Find Myself Enjoying You
Title: Find Myself Enjoying You
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction. Title and cut text from Beware! Cougar! by The Academy Is.
Summary: Brendon is getting all these muscles on his thighs and become pretty strong now that he goes surfing almost everyday.
Author's Note: Written for the schmoop_bingo prompt injury - minor. Kudos to seratonation for the beta job and for listening to me angsting about this.
“Keep still,” Spencer slaps his thigh as he pulled off Brendon’s cock. “You’re choking me with your dick.”
“Sorry,” Brendon pets his hair apologetically. He can practically hear Spencer’s eyes rolling before he goes down again, pinning Brendon’s hips firmly onto the bed. He swallows around Brendon’s cock, pulls out a little and sucks on the head before repeating it. The broken noises that escape Brendon’s mouth are getting him so hard, and fuck if he doesn’t love this.
Except that Brendon can’t seem to stay still for 2 minutes, because as sexy as he sounds, the squirming makes Spencer annoyed as hell. Spencer swears next time he does this he’s going to tie Brendon’s hands and legs to the bedposts. When Brendon’s pointy knee hits him on the ear the third time, Spencer scraped his teeth on the underside of Brendon’s cock along the vein. Brendon curses a blue streak and pulls at Spencer’s hair.
“Stop squirming so much!” Spencer says and bites at the place he slapped earlier and Brendon twitches.
“Sorry, sorry, just don’t stop, please.”
Spencer squeezes him gently, feeling a bit sorry that he used his teeth on him but, fuck, his head hurts from the hit. Brendon is getting all these muscles on his thighs and become pretty strong now that he goes surfing almost everyday, so it totally hurts.
“Spencer, please, please, please -“
“Oh, shut up,” Spencer is actually amused, looking down at Brendon’s rock hard, leaking cock, and he bends down again to lick at the tip and swallows the precome. He licks around the head teasingly before moving down and taking him deep, his hand gripping Brendon’s hip on one side and his thigh on the other side, where bruises will definitely form soon. Brendon lets out an appreciative groan, trying to buck his hips off the bed but Spencer’s hands are holding him down, strong and sure.
It’s the first time they go past first base, to be honest, they were too busy dealing with Ryan and Jon, and the break up, and Pete, and then moving in together. Before this, there were only hot make out sessions as they’re trying to comfort each other from their fragile situation that was supposed to settle everything down, but in the end still hurt everyone equally. Spencer doesn’t even know if Brendon’s just fooling around with him, or if he’s serious, because they’re so comfortable with what they have and it never came up in the first place.
Brendon’s hands are back on his hair, pulling carefully and petting so it won’t hurt too badly. “So good, shit.”
Spencer hums, happy that Brendon finally can control himself from flailing, and he braces himself before deep throating Brendon as a reward. Brendon curses and squirms again, and Spencer pulls off quickly to save his ear from Brendon’s knee but-
“FUCK!”
“Fuck, what the fuck?” Brendon gets up, his cock bobbing on his stomach and saw Spencer crouching on the bed, covering his left eye and groaning painfully.
“YOU FUCKING KNEED MY EYE, YOU DICKWAD!”
“Ohmygod,” Brendon gasps, and he actually wants to laugh at how funny the situation is, minus his neglected throbbing erection and Spencer’s eye, and he quickly tries to pull Spencer’s hand off his face to see how bad it was. “Oh my god, are you okay?”
“Shit, no, I’m not okay,” Spencer grumbles, checking his palm for blood.
“It’s not bleeding, thank god.”
Spencer’s left eye feels heavy. “It’s going to swell, fuck my life, I was sucking my boyfriend off and he gave me a black eye.”
“I’m sorry!” Brendon cries out, caressing the side of Spencer’s face with his hand. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to!”
Spencer is the injured one, but Brendon’s the one who looks like someone drowned his puppy. “Stop looking so sad and go put your goddamn boxers on. Get me some ice.”
“Right, ice,” he nods, getting off the bed and picking his boxers off the floor before putting it on (he’s still hard, what the fuck). Spencer sighs and puts his boxers on as well, and hears Brendon returning from the kitchen with an ice pack. He goes to the dresser and peeks to see how bad it looks. His eye isn’t black yet, but it’s already swelling and throbbing madly.
Brendon smiles at his reflection. “Here, let me kiss it better.” Brendon presses his chest to Spencer’s back and turns his head sideways to kiss on his left eye. “I’m so sorry.”
“You so owe me a blowjob now,” Spencer suppresses a smile and takes the ice pack from his hand, then presses it onto his eye. “And you’re going grocery shopping alone tomorrow because I really don’t wanna go out with a black eye.”
“Dude, you’d look badass with one black eye!”
“Badass my ass,” Spencer glares at Brendon on the mirror and Brendon laughs, burying his face on Spencer’s shoulder with his arms wrapping around Spencer’s torso. Spencer observes their reflections, how good they look together and ignoring Brendon’s half hard cock against his thigh, and then Brendon mumbles something inaudible against his skin.
“What?”
“What you said just now, did you mean it?” Brendon looks up to look at Spencer on the mirror.
“What did I say, precisely?” he only remembers cursing. A lot.
Brendon buries his face again and Spencer can feel him grinning. “About you sucking your boyfriend off and he gave you a black eye?”
It took Spencer a moment before getting the point. “Oh,” he bites his lower lip and turns around gingerly. “I - I wasn’t thinking. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
Brendon draws away but keeps his arms around Spencer. “But I want to. Be your boyfriend,” he smiles shyly at him, “if you want that.”
“God, you are so middle school,” Spencer laughs, ignoring the throbbing on his eyes and head and drinking in the sight of Brendon’s bright smile instead.
“I take that as a yes.”
“Yes, Brendon, I want to be your boyfriend. There, I said it.”
“Squee.”
“What the fuck, you don’t say ‘squee’ in real life, dude. You are so lame.”
“Shut up, I’m happy. Now kiss me.”
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction. Title and cut text from Beware! Cougar! by The Academy Is.
Summary: Brendon is getting all these muscles on his thighs and become pretty strong now that he goes surfing almost everyday.
Author's Note: Written for the schmoop_bingo prompt injury - minor. Kudos to seratonation for the beta job and for listening to me angsting about this.
“Keep still,” Spencer slaps his thigh as he pulled off Brendon’s cock. “You’re choking me with your dick.”
“Sorry,” Brendon pets his hair apologetically. He can practically hear Spencer’s eyes rolling before he goes down again, pinning Brendon’s hips firmly onto the bed. He swallows around Brendon’s cock, pulls out a little and sucks on the head before repeating it. The broken noises that escape Brendon’s mouth are getting him so hard, and fuck if he doesn’t love this.
Except that Brendon can’t seem to stay still for 2 minutes, because as sexy as he sounds, the squirming makes Spencer annoyed as hell. Spencer swears next time he does this he’s going to tie Brendon’s hands and legs to the bedposts. When Brendon’s pointy knee hits him on the ear the third time, Spencer scraped his teeth on the underside of Brendon’s cock along the vein. Brendon curses a blue streak and pulls at Spencer’s hair.
“Stop squirming so much!” Spencer says and bites at the place he slapped earlier and Brendon twitches.
“Sorry, sorry, just don’t stop, please.”
Spencer squeezes him gently, feeling a bit sorry that he used his teeth on him but, fuck, his head hurts from the hit. Brendon is getting all these muscles on his thighs and become pretty strong now that he goes surfing almost everyday, so it totally hurts.
“Spencer, please, please, please -“
“Oh, shut up,” Spencer is actually amused, looking down at Brendon’s rock hard, leaking cock, and he bends down again to lick at the tip and swallows the precome. He licks around the head teasingly before moving down and taking him deep, his hand gripping Brendon’s hip on one side and his thigh on the other side, where bruises will definitely form soon. Brendon lets out an appreciative groan, trying to buck his hips off the bed but Spencer’s hands are holding him down, strong and sure.
It’s the first time they go past first base, to be honest, they were too busy dealing with Ryan and Jon, and the break up, and Pete, and then moving in together. Before this, there were only hot make out sessions as they’re trying to comfort each other from their fragile situation that was supposed to settle everything down, but in the end still hurt everyone equally. Spencer doesn’t even know if Brendon’s just fooling around with him, or if he’s serious, because they’re so comfortable with what they have and it never came up in the first place.
Brendon’s hands are back on his hair, pulling carefully and petting so it won’t hurt too badly. “So good, shit.”
Spencer hums, happy that Brendon finally can control himself from flailing, and he braces himself before deep throating Brendon as a reward. Brendon curses and squirms again, and Spencer pulls off quickly to save his ear from Brendon’s knee but-
“FUCK!”
“Fuck, what the fuck?” Brendon gets up, his cock bobbing on his stomach and saw Spencer crouching on the bed, covering his left eye and groaning painfully.
“YOU FUCKING KNEED MY EYE, YOU DICKWAD!”
“Ohmygod,” Brendon gasps, and he actually wants to laugh at how funny the situation is, minus his neglected throbbing erection and Spencer’s eye, and he quickly tries to pull Spencer’s hand off his face to see how bad it was. “Oh my god, are you okay?”
“Shit, no, I’m not okay,” Spencer grumbles, checking his palm for blood.
“It’s not bleeding, thank god.”
Spencer’s left eye feels heavy. “It’s going to swell, fuck my life, I was sucking my boyfriend off and he gave me a black eye.”
“I’m sorry!” Brendon cries out, caressing the side of Spencer’s face with his hand. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to!”
Spencer is the injured one, but Brendon’s the one who looks like someone drowned his puppy. “Stop looking so sad and go put your goddamn boxers on. Get me some ice.”
“Right, ice,” he nods, getting off the bed and picking his boxers off the floor before putting it on (he’s still hard, what the fuck). Spencer sighs and puts his boxers on as well, and hears Brendon returning from the kitchen with an ice pack. He goes to the dresser and peeks to see how bad it looks. His eye isn’t black yet, but it’s already swelling and throbbing madly.
Brendon smiles at his reflection. “Here, let me kiss it better.” Brendon presses his chest to Spencer’s back and turns his head sideways to kiss on his left eye. “I’m so sorry.”
“You so owe me a blowjob now,” Spencer suppresses a smile and takes the ice pack from his hand, then presses it onto his eye. “And you’re going grocery shopping alone tomorrow because I really don’t wanna go out with a black eye.”
“Dude, you’d look badass with one black eye!”
“Badass my ass,” Spencer glares at Brendon on the mirror and Brendon laughs, burying his face on Spencer’s shoulder with his arms wrapping around Spencer’s torso. Spencer observes their reflections, how good they look together and ignoring Brendon’s half hard cock against his thigh, and then Brendon mumbles something inaudible against his skin.
“What?”
“What you said just now, did you mean it?” Brendon looks up to look at Spencer on the mirror.
“What did I say, precisely?” he only remembers cursing. A lot.
Brendon buries his face again and Spencer can feel him grinning. “About you sucking your boyfriend off and he gave you a black eye?”
It took Spencer a moment before getting the point. “Oh,” he bites his lower lip and turns around gingerly. “I - I wasn’t thinking. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
Brendon draws away but keeps his arms around Spencer. “But I want to. Be your boyfriend,” he smiles shyly at him, “if you want that.”
“God, you are so middle school,” Spencer laughs, ignoring the throbbing on his eyes and head and drinking in the sight of Brendon’s bright smile instead.
“I take that as a yes.”
“Yes, Brendon, I want to be your boyfriend. There, I said it.”
“Squee.”
“What the fuck, you don’t say ‘squee’ in real life, dude. You are so lame.”
“Shut up, I’m happy. Now kiss me.”