Coffee: Anniversary
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hidethekeyTitle: Coffee: Anniversary
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: GSF (big, giant orgy)
POV: Third- Brendon centric
Summary: Based off of the Coffee ‘verse written bymyheartradio who was looking for some smut for the fic. It’s the Anniversary of Brendon’s official Move-In. The guys want to do something special for him.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Panic, I don’t own Starbucks and I also do not own this plot. I’m just playing withmyheartradio ‘s ‘verse here.
Author Notes: For those who requested Coffee smut, and definitely formyheartradio. Also, thank you to Panic At The Disco merely for existing, being so hot and being so utterly slashable. Also, THANK YOU to my best bud, cousin and awesome beta lampshadesrrad Enjoy:)
Link:myheartradio’s Coffee If you’re reading this, and you haven’t read that, you really really should.
Here are my former Coffee installments:
Perfection
Pieces
Cocaine
[Keep it in the] Family
Wannabe
Makeup out
Brendon drops his things by the front door when he comes in from work. He’s a little pissed that he’d been called in earlier because today is special. Today is so special he’s upset that anyone in the entire world had to work. Today’s the anniversary of when he Officially Moved In with Ryan and Jon. He thinks that this day is more important than his birthday, or his graduation or any other special day possible. He thinks that all of those days are special, sure, but this day? It totally takes the cake. It doesn’t even matter that Spencer lives there too now, because that Anniversary is totally a different special day. Today, today is the most awesome day of Brendon’s entire life.
Brendon takes the time to notice that there are no lights on in the apartment and his heart sinks a little. Ryan hadn’t told him anything about anyone going anywhere tonight but it seems like there’s no one home. Brendon had brought home two liters of Chocolate Explosion ice cream for this occasion and now it seems like he might be eating it alone. This makes him a sad, sad boy. What’s the point in getting the ice cream if there’s no one to share it with, or, you know, eat it off of? There is no point, that’s for sure.
Brendon wanders deeper into their little apartment, looking for some form of life. He had seen shoes at the front door, so there must be someone home at least. The kitchen is empty; the hallway is empty… but wait, Brendon thinks he hears a noise coming from inside Jon’s room and he almost lets out a cheer. He doubles back to the kitchen to shove the ice cream into the freezer and then goes on to further investigate.
There are definitely noises coming out of Jon’s bedroom, well, Jon and Spencer’s bedroom and Brendon actually does let out a cheer. He grips the handle on the door and turns it, bursting into the dark room. The scene he’s greeted with is something he isn’t expecting, in all honesty, though he really shouldn’t be all that surprised about it. Jon’s there, on his bed and he’s gently lifting Spencer’s shirt over his head. Brendon can’t see Spencer’s face, but Jon’s lips are red and slick, kiss bruised, and his eyes are full of lust. It takes both of them a moment, considering they had been quite wrapped up in each other, but they turn to Brendon, both pairs of eyes dark and lusty.
“Oh, uh… I’ll just leave,” Brendon says awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot. “Actually, where’s Ryan? If you tell me, then I’ll leave.” It’s not like he hasn’t walked in on Jon and Spencer before. It’s pretty easy to do when they all share an apartment. Jon and Spencer aren’t exactly discreet either, but then again, neither are Brendon and Ryan. Also, they’ve all had sex together, at the same time, before, more than once. This is nothing that Brendon hasn’t seen before.
The three of them are silent for moments that seem to stretch on then finally, Spencer clears his throat. “You don’t have to leave, you know,” he says, raising an eyebrow in Brendon’s direction. Brendon is thoroughly tempted but who wouldn’t be when Spencer Smith and his boyfriend, Jon Walker were propositioning them?
Unfortunately, Brendon forces himself to shake his head. “I wouldn’t feel right about it. Ryan’s not here.” He shrugs at them then goes to close the door. Suddenly, there’s a body pressed up against his back and hands slipping up underneath his work shirt. Unless some creeper snuck in just to molest him, Brendon is pretty sure that it’s Ryan. Last time he’d thought it was a creeper, it had been Ryan. The irony of that thought amuses him.
He verifies this belief when a very familiar, if gravelly and deep, voice whispers in his ear, “And if Ryan were here?” Brendon feels Ryan’s lips travel over his earlobe, sucking and nipping on the skin. Brendon presses back against him and his eyes slide shut.
“That would depend entirely on what Ryan had to say about the subject,” Brendon replies. Ryan’s hands slip up his shirt and spread over his chest and stomach. Brendon rolls his shoulders back and sags against his boyfriend.
Ryan’s hand slowly drags down Brendon’s stomach then plays at the waistband to his tight jeans. “Ryan says that he wants to watch you kiss Spin and Jon. Ryan says he wants to see your face when someone else makes you come.” He nibbles Brendon’s ear and slips a few fingers beneath the waist of his pants and Brendon groans. That’s definitely enough permission for him though, and he’s quickly stripping himself out of his work clothes, then jumping onto the bed, into the waiting arms of Spencer and Jon.
Hands grasp at his mostly naked body as soon as he lands between the two bodies and Brendon sprawls himself out, totally willing to let the two boys have their way with him. He shoots a glance at his own, official boyfriend, and motions him over. “Ryan, you can’t let me have all the fun.” Brendon has noticed that every time the four of them do this together, Ryan tends to stay on the sidelines, watching the other three until Brendon convinces him to actually come in and participate. They’ve talked about it and Ryan says it’s because he likes to watch them because the three of them are not only the most beautiful things he’s ever seen, but they also mean the absolute most to him and it makes him happy to see them together in this way. Brendon thinks that Ryan’s just too shy. This time, this time Ryan is joining in right away, even if he doesn’t want to,
A blush rushes across Ryan’s cheek at the motion and he fiddles awkwardly with the scarf around his neck. Brendon pries himself away from the two pairs of hands trying to make short work of his underwear and saunters back up to Ryan, “Here, let me help you.” Brendon reaches forward and starts to untie Ryan’s scarf but then he gets side tracked by Ryan’s lips which are slick with saliva and just looking so inviting. He leans forward and presses his own lips against them. Brendon manages to get completely distracted from his mission; instead he’s kissing Ryan deeply and pressing his body up against his boyfriend’s. Ryan’s hands are slipping down his back and reaching to grab his ass, bringing their hips even further together.
Brendon is so caught up in kissing Ryan that he doesn’t even notice Spencer and Jon climb off the bed. He only notices when someone taps his shoulder. He turns, pulling his mouth away from Ryan’s most unwillingly, to look at Spencer. “You’re being greedy,” Spencer smirks. “We want some Ryan too.”
Brendon grins and leans back against his briefly. “Just make sure he gets naked, soon,” he says. He gives Ryan one last cloying kiss then he pulls off, backing up and away from his boyfriend to see what Spencer has in mind. He winds up backing up against the bulk of Jon behind him and he smiles up at his friend. Jon’s hands come down to his hips immediately, and then dip down underneath the hem of his boxers. Brendon shivers but tears his eyes away from Jon and back to Ryan and Spencer.
Spencer has Ryan pushed up against the wall and is making short work of his shirt. Brendon decides that Spencer is very talented because he’s managing to get Ryan out of his clothes and kiss Ryan at the same time. Brendon’s a little bit jealous. Even after a year of sex, he struggles with getting Ryan out of his clothes and kissing him at the same time. Spencer must have years more experience than he does, or maybe he’s just better at multi tasking. Brendon’s focus is broken when Jon actually slips his hand into his underwear and gropes at him casually. He’s a little embarrassed about the deep moan that tears itself from his throat because Jon’s not really exerting himself to pleasure Brendon at the moment but the sight of Spencer and Ryan kissing, of Spencer slowly, so slowly, stripping Ryan of his clothing and tossing it haphazardly across the room is really getting Brendon going. He struggles to keep his eyes open as Jon continues to palm him and watch his boyfriend and Spencer.
Spencer’s lips have moved from Ryan’s down to his neck, kissing over half healed bruises and bite marks (left there courtesy of Brendon). Spencer’s hands are inside of Ryan’s shirt, which is now undone and sliding off his shoulders. Ryan’s eyes are closed and his breath is coming in gasps as Spencer’s lips continue their way down, down to his nipples, down to his chest and down to his stomach. Brendon knows how much Ryan loves having his stomach kissed, he watches as Ryan’s muscles flex under the attention. He watches as gasps escape his boyfriend’s lips, as Ryan’s hands come down to Spencer’s hair and grip, but not tightly enough to actually pull. Brendon pushes his ass back against Jon’s erection as Spencer opens up Ryan’s fly and pulls his dick out. Brendon has to close his eyes when Spencer flicks his eyes up to Ryan’s and licks his lips in the most obscene way possible. It’s just so hot.
When Brendon opens his eyes again, Spencer’s lips are wrapped around Ryan’s cock, slick with sweat and pink from kissing. Spencer’s eyes are closed and he seems to be enjoying giving this as much as Ryan is enjoying receiving it. Brendon can identify with this feeling; he loves giving Ryan head. He loves that Ryan loves getting head too. He can tell how much his boyfriend is enjoying the swirls of Spencer’s tongue on his dick. Ryan’s eyes are open and he’s staring at Brendon and Brendon can read more desire there than he’s ever seen before. That’s why he pulls away from Jon, causing the older man’s hand to fall limply at his own side and makes his way over to the two of them.
Halfway there, Brendon watches Ryan’s eyes as they close. He grins because that means Spencer’s doing a good job. It means that Ryan is close. Brendon presses his mouth into Ryan’s just as Ryan lets go and Brendon swallows his moan. He continues to kiss his boyfriend through the shivers and shakes and helps him down gently as he sinks to the floor. Spencer looks up at them with a grin as he wipes some stray saliva from his lips. Brendon presses his lips to Spencer’s and kisses him roughly, searching for every stray trace of Ryan in his mouth. He wants to taste Spencer and Ryan mingled together, he wants to make sure never forgets the flavour.
During his kiss with Spencer, Brendon feels Jon press up behind him again, feels him lean over and actually hears he and Ryan kiss. It sounds wet and messy and Brendon absolutely has to pull away from Spencer to see this. It’s incredible. Ryan’s tongue darts out quite visibly and forces itself into Jon’s mouth. Jon opens up to Ryan, darting out his own tongue and running it over Ryan’s lips. Ryan is still slouched against the wall but he still manages to put on a good show for them. Brendon kind of wishes he’d been around when Ryan and Jon had actually been together because the two of them are absolutely perfect. Their kiss is obviously well oiled and practiced; Brendon can tell that by the way they respond to each other. Jon’s hand is cupped behind Ryan’s head gently and slowly his lips move down Brendon’s boyfriend’s neck. Brendon kind of wishes that he was Ryan’s neck…
With that thought in mind, the youngest of the four of them pulls away from Spencer and pushes his face up against the side of Jon’s. “Got any kisses for me, Walker?” he asks with a playful grin. Jon’s grin matches his and he leans forward, pressing his lips to Brendon’s. Brendon doesn’t feel guilty at all about pulling Jon away from Ryan because as soon as Jon’s lips hit his, Ryan is accosted by Spencer and Brendon can hear how good their kiss is. He smiles against Jon’s lips and once it comes to a natural close, he pulls away from all of them. “Bed? I don’t want to do this on the floor again…”
Jon grins, “I thought you liked it kinky like that,” he says.
Brendon shakes his head. “No way, I only do the kinky shit because it gets Ryan off so hard,” he smirks at his boyfriend, who is now wearing a deep blush and disentangles himself from the other three boys. “Bed, bed, bed!” he sings as he jumps into the mattress. He spreads himself wide and strikes a pose. It’s not long before Spencer is crawling up him on the bed; kissing all over his bared skin and then finally letting his lips settle on Brendon’s.
Spencer kisses Brendon enthusiastically. His lips slide easily against Brendon’s and he’s pressing his body up against Brendon’s own deliciously. Brendon slides his hands down to Spencer’s hips and pushes his own up. His mouth falls open with a gasp as their cocks brush each other. Brendon is getting impatient now, he’s a teenage boy and all he wants to do is get off. He thrusts his hips up again and murmurs, “Spin… wanna fuck you.”
Brendon opens his eyes to see Spencer’s smirk and just in time to feel Spencer thrust his own hips down, a little more roughly than Brendon had anticipated. Then Spencer lets out a long, deep moan and Brendon struggles onto his elbows to see what’s happening. Spencer’s legs are spread wide, since he’s straddling Brendon and Ryan’s behind him, running his tongue over Spencer’s tailbone and down between his cheeks. And oh, Brendon knows what that’s like.
He thrusts up against Spencer because he’s craving the friction like he’s never craved anything else in his entire life. He pushes his body against Spencer’s then shudders when he feels a slick, warm, wide hand slide itself over his dick. It’s Jon’s, he can tell by the thickness. Brendon presses himself up into the wetness and finds that it’s taken away far too soon. Jon brings his hand back briefly to roll a condom onto Brendon, jerking his dick none too gently in the process. Brendon moans. But then, then his lips are distracted by Ryan’s and Spencer’s mouths both, tongues twining together and tangling. Brendon’s not even sure who’s kissing him at any given time; he just knows that the feeling of both Spencer and Ryan’s mouths against his is better than any heaven he could possibly imagine. Brendon doesn’t get much of a chance to complain when one of the mouths pulls away from his because the other moves in to fully take its place. Brendon realizes immediately that it was Spencer that had moved and he kisses Ryan enthusiastically. He doesn’t know why Spencer had pulled away but he’s pretty sure he’ll find out, soon. And he does.
Spencer shifts his hips down on Brendon’s, positioning himself right over Brendon’s cock. Brendon reaches, gropes for something to hold onto as Spencer begins to lower himself down. His hand reaches Jon’s hair, he can tell because it’s a little coarser than Ryan’s and there’s no way that Spencer’s head can be that far down. His other hand is on Spencer’s hip, slowly guiding his movements. Brendon feels soft lips on his own hip and a sharp tongue trailing lines over both he and Spencer. He continues to thrust idly into Spencer and moves his hand around to grasp his friend’s dick.
Brendon jerks at Spencer and thrusts into him until he feels Spencer start to contract around him. He pulls out, all the way at this point because Brendon knows he doesn’t want to get off yet. He pulls his mouth from Ryan’s, moves it back to Spencer’s and kisses him breathless as Spencer comes all over Brendon’s hand. Spencer slumps against him, mouth moving with lazy kisses and a satisfied smile on his face. Brendon kisses him back, but then rolls them over so that he can meander over to one of the others. Brendon rolls the condom off himself and tosses it onto the floor. He figures that by now, Ryan’s had enough time to recover and he really likes getting off with Ryan best.
Ryan is bent over Spencer, giving their friend the kisses that Brendon had turned from and doing a very good job of it. Spencer’s face is blissful in the aftershocks and his tongue moves against Ryan’s slothfully. Jon’s head is bent over his stomach, cleaning all of the liquid from it and leaving streaks of wet behind. When Jon looks up at Brendon, his mouth is wet with Spencer and Brendon can’t help but lean forward and lick all of the stray streaks off of him. He joins his mouth with Jon’s immediately following and forces his tongue into Jon’s mouth, searching for any lasting piece of Spencer. Brendon decides right then that he’s going to taste them all tonight.
With that in mind, Brendon moves his mouth from Jon’s, satisfied with Spencer’s lingering taste on his lips and moves slowly down Jon’s body, pausing to run his tongue over the flushed and heated skin. He takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks on it until he hears Jon gasp then he moves over to the other and repeats the action. “Shit Bren…” he hears from above him. Brendon grins. He likes being generous. He continues to work his mouth lower, over Jon’s stomach.
Brendon delights in the way that Jon’s abs contract under his attention and he delights further in the short gasps of breath that Jon is taking. Brendon knows that the oldest of the four of them is anticipating this and he also knows that he’s got an inherent talent at it. Brendon presses feather light kisses all over Jon’s cock. This causes Jon to throw his head back and moan, loudly. Brendon takes a moment to pull away and grin at him conceitedly. “Like that, do you, Walker?” he teases.
“Fuck Bren, where did you learn that?” Jon replies, his eyes flutter closed and he takes a deep breath. Instead of answering, Brendon leans down again and ghosts his lips over Jon’s member. He spends some more time teasing, just enough to get Jon moaning and thrusting into his mouth before taking him all the way in and sucking hard. He pulls off a little again after that and starts to move his lips up and down the length. It doesn’t take Jon long, not at all. He’s coming, spurting his hot seed down Brendon’s throat only moments later, exclaiming some muffled curse and shaking his way through his orgasm.
Brendon licks Jon a few more times before moving back up his body and kissing him deeply. Jon flips them over, forcing Brendon down onto the bed then pressing his lips to Brendon’s harshly. Brendon thrusts his own hardness up into Jon experimentally and feels the chuckles move from Jon’s chest and down into his own throat. Jon pulls away and gives him an amused glance. “I’m getting there, impatience-pants,” he says with a playful smile ghosting over his swollen lips.
“All of you got off already, besides, I’m not even wearing pants,” Brendon whines. He’s about to add more when a mouth surrounds his cock. It’s all intense heat and tongue action and Brendon can’t help but thrust up into that welcoming mouth. He’s not going to last long, he knows this but that doesn’t even matter. He pushes his hips up, gaining more access to that incredibly talented mouth subsequently creating more delightful friction against those lips and that slight stubble. It’s Jon’s mouth, then. Brendon can’t say he’s surprised. Jon’s very good a reciprocating blow jobs.
Brendon only thrusts a few more times before he’s coming undone. His skin is tingling everywhere, sending pleasant yet sharp shocks to his nerve endings and his toes curl. His whole body heats and then there it goes, Brendon comes into Jon’s mouth and then sags limply onto the bed. He’s trying to catch his breath still when Jon crawls over him, pressing tightly closed lips to his then forcing his tongue in. Jon’s mouth tastes bittersweet and salty at the same time and Brendon figures that Jon at least, had caught onto his little plot. Brendon runs his tongue over the older man’s, tasting himself there and letting the final sample smooth over his lips.
Jon pulls away and then another mouth attaches to his. These kisses are bolder and more familiar. It’s Ryan this time then. Brendon opens his mouth to his boyfriend, sharing all of their combined flavours with him eagerly and pulling him over, closer. Kissing Ryan like this, all hot and dirty, is enough to get him half hard again already. Brendon pulls Ryan’s hips down against his own and kisses him like it’s the last time he’ll ever get the chance. He runs his hands over Ryan’s body and turns slightly. His head moves just enough to get a glimpse and he knows that Jon and Spencer are doing the same thing. No one out of the four of them mind sharing but at the end of it all, they all like to go back to their respective boyfriends. It feels something like home, kissing Ryan with all his hard angles pressed up against Brendon’s hips. Brendon thinks this is absolutely perfect.
Finally Ryan pulls away, his lips obscenely red and wet from their making out. He smiles at Brendon shyly. “You taste amazing.”
“No, you guys taste amazing,” he says. He counters Ryan’s shy smile with an all out grin. “I got to taste all of you. It was incredible.” Brendon grins and grips Ryan’s hips a little tighter. He rubs himself against his boyfriend’s thigh.
“Holy shit, Bren,” Ryan chuckles, “I can’t believe you’re fucking hard again already.”
Brendon pouts, “I’m still a teenager, you know,” he says. “So do you wanna help me out, or not?”
Ryan pulls his body off of Brendon’s and cuddles into Jon and Spencer, who had both been watching the scene with amusement. “I’m beat, literally. Spin did me again while you were busy with Jon.”
“Boo, you whore.” Brendon presses a kiss to Ryan’s cheek to lighten the sting of his words. “Guess I’ll just have to take care of myself.” He announces then spits on his hand. Brendon’s determined to put on a good show for them so he spreads his legs wide and lifts a knee. He can feel all three pairs of eyes on him as he lowers his hand down to his dick and starts to slowly run his fingers over it. He’s still sensitive from Jon’s mouth so the first touch actually makes him gasp. He slides his hand over himself idly at first but then more quickly as he thinks about the three boys that are in bed with him and what they’ve done.
He thinks about their lips and the taste testing of tonight but his mind also wanders back to other times. He thinks about Spencer’s tongue inside of him, of Ryan riding him, of Jon fucking him so hard he was begging for more… He tries to keep his eyes open but they flutter shut, blocking the view of the three others all curled up on the bed from him. He’s getting really close when he feels another hand join his, slick and hot and willing. Brendon bites his lip and refuses to open his eyes. He likes not knowing who it is helping him better. Another hand joins his and the first, then another and Brendon knows that all three of them are there now, touching him.
Brendon can’t breathe anymore and although this orgasm isn’t nearly as intense as the one that Jon’s mouth had coaxed out of him, he thinks he likes it better. He likes having all of them together. It just feels right. Ryan’s lips press against his as he comes and he’s spilling over four different hands. Brendon feels himself being pulled back into an embrace by those same four, sticky hands and he lets them guide him down into the mess of limbs. Brendon sighs contentedly as someone weaves long fingers through his hair. He finally blinks his eyes back open. “Do you guys think we can all fit on this bed tonight? I’m far too comfy to move.”
“I think we can brave the attempt,” Jon says sleepily. Brendon feels a squeeze to his hip from Jon’s wide hand.
“You and Ryan are so fucking tiny, you’d barely take up any room at all,” Spencer adds.
“Good. I love you guys, seriously,” Brendon sighs contentedly and leans his head further into the questing fingers.
“Happy Anniversary, Brendon,” Ryan says and Brendon thinks it’s the perfect end to the evening. He’s got his family, he’s got his job, and he’s in college. He really doesn’t think that there’s anything else he’d ask for. Best out of all of it though, is that he’s got Ryan. Having Ryan would make even the direst of situations perfect. He voices all of this with a crackling voice and heavy eyelids before he curls further into the three other bodies and closes his eyes for a nap because he’s seriously not letting them get away with doing this only once tonight. Today is far too special for that. Besides, he’s got ice cream he wants to lick off of someone’s cock in the freezer and he’s definitely not letting that go to waste.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: GSF (big, giant orgy)
POV: Third- Brendon centric
Summary: Based off of the Coffee ‘verse written by
myheartradio who was looking for some smut for the fic. It’s the Anniversary of Brendon’s official Move-In. The guys want to do something special for him.Disclaimer: I don’t own Panic, I don’t own Starbucks and I also do not own this plot. I’m just playing with
myheartradio ‘s ‘verse here.Author Notes: For those who requested Coffee smut, and definitely for
myheartradio. Also, thank you to Panic At The Disco merely for existing, being so hot and being so utterly slashable. Also, THANK YOU to my best bud, cousin and awesome beta lampshadesrrad Enjoy:) Link:
myheartradio’s Coffee If you’re reading this, and you haven’t read that, you really really should. Here are my former Coffee installments:
Perfection
Pieces
Cocaine
[Keep it in the] Family
Wannabe
Make
Brendon drops his things by the front door when he comes in from work. He’s a little pissed that he’d been called in earlier because today is special. Today is so special he’s upset that anyone in the entire world had to work. Today’s the anniversary of when he Officially Moved In with Ryan and Jon. He thinks that this day is more important than his birthday, or his graduation or any other special day possible. He thinks that all of those days are special, sure, but this day? It totally takes the cake. It doesn’t even matter that Spencer lives there too now, because that Anniversary is totally a different special day. Today, today is the most awesome day of Brendon’s entire life.
Brendon takes the time to notice that there are no lights on in the apartment and his heart sinks a little. Ryan hadn’t told him anything about anyone going anywhere tonight but it seems like there’s no one home. Brendon had brought home two liters of Chocolate Explosion ice cream for this occasion and now it seems like he might be eating it alone. This makes him a sad, sad boy. What’s the point in getting the ice cream if there’s no one to share it with, or, you know, eat it off of? There is no point, that’s for sure.
Brendon wanders deeper into their little apartment, looking for some form of life. He had seen shoes at the front door, so there must be someone home at least. The kitchen is empty; the hallway is empty… but wait, Brendon thinks he hears a noise coming from inside Jon’s room and he almost lets out a cheer. He doubles back to the kitchen to shove the ice cream into the freezer and then goes on to further investigate.
There are definitely noises coming out of Jon’s bedroom, well, Jon and Spencer’s bedroom and Brendon actually does let out a cheer. He grips the handle on the door and turns it, bursting into the dark room. The scene he’s greeted with is something he isn’t expecting, in all honesty, though he really shouldn’t be all that surprised about it. Jon’s there, on his bed and he’s gently lifting Spencer’s shirt over his head. Brendon can’t see Spencer’s face, but Jon’s lips are red and slick, kiss bruised, and his eyes are full of lust. It takes both of them a moment, considering they had been quite wrapped up in each other, but they turn to Brendon, both pairs of eyes dark and lusty.
“Oh, uh… I’ll just leave,” Brendon says awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot. “Actually, where’s Ryan? If you tell me, then I’ll leave.” It’s not like he hasn’t walked in on Jon and Spencer before. It’s pretty easy to do when they all share an apartment. Jon and Spencer aren’t exactly discreet either, but then again, neither are Brendon and Ryan. Also, they’ve all had sex together, at the same time, before, more than once. This is nothing that Brendon hasn’t seen before.
The three of them are silent for moments that seem to stretch on then finally, Spencer clears his throat. “You don’t have to leave, you know,” he says, raising an eyebrow in Brendon’s direction. Brendon is thoroughly tempted but who wouldn’t be when Spencer Smith and his boyfriend, Jon Walker were propositioning them?
Unfortunately, Brendon forces himself to shake his head. “I wouldn’t feel right about it. Ryan’s not here.” He shrugs at them then goes to close the door. Suddenly, there’s a body pressed up against his back and hands slipping up underneath his work shirt. Unless some creeper snuck in just to molest him, Brendon is pretty sure that it’s Ryan. Last time he’d thought it was a creeper, it had been Ryan. The irony of that thought amuses him.
He verifies this belief when a very familiar, if gravelly and deep, voice whispers in his ear, “And if Ryan were here?” Brendon feels Ryan’s lips travel over his earlobe, sucking and nipping on the skin. Brendon presses back against him and his eyes slide shut.
“That would depend entirely on what Ryan had to say about the subject,” Brendon replies. Ryan’s hands slip up his shirt and spread over his chest and stomach. Brendon rolls his shoulders back and sags against his boyfriend.
Ryan’s hand slowly drags down Brendon’s stomach then plays at the waistband to his tight jeans. “Ryan says that he wants to watch you kiss Spin and Jon. Ryan says he wants to see your face when someone else makes you come.” He nibbles Brendon’s ear and slips a few fingers beneath the waist of his pants and Brendon groans. That’s definitely enough permission for him though, and he’s quickly stripping himself out of his work clothes, then jumping onto the bed, into the waiting arms of Spencer and Jon.
Hands grasp at his mostly naked body as soon as he lands between the two bodies and Brendon sprawls himself out, totally willing to let the two boys have their way with him. He shoots a glance at his own, official boyfriend, and motions him over. “Ryan, you can’t let me have all the fun.” Brendon has noticed that every time the four of them do this together, Ryan tends to stay on the sidelines, watching the other three until Brendon convinces him to actually come in and participate. They’ve talked about it and Ryan says it’s because he likes to watch them because the three of them are not only the most beautiful things he’s ever seen, but they also mean the absolute most to him and it makes him happy to see them together in this way. Brendon thinks that Ryan’s just too shy. This time, this time Ryan is joining in right away, even if he doesn’t want to,
A blush rushes across Ryan’s cheek at the motion and he fiddles awkwardly with the scarf around his neck. Brendon pries himself away from the two pairs of hands trying to make short work of his underwear and saunters back up to Ryan, “Here, let me help you.” Brendon reaches forward and starts to untie Ryan’s scarf but then he gets side tracked by Ryan’s lips which are slick with saliva and just looking so inviting. He leans forward and presses his own lips against them. Brendon manages to get completely distracted from his mission; instead he’s kissing Ryan deeply and pressing his body up against his boyfriend’s. Ryan’s hands are slipping down his back and reaching to grab his ass, bringing their hips even further together.
Brendon is so caught up in kissing Ryan that he doesn’t even notice Spencer and Jon climb off the bed. He only notices when someone taps his shoulder. He turns, pulling his mouth away from Ryan’s most unwillingly, to look at Spencer. “You’re being greedy,” Spencer smirks. “We want some Ryan too.”
Brendon grins and leans back against his briefly. “Just make sure he gets naked, soon,” he says. He gives Ryan one last cloying kiss then he pulls off, backing up and away from his boyfriend to see what Spencer has in mind. He winds up backing up against the bulk of Jon behind him and he smiles up at his friend. Jon’s hands come down to his hips immediately, and then dip down underneath the hem of his boxers. Brendon shivers but tears his eyes away from Jon and back to Ryan and Spencer.
Spencer has Ryan pushed up against the wall and is making short work of his shirt. Brendon decides that Spencer is very talented because he’s managing to get Ryan out of his clothes and kiss Ryan at the same time. Brendon’s a little bit jealous. Even after a year of sex, he struggles with getting Ryan out of his clothes and kissing him at the same time. Spencer must have years more experience than he does, or maybe he’s just better at multi tasking. Brendon’s focus is broken when Jon actually slips his hand into his underwear and gropes at him casually. He’s a little embarrassed about the deep moan that tears itself from his throat because Jon’s not really exerting himself to pleasure Brendon at the moment but the sight of Spencer and Ryan kissing, of Spencer slowly, so slowly, stripping Ryan of his clothing and tossing it haphazardly across the room is really getting Brendon going. He struggles to keep his eyes open as Jon continues to palm him and watch his boyfriend and Spencer.
Spencer’s lips have moved from Ryan’s down to his neck, kissing over half healed bruises and bite marks (left there courtesy of Brendon). Spencer’s hands are inside of Ryan’s shirt, which is now undone and sliding off his shoulders. Ryan’s eyes are closed and his breath is coming in gasps as Spencer’s lips continue their way down, down to his nipples, down to his chest and down to his stomach. Brendon knows how much Ryan loves having his stomach kissed, he watches as Ryan’s muscles flex under the attention. He watches as gasps escape his boyfriend’s lips, as Ryan’s hands come down to Spencer’s hair and grip, but not tightly enough to actually pull. Brendon pushes his ass back against Jon’s erection as Spencer opens up Ryan’s fly and pulls his dick out. Brendon has to close his eyes when Spencer flicks his eyes up to Ryan’s and licks his lips in the most obscene way possible. It’s just so hot.
When Brendon opens his eyes again, Spencer’s lips are wrapped around Ryan’s cock, slick with sweat and pink from kissing. Spencer’s eyes are closed and he seems to be enjoying giving this as much as Ryan is enjoying receiving it. Brendon can identify with this feeling; he loves giving Ryan head. He loves that Ryan loves getting head too. He can tell how much his boyfriend is enjoying the swirls of Spencer’s tongue on his dick. Ryan’s eyes are open and he’s staring at Brendon and Brendon can read more desire there than he’s ever seen before. That’s why he pulls away from Jon, causing the older man’s hand to fall limply at his own side and makes his way over to the two of them.
Halfway there, Brendon watches Ryan’s eyes as they close. He grins because that means Spencer’s doing a good job. It means that Ryan is close. Brendon presses his mouth into Ryan’s just as Ryan lets go and Brendon swallows his moan. He continues to kiss his boyfriend through the shivers and shakes and helps him down gently as he sinks to the floor. Spencer looks up at them with a grin as he wipes some stray saliva from his lips. Brendon presses his lips to Spencer’s and kisses him roughly, searching for every stray trace of Ryan in his mouth. He wants to taste Spencer and Ryan mingled together, he wants to make sure never forgets the flavour.
During his kiss with Spencer, Brendon feels Jon press up behind him again, feels him lean over and actually hears he and Ryan kiss. It sounds wet and messy and Brendon absolutely has to pull away from Spencer to see this. It’s incredible. Ryan’s tongue darts out quite visibly and forces itself into Jon’s mouth. Jon opens up to Ryan, darting out his own tongue and running it over Ryan’s lips. Ryan is still slouched against the wall but he still manages to put on a good show for them. Brendon kind of wishes he’d been around when Ryan and Jon had actually been together because the two of them are absolutely perfect. Their kiss is obviously well oiled and practiced; Brendon can tell that by the way they respond to each other. Jon’s hand is cupped behind Ryan’s head gently and slowly his lips move down Brendon’s boyfriend’s neck. Brendon kind of wishes that he was Ryan’s neck…
With that thought in mind, the youngest of the four of them pulls away from Spencer and pushes his face up against the side of Jon’s. “Got any kisses for me, Walker?” he asks with a playful grin. Jon’s grin matches his and he leans forward, pressing his lips to Brendon’s. Brendon doesn’t feel guilty at all about pulling Jon away from Ryan because as soon as Jon’s lips hit his, Ryan is accosted by Spencer and Brendon can hear how good their kiss is. He smiles against Jon’s lips and once it comes to a natural close, he pulls away from all of them. “Bed? I don’t want to do this on the floor again…”
Jon grins, “I thought you liked it kinky like that,” he says.
Brendon shakes his head. “No way, I only do the kinky shit because it gets Ryan off so hard,” he smirks at his boyfriend, who is now wearing a deep blush and disentangles himself from the other three boys. “Bed, bed, bed!” he sings as he jumps into the mattress. He spreads himself wide and strikes a pose. It’s not long before Spencer is crawling up him on the bed; kissing all over his bared skin and then finally letting his lips settle on Brendon’s.
Spencer kisses Brendon enthusiastically. His lips slide easily against Brendon’s and he’s pressing his body up against Brendon’s own deliciously. Brendon slides his hands down to Spencer’s hips and pushes his own up. His mouth falls open with a gasp as their cocks brush each other. Brendon is getting impatient now, he’s a teenage boy and all he wants to do is get off. He thrusts his hips up again and murmurs, “Spin… wanna fuck you.”
Brendon opens his eyes to see Spencer’s smirk and just in time to feel Spencer thrust his own hips down, a little more roughly than Brendon had anticipated. Then Spencer lets out a long, deep moan and Brendon struggles onto his elbows to see what’s happening. Spencer’s legs are spread wide, since he’s straddling Brendon and Ryan’s behind him, running his tongue over Spencer’s tailbone and down between his cheeks. And oh, Brendon knows what that’s like.
He thrusts up against Spencer because he’s craving the friction like he’s never craved anything else in his entire life. He pushes his body against Spencer’s then shudders when he feels a slick, warm, wide hand slide itself over his dick. It’s Jon’s, he can tell by the thickness. Brendon presses himself up into the wetness and finds that it’s taken away far too soon. Jon brings his hand back briefly to roll a condom onto Brendon, jerking his dick none too gently in the process. Brendon moans. But then, then his lips are distracted by Ryan’s and Spencer’s mouths both, tongues twining together and tangling. Brendon’s not even sure who’s kissing him at any given time; he just knows that the feeling of both Spencer and Ryan’s mouths against his is better than any heaven he could possibly imagine. Brendon doesn’t get much of a chance to complain when one of the mouths pulls away from his because the other moves in to fully take its place. Brendon realizes immediately that it was Spencer that had moved and he kisses Ryan enthusiastically. He doesn’t know why Spencer had pulled away but he’s pretty sure he’ll find out, soon. And he does.
Spencer shifts his hips down on Brendon’s, positioning himself right over Brendon’s cock. Brendon reaches, gropes for something to hold onto as Spencer begins to lower himself down. His hand reaches Jon’s hair, he can tell because it’s a little coarser than Ryan’s and there’s no way that Spencer’s head can be that far down. His other hand is on Spencer’s hip, slowly guiding his movements. Brendon feels soft lips on his own hip and a sharp tongue trailing lines over both he and Spencer. He continues to thrust idly into Spencer and moves his hand around to grasp his friend’s dick.
Brendon jerks at Spencer and thrusts into him until he feels Spencer start to contract around him. He pulls out, all the way at this point because Brendon knows he doesn’t want to get off yet. He pulls his mouth from Ryan’s, moves it back to Spencer’s and kisses him breathless as Spencer comes all over Brendon’s hand. Spencer slumps against him, mouth moving with lazy kisses and a satisfied smile on his face. Brendon kisses him back, but then rolls them over so that he can meander over to one of the others. Brendon rolls the condom off himself and tosses it onto the floor. He figures that by now, Ryan’s had enough time to recover and he really likes getting off with Ryan best.
Ryan is bent over Spencer, giving their friend the kisses that Brendon had turned from and doing a very good job of it. Spencer’s face is blissful in the aftershocks and his tongue moves against Ryan’s slothfully. Jon’s head is bent over his stomach, cleaning all of the liquid from it and leaving streaks of wet behind. When Jon looks up at Brendon, his mouth is wet with Spencer and Brendon can’t help but lean forward and lick all of the stray streaks off of him. He joins his mouth with Jon’s immediately following and forces his tongue into Jon’s mouth, searching for any lasting piece of Spencer. Brendon decides right then that he’s going to taste them all tonight.
With that in mind, Brendon moves his mouth from Jon’s, satisfied with Spencer’s lingering taste on his lips and moves slowly down Jon’s body, pausing to run his tongue over the flushed and heated skin. He takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks on it until he hears Jon gasp then he moves over to the other and repeats the action. “Shit Bren…” he hears from above him. Brendon grins. He likes being generous. He continues to work his mouth lower, over Jon’s stomach.
Brendon delights in the way that Jon’s abs contract under his attention and he delights further in the short gasps of breath that Jon is taking. Brendon knows that the oldest of the four of them is anticipating this and he also knows that he’s got an inherent talent at it. Brendon presses feather light kisses all over Jon’s cock. This causes Jon to throw his head back and moan, loudly. Brendon takes a moment to pull away and grin at him conceitedly. “Like that, do you, Walker?” he teases.
“Fuck Bren, where did you learn that?” Jon replies, his eyes flutter closed and he takes a deep breath. Instead of answering, Brendon leans down again and ghosts his lips over Jon’s member. He spends some more time teasing, just enough to get Jon moaning and thrusting into his mouth before taking him all the way in and sucking hard. He pulls off a little again after that and starts to move his lips up and down the length. It doesn’t take Jon long, not at all. He’s coming, spurting his hot seed down Brendon’s throat only moments later, exclaiming some muffled curse and shaking his way through his orgasm.
Brendon licks Jon a few more times before moving back up his body and kissing him deeply. Jon flips them over, forcing Brendon down onto the bed then pressing his lips to Brendon’s harshly. Brendon thrusts his own hardness up into Jon experimentally and feels the chuckles move from Jon’s chest and down into his own throat. Jon pulls away and gives him an amused glance. “I’m getting there, impatience-pants,” he says with a playful smile ghosting over his swollen lips.
“All of you got off already, besides, I’m not even wearing pants,” Brendon whines. He’s about to add more when a mouth surrounds his cock. It’s all intense heat and tongue action and Brendon can’t help but thrust up into that welcoming mouth. He’s not going to last long, he knows this but that doesn’t even matter. He pushes his hips up, gaining more access to that incredibly talented mouth subsequently creating more delightful friction against those lips and that slight stubble. It’s Jon’s mouth, then. Brendon can’t say he’s surprised. Jon’s very good a reciprocating blow jobs.
Brendon only thrusts a few more times before he’s coming undone. His skin is tingling everywhere, sending pleasant yet sharp shocks to his nerve endings and his toes curl. His whole body heats and then there it goes, Brendon comes into Jon’s mouth and then sags limply onto the bed. He’s trying to catch his breath still when Jon crawls over him, pressing tightly closed lips to his then forcing his tongue in. Jon’s mouth tastes bittersweet and salty at the same time and Brendon figures that Jon at least, had caught onto his little plot. Brendon runs his tongue over the older man’s, tasting himself there and letting the final sample smooth over his lips.
Jon pulls away and then another mouth attaches to his. These kisses are bolder and more familiar. It’s Ryan this time then. Brendon opens his mouth to his boyfriend, sharing all of their combined flavours with him eagerly and pulling him over, closer. Kissing Ryan like this, all hot and dirty, is enough to get him half hard again already. Brendon pulls Ryan’s hips down against his own and kisses him like it’s the last time he’ll ever get the chance. He runs his hands over Ryan’s body and turns slightly. His head moves just enough to get a glimpse and he knows that Jon and Spencer are doing the same thing. No one out of the four of them mind sharing but at the end of it all, they all like to go back to their respective boyfriends. It feels something like home, kissing Ryan with all his hard angles pressed up against Brendon’s hips. Brendon thinks this is absolutely perfect.
Finally Ryan pulls away, his lips obscenely red and wet from their making out. He smiles at Brendon shyly. “You taste amazing.”
“No, you guys taste amazing,” he says. He counters Ryan’s shy smile with an all out grin. “I got to taste all of you. It was incredible.” Brendon grins and grips Ryan’s hips a little tighter. He rubs himself against his boyfriend’s thigh.
“Holy shit, Bren,” Ryan chuckles, “I can’t believe you’re fucking hard again already.”
Brendon pouts, “I’m still a teenager, you know,” he says. “So do you wanna help me out, or not?”
Ryan pulls his body off of Brendon’s and cuddles into Jon and Spencer, who had both been watching the scene with amusement. “I’m beat, literally. Spin did me again while you were busy with Jon.”
“Boo, you whore.” Brendon presses a kiss to Ryan’s cheek to lighten the sting of his words. “Guess I’ll just have to take care of myself.” He announces then spits on his hand. Brendon’s determined to put on a good show for them so he spreads his legs wide and lifts a knee. He can feel all three pairs of eyes on him as he lowers his hand down to his dick and starts to slowly run his fingers over it. He’s still sensitive from Jon’s mouth so the first touch actually makes him gasp. He slides his hand over himself idly at first but then more quickly as he thinks about the three boys that are in bed with him and what they’ve done.
He thinks about their lips and the taste testing of tonight but his mind also wanders back to other times. He thinks about Spencer’s tongue inside of him, of Ryan riding him, of Jon fucking him so hard he was begging for more… He tries to keep his eyes open but they flutter shut, blocking the view of the three others all curled up on the bed from him. He’s getting really close when he feels another hand join his, slick and hot and willing. Brendon bites his lip and refuses to open his eyes. He likes not knowing who it is helping him better. Another hand joins his and the first, then another and Brendon knows that all three of them are there now, touching him.
Brendon can’t breathe anymore and although this orgasm isn’t nearly as intense as the one that Jon’s mouth had coaxed out of him, he thinks he likes it better. He likes having all of them together. It just feels right. Ryan’s lips press against his as he comes and he’s spilling over four different hands. Brendon feels himself being pulled back into an embrace by those same four, sticky hands and he lets them guide him down into the mess of limbs. Brendon sighs contentedly as someone weaves long fingers through his hair. He finally blinks his eyes back open. “Do you guys think we can all fit on this bed tonight? I’m far too comfy to move.”
“I think we can brave the attempt,” Jon says sleepily. Brendon feels a squeeze to his hip from Jon’s wide hand.
“You and Ryan are so fucking tiny, you’d barely take up any room at all,” Spencer adds.
“Good. I love you guys, seriously,” Brendon sighs contentedly and leans his head further into the questing fingers.
“Happy Anniversary, Brendon,” Ryan says and Brendon thinks it’s the perfect end to the evening. He’s got his family, he’s got his job, and he’s in college. He really doesn’t think that there’s anything else he’d ask for. Best out of all of it though, is that he’s got Ryan. Having Ryan would make even the direst of situations perfect. He voices all of this with a crackling voice and heavy eyelids before he curls further into the three other bodies and closes his eyes for a nap because he’s seriously not letting them get away with doing this only once tonight. Today is far too special for that. Besides, he’s got ice cream he wants to lick off of someone’s cock in the freezer and he’s definitely not letting that go to waste.