brendon/spencer
have i gone to the dark side? hm. panic! at the disco fic-comment (originally posted here), brendon/spencer, inexplicable sex-change fic for porn-purposes only, therefore PORN-READING AUDIENCES ONLY. word. 418 words.
"have you even ever done this before?" spencer asks, suspicious, pushing brendon back with a hand on brendon's forehead, forcing brendon to look up at him instead of at his beautiful new bodyparts, all pale thighs and dark, soft hair, and god, spencer smells delicious. it's only mildly satisfying that spencer's voice is a shade darker, lower; brendon was pleasantly surprised to discover that spencer-with-sudden-girl-parts spoke in almost the exact same pitch as original-flavor-spencer.
"dude, i blow you all the time," brendon says. seriously, he wants to be exploring this new opportunity right now, no, really right now, why would spencer have a problem with that.
"brendon," and spencer's eyebrows are doing that thing that brendon uses as a warning alarm: bee-oop, bee-oop, distract spencer with sex before he hits you! he bends forward, and spencer must not have been trying all that hard to keep brendon away, his hands pushing easily to rest on the back of brendon's head, and yeah, okay, brendon hasn't done this before--he'd never gotten quite that far with jac, somehow--but he's always been an oral learner, he thinks, and there isn't a single part of spencer that brendon wouldn't be happy to slick his face against.
"god, seriously," brendon says between exploratory licks, maneuvering to get his hand into the action, "you have to be a girl more often, this is awesome."
"shut up, brendon," spencer says, but his thighs are shuddering on either side of brendon's shoulders, and brendon counts it as a win when, with his tongue and hand working together (he's a singer-pianist! he's great at coordination! he must remember to tell spencer this later), he can feel spencer's whole body pulsing, suddenly, tensing and hot, and spencer moaning in sharp little gasps--
brendon pulls back to look at spencer's face, and it's the same face he always makes except somehow different, eyes screwed shut and--like it's something he's never experienced before--which, duh, he hasn't. god, spencer is so hot, brendon cannot believe it.
"spencer," brendon says, whispering unintentionally, fingers still slick inside of him, "can i fuck you. please, oh, please, can i fuck you."
spencer throws an arm over his eyes. "yes, just. gimme a second. just--just a second."
brendon pulls his hand out slowly, rubs it wetly across spencer's belly, soft and still trembling, and scoots up along his body to kiss his jaw. "dude, now? can i? now?"
"shut up, brendon." but spencer kisses him, spreads his legs, and god, how is this brendon's life? god, thank you, i totally believe in you again.
"have you even ever done this before?" spencer asks, suspicious, pushing brendon back with a hand on brendon's forehead, forcing brendon to look up at him instead of at his beautiful new bodyparts, all pale thighs and dark, soft hair, and god, spencer smells delicious. it's only mildly satisfying that spencer's voice is a shade darker, lower; brendon was pleasantly surprised to discover that spencer-with-sudden-girl-parts spoke in almost the exact same pitch as original-flavor-spencer.
"dude, i blow you all the time," brendon says. seriously, he wants to be exploring this new opportunity right now, no, really right now, why would spencer have a problem with that.
"brendon," and spencer's eyebrows are doing that thing that brendon uses as a warning alarm: bee-oop, bee-oop, distract spencer with sex before he hits you! he bends forward, and spencer must not have been trying all that hard to keep brendon away, his hands pushing easily to rest on the back of brendon's head, and yeah, okay, brendon hasn't done this before--he'd never gotten quite that far with jac, somehow--but he's always been an oral learner, he thinks, and there isn't a single part of spencer that brendon wouldn't be happy to slick his face against.
"god, seriously," brendon says between exploratory licks, maneuvering to get his hand into the action, "you have to be a girl more often, this is awesome."
"shut up, brendon," spencer says, but his thighs are shuddering on either side of brendon's shoulders, and brendon counts it as a win when, with his tongue and hand working together (he's a singer-pianist! he's great at coordination! he must remember to tell spencer this later), he can feel spencer's whole body pulsing, suddenly, tensing and hot, and spencer moaning in sharp little gasps--
brendon pulls back to look at spencer's face, and it's the same face he always makes except somehow different, eyes screwed shut and--like it's something he's never experienced before--which, duh, he hasn't. god, spencer is so hot, brendon cannot believe it.
"spencer," brendon says, whispering unintentionally, fingers still slick inside of him, "can i fuck you. please, oh, please, can i fuck you."
spencer throws an arm over his eyes. "yes, just. gimme a second. just--just a second."
brendon pulls his hand out slowly, rubs it wetly across spencer's belly, soft and still trembling, and scoots up along his body to kiss his jaw. "dude, now? can i? now?"
"shut up, brendon." but spencer kisses him, spreads his legs, and god, how is this brendon's life? god, thank you, i totally believe in you again.