Spencer/Brendon short smutty goodness ;)
I just got hit with the urge to right a short smutty blurb with my favorite pairing! So, enjoy!
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Spencer chalks this all up to Brendon being insane because, really, how else can this be justified? Brendon has done his fair share of truly weird things, he has. Spencer knows this first hand. But seeing this...its a huge mindfuck.
Brendon is sitting in his bunk, curtain wide-open, laptop on, hand in boxers pumping up and down, head thrown back as little moans escape his lips. And that's not even abnormal. Their on the second leg of the HCT and quite frankly, everyone is horny as shit.
So jerking off in your bunk is sort of a given. Jerking off to porn, also fine. But Brendon isn't working his cock in rhythm to a porn soundrack and a busty blonde being fucked senseless. No. Not Brendon.
On Brendon's laptop screen is a recent recording of Panic! performing and Brendon has set the video on what Spencer notices is a loop. A loop of Spencer playing drums.
Every crash of the sticks to the drums elicit breathy moans from Brendon as his hand works his dick furiously, wrist twisting under the damp fabric of plaid boxers.
Spencer really is freaking the fuck out, believe him, but he's frozen to the spot. Just out of Brendon's line of sight. Watching as Brendon's hand grows shakey and he let's out a low, "S-Spencer fuck..." as he cums in his boxers.
Spencer takes this moment to cover the two wide bounds to his bunk before shutting himself inside, refusing to acknowledge the way his sweats are tented and his cock is throbbing.
Because Brendon is weird and this never fucking happened.
Spencer winds up jerking off ten minutes later thinking of Haley. But when he cums, he moans "Brennndonnnn..."
***
"Spence, could you at least pretend to be pumped?! That set was great! Did you feel that energy?!" Brendon babbles as they walk toward the buses, Ryan leading because he just HAS to have first shower. Jon trailing, distracted as he tries to repair his broken flip-flop.
"Brendon. I got two hours of sleep last night-" Thanks to you, Spencer nearly spits. "-we just played a two hour set, no breaks. No one has eaten and its 11 at night. Don't know about you but I'm too tired to be pumped."
"You are a total killjoy, Spencer Smith." Brendon says but pats Spencer playfully on the shoulder before hopping onto the bus.
Spencer thinks, with that much energy he'll be to high-strung to do his freaky masturbation ritual.
Right?
Wrong.
Spencer ends up playing Halo with Jon until around 2 am and when he lopes back to the bunk area he prays that everyone- especially Brendon- has fallen asleep.
Spencer thinks he's gotten lucky until he hears the familiar sounds of skin sliding across skin frantically and the back beats to a Panic! song and damn Brendon to the fiery pits of hell.
It was then that Spencer's dick took full control of his body, leading him toward Bren's bunk. Spencer stands outside for a couple seconds. Enough time to hear Brendon cuss out loud. Not enough time to think about what he is doing.
Before Spencer can change his mind, he's climbing into Brendon's bunk and damn this thing is small
"The fuck-"
Spencer shushes Brendon once before climbing on top of him, fusing himself to the older boy.
He rocks his hips down in Brendon's and leans down to silence Brendon with a deep kiss, tongue licking into his mouth hungrily.
Spencer's hard length rubs roughly against Brendon's and both boys moan into each others mouths.
In a blind attempt to get off, Spencer starts dry-fucking Brendon, thrusting until Brendon's head hits the wall.
Brendon squirms beneath him and makes helpless noises as Spence grabs both his hands and forces them down onto the mattress, no intentions on letting go.
Brendon is whining into Spencer's mouth and bucking up into Spencer. He's close, Spencer can tell by the way Brendon's entire body shakes.
Spencer reaches between them and pulls his cock from his sweats and Brendon's from his shorts before putting both in his hand and jerking then off together.
Brendon thrusts up hard letting out a "Nghn!" as he spills all over Spencer's hand and stomach.
Spencer feels himself get close but then Brendon- because Brendon loves to surprise people-sucks on a finger, reaches around into Spencer's sweats and shoves it into Spencer's ass. He curls it, and Spencer buckles over cum shooting messily onto his half risen shirt.
He leans down to kiss Brendon roughly as he comes down from his climax. Spencer touches his lips to Brendon's ear a whispers.
"The next time you want to get off to me...just ask, Bren."
**************
Spencer chalks this all up to Brendon being insane because, really, how else can this be justified? Brendon has done his fair share of truly weird things, he has. Spencer knows this first hand. But seeing this...its a huge mindfuck.
Brendon is sitting in his bunk, curtain wide-open, laptop on, hand in boxers pumping up and down, head thrown back as little moans escape his lips. And that's not even abnormal. Their on the second leg of the HCT and quite frankly, everyone is horny as shit.
So jerking off in your bunk is sort of a given. Jerking off to porn, also fine. But Brendon isn't working his cock in rhythm to a porn soundrack and a busty blonde being fucked senseless. No. Not Brendon.
On Brendon's laptop screen is a recent recording of Panic! performing and Brendon has set the video on what Spencer notices is a loop. A loop of Spencer playing drums.
Every crash of the sticks to the drums elicit breathy moans from Brendon as his hand works his dick furiously, wrist twisting under the damp fabric of plaid boxers.
Spencer really is freaking the fuck out, believe him, but he's frozen to the spot. Just out of Brendon's line of sight. Watching as Brendon's hand grows shakey and he let's out a low, "S-Spencer fuck..." as he cums in his boxers.
Spencer takes this moment to cover the two wide bounds to his bunk before shutting himself inside, refusing to acknowledge the way his sweats are tented and his cock is throbbing.
Because Brendon is weird and this never fucking happened.
Spencer winds up jerking off ten minutes later thinking of Haley. But when he cums, he moans "Brennndonnnn..."
***
"Spence, could you at least pretend to be pumped?! That set was great! Did you feel that energy?!" Brendon babbles as they walk toward the buses, Ryan leading because he just HAS to have first shower. Jon trailing, distracted as he tries to repair his broken flip-flop.
"Brendon. I got two hours of sleep last night-" Thanks to you, Spencer nearly spits. "-we just played a two hour set, no breaks. No one has eaten and its 11 at night. Don't know about you but I'm too tired to be pumped."
"You are a total killjoy, Spencer Smith." Brendon says but pats Spencer playfully on the shoulder before hopping onto the bus.
Spencer thinks, with that much energy he'll be to high-strung to do his freaky masturbation ritual.
Right?
Wrong.
Spencer ends up playing Halo with Jon until around 2 am and when he lopes back to the bunk area he prays that everyone- especially Brendon- has fallen asleep.
Spencer thinks he's gotten lucky until he hears the familiar sounds of skin sliding across skin frantically and the back beats to a Panic! song and damn Brendon to the fiery pits of hell.
It was then that Spencer's dick took full control of his body, leading him toward Bren's bunk. Spencer stands outside for a couple seconds. Enough time to hear Brendon cuss out loud. Not enough time to think about what he is doing.
Before Spencer can change his mind, he's climbing into Brendon's bunk and damn this thing is small
"The fuck-"
Spencer shushes Brendon once before climbing on top of him, fusing himself to the older boy.
He rocks his hips down in Brendon's and leans down to silence Brendon with a deep kiss, tongue licking into his mouth hungrily.
Spencer's hard length rubs roughly against Brendon's and both boys moan into each others mouths.
In a blind attempt to get off, Spencer starts dry-fucking Brendon, thrusting until Brendon's head hits the wall.
Brendon squirms beneath him and makes helpless noises as Spence grabs both his hands and forces them down onto the mattress, no intentions on letting go.
Brendon is whining into Spencer's mouth and bucking up into Spencer. He's close, Spencer can tell by the way Brendon's entire body shakes.
Spencer reaches between them and pulls his cock from his sweats and Brendon's from his shorts before putting both in his hand and jerking then off together.
Brendon thrusts up hard letting out a "Nghn!" as he spills all over Spencer's hand and stomach.
Spencer feels himself get close but then Brendon- because Brendon loves to surprise people-sucks on a finger, reaches around into Spencer's sweats and shoves it into Spencer's ass. He curls it, and Spencer buckles over cum shooting messily onto his half risen shirt.
He leans down to kiss Brendon roughly as he comes down from his climax. Spencer touches his lips to Brendon's ear a whispers.
"The next time you want to get off to me...just ask, Bren."