Your Sex Is On Fire
Title: Your Sex Is On Fire
Author: heavyhart
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jon/Brendon/Spencer with implied GSF at the end.
Summary: "Brendon becomes a pyrokinetic (aka firestarter!) and the only way to keep it in check during performances is pre-show sex!"
Notes: 1,853 words. Written for anon_lovefest.
Brendon turns 21 and he sets his hotel bed on fire.
It's not on purpose. Ryan thinks it is, that Brendon was smoking up and caught the sheets on fire. But Brendon had only been drinking, had been thinking about--well, actually, thinking about being in bed with Jon--and fuck, the sheets start hissing angrily, flames licking up the charred bedframe again.
"You can sleep with me," Jon offers, and Brendon squeezes his eyes shut while a pillow on Jon's bed combusts.
"Uh."
Brendon opens his eyes slowly. "That's. I don't mean to keep doing that."
"Brendon, set the lamp on fire," Jon says slowly.
Brendon stares at the lamp, pictures it in flames. The thing starts to burn and Jon yelps, jumps back. "Fuck, stop. Stop!"
Wincing, Brendon looks at Jon. "Sorry."
"Okay, this could be a problem."
-
And it is a problem. At first. It takes Brendon about two days to get fully in control of his pyrokinesis (and even then, Ryan's convinced Brendon's still lighting candles and leaves with his brain behind Ryan's back (Brendon is)). Spencer's afraid of touching him, afraid that being close to Brendon will get him set on fire, but Jon can't resist Brendon's pout and they make out for fifteen minutes without incident. In fact, when Jon's jerking Brendon off he tells Brendon to burn a piece of paper and Brendon thinks about it, or at least tries to, but the pleasure tugging and building in his stomach is too much of a distraction and Brendon can't even get the paper to smolder a little bit.
"The fuck?" Brendon breathes, still trying to set the paper on fire half an hour after his orgasm. Jon laughs, wraps his arms around Brendon.
"Looks like we figured out your kryptonite."
"Shut up."
-
Brendon's guitar accidentally goes up in flames twice in one week. They can excuse it for rock star behavior to the fans but the tech guys are pissed.
"Brendon," Ryan growls, staring at the charred remains of Brendon's fender.
"I'm sorry! I get excited, and just--"
"But there has to be some way to not do that, at least not during the show! Brendon, can't you--"
"Hey," Spencer speaks up, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed, watching Ryan and Brendon argue. "Why don't you just fuck Jon before the show?"
"Spencer," Ryan and Brendon say at the same time, Ryan unamused and Brendon just embarrassed. Jon looks up from where he's curled up on the couch, smiles.
"What? You aren't able to burn shit after you come--everyone knows that, Brendon, don't give me that face--so why should it be different during the day? It's worth a try."
"Um, I don't think--"
"For fuck's sake, whatever you have to do." Ryan throws his arms up in the air and leaves. Brendon glances over at Jon, notices his smile, then gets up and leaves, face flushed.
-
Brendon takes a deep breath, rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet.
"Half an hour," Zack says. Ryan glances at his band mates, stands up.
"Right, well. Good luck, ah. Taking care of things."
Brendon stares at the door after Zack and Ryan leave, clueless, until Jon slides up behind him, wrapping his arms around Brendon's small waist. "You heard the man. Let's take care of things."
Brendon flushes, turns his face away, Spencer still sitting across from him. "We can't just--"
Jon's face is pressed into Brendon's neck, breath warm on Brendon's skin. "It's for the good of the show. Right, Spencer?"
Spencer gets up, walks over to Brendon. His eyes are dark and his face is serious and Brendon's breath catches in his throat.
"You're both going to--"
"Yup," Jon says happily, fingers working at Brendon's jeans. Spencer's already unbuttoning Brendon's shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. Brendon shivers a little but lets himself get undressed, naked when Jon pulls his jeans and underwear off of his legs. Spencer kisses Brendon on the mouth and a bag of chips on the table next to them goes up in flames, burning quickly and leaving a pile of ash in its place.
"Brendon."
"Right, right, getting it under control!" Brendon's voice cracks when Jon starts stroking his cock with calloused fingers, Spencer's beard tickling his skin as he kisses Brendon's jaw, down to his neck. Brendon doesn't let himself think about anything, just loses himself in the touches, Jon's hands, Spencer's mouth. Spencer slides down to his knees and Brendon's eyes widen.
"Spencer," Brendon breathes, one hand on Spencer's shoulder as Spencer leans forward. Jon's still holding Brendon's cock and he hooks his chin over Brendon's shoulder, helps hold Brendon's cock out so Spencer can hold onto Brendon's hips and open his mouth, swallowing around Brendon.
Brendon groans, tilts his head back as Spencer sucks, mouth hot and wet and perfect. Spencer pulls off for a moment and does this thing with his tongue over the head of Brendon's cock and Brendon kind of wants to die.
"Fuck, Spencer, Spencer," Brendon gasps, leaning back into Jon. Jon strokes Brendon where Spencer's mouth doesn't reach and Brendon wants so badly just to push into Spencer's mouth but Spencer's still holding his hips, keeping him from thrusting forward.
"His mouth feels amazing, doesn't it?" Jon breathes into Brendon's ear and Brendon just whines, leans back harder into Jon. The hand not holding Brendon's cock moves down to Brendon's ass, fingers slipping between the cheeks and pressing teasingly at Brendon's hole. Brendon makes a small whimpering noise, pushing back against Jon's fingers. Spencer takes Brendon all the way down his throat the same time Jon pushes a finger in and Brendon groans, rocks his hips as much as he can with Spencer still holding onto him. Jon fucking him with his finger helps push Brendon deeper into Spencer's mouth, cock brushing the back of his open throat, and with a strangled cry of Spencer's name Brendon comes, mouth open and eyes squeezed shut.
Spencer pulls back some but swallows, and as Brendon comes down from his orgasm Jon's finger is almost too much stimulation.
"Jon, Jon," Brendon gasps and Jon pulls his finger out, kisses Brendon's mouth hungrily. Brendon kisses back just as hard, tugging at Spencer's hair to get him to stand up. As soon as Spencer's on his feet Brendon surges forward and kisses him, licking into his mouth and not caring much that Spencer tastes like his come.
Brendon hears rustling behind him and hopes that Jon's getting naked. He slides his hands down to Spencer's pants, works on getting them open. Spencer pulls his own shirt off, steps out of his pants and goes back to fitting their mouths together, kissing Brendon wetly. Brendon makes a happy noise and reaches down to stroke Spencer's cock slowly.
When Jon comes up behind Brendon and kisses his neck Brendon can feel his erection, is glad he was right about the naked thing.
"I'm going to fuck you," Jon says in a low voice, and Brendon can't help it when he shivers. "I'm going to fuck you and you're going to suck Spencer off. Does that sound good?"
"Yes," Brendon gasps out, kisses Spencer once more before getting down on his hands and knees, pushing Spencer down towards the couch. Spencer falls back onto it and moves to the edge, spreading his legs wide so Brendon can fit between them. He groans and buries a hand in Brendon's hair when Brendon starts sucking. Jon gets down on his knees and is behind Brendon again except this time when he rubs his fingers over Brendon's hole they're wet. Brendon keens, spreads his own legs and pushes his ass back. Jon slides two fingers in at once and works quickly at stretching Brendon open, aware they only have about 15 minutes left.
Brendon's wet lips pull off Spencer a few seconds later long enough to say, "fuck, I'm good, just fuck me," and Jon snorts, gives Brendon's ass a quick slap. Brendon goes back to sucking around Spencer and Jon lubes up his own cock, lines it up with Brendon and pushes inside slowly. Brendon has to pull off Spencer again and breathe hotly against his thigh, waiting for his body to adjust to the stretch of Jon inside him. It helps that Jon isn't going slow for very long. He holds Brendon's hips and starts thrusting, his cock pushing into the tight heat of Brendon's ass.
"Fucking fuck," Brendon moans, grabbing Spencer's cock with one hand and taking him back into his mouth, swallowing around him. Spencer threads his fingers in Brendon's dark hair, tugs a little each time Jon pushes Brendon's mouth further onto Spencer's cock with his thrusts.
"You're so fucking tight," Jon groans, reaching down underneath Brendon to jerk him off as he fucks him. He isn't surprised to find Brendon hard and Jon quickly works his fist over Brendon's cock, smiles when he hears Brendon moaning around Spencer.
"You're close, aren't you?" Spencer asks and Brendon just moans again. Spencer tugs harder at Brendon's hair and Brendon moans obscenely around Spencer's cock and comes over Jon's fist. Jon strokes Brendon until he's finished and then grabs his hips with both hands as he fucks into Brendon hard. Brendon breathes heavily through his nose and swallows as Spencer comes down his throat, grunting Brendon's name. Jon watches Spencer come undone and finally lets go, lets his orgasm wash over him as he spills inside Brendon.
Brendon shudders and rests his head on Spencer's thigh, lets Spencer pet and smooth his hair down. Jon leans down and kisses Brendon's shoulder, pulling out slowly.
"Are you almost done fucking?" Ryan calls out from the other side of the door and Brendon laughs, rolling onto the floor and reaching for the box of tissues.
"Almost," Jon calls back, leaning forward and kissing Spencer slowly. They have a few minutes to spare and clean up and get dressed. Ryan rolls his eyes when Brendon walks out a little slowly, ass sore, but Brendon just smiles widely.
-
Brendon manages to set zero guitars on fire during the show. He does, however, get the world's biggest hard-on from the looks Jon and Spencer keep giving him.
As he walks off-stage, flushed and sweaty, he leans against Jon. "I think I'm going to need more sex to keep me from setting the bus on fire."
Spencer laughs and Jon smacks Brendon's ass playfully, smiles when Brendon yelps.
"You're ridiculous," Ryan mumbles, and Brendon throws an arm up around Ryan's shoulders. "Didn't I say? It has to be the whole band this time. Ready to fuck my ass, Ross?"
Ryan stares at Brendon and Brendon kisses his cheek wetly. "It's for the good of the bus, come on."
They head into the dressing room and it isn't until Brendon's wiggling out of his jeans that Ryan swallows, says, "Okay. If it's for the good of the bus."
Brendon pumps his fist up in the air and Jon smacks Brendon's ass again.
Author: heavyhart
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jon/Brendon/Spencer with implied GSF at the end.
Summary: "Brendon becomes a pyrokinetic (aka firestarter!) and the only way to keep it in check during performances is pre-show sex!"
Notes: 1,853 words. Written for anon_lovefest.
Brendon turns 21 and he sets his hotel bed on fire.
It's not on purpose. Ryan thinks it is, that Brendon was smoking up and caught the sheets on fire. But Brendon had only been drinking, had been thinking about--well, actually, thinking about being in bed with Jon--and fuck, the sheets start hissing angrily, flames licking up the charred bedframe again.
"You can sleep with me," Jon offers, and Brendon squeezes his eyes shut while a pillow on Jon's bed combusts.
"Uh."
Brendon opens his eyes slowly. "That's. I don't mean to keep doing that."
"Brendon, set the lamp on fire," Jon says slowly.
Brendon stares at the lamp, pictures it in flames. The thing starts to burn and Jon yelps, jumps back. "Fuck, stop. Stop!"
Wincing, Brendon looks at Jon. "Sorry."
"Okay, this could be a problem."
-
And it is a problem. At first. It takes Brendon about two days to get fully in control of his pyrokinesis (and even then, Ryan's convinced Brendon's still lighting candles and leaves with his brain behind Ryan's back (Brendon is)). Spencer's afraid of touching him, afraid that being close to Brendon will get him set on fire, but Jon can't resist Brendon's pout and they make out for fifteen minutes without incident. In fact, when Jon's jerking Brendon off he tells Brendon to burn a piece of paper and Brendon thinks about it, or at least tries to, but the pleasure tugging and building in his stomach is too much of a distraction and Brendon can't even get the paper to smolder a little bit.
"The fuck?" Brendon breathes, still trying to set the paper on fire half an hour after his orgasm. Jon laughs, wraps his arms around Brendon.
"Looks like we figured out your kryptonite."
"Shut up."
-
Brendon's guitar accidentally goes up in flames twice in one week. They can excuse it for rock star behavior to the fans but the tech guys are pissed.
"Brendon," Ryan growls, staring at the charred remains of Brendon's fender.
"I'm sorry! I get excited, and just--"
"But there has to be some way to not do that, at least not during the show! Brendon, can't you--"
"Hey," Spencer speaks up, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed, watching Ryan and Brendon argue. "Why don't you just fuck Jon before the show?"
"Spencer," Ryan and Brendon say at the same time, Ryan unamused and Brendon just embarrassed. Jon looks up from where he's curled up on the couch, smiles.
"What? You aren't able to burn shit after you come--everyone knows that, Brendon, don't give me that face--so why should it be different during the day? It's worth a try."
"Um, I don't think--"
"For fuck's sake, whatever you have to do." Ryan throws his arms up in the air and leaves. Brendon glances over at Jon, notices his smile, then gets up and leaves, face flushed.
-
Brendon takes a deep breath, rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet.
"Half an hour," Zack says. Ryan glances at his band mates, stands up.
"Right, well. Good luck, ah. Taking care of things."
Brendon stares at the door after Zack and Ryan leave, clueless, until Jon slides up behind him, wrapping his arms around Brendon's small waist. "You heard the man. Let's take care of things."
Brendon flushes, turns his face away, Spencer still sitting across from him. "We can't just--"
Jon's face is pressed into Brendon's neck, breath warm on Brendon's skin. "It's for the good of the show. Right, Spencer?"
Spencer gets up, walks over to Brendon. His eyes are dark and his face is serious and Brendon's breath catches in his throat.
"You're both going to--"
"Yup," Jon says happily, fingers working at Brendon's jeans. Spencer's already unbuttoning Brendon's shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. Brendon shivers a little but lets himself get undressed, naked when Jon pulls his jeans and underwear off of his legs. Spencer kisses Brendon on the mouth and a bag of chips on the table next to them goes up in flames, burning quickly and leaving a pile of ash in its place.
"Brendon."
"Right, right, getting it under control!" Brendon's voice cracks when Jon starts stroking his cock with calloused fingers, Spencer's beard tickling his skin as he kisses Brendon's jaw, down to his neck. Brendon doesn't let himself think about anything, just loses himself in the touches, Jon's hands, Spencer's mouth. Spencer slides down to his knees and Brendon's eyes widen.
"Spencer," Brendon breathes, one hand on Spencer's shoulder as Spencer leans forward. Jon's still holding Brendon's cock and he hooks his chin over Brendon's shoulder, helps hold Brendon's cock out so Spencer can hold onto Brendon's hips and open his mouth, swallowing around Brendon.
Brendon groans, tilts his head back as Spencer sucks, mouth hot and wet and perfect. Spencer pulls off for a moment and does this thing with his tongue over the head of Brendon's cock and Brendon kind of wants to die.
"Fuck, Spencer, Spencer," Brendon gasps, leaning back into Jon. Jon strokes Brendon where Spencer's mouth doesn't reach and Brendon wants so badly just to push into Spencer's mouth but Spencer's still holding his hips, keeping him from thrusting forward.
"His mouth feels amazing, doesn't it?" Jon breathes into Brendon's ear and Brendon just whines, leans back harder into Jon. The hand not holding Brendon's cock moves down to Brendon's ass, fingers slipping between the cheeks and pressing teasingly at Brendon's hole. Brendon makes a small whimpering noise, pushing back against Jon's fingers. Spencer takes Brendon all the way down his throat the same time Jon pushes a finger in and Brendon groans, rocks his hips as much as he can with Spencer still holding onto him. Jon fucking him with his finger helps push Brendon deeper into Spencer's mouth, cock brushing the back of his open throat, and with a strangled cry of Spencer's name Brendon comes, mouth open and eyes squeezed shut.
Spencer pulls back some but swallows, and as Brendon comes down from his orgasm Jon's finger is almost too much stimulation.
"Jon, Jon," Brendon gasps and Jon pulls his finger out, kisses Brendon's mouth hungrily. Brendon kisses back just as hard, tugging at Spencer's hair to get him to stand up. As soon as Spencer's on his feet Brendon surges forward and kisses him, licking into his mouth and not caring much that Spencer tastes like his come.
Brendon hears rustling behind him and hopes that Jon's getting naked. He slides his hands down to Spencer's pants, works on getting them open. Spencer pulls his own shirt off, steps out of his pants and goes back to fitting their mouths together, kissing Brendon wetly. Brendon makes a happy noise and reaches down to stroke Spencer's cock slowly.
When Jon comes up behind Brendon and kisses his neck Brendon can feel his erection, is glad he was right about the naked thing.
"I'm going to fuck you," Jon says in a low voice, and Brendon can't help it when he shivers. "I'm going to fuck you and you're going to suck Spencer off. Does that sound good?"
"Yes," Brendon gasps out, kisses Spencer once more before getting down on his hands and knees, pushing Spencer down towards the couch. Spencer falls back onto it and moves to the edge, spreading his legs wide so Brendon can fit between them. He groans and buries a hand in Brendon's hair when Brendon starts sucking. Jon gets down on his knees and is behind Brendon again except this time when he rubs his fingers over Brendon's hole they're wet. Brendon keens, spreads his own legs and pushes his ass back. Jon slides two fingers in at once and works quickly at stretching Brendon open, aware they only have about 15 minutes left.
Brendon's wet lips pull off Spencer a few seconds later long enough to say, "fuck, I'm good, just fuck me," and Jon snorts, gives Brendon's ass a quick slap. Brendon goes back to sucking around Spencer and Jon lubes up his own cock, lines it up with Brendon and pushes inside slowly. Brendon has to pull off Spencer again and breathe hotly against his thigh, waiting for his body to adjust to the stretch of Jon inside him. It helps that Jon isn't going slow for very long. He holds Brendon's hips and starts thrusting, his cock pushing into the tight heat of Brendon's ass.
"Fucking fuck," Brendon moans, grabbing Spencer's cock with one hand and taking him back into his mouth, swallowing around him. Spencer threads his fingers in Brendon's dark hair, tugs a little each time Jon pushes Brendon's mouth further onto Spencer's cock with his thrusts.
"You're so fucking tight," Jon groans, reaching down underneath Brendon to jerk him off as he fucks him. He isn't surprised to find Brendon hard and Jon quickly works his fist over Brendon's cock, smiles when he hears Brendon moaning around Spencer.
"You're close, aren't you?" Spencer asks and Brendon just moans again. Spencer tugs harder at Brendon's hair and Brendon moans obscenely around Spencer's cock and comes over Jon's fist. Jon strokes Brendon until he's finished and then grabs his hips with both hands as he fucks into Brendon hard. Brendon breathes heavily through his nose and swallows as Spencer comes down his throat, grunting Brendon's name. Jon watches Spencer come undone and finally lets go, lets his orgasm wash over him as he spills inside Brendon.
Brendon shudders and rests his head on Spencer's thigh, lets Spencer pet and smooth his hair down. Jon leans down and kisses Brendon's shoulder, pulling out slowly.
"Are you almost done fucking?" Ryan calls out from the other side of the door and Brendon laughs, rolling onto the floor and reaching for the box of tissues.
"Almost," Jon calls back, leaning forward and kissing Spencer slowly. They have a few minutes to spare and clean up and get dressed. Ryan rolls his eyes when Brendon walks out a little slowly, ass sore, but Brendon just smiles widely.
-
Brendon manages to set zero guitars on fire during the show. He does, however, get the world's biggest hard-on from the looks Jon and Spencer keep giving him.
As he walks off-stage, flushed and sweaty, he leans against Jon. "I think I'm going to need more sex to keep me from setting the bus on fire."
Spencer laughs and Jon smacks Brendon's ass playfully, smiles when Brendon yelps.
"You're ridiculous," Ryan mumbles, and Brendon throws an arm up around Ryan's shoulders. "Didn't I say? It has to be the whole band this time. Ready to fuck my ass, Ross?"
Ryan stares at Brendon and Brendon kisses his cheek wetly. "It's for the good of the bus, come on."
They head into the dressing room and it isn't until Brendon's wiggling out of his jeans that Ryan swallows, says, "Okay. If it's for the good of the bus."
Brendon pumps his fist up in the air and Jon smacks Brendon's ass again.