Need You Wild 3/12
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Spencer tries to lay low for a few days, and he makes it approximately 20 hours before he finds himself on his bed with Brendon on his lap. Brendon is totally breaking the whole no kissing in the bedroom rules, but Spencer still feels a little wary about making out downstairs and having someone walk in on them again. It's completely stupid, but the idea of someone else seeing Brendon like that makes Spencer feel equal parts angry and protective, and seriously, this werewolf shit is really inconvenient.
Spencer tenses up when he starts to smell Brendon's arousal getting stronger and stronger, but Brendon says, "Hey, no running away now. I want to kiss you and so I'm going to. Deal with it."
Spencer makes a frustrated noise that mostly just comes out as a sigh. He grabs at the sheets, afraid to touch Brendon while Brendon's settled down over his lap like this, straddling one of Spencer's thighs and kissing him slowly.
It's going fine, just kissing, but Brendon eventually reaches down and grabs Spencer's hands, bringing them up to his hips. Spencer huffs against Brendon's lips but he lets one of his hands come to rest at the small of Brendon's back, pulling him a little closer. Just because they're on the bed doesn't mean Spencer won't be able to control himself, right? Spencer can totally handle this.
Except, it's just so nice. Brendon's skin is warm under Spencer's hands and his smell is getting stronger the more they kiss, their mouths moving more and more frantically, until it's all that Spencer can think about. Spencer can't feel the exact shape of Brendon's cock through his briefs yet, but he can feel the heat from it, and hear the fast, thudding sound of Brendon's pulse and his ragged breathing.
"See?" Brendon says between kisses, a smile tugging at his lips. "No pressure."
"Fucking easy for you to say," Spencer growls, pushing gently at Brendon's back until Brendon presses closer, and now Spencer can feel Brendon's hard-on against his thigh. Brendon's hips jerk forward as he grinds against Spencer, and the smell flares, filling Spencer's nose and making it hard to focus on anything, let alone on keeping it to making out and making out alone.
Brendon starts rocking forward against Spencer, pressing his thigh up against Spencer's cock, and Spencer growls, pulling Brendon close and gripping his hips a little harder than he'd usually let himself, trying to keep Brendon still.
"Stop that," Spencer says, his voice coming out gruff.
"No," Brendon says against Spencer's lips, squirming around as much as he can on Spencer's lap. Brendon kisses him deeper, wetter, letting his teeth catch at Spencer's lip the way Spencer's specifically asked him not to.
Spencer groans, tipping his head back, ignoring the way Brendon's teeth pull at his lip, reluctant to let go, and definitely ignoring the way it makes his hips jump up, his cock digging into the soft flesh of Brendon's thigh.
Brendon gasps out, his mouth falling to Spencer's neck, wet and open, and Spencer groans when Brendon bites down on his throat, something sharp and dark flaring up inside of him. He grabs at Brendon's waist, pushing him down until Brendon is straddling Spencer's shins before he sits up, trying to get distance between them as Spencer bites hard into his own lip and comes, hot and sudden in his boxers.
Brendon's breathing hard, his eyes big and dark and his mouth open as he pants heavily. He smells fucking amazing, warm and sweet and strong, and it's all Spencer can smell when he breathes in.
"Hey," Brendon says, sliding back up Spencer's thigh. He hisses as he does and Spencer looks down, watching as Brendon's hips press forward against Spencer's thigh, his cock pressing against his briefs. "Don't-- I don't want to stop, Spence. Please?"
"Fuck," Spencer groans, tilting his head back and letting his eyes slip closed until Brendon starts to mouth at his neck again, his lips wet and hot over Spencer's skin. Spencer uses the hand still cupping the small of Brendon's back to press him closer again. Spencer isn't too surprised he's still completely hard, and when he leans forward and kisses softly at Brendon's neck, Brendon lets out a whine that makes something hot and impatient twist low in Spencer's belly.
"Just let me--" Brendon doesn't finish, his voice raspy as he keeps his head tilted back for Spencer's mouth. Spencer's fingers dig a little into Brendon's hips before he forces himself to ease up, because fuck. Brendon's rubbing against Spencer's thigh urgently now, the heat and the smell of his arousal thick and sweet in the air all around them. Spencer takes a deep breath and sucks at Brendon's skin, that dangerous heat flaring again when Brendon moans. Somewhere deep down, Spencer wants to switch their positions, wants to press Brendon down into the bed and fuck him. Spencer focuses, using all of his self-control to be content with squeezing at Brendon's hips instead, keeping his grip light as he pushes his thigh up to help Brendon with the friction.
"Yes, yes, please," Brendon whines, and Spencer can tell he's getting close just from the heat that flushes his skin and the way he smells, making Spencer dizzy from breathing it in.
"Come on," Spencer says, and he shouldn't. Brendon coming is too close to sex, especially since Spencer's about to come again himself. He can feel how close he is, his cock still throbbing like he didn't just come two minutes ago, and Spencer knows he's dangerously close to losing any control he had over this thing. He knows he should be scared, knows he should stop them, but he can't. Brendon is panting and whining and rocking down against Spencer's thigh, and Spencer just presses his face into Brendon's neck, squeezing Brendon's hip.
"Spencer, fuck," Brendon groans, and then his hips are jerking and he's coming in his underwear, stilling as his cock twitches from his orgasm.
Spencer can feel Brendon's come dripping through the slit in his briefs, and he growls low in his throat, petting at the damp skin at the small of Brendon's back and leaning down to kiss Brendon hard on the mouth. The smell is still there, even stronger now that Brendon's come, and god, Spencer just wants to taste Brendon.
Brendon whimpers into his mouth, his hips rocking forward again lazily when Spencer sucks at his tongue, and the smell flares up again. It's so much stronger like this, Brendon right there on his lap, his come soaking into his briefs, soaking into Spencer's thigh. Spencer can't help himself, he can't, even though this could fuck things up for them. He grabs Brendon firm around the waist and flips him, setting him down on the pillows before Brendon even has time to finish the surprised noise he starts.
"Please don't freak out," Spencer says in a rush, hovering over Brendon's body, and he doesn't wait for Brendon's response before he slides down and presses his face to the front of Brendon's underwear, breathing in deep. It's overwhelming, this close. The smell is in Spencer's nose, his throat, making him dizzy and breathless. All he can think about is Brendon, how good he smells, how good he feels, and he lets out a low, rough growl when Brendon squirms underneath him.
The slit in Brendon's briefs gapes open with the movement and Spencer moves closer on instinct, pressing his nose to the base of Brendon's cock and breathing in deep, mouthing at the wet fabric of Brendon's briefs, trying to take in as much of Brendon as he can.
"Spencer," Brendon gasps out, arching up a little, and Spencer groans against the fabric of Brendon's briefs, his hips jerking forward against the bed as he comes again. His mind is filled with jumbled images of sucking Brendon's cock into his mouth, fucking him, holding him down and making him Spencer's.
Spencer pulls away reluctantly when Brendon starts to shiver beneath him, and he realizes he's been sucking at the fabric of Brendon's underwear, pulling them tight over Brendon's sensitive cock. He flushes hotly and sits back on his heels, opening his mouth uselessly to try to explain.
"Jesus," Brendon says for him. "Spencer, fuck, is that, like-- is it a wolf thing?"
"You smell so good," Spencer says helplessly, collapsing on the pillows next to Brendon so he doesn't have to look him in the eye. "I'm sorry, it's just, I can't-- I told you this was a bad idea."
"I don't see how this was anything but really fucking hot," Brendon says, rolling over and tucking himself into Spencer's side. "Fuck, Spencer, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that. Or how long I've wanted to return the favor," Brendon adds a moment later, sliding his hand down Spencer's stomach and brushing his fingers over the elastic waist of Spencer's boxers. "Come on, you can't tell me you don't want to come after that."
"Um," Spencer says, blushing furiously. "About that." He reaches out and grabs Brendon's hand, trapping it low against his belly and trying to ignore how he's still hard, how he could easily come again if he just let go of Brendon's hand.
"I kind of already did," Spencer says, squeezing his eyes shut. "Twice."
"Dude," Brendon says. "Dude, but you're still..." his hand twitches under Spencer's, like he wants to prove his point, but Spencer just squeezes tighter.
"I know," he says. "It's like a... thing. I really only figured it out a few days ago."
"Like a werewolf thing?" Brendon asks.
"Like a you thing," Spencer says, feeling his face heat up. "I'm pretty sure."
"Fuck," Brendon says, drawing his hand back and raising up on his elbows. "That's, like--" Spencer cracks one eye open slowly to see Brendon leaning down over him, his own eyes dark and sparkling. "So you could go again? Right now? Even though you came twice?"
"Yes," Spencer grits out, trying to ignore the way he can smell Brendon starting to get turned on again, fresh arousal washing over him in waves.
"And it's because of me? Why the hell have you been holding back on me, then?" Brendon asks with a grin. "Did you think I would find this anything but awesome?"
"You're fucking weird," Spencer says with a groan.
"Yeah, whatever," Brendon says with a shrug as he pushes closer to Spencer and straddles his thigh again. "What normal person dates a werewolf?"
"Are we dating, then?" Spencer asks quietly after a moment, dropping his hands to rest on Brendon's waist.
"Well, not in the actual 'going on dates' sense of the word," Brendon says, leaning down to rest his forehead against Spencer's shoulder. "But... yeah? If that's cool with you."
"That's cool with me," Spencer says, petting up and down Brendon's back. He feels a little bit like he's in 7th grade again, but mostly he's just relieved that the vague sense of possession that's been floating around in his head is at least a little less creepy.
Not by much, but it's still better than nothing.
Spencer's firm on separate showers afterward, but then Brendon comes out of the bathroom, his skin still flushed and a little damp from the hot water, and he crawls into Spencer's bed. Spencer wraps his arm around Brendon's waist and tugs him close before he even realizes what he's doing. "Wait, hey," he says. "Separate beds, remember?"
"Spencer," Brendon says with a sigh as he nuzzles into Spencer's neck. "Do you actually want to make me go get in my own bed right now?"
"No," Spencer admits. "You know I don't, but this is a bad idea." It is a bad idea. Brendon is soft and warm against him, his hair still just a little damp, and Spencer wants to pull him closer and closer until there's nowhere left to go, so he pulls his arm back from around Brendon's waist, just in case.
"Dude, I am so sleepy right now that I'm only like 60% sure I could actually get it up if I tried, okay? I promise not to take advantage of you in your sleep," Brendon says, tossing a leg over Spencer's and settling in, wrapping his own arm around Spencer's waist pointedly.
"It's not you I'm worried about," Spencer says under his breath.
"If you take advantage of me in my sleep, I'll just be disappointed that I missed it," Brendon mumbles into Spencer's chest. "Now come on, go to bed." Brendon drops a soft kiss to the middle of Spencer's chest, and Spencer gives in and settles his arms back around Brendon. Brendon's asleep almost instantly - a skill that Spencer seriously envies, for the record - and Spencer presses his nose into Brendon's hair and drifts off to sleep listening to him breathe.
Spencer takes advantage of Brendon in his sleep. Kind of. A little. To be fair, it's not like he meant to, but when Spencer wakes up from a dream about fucking Brendon on his hands and knees, with Spencer's nose buried in the short hair at Brendon's neck, he's kind of frantically humping Brendon's leg. It's not his proudest moment.
Brendon, though - Brendon has his cock halfway out of his briefs and is jerking himself off fast and rough, and Spencer's disoriented enough that it takes him a second to still his hips and say, "Wait. What?"
"You had your hand on my dick and you were humping my leg. What was I supposed to do, hit on you on the nose with a newspaper?" Brendon asks, his voice strained as his hand moves over his cock.
"Yes!" Spencer says. "Well, no, but fuck, Brendon. How is the answer to that situation jacking off?"
"How is it not," Brendon huffs, straining his hips up. "Now come on, I'm close, and you can apparently come as much as you want. Let's party."
"I cannot believe you just said 'let's party,'" Spencer says, as if that's the worst thing Brendon's done tonight. Or is doing currently.
"Spencer," Brendon says, his voice thin and rough, and Spencer takes a deep breath in, which, mistake. It's like all the smells he loves all at once - Brendon after a shower, after he's just woken up, when he's turned on - fighting for his attention. Spencer goes a little blank for a moment, breathing in deep, nostrils flaring, and before he's made a conscious decision he's up on his hands and knees, pressing himself over Brendon's body and trapping Brendon's hand between them.
Brendon gasps out and arches up underneath Spencer, and Spencer leans down and breathes in deep at the hollow of Brendon's throat, running his tongue across the skin there and tasting the faint sweat on Brendon's skin. "Spence, what--" Brendon starts, but he trails off into a moan when Spencer seals his lips over Brendon's throat and sucks, breathing in deep as Brendon's arousal spikes.
"Stay still," Spencer says, gruffly, moving back just far enough to grab Brendon's hand from between their bodies. He licks over it, tasting the traces of pre-come and making a low noise in his throat, before pressing both of Brendon's hands above his head. "I mean it," Spencer says, Brendon's arousal winning out over his own concerns. "You have to stay still, and if I go batshit just-- hit me, or something, I don't know. I'm going to try not to go batshit, I swear," Spencer says, staring down at Brendon's eyes in the dark.
"Yeah," Brendon says, swallowing heavily. "Yeah, okay."
Spencer holds onto Brendon's hands while he kisses beneath Brendon's ear, down the side of neck and back to the hollow of his throat, all the places where his scent is strongest. He can't resist letting his tongue drag against Brendon's skin, gathering the taste of him, and by the time he lets go of Brendon's wrists and makes his way down Brendon's neck to his chest, he's pretty much just lapping at Brendon's skin with his tongue. Spencer can't make himself stop, though - not unless Brendon tells him so, not when Brendon tastes just as good as he smells. Spencer thinks about tasting Brendon where the smell is strongest, about having Brendon's cock in his mouth, and heat swirls low in his stomach just thinking about it. Spencer wants to taste Brendon's come enough to risk losing control right now, and he's strangely okay with that. He's not sure if it's just a false sense of security or he's actually starting to trust himself with Brendon, but right now he really doesn't care, because he wants this more anything.
It's not like Brendon's complaining, anyway. He's mostly just breathing heavily and shaking beneath Spencer, his muscles straining with the effort of staying still. Spencer shifts back up on Brendon's body so he can get at his neck, his mouth, his ear. "You taste so good," Spencer says as he licks at Brendon's jaw. "I want to-- do you think you could stay still if I went down on you?" Spencer can't help it, he can't, he's pretty much wanted to have Brendon's dick in his mouth for weeks now, and it's too much, all this waiting.
Brendon lets out a low noise and nods, says, "Yes, I can totally, totally do that, oh my god."
Spencer laughs breathlessly into Brendon's ear and Brendon shivers, his hips arching under Spencer's. Which isn't staying still, but it's fucking hot, so Spencer's not really going to complain. "Yeah?" he asks into Brendon ear. Brendon doesn't answer, but Spencer can feel his face flush, can hear Brendon's heart start to beat even faster.
Spencer licks lightly around the edge of Brendon's ear, just to see, and Brendon moans out and wraps a leg around Spencer's, his foot digging in behind Spencer's knee for leverage as he tries to rub up against Spencer. Spencer sucks at Brendon's earlobe and risks biting down gently, mostly just a drag of his teeth, and Brendon cries out and tosses his head back, his body jerking as he bares his neck to Spencer.
Spencer's been doing well so far, but that does it, his wolf brain switching on despite his best efforts, and it is very, very pleased by this turn of events. Spencer buries his face in Brendon's neck, breathing in his smell and licking at him as he comes hot and sudden over Brendon's stomach.
"Jesus," Brendon says. "Spencer, fuck." He goes to raise his head and Spencer makes a low noise in his throat, reaching up to grab Brendon's hands again, making sure his grip is loose enough for Brendon to move if he needs to and sucking pointedly at the side of Brendon's neck so that he keeps his head tilted back, neck bared. Spencer knows his wolf brain is pretty fully engaged, and while part of him wants to make himself stop, to tell Brendon that this is too dangerous, the rest of him can't ignore the way Brendon's scent gets even stronger, heavy and hot in the air. Spencer's hips are still moving against Brendon's, his cock still hard and sliding over Brendon's belly where it's wet from Spencer's come.
And that, that is apparently also a very good thing. Spencer's kind of freaking out here. It's almost like losing his virginity all over again, finding out all sorts of new things that feel good, all the different things he likes. It's kind of fascinating, but he's much more concerned with the way his come smells on Brendon's skin than werewolf psychology right now.
"Still," Spencer says darkly as he lets go of Brendon's arms and moves down his body, dragging his nose through the sweat that's gathering on Brendon's chest on his way to Brendon's stomach. Spencer groans and breathes in deep, smelling himself on Brendon. He licks over Brendon's skin, and the taste of his come mixed with the taste of Brendon makes something hot and dark flare inside of him. He wants to nose at Brendon's stomach until he turns over, wants to fuck into Brendon until he's worn out and gasping and covered in Spencer's scent, and Spencer has to pull back. He sits back on his heels, breathing heavily and trying to clear his head until he can focus again, can remember why that is a very bad idea.
Brendon's still so hard, though, his cock still trapped halfway inside of his briefs, still spread out beneath Spencer with his hands above his head, his eyes wide and fixed on Spencer in the dark. He shudders and Spencer thinks he must realize what Spencer's doing, that he's smelling himself on Brendon. Spencer hates that he flushes a little, knowing he's being watched like this, but he pushes it from his mind when he moves back up Brendon's body. He presses some of his weight down over Brendon and Brendon chokes out a gasp, tilting his hips up underneath Spencer. Spencer can't stop thinking about how good Brendon smells, about how much Brendon wants to get off. Brendon tilts his head back against the pillows, baring his neck again for Spencer, and something dark and possessive rumbles up in Spencer's chest as he holds onto Brendon's arms, leaning down to kiss his throat. Spencer can feel the heat from Brendon's body, can hear his pulse thumping loud and fast, and he just barely drags his teeth over the flushed skin of Brendon's neck.
Brendon whines, a noise that Spencer feels as much as he hears. It interrupts the quick, shaky breaths Brendon's been taking as he pants, tilting his hips up again. Spencer kisses down to Brendon's collarbone, sucking lightly at the skin and then licking where Brendon's started to sweat. The sweet, hot smell of arousal is thick all around him, filling his senses as he holds himself up above Brendon.
"Spencer, please," Brendon finally whines, and Spencer huffs out a quick breath, moving down Brendon's body. He trails kisses over Brendon's chest, down to the soft curve of his stomach and his hips, down to the crease of his thigh. Spencer noses under the edge of Brendon's briefs before getting frustrated at himself for not taking them off yet, and at Brendon's underwear for existing in general. He yanks at them, going to pull them down Brendon's hips, and it's possible he's a little too zealous because he ends up with a handful of torn, green underwear.
"Spencer, I liked those," Brendon says.
"You have, like, seventy pairs," Spencer says, tossing them over his shoulder and leaning back to nose at Brendon's skin again. Brendon huffs, but he's still straining to stay still, his breathing still heavy, labored as his muscles twitch under Spencer's mouth. When Spencer finally gets to Brendon's cock, the scent is overwhelming, thick and sharp and filling Spencer's senses so much he's actually dizzy with it.
"You can touch me now," Spencer says, when he pulls back and sees Brendon's hand clenched into the pillows above his head. "It's okay, come on," Spencer says, and Brendon immediately lowers his arms and grabs at Spencer's shoulder with one hand, the other resting in his hair. It's a little comforting, knowing he'll be able to feel if Brendon wants him to stop, because Spencer's terrified of how much he wants this, how little control he has over himself.
Brendon's cock is flushed and warm, resting on his stomach, and Spencer licks slowly up the side, watching the way Brendon chews at his lip, feeling Brendon's fingers clutch desperately at Spencer's hair. "Yes," Brendon says, soft and encouraging, and Spencer is suddenly done with teasing. He keeps his hands on Brendon's thighs, keeping him spread open and pressed against the bed, and the angle is awkward but Spencer takes Brendon deep into his mouth anyway, sucking hard. Brendon's cock is thick and hot in his mouth, and Spencer pulls back a little, licking over the head where he can taste Brendon, heavy and strong on his tongue. Brendon tastes amazing and Spencer wants more, pressing his tongue to Brendon's slit and licking at him over and over. Brendon pulls hard at Spencer's hair, his hand digging into Spencer's shoulder, but he's still moaning, still whispering yes, so Spencer doesn't stop. Spencer doesn't know if he could stop, which is fucking scary, and it shocks him out of his head for a second.
Spencer pulls back, gasping, and buries his face in the crease of Brendon's thigh. Which isn't exactly the best place for calming down, but Brendon's scent is so familiar at this point that it's strangely comforting.
"Spencer," Brendon says, petting at his hair. "Spence, are you okay?"
Spencer nods, nuzzling his face against Brendon's skin for a minute, breathing deep. He can feel Brendon's thighs trembling and smell how turned on he is, how desperately close he is to coming. Spencer turns his face, nosing at the base of Brendon's cock just to get a better smell. Brendon starts to squirm, his hips twitching up, and he whines when Spencer sucks gently at the base of his cock, his hand tightening in Spencer's hair and pulling a little, trying to get Spencer's mouth back on his cock.
Spencer takes Brendon's cock back into his mouth, as far as he can, even when his eyes start to water and Brendon starts pleading, half-nonsense moans as his fingers flex in Spencer's hair. Spencer moans around Brendon at the taste, and Brendon's hips buck up. Spencer gags but doesn't let it stop him, even when Brendon tries to pull his hips back. The head of his cock slides over Spencer's tongue again, and the taste is even stronger now. Spencer wants, wants so much and he knows all he would have to do is reach down between his own legs right now and touch his cock and he could come again. He digs his fingers into the soft flesh of Brendon's thighs and keeps swallowing around Brendon until Brendon's just making noises, hands grabbing desperately at Spencer's hair as he moans, "Spence, please, I'm gonna--" Spencer keeps sucking hard, waiting.
Spencer can barely hear Brendon's warnings through the sound of his own pulse beating loudly in his ears, but then Brendon's cock jerks and he's coming over Spencer's tongue. Spencer pulls back and swallows, catching some on his lips before surging forward to suck at Brendon's cock again, until Brendon's done shuddering through his orgasm, gasping out sharply at Spencer's mouth still on him, too much, too soon. Brendon doesn't push Spencer's head away, though, just holds on tight to his hair and bucks beneath Spencer's mouth.
Spencer forces himself to pull back when Brendon starts whimpering a little, his fingers clenching in Spencer's hair like he can't decide if he wants to hold on or push Spencer back. Spencer gives Brendon's cock one last lick, making sure he's gotten all of Brendon's come, just in case, and it takes Spencer to a second to realize he's maybe being a creepy werewolf again. He pulls back a little sheepishly and looks up at Brendon, who's flushed red down to his chest, his hair dark and damp where it sticks to his forehead. All Spencer can smell is Brendon, his come and his sweat, and Spencer can't stop himself from nuzzling his face into the crease of Brendon's thigh again, breathing deep and feeling the way it makes Brendon shiver.
"Hey," Brendon says, panting, petting weakly at Spencer's head. "Hey, hey, your turn," Brendon says, tugging at his hair a little.
"Oh my god, you don't even have to do anything," Spencer says, lifting up on his elbows and pushing himself up Brendon's body. "Just, hey," he says, leaning down to kiss Brendon. Brendon groans a little and kisses Spencer, clinging to Spencer's back and arching up against him. Brendon lifts his legs up and wraps them around Spencer's and Spencer groans against Brendon's mouth and comes when Brendon's thigh brushes his cock.
"Oh my god," Brendon says, dropping his head back on the pillow. "Why do you refuse to let me touch your dick? Cocktease."
"Sorry," Spencer pants, burying his face in Brendon's neck and collapsing down on top of him. "Werewolf."
Spencer wakes up to Brendon poking him in the shoulder. "Hey," he says when Spencer cracks his eyes open. "Hey, we are disgusting, and we should go shower. Together this time."
"S'fine," Spencer grumbles, turning over and burying his face in Brendon's arm. He tries to ignore how their bodies were a little stuck together.
"No. Disgusting," Brendon says.
"You still smell good," Spencer says, nuzzling into Brendon's arm, tucking his nose into Brendon's armpit.
"Okay, you're disgusting, definitely," Brendon says, but he laughs when Spencer blows on his skin. "Up. Shower."
Brendon twists and cracks his back on the way to the bathroom, arching in a way that makes Spencer want to throw Brendon back onto the bed. Spencer follows begrudgingly, and when Brendon stops outside the shower to adjust the water, Spencer leans his forehead heavily into Brendon's shoulder.
"Come on, then," Brendon says, climbing into the shower and holding out a hand for Spencer. "Either we do this or I take you out back and hose you down."
"Funny," Spencer says sarcastically, stepping into the shower behind Brendon, his hands automatically moving to settle on Brendon's hips. He ducks his head to press his nose to Brendon's neck as the water pours down over them, steadily washing away the smell of Spencer's come on Brendon.
"Showers suck," Spencer mumbles, just loud enough for Brendon to hear him over the sound of the water. Brendon turns around, stepping back from the shower spray and grinning.
"Which is a cool opinion to have when you're five, but right now you need to get clean if you want to have more filthy sex." It's kind of a good point.
Brendon turns into the spray and Spencer presses back close, wrapping his arms around Brendon's middle. "While you're there, you can do my back," Brendon says, and Spencer drops his head back between Brendon's shoulder blades, instead, shaking his head.
Brendon laughs, squirming back against him and dropping his head back to Spencer's shoulder. "You're ridiculous," he says, his voice warm and happy. Spencer can smell Brendon starting to get turned on, even over the steam and the soap, and he presses a little closer, licking at the water that's falling down Brendon's back.
Brendon shifts, just a little, and all of a sudden Spencer's erection is pressed up tight against Brendon's ass, and Brendon makes a small sound, pressing back experimentally. And just like that, Spencer's awake. He is more than awake - he's alert and hard and having to make a conscious effort to keep from biting at the back of Brendon's neck.
"Brendon," he says warningly when Brendon keeps moving, pushing back with slow rolls of his hips. Spencer's going to make him stop, he really is, except that Brendon goes up on his tiptoes a little and braces his hands against the wall, and then Spencer's cock is pressed up against his hole and he can feel Brendon's thighs trembling and his ass clenching down against the head of Spencer's dick, and he backs up so quickly he almost slips and falls.
"Fuck," Spencer says, leaning back heavily against the wall. "I can't do this. Brendon, I can't--"
"So just fuck me already, then," Brendon says, turning around and moving toward Spencer. Spencer holds his hands out and grabs Brendon's arms, keeping him away, and Brendon sighs, tossing the washcloth he's still holding at Spencer's head. Kind of hard.
"Hey," Spencer says.
"Spence," Brendon says. His voice is soft and he's rubbing at Spencer's wrists with his thumbs, and Spencer meets his eyes even though he has a feeling it's going to be a bad idea. "Do you want to fuck me?"
"That's a stupid question," Spencer grumbles, glancing down at his dick, because. Obviously.
"Answer it anyway," Brendon says.
"Yes," Spencer sighs. "Yes, you know I do, but you don't understand, Brendon. I'm not kidding when I say I could hurt you. Like really, seriously hurt you. You don't understand how it feels, you can't."
Brendon pushes against his hands, trying to step closer, and Spencer lets him, sighing when Brendon presses himself to Spencer's chest, hugging him tight. "So what do we do, then?" he asks, his lips sliding over Spencer's collarbone. "You're going to be scared until we know what will happen, Spence," Brendon says. And it makes sense, Spencer knows it makes sense, but he can't stop worrying, can't stop remembering just how little he can control himself around Brendon.
"What's the worst that can happen?" Brendon asks, tipping his head back to look up at Spencer. Spencer wants to suck on his neck until he can feel the blood pounding beneath Brendon's skin.
"I could brutally murder you in a fit of passion," Spencer replies.
"Oh, is that all?" Brendon goes up on his tiptoes and kisses Spencer lightly, and Spencer's pretty sure he lets his belly drag along Spencer's cock on purpose when he drops back down. "Come wash my hair," Brendon tells him, turning back toward the water. "And tonight we're going to tie your hands to the bed and I'll do all the work. If you break the rope or the headboard and viciously kill me, you can say I told you so."
Spencer gapes at Brendon's back for a minute, because, wait, what.
Brendon's not kidding. Spencer knows Brendon is not kidding, because he keeps sidling up to Spencer while they're out in town, saying shit like, "I'm going to ride you, it's going to be awesome!" and "I can't wait until next time, when you can finger me yourself," and "Should I get the grey one or the blue one?" while holding up a shirt, and even that is hot, because he's going to fuck Brendon tonight. It's kind of all Spencer can think about, even later when they all pile into a booth because it was Ryan's turn to cook, and he chose to "cook dinner" at the Mexican place they hadn't tried yet on the main road.
Spencer makes it all the way through sangria and chips and guacamole before he acknowledges Brendon's hand on thigh, even with Ryan giving him looks that are equal parts amused and knowing. Spencer tries to halt Brendon's progress as he goes for Spencer's dick, but he doesn't quite make it. He chokes on a chip and bangs his knee into the top of the table when Brendon squeezes around him, and Brendon snorts loudly.
"Not at the table, have some manners," Ryan says archly, even though Spencer can hear the grin in his voice.
"What? What at the table, shut up," Spencer says a little hysterically. Brendon's still looking at him.
"Wow," Jon says. "Dude."
"What," Spencer says.
"Are you two going to fuck?" Ryan asks, raising an eyebrow.
"NO!" Spencer shouts, drawing the attention of the next table over. Brendon's gone, laughing so hard he's shaking and burying his face in Spencer's shoulder.
"Just don't do it here," Jon says, looking at Spencer warily. "I got empanadas, Spencer. Don't fuck in front of the empanadas."
Brendon manages to get his hand free while Spencer's distracted being mortified, and he slides it right back up Spencer's thigh, rubbing little circles. Spencer hangs his head and says, "Fuck fuck fuck fuck I hate you all."
"... So, we good here?" their waitress asks hesitantly, and when Spencer's head shoots up she's giving him a weird, sideways look.
Ryan and Jon are too busy snickering, so Brendon assures her they're good to go and keeps rubbing at Spencer's thigh, his hand inching a little higher every now and then. Spencer almost cries with relief when their food comes and Brendon mostly ignores systematically torturing him in favor of eating his fajitas. It's not until Spencer's polished off two shrimp and steak platters and a sundae for dessert that Brendon groans and collapses against his shoulder.
"That was so good," he moans, arching up in the booth and stretching, and Spencer's so distracted he barely even processes Ryan's attempt to get someone to help him with the check.
"Nope," he says when Ryan finally gets his attention. "You should have cooked. That's why we cook. So we don't have to pay the huge bills that come with buying dinner for assholes."
Brendon laughs and drops his head to Spencer's shoulder, turning in the booth until he's practically on top of Spencer.
"That's it," Ryan says, handing his credit card to their waitress. "I am separating you two on the way home. I don't want to be witness to your car sex."
"Ryan is delicate," Jon says, scooping up the entire pile of peppermints their waitress left on the table. "You can't offend his sensibilities."
"Well that just sounds like a challenge," Brendon says, letting his body go lax until he starts slipping under the table.
"Oh god, no," Ryan says, at the same time Spencer makes a distressed noise and yanks Brendon up by his arm as gently as possible.
"Oh, relax," Brendon says. "I wasn't really going to blow you under the table."
"... Okay, well, have a nice night!" their waitress says stiffly, dropping Ryan's card and receipt on the table before hurrying away.
"I can't take you anywhere," Ryan grumbles to himself.
True to his word, Ryan separates them on the ride home. It's a little relieving, actually. Spencer sits by the window and rolls it down, distracting himself with the different smells and sounds that go flying by outside of the car window. It's not that he doesn't want to have sex - of course he does, it's almost all he thinks about. Even more than usual. But Spencer can't help feeling like he's going to find some way to fuck this up, like it's just not possible for him to control himself enough not to hurt Brendon. He's nervous and just a little fucking terrified and, worst of all, he really, really wants Brendon.
Spencer can do this. He totally can. As long as Brendon wasn't kidding about the bondage thing.