Springtime for Gaymos
Title: Springtime for Gaymos
Author: Telis (theaerosolkid)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Panic! At the Disco. The gay orgy continues; technically it's Jon/Ryan, Jon/Brendon, Brendon/Spencer with hints of Brendon/Ryan and Spencer/Ryan. \o/
Summary: Brendon decides that the cabin needs a little more Easter spirit.
Word Count: 1790
Disclaimer: It's all fake; standard disclaimers apply.
A/N: This is based off those "sex bracelets" -- they were these little coloured plasticky bracelets that purportedly girls wore, advertising what sexual acts they were willing to perform on boys...black for making out, red for lap-dance, whatever. Credit for the idea, as with most of my weirder stuff, goes to my sister Mimi, vertigoxcured, the weirdo.
"You found one!" Brendon cried out in victory, and tackled Ryan, pinning him to the couch and kissing him enthusiastically.
"Whafuck?" he mumbled against Brendon, pushing him away.
"The egg, dorkass," Brendon said, rolling his eyes. "Pink is for makeouts." Ryan stared at the small plastic egg in his hand and popped it open. There were a few M&Ms rattling around, and he tossed them into his mouth.
"Okay, what now?" he asked through his mouthful of chocolate.
"It's an Easter egg hunt!" Brendon explained. "Different colours, you get different prizes. Pink, you get makeouts. Green is dry-humping, blue is a blowjob, purple is a handjob, and orange is fucking!" Ryan kept staring. "Come on, it's a great idea."
"Have you already hidden all of the eggs?" Ryan asked.
"Nah, Zach did, when he was here earlier. So I can go hunting too, and get prizes," Brendon said smugly.
"Who gives out the prizes?" Ryan asked, pushing the two halves of the empty egg together absentmindedly.
"You pick, of course," Brendon said, impatient. "Are you gonna make out with me or not?"
"Nah," Ryan said, standing up. "D'you know where Spence is?"
"Hey!!" Brendon yelped indignantly as Ryan walked away, chuckling.
--
"Can we trade?" Jon asked through a mouthful of marshmallow Peep. "'Cause, like, I really want a blowjob right now." He held up a purple egg. "Ryan, you got any blues?"
"Sure," Ryan said, reaching into his pocket. "Hey, get over here and jerk me off, okay?"
"That's not how it's supposed to work," Brendon said, cranky. "You're not supposed to trade, all the prizes are really awesome anyway."
"Hey, there's lube in this one," Jon said, surprised, opening the purple. "Nice, I don't have to do it dry. Ooohh, it's flavoured, even!" He squeezed some of it into his hand, coating his fingers.
"I told you this was awesome," Brendon sulked. Jon rolled his eyes and pulled Ryan into his lap, sliding a hand into his sweatpants, wrapping thick fingers around Ryan's cock, stroking him to hardness. "Nobody ever thinks I have good ideas."
"Shut up," Ryan hissed, and Jon giggled a little. "I am trying to enjoy this, you assha-ohh, fuck, yeah." Jon was twisting his wrist nimbly, rubbing firm circles into the head with his thumb, undulating gentle pressure with his other four fingers. Brendon huffed out an annoyed sigh.
"When I'm done here," Jon murmured, kissing at Ryan's neck and biting softly, "I get my prize, remember, I've got a blue egg now."
"S-sure," Ryan gasped, snapping his hips up into Jon's fist. "Unh, that's good."
"What makes you think I meant you?" Jon teased. "I want Brendon to blow me, thanks much."
"Fuck you," Ryan grunted. "Shit, yeah." Brendon looked up, interested.
"Don't bitch, Ryan, I got an orange," he said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Ryan's throat, licking his skin softly. "Play nice, I might fuck you later."
"I think Spence is hoarding them," Jon mused, flicking his wrist and grinning when Ryan's eyes widened comically and he came whimpering into Jon's fist. "Mmmh, there you go," he said, tilting Ryan's head back and kissing him hungrily. "This is a great tradition, we're totally doing it next year, too."
"Yeah," Ryan breathed, voice husky, nosing at Jon's throat before slithering away and settling on the couch to watch contentedly as Brendon crawled on his hands and knees to Jon, nudging at his knee, urging him to spread his legs. Jon dangled his hand, messy with Ryan's come, in front of Brendon.
"Here," he murmured. Brendon fluttered his eyelashes and then poked his tongue out, flicking it over Jon's knuckles, lapping eagerly. He sucked Jon's fingers into his mouth, one by one, swallowing, working his tongue around the grooves of his hand, teething gently at the rough skin, cleaning him. Jon pulled his hand away, smirking a little at Brendon's discontented grumble, and shucked off his sweatpants. He curved a hand around Brendon's skull, and pulled him in closer, rubbing his cock against Brendon's full lips, slick with spit.
"Hey," Spencer said, walking in with a large mug of coffee. "You found a blue."
"I did, actually," Ryan said, tugging at Spencer's arm, trying to get him out of the way. "We traded, I wanted a handjob."
"Weirdo," Spencer said, putting down his mug and dropping to the couch, curling around Ryan.
"Shut up," Ryan griped, "I'm trying to watch, here." Spencer chuckled and kissed his temple, turning his attention to Brendon and Jon.
Brendon was curled on his knees between Jon's legs, stroking one hand up the inside of his thigh, digging his fingernails in, leaving white marks. The other was curled around Jon's cock, pumping briskly as he sucked at the head, making sweet little appreciative noises in the back of his throat, swallowing around Jon's cock.
His head was bobbing gently, sliding halfway down slowly and coming up quick, sucking and pushing his tongue along the underside then back up to stroke across the slit, pulling off briefly to dance his tongue down the length, mouthing at Jon's balls before sliding back up, licking around the pre-come gathered, taking the length in his mouth again, choking a little before slowing down a bit, hollowing his cheeks, sucking hard. Jon's head was thrown back, and he was groaning low, fisting his hands in Brendon's hair, pulling gently, sucking in hard gasping breaths.
"Close," he ground out, and Brendon sucked harder, cupping Jon's knee, swallowing hungrily as Jon came with a grunt.
"Happy Easter," Brendon said throatily, rocking back onto his heels and swiping the back of his wrist at his mouth delicately.
Ryan threw a pillow at him. "It's not even until Sunday, you moron."
"Yeah, and I won't be here," Brendon retorted. "Family dinner, remember. I'm leaving Saturday night."
"Me too," Spencer said, kissing at the back of Ryan's neck. "You staying here?"
"Yeah, I guess," he mumbled.
"Me too," Jon said easily, not bothering to pull his sweatpants. Brendon giggled a little.
"Stay here, use up any eggs you've got left," he suggested.
"Zach hid 'em pretty well," Spencer said. "Tricky bastard."
"Did we remember to order that candy basket for him?" Brendon asked, reaching across Jon for a Red Bull.
"Yeah," Ryan said. "That fucking huge thing, that was ridiculous."
"He'll love it," Jon said, biting at the crook of Brendon's elbow. "No more caffeine for you, freak, you're hyper enough."
Brendon grumbled but put the can down, unopened, and turned to Spencer expectantly. "Hey, I got an orange one. Wanna fuck me, Spence?"
"I thought you were going to fuck me," Ryan said, rolling his eyes, letting Spencer climb over him gracefully.
Brendon waved his hand dismissively. "I'll find another one, I gave Zach lots of orange ones to hide."
"I'm not fucking you on the floor," Spence said, sliding his hand around Brendon's waist and down to his ass, cupping gently before squeezing hard. Brendon squeaked a little. He headed towards one of the bedrooms, dragging Brendon with him.
Jon shrugged and went back to his breakfast; Ryan dozed off to sleep.
--
"Lube?" Spencer asked, and Brendon popped the egg open, tossing him a little packet. "Strawberry flavoured? God, you're a dorky little gaymo." Brendon flipped him off but settled onto his back, spreading his legs and canting his hips up invitingly. Spencer spread lube across his fingers and teased at Brendon's opening with one fingertip, smirking at his low, insistent whine.
Brendon arched into it, trying to force Spencer's finger inside of him. Spencer snickered and then obliged, pushing two in at once, spreading them and curling, watching as Brendon cried out, throwing his hands over his eyes. "Fuck, Spence, already, I'm-"
"Yeah," Spencer breathed, lining up and pushing in hard, pulling a long moan from Brendon's throat. "Fuck."
Brendon wrapped his legs around Spencer's waist, pulling him in, rolling his hips. Spencer grunted and started pounding into him, hard, setting up a fast pace and keeping to it. Brendon bucked up into him, meeting him thrust for thrust, tangling fingers in Spencer's hair.
"Ha-harder," he begged. "Come on, Spence, fuck me harder." Spencer groaned and flipped them over nimbly, pushing Brendon on top of him, gripping at his hips.
"Ride me," he ordered, and Brendon obeyed, throwing his head back and bracing his hands on Spencer's chest, pinching his nipple, drawing a hiss before he started bouncing, clenching his thighs around Spencer's hips. "Good," Spencer gasped. "Yeah, there you go. Fuck."
Brendon leaned forward, biting Spencer's neck and sucking at the skin until he smacked his ass. "Stop it, fuckwit, I don't want a hickey." Brendon ground down on Spencer's dick, sitting back up with a huff, arching his back and sliding a hand down to his cock, stroking jerkily until Spencer batted his hand away, twisting at the base, squeezing gently and pumping, watching breathlessly as Brendon fucked himself back onto Spencer's cock and up into his fist, making soft high moans of pleasure, curling his fingers into the ridges of Spencer's collarbones, tugging and writhing in pleasure.
He gasped, suddenly, and clenched down around Spencer, coming hard and wailing in pleasure as Spencer followed suit, slicking up his insides.
"Happy Easter," he breathed, pulling away and dropping back to the mattress.
--
"Spencer?"
"Yeah, Mom?" he called out, setting the dinner table, tripping over another tiny cousin running around with fistfuls of melting chocolate eggs.
"Why do you have a whole backpack full of plastic Easter eggs?"
Author: Telis (theaerosolkid)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Panic! At the Disco. The gay orgy continues; technically it's Jon/Ryan, Jon/Brendon, Brendon/Spencer with hints of Brendon/Ryan and Spencer/Ryan. \o/
Summary: Brendon decides that the cabin needs a little more Easter spirit.
Word Count: 1790
Disclaimer: It's all fake; standard disclaimers apply.
A/N: This is based off those "sex bracelets" -- they were these little coloured plasticky bracelets that purportedly girls wore, advertising what sexual acts they were willing to perform on boys...black for making out, red for lap-dance, whatever. Credit for the idea, as with most of my weirder stuff, goes to my sister Mimi, vertigoxcured, the weirdo.
"You found one!" Brendon cried out in victory, and tackled Ryan, pinning him to the couch and kissing him enthusiastically.
"Whafuck?" he mumbled against Brendon, pushing him away.
"The egg, dorkass," Brendon said, rolling his eyes. "Pink is for makeouts." Ryan stared at the small plastic egg in his hand and popped it open. There were a few M&Ms rattling around, and he tossed them into his mouth.
"Okay, what now?" he asked through his mouthful of chocolate.
"It's an Easter egg hunt!" Brendon explained. "Different colours, you get different prizes. Pink, you get makeouts. Green is dry-humping, blue is a blowjob, purple is a handjob, and orange is fucking!" Ryan kept staring. "Come on, it's a great idea."
"Have you already hidden all of the eggs?" Ryan asked.
"Nah, Zach did, when he was here earlier. So I can go hunting too, and get prizes," Brendon said smugly.
"Who gives out the prizes?" Ryan asked, pushing the two halves of the empty egg together absentmindedly.
"You pick, of course," Brendon said, impatient. "Are you gonna make out with me or not?"
"Nah," Ryan said, standing up. "D'you know where Spence is?"
"Hey!!" Brendon yelped indignantly as Ryan walked away, chuckling.
--
"Can we trade?" Jon asked through a mouthful of marshmallow Peep. "'Cause, like, I really want a blowjob right now." He held up a purple egg. "Ryan, you got any blues?"
"Sure," Ryan said, reaching into his pocket. "Hey, get over here and jerk me off, okay?"
"That's not how it's supposed to work," Brendon said, cranky. "You're not supposed to trade, all the prizes are really awesome anyway."
"Hey, there's lube in this one," Jon said, surprised, opening the purple. "Nice, I don't have to do it dry. Ooohh, it's flavoured, even!" He squeezed some of it into his hand, coating his fingers.
"I told you this was awesome," Brendon sulked. Jon rolled his eyes and pulled Ryan into his lap, sliding a hand into his sweatpants, wrapping thick fingers around Ryan's cock, stroking him to hardness. "Nobody ever thinks I have good ideas."
"Shut up," Ryan hissed, and Jon giggled a little. "I am trying to enjoy this, you assha-ohh, fuck, yeah." Jon was twisting his wrist nimbly, rubbing firm circles into the head with his thumb, undulating gentle pressure with his other four fingers. Brendon huffed out an annoyed sigh.
"When I'm done here," Jon murmured, kissing at Ryan's neck and biting softly, "I get my prize, remember, I've got a blue egg now."
"S-sure," Ryan gasped, snapping his hips up into Jon's fist. "Unh, that's good."
"What makes you think I meant you?" Jon teased. "I want Brendon to blow me, thanks much."
"Fuck you," Ryan grunted. "Shit, yeah." Brendon looked up, interested.
"Don't bitch, Ryan, I got an orange," he said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Ryan's throat, licking his skin softly. "Play nice, I might fuck you later."
"I think Spence is hoarding them," Jon mused, flicking his wrist and grinning when Ryan's eyes widened comically and he came whimpering into Jon's fist. "Mmmh, there you go," he said, tilting Ryan's head back and kissing him hungrily. "This is a great tradition, we're totally doing it next year, too."
"Yeah," Ryan breathed, voice husky, nosing at Jon's throat before slithering away and settling on the couch to watch contentedly as Brendon crawled on his hands and knees to Jon, nudging at his knee, urging him to spread his legs. Jon dangled his hand, messy with Ryan's come, in front of Brendon.
"Here," he murmured. Brendon fluttered his eyelashes and then poked his tongue out, flicking it over Jon's knuckles, lapping eagerly. He sucked Jon's fingers into his mouth, one by one, swallowing, working his tongue around the grooves of his hand, teething gently at the rough skin, cleaning him. Jon pulled his hand away, smirking a little at Brendon's discontented grumble, and shucked off his sweatpants. He curved a hand around Brendon's skull, and pulled him in closer, rubbing his cock against Brendon's full lips, slick with spit.
"Hey," Spencer said, walking in with a large mug of coffee. "You found a blue."
"I did, actually," Ryan said, tugging at Spencer's arm, trying to get him out of the way. "We traded, I wanted a handjob."
"Weirdo," Spencer said, putting down his mug and dropping to the couch, curling around Ryan.
"Shut up," Ryan griped, "I'm trying to watch, here." Spencer chuckled and kissed his temple, turning his attention to Brendon and Jon.
Brendon was curled on his knees between Jon's legs, stroking one hand up the inside of his thigh, digging his fingernails in, leaving white marks. The other was curled around Jon's cock, pumping briskly as he sucked at the head, making sweet little appreciative noises in the back of his throat, swallowing around Jon's cock.
His head was bobbing gently, sliding halfway down slowly and coming up quick, sucking and pushing his tongue along the underside then back up to stroke across the slit, pulling off briefly to dance his tongue down the length, mouthing at Jon's balls before sliding back up, licking around the pre-come gathered, taking the length in his mouth again, choking a little before slowing down a bit, hollowing his cheeks, sucking hard. Jon's head was thrown back, and he was groaning low, fisting his hands in Brendon's hair, pulling gently, sucking in hard gasping breaths.
"Close," he ground out, and Brendon sucked harder, cupping Jon's knee, swallowing hungrily as Jon came with a grunt.
"Happy Easter," Brendon said throatily, rocking back onto his heels and swiping the back of his wrist at his mouth delicately.
Ryan threw a pillow at him. "It's not even until Sunday, you moron."
"Yeah, and I won't be here," Brendon retorted. "Family dinner, remember. I'm leaving Saturday night."
"Me too," Spencer said, kissing at the back of Ryan's neck. "You staying here?"
"Yeah, I guess," he mumbled.
"Me too," Jon said easily, not bothering to pull his sweatpants. Brendon giggled a little.
"Stay here, use up any eggs you've got left," he suggested.
"Zach hid 'em pretty well," Spencer said. "Tricky bastard."
"Did we remember to order that candy basket for him?" Brendon asked, reaching across Jon for a Red Bull.
"Yeah," Ryan said. "That fucking huge thing, that was ridiculous."
"He'll love it," Jon said, biting at the crook of Brendon's elbow. "No more caffeine for you, freak, you're hyper enough."
Brendon grumbled but put the can down, unopened, and turned to Spencer expectantly. "Hey, I got an orange one. Wanna fuck me, Spence?"
"I thought you were going to fuck me," Ryan said, rolling his eyes, letting Spencer climb over him gracefully.
Brendon waved his hand dismissively. "I'll find another one, I gave Zach lots of orange ones to hide."
"I'm not fucking you on the floor," Spence said, sliding his hand around Brendon's waist and down to his ass, cupping gently before squeezing hard. Brendon squeaked a little. He headed towards one of the bedrooms, dragging Brendon with him.
Jon shrugged and went back to his breakfast; Ryan dozed off to sleep.
--
"Lube?" Spencer asked, and Brendon popped the egg open, tossing him a little packet. "Strawberry flavoured? God, you're a dorky little gaymo." Brendon flipped him off but settled onto his back, spreading his legs and canting his hips up invitingly. Spencer spread lube across his fingers and teased at Brendon's opening with one fingertip, smirking at his low, insistent whine.
Brendon arched into it, trying to force Spencer's finger inside of him. Spencer snickered and then obliged, pushing two in at once, spreading them and curling, watching as Brendon cried out, throwing his hands over his eyes. "Fuck, Spence, already, I'm-"
"Yeah," Spencer breathed, lining up and pushing in hard, pulling a long moan from Brendon's throat. "Fuck."
Brendon wrapped his legs around Spencer's waist, pulling him in, rolling his hips. Spencer grunted and started pounding into him, hard, setting up a fast pace and keeping to it. Brendon bucked up into him, meeting him thrust for thrust, tangling fingers in Spencer's hair.
"Ha-harder," he begged. "Come on, Spence, fuck me harder." Spencer groaned and flipped them over nimbly, pushing Brendon on top of him, gripping at his hips.
"Ride me," he ordered, and Brendon obeyed, throwing his head back and bracing his hands on Spencer's chest, pinching his nipple, drawing a hiss before he started bouncing, clenching his thighs around Spencer's hips. "Good," Spencer gasped. "Yeah, there you go. Fuck."
Brendon leaned forward, biting Spencer's neck and sucking at the skin until he smacked his ass. "Stop it, fuckwit, I don't want a hickey." Brendon ground down on Spencer's dick, sitting back up with a huff, arching his back and sliding a hand down to his cock, stroking jerkily until Spencer batted his hand away, twisting at the base, squeezing gently and pumping, watching breathlessly as Brendon fucked himself back onto Spencer's cock and up into his fist, making soft high moans of pleasure, curling his fingers into the ridges of Spencer's collarbones, tugging and writhing in pleasure.
He gasped, suddenly, and clenched down around Spencer, coming hard and wailing in pleasure as Spencer followed suit, slicking up his insides.
"Happy Easter," he breathed, pulling away and dropping back to the mattress.
--
"Spencer?"
"Yeah, Mom?" he called out, setting the dinner table, tripping over another tiny cousin running around with fistfuls of melting chocolate eggs.
"Why do you have a whole backpack full of plastic Easter eggs?"