Just a little snippet, unbetaed and without plot /o\
Brendon/Shane | 1100 words | NC-17 for kink | theoretically this is in the same verse as Ex Post
It's a thick elastic, tough and a little brittle. Shane can't pull it all that far back, but that's alright; he can get enough tension that it snaps loudly against Brendon's skin, and that's all he needs.
He's working his way down Brendon's chest in what he hopes will become a long line of lightly upraised welts. Some of the spots aren't as red as others, and he doesn't know yet if he wants to go back and snap the elastic over them again to try for more uniformity. There's a dark red spot just under Brendon's breast bone, and Shane's been trying to replicate that level of tension, but it's difficult as he moves lower, snapping the elastic down the line of Brendon's stomach now.
Brendon's ticklish, and he's squirming around more, making a little yelping sound each time the elastic hits his skin. Shane stops a few inches above Brendon's belly button and aims the elastic for the same spot, holding his right hand still while he uses his left to pull the elastic back, letting go over and over again until finally Brendon's voice cracks. Brendon's not holding completely still; it looks like his arms are starting to shake. They're stretched out behind his back after Shane told them to reach behind himself and hold himself up.
Shane slaps the elastic a few more times and watches Brendon's skin colour from red into a mottled purple. It's funny how easy it is to bruise him with just an elastic. Shane likes marking Brendon like this, being able to bruise him without a using a lot of impact.
Brendon's silent for a long moment, and Shane holds his hand still, waits for Brendon to finally take a breath again. Brendon exhales loudly, and it sounds a little like a groan. His shoulders flex as he lets his head fall back, his neck bared, the tendons pulled tight. He lifts his head again and Shane can see his flushed cheeks and the full curve of his mouth. His eyes are shiny and his forehead is wet with sweat. Shane feels that familiar surge jolt through his belly, and eventually settle into a warm, calm feeling.
As Brendon watches, Shane pulls the elastic back, aiming it for the bruised spot. Brendon's body tenses even further, his chest stilling as he holds his breath. His belly tightens enough that Shane can see the lines of muscle. Shane watches him brace for it, holds the elastic tight to drag the moment out, waits, waits, and Brendon waits too, doesn't try to flinch away, doesn't recoil. Shane lets go of the elastic slowly, moving his hand away so that it doesn't make contact with Brendon's skin.
Shane slips the elastic around his wrist and says, "Sit up," moving further down Brendon's body so that there's room for Brendon to sit all the way up. Brendon's hands come to rest in his lap, and Shane circles his fingers around Brendon's forearms.
Brendon's legs are straight out in front of himself, Shane's straddling him, his weight resting lightly just above Brendon's knees.
Shane runs his hands up Brendon's arms, cups his neck while he kisses Brendon firmly on the mouth, then says, "Lie down all the way."
Brendon leans back until he's lying flat on the bed. He turns his hands so that his palms are facing up, his wrists. He flexes and relaxes his fingers.
"Down at your sides is fine," Shane says, and Brendon curls his hands into loose fists.
Shane stretches forward, his hands reaching, resting on the bed on either side of Brendon's head. He ducks and kisses Brendon again, fucks his tongue slowly into Brendon's mouth. He braces himself with one forearm to the bed, resting just above and to the side of Brendon's head, and uses his other hand to push Brendon's sweaty hair away from his forehead. He rest his thumb on the hinge of Brendon's jaw, feeling the movement beneath the skin as Brendon kisses him, his mouth opening wider.
Shane pulls away, hovering just above Brendon's mouth. Brendon's lips are parted, his head tilted up. Shane opens his eyes, watching the little changes of expression in Brendon's face. He dips his head a little lower, and Brendon's lips part, starting to purse for a kiss that doesn't come. When Shane pulls further away, Brendon's brow wrinkles. He doesn't try to chase Shane up though, just lies back and waits, his eyes closed, eyelashes fluttering against his cheek.
Shane licks the edge of Brendon's upper lip with just the tip of his tongue and then sits up. He settles his weight onto Brendon, feels the line of Brendon's cock against his ass. Brendon makes a little choking sound. Shane's still wearing jeans, so he grinds down, creating rough friction over Brendon's bare skin.
"How turned on are you right now?" Shane asks, spreading his fingers over Brendon's chest, his palm covering Brendon's nipple. "I can feel you trying to rub up against me."
Brendon shivers, and stops rocking his hips up. Mostly, anyway. Shane can still feel the occasional movement.
Shane rubs his palm over Brendon's nipple, then uses his hand to pull the elastic off his other wrist. He stretches it between his thumb and first finger, holds his hand above the little point of Brendon's nipple. He snaps the elastic lightly, hardly pulling it back before he lets go. Brendon backs a breathy, "Ah," sound each time the elastic makes contact. Shane snaps it quickly until Brendon's little sounds run together, "Ah, ah, ah, ah," and then he moves over the to other nipple.
When Shane rubs his thumbs over Brendon's nipples, Brendon twitches like he doesn't know whether he wants to move toward Shane's hands or away from them.
Shane moves his thumbs in light, light circles, barely brushing the skin, until finally Brendon gasps sharply and says, "Shane, Shane, please."
"Please what?" Shane asks, pushing his thumbs down a little bit harder.
Brendon closes his mouth, exhales through his nose before saying, "Can you kiss me?"
Shane's surprised, and he smiles up at Brendon unconsciously before saying, "Sure," and leaning down. Brendon closes his eyes quickly, opens his mouth and sucks greedily on Shane's tongue, making short, low noises in the back of his throat.
He kisses down Brendon's jaw, presses his lips to Brendon's pulse point and breathes in deeply. Brendon's sweating, but mostly he just smells like Brendon, smells good and it makes Shane's cock twitch.
He lifts his head and asks, "Alright?"
Brendon says, "Yeah, thanks."
Shane kisses him one more time for good measure, then grabs for the elastic again.
It's a thick elastic, tough and a little brittle. Shane can't pull it all that far back, but that's alright; he can get enough tension that it snaps loudly against Brendon's skin, and that's all he needs.
He's working his way down Brendon's chest in what he hopes will become a long line of lightly upraised welts. Some of the spots aren't as red as others, and he doesn't know yet if he wants to go back and snap the elastic over them again to try for more uniformity. There's a dark red spot just under Brendon's breast bone, and Shane's been trying to replicate that level of tension, but it's difficult as he moves lower, snapping the elastic down the line of Brendon's stomach now.
Brendon's ticklish, and he's squirming around more, making a little yelping sound each time the elastic hits his skin. Shane stops a few inches above Brendon's belly button and aims the elastic for the same spot, holding his right hand still while he uses his left to pull the elastic back, letting go over and over again until finally Brendon's voice cracks. Brendon's not holding completely still; it looks like his arms are starting to shake. They're stretched out behind his back after Shane told them to reach behind himself and hold himself up.
Shane slaps the elastic a few more times and watches Brendon's skin colour from red into a mottled purple. It's funny how easy it is to bruise him with just an elastic. Shane likes marking Brendon like this, being able to bruise him without a using a lot of impact.
Brendon's silent for a long moment, and Shane holds his hand still, waits for Brendon to finally take a breath again. Brendon exhales loudly, and it sounds a little like a groan. His shoulders flex as he lets his head fall back, his neck bared, the tendons pulled tight. He lifts his head again and Shane can see his flushed cheeks and the full curve of his mouth. His eyes are shiny and his forehead is wet with sweat. Shane feels that familiar surge jolt through his belly, and eventually settle into a warm, calm feeling.
As Brendon watches, Shane pulls the elastic back, aiming it for the bruised spot. Brendon's body tenses even further, his chest stilling as he holds his breath. His belly tightens enough that Shane can see the lines of muscle. Shane watches him brace for it, holds the elastic tight to drag the moment out, waits, waits, and Brendon waits too, doesn't try to flinch away, doesn't recoil. Shane lets go of the elastic slowly, moving his hand away so that it doesn't make contact with Brendon's skin.
Shane slips the elastic around his wrist and says, "Sit up," moving further down Brendon's body so that there's room for Brendon to sit all the way up. Brendon's hands come to rest in his lap, and Shane circles his fingers around Brendon's forearms.
Brendon's legs are straight out in front of himself, Shane's straddling him, his weight resting lightly just above Brendon's knees.
Shane runs his hands up Brendon's arms, cups his neck while he kisses Brendon firmly on the mouth, then says, "Lie down all the way."
Brendon leans back until he's lying flat on the bed. He turns his hands so that his palms are facing up, his wrists. He flexes and relaxes his fingers.
"Down at your sides is fine," Shane says, and Brendon curls his hands into loose fists.
Shane stretches forward, his hands reaching, resting on the bed on either side of Brendon's head. He ducks and kisses Brendon again, fucks his tongue slowly into Brendon's mouth. He braces himself with one forearm to the bed, resting just above and to the side of Brendon's head, and uses his other hand to push Brendon's sweaty hair away from his forehead. He rest his thumb on the hinge of Brendon's jaw, feeling the movement beneath the skin as Brendon kisses him, his mouth opening wider.
Shane pulls away, hovering just above Brendon's mouth. Brendon's lips are parted, his head tilted up. Shane opens his eyes, watching the little changes of expression in Brendon's face. He dips his head a little lower, and Brendon's lips part, starting to purse for a kiss that doesn't come. When Shane pulls further away, Brendon's brow wrinkles. He doesn't try to chase Shane up though, just lies back and waits, his eyes closed, eyelashes fluttering against his cheek.
Shane licks the edge of Brendon's upper lip with just the tip of his tongue and then sits up. He settles his weight onto Brendon, feels the line of Brendon's cock against his ass. Brendon makes a little choking sound. Shane's still wearing jeans, so he grinds down, creating rough friction over Brendon's bare skin.
"How turned on are you right now?" Shane asks, spreading his fingers over Brendon's chest, his palm covering Brendon's nipple. "I can feel you trying to rub up against me."
Brendon shivers, and stops rocking his hips up. Mostly, anyway. Shane can still feel the occasional movement.
Shane rubs his palm over Brendon's nipple, then uses his hand to pull the elastic off his other wrist. He stretches it between his thumb and first finger, holds his hand above the little point of Brendon's nipple. He snaps the elastic lightly, hardly pulling it back before he lets go. Brendon backs a breathy, "Ah," sound each time the elastic makes contact. Shane snaps it quickly until Brendon's little sounds run together, "Ah, ah, ah, ah," and then he moves over the to other nipple.
When Shane rubs his thumbs over Brendon's nipples, Brendon twitches like he doesn't know whether he wants to move toward Shane's hands or away from them.
Shane moves his thumbs in light, light circles, barely brushing the skin, until finally Brendon gasps sharply and says, "Shane, Shane, please."
"Please what?" Shane asks, pushing his thumbs down a little bit harder.
Brendon closes his mouth, exhales through his nose before saying, "Can you kiss me?"
Shane's surprised, and he smiles up at Brendon unconsciously before saying, "Sure," and leaning down. Brendon closes his eyes quickly, opens his mouth and sucks greedily on Shane's tongue, making short, low noises in the back of his throat.
He kisses down Brendon's jaw, presses his lips to Brendon's pulse point and breathes in deeply. Brendon's sweating, but mostly he just smells like Brendon, smells good and it makes Shane's cock twitch.
He lifts his head and asks, "Alright?"
Brendon says, "Yeah, thanks."
Shane kisses him one more time for good measure, then grabs for the elastic again.