Panic fic | Shock | Brendon/Spencer | NC-17 | ~ 2950 words
Shock
Brendon/Spencer | NC-17 | ~ 2950 words
Kink Bingo: Electricity
I owe supergrover24 a GIGANTIC THANK YOU for her help with this. Without her there would be no porn, ♥. (ahahah, as I type this, I realize that maybe she wouldn't want me to blame her for THIS porn. I get the blame for it being like this, but she gets credit for the story actually being done.)
Brendon's feet make a swishing sound as he shuffles around the practice room, the carpet sliding smoothly under the fabric of his socks. He's stuck on the bridge of the song they're working on, so he doesn't pick up his guitar from where it rests on the stand as he paces the room.
"Why don't we just move on to another song?" Spencer asks. He's sitting on the sofa that's pushed up against the side wall.
"I've just about got it," Brendon says. "I am so close to having it."
Spencer sighs, and settles back into the couch.
Brendon passes in front of Spencer and says, "Just give me like half an hour. Then we can take a break and grab something to eat." Spencer nods, and Brendon reaches for his knee, plans on giving him a little squeeze in passing, but just as his finger makes contact, "Ah!" Brendon jerks away. He shakes his hand, still tingling from the shock.
Spencer reaches down and rubs his knee.
"I got you pretty good there," Brendon says. "It must be my electric personality."
Spencer snorts and reaches for one of his drumsticks, lying beside him on the couch, and uses it to poke Brendon in the thigh. He says, "Hurry up and get inspired."
Brendon resumes his shuffling, up one side of the room and back down the other. He kicked all of the cords away during his first few passes, and now the path is clear for him. He loops past Spencer, stares straight ahead so that he doesn't draw attention to himself, and reaches out at the last moment to brush his finger against Spencer's leg again. The shock makes a little noise, and Brendon lifts his hand to suck on the tips of his finger.
He looks over, expecting to have to duck when Spencer throws something at his head, but Spencer hasn't moved. He's just sitting there, his hands on either side of his legs, his cheeks a little pink, like maybe he's still feeling the effects of pounding on his drums for the last couple of hours.
"You can feel that, right?" Brendon asks. "Through your jeans?"
Spencer nods, looking at something on the other side of the room.
Brendon says, "Mhh," and resumes his shuffling. Pretty soon he's going to have to admit that nothing is coming to him, which is alright. They'll have a bite to eat and then try something new, or maybe they can come back to this song after a little space. The chorus is solid, and Spencer's worked out a pretty sweet ending; it's just the bridge that isn't coming together. Brendon will circle the room a few more times, just in case, and then they can break. Maybe he'll even crawl onto the couch with Spencer and steal a few minutes of closeness.
This time when he circles back around to Spencer and the couch, Brendon darts forward so that he can touch Spencer's bare forearm instead of his jean-covered leg.
Brendon had been shuffling with extra small steps for this loop, and when he makes contact with Spencer's arm, the shock is strong. Brendon moves quickly to try to surprise Spencer, but he moves back even faster, clutching his hand to his chest and laughing while the zing of the shock fades slowly away. If Spencer seemed like he was genuinely annoyed, Brendon would stop, but he's not really reacting at all and so it's turning into something of a challenge. Brendon's hand felt somehow both sharp and numb after the last shock; he doesn't understand why Spencer doesn't seem to be feeling it.
Brendon holds the one hand with the other one and looks down at Spencer, who's staring at his lap, his chest hitching as he takes noticeably uneven breaths. When Spencer finally lifts his head, Brendon raises his eyebrows. After a beat, Spencer slides his hand across his lap and rubs at his forearm.
"You got me," he says in a weird tone of voice.
Brendon narrows his eyes, but squinting doesn't help him to figure Spencer out, and Spencer doesn't say anything else. Brendon resumes his shuffling.
He circles the room, dragging his feet in quick little steps, and comes up in front of Spencer, who's sitting still on the couch, not looking at Brendon. Spencer must know Brendon's intentions, but he doesn't try to move away, just stays there while Brendon bends forward to touch Spencer's arm. Brendon watches Spencer carefully this time, even as his hand recoils reflexively after the zap of the shock, and sees the way Spencer's jaw clenches, his body drawing in and then relaxing, just minute movements but Brendon's good at reading Spencer.
Spencer licks his lips, glances up at Brendon quickly before looking away again. Spencer's thighs tense as his legs spread a little further apart and the movement draws Brendon's eyes downward, past the soft swell of Spencer's belly to the hard line of his dick.
"This is totally weirder than my thing about hair pulling," Brendon says.
"Yeah, well."
Spencer rarely gets embarrassed, but his shoulders curl in and Brendon doesn't think the flush spreading down his neck is from anger. He dips down and realizes that he's preparing himself before his hands settle on Spencer's shoulders, even though there's no reason why the touch would cause a shock now that he's been standing still. He cups his palms over the soft fabric of Spencer's t-shirt and leans in for a kiss, pressing their mouths together with careful pressure until Spencer's lips part and they can kiss for real. Spencer makes a high, needy noise and just like that, Brendon's dick starts hardening as well.
He pulls away from the kiss slowly and stays stooped over with his hands resting on Spencer's shoulders. Spencer looks up through his bangs at Brendon, his eyebrows raised hopefully.
Brendon smoothes his hand down the side of Spencer's neck and says, "Take off your shirt."
Spencer strips quickly, and stays on the couch waiting while Brendon starts shuffling around the room again.
When Brendon loops back around, Spencer's arms are at his sides and his shirt is lying in a ball at the other end of the couch. He's got freckles all along the tops of his shoulders, but they've been spending more time writing than surfing lately so the skin of his torso has start to fade back to pale. Brendon stares for a minute before he starts to wonder if the electric charge will be lost if he waits too long. The fingertips of Brendon's right hand still feel like they're buzzing, so he reaches for Spencer with his left. He moves slowly this time, his fingers hovering above Spencer's skin, at least an inch or two of distance between them as he decides where to touch. Spencer takes quick, shallow breaths that shake his ribcage slightly even though Brendon can tell he's trying to stay still.
Brendon ghosts his fingers down from Spencer's collarbone and makes contact with the smooth spot of skin between Spencer's shoulder and his nipple. Spencer jerks and Brendon recoils, but he doesn't go far, hovering over Spencer and watching his reaction. It's fucking hot to see the way Spencer's body responds, drawing in before opening up again like he still wants more.
Brendon doesn't want to move away, but he forces himself to straighten up and starts making his way around the room again. He watches Spencer out of the corner of his eye as his socks swish swish swish against the carpet. Spencer's mouth is dropped open and he tips his head back, looking up at the ceiling when Brendon's at the far side of the room. When Brendon comes back around, Spencer lets his head fall forward, watches Brendon shuffle toward him. Brendon's palms are starting to sweat and he wants to throw himself at Spencer, climb onto his lap and rub their bodies together, push Spencer back on the couch and crawl on top, but instead he stands in front of Spencer and brushes deliberately over his nipple.
Spencer gasps and then goes silent before he makes this long sound, "Ah," his fingers digging into the couch cushions.
Brendon's hand throbs. He looks at the hard point of Spencer's nipple before dropping forward, bracing himself on the couch so that he can lick over the skin, his tongue dragging in a broad swipe before he narrows it and licks with just the tip, flicking over the raised peak. He can taste salt; Spencer's sweating, and this close Brendon can breathe in the scent of his skin. He sucks noisy kisses over Spencer's nipple, and says, "Take off your pants," before standing up again.
Spencer follows him up and Brendon can't resist staying still so that they're pressed close together. When Spencer's upright, Brendon steps forward the last inch to crowd Spencer, leaning up for a long kiss, Spencer's tongue moving frantically in his mouth. It's Spencer who finally breaks the kiss, angling backward as he works off his jeans and boxers before sitting down on the couch again. Spencer's naked and hard and it's difficult for Brendon to start moving away again. He makes his way around the room quickly but tries not to rush too much because he wants the charge to build up again. He rubs his hand over his erection when he reaches the end of the room, taking a long breath before he turns back toward Spencer.
The dark blue of the couch contrasts strongly with Spencer's skin as he sits, his posture relaxed but his eyes attentive. His long legs are bent and spread open, and Brendon drops to his knees in front of Spencer. He slides his hands up Spencer's soft thighs without making contact, and Spencer opens wider under Brendon's phantom touch. Brendon's hands are steady, but his heart thumps loudly in his chest as he hovers his fingers above Spencer's skin. He grits his teeth, braces himself before flicking his finger lightly over the head of Spencer's cock. He feels the jolt all the way down his arm but the sound of Spencer's cry drowns out Brendon's gasp. Spencer's body jerks, his thighs clamping around Brendon's arms, and Brendon drops his head and rests his cheek on Spencer's thigh while he waits for Spencer to settle again. He knows the shock couldn't have been that strong, but he feels it more and more intensely each time, like the sensations are starting to build up or like he's just more present in his body now, more aware of how it feels. He wonders what it's like for Spencer.
After Spencer relaxes his thighs, Brendon starts kissing, messy and open mouthed, up Spencer's skin. He opens his jaw wide and slides his wet mouth over Spencer's balls, up the base of Spencer's dick, until he reaches the head. Spencer's leaking, and his skin tasted like sweat and now his cock tastes like precome and Brendon's mouth is watering. He licks the head, keeping his tongue soft, and Spencer's cock gives a little twitch.
Brendon pulls off Spencer's cock, flushed and shiny wet now. He licks his lips and works his jaw from side to side while he reaches both arms out and starts rubbing his hands over the carpet, trying to create friction. His palms get hot, but when he touches his fingertips to Spencer's balls, nothing happens.
"Damn," Brendon says softly. He makes a little disgruntled noise as he starts pushing backwards so that he can stand.
Spencer says, "Brendon."
"Is that enough? I was going to go around one more time," he says, spinning his finger in illustration.
Spencer flexes his feet, tensing the muscles in his thighs. His dick knocks up against his stomach. He looks torn, but ends up saying breathlessly, "Yeah, one more time."
It feels like it takes forever for Brendon to shuffle around the room and when he's finally back at the couch again, he says, "Stand up," and waits for Spencer to push off the couch before dropping to the ground in front of him.
Brendon says, "Jerk yourself off." He watches as Spencer licks his palm before reaching for his dick, gripping tightly. Spencer moves his hand in slow strokes, pauses to squeeze the base each time like he has to work hard to hold himself back. He twists his hand sharply over the head of his dick, each movement deliberate, and Brendon stares for long moments before remembering to lift his hand. Spencer adjusts his stance when Brendon's hand rises between his legs, parts his thighs to make room for Brendon, and Brendon lingers before finally brushing over the skin behind Spencer's balls. His hand falls back down immediately after making contact, curled into a fist on his lap as he waits for the sharpness of the shock to fade away. Spencer's legs buckle and Brendon thinks that he might end up on the ground as well, but he manages to stay upright. He hunches in on himself, and Brendon presses his open palms to Spencer's thighs.
Spencer makes a noise that sounds more like a bark, and then he laughs, high in the back of his throat, breathing out, "Fuck." His hand is still tight around his dick and Brendon slides his hand in between Spencer's thighs, rubbing over the skin behind his balls, just a light touch with the tips of his fingers at first, but when Spencer bears down, he strokes more firmly.
"That was so fucking weird," Spencer says, but his voice sounds giddy. He twists his hand and arches his hips forward, fucking into the tight grip of his fingers. Brendon's hand slides further back when Spencer thrusts forward, and he starts rubbing over the pucker of Spencer's asshole instead. He pushes up with the fleshy part at the base of his thumb and feels Spencer rock down, pushing against the tip of his finger, down against his hand. Spencer's legs are shaking and his hand is working over his cock, not fast, really, but hard.
When Spencer makes a high, warning noise, Brendon tips his head back and closes his eyes, keeps his hand in place so that Spencer can writhe against it. Spencer comes, messy over Brendon's face, and Brendon feels the way Spencer's body contracts all along the length of his hand. His finger has slid in all the way to the first knuckle and Brendon is mindful of the lack of lube when he eases it back out.
Brendon flutters his eyelashes and opens his eyes all the way after determining that the stickiness high on his cheekbones isn't going to get in his eyes. He looks up at Spencer, who's beaming at him, all pink cheeks and blue eyes and stupid grinning mouth. Brendon sucks come off his lower lip and spits it back out again, not caring that he's wearing his t-shirt. He's still hard, his cock aching dully now that he's passed through ready to go, ready to go, and into really fucking turned on. He lifts his chin and feels Spencer's come slide down the curve of his jaw and onto his neck. He strips off his t-shirt carelessly and throws it over his shoulder onto the floor.
After a long minute of harsh breathing, Spencer crumbles to the ground, landing just shy of Brendon's lap. Brendon scrunches up his face, grins, and Spencer reaches with both hands, cups Brendon's neck, his thumbs resting on either side of Brendon's throat. He holds Brendon carefully, rubs his thumbs under the line of Brendon's jaw, like, thank you, and Brendon feels his smile melt into something softer.
Spencer wipes off Brendon's mouth with the backs of his fingers before leaning in for a kiss.
When Brendon says, "Still don't know how to make the bridge of that song work," Spencer ducks his head and laughs into Brendon's neck.
Brendon slides his fingers into Spencer's hair. He asks, "How are your balls?" and Spencer says, "Pretty good. How are yours?" Brendon makes a sad face, looking down at his erection meaningfully.
Spencer kisses under Brendon's ear, the curve of his shoulder, works the buttons of Brendon's jeans open with one hand while Brendon slowly lies back on the carpet, lifting his hips so that Spencer can pull his pants past the curve of his hips.
Spencer takes Brendon's cock in his hand and circles his thumb around the head while he moves into a better position between Brendon's legs. Brendon pushes himself up on his elbows and asks, "Did you already know you liked that?"
"Not really," Spencer says. "It's not exactly something that's come up before."
"It feels like my hand is still buzzing," Brendon says. "Not, like, bad. Just a bit."
"Yeah, my skin's all--I don't know. All." Spencer speeds up the motions of his hand on Brendon's cock. "I think it's mostly from how hard I just came though. Jesus."
"Brendon," Brendon corrects. He stays up on his elbows, but lets his head drop backward, tilting his hips up and rocking into Spencer's hand.
"Brendon," Spencer repeats, and it sounds like he's biting back a grin. It's hard to tell for sure, because right after that he drops his head and starts sucking on Brendon's cock, so Brendon just closes his eyes and groans. His fingers dig into the rough thread of the carpet and when he loosens his grip and brushes just the tips of his fingers over the ground, he thinks that he can still feel the buzzing under his skin.
Brendon/Spencer | NC-17 | ~ 2950 words
Kink Bingo: Electricity
I owe supergrover24 a GIGANTIC THANK YOU for her help with this. Without her there would be no porn, ♥. (ahahah, as I type this, I realize that maybe she wouldn't want me to blame her for THIS porn. I get the blame for it being like this, but she gets credit for the story actually being done.)
Brendon's feet make a swishing sound as he shuffles around the practice room, the carpet sliding smoothly under the fabric of his socks. He's stuck on the bridge of the song they're working on, so he doesn't pick up his guitar from where it rests on the stand as he paces the room.
"Why don't we just move on to another song?" Spencer asks. He's sitting on the sofa that's pushed up against the side wall.
"I've just about got it," Brendon says. "I am so close to having it."
Spencer sighs, and settles back into the couch.
Brendon passes in front of Spencer and says, "Just give me like half an hour. Then we can take a break and grab something to eat." Spencer nods, and Brendon reaches for his knee, plans on giving him a little squeeze in passing, but just as his finger makes contact, "Ah!" Brendon jerks away. He shakes his hand, still tingling from the shock.
Spencer reaches down and rubs his knee.
"I got you pretty good there," Brendon says. "It must be my electric personality."
Spencer snorts and reaches for one of his drumsticks, lying beside him on the couch, and uses it to poke Brendon in the thigh. He says, "Hurry up and get inspired."
Brendon resumes his shuffling, up one side of the room and back down the other. He kicked all of the cords away during his first few passes, and now the path is clear for him. He loops past Spencer, stares straight ahead so that he doesn't draw attention to himself, and reaches out at the last moment to brush his finger against Spencer's leg again. The shock makes a little noise, and Brendon lifts his hand to suck on the tips of his finger.
He looks over, expecting to have to duck when Spencer throws something at his head, but Spencer hasn't moved. He's just sitting there, his hands on either side of his legs, his cheeks a little pink, like maybe he's still feeling the effects of pounding on his drums for the last couple of hours.
"You can feel that, right?" Brendon asks. "Through your jeans?"
Spencer nods, looking at something on the other side of the room.
Brendon says, "Mhh," and resumes his shuffling. Pretty soon he's going to have to admit that nothing is coming to him, which is alright. They'll have a bite to eat and then try something new, or maybe they can come back to this song after a little space. The chorus is solid, and Spencer's worked out a pretty sweet ending; it's just the bridge that isn't coming together. Brendon will circle the room a few more times, just in case, and then they can break. Maybe he'll even crawl onto the couch with Spencer and steal a few minutes of closeness.
This time when he circles back around to Spencer and the couch, Brendon darts forward so that he can touch Spencer's bare forearm instead of his jean-covered leg.
Brendon had been shuffling with extra small steps for this loop, and when he makes contact with Spencer's arm, the shock is strong. Brendon moves quickly to try to surprise Spencer, but he moves back even faster, clutching his hand to his chest and laughing while the zing of the shock fades slowly away. If Spencer seemed like he was genuinely annoyed, Brendon would stop, but he's not really reacting at all and so it's turning into something of a challenge. Brendon's hand felt somehow both sharp and numb after the last shock; he doesn't understand why Spencer doesn't seem to be feeling it.
Brendon holds the one hand with the other one and looks down at Spencer, who's staring at his lap, his chest hitching as he takes noticeably uneven breaths. When Spencer finally lifts his head, Brendon raises his eyebrows. After a beat, Spencer slides his hand across his lap and rubs at his forearm.
"You got me," he says in a weird tone of voice.
Brendon narrows his eyes, but squinting doesn't help him to figure Spencer out, and Spencer doesn't say anything else. Brendon resumes his shuffling.
He circles the room, dragging his feet in quick little steps, and comes up in front of Spencer, who's sitting still on the couch, not looking at Brendon. Spencer must know Brendon's intentions, but he doesn't try to move away, just stays there while Brendon bends forward to touch Spencer's arm. Brendon watches Spencer carefully this time, even as his hand recoils reflexively after the zap of the shock, and sees the way Spencer's jaw clenches, his body drawing in and then relaxing, just minute movements but Brendon's good at reading Spencer.
Spencer licks his lips, glances up at Brendon quickly before looking away again. Spencer's thighs tense as his legs spread a little further apart and the movement draws Brendon's eyes downward, past the soft swell of Spencer's belly to the hard line of his dick.
"This is totally weirder than my thing about hair pulling," Brendon says.
"Yeah, well."
Spencer rarely gets embarrassed, but his shoulders curl in and Brendon doesn't think the flush spreading down his neck is from anger. He dips down and realizes that he's preparing himself before his hands settle on Spencer's shoulders, even though there's no reason why the touch would cause a shock now that he's been standing still. He cups his palms over the soft fabric of Spencer's t-shirt and leans in for a kiss, pressing their mouths together with careful pressure until Spencer's lips part and they can kiss for real. Spencer makes a high, needy noise and just like that, Brendon's dick starts hardening as well.
He pulls away from the kiss slowly and stays stooped over with his hands resting on Spencer's shoulders. Spencer looks up through his bangs at Brendon, his eyebrows raised hopefully.
Brendon smoothes his hand down the side of Spencer's neck and says, "Take off your shirt."
Spencer strips quickly, and stays on the couch waiting while Brendon starts shuffling around the room again.
When Brendon loops back around, Spencer's arms are at his sides and his shirt is lying in a ball at the other end of the couch. He's got freckles all along the tops of his shoulders, but they've been spending more time writing than surfing lately so the skin of his torso has start to fade back to pale. Brendon stares for a minute before he starts to wonder if the electric charge will be lost if he waits too long. The fingertips of Brendon's right hand still feel like they're buzzing, so he reaches for Spencer with his left. He moves slowly this time, his fingers hovering above Spencer's skin, at least an inch or two of distance between them as he decides where to touch. Spencer takes quick, shallow breaths that shake his ribcage slightly even though Brendon can tell he's trying to stay still.
Brendon ghosts his fingers down from Spencer's collarbone and makes contact with the smooth spot of skin between Spencer's shoulder and his nipple. Spencer jerks and Brendon recoils, but he doesn't go far, hovering over Spencer and watching his reaction. It's fucking hot to see the way Spencer's body responds, drawing in before opening up again like he still wants more.
Brendon doesn't want to move away, but he forces himself to straighten up and starts making his way around the room again. He watches Spencer out of the corner of his eye as his socks swish swish swish against the carpet. Spencer's mouth is dropped open and he tips his head back, looking up at the ceiling when Brendon's at the far side of the room. When Brendon comes back around, Spencer lets his head fall forward, watches Brendon shuffle toward him. Brendon's palms are starting to sweat and he wants to throw himself at Spencer, climb onto his lap and rub their bodies together, push Spencer back on the couch and crawl on top, but instead he stands in front of Spencer and brushes deliberately over his nipple.
Spencer gasps and then goes silent before he makes this long sound, "Ah," his fingers digging into the couch cushions.
Brendon's hand throbs. He looks at the hard point of Spencer's nipple before dropping forward, bracing himself on the couch so that he can lick over the skin, his tongue dragging in a broad swipe before he narrows it and licks with just the tip, flicking over the raised peak. He can taste salt; Spencer's sweating, and this close Brendon can breathe in the scent of his skin. He sucks noisy kisses over Spencer's nipple, and says, "Take off your pants," before standing up again.
Spencer follows him up and Brendon can't resist staying still so that they're pressed close together. When Spencer's upright, Brendon steps forward the last inch to crowd Spencer, leaning up for a long kiss, Spencer's tongue moving frantically in his mouth. It's Spencer who finally breaks the kiss, angling backward as he works off his jeans and boxers before sitting down on the couch again. Spencer's naked and hard and it's difficult for Brendon to start moving away again. He makes his way around the room quickly but tries not to rush too much because he wants the charge to build up again. He rubs his hand over his erection when he reaches the end of the room, taking a long breath before he turns back toward Spencer.
The dark blue of the couch contrasts strongly with Spencer's skin as he sits, his posture relaxed but his eyes attentive. His long legs are bent and spread open, and Brendon drops to his knees in front of Spencer. He slides his hands up Spencer's soft thighs without making contact, and Spencer opens wider under Brendon's phantom touch. Brendon's hands are steady, but his heart thumps loudly in his chest as he hovers his fingers above Spencer's skin. He grits his teeth, braces himself before flicking his finger lightly over the head of Spencer's cock. He feels the jolt all the way down his arm but the sound of Spencer's cry drowns out Brendon's gasp. Spencer's body jerks, his thighs clamping around Brendon's arms, and Brendon drops his head and rests his cheek on Spencer's thigh while he waits for Spencer to settle again. He knows the shock couldn't have been that strong, but he feels it more and more intensely each time, like the sensations are starting to build up or like he's just more present in his body now, more aware of how it feels. He wonders what it's like for Spencer.
After Spencer relaxes his thighs, Brendon starts kissing, messy and open mouthed, up Spencer's skin. He opens his jaw wide and slides his wet mouth over Spencer's balls, up the base of Spencer's dick, until he reaches the head. Spencer's leaking, and his skin tasted like sweat and now his cock tastes like precome and Brendon's mouth is watering. He licks the head, keeping his tongue soft, and Spencer's cock gives a little twitch.
Brendon pulls off Spencer's cock, flushed and shiny wet now. He licks his lips and works his jaw from side to side while he reaches both arms out and starts rubbing his hands over the carpet, trying to create friction. His palms get hot, but when he touches his fingertips to Spencer's balls, nothing happens.
"Damn," Brendon says softly. He makes a little disgruntled noise as he starts pushing backwards so that he can stand.
Spencer says, "Brendon."
"Is that enough? I was going to go around one more time," he says, spinning his finger in illustration.
Spencer flexes his feet, tensing the muscles in his thighs. His dick knocks up against his stomach. He looks torn, but ends up saying breathlessly, "Yeah, one more time."
It feels like it takes forever for Brendon to shuffle around the room and when he's finally back at the couch again, he says, "Stand up," and waits for Spencer to push off the couch before dropping to the ground in front of him.
Brendon says, "Jerk yourself off." He watches as Spencer licks his palm before reaching for his dick, gripping tightly. Spencer moves his hand in slow strokes, pauses to squeeze the base each time like he has to work hard to hold himself back. He twists his hand sharply over the head of his dick, each movement deliberate, and Brendon stares for long moments before remembering to lift his hand. Spencer adjusts his stance when Brendon's hand rises between his legs, parts his thighs to make room for Brendon, and Brendon lingers before finally brushing over the skin behind Spencer's balls. His hand falls back down immediately after making contact, curled into a fist on his lap as he waits for the sharpness of the shock to fade away. Spencer's legs buckle and Brendon thinks that he might end up on the ground as well, but he manages to stay upright. He hunches in on himself, and Brendon presses his open palms to Spencer's thighs.
Spencer makes a noise that sounds more like a bark, and then he laughs, high in the back of his throat, breathing out, "Fuck." His hand is still tight around his dick and Brendon slides his hand in between Spencer's thighs, rubbing over the skin behind his balls, just a light touch with the tips of his fingers at first, but when Spencer bears down, he strokes more firmly.
"That was so fucking weird," Spencer says, but his voice sounds giddy. He twists his hand and arches his hips forward, fucking into the tight grip of his fingers. Brendon's hand slides further back when Spencer thrusts forward, and he starts rubbing over the pucker of Spencer's asshole instead. He pushes up with the fleshy part at the base of his thumb and feels Spencer rock down, pushing against the tip of his finger, down against his hand. Spencer's legs are shaking and his hand is working over his cock, not fast, really, but hard.
When Spencer makes a high, warning noise, Brendon tips his head back and closes his eyes, keeps his hand in place so that Spencer can writhe against it. Spencer comes, messy over Brendon's face, and Brendon feels the way Spencer's body contracts all along the length of his hand. His finger has slid in all the way to the first knuckle and Brendon is mindful of the lack of lube when he eases it back out.
Brendon flutters his eyelashes and opens his eyes all the way after determining that the stickiness high on his cheekbones isn't going to get in his eyes. He looks up at Spencer, who's beaming at him, all pink cheeks and blue eyes and stupid grinning mouth. Brendon sucks come off his lower lip and spits it back out again, not caring that he's wearing his t-shirt. He's still hard, his cock aching dully now that he's passed through ready to go, ready to go, and into really fucking turned on. He lifts his chin and feels Spencer's come slide down the curve of his jaw and onto his neck. He strips off his t-shirt carelessly and throws it over his shoulder onto the floor.
After a long minute of harsh breathing, Spencer crumbles to the ground, landing just shy of Brendon's lap. Brendon scrunches up his face, grins, and Spencer reaches with both hands, cups Brendon's neck, his thumbs resting on either side of Brendon's throat. He holds Brendon carefully, rubs his thumbs under the line of Brendon's jaw, like, thank you, and Brendon feels his smile melt into something softer.
Spencer wipes off Brendon's mouth with the backs of his fingers before leaning in for a kiss.
When Brendon says, "Still don't know how to make the bridge of that song work," Spencer ducks his head and laughs into Brendon's neck.
Brendon slides his fingers into Spencer's hair. He asks, "How are your balls?" and Spencer says, "Pretty good. How are yours?" Brendon makes a sad face, looking down at his erection meaningfully.
Spencer kisses under Brendon's ear, the curve of his shoulder, works the buttons of Brendon's jeans open with one hand while Brendon slowly lies back on the carpet, lifting his hips so that Spencer can pull his pants past the curve of his hips.
Spencer takes Brendon's cock in his hand and circles his thumb around the head while he moves into a better position between Brendon's legs. Brendon pushes himself up on his elbows and asks, "Did you already know you liked that?"
"Not really," Spencer says. "It's not exactly something that's come up before."
"It feels like my hand is still buzzing," Brendon says. "Not, like, bad. Just a bit."
"Yeah, my skin's all--I don't know. All." Spencer speeds up the motions of his hand on Brendon's cock. "I think it's mostly from how hard I just came though. Jesus."
"Brendon," Brendon corrects. He stays up on his elbows, but lets his head drop backward, tilting his hips up and rocking into Spencer's hand.
"Brendon," Spencer repeats, and it sounds like he's biting back a grin. It's hard to tell for sure, because right after that he drops his head and starts sucking on Brendon's cock, so Brendon just closes his eyes and groans. His fingers dig into the rough thread of the carpet and when he loosens his grip and brushes just the tips of his fingers over the ground, he thinks that he can still feel the buzzing under his skin.