fic: quiet, quiet
fictionalaspect is the very best kind of enabler, and anyone who enjoys this owes her one for bullying pressing me to post it finally. This is not usually my kind of thing, but the idea showed up one day and wouldn't leave until I wrote it.
quiet, quiet
Brendon/Spencer, NC-17. 3,557 words.
Warnings: Consensual bdsm kink. Feel free to private message if you'd like more details.
Spencer feels the spark up his spine, just like before. He brings his thumb up, pushes at Brendon's jawline to tip his head sideways, and Brendon goes, no resistance, still nothing but a shallow breath and a blink. Spencer could do anything right now, and Brendon wouldn't refuse, wouldn't even resist. Spencer has the fleeting thought of tightening his hand around Brendon's throat, but he pushes it aside. He could, but he doesn't want to.
Spencer's standing about three feet away from the bed, one hand jammed in his pocket, watching Brendon. Brendon's on the other side, singing softly to himself as he turns down the sheets. He's vibrant, full of energy, practically dancing in place. His hand is shaking as he smooths down the comforter at the foot of the bed.
"You're sure about this?"
Brendon looks up at him with a crooked grin. "Changing your mind, Smith?" He's grinning, but there's a tinge of worry in his eyes. Spencer makes a fist in his pocket. They've done this twice before. Of course Brendon is sure. Spencer feels like he's not, though he doesn't quite know why. It works, it really works, and Spencer was surprised that he liked it as much as he did.
"That's not... no, Brendon." He pulls his hand from his pocket and shakes it out, squares his shoulders.
"Because we--"
"I said no."
Brendon swallows, and nods. He pulls the sheets down, leaving their bed open and bare. Their bed, and even now that still gives Spencer a little wobble in his gut. Brendon grabs his bottle of water from the nightstand, slugs down the second half quickly, then fires the bottle across the bed to the trash can on the other side. He misses.
"I'm gonna go let the dog out, and get a few things. When I come back we'll be started."
Brendon tosses him a lazy salute, then flops back onto the bed with enough force to bounce. "I'll be eagerly awaiting your return, sir."
Spencer feels the itch to reprimand him, but he knows Brendon's just getting it out of his system. Spencer turns on his heel and walks out, straight downstairs and out the back door, Bogart trailing at his heels.
Spencer paces the yard while Bogart runs around, until he's worn himself out a little and done his business. They go back inside, and Bogart flops right down on his bed. Spencer scratches at his ears, then checks the water dish, locks the doors and turns out the lights. He grabs another bottle of water, and at the top of the stairs he gets a soft washcloth from the closet. Everything else he'll need is in the nightstand.
Just before he gets to the door he takes two, three deep breaths. Now he's the one who's shaking a little.
When he comes into the bedroom, Brendon is still where he was when Spencer left. Laid out on the bed, one arm behind his head, the other flopped at his side. His face is tipped up toward the ceiling, and if Spencer didn't know better he would think Brendon was asleep. Brendon's not asleep.
Spencer comes to the side of the bed, and Brendon doesn't react. He's still, more still than Spencer can believe, and for the third time Spencer has that flash of not right, not right. But then Brendon breathes in and out, shallow, and he slowly blinks, still without looking anywhere else but up. Spencer's chest loosens a little, and he smiles.
He reaches out and strokes his fingertips down the side of Brendon's neck, tucking them just under the collar of his t-shirt. The only reaction is another slow blink.
Spencer feels the spark up his spine, just like before. He brings his thumb up, pushes at Brendon's jawline to tip his head sideways, and Brendon goes, no resistance, still nothing but a shallow breath and a blink. Spencer could do anything right now, and Brendon wouldn't refuse, wouldn't even resist. Spencer has the fleeting thought of tightening his hand around Brendon's throat, but he pushes it aside. He could, but he doesn't want to.
He steps back for a moment, taking it in. Brendon's still dressed, jeans and a faded Sublime t-shirt, socks but no shoes. He's so still, and Spencer runs his palm down Brendon's leg slowly as he moves down to Brendon's feet. He lifts one leg at a time, tugging off Brendon's socks with one finger, dragging it slowly over spots where he knows Brendon's ticklish. Spencer's not a very nice person sometimes. To his credit, Brendon's foot twitches involuntarily, but he doesn't move.
Spencer waits a few uncounted seconds, then reaches up and finds the zipper on Brendon's jeans, pulling it down with a single tug. He lets go, and Brendon pulls in a deeper breath but sinks back into the bed, like he's gone even more still, as if that were possible. Now Spencer knows he's ready, and they can begin in earnest. He drops the washcloth and the water on the nightstand, digs out the bottle of lube from under a back issue of Spin, and then sits down on the edge of the bed.
He moves slowly, but with purpose. Deliberate, is the word. He gets an arm under Brendon's shoulder, pulling him up to a seated position. Brendon's bent arm flops down at his side, and his weight slumps against Spencer. Spencer pulls him closer, tipping Brendon into his shoulder, and when he lets go Brendon's balanced so he doesn't fall backward. Spencer nips at his earlobe, just once, and then he gets his palms under the edge of Brendon's shirt and slides it up. He lifts one arm up and eases it through the sleeve, then the other. When the shirt is finally wiggled free Spencer tosses it across the room, and then he gently lowers Brendon's arm.
Brendon's loose, dead weight, his head tipped forward onto Spencer's shoulder. Spencer lets his hands roam for a while, sliding over Brendon's shoulderblades, the small of his back, wherever Spencer feels like touching. Brendon's breath is still shallow and calm, but it seems just a touch faster. Eventually, when he's had enough of Brendon's soft, warm skin (for now), he gets one hand behind Brendon's neck and then pushes him backward with the other hand. Spencer doesn't hold his weight, but he keeps him from hitting too hard. His arms are loose at his sides, flopped haphazardly, and Spencer drags his blunt nails slowly down over the pale inside skin, leaving red streaks behind.
Brendon's skin is so, so pale, and Spencer wants to mark him up, wants to leave spots of red and purple that he'll be able to touch tomorrow. Spencer considers the canvas before him, then starts at the neck, just below his Adam's apple. He sucks and nips at Brendon's skin, first there, then on Brendon's collarbone, then on his right nipple. He balances by splaying his fingers out over Brendon's rib cage, and as he nibbles at the skin he can feel the way Brendon's heart is pounding. All this, and he still hasn't moved.
Spencer spends a long time licking at Brendon's skin, tasting the faint tang of salty sweat, until his mouth is dry and his jaw is a little sore. Brendon's breathing is clearer now, but he's still staring off to the side, right where Spencer left him, blinking slowly. When Spencer sits up, it's clear that Brendon is hard in his jeans, his open fly gaping ever so slightly. Spencer wants to see him laid out, naked and still and all for Spencer.
He pulls open the button on Brendon's jeans slowly, pulls the two sides open wide. Brendon's wearing underwear (Spencer made sure before they started), bright red briefs, and Brendon's cock is starting to strain the fabric. Spencer just looks for a moment, then he palms Brendon's cock roughly, scraping the fabric over sensitive skin. Brendon's hips shift just barely, but then Spencer can feel him stiffen up, fighting to stay still. Brendon's doing so well, so Spencer gives him some reprieve, moving his hand up to Brendon's belly and rubbing in slow circles. Brendon's still in there somewhere, and Spencer wants him to know that he's so fucking proud.
Spencer can feel Brendon relax, slowly, until he's so, so still again. Spencer doesn't want to push him too far, not yet; he wants more. Seems like when they do this he always wants more, wants to take, wants to use Brendon when he's so pliant and open. It's sometimes too much, sometimes Spencer has to rein himself in, hold it back. Spencer hasn't told Brendon that yet, so far hasn't found the right words. But looking at him now, so calm, so... peaceful isn't the right word, but he can't think of another, open and waiting for whatever Spencer will do, and Spencer feels a rush of lust and pride and gratitude. Later he needs to talk to him, needs to find the words to tell Brendon how much this means.
Gently he tucks Brendon's left arm into his body, then gets hold of Brendon at his hip and shoulder, rolling him onto his side. It takes time to roll him over, Spencer has to stop and shift his arms so that they don't bend at a funny angle, has to guide his head so he doesn't end up face down in the pillow, unable to breathe. Eventually Brendon's on his belly, face turned to the side, and Spencer marks Brendon some more, the nape of his neck, the sharp wing of his shoulder.
Spencer takes his time getting Brendon's jeans off, lifting one hip at a time to get them past his ass, tugging them slowly down his legs. He tosses them across the room after Brendon's shirt, and fuck but the red underwear is so sharp-bright against Brendon's skin. Spencer adjusts them where they've gone crooked from pulling his jeans off, shifts Brendon's legs one at a time, pulling them open to accentuate the curve of his ass, to reveal where the fabric is stretched just a little over his balls. Spencer could just look at him like this for hours.
He decides to do just that. Well, maybe not hours, Spencer's already itching for more, tight across his shoulders from holding back. But he loses track of how long he looks, walking slowly back and forth next to the bed, just watching. The air feels charged, thick with waiting for whatever will come next. Finally, Spencer reaches out and slides his fingertips over, then under the elastic of one leg of the briefs, cupping his palm over the rise of one cheek. Nothing, no reaction, and Spencer squeezes a little before dragging his nails over his skin, down his ass and along his thigh.
Spencer could spank him, remembers the feel of Brendon's skin under his hand, but he likes to hear Brendon when they do that, likes listening to him whimper and beg. He tugs Brendon's underwear down instead, just the back, exposing his ass with its fresh set of red lines. He climbs up onto the bed, into the vee of Brendon's spread legs, and after a soft kiss at the base of his spine Spencer sinks his teeth into Brendon's ass. He bites him twice, three times, then licks softly at the marks he left behind.
Other times, Spencer never spends as much time as he wants on Brendon's ass. They're usually both too eager to wait long, and Brendon will start begging once he thinks he's ready. Spencer's not too good at waiting after that. But now, Brendon is still and quiet, and Spencer can take his time. Can take whatever he wants. He lets his tongue wander, wet and slow, until he's licking softly right over Brendon's hole. He can feel the muscle twitch from the touch, but Brendon stays still, just taking it. Spencer groans a little, can't help it, then licks deeper, feeling the muscles relax, feeling Brendon open up for him.
Eventually he's fucking Brendon with his tongue, lapping around the edge, wet and filthy. He can feel Brendon's heartbeat, the flush of his skin, and he wants more. He tears himself away to grope behind him, finding the bottle of lube lying at the foot of the bed, and he drizzles it on cold, right over Brendon's hole. Still no movement, and Spencer slicks it around over his skin before pressing in with two fingers, right up to the top knuckle. He's hot and slick and tight, and Spencer scissors his fingers open and fucks him, slow and deliberate.
Spencer sets a steady rhythm, click click in his head, and soon two fingers is three. Some more lube and three becomes four, and Brendon is stretched wide around him. It's amazing to feel him like this, and still Spencer wants more. He pulls his fingers out slowly, wet sound of the lube as he does, and wipes his hand on the sheet. It's not hard to lift Brendon up by his hips, shift him so he's on his knees, supporting his own weight. He pulls Brendon's underwear down to his knees, feeling them catch on his hard cock, and then lifts one knee at a time to pull them free, setting Brendon's knees wider apart as he does so.
When he's done, Brendon is propped at an angle, knees spread, open and waiting for Spencer. His hole's a little red, and Spencer eases his thumb around the edge as he finds the lube again, slicks some more over his fingers. He presses right back in with four, and it's fascinating watching them disappear into Brendon's body.
The angle is better, easier, and Spencer has the fleeting thought of giving him more, of slicking up and pressing his whole hand into Brendon, filling him up. They've never talked about it, but right now that doesn't matter much to Spencer, which is... not right. He stills his hand, counts to ten, then ten more, and when he's done he feels like he can focus again. He fucks Brendon some more, still slow and steady, and the only sign that it's even being noticed is the occasional shiver that Spencer can see run down Brendon's thighs.
Spencer's ready, he's past ready, and finally he pulls his fingers free again, wiping off his hand and stripping off his t-shirt and jeans. He shifts Brendon's hips a little, lining up, and then he can press his cock into Brendon, wethotfuck. Brendon's still a little tight, Spencer can feel his muscles move involuntarily, bearing down on Spencer's cock. Spencer can't help but fuck him, hard, the slap of skin on skin ringing in the room.
He just takes, doesn't think about anything but the tight heat and friction. It's good, so good, and he's getting closer than he wants to be, doesn't want this to be over yet. He slows down his thrusts, bends forward over Brendon's back, as far as he can without pulling out. Brendon's only movement is the shift from Spencer's thrusts, and fuck it's so hot Spencer can barely think. He wraps one arm under Brendon's belly, just above his cock, and buries the other in his hair, tightening around a fistful and pulling him up. It's almost too much for his back, but he drops back onto his haunches and brings Brendon with him, pulling Brendon into his lap. Brendon's arms hang loose at his sides, smacking slightly against his thighs as they settle.
Spencer scratches at Brendon's scalp a little before letting go, and Brendon's head lolls back onto Spencer's shoulder. Spencer takes a moment to breathe, just looking down the length of Brendon. There's a flush creeping over his chest, and his cock is hard and leaking, standing away from his body. His chest rises and falls quickly, betraying him, but otherwise he's just dead weight in Spencer's lap, his hole twitching slightly around Spencer's cock.
Originally Spencer had intended to come inside him, fill him up and then get him off, but now he thinks he wants to feel Brendon come first. He's got to be close, his cock is wet and shiny with precome, and he's starting to tremble, barely noticeable if Spencer wasn't pressed in tight against him. He waits for a few moments, letting them both breathe, and then he hauls them both back up onto their knees. He has to shift a little to get the angle right, moves his knees outside of Brendon's, then he wraps his left arm across Brendon's shoulders for leverage, fingers digging into bone. He finds Brendon's cock with the other hand, drags teasing fingertips down the hard length before he wraps his hand around tightly. Brendon's body shivers again.
Brendon's skin is slick from sweat and precome, and Spencer starts jacking him off, tight and steady. He's still motionless, but Spencer can feel his cock jump, can feel him tighten around Spencer, fluttering waves that Brendon could never control. Spencer can feel his heart pounding, and as he gets closer he can hear Brendon's breath against his ear, gasping like he's been running a marathon. Suddenly Brendon's coming, spurting hot over their skin, a surprise like it always is. Spencer uses it to stroke him harder, working him through it and past it, until his body is shaking in Spencer's arms.
Spencer has to make himself let go of Brendon's cock, fighting the urge to just keep touching him, taking until there's nothing left. Brendon's body is looser now, still again except for the rise and fall of his chest. Spencer can't wait anymore, and now he's shaking a little as he tries to carefully lower Brendon to the bed. He tries to stay inside, but he has to pull out in favor of not dropping Brendon on his face. Brendon's arms are flung out to the side, laying where they landed, and Spencer has to adjust Brendon's head with his clean hand so Brendon can breathe. Spencer uses his knees to push Brendon's legs open a little wider, and then he finally pushes back in, sinking deep in one steady thrust. They're pressed together all along their bodies; Spencer braces against the mattress and thrusts deep, rocking against Brendon as he pushes himself to the edge.
He gets a hand in Brendon's hair again, trying not to hold on too tight. He's close enough to make Spencer's eyes cross to look at him, but he still looks so calm, so open. His eyes are still open, but barely, and Spencer can just see the ghost of a smile in the corners of his mouth. In that moment, Spencer loves him so much it makes his chest hurt. It doesn't take long for the tide to break, and Spencer's coming, deep inside Brendon.
Spencer has to wait until he can breathe, until he can see straight, before he can pull himself off of Brendon's body. He flops over on his side so he can look Brendon in the eye. Brendon's not really focused, looking off somewhere past Spencer.
"Okay, Bren, it's okay."
It's like Spencer's pushed play; Brendon sucks in a breath and then he's focusing on Spencer, blinking fast like he's got something in his eye. He still hasn't moved, though, and Spencer rubs softly at his shoulder.
"Is anything sore?"
"My--" Brendon's voice cracks, and he swallows, licking his lips. "My neck, a little."
"Okay." He sits up, dropping a kiss onto Brendon's shoulder as he leans to reach the nightstand. "Let's get you cleaned up first."
The water's not too cold, and Spencer gently wipes Brendon down. He reaches down to tug on one ankle, and after a few seconds Brendon lifts his leg, bending his knee a few times. He only has to touch the other ankle for Brendon to lift it next.
"You all right?"
Brendon mmmmms, lifting one hand into a thumbs up.
"Gotta talk to me, Bren. C'mon, on your side."
Slowly Brendon shift his arms so he can push off the mattress, rolling onto his side. "What do you want me to say?"
Brendon's belly is a little sticky, and Spencer wipes him clean, his fingers dragging over Brendon's skin. "Just talk. You feel good?"
Brendon curls his legs up a little, and slowly he stretches one arm up above his head with a yawn. "I feel amazing."
Spencer pitches the washcloth on the floor and lays down next to Brendon again, pulling in close and wrapping his hand around the back of Brendon's neck. "You are amazing. You were so good for me, Bren."
Brendon pushes closer, tipping his head forward onto Spencer's shoulder. He rubs against Spencer like a friendly kitten, and Spencer smiles. He loves that they do this, but he loves when Brendon comes back even more.
They're quiet while Spencer rubs at his neck, and then Spencer starts to hum the tune that's randomly wandered into his brain. It doesn't take long before Brendon's humming along, then softly singing. When he's gone deep, music is one thing that will always lead Brendon back to being Brendon again. Soon enough, his arm slides over Spencer's hip to pull him closer.
"So... are you good?"
Spencer feels that rush again, and he has to swallow against the lump in his throat. Brendon tips his head back to look at Spencer, and he looks so hopeful that Spencer can't do anything but softly brush their lips together.
"I'm... I love you."
Brendon smiles wide, and returns the kiss. "I love you too, you big sap."
Spencer rolls his eyes, then reaches down to find the blankets.
quiet, quiet
Brendon/Spencer, NC-17. 3,557 words.
Warnings: Consensual bdsm kink. Feel free to private message if you'd like more details.
Spencer feels the spark up his spine, just like before. He brings his thumb up, pushes at Brendon's jawline to tip his head sideways, and Brendon goes, no resistance, still nothing but a shallow breath and a blink. Spencer could do anything right now, and Brendon wouldn't refuse, wouldn't even resist. Spencer has the fleeting thought of tightening his hand around Brendon's throat, but he pushes it aside. He could, but he doesn't want to.
Spencer's standing about three feet away from the bed, one hand jammed in his pocket, watching Brendon. Brendon's on the other side, singing softly to himself as he turns down the sheets. He's vibrant, full of energy, practically dancing in place. His hand is shaking as he smooths down the comforter at the foot of the bed.
"You're sure about this?"
Brendon looks up at him with a crooked grin. "Changing your mind, Smith?" He's grinning, but there's a tinge of worry in his eyes. Spencer makes a fist in his pocket. They've done this twice before. Of course Brendon is sure. Spencer feels like he's not, though he doesn't quite know why. It works, it really works, and Spencer was surprised that he liked it as much as he did.
"That's not... no, Brendon." He pulls his hand from his pocket and shakes it out, squares his shoulders.
"Because we--"
"I said no."
Brendon swallows, and nods. He pulls the sheets down, leaving their bed open and bare. Their bed, and even now that still gives Spencer a little wobble in his gut. Brendon grabs his bottle of water from the nightstand, slugs down the second half quickly, then fires the bottle across the bed to the trash can on the other side. He misses.
"I'm gonna go let the dog out, and get a few things. When I come back we'll be started."
Brendon tosses him a lazy salute, then flops back onto the bed with enough force to bounce. "I'll be eagerly awaiting your return, sir."
Spencer feels the itch to reprimand him, but he knows Brendon's just getting it out of his system. Spencer turns on his heel and walks out, straight downstairs and out the back door, Bogart trailing at his heels.
Spencer paces the yard while Bogart runs around, until he's worn himself out a little and done his business. They go back inside, and Bogart flops right down on his bed. Spencer scratches at his ears, then checks the water dish, locks the doors and turns out the lights. He grabs another bottle of water, and at the top of the stairs he gets a soft washcloth from the closet. Everything else he'll need is in the nightstand.
Just before he gets to the door he takes two, three deep breaths. Now he's the one who's shaking a little.
When he comes into the bedroom, Brendon is still where he was when Spencer left. Laid out on the bed, one arm behind his head, the other flopped at his side. His face is tipped up toward the ceiling, and if Spencer didn't know better he would think Brendon was asleep. Brendon's not asleep.
Spencer comes to the side of the bed, and Brendon doesn't react. He's still, more still than Spencer can believe, and for the third time Spencer has that flash of not right, not right. But then Brendon breathes in and out, shallow, and he slowly blinks, still without looking anywhere else but up. Spencer's chest loosens a little, and he smiles.
He reaches out and strokes his fingertips down the side of Brendon's neck, tucking them just under the collar of his t-shirt. The only reaction is another slow blink.
Spencer feels the spark up his spine, just like before. He brings his thumb up, pushes at Brendon's jawline to tip his head sideways, and Brendon goes, no resistance, still nothing but a shallow breath and a blink. Spencer could do anything right now, and Brendon wouldn't refuse, wouldn't even resist. Spencer has the fleeting thought of tightening his hand around Brendon's throat, but he pushes it aside. He could, but he doesn't want to.
He steps back for a moment, taking it in. Brendon's still dressed, jeans and a faded Sublime t-shirt, socks but no shoes. He's so still, and Spencer runs his palm down Brendon's leg slowly as he moves down to Brendon's feet. He lifts one leg at a time, tugging off Brendon's socks with one finger, dragging it slowly over spots where he knows Brendon's ticklish. Spencer's not a very nice person sometimes. To his credit, Brendon's foot twitches involuntarily, but he doesn't move.
Spencer waits a few uncounted seconds, then reaches up and finds the zipper on Brendon's jeans, pulling it down with a single tug. He lets go, and Brendon pulls in a deeper breath but sinks back into the bed, like he's gone even more still, as if that were possible. Now Spencer knows he's ready, and they can begin in earnest. He drops the washcloth and the water on the nightstand, digs out the bottle of lube from under a back issue of Spin, and then sits down on the edge of the bed.
He moves slowly, but with purpose. Deliberate, is the word. He gets an arm under Brendon's shoulder, pulling him up to a seated position. Brendon's bent arm flops down at his side, and his weight slumps against Spencer. Spencer pulls him closer, tipping Brendon into his shoulder, and when he lets go Brendon's balanced so he doesn't fall backward. Spencer nips at his earlobe, just once, and then he gets his palms under the edge of Brendon's shirt and slides it up. He lifts one arm up and eases it through the sleeve, then the other. When the shirt is finally wiggled free Spencer tosses it across the room, and then he gently lowers Brendon's arm.
Brendon's loose, dead weight, his head tipped forward onto Spencer's shoulder. Spencer lets his hands roam for a while, sliding over Brendon's shoulderblades, the small of his back, wherever Spencer feels like touching. Brendon's breath is still shallow and calm, but it seems just a touch faster. Eventually, when he's had enough of Brendon's soft, warm skin (for now), he gets one hand behind Brendon's neck and then pushes him backward with the other hand. Spencer doesn't hold his weight, but he keeps him from hitting too hard. His arms are loose at his sides, flopped haphazardly, and Spencer drags his blunt nails slowly down over the pale inside skin, leaving red streaks behind.
Brendon's skin is so, so pale, and Spencer wants to mark him up, wants to leave spots of red and purple that he'll be able to touch tomorrow. Spencer considers the canvas before him, then starts at the neck, just below his Adam's apple. He sucks and nips at Brendon's skin, first there, then on Brendon's collarbone, then on his right nipple. He balances by splaying his fingers out over Brendon's rib cage, and as he nibbles at the skin he can feel the way Brendon's heart is pounding. All this, and he still hasn't moved.
Spencer spends a long time licking at Brendon's skin, tasting the faint tang of salty sweat, until his mouth is dry and his jaw is a little sore. Brendon's breathing is clearer now, but he's still staring off to the side, right where Spencer left him, blinking slowly. When Spencer sits up, it's clear that Brendon is hard in his jeans, his open fly gaping ever so slightly. Spencer wants to see him laid out, naked and still and all for Spencer.
He pulls open the button on Brendon's jeans slowly, pulls the two sides open wide. Brendon's wearing underwear (Spencer made sure before they started), bright red briefs, and Brendon's cock is starting to strain the fabric. Spencer just looks for a moment, then he palms Brendon's cock roughly, scraping the fabric over sensitive skin. Brendon's hips shift just barely, but then Spencer can feel him stiffen up, fighting to stay still. Brendon's doing so well, so Spencer gives him some reprieve, moving his hand up to Brendon's belly and rubbing in slow circles. Brendon's still in there somewhere, and Spencer wants him to know that he's so fucking proud.
Spencer can feel Brendon relax, slowly, until he's so, so still again. Spencer doesn't want to push him too far, not yet; he wants more. Seems like when they do this he always wants more, wants to take, wants to use Brendon when he's so pliant and open. It's sometimes too much, sometimes Spencer has to rein himself in, hold it back. Spencer hasn't told Brendon that yet, so far hasn't found the right words. But looking at him now, so calm, so... peaceful isn't the right word, but he can't think of another, open and waiting for whatever Spencer will do, and Spencer feels a rush of lust and pride and gratitude. Later he needs to talk to him, needs to find the words to tell Brendon how much this means.
Gently he tucks Brendon's left arm into his body, then gets hold of Brendon at his hip and shoulder, rolling him onto his side. It takes time to roll him over, Spencer has to stop and shift his arms so that they don't bend at a funny angle, has to guide his head so he doesn't end up face down in the pillow, unable to breathe. Eventually Brendon's on his belly, face turned to the side, and Spencer marks Brendon some more, the nape of his neck, the sharp wing of his shoulder.
Spencer takes his time getting Brendon's jeans off, lifting one hip at a time to get them past his ass, tugging them slowly down his legs. He tosses them across the room after Brendon's shirt, and fuck but the red underwear is so sharp-bright against Brendon's skin. Spencer adjusts them where they've gone crooked from pulling his jeans off, shifts Brendon's legs one at a time, pulling them open to accentuate the curve of his ass, to reveal where the fabric is stretched just a little over his balls. Spencer could just look at him like this for hours.
He decides to do just that. Well, maybe not hours, Spencer's already itching for more, tight across his shoulders from holding back. But he loses track of how long he looks, walking slowly back and forth next to the bed, just watching. The air feels charged, thick with waiting for whatever will come next. Finally, Spencer reaches out and slides his fingertips over, then under the elastic of one leg of the briefs, cupping his palm over the rise of one cheek. Nothing, no reaction, and Spencer squeezes a little before dragging his nails over his skin, down his ass and along his thigh.
Spencer could spank him, remembers the feel of Brendon's skin under his hand, but he likes to hear Brendon when they do that, likes listening to him whimper and beg. He tugs Brendon's underwear down instead, just the back, exposing his ass with its fresh set of red lines. He climbs up onto the bed, into the vee of Brendon's spread legs, and after a soft kiss at the base of his spine Spencer sinks his teeth into Brendon's ass. He bites him twice, three times, then licks softly at the marks he left behind.
Other times, Spencer never spends as much time as he wants on Brendon's ass. They're usually both too eager to wait long, and Brendon will start begging once he thinks he's ready. Spencer's not too good at waiting after that. But now, Brendon is still and quiet, and Spencer can take his time. Can take whatever he wants. He lets his tongue wander, wet and slow, until he's licking softly right over Brendon's hole. He can feel the muscle twitch from the touch, but Brendon stays still, just taking it. Spencer groans a little, can't help it, then licks deeper, feeling the muscles relax, feeling Brendon open up for him.
Eventually he's fucking Brendon with his tongue, lapping around the edge, wet and filthy. He can feel Brendon's heartbeat, the flush of his skin, and he wants more. He tears himself away to grope behind him, finding the bottle of lube lying at the foot of the bed, and he drizzles it on cold, right over Brendon's hole. Still no movement, and Spencer slicks it around over his skin before pressing in with two fingers, right up to the top knuckle. He's hot and slick and tight, and Spencer scissors his fingers open and fucks him, slow and deliberate.
Spencer sets a steady rhythm, click click in his head, and soon two fingers is three. Some more lube and three becomes four, and Brendon is stretched wide around him. It's amazing to feel him like this, and still Spencer wants more. He pulls his fingers out slowly, wet sound of the lube as he does, and wipes his hand on the sheet. It's not hard to lift Brendon up by his hips, shift him so he's on his knees, supporting his own weight. He pulls Brendon's underwear down to his knees, feeling them catch on his hard cock, and then lifts one knee at a time to pull them free, setting Brendon's knees wider apart as he does so.
When he's done, Brendon is propped at an angle, knees spread, open and waiting for Spencer. His hole's a little red, and Spencer eases his thumb around the edge as he finds the lube again, slicks some more over his fingers. He presses right back in with four, and it's fascinating watching them disappear into Brendon's body.
The angle is better, easier, and Spencer has the fleeting thought of giving him more, of slicking up and pressing his whole hand into Brendon, filling him up. They've never talked about it, but right now that doesn't matter much to Spencer, which is... not right. He stills his hand, counts to ten, then ten more, and when he's done he feels like he can focus again. He fucks Brendon some more, still slow and steady, and the only sign that it's even being noticed is the occasional shiver that Spencer can see run down Brendon's thighs.
Spencer's ready, he's past ready, and finally he pulls his fingers free again, wiping off his hand and stripping off his t-shirt and jeans. He shifts Brendon's hips a little, lining up, and then he can press his cock into Brendon, wethotfuck. Brendon's still a little tight, Spencer can feel his muscles move involuntarily, bearing down on Spencer's cock. Spencer can't help but fuck him, hard, the slap of skin on skin ringing in the room.
He just takes, doesn't think about anything but the tight heat and friction. It's good, so good, and he's getting closer than he wants to be, doesn't want this to be over yet. He slows down his thrusts, bends forward over Brendon's back, as far as he can without pulling out. Brendon's only movement is the shift from Spencer's thrusts, and fuck it's so hot Spencer can barely think. He wraps one arm under Brendon's belly, just above his cock, and buries the other in his hair, tightening around a fistful and pulling him up. It's almost too much for his back, but he drops back onto his haunches and brings Brendon with him, pulling Brendon into his lap. Brendon's arms hang loose at his sides, smacking slightly against his thighs as they settle.
Spencer scratches at Brendon's scalp a little before letting go, and Brendon's head lolls back onto Spencer's shoulder. Spencer takes a moment to breathe, just looking down the length of Brendon. There's a flush creeping over his chest, and his cock is hard and leaking, standing away from his body. His chest rises and falls quickly, betraying him, but otherwise he's just dead weight in Spencer's lap, his hole twitching slightly around Spencer's cock.
Originally Spencer had intended to come inside him, fill him up and then get him off, but now he thinks he wants to feel Brendon come first. He's got to be close, his cock is wet and shiny with precome, and he's starting to tremble, barely noticeable if Spencer wasn't pressed in tight against him. He waits for a few moments, letting them both breathe, and then he hauls them both back up onto their knees. He has to shift a little to get the angle right, moves his knees outside of Brendon's, then he wraps his left arm across Brendon's shoulders for leverage, fingers digging into bone. He finds Brendon's cock with the other hand, drags teasing fingertips down the hard length before he wraps his hand around tightly. Brendon's body shivers again.
Brendon's skin is slick from sweat and precome, and Spencer starts jacking him off, tight and steady. He's still motionless, but Spencer can feel his cock jump, can feel him tighten around Spencer, fluttering waves that Brendon could never control. Spencer can feel his heart pounding, and as he gets closer he can hear Brendon's breath against his ear, gasping like he's been running a marathon. Suddenly Brendon's coming, spurting hot over their skin, a surprise like it always is. Spencer uses it to stroke him harder, working him through it and past it, until his body is shaking in Spencer's arms.
Spencer has to make himself let go of Brendon's cock, fighting the urge to just keep touching him, taking until there's nothing left. Brendon's body is looser now, still again except for the rise and fall of his chest. Spencer can't wait anymore, and now he's shaking a little as he tries to carefully lower Brendon to the bed. He tries to stay inside, but he has to pull out in favor of not dropping Brendon on his face. Brendon's arms are flung out to the side, laying where they landed, and Spencer has to adjust Brendon's head with his clean hand so Brendon can breathe. Spencer uses his knees to push Brendon's legs open a little wider, and then he finally pushes back in, sinking deep in one steady thrust. They're pressed together all along their bodies; Spencer braces against the mattress and thrusts deep, rocking against Brendon as he pushes himself to the edge.
He gets a hand in Brendon's hair again, trying not to hold on too tight. He's close enough to make Spencer's eyes cross to look at him, but he still looks so calm, so open. His eyes are still open, but barely, and Spencer can just see the ghost of a smile in the corners of his mouth. In that moment, Spencer loves him so much it makes his chest hurt. It doesn't take long for the tide to break, and Spencer's coming, deep inside Brendon.
Spencer has to wait until he can breathe, until he can see straight, before he can pull himself off of Brendon's body. He flops over on his side so he can look Brendon in the eye. Brendon's not really focused, looking off somewhere past Spencer.
"Okay, Bren, it's okay."
It's like Spencer's pushed play; Brendon sucks in a breath and then he's focusing on Spencer, blinking fast like he's got something in his eye. He still hasn't moved, though, and Spencer rubs softly at his shoulder.
"Is anything sore?"
"My--" Brendon's voice cracks, and he swallows, licking his lips. "My neck, a little."
"Okay." He sits up, dropping a kiss onto Brendon's shoulder as he leans to reach the nightstand. "Let's get you cleaned up first."
The water's not too cold, and Spencer gently wipes Brendon down. He reaches down to tug on one ankle, and after a few seconds Brendon lifts his leg, bending his knee a few times. He only has to touch the other ankle for Brendon to lift it next.
"You all right?"
Brendon mmmmms, lifting one hand into a thumbs up.
"Gotta talk to me, Bren. C'mon, on your side."
Slowly Brendon shift his arms so he can push off the mattress, rolling onto his side. "What do you want me to say?"
Brendon's belly is a little sticky, and Spencer wipes him clean, his fingers dragging over Brendon's skin. "Just talk. You feel good?"
Brendon curls his legs up a little, and slowly he stretches one arm up above his head with a yawn. "I feel amazing."
Spencer pitches the washcloth on the floor and lays down next to Brendon again, pulling in close and wrapping his hand around the back of Brendon's neck. "You are amazing. You were so good for me, Bren."
Brendon pushes closer, tipping his head forward onto Spencer's shoulder. He rubs against Spencer like a friendly kitten, and Spencer smiles. He loves that they do this, but he loves when Brendon comes back even more.
They're quiet while Spencer rubs at his neck, and then Spencer starts to hum the tune that's randomly wandered into his brain. It doesn't take long before Brendon's humming along, then softly singing. When he's gone deep, music is one thing that will always lead Brendon back to being Brendon again. Soon enough, his arm slides over Spencer's hip to pull him closer.
"So... are you good?"
Spencer feels that rush again, and he has to swallow against the lump in his throat. Brendon tips his head back to look at Spencer, and he looks so hopeful that Spencer can't do anything but softly brush their lips together.
"I'm... I love you."
Brendon smiles wide, and returns the kiss. "I love you too, you big sap."
Spencer rolls his eyes, then reaches down to find the blankets.