Wonderful Eyes tag -- Spencer/Brendon -- NC-17
Like pretty much everyone else who works retail, I got my ass handed to me today. Thank God it died down ten minutes before close and I didn't have to spend half an hour politely suggesting to people that, hey, we're closing up and I need to get my baristas home before one in the morning, so maybe they could go somewhere else.
Twenty minutes before that, though, I fell in a spectacular way. Note to self: slip-resistant shoes are not slip-proof. I fucked my ankle up pretty bad, and my knee's already swelling and bruising.
And here, have a story tag that takes place after Wonderful Eyes and a Risque Mouth. It's Spencer/Brendon, NC-17, the first time they have the full on sexing.
Spencer reaches for Brendon's arm. "Slower," he says.
"Did I?" Brendon asks, pulling his finger out quickly.
Spencer sucks in air between his teeth. "Fuck," he says. "You can't just. You have to go slow."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," says Brendon. His voice is trembling. "Spencer, I can't. I don't know how to do this."
"It's OK," Spencer says soothingly. "Just. I'll do it, OK?" He takes the lube and spreads it on his fingers, reaches down between his legs and spreads it over his hole. He takes a deep breath as he circles around with his middle finger, then lets it dip in. He slides it in slowly, breathes and concentrates on relaxing. He's done this before, has been touching himself like this for years. He sighs and slides two fingers in, bites his lip at the slow, delicious burn.
"Jesus," Brendon whispers. He slides his hand up and down Spencer's thighs, lifts Spencer's legs so he can see better. "God, you look so fucking hot. You look like porn."
Spencer grins and twists his fingers. He can't quite reach it, the sensitive spot inside, but it still feels good, the sensation of being open and stretched. He thinks about Brendon's cock inside him and shudders.
"Can I?" Brendon asks, and his hand is next to Spencer's, over it. "I think if I..." He slides a finger in alongside Spencer's two and Spencer can't choke back his moan. "Is this OK?" Brendon asks. He's still letting Spencer set the pace. "Can I?"
"Yeah," Spencer breathes. He tips his head back and groans as Brendon slides another finger inside. Brendon changes it up, slides his fingers in as Spencer slides out, and he's constantly full and stretched, Brendon's fingers sliding in deeper than his own. His toes curl and he gasps, "Now. Please, fuck, now."
"Seriously?" Brendon asks.
Spencer nods, pulls his fingers out, takes Brendon's wrist and eases him out, too. "Now," he says.
Brendon nods and strokes his cock a couple of times. He bites his lower lips as he rolls on the condom. He says, "Tell me if you want me to stop," but his voice is still shaking and Spencer's not sure that either one of them could stop.
Brendon grips the base of his cock and presses the tip against Spencer's hole and then he's sliding in and Spencer's toes curl and he tips his head back and gasps for breath.
"Jesus, Jesus," Brendon is whispering over and over again. "Spencer, I don't know if I, I can't--"
"It's OK," Spencer whispers, reaching up to stroke Brendon's hip. "It's good. Don't hold back."
"Oh, thank God," Brendon moans as his hips begin to roll. He's thrusting deep, hands on either side of Spencer's shoulders, holding him up. Spencer slides his hands over Brendon's chest and shoulders, down his arms, then reaches for his own cock.
It still feels strange, being spread open like that. It still feels like it's too much, but it's so, so good. He doesn't know if he'll ever get used to it, if he'll ever get to the point where it doesn't hurt just a little bit, but he doesn't care. That tiny little bit of pain makes it better somehow, sharpens the spikes of pleasure that slice through him, heats the liquid pleasure pooling in his spine.
He wraps his legs around Brendon's waist, uses the jerks of Brendon's hips to slide his own hand over his cock.
"Look at me," Brendon growls.
Spencer forces his eyes open, gazes up at Brendon, panting and bucking and thrusting above him. His eyes are wild and desperate. "Spencer," he gasps.
Spencer reaches up with his free hand to stroke Brendon's cheek. "It's good," he says.
"Yeah?"
Spencer nods, closes his eyes again and nods. "So good."
"Don't. Spencer. Keep your eyes open."
Spencer moans but doesn't protest, opens his eyes again.
Brendon curls down to kiss him. It's not much of a kiss, the movement of Brendon's hips too fast, their breath coming too hard. Their mouths bump together and they share each other's air, and Brendon says, "Fuck, Spencer, close," and Spencer says, "Yeah, want you to come," and Brendon does, hips jerking hard. Spencer's coming soon after, before Brendon can even begin to catch his breath.
Brendon collapses on top of him, kissing his neck over and over again.
"Suffocating me," Spencer says after a while.
"Mmm," says Brendon. He rolls away but not far. He keeps kissing Spencer's neck and his face and his mouth. "That was awesome."
Spencer tangles his fingers in Brendon's sweaty hair. "Yeah," he breathes.
"Like, seriously. Awesome. That was. I didn't even. Fuck."
Spencer grins and he's so tired, can't keep his eyes open, his entire body heavy and sated.
"I wanna do that a lot," Brendon tells him. "I want to do that as much as possible. Like, all the time."
"Kay," Spencer whispers even as he slips into sleep.
Twenty minutes before that, though, I fell in a spectacular way. Note to self: slip-resistant shoes are not slip-proof. I fucked my ankle up pretty bad, and my knee's already swelling and bruising.
And here, have a story tag that takes place after Wonderful Eyes and a Risque Mouth. It's Spencer/Brendon, NC-17, the first time they have the full on sexing.
Spencer reaches for Brendon's arm. "Slower," he says.
"Did I?" Brendon asks, pulling his finger out quickly.
Spencer sucks in air between his teeth. "Fuck," he says. "You can't just. You have to go slow."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," says Brendon. His voice is trembling. "Spencer, I can't. I don't know how to do this."
"It's OK," Spencer says soothingly. "Just. I'll do it, OK?" He takes the lube and spreads it on his fingers, reaches down between his legs and spreads it over his hole. He takes a deep breath as he circles around with his middle finger, then lets it dip in. He slides it in slowly, breathes and concentrates on relaxing. He's done this before, has been touching himself like this for years. He sighs and slides two fingers in, bites his lip at the slow, delicious burn.
"Jesus," Brendon whispers. He slides his hand up and down Spencer's thighs, lifts Spencer's legs so he can see better. "God, you look so fucking hot. You look like porn."
Spencer grins and twists his fingers. He can't quite reach it, the sensitive spot inside, but it still feels good, the sensation of being open and stretched. He thinks about Brendon's cock inside him and shudders.
"Can I?" Brendon asks, and his hand is next to Spencer's, over it. "I think if I..." He slides a finger in alongside Spencer's two and Spencer can't choke back his moan. "Is this OK?" Brendon asks. He's still letting Spencer set the pace. "Can I?"
"Yeah," Spencer breathes. He tips his head back and groans as Brendon slides another finger inside. Brendon changes it up, slides his fingers in as Spencer slides out, and he's constantly full and stretched, Brendon's fingers sliding in deeper than his own. His toes curl and he gasps, "Now. Please, fuck, now."
"Seriously?" Brendon asks.
Spencer nods, pulls his fingers out, takes Brendon's wrist and eases him out, too. "Now," he says.
Brendon nods and strokes his cock a couple of times. He bites his lower lips as he rolls on the condom. He says, "Tell me if you want me to stop," but his voice is still shaking and Spencer's not sure that either one of them could stop.
Brendon grips the base of his cock and presses the tip against Spencer's hole and then he's sliding in and Spencer's toes curl and he tips his head back and gasps for breath.
"Jesus, Jesus," Brendon is whispering over and over again. "Spencer, I don't know if I, I can't--"
"It's OK," Spencer whispers, reaching up to stroke Brendon's hip. "It's good. Don't hold back."
"Oh, thank God," Brendon moans as his hips begin to roll. He's thrusting deep, hands on either side of Spencer's shoulders, holding him up. Spencer slides his hands over Brendon's chest and shoulders, down his arms, then reaches for his own cock.
It still feels strange, being spread open like that. It still feels like it's too much, but it's so, so good. He doesn't know if he'll ever get used to it, if he'll ever get to the point where it doesn't hurt just a little bit, but he doesn't care. That tiny little bit of pain makes it better somehow, sharpens the spikes of pleasure that slice through him, heats the liquid pleasure pooling in his spine.
He wraps his legs around Brendon's waist, uses the jerks of Brendon's hips to slide his own hand over his cock.
"Look at me," Brendon growls.
Spencer forces his eyes open, gazes up at Brendon, panting and bucking and thrusting above him. His eyes are wild and desperate. "Spencer," he gasps.
Spencer reaches up with his free hand to stroke Brendon's cheek. "It's good," he says.
"Yeah?"
Spencer nods, closes his eyes again and nods. "So good."
"Don't. Spencer. Keep your eyes open."
Spencer moans but doesn't protest, opens his eyes again.
Brendon curls down to kiss him. It's not much of a kiss, the movement of Brendon's hips too fast, their breath coming too hard. Their mouths bump together and they share each other's air, and Brendon says, "Fuck, Spencer, close," and Spencer says, "Yeah, want you to come," and Brendon does, hips jerking hard. Spencer's coming soon after, before Brendon can even begin to catch his breath.
Brendon collapses on top of him, kissing his neck over and over again.
"Suffocating me," Spencer says after a while.
"Mmm," says Brendon. He rolls away but not far. He keeps kissing Spencer's neck and his face and his mouth. "That was awesome."
Spencer tangles his fingers in Brendon's sweaty hair. "Yeah," he breathes.
"Like, seriously. Awesome. That was. I didn't even. Fuck."
Spencer grins and he's so tired, can't keep his eyes open, his entire body heavy and sated.
"I wanna do that a lot," Brendon tells him. "I want to do that as much as possible. Like, all the time."
"Kay," Spencer whispers even as he slips into sleep.