fic: The Usual, Plus (Brendon/Jon, VERY NC-17)
So here it is: my very first bandom fic. Oh, god, could I be any more nervous?
Title: The Usual, Plus
Author: velvetjinx, or Jo
Fandom: Bandom: Panic At The Disco
Pairing: Brendon/Jon
Warnings: Double penetration, toys, rimming, felching, and fisting.
Summary: The boys are in the cabin. It's a frustrating time. Brendon and Jon work out their frustration in interesting ways.
Disclaimer: I only wish I owned these boys. No harm or insult is intended. We all know they're all having sex anyway.
Author's Notes: After managing, in her words, to drag me into this fandom 'kicking and screaming', xingou inundated me with music, such that I've been ODing on FBR every day for the last two or three weeks. I decided that because of this, she deserved fic. She gave me the best prompt ever. AND THEN BETA'D IT AND KICKED MY ASS UNTIL IT WAS GOOD. \o/ ILU RACHEL!!!! *smishes*
Any mistakes are mine, due to possibly changing a couple of words post-beta. *guilty*
The Usual, Plus
It had been another unproductive day, and even Jon - arguably the calmest and most grounded member of the band - was starting to get stressed.
“Oh my god, you guys.” Ryan sounded like he might cry; Jon thought he might join him because fuck, this trip up here was supposed to help them focus on their writing, not kill any muses they might have.
Spencer wrapped his arm around Ryan’s waist. “Come on. We’re not going to get anything else done today.”
“But….”
“But nothing, Ryan. Today’s a bust.” Spencer’s tone was sympathetic but firm, and Ryan sighed. “Come on. Guitar Hero?”
Ryan nodded, but Brendon shook his head. “I think I might go nap.” He met Jon’s eye, heat in his gaze, and Jon bit the inside of his cheek.
“Um…yeah, uh, me too,” Jon managed, and Spencer rolled his eyes.
“Fine, fine. Just keep it down, alright? The walls here aren’t exactly thick.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Brendon said loftily, before grabbing Jon’s hand and dragging him out of the studio and back to the cabin, making a beeline towards their bedroom as Ryan and Spencer trudged behind to the lounge.
“Later, you guys!” Jon called back towards them as the bedroom door slammed. “Jesus, Brendon. Could you have been any more obvious?”
Brendon laughed, pushing Jon against the door with his body so that they were pressed together from groin to chest, and buried his face in Jon’s neck. “I think they would have figured it out anyway,” he muttered, words muffled by Jon’s skin.
Jon moaned softly, wrapping one leg around Brendon’s bony hip and rubbing his erection against Brendon’s. “E-even so,” he gasped, “you could - aaaah - could have been more discreet.”
Brendon leaned back slightly and grinned, hooking his fingers into Jon’s belt loops. “But this way they know in advance to turn the TV up so we can be as loud as we like. And I do like it when you’re all noisy.” Leaning forward, Brendon bit lightly at Jon’s earlobe and Jon felt his pulse speed up. “Bed?” Brendon’s lips brushed against his ear and Jon nodded, beyond words.
They managed to strip on the way to the bed, although Jon wasn’t sure how he managed to co-ordinate his limbs to get all his clothes off without falling over. In all fairness, it was only sweatpants and a t-shirt - there was no point wearing socks or shoes when they were just inside the cabin, as Jon tended to kick his flip-flops off as soon as he got in the door, and, really, where was the point in wearing underwear when Brendon would randomly molest him in any dark corner they happened to come across - but still.
Jon fell back onto the mattress, Brendon on top of him, and let out a quiet ‘Oof’ when a bony elbow connected with his stomach. Brendon kissed his apologies into the skin around Jon’s clavicle, and he whimpered when Brendon’s teeth closed over a sensitive nipple.
“Brendon,” he panted, “need…” He groaned when Brendon’s fingers rubbed at his hole, knowing that they were dry and it would be too much but wanting them inside him all the same.
“I’ve got you,” Brendon whispered, reaching over to grab the lube off of the bedside cabinet. Jon bit his lip as one slick finger began teasing him, barely-there pressure that drove him crazy. Brendon grinned at him, face flushed and pupils blown wide as he pushed his finger into Jon’s ass, and began moving it in and out. Jon whined high in his throat - he would deny it later, of course, there’s no way he’d ever admit to making a noise like that - and Brendon leaned down to kiss him, sloppy kisses which were less about kissing and more about contact and sharing breath.
By the time Brendon added a second finger, Jon was sure he’d go mad with want. He liked it better when Brendon was frantic; unable to wait until he was inside Jon any way he could get there. But Brendon… Brendon liked to tease, liked to take it slow and drive Jon so crazy he was begging for anything, something. Like now.
Jon licked the sweat off his top lip and arched his back as Brendon’s long fingers rubbed at that spot inside of him, before withdrawing. In…rub…out, over and over and over and….
“Fuck, Brendon, please!”
“Please what?” Brendon’s cock was flushed and leaking, but his voice barely wavered. Bastard was getting off on making him plead for this.
“Please…more…anything….”
“Anything?” The tone was playful, and Jon cursed inwardly.
“Yes, anything, fucking fuck me.”
Brendon smirked, and pushed in another finger, but slowly, so slowly so that Jon could feel every ridge of his knuckles as they entered him. And Jon loved him, he did, but right now he could have killed the little bastard. Especially when leaned in close to Jon’s ear and started to talk.
“Look at you, all hungry for me, begging for my cock, begging to be fucked. Out there you can’t be yourself, not like this, but in here you’re just a cock-hungry whore, aren’t you?” Jon opened his mouth to try and protest, but all that came out was a garbled semblance of words. Brendon smiled evocatively. “You know it’s true; I can see your hole stretched around my fingers, pulling me in. Do you want my cock, hmm? Want me to fuck you?”
“Fuck, please,” Jon managed through gritted teeth.
Brendon hummed, pulling out his fingers and slicking up his cock. Jon bit his lip as Brendon pushed his cock inside agonizingly slowly. Jon felt as though every nerve ending was attuned to Brendon’s presence; it wasn’t a new feeling, since Brendon tended to take over any room he was in, but it never got any less overwhelming when all of his attention was focused on him. When Brendon’s hips were pressed tight against Jon’s ass he just stopped, flushed right down to his chest and panting, but somehow managing to hold himself completely still. Jon rolled his hips, trying to get Brendon to move, but Brendon’s fingers pressed into his hips, stalling any further movement.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” Brendon murmured, and before Jon could ask what Brendon meant by that he felt a finger start to press in beside Brendon’s cock.
Jon’s eyes went wide. “Fuck, Brendon, what…?”
“Shh.” Brendon’s free hand - the hand that wasn’t pressing fingers in beside his cock - ran soothingly down Jon’s chest and side. “Gonna make you feel so fucking good, Jon, promise. Gonna fill you right up, stretch you so wide. You’re gonna be feeling me for days.” The finger withdrew, and Jon took a breath, relieved, until he heard the squirt of lube and then Brendon pressing two fingers in.
Jon bit his lip and whimpered. This was…fuck, Jon didn’t quite know what it was, but he felt full, so full, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. But then Brendon started to scissor his fingers, and it was too much, god, too much and too full and….
Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, and Brendon leaned down to lick them away. “Sssh, you’re doing so good, so amazing. If you need me to stop, I’ll stop, but god, do you think you can take it? Think you can take me and one of your toys?”
Jon choked on a laugh. “F-fuck you, they…they’re your toys,” he managed, trying to smile. The thought of being so full - full of Brendon and one of Brendon’s dildos, oh god. He nodded. “I can take it,” he said weakly.
The joyous smile on Brendon’s face made it all worth it, and Jon tried to relax as Brendon pushed in a third finger, stretching him more than he’d thought possible. Brendon took his time, obviously not wanting to go any further until he was sure Jon could take it, and Jon knew that there was no-one in the world that he would trust with this part of himself except this insanely goofy kid with a ridiculous talent for all things musical that surpassed anything he’d ever seen before.
Brendon kept talking as he worked Jon open; mingled filth and affection designed to keep Jon from thinking too hard about it all and freaking out. Eventually, Brendon pulled out his fingers and reached over to the bedside cabinet. Jon didn’t manage to catch a glimpse of whichever toy he’d grabbed before Brendon was squirting what looked like half the bottle of lube into his hand. Then there was pressure like nothing else, ever, and Jon felt the dildo slowly push past muscle, making him grit his teeth against the pain. He heard Brendon hiss, and realized that he had closed his eyes. Opening them, he saw Brendon watching him, his expression wavering between concern and arousal.
“You okay?” Brendon’s voice was strained, and Jon tried to force his muscles to relax and accept the intrusion. He felt the pressure ease just a little, and nodded.
“Yeah, just…just fucking move.” Brendon nodded, then started to thrust gently, and Jon groaned. Brendon’s cock was being forced against Jon’s prostate at every thrust by the dildo, and his own cock, which had softened a little from the pain, was filling rapidly and already starting to leak.
“Yeah?” Brendon bit out, and Jon nodded.
“More,” he groaned out, and Brendon got a glint in his eye that Jon had learned to fear.
“I can give you more,” Brendon said huskily, reaching down to where their bodies were joined, and….
FUCK.
Brendon switched on the vibrator and started thrusting harder. Jon howled at the sudden barrage of sensations, legs tightening around Brendon’s waist and only hazily aware of the banging on the wall that separated their bedroom from the lounge.
“Not…not gonna last much longer,” Brendon panted, bringing a hand down to stroke Jon’s cock. “Gonna come for me, Jon Walker?”
Jon felt his whole world focus narrow to the nerves between his cock and his ass as his balls tightened, his whole body spasming when he came with a wordless scream, come shooting across his chest. Brendon pulled the vibe out and fucked him through it, and Jon was only vaguely aware of Brendon stiffening above him as his face went slack with his own orgasm.
He winced slightly as Brendon pulled out and helped him work the stiffness out of the muscles in his thighs before rolling him onto his side so that Brendon could spoon in at his back.
“Good?” Brendon asked, lips brushing against his ear.
“Fuck, yeah,” Jon sighed happily, twisting his head around to meet Brendon’s mouth in a lazy kiss. They lay there for a while, quite happy to just make out while Jon came down from the high of being so full.
His cock twitched slightly as Brendon bit lightly on his earlobe. He hoped that Brendon hadn’t seen it, but of course he had, the annoying little bastard.
“You can’t want more after that,” Brendon laughed, hand slipping off of Jon’s hip to rub at his swollen hole, two fingers dipping inside. “Fuck, you’re still so loose and open. Think I could get my whole fist in there?”
Jon wasn’t sure if he could give name to the sound he made at that, imagining Brendon’s whole fucking hand inside of him.
“Yeah?” Brendon’s fingers slip-slid in and out of his hole, and Jon could hear the remnants of the lube and Brendon’s come making slick, wet sounds as he pushed back, trying to get more. He heard Brendon’s breath catch behind him, before feeling another finger press inside, slick with lube and come. Jon could only nod his assent, letting Brendon roll him over onto his stomach and spread his legs. He felt Brendon’s thighs brushing against his own as Brendon shifted, kneeling up behind him. Brendon’s fingers were stretching him wide now and he moaned, fingers scrabbling at the sheets.
Brendon started talking again, fingers brushing against his prostate as they opened him up even more. “God, Jon, I can’t wait to see this. It’s gonna be so hot, so good for you, I promise. Already so fucking hot, with my fingers inside you and my come dripping from your ass.” Jon felt Brendon shift, and then, oh christ Brendon was licking at his hole around the fingers still inside him. Jon gave a surprised yelping noise, which quickly turned into a high moan as Brendon started pressing his tongue in beside his fingers. It wasn’t the first time they’d done this - for someone as naturally kinky as Brendon, rimming was pretty much vanilla - but it never failed to get Jon ridiculously hot. The feel of Brendon's tongue moving in counterpoint to his bony fingers; the almost taboo pleasure of it…Jon could never get enough. Jon knew that Brendon had to be licking some of his own come out of Jon’s ass, and that thought made his cock jump, slicking the sheets even more with pre-come.
After a few moments, Brendon moved back to kneeling above him, and Jon felt him push in a fourth finger. It stung a little, stretching his already swollen and tender skin, and Jon hissed, convulsively pulling away. Brendon stilled the movement of his fingers, leaning over and kissing Jon’s shoulder. “Shh, hey, it’s okay. Gonna take good care of you, Jon, don’t I always? Just relax for me, just let me in.” Jon nodded, and Brendon began to move his fingers again, still talking as he began to stretch Jon so fucking wide. He felt his muscles relax enough that it no longer stung, although the stretch still burned a little. Brendon knelt up again, and hissed.
“Fuck. Fuck, baby, you should see it, I’ve got four of my fingers inside you and you’re just taking it. Gonna put my whole hand in there now, you ready?”
Jon nodded again, grunting as he felt Brendon squeeze his thumb in, the stretch almost unbearable for a few moments, but then holyfuckingmotherofgod that was Brendon’s whole hand inside him, and he gave a sob as his ass clenched convulsively around Brendon’s wrist. Jon was completely overwhelmed, both by emotion and sensation, and he felt a tear roll down his cheek and land on the pillow below. He couldn’t get his mind around it all; he could feel Brendon’s slightly jerky movements as he squirmed while trying to keep his hand still, and Jon dropped his forehead onto the pillow, unable to keep any of his body upright. Brendon was breathing harshly behind him, and Jon could only imagine what a sight he made, lying there stretched out for Brendon, only Brendon. But it wasn’t enough; he needed Brendon to move, needed friction - could feel his cock leaking onto the sheets and shifted slightly. The movement caused both friction on his cock and Brendon’s hand to move a little inside of him, and he moaned loudly.
“Fuck, Jon, this is… You have no fucking idea how hot this is.” Had Jon been at all capable of speech he probably would have argued the point, since he pretty much knew just exactly how hot this was, but all he could do was whimper and groan, louder and louder, as Brendon began to move - began to fuck him with his whole fist. The banging on the wall from the lounge was clearer this time, as were the shouts, but they were lost in the pounding of blood in Jon’s ears as Brendon moved his fist a bit faster and deeper. Jon was humping the mattress, trying to get friction on his cock, just, there, and could feel his orgasm building when Brendon suddenly stopped moving and hauled Jon up onto his knees.
Jon whined, wondering why the hell Brendon had stopped. But then Brendon began to move his fist again, angling it just right. He moved slowly at first, practically teasing; Jon almost bit through his lip in frustration. He licked his lip and experimentally squeezed his muscles around Brendon’s hand.
“Oh, fuck, you little slut, tell me what you want. Want to hear you beg,” Brendon moaned, stilling his fist, which was not what Jon wanted at all.
“Fucking…want…moregodpleaseBrendon,” he managed in a hoarse voice, and Brendon gave a short laugh.
“Your wish is my command,” he said, and began to move again, this time fucking Jon hard and fast with his fist. Jon nearly screamed, the near-constant kneading pressure of Brendon’s knuckles on his prostate causing him to buck and cry out as he came again for what felt like forever. Brendon bit down hard on his shoulder and literally growled as Jon felt the splash of come on his ass when Brendon came seconds later.
Brendon carefully pulled out his hand with an unpleasant, wet noise, and Jon couldn’t help the slightly pained sound he made. Brendon hovered over him, worry in his eyes.
“You okay?”
Jon nodded. “Yeah, just a bit sore,” he said, eyes widening as he heard how raspy and fucked out his voice sounded.
Brendon leaned in for a deep kiss, before grabbing a towel from beside the bed and wiping them both down. He threw the towel into the corner and lay back, pulling Jon over to lie on his chest.
“You sure you’re alright?” Brendon asked after a moment of silence.
“Yeah, yeah I think so. It was pretty fucking intense, though,” Jon replied, unable to prevent the slight hitch in his voice.
“Too intense?” Brendon’s expression was searching, and Jon smiled, planting a kiss on Brendon’s chest.
“Way too intense to try again any time soon,” he said, watching Brendon’s face light up at the implications of his comment.
They lay together quietly for a few more minutes, before Jon heard a familiar groaning sound from the lounge next door and looked up at Brendon in surprise. Surely he hadn’t just heard Ryan and Spencer, because that would be an…interesting development in the group’s dynamics.
“Did you just hear that?”
Brendon rolled his eyes. “Fucking kids; never have any consideration for other people.”
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So. Um, thoughts? *bites nails*
Title: The Usual, Plus
Author: velvetjinx, or Jo
Fandom: Bandom: Panic At The Disco
Pairing: Brendon/Jon
Warnings: Double penetration, toys, rimming, felching, and fisting.
Summary: The boys are in the cabin. It's a frustrating time. Brendon and Jon work out their frustration in interesting ways.
Disclaimer: I only wish I owned these boys. No harm or insult is intended. We all know they're all having sex anyway.
Author's Notes: After managing, in her words, to drag me into this fandom 'kicking and screaming', xingou inundated me with music, such that I've been ODing on FBR every day for the last two or three weeks. I decided that because of this, she deserved fic. She gave me the best prompt ever. AND THEN BETA'D IT AND KICKED MY ASS UNTIL IT WAS GOOD. \o/ ILU RACHEL!!!! *smishes*
Any mistakes are mine, due to possibly changing a couple of words post-beta. *guilty*
The Usual, Plus
It had been another unproductive day, and even Jon - arguably the calmest and most grounded member of the band - was starting to get stressed.
“Oh my god, you guys.” Ryan sounded like he might cry; Jon thought he might join him because fuck, this trip up here was supposed to help them focus on their writing, not kill any muses they might have.
Spencer wrapped his arm around Ryan’s waist. “Come on. We’re not going to get anything else done today.”
“But….”
“But nothing, Ryan. Today’s a bust.” Spencer’s tone was sympathetic but firm, and Ryan sighed. “Come on. Guitar Hero?”
Ryan nodded, but Brendon shook his head. “I think I might go nap.” He met Jon’s eye, heat in his gaze, and Jon bit the inside of his cheek.
“Um…yeah, uh, me too,” Jon managed, and Spencer rolled his eyes.
“Fine, fine. Just keep it down, alright? The walls here aren’t exactly thick.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Brendon said loftily, before grabbing Jon’s hand and dragging him out of the studio and back to the cabin, making a beeline towards their bedroom as Ryan and Spencer trudged behind to the lounge.
“Later, you guys!” Jon called back towards them as the bedroom door slammed. “Jesus, Brendon. Could you have been any more obvious?”
Brendon laughed, pushing Jon against the door with his body so that they were pressed together from groin to chest, and buried his face in Jon’s neck. “I think they would have figured it out anyway,” he muttered, words muffled by Jon’s skin.
Jon moaned softly, wrapping one leg around Brendon’s bony hip and rubbing his erection against Brendon’s. “E-even so,” he gasped, “you could - aaaah - could have been more discreet.”
Brendon leaned back slightly and grinned, hooking his fingers into Jon’s belt loops. “But this way they know in advance to turn the TV up so we can be as loud as we like. And I do like it when you’re all noisy.” Leaning forward, Brendon bit lightly at Jon’s earlobe and Jon felt his pulse speed up. “Bed?” Brendon’s lips brushed against his ear and Jon nodded, beyond words.
They managed to strip on the way to the bed, although Jon wasn’t sure how he managed to co-ordinate his limbs to get all his clothes off without falling over. In all fairness, it was only sweatpants and a t-shirt - there was no point wearing socks or shoes when they were just inside the cabin, as Jon tended to kick his flip-flops off as soon as he got in the door, and, really, where was the point in wearing underwear when Brendon would randomly molest him in any dark corner they happened to come across - but still.
Jon fell back onto the mattress, Brendon on top of him, and let out a quiet ‘Oof’ when a bony elbow connected with his stomach. Brendon kissed his apologies into the skin around Jon’s clavicle, and he whimpered when Brendon’s teeth closed over a sensitive nipple.
“Brendon,” he panted, “need…” He groaned when Brendon’s fingers rubbed at his hole, knowing that they were dry and it would be too much but wanting them inside him all the same.
“I’ve got you,” Brendon whispered, reaching over to grab the lube off of the bedside cabinet. Jon bit his lip as one slick finger began teasing him, barely-there pressure that drove him crazy. Brendon grinned at him, face flushed and pupils blown wide as he pushed his finger into Jon’s ass, and began moving it in and out. Jon whined high in his throat - he would deny it later, of course, there’s no way he’d ever admit to making a noise like that - and Brendon leaned down to kiss him, sloppy kisses which were less about kissing and more about contact and sharing breath.
By the time Brendon added a second finger, Jon was sure he’d go mad with want. He liked it better when Brendon was frantic; unable to wait until he was inside Jon any way he could get there. But Brendon… Brendon liked to tease, liked to take it slow and drive Jon so crazy he was begging for anything, something. Like now.
Jon licked the sweat off his top lip and arched his back as Brendon’s long fingers rubbed at that spot inside of him, before withdrawing. In…rub…out, over and over and over and….
“Fuck, Brendon, please!”
“Please what?” Brendon’s cock was flushed and leaking, but his voice barely wavered. Bastard was getting off on making him plead for this.
“Please…more…anything….”
“Anything?” The tone was playful, and Jon cursed inwardly.
“Yes, anything, fucking fuck me.”
Brendon smirked, and pushed in another finger, but slowly, so slowly so that Jon could feel every ridge of his knuckles as they entered him. And Jon loved him, he did, but right now he could have killed the little bastard. Especially when leaned in close to Jon’s ear and started to talk.
“Look at you, all hungry for me, begging for my cock, begging to be fucked. Out there you can’t be yourself, not like this, but in here you’re just a cock-hungry whore, aren’t you?” Jon opened his mouth to try and protest, but all that came out was a garbled semblance of words. Brendon smiled evocatively. “You know it’s true; I can see your hole stretched around my fingers, pulling me in. Do you want my cock, hmm? Want me to fuck you?”
“Fuck, please,” Jon managed through gritted teeth.
Brendon hummed, pulling out his fingers and slicking up his cock. Jon bit his lip as Brendon pushed his cock inside agonizingly slowly. Jon felt as though every nerve ending was attuned to Brendon’s presence; it wasn’t a new feeling, since Brendon tended to take over any room he was in, but it never got any less overwhelming when all of his attention was focused on him. When Brendon’s hips were pressed tight against Jon’s ass he just stopped, flushed right down to his chest and panting, but somehow managing to hold himself completely still. Jon rolled his hips, trying to get Brendon to move, but Brendon’s fingers pressed into his hips, stalling any further movement.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” Brendon murmured, and before Jon could ask what Brendon meant by that he felt a finger start to press in beside Brendon’s cock.
Jon’s eyes went wide. “Fuck, Brendon, what…?”
“Shh.” Brendon’s free hand - the hand that wasn’t pressing fingers in beside his cock - ran soothingly down Jon’s chest and side. “Gonna make you feel so fucking good, Jon, promise. Gonna fill you right up, stretch you so wide. You’re gonna be feeling me for days.” The finger withdrew, and Jon took a breath, relieved, until he heard the squirt of lube and then Brendon pressing two fingers in.
Jon bit his lip and whimpered. This was…fuck, Jon didn’t quite know what it was, but he felt full, so full, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. But then Brendon started to scissor his fingers, and it was too much, god, too much and too full and….
Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, and Brendon leaned down to lick them away. “Sssh, you’re doing so good, so amazing. If you need me to stop, I’ll stop, but god, do you think you can take it? Think you can take me and one of your toys?”
Jon choked on a laugh. “F-fuck you, they…they’re your toys,” he managed, trying to smile. The thought of being so full - full of Brendon and one of Brendon’s dildos, oh god. He nodded. “I can take it,” he said weakly.
The joyous smile on Brendon’s face made it all worth it, and Jon tried to relax as Brendon pushed in a third finger, stretching him more than he’d thought possible. Brendon took his time, obviously not wanting to go any further until he was sure Jon could take it, and Jon knew that there was no-one in the world that he would trust with this part of himself except this insanely goofy kid with a ridiculous talent for all things musical that surpassed anything he’d ever seen before.
Brendon kept talking as he worked Jon open; mingled filth and affection designed to keep Jon from thinking too hard about it all and freaking out. Eventually, Brendon pulled out his fingers and reached over to the bedside cabinet. Jon didn’t manage to catch a glimpse of whichever toy he’d grabbed before Brendon was squirting what looked like half the bottle of lube into his hand. Then there was pressure like nothing else, ever, and Jon felt the dildo slowly push past muscle, making him grit his teeth against the pain. He heard Brendon hiss, and realized that he had closed his eyes. Opening them, he saw Brendon watching him, his expression wavering between concern and arousal.
“You okay?” Brendon’s voice was strained, and Jon tried to force his muscles to relax and accept the intrusion. He felt the pressure ease just a little, and nodded.
“Yeah, just…just fucking move.” Brendon nodded, then started to thrust gently, and Jon groaned. Brendon’s cock was being forced against Jon’s prostate at every thrust by the dildo, and his own cock, which had softened a little from the pain, was filling rapidly and already starting to leak.
“Yeah?” Brendon bit out, and Jon nodded.
“More,” he groaned out, and Brendon got a glint in his eye that Jon had learned to fear.
“I can give you more,” Brendon said huskily, reaching down to where their bodies were joined, and….
FUCK.
Brendon switched on the vibrator and started thrusting harder. Jon howled at the sudden barrage of sensations, legs tightening around Brendon’s waist and only hazily aware of the banging on the wall that separated their bedroom from the lounge.
“Not…not gonna last much longer,” Brendon panted, bringing a hand down to stroke Jon’s cock. “Gonna come for me, Jon Walker?”
Jon felt his whole world focus narrow to the nerves between his cock and his ass as his balls tightened, his whole body spasming when he came with a wordless scream, come shooting across his chest. Brendon pulled the vibe out and fucked him through it, and Jon was only vaguely aware of Brendon stiffening above him as his face went slack with his own orgasm.
He winced slightly as Brendon pulled out and helped him work the stiffness out of the muscles in his thighs before rolling him onto his side so that Brendon could spoon in at his back.
“Good?” Brendon asked, lips brushing against his ear.
“Fuck, yeah,” Jon sighed happily, twisting his head around to meet Brendon’s mouth in a lazy kiss. They lay there for a while, quite happy to just make out while Jon came down from the high of being so full.
His cock twitched slightly as Brendon bit lightly on his earlobe. He hoped that Brendon hadn’t seen it, but of course he had, the annoying little bastard.
“You can’t want more after that,” Brendon laughed, hand slipping off of Jon’s hip to rub at his swollen hole, two fingers dipping inside. “Fuck, you’re still so loose and open. Think I could get my whole fist in there?”
Jon wasn’t sure if he could give name to the sound he made at that, imagining Brendon’s whole fucking hand inside of him.
“Yeah?” Brendon’s fingers slip-slid in and out of his hole, and Jon could hear the remnants of the lube and Brendon’s come making slick, wet sounds as he pushed back, trying to get more. He heard Brendon’s breath catch behind him, before feeling another finger press inside, slick with lube and come. Jon could only nod his assent, letting Brendon roll him over onto his stomach and spread his legs. He felt Brendon’s thighs brushing against his own as Brendon shifted, kneeling up behind him. Brendon’s fingers were stretching him wide now and he moaned, fingers scrabbling at the sheets.
Brendon started talking again, fingers brushing against his prostate as they opened him up even more. “God, Jon, I can’t wait to see this. It’s gonna be so hot, so good for you, I promise. Already so fucking hot, with my fingers inside you and my come dripping from your ass.” Jon felt Brendon shift, and then, oh christ Brendon was licking at his hole around the fingers still inside him. Jon gave a surprised yelping noise, which quickly turned into a high moan as Brendon started pressing his tongue in beside his fingers. It wasn’t the first time they’d done this - for someone as naturally kinky as Brendon, rimming was pretty much vanilla - but it never failed to get Jon ridiculously hot. The feel of Brendon's tongue moving in counterpoint to his bony fingers; the almost taboo pleasure of it…Jon could never get enough. Jon knew that Brendon had to be licking some of his own come out of Jon’s ass, and that thought made his cock jump, slicking the sheets even more with pre-come.
After a few moments, Brendon moved back to kneeling above him, and Jon felt him push in a fourth finger. It stung a little, stretching his already swollen and tender skin, and Jon hissed, convulsively pulling away. Brendon stilled the movement of his fingers, leaning over and kissing Jon’s shoulder. “Shh, hey, it’s okay. Gonna take good care of you, Jon, don’t I always? Just relax for me, just let me in.” Jon nodded, and Brendon began to move his fingers again, still talking as he began to stretch Jon so fucking wide. He felt his muscles relax enough that it no longer stung, although the stretch still burned a little. Brendon knelt up again, and hissed.
“Fuck. Fuck, baby, you should see it, I’ve got four of my fingers inside you and you’re just taking it. Gonna put my whole hand in there now, you ready?”
Jon nodded again, grunting as he felt Brendon squeeze his thumb in, the stretch almost unbearable for a few moments, but then holyfuckingmotherofgod that was Brendon’s whole hand inside him, and he gave a sob as his ass clenched convulsively around Brendon’s wrist. Jon was completely overwhelmed, both by emotion and sensation, and he felt a tear roll down his cheek and land on the pillow below. He couldn’t get his mind around it all; he could feel Brendon’s slightly jerky movements as he squirmed while trying to keep his hand still, and Jon dropped his forehead onto the pillow, unable to keep any of his body upright. Brendon was breathing harshly behind him, and Jon could only imagine what a sight he made, lying there stretched out for Brendon, only Brendon. But it wasn’t enough; he needed Brendon to move, needed friction - could feel his cock leaking onto the sheets and shifted slightly. The movement caused both friction on his cock and Brendon’s hand to move a little inside of him, and he moaned loudly.
“Fuck, Jon, this is… You have no fucking idea how hot this is.” Had Jon been at all capable of speech he probably would have argued the point, since he pretty much knew just exactly how hot this was, but all he could do was whimper and groan, louder and louder, as Brendon began to move - began to fuck him with his whole fist. The banging on the wall from the lounge was clearer this time, as were the shouts, but they were lost in the pounding of blood in Jon’s ears as Brendon moved his fist a bit faster and deeper. Jon was humping the mattress, trying to get friction on his cock, just, there, and could feel his orgasm building when Brendon suddenly stopped moving and hauled Jon up onto his knees.
Jon whined, wondering why the hell Brendon had stopped. But then Brendon began to move his fist again, angling it just right. He moved slowly at first, practically teasing; Jon almost bit through his lip in frustration. He licked his lip and experimentally squeezed his muscles around Brendon’s hand.
“Oh, fuck, you little slut, tell me what you want. Want to hear you beg,” Brendon moaned, stilling his fist, which was not what Jon wanted at all.
“Fucking…want…moregodpleaseBrendon,” he managed in a hoarse voice, and Brendon gave a short laugh.
“Your wish is my command,” he said, and began to move again, this time fucking Jon hard and fast with his fist. Jon nearly screamed, the near-constant kneading pressure of Brendon’s knuckles on his prostate causing him to buck and cry out as he came again for what felt like forever. Brendon bit down hard on his shoulder and literally growled as Jon felt the splash of come on his ass when Brendon came seconds later.
Brendon carefully pulled out his hand with an unpleasant, wet noise, and Jon couldn’t help the slightly pained sound he made. Brendon hovered over him, worry in his eyes.
“You okay?”
Jon nodded. “Yeah, just a bit sore,” he said, eyes widening as he heard how raspy and fucked out his voice sounded.
Brendon leaned in for a deep kiss, before grabbing a towel from beside the bed and wiping them both down. He threw the towel into the corner and lay back, pulling Jon over to lie on his chest.
“You sure you’re alright?” Brendon asked after a moment of silence.
“Yeah, yeah I think so. It was pretty fucking intense, though,” Jon replied, unable to prevent the slight hitch in his voice.
“Too intense?” Brendon’s expression was searching, and Jon smiled, planting a kiss on Brendon’s chest.
“Way too intense to try again any time soon,” he said, watching Brendon’s face light up at the implications of his comment.
They lay together quietly for a few more minutes, before Jon heard a familiar groaning sound from the lounge next door and looked up at Brendon in surprise. Surely he hadn’t just heard Ryan and Spencer, because that would be an…interesting development in the group’s dynamics.
“Did you just hear that?”
Brendon rolled his eyes. “Fucking kids; never have any consideration for other people.”
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So. Um, thoughts? *bites nails*