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Title: In theory there is no difference between theory and practice. (In practice there is.)
Author: irisgirl12000
Rating: adult
Word count: 1443
Pairing: always-a-girl!Spencer/Brendon
Disclaimer:This is a work of fiction. Unless Spencer Smith really has been a girl all this time. If you are or know the folks whose likenesses inspired this fic, you should click the back button. And also? Listen to Mikey.
Prompt: From bandomvalentine: Brendon and Spencer, in which one of them is a girl. Genderswap or always-a-girl, must include girl!oral.
A/N: Thanks to shutyourface and harriet_vane for the read-through. Title by Yogi Berra.
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It's not that Spencer expects Brendon to be awesome at sex the first time they have it.
"Oh, oh fuck, Spence," Brendon hisses her name. At the same time his hips jerk against hers, once, twice, and then Brendon shudders and goes slack and still.
Except, okay, maybe she did. Because, seriously, he's freakishly good at everything else he tries, usually from the very start, so that? That performance falls on the short side. Still, she understands the value of practice and Brendon usually responds well to constructive criticism, so maybe things can be salvaged.
Brendon's heavy on top of her, and she's wondering if he's passed out when he lifts his head from where he's buried his face in the pillow to ask, "Did you?"
"Uh, no." She tries to moderate her tone so the obviously, moron is heard without being spoken. "Can you...?"
He's still half-hard inside her, but he pulls out and rolls away, taking care of the used condom before he curls against her side. He presses his sweaty forehead to her shoulder, and the feel of damp skin and the weight of his cock against her thigh causes a warm rush of pleasure that temporarily combats her annoyance. She caused that. But she'd sort of like it if he did the same for her.
He shifts a little, presses a kiss to her collarbone before nosing down to nuzzle at her nipple. Spencer wants to protest: they've done that before, and she knows Brendon's got a thing for her boobs, but that's not going to get her off. But then he opens his mouth and sucks her in, applying the edge of his teeth, and that, that's new. It sends a ripple of want down her spine, and her hips lift.
"Yeah?" Brendon smiles against her skin.
"Do that again!"
He complies, setting his teeth and tongue against the tightening nipple as his hands brushes over her hip and curls between her legs.
This, Brendon's good at. They've only been doing this a few weeks, flirting escalating to touching to making out to getting each other off through their clothes. Today's the first Saturday that Brendon's had off work in months, and they're taking advantage of Ryan canceling band practice so he can "spend quality time with Tara". Having full-on, not-just-groping sex is new, especially for Brendon, who's been completely, dorkily honest about his lack of experience in all areas until he looked at Spencer and realized she was looking back. But Spencer has reason to know that Brendon is really good with his hands once he's been shown where to put them.
He's got the angle perfect, his fingers pushing into her with the heel of his hand applying pressure to her clit, and it's not the same as having his cock inside her, but she'll come if he sets up the right rhythm. And he does. (He's got enough rhythm that Spencer thinks she might let him play her kit if he asks nicely. And if he keeps curling his index finger like that.)
She's not expecting it when he pulls his fingers out, and she whimpers before she can stop herself. She covers it with, "Teasing stopped being cool when you got off before me, dude."
"It's not teasing if I follow through." And Brendon gives her this look that's probably supposed to be suave and sexy, but really just looks ridiculous. A laugh bubbles up in Spencer's throat, but it gets cut off when Brendon levers himself up and kneels between her legs.
Spencer does not have body issues. She isn't a stick figure, but she doesn't really care. She played field hockey before band demands curtailed her practice time, and she knows she's healthy - she has broad shoulders and strong arms and she's almost grown out of her C cup bras, but she's not overweight. It mostly doesn't bother her that Ryan and Brendon are skinnier than her. (Ryan is a fucking twig, but he eats three times as much as her, which she does sort of resent.) But still, she's only been naked with one other guy, Dave, and usually when they did this the lights were dim or out, and he was more concerned about getting his dick inside her than seeing what he was doing or the girlfriend he was doing it with.
So yeah, no body issues, per se, but Spencer's lying there with her legs sprawled, and today's activities weren't exactly planned, so it's not like she shaved her legs this morning. She's not, you know, landscaped like the women she's seen in porn - she's tried that, and it itches like fuck as it grows back. She owns a mirror and she has a mom who firmly believes in self-empowerment and her copy of Our Bodies, Ourselves, so Spencer knows what her cunt looks like. She's not really certain that it deserves the absorbed scrutiny Brendon's giving it.
She thinks about the first time she held a cock in her hand, about the way she felt earlier, when she saw Brendon's up close and personal, and... okay, maybe it does.
Spencer and Brendon both watch as he pushes two fingers into her again. He doesn't stop until his knuckles press against her, and when he crooks his fingers upwards, Spencer's eyes close and she relaxes in the rush of pleasure it generates. Her hips rock down into Brendon's hand, and she can feel herself get wetter around him.
The sheets rustle, and she can feel Brendon moving, but she's not expecting it when there's a puff of air, cool against heated skin. She opens her eyes to see Brendon on his belly, his head the only thing visible down the length of her torso, and then she feels his tongue on her labia, swiping around and then between his fingers before sliding, slippery and slick, up to her clit. Spencer can't help it; her knees rise and her hips buck up, and her hands scrabble for purchase, one twisting in the sheets and the other twining in Brendon's hair. She opens her mouth to apologize, but a moan is all that comes out. Brendon's free arm curls under her thigh, his hand a heavy weight on her stomach, holding her where he wants her. Her fingers tighten, tugging, and that earns a grunt - the vibration against her skin makes her moan again - and a twitch of Brendon's fingers inside her, but then he sets up a steady motion. The tip of Brendon's tongue touches Spencer lightly, a counterpoint that has her trying to push up into his mouth and down on his fingers.
Spencer can feel her orgasm building. She has a vague awareness that she's speaking, but no idea what. Brendon must understand, though, because he abandons the light touch and seals his lips around her clit, sucking hard and pushing his fingers deeper almost violently.
When she comes, it feels like every muscle in her body clenches - from her arching back to her fingers to her toes to her cunt. Brendon lifts his head to watch, and Spencer doesn't care, because he keeps moving his hand and it's just that good, setting off another pulse of pleasure. When she finally relaxes back against the sheets, her hands falling to her sides. Brendon strokes inside her once more, causing a shiver, before he pulls his fingers free and wipes them on the sheet. He pushes up onto his knees and swipes at the moisture on his chin. He should look ridiculous, with his shiny face, mussed hair, and bobbing erection framed by his narrow hips, but the sight of him elicits another throb between her legs.
Spencer pushes herself up on her elbows and twists around enough to grab a condom from the open box on the floor next to the mattress.
"You want to--"
"I can come more than once."
With that she opens the packet and rolls it onto Brendon's dick, stroking up his length encouragingly when she's finished.
He kisses her, and it's weird, tasting herself, but before she can really consider it, he's pressing her back down to the pillow and pushing into her. She's wet and swollen, sensitized, and she shudders when he's completely inside. Brendon props his weight on arm and cups her breast in his hand, pinching the nipple. At the same time he manages to withdraw and then thrust forward. Again, and then again.
And, okay. It wasn't perfect the first time, but Brendon's good at multitasking, and he's awesome at things he puts his mind to.
Spencer doesn't mind practicing this at all.
Author: irisgirl12000
Rating: adult
Word count: 1443
Pairing: always-a-girl!Spencer/Brendon
Disclaimer:This is a work of fiction. Unless Spencer Smith really has been a girl all this time. If you are or know the folks whose likenesses inspired this fic, you should click the back button. And also? Listen to Mikey.
Prompt: From bandomvalentine: Brendon and Spencer, in which one of them is a girl. Genderswap or always-a-girl, must include girl!oral.
A/N: Thanks to shutyourface and harriet_vane for the read-through. Title by Yogi Berra.
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It's not that Spencer expects Brendon to be awesome at sex the first time they have it.
"Oh, oh fuck, Spence," Brendon hisses her name. At the same time his hips jerk against hers, once, twice, and then Brendon shudders and goes slack and still.
Except, okay, maybe she did. Because, seriously, he's freakishly good at everything else he tries, usually from the very start, so that? That performance falls on the short side. Still, she understands the value of practice and Brendon usually responds well to constructive criticism, so maybe things can be salvaged.
Brendon's heavy on top of her, and she's wondering if he's passed out when he lifts his head from where he's buried his face in the pillow to ask, "Did you?"
"Uh, no." She tries to moderate her tone so the obviously, moron is heard without being spoken. "Can you...?"
He's still half-hard inside her, but he pulls out and rolls away, taking care of the used condom before he curls against her side. He presses his sweaty forehead to her shoulder, and the feel of damp skin and the weight of his cock against her thigh causes a warm rush of pleasure that temporarily combats her annoyance. She caused that. But she'd sort of like it if he did the same for her.
He shifts a little, presses a kiss to her collarbone before nosing down to nuzzle at her nipple. Spencer wants to protest: they've done that before, and she knows Brendon's got a thing for her boobs, but that's not going to get her off. But then he opens his mouth and sucks her in, applying the edge of his teeth, and that, that's new. It sends a ripple of want down her spine, and her hips lift.
"Yeah?" Brendon smiles against her skin.
"Do that again!"
He complies, setting his teeth and tongue against the tightening nipple as his hands brushes over her hip and curls between her legs.
This, Brendon's good at. They've only been doing this a few weeks, flirting escalating to touching to making out to getting each other off through their clothes. Today's the first Saturday that Brendon's had off work in months, and they're taking advantage of Ryan canceling band practice so he can "spend quality time with Tara". Having full-on, not-just-groping sex is new, especially for Brendon, who's been completely, dorkily honest about his lack of experience in all areas until he looked at Spencer and realized she was looking back. But Spencer has reason to know that Brendon is really good with his hands once he's been shown where to put them.
He's got the angle perfect, his fingers pushing into her with the heel of his hand applying pressure to her clit, and it's not the same as having his cock inside her, but she'll come if he sets up the right rhythm. And he does. (He's got enough rhythm that Spencer thinks she might let him play her kit if he asks nicely. And if he keeps curling his index finger like that.)
She's not expecting it when he pulls his fingers out, and she whimpers before she can stop herself. She covers it with, "Teasing stopped being cool when you got off before me, dude."
"It's not teasing if I follow through." And Brendon gives her this look that's probably supposed to be suave and sexy, but really just looks ridiculous. A laugh bubbles up in Spencer's throat, but it gets cut off when Brendon levers himself up and kneels between her legs.
Spencer does not have body issues. She isn't a stick figure, but she doesn't really care. She played field hockey before band demands curtailed her practice time, and she knows she's healthy - she has broad shoulders and strong arms and she's almost grown out of her C cup bras, but she's not overweight. It mostly doesn't bother her that Ryan and Brendon are skinnier than her. (Ryan is a fucking twig, but he eats three times as much as her, which she does sort of resent.) But still, she's only been naked with one other guy, Dave, and usually when they did this the lights were dim or out, and he was more concerned about getting his dick inside her than seeing what he was doing or the girlfriend he was doing it with.
So yeah, no body issues, per se, but Spencer's lying there with her legs sprawled, and today's activities weren't exactly planned, so it's not like she shaved her legs this morning. She's not, you know, landscaped like the women she's seen in porn - she's tried that, and it itches like fuck as it grows back. She owns a mirror and she has a mom who firmly believes in self-empowerment and her copy of Our Bodies, Ourselves, so Spencer knows what her cunt looks like. She's not really certain that it deserves the absorbed scrutiny Brendon's giving it.
She thinks about the first time she held a cock in her hand, about the way she felt earlier, when she saw Brendon's up close and personal, and... okay, maybe it does.
Spencer and Brendon both watch as he pushes two fingers into her again. He doesn't stop until his knuckles press against her, and when he crooks his fingers upwards, Spencer's eyes close and she relaxes in the rush of pleasure it generates. Her hips rock down into Brendon's hand, and she can feel herself get wetter around him.
The sheets rustle, and she can feel Brendon moving, but she's not expecting it when there's a puff of air, cool against heated skin. She opens her eyes to see Brendon on his belly, his head the only thing visible down the length of her torso, and then she feels his tongue on her labia, swiping around and then between his fingers before sliding, slippery and slick, up to her clit. Spencer can't help it; her knees rise and her hips buck up, and her hands scrabble for purchase, one twisting in the sheets and the other twining in Brendon's hair. She opens her mouth to apologize, but a moan is all that comes out. Brendon's free arm curls under her thigh, his hand a heavy weight on her stomach, holding her where he wants her. Her fingers tighten, tugging, and that earns a grunt - the vibration against her skin makes her moan again - and a twitch of Brendon's fingers inside her, but then he sets up a steady motion. The tip of Brendon's tongue touches Spencer lightly, a counterpoint that has her trying to push up into his mouth and down on his fingers.
Spencer can feel her orgasm building. She has a vague awareness that she's speaking, but no idea what. Brendon must understand, though, because he abandons the light touch and seals his lips around her clit, sucking hard and pushing his fingers deeper almost violently.
When she comes, it feels like every muscle in her body clenches - from her arching back to her fingers to her toes to her cunt. Brendon lifts his head to watch, and Spencer doesn't care, because he keeps moving his hand and it's just that good, setting off another pulse of pleasure. When she finally relaxes back against the sheets, her hands falling to her sides. Brendon strokes inside her once more, causing a shiver, before he pulls his fingers free and wipes them on the sheet. He pushes up onto his knees and swipes at the moisture on his chin. He should look ridiculous, with his shiny face, mussed hair, and bobbing erection framed by his narrow hips, but the sight of him elicits another throb between her legs.
Spencer pushes herself up on her elbows and twists around enough to grab a condom from the open box on the floor next to the mattress.
"You want to--"
"I can come more than once."
With that she opens the packet and rolls it onto Brendon's dick, stroking up his length encouragingly when she's finished.
He kisses her, and it's weird, tasting herself, but before she can really consider it, he's pressing her back down to the pillow and pushing into her. She's wet and swollen, sensitized, and she shudders when he's completely inside. Brendon props his weight on arm and cups her breast in his hand, pinching the nipple. At the same time he manages to withdraw and then thrust forward. Again, and then again.
And, okay. It wasn't perfect the first time, but Brendon's good at multitasking, and he's awesome at things he puts his mind to.
Spencer doesn't mind practicing this at all.