bandombigbang Along the Way (Brendon/Spencer) NC 17 Part 4
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As they walk along the street to the El train stop, Spencer notices that Brendon's hobbling a little bit, and so he stops and turns his back to him. “Here. Hop on!”
Brendon laughs and swats at Spencer's shoulder, “Wait. Are you drunk? I would like to arrive home and uninjured so we can have sex, okay?”
Spencer coughs out a breath at Brendon's words and then says, “No dumb ass, I'm kinda tipsy maybe, but if you don't get off your feet soon you're gonna do like, permanent damage to your ankle or some shit.” He crouches a little and waggles his ass at Brendon.
“Okay, okay!” Brendon hops up onto Spencer's back and he's heavier than he looks. Spencer makes a little oof! sound, adjusting his stance before they head off to the El stop. “I love piggy backs!” Brendon laughs enthusiastically as Spencer squeezes his hands behind the bend of Brendon's knees, sliding against the slick material of his boots.
“Don't get any ideas. One time offer, Princess.” They get to the station and Spencer stands up, letting Brendon slide to his feet. “And I don't do stairs.”
Pouting, Brendon grabs Spencer's hand and they haul each other up to the train platform. “You ditched Ryan and Jon again.”
“Yeah, well they're big boys. And probably getting high right now so they won't even notice.” But Spencer takes out his phone and sends off a quick text anyway.
The train comes, and without saying anything once they board, Brendon crawls into Spencer's lap and rests his head on his shoulder. They don't talk at all and there's a weird tension between them that could be anticipation or nerves. Spencer doesn't remember feeling this with Haley. And before that, the first time he ever had sex was at a party in high school where, after deciding he needed to lose his virginity, he'd gotten drunk enough to go up to Ryan's bedroom with a girl that sat behind him in homeroom and was clearly interested. He didn't really remember many of the details, never mind how he was feeling beforehand.
Hooking his chin over Brendon's shoulder, Spencer asks with quiet concern in his voice, “You okay?” Brendon doesn't answer, just swallows and tries to smile before nodding.
“Don't be nervous, we're gonna have fun, okay?” Spencer squeezes Brendon closer, wrapping his arms securely around his waist.
Tracing his thumbnail across Spencer's knuckles Brendon nods again, but the corners of his mouth tilt up in a smile. “Yeah, fun. I just...I guess in my head I've made it into this big deal and I...want to be good, you know?”
“Hey, aren't you the guy who told me you're good at everything?” Spencer smiles and traces his lips along Brendon's cheek, “Look Bee, I know it'll be good. I love you and we'll just go slow and...”
“Wait!” Brendon stretches awkwardly around to look at Spencer, “You love me?” The look in his eyes is so full of hope and wonder and something else so totally inscrutable it makes Spencer tense protectively.
“Of course I do.” Spencer pecks a kiss to Brendon's mouth for emphasis.
“No one's ever said that to me before,” Brendon husks as he deepens the kiss.
Spencer leans back into the train seat and studies Brendon, “What, like aside from your parents or whatever?” he blushes. This really wasn't the way that Spencer had planned to tell Brendon he loves him.
Brendon scrunches up his nose and shakes his head. “Nope. I mean I'm sure they did...do..whatever. But like, I guess I was just supposed to know it or something.” He shrugs self consciously. “Could we not talk about my parents right now?”
“Jesus!” Spencer hugs him tight. “Well, fuck that shit. I love you, so there.”
Reluctant to break the embrace, Brendon burrows his face into Spencer's neck and says, “You love me and we're going to have awesome sex because we're awesome.”
“Yeah,” Spencer chuckles and doesn't bother to see if anyone else on the train is listening to their conversation. He doesn't care. All he cares about is Brendon. “We're awesome.”
* * *
By unspoken agreement they get off at the stop by Brendon's apartment-it's closest to the party and less of a walk once they leave the station. Laughing and touching and stopping every few steps to kiss, it takes longer than it should to go the half a dozen feet from the CTA exit to Brendon's front door.
They finally manage to tumble up the stairs, and as the door slams behind them, Brendon shoves Spencer against the wall, fingers fumbling with the ties of his costume. He roughly rucks down one sleeve until the neck of the t-shirt Spencer's wearing beneath is pulled uncomfortably tight. Spencer draws his mouth away from Brendon's eager kisses and says, “Hey, hey. Relax. We have lots of time, okay?” His voice is soft and fond as he strokes Brendon's arms.
“Sorry,” Brendon pants, leaning his head against the wall beside Spencer's face. Taking a deep breath, he steps back and awkwardly tries to do something with his hands that doesn't involve touching Spencer.
“Don't be sorry.” Spencer cups Brendon's jaw, kissing him into calm. Taking Brendon's hand he gives it a squeeze as he leads them across the short distance from the doorway to the bed. Spencer sits down and with slow purpose, shrugging out of the prisoner's jumpsuit until it's around his waist. He bends over and undoes his shoes, slipping them off, and then shimmies his costume the rest of the way off to pool on the floor. Now in his underwear and t-shirt, he shifts on the bed, leaning back against the wall with his long legs stretched out in front of him.
Brendon has tucked his legs up underneath him and is staring at Spencer from beneath lowered lashes. “I guess I should go take this stuff off, huh?” He plucks at the jacket of his costume.
“You don't have to if you don't want to,” Spencer blurts out. “I mean, like, yeah, you probably want to take off your...” he waves at Brendon's skirt, “Your underwear thing, but like...you can leave the rest on. If you want.” His cheeks flush red and he smooths his t-shirt over his belly.
Brendon's bright laughter fills the small room and he leans up on his knees to kiss Spencer. “Spencer Smith, I am learning so much about you. So much.” He raises an eyebrow, still smiling. “I'm just gonna do this in the bathroom, because wow, it is so not sexy to watch me get out of this thing.” He affects a pained expression and shifts his hips uncomfortably. “I'll be right back, don't go anywhere!” Brendon kisses his fingers and then traces them over Spencer's mouth as he gets up from the bed and heads to the bathroom.
Spencer crosses and uncrosses his legs and his ankles and his arms. He runs both hands through his hair until he's sure it's a mess, and he laughs when he hears Brendon muttering and cursing as things fall off the sink top. “You okay in there?”
“Yeah, yeah, gimme a minute,” Brendon yells back, sounding a little out of breath.
Spencer's smirking laughter dies when Brendon emerges back into the studio apartment's main room--he's taken off the wig and jacket of his cop costume, but kept on the boots, skirt, and make up. He's standing in the middle of the room, arms awkwardly at his sides, flitting glances from Spencer and down to his hands. “C'mere,” Spencer's voice is rough and low as he stretches out an arm, waiting for Brendon.
Brendon sidles slowly up to the edge of the bed until his knees dent the mattress. With precise care, he raises his hands to wind his fingers through the thickness of Spencer's hair. Blue eyes wide, Spencer smiles and sets his broad hands on Brendon's waist, pulling him close and down onto the bed. “You like going slow, huh?” Brendon scratches his fingers through Spencer's beard and smiles into his eyes.
“Usually, yeah.” Spencer playfully bites at Brendon's fingertips, making him laugh. “So, um..I was wondering?” He drags his index finger across Brendon's sternum, making him shiver as he trails downward, fingernail circling the tight nub of his nipple. “Uh...how's your dick doing?”
Brendon hiccups out a laugh. “Um, my dick is just fine, thanks.” He lifts his hips away from where he's pressed to Spencer's side. The outline of his erection is clearly visible against the navy blue material of his skirt. “Happy to be free!” Brendon chuckles obnoxiously.
“Ah, well, that's good. But kinda too bad too,” Spencer watches his hand as he spreads his fingers and drags it across Brendon's chest and lower across his belly, resting at the waistband of his skirt. “I thought I could maybe, you know, kiss it better.”
Spencer is staring intently at the path his fingers are tracing and Brendon laughs, stroking a palm across Spencer's embarrassment reddened cheek. “You really want to?” Brendon suppresses his laughter and his voice has dropped, his eyes darkened with heat.
“Yeah,” Spencer licks his lips. He leans up on one hand to kiss Brendon, while he tries with the other to flick open the skirt's fastener. “I've been thinking about it a lot. Like really, really a lot.” He grimaces and adjust himself where his cock is hard against the seam of his boxer briefs.
“Here, here,” Brendon is panting with urgency once more. He bats Spencer's fumbling fingers away and takes the skirt's hem in his hands, tugging until it's up around his waist. He swallows and closes his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall.
Spencer blinks repeatedly, not sure what he's seeing is real. Brendon's cock is flushed a dark red and bobbing slightly, a few inches from Spencer's face. He licks his lips and says, “Holy shit, Bren.” Brendon is not particularly hairy on a normal day, and Spencer knows that he likes to shave his legs and pits, and complains bitterly that he can't afford laser hair removal. But, in all the times they've fooled around, it never occurred to Spencer that Brendon would sometimes shave everywhere.
“Is it weird? Are you grossed out? I mean, I just really don't dig body hair, you know?” Brendon is fidgeting and babbling, unsure how Spencer will react to his complete lack of pubic hair. “It's a lot of fucking work but sometimes I feel like...”
“Fuck no. No!” Spencer whispers in awe. He lowers his mouth to lick a stripe across the bend of Brendon's thigh. He traces his tongue across Brendon's pubic bone and groans at the unexpected pleasure of nothing but smooth skin against his taste buds.
“Body hair for me, I mean. Yours isn't gross. It's awesome. Amazing.” Brendon's fingers flit along Spencer's beard covered cheek to twist in the hair at his crown.
Spencer doesn't reply, just groans and licks low around the base of Brendon's cock. He can't get enough of Brendon's taste. He's jerked off countless times to the remembrances of Brendon's soft, smooth skin beneath his fingers and tongue, but never like this. He buries his face in the crease of Brendon's hip, inhaling deeply, trying to take in the overwhelming sent of Brendon, everywhere.
He sucks kisses across Brendon's groin and takes a deep breath before gripping the base of Brendon's cock in his hand and flicking out his tongue to taste at his slit. He manages a shaking exhale through his nose, and he can feel and hear the tiny noises of pleasure Brendon's making at the intimate touches. Spencer closes his eyes and starts to move his hand, and, eventually, takes the head of Brendon's cock between his lips.
Spencer's wondered for a long time what it would feel like to go down on a guy. He'd even dreamed about doing this, with Brendon. But nothing could have prepared him for the overwhelming assault on his senses reality brings . His mouth is full of Brendon, his nose is full of his scent, and the hand that isn't slowly jacking Brendon off is stroking reassurance over the jut of his hip bone, hungry for the feel of his skin.
Wanting more, Spencer curls his tongue along the veined underside of Brendon's erection, leaving a spit slick trail as his goes lower, taking more of Brendon in until his lips brush his fingers. With a wet slurping noise, Spencer slides the tight 'O' of his mouth back up to the head, teasing at the slit with his tongue, and lapping delicately at the drops of precome beading there. His breathing is harsh through his nose, and he can't help the hungry whines that escape in a hum around Brendon's cock. Without conscious thought, Spencer's hips start to stutter across Brendon's boot covered thigh, desperate for some relief from the throbbing in his own hard cock.
Brendon whines, and his hands go from Spencer's hair to his shoulders, to the bed and back again; a loop of dazed arousal. Spencer uses the noises Brendon's making, and their volume and intensity as a guide for what he's should be doing. He turns his face, rubbing his cheek across Brendon's hip until he can suck the fragile skin of one of Brendon's perfectly smooth balls into his mouth, all the while still moving his hand up and down Brendon's shaft in a steady, determined rhythm. He can feel the fine tremors shaking Brendon's thigh muscles. The nasal high pitched noises Brendon is making as he sways his hips into Spencer's touch are all Spencer needs to tell him to pull off. There's an obscene popping noise and he wipes at his mouth, grinning as Brendon looks down at him in confusion.
“What did you do that for?” Brendon asks petulantly. “Why'd you stop?”
Brushing a messy kiss just below Brendon's belly button and soothing his hands over the tight muscles of Brendon's calves, still trapped inside the stiff material of his boots, Spencer says, “That's the noise you make when you're going to come.”
“Yeah? So? Aren't orgasms kind of the point?” It's difficult for Brendon to look indignant when he's sprawled almost naked across the bed, flushed a pretty pink and glistening as sweat trails from his hair line and down his chest, the tight tops of his boots digging red marks into his thighs.
Spencer kisses the flair of Brendon's hip, using his teeth to bite a faint red mark in the wake of his lips. “Well, actually, I thought the point was for you to fuck me.” He manages to say conversationally. “And while I'd be happy to spend the whole night sucking your cock,” he tilts his head to lick playfully at Brendon's erection, “I would kind of like it if,” he swallows and his bravado falters as he manages to say all in a rush, “If maybe you came when you were, you know, inside me.”
Brendon blinks and stills. “Oh. Oh, yes! That!” He wraps his hand around Spencer's upper arm, and guides him up the bed. “That's what I want too,” he says and then kisses Spencer, tongue licking at the precome and saliva smeared across Spencer's lips and glistening in his beard.
They kiss for long, drawn out minutes, eventually breaking apart enough to draw breath but still touching-warm hands across warmer skin. Brendon bites his lip and, leaning close to Spencer, confesses, “I'm afraid I'll hurt you.”
Spencer tilts his head to look Brendon in the eye, concerned about the genuine fear he sees in Brendon's expression. “I'm a big boy,” he starts to joke, but then seeing that's not what Brendon needs right now he quickly adds, “Look, you won't hurt me, I know it.” He lays a gentle finger to Brendon's lips as he starts to protest. “And, if I want to stop, I'll tell you. Same goes for you, okay?” He squeezes Brendon's hand in his. “I trust you.”
Brendon nods and exhales loudly. “Yeah. Okay.”
Spencer untangles his fingers from Brendon's grasp and pets reassurance over his arms and shoulders, threading his fingers through the fine hairs at the nape of his neck. “Bren, when you, you know, jerk off or what ever, do you...do you ever use, um...do you ever use your fingers?”
“Um...you mean to,” Brendon raises his hand and makes an obscene, scooping gesture with his index and middle fingers. “No,” he shakes his head emphatically. “Have you?”
Scratching at his nose and chuckling awkwardly, Spencer says, “Well yeah. So, Haley, she got this strap on thing as a joke at one of those sex toy parties girls go to? And it was all funny and hilarious and then holy shit! I guess I'd been thinking about things for a while, and after that happened I just tried...different stuff...”
“You mean you use...more than your fingers?” Brendon blinks in surprise, it's not something he's ever thought about.
“Yeah,” Spencer's laugh is tight and embarrassed. “Just so, what I'm saying is...I don't think you'll hurt me. Okay? I like it. It feels...good.”
Brendon nods, bringing his lips to Spencer and kissing him hungrily. His fingers trail to the hem of Spencer's t-shirt and begin slowly inching it upward. Spencer does his best to haul the shirt over his head without breaking the kiss, making them both laugh. He steadies himself with a palm flat on Brendon's thigh. Playing with the top of Brendon's boot he says, “So, I know you have condoms. You got anything else?” as he pulls out the condom Brendon had hidden there earlier.
“Shit yes!” Brendon says panting and enthusiastic. He leans over Spencer, stretching to reach his make up table. He opens a drawer and takes out a pump handled bottle of lube. “Wet and wild!” he snorts obnoxiously shaking the container at Spencer.
Spencer laughs obligingly, rolling his eyes. “Man, you are so lame.” But his expression is fond and he can't help but reach out and run his hand up the shiny slick material of Brendon's tall boots, over his hip and cupping his ass.
“Yup! Good thing I'm cute, huh?” Brendon laughs again and sits at Spencer's knee. He holds out his hand for the condom, tossing the lube onto the bed beside him and says, with a strange sort of pride, “I've been practicing my moves, Spencer Smith, just for you.” He goes up on his knees, shimmying his skirt down and off from where it's crumpled at his waist. Spencer bites back a groan at how pornographic Brendon looks, clad in nothing but boots that reach his thighs and the dark kohl of his mascara and liner smudged around his eyes. He closes his eyes when Brendon settles back onto the bed and carefully opens the package with his teeth with slow, practiced movements.
“You have moves, huh?” Spencer wriggles around on the bed until he's lying with his head on the pillow instead of across the bed with his head all scrunched up against the wall. He watches closely as Brendon's expression settles into serious concentration. Spencer groans and palms at his erection, still trapped in his boxer briefs. Licking his lips he flicks down the waistband and manages to wriggle them down his legs just as Brendon slides on the condom, and with his free hand reaches out to tug Spencer's underwear down and off, flinging it to the floor, making them both laugh and letting Spencer breathe again.
The laughter dies as suddenly as it had erupted, and Spencer feels his pale skin pinking under the intensity of Brendon's stare. He's naked and the room is bright, and Brendon is fucking staring at him. The knot of anticipation tightens low in his belly, and it seems like time has slowed down or maybe stopped all together, and all they're doing is staring at each other. “Shouldn't you roll over?” Brendon's voice is rough and low when he finally speaks.
“Nah, I wanna see you,” Spencer crosses his arms behind his head and licks his lips.
Brendon doesn't say anything to that, just gives a short nod, then bows his head to focus on coating his right hand with a pump of the lube. “Okay, ready?” He kisses the inside of Spencer's knee and without further warning pushes his index finger into Spencer.
Spencer yelps at the sudden intrusion, tightening around Brendon's finger. Brendon freezes and says “Sorry, sorry,” and then just as quickly withdraws his finger, petting Spencer's calf as he whines.
“Shit. Fuck. Jesus.” Spencer glowers down his body. “Brendon, don't stop.”
Brendon mutters apologies again, but this time he takes a blob of lube and smears it across the tight ring of muscle before easing his finger back in. He curls up around Spencer's wide spread legs and nuzzles at Spencer's hip. Spencer exhales long and slow and he can feel the tension slipping from him as Brendon starts a slow careful rhythm. “You can add another one. Please.” Spencer manages to say around a long groan of pleasure.
“Spence, shit. You're so fucking pretty. So pretty,” Brendon mumbles, circling Spencer's hole with his middle finger before slipping it inside to rest along his index finger. He's brushing tiny presses of lip, barely a kiss at all, to Spencer's hip and belly and holding on to Spencer's thigh for dear life. His hard cock is trapped between his stomach and Spencer's calf, and Spencer can feel the dribble of his precome spreading with the back and forth motion of Brendon's forearm and fingers.
“Shit, shit.” Spencer is muttering nonsense and curses as Brendon's long fingers scissor inside him, brushing his prostate and making his vision white out around the edges with the intensity of the pleasure. He flails out an arm, fingers slipping along the sweat slicked top of Brendon's boot and thigh. “Bren, you need to...now. I need...” With his other hand Spencer has a fierce grip on the pillow beneath his head and he's rocking his hips up to meet Brendon's every stroke.
Much more careful this time, Brendon eases first one finger and then the other out of Spencer. Making a face, he wipes his hand across the quilt and then crawls up the bed, kissing Spencer hard and fast until they're both dizzy. “That was so...you're so...” Brendon brushes sweat dampened hair out of Spencer's eyes and nuzzles at his cheek, flushed skin scraping against Spencer's beard.
“Brendon, please!” Spencer whines, trying to steady his breathing.
“Okay, okay!” Brendon kisses Spencer once more before crawling back down the bed. and Spencer manages to open his eyes just in time to get an amazing view of Brendon's ass as he makes his way to the foot of the bed, the pointed toe of his boots digging into the mattress. Spencer closes his eyes and drops his head back down onto the pillow in an effort to prevent coming right then and there.
Spencer is silently willing himself to relax. He loosens his grip on the pillow, letting his arms fall to his sides. He can feel Brendon's thumbs tracing the shapes of his ankle bones. He waits. And waits. And opens his eyes. Brendon is on his knees, folded cleverly into the space of Spencer's spread legs. He's got the bottle of lube in his hands and is biting his lip, head bowed so Spencer can't read his expression. “Bren?”
“What if I do it wrong?” He says quietly without lifting his head, bouncing the bottle of lube off his pleather covered thigh.
Exhaling a harsh breath, it takes all the patience Spencer has to keep his annoyance from his voice. He's almost out of his mind horny, naked in Brendon's bed, rock hard with his legs spread, begging Brendon to fuck him. “What?” he asks dumbly. Frankly he's amazed he can form any words at all.
“You're all like, experienced and shit.” Brendon looks up at him, scowling. “I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. What if I do it wrong?”
“Jesus, Brendon,” Leaning up to look at Brendon, Spencer frowns, more at his own perturbed tone than Brendon's pre-fuck freak out. “Whatever else I've done, I've never done this before. With anyone, okay? But I'm pretty sure natural instincts count for a lot in this department. How the fuck can you 'do it wrong'? Your dick. My ass. Lots of lube. And go!” Spencer flops back down onto the mattress and purposely opens his legs further, tilting his hips up in wanton invitation, fully on display.
He smiles at Brendon's indignant huff, and closes his eyes when he sees Brendon pick up the lube and fill his palm. At least he now has the good sense to rub it across his fingers until it takes on some of his body heat before circling Spencer's asshole with a generous amount. Spencer opens his eyes again, has to look when he hears Brendon slicking himself up, and he groans as he watches Brendon's hand circling his cock, coating it with the slick lube. It would be hilarious, the condom's a bright pink and Brendon looks so serious, so intent, but Spencer's okay with finding the whole thing stupidly hot.
Brendon makes a few furtive strokes between Spencer's ass cheeks, the head of his cock glancing off Spencer's balls and making him groan. Using hands at the backs of Spencer's knees to guide him, he slips Spencer's legs high under his ribs and slowly slips inside him. “Shit, Spencer!”
Spencer groans at the feeling, and eagerly arches up, wanting more, wanting to feel Brendon's cock fill him, he locks his ankles low against Brendon's back. “S'good, Bee. Keep going. So good.” He's babbling encouragement, his eyes shut so tightly pinwheels and fireworks dance behind his eyelids.
Amazed by the tight resistance, even after having worked Spencer open with his fingers and a ridiculous amount of lube, Brendon stops to breathe. As he exhales he snaps his hips forward, the smooth surface of his boots squeaking against Spencer's reddening skin, and then his cock slips deeper into Spencer, and Brendon relaxes into a slow steady rhythm; rocking into Spencer then pulling back until he's almost all the way out again. He's gripping Spencer's knees and curling his boot covered toes into the mattress to keep steady despite the twist and bend of his every movement.
Reveling in the feeling of being stretched and filled, Spencer's eager, greedy moans are loud in the room and he opens his eyes to watch Brendon fuck him. He makes a high noise that escapes through his nose when he sees Brendon's expression, his features still and determined. He's focused on Spencer, lost in the moment and it's so hot that Spencer grunts, bucking his hips and coming all over his chest and most of Brendon's boots.
Brendon's eyes snap open at the slip-sticky feeling of Spencer's come splashing against his forearm and he stares in open-mouthed awe. “Spencer,” he rasps. He loses the carefully focused rhythm and begins to snap his hips with urgency, all the while cursing under his breath until without warning, he comes with a shocked gasp. Shaking, Brendon manages to ease himself down onto Spencer, the echo of his orgasm pounding in his skull. He sobs for breath against Spencer's chest as Spencer runs his palm down Brendon's spine. Making a face, Brendon pulls away just enough to shuck the condom, carefully pinching it and tying it off before dropping it over the side of the bed.
“Holy shit Brendon, you did so fucking good!” Spencer turns his head in a lazy bid to kiss Brendon's cheek.
Brendon groans his agreement into the pillow and says, awe still evident in his voice, “You must really fucking like that. You got come everywhere."
They both manage weak giggles as Spencer pulls the quilt up around them.
* * *
After, when they're cuddled close and Brendon's even gone and got a wash cloth to clean them both up instead of just falling asleep sticky and uncomfortable, turning out the lights on his way back to the bed, Brendon whispers, “Next time we're totally doing this at your place. Your bed has way more room.”
“Oh yeah? Next time, huh?” Spencer's voice comes out thick and sounding like someone else, strange to his own ears. “I don't think we're gonna get up from here and go to my place any time soon. And I was thinking gimme, like, twenty minutes and I could go again.”
Brendon blinks and stalls his careful petting across Spencer's chest. “Really?”
“Really.”
“Okay, so next next time.” They both laugh likes it's the most hilarious thing that anyone's ever said, and the laughter slowly fizzes out, like soda pop bubbles, until they're sleepy and still.
“I love you,” Brendon says quietly, more to hear himself say it out loud than anything else, beaming wide in the darkness. He hugs Spencer tight, brushing a kiss just above his heart, ready for whatever comes next.
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As they walk along the street to the El train stop, Spencer notices that Brendon's hobbling a little bit, and so he stops and turns his back to him. “Here. Hop on!”
Brendon laughs and swats at Spencer's shoulder, “Wait. Are you drunk? I would like to arrive home and uninjured so we can have sex, okay?”
Spencer coughs out a breath at Brendon's words and then says, “No dumb ass, I'm kinda tipsy maybe, but if you don't get off your feet soon you're gonna do like, permanent damage to your ankle or some shit.” He crouches a little and waggles his ass at Brendon.
“Okay, okay!” Brendon hops up onto Spencer's back and he's heavier than he looks. Spencer makes a little oof! sound, adjusting his stance before they head off to the El stop. “I love piggy backs!” Brendon laughs enthusiastically as Spencer squeezes his hands behind the bend of Brendon's knees, sliding against the slick material of his boots.
“Don't get any ideas. One time offer, Princess.” They get to the station and Spencer stands up, letting Brendon slide to his feet. “And I don't do stairs.”
Pouting, Brendon grabs Spencer's hand and they haul each other up to the train platform. “You ditched Ryan and Jon again.”
“Yeah, well they're big boys. And probably getting high right now so they won't even notice.” But Spencer takes out his phone and sends off a quick text anyway.
The train comes, and without saying anything once they board, Brendon crawls into Spencer's lap and rests his head on his shoulder. They don't talk at all and there's a weird tension between them that could be anticipation or nerves. Spencer doesn't remember feeling this with Haley. And before that, the first time he ever had sex was at a party in high school where, after deciding he needed to lose his virginity, he'd gotten drunk enough to go up to Ryan's bedroom with a girl that sat behind him in homeroom and was clearly interested. He didn't really remember many of the details, never mind how he was feeling beforehand.
Hooking his chin over Brendon's shoulder, Spencer asks with quiet concern in his voice, “You okay?” Brendon doesn't answer, just swallows and tries to smile before nodding.
“Don't be nervous, we're gonna have fun, okay?” Spencer squeezes Brendon closer, wrapping his arms securely around his waist.
Tracing his thumbnail across Spencer's knuckles Brendon nods again, but the corners of his mouth tilt up in a smile. “Yeah, fun. I just...I guess in my head I've made it into this big deal and I...want to be good, you know?”
“Hey, aren't you the guy who told me you're good at everything?” Spencer smiles and traces his lips along Brendon's cheek, “Look Bee, I know it'll be good. I love you and we'll just go slow and...”
“Wait!” Brendon stretches awkwardly around to look at Spencer, “You love me?” The look in his eyes is so full of hope and wonder and something else so totally inscrutable it makes Spencer tense protectively.
“Of course I do.” Spencer pecks a kiss to Brendon's mouth for emphasis.
“No one's ever said that to me before,” Brendon husks as he deepens the kiss.
Spencer leans back into the train seat and studies Brendon, “What, like aside from your parents or whatever?” he blushes. This really wasn't the way that Spencer had planned to tell Brendon he loves him.
Brendon scrunches up his nose and shakes his head. “Nope. I mean I'm sure they did...do..whatever. But like, I guess I was just supposed to know it or something.” He shrugs self consciously. “Could we not talk about my parents right now?”
“Jesus!” Spencer hugs him tight. “Well, fuck that shit. I love you, so there.”
Reluctant to break the embrace, Brendon burrows his face into Spencer's neck and says, “You love me and we're going to have awesome sex because we're awesome.”
“Yeah,” Spencer chuckles and doesn't bother to see if anyone else on the train is listening to their conversation. He doesn't care. All he cares about is Brendon. “We're awesome.”
* * *
By unspoken agreement they get off at the stop by Brendon's apartment-it's closest to the party and less of a walk once they leave the station. Laughing and touching and stopping every few steps to kiss, it takes longer than it should to go the half a dozen feet from the CTA exit to Brendon's front door.
They finally manage to tumble up the stairs, and as the door slams behind them, Brendon shoves Spencer against the wall, fingers fumbling with the ties of his costume. He roughly rucks down one sleeve until the neck of the t-shirt Spencer's wearing beneath is pulled uncomfortably tight. Spencer draws his mouth away from Brendon's eager kisses and says, “Hey, hey. Relax. We have lots of time, okay?” His voice is soft and fond as he strokes Brendon's arms.
“Sorry,” Brendon pants, leaning his head against the wall beside Spencer's face. Taking a deep breath, he steps back and awkwardly tries to do something with his hands that doesn't involve touching Spencer.
“Don't be sorry.” Spencer cups Brendon's jaw, kissing him into calm. Taking Brendon's hand he gives it a squeeze as he leads them across the short distance from the doorway to the bed. Spencer sits down and with slow purpose, shrugging out of the prisoner's jumpsuit until it's around his waist. He bends over and undoes his shoes, slipping them off, and then shimmies his costume the rest of the way off to pool on the floor. Now in his underwear and t-shirt, he shifts on the bed, leaning back against the wall with his long legs stretched out in front of him.
Brendon has tucked his legs up underneath him and is staring at Spencer from beneath lowered lashes. “I guess I should go take this stuff off, huh?” He plucks at the jacket of his costume.
“You don't have to if you don't want to,” Spencer blurts out. “I mean, like, yeah, you probably want to take off your...” he waves at Brendon's skirt, “Your underwear thing, but like...you can leave the rest on. If you want.” His cheeks flush red and he smooths his t-shirt over his belly.
Brendon's bright laughter fills the small room and he leans up on his knees to kiss Spencer. “Spencer Smith, I am learning so much about you. So much.” He raises an eyebrow, still smiling. “I'm just gonna do this in the bathroom, because wow, it is so not sexy to watch me get out of this thing.” He affects a pained expression and shifts his hips uncomfortably. “I'll be right back, don't go anywhere!” Brendon kisses his fingers and then traces them over Spencer's mouth as he gets up from the bed and heads to the bathroom.
Spencer crosses and uncrosses his legs and his ankles and his arms. He runs both hands through his hair until he's sure it's a mess, and he laughs when he hears Brendon muttering and cursing as things fall off the sink top. “You okay in there?”
“Yeah, yeah, gimme a minute,” Brendon yells back, sounding a little out of breath.
Spencer's smirking laughter dies when Brendon emerges back into the studio apartment's main room--he's taken off the wig and jacket of his cop costume, but kept on the boots, skirt, and make up. He's standing in the middle of the room, arms awkwardly at his sides, flitting glances from Spencer and down to his hands. “C'mere,” Spencer's voice is rough and low as he stretches out an arm, waiting for Brendon.
Brendon sidles slowly up to the edge of the bed until his knees dent the mattress. With precise care, he raises his hands to wind his fingers through the thickness of Spencer's hair. Blue eyes wide, Spencer smiles and sets his broad hands on Brendon's waist, pulling him close and down onto the bed. “You like going slow, huh?” Brendon scratches his fingers through Spencer's beard and smiles into his eyes.
“Usually, yeah.” Spencer playfully bites at Brendon's fingertips, making him laugh. “So, um..I was wondering?” He drags his index finger across Brendon's sternum, making him shiver as he trails downward, fingernail circling the tight nub of his nipple. “Uh...how's your dick doing?”
Brendon hiccups out a laugh. “Um, my dick is just fine, thanks.” He lifts his hips away from where he's pressed to Spencer's side. The outline of his erection is clearly visible against the navy blue material of his skirt. “Happy to be free!” Brendon chuckles obnoxiously.
“Ah, well, that's good. But kinda too bad too,” Spencer watches his hand as he spreads his fingers and drags it across Brendon's chest and lower across his belly, resting at the waistband of his skirt. “I thought I could maybe, you know, kiss it better.”
Spencer is staring intently at the path his fingers are tracing and Brendon laughs, stroking a palm across Spencer's embarrassment reddened cheek. “You really want to?” Brendon suppresses his laughter and his voice has dropped, his eyes darkened with heat.
“Yeah,” Spencer licks his lips. He leans up on one hand to kiss Brendon, while he tries with the other to flick open the skirt's fastener. “I've been thinking about it a lot. Like really, really a lot.” He grimaces and adjust himself where his cock is hard against the seam of his boxer briefs.
“Here, here,” Brendon is panting with urgency once more. He bats Spencer's fumbling fingers away and takes the skirt's hem in his hands, tugging until it's up around his waist. He swallows and closes his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall.
Spencer blinks repeatedly, not sure what he's seeing is real. Brendon's cock is flushed a dark red and bobbing slightly, a few inches from Spencer's face. He licks his lips and says, “Holy shit, Bren.” Brendon is not particularly hairy on a normal day, and Spencer knows that he likes to shave his legs and pits, and complains bitterly that he can't afford laser hair removal. But, in all the times they've fooled around, it never occurred to Spencer that Brendon would sometimes shave everywhere.
“Is it weird? Are you grossed out? I mean, I just really don't dig body hair, you know?” Brendon is fidgeting and babbling, unsure how Spencer will react to his complete lack of pubic hair. “It's a lot of fucking work but sometimes I feel like...”
“Fuck no. No!” Spencer whispers in awe. He lowers his mouth to lick a stripe across the bend of Brendon's thigh. He traces his tongue across Brendon's pubic bone and groans at the unexpected pleasure of nothing but smooth skin against his taste buds.
“Body hair for me, I mean. Yours isn't gross. It's awesome. Amazing.” Brendon's fingers flit along Spencer's beard covered cheek to twist in the hair at his crown.
Spencer doesn't reply, just groans and licks low around the base of Brendon's cock. He can't get enough of Brendon's taste. He's jerked off countless times to the remembrances of Brendon's soft, smooth skin beneath his fingers and tongue, but never like this. He buries his face in the crease of Brendon's hip, inhaling deeply, trying to take in the overwhelming sent of Brendon, everywhere.
He sucks kisses across Brendon's groin and takes a deep breath before gripping the base of Brendon's cock in his hand and flicking out his tongue to taste at his slit. He manages a shaking exhale through his nose, and he can feel and hear the tiny noises of pleasure Brendon's making at the intimate touches. Spencer closes his eyes and starts to move his hand, and, eventually, takes the head of Brendon's cock between his lips.
Spencer's wondered for a long time what it would feel like to go down on a guy. He'd even dreamed about doing this, with Brendon. But nothing could have prepared him for the overwhelming assault on his senses reality brings . His mouth is full of Brendon, his nose is full of his scent, and the hand that isn't slowly jacking Brendon off is stroking reassurance over the jut of his hip bone, hungry for the feel of his skin.
Wanting more, Spencer curls his tongue along the veined underside of Brendon's erection, leaving a spit slick trail as his goes lower, taking more of Brendon in until his lips brush his fingers. With a wet slurping noise, Spencer slides the tight 'O' of his mouth back up to the head, teasing at the slit with his tongue, and lapping delicately at the drops of precome beading there. His breathing is harsh through his nose, and he can't help the hungry whines that escape in a hum around Brendon's cock. Without conscious thought, Spencer's hips start to stutter across Brendon's boot covered thigh, desperate for some relief from the throbbing in his own hard cock.
Brendon whines, and his hands go from Spencer's hair to his shoulders, to the bed and back again; a loop of dazed arousal. Spencer uses the noises Brendon's making, and their volume and intensity as a guide for what he's should be doing. He turns his face, rubbing his cheek across Brendon's hip until he can suck the fragile skin of one of Brendon's perfectly smooth balls into his mouth, all the while still moving his hand up and down Brendon's shaft in a steady, determined rhythm. He can feel the fine tremors shaking Brendon's thigh muscles. The nasal high pitched noises Brendon is making as he sways his hips into Spencer's touch are all Spencer needs to tell him to pull off. There's an obscene popping noise and he wipes at his mouth, grinning as Brendon looks down at him in confusion.
“What did you do that for?” Brendon asks petulantly. “Why'd you stop?”
Brushing a messy kiss just below Brendon's belly button and soothing his hands over the tight muscles of Brendon's calves, still trapped inside the stiff material of his boots, Spencer says, “That's the noise you make when you're going to come.”
“Yeah? So? Aren't orgasms kind of the point?” It's difficult for Brendon to look indignant when he's sprawled almost naked across the bed, flushed a pretty pink and glistening as sweat trails from his hair line and down his chest, the tight tops of his boots digging red marks into his thighs.
Spencer kisses the flair of Brendon's hip, using his teeth to bite a faint red mark in the wake of his lips. “Well, actually, I thought the point was for you to fuck me.” He manages to say conversationally. “And while I'd be happy to spend the whole night sucking your cock,” he tilts his head to lick playfully at Brendon's erection, “I would kind of like it if,” he swallows and his bravado falters as he manages to say all in a rush, “If maybe you came when you were, you know, inside me.”
Brendon blinks and stills. “Oh. Oh, yes! That!” He wraps his hand around Spencer's upper arm, and guides him up the bed. “That's what I want too,” he says and then kisses Spencer, tongue licking at the precome and saliva smeared across Spencer's lips and glistening in his beard.
They kiss for long, drawn out minutes, eventually breaking apart enough to draw breath but still touching-warm hands across warmer skin. Brendon bites his lip and, leaning close to Spencer, confesses, “I'm afraid I'll hurt you.”
Spencer tilts his head to look Brendon in the eye, concerned about the genuine fear he sees in Brendon's expression. “I'm a big boy,” he starts to joke, but then seeing that's not what Brendon needs right now he quickly adds, “Look, you won't hurt me, I know it.” He lays a gentle finger to Brendon's lips as he starts to protest. “And, if I want to stop, I'll tell you. Same goes for you, okay?” He squeezes Brendon's hand in his. “I trust you.”
Brendon nods and exhales loudly. “Yeah. Okay.”
Spencer untangles his fingers from Brendon's grasp and pets reassurance over his arms and shoulders, threading his fingers through the fine hairs at the nape of his neck. “Bren, when you, you know, jerk off or what ever, do you...do you ever use, um...do you ever use your fingers?”
“Um...you mean to,” Brendon raises his hand and makes an obscene, scooping gesture with his index and middle fingers. “No,” he shakes his head emphatically. “Have you?”
Scratching at his nose and chuckling awkwardly, Spencer says, “Well yeah. So, Haley, she got this strap on thing as a joke at one of those sex toy parties girls go to? And it was all funny and hilarious and then holy shit! I guess I'd been thinking about things for a while, and after that happened I just tried...different stuff...”
“You mean you use...more than your fingers?” Brendon blinks in surprise, it's not something he's ever thought about.
“Yeah,” Spencer's laugh is tight and embarrassed. “Just so, what I'm saying is...I don't think you'll hurt me. Okay? I like it. It feels...good.”
Brendon nods, bringing his lips to Spencer and kissing him hungrily. His fingers trail to the hem of Spencer's t-shirt and begin slowly inching it upward. Spencer does his best to haul the shirt over his head without breaking the kiss, making them both laugh. He steadies himself with a palm flat on Brendon's thigh. Playing with the top of Brendon's boot he says, “So, I know you have condoms. You got anything else?” as he pulls out the condom Brendon had hidden there earlier.
“Shit yes!” Brendon says panting and enthusiastic. He leans over Spencer, stretching to reach his make up table. He opens a drawer and takes out a pump handled bottle of lube. “Wet and wild!” he snorts obnoxiously shaking the container at Spencer.
Spencer laughs obligingly, rolling his eyes. “Man, you are so lame.” But his expression is fond and he can't help but reach out and run his hand up the shiny slick material of Brendon's tall boots, over his hip and cupping his ass.
“Yup! Good thing I'm cute, huh?” Brendon laughs again and sits at Spencer's knee. He holds out his hand for the condom, tossing the lube onto the bed beside him and says, with a strange sort of pride, “I've been practicing my moves, Spencer Smith, just for you.” He goes up on his knees, shimmying his skirt down and off from where it's crumpled at his waist. Spencer bites back a groan at how pornographic Brendon looks, clad in nothing but boots that reach his thighs and the dark kohl of his mascara and liner smudged around his eyes. He closes his eyes when Brendon settles back onto the bed and carefully opens the package with his teeth with slow, practiced movements.
“You have moves, huh?” Spencer wriggles around on the bed until he's lying with his head on the pillow instead of across the bed with his head all scrunched up against the wall. He watches closely as Brendon's expression settles into serious concentration. Spencer groans and palms at his erection, still trapped in his boxer briefs. Licking his lips he flicks down the waistband and manages to wriggle them down his legs just as Brendon slides on the condom, and with his free hand reaches out to tug Spencer's underwear down and off, flinging it to the floor, making them both laugh and letting Spencer breathe again.
The laughter dies as suddenly as it had erupted, and Spencer feels his pale skin pinking under the intensity of Brendon's stare. He's naked and the room is bright, and Brendon is fucking staring at him. The knot of anticipation tightens low in his belly, and it seems like time has slowed down or maybe stopped all together, and all they're doing is staring at each other. “Shouldn't you roll over?” Brendon's voice is rough and low when he finally speaks.
“Nah, I wanna see you,” Spencer crosses his arms behind his head and licks his lips.
Brendon doesn't say anything to that, just gives a short nod, then bows his head to focus on coating his right hand with a pump of the lube. “Okay, ready?” He kisses the inside of Spencer's knee and without further warning pushes his index finger into Spencer.
Spencer yelps at the sudden intrusion, tightening around Brendon's finger. Brendon freezes and says “Sorry, sorry,” and then just as quickly withdraws his finger, petting Spencer's calf as he whines.
“Shit. Fuck. Jesus.” Spencer glowers down his body. “Brendon, don't stop.”
Brendon mutters apologies again, but this time he takes a blob of lube and smears it across the tight ring of muscle before easing his finger back in. He curls up around Spencer's wide spread legs and nuzzles at Spencer's hip. Spencer exhales long and slow and he can feel the tension slipping from him as Brendon starts a slow careful rhythm. “You can add another one. Please.” Spencer manages to say around a long groan of pleasure.
“Spence, shit. You're so fucking pretty. So pretty,” Brendon mumbles, circling Spencer's hole with his middle finger before slipping it inside to rest along his index finger. He's brushing tiny presses of lip, barely a kiss at all, to Spencer's hip and belly and holding on to Spencer's thigh for dear life. His hard cock is trapped between his stomach and Spencer's calf, and Spencer can feel the dribble of his precome spreading with the back and forth motion of Brendon's forearm and fingers.
“Shit, shit.” Spencer is muttering nonsense and curses as Brendon's long fingers scissor inside him, brushing his prostate and making his vision white out around the edges with the intensity of the pleasure. He flails out an arm, fingers slipping along the sweat slicked top of Brendon's boot and thigh. “Bren, you need to...now. I need...” With his other hand Spencer has a fierce grip on the pillow beneath his head and he's rocking his hips up to meet Brendon's every stroke.
Much more careful this time, Brendon eases first one finger and then the other out of Spencer. Making a face, he wipes his hand across the quilt and then crawls up the bed, kissing Spencer hard and fast until they're both dizzy. “That was so...you're so...” Brendon brushes sweat dampened hair out of Spencer's eyes and nuzzles at his cheek, flushed skin scraping against Spencer's beard.
“Brendon, please!” Spencer whines, trying to steady his breathing.
“Okay, okay!” Brendon kisses Spencer once more before crawling back down the bed. and Spencer manages to open his eyes just in time to get an amazing view of Brendon's ass as he makes his way to the foot of the bed, the pointed toe of his boots digging into the mattress. Spencer closes his eyes and drops his head back down onto the pillow in an effort to prevent coming right then and there.
Spencer is silently willing himself to relax. He loosens his grip on the pillow, letting his arms fall to his sides. He can feel Brendon's thumbs tracing the shapes of his ankle bones. He waits. And waits. And opens his eyes. Brendon is on his knees, folded cleverly into the space of Spencer's spread legs. He's got the bottle of lube in his hands and is biting his lip, head bowed so Spencer can't read his expression. “Bren?”
“What if I do it wrong?” He says quietly without lifting his head, bouncing the bottle of lube off his pleather covered thigh.
Exhaling a harsh breath, it takes all the patience Spencer has to keep his annoyance from his voice. He's almost out of his mind horny, naked in Brendon's bed, rock hard with his legs spread, begging Brendon to fuck him. “What?” he asks dumbly. Frankly he's amazed he can form any words at all.
“You're all like, experienced and shit.” Brendon looks up at him, scowling. “I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. What if I do it wrong?”
“Jesus, Brendon,” Leaning up to look at Brendon, Spencer frowns, more at his own perturbed tone than Brendon's pre-fuck freak out. “Whatever else I've done, I've never done this before. With anyone, okay? But I'm pretty sure natural instincts count for a lot in this department. How the fuck can you 'do it wrong'? Your dick. My ass. Lots of lube. And go!” Spencer flops back down onto the mattress and purposely opens his legs further, tilting his hips up in wanton invitation, fully on display.
He smiles at Brendon's indignant huff, and closes his eyes when he sees Brendon pick up the lube and fill his palm. At least he now has the good sense to rub it across his fingers until it takes on some of his body heat before circling Spencer's asshole with a generous amount. Spencer opens his eyes again, has to look when he hears Brendon slicking himself up, and he groans as he watches Brendon's hand circling his cock, coating it with the slick lube. It would be hilarious, the condom's a bright pink and Brendon looks so serious, so intent, but Spencer's okay with finding the whole thing stupidly hot.
Brendon makes a few furtive strokes between Spencer's ass cheeks, the head of his cock glancing off Spencer's balls and making him groan. Using hands at the backs of Spencer's knees to guide him, he slips Spencer's legs high under his ribs and slowly slips inside him. “Shit, Spencer!”
Spencer groans at the feeling, and eagerly arches up, wanting more, wanting to feel Brendon's cock fill him, he locks his ankles low against Brendon's back. “S'good, Bee. Keep going. So good.” He's babbling encouragement, his eyes shut so tightly pinwheels and fireworks dance behind his eyelids.
Amazed by the tight resistance, even after having worked Spencer open with his fingers and a ridiculous amount of lube, Brendon stops to breathe. As he exhales he snaps his hips forward, the smooth surface of his boots squeaking against Spencer's reddening skin, and then his cock slips deeper into Spencer, and Brendon relaxes into a slow steady rhythm; rocking into Spencer then pulling back until he's almost all the way out again. He's gripping Spencer's knees and curling his boot covered toes into the mattress to keep steady despite the twist and bend of his every movement.
Reveling in the feeling of being stretched and filled, Spencer's eager, greedy moans are loud in the room and he opens his eyes to watch Brendon fuck him. He makes a high noise that escapes through his nose when he sees Brendon's expression, his features still and determined. He's focused on Spencer, lost in the moment and it's so hot that Spencer grunts, bucking his hips and coming all over his chest and most of Brendon's boots.
Brendon's eyes snap open at the slip-sticky feeling of Spencer's come splashing against his forearm and he stares in open-mouthed awe. “Spencer,” he rasps. He loses the carefully focused rhythm and begins to snap his hips with urgency, all the while cursing under his breath until without warning, he comes with a shocked gasp. Shaking, Brendon manages to ease himself down onto Spencer, the echo of his orgasm pounding in his skull. He sobs for breath against Spencer's chest as Spencer runs his palm down Brendon's spine. Making a face, Brendon pulls away just enough to shuck the condom, carefully pinching it and tying it off before dropping it over the side of the bed.
“Holy shit Brendon, you did so fucking good!” Spencer turns his head in a lazy bid to kiss Brendon's cheek.
Brendon groans his agreement into the pillow and says, awe still evident in his voice, “You must really fucking like that. You got come everywhere."
They both manage weak giggles as Spencer pulls the quilt up around them.
* * *
After, when they're cuddled close and Brendon's even gone and got a wash cloth to clean them both up instead of just falling asleep sticky and uncomfortable, turning out the lights on his way back to the bed, Brendon whispers, “Next time we're totally doing this at your place. Your bed has way more room.”
“Oh yeah? Next time, huh?” Spencer's voice comes out thick and sounding like someone else, strange to his own ears. “I don't think we're gonna get up from here and go to my place any time soon. And I was thinking gimme, like, twenty minutes and I could go again.”
Brendon blinks and stalls his careful petting across Spencer's chest. “Really?”
“Really.”
“Okay, so next next time.” They both laugh likes it's the most hilarious thing that anyone's ever said, and the laughter slowly fizzes out, like soda pop bubbles, until they're sleepy and still.
“I love you,” Brendon says quietly, more to hear himself say it out loud than anything else, beaming wide in the darkness. He hugs Spencer tight, brushing a kiss just above his heart, ready for whatever comes next.
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