Been Taken | Spencer/Brendon/Ryan | NC-17 | ~ 3000 words
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Me and foxxcub wrote some underage OT3 porn.
Been Taken
Spencer/Brendon/Ryan | NC-17 | ~ 3000 words
Underage shenanigans on the fold out couch from the infamous sleepover.
By foxxcub and disarm_d
Brendon's never watched porn before. He's not going to tell anyone that he's never watched porn before, but.
There's the porn on the TVs, on all of the TVs, and there's Spencer bent over the pool table, and when Ryan comes out of the shower he walks around without a shirt for for-friggen-ever, and there's just no safe place for Brendon to look.
They're all getting ready for bed now, at least. Except that Spencer can't find his PJs, and he's been pawing through his duffle bag for about a million years, ass up in the air.
Spencer finally manages to get his PJs on, finally manages to climb onto the couch with him and Ryan. He climbs up and sprawls out, and there's a whole lot less room for Brendon all of the sudden. Spencer's shirt has ridden up, and his lower back is completely bare and. His lower back.
He rolls over, and into Brendon. His belly is bare too, and his skin pressed up against Brendon arm before he rolls away again.
Spencer and Ryan are talking. Spencer and Ryan are talking about porn, and Ryan's making fun of something that reminds Spencer of another video that they watched, because apparently, everyone has secret porn watching sessions that Brendon didn't know about.
"I like that one where both the girls were sucking off that dude's cock," Spencer says, and whoa. Okay, whoa. Brendon didn't even know that was possible.
Brendon's never gotten even one person to suck on his cock before, and two? Two people wanting to do that? Brendon's never even imagined something like that.
Spencer's cheeks go all pink when he talks about it, and he keeps licking his lips. Ryan starts talking about how the guy was taking the chick doggy style, and Spencer laughs and nods, and Brendon's really kind of uncomfortable.
He manages to do this really smooth move, where he doesn't pull his sleeping bag away until his back is turned, so that he's able to get up without anyone noticing - anything. His move involves some running, a slight dash across the room, but whatever, it was still totally smooth.
When he gets to the bathroom, he wonders for a minute if he should find some hand lotion or just spit into his palm.
He's finally, finally, finally got his hand wrapped around his cock, when someone starts pounding on the door.
"What the fuck, dude?" Brent yells. "Hurry it up."
Brendon doesn't think that he can come in ten seconds, although, if Spencer were watching he maybe could and oh, oh god, what. Fuck.
He comes in his hand without really meaning to, right before he swallows and yells, "Yeah, just a sec."
He washes his hands and opens the door and moves when Brent shoves him aside. He walks back to the living room and lies down. Spencer and Ryan are still chatting, but as he settles into his sleeping bag, they both suddenly go quiet.
There's a long pause before: "Brendon," Ryan says. "You smell like - " and Spencer starts laughing, really loudly.
Brendon tries to shush him, but Spencer ignores him. Brendon reaches over and tries to cover Spencer's mouth.
"Oh my god," Ryan says. "We all know where that hand's been!"
Brendon kind of wants to throw up, he's so embarrassed. "Shut the fuck up," he says, which probably makes it worse.
"Dude, for real, are you thirteen?" Ryan's laughing really hard now, and Spencer's, like, snorting.
Brendon's face goes hot; he's flushing so hard he can feel it creeping down his throat. "Shut up," he tries again.
"Why the fuck does the bathroom smell like jizz?" Brent yells, immediately followed by, "Oh my god, Brendon, you fucker."
Brendon pulls his hand away from Spencer's mouth and pulls his sleeping bag over his head. He concentrates really, really, really hard on disappearing. Then, he feels arms around him, hugging him, and hears Spencer's voice say, "We'll turn the porn off if it's too much, Brendon. We don't want you to, like, go cross-eyed or anything." There's a high-pitched whimpering noise, like Ryan's crying from laughing so hard.
Brendon tries to roll away, but he's already pressed right up against the arm of the couch, and there's nowhere left for him to go.
Ryan snorts, and Brendon hopes wildly that he chokes on his tongue.
"Seriously, that's fucking sick, Urie," Brent yells as the toilet flushes.
"Pretend I'm not here," Brendon says, curling into a ball. It's hot under the sleeping bag, and he's kind of sweating. Spencer's still hugging him. Spencer's arms are really strong around his waist, and Brendon can't breathe very well.
"I can't breathe, lemme go," he says, and Spencer laughs.
"Yeah, Spencer," Ryan says slowly. "He can't breathe."
Spencer laughs softly, right in Brendon's ear, and wow. Brendon really didn't think he could get hard again, but. It's all that stupid, stupid porn. And Spencer's cheeks. On the plus side, the way he's curled up on his side, there's definitely no way that anyone's going to be able to tell that he's hard. On the, well, it's another side anyways, Spencer is pressed right up along Brendon's body, and even though there's a layer of sleeping bag between them, it doesn't provide enough padding that Brendon can't still feel something digging into his thigh. It could be Spencer's leg. He does have pretty muscular thighs.
But then, Spencer's hand slides down Brendon's arm, or it would be Brendon's arm if the sleeping bag wasn't between them, and then he kind of shifts against Brendon, and. And.
Brendon holds very still. He's definitely not breathing now, but it's not because Spencer's arm is tight across his chest any more.
Brendon can hear the rustle of movement. Spencer's still right there, grinding against him, so it must be Ryan. Ryan, who is also on the couch with them.
"Um, Spence?" Ryan says, and he sounds weird. "What are you - "
"Nothing, go watch the porn," Spencer replies, and Brendon's never heard his voice like that, huh. Okay.
Brendon turns his head, just a little bit, and he catches Ryan out of the corner of his eye, sitting up and shuffling over towards them.
"No fair, Spencer," Ryan says. And okay, wow. Brendon's never heard Ryan's voice like that before, either.
"You guys, I - " Brendon starts, but Spencer doesn't let him finish, just tugs the sleeping bag down far enough for him to whisper against Brendon's neck, "Well, since you already took the edge off..."
Spencer rubs his nose against Brendon's neck and then, okay, yeah, that's Spencer's tongue.
Brendon lets out an embarrassing little squeak. He's - surprised. It's a squeak of surprise. At least this time Ryan doesn't start laughing at him.
"Um, I kind of don't want to make out with you," Brendon lies, but he feels it needs to be said.
"Hey, Ryan," Spencer says. "Brendon doesn't want to make out with me."
"Huh," Ryan says. "That's not very nice, Brendon."
"Nope," Spencer says. "Not very nice."
"So, is that why you hauled ass to the bathroom and jerked off, like, two minutes ago?" Ryan asks, and Brendon so completely, one hundred percent hates him. A lot.
"I wasn't - " But yeah, it's kind of pointless to deny it at this point, and god, that has to be Spencer's dick against leg, has to be. He moves his leg back, just a fraction of an inch, and Spencer sucks in a sharp breath through his nose. Yep, definitely his dick.
And then, then. Then there are wet noises, just above his head, and when Brendon twists around, he can see the outline of Spencer and Ryan in the dark, and maybe a little bit of where Ryan's tongue is licking into Spencer's mouth, and. Fuck.
The first thing Brendon thinks is oh shit, where's Brent, and then he remembers hearing footsteps up the stairs, meaning Brent made good on his threat to sleep in the guest room upstairs because Ryan and Spencer are such bed hogs. Which means he's alone. With the two of them. Kissing. Above him.
Spencer's cock is still pressed up against his thigh, even though the angle's different now. Different because Spencer is twisting the upper half of his body away from Brendon and towards Ryan so that he can suck on Ryan's lower lip. Ryan makes a little noise at something, and Brendon feels it when Spencer jerks suddenly against him. Brendon licks his lips and panics a little, because. Because, okay. Should he interrupt them? Roll over and kiss Spencer's neck?
He is at a complete and total loss and is maybe starting to hyperventilate a bit when he hears Ryan say, "Bren, hey," in this very soft voice, and he moves to straddle Brendon's body.
Brendon rolls all the way onto his back while Ryan settles on top. Ryan only weighs twenty pounds or something, but all of that weight is resting on Brendon's erection all of the sudden, and, fuck, fuck. Brendon bucks up before he can help himself. Ryan bares down, pushes back against the motion, leans down, and, when Brendon lifts his head up and off the pillow, straining to reach, he presses his mouth to Brendon's. Brendon makes a really, really embarrassing noise, like his voice is cracking, and he waits for Ryan to start snickering again, make it into a joke, but all he does is smile against his mouth and push his tongue past Brendon's lips. Brendon opens for him and pushes his tongue up against Ryan's when Ryan licks inside.
Spencer is still lying beside them, and when Brendon gasps loudly and Ryan pulls away, Spencer's right there kissing Ryan again. Kissing Ryan, then looking down at Brendon. Brendon doesn't want to ask, he doesn't, it's kind of pathetic, but if Spencer doesn't kiss him soon, he'll...do something dumb. Like grab him and kiss him himself. Which would be awkward and he'd probably screw it up, anyway, and - oh.
Spencer shakes his head as he leans down and kisses Brendon, softly, right at the corner of his mouth, and whispers, "Why did you just look at me like that? Like you're gonna cry?" and Brendon just flails a little and digs his hands into Spencer's hair, holding on, and replies, "No talking, talking sucks. More kissing."
Spencer hovers right above his mouth, and seriously, what's the fucking hold up here? Brendon makes a little frustrated noise and Spencer says, "I thought you didn't want to make out with me?"
"I changed my mind," Brendon says, and he's about to bite Spencer in a very unsexy way if he doesn't start kissing him right-the-fuck-now.
"Mmm, yeah, a woman's prerogative?" Spencer lifts an eyebrow, and Brendon manages to say, "Okay, fuck off and - " before Spencer kisses him hard and deep, not even pausing to let Brendon get the full feel of his mouth. Spencer kisses differently than Ryan: less tongue, more completely, overwheming.
Brendon grinds up against Ryan and Ryan pushes down against him. Ryan's hard, too, Brendon can feel where Ryan's cock is digging into his hip. Especially when Ryan starts to rock against him. The only way Brendon is going to get through this is if he stops. Thinking.
So he does.
He shuts his brain off and exists only in Spencer's all-encompassing kisses that have him gasping for air, and Ryan's rhythm, the back-and-forth motion of his hips grinding into Brendon, the outlines of their erections lined up, perfect, sliding in tandem.
One of his hands is tangled in Spencer's hair, the other pressed to the small of Ryan's back. Spencer holds himself up over Brendon, and Ryan - where are Ryan's hands? Brendon pulls back from Spencer's mouth and looks down. One of Ryan's hands is moving inside Spencer's PJ bottoms. And then he can see the way Spencer's mouth doesn't shut all the way, is slack and soft, and he's starting to gasp loudly as he rolls his hips up into Ryan's hand. He can't see Ryan's hand, or Spencer's cock (Spencer's cock), just the way that what they're doing moves the fabric of Spencer's pants.
Brendon reaches out with one hand and tugs gently on the waistband of Spencer's PJs, looking up at Spencer while he does it.
"I wanna see," he whispers without thinking (thinking's bad, bad) and Spencer laughs tightly. He yanks at his PJs, lets them fall down his thighs into a pool against the mattress, and oh fuck. Ryan's hand is curled around Spencer's cock, the head peeking out of his fist all purple and slick, and Spencer's thrusting. Ryan's hand doesn't move much, just grips Spencer's cock in a tight circle while Spencer thrusts his hips. His hips, which are moving, so that he can push his cock into Ryan's hand. While Brendon watches.
"Um. I." Brendon can feel his brain starting up again, a whirl of thoughts, and in desperation to shut it off again he tugs Spencer back down, gets his tongue back in his mouth, and finally, he makes Spencer moan.
"This is a really awkward angle for me," Ryan says.
Spencer moves his mouth again, and. His mouth. Brendon looks up at Ryan and glares.
"What, my hand's twisting all weird." Ryan gives him an exasperated look, which is probably the last thing Brendon wants to see right now. So he bucks up, hard, catching Ryan off guard, and Ryan gasps, letting that fucking look of exasperation slide right off his face. Against Spencer's mouth, Brendon smirks.
"Maybe," Ryan continues, "you could help."
Brendon freezes again.
Ryan moves one of his hands, catches hold of one of Brendon's, and guides him forward, and then, okay. Yeah. That's Spencer's cock right there. He shuts his eyes, opens his mouth a little wider, kisses Spencer a little deeper and a little wetter as he takes over where Ryan's hand once was, and it's all slick, pulsing heat because, god, Spencer's cock is in his hand, what.
He doesn't do anything for a moment, just curls his fingers around the shaft, and Spencer makes a grunt of frustration. "You gotta move," he says, and then he's thrusting up, letting his cock slide over Brendon's palm, his bent fingers. Brendon stops trying to map out the texture of Spencer's cock, and curls his hand into a fist. He tightens and when Spencer thrusts forward again, Spencer makes a little groaning noise. He thrusts again, and this time, when he pulls back, Brendon reaches out his thumb and swipes it over the head of Spencer's cock.
"Oh - okay, yeah, that's - that's b-better." Spencer is starting to shake, although it's subtle, and Brendon feels ridiculously proud at the moment, so proud he squeezes again on the upstroke and makes Spencer say, "Oh, fuck, yeah."
Spencer's rhythm falters, but Brendon picks it up. It's not his own cock, but he's done this before, from a different angle, yes, but still. He knows how to move his wrist and catch the ridge around the crown on the upstroke. And for the first time in awhile (minutes? seconds? Brendon has no fucking idea), he becomes aware of the lower half of his body, of Ryan pulling the sleeping bag down his legs, along with his shorts and boxers.
Oh. Oh.
Brendon lifts up his hips without really thinking about it, and just like that, he's totally naked below the waist. It's dark, but not so dark that Ryan can't see his cock. Brendon closes his eyes, and tries to concentrate on moving his hand over Spencer, instead of focusing on the fact that Ryan can totally see his fucking boner. This was not how Brendon envisioned his first blowjob, but it's pretty fucking great anyway. At least, he thinks so until Ryan brackets Brendon's legs with his knees and leans over him, mouthing gently at Brendon's dick. It's such a shock of sensation that Brendon has to pull away from Spencer's mouth and practically yell, "Oh my fucking god," as his hand momentarily drops from Spencer's cock.
He's two seconds away from coming. And he just came, like, fifteen minutes ago, tops. Brendon is such a loser. And Ryan is never, ever going to let him live it down.
"What are you fussing about now?" Spencer asks. "I know he's good with his mouth; it can't be that."
Ryan sucks hard, takes Brendon in deeper, and Brendon has to tug on Ryan's hair, because he's seriously, seriously going to come any second now. He can't even talk, because if he does he's just going to moan Ryan's name, or Spencer's, and that's just gonna make him come even harder, and. He's so, so screwed.
Spencer reaches for Brendon's hand, curls it back around his dick, and as he starts thrusting gently back into Brendon's fist, he says, like they're just hanging out and shooting the shit, "You should let Ryan fuck you sometime, it's awesome, but you probably won't be able to walk for twenty-four hours."
Brendon gives up and comes his fucking brains out, Ryan's future taunting be damned. He's only human, after all, and Spencer saying "Ryan" and "fuck" and "you" while grinding his slick cock into Brendon's hand is more than the average seventeen-year-old should be expected to take. It's practically torture, probably is in some states.
Brendon comes and Ryan pulls his mouth away and jerks him through it. He must not move away fast enough though, because when he lifts his head back up, Brendon can see where a streak of come is clinging to the corner of his mouth. Brendon's cock jerks again, and fuck, it's so soon after that.
Above him, Spencer's gasping, "You better not fucking come again for the rest of the night." He's pounding his hips now, his own hand covering Brendon's slack one around his cock, practically jerking himself off. Brendon's too dazed and post-orgasm hazy to really think straight.
Spencer bucks into his fist and Brendon manages to keep his hold until Spencer's coming between them.
"Okay," Spencer says, after he catches his breath. "So, you going to let Ryan fuck you now?"
Me and foxxcub wrote some underage OT3 porn.
Been Taken
Spencer/Brendon/Ryan | NC-17 | ~ 3000 words
Underage shenanigans on the fold out couch from the infamous sleepover.
By foxxcub and disarm_d
Brendon's never watched porn before. He's not going to tell anyone that he's never watched porn before, but.
There's the porn on the TVs, on all of the TVs, and there's Spencer bent over the pool table, and when Ryan comes out of the shower he walks around without a shirt for for-friggen-ever, and there's just no safe place for Brendon to look.
They're all getting ready for bed now, at least. Except that Spencer can't find his PJs, and he's been pawing through his duffle bag for about a million years, ass up in the air.
Spencer finally manages to get his PJs on, finally manages to climb onto the couch with him and Ryan. He climbs up and sprawls out, and there's a whole lot less room for Brendon all of the sudden. Spencer's shirt has ridden up, and his lower back is completely bare and. His lower back.
He rolls over, and into Brendon. His belly is bare too, and his skin pressed up against Brendon arm before he rolls away again.
Spencer and Ryan are talking. Spencer and Ryan are talking about porn, and Ryan's making fun of something that reminds Spencer of another video that they watched, because apparently, everyone has secret porn watching sessions that Brendon didn't know about.
"I like that one where both the girls were sucking off that dude's cock," Spencer says, and whoa. Okay, whoa. Brendon didn't even know that was possible.
Brendon's never gotten even one person to suck on his cock before, and two? Two people wanting to do that? Brendon's never even imagined something like that.
Spencer's cheeks go all pink when he talks about it, and he keeps licking his lips. Ryan starts talking about how the guy was taking the chick doggy style, and Spencer laughs and nods, and Brendon's really kind of uncomfortable.
He manages to do this really smooth move, where he doesn't pull his sleeping bag away until his back is turned, so that he's able to get up without anyone noticing - anything. His move involves some running, a slight dash across the room, but whatever, it was still totally smooth.
When he gets to the bathroom, he wonders for a minute if he should find some hand lotion or just spit into his palm.
He's finally, finally, finally got his hand wrapped around his cock, when someone starts pounding on the door.
"What the fuck, dude?" Brent yells. "Hurry it up."
Brendon doesn't think that he can come in ten seconds, although, if Spencer were watching he maybe could and oh, oh god, what. Fuck.
He comes in his hand without really meaning to, right before he swallows and yells, "Yeah, just a sec."
He washes his hands and opens the door and moves when Brent shoves him aside. He walks back to the living room and lies down. Spencer and Ryan are still chatting, but as he settles into his sleeping bag, they both suddenly go quiet.
There's a long pause before: "Brendon," Ryan says. "You smell like - " and Spencer starts laughing, really loudly.
Brendon tries to shush him, but Spencer ignores him. Brendon reaches over and tries to cover Spencer's mouth.
"Oh my god," Ryan says. "We all know where that hand's been!"
Brendon kind of wants to throw up, he's so embarrassed. "Shut the fuck up," he says, which probably makes it worse.
"Dude, for real, are you thirteen?" Ryan's laughing really hard now, and Spencer's, like, snorting.
Brendon's face goes hot; he's flushing so hard he can feel it creeping down his throat. "Shut up," he tries again.
"Why the fuck does the bathroom smell like jizz?" Brent yells, immediately followed by, "Oh my god, Brendon, you fucker."
Brendon pulls his hand away from Spencer's mouth and pulls his sleeping bag over his head. He concentrates really, really, really hard on disappearing. Then, he feels arms around him, hugging him, and hears Spencer's voice say, "We'll turn the porn off if it's too much, Brendon. We don't want you to, like, go cross-eyed or anything." There's a high-pitched whimpering noise, like Ryan's crying from laughing so hard.
Brendon tries to roll away, but he's already pressed right up against the arm of the couch, and there's nowhere left for him to go.
Ryan snorts, and Brendon hopes wildly that he chokes on his tongue.
"Seriously, that's fucking sick, Urie," Brent yells as the toilet flushes.
"Pretend I'm not here," Brendon says, curling into a ball. It's hot under the sleeping bag, and he's kind of sweating. Spencer's still hugging him. Spencer's arms are really strong around his waist, and Brendon can't breathe very well.
"I can't breathe, lemme go," he says, and Spencer laughs.
"Yeah, Spencer," Ryan says slowly. "He can't breathe."
Spencer laughs softly, right in Brendon's ear, and wow. Brendon really didn't think he could get hard again, but. It's all that stupid, stupid porn. And Spencer's cheeks. On the plus side, the way he's curled up on his side, there's definitely no way that anyone's going to be able to tell that he's hard. On the, well, it's another side anyways, Spencer is pressed right up along Brendon's body, and even though there's a layer of sleeping bag between them, it doesn't provide enough padding that Brendon can't still feel something digging into his thigh. It could be Spencer's leg. He does have pretty muscular thighs.
But then, Spencer's hand slides down Brendon's arm, or it would be Brendon's arm if the sleeping bag wasn't between them, and then he kind of shifts against Brendon, and. And.
Brendon holds very still. He's definitely not breathing now, but it's not because Spencer's arm is tight across his chest any more.
Brendon can hear the rustle of movement. Spencer's still right there, grinding against him, so it must be Ryan. Ryan, who is also on the couch with them.
"Um, Spence?" Ryan says, and he sounds weird. "What are you - "
"Nothing, go watch the porn," Spencer replies, and Brendon's never heard his voice like that, huh. Okay.
Brendon turns his head, just a little bit, and he catches Ryan out of the corner of his eye, sitting up and shuffling over towards them.
"No fair, Spencer," Ryan says. And okay, wow. Brendon's never heard Ryan's voice like that before, either.
"You guys, I - " Brendon starts, but Spencer doesn't let him finish, just tugs the sleeping bag down far enough for him to whisper against Brendon's neck, "Well, since you already took the edge off..."
Spencer rubs his nose against Brendon's neck and then, okay, yeah, that's Spencer's tongue.
Brendon lets out an embarrassing little squeak. He's - surprised. It's a squeak of surprise. At least this time Ryan doesn't start laughing at him.
"Um, I kind of don't want to make out with you," Brendon lies, but he feels it needs to be said.
"Hey, Ryan," Spencer says. "Brendon doesn't want to make out with me."
"Huh," Ryan says. "That's not very nice, Brendon."
"Nope," Spencer says. "Not very nice."
"So, is that why you hauled ass to the bathroom and jerked off, like, two minutes ago?" Ryan asks, and Brendon so completely, one hundred percent hates him. A lot.
"I wasn't - " But yeah, it's kind of pointless to deny it at this point, and god, that has to be Spencer's dick against leg, has to be. He moves his leg back, just a fraction of an inch, and Spencer sucks in a sharp breath through his nose. Yep, definitely his dick.
And then, then. Then there are wet noises, just above his head, and when Brendon twists around, he can see the outline of Spencer and Ryan in the dark, and maybe a little bit of where Ryan's tongue is licking into Spencer's mouth, and. Fuck.
The first thing Brendon thinks is oh shit, where's Brent, and then he remembers hearing footsteps up the stairs, meaning Brent made good on his threat to sleep in the guest room upstairs because Ryan and Spencer are such bed hogs. Which means he's alone. With the two of them. Kissing. Above him.
Spencer's cock is still pressed up against his thigh, even though the angle's different now. Different because Spencer is twisting the upper half of his body away from Brendon and towards Ryan so that he can suck on Ryan's lower lip. Ryan makes a little noise at something, and Brendon feels it when Spencer jerks suddenly against him. Brendon licks his lips and panics a little, because. Because, okay. Should he interrupt them? Roll over and kiss Spencer's neck?
He is at a complete and total loss and is maybe starting to hyperventilate a bit when he hears Ryan say, "Bren, hey," in this very soft voice, and he moves to straddle Brendon's body.
Brendon rolls all the way onto his back while Ryan settles on top. Ryan only weighs twenty pounds or something, but all of that weight is resting on Brendon's erection all of the sudden, and, fuck, fuck. Brendon bucks up before he can help himself. Ryan bares down, pushes back against the motion, leans down, and, when Brendon lifts his head up and off the pillow, straining to reach, he presses his mouth to Brendon's. Brendon makes a really, really embarrassing noise, like his voice is cracking, and he waits for Ryan to start snickering again, make it into a joke, but all he does is smile against his mouth and push his tongue past Brendon's lips. Brendon opens for him and pushes his tongue up against Ryan's when Ryan licks inside.
Spencer is still lying beside them, and when Brendon gasps loudly and Ryan pulls away, Spencer's right there kissing Ryan again. Kissing Ryan, then looking down at Brendon. Brendon doesn't want to ask, he doesn't, it's kind of pathetic, but if Spencer doesn't kiss him soon, he'll...do something dumb. Like grab him and kiss him himself. Which would be awkward and he'd probably screw it up, anyway, and - oh.
Spencer shakes his head as he leans down and kisses Brendon, softly, right at the corner of his mouth, and whispers, "Why did you just look at me like that? Like you're gonna cry?" and Brendon just flails a little and digs his hands into Spencer's hair, holding on, and replies, "No talking, talking sucks. More kissing."
Spencer hovers right above his mouth, and seriously, what's the fucking hold up here? Brendon makes a little frustrated noise and Spencer says, "I thought you didn't want to make out with me?"
"I changed my mind," Brendon says, and he's about to bite Spencer in a very unsexy way if he doesn't start kissing him right-the-fuck-now.
"Mmm, yeah, a woman's prerogative?" Spencer lifts an eyebrow, and Brendon manages to say, "Okay, fuck off and - " before Spencer kisses him hard and deep, not even pausing to let Brendon get the full feel of his mouth. Spencer kisses differently than Ryan: less tongue, more completely, overwheming.
Brendon grinds up against Ryan and Ryan pushes down against him. Ryan's hard, too, Brendon can feel where Ryan's cock is digging into his hip. Especially when Ryan starts to rock against him. The only way Brendon is going to get through this is if he stops. Thinking.
So he does.
He shuts his brain off and exists only in Spencer's all-encompassing kisses that have him gasping for air, and Ryan's rhythm, the back-and-forth motion of his hips grinding into Brendon, the outlines of their erections lined up, perfect, sliding in tandem.
One of his hands is tangled in Spencer's hair, the other pressed to the small of Ryan's back. Spencer holds himself up over Brendon, and Ryan - where are Ryan's hands? Brendon pulls back from Spencer's mouth and looks down. One of Ryan's hands is moving inside Spencer's PJ bottoms. And then he can see the way Spencer's mouth doesn't shut all the way, is slack and soft, and he's starting to gasp loudly as he rolls his hips up into Ryan's hand. He can't see Ryan's hand, or Spencer's cock (Spencer's cock), just the way that what they're doing moves the fabric of Spencer's pants.
Brendon reaches out with one hand and tugs gently on the waistband of Spencer's PJs, looking up at Spencer while he does it.
"I wanna see," he whispers without thinking (thinking's bad, bad) and Spencer laughs tightly. He yanks at his PJs, lets them fall down his thighs into a pool against the mattress, and oh fuck. Ryan's hand is curled around Spencer's cock, the head peeking out of his fist all purple and slick, and Spencer's thrusting. Ryan's hand doesn't move much, just grips Spencer's cock in a tight circle while Spencer thrusts his hips. His hips, which are moving, so that he can push his cock into Ryan's hand. While Brendon watches.
"Um. I." Brendon can feel his brain starting up again, a whirl of thoughts, and in desperation to shut it off again he tugs Spencer back down, gets his tongue back in his mouth, and finally, he makes Spencer moan.
"This is a really awkward angle for me," Ryan says.
Spencer moves his mouth again, and. His mouth. Brendon looks up at Ryan and glares.
"What, my hand's twisting all weird." Ryan gives him an exasperated look, which is probably the last thing Brendon wants to see right now. So he bucks up, hard, catching Ryan off guard, and Ryan gasps, letting that fucking look of exasperation slide right off his face. Against Spencer's mouth, Brendon smirks.
"Maybe," Ryan continues, "you could help."
Brendon freezes again.
Ryan moves one of his hands, catches hold of one of Brendon's, and guides him forward, and then, okay. Yeah. That's Spencer's cock right there. He shuts his eyes, opens his mouth a little wider, kisses Spencer a little deeper and a little wetter as he takes over where Ryan's hand once was, and it's all slick, pulsing heat because, god, Spencer's cock is in his hand, what.
He doesn't do anything for a moment, just curls his fingers around the shaft, and Spencer makes a grunt of frustration. "You gotta move," he says, and then he's thrusting up, letting his cock slide over Brendon's palm, his bent fingers. Brendon stops trying to map out the texture of Spencer's cock, and curls his hand into a fist. He tightens and when Spencer thrusts forward again, Spencer makes a little groaning noise. He thrusts again, and this time, when he pulls back, Brendon reaches out his thumb and swipes it over the head of Spencer's cock.
"Oh - okay, yeah, that's - that's b-better." Spencer is starting to shake, although it's subtle, and Brendon feels ridiculously proud at the moment, so proud he squeezes again on the upstroke and makes Spencer say, "Oh, fuck, yeah."
Spencer's rhythm falters, but Brendon picks it up. It's not his own cock, but he's done this before, from a different angle, yes, but still. He knows how to move his wrist and catch the ridge around the crown on the upstroke. And for the first time in awhile (minutes? seconds? Brendon has no fucking idea), he becomes aware of the lower half of his body, of Ryan pulling the sleeping bag down his legs, along with his shorts and boxers.
Oh. Oh.
Brendon lifts up his hips without really thinking about it, and just like that, he's totally naked below the waist. It's dark, but not so dark that Ryan can't see his cock. Brendon closes his eyes, and tries to concentrate on moving his hand over Spencer, instead of focusing on the fact that Ryan can totally see his fucking boner. This was not how Brendon envisioned his first blowjob, but it's pretty fucking great anyway. At least, he thinks so until Ryan brackets Brendon's legs with his knees and leans over him, mouthing gently at Brendon's dick. It's such a shock of sensation that Brendon has to pull away from Spencer's mouth and practically yell, "Oh my fucking god," as his hand momentarily drops from Spencer's cock.
He's two seconds away from coming. And he just came, like, fifteen minutes ago, tops. Brendon is such a loser. And Ryan is never, ever going to let him live it down.
"What are you fussing about now?" Spencer asks. "I know he's good with his mouth; it can't be that."
Ryan sucks hard, takes Brendon in deeper, and Brendon has to tug on Ryan's hair, because he's seriously, seriously going to come any second now. He can't even talk, because if he does he's just going to moan Ryan's name, or Spencer's, and that's just gonna make him come even harder, and. He's so, so screwed.
Spencer reaches for Brendon's hand, curls it back around his dick, and as he starts thrusting gently back into Brendon's fist, he says, like they're just hanging out and shooting the shit, "You should let Ryan fuck you sometime, it's awesome, but you probably won't be able to walk for twenty-four hours."
Brendon gives up and comes his fucking brains out, Ryan's future taunting be damned. He's only human, after all, and Spencer saying "Ryan" and "fuck" and "you" while grinding his slick cock into Brendon's hand is more than the average seventeen-year-old should be expected to take. It's practically torture, probably is in some states.
Brendon comes and Ryan pulls his mouth away and jerks him through it. He must not move away fast enough though, because when he lifts his head back up, Brendon can see where a streak of come is clinging to the corner of his mouth. Brendon's cock jerks again, and fuck, it's so soon after that.
Above him, Spencer's gasping, "You better not fucking come again for the rest of the night." He's pounding his hips now, his own hand covering Brendon's slack one around his cock, practically jerking himself off. Brendon's too dazed and post-orgasm hazy to really think straight.
Spencer bucks into his fist and Brendon manages to keep his hold until Spencer's coming between them.
"Okay," Spencer says, after he catches his breath. "So, you going to let Ryan fuck you now?"