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Brendon moaned as Spencer hooked his fingers under the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head, kissing along his collarbone when possible. Brendon turned, flipping them over so that he was straddling Spencer, who was lying tensely beneath him as Brendon sucked and licked his way down Spencer's chest and to the waistband of his jeans...
BEEP.
"Shut up."
BEEEEEEEEP.
"Fuck. I was having a nice dream you asshole!"
Spencer threw his alarm clock across his bedroom, relieved when the beeping ceased. He ran his fingers through his hair and realized that he was drenched in sweat. In the act of bringing his other hand up to wipe the salty liquid (not that kind of salty liquid you pervert) from his face, he noticed that he had been jerking off. In his sleep.
Pulling his hand out of his boxers, he yawned, before changing his mind and letting his thoughts return to Brendon, and letting his hand to it's... previous function.
"Sweetie, if you sleep much longer then-"
"MOM! FUCKING KNOCK FIRST!"
"Spencer."
"Fine. Freaking knock first."
Her voice came from the other side of the door, which she had hastily closed again when it was clear that Spencer wanted some privacy,"Get ready for school or you'll be late. And if you're late, I won't let you go to that sleepover tonight."
Spencer jumped up and practically sprinted into the shower, took care of his... um... problem, jumped into his clothes, and drove 2 whole miles above the speed limit. Once on campus, he didn't search for Brendon like he usually did, and stayed clear of the music room, where Brendon was most likely lurking.
Spencer wasn't trying to avoid Brendon. Not at all. It's just that if he saw his boyfriend right now, he would have a hard time resisting the urge to push Brendon into the nearest bathroom and have his way with him. No, that wouldn't be very classy at all.
Brendon seemed to be thinking the same thing in first period as he proceeded to break his pencil several times in the span of one minute because he was staring at the back of Spencer's head instead of focusing on his notes. Spencer smiled a little at each snap of the lead, which was followed by Brendon huffing and exasperatedly clicking the top of his mechanical pencil.
Lunch was even worse.
While Spencer was trying to keep up a level-headed conversation with Ian about Star Wars, Brendon was busy running his hand up Spencer's thigh under the table. Spencer retaliated in Chemistry though, when he reached over Brendon to grab a test tube, leaning across his lap a little to long to be completely innocent while doing so.
In the end, they barely made it to Brendon's front-lawn-bush-fort before they were both trying to climb on top of each other, frantically pressing their lips together.
"You've been fucking teasing me all day," Spencer growled, tugging Brendon even closer by the fabric of his shirt.
Brendon moaned into his mouth and put two of his fingers through Spencer's belt loops, leaning back so that Spencer was on top.
"Have your parents left yet?"
Brendon nodded absentmindedly and started fumbling with the buttons on Spencer's shirt. Spencer reached down and grabbed Brendon's hands, stopping him from taking his shirt off. Surprisingly, Brendon didn't fight it, he just leaned up and continued kissing his boyfriend.
"Bren, we're in a bush."
"Yes. Want you. Right now."
"In a bush?"
"Anywhere."
"I'm not planning on losing my virginity in a bush, Brendon Urie."
"I am."
"No. I won't let you."
"Who's teasing now?"
"Fuck you."
"Yes please!"
Spencer rolled his eyes and pushed Brendon off of him, clambering out of the bush and dusting himself off. Brendon followed suit, somewhat unhappily, brushing a stray twig out of Spencer's hair and taking his hand, leading them inside the house.
The moment the front door closed, their hands were on each other again, pushing, pulling, touching, feeling.
Spencer dragged Brendon up the stairs to his room, saying that this would be easier on a bed.
Brendon pushed Spencer through the doorway of his room, and as preoccupied as he was, Spencer vaguely managed to grasp that Brendon's room was painted blue, and that it was surprisingly tidy. He knew that there was a desk in the room, because Brendon pushed him against it, trapping his hips between the desk and his boyfriend.
He also noticed that the bed was really soft as he lied down on it, his fingers tangling messily in Brendon's dark, strawberry scented hair.
Brendon sat up so that he had one knee on each side of Spencer's waist. He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it behind him. Spencer was pretty sure that it knocked over the desk lamp, but all that he was really focusing on right now was the way Brendon undid the rest of the buttons on Spencer's shirt and took it off.
Spencer sat up so that Brendon was straddling him, pushing his tongue into Brendon's willing mouth, his hands running down Brendon's bare chest, savoring the soft warmth. Brendon made a desperate sound, halfway between a moan and a sigh, and rocked his hips forward into Spencer's, drawing a loud moan from the younger boy's lips.
"Brendon... fuck, that feels so good... don't stop..."
Brendon kissed the underside of Spencer's jaw, continuing to grind into Spencer's lap, moving down to suck at his collarbone. Spencer knew that he would have a shit-ton of marks on his skin later, but he didn't care.
Those marks meant he belonged to Brendon, and Spencer fucking loved it.
Brendon gasped in surprise when Spencer flipped them over to better access the button on his jeans. Spencer had never gotten this far with anyone before, and his hands were shaking as he tried to undo Brendon's pants.
Brendon noticed this and put his hand underneath Spencer's chin, tipping his head up to look into his apprehensive blue eyes.
"Hey. I'm nervous too. But I trust you Spence. Plus, if we stop now, I think my dick will explode."
Spencer smiled and pressed his lips to Brendon's softly.
"I trust you too. And I will make sure that your dick doesn't explode. I will make very sure of that."
Their lips met again and Spencer managed to take Brendon's pants off, groaning when he could see just how hard Brendon was for him.
"God, you don't know what you do to me Bren..."
He licked up Brendon's stomach, making him shiver.
"I just want to keep you here and do nasty, nasty things to you forever."
He moved his attention back to Brendon's mouth while his hand dipped below the waistband of Brendon's boxers firmly taking hold of his dick.
"Fuck! Spencer, oh that feels amazing..."
Brendon started to thrust up into Spencer's hand, gasping for breath and looking so far gone.
"Uh, Spence, yes, yes, just like that, fuck!"
Spencer didn't really know how to jerk other guys off, so he stuck with fisting Brendon's cock rapidly, enjoying the yelps of pleasure Brendon let out when he twisted his wrist just right.
"Shit, Spence, you have to stop, I'm so close..." Brendon whined, tangling his hands in the sheets and arching his back in ecstasy.
Spencer nodded and released Brendon's dick, not really sure what to do now.
"Okay," the brown-eyed boy panted, taking off his plaid boxers, "you are wearing too many clothes Spencer Smith. You need to get naked, right now."
Spencer looked down and peeled his purple skinny jeans off with some difficulty, along with his underwear. Soon they were both tangled in each other's arms again, kissing somewhat desperately.
"Okay." Brendon said, as Spencer bit a sensitive spot behind his ear.
"Okay? Okay what?"
Brendon shifted beneath Spencer and responded, "Okay, you should fuck me now."
Spencer blinked.
"Geez Spence, haven't you ever watched gay porn?"
Spencer nodded. Of course he has. He had a whole fucking folder of it on his computer. His brain was just a tad fuzzy and disconnected at the moment.
Oh. Right. Fingers. Yes.
"Um," Spencer started, "Do you have any... you know, preparation supplies?"
Brendon nodded and pointed to his nightstand drawer. Spencer opened it and pulled out some lube, spreading the (not surprisingly) strawberry-flavored liquid on two of his fingers.
"Ready?"
"As I'll ever be."
With that somewhat noncommittal response, Spencer cupped Brendon's ass and experimentally pushed a finger inside. Brendon moaned Spencer's name loudly and threw his head back on the pillow, gasping. Raising an eyebrow, Spencer moved his finger in and out of Brendon, watching in awe as he twisted and whined for more.
Spencer slid another finger in and scissored Brendon open.
"Spence, your fingers, I need more, fuck just give me more!"
He added a third digit, finger-fucking Brendon until the dark-haired boy was practically sobbing in pleasure, pushing back into Spencer's fingers forcefully.
Spencer pulled his finger's out and pressed his lips to Brendon's when he made to complain, "Just wait."
The younger boy didn't bother to use a condom since they were both virgins, and he was pretty sure that Brendon wouldn't get pregnant. Instead, he slathered his dick up with lube and hovered over Brendon's entrance.
Both boys looked into each other's eyes, studying, looking for a hint of uncertainty. The chocolate eyes nodded, and Spencer pushed in.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Spencer pretty much almost came right then and there. Brendon was so tight and warm and amazing and delightful. His hands were clutching Spencer's shoulder's in a death grip, his mouth open, eyes closed, head thrown back, and Spencer had never seen anything so beautifully stunning in his entire life. Brendon sucked in a breath and ordered, "Spencer. Move."
Remembering to breathe, Spencer rocked slowly against Brendon at first, savoring the delicious feeling of having sex.
Brendon moved his hands from were they had been resting on Spencer's shoulders up to his hair, which was a couple shades lighter than his own. He tugged on the roots, signaling for his boyfriend to hurry the hell up.
Brendon cried out when Spencer really started to fuck him, hips jerking forward almost of their own accord. Spencer changed his angle ever so slightly, hitting Brendon's prostate, making Brendon wail. He lifted Brendon's hips up a little, pounding into him frantically. Spencer leaned forward so that his face was inches from Brendon's, sliding their lips together.
Their foreheads were pressed against each other's, sweat dripping onto each other faces, wet strands of hair tangling together. The room felt extremely hot and humid, like a rain forest.
Spencer leaned down to suck and bite at Brendon's neck, trying to keep his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he tasted salt on his boyfriend's skin. He felt one of Brendon's hands reach down to jack himself off, and knew that they both wouldn't last long now.
"Bren, oh, I'm gonna - oh Brendon yes!"
Spencer felt heat spread out all over him, making a path down his stomach that was on the brink of ticklish, but mostly just felt awesome. He moaned out Brendon's name as he came, hearing his own name mingled in with curses and unintelligible sounds as Brendon reached his orgasm.
They both collapsed in a heap of limbs, lying there for a few minutes, panting until Spencer pulled out, Brendon snuggling into his side.
Brendon wrapped his arms around Spencer's waist and nuzzled his face into Spencer's neck, sighing contentedly. Spencer smiled sleepily and ran his fingers through Brendon's sweat-drenched hair, securing his other arm around his boyfriend's shoulders. He threw Brendon's fluffy comforter across them both.
"Spence?" Brendon's voice sounded rough and worn-out from all the moaning.
"Hm?"
Brendon looked up at Spencer, his brown eyes were big and hesitant.
"I... I think I'm in love with you." He quickly ducked his head back into Spencer's neck.
Spencer put his hand under Brendon's chin and tipped his head back, much as Brendon had done before, and kissed him. "Love you too Bren."
Brendon looked relieved and kissed him back for a few minutes until he yawned, settling back into his lover's chest and falling asleep.
After a few minutes of listening to Brendon's deep breathing, feeling his warm, moist breath against his chest, Spencer felt his eyes drift shut too.

300 miles away, a couple argued about having to leave their son home alone so much.

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