabric of Tennessee's underwear is dark and wet. Z strokes over it lightly, letting her fingers press in just a little and staring, wide-eyed, as Tennessee's hips twitch up again. Tennessee's underwear are twisted to the side just enough that Z can see a hint of skin, a bit of hair, and it's not like she's sorry that Tennessee came - because, seriously, holy shit - but she wanted to touch.

"Hey, can I--" Z asks, stroking her fingers just under the edge of Tennessee's underwear.

"I can't go again, oh my goodness, Z," Tennessee gasps, but Z shakes her head and ducks down to kiss her lightly.

"Not that," she says. "I just want to... touch," Z trails off, blushing.

"Oh," Tennessee says, sounding surprised. "I-- are you sure?"

"If you had any idea how much time I have spent thinking about this over the past month, you would not be asking me that," Z says, rolling her eyes fondly.

Tennessee nods, arching up to kiss Z again, and Z lets her fingers push further under the edge of Tennessee's underwear, sliding slickly across the wet skin. They both gasp into each other's mouths when Z's fingers slide inside, just her fingertips, and it was mostly an accident but now that she's there Z can't help but push in, just a little. She groans at the way Tennessee's hips twitch forward as she clenches down around Z's fingers. She's warm and soft and so wet, and Z really wishes Tennessee could go again, because oh my god.

Z doesn't realize just how intently she's pressing herself against Tennessee's hip, sort of just shamelessly grinding against her, until Tennessee laughs at her softly.

"Oh, oh it's your turn, Z, take your hand out of my underpants," Tennessee says, pressing her thigh against the front of Z's underwear, and Z groans.

"Who even says underpants, oh my god." Z doesn't want to stop touching Tennessee, but she's wet and aching and getting off sounds like a really good idea. Z grunts a little, too frustrated to care, and takes her fingers away from Tennessee, going to slip them immediately into her own underwear. Tennessee chokes out a surprised noise, and when Z looks up Tennessee is staring at her, her eyes wide and dark.

"Z," Tennessee says, sitting up, "stop that." She moves forward and pushes at Z's shoulders until Z falls over and lands with a huff, finally pulling her fingers out of her own underwear. She's about to complain because she was busy, but then Tennessee is leaning over her body, kissing Z soft and sweet. It's kind of a strange contrast with the way she slips her hand beneath the waistband of Z's underwear and just goes for it, her fingers stroking over Z where she's wet and aching, and her thumb seeking out Z's clit.

"Oh fuck," she gasps out, arching up. "Tennessee, shit, what--"

"You've got a dirty mouth once someone gets their hand down your knickers, Z," Tennessee says with a grin, and Z rolls her eyes and smacks at Tennessee's arm, her fingers curling in and holding on a second later when Tennessee slides a finger inside. "Alright, yeah?" Tennessee asks, and Z nods helplessly.

"Yeah, yes, oh my god," Z gasps. "You can-- more," she says, past the point of caring. "You can use two."

"I was hoping you'd say that," Tennessee says happily as she presses another finger in. Tennessee's fingers are long, longer than Z's, pressing deeper than she's used to and rubbing firmly inside. "I've been thinking about this too, just so you know," Tennessee says conversationally as she uses her free hand to push Z's t-shirt up, leaning down to kiss at her breast and lick teasingly over Z's nipple. "A lot. In great detail."

"Oh my god, stop talking," Z gasps. "I can't-- I don't understand words right now, just come on," Z babbles, pressing her feet into the bed and arching up against Tennessee's hand. Tennessee's fingers sink in deeper and it's so good, turning the ache between Z's legs into a steady throb.

"Oh, wow," Tennessee laughs, "I am so never letting you forget you said that."

"Tennessee," Z groans, because she's so, so close, with Tennessee's fingers pressing up just right, her thumb working circles on Z's clit. When Tennessee leans down to kiss at Z's neck, Z cries out and comes, hard and sudden, her hand digging into Tennessee's arm as her hips jerk up roughly and she clenches down around Tennessee's fingers.

"Okay," Z yelps after a few seconds when Tennessee keeps her fingers going. Her clit is oversensitive under Tennessee's thumb and her hips jerk away violently. "Enough, enough, oh my god."

Tennessee makes a disappointed noise and pulls her fingers out of Z's underwear, bringing them up to her mouth and licking hesitantly at one. "Oh, well," she says, sucking her fingers into her mouth fully. "Next time I am definitely going down on you. Been thinking about that too," Tennessee says cheerfully.

Z's about to say something - and it was probably going to be totally smooth and suave, too - but then Tennessee is pushing her fingers into Z's open mouth, and she's so surprised she closes her lips around them instinctively, tasting herself.

"Goodness, that's hot," Tennessee says a little breathlessly. "When can we go again?"

Z rolls her eyes, nipping at Tennessee's fingers until she pulls them back. "What are you?" she asks, letting Tennessee tug her close. "Did I or did I not have to convince you to take your grandma clothes off last night, and now you're like a sex addict."

"Are you complaining?" Tennessee asks, and she's grinning but Z can see her ears heating up, the way they do when she's embarrassed. Z leans down to kiss her, still tasting herself on Tennessee's lips.

"I am not complaining even a little," Z says, tucking her head in under Tennessee's chin and wiggling until her t-shirt slides back down. "And we can go again just as soon as you go make me breakfast."

"Does toast count?"

"No," Z says, sucking idly at Tennessee's collarbone.

"Cereal?" Tennessee's breath hitches slightly and Z grins.

"Crepes," Z says. "Or I'm never putting out again."

"I never should have let on that I can make those," Tennessee groans, squeezing Z closer.

"Probably not, no," Z says, tucking her toes in between Tennessee's legs.

"Are you only dating me for my crepes?"

"Well, first the crepes, now the sex."

"Wow," Tennessee says with a laugh, sitting up a little in bed.

"I feel okay about my priorities," Z says, grinning and ducking her head when Tennessee smacks her with a pillow. Z laughs and goes to roll on top of Tennessee to kiss her, but Tennessee squirms away, grabbing the blanket and pulling it up over her bare chest. Z can see the blush creeping up in Tennessee's face and she moves up to settle in next to her, brushing her fingers over Tennessee's bare shoulder. "Hey. No being weird."

"I'm being modest," Tennessee protests, shivering a little under the covers. "It's completely different from being weird."

"Well don't be modest, either," Z says, waggling her eyebrows, and Tennessee giggles at that. "But hey, seriously," Z says after a few seconds, "no hiding. I like seeing you," she adds, leaning down to kiss softy at Tennessee's collarbone, peeking out from underneath the blanket. Tennessee shivers again and Z starts to push the covers down, just enough to expose Tennessee's breasts. Z kisses the side of her breast, her lips trailing up, and Tennessee squirms under the covers and makes a small noise as she reaches up to tangle her hand in Z's hair.

"Z, if you keep that up you are never going to get crepes," Tennessee says softly.

Z pauses, pulling back slightly, and Tennessee chokes out a laugh.

"Wow, really? Really?" she asks incredulously.

Z drops her head and laughs into Tennessee's soft skin, throwing an arm over her stomach and cuddling close. "They're really good crepes, okay?"

Need You Wild Master Post

allfourinches — Sat, 19 Jun 2010 16:53:31 GMT

Need You Wild by fallintosilence and boweryd
Band(s): PATD (circa 2007, cabin-era)
Pairing(s): Brendon/Spencer
Word Count: 105,000+
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for rough sex, biting, barebacking, rimming, felching, light bondage, overstimulation, sleepy sex, and a whole slew of consensual porn stemming from those kinks. (Also possible disturbing imagery during the werewolf changing. And Ryan Ross.)
Summary: Spencer's a werewolf! A sexy werewolf! Okay, really, Spencer is a newly turned, slightly confused werewolf who can't figure out why Brendon smells so good all the time. Or why Spencer can't seem to stop acting like he is 16-years-old, what with all the blushing and stuttering around Brendon and the constant jerking off. Fear not, though, gentle reader, because it turns out Brendon is totally on board with having a werewolf boyfriend. And with having lots and lots of sex.

Can their relationship survive jealousy, possible accidental lycanthropy, and a wolf musical? Will at least two of those problems be solved by lots of sex? Why, yes. Yes they will.

Notes: Title comes from the Leonard Cohen song "You Know Who I Am." This fic marks the first time we have written something without showing it to approximately a million people before it was finished, so we were particularly needy when we actually did finish and started looking for feedback. Thank you to everyone who listened to us whine and freak out, and who assured us that 35k+ was not too much porn. An extra special thank you to untappedbeauty for, as always, being an awesome beta. We are sorry this thing is so long and we are in awe of you for not having a total meltdown and yelling at us when we were all, "BUT THAT SEX SCENE IS ALL ABOUT SPENCER'S INNER MANWOLF PAIN. IT'S THEMATIC FUCKING!" Also a huge thank you to disarm_d for reading over this and ensuring us that it was not the worst thing ever written and actually made sense, we are seriously still so grateful. Last but not least, thank you to sunsetmog and almostblue for patiently letting us quote parts at them so they could tell us it didn't totally suck. Happy birthday, almostblue! We hope you enjoy your gift of werewolf porn with buckets of come. (Links to a very NSFW picspam of gay porn.)

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve

Bonus Tracks/Enhanced Content

Fanart:
Fanart by merihn
Fanart by redorchids
Fanart by cheapcrowd

Fanmix(es):
Show Me Rough by saint_vee
Fanmix by mrsockmizer
Fanmix by xbeax

I Don't Mind If You Don't Mind, Spencer/Brendon/Ryan, NC-17

allfourinches — Fri, 02 Apr 2010 21:22:00 GMT

Title: I Don't Mind If You Don't Mind
Authors: fallintosilence and boweryd
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spencer/Brendon/Ryan
Word Count: 8,000+
Summary: Ryan's chest gets tight when he realizes that Brendon isn't just wearing randomly lacy underwear, he's wearing panties. Like, lady panties.
Warnings: Crossdressing
Author Notes: Written for the kink bingo prompt "crossdressing (underwear/lingerie)." For anyone who likes visuals, Brendon's underpants are this general style (and the back) except in purple. Thanks to untappedbeauty for the beta, although we are no longer allowed to thank her for explaining to boweryd that periods exist and can be used in place of commas sometimes, because that is a lesson boweryd still has not learned. COMMAS! :D! Title from the song "Read My Mind" by The Killers, though one of us thinks it is important to note that the working title was "Panties 2: Electric Pantaloons? :D?" Guess which one of us that was!

Ryan is mostly thinking about pizza, or maybe Chinese, when he hears the weird, strangled cat noise coming from inside Brendon's apartment. It could be, like, a murderer or something. He'd probably be a shitty friend if he let Brendon get murdered while he was right outside the door. That's totally his excuse for not knocking, if anyone asks him later. He's half-expecting to see the bloody end of Brendon's life when he opens the door, or maybe a stray kitten, but he is definitely not prepared to see Brendon standing between Spencer's legs, pressing closer while Spencer pets at his back. And kisses him. It's somehow a lot more surprising than violent murder.

Ryan freezes in the doorway before he's even pushed the door completely open. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows that he should make a noise, or leave, because his two best friends look like they're about to get it on. But there's something about the way Spencer's hands are sliding down the back of Brendon's jeans, and the way Brendon opens his mouth under Spencer's that makes Ryan's throat go dry. Ryan knows he should look away, but he can't quite bring himself to.

"Spence--" Brendon chokes out, and his voice is quiet and shaky, even though they still think they're alone in the small kitchen of the apartment.

"Shh," Spencer hushes, pressing his lips back to Brendon's, his hands still inching their way down the back of Brendon's jeans, petting carefully over his ass. "Is it like-- how does it feel?" Spencer's voice sounds a little shaky too, different from anything Ryan's used to hearing, and yet he can't bring himself to stop spying on them, what the fuck.

Brendon makes a high noise, pressing closer and tucking his face into Spencer's neck. Even from far away, Ryan can imagine him blushing as Brendon whispers, "Good," against Spencer's shoulder.

"Just good?" Spencer asks, his hands pushing further into Brendon's jeans. Ryan's tempted to laugh, because seriously, smooth move, Spencer. But then Brendon makes a whining noise and pushes himself even closer to Spencer, his hips rocking down, and Ryan has to bite his tongue to keep from making any noise himself. This is so fucked up.

And really, really hot.

"Not just good," Brendon says, his voice strained and raspy as he rocks against Spencer, pressing back against Spencer's hands. "It's so-- I'm-- Spencer, come on."

Ryan is pretty sure they're about to actually have sex, and that is weird. Like, it's weird, and it would be completely creepy and not all right for him to stay. He's mostly out of sight behind the front door, and he's contemplating an escape plan when Spencer groans, loud and low, and Ryan looks up to see that he's pressed his thigh between Brendon's legs, his hands pushing Brendon's jeans down even further as he grabs at Brendon's ass. Ryan's chest gets tight when he realizes that Brendon isn't just wearing randomly lacy underwear, he's wearing panties. Like, lady panties.

Ryan's stupidly frozen, his mouth hanging open a little, and he's trying desperately to convince his body it wants to move when Brendon starts making these high-pitched, desperate noises. Ryan's body totally does not listen to him, and when he looks up Brendon is rocking down against Spencer's thigh as Spencer strokes his fingers under the waistband of the underwear--panties, petting at Brendon's skin.

"Fuck," Spencer says, "Brendon, fuck. I want to-- I want to blow you while you wear them. Can I?"

Brendon nods against Spencer's shoulder, whimpering and grinding forward, and Ryan can barely hear Brendon say, "Yes, god, yes, come on, bed," into Spencer's shoulder.

Then Spencer is pushing him back and shaking his head, holding Brendon's eyes as he falls to his knees, and then somehow, though he has no idea what possesses him to do it, Ryan is stepping out from behind the door and saying, "Um. What?"

"Oh shit," Brendon hisses, jumping away from Spencer. Spencer's expression goes from shock to anger in about two seconds, shooting Ryan a glare as he stands up and moves in front of Brendon. He's hard, they both probably are, and Ryan is acutely aware of his face heating up as Spencer fixes him with his death stare, saved for those occasions when Spencer is really, really pissed off.

"Don't you know how to fucking knock?" Spencer growls, and Ryan slams the door to the apartment shut behind him and tries to look sheepish.

"I was-- I thought Brendon was being murdered, or maybe there was a cat, and I didn't--" Ryan stutters out, getting blank stares from both Spencer and Brendon. "Look, that's not. You two! Were going to have sex!"

"And what the fuck is it to you?" Spencer shoots back while Ryan can see Brendon scrambling to pull his jeans back up behind Spencer. Ryan wants to protest, say that they should have told him or something, but any argument his brain comes up with just sounds creepy. Almost as creepy as Ryan feels for being half-hard right now. Fuck.

"Sorry," Ryan says feebly, but Spencer is still clearly pissed and Brendon looks a little sick as he mumbles, "Just-- just forget it," and pushes past Spencer. They both watch him rush off to his room, and Ryan braces himself for the inevitable punch as Spencer walks up to him.

"Spencer--" Ryan starts, but instead of punching him Spencer looks at him, red with anger and embarrassment and something like disappointment, and it's almost worse than a physical blow. Ryan feels like an asshole.

"Just shut up. And go apologize to him. Do you know how long it took me to get him to talk to me about this? Fuck, Ryan, you suck."

"I didn't know. You-- how was I supposed to know, Spencer?" Ryan wants to pretend he isn't a little hurt that they've been keeping this from him, but given his track record with tight jeans and Pete Wentz, it's not like he's given the impression of being a homophobic douchebag or anything.

Spencer crosses his arms over his chest, and Ryan's eyes dart down for a second. Spencer is totally still hard, too, what the fuck.

"How long were you watching us?" Spencer asks.

"Uhh. A few seconds?" Ryan says unconvincingly. Why is Ryan still hard, seriously, what the fuck.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Spencer shoves at Ryan's arm a little. "Go apologize. Now. And if you say anything about this to anyone--"

Ryan winces, but he knows that he deserves it at this point. "Fuck off, I wouldn't, okay? I wouldn't do that. I don't care-- I don't have a problem with this."

Spencer actually grins a little when he mutters, "Yeah, I noticed," before heading to the bathroom, and, okay, so maybe he just checked out his best friend's dick, but Spencer checked out his too, so it probably cancels things out. In the grand scheme of things. Things involving dicks. Ryan's maybe a little freaked as he walks toward the bedroom.

Brendon's wearing a giant hoodie when Ryan walks into his tiny room, and he looks up at Ryan carefully. "Spencer's making you apologize, huh?" he says, playing with the skin around his thumbs nervously.

"No," Ryan says, too quickly. "Well, yes. I mean it's a good idea and all, but I don't see why we can't all just forget this ever happened."

Brendon smiles at that, a little, and rolls his eyes. Ryan is fidgeting in the doorway, not exactly sure if he's allowed to plop down on Brendon's bed like he would have before.

"But hey," he says, edging closer with shuffling steps. "It's fine. It's seriously no big deal. There's this dude in my gym class who asked his girlfriend to choke him, right, and she got freaked out and then told everyone, so, like, it's not that weird. You're not asking Spencer to choke you..." Ryan trails off awkwardly, because Brendon is looking at him big, slightly confused eyes, and oh fuck. "But it's totally cool if you are," he finishes stupidly. "It's all good."

"Ryan," Brendon says, looking over his shoulder, and Ryan swallows hard, because fuck, Spencer is going to actually kill him if he makes Brendon feel shitty about something else in an effort to apologize.

"No," he says, quickly. "No, like, I mean it. It's not a big deal or anything, and you looked pretty, in a weird way. Not that it's weird for you, I mean, it's kind of weird for me." Ryan desperately wishes he could shut up.

"Wow, Ross," Brendon says. "This is hilarious." He's trying to sound dry, but he's blushing a little, and it makes Ryan feel strangely proud, like he maybe didn't fully fuck this up.

"Is it, like-- a thing?" Ryan asks, before he can help himself. He remembers what Spencer said, about Brendon wanting this, and Ryan has this weird and inexplicable need to know for some reason. "What does it do? Like why do you--"

"Ryan," Spencer snaps from behind him, and of course Spencer was eavesdropping. Ryan seriously should have seen that coming, but he still flinches. "That's not apologizing, you total dickwad," Spencer says, pushing past him to sit next to Brendon on the bed.

"I was trying," Ryan says with a huff. "You can't tell me to apologize and then tell me I'm doing it wrong."

"I can if you're doing it like an idiot," Spencer says, his eyes flashing in the way that means he's really, actually pretty pissed off.

Ryan's opening his mouth to say something when Brendon lays a hand on Spencer's arm and says, "Hey, no. It's okay. He said sorry, it's fine. It's okay."

"Yeah, see?" Ryan says. "Brendon says it's okay. Seriously, you should have just come to me in the first place, dude. I could have totally helped. I have tight pants."

"That's kind of an illogical leap," Brendon says, chuckling nervously when Spencer starts stroking at the small of his back. "Besides, I'm not dating you, so that would have been extra weird and extra illogical."

"I'm just saying, I know stuff," Ryan says, a little defensively, because it made perfect sense in his head. But also, hey, "Wait, you're dating Spencer? Since when are you dating Spencer? Why aren't you dating me instead?"

"Wow, no," Spencer says, standing up and putting himself in front of Brendon again. "This isn't about you, Ryan, for fuck's sake, and also stop hitting on my boyfriend."

Brendon laughs, loud and pleased, his face flushing happily. "Oh man, this got really funny really fast," he says, leaning his head against Spencer's hip as he laughs. His eyes are all bright and wide, and Ryan sort of wants to kiss him and seriously, what the fuck, he came here for pizza.

"I wasn't hitting on your boyfriend," Ryan mumbles, nudging at the carpet with his foot. "Besides, I'm still stuck on the fact that he is your boyfriend. Seriously, why aren't you dating me. Why didn't I know you two were even--"

"Because you're kind of dumb?" Brendon says, shrugging sheepishly. "We haven't exactly been super subtle, dude."

"You're just remarkably self-involved," Spencer grumps, dropping his hand to rub at the back of Brendon's neck. Ryan is totally not looking, except that he is a little.

"I know it's hard to believe we would date each other and not you, but there you go. You can leave now. There's leftover pizza in the fridge and I will personally kick your ass if you tell anyone about, you know." Spencer waves his hand around in a gesture that Ryan guesses is supposed to mean "our gay relationship and Brendon's thing for lady underwear."

"But wait, now I know," Ryan says, trying to ignore the real reason why he's pushing to stay. "I'm okay with it. So I don't have to go. Is it because you've heard I'm a bad kisser? Because that was one girl. I'm totally a good kisser."

Brendon laughs into Spencer's side and Spencer looks mildly put-off. "Ryan. Stop being so--"

"Is it my new haircut?" Ryan asks. "Is that why you aren't dating me?"

"--that," Spencer finishes, and Brendon hasn't stopped laughing. "Now goodbye. Go. Leave."

Ryan figures he might as well go all in, so he takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders and says, "Do I have to?"

"Yes," Spencer says without a moment's pause.

Brendon's still laughing, choking on air, and Ryan reaches out without thinking to touch at his lips where they're bitten red and shiny. Brendon trails off into a strangled laugh, looking up at Ryan with big eyes, and Spencer grabs his wrist, hard. But he doesn't pull Ryan's hand away.

"What," he says, sounding gruff and a little angry, "are you doing?"

"I don't know," Ryan answers honestly. "What are you doing, secretly dating and secretly wearing panties and secretly not telling me about it?"

"Yeah," Spencer says, clenching his fingers around Ryan's wrist and tugging, hard, until Ryan stumbles back a little. "You don't get to make out with Brendon because we hurt your feelings, you asshole. Now seriously, get out."

"Maybe I don't just want to make out with Brendon," Ryan snaps.

"Okay, well, I can't deal with this right now," Spencer says. "Will you please just leave?"

He sounds sort of scared, and Ryan should go, he really should, he should have gone as soon as he walked in. Instead, he walks forward and presses his lips against Spencer's, tugging just a little with his teeth until Spencer makes an annoyed noise and opens up, letting Ryan kiss him for real.

"What the fuck," Spencer says, pulling back and panting. "Ryan you can't just-- I'm dating Brendon, you can't just do this shit."

"I know," Ryan says, and he feels dizzy and too hot, a lot more turned on than he has any right to be. He's afraid to look over to Brendon. "I'm not. I'm not trying to be a dick, I just want--"

"I know what you want," Spencer grumbles, leaning in again and kissing Ryan hard, dragging his teeth over Ryan's bottom lip. Ryan groans, leaning down toward the bed until he stumbles and lands half in Spencer's lap, shifting over on the bed when Spencer makes a disgruntled noise. "You want to be the fucking center of attention. Like always."

"That's not--" Ryan's cut off when he feels Brendon's hand on his leg, Spencer's mouth moving down his jaw. He sits up, Spencer sitting up with him. "Okay, yeah, maybe. Fuck."

Spencer huffs out a laugh against Ryan's neck, his lips trailing down his throat and making Ryan's stomach clench up in a way that is definitely new, and definitely awesome. Brendon sits up, shifting on the bed and pressing his lips slowly to Ryan's, and Ryan just barely hears Spencer when he says in a low voice, "Tonight was supposed to be about Brendon, you selfish dick."

"It can still be about Brendon," Ryan pants against Brendon's mouth, only opening his eyes when Brendon pulls away to lick his lips, grinning down at Ryan's face. "I can-- Hey, since I'm, you know, okay with this. Can I still watch?"

"Do you even listen when I talk?" Spencer asks, but Brendon kisses Ryan again and his eyes slide shut as he opens his mouth under Brendon's. "Okay, fine. Whatever. Be all voyeuristic and shit. See if we care."

"I don't care," Brendon mumbles against Ryan's mouth, pulling away and yanking off his hoodie before reaching out for Spencer. "I don't care, just come on."

Ryan grins to himself as he scoots to the end of the bed, then swallows, hard, when Brendon's legs fall open to make room for Spencer. It's strange, watching them make out up close like this, and a lot fucking hotter than he thought it could be. No one's touching him - he's not even touching himself - but he feels itchy and turned on all over, his pants painfully tight across his dick.

"Shit," Brendon gasps out, his leg coming up to wrap around Spencer's, his toes digging into the crook of Spencer's knees. "Come on, Spence, please," he whines, squirming where he's pinned under Spencer's body. Brendon's free leg kicks out and connects with Ryan's knee, and Ryan grabs for his ankle mindlessly, holding his leg still.

"Unfair," Brendon gasps, and he's shaking a little under Ryan's hand, tiny tremors running through his foot. Ryan squeezes tighter and rubs his fingers over Brendon's foot.

Spencer laughs, deep and low, and Brendon gasps out and arches up after a second, mumbling nonsense against Spencer's mouth.

"Pants off," Spencer says, pulling back to fumble with Brendon's fly. Brendon nods and lifts his hips when Spencer pulls his pants down, and Ryan yanks them over Brendon's knees and off his feet without taking his eyes away from Brendon because holy shit.

Brendon's hard - like, really hard - his cock straining at the front of the panties, outlined by the clinging cotton. They're purple, with lace at the bottom and down the sides, and tiny bows right before the lace ends on Brendon's thighs. Ryan can see a wet spot at the top of the fabric, where Brendon's cock is trapped. Spencer keeps running his hands up and down Brendon's flushed chest and his sides, making Brendon gasp and arch up, and okay, yeah, Ryan doesn't know if it's just Brendon's ass or the cut of the panties, but that is a whole lot of lace clinging to Brendon's ass, and Ryan kind of can't breathe.

Ryan's mouth is hanging open, and he feels overwhelmed by how hot all of this is. He's trying to snap himself out of it when Spencer makes a ragged, low noise and buries his face in Brendon's lap, nosing at Brendon's cock and kissing his thighs and licking at him through the delicate fabric.

"Shit," Ryan says, unable to take his eyes away from the swell of Brendon's ass that peeks out from the panties when he arches up underneath Spencer. "Jesus, like--"

"Shut up," Spencer says. His voice is muffled because his mouth is on Brendon's dick, and Brendon's dick is in panties, and Ryan's brain is pretty much fried right now.

"Come here," Brendon says, his voice breaking off into a moan when Spencer does something that makes his hips jerk up suddenly. "Ryan, come here," he says, and Ryan might be brain dead, but he's not stupid.

Brendon tugs him down as soon as he's close enough, kissing him wet and sloppy, biting at Ryan's lips. He starts whimpering into Ryan's mouth after a few minutes, and when Ryan pulls away to look down, he groans and feels his own cock jerk in his pants, fully hard and throbbing now. Brendon's underwear are wet now at the front, stained darker with Spencer's spit and his own precome, and Spencer keeps mouthing along the line of Brendon's cock, tracing his tongue over the thin cotton. Brendon gasps and arches up, and Ryan puts a hand low on his belly without thinking, holding him down.

Spencer looks up at him and grins, and Ryan's breath catches stupid and sudden in his chest. Spencer's eyes are dark and little wild, his mouth red and shiny with spit, and Ryan leans over Brendon's body and kisses him, hard.

Ryan can hear Brendon suck in a quick breath when Spencer opens his mouth with Ryan's, his tongue sliding past Ryan's lips for just a second before drawing back. Ryan freezes, the reality of all this hitting him - Spencer's mouth was just on Brendon's dick - but then Spencer's cupping the back of his neck, tugging at the hair there until Ryan kisses back again.

They trade kisses until they're interrupted by Brendon arching underneath them, whining high-pitched and desperate, and Spencer huffs out a laugh against Ryan's mouth.

"Right. I should get back to--"

Spencer's trails off as Ryan reaches down and pets slowly at Brendon's cock, his fingers just brushing the outline under the damp fabric of the panties. He watches the way Brendon's cock jerks under his hand as Brendon groans weakly.

"Fuck, Brendon," Ryan says breathlessly.

"Yeah, someday," Spencer says, his voice rough. "Now move. It wasn't actually part of my plan to tease Brendon this long."

"Fuck you, yes, it was," Brendon pants, but then Spencer's ducking back down between Brendon's legs, and Brendon can't do much besides tilt his head back on the pillow and whine.

Ryan settles next to Brendon again, staring with wide eyes as Spencer grabs at Brendon's hips and starts to suck over his cock through the panties. The cloth is nearly soaked through from spit and precome, and Ryan doesn't know why it's so hot, seeing the shape of Brendon's cock straining at the material, the lace riding up high on Brendon's thighs.

"You taste so good, Brendon, so pretty like this," Spencer whispers in a rush, petting at Brendon's hips, and Ryan glances up to Brendon's face, where he's flushed bright red and sweating from twisting under Spencer. Brendon has to be close - fuck, Ryan's pretty sure he's close - from the way he's whining constantly now, trying to push up against Spencer's mouth.

Ryan shifts on the bed again, tempted to start whining himself. He's so hard it hurts, just from watching, and he figures Spencer and Brendon are too busy to notice when he slides his hand down to rub at himself through his jeans. The material is rough and tight across his cock, and it's not really making anything better, but he has to do something.

Ryan keeps rubbing over his cock, his eyes trained on Brendon, and he almost groans out loud when Spencer finally starts to slide the panties down, his mouth still moving over the base of Brendon's cock through the wet fabric. Brendon arches and moans and Ryan almost bites a hole in his lip from how fucking hot it is, from how Brendon looks, how he's reacting to everything. Spencer doesn't pull the panties down very far, just enough so the head of Brendon's cock pokes out, but his cock is so swollen and the tip is smeared with precome and Ryan is maybe a little bit jealous when Spencer leans down and sucks just the tip into his mouth.

"Oh god, oh shit, Spencer," Brendon gasps, his hands reaching down to grab at Spencer's shoulders. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

"Seriously," Ryan mumbles, his hand dropping back down to his side because he's afraid more touching will result in him coming in his pants. And that just seems like a waste when there's a good chance he can convince someone to touch his dick later.

"Please," Brendon begs, and Ryan leans down to kiss at the side of his neck, lips trailing over the sweaty skin. Ryan stares down Brendon's body to where Spencer is licking wetly over the head of his cock, his tongue sliding over Brendon's slit until Brendon's hips are jerking up again, his whole body tense and shaky from holding back, from being so on edge. "Please, please."

"So fucking gorgeous, Brendon," Spencer breathes. He lets go of Brendon's hip to grab at his cock through the damp material of the panties, jerking him off fast and letting his lips slide back over the head of Brendon's cock.

"Spencer," Brendon gasps out desperately, his fingers grabbing onto Spencer's head. "Spencer please, I'm-- I can't-- please." Ryan can feel Brendon's throat move under his lips, hear how loud and fast his heart is beating, and it's overwhelming enough for him. He can't imagine how Brendon feels.

"Just a little more," Spencer says, his voice muffled, and Ryan groans almost as loud as Brendon when Spencer grabs onto the base of Brendon's cock and squeezes, sucking the head into his mouth so hard his cheeks hollow out.

Brendon arches up and yells out sharply, his entire body shaking when he finally starts to come. Spencer pulls off quickly and strokes him through it, rubbing at Brendon's cock through the soaked panties as Brendon comes all over his own stomach and up his chest.

Ryan stares helplessly - because seriously, holy shit - and pets clumisly at Brendon's shoulder and down his arm. Brendon's skin is hot and he's still twitching, his thighs shaking and his stomach jumping as he pants. Brendon makes a small, distressed noise, and Ryan looks down to see that Spencer's still rubbing at his cock through the panties, his fingers stroking over the wet fabric, making Brendon twist and squirm away from the touch.

Spencer finally lets go, scooting up on the bed until he can get at Brendon's stomach. Then he leans down and just licks up Brendon's stomach, licking away Brendon's come, and Ryan's brain totally and completely malfunctions as Brendon arches up under Spencer's mouth.

"Dude," Ryan says. "Like... dude."

"You sure know how to kill a mood," Brendon says, slow and a little slurred. He's collapsed back on the bed, now, his shoulder digging into Ryan's hip and his hands stroking idly at Spencer's head where it rests on his stomach.

Ryan's feeling out of place until he notices Spencer reaching down and unzipping the fly on his jeans, slipping his hands down into his pants. Ryan stares as Spencer starts to jerk himself off, and seriously, this is pretty fucking weird, but also really fucking hot. Spencer's hand is moving fast under his jeans, and it's only when he groans and starts nosing softly at Brendon's cock that Ryan makes himself move forward, swallowing heavily and ducking down to kiss Spencer on the mouth.

Brendon makes a startled noise and Spencer just groans, kissing back. He tastes strange, sort of salty and bitter, and shit, Ryan shouldn't find it so hot that he's tasting Brendon's come. Ryan angles his body so he can reach down, grabbing Spencer's wrist where his hand is still jerking himself off.

"Wait, Spence, let me--"

"Let you what?" Spencer asks, panting softly.

"Let me bake you a fucking cake, come on, what do you think," Ryan grumbles.

"He wants to touch your dick," Brendon supplies helpfully, and Spencer smacks Brendon's cock as he sits up. Brendon jumps, gasping, and Ryan hates that he's kind of turned on by that, too.

"Okay," Spencer says finally, hurriedly yanking his pants down far enough to free his cock and leaning forward to kiss Ryan. Ryan's pretty sure he saw Spencer's cheeks go red before he leaned in, but he doesn't want to ruin his good thing here, so he lets it slide without comment. Ryan reaches out until his fingers connect with Spencer's swollen cock, and then he starts to jerk Spencer off, fast and a little rough. He can't stop dwelling on the fact that he's touching Spencer's cock, and maybe it should be fucked up, but it's really, really not.

Touching a cock that's not his own is strange at first. Spencer's cock is thicker than Ryan's, and his wrist is at an awkward angle, but Ryan has long fingers and it's really incredibly hot, how warm Spencer is in his hand and the noises he's making against Ryan's lips.

"Harder," Spencer says after a minute, his mouth open and panting as they kiss, and Ryan can hear the desperation in Spencer's voice. It's a relief that Spencer got just as turned on as Ryan has from all this.

Ryan lets his teeth catch at Spencer's lips and squeezes his hand on the upstroke, his grip now slick from precome. Spencer's hips move with Ryan's hand and his groans get softer as he gets closer, his kisses messy and uncoordinated.

"Fuck, Spence," Ryan says, and then, just as Brendon reaches down to pet at Spencer's hip, Ryan says, "Come on. Come on already, Spencer."

Spencer huffs out a quick laugh that turns into a whine and then he's coming wet over Ryan's fist, his cock pulsing.

"Holy shit," Ryan says, staring at his hand. "You just came on me."

"Oh my god," Spencer groans, twisting around and collapsing with his head on Brendon's waist. "Oh my god, I can't believe I just let you touch my dick."

Brendon snorts, petting at Spencer's head, and reaches out for Ryan's wrist, tugging a little until Ryan scoots closer. Ryan doesn't know what he was expecting, but he was so, so not ready for Brendon to lean in and suck Ryan's fingers into his mouth.

"Oh my god," Ryan says, his eyes closing involuntarily as Brendon licks at his fingers. Brendon starts to suck, the warm, tugging feeling going straight to Ryan's dick, and he cries out and presses his free hand back down against the front of his jeans.

"Fuck," he says, his hips jerking forward helplessly as Brendon sucks on his fingers. "Fuck, come on, someone has to touch my dick." There's maybe an embarassing whine in his voice, but everyone else has had an orgasm and Ryan is so beyond ready for his turn.

"We don't have to," Spencer says, but his eyes are still dark where he's watching Brendon suck at Ryan's fingers, and Ryan is totally about to get his dick touched, oh my god.

Brendon pulls off of Ryan's fingers with a wet noise, and Ryan's hips jerk forward again. "Seriously," he says, his voice strained. "Seriously, please."

"Spence," Brendon says. "Don't be mean."

"I'm not being mean," Spencer says, kicking his pants off. "I'm being lazy. You do it, Brendon."

"Someone do it," Ryan whines. "Before I die."

"I guess I can take one for the team," Brendon says, grinning widely, and Ryan's only a little bit embarrassed at how excited he is right now. He reaches down to fumble with his pants, kicking them off and knocking his foot into Spencer's shin in the process.

"Hey, watch it," Spencer grumbles, but Ryan misses the sound as he wrestles his t-shirt up over his head.

Brendon blinks at Ryan, grinning again as he crawls forward toward Ryan on the mattress. "That was some impressive stripping."

"Thanks," Ryan says breathlessly. "Now please get me off now, oh my god."

Brendon laughs and shoves at Ryan's chest, pushing at him until Ryan settles with his back against the wall. Brendon strokes at his thighs and Ryan spreads his legs wider, arching up.

"Gonna die," Ryan says, looking at Brendon in what he hopes is a pleading manner.

"You're not going to die, jerkoff," Spencer says sleepily from somewhere around Ryan's feet.

"I might die," Ryan says. "I could."

"You won't," Brendon says, climbing over Ryan's lap and settling down on his thighs. "I promise."

Ryan looks up at him with wide eyes, his hands coming up to rest on Brendon's hips and steady him over Ryan's lap. He can feel the lace underneath his fingers, the soft material of the panties, and Ryan figures Brendon won't give him shit for looking down.

The front of the panties are still wet with spit and come, which should definitely not be as hot as Ryan's finding it. Brendon's cock is half-hard, the shape of it outlined by the underwear, and Ryan's thinking about sliding his hands down to touch when Brendon makes a noise, grabbing at Ryan's cock.

Ryan's hips buck up, his eyes quickly meeting Brendon's amused expression. "Spencer wasn't kidding," Brendon says.

"I-- hey," Ryan says weakly, but Brendon's hand is tight around his cock, skimming his palm up over the head to get it slick with precome before sliding his grip back down. Ryan's fingers dig harder into Brendon's hips, swallowing a whine whenever Brendon slows down. "No, seriously," Ryan says breathlessly. Forming words is kind of hard at the moment. "Why were you talking about my dick?" He pokes at Spencer's leg with his foot.

"Because it's my favorite, favorite topic of conversation," Spencer says sleepily. "I can't believe that is what you're choosing to focus on right now."

He has a point. Brendon's jerking him off tight and fast, slowing down every few strokes to twist roughly around the head, and it's pretty much fucking perfect. Ryan squeezes back around Brendon's hips, letting the tips of his fingers slip down beneath the waistband of Brendon's panties and pet at the soft skin underneath. Brendon squeezes around his cock, and Ryan moans, tipping his head forward to rest on Brendon's shoulder.

"He talks about your dick a lot," Brendon whispers into his ear. "He's not very subtle."

"I can fucking hear you, Brendon, shut up," Spencer groans.

"Wait, really?" Ryan says, lifting his head and looking up at Brendon with wide eyes. "I knew it."

"You didn't know anything, Ryan, now shut the fuck up and come already so we can go to sleep," Spencer snaps, and Ryan can tell he's embarrassed. Like, really fucking embarrassed, if the tense edge in his voice is any indication.

"Good to know you're still cranky after you come, Spence," Ryan says, his hips bucking up into Brendon's grip as he starts to jerk Ryan off more intently.

Brendon snorts out a laugh before quickly turning his head to apologize to Spencer. "Sorry, but he's right. You do get cranky."

"I thought he was pissed at me the first time we jerked off together," Ryan says, squeezing at Brendon's ass where his hands have slid down the back of his panties.

"You never told me about that, Spencer," Brendon says, shifting in Ryan's lap so he can get a better angle.

"I don't like what is happening here," Spencer says, getting to his knees on the bed and pressing himself to Brendon's back. His face is flushed, but before Ryan can really say anything Spencer shifts to the side so he can get at Brendon's mouth and kisses him, deep and wet.

It's probably just to shut him up, but it's still hot and it's making Brendon's hand squeeze tighter and tighter around Ryan's cock, so Ryan's not exactly going to complain. Brendon squirms in his lap, pushing back against Ryan's hands on his ass, and when Ryan strokes down further he can feel Spencer pressed up behind Brendon, his knuckles brushing over Spencer's hips through the panties.

Spencer makes a muffled noise into Brendon's mouth and Ryan arches his hips and whines, straining as Brendon keeps a fast rhythm over his cock.

"Come on," Ryan breathes, trying not to let his eyes slip shut with the building pleasure. Because holy fuck, the way the two of them look, making out in front of Ryan. Brendon's already hard again, his cock pressing out against the material of the panties, and every time Ryan squeezes at his ass Brendon moans into Spencer's mouth.

"Please, please, come on," Ryan whines again, because he's so close, and Spencer and Brendon finally pull apart with a wet noise. Spencer rests his chin on Brendon's shoulder and meets Ryan's gaze.

"Come on, Ryan," Spencer says in a low voice, staring straight at him, and Ryan feels his skin flush just as he finally comes. He arches his hips with Brendon's hand and lets out a long moan, tilting his head back until it hits the wall with a loud thunk.

"Holy shit," Ryan says weakly, his thighs twitching and his cock still throbbing faintly. His stomach jumps when Brendon wipes his hand off on Ryan's skin, but Brendon cuts him off with a kiss before he can complain. Brendon's lips are still wet and swollen from kissing Spencer, his mouth moving a little desperately with Ryan's. Ryan kisses Brendon back messily, his fingers flexing where they're still cupping Brendon's ass through the back of his panties. Brendon moans and presses forward, so far in Ryan's lap that his cock presses into Ryan's stomach, straining against the thin layer of material.

Spencer laughs and runs his hand down Brendon's back before falling back on the mattress. "Still not it," he says.

"You get pissy and lazy, Spencer, damn," Ryan says as Brendon rocks in his lap.

"This just means we get to make him jerk himself off when he gets hard again," Brendon says with a grin.

Ryan smiles back kind of stupidly, but his whole body is still tingling and Brendon is rocking down in his lap and Spencer's been thinking about his dick. Life is pretty sweet. "So hey," he asks, "Do you want me to..." Ryan's not really sure what he's offering, but he squeezes at Brendon's ass again and Brendon rocks forward, spreading his knees a bit wider over Ryan's lap. It makes Brendon sort of open, and Ryan's fingers slip down, brushing over Brendon's hole mostly on accident. Ryan freezes, half panicked and half desperately curious, but then Brendon moans out and presses back against Ryan's fingers, shifting his hips until Ryan gets the hint and starts stroking over Brendon's hole.

Brendon starts rocking in Ryan's lap in earnest, his cock pressing into Ryan's stomach when he moves forward and his ass pressing against Ryan's fingers when he rocks back. "Jesus," Ryan says. He's more than a little overwhelmed here, but Brendon's making these tiny noises and broken little gasps every time Ryan's fingers press down firmly. "Jesus, like, yeah? I mean do you want--"

"No," Spencer says, suddenly and out of nowhere. "No. You are not fucking my boyfriend."

"Hey, that's my decision, jerkwad," Brendon says brokenly. "But yeah, no," he continues, looking down at Ryan apologetically. "You're not putting your dick in my ass. It's a lot of dick."

"Oh," Ryan says. He's mostly disappointed but also strangely proud of his dick. It's a weird feeling. He pulls his hands out of Brendon's panties reluctantly and pets at his hips, across his stomach, his fingers just barely brushing over Brendon's cock.

"Fuck," Brendon hisses. "Fuck, Ryan. Come on. Can you just--" Brendon blushes and trails off, but then he licks his lips and glances down, and oh. Right.

"This," Spencer says, "is going to be fucking funny."

"Shut up," Ryan says. "Shut up. I can totally blow him. I can blow the hell out of him."

Spencer laughs, loud and obnoxious, and Ryan rolls his eyes and ignores the burning in his cheeks. Brendon, for his part, looks equal parts pleased and relieved as he crawls off of Ryan's lap, settling in next to Ryan with his back up against the wall.

Ryan smiles at him, kind of nervously, and Brendon leans over and kisses him, soft and slow. "Trust me," he says quietly against Ryan's lips, "pretty much anything you do right now is going to feel fucking amazing."

Ryan grins, feeling strangely relieved, and trails his lips down Brendon's jaw, kissing down his neck and smiling when Brendon starts to squirm. Ryan shifts, kneeling over Brendon so he can have a better angle to suck at the skin over Brendon's collarbone.

"Shit," Brendon says, clutching at Ryan's shoulders. "Shit, that feels so good."

It's pretty awesome, the way Brendon is squirming and gasping and arching up. Ryan's totally amazing at the whole gay sex thing.

"Stop looking so smug," Spencer says, leaning in to kiss at Brendon's ear, and Ryan pouts in Spencer's general direction before settling himself in front of Brendon, letting his lips trail down Brendon's chest.

"He can look smug if he wants," Brendon breathes out, shuddering as Spencer sucks at his earlobe. "I'm okay with smug-- oh god, Spence, you guys."

Ryan huffs a laugh into the soft skin of Brendon's stomach, trailing kisses lower as Spencer shuts Brendon up with his mouth.

Ryan takes a look at the front of Brendon's ruined panties, a darker spot already forming from precome again. Ryan kisses once at the shape of Brendon's cock through the material and then hooks his fingers into the elastic at Brendon's hips, tugging them down. Ryan gets the panties about mid-thigh before stopping, pulling them down far enough to free Brendon's cock so it's flushed hard and jutting up toward his stomach.

Ryan cock twinges, and he winces because he seriously just came, but Brendon looks so good. He's naked and hard in front of Ryan, ruined panties twisted around his thighs, and Ryan suddenly really, really needs to have Brendon's cock in his mouth. He reaches out and grabs Brendon's cock, trying to take as much into his mouth as he can in one go. He gets about halfway down before Brendon yelps and bucks his hips up, effectively choking Ryan with his dick.

Ryan pulls back, coughing, tears at the corner of his eyes, and he shoots Spencer a glare where he's laughing into Brendon's neck.

"Sorry," Brendon pants, reaching down to pet at Ryan's hair. "Fuck, sorry. I didn't think you were going to--"

"Yeah, yeah," Ryan mumbles before leaning down again, this time keeping his free hand on Brendon's hip and just sucking around the head. The taste isn't so bad, and it's not too much to take when Ryan goes slow. It probably helps that Spencer's holding Brendon's hips down as he kisses at his neck, so every time Brendon whines and tries to arch his hips up, Ryan doesn't choke again.

Ryan thinks he must be doing a good job if the noises Brendon's making are any indication, but he pulls off to swallow anyway, his tongue starting to feel weird in his mouth. He reaches underneath Brendon and grabs at his ass, tilting Brendon's hips up and flicking his tongue slowly over the tip of Brendon's cock.

"Oh shit, Ryan," Brendon moans, tilting his head to kiss Spencer again. His fingers tug insistently at Ryan's hair as Ryan licks up the length of Brendon's cock, glancing up to see the way Brendon's flushed down to his chest, the way his skin is damp and shining with sweat.

Ryan shifts his grip on Brendon's ass, his fingers brushing between Brendon's ass and over his hole again. Brendon gasps and jumps in Ryan's grip, his cock visibly twitching where it rests under Ryan's mouth.

"Hey, Brendon, can I--" Ryan coughs, his voice coming out rough.

"Just-- just not inside, please, shit," Brendon pants.

"We haven't done that yet," Spencer adds in a low voice, kissing gently at Brendon's neck, and Ryan gets a little dizzy when his head fills with images of what they probably have done together.

"Right," Ryan says. "Right, yeah."

"Please," Brendon moans, and Ryan keeps two fingers pressing carefully at Brendon's hole, a gentle pressure as he sucks Brendon's cock back into his mouth. His jaw is starting to hurt but he can feel how close Brendon is, the way his thighs are shaking and trying to spread open wider, trapped together by the panties.

"Yes, yes," Brendon gasps, his hands tugging sharply at Ryan's hair as Ryan's cheeks hollow, sucking harder and using his tongue to press at the underside of Brendon's cock. Ryan keeps pressing at Brendon's hole, rubbing softly, until finally Brendon starts to push Ryan's head away, saying, "Okay, okay, Ryan, I'm gonna--"

"Shit, right," Ryan says, a little reluctant to pull off. He's seriously tempted to keep sucking, just to see what it's like, but he doesn't want to make an ass of himself. Not anymore than he already has. He keeps moving his hand fast over Brendon's cock, slick with spit, squeezing up under the head. Brendon arches up when his orgasm hits and comes wet over Ryan's hand, his body shaking while Ryan strokes him through it.

"Shit," Brendon groans, collapsing back against Spencer's shoulder, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "Shit, you win."

"Seriously?" Ryan asks with a grin, wiping his hand off on Brendon's stomach in retaliation before helping him tug the panties all the way off.

"No. It isn't a contest, what the fuck," Spencer says, but his voice is rough, his cock very clearly hard just from watching them.

"But if it was, I win," Ryan says, smiling smugly. "Brendon said so. You heard him."

"Congratulations, Ryan," Spencer says, pulling Brendon in closer to his body. "You're good at sucking dick."

"Yeah I am," Ryan says proudly, yanking the panties off the end of Brendon's foot.

"You guys ruined my underwear," Brendon says sadly.

"We'll buy you more," Spencer says, petting at Brendon's hair.

"These aren't so bad," Ryan says, staring. They're soaked in spit and come, yeah, but it's not like they're torn or anything.

"Yeah, no," Brendon says. "They're pretty fucking gross, and all stretched out, I'm going to have to toss them."

"Oh," Ryan says, and despite trying desperately not to say what's going through his head, he says, "I'll take them."

"Dude," Spencer says. "Dude, that's not okay."

"How is it any less okay than wearing them in the first place?" Ryan asks.

"Because us liking when Brendon wears them is not the same thing as you asking to keep his dirty underwear, you giant pervert."

"Whatever, fuck you," Ryan says. "It's like... a ticket stub, or something."

"Right," Spencer says dryly. "Right, you just go ahead and hang Brendon's dirty panties on your wall right next to your concert stubs, dude. Make sure to tell me how that works out for you."

"Hey," Brendon says, sitting up to kiss Ryan lightly on the corner of his mouth. "They're my underwear, and you can keep them if you want. It's kind of sweet, in a really creepy way."

"See?" Ryan says in Spencer's general direction.

"Whatever, perv," Spencer says. "Someone blow me so I can go to sleep."

"Not it," Ryan says. "See? Do you see how that feels now?"

Spencer rolls his eyes, looking hopefully over at Brendon, and Brendon leans down to kiss him, deep and wet, trailing his hand down Spencer's belly and pulling away right when Spencer starts to shift up into the touch.

"Yeah, sorry, I'm really hungry," Brendon says.

"This is what I'm saying," Ryan says. "How fucking good does pizza sound right now?"

"Oh, fuck you both," Spencer says, falling back against the mattress heavily. "But make sure you don't heat mine up too long."

"Sure thing, princess," Ryan says, rolling off the bed to go clean up. He doesn't notice Brendon follow him to the bathroom until he sees Brendon in the mirror behind him while he's washing his hands.

Brendon leans his chin on Ryan's shoulder, and Ryan ducks his head and smiles because he can tell Brendon's on his tiptoes.

"Hey," Brendon says quietly. "Thanks for not freaking out."

Ryan turns the water off, drying his hands on the towel next to the sink. "I wouldn't-- I'm not that much of a douchebag, Brendon, I promise I'm okay with it. It was hot."

Brendon laughs, wrapping his arms around Ryan's waist and meeting his eyes in the mirror. "Yeah. I got that when you sucked my dick. But you're really okay with this? Like, with us? Doing this with us? No freaking out?"

"Nah," Ryan says, turning around in Brendon's arms, but before he can say anything else Spencer is yelling out to them, "Are you jerking each other off again? Because that's fucking cheating, you dicks."

"We should probably feed him before he attacks," Ryan says, leaning forward to press his lips quickly to Brendon's as he laughs.

"Yeah," Brendon says, stretching past Ryan and reaching for the washcloth. "Yeah, we should. But you should definitely make orgasm noises while you warm up the pizza."

"That was never a question," Ryan says.

Give You What You Give To Me, Jon/Brendon, NC-17

allfourinches — Tue, 30 Mar 2010 22:27:15 GMT

Title: Give You What You Give To Me
Authors: fallintosilence and boweryd
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jon/Brendon
Word Count: 3,700+
Summary: "Brendon's been moping. Loudly. Since about five minutes after you left."
Warnings: Barebacking, felching.
Author Notes: Part of fallintosilence's existing arranged marriage AU (see more here and here and here and here). Written for the kink bingo prompt "rimming/felching." Thanks to untappedbeauty for the beta, although we are no longer allowed to thank her for explaining to boweryd that periods exist and can be used in place of commas sometimes, because that is a lesson boweryd still has not learned. COMMAS! :D! Title from the song "Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground" by The White Stripes.

Jon is barely inside the door, still stomping his boots onto the rug, when Ryan sticks his head in and says, "Brendon's been moping. Loudly. Since about five minutes after you left."

"Lovely to see you too," Jon says, gritting his teeth as he fights with the laces on his boots. It had been a long trip this time, longer than ever before, and Jon is tired and cold and filthy and eager to see Brendon. Even more so now. "A little help?" he asks Ryan as he struggles to get the knot in his laces undone.

"I just washed my hands," Ryan says.

Jon glares at him. "Where's Brendon?" he asks, finally getting the knot undone and yanking his boots off.

"He's around here somewhere," Ryan answers, flapping his hand around vaguely. "Probably sighing heavily and waxing poetic about your eyes."

Jon grins despite himself. "My eyes?" he asks.

"Spencer served wine with dinner one night. Apparently Brendon's never had it before."

"Oh god," Jon says.

"Also you have the 'backside of a statue or something,' and that is a direct quote."

"I hate you," Jon says, and he can tell he's blushing from the way Ryan is smirking. "I hate you both, and I didn't even miss you," Jon says over his shoulder as he heads up the stairs.

Jon reaches the top of the stairs and pauses as he passes the bedroom. He's pretty sure Brendon's in there, and he wants nothing more than to go throw himself into the bed and pull Brendon in after him, but he's filthy from his trip. He's almost positive all the mud would ruin any romance in the romantic reunion he's been dreaming of for a month.

Jon doesn't spend any more time than he needs to in the bath, as good as it feels to clean off in warm water. He half-heartedly dries off and then heads to his room with a towel around his waist, his heart thudding loudly in his chest. He feels stupidly nervous and excited at the prospect of seeing Brendon again, and Jon stops in the doorway to take a deep breath before he pushes open the door.

Jon isn't sure what he's expecting to see, but the tension in his chest loosens somewhat when he sees Brendon curled up in the bed, fast asleep. Stepping closer, Jon can see that Brendon's hugging the blankets in front of him and Jon can't help it, it's been too long. He lets the towel fall to the floor and crawls into the bed behind Brendon. He manages to get his arm around Brendon's waist, trying to resist petting at his smooth, bare skin, before Brendon starts to stir, jerking awake and turning around, eyes going wide.

"Jon!" Brendon gasps, his voice rough with sleep and his hair sticking up a little. Jon presses his face into Brendon's neck and breathes in, taking in the way Brendon smells, how warm he is.

Brendon turns the rest of the way around, half tangled in the sheets, and wraps his arms around Jon, clinging for dear life.

"I missed you, I missed you," Brendon says into Jon's shoulder, his voice a little shaky, and Jon wraps his arms around Brendon's waist, holding him tight and petting at his back.

"I missed you too, Brendon," Jon says into Brendon's hair, and Brendon clings tighter, his body soft and warm and home.

Jon takes a second, just breathing Brendon in. Brendon refuses to let go, until Jon ducks his head down and finds Brendon's lips. Jon kisses him slowly at first, and then a little harder when Brendon moans and presses closer, body flush against Jon's. Jon can feel where their cocks brush together under the sheets, both half-hard, and Jon only wanted to see Brendon but now he can't help it, not when Brendon keeps squirming and making noises as he opens his mouth for Jon.

Jon pulls back for a second, looking down at Brendon's face. Brendon's clearly still a little sleepy, his lips now red and wet. "Is this okay?" Jon asks, surprised how rough his own voice comes out.

Brendon nods, says, "Yes, yes please. I missed you a lot, it wasn't--" Brendon cuts himself off, ducking his head down. Jon can see the blush that creeps up into his cheeks. "It's not the same without you here."

"I know," Jon says, and he does. He tried to push Brendon from his mind when he could, but at night, curled up in a tent alone, Jon missed this more than anything. "I love you, Brendon."

"I love you too," Brendon whispers before he kisses Jon again, hard, already panting a little. Jon's more than a little surprised at the way Brendon is taking initiative, how much he's showing that he wants this. Usually Jon has to coax Brendon into opening up about his feelings, into doing what he wants to. Not that he's complaining, not when Brendon is soft and warm and here.

"Brendon," Jon says after a moment, pulling back so they can both catch their breath. He trails wet kisses down Brendon's jaw, to his neck. Jon can't seem to keep his mouth off of him. Brendon's hips jerk forward when Jon sucks at one particularly sensitive spot on his neck, his head tilting back for Jon's mouth. "What do you want to do, Brendon?"

Brendon whines, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded like he's still sleepy, his mouth hanging open a bit. Jon nips at the pale skin of Brendon's neck and Brendon blinks and shakes his head suddenly, like something occurs to him. He stops squirming, pulling back a little and biting nervously at his lip. "I'm-- Sorry, Jon, I didn't mean to--"

Brendon looks down again and Jon frowns, reaching forward to cup the back of Brendon's neck, shifting his body closer so they're touching again. "Hey. Hey, Brendon, shh. That's not what I meant, okay? I like this. I like you like this." Jon stops and presses a kiss to Brendon's collarbone, feeling the way Brendon shudders underneath him. "I just want to know what you want to do. Because right now I want nothing more than to be inside you," Jon adds in a low voice, hoping it's not so forward that it makes Brendon retreat further. It works, though, Brendon making a small noise and shuddering again, leaning into Jon as Jon rolls onto his back.

"Hey, c'mere," Jon says, patting Brendon's hip, and Brendon's skin is flushed pink and perfect as he crawls out from the sheets, straddling one of Jon's thighs and leaning over him. "You're beautiful," Jon says, leaning up to kiss Brendon, not quite able to keep from saying it.

"Please," Brendon whispers, kissing back harder. Jon pulls Brendon's bottom lip between his teeth, petting at Brendon's lower back and feeling the way Brendon rocks his body down over Jon's thighs. "Please, I want that too."

"I know, baby," Jon says, and Brendon makes a small noise and tucks his face into Jon's neck, kissing gently as Jon trails his hand down to Brendon's ass, sliding his fingers between and brushing them over Brendon's hole, feeling his whole body jerk.

"Did you touch yourself this time?" Jon asks, his fingers still brushing over Brendon, not quite pressing in yet. He remembers back to when he taught Brendon how, how he made Brendon promise to do it if he wanted to, that it was okay.

"O-Once," Brendon breathes into Jon's shoulder, spreading his legs a little wider and hissing when his cock slides wetly over Jon's thigh. "It's not the same. I like it better with you."

"Fuck, no kidding," Jon groans, because every time Brendon squirms and grinds down over Jon's thigh, it goes straight to Jon's cock. "I like it better with you too. Can you get the oil, Brendon?"

Brendon nods, and it makes Jon happy to see that he looks reluctant to pull away. Brendon grabs the oil from the nightstand and gives it to Jon, settling back over Jon's thigh and leaning down to kiss him again. Jon is happy to oblige. He's missed this so much, the way Brendon tastes and the way Brendon moves on top of him and the soft noises he makes. It took Brendon some time to really become comfortable with this, with Jon, but now that he is, it's like he can't help himself sometimes. It's really, absurdly hot.

Jon rubs some oil on two fingers, trying to warm it a little before he moves his hand back down to Brendon's ass. Brendon spreads his legs automatically and Jon's cock throbs. He's a little disappointed he isn't back there watching right now.

Jon rubs his index finger over Brendon's hole again, getting him slick before he starts to press his finger in. Brendon's tight, tighter than Jon remembers, and Jon has to force himself to go slow, to wait for Brendon to relax. He rubs low at Brendon's back with his other hand, tilting his head until he finds Brendon's lips and kisses him slowly.

"It's okay, baby, just relax for me," Jon says in a soft voice, and Brendon nods slowly, opening up a bit around Jon's finger. Jon starts pressing in again until his finger sinks in as deep as he can reach at this angle, and Brendon moans low in his throat and mouths at Jon's neck.

Jon can feel Brendon's cock jerk as he rocks against Jon's thigh and then back against his finger. Jon's always a little amazed at how much this turns Brendon on, how it's something he's never been able to hide, even back when this was all new and he was more embarrassed and worried about pleasing Jon than anything else.

"More, please, Jon," Brendon says, his breath warm next to Jon's ear, and Jon eases his finger out only to add a second, feeling the way Brendon automatically tightens and tries to draw Jon's fingers in deeper. Jon keeps his hand stroking low over Brendon's back, already damp with sweat, and then Brendon starts to rock back, trying to take Jon's fingers deeper again.

"God, Brendon," Jon says in awe, kissing at the side of Brendon's neck as Brendon whines and tries to ride his fingers. Jon presses in deeper, feeling the way Brendon's body opens up for him, and he has a feeling that once he gets inside Brendon he isn't going to last very long. From the way Brendon's cock is still sliding wetly over his thigh, though, Jon doesn't think Brendon is too far behind.

"Please, I'm ready," Brendon pants after a few moments of Jon working his fingers in and out. Usually Jon would protest, insisting they take more time to get Brendon ready, because a part of him is still terrified he's going to fuck this up. But Jon's missed this so much, missed being with Brendon like this. He hopes Brendon isn't just trying to please him when he grabs the oil and pours some in his hand, reaching down to slick it over his cock and using the rest to make sure Brendon's wet enough, to make it easier to press in.

"Can I-- please, let me," Brendon says, the red suddenly flooding back into his cheeks as he settles over Jon's lap and reaches down to wrap his fingers around Jon's cock. He lines himself up and Jon stares, wide-eyed, at Brendon's flushed and sweaty skin, the way his cock is hard and bobbing in front of him, precome wet at the tip. Brendon eases himself down slowly, his eyes scrunched up when the head of Jon's cock pushes inside, but then he's sinking down and it's blindingly tight heat, squeezing around Jon's throbbing cock.

"Oh, oh," Brendon gasps, and Jon really couldn't agree more. He doesn't know how he could ever forget how good this feels, Brendon tight around his cock, shaking, breath hitching as he tries to find a good angle before settling in. When he finally does kneel over Jon's lap, Jon's cock is pressed inside almost as deep as it'll go, and Brendon's face is still scrunched up in what could be pleasure or discomfort or possibly both.

"Are you okay, Brendon? Is this okay?" Jon reaches up to stroke at Brendon's hips, his chest going tight when he sees how dark Brendon's eyes are, how his lips are bitten red.

"Yes, yes. Please don't-- I'm just going to--" Brendon stops talking and settles for groaning as he starts to rock in Jon's lap, just grinding over his cock, and Jon can't help it when he squeezes hard at Brendon's hips. Nothing should ever be allowed to feel this good. Jon really, really loves his husband.

Once he finally seems to adjust to Jon's cock pressing inside, Brendon starts to lift his hips and push them back down. His cock is still swollen hard and leaking in front of him, but Jon doesn't want to overwhelm Brendon before he's ready, so he settles on running his hands up over Brendon's chest, fingers rubbing soft circles over his nipples before he smooths his hands back down to Brendon's hips. Brendon groans and closes his eyes again, picking up the pace and leaning down a little so he can brace his hands on the bed as he rides Jon.

Jon feels dizzy, heat twisting in his stomach as he watches Brendon, feels Brendon tight and slick around his cock. He reaches back to hold Brendon open, brushing his fingers over where his cock is disappearing into Brendon's body, and only then does Brendon gasp out Jon's name and collapse a little onto Jon's chest, pushing back in short, desperate movements onto his cock.

"God, Brendon, missed you so much," Jon breathes, pressing his lips to Brendon's ear and thrusting up, snapping his hips harder than he usually would. Brendon just moans louder, pressing back, his cock sliding over Jon's stomach.

"Jon, I think-- close, I'm close," Brendon whines, still pushing his ass back to meet Jon's thrusts. "Please, please."

Jon groans, kissing Brendon's temple and then gripping harder at Brendon's ass, holding him open and jerking his hips up even when he starts to feel the strain in his own muscles.

But even with Jon doing most of the work, Brendon can't stop squirming, can't stop meeting Jon's thrusts. He starts to say, "There, there, please, I think--" and Jon lets go with one hand and reaches between them to jerk Brendon off roughly, trying to hold off his own orgasm until Brendon comes.

"Come on," Jon says, his voice raspy. "Come on, baby, let go for me. It's okay."

Brendon cries out and goes tight around Jon's cock, squeezing and trembling when he finally comes, wet over Jon's fist. They're both breathing loudly and it takes Jon about three more thrusts before the tension and heat building up finally overwhelm him, and Jon comes buried deep inside Brendon, running his hands over Brendon's back because he can still feel Brendon shaking.

"God," Jon breathes after he comes down from his orgasm, Brendon collapsed on his chest. "I missed you so fucking much, Brendon."

Brendon huffs out a little laugh, kissing softly at Jon's shoulder. "Me too. I missed you too." When Jon goes to pull out, though, Brendon hisses and lifts his head up. "No, please, wait!"

Jon freezes. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you? If you--"

Brendon grins - so probably not hurt - and Jon really wants to kiss him again. So he does. Between kisses, Brendon says, "Can you please just stay inside for a little bit? I've-- I've missed you a lot. I like you inside." Brendon tucks his head down and Jon can guess he's blushing again, but fuck, it mostly just makes Jon's cock jerk, trying to get hard again. As it is, it's a little uncomfortable staying inside when Brendon's so tight and his cock is oversensitive, but he's come to realize that he'll do almost anything Brendon asks. Especially this.

"Of course, Brendon," Jon says, stroking gently over Brendon's back, and Brendon sighs a little and moves to kiss Jon again. They stay like that for a while, mouths moving slowly together and Jon occasionally dragging Brendon's lip between his teeth to hear him moan. Brendon tentatively slides his tongue into Jon's mouth and Jon sucks, feeling Brendon shudder on top of him, and his hand wanders down to stroke over the curve of Brendon's ass. Brendon shifts back against Jon's hand and Jon slides his fingers down, rubbing over where Brendon's still stretched open by Jon's cock, both of them jerking a little from the touch. Brendon groans out and shifts his hips, and Jon gets an idea as he presses his tongue into Brendon's mouth. He kisses Brendon one last time and pulls away, brushing Brendon's hair away from his eyes.

"I want to clean you up now, is that okay?"

Brendon nods a little reluctantly, and Jon rolls them over so he's lying over Brendon. They're both sweaty and Brendon's come is still drying on his stomach, but Jon is very much on board with his idea. He eases his cock out, leaning down to kiss Brendon again, and Brendon makes a small, distressed noise when Jon's cock slips out wetly.

Jon moves slowly down Brendon's body, trailing kisses and feeling Brendon twitch and squirm a little underneath him. He hears Brendon start to say, "Would you like me to go get some water and a towel--"

But Brendon cuts off when Jon settles between Brendon's legs and pushes his thighs open, grinning to himself at how easily Brendon spreads for him.

"Um, Jon?" Brendon shudders again, like he's cold or nervous, and Jon strokes gently at Brendon's ankles.

"Just a second," Jon murmurs, leaning in between Brendon's thighs.

"You don't have to," Brendon starts to say at the first, careful touch of Jon's tongue, licking gently over Brendon's hole, all swollen up and a still a little wet with oil and come from when Jon pulled out. It's new, and it's different, but then Brendon's gasping and clutching at Jon's shoulders, saying, "Oh, Jon, your mouth," and the slightly bitter taste on his tongue is definitely worth it.

Jon moves his hands up to hold Brendon's thighs open, licking down the smooth strip of skin and back over Brendon's hole, his tongue pressing a little harder, wet and slippery and nonstop.

Brendon's reaction is enough to have Jon's cock twitching, trying to fill again. His breath hitches between moans, his whole body twisting and his stomach jumping visibly as Jon licks over him.

"Please," Brendon whimpers, and Jon knows Brendon can't be hard again already, but he licks harder anyway, fingers digging into Brendon's soft skin as Jon curls up his tongue and tries to lick inside. It takes a little pushing before his tongue slips in, even though Brendon's still wet and open from his cock. Brendon cries out as Jon works his tongue inside, his face pressed against Brendon's skin as he moves his tongue in as deep as he can and then licks, tasting his own come. It's actually a lot hotter than Jon thought it could ever be, tasting himself inside Brendon, and when he pulls back to swallow Brendon is grabbing carefully at his hair, his hips twisting while he pants, "please, please, please."

"Stay still," Jon says before licking into Brendon again, and Brendon immediately obeys - or, well, he tries to, anyway. As soon as Jon's tongue is back, he can feel the tension in Brendon's thighs, the way he's trying to hold back from squirming like he wants to, from pushing himself onto Jon's tongue.

"I want to try this with you," Brendon pants after a moment, his hands now petting restlessly at Jon's hair. "I want to-- I want you to feel this too, Jon, it feels-- so good," Brendon finishes with a whine. Jon has his mouth over Brendon, sucking before pulling back to lick soothingly. Jon hopes Brendon isn't too sore for this, hopes he isn't hurting him, but from the looks of it - Brendon's cock curled up hard on his belly again - Brendon is doing just fine.

"Yeah, we'll see," Jon says in a low voice, but he's halfway hard already just at the thought of it, and it always makes something like pride swell in Jon's chest when Brendon is bold enough to ask for something or say what he wants to try. Jon could never tell him no.

Jon gives Brendon a few final licks and then sits back up, laying himself over Brendon's body before Brendon can close his legs again. He pets at Brendon's cheek and stares down at him, his chest full and happy from being back home, back with Brendon.

He's a little surprised when Brendon leans up and opens his mouth to kiss Jon, licking eagerly into Jon's mouth. Jon groans, kissing Brendon until his lips are tingly and they both have to pull back to breathe.

Brendon licks his lips absentmindedly, grinning a little shyly up at Jon. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is sticking up in about a million directions, and Jon missed him so hard it hurt. "Do you want me to suck you now?" he asks. "Because I can do that. Or we can go again, I'm not sore at all, or--"

Jon laughs, cutting Brendon off with a kiss. "Hey. Slow down. I'm not going anywhere for a while, okay? We have plenty of time."

Jon settles down next to Brendon, letting Brendon curl up into his side and pulling the sheet over them. They'll have to be washed after this, but Jon doesn't mind, and he definitely doesn't want to move after Brendon rests his cheek on Jon's chest, sighing softly. There's a few minutes of just their heartbeats and slow breathing, Jon petting at Brendon's hair, until Brendon starts to squirm, and Brendon holds out for almost a full minute before he says, "Okay, but if you want to go again I promise I'm ready."

Want You Back and Forth, Spencer/Tennessee, NC-17

allfourinches — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 00:58:22 GMT

Title: Want You Back and Forth
Authors: fallintosilence and boweryd
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spencer/Tennessee
Word Count: 2,700+
Summary: "Come over here and sit on my face," Spencer says.
Warnings: None.
Author Notes: Written for the kink bingo prompt "tickling." Thanks to untappedbeauty for the beta, although we are no longer allowed to thank her for explaining to boweryd that periods exist and can be used in place of commas sometimes, because that is a lesson boweryd still has not learned. COMMAS! :D! Title from the song "Voice On Tape" by Jenny Owens Youngs.

"That," Spencer says, his voice strained, "is like the fourth time you've kneed me in the jaw."

"I'm sorry," Tennessee gasps out around a laugh, her hips still squirming under his hands. "I can't help it. I told you. I did tell you."

"You did," Spencer says, pushing at her thighs a little. "Come on, just a little wider."

Tennessee grins, biting her lip before sticking her tongue out at him, and Spencer rolls his eyes in return. He braces his hands on the inside of her thighs, trying to keep his touch firm and not teasing, and leans down to lick back over her in one long, firm stroke that makes her gasp and twist under him.

"Oh my goodness," she says breathlessly.

Spencer bites back a grin, not wanting to tempt fate, and keeps licking over her in broad strokes. Tennessee keeps making the strangest little high-pitched noises, her hands clutching desperately at the sheets and her body drawn up tight. Spencer's right in the middle of mentally patting himself on the back when she lets out a sharp squeal and twists away from him, collapsing on the mattress in a fit of laughter.

"I'm sorry," she gasps. "I'm sorry, I can't help it, I'm too ticklish! I told you this wasn't going to work."

"It was working," Spencer says, poking at her thigh. "It was!" He realizes he sounds kind of petulant but he can't help it. It's entirely unfair of Tennessee to tell him she's never really gotten head and then continue to thwart his attempts to go down on her.

"It was sweet of you to try," Tennessee says as she reaches down to pet at his hair.

"That's not-- I don't want to try, I want to go down on you," Spencer says, almost whining, and Tennessee laughs.

"I can go down on you, if you'd like?"

It's not exactly a bad idea, but as she starts to crawl forward on the bed, an idea strikes Spencer. He reaches out, touching her thigh. "Hey. Hold on. Why don't you-- here."

Tennessee tilts her head at Spencer as he lies down on his back, scooting up toward the pillows and then lifting his head to catch Tennessee's eyes.

"Come over here and sit on my face," he says.

"Oh my lord," Tennessee says, her eyes going wide. "Like. What?"

"It's kind of just what it sounds like," Spencer says with a smile, watching as she shifts where she's sitting, squeezing her thighs together.

"How is that going to be any different?" she asks, one hand coming up to fidget with her hair the way she does when she's nervous.

"Because you'll be in control," Spencer says, smiling at her imploringly. "I can't tickle you if I'm not really touching you, right?"

"But what if that doesn't help and I just knee you in the face some more?" she asks, biting at her bottom lip.

"Then I'm doomed to a life of bruised jaws in the noble of pursuit of getting you off," he says, sitting up and reaching out to grab at her waist, tugging her forward.

Tennessee squeals a little as he yanks her forward, but she doesn't resist when he urges her up, pushing at the backs of her thighs until she's straddling his chest, her knees wedged in under his arms.

"This is not going to work," she says, her long hair tickling at his shoulders when she leans down.

"Worth a try," Spencer says, leaning up and kissing at the inside of her wrist. "Now c'mon." He slides his hands around to grab her ass, urging her forward until she's kneeling over him hesitantly.

"How should I--" she asks, looking down at him with wide eyes and a red face.

"Just hold on to the headboard," Spencer says, bracing his hands on her calves so he's not tempted to touch her and set her off laughing again. "Now move," he adds a second later when she's got her hands wrapped around the headboard and is still just hovering above his face.

"This is going to be so embarrassing if I smother you," she says. "Do you think it will make the papers? Rock Drummer Dies In Tragic Oral Sex Accident?"

Spencer laughs, cursing himself for it a second later when the huff of air makes Tennessee twitch and squirm above him. "Sorry," he says. "Sorry, it's okay, just come on. You're not going to smother me, I promise. If I can't breathe I'll signal you."

"Okay," Tennessee says, nodding decisively. "Safety first. I like that." She edges closer to his face, lowering down until she's so close he can smell her. Spencer's straining his head up off the pillows, trying to get his mouth on her, when she pulls back suddenly.

"Wait," she says. "Wait, what's the signal?"

"I'll stop breathing and thrash around a lot. Tennessee, you're not going to smother me, oh my god," Spencer says, trying to keep the whine out of his voice.

"I'm doubtful," Tennessee says, looking down at him. "I have doubts."

"That just means I get to say I told you so after I get you off," Spencer says, squeezing at her calves. "Now come on. Doesn't hurt to try, right?"

Tennessee rolls her eyes at him and then nods, shifting up on her knees and slowly lowering herself down over his face.

Spencer has to summon up some pretty considerable willpower not to just lick over her when she presses herself to his mouth, wet and flushed and right there. Instead he pushes his tongue forward slowly, licking at her with the same firm, long strokes of his tongue from earlier.

"Oh," she says. "Oh, oh, okay."

Spencer keeps his grin to himself and lets go of her leg with one hand, carefully wrapping it around her hip and pushing at her lightly, trying to get her to move without having to say anything and risking tickling her again.

She gets the picture quickly enough, shifting forward, rubbing her cunt against his mouth and gasping when his tongue runs over her clit. "Oh, well that's nice," she says, almost conversationally, and Spencer takes a moment to appreciate how fucking surreal his life is as he stiffens his tongue, giving her something to press against.

Spencer wants to say something encouraging but he realizes it's better like this, with Tennessee rocking slowly down over his tongue as he presses forward, a steady pressure, able to taste her on his tongue. She's getting wetter, too, dropping her weight down a little heavier and making soft noises as she moves.

"Spencer," Tennessee breathes, and Spencer decides it's worth the risk to close his lips around her clit without warning, sucking over her firmly enough that it isn't just a tease. She hisses, stilling the movement of her hips and pressing down over him, her hair brushing Spencer's shoulder again when she ducks her head down. Spencer takes it as encouragement, sucking harder, letting his mouth slide down lower to keep sucking at her.

Tennessee whines, the headboard creaking as she grips it, and Spencer stops for a second to swallow, grinning to himself when Tennessee says, "Wait, no, no. Why'd you stop? I liked that."

"Sorry," Spencer says, and then curses under his breath when Tennessee gasps and squirms away, laughing breathlessly.

"Oh," she says, dropping her hands from the headboard to rest on Spencer's chest. "Oh, sorry, sorry, I could feel your breath, I couldn't help it." She's flushed all the way down to her chest, her skin pink between her breasts, her nipples drawn up tight. Spencer can feel her, wet and hot where she's pressed against his stomach.

"Okay," Spencer says, pulling at the back of her thighs impatiently. "Okay, it's okay, c'mere, wasn't done yet."

"Oh, but," Tennessee says, staring down at his face, her eyes going wide. "You're all--"

"I know," Spencer says, "I know, and it's awesome, and you should come back so my face can get wetter."

"You're so uncouth," Tennessee says, grinning at him, but she scoots back up when he presses at her thighs again, settling herself back over his face.

Spencer lets his fingers squeeze a little tightly at her thighs until she's close enough for him to press his tongue against her again, feeling the way she tenses for a moment and then starts rocking down.

"Okay," Tennessee breathes out, mostly to herself, and Spencer tilts his head up slightly as she rubs herself over his tongue. She's so wet, and Spencer's overwhelmed with the smell and the taste of her, the tiny noises she makes as her movements pick up.

Spencer risks sucking over her clit again, his mouth closing around the swollen skin, and Tennessee's hips stutter in their rhythm as she gasps and drops her head down again. Spencer just squeezes her thighs, sucking harder. He's beyond turned on, wishing he could jerk off while he does this, but he likes to feel the way her thighs twitch under his hands.

"Oh, oh, Spencer," Tennessee says breathlessly, and Spencer can hear the headboard creaking where she's holding on. "This is-- this feels-- I am a fan," she says.

Spencer laughs a little. He can't help it -- she just sounds so happy about it -- and Tennessee gasps, trying to squirm away. Spencer's got a firm grip on her thighs this time, though, and he holds her there, sucking around her clit until she stops squirming and shaking with held back laughter.

"Oh," she says again. "Oh, oh, that was weird, that was like-- I don't even know. Spencer. Spencer."

He hums around her clit in response, and it sets her off again, shaking and squirming, but this time she presses down more firmly against his mouth, lets her laughter rock her against his face.

"I don't-- I can't even-- oh my lord, Spencer," Tennessee says as she trembles but keeps pressing closer to his mouth. "Right there, right there, oh."

Spencer sucks a little harder, letting his tongue circle around her clit, and Tennessee drops a hand down from the headboard, grabbing onto the hair at the back of his head and tugging as she strains against his mouth.

Spencer moans, he can't help it, and Tennessee goes off again, her thighs twitching under his hand as she laughs and groans and pushes herself against his mouth. It's so hot, the way she's laughing and clutching at his hair, rocking forward desperately over his tongue.

"Oh, Spencer, I'm almost," Tennessee gasps out, taking quick, shaky breaths between laughs. "Close, I'm close."

Spencer thinks he might be too -- his cock is throbbing, he's so turned on from the way she's getting off on this, the way she's reacting. Tennessee's pressing down over his mouth without inhibition now, so wet that Spencer can feel it across his chin. He uses his tongue to press up with her again and again, meeting her straining hips until his tongue starts to get tired. He goes back to sucking at her clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue, and then Spencer can't stand it anymore.

He lets go of her thigh and reaches down to wrap his hand around his cock, moaning when she tugs at his hair at exactly the right moment. Spencer jerks himself off roughly, his grip made slick with pre-come. He keeps his mouth open for Tennessee to rub herself on, faster and rougher until finally she's choking out a sob and grabbing hard at his hair, holding his head in place as she comes and grinds down onto his tongue.

Spencer groans while she's still gasping his name, his hand squeezing around his cock for a few more strokes, and then he's coming as well, the hot rush seizing his body as Tennessee laughs breathlessly through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Spencer licks over her, wide sweeps of his tongue just to taste her, and Tennessee gasps and shudders above him, moving back from his mouth and sitting down heavily on his chest.

"Oof," Spencer grunts out, but when she lifts her head to look at him she's beaming, her hair a little frizzy where it's fallen over her shoulders, and Spencer can't help smiling back stupidly.

He's still smiling when Tennessee ducks her head down quickly and covers his mouth with hers, her tongue licking around his lips, where his face is still sticky from her.

"That's a little strange," she says, pulling back from his mouth.

"Bad strange?" Spencer asks, brushing her hair back from her face and cupping her cheek.

"Not bad," Tennessee says, grinning and leaning her face against his hand. "Just strange."

Spencer strokes his thumb over her cheekbone, up to her temple, and Tennessee sighs, nipping at his thumb when he brushes it over lip.

"I like the way you taste," Spencer says softly, dropping his hand back down to her shoulder.

"I never would've guessed," Tennessee replies.

Tennessee leans down to press her lips to his again, her tongue darting out to lick into his mouth, and Spencer makes a noise when he feels her shift above him, still wet where she's straddling his chest.

"I liked that, though. Thank you, Spencer," Tennessee breathes against his mouth, and Spencer grins before he kisses her back.

"You're all messy," Tennessee says after a moment, pulling back to kiss down his jaw and lick over his chin.

"Worth it," Spencer says, tilting his head back as she bites down his neck.

"I'm forced to agree," Tennessee says, sliding down his body a bit. "Now it's my turn!"

She sounds particularly excited about it, and she doesn't exactly give Spencer a lot of time to explain before she crawls off of him. Tennessee settles onto her knees, and grabs for his cock, where it's laying soft and wet against his thigh.

"Um," she says awkwardly.

Spencer laughs. He doesn't mean to, and Tennessee looks horrified for a moment until he takes in a big, gasping breath and says, "No, no, I already-- I couldn't help it. I had to."

"Oh!" she says, letting go of his cock when she finally notices the drying come on his belly. "Oh, right," she continues, running her fingers idly over his skin. "That's rather hot, actually. I mean a little disappointing, but mostly hot."

"Believe me when I say it was hotter for me," Spencer says.

Tennessee shifts, like she doesn't know if she should crawl back up next to him or not, and Spencer grabs at her waist and flips them over before she can figure out what he's doing. She yelps in surprise, her hair fanning out over the pillow as she blinks up at Spencer, her eyebrows furrowed.

"That was absolutely cheating," she says a little breathlessly.

Spencer grins at her and leans in, trailing light kisses down her neck and across her collarbone.

"Hey," she says, squirming and clinging to his shoulders. "Hey, hey, that still tickles, you know."

"I had no idea," Spencer says dryly, shifting uncomfortably as one of her knees digs into his side when he sucks at her neck.

"Sorry," she says, patting at his shoulders apologetically. She's smiling softly at him when he looks up, fresh pink blooming across her face.

Spencer kisses down her chest, between her breasts, and he groans around her nipple when he sucks at her lightly and she arches beneath him, grinding herself against his thigh. She's still wet, sliding hotly against his leg as he sucks at her breasts.

"Hey," Tennessee says, her voice a little raspy, as Spencer kisses at the side of her breast. "Hey, what are you-- we both already, you know," she says, flapping one hand in the air.

"I know," Spencer says, looking up at Tennessee with a smile, "but now that we know it's possible, there's no reason not to try again."

"I suppose it's not your worst idea ever," Tennessee says, her voice hitching a bit when he presses down with his thigh. "But you had better let me get you off this time, or I'll kick you in the head on purpose."

Keeping Our Love Warm, Ryan/Z Berg, NC-17

allfourinches — Tue, 23 Feb 2010 22:55:18 GMT

Title: Keeping Our Love Warm
Authors: fallintosilence and boweryd
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Z Berg
Word Count: 4,300+
Summary: "Ryan," she says, "shut up about the fucking Snuggie if you want to get laid."
Warnings: Snuggies.
Author Notes: Written for the kink bingo prompt "orgasm denial/control." Thanks for the beta, almostblue. Sorry we never use periods. This is where we are not mentioning the title because this was not a mutual decision and one of us is still not okay with it. :|

"What," Z says, her hands on her hips, "the fuck are you doing."

"Cold," Ryan mumbles, ducking his head lower until his nose disappears under the blue fabric.

"Of course you're cold, since you never turn your heat on. That's no excuse to wear a fucking Snuggie. I can't believe I have sex with you." It's not quite true; Ryan is really great in bed and has no problem taking direction. Z can definitely believe she has sex with him.

Z crawls onto the couch, Ryan grumbling when she accidentally kneels on his foot and then, a few seconds later, his ass. Z can't help it. She starts laughing.

"I have no idea where you are under here. This is ridiculous. Learn to heat your fucking house." She sits down and throws her legs over where she thinks Ryan's legs might be, fitting herself between his body and the back of the couch.

"I should just buy a bunch of space heaters," Ryan says, shifting a little so Z can settle in closer to his side, her dress riding up her thighs in the process. His eyes linger on the bruise smudging the inside of her thigh from three days ago and she grins, stretching her arm out behind his head and tangling her fingers in his curly hair.

"Or you could learn to be an adult," she says, tugging a little at the ends of his hair.

"Or I could buy a Snuggie for every room," Ryan counters, leaning back into the pressure, and Z laughs again.

"Tennessee already tried that one when we were touring up North. You are not getting me into a Snuggie. I think I'll take my chances with the cold."

"What kind of guy would I be if I just let you freeze?" Ryan says, turning his head toward Z's. Z wants to laugh because Ryan is that guy; he's absolutely absent-minded enough to let her freeze. She brushes the thought aside, tilting her head down to let her lips slide over his, dry and just barely touching. She doesn't actually kiss him. Instead, she presses her body closer to his and squirms a hand underneath all the cloth of the Snuggie, nuzzling his neck and settling her hand over his stomach.

"You know what else is a good way to warm up?" Z asks, her lips brushing over Ryan's ear. She presses closer when he shivers a little, her fingers sliding down to the waistband of his sweatpants, scratching over his lower belly and down through the coarse hair.

"Hot chocolate?" Ryan tries, voice low, and Z nips at his ear.

"I was going to suggest fucking, actually. Dumbass," she adds affectionately, and then she pushes her hand into his sweatpants in one go, grinning at his lack of underwear. Her fingers find his cock, already half-hard, and she circles her hand around him as she starts to stroke.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me in this thing," Ryan says, his voice catching on some of the words. Z laughs, squeezing his cock and grinning when Ryan's hips jump involuntarily.

"Yeah, you need to take that off if we're going to go any further, babe."

"Actually," Ryan says, his voice strained as she squeezes idly around his cock, "Alex sent me this link? It's called the Snuggie Sutra and there's all kinds of--"

Z cuts him off with a particularly hard squeeze, and raises her eyebrow at him.

"It was just an idea," Ryan says with a whine, his hips rolling up into her grip.

"Snuggie off if you want to fuck," Z says sternly, pulling her hand out of his pants and scooting down lower on his legs as she yanks at the edge of the Snuggie. "God. I can't believe I just said that."

Ryan mostly sits there and grins goofily at her, as she fights what is starting to be a losing battle. She pulls and tugs at it until she nearly falls backwards off the sofa. "Thanks for all your help," she huffs, as she admits defeat and hauls herself to her feet. "Really, you've been invaluable."

Ryan grins at her and shimmies his arms out of the sleeves as she tugs the damn thing free from his body. "Never again," she says, glaring coldy at the pile of Snuggie on the floor. "I'm going to burn that."

"Don't say that, it'll hear you," Ryan says, trying for ominous and ending up at bored. "The Snuggie will have its revenge, Elizabeth."

"I'm terrified," Z says. "You know what really sold it? Your cock sticking halfway out of your pants. Always trust a man with his dick partially out, I say. Can't go wrong there."

Ryan smiles at her and pushes his sweatpants down, just enough to free his cock. "It's too cold to take my pants all the way off," he says, at her skeptical glance. "You took away my Snuggie."

"Oh for fuck's sake," Z says, huffing out a breath as she reaches up under her dress to tug off her underwear. "Why am I even bothering?" she says, hopping on one foot as she tries to tug her underwear free from her right leg, where it's gotten tangled in the top of her stocking.

"Because I think it's cute that you're incapable of taking your own underwear off?" Ryan offers, lazily stroking his cock. He's watching her with a wide grin.

"Watch it," Z says warningly, tugging her stocking straight and smacking out at his hand. Her fingers just barely graze his cock when she hits him, most of the slap landing on his hand, but it's apparently enough for Ryan. He bucks his hips up, letting out a high pitched noise.

Z files that one away for later use; she's horny and she's already wasted precious time wrestling with a fucking Snuggie, of all things. Sometimes she'd be tempted to think Ryan is more trouble than he's worth, but then he goes and does things like pull her forward by her hips, tilting his head up and looking at her with blinking, sleepy eyes as he tugs at the front of her dress.

"Off?" he asks, and she shakes her head, climbing onto the couch and straddling his lap.

"Cold," she replies, shifting in his lap until his cock is brushing over her thigh, making them both shiver a little.

"Shouldn't have taken away my Snuggie," Ryan mumbles as he tilts his head up, straining forward to meet her mouth. Z grins and brushes her lips against his lightly, not leaning down far enough for any real contact. "Ryan," she says, "shut up about the fucking Snuggie if you want to get laid."

"Yeah, okay," Ryan says, settling his hands on her waist and pressing against her, "I'm shutting up."

"'Atta boy." Z grins, leaning down to press her mouth to his, twining her hands into his hair and holding on as they kiss, mouths open and wet. She tugs at the back of his hair, pulling his head back to kiss him deeper, and Ryan's hips starts to twitch up, his cock sliding against her thigh. Z drags his lip between her teeth before pulling back, staring down at him.

"Still cold?" Z asks in a low voice, and Ryan's fingers tighten under her dress where he's holding onto her hips.

"Getting warmer."

Z smiles, leaning back down to press a soft kiss to Ryan's lips and whisper, "Good boy." She straightens back up in his lap just as he tries to meet her mouth again. He makes a sad noise when she pulls away, and she keeps her eyes on his face as she reaches back to her stocking.

It takes Z a second. The little foil packet has slid down until it's tucked behind her knee, and Ryan gives her the most ridiculous look as she searches for it. Finally, though, her fingers close around the condom. She smiles widely when she pulls it out, flicking it at Ryan so that it hits his nose and falls onto his chest.

"How resourceful, Miss Berg," he drawls, plucking the condom from his chest and grinning at her.

"A girl can never be too prepared, Mr. Ross," she answers, eying his fingers as they fumble at the foil packet.

"I thought you were going to pull a gun out for a second. Can you fit a gun in there?"

Z leans forward and sinks her hand into the hair at the back of his head again, pulling just sharp enough to tilt Ryan's head back. "Less talking. More suiting up."

Ryan laughs shortly, dropping the condom packet on the floor so he can roll the latex over his cock, already flushed and hard, jutting up toward his stomach.

Z smiles slyly at him and lifts up onto her knees, grabbing his cock and holding him steady as she sinks down in one long, smooth motion. "Shit, yes," she says, closing her eyes and tilting her head back as she settles down in his lap, groaning a little as he bottoms out. It takes her a second to adjust to him - being so full all at once - but she's wet enough that it just feels good to ride him like this. The stretch makes her ache in a warm, pleasant way.

Ryan groans, his hands sliding up her thighs, dragging her dress up with them. They come to rest on her hips, urging her to move faster. Z makes a disapproving noise in the back of her throat, grabbing at his hands and pressing them down to the couch on either side of him.

"Ladies first, asshole," she says, tipping her head to kiss him when he looks up at her. Ryan opens up for her almost immediately, letting her lead the kiss and lick into his mouth, and Z squeezes tightly around his cock where she's still mostly just wiggling in his lap.

"Z," Ryan says, his voice coming out raw. He flexes his wrists under her hands. "C'mon."

"I'm doing okay, actually," Z says, bracing her hands on top of Ryan's wrists and rocking slowly back and forth in his lap, working his cock inside of her. She is doing okay; he feels fucking amazing inside of her, stretching her and filling her up. Her breath starts to come out in harsh gasps as she drops her head forward, resting her forehead against Ryan's.

"Fuck," Ryan groans as Z works her hips a little faster, lifting and dropping back down in his lap. She rubs her thumb absently over the inside of Ryan's wrist, over the tattooed skin. Ryan whines easily into her mouth when she presses her lips back to his.

Z keeps a tight grip on his wrists and drags his bottom lip between her teeth, his cock jerking inside her when she stops moving for a moment. She can feel him trying to lift his hips up, to thrust hard and fast like he wants to, but Z bites at his lips again and pulls back with a smile. Z is flushed and her eyes are heavy-lidded. She's turned on but nowhere near as close to coming as Ryan is.

"I love it when you're desperate," Z murmurs, kissing down Ryan's jaw to his pale neck. His throat bobs again before he answers.

"Who says I'm desperate?"

Z smirks, pressing one last bruising kiss to his neck before straightening up, her hands still holding his wrists tight. She starts riding him again, working herself on his cock slowly. She can feel the way he drags inside of her as she moves.

"Are you telling me you don't want to come, Ryan?"

"Z, c'mon, please," Ryan whines, trying to lift his hips underneath her.

"See?" Z says, clenching around his cock. "Desperate."

Ryan groans, tilting his head back to rest against the sofa cushions and baring his throat, a dark bruise already starting to show on his neck. Z covers the mark with her mouth and sucks. She rocks in his lap slowly, making sure he feels the full effect of his cock dragging inside her. She can feel his fingers twitching where she's still gripping his wrists and she hums out a soft moan against his throat, enjoying the way he shudders underneath her.

"Close?" Z asks, tilting her head up to see his face. He's scrunching it up like he can't help it anymore, and she brings her hips down hard, suddenly, squeezing tight around him.

"Please," Ryan gasps, breath hitching as he squirms beneath her, and Z knows that sound. He is close, his cock pulsing hotly inside her, and it's with great self-restraint on her part that Z forces herself to stop, to let go of one of Ryan's wrists. She slides her free hand behind his head and grabs a handful of curly hair, pulling his head back sharply. Ryan lets out a sobbing noise as his hips buck up underneath her.

"Z," he groans, and she can feel his thighs trembling beneath hers as he strains to hold back. Z leans down and kisses him lightly, letting the hand tangled in his hair rub at his scalp. She keeps as still as she can, kissing him and petting at his hair as he pants against her mouth.

"Ladies first, remember?" she says against his lips when his breathing evens out a bit.

"I could help you out with that if you gave me back my hands," Ryan says, but it sounds more pleading than enticing and Z can't help but laugh, just a little. Ryan presses his head back against her grip and groans at the feeling.

"Shit," Z blurts out. "Shit, shit, sorry, you just sounded so hopeful!" Z can't stop giggling; she lets go of Ryan's wrist and his hair to cover her mouth with her hands. She feels a little ridiculous like this, laughing so hard while his cock is still inside her.

Ryan rolls his eyes, but Z catches the way the corner of his mouth twitches up. "It's nice to know making me suffer is what gets you off," Ryan grumbles, rolling his stiff wrists a few times before he reaches up for the buttons on her dress. Z laughs again, softer this time, and braces her hands on the couch as she starts to ride him again, moving slowly in his lap as his fingers fumble with the buttons, exposing her bare chest to the cool air of the room.

"At least I don't get off on Snuggies, you sick bastard," she says, ending in a gasp as he leans forward to suck her nipple into his mouth. "That's truly perverse."

"So no Snuggie Sutra, then?" he asks against her breast, his mouth moving hotly over her skin.

"Correct," she answers, picking up her pace and leaning forward so he has better access to her breasts. She groans as the angle changes, pressing him more deeply inside of her. Ryan moans around her nipple, settling his hands on her thighs and pressing his hips up to meet her as she moves in his lap.

Z closes her eyes, looping her arms around his neck and letting her head tilt forward to rest on top of Ryan's. She just goes with it, letting Ryan push the rhythm a little because it feels so good, his cock dragging inside of her faster and faster as she rides him. She can feel the heat spreading out from low in her stomach, just from rocking in his lap like this.

"Z, c'mon," Ryan whines after a minute, his fingers gripping hard at her thighs. She knows it's his way of asking for permission. It's not enough for her to actually give in, but she thinks it's cute that he tries.

"That's hardly asking nicely," she says, spreading her knees wider across his hips and lifting up in his lap for more leverage. His cock slips out mostly on accident, but when he thrusts back up against her it pushes wetly against her cunt, the head butting against her clit, and as loud as Z gasps Ryan still drowns her out.

"Z, shit," Ryan says, his voice strained. "Come on, please." His face is flushed and he's sweaty, his hair sticking to his forehead in wet curls. She brushes them back before bracing her hands on his shoulders.

"In a minute," she says, shifting down against him until his cock drags over her again, sliding wetly.

"Fuck," he gasps. "Fuck, come on, that's not fair."

"You're so fucking impatient," she replies, letting his cock drag over her clit one last time before settling down on his thighs, pushing her dress up around her waist and pressing close to him, trapping his cock between their bodies. Ryan makes a strangled noise, his hands coming up to grasp at her hips. She can feel his fingers twitch against her skin, like he can't decide if he wants to pull her closer or push her back, and she smiles against his neck.

"Just slow down," she whispers, leaning up to kiss at his ear, and she shifts in his lap until his cock is pressed flush with her body, sliding across her clit as she moves.

"Z, please," he says, his fingers digging into her hips, hard enough to bruise. And that's more like it, because now he means it, isn't just asking to ask. She can feel his thighs shaking underneath her even through his pants, can feel his cock pulsing against her when she stays still long enough. She lifts her head to find his lips, kissing him deep and desperate. Ryan pants into her mouth, and when he whimpers and chokes out, "Please," again, Z takes pity on him and grabs his cock, lining herself up before sinking back down.

"See what you get for asking nicely?" Z says, her voice a little rough with how hard she's breathing and how close she is now, just from grinding in his lap.

"I get to come?" Ryan asks hopefully, staring up at her with heavy-lidded eyes. Z almost laughs again at how earnest he looks, even all sweaty and flushed.

"We'll see," Z says. She picks up the pace again, bracing her hands on his shoulders and working herself on his cock. Ryan starts thrusting up with her, his fingers digging into her hips almost painfully. She knows she's going to have bruises later but she can't bring herself to care. It's worth it, and he's not the only one who'll get off on it later. Z bites back a groan.

She doesn't do a very good job of staying quiet, though, because Ryan makes a happy noise after she moans and slides one of his hands down between her legs, where his cock is sliding in and out of her, his thumb going for her clit.

Z appreciates him, she really does, but it's still too soon. She grabs his wrist before he can really rub at her.

"Not yet," Z says with a grin, squeezing around him mostly on accident. Ryan just tilts his head back and whimpers pathetically, his cock twitching inside her. It takes maybe five seconds and then he's begging again, a broken string of "please, please, please," and fuck if Z is going to keep him from getting her off. She's close and this is still new, and so, so fucking hot, pushing him to see how long he can hold out.

"Me first," Z finally says, guiding his hand back between her legs. His thumb goes straight for her clit, pressing down and rubbing up over her, making her gasp just to catch her breath. Ryan grabs onto her dress, tugging it back up so he can watch. He makes something like a smug noise, but Z can't even bring herself to smack him for it.

"Yes, yes, good," Z breathes, grabbing at Ryan's shoulders and sliding down on his cock as he touches her, his thumb pressing almost hard enough to hurt. She leans back in his lap, sliding her hands down his sides and bracing them on his thighs as he rubs at her clit. His cock presses deeper inside of her, dragging fast and rough, and she throws her head back and pants helplessly.

"Fuck," she gasps out, his fingers press over her just right. "Right there, come on," she says desperately, her hips jerking forward and almost throwing them both off balance. Ryan lets go of her dress and wraps his free arm around her, his palm hot through the fabric of her dress as he steadies her on his lap.

"Yeah, Z, please," Ryan says quietly, meeting her eyes for a second without slowing down his fingers, his expression almost pained from holding back while she rides him. Z's eyes slide shut and she lets the heat that's building and building take over, clenching around him and grabbing at his thighs when she finally comes.

It's intense, and it takes longer than usual for the spasms to stop and for her thighs to stop twitching. Z groans softly and opens her eyes to see Ryan still flushed and sweaty, sliding his fingers down her wet cunt to where his cock is still pressed deep inside her. He keeps rubbing over her, only a little softer, and Z huffs and slaps his hand away. Part of the slap lands on the base of his cock again and Ryan hisses, his hips jerking up. It's still weirdly hot.

"Z," Ryan groans desperately, leaning forward and resting his head against her chest. "Z, c'mon, please." She can feel his thighs still twitching beneath her, his cock pulsing inside of her. She takes a deep breath and slides her hand up to his head, wrapping his hair in her hand and pulling until he arches his head back.

Ryan's flushed and sweaty, and his eyes are big and wet, almost like he wants to cry. It's hotter than it should be. She squeezes around him without meaning to, making him buck up beneath her and cry out.

Z groans. She's still swollen up and tingling from her orgasm; it's almost too much, but she settles on her knees over his lap, letting him slide out just a little so he's not so quite so deep.

Ryan's babbling a little, his hands clenching helplessly at her thighs. She tugs on his hair just a bit more to get his head at the angle she wants it. "Shh," she whispers, hand stroking at his hair when she leans down for a kiss.

Ryan nods dumbly, his mouth open and panting as she coaxes him into a kiss. "Come on," she says, biting down on his lower lip just a little as she pulls away. "It's your turn."

Ryan groans and tries to throw his head back. He pulls against her grip in his hair as she starts to slowly ride him, rocking back and forth on her knees to keep him from going too deep.

"Z," he groans out. voice raw and strained, "Z, now? Please?"

"Yeah," she whispers, leaning down to nip at the corded muscles in his neck, to kiss over his bared throat. "Yeah, come on. Come for me, Ryan, it's okay."

Ryan gasps for breath, fingers digging hard into her thighs when he finally comes. His whole body jerks underneath her.

"Yeah, Ryan, come on," Z says, her lips sliding over the side of his neck where his head is still tilted back. She can feel his hips twitch and his cock pulse inside her, his harsh panting loud right next to her ear. She lets him work his hips underneath her through his orgasm, waiting until he's collapsed back into the couch and his body has gone lax to lift herself off his cock.

She braces one hand on his flushed chest as she reaches down to take the condom off for him, dropping it in the empty tissue box on the table next to the couch. Ryan would probably laugh at her, or at least give a half-hearted protest, if he didn't currently look some combination of blissed out and dead.

Z wraps her fingers around his slick cock where it's resting on his belly, giving him a few strokes, and Ryan hisses and bucks his hips underneath her. She laughs, letting go of him and leaning down to kiss him slowly.

"You okay, lover?" Z asks, using her clean hand to wipe at his cheeks, which are still slightly damp and flushed. Ryan turns his head and catches her fingers in his mouth, sucking at them before meeting her eyes.

"I said that one time," he says petulantly, letting his head fall back against the couch. "I was trying something out."

"I know," Z says soothingly, running her clean hand through his hair. "You were trying something out and it was horrible and now I'm going to make fun of you for it until you die. Just like Tennessee and the fur vest."

"That vest was cool," Ryan says sleepily, sliding his hand up beneath her hopelessly tangled dress to rub at the small of her back.

"I swear to god," Z groans, falling forward against his chest heavily. "The two of you should just form a club. You could run around town together in your Snuggies and your fur vests."

"That would be tacky," Ryan says, kissing her temple. "You can't wear a vest with a Snuggie. A belt, maybe," he says, sounding like he's actually considering it as he drags his fingers up and down her spine.

"I can't believe I just slept with you," Z sighs. "Honestly, I used to have standards."

"Standards are overrated," Ryan mumbles. Z tilts her head up to kiss him, slow and soft as he rubs at her back. Ryan pulls his head back for a second and Z looks at him, reaching up to brush his hair away from his face.

"Hey, wait, did you. Did you throw the condom into my tissue box?"

"Yep," Z says, snuggling her cheek back against Ryan's chest.

Fic: Keep Me On My Toes, Brendon/werewolf!Spencer, NC-17

allfourinches — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 00:23:12 GMT

Title: Keep Me On My Toes
Authors: fallintosilence and boweryd
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brendon/werewolf!Spencer
Word Count: 2,100+
Summary: "Hey, Spence, I gotta--" Brendon tries, shifting again in Spencer's arms, but Spencer doesn't loosen up on his grip, squeezing around Brendon's waist in a way that is not making the need to piss go away, especially not since he was in front of the toilet, about to go when Spencer crept up like a great big creeping... creepy thing.
Warnings: A watersports situation that could be read as dubcon, barebacking.
Author Notes: Written for the kink bingo prompt "watersports," this is an excerpt from a larger 'verse where Spencer is a werewolf and he and Brendon are in an established relationship and we write way too much chatfic that will never be finished! Thanks to untappedbeauty for once again patiently explaining to boweryd that periods exist and can be used in place of commas sometimes. Title from the song "The First" by Tegan and Sara.

Sleeping with Spencer is mostly like sleeping with a very heavy and very affectionate furnace lately. Usually Brendon wouldn't mind, but he really has to piss, holy shit. Spencer has always been kind of a sprawler and a cuddler, but he was never this heavy and he was definitely never this warm before the whole werewolf thing.

He was also much easier to detach from, Brendon thinks grumpily after his third attempt at sliding out from under Spencer's body. Before he would just grunt and roll over; now he grunts and clings tighter and burrows down into Brendon's neck. It's sweet and all, but it's a whole lot sweeter when Brendon isn't about to piss on himself.

He doesn't like resorting to dirty tricks, but desperate times and all. Brendon lets out an audible sigh of relief when he scratches behind Spencer's ear and Spencer stretches and rolls over flat on his back with a happy, grumbly noise.

Brendon smiles as he rolls out of bed, only wincing a little at the twinge in his lower back and thighs from last night. He stumbles blearily toward the bathroom, squinting against the sudden brightness when he turns the lights on. Brendon's pretty sure he's still half asleep, fumbling his first effort to lift the toilet lid and seat, and he's thinking fondly of crawling back into bed when Spencer suddenly slides his arms around Brendon's waist, pressing his face into the back of Brendon's neck.

Brendon tenses up even as Spencer says, "Good morning," sleepily and starts kissing at the back of his neck, nose brushing over Brendon's skin.

"It's not morning, Spence, it's the middle of the night," Brendon says, squirming a little in his grasp. Spencer mostly ignores him, nosing up under Brendon's ear and humming happily.

"Hey, Spence, I gotta--" Brendon tries, shifting again in Spencer's arms, but Spencer doesn't loosen up on his grip, squeezing around Brendon's waist in a way that is not making the need to piss go away, especially not since he was in front of the toilet, about to go when Spencer crept up like a great big creeping... creepy thing. Brendon really just wants to piss and go back to bed, and he lets out a frustrated noise, squirming against Spencer.

"Go 'head," Spencer says into Brendon's ear, and Brendon huffs.

"I can't," Brendon says, his face heating up. "You have to-- it'll just be a second, Spencer--"

"Yes, you can," Spencer interrupts, nipping at Brendon's ear and sliding his hands to press in a little harder on Brendon's lower stomach.

Brendon groans helplessly. Holding back is starting to hurt a little, and he's just sleepy enough that he can't really bring himself to care about pissing in front of Spencer.

"Fine, whatever," Brendon mumbles, but then Spencer is reaching down, hand sliding warm and firm down Brendon's belly to take hold of Brendon's cock. Brendon sucks in a sharp, sudden breath, his shoulder bumping into Spencer's jaw when he jerks in Spencer's arms.

"Relax," Spencer says, like he's not standing behind Brendon holding his cock to help him piss. Brendon tries to keep his breathing even, tries to focus and let himself go even with Spencer doing this, even though Brendon's a little weirded out. And starting to get hard, which just makes things weirder.

"I'm trying to," Brendon whines, tilting his head back against Spencer's shoulder and trying to ignore the way Spencer's cock is pressing into his back. Spencer kisses his neck again, his beard scraping over Brendon's skin and the warm pressure of his lips making heat shoot straight to Brendon's cock. Brendon's mostly surprised but definitely grateful at the sudden relief when he finally starts to piss.

Brendon is maybe still expecting Spencer to let go of Brendon's cock in horror, like maybe Spencer was just sleepy and really confused about what was actually going on, but Spencer's grip is firm around his cock, holding Brendon steady. Brendon's confused and turned on and tempted to groan from the way his cock is reacting to Spencer's grip and the relief of finally pissing. He keeps his head tilted back on Spencer's shoulder and lets his eyes slide shut when Spencer starts to kiss him right underneath his ear, his hips moving against Brendon's back in a slow, lazy rocking rhythm.

Brendon's almost finished when Spencer's hand starts to move, jerking slowly over Brendon's cock, and Brendon chokes out a gasp and lifts his head, panicking a little because he's not quite finished pissing. His eyes fly open, and he can see Spencer's hand getting wet. His chest pulls up tight, making his voice sound choked when he says, "Wait, Spence, wait."

Spencer doesn't seem bothered at all, nipping at Brendon's neck and squeezing his fist harder around Brendon's cock on the upstroke, and Brendon finally trickles off, unable to piss now that Spencer's stroking him to hardness.

"Come on," Spencer says low in Brendon's ear, and Brendon whines again, hips twisting a little in time with Spencer's slick hand moving over his cock.

"Spence, this is--" Brendon tries, but then Spencer's swiping his thumb back and forth over the tip of Brendon's cock, where he's weirdly oversensitive from pissing. Brendon whimpers, choking out, "Oh god," and tilting his head back, leaning his weight into Spencer again.

Spencer wraps an arm tight around Brendon's waist and sucks at the skin of Brendon's neck, grinding his cock more insistently against Brendon's ass. The slide of Spencer's hand is slick, slicker than it should be, but Brendon's beyond caring now, the heat in his stomach building, insistent and really fucking good.

Brendon lets his hips arch up as Spencer jerks him off, his cock fully hard now, heavy and flushed and still a little wet in Spencer's grip. It just makes the friction better, though, and it's weirdly hot that Spencer is so into this, that he's rubbing his cock against Brendon's ass and grunting harsh and deep in Brendon's ear.

"Yeah, yeah, come on," Spencer coaxes, his voice little more than a growl and his hand moving fast over Brendon's cock. Brendon strains forward and groans as he comes, his hips twitching as Spencer jerks him through it. Spencer's strokes slow down as Brendon comes down from his orgasm, but his grip is still firm around Brendon's cock.

It doesn't take long before it's too much; Spencer's hand still moving over Brendon's cock, his motions even slicker now from Brendon's come. Brendon starts to whimper, grabbing at Spencer's arm and finally saying, "Please, Spence, that's-- too much."

Spencer lets go of Brendon's cock with a disappointed whine, his hands coming down to rest on Brendon's thighs instead, stroking at them, his fingers curling in to rub up behind Brendon's balls and his cock still rubbing up against Brendon's ass.

"Hey," Brendon says, clearing his throat when his voice comes out rough. "Hey, deal. You can fuck me and then we both take a shower?" Brendon tries, and Spencer makes a happy noise into the back of Brendon's neck and slides his hand around Brendon's thigh, pressing two fingers in. Brendon opens his mouth to remind Spencer about that whole lube thing, but Spencer's fingers slide in easily enough, wet from Brendon's come. Brendon can feel the tips of his ears heat up, realizing that he's probably still wet from a few hours ago, too.

"Okay, okay," Brendon says mostly to himself as he shuffles over to the sink, trying not to trip over Spencer's feet in the process. Spencer ambles along behind him, apparently not finding the whole walking thing reason enough to take his fingers out of Brendon's ass. Brendon rolls his eyes at Spencer in the mirror and grabs onto the edge of the sink, bending over as Spencer groans, spitting down at the crack of Brendon's ass and dragging his fingers out slowly to rub at Brendon's hole, getting him slicker. Brendon really cannot wait for that shower.

"God, Brendon," Spencer says roughly as he lines himself up, pushing in slowly. Brendon's hands clutch at the sink and he tries to force himself to relax around Spencer's cock. After a few moments of pressing, Spencer sinks all the way inside, and he grabs onto Brendon's hips roughly with one hand, the other circling his waist and holding Brendon close as Spencer presses himself flush against Brendon's back. Spencer pulls him back, pressing them together as close as he can manage, his mouth open over the back of Brendon's shoulder as he thrusts against Brendon's ass, grinding his cock deep inside.

"Mine," Spencer growls, biting at Brendon's shoulder, and Brendon groans and nods before dropping his head forward. He whines as Spencer starts to thrust in hard, pushing in as deep as he can on each thrust, and Brendon really, really wishes he could get it up again to jerk off.

Spencer's cock is hot and pulsing inside of him, the drag just wet enough not to burn, and Brendon lets himself tighten around Spencer, shuddering when Spencer's teeth sink into his shoulder just a little harder. Spencer lets go of Brendon's hip to hold Brendon's cock in his fist. He doesn't stroke, just holds on and squeezes lightly, but the stimulation still makes Brendon cry out and clench down around Spencer's cock. Spencer lets go of Brendon's shoulder just as his teeth are really starting to sting, pressing his mouth around the skin instead and letting out a low growl as he slams his hips forward, pressing deep inside of Brendon as he comes.

"Mine," Spencer repeats after a moment, squeezing Brendon tightly around the middle and licking gently over the sore spot on Brendon's shoulder where he bit down.

"Yours," Brendon says weakly, squirming and letting out a small gasp as Spencer squeezes down around his cock again. He can feel himself trying to get hard again, his stomach tensing up and his cock stirring, and Spencer nuzzles into his neck and presses his grin into Brendon's skin.

"Again?" he says hopefully, pressing forward just enough that Brendon's reminded that Spencer's still inside of him, still inside of him and still hard even after coming, and Brendon groans, slumping forward and letting Spencer hold him up.

"In the shower," Brendon says. "And then we have to actually shower."

"Mmhmm," Spencer hums into the back of Brendon's neck, and Brendon chokes out a laugh and grabs for the sink when Spencer starts to pull Brendon's whole body back toward the shower, his cock still buried inside.

"You need to-- Spence, get your fucking dick out of my ass," Brendon says with a laugh, a little breathless, and Spencer groans in disappointment as he pulls back. Brendon's cock jerks when Spencer slides out, and he instantly misses the pressure and the fullness, but now he can turn around and lean up on his toes, kissing Spencer hard on the mouth.

Spencer makes a grumbly, happy noise and grabs Brendon's arms to steady him as he kisses back, open-mouthed and messy, pulling Brendon close. Brendon winces as Spencer's cock drags across his belly, wet and sticky, and he bites down on Spencer's lip, rolling his eyes when Spencer just makes an intrigued noise and presses closer.

"No," he says against Spencer's mouth. "Shower, now. C'mon."

Brendon yelps as Spencer grabs him around the waist and hauls him backward, shuffling them into the shower. "There," he says, dropping to his knees and nuzzling his face against Brendon's cock. "We're in the shower."

"Showers involve water, you filthy pervert," Brendon gasps, twisting away from Spencer to reach for the water. He grins to himself when Spencer yelps as the cold water hits him in the head.

"That was rude," Spencer says, knee-walking closer and nuzzling into Brendon's thigh. "I was being nice, and that was rude."

"You were being distracting," Brendon says, burying his hand into Spencer's hair and tugging a little. "Up. Don't make me get the rolled up newspaper."

"Oh, funny, asshole," Spencer grumbles as he shuffles to his feet. "That was one time."

"And it worked," Brendon says, adjusting the hot water. "Now be a good boy and fetch me the shampoo."

"Fuck you," Spencer says, nipping at Brendon's collarbone and reaching down to circle his fist around Brendon's cock, squeezing hard up under the head. "Shampoo can wait."

Brendon's knees buckle a little and he hates himself for it, but Spencer has a point, and he's currently proving that point while stroking Brendon's cock and kissing at his neck. Brendon's only so strong.

"Okay," he says with a gasp as Spencer's beard drags down his neck. "Okay, but one day I'm not going to be this easy for you."

"Right," Spencer says, the words rumbling over the skin under Brendon's ear as he strokes Brendon's cock. "I totally believe you."

Fic: Space So I Can Breathe, Ryan/Spencer, R

allfourinches — Tue, 26 Jan 2010 00:50:21 GMT

Title: Space So I Can Breathe
Authors: fallintosilence and boweryd
Rating: R
Pairing: Ryan/Spencer
Word Count: 2,900+
Summary: "So hey," Ryan says as Spencer walks into the room, "we should make out."
Warnings: Both characters are under the age of 18, but everyone's legal.
Author Notes: Written for the kink bingo prompt "bruises/bitemarks." Thanks to untappedbeauty for once again patiently explaining to boweryd that periods exist and can be used in place of commas sometimes. Title from "Space" by Something Corporate because fallintosilence would not let boweryd be great and name this "HICKERY DICKERY COCK."

"So hey," Ryan says as Spencer walks into the room, "we should make out."

Spencer drops his bookbag on his foot. His Biology textbook is in there, and it's fucking heavy, and Ryan has clearly gone insane.

"What?" Spencer asks, fighting the urge to just turn around and walk back out.

"We should make out," Ryan says, sprawling on the bed and staring at Spencer like it's no big deal.

"Okay," Spencer says, kicking his bag out of the way. "Let me rephrase that. Why?"

"Dude, it's just kissing," Ryan says with a shrug. "You have to learn sometime."

Spencer spares a glance at the PlayStation across the room - what they would usually be doing until Ryan lost his mind and decided they should make out - and says, "I'll learn later. With a girl."

"Oh, come on," Ryan says. "It's not a big deal."

"It's not not a big deal," Spencer says, wincing at how uptight he sounds. Stupid fucking annoyingly persistent Ryan. Stupid fucking annoyingly persistent Ryan who knows that all he has to do is be annoyingly persistent and Spencer will give in.

"Come on," Ryan says, patting the bed beside him and leering exaggeratedly.

Spencer hits him square in the face with a pillow, and he has to admit that he feels a little bit better as he crawls onto the bed and leans back against Ryan's headboard.

He stares warily down at Ryan and bites back the urge to laugh as Ryan crawls awkwardly forward, leaning in way too close as he says, "Close your eyes, you're ruining it."

"It's just how I always imagined it," Spencer mumbles, but he lets his eyes slip shut anyway, his heart suddenly racing stupidly fast and his face wrinkling up a little in anticipation. It seems like a really long time, like a stupidly long time, and Spencer is just starting to freak out a little when he finally feels Ryan's mouth pressing softly against his own.

Spencer has no idea what he's supposed to be doing, so he stays still and Ryan presses his lips forward harder, finally opening his mouth and making a frustrated noise right before he pulls away.

"Dude," he says, "you have to kiss back."

Spencer bites his lip to keep from blurting out something stupid like, "I don't know how to kiss back." Instead he just nods and closes his eyes again as Ryan leans back in, his hair falling forward and tickling Spencer's eyelashes, making his stomach jump in a weird way.

Ryan starts mouthing at the seam of Spencer's lips again, and Spencer finally parts his lips and presses his mouth back, swallowing a noise when Ryan tilts his head and their lips slide together, moving in tandem. And. It's actually kind of nice.

Spencer lets his fingers curl into the sheets as Ryan kisses him deeper, stopping occasionally to suck at Spencer's lip in a way that makes Spencer's whole body feel tingly and too big. Spencer isn't expecting it when Ryan drags Spencer's bottom lip between his teeth, mumbling an apology against Spencer's mouth when he gasps out. Spencer nods, trying his best to ignore the way the scrape of Ryan's teeth sent heat swirling through his belly.

Spencer kind of likes kissing a lot, he realizes. His cheeks heat up when Ryan tries sliding his tongue into Spencer's mouth, licking at his lips until Spencer opens up and lets Ryan lick inside. It's weird, but a good weird, and Spencer's relieved to find that Ryan's breathing just as hard as he is, panting a little into Spencer's mouth. The heat in Spencer's cheeks is spreading throughout his body, and Spencer tries to ignore the fact that he's hard and his stomach is coiling tighter and tighter.

Ryan pulls back right as Spencer's starting to feel itchy and hot, and after a few seconds of silence Spencer slits his eyes open, hoping Ryan will either not care or not notice his red face and sweaty palms.

"Is this okay? Should we keep going?" Ryan asks, voice a little rough, and Spencer just shrugs helplessly, not trusting his voice but not wanting Ryan to stop.

"Okay then," Ryan says, grinning a little before leaning back in. "Stay still," Ryan mumbles against Spencer's lips after a few seconds, as if Spencer was actually planning on going anywhere. But then Ryan is kissing Spencer's jaw, down the column of his throat and over to his neck, and that, that feels a whole lot different than just kissing on the mouth.

"Um," Spencer says, leaning back further into the pillows and grabbing a little desperately at the sheets. Ryan ignores him, trailing kisses all over Spencer's neck, and when he settles in on one side, sucking hesitantly, Spencer arches up shamelessly underneath Ryan and gasps a lot louder than he means to.

Ryan doesn't stop, and Spencer doesn't know why, because he is clearly having issues right now, every touch of Ryan's mouth to his neck reminding him how uncomfortably hard he is. It's not fair, it's just kissing, it's just Ryan's stupid mouth, but then Ryan starts to suck a little harder and Spencer tilts his head further to the side, his breath coming out fast and shaky. Spencer bites at the inside of his cheek because he is dangerously close to begging Ryan to never ever ever stop.

Ryan sucks at Spencer's neck, grazing his teeth over the wet skin and making Spencer's hips buck up. Ryan keeps going, moving up and down Spencer's neck, and Spencer is suddenly, stupidly close to coming in his pants when he chokes out, "Ryan, Ryan. Please."

Ryan finally stops, licking wetly over Spencer's neck before sitting back up and staring down at Spencer with a weirdly heavy gaze. Ryan's mouth is red and shiny with spit, and Spencer knows he's flushed and a little sweaty, not to mention how hard he is. He is so, so grateful when Ryan sits back and clears his throat, shrugging.

"So, I'm not bad, huh?" Ryan says with a smirk, and Spencer automatically groans, punching him in the shoulder lightly.

"Shut up. I hate you and I'm playing Mario Kart without you," Spencer grumbles, sliding awkwardly off the bed and mostly succeeding at hiding how completely hard he is when he settles down on the floor, in front of the TV and game console.

Ryan settles in next to him, elbowing him in the side a few times before he manages to arrange his limbs properly. Spencer makes it through four rounds of Mario Kart, all the while ignoring the fact they were just making out, until he has to face the fact that his hard-on isn't going away anytime soon. Which is just fucking typical, considering he's going to be at Ryan's for the rest of the night. Spencer had been doing a nice thing, inviting himself over because he knows Ryan hates being home alone, and now he's stuck in Ryan's bedroom with the boner that won't die.

Spencer tosses his controller to the floor and says, "Gotta pee," as casually as he can manage, and prays that he doesn't look as awkward as he feels when he makes his way to the bathroom. Spencer breathes out a sigh of relief once the door closes behind him, then promptly rolls his eyes at himself and splashes some water on his face where he's still kind of hot and flushed from all the kissing. It's not until he's towel-drying his face that he notices the dark smudges all over his neck.

Spencer shouts, "Holy shit," without really thinking, and he's leaning in close to the mirror, his hands gripping the sink and his mouth open in horror when Ryan bursts into the bathroom.

"What?" Ryan says, "What, what's going- oh," he says, leaning back against the wall. "Holy shit."

"What the fuck?" Spencer yells at Ryan, turning back to the mirror to stare at his poor, poor neck. The bruises are dark and angry, spread out over his whole neck with one or two peeking up above the collar of his shirt. Spencer doesn't feel as horrified as he should, even though it looks so bad. He's actually still hard, and he hates himself a little bit for it.

"They're just hickeys," Ryan says quietly, moving forward to brush his fingers over Spencer's neck. Spencer jerks away, not actually sure if the bruises are tender to touch, but he'd rather not find out right now.

"Fuck you, these are not just hickeys, Ryan," he says a little hysterically. "Hickeys aren't supposed to look like you got shot in the neck repeatedly."

Ryan rolls his eyes, moving forward, wrapping his arms around Spencer's waist and leaning his chin on Spencer's shoulder. "Stop freaking out. People are going to think you're getting some when you go back to school. I helped you."

"Oh god, school," Spencer says sadly. "I hate you. I hate you so much."

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry?" Ryan tries, meeting Spencer's eyes in the mirror.

Spencer just groans, dropping his head forward against his chest. "Making you go shop for makeup shit to cover it up isn't even going to be punishment for you, is it?"

"I could use some new eyeliner," Ryan says, and when Spencer raises his head Ryan is just staring at his neck, his eyes dark and focused.

"I seriously hate you," Spencer says, trying to keep his voice even. He's starting to feel awkward, standing there hard with Ryan pressed all along his back.

"You can do it to me if it'll make you feel better," Ryan says when Spencer starts to fidget.

"Right, because that won't be suspicious at all. Both of us showing up to school with hickeys." Spencer's voice is shaky, cracking a little on the word "hickeys," and he winces. He wants to, and he thinks Ryan wants it too, maybe even more than Spencer. But it makes his stomach twist up with nerves, just thinking about kissing Ryan like that, sucking at his neck until he bruises.

"Dude," Ryan says, his voice snapping Spencer out of it, "we go to different schools. Calm the fuck down. Come on." Ryan grabs Spencer's hips and steers him out of the bathroom, pushing him toward the bed. Ryan flops down on his back, holding himself up by his elbows and smiling up at Spencer. "Come on, my turn."

"This is a terrible idea. Just like your first one," Spencer groans, climbing on the bed anyway and settling in next to Ryan.

"Come on," Ryan says again, quieter, his hand tugging at Spencer's elbow. To Spencer's total surprise, he does what Ryan says, leaning forward and brushing his lips over Ryan's a little unsteadily. Spencer's just about to start freaking out again when Ryan brings his hand up to the back of Spencer's neck, pulling him down until they find an angle that works. Once they start kissing it's good again, it's easy to fall into the rhythm of moving their lips together.

Spencer's neck starts hurting after a minute, and he pulls back from kissing for a few seconds to settle himself over Ryan, a little less worried about Ryan knowing he's hard now that Spencer is covered in hickeys, but Ryan doesn't say anything. He just waits expectantly, lips a little red and swollen, and Spencer tries dragging Ryan's bottom lip between his teeth this time, biting lightly, like Ryan did to him. Ryan makes a noise, too soft to really be anything, but it's enough to make Spencer feel oddly proud of himself, so he's going to count it as a win.

It's nice, their lips sliding together, Ryan breathing harsh against his mouth, but Spencer's getting kind of impatient. He wants to see Ryan's neck covered in hickeys like his own even though he doesn't particularly want to think about just how much he wants that. He pulls back from the kiss and starts doing what Ryan had done earlier, kissing at the corner of Ryan's mouth and trailing open-mouthed kisses down his jaw and the side of his neck.

Ryan starts to squirm underneath him and Spencer kisses harder, his dick throbbing insistently when he remembers Ryan doing this to him, how it felt. Ryan's neck is soft underneath Spencer's lips, soft and warm, and Spencer starts to suck, tasting the skin and humming a little. It's not unpleasant at all-- it mostly just tastes like skin, really-- but the harder Spencer sucks the more squirmy Ryan gets, making weird gasping noises that Spencer's never heard before. It's kind of insanely hot, and Spencer sucks harder, sliding his lips lower, intent on giving Ryan the same kind of bruises he has.

Spencer tilts his head and lets his lips slide across Ryan's neck, sucking at the base of his throat and then trailing his lips down to Ryan's collarbone, below where his neck meets his shoulder. Spencer pulls the skin past his lips and lets his teeth graze over it, and suddenly Ryan is whimpering, making pornographic gasping noises like Spencer is sucking his dick or something, not just his neck. Spencer keeps at that spot, sucking harder and scraping his teeth again, and Ryan's hips buck up suddenly under Spencer, arching and twisting against Spencer's thigh. It doesn't even occur to Spencer to stop-- he just keeps sucking, sliding his lips up for a few seconds and then back down to that spot that makes Ryan wild, makes him grab at Spencer's arms and grind up with his thigh. It's hot, and Spencer likes doing this, likes making Ryan so crazy with just his mouth on Ryan's neck.

Spencer's so focused on Ryan's reaction that he forgets about his own hard-on, but it still takes him by surprise when Ryan suddenly tenses up where he's holding onto Spencer, shuddering up against Spencer in short, jerky movements, his breath coming out in loud gasps. It takes Spencer a second to realize what's going on, but then Ryan is going loose and boneless against him, and Spencer's thigh feels a little wet.

"Oh my god," Spencer chokes out, finally pulling back from Ryan's neck, and he can see how red Ryan's face is flushed, how it spreads all the way down to his neck.

"Sorry," Ryan says, and he isn't, because his hips are still twitching up a little against Spencer's thigh, and he has a stupid, satisfied smile on his face. Spencer glances down mostly so he doesn't have to look Ryan in the eye, but then he can see the wet spot at the front of Ryan's shorts, and that's when he starts blushing, right to the tips of his ears, sitting back on the bed.

"Shit, Spence. Spencer. That was--" Ryan says, flapping his hand around.

"You are so easy," Spencer tries, wondering if this is one of those things you're just supposed to laugh off, but his voice is all hoarse that it comes out kind of awed instead of insulting.

"Fuck, Spence, get over here," Ryan says, reaching out and grabbing Spencer's thigh. When Spencer doesn't move, Ryan crawls onto his legs, reaching right down into Spencer's shorts.

Spencer's first instinct is to flee, to push Ryan flat on his ass and get the fuck out of there, because he's hard and Ryan is in his lap, but Ryan's also sitting on his legs, so that's not an option. Spencer watches, frozen, as Ryan pulls Spencer's dick out, his grip warm and tight around it, and it feels so different from Spencer doing this himself, holy fucking shit.

"Shut up," Ryan whispers before Spencer even says anything, and then Ryan's ducking his head down far enough to kiss Spencer on the mouth, their lips moving together wet and messy, not careful at all. Spencer almost likes it better this way, he thinks wildly, when it's desperate and hard and not about being perfect at kissing.

Ryan squeezes and jerks Spencer's dick, his hand moving hard, and even though Spencer usually can't come unless he's doing it fast, he can feel his stomach going tight anyway, his orgasm getting closer and closer the harder Ryan squeezes.

Spencer whines against Ryan's mouth, and then everything goes tense and tight and the pressure that had been building up suddenly crashes, spreading warmly throughout Spencer's body as he comes, wet over Ryan's hand and his shorts. Ryan keeps squeezing him through it, pulling his mouth back for a second, and Spencer opens his eyes to the sight of his dick sliding through Ryan's fist, swollen and flushed and slick with come.

"Ryan," Spencer says after a few seconds, and when Ryan totally ignores him, a little louder, "Ryan."

"Oh, fine," Ryan says, finally letting go of Spencer's oversensitive dick and wiping his hand over Spencer's shorts. Spencer wants to protest, but it's his come and Ryan just jerked him off, so. He doesn't really have a case.

"You're welcome," Ryan says, getting up from the bed and walking over to the bathroom. Spencer groans.

"You totally just did that so I wouldn't tell anyone you came in your pants, didn't you?" he shouts after Ryan.

Ryan peeks his head out the door, his eyebrows raised. "Not really? But that's a good idea."

Spencer rolls his eyes and collapses back on the bed as Ryan washes up. He tries his best to just enjoy the fucking moment and stave off the crisis he can feel coming on - he just had something kind of like gay sex with his best friend - but he squashes it in favor of tucking himself back into his shorts and trying to work up the energy to move. He wants to see if Ryan has any bruises yet.

Pull Me In Tighter, Panic GSF (girl!Spencer), NC-17, part 2

allfourinches — Tue, 19 Jan 2010 21:46:31 GMT

Header and warnings in part one.

"My turn, Ross," Brendon says, leaning down to kiss Ryan briefly before shoving at his shoulder and taking his place between Spencer's legs. "So," he says, leaning down to kiss at her jaw. "How's things?"

"You're a dick," Spencer replies, laughing when Brendon goes for the ticklish spot right beneath her ear. "But things are pretty awesome."

"Yeah, I thought so," Brendon says, his voice gone low and rough. He leans down to kiss at Spencer's neck, one hand stroking over her breast and down her stomach. "Do you wanna touch?"

"Oh, fuck you," Spencer groans, because she knew there was no way Brendon was going to let that go. Brendon grins up at her and trails his hand lower and lower, until his fingers are stroking over her lightly, dipping just far enough inside to make her gasp out and twitch.

"You're wet," Brendon says, reaching up with his free hand and guiding one of hers down. "Wetter than usual."

Spencer closes her eyes and ignores the burning in her cheeks as Brendon pushes her fingers down to meet his. She is wet, wet and a little sticky in a way that she knows isn't just her, and her stomach coils up tightly at the thought that she's feeling Ryan's come inside of her. She lets out a whine purely on accident and pulls her hand free, reaching out and clutching at Brendon's arm. "Come on," she says breathlessly. "Now."

"Yes ma'am," Brendon answers with a grin, sucking his wet fingers into his mouth.

"Well, fuck, that's hot," Jon says lazily as he settles in beside Spencer at the head of the bed. "Hi," he says, leaning down and kissing her nose.

"Hey," Spencer says. "How's your dick?"

"Zipper mark free," Jon reports happily.

"Good to know," Spencer replies impatiently. "Brendon, come on."

Brendon reaches down to line himself up and Spencer is admiring his ability to take direction when he flashes her a smile and asks, "Sure you don't want to do anal?"

Spencer groans, leaning back and pressing her hips forward so the head of his cock slides over her. "Just fuck me, Urie."

"Yes ma'am," Brendon repeats, easing his cock inside, and Ryan laughs as he settles in next to Jon.

"It's kind of hot to hear you bossing him around," Ryan says, leaning against Jon's chest, and Brendon stops when he bottoms out inside Spencer.

"It's always hot, Ryan, fuck you," Brendon snaps. He glances down to meet Spencer's eyes and this time it isn't possessive or weirdly intense. It's just Brendon being Brendon, sweet and definitely horny, and Spencer tilts her head up for a kiss the same time he leans down.

Brendon stays deep, shifting slowly against her as their mouths move together, Brendon's teeth catching sharply at Spencer's lip and then licking over it when he pulls back. Spencer likes how needy Brendon's kisses get when he's fucking her or being fucked. He kisses messy and wet, but his lips are soft against hers, and when he sucks at her tongue it makes her stomach twist hotly. She moans a little and squirms against him, arching up when he shifts down against her.

"Aww, how sweet," Ryan says. "But maybe you want to move past first base sometime soon?"

"It's not first base if my dick is in her, jackass," Brendon says against Spencer's lips.

"That's the most romantic thing I've ever heard," Spencer says, smacking Brendon's arm. He presses his lips to hers once more before settling back a little and thrusting his hips forward harder now, faster, his cock making wet noises as it slides inside her. Brendon feels good, full and dragging in a way that makes her stomach tight and doesn't let her forget what they're doing. Not that there was any real of danger of that, not with Brendon waggling his eyebrows at her when their eyes meet.

"Yeah? You like that?" he asks, swiveling his hips exaggeratedly.

"I like your mom," Spencer says, sticking her tongue out at him.

"Hot," Ryan says from beside them. Spencer glances over to see him lazily stroking at Jon's cock, his eyes trained on them.

"Dude," Jon says, breathless. "Making your mom jokes during actual sex is kind of low."

"Your mom is kind of low," Ryan says flatly, twisting his hand over Jon's cock.

Spencer laughs, sharp and sudden, and Brendon groans, dropping his head down to her shoulder.

"Holy shit that felt amazing," Brendon says, breathing out hotly against Spencer's skin. "Fuck."

"Yes," Spencer says, digging her heels into Brendon's ass to try and get him to push in deeper. "Fuck. That's an awesome idea."

"So impatient," Brendon mumbles as he trails his lips over Spencer's throat, snapping his hips forward and settling into a fast rhythm. Spencer takes a moment to seriously appreciate how small and bendy Brendon is as he slides his mouth down to her breast, sucking lightly at her nipple, and she starts to whine low in her throat when Jon leans over to drop kisses along the side of her neck. She feels overwhelmed in a good way, like her nerves are all buzzing with every touch, with every thrust of Brendon inside her, and she can't really help it when Jon touches her clit and she yells a little.

"Spence?" Ryan says, leaning over to pet at her hair, and Spencer just groans in response, digging her heels harder into Brendon's ass.

"Is it like you wanted, Spence?" Brendon asks, panting because he hasn't stopped fucking her, and Spencer arches up beneath him, angling herself underneath Jon's fingers.

"Yes, yes, I want you to come, Brendon," Spencer whines, grabbing up at his shoulders as he pulls her nipple gently between his teeth. Spencer digs her fingers into his shoulders, holding him close as he pants against her breast. "Come on," she groans, squeezing around his cock. "Come for me." Brendon's hips jerk fast and erratic against her as he gets close, and Spencer slides one of her hands into his hair, tugging sharply so he'll raise his head to kiss her. It was a good idea in theory, but Brendon ends up sort of shouting into her mouth as he jerks and comes, deep inside of her.

"Really," she says, grinning at Jon as she pushes his hand away from her throbbing clit and tugs lightly at Brendon's hair again. His hips jerk against her helplessly and he whines a little when she squeezes around his oversensitive cock. "How did none of us know this yet?"

"I knew a little," Ryan throws out casually, his hand still stroking slowly over Jon's cock. "He bribed me with blowjobs not to share because you guys already make fun of him for being so easy."

"I'm right here," Brendon says, mostly into Spencer's throat.

"Well, you are kind of easy," Jon says, rubbing at the back of Brendon's neck and laughing when he twitches against Spencer.

"Fuck, stop that," Brendon groans out. "Not fair." He pulls back from Spencer slowly, tilting her hips up a bit before he pulls out. It's a slow, wet drag, and Spencer fights the urge to close her eyes in favor of watching him pull out inch by inch, his cock wet and shining. Brendon catches her eye and smirks, pulling all the way out with a wet noise that's equal parts embarrassing and hot. "Keep your hips up," he says, his voice still sounding raw. "It'll hold it in."

Spencer nods, blushing, and she's stupidly glad when Jon wastes no time taking Brendon's place, holding her legs together and pushing her knees toward her chest.

"How's it going?" Jon asks, and Spencer licks her lips as he leans down to kiss her, just for a few seconds, before straightening up and lining himself up with her. She's grateful that his fingers go to grip her legs as he starts to push inside, keeping her knees up in the slightly awkward position. She's starting to feel it, the strain in her back and her thighs, but she's also nearing wanting to come again, so it seems like a fair trade-off.

"I'm good," Spencer breathes, and then with one loud, slick thrust, he's all the way inside, thick and hot and so full. "I am awesome," Spencer continues, her thighs shaking a little under Jon's hands.

"Yeah, you are," Jon says with a grin, and he starts to fuck her slowly, keeping his thrusts steady but intent. Spencer closes her eyes for a minute and focuses on the feeling, the way Jon's cock drags inside her, made slick by Ryan and Brendon's come, by her own wetness. When she opens her eyes she sees the flush that's creeping up Jon's chest as he thrusts a little harder, and Spencer opens her mouth without thinking.

"What does it feel like, with their come inside?" Spencer asks, and she can feel Brendon shift closer to her for a second to press a kiss to her temple.

"Jesus, Spence," Jon says, his rhythm faltering for a second. Spencer opens her mouth to take it back, but then Brendon's leaning down and kissing her, wet and deep, only pulling back when Jon starts to speak. "It's... I don't know. Really fucking hot? It's so wet, but not like usual, I can tell-- I can feel that it's their come. It makes everything so slick. You're tight, but it's so easy to fuck you like this."

Spencer blushes, feeling stupid and turned on and overwhelmed, and she pushes gratefully into Brendon's hand when he swipes her hair from her forehead, wiping sweat away. "Thanks," she says, in favor of trying to reply to Jon. "I'm kind of sweaty and gross."

"You're fucking gorgeous," Ryan says suddenly, and when Spencer meets his gaze, he's staring at her, dark and purposeful, his hand moving on his half-hard cock.

Spencer squirms a little on Jon's cock, feeling mostly hot but still a little awkward with everyone's attention solely on her.

"Oh, hey," Brendon says, thankfully breaking the tension. "Good for you, Ross, I was staring to think you couldn't get it up again and I was going to have to step in for you."

"Oh, suck my dick," Ryan snaps, his eyes finally leaving Spencer to glare at Brendon. "Not all of us have the recovery time of a 16-year-old."

"It's not my fault you're so old, but if you want me to suck your dick, stop talking about 16-year-olds, pervert," Brendon says, dropping a kiss to Spencer's forehead before crawling over to Ryan at the foot of the bed.

"That's not what I-- okay," Ryan says, and Spencer tilts her head up to watch as Brendon leans over and swallows Ryan down, his hand moving over the rest of Ryan's cock. She can tell Jon's smiling down at her, and she eases her legs up over his shoulders, smiling back.

"One day they'll learn to sixty-nine and then they'll shut each other up," Spencer says wistfully, and Ryan gives her the finger with the hand that isn't tangled up in Brendon's hair. Brendon pulls off of Ryan's cock to say something, but Spencer misses it entirely when Jon snaps his hips forward, thrusting in harder than before. Spencer gasps at how deep his cock sinks at this angle, the drag inside making heat twist low and insistent in her stomach.

"Don't you dare stop," Spencer groans, throwing her head back on the pillow as Jon fucks her, and she can hear Jon choke out a laugh.

"Yeah, I wasn't really planning on it," Jon grunts out a few seconds later, and when Spencer lifts her head back up he's smiling at her, warm and focused. She arches her hips with his thrusts, thinking about sneaking a hand down to her clit when Jon turns his head and kisses her ankle softly, where her leg is thrown over his shoulder. "Are you close, babe?"

"Yes, yes, please," Spencer whines, her breath hitching higher the harder Jon thrusts, and she's more than happy to oblige when Jon says, "Touch yourself for me."

Spencer slides her fingers down between her thighs and isn't really surprised at how wet she is, rubbing over her clit and moaning. She's confused for a second when she hears Ryan tell Brendon, "Close, Brendon, stop," but then she hears the wet pop as Brendon pulls off Ryan's cock and she realizes they're not talking about her.

Spencer slits her eyes open and sees them standing beside the bed, kissing deeply, Ryan's hand tangled in Brendon's hair, but then Jon readjusts his grip on her legs and pulls her higher. He tilts her hips up just a little further, and Spencer lets out a noise that's more yell than moan when he presses deep inside. She can feel him moving where she's touching herself, his cock sliding in and out wetly against her fingers, and she bites down hard on her lip when he slams back in, pressing deep and staying there.

"Come on, Spence," Jon says gruffly, and he's close, he's almost there; Jon likes to stay close when he comes, press in deep and stay there. Spencer rubs frantically over her clit, squeezing her eyes shut and focusing on the feeling of Jon's cock, throbbing a little where it's stretching her open. She thinks wildly about him coming inside of her, she's already so full, full from Ryan and Brendon and she feels kind of filthy and really fucking hot. She feels exactly the way she imagined she would.

The bed dips next to her and Spencer throws her free hand out blindly, colliding with a skinny thigh and gripping down tight. Brendon hisses in a breath and leans down, his lips brushing her ear as he says, "So things are going good, I'm guessing?"

Spencer lets out a low, ugly noise in response. She's so close, much too close to even entertain forming actual words, but it doesn't seem to matter. Brendon kisses at her ear, his lips hot over the sensitive skin and his breath loud in her ear. Spencer squirms, gasping out and rubbing frantically at her clit as she comes, the tickling of Brendon's mouth and the fullness from Jon's cock pressed deep inside her pushing her over the edge. She comes hard, squeezing tight around Jon's cock, and his strangled groan and the hot, slick pulsing inside lets Spencer know when Jon comes seconds later, his hips pressed against the back of Spencer's thighs.

"Holy shit," Jon groans, slumping forward against Spencer, pushing her legs up tight to her chest, stretching forward in an effort to kiss her and mostly getting her chin.

Spencer laughs weakly and pushes at his shoulder. "Jon, I love you, but you're heavy as fuck and my legs don't bend this way," she groans out.

"You're a hateful girl, Spencer Smith," Jon whines, slowly pulling back and lowering her legs to the bed. "How should I--" he trails off and blushes slightly, and Spencer can't help it, she giggles a little, patting at his bicep consolingly.

"Just kind of... pull out? I guess? I'll keep my hips up," Spencer says, glancing over at Ryan as Brendon nuzzles sleepily into her neck.

"You ready, Ross?" she asks, raising her eyebrow at him challengingly. Ryan just stares back at her, his eyes heavy on hers, and Spencer swallows deeply and takes it as a yes when he moves forward and climbs onto the bed.

Jon drops a kiss to her knee and holds onto her hips as he pulls out, grunting a little when she squeezes around him reflexively. "Sorry," she says sheepishly.

"S'ok," Jon says, shooting her a vaguely pained grin. He drops his eyes back down and then stills with just the head of his cock inside of her. "Jesus," he says in a strained whisper. "Spencer, fuck," and Spencer strains forward craning her neck to look between their bodies.

"Oh," she says, sounding stupidly awed. "Oh, wow." Jon's cock is streaked with come, and her cunt is wet and swollen where she's stretched around the head of his cock. It's like porn, like the really dirty shit Brendon downloads sometimes, and she wishes not for the first time that it wouldn't be such an epically bad idea for them to film this.

"Come on," Ryan says suddenly, his voice gruff and raw sounding. He moves forward awkwardly on his knees until he's right beside Jon, his hand dipping between their bodies, long fingers tracing up and down, smearing the come on Jon's cock.

"Shit," Jon hisses, pulling free of Spencer's body with a wet noise that's loud and obscene and ridiculously hot. Before Spencer can even take a breath, Ryan's between her legs, hard and thick and pressing in with one slow, wet thrust.

Spencer cries out sharply, grabbing at Ryan's shoulders and biting back a noise that was threatening to come out as a sob. Ryan's always a lot to take but it's just shy of too much like this, when she's oversensitive and stretched and swollen. Her entire body is still buzzing with her orgasm, her limbs loose and mostly useless, and she digs her fingers in under Ryan's shoulder blades and wills herself to hold on.

"Sorry," Ryan gasps out, dropping his forehead to hers. "Sorry, shit, Spencer, are you okay?"

"I'm not not okay," Spencer grits out, panting. "Fuck, fuck it's just a lot, it's-- stay still. Just hold on a second, please."

Brendon shifts beside her, pushing her hair back and kissing at her shoulder. "I think," he says, his voice slow and sleepy, "that you should ride him. Let us see."

"But it'll-- it won't stay in," Spencer stutters out, her face flaming from saying the words even after they've each had their turn fucking her.

Brendon smiles, leaning up to peck her on the cheek. "That's the point, Spence. Just-- squeeze, and try to hold it in until Ryan's inside you. But you don't have to take him as deep, on top. Until you're ready for it."

"Right," Spencer says, sucking in a shaky breath and looking up at Ryan. "Does that sound okay?" Ryan doesn't reply right away, just staring down at her with dark eyes that make her want to squirm under his gaze.

"You're amazing," Ryan says instead of answering her, leaning down to kiss her once more before sliding out slowly, carefully, and rolling over on the bed. Spencer sits up and squeezes her legs together as tightly as she can, moving over so Ryan has room to lie flat on his back, his fist around his cock. Spencer's absolutely aware of three pairs of eyes on her as she shuffles over Ryan, straddling his hips and squeezing as hard as she can like Brendon told her, her hand cupping between her thighs just in case their come starts to drip out. She feels ridiculous and exposed, her face hot from them watching, but then she's sliding down onto Ryan's cock, her hands braced on his chest, and she forgets everything else.

"Oh god, oh god," Spencer babbles, staring wide-eyed down at Ryan and experimentally rocking her hips down as Ryan's hands fly up to grab at her hips, his fingers digging sharply into her sweaty skin.

"Better?" Ryan asks, his voice still raw-sounding, and Spencer lets out a shuddering breath she didn't realize she was holding in.

"You could say that," Spencer groans, closing her eyes and squeezing gingerly around Ryan's cock with her sore muscles. She's still swollen and a little achy and he feels like too much, but that doesn't even compare to the way she can feel their come dripping out of her, down the length of Ryan's cock. She feels wet and open like this, clenching and unclenching around Ryan, squirming on his cock instead of actually fucking him.

"Spence, I have to," Ryan chokes out, and Spencer looks down at him just in time to catch his face wrinkling up as he rocks his hips up with her, his cock sinking a little deeper. Spencer gasps, his cock dragging inside of her, and moves back against him as he pushes up. It's overwhelming, and Spencer can't seem to focus on one thing, her mind racing between the drag and pull of Ryan's cock and the loud, wet noises it makes as it pushes into her, pushes their come out of her body. She can feel it dripping out of her, wet on the inside of her thighs when she pulls up and they brush against Ryan's cock. She wants to see, not just hear, and she's opening her mouth to ask someone to tell her something, anything, when she feels a hand brushing down her spine.

"Jesus, Spencer," Brendon says, his breath brushing against the hair at the back of her neck. "I can't even-- Spencer."

He sounds as overwhelmed as she feels, his voice desperate and strained, and Spencer pushes back against his hand, says, "What? Tell me, Brendon, please." She's whining but she can't bring herself to be embarrassed about it.

"There's so much," Brendon says, his hand stroking over her ass now. "Every time he fucks into you, more comes out. It's all over his cock."

"And your thighs," Jon says from the end of the bed where he's sprawled. "And the bed. It's dripping down Ryan's ass. Housekeeping is gonna hate us."

Spencer chokes out a laugh that sounds more like a sob and drops her head down. Her hair escaped from her ponytail ages ago and it falls around her face in a tangled curtain, the ends brushing against Ryan's ears.

"Hey," he says, low and quiet, stretching up to meet her mouth. It's not so much a kiss as it is them panting against each other's mouths, but it's still good, still centers her and gives her something to focus on. Ryan's mouth is on hers and his hands are anchoring her hips, his cock moving inside of her in long, wet strokes, and it's perfect. It's exactly what she wanted exactly how she wanted, and Spencer gets the sudden, stupidly intense urge to cry.

"Hey, shh," Ryan says against her lips, his hands stroking at her hips. "Spencer, are you okay? Do you need to stop?"

"No," Spencer cries out, her chest seizing up in momentary panic. "No, no, don't stop, please, just--" she trails off, not sure of exactly what she was going to say, and drops her head to Ryan's shoulder, holding on to his neck and pressing back against his cock a little desperately. Brendon rubs his hand soothingly over the small of her back and Spencer suddenly blurts out, "I love all of you," before she can stop herself.

"We love you, too," Ryan says softly, his voice strained because she's squeezing around his cock kind of unfairly. He kisses the corner of her mouth, then up at her temple, and Spencer takes a deep breath and rocks back with Ryan's thrusts, riding him harder as it gets easier for her to take him deep, the fullness making heat spread low in her belly again, even so soon after her last orgasm.

"You feel so good, Spencer, fuck," Ryan grunts, and Spencer presses her face back to the crook of Ryan's neck, clinging and whimpering a little as he snaps his hips up, his cock pressing deep inside with each hard thrust.

"I wish you could see how this looks," Brendon pipes up, his fingers brushing down the split of Spencer's ass and over where Ryan's cock is pushing inside, where she's spread open and wet around him. "You're both so wet, Spence, and you're so swollen up."

Spencer whines, pressing down hard with Ryan's thrusts.

"Hey, Spencer," Ryan gasps out roughly, "do-- do you want to come?"

Spencer chokes out a laugh, biting lightly at Ryan's shoulder in response. "No, no, too much. I want you to come."

"That seems like an excellent plan," Ryan says, rubbing his nose against her jaw.

"I've heard worse plans," Jon adds, his voice lazy and a little slurred.

Brendon snorts out a laugh and strokes back over where Spencer's spread around Ryan's cock, his fingers slipping wetly across them. She hisses almost in time with Ryan, and then gasps when she feels the wet heat of Brendon's tongue sliding across her stretched skin.

"Fuck, Brendon," Jon says. "You're such a pervert."

"And it's awesome," Ryan adds gruffly, his hips snapping up roughly, driving his cock deeper into Spencer's body.

Brendon lets out a low moan that rumbles over her skin and shoots straight up her spine. She can hear the filthy, wet noises of his mouth, just soft enough to be different from the noises Ryan's cock makes as he fucks their come out of her. It's all too much, she feels hot and almost dizzy with it, and she clenches down tightly around Ryan's cock, trying to hold him still for a minute while she catches her breath.

"Ryan, Ryan," she says helplessly, and he must get the message, slowing his hips as much as he can as he twitches helplessly against her.

"Fuck," Ryan says after a moment, "Spencer, Spence, I can't--" He groans and shudders against her, his fingers digging painfully into her hips as his cock pulses inside of her.

"Well," Spencer says after a few seconds of Ryan panting as he comes down, her own voice hoarse, "I did tell you to come."

Ryan huffs out a laugh against her hair, his hips still moving slowly underneath her as she tries not to squeeze down around his cock. "I'm sorry. I tried, I swear, but Brendon had his mouth on my dick, okay."

"You're welcome," Brendon mumbles, scooting back on the bed so Ryan can shift underneath Spencer, his cock slipping out of her wetly. Spencer instantly feels empty without him inside, swollen-up and clenching around nothing, but she gets distracted when she feels the come still slick between her thighs.

Spencer collapses bonelessly back against the pillows, and she can't resist letting her hand slide down, touching herself gingerly. She's sore and her entire cunt is tingling. She feels swollen and heavy and really fucking satisfied and she can't help the groan she lets out when she drags her fingers lower, sliding then through the come that's still dripping out of her body.

Ryan gets up from where he's lying on the bed and Spencer figures he's going to get a washcloth or something for her to clean up with, so she isn't expecting it when he settles back down on the bed between her legs.

"No fucking way you can get it up again to fuck me, Ross," Spencer mumbles, and Ryan just grins down at her, bending forward and kissing her knee.

"I'm not going to fuck you again, I promise," Ryan says softly as he's pushing her legs far apart enough to fit between them.

Brendon makes an affronted noise when Ryan shoves him out of the way and adds, "I don't promise!"

"Yeah, we know you don't," Jon says wryly, pulling Brendon back against his chest as Ryan settles in, and Spencer tilts her head up just in time to see them kiss.

Spencer settles her gaze back on Ryan as he kisses up the inside of her thigh, slowly making his way to where she's still so wet from their come.

Ryan looks up, meeting her eyes, and holds her gaze as he licks a long, firm stripe up her cunt. "Ryan," she gasps out, her hips twitching helplessly. "Ryan, fuck."

He grins at her before dropping his head down, settling in between her thighs and licking into her, his tongue curling its way inside of her. It feels incredible, wet and warm and strangely soothing, and Spencer throws her head back and drops a hand to Ryan's head, petting over his hair. He hums against her at the feeling, sending little vibrations shooting through her, and she moans out, lifting her hips up against his face.

Ryan slides his mouth up and gives her clit one sudden, hard suck that makes her buck up, crying out, and then he's pulling away, grinning up at her. His face is covered in her, in them, and he smacks his lips exaggeratedly at her when he catches her staring.

"You are such a dick," Spencer says, reaching out to smack at his shoulder. Ryan surprises her, though, catches her hand and holds her by the wrist while he darts up and kisses her open-mouthed. She knows he's probably going for shock value, but it's kind of hot, tasting all of them in Ryan's mouth. She lets out a low noise and presses closer to him, licking into his mouth, chasing the taste.

"Holy shit," Spencer hears Brendon say after a few seconds, the bed dipping as he crawls closer to where Spencer's legs are still spread open.

"God," Jon says, stroking at Spencer's ankle. "You are so dirty, Urie."

Brendon's answering, "Mmhmm," is mostly lost against Spencer's thigh, and she gasps into Ryan's mouth as Brendon licks over her, sliding his tongue inside of her and closing his mouth around her entrance as he sucks lightly. It's filthy and it feels incredible and Spencer gives up all pretense of being too sore to come, working her hips restlessly against Brendon's face and biting helplessly at Ryan's mouth.

"Please, fuck," she groans out, pulling away from Ryan and shifting insistently under Brendon's mouth. She buries her hand in Brendon's hair and just pulls, guiding his mouth up to her clit.

"Jesus," Brendon groans, shifting his hips against the bed. "Spencer, unfair."

"Unfair my ass, come on," Spencer whines, tugging at his hair and arching up under his mouth.

"Are you seriously hard again?" Ryan asks from beside Spencer. "And you wonder why we make fun of you."

"Ryan, shut up," Spencer snaps, poking at his ribs with her free hand as Brendon groans against her clit and shifts against the mattress. "Don't make fun of Brendon when he's getting me off."

Ryan rolls his eyes at her but settles in beside her, petting at her hair and trailing his fingers over her chest. It's mostly a tease but Spencer's not going to complain, not right now. Her entire body is thrumming, a weird mix of overstimulated and desperate, and her hips working fitfully under Brendon's mouth. It's good, it's amazing, but it's not enough. As sore as she is, Spencer's still clenching down around nothing, and she misses the drag of something inside, helping push her over the edge.

"Jon," she gasps out, "Jon, fingers?"

Jon grins at her and squeezes at her ankle before shifting forward, dropping a kiss on Brendon's shoulder as he leans down and reaches between them. He doesn't waste any time, pressing two fingers inside and up, letting Spencer clench down around them for a moment before he starts moving. Jon's fingers are thick and perfect, filling her up, dragging inside of her, and she whimpers shamelessly as she presses up, working herself on Jon's fingers and against Brendon's mouth. Brendon closes his mouth around her clit, sucking gently while he works his tongue over her, and she's so close, her entire body strung up tight and on edge. She can feel herself shaking, trembling, and Ryan strokes at her sweaty forehead, mumbling random soothing noises into her ear.

Spencer digs her heels into the bed and presses up, frantic and desperate and so close, and she lets out a frustrated groan just as Jon slides a third finger in, twisting them inside of her, and that's it, she's gone, her body bucking up almost violently as she comes. Spencer's never come quite like this, so intense it almost hurts, and she feels tears sliding out the corners of her eyes as she shakes through it. She's shivering a little, she can't seem to stop, and she turns to Ryan gratefully when he shifts closer and wraps an arm around her, pulling her face down against his chest.

"Spence, I'm going to pull out, okay?" Jon asks softly, his hand stroking at her thigh.

She nods against Ryan's chest and whimpers when he pulls his fingers slowly free. She feels empty and filthy and sore all over and really fucking happy. Brendon slowly detaches her hand from his hair as he slides out from between her thighs and pushes her legs closed gently, helping her turn more fully toward Ryan, settling in against his chest. He wastes no time in pressing in behind her, throwing an arm around her waist and nosing at her neck through her tangled, sweaty hair.

"That was fucking amazing," Brendon tells her.

"You were kind of incredible, Spence," Jon adds, resting his head against her thigh. It's an awkward angle and it can't be comfortable, but Spencer isn't about to complain. She feels raw and open and really fucking loved, and she wants him close, wants them all to stay right here in her bed, curled around her.

"Hey, are you all right?" Ryan asks after a moment, using his thumb to swipe at Spencer's damp cheeks, and Spencer nods against his chest, leaning a little into the touch when he pets at her hair.

"Sorry, sorry, it's just-- it was good, but it was a lot. Wow."

"That's what all the girls say," Brendon says behind her, nuzzling at her neck.

"And the moment's ruined," Spencer groans.

"You love me," Brendon says, pressing in closer, his cock digging into the back of her thigh.

"Sometimes," Spencer replies, "But if you think I'm touching your cock again tonight, you're out of your mind."

"Well someone's got to touch my cock," Brendon says sadly. "I thought that was the point of group sex. There's always someone there to touch your cock."

"That was beautiful," Jon says, hauling himself up heavily from Spencer's thigh. "You should put that in a song."

"You can touch your own cock in the shower," Ryan says, shifting down into the pillows and pulling Spencer closer. "I'm napping."

"We're napping," Spencer adds around a yawn. "Have fun with your cock."

"Your mom has fun with my cock," Brendon grumbles, kissing Spencer's cheek before he rolls out of the bed.

"Dude," Jon says solemnly. "Dude, too far. And I was just about to offer to blow you in the shower, too."

Spencer snorts against Ryan's chest at the distraught noise Brendon makes, cuddling closer.

"See?" She says, her fingers tapping idle beats against his ribs. "That wasn't so bad, right?"

"It was okay," Ryan says, but Spencer can hear the smile in his voice. She leans over and bites lightly at his nipple, laughing when he yelps.

"Admit it," she says. "I always have awesome ideas."

"Not always," he says, tangling his fingers in her hair. "Lest we forget that time you accidentally blew up the lawnmower."

"That was partially your fault," Spencer says, "but fine, I'll amend my statement. I always have awesome ideas when it comes to filthy sex."

"Seconded!" Brendon calls from the bathroom.

"Motion carried!" Jon adds right before the shower spray drowns him out.

"Whatever," Ryan mumbles. "I'm too tired to argue. You can have this one."

"Excellent," Spencer says with a smile, reaching up to kiss him lightly.

Pull Me In Tighter, Panic GSF (girl!Spencer), NC-17, part 1

allfourinches — Tue, 19 Jan 2010 21:44:47 GMT

Title: Pull Me In Tighter
Authors: fallintosilence and boweryd
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Panic GSF (girl!Spencer)
Word Count: 12,800+
Summary: "I was thinking," Spencer says, digging her elbow into Jon's side so he'll scoot over and make room on the bench, "that tonight you should all fuck me."
Warnings: Barebacking, felching, gangbangs, lots of come.
Author Notes: Written for the kink bingo prompt "gangbang." Thanks to untappedbeauty for once again patiently explaining to boweryd that periods exist and can be used in place of commas sometimes. Yet another title from Rilo Kiley for yet another girl!Spencer fic, and at first that was accidental but now we've decided we might as well go with it.

"I was thinking," Spencer says, digging her elbow into Jon's side so he'll scoot over and make room on the bench, "that tonight you should all fuck me."

Jon kind of blinks at her, Brendon lifts his head from his bowl and says, "Awesome!" and Ryan drops a mug of coffee on the bus floor.

"What," he says, hopping around, shaking hot coffee off of his bare feet, "the fuck, Spence."

"That was pretty straightforward, Ryan," Spencer says with a smirk.

"Straightforward and awesome," Brendon says, still staring at Spencer with wide eyes.

"Like... at once?" Jon asks, rubbing at his eyes blearily. "Because hot, yeah, but I call not being on bottom because last time everyone elbowed me."

"I call anal," Brendon says. "Payback."

"You can't call anal, Brendon, what the fuck?" Spencer snaps. "Besides, there is no anal! That's not what I meant."

"There is no anal," Ryan says, squirming around and trying to find an angle that will let him stick his foot under the kitchen sink. "There is no anal because this is not happening, what the fuck."

"Dude," Jon says. "Dude. Please do not put your foot in the sink. That is a communal sink. I wash things there."

"You're being oddly puritanical about communal areas for someone who just agreed to gangbang my girlfriend," Ryan snipes.

"That's sweet, and really, really fucking dumb," Spencer says, hauling herself off the bench and over to the sink to wet a rag for Ryan's foot. "I don't think you get to call girlfriend rules when we've all been fucking each other for a year."

"You were my girlfriend first," Ryan says petulantly as Spencer pats at his foot with the dishrag.

"I got to first base with her first," Brendon says. "Just pointing that out."

"I have a beard," Jon says. It's possible he's still a little drunk from last night.

"It's a good beard, Jon," Brendon says, reaching across the tiny table and patting Jon's shoulder.

Spencer grins at them, feeling stupidly fond, and Ryan manages to last all of seventeen seconds before he opens his mouth and effectively kills her buzz.

"Spencer," he says, pulling his foot down from the counter and putting on the voice he uses when he tries to pull the I am older and oh so much wiser than you! card. "It's just kind of-- skeezy, don't you think? I know we have an uneven ratio here, but you don't have to do that. No one expects that of you."

"Thanks, sweetie," Spencer says, bending down to pick up the broken glass and trying her very, very best not to roll her eyes at Ryan. He thinks he's being sincere, is the thing. He's actually being a condescending ass, and all, but he thinks he's being sincere, and there's no need to be rude. "But I read Our Bodies, Ourselves just like you did. In fact, you stole my copy, and don't think I didn't know, because I knew." Ryan flinches when she reaches across him and drops the broken pieces of mug in the sink, the tips of his ears flushing. Fucking busted.

"Dude," Brendon snorts. "Seriously? Were you confused about your cycle?"

"Shut up, Brendon," Spencer snaps in near unison with Ryan.

"It's creepy when you do that," Jon says into his bowl of cereal. "Like those weird twins in The Shining."

"You know what?" Spencer snaps. "Never mind. Never mind that it's my fucking vagina and I can do what I want with it, and never mind that you," she says, whirling on Ryan, "are being a huge fucking hypocrite. Did we or did we not all fuck Brendon like three weeks ago?"

"You did," Brendon pipes up meekly. "I was there."

"That was awesome," Jon says.

"Yeah, it was," Spencer replies. "It was awesome because we're all, on paper at least, mature adults in a committed relationship, and when Brendon trusted us enough to ask us to run a fucking train on him, what did we do? We did it! And we didn't discuss it to death, and we didn't coddle him, we just fucked him. Why is it different when I ask?"

"We can't knock Brendon up," Ryan mumbles in the general direction of the floor.

"Oh, don't even," Spencer snaps. "Don't even start with that shit. Has anyone knocked me up yet? No, they have not, because I'm not an idiot and I know how to use birth control. For fuck's sake, Ryan, we had this discussion months ago when we stopped using condoms in the first place."

Ryan's looking down at his hands now, picking at his thumb, which means he knows Spencer's right but doesn't want to admit it. She even gives him a second, breathing heavily as her excess rage drains off, but he just stands there, like a fucking idiot with a scalded foot. "Fine," she says. "Fine then. Tonight, I'm going to be in my room, naked, and anyone who wants to sack the fuck up and do something about that can feel free."

Spencer's mostly pissed, but she can feel the embarrassment underneath it, and she feels the sudden need to be as far away from the rest of them as possible. Which, sadly, because it's a fucking bus, means she'll be about 40 feet away, but still. "For the record," she says, grabbing the Pop-Tart Brendon holds out to her with a shaky smile before turning back to Ryan, "I was going to let you go first. And last."

"Dude," she hears Brendon say as she stalks away.

"Seriously," Jon adds. "Dude, burn."

-

It's fucking hot on the bus. Ryan had cranked the heat up to 80 in a fit of rage over the existence of snow two days ago, and it's been stuck there ever since. It's just one more way that Ryan has found to ruin her life, and Spencer lets herself pout, just a little, in the dark of her bunk. She's being stupid and petty; it's even hotter in her bunk with the curtain drawn shut, but Spencer is pissed and she's secluding herself on principle, no matter how badly she wants to go crack open one of the windows in the back lounge instead. She sighs, kicking off her shorts and reaching under her pillow for her iPod. Spencer gives fleeting thought to reading a book or a magazine, something even kind of productive, but she's too restless, she can't stop thinking about it and feeling like an idiot. A warm, bored, and still-a-little-bit-horny idiot.

Which, good job, because now that she's thinking about it she can't stop, and it's certainly not helping the heat or the restlessness churning in her stomach. Spencer rolls her eyes at herself and scrolls through her artists listlessly before giving up and putting her iPod on shuffle.

Spencer leans back into the pillows and folds her knees up, closing her eyes and pretending she isn't freaking out about this whole thing. Then she hears the opening beats of the song her iPod picked out for her.

"Oh, you've got be fucking kidding me," Spencer groans, turning her iPod off just before Trent Reznor can sing you let me violate you. Of course that's what she needs right now. A song about fucking. Spencer chooses to ignore the fact that she's the one who put it on her iPod in the first place.

"Knock knock," Brendon says softly right outside her bunk a few seconds later, and Spencer officially gives up. She pulls the curtain back, opening her mouth to tell him to fuck off or to go tell Ryan to fuck off, but then he's crawling inside, raising a knee up to get into her bunk in one jump. She both loves and hates how good he's gotten at that.

"I didn't say come in, jerkface," she huffs, grunting a little as she scoots over to press herself against the wall.

"You can't resist me," Brendon says, snaking an arm around her waist.

"You're testing that theory," Spencer says, squirming when he rubs his nose against her neck. "It's too hot for this."

"You're too hot for this," Brendon says, fingers stroking under the edge of her boyshorts.

"You're such an idiot," Spencer says fondly, already feeling a little better. The slow circles Brendon's rubbing over her hipbones aren't exactly helping the whole horny issue, though, and Spencer has to make a conscious effort not to shift her hips up into the touch.

"You okay?" Brendon asks after a minute, lifting his head up from her shoulder and propping himself up on an elbow. "Ross is just being a dick. You know how he gets about you."

"Doesn't make it okay," Spencer says, sounding as petulant as she feels. "You don't see me getting pissed every time you three are throwing blowjobs around all willy nilly while I'm asleep."

"Well, you're really mean when we try to wake you up for sex," Brendon says.

"That's because I'm a normal person who doesn't like waking up to your dick in my face."

Brendon just smiles at her, though, and Spencer can't resist smiling back when he reaches forward to flick her nose. "Fair enough. Hey, you know there's nothing wrong with what you asked, right? You were right, I asked for it too, and-- it's okay. Jon's talking to Ryan."

Spencer snorts. "So they're both passed out watching tv in the back. Good to know."

"It feels even better than you think," Brendon says in a quieter tone, ignoring her, and Spencer's cheeks start to go pink. Great, just what she needs in her already stuffy bunk.

Brendon leans his head onto her shoulder again, so his lips brush over her neck when he talks, his warm breath tickling her ear. It's completely intentional on his part, and she should push him away and go back to her totally productive sulking, but fuck, she's only human. And so, so horny.

"How much better?"

"Eleven," Brendon answers immediately, waggling his eyebrows, and Spencer honest-to-god giggles. Seriously, fuck her life.

"Okay, but really, it's like... it's like not having control, getting fucked again and again, and then when you come and they keep fucking you, everything feels like too much but in a good way, a full way. It's. Hard to explain? But Spence, trust me, it is so hot."

Spencer's face is burning red and she really, really wishes Brendon would trail his hand down between her thighs right about now. "I believe you."

"It's not like you weren't turned on, too," Brendon says, pressing his grinning mouth under her ear and trailing kisses down her jaw. Spencer squirms, wiggles a little, but Brendon's hand stays flat and heavy on her belly, and Spencer wants to kill him, just a little. "I remember how wet you were, after you fucked me. It was almost too much, Jon fucking me while you held my head down."

Spencer feels herself flush at the memory, and she's almost unbearably hot right now. The bunk is stifling and they're both sweaty, but Brendon slides his hand down anyway, fingers dipping under the waistband of her underwear. "It was a good night," he says, biting at the hinge of her jaw. "Is that what made you want it?"

Spencer nods and squeezes her eyes shut before Brendon can get a good look at her, because she's okay with wanting this, and she's okay with why she wants it, but knowing it and talking about it are two very different things.

"Use your words," Brendon says, his voice low and rough in Spencer's ear as his fingers slide lower, slipping between her legs to brush over her clit. "Jesus," he says, "you're so wet. Come on, tell me."

"Brendon," Spencer whines, and Brendon presses his fingers down harder over her clit, rubbing slow circles, making a different, better kind of heat pool low in Spencer's stomach.

"Spence," Brendon breathes against her ear, and Spencer swallows. She has to stop herself from blurting it out, but her cheeks are still burning when she talks, cutting herself off with a gasp when Brendon presses just above her clit before sliding his fingers down lower.

"Just-- just watching you. Watching the three of you. When Ryan-- when he came, Brendon, inside, and he kept fucking you, fucking it into you, and." Spencer pauses, arching her hips up with Brendon's fingers, trying to spread her legs, but Brendon doesn't stop touching her or stop breathing hard in her ear.

"Fuck, Brendon, I could see it, see it dripping out and sliding down his cock. I want that. I wanted to come inside you, I want all of you to come inside me. I want to feel it, fuck." Spencer gasps and her hips jerk forward, angling herself under Brendon's fingers until he's rubbing over the right spot, rubbing where she thinks she'll be able to come if he stays there and doesn't stop.

"Brendon," Spencer whines again, feeling the sweat slide down the backs of her knees, and Brendon presses in closer to her, his cock hard against her hip.

"We could do that for you, Spence. Take turns fucking you and coming inside you. Is that what you want? You want us all inside you like that?" His hips are rocking forward a little in time with her impatient squirming, but she can't even blame him at this point, she's so wet and so close, just as long as he doesn't stop rubbing hard at her clit.

"Please, please," Spencer moans, head thrown back on the pillow as Brendon mouths at her neck. "Brendon, I'm close, I'm gonna--"

"Yeah, come on," Brendon says, trailing his teeth over her collarbone. "Come for me, Spence," and Spencer whines and pushes her hips up against his fingers, gasping out as she tenses up and comes, body rocking forward to ride it out.

"Fuck," Brendon says into her throat, his fingers slowly stroking over her as she comes down until she starts to squirm away from the touch.

"Hey," Brendon says into her neck, after Spencer's done trembling, and Spencer lets out a shaky breath.

"Wait a second, let me--" Spencer finally does what she wanted to do the whole time and shoves her boyshorts down to her knees, reaching between her own legs to get her fingers slick before sliding them inside of Brendon's boxers, circling a hand around his cock.

"Oh god, you're seriously the best," Brendon groans, jerking his hips up with her hand, and Spencer laughs hoarsely as she starts to jerk him off. He's mouthing at her neck again and Spencer uses her free hand to grab his where it's resting on her belly, his fingers still wet from touching her. Brendon makes a noise but doesn't say anything, and Spencer slides Brendon's fingers past her lips, tasting herself.

Spencer starts to suck his fingers in past her lips, and Brendon full-on whimpers, his cock throbbing in her hand as she licks around his fingers and cleans him up, then focuses on sucking harder, jerking him faster, listening as his breaths get shorter.

Spencer hums around his fingers, sucks them back in hard, and then Brendon's tensing up and coming over her fist, biting at the place where her neck meets her shoulder until she finally lets his fingers free from her mouth and slides her hand out of his shorts.

"Well," Brendon says after a moment of panting against her neck. "Now that that's settled."

"Oh, shut up," Spencer laughs, smacking her wet hand out and hitting Brendon square in the chest.

"Oh, come on," he says. "Dude, this was a clean shirt."

-

By the time they reach the venue, Spencer's still kind of pissed, and she's still very resolutely not speaking to Ryan, but Jon drops a kiss on her neck as they're leaving the bus and Brendon keeps looking at them and waggling his eyebrows exaggeratedly, and it's fine. It's good. It's not exactly what she wanted, but if Ryan wants to be an asshole, she can live with that.

Spencer keeps telling herself that all through setup, and rehearsal, and catering, and the brief meet and greet they do before they head to the green room to get ready. She almost believes it right up until Ryan approaches her nervously, chewing at his lip, holding out the eyeliner, and fuck. It's not fine.

"C'mon, Spence," he says plaintively when she doesn't acknowledge his presence. "You can do it yourself if you want, but last time you poked yourself in the eye, and I kind of like your eyes."

"I kind of hate your face," she snaps, and immediately regrets it when Ryan flinches. "Just-- come on," she says, tilting her face up to him and closing her eyes. She stays very, very still the entire time, overly aware of Ryan's hand, gentle where it's cupping her jaw, his breath against her face. It's not fine, and she licks her lips nervously when he draws back, opens her eyes and then her mouth to say something, anything, but then Zack's throwing open the door.

"Ten minutes. Is it safe to open my eyes?"

"I'm naked right now," Brendon replies from the couch, where he's sitting fully dressed and currently thumb wrestling with Jon. "Jon too. We're both naked and doing sexy, sexy things to each other."

"I fucking hate you, Urie," Zack grouses, dropping his hand from his eyes cautiously.

"You almost ready?" Zack asks Spencer, his tone a little warmer, and she nods and stands up without looking at Ryan, resisting the urge to see his expression, to try and read what he's thinking.

"I'm gonna go fix my hair," Spencer says quickly, stiffly, and she's locking herself in the bathroom before Ryan even has a chance to open his mouth.

Spencer is maybe freaking out a little again. And it is not fine.

-

Spencer fucking kills it. She's on, ignoring all the stupid feelings twisting around in her gut in favor of beating the shit out of her drums, and Brendon follows her lead, throws himself into things with even more fervor than usual. The crowd eats it up; the energy is insane and Spencer can mostly ignore Ryan when he turns to play at her, when he tries to catch her eye during the drum line. She stares out at the crowd instead, stares up at the blinding lights and spends the rest of the show with her eyes closed and her heart pounding, her hair sticking to her neck and forehead in sweaty tendrils. She loses herself in the music, keeps her eyes squeezed shut and her arms moving frantically right until they're leaving the stage and Ryan's calling her name, bringing her back to reality and bringing back the unsettled feeling in her stomach.

"Spence," he says, shouting to be heard over the roar of the crowd. "Come on, just--" his fingers brush the inside of her wrist and she shivers a little as she pulls away, darts in front of Brendon and behind Zack.

"I require assistance!" she yells before launching herself at Zack's back.

"Son of a bitch, Smith," Zack grunts as he hooks his hands under her knees. "One of these days I'm going to drop you like I dropped Brendon, and I'm not even going to feel sorry. I'm going to laugh."

"No you won't," Spencer says, squeezing her arms around his neck. "You'll feel terrible and you'll buy me a get well soon balloon. Maybe even a teddy bear!"

"He didn't buy me shit," Brendon grumps behind them.

"I'm prettier than you," Spencer replies.

"Only by a little bit, though," Brendon says.

-

Spencer arm wrestles Brendon for first shower and wins, turning the water on a little too hot as she scrubs her hands through her hair and tries to forget about Ryan, forget about how obvious she's been about ignoring him. She calls shotgun in the van on the way to the hotel and sits up front by herself, nervously chewing at the strings of her hoodie and trying to look as closed-off as possible.

It's fucking immature, and it doesn't make Spencer feel any better, but she just can't bring herself to face Ryan right now. She practically assaults Zack for her keycards at the front desk, and she slips the extra into Jon's back pocket on her way to the elevators.

The hotel is nicer than most of the ones they stay at, and the bed in Spencer's room looks soft and inviting, the comforter fluffy and white. She's tempted, but Spencer skips the bed in favor of dumping her stuff in the bathroom, because the tub is seriously roomy and the lure of a warm bath is just too good to resist.

Spencer fills the tub and steps out of her clothes, the cold air in the room giving her goosebumps. She shivers a little as she steps into the hot water and lets out a sigh as she sits back, closing her eyes for a minute. The water feels fucking amazing, working out the knots in her back as she sinks lower in the tub. Spencer's warm and loose and relaxed, and she mostly just wants to fall asleep right there in the tub. Maybe, Spencer thinks, she should just call everything off. She can climb into the big, fluffy bed by herself and stretch out as far as she can and sleep until Zack starts pounding on the door because she ignored the wakeup call.

Brendon and Jon will understand. They'll totally understand, and Ryan clearly doesn't give a shit, so what does she have to lose? A few orgasms. That's all. A few awesome, awesome orgasms and maybe a backrub before bed, and probably some morning head from Jon, and is she fucking insane? No way she's wasting a hotel night just because Ryan's being a selfish idiot.

Spencer leans over the edge of the tub to dig out a razor and shaving cream from her overnight bag, giving her something to do so she doesn't give in to the slow building urge to get herself off (as awesome as that would be, Spencer has other plans for the orgasms she'll be having tonight, thank you very much). The boys never give her shit for her hairy legs or underarms, at least not since that time Spencer beat Ryan's ass in high school, and she very rarely has time to shave anything else, but Spencer likes doing this when she has the opportunity. It's methodical and weirdly soothing, getting her legs foamy and then dragging the razor over them, rinsing it off in the tub. Besides, Spencer also has no qualms admitting she has amazing legs and she likes using them to her advantage every now and then.

Spencer's running her hands up and down her legs to check for prickly spots when she hears the sound of her hotel door clicking heavily shut. She reluctantly gets up, draining the tub and rinsing off in the shower before she grabs a towel off the rack and steps out of the tub. She can deal with the cold shock of air because she's about to have sex and it's going to be awesome. Even if it could be more awesome if only Ryan weren't such a stupid, stubborn-- sitting on her bed asshole.

"Hey," he says, waving at her like she hasn't spent the past eight hours specifically ignoring him.

"What are you doing here?" she says, clutching at her towel like he hasn't seen her naked more times than she can count.

"Sitting on your bed," Ryan says, matter of fact.

"Just get out," Spencer snaps. "Some of us have plans. Sexy plans that you could have been in on if you had just--"

"So, I'm sorry I was kind of a dick," Ryan says suddenly, talking over her.

"Huh?" Spencer replies kind of stupidly.

"I'm sorry I was a dick," he repeats, standing up slowly and taking hesitant steps toward her. "You were right, I was being a hypocrite."

"A jealous, possessive, idiotic hypocrite," Spencer mumbles.

Ryan reaches out, taking Spencer's hand, and though the urge to punch him is still there, Spencer lets him.

"I'm really sorry, Spencer. I can't help how much I love you."

"Keep going," Spencer says as Ryan takes her other hand, stepping closer.

"You're the best thing in my life, and I'm sorry for being so stupid around you," Ryan adds, and Spencer lets her lips curl up in a smile.

"Keep going," she repeats, her voice softer. Ryan's hands are now on her waist, his face leaning in dangerously close to hers. He smells like the stupid girly bodywash he uses, and his hands are solid where he's touching her, warm even through the towel. It's possible Spencer is a little stupid around Ryan, too.

"I promise I won't be an asshole anymore when you want to get laid," Ryan finishes, his lips brushing lightly over hers, and Spencer gives in and throws her arms around his neck, ignoring it when her towel starts to slide down.

"See? Everyone wins," Spencer says with a smile, and Ryan's eyes dart down to her lips once before he kisses her hard on the mouth, pulling her closer. Spencer kisses back just as hard and maybe moans a little, because fuck it, she's missed this. Ryan probably will be an asshole at some point in the future - he always is - but for now his mouth feels good moving over hers, and Spencer wants to be having sex five minutes ago.

"You," she says into Ryan's mouth, "should go get Jon and Brendon. Like. Now."

"Or," Ryan replies, sliding his hand down her damp back to stroke at her ass, "we could have sex right now."

"You're pushing it," Spencer says, shifting closer to Ryan's body and deliberately grinding against his cock. "Don't make me kick you out again."

"Fuck," Ryan hisses, his hips pressing forward against the friction. "Fuck, yeah, okay, I'm going to go get Jon and Brendon. You just stay... right here," Ryan says into her neck, his mouth moving over her skin.

"You're not actually leaving, you know," Spencer points out after a minute when Ryan's still mouthing at her neck and shifting his hips restlessly against her.

"Fine," Ryan groans, pulling back reluctantly. "But I still get to go first, right?"

"Yes, asshole," Spencer grins, pulling her towel off and snapping it out to hit Ryan's ass he turns toward the door. Ryan gives her the finger and leaves without looking back, leaving Spencer jittery with excitement and nerves. Which is more than a little stupid. It's not like this is exactly new; they've all had sex before, sure, but never with her as the focus like this. It's scary, and more than a little thrilling, and Spencer shakes her head a little to snap herself out of it, busying her hands with pulling her damp hair into a ponytail.

Spencer leaves her towel on the floor and takes one look at the bed before reaching out and pulling the comforter off. They won't be needing that, or the sheet underneath, until much later, and the less damage to the bed Spencer has to sleep in later, the better. Once the bed is stripped, Spencer feels a little ridiculous, standing there naked and shivering, so she shrugs and crawls onto the bed. She lets her knees fall open and risks sneaking a hand down to touch at her clit, her fingers coming back wet. She's already more than a little turned on, and if Ryan and Jon and Brendon want to take their damn time walking down the hall, then fine. Spencer is perfectly happy starting by herself.

Spencer spreads her legs a little wider and leans back into the pillows, rubbing three fingers slowly over her clit and humming to herself as her stomach twists, hot and impatient. She's been waiting for this a long time, and she still can't quite believe she's actually getting it. Waiting a few more minutes shouldn't be hard, but Spencer has never been the most patient person, and technically this is all Ryan's fault anyway. He's the one who had to cause stupid, time-wasting drama, and Spencer doesn't feel even a little bit guilty when she slides her wet fingers down, slipping two inside. She clenches down around her fingers and it's good, but it's not enough. She thinks idly about Ryan, about how much better it would be if he were here, stretching her, opening her up, and her hips jerk forward involuntarily at the thought, pressing her clit against the heel of her palm. Spencer groans in frustration and is seriously considering throwing her door open and stalking naked down the hall to Jon and Brendon's room when she hears the buzz of the lock as the door drags open heavily.

"Well," Brendon says, "Hello." Spencer's about to tell him to shut up and demand that someone fuck her, but then her legs are being pushed apart even further, and when she forces her eyes open she's met with Brendon's grinning face between her thighs for a split second before he leans down and licks over her fingers, sliding his tongue in between them.

"Hello to you too," Spencer gasps, her hips rising up against Brendon's face.

"Hey," Jon says, climbing onto the bed beside her. "Brendon's kind of a show off," he mutters as he slides his lips up her neck, trailing kisses over her jaw. "That's gonna be hard to beat."

"Oh, I don't know," Spencer replies, tilting her head to the side so Jon can nose at her neck and nip at her collarbone. "You're doing okay."

"But not as good as me," Brendon says, fingers gripping her thigh and tongue flicking over her clit. Jon kisses up the side of Spencer's neck, up to the sensitive spot right behind her ear, and Spencer loves feeling overwhelmed like this, her body trying to deal with all the sensations at once.

"You're already so wet, Spence," Brendon says from between her legs, his tongue pressing lower, and Spencer's hips jerk forward again, chasing the pressure. Brendon lifts his head up, too soon, and Spencer makes an unhappy noise, reaching out to grab at his hair and pull his head back, but he's too quick for her, the little fucker.

"You're really just going to sit here scowling?" Brendon says as he turns to face Ryan, who hasn't moved from the corner of the bed.

Ryan opens his mouth, starts to say, "I'm not scowl--" but Brendon covers Ryan's lips with his own, cutting Ryan off. Jon's still kissing her neck, but Spencer forces herself to keep her eyes open, watching Brendon open his mouth and slide his tongue past Ryan's lips, letting him taste. Spencer maybe whines, but she so cannot be blamed at this point.

"Is anyone going to fuck me?" Spencer finally asks, her voice a little rough, and Jon shifts behind her, pulling her between his spread legs and letting his fingers skim down her stomach. She can feel his cock pressing into her back and she grinds back a little, smiling when he groans. She has definitely been waiting long enough.

"We're getting there," he whispers into her ear, his breath hot, and Spencer moans appreciatively as he slides two fingers into her. His fingers are thicker than her own and he presses up, familiar with what Spencer likes best, and it's all she can do to squeeze around his fingers as her hips twitch forward, trying to take them deeper.

"Hey, you should tell them, Spencer," Brendon says, licking his lips as he pulls away from Ryan. "Tell them what you told me. How you want it."

"Brendon," Spencer groans, bucking up against Jon's hand. "I can't--"

"How?" Ryan asks, his voice already low and gruff. "How do you want it?" Spencer blinks up at him, he's staring at her over Brendon's shoulder with dark, heavy eyes that make her stomach twist up even tighter with the rhythm of Jon's fingers.

"You," Spencer says, her breath catching a little because Jon hasn't stopped moving his fingers. "You, then Brendon, then Jon, and then-- you again. Fucking me, and coming inside me. I want all of you to come inside me, and I want Ryan to fuck it out of me," Spencer finishes, her face hot and her chest a little tight. When she risks looking at Ryan's face, he's still staring at her, his eyes a little wide, and she hates that she can't read his mind right now.

Ryan asks, "Are you sure?" as Brendon settles back down between Spencer's spread thighs, and she's already nodding before she answers.

"I could not be any surer," Spencer moans, mentally congratulating herself on forming words as she tilts her head back onto Jon's shoulder, Brendon starting to suck at her clit. It's almost too much, Jon's fingers pressing up and Brendon's lips over her clit, and Spencer grabs at Jon's forearm and whines. She thinks about asking them to stop, but the pressure low in her stomach is building and building and it's so good, and Spencer doesn't want to stop.

"Come on," Jon says into her ear, and that, that's not fair. Spencer is fucking gone, gasping out, her hips straining forward as Brendon keeps sucking and she comes around Jon's fingers, her muscles clenching down hard. Jon kisses at her neck and she waits until the spasms have stopped, sensitivity settling in, before she tugs at Brendon's hair, his mouth too much on her swollen clit.

"Shit," Jon says, reaching around Spencer to grab at Brendon's arm. "Brendon, your mouth," and then he's tugging Brendon up, kissing him wetly over Spencer's shoulder. Spencer turns and absently bites at Brendon's shoulder, breathing into his skin as she comes down.

"Spencer," Ryan says, harsh and sudden. Spencer lifts her head from Brendon's shoulder and looks down the bed to see Ryan, standing naked and hard, staring at her in a way that makes her squirm, makes her cunt start throbbing all over again.

"Yeah," she says, her voice coming out a little raw. "Yeah, come on, please."

Ryan groans and flings himself awkwardly onto the bed, kissing her hard and deep as soon as he can reach her mouth.

"Okay, oww," Brendon says. "Your fucking elbows, Ross."

"He's surprisingly heavy, too," Jon adds from beneath them. "I thought I asked you guys to not make me be on bottom again."

"Oh my god, shut up," Spencer says, tearing her mouth away from Ryan. "Brendon, just take your clothes off. And stop pretending like you don't like the tease, Jon," she adds as an afterthought.

"It's true," Ryan says, stretching up to bite at Jon's jaw. "You do like the waiting part."

"And I like the fucking part, so come on," Spencer says, arching up under Ryan's body, her cunt dragging wetly across his thigh.

Ryan lets out a low, rough noise and shifts over her, settling between Spencer's spread legs. He grins down at her and guides his cock forward, running the head of it up and down her cunt, spreading wetness.

"Stop being such a fucking tease," she bites out, trying desperately to keep her hips still. She's still sensitive and twitchy from her orgasm, but now Jon's fingers are gone and she misses having something inside to clench around.

"What's the magic word?" Ryan asks, pressing forward just the slightest bit, just enough to tease.

"Now," Spencer snaps, hooking her heel behind his knee and pulling him forward.

"Fuck," Ryan hisses as his cock slides across her. "That's cheating."

"And that's teasing," Spencer replies, shifting her hips until the very tip of Ryan's cock is pressing against her and rocking upward.

"Fuck, fine, you win," Ryan groans, slamming his hips forward and sinking inside in one long, smooth thrust.

Spencer gasps, clutching at Ryan's shoulders. "Asshole," she pants. "Fuck." There's still a stretch, going from Jon's fingers to Ryan's cock, but the slight discomfort is worth feeling so full when Ryan's pressed in deep, taking a few shaky breaths before he pulls out and eases back in, thrusting slowly. As much as she hates to admit it, the teasing is totally worth it-- worth the way Ryan's cock sinks inside as she tightens around him, though the slide is still easy with how wet Spencer is.

"See, that wasn't so hard," Spencer breathes out, smiling up at Ryan's flushed face, and somewhere next to her, Brendon chokes out a laugh.

"Hah, hard," Brendon says, and Spencer wants to retort, but Ryan's snapping his hips forward now, leaning down until his forehead is touching hers. Her eyes flicker up to meet his, and he's staring right at her, dark and a little scary-intense, not glazed over like Spencer's used to seeing from him mid-sex. Spencer swallows, tilting her head back against Jon's shoulder, swallowing a gasp when Ryan thrusts forward as deep as he can and stays there, hips between her spread thighs.

"Spencer," Ryan says, his voice little more than a growl, and it just makes Spencer's stomach twist hotly, knowing that she's the one doing that to him. "Look at me."

Spencer's eyes fly open, her head tilting up to meet his gaze. Somewhere in the back of her mind it registers that he's being a possessive asshole, but with her eyes on his, he snaps his hips forward hard, keeping his thrusts deep, and then it's not teasing at all, it's just what Spencer's wanted. Ryan can go fuck himself if he thinks Brendon and Jon aren't getting turns, but right now it feels too good, the hard rhythm and his eyes focused on her the whole time. She's distantly aware of Jon's hands stroking her sides, the wet noises of Brendon kissing him, but she can't concentrate on anything but Ryan. She knows she's playing into his bullshit but she doesn't really care right now.

It's always intense when Ryan fucks her, but right now it's overwhelming. He's focused on her in a way he usually isn't, their eyes locked while he thrusts in deep and pulls out slowly, dragging inside of her, and Spencer cries out when one of Jon's hands go for her clit. "No," she gasps out, slapping his hand away. "Too much, not right now." Jon rubs soothingly at her hip when he pulls back and settles one hand low on her belly, a warm, heavy pressure that makes everything feel even more intense.

She's so full, stretched around Ryan's cock, and it's almost too much with Jon pressing down on her stomach. She clenches around Ryan's cock, trying to still him, keep him deep for a minute so she can catch her breath, but he just groans and drops his head to her shoulder, setting his teeth into the skin over her collarbone and picking up his rhythm, thrusting into her even faster. Spencer tilts her head to the side and catches Brendon watching them, his hand moving slowly over his cock, already hard in his fist. That makes her smile, breathing out, "Hey, save some for me."

"Like I'm gonna miss out on that," he says with a smile, reaching out to push her sweaty hair back off of her forehead. "Who am I, Ross?"

Jon snorts out a laugh and Ryan groans something vaguely threatening into her shoulder, but he's too close to really commit, she can tell. He's speeding up, his hips slamming into the back of her thighs so fast it's jarring her back against Jon's body. She hitches her legs higher, tightens them around Ryan's waist, and all of a sudden he's thrusting even deeper inside, making her whine out helplessly. "Shit," she gasps, digging her heels into the back of thighs. "Ryan," she moans, and she doesn't know exactly what she's asking because she can't seem to bring herself to form thoughts right now.

"Yeah, Spence, fuck," Ryan answers anyway, panting, and suddenly his thrusts get wild, losing any rhythm he might have had. Spencer leans back into Jon and braces herself as Ryan comes, dropping his head to bite her shoulder while she tries to focus on the sudden slickness as he comes deep inside her, his hips twitching.

"You okay?" Jon's voice rumbles next to her ear, his hands still petting at her hip and stomach, and Spencer just groans. Ryan's mouth is still open over her shoulder and she's still trying to remember how to form words, much less give a progress report. "Well, I'm doing great," Jon says. "But I would like to take my pants off before my dick has permanent zipper marks."

Spencer laughs weakly and pushes halfheartedly at Ryan's shoulder. "I can't move until he does," she says, proud of herself when it comes out sounding more or less intelligible. Ryan groans and shifts, and Spencer moans out and clenches down on him when he starts to pull out.

"Fuck, Spencer," he gasps out.

"Sorry," she says, but she's not. She feels empty and open now, and she blushes a little when her hand twitches out toward her thigh. She looks up to find Brendon smirking at her knowingly, and he moves off the bed and reaches for her arms, helping her settle back against the pillows once Jon slides out from behind her.

Continued.

I Wish You Could See It From Over There, Ryan/girl!Spencer, NC-17

allfourinches — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 20:41:41 GMT

Title: I Wish You Could See It From Over There
Authors: fallintosilence and boweryd
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/girl!Spencer
Word Count: 5,600+
Summary: "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.
Warnings: Both characters are under the age of 18, but everyone's legal.
Author Notes: Written for the kink bingo prompt "exhibitionism." Thanks to almostblue for the beta, even if she's still grudgy that we wouldn't title this fic, "Spencer's Vagina: A Love Story." The actual title is from the song "My Slumbering Heart" by Rilo Kiley.

It's not like Spencer gets a ton of chances to do this, is the thing. She was up late writing a paper and everyone else is asleep. Her hair is still damp from her shower and she's all clean and kind of sleepy, and she kicked ass on that paper, okay? It's just a reward, is all. Way easier than trying to sneak downstairs for ice cream.

Spencer slides under the covers and closes her eyes, thinks about nothing at all at first until she hones in on this one video she likes, a guy spreading a girl open and just licking and licking until she comes. Spencer's just teasing with her fingers a little, is just starting to feel the heat pool in her belly as her legs fall open wider, when she feels a gust of air across her belly where her t-shirt has ridden up.

It almost feels good at first, the cool air on her flushed skin, but Spencer eventually starts to shiver and opens her eyes slowly, annoyed in general at her room for distracting her. She was just getting to the good part, too - her fingers had just found that one spot, right next to her clit, where it always feels so good to rub.

She turns her head toward the window, debating on if she should get up and close it, and that's when she sees Ryan standing in front of her bed, just off to the side. He's standing totally still and holding his limbs awkwardly like he'd actually froze halfway through a moment, and it takes Spencer a second to process what she's seeing before she yelps, jerking her hand out of her pants.

She opens her mouth but can't actually seem to get any sound out, staring at Ryan, who's staring right back, his eyes wide. Her face feels way, way too hot and she knows she must be blushing like crazy and Ryan is just standing there, like a great big creepy creep, hardly even looking sheepish about the whole stupid mess.

Spencer swallows hard and closes her eyes for a second, and when she finally manages to speak, she ends up hissing, "What the fuck, Ryan." She doesn't even know if he saw, if he could tell what she was doing, but he's still just staring at her, so, yeah. Probably.

"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.

"Oh my god, get the fuck out of my room," Spencer says, her voice squeaking embarrassingly as she sits up against the pillows as an excuse to close her legs. She's still so wet that she feels awkward and squirmy with it, and she's going to have to wash the damn sheets now that she's touched them with her fingers. But mostly she just wants Ryan to leave so she can finish because her cunt is buzzing in a rather pleasant, insistent way.

"Do I have to?" Ryan asks, and Spencer feels her jaw drop open.

"Yes, you have to, Ryan, what the fuck?" she says, pulling the covers up over her chest for no discernible reason. It's late and Spencer's tired and she just wants to get off, not deal with Ryan and the embarrassment of getting caught.

"It's really cold outside, Spence," Ryan says, and he sounds more than a little pathetic and he is only wearing a t-shirt and basketball shorts and she hates how easily she crumbles. She sighs heavily, and can't even push him off the bed with her toes when he sits down because she's terrified of moving. Like somehow that could make it worse, even though she's totally been caught.

"Maybe I should just--" she trails off awkward, not really sure how to verbalize, 'Go to the bathroom and clean up, you great big interrupting interrupter.'

"Maybe you should finish," Ryan says, his voice carefully even like he's suggesting Spencer pass him the salt. Spencer jerks her head up to look at his face, where his expression is almost painfully unreadable. "I mean, don't stop just because I'm here."

"You're a pervert and I hate you," Spencer groans, grabbing a pillow to throw at Ryan's head. He dodges it and Spencer hates him just a little bit more. "I'm not-- what the hell, Ryan, I'm not doing that. No."

"What?" he asks. "I know you don't want to stop."

"Ryan," she says evenly, "what the actual fuck is wrong with you?"

Ryan grins at her, just fucking grins like he didn't just suggest she get off in front of him, and it distracts Spencer enough that she totally misses when he makes a grab for her ankle, where her feet are poking out from the covers, wrapping his fingers around to the arch of her foot where he knows she's ticklish.

"Oh you asshole," she hisses, trying to choke back giggles. "Ryan, Ryan, stop, shit, we're going to wake my sisters up."

Ryan stops tickling her, but he keeps his fingers wrapped around her ankle, petting over the bone. "Seriously," he says. "You've seen me, remember?"

And, yes. Spencer remembers. Quite clearly, actually, but that is not the fucking point. She can feel herself blushing again, and she snaps, "That's because you're a freak of nature who doesn't stop jacking off when someone walks in on you."

"I didn't stop because it fucking feels good," he says, like it makes perfect sense. "I don't know why you stopped."

"Because I'm not a freak of nature?" Spencer offers, trying not to get distracted by Ryan's cool fingers on her skin. It feels good, the careful touches, but Spencer knows this trick. She's used it on the back of Ryan's neck dozens of nights when he crawled into her bed, unable to sleep. She has a feeling Ryan's motives are less pure this time.

"Speeence." Ryan drags out her name in a whine and Spencer wants to hit him again, but she also doesn't want to lose her other pillow. "Spence, I know you still want to."

"No, you don't. Go away." Spencer jerks her ankle back again when he brushes his fingers over it, watching the way his eyes linger on her legs before he looks up at her.

"Yes, I do, doofus." Spencer has to bite her lip to keep from smiling at the nickname. "You keep squeezing your legs together. I promise I won't be an ass." Ryan looks up at her with big, sincere eyes and Spencer can feel the heat creeping into her face again at the way Ryan stares at her. She knows this trick. She's used this trick, no way can she fall for it now.

Spencer pushes her hair out of her face, squeezing her legs together again and then groaning when she catches herself doing it.

"You're always an ass."

"Please?" Ryan tries, and Spencer has to glance down at the sheets quickly before she meets Ryan's eyes again.

"I'm not taking my clothes off."

"Okay," Ryan says, fingers tracing light circles over the inside of her ankle. "I just want to see you, you know. Finish."

"Creepiest pervert ever," Spencer mumbles, but already just thinking about reaching down between her legs again has her throbbing, still sticky and wet between her thighs.

"Well," Ryan says, skimming his fingers over the arch of her foot, making her twitch.

"Chill out, asshole," Spencer snaps. "I'll start when I want to start."

"Performance anxiety?" Ryan says. "Sucks." He's sitting there, being stupid, staring right at her, and Spencer seriously does not know if she can do this.

"God, I hate you," Spencer groans, but her cunt is still throbbing and Ryan's still stroking up and down her ankle, and she shoves the pillow back under her head and tilts her head back, closing her eyes. There's no way she's going to be able to do this with Ryan just looking at her like that.

Spencer swallows once and very carefully does not think about Ryan sitting there, watching as she slides her hand down her belly and into her pants. It's not that big of a deal, right? It's not like she's naked, it's not like he can see. Spencer can't help thinking that he still knows, though, knows exactly what she's doing. She can feel herself flush just thinking about it, Ryan watching her, knowing how she gets herself off.

Spencer exhales shakily as her fingers sneak down between her legs, where she's still wet and throbbing, her fingers slipping easily over her clit. It takes her a moment to get over the fact that her underwear is long ruined, and then she finds that spot, right next to her clit, rubbing slow circles as her stomach flutters and tightens again. She feels too hot and too exposed, even like this, but she isn't terrified when she opens her eyes to meet Ryan's heavy gaze.

Her fingers pause long enough for Ryan to quickly glance down to her hand and back up to her face again. Spencer closes her eyes, thinks about what he's seeing, how she must look with her hand between her legs like this. She keeps flexing her hand, trying to reach, wanting something inside, but she can't quite get there. Her pajama pants are too tight, stretched taunt over her knuckles and keeping her hand trapped. She shifts and blushes when she whines without meaning to, her face flushing even redder when Ryan's fingers tighten around her ankle at the noise.

"What's wrong?" Ryan asks, and his voice sounds weird, deeper than usual, strained.

"Nothing," Spencer grits out, trying to keep her voice even.

"Liar," Ryan answers. "Your forehead's all wrinkled. You're mad about something."

Fucking Ryan, oh my god. "Shut up," she says decisively. "I mean it. I'm going to take my pants off now and you're going to shut up and not say one word to me, ever. Understood?"

"If I answer, does that count as saying something?" Ryan asks, and he sounds genuinely confused, is the thing, and Spencer hates him.

"Stop talking. No more words," she says, tilting her hips up and sliding her pants down as quickly as she can, avoiding Ryan's eyes. Spencer feels stupidly exposed, even though this isn't really much worse than anything Ryan's seen before, but before she was changing, or they were at the pool, or she was doing anything that involved pantlessness that was not getting off, oh my god.

Ryan shocks her out of her own head by sliding his hands up her legs, yanking the pajama pants all the way off. "There," he says, and he sounds all accomplished.

"A pox on your house, Ross, oh my god," she groans.

"That's not actually the quote, you know," he says casually, his hand sliding up and down from her knee to her ankle.

"Do not correct me while I'm not wearing pants," Spencer says, trying not to shiver. His fingers tickle. "That's a new rule."

"Noted," he says, pressing in behind her knee until she gasps and her legs jerk open. She really should have stopped this whole touching thing as soon as it got started because now he's using it for evil, but it's making her skin buzz, making her thighs tremble a little.

Ryan smiles at her, almost shy, and sort of folds himself up at the end of her bed, which is already pretty tiny, his fingers briefly letting go of her ankles when she lets her legs fall open. Spencer's still blushing, she knows she is, but Ryan is giving her this look like he's trying so hard to be as uncreepy as possible and it's really endearing, and maybe kind of flattering, and Spencer needs to stop fucking thinking about this already or she is never going to go through with this.

She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes as she slides her hand back down into her underwear, rubbing slowly over her clit. She's still wet, but she pulls her hand back out quickly to lick at her fingers, more out of habit than anything. Ryan makes a strangled noise, and he sounds so much like he's choking that Spencer's eyes fly open and then she's just stuck there, staring at Ryan with her legs spread open and her hand halfway inside of her underwear.

"What? What? Are you okay?"

"Spence," Ryan says, touching Spencer's ankle lightly again, and his fingers feel sort of shaky, almost as shaky as her own thighs, and oh. Right. Okay, then.

Spencer's hand moves mostly of its own accord, fingers pressing down hard on her clit in a way that makes her hips twitch up. She feels randomly self-conscious about it but she's always liked to go hard on herself, to rub rough and fast until she comes.

Ryan's hand drops away and he shifts forward, just a bit, fisting his hands in the blankets where they're bunched around Spencer's feet. "Yeah," Ryan says, his voice low and kind of breathy, like maybe he didn't mean to say anything at all.

Spencer's torn between wanting Ryan to shut up forever and to never stop, the hitch in his voice making her stomach feel hot and tingly, making her cheeks flush red. She can't seem to stop her stupid traitor brain from thinking about it, about how Ryan is right there, watching her hand moving obscurely underneath her clothing.

Spencer moves her fingers frantically, rubbing circles all around her clit, sliding quick and slippery across her cunt, and her toes are curling, digging into the blankets, brushing Ryan's knee. She kind of misses Ryan's hands on her, holding her feet down, and before she can stop herself she's just talking, saying, "Hey, um. You can touch, if you want. I mean, my feet. Like before. Is what you can touch."

Spencer's pretty sure her face is about to burst into flames, and if the fire doesn't take them out she's going to have to kill herself and Ryan, is the thing. Murder suicide. It's the only way.

Ryan is mercifully quiet when he brushes his fingers over the top of Spencer's foot on his way to wrap his fingers around her ankle. It's seriously stupid how good it feels when it's just her ankle, little tingles that shoot up her leg and right to her clit, but it feels good to have Ryan touching her. It's starting to feel good to have Ryan watching her.

It's still a little awkward; Spencer knows that her underwear aren't overly sexy, just white and cut high enough that she knows her fingers are sticking out on either side when she spreads them open to push two inside and press her thumb to her clit to rub lightly. The noise Ryan makes, though, high and surprised like he's choked on his own breath, it makes the heat in Spencer's stomach flare, makes her speed her thumb up as it rubs hard circles right over her clit.

She can't seem to keep her eyes open anymore, but it doesn't matter, she can feel the way he's staring at her, hear the cut-off breaths he's letting out, and there is no way he doesn't know what she's doing that right now, no way he can't tell that she's fingering herself.

"Spencer," Ryan says, voice hushed, and Spencer can't bring herself to stop moving her fingers or her thumb, not when it feels this good. Ryan repeats her name and Spencer's breath hitches, her toes curling in and digging into his arm as he keeps his fingers circled around her ankle.

"Do you have any idea how hot you look?" Ryan says after a second, and Spencer's hips twitch up with her hand, her thumb pressing down hard and sliding over her clit.

"Oh god, this is so unfair," Spencer whines, angling her fingers so they'll sink in deeper as she fucks herself faster, wiggling them inside and feeling the way she clenches down hard around them. She can hear the fucking wet noises that her fingers are making, so loud and obscene in the quiet of her room, but Ryan just keeps talking.

"No, I. I mean it. Like, fuck, Spence, if you could see. Your face, and the way your hips keep moving, and--"

"Shut up, I hate you, oh my god," Spencer gasps out, but she can't stop now, it feels too good to clench down around her fingers. Ryan just keeps talking, though, stupid nonsense commentary that only eggs her on, makes her stomach draw up tight and gives her the push she needs to spread her legs a bit wider, twist her fingers in deep and push up until she gasps out and lets her hips raise up off the bed.

"Spencer," Ryan says, his voice low and hot. "Spencer, fuck, you look--"

She wants to cringe, because she can only imagine how she looks. Her legs are spread as far as they'll go while she's arching up off the bed like this, and she can feel cool air ghosting over her cunt where her underwear are stretched out and soaked. She knows Ryan must be able to see something, fuck, he can probably see everything, but she can't stop now, she's too close. Ryan's fingers tighten around her ankle, and he's breathing so loudly she can hear it, just his breath and her breath and the stupid wet noises her fingers are making.

Spencer would be embarrassed, really, she would, but she's so close, and clearly the impending orgasm is taking away her ability to reason, because for some reason knowing that Ryan's watching, that he's listening, only makes it better. She wants him to hear, she thinks frantically, pressing her fingers up and rubbing fast at her clit. She wants him to see, and--

"Spencer," Ryan says. "Spence, hey, hey, hold on."

"Hold on?" Spencer hisses, letting her hips drop down to the bed. "Hold on, Ryan I was about to-- I'm going to murder you."

"That's cool, maybe later," Ryan says. "You should take your underwear off."

"Sure," Spencer says, her fingers starting up again, but then her brain catches up and actually processes Ryan's words, and she freezes. "Ryan, the fuck? No!"

Ryan squeezes her ankle, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, and god, he probably doesn't even realize how much just him watching is doing for Spencer. "Why not? It'll be easier that way."

"That's-- that's not the point, jackass, I'm not getting naked in front of you--"

"Not all the way naked. When you walked in on me--"

"We already established that you're a huge pervert and that doesn't count," Spencer groans, but the more she thinks about sliding her underwear down and spreading her legs, letting her fingers sink in deep, the more appealing it sounds.

"I've pretty much already seen--"

"Not helping your case," Spencer snaps, interrupting Ryan before he can choose any colorful descriptive adjectives. Ryan's just looking at her, like he does when he really, really wants the last pudding cup or slice of pizza and oh god she's comparing her vagina to food and she's never going to live this down, not ever. Spencer tries to squeeze her legs shut, but Ryan's still got a hold of her ankle so she settles for throwing her arm over her face instead.

"You keep pressing up," Ryan says after a moment, and his voice is different this time, lower, less pleading. "And spreading your fingers like you can't move them enough."

"Oh, right, so this is for my benefit then?" Spencer says into the crook of her elbow.

"And also I want to see you half naked," Ryan says, poking at the arch of her foot. It works - she laughs and kicks out at him, and then she moves her arms down and hitches her thumbs in the sides of her underwear before she can think herself out of it.

"Oh," Ryan says, his fingers stilling where they'd been tickling at her foot.

"Don't talk," Spencer says, trying to wiggle free of her underwear without spreading her legs any more than they're already spread.

"Not talking," Ryan says, reaching up and pulling her underwear the rest of the way down her thighs and over her knees. Spencer slides one foot out, but Ryan's not letting go of her ankle, and the underwear just sort of get trapped there, balled up between Ryan's hand and her ankle and she can feel them pressing wetly against her skin, which means Ryan can feel the same thing and--

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Spencer says, her hand tapping nervously on her thigh.

"Remember when I had my dick out?" Ryan says, and he sounds stupid, stupid and choked up and really, really hot and she can feel his eyes on her now, like it's an actual touch sweeping over her body. "Don't stop."

"Right," Spencer says, squeezing her eyes shut. It doesn't really help. She can feel the cool air on her hot skin, chilling her cunt and the insides of her thighs where she's wet, and she can hear Ryan breathing, hear her heart beating. She takes a shaky breath and slides her hand back down between her legs.

It feels different like this, even though it's really not that different, not that much of a bigger deal. It's not even that Ryan's never seen things, they practically live on top of each other and she's caught glances of her own, but never like this. She's never been spread open and naked in front of Ryan, and the thought makes her whine embarrassingly as she slides her fingers back in.

And Ryan was right, it is better, she can get her fingers deeper, press in and rub where she likes it, can arch her hips up and press her swollen clit against the heel of her hand. She drags her fingers out so she can slide a third one in and moans appreciatively at the fullness of it, smiling to herself a little smugly at Ryan's sharp intake of breath. She feels stupid and hot, his heavy gaze making her flush, making her feel like she's even more exposed than she is, but she only hesitates for a second before spreading her legs wide apart again. She braces her feet on the mattress and lifts her hips to rock up with the short, hard thrusts of her fingers, her thumb reaching up to brush over her clit, panting too loudly in the quiet dark of the room. She can feel how wet she is, her hand soaked with it now, her fingers making wet noises the faster she moves them. Spencer feels stretched out, open, like she's on display, and she can only imagine what it looks like to Ryan.

Ryan trails shaky fingers over her ankle, back and forth almost in time with the thrust of her fingers, and Spencer whines, her entire body straining, her hand moving frantically as she pushes her fingers deep inside. She doesn't even care anymore, it doesn't matter how she stupid she looks or how ridiculous she sounds or how intently Ryan's staring, she's so close. Ryan squeezes down on her ankle, starts babbling about how hot she looks again and she only hears half of it, her heartbeat loud in her ears, but she does catch, "Come on, Spence, c'mon," and apparently that's all it takes.

Spencer presses her fingers up hard, harder than she normally would, and suddenly everything is tensing up and then crashing as Spencer comes hard, gasping, her hips arched up off the bed. She rides out the best part of her orgasm and then falls back on the bed, sliding her fingers out carefully to rest her hand on her thigh. She feels boneless, tingly, and she hates herself just a little bit for giggling when Ryan pets weakly at her ankle.

"Spencer," Ryan says, his voice high and tight. "Spencer, fuck, you just--" He's just kind of staring at her, still clutching her underwear and clinging to her ankle and his mouth is hanging open and she's about to start laughing, oh my god.

"Yes," she says, rolling her eyes and trying to quell the hysterical laughter she can feel bubbling up. Her breath is still coming in harsh pants and Ryan is squirming and pressing his forearm to his dick and staring at her. "Yes, I did, and you're ruining my afterglow, you perv, c'mere."

"Huh?" Ryan says stupidly. He's breathing hard and he's flushed and he's just pressing his hand to the front of his basketball shorts now, and Spencer's brain is telling her to rethink this, but Spencer also just came harder than she ever has before and she can see Ryan's dick straining at his shorts, so her brain can just shut right the fuck up.

"I said come here, unless you don't want me to jerk you off."

"Oh my god, yes," Ryan says, scrambling up to the head of the bed and blinking down at Spencer with wide eyes.

Spencer lets herself giggle a little, says, "Take your pants off, Ryan," and then ducks about 19 elbows that Ryan didn't have two seconds ago.

"If you brain me," she says very seriously, "you're jerking yourself off."

Ryan grins at her, goofy and wide, and then bucks up and almost yelps when she wraps her wet hand around him. "Fuck, Spencer!" he says.

"Be quiet," she says, staring at Ryan's dick as it slides through her fist. "If you wake my mom up you're fucked."

"Please do not talk about your mom right now," Ryan gasps out. "Please."

Spencer hums an agreeable noise because she can't stop looking, and she feels kind of bad for getting so annoyed at Ryan for the same thing. Ryan's hips keep bucking forward in sharp, uneven thrusts and he's making these gaspy noises with each breath and she can feel his dick throbbing in her hand. She doesn't know if it's supposed to feel like that, but it's kind of cool, and she's thinking about how awkward it would be to ask when Ryan lets out a harsh, strangled noise and leans down to kiss her.

It's an awkward angle. He's not doing much but pressing his lips to the corner of her mouth, breathing against the skin there, but then his dick jerks and he's coming, hot and wet over her hand. Spencer makes a shocked noise without really meaning to because hey, Ryan just came but also he just kissed her, and they haven't really done that, not for real. They're doing it kind of backwards, sure, but still.

"Oh my god, Spencer," Ryan says softly, his breath hot on Spencer's cheek, and Spencer smiles, feels Ryan's lips brush over the corner of her mouth before she lets go of his dick and makes a small, distressed noise.

"Eww," Spencer says to break the silence, looking up at Ryan's face and shifting underneath him to reach for the towel she'd dropped at the end of her bed after her shower. She can still feel the faint throbbing of her pulse between her legs, but she ignores it as she cleans her hand off and sits up, throwing the towel at Ryan's lap. Ryan doesn't look like he wants to move and Spencer has to hide her smile. Spencer feels flushed and weirdly proud, because she did that, she made him come. Ryan was probably pretty hair-trigger anyway, but whatever, it counts, and Spencer feels her ego swell at the thought.

"'Ew?' That's it?" Ryan tries to sound hurt but his voice is hoarse and slow, still orgasm-lazy. Spencer squeezes her thighs together empathetically. No way could she still be turned on right now, and yet.

"You came on me," she says, and then flinches because oh, hey, that's something she just said out loud.

"Yeah," Ryan says sleepily, settling back down and nuzzling his face into her shoulder. "It was awesome."

"Super awesome, totally, do you maybe want to pull your shorts up now?" Spencer asks all in a rush. She's trying to reach her pajama pants with her toes but Ryan is half on top of her and he's heavy, and she can feel his dick against her thigh, soft and sort of sticky.

"Not really," Ryan says, his breath sweeping over her neck and making her squirm.

"Are you-- Spencer, jesus, seriously?" Ryan asks, lifting his head up from her shoulder and looking at her in a way that does nothing to help the heat that's starting back up in her belly.

"No, shut up and pull your fucking shorts up, oh my god," Spencer says, and she takes the opportunity to turn on her side when Ryan shifts off of her, scrabbling for her pants and trying to pull them on as fast she can. She settles back down with her back to Ryan and squeezes her eyes shut and she wants to die, and she can feel Ryan moving around behind her, just hovering like a stupid hovering thing.

"I have your underwear?" he says eventually when she doesn't turn back over.

"What?" Spencer says, because what?

"What should I-- where do you want me to put them?"

"Somewhere that's not your hands, oh my god," Spencer hisses out.

"I'm just gonna--" Ryan says, shuffling around a little. "There. They're under the mattress," he says, like this is some grand accomplishment.

"I want to die," Spencer says, quietly, and then, louder, "Just-- go to sleep, okay? Let's just go to sleep." She suddenly feels really, really stupid and kind of like she wants to cry and that just makes her feel even more stupid.

"Okay," Ryan answers quietly, and he's still hovering, and Spencer wants to turn over and stick her face in his neck and hold on, so she scoots closer to the edge of the bed and clenches her hands up tight in the sheets.

She can feel Ryan behind her, too close, and after a minute he drops a hand to her shoulder, strokes up and down her arm clumsily a few times. "Night," he says, and Spencer feels a gust of breath puff through the hair at her temple, feels Ryan drop heavily down onto the mattress.

Ryan's farther away now but he still feels too close. She can feel the heat from his body under the sheets, can hear him breathing and it all feels like a stupidly big deal when it's nothing they haven't done before, and Spencer sniffles quietly to herself because she is clearly losing her mind and it's all Ryan's fault.

"Hey," Ryan says, touching at her shoulder. "Hey, turn over, this is stupid."

"You're stupid," Spencer grumbles thickly, but she turns anyway, sinks back down onto her pillow facing him. "Hi," she says, and she is very resolutely not looking at him.

"Hi," Ryan says, smoothing back the hair that's fallen in her eyes. "Can I?" He motions vaguely toward her face, and Spencer's about to ask what the fuck he's talking about when he ducks down and kisses her, a quick, dry press of lips.

"Oh," she says. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, that's-- we kind of just had sex, it would be pretty fucked up if I wouldn't let you kiss me."

"Well there's that movie, where Julia Roberts won't kiss on the lips but--"

"That's because she's a hooker, dickwad, please re-think what you're about to say," Spencer says with a sigh. He's such a jackass, he's always such a jackass, and she feels a million times better all at once when he rolls his eyes at her.

"Whatever," Ryan says, leaning back down to kiss her. It's better this time, the angle is an actual physical possibility and their lips line up and Ryan's touching her face, cupping the back of her head and petting at her hair. Ryan doesn't kiss the way Spencer thought he would; he's slow, thorough, and he's rubbing up and down her arm with his free hand, shifting closer bit by bit until their knees knock together under the covers.

His teeth catch on her lip by accident and Spencer makes an unintentional noise in the back of her throat, pushes closer, lets Ryan settle his hand at the small of her back and draw her in until their chests are pressed together and their toes tangle up.

"Your feet are cold," Spencer says when Ryan pulls back for air. "Your feet are always fucking cold."

"I know," Ryan says, leaning back in almost immediately. "Yours are warm though, it's awesome," he says into her mouth, and it feels weird, someone else's words rumbling over her lips. Spencer grins at the feeling, still kind of giddy and definitely tired, and laughs low and easy as Ryan shifts her closer.

"Are you-- this okay? You okay?" Ryan asks, and he's staring at her face in a way that's probably supposed to be comforting but is mostly a little creepy.

It's so familiar, so normal, and Spencer lets out a breath against his lips and nods, her nose bumping into Ryan's.

"Okay," Ryan says, kissing her again, lazy and soft. "Good. Because that was awesome."

"I'd be even more okay if you'd shut up for real, though," Spencer mutters back against his lips. "You're ruining the fucking moment again."

So I'm Not The Only One, Brendon/Spencer, NC-17

allfourinches — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 19:11:43 GMT

Title: So I'm Not The Only One
Authors: fallintosilence and boweryd
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
Word Count: 6,400+
Summary: "Yeah. Yes. I'm asking for your hand in my ass, Spence. I am more than okay."
Warnings: Fisting.
Author Notes: Written for the kink bingo prompt "fisting." Thanks to untappedbeauty for once again patiently explaining to boweryd that periods exist and can be used in place of commas sometimes. If you know where that title comes from, don't judge us. It was a really hard pun to resist, and this was as subtle as we could get.

"No seriously," Brendon groans. "Seriously, I hate you so much."

"Shit," Spencer groans. "Fuck sorry, sorry, technically that was your fault though, dude."

"What?" Brendon says, staring over his shoulder at Spencer. "It's not my fault that you have no self control."

"Then it's your ass's fault, fuck, I don't know," Spencer grits out, pulling out of Brendon's body with a groan.

"Hate you," Brendon grumbles, dropping his head to the pillow. "Hate you, hate you, hate you-- oh fuck, more of that, yeah."

Spencer snorts a little and drops his free hand to the small of Brendon's back, pressing him down a little, making him arch back against the two fingers Spencer has inside him. "Like this?" he asks, pressing in, rubbing inside of Brendon where he's hot and slick with Spencer's come.

"Yeah," Brendon says, his voice muffled by the pillow. "Yeah, yeah, this is good, just like this, I take it back, I don't hate you."

Spencer rolls his eyes, twisting his fingers in deep enough that Brendon cries out from the sudden pressure, the sound loud even with Brendon's face pressed into the pillow. Spencer smirks to himself when he goes to slide his fingers out. He drags them out slowly just to feel Brendon clench down hard and try to draw them back in, his hips eagerly following the movement of Spencer's fingers. Two fingers aren't too much for Brendon's body, still open from Spencer's cock, wet with his come. It's fucking filthy, but Brendon's too busy begging Spencer for more to mind, and Spencer, well. He can't pretend it isn't fucking hot, the way Brendon looks with his knees spread and his ass pressing back into Spencer's fingers.

"Come the fuck on," Brendon says, his voice strained. "I realize some of us just had an awesome orgasm and all, and you're welcome, but that's no reason to be a fucking tease."

"Flattery will get you nowhere," Spencer says, but he slips his fingers out anyway and tucks in a third. When he presses back in, the slide is still easy, still wet enough that Brendon's trying to push back onto Spencer's fingers before Spencer even has his fingertips inside.

"Come on, oh my god," Brendon says, lifting his head from the pillow for maximum volume before dropping it back down with a heavy sigh.

"Impatient," Spencer says, and he doesn't quite know why he's teasing, probably wouldn't be if Brendon weren't so desperate for it. It's a little fucked up, but he's okay with that, just drags the very tips of his fingers around the inside of Brendon's rim, pressing up and stretching out his skin where it's still a little swollen.

"Spencer," Brendon grits out, turning his head to the side. "Fucking-- come on, shit."

"That's not the magic word," Spencer says, sliding his fingers in deeper bit by bit.

"You're a dick," Brendon groans.

"That's not it either," Spencer replies, twisting his fingers, letting his knuckles brush over Brendon's prostate.

That does it, finally. Brendon moans and pushes back sharply, grits out, "Please. Spence, please," and fuck if Spencer can resist that.

He presses in, fingers sliding smoothly in and out as he works his arm, and Brendon starts letting out tiny noises every time Spencer's fingers brush over his prostate. Spencer's arm is getting tired, but the harder he works his fingers in, careful to press in deep and rub over Brendon's prostate, the more vocal Brendon gets, so he figures it's worth it. Brendon's not really complaining - he's hard, his cock flushed between his legs, but he isn't doing anything besides meeting Spencer's thrusts, pushing his hips back and riding Spencer's fingers like he would if it was Spencer's cock. Which. Hot.

Brendon's breathing hard, breath hitching just loud enough for Spencer to hear over the sound of his own labored breathing and the wet noises his fingers make, sliding in deep before Spencer drags them slowly back out. He rests his free hand on Brendon's hip, petting at his skin in an attempt to be soothing, but Brendon's just too fucking impatient. The muscles of his hip twitch under Spencer's palm as he pushes back harder onto Spencer's fingers, desperate and rhythmless, working his hips back in sharp, quick movements followed by slower, grinding ones, tight and hot around Spencer's fingers. Spencer's cock aches a little at the feeling, making him wince because fuck, he seriously cannot get hard again this soon. He resolutely ignores his stupid, stupid dick and rubs purposefully at Brendon's prostate, fingers moving steadily until Brendon finally speaks up.

"Hey," Brendon says a little brokenly. "Hey, Spencer, more."

"You sure?" Spencer asks. He rubs a little at the small of Brendon's back, where the muscles are knotting from arching up and pushing back against Spencer's fingers. "That's four, are you sure?"

"Sure," Brendon says. "I can take it, come on," and he's still pushing back against Spencer's three fingers, hips moving in slow, dragging circles. Spencer takes a deep breath, steadying himself, before pulling his fingers out. Brendon whines a little, low and barely noticeable, his hips swaying after Spencer's hand. Spencer strokes at the small of his back some more, fingers sliding through the sweat that's collecting there, and stacks his fingers under each other, trying to make them as small as possible when he presses back in.

Spencer's fingertips slide in easy enough, but he still goes slow, watching as Brendon's body gives and opens up for him, stretching and stretching until Brendon's leaning his head back down onto the pillow and making impatient noises again. It's - it's really, insanely hot, watching all four of his fingers disappear into Brendon like that, the way Brendon gets tighter, clenching harder as Spencer pushes in to his knuckles.

"Jesus," Brendon gasps out when Spencer's pressed in as far as he can go, the webbing between his thumb and pointer finger pressed firmly against the stretched skin of Brendon's rim.

"You okay?" Spencer asks, petting at Brendon's hip with his free hand.

"Yeah," Brendon says, his voice thin and strained. "Yeah, yeah, fuck, just stay still," he says. "Just for a little while, just stay still." Brendon is kind of babbling and he's definitely still wiggling his hips back against Spencer's fingers, but Spencer does what he asks, keeps his hand steady and his fingers still inside of Brendon. Brendon's so fucking tight, though, and Spencer can feel him breathing, can feel every tiny movement Brendon's hips make where he's stretched wide around Spencer's fingers.

Brendon's back is arched, tense like he isn't sure what to do with his body, whether he wants to rock down or press back or stay still and just squeeze around the pressure of Spencer's fingers. Spencer doesn't move yet, though, just staring stupidly at Brendon's ass, the way his fingers look pressed in deep with Brendon trying to relax around them. It's different like this, with Spencer's fingers instead of his cock. He can focus more on Brendon, and he does, keeps his fingers deep and just looks for a while, his eyes sweeping over the arch of Brendon's back and the curve of his hips, the way head bows down between his shoulders and the way the sweat gathers in the dip of his back as it rolls down from his neck. Spencer lifts his free hand up from Brendon's hip and drags his fingers through it, trailing them down the crack of Brendon's ass.

Brendon shivers and Spencer repeats the motion, petting at Brendon's skin, trailing his fingers down just far enough to feel where Brendon's stretched around the fingers of his other hand then back up, over and over until Brendon starts pushing back into it with tiny jerks of his hips. Spencer grabs Brendon's hip again, steadying Brendon's body as he starts to rub his fingers, slow but firm, dragging in circles that make Brendon whimper and squeeze down around Spencer's fingers. Brendon shifts a little, his knee sliding in the sheets and pressing him down further on Spencer's fingers.

Brendon's skin is pulled tight and thin around Spencer's fingers, and Spencer can't help it, can't help but touch, running his thumb along Brendon's rim and feeling the sensation against his own fingers. "Jesus," Spencer says, a little helplessly. "Brendon, fuck, should I--"

"Shit," Brendon gasps, his entire body arching back toward the touch. "Spencer, Spence, can you-- more. Come on."

Spencer stills his fingers, deep inside of Brendon, and closes his eyes for a second. He breathes in deep and slow before he speaks. "I can't give you any more unless you want-- Bren, that's my whole hand. We haven't done that," he says, stating the obvious, his voice cracking a little embarrassingly.

"I'm aware of that," Brendon says, going for sarcastic but falling somewhere in the range of really fucking desperate. "Seeing as it's my ass and all. Now come on," he says, pushing back against Spencer's fingers. "Please, Spence," and one day Spencer isn't going to be so fucking easy, but that day is most definitely not today.

"Jesus," Spencer says mostly to himself, fumbling around in the sheets where they're bunched up between Brendon's knees. "Where's the fucking lube?"

"Don't need it, come on," Brendon says, rolling his hips against Spencer's hand. It's more than a little fucking distracting, but Spencer has been down this road with Brendon many, many times. Brendon is impatient and tends to skimp on lube and prep, and Spencer doesn't actually feel like spending the next few days hearing about how sore Brendon is and making him pancakes every morning because it's the least he can do.

"No," Spencer says firmly. "More lube or I take my fingers and go metaphorically home, and you can go jerk off in the bathroom to pictures of yourself again."

"Fuck you," Brendon says. "That was one time and I don't know how many times I have to point out that Megan Fox was on the other side of the page before you believe me."

"You're creepy, and I'll believe you when it starts being true," Spencer says, hand closing around the tube of lube triumphantly. "You came on your own face, dude. You're going to have to learn to live with that."

"Because you startled me, you asshole," Brendon huffs. Spencer swats at Brendon's thigh and his fingers curl in a little, brushing over Brendon's cock, and then Brendon's drawing in a long shuddering breath and Spencer's not finding anything all that funny anymore.

Spencer lets his fingers trail over Brendon's cock again, deliberate this time but just as teasing, dragging his fingertips up and down the soft skin. Brendon whines a little and tries to push forward into the touch, but Spencer pulls his hand back and settles it in the small of Brendon's back. "Hey," he says, wincing at how rough his voice sounds. "Stay. Stay like this for me, okay?"

"I promise I'm not going anywhere," Brendon says, but his voice is just as rough, hoarse from the noises he's been making. He slides his knees father apart on the bed until he's spread wide open in front of Spencer, the tension clear in the line of his back. He's strung so tight that he jerks forward a little as Spencer pours lube down over Brendon's ass, letting it slide slowly over his hole for a few seconds just to watch Brendon squirm.

"No, seriously, Spence. Come on, please?" Brendon's close to begging, Spencer can tell, but Spencer's not going to make him. He wants this just as much, if not more, to feel Brendon tight around his entire hand, fuck. Spencer draws in a deep breath, a little ragged, and bends down to press a kiss into the knots of Brendon's spine.

"Try to stay still," Spencer says quietly, pulling back and petting at the small of Brendon's back with one hand. He uses the other to get three fingers slick with lube before pressing them inside, watching as Brendon's body opens easily for his fingers. Brendon makes a low, pleased noise, and Spencer has to press down at Brendon's back to remind him not to rock back onto Spencer's fingers. It's hot, yeah, how much Brendon wants this, but Spencer wants to do this, wants to see it, his hand opening Brendon up.

"Stop staring," Brendon mumbles, and Spencer pushes his fingers in hard, pressing down at Brendon's prostate. Brendon shudders, muscles clenching around Spencer's fingers before he remembers to relax. "Please, please. Your hand, I want--"

"I know," Spencer says, breathing in harsh and stuttered. "I know, but you have to stay still. I have to be careful, Brendon, shit, it's my hand." And he maybe enjoys saying that more than he should. Brendon nods and drops his head down to the pillows with a strained groan, spreading his knees a little wider and shifting his body back toward Spencer.

Spencer slides his fingers out, rubbing over Brendon's rim where the skin is still a little puffy, and his fingers slide easily from the slickness of the lube. Spencer listens to the way Brendon whines low in his throat, the way he clenches down over the tip of Spencer's finger before Spencer draws it out and starts to rub again, soothingly, watching Brendon's muscles twitch.

"Does this feel good?" Spencer asks, and Brendon just nods against the pillow, straining to turn back and meet Spencer's eyes.

"Your hand would feel better," Brendon says, but his voice comes out rough and Spencer can hear the unspoken "yes."

Spencer rolls his eyes. "You are seriously fucking impatient."

Brendon opens his mouth to say something, but then Spencer's uncapping the lube one last time, pouring it over Brendon's ass and catching it with his fingers before it all drips down onto the sheets. He rubs it over Brendon's hole, pressing harder this time, letting his fingers dip just inside of Brendon, fucking him shallowly with four fingers.

Spencer touches Brendon's hip with his other hand and sits back enough to notice the way Brendon can't stop curling his toes, the way that his skin is shining with sweat from the effort of staying still while Spencer slowly stretches him open. Brendon's usually fucking loud, loud and impatient, and it's throwing Spencer off a little, the way Brendon is just ducking his head down, his thighs shaking as Spencer pushes his fingers in deeper. He tries spreading his fingers out inside Brendon, rubbing his thumb down over the skin behind Brendon's balls slowly, and Brendon hisses, the backs of his thighs twitching.

Spencer stills his fingers but not his thumb, trying to keep his voice steady when he asks, "You sure you're okay?"

There's a short laugh, Brendon's body twitching again with the noise, and then he's twisting around, trying to catch Spencer's eyes. "Yeah. Yes. I'm asking for your hand in my ass, Spence. I am more than okay."

Spencer feels a squeezing around his fingers, as if Brendon really needed to emphasize his point any further, and, well. Spencer isn't one to say no when Brendon asks nicely. "Yeah," he says, a little breathlessly. "Yeah, okay," and Brendon smiles at him, bright and happy like it's just any other time Spencer's made him happy, like Spencer's just brought home Chinese food without Brendon asking instead of agreeing to fist him. Jesus.

"C'mere," he says, straining forward as far as he can without taking his fingers out of Brendon's body. "C'mere, hey," and Brendon gets it, turning his head as far as it will go and meeting Spencer's mouth over his shoulder. It's kind of shitty, as far as kisses go. Their mouths aren't lined up properly and Spencer's afraid the arm he's bracing on is about to give out, but Brendon's still smiling against his mouth, and he makes the same low, sweet noise he always makes when they kiss.

Spencer flexes his fingers inside of Brendon's ass and nips at Brendon's lower lip when he gasps out, and just like that Brendon is pushing back again, breaking away from Spencer's mouth and dropping his head. "Come on," Brendon says, voice rough. "Now would be good."

"Pushy," Spencer says, pressing his smile into Brendon's shoulder before dropping a kiss there. He lets his lips trail over Brendon's shoulder to the nape of his neck, down his spine, as far as he can go before he has to straighten back up. "Stay like this," he says, pressing his hand against Brendon's knee on the bed to get him to open a little wider. "You good?"

"Mmhmm," Brendon says, his face still mostly buried in the pillows.

Spencer's still smiling to himself as he focuses his attention back to Brendon's ass, flexing his fingers inside Brendon as he lets his thumb rub circles over Brendon's rim, still slippery from the lube. Spencer makes sure the rest of his fingers are curled up, close together, and he starts to press his thumb in, stopping to brush soothingly over Brendon when he tenses up.

"Hey, hey. You've got to-- Are you holding your breath?"

Brendon exhales suddenly, shaky and loud. "No."

Spencer reaches underneath Brendon's stomach, a little relieved to find Brendon is still completely hard. He curls his fingers around Brendon's cock and gives a few loose strokes, watching the way Brendon's head moves restlessly on the pillows, his body going tight around Spencer's hand, probably from the effort of not thrusting forward into Spencer's grip.

"Come on," Brendon says. "Just fucking do it."

"Breathe, then," Spencer says, and he's pretty proud of how patient he sounds when he's actually anything but. He keeps working his hand over Brendon's cock, slow strokes that don't really give Brendon any friction. It does set a rhythm though, one that Brendon starts breathing in time with, long deep pulls of air. Spencer twists his hand over the head of Brendon's cock at the same time he squeezes his fingers together so tightly they seize up a little and pushes the rest of the way into Brendon's body.

Brendon gasps out, sudden and rough, and bucks around Spencer's hand, clenching down so hard it almost hurts. "Fuck," he grits out, pushing his hips back. "Fuck, fuck, Spencer."

"I know," Spencer manages, staring incredulously down at where his wrist is stretching Brendon open. "Stay, fuck, Brendon, stay still," he says, letting go of Brendon's cock to hold onto his hip, stilling Brendon's shaky jerks. "Shh, still," he mutters, petting at the small of Brendon's back. "Breathe for me. Relax or you're going to hurt yourself."

"Your hand," Brendon says evenly, "is in my ass. Are you feeling particularly relaxed right now?"

"No," Spencer says, because it's the truth. "No, I am not," and he pushes at the small of Brendon's back, says, "Head down. Try-- just drop your head, okay?"

Brendon actually complies without comment. As soon as he's bent down, the angle changes, relaxes a little, and Spencer can relax his hand just a bit where it's clenched up inside of Brendon's body. He spreads his fingers, just a little, trying to keep them from locking up, and brushes into Brendon's prostrate with his knuckle purely on accident. Brendon yelps, and his hips jerk forward so hard that Spencer feels the tug all up and down his arm.

"Brendon, shit," he says. "Careful, careful, don't hurt yourself." Then Brendon is laughing at him; actual, only slightly hysterical, laughter that is doing all sorts of amazing things to the muscles clamping down around Spencer's hand.

"Spencer," Brendon says, calming down a little, "just fucking move and stop worrying, okay?"

"Yeah," Spencer replies, swallowing hard. "Yeah, okay, I can do that."

Brendon laughs shortly and Spencer can't really blame him - Spencer's freaking out just a little bit, and Brendon's the one with a hand in his ass - but it's good, they're good, and already Brendon's taking it so well. Brendon shifts his legs apart until he's comfortable, spreading his knees and tucking his head down, ass up in the air, squeezing around Spencer's hand as Spencer starts to slide his fingers out. Spencer hears Brendon's quiet groan and pets at Brendon's back again, staring at the way Brendon opens around the base of his palm. It's crazy how much Spencer can feel like this, how hot and tight Brendon is clenching around Spencer's hand, trying to draw it back inside, his pulse thudding where Spencer's touching his back, skin slick with sweat.

"You stopped," Brendon chokes out after a few seconds, and Spencer's free hand connects with what he was looking for, uncapping the bottle quickly.

"Just a little more."

"You're turning my ass into a slip 'n slide, dude," Brendon says with a short sound that's supposed to be a laugh, but his voice is too low and hoarse for it to be anything but a grunt, and fuck, that is way hotter than it should be.

"You'll thank me for this later." Spencer's voice is near shaking and he clears his throat, watching the lube drip down over his palm.

"I'll thank you when you-- ooohh." Brendon cuts himself off with a low, drawn-out moan when Spencer pushes forward again, slow and steady, watching the lube shine over his hand and around Brendon's rim as Spencer's hand slides slowly into Brendon's body.

Brendon tries to stay still, Spencer can read as much from the tension in his thighs, but after a minute of Spencer pressing his fingers in and then drawing his hand out, just enough to have Brendon whining impatiently, Brendon starts to press back, working himself slowly back on Spencer's hand. It's hard to keep a rhythm, so Spencer just thrusts from the shoulder a little, letting Brendon control the movement while Spencer flexes his fingers and rubs them inside of Brendon. Brendon jerks his hips back when Spencer twists his fingers a little, and his knuckles press hard into Brendon's prostate again, making Brendon hiss. Brendon stills his hips and just clenches hard around Spencer's fist, grinding back a little in slow, careful circles.

"Okay?" Spencer asks, pulling back a little.

"No!" Brendon almost shouts. "I mean yes! I mean stay right there, fuck, just stay still, please Spencer." He sounds more than a little desperate, pushing his hips back against Spencer's hand.

He looks sort of ridiculously hot, his entire back sheened in sweat, head hanging down between his arms as he grinds his hips back. "Shit, shit, shit," he mumbles, and Spencer can feel Brendon's thighs trembling where Spencer's forearm is pressed against them.

"Brendon, what--" Spencer starts a little helplessly, not sure what he actually wants to say. He's kind of overwhelmed here; it's hotter than he thought it would be, Brendon spread open around his wrist, his body pushing back in short, stuttered movements.

Spencer spreads his fingers out, carefully, just to see, letting the tips of his fingers press in a little and drag when Brendon rocks forward. Brendon lets out a strangled noise, falling to his elbows.

"That," he gasps out, "Do that again, Spencer, fuck that feels--"

"Feels what?" Spencer asks, his voice coming out rougher and lower than he means it to. "What does it feel like, Brendon?"

"Spencer," Brendon says pleadingly, "I can't-- I don't know how to."

"Just tell me," Spencer says, letting his fingers drag again, twisting his knuckles a little until Brendon bucks forward and gasps.

"Fucking a lot," Brendon chokes out on a hoarse laugh. "It feels like a lot, Spencer, fuck, your hand."

Spencer opens his mouth to tell Brendon to go on, to tell him more, but what comes out is, "You're so tight, Brendon, fuck."

Brendon moans low and harsh, circles his hips against Spencer's hand in a slow drag. "It's so full," he grits out. "I can feel it everywhere."

"Jesus, Brendon," Spencer gasps, and it's too much, everything hitting him all at once, and he realizes he's hard, hard enough that his cock is wet and throbbing where it's bobbing in front of him. Brendon is just whimpering now, whimpering and pushing back and clenching around Spencer's entire hand, and he feels overwhelmed and dizzy with it.

"Come on," Spencer says tightly, sliding his hand down Brendon's hip and around to his cock, gripping him in a tight fist.

"No," Brendon grits out. "No, Spencer, I don't want to come yet. I can't, it's too much."

"What do you want?" Spencer asks, pressing closer, letting go of Brendon's cock and smoothing his hand up and down Brendon's back instead. "Come on, you've gotta tell me, fuck."

"Just keep going," Brendon says, his back arching up into the touch of Spencer's hand. "Your hand, just keep on, just like this. Just a little more, please." He sounds strung out, his voice stretched thin around the words he's babbling out.

"Okay," Spencer says, swallowing thickly. "Okay, okay, I got you," he says stupidly, keeping his shoulder locked despite the burn that's starting to flare up and down his arm. "Just like this, okay?" he says, not even sure what he's asking.

"Yeah," Brendon says, squeezing down around Spencer's hand. "Just like this, Spencer."

Spencer can't handle this shit, it's too much, Brendon clenching down hot and open around his hand. He wants to see Brendon's face, and he shifts forward as much as he can between Brendon's spread knees, trying not to jostle his arm so he can reach up with his free hand, run it through the hair at the nape of Brendon's neck.

Brendon whines a little, lifts his head up and presses back into it. "Are you," he gasps out, "Are you hard again?" and oh, right. Spencer doesn't know how he didn't notice that his cock was dragging wetly under the curve of Brendon's ass, but yep. There it was.

"Maybe," Spencer says, tugging lightly on the ends of Brendon's hair. "Fuck you. You try fisting yourself, see how you handle it."

"Maybe later," Brendon grunts, pushing back against Spencer's fist, which, fuck.

"Fuck," Spencer says, his hips pressing forward entirely on their own, pushing his cock between Brendon's ass and his thigh.

Brendon chokes out a laugh, his entire body clenching down around Spencer's hand. "I love you," he says, "But you need to keep your cock away from my ass right now, oh my god."

"What," Spencer says with a strained laugh, "you could totally take my dick too. Wimp." His arm is starting to shake, little tremors that run up and down the muscles, and he doesn't know how much longer he can stay still like this.

"We'll save that for your turn," Brendon says, and Spencer can't help it, his hips jerk forward a little at the thought, his cock catching between his hand and Brendon's balls, and they both groan at the movement.

"Fuck, Brendon," Spencer mumbles after a moment, and Brendon laughs, the sound short and loud.

"You could do that. Or you could just jerk me off?" Brendon's voice cracks on the last word, and he hasn't stopped moving. He's still pressing his hips back and squeezing around Spencer's hand, shuddering when Spencer meets his thrusts and his knuckles push right into Brendon's prostate. Spencer can feel the way Brendon clenches down harder around his hand, his hips stuttering back, but when he reaches for Brendon's cock, Brendon whines for him to stop.

"No, no, not-- it's too much, not like this. Spence, can you. Pull out, please?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course," Spencer says thickly, taking a deep breath and trailing his free hand over Brendon's hip. "Just-- just relax, okay?"

"Totally relaxed," Brendon groans, spreading his knees apart on the bed.

"Okay," Spencer says, mostly to himself. "Okay, okay." He grips Brendon's hip and tries to make his fingers as small as he can inside of Brendon's body. "I'm pulling out, okay? Just relax, I got you."

"Yeah," Brendon grits out. "Maybe you should just do it now?"

"Right," Spencer says stupidly as he pulls his hand out, trying not to stare at the way Brendon's body clings to his hand, spreading open around the widest part of his palm as he pulls out. Brendon whimpers a little, shifting his hips restlessly, and Spencer uses the movements to draw his hand out, his fingers catching and dragging on accident when Brendon bucks forward as his hand slips out.

"Fuck!" Brendon yelps, his hips twitching and shaking.

"Sorry," Spencer says, reaching out to touch at Brendon's back with his clean hand. "Shit, sorry, are you okay?"

"Yeah," Brendon groans, collapsing forward onto the pillows. "Yeah, yeah, just-- fuck, Spence, your hand," Brendon chokes out with a laugh. "That was the most intense thing I've ever felt, holy shit."

"Do you think," Spencer swallows, wiping his hand off on the sheets and wincing immediately because he is so going to be the one stuck washing those later. Spencer grips Brendon's hips lightly between his hands, rubbing his palms over Brendon's sweat-slick skin. "Do you think you could come, just from that?"

"I think I could come now if you jerked me off," Brendon says hopefully as Spencer crawls forward on the bed, collapsing on his back next to Brendon. "Hey, what are you--"

"C'mere." Spencer grabs at Brendon's hips again, pulling Brendon over until he has to throw a knee over Spencer's waist to steady himself, straddling Spencer and gripping the sheets on either side of him.

"You okay like this?" Spencer asks, stroking his hands down Brendon's side.

Brendon shivers and nods a little, shifting up until his cock bumps into Spencer's. "I'd be better if you would jerk me off already, you fucking tease."

"I love it when you sweet talk me," Spencer says, grinning up at Brendon.

"I hate you," Brendon groans, dropping his head to Spencer's shoulder. "Hate."

"And we've come full circle," Spencer says with a grin, tilting Brendon's head up so he can get at his mouth, kissing him slow and a little sloppy. "C'mon," he says against Brendon's lips after a moment, "lift up."

Brendon scrambles up to his knees and elbows, hovering over Spencer's body and hissing into Spencer's mouth when Spencer wraps his hand around their cocks. "Shit, Spence, yes," he says, bucking forward into Spencer's grip.

"Fuck," Spencer groans, "hold on, I need to--" Spencer lets go of their cocks, and Brendon tucks his face into Spencer's neck, whining.

"Tease."

"You're not the only one who wants to get off here. Hold on," Spencer says with a smile, smoothing his hand down Brendon's back, letting it slide down the curve of his ass.

"Hey," Brendon says meekly, breath hot against Spencer's neck. "Hey, no fists allowed."

"Need the lube, dumbass," Spencer shoots back, keeping his touch careful when he trails his fingers over Brendon's ass, where he's still swollen and undoubtedly sore. Maybe he'll make Brendon pancakes in the morning after all.

Spencer slides his fingers over Brendon's ass, rubbing them down through the lube still slicking Brendon's skin. He can't help stopping on the way back up, rubbing gently over the puffy skin of Brendon's rim. When he draws his hand back Brendon whines again, his hips jerking to push his cock against Spencer's.

Spencer circles his hand around their cocks again, a loose fist because anything tighter would have him jerking his hips to push his cock against Brendon's, but Brendon's face is still buried in his neck.

"Hey. This what you want?" Spencer asks.

"Yes, Spencer, fuck," Brendon says, nipping at Spencer's neck. "Do you want me to beg?"

"I don't not want you to beg," Spencer says with a smirk, pressing a sloppy kiss to Brendon's temple and starting up a rhythm, his hand sliding slick and easy around their cocks.

"Please?" Brendon tries, and Spencer knows it's supposed to come off as mocking, but his cock twitches anyway, his grip going tight enough for a second to make Brendon suck in a quick breath.

Spencer trails his hand back down over Brendon's body, his skin smooth and damp under Spencer's palm. Brendon's hips start shifting a little as Spencer jerks them off, just barely thrusting into Spencer's grip, pushing the head of his cock up so it slides against Spencer's. Spencer closes his eyes for a second and lets his hand trail down lower, back to Brendon's ass. He slides his fingers through the lube to rub over Brendon's rim again, slowly, feeling Brendon tense up under his fingers, his body going tight.

"Sorry," Spencer says, and he's going to pull his hand back, he absolutely is, but then Brendon hisses out a breath against Spencer's throat, pushes his hips back into the touch.

"S'ok," he mumbles, lifting his head to meet Spencer's eyes. "Feels good, in a way too much kind of way."

Spencer smirks and presses his mouth to Brendon's, kissing him slow and deep as he lets his fingers rub over Brendon, the tips of two just barely pressing inside.

"Yeah," Brendon pants against his mouth, pulling away. "Yeah, come on, please, please, fuck, Spencer. So close."

"I know," Spencer says, "Fuck, Brendon, you're so-- you should have seen," Spencer says without thinking, jerking them off harder, letting his thumb brush up under the head of Brendon's cock. "My whole hand, Brendon, and you just took it." Spencer feels kind of stupid and flushed, and he would really like to stop talking. He focuses on Brendon instead, watching him pant and tense up as Spencer slowly presses two fingers in, his whole body drawing up taut before Brendon just pushes back, hips twitching, trying to take Spencer's fingers deeper.

"Please, please," Brendon whines, so close, and just as Spencer leans up to kiss Brendon, his fingers press in against Brendon's prostate. Brendon's body stills and goes painfully tight around the fingers and he shudders, gasping against Spencer's mouth as he comes over Spencer's hand, over his stomach, his hips twisting in small movements to ride out his orgasm.

"Holy fuck," Brendon breathes as Spencer draws his fingers back out. Spencer's so hard. He just needs a little more, his grip made slippery from Brendon's come, but a few seconds later and Brendon's whimpering, jerking away, and not in a good way.

"Too much, too much," Brendon pants, shifting back on his side when Spencer lets go of his cock. Brendon doesn't go far, though, curling in against Spencer and kissing him on the mouth, touching his hip.

"C'mon," Brendon whispers against Spencer's lips. His fingers are shaking a little where they pet at Spencer's hip, his whole body shivering slightly where he's tucked into Spencer's side. "Come on, Spencer," Brendon pants against Spencer's mouth, pulling away from the kiss to rest his forehead against Spencer's.

Spencer opens his mouth to reply, but Brendon just leans back in and kisses him instead, reaching down with his right hand and letting his fingers tangle with Spencer's, slowing down the rhythm for a second before they settle into a faster one together. Spencer's on edge and fucking overwhelmed, and it's all too much - Brendon pressed all against his side, skin hot and slick, Brendon's fingers touching at Spencer's face, touching at his cock, while he kisses Spencer deep and wet. Brendon squeezes his fingers around Spencer's cock, and that's all it takes. Spencer's gone, closing his eyes and groaning against Brendon's mouth as he comes over both of their hands. Spencer breathes hard and ragged as Brendon kisses him through it, pulling back to speak softly against Spencer's lips, "Yeah, that's it. Come on, Spencer."

Brendon moves away after a moment and tucks his head under Spencer's chin, settling back in against Spencer's side. Spencer reaches out and tugs him closer, and Brendon goes easily, resting his cheek against Spencer's chest. "Well," Spencer says weakly, petting lazily at Brendon's hair. "Fuck."

"I know, right?" Brendon says, wiggling closer. They're pretty fucking disgusting, but Brendon feels good against him, solid and warm, and Spencer can't really call Brendon on being clingy after sex when he's the one who always pulls Brendon closer. Brendon's hair is sweaty, damp where it clings and curls around Spencer's fingers, but he makes a happy noise and presses back into the touch, tossing a leg over Spencer's.

"Okay," Brendon says immediately, pulling his leg back with a small noise, "oww."

Spencer's kind of drifting, feeling foggy and stupid and happy, but he frowns down at Brendon's head and slides his hand from Brendon's waist to the the small of his back. "Sore?" he asks, digging his fingers into the bunched up muscles he finds.

"Yes," Brendon says, yawning into Spencer's chest. "Pretty sure it's an unfortunate side effect of having a hand in your ass."

"You loved it," Spencer says, trying to find the energy to move and get them into a hot shower before they both fall asleep.

"That's not the point," Brendon says, reaching behind Spencer's back and yanking the sheet over them. "The point is my ass hurts and you still owe me an orgasm. Don't think I forgot about that."

"You are so fucking greedy," Spencer says, and they really, really need to get into that shower. Like. Really. But Brendon's mumbling a comeback that gets lost in a yawn, curling his fingers around Spencer's shoulder, and Spencer finds himself yawning back before he can help it.

"Ha," Brendon slurs out. "You're sleepy too. Nap now. Shower later. Good plan."

"You're forgetting your words again," Spencer says, but it's a weak argument and Brendon's going to win anyway, they both know it. Spencer can count on one hand the number of times he's actually gotten Brendon out of bed and into the shower after sex, no matter how often he tries.

"Sleep time, Spence," Brendon says, stretching up to press a kiss to Spencer's jaw before settling back in against his chest. "No time for words."

"Shut up then," Spencer says, flinging his arm out behind him until he collides with the lamp and manages to hit the switch.

"Awesome idea," Brendon says, pressing in closer when Spencer wraps his arm back around Brendon's waist. "One of your best."