fic: guitar hero porn
So the first of two stories I wrote a while ago. The first was a comment for the_rhimix and is total gratuitous Guitar Hero porn. Yay!
Brendon doesn't lose at Guitar Hero. Like ever. Maybe like one percent of the time. Okay, so maybe one and half percent. But seriously. He really, really, doesn't lose at Guitar Hero.
They're nearly at the end, Spencer's on his last turn and Brendon is seriously lagging behind. He'd screwed up somewhere right after the second chorus and Spencer pulled away.
And Brendon is completely focused on the game, trying desperately to catch up some how, but he can't help but notice the tiny, almost-smile on Spencer's face. It's not really there yet, but there's the hint of it and Brendon is almost tempted to lose just to see it full-fledged and real.
But then it's his turn again and he's got the very end of the song, his one chance to turn this around and everything else just sort of fades away for a few seconds.
"Fuck," Brendon sighs as he hits the last note. Two thousand points away and there was no way he was ever going to catch up.
When he looks over at Spencer, and he's expecting to see at least a hint of smile, Spencer is simply staring at him.
Brendon sort of pouts at him, can't actually think of anything to say because Spencer is being sort of freaky, his eyes bright and intense.
Finally, after Brendon's pushed his lower lip out ever further and then stuck his tongue out, Spencer rolls his eyes, wraps a hand around Brendon's guitar and pulls him close.
And Brendon would never actually admit to the sound he makes then, somewhere near a squawk, but he just kind of falls at Spencer and they land in an undignified heap on the floor, guitars squished between them and Brendon can feel one digging into his hip and Spencer is wiggling, just a little.
“No, wait. Spence, stop.” With one hand on the floor and one on Spencer’s shoulder, Brendon somehow manages to shift them enough to get rid of the guitars without actually hurting either of them. It’s really quite an accomplishment, he thinks.
He starts to say just that, something silly, but Spencer’s mouth stops him. Spencer’s mouth. On his. And Brendon’s first thought is really? and then ohgodSpencer as Spencer licks along his lower lip and then inside of his mouth.
He sort of stops thinking then, anything beyond SpencerSpencerSpencer and yesyesyes is completely out of his range at the moment.
This is probably why it takes Brendon so long to notice that Spencer is hard, his erection pressing at Brendon’s hip and certainly not going anywhere. And if he were in any other frame of mind he’d wonder how long and when, but he’s not so he doesn’t. Just moves his hips a little, more of a test than anything else.
But Spencer makes a breathy little sound, mouth still right up against Brendon’s and they’re breathing the same exact air and Brendon can taste Spencer and it’s nowhere near enough.
“Brendon.” Spencer’s voice is a little strained and Brendon can feel his lips move against his skin, feel them skimming along his jaw, his teeth biting softly at the spot just below his ear. With his mouth still on Brendon’s neck, Spencer’s hands move down to Brendon’s waistband, fight with the buttons for a minute before he’s pushing both the jeans and underwear down as best he can.
And Brendon’s not embarrassed at all, not even when the sound that escapes him is near whining, a sort of keening sound that makes Spencer huff against his neck and push at his jeans a little more insistently.
Brendon tries to help him, wiggles a little and feels his jeans slide a couple inches, but the movement makes Spencer groan and he thrusts, sort of helplessly, against the friction of Brendon’s hips.
They’ve finally got them pushed down a little, but it’s not enough, not even close, and suddenly Brendon finds himself on his back, Spencer leaning over him. It doesn’t take long at all after that, Spencer’s stripping Brendon out of his pants and Brendon can only watch as he licks his palm, one long swipe of his tongue.
Then Spencer’s wrapping his hand around Brendon’s dick, stroking once from base to tip, swiping his thumb across the tip, and Brendon is arching into him. It’s been so long since he’s felt anything but his own hand and he sort of can’t believe this is happening.
And it gets even better because Spencer leans down then, licks lightly at the head and Brendon’s trying not to move, desperately trying not to thrust into Spencer, but his mouth is right there and then Spencer is all around him. He doesn’t go too far down, waits patiently as Brendon thrusts shallowly into his mouth, and his hand is still moving.
Brendon only thrusts a few times, tiny, shallow things that he can’t possibly hold back once he’s in Spencer’s mouth, but then he settles a little bit, relaxes back into the carpet as much as possible.
Spencer’s really good at this, really, and that’s interesting, but not interesting enough because Brendon’s having a hard time focusing on anything not Spencer’s mouth or Spencer’s tongue or his fingers wrapped tight around the base.
He’s in the middle of soonalmostthere when Spencer pulls back just a little, enough that he’s sucking just at the head of Brendon’s dick and Brendon does thrust then, lets out some sort of noise, trying to convey urgency and now. But Spencer doesn’t move any further away, continues sucking and Brendon’s crashing over the edge, coming and not even bothering to keep his mouth shut.
When he finally finishes, Spencer’s hand resting on his hip and his eyes a dark blue, Brendon curls a hand in Spencer’s hair and pulls him down, kisses him softly.
It’s only when Spencer thrusts against him, rolls his hips into Brendon’s that Brendon remembers. He coos a little then, pushes Spencer onto his back. He’s pretty tired, ready to curl up and fall asleep, but Spencer is staring at him, shifting slightly and Brendon doesn’t hesitate to wrap one hand around Spencer’s dick and rest the other on the soft jut of hip.
Spencer’s already making noise, sighing and mumbling softly, nothing that makes any sense. But it doesn’t take very long after that, a few quick strokes and one nasty twist of his wrist and Spencer is thrusting into Brendon’s fist, hands tightening around Brendon’s arm, his neck, and coming.
And Brendon knows he shouldn’t, Jon and Ryan will be home in any second, should go back up to his own room or slide back into his underwear at least. But Spencer is warm and his hands are pulling Brendon closer and it would take a stronger man to resist.
Brendon just curls up, promises himself he’ll get up in a few minutes.
Brendon doesn't lose at Guitar Hero. Like ever. Maybe like one percent of the time. Okay, so maybe one and half percent. But seriously. He really, really, doesn't lose at Guitar Hero.
They're nearly at the end, Spencer's on his last turn and Brendon is seriously lagging behind. He'd screwed up somewhere right after the second chorus and Spencer pulled away.
And Brendon is completely focused on the game, trying desperately to catch up some how, but he can't help but notice the tiny, almost-smile on Spencer's face. It's not really there yet, but there's the hint of it and Brendon is almost tempted to lose just to see it full-fledged and real.
But then it's his turn again and he's got the very end of the song, his one chance to turn this around and everything else just sort of fades away for a few seconds.
"Fuck," Brendon sighs as he hits the last note. Two thousand points away and there was no way he was ever going to catch up.
When he looks over at Spencer, and he's expecting to see at least a hint of smile, Spencer is simply staring at him.
Brendon sort of pouts at him, can't actually think of anything to say because Spencer is being sort of freaky, his eyes bright and intense.
Finally, after Brendon's pushed his lower lip out ever further and then stuck his tongue out, Spencer rolls his eyes, wraps a hand around Brendon's guitar and pulls him close.
And Brendon would never actually admit to the sound he makes then, somewhere near a squawk, but he just kind of falls at Spencer and they land in an undignified heap on the floor, guitars squished between them and Brendon can feel one digging into his hip and Spencer is wiggling, just a little.
“No, wait. Spence, stop.” With one hand on the floor and one on Spencer’s shoulder, Brendon somehow manages to shift them enough to get rid of the guitars without actually hurting either of them. It’s really quite an accomplishment, he thinks.
He starts to say just that, something silly, but Spencer’s mouth stops him. Spencer’s mouth. On his. And Brendon’s first thought is really? and then ohgodSpencer as Spencer licks along his lower lip and then inside of his mouth.
He sort of stops thinking then, anything beyond SpencerSpencerSpencer and yesyesyes is completely out of his range at the moment.
This is probably why it takes Brendon so long to notice that Spencer is hard, his erection pressing at Brendon’s hip and certainly not going anywhere. And if he were in any other frame of mind he’d wonder how long and when, but he’s not so he doesn’t. Just moves his hips a little, more of a test than anything else.
But Spencer makes a breathy little sound, mouth still right up against Brendon’s and they’re breathing the same exact air and Brendon can taste Spencer and it’s nowhere near enough.
“Brendon.” Spencer’s voice is a little strained and Brendon can feel his lips move against his skin, feel them skimming along his jaw, his teeth biting softly at the spot just below his ear. With his mouth still on Brendon’s neck, Spencer’s hands move down to Brendon’s waistband, fight with the buttons for a minute before he’s pushing both the jeans and underwear down as best he can.
And Brendon’s not embarrassed at all, not even when the sound that escapes him is near whining, a sort of keening sound that makes Spencer huff against his neck and push at his jeans a little more insistently.
Brendon tries to help him, wiggles a little and feels his jeans slide a couple inches, but the movement makes Spencer groan and he thrusts, sort of helplessly, against the friction of Brendon’s hips.
They’ve finally got them pushed down a little, but it’s not enough, not even close, and suddenly Brendon finds himself on his back, Spencer leaning over him. It doesn’t take long at all after that, Spencer’s stripping Brendon out of his pants and Brendon can only watch as he licks his palm, one long swipe of his tongue.
Then Spencer’s wrapping his hand around Brendon’s dick, stroking once from base to tip, swiping his thumb across the tip, and Brendon is arching into him. It’s been so long since he’s felt anything but his own hand and he sort of can’t believe this is happening.
And it gets even better because Spencer leans down then, licks lightly at the head and Brendon’s trying not to move, desperately trying not to thrust into Spencer, but his mouth is right there and then Spencer is all around him. He doesn’t go too far down, waits patiently as Brendon thrusts shallowly into his mouth, and his hand is still moving.
Brendon only thrusts a few times, tiny, shallow things that he can’t possibly hold back once he’s in Spencer’s mouth, but then he settles a little bit, relaxes back into the carpet as much as possible.
Spencer’s really good at this, really, and that’s interesting, but not interesting enough because Brendon’s having a hard time focusing on anything not Spencer’s mouth or Spencer’s tongue or his fingers wrapped tight around the base.
He’s in the middle of soonalmostthere when Spencer pulls back just a little, enough that he’s sucking just at the head of Brendon’s dick and Brendon does thrust then, lets out some sort of noise, trying to convey urgency and now. But Spencer doesn’t move any further away, continues sucking and Brendon’s crashing over the edge, coming and not even bothering to keep his mouth shut.
When he finally finishes, Spencer’s hand resting on his hip and his eyes a dark blue, Brendon curls a hand in Spencer’s hair and pulls him down, kisses him softly.
It’s only when Spencer thrusts against him, rolls his hips into Brendon’s that Brendon remembers. He coos a little then, pushes Spencer onto his back. He’s pretty tired, ready to curl up and fall asleep, but Spencer is staring at him, shifting slightly and Brendon doesn’t hesitate to wrap one hand around Spencer’s dick and rest the other on the soft jut of hip.
Spencer’s already making noise, sighing and mumbling softly, nothing that makes any sense. But it doesn’t take very long after that, a few quick strokes and one nasty twist of his wrist and Spencer is thrusting into Brendon’s fist, hands tightening around Brendon’s arm, his neck, and coming.
And Brendon knows he shouldn’t, Jon and Ryan will be home in any second, should go back up to his own room or slide back into his underwear at least. But Spencer is warm and his hands are pulling Brendon closer and it would take a stronger man to resist.
Brendon just curls up, promises himself he’ll get up in a few minutes.