sex pollen chatporn | Spencer/Brendon | NC-17 | ~ 4500 words
This came to be from a conversation about how hot it would be if Brendon got hit with sex pollen, especially, for some reason, if it started out with Spencer trying to resist and staying strong, taking care of someone affected without 'taking advantage' by having sex with them, and then just being completely overwhelmed and giving in and having mind-blowing desperate insatiable chemically-altered neverending sex.
Because Brendon would not be in his right mind, so Spencer would want to do the right thing. And keep his hands off, except for supportive touching: hugging, and hand-on-knee, and back-rubbing, and neck-massaging, and Brendon would finally start begging seriously, please, god, just touch me.
Only Brendon would be going slowly insane the longer it lasted without relief, and eventually start falling apart and need more than the supportive-but-chaste touching. Need.
Brendon would be begging, trying to pull Spencer's hand down, "I'm so hard, Spencer, fuck, Spencer please" and Spencer would be like, "dude, I'll just-- over there. And you go for it" And Brendon would be all, "I CAN'T"because the best kind of sex pollen is the kind that won't let the person get himself off.
Especially ones that get to the point of Brendon not even being coherent and there only being so much Spencer can take, because he has the twin temptations of Brendon needing Spencer to take care of him and make it okay, and BRENDON BEGGING FOR SPENCER TO FUCK HIM.
Spencer/Brendon | NC-17 | ~ 4500 words
Brendon gets really dirty asking for it, too.
by airgiodslv & disarm_d
Brendon gets really dirty asking for it, too. Spencer doesn't want to take advantage and Brendon's whispering about how he'll do anything, anything, and the stuff he's suggesting is enough to make Spencer blush just imagining it, and Spencer doesn't even blush over sex things. Because Brendon wouldn't just need sex, he'd totally be tormented by imagining all the different kinds of sex he really, really needs and really wants Spencer to give to him. And he's out of his mind on aphrodisiacs, so he's not all that shy about begging for them. Plus, the more he can come up with, the better chance there is of him hitting on something Spencer will give in and do.
It bothers Spencer when he figures out that Brendon just wants to figure out something that Spencer would like, because that's definitely taking advantage, right? So he tries really hard not to react to the things that Brendon says. Brendon's watching him so closely though, and he maybe can't tell everything, but he can certainly figure out when he's getting warm or cold.
When he hits on something that makes Spencer react, he totally homes in on it and keeps going, listing every possible variation, and just talking about it is turning him on, so he's driving himself crazy at the same time he's driving Spencer crazy, and Brendon is really tactile and also really turned on so it's not his fault if he can't stop himself from rubbing a little against Spencer or nuzzling his jaw and breathing him in - and oh god, he smells so good, Brendon's seriously going out of his mind - or half-crawling into his lap to see how far he can get before Spencer gently but forcibly removes him.
It's really hard for Brendon to keep getting pushed away. He wants to stop, he doesn't want to make Spencer uncomfortable, but he tries to stay away from Spencer, which makes it worse. Worse even than having Spencer right there but not getting what he wants. He makes himself stay in his bunk and by the time Spencer comes to check on him, he's just completely gone, all, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll do anything, please, just tell me what I can do and I'll do it, anything you want."
Spencer can't resist, because what is he, made of stone? He tries to get Brendon to settle a little by taking him to the lounge on the couch, spooning him and keeping an arm around him, just staying close and holding on, which is both a blessing and a curse because with Spencer so close Brendon is already a little calmer, Spencer is like, exuding calmness or something, but it's also driving him mad, because he can feel Spencer's cock - again, Spencer isn't made of stone, and Brendon won't stop talking dirty and also fucking wriggling - and all he wants is to rub on it until he comes, or suck on it until Spencer lets him come, or ride it until he comes, or have Spencer fuck him hard over the edge of this couch until he comes, or anything, really, he just needs to come, and Spencer's cock is right there.
Spencer figures out pretty soon that Brendon's not just going to fall asleep and sleep it off, he's too wound up, so he starts talking to distract Brendon, murmuring things that have nothing to do with sex in his ear, but Brendon's brain scrambles and translates this as sexsexsexsexsex and now it's not just Spencer's cock that's so close, it's his mouth, and his voice all hushed and rumbly in his chest, and his breath stirring the hairs behind Brendon's ear, and he's trying, god, he's trying so hard to do what Spencer wants and he really doesn't want to be sent away again, but he's about to twist around and just maul Spencer with his mouth and his hands and cling like a monkey while he rubs off on Spencer's cock. Which he can't stop thinking about, because it's Spencer's cock and Brendon needs it so badly his mouth is watering, and oh god, Spencer's going to kill him but he can't help it.
Brendon closes his eyes and tries to breathe through it but that just makes it harder because with his eyes closed, all he can focus on is how Spencer's cock feels, and he can feel it, he can, he can feel it against the side of his leg, and he just *needs*. He starts rocking. He doesn't mean to because he doesn't want to piss Spencer off, he wants to be able to stay here with him and this is the closest he's been to Spencer's cock yet, so he doesn't want to fuck that up, but he just can't help himself.
At first, Spencer thinks that Brendon's just shifting around (Brendon squirms like a motherfucker now, and it's exhausting all the willpower that Spencer has), but he figures out what Brendon's doing. He says, "Brendon," and it comes out kind of frustrated, because Spencer *is*.
Brendon thinks that Spencer's mad at him and he's sorry, he is, he doesn't mean to, but, "Spencer please, can I just have it in my mouth? Please, just my mouth. Or-- My hands even, I just need to touch you please, I need to, please," but he manages to keep his hands to himself while he waits for Spencer to answer, even though he doesn't actually manage to stop rocking.
Spencer isn't actually angry at Brendon, he's just frustrated in general, and he knows it's not Brendon's fault, but Spencer's hard and he'd kind of really like to fuck Brendon, actually, but he can't, so he just says, "Brendon," again, almost wearily but trying to be patient, and Brendon twists around and kisses him, messily and kind of distractedly, but that's probably because he's more focused on getting Spencer's pants open, and Spencer struggles a little but Brendon has a leg hooked around him and both hands scrabbling at his waistband and his tongue in Spencer's mouth, and while Spencer tries to more-or-less gently pull Brendon away from his mouth so he can talk to him, Brendon gets his hand in and squeezes, and Spencer's head hits the arm of the couch with a *thunk* and Brendon groans loud and low like he's the one being touched, and Spencer suddenly can't remember anything he was going to say.
Brendon squirms his way down the couch so fast it's almost impossible, and Spencer is still opening and closing his mouth gaping like a fish because Brendon's hand really isn't taking any prisoners, and then suddenly he has Brendon's hand and his mouth, Brendon's fist squeezing and twisting tight at the base while his mouth bobs up and down, saliva dripping slowly down the side of Spencer's cock until it meets his hand with a sticky-squelchy sound. It's drowned out by the noises Brendon is making, though, moaning and whimpering while he devours Spencer's cock like he's starving for it, and Spencer is officially a bad person, because he has absolutely no strength to fight right now even if he could. And he's not betting on that, because from the way Brendon is going down on him, Spencer doesn't think he'll be relinquishing Spencer's cock at all willingly now that he's got his hands - and mouth, Jesus Christ - on it.
Spencer is gritting his teeth just trying to hang on, but Brendon gets greedy and Spencer's cock bumps the back of his throat, and Spencer snaps his hips up without conscious thought, and Brendon makes this sound, this low, hungry moan, so Spencer lets loose a string of curses that his mother will never, ever find out about, wraps his fingers in Brendon's soft hair and starts fucking his mouth hard enough to bruise. He would never do this normally, not this rough, but Brendon's eyes have fallen closed so that his lashes spill like ink across his skin, and the noises have given way to this soft, constant moan, nostrils flaring as he sucks in breaths through his nose. He's not fighting at all, just keeping his hand where it is so he doesn't choke and letting Spencer fist his hair, and Spencer is only human, and he's been tormented within an inch of his patience already. General frustration gives way to something more focused, channeling pent-up tension into the willing wet heat of Brendon's mouth.
It's funny because even though this is the most turned on Brendon has ever been in his entire life, he's not feeling as desperate as he was before. Like, just having Spencer's cock in his mouth *does* make it a little easier for him, and he wants it for as long as he can have it. Unless the other alternative is having Spencer fuck him, in which case, *that* is what he would like please please please.
Spencer is fucking his mouth, anyway, and it's better than Brendon thought it would be. Spencer's hand on the back of his head and his fingers in Brendon's hair are strong and so fucking good. Spencer's touching him, actually touching him. He's holding Brendon's head and thrusting his hips up and Brendon can't stop moaning because Yes, thank god, finally, finally, finally.
Spencer even tastes good, which is a stupid thing to think, but Brendon does. He thinks that Spencer tastes good, and he feels good, and Brendon doesn't want this to be over, except that he does want Spencer to come. He wants Spencer to come in his mouth and he wants to swallow it. He wants anything that Spencer will give him.
He presses the heel of his other hand against his cock, but he already knows that rubbing himself won't be enough, and it's only a tiny flare of sensation next to having Spencer in his mouth. Spencer is doing that radiating calm thing again, only now maybe he's radiating sex or something, but either way, Brendon is totally relaxed. He's still trying to suck, sort of, lick, to make it good for Spencer, but the best he can really do is hang out and let Spencer use him. Which is an amazing thought that sends a shiver all the way down his spine and through his cock, and when Spencer comes in his mouth, all down his throat and on his tongue and dripping down his chin, Brendon realizes he's just come too. It's not really enough, he still feels like he needs more, but it's better. It's so much better, and he's almost purring, licking Spencer's cock clean and rubbing against his hand while Spencer stares at him in a daze, like he's trying to figure out what just happened.
Spencer strokes his hair, almost absently when Brendon shifts against his hand, and Brendon closes his eyes and inhales the scent of Spencer's come, and he knows it's too soon for Spencer but he's hard again already and he can't help begging, "Please, Spencer, Spence, please."
Spencer squints down at him. Spencer's sleepy and feeling really good right now, and he'd be really happy to go back to snuggling on the couch, but Brendon's looking up at him.
"Come here," Spencer says, trying to pull Brendon up onto his lap.
Brendon straddles Spencer's thighs. He really wants to kiss Spencer, but he doesn't know if that would gross Spencer out of something (he doesn't understand how it *could* because Spencer tastes good, and Brendon can't stop clicking his tongue and rubbing if over the roof of his mouth), so he kisses Spencer's neck instead.
Spencer rubs his hands over Brendon's back, which makes Brendon arch. Brendon's ridiculously sensitive, shivering every time Spencer's fingers move on his body. It shouldn't be a turn on, but it *is.* "Hey," Spencer says, trying to get Brendon to settle a little.
Brendon rocks on his lap, rubbing his cock up against Spencer's stomach, which is good, so good, but... not quite right. Brendon's starting to figure out that this is more about Spencer, not really about anything he can do. Brendon kisses his jaw, and mumbles, right near Spencer's ear, "Need you to fuck me, please, please. Please, I'll get you hard."
Spencer really wants that too, but he's starting to feel a little guilty and Brendon's still seriously wired, hair clumping in tufts all over the place and come still on his chin, so Spencer pulls him in and licks it off and kisses him, trying to get him to calm down some more. He can't get hard again this fast, so he wraps his leg around Brendon's thighs to hold him in place and teases Brendon with kisses, licking into his mouth and letting Brendon suck hungrily on his tongue. After a while, the kissing goes from Brendon performing tongue-fellatio to Spencer fucking Brendon's mouth slowly with his tongue, which has Brendon melted over him like butter, moaning and humping his stomach a little, but not like he's trying to get off, just little hitching movements of his hips while Spencer slides his tongue in and out of Brendon's mouth.
Spencer starts to roll them over, thinking it will be easier to control and contain Brendon that way, but Brendon fights him, tearing his mouth away and digging his fingers into Spencer's sides, whispering, "Please, no, just let me," and then he's gone again, wriggling back down Spencer's body, and Spencer's hands clutch at air for a minute before he leans up on one elbow and wraps his other hand around the back of Brendon's neck. Brendon has both hands on Spencer's thighs, kneading the muscles a little, and his mouth is soft and reverent as he leans in and mouths Spencer's cock.
Spencer is still sensitive, so he hisses a little and drops his head back, but Brendon just opens his mouth and slides down over the head, suckling softly, making hushed whimpering noises that Spencer can barely hear over the roaring in his ears. He starts feeling the slightest tickle of arousal in the pit of his stomach, and even though he's not getting hard yet, it feels good, and Brendon's whimpering evens out into low, contented purring, which sends shivers all the way through Spencer's body and makes his hand tighten on the back of Brendon's neck, sliding up to cup his skull and feather through Brendon's mussed hair.
Brendon ducks his head down and starts sucking on Spencer's balls and it's just a whole lot of sensation. When Brendon moves back to his cock, Spencer does end up hardening, even before he actually starts to feel aroused again. Brendon seems happy to keep sucking him though, happy enough to wait until Spencer's ready, so he just leaves his hand on the back of Brendon's head and feels everything.
Brendon sucks gently and works up to a nice slow rhythm, and eventually Spencer has to start restraining himself from pushing Brendon to take him in deeper, which probably means that he's ready to go again. He moves his hand away from Brendon's head, and Brendon pulls away quickly, looking up. "Ready?" he asks, and he looks so focused and so excited just at the possibility. Spencer doesn't even know if Brendon's been fucked before, this isn't something they should be doing without talking first, finding out how comfortable Brendon is with it, but -- Brendon.
Brendon scampers off the couch, and quickly pulls off his pants and underwear, before crawling immediately back onto Spencer and straddling him. He grabs the base of Spencer's cock and tries to sink down and Spencer has this brief moment of panic that he's not going to be able to catch him fast enough, but in the end he gets a hold of Brendon before Brendon actually manages to get his cock inside.
"We need lube," Spencer says, fingers digging into Brendon's waist. Brendon is fighting him, trying to rock down onto Spencer's cock, but Spencer manages to keep him away.
"No," Brendon insists, " I can take it like this. Please, I can take you, I want it."
Spencer's a little afraid of Brendon actually winning this one through sheer squirming determination, so he gets a hand free and smacks Brendon on the ass hard enough to make his palm sting like a bitch. It works, though, Brendon's mouth has dropped open and his eyes are huge and round, and Spencer pulls his shit together enough to say, "Lube, or we don't do anything." There's a frightening second where he can see the wheels turning in Brendon's mind, and Spencer doesn't really want to go round two with Brendon trying to drive himself dry onto Spencer's cock, so he switches tactics and croons, "I'll fuck you with my fingers, too, with my fingers and my cock," and that does it, Brendon shudders a little and reluctantly leans back, enough that Spencer can push him the rest of the way off and go get some lube, because there's no fucking way he's doing this dry, no matter how much Brendon wants it.
He comes back with the tube and Brendon is already holding himself open, hands hooked around his knees, and Spencer actually has to reach down between his legs and squeeze, or else he might go off early and he can't imagine the magnitude of the disappointed and hurt look Brendon will give him if that happens. He squirts some lube onto his fingers and doesn't worry about warming it, because he thinks Brendon needs to chill out a bit anyway. He slides a finger in, nice and slow, and Brendon pushes down and takes him in, impatient. "More," he says, squirming on Spencer's finger. "Spencer, now."
Spencer pushes two in, and when Brendon adjusts he goes up to three, because he's not sure how long he can keep Brendon quiescent before Brendon starts climbing him again, and tries to keep Brendon distracted with that for a while, working them in deep and twisting before fucking him with them at just the right angle to make Brendon squirm, but Brendon's not having any of it, he's over the finger thing already, it's not what he needs, so he just wriggles and begs, "Spencer, Spence, please, fuck me, please."
Sucking on Spencer's cock was almost more satisfying than having Spencer fingerfuck him, and Brendon doesn't know what the heck is happening, but that's not the normal order of things. All he knows is that Spencer's cock is hard and Brendon's mostly slick and so so ready for him and he'd really like to be fucked now please.
Brendon's staring at Spencer's cock, which makes his mouth start to water again, and his ass clench around Spencer's fingers. (Even if the fingers aren't enough, it's really nice to have something there).
"You can-- You can just lie on the couch," Brendon says. "I'll do all the work. Spencer, please, I'll make it really good." In all of this, it seems really important that Spencer get off, and fuck Brendon just wants Spencer to fuck him and come inside of him, and he won't even need anything else to come himself.
"Jesus," Spencer says, because Brendon is really fuck hot like this, but Spencer's almost kind of maybe a little tempted to gag him.
He thinks he would probably last longer if he did, because Brendon's dirty-talking is driving him crazy (crazier), so he finds the closest thing to hand, a thin scarf that one of them bought forever ago, which has long since become communal property, and sits on the couch, running it through his fingers. "For me, okay?" he says, because right now Brendon seems to be agreeable to anything so long as it's for Spencer (or his cock), and pulls Brendon in to kiss him a few times, their cocks bumping together against each other's skin. He sucks on Brendon's bruised mouth until Brendon starts getting impatient again, and then holds the scarf up against Brendon's mouth. Brendon looks at him for a second, eyes dark and considering, and then opens his mouth and bites down on the scarf, letting Spencer tie it loosely behind his head. Spencer has to take a minute then, because holy fuck.
Brendon doesn't give him long to stare, though, because he's already pushing Spencer down and straddling him, hands greedy and grasping on Spencer's cock, guiding it inside him. Spencer's used to a nice slow, gradual first slide, but Brendon closes his eyes, lips stretched around the gag - holy fuck - and pushes down hard, not relenting until Spencer is balls-deep inside of him and both of them are panting and sweating.
Brendon starts riding him immediately, little rocking motions driving him down on Spencer's cock and sending skitters of sparks through Spencer's nerves, and Spencer just rests his hands on Brendon's skin, stroking his side, and holds on for the ride. Brendon is whimpering and twisting, working himself on Spencer's cock, head tipped back so his throat is bared, and Spencer suddenly really wants to scrape his teeth down that stretch of white skin. Spencer reaches up as Brendon half-falls forward, rocking more frantically, and twists a nipple between his fingers. Brendon mewls, muffled through the gag, which is turning damp in his mouth, against his tongue. His movements are getting increasingly frantic, not like before when he went relaxed and open around Spencer's cock, and Spencer realizes that his own body is tense, tight with the strain of just holding on and letting Brendon ride him.
"Hang on," he grunts, and grabs Brendon's hips, jerking him down a few times so he can get more friction, and Brendon makes a noise every time, open-mouthed "ahs" trapped and restrained by cloth, and Spencer suddenly thinks fuck this and shoves Brendon back onto his back on the couch, hauling his legs up and driving in deep.
Brendon just keeps trying to pull Spencer even closer. He's wailing now, through the gag, and trying to work his hips with Spencer, even though he can't because of the way that Spencer's holding his legs open. And, Spencer's holding his legs open, which is so fucking hot. It's a little awkward on the couch, there's not quiet enough room, and Brendon's ankle ends up hooked over the back of the couch. It's good, but Brendon still wants more.
Brendon's hands are just getting in the way at this point, so Spencer uses his free hand to pull Brendon's away from, catching them above his head and pinning them down on the couch. Spencer's got both hands holding Brendon, so he's getting most of his leverage from his knees, and when that's not enough, he holds up more of his weight on his hands, even though that means that he's tightening his grip on Brendon.
The gag is soaked through by now. Brendon's lips are pulled back, away from the clothe, and caught in something that looks like a grimace. Spencer's worried that he's pushing Brendon too hard, but before he manages to coordinate things enough to slow down, Brendon's eyes roll back in his head and he makes this raw, low noise, something like a snarl even, as he comes. He comes completely untouched, which isn't exactly a surprise, but is still really fucking hot. Brendon thrashes through it, but before he even starts to settle again, he starts begging through the gag, "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop."
Brendon's brain has settled into a haze, white-noise sensation and the awareness of Spencer, and Spencer's cock, and he knows Spencer will probably try to pull out now, so his whole body clamps down like a vise, holding on, while he struggles to beg through the gag and pleads with his eyes for Spencer to keep fucking him. He needs Spencer to keep going, he can't stop, and when Spencer holds still and then draws back slowly and pushes in deep again, Brendon's eyes roll back into his head and he moans, tongue thick and trapped in his mouth.
Spencer keeps going, but slower now, deliberate, and Brendon only knows he's hard again when his cock bounces against his stomach as Spencer thrusts in. He arches his back, trying to get closer, rubbing every part of him that can reach against Spencer's skin, and then Spencer shifts his hips and Brendon's mouth drops open and he groans, because it's so fucking good, and the tingles dancing down his spine and through his balls are nothing compared to how sweet it is every time Spencer goes deep inside him.
Brendon clenches around him reflexively, trying to draw him in deeper, and Spencer finally grunts and squeezes Brendon's wrists tightly enough that he feels the bones grind, and then Spencer starts fucking him hard and fast and oh god, fuck, yes. Every inch of him is screaming yes, and now he can't do anything but what he did before, try to relax and open up and take it, which is what he does, just takes everything Spencer gives him, and his throat is forcing out sound on every exhale, rubbed raw and scraped against his vocal chords, short staccato bursts as Spencer hauls his leg up to drive in deeper and fucks him.
Spencer comes with a shout and Brendon comes again, and everything is hazy and pleasant for a moment, everything still and peaceful inside of him. Then Spencer shifts back, breathing hard, sweaty hair stuck in damp strands to his forehead, and Brendon whimpers as his cock slides loose, leaving him empty but well-fucked.
He blinks slowly up at Spencer, looks down at his cock, and licks his lips.
"You can go again, right?" Brendon asks.