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