It's still the 27th in some parts of the world, right?
So when I first got my Sidekick, I started using it as a quick and easy way to write fic on the go. For a while I was disgustingly prolific - most of my last year's BBB was written in emails to 
xingou, as were, well, all of them.
So the first one I wrote...I don't even remember how it came about. Like most fic, it was probably a random line that turned into porn.
Title: Encore
Pairing: Brendon/Jon
Fandom: Bandom
Rating: NC-17 (sex)
Summary: Why Panic(!) hardly ever do encores.
Brendon slammed Jon up against the wall, teeth nipping on the patch of skin under Jon's right ear. Jon let out a gutteral moan, the sound going straight to Brendon's cock.
"Fucking...hurry up," Jon gasped out, and Brendon's hand went immediately to Jon's fly, fingers scrabbling at button and zipper in his haste.
He finally managed to co-ordinate his movements enought to get Jon's jeans open and pushed jeans and underwear down just far enough for him to wrap his hand around Jon's cock. Jon hissed at the contact, and Brendon spat quickly on his palm before stroking Jon faster.
"Is this what you needed?" Brendon murmurred in Jon's ear. "Is this what you think about when we're onstage, my hand on on your cock?"
Jon whimpered, his hands going to Brendon's belt and tugging it open. Brendon bit his lip at the pressure on his aching cock as Jon fought to undo his pants and began to stroke him in an uneven rhythm. Brendon could tell Jon was close, and leaned forward to swallow his groans as he pumped his hips jerkily, coming all over Brendon's fist.
They stilled for a few moments as Jon caught his breath, but then Jon was dropping to his knees, sucking the head of Brendon's cock into his mouth. Jon bobbed his head once, twice, and Brendon threw back his head and groaned as he came into Jon's mouth.
Jon disentangled Brendon's hand from where it had found its way into his hair and stood, kissing Brendon hard.
"You got come in my hair," Jon said, wrinkling his nose. "That's gross."
"It's your come," Brendon pointed out as he fastened his pants.
"Still gross," Jon shrugged. "Come on," he continued, walking towards the door which led to the stage. "We've got an encore to do."
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xingou, as were, well, all of them.
So the first one I wrote...I don't even remember how it came about. Like most fic, it was probably a random line that turned into porn.
Title: Encore
Pairing: Brendon/Jon
Fandom: Bandom
Rating: NC-17 (sex)
Summary: Why Panic(!) hardly ever do encores.
Brendon slammed Jon up against the wall, teeth nipping on the patch of skin under Jon's right ear. Jon let out a gutteral moan, the sound going straight to Brendon's cock.
"Fucking...hurry up," Jon gasped out, and Brendon's hand went immediately to Jon's fly, fingers scrabbling at button and zipper in his haste.
He finally managed to co-ordinate his movements enought to get Jon's jeans open and pushed jeans and underwear down just far enough for him to wrap his hand around Jon's cock. Jon hissed at the contact, and Brendon spat quickly on his palm before stroking Jon faster.
"Is this what you needed?" Brendon murmurred in Jon's ear. "Is this what you think about when we're onstage, my hand on on your cock?"
Jon whimpered, his hands going to Brendon's belt and tugging it open. Brendon bit his lip at the pressure on his aching cock as Jon fought to undo his pants and began to stroke him in an uneven rhythm. Brendon could tell Jon was close, and leaned forward to swallow his groans as he pumped his hips jerkily, coming all over Brendon's fist.
They stilled for a few moments as Jon caught his breath, but then Jon was dropping to his knees, sucking the head of Brendon's cock into his mouth. Jon bobbed his head once, twice, and Brendon threw back his head and groaned as he came into Jon's mouth.
Jon disentangled Brendon's hand from where it had found its way into his hair and stood, kissing Brendon hard.
"You got come in my hair," Jon said, wrinkling his nose. "That's gross."
"It's your come," Brendon pointed out as he fastened his pants.
"Still gross," Jon shrugged. "Come on," he continued, walking towards the door which led to the stage. "We've got an encore to do."
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Comments are love!
This entry was originally posted at http://velvetjinx.dreamwidth.org/134993.html. Please comment there using OpenID.