fic: Great Start to 2007 (NSFW)
So apparantly it's Unofficial Threesome Friday? I, uh, I have no problems with that. At all.
(I lie! Because this isn't quite a threesome. I feel there is a definite threesome in the future, though.)
Great Start to 2007
P!atD, Haley/Spencer(/Brendon)
NSFW, dirty talk, non-famous girlfriends
"Happy New Year! Wanna have a threesome?"
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"I feel kind of bad for Brendon," Haley says right around the time the adrenaline rush is fading out and Spencer is wishing for his hotel room. Playing Times Square on New Year's is exciting, sure, but it's nearly three in the morning. "I mean, everyone here had a date tonight except for him."
"He says girls are too much trouble. He didn't even ask, uh, what's her name, from the VMAs?" Spencer makes no attempt to hide his yawn.
"Yeah, I didn't say anything about a girl, if you know what I mean." Spencer kind of forgets to close his mouth after yawning, and he just stares at Haley until she grins and taps his cheek. "Oh, don't look so surprised, he was wearing Keltie's heels around the greenroom earlier. And his eyes have a way of, um, wandering whenever you bend over."
"I think it's time to go," Spencer says. "It's late and you are talking crazy talk."
"Happy New Year! Wanna have a threesome?" Haley laughs into her soda when Spencer chokes on air.
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"You know, I was serious about that threesome idea." Haley murmurs the next morning, when they're both drowsing in bed before checkout. She traces circles on Spencer's chest. "It could be fun, if you'd let it."
"Yeah, or it could, y'know, totally mess up the band, and our relationship besides." Spencer grabs her hand and holds it still. "What if you decide you like him better than me?"
"I think the bigger worry is him stealing you away," she says. "You might not have noticed, but he's pretty gay. Besides, Mom would never let me date a Mormon."
"You don't even know that he'd say yes." Spencer sits up enough to check the clock: they've got an hour or so until they risk Ryan coming by and bitching until they go for coffee. Haley sits up as well, and smirks as he lies back down.
"You're totally up for this, aren't you?" She shifts over to sit on him. "You don't want to admit it, but you've totally thought about it."
"You really want to talk about this right now?" Spencer asks plaintively. Her ass is resting right over his half-hard dick, and they're both just wearing boxers, and he's kind of mesmerized by how her breasts bounce lightly with every move.
"Yeah, I think I do." She rests back on her heels. "I think I want to talk about how Brendon could be right here beside me, and how he could be leaning over and licking at my neck while you watched. And you could try to pretend it was just me you were looking at, but all three of us would know better. Especially when I'd scoot backwards and it would be Brendon's hand that reached down to touch you."
Spencer's finding it hard to breathe, suddenly. He gasps when Haley slides down to crouch over his thighs, with a little more wriggling than is strictly necessary. He meets Haley's eyes, and her smirk has faded away, but she's still smiling. She cocks an eyebrow, silently asking if he wants her to stop.
He knows she'd stop if he asked, if he said he was uncomfortable with this. It would be a blatant lie, but she'd stop, because she's not one to push when he's not comfortable. He knows she won't ask again, and if he punks out now she'll drop the idea of a threesome, too.
He raises an eyebrow right back at her and doesn't tell her to stop.
She leans down so she's pretty much lying directly on top of him, and Spencer's hands automatically go to her hips to help keep her balance. She nuzzles at his neck a little, and turns her head so her next words are whispered right in his ear.
"I bet Brendon would give great head," she says. "I bet he'd try to just give you a handjob, but your dick in his hand wouldn't be enough, and he'd see how red your chest gets when you get so turned on, and he'd have to go down on you, he wouldn't be able to help it. Think of those lips wrapped around your cock, that expression he gets when he is just so caught up in what he's doing."
Spencer isn't exactly sure when it happened, but Haley's hand has slipped into his boxers and she's pulling up and down slowly. Every few passes, she reaches up with her thumb and rubs over his slit, spreading precome around the head of his dick. Spencer's eyes are half closed, and he's caught up in the fantasy she's describing.
"Of course, I couldn't let you two have all the fun. Watching would be great, but I can get porn anywhere. While Brendon's working his way towards deep-throating you, you'd be trying to keep quiet, because you know Ryan saw Brendon come into your room and you don't want Ryan and Jon to hear what's going on.
"You'd ask me to come up the bed, and I probably wouldn't make you beg too much. I'd sit right over you and hold on to the headboard, and you'd eat me out while Brendon holds your hips down." Haley presses three fingers in Spencer's mouth, and he can taste that she'd been fingering herself while she talked. He licks and sucks on her fingers eagerly.
"You'd be so turned on. You'd want to fuck his mouth, but he wouldn't let you. If you kept trying, he'd probably pull off and bite at your thigh. He'd realize you don't bruise easy, and then he'd start biting and sucking, all up your thighs and across your hips, knowing he wouldn't leave a mark."
Haley pulls her fingers from Spencer's mouth and wraps that hand around his dick, spreading his saliva down. Spencer moans as she shifts backwards, not letting go of him while she pulls her shorts down. She bites at his mouth and licks into a kiss once she's naked, and works his dick out of the gap in his boxers. She crouches just over him, one hand still just holding his cock, and Spencer knows if she doesn't move soon he's going to start begging.
"We'd switch places then, me and Brendon." She sounds breathless and a little more ragged than before. "He'd maybe kiss you, maybe not, and you'd want to blow him so bad. I'd be thinking it would be useless to follow up his blowjob with my own, and your mouth would have gotten me ready to go anyway, so I'd just sink right down."
"Oh, god," Spencer barely manages to keep it from being a scream as she slides down onto him. She's so hot and wet, and they've never fucked without a condom before, and Spencer can't help but buck up into her. Haley gasps, and squeezes tighter around him.
"It's, it's just like this," she manages, tripping over her words as she pushes up with her thighs and then sinks back down. "Only you can't see me, just feel what I'm doing, and Brendon's dick in your mouth is keeping you quiet. Nothing sh-shuts Brendon up, though, and he's talking, just, nonsense words."
"Fuck, Haley," Spencer's fingers are digging into her hips, and with his help she starts moving faster. She looses track of the words, slamming down onto him, gasping for breath.
Then she jerks his hands off of her and slams his wrists down onto the mattress, pinning him in place. She locks her legs on the outside of Spencer's, and when she speaks it sounds like a growl.
"You'd grab his ass, try to force him deeper down your throat. That's too much, and he chokes out your name as he comes." She clenches around Spencer and holds it. Spencer's eyes roll back in his head. "You have to swallow so you don't choke, and he falls back against me, and part of his come lands on your cheek.
"You and I are both so close, and Brendon reaches back, fingers me," Haley doesn't rise up Spencer's cock at all, just rolls her hips so that he's forced deeper inside. The motion also shifts his boxers, the silky material rubbing against skin, and they both moan. "I've got, got his fingers on my clit, and you inside, and, fuck, Spence!"
The clenching of her orgasm brings his own, and when Spencer clenches his eyes shut he imagines Brendon and Haley, kissing just over him. Haley collapses against his chest, both of them sweaty and panting.
When he can move, Spencer shifts Haley to the side and pulls off his now messy boxers, using them to wipe her up gently before tossing them aside. She smiles her thanks without opening her eyes; he loves how boneless she gets after sex. She holds out a hand, and Spencer curls up with her.
"You're still taking the pill, right?" Spencer asks once his breathing is calmer. Their legs are tangled together, and Haley sounds like she's nearly drifted back to sleep.
"Yes, dear," Haley mumbles into his neck. "Stop worrying. Enjoy the afterglow. Cuddle, boy, cuddle!"
Spencer reaches down and pulls up the blanket, their sweat mostly dry and the room getting chilly. She snuggles down into his arm a bit more, and he decides she's probably right, and worrying can wait until later.
(I lie! Because this isn't quite a threesome. I feel there is a definite threesome in the future, though.)
Great Start to 2007
P!atD, Haley/Spencer(/Brendon)
NSFW, dirty talk, non-famous girlfriends
"Happy New Year! Wanna have a threesome?"
----
"I feel kind of bad for Brendon," Haley says right around the time the adrenaline rush is fading out and Spencer is wishing for his hotel room. Playing Times Square on New Year's is exciting, sure, but it's nearly three in the morning. "I mean, everyone here had a date tonight except for him."
"He says girls are too much trouble. He didn't even ask, uh, what's her name, from the VMAs?" Spencer makes no attempt to hide his yawn.
"Yeah, I didn't say anything about a girl, if you know what I mean." Spencer kind of forgets to close his mouth after yawning, and he just stares at Haley until she grins and taps his cheek. "Oh, don't look so surprised, he was wearing Keltie's heels around the greenroom earlier. And his eyes have a way of, um, wandering whenever you bend over."
"I think it's time to go," Spencer says. "It's late and you are talking crazy talk."
"Happy New Year! Wanna have a threesome?" Haley laughs into her soda when Spencer chokes on air.
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"You know, I was serious about that threesome idea." Haley murmurs the next morning, when they're both drowsing in bed before checkout. She traces circles on Spencer's chest. "It could be fun, if you'd let it."
"Yeah, or it could, y'know, totally mess up the band, and our relationship besides." Spencer grabs her hand and holds it still. "What if you decide you like him better than me?"
"I think the bigger worry is him stealing you away," she says. "You might not have noticed, but he's pretty gay. Besides, Mom would never let me date a Mormon."
"You don't even know that he'd say yes." Spencer sits up enough to check the clock: they've got an hour or so until they risk Ryan coming by and bitching until they go for coffee. Haley sits up as well, and smirks as he lies back down.
"You're totally up for this, aren't you?" She shifts over to sit on him. "You don't want to admit it, but you've totally thought about it."
"You really want to talk about this right now?" Spencer asks plaintively. Her ass is resting right over his half-hard dick, and they're both just wearing boxers, and he's kind of mesmerized by how her breasts bounce lightly with every move.
"Yeah, I think I do." She rests back on her heels. "I think I want to talk about how Brendon could be right here beside me, and how he could be leaning over and licking at my neck while you watched. And you could try to pretend it was just me you were looking at, but all three of us would know better. Especially when I'd scoot backwards and it would be Brendon's hand that reached down to touch you."
Spencer's finding it hard to breathe, suddenly. He gasps when Haley slides down to crouch over his thighs, with a little more wriggling than is strictly necessary. He meets Haley's eyes, and her smirk has faded away, but she's still smiling. She cocks an eyebrow, silently asking if he wants her to stop.
He knows she'd stop if he asked, if he said he was uncomfortable with this. It would be a blatant lie, but she'd stop, because she's not one to push when he's not comfortable. He knows she won't ask again, and if he punks out now she'll drop the idea of a threesome, too.
He raises an eyebrow right back at her and doesn't tell her to stop.
She leans down so she's pretty much lying directly on top of him, and Spencer's hands automatically go to her hips to help keep her balance. She nuzzles at his neck a little, and turns her head so her next words are whispered right in his ear.
"I bet Brendon would give great head," she says. "I bet he'd try to just give you a handjob, but your dick in his hand wouldn't be enough, and he'd see how red your chest gets when you get so turned on, and he'd have to go down on you, he wouldn't be able to help it. Think of those lips wrapped around your cock, that expression he gets when he is just so caught up in what he's doing."
Spencer isn't exactly sure when it happened, but Haley's hand has slipped into his boxers and she's pulling up and down slowly. Every few passes, she reaches up with her thumb and rubs over his slit, spreading precome around the head of his dick. Spencer's eyes are half closed, and he's caught up in the fantasy she's describing.
"Of course, I couldn't let you two have all the fun. Watching would be great, but I can get porn anywhere. While Brendon's working his way towards deep-throating you, you'd be trying to keep quiet, because you know Ryan saw Brendon come into your room and you don't want Ryan and Jon to hear what's going on.
"You'd ask me to come up the bed, and I probably wouldn't make you beg too much. I'd sit right over you and hold on to the headboard, and you'd eat me out while Brendon holds your hips down." Haley presses three fingers in Spencer's mouth, and he can taste that she'd been fingering herself while she talked. He licks and sucks on her fingers eagerly.
"You'd be so turned on. You'd want to fuck his mouth, but he wouldn't let you. If you kept trying, he'd probably pull off and bite at your thigh. He'd realize you don't bruise easy, and then he'd start biting and sucking, all up your thighs and across your hips, knowing he wouldn't leave a mark."
Haley pulls her fingers from Spencer's mouth and wraps that hand around his dick, spreading his saliva down. Spencer moans as she shifts backwards, not letting go of him while she pulls her shorts down. She bites at his mouth and licks into a kiss once she's naked, and works his dick out of the gap in his boxers. She crouches just over him, one hand still just holding his cock, and Spencer knows if she doesn't move soon he's going to start begging.
"We'd switch places then, me and Brendon." She sounds breathless and a little more ragged than before. "He'd maybe kiss you, maybe not, and you'd want to blow him so bad. I'd be thinking it would be useless to follow up his blowjob with my own, and your mouth would have gotten me ready to go anyway, so I'd just sink right down."
"Oh, god," Spencer barely manages to keep it from being a scream as she slides down onto him. She's so hot and wet, and they've never fucked without a condom before, and Spencer can't help but buck up into her. Haley gasps, and squeezes tighter around him.
"It's, it's just like this," she manages, tripping over her words as she pushes up with her thighs and then sinks back down. "Only you can't see me, just feel what I'm doing, and Brendon's dick in your mouth is keeping you quiet. Nothing sh-shuts Brendon up, though, and he's talking, just, nonsense words."
"Fuck, Haley," Spencer's fingers are digging into her hips, and with his help she starts moving faster. She looses track of the words, slamming down onto him, gasping for breath.
Then she jerks his hands off of her and slams his wrists down onto the mattress, pinning him in place. She locks her legs on the outside of Spencer's, and when she speaks it sounds like a growl.
"You'd grab his ass, try to force him deeper down your throat. That's too much, and he chokes out your name as he comes." She clenches around Spencer and holds it. Spencer's eyes roll back in his head. "You have to swallow so you don't choke, and he falls back against me, and part of his come lands on your cheek.
"You and I are both so close, and Brendon reaches back, fingers me," Haley doesn't rise up Spencer's cock at all, just rolls her hips so that he's forced deeper inside. The motion also shifts his boxers, the silky material rubbing against skin, and they both moan. "I've got, got his fingers on my clit, and you inside, and, fuck, Spence!"
The clenching of her orgasm brings his own, and when Spencer clenches his eyes shut he imagines Brendon and Haley, kissing just over him. Haley collapses against his chest, both of them sweaty and panting.
When he can move, Spencer shifts Haley to the side and pulls off his now messy boxers, using them to wipe her up gently before tossing them aside. She smiles her thanks without opening her eyes; he loves how boneless she gets after sex. She holds out a hand, and Spencer curls up with her.
"You're still taking the pill, right?" Spencer asks once his breathing is calmer. Their legs are tangled together, and Haley sounds like she's nearly drifted back to sleep.
"Yes, dear," Haley mumbles into his neck. "Stop worrying. Enjoy the afterglow. Cuddle, boy, cuddle!"
Spencer reaches down and pulls up the blanket, their sweat mostly dry and the room getting chilly. She snuggles down into his arm a bit more, and he decides she's probably right, and worrying can wait until later.