Say It (I Will Listen)
Title: Say It (I Will Listen)
Author: starsandsands
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
Summary: Spencer's birthday PWP. /o\
Warning: Mild bondage. Like, super!mild. Unbeta'd, so don't kill me because of typos.
Disclaimer: Not real, don't own.
Author Notes: Ummm, this is very much not bb!fic. But I wrote it for Spencer's birthday, on his birthday, and just found it again now, procrastinating on studying for chemistry. Title by Angels & Airwaves because Tom DeLonge whispers porn into my ears at night.
Tonight it's all about Spencer. It's his birthday after all. Sure, everyone winked and nudged when Brendon dragged Spencer home early from the monstrosity of a party being held at Pete's (he even thought he could hear Shane humming 'Birthday Sex') but he didn't really care. Tonight was Spencer's special night, and Brendon was going to show just how grateful he was that Spencer was alive and in his life.
He kissed Spencer tenderly as they walked to the car, and after opening its door for him, he slipped inside and drove. The ride home was mostly silent, the radio off so Brendon could enjoy this night with his boyfriend.
"Happy birthday Spencer Smith," he said for what felt like the thousandth time that day, grabbing and squeezing Spencer's hand. "I love you so much."
"I love you too, Brendon," Spencer replied quietly, flashing him a small smile. He was thinking. "What are you up to, Bren? I mean, today has pretty much been sex akk day," he finally remarked, obviously thinking of the fumbled handjobs in the bathroom not two hours earlier. "I don't know if I have enough stamina to go another round."
"Don't worry, Spencer," Brendon murmured, running over Spencer's knuckles with his thumb. "It's not about stamina, it's about showing how much I appreciate you."
"So marathon sex does that?"
"No, but Spence, you've got to trust me, okay?"
Spencer looked at Brendon, searching. When he found whatever he was looking for, he smiled again and mumbled a soft, "Sure."
When they finally got to their home, Brendon slid out of the car, and led Spencer to the door.
"My little gentleman," Spencer chuckled as Brendon unlocked the door, held it open for for Spencer, and led him by the wrists to their bedroom. Brendon kissed him again, tenderly, and closed-mouthed but conveying all of the emotions he felt for Spencer: love, want, need and pure adoration.
"Spencer, do you trust me?" he asked when they pulled apart.
"Yes I do," Spencer breathed, eyes shining with lust and trust. Brendon smiled shyly and pulled away, walking towards the nightstand. He felt his boyfriend's eyes one him as he pulled out three scarves. "W-what are those for?"
"I promise I'll be gentle, I'll devote my entire attention to you. Just, you need to be still."
Spencer closed his eye and took in a deep breath. He opened them and muttered a small "okay." He started to unbutton his shirt, but Brendon stopped him.
"Just take off your shoes, and lay down on your back, arms up." It wasn't a command, but Spencer did as he was told. Brendon carefully tied a scarf around each wrist and then the scarves to the bed post. "Are these good?" he asked, and Spencer nodded. "Good, just close your eyes now." He tied the scarf around Spencer's head like a blindfold and gently pressed his lips to Spencer's forehead in a soft kiss.
"Where to start, where to start?" Brendon muttered to himself as his fingers traced slowly down from Spencer's chest to his neck, collarbones and finally, stomach. He touched the small strip of once-pale skin between Spencer's rising shirt and lowered waistband, Brendon pushed the shirt up and kissed the soft skin near Spencer's stomach. He tentatively licked the skin around it. Spencer gasped, so he kept doing it, tracing the freckles with his fingers. He slowly unbuttoned the shirt from the bottom up, following his hands with his mouth, soft kisses and gentle strokes, all over, carefully ignoring the pinched nipples in favor of the delicate collar bones. Brendon nibbled at one, then sucked at the other, marking Spencer as his. The exploration continued upwards, towards his throat, where he added a few more marks to those already blooming.
Brendon traveled up more to Spencer's lips and pulled himself completely on top of Spencer. That's when he noticed that Spencer was writhing, just as hard as he suddenly found himself to be. And, oh god, their dicks would be touching if they weren't wearing so many clothes. He started fumbling towards his jeans before remembering that tonight was all about Spencer. He looked directly beneath himself and saw Spencer's flushed face, panting mouth and thrashing body. He realized that he had been so caught up in the lovely angles and lines of his lover's body that he hadn't been paying attention to his favorite thing: the reactions.
He smirked when he saw Spencer's aching nipples and when he flicked one, Spencer gasped. Brendon put his mouth to it and rubbed circles into the mother, milking all of the moans and sighs. He grinned even wider when he heard his name.
"Bren, Brendon, please."
"Please what?"
"Please- fuck me!"
"Hmm... I'm not sure...." he hummed into Spencer's chest.
"Oh god, please!"
"You can just call me Brendon."
"Do it, you fucking asshole" Spencer panted as Brendon licked his jawbone.
With the last words more of a demand, Brendon felt he should. He slid down Spencer's body, tonguing the bulge in Spencer's pants before opening the fly with his teeth.
"Holy fucking-" Spencer swore as Brendon peeled them off, nipping at random spots on Spencer's legs as they were revealed. Spencer's dick was still trapped in his boxers, but Brendon quickly relieved him of them, tossing the garments on the floor somewhere.
"Flip over," Brendon commanded, and Spencer did, crossing his arms in the process. Brendon pulled out a bottle of lube and slicked his fingers up. Spencer gasped as the cold fingers entered him, but once Brendon curled a third finger in and hit the prostate, he bucked his hips. He removed his fingers, and shucked his jeans and boxers off with one swoop. He cover his cock in lube, and lined it up, but Spencer stopped him.
"P-please Bren, wanna see you c-come," he stuttered, practically humping the mattress for friction. Brendon undid the blindfold, and helped Spencer twist back around, staring at the blue of Spencer's eyes. He beamed up at Brendon and maneuvered his legs so they were over Brendon's shoulders. Brendon lined up again and thrust, pulling Spencer's dick in time, and examining Spencer's face. Finally, Spencer closed his eyes, threw his head back, and came in heavy spurts between them, howling and swearing. Brendon followed soon after, emptying himself inside Spencer and collapsing. After quickly untying Spencer's wrists, Brendon snuggled in close to his boyfriend.
"Best way to start and end a birthday," Spencer whispered, kissing Brendon gently, then drifting off to sleep.
the end.
Author: starsandsands
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
Summary: Spencer's birthday PWP. /o\
Warning: Mild bondage. Like, super!mild. Unbeta'd, so don't kill me because of typos.
Disclaimer: Not real, don't own.
Author Notes: Ummm, this is very much not bb!fic. But I wrote it for Spencer's birthday, on his birthday, and just found it again now, procrastinating on studying for chemistry. Title by Angels & Airwaves because Tom DeLonge whispers porn into my ears at night.
Tonight it's all about Spencer. It's his birthday after all. Sure, everyone winked and nudged when Brendon dragged Spencer home early from the monstrosity of a party being held at Pete's (he even thought he could hear Shane humming 'Birthday Sex') but he didn't really care. Tonight was Spencer's special night, and Brendon was going to show just how grateful he was that Spencer was alive and in his life.
He kissed Spencer tenderly as they walked to the car, and after opening its door for him, he slipped inside and drove. The ride home was mostly silent, the radio off so Brendon could enjoy this night with his boyfriend.
"Happy birthday Spencer Smith," he said for what felt like the thousandth time that day, grabbing and squeezing Spencer's hand. "I love you so much."
"I love you too, Brendon," Spencer replied quietly, flashing him a small smile. He was thinking. "What are you up to, Bren? I mean, today has pretty much been sex akk day," he finally remarked, obviously thinking of the fumbled handjobs in the bathroom not two hours earlier. "I don't know if I have enough stamina to go another round."
"Don't worry, Spencer," Brendon murmured, running over Spencer's knuckles with his thumb. "It's not about stamina, it's about showing how much I appreciate you."
"So marathon sex does that?"
"No, but Spence, you've got to trust me, okay?"
Spencer looked at Brendon, searching. When he found whatever he was looking for, he smiled again and mumbled a soft, "Sure."
When they finally got to their home, Brendon slid out of the car, and led Spencer to the door.
"My little gentleman," Spencer chuckled as Brendon unlocked the door, held it open for for Spencer, and led him by the wrists to their bedroom. Brendon kissed him again, tenderly, and closed-mouthed but conveying all of the emotions he felt for Spencer: love, want, need and pure adoration.
"Spencer, do you trust me?" he asked when they pulled apart.
"Yes I do," Spencer breathed, eyes shining with lust and trust. Brendon smiled shyly and pulled away, walking towards the nightstand. He felt his boyfriend's eyes one him as he pulled out three scarves. "W-what are those for?"
"I promise I'll be gentle, I'll devote my entire attention to you. Just, you need to be still."
Spencer closed his eye and took in a deep breath. He opened them and muttered a small "okay." He started to unbutton his shirt, but Brendon stopped him.
"Just take off your shoes, and lay down on your back, arms up." It wasn't a command, but Spencer did as he was told. Brendon carefully tied a scarf around each wrist and then the scarves to the bed post. "Are these good?" he asked, and Spencer nodded. "Good, just close your eyes now." He tied the scarf around Spencer's head like a blindfold and gently pressed his lips to Spencer's forehead in a soft kiss.
"Where to start, where to start?" Brendon muttered to himself as his fingers traced slowly down from Spencer's chest to his neck, collarbones and finally, stomach. He touched the small strip of once-pale skin between Spencer's rising shirt and lowered waistband, Brendon pushed the shirt up and kissed the soft skin near Spencer's stomach. He tentatively licked the skin around it. Spencer gasped, so he kept doing it, tracing the freckles with his fingers. He slowly unbuttoned the shirt from the bottom up, following his hands with his mouth, soft kisses and gentle strokes, all over, carefully ignoring the pinched nipples in favor of the delicate collar bones. Brendon nibbled at one, then sucked at the other, marking Spencer as his. The exploration continued upwards, towards his throat, where he added a few more marks to those already blooming.
Brendon traveled up more to Spencer's lips and pulled himself completely on top of Spencer. That's when he noticed that Spencer was writhing, just as hard as he suddenly found himself to be. And, oh god, their dicks would be touching if they weren't wearing so many clothes. He started fumbling towards his jeans before remembering that tonight was all about Spencer. He looked directly beneath himself and saw Spencer's flushed face, panting mouth and thrashing body. He realized that he had been so caught up in the lovely angles and lines of his lover's body that he hadn't been paying attention to his favorite thing: the reactions.
He smirked when he saw Spencer's aching nipples and when he flicked one, Spencer gasped. Brendon put his mouth to it and rubbed circles into the mother, milking all of the moans and sighs. He grinned even wider when he heard his name.
"Bren, Brendon, please."
"Please what?"
"Please- fuck me!"
"Hmm... I'm not sure...." he hummed into Spencer's chest.
"Oh god, please!"
"You can just call me Brendon."
"Do it, you fucking asshole" Spencer panted as Brendon licked his jawbone.
With the last words more of a demand, Brendon felt he should. He slid down Spencer's body, tonguing the bulge in Spencer's pants before opening the fly with his teeth.
"Holy fucking-" Spencer swore as Brendon peeled them off, nipping at random spots on Spencer's legs as they were revealed. Spencer's dick was still trapped in his boxers, but Brendon quickly relieved him of them, tossing the garments on the floor somewhere.
"Flip over," Brendon commanded, and Spencer did, crossing his arms in the process. Brendon pulled out a bottle of lube and slicked his fingers up. Spencer gasped as the cold fingers entered him, but once Brendon curled a third finger in and hit the prostate, he bucked his hips. He removed his fingers, and shucked his jeans and boxers off with one swoop. He cover his cock in lube, and lined it up, but Spencer stopped him.
"P-please Bren, wanna see you c-come," he stuttered, practically humping the mattress for friction. Brendon undid the blindfold, and helped Spencer twist back around, staring at the blue of Spencer's eyes. He beamed up at Brendon and maneuvered his legs so they were over Brendon's shoulders. Brendon lined up again and thrust, pulling Spencer's dick in time, and examining Spencer's face. Finally, Spencer closed his eyes, threw his head back, and came in heavy spurts between them, howling and swearing. Brendon followed soon after, emptying himself inside Spencer and collapsing. After quickly untying Spencer's wrists, Brendon snuggled in close to his boyfriend.
"Best way to start and end a birthday," Spencer whispered, kissing Brendon gently, then drifting off to sleep.
the end.