After The Summer's Gone (2)
Title: After The Summer’s Gone (2/? probably 3)
Author:
kc_love131
Beta-d by:
agelessdaughter (thank you!!)
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
Rating: NC-17
POV: 3rd (Spencer-centric)
Warnings: graphic sex… although that’s more of an enticement than a warning, really ;-)
Disclaimer: no. just… no. I wish… but still, no =P
Summary: As far as summer flings go, this was something else. Because summer flings, they’re meant to be easy, simple. But this… this was turning into something more… and Spencer could hardly bear to think of when it would end, when the leaves would fall and they would pack up and go their separate ways.
The memories will remain... (1)
As far as summer flings go (which, admittedly, Spencer didn’t have much experience with… and, well, Brendon just has no experience at all) this was something else alright. Because summer flings, they’re meant to be easy, simple. They start with a mutual liking and friendship, both parties willing to open up and accept this new person. They could be alike or totally different, didn’t really matter which… but there was still something that brought them together, kept them together for the summer. And he and Brendon… god, Brendon pissed him off to no end, to the point where he felt like he just couldn’t wait for the summer to be over to go back home. And that was the main thing, Spencer thought. That they were here, and together, and the only way or reason they wouldn’t be, was because at some stage they had to leave each other and go back home. And so it wasn’t easy and it certainly wasn’t simple, but it was something Spencer wanted to hold onto forever and never let go, even when Brendon was being his annoyingly over-eager self again.
And as the summer progressed and time went by, the thought of leaving Brendon and going home, leaving this irritating, disruptive boy behind him, made Spencer literally ache, and hold Brendon just a little bit tighter each night as they sat under the stars, listening to the waves crash heavily ashore and feeling the cool breeze sweep through them.
The first time they made love… and though it might sound silly, especially seeing as how until now they hadn’t yet said those words to each other, but Spencer had enough trouble working out exactly how he felt for Brendon, let alone trying to decipher Brendon’s feelings throughout the hyperactive display he put forward.
But that first time, there was no other description for it. It wasn’t fucking, Spencer heatedly told himself, no matter how many times that word may have passed their lips during the act… no, it was something else, something deeper. It was the first time for both of them. And if that wasn’t enough to convince Spencer this was more than just a silly, casual, summer fling, well… it didn’t really matter, because he was already sure of that.
But still, they went for the summer romance cliché, just like with everything else this summer, and as he had Brendon spread naked and writhing before him on a picnic blanket on the sand, under those same stars, Spencer honestly had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. He slowly slid in a second finger to join the first inside Brendon, and stilled, watching Brendon lose control.
“Please, Spencer, fuck… I can’t…I… ” Brendon whimpered.
“You can, baby… you can.” Spencer soothed, pushing harder and curling his fingers up as Brendon gasped his name and clenched harder around his fingers.
“Spence, please… you have to… I need… I can’t… nngghhhh” Brendon choked, pushing his hips harder against Spencer, as he once again brushed his fingers against Brendon’s prostate.
“Tell me what you want, Brendon.” Spencer commanded, slowly withdrawing his fingers and slamming them back in, a third now added.
Brendon howled, conscious thought and words leaving his body and he was flying high on the pleasure.
“Please, Spence, I…” Brendon started, forcing the words out through his lust-ridden mind, knowing that he wouldn’t get any more unless he said it, “I need YOU, Spence. Please, fuck… Spencer… oh fuck, fuck me… now, please!!”
“Well, since you asked so nicely…” Spencer smirked, withdrawing his fingers and rocking back on his heels to locate the condom stored in his wallet.
Brendon cried out, desperately thrusting his hips upwards into thin air until Spencer took him firmly by the hips, brushing his cock against Brendon’s hole, leaning down to place a light kiss against his forehead.
“This is… Bren, this is gonna hurt a bit, okay? You have to… you have to tell me to stop, if you need to, okay? Promise me”
Brendon whimpered and pressed his hips harder against Spencer’s, rubbing his leaking cock in between them, “Uhuh…”
“Brendon” Spencer’s voice was low, controlled as he stroked Brendon’s side with one hand, and used the other to pull Brendon’s chin down so he could look him in the eyes. “Brendon, baby… I… you’ve never done this before and it will hurt and I won’t know unless you tell me, and just… promise me, okay. I will stop if you need me to, you just have to tell me. Trust me.” And then he leant down to kiss Brendon deeply.
“Spencer, please… I promise, I trust you, I just… ugh…” he panted, arching his back, “Fuck, I love you, Spencer, please, just…”
At this, they both froze; eyes wide and locked together. Brendon turned his head and whimperedbefore Spencer again grabbed his jaw, kissing him harshly and reaching down to wrap Brendon’s legs tightly around his waist.
And then, with one smooth stroke, Spencer was halfway in. Brendon arched his back and cried out, muscles contracting as they tried to force the intrusion out.
“Come on, B…” Spencer whispered, “Let me in…” Spencer slowly pushed and then… Oh fuck, yes, that felt good… Spencer’s breathing was ragged as he pressed his face to Brendon throat, kissing and sucking lightly at the tender skin. His lips softly travelled the distance up Brendon’s neck, finally claiming Brendon’s lips again under his own. Brendon’s eyes, squeezed tightly shut, suddenly popped open and they found themselves drowning in a sea of brown and blue, of cool night air and crashing waves.
“Hi” Brendon whispered, lips brushing against Spencer’s.
“Hey,” he grinned back, “I love you too.”
And as Spencer pressed in harder and Brendon tossed his head back and moaned, exposing an expanse of creamy white skin, just begging for Spencer’s touch, Spencer thought again just how fucking cliché this all was. And, if he knew his romantic, first time clichés (and so maybe Spencer’s first hadn’t been so great, but that was no reason why Brendon should have to miss out) and how it all worked, if he angled his hips so his cock slid just a bit up, pushed in harder right there… and so he did, and was rewarded with a choked up version of his name, as Brendon’s thighs clung tightly to Spencer’s waist and he all but screamed, back arching and pushing his hips harder against Spencer.
Spencer kept up the long, steady thrusts, until the gripping heat around him, surrounding his aching cock, became too much and he just snapped. Brendon could take it. He could. And not only that, he wanted it. Brendon wanted to be the one to make Spencer lose it, wanted to feel Spencer’s balls slapping against his ass, wanted to hear the sound of their pants and heavy breathing, the rough slapping and slick slide of skin on skin mix with the ocean noises. Most of all though, he wanted Spencer to keep fucking him right fucking there and he wanted Spencer to do it HARDER, FUCK!!!!
Spencer grabbed a tight hold onto Brendon’s hips, moving him in time, the steady beat and the constant pressure burning into Brendon so heavily that he was practically sobbing. His desperation was clear to Spencer who reached a hand down between them and tightened his fist around Brendon’s leaking erection. No space to properly jerk him off, but no need when he just had to tighten his hold and keep moving in time, the strength and force behind his hips moving Brendon’s cock firmly through his fist and Brendon just had to cling tighter, locking his ankles and anchoring himself around Spencer, for fear that he might just take off and float away which, okay, had maybe always been a fantasy of his but this, right here, was SO much better even if, oh fuck, he was just about to fucking EXPLODE if he didn’t… and then Spencer… and… and… FUCKSHITFUCKFUCKFUCK.
What came from his mouth was more of a garbled mix of syllables and vows and maybe a bit of ‘Spencer… Spence…’ thrown in there. But Spencer had slammed in and wedged himself tightly, grinding and circling his hips against Brendon’s and he was GONE… so gone… Spencer’s hand was slipping around him and he could feel their stomachs sliding smoother against each other, the spurts of hot cum covering both their stomachs as Spencer fucked him through it and beyond. Brendon WAS sobbing now, because fuck, he had never… god, he had never cum that hard and he had never known that ANYTHING could be that good before… and then Spencer drove in once more and stayed, hips jerking softly as Brendon’s ass clenched tightly around him and he moaned. He dropped forward, completely spent, and rested his head on Brendon’s shoulder, whispering softly against his skin.
Brendon slowly unwound his ankles and gingerly unwrapped his thighs from their tight hold on Spencer’s waist, muscles aching as he moved them to lay flat against the ground, bringing Spencer’s body flush with his. Spencer made a half-hearted attempt to pull out, but Brendon instead wrapped his arms around Spencer, one arm stroking across the length of his back, the other ending up on the dip above Spencer’s ass, keeping him in place.
They stayed like that for a long time, both still coming down and catching their breaths, and marking this particular moment into their memories of the summer, the kind that would never end up in the photo album. But besides how potentially awkward and embarrassing that would be, it was okay. Because even if there was no physical future evidence of this, something to look back on in the years to come (although Brendon would be admiring his Spencer-shaped bruises for a few days), they both knew it would stay with them forever. This... this whole thing, was perfect. And they would never forget any of it. This was them, just them, and no one else needed to see or know about it to know how real this was.
Although it had been pushed to the back of their minds, they both knew that this summer wouldn’t last. Soon the leaves would fall, and the days would grow as chilly as the cool breeze sweeping across them now. They would be home again, going about their everyday lives, with the other reduced to no more than ‘oh yeah, this guy I met near where we stayed…’ when speaking with friends. And it sucked, it really did… but they didn’t, and couldn’t expect anymore, because they knew from the start that this was just for the summer, for not quite three months.