Things That I Love in Stories

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I've been trying to come up with this list for weeks now. For the longest time, all I could come up with was thematic orgasm denial, but I have finally come up with some other things! \o/

1) Thematic orgasm denial. Okay, so the thing is, this one works for so many different stories, in so many different ways. There's: 1.1) UST. What is

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The top button comes undone when Brendon tugs at the fabric with his teeth; the jeans are hold and the button hole well worn . It's harder to get the zipper down though. Even once he had Jon's pants undone, he doesn't know how he's going to get Jon's cock out. The elastic of Jon's boxers is clinging to his waist, and Brendon doesn't know if he's going to be able to tug them far enough down using only his mouth.

He uses his cheek and chin to try and push the elastic down, the zipper of Jon's pants rubbing sharply on his neck. Once he's pushed them down to the point where they catch on Jon's erection, Brendon uses his teeth to hold the fabric, trying to stretch it over Jon's cock so that he can finish pulling them down. It takes several tries, but eventually Jon's dick springs free.

Brendon immediately moves to take him into his mouth. He wants the taste of something other than fabric after all that, and when Ryan pulls Jon back with a gentle hand wrapped around his stomach, encouraging Jon to step back until Brendon can't reach him any more, Brendon makes a disappointed sound, still chasing after him with his mouth.

"You've gotta undress Spencer first," Ryan says. Brendon looks up and he can see Ryan leaning his head over Jon's shoulder, his hand trailing lower down Jon's belly to circle the base of his cock.

Brendon's mouth is watering, but he crawls sideways until he's in front of Spencer instead. He remembers to leave his hands down this time, opening his mouth and trying to work Spencer's pants open. He's trying but he can't. Spencer's jeans are tight, way tighter than Jon's and he can't, can't, can't get the button open. He's drooling all over Spencer's pants even though he knows he should be tidier. Spencer's shirt has shifted up and Brendon's forehead presses into the bare skin of Spencer's lower belly.

He digs his fingers into his thighs, hands still down in front of him, and holds his breath as he buries his face in the fabric and tries again to coax the button open. When that doesn't work, he pulls back, tilting his head way back as he looks up at Spencer. His mouth is open as he takes quick breaths.

Spencer waits, and Brendon wonders if he should say something, if he should ask for it, but before he can come up with words, Spencer reaches down, curling his thumb under the waistband of his jeans and popping the button open. Brendon leans forward, kissing the back of Spencer's hand gratefully, licking the webbing between his thumb and first finger.

Spencer undoes his pants, but before pushing his boxers down, he moves his hand to Brendon's hair, guiding Brendon's head back. He waits until Brendon looks up at him before saying, "How about you keep your hands behind you back," his voice even and kind of quiet, like it's not too late for Brendon to say no if he wanted to.

Brendon nods quickly, even though with the grip Spencer has it means that his hair gets pulled in the movement. He puts his hands behind his back, lacing his fingers together.

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Brendon shifts over to Jon, sucking his cock eagerly into his mouth and bobbing up and down, just over the first few inches, moving as quickly as he can. He pulls off to take a breath, and he can hear Ryan say, just quickly like he's only speaking for Jon, even though the rest of them can hear it too, "He wants it."

Brendon puts his lips around Jon's cock and this time he tries to go down further. It's harder than it was with Spencer; Jon isn't bigger, but his dick curve up and it's more difficult to get him at an angle where he doesn't get caught right at the back of Brendon's throat. Brendon tries to just push down past it, to take Jon in, but he ends up gagging hard and has to pull back. His eyes water, but he tries again, holding his breath and attempting to open his throat up for Jon. He gags again, but doesn't pull back.

Ryan's hand comes back to circle the base of Jon's cock and he angles it downwards. The next time Brendon pushes all the way down Jon's cock, the new angle makes it possible to let Jon in. Brendon holds there, his lips just brushing Ryan's hand, his throat open around Jon's dick. He waits until his breath runs out and he ask to pull back, gasping loudly, spit clinging between Jon's cock and his mouth.

"Fuck. Brendon," Jon says, his hips shuddering forward in Ryan's grip.

Spencer takes a step closer, until he's right beside Jon, and Brendon leans over to him, opening up again.

Before he can get his mouth onto Spencer, Spencer stops him with a hand to his head.

Spencer says, "Ask," in that same quiet voice, not like he's being mean or anything, and Brendon's cock jerks, smearing precome.

"Please," Brendon says, turning his neck so that he can press his cheek to Spencer's wrist and it feels like Spencer is cupping the back of his head.

Spencer starts guiding him forward and Brendon says again, "Please," because he doesn't want Spencer to move his hand away.

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Ryan holds the back of his head with a gentle hand but he also starts rocking his hips forward. Brendon makes his jaw loose and tries to keep his lips sealed, to keep sucking, as Ryan thrusts slowing into his mouth, lazy strokes. Brendon keeps making these slurping noises, his mouth all sloppy and wet, but it feels good, Ryan's dick sliding over his tongue feels good, this is what he wanted, and if Ryan doesn't mind the mess neither does Brendon.

Brendon starts meeting Ryan's thrusts, leaning forward when Ryan pushes in, taking him even deeper. He chokes a few times, but not enough that he has to pull back. It would take-- it would take a lot before Brendon would be willing to pull back, now that he's got Ryan's hand on his head, now that he's getting what he wanted.

Still, when Ryan moves away, Brendon just lets him pull away. There's another cock in his mouth soon after that anyway. Spencer cock pushing inside and Spencer's hand on his hair. Spencer holds his head back and thrusts so smoothly that Brendon can just take him. Spencer thrusts in long strokes and each time the head of his cock passes over Brendon's tongue, Brendon can taste precome and his mouth waters even more.

Spencer slides all the way inside and holds Brendon down, hands firm and fingers twisted in his hair. Brendon's nose is smushed into Spencer's pubic hair and he can't breathe like this, not with Spencer filling up his throat. He holds like that for as long as he can, even with his eyes start to water, even when he starts to gag.

Spencer lets him go and Brendon pulls off coughing. He swallows some of the saliva in his mouth, his throat sore and his lips raw, already looking for Jon, trying to find his cock in the tangle of bodies.

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Brendon feels hot all the way down his neck and across his chest. His voice cracks and he licks his lips and swallows. His lips are buzzing in this weird way where they're kind of raw and also kind of numb. Everyone is still just standing there, looking down at him, and he knows they're waiting, that they can wait, and somehow all that does it make Brendon feel even more desperate. They're not even jerking off anymore, just standing there and watching him.

"I want you to--" he says again, looking down at the floor. "To-- On me," he says.

They still just stand there for a long moment, and Brendon's worried that they're going to make him say more, or, worse, that they won't. It's been leading here, it has. They can't just-- stop.

Brendon looks up, tightening both his hands on Ryan and Spencer's cock, and rasping out, "Please," because they can't stop now, not when Brendon's thinks close to getting what he wants, what he has wanted.

Spencer's hand starts moving again, and then Ryan's and Jon's. Ryan reaches out with his free hand and cups Brendon's cheek, just quickly, and Brendon leans into it before Ryan pulls away.

Ryan says, "You look good like this," and then Spencer says, "Open your mouth." Spencer touches Brendon's lower lip with two fingers, rubbing them into his mouth and stroking his tongue until Brendon opens wider and slides his tongue out past his lips.

"Just like that," Spencer says, moving his hand away.

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Brendon sucks on Jon, licking out even when Jon's cock is in his mouth to try and lap at Spencer's fingers. Jon is leaking and Brendon can taste him; he wants more.

Spencer's hand starts to move so Brendon pulls back until he has just the tip of Jon's dick in his mouth. He circles his tongue around the head while Spencer jerks off the rest. Jon's hand tightens in his hair, pulling Brendon closer before he remembers and pushes Brendon back.

Brendon watches Spencer's hands move over Jon's dick. He twists his hand when he gets to the head, rubbing with his thumb before he pulls back, Jon's cock sliding through the tight circle of his fist. Brendon licks his lips, but this is good too, watching in the moments between Jon's raw moan and when his cock starts to jerk.

Brendon closes his eyes after the first streak hits him hit up on his cheek. He opens his mouth, sliding his tongue out again, just like Spencer had him do before. Spencer's hand comes out, cupping the other side of his head while Jon's fingers twist in his head. Spencer says, "Yeah, just like that," and Brendon opens his mouth even wider.

Jon comes over his face and again Brendon holds still, trying to balance what lands on his tongue so that it doesn't just drip down his chin, trying to hold it there so that they can see.

Jon swears quietly and Spencer lets go of his cock. Brendon opens his eyes, carefully, then staring straight up at Jon, he closes he mouth and swallows. He licks his lips, then swallows again.

"Jesus," Jon whispers, swaying unsteadily on his feet. He turns to kiss Spencer, then in the other direction to kiss Ryan. Ryan is still holding his cock, rubbing slowly.

Brendon turns to Ryan, looking up at him and leaning in slowly. He waits until Ryan looks down, until Ryan nods before leaning in the rest of the way and licking over the leaking head of his dick.

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Ryan's come drips down the corner of his mouth, and Brendon licks his lips, except-- It might not be Ryan's he's tasting. Brendon's face is sticky, come sliding down his cheeks and his neck. He licks his lips and he doesn't know who he's tasting. His hands have been resting on his thighs and he wants to slide one over to his cock, which is throbbing and twitching, sliding wetly against his belly.

He rubs his hand against his thigh, moving it a little higher, and looking up. He waits until Ryan says, "Show us," until Spencer says, "Yeah," until Jon nods eagerly before curling his fingers around his dick.

He keeps looking up as he moves his hand, jerking off while they watch. He spreads his knees wider, his thighs aching from this long spent on the floor. His hand slides wetly down his cock. He's leaking everywhere and he's never been this hard before, never been this close to orgasm from so little stimulation.

He looks up and when Spencer says, "C'mon," and Ryan says in a low voice, "Brendon," and Jon echoes the same, Brendon comes. He hunches in on himself, shuddering through wave after wave. He meant to keep looking at them, but he can't. They're looking at him though, all three of them staring down, and Brendon doesn't think he's ever going to stop coming.

Brendon doesn't know how much time passes, but when he finally forces his eyes open, there's a hand running through his hair, and another hand circling his wrist, pulling him up, helping him to his feet.

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"Was that how you wanted it?" Ryan asks.

Brendon opens his mouth, but before he can say yes, Spencer starts saying, "You have to tell us these things! If you tell us what you want, we can do them. You just have to tell us how you want it to go, or how you want us to make you feel, or whatever."

"I felt weird asking for that," Brendon says.

"Don't feel weird," Jon says, and Ryan says, "That was hot," while Spencer nods vigorously.

Spencer gives another wipe across Brendon's face, just playfully swiping at his nose, then throws the cloth onto the bedside table. "You were hot," Spencer says, leaning in for a kiss.

Brendon tries to keep his mouth closed, but Spencer coaxes his lips open with his tongue. Brendon knows that he must still taste like come, but if Spencer doesn't mind, Brendon certainly isn't going to stop him.

Jon leans in after that, lunging forward when Spencer gives the first indication of pulling back. There's a bit of a shuffle after that-- Jon huffs, then groans, "Ryan, my ribs." "Sorry, now move over."-- while Ryan pushes his way over to Brendon to grab a kiss of his own.

Everyone starts settling down again, warm bodies on both sides of Brendon. He looks up at the ceiling and asks no one in particular, "Was that-- I mean, how was it for you? Did you think--?"