Commit This To Memory
It wasn’t that big of a surprise when Spencer approached Dallon in regards to Brendon. Dallon had been instantly entranced by the singer and subtlety was not his strong suite so he figures that both Brendon and Spencer probably figured out that Dallon was staring just a little too long, a little too hard and now they were going to get rid of him.
“Hey, Dallon, I need to talk to you,” Spencer had said and he didn’t sound pissed, didn’t sound like an angry boyfriend who wanted to beat Dallon’s face in for even glancing at Brendon. Dallon nodded, pushes his slightly dirty bangs out of his face.
“Sure, Spence. Do you wanna uh…go outside or something?” Spencer and Dallon were currently standing in the tour bus, their temporary home. For once Dallon doesn’t know where Brendon is. Spencer shakes his head.
“Here is fine,” He says and Dallon swallows and sits down on the couch, Spencer sitting next to him. “Look,” Spencer starts, he looks serious but again not angry maybe even nervous. “I’ve noticed the way you’ve been looking at Brendon,” Spencer says and Dallon nods like an idiot.
“I have and I’m sorry but you should know I would never do anything Spence! “ Dallon rushes out, “I mean, I totally respect your relationship with him…not that Brendon would even want to be with me, I’m not saying that,” Dallon stammers and he wishes he could get himself to shut the fuck up but his mouth apparently runs faster than his brain.
Spencer laughs, actually laughs and he’s smiling and Dallon is pretty fucking confused right about now. He also notes that cryptically laughing Spencer is pretty terrifying. So Spencer is laughing and Dallon is confused.
“Relax, Weekes,” Spencer says after he’s finished laughing. “You’re not in trouble or anything.”
The other boy tilts his head. “Spence, I don’t understand.”
The serious almost nervous look returns to Spencer’s face. “It’s really kinda simple so I’m just going to say it alright?” Spencer says and Dallon nods dumbly. “The thing is that both Brendon and I have noticed your infatuation with Brendon,” Spencer tells him and Dallon feels a faint blush creep across his face. “And Brendon, see he’s pretty interested in this.”
Dallon’s jaw drops. “I…what?”
Spencer plays with his bangs. “He…we want you to fuck him,” Spencer tells Dallon. Dallon can’t possibly have heard that right. “There is a rule though,” Spencer adds. “It cannot be just you and him. It’s...you can fuck Brendon but only if I watch,” Spencer points out. The drummer has his head ducked down and he might be blushing but Dallon’s head is spinning too much for him to be sure.
Dallon is still trying to think of something to say, still tries to get his mouth to form words. Spencer looks back up and there’s a low heat in Spencer’s eyes, something there that’s enough to spark a want inside of Dallon.
“Of course, we understand if it’s like weird or something or you don’t want to do it,” Spencer adds.
“No!” Dallon half shouts before he even realizes he’s doing it. Spencer’s eyes widen slightly, a tiny smirk slipping onto his face.
“Great,” Spencer says simply before he stands up and goes outside, presumably to find Brendon and tell him about how Dallon had agreed.
It doesn’t come up again for awhile, Brendon and Spencer act the same around Dallon, though Brendon sometimes looks over at him with this knowing, teasing little smile and Dallon’s cock twitches to life. Finally there’s a day off, a hotel day and Spencer gives him a very knowing look that morning, one that makes Dallon shudder in anticipation.
The five of them, Spencer, Brendon, Ian, Zack, and Dallon all explore the city they’re stationed at for their day off, Dallon has no idea where they are, and he was never good at keeping track of the cities. They shop and eat and do all the other shit they do on their days off but Dallon is distracted.
He’s ready for tonight, to go back to the hotel and be with Spencer and Brendon. It’s hard for Dallon to take his eyes off of the duo, the way Brendon clings to Spencer, whispers things in his ear, even when he throws heated glances back at Dallon and the other boy blushes at the thought of being caught staring.
Hours later they all arrive at the hotel, Brendon and Spencer booked in one room while Ian and Dallon are sharing the other. Spencer takes his keycard and then he looks up at Dallon and Brendon joins in and Dallon’s breath catches tight in his throat.
Dallon follows Ian up to their shared room, dropping off their stuff and Ian lets Dallon have first shower. It takes an enormous amount of discipline for Dallon not to touch himself in the shower, he’s hard, and of course he is because his thoughts are filled with nothing but images of Brendon on his hands and knees, naked and panting, Spencer’s dark, dark eyes.
The boy shudders and reaches out to turn the faucets, make the water just a little colder to take off the edge on the heat that’s coursing through his body.
Spencer shows up while Ian’s showering. Dallon had been sitting on the bed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, he wasn’t sure that this counted as a situation where he should be dressed up. Dallon’s hair is still a little damp and he smiles at Spencer as he answers the door.
“Hey, you ready to go?” Spencer asks, he tilts his head towards the hallway. Dallon digs his fingers into the fabric of his jeans and nods.
“Do you um…should I bring anything?” Dallon asks as he jerks his thumb back towards his room. Spencer shakes his head, patented Smith smirk in place. Spencer reaches out and slides his finger through one of Dallon’s belt loops; he tugs the other boy forward.
“Just yourself,” Spencer whispers and for a minute he thinks Spencer might kiss him and he’s okay with that but at the last second Spencer pulls back and releases Dallon as the two of them head to the other room.
“Fuck…” Dallon breathes out as soon as he’s in the room. Spencer huffs out a little laugh.
“Yeah, Brendon kinda draws that reaction out of people,” Spencer says warmly, his voice dripping in affection. Dallon would laugh too if he could, but he can’t because his mind is completely overtaken by the sight before him.
Brendon is lying stretched out on the bed, completely naked. He’s fully hard already, his cock aching, leaking, straining. Brendon props himself up on his elbows, his dark eyes are huge and full of lust, his perfect plush mouth already red and bruised probably from kissing Spencer. The boy on the bed smiles, looks over at Spencer.
“Thank you,” Brendon says and Spencer smiles in return. Dallon shuffles a little awkwardly. “Dallon,” Brendon starts, and the boy lifts his gaze to meet Brendon’s. “Come here.” Brendon motions the other boy forward with his finger. Dallon glances over at Spencer before he moves towards the bed.
“Wait,” Spencer says and Dallon freezes mid step. Spencer slides up behind Dallon, strong arms wrapping around the boy’s torso. “You should probably be naked first,” Spencer adds as he tugs at Dallon’s shirt. The boy raises his arms and allows Spencer to get his shirt off. One of Spencer’s hands traces over the skin of Dallon’s stomach while the other drops lower, popping the button on Dallon’s jeans.
Spencer slides his hand down, helping the jeans ease down his hips, letting them drop down to pool at his ankles. So now Dallon is standing there in his boxers, already hard and tenting. Brendon’s watching intently, watching how Spencer’s hands move against Dallon’s skin.
Spencer moves and cups Dallon’s cock through the thin fabric of his boxers, rubbing lightly. Dallon tips his head back against Spencer’s shoulder and lets out a soft moan. Dallon hears Spencer let out a breathy laugh before his fingers slide down into the other boy’s boxers, past the waistband, stroking clever, rough fingers down Dallon’s achingly hard dick.
Dallon shivers against Spencer. “Spence,” Brendon says warningly, voice rough with need. Spencer doesn’t need to hear anymore before he’s tugging down Dallon’s boxers down and releasing him. Dallon steps out of them along with his jeans. Dallon hears the rip of a condom wrapper and then Spencer is touching him again, rolling the condom down and on to Dallon. Afterwards Spencer nudges him forward lightly with a hand on Dallon’s back.
“He’s all yours,” Spencer says softly and Dallon’s not quite sure which one of them he’s taking to. Dallon goes to the bed, kneels on it and Brendon pushes himself up so he’s sitting facing Dallon. Brendon’s legs are spread open and he’s smiling, Dallon’s heart kinda stops beating.
“Hi,” Brendon whispers softly before he leans forward and presses his glorious mouth to Dallon’s. It’s soft and chaste, Brendon brings his hand up to rest on the back of Dallon’s neck, keeping him close as if he believes that the other boy will back out now. Out of the corner of his eye Dallon can see Spencer moving, sitting down in a chair next to the bed, he watches them as Brendon deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping into Dallon’s mouth and the other boy imagines that he can taste Spencer on Brendon’s tongue. Dallon moans at the thought, Brendon muffling the sounds with his mouth.
Brendon wraps an arm around Dallon’s middle and tugs him forward and down as Brendon lowers himself back down onto his back. The brown haired boy shifts so he’s kneeling between Brendon’s spread thighs, his hands on either side of Brendon’s head and their mouths attached.
Dallon works to memorize the lazy slide of Brendon’s mouth against his own, of Brendon’s taste and smell. He wonders briefly if Spencer has it all memorized as well, if he knows all of Brendon by heart. Dallon knows that if he were in Spencer’s position, he would.
Brendon breaks their kiss, their mouths still pressed close together. Brendon stares up at Dallon, twining fingers through the boy’s hair. “I want you to fuck me, now,” Brendon whispers, each word hitting hot against Dallon’s skin.
“I…” The boy begins, his eyes searching Brendon’s. The ebony haired boy leans up and nips at Dallon’s jaw, sucking at the skin there, Dallon almost hopes it’s hard enough to leave a mark.
“You don’t even have to get him ready,” Spencer says his voice deep and rough.
“He already did,” Brendon leans up and whispers wetly right into Dallon’s ear. Dallon groans a little at that, at the thought of Spencer stretching Brendon open, working his fingers inside the older boy, getting him ready for Dallon to take.
“Fuck,” Dallon mutters and he presses a quick kiss to Brendon’s mouth, lets his tongue dart inside. Brendon makes a pleased noise in the back of his throat before Dallon pulls away. He doesn’t know if he should ask Brendon how he wants it to happen or if he should just do it this way, with Brendon on his back, pinned against the bed. He’s about to ask when suddenly Brendon hooks his leg around Dallon’s waist so the boy figures he’ll just go with it.
Dallon shifts, glances at Spencer briefly before he drops his gaze back to the long stretch of Brendon’s perfect pale body. Dallon gets his hands on Brendon’s soft hips, pulls him closer, spreads his legs a little wider and lines himself up.
Despite Spencer stretching him open, Brendon’s still so fucking tight when Dallon pushes in. The singer moans as Dallon fills him slowly, Dallon imagines he can hear Spencer’s breath catching.
“Fuck, Brendon,” Dallon leans down and licks a line down Brendon’s neck, across his jutting collarbones. It’s everything he’s allowed himself to think about these past weeks, fantasies that he’s jerked off to in the shower, Brendon moaning under him, panting out his name.
Brendon rolls his hips up desperately. “Dallon…please, please, move,” Brendon begs and Dallon pulls out slowly, watching as his cock leaves Brendon’s body, before he slams back in hard, sure that Brendon can take it. Brendon groans at each thrust from Dallon, his fingers digging into Dallon’s shoulders.
“Brendon,” Spencer says suddenly and Brendon’s eyes fly open and Dallon turns his head to look at the boy, freezing inside of Brendon. Spencer licks over his lips. “Can you get on your hands and knees?” He asks and Brendon smirks slightly and he nods against the pillow.
Dallon moves backwards, sliding out of Brendon as the other boy situates himself. He’s on his hands and knees now, his ass open and wet, ready for Dallon.
“Dallon, please,” Brendon begs again and Dallon swallows thickly before he slides back into place behind Brendon, his cock filling the other boy. In this position it’s easier for Dallon to see Spencer but it’s too hard to pay attention to him when he’s got Brendon clenching around him.
He sets up a rhythm, slow but deep hands clutching at Brendon’s hips as he fucks him, tilting Brendon’s body so Dallon can find that spot; the one that will have Brendon shaking apart. Brendon’s down on his elbows, fingers biting into the sheet under him and his face turned to the side, facing Spencer as he moans out loud.
“Harder, Dallon, can you go harder?” Brendon pants and fuck yes, Dallon can comply to that request. He holds on to Brendon harder, nails digging into soft flesh as he fucks Brendon relentlessly. There’s the soft slap of Dallon’s hips hitting against Brendon’s perfect rounded ass, the rich sounds of Brendon moaning, the subtle rustle of fabric as Spencer cups himself through his slacks.
“God, Brendon, do you even know what you look like right now?” Spencer asks, his voice husky. Brendon whimpers and Dallon can see that his hand has slipped down to stroke at his leaking cock. He would do it for Brendon, he would but he doesn’t know if he’s allowed, Brendon is not his after all.
“You look so fucking good like that, getting fucked,” Spencer continues. “Look how much you love it.”
Dallon grunts as he fucks Brendon impossibly deeper, buried completely inside the boy and Brendon is clutching at him, pressing back to get even more. Dallon’s cock must rub against Brendon’s prostate because Brendon jerks, cries out as his fingers curl into the sheet.
Spencer makes a soft noise and Dallon flickers his gaze up to see Spencer unzipping his fly, pulling his full thick cock out and stroking. Dallon gets a little lost for a moment in the way that Spencer’s skilled fingers curl around himself, he thumbs over the head of his own cock, spreading precome around and Dallon watches with interest until Brendon whines from under him.
Dallon snaps his hips, resumes fucking Brendon into the mattress. Brendon moans like he’s grateful, like all he wants is Dallon’s cock up his ass.
“God, Bren, so good,” Dallon grits out as he fucks harder, faster, pulling Brendon back on to his cock. Brendon pushes himself back up on to his hands, rocks back against Dallon, one of his hands reaching back to clutch at Dallon’s thigh. Brendon turns to look at Spencer.
“Spence, I want…” Brendon groans, he licks his lips and looks hopefully at Spencer. The younger boy arches an eyebrow.
“Yeah?” He asks and Brendon nods furiously. Spencer stands and undoes his belt, pops the button on his pants before he moves towards the bed, climbing on in front of Brendon. The older boy lets go of Dallon to tug down Spencer’s pants and boxers, getting them down to Spencer’s knees.
Spence reaches out and runs his fingers through Brendon’s hair.
“You can’t take it all Bren, we’ve got a show tomorrow,” Spencer tells him and Brendon huffs but he’s already wrapping a hand around the base of Spencer’s dick before he leans forward and licks over the leaking head. Spencer grunts and his fingers tighten in Brendon’s hair.
Dallon had slowed down his thrusts, once again lost in the beauty that is Brendon and Spencer together. But Brendon is pressing back against him again and Dallon thrusts in hard, pushing Brendon further on to Spencer’s dick. Spencer moans out a glorious noise as Brendon’s mouth sinks farther.
It’s amazing to watch Brendon like this, full and completely taken by them. He’s bobbing on Spencer’s cock, his one hand around the base and his other supporting him on the bed. He can’t touch himself and he’s leaking desperately, his hips rolling like he’s trying to garner some friction against the bed.
Dallon’s not sure if he should but he leans down and curls himself around Brendon, hips slamming against Brendon’s ass as he reaches down and gets a hand on Brendon. The boy mewls around Spencer’s cock which in turn has Spencer moaning and Dallon presses soft kisses down the line of Brendon’s spine as he fucks him hard.
Brendon is the one who comes first. He comes over Dallon’s fingers, moaning around Spencer’s cock. Dallon is barely hanging on himself and it’s the way Brendon dares to take all of Spencer in just once combined with the way Brendon is still clutching around Dallon’s cock that makes him come.
He freezes inside Brendon, little jerks of his hips as he rides out his orgasm. Spencer is the last one to come and he pulls out of Brendon’s mouth, taps the side of Brendon’s cheek just once and Brendon responds by opening his mouth immediately. Spencer jerks himself off in front of Brendon, he’s watching Brendon’s face carefully and he cries out Brendon’s name as he comes.
Spencer’s come splashes across Brendon’s cheek, his mouth, jaw, just a little in his hair. Spencer is panting and Brendon’s licking at his lips as Dallon pulls out, Brendon whimpering at the loss. Dallon doesn’t know what will happen now, if he should just leave or wait for Brendon and Spencer to do something.
Spencer tucks himself back into his boxers as he redresses, does up his belt. Dallon ties off the condom and tosses it in the trashcan near the bed. Brendon rolls on to his back cleaning Spencer’s come off with his fingers before he sucks them into his mouth.
“Dallon,” Brendon says, he motions for Dallon to come over to him and the boy does. Brendon leans up and kisses Dallon, his tongue sweeping through Dallon’s mouth and holy shit, Dallon tastes Spencer right now. He groans slightly at the thought.
“That was pretty amazing,” Brendon says against Dallon’s mouth. The other boy nods in agreement. “Next time you gotta fuck Spencer, or I could blow you?” Brendon suggests and Dallon’s mouth goes dry.
“Next time?” Dallon asks and Brendon nods.
“Well yeah, if you want to, I mean, we’re on tour right now so why not take advantage of it?” Brendon asks, he smiles up at Spencer whose still kneeling on the bed. “Right Spence?” He asks. Spencer smiles and nods in agreement.
“Yeah, road rules are totally different things than what happens off tour, Weekes,” Spencer tells him.
“Oh,” Dallon says he’s getting offered no strings attached sex with Brendon and Spencer but only for as long as the tour lasts. It’s not ideal; not exactly what he wants the most. But it’s something; it’s enough to get by. Dallon would be an idiot to turn it down. So he doesn’t, he just smiles and commits everything that happened today to memory, is already anticipating the next time they can do this.
“Yeah,” Dallon starts, “I’m in.
“Hey, Dallon, I need to talk to you,” Spencer had said and he didn’t sound pissed, didn’t sound like an angry boyfriend who wanted to beat Dallon’s face in for even glancing at Brendon. Dallon nodded, pushes his slightly dirty bangs out of his face.
“Sure, Spence. Do you wanna uh…go outside or something?” Spencer and Dallon were currently standing in the tour bus, their temporary home. For once Dallon doesn’t know where Brendon is. Spencer shakes his head.
“Here is fine,” He says and Dallon swallows and sits down on the couch, Spencer sitting next to him. “Look,” Spencer starts, he looks serious but again not angry maybe even nervous. “I’ve noticed the way you’ve been looking at Brendon,” Spencer says and Dallon nods like an idiot.
“I have and I’m sorry but you should know I would never do anything Spence! “ Dallon rushes out, “I mean, I totally respect your relationship with him…not that Brendon would even want to be with me, I’m not saying that,” Dallon stammers and he wishes he could get himself to shut the fuck up but his mouth apparently runs faster than his brain.
Spencer laughs, actually laughs and he’s smiling and Dallon is pretty fucking confused right about now. He also notes that cryptically laughing Spencer is pretty terrifying. So Spencer is laughing and Dallon is confused.
“Relax, Weekes,” Spencer says after he’s finished laughing. “You’re not in trouble or anything.”
The other boy tilts his head. “Spence, I don’t understand.”
The serious almost nervous look returns to Spencer’s face. “It’s really kinda simple so I’m just going to say it alright?” Spencer says and Dallon nods dumbly. “The thing is that both Brendon and I have noticed your infatuation with Brendon,” Spencer tells him and Dallon feels a faint blush creep across his face. “And Brendon, see he’s pretty interested in this.”
Dallon’s jaw drops. “I…what?”
Spencer plays with his bangs. “He…we want you to fuck him,” Spencer tells Dallon. Dallon can’t possibly have heard that right. “There is a rule though,” Spencer adds. “It cannot be just you and him. It’s...you can fuck Brendon but only if I watch,” Spencer points out. The drummer has his head ducked down and he might be blushing but Dallon’s head is spinning too much for him to be sure.
Dallon is still trying to think of something to say, still tries to get his mouth to form words. Spencer looks back up and there’s a low heat in Spencer’s eyes, something there that’s enough to spark a want inside of Dallon.
“Of course, we understand if it’s like weird or something or you don’t want to do it,” Spencer adds.
“No!” Dallon half shouts before he even realizes he’s doing it. Spencer’s eyes widen slightly, a tiny smirk slipping onto his face.
“Great,” Spencer says simply before he stands up and goes outside, presumably to find Brendon and tell him about how Dallon had agreed.
It doesn’t come up again for awhile, Brendon and Spencer act the same around Dallon, though Brendon sometimes looks over at him with this knowing, teasing little smile and Dallon’s cock twitches to life. Finally there’s a day off, a hotel day and Spencer gives him a very knowing look that morning, one that makes Dallon shudder in anticipation.
The five of them, Spencer, Brendon, Ian, Zack, and Dallon all explore the city they’re stationed at for their day off, Dallon has no idea where they are, and he was never good at keeping track of the cities. They shop and eat and do all the other shit they do on their days off but Dallon is distracted.
He’s ready for tonight, to go back to the hotel and be with Spencer and Brendon. It’s hard for Dallon to take his eyes off of the duo, the way Brendon clings to Spencer, whispers things in his ear, even when he throws heated glances back at Dallon and the other boy blushes at the thought of being caught staring.
Hours later they all arrive at the hotel, Brendon and Spencer booked in one room while Ian and Dallon are sharing the other. Spencer takes his keycard and then he looks up at Dallon and Brendon joins in and Dallon’s breath catches tight in his throat.
Dallon follows Ian up to their shared room, dropping off their stuff and Ian lets Dallon have first shower. It takes an enormous amount of discipline for Dallon not to touch himself in the shower, he’s hard, and of course he is because his thoughts are filled with nothing but images of Brendon on his hands and knees, naked and panting, Spencer’s dark, dark eyes.
The boy shudders and reaches out to turn the faucets, make the water just a little colder to take off the edge on the heat that’s coursing through his body.
Spencer shows up while Ian’s showering. Dallon had been sitting on the bed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, he wasn’t sure that this counted as a situation where he should be dressed up. Dallon’s hair is still a little damp and he smiles at Spencer as he answers the door.
“Hey, you ready to go?” Spencer asks, he tilts his head towards the hallway. Dallon digs his fingers into the fabric of his jeans and nods.
“Do you um…should I bring anything?” Dallon asks as he jerks his thumb back towards his room. Spencer shakes his head, patented Smith smirk in place. Spencer reaches out and slides his finger through one of Dallon’s belt loops; he tugs the other boy forward.
“Just yourself,” Spencer whispers and for a minute he thinks Spencer might kiss him and he’s okay with that but at the last second Spencer pulls back and releases Dallon as the two of them head to the other room.
“Fuck…” Dallon breathes out as soon as he’s in the room. Spencer huffs out a little laugh.
“Yeah, Brendon kinda draws that reaction out of people,” Spencer says warmly, his voice dripping in affection. Dallon would laugh too if he could, but he can’t because his mind is completely overtaken by the sight before him.
Brendon is lying stretched out on the bed, completely naked. He’s fully hard already, his cock aching, leaking, straining. Brendon props himself up on his elbows, his dark eyes are huge and full of lust, his perfect plush mouth already red and bruised probably from kissing Spencer. The boy on the bed smiles, looks over at Spencer.
“Thank you,” Brendon says and Spencer smiles in return. Dallon shuffles a little awkwardly. “Dallon,” Brendon starts, and the boy lifts his gaze to meet Brendon’s. “Come here.” Brendon motions the other boy forward with his finger. Dallon glances over at Spencer before he moves towards the bed.
“Wait,” Spencer says and Dallon freezes mid step. Spencer slides up behind Dallon, strong arms wrapping around the boy’s torso. “You should probably be naked first,” Spencer adds as he tugs at Dallon’s shirt. The boy raises his arms and allows Spencer to get his shirt off. One of Spencer’s hands traces over the skin of Dallon’s stomach while the other drops lower, popping the button on Dallon’s jeans.
Spencer slides his hand down, helping the jeans ease down his hips, letting them drop down to pool at his ankles. So now Dallon is standing there in his boxers, already hard and tenting. Brendon’s watching intently, watching how Spencer’s hands move against Dallon’s skin.
Spencer moves and cups Dallon’s cock through the thin fabric of his boxers, rubbing lightly. Dallon tips his head back against Spencer’s shoulder and lets out a soft moan. Dallon hears Spencer let out a breathy laugh before his fingers slide down into the other boy’s boxers, past the waistband, stroking clever, rough fingers down Dallon’s achingly hard dick.
Dallon shivers against Spencer. “Spence,” Brendon says warningly, voice rough with need. Spencer doesn’t need to hear anymore before he’s tugging down Dallon’s boxers down and releasing him. Dallon steps out of them along with his jeans. Dallon hears the rip of a condom wrapper and then Spencer is touching him again, rolling the condom down and on to Dallon. Afterwards Spencer nudges him forward lightly with a hand on Dallon’s back.
“He’s all yours,” Spencer says softly and Dallon’s not quite sure which one of them he’s taking to. Dallon goes to the bed, kneels on it and Brendon pushes himself up so he’s sitting facing Dallon. Brendon’s legs are spread open and he’s smiling, Dallon’s heart kinda stops beating.
“Hi,” Brendon whispers softly before he leans forward and presses his glorious mouth to Dallon’s. It’s soft and chaste, Brendon brings his hand up to rest on the back of Dallon’s neck, keeping him close as if he believes that the other boy will back out now. Out of the corner of his eye Dallon can see Spencer moving, sitting down in a chair next to the bed, he watches them as Brendon deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping into Dallon’s mouth and the other boy imagines that he can taste Spencer on Brendon’s tongue. Dallon moans at the thought, Brendon muffling the sounds with his mouth.
Brendon wraps an arm around Dallon’s middle and tugs him forward and down as Brendon lowers himself back down onto his back. The brown haired boy shifts so he’s kneeling between Brendon’s spread thighs, his hands on either side of Brendon’s head and their mouths attached.
Dallon works to memorize the lazy slide of Brendon’s mouth against his own, of Brendon’s taste and smell. He wonders briefly if Spencer has it all memorized as well, if he knows all of Brendon by heart. Dallon knows that if he were in Spencer’s position, he would.
Brendon breaks their kiss, their mouths still pressed close together. Brendon stares up at Dallon, twining fingers through the boy’s hair. “I want you to fuck me, now,” Brendon whispers, each word hitting hot against Dallon’s skin.
“I…” The boy begins, his eyes searching Brendon’s. The ebony haired boy leans up and nips at Dallon’s jaw, sucking at the skin there, Dallon almost hopes it’s hard enough to leave a mark.
“You don’t even have to get him ready,” Spencer says his voice deep and rough.
“He already did,” Brendon leans up and whispers wetly right into Dallon’s ear. Dallon groans a little at that, at the thought of Spencer stretching Brendon open, working his fingers inside the older boy, getting him ready for Dallon to take.
“Fuck,” Dallon mutters and he presses a quick kiss to Brendon’s mouth, lets his tongue dart inside. Brendon makes a pleased noise in the back of his throat before Dallon pulls away. He doesn’t know if he should ask Brendon how he wants it to happen or if he should just do it this way, with Brendon on his back, pinned against the bed. He’s about to ask when suddenly Brendon hooks his leg around Dallon’s waist so the boy figures he’ll just go with it.
Dallon shifts, glances at Spencer briefly before he drops his gaze back to the long stretch of Brendon’s perfect pale body. Dallon gets his hands on Brendon’s soft hips, pulls him closer, spreads his legs a little wider and lines himself up.
Despite Spencer stretching him open, Brendon’s still so fucking tight when Dallon pushes in. The singer moans as Dallon fills him slowly, Dallon imagines he can hear Spencer’s breath catching.
“Fuck, Brendon,” Dallon leans down and licks a line down Brendon’s neck, across his jutting collarbones. It’s everything he’s allowed himself to think about these past weeks, fantasies that he’s jerked off to in the shower, Brendon moaning under him, panting out his name.
Brendon rolls his hips up desperately. “Dallon…please, please, move,” Brendon begs and Dallon pulls out slowly, watching as his cock leaves Brendon’s body, before he slams back in hard, sure that Brendon can take it. Brendon groans at each thrust from Dallon, his fingers digging into Dallon’s shoulders.
“Brendon,” Spencer says suddenly and Brendon’s eyes fly open and Dallon turns his head to look at the boy, freezing inside of Brendon. Spencer licks over his lips. “Can you get on your hands and knees?” He asks and Brendon smirks slightly and he nods against the pillow.
Dallon moves backwards, sliding out of Brendon as the other boy situates himself. He’s on his hands and knees now, his ass open and wet, ready for Dallon.
“Dallon, please,” Brendon begs again and Dallon swallows thickly before he slides back into place behind Brendon, his cock filling the other boy. In this position it’s easier for Dallon to see Spencer but it’s too hard to pay attention to him when he’s got Brendon clenching around him.
He sets up a rhythm, slow but deep hands clutching at Brendon’s hips as he fucks him, tilting Brendon’s body so Dallon can find that spot; the one that will have Brendon shaking apart. Brendon’s down on his elbows, fingers biting into the sheet under him and his face turned to the side, facing Spencer as he moans out loud.
“Harder, Dallon, can you go harder?” Brendon pants and fuck yes, Dallon can comply to that request. He holds on to Brendon harder, nails digging into soft flesh as he fucks Brendon relentlessly. There’s the soft slap of Dallon’s hips hitting against Brendon’s perfect rounded ass, the rich sounds of Brendon moaning, the subtle rustle of fabric as Spencer cups himself through his slacks.
“God, Brendon, do you even know what you look like right now?” Spencer asks, his voice husky. Brendon whimpers and Dallon can see that his hand has slipped down to stroke at his leaking cock. He would do it for Brendon, he would but he doesn’t know if he’s allowed, Brendon is not his after all.
“You look so fucking good like that, getting fucked,” Spencer continues. “Look how much you love it.”
Dallon grunts as he fucks Brendon impossibly deeper, buried completely inside the boy and Brendon is clutching at him, pressing back to get even more. Dallon’s cock must rub against Brendon’s prostate because Brendon jerks, cries out as his fingers curl into the sheet.
Spencer makes a soft noise and Dallon flickers his gaze up to see Spencer unzipping his fly, pulling his full thick cock out and stroking. Dallon gets a little lost for a moment in the way that Spencer’s skilled fingers curl around himself, he thumbs over the head of his own cock, spreading precome around and Dallon watches with interest until Brendon whines from under him.
Dallon snaps his hips, resumes fucking Brendon into the mattress. Brendon moans like he’s grateful, like all he wants is Dallon’s cock up his ass.
“God, Bren, so good,” Dallon grits out as he fucks harder, faster, pulling Brendon back on to his cock. Brendon pushes himself back up on to his hands, rocks back against Dallon, one of his hands reaching back to clutch at Dallon’s thigh. Brendon turns to look at Spencer.
“Spence, I want…” Brendon groans, he licks his lips and looks hopefully at Spencer. The younger boy arches an eyebrow.
“Yeah?” He asks and Brendon nods furiously. Spencer stands and undoes his belt, pops the button on his pants before he moves towards the bed, climbing on in front of Brendon. The older boy lets go of Dallon to tug down Spencer’s pants and boxers, getting them down to Spencer’s knees.
Spence reaches out and runs his fingers through Brendon’s hair.
“You can’t take it all Bren, we’ve got a show tomorrow,” Spencer tells him and Brendon huffs but he’s already wrapping a hand around the base of Spencer’s dick before he leans forward and licks over the leaking head. Spencer grunts and his fingers tighten in Brendon’s hair.
Dallon had slowed down his thrusts, once again lost in the beauty that is Brendon and Spencer together. But Brendon is pressing back against him again and Dallon thrusts in hard, pushing Brendon further on to Spencer’s dick. Spencer moans out a glorious noise as Brendon’s mouth sinks farther.
It’s amazing to watch Brendon like this, full and completely taken by them. He’s bobbing on Spencer’s cock, his one hand around the base and his other supporting him on the bed. He can’t touch himself and he’s leaking desperately, his hips rolling like he’s trying to garner some friction against the bed.
Dallon’s not sure if he should but he leans down and curls himself around Brendon, hips slamming against Brendon’s ass as he reaches down and gets a hand on Brendon. The boy mewls around Spencer’s cock which in turn has Spencer moaning and Dallon presses soft kisses down the line of Brendon’s spine as he fucks him hard.
Brendon is the one who comes first. He comes over Dallon’s fingers, moaning around Spencer’s cock. Dallon is barely hanging on himself and it’s the way Brendon dares to take all of Spencer in just once combined with the way Brendon is still clutching around Dallon’s cock that makes him come.
He freezes inside Brendon, little jerks of his hips as he rides out his orgasm. Spencer is the last one to come and he pulls out of Brendon’s mouth, taps the side of Brendon’s cheek just once and Brendon responds by opening his mouth immediately. Spencer jerks himself off in front of Brendon, he’s watching Brendon’s face carefully and he cries out Brendon’s name as he comes.
Spencer’s come splashes across Brendon’s cheek, his mouth, jaw, just a little in his hair. Spencer is panting and Brendon’s licking at his lips as Dallon pulls out, Brendon whimpering at the loss. Dallon doesn’t know what will happen now, if he should just leave or wait for Brendon and Spencer to do something.
Spencer tucks himself back into his boxers as he redresses, does up his belt. Dallon ties off the condom and tosses it in the trashcan near the bed. Brendon rolls on to his back cleaning Spencer’s come off with his fingers before he sucks them into his mouth.
“Dallon,” Brendon says, he motions for Dallon to come over to him and the boy does. Brendon leans up and kisses Dallon, his tongue sweeping through Dallon’s mouth and holy shit, Dallon tastes Spencer right now. He groans slightly at the thought.
“That was pretty amazing,” Brendon says against Dallon’s mouth. The other boy nods in agreement. “Next time you gotta fuck Spencer, or I could blow you?” Brendon suggests and Dallon’s mouth goes dry.
“Next time?” Dallon asks and Brendon nods.
“Well yeah, if you want to, I mean, we’re on tour right now so why not take advantage of it?” Brendon asks, he smiles up at Spencer whose still kneeling on the bed. “Right Spence?” He asks. Spencer smiles and nods in agreement.
“Yeah, road rules are totally different things than what happens off tour, Weekes,” Spencer tells him.
“Oh,” Dallon says he’s getting offered no strings attached sex with Brendon and Spencer but only for as long as the tour lasts. It’s not ideal; not exactly what he wants the most. But it’s something; it’s enough to get by. Dallon would be an idiot to turn it down. So he doesn’t, he just smiles and commits everything that happened today to memory, is already anticipating the next time they can do this.
“Yeah,” Dallon starts, “I’m in.