Ex Post | Brendon/Shane | NC-17 | ~ 12 100 words | Part 2/2
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Brendon sits at catering, wolfing down a plate of scrambled eggs. When Shane comes into the tent and sits down at the table, Brendon shoves his earbuds into his ears and turns up his iPod loud.
Shane eats his food and then he sends a couple of text messages and then he walks away.
Brendon turns his music off and frowns at his plate.
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He wants to keep ignoring Shane, but he knows that if he makes it obvious the others might ask questions, and Brendon definitely doesn't want to be asked questions, so instead he acts as normally as he can.
It turns out that acting normally involves spending almost every minute of his free time with Shane. They drive to the interview together and wait together in the van afterwards and eat sandwiches together backstage and bum around in the dressing room together and then Brendon plays a show and Shane films him.
Brendon comes off stage and Shane is still right there, not crowding Brendon or anything, just hanging out and doing his own thing.
Brendon calls first shower and then takes his time stomping around in the bathroom, enjoying his brief interlude of privacy until Jon starts banging on the door and Spencer yells, "I'm going to give your underwear to the fans waiting outside if you doesn't get your ass out in three seconds."
Brendon doesn't open the door immediately, so then he has to chase Ryan around the venue to catch his underwear again. Stupid Spencer giving stupid Ryan Brendon's stupid underwear because Ryan's the fastest runner.
Brendon loses his towel in the chase but he manages to get his underwear back.
He lies on the floor afterwards, claiming to be exhausted, and even manages to convince Zack to give him a piggyback ride to the bus, so all in all things work out okay.
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Zack drops Brendon off by the buses. Shane's standing outside, leaning against a bus and having a smoke.
"Give me one," Brendon says, standing in front of Shane.
Shane grabs a pack from his pocket and pulls out a cigarette. He lights the new one, his old cigarette still tucked between his lips, then passes it over to Brendon.
Brendon lifts it to his mouth, says, "Thanks," after exhaling slowly.
Brendon finishes his cigarette, and considers asking for another one. He looks sideways at Shane and is surprised to see that Shane's already looking at him.
"About last night," Brendon starts, before he realizes that he doesn't know what else he wants to say.
"Told ya it would seem like a bad idea when you were sober," Shane says.
Brendon frowns. "That's not--"
"You freaked out again," Shane says.
"We didn't do anything," he says, shaking his head. "I'm not freaking out, and we didn't do anything. Because you said no."
"Because you were drunk," Shane shoots back.
Brendon wishes he hadn't smoked the cigarette so quickly because then he'd have something to do with his hands.
He looks off into the distance and says, "I'm not drunk now." He glances over at Shane.
Shane tilts his head to the side.
They're right out in the open, standing in the parking lot. Brendon touches Shane's hand, gesturing for him to follow, and leads them to the other side of the bus, where they'll be more hidden.
"Can I have another cigarette?" he asks.
Shane pulls two out of the pack, lights them both, then passes one over to Brendon.
"You were all weird again today," Shane says as they smoke. It's dark; the buses are blocking most of the light. The gravel crunches under Brendon's feet when he shuffles around, leaning back against the bus.
"I felt stupid," Brendon admits. "'cause, like, with the band and, like, normal life, and, I mean. I was embarrassed."
"Nothing to be embarrassed about," Shane says.
"I know," Brendon says automatically. He pauses a minute, though, after. Runs it through in his head. He looks at Shane and says, "Yeah, I know," again. "So maybe we could try again some time?"
"Yeah?" Shane asks. He turns his body and Brendon turns as well until they're facing each other, their shoulders pressed against the bus.
"I mean, even if we don't-- you know, all the other stuff?" Brendon looks at Shane and Shane nods. "I think that we could-- Yeah." Brendon nods to himself, looking down and grinning. His chest is starting to feel all full and it's hard for him to stand still but this is a really fucking awesome idea, so he's justified in his excitement. "I'd rather we did the other stuff, too, though," he adds, quickly.
Shane laughs. "Seriously?" he asks. "You really want to do this?"
Brendon nods vigorously.
"Okay," Shane says, his voice sounding breathless. "Yeah, okay."
"Everything, right?" Brendon says.
Shane grins, leaning forward to kiss Brendon hard, their mouths mashing together.
"Yeah," Shane says. "Everything."
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The show goes really fucking well and Brendon carries the roar of the crowd with him when he leaves the stage. Everyone is cheerful backstage, pumped up and exuberant. Brendon finds himself in the middle of a group hug when he walks into the dressing room, Spencer's arm around his shoulder, Ryan's hand low across his back, Jon's fingers reaching across Ryan to brush his arm.
"That was--" Ryan trails off, ducking his head and grinning at the floor.
"That," Spencer agrees.
Jon whoops and Brendon echoes the sound and it's noisy and the room is packed with bodies and Brendon thinks, yes, this.
He spins around, bumping into Zack, knocking into Eric. Shane's leaning against the wall, grinning, looking around the room excitedly, watching them all. Brendon walks to him and then it's easy to keep walking, to duck out of the room, dragging Shane behind him until they find a quiet hallway, just out of sight. Easy to press their bodies together and open his mouth, slide his tongue into Shane's mouth and hold tightly onto Shane's shoulders.
Shane leans back against the wall and lets Brendon kiss him, his hips canted forward and his hands clasped around Brendon's lower back. He kisses back, meets the push of Brendon's tongue with his own and Brendon bounces up on his toes, his body swaying forward, leaning against Shane. Shane catches him, the wall holding up both of their weight.
Brendon pulls back, licking his lips. Shane's still grinning; his eyes are quieter now, but he's still grinning. Brendon leaves his hands on Shane's shoulders.
"It was a good show tonight," Brendon says, laughing.
Shane's grinning and Brendon's laughing and it's not a great kiss because of the funny shapes of their mouths, but it feels good anyway. Brendon nips at Shane's lower lip.
"Yeah, you were pretty fucking hot up there," Shane says, his head bowed so their faces are close together. He looks Brendon in the eye when he says it, and it sounds like more than just a compliment on Brendon's singing.
Brendon drags his hand up Shane's neck to cup Shane's jaw with his palm.
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Brendon and Shane go to the club with everyone else but bail after the second round of drinks, catching a cab back to the hotel.
Brendon's a little tipsy, but nowhere near drunk and he's pretty sure that Shane's at about the same place. Shane spreads his legs and Brendon stretches out on top of Shane, holding himself up as he kisses Shane, Shane's hips bucking up to make contact.
They get naked and Brendon dashes over to his bag for lube and condoms and when Shane says, "You wanna--?" Brendon says, "Oh, fuck yes."
Shane jerks himself off slowly while Brendon works him open, two fingers moving carefully. Shane goes quiet when Brendon eases the first finger inside. Brendon watches Shane, who stares thoughtfully up at the ceiling, but never looks pained, not exactly. Brendon watches Shane when he slides the second finger inside, then gets distracted by the movement of Shane's fist over his erection. Brendon leaves his fingers inside of Shane and grabs for the bottle of lube, dripping some down onto Shane's cock, and then he gets really distracted by the sight of Shane's cock sliding through the ring of his hand, the wet sounds his skin makes as he strokes himself.
Shane is always so deliberate with his hands: careful and purposeful as he uses his camera. He pulls hard on his cock though, his fingers twisting over the head. Brendon likes watching Shane's hands.
Shane doesn't stop jerking himself off when Brendon rolls on the condom, lubes up his cock, and slides inside. Brendon moves in slow, long strokes, making it as smooth as he can, and Shane makes low appreciative noises. Brendon sits back even though it limits his range of motion, because Shane has more room that way. He holds onto Shane's thighs, holding his legs up and open, and works his cock slow and deep, paying close attention to getting the angle that makes Shane pant.
He thinks that Shane is going to come soon, and that thought makes him want to come really soon, so he tries to think about something else instead, to hold out and make this good for Shane.
Shane comes, and Brendon fucks him though it, moving slowly and trying to draw it out for as long as possible. He's thrusting so slowly that it's a surprise when orgasm crashes over him, too.
He pulls out carefully, then collapses on the bed beside Shane. He reaches out, but Shane says, "Dude, the condom," so he pulls that off, then reaches again, throwing his arm around Shane's chest. They're both sweaty, so Brendon leaves a little space between their bodies otherwise. Shane lies on his back, lifts his hand up to trail his fingers up and down Brendon's arm, draped across his chest. Brendon scoots over a little closer. He really does have the most amazing ideas.
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"Orgasm control."
Brendon grins. "I already knew that one."
Shane starts looking a little sheepish, so Brendon leans in for a quick kiss. Their heads are both on the same pillow, so he doesn't have to move far.
"Wax play," Brendon says.
"Toys," Shane says. "Like butt plugs and stuff."
Brendon rolls his eyes, making a Duh face.
"Bondage?" Shane says. At first Brendon thinks he's just trying to throw something else out, but Shane waits and Brendon realizes that Shane's asking him a question.
"Usually I'd rather be held down than tied up," Brendon says. "But sometimes I really like it."
He looks at his arm, tucked in between their bodies. He feels hypersensitive in his body right now. Like he's still feeling his orgasm a little, but also like he's ready for round two, and mainly squirmy because talking feels a lot like foreplay right now. He's never done this before: taken the time to actually lay it all out like this. He would have thought it would feel awkward, but instead it just makes him feel ready.
"Do you like how it feels, or is it more about being helpless?" Shane asks.
"Both, I guess," Brendon says. "And 'cause it makes it easier to take corporal."
"How are you about pain?"
"Pretty much a wuss," Brendon says, laughing a little. "If it's not too much it gets me really hot though."
Shane runs his hand down Brendon's side, squeezing when he gets to Brendon's hip. He touches Brendon's hip bone with light swipes of his thumb. He's hardly brushing Brendon's skin, but still Brendon feels like a tug all the way down. His cock twitches.
"I liked when you had marks," Shane says. "Seeing them on you the next morning."
"Yes," Brendon says. His breathing speeds up.
Brendon's body is tense and ready, but it's really fucking late already, so they just jerk each other off, their arms bumping together as they try to get the angle right to do it at the same time, and then go to sleep.
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Everyone's heading out after the show, but Brendon begs off.
"You want to watch Flight of the Conchords?" Shane asks, standing in the lounge and surveying the row of DVDs.
"Okay," Brendon says. He stands up and walks over to Shane. "Or, maybe instead--" He waits until Shane is looking at him, and then leans up for a kiss.
Shane kisses him back, smiling when they part.
"Or maybe that," Shane agrees.
They kiss again. Brendon sucks lightly on Shane's lower lip, then uses his teeth biting hard. Shane hisses, but Brendon doesn't let go right away.
Shane looks surprised, afterward, but he leans back in to kiss Brendon.
Brendon bites him again, sharp teeth on the soft curve of Shane's mouth. He keeps his jaw tight until finally Shane grabs his head, tightening his fingers in Brendon's hair and pulling until Brendon opens his mouth, keening softly. Shane's fingers stay tight in his hair, and he licks Shane's lip, little kitten licks with the tip of his tongue.
When Shane finally releases him, Brendon stays with his head tilting up, looks at Shane and waits. Shane looks back, studying him, until finally Brendon blurts out, "Please?"
Shane breaks eye contact and glances around the room. He bends over and grabs a scarf off the floor; probably one of Ryan's. He holds it up, looks at Brendon, and Brendon says quickly, "Yes."
"We don't have all that long," Shane says. His voice is kind of quiet and kind of calm, just like it always is, and he says, "Take off your shirt."
Brendon strips off his shirt gracelessly, chucking it onto the floor.
"Pick that up," Shane says in the same calm voice.
Brendon grabs his shirt, looking around for somewhere else to put it. He drapes it over the back of the nearby chair, then looks at Shane to see if that's okay.
Shane gives him a little nod. He says, "Turn around. Put your hands behind your back."
Brendon turns, and clasps his hands together.
Shane keeps talking. Says, "We don't have much time and we don't have all that much room so we can't do very much right now," conversationally, while he loops the scarf around Brendon's wrists. He ties it in a knot.
Brendon stares forward at the floor, breathing quietly while Shane ties his wrists together. When he finishes, Brendon flexes his wrists; the tie holds.
Shane lets go of his wrists, stepping just far enough back that Brendon can't feel the contact of his body. He doesn't touch Brendon and he doesn't touch Brendon and then finally he grabs a handful of hair and pulls his head to the side with one sharp jerk. Brendon startles and moans softly before he catches himself and bites off the sound.
"Brendon," Shane says, twisting his fingers. It takes Brendon a moment to remember what Shane was saying.
"Yes." Brendon quickly recites, "Just a little bit tonight."
"Show me that you'll be good and then we'll see about the next hotel night."
Brendon sags back against Shane, even though it means that his hair is pulled even tighter. He exhales, then keens when Shane bites down, his teeth digging into the back of his neck.
He babbles, "Yes, okay. Yeah, that'll be-- We can, fuck. Shane."
Shane gentles the pressure of his teeth, then kisses up Brendon's neck, resting his head against the side of Brendon's. He breathes, "You smell good," into Brendon's skin, and Brendon arches back, reaching out for Shane with his hands, tied together and trapped between their bodies.
Shane kisses him again, and says, "Turn around."
Brendon turns and Shane says, "Get on your knees." Brendon drops down quickly, landing with a soft thud.
Immediately, he leans forward, rubbing his cheek against the line of Shane's cock, hard in his pants. Shane grabs his hair again, pulling him back, his fingers twisting painfully. Brendon opens his mouth, but manages to hold the sound back. He's glad his hands are behind his back because it would be hard to keep them off his cock, otherwise.
Brendon pants. He feels little tremors sliding up and down his body, and he breathes quickly and waits with Shane's hand in his hair until finally Shane uses his other hand to pop open the button on his pants and pull the zipper down.
Brendon's mouth waters when Shane's cock springs up. He licks his lips and opens his mouth and finally, finally Shane guides him forward and he can suck Shane's cock into his mouth.
He opens his jaw up wide and Shane starts guiding him down. He keeps his hips still, just encourages Brendon lower and lower until Brendon has to tilt his head back and hold his breath, opening up his throat for Shane's cock. He stays there until he needs to breathe and then he pulls back.
Shane pushes him down again, but this time he thrusts forward, too. His hand is firm on the back of Brendon's head and his hips move forward steadily, and there's nowhere for Brendon to go. Shane's cock is thick in his mouth and against the back of his throat and Brendon takes him down again.
Shane moves more quickly, shallow thrusts that rub his cock over Brendon's tongue. Brendon keeps his jaw loose and open, and sucks when he can manage it. Shane's hand holds his head up and all he has to do is stay here and suck Shane's cock. He closes his eyes and focuses on how it feels, how Shane tastes, the way his fingers feel cupping the back of Brendon's head.
Brendon would take it if Shane wanted to push in deeper, but Shane keeps the same depth to his thrusts. Brendon doesn't mind that Shane is going easy on him. He likes the rhythm Shane is setting; he wonders if Shane will fuck him.
Shane pulls back, and Brendon follows him forward without thinking. He can't get his mouth on Shane's cock again though, and he blinks slowly.
Shane lets go of Brendon's head and says, "Lean back. Hold yourself up with your hands."
Brendon leans back. The scarf catches around his wrists, and it takes some maneuvering to get his hands flat on the floor.
Shane says, "Further," and Brendon moves his hands back until he can feel the strain in his shoulders. He's up on his knees, and he has to spread his legs to keep his balance.
Shane drops down in front of Brendon, seemingly unconcerned with his cock, which is still hanging out of his pants.
He undoes Brendon's jeans and pushes Brendon's underwear down until his cock is free, straining up toward his stomach. Brendon's body is tight with the effort to hold himself up like this. Shane touches his cock, and Brendon's fingers try to dig into the floor.
"Look at how hard you are," Shane says. "Just from sucking cock."
Brendon wants to thrust up into Shane's hand, but it's hard enough just to hold himself up like this. He's pretty sure that's what Shane was going for.
Shane starts jerking him off, his grip firm. Brendon swallows wetly. It feels really fucking good, Shane touching him like this.
Shane moves his hand away, though, before Brendon can get there.
He lets go of Brendon's cock and rubs his palms up Brendon's chest, both of his hands, until he reaches Brendon's nipples and he moves his fingers over Brendon's nipples, just little tiny touches with the tips of his fingers that Brendon can feel all the way down to his balls.
Shane keeps touching him and it's so light. It goes straight down to Brendon's cock and he wants Shane's hand on his cock and he wants to come. He feels himself getting wound tighter and tighter, but not quite, not quite all the way there. Shane keeps touching him until his nipples start feeling tender, and Brendon can't help squirming, even though it pulls on his shoulders, and then Shane brings his fingers together and pinches.
Brendon jerks, but he keeps arching forward, keeps pressing into Shane's hands. It hurts in the kind of way that makes his cock ache, too. Shane pinches hard, a steady pressure with his fingers that just makes Brendon want more, and then he pinches even harder, adding the edge of his thumbnails. Brendon's cock jerks, and he makes this high sound in the back of his throat and keeps pressing forward into Shane's hands.
Shane finally lets go. Brendon gasps loudly and Shane grins, touches Brendon's collarbone and says, "Look at you."
He strokes his hands down Brendon's chest until he reaches Brendon's cock again, and Brendon feels like his arms are going to give out, but he locks his elbows and grits his teeth, and it's worth it because Shane wraps his hand around Brendon's cock and starts jerking him off, firm motions with his hand, and he doesn't stop, even when Brendon starts making a soft, "Ah, ah," noise.
Brendon's thighs start to shake, and then his whole body as orgasm hits. He arches back, his hips jerking as he comes and comes and Shane keeps pulling him through it until his cock goes sensitive and he doesn't think he can take any more. Shane tugs on him a couple more times and finally lets go.
Sweat slides down the side of Brendon's face, and he blinks, shaking his head to try and keep it out of his eyes. Shane pulls off his t-shirt then uses it to wipe off Brendon's chest and his own hand. He wraps his hands around Brendon's ribcage and helps pull him upright.
Brendon sits back on his heels and Shane pushes his hair back on his forehead.
Shane asks, "How're you?"
Brendon's tongue feels thick in his mouth. He has to swallow, and still his voice is rough when he says, "Good." Says, "I want to get you off."
Shane cups the back of his neck and kisses his mouth. He whispers, "Awesome," then fucks his tongue into Brendon's mouth. Brendon kisses back, sucks on Shane's tongue eagerly.
Shane breaks the kiss and stands up.
He says, "Get me wet," and guides Brendon forward, cupping the back of his head.
Brendon's still slow from orgasm, but he mouths Shane's dick as best he can, licking over the shaft until his mouth can slide easily.
Shane pulls his hips back and starts jerking himself off, and Brendon stares at Shane's fingers sliding over his dick.
He leans forward again, and Shane lets him get away with it. He mouths the head of Shane's dick while Shane works his hand over the rest. Shane is leaking and Brendon can taste him, and his own cock starts twitching back to life.
Eventually, Shane pulls his head back, yanking on his hair. Brendon closes his eyes and lets his jaw fall open naturally. The angle of his head makes it easier to just open his mouth, but it makes Shane gasp, it speeds up the sound of his hand moving on his cock.
He's glad that his hands are tied behind his back because he's tempted to reach for Shane right now, to feel out until he makes contact with Shane's thighs, but this way he doesn't have to worry about it. Shane doesn't want him to move his hands and now Brendon can't and all he has to do is stay here like this.
Shane's breath catches in his throat and he comes and it's warm and wet on Brendon's face. Brendon leaves his mouth open and some of it lands on his tongue and some of it slides down his cheeks. Shane guides his cock into Brendon's mouth and Brendon sucks him gently to the end of orgasm, and swallows.
Shane sinks to the ground, reaching out for his discarded t-shirt. He wipes up Brendon's face carefully, kisses him again, then crawls around so that he can reach Brendon's wrists. He unties the scarf, and Brendon moves his arms gingerly until his hands are in his lap.
Shane moves to sit beside Brendon, opens his legs, his knees bent with one behind Brendon and his arm wrapped around Brendon's shoulder. Brendon slumps over, leaning against him.
Shane lifts his other hand and strokes his fingers gently through Brendon's hair. Brendon wiggles his fingers in his lap until his arms feel like normal again, then squirms in closer, tucking himself into the v of Shane's thighs.
Shane pets his hair and holds Brendon up until Brendon sighs happily, and twists up for a kiss.
"I wish we weren't on a tour bus," Shane says.
"Yeah," Brendon agrees. He rubs his cheek against Shane's shoulder. "Dude," he says, after a pause. "We have a fucking house."
"Oh, I know," Shane says, happily.
"This is going to be fucking awesome."
Shane tightens his arm around Brendon's shoulder. "In the meantime, are you ready to get dressed before your band gets back?"
Brendon nods, and they slowly pull themselves apart. Brendon finds a new t-shirt for Shane, and by the time everyone gets back, Brendon and Shane are sitting on the couch, partway through an episode of Flight of the Conchords.
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Brendon finds Shane chatting with some of the tech guys. He hangs back until Shane notices him and walks over.
There are a whole bunch of people around, so Brendon just smiles and keeps his hands to himself.
"I've got like half an hour," Brendon says. "You wanna grab something to eat?"
"Sounds good."
They find food and then find a quiet spot, a tucked away room at the back of the venue. Brendon puts his feet on his lap and steals the rest of Shane's drink, gives Shane all of the pickles off his sandwich.
Shane finishes eating and sits with his fingers curled lightly around Brendon's ankle.
Before they go again, Brendon jokes, "Give me your sweet kisses, baby," managing to keep a straight face.
Shane stares at him for a minute, the corners of his mouth twitching. His eyes crinkle up, but he doesn't start laughing, and instead leans in to kiss Brendon, all slow and tender, and whatever. It's not like Brendon's going to stop him.
He makes it to sound check three minutes late, and Ryan asks him why he keeps smiling to himself.
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Brendon's trying to convince Jon to warm up by singing Aladdin with him, but he takes a quick break when he sees Shane walk in the room.
Shane's reaching for something on the shelf when Brendon plasters himself along Shane's back. Half an hour ago, Brendon was sitting on Spencer's lap, so no one gives him and Shane a second look. Brendon thinks he'd like to tell people, one day. Maybe once he and Shane finish figuring everything out. To tell people bits and pieces, anyway.
"Hotel night," he mumbles, pressing his face into Shane's neck. He lets his hips press up against Shane, briefly. His hard cock.
"I remember," Shane says, turning his head and looking at Brendon over his shoulder. He gets whatever he was grabbing for and starts turning around. Brendon steps back to give him space.
As Shane brushes past him, he says in a low voice, "Don't even think about jerking off when you shower."
Brendon nods, even though that was kind of what his plan was.
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Brendon stands beside Shane during the elevator ride. He thinks that he should be making a better effort at small talk, but they're just about there, just about in the room, and he's been waiting for this all day.
He says goodbye to the rest of the band absently and follows Shane down the hall toward their room.
They walk into the hotel room and set their bags down.
Shane goes to the bathroom for a drink of water, but Brendon just stands in the center of the room and waits for him.
When he gets back, Shane takes a minute to look around the room, before walking over to the desk. Shane pulls the chair away from the desk and sits down. It's got a straight back and no arms. He leans back, his hands resting lightly on his thighs and says, "Take off your clothes," and then watches while Brendon strips.
Brendon thinks that maybe he should try and put on a bit of a show, but he doesn't have the patience for it. He shucks off his clothes, drops them carelessly on the floor, then bends over and sweeps them into something of a pile, pushing them out of the way.
He stands up straight and lets Shane look at him, waits while Shane sits silently. Brendon feels naked and ready for Shane to touch him. The waiting isn't bad though; it gives him a chance to center himself.
Shane sits fully clothed on the chair. He shifts, his hips pressing forward as he spreads his legs. It makes Brendon's cock twitch just to look at him. Brendon leaves his hands loose at his sides.
Shane says, "Come here," and Brendon starts walking slowly toward him, watching Shane closely because he's not sure exactly what Shane wants him to do.
He gets close to Shane's chair and continues shuffling closer until Shane's hands reach out. Shane grabs his hips and pulls him closer yet until he's standing between Shane's spread legs.
"If you want to stop, say 'no,' or say 'stop.' You don't need to use a safeword," Shane says. "You can have one if you want though."
Shane pauses, and Brendon shakes his head.
"You have to say if anything's too much," Shane says.
He prompts, "Brendon," so Brendon says, "I'll say if anything's too much."
"Nothing that you're going to freak out about in the morning," Shane says.
Brendon says, "Okay." Shane's hands are firm on his hips and it just makes Brendon more aware of how hard his cock is.
"Is there anything you want to say?" Shane asks.
Brendon pauses. He shakes his head, before remembering to ask, "What do you want me to call you?"
"What's my name?"
Brendon says, "Shane."
Shane smiles softly at him. "I think that'll work then." Brendon finds himself smiling back.
Shane squeezes his hips harder, and Brendon's mouth falls open instead. It's hard to keep himself from arching forward.
Shane lets go. He says, "I want you across my lap."
He doesn't move, just looks calmly up at Brendon, and Brendon tries to figure out how to lower himself down. It's awkward getting there, trying to find his balance.
He gets his chest and belly across Shane's knees. Shane says, "All the way, Brendon," and Brendon wiggles forward until his hips are flush with Shane's outer thigh, and his ass is up in the air. He holds up most of his weight on his feet. He feels awkward for the long moment that Shane remains still, leaving him to squirm around to find a comfortable position. Brendon tries to keep his head up; he can feel the blood rushing to his face.
Finally, Shane reaches across his back and grabs the arm farther away from him, pulling it behind behind Brendon's back, his fingers tight against Brendon's wrist. Brendon's other hand dangles down, not quite close enough to the floor to use for balance. He thinks it would be easier if he had both arms behind his back, or both free, maybe. He feels off center like this, like if Shane moves his legs then Brendon will go tumbling to the floor. His hard cock pushes into Shane's leg. He catches himself before he starts trying to rub his hips for friction.
He lifts his hips up and moves so that his cock is under himself, trapped between his lower belly and Shane's thigh, instead of pressed against the outside of Shane's leg. Shane tugs his arm further and further back until the pull starts feeling painful and Brendon forces himself to stillness.
Shane palms his ass, holding him open as he slides his thumb up the crease. He presses his thumb lightly against Brendon's hole, and Brendon's torn between wanting to push back and feeling embarrassed to be exposed like this. Shane moves his thumb so lightly that it almost tickles. His hips buck up, and Shane moves his hand away.
Brendon knows what's coming, but Shane pauses for such a long time that Brendon's still surprised when Shane's hand finally comes down.
Shane keeps it light at first, smacking all over Brendon's ass in no pattern that Brendon can recognize. He slides into something of a rhythm when he starts hitting harder, though. Brendon knows when the next blow is coming, and he settles into it. He feels like his head is far away from his body.
Shane hits the back of his thigh hard and Brendon wants to kick his legs up, to bend his knees and fold up. If he were standing up he'd be dancing on his toes, but instead he just breathes out, slow and shaky, and tries to keep his body relaxed.
Shane keeps hitting the same spot, his hand slapping down rhythmically. Brendon makes a low noise to see what Shane does. Shane just continues on until finally Brendon grunts sharply without meaning to. Shane hits him a couple more times, then moves on to the other thigh, doing the same thing. It seems like Shane is hitting in exactly the same spot; Brendon wonders if there will be a hand print later. He wonders if his cock is leaking onto Shane's pants.
Shane strokes over his skin. His fingernails are short, but Brendon's skin feels so raw that it still hurts when he scratches lightly and Brendon makes high noises each time Shane digs in.
Shane's not really hitting that hard, keeping the blows sharp more than thuddy, and Brendon knows this probably won't even bruise. It hurts right now though.
Shane starts smacking him again, and Brendon makes this little huffing sound each time Shane's hand makes contact. Shane's hitting firmly, now. Hitting a little slower than before. Brendon wants to squirm away from it, but Shane's holding his arm across his back. There's nowhere to move his hips because Shane's legs are right there. He wants to move away and he wants to move away and Shane keeps hitting him until finally the warmth spreads over his whole body, and then it's not as hard to take it anymore.
Shane trails his fingers lightly over the curve of Brendon's ass and Brendon feels goosebumps creep down his thighs, up the small of his back. He's starting to sweat. His arm is going a little heavy, like it'll be falling asleep pretty soon.
Shane shifts beneath him, adjusting his legs. He starts hitting him again, and this time Brendon holds still instead of tensing against it.
Shane hits him hard, then says, "You there now?"
He waits while Brendon nods his head slowly. He could probably say, 'yes,' out loud, but it's easier just to nod.
Shane rubs his hand warmly over Brendon's lower back.
He slaps Brendon's ass and it hurts and Brendon likes it. His skin feels tight and Shane's hand feels really fucking sharp each time it comes down. The noises he makes when Shane's hand hits are louder now, because it's easier if he can let it out a little bit.
Shane hits in a few more times, but just playfully now, just sharp little hits across his thighs, which make Brendon yelp.
"That was really good," Shane says. He lets go of Brendon's arm. "I'm going to help you get up now."
He wraps his arm under Brendon's chest and helps pull him up, both of them stumbling awkwardly to their feet. Brendon feels his knees buckle when he finally stands upright, but Shane's right there, his arm wrapped around Brendon's waist to help hold him up. He waits until Brendon can stand upright on his own, then slides his hand down to palm Brendon's ass.
Brendon ducks his head, leans his forehead into Shane's shoulder and shivers. Shane's hand feels cool on his hot ass, even though it also hurts when he rubs his palm over raw skin.
Shane circles his arm around Brendon's lower back, and cups Brendon's jaw with his other hand, tilts Brendon's head up. He kisses Brendon gently and says, "Go lie down on the bed."
Brendon nods. He opens his mouth for another kiss.
Shane takes a small step back, and Brendon flushes when he realizes that he's been rubbing his hips forward, pressing his cock against Shane. His ass feels hot and numb at the same time, somehow. His cock just feels hard.
Shane steers him toward the bed and Brendon climbs up, crawling backward and making room for Shane to follow him up.
Shane says, "Lie down." He pushes Brendon's legs open, kneeling between them.
Brendon looks up at Shane. It feels good to be lying down, even though his ass is still throbbing.
Shane touches his hands to Brendon's hips, squeezing meaningfully and pushing him down, then reaches for Brendon's cock. He wraps his thumb and first finger around the crown and drags it down, lingering at the base before sliding it up again. His thumb drags along the bottom of Brendon's cock on the way up, and the head is wet with precome by the time he reaches the crown again.
Shane swipes his thumb in a circle around the head and Brendon's hips jerk without them meaning to.
"Hold still," Shane reminds him slowly. He keeps moving his thumb in circles around the head, his thumb sliding slickly. He presses firmly and it's fucking intense, the way he keeps on touching there. It feels like it's almost too much and Brendon tries not to squirm but his cock jumps in Shane's hand and then his hips and Shane lets go, pulls his hand back and slaps Brendon's cock. Brendon's hips jerk again, moving up or back or something, just moving, and Shane slaps him again. After the stinging fades, it's a low kind of hurt. Brendon exhales, then rolls his hips up.
Shane slaps his cock again, and just the sound of his hand making contact sends a jolt through Brendon's body. Brendon spreads his legs and lifts his hips. Shane slaps him hard this time. Brendon's silent for a long moment, holding his breath, before he makes a noise, his voice breaking halfway through. He inhales deeply before pushing his hips forward again.
"It's fucking hot how much you like this," Shane says after he slaps Brendon's cock again.
Brendon's breath is stuck in his chest. Shane hits him harder each time, and it's more and more difficult to find the air afterward. It's not too bad, though, with Shane just hitting his cock and leaving his balls alone. He wants his cock to be touched, and even though it hurts, it's sensation, and he still wants more.
Shane pulls his hand back and spits on his palm, wraps his hand around Brendon's erection. He gives one hard tug, and Brendon thinks he's going to come, except that Shane grabs tightly around the base of his cock and uses his other hand to tug his balls down, firmly.
Brendon whimpers.
"Ask," Shane says. "I want you to ask before you come."
Shane lets go of his balls, and Brendon immediately asks, "Can I come?" even though he's not quite right there on the edge any more.
"No," Shane says, and slaps Brendon's cock again. It doesn't take away the feeling of being really fucking close.
Brendon digs his heels into the bed, his legs bracketing Shane's body. Shane hits him again, then again, hard each time without much of a pause in between. Brendon's hands come flying up, not touching anything, he just clenches his fingers into fists, grits his teeth and tries to exhale.
"Put your hands above your head," Shane says, quietly.
Brendon lifts his arms up all the way, drops his hands down on the pillow above his head.
Shane strokes Brendon's thighs. Brendon focuses on catching his breath. He looks down at Shane, who's watching him and smiling softly.
"You're keeping your hips still now," Shane points out.
Brendon nods.
He holds Brendon's cock upright with the tips of his fingers, slapping gently with his other hand, just sharp little smacks, not even enough to push Brendon's cock out of the light hold he has with his other hand.
"And what if I want to keep hitting you just 'cause?" Shane says, looking up at him.
Brendon nods again.
Shane grins at him, and Brendon's chest feels tight and happy.
Shane slides his hand down Brendon's cock and holds the base instead. He uses his thumb and his first finger and he flicks his fingers over the head of Brendon cock, and Brendon grunts, makes a low sound each time Shane's finger makes contact. Shane keeps the contact fairly light, but he speeds it up, until it's flick, flick, flick, all in a row, and Brendon cries out.
Shane leans down and licks gently over Brendon's cock until Brendon quiets again.
Shane sits up, uses a light grip as he slides his hand up and down Brendon's cock. Brendon wants to arch into his hands, but he stays still. He doesn't move and Shane touches him lightly, pausing only to scrape up the bottom of Brendon's cock with the blunt edge of his thumbnail. Brendon throws his neck back, twisting his head from side to side, but Shane does it again and Brendon says, "Can I come? Shane, can I come, can I, fuck, Shane, can I--"
And Shane says, "Yes," and twists his hand over the head of Brendon's cock, and Brendon comes hard enough that his body jerks on the bed and his eyes roll back in his head. He moans long vowel sounds and Shane pulls him through until he's spent and he's limp on the bed and he wants to reach out for Shane, but Shane said to keep his hands above his head so he doesn't move.
Shane curses and fumbles his jeans open, pulls out his cock, and starts jerking off, his hand still wet with Brendon's come.
Brendon rasps out, "Shane," and watches Shane curl in on himself as he comes, shuddering through it. A little bit hits Brendon's thigh, and he wishes that Shane would have jerked off onto him instead. He should have asked for that. It's okay, though; it's fucking hot just to get to see that. Maybe Shane will fuck him later. They've got all night.
Shane crawls down beside Brendon and cups Brendon's hands, still up above his head, guiding them back down.
Brendon says, "Thanks," and wraps himself around Shane.
Shane clings back just as tightly.
Brendon strokes Shane's back, touches Shane's skin until they start to get cold, and then Shane pulls up the blankets to cover them up.
"How do you feel?" Shane asks. He reaches down to cup Brendon's cock gently.
"Tender," Brendon says. "Not sore." He's half-hard, and he's not sure if he's getting hard again, or if he just never went fully soft after the first time.
Shane cups his ass and Brendon says, "Good. It's fine."
"I don't think there will be much bruising, if any," Shane says. "I didn't see any purple when I was spanking you." And, yeah, it's that Brendon's getting hard again. His cock gives a little jump.
He feels tired, though. His body feels loose and warm and his head's still all floaty, but Shane's arm is wrapped around him, holding him close.
"You wanna take a bath together in a little bit?" Shane offers.
"Yeah," Brendon says. "In a little bit." He yawns, stretches a little then sinks deeper into the bed. "Hey," he says in a sleepy voice. "So, I found this website. Stuff that we could order for when we get back home."
"Oh yeah?" Shane says, sliding his hand down his back to rest on the curve of Brendon's ass.
"You want to pick some stuff out together after the bath?"
Shane grins. "Yeah. You really do have awesome ideas."
"'s so true," Brendon agrees, letting his eyelids droop downward. "Wake me up for the bath," he mutters.
"Okay," Shane whispers. He pecks Brendon's forehead and holds him close, and Brendon still has that warm feeling while he falls asleep.