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Brendon/Spencer
Summary: Outtake from the original version of A little bit longer, long enough. I originally wanted a complex Brendon/Spencer relationship but decided it worked better without them fucking. Just a scene I was working on that I liked.
NC-17
They get back to Vegas and Spencer waits a week to come over to Brendon’s only when he’s sure Ryan’s not around. After pleasantries with the parents they go up to Brendon’s room. The Playstation is on pause and Brendon flops down on the bed and waits for Spencer to sit next to him. “So, Spence, what’s up?”
“I need you to fuck me.”
Brendon’s jaw drops, quick. He puts his lips together and jerks his head, once then quick again, eyes wild. Spencer barrels on, tugging off his shirt and angling himself at Brendon.
“Look so whatever it is you, I’m kind of in, fuck are you just going to sit there?" Spencer rolls his eyes and reaches over to squeeze Brendon through his jeans.
Brendon gasps at that, finally moves to grab Spencer’s wrist. “Hold up, what the hell dude?”
Spencer freezes does that count to ten thing, really calm, gets to seven before he huffs and launches himself at Brendon, wrestling him down to the bed, growling in his ear. “I need a good fuck and at the risk of stroking your ego I think you probably are, so. Jesus. I’m offering up my ass to you, Urie, don’t be a douche.”
Brendon doesn’t seem to need more convincing. He drags his teeth along Spencer’s throat and Spencer’s hands scramble under Brendon’s shirt for skin. They roll, mouths coming sloppily together and apart, clothes discarded and Spencer hears tearing, swears that Brendon’s ripping the fucking briefs off his body, but he could care less because their dicks are rubbing together, and Spencer’s hot, dragging his heels along the sheets, twisting one foot around Brendon’s.
Brendon shoves two fingers into Spencer’s wet mouth, fucking in and out. Spencer gags a little, tries to twist away but Brendon grabs his chin and doesn’t stop. So Spencer bites down, eyes narrowed, and Brendon yelps, pulls back and then slaps Spencer across the face.
There’s a horrible, silent moment where Spencer’s face is turned against the pillow, Brendon looming over him. “Is that how you -” And Brendon cups Spencer’s face and Spencer grabs his wrist as his eyes fly open, locking with Brendon’s.
“If you come at me like a slut, how else am I supposed to treat you?”
Spencer trembles, squeezes Brendon's wrist until he can hear the bones shift. "I'm not a slut."
Brendon shakes his head and leans in close. "Coming and telling me you need me to fuck you, begging me."
"I didn't beg." Spencer pushes his cheek against Brendon and Brendon releases his face, though Spencer is still clutching Brendon's wrist.
"You will."
Spencer lets go and Brendon's fingers creep up his chest, along his collar bones and up his neck, pressed on Spencer's lips as he tongues Spencer's ear, mouths and leaves marks right behind it. "Suck." And Spencer does, gets Brendon's fingers as wet as he can for his own sake, and when Brendon's happy with that he curls his hand down Spencer's body and pushes in, fast, and Spencer tenses.
"Relax, Spence." And Spencer tries, closes his eyes and wills his muscles to open up to Brendon, spreads his legs as far as he can and shifts his hips in time. He's been thinking about this all day, how Brendon would feel inside him. Pianist fingers, a little rough sometimes because Brendon didn't take care. It starts to feel good, tingling burn, and Spencer whispers, "more, more" and Brendon hums in his ear and then stops and leans back.
"You're tight and my dick's not wet enough, it's going to hurt." Spencer opens up his eyes, panting, and Brendon is just waiting there, faint smile on his lips.
"So?"
"So I need you to get me wet."
Spencer's eyes jump to Brendon's cock, pushing against his hip, and he licks his lips unconsciously before regaining eye contact. "And what if I want it to hurt?"
Brendon fists his cock, once, and then rolls back to prop up on his elbows, waiting. "Do you? I don’t think you want it that much."
"Ryan - " And at the mention of his name Brendon's eye focus sharp on Spencer and Spencer inhales a breathe, waits.
"You couldn't take it like Ryan can take it."
"Fuck off, I could."
Brendon rolls back over and takes a fistful of Spencer's hair, tugging sharply. "Look, I'm fucking you wet or I'm not fucking you at all, so."
Spencer starts forward as Brendon tugs, catches himself with one hand beside Brendon's hip. Spencer's not one to follow orders, not when someone is being as cocky as Brendon, but he's realistic. Wet does make more sense and Spencer isn't leaving here without getting fucked, so. He repositions and bends down, taking Brendon into his mouth without using his hands, slipping his lips wetly up and down the shaft, flattening his tongue and going low enough to slip Brendon's balls into his mouth, just a little bonus. Spencer's one to go the extra mile.
Brendon bucks, tightens his fingers in Spencer's hair and scratches his scalp, coaxing him. The sounds Brendon’s making are obscene, hot, and Spencer's ass clenches, wants, this has to be wet enough, has to be.
Spencer pulls off, rests his chin on Brendon's stomach but keeps idly stroking his dick. "You're not coming until you're inside me, so let's just -" and then he dips down again, takes Brendon down his throat quick and dirty before he sits up and straddles his hips, positioning Brendon.
Brendon grabs him, still him there and glares. "No fucking way, I thought I was fucking you." And flips Spencer over. They struggle for a second, Spencer biting at Brendon's shoulder and trying to push him back, until Brendon whispers, "take it or all your hard work'll wear off and then -" and Spencer huffs and relaxes, hikes his legs up around Brendon's waist and kicks his heel sharply against Brendon's back. "Well get to it."
Brendon starts to push, slow, and Spencer's eyes go wide, he can feel them exposed, unfocused. Every inch is painful, like it's ripping him, and he has to look away otherwise Brendon will see this on his face, loud and clear.
Brendon gets halfway before he pauses, noses Spencer's face back toward him so he can kiss him, bite at his lower lip. He rocks there a few times before slamming all the way in. Spencer arches up, screams, and Brendon smiles against his neck. "Harder?"
Spener inhales, exhales, blinks back tears and then kicks Brendon, twists his heel in and digs his nails into Brendon's sides. "Yes, fuck." And Brendon does it again and Spencer's hand draws up, he can imagine the bright red lines popping up along Brendon's skin. Brendon builds up a pace and Spencer's trembling, so focused it takes a minute before he realizes Brendon's talking.
"Fucking greedy whore, fucking."
Spencer flexes his thighs and swallows before he starts working his hips with Brendon, fucking himself back against him, tugging his hair and biting at Brendon's neck, shoulder. "Not. A. Whore. Fuck. You."
Brendon laughs, low. “Yeah, too tight for it. Virgin more like.”
And then Brendon touches Spencer’s dick and Spencer, commendably, holds out a few moments longer before he comes all over their stomach and folds up to let Brendon pound into him, release. They lay, shoulders touching, panting, not talking. There’s really not much to say, Spencer got what he came for. Spencer claims the bathroom first, after, and when Brendon takes his turn Spencer slips out of the Urie house and heads home.
Brendon/Spencer
Summary: Outtake from the original version of A little bit longer, long enough. I originally wanted a complex Brendon/Spencer relationship but decided it worked better without them fucking. Just a scene I was working on that I liked.
NC-17
They get back to Vegas and Spencer waits a week to come over to Brendon’s only when he’s sure Ryan’s not around. After pleasantries with the parents they go up to Brendon’s room. The Playstation is on pause and Brendon flops down on the bed and waits for Spencer to sit next to him. “So, Spence, what’s up?”
“I need you to fuck me.”
Brendon’s jaw drops, quick. He puts his lips together and jerks his head, once then quick again, eyes wild. Spencer barrels on, tugging off his shirt and angling himself at Brendon.
“Look so whatever it is you, I’m kind of in, fuck are you just going to sit there?" Spencer rolls his eyes and reaches over to squeeze Brendon through his jeans.
Brendon gasps at that, finally moves to grab Spencer’s wrist. “Hold up, what the hell dude?”
Spencer freezes does that count to ten thing, really calm, gets to seven before he huffs and launches himself at Brendon, wrestling him down to the bed, growling in his ear. “I need a good fuck and at the risk of stroking your ego I think you probably are, so. Jesus. I’m offering up my ass to you, Urie, don’t be a douche.”
Brendon doesn’t seem to need more convincing. He drags his teeth along Spencer’s throat and Spencer’s hands scramble under Brendon’s shirt for skin. They roll, mouths coming sloppily together and apart, clothes discarded and Spencer hears tearing, swears that Brendon’s ripping the fucking briefs off his body, but he could care less because their dicks are rubbing together, and Spencer’s hot, dragging his heels along the sheets, twisting one foot around Brendon’s.
Brendon shoves two fingers into Spencer’s wet mouth, fucking in and out. Spencer gags a little, tries to twist away but Brendon grabs his chin and doesn’t stop. So Spencer bites down, eyes narrowed, and Brendon yelps, pulls back and then slaps Spencer across the face.
There’s a horrible, silent moment where Spencer’s face is turned against the pillow, Brendon looming over him. “Is that how you -” And Brendon cups Spencer’s face and Spencer grabs his wrist as his eyes fly open, locking with Brendon’s.
“If you come at me like a slut, how else am I supposed to treat you?”
Spencer trembles, squeezes Brendon's wrist until he can hear the bones shift. "I'm not a slut."
Brendon shakes his head and leans in close. "Coming and telling me you need me to fuck you, begging me."
"I didn't beg." Spencer pushes his cheek against Brendon and Brendon releases his face, though Spencer is still clutching Brendon's wrist.
"You will."
Spencer lets go and Brendon's fingers creep up his chest, along his collar bones and up his neck, pressed on Spencer's lips as he tongues Spencer's ear, mouths and leaves marks right behind it. "Suck." And Spencer does, gets Brendon's fingers as wet as he can for his own sake, and when Brendon's happy with that he curls his hand down Spencer's body and pushes in, fast, and Spencer tenses.
"Relax, Spence." And Spencer tries, closes his eyes and wills his muscles to open up to Brendon, spreads his legs as far as he can and shifts his hips in time. He's been thinking about this all day, how Brendon would feel inside him. Pianist fingers, a little rough sometimes because Brendon didn't take care. It starts to feel good, tingling burn, and Spencer whispers, "more, more" and Brendon hums in his ear and then stops and leans back.
"You're tight and my dick's not wet enough, it's going to hurt." Spencer opens up his eyes, panting, and Brendon is just waiting there, faint smile on his lips.
"So?"
"So I need you to get me wet."
Spencer's eyes jump to Brendon's cock, pushing against his hip, and he licks his lips unconsciously before regaining eye contact. "And what if I want it to hurt?"
Brendon fists his cock, once, and then rolls back to prop up on his elbows, waiting. "Do you? I don’t think you want it that much."
"Ryan - " And at the mention of his name Brendon's eye focus sharp on Spencer and Spencer inhales a breathe, waits.
"You couldn't take it like Ryan can take it."
"Fuck off, I could."
Brendon rolls back over and takes a fistful of Spencer's hair, tugging sharply. "Look, I'm fucking you wet or I'm not fucking you at all, so."
Spencer starts forward as Brendon tugs, catches himself with one hand beside Brendon's hip. Spencer's not one to follow orders, not when someone is being as cocky as Brendon, but he's realistic. Wet does make more sense and Spencer isn't leaving here without getting fucked, so. He repositions and bends down, taking Brendon into his mouth without using his hands, slipping his lips wetly up and down the shaft, flattening his tongue and going low enough to slip Brendon's balls into his mouth, just a little bonus. Spencer's one to go the extra mile.
Brendon bucks, tightens his fingers in Spencer's hair and scratches his scalp, coaxing him. The sounds Brendon’s making are obscene, hot, and Spencer's ass clenches, wants, this has to be wet enough, has to be.
Spencer pulls off, rests his chin on Brendon's stomach but keeps idly stroking his dick. "You're not coming until you're inside me, so let's just -" and then he dips down again, takes Brendon down his throat quick and dirty before he sits up and straddles his hips, positioning Brendon.
Brendon grabs him, still him there and glares. "No fucking way, I thought I was fucking you." And flips Spencer over. They struggle for a second, Spencer biting at Brendon's shoulder and trying to push him back, until Brendon whispers, "take it or all your hard work'll wear off and then -" and Spencer huffs and relaxes, hikes his legs up around Brendon's waist and kicks his heel sharply against Brendon's back. "Well get to it."
Brendon starts to push, slow, and Spencer's eyes go wide, he can feel them exposed, unfocused. Every inch is painful, like it's ripping him, and he has to look away otherwise Brendon will see this on his face, loud and clear.
Brendon gets halfway before he pauses, noses Spencer's face back toward him so he can kiss him, bite at his lower lip. He rocks there a few times before slamming all the way in. Spencer arches up, screams, and Brendon smiles against his neck. "Harder?"
Spener inhales, exhales, blinks back tears and then kicks Brendon, twists his heel in and digs his nails into Brendon's sides. "Yes, fuck." And Brendon does it again and Spencer's hand draws up, he can imagine the bright red lines popping up along Brendon's skin. Brendon builds up a pace and Spencer's trembling, so focused it takes a minute before he realizes Brendon's talking.
"Fucking greedy whore, fucking."
Spencer flexes his thighs and swallows before he starts working his hips with Brendon, fucking himself back against him, tugging his hair and biting at Brendon's neck, shoulder. "Not. A. Whore. Fuck. You."
Brendon laughs, low. “Yeah, too tight for it. Virgin more like.”
And then Brendon touches Spencer’s dick and Spencer, commendably, holds out a few moments longer before he comes all over their stomach and folds up to let Brendon pound into him, release. They lay, shoulders touching, panting, not talking. There’s really not much to say, Spencer got what he came for. Spencer claims the bathroom first, after, and when Brendon takes his turn Spencer slips out of the Urie house and heads home.