untitled blowjobarific threesome - brendon/spencer/dallon - nc-17 - 1,800+ words
"Look. I'm just saying, I might be really bad at this, is all," Dallon says nervously. "I've never, you know, sucked a dick. I tried to suck my own once, but that was in high school. Everyone tries that, right?" He's kind of babbling. "Right?"
"No," Spencer says with a smirk. "You were just a pervert, but don't worry about it. That's why you're starting small."
"Hey," Brendon says, reaching out to smack at Spencer's arm. "You're just jealous."
"Of your tiny penis?" Spencer asks.
"That I'm getting head from Dallon," Brendon says, smirking down at Dallon in a way that isn't actually reassuring.
"Oh, well, kinda," Spencer says, stretching out beside Brendon and kissing him lazily. "But I'm not jealous of your tiny penis."
"Oh just fuck off," Brendon says, squirming out of Spencer's grip and crawling awkwardly toward the end of the bed. "Hi," he says, straddling Dallon's lap easily. "Let's makeout."
"Yeah o--" Dallon manages before Brendon's pretty much attached to his lips. Brendon kisses deep, and fast, and he's squirmy, and it's kind of like regular making out on speed. Brendon's got his hand down Dallon's pants and his teeth in Dallon's neck before Dallon's even caught up to the whole making out thing, and when Brendon pulls away to bite at his lip and lick his hand, Dallon meets Spencer's eyes kind of helplessly over Brendon's shoulder.
"Yeah," Spencer says, his voice low and a little gruff. "It's an experience."
Dallon laughs breathlessly and then chokes on air when Brendon's hand finds it way back down his pants, wet and tight and twisting over the head of Dallon's cock kind of perfectly.
"I thought," Dallon gasps out, his hips jerking up into Brendon's hand, "I thought I was supposed to be going down on you."
"You are," Brendon says, "but this way you'll be more relaxed."
"What he means," Spencer says, "is that this way you won't be distracted with your own hard-on. He's a selfish little fucker."
"Shut up," Brendon says, rolling his eyes. "Just jerk off already and stop pretending like you don't want to watch."
Spencer doesn't answer, but Dallon can hear his belt buckle clang, and then he kind of stops listening because Brendon is pushing his jeans down and leaning down and sucking at the head of Dallon's cock, and, like, wow. Wow.
"Wow," Dallon says, his hands patting clumsily at Brendon's shoulders. "Wow, like, that's my dick. In your mouth."
Brendon makes an affirmative noise, and he makes it around Dallon's dick, and, like, yeah. Wow.
"Like this," Brendon says, pulling off with a wet noise and wrapping his hand around Dallon's dick. "Use your hand so you don't try to go too deep."
"Yeah," Dallon says, his hips twitching up. "Yeah, that'd be horrible."
"For you it would," Brendon says with a grin. "Start slow."
"Start small," Spencer adds, his voice deep and rough.
"No more talking," Brendon says, turning his head to stare at Spencer.
Spencer snorts, and Brendon leans back down, and then his mouth is back on Dallon's cock and his tongue is doing this really amazing thing under the head, and his hand is twisting, and Dallon is about to come.
"I am about to come," he says, his voice coming out strained but strangely calm.
Brendon laughs, and he does it around Dallon's dick, and that's it, Dallon's coming, and he's coming inside Brendon's mouth, and, like, when he woke up today he was hoping for tacos, at the most.
"Oh, wow, okay," Dallon gasps, his hands squeezing at Brendon's shoulders. Brendon's still sucking and it almost hurts in a really good way, and he doesn't pull off until Dallon whimpers kind of embarrassingly.
"Sorry," Brendon says, pulling back with a grin.
"No he's not," Spencer says, his voice strained. Dallon glances over and nearly bites through his own lip because, hey, there's Spencer's dick, hard and wet where it's pushing up into his hand, and seriously, Dallon has seen more cocks in the past month than, like, ever. He manages to tear his eyes away when Brendon squeezes at his thighs, and seriously, man, Brendon. His lips are really red and really wet and Dallon can't quite stop himself from reaching out and touching his fingertips to them. Brendon flicks his tongue out and licks over Dallon's fingers, and there's that embarrassing whimpering noise again.
"Maybe," Dallon says, clearing his throat when his voice cracks, "maybe I should suck your dick now?"
"Yeah," Brendon says, pressing forward and kissing Dallon roughly. "Yeah, that is an awesome fucking idea."
"Come here," Spencer says from behind them as he shucks off his jeans and motions Brendon forward. "If you choke Dallon with your dick he'll never fool around with us again, and you know how you get."
"I don't get," Brendon huffs, but he doesn't argue any further, just turns around and shuffles up the bed. "You gonna take care of that first?" he asks, nodding at Spencer's cock.
"Nah, it's more fun this way," Spencer says with a grin, grabbing at Brendon's waist and hauling him forward until Brendon's settled between Spencer's spread legs. "Dallon," Spencer says, "I'll unzip, you pull."
"Gotcha," Dallon says yanking at the feet of Brendon's jeans while Spencer pushes them down his hips.
"Seriously," Spencer says, "you had to wear these tight fucking jeans when you knew you were getting laid?"
"People appreciate things more when they have to work for them," Brendon says, laughing when Spencer bites at his shoulder in response.
"Spending five minutes getting your pants off isn't going to make me appreciate your dick any more," Dallon says, finally managing to get Brendon's jeans off. "It's just going to delay me actually sucking your dick."
"That," Brendon says, gasping as Spencer starts to rub at the front of his briefs, "is an excellent point. But hey, hey, look at that, there my pants are. On the floor. And not on my dick. So let's get to the sucking," Brendon says, his hips jerking up roughly when Spencer squeezes down around him.
"See?" Spencer says pointedly, catching Dallon's eye. "He always gets like this."
"Oh my god shut up," Brendon whines, pushing his own underwear down his thighs and then very nearly kicking Dallon in the face in an effort to get them off.
"Dude," Dallon says, catching Brendon's leg and helping him get his underwear off, "if you kick me in the face I'm not sucking your dick."
"Sorry," Brendon says, "sorry, yeah, no. I'm good. It's good."
"Just shut up," Spencer says, grabbing onto Brendon's hips and kissing the top of his head.
"Yeah, okay," Brendon says, closing his eyes and leaning back against Spencer's shoulder. Spencer meets Dallon's eyes again and smiles at him darkly. "Come on," he says, his voice low. "Make sure to use your hand."
"Yeah," Dallon says, swallowing hard.
"And start slow, just lick at first, get used to it."
"Yeah," Dallon says again. He looks away from Spencer's face but then he's pretty much just staring at Brendon's dick which isn't a whole lot better, in terms of the nervous twist low in his gut. Brendon's hard, really hard, the head of his cock shining wetly, and Dallon makes sure his hand is steady before he reaches out and swipes over the head of Brendon's cock, getting his hand slick.
"Shit," Brendon says, his hips twitching up. "Shit," he repeats when Dallon wraps his hand around Brendon's cock.
"Slow," Spencer reminds him, and Dallon nods, bending down and licking at the head of Brendon's cock. Brendon twitches again, but Spencer's holding him down firmly, and Dallon closes his mouth around Brendon's cock and sucks lightly. Brendon groans, and Dallon can feel his thighs twitching a little where they're tensed up. He sinks his mouth lower, just far enough so that he can pull back up, and Brendon groans.
"Good," Spencer says. "Fuck, Dallon, he's already so close."
"Am not," Brendon says, but his thighs are shaking and when Dallon pulls off and looks up, he's flushed all the way down his chest and his fingers are white where they're gripping Spencer's wrists.
"Are so," Spencer says. "I bet you anything that if Dallon just ran his tongue right under the head of your dick--"
"I hate you," Brendon says, his eyes still squeezed shut and his teeth digging into his bottom lip.
"Tongue thing," Dallon says, resisting the urge to blush when his voice comes out a little rough. "Check."
"Hate," Brendon says weakly, and then he mostly trails off into random groans as Dallon leans back down and sucks him in. Brendon tastes a little bitter from all the precome but Dallon really doesn't mind. He actually kind of likes it, likes the way his mouth waters and his tongue feels kind of tingly, and he probably takes a little longer than he should to get around to the actual tongue thing. It's worth it, though, because Brendon's entire body is tensed up and tight and when Dallon finally pulls up and lets his tongue press in under Brendon's cock, the noise Brendon lets out is so hot that Dallon's already mostly hard again, just like that.
"Fuck," Brendon groans, voice strained and desperate. "Fuck, Dallon, fuck--"
"Pull off," Spencer says, his voice drowning out Brendon's babbling. "He's going to come, Dallon, pull back."
Dallon does, reluctantly, and he's barely got his mouth off of Brendon's cock before Brendon's coming, hard and sudden and pretty much all over Dallon's mouth.
"Jesus," Spencer says, and then he's grabbing Dallon by his shoulder and tugging, urging Dallon up the bed. Brendon just came on his face and it was actually pretty hot, and Dallon's still trying to process that when Spencer leans in and kisses him, deep and wet, grabbing at Dallon's hair and pulling back to lick at his chin and his lips, and holy crap, this is seriously the best day ever.
"Fuck," Brendon says weakly, and Spencer finally lets Dallon go. When Dallon forces his eyes open, Brendon is twisting in Spencer's lap, straining up to kiss him. It's hot - really, seriously hot - and Dallon's trying to decide if it's rude to start jerking himself off. He's pretty sure that Brendon coming on his face trumps him jerking himself off, but it's kind of hard to tell and there should really be a flow chart for situations like this. Or at least some kind of etiquette advice column. Maybe he could write a book.
"Dallon," Spencer says, his voice tight, and Dallon snaps out of it, staring with wide eyes at Brendon's mouth sinking down over Spencer's cock. "Dallon," Spencer groans out again. "Seriously, if you want me to jerk you off, come here."
Dallon nearly knees Brendon in the head trying to scramble up beside Spencer, and seriously, man, this is so much better than tacos.