ficlet | and take it (easy) | Spencer/Brendon | ~ 1100 words | NC-17
and take it (easy)
Spencer/Brendon | NC-17 | ~ 1100 words
"I was sleeping," Spencer informs him.
"That's okay," Brendon says. "I can do all the work."
airgiodslv said that she wanted Brendon topping Spencer and then my brain said, hey! I totally bet you could write that before it's time for dinner.
Spencer is asleep when Brendon tiptoes into the bedroom. Well, starts off tiptoeing, and ends up cursing loudly when he walks into the edge of the dresser.
"Fuck," Brendon yelps, and Spencer pulls the extra pillow over top of his head. He can still hear the sound of the electric toothbrush when Brendon starts brushing his teeth, but at least it blocks out most of the light. Brendon needs to start fucking closing the door before he turns on the light in the bathroom. Spencer's been unscrewing the lights above the sink, just enough that they don't turn on, one at a time. He's got five unscrewed, which helps a little, but still. It's not like Brendon should need light to brush his teeth anyways.
Brendon hops into bed and says, "Oh my, what a lump there is under my pillow," before rolling almost all of the way on top of Spencer and resting his head on top of the pillow. And on top of Spencer's head.
Spencer jabs out with his elbow, and from this angle, he almost scores a direct hit to Brendon's crotch. He tries again, but Brendon presses his body flat against Spencer's, hips aligned with Spencer's ass, so Spencer can't reach.
At least the pillow gets thrown off in the scuffle and Spencer can breath again.
He can't turn enough to stare at Brendon fully, but he says, with as much venom he can muster, given that his voice is still raw from sleep, "You. Are incredibly disruptive. And also, your fucking boner is digging into my ass."
Brendon's head is suddenly a lot closer to Spencer's ear when he says, "I was thinking about you."
"I thought you were watching Harry Potter with Jon."
"I've seen that movie a million times." Brendon starts grinding slowly down. "I was thinking about you," he insists.
"I was sleeping," Spencer informs him.
"That's okay," Brendon says. "I can do all the work."
Spencer debates pretending to fall asleep again, just to see if he can piss off Brendon, but sometime in there, Brendon manages to grab the lube from the beside table and pull Spencer's pants down.
Spencer's warm and loose, even though Brendon's totally crushing him a little bit. When Brendon shuffles to rest his weight on Spencer's thighs, Spencer takes a deep breath, then another, and then forgets to breathe altogether when Brendon slides two fingers inside.
"I've been thinking about you for a long time," Brendon says, conversationally, as he strokes over the same spot again and again until Spencer's grinding back against his fingers, grinding down onto the mattress.
Brendon pulls his fingers away quickly, and lines up his cock. There's a stretch and a burn as he pushes in, but he doesn't stop until he's all the way inside.
"Fuck," Spencer says, when Brendon thrusts shallowly forward. Brendon does it again, and the sharp motion forces the word out again. "Fuck."
"Fucking you," Brendon murmurs, and starts thrusting harder.
Spencer would roll his eyes, but his eyelids are closed, face pressed into the pillow, so it wouldn't do much good. Instead, he clenches around Brendon, as hard as he can. Brendon hisses.
"You feel," Brendon says, "even better than-- Fuck. Even better."
"Did Jon k-know that you weren't, ah. Weren't paying attention to the movie?"
"He was talk. Talking on the phone for, uh. Most of the time."
Brendon's hands are tight on Spencer's hips, and while Spencer really likes the way the angle changes so that Brendon can get deep, deep inside, he misses the friction he was getting from the sheets. He's not quite up on his knees, and all of his weight is resting on his forearms so he has to say, "Brendon. Brendon, could you just. Brendon."
Brendon fucks him quickly, fast enough that Spencer doesn't resister much more than good, good, good, even as he holds back the part of him that wants to ask for more.
"I'd-- I'd roll you on your back," Brendon says. Spencer can't see him, but he can imagine the look on Brendon's face, the way he gets that makes his voice go low and dirty. "Put your legs up on my shoulders. I could fuck you deep then."
Spencer whimpers when Brendon pushes inside and grinds forward to emphasize his point.
"But," he continues. "Then I wouldn't be able to see like I can now."
Brendon pulls all the way out. Spencer starts to curse under his breath, until he feels the head of Brendon's cock pushing back inside. He moves so slowly that Spencer can feel the stretch and give all over again.
Brendon says, "I couldn't see where you're tight around my cock."
Brendon moves one hand off Spencer's hip. He rubs with the tip of his thumb, pushes hard enough that Spencer can feel the difference between the pressure of his thumb and the stretch of his cock.
Spencer spreads his legs wider, presses his head against his forearm and thinks, please please pleasepleaseplease, until Brendon stops teasing and starts fucking him again. Even then there's still the please, still the more. Spencer muffles most of it in the pillow, but he can't get in enough air. When he turns his head to the side, Brendon fucks him even harder, and, "Fuck, Brendon. Come on," slips out before he can help himself.
Brendon still doesn't touch his cock, but he pushes Spencer's hips down, hard, and Spencer's cock gets caught between his stomach and the mattress. Brendon's hands are strong and Spencer can't move, can't grind down, can't do anything but arch under Brendon's hands as best he can, and try not to wake up the house when all of the sudden, his orgasm pounds over him. He comes and comes and it feels like it's never going to stop, feels like Brendon's never going to stop, until finally he does, buried as deep as he can get inside of Spencer.
It's a rough slide when Brendon pulls out, but Spencer is quiet through his wince.
The sheet is wet and sticky under his hips, but Spencer doesn't want to move. He doesn't want to get up and change the sheets, doesn't even want to roll over.
He can feel Brendon's fingers light, light, light on his spine. Brendon says, "Come on now, come on," and pulls gently at his side.
"What?" Spencer says. He's sleepy and Brendon's warm where he's still pressed against Spencer's back.
"Roll," Brendon says. "Come on, roll, roll, roll. I'll take the wet spot."
Spencer moves with Brendon's hands, waits while Brendon flops to the other side, over top of him. Brendon pulls up the sheets and tucks himself behind Spencer, locking his bent knees behind Spencer's own. He slips a hand around Spencer's stomach, and Spencer manages to pat his forearm twice before he falls asleep.
Spencer/Brendon | NC-17 | ~ 1100 words
"I was sleeping," Spencer informs him.
"That's okay," Brendon says. "I can do all the work."
airgiodslv said that she wanted Brendon topping Spencer and then my brain said, hey! I totally bet you could write that before it's time for dinner.
Spencer is asleep when Brendon tiptoes into the bedroom. Well, starts off tiptoeing, and ends up cursing loudly when he walks into the edge of the dresser.
"Fuck," Brendon yelps, and Spencer pulls the extra pillow over top of his head. He can still hear the sound of the electric toothbrush when Brendon starts brushing his teeth, but at least it blocks out most of the light. Brendon needs to start fucking closing the door before he turns on the light in the bathroom. Spencer's been unscrewing the lights above the sink, just enough that they don't turn on, one at a time. He's got five unscrewed, which helps a little, but still. It's not like Brendon should need light to brush his teeth anyways.
Brendon hops into bed and says, "Oh my, what a lump there is under my pillow," before rolling almost all of the way on top of Spencer and resting his head on top of the pillow. And on top of Spencer's head.
Spencer jabs out with his elbow, and from this angle, he almost scores a direct hit to Brendon's crotch. He tries again, but Brendon presses his body flat against Spencer's, hips aligned with Spencer's ass, so Spencer can't reach.
At least the pillow gets thrown off in the scuffle and Spencer can breath again.
He can't turn enough to stare at Brendon fully, but he says, with as much venom he can muster, given that his voice is still raw from sleep, "You. Are incredibly disruptive. And also, your fucking boner is digging into my ass."
Brendon's head is suddenly a lot closer to Spencer's ear when he says, "I was thinking about you."
"I thought you were watching Harry Potter with Jon."
"I've seen that movie a million times." Brendon starts grinding slowly down. "I was thinking about you," he insists.
"I was sleeping," Spencer informs him.
"That's okay," Brendon says. "I can do all the work."
Spencer debates pretending to fall asleep again, just to see if he can piss off Brendon, but sometime in there, Brendon manages to grab the lube from the beside table and pull Spencer's pants down.
Spencer's warm and loose, even though Brendon's totally crushing him a little bit. When Brendon shuffles to rest his weight on Spencer's thighs, Spencer takes a deep breath, then another, and then forgets to breathe altogether when Brendon slides two fingers inside.
"I've been thinking about you for a long time," Brendon says, conversationally, as he strokes over the same spot again and again until Spencer's grinding back against his fingers, grinding down onto the mattress.
Brendon pulls his fingers away quickly, and lines up his cock. There's a stretch and a burn as he pushes in, but he doesn't stop until he's all the way inside.
"Fuck," Spencer says, when Brendon thrusts shallowly forward. Brendon does it again, and the sharp motion forces the word out again. "Fuck."
"Fucking you," Brendon murmurs, and starts thrusting harder.
Spencer would roll his eyes, but his eyelids are closed, face pressed into the pillow, so it wouldn't do much good. Instead, he clenches around Brendon, as hard as he can. Brendon hisses.
"You feel," Brendon says, "even better than-- Fuck. Even better."
"Did Jon k-know that you weren't, ah. Weren't paying attention to the movie?"
"He was talk. Talking on the phone for, uh. Most of the time."
Brendon's hands are tight on Spencer's hips, and while Spencer really likes the way the angle changes so that Brendon can get deep, deep inside, he misses the friction he was getting from the sheets. He's not quite up on his knees, and all of his weight is resting on his forearms so he has to say, "Brendon. Brendon, could you just. Brendon."
Brendon fucks him quickly, fast enough that Spencer doesn't resister much more than good, good, good, even as he holds back the part of him that wants to ask for more.
"I'd-- I'd roll you on your back," Brendon says. Spencer can't see him, but he can imagine the look on Brendon's face, the way he gets that makes his voice go low and dirty. "Put your legs up on my shoulders. I could fuck you deep then."
Spencer whimpers when Brendon pushes inside and grinds forward to emphasize his point.
"But," he continues. "Then I wouldn't be able to see like I can now."
Brendon pulls all the way out. Spencer starts to curse under his breath, until he feels the head of Brendon's cock pushing back inside. He moves so slowly that Spencer can feel the stretch and give all over again.
Brendon says, "I couldn't see where you're tight around my cock."
Brendon moves one hand off Spencer's hip. He rubs with the tip of his thumb, pushes hard enough that Spencer can feel the difference between the pressure of his thumb and the stretch of his cock.
Spencer spreads his legs wider, presses his head against his forearm and thinks, please please pleasepleaseplease, until Brendon stops teasing and starts fucking him again. Even then there's still the please, still the more. Spencer muffles most of it in the pillow, but he can't get in enough air. When he turns his head to the side, Brendon fucks him even harder, and, "Fuck, Brendon. Come on," slips out before he can help himself.
Brendon still doesn't touch his cock, but he pushes Spencer's hips down, hard, and Spencer's cock gets caught between his stomach and the mattress. Brendon's hands are strong and Spencer can't move, can't grind down, can't do anything but arch under Brendon's hands as best he can, and try not to wake up the house when all of the sudden, his orgasm pounds over him. He comes and comes and it feels like it's never going to stop, feels like Brendon's never going to stop, until finally he does, buried as deep as he can get inside of Spencer.
It's a rough slide when Brendon pulls out, but Spencer is quiet through his wince.
The sheet is wet and sticky under his hips, but Spencer doesn't want to move. He doesn't want to get up and change the sheets, doesn't even want to roll over.
He can feel Brendon's fingers light, light, light on his spine. Brendon says, "Come on now, come on," and pulls gently at his side.
"What?" Spencer says. He's sleepy and Brendon's warm where he's still pressed against Spencer's back.
"Roll," Brendon says. "Come on, roll, roll, roll. I'll take the wet spot."
Spencer moves with Brendon's hands, waits while Brendon flops to the other side, over top of him. Brendon pulls up the sheets and tucks himself behind Spencer, locking his bent knees behind Spencer's own. He slips a hand around Spencer's stomach, and Spencer manages to pat his forearm twice before he falls asleep.