Fill: Baby, It's Cold Outside 2/2redorchidsDecember 21 2010, 21:34:36 UTC
Jon presses a last kiss to Brendon’s chest and moves in closer, pulling him up until Brendon is practically sitting in his lap. Ryan leans in over Jon’s shoulder, catching Brendon’s lips in a kiss while one of his hands finds its way into Spencer’s hair. Brendon moans.
Jon grabs one of Brendon’s hands, bringing it to his mouth and sucking two fingers into his mouth, curling his tongue around them. Once they’re warm, he takes the next two, then the thumb, and lastly, he turns the hand over to blow warm air at Brendon’s palm.
“There,” he says. “No more cold hands.”
Brendon breaks the kiss with Ryan and tips his head back, smiling into it when Jon places an upside-down kiss on his lips. His now-warm hand finds its way down Ryan’s side, across his hip. Ryan still gasps when Brendon’s fingers wrap themselves around his dick, but all four of them know it’s more for show than anything. Brendon smiles and squeezes a little harder, earning a low groan as well as he starts moving his hand.
“That’s good,” Ryan says, getting a little breathless as Jon puts his hand over Brendon’s and starts stroking as well. “A little harder, come on.”
He tangles his fingers more firmly in Spencer’s hair, pressing Spencer down, making him go deeper as he blows Brendon, knowing Spencer gets off on being pushed around during sex more than he’d ever admit to anyone who isn’t part of their strange little world. He keeps controlling Spencer’s rhythm until Brendon starts babbling, begging Spencer to go faster, just give him a little more, at witch point he pulls hard at Spencer’s hair, making him let go of Brendon’s cock and holding him steady right above it, just far enough away that Brendon can’t touch the head of his dick against Spencer’s lips when he thrusts his hips forward.
“Tongue,” Ryan says, smiling as Jon takes it as a cue to muffle the sound Brendon makes with a deep kiss. “Hold out your tongue, Spence.”
Spencer does, pointing the tip and flicking it slowly over the slit at the top of Brendon’s dick, pushing a little, making Brendon squirm. Ryan lets go of Spencer’s hair, reaching down lower to play with Brendon’s balls while Jon keeps kissing him, hands moving down to stroke over Brendon’s ass.
Brendon starts to shake and Spencer parts his lips, taking in the head with sharp, shallow pulls. Brendon nearly shouts when he comes, shuddering through it as he fills Spencer’s mouth, trying to push back into Jon’s hands and down into Ryan’s all at the same time. Spencer swallows neatly and gets off his knees, pulling Brendon down to lie on his back again and climbing up to sprawl on top of him.
Brendon makes a happy, satisfied sound and wraps both arm around him.
“Seriously,” Ryan huffs, still thrusting into Jon’s hand, which is now working sadly alone. “You’re just gonna leave it there?”
“We’re tired,” Brendon protests, giving Ryan his best puppy-eyed look. “And I’m all warm and toasty now.”
“See if I ever fuck you again,” Ryan says bitchily. “Jon, you feel like sleeping too?”
Jon tilts his head like he’s considering it, failing to hide a smile as Ryan narrows his eyes. “Nah. Wanna hit the showers?”
“Yes,” Ryan says fervently, getting to his feet and dragging Jon out of the sauna, practically by his dick. Spencer and Brendon watch them go, waiting exactly five seconds after the door slides shut before they both start to snicker.
“You are evil,” Spencer says, pressing a slow kiss to Brendon’s chest and looking up to smile at him.
“Yeah, well,” Brendon says, straining up to catch Spencer’s bottom lip, “He kind of deserved it.”
“Never insult another guy’s dick if you want him to suck yours,” Spencer agrees solemnly.
Brendon laughs and kisses him again. “Exactly So, where were we?”
Spencer moves his hips in reply, grinding them down in a slow circle against Brendon’s thigh. Brendon’s hands slide down his back, urging him on, and Spencer feels the heat pooling in his stomach coil a little tighter as he finds Brendon’s lips in a long, lazy kiss.
Jon grabs one of Brendon’s hands, bringing it to his mouth and sucking two fingers into his mouth, curling his tongue around them. Once they’re warm, he takes the next two, then the thumb, and lastly, he turns the hand over to blow warm air at Brendon’s palm.
“There,” he says. “No more cold hands.”
Brendon breaks the kiss with Ryan and tips his head back, smiling into it when Jon places an upside-down kiss on his lips. His now-warm hand finds its way down Ryan’s side, across his hip. Ryan still gasps when Brendon’s fingers wrap themselves around his dick, but all four of them know it’s more for show than anything. Brendon smiles and squeezes a little harder, earning a low groan as well as he starts moving his hand.
“That’s good,” Ryan says, getting a little breathless as Jon puts his hand over Brendon’s and starts stroking as well. “A little harder, come on.”
He tangles his fingers more firmly in Spencer’s hair, pressing Spencer down, making him go deeper as he blows Brendon, knowing Spencer gets off on being pushed around during sex more than he’d ever admit to anyone who isn’t part of their strange little world. He keeps controlling Spencer’s rhythm until Brendon starts babbling, begging Spencer to go faster, just give him a little more, at witch point he pulls hard at Spencer’s hair, making him let go of Brendon’s cock and holding him steady right above it, just far enough away that Brendon can’t touch the head of his dick against Spencer’s lips when he thrusts his hips forward.
“Tongue,” Ryan says, smiling as Jon takes it as a cue to muffle the sound Brendon makes with a deep kiss. “Hold out your tongue, Spence.”
Spencer does, pointing the tip and flicking it slowly over the slit at the top of Brendon’s dick, pushing a little, making Brendon squirm. Ryan lets go of Spencer’s hair, reaching down lower to play with Brendon’s balls while Jon keeps kissing him, hands moving down to stroke over Brendon’s ass.
Brendon starts to shake and Spencer parts his lips, taking in the head with sharp, shallow pulls. Brendon nearly shouts when he comes, shuddering through it as he fills Spencer’s mouth, trying to push back into Jon’s hands and down into Ryan’s all at the same time. Spencer swallows neatly and gets off his knees, pulling Brendon down to lie on his back again and climbing up to sprawl on top of him.
Brendon makes a happy, satisfied sound and wraps both arm around him.
“Seriously,” Ryan huffs, still thrusting into Jon’s hand, which is now working sadly alone. “You’re just gonna leave it there?”
“We’re tired,” Brendon protests, giving Ryan his best puppy-eyed look. “And I’m all warm and toasty now.”
“See if I ever fuck you again,” Ryan says bitchily. “Jon, you feel like sleeping too?”
Jon tilts his head like he’s considering it, failing to hide a smile as Ryan narrows his eyes. “Nah. Wanna hit the showers?”
“Yes,” Ryan says fervently, getting to his feet and dragging Jon out of the sauna, practically by his dick. Spencer and Brendon watch them go, waiting exactly five seconds after the door slides shut before they both start to snicker.
“You are evil,” Spencer says, pressing a slow kiss to Brendon’s chest and looking up to smile at him.
“Yeah, well,” Brendon says, straining up to catch Spencer’s bottom lip, “He kind of deserved it.”
“Never insult another guy’s dick if you want him to suck yours,” Spencer agrees solemnly.
Brendon laughs and kisses him again. “Exactly So, where were we?”
Spencer moves his hips in reply, grinding them down in a slow circle against Brendon’s thigh. Brendon’s hands slide down his back, urging him on, and Spencer feels the heat pooling in his stomach coil a little tighter as he finds Brendon’s lips in a long, lazy kiss.
THE END
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Cocky!Ryan is awesome :D
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