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[ originally posted in audreyrev's kink meme.]
Characters/Pairing: Brendon/Jon
Rating: R
Summary: Jon and Brendon and bunks. and noises.
Word count: 519
Some days, it disturbs Jon when he realises he knows what his bandmates sound like jerking off. On other days, he figures that's just life, it's to be expected, four boys living in each others' pockets all day and night.
Ryan's kind of cocky about it, all low moans and sighs. The first week, Jon couldn't look him in the face without flushing. He's heard - and seen - worse with The Academy, but somehow, it's like Ryan wants to be heard.
Spencer growls. And really, that's not much you can say about that. ['Oh, Smith,' Brendon had laughed, wriggling his eyebrows, 'he's an animal in bed. Rawr.']
Brendon, on the other hand, tries to be as quiet as possible, probably a throwback to being the youngest of five in a religious family. And the silence - even when he's asleep or trying to fall asleep, there's sheets rustling and vague sleep-babblings - is the total give away. And right now, Brendon's bunk is moreorless totally quiet.
There's a soft sigh - not loud enough to wake the others, almost quiet enough to go unnoticed, but- but Jon is listening. And he shouldn't be slipping a hand into his boxers, shouldn't be imagining Brendon's hands and lips and fingertips. But. He is.
There's a choked back moan, and his hand moves faster. Eyes shut, heart pounding. he's playing back all the glimpses he's stored in his mind. Brendon on his knees in front of Ryan onstage. Sneaked glances while they're changing, backstage and in hotel rooms. And the rare, rare noises, when Brendon lets his inhibitions slip for just a moment. It's far, far hotter than it should be.
He freezes when he hears movement, soft footsteps towards his bunk. oh god oh god, he thinks, don't come here don't see oh god no and then Brendon is crawling into his bunk.
And Jon's hand is still inside his boxers. And there's another hand joining it. And Brendon is grinning like the cat who got the cream.
'Hi,' he whispers, and Jon just stares at him. 'You're not exactly quiet. Could hear you all the way over there.'
Jon's trying to think of a witty reply, but his brain stopped working at about the same time Brendon slipped his hand inside his boxers.
Brendon's pressing up against him, rubbing himself against Jon's hip as he carefully, slowly jerks Jon off. 'I wondered if you were listening,' Brendon whispers, and it's the same voice that he sings Lying in, and yeah, Jon is pretty much screwed now. 'Because that's... ahh- that's kind of fucking hot, man.'
Jon's bucking his hips up desperately now, praying Ryan and Spencer don't wake up, because he's whimpering and moaning and Brendon just keeps on talking. He's almost sobbing by the time he finally comes. Brendon grinds against him one last time, and shudders, sighing softly.
They lie like that for a while, sweaty and sticky, and eventually Jon wraps an arm around Brendon. It's hot inside the bus, but Brendon curls closer to Jon nevertheless, smiling into his neck.
[on other days, jon listens.]
Characters/Pairing: Brendon/Jon
Rating: R
Summary: Jon and Brendon and bunks. and noises.
Word count: 519
Some days, it disturbs Jon when he realises he knows what his bandmates sound like jerking off. On other days, he figures that's just life, it's to be expected, four boys living in each others' pockets all day and night.
Ryan's kind of cocky about it, all low moans and sighs. The first week, Jon couldn't look him in the face without flushing. He's heard - and seen - worse with The Academy, but somehow, it's like Ryan wants to be heard.
Spencer growls. And really, that's not much you can say about that. ['Oh, Smith,' Brendon had laughed, wriggling his eyebrows, 'he's an animal in bed. Rawr.']
Brendon, on the other hand, tries to be as quiet as possible, probably a throwback to being the youngest of five in a religious family. And the silence - even when he's asleep or trying to fall asleep, there's sheets rustling and vague sleep-babblings - is the total give away. And right now, Brendon's bunk is moreorless totally quiet.
There's a soft sigh - not loud enough to wake the others, almost quiet enough to go unnoticed, but- but Jon is listening. And he shouldn't be slipping a hand into his boxers, shouldn't be imagining Brendon's hands and lips and fingertips. But. He is.
There's a choked back moan, and his hand moves faster. Eyes shut, heart pounding. he's playing back all the glimpses he's stored in his mind. Brendon on his knees in front of Ryan onstage. Sneaked glances while they're changing, backstage and in hotel rooms. And the rare, rare noises, when Brendon lets his inhibitions slip for just a moment. It's far, far hotter than it should be.
He freezes when he hears movement, soft footsteps towards his bunk. oh god oh god, he thinks, don't come here don't see oh god no and then Brendon is crawling into his bunk.
And Jon's hand is still inside his boxers. And there's another hand joining it. And Brendon is grinning like the cat who got the cream.
'Hi,' he whispers, and Jon just stares at him. 'You're not exactly quiet. Could hear you all the way over there.'
Jon's trying to think of a witty reply, but his brain stopped working at about the same time Brendon slipped his hand inside his boxers.
Brendon's pressing up against him, rubbing himself against Jon's hip as he carefully, slowly jerks Jon off. 'I wondered if you were listening,' Brendon whispers, and it's the same voice that he sings Lying in, and yeah, Jon is pretty much screwed now. 'Because that's... ahh- that's kind of fucking hot, man.'
Jon's bucking his hips up desperately now, praying Ryan and Spencer don't wake up, because he's whimpering and moaning and Brendon just keeps on talking. He's almost sobbing by the time he finally comes. Brendon grinds against him one last time, and shudders, sighing softly.
They lie like that for a while, sweaty and sticky, and eventually Jon wraps an arm around Brendon. It's hot inside the bus, but Brendon curls closer to Jon nevertheless, smiling into his neck.
[on other days, jon listens.]