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Title: Strangers in the Night
Author: kikistar
Word Count: 1315
Rating: R - NC-17
Pairing: Brendon and Dallon
POV: 3rd
Summary: Dallon and Brendon do something naughty in the back of the bus on the way to Chicago one night.
It’s a total work of FICTION and should be taken as such. Just something I wrote a long time ago with members from 30 Seconds to Mars as the lead characters. Just changed the names. lol
The bus was making its way to Chicago when Brendon woke up. He walked into the small bathroom and splashed some water on his face. Damn it he was still drunk. He giggled at his reflection. He hadn’t been this drunk in a long time. Damn Brendon Boyd Urie and his stupid drinking games.
Slowly Brendon made his way back down to his bunk but decided to head to the lounge instead. Even though he was still extremely drunk and should most likely go back to bed, he wanted to sit in the back for a while and maybe sneak a smoke. What Spencer didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Right?
The second he shut the door he quickly found himself pressed against it. A flash of movement, and Brendon found his arms above his head caught between one strong right hand. The other hand was pressed in the middle of his back, holding him in place. A pair of hips with one phenomenally hard cock was flush against his ass making his breath catch in the back of his throat.
“There’s a rumor going around that you’re horny.” A low, breathy voice said. Heat from the other man’s mouth fanned against his cheek.
“Is there?” Brendon leaned back against the assailant’s chest.
He felt him nod.
Brendon slowly smiled. “What’re you going to do about it?”
A rock hard cock pressed harder against his ass.
He let out a whimper.
“What the fuck do you think I’m going to do about it?” the voice growled. “I’m going to fuck you through this damn door.”
Brendon shuddered. His breath quickening.
The hand in his back slid down to his hip and squeezed hard. “Or should I just leave?” the voice half whispered in his ear making him press back against that still very hard cock rubbing against his ass.
“Eager, are we?” he heard a small laugh in the strangers voice.
“Feels to me like you’re the eager one.” Brendon growled again rubbing his ass deeper onto the cock behind him.
Teeth found his earlobe, pulling hard.
Brendon moaned.
“Don’t get smart with me, little man.” The words tickled Brendon’s ear making him shudder.
“Or what?”
“Or I might just have to leave you here without your fuck.”
Brendon tensed. “You wouldn’t?”
A soft laugh and a tongue traced the outline of his ear and jaw. Brendon moaned out grinding his hips anew. “I wouldn’t do that to you, baby.” he was reassured.
The free hand moved over the front of Brendon‘s boxer briefs. “Aahhh you like that, don‘t you?” The stranger licked Brendon’s neck.
“No.” Brendon spat sarcastically.
The hand smacked him not so gently across the ass, making Brendon yelp.
“What’d I say about being smart?”
“Well, if you’d fuck me already, I wouldn’t have the time or inclination to be smart.” he shot back.
A grin. “Touché.”
The hand moved slowly across the bulge in Brendon’s boxers to rest on the front of his own sweat pants. He pulled them down so fast there was a slight breeze that tickled Brendon’s legs making him giggle.
“No laughing.” The voice said with a slight chuckle.
He could feel the stranger’s erection between his legs and he moaned out. “Fuck. . . . . fuck me already, Dallon.” he begged.
Dallon released his hands at this statement. He couldn’t believe he knew it was him. Brendon slowly turning to face him.
“Are we still doing this or what?” Brendon giggled then swayed a bit.
Dallon smirked. “You really want this?” He took Brendon’s hand placing it on his cock. “You really want me to fuck you?”
“Yes. Fuck yes.” he gave Dallon’s cock a slight squeeze.
“God you have such a dirty little mouth.” Dallon leaned in ceasing his lips. Dallon pulled Brendon’s hand away from his cock pulling it back up over his head.
“Fuck me, Dallon. Please.”
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” Dallon growled. “you’re gonna feel me for a fuckin’ week.”
Brendon moaned. “Oh yeah?”
“Oh yeah.” Dallon pressed Brendon’s hands hard against the door. “Keep those up there!” He ordered, then released his grip. He used his now freed hand to grasp Brendon’s hair, pulling his head back sharply. “Gonna shove my cock in you so hard.” He bit and licked at Brendon’s bare neck, leaving vivid red marks.
“Fuck yeah, Dallon.” Brendon gasped.
Dallon spun Brendon around so his chest was pressed against the fake wood door. A slow smile crossing Brendon’s lips as he anticipated what was about to happen to him. He could hear Dallon’s spit on his hand and knew it was gonna hurt, without lube being handy; but fuck if he cared, He just wanted Dallon inside him and he wanted it NOW!!
The head of Dallon’s cock pressed against the tight ring of muscles making Brendon wince before slowly pushing in. Despite Dallon’s promise of a hard fucking, he was careful. He slid in slowly. By the time he was halfway in, he was panting heavily. Brendon couldn’t stop moaning; the sound seemed amplified against the door. One of Dallon’s hands came up to his mouth covering it. There was no way he wanted anyone on the bus to hear them. Especially not Spencer. “Ready to be fucked?” His voice a low moan.
Brendon whimpered.
“I asked you if you were ready to be fucked.” Dallon smiled from ear to ear then slowly removed his hand from Brendon’s face.
“Fuck yes,” Brendon groaned. “So fucking ready. Fuck me hard, Dallon Weekes!”
The first thrust felt fantastic. Dallon’s cock was enormous inside him. Brendon immediately began thrusting back against him, still moaning. The rhythm grew steadily faster and harder, until Brendon was pressed flush against the door.
“You’re so fucking tight around me.” Dallon growled. His breath fanned hot against Brendon’s ear.
Brendon bit his lip. His hair clung to his forehead, darkened with sweat. His head fell back on Dallon’s shoulder. Dallon’s free hand pulled his head to the side, their tongues grappled in a kiss.
Thrust after thrust Dallon dove deeper and deeper into Brendon.
Brendon’s mind was swimming. He had never felt something so painfully wonderful in all his life. That’s when Dallon decided to play with him. His thrusts started to slow to the point of just the head of his cock was inside of Brendon, before he thrust back in. Brendon bit his lip so hard he could taste the blood.
He clawed at the door knowing damn well he was leaving some form of marks in it.
Dallon’s pace grew more intense. And then Brendon felt it. The telltale spasms in his balls. The pooling heat in his stomach. He felt himself tighten around Dallon’s cock. He knew he was almost there. He was about to cum. Dallon’s cock struck his spot with every thrust.
“Oh fuck, Dallon!” He cried out as he clenched hand over his own mouth. Then his entire body tensed. Whimpers fell from his lips as Dallon continued to drive again and again into him, prolonging his orgasm making him shudder. The clenching of his muscles soon drove Dallon to orgasm as well. Dallon exploded inside him filling him up.
With a long growl Brendon slumped against the door.
They stayed like that for a long moment. Heavy breathing was the only sound in the room for several long moments. Dallon recovered first. He pushed away from Brendon, slowly pulling out. Both of them letting out soft moans at this action.
“No one can know about this.” He pulled his boxers back up. “No one, Dallon.” He cleared his throat then opened the door heading down to his bunk.
Dallon just watched him leave knowing damn well it would happen again. It had before and it would again. Every time they drank too much it happened.
He smiled slowly then went to his own bunk climbing in slowly before closing the curtain and going to sleep.
Across the isle from Brendon and Dallon’s bunks Spencer just rolled his eyes before turning to face the inside wall of his own bunk. “Idiots.” He whispered to himself before falling back to sleep.
The End :)
Author: kikistar
Word Count: 1315
Rating: R - NC-17
Pairing: Brendon and Dallon
POV: 3rd
Summary: Dallon and Brendon do something naughty in the back of the bus on the way to Chicago one night.
It’s a total work of FICTION and should be taken as such. Just something I wrote a long time ago with members from 30 Seconds to Mars as the lead characters. Just changed the names. lol
The bus was making its way to Chicago when Brendon woke up. He walked into the small bathroom and splashed some water on his face. Damn it he was still drunk. He giggled at his reflection. He hadn’t been this drunk in a long time. Damn Brendon Boyd Urie and his stupid drinking games.
Slowly Brendon made his way back down to his bunk but decided to head to the lounge instead. Even though he was still extremely drunk and should most likely go back to bed, he wanted to sit in the back for a while and maybe sneak a smoke. What Spencer didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Right?
The second he shut the door he quickly found himself pressed against it. A flash of movement, and Brendon found his arms above his head caught between one strong right hand. The other hand was pressed in the middle of his back, holding him in place. A pair of hips with one phenomenally hard cock was flush against his ass making his breath catch in the back of his throat.
“There’s a rumor going around that you’re horny.” A low, breathy voice said. Heat from the other man’s mouth fanned against his cheek.
“Is there?” Brendon leaned back against the assailant’s chest.
He felt him nod.
Brendon slowly smiled. “What’re you going to do about it?”
A rock hard cock pressed harder against his ass.
He let out a whimper.
“What the fuck do you think I’m going to do about it?” the voice growled. “I’m going to fuck you through this damn door.”
Brendon shuddered. His breath quickening.
The hand in his back slid down to his hip and squeezed hard. “Or should I just leave?” the voice half whispered in his ear making him press back against that still very hard cock rubbing against his ass.
“Eager, are we?” he heard a small laugh in the strangers voice.
“Feels to me like you’re the eager one.” Brendon growled again rubbing his ass deeper onto the cock behind him.
Teeth found his earlobe, pulling hard.
Brendon moaned.
“Don’t get smart with me, little man.” The words tickled Brendon’s ear making him shudder.
“Or what?”
“Or I might just have to leave you here without your fuck.”
Brendon tensed. “You wouldn’t?”
A soft laugh and a tongue traced the outline of his ear and jaw. Brendon moaned out grinding his hips anew. “I wouldn’t do that to you, baby.” he was reassured.
The free hand moved over the front of Brendon‘s boxer briefs. “Aahhh you like that, don‘t you?” The stranger licked Brendon’s neck.
“No.” Brendon spat sarcastically.
The hand smacked him not so gently across the ass, making Brendon yelp.
“What’d I say about being smart?”
“Well, if you’d fuck me already, I wouldn’t have the time or inclination to be smart.” he shot back.
A grin. “Touché.”
The hand moved slowly across the bulge in Brendon’s boxers to rest on the front of his own sweat pants. He pulled them down so fast there was a slight breeze that tickled Brendon’s legs making him giggle.
“No laughing.” The voice said with a slight chuckle.
He could feel the stranger’s erection between his legs and he moaned out. “Fuck. . . . . fuck me already, Dallon.” he begged.
Dallon released his hands at this statement. He couldn’t believe he knew it was him. Brendon slowly turning to face him.
“Are we still doing this or what?” Brendon giggled then swayed a bit.
Dallon smirked. “You really want this?” He took Brendon’s hand placing it on his cock. “You really want me to fuck you?”
“Yes. Fuck yes.” he gave Dallon’s cock a slight squeeze.
“God you have such a dirty little mouth.” Dallon leaned in ceasing his lips. Dallon pulled Brendon’s hand away from his cock pulling it back up over his head.
“Fuck me, Dallon. Please.”
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” Dallon growled. “you’re gonna feel me for a fuckin’ week.”
Brendon moaned. “Oh yeah?”
“Oh yeah.” Dallon pressed Brendon’s hands hard against the door. “Keep those up there!” He ordered, then released his grip. He used his now freed hand to grasp Brendon’s hair, pulling his head back sharply. “Gonna shove my cock in you so hard.” He bit and licked at Brendon’s bare neck, leaving vivid red marks.
“Fuck yeah, Dallon.” Brendon gasped.
Dallon spun Brendon around so his chest was pressed against the fake wood door. A slow smile crossing Brendon’s lips as he anticipated what was about to happen to him. He could hear Dallon’s spit on his hand and knew it was gonna hurt, without lube being handy; but fuck if he cared, He just wanted Dallon inside him and he wanted it NOW!!
The head of Dallon’s cock pressed against the tight ring of muscles making Brendon wince before slowly pushing in. Despite Dallon’s promise of a hard fucking, he was careful. He slid in slowly. By the time he was halfway in, he was panting heavily. Brendon couldn’t stop moaning; the sound seemed amplified against the door. One of Dallon’s hands came up to his mouth covering it. There was no way he wanted anyone on the bus to hear them. Especially not Spencer. “Ready to be fucked?” His voice a low moan.
Brendon whimpered.
“I asked you if you were ready to be fucked.” Dallon smiled from ear to ear then slowly removed his hand from Brendon’s face.
“Fuck yes,” Brendon groaned. “So fucking ready. Fuck me hard, Dallon Weekes!”
The first thrust felt fantastic. Dallon’s cock was enormous inside him. Brendon immediately began thrusting back against him, still moaning. The rhythm grew steadily faster and harder, until Brendon was pressed flush against the door.
“You’re so fucking tight around me.” Dallon growled. His breath fanned hot against Brendon’s ear.
Brendon bit his lip. His hair clung to his forehead, darkened with sweat. His head fell back on Dallon’s shoulder. Dallon’s free hand pulled his head to the side, their tongues grappled in a kiss.
Thrust after thrust Dallon dove deeper and deeper into Brendon.
Brendon’s mind was swimming. He had never felt something so painfully wonderful in all his life. That’s when Dallon decided to play with him. His thrusts started to slow to the point of just the head of his cock was inside of Brendon, before he thrust back in. Brendon bit his lip so hard he could taste the blood.
He clawed at the door knowing damn well he was leaving some form of marks in it.
Dallon’s pace grew more intense. And then Brendon felt it. The telltale spasms in his balls. The pooling heat in his stomach. He felt himself tighten around Dallon’s cock. He knew he was almost there. He was about to cum. Dallon’s cock struck his spot with every thrust.
“Oh fuck, Dallon!” He cried out as he clenched hand over his own mouth. Then his entire body tensed. Whimpers fell from his lips as Dallon continued to drive again and again into him, prolonging his orgasm making him shudder. The clenching of his muscles soon drove Dallon to orgasm as well. Dallon exploded inside him filling him up.
With a long growl Brendon slumped against the door.
They stayed like that for a long moment. Heavy breathing was the only sound in the room for several long moments. Dallon recovered first. He pushed away from Brendon, slowly pulling out. Both of them letting out soft moans at this action.
“No one can know about this.” He pulled his boxers back up. “No one, Dallon.” He cleared his throat then opened the door heading down to his bunk.
Dallon just watched him leave knowing damn well it would happen again. It had before and it would again. Every time they drank too much it happened.
He smiled slowly then went to his own bunk climbing in slowly before closing the curtain and going to sleep.
Across the isle from Brendon and Dallon’s bunks Spencer just rolled his eyes before turning to face the inside wall of his own bunk. “Idiots.” He whispered to himself before falling back to sleep.
The End :)