Even naked, and almost absent | Ryan/Brendon/Spencer | PWP | ~ 4700 words
Even naked, and almost absent
Ryan/Brendon/Spencer | NC-17 | ~ 4700 words |
Warnings for filthiness. Semi- dubcon, of the sex pollen-y sort. And then, just. A whole lot of warnings for filthiness. This is probably the dirtiest thing I've ever written, but you know, there comes a point when it's really just hard to say for sure. *g*
Sex pollen.
Thanks to foxxcub for betaing! ♥!
This came to be because of this comment thread. ILU, untappedbeauty. Title from Miniature Bridges, Your Mouth by Marty McConnell.
The plant kind of looks like a cactus, which is why Spencer and Ryan are surprised when it sneezes on them. Sneezes. The plant.
Ryan wipes at his nose and says, "Huh." He rubs the back of his hand along his cheek.
"Yeah, that was fucked up," Spencer says, rubbing his hand along Ryan's cheek. This room is nicer than most hotel rooms; the bed is fucking huge.
Ryan looks like he's more than a couple of bowls in, but Spencer doesn't remember him smoking up so he doesn't know what would have made his pupils blown and his eyes glassy and his lips so fucking pink. Spencer moves his hand down from Ryan's cheek and touches over his lips and says, "I want to make you gag on my dick," which is kind of a random thing to say since it's not really something that he's ever actively wanted to do. Mostly just the kind of thing that he's thought would maybe be hot to try, even though he had no idea how to possibly ask for that.
Ryan bites his fingers, but he doesn't say no.
Spencer thinks, hmmm teeth, then he thinks about biting Ryan and having Ryan bite him and how it would be to be marked and how he wants to try everything just so that he'll know what it feels like, but first he wants to kiss Ryan, so he does.
Ryan's mouth is thin and a little hard and there's a brief battle where they both try to shove their tongues forward and they end up blocking each other. Spencer twists his tongue to one side and Ryan kind of wraps his around Spencer's and their tongues are twisting, not even really inside of either of their mouths, which is dirty enough to keep Spencer focused for a minute, but then he decides that he wants Ryan to suck on his tongue so he presses his thumb to Ryan's jaw and pushes forward.
Ryan sucks softly for a minute, which feels good, then harder. Even when it doesn't feel good, it still feels. Spencer wants to feel. He wants to tell Ryan everything he's ever fantasized about and he wants to try it all. Everything he's ever considered in that last crashing slide into orgasm, when he wants without thinking, but random shit, too, like if he could actually roll a condom on with his mouth and if it would feel more like him giving or like Ryan taking if Ryan held him down while he fucked him. He wants to be fucked. He wants to see if he can fist Ryan and if he can make him beg or make him cry or make him come until he can't anymore.
Ryan says, "I want--" and then there's this long pause, like maybe it's the same for Ryan. Like maybe he wants to know what all these things are like, and he doesn't know how to start.
They stand, shifting back and forth without actually moving, but it's still like they're circling each other. Spencer thinks that maybe he'll see if he can pin Ryan down and that will be what makes the decision of who gets to go first.
The door creaks open and both Spencer and Ryan's heads snap around. It's Brendon.
It's Brendon.
They both stare at Brendon, not exactly letting go of each other but more just allowing their hands to fall away. Brendon can see that they're both hard and they're still just standing there looking at him. Brendon takes a half-step backwards, but lets the door close behind himself.
"Brendon," Spencer says slowly. They're both still staring. Neither of them has blinked, which is maybe part of the reason why they've both got completely bloodshot eyes, but doesn't really explain why they both look ready to pounce.
Brendon's totally frozen in place. Something like panic tightens along the bottom of his ribcage, which is probably the reason why his breath is coming out fast and shaky. They're still looking at him, and it feels like a touch. It feels like they're looking right through his clothes, like they can see everything inside of him, and Brendon has this stupid thought that they don't have to stare so hard because he's ready to give it all away, anyway.
There's this shimmery purple powder along the curve of Spencer's jaw and the top of Ryan's cheekbone. In a bizarrely synchronized motion, Spencer and Ryan both reach down and rub their hands along the lines of their cocks. Their cocks, which Brendon can see, clearly, through the material of their pants, which. What the fuck?
"Brendon," and this time it's Ryan who says it, but he says it exactly the same way that Spencer did: slow and rough, and then Spencer says, "Come here." Brendon's body is still kind of locked up, and when he steps forward it's more of a stumble. He makes it over to them, though.
They both come at him at the same time, but Ryan gets to his lips first. Ryan makes a low, rumbly noise and Spencer gives this pissed off little hiss, and only waits half a moment before tugging Brendon away from Ryan and pushing Brendon's lips open with his tongue. Brendon's mouth is still open when Ryan leans in and crowds Spencer out.
They both taste the same, both kiss like they're trying to ignite a pile of ashes. Brendon feels like ashes, like he's going to crumble into dust, but Ryan's hold around his wrist and Spencer's around his waist are both strong, both of their fingers digging in hard like they think that Brendon is solid, so maybe he is. They both keep tugging at him and pushing at each other, just a little bit, and Brendon doesn't know what to do to make it easier, because he's trying to move how they want him to move, but it's still not enough.
Ryan grabs Brendon's hip to try and turn him, but Brendon's not expecting the shift in his center of balance and ends up stumbling a little bit. Spencer grabs Ryan's wrist and wrenches it away, glaring. He puts both hands on Brendon's hips and hauls him forward, so that this time when Brendon loses balance, he falls right into Spencer. Then another set of hands, when Ryan comes up behind him and spreads his fingers over Brendon's belly, slipping under his shirt.
Something happens over his shoulder, and ends when Spencer and Ryan seem to finally come to an agreement; Ryan pulls Brendon's shirt off while Spencer works on Brendon's pants, and Brendon's never gotten naked this fast before and not for a lack of trying. He blinks and somewhere in there, he's naked, blinks again, and opens his eyes just as he's hitting the bed. A third blink and Spencer and Ryan are on the bed as well, one on either side.
Brendon turns his head from side to side, but he can't see either of them very well, and he definitely can't figure out what's going on.
They both try to roll on top of him at the same time and end up blocking each other with their shoulders. Brendon looks up, and shrinks back into the bed a little. They exchange a briefly frustrated glance, but end up skimming their hands down Brendon's chest, the touches mirror images until Spencer lingers to rub light circles over his nipple and Ryan moves on to press his thumb into the cut of Brendon's hipbone. Brendon's cock rests flat against his belly and it's just a quick slide for Ryan's fingers to wrap around him. Brendon inhales, and maybe Spencer notices the movement of his chest, because his hand is down there in a flash, cupping Brendon's balls and rubbing his thumb along the flat stretch of skin just under them. Brendon spreads his legs to give them room, tilts his hips. He shakes a little when Ryan tightens his dry hand because it's raw on against his skin. Spencer's hand moves even lower and Brendon chokes out, "Lube. Umm, please?"
Spencer stares at Ryan and makes a little gesture with his head, circling and rubbing his thumb over Brendon's opening. Ryan stares right back, mimics the head gesture, and rubs circles around the head of Brendon's cock. Brendon rocks his hips, back and Spencer's thumb digs in, forward and Ryan's smears over a bead of precome. Brendon wants a fist to thrust into and something actually inside, not this fucking tease. "I'll get it," he says, trying to sit up.
Spencer pushes Brendon back flat on his back with a palm to his stomach, and Ryan, who was closest to the edge of the bed, makes a dive for the nearest suitcase and manages to pull out a bottle of something and a string of condoms. Once he's got them, he's right back on the bed, diving in to kiss Brendon. Spencer lets him, but he snatches the lube away and moves his hand right back between Brendon's legs.
Brendon spreads his legs, but Ryan's right there, so he can't really kick up, and Spencer has to struggle to coax him open. Spencer manages to wiggle one finger inside before he hisses in frustration. He uses his free hand to push at Ryan, and says, "Move."
Ryan looks like he's about to push right back, which is going to be really awkward for Brendon, seeing as how Spencer's still got one finger up his ass. Spencer solves both the problems by pulling his hand away, and then saying, "Roll," which placates Ryan.
Brendon flips over onto his stomach and rests his head in the crook of his elbow. He wishes that he weren't the only one naked right now, but Ryan and Spencer will probably take their clothes off when they're ready, and Brendon doesn't so much mind waiting.
They still sit one on either side of him, and Brendon feels hands squeezing his ass. One of each of their's, maybe, but Brendon can't actually tell. The hands spread him open, and Brendon closes his eyes like maybe that will make up for the both of them looking at him. It's easier to forget when a finger eases inside, and then another one, but from a different angle, so Brendon thinks that he was probably right on about the one from each of them thing.
Someone leans over and kisses his shoulder, biting down a little into the thick part of the muscle, and the fingers go deeper. Brendon can feel the first prickles of sweat starting along the curve of his spine, especially when another finger pushes inside and Brendon arches. Three fingers is a lot. Three fingers is enough, but Spencer and Ryan seem to have found something that they can both agree on, and Brendon can feel where a fourth is starting to try and wiggle inside.
"Okay," Brendon says, which was meant to be a hint but comes out sounding panicked. "No more fingers." Brendon exhales and the fourth one pushes inside anyway, which is, "Fuck. Motherfucking fuck. I said--"
Someone lets out a disappointed sigh.
The stretch is intense and quick and bright and raw, and maybe not that bad, Brendon reasons, as long as they don't think he can take more than that.
The fingers leave though, two and then two, and then-- Nothing. The bed moves a little, and eventually Brendon turns his head again to see what the fuck the hold up is.
Spencer has one of Ryan's wrists in one hand, and Ryan has one of Spencer's in his other, and they both seem to be trying to pull the other one away from Brendon.
Ryan says, "I want to go first," stubbornly, and Spencer says, "I want Brendon first," possessively, and Brendon thinks, oh god lord, what if this is another thing that they end up compromising on doing together.
Brendon starts rolling over so that he can scoot up the bed, but Ryan and Spencer let go of each other immediately and both grab for him.
Brendon's not trying to get away, not exactly, but when Ryan's hands circle his wrists and pull his hands behind his back, he struggles for a minute. Ryan keeps pulling backwards until Brendon rises to his knees, leaning back against Ryan's chest as he spreads his legs and tries to find his balance. Spencer comes around in front of him and opens his hands around Brendon's thighs, pushing him open even further, until Brendon's resting his weight almost entirely on Ryan. Spencer's hands move up his thighs, around his hips, until they're on his ass, holding him open, and then Ryan's cock is right there, pushing inside, and it's still a stretch, even after four fingers.
Brendon's entire body is tight with the strain of trying to stay upright, but he tries to breathe through it. He slides down Ryan's cock fast, too fast, just because he can't find any purchase to hold himself back. His breath shudders out of his chest, "Uuuh," like there was an impact behind taking Ryan's cock all the way in until their bodies are flush together.
Ryan says, "Hold him," and Spencer's hands leave his ass and catch his wrists. Ryan leans back, and uses his free hands to hold himself on the bed so that he can thrust his hips, sharp, quick little jabs that are more a force than an actual movement. Brendon's not really ready for him yet, though, so it feels like more than it actually is.
Brendon bends his neck and rests his forehead on Spencer's shoulder, gasps into his skin.
Spencer lets go of his hands and grabs his hips, lifting him off of Ryan's cock and pulling him forward. Ryan's breath rumbles in his chest but his hands snap right to Brendon's wrists, holding Brendon back against his chest while Spencer pulls his hips up and, fuck, pushes right inside. Ryan holds much of his weight up by his arms and it hurts his shoulders and his wrists and Brendon still doesn't have any balance. Spencer's hands cup his ass to help hold him still as Spencer fucks all the way inside. Brendon's legs can't quite reach the bed from this angle, his knees bent and bracketing Spencer's rib cage instead. Brendon's straining, stretched everywhere, and his arms hurt and Spencer's cock is right there rubbing along his prostate every time his hips shift and Brendon's cock is aching. He wants to to touch himself, but Ryan's hands are wrapped all the way around his wrist and all wiggling does is drive Spencer's cock in deeper.
Spencer's hands are still on his ass, but when he lifts, this time he pulls Brendon off his cock, and then Brendon's sliding right back down onto Ryan. Ryan still holds his wrists, but he pushes Brendon forward now, even though there's no where really for Brendon to go, since Spencer's still right there.
Spencer shifts forward; he and Ryan are both up on their knees. Brendon manages to bring his legs down, too, but they keep lifting him up and trading off. Brendon's skin feels raw, like maybe he's starting to bruise where they're holding him. He's being touched everywhere, except his cock, and fuck he wants to come. Spencer's belly is too far to rub up against, even. Spencer might be the one fucking him right down.
Spencer comes first, inside, and Ryan shoves in again. Spencer holds Brendon close when he comes, but then he's gone, and Ryan shoves Brendon forward and forward until they're at the wall, right at the head of the bed. Ryan lefts go of his wrists and Brendon catches himself with his forearms to the wall when he falls forward. Ryan pulls his hips back until Brendon's back arches. He's in really fucking deep, but he moves now too. He gets Brendon how he wants him and picks up this quiet even rhythm, but, hard, like he just slams right into it. Brendon gets knocked into the wall, even with his arms out, and he worries enough about hitting his head that it doesn't seem like an option to drop one hand down to his dick. Even though, fuck.
Ryan yanks Brendon back onto his cock when he comes and Brendon shakes through it with him.
Ryan grunts through the aftershocks and Brendon grinds down, partly because he wants to feel Ryan jerk at the stimulation, and partly because Brendon's body is still thumping and ready to go. Maybe now he can get to his cock.
Except that before Ryan even finishes, Spencer's right there, elbowing Ryan aside and pulling Brendon down to the bed, flipping him over. Brendon gasps when he hits the mattress and in the space of his next breath, Spencer's hold him open and sliding back in. Brendon has no idea of the passing of time, but there's no way that it's been long enough since Spencer came for him to be ready to go again, but he is. He couches over Brendon and fucks him, pausing only to pull Brendon's legs up, pushing them towards his chest, pinning him down again. Maybe Brendon could still wiggle his hand down, but Ryan's there, too. He knocks Spencer's hands away until Brendon's legs fall down, then straddles Brendon's chest, his lower legs holding Brendon's arms to the ground.
His cock tastes a little sour from the latex, the head is still salty with come. He's hard again, too, and Brendon knows enough time hasn't passed for Ryan to be hard again, but his cock is flushed full and thick and opening Brendon's mouth up.
Spencer bats at Ryan's shoulder because, "Move, I want to see." Ryan twists his body to the side slightly, and Brendon can see Spencer's head peering around Ryan's shoulder, his cock still in Brendon's ass, and Brendon wishes, wishes, wishes that someone was touching his dick.
Ryan holds his own dick around the base, angling it towards Brendon's mouth, which helps a little, but it's still awkward angle. Brendon needs to tilt his chin further up, and he'd like his hands back now, please. Instead, Ryan says, "Want to see if he can take it," and Spencer says, "Yeah," and Ryan slides his hips forward.
Brendon can't. Not from this angle anyway, and Ryan's cock hits the root of his mouth, then pushes further until the head is hard against the back of Brendon's throat and Brendon's gagging. He pulls his head back as far as he can, and manages to take a breath, even though Ryan's hips totally follow him backwards, still trying to push his dick all the way inside.
"Hmm," Spencer considers. "I want to try. Move."
"No," Ryan says, lifting his shoulder back up so that he blocks Spencer.
Spencer starts focusing on fucking Brendon again, right when Ryan decides to try pushing deep again, and Brendon's gasping and drooling everywhere and he still can't do what Ryan wants him to do.
The bed hits up against the wall, and Brendon thinks vaguely, Spencer's doing that. Because Spencer's fucking him hard enough to move the bed against the wall. He fucks him hard enough that Brendon can't even feel the thrusts anymore, everything blurs together into one long explosion of sensation, and still no one touches Brendon's cock. If he could come from this he would, fuck, but he can't. Tears prickle in the corner of his eyes and it's not just from gagging on Ryan's dick.
Brendon's head starts to spin because it's hard to breathe around Ryan's dick. He tries to relax into it, tries to be open, tries to stop drooling, but when he attempts to swallow some of it away, all he manages to do it clip Ryan with his bottom teeth.
Ryan hisses, and says, "Hurts," like he's notices something new and he feels compelled to point it out. Brendon covers his teeth with his lips.
Ryan's given up on pushing down Brendon's throat, and instead he fucks Brendon's mouth in short, sharp strokes. It's easier on Brendon's throat but it's fucking noisy, and Brendon's a little embarrassed by the wet gurgling noises, even though he knows he can't help it.
Everything is already so wet and sloppy that Brendon doesn't feel it when Ryan comes, only notices when the taste changes. Ryan finally pulls away, and Brendon swallows what's still in his mouth. Something's dripping down the side of his neck, but Brendon's face has been wet since half-way through the blowjob, so he doesn't really know for sure what it is.
Spencer folds Brendon in half, leaning over and licking up his neck to the corner of his mouth. He pulls back and makes a face. "Tastes gross," he says, giving Ryan a little dirty look. He doesn't stop licking though, over Brendon's chin, his cheek, down the other side of his neck. Brendon opens his mouth when Spencer kisses him. Spencer pushes his tongue inside, so Brendon sucks lightly. Spencer's thrusts slow down a little when he comes. For a minute, Brendon thinks that he's going to be able to come just from the friction of Spencer's belly on his dick, but, no. Spencer stills on top of him, still kissing him hard.
Ryan reaches out and pokes Spencer in the cheek until Spencer moves his mouth away. There's some shuffling on the bed while they switch positions, both of them leaving their hands spread across Brendon's skin: a hand around Brendon's elbow, a palm across his belly. When Brendon realizes that Ryan's hard again, hard and kicking his legs open, he starts to struggle. He's throbbing all over and only part of that is the desperation to finally orgasm.
He crosses his ankles, because Ryan and Spencer only seem to pay attention to him if it means they're not getting what they want.
"Fuck Spencer," Brendon says to Ryan.
Ryan looks at Spencer, tilts his head to the side, then crawls over until he's behind him. Spencer looks a little suspicious, but he doesn't try and push Ryan away. Brendon says, "Use lube," then finally, finally fists his own cock, biting his lip as his eyes roll all the way back in his head with relief. He rubs his palm over the head, smears the precome around so that when he gives a long stroke, his hand slides pretty easily.
He just starting to work into a rhythm when Spencer hand wraps around his wrist, halting the motion.
"Oh my god, what?" Brendon says. Ryan's hands seem to be busy working Spencer open, so the fucking Spencer plan seems like it's a go, and still Brendon doesn't get to come. Fucking what?
Spencer studies Brendon for a long minute, long enough that Brendon worries maybe he's gotten distracted by Ryan's fingers and has forgotten about how Brendon's dying of blueballs here. It actually seems to be something Ryan does that finally snaps him out of it though, because he hisses through his teeth, eye fluttering shut quickly before they snap back open. He looks straight at Brendon when he says, "Want to see him beg for it."
Ryan says, "Yeah, yes, he should ask," and Brendon says, "I'm fucking asking, you asshole," but apparently that's not enough.
Spencer wrenches Brendon's wrist away completely, grabs the other one as well, pushing them down on the mattress. He's on his elbows and knees and his mouth is right there. "Oh, come on," Brendon says.
Spencer's facial expression shifts a little. He still looks like he's considering, but now it's less of a focus on Brendon's cock, and more of an twisted grimace, Ryan's-cock-is-in-my-ass, kind of considering. Brendon thinks that he maybe looks like it was more than he expected, but Spencer rocks right back against him. The two of them fall quickly into it, into something like a rhythm except that they keep speeding up, pushing each other harder.
Spencer's jaw drops loosely open, which means that Brendon's cock is likely no longer in danger of getting bitten off, so he rocks his hips off the bed, and says, "Spence."
Spencer glances up at him and smiles slowly, like that's what he was waiting for the whole time. He still doesn't suck Brendon's cock though, instead opening wide to mouth Brendon's balls, which doesn't even feel that good, except, fuck, the visual.
Brendon tries to twist his wrists free of Spencer's hands but he can't.
"Okay," he croaks. "Okay, Spencer. Fuck, Spence, okay. Just-- Fuck." Brendon doesn't know what Spencer wants him to say and he's shaking now. His cock is throbbing white hot, leaking all over his stomach, and Spencer's mouth is right there. "I don't know what you want me to say," Brendon says. "Please, fuck. I don't know--"
Spencer pulls his mouth away and looks up at Brendon. Brendon couldn't be more naked than he is now. He still can't get his wrists away, so he just tries to breath through it while Spencer looks at him. Brendon's so hot; sweat slides down from his hairline. He's stuck to the sheets, stickywet, and he flexes his wrists and fists his hands and tries to rock his hips forward, and Spencer watches him.
Ryan comes somewhere in there, because Spencer's body isn't rocking anymore. He's completely focused on Brendon.
Brendon tries one more time, arching off the bed, and Spencer still won't do anything, so Brendon just-- stops. His breath shakes out rough on his exhale and Brendon goes limp. He throws his head back on the pillow, sinks into the bed. He knows that there's a sharp whine every time he breathes out, but he can't help that any more than he can Spencer.
"Huh," Ryan says, a little awed. Brendon had forgotten about Ryan, but, yeah. Fuck. Ryan's watching him too.
Spencer makes a low pleased noise and closes his mouth over Brendon's cock, sliding down steadily, then sucking hard when he pulls back up. Ryan's hand comes out to cup Brendon's balls and Spencer goes down again, up. Brendon's sobbing and his hips keep jerking, but it's nothing he can stop, just something his body is doing.
He comes, and it's just a soft crest, compared to everything else, a leaf floating down to the ground. His body's still thrumming afterwards, but he's totally boneless once he finishes twitching through it. Spencer keeps sucking even after he's spent, sharp flares every time his tongue licks over the head. Brendon cries out each time, and he shifts a little, but just like everything else, he just has to wait for Spencer to finish.
Spencer finally pulls his mouth away, grabbing Ryan by the back of his neck and sealing their mouths together. Ryan makes a face, like he's not entirely pleased with this turn of events, but Brendon can see him swallow, and it's just something else. Just another thing for them to try together.
Ryan's hard again, and Spencer either didn't come when Ryan fucked him, or he's just hard again, too.
"I want him to ride me," Ryan says.
Spencer says, "Yeah, I want to see," and pulls Brendon up, carefully.
They move around the bed together; Ryan settles on his back while Brendon settles on his thighs and tries to convince his shaking fingers to open a condom. Spencer pushes a couple of fingers inside of Brendon, and maybe he slicked them with lube first, and maybe Brendon's just still slippery from the other times, but either way, they slide right in.
Brendon manages to get the condom rolled down. Ryan pulls him forward, and Spencer helps lift him up, and then he sinks down onto Ryan's dick. Taking Ryan's cock isn't too much, but Brendon can't convince his legs to push him back up. He sits and clenches and whimpers a little bit, because it's too soon after, but his own dick is starting to fill again.
Spencer holds Brendon by the hips, helps him move, helps him rock. Brendon arches in his hands and tries to give them what they want.
Ryan/Brendon/Spencer | NC-17 | ~ 4700 words |
Warnings for filthiness. Semi- dubcon, of the sex pollen-y sort. And then, just. A whole lot of warnings for filthiness. This is probably the dirtiest thing I've ever written, but you know, there comes a point when it's really just hard to say for sure. *g*
Sex pollen.
Thanks to foxxcub for betaing! ♥!
This came to be because of this comment thread. ILU, untappedbeauty. Title from Miniature Bridges, Your Mouth by Marty McConnell.
The plant kind of looks like a cactus, which is why Spencer and Ryan are surprised when it sneezes on them. Sneezes. The plant.
Ryan wipes at his nose and says, "Huh." He rubs the back of his hand along his cheek.
"Yeah, that was fucked up," Spencer says, rubbing his hand along Ryan's cheek. This room is nicer than most hotel rooms; the bed is fucking huge.
Ryan looks like he's more than a couple of bowls in, but Spencer doesn't remember him smoking up so he doesn't know what would have made his pupils blown and his eyes glassy and his lips so fucking pink. Spencer moves his hand down from Ryan's cheek and touches over his lips and says, "I want to make you gag on my dick," which is kind of a random thing to say since it's not really something that he's ever actively wanted to do. Mostly just the kind of thing that he's thought would maybe be hot to try, even though he had no idea how to possibly ask for that.
Ryan bites his fingers, but he doesn't say no.
Spencer thinks, hmmm teeth, then he thinks about biting Ryan and having Ryan bite him and how it would be to be marked and how he wants to try everything just so that he'll know what it feels like, but first he wants to kiss Ryan, so he does.
Ryan's mouth is thin and a little hard and there's a brief battle where they both try to shove their tongues forward and they end up blocking each other. Spencer twists his tongue to one side and Ryan kind of wraps his around Spencer's and their tongues are twisting, not even really inside of either of their mouths, which is dirty enough to keep Spencer focused for a minute, but then he decides that he wants Ryan to suck on his tongue so he presses his thumb to Ryan's jaw and pushes forward.
Ryan sucks softly for a minute, which feels good, then harder. Even when it doesn't feel good, it still feels. Spencer wants to feel. He wants to tell Ryan everything he's ever fantasized about and he wants to try it all. Everything he's ever considered in that last crashing slide into orgasm, when he wants without thinking, but random shit, too, like if he could actually roll a condom on with his mouth and if it would feel more like him giving or like Ryan taking if Ryan held him down while he fucked him. He wants to be fucked. He wants to see if he can fist Ryan and if he can make him beg or make him cry or make him come until he can't anymore.
Ryan says, "I want--" and then there's this long pause, like maybe it's the same for Ryan. Like maybe he wants to know what all these things are like, and he doesn't know how to start.
They stand, shifting back and forth without actually moving, but it's still like they're circling each other. Spencer thinks that maybe he'll see if he can pin Ryan down and that will be what makes the decision of who gets to go first.
The door creaks open and both Spencer and Ryan's heads snap around. It's Brendon.
It's Brendon.
They both stare at Brendon, not exactly letting go of each other but more just allowing their hands to fall away. Brendon can see that they're both hard and they're still just standing there looking at him. Brendon takes a half-step backwards, but lets the door close behind himself.
"Brendon," Spencer says slowly. They're both still staring. Neither of them has blinked, which is maybe part of the reason why they've both got completely bloodshot eyes, but doesn't really explain why they both look ready to pounce.
Brendon's totally frozen in place. Something like panic tightens along the bottom of his ribcage, which is probably the reason why his breath is coming out fast and shaky. They're still looking at him, and it feels like a touch. It feels like they're looking right through his clothes, like they can see everything inside of him, and Brendon has this stupid thought that they don't have to stare so hard because he's ready to give it all away, anyway.
There's this shimmery purple powder along the curve of Spencer's jaw and the top of Ryan's cheekbone. In a bizarrely synchronized motion, Spencer and Ryan both reach down and rub their hands along the lines of their cocks. Their cocks, which Brendon can see, clearly, through the material of their pants, which. What the fuck?
"Brendon," and this time it's Ryan who says it, but he says it exactly the same way that Spencer did: slow and rough, and then Spencer says, "Come here." Brendon's body is still kind of locked up, and when he steps forward it's more of a stumble. He makes it over to them, though.
They both come at him at the same time, but Ryan gets to his lips first. Ryan makes a low, rumbly noise and Spencer gives this pissed off little hiss, and only waits half a moment before tugging Brendon away from Ryan and pushing Brendon's lips open with his tongue. Brendon's mouth is still open when Ryan leans in and crowds Spencer out.
They both taste the same, both kiss like they're trying to ignite a pile of ashes. Brendon feels like ashes, like he's going to crumble into dust, but Ryan's hold around his wrist and Spencer's around his waist are both strong, both of their fingers digging in hard like they think that Brendon is solid, so maybe he is. They both keep tugging at him and pushing at each other, just a little bit, and Brendon doesn't know what to do to make it easier, because he's trying to move how they want him to move, but it's still not enough.
Ryan grabs Brendon's hip to try and turn him, but Brendon's not expecting the shift in his center of balance and ends up stumbling a little bit. Spencer grabs Ryan's wrist and wrenches it away, glaring. He puts both hands on Brendon's hips and hauls him forward, so that this time when Brendon loses balance, he falls right into Spencer. Then another set of hands, when Ryan comes up behind him and spreads his fingers over Brendon's belly, slipping under his shirt.
Something happens over his shoulder, and ends when Spencer and Ryan seem to finally come to an agreement; Ryan pulls Brendon's shirt off while Spencer works on Brendon's pants, and Brendon's never gotten naked this fast before and not for a lack of trying. He blinks and somewhere in there, he's naked, blinks again, and opens his eyes just as he's hitting the bed. A third blink and Spencer and Ryan are on the bed as well, one on either side.
Brendon turns his head from side to side, but he can't see either of them very well, and he definitely can't figure out what's going on.
They both try to roll on top of him at the same time and end up blocking each other with their shoulders. Brendon looks up, and shrinks back into the bed a little. They exchange a briefly frustrated glance, but end up skimming their hands down Brendon's chest, the touches mirror images until Spencer lingers to rub light circles over his nipple and Ryan moves on to press his thumb into the cut of Brendon's hipbone. Brendon's cock rests flat against his belly and it's just a quick slide for Ryan's fingers to wrap around him. Brendon inhales, and maybe Spencer notices the movement of his chest, because his hand is down there in a flash, cupping Brendon's balls and rubbing his thumb along the flat stretch of skin just under them. Brendon spreads his legs to give them room, tilts his hips. He shakes a little when Ryan tightens his dry hand because it's raw on against his skin. Spencer's hand moves even lower and Brendon chokes out, "Lube. Umm, please?"
Spencer stares at Ryan and makes a little gesture with his head, circling and rubbing his thumb over Brendon's opening. Ryan stares right back, mimics the head gesture, and rubs circles around the head of Brendon's cock. Brendon rocks his hips, back and Spencer's thumb digs in, forward and Ryan's smears over a bead of precome. Brendon wants a fist to thrust into and something actually inside, not this fucking tease. "I'll get it," he says, trying to sit up.
Spencer pushes Brendon back flat on his back with a palm to his stomach, and Ryan, who was closest to the edge of the bed, makes a dive for the nearest suitcase and manages to pull out a bottle of something and a string of condoms. Once he's got them, he's right back on the bed, diving in to kiss Brendon. Spencer lets him, but he snatches the lube away and moves his hand right back between Brendon's legs.
Brendon spreads his legs, but Ryan's right there, so he can't really kick up, and Spencer has to struggle to coax him open. Spencer manages to wiggle one finger inside before he hisses in frustration. He uses his free hand to push at Ryan, and says, "Move."
Ryan looks like he's about to push right back, which is going to be really awkward for Brendon, seeing as how Spencer's still got one finger up his ass. Spencer solves both the problems by pulling his hand away, and then saying, "Roll," which placates Ryan.
Brendon flips over onto his stomach and rests his head in the crook of his elbow. He wishes that he weren't the only one naked right now, but Ryan and Spencer will probably take their clothes off when they're ready, and Brendon doesn't so much mind waiting.
They still sit one on either side of him, and Brendon feels hands squeezing his ass. One of each of their's, maybe, but Brendon can't actually tell. The hands spread him open, and Brendon closes his eyes like maybe that will make up for the both of them looking at him. It's easier to forget when a finger eases inside, and then another one, but from a different angle, so Brendon thinks that he was probably right on about the one from each of them thing.
Someone leans over and kisses his shoulder, biting down a little into the thick part of the muscle, and the fingers go deeper. Brendon can feel the first prickles of sweat starting along the curve of his spine, especially when another finger pushes inside and Brendon arches. Three fingers is a lot. Three fingers is enough, but Spencer and Ryan seem to have found something that they can both agree on, and Brendon can feel where a fourth is starting to try and wiggle inside.
"Okay," Brendon says, which was meant to be a hint but comes out sounding panicked. "No more fingers." Brendon exhales and the fourth one pushes inside anyway, which is, "Fuck. Motherfucking fuck. I said--"
Someone lets out a disappointed sigh.
The stretch is intense and quick and bright and raw, and maybe not that bad, Brendon reasons, as long as they don't think he can take more than that.
The fingers leave though, two and then two, and then-- Nothing. The bed moves a little, and eventually Brendon turns his head again to see what the fuck the hold up is.
Spencer has one of Ryan's wrists in one hand, and Ryan has one of Spencer's in his other, and they both seem to be trying to pull the other one away from Brendon.
Ryan says, "I want to go first," stubbornly, and Spencer says, "I want Brendon first," possessively, and Brendon thinks, oh god lord, what if this is another thing that they end up compromising on doing together.
Brendon starts rolling over so that he can scoot up the bed, but Ryan and Spencer let go of each other immediately and both grab for him.
Brendon's not trying to get away, not exactly, but when Ryan's hands circle his wrists and pull his hands behind his back, he struggles for a minute. Ryan keeps pulling backwards until Brendon rises to his knees, leaning back against Ryan's chest as he spreads his legs and tries to find his balance. Spencer comes around in front of him and opens his hands around Brendon's thighs, pushing him open even further, until Brendon's resting his weight almost entirely on Ryan. Spencer's hands move up his thighs, around his hips, until they're on his ass, holding him open, and then Ryan's cock is right there, pushing inside, and it's still a stretch, even after four fingers.
Brendon's entire body is tight with the strain of trying to stay upright, but he tries to breathe through it. He slides down Ryan's cock fast, too fast, just because he can't find any purchase to hold himself back. His breath shudders out of his chest, "Uuuh," like there was an impact behind taking Ryan's cock all the way in until their bodies are flush together.
Ryan says, "Hold him," and Spencer's hands leave his ass and catch his wrists. Ryan leans back, and uses his free hands to hold himself on the bed so that he can thrust his hips, sharp, quick little jabs that are more a force than an actual movement. Brendon's not really ready for him yet, though, so it feels like more than it actually is.
Brendon bends his neck and rests his forehead on Spencer's shoulder, gasps into his skin.
Spencer lets go of his hands and grabs his hips, lifting him off of Ryan's cock and pulling him forward. Ryan's breath rumbles in his chest but his hands snap right to Brendon's wrists, holding Brendon back against his chest while Spencer pulls his hips up and, fuck, pushes right inside. Ryan holds much of his weight up by his arms and it hurts his shoulders and his wrists and Brendon still doesn't have any balance. Spencer's hands cup his ass to help hold him still as Spencer fucks all the way inside. Brendon's legs can't quite reach the bed from this angle, his knees bent and bracketing Spencer's rib cage instead. Brendon's straining, stretched everywhere, and his arms hurt and Spencer's cock is right there rubbing along his prostate every time his hips shift and Brendon's cock is aching. He wants to to touch himself, but Ryan's hands are wrapped all the way around his wrist and all wiggling does is drive Spencer's cock in deeper.
Spencer's hands are still on his ass, but when he lifts, this time he pulls Brendon off his cock, and then Brendon's sliding right back down onto Ryan. Ryan still holds his wrists, but he pushes Brendon forward now, even though there's no where really for Brendon to go, since Spencer's still right there.
Spencer shifts forward; he and Ryan are both up on their knees. Brendon manages to bring his legs down, too, but they keep lifting him up and trading off. Brendon's skin feels raw, like maybe he's starting to bruise where they're holding him. He's being touched everywhere, except his cock, and fuck he wants to come. Spencer's belly is too far to rub up against, even. Spencer might be the one fucking him right down.
Spencer comes first, inside, and Ryan shoves in again. Spencer holds Brendon close when he comes, but then he's gone, and Ryan shoves Brendon forward and forward until they're at the wall, right at the head of the bed. Ryan lefts go of his wrists and Brendon catches himself with his forearms to the wall when he falls forward. Ryan pulls his hips back until Brendon's back arches. He's in really fucking deep, but he moves now too. He gets Brendon how he wants him and picks up this quiet even rhythm, but, hard, like he just slams right into it. Brendon gets knocked into the wall, even with his arms out, and he worries enough about hitting his head that it doesn't seem like an option to drop one hand down to his dick. Even though, fuck.
Ryan yanks Brendon back onto his cock when he comes and Brendon shakes through it with him.
Ryan grunts through the aftershocks and Brendon grinds down, partly because he wants to feel Ryan jerk at the stimulation, and partly because Brendon's body is still thumping and ready to go. Maybe now he can get to his cock.
Except that before Ryan even finishes, Spencer's right there, elbowing Ryan aside and pulling Brendon down to the bed, flipping him over. Brendon gasps when he hits the mattress and in the space of his next breath, Spencer's hold him open and sliding back in. Brendon has no idea of the passing of time, but there's no way that it's been long enough since Spencer came for him to be ready to go again, but he is. He couches over Brendon and fucks him, pausing only to pull Brendon's legs up, pushing them towards his chest, pinning him down again. Maybe Brendon could still wiggle his hand down, but Ryan's there, too. He knocks Spencer's hands away until Brendon's legs fall down, then straddles Brendon's chest, his lower legs holding Brendon's arms to the ground.
His cock tastes a little sour from the latex, the head is still salty with come. He's hard again, too, and Brendon knows enough time hasn't passed for Ryan to be hard again, but his cock is flushed full and thick and opening Brendon's mouth up.
Spencer bats at Ryan's shoulder because, "Move, I want to see." Ryan twists his body to the side slightly, and Brendon can see Spencer's head peering around Ryan's shoulder, his cock still in Brendon's ass, and Brendon wishes, wishes, wishes that someone was touching his dick.
Ryan holds his own dick around the base, angling it towards Brendon's mouth, which helps a little, but it's still awkward angle. Brendon needs to tilt his chin further up, and he'd like his hands back now, please. Instead, Ryan says, "Want to see if he can take it," and Spencer says, "Yeah," and Ryan slides his hips forward.
Brendon can't. Not from this angle anyway, and Ryan's cock hits the root of his mouth, then pushes further until the head is hard against the back of Brendon's throat and Brendon's gagging. He pulls his head back as far as he can, and manages to take a breath, even though Ryan's hips totally follow him backwards, still trying to push his dick all the way inside.
"Hmm," Spencer considers. "I want to try. Move."
"No," Ryan says, lifting his shoulder back up so that he blocks Spencer.
Spencer starts focusing on fucking Brendon again, right when Ryan decides to try pushing deep again, and Brendon's gasping and drooling everywhere and he still can't do what Ryan wants him to do.
The bed hits up against the wall, and Brendon thinks vaguely, Spencer's doing that. Because Spencer's fucking him hard enough to move the bed against the wall. He fucks him hard enough that Brendon can't even feel the thrusts anymore, everything blurs together into one long explosion of sensation, and still no one touches Brendon's cock. If he could come from this he would, fuck, but he can't. Tears prickle in the corner of his eyes and it's not just from gagging on Ryan's dick.
Brendon's head starts to spin because it's hard to breathe around Ryan's dick. He tries to relax into it, tries to be open, tries to stop drooling, but when he attempts to swallow some of it away, all he manages to do it clip Ryan with his bottom teeth.
Ryan hisses, and says, "Hurts," like he's notices something new and he feels compelled to point it out. Brendon covers his teeth with his lips.
Ryan's given up on pushing down Brendon's throat, and instead he fucks Brendon's mouth in short, sharp strokes. It's easier on Brendon's throat but it's fucking noisy, and Brendon's a little embarrassed by the wet gurgling noises, even though he knows he can't help it.
Everything is already so wet and sloppy that Brendon doesn't feel it when Ryan comes, only notices when the taste changes. Ryan finally pulls away, and Brendon swallows what's still in his mouth. Something's dripping down the side of his neck, but Brendon's face has been wet since half-way through the blowjob, so he doesn't really know for sure what it is.
Spencer folds Brendon in half, leaning over and licking up his neck to the corner of his mouth. He pulls back and makes a face. "Tastes gross," he says, giving Ryan a little dirty look. He doesn't stop licking though, over Brendon's chin, his cheek, down the other side of his neck. Brendon opens his mouth when Spencer kisses him. Spencer pushes his tongue inside, so Brendon sucks lightly. Spencer's thrusts slow down a little when he comes. For a minute, Brendon thinks that he's going to be able to come just from the friction of Spencer's belly on his dick, but, no. Spencer stills on top of him, still kissing him hard.
Ryan reaches out and pokes Spencer in the cheek until Spencer moves his mouth away. There's some shuffling on the bed while they switch positions, both of them leaving their hands spread across Brendon's skin: a hand around Brendon's elbow, a palm across his belly. When Brendon realizes that Ryan's hard again, hard and kicking his legs open, he starts to struggle. He's throbbing all over and only part of that is the desperation to finally orgasm.
He crosses his ankles, because Ryan and Spencer only seem to pay attention to him if it means they're not getting what they want.
"Fuck Spencer," Brendon says to Ryan.
Ryan looks at Spencer, tilts his head to the side, then crawls over until he's behind him. Spencer looks a little suspicious, but he doesn't try and push Ryan away. Brendon says, "Use lube," then finally, finally fists his own cock, biting his lip as his eyes roll all the way back in his head with relief. He rubs his palm over the head, smears the precome around so that when he gives a long stroke, his hand slides pretty easily.
He just starting to work into a rhythm when Spencer hand wraps around his wrist, halting the motion.
"Oh my god, what?" Brendon says. Ryan's hands seem to be busy working Spencer open, so the fucking Spencer plan seems like it's a go, and still Brendon doesn't get to come. Fucking what?
Spencer studies Brendon for a long minute, long enough that Brendon worries maybe he's gotten distracted by Ryan's fingers and has forgotten about how Brendon's dying of blueballs here. It actually seems to be something Ryan does that finally snaps him out of it though, because he hisses through his teeth, eye fluttering shut quickly before they snap back open. He looks straight at Brendon when he says, "Want to see him beg for it."
Ryan says, "Yeah, yes, he should ask," and Brendon says, "I'm fucking asking, you asshole," but apparently that's not enough.
Spencer wrenches Brendon's wrist away completely, grabs the other one as well, pushing them down on the mattress. He's on his elbows and knees and his mouth is right there. "Oh, come on," Brendon says.
Spencer's facial expression shifts a little. He still looks like he's considering, but now it's less of a focus on Brendon's cock, and more of an twisted grimace, Ryan's-cock-is-in-my-ass, kind of considering. Brendon thinks that he maybe looks like it was more than he expected, but Spencer rocks right back against him. The two of them fall quickly into it, into something like a rhythm except that they keep speeding up, pushing each other harder.
Spencer's jaw drops loosely open, which means that Brendon's cock is likely no longer in danger of getting bitten off, so he rocks his hips off the bed, and says, "Spence."
Spencer glances up at him and smiles slowly, like that's what he was waiting for the whole time. He still doesn't suck Brendon's cock though, instead opening wide to mouth Brendon's balls, which doesn't even feel that good, except, fuck, the visual.
Brendon tries to twist his wrists free of Spencer's hands but he can't.
"Okay," he croaks. "Okay, Spencer. Fuck, Spence, okay. Just-- Fuck." Brendon doesn't know what Spencer wants him to say and he's shaking now. His cock is throbbing white hot, leaking all over his stomach, and Spencer's mouth is right there. "I don't know what you want me to say," Brendon says. "Please, fuck. I don't know--"
Spencer pulls his mouth away and looks up at Brendon. Brendon couldn't be more naked than he is now. He still can't get his wrists away, so he just tries to breath through it while Spencer looks at him. Brendon's so hot; sweat slides down from his hairline. He's stuck to the sheets, stickywet, and he flexes his wrists and fists his hands and tries to rock his hips forward, and Spencer watches him.
Ryan comes somewhere in there, because Spencer's body isn't rocking anymore. He's completely focused on Brendon.
Brendon tries one more time, arching off the bed, and Spencer still won't do anything, so Brendon just-- stops. His breath shakes out rough on his exhale and Brendon goes limp. He throws his head back on the pillow, sinks into the bed. He knows that there's a sharp whine every time he breathes out, but he can't help that any more than he can Spencer.
"Huh," Ryan says, a little awed. Brendon had forgotten about Ryan, but, yeah. Fuck. Ryan's watching him too.
Spencer makes a low pleased noise and closes his mouth over Brendon's cock, sliding down steadily, then sucking hard when he pulls back up. Ryan's hand comes out to cup Brendon's balls and Spencer goes down again, up. Brendon's sobbing and his hips keep jerking, but it's nothing he can stop, just something his body is doing.
He comes, and it's just a soft crest, compared to everything else, a leaf floating down to the ground. His body's still thrumming afterwards, but he's totally boneless once he finishes twitching through it. Spencer keeps sucking even after he's spent, sharp flares every time his tongue licks over the head. Brendon cries out each time, and he shifts a little, but just like everything else, he just has to wait for Spencer to finish.
Spencer finally pulls his mouth away, grabbing Ryan by the back of his neck and sealing their mouths together. Ryan makes a face, like he's not entirely pleased with this turn of events, but Brendon can see him swallow, and it's just something else. Just another thing for them to try together.
Ryan's hard again, and Spencer either didn't come when Ryan fucked him, or he's just hard again, too.
"I want him to ride me," Ryan says.
Spencer says, "Yeah, I want to see," and pulls Brendon up, carefully.
They move around the bed together; Ryan settles on his back while Brendon settles on his thighs and tries to convince his shaking fingers to open a condom. Spencer pushes a couple of fingers inside of Brendon, and maybe he slicked them with lube first, and maybe Brendon's just still slippery from the other times, but either way, they slide right in.
Brendon manages to get the condom rolled down. Ryan pulls him forward, and Spencer helps lift him up, and then he sinks down onto Ryan's dick. Taking Ryan's cock isn't too much, but Brendon can't convince his legs to push him back up. He sits and clenches and whimpers a little bit, because it's too soon after, but his own dick is starting to fill again.
Spencer holds Brendon by the hips, helps him move, helps him rock. Brendon arches in his hands and tries to give them what they want.