Make Me Believe
Title: Make Me Believe
Author: Telis (theaerosolkid)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spencer/Brendon
Summary: Girloral!
Word Count: 768
Disclaimer: Fake, fake, fake.
A/N: Happy birthday to disarm_d! Here, have your OTP!! <3
"Look, the way I see it, you can be freaked out and stupid, or you can let me eat you out," Brendon says philosophically.
"Or I could not," Spencer says, voice rising.
"There is a third option, yeah," Brendon says agreeably. "You could let me fuck you. Or, wait. I could finger you. Or you could --"
"Shut up," Spencer says, burrowing deeper into his hoodie.
"Hey, hey, hey," Brendon says softly. He nuzzles at the crook of Spencer's neck. "Hey. I didn't -- this isn't my fault, okay? So no issues or whatever, because I'm just. I'm rolling with it. It's cool. I think the sex would be good for you."
"Your dick isn't going to cure me," Spencer says sharply.
"I didn't say it would. And it's not a cure. Having a pussy is not a disease. But, like, there're hormones and endorphins and shit that get released when you, y'know, and that can't be a bad thing for you right now, right?"
"Your logic is stupid," Spencer tells him.
"I don't think so," Brendon says, knocking their foreheads together. "Now are you gonna let me eat you out or no?"
"If you must," Spencer says. Brendon smirks and slides down, tugging at Spencer's jeans as he went. Spencer wriggles a little, helps him along.
Brendon nudges Spencer's legs apart and noses his way up Spencer's thigh, trailing fingertips as he goes. He combs his fingers through Spencer's pubic hair before dipping his thumb between Spencer's lips, shallow and cautious. Spencer's breath hitches, wondering -- how it will be different this way.
"Shh," Brendon sooths, and drops his head down, licking outside before spreading Spencer open and flickering his tongue just over Spencer's clit, working his way down to press the flat of his tongue gently down while his fingers keep petting at Spencer's thighs.
Spencer bites his lip, tries to not arch up into it when Brendon starts working his tongue harder, teasing fingers at his folds. It's good, but an entirely different sort of good, and if he tries to think about it, then it doesn't really feel like his body anymore, and that's just -- it's weird, so he lets Brendon keep licking, more confidently than before, and most certainly doesn't let out an embarrassing squeak when Brendon presses his lips to Spencer's clit and sucks softly while he pushes two fingers inside Spencer, twisting carefully.
Spencer rolls his hips tentatively, pushes up into Brendon's mouth and gasps when the sensations get that much more intense. Brendon chuckles a little and wraps a hand around his hips, fluttering his fingers over Spencer's skin. He keeps working his mouth, more determined and Spencer tries to stave off orgasm but doesn't manage to, can't manage to, not with Brendon making rough little noises.
It's -- intense, different, and he feels his toes curling up in a way they haven't ever before. He sighs, feels his hearbeat throbbing through what must be every vein, every vessel, and tries to sit up.
"Mmhm-mm," Brendon scolds softly. "You've got more, I think."
"Brendon," Spencer tries, but Brendon just ducks his head down again and rubs at his insides, crooking his fingers and lapping at Spencer's clit again, more intent this time, as though he's more sure of what he's doing. Brendon's always been a fan of fake it 'til you make it, and Spencer can't really bring himself to be any kind of disappointed right now, not while Brendon's fingers are digging into the flesh of his hip and his tongue is still working, clever patterns that have Spencer arching up, whimpering, making these needy little noises he's heard from some of the girls he's done this for.
"So far so good, I'm guessing," Brendon murmurs, dragging his fingers up to trace over Spencer's clit.
"Yeah," Spencer breathes, and is suddenly grateful that he was never one of those guys who wouldn't go down on the girls they were with, is suddenly somewhat awed by the self-control of those girls, who managed to not just shove his head down between their legs, because, seriously, wow.
He braces his feet against the mattress and rubs up against Brendon's mouth when he goes back to licking in earnest, and feels the clench and press around Brendon's fingers inside him when he shudders and feels his orgasm sweeping through him, more forceful this time.
"That's enough for now," Brendon says, pressing a damp kiss to the inside of his thigh. "Feel better?"
"Shut up," Spencer says breathlessly.
Author: Telis (theaerosolkid)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spencer/Brendon
Summary: Girloral!
Word Count: 768
Disclaimer: Fake, fake, fake.
A/N: Happy birthday to disarm_d! Here, have your OTP!! <3
"Look, the way I see it, you can be freaked out and stupid, or you can let me eat you out," Brendon says philosophically.
"Or I could not," Spencer says, voice rising.
"There is a third option, yeah," Brendon says agreeably. "You could let me fuck you. Or, wait. I could finger you. Or you could --"
"Shut up," Spencer says, burrowing deeper into his hoodie.
"Hey, hey, hey," Brendon says softly. He nuzzles at the crook of Spencer's neck. "Hey. I didn't -- this isn't my fault, okay? So no issues or whatever, because I'm just. I'm rolling with it. It's cool. I think the sex would be good for you."
"Your dick isn't going to cure me," Spencer says sharply.
"I didn't say it would. And it's not a cure. Having a pussy is not a disease. But, like, there're hormones and endorphins and shit that get released when you, y'know, and that can't be a bad thing for you right now, right?"
"Your logic is stupid," Spencer tells him.
"I don't think so," Brendon says, knocking their foreheads together. "Now are you gonna let me eat you out or no?"
"If you must," Spencer says. Brendon smirks and slides down, tugging at Spencer's jeans as he went. Spencer wriggles a little, helps him along.
Brendon nudges Spencer's legs apart and noses his way up Spencer's thigh, trailing fingertips as he goes. He combs his fingers through Spencer's pubic hair before dipping his thumb between Spencer's lips, shallow and cautious. Spencer's breath hitches, wondering -- how it will be different this way.
"Shh," Brendon sooths, and drops his head down, licking outside before spreading Spencer open and flickering his tongue just over Spencer's clit, working his way down to press the flat of his tongue gently down while his fingers keep petting at Spencer's thighs.
Spencer bites his lip, tries to not arch up into it when Brendon starts working his tongue harder, teasing fingers at his folds. It's good, but an entirely different sort of good, and if he tries to think about it, then it doesn't really feel like his body anymore, and that's just -- it's weird, so he lets Brendon keep licking, more confidently than before, and most certainly doesn't let out an embarrassing squeak when Brendon presses his lips to Spencer's clit and sucks softly while he pushes two fingers inside Spencer, twisting carefully.
Spencer rolls his hips tentatively, pushes up into Brendon's mouth and gasps when the sensations get that much more intense. Brendon chuckles a little and wraps a hand around his hips, fluttering his fingers over Spencer's skin. He keeps working his mouth, more determined and Spencer tries to stave off orgasm but doesn't manage to, can't manage to, not with Brendon making rough little noises.
It's -- intense, different, and he feels his toes curling up in a way they haven't ever before. He sighs, feels his hearbeat throbbing through what must be every vein, every vessel, and tries to sit up.
"Mmhm-mm," Brendon scolds softly. "You've got more, I think."
"Brendon," Spencer tries, but Brendon just ducks his head down again and rubs at his insides, crooking his fingers and lapping at Spencer's clit again, more intent this time, as though he's more sure of what he's doing. Brendon's always been a fan of fake it 'til you make it, and Spencer can't really bring himself to be any kind of disappointed right now, not while Brendon's fingers are digging into the flesh of his hip and his tongue is still working, clever patterns that have Spencer arching up, whimpering, making these needy little noises he's heard from some of the girls he's done this for.
"So far so good, I'm guessing," Brendon murmurs, dragging his fingers up to trace over Spencer's clit.
"Yeah," Spencer breathes, and is suddenly grateful that he was never one of those guys who wouldn't go down on the girls they were with, is suddenly somewhat awed by the self-control of those girls, who managed to not just shove his head down between their legs, because, seriously, wow.
He braces his feet against the mattress and rubs up against Brendon's mouth when he goes back to licking in earnest, and feels the clench and press around Brendon's fingers inside him when he shudders and feels his orgasm sweeping through him, more forceful this time.
"That's enough for now," Brendon says, pressing a damp kiss to the inside of his thigh. "Feel better?"
"Shut up," Spencer says breathlessly.