If You're Looking For It | Spencer/Brendon | NC-17 | ~ 1800 words
If You're Looking For It
Spencer/Brendon | NC-17 | ~ 1800 words
Do you know how tempted I was to title this 'Up, Up Against the Wall'? SO TEMPTED.
Thanks to elfiepike for looking this over.
For airgiodslv. Thanks for being there for these last couple weeks, ♥.
It's hard for Brendon to force himself to relax around Spencer's fingers when he's already so tight with the effort of keeping himself upright and balanced. Both feet on the floor and both hands on the wall, and still Brendon's knees are shaking.
Spencer has two fingers inside, not too deep, just enough that he can stroke the tips in this low, building way, spreading warmth up and down Brendon's spine. He clenches around Spencer's knuckles. It doesn't hurt because Spencer isn't trying to push in deeper, but Brendon kind of wishes he would. His skin is thrumming and sweat is gathering along his hairline, across the slope of his back. They aren't even moving and Brendon's sweating.
Spencer doesn't say anything, but keeps working his fingers. It's weird because Brendon knows that he's already got Spencer's fingers exactly where it's best-- Spencer knows where and how to touch him-- but still Brendon tilts his hips, hoping that Spencer will push in deeper. With Spencer touching him like this, it's building and building, and Brendon can't breathe, but he's not getting anywhere.
Spencer eases another finger inside, and it hurts while he works his hand around, middle finger coming down in line with the other two instead of resting on top. It's a lot of stretch all at once, but Spencer couldn't curl the tips against Brendon's prostate when his fingers are all folded together. Brendon drops his head down, staring blankly at the floor until Spencer gets the angle sorted out again, and Brendon snaps his head back up.
The stretching stops feeling so sharp and it's good, and Brendon starts rocking his hips back a little, trying to get some movement to go along with the stretching. It's hard to do while standing, but Spencer walked him backwards into the main area of the hotel room, then spun him around, pushing him up against the wall and said, "Don't move," Brendon's cheek pressing into the surface until Spencer's grip relaxed, so Brendon just tries to figure out how to rock his body while he's standing.
Spencer pushes in hard, then starts to move his hand, the movement a blur of pressure and heat and Brendon turns his head and gasps into the soft skin of his upper arm. His entire body feels scorched, but the skin is cool against his lips.
Spencer pulls his fingers away, and Brendon can picture him looking around the room for something to wipe off his hand with. He's using real lube, not hand cream, and it won't just rub into his skin. Brendon hears him step back, and then some rustling in the background. Brendon keeps his head down, fully naked; the lights are still on. When the noises stop and Spencer comes back, standing silently and still not doing anything, Brendon stays still, waits while Spencer looks at him. His eyes are open, but he's not looking at anything.
It's hard to wait like this, would be easier if he was moving with Spencer, if he could bend his knees or straighten them all the way, because he's starting to get pins and needles. He fixes his toes against the floor and tries to control his breathing.
Spencer touches his fingers, light, to Brendon's lower back. They don't feel sticky, so that must mean that Spencer wiped them off. He skims his touch down, mapping out the curve of Brendon's ass. He touches over Brendon's hole, but doesn't actually push inside.
His hand moves away, and then the head of his cock pushes, rubbing up the split of Brendon's ass, while Spencer tries to find the right angle.
It's hard to get their bodies to line up like this. Brendon spreads his legs further apart, shifts his weight onto the balls of his feet while he arches his back and pushes out his hips. His arms shake with the effort of holding himself up like this, and still Spencer doesn't push inside, until finally, finally the head pops in and it's too fast, and Brendon is tight all over again, but Spencer holds back after that, a constant pressure forward that he turns into a slow slide.
Brendon exhales through his mouth and keeps his head turned. He slumps forward a little when Spencer's hands grab onto his hips, fingers digging in and thumbs pushing down so that Brendon maintains the arch of his back. Brendon's been jittery all day, annoyed through a series of interviews, snippy on the bus afterwards, and Spencer just rolled his eyes and mostly ignored him, except that he also grabbed the room key from Zack, grabbed Brendon's arm and marched him down the hallway. The bus felt too small, no room to move like he wanted to, but Brendon isn't moving now, and still he feels like the energy is settling into something else, something easier to hold on to.
Spencer pulls almost all the way out and then starts working him open, one hand leaving Brendon's hip to wrap around his own cock, controlling the movement. Brendon's face twists up, mouth falling open as his eyes squeeze shut. Once Spencer has eased all the way back inside, he moves his hand back to Brendon's hip.
The first real thrust he makes is hard and Brendon grunts softly before he presses his open mouth against his arm, muffling the sound. Spencer keeps fucking him like that, hard and building to fast. Brendon bites into his arm and gasps air in through his nose.
He's ready for each thrust even though it's hard to meet them from this angle, up on his toes and shaky with the effort to stay balanced when Spencer slams forward.
Spencer's hair touches Brendon's back, then Spencer's forehead, when he leans his head all the way forward. He breathes. Brendon can feel him breathing, feel the air hitting his skin, before Spencer lifts his head and presses his mouth to the curve where Brendon's neck meets his shoulder. Brendon's head has already dropped down and tilted to the side, so it's easy access for Spencer to latch his mouth onto sweaty skin.
Spencer uses his hands to pull Brendon back each time he thrusts forward. It's difficult to get in deep from this angle, and Spencer has to push in harder to make up the difference. Brendon can hear their skin slapping together, and each time Spencer shoves inside, Brendon wants to -- There are these sounds building up low in his chest and he bites down hard on his arm, trying to keep them inside, but some sneak out, high and desperate each time he breathes.
Spencer bites down, too, right into the thick part of his shoulder and the pain starbusts out, long lines down his arms, his back, and Brendon chokes out a stream of vowels, even though his own mouth is still blocked.
Spencer pulls his mouth away when he grunts, but he sets his teeth back into Brendon's skin again. Brendon's lower back aches with the effort to keep his hips up for Spencer's cock and his shoulders up for Spencer's mouth.
Spencer bites even harder when Brendon shifts up a little higher and their bodies line up more easily. He catches himself, and licks over the skin, sucking softly, and Brendon hopes there are marks left afterwards.
With the easier angle, Spencer starts fucking him harder, and Brendon's upper body drops forward, bending at the waist. Brendon's head comes to rest on his hand, sliding slippery against the wall. Brendon's hair is stuck to his forehead, but instead of using his other hand to wipe it away, he reaches for his own cock. Without both hands to catch himself, Brendon's head knocks against the wall, mostly buffered by his one hand, but there's still the little bump bump as his body rocks forward, and he doesn't care. The relief of his hand around his cock is different from the pleasure of Spencer fucking him, so Brendon isn't quite as close as he thought; he can last maybe another three minutes.
Spencer's lips part, resting low on Brendon's neck, his nose pressed just under Brendon's earlobe. Even though Brendon can't see Spencer's face, it still feels like he's right there. Spencer starts fucking Brendon differently: less jarring, not as deep, but faster, and Brendon knows that Spencer can fuck like this for a long time, for as long as it takes for Brendon to come, and he's going to, he's going to come, even though he's strung so tightly that he can hardly manage to jerk himself off. His hand keeps sliding down the wall, and his head down with it. His hamstrings are bright hot with the effort of keeping himself up, and when Brendon comes, he loses his balance, knees finally giving out, but Spencer's right there, yanking Brendon up, keeping him on his cock.
Brendon's legs are wobbly and he can't stop shivering, can't stop the high noises that are coming out of his mouth. The wall is hard against his fingers and his ass is raw around Spencer's cock. Brendon paws at the wall, trying to get his balance again, but Spencer just wraps his arms around Brendon's waist, one palm pressed flat across Brendon's belly, and his voice is raw and quiet when he says, "Brendon," not even thrusting, just rocking forward. Brendon presses his body back as best he can, wanting to put his hand on top of Spencer's but unable to lose the stability the wall provides, but it's okay because Spencer buries his face in Brendon's neck, and he doesn't bite this time, just moans into Brendon's skin in that long moment where his body twitches through little jerks forward and he comes all the way inside of Brendon.
He does bite once he's finished, a little nip to the nape of Brendon's neck before he slowly loosens his grip on Brendon's midsection. He doesn't let go though, and Brendon sags back against him, wrapping his hands around Spencer's forearms as his knees buckle. Spencer staggers backwards, not much more steady on his feet than Brendon is, but he manages to catch both of them. He pulls Brendon up, pulls him in closer, leaving one arm wrapped low around his waist while the other comes up and across Brendon's chest, hugging him tight.
Brendon covers Spencer's hands with his own, and tilts his head to the side so that Spencer can rest his chin in Brendon's neck, breathing into his skin. Brendon exhales, then turns his head a little so that their cheeks are pressed together, tries to match his breathing to Spencer's.
Spencer/Brendon | NC-17 | ~ 1800 words
Do you know how tempted I was to title this 'Up, Up Against the Wall'? SO TEMPTED.
Thanks to elfiepike for looking this over.
For airgiodslv. Thanks for being there for these last couple weeks, ♥.
It's hard for Brendon to force himself to relax around Spencer's fingers when he's already so tight with the effort of keeping himself upright and balanced. Both feet on the floor and both hands on the wall, and still Brendon's knees are shaking.
Spencer has two fingers inside, not too deep, just enough that he can stroke the tips in this low, building way, spreading warmth up and down Brendon's spine. He clenches around Spencer's knuckles. It doesn't hurt because Spencer isn't trying to push in deeper, but Brendon kind of wishes he would. His skin is thrumming and sweat is gathering along his hairline, across the slope of his back. They aren't even moving and Brendon's sweating.
Spencer doesn't say anything, but keeps working his fingers. It's weird because Brendon knows that he's already got Spencer's fingers exactly where it's best-- Spencer knows where and how to touch him-- but still Brendon tilts his hips, hoping that Spencer will push in deeper. With Spencer touching him like this, it's building and building, and Brendon can't breathe, but he's not getting anywhere.
Spencer eases another finger inside, and it hurts while he works his hand around, middle finger coming down in line with the other two instead of resting on top. It's a lot of stretch all at once, but Spencer couldn't curl the tips against Brendon's prostate when his fingers are all folded together. Brendon drops his head down, staring blankly at the floor until Spencer gets the angle sorted out again, and Brendon snaps his head back up.
The stretching stops feeling so sharp and it's good, and Brendon starts rocking his hips back a little, trying to get some movement to go along with the stretching. It's hard to do while standing, but Spencer walked him backwards into the main area of the hotel room, then spun him around, pushing him up against the wall and said, "Don't move," Brendon's cheek pressing into the surface until Spencer's grip relaxed, so Brendon just tries to figure out how to rock his body while he's standing.
Spencer pushes in hard, then starts to move his hand, the movement a blur of pressure and heat and Brendon turns his head and gasps into the soft skin of his upper arm. His entire body feels scorched, but the skin is cool against his lips.
Spencer pulls his fingers away, and Brendon can picture him looking around the room for something to wipe off his hand with. He's using real lube, not hand cream, and it won't just rub into his skin. Brendon hears him step back, and then some rustling in the background. Brendon keeps his head down, fully naked; the lights are still on. When the noises stop and Spencer comes back, standing silently and still not doing anything, Brendon stays still, waits while Spencer looks at him. His eyes are open, but he's not looking at anything.
It's hard to wait like this, would be easier if he was moving with Spencer, if he could bend his knees or straighten them all the way, because he's starting to get pins and needles. He fixes his toes against the floor and tries to control his breathing.
Spencer touches his fingers, light, to Brendon's lower back. They don't feel sticky, so that must mean that Spencer wiped them off. He skims his touch down, mapping out the curve of Brendon's ass. He touches over Brendon's hole, but doesn't actually push inside.
His hand moves away, and then the head of his cock pushes, rubbing up the split of Brendon's ass, while Spencer tries to find the right angle.
It's hard to get their bodies to line up like this. Brendon spreads his legs further apart, shifts his weight onto the balls of his feet while he arches his back and pushes out his hips. His arms shake with the effort of holding himself up like this, and still Spencer doesn't push inside, until finally, finally the head pops in and it's too fast, and Brendon is tight all over again, but Spencer holds back after that, a constant pressure forward that he turns into a slow slide.
Brendon exhales through his mouth and keeps his head turned. He slumps forward a little when Spencer's hands grab onto his hips, fingers digging in and thumbs pushing down so that Brendon maintains the arch of his back. Brendon's been jittery all day, annoyed through a series of interviews, snippy on the bus afterwards, and Spencer just rolled his eyes and mostly ignored him, except that he also grabbed the room key from Zack, grabbed Brendon's arm and marched him down the hallway. The bus felt too small, no room to move like he wanted to, but Brendon isn't moving now, and still he feels like the energy is settling into something else, something easier to hold on to.
Spencer pulls almost all the way out and then starts working him open, one hand leaving Brendon's hip to wrap around his own cock, controlling the movement. Brendon's face twists up, mouth falling open as his eyes squeeze shut. Once Spencer has eased all the way back inside, he moves his hand back to Brendon's hip.
The first real thrust he makes is hard and Brendon grunts softly before he presses his open mouth against his arm, muffling the sound. Spencer keeps fucking him like that, hard and building to fast. Brendon bites into his arm and gasps air in through his nose.
He's ready for each thrust even though it's hard to meet them from this angle, up on his toes and shaky with the effort to stay balanced when Spencer slams forward.
Spencer's hair touches Brendon's back, then Spencer's forehead, when he leans his head all the way forward. He breathes. Brendon can feel him breathing, feel the air hitting his skin, before Spencer lifts his head and presses his mouth to the curve where Brendon's neck meets his shoulder. Brendon's head has already dropped down and tilted to the side, so it's easy access for Spencer to latch his mouth onto sweaty skin.
Spencer uses his hands to pull Brendon back each time he thrusts forward. It's difficult to get in deep from this angle, and Spencer has to push in harder to make up the difference. Brendon can hear their skin slapping together, and each time Spencer shoves inside, Brendon wants to -- There are these sounds building up low in his chest and he bites down hard on his arm, trying to keep them inside, but some sneak out, high and desperate each time he breathes.
Spencer bites down, too, right into the thick part of his shoulder and the pain starbusts out, long lines down his arms, his back, and Brendon chokes out a stream of vowels, even though his own mouth is still blocked.
Spencer pulls his mouth away when he grunts, but he sets his teeth back into Brendon's skin again. Brendon's lower back aches with the effort to keep his hips up for Spencer's cock and his shoulders up for Spencer's mouth.
Spencer bites even harder when Brendon shifts up a little higher and their bodies line up more easily. He catches himself, and licks over the skin, sucking softly, and Brendon hopes there are marks left afterwards.
With the easier angle, Spencer starts fucking him harder, and Brendon's upper body drops forward, bending at the waist. Brendon's head comes to rest on his hand, sliding slippery against the wall. Brendon's hair is stuck to his forehead, but instead of using his other hand to wipe it away, he reaches for his own cock. Without both hands to catch himself, Brendon's head knocks against the wall, mostly buffered by his one hand, but there's still the little bump bump as his body rocks forward, and he doesn't care. The relief of his hand around his cock is different from the pleasure of Spencer fucking him, so Brendon isn't quite as close as he thought; he can last maybe another three minutes.
Spencer's lips part, resting low on Brendon's neck, his nose pressed just under Brendon's earlobe. Even though Brendon can't see Spencer's face, it still feels like he's right there. Spencer starts fucking Brendon differently: less jarring, not as deep, but faster, and Brendon knows that Spencer can fuck like this for a long time, for as long as it takes for Brendon to come, and he's going to, he's going to come, even though he's strung so tightly that he can hardly manage to jerk himself off. His hand keeps sliding down the wall, and his head down with it. His hamstrings are bright hot with the effort of keeping himself up, and when Brendon comes, he loses his balance, knees finally giving out, but Spencer's right there, yanking Brendon up, keeping him on his cock.
Brendon's legs are wobbly and he can't stop shivering, can't stop the high noises that are coming out of his mouth. The wall is hard against his fingers and his ass is raw around Spencer's cock. Brendon paws at the wall, trying to get his balance again, but Spencer just wraps his arms around Brendon's waist, one palm pressed flat across Brendon's belly, and his voice is raw and quiet when he says, "Brendon," not even thrusting, just rocking forward. Brendon presses his body back as best he can, wanting to put his hand on top of Spencer's but unable to lose the stability the wall provides, but it's okay because Spencer buries his face in Brendon's neck, and he doesn't bite this time, just moans into Brendon's skin in that long moment where his body twitches through little jerks forward and he comes all the way inside of Brendon.
He does bite once he's finished, a little nip to the nape of Brendon's neck before he slowly loosens his grip on Brendon's midsection. He doesn't let go though, and Brendon sags back against him, wrapping his hands around Spencer's forearms as his knees buckle. Spencer staggers backwards, not much more steady on his feet than Brendon is, but he manages to catch both of them. He pulls Brendon up, pulls him in closer, leaving one arm wrapped low around his waist while the other comes up and across Brendon's chest, hugging him tight.
Brendon covers Spencer's hands with his own, and tilts his head to the side so that Spencer can rest his chin in Brendon's neck, breathing into his skin. Brendon exhales, then turns his head a little so that their cheeks are pressed together, tries to match his breathing to Spencer's.