Need You Wild 10/12
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Brendon is seriously fucking testing Spencer's new found resolve. He's acting like everything is completely normal, which means usually innocuous things like bending over to pull on his shoes, or leaning in to kiss Spencer before they head out the door, might as well be Brendon dropping to his knees and begging Spencer to fuck him.
Okay, so maybe Spencer is a little crazy from guilt and sexual frustration. The point is, Brendon is really not helping with this sudden need to be clingy and actually receive affection from Spencer. They're going shopping mostly for steak and toilet paper, and Spencer can smell how turned on Brendon is already, purposefully brushing up against Spencer any chance he gets. It's like two months ago all over again, back to Spencer pining and trying to ignore Brendon's arousal, even when Brendon doesn't want to be ignored.
"Brendon," Spencer hisses when Brendon slides his way between Spencer and the cart to grab something from a shelf.
"What?" Brendon asks, tossing his box into the cart. Spencer thought it was bad enough when Brendon's ass was pressed to his crotch, but then Brendon turns to face Spencer, his face honestly curious like he has no idea he's currently pressing his half hard cock against Spencer's thigh. "Wrong kind of Pop-Tarts?"
"You know what," Spencer says, trying to keep the whine out of his voice.
"Oh, fine," Brendon says, shooting a quick look up and down the aisle before leaning and kissing Spencer. He catches Spencer off guard, which is the absolutely only reason Spencer doesn't pull back until Brendon starts trying to kiss him deeper, dirtier.
"That," Spencer sputters when he pulls back, "is not what I meant."
"I told you that I'm not going to pretend you're not my incredibly hot werewolf boyfriend just because you're being stubborn," Brendon says.
"We're in the supermarket," Spencer says desperately, because Brendon is still pressed close and he smells so good. Spencer is a little terrified he's going to do something stupid, like try to fuck Brendon in the cereal aisle while Sweet Caroline plays on the tinny overhead speakers.
"Remember the last time we were in the supermarket?" Brendon asks, his voice low and dirty.
"Not the point," Spencer snaps, forcing himself to take a few steps back. The last time they had gone shopping together they'd ended up making out in the bathroom stall for so long that a stock boy took their cart and put everything back up. It had not been Spencer's finest moment.
"Oh, come on, Spencer," Brendon says, his eyes shining as he bites at his lower lip in a way that he knows is unfair. "You know how hot I get when you read me dirty bathroom stall limericks."
"Thanks," Spencer says. "I mean that. You've effectively killed my boner, so now I can shop in peace and we can get the fuck out of here."
"As if anything can kill your boner," Brendon snorts, falling into step beside Spencer and tucking his hand in Spencer's back pocket to squeeze his ass right before they turn down the canned goods aisle.
"I hate you," Spencer hisses, because Brendon has a point.
By the time they actually reach the checkout counter, Spencer's cart is full of shit they don't need and his patience is pretty much gone. He's tired and he's horny and he's grumpy and he's itchy, his skin tight and irritated because of the moon. His patience wears even thinner when he looks up from loading their groceries onto the belt and sees the bag boy staring at Brendon with what normal people would describe as awe, but Spencer's brain describes as want.
"Carol," the bag boy whispers. His name tag says "Josh," of course it does. All Joshes are dicks, always. "Carol, that's the lead singer from the band I was talking about."
"Fascinating," Carol says as she starts to ring up their groceries. Spencer loves Carol. Carol does not want to fuck his boyfriend. Brendon's smirking, because that's what Brendon does when they encounter wide-eyed fans in public. He's charming and completely polite and just a little bit standoffish if they get inappropriate. It's his thing, and Spencer knows that, but it's also three days before the full moon and Josh blushes when Brendon signs his smock. Before he knows it, Spencer's growling low in his throat.
"Uh," Carol says, "sorry?"
"Huh?" Spencer asks, snapping out of it.
"I said our check machine was down," she repeats.
"Oh," Spencer says, ignoring Brendon's warning look. "No, hey, that's fine, I'm using a card."
"Do you need help with your bags?" Josh asks excitedly as he's loading them into the cart.
"No," Spencer snaps, and very pointedly does not acknowledge Brendon's elbow to the ribs.
"It's fine, we've got it," Brendon says far more politely. "Did you want to get that picture now?"
Spencer grits his teeth and smiles politely and very courteously does not rip Josh's arm off when he wraps it around Brendon's waist as Carol takes a picture with Josh's phone. He's pretty proud of himself, but Brendon still rolls his eyes and shoves Spencer's shoulder as soon as they get out of the store. "Seriously?" he says. "Spencer, the kid was like sixteen."
"I'm nineteen," Spencer says, incredibly aware that he's being an idiot, but completely unable to help himself.
"Don't use my history of seducing younger men against me," Brendon says, waggling his eyebrows and bumping his hip into Spencer's.
"Oh, shut up," Spencer says as he unlocks the SUV and opens the trunk. "You did not seduce me."
"I totally, totally seduced you," Brendon says, grinning bright and wide as he grabs all five of their bags at once and barely manages to get them into the trunk without dropping them. He does, however, manage to crawl halfway into the back of the trunk and wiggle his ass in the process, and before Spencer even realizes what he's about to do, he's pushing Brendon into the back of the SUV, pinning him down to the carpeted floor and kissing him rough and deep.
"Spencer," Brendon gasps after a second. 'We are in the middle of a parking lot and our feet are sticking out the back."
Spencer rolls his eyes and scoots Brendon up forcefully, muttering something like an apology when he bumps Brendon's head into the back of the folded-down seat. He turns around and yanks the trunk closed, sliding back up Brendon's body and going right back for his mouth.
"Mmf," Brendon tries to say against Spencer's lips, but he gives up when Spencer doesn't stop kissing him. Brendon starts kissing back, too, their mouths pressing and moving together roughly as Brendon grabs at Spencer's shoulders, pulling him down, arching his own body up. It's sudden and aggressive, and Spencer isn't the least bit surprised by how hard he is, how hard they both are. Brendon's hips keep rolling up helplessly as he moans into Spencer's mouth. Spencer starts to kiss and suck at his jaw, his lips trailing wetly up the side of Brendon's neck, tasting, trying to get even more of a response from him.
Spencer sucks at Brendon's ear and Brendon kicks out suddenly, knocking a bag over and sending cans scattering. "Shit," Brendon gasps.
"Mine," Spencer says, the itch under his skin turning into a hot, possessive need that flares up around the moon. He just wants to make sure Brendon knows.
"Spence," Brendon pants roughly. "I promise you that you don't have to worry, much less about bag boys at Albertsons, okay?"
Spencer doesn't answer, because he knows that. He really and truly does, but his stomach is still hot with want and Brendon smells amazing under him, so turned on that it's all Spencer can smell. Brendon's squirming beneath him, grinding up against Spencer's thigh slow and intent, and it would be so, so easy to just hold Brendon down and rub against him until they both came, right there in the parking lot. But he can't.
He did better than last time, he knows he did, but Spencer can't help the cold twist of fear that shoots through him at what could have happened if he didn't. Thinking about brutally murdering a bag boy actually is kind of a bonerkill, and Spencer pulls back from Brendon with a groan. "We can't," he says, his voice rough and raw. "We can't, come on."
"Oh my god," Brendon groans, letting his head fall back against the floor. "You're trying to kill me."
"I'm trying not to kill you," Spencer says defensively.
"Spencer," Brendon says, "do you honestly think that if we come in our pants in a supermarket parking lot it's somehow going to make you murder me?"
"Maybe?" Spencer tries, realizing how dumb it sounds.
"Wow," Brendon says. "Wow."
"The ice cream is melting," Spencer says in a last-ditch effort.
"Fuck the ice cream, Spencer," Brendon says, getting up on his knees and crawling toward Spencer in a way that is seriously unfair.
"That's not okay," Spencer says, and he's not sure if he's making a bad joke or an honest observation, but either way he scrabbles behind himself for the trunk latch and tumbles out of the backseat, only landing on his feet because of his superior werewolf reflexes.
Spencer's kind of scared that Brendon's going to murder him when he gets a look at Brendon's face as he climbs stiffly out of the backseat. Brendon walks toward him and Spencer backs up against the side of the SUV nervously. "Just remember," Brendon says darkly, "two days from now we're both going to have super werewolf stamina, and I am not above jerking off in front of you all day."
Spencer actually gulps as he walks to the driver's side, and he fumbles with the keys for almost a whole minute before finally managing to start the car.
"Spencer," Ryan says. "Dude, why is my ice cream completely melted?"
"Because you're a terrible person," Spencer snaps.
"Dude," Jon says. "Dude, harsh."
"Spencer was scared I was going to leave him for the bag boy," Brendon explains as Spencer stomps around the kitchen, shoving cans into the shelves. "So we had to have a talk about it. With our tongues."
"No," Ryan says. "No, please do not continue this."
"How cute was the bag boy?" Jon asks.
"You're the worst straight guy I know," Spencer snaps, grabbing the coffee filters out of Jon's stretching hands and placing them easily on top of the fridge.
"Yeah, well you're... tall," Jon says, grimacing.
"Oh," Spencer says dryly. "Snap."
Even though the Album From Hell is still going nowhere, things are less tense that evening. Spencer finds himself actually enjoying hanging out downstairs, and not just because there's food. The food helps, but it's not his main draw. That's a toss-up between the food and making fun of Ryan.
"This isn't Meerkat Manor. You promised me meerkats, man," Ryan complains, sprawled out in his usual place on the couch. "This is just, like, gazelles leaping around the savanna."
"Don't hate on your gangly ancestors," Spencer says, setting his plate on the floor. He just ate four steaks, and as much as he loves Brendon, if he does not hurry the fuck up in the studio, Spencer is going to eat his food too. All he can smell is delicious, delicious steak, and he ignores it when Ryan flips him off, digging for the remote out of the couch cushions underneath him.
"When is Shark Week on, again?"
"August, Ryan. Shark Week isn't on until August. And it's May," Jon adds. Spencer snorts because it is not the first time they've had to remind Ryan what month it is.
"Fuck you all. Just for that we're watching ANTM the rest of the night," Ryan grumbles, turning the TV to VH1 and shoving the remote control back into the couch cushions. "Hah."
"Yeah, that'll really be torture for you guys," Brendon says deadpan when he walks into the living room, squeezing in next to Spencer on the love seat.
Spencer opens his mouth to ask Brendon where he's been hiding, but then he breathes in and his jaw snaps shut, his eyes going wide at Brendon. Brendon's turned on right now. And not just turned on, Brendon's scent is strong. Strong like he just got back from jerking off and stopping right before he was about to come, holy shit.
"Brendon," Spencer hisses, "what have you done?"
Brendon flashes Spencer a bright smile, reaching to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose on purpose so Spencer can smell his hands. He's sweating a little, too, his skin shining with it, and Spencer is going to kill him.
"Why would they dye her hair blonde? It looked just fine before," Jon says sadly to the television, and Spencer takes a brief moment to appreciate how completely absurd his life is before turning his attention back to Brendon.
"Seriously," Spencer hisses. "That's just fucking mean."
"I thought it would be worse if I'd come, is all," Brendon says just loud enough for Spencer to hear. "I was trying to be nice and respect your boundaries."
"You were being a cock tease," Spencer hisses, nearly biting through his lip when Brendon leans over his lap to grab a drink of Spencer's beer, pressing his hard cock into Spencer's thigh in the process.
"Okay," Spencer says much too loudly. "You should go get your food before it goes bad. I'll go with you." He grabs Brendon's elbow and yanks him off the couch, dragging him toward the kitchen purposefully. Spencer's not sure if he wants to fuck Brendon into a wall or cry and beg him to take a shower, but either way, he's pretty sure it's a bad idea to do anything in front of Jon and Ryan.
"Oh look," Ryan calls after them. "Jon, look, they're getting so much better at being subtle!"
"Shut up," Spencer yells over his shoulder, because, well. Ryan might have a point, but Spencer cannot sit in there one more second. When they get into the kitchen, Spencer groans and pushes Brendon against the wall, pressing up close and burying his nose into Brendon's neck, growling low in his throat. "Brendon," he says gruffly, "you can't pull shit like this."
Brendon's smirking at him, his eyes bright under the lenses of his glasses when Spencer pulls back, and it just pisses Spencer off more, makes his stomach flush hot. "You know why this is a bad idea," Spencer says, grabbing onto Brendon's hips and holding them firmly against the wall when Brendon tries to push up against him.
"I know why you think this is a bad idea," Brendon says, straining in Spencer's hands, his cock pressing out against the material of his shorts. "I think this is a great idea and you're resisting for no reason."
"You don't know what it's like--" Spencer starts, frustrated and itchy and so turned on. His fingers flex where they're holding Brendon's hips like he can't help it.
"No, but I know you, Spence. I know you wouldn't hurt me. You bit me, so what-- you also fucked me like ten times in a row, and let me tell you, sitting down wasn't a picnic the next day."
If anything, Spencer just feels worse. "Brendon--"
"No, shut up. You've already bitten me, Spencer. If I'm a werewolf then I'm a werewolf, but pushing me away is just making things worse for both of us." Brendon's voice is steady, intent, but Spencer refuses to fall for Brendon's twisted logic.
"You know I'm right."
"This isn't over," Spencer grumbles, but he's pulling Brendon's hips closer so Brendon's body is pressed along his, tucking his face back into Brendon's neck.
"Okay, asshole. But when you're done being stubborn I'd really, really like to come."
Spencer pulls back and brushes his lips over Brendon's jaw, listening closely to the way the steady beat of Brendon's pulse speeds up. The smell of his arousal is thick around them, and Spencer stops fighting, just for a second, his cheek bumping into Brendon's glasses when he nuzzles at Brendon's face. Everything about Brendon is warm and familiar, and fuck, Spencer can't give this up.
"Tonight. Maybe."
Brendon pulls back, already beaming. "Shit, seriously?"
"Maybe."
Brendon reaches back and grabs at Spencer's ass, yanking him closer until their cocks are pushed together, and Spencer has to bite down hard on his lip to keep from crying out. "Not now, Brendon, for fuck's sake."
"Fine," Brendon says, sounding disappointed. He leans up to kiss Spencer quickly, open-mouthed and dirty, and Spencer doesn't even mind when Brendon's glasses bump into his face. "Oops," Brendon says against Spencer's lips.
"Just-- for fuck's sake," Spencer groans, dropping his head to Brendon's shoulder. "Heat up your food already. And then sit on the couch with Ryan, I mean it."
"Ryan kicks," Brendon says, actually pouting in Spencer's face.
"That's what you get for jerking off," Spencer huffs. He leans down and kisses Brendon one more time, letting his hips press forward one last time and swallowing Brendon's gasp before pulling away and forcing himself to head back to the game room.
"Spencer," Brendon calls out after him. "Spencer, I will give you half this steak if you don't make me sit next to Ryan."
"I can hear that, asshole," Ryan shouts.
Spencer takes pity on Brendon the seventh time Ryan "accidentally" kicks him in the ribs. Brendon, of course, takes immediate advantage by tucking himself into Spencer's side and surreptitiously arranging himself so that his cock, still half hard, presses against Spencer's hip. "Hey," he says, leaning up to whisper in Spencer's ear. "Hey, look, the sun just set. It's officially tonight."
"Oh my god," Spencer hisses, "are you serious with this?"
"Are you serious with this?" Ryan asks. "Because you guys are never as quiet as you think you are. And that goes for any and all situations, trust me."
"It can get kind of disturbing," Jon adds. "Like for instance, right now, I'm trying to enjoy models getting makeovers, and all I can think about is if you're going to set a new record for casually leaving the room to go fuck."
"That sounds like a personal issue, pervert," Brendon says, sliding his hand up the back of Spencer's shirt and rubbing at the small of his back, which is not fair.
"The previous record," Ryan says, "is ten minutes."
"Right now you're at six," Jon says, his eyes still glued to the screen. "Holy shit, did they just put a cat on Megg's head?"
"It's just a weave," Ryan says. "Not everything is a cat."
"I know it's a weave, it was a hyperbole, dick smack," Jon mutters. "But anyway, guys, the point is, you should just leave and save everyone the awkwardness. I don't want to think about you two fucking when Melrose wins. I was wrong about Nik, but Melrose has this in the bag."
"So you'd rather listen to us fucking?" Brendon asks, his eyebrow raised.
"Oh my god," Spencer says, mortified, scrambling up and yanking at Brendon's arm. "Okay. Okay we're going to go upstairs and do some... stuff," Spencer trails off embarrassingly. He was almost sure he had something in his head when he opened his mouth, but hey, look at that. He starts backing out of the room, pulling a laughing Brendon with him and resisting the urge to just pick Brendon up and run to get the fuck out of his own personal hell as quickly as possible.
"Right," Ryan says. "You two go do some stuff."
"Just do stuff quietly," Jon calls as they hit the stairs. "TV is important."
"Caridee wins," Brendon calls over his shoulder.
"She does not!" Jon shouts. "There's no way. Right? Ryan? Ryan, hand me my laptop."
"I hate you," Spencer says as soon as Brendon yanks their bedroom door shut. "I had a plan. I was being smooth, and then you had to go ahead and--"
"You love me," Brendon interrupts, backing Spencer into the wall with a smug smile on his face. It's a little impressive, how much action the walls of their room have seen. Spencer is maybe already freaking out a little.
"You should tie me up. Just in case."
Brendon presses closer to Spencer, close enough that his cock brushes over Spencer's thigh, still straining out under his shorts. "If you're worried about biting me, maybe we should just gag you."
Spencer stares at Brendon's lips when Brendon's tongue darts out to lick them, heat and nerves already twisting impatiently in his stomach. "Oh shit, do you think we should? Maybe we can--"
"Oh my god, stop talking right now," Brendon groans, but he doesn't sound that frustrated as he starts getting undressed. Spencer stares, arousal definitely beginning to outweigh nerves once Brendon's naked and hard in front of him, lean and soft, and fuck, Spencer just wants to press him into the wall and fuck him.
"Stop thinking about sex when we're, like, two minutes away from having it," Brendon says, amused, helping Spencer undress too. Spencer wants to grab at Brendon's hips and pull him close until their skin is touching everywhere, but Brendon has other ideas, tugging Spencer over to the bed and pushing him down on the mattress. Spencer's instincts kick in, his brain still a few steps behind, and he automatically reaches for Brendon's shoulders, leaning up to kiss him hard on the mouth. Brendon pushes Spencer back down to the bed, though, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head. Brendon presses down against Spencer's wrists, hard, and Spencer finally stops trying to get at Brendon's mouth.
"You could buck me off without any effort, couldn't you?" Brendon asks, his eyes a little darker and his body a solid weight over Spencer.
"Yes."
"But you're not."
"Also yes," Spencer replies after a beat.
Brendon smiles, leaning down to kiss Spencer's cheek, his temple, just barely touching his lips to Spencer's heated skin. "See? Just trust yourself, Spencer. I trust you."
"But what if--"
Brendon cuts him off, kissing Spencer deep and wet, biting at Spencer's bottom lip. It's a dirty trick because he knows what that does to Spencer, but Brendon just trails his lips down Spencer's jaw to his neck when Spencer groans and tosses his head back, heat spreading out under his skin, finally settling the constant itch he's been carrying around.
Brendon sucks hard at Spencer's throat, nipping at the tender skin, trailing farther and farther down until he reaches Spencer's shoulder. Brendon stops then, his mouth right over the same spot Spencer bit him, lingering to kiss and suck before he scrapes his teeth over the skin.
"Brendon," Spencer gasps out. "Don't, what are you--"
"Do you know what I thought when you bit me?" Brendon asks, lifting his head up so he can look Spencer in the eye. Spencer's frozen, his heart pounding and his stomach twisted up and nervous as he runs the worst-case scenarios through his head.
"I thought, 'fucking finally,' Spencer," Brendon says darkly. "Every single time we fuck, you sniff and you kiss and you lick and you suck at my neck, but you never, ever let yourself bite, and when you finally did I was glad." Brendon's staring down at him, his eyes dark and intent and his hips moving just enough to keep a slow, dragging friction against their cocks. "You're always so careful," he goes on, squeezing at Spencer's wrists, "but I know you wanted to, so when you did it I was glad and so fucking turned on, too. Do you have any idea how that felt?"
Spencer's brain kind of shuts down, his wolf brain fully engaging, heat spreading fast and sudden all over his body at Brendon's words. He finally lets himself remember, remember how it had felt, giving in to the dark part of him that always told him to take, to mark, to bite down and not let go until Brendon was still and begging beneath him. And the way Brendon had reacted, the noises he had made, the way he'd gone still and pliant. Spencer strains up desperately until Brendon kisses him again, hard and desperate. "Fuck," Spencer gasps, grinding his hips up. He's stupidly close all of a sudden, and when Brendon bites down on his lip again, Spencer bucks his hips up and comes, wet and hot across Brendon's stomach.
"Jesus," Brendon whispers. "Spencer, come on, inside now," and then he's letting go of Spencer's wrists with one hand, swiping his fingers across his stomach, through Spencer's come, and reaching back between his legs.
Spencer groans, the fog in his brain clearing just enough to start to feel guilty again. "Brendon," he says, "Brendon, what if it does mean that--"
"Then it happens and we deal with it," Brendon says, his voice catching as he moves his fingers inside of himself. "There's nothing we can do about it now, and I've waited long enough." Brendon squirms back on his fingers one last time before pulling them free of his body. He grabs Spencer's cock and sinks down all at once, without any warning, and Spencer tosses his head back and growls, his hips snapping up helplessly into Brendon's body.
Brendon's so tight, hot and clenching and not quite wet enough for the slide to be easy, so that Spencer's cock drags in and out of him slowly as Brendon starts to move. Spencer spreads his feet, bracing them on the bed so he can thrust his hips up to meet Brendon, and Brendon brings his hand back up, reaching for Spencer's wrist. Spencer catches him halfway, turning his head and licking across Brendon's palm, sucking at the side of his hand until Brendon gets the message and pushes his fingers into Spencer's mouth, letting Spencer suck them clean.
"Fuck, it is so hot when you do that," Brendon groans, rolling his hips down. Spencer nods, letting go of Brendon's fingers and burying his face in Brendon's neck when Brendon shifts over him, holding on to Spencer's wrists with both hands and leaning in close. Spencer loves that Brendon's bendy and has a freakishly long torso so that Spencer's cock can still press in deep, even with Brendon tilting his head to kiss Spencer deeply, moaning into his mouth when Spencer snaps his hips up. Somewhere in the back of his mind Spencer's still nervous about using teeth, so he licks at Brendon's lips instead, pressing his tongue inside when Brendon opens up. Brendon moans and Spencer swallows the sound, kissing Brendon one more time before turning back to his neck, pressing his nose into Brendon's sweaty skin and just breathing him in. He can smell how close Brendon already is, still keyed up from holding out earlier, so Spencer stops thrusting up, just grinding his hips up slow and deep until Brendon's forced to change his rhythm, slowing his hips.
"Fuck, fuck," Brendon groans, sitting up a little when Spencer kisses at the spot right underneath Brendon's ear. Brendon adjusts his grip on Spencer's wrists, bracing himself as he works his ass slowly over Spencer's cock.
"Missed this," Spencer says, his fingers flexing under Brendon's grip, his cock throbbing inside Brendon. Brendon chokes out a laugh and it makes him go tight around Spencer, just for a few seconds. Spencer throws his head back and groans, his hips jerking up involuntarily.
"It's been two nights, Spence. Two."
"Fuck you," Spencer gasps out, and Brendon laughs again, stilling his hips when he does. Spencer feels the heat twist sharply in his stomach when Brendon squeezes around him like that, and he wants nothing more than to flip them over and fuck into Brendon until he's crying out and coming. But fuck, fuck, Spencer has to stay in control. He has to know he can do this, that he won't fuck up again.
"Hey," Brendon says suddenly, leaning back down to press his lips to Spencer's and pulling Spencer from his thoughts. The kiss is slow and they're both panting into it, trying to catch their breath. Brendon rubs his thumbs at the insides of Spencer's wrists and kisses deeper, more fervently, rocking back slightly so that Spencer can just feel the drag over his cock. It helps, brings Spencer back from freaking out, and he moans appreciatively into Brendon's mouth, rocking his hips up.
"Shit," Brendon gasps into Spencer's mouth, his scent flaring wildly. "Spence, yes, just like that," he groans, resting his forehead against Spencer's and breathing against his mouth as he rocks back into Spencer's thrusts. Brendon smells amazing, and so, so close, his hands clenching tight around Spencer's wrists and sweat dripping from his forehead onto Spencer's skin. "God," Brendon gasps, "Spence, I--" and then he's letting go of Spencer's wrists with one hand, sliding it between their bodies to jerk fast and rough over his cock. Brendon pants, working his hips back even faster, and then he's coming with a raw groan, clenching around Spencer as his come hits Spencer's chest.
Brendon keeps clenching and Spencer can't help it, he can't. The smell of Brendon is everywhere and his come is still wet on Spencer's skin. Brendon keeps squeezing around Spencer's cock through the aftershocks of his orgasm, and Spencer strains up underneath Brendon and comes, gasping, his wrists still crossed above his head. Brendon makes a strangled noise and grabs at Spencer's shoulders, rocking a little as Spencer comes inside him, his cock pressed in deep.
Brendon's hands clutch tightly to Spencer's shoulders while he pants, still twitching around Spencer's cock as he comes down from his orgasm. Spencer uses his newfound freedom to reach down and rub at Brendon where he's stretched around Spencer's cock. "Fuck," Brendon gasps, his entire body shuddering. "I both love and hate it when you do that," he groans. His body twitches forward, away from Spencer's touch, but it only serves to press Spencer's cock deeper inside, and Brendon lets out a broken cry, bracing his hands on Spencer's shoulders and lifting himself off of Spencer's cock. "I can't," he pants out. "Sorry, it's too much."
Spencer so, so does not care because as soon as Brendon pulls off he can smell it, smell his come inside of Brendon, and Spencer's wolf brain goes into overdrive, making it seem like the best idea in the world to pick Brendon up and turn him completely around until his ass is in Spencer's face and Spencer can lick in deep, curling his tongue and tasting himself inside of Brendon.
"What--" Brendon gasps. "What even--" but then he's moaning, his hips jerking back against Spencer's face as Spencer licks over him.
Brendon's wet and open, his thighs twitching and shaking as Spencer grips his ass tightly, keeping him spread so he can lick into Brendon. Brendon starts to whine, just barely pressing back with Spencer's tongue, and Spencer's painfully aware of how hard he still is, how much just doing this turns him on.
"Your dick," Brendon gasps, "is going to put my eye out." Spencer's about to apologize, but then Brendon's sucking him in, swirling his tongue and going as deep as he can. Spencer pulls back to moan against Brendon's skin, trying his very best not to thrust up and choke Brendon. Brendon's head is at the perfect angle, though, and he's taking Spencer in so deep every time that Spencer can't help twitching his hips up just a little. Brendon groans around him, and Spencer grabs even harder at Brendon's ass, spreading him back open and licking inside.
It's overwhelming, so much sensation at once and the smell of Brendon all around him. Just as he's about to come, Brendon lets go of his cock with a groan, pushing his hips back against Spencer's mouth. "Fuck," he says, "Spencer, that feels so good." Brendon drops his head back down and just sort of mouths at Spencer's cock, his lips sliding over the swollen head, and Spencer moans into Brendon's skin. It's such a tease, not enough for Spencer to come, but he can't complain when he licks into Brendon and still tastes himself. Possession flares low in Spencer's stomach and he squeezes Brendon's ass, holding him open so he can press closer. Brendon gasps, his breath hot over Spencer's cock, and Spencer's hips twitch up helplessly, rubbing his cock against Brendon's lips.
"Okay, okay," Brendon mumbles, pushing back against Spencer's face and mouthing lazily at Spencer's cock. "Sorry, just oh my god."
Spencer wants to laugh, but he can't seem to stop licking at Brendon, cleaning him up, straining his neck up to get as close as he can. Spencer groans when Brendon finally makes his way back to the head of Spencer's cock, taking Spencer back into his mouth. Brendon finds a stilted, jerky rhythm, pushing his ass back against Spencer's face before pressing forward to take Spencer's cock deeper, and Spencer's hands flex on Brendon's ass when Brendon starts licking right under the head of his cock. Brendon's cock is just starting to swell back up, his scent getting stronger, and it's too much all at once. Spencer can't take it, overwhelmed by Brendon's smell and his taste and the way his mouth is working at Spencer's cock, warm and wet. He pulls his mouth back, pressing his forehead against the inside of Brendon's thigh as he cries out and comes.
Brendon sucks Spencer through it, still mouthing at Spencer's cock even after he's finished coming. If Brendon wasn't getting hard and still pressing back against Spencer's face, he would absolutely flip them again and kiss Brendon, taste himself in Brendon's mouth. Brendon's starting to smell desperate now, thick and overwhelming, and Spencer groans and tugs at his hips, pulling Brendon closer.
"Spencer, Spencer," Brendon pants, his voice hoarse, and Spencer presses his nose to Brendon's skin and licks again, reaching down between Brendon's spread legs and making a loose fist around Brendon's cock. Brendon's hips jerk back and he drops his head down to rest against Spencer's thigh, whining when Spencer presses his tongue back inside. This was possibly Spencer's best idea yet - he fucking loves Brendon on top of him like this, loves how good Brendon smells as he starts to get fully hard again in Spencer's hand. Spencer pulls Brendon's cock between his legs and jerks him off slowly, groaning when Brendon twitches around his tongue. It never fails to turn him on, how much Brendon loves this, how he whines and presses back onto Spencer's tongue. The dark, possessive part of Spencer still loves it when he thinks of how he's the only person who's ever done this to Brendon, the only person who's ever tasted him like this. Spencer groans a little and strains forward, trying to get his tongue deeper as Brendon twitches in his hand, his cock full and hard again.
Brendon rocks back against Spencer's mouth and hand, his mouth open, panting against Spencer's thigh. Brendon's cock starts to get slick with pre-come and Spencer can't help himself, pulling away from Brendon's ass and sliding down just enough to be able to reach his cock. Spencer licks over him, sucking at Brendon's slit, trying to get more of his taste, and Brendon whines high and desperate, his cock twitching in Spencer's hand. Spencer uses his free hand to push Brendon's thighs open more so he spreads out and drops a little lower, letting Spencer reach up easily and slide two fingers inside of Brendon's body. It's mostly selfish on Spencer's part - he wants to get Brendon off now, wants to taste him - but it's not like Brendon's complaining. He just clenches down around Spencer's fingers and groans out, "More, oh fuck, come on."
And it's not like Spencer can say no to that. Spencer starts to jerk Brendon off slowly, tugging at his cock and fitting his mouth around the head, sucking lightly and moaning appreciatively when he tastes pre-come. Brendon shudders and squeezes down harder around Spencer's fingers, like he's trying to draw them deeper inside.
"Spencer," Brendon whines, and Spencer rubs his thumb over the strip of skin right below where his fingers are pressed deep into Brendon.
"Come on, Brendon," Spencer says, his own voice rough, and he swallows around as much of Brendon's cock as he can without gagging, slipping in a third finger and fucking Brendon quick and rough, twisting his fingers inside in a way that never fails to make Brendon go crazy. Brendon's so close, his thighs shaking and his hips moving back shakily, trying to rush Spencer's rhythm. Spencer presses his fingers in deep, rubbing hard and insistent as he licks beneath the head of Brendon's dick, and Brendon comes in Spencer's mouth with a raw-sounding cry. Spencer groans, licking over Brendon's cock after he's swallowed to chase the taste, and Brendon whines and shudders, his hips twitching away from Spencer's mouth and fingers.
"Too much," he gasps. "I can't even-- Spencer," and Brendon turns around as soon as Spencer lets him go, curling up against Spencer's side, still shivering from his orgasm and trying to catch his breath. Spencer pulls him close and runs his hand over Brendon's spine, pulling it back sheepishly when his fingers start to stray down toward Brendon's ass. Spencer's still hard and he really would not say no to another orgasm, but Brendon's pretty obviously way too sensitive, his heart still racing and his fingers twitching mindlessly against Spencer's chest.
"That-- shit," Brendon says after a few minutes. "I don't know if I've ever gotten hard again that fast."
"Not with me, at least," Spencer says, petting at Brendon's hair. "Perma-boner days not included, obviously."
"Have you been clocking me?" Brendon asks incredulously.
"No!" Spencer says. "Not really. Not, like, with a watch or anything, it's just that it usually takes you like half an hour before you can go again."
"Wow," Brendon says, flicking Spencer in the middle of the chest. "I don't even know what to say to that."
"I would say that you should be proud of your impressive recovery time," Spencer suggests.
"Tell me why I was so desperate to have sex with you again?" Brendon groans sleepily against Spencer's chest.
"It's my animal magnetism," Spencer says, completely straight-faced.
"Wow," Brendon says again. "That was a horrible joke, even for you."
"Hey, what does that mean?" Spencer asks, affronted. He's funny, okay? It's one of his selling points.
"It means," Brendon says, poking at the blankets ineffectually with his toes until Spencer reaches down and drags them up, "that I'm not even going to feel a little bit bad three minutes from now when I fall asleep instead of getting you off again."
"Hey, wait," Spencer says as Brendon tugs the blankets up, tucking himself in against Spencer's chest. "Brendon, wait, I didn't know that was an option."
"It's not anymore," Brendon yawns, sticking his feet underneath Spencer's. "Now get the lamp. I'm too tired to move."
Spencer groans, because he's comfy with Brendon tucked into his chest, but he sits up and leans over to turn the lamp off anyway. Brendon makes a happy noise and presses himself back against Spencer when Spencer lies down, and he lets the hand resting at the small of Brendon's back tug him closer. Spencer's just about to close his eyes when Brendon leans up, kissing him softly on the mouth. Spencer kisses back for a few seconds, pointedly ignoring his hard-on.
"See? I told you we didn't have anything to worry about," Brendon says, tucking his face into Spencer's neck.
"Not this time," Spencer mumbles.
"Knock it off," Brendon says, smacking lightly at Spencer's chest. "Don't be mean to my boyfriend."
"You are a complete dork, oh my god," Spencer groans, grinning despite himself and trying to tug Brendon even closer.
"Spencer," Brendon says, wiggling in his arms. "I love you and all, but you are going to crack my ribs."
"See?" Spencer says pointedly, loosening his grip a little.
"Oh shut up, asshole," Brendon says around a yawn. "You're not going to hurt me on purpose, Spencer," Brendon says sleepily. "You wouldn't let yourself. If I didn't believe that I wouldn't push the issue, okay?"
Spencer doesn't answer, just drops a kiss on Brendon's head and nuzzles his nose into the damp hair at Brendon's forehead. They both really could use showers, but Brendon's breathing is starting to even out and the last thing Spencer wants to do is move.
He rubs slowly at Brendon's back, grinning to himself when Brendon starts to snore lightly. It's weird, when Spencer thinks about it - how much Brendon automatically trusts him, like Spencer isn't a total freak of nature. Spencer still doesn't feel like he deserves it, like it's stupid and reckless and one of them is going to get hurt, actually hurt. But Spencer didn't have any problem controlling himself this time, either. He can feel the way his body responds to things like the way Brendon tastes and smells and sounds, but Spencer didn't have to hold himself back, didn't have to worry about hurting Brendon, even so soon after last time. Part of him wonders if it's just the knowledge that there's not much else he can do, but deep down Spencer knows he could never hurt Brendon. Not really hurt him, anyway. Just the thought makes his stomach go heavy and cold, and he pulls Brendon a little closer on instinct.
Brendon's mouth leaves a little trail of drool on Spencer's collarbone as he shifts, and Spencer grins and presses a kiss to Brendon's temple before sliding down a little farther and settling in. Brendon snuffles against his chest and burrows closer, wrapping his leg around Spencer's, and Spencer only gives one last, sad thought for his still hard cock before finally closing his eyes and falling asleep to the sound of Brendon's light snores.
Spencer can feel the fight coming on from the minute they step into the practice space. If the nervous looks Jon keeps shooting him as Ryan gets increasingly frustrated with the guitar parts are any indication, he's not alone.
"Why can't we just do it like this?" Ryan asks, playing a riff that sounds almost identical to one they already have laid down.
"Because we've already written that song, Ryan," Brendon says, his voice carefully even.
"It's a musical," Ryan says. "It can be like a reprise."
"Is this song a reprise?" Brendon asks.
"I don't know yet," Ryan says, fiddling with the strap of his guitar. "Maybe."
"If it's not a reprise," Brendon says patiently, "or it doesn't have anything to do with the other song, I don't want the same guitar riff in it."
"It's not the same one," Ryan says, his voice starting to rise. "The chords in the middle are entirely different."
"For about three seconds," Brendon finally snaps. "That doesn't make it different, it makes it redundant."
"I like it," Ryan says, shooting Brendon a pointed look. "So maybe you should just play what I tell you to play and shut up."
"Ryan--" Jon warns.
"No, hey," Brendon says. "It's fine. If he wants to be a complete asshole about his shitty guitar part on his shitty song on his shitty album, that's just fucking fine. He can have fun playing it to the 12 kids who'll show up to our shows once we release this piece of shit."
"Brendon," Spencer cautions. He can practically see Ryan's hackles rise as he turns on Brendon.
"Maybe if you could fucking sing what we're writing you wouldn't be so concerned with the guitar," Ryan spits out.
"We?" Brendon laughs. "Ryan, you haven't let any of us write with you or even see what the fuck you're writing for a month. I have no idea what this thing's even about any more. You just show up here and shove your notes in my face and expect me to make sense out of words that haven't been used since the 19th century. Eutrapely? I looked that up in the dictionary. It wasn't there."
"It means pleasant conversation," Ryan says archly. "I'm absolutely shocked that you don't know what that one means."
Spencer can feel himself start to get defensive, his eyes snapping back and forth between Ryan and Brendon, wanting to defend both of them at the same time. He knows how this will play out, though - Ryan will say something stupid to Brendon in the heat of the moment, Spencer won't be able to help himself from growling, and then it will turn into that fight. He can't handle that shit right now, not when it's two days until the moon and he's so worried about Brendon it's all he can think about.
"Okay," Spencer snaps, hitting his cymbal with a loud bang. "If you two want to go at each other instead of actually trying to play something, have fun. I'm not dealing with this shit right now."
"Yeah," Jon says, setting his bass down and hurrying after Spencer as he heads for the door. "I'm just gonna--"
Spencer doesn't even try to hear what Brendon or Ryan have to say as he makes his way down the hall, only stopping to look back when he gets to the stairs.
"So," Jon says, and Spencer's known Jon long enough to recognize the way his eyes scrunch up a little when he's stressed. Spencer can't blame him. "Roof?"
Spencer grins, because "roof" is Jon-shorthand for "We should go get high on the roof."
"Yeah," Spencer says, heading down the hall to the window. "Let's hurry up before Ryan brings up that time in Syracuse."
"Yeah, definitely do not want to be around for that," Jon says, wincing before crawling out the window and onto the roof. Spencer follows him up, a shock of cold spring air hitting his face. Spencer breathes in as he settles down next to Jon, his nose trying to identify all the individual smells before Spencer remembers to turn it off. Jon pulls a joint out of his back pocket with an expression of pure delight, tossing Spencer his lighter and cupping his hands around it while Spencer lights it.
"I love that you always have a joint on hand," Spencer says, taking a hit when Jon passes it over.
Jon takes it back when Spencer offers, taking a long drag and blowing the smoke out the corner of his mouth. "A boy scout is always prepared," he says. "With marijuana."
Spencer takes a few more hits before he waves Jon off. He hasn't really gotten truly high since he was turned, and he's pretty sure it would take more than one joint to do the trick now. It still takes the edge off, though, calms Spencer down just enough that he can breathe without feeling like there's a weight on his chest. He flicks Jon's lighter open absent-mindedly, striking it and staring into the flame.
"You okay, dude?" Jon asks after a minute. "You're not going to go all Carrie on us, are you?"
"She set fire to stuff with her brain, not a lighter," Spencer says.
"Fine, I'll rephrase. Please don't set anything on fire," Jon says, reaching over and flicking the cap down.
"Spoilsport," Spencer says, tucking the lighter into Jon's pocket.
"Spencer Smith," Jon says, his voice starting to go a little lazy. "Are you getting fresh with me? Brendon's my friend, you know."
Spencer rolls his eyes, grabbing the joint out of Jon's hand and taking another drag just for the hell of it.
"I couldn't help it," Spencer says, blowing a half-hearted smoke ring that the wind destroys almost immediately. "You're irresistible."
"So I've been told," Jon grins, plucking the joint out of Spencer's fingers. "Now seriously," he says after taking a long drag, "what's up? I tried to make Ryan tell me, but he wouldn't cave, even when I tickled him."
"You two are gayer than me and Brendon put together," Spencer says, rolling his eyes.
"That's so heteronormative of you," Jon says sadly. "I expected better."
"Stop listening to anything Ryan says, ever," Spencer advises, leaning back onto his elbows. The shingles dig into his elbows, but Spencer doesn't care, just tilts his head back and closes his eyes and lets the sun shine down on his face. "I bit Brendon," he says after a minute of Jon waiting patiently in that Jon-specific way he has.
"Shit," Jon says, dropping the end of the joint in surprise. "Aww, shit," he repeats sadly, looking over the edge of the roof.
"I swear to god you're going to set the entire forest on fire," Spencer says, but the words come out hoarse.
"Is Brendon a werewolf now?" Jon asks when he looks back up.
"We don't know. We have to wait and find out the fun way." Spencer's throat is dry and scratchy, and he isn't sure how much of it is due to the pot.
"Dude," Jon says, and Spencer grins in spite of himself because Jon manages to convey everything Spencer is feeling in one word.
"Yeah," he says, hauling himself back up and brushing off his elbows. "So I just kind of couldn't-- I mean, I have a lot of shit on my mind, you know?" he says. "I couldn't really watch The Ryan and Brendon Show right now." He feels a little better already, though, just from having told Jon.
"Hey, shit, I haven't even possibly turned someone into a werewolf and I couldn't take it," Jon says. "You're completely justified."
"It's just--" Spencer says, trailing off and staring off into the forest.
"That this album blows and Ryan's not ready to admit it?"
"Pretty much," Spencer says.
"Not just me then, good." Jon nods.
"He's just, well, Ryan," Spencer says with shrug. "You kind of have to let him figure things out on his own, you know?"
"I was there for the rosevest, and then the ceremonial abandoning of the rosevest," Jon says. "I gotcha."
"Jesus," Spencer laughs, scrubbing his hand over his face. His beard is going kind of crazy. The hair grows out fast and sudden the week before the moon and then sticks straight out, like it's not used to being on his face. "That is one aesthetic I'm not looking forward to reliving."
"I don't know," Jon says. "Could be interesting. Brocade and a beard? Knowing Ryan, though, we'll all have to wear actual wolf masks on stage."
"Not Brendon, though," Spencer adds, the tension in his shoulders relaxing just a little bit more. "Little Red Riding Hood all the way."
"Dude," Jon says gravely, pulling another joint out of his pocket. "I really did not need to picture that."
Brendon storms into their room around midnight, his shoulders tense and his jaw clenched. "If I am a werewolf," Brendon says, kicking his shoes off and yanking down his pants, "the very first thing I'm doing is mauling Ryan."
"Can't do that," Spencer says, not so subtly watching Brendon get undressed. "It's against the code."
"There is not a werewolf code," Brendon says, cracking his back as he pulls his shirt off. "If there was, they would have kicked you out the first time you peed on those flower beds."
"That never happened," Spencer groans. "Ryan is lying about that, and I don't understand why no one wants to believe me."
"Because it's funnier if he's telling the truth," Brendon says, dropping down onto the mattress in his briefs and moaning obnoxiously when Spencer reaches up to rub at his shoulders.
"Any progress?" Spencer asks, sitting up fully and pulling Brendon back between his legs so he can get at his neck better.
"Depends on how you define progress," Brendon says, rolling his shoulders under Spencer's hands. "I, for instance, define it as making progress, but Ryan defines it as getting his way, so."
"So no, then," Spencer says.
Brendon doesn't answer, just drops his head forward and relaxes even more when Spencer darts forward and kisses at the nape of his neck. "You are so easy," he mumbles, going lax under Spencer's hands.
"Like you're not," Spencer says, squeezing at Brendon's shoulders to prove his point.
"You are super strong and give really good neck rubs," Brendon says. "I'd be stupid not to take advantage of that." Brendon still smells wrong, worried and stressed out, but he's relaxed under Spencer's hands, warm and loose, and Spencer can't help it that he's hard. It's not even that he particularly wants to have sex, aside from how he always wants to have sex. He's almost sick with worry and just glad to have Brendon near. Besides, Spencer's pretty sure that even if he still feels this scared tomorrow, his body's not going to let him say no, so he might as well take the opportunity to get some sleep.
"Bed?" he asks, pulling Brendon back against him.
"You don't want to--" Brendon says, turning around in his arms a little.
"Always," Spencer says, "but today has been a shitty day and tomorrow is going to be worse, so let's just sleep, okay?"
Brendon turns in his arms and kisses him, sweet and slow, and Spencer's seriously starting to reconsider things when Brendon pulls away, resting his forehead against Spencer's. "Even if you did accidentally turn me into a werewolf," Brendon says, "you're still a pretty awesome boyfriend."
"That's just the neck rub talking," Spencer replies, tipping them sideways and tugging the covers up over them.
"I need to brush my teeth," Brendon says, his voice already low and sleepy.
"I really doubt that's going to happen," Spencer says, nosing into Brendon's neck and pulling him close.
"Enjoy my morning breath, then," Brendon mutters, his breathing already evening out, going slow.
Spencer grins, tightening his arm around Brendon's waist and closing his eyes.