More [2/2] | Brendon/Adam | NC-17 | ~ 18000 words
Part ONE
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"I drove over," Brendon says when Adam answers the door. "So I don't know if your plans involved alcohol, or--"
"No specific plans," Adam says. "But you can always just stay the night."
"Even now that you've found out about my sleep-interrupting ways?" Brendon asks.
He meant it as a joke, and thinks that Adam is going to laugh, but instead Adam gives him a long look and says, "I guess we'll just have to tire you out first."
Brendon clears his throat and says, "Should I take off my shoes?"
"Yeah," Adam says. "Come in for a while."
Adam ducks down and pecks Brendon on the mouth after he's finished toeing off his sneakers, but Brendon leaves his head tilted backward. Adam kisses him again. Brendon's still holding his car keys and they jingle in his hand when he reaches for Adam.
"You can set those over there," Adam says, nodding at the little table set up beside the front door.
Brendon pulls back enough to toss them over. They land near the edge, but don't fall onto the floor, so Brendon turns back to Adam, running both hands up his chest. Adam's t-shirt feels warm and soft under Brendon's palms. He steadies himself by holding on to Adam's shoulders and rises up on his toes so that he can reach Adam's mouth better. He still feels off balance, but when Adam's hands come around his waist, that helps.
"There are places we could be that are more awesome than my foyer," Adam says. "Like my bedroom, for example."
"That's," Brendon says, and then bites back a choked sound when Adam drops his head and catches Brendon's earlobe between his teeth. Brendon feels this surge go straight down to his dick, already hard in his pants. "A good idea," he finally finishes breathlessly.
He lifts his hand to cup the back of Adam's neck, holding him in place. Adam kisses down the side of Brendon's neck, and moves his arm, dragging the heel of his hand over Brendon's erection. Brendon tightens his grip on Adam's neck.
Adam lifts his head, kisses Brendon hard on the mouth, and takes a slow step back. Brendon's hands fall away, and Adam grabs one of them, lacing their fingers together and tugging Brendon forward, walking them down the hallway.
They step into Adam's bedroom, but Adam stops instead of climbing on the bed. He keeps hold of Brendon's hand and says, "Hold up," stepping backwards until his back is pressed against the wall, pulling Brendon with him. "You still haven't told me what you're into."
Brendon shrugs, tries to shake his hand free but Adam doesn't let go.
"We can do whatever," Brendon says.
"Whatever," Adam repeats. "Brendon, you said the other day that you didn't bottom, we can't do whatever."
"No, we can do that," Brendon says. "It's not a big deal."
"I thought you said--"
"It's not a big deal to me," Brendon repeats. "You're the one who keeps bringing it up."
Adam gives him a weird look.
"No, seriously," Brendon says. "We can do that. Right now. Let's just-- yeah, go for it." Brendon feels like his heart is pounding in his throat, and he hopes that Adam doesn't notice the way it makes his voice sound strange.
"I don't even think I want to know the shit that goes through your head," Adam says, shaking his head. He looks at Brendon and says seriously, "I'm not saying I want to fuck you."
"Okay," Brendon says, feeling his breath come in a little easier.
Adam rubs his hand down Brendon's arm, and Brendon leans in again instead of trying to edge backwards.
"How about this," Adam says. "I'd really like it if you sucked me off." He touches his thumb to the corner of Brendon's mouth, then drags his fingers across Brendon's cheek, tucking a little wisp of hair behind Brendon's ear.
"Okay," Brendon says. His tongue feels thick in his mouth already.
"And then I'll get you off however you want," Adam says.
Brendon nods even as he starts dropping to his knees.
"You don't have to--" Adam says, going breathless when Brendon rubs his hand over Adam's dick. "There's the bed right there."
Brendon ignores him, focusing on unzipping Adam's pants and easing them down his hips.
He has to hold onto the base of Adam's dick to guide it into his mouth, his other hand resting on his own thigh. When he starts working his mouth, he moves his hand to Adam's leg instead, touching just above where Adam's pants are bunched around his thighs.
Brendon starts bobbing up and down, up and down. He closes his eyes and breathes through his nose, only opening them again when he feels a faint touch against the side of his head.
"Sorry," Adam says, pulling his hand away.
Brendon looks up. It's hard to see at this angle, and his mouth goes still as he tries to see Adam's face.
"Sorry, no, don't stop," Adam says. "I just have trouble keeping my hands to myself."
Brendon pulls back, licking his lips. He says, "It's okay," and guides Adam's dick back into his mouth.
Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Adam set his hand onto his stomach. His nails are painted black and curled just above his hip bone. Brendon pulls off again.
"I mean, it's okay," Brendon says. "You don't have to keep your hands to yourself."
"The other time," Adam says. "It seemed like you weren't into it."
Brendon doesn't say anything. He closes his eyes and opens his mouth, sucking on the head of Adam's dick, and eventually he feels another light touch to the back of his head. He tilts his head back a little, pushing into it, and Adam's fingers slide through his hair.
He circles his tongue in sloppy circles around the head, around and around until Adam makes a sharp, high noise and pushes at the back of Brendon's head. Brendon slides further down Adam's dick, and Adam strokes his hand through Brendon's hair, his hips twitching forward.
Brendon pulls back, starts tonguing the head again, moving down only when Adam's fingers start to push. It's just a light pressure to his head that eases up after Brendon's taken most of Adam's dick back into his mouth.
Brendon keeps going down, and Adam says softly, "Yeah," his fingers digging in a little. He doesn't push hard, but something in having his hand there makes it easier for Brendon to keep going, even when the head of Adam's dick hits the back of his throat. He slides up again before it's enough to make him gag, starts licking at the head instead.
Adam's hand starts pushing more quickly this time, guiding Brendon down again. He doesn't stop pushing right away and Brendon takes him in deeper than before. Adam touches Brendon's jaw with his other hand. He says, "Fuck. Look at you," and combs his fingers through Brendon's hair. Brendon stays down as long as he can, stays where he is until he has to pull off to take a breath.
Adam's fingers in his hair are soothing, and when they tighten that's okay too. He licks the head and goes down when Adam starts to push, and then holds still as Adam's grip on his hair tightens. His spine feels shivery.
He hasn't been taking Adam all the way in, but when Adam runs his fingers over Brendon's forehead and says, "Tilt your head back," he takes him a little deeper, a little more, almost all the way there. He leans forward, but that screws up the angle, and he chokes, pulls back up quickly and then all the way off, trying to catch his breath.
Adam says, "Hey, it's okay," and waits for Brendon to open his mouth again before he starts pushing forward.
He says, "Like this," and takes a bigger handful of hair, pulling Brendon's head back but then holding him still. Brendon opens his mouth wider and Adam thrusts forward, slow and smooth, not pushing in all the way. He fucks into Brendon's mouth with short strokes, scratches at the back of Brendon's head when he wants him to suck harder. It's hard to swallow away the extra saliva with Adam's dick filling up his mouth, and Brendon's lips slide wet and sloppy.
Adam loosens his hand in Brendon's hair and Brendon pulls back, leaving the head of Adam's dick resting on his tongue while he takes a few deep breaths.
Adam's hand cups the back of Brendon's head, and he tips back, letting Adam support him. He lets his jaw drop open and Adam starts moving again. He keeps his strokes the same length, so it's not too difficult for Brendon to time his breathing. He doesn't try to inhale when Adam's pushing in. He closes his eyes and loses himself in the rhythm, the feeling of Adam's dick sliding in his mouth. When Adam relaxes his hand and Brendon lingers over the head, he can taste precome.
Adam starts pushing down again, doesn't thrust up this time. He says, "Come on, there you go, lift your jaw," helping Brendon move his head to the right angle. Brendon gets Adam's dick to the back of his mouth, and it seems like it's okay so he takes him in a little more.
"Fuck, yeah, there you go," Adam says, rubbing the tips of his fingers against Brendon's head. "Use your tongue."
Brendon doesn't know what that means. He slides his tongue forward, can't do much else like this, and somehow that opens up his throat a little more, lets him take Adam a little deeper. He can feel Adam's dick along the whole length of his tongue. Adam's breath catches in his throat, and Brendon tries to move his tongue again, just a tiny forward motion.
Adam softens his fingers and Brendon's slides up, faster moving up than getting down. He takes a quick breath then opens his mouth wide again. He starts sinking down before Adam begins pushing, but Adam's fingers tighten shortly after, slowing him down. He keeps the same pressure, even once Brendon's all the way back down, keeps Brendon in place. Brendon's got both hands on Adam's legs: one high on his thigh and the other curled up above his knee. He can feel his fingers tightening, not to push Adam away, just so he has something to hold onto.
Brendon takes longer to catch his breath this time. He can feel Adam's hand moving the whole time, but Adam doesn't try to push him down, just touches. He licks precome off the head of Adam's dick.
Adam says, "Use your hand," and it takes Brendon a minute to figure out what that means. He lets go of Adam's leg and wraps his hand around Adam's dick, and Adam says, "With your mouth." He pets his fingers through Brendon's hair but leaves his hand still, just a gentle weight on the back of Brendon's head, when Brendon starts moving.
Brendon's mouth slides wetly and soon his hand does as well. He listens to the slick noises of his hand slipping over Adam's dick, the rough sounds of Adam breathing.
"A little tighter," Adam says. Brendon grips a little harder with the circle of his fingers, tries to increase the suction of his mouth. He's not at the best angle anymore, but it's easier to move with his head like this so he takes Adam in just to the back of his mouth and uses his hand on the rest.
After the first time he tries twisting his wrist as he slides up, Adam's hand jerks, tugging his hair sharply. Brendon can feel his shoulders tighten, pulling together. He leaves his eyes closed.
"Keep doing that," Adam says, so Brendon does it again, tries to keep up the same rhythm. Listens as Adam's breathing gets more and more uneven.
"You're going to make me come," Adam says in this thin, high voice that makes Brendon's dick ache.
He holds his breath, taking quick little gulps of air each time he pulls up. He's going to have to pull off and take a full breath soon, but he wants to wait, wants to make Adam come.
Adam's fingers tighten and it feels sharp at first but it fades quickly, or maybe it doesn't but it's good, it's a good kind of sharp, and then Adam's hips jerk forward, the roughest he's been all night. He thrusts forward a handful of times, hard and quick, yanks on Brendon's hair and Brendon's chest hurts with how turned on he is. He holds his breath while Adam comes in his mouth and it tastes sharp and Brendon leaves his mouth open and feels it fill his mouth. Adam pulls back a little and Brendon's swallows.
He swallows again, Adam's hand tight in his hair but not pulling anymore, and then Adam pulls out entirely. His hand is still in Brendon's hair, but he slides down until he's on the floor in front of Brendon, and when he guides Brendon's head back, it's so that their lips can meet. Adam pushes his tongue into Brendon's mouth, scratches on the back of Brendon's head in encouragement until Brendon eases his tongue forward. He slides his tongue into Adam's mouth and Adam sucks gently.
Brendon sags forward, his thighs shaking from being on his knees for so long and from how tightly he is wound. His hands folded automatically into his lap when Adam dropped down, and he feels his fingers twitch. He presses his palm to his dick, rocking the heel of his hand for friction.
Adam pulls away, looking down. Brendon freezes, but it's too late to move his hand away. He watches Adam, who looks down at him for a minute before raising his head again.
"Do you want to get yourself off?" Adam asks. "Jerk yourself off while I watch?"
Brendon's fingers tighten. He realizes that his mouth is open and bites his lip, nodding. He moves his hand again, rocking his hand down.
"Push your jeans down," Adam says. "Let me see you."
Brendon tries to exhale slowly, but it still sounds loud and shaky. He fumbles with the button of his jeans, lifting up to push them off his hips then sinking back onto his heels. He hisses when he wraps his hand around his cock, no fabric in the way this time. It almost feels like too much already, after being so hard for so long. He lets his head fall forward, eyes focused on a spot on the ground in front of him but not really seeing anything.
"Give me your hand," Adam says.
Brendon lets go of his dick right away, lifting his hand in front of him. Adam circles his fingers around Brendon's wrist and tilts it until Brendon's palm is facing up. He bends forward and licks over Brendon's palm, sucks each of his fingers into his mouth, one after another and then lets go.
Brendon hunches forward, his hand flying back to his dick. It slides easily now, feels even better. He's making these stupid hoarse noises each time he flicks his thumb over the head but that somehow still doesn't seem like reason enough to stop doing it.
Adam shifts, but Brendon keeps looking at the floor. He jerks himself faster.
"Say something," Adam says.
Brendon swallows, bites down on the inside of his cheek before asking, "What should I say?"
"What are you thinking about?"
Brendon swallows again. He says, "My mouth feels raw. I can--" He exhales sharply. "I can still taste your come."
Adam reaches forward, touches two of his fingers to Brendon's mouth. He brushes the tips of his fingers over Brendon's cheekbone and says, "I want to see your face."
Brendon squeezes his eyes closed, his breath freezing in his chest. He strokes his hand up his dick one more time before he forces his eyes open, lifts his head. He looks at Adam and feels his mouth fall open, his breath rushing in loudly.
Adam asks, "Are you going to come now?" and Brendon nods quickly, jerking his head up and down as his hand flies over his dick, and then he comes and he can't keep his head up any longer. He curls in on himself and shakes.
Adam wraps his arm around Brendon's shoulders and pulls him to his feet. Brendon doesn't think that he can stand up quite yet, but Adam's there to help him and they make it over to the bed.
His leg buckle a little and he's glad when he can throw himself onto the mattress.
"Take off your pants," Adam says. "I'll give you a massage."
"A leg massage?" Brendon asks, his voice thick and slow. He moves to take off his pants even though it takes a while to manage it with his clumsy fingers.
"Sure," Adam says. He walks around to the other side of the bed and grabs a bottle out of the drawer. "I've got oil and everything."
He passes the bottle to Brendon, to flicks the cap open and lifts it to his face to sniff while Adam strips off his own clothes.
Adam climbs back onto the bed and Brendon passes the bottle back.
"Smells good," Brendon says. "Kind of like--"
"Coconut," Adam fills in. "One of my friends is a massage therapist so I've got the good stuff," he says, wigging his eyebrows.
He drips oil onto his palm and rubs his hands together before settling in between Brendon's legs. He slides his hands up Brendon's thighs, spreading the oil before he actually starts rubbing. His thumbs dig in, and it's just enough, just right. Brendon lifts his arm, covering his eyes with his forearm and tries not to groan out loud.
"How are you so good at this?" Brendon rasps.
Adam laughs fondly. "My friend's a massage therapist," he repeats. "I got her to teach me a few tricks."
Brendon tries to think of something else to say but Adam's thumbs hit the thick muscle that runs down from Brendon's groin, and he just ends up hissing loudly.
"Are you getting hard again?" Adam asks, some time later.
"No," Brendon says immediately. "Shh. Just don't look."
Brendon feels Adam's hands leave his skin and he cracks one eye open. Adam's reaching for the bottle of oil again.
"Alternatively," Adam says, and this time he reaches for Brendon's dick, wrapping his slick fingers around Brendon's erection.
"Oh," Brendon says softly, arching his hips forward. "Yeah, okay. Maybe that instead."
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Brendon wakes. He holds himself perfectly still and slowly squints one eye open until he can see Adam, whose own eyes are already open. Adam's lying on his side, facing Brendon. He grins when Brendon blinks at him and says softly, "Morning."
"Hey," Brendon says, scrubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand. "When did you wake up?"
"Just now," Adam says. "A car alarm went off; that's probably what woke you too."
"'kay," Brendon says. He rubs at his cheek then reaches for Adam. Adam slides over, wrapping his arm around Brendon's waist. Brendon arches his back and kicks his feet, trying to shake away the tangle of blankets. "'t time's it?" he asks.
Adam lifts himself up and looks over Brendon's body at the bedside table. "After ten," he says.
Brendon makes an unhappy noise.
"We can go back to sleep," Adam says.
Brendon closes his eyes, inhales deeply before squirming around. He lifts his leg and rests his knee on top of Adam's hip, and Adam's hand slides around to cup the curve of Brendon's ass. Their faces are close together on the pillow, and Brendon purses his lips, moves his head forward and pecks Adam on the mouth with closed lips. Adam's hand strokes over Brendon's hip.
"Let's take a shower together," Brendon says.
Adam says, "Okay," pats Brendon on the hip and waits until Brendon moves his leg away to start rolling off the bed.
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Brendon's hair has dried by the time he gets back home.
Shane yells, "Hey," and then Brendon can hear the backdoor open and close as Shane lets the dogs back in.
"Hey," Brendon calls.
"Did you have a good night?" Shane asks.
"Yup," Brendon says.
"When am I going to get to meet this girl?"
"I dunno," Brendon says. "I'm going to make coffee, you want any?"
"I think there's still some left in the pot I made this morning," Shane says. "You can finish what's in there if you want."
Brendon walks into the kitchen and grabs a mug out of the cupboard. He fills it with coffee, puts it into the microwave and leans against the counter while he waits for it to heat up. He wonders if Shane is going to come into the kitchen, wonders what he would say to Shane if he did. He wonders if he's going to see Adam tonight, and ends up ducking his head as he grins to himself. He feels like a dope, standing in the kitchen and rubbing the back of his neck, but he's happy and he's tired.
The microwave beeps and Brendon takes the mug out. Shane doesn't come in, so Brendon takes the cup with him into the living room and curls up on the couch. The remote control is within reach, but he doesn't turn the TV on, just sits quietly and thinks.
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Zack calls later that afternoon and says, "You remember about the interview you're doing tomorrow? A car will come to pick you up at six am."
Brendon groans. "Get Ryan and Spencer to do it. Spence isn't leaving until later in the afternoon."
"They'll be in the car when it comes to get you," Zack says.
Brendon calls Adam once he gets off the phone with Zack and says sadly, "I've got to do press tomorrow morning."
"Poor baby," Adam says. "I'm doing a TV spot tonight so I wouldn't be able to get together until late, but you're going to need to sleep, right?"
"Well, not necessarily," Brendon says.
"Sleep," Adam says. "Promote your CD. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah," Brendon says. "That would be good. I'll nap in the afternoon so I'll be better company."
"When are you going to head over?" Adam asks.
"I could call you when I wake up?" Brendon suggests.
"Sounds good. I'll talk to you then."
"Hey," Brendon says before hanging up the phone. "I had fun last night."
He thinks that he can tell that Adam is smiling from the sound of Adam's voice when he says, "Yeah, me too."
"I'll see you tomorrow," Brendon says.
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Brendon runs his fingers through his hair, but it's mostly just shapeless and fluffy right now. He should probably try and cut it sometime soon.
"I'm going out," Brendon tells Shane when he walks into the living room to grab his phone, sitting on the coffee table where he left it after calling Adam.
"Where are you going?" Shane asks. Dylan's tiny head is resting on Shane's thigh.
"I dunno," Brendon says. "I'm going to meet Adam and then we're going to decide."
"Adam?"
"Adam Lambert," Brendon says, his voice rising higher at the end.
"You're friends with the dude from American Idol?" Shane asks. "Crazy! Regan really liked him this season. How long have you been friends for?"
Brendon opens his mouth, then closes it again. "Adam's gay," he finally says.
"Um, yeah, I know," Shane says. "I'm pretty sure that all of America is aware of that."
"So, I mean." Brendon clears his throat, flipping his phone in his hands. He looks down at the shiny metal and says, "So, that's where I've been spending the night lately."
"I thought you'd started dating someone," Shane says.
"I have started dating someone," Brendon says. He taps his thumb on the edge of his phone.
"Oh," Shane says. "Wait, what? Seriously?"
"Yup," Brendon says.
"You're dating the American Idol dude?" Shane asks.
"Yes."
"I've seen pictures of him in a dress," Shane says. "Is he like--"
"No," Brendon says, cutting him off. "No, he's a dude."
"Whoa," Shane says. "I was totally not expecting that."
"Yeah," Brendon says. "Well."
"What's it like dating a guy?" Shane asks. "Is it any different?"
"Um, yeah, yeah, it's different," Brendon says. "If it were exactly the same then there wouldn't be any reason... not to date girls, I don't know."
"Do you get to have sex anytime you want to?" Shane asks. "That would be pretty cool."
Brendon smiles, his lips pressed tightly together.
"I could maybe date a guy if it meant that I could have sex all the time," Shane ponders.
"You could date a guy if you were gay," Brendon says. "Which you're not, so that's kind of a moot point." His throat feels tight and it makes his voice come out thin and higher than usual.
"Are you gay?" Shane asks, looking up at Brendon.
"I don't know," Brendon says. "I don't know if I'll, like, date girls again sometime or what, but I'm kind of-- with a guy, currently, so that's-- where I'm at right now."
"Well, you never know," Shane says. "It's not a big deal."
Brendon nods automatically before stopping himself. He says, "It sort of feels like a big deal."
"No, I just mean-- you're still Brendon, it's not like some big thing. You're still my buddy."
"Yeah," Brendon says. "Okay, good. I'm just saying, it's been kind of-- different, and so. I wanted to tell you, and then maybe sometime I could bring him over and we could all hang out a bit or something."
"Dude, definitely," Shane says. "Bring him over. It's totally cool."
Brendon nods, grins awkwardly when Shane comes over and gives him a half-hug, wrapping his arm around Brendon's shoulders.
"You going to tell your band?" he asks.
"I guess... eventually," Brendon says. "I'm not really-- I mean, I was ready to tell you, and then sometime I'll tell them, and then I guess, I don't know. My family. I'm not even ready to think about telling my family yet."
Which is literally true; every time something comes up that reminds him of his family, the only thing that goes through Brendon's head is, I don't even want to think about telling them. But. Maybe one day.
"I'll tell the guys sometime," Brendon says.
"You know they won't care," Shane says.
"I know," Brendon says. "It's not even that." He shrugs.
"Well, I'm just saying," Shane says. "You don't have to worry or anything."
Brendon nods. "Anyway, I've got to get going."
"Cool," Shane says. "So. Have fun with your boyfriend." He lifts one shoulder when Brendon raises his eyebrows. "I'm getting used to it," Shane says.
"Me, too," Brendon says, scratching at his forehead.
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"I came out to my roommate today," Brendon says. He's sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, and Adam's stretching out, lying with his head against Brendon's thigh. He looks up at Brendon, his head twisting backwards.
"Was that okay?" he asks.
"Yeah," Brendon says. "It was good. He's a cool guy. I wasn't really-- I wasn't that worried." He touches his fingers to Adam's forehead, tracing the line of his eyebrow gently. Adam's forehead is wrinkled as he looks upward, but his face relaxes under Brendon's fingers.
"Is he the first person you've told?" Adam says.
"Yeah," Brendon says. "Is that-- okay? I'm not trying to, I mean, I'm just, it's just."
"Yeah, of course," Adam says, patting Brendon's elbow with his hand. "No one knew before?"
"It never came up," Brendon says. Adam doesn't say anything and Brendon moves his hand away. He says, "That was a stupid thing to say."
"No, I don't know. I've been out since before your balls dropped," Adam says.
Brendon snorts.
"So you can tell people or not but I'm-- out," Adam says. "Period."
"I know," Brendon says quickly. "And it was good, telling him was good." He flattens his hand across Adam's chest. "I like how you are."
Adam lifts his chin and Brendon folds in half until he can reach, kissing Adam quickly.
"You want to hang out here tonight?" Brendon asks. "Go somewhere?"
"Lets go out for a drink and a dance," Adam says. "But you're going to have to not get drunk, I'm sorry. I have plans for you for later." He sits up, rising to his feet and offering Brendon a hand.
"Deal," Brendon says.
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They run into people Adam knows at the club -- Brendon gets the impression that they would have run into someone Adam knew no matter where they went -- but Adam just chats briefly before pulling Brendon onto the dance floor. They haven't gotten a drink yet, but Adam's a good dancer, and Brendon's probably better off following his lead than getting drunk anyway.
Adam circles Brendon's hips with his hands and drags him in closer, slides his leg in between Brendon's thighs. Adam rolls his hips and wiggles his eyebrows, and it's lewd and it's hilarious. Brendon laughs into Adam's collarbone and goes hard against his thigh.
A couple of songs in and Brendon's sweating, shaking his hair. Adam pushes at Brendon's hip until Brendon turns around and then he tucks the fingers of one hand just under the waistband of Brendon's jeans and flattens his other hand to Brendon's belly, holding him close. He bends his knees and rocks his hips against Brendon's ass. Brendon leans backward until his head touches Adam's shoulder.
Adam ducks his head, presses a kiss to the line of Brendon's neck, and Brendon tilts to make more room. He can hear Adam breathing, feel their bodies pressed close together. He wants to push Adam's hand the rest of the way down his pants. He wants to not be wearing clothes.
Brendon turns back around and reaches up, curling his fingers around the back of Adam's neck and pulling him down. "Does this count as having a dance?" he asks.
"Yeah, I'd say so," Adam says, laughing breathlessly. "You want to go get a drink now?"
"I was thinking maybe we could go back to your place instead," Brendon says.
Adam rocks forward, this purposeful roll of his hips that slides their erections together.
"Yeah," Adam says. "We can do that."
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Brendon holds Adam's hand the whole cab ride back, sliding across the back seat and lifting his nearest leg to drape it over Adam's, their knees crossing. Adam traces designs over the back of Brendon's hand, his painted fingernails sliding over Brendon's skin.
They get back to Adam's house and Brendon grabs onto Adam's hips, pushing from behind and steering Adam to the bedroom.
He aims Adam for the bed, and Adam turns around, sitting back on the mattress. Brendon lifts his leg, nudging at Adam's knee with his own until Adam scoots further back on the bed and Brendon can climb up as well, straddling Adam with his knees on the mattress and his ass resting on Adam's thighs. Adam wraps his arms around Brendon's waist holding him in place and Brendon settles in, kisses Adam slow and wet.
He slides his mouth along Adam's jaw and, with their cheeks pressed together, says quietly, "I've never been fucked before."
Adam moves his head minutely, a tiny nod.
Brendon presses his lips to the soft skin just below Adam's earlobe, then whispers, "I want to try."
"Tonight?" Adam asks.
"Yeah," Brendon says. He kisses Adam's neck, sucks softly enough that it won't leave a mark then bites down gently, flicking his tongue out again. Adam tastes a little salty from sweat, and it makes Brendon want to put his mouth on more skin.
He raises his head. Adam opens his eyes slowly, grins at Brendon and slides his hands up Brendon's back, pulling Brendon's t-shirt as he goes. Brendon lifts his hands and Adam removes his t-shirt. There's a brief moment where Brendon can't see, and he tightens his thighs so that he doesn't lose his balance. Once Adam has thrown the t-shirt to the side, Brendon reaches down and helps Adam take off his own shirt.
He wiggles backward, steps down onto the floor, standing in front of Adam. He touches his fingers to the front of his jeans then slowly pops the button open. Adam's staring at him, and it makes Brendon's breathing catch. Adam reaches out and tugs at the waistband of Brendon's jeans, not pulling hard enough to actually move them, and looks up at Brendon. Brendon slides the zipper down, eases his jeans past the curve of his hips.
He steadies himself of Adam's shoulder and reaches one hand then the other to push his jeans off his ankles. Stands naked in front of Adam, who leans forward and presses a kiss just above Brendon's belly button. Adam tilts his head back and Brendon runs his fingers down the side of Adam's face.
He pushes lightly at Adam's shoulders and Adam falls backward, landing flat on the bed. He lifts his hips after Brendon undoes his pants and raises one leg at a time so that Brendon can pull his pants all the way off, and then they're both naked, bare skin sliding together as they crawl onto the center of the bed. Brendon crouches over Adam, braces himself on the bed and leans down for a kiss, Adam's lips parting easily under the pressure of his mouth.
Brendon dips his head to kiss Adam's chin before sitting back. "So, I know you've got lube," he says.
Adam grins, his fingers gripping Brendon's hips tightly. "That I do."
Brendon slides onto the bed while Adam rolls over, grabs the bottle of lube, and settles back beside Brendon.
"How do you want to do this?" he asks.
Brendon tilts his head. "With-- fingers first? I don't know what--"
"Do you want to get yourself ready?" Adam asks.
Brendon reaches for the bottle but stops before he actually makes contact. He says, "Um. Or maybe you could." Adam nods, even as Brendon says, "I just don't really know--" so Brendon trails off and closes his mouth.
"Always happy to oblige," Adam says, lifting one corner of his mouth higher than the other when he smiles.
Adam crawls in between Brendon's legs. Brendon has to spread his thighs, and then even wider yet to make room. He plants his feet on the bed and looks up at the ceiling.
It's a surprise when Adam's slick fingers close around his dick. Brendon lifts his head and watches Adam stroke him slowly, though he lies back down when he feels Adam's other hand move lower between his legs. Adam slides his wet fingers around Brendon's hole then starts pushing forward, just a pressure, not hard enough to get inside.
"Bear down, okay?" Adam says.
Brendon plants his feet a little wider, pushes against Adam's finger and after a moment it slides inside. Brendon feels himself immediately clamp down and Adam stops pushing. Brendon takes a shaky breath, tries to relax himself. It must work, because Adam's finger starts moving forward again, only for a little while before Brendon starts tightening against it.
"Work with me, sweetheart," Adam says, jerking Brendon slowly with his other hand. He rubs his thumb under the head of Brendon's dick and Brendon's hips jerk up, Adam's finger easing a little further inside.
Brendon exhales and he tries to make himself push back while he does it. Adam's finger sliding inside feels a bit better that way. It doesn't hurt, it's just weird. It's weird and it's moving inside of him, and Brendon wants to push down hard enough to get it out, but then when Adam starts easing his finger back, that feels even weirder.
"I don't know what to do," Brendon says, trying not to sound panicked.
"It's okay," Adam says, holding his finger still and moving his hand over Brendon's dick instead. "Tell me what's not working for you."
"It's-- I don't know," Brendon says. "I'm sorry."
"How about this," Adam says. "I'm going to finger you a bit while I jerk you off, and if you want to come like this, you can say so, and we can try again some other time."
"I want to do this," Brendon says.
"We can wait and see," Adam says. "So for right now, what can I do to make it feel better?"
"Just-- keep doing that," Brendon says. It's started to feel a little less weird, or talking has helped Brendon stop focusing so hard, or something. "How far inside are you?"
"Almost all the way," Adam says.
"Okay," Brendon says, feeling relieved. "That's good."
"I'm going to start sliding out," Adam warns, and then his finger begins moving back.
"Not too fast," Brendon says.
"This okay?" Adam asks.
"Yeah," Brendon says after thinking for a minute, at which time Adam is nearly all the way out.
Brendon's almost relieved when he starts pushing in again because that feels a little better. He knows to push down, and maybe he's starting to open up because it feels like Adam's finger slides in a lot easier this time. When Adam pulls his finger back, Brendon focuses on the hand on his dick instead, and that helps.
Adam pushes back inside and it's just like before except that Brendon knows what to expect and he's not as worried and maybe Adam doesn't need to go quite so slow anymore. Brendon rocks backward, trying to show Adam that it's okay, and ends up crying out softly.
"There?" Adam asks.
"I don't know," Brendon says. "Maybe."
Adam keeps doing what he's doing, and Brendon doesn't make another noise because he's not caught off guard this time.
He says, "I think-- yeah," and moves his hips again. It's not as good as Adam's hand moving slowly over his dick, but it's-- different. Something that makes him sweat, and he says, "Adam."
"What would you like?" Adam asks.
Brendon rocks his hips and repeats, "Adam," curling his fingers into the bedsheets.
"You've gotta tell me when you're ready for more," Adam says, and he keeps doing this thing with his finger. Brendon doesn't even know how he should move, caught between both of Adam's hands.
"I'm ready," Brendon grits out.
Adam pushes his middle finger inside, and then both fingers together. It burns, but not enough that Brendon has to pay any attention to it, not with the warm feeling spreading down his thighs, the way his dick is starting to smear precome onto Adam's hand with each upstroke.
"What feels best?" Adam asks.
"When it's just-- little... yeah, like that," Brendon says. He pulls his legs further back, opens wider.
Brendon closes his eyes. Adam's hand jerking Brendon's dick, and his fingers in Brendon's ass, and Brendon can't stop arching, pushing back, trying to get more. He feels his stomach muscles tighten, and has to reach down quickly, covering Adam's hand with his own.
"I don't want to come like this," he says. Adam relaxes his hand and moves it out from under Brendon's, so Brendon's left cupping his own dick. He leaves his hand where it is, not doing anything more than holding.
The feeling of Adam's fingers is more diffused this way, but that doesn't make the shaky feeling in Brendon's thighs go away, the way he's sweating and rocking down, moving with Adam's hand. He rubs the heel of his hand up his dick and then takes his hand away.
He opens his mouth, breathes shallowly, and Adam just keeps on moving his hand, just like that.
"I want-- another finger, or I want your dick," Brendon says.
"Which one?" Adam asks.
Brendon forgets that he's supposed to answer because Adam keeps rocking his fingers, but when Adam stops he blinks and says, "Ah. I guess-- is it going to hurt if you fuck me now?"
"I don't know," Adam says, looking down as he slides his fingers deeper inside. "We can stop if it does."
Brendon licks his lips and nods.
"You want to pass me a condom?" Adam asks. He leaves his fingers inside of Brendon's ass when Brendon reaches for the box resting on the bedside table, and it's fucking weird to be moving because Adam's fingers are in Brendon's ass, but he manages to grab a condom, tear open the wrapper and pass it to Adam.
Adam rolls the condom on with one hand, drips lube straight onto his dick. He holds his dick with his hand and only moves the other one away, fingers sliding out of Brendon's ass, after he's line up.
He looks up at Brendon and Brendon says, "Yeah. Fuck," because it's weird not having Adam's fingers inside. He's ready for more.
Adam's dick feels huge, this blunt pressure against Brendon's hole, but he pushes back and the head slides inside with this sharp burst of sensation. Brendon clenches down, and says, "Just. A sec. Can you just wait a second?"
"Yeah," Adam says. "Tell me when you're ready."
Brendon exhales slow and shaking. His thighs ache from being pushed back this far and his ass throbs, but not so bad that he wants to tell Adam to pull out.
"Okay, just-- really slow, okay?" Brendon says.
Adam moves carefully, a smooth slide that Brendon can feel everywhere. He reaches for his dick, pulling himself quickly back to full hardness.
"You alright?" Adam asks, rocking in and out with tiny thrusts.
Brendon gasps then says, "Yeah. Will you keep--?"
"Like this?" Adam asks, pushing in a little harder, and, "Fuck," Brendon says. "Yes, that." He tugs on his dick, twists his palm over the head with quick flicks of his wrist.
Adam thrusts forward and Brendon grunts, throwing his head back.
"Can you-- harder?" he asks.
Adam moves faster, thrusts in deeper, and Brendon smacks his hand into the wall behind his head, just so that he feels like he has something to hold onto.
Brendon breathes out in a rush, "Ahh," and has trouble finding the air to inhale again. He tucks his fingers under his knee, trying to support his leg, but the muscles in his inner thighs are screaming.
Adam's panting, but he stops immediately when Brendon asks, "Is it okay if I, fuck, if I turn over?"
"You want to go on your hands and knees?" Adam asks.
Brendon nods. Adam slides out carefully and they sort themselves out. Brendon's careful not to knee Adam when he rolls over, pressing his palms to the mattress and spreading his knees. Adam touches his hip and Brendon arches his back, doesn't even care that he must be on display like this, his ass up in the air for Adam to see.
Adam pushes back in, careful until Brendon pushes back, and then he starts moving faster. Brendon can hear their skin slapping together loudly, Adam fucking him harder now than he was before even. Brendon starts jerking himself off while Adam fucks him, and it's all that he can think about: Adam fucking him. The way his dick feels and the sounds it's making and the pressure of Adam's hands on his hips, holding him open, pulling him back.
He pulls on his dick and he comes and his body jerks violently. He keeps making these noises while he shudders, and Adam's dick feels good while Brendon's coming, but it gets to be too much soon after. He wants to make Adam come, but he doesn't think that he's going to be able to last long enough.
He reaches back, touches Adam's hip, and Adam stops, eases himself out.
Brendon turns around quickly, helps Adam to pull the condom off while Adam reaches over and grabs a tissue, wraps the condom in it.
"You want me to suck you?" Brendon asks. "How do you want to come?"
"Just use your hand," Adam says, biting his lip when Brendon touches his dick. "I'm really close."
They're both up on their knees, and Brendon leans forward, cups Adam's balls in one hand while he jerks him with the other.
"That was so fucking hot," Brendon says.
"Yeah," Adam groans, fucking forward into Brendon's fist.
"Is this okay?" Brendon asks. "Is this what you want?"
Adam nods. He clings to Brendon's shoulder, curling forward until he can rest his forehead against Brendon's, panting harshly. He comes all over Brendon's hand and holds on tightly to Brendon the whole time. He shivers when he finally finishes, but doesn't let go.
"You were planning on changing your sheets tomorrow anyway," Brendon says, easing them both onto the bed without worrying about the mess. "Right?"
"Yeah," Adam says, immediately plastering himself to Brendon's side. "Tomorrow."
It takes them a while to find their way under the blankets. Brendon thinks that he's going to conk out right away, but Adam's so close, and he stills smells good. He smells like sex and sweat, but it's still good, and his skin is warm and soft, and he doesn't seem to mind Brendon's hands stroking over his sides, across his back. He slides his fingers through Brendon's hair and holds him close, kisses him with a closed mouth at first, but soon their tongues are sliding together.
Brendon pushes Adam's hair away from his face when they pull apart. "I'm always worried I'm going to fuck up your hair," he says.
Adam laughs and says, "I don't care." He kisses Brendon, asks, "Are you sleeping here tonight?"
"Yeah," Brendon says. "But I'm kind of hungry after-- all that. I will be much quieter in the morning if you feed me now," he says, smiling winningly at Adam.
"You totally want me to bring you food for you to eat in my bed," Adam says, shaking his head.
"It's not like we can make the sheets worse," Brendon says. He's lying in a wet spot, and he has a feeling that it's not the only one. His body aches and his ass is still all wet with lube, but he feels good, feels present in his skin.
Adam huffs, but he pulls the sheets back and gets up. Brendon lies there for a minute, grins up at the ceiling before following Adam into the kitchen.
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"Can I get you anything?" the waiter asks after refilling Brendon's water glass.
"We're still waiting for-- everyone," Brendon says. "Do you want something to drink?" he asks Adam. "We could order now if you wanted to."
"Let's wait for your friends," Adam says. "They should be here soon. We're still ten minutes early."
"Okay," Brendon says. "Um, nothing yet, thanks."
The waiter nods.
They're seated at a round table. He and Adam are beside each other and the other four chairs are empty, but Spencer texted a couple of minutes ago and said that they were just finding parking and could he maybe keep his boyfriend amused instead of texting constantly, they'll be there as soon as possible.
Adam's hand is resting on the table, and Brendon laces their fingers together.
"You're not wearing nail polish," he notes.
Adam shrugs.
"I like your nail polish," Brendon says. "You didn't have to take it off. Are you worried about meeting them? I already told them, so there's nothing to be nervous about." He reaches for his water glass with his free hand and takes another long sip.
"It was just chipped," Adam says.
"Okay," Brendon says. "I'm just saying--"
Adam squeezes his hand. "I'm happy to meet your bandmates," he says.
"Good," Brendon says. "I'm happy, too."
Adam rubs his thumb against Brendon's.
Brendon sneaks another glance at his watch then looks up. Across the restaurant, he thinks that he can see the guys walking toward his table.
He leans over and kisses Adam quickly on the lips, whispering, "Here we go." He stands up to wave them over, and doesn't let go of Adam's hand.