[fic] we are nowhere and it's now
So uh .......
I ... wrote really fucked up threesome porn?
In my head it's meant as a followup to this drabble by disarm-d, but it could just be generic fucked-up threesome porn if you are into things that are messed up i guess.
Yeah.
we are nowhere and it's now
brendon gets fucked up. 1,881 words. nc-17. will/gabe/brendon.
"Oh, whoa now," Gabe says. "Hey Brendon."
"Hi. Hi. Gabe, how are you? Tell me how you are, Gabe," Brendon says. Gabe's sitting in a booth and drinking something, and Brendon is leaning in from the side. He doesn't quite qualify as standing up anymore, the way he's draped all over Gabe.
"Soberer than thou, tiny dancer."
"You were here! You know I'm not drunk. Gabe. Would I get drunk? Really? Do you think I would do that, Gabe?"
"Yes."
"Touche," Brendon says. He nuzzles Gabe's cheek. Gabe is really warm. Gabe is tall and skinny and radiating heat, and Brendon tries to get into Gabe's lap but there's a table in the way and he doesn't quite fit. Gabe scoots over, and Brendon manages to sort of plaster himself over Gabe sideways. He's part on the seat but mostly on Gabe, with one foot maybe intruding on Will's personal space, but Will is just sort of watching with sleepy amusement. "Far, far too shay! There's just too much of that going around these days."
"What the fuck?" Gabe laughs. Gabe laughs, but he's got his hand on Brendon's face, fingers hot against Brendon's cheek. Brendon pushes into his touch, then tries to keep going and ends up with his mouth against Gabe's and maybe Gabe misinterprets that, but Brendon's not going to disabuse him. The situation's open to interpretation.
"Believe in what you want," Brendon sort-of mumbles into it, which means more tongue from Gabe. Brendon feels sort of like he's melting. Like he could be part of this, part of something more forever.
Later, somehow, somehow, Gabe is saying, "Come on. Pete's got his iPhone out. I mean, I don't mind pictures, but your band might. Let's go somewhere else."
"Okay."
Will says, "Hey, where are you headed, back to the hotel?"
"Maybe," Gabe says. "If the kid can get that far."
"Yes," Brendon says.
"I'm bored; I'll come with you guys," Will says. He's just been people-watching all night, sort of over-reserved and distant. He says, "You gonna tell your friends you're leaving?"
Brendon sings, "You're the reason I'm leaving." The reference is a bit off, but the sentiment is the same. "Anyway. No. Spencer is a diver."
"What?"
"You know what I meant!"
"Not really," Gabe says.
"He was," Brendon says, then makes his fingers into a V in front of his mouth, sticks his tongue out, because somebody finally told him what that meant and he still doesn't quite get it, but.
"Oh, I see," Will laughs. "You watch?"
"No." Brendon says, "All I watch is concerts and movies."
"I watch television," Will says. "And porn."
"And porn," Gabe says.
In the cab, Brendon tries to see if he can be on Will and Gabe at the same time, and Will just laughs at his attempts and doesn't try to make him stop, so Brendon figures it's okay if he just. Touches. Will has really nice skin.
"Hey, whoa now," Will says, though, "Clothes on."
"But," Brendon says. "You -- We have to take our clothes off," he intones solemnly. "To have a good time, William Beckett. Back me up here, Gabe. Gabe, you like good times."
"It's true, I do," Gabe says.
"That was a terrible rhyme," Brendon says. He takes his shirt off.
The cab driver is ignoring them. He says, "Twenty five dollars."
"What! That is outrageous, sir, and I do not consent."
Will just hands over some money without checking how much, and steps out of the cab, and he's really tall, Brendon forgets this sometime but it's like Will unfolds out of the car and he's. Just.
"You're really tall," Brendon says.
Gabe is too.
Brendon walks between the two of them, arm in arm and smiling, and they sing songs that later Brendon can't remember. (Will has Brendon's shirt over his shoulder.)
Brendon keeps curling and uncurling his toes, because he can hardly feel them, and he takes his shoes off in the elevator and then leans up to kiss Gabe again because Gabe is laughing at him and he wants to be taken seriously.
"This is serious business," Brendon tells him, and Gabe is still sort of laughing.
Will says, "You're mixing this up with the Internet."
The elevator stops, and Brendon feels sort of like he's floating. The world is in slow motion and he feels sort of dizzy and he wonders if maybe they're stuck and then the doors open and Will has one of his hands and Gabe has the other and they are pulling him free from whatever it is holding him back. Brendon follows gratefully.
Brendon's not actually sure whose hotel room they're in, exactly, just that they're in a hotel room now and that means he can wriggle out of his pants. "Will, Will, you should take your shirt off too."
Gabe says, "What about me? I'm hurt."
Brendon starts to laugh but sort of snorts instead, and turns to help Gabe. "You silly goose," he says.
Gabe cracks up. Will's snickering, and it takes him a minute but he ends up out-and-out laughing too, and Brendon didn't think it was that funny but apparently it is, and that's funny in itself.
Brendon pushes Gabe back down on the bed, just because he already knows Gabe is willing and it's easier that way. He's still curling and uncurling his toes. With his hands, though, he's trying to touch as much of Gabe as he can. He keeps pressing his cheeks to Gabe's chest, and his hands are going wherever they want, really, and he is lazy and graceless and. And Will is kissing Gabe, which, okay, unfair, but Will's got a hand at his waist, and that extra bit of touch is nice.
Brendon scrambles off of Gabe and tries to reel Will in.
Will and Gabe share this look, and Brendon can't figure out what it means because it's gone too fast but then Will is there and touching him and Brendon is sighing into it, Brendon is trying to become a meaningful part of this. He wants it so bad.
Then Will's mouth is around the head of his cock. Will's tongue is smooth and broad and he licks up and Brendon's sort of maybe a little overwhelmed.
Gabe says, "Someone's going to think we're killing you."
Brendon didn't even realize he was making a sound. He doesn't know what sound it is, because he stops and tries to keep quiet even with Will going down on him. (He shivers and wriggles and, and Gabe is holding onto him and whispering things to him and Brendon doesn't even care what he's saying anymore. He's pretty sure it's Spanish.)
Then Gabe's saying something that Brendon almost understands, and he turns his head and says, "Huh?" and Gabe traces a finger down the line of his spine and stops just at the curve of Brendon's ass and he says, slowly, patiently like he's repeating himself, like he's talking to a child maybe, "So, can I?"
"Uhm," Brendon says, and tilts his head back, ah! before he says, "Okay, okay, yes, okay."
Will laughs, this quick exhalation of air through his nostrils and this sort of tremor against Brendon's dick, and Brendon really has no idea how he hasn't come yet.
Then Gabe's pressing one wet sticky finger into him, and another faster than Brendon would usually approve of but he's so easy and relaxed and it feels good; he rocks back. He closes his eyes (he sees black, he sees that girl and her dress pushed up out of the way around her waist, sees, sees) he opens his eyes.
Gabe says, "Will."
Will sits back, sits up and stretches, arms high above his head and Brendon watches him until Gabe says, "So, him or me?"
Brendon says, "I don't care, I don't care."
Gabe laughs. He says, "Okay, my turn."
Will watches.
Brendon is laying on his back and Gabe is holding one of his legs back. He's almost a little sleepy (hums to himself, feeling so good just the way that we should when it's nine in the afternoon because he keeps getting snatches of song in his head). Gabe takes a minute to find his mark, and his dick bumps against Brendon's taint before actually pushing in. Brendon giggles.
"I thought this was serious business?" Gabe says.
Brendon just nods, and pushes his hips up, grits his teeth because. He wants more, and he wants Gabe to like it, wants this to be okay.
Gabe doesn't ask but he thrusts in, out, this quick-snap rhythm, and Brendon's okay with it. He doesn't even realize he's coming until he does, until his stomach is wet and sticky with it and he lets out the breath he didn't know he was holding.
Gabe's still fucking him, and. Brendon turns his head. "Will, Will," he says.
Will says, "I like to watch." Brendon's eyes finally focus, and he finally registers that Will's jerking off to this, to him and Gabe, but it seems like Will gets the hint anyway and he leans in to kiss Brendon. Brendon likes his hair, runs his hands through it. Maybe Brendon's starting to feel a little overstimulated, but Gabe's movements get jerkier for a second and his breathing hitches and Will twists up to kiss him instead for a minute, and.
Brendon just feels sort of dirty when he pulls out. But then Will is back, with the soft brush of his hair and his lips against Brendon's ear, saying, hey thanks.
Brendon stretches his legs out; his knees are a little sore. Will rubs his hands down Brendon's legs, massaging tired muscles. Brendon still feels warm, part-melted but maybe like he's starting to congeal a little, like there's a film over everything. He can't decide if he wants to throw up or go to sleep or keep going or what.
Gabe is -- Brendon's not sure where Gabe is, actually, so he asks.
Will tilts his head to the side, and they both hear it at the same time. "Shower," Will says needlessly.
"Oh, thanks," Brendon says. "Okay."
Will says, "Do you want to go back now? I mean, you'll probably have to catch up with your band at some point. They're probably worried."
Brendon gets up and goes looking for his pants, checks his phone because that's a good point, he didn't tell the guys where he went and they're probably worried about him and -- there's no calls, and the only message is from way earlier in the night, from one of the guys from The Cab reminding him that they're playing a show tomorrow.
Today, actually, since it's now early morning instead of late night.
He replies with a but what if i am busy what will u do then!!!!! and hopes he'll actually remember to go.
Will's watching him. "So?"
"Oh," Brendon says. "I'm going to a show."
"Aha," Will says.
"The guys didn't," he says. "I mean, not even -- yeah. It's okay, though, they probably just saw me leaving or something."
"Well, hey, look at it this way," Will says. "You're old enough to take care of yourself. They know that. They trust you, right?"
"I guess."
I ... wrote really fucked up threesome porn?
In my head it's meant as a followup to this drabble by disarm-d, but it could just be generic fucked-up threesome porn if you are into things that are messed up i guess.
Yeah.
we are nowhere and it's now
brendon gets fucked up. 1,881 words. nc-17. will/gabe/brendon.
"Oh, whoa now," Gabe says. "Hey Brendon."
"Hi. Hi. Gabe, how are you? Tell me how you are, Gabe," Brendon says. Gabe's sitting in a booth and drinking something, and Brendon is leaning in from the side. He doesn't quite qualify as standing up anymore, the way he's draped all over Gabe.
"Soberer than thou, tiny dancer."
"You were here! You know I'm not drunk. Gabe. Would I get drunk? Really? Do you think I would do that, Gabe?"
"Yes."
"Touche," Brendon says. He nuzzles Gabe's cheek. Gabe is really warm. Gabe is tall and skinny and radiating heat, and Brendon tries to get into Gabe's lap but there's a table in the way and he doesn't quite fit. Gabe scoots over, and Brendon manages to sort of plaster himself over Gabe sideways. He's part on the seat but mostly on Gabe, with one foot maybe intruding on Will's personal space, but Will is just sort of watching with sleepy amusement. "Far, far too shay! There's just too much of that going around these days."
"What the fuck?" Gabe laughs. Gabe laughs, but he's got his hand on Brendon's face, fingers hot against Brendon's cheek. Brendon pushes into his touch, then tries to keep going and ends up with his mouth against Gabe's and maybe Gabe misinterprets that, but Brendon's not going to disabuse him. The situation's open to interpretation.
"Believe in what you want," Brendon sort-of mumbles into it, which means more tongue from Gabe. Brendon feels sort of like he's melting. Like he could be part of this, part of something more forever.
Later, somehow, somehow, Gabe is saying, "Come on. Pete's got his iPhone out. I mean, I don't mind pictures, but your band might. Let's go somewhere else."
"Okay."
Will says, "Hey, where are you headed, back to the hotel?"
"Maybe," Gabe says. "If the kid can get that far."
"Yes," Brendon says.
"I'm bored; I'll come with you guys," Will says. He's just been people-watching all night, sort of over-reserved and distant. He says, "You gonna tell your friends you're leaving?"
Brendon sings, "You're the reason I'm leaving." The reference is a bit off, but the sentiment is the same. "Anyway. No. Spencer is a diver."
"What?"
"You know what I meant!"
"Not really," Gabe says.
"He was," Brendon says, then makes his fingers into a V in front of his mouth, sticks his tongue out, because somebody finally told him what that meant and he still doesn't quite get it, but.
"Oh, I see," Will laughs. "You watch?"
"No." Brendon says, "All I watch is concerts and movies."
"I watch television," Will says. "And porn."
"And porn," Gabe says.
In the cab, Brendon tries to see if he can be on Will and Gabe at the same time, and Will just laughs at his attempts and doesn't try to make him stop, so Brendon figures it's okay if he just. Touches. Will has really nice skin.
"Hey, whoa now," Will says, though, "Clothes on."
"But," Brendon says. "You -- We have to take our clothes off," he intones solemnly. "To have a good time, William Beckett. Back me up here, Gabe. Gabe, you like good times."
"It's true, I do," Gabe says.
"That was a terrible rhyme," Brendon says. He takes his shirt off.
The cab driver is ignoring them. He says, "Twenty five dollars."
"What! That is outrageous, sir, and I do not consent."
Will just hands over some money without checking how much, and steps out of the cab, and he's really tall, Brendon forgets this sometime but it's like Will unfolds out of the car and he's. Just.
"You're really tall," Brendon says.
Gabe is too.
Brendon walks between the two of them, arm in arm and smiling, and they sing songs that later Brendon can't remember. (Will has Brendon's shirt over his shoulder.)
Brendon keeps curling and uncurling his toes, because he can hardly feel them, and he takes his shoes off in the elevator and then leans up to kiss Gabe again because Gabe is laughing at him and he wants to be taken seriously.
"This is serious business," Brendon tells him, and Gabe is still sort of laughing.
Will says, "You're mixing this up with the Internet."
The elevator stops, and Brendon feels sort of like he's floating. The world is in slow motion and he feels sort of dizzy and he wonders if maybe they're stuck and then the doors open and Will has one of his hands and Gabe has the other and they are pulling him free from whatever it is holding him back. Brendon follows gratefully.
Brendon's not actually sure whose hotel room they're in, exactly, just that they're in a hotel room now and that means he can wriggle out of his pants. "Will, Will, you should take your shirt off too."
Gabe says, "What about me? I'm hurt."
Brendon starts to laugh but sort of snorts instead, and turns to help Gabe. "You silly goose," he says.
Gabe cracks up. Will's snickering, and it takes him a minute but he ends up out-and-out laughing too, and Brendon didn't think it was that funny but apparently it is, and that's funny in itself.
Brendon pushes Gabe back down on the bed, just because he already knows Gabe is willing and it's easier that way. He's still curling and uncurling his toes. With his hands, though, he's trying to touch as much of Gabe as he can. He keeps pressing his cheeks to Gabe's chest, and his hands are going wherever they want, really, and he is lazy and graceless and. And Will is kissing Gabe, which, okay, unfair, but Will's got a hand at his waist, and that extra bit of touch is nice.
Brendon scrambles off of Gabe and tries to reel Will in.
Will and Gabe share this look, and Brendon can't figure out what it means because it's gone too fast but then Will is there and touching him and Brendon is sighing into it, Brendon is trying to become a meaningful part of this. He wants it so bad.
Then Will's mouth is around the head of his cock. Will's tongue is smooth and broad and he licks up and Brendon's sort of maybe a little overwhelmed.
Gabe says, "Someone's going to think we're killing you."
Brendon didn't even realize he was making a sound. He doesn't know what sound it is, because he stops and tries to keep quiet even with Will going down on him. (He shivers and wriggles and, and Gabe is holding onto him and whispering things to him and Brendon doesn't even care what he's saying anymore. He's pretty sure it's Spanish.)
Then Gabe's saying something that Brendon almost understands, and he turns his head and says, "Huh?" and Gabe traces a finger down the line of his spine and stops just at the curve of Brendon's ass and he says, slowly, patiently like he's repeating himself, like he's talking to a child maybe, "So, can I?"
"Uhm," Brendon says, and tilts his head back, ah! before he says, "Okay, okay, yes, okay."
Will laughs, this quick exhalation of air through his nostrils and this sort of tremor against Brendon's dick, and Brendon really has no idea how he hasn't come yet.
Then Gabe's pressing one wet sticky finger into him, and another faster than Brendon would usually approve of but he's so easy and relaxed and it feels good; he rocks back. He closes his eyes (he sees black, he sees that girl and her dress pushed up out of the way around her waist, sees, sees) he opens his eyes.
Gabe says, "Will."
Will sits back, sits up and stretches, arms high above his head and Brendon watches him until Gabe says, "So, him or me?"
Brendon says, "I don't care, I don't care."
Gabe laughs. He says, "Okay, my turn."
Will watches.
Brendon is laying on his back and Gabe is holding one of his legs back. He's almost a little sleepy (hums to himself, feeling so good just the way that we should when it's nine in the afternoon because he keeps getting snatches of song in his head). Gabe takes a minute to find his mark, and his dick bumps against Brendon's taint before actually pushing in. Brendon giggles.
"I thought this was serious business?" Gabe says.
Brendon just nods, and pushes his hips up, grits his teeth because. He wants more, and he wants Gabe to like it, wants this to be okay.
Gabe doesn't ask but he thrusts in, out, this quick-snap rhythm, and Brendon's okay with it. He doesn't even realize he's coming until he does, until his stomach is wet and sticky with it and he lets out the breath he didn't know he was holding.
Gabe's still fucking him, and. Brendon turns his head. "Will, Will," he says.
Will says, "I like to watch." Brendon's eyes finally focus, and he finally registers that Will's jerking off to this, to him and Gabe, but it seems like Will gets the hint anyway and he leans in to kiss Brendon. Brendon likes his hair, runs his hands through it. Maybe Brendon's starting to feel a little overstimulated, but Gabe's movements get jerkier for a second and his breathing hitches and Will twists up to kiss him instead for a minute, and.
Brendon just feels sort of dirty when he pulls out. But then Will is back, with the soft brush of his hair and his lips against Brendon's ear, saying, hey thanks.
Brendon stretches his legs out; his knees are a little sore. Will rubs his hands down Brendon's legs, massaging tired muscles. Brendon still feels warm, part-melted but maybe like he's starting to congeal a little, like there's a film over everything. He can't decide if he wants to throw up or go to sleep or keep going or what.
Gabe is -- Brendon's not sure where Gabe is, actually, so he asks.
Will tilts his head to the side, and they both hear it at the same time. "Shower," Will says needlessly.
"Oh, thanks," Brendon says. "Okay."
Will says, "Do you want to go back now? I mean, you'll probably have to catch up with your band at some point. They're probably worried."
Brendon gets up and goes looking for his pants, checks his phone because that's a good point, he didn't tell the guys where he went and they're probably worried about him and -- there's no calls, and the only message is from way earlier in the night, from one of the guys from The Cab reminding him that they're playing a show tomorrow.
Today, actually, since it's now early morning instead of late night.
He replies with a but what if i am busy what will u do then!!!!! and hopes he'll actually remember to go.
Will's watching him. "So?"
"Oh," Brendon says. "I'm going to a show."
"Aha," Will says.
"The guys didn't," he says. "I mean, not even -- yeah. It's okay, though, they probably just saw me leaving or something."
"Well, hey, look at it this way," Will says. "You're old enough to take care of yourself. They know that. They trust you, right?"
"I guess."