The Breakfast Club, The Trouble With Assumptions, Brian/Bender
The Trouble with Assumptions
Brian was the geek, Bender was the badass, and The Breakfast Club was the best teen movie of th 80s even though it didn't have James Spader.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
“Excuse me if I just assumed you cared about me a little bit.” Brian’s voice was course and he rubbed away the tear tracks on his cheeks from earlier.
“Whatever made you assume that?” Bender affected that sarcastic sincerity that infuriated countless authority figures through the years.
“Maybe the fact that you’ve been giving me head for the last six months.”
“It’s just sex, Brain.” The nickname that had been spoken as a sort of endearment was twisted into an insult.
Brian had been lying on Bender’s mattress when he snapped; he just had to tell someone. He thought Bender cared. When he started tearing up while talking about his anxieties about college, Bender shoved him off the bed. Brian was kneeling on the floor, still at the same basic eye level with Bender.
“Fuck you,” Brian spat. A little more than Bender’s come had rubbed off on him, he could make two words scathing enough to cut.
He pushed himself off the floor and spun out the door, not seeing the way Bender’s arm twitched out towards his back before he slammed the door shut.
Seventeen days later, Brian showed up at Bender’s locker.
“Do you have detention today?” Brian asked, and what he meant was ‘can we get laid before your dad comes home?’
At least, that’s what Bender denied to himself that he hoped.
“Just for an hour,” Bender said. “Wanna come over?”
Brian didn’t say anything. He didn’t crack a smile; he just stayed impassive and left.
Bender knew Brian would come.
He was almost disappointed, though. It was five o’clock when he knocked. They might be cutting it close.
He tried to go for Brian’s lips once the door closed, but Brian went straight for the kill. He squeezed Bender’s cock through jeans, and turned his head at just the right minute so Bender’s mouth ended up opened in a little gasp up against his cheek before Bender could really bother to think about it.
“Suck me,” Brian hissed in Bender’s ear and encouraged Bender down his body by his shoulders.
Bender unbuttoned the acid washed jeans that were already tight on Brian without the added stiffness of the cock he freed. Mouthing Brian’s erection through tighty whities, Bender didn’t bother to mentally deny that he loved giving head anymore.
Brian pushed his head away and pulled his cock out of his underwear. The zipper of the pants dug in to Bender’s chin when he deep throated Brian, but it didn’t matter. He had to be quicker than he’d liked to have been, but it couldn’t really be helped. Brian’s fingers tightened in Bender’s hair, and he tried to fight against the hands holding his hips in place. His come filled Bender’s mouth soon after.
When Bender stood up and pressed Brian bodily against the door, he dug his erection hard into Brian’s stomach. Brian unbuttoned his pants and took is cock out of his underwear. Bender shuddered at the skin-on-skin contact. The hand job was over quickly and left Bender gasping in Brian’s ear.
His breathing returned to normal and he stepped back to watch Brian put himself back in his pants. “How’ve you been?” he tried to ask nonchalantly.
Brian finished zipping and looked at Bender the same way Bender looked at most of the world. “It’s just about sex,” he said evenly before opening the door and leaving Bender hanging in the breeze.
Bender had assumed it was just about sex all along, but when he finally got his wish it felt emptier than he’d ever been in his life.
Brian was the geek, Bender was the badass, and The Breakfast Club was the best teen movie of th 80s even though it didn't have James Spader.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
“Excuse me if I just assumed you cared about me a little bit.” Brian’s voice was course and he rubbed away the tear tracks on his cheeks from earlier.
“Whatever made you assume that?” Bender affected that sarcastic sincerity that infuriated countless authority figures through the years.
“Maybe the fact that you’ve been giving me head for the last six months.”
“It’s just sex, Brain.” The nickname that had been spoken as a sort of endearment was twisted into an insult.
Brian had been lying on Bender’s mattress when he snapped; he just had to tell someone. He thought Bender cared. When he started tearing up while talking about his anxieties about college, Bender shoved him off the bed. Brian was kneeling on the floor, still at the same basic eye level with Bender.
“Fuck you,” Brian spat. A little more than Bender’s come had rubbed off on him, he could make two words scathing enough to cut.
He pushed himself off the floor and spun out the door, not seeing the way Bender’s arm twitched out towards his back before he slammed the door shut.
Seventeen days later, Brian showed up at Bender’s locker.
“Do you have detention today?” Brian asked, and what he meant was ‘can we get laid before your dad comes home?’
At least, that’s what Bender denied to himself that he hoped.
“Just for an hour,” Bender said. “Wanna come over?”
Brian didn’t say anything. He didn’t crack a smile; he just stayed impassive and left.
Bender knew Brian would come.
He was almost disappointed, though. It was five o’clock when he knocked. They might be cutting it close.
He tried to go for Brian’s lips once the door closed, but Brian went straight for the kill. He squeezed Bender’s cock through jeans, and turned his head at just the right minute so Bender’s mouth ended up opened in a little gasp up against his cheek before Bender could really bother to think about it.
“Suck me,” Brian hissed in Bender’s ear and encouraged Bender down his body by his shoulders.
Bender unbuttoned the acid washed jeans that were already tight on Brian without the added stiffness of the cock he freed. Mouthing Brian’s erection through tighty whities, Bender didn’t bother to mentally deny that he loved giving head anymore.
Brian pushed his head away and pulled his cock out of his underwear. The zipper of the pants dug in to Bender’s chin when he deep throated Brian, but it didn’t matter. He had to be quicker than he’d liked to have been, but it couldn’t really be helped. Brian’s fingers tightened in Bender’s hair, and he tried to fight against the hands holding his hips in place. His come filled Bender’s mouth soon after.
When Bender stood up and pressed Brian bodily against the door, he dug his erection hard into Brian’s stomach. Brian unbuttoned his pants and took is cock out of his underwear. Bender shuddered at the skin-on-skin contact. The hand job was over quickly and left Bender gasping in Brian’s ear.
His breathing returned to normal and he stepped back to watch Brian put himself back in his pants. “How’ve you been?” he tried to ask nonchalantly.
Brian finished zipping and looked at Bender the same way Bender looked at most of the world. “It’s just about sex,” he said evenly before opening the door and leaving Bender hanging in the breeze.
Bender had assumed it was just about sex all along, but when he finally got his wish it felt emptier than he’d ever been in his life.