Test Icicles Chapter 6
Title: Test Icicles Chapter 6
Author: zandraxxzazzy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bryce-Walk(That pairing is SO copyrighted. MINE D:<)
POV: Third
Disclaimer: This is as real as Dolly Parton's boobs.
Author Notes: I'm like, indescribably sorry for the wait... I've got the worst writer's block ever, I can't even do my schoolwork it's so awful. Anyways, I hope you all don't hate me too much...
And LOLOLOL. I'm watching little kid shows while writing this... So so wrong... xD
Previous Chapters
"Jon... Jon you..." Spencer stammered, examining the scene before him: Ryan, Brendon, AND Jon with their pants around their ankles, jizz still on the corner of Jon's mouth. This was so not happening to him.
"Spen... baby, I can expla-" Jon started, but was shorthanded by Spencer.
"Save it you deadbeat," he gushed, storming out of the living room as tears prickled the back of his eyes, threatening to pool over.
Everyone sat within an awkward silence after the unwelcoming slam of the bedroom door. Ryan and Brendon were shooting eachother concerned looks, whilst Jon stared at his hands, a million thoughts running through his mind.
Jon was the first one to break the silence, standing and pulling his jeans up, walking down the hall to his and Spencer's bedroom. Ryan and Brendon stared at each other, straining to hear the conversation.
"Spence, baby please, I'm so sorry," Jon pleaded from the outside of the door.
Ryan, who was closest to the hall, could make out a barely audible, "Go away you ass hole! I can't believe you!" coming from a sob-choked Spencer Smith.
"Baby please, I'm sorry! I don't know why I did it! Please let me in honey. Please." Jon continued to beg relentlessly, trying again to open the door with no avail.
"No! I never want to see you again!" Spencer wailed, chucking a small, elegant band of gold with small, sparkling stones along it out the underside of the door. "Go ahead and cut a hole in the goddamn roof! I hope snow comes pouring in a freezer-burns your worthless ass!" he cried, breaking off into a stream of relentless tears on the last syllable.
Jon continued to spill endless appoligies before collapsing on the floor in front of the bedroom. "Please, please, please..." he murmured, no longer thinking as the tears washed over him.
Brendon and Ryan got up quickly, walking over to gather the shattered Jon up.
"Hey now, it'll be okay. At least he can't go anywhere," Brendon said, attempting to comfort Jon. Ryan just sat beside him, rubbing his back comfortingly. Jon's sobs grew louder, Ryan and Brendon exchanging a look and scooping him off the floor. Together they both carried him over to the couch, lying him gently across it as he cried "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," over and over pathetically.
All three of them turned to look at the silent silhouette lurking in the doorway, gasping inwardly.
~*~
Spencer was watching wearily from his place, examining the three. His hair was wraggled in a depressing way, and tears streamed down his cheeks, eyes bloodshot and lips swollen.
"You," he said piercingly, pointing an accusing finger at Jon. Jon's eyes widened significantly, his entire body stiffening.
"You, fucked with him," insert a heart-wrenching snarl at Brendon. "And you," he said, jabbing his finger at Ry with a deafening glare. "You're supposed to be my best friend. Well you know what?" Spencer screeched, marching towards Brendon with his hands balled into tight fists.
He swung one hand out at Brendon, Bren wincing instinctively but only to find Spencer's hand knotted in the back of his hair. Spence hauled Brendon to him and crushed their lips together forcefully.
A gasped slipped through both Jon and Ryan's mouths as Brendon began to return Spencer's rage. His eyes shut tightly as he groped at Spencer's hips, nails tearing the skin. Spencer's legs wound around Brendon's waist and they tumbled onto the loveseat, both lashing out in angst.
Not that they would admit it aloud but Ryan and Jon were a bit turned on by this. Spencer and Brendon were shedding layer by layer of each other's clothing and soon they were laying skin-to-skin against one another, wrestling for dominance.
"You cocky bitch," Brendon mumbling corsely against Spencer's lips as he quickly thrusted three, unlubricated fingers into his ass.
"AHH. Ngg, you fucking PRICK," Spencer moaned, pressing down on Brendon's fingers.
"I'll show YOU a prick!" Ryan growled, storming over to Spencer who had his mouth hanging open, engulfed in a moan as Brendon brushed his prostate.
Ryan pushed his jeans down to his knees, cradling Spencer's chin as he forced his half-hard cock into his lifelong friend's hot and waiting mouth. Spencer moaned at the taste of precum already forming on Ryan's dick, hollowing his cheeks as he felt Ryan getting harder.
Jon, being left alone on the couch, was definitely enjoying the scene as he palmed himself through his jeans. "Ungf, fuck dude," he moaned, watching his fiance's enraged face as he sucked his best friend while being fingered.
After barely prepping Spencer, Brendon pulled his fingers out, grabbing Spencer's hips roughly and tearing inside of him, moaning as Spencer squirmed in protest, giving him a sensational feeling.
Unable to just watch any longer, Jon got up from the couch, peeling off his clothing and grabbing Brendon's hips, stilling his movements inside of Spencer.
"Jon? What the f- UNFF," Brendon moaned as Jon buried himself deep inside of Brendon, unprepped and unlubricated.
As Jon set up a jerky, raw pace, Brendon moved inside of Spencer with the same speed. Loud moans filled the cabin as they all grew closer and closer to a breaking point.
A loud, high-pitched squeal erupted from Spencer as he came, hard, all over Brendon and Ryan's couch. He continued to suck Ryan off as he softened, Brendon still thrusting inside of him at Jon's pace.
Ryan came next, deep in Spencer's throat, moaning a stream of profanities as he did. He thrust a few times into Spencer's mouth, before pulling out and sitting on the ground, leaning against the loveseat.
Jon and Brendon were last, coming almost at the exact same moment, both of them buried deep in ecstasy. Jon's teeth tore at Brendon's shoulder as he came, grunting as he thrust faster and harsher into his friend, then pulling out exhaustedly and collapsing on the couch.
Brendon's thrusts slowed, pushing deeper and deeper before stopping, coming deep in Spencer's sore ass. "Ung, SpencerSpencerSpencer..." Brendon moaned, haunched over as he finished coming, pulling out of Spencer but remaining on top of him.
After a few moments of silence, Jon spoke up. "Spin?"
He was answered with a halfhearted, 'hnn?'
"I'm sorry baby. Will you-will you please put your ring back on?"
"Now Jonathan, you know I don't have a cock ring. I'm not the one who needs it," he chuckled, crawling out from under Brendon to cuddle into Jon's lap. "Of course I will baby. On one condition."
Jon gulped, frightened. "What's that..?"
"I get to top for as long as we're stuck here."
Jon's jaw dropped remarkably as he searched for something to say. Sure, he'd bottomed before, but only a few times because he's been unable to stay hard it hurt so much.
"I promise it won't hurt baby. I'll be very gentle," Spencer continued, caressing his lover's slack jaw.
"I.. O-okay..." he stuttered, shaking slightly.
Spencer smiled widely as he reached over to Jon's pants, pulling the ring out of the back pocket and sliding it back onto the rightful place on his finger.
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A/N: Tadaa! I'm sorry. This sucked. I don't know why. Blame writer's block.
Again, I am SOSOSOOO sorry this took so long. Especially to Danielle. Because she so hates me now.
Anyways, yeah...
Comments fuel the fire <33
Author: zandraxxzazzy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bryce-Walk(That pairing is SO copyrighted. MINE D:<)
POV: Third
Disclaimer: This is as real as Dolly Parton's boobs.
Author Notes: I'm like, indescribably sorry for the wait... I've got the worst writer's block ever, I can't even do my schoolwork it's so awful. Anyways, I hope you all don't hate me too much...
And LOLOLOL. I'm watching little kid shows while writing this... So so wrong... xD
Previous Chapters
"Jon... Jon you..." Spencer stammered, examining the scene before him: Ryan, Brendon, AND Jon with their pants around their ankles, jizz still on the corner of Jon's mouth. This was so not happening to him.
"Spen... baby, I can expla-" Jon started, but was shorthanded by Spencer.
"Save it you deadbeat," he gushed, storming out of the living room as tears prickled the back of his eyes, threatening to pool over.
Everyone sat within an awkward silence after the unwelcoming slam of the bedroom door. Ryan and Brendon were shooting eachother concerned looks, whilst Jon stared at his hands, a million thoughts running through his mind.
Jon was the first one to break the silence, standing and pulling his jeans up, walking down the hall to his and Spencer's bedroom. Ryan and Brendon stared at each other, straining to hear the conversation.
"Spence, baby please, I'm so sorry," Jon pleaded from the outside of the door.
Ryan, who was closest to the hall, could make out a barely audible, "Go away you ass hole! I can't believe you!" coming from a sob-choked Spencer Smith.
"Baby please, I'm sorry! I don't know why I did it! Please let me in honey. Please." Jon continued to beg relentlessly, trying again to open the door with no avail.
"No! I never want to see you again!" Spencer wailed, chucking a small, elegant band of gold with small, sparkling stones along it out the underside of the door. "Go ahead and cut a hole in the goddamn roof! I hope snow comes pouring in a freezer-burns your worthless ass!" he cried, breaking off into a stream of relentless tears on the last syllable.
Jon continued to spill endless appoligies before collapsing on the floor in front of the bedroom. "Please, please, please..." he murmured, no longer thinking as the tears washed over him.
Brendon and Ryan got up quickly, walking over to gather the shattered Jon up.
"Hey now, it'll be okay. At least he can't go anywhere," Brendon said, attempting to comfort Jon. Ryan just sat beside him, rubbing his back comfortingly. Jon's sobs grew louder, Ryan and Brendon exchanging a look and scooping him off the floor. Together they both carried him over to the couch, lying him gently across it as he cried "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," over and over pathetically.
All three of them turned to look at the silent silhouette lurking in the doorway, gasping inwardly.
~*~
Spencer was watching wearily from his place, examining the three. His hair was wraggled in a depressing way, and tears streamed down his cheeks, eyes bloodshot and lips swollen.
"You," he said piercingly, pointing an accusing finger at Jon. Jon's eyes widened significantly, his entire body stiffening.
"You, fucked with him," insert a heart-wrenching snarl at Brendon. "And you," he said, jabbing his finger at Ry with a deafening glare. "You're supposed to be my best friend. Well you know what?" Spencer screeched, marching towards Brendon with his hands balled into tight fists.
He swung one hand out at Brendon, Bren wincing instinctively but only to find Spencer's hand knotted in the back of his hair. Spence hauled Brendon to him and crushed their lips together forcefully.
A gasped slipped through both Jon and Ryan's mouths as Brendon began to return Spencer's rage. His eyes shut tightly as he groped at Spencer's hips, nails tearing the skin. Spencer's legs wound around Brendon's waist and they tumbled onto the loveseat, both lashing out in angst.
Not that they would admit it aloud but Ryan and Jon were a bit turned on by this. Spencer and Brendon were shedding layer by layer of each other's clothing and soon they were laying skin-to-skin against one another, wrestling for dominance.
"You cocky bitch," Brendon mumbling corsely against Spencer's lips as he quickly thrusted three, unlubricated fingers into his ass.
"AHH. Ngg, you fucking PRICK," Spencer moaned, pressing down on Brendon's fingers.
"I'll show YOU a prick!" Ryan growled, storming over to Spencer who had his mouth hanging open, engulfed in a moan as Brendon brushed his prostate.
Ryan pushed his jeans down to his knees, cradling Spencer's chin as he forced his half-hard cock into his lifelong friend's hot and waiting mouth. Spencer moaned at the taste of precum already forming on Ryan's dick, hollowing his cheeks as he felt Ryan getting harder.
Jon, being left alone on the couch, was definitely enjoying the scene as he palmed himself through his jeans. "Ungf, fuck dude," he moaned, watching his fiance's enraged face as he sucked his best friend while being fingered.
After barely prepping Spencer, Brendon pulled his fingers out, grabbing Spencer's hips roughly and tearing inside of him, moaning as Spencer squirmed in protest, giving him a sensational feeling.
Unable to just watch any longer, Jon got up from the couch, peeling off his clothing and grabbing Brendon's hips, stilling his movements inside of Spencer.
"Jon? What the f- UNFF," Brendon moaned as Jon buried himself deep inside of Brendon, unprepped and unlubricated.
As Jon set up a jerky, raw pace, Brendon moved inside of Spencer with the same speed. Loud moans filled the cabin as they all grew closer and closer to a breaking point.
A loud, high-pitched squeal erupted from Spencer as he came, hard, all over Brendon and Ryan's couch. He continued to suck Ryan off as he softened, Brendon still thrusting inside of him at Jon's pace.
Ryan came next, deep in Spencer's throat, moaning a stream of profanities as he did. He thrust a few times into Spencer's mouth, before pulling out and sitting on the ground, leaning against the loveseat.
Jon and Brendon were last, coming almost at the exact same moment, both of them buried deep in ecstasy. Jon's teeth tore at Brendon's shoulder as he came, grunting as he thrust faster and harsher into his friend, then pulling out exhaustedly and collapsing on the couch.
Brendon's thrusts slowed, pushing deeper and deeper before stopping, coming deep in Spencer's sore ass. "Ung, SpencerSpencerSpencer..." Brendon moaned, haunched over as he finished coming, pulling out of Spencer but remaining on top of him.
After a few moments of silence, Jon spoke up. "Spin?"
He was answered with a halfhearted, 'hnn?'
"I'm sorry baby. Will you-will you please put your ring back on?"
"Now Jonathan, you know I don't have a cock ring. I'm not the one who needs it," he chuckled, crawling out from under Brendon to cuddle into Jon's lap. "Of course I will baby. On one condition."
Jon gulped, frightened. "What's that..?"
"I get to top for as long as we're stuck here."
Jon's jaw dropped remarkably as he searched for something to say. Sure, he'd bottomed before, but only a few times because he's been unable to stay hard it hurt so much.
"I promise it won't hurt baby. I'll be very gentle," Spencer continued, caressing his lover's slack jaw.
"I.. O-okay..." he stuttered, shaking slightly.
Spencer smiled widely as he reached over to Jon's pants, pulling the ring out of the back pocket and sliding it back onto the rightful place on his finger.
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A/N: Tadaa! I'm sorry. This sucked. I don't know why. Blame writer's block.
Again, I am SOSOSOOO sorry this took so long. Especially to Danielle. Because she so hates me now.
Anyways, yeah...
Comments fuel the fire <33