Panic Ficlet: You Write Such Pretty Words, NC-17
You Write Such Pretty Words
Brendon locked the door and looked at the girl he’d picked up in the hotel bar ten minutes before.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice sounding loud in the room, “What did you say your name was?”
Brendon/OFC, Brendon/Spencer, 1,916 words, NC-17, Un-beta'd.
Written because of and for lissa_bear. She has got to stop making me write het.
Brendon locked the door and looked at the girl he’d picked up in the hotel bar ten minutes before.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice sounding loud in the room, “What did you say your name was?”
She looked at him for a moment, then smiled slightly. “I didn’t actually tell you.”
“Well,” he laughed nervously, “that explains it.” He fiddled with the key card then set it down on the little table by the door.
“Uh, would you like something to drink? I’ve got soda, water, and uh, beer and Vodka.”
She didn’t answer, just walked further into the sitting room. “This is pretty nice,” she said, sounding pleased. “Usually when I do this it’s in a room with two double beds and a TV bolted to the wall.”
Brendon stuffed his hands in his pockets and followed her into the room, leaning against the nearest wall. “You do this a lot?”
She laughed throatily. “Once in a while.”
“You never told me your name.”
Turning around, she looked at him. “Does it really matter?” she asked after a long pause. “It’s not as if this is a date.”
He bit his lip. “Yeah, I guess not.”
She toyed with the top button of her blouse, not looking away from him. “You ready?”
Brendon closed his eyes for a moment and thought, No.
He opened his mouth. “Yes.”
◊◊◊
Thirty minutes later, and Brendon was trying to hold on long enough to fuck her. Her mouth was wet on his cock, sliding up and down, and sucking so hard he thought he was going to pass out.
“God, yes, do it, fuck,” he hissed, his head dropping back and his mouth falling open.
His phone beeped, signaling an incoming phone call. “Keep going,” he said, when she glanced up at him questioningly. “It’s fine.” He grabbed his jeans from next to him on the bed, closing his eyes for a second as she performed a particularly impressive move with her tongue, then opened them again and fished his phone out of the pocket of his jeans.
Squinting at the caller ID display, Brendon tried to focus enough to make out what it said, then decided fuck it and answered. “Yeah?”
“Nice greeting, asshole,” came Spencer’s voice.
Brendon hissed as the girl sucked on the tip of his cock. “Spence, this is really not a good time.”
“Why?” Spencer asked, sounding suspicious.
“Just, ah, oh, God,” his breath hitched, “I’ll call you back.”
“What the fuck, Brendon, are you having sex?”
“No,” he replied weakly, but it was ruined when she slid a hand behind his balls and circled his opening with her finger and he moaned.
“Why the hell did you answer the phone?”
“It might have been important!” he answered defensively.
Spencer snorted. “You’re an asshole.”
Brendon didn’t reply; he was too busy trying to keep his eyes from rolling back into his head as she slid a spit-slicked finger in his ass.
“Oh, God, oh, God,” he started chanting, not caring about the fact that Spencer was on the other end of the line.
“Brendon!” Spencer hissed. “Stop it!”
“I can’t, oh, fucking God, Spencer.”
“I’m hanging up,” came the weak answer.
“Wait-“ he broke off as her finger stroked his prostate while she began to deep throat him, his cock hitting the back of her throat. “Fuck, Spencer, don’t hang up, wait, oh, my God, Spencer, this girl.”
He could hear Spencer’s hesitation, and began babbling, not wanting him to hang up. For whatever reason, it was making it hotter, turning him on even more, having Spencer on the other end of the line, listening to Brendon get off. “Her mouth, dude, it’s like. She’s got me all the way in and her finger is doing this thing, and I’m going to come, I am, I don’t know how to stop it.”
Spencer was starting to breath heavy on the line, but he still wasn’t saying anything, and Brendon swallowed his frustration and continued to talk. “She’s got her finger in my ass, and her tongue is rubbing my cock and, oh, fuck, Spencer, it’s so hot.”
Spencer cleared his throat. “Are you about to come?”
“Yes,” Brendon hissed, his eyes crossing.
“Make her stop,” Spencer ordered. “Don’t come yet.”
Brendon made a whining noise, but obeyed, tugging gently on her hair and biting hard on his lip when she looked up at him, confusion written on her face. “I don’t want to come yet,” he said hoarsely.
She rolled her eyes and pulled away, releasing his cock from her mouth with a loud popping noise. “Should I take my finger out of your ass, too?” she asked teasingly, and Brendon swallowed.
Spencer must have heard, because he said, “Yes,” in Brendon’s ear.
Brendon nodded, and she pulled her finger out slowly, leaving him feeling slightly empty.
She stood and began stripping off her clothes, not stopping until she stood naked in front of him. Toying with one of her nipples, she smiled at him then walked over to the bed, tossing his discarded jeans on the floor.
“Why don’t you tell your friend what you want to do to me?” she said as she laid down on her back, propping herself up with her elbows and spreading her legs. “You want to fuck me?” She lifted her right hand to her mouth and wet two of her fingers, sliding them down her body and drumming her clit with the wet fingers for a moment before sliding them inside herself, moaning loudly.
“Oh, fuck,” Brendon whispered.
Spencer ‘s voice was rough when he spoke. “You going to fuck her, Brendon? You want to feel how wet and tight she is around your cock?”
Brendon whimpered. “Yes.”
“Do it. Fuck her. Fuck her so hard she screams. Make me hear it. I want to hear her screaming the entire time you’re inside her, fucking her hard and deep.”
Brendon’s cock was so hard he thought he was going to pass out, and he was leaking so much that the entire head was wet.
She was still playing with herself on the bed, making breathy noises as Brendon grabbed a condom from the desk where he’d thrown one before he’d gone out that night. He tore it open with his teeth, then walked over to the bed and looking down at her.
“Put it on me?” he asked her, not wanting to set the phone down.
She opened her eyes and smiled lazily. “Sure.”
She rolled it onto his cock, then laid back down.
“Um, would you mind being on your back?”
“No, “ Spencer said tightly, “put me on speaker phone. I want you on top.”
Brendon nodded, realized Spencer couldn’t see him, and forced an assenting sound out of his throat.
“Never mind,” he said to her, and she rolled her eyes again and laid back down. Brendon fumbled with the phone for a second, trying to figure out how to switch it into speaker mode. Finally, he found the key and the sound of Spencer’s breathing filled the room.
“Kinky,” she said, laughing as Brendon set the phone down on the pillow next to the one she had her head on.
Brendon laughed nervously, and leaned in to kiss her, pausing as Spencer began talking. “Go down on her first.”
Brendon met her eyes, and she grinned. “Yes,” she said throatily, “Go down on her first.”
He swallowed nervously. He’d only done this once before, a long time ago, and the response had been so underwhelming that he hadn’t attempted it again.
“Do it,” came Spencer’s voice, harsh and low.
Brendon bit his bottom lip and moved down her body, stopping when he was in breathing distance of her heat. Carefully, he leaned in and used his thumbs to separate her folds and slide a finger in. He licked her clit softly and she moaned a little, so he licked again. Using the tip of his tongue he fluttered it against the hard nub and worked a second finger inside of her. She was moaning in earnest now, and his confidence was growing.
He pulled back from her clit long enough to lick around where his fingers were buried in her, then returned and began sucking gently on it. It only took a minute or so and she was coming around his hand, her head thrashing on the pillow.
Carefully he pulled his fingers out and met her eyes.
“Spencer?” he said, hesitantly. He wasn’t sure his friend was still on the phone; he hadn’t heard his voice in a while.
“Yeah, Brendon?” came the return, sounding hoarse.
Brendon began crawling up her body, stopping when his cock was nestled at the center of her. “I’m going to fuck her now. I’m sliding in right now. Just the head so far, and God, it feels so fucking good.”
He thrust in all the way, and exhaled noisily. “Oh, fuck, Spencer. She’s so tight around me, and wet and hot.” He could hear Spencer’s breathing, punctuated by tiny grunts and moans. He pictured him sitting in his favorite chair, jacking off while listening, and Brendon began thrusting harder. Her head was tipped back against the pillow, exposing her neck as she keened softly.
“I’m fucking her so hard, Spence. You should be here; you should be watching. It’s so fucking hot, I want you to see it.” Words were flying out of his mouth, words he knew he’d regret when this was over, but right now, all he cared about was fucking her harder and making her, making Spencer, come.
“If you were here right now, I’d let you fuck me while I’m fucking her. You in my ass while I’m inside her, so fucking hot.” Spencer moaned loudly as her nails clawed at Brendon’s back. He slammed into her and she screamed, her muscles spasming around his cock as she came.
“You hear that, Spence? That could be you. I could be making you scream. I want to make you scream.”
“Fuck, Brendon,” Spencer hissed.
Brendon slammed in one last time, shaking as he emptied.
◊◊◊
Five minutes later and the room was quiet, the only sound the hum of the air conditioning. Spencer had hung up at some point, before Brendon had been able to get himself together long enough to return to the phone.
She was getting dressed in the bathroom, Brendon could hear the sink running and then she immerged, looking at Brendon for a moment.
“See you around,” she said, and he nodded.
She walked to the door and turned the handle, leaving him alone in the cold room with only his thoughts.
Biting his lip, he grabbed his phone and began carefully typing out a message.
Are we okay?
He sent it to Spencer and set the phone down on the table next to the bed.
Five minutes later, he got a reply.
Yes.
Brendon frowned at the screen. He’d have liked a little more, but if that was all he was going to get, he’d take it.
The phone buzzed again, and it lit up with another message from Spencer.
That thing you talked about, I want to try it when you get back in town.
Brendon thought for a moment, then realized what Spencer was referring to, and grinned happily.
It’s a date.
Snapping the phone shut, Brendon stood up and marched toward the shower.
It was time to get back to Vegas.
Brendon locked the door and looked at the girl he’d picked up in the hotel bar ten minutes before.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice sounding loud in the room, “What did you say your name was?”
Brendon/OFC, Brendon/Spencer, 1,916 words, NC-17, Un-beta'd.
Written because of and for lissa_bear. She has got to stop making me write het.
Brendon locked the door and looked at the girl he’d picked up in the hotel bar ten minutes before.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice sounding loud in the room, “What did you say your name was?”
She looked at him for a moment, then smiled slightly. “I didn’t actually tell you.”
“Well,” he laughed nervously, “that explains it.” He fiddled with the key card then set it down on the little table by the door.
“Uh, would you like something to drink? I’ve got soda, water, and uh, beer and Vodka.”
She didn’t answer, just walked further into the sitting room. “This is pretty nice,” she said, sounding pleased. “Usually when I do this it’s in a room with two double beds and a TV bolted to the wall.”
Brendon stuffed his hands in his pockets and followed her into the room, leaning against the nearest wall. “You do this a lot?”
She laughed throatily. “Once in a while.”
“You never told me your name.”
Turning around, she looked at him. “Does it really matter?” she asked after a long pause. “It’s not as if this is a date.”
He bit his lip. “Yeah, I guess not.”
She toyed with the top button of her blouse, not looking away from him. “You ready?”
Brendon closed his eyes for a moment and thought, No.
He opened his mouth. “Yes.”
◊◊◊
Thirty minutes later, and Brendon was trying to hold on long enough to fuck her. Her mouth was wet on his cock, sliding up and down, and sucking so hard he thought he was going to pass out.
“God, yes, do it, fuck,” he hissed, his head dropping back and his mouth falling open.
His phone beeped, signaling an incoming phone call. “Keep going,” he said, when she glanced up at him questioningly. “It’s fine.” He grabbed his jeans from next to him on the bed, closing his eyes for a second as she performed a particularly impressive move with her tongue, then opened them again and fished his phone out of the pocket of his jeans.
Squinting at the caller ID display, Brendon tried to focus enough to make out what it said, then decided fuck it and answered. “Yeah?”
“Nice greeting, asshole,” came Spencer’s voice.
Brendon hissed as the girl sucked on the tip of his cock. “Spence, this is really not a good time.”
“Why?” Spencer asked, sounding suspicious.
“Just, ah, oh, God,” his breath hitched, “I’ll call you back.”
“What the fuck, Brendon, are you having sex?”
“No,” he replied weakly, but it was ruined when she slid a hand behind his balls and circled his opening with her finger and he moaned.
“Why the hell did you answer the phone?”
“It might have been important!” he answered defensively.
Spencer snorted. “You’re an asshole.”
Brendon didn’t reply; he was too busy trying to keep his eyes from rolling back into his head as she slid a spit-slicked finger in his ass.
“Oh, God, oh, God,” he started chanting, not caring about the fact that Spencer was on the other end of the line.
“Brendon!” Spencer hissed. “Stop it!”
“I can’t, oh, fucking God, Spencer.”
“I’m hanging up,” came the weak answer.
“Wait-“ he broke off as her finger stroked his prostate while she began to deep throat him, his cock hitting the back of her throat. “Fuck, Spencer, don’t hang up, wait, oh, my God, Spencer, this girl.”
He could hear Spencer’s hesitation, and began babbling, not wanting him to hang up. For whatever reason, it was making it hotter, turning him on even more, having Spencer on the other end of the line, listening to Brendon get off. “Her mouth, dude, it’s like. She’s got me all the way in and her finger is doing this thing, and I’m going to come, I am, I don’t know how to stop it.”
Spencer was starting to breath heavy on the line, but he still wasn’t saying anything, and Brendon swallowed his frustration and continued to talk. “She’s got her finger in my ass, and her tongue is rubbing my cock and, oh, fuck, Spencer, it’s so hot.”
Spencer cleared his throat. “Are you about to come?”
“Yes,” Brendon hissed, his eyes crossing.
“Make her stop,” Spencer ordered. “Don’t come yet.”
Brendon made a whining noise, but obeyed, tugging gently on her hair and biting hard on his lip when she looked up at him, confusion written on her face. “I don’t want to come yet,” he said hoarsely.
She rolled her eyes and pulled away, releasing his cock from her mouth with a loud popping noise. “Should I take my finger out of your ass, too?” she asked teasingly, and Brendon swallowed.
Spencer must have heard, because he said, “Yes,” in Brendon’s ear.
Brendon nodded, and she pulled her finger out slowly, leaving him feeling slightly empty.
She stood and began stripping off her clothes, not stopping until she stood naked in front of him. Toying with one of her nipples, she smiled at him then walked over to the bed, tossing his discarded jeans on the floor.
“Why don’t you tell your friend what you want to do to me?” she said as she laid down on her back, propping herself up with her elbows and spreading her legs. “You want to fuck me?” She lifted her right hand to her mouth and wet two of her fingers, sliding them down her body and drumming her clit with the wet fingers for a moment before sliding them inside herself, moaning loudly.
“Oh, fuck,” Brendon whispered.
Spencer ‘s voice was rough when he spoke. “You going to fuck her, Brendon? You want to feel how wet and tight she is around your cock?”
Brendon whimpered. “Yes.”
“Do it. Fuck her. Fuck her so hard she screams. Make me hear it. I want to hear her screaming the entire time you’re inside her, fucking her hard and deep.”
Brendon’s cock was so hard he thought he was going to pass out, and he was leaking so much that the entire head was wet.
She was still playing with herself on the bed, making breathy noises as Brendon grabbed a condom from the desk where he’d thrown one before he’d gone out that night. He tore it open with his teeth, then walked over to the bed and looking down at her.
“Put it on me?” he asked her, not wanting to set the phone down.
She opened her eyes and smiled lazily. “Sure.”
She rolled it onto his cock, then laid back down.
“Um, would you mind being on your back?”
“No, “ Spencer said tightly, “put me on speaker phone. I want you on top.”
Brendon nodded, realized Spencer couldn’t see him, and forced an assenting sound out of his throat.
“Never mind,” he said to her, and she rolled her eyes again and laid back down. Brendon fumbled with the phone for a second, trying to figure out how to switch it into speaker mode. Finally, he found the key and the sound of Spencer’s breathing filled the room.
“Kinky,” she said, laughing as Brendon set the phone down on the pillow next to the one she had her head on.
Brendon laughed nervously, and leaned in to kiss her, pausing as Spencer began talking. “Go down on her first.”
Brendon met her eyes, and she grinned. “Yes,” she said throatily, “Go down on her first.”
He swallowed nervously. He’d only done this once before, a long time ago, and the response had been so underwhelming that he hadn’t attempted it again.
“Do it,” came Spencer’s voice, harsh and low.
Brendon bit his bottom lip and moved down her body, stopping when he was in breathing distance of her heat. Carefully, he leaned in and used his thumbs to separate her folds and slide a finger in. He licked her clit softly and she moaned a little, so he licked again. Using the tip of his tongue he fluttered it against the hard nub and worked a second finger inside of her. She was moaning in earnest now, and his confidence was growing.
He pulled back from her clit long enough to lick around where his fingers were buried in her, then returned and began sucking gently on it. It only took a minute or so and she was coming around his hand, her head thrashing on the pillow.
Carefully he pulled his fingers out and met her eyes.
“Spencer?” he said, hesitantly. He wasn’t sure his friend was still on the phone; he hadn’t heard his voice in a while.
“Yeah, Brendon?” came the return, sounding hoarse.
Brendon began crawling up her body, stopping when his cock was nestled at the center of her. “I’m going to fuck her now. I’m sliding in right now. Just the head so far, and God, it feels so fucking good.”
He thrust in all the way, and exhaled noisily. “Oh, fuck, Spencer. She’s so tight around me, and wet and hot.” He could hear Spencer’s breathing, punctuated by tiny grunts and moans. He pictured him sitting in his favorite chair, jacking off while listening, and Brendon began thrusting harder. Her head was tipped back against the pillow, exposing her neck as she keened softly.
“I’m fucking her so hard, Spence. You should be here; you should be watching. It’s so fucking hot, I want you to see it.” Words were flying out of his mouth, words he knew he’d regret when this was over, but right now, all he cared about was fucking her harder and making her, making Spencer, come.
“If you were here right now, I’d let you fuck me while I’m fucking her. You in my ass while I’m inside her, so fucking hot.” Spencer moaned loudly as her nails clawed at Brendon’s back. He slammed into her and she screamed, her muscles spasming around his cock as she came.
“You hear that, Spence? That could be you. I could be making you scream. I want to make you scream.”
“Fuck, Brendon,” Spencer hissed.
Brendon slammed in one last time, shaking as he emptied.
◊◊◊
Five minutes later and the room was quiet, the only sound the hum of the air conditioning. Spencer had hung up at some point, before Brendon had been able to get himself together long enough to return to the phone.
She was getting dressed in the bathroom, Brendon could hear the sink running and then she immerged, looking at Brendon for a moment.
“See you around,” she said, and he nodded.
She walked to the door and turned the handle, leaving him alone in the cold room with only his thoughts.
Biting his lip, he grabbed his phone and began carefully typing out a message.
Are we okay?
He sent it to Spencer and set the phone down on the table next to the bed.
Five minutes later, he got a reply.
Yes.
Brendon frowned at the screen. He’d have liked a little more, but if that was all he was going to get, he’d take it.
The phone buzzed again, and it lit up with another message from Spencer.
That thing you talked about, I want to try it when you get back in town.
Brendon thought for a moment, then realized what Spencer was referring to, and grinned happily.
It’s a date.
Snapping the phone shut, Brendon stood up and marched toward the shower.
It was time to get back to Vegas.