curiosity killed the cat :: brendon/travis :: nc-17
Title: Curiosity Killed The Cat
Pairing: Brendon/Travis
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Short drabble, inspired by this. 540 words.
It's kind of surreal, if he let's his mind clear enough to actually think about where he is and what he's doing. The feeling of hands clamped tight around his hips is definitely new. Brendon hears Travis grunt and feels himself being pulled back harder onto Travis' cock. "Fuck," he breaths out. His arms are shaking, about to give out and collapse under his body, and his knees fucking hurt from how they're rubbing harshly against the grainy carpet beneath him.
He tries not to think about how they got here, a few drinks too many, whispered curiosities and challenging eyes. Instead, he gives himself over to the sensations, the in-and-out rhythm of Travis moving behind him, the steady pressure building inside of him, the uneven pattern of his ragged breaths. Brendon closes his eyes and spreads his knees farther apart, feeling the burn in his thighs and ass. It all hurts in the best way possible, the pain never really going away but fading to the background, making the pleasure stand out white-hot against the discomfort.
Travis moves one of his hands away from Brendon's hip and rests it on his lower back, pushing down and forcing his thighs even further apart. He hears Travis groan, hears him say, "Fuck, this is-"
And Brendon answers, "Yeah," bows his head and reaches his arm down and back, taking himself into his fist and pumping hard, totally out of sync with Travis' thrusts but in beat with the rapid pounding of his heart.
Travis' thrusts get more erratic and the sound of their skin slapping together overpowers the rushing swirl of blood in Brendon's ears. He's making so much noise, he's aware of at least that much, but he can't bring himself to silence any of it. Travis pushes forward a few more times before he groans low and gasps, says, "Jesus, Brendon," and pulls out. Travis shoves two fingers into Brendon right away, and Brendon can hear the sound of a condom being pulled off and the wet slip-slide sounds of Travis' hand working furiously over his cock.
Brendon pushes back onto the fingers, willing Travis to help him out a little. Travis curls them and Brendon finally lets his arm collapse, forehead pushing at the floor as he clenches around Travis' fingers and comes in his fist. When he finishes, it takes a few seconds to regain awareness of everything happening around him, and he can feel Travis' fingers still inside him, not moving but there. Travis grunts and manages a barely audible cry of Brendon's name before he feels wetness splash on his lower back, between his shoulder blades, everywhere. Brendon has to bite into his hand to keep from making any noise at that, but it's hot, Travis coming on his skin and gasping the whole time behind him.
When he finishes, Travis pulls his fingers out and moves back, moves away. Brendon takes a few more seconds to himself and then lifts up, turns to face Travis kneeling on the ground, mirroring his position. They lock eyes and Brendon feels his stomach clench dramatically and his heart leap in his throat. Travis shakes his head and stares at the ground, disbelieving. He says, "Let's get cleaned up."
Pairing: Brendon/Travis
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Short drabble, inspired by this. 540 words.
It's kind of surreal, if he let's his mind clear enough to actually think about where he is and what he's doing. The feeling of hands clamped tight around his hips is definitely new. Brendon hears Travis grunt and feels himself being pulled back harder onto Travis' cock. "Fuck," he breaths out. His arms are shaking, about to give out and collapse under his body, and his knees fucking hurt from how they're rubbing harshly against the grainy carpet beneath him.
He tries not to think about how they got here, a few drinks too many, whispered curiosities and challenging eyes. Instead, he gives himself over to the sensations, the in-and-out rhythm of Travis moving behind him, the steady pressure building inside of him, the uneven pattern of his ragged breaths. Brendon closes his eyes and spreads his knees farther apart, feeling the burn in his thighs and ass. It all hurts in the best way possible, the pain never really going away but fading to the background, making the pleasure stand out white-hot against the discomfort.
Travis moves one of his hands away from Brendon's hip and rests it on his lower back, pushing down and forcing his thighs even further apart. He hears Travis groan, hears him say, "Fuck, this is-"
And Brendon answers, "Yeah," bows his head and reaches his arm down and back, taking himself into his fist and pumping hard, totally out of sync with Travis' thrusts but in beat with the rapid pounding of his heart.
Travis' thrusts get more erratic and the sound of their skin slapping together overpowers the rushing swirl of blood in Brendon's ears. He's making so much noise, he's aware of at least that much, but he can't bring himself to silence any of it. Travis pushes forward a few more times before he groans low and gasps, says, "Jesus, Brendon," and pulls out. Travis shoves two fingers into Brendon right away, and Brendon can hear the sound of a condom being pulled off and the wet slip-slide sounds of Travis' hand working furiously over his cock.
Brendon pushes back onto the fingers, willing Travis to help him out a little. Travis curls them and Brendon finally lets his arm collapse, forehead pushing at the floor as he clenches around Travis' fingers and comes in his fist. When he finishes, it takes a few seconds to regain awareness of everything happening around him, and he can feel Travis' fingers still inside him, not moving but there. Travis grunts and manages a barely audible cry of Brendon's name before he feels wetness splash on his lower back, between his shoulder blades, everywhere. Brendon has to bite into his hand to keep from making any noise at that, but it's hot, Travis coming on his skin and gasping the whole time behind him.
When he finishes, Travis pulls his fingers out and moves back, moves away. Brendon takes a few more seconds to himself and then lifts up, turns to face Travis kneeling on the ground, mirroring his position. They lock eyes and Brendon feels his stomach clench dramatically and his heart leap in his throat. Travis shakes his head and stares at the ground, disbelieving. He says, "Let's get cleaned up."