Xmas fic: Jon/Brendon for lokte
I'm so incredibly behind on those Xmasfics I promised to write people, but I'm slowly getting there, and determined to do it. Anyways, lokte asked for experienced!Brendon/inexperienced!Jon and this is what happened. R-ish, for content, but the sex is sort of a fade-to-black thing.
Tom insisted that Jon was still pretty much a virgin. Jon disagreed, which only made Tom even more vehement.
The criteria for it was this: Jon liked boys, but Jon had never had sex with a boy. Had never done much more than make out with a boy or two on a dare or in a club when he had a drink in his hand. Tom also insisted that the two girls Jon had had sex with (the first time, because it was what he was apparently supposed to do- go to a party, find a girl, fuck her. The second time because he hadn’t enjoyed the first time, suspected he knew why, and just wanted to make sure that it hadn’t just been a bad experience. It hadn’t) didn’t count, hence the virginity thing.
The thing was, though, that even if Jon was an almost-virgin, it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault because there were no guys around for Jon to do anything with. Jon spent his life hanging with the same group of friends (and as much as he loved Tom, and the thought had crossed his mind, once or twice in a ‘Tom’s kinda hot’ way, he really didn’t want to go down that route. Or with Nick or Sean or any of the others, really).
When he wasn’t hanging with his friends, he was on tour with them, teching to make a bit of cash, have a few laughs, and everyone there was strictly off limits. It was a self imposed rule that everyone, especially the exceptionally friendly Bill, thought was ridiculous, but it was important to Jon to maintain some sort of semblance of decency- he’d seen the aftermath of his friends’ relationships enough to know that he couldn’t deal with that on tour, wouldn’t want to ruin the best time of his life.
And suggestions of hooking up with a random guy- from a venue, from a bar, from the fans who’re there to see the band- doesn’t appeal. He’d known those girls well enough, from school, from college, enough that he’d been awkward around them afterwards when he’d had to see them on a daily basis.
What it all boils down to is that Jon Walker is 21, has never had sex with a guy, and currently has a Brendon Urie in his lap, nuzzling at his neck.
Jon isn’t entirely sure how this happened, other than that some time a few months back, still on tour with The Academy Is…, he befriends one Ryan Ross who is on the verges of a temper tantrum over a broken pedal, goes home from tour, gets a call, gets on a plane and is suddenly a member of what Pete tells him is ‘a very up and coming band, trust me, you’d be an idiot to say no’ when the band asks him to stay on permanently.
Jon isn’t an idiot, so he says yes, but what he hadn’t realised was that saying yes was also saying yes to Brendon worming his hand into Jon’s pants. They’re not even drunk and Brendon is kissing him, soft and leisurely, like they have all the time in the world, like Ryan and Spencer aren’t going to be back from their Starbucks run at any minute.
“Brendon,” Jon protests, and Brendon seems to take that as a ‘hurry please’ rather than a ‘maybe this isn’t a good idea’.
Brendon smirks. “Impatient, aren’t you? Stop trying to pretend you haven’t wanted this for months. I know I have.”
Jon swallows hard, because it’s true. He has. He hadn’t been sure what it was, exactly, but he’d been drawn to Brendon, intrigued by him. He hadn’t joined the band because of Brendon, but getting to spend time with him, was an added bonus Jon hadn’t expected. It brought up feelings Jon had never intended to act on, but Brendon obviously had different plans.
Brendon gets out of Jon’s lap, and Jon can’t help the noise of disappointment he makes. Brendon laughs and drops to his knees.
“Let’s see this bad boy,” Brendon says with a wide grin, and Jon finds he can’t really move, even though he kind of wants to laugh. He lets Brendon undo his jeans, lets Brendon pull his dick out, fingers loose around it. Jon’s thankful for that loose grip- it’s been years since anyone but Jon had a hand on his dick, and never since someone held Jon’s dick and looked at it with smug delight like Brendon’s doing- because otherwise he might ruin the whole moment by coming too soon.
“Fuck,” Jon says, when Brendon licks his lips, and Brendon cocks his head to the side.
“Not today,” he tells him. “But that’s definitely on the agenda. If you want, I mean.”
Jon hopes Brendon takes his wordless groan as an ‘Oh god yes please!’
~~~
A week passes before they get to spend the night in a hotel. It wasn’t unusual for Brendon and Jon to share a room, and for awhile Jon had felt strange, like he was sneaking around, hiding this whatever it was with Brendon from the rest of the band.
And then Spencer had stuck the keycard in his door, glanced down the hallway at where Jon was nervously standing outside his and Brendon’s room, and said “Have a good night, Jon,” with a waggle of his eyebrows that let Jon know that Spencer and Ryan knew exactly what he’d be getting up to tonight.
Jon’s cheeks had blushed pink and Spencer’s soft laugh was enough motivation to push the door open and step into the room.
And now there Jon is. In the room. Unable to move or talk or even think anything beyond ‘Brendon is naked on the bed’ over and over and over with a mix of hysteria and delight.
Jon isn’t an idiot, even if he’s never done this before. He knows how it works, he’s seen the porn and also from that one time when he walked in on Pete and Patrick- that he and Patrick had vowed (and had made a reluctant Pete vow) to never speak of again. But it’s different to thinking about it and reading about it and seeing porn stars do it, than it is to see Brendon lying back on the bed, legs spread, preparing himself. A part of Jon thinks he should be disgusted (it just doesn’t look hygienic, and it makes him wonder when he turned into his mother, which, no, not something he wants to think about in a moment like this) but it’s just really, really hot. It’s the knowing that Brendon is doing this for Jon, that Jon is going to be the one to turn those soft breathless noises Brendon’s making now, into gasps and moans.
“Jon,” Brendon says. “Jon, I’m ready. Fuck, you should, please. Now, I need you.”
Jon’s probably never undressed so quickly in his life.
He feels like an idiot, crawling across the bed to Brendon, naked and painfully hard. Brendon helps him roll a condom on with slick fingers, sliding his hand down Jon’s length. His grip is tight and Jon closes his eyes at the thought of what it’s going to feel like to be inside Brendon.
“Come on,” Brendon says impatiently, reaching down and helping as Jon presses inside.
All Jon can remember afterwards is how it had felt so right, how he wanted to do this forever, how Brendon had arched up and kissed him when he came.
“Wow,” is all he can say for some time afterwards, which makes Brendon laugh and press kisses to the tip of his nose and along his eyebrows.
“We get to do that again sometime, right?” Jon asks when he can properly string words together again.
Brendon laughs and shifts closer. “Definitely. I have a lot of plans for you, Jon Walker. Things I think we need to try. Marvellous, wonderful things that will make tonight pale in comparison,” he says, and Jon gives him a surprised look.
“It gets better?”
“Oh man,” Brendon says, and kisses him. “You have no idea.”
Tom insisted that Jon was still pretty much a virgin. Jon disagreed, which only made Tom even more vehement.
The criteria for it was this: Jon liked boys, but Jon had never had sex with a boy. Had never done much more than make out with a boy or two on a dare or in a club when he had a drink in his hand. Tom also insisted that the two girls Jon had had sex with (the first time, because it was what he was apparently supposed to do- go to a party, find a girl, fuck her. The second time because he hadn’t enjoyed the first time, suspected he knew why, and just wanted to make sure that it hadn’t just been a bad experience. It hadn’t) didn’t count, hence the virginity thing.
The thing was, though, that even if Jon was an almost-virgin, it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault because there were no guys around for Jon to do anything with. Jon spent his life hanging with the same group of friends (and as much as he loved Tom, and the thought had crossed his mind, once or twice in a ‘Tom’s kinda hot’ way, he really didn’t want to go down that route. Or with Nick or Sean or any of the others, really).
When he wasn’t hanging with his friends, he was on tour with them, teching to make a bit of cash, have a few laughs, and everyone there was strictly off limits. It was a self imposed rule that everyone, especially the exceptionally friendly Bill, thought was ridiculous, but it was important to Jon to maintain some sort of semblance of decency- he’d seen the aftermath of his friends’ relationships enough to know that he couldn’t deal with that on tour, wouldn’t want to ruin the best time of his life.
And suggestions of hooking up with a random guy- from a venue, from a bar, from the fans who’re there to see the band- doesn’t appeal. He’d known those girls well enough, from school, from college, enough that he’d been awkward around them afterwards when he’d had to see them on a daily basis.
What it all boils down to is that Jon Walker is 21, has never had sex with a guy, and currently has a Brendon Urie in his lap, nuzzling at his neck.
Jon isn’t entirely sure how this happened, other than that some time a few months back, still on tour with The Academy Is…, he befriends one Ryan Ross who is on the verges of a temper tantrum over a broken pedal, goes home from tour, gets a call, gets on a plane and is suddenly a member of what Pete tells him is ‘a very up and coming band, trust me, you’d be an idiot to say no’ when the band asks him to stay on permanently.
Jon isn’t an idiot, so he says yes, but what he hadn’t realised was that saying yes was also saying yes to Brendon worming his hand into Jon’s pants. They’re not even drunk and Brendon is kissing him, soft and leisurely, like they have all the time in the world, like Ryan and Spencer aren’t going to be back from their Starbucks run at any minute.
“Brendon,” Jon protests, and Brendon seems to take that as a ‘hurry please’ rather than a ‘maybe this isn’t a good idea’.
Brendon smirks. “Impatient, aren’t you? Stop trying to pretend you haven’t wanted this for months. I know I have.”
Jon swallows hard, because it’s true. He has. He hadn’t been sure what it was, exactly, but he’d been drawn to Brendon, intrigued by him. He hadn’t joined the band because of Brendon, but getting to spend time with him, was an added bonus Jon hadn’t expected. It brought up feelings Jon had never intended to act on, but Brendon obviously had different plans.
Brendon gets out of Jon’s lap, and Jon can’t help the noise of disappointment he makes. Brendon laughs and drops to his knees.
“Let’s see this bad boy,” Brendon says with a wide grin, and Jon finds he can’t really move, even though he kind of wants to laugh. He lets Brendon undo his jeans, lets Brendon pull his dick out, fingers loose around it. Jon’s thankful for that loose grip- it’s been years since anyone but Jon had a hand on his dick, and never since someone held Jon’s dick and looked at it with smug delight like Brendon’s doing- because otherwise he might ruin the whole moment by coming too soon.
“Fuck,” Jon says, when Brendon licks his lips, and Brendon cocks his head to the side.
“Not today,” he tells him. “But that’s definitely on the agenda. If you want, I mean.”
Jon hopes Brendon takes his wordless groan as an ‘Oh god yes please!’
~~~
A week passes before they get to spend the night in a hotel. It wasn’t unusual for Brendon and Jon to share a room, and for awhile Jon had felt strange, like he was sneaking around, hiding this whatever it was with Brendon from the rest of the band.
And then Spencer had stuck the keycard in his door, glanced down the hallway at where Jon was nervously standing outside his and Brendon’s room, and said “Have a good night, Jon,” with a waggle of his eyebrows that let Jon know that Spencer and Ryan knew exactly what he’d be getting up to tonight.
Jon’s cheeks had blushed pink and Spencer’s soft laugh was enough motivation to push the door open and step into the room.
And now there Jon is. In the room. Unable to move or talk or even think anything beyond ‘Brendon is naked on the bed’ over and over and over with a mix of hysteria and delight.
Jon isn’t an idiot, even if he’s never done this before. He knows how it works, he’s seen the porn and also from that one time when he walked in on Pete and Patrick- that he and Patrick had vowed (and had made a reluctant Pete vow) to never speak of again. But it’s different to thinking about it and reading about it and seeing porn stars do it, than it is to see Brendon lying back on the bed, legs spread, preparing himself. A part of Jon thinks he should be disgusted (it just doesn’t look hygienic, and it makes him wonder when he turned into his mother, which, no, not something he wants to think about in a moment like this) but it’s just really, really hot. It’s the knowing that Brendon is doing this for Jon, that Jon is going to be the one to turn those soft breathless noises Brendon’s making now, into gasps and moans.
“Jon,” Brendon says. “Jon, I’m ready. Fuck, you should, please. Now, I need you.”
Jon’s probably never undressed so quickly in his life.
He feels like an idiot, crawling across the bed to Brendon, naked and painfully hard. Brendon helps him roll a condom on with slick fingers, sliding his hand down Jon’s length. His grip is tight and Jon closes his eyes at the thought of what it’s going to feel like to be inside Brendon.
“Come on,” Brendon says impatiently, reaching down and helping as Jon presses inside.
All Jon can remember afterwards is how it had felt so right, how he wanted to do this forever, how Brendon had arched up and kissed him when he came.
“Wow,” is all he can say for some time afterwards, which makes Brendon laugh and press kisses to the tip of his nose and along his eyebrows.
“We get to do that again sometime, right?” Jon asks when he can properly string words together again.
Brendon laughs and shifts closer. “Definitely. I have a lot of plans for you, Jon Walker. Things I think we need to try. Marvellous, wonderful things that will make tonight pale in comparison,” he says, and Jon gives him a surprised look.
“It gets better?”
“Oh man,” Brendon says, and kisses him. “You have no idea.”