Ficlet | Brendon/Audrey | NC-17 | 1290 words |
Audrey is prettier in pictures than she is in real life, but still she's got smooth skin and sweet perfume, and Brendon thinks that she's one of the hottest girls that he knows.
Ryan and Jac have sleepovers when Ryan's dad is 'sleeping' or when Jac's parents are away, but Brendon's never actually slept the night with another person before. He and Audrey usually just push down the back of the backseat in Brendon's mom's minivan, and though it doesn't recline all the way to become a flat surface, it's not like they need a whole lot of space anyway.
The first time they fuck, the van is parked behind an A&W, and even though it's closed and the van windows are tinted, Brendon is sure that they're going to get caught and arrested and that the cops are going to take him home and tell his parents everything. It's not his first time, technically, and he's glad about that, because he spends more time looking out the window for approaching headlights than he does looking down at her.
Brendon tells Ryan about it, and Ryan tells Brendon about this empty spot, just past the field behind the mall. It's honestly the most useful information anyone's ever given Brendon. Ever.
The spot is secluded and something close to private, but it's still outside, in a car, and it's not like Brendon wants to linger around with his dick out. Usually she just gives him a handjob. Sometimes they fuck. Occasionally she gives him a blowjob. Usually she gives him head during the week when she's on her period, which doesn't actually make a whole lot of sense, because it's not like she has to make up for the fact that they're not having sex, given that they don't usually have actual sex anyway. He doesn't mention this to her, because he's not a complete and utter moron.
Jac's parents go out of town and Brendon was kind of under the impression that there was going to be a party, but it turns out to just be the four of them.
Jac is wearing-- Well, it's not really a dress. More like a long t-shirt that looks significantly shorter when there are no pants underneath. She has these weird little marks high up on her thigh, and Brendon honestly isn't trying to stare at her legs (enough though her thighs are soft and slim and kind of distracting), he's just trying to figure out what they are.
Ryan notices him looking and smirks.
Brendon looks at Ryan, looks back at Jac's thighs. If Ryan-- Made the marks. Then. His mouth would have been. On her thighs. And.
"Ryan's really good with his tongue," Jac says, and Audrey starts to giggle loudly.
Brendon blushes so hard that his fingertips feel numb from the lose of blood. So, Ryan and Jac did--That. It's not that Brendon didn't know that it could go both ways. Probably. If someone has asked him, he would have probably definitely said that he knew that people gave head to girls too. It's just that he'd never actually thought about that, and. Oh god. He's thinking about it now.
Ryan and Jac enter into Coupleland and spend the rest of the night cuddling and kissing and whispering, and Audrey's right there, so there's no reason for Brendon to feel a little alienated, except that he does. He can't stop watching them. Audrey's a little quiet, anyway.
Ryan and Jac leave for Jac's bedroom early in the evening.
"I'm sleeping over, too," Audrey says, and leads him to the guest room.
Audrey sleeps naked, and she strips off her clothes and climbs into bed, waiting there for Brendon to follow. Brendon's pretty sure that he's not going to actually sleep over, but still he climbs into bed with her.
They kiss. It's nice enough, but Brendon's not paying very much attention.
He finally pulls away. He opens his mouth to say something, before deciding against it and scooting down the bed. Audrey has nice thighs, too.
Brendon feels like a bit of a tool, just kissing up her leg. He doesn't think that he'd find it particularly sexy if someone did the same to him, but maybe girls are different. He gets up to the crease on her thigh and is honestly tempted to just switch to the other leg and start kissing back down, but instead he takes a deep breath and makes himself linger.
Audrey makes little hesitant sounds above him. Her legs aren't open very wide, and when Brendon pauses, she reaches down to pull gently on his hair, trying to bring him back up. Brendon doesn't move though.
He kisses her leg again, then again, then kisses up higher. He can't see what he's kissing while his mouth is actually moving, so he just moves his lips and waits for something to happen. Audrey is tense and silent and Brendon pulls back to glance at what he's moving his mouth again.
Audrey smells like something that Brendon doesn't have a word for. She doesn't smell like what he associates with sex (in his head, sex smells more like latex and musty car). Audrey smells different than that, different than how she usually smells too. She doesn't smell sweet or flowery or fruity or like anything.
When he moves his hand and holds her open, the smell intensifies. She doesn't really taste like much of anything, but the smell is stronger yet when Brendon starts licking her.
It takes a while for Brendon to get used to it. When he stops trying to figure out it's good or bad, if he likes the taste or he doesn't, that helps. He tries to concentrate on what he's doing, but he doesn't actually know what he's doing, so.
Audrey is loud now. Like, really loud. Moaning and calling out and chanting, "Yes, yes, yes," and one corner of Brendon's brain thinks that it's kind of hot, and the rest of it is a little suspicious. It doesn't seem to matter what he does, she keeps making noise.
Still, it helps to take the pressure off, some.
He licks in long strokes because that seems like a good bet. He licks, and then he licks some more, and wow, his tongue is really starting to hurt, and he's still licking, and she's still making noise, and how long is this supposed to take exactly? How is he going to know when he can stop?
He wonders if he should maybe stick is tongue inside of her, but he's a little afraid that the taste will be different there, so he doesn't try. He licks as hard as he can, and Audrey wails on and on and, "Oh god, oh god," and Brendon can't breathe very well like this. Not with his tongue all the way out. He can't breathe very well and his tongue aches and also his cheeks now. His face is wet all over, and it's a slimy kind of wet. At least he's gotten used to the smell. He thinks that he's maybe drooling onto her, but he can't help it with the way that his mouth is open so wide.
He stops licking. Audrey keeps moaning for a minute before the noises wind down.
Brendon wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, but seriously, the-- whatever it is that makes girls wet-- that stuff is all over his face, on his cheeks, his chin.
Brendon scrubs at his face, and Audrey sits up. When Brendon rolls off the bed, she's playing with the ends of her hair.
"I'm going to do wash my face," he says.
She doesn't look up.