failboatsinlovex | Fic: Fast Forward

Title: Fast Forward
Author: a_dreamwithin
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
Summary: Seeing Brendon laid out in front of him, mindless in desperation for release pushed the air out of Spencer’s lungs until all he could feel was Brendon burning inside his chest.
Warnings: Kink: rough sex, face-slapping and Brendon being noisy.
Disclaimer: Not real, not real, not real!
Author's Note: Brendon/Spencer wrote themselves into kink bingo porn for me. Hopefully they don’t mind. Con-crit is more than welcome! Beta: my love,technolustt

“Harder!” Brendon demanded, reaching around the back of Spencer’s neck to tug him into a fierce kiss that was more teeth and tongue than lip.

Spencer pushed his hips further, snapping them faster into Brendon’s ass and making the months-older man cry out and fist his fingers into the sheets.

Brendon craved that feeling of feeling full, feeling used, feeling almost abused, having Spencer take control and give him more than he could handle.

“Fuck,” Spencer groaned, shaking his sweat slick hair in an attempt to get it out of his eyes. Brendon’s chest arched as Spencer’s thrusts built sensation low in the pit of his stomach and spread like wildfire through his body.

Pillows were thrown haphazardly around the room, nowhere near them so they wouldn’t be in the way. The sheets that had previously been on top of Spencer were now tangled around his feet and falling halfway off the bed. Their tube of lube was sitting abandoned on the bedside table with the cap still open.

A fleeting thought in Brendon’s head said that he was glad that they’d gotten rid of the creaky bed frame so Spencer could fuck him as hard as he wanted and they would be no off-putting rattling noise. Brendon’s screams would be the only thing waking the neighbours, not the banging of the headboard against the wall.

“Come on,” Brendon panted, pulling on Spencer’s hair. “More.”

“You want more?” Spencer pulled back and smacked him full across the face.

“More,” Brendon groaned greedily. Spencer hitched Brendon’s leg over his shoulder, the other around his back and pushed deeper. Brendon closed tighter around him and shuddered, feeling Spencer’s full length hard and thick inside him. His cheek stung viciously but the pain only made him quirk a grin.

It was hard and it was rough, too fast to kiss properly, lending itself more to biting harshly and Spencer’s hand coming down on his ass rhythmically.

“Nngh, so close.”

Spencer growled and smacked Brendon’s ass again, impacting upon his already red, smarting flesh. “Don’t you dare.”

“Please, Sp- oh,” Brendon cried, his eyes rolling back in his head and his body rocking uncontrollably with each of Spencer’s rough thrusts.

Spencer pushed Brendon’s leg higher over his shoulder until he was almost bent double and gasping - “Please!” Brendon knew he was going to have bruises later from where Spencer’s fingers were digging into his thigh, smacks leaving handprints across his skin and their hips clashing from the punishing pace.

Spencer bit at any part of Brendon’s neck he could get his teeth on, sucking dark marks into his skin and bursting capillaries under the surface. Brendon’s keens grew higher and louder with each bite, dropping his head to the side to give Spencer more access.

“Spence – I need,” Brendon dissolved into unintelligible moans. Spencer’s blue eyes stared down at him, dark and lust-filled, drinking in each of Brendon’s euphoria-induced cries. Seeing Brendon laid out in front of him, mindless in desperation for release pushed the air out of Spencer’s lungs until all he could feel was Brendon burning inside his chest. “Feels so good!”

Spencer’s hips snapped faster and tighter against Brendon’s body as he got closer to the edge of release. Sweat slid from Spencer onto Brendon and pooled, mixing with the slick sheen on Brendon and making their bodies glide over each other smoothly.

“More!”

His lovers’ fingers caught and twisted and let go of the sheets repetitively, gasps slipping from his lips one after another. “Spence, I-”

Brendon never shut up during sex. Ever, Spencer had found. Whether it be slow, sensual lovemaking or fast and rough fucking Brendon saw fit to murmur or gasp in Spencer’s ear and fill him up with all sorts of delicious noises that sent chills rolling down Spencer’s spine. With a little dirty talk thrown in he had the recipe for making Spencer come harder than he ever would with someone else.

A half scream, half whine left Brendon’s mouth as Spencer bit down on the area of flesh above his collar bone and came hard into Brendon, pumping his hips several times as he emptied himself.

Brendon wriggled underneath him, almost as if he were trying to remind Spencer that he hadn’t come yet. Spencer bit down and sucked on Brendon’s plump lip, drawing out a needy cry and an involuntary jerk of hips from the smaller lover. Brendon gripped tight onto Spencer’s broad shoulders, scratching nail marks down his back and gasped as Spencer rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm.

“Please Spence,” Brendon breathed. “Needneedneed.”

He could feel Spencer laugh into his skin and nip at it affectionately. “What do you want?”

Brendon blinked heavy-lidded eyes at Spencer, “To come, want to come,” he said all in one breath, the words spilling from his lips without a second thought. He wanted to feel complete, feel release and be caught up in waves of bliss with Spencer.

He had only a second to register the emptiness when Spencer pulled out of him, before Spencer pushed himself back on his knees, bent over Brendon’s body and sucked him into his mouth. Brendon made a strangled noise and his muscles trembled as he tried to hold back his orgasm until Spencer looked up at him with his icy blue eyes, and he was gone.

Brendon bowed off the bed, a cry leaving torn from his throat as he came hard into Spencer’s mouth. Spencer swallowed all Brendon had to give, licking at Brendon’s oversensitive flesh until he twitched and flinched and tried with tired muscles to crawl away.

Brendon was quiet after he came, easing back from his high, mellowed out in the afterglow and relishing in the pleasant sting of the areas where Spencer had hit him, the dull burn of his ass and throb of the various bite marks Spencer had left as evidence.

“We should pull the sheets up,” Spencer murmured into Brendon’s tummy. The vibrations sent flutters over the tiny hairs on his skin.

“Mm, can’t be bothered,” Brendon replied, his words lilting together. He pulled Spencer onto his lips to kiss him lazily and tasted himself on Spencer’s tongue. He paid it no mind as Spencer was warm and soft against him and right after hard, rough sex, Brendon wanted a cuddle.