Panic fic | Eyes Only | Spencer/Brendon | NC-17 | ~ 2100 words
Eyes Only
Brendon/Spencer | NC-17 | ~ 2100 words
Kink Bingo: Humiliation (in public)
Warnings for public sex, verbal humiliation, D/s tones, established relationship.
Thanks to theaerosolkid and supergrover24 for their help! :D
They've both seen the movie before, but it's Friday afternoon, hot as fuck outside, and watching the new Transformers for a second (Spencer) or fourth (Brendon) time seems like a good idea.
Halfway into the movie and they've been kissing for long enough that Spencer can't taste the cherry Slushie on Brendon's mouth anymore. He fucks his tongue slowly into Brendon's mouth and listens as Brendon gasps sharply, both of them turned awkwardly in their seats, the armrest keeping them from getting close. They're not at the very back of the theatre, but no one is sitting behind them so Spencer doesn't worry about sliding his hand up the back of Brendon's neck to tangle in his hair. He twists his fingers and Brendon makes a soft noise.
Spencer breaks away, rubbing his nose along Brendon's cheek as he laughs quietly. He says, "Shh. There are other people in the theatre," and Brendon shivers, trying with limited success to arch against Spencer.
Spencer scratches his fingers through Brendon's hair before dropping his hand into Brendon's lap, giving Brendon's erection a tight squeeze. Brendon's legs fall open and he rolls his hips, pressing himself into Spencer's hand. Spencer's hard, too, but in a lazy, heavy way. His stomach's full of nachos and orange cheese and half of Brendon's Slushie, and even though Transformers doesn't stand up to a third viewing, Spencer's glad they decided to catch a matinée.
Brendon jerks his hips up, but Spencer lets the momentum lift his hand as well. Brendon makes a frustrated noise.
"We're watching a movie," Spencer reminds him. He doesn't pull his hand away but he keeps his fingers still, just a light weight over Brendon's jeans. Brendon tries to rub up against his palm, but Spencer continues to ride out the movements.
"That's okay," Brendon says. "I've seen it."
"But have they," Spencer nods at the group of four sitting a few rows in front of them, "seen that?" Spencer asks, looking down at Brendon's lap.
"They couldn't see," Brendon says, his voice hushed and tight. "It's dark."
"It's not that dark," Spencer says. "Aren't you worried about someone catching you?"
Brendon only hesitates for a moment before shaking his head. He twists his torso around, keeping his hips still so that Spencer's hand doesn't move away, and leans over for a kiss. Spencer holds still at first, waiting, and Brendon nips at Spencer's lower lip. Brendon uses a lot of tongue, licking until Spencer finally starts kissing back, and then he tilts his head, opens his mouth wide, and sucks on Spencer's tongue.
Spencer twitches his fingers, just a hint of movement, and says, "You're so hard, and we're not even doing anything."
"Your hand is on my dick," Brendon says.
"Not really," Spencer says, tapping his fingers lightly. "Can you feel this through your jeans?"
"Kind of."
Spencer makes a humming noise and looks away from Brendon to the movie screen. He leaves his hand on Brendon's lap and starts trailing his fingers up and down, tracing the seam of the zipper, sliding over so that he can walk his fingertips down the line of Brendon's cock. Brendon's chair squeaks as he squirms forward, looking for friction. When Spencer opens his palm over Brendon's dick, Brendon plants his feet on the floor and lifts his hips, but Spencer doesn't push down any harder.
"Spencer, fuck, this isn't--"
"We're in the middle of a movie theatre and you're wearing pants," Spencer says.
Brendon takes a slow breath before saying, "We could head back home."
Spencer studies Brendon, but Brendon gives him a measured look, not a hopeful one, like he's passing the choice over to Spencer.
"There's only another hour left," Spencer says. "You can't even wait until the movie is done?" He cups his palm over Brendon's cock and runs his thumb up the side. "Slut."
Brendon's dick twitches under Spender's hand and he bites his lip, hard, holding his breath for a long minute before exhaling in a rush. It makes Spencer want to bite at Brendon's neck.
"What if someone turns around?" Spencer asks. "They're going to see you trying to hump my hand."
Brendon mutters, "Fuck," but his hips don't stop moving. The first time they tried this, Spencer was only poking fun, blowing off steam after a frustrating rehearsal, and was genuinely surprised when Brendon came all over himself in under five minutes. Brendon's easily hurt by teasing, even though he pretends not to be, and Spencer doesn't know why this is different for him, just that it is.
Spencer lifts his hand. He says, "Undo your jeans," but keeps his head forward, pretending to watch the movie.
Brendon hunches in on himself as he works his fly open, and when he's done Spencer says, "Pull out your dick." He waits for Brendon to finish and then looks over, sliding his eyes down.
Brendon clenches his hands at his sides, staring hopefully at Spencer.
Spencer rests his elbow on the armrest with his fingers trailing down, resting lightly on Brendon's thigh. He can feel the muscles in Brendon's leg clench tight with the effort to hold himself still, and Spencer pauses for a long moment before reaching for Brendon's dick.
It's always hotter to Spencer when he remembers it later than while it's actually happening, so he makes sure to pay close attention. He thinks about what they've done before, random times like late at night when they're having an easy, familiar fuck before bed; the line of Brendon's body when he crawled on the floor; the expression on his face when Spencer called him dirty, called him needy, told him how desperate he looked. Spencer's hard right now, but he knows he's not going to get off anytime soon and he's fine with that.
Brendon's whole body responds when Spencer wraps his hand around Brendon's dick, finally touching bare skin. Spencer slides his thumb slowly around the head, smearing precome and waiting for Brendon to start squirming. Brendon's sensitive and Spencer can have him begging if he spends long enough touching just the head of his cock.
It doesn't take long before Brendon makes a sharp noise, his hips wiggling around like he doesn't know if he wants to move away from Spencer's hand or push up into it.
Spencer slows his thumb, but pushes down a little harder. "Gotta be quiet," he says. He waits for Brendon to nod before continuing, "We're in a fucking movie theatre. If you make noise, people are going to notice. Do you want everyone to see you like this?"
Brendon's mouth falls open, his jaw flexing in a silent groan.
"You're going to cause a scene and everyone's going to turn around and see you, and they'll know how filthy you are, rubbing your dick all over my hand because you can't even wait until we get home."
Brendon turns his neck and lets his head fall to the side, resting on Spencer's shoulder, his whole body curving in toward Spencer. He stays fairly quiet, but when Spencer finally wraps his hand around Brendon's dick and pulls up in a hard stroke, Brendon keens, his knee jerking up.
"You're getting my hand all wet," Spencer says. "Leaking all over me. We're a movie theatre while we watch Transformers and you're ready to come all over yourself."
"Yeah, well. Megan Fox is hot." Brendon's voice wavers.
Spencer sucks his cheek between his teeth to make a clicking sound. He lets go of Brendon's dick and pulls his hand away.
"Wait--"
Spencer shakes his head. "No way, man. Megan Fox is hot. I want to let you enjoy your movie."
"Spence," Brendon hisses. "Come on. No, that's not fair."
"Shh," Spencer says. "Something's about to blow up. I want to see this."
Brendon looks up at Spencer, his hands fluttering in the air without making contact. He says, "I was just kidding. Don't stop."
"Bam," Spencer narrates. "Smash. Crash."
"Okay," Brendon says. "Okay, I've got it. I'm sorry. Come on."
"Pow, and...flames." Spencer stares forward at the movie screen, but he can see Brendon out of the corner of his eye. Brendon's squirming around in his seat, reaching for Spencer but stopping shy of actually pulling Spencer's hand back into his lap. Spencer shifts and slides his eyes down quickly, checking if Brendon's still hard. He is.
"I could just get myself off," Brendon threatens.
"Sure you could," Spencer says. "You could be the creepy guy jacking himself off in a movie theatre in the middle of the afternoon when anyone could see. Go for it."
Brendon huffs.
"Oh, I think there's going to be another explosion," Spencer says. He watches the movie, always aware of Brendon sitting close beside him but trying not to show it.
Before the scene even finishes, Brendon braces himself on the armrest, lifting up so that he can reach Spencer. He presses his lips to Spencer's neck, again just under Spencer's ear, his lips dry and lingering. Spencer can feel Brendon's lips just brushing his earlobe when Brendon whispers, "Hey, Spence, please. Okay? Please?"
Spencer turns his head and kisses Brendon, their lips mashing together. Brendon's mouth is wet and hot and he keeps making these tiny sounds through his nose. Spencer bites down on Brendon's lip, holding it between his teeth before finally moving away.
When Spencer's hand closes around Brendon's dick again, Brendon mumbles, "Thanks." He ducks his head and rests his cheek against Spencer's shoulder, and even though it makes the angle awkward, Spencer likes having him close.
Brendon shivers and says, "I'm so close, please don't stop," his mouth brushing against Spencer's t-shirt.
"Don't stop so that you can make a mess all over yourself here where anyone could see?" Spencer asks. "You're going to come and anyone could be watching. You want people to see you like this? They'll know how fucking slutty you are, getting off like this."
Brendon doesn't say anything, but Spencer can feel the bump of his head as he nods.
"You're going to come all over my hand and I'm going to make you clean it up," Spencer says. Brendon's pressed along his side except for where the stupid armrest is digging into Spencer's hip, and Spencer can feel him trembling.
He ducks his head when Brendon lifts his face so that Brendon doesn't have to lean far to whisper, "I'm going to-- oh, fuck, I'm--" and then Spencer twists his wrist and keeps jerking Brendon all the way through orgasm.
All the tension in Brendon's body drains and he slumps sideways. Spencer wants to wrap his arm around Brendon, but Brendon's got it pinned at his side and Spencer doesn't want to push him away, even just to pull him closer. He waits for Brendon to pull himself up again before leaning forward, grabbing for the pile of napkins stuffed in the cupholder in front of them to wipe his hand before throwing his arm around Brendon's shoulders. He uses his other hand to drop the napkins into the empty nacho package.
"Thought you were going to make me clean that up," Brendon says, resting his head in the crook of Spencer's neck.
Spencer tips his head down to press his cheek against the top of Brendon's hair. "You can throw away our garbage once the movie's done."
"I would have," Brendon says. "You could wipe it off on me and--"
"We're not talking about this right now," Spencer interrupts. He is so far past comfortably hard at this point that his dick is aching, and it's probably going to be another hour before they actually get home--twenty minutes of the movie and finding the car and then the drive. He can wait, but he also doesn't need Brendon actively making the situation worse.
Brendon's hand starts creeping across Spencer's lap and Spencer grabs his wrist before Brendon makes contact.
"Not yet," Spencer says. He sets Brendon's hand on his thigh and covers it with his own palm, giving Brendon a little squeeze with the arm he's got wrapped around his shoulder.
"We could find a bathroom or something," Brendon offers.
"It's okay," Spencer says. "When we get home."
Brendon nods and turns his hand around so that his palm is facing up and Spencer can lace their fingers together, even though the angle is awkward.
"Do you think anyone saw?" Brendon asks, not making eye contact.
"Nah," Spencer says. "I was keeping watch. It was just me looking at you."
Brendon nods, twists his head to press a kiss to Spencer's bicep and says, "'kay. Thanks."
"Might want to do up your pants before the movie ends, though," Spencer whispers, and he can feel the movement in Brendon's shoulders when he laughs more than he can hear the sound.
Brendon/Spencer | NC-17 | ~ 2100 words
Kink Bingo: Humiliation (in public)
Warnings for public sex, verbal humiliation, D/s tones, established relationship.
Thanks to theaerosolkid and supergrover24 for their help! :D
They've both seen the movie before, but it's Friday afternoon, hot as fuck outside, and watching the new Transformers for a second (Spencer) or fourth (Brendon) time seems like a good idea.
Halfway into the movie and they've been kissing for long enough that Spencer can't taste the cherry Slushie on Brendon's mouth anymore. He fucks his tongue slowly into Brendon's mouth and listens as Brendon gasps sharply, both of them turned awkwardly in their seats, the armrest keeping them from getting close. They're not at the very back of the theatre, but no one is sitting behind them so Spencer doesn't worry about sliding his hand up the back of Brendon's neck to tangle in his hair. He twists his fingers and Brendon makes a soft noise.
Spencer breaks away, rubbing his nose along Brendon's cheek as he laughs quietly. He says, "Shh. There are other people in the theatre," and Brendon shivers, trying with limited success to arch against Spencer.
Spencer scratches his fingers through Brendon's hair before dropping his hand into Brendon's lap, giving Brendon's erection a tight squeeze. Brendon's legs fall open and he rolls his hips, pressing himself into Spencer's hand. Spencer's hard, too, but in a lazy, heavy way. His stomach's full of nachos and orange cheese and half of Brendon's Slushie, and even though Transformers doesn't stand up to a third viewing, Spencer's glad they decided to catch a matinée.
Brendon jerks his hips up, but Spencer lets the momentum lift his hand as well. Brendon makes a frustrated noise.
"We're watching a movie," Spencer reminds him. He doesn't pull his hand away but he keeps his fingers still, just a light weight over Brendon's jeans. Brendon tries to rub up against his palm, but Spencer continues to ride out the movements.
"That's okay," Brendon says. "I've seen it."
"But have they," Spencer nods at the group of four sitting a few rows in front of them, "seen that?" Spencer asks, looking down at Brendon's lap.
"They couldn't see," Brendon says, his voice hushed and tight. "It's dark."
"It's not that dark," Spencer says. "Aren't you worried about someone catching you?"
Brendon only hesitates for a moment before shaking his head. He twists his torso around, keeping his hips still so that Spencer's hand doesn't move away, and leans over for a kiss. Spencer holds still at first, waiting, and Brendon nips at Spencer's lower lip. Brendon uses a lot of tongue, licking until Spencer finally starts kissing back, and then he tilts his head, opens his mouth wide, and sucks on Spencer's tongue.
Spencer twitches his fingers, just a hint of movement, and says, "You're so hard, and we're not even doing anything."
"Your hand is on my dick," Brendon says.
"Not really," Spencer says, tapping his fingers lightly. "Can you feel this through your jeans?"
"Kind of."
Spencer makes a humming noise and looks away from Brendon to the movie screen. He leaves his hand on Brendon's lap and starts trailing his fingers up and down, tracing the seam of the zipper, sliding over so that he can walk his fingertips down the line of Brendon's cock. Brendon's chair squeaks as he squirms forward, looking for friction. When Spencer opens his palm over Brendon's dick, Brendon plants his feet on the floor and lifts his hips, but Spencer doesn't push down any harder.
"Spencer, fuck, this isn't--"
"We're in the middle of a movie theatre and you're wearing pants," Spencer says.
Brendon takes a slow breath before saying, "We could head back home."
Spencer studies Brendon, but Brendon gives him a measured look, not a hopeful one, like he's passing the choice over to Spencer.
"There's only another hour left," Spencer says. "You can't even wait until the movie is done?" He cups his palm over Brendon's cock and runs his thumb up the side. "Slut."
Brendon's dick twitches under Spender's hand and he bites his lip, hard, holding his breath for a long minute before exhaling in a rush. It makes Spencer want to bite at Brendon's neck.
"What if someone turns around?" Spencer asks. "They're going to see you trying to hump my hand."
Brendon mutters, "Fuck," but his hips don't stop moving. The first time they tried this, Spencer was only poking fun, blowing off steam after a frustrating rehearsal, and was genuinely surprised when Brendon came all over himself in under five minutes. Brendon's easily hurt by teasing, even though he pretends not to be, and Spencer doesn't know why this is different for him, just that it is.
Spencer lifts his hand. He says, "Undo your jeans," but keeps his head forward, pretending to watch the movie.
Brendon hunches in on himself as he works his fly open, and when he's done Spencer says, "Pull out your dick." He waits for Brendon to finish and then looks over, sliding his eyes down.
Brendon clenches his hands at his sides, staring hopefully at Spencer.
Spencer rests his elbow on the armrest with his fingers trailing down, resting lightly on Brendon's thigh. He can feel the muscles in Brendon's leg clench tight with the effort to hold himself still, and Spencer pauses for a long moment before reaching for Brendon's dick.
It's always hotter to Spencer when he remembers it later than while it's actually happening, so he makes sure to pay close attention. He thinks about what they've done before, random times like late at night when they're having an easy, familiar fuck before bed; the line of Brendon's body when he crawled on the floor; the expression on his face when Spencer called him dirty, called him needy, told him how desperate he looked. Spencer's hard right now, but he knows he's not going to get off anytime soon and he's fine with that.
Brendon's whole body responds when Spencer wraps his hand around Brendon's dick, finally touching bare skin. Spencer slides his thumb slowly around the head, smearing precome and waiting for Brendon to start squirming. Brendon's sensitive and Spencer can have him begging if he spends long enough touching just the head of his cock.
It doesn't take long before Brendon makes a sharp noise, his hips wiggling around like he doesn't know if he wants to move away from Spencer's hand or push up into it.
Spencer slows his thumb, but pushes down a little harder. "Gotta be quiet," he says. He waits for Brendon to nod before continuing, "We're in a fucking movie theatre. If you make noise, people are going to notice. Do you want everyone to see you like this?"
Brendon's mouth falls open, his jaw flexing in a silent groan.
"You're going to cause a scene and everyone's going to turn around and see you, and they'll know how filthy you are, rubbing your dick all over my hand because you can't even wait until we get home."
Brendon turns his neck and lets his head fall to the side, resting on Spencer's shoulder, his whole body curving in toward Spencer. He stays fairly quiet, but when Spencer finally wraps his hand around Brendon's dick and pulls up in a hard stroke, Brendon keens, his knee jerking up.
"You're getting my hand all wet," Spencer says. "Leaking all over me. We're a movie theatre while we watch Transformers and you're ready to come all over yourself."
"Yeah, well. Megan Fox is hot." Brendon's voice wavers.
Spencer sucks his cheek between his teeth to make a clicking sound. He lets go of Brendon's dick and pulls his hand away.
"Wait--"
Spencer shakes his head. "No way, man. Megan Fox is hot. I want to let you enjoy your movie."
"Spence," Brendon hisses. "Come on. No, that's not fair."
"Shh," Spencer says. "Something's about to blow up. I want to see this."
Brendon looks up at Spencer, his hands fluttering in the air without making contact. He says, "I was just kidding. Don't stop."
"Bam," Spencer narrates. "Smash. Crash."
"Okay," Brendon says. "Okay, I've got it. I'm sorry. Come on."
"Pow, and...flames." Spencer stares forward at the movie screen, but he can see Brendon out of the corner of his eye. Brendon's squirming around in his seat, reaching for Spencer but stopping shy of actually pulling Spencer's hand back into his lap. Spencer shifts and slides his eyes down quickly, checking if Brendon's still hard. He is.
"I could just get myself off," Brendon threatens.
"Sure you could," Spencer says. "You could be the creepy guy jacking himself off in a movie theatre in the middle of the afternoon when anyone could see. Go for it."
Brendon huffs.
"Oh, I think there's going to be another explosion," Spencer says. He watches the movie, always aware of Brendon sitting close beside him but trying not to show it.
Before the scene even finishes, Brendon braces himself on the armrest, lifting up so that he can reach Spencer. He presses his lips to Spencer's neck, again just under Spencer's ear, his lips dry and lingering. Spencer can feel Brendon's lips just brushing his earlobe when Brendon whispers, "Hey, Spence, please. Okay? Please?"
Spencer turns his head and kisses Brendon, their lips mashing together. Brendon's mouth is wet and hot and he keeps making these tiny sounds through his nose. Spencer bites down on Brendon's lip, holding it between his teeth before finally moving away.
When Spencer's hand closes around Brendon's dick again, Brendon mumbles, "Thanks." He ducks his head and rests his cheek against Spencer's shoulder, and even though it makes the angle awkward, Spencer likes having him close.
Brendon shivers and says, "I'm so close, please don't stop," his mouth brushing against Spencer's t-shirt.
"Don't stop so that you can make a mess all over yourself here where anyone could see?" Spencer asks. "You're going to come and anyone could be watching. You want people to see you like this? They'll know how fucking slutty you are, getting off like this."
Brendon doesn't say anything, but Spencer can feel the bump of his head as he nods.
"You're going to come all over my hand and I'm going to make you clean it up," Spencer says. Brendon's pressed along his side except for where the stupid armrest is digging into Spencer's hip, and Spencer can feel him trembling.
He ducks his head when Brendon lifts his face so that Brendon doesn't have to lean far to whisper, "I'm going to-- oh, fuck, I'm--" and then Spencer twists his wrist and keeps jerking Brendon all the way through orgasm.
All the tension in Brendon's body drains and he slumps sideways. Spencer wants to wrap his arm around Brendon, but Brendon's got it pinned at his side and Spencer doesn't want to push him away, even just to pull him closer. He waits for Brendon to pull himself up again before leaning forward, grabbing for the pile of napkins stuffed in the cupholder in front of them to wipe his hand before throwing his arm around Brendon's shoulders. He uses his other hand to drop the napkins into the empty nacho package.
"Thought you were going to make me clean that up," Brendon says, resting his head in the crook of Spencer's neck.
Spencer tips his head down to press his cheek against the top of Brendon's hair. "You can throw away our garbage once the movie's done."
"I would have," Brendon says. "You could wipe it off on me and--"
"We're not talking about this right now," Spencer interrupts. He is so far past comfortably hard at this point that his dick is aching, and it's probably going to be another hour before they actually get home--twenty minutes of the movie and finding the car and then the drive. He can wait, but he also doesn't need Brendon actively making the situation worse.
Brendon's hand starts creeping across Spencer's lap and Spencer grabs his wrist before Brendon makes contact.
"Not yet," Spencer says. He sets Brendon's hand on his thigh and covers it with his own palm, giving Brendon a little squeeze with the arm he's got wrapped around his shoulder.
"We could find a bathroom or something," Brendon offers.
"It's okay," Spencer says. "When we get home."
Brendon nods and turns his hand around so that his palm is facing up and Spencer can lace their fingers together, even though the angle is awkward.
"Do you think anyone saw?" Brendon asks, not making eye contact.
"Nah," Spencer says. "I was keeping watch. It was just me looking at you."
Brendon nods, twists his head to press a kiss to Spencer's bicep and says, "'kay. Thanks."
"Might want to do up your pants before the movie ends, though," Spencer whispers, and he can feel the movement in Brendon's shoulders when he laughs more than he can hear the sound.