Naughty Nurse
Title :Naughty Nurse
Summary :Brendon has a fetish.
Author :bcuziloveyou (Ashley)
Rating :R
Warnings: Cross-dressing!
Author's Notes : My second fic ever! I'm actually really proud that I wrote this because I had originally given up on it.Please comment telling me what you think. God knows I need constructive criticism. For the cross-dressing prompt at ChokeMyFiction. Sorry this is late :/
Brendon had a secret. He had kept it from everyone because of that fact that it was kind of weird. He loved to dress in women’s clothes. And not just jeans and t-shirts, no, Brendon loved skirts, blouses, dresses, and even women’s lingerie. Back when he was a teenager he would spend hours in his moms closet when his parents were gone. He loved the feeling of smooth silk and soft cotton. The way it caressed his body unlike the clothes he normally wore. Once he was old enough he had started buying women’s clothes of his own. He loved the empowerment and sexiness it made him feel. Especially when he started buying dirty costumes and role-playing outfits he felt like no one could stop him. He had accustomed an entire closet full of outfits including shoes, lingerie, and different accessories. When he started touring he didn't get the luxury of being able to spend hours dressing up and trying on clothes. He was unable to find any time when none of the guys would stumble across his weird habit. He had just learned to live without it for a longer period of time and wished for alone time on the bus to indulge in his kink. He missed the feeling of being sexy and the confidence it made him feel. Sure, being out on stage every night gave him confidence, but not the kind that he got from trying on his favorite outfits. He couldn’t get the same high as he did when he tried on his French maid outfit, for example. He couldn’t stare at himself in the mirrors for hours adjusting and accessorizing to make things just right. So when he stumbled across a naughty nurse outfit almost exactly like his, including stockings and boots, in his bunk on a seemingly empty bus he thought it was his only chance
It had started as a joke. Jon had thought it would be hilarious to buy Brendon a naughty nurse outfit complete with stockings, undergarments, and tall white boots. When he seen it in the Halloween store at some stop of the tour he could just imagine the bitch face Brendon would give him upon finding it in his bunk. He also had a quick flash of Brendon wearing the costume but thought it ridiculous and pushed the thought out of his mind. He hastily bought it with a chuckle and ran back to the bus to plant the costume. Lucky for Jon, Brendon was nowhere to be found when he entered the bus. He quickly put the costume in Brendon's bunk and sat in the back lounge in anticipation of Brendon's arrival and finding of the costume. Finally he heard the telltale sign of the slamming bus door and Brendon humming some Disney song. He waited in silence for Brendon to get to his bunk and see the surprise waiting within. But instead of hearing a yell of "what the fuck" or something of the like he heard a breathy gasp and something muttered under Brendon's breathe that he couldn't quite hear. He sat there in silence as he heard the crinkle of the costume being opened and the sound of a zipper being undone. He started to get a little nervous when he heard the clank of the white boots on the floor. Before he could get the balls to call out Brendon was walking into the back lounge in the costume. Jon was amazed at how good Brendon looked in the outfit. The short dress ended high up on his milky white thighs that were covered by the stockings and the boots made his legs look longer and even more appealing. Jon could see the tiniest hint of the white lacy underwear hiding just underneath the slit in the dress and the full roundness of Brendon’s ass just out of sight. Jon's mouth went dry at the thought of what Brendon would look like in only the lacy underwear, boots, stockings and the little nurse cap perched precariously on his head. The sight alone made Jon's dick twitch in interest.
Brendon on the other hand was frozen to his spot at the door to the back lounge. His mouth gaped open and he was completely speechless, he had no idea how to explain his fetish to Jon. But before he could start spewing random excuses Jon said two words that changed his entire perspective on the situation.
"Holy shit."
Brendon now realized the look on Jon's face wasn't disgust, but lust. So instead of turning around and booking it he sauntered towards Jon with an added swing to his hips.
"Do you like what you see, Jon?"
He took Jon's silence and wide eyes as a yes and straddled Jon's thighs.
Jon could hardly believe what was going on. He had a lapful of Brendon in a naughty nurse costume and a raging hardon. Brendon just smirked at him and started rolling his hips down against Jon's. Jon couldn't take it anymore and smashed his lips against Brendon's with bruising force. Brendon licked at the seam of his lips and Jon opened for him as their tongues clashed for dominance. Brendon's hands slowly made their way to Jon's jeans and unbuttoned and unzipped them. Before Jon could say anything he had started pumping his cock with a perfect rhythm. Jon didn't want it to be over too soon so he pushed Brendon off of him.
"I want you to strip for me. Slowly. Leave the boots and the hat on."
Brendon just looked at him with a smirk and nodded. He slowly began to unzip the dress, revealing more and more of his pale skin. He moaned at the feeling of the fabric rustling against his hard dick and reached down to touch himself. He hadn't even realized he had closed his eyes until he heard a sharp gasp from Jon. He finished unzipping the dress and shrugged it off his shoulders. He now stood in the silky white underwear with his hard cock straining to be let out. He tweaked a nipple and began to touch himself again. He pushed the underwear down his thighs and flung it at Jon. Jon’s eyes were wide as he took in Brendon’s naked form standing in front of him. He knew he had to take advantage of the situation before Brendon realized how stupid this was and left.
"Get on your knees. I want you to suck me off."
He did as Jon told him to and sank down in front of Jon. He pulled his achingly hard dick back out of his boxers and carefully licked the tip. He swirled his tongue around it before lowering his mouth down. It definitely was not the first time he had done it and was able to take Jon almost all the way. He moaned when he felt the head hit the back of his throat and licked his way back up to the head.
"Oh fuck Bren, you have no idea how hot you look like this, with your lips wrapped around my dick, oh god."
Hearing Jon moan made him want to make it as good as possible for Jon so he could hear that noise again. Jon always seemed so composed and he loved to see him look wrecked as he sucked his dick. He went all the way back down again and Jon's hand came to the back of his head. He began to fuck Brendon's mouth forcefully and Brendon just looked at him through his eyelashes and took it. He knew his voice would be fucked up but he could care less. Jon was thrusting relentlessly and Brendon started gagging but just took it anyways, he would do anything just to hear Jon moan his name again. Finally he pushed all the way back and stayed still as he came down Brendon’s throat, moaning his name.
Brendon just swallowed it down and let go of Jon's dick with a wet pop.
"Jon please touch me, please, please, please"
Jon pulled Brendon into his lap and began stroking his dick with practiced ease. He used all the tricks he liked on himself and had Brendon squirming and moaning in his lap. Feeling Brendon moving around was almost enough to get his sensitive cock hard again.
Jon pumped Brendon quickly and it didn't take him long to spill over Jon's hand and his own torso. He lay panting against Jon's neck, still in his stockings and boots. He had guessed the hat had gotten knocked off and reminded himself to find it so he could keep the whole costume. He started to get up but Jon's strong arms kept him in place.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"I was just gonna go clean up."
"Well its snuggle time, so you're not going anywhere."
Brendon just laid his head on Jon's shoulder and closed his eyes.
"Hey, so I saw this cop costume when I bought this one and maybe..."
"Yes. Now shutup and go to sleep."
Summary :Brendon has a fetish.
Author :bcuziloveyou (Ashley)
Rating :R
Warnings: Cross-dressing!
Author's Notes : My second fic ever! I'm actually really proud that I wrote this because I had originally given up on it.Please comment telling me what you think. God knows I need constructive criticism. For the cross-dressing prompt at ChokeMyFiction. Sorry this is late :/
Brendon had a secret. He had kept it from everyone because of that fact that it was kind of weird. He loved to dress in women’s clothes. And not just jeans and t-shirts, no, Brendon loved skirts, blouses, dresses, and even women’s lingerie. Back when he was a teenager he would spend hours in his moms closet when his parents were gone. He loved the feeling of smooth silk and soft cotton. The way it caressed his body unlike the clothes he normally wore. Once he was old enough he had started buying women’s clothes of his own. He loved the empowerment and sexiness it made him feel. Especially when he started buying dirty costumes and role-playing outfits he felt like no one could stop him. He had accustomed an entire closet full of outfits including shoes, lingerie, and different accessories. When he started touring he didn't get the luxury of being able to spend hours dressing up and trying on clothes. He was unable to find any time when none of the guys would stumble across his weird habit. He had just learned to live without it for a longer period of time and wished for alone time on the bus to indulge in his kink. He missed the feeling of being sexy and the confidence it made him feel. Sure, being out on stage every night gave him confidence, but not the kind that he got from trying on his favorite outfits. He couldn’t get the same high as he did when he tried on his French maid outfit, for example. He couldn’t stare at himself in the mirrors for hours adjusting and accessorizing to make things just right. So when he stumbled across a naughty nurse outfit almost exactly like his, including stockings and boots, in his bunk on a seemingly empty bus he thought it was his only chance
It had started as a joke. Jon had thought it would be hilarious to buy Brendon a naughty nurse outfit complete with stockings, undergarments, and tall white boots. When he seen it in the Halloween store at some stop of the tour he could just imagine the bitch face Brendon would give him upon finding it in his bunk. He also had a quick flash of Brendon wearing the costume but thought it ridiculous and pushed the thought out of his mind. He hastily bought it with a chuckle and ran back to the bus to plant the costume. Lucky for Jon, Brendon was nowhere to be found when he entered the bus. He quickly put the costume in Brendon's bunk and sat in the back lounge in anticipation of Brendon's arrival and finding of the costume. Finally he heard the telltale sign of the slamming bus door and Brendon humming some Disney song. He waited in silence for Brendon to get to his bunk and see the surprise waiting within. But instead of hearing a yell of "what the fuck" or something of the like he heard a breathy gasp and something muttered under Brendon's breathe that he couldn't quite hear. He sat there in silence as he heard the crinkle of the costume being opened and the sound of a zipper being undone. He started to get a little nervous when he heard the clank of the white boots on the floor. Before he could get the balls to call out Brendon was walking into the back lounge in the costume. Jon was amazed at how good Brendon looked in the outfit. The short dress ended high up on his milky white thighs that were covered by the stockings and the boots made his legs look longer and even more appealing. Jon could see the tiniest hint of the white lacy underwear hiding just underneath the slit in the dress and the full roundness of Brendon’s ass just out of sight. Jon's mouth went dry at the thought of what Brendon would look like in only the lacy underwear, boots, stockings and the little nurse cap perched precariously on his head. The sight alone made Jon's dick twitch in interest.
Brendon on the other hand was frozen to his spot at the door to the back lounge. His mouth gaped open and he was completely speechless, he had no idea how to explain his fetish to Jon. But before he could start spewing random excuses Jon said two words that changed his entire perspective on the situation.
"Holy shit."
Brendon now realized the look on Jon's face wasn't disgust, but lust. So instead of turning around and booking it he sauntered towards Jon with an added swing to his hips.
"Do you like what you see, Jon?"
He took Jon's silence and wide eyes as a yes and straddled Jon's thighs.
Jon could hardly believe what was going on. He had a lapful of Brendon in a naughty nurse costume and a raging hardon. Brendon just smirked at him and started rolling his hips down against Jon's. Jon couldn't take it anymore and smashed his lips against Brendon's with bruising force. Brendon licked at the seam of his lips and Jon opened for him as their tongues clashed for dominance. Brendon's hands slowly made their way to Jon's jeans and unbuttoned and unzipped them. Before Jon could say anything he had started pumping his cock with a perfect rhythm. Jon didn't want it to be over too soon so he pushed Brendon off of him.
"I want you to strip for me. Slowly. Leave the boots and the hat on."
Brendon just looked at him with a smirk and nodded. He slowly began to unzip the dress, revealing more and more of his pale skin. He moaned at the feeling of the fabric rustling against his hard dick and reached down to touch himself. He hadn't even realized he had closed his eyes until he heard a sharp gasp from Jon. He finished unzipping the dress and shrugged it off his shoulders. He now stood in the silky white underwear with his hard cock straining to be let out. He tweaked a nipple and began to touch himself again. He pushed the underwear down his thighs and flung it at Jon. Jon’s eyes were wide as he took in Brendon’s naked form standing in front of him. He knew he had to take advantage of the situation before Brendon realized how stupid this was and left.
"Get on your knees. I want you to suck me off."
He did as Jon told him to and sank down in front of Jon. He pulled his achingly hard dick back out of his boxers and carefully licked the tip. He swirled his tongue around it before lowering his mouth down. It definitely was not the first time he had done it and was able to take Jon almost all the way. He moaned when he felt the head hit the back of his throat and licked his way back up to the head.
"Oh fuck Bren, you have no idea how hot you look like this, with your lips wrapped around my dick, oh god."
Hearing Jon moan made him want to make it as good as possible for Jon so he could hear that noise again. Jon always seemed so composed and he loved to see him look wrecked as he sucked his dick. He went all the way back down again and Jon's hand came to the back of his head. He began to fuck Brendon's mouth forcefully and Brendon just looked at him through his eyelashes and took it. He knew his voice would be fucked up but he could care less. Jon was thrusting relentlessly and Brendon started gagging but just took it anyways, he would do anything just to hear Jon moan his name again. Finally he pushed all the way back and stayed still as he came down Brendon’s throat, moaning his name.
Brendon just swallowed it down and let go of Jon's dick with a wet pop.
"Jon please touch me, please, please, please"
Jon pulled Brendon into his lap and began stroking his dick with practiced ease. He used all the tricks he liked on himself and had Brendon squirming and moaning in his lap. Feeling Brendon moving around was almost enough to get his sensitive cock hard again.
Jon pumped Brendon quickly and it didn't take him long to spill over Jon's hand and his own torso. He lay panting against Jon's neck, still in his stockings and boots. He had guessed the hat had gotten knocked off and reminded himself to find it so he could keep the whole costume. He started to get up but Jon's strong arms kept him in place.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"I was just gonna go clean up."
"Well its snuggle time, so you're not going anywhere."
Brendon just laid his head on Jon's shoulder and closed his eyes.
"Hey, so I saw this cop costume when I bought this one and maybe..."
"Yes. Now shutup and go to sleep."