untitled panic! at the circle jerk - brendon/spencer/dallon - R - 3,100+ words
"So this is weird," Dallon says, looking up at Spencer. Who is straddling his lap. Like it's not a big deal.
"Not really," Spencer says, pressing a little closer and staring down at Dallon in this really unnerving way. "I keep telling you, we do this all the time. It's a band thing. Relieves stress. Pent up energy. Sexual frustration." By the time Spencer's done talking his mouth is pretty much on Dallon's ear, his breath gusting through the short hair there, and Dallon kind of wants to squirm but he also kind of has a boner. So.
"So what do you say?" Spencer asks, his lips brushing Dallon's ear.
"I say... oh, wow, okay," is what Dallon ends up saying, because Spencer doesn't really wait for an answer before he bites down on Dallon's earlobe and starts kissing down his neck.
"This okay?" Spencer asks, his voice low and rumbly where he's mouthing at the base of Dallon's throat, and how is Dallon supposed to talk when Spencer's doing that thing with his tongue?
"Muh," Dallon says stupidly, grabbing at Spencer's hips, and he can feel the grin against his skin as Spencer settles closer over Dallon's lap. Spencer pulls back enough to meet Dallon's eyes for a second and then he's leaning in, pressing his lips to Dallon's and kissing hard and a little rough from the start.
Dallon's kind of overwhelmed here, because wow, yeah, Spencer is definitely in his lap, and he is definitely pressing his hips down against Dallon's, and he is definitely, definitely hard. He keeps biting at Dallon's bottom lip, nipping and licking at the marks he leaves, and his hands are in Dallon's hair, pulling just enough to feel good, and Dallon has not felt so turned on and so out of his league since high school.
"Are you sure this isn't weird?" Dallon gasps out when Spencer pulls back to kiss down his neck.
"Does it feel weird?" Spencer asks, sitting back with a smirk and pressing his hips down in the process.
"That's not the word I'd use," Dallon says, his voice coming out kind of high and stupid sounding.
"Hmm." Spencer leans forward to bite down at the place where Dallon's neck meets his shoulder. Dallon's hips jerk up at the feeling and he groans before he can remember to swallow the sound.
"Words are overrated. Oh my god you bite a lot," Dallon moans, more than a little grateful when Spencer kisses him again, their lips moving together and Spencer's tongue pressing at the seam of Dallon's lips in a way that makes Dallon's stomach twist up hotly. Dallon's fingers twitch where they're holding Spencer's hips, wanting to grab harder, wanting to lie back on the couch and take Spencer with him. Spencer sucks at the tip of Dallon's tongue and Dallon is starting to think he might actually come in his pants.
"Are you complaining?" Spencer asks, rolling his hips down as he pulls back. He's dangerously good at that.
"No," Dallon gasps, squeezing his eyes shut because he seriously cannot deal with Spencer's face right now. His lips are full and red and his eyes are dark and Dallon really, really does not want to embarrass himself. "I am not complaining at all," he repeats when Spencer leans back down and nips at Dallon's jaw.
"Good," Spencer says, leaning back in and kissing Dallon deep and desperate. He keeps rocking forward, pressing his cock in against Dallon's through their jeans, and when he tugs at Dallon's hair and starts biting his way down Dallon's throat, Dallon gives in and squeezes down on Spencer's hips, his fingers digging in as his hips jerk up. Spencer makes a pleased, rough noise against Dallon's throat and Dallon is so, so sure that he's about to come, so of course that's when Brendon walks into the living room.
"Oh," he says, his voice going from genuine surprise to something that's more like a leer, "really."
"No!" Dallon says desperately, because Spencer is still sucking on his neck. "Well. I don't know."
"Yes," Spencer says, pulling back with annoyed sigh. "Now either sit there and watch or get out, I'm busy."
"Uh," Dallon says. "Wait. What?"
"We had a bet to see who could get in your pants first," Brendon says as he sprawls on the couch, way too close to where Spencer is still in Dallon's lap. "Spencer probably cheated."
"I did not cheat, I won," Spencer growls, his hands sneaking up Dallon's shirt and sliding over his warm skin. It's nice, oh god is it nice, but seriously, what?
"You had a bet?" Dallon asks faintly, only vaguely registering lifting his arms up so Spencer can get his shirt off. "What was the prize?"
"You," Brendon says with what is definitely a leer. He waggles his eyebrows too and Dallon has a weird moment of feeling incredibly fond but also pretty turned on by Brendon. When did that happen?
"You just waited too long, anyway, he's kind of easy," Spencer says, fingers going for Dallon's belt. Dallon wants to grab Spencer's hands to stop things from going any farther, but even more than that, he doesn't. He's so fucked.
"Hey!" Dallon protests, but then Spencer's digging his nails into Dallon's hips above the waistband of his jeans and Dallon moans, closing his eyes for a second. "Okay, okay. That's fair. I'm a little bit easy."
"We're not complaining, trust us," Brendon says, crawling forward so he can lean in and kiss Dallon, quick and hard and dragging Dallon's lip between his teeth as he pulls away.
"Up," Spencer says, tugging at Dallon's jeans, and Dallon lifts his hips as Spencer pulls his pants and underwear down and then hey, oh, okay, Brendon is touching his dick.
"You," he says, not quite able to get his mouth to stop, "are touching my dick."
"Yes," Brendon says happily. "Yes I am."
"Okay," Dallon says, trying very hard not to thrust up into Brendon's hand. "So is this just, like. What you guys do. Touch each other's dicks?"
"Sometimes," Spencer says, leaning over and kissing Brendon quickly before getting up and pulling down his own pants. Dallon is staring right at Spencer's cock. That's something he's doing. "It's not a full time activity," Spencer adds, smirking when Dallon drags his eyes away from Spencer's cock and back up to his face.
"Yeah, that makes sense," Dallon says breathlessly as Spencer climbs back on his lap. "That would be really inconvenient, I guess. Your hand is still on my dick."
"Dallon," Spencer says, leaning in and biting at his lip. "Shut up and let us jerk you off."
"Yeah," Dallon says. "I can do that."
"Excellent," Spencer says, leaning down and yanking Brendon's hand away before wrapping his own around Dallon's cock.
"Oh," Dallon says. "Oh, oh, okay, we're doing this, okay."
"Dallon," Spencer says, leaning down and kissing him. "Shut. Up."
Dallon nods, biting back a whine when Spencer starts up a fast, rough rhythm. Spencer's kisses are sloppy but his hand is tight and Dallon can't stop his hips from twitching forward, trying to thrust up into Spencer's grip. It's so different like this, with someone else jerking him off, that Dallon is still having trouble wrapping his head around it.
"You look like you're thinking about it. Stop thinking about it," Brendon huffs out, pushing his jeans down enough to get his own cock out and lick his hand before he starts jerking off. Brendon's cock is already half hard and shining with spit when Brendon circles his fist around it and Dallon can't stop staring.
"Like what you see?" Brendon asks, waggling his eyebrows.
"Shut up, Brendon," Spencer says, rolling his eyes as Dallon blushes, just a little. He could probably excuse it away as being flushed, what with Spencer jerking him off and all. And boy, wow, is Spencer jerking him off. His hand is tight and fast on Dallon's cock, squeezing just under the head on every stroke, and Dallon really, really wishes he knew what the rules on coming were, because he is so, so about to come.
"Wait," Dallon gasps out. "Wait, wait, we've got to--"
"You're not freaking out on me now, are you?" Spencer asks, stilling his hand. "Because that's going to be awkward, seeing as I'm holding your dick."
"No," Dallon says, feeling his face heat up again. "I'm just really, really close. I don't know if I'm supposed to, like, come? Or not?"
"Of course you're supposed to come," Brendon says, rolling his eyes. "We don't just get together and jerk off and then not come. That'd be weird."
"Yeah," Dallon says breathlessly when Spencer's hand starts back up on his cock. "Yeah, that would be weird."
"Shh," Brendon says, getting awkwardly to his knees on the couch. His pants are still around his thighs, and he almost overbalances and crashes straight into Dallon, but he ends up pressed up against Dallon's side, kneeling over him. "We're gonna make out now," Brendon says, leaning down and grabbing onto Dallon's hair with one hand, the other propped against the couch for balance.
Dallon doesn't answer, but he also doesn't have to because then Brendon's kissing him, deep and wet and this really strange mix of slow and thorough and desperate and sloppy. It should probably throw him off, but Dallon really, really does not mind. Brendon presses in even closer, his cock still hard and digging into the crook of Dallon's elbow, and Spencer shifts forward, his hand working even faster now and his cock pressing in against Dallon's hip. Which is, you know, three times as many cocks as Dallon had planned on encountering today, but whatever. He's a flexible guy.
And so is Brendon, apparently, because he's bending himself almost in half to kiss down Dallon's throat, and when he bites down on one of the marks Spencer left there, Dallon jerks up and comes hard and sudden, a weird, jagged sounding shout forcing its way out of his throat.
"Woah," Brendon says, pulling back staring at Dallon. "I'm awesome."
"You're awesome? I was the one jerking him off," Spencer says.
"But I bit him and he came and he made that weird noise. That's gotta be worth some kind of points."
"It still wouldn't mean you won, I'm the one who got him to go for this in the first place."
"Gee," Dallon finally says in a hoarse voice, when he can't take the sight of Brendon and Spencer arguing with their cocks bobbing around anymore, "you sure know how to make a guy feel special."
"I appreciate you as a person, and not just a sex object," Brendon says, leaning down and kissing him softly. "But now that we've established that, we need to do something about my dick."
"I've been saying we should castrate you for years," Spencer says, getting up off of Dallon's lap and wiping his hand off on Dallon's stomach. Dallon opens his mouth to protest, but it is his come, so he lets it slide.
"You don't mean that," Brendon whines, and Spencer's settling down on the floor, still tall enough to lean up and kiss Brendon before he's grabbing Brendon's cock.
"This is uncomfortably romantic," Dallon comments, still a little dizzy and hot from his orgasm. Brendon tilts his head onto Dallon's shoulder and moans when Spencer sinks his mouth over Brendon's cock, his cheeks hollowing out as he starts to suck around it.
"This is about as romantic as we-- oh god, Spence, Spencer," Brendon groans, grabbing at Spencer's hair and trying to push his hips up so his cock will sink deeper in Spencer's mouth. Spencer slaps Brendon hard on the thigh before grabbing Brendon's hip with his free hand and Dallon should not be finding this so hot, oh god.
"Oh god," Dallon repeats out loud, watching with wide eyes as Brendon's cock slides in and out of Spencer's mouth, flushed and wet with spit. Spencer keeps his eyes open and stares up at Brendon and Brendon stares back and it's so suddenly intimate, Dallon thinks he might actually be blushing. He wants to touch at Spencer's swollen lips, at his cheek, but he still feels like he's some creepy, intruding pervert for watching this, so he settles for leaning into Brendon and trying not to moan when Brendon does.
"Spencer, yeah, like that, come on," Brendon says in a rush, his hips twitching up like he can't help it. He's leaning heavily into Dallon's side, his fingers still tangled up in Spencer's hair, and something hot and wanting twists low in Dallon's stomach when Spencer pulls off for a second, spit trailing from the swollen head of Brendon's cock to Spencer's mouth. Dallon licks his lips and he doesn't even care that Spencer catches him doing it.
"You want to come?" Spencer asks, and Brendon immediately replies, "Yes, yes, please."
"Ask Dallon." Spencer's grinning a little when he looks at Dallon's surprised face, his hand moving slowly over Brendon's cock.
"Dallon, please, please, can I come?" Brendon's voice is hoarse, his whole body straining up with Spencer's hand like he's holding back, waiting for permission, and it's kind of kinky and different and so hot. Dallon has to clear his throat because when he tries to answer his voice comes out embarrassingly strangled.
"Yeah. Yes, you should absolutely do that--"
"Fuck," Brendon groans out, coming almost as soon as Dallon starts to speak, his hips jerking up violently under Spencer's hand. "I-- I can't even, shit," Brendon gasps, dropping his head back to Dallon's shoulder and panting against his skin. Dallon can't stop staring at Brendon's cock, still hard in Spencer's hand and covered with his own come, and he's pretty sure he's losing his mind.
Which has to be the reason he finally looks up and asks, "Is that, like, a thing? With the asking to come... thing?"
"Are you broken?" Brendon asks him, still panting and looking a little concerned. "Did we break you?"
"Why is no one concerned about me?" Spencer asks, wiping his hand on Brendon's stomach. "I'm the one stuck jerking everyone off. I'm going to get carpal tunnel and then you won't have a drummer. Not to mention I've gotten both you assholes off and no one's so much as touched my dick."
"I can do that," Dallon says, immediately snapping his mouth shut once he realizes what he's said.
"You're gonna touch my dick?" Spencer asks. "Are you sure your gay freakout can handle that?"
"I'm not having a gay freakout, I'm having a vaguely-kinky-sex-with-my-bandmates freakout," Dallon says. "It's to be expected when, you know, your bandmates decide to have vaguely kinky sex with you."
"It wasn't that kinky," Brendon says, rolling his eyes and leaning over to kiss Dallon again, biting down on his lip gently. "Now get on the floor and touch Spencer's dick."
"Right," Dallon says, mostly to himself, sliding off the couch to kneel by Spencer. "I'm a dick touching pro."
Spencer laughs and Dallon wisely shuts up, leaning in to kiss Spencer slowly. He presses closer before sliding his hand down between them, trailing his fingers carefully until they brush over Spencer's cock and Spencer's hips twitch up a little at the touch.
"You have to actually grab it, and then--"
"Right, I think I've got it, Brendon," Dallon interrupts, smiling a little against Spencer's lips because he's here and he's circling his fingers around Spencer's dick and holy shit, maybe Dallon is going to have a freakout.
"That's good," Spencer says, trailing his lips down to Dallon's neck and sucking lightly at the warm skin there. "You can-- tighter, it's really not going to take much."
"Yeah," Dallon says stupidly, letting himself actually squeeze around Spencer's cock, working his fist up and down the way he likes doing for himself, just at an unfamiliar angle. Spencer doesn't moan shamelessly the way Brendon did but he does groan softly, voice rumbling against Dallon's skin and hips twitching up with the movement of Dallon's hand. It's kind of ridiculously hot, and Dallon slows his hand down, squeezing a little tighter and dragging his hand up Spencer's cock slowly. Spencer whines, his hips jerking forward, and, like, okay. He just made Spencer whine. Because of how he's touching Spencer's dick.
"Dallon," Spencer says roughly, and Dallon realizes that he's maybe just been kind of sitting there, squeezing at Spencer's dick for a minute or so.
"Right, sorry, yeah," he says, starting his hand back up and ignoring Brendon's snort. Whatever. He's a handjob master. Spencer seems to agree, anyway, since he's thrusting up into Dallon's hand now, his fingers digging in tight at Dallon's shoulder and flexing with each stroke of Dallon's hand. Dallon can hear the low, rough groans Spencer's letting out against his shoulder, and it's making his stomach start to twist up hotly again.
"Run your thumb over the head," Brendon says, leaning down to speak into Dallon's ear. "Drives him crazy."
"Yeah," Dallons says, even though that was completely unnecessary. But he does what Brendon says, running his thumb over the top of Spencer's dick, and it doesn't take long before Spencer's biting into his shoulder and coming with a muffled groan, hot and wet over Dallon's hand. It's really hot. And also kind of weird.
"Your come," Dallon says, "is on my hand."
"You know how to ruin a moment, Dallon, fuck," Spencer says, licking lightly over the bitemarks on Dallon's shoulder. Dallon doesn't even want to think about how hard he is again.
"I was just saying," Dallon says faintly, his voice trailing off a little when Brendon reaches down and grabs Dallon's hand, bringing it up to his mouth. Dallon watches, wide-eyed and flushed all over again, as Brendon sucks two of Dallon's fingers into his mouth, all the way to the knuckle, licking them clean. Of Spencer's come.
"See?" Dallon says, trying to ignore the way Spencer's still sort of nuzzling at his shoulder. "Kinky sex. God, Brendon."
Brendon pulls his mouth off of Dallon's finger with a wet pop. "It is really cute how you think that's kinky," Brendon says, grinning at Dallon and leaning back down to lick over Dallon's knuckles. "Really," he says once he's done. "Just adorable. This is gonna be fun."
"What?" Dallon asks. "What's gonna be fun?"
Brendon doesn't answer, just gives Dallon this look that is kind of terrifying before dropping to his knees and taking Dallon's cock into his mouth.
"Um," Dallon says, trying not to thrust up. "Um. Spencer?"
"Hmm?" Spencer asks, still nosing at Dallon's neck.
"Bredon's sucking my dick?" Dallon says, realizing how stupid it sounds as soon as it's out of his mouth.
"Yeah," Spencer says, yawning a little. "Welcome to the band."