Stealing Kisses (always-a-girl Brendon/Spencer)
Title: Stealing Kisses
Warnings: This is 6,000 words of straight porn, by which I mean het porn and nothing else
Summary: Always-a-girl Brendon/Spencer first-time awkward teenage sex. Let's all pretend there was a bad sex ficathon for which this story was written.
Super thanks to octette for the world's speediest beta.
They kissed breathlessly in the hallway, Bren pushing herself up on her toes so she could wrap her arms around Spencer's neck better. The elevator dinged and they pulled away from each other with a guilty glance down the hallway, but the doors didn't open and no one got out.
Bren laughed, a little high-pitched and hysterical. "Do you have the key card?"
"You want to take this inside?" Spencer asked, waggling his eyebrows.
"Obviously," she said.
"Wait, though," said Spencer, putting his hand on her arm. He had his serious face on, and she didn't like it; there were already butterflies in her stomach, and when he looked at her like he could tell she was nervous it made her want to flee. "We don't have to do anything. I'm happy if we just… don't."
He said that. But he'd been saying that for weeks now, and Bren knew he was tired of making out on the tour bus and stealing kisses backstage at the venue. Spencer had had a girlfriend in high school, and Ryan said they'd had sex. Bren had made out with a couple of fans when she was drunk in the parking lot, before Zack scared them away, and she'd flirted and giggled with Spencer. "I want to," she said. "I'm tired of Ryan making fun of me, and I don't want everyone on the tour calling me the virgin. I know they are, shut up, I've heard them. I want to have sex, Spencer," she said, punctuating it with a sharp poke of her finger in his shoulder. "Have sex with me."
"But that's kind of a stupid reason," he started, putting on his doubtful, frowning face.
"All reasons to have sex are kind of stupid," said Bren. "We're going to use protection. I'm not going to get knocked up. And no matter what my mom says it won't really ruin me forever, okay? I want to. I think you're sexy, and you think I'm sexy, so take off your pants, dude."
Spencer relaxed just a fraction, and Bren's heart jumped in her chest. He was actually going to do this. She was going to have sex. With him. It was amazing. "You want me to take them off here?" he asked doubtfully.
"Key card," she ordered, holding her hand out.
Spencer laughed. "Here."
She slid the key into the door, proud that her hands weren’t shaking at all. The hotel room looked just like all the other hotel rooms they'd stayed in lately, only this one didn't have Ryan or Jon watching TV and smoking up in it. It just had a bed. A big bed with an ugly grey and green comforter on it and the air conditioner cycling on and off. Bren flipped on the lights.
"You're sure?" asked Spencer again, stepping up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. She pushed her ass back a little, trying to feel if he was hard through his jeans, but she wasn't entirely sure what she was feeling for.
"Try and stop me," she said. Bren stepped away from him, pulling her shirt off with both hands. It got caught on her glasses and she had to stop and fish one arm out and rescue her glasses before she finished pulling it off. Then she started unbuttoning her jeans.
"Jesus," said Spencer, sounding a little awed. "What's your rush? We have all night. Ryan and Jon and Zack aren't going to get bored at a beerfest."
The air conditioner was making the little hairs on her arms stand up straight, and her nipples were getting hard under her very padded blue bra. It was padded because Bren wasn't, really. It wasn't very sexy, though, and she wished it was, because looking at herself in the mirror hanging on the closet door she thought there wasn't anything much sexy about her. She was too short and too skinny, with no breasts at all if she took the bra off. Maybe Spencer wouldn’t notice. Maybe he wouldn’t mind if she kept it on. Her ass was okay, though. Jon looked at it sometimes. Bren unzipped her jeans and kicked them off, hopping on one foot.
Spencer picked up her discarded shirt and folded it on the bed, then her jeans. "You're still dressed," Bren complained. "Why are you still dressed? I want to have sex!"
"You're not romantic at all," Spencer muttered. He pulled off his shirt but held it in front of his chest with his arms crossed. "Don't you want rose petals and perfume or something?"
"Eww," said Bren. "Why would I want that shit?" She checked to make sure her boy-cut panties weren't sweaty or riding up or anything gross. She thought about trying to surreptitiously turn up the AC so Spencer wouldn't notice how gross and probably smelly she was, but hey, he'd lived with her on a bus for months at a time. He knew already. Maybe they could take showers first. Would that be weird to suggest?
"What if we kiss first?" Spencer asked.
He was totally going to wuss out on her. Bren knew if she let them stop and think about what they were doing Spencer would find an excuse not to. He was all weird about sleeping with someone in the band, and she'd tried to reassure him that it wasn't going to mean anything if he didn't want it to, but that hadn't made him any happier.
She considered pretending to be an entirely different type of girl to help settle Spencer's mind. She could play coy or something, make him work for it. Amanda had given her some tips about getting the audience hot and bothered. But that defeated the whole point of picking Spencer for her first time; she wanted Spencer because he liked her even when she did a stupid voice like Golum, or jumped off the top of the tour bus into the hotel pool, or had a handstand contest with William.
He should like her even if she wasn't romantic, damn it. "Take your pants off," she ordered. "Quick."
Spencer laughed. "Okay," he said. "Fine. Ready?"
"Baby, I was born ready!" said Bren, with a confidence she didn't entirely feel. Spencer pulled off his jeans. He was just standing there in his boxers and his socks. A giggle bubbled up in Bren's chest but she tried to force it back down.
"C'mere," Spencer said, grabbing her arm. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist. She shivered again. His arms were hot, and their skin was burning everywhere they were pressed together. Their stomachs slid together, hot and a little sweaty. She tipped her face up and he kissed her.
Maybe he wasn't crazy; it made her feel a lot more settled. She liked the way he tasted and she tried to open her mouth up more for him, eyes falling shut. Then it was easier for her to try and slip her fingers very carefully under the waistband of his boxers.
"Nice," mumbled Spencer against her mouth.
"Yeah?" Bren asked hopefully. She wanted to seem like she knew what she was doing. Almost-nineteen was way too old to have never touched a boy in his private areas. She slipped her fingers down and brushed them against Spencer's ass. He pushed his hips forward a little bit, and suddenly the two layers of fabric between them didn't seem like very much at all.
He was hard. Or he was kind of hard. Bren wasn't totally clear on how that worked. Was his dick going to stand straight out like a flag pole? How did he keep his boxers on if it did that? She was slightly worried that 'hard' meant… well, hard. At the same time, something hot had settled inside her own groin; she wanted to spread her legs a little wider and let him rub up against her.
Bren put her hand on his chest and pushed him back a little. "So, sex now?"
Spencer rolled his eyes. "I guess so," he said. "You wanna just…"
"Is that the best way?" Bren asked, a little anxiety creeping into her voice. "Is there something we need to do first? Oh my god, do you have a condom? I'm not on birth control, my mom would murder me. Spencer."
"Chill, I have condoms," said Spencer. "I just meant, do you want to. You know. Work up to the actual sex."
Bren made a face. "We can't just stick it in?" she asked hopefully.
Spencer sat down on the bed. "You are so weird," he said. He didn't sound upset about it or anything. "Okay. Sure." He pushed his boxers down over his hips and dropped them on the floor.
Bren didn't mean to stare. She really didn't. She'd sort of seen naked penises before; Ryan delighted in showing her really dirty porn on YouTube. She tried not to watch the gross parts. Somehow it was really different in person and… staring at her.
"Stop giggling," said Spencer.
"Whoops," said Bren, trying to stop. The noises were a little hysterical and she couldn't seem to stop them from escaping. "It's so red! And it's... it's bouncing a little." She crouched and leaned forward, biting her lip. She wanted to touch it, but she wasn't sure Spencer would be cool with that.
"You're not supposed to giggle," said Spencer, crossing his arms.
"It has a little hat!" said Bren, delighted. She reached out with one finger and Spencer batted her hand away.
"You're ruining the moment," he said.
Bren rolled her eyes. "I said you could stick it in if you want. Why can't I touch it? I want to touch it. Is it soft?"
"It's not a puppy!" said Spencer, scandalized.
"It's kind of curved, too…" Bren mused, and then remembered that she was supposed to be sexy and seductive and not at all a giggling virgin. She bit her lip, trying to look serious. "I'm going to suck it," she announced.
Spencer made a strangled noise. She looked uncertainly up at him.
"I read Cosmo, and I totally know how," she added, which wasn't entirely true. There had been a horrifying article about seventeen ways to use a hair scrunchy involving something called a taint, and she didn't know what that was, or want to. "That's okay, right?" Bren said.
"Jesus," he said. "If you want to. I mean. I don't mind or anything."
"Okay," she said determinedly, dropping to her knees. "I'm going to, then." A quick giggle burst free. The rug was scratchy and probably dirty, and she wasn't sure she wanted to kneel on it for very long.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," Spencer said. His face was going all red.
"Well, I do," she said. She took a deep breath and reached up, grabbing his dick with one hand. It was so weird, touching it like that. It didn't feel weird, though. It felt warm and heavy. There was more hair than she'd been expecting. Maybe guys didn't shave.
Bren had a sudden panic attack - she didn't shave, she'd never seen the point, and oh god, what if Spencer was grossed out because she was all hairy down there? But then she remembered she was holding Spencer's dick in her hand, and it was ridiculous. "This is ridiculous," she said. "And it's kind of big, isn't it? I'm not sure it's going to fit."
Spencer groaned a little. "You mean in your mouth, or in your… um…"
"I have a pretty big mouth," Bren said thoughtfully. She adjusted her hand, sliding it up toward the base of Spencer's dick. The hair was a little scratchy, but it was also soft. "I wonder if I can deep-throat."
"Oh my god," said Spencer. "No, probably. I think it takes practice."
"This is practice," she pointed out. She was seriously going to do this. She was seriously going to put her mouth on his penis, and then her mouth was going to taste like penis. What if penises tasted horrible? What if she bit it by accident? What if -
"If you're just going to stare at it and freak out we can do something else," said Spencer, through clenched teeth. "This isn't a dare, okay?"
She scooted forward a little bit. "I'm not freaking out," she said, and licked the end.
It didn't taste horrible. It didn't taste like chocolate and marshmallows, either. A little bit salty, maybe, but not horrible. Spencer groaned again and dropped backwards onto his elbows. Bren tried not to giggle, but it really did look silly. She adjusted her hand again - Cosmo said she was supposed to twist it or something - and tried putting the head in her mouth.
There was no way she was going to be able to deep throat. She tried swallowing it down as far as her fingers and only got halfway there before it hit the roof of her mouth and made her choke a little. She bobbed up and down on it a few times, but all that happened was it got kind of covered in spit and her jaw started to feel tired.
Maybe she was supposed to suck. She tried that, swallowing down as far as she could and then sucking as she pulled back off, but that made her jaw even tireder.
She sat back on her heels. "Is that okay?"
"It's awesome," said Spencer. "You can just... you can keep doing that."
"Hmm," said Bren. She massaged her jaw with her free hand a couple of times. "You don't mind all my drool?" It was supposed to be sexier than this, wasn't it? Maybe when she had more pratice it would get sexier. She could moan or make sexy faces or something.
"What the fuck, why would I mind?" Spencer asked.
"You're not groaning or moaning or coming or anything," said Bren doubtfully.
He got a little redder. "You just started."
"Oh," said Bren. It hadn't ever really occurred to her that she was going to have to do this for a long time. Spencer was a teenage boy; wasn't he supposed to come, like, instantly? "Right, okay." She took a deep breath and started again.
It was a little depressing how quickly her jaw started to ache, and it was kind of boring, honestly. Spencer still wasn't doing anything but watching her. She was almost sure if she were doing it right he'd be clutching the sheets or moaning or throwing his head back in ecstasy. She thought about stopping and demanding to know what she should be doing better, but she'd started it and she was going to finish it. She tried going faster, sucking harder, and even gave her tongue an experimental swirl around the shaft, in case that helped. Spencer still didn't come. Obviously one of them was doing something wrong.
The more her jaw ached the harder it was to keep from drooling all over Spencer, and her knees were starting to burn on the carpet, too. She wiped her chin off and tried to feel determined and excited, but honestly she was bored. "Maybe if you talked dirty or something," she said doubtfully, pulling back a little.
"Jesus," Spencer said. He was lying there watching her. It was a little disconcerting.
"Well, obviously I'm doing it wrong," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm sorry, okay, I've never done it before and I don't have a scrunchy."
"What the fuck," said Spencer again. "You're doing it awesome, it's not a race. Here, it's my turn, okay?"
"If you could suck your own dick you wouldn't need me here," said Bren, trying to picture that and getting giggly again.
Spencer sat up, reaching down for her with both hands. He grabbed her upper arms and pulled her up onto the bed with him. They ended up facing each other on the slightly scratchy comforter. "Hi," said Spencer. He ran his hand up and down her side and she giggled again, shivering.
"I was kind of in the middle of something," she said, but she let him lean forward and kiss her. Bren wrapped her arms around his neck and he put his hands against her bare back. He was poking her a little bit with his dick, and it was still hilarious, but she tried not to laugh too much. It seemed to make him grumpy. She liked the way bare skin felt against bare skin; it was much nicer than regular making out.
Spencer's voice was deep and scratchy when he asked, "Can I?'
"Can you what?" she asked. "Oh, you mean… Do you have a condom? You can if you want." Her heart started pounding suddenly and she felt a little breathless.
"Not yet," said Spencer. "Are you even wet?"
That was such a dirty question. Bren tried to brazen her way through it. "Sure," she said.
Spencer laughed. She could feel it where they were pressed together. "Really?" he asked. One of his hands wandered down and stroked her hip a couple of times and then pushed her panties down.
Her eyes closed totally of their own volition. "Oh," she said, squeaking a little bit. "Um. Oh." They'd fooled around he'd had his finger down there once or twice, but never like this. Part of her wanted to clamp her knees tighter together and grit her teeth and wait for it to be over. But a bigger part of her was excited. She pushed her legs apart a little bit in an invitation for his fingers - rough and calloused and warm - to push down through the hair and rub gently against her clit.
"Oh my god," Bren gasped. Her fingers spasmed and dug into Spencer's neck. "What are you doing?"
He laughed and pushed harder, rubbing more insistently. "Do you like it? Tell me if you don't, okay?"
"Nnnnnnn," she said, flopping back on the bed. "It's so different than when I do it myself, oh my godddddd."
He pressed his finger in, and now she knew what he meant about being wet. He was probably totally grossed out, but he wasn't stopping or anything. She wriggled her panties further down her thighs so his hand would hae more room to work.
"Ok, good," Spencer said.
His fingers were thick, but his cock was going to be way bigger. She was still a little worried about that. "You can just… um… Keep doing that," she said, waving one hand around. She felt hot and throbbing between her legs, and breathless in a way she hadn't ever really been before. She arched her back a little bit more, trying to get him a better angle.
"Can I try something else?" Spencer asked, pressing his lips against her ear.
"Um," Bren said. It was okay with her if he just did this for a while more, but this was supposed to be fun for both of them, so she didn't feel like she could veto anything. "You want me to do something?"
"Nah, it's still my turn," Spencer said. He shifted so he was kneeling astride her, which was totally sexy. It meant his dick was kind of right there, though, in front of her, and Bren swallowed down hysterical giggles. "If it's okay with you." He pushed himself backwards until he was between her legs.
Bren pushed herself up. "Wait," she said, eyes wide. "What are you going to do?"
He pulled her panties off one leg and then the other. She still had her bra on but she felt so incredibly naked with him looking over her like that. She wished she was less skinny and awkward. There was a bruise on her thigh from where she'd fallen off the couch on the bus.
And then Spencer put his mouth on her. His mouth. On. Her. She had a second to be terrified that it must be weird or taste bad or be sweaty or horrible, and then suddenly she couldn't concentrate on anything at all except how her entire body was on fire and she couldn't breathe. She arched her back and made a funny little noise in the back of her throat.
Spencer's scratchy face was rubbing against the inside of her thighs and his tongue was doing things she had never even imagined, not even with the vibrator Amanda had bought for her. "Oh my god," she gasped. "Oh my - stop stop stop!" She tugged on his hair.
Spencer sat up, looking concerned. "What?" he said. "Fuck, did I hurt you? Are you okay?"
"I can't breathe," Bren said. She was shaking a little bit. "You can't do that! You are totally fucking me up here. I can't… I can't think at all."
"You're not supposed to," said Spencer, with a wicked grin that made her shiver all over. "This is the idea. We both have fun, we both get off. It's not supposed to be an onerous task."
"If I were doing this right you wouldn't remember the word onerous," Bren said accusingly. She took a couple of deep breaths. "Dude, if you keep doing that I'm going to come and then I'm going to fall asleep."
He looked confused. "You're a girl. Can't you come like, a hundred times?"
Bren bit her lip. "I don't know," she said. "I never really tried." That was a lie. After Amanda had given her a vibrator she'd faked sick and locked herself in the bathroom of their hotel room while everyone was out to dinner and tried to find out how many times in a row she could make herself come. After six she started to chafe and it stopped being so much fun, and then it started taking so long between rounds that her clit went numb from the vibrations. Spencer didn't need to know any of that.
"We don’t have to -" Spencer started again.
Bren made a frustrated noise in the back of her throat and pulled him up. She wanted to kiss him, but maybe that was gross now. "I don't think it counts if I come before you actually fuck me," she said.
"You don't think it counts?" Spencer echoed incredulously.
"You fuck me and then we both come," said Bren. "I know that's how this is supposed to work."
"Whoa," said Spencer. "Um, no pressure on me, huh?"
She ran her hand through the hair on his chest. It was kind of sparse but she liked the way it felt when she ran her hands back and forth across it. "Relax," she said. "I'm totally easy. I have a dildo and everything, although I don't think it's as big as you." She was still a little worried about that. "I will totally come."
He kissed her, so apparently he didn't think it was weird. His dick was poking her thigh. That was so bizarre that she started to giggle again, and he kissed her until she stopped.
"How about," Spencer said, "since I've done this before, I set the agenda. Okay?"
"But you'll take forever," Bren complained. "I am tired of being a virgin. Fix it!"
Spencer grumbled, "You're lucky I think you're cute when you're bossy." He ran one hand over her bra, fingers pressing over the bump of her nipple.
"Not cute," she objected. "I'm sexy, right?" She tried arching her back to thrust out the chest she didn't really have.
"You are totally sexy," Spencer agreed, leaning down and kissing her throat and her chest. He pushed her bra aside, which she didn't really want him to do, but it felt so good she stopped objecting and let him kiss her anywhere he wanted. He ran his tongue over her nipple and she let out a startled, slightly hysterical gasp. "How about," he rumbled against her neck, "I get you off, so you relax, and then we try the actual sex part? Because you are totally sexy, and you are totally adorable, but you are not relaxed at all."
"I am so!" Brendon insisted. She tried to make herself look relaxed, but it wasn't very sexy to just slump back against the bed. "Well, okay, fine, I'm a little excited about the whole thing, but I'm supposed to be, right? You should just start, and I'll relax when it's over."
Spencer leaned forward, bracing his hands on her arms. His whole weight was on her, and she wiggled a little bit, but he was bigger and heavier and she couldn't really wriggle away. It was sexy and scary at the same time. She bit her lip. "What?" she said. He was staring at her so intently it made her a little uncomfortable.
"God," Spencer said. "I've been waiting forever for this." He leaned down and started kissing her shoulder and her neck.
"You've only known me like, three years," Bren objected, tipping her head to give him better access.
"That's a really long time to wait for this," Spencer mumbled, moving down her body. He licked his way across her chest and down her stomach until she shivered and giggled all at once.
"Because I'm so sexy, right?" Bren hazarded, trying to shimmy.
"Ow," said Spencer. "You just smacked my nose with your hip."
"Whoops," Brendon said. "Sorry, I was just - "
Spencer sat up. "Seriously, you are so wound up I almost want to challenge you to Mario Kart or something. This is supposed to be fun. Close your eyes."
She pushed herself up on her elbows. "But then how will I see what you're doing?"
Spencer rolled his eyes. "You are a genius. Close your eyes."
"But what if -"
"I'm not going to hurt you," he said. He put his hands on her hips. "I'm just going to finish what I started before. Okay?"
Bren lay back, grumbling, "It's not like closing my eyes is going to change what you're doing."
"Right, but maybe it'll stop you panicking every ten seconds about it." He started running his hands up and down her sides, and it tickled. She closed her eyes with an enormous dose of willpower. "Take some deep breaths."
Bren took one and burst into giggles. Spencer groaned. "I'm sorry!" she said. "But I didn't think it was going to be this complicated!"
"People have been doing this for like, a million years," said Spencer. He was rubbing his hands in circles on her hips, almost like a massage. It felt nice. She kept her eyes scrunched tightly closed so he wouldn't stop.
"Well I haven't been doing it for a million years. I haven't done it ever. I'm sorry I'm not good at it yet -" He dug his fingers in to the soft spot on her side and she squeaked.
"It's not something you're good at," said Spencer. "What if I was into chains and whips and peeing on you or something?"
The hysterical giggles were totally Spencer's fault that time, and she didn't feel bad about them at all. He kept rubbing his hands on her hips until she stopped. "I'm taking a deep breath," Bren announced. She took one, and then another, and Spencer ran his hands up and down her thighs. "Are you done yet?"
"You think I'm bad at this," Spencer muttered. He leaned down and kissed the inside of her thigh and she shivered, trying to hold still. With her luck he'd kiss somewhere ticklish and she'd squim and he'd end up with a bloody nose from her knee and then Ryan would laugh forever and ever and ever and she was going to have to punch him in the nose and --
Spencer kissed his way back up her leg and used his hands to push her legs apart a little. Bren clutched the sheets with both hands so she wouldn't wiggle away or start laughing again. She bit her lip and tried to concentrate on not thinking.
It was pretty easy to do once Spencer got going with his tongue and his thumb, while his other hand held her thigh down. The sensation was overwhelming and Bren wasn't very good at being quiet; she groaned and gasped and dug her fingers into the comforter so hard she was probably going to leave dents in the mattress. She hadn't been kidding; she really was pretty easy to get off, and once Spencer started and she managed to stop distracting herself from the sensation by talking or worrying it didn't take very long until she could feel herself getting closer and closer, heat building up in time to her throbbing heart, fingers and toes starting to tingle. The calluses on Spencer's fingers rubbed against her and inside her just right and she cried out, back arching, as just the right note sang through her, radiating out in waves of hot and cold tingles that left her breathless and boneless.
"Ha," said Spencer, sounding totally smug.
Bren didn't even want to open her eyes anymore. "Mmmm," she agreed. He was running his hands over her, but that was far away and not super important at the moment. She thought sleepily that Spencer really was good at this, and if the whole band thing ended up falling apart he could pimp himself out for porn or something, but in real life. Like, he could deliver pizzas and grow a terrible moustache, and then have sex with virgins instead of giving them pizza. Or in addition to pizza.
"Why are you giggling?" Spencer asked. His hands had gone away, which she didn't entirely approve of. Bren opened her eyes with a little yawn.
"I want pizza," she said, stretching her arms up over her head and arching her back.
He made a groaning noise. "Can it wait, like, five minutes? Then we can get room service."
"Five - oh, right. The sex part." She was abruptly a lot more awake, but she had trouble working herself up to the flurry of nerves she'd felt before. Clearly Spencer was a sex expert. A sexpert. Bren started giggling again.
"You seriously need to stop that while I'm trying to do this over here," said Spencer. He had a condom out and was rolling it up his dick, which was fascinating because Bren had only ever done that on bananas in high school.
"I'm laughing because you're a sexpert," she said. "Obviously I picked the right boy for this. One million points for me."
Spencer laughed. "You sound like you're high. Oh man, we should do this all the time."
"We should do this all the time," Bren agreed. "I know I said this was just for fun, so it wouldn't be weird - "
"You already are weird," said Spencer, opening a bottle of lube.
"- but I have changed my mind." She wasn't at all deterred. "A-plus sexing, would sex again. You have an open invitation. You are welcome anytime. You can let yourself in whenever you want. You can - "
"Oh my god, stop," Spencer laughed. He looked pretty silly with a condom on, kneeling on the bed, but Bren wasn't going to say that right now. She was feeling way too satisfied. "How about we have sex, and then if you're still having a good time we can negotiate stuff like you being my girlfriend."
She pushed herself up on her elbows. "Wow, really? But Ryan's going to laugh you out of the bus-"
"Please don't talk about Ryan right now." He ran his lubey fingers around her pussy and pushed her legs apart again, lining himself up. "Are you ready?"
"Um," Bren said, feeling a little uncertain. He was definitely bigger than the toys she'd played around with. Her heart fluttered a little. "This is why we're here, right?" She took a deep breath and tried not to look too worried.
"Relax," Spencer ordered, leaning forward to kiss her. He had one hand on her jaw and the other hand guiding his dick in to her, and it was too many things to try and feel all at once so she gave up and wrapped her arms around his neck and let him do what he wanted. He pushed her knee up and then his dick was bumping her and it was the strangest feeling ever because it was nothing like a dildo; it was warm and it was moving and it was attached to Spencer. "Here we go," he said, and pushed inside her.
He went incredibly slowly, which she appreciated, because it ached a little bit and it felt weird. Not bad, but big and a little uncomfortable.
"Breathe," Spencer said, sounding pretty strained himself.
"'Kay," Bren said, blowing all the air out of her lungs. That made it easier, and he eased a little further inside. He was waiting for her, she realized. "You can like… go," Bren offered.
"I don't want to hurt you," he said.
When he pushed in farther it burned a little, but she took a deep breath and blew it out and said, "I'm good. Go for it."
Spencer started moving. It felt weird, but then he moved one of his hands down, rubbing it over her clit while he moved in the same rhythm inside her, and suddenly it felt amazing. "Okay?" he asked.
"Wow," she said, and it was amazing that she managed even that much, she was so overwhelmed. Spencer kept moving, grunting a little bit, and she wanted to giggle but she didn't really have the energy left. He put both hands on her hips and she kept her arms around his neck and his face started going hilarious red and unfocused. Maybe he wasn't really a sexpert yet. Maybe they could both practice together.
"I'm… I'm gonna…" he said, and then he grunted and hunched forward, shuddering a little bit. Bren was a little bit startled to realize that he was still inside her and he seemed to still be hard; surely after he came he was supposed to be soft again
"Are you okay?" Bren asked doubtfully after a minute. Spencer looked like maybe he'd had a heart attack. She kissed him coaxingly. "You know you're still in me, right?"
He laughed tiredly. "Yeah," he said.
"You know if you leave a condom inside me and I have to go the ER you're telling Zack what happened, right?" Bren said. "And also, I will kill myself before that happens, because Ryan Ross will never let me live it down, and I refuse to live in a world where Ryan has a nickname for me that involves your dick and a condom and the ER and - "
Spencer groaned, pulling out with one hand on the condom to keep it in place. Then he peeled it off and tied a knot in the end. "Happy?" he asked. "Fuck, I really thought maybe eventually you'd shut up."
"I've never had sex before, how am I supposed to know if it makes me sleepy or chatty?" Bren objected, sitting up. "I was promised pizza, Spencer, don’t think I forgot. I think sex makes me hungry. Mmmm. I want ice cream, too."
Spencer threw the condom away and curled up on his side on the bed. "G'head," he mumbled. "The phone is right there."
Bren crawled over him. She felt a little strange about being all naked now that they were done with the sex part, but she also felt energized. And hungry. She picked up the phone and ordered pizza and chicken fingers and fries and soda, because she had definitely worked off more calories than she could possibly eat.
Spencer was basically asleep on the bed. Bren frowned and poked him in the belly. "Hey," she said. "Hey, we just had sex. Wake up."
"I know, I was there," he told the pillow.
"Was it good?" she demanded. "Was I good? Do you want to do it again? I think that was kind of boring, we just did it missionary style or whatever, next time I want to be on top. Oh, and then I want to try this thing I saw in this porno that Jon was watching, where I'm like, sitting on your lap backwards."
Spencer huffed a tired laugh. "Okay," he said. "You make a list."
She poked him again. "I will. My list is going to be long. You are my boyfriend, and you are going to have to do everything on my sex list." She bit her lip, tangling her fingers around in the sheets. "That's what you said, right? The boyfriend part, not the other part. Are you still up for that? I mean, you're not really up any more at all, but -" She started giggling again.
"Oh. My. God." Spencer reached up and grabbed her arm, dragging her down next to him. There were freckles on his nose. She wanted to kiss them, so she did. He wrinkled his nose up, looking confused. "This is the part where we cuddle and you stop talking," he said. "I will totally be your boyfriend if you just stop talking."
"That is not at all a fair deal," Bren said. "If you're gonna be my boyfriend you have to like it when I talk. Because I talk pretty much all the time."
"You also hum in your sleep," said Spencer. "Let's try that, instead." He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
Naked cuddling was kind of weird, but it was warm, and Bren decided she could like it. She yawned and snuggled closer. "Fine," she said. "Just until room service gets here."
Spencer made a happy noise against her shoulder and Bren let her eyes fall closed. Room service would ring the bell. She wondered if the waiter would be able to tell she wasn't a virgin anymore. Ryan would probably be able to tell. And if he couldn't tell, her plan was to start announcing it as soon as she saw him. Maybe she'd make a sign.
"Stop thinking about ways to torture Ryan," mumbled Spencer.
Bren giggled, but this time Spencer didn't seem to mind. His arm was heavy and warm around her, and she was happy to lie there listening to him breathe.
For the moment, anyway.
Warnings: This is 6,000 words of straight porn, by which I mean het porn and nothing else
Summary: Always-a-girl Brendon/Spencer first-time awkward teenage sex. Let's all pretend there was a bad sex ficathon for which this story was written.
Super thanks to octette for the world's speediest beta.
They kissed breathlessly in the hallway, Bren pushing herself up on her toes so she could wrap her arms around Spencer's neck better. The elevator dinged and they pulled away from each other with a guilty glance down the hallway, but the doors didn't open and no one got out.
Bren laughed, a little high-pitched and hysterical. "Do you have the key card?"
"You want to take this inside?" Spencer asked, waggling his eyebrows.
"Obviously," she said.
"Wait, though," said Spencer, putting his hand on her arm. He had his serious face on, and she didn't like it; there were already butterflies in her stomach, and when he looked at her like he could tell she was nervous it made her want to flee. "We don't have to do anything. I'm happy if we just… don't."
He said that. But he'd been saying that for weeks now, and Bren knew he was tired of making out on the tour bus and stealing kisses backstage at the venue. Spencer had had a girlfriend in high school, and Ryan said they'd had sex. Bren had made out with a couple of fans when she was drunk in the parking lot, before Zack scared them away, and she'd flirted and giggled with Spencer. "I want to," she said. "I'm tired of Ryan making fun of me, and I don't want everyone on the tour calling me the virgin. I know they are, shut up, I've heard them. I want to have sex, Spencer," she said, punctuating it with a sharp poke of her finger in his shoulder. "Have sex with me."
"But that's kind of a stupid reason," he started, putting on his doubtful, frowning face.
"All reasons to have sex are kind of stupid," said Bren. "We're going to use protection. I'm not going to get knocked up. And no matter what my mom says it won't really ruin me forever, okay? I want to. I think you're sexy, and you think I'm sexy, so take off your pants, dude."
Spencer relaxed just a fraction, and Bren's heart jumped in her chest. He was actually going to do this. She was going to have sex. With him. It was amazing. "You want me to take them off here?" he asked doubtfully.
"Key card," she ordered, holding her hand out.
Spencer laughed. "Here."
She slid the key into the door, proud that her hands weren’t shaking at all. The hotel room looked just like all the other hotel rooms they'd stayed in lately, only this one didn't have Ryan or Jon watching TV and smoking up in it. It just had a bed. A big bed with an ugly grey and green comforter on it and the air conditioner cycling on and off. Bren flipped on the lights.
"You're sure?" asked Spencer again, stepping up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. She pushed her ass back a little, trying to feel if he was hard through his jeans, but she wasn't entirely sure what she was feeling for.
"Try and stop me," she said. Bren stepped away from him, pulling her shirt off with both hands. It got caught on her glasses and she had to stop and fish one arm out and rescue her glasses before she finished pulling it off. Then she started unbuttoning her jeans.
"Jesus," said Spencer, sounding a little awed. "What's your rush? We have all night. Ryan and Jon and Zack aren't going to get bored at a beerfest."
The air conditioner was making the little hairs on her arms stand up straight, and her nipples were getting hard under her very padded blue bra. It was padded because Bren wasn't, really. It wasn't very sexy, though, and she wished it was, because looking at herself in the mirror hanging on the closet door she thought there wasn't anything much sexy about her. She was too short and too skinny, with no breasts at all if she took the bra off. Maybe Spencer wouldn’t notice. Maybe he wouldn’t mind if she kept it on. Her ass was okay, though. Jon looked at it sometimes. Bren unzipped her jeans and kicked them off, hopping on one foot.
Spencer picked up her discarded shirt and folded it on the bed, then her jeans. "You're still dressed," Bren complained. "Why are you still dressed? I want to have sex!"
"You're not romantic at all," Spencer muttered. He pulled off his shirt but held it in front of his chest with his arms crossed. "Don't you want rose petals and perfume or something?"
"Eww," said Bren. "Why would I want that shit?" She checked to make sure her boy-cut panties weren't sweaty or riding up or anything gross. She thought about trying to surreptitiously turn up the AC so Spencer wouldn't notice how gross and probably smelly she was, but hey, he'd lived with her on a bus for months at a time. He knew already. Maybe they could take showers first. Would that be weird to suggest?
"What if we kiss first?" Spencer asked.
He was totally going to wuss out on her. Bren knew if she let them stop and think about what they were doing Spencer would find an excuse not to. He was all weird about sleeping with someone in the band, and she'd tried to reassure him that it wasn't going to mean anything if he didn't want it to, but that hadn't made him any happier.
She considered pretending to be an entirely different type of girl to help settle Spencer's mind. She could play coy or something, make him work for it. Amanda had given her some tips about getting the audience hot and bothered. But that defeated the whole point of picking Spencer for her first time; she wanted Spencer because he liked her even when she did a stupid voice like Golum, or jumped off the top of the tour bus into the hotel pool, or had a handstand contest with William.
He should like her even if she wasn't romantic, damn it. "Take your pants off," she ordered. "Quick."
Spencer laughed. "Okay," he said. "Fine. Ready?"
"Baby, I was born ready!" said Bren, with a confidence she didn't entirely feel. Spencer pulled off his jeans. He was just standing there in his boxers and his socks. A giggle bubbled up in Bren's chest but she tried to force it back down.
"C'mere," Spencer said, grabbing her arm. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist. She shivered again. His arms were hot, and their skin was burning everywhere they were pressed together. Their stomachs slid together, hot and a little sweaty. She tipped her face up and he kissed her.
Maybe he wasn't crazy; it made her feel a lot more settled. She liked the way he tasted and she tried to open her mouth up more for him, eyes falling shut. Then it was easier for her to try and slip her fingers very carefully under the waistband of his boxers.
"Nice," mumbled Spencer against her mouth.
"Yeah?" Bren asked hopefully. She wanted to seem like she knew what she was doing. Almost-nineteen was way too old to have never touched a boy in his private areas. She slipped her fingers down and brushed them against Spencer's ass. He pushed his hips forward a little bit, and suddenly the two layers of fabric between them didn't seem like very much at all.
He was hard. Or he was kind of hard. Bren wasn't totally clear on how that worked. Was his dick going to stand straight out like a flag pole? How did he keep his boxers on if it did that? She was slightly worried that 'hard' meant… well, hard. At the same time, something hot had settled inside her own groin; she wanted to spread her legs a little wider and let him rub up against her.
Bren put her hand on his chest and pushed him back a little. "So, sex now?"
Spencer rolled his eyes. "I guess so," he said. "You wanna just…"
"Is that the best way?" Bren asked, a little anxiety creeping into her voice. "Is there something we need to do first? Oh my god, do you have a condom? I'm not on birth control, my mom would murder me. Spencer."
"Chill, I have condoms," said Spencer. "I just meant, do you want to. You know. Work up to the actual sex."
Bren made a face. "We can't just stick it in?" she asked hopefully.
Spencer sat down on the bed. "You are so weird," he said. He didn't sound upset about it or anything. "Okay. Sure." He pushed his boxers down over his hips and dropped them on the floor.
Bren didn't mean to stare. She really didn't. She'd sort of seen naked penises before; Ryan delighted in showing her really dirty porn on YouTube. She tried not to watch the gross parts. Somehow it was really different in person and… staring at her.
"Stop giggling," said Spencer.
"Whoops," said Bren, trying to stop. The noises were a little hysterical and she couldn't seem to stop them from escaping. "It's so red! And it's... it's bouncing a little." She crouched and leaned forward, biting her lip. She wanted to touch it, but she wasn't sure Spencer would be cool with that.
"You're not supposed to giggle," said Spencer, crossing his arms.
"It has a little hat!" said Bren, delighted. She reached out with one finger and Spencer batted her hand away.
"You're ruining the moment," he said.
Bren rolled her eyes. "I said you could stick it in if you want. Why can't I touch it? I want to touch it. Is it soft?"
"It's not a puppy!" said Spencer, scandalized.
"It's kind of curved, too…" Bren mused, and then remembered that she was supposed to be sexy and seductive and not at all a giggling virgin. She bit her lip, trying to look serious. "I'm going to suck it," she announced.
Spencer made a strangled noise. She looked uncertainly up at him.
"I read Cosmo, and I totally know how," she added, which wasn't entirely true. There had been a horrifying article about seventeen ways to use a hair scrunchy involving something called a taint, and she didn't know what that was, or want to. "That's okay, right?" Bren said.
"Jesus," he said. "If you want to. I mean. I don't mind or anything."
"Okay," she said determinedly, dropping to her knees. "I'm going to, then." A quick giggle burst free. The rug was scratchy and probably dirty, and she wasn't sure she wanted to kneel on it for very long.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," Spencer said. His face was going all red.
"Well, I do," she said. She took a deep breath and reached up, grabbing his dick with one hand. It was so weird, touching it like that. It didn't feel weird, though. It felt warm and heavy. There was more hair than she'd been expecting. Maybe guys didn't shave.
Bren had a sudden panic attack - she didn't shave, she'd never seen the point, and oh god, what if Spencer was grossed out because she was all hairy down there? But then she remembered she was holding Spencer's dick in her hand, and it was ridiculous. "This is ridiculous," she said. "And it's kind of big, isn't it? I'm not sure it's going to fit."
Spencer groaned a little. "You mean in your mouth, or in your… um…"
"I have a pretty big mouth," Bren said thoughtfully. She adjusted her hand, sliding it up toward the base of Spencer's dick. The hair was a little scratchy, but it was also soft. "I wonder if I can deep-throat."
"Oh my god," said Spencer. "No, probably. I think it takes practice."
"This is practice," she pointed out. She was seriously going to do this. She was seriously going to put her mouth on his penis, and then her mouth was going to taste like penis. What if penises tasted horrible? What if she bit it by accident? What if -
"If you're just going to stare at it and freak out we can do something else," said Spencer, through clenched teeth. "This isn't a dare, okay?"
She scooted forward a little bit. "I'm not freaking out," she said, and licked the end.
It didn't taste horrible. It didn't taste like chocolate and marshmallows, either. A little bit salty, maybe, but not horrible. Spencer groaned again and dropped backwards onto his elbows. Bren tried not to giggle, but it really did look silly. She adjusted her hand again - Cosmo said she was supposed to twist it or something - and tried putting the head in her mouth.
There was no way she was going to be able to deep throat. She tried swallowing it down as far as her fingers and only got halfway there before it hit the roof of her mouth and made her choke a little. She bobbed up and down on it a few times, but all that happened was it got kind of covered in spit and her jaw started to feel tired.
Maybe she was supposed to suck. She tried that, swallowing down as far as she could and then sucking as she pulled back off, but that made her jaw even tireder.
She sat back on her heels. "Is that okay?"
"It's awesome," said Spencer. "You can just... you can keep doing that."
"Hmm," said Bren. She massaged her jaw with her free hand a couple of times. "You don't mind all my drool?" It was supposed to be sexier than this, wasn't it? Maybe when she had more pratice it would get sexier. She could moan or make sexy faces or something.
"What the fuck, why would I mind?" Spencer asked.
"You're not groaning or moaning or coming or anything," said Bren doubtfully.
He got a little redder. "You just started."
"Oh," said Bren. It hadn't ever really occurred to her that she was going to have to do this for a long time. Spencer was a teenage boy; wasn't he supposed to come, like, instantly? "Right, okay." She took a deep breath and started again.
It was a little depressing how quickly her jaw started to ache, and it was kind of boring, honestly. Spencer still wasn't doing anything but watching her. She was almost sure if she were doing it right he'd be clutching the sheets or moaning or throwing his head back in ecstasy. She thought about stopping and demanding to know what she should be doing better, but she'd started it and she was going to finish it. She tried going faster, sucking harder, and even gave her tongue an experimental swirl around the shaft, in case that helped. Spencer still didn't come. Obviously one of them was doing something wrong.
The more her jaw ached the harder it was to keep from drooling all over Spencer, and her knees were starting to burn on the carpet, too. She wiped her chin off and tried to feel determined and excited, but honestly she was bored. "Maybe if you talked dirty or something," she said doubtfully, pulling back a little.
"Jesus," Spencer said. He was lying there watching her. It was a little disconcerting.
"Well, obviously I'm doing it wrong," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm sorry, okay, I've never done it before and I don't have a scrunchy."
"What the fuck," said Spencer again. "You're doing it awesome, it's not a race. Here, it's my turn, okay?"
"If you could suck your own dick you wouldn't need me here," said Bren, trying to picture that and getting giggly again.
Spencer sat up, reaching down for her with both hands. He grabbed her upper arms and pulled her up onto the bed with him. They ended up facing each other on the slightly scratchy comforter. "Hi," said Spencer. He ran his hand up and down her side and she giggled again, shivering.
"I was kind of in the middle of something," she said, but she let him lean forward and kiss her. Bren wrapped her arms around his neck and he put his hands against her bare back. He was poking her a little bit with his dick, and it was still hilarious, but she tried not to laugh too much. It seemed to make him grumpy. She liked the way bare skin felt against bare skin; it was much nicer than regular making out.
Spencer's voice was deep and scratchy when he asked, "Can I?'
"Can you what?" she asked. "Oh, you mean… Do you have a condom? You can if you want." Her heart started pounding suddenly and she felt a little breathless.
"Not yet," said Spencer. "Are you even wet?"
That was such a dirty question. Bren tried to brazen her way through it. "Sure," she said.
Spencer laughed. She could feel it where they were pressed together. "Really?" he asked. One of his hands wandered down and stroked her hip a couple of times and then pushed her panties down.
Her eyes closed totally of their own volition. "Oh," she said, squeaking a little bit. "Um. Oh." They'd fooled around he'd had his finger down there once or twice, but never like this. Part of her wanted to clamp her knees tighter together and grit her teeth and wait for it to be over. But a bigger part of her was excited. She pushed her legs apart a little bit in an invitation for his fingers - rough and calloused and warm - to push down through the hair and rub gently against her clit.
"Oh my god," Bren gasped. Her fingers spasmed and dug into Spencer's neck. "What are you doing?"
He laughed and pushed harder, rubbing more insistently. "Do you like it? Tell me if you don't, okay?"
"Nnnnnnn," she said, flopping back on the bed. "It's so different than when I do it myself, oh my godddddd."
He pressed his finger in, and now she knew what he meant about being wet. He was probably totally grossed out, but he wasn't stopping or anything. She wriggled her panties further down her thighs so his hand would hae more room to work.
"Ok, good," Spencer said.
His fingers were thick, but his cock was going to be way bigger. She was still a little worried about that. "You can just… um… Keep doing that," she said, waving one hand around. She felt hot and throbbing between her legs, and breathless in a way she hadn't ever really been before. She arched her back a little bit more, trying to get him a better angle.
"Can I try something else?" Spencer asked, pressing his lips against her ear.
"Um," Bren said. It was okay with her if he just did this for a while more, but this was supposed to be fun for both of them, so she didn't feel like she could veto anything. "You want me to do something?"
"Nah, it's still my turn," Spencer said. He shifted so he was kneeling astride her, which was totally sexy. It meant his dick was kind of right there, though, in front of her, and Bren swallowed down hysterical giggles. "If it's okay with you." He pushed himself backwards until he was between her legs.
Bren pushed herself up. "Wait," she said, eyes wide. "What are you going to do?"
He pulled her panties off one leg and then the other. She still had her bra on but she felt so incredibly naked with him looking over her like that. She wished she was less skinny and awkward. There was a bruise on her thigh from where she'd fallen off the couch on the bus.
And then Spencer put his mouth on her. His mouth. On. Her. She had a second to be terrified that it must be weird or taste bad or be sweaty or horrible, and then suddenly she couldn't concentrate on anything at all except how her entire body was on fire and she couldn't breathe. She arched her back and made a funny little noise in the back of her throat.
Spencer's scratchy face was rubbing against the inside of her thighs and his tongue was doing things she had never even imagined, not even with the vibrator Amanda had bought for her. "Oh my god," she gasped. "Oh my - stop stop stop!" She tugged on his hair.
Spencer sat up, looking concerned. "What?" he said. "Fuck, did I hurt you? Are you okay?"
"I can't breathe," Bren said. She was shaking a little bit. "You can't do that! You are totally fucking me up here. I can't… I can't think at all."
"You're not supposed to," said Spencer, with a wicked grin that made her shiver all over. "This is the idea. We both have fun, we both get off. It's not supposed to be an onerous task."
"If I were doing this right you wouldn't remember the word onerous," Bren said accusingly. She took a couple of deep breaths. "Dude, if you keep doing that I'm going to come and then I'm going to fall asleep."
He looked confused. "You're a girl. Can't you come like, a hundred times?"
Bren bit her lip. "I don't know," she said. "I never really tried." That was a lie. After Amanda had given her a vibrator she'd faked sick and locked herself in the bathroom of their hotel room while everyone was out to dinner and tried to find out how many times in a row she could make herself come. After six she started to chafe and it stopped being so much fun, and then it started taking so long between rounds that her clit went numb from the vibrations. Spencer didn't need to know any of that.
"We don’t have to -" Spencer started again.
Bren made a frustrated noise in the back of her throat and pulled him up. She wanted to kiss him, but maybe that was gross now. "I don't think it counts if I come before you actually fuck me," she said.
"You don't think it counts?" Spencer echoed incredulously.
"You fuck me and then we both come," said Bren. "I know that's how this is supposed to work."
"Whoa," said Spencer. "Um, no pressure on me, huh?"
She ran her hand through the hair on his chest. It was kind of sparse but she liked the way it felt when she ran her hands back and forth across it. "Relax," she said. "I'm totally easy. I have a dildo and everything, although I don't think it's as big as you." She was still a little worried about that. "I will totally come."
He kissed her, so apparently he didn't think it was weird. His dick was poking her thigh. That was so bizarre that she started to giggle again, and he kissed her until she stopped.
"How about," Spencer said, "since I've done this before, I set the agenda. Okay?"
"But you'll take forever," Bren complained. "I am tired of being a virgin. Fix it!"
Spencer grumbled, "You're lucky I think you're cute when you're bossy." He ran one hand over her bra, fingers pressing over the bump of her nipple.
"Not cute," she objected. "I'm sexy, right?" She tried arching her back to thrust out the chest she didn't really have.
"You are totally sexy," Spencer agreed, leaning down and kissing her throat and her chest. He pushed her bra aside, which she didn't really want him to do, but it felt so good she stopped objecting and let him kiss her anywhere he wanted. He ran his tongue over her nipple and she let out a startled, slightly hysterical gasp. "How about," he rumbled against her neck, "I get you off, so you relax, and then we try the actual sex part? Because you are totally sexy, and you are totally adorable, but you are not relaxed at all."
"I am so!" Brendon insisted. She tried to make herself look relaxed, but it wasn't very sexy to just slump back against the bed. "Well, okay, fine, I'm a little excited about the whole thing, but I'm supposed to be, right? You should just start, and I'll relax when it's over."
Spencer leaned forward, bracing his hands on her arms. His whole weight was on her, and she wiggled a little bit, but he was bigger and heavier and she couldn't really wriggle away. It was sexy and scary at the same time. She bit her lip. "What?" she said. He was staring at her so intently it made her a little uncomfortable.
"God," Spencer said. "I've been waiting forever for this." He leaned down and started kissing her shoulder and her neck.
"You've only known me like, three years," Bren objected, tipping her head to give him better access.
"That's a really long time to wait for this," Spencer mumbled, moving down her body. He licked his way across her chest and down her stomach until she shivered and giggled all at once.
"Because I'm so sexy, right?" Bren hazarded, trying to shimmy.
"Ow," said Spencer. "You just smacked my nose with your hip."
"Whoops," Brendon said. "Sorry, I was just - "
Spencer sat up. "Seriously, you are so wound up I almost want to challenge you to Mario Kart or something. This is supposed to be fun. Close your eyes."
She pushed herself up on her elbows. "But then how will I see what you're doing?"
Spencer rolled his eyes. "You are a genius. Close your eyes."
"But what if -"
"I'm not going to hurt you," he said. He put his hands on her hips. "I'm just going to finish what I started before. Okay?"
Bren lay back, grumbling, "It's not like closing my eyes is going to change what you're doing."
"Right, but maybe it'll stop you panicking every ten seconds about it." He started running his hands up and down her sides, and it tickled. She closed her eyes with an enormous dose of willpower. "Take some deep breaths."
Bren took one and burst into giggles. Spencer groaned. "I'm sorry!" she said. "But I didn't think it was going to be this complicated!"
"People have been doing this for like, a million years," said Spencer. He was rubbing his hands in circles on her hips, almost like a massage. It felt nice. She kept her eyes scrunched tightly closed so he wouldn't stop.
"Well I haven't been doing it for a million years. I haven't done it ever. I'm sorry I'm not good at it yet -" He dug his fingers in to the soft spot on her side and she squeaked.
"It's not something you're good at," said Spencer. "What if I was into chains and whips and peeing on you or something?"
The hysterical giggles were totally Spencer's fault that time, and she didn't feel bad about them at all. He kept rubbing his hands on her hips until she stopped. "I'm taking a deep breath," Bren announced. She took one, and then another, and Spencer ran his hands up and down her thighs. "Are you done yet?"
"You think I'm bad at this," Spencer muttered. He leaned down and kissed the inside of her thigh and she shivered, trying to hold still. With her luck he'd kiss somewhere ticklish and she'd squim and he'd end up with a bloody nose from her knee and then Ryan would laugh forever and ever and ever and she was going to have to punch him in the nose and --
Spencer kissed his way back up her leg and used his hands to push her legs apart a little. Bren clutched the sheets with both hands so she wouldn't wiggle away or start laughing again. She bit her lip and tried to concentrate on not thinking.
It was pretty easy to do once Spencer got going with his tongue and his thumb, while his other hand held her thigh down. The sensation was overwhelming and Bren wasn't very good at being quiet; she groaned and gasped and dug her fingers into the comforter so hard she was probably going to leave dents in the mattress. She hadn't been kidding; she really was pretty easy to get off, and once Spencer started and she managed to stop distracting herself from the sensation by talking or worrying it didn't take very long until she could feel herself getting closer and closer, heat building up in time to her throbbing heart, fingers and toes starting to tingle. The calluses on Spencer's fingers rubbed against her and inside her just right and she cried out, back arching, as just the right note sang through her, radiating out in waves of hot and cold tingles that left her breathless and boneless.
"Ha," said Spencer, sounding totally smug.
Bren didn't even want to open her eyes anymore. "Mmmm," she agreed. He was running his hands over her, but that was far away and not super important at the moment. She thought sleepily that Spencer really was good at this, and if the whole band thing ended up falling apart he could pimp himself out for porn or something, but in real life. Like, he could deliver pizzas and grow a terrible moustache, and then have sex with virgins instead of giving them pizza. Or in addition to pizza.
"Why are you giggling?" Spencer asked. His hands had gone away, which she didn't entirely approve of. Bren opened her eyes with a little yawn.
"I want pizza," she said, stretching her arms up over her head and arching her back.
He made a groaning noise. "Can it wait, like, five minutes? Then we can get room service."
"Five - oh, right. The sex part." She was abruptly a lot more awake, but she had trouble working herself up to the flurry of nerves she'd felt before. Clearly Spencer was a sex expert. A sexpert. Bren started giggling again.
"You seriously need to stop that while I'm trying to do this over here," said Spencer. He had a condom out and was rolling it up his dick, which was fascinating because Bren had only ever done that on bananas in high school.
"I'm laughing because you're a sexpert," she said. "Obviously I picked the right boy for this. One million points for me."
Spencer laughed. "You sound like you're high. Oh man, we should do this all the time."
"We should do this all the time," Bren agreed. "I know I said this was just for fun, so it wouldn't be weird - "
"You already are weird," said Spencer, opening a bottle of lube.
"- but I have changed my mind." She wasn't at all deterred. "A-plus sexing, would sex again. You have an open invitation. You are welcome anytime. You can let yourself in whenever you want. You can - "
"Oh my god, stop," Spencer laughed. He looked pretty silly with a condom on, kneeling on the bed, but Bren wasn't going to say that right now. She was feeling way too satisfied. "How about we have sex, and then if you're still having a good time we can negotiate stuff like you being my girlfriend."
She pushed herself up on her elbows. "Wow, really? But Ryan's going to laugh you out of the bus-"
"Please don't talk about Ryan right now." He ran his lubey fingers around her pussy and pushed her legs apart again, lining himself up. "Are you ready?"
"Um," Bren said, feeling a little uncertain. He was definitely bigger than the toys she'd played around with. Her heart fluttered a little. "This is why we're here, right?" She took a deep breath and tried not to look too worried.
"Relax," Spencer ordered, leaning forward to kiss her. He had one hand on her jaw and the other hand guiding his dick in to her, and it was too many things to try and feel all at once so she gave up and wrapped her arms around his neck and let him do what he wanted. He pushed her knee up and then his dick was bumping her and it was the strangest feeling ever because it was nothing like a dildo; it was warm and it was moving and it was attached to Spencer. "Here we go," he said, and pushed inside her.
He went incredibly slowly, which she appreciated, because it ached a little bit and it felt weird. Not bad, but big and a little uncomfortable.
"Breathe," Spencer said, sounding pretty strained himself.
"'Kay," Bren said, blowing all the air out of her lungs. That made it easier, and he eased a little further inside. He was waiting for her, she realized. "You can like… go," Bren offered.
"I don't want to hurt you," he said.
When he pushed in farther it burned a little, but she took a deep breath and blew it out and said, "I'm good. Go for it."
Spencer started moving. It felt weird, but then he moved one of his hands down, rubbing it over her clit while he moved in the same rhythm inside her, and suddenly it felt amazing. "Okay?" he asked.
"Wow," she said, and it was amazing that she managed even that much, she was so overwhelmed. Spencer kept moving, grunting a little bit, and she wanted to giggle but she didn't really have the energy left. He put both hands on her hips and she kept her arms around his neck and his face started going hilarious red and unfocused. Maybe he wasn't really a sexpert yet. Maybe they could both practice together.
"I'm… I'm gonna…" he said, and then he grunted and hunched forward, shuddering a little bit. Bren was a little bit startled to realize that he was still inside her and he seemed to still be hard; surely after he came he was supposed to be soft again
"Are you okay?" Bren asked doubtfully after a minute. Spencer looked like maybe he'd had a heart attack. She kissed him coaxingly. "You know you're still in me, right?"
He laughed tiredly. "Yeah," he said.
"You know if you leave a condom inside me and I have to go the ER you're telling Zack what happened, right?" Bren said. "And also, I will kill myself before that happens, because Ryan Ross will never let me live it down, and I refuse to live in a world where Ryan has a nickname for me that involves your dick and a condom and the ER and - "
Spencer groaned, pulling out with one hand on the condom to keep it in place. Then he peeled it off and tied a knot in the end. "Happy?" he asked. "Fuck, I really thought maybe eventually you'd shut up."
"I've never had sex before, how am I supposed to know if it makes me sleepy or chatty?" Bren objected, sitting up. "I was promised pizza, Spencer, don’t think I forgot. I think sex makes me hungry. Mmmm. I want ice cream, too."
Spencer threw the condom away and curled up on his side on the bed. "G'head," he mumbled. "The phone is right there."
Bren crawled over him. She felt a little strange about being all naked now that they were done with the sex part, but she also felt energized. And hungry. She picked up the phone and ordered pizza and chicken fingers and fries and soda, because she had definitely worked off more calories than she could possibly eat.
Spencer was basically asleep on the bed. Bren frowned and poked him in the belly. "Hey," she said. "Hey, we just had sex. Wake up."
"I know, I was there," he told the pillow.
"Was it good?" she demanded. "Was I good? Do you want to do it again? I think that was kind of boring, we just did it missionary style or whatever, next time I want to be on top. Oh, and then I want to try this thing I saw in this porno that Jon was watching, where I'm like, sitting on your lap backwards."
Spencer huffed a tired laugh. "Okay," he said. "You make a list."
She poked him again. "I will. My list is going to be long. You are my boyfriend, and you are going to have to do everything on my sex list." She bit her lip, tangling her fingers around in the sheets. "That's what you said, right? The boyfriend part, not the other part. Are you still up for that? I mean, you're not really up any more at all, but -" She started giggling again.
"Oh. My. God." Spencer reached up and grabbed her arm, dragging her down next to him. There were freckles on his nose. She wanted to kiss them, so she did. He wrinkled his nose up, looking confused. "This is the part where we cuddle and you stop talking," he said. "I will totally be your boyfriend if you just stop talking."
"That is not at all a fair deal," Bren said. "If you're gonna be my boyfriend you have to like it when I talk. Because I talk pretty much all the time."
"You also hum in your sleep," said Spencer. "Let's try that, instead." He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
Naked cuddling was kind of weird, but it was warm, and Bren decided she could like it. She yawned and snuggled closer. "Fine," she said. "Just until room service gets here."
Spencer made a happy noise against her shoulder and Bren let her eyes fall closed. Room service would ring the bell. She wondered if the waiter would be able to tell she wasn't a virgin anymore. Ryan would probably be able to tell. And if he couldn't tell, her plan was to start announcing it as soon as she saw him. Maybe she'd make a sign.
"Stop thinking about ways to torture Ryan," mumbled Spencer.
Bren giggled, but this time Spencer didn't seem to mind. His arm was heavy and warm around her, and she was happy to lie there listening to him breathe.
For the moment, anyway.