open happiness :: brendon/jon :: nc-17
Title: Open Happiness
Pairing: Brendon/Jon
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3000
Summary: This thing, whatever it is, that he has with Jon is still so new and so private, and Brendon has no idea if it's supposed to mean something or not.
Notes: I kept seeing all these awesome pictures from last night's Florida show, and I really like Brendon's black shirt and Jon's curling hair, so this happened. Title taken from that new Coca-Cola song. Beta'd by fallintosilence ♥
He says his final words and lets the roar of the crowd overpower his senses and lift his spirits impossibly higher. He walks off the stage and the rest of the guys follow, and he's so high, so pumped up, the adrenaline still coursing through his body and making him jumpy and restless. He watches Spencer and Ryan laugh at something Zack said and he catches Jon's gaze, his eyes going hot as they meet Brendon's. Brendon swallows and unbuttons another button from the top of his shirt, watches how Jon's eyes sweep over his exposed throat.
He vaguely hears Ryan say something about catching up with Eric, and Spencer mentions going with him, and suddenly they're leaving the room. Brendon's insides erupt with nerves, and he turns around, back to Jon, and walks to his bag. He fiddles around with the zipper and rummages around inside when Jon comes up behind him and grabs his arm forcefully, tugging Brendon against his chest.
Brendon gasps in a breath of air and looks around in panic, tries to see if anyone's around to watch how Jon's other arm snakes around Brendon's waist and sneaks up the front of his shirt, palm gliding over Brendon's sweaty and overheated skin. He feels his stomach jump and Brendon swallows, closes his eyes.
Jon's voice is low and right next to his ear when he says, "Come on. Bathroom."
Brendon bites his lip and thinks yes. But what if Spencer or Ryan decide to take a shower? What of someone knocks on the door and hears them both inside? This thing, whatever it is, that he has with Jon is still so new and so private, and Brendon has no idea if it's supposed to mean something or not. The idea of Ryan or Spencer finding them together, walking in on their secret, makes his stomach clench uncomfortably.
Jon digs his nails into Brendon's skin and Brendon stops thinking, says, "Yes, fuck, okay," and follows Jon's lead to the small venue bathroom.
He's so dirty, skin flushed and sweaty, hair positively soaked, but Jon doesn't push him into the shower like he expects when the bathroom door closes. He just pushes at Brendon's shoulder until Brendon falls down to his knees and places his hands at Jon's waistband, fingers working over the button and zipper, eyes focused. He gets it open and pulls out Jon's cock, already hard, and it makes Brendon's insides thrill, still excited at the newness of it all. They've only done this a handful of times, and Brendon's still not confident he knows exactly what he's doing when he leans forward and licks at the head of Jon's cock. Jon moans anyway and buries his fingers in Brendon's sweaty hair, urging him forward. Brendon opens his mouth and takes the head in, wanting to go slow and get it right, but Jon's not having it. He pushes harder at Brendon's head and Brendon hums against Jon's cock, letting his lips slide down further and hand stroke harder against what he can't fit into his mouth.
He tries to keep it all in his head - no teeth, not too sloppy, try to suck and keep the rhythm consistent - but it's hard when Jon's being sloppy himself, pulling Brendon's hair and thrusting his hips forward. Brendon glares up at him but can't help how his eyes widen instead. Jon's mouth is open and wet, his eyes are half-lidded and hot, and Brendon wants nothing more in this moment than to make Jon come apart. He forgets about Ryan and Spencer possibly finding them, he forgets about anyone else knocking and hearing them, and he sucks particularly hard to get Jon to moan loudly against his own restraints. He feels like he's starting to get a rhythm, starting to really get into the swing of it, and then Jon pulls hard at his hair, pulls him off his cock and leaves Brendon's mouth open and empty. "Jon, what the fuck-"
Jon pushes his jeans down hastily and kicks them off into a corner before getting onto his knees next to Brendon and threading his fingers in Brendon's hair, pulling his face forward and kissing him deeply. Brendon's surprised but goes with it, opening his mouth and moaning, letting Jon control the kiss and keep his grip firm on the back of Brendon's neck. Brendon snakes his hands between their bodies and unbuttons Jon's shirt, running his hands up and down Jon's damp chest and sighing into Jon's mouth. They break apart for air, and Brendon loves how Jon's panting hard and looking at him the way he is, his eyes focused on Brendon as he bites his lip.
Brendon's breathing is labored and he can smell how heavy the air is around them, the small bathroom reeking with the scent of their sweat, and it should make Brendon wrinkle his nose in disgust and want to get in the shower. Instead, he buries his face in Jon's neck and licks at his skin, tasting him. Jon groans, low, and pushes Brendon back so he's lying down, Jon hovering over him. He starts unbuttoning Brendon's pants and says, "Come on, take these off." Brendon smirks at the rough sound of Jon's voice and lifts his hips up to help Jon slide the jeans off his hips. It takes longer than he'd like, the denim sticking uncomfortably to his thighs, but eventually they're off, and Brendon moves his hands to work on the buttons of his shirt when Jon says, "No. Leave it."
He furrows his brow in confusion and then Jon's pulling him up onto his knees again. They begin to ache from how he's kneeling against the hard tiled floor. Jon leans forward and bites Brendon's bottom lip, kisses him quickly on the mouth and orders, "Turn around."
"What?"
"Just do it." Brendon turns and kneels in the other direction, his back to Jon. He hears Jon take off his own shirt and Brendon's reminded of how his shirt is completely plastered to his back, drenched in sweat and open along his throat so he can breathe a little. He feels Jon's hand strong between his shoulder blades and then Jon's pushing, pushing until Brendon takes the hint and leans forward, hands braced on the tile and his back straight, knees spread. His face flushes and his stomach swoops and he wants to tell Jon no way, that this is too much and Brendon doesn't like the idea of being like this in front of Jon, but he doesn't. He keeps his mouth shut and doesn’t think about the way he must look to Jon, on his hands and knees with his shirt stuck to his back, thighs and ass exposed and head bent down. He can almost feel Jon looking, and it's turning him on, the onset of excitement so surprising to him that he just ignores whatever protests his brain is yelling at him and lets Jon have his way.
It's worth it when he feels Jon's warm hands circle around his hip, one of his hands moving to cover a cheek of Brendon's ass and squeezing hard. Jon's voice lowers considerably and he says, "You look so fucking good like this." Brendon breathes out and bites his lips, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. He hears Jon move around behind him, getting a condom from his jeans pocket, opening a small tube of lube he grabbed from his bag before dragging Brendon into the bathroom, and getting himself ready. He pushes a finger hastily into Brendon and Brendon's body tenses immediately, back going rigid and arms locking straight. "Relax, Brendon, come on." It's still new to him, the feeling of something pushing inside, and even though he's tried a few things by himself, it's still a weird feeling for him to adjust to, and Brendon rolls his shoulder and tries to relax his muscles. Jon brings a hand forward and rubs circles into Brendon's back, and Brendon slowly starts to loosen up, almost completely relaxed just as Jon adds a second finger.
"Fuck," he breathes out quietly. Jon curls his finger and he says, "Fuck," again, louder and with more kick behind the word. Jon moves his fingers inside Brendon, stretches him open and pulls them out when he thinks Brendon's ready. He hears Jon spreading more lube over his cock and he smirks at the thought of Jon staring at him while he does it, hand moving over his cock and eyes sweeping over Brendon's ass and back. He spreads his knees further apart and bites his lip at Jon's small groan of approval.
Jon moves forward and places one hand on Brendon's ass, spreading him open as he guides his cock forward with the other. Brendon feels himself start to tense up again as Jon lets the head of his cock brush lightly over Brendon's hole. He doesn't move for a few seconds and Brendon huffs out in impatience, says, "Fucking do it already," and Jon doesn't need any more encouragement than that. He wraps a hand around Brendon's hip and pushes forward hard, pushing past Brendon's resistance until his hips hit Brendon's ass.
Brendon's cock twitches and throbs between his legs at the overwhelming feeling of being flush with Jon. It hits him so hard every time and makes his stomach rush and heart beat faster to know he's letting Jon do this to him, have him in a way Brendon never thought he'd give himself to anyone. He never lets himself focus on that, instead forcing his mind to recognize that he's just fucking around with Jon because his girlfriend couldn't handle being away from him for so long and Brendon's been unattached for a lot longer than he'd like to admit. There's nothing serious or significant about the way Brendon’s heart constricts almost painfully in his chest when Jon starts those first tentative thrusts inside him and moans out how good Brendon feels.
Jon's rhythm picks up pace and he's starting to really move inside Brendon. The sounds of his hips hitting Brendon's ass every time he pushes all the way back in fill the air around him, and Brendon does his best to hold back his pants and moans in case someone might be walking by the bathroom outside and hear them. Jon's grunting, whispering obscenities and pulling Brendon back against his cock, Brendon's knees screaming in agony and his arms threatening to buckle from the strain of holding himself up. Jon doesn't slow down or be more gentle, and Brendon can't hold back the groans, cries, "Oh god, Jon," and pushes back hard, feeling Jon's body jolt.
Jon just grips his hips tighter and miraculously manages to warn, "You gotta be - fuck - quieter than that," but he negates his own warning, pushing his hips forward all the way and moving Brendon's ass back against Jon's cock, groaning, "Brendon, Brendon."
Brendon almost lets his arms buckle and instead says, "Jon," gasping breaths at the overwhelming pressure inside of him. "Jon, stop." Brendon wiggles, tries to pull forward and off of Jon's cock, and eventually Jon lets go of Brendon's hips and lets his cock slip out. Brendon clenches around the emptiness and wants so badly to just roll onto his back and jerk off until he's coming, but he hears Jon breathing hard behind him, so he gets back up on his knees - his back, thighs, everything protesting in pain - and turns to face Jon. His breath catches in his throat at the sight of Jon leaning sideways against the wall and looking at Brendon with questioning eyes. Brendon forgets what he was going to say and leans forward, kisses Jon softly and feels Jon's hand rest against his lower back, his palm hot through the sweaty fabric of Brendon's shirt.
Brendon moves to straddle Jon, Jon turning his body more so he's leaning his back against the wall, his hands coming to rest on Brendon's back as Brendon sits in Jon's lap, kissing him. Jon moves away, mouths at Brendon's ear, and Brendon's grinding down against Jon's cock, moaning and shivering in pleasure as Jon says, "Why stop, Bren?"
Brendon can't stop pushing down, circling his hips and shamelessly grinding against Jon. He mouths at Jon's neck as he moves, revels in Jon's groans and the way he grips tighter at Brendon's shirt with one hand and snakes the other underneath the fabric to touch Brendon's wet skin. Brendon says, "Wanna try it like this," and gets up higher on his knees, angling his hips and bringing his body back down, letting Jon's cock brush against the crack of Brendon's ass.
Jon tips his head back and groans, snapping his eyes open to stare at Brendon and nod. "Yeah, fuck, move up a bit so I can scoot forward." Brendon does, getting back up onto his knees and moving back, letting Jon scoot forward, away from the wall so he has enough room to plant his hands on the floor behind him and lean back against his arms, his legs slightly spread on the floor and his cock resting against his hip, making Brendon's mouth water. He forgets what he was about to do for a second before shaking his head, moving to kneel over Jon's lap and kiss his lips.
Brendon moves his hand back and grips Jon's dick. He lowers himself down carefully, Jon's cock sliding easily inside. Brendon can't help but gasp and close his eyes, and he knows he probably looks ridiculous with his neck tipped back and his shirt still on, but he doesn't care. Jon doesn't seem to care either, because he snaps his hips up eagerly, and Brendon forces himself the rest of the way down and grinds in a slow circle, enjoying Jon's surprised gasp and poorly muffled, "Oh, fuck."
Brendon wraps his arms round Jon's neck and tangles his fingers in Jon's hair. He never stops moving, picking his hips up and sliding back down, rocking forward and back and controlling the pace. He gasps every time he comes down just right or Jon manages to snap his hips up at the perfect angle. When he doesn't have his face buried in Jon's neck, mouth so close to Jon's ear and gasping broken words and phrases, he rests his forehead against Jon's and lets Jon watch him. When their eyes meet, Brendon does his best to ignore the sparks that shoot inside his chest and he focuses instead on how fucking good Jon feels and how amazing it is when Brendon sinks down all the way.
Jon noses at Brendon's jaw and leans up to capture his lips in a heated kiss, tongue surging into Brendon's mouth and Brendon kissing him back just as fiercely. Jon breathes hard against Brendon's lips and closes his eyes. Brendon does the same, concentrates on their pants and how they move together, their consistent rhythm of up, down, forward, back, until his thighs start quivering and Brendon can feel Jon's arms begin to shake. It's all building up so strong, so powerful, and Brendon moans out Jon's name, says, "Oh god, oh god, please," and rests his forehead against Jon's shoulder as his hips slide up and down with no rhythm and he's coming apart, shaking, trembling with it and forcing himself to ride it out until he's done.
Jon makes a surprised noise and gasps, "Did you just-. Bren, you didn't even touch-oh fuck," and then comes undone. Brendon does his best to move his hips and make it last for Jon, lets Jon snap his hips up erratically into Brendon's body and empty himself into the condom.
Jon drops his arms, lets his shoulders thump uncomfortably against the wall and waits until his breathing evens out to say, "Wow."
Brendon's still on Jon's lap, his cock is still fucking inside of him, and he nods against Jon's neck and breathes, "Yeah." It takes a few more seconds before he can properly lift himself up and off of Jon. He sits right next to him, scooting back so he can lean against the wall and turn his head to look at Jon. Jon's eyes are dark as he stares at him, and Brendon blushes hard and looks down at his hands resting on his stomach. He still has his shirt on.
He's focusing on breathing and not saying something stupid, and Jon knocks his knee against Brendon's. Brendon looks at him and Jon smiles, and Brendon feels the tension melt away almost instantly. His stomach feels bubbly and Brendon smiles back. Jon scratches his hair and says, "I didn't even know you could do that."
Brendon raises his eyebrows and shakes his head. "Neither did I." He chuckles and Jon laughs too, easy and friendly. Brendon's stomach doesn't stop bubbling.
"You wanna shower? We're kind of gross."
"Ryan and Spencer will complain that we've been gone for too long."
Jon stands up and offers Brendon his hand. Brendon takes it and pulls himself up, feeling slightly ridiculous standing there in his sweat-soaked shirt while Jon's fully naked. "Then we should just do it together and save time." Jon's eyes are warm and his smile is open, easy. Brendon's heart clenches and he says, "Yeah," and waits for Jon to turn the water on. The water warms up and Brendon can already feel the steam hitting him. Jon moves forward and unbuttons Brendon's shirt the rest of the way, sliding it down Brendon's shoulders and off all the way. He leans forward and captures Brendon's lips in a slow, sweet kiss that makes Brendon's pulse race. He breaks away and steps into the shower, and Brendon follows him, smiling as he rests his head in the crook of Jon's neck and lets the warm water soothe their tired bodies.
Pairing: Brendon/Jon
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3000
Summary: This thing, whatever it is, that he has with Jon is still so new and so private, and Brendon has no idea if it's supposed to mean something or not.
Notes: I kept seeing all these awesome pictures from last night's Florida show, and I really like Brendon's black shirt and Jon's curling hair, so this happened. Title taken from that new Coca-Cola song. Beta'd by fallintosilence ♥
He says his final words and lets the roar of the crowd overpower his senses and lift his spirits impossibly higher. He walks off the stage and the rest of the guys follow, and he's so high, so pumped up, the adrenaline still coursing through his body and making him jumpy and restless. He watches Spencer and Ryan laugh at something Zack said and he catches Jon's gaze, his eyes going hot as they meet Brendon's. Brendon swallows and unbuttons another button from the top of his shirt, watches how Jon's eyes sweep over his exposed throat.
He vaguely hears Ryan say something about catching up with Eric, and Spencer mentions going with him, and suddenly they're leaving the room. Brendon's insides erupt with nerves, and he turns around, back to Jon, and walks to his bag. He fiddles around with the zipper and rummages around inside when Jon comes up behind him and grabs his arm forcefully, tugging Brendon against his chest.
Brendon gasps in a breath of air and looks around in panic, tries to see if anyone's around to watch how Jon's other arm snakes around Brendon's waist and sneaks up the front of his shirt, palm gliding over Brendon's sweaty and overheated skin. He feels his stomach jump and Brendon swallows, closes his eyes.
Jon's voice is low and right next to his ear when he says, "Come on. Bathroom."
Brendon bites his lip and thinks yes. But what if Spencer or Ryan decide to take a shower? What of someone knocks on the door and hears them both inside? This thing, whatever it is, that he has with Jon is still so new and so private, and Brendon has no idea if it's supposed to mean something or not. The idea of Ryan or Spencer finding them together, walking in on their secret, makes his stomach clench uncomfortably.
Jon digs his nails into Brendon's skin and Brendon stops thinking, says, "Yes, fuck, okay," and follows Jon's lead to the small venue bathroom.
He's so dirty, skin flushed and sweaty, hair positively soaked, but Jon doesn't push him into the shower like he expects when the bathroom door closes. He just pushes at Brendon's shoulder until Brendon falls down to his knees and places his hands at Jon's waistband, fingers working over the button and zipper, eyes focused. He gets it open and pulls out Jon's cock, already hard, and it makes Brendon's insides thrill, still excited at the newness of it all. They've only done this a handful of times, and Brendon's still not confident he knows exactly what he's doing when he leans forward and licks at the head of Jon's cock. Jon moans anyway and buries his fingers in Brendon's sweaty hair, urging him forward. Brendon opens his mouth and takes the head in, wanting to go slow and get it right, but Jon's not having it. He pushes harder at Brendon's head and Brendon hums against Jon's cock, letting his lips slide down further and hand stroke harder against what he can't fit into his mouth.
He tries to keep it all in his head - no teeth, not too sloppy, try to suck and keep the rhythm consistent - but it's hard when Jon's being sloppy himself, pulling Brendon's hair and thrusting his hips forward. Brendon glares up at him but can't help how his eyes widen instead. Jon's mouth is open and wet, his eyes are half-lidded and hot, and Brendon wants nothing more in this moment than to make Jon come apart. He forgets about Ryan and Spencer possibly finding them, he forgets about anyone else knocking and hearing them, and he sucks particularly hard to get Jon to moan loudly against his own restraints. He feels like he's starting to get a rhythm, starting to really get into the swing of it, and then Jon pulls hard at his hair, pulls him off his cock and leaves Brendon's mouth open and empty. "Jon, what the fuck-"
Jon pushes his jeans down hastily and kicks them off into a corner before getting onto his knees next to Brendon and threading his fingers in Brendon's hair, pulling his face forward and kissing him deeply. Brendon's surprised but goes with it, opening his mouth and moaning, letting Jon control the kiss and keep his grip firm on the back of Brendon's neck. Brendon snakes his hands between their bodies and unbuttons Jon's shirt, running his hands up and down Jon's damp chest and sighing into Jon's mouth. They break apart for air, and Brendon loves how Jon's panting hard and looking at him the way he is, his eyes focused on Brendon as he bites his lip.
Brendon's breathing is labored and he can smell how heavy the air is around them, the small bathroom reeking with the scent of their sweat, and it should make Brendon wrinkle his nose in disgust and want to get in the shower. Instead, he buries his face in Jon's neck and licks at his skin, tasting him. Jon groans, low, and pushes Brendon back so he's lying down, Jon hovering over him. He starts unbuttoning Brendon's pants and says, "Come on, take these off." Brendon smirks at the rough sound of Jon's voice and lifts his hips up to help Jon slide the jeans off his hips. It takes longer than he'd like, the denim sticking uncomfortably to his thighs, but eventually they're off, and Brendon moves his hands to work on the buttons of his shirt when Jon says, "No. Leave it."
He furrows his brow in confusion and then Jon's pulling him up onto his knees again. They begin to ache from how he's kneeling against the hard tiled floor. Jon leans forward and bites Brendon's bottom lip, kisses him quickly on the mouth and orders, "Turn around."
"What?"
"Just do it." Brendon turns and kneels in the other direction, his back to Jon. He hears Jon take off his own shirt and Brendon's reminded of how his shirt is completely plastered to his back, drenched in sweat and open along his throat so he can breathe a little. He feels Jon's hand strong between his shoulder blades and then Jon's pushing, pushing until Brendon takes the hint and leans forward, hands braced on the tile and his back straight, knees spread. His face flushes and his stomach swoops and he wants to tell Jon no way, that this is too much and Brendon doesn't like the idea of being like this in front of Jon, but he doesn't. He keeps his mouth shut and doesn’t think about the way he must look to Jon, on his hands and knees with his shirt stuck to his back, thighs and ass exposed and head bent down. He can almost feel Jon looking, and it's turning him on, the onset of excitement so surprising to him that he just ignores whatever protests his brain is yelling at him and lets Jon have his way.
It's worth it when he feels Jon's warm hands circle around his hip, one of his hands moving to cover a cheek of Brendon's ass and squeezing hard. Jon's voice lowers considerably and he says, "You look so fucking good like this." Brendon breathes out and bites his lips, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. He hears Jon move around behind him, getting a condom from his jeans pocket, opening a small tube of lube he grabbed from his bag before dragging Brendon into the bathroom, and getting himself ready. He pushes a finger hastily into Brendon and Brendon's body tenses immediately, back going rigid and arms locking straight. "Relax, Brendon, come on." It's still new to him, the feeling of something pushing inside, and even though he's tried a few things by himself, it's still a weird feeling for him to adjust to, and Brendon rolls his shoulder and tries to relax his muscles. Jon brings a hand forward and rubs circles into Brendon's back, and Brendon slowly starts to loosen up, almost completely relaxed just as Jon adds a second finger.
"Fuck," he breathes out quietly. Jon curls his finger and he says, "Fuck," again, louder and with more kick behind the word. Jon moves his fingers inside Brendon, stretches him open and pulls them out when he thinks Brendon's ready. He hears Jon spreading more lube over his cock and he smirks at the thought of Jon staring at him while he does it, hand moving over his cock and eyes sweeping over Brendon's ass and back. He spreads his knees further apart and bites his lip at Jon's small groan of approval.
Jon moves forward and places one hand on Brendon's ass, spreading him open as he guides his cock forward with the other. Brendon feels himself start to tense up again as Jon lets the head of his cock brush lightly over Brendon's hole. He doesn't move for a few seconds and Brendon huffs out in impatience, says, "Fucking do it already," and Jon doesn't need any more encouragement than that. He wraps a hand around Brendon's hip and pushes forward hard, pushing past Brendon's resistance until his hips hit Brendon's ass.
Brendon's cock twitches and throbs between his legs at the overwhelming feeling of being flush with Jon. It hits him so hard every time and makes his stomach rush and heart beat faster to know he's letting Jon do this to him, have him in a way Brendon never thought he'd give himself to anyone. He never lets himself focus on that, instead forcing his mind to recognize that he's just fucking around with Jon because his girlfriend couldn't handle being away from him for so long and Brendon's been unattached for a lot longer than he'd like to admit. There's nothing serious or significant about the way Brendon’s heart constricts almost painfully in his chest when Jon starts those first tentative thrusts inside him and moans out how good Brendon feels.
Jon's rhythm picks up pace and he's starting to really move inside Brendon. The sounds of his hips hitting Brendon's ass every time he pushes all the way back in fill the air around him, and Brendon does his best to hold back his pants and moans in case someone might be walking by the bathroom outside and hear them. Jon's grunting, whispering obscenities and pulling Brendon back against his cock, Brendon's knees screaming in agony and his arms threatening to buckle from the strain of holding himself up. Jon doesn't slow down or be more gentle, and Brendon can't hold back the groans, cries, "Oh god, Jon," and pushes back hard, feeling Jon's body jolt.
Jon just grips his hips tighter and miraculously manages to warn, "You gotta be - fuck - quieter than that," but he negates his own warning, pushing his hips forward all the way and moving Brendon's ass back against Jon's cock, groaning, "Brendon, Brendon."
Brendon almost lets his arms buckle and instead says, "Jon," gasping breaths at the overwhelming pressure inside of him. "Jon, stop." Brendon wiggles, tries to pull forward and off of Jon's cock, and eventually Jon lets go of Brendon's hips and lets his cock slip out. Brendon clenches around the emptiness and wants so badly to just roll onto his back and jerk off until he's coming, but he hears Jon breathing hard behind him, so he gets back up on his knees - his back, thighs, everything protesting in pain - and turns to face Jon. His breath catches in his throat at the sight of Jon leaning sideways against the wall and looking at Brendon with questioning eyes. Brendon forgets what he was going to say and leans forward, kisses Jon softly and feels Jon's hand rest against his lower back, his palm hot through the sweaty fabric of Brendon's shirt.
Brendon moves to straddle Jon, Jon turning his body more so he's leaning his back against the wall, his hands coming to rest on Brendon's back as Brendon sits in Jon's lap, kissing him. Jon moves away, mouths at Brendon's ear, and Brendon's grinding down against Jon's cock, moaning and shivering in pleasure as Jon says, "Why stop, Bren?"
Brendon can't stop pushing down, circling his hips and shamelessly grinding against Jon. He mouths at Jon's neck as he moves, revels in Jon's groans and the way he grips tighter at Brendon's shirt with one hand and snakes the other underneath the fabric to touch Brendon's wet skin. Brendon says, "Wanna try it like this," and gets up higher on his knees, angling his hips and bringing his body back down, letting Jon's cock brush against the crack of Brendon's ass.
Jon tips his head back and groans, snapping his eyes open to stare at Brendon and nod. "Yeah, fuck, move up a bit so I can scoot forward." Brendon does, getting back up onto his knees and moving back, letting Jon scoot forward, away from the wall so he has enough room to plant his hands on the floor behind him and lean back against his arms, his legs slightly spread on the floor and his cock resting against his hip, making Brendon's mouth water. He forgets what he was about to do for a second before shaking his head, moving to kneel over Jon's lap and kiss his lips.
Brendon moves his hand back and grips Jon's dick. He lowers himself down carefully, Jon's cock sliding easily inside. Brendon can't help but gasp and close his eyes, and he knows he probably looks ridiculous with his neck tipped back and his shirt still on, but he doesn't care. Jon doesn't seem to care either, because he snaps his hips up eagerly, and Brendon forces himself the rest of the way down and grinds in a slow circle, enjoying Jon's surprised gasp and poorly muffled, "Oh, fuck."
Brendon wraps his arms round Jon's neck and tangles his fingers in Jon's hair. He never stops moving, picking his hips up and sliding back down, rocking forward and back and controlling the pace. He gasps every time he comes down just right or Jon manages to snap his hips up at the perfect angle. When he doesn't have his face buried in Jon's neck, mouth so close to Jon's ear and gasping broken words and phrases, he rests his forehead against Jon's and lets Jon watch him. When their eyes meet, Brendon does his best to ignore the sparks that shoot inside his chest and he focuses instead on how fucking good Jon feels and how amazing it is when Brendon sinks down all the way.
Jon noses at Brendon's jaw and leans up to capture his lips in a heated kiss, tongue surging into Brendon's mouth and Brendon kissing him back just as fiercely. Jon breathes hard against Brendon's lips and closes his eyes. Brendon does the same, concentrates on their pants and how they move together, their consistent rhythm of up, down, forward, back, until his thighs start quivering and Brendon can feel Jon's arms begin to shake. It's all building up so strong, so powerful, and Brendon moans out Jon's name, says, "Oh god, oh god, please," and rests his forehead against Jon's shoulder as his hips slide up and down with no rhythm and he's coming apart, shaking, trembling with it and forcing himself to ride it out until he's done.
Jon makes a surprised noise and gasps, "Did you just-. Bren, you didn't even touch-oh fuck," and then comes undone. Brendon does his best to move his hips and make it last for Jon, lets Jon snap his hips up erratically into Brendon's body and empty himself into the condom.
Jon drops his arms, lets his shoulders thump uncomfortably against the wall and waits until his breathing evens out to say, "Wow."
Brendon's still on Jon's lap, his cock is still fucking inside of him, and he nods against Jon's neck and breathes, "Yeah." It takes a few more seconds before he can properly lift himself up and off of Jon. He sits right next to him, scooting back so he can lean against the wall and turn his head to look at Jon. Jon's eyes are dark as he stares at him, and Brendon blushes hard and looks down at his hands resting on his stomach. He still has his shirt on.
He's focusing on breathing and not saying something stupid, and Jon knocks his knee against Brendon's. Brendon looks at him and Jon smiles, and Brendon feels the tension melt away almost instantly. His stomach feels bubbly and Brendon smiles back. Jon scratches his hair and says, "I didn't even know you could do that."
Brendon raises his eyebrows and shakes his head. "Neither did I." He chuckles and Jon laughs too, easy and friendly. Brendon's stomach doesn't stop bubbling.
"You wanna shower? We're kind of gross."
"Ryan and Spencer will complain that we've been gone for too long."
Jon stands up and offers Brendon his hand. Brendon takes it and pulls himself up, feeling slightly ridiculous standing there in his sweat-soaked shirt while Jon's fully naked. "Then we should just do it together and save time." Jon's eyes are warm and his smile is open, easy. Brendon's heart clenches and he says, "Yeah," and waits for Jon to turn the water on. The water warms up and Brendon can already feel the steam hitting him. Jon moves forward and unbuttons Brendon's shirt the rest of the way, sliding it down Brendon's shoulders and off all the way. He leans forward and captures Brendon's lips in a slow, sweet kiss that makes Brendon's pulse race. He breaks away and steps into the shower, and Brendon follows him, smiling as he rests his head in the crook of Jon's neck and lets the warm water soothe their tired bodies.