Ending One
Ryan tells him to go for it
“Well, shit, dude, go for it.”
“Gee, thanks,” Brendon muttered.
“I mean it, Brendon,” Ryan said. “You keep coming up with these stupid ass excuses for not doing anything about it. And that girl after the show in Indiana the other week was hot.” Brendon rolled his eyes. “I just mean, usually you don’t seem to actually want to hook up with people. If you’re actually considering it with this person, why not?”
When Ryan put it like that, it was fairly obvious that nothing was stopping him.
He went back downstairs, leaving Ryan to his poetry and lyrics. Everyone was wasted, which was par for the course. Brendon hung out for a while, sipping his drink and watching from the sidelines as Eric and the Butcher played a high stakes game of quarters. Everyone was cheering them on, but Brendon kept getting distracted, paying more attention to Disashi. It was just Disashi-he didn’t even look any different from normal, but he did, somehow.
Disashi had to be aware of the attention Brendon was paying him. Disashi was actually fairly obvious, from the way a sly smile kept tugging at the corner of his lips, and the way he flicked quick glances in Brendon’s direction.
“I think I’m going to get some shut-eye,” Disashi announced, and no one really noticed. He bent to whisper something to Matt and Travis, who waved in his general direction, cheering on the game. Disashi gave Brendon a significant look as he left.
Brendon waited a while, and even though he was casual about it, he saw the look Jon gave him as he left. Like he knew exactly what was going on and found it wildly amusing. Brendon could have died from embarrassment, but it didn’t stop him from making his way upstairs to the bedroom at the end of the hall.
Disashi was all spread out on the bed in nothing but his boxers, his skin bright against the pale silver sheets. “We gonna do this?” He pushed the comforter off the edge of the bed with his toe. Something about the move made it seem like an invitation.
“I-” Brendon swallowed hard and nodded his head. “Yeah.” Then, to prove a point, maybe to himself, he tugged his shirt up over his head and tossed it aside.
“C’mere.” Disashi crooked a finger. Brendon went, unbuttoning and pushing down his jeans as he did. He left them in a pile by the foot of the bed. Brendon fidgeted, looked at his hands. “Come here,” Disashi said, voice soft but insistent. He reached out, hands closing around Brendon’s hips. He tugged just a little.
“’Sashi.” Brendon didn’t realise he was shaking until he put his hands on Disashi’s shoulders. He stared at the contrast of his skin against Disashi’s and thought it looked nice.
Kissing was easy. Brendon had done plenty of that. Spencer was a pro at kissing, and Pete was up for anything above the waist. Not to mention the countless drunken nights with boys and girls at various clubs and backstage. It had always ended at kissing, and maybe a little rubbing through clothes, but still, this he could do. He leaned in and caught Disashi’s bottom lip between his own once, twice, then bit down gently. Disashi’s mouth curved into a smile.
They fell into any easy rhythm, giving and taking kisses. The beating of Brendon’s heart slowed from frantic and he let Disashi pull him down to the bed, hip pressing into Disashi’s thigh. The first stroke of Disashi’s hand up his side made him jump, but Disashi just kissed him deeper and Brendon settled into the touch. Disashi’s hands were big, but his touch was soft and light, sending shivers up Brendon’s spine. And this was nice. It wasn’t anything new or revelatory, but it was nice.
As if he sensed it, Disashi moved again, lying back. He pulled at Brendon’s leg until Brendon was straddling him. Through their boxers he could feel Disashi’s cock pressing against the curve of his ass.
Brendon hadn’t thought about losing his virginity to another guy. Ryan had only been half-joking about the offers Brendon had got. But Brendon had always thought it would be with a girl. Or maybe if it was with a guy (maybe a guy in his band who would remain nameless), Brendon would be the one doing the fucking. He wasn’t opposed to the idea of a guy, or anything, but he’d never got excited by the thought of having a guy fuck him. Except the feel of Disashi pressed up against him with only a thin barrier of cloth was really damn exciting.
Experimentally he pushed his ass back, grinding down. That got a groan from Disashi, whose hands turned firm and purposeful. He reached between their bodies, hand slipping between boxers and skin. He didn’t tease. His hand closed right around Brendon’s dick and squeezed.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Brendon breathed. He shoved his hips into Disashi’s grip. Disashi thumbed the head of his cock, smearing precum and pumped his fist a couple times. Brendon hissed and gritted his teeth. He wasn’t going to come from a fucking hand job. That would be the lamest way to lose his virginity.
Brendon sat back on his heels and tugged at his boxers. Disashi took the hint and helped him get them the rest the way off. He lifted his own hips when Brendon pulled on his boxers. Brendon had seen plenty of guys naked, but he’d never thought about having their dicks up his ass, and alright, Disashi’s was a little intimidating.
That didn’t stop him from reaching out to touch, letting his fingers trail up the length. Disashi’s eyes fluttered closed and his hips twitched. Brendon figured if he was going to do this, he was going to do it right. He leaned down, aware of Disashi watching him, and closed his mouth around the head of Disashi’s cock.
And this was important, right? Monumental. His first time sucking cock. Only, it wasn’t that weird, really. He could sort of intuit what felt what, thinking about what would feel good on him. Disashi’s soft sounds of pleasure told him he was doing alright.
“Hey.” Disashi pulled gently on Brendon’s hair. “This is supposed to be about me helping you, right?”
Brendon lifted his head and smiled. “I thought the idea behind sex was mutual pleasure.”
Disashi’s expression could only be described as devious. “Yeah, well, there’s one method in particular that works pretty well for that.”
Brendon just watched as Disashi got out the lube and a condom, and his heart was racing again. So was his mind, wondering if this was right, because he wasn’t in love with Disashi. Of course, Disashi wasn’t in love with him, either, so it wasn’t like either of them was being misled.
“Wanna stop?” Disashi asked. His fingers were glistening with the lube and he looked ready. But his tone of voice told Brendon if he wanted to leave he could, and there would be no hard feelings.
Brendon shook his head. “No. Have you done this before?”
Disashi shrugged with one shoulder. He reached around Brendon’s waist, slick fingers searching and finding. Brendon gasped and arched his back as one finger circled his hole then pushed inside. “Fuck.”
“Bluejay’s up for new stuff. And I think that, contractually, I’m not allowed to say what goes on while we’re on tour, but…I know what I’m doing.”
Brendon laughed a little shakily, and Disashi twisted his finger deeper. Brendon found himself pushing back into the touch, surprised at himself. Disashi chuckled and slipped another finger in alongside the first, stretching them in opposite directions. It mostly just felt weird. Not bad, but not good, either. But he didn’t want to stop.
“Come here.” Disashi pulled him closer and wriggled his fingers and that felt a little better. Still weird. Disashi pushed another finger in and that burned, and not in a pleasant way. Brendon squeezed his eyes shut tight and tried to breathe through it. Disashi ran his hand down Brendon’s back and Brendon relaxed, but it still hurt.
“I think you should just…you know. Just do it,” Brendon panted. It was going to hurt no matter what. It was probably best just to get it out of the way all at once.
Disashi pulled his fingers out, and even though it hadn’t felt good, Brendon felt empty without them. He wanted them back.
Brendon fumbled with the condom wrapper, sliding down Disashi’s body, and rolled it down Disashi’s length. It was reassuring somehow, the way Disashi moved his hips into the touch and let out a hiss. He was as into this as Brendon was. He was helping him out, but he was having a good time, too.
Disashi helped him line it up and Brendon eased his hips back, felt the pressure against his ass and thought I can’t do this. It’s physically impossible. But Disashi rubbed circles into his hipbones and stroked him until he was fully hard again. Slowly, slowly Brendon began to relax, sinking down and down. Each inch was another burn, but the further down he got, the easier it got. The burn came with little shocks of pleasure, until his ass was resting against Disashi’s thighs and it felt good. Really good, when Disashi thrust his hips up and holy shit.
Brendon started to move and each move sent sparks skating down his spine through his cock. Disashi kept touching him and so what if it took, like, less than two minutes. He was a fucking virgin, okay? He started rocking faster and faster and Disashi stroked him in time and Brendon pressed his face into Disashi’s neck and came with a sharp cry.
If he said anything really embarrassing, Disashi never mentioned it. He just kept rocking with Brendon until he was finished, too. After he’d tied off the condom and thrown it away, he got Brendon a washcloth and lay down beside him. The bed was narrow and they were both sweaty and sticky, but it still felt nice to be touching Disashi.
“You good?” Disashi asked him, after a long time had passed. The party was still going on downstairs, music and laughter carrying through the floor. Brendon moved closer and Disashi threw an arm around his shoulders, hugging him near.
“Everyone said it wasn’t a big deal,” Brendon told him.
Disashi dropped a kiss on his temple. “It is,” he said.
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“Well, shit, dude, go for it.”
“Gee, thanks,” Brendon muttered.
“I mean it, Brendon,” Ryan said. “You keep coming up with these stupid ass excuses for not doing anything about it. And that girl after the show in Indiana the other week was hot.” Brendon rolled his eyes. “I just mean, usually you don’t seem to actually want to hook up with people. If you’re actually considering it with this person, why not?”
When Ryan put it like that, it was fairly obvious that nothing was stopping him.
He went back downstairs, leaving Ryan to his poetry and lyrics. Everyone was wasted, which was par for the course. Brendon hung out for a while, sipping his drink and watching from the sidelines as Eric and the Butcher played a high stakes game of quarters. Everyone was cheering them on, but Brendon kept getting distracted, paying more attention to Disashi. It was just Disashi-he didn’t even look any different from normal, but he did, somehow.
Disashi had to be aware of the attention Brendon was paying him. Disashi was actually fairly obvious, from the way a sly smile kept tugging at the corner of his lips, and the way he flicked quick glances in Brendon’s direction.
“I think I’m going to get some shut-eye,” Disashi announced, and no one really noticed. He bent to whisper something to Matt and Travis, who waved in his general direction, cheering on the game. Disashi gave Brendon a significant look as he left.
Brendon waited a while, and even though he was casual about it, he saw the look Jon gave him as he left. Like he knew exactly what was going on and found it wildly amusing. Brendon could have died from embarrassment, but it didn’t stop him from making his way upstairs to the bedroom at the end of the hall.
Disashi was all spread out on the bed in nothing but his boxers, his skin bright against the pale silver sheets. “We gonna do this?” He pushed the comforter off the edge of the bed with his toe. Something about the move made it seem like an invitation.
“I-” Brendon swallowed hard and nodded his head. “Yeah.” Then, to prove a point, maybe to himself, he tugged his shirt up over his head and tossed it aside.
“C’mere.” Disashi crooked a finger. Brendon went, unbuttoning and pushing down his jeans as he did. He left them in a pile by the foot of the bed. Brendon fidgeted, looked at his hands. “Come here,” Disashi said, voice soft but insistent. He reached out, hands closing around Brendon’s hips. He tugged just a little.
“’Sashi.” Brendon didn’t realise he was shaking until he put his hands on Disashi’s shoulders. He stared at the contrast of his skin against Disashi’s and thought it looked nice.
Kissing was easy. Brendon had done plenty of that. Spencer was a pro at kissing, and Pete was up for anything above the waist. Not to mention the countless drunken nights with boys and girls at various clubs and backstage. It had always ended at kissing, and maybe a little rubbing through clothes, but still, this he could do. He leaned in and caught Disashi’s bottom lip between his own once, twice, then bit down gently. Disashi’s mouth curved into a smile.
They fell into any easy rhythm, giving and taking kisses. The beating of Brendon’s heart slowed from frantic and he let Disashi pull him down to the bed, hip pressing into Disashi’s thigh. The first stroke of Disashi’s hand up his side made him jump, but Disashi just kissed him deeper and Brendon settled into the touch. Disashi’s hands were big, but his touch was soft and light, sending shivers up Brendon’s spine. And this was nice. It wasn’t anything new or revelatory, but it was nice.
As if he sensed it, Disashi moved again, lying back. He pulled at Brendon’s leg until Brendon was straddling him. Through their boxers he could feel Disashi’s cock pressing against the curve of his ass.
Brendon hadn’t thought about losing his virginity to another guy. Ryan had only been half-joking about the offers Brendon had got. But Brendon had always thought it would be with a girl. Or maybe if it was with a guy (maybe a guy in his band who would remain nameless), Brendon would be the one doing the fucking. He wasn’t opposed to the idea of a guy, or anything, but he’d never got excited by the thought of having a guy fuck him. Except the feel of Disashi pressed up against him with only a thin barrier of cloth was really damn exciting.
Experimentally he pushed his ass back, grinding down. That got a groan from Disashi, whose hands turned firm and purposeful. He reached between their bodies, hand slipping between boxers and skin. He didn’t tease. His hand closed right around Brendon’s dick and squeezed.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Brendon breathed. He shoved his hips into Disashi’s grip. Disashi thumbed the head of his cock, smearing precum and pumped his fist a couple times. Brendon hissed and gritted his teeth. He wasn’t going to come from a fucking hand job. That would be the lamest way to lose his virginity.
Brendon sat back on his heels and tugged at his boxers. Disashi took the hint and helped him get them the rest the way off. He lifted his own hips when Brendon pulled on his boxers. Brendon had seen plenty of guys naked, but he’d never thought about having their dicks up his ass, and alright, Disashi’s was a little intimidating.
That didn’t stop him from reaching out to touch, letting his fingers trail up the length. Disashi’s eyes fluttered closed and his hips twitched. Brendon figured if he was going to do this, he was going to do it right. He leaned down, aware of Disashi watching him, and closed his mouth around the head of Disashi’s cock.
And this was important, right? Monumental. His first time sucking cock. Only, it wasn’t that weird, really. He could sort of intuit what felt what, thinking about what would feel good on him. Disashi’s soft sounds of pleasure told him he was doing alright.
“Hey.” Disashi pulled gently on Brendon’s hair. “This is supposed to be about me helping you, right?”
Brendon lifted his head and smiled. “I thought the idea behind sex was mutual pleasure.”
Disashi’s expression could only be described as devious. “Yeah, well, there’s one method in particular that works pretty well for that.”
Brendon just watched as Disashi got out the lube and a condom, and his heart was racing again. So was his mind, wondering if this was right, because he wasn’t in love with Disashi. Of course, Disashi wasn’t in love with him, either, so it wasn’t like either of them was being misled.
“Wanna stop?” Disashi asked. His fingers were glistening with the lube and he looked ready. But his tone of voice told Brendon if he wanted to leave he could, and there would be no hard feelings.
Brendon shook his head. “No. Have you done this before?”
Disashi shrugged with one shoulder. He reached around Brendon’s waist, slick fingers searching and finding. Brendon gasped and arched his back as one finger circled his hole then pushed inside. “Fuck.”
“Bluejay’s up for new stuff. And I think that, contractually, I’m not allowed to say what goes on while we’re on tour, but…I know what I’m doing.”
Brendon laughed a little shakily, and Disashi twisted his finger deeper. Brendon found himself pushing back into the touch, surprised at himself. Disashi chuckled and slipped another finger in alongside the first, stretching them in opposite directions. It mostly just felt weird. Not bad, but not good, either. But he didn’t want to stop.
“Come here.” Disashi pulled him closer and wriggled his fingers and that felt a little better. Still weird. Disashi pushed another finger in and that burned, and not in a pleasant way. Brendon squeezed his eyes shut tight and tried to breathe through it. Disashi ran his hand down Brendon’s back and Brendon relaxed, but it still hurt.
“I think you should just…you know. Just do it,” Brendon panted. It was going to hurt no matter what. It was probably best just to get it out of the way all at once.
Disashi pulled his fingers out, and even though it hadn’t felt good, Brendon felt empty without them. He wanted them back.
Brendon fumbled with the condom wrapper, sliding down Disashi’s body, and rolled it down Disashi’s length. It was reassuring somehow, the way Disashi moved his hips into the touch and let out a hiss. He was as into this as Brendon was. He was helping him out, but he was having a good time, too.
Disashi helped him line it up and Brendon eased his hips back, felt the pressure against his ass and thought I can’t do this. It’s physically impossible. But Disashi rubbed circles into his hipbones and stroked him until he was fully hard again. Slowly, slowly Brendon began to relax, sinking down and down. Each inch was another burn, but the further down he got, the easier it got. The burn came with little shocks of pleasure, until his ass was resting against Disashi’s thighs and it felt good. Really good, when Disashi thrust his hips up and holy shit.
Brendon started to move and each move sent sparks skating down his spine through his cock. Disashi kept touching him and so what if it took, like, less than two minutes. He was a fucking virgin, okay? He started rocking faster and faster and Disashi stroked him in time and Brendon pressed his face into Disashi’s neck and came with a sharp cry.
If he said anything really embarrassing, Disashi never mentioned it. He just kept rocking with Brendon until he was finished, too. After he’d tied off the condom and thrown it away, he got Brendon a washcloth and lay down beside him. The bed was narrow and they were both sweaty and sticky, but it still felt nice to be touching Disashi.
“You good?” Disashi asked him, after a long time had passed. The party was still going on downstairs, music and laughter carrying through the floor. Brendon moved closer and Disashi threw an arm around his shoulders, hugging him near.
“Everyone said it wasn’t a big deal,” Brendon told him.
Disashi dropped a kiss on his temple. “It is,” he said.
End story one
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