Slow Down
Title: slow down
Author: heavyhart
Rating: NC-17 (warning: consensual sleep sex)
Pairing: Spencer/Brendon
Summary: Brendon's tired and he isn't asking for a lot.
Notes: 1,775 words. Written for kink_bingo prompt: free space. /o\
ty to boweryd for the beta ♥
"You're going to pass out in about ten minutes," Spencer says, holding Brendon's arm while Brendon toes his shoes off, shutting the front door and slumping against Spencer while they make their way to the bedroom. They ate dinner at Shane and Regan's to celebrate their move, and ended up playing Seinfeld monopoly until Brendon was about to fall asleep on the game board, exhausted from helping move furniture all day. Spencer's surprised Brendon even managed to stay awake for the drive back home.
"Fuck that. Fuck that, it's our first night alone here. Momentous motherfucking occasion."
Spencer squeezes Brendon's arm. "You can barely stand up. We can have celebratory sex in the morning, dude, c'mon."
Brendon laughs shortly, undressing in front of the bed. "Spencer, Spence, please?" Brendon hops out of his underwear and leans forward so his face is pressed into Spencer's shoulder, and it should be ridiculous, Brendon's so tired and he keeps yawning and his shoulders are pink from the sun, but Spencer can feel that Brendon's hard where his cock presses into Spencer's thigh. He swallows and squeezes Brendon's arm again, opens his mouth to say, "We can--"
"I'm still ready from before," Brendon interrupts without looking up, and Spencer feels the heat already pooling low in his stomach, remembering the 20 minutes they had spent in the bathroom earlier that day, fast and rough with Brendon holding onto the sink while they both watched Brendon's face in the mirror.
Brendon's cock is sliding against Spencer's thigh, which probably isn't even a conscious movement on his part, but it still makes his voice a little rough, stuttering when he says, "I'm still - I'm still wet. From--"
"Okay, okay. Fuck. Go lie down."
Brendon laughs again and crawls onto the bed as Spencer finishes undressing, moving onto the bed himself and spooning up behind Brendon where he's lying on his side. Brendon would look like he's about to go to sleep if he didn't have his legs spread slightly for Spencer, his cock flushed and hard between his legs. He looks so good like this, always does, reminding Spencer how lucky he is.
Once Spencer's settled behind him he slides his hand from Brendon's hip down the curve of his ass, spreading him open and rubbing lightly over his rim, feeling Brendon jerk forward slightly at the touch. And fuck, Brendon is still a little wet from before, just like he said. Spencer presses his fingertip inside, feeling Brendon's body give easily, and he leans up to kiss the back of Brendon's neck, fingering him open slowly until he has to reach for the lube. Spencer eventually adds two fingers and presses closer to Brendon's back, desperate to feel his skin everywhere. Spencer doesn't have to worry about getting hard - rubbing his fingers inside Brendon like this and listening to Brendon's breath hitch is enough, always more than enough.
"This still okay? Are you sore?" Spencer asks, and he's breathing faster already, his voice a little rough like it gets during sex.
"No, this is--this is good." Brendon spreads his legs wider and Spencer trails wet kisses down to Brendon's shoulder, working three fingers in slowly, careful just in case Brendon's sore anyway. Brendon's so relaxed around Spencer's fingers that it doesn't take much until he's whining, asking for Spencer's cock, and Spencer doesn't waste any time lining up and pushing inside, pressing in slow until he bottoms out, hips flush against Brendon's ass, holding Brendon tight in front of him.
"Fuck, that feels good," Brendon moans appreciatively, his own voice raspy too, and Spencer starts to work his hips forward in slow circles, just barely shifting his cock inside Brendon at first, staying deep.
"Yeah?" Spencer trails kisses down to the back of Brendon's shoulder, holding him closer, trying to press in as deep as he can so his cock doesn't slip out. Brendon feels amazing like this, fuck, tight and warm and just barely moving back with Spencer's slow thrusts.
Spencer doesn't mind doing most of the work. Brendon was about to pass out before so it makes sense that he's not pushing back eagerly like he usually would be, that he isn't babbling on about how awesome Spencer's cock feels (Spencer's ego will live). Brendon yawns again (or at least Spencer hopes his ego will live) and it's actually kind of hot, the way it makes his muscles tense up around Spencer's cock for a moment, but Spencer's starting to get the feeling that Brendon isn't just a little tired.
"You're totally falling asleep on me," Spencer says, pressing closer to Brendon's back where he's spooned up behind him, their skin sweaty and warm.
When Brendon speaks up, his voice is low and rough and he slurs a little on the words. "Am not, your dick is in my ass. Don't stop, Spence." Brendon squirms back against Spencer and Spencer pulls him even closer, a hand flat over the soft skin of his stomach while Brendon works back onto Spencer's cock a few times before slumping forward again, breathing loud and steady as Spencer keeps up the pace, fucking Brendon slowly. He hasn't touched Brendon's cock yet, but for as hard as he is, Brendon doesn't seem too eager to get off, not as his breathing slows and he stops squirming, just making quiet, short noises each time Spencer thrusts forward.
"Brendon, I can't--" Spencer doesn't want to but he finally pulls back anyway, his cock slipping out, and Brendon groans into the pillow.
"Spence, what?"
"I'm not fucking you while you're asleep. That's - jesus, Brendon, I'll just jerk you off and we can--"
"No, no, Spence. Just." Brendon huffs, rolling over on the bed, his eyes just barely squinting down at Spencer, like they're too heavy to open the rest of the way. "Lay back, lay back, c'mon," Brendon whispers, grabbing at Spencer's shoulders to steady himself as he straddles Spencer's thighs, reaching back to grab his cock. Spencer's hips jerk up at the touch but he keeps his eyes fixed on Brendon as Brendon rubs the head of Spencer's cock back and forth over his hole, finding the right angle and spreading his legs so he can sink down slowly.
Spencer holds Brendon's thighs, fingers gripping tightly while Brendon takes him as deep as he can, shooting Spencer a grin right before his eyes flutter shut again when Spencer's pressed all the way inside. Spencer knows that Brendon is still fighting to stay awake and it's so much hotter than it should be, the way he just barely rocks down into Spencer's lap, shifting his hips slowly and groaning softly when Spencer's cock presses deep inside.
"You're sure this is okay?" Spencer asks in a quiet voice and Brendon nods, leaning forward slowly until he's lying on top of Spencer, his cock hard and trapped between their bellies and his face tucked into Spencer's neck.
"See. Totally awake," Brendon says softly next to Spencer's ear, moving down Spencer's body and settling in until his mouth is open hot over Spencer's collarbone. Brendon makes a little happy noise against Spencer's skin after he's done wiggling, and then presses his hips down so Spencer's cock doesn't slip out.
"You really aren't." Spencer isn't actually complaining, though. Brendon feels good like this, relaxed and just barely rocking down over Spencer whenever he remembers to, huffing out small noises against Spencer's skin that aren't quite moans or whines, just soft puffs of breath. Spencer's warm palm skims down the smooth line of Brendon's back, holding him there and petting his skin like that, feeling the way Brendon's back moves slow and steady with his breathing. It's comforting in a way sex usually isn't - all the pleasure and none of the urgency.
Spencer opens his mouth to say as much to Brendon, but Brendon's eyes are closed, dark eyelashes fanning out over his freckled cheeks, and he's barely moving on top of Spencer.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," Spencer mumbles, reaching between their bodies to tighten his fist around Brendon's cock. Brendon startles a little, sucking in a quick breath, but he keeps his eyes shut even as Spencer starts to jerk him off, lifting his hips up in short thrusts to fuck Brendon.
It takes a few seconds for Spencer to realize that Brendon's making noises again, his mouth open over Spencer's collarbone, shifting with Spencer's thrusts and the tight drag of his hand over Brendon's cock. Brendon slips between whines and unintelligible mumbles as he drifts in and out of sleep, tensing up around Spencer's cock as well, squeezing without realizing how close it brings Spencer to coming.
"Brendon, fuck," Spencer groans, fingers pressing down with the hand not jerking Brendon off, digging hard into the curve of Brendon's ass. It must be the sting of Spencer's fingers that does it, pushes Brendon over the edge, because a second later Brendon's moaning low in his throat, mouth still open on Spencer's chest, coming over Spencer's hand and his stomach. Spencer's so preoccupied with holding off his own orgasm that he doesn't realize Brendon's coming until his hand is wetter than before, until Brendon's teeth are scraping over Spencer's skin, biting down lightly while Spencer thrusts up hard and deep, coming inside of Brendon.
Spencer slumps back into the bed, Brendon heavy and warm on his chest, and as he tries to pull out Brendon mumbles softly into Spencer's skin, his voice slurred, "No, hey, stay? Please?"
"Yeah, of course," Spencer whispers back, and he wipes his hand off over his stomach, not worried about the mess since it's already smeared with come. He slides his open palm down Brendon's back, petting over the slick skin and leaning up just far enough to kiss Brendon's forehead, where his bangs are damp and stuck to the side of his face.
Brendon snuffles, tucking his face back into Spencer's neck, and Spencer waits as long as it takes Brendon to fall back asleep, for his breathing to even out. When Brendon's asleep, exhausted and sticky as can be, it's easier to roll him over onto his back and get up to grab a towel, cleaning them both up. Brendon doesn't wake up and Spencer's thinking about how utterly exhausted he must have been when he leans down to kiss Brendon softly on the forehead, sliding in bed behind him and throwing an arm over Brendon's side, spooning up with him. Brendon shifts back slightly in Spencer's arms, flush against his body, and Spencer goes to sleep with his chin tucked just over Brendon's head.
Author: heavyhart
Rating: NC-17 (warning: consensual sleep sex)
Pairing: Spencer/Brendon
Summary: Brendon's tired and he isn't asking for a lot.
Notes: 1,775 words. Written for kink_bingo prompt: free space. /o\
ty to boweryd for the beta ♥
"You're going to pass out in about ten minutes," Spencer says, holding Brendon's arm while Brendon toes his shoes off, shutting the front door and slumping against Spencer while they make their way to the bedroom. They ate dinner at Shane and Regan's to celebrate their move, and ended up playing Seinfeld monopoly until Brendon was about to fall asleep on the game board, exhausted from helping move furniture all day. Spencer's surprised Brendon even managed to stay awake for the drive back home.
"Fuck that. Fuck that, it's our first night alone here. Momentous motherfucking occasion."
Spencer squeezes Brendon's arm. "You can barely stand up. We can have celebratory sex in the morning, dude, c'mon."
Brendon laughs shortly, undressing in front of the bed. "Spencer, Spence, please?" Brendon hops out of his underwear and leans forward so his face is pressed into Spencer's shoulder, and it should be ridiculous, Brendon's so tired and he keeps yawning and his shoulders are pink from the sun, but Spencer can feel that Brendon's hard where his cock presses into Spencer's thigh. He swallows and squeezes Brendon's arm again, opens his mouth to say, "We can--"
"I'm still ready from before," Brendon interrupts without looking up, and Spencer feels the heat already pooling low in his stomach, remembering the 20 minutes they had spent in the bathroom earlier that day, fast and rough with Brendon holding onto the sink while they both watched Brendon's face in the mirror.
Brendon's cock is sliding against Spencer's thigh, which probably isn't even a conscious movement on his part, but it still makes his voice a little rough, stuttering when he says, "I'm still - I'm still wet. From--"
"Okay, okay. Fuck. Go lie down."
Brendon laughs again and crawls onto the bed as Spencer finishes undressing, moving onto the bed himself and spooning up behind Brendon where he's lying on his side. Brendon would look like he's about to go to sleep if he didn't have his legs spread slightly for Spencer, his cock flushed and hard between his legs. He looks so good like this, always does, reminding Spencer how lucky he is.
Once Spencer's settled behind him he slides his hand from Brendon's hip down the curve of his ass, spreading him open and rubbing lightly over his rim, feeling Brendon jerk forward slightly at the touch. And fuck, Brendon is still a little wet from before, just like he said. Spencer presses his fingertip inside, feeling Brendon's body give easily, and he leans up to kiss the back of Brendon's neck, fingering him open slowly until he has to reach for the lube. Spencer eventually adds two fingers and presses closer to Brendon's back, desperate to feel his skin everywhere. Spencer doesn't have to worry about getting hard - rubbing his fingers inside Brendon like this and listening to Brendon's breath hitch is enough, always more than enough.
"This still okay? Are you sore?" Spencer asks, and he's breathing faster already, his voice a little rough like it gets during sex.
"No, this is--this is good." Brendon spreads his legs wider and Spencer trails wet kisses down to Brendon's shoulder, working three fingers in slowly, careful just in case Brendon's sore anyway. Brendon's so relaxed around Spencer's fingers that it doesn't take much until he's whining, asking for Spencer's cock, and Spencer doesn't waste any time lining up and pushing inside, pressing in slow until he bottoms out, hips flush against Brendon's ass, holding Brendon tight in front of him.
"Fuck, that feels good," Brendon moans appreciatively, his own voice raspy too, and Spencer starts to work his hips forward in slow circles, just barely shifting his cock inside Brendon at first, staying deep.
"Yeah?" Spencer trails kisses down to the back of Brendon's shoulder, holding him closer, trying to press in as deep as he can so his cock doesn't slip out. Brendon feels amazing like this, fuck, tight and warm and just barely moving back with Spencer's slow thrusts.
Spencer doesn't mind doing most of the work. Brendon was about to pass out before so it makes sense that he's not pushing back eagerly like he usually would be, that he isn't babbling on about how awesome Spencer's cock feels (Spencer's ego will live). Brendon yawns again (or at least Spencer hopes his ego will live) and it's actually kind of hot, the way it makes his muscles tense up around Spencer's cock for a moment, but Spencer's starting to get the feeling that Brendon isn't just a little tired.
"You're totally falling asleep on me," Spencer says, pressing closer to Brendon's back where he's spooned up behind him, their skin sweaty and warm.
When Brendon speaks up, his voice is low and rough and he slurs a little on the words. "Am not, your dick is in my ass. Don't stop, Spence." Brendon squirms back against Spencer and Spencer pulls him even closer, a hand flat over the soft skin of his stomach while Brendon works back onto Spencer's cock a few times before slumping forward again, breathing loud and steady as Spencer keeps up the pace, fucking Brendon slowly. He hasn't touched Brendon's cock yet, but for as hard as he is, Brendon doesn't seem too eager to get off, not as his breathing slows and he stops squirming, just making quiet, short noises each time Spencer thrusts forward.
"Brendon, I can't--" Spencer doesn't want to but he finally pulls back anyway, his cock slipping out, and Brendon groans into the pillow.
"Spence, what?"
"I'm not fucking you while you're asleep. That's - jesus, Brendon, I'll just jerk you off and we can--"
"No, no, Spence. Just." Brendon huffs, rolling over on the bed, his eyes just barely squinting down at Spencer, like they're too heavy to open the rest of the way. "Lay back, lay back, c'mon," Brendon whispers, grabbing at Spencer's shoulders to steady himself as he straddles Spencer's thighs, reaching back to grab his cock. Spencer's hips jerk up at the touch but he keeps his eyes fixed on Brendon as Brendon rubs the head of Spencer's cock back and forth over his hole, finding the right angle and spreading his legs so he can sink down slowly.
Spencer holds Brendon's thighs, fingers gripping tightly while Brendon takes him as deep as he can, shooting Spencer a grin right before his eyes flutter shut again when Spencer's pressed all the way inside. Spencer knows that Brendon is still fighting to stay awake and it's so much hotter than it should be, the way he just barely rocks down into Spencer's lap, shifting his hips slowly and groaning softly when Spencer's cock presses deep inside.
"You're sure this is okay?" Spencer asks in a quiet voice and Brendon nods, leaning forward slowly until he's lying on top of Spencer, his cock hard and trapped between their bellies and his face tucked into Spencer's neck.
"See. Totally awake," Brendon says softly next to Spencer's ear, moving down Spencer's body and settling in until his mouth is open hot over Spencer's collarbone. Brendon makes a little happy noise against Spencer's skin after he's done wiggling, and then presses his hips down so Spencer's cock doesn't slip out.
"You really aren't." Spencer isn't actually complaining, though. Brendon feels good like this, relaxed and just barely rocking down over Spencer whenever he remembers to, huffing out small noises against Spencer's skin that aren't quite moans or whines, just soft puffs of breath. Spencer's warm palm skims down the smooth line of Brendon's back, holding him there and petting his skin like that, feeling the way Brendon's back moves slow and steady with his breathing. It's comforting in a way sex usually isn't - all the pleasure and none of the urgency.
Spencer opens his mouth to say as much to Brendon, but Brendon's eyes are closed, dark eyelashes fanning out over his freckled cheeks, and he's barely moving on top of Spencer.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," Spencer mumbles, reaching between their bodies to tighten his fist around Brendon's cock. Brendon startles a little, sucking in a quick breath, but he keeps his eyes shut even as Spencer starts to jerk him off, lifting his hips up in short thrusts to fuck Brendon.
It takes a few seconds for Spencer to realize that Brendon's making noises again, his mouth open over Spencer's collarbone, shifting with Spencer's thrusts and the tight drag of his hand over Brendon's cock. Brendon slips between whines and unintelligible mumbles as he drifts in and out of sleep, tensing up around Spencer's cock as well, squeezing without realizing how close it brings Spencer to coming.
"Brendon, fuck," Spencer groans, fingers pressing down with the hand not jerking Brendon off, digging hard into the curve of Brendon's ass. It must be the sting of Spencer's fingers that does it, pushes Brendon over the edge, because a second later Brendon's moaning low in his throat, mouth still open on Spencer's chest, coming over Spencer's hand and his stomach. Spencer's so preoccupied with holding off his own orgasm that he doesn't realize Brendon's coming until his hand is wetter than before, until Brendon's teeth are scraping over Spencer's skin, biting down lightly while Spencer thrusts up hard and deep, coming inside of Brendon.
Spencer slumps back into the bed, Brendon heavy and warm on his chest, and as he tries to pull out Brendon mumbles softly into Spencer's skin, his voice slurred, "No, hey, stay? Please?"
"Yeah, of course," Spencer whispers back, and he wipes his hand off over his stomach, not worried about the mess since it's already smeared with come. He slides his open palm down Brendon's back, petting over the slick skin and leaning up just far enough to kiss Brendon's forehead, where his bangs are damp and stuck to the side of his face.
Brendon snuffles, tucking his face back into Spencer's neck, and Spencer waits as long as it takes Brendon to fall back asleep, for his breathing to even out. When Brendon's asleep, exhausted and sticky as can be, it's easier to roll him over onto his back and get up to grab a towel, cleaning them both up. Brendon doesn't wake up and Spencer's thinking about how utterly exhausted he must have been when he leans down to kiss Brendon softly on the forehead, sliding in bed behind him and throwing an arm over Brendon's side, spooning up with him. Brendon shifts back slightly in Spencer's arms, flush against his body, and Spencer goes to sleep with his chin tucked just over Brendon's head.