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First Time
They say he's an asshole, but he just might not be... to Brendon. // Smutty smut goodness.
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“Bill,” I looked over to the bed across the room from mine. He was laying on it with his earphones in, tapping his fingers lightly on the bed below him. I wasn’t even sure if he heard me. But I didn’t want to yell or touch him. What if he smacked me? I barely knew the guy. When he didn’t respond, I cleared my throat, “Bill?” I spoke a little louder.
He heard me that time and pulled his earbuds out. He sat up and looked at me, “Yeah?” he asked, setting them down on the bed, “Sorry about that. I was in the zone. What can I do you for?”
“Well… My first show is tomorrow night.”
“Yeah? As it should be.”
“With Ryan.”
His eyes widened and he stood up, “We have to get that fixed. We have to talk to Pete. You can’t have Ryan as your first. That’s… suicide,” he rushed toward the door. I jumped up and grabbed his arm. He spun toward me, “What?” his voice sounded urgent and scared.
“Well, someone has to be my first. He can’t be that bad…” I suggested. I didn’t want Pete to hate me on my second day. Well, on my first technically. Nonetheless, I didn’t want him hating me. It would be bad if he did. I’d be out of a job and out of a place to live. Bill sighed and walked back over to his bed. In relief, I retreated back to my own, “Just… what can I do to make him not as angry?”
“Honestly… There was only ever one guy years ago that he never was harsh to. No one knew what his secret was. He retired and, since then, Ryan’s been a prick. He had short brown hair, brown eyes, and he didn’t care if he was top or bottom. He made himself Ryan’s bitch, basically. But Ryan fell for him. Head over heels. No one’s been able to get to him that way since. So there’s really no turn ons you can do to make him less angry.”
I sighed and flopped back onto my bed, “I’m so screwed… This is going to make me never want to have sex ever again, isn’t it?” and he just laughed. I glared at him, “What’s so funny?” He shook his head and rested back against his bed, putting the earbuds back in. Asshole.
The next day rolled on and I got out of bed bright and early. I put on the robe and walked out to see everyone already prepping their lines with each other. I looked around and saw a rather impatient-looking guy, sitting there, staring at the clock like it was going to sprout arms and legs. That must be Ryan. I took a deep breath and walked over, “Are you Ryan?”
His head snapped up and he looked like he was about to yell at me, but he didn’t. He stood up and just stared at me for the longest time. I repeated myself and he shook his head, “Yeah, sorry. You just… never mind. Do you have the script?” I nodded and held it up. He nodded, “Okay, good, you start the scene off.”
“Okay…” we practiced for a while until we both had the lines down.
“What are you doing in here?” I asked in an exasperated tone, looking around. I took a step back, “You can’t be here!”
He moved closer, “When you said that you didn’t want me in your life anymore, I hope you know it doesn’t work that way,” he took a hold of my wrist and moved closer, “I am the world to you and vice versa. You can’t just take my heart and crush it, you ass.”
“My wife is coming. You can’t be here.”
“Says who?” he growled. The first three times we’d practiced this, we ended there and started over. But he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me in, kissing me passionately on the lips. That was part of the script, but we were supposed to save the scene for the stage, not for practice. Bill had told me that. But I found myself wrapping my arms around him and kissing him back. My hand slipped in to his hair as I kissed him back.
When we pulled away, he took a step back, “Sorry,” he muttered, “We… go on second. I’m…” he stopped and just walked away. I was speechless. I had no idea what to say or do. I looked around and noticed all the other stars were staring at us like we’d just committed. I looked at Ryan as he walked away. What was that? I mean, yeah, it was a kiss. But what the hell?
“What are you doing in here?!” I yelled on stage as Ryan entered in through the other wing. I took a step back, “You can’t be here!”
He moved closer to me, (closer than he had in practice) “When you said that you didn’t want me in your life, I hope you know it doesn’t work that way,” he moved even closer to I could feel his breath ghost across my lips. He took hold of my wrist and held it up, “I am the world to you and vice versa. You can’t just take my heart and crush it, you ass.”
I could barely talk, but I forced the lines out, “My wife is coming. You can’t be here.”
“Says who?” he growled and threw my wrist down. He grabbed my waist and bent me across him with a passionate kiss. The kiss lasted longer than it was supposed to, I was sure. He finally lifted me off my feet and tossed me onto the bed.
“Oh, Dmitre, I don’t know how I ever lived without you,” I whispered. It was a line, we just hadn’t practiced this part yet. He smirked and climbed on top of me. He pressed a harsh kiss to my lips and slipped a hand under me, pressing his body into mine.
“You didn’t,” he grinned and kissed me again. As we kissed, he moved his hands under my shirt and pulled it up and over my head. I gasped when I realized something. I forgot to take the pill. I hadn’t learned how to make it go up. I hadn’t learned how to get turned on by all of this. If I didn’t get hard, no one would believe this. I’d have to focus on it, try to make myself get turned on.
He moved his lips away from mine and moved down to my neck. He started leaving little nibbles and kisses on the soft skin there. His hands roamed up and down my torso as much as they possibly could. I was enjoying it, which was weird. I didn’t think I would. Then again, I’m a guy, who wouldn’t enjoy this? Besides, Ryan is attractive. He then continued down to my collarbone. He placed soft kisses on the bone. He then continued down to lick and suck on my nipples. I couldn’t suppress the moan. I thought that was just a female thing. Apparently not.
He pinched me and I realized that, right, I was just as much part of this as he was. I flipped him over and leaned down to bite down on his neck, “You can’t have all the fun here, you know,” I pushed my hands under his shirt and pulled it off. I threw it offstage and leaned back down to continue kissing him. I was trying to remember exactly what I was supposed to do. I remember something about using my hands and my lips, but to do what again? Fuck. Well, the audience doesn’t know what I’m supposed to do, so I can improvise, right? Yeah, I’ll do that. I started to roam my hands around his torso, tucking one behind him, the other joining my lips on his neck, but on the other side. I started to leave a hickey, but he kicked me.
I stopped and kept doing other things. Obviously hickeys were bad in this line of work. I was just caught up in the moment. Was it so bad I wanted to make him mine? Yeah, probably. I let my hands leave their spots and head down to his waistband. I unbuttoned them and sat up to easier get them off. I threw them backstage and looked at him, “You were prepared,” at which he smirked. I leaned back down to continue to leave small kisses on his chest. When I came up to kiss him on the lips again, he flipped me over and I gasped. I forgot about that. Right, yeah, he’s on top. Not me.
He slipped my pants off easily and climbed back on top of me. I was already hard? Holy shit. I wasn’t expecting that. How… Oh right, Ryan was sexy. There was that. He came back down to kiss me again. Just over my lips, he spoke, “Where’s the lube?” and I looked around, flustered. I actually forgot where it was put. I even forgot the line. So that was bad. Improv. Improvise, Brendon, improvise. He looked at me expectantly.
“My wife moves things around. I’m not sure where she put it,” he looked astounded, but went along with it. He nodded and climbed off of me. He pretended to go off stage and then came back. He went through the drawer next to the bed and pulled it out. I smiled at him. Right, the line was ‘Drawer.’ Wow, I’m a retard. He climbed back on top of me and poured some into his hand. He rubbed it on himself, not restraining the moan that slipped through his lips. He had been doing this for a while.
“But first,” he smirked. First? What was… Oh dear god. He leaned down and kissed the tip of my erect dick. My breath hitched and I grasped the sheets beneath me. Right, hair. I was supposed to put my hands in his hair. But then he actually put his mouth on me and I forgot who I was. Who I was playing. Some… married guy? I think. I really couldn’t remember. I did remember to slowly shove my hands into his hair. I grasped at the strands as he began to lick around my shaft. I moaned and arched my back. He raised an eyebrow. He probably thought I was either a really good actor or I was weird. But he kept going, regardless. I had to keep myself from bucking my hips up to fuck his mouth. But I did it anyway. He choked a little, but smirked. He went with my thrusts, deep throating me at every chance he got.
And dear god, I was not going to last long, “Ung,” I grunted, gripping harder, arching my back more. He took this as a sign that I was about to come. He pulled off and smiled innocently. I glared at him. He shook his finger at me before shoving it inside me. I gasped. Holy shit. I should have been expecting that. But for some reason, I really wasn’t. He then started to pump it and I bit my lip, shutting my eyes. It hurt, not in a good way either. Then he hit my prostate and it was like HOLY SHIT. I gasped and opened my eyes just in time to see him smirk. He put in a second and kept going, kept hitting that spot. I grunted and he put in a third. He started doing it faster and faster until, all of a sudden, the pressure was gone. I pouted at him.
He chuckled and shook his head, mouthing ‘don’t worry.’ So he knew I wasn’t acting. He also knew now that I was a virgin. Great. He shoved himself in and I gasped. He wrapped my legs around himself and thrusted in again. I moaned that time, just loud enough for the audience. I began to thrust with him as he went in and out. God, how had I never had sex before this? For fuck’s sake (literally). He kept going, faster, harder, rougher. I didn’t care. It felt so good. I wanted him to go faster and harder, but I couldn’t really ask. I felt him getting closer (also heard. Damn, that boy can get loud). He reached down to take my dick into his hands as he leaned down to kiss me on the lips. He started to stroke me as he kept thrusting into me. I gasped and moaned, trying to kiss him back. I had never been good at multitasking, I’ll admit that now.
This was so hard for me(no pun intended). He laughed against my lips and kept kissing me. I felt his seed spill inside me just as mine spilled all over our stomachs. He smirked and pulled out, moving his lips down to my stomach. He licked it all up and moved back up to kiss me on the lips. I blushed, but kissed him back. It strangely didn’t taste that bad.
“JACK!” came Bill, wearing drag of course, “How dare you!” she screamed. The lights went dim. The curtains closed and Ryan climbed off of me. I got off the bed and pulled on my robe. Ryan smirked at me and walked off. I went over to Bill who shook his head, “How was it?”
“It wasn’t bad. I mean, he wasn’t… like… mean…” I admitted sheepishly. It then hit me that several hundred people just watched me have sex on stage with a guy I’d met a day ago. Wow. That’s… wow. I hadn’t quite noticed that before, “I’m going to go shower…” I walked off.
I was in the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror. I was the very image of someone who just got fucked. And I liked it. Of course I did. Who doesn’t? I took off my robe and hung it up. I got into the shower and closed the door, allowing the water to wash the sex off of me. With my eyes closed, I was humming some song or other, not paying attention to the outside world. Suddenly I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and my eyes snapped open. What the fuck?! These were private showers! I turned around and my eyes widened.
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A/N: I know I didn't update Secrets, but I didn't feel like writing it. And I felt like being smutty today. So... yeah. I was in public while writing this too. (What's with me and writing sex scenes in public? Who knows.) Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it! :) Rate and review, pretty please!
A/N 2: From now on, I will only update the 'all my stories' after every date has been fulfilled. So after What Diaries Reveal is posted, I'll post the new dates. It's just easier that way. If I miss an update day, you're going to have to wait another two weeks for it to be posted.
“Bill,” I looked over to the bed across the room from mine. He was laying on it with his earphones in, tapping his fingers lightly on the bed below him. I wasn’t even sure if he heard me. But I didn’t want to yell or touch him. What if he smacked me? I barely knew the guy. When he didn’t respond, I cleared my throat, “Bill?” I spoke a little louder.
He heard me that time and pulled his earbuds out. He sat up and looked at me, “Yeah?” he asked, setting them down on the bed, “Sorry about that. I was in the zone. What can I do you for?”
“Well… My first show is tomorrow night.”
“Yeah? As it should be.”
“With Ryan.”
His eyes widened and he stood up, “We have to get that fixed. We have to talk to Pete. You can’t have Ryan as your first. That’s… suicide,” he rushed toward the door. I jumped up and grabbed his arm. He spun toward me, “What?” his voice sounded urgent and scared.
“Well, someone has to be my first. He can’t be that bad…” I suggested. I didn’t want Pete to hate me on my second day. Well, on my first technically. Nonetheless, I didn’t want him hating me. It would be bad if he did. I’d be out of a job and out of a place to live. Bill sighed and walked back over to his bed. In relief, I retreated back to my own, “Just… what can I do to make him not as angry?”
“Honestly… There was only ever one guy years ago that he never was harsh to. No one knew what his secret was. He retired and, since then, Ryan’s been a prick. He had short brown hair, brown eyes, and he didn’t care if he was top or bottom. He made himself Ryan’s bitch, basically. But Ryan fell for him. Head over heels. No one’s been able to get to him that way since. So there’s really no turn ons you can do to make him less angry.”
I sighed and flopped back onto my bed, “I’m so screwed… This is going to make me never want to have sex ever again, isn’t it?” and he just laughed. I glared at him, “What’s so funny?” He shook his head and rested back against his bed, putting the earbuds back in. Asshole.
The next day rolled on and I got out of bed bright and early. I put on the robe and walked out to see everyone already prepping their lines with each other. I looked around and saw a rather impatient-looking guy, sitting there, staring at the clock like it was going to sprout arms and legs. That must be Ryan. I took a deep breath and walked over, “Are you Ryan?”
His head snapped up and he looked like he was about to yell at me, but he didn’t. He stood up and just stared at me for the longest time. I repeated myself and he shook his head, “Yeah, sorry. You just… never mind. Do you have the script?” I nodded and held it up. He nodded, “Okay, good, you start the scene off.”
“Okay…” we practiced for a while until we both had the lines down.
“What are you doing in here?” I asked in an exasperated tone, looking around. I took a step back, “You can’t be here!”
He moved closer, “When you said that you didn’t want me in your life anymore, I hope you know it doesn’t work that way,” he took a hold of my wrist and moved closer, “I am the world to you and vice versa. You can’t just take my heart and crush it, you ass.”
“My wife is coming. You can’t be here.”
“Says who?” he growled. The first three times we’d practiced this, we ended there and started over. But he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me in, kissing me passionately on the lips. That was part of the script, but we were supposed to save the scene for the stage, not for practice. Bill had told me that. But I found myself wrapping my arms around him and kissing him back. My hand slipped in to his hair as I kissed him back.
When we pulled away, he took a step back, “Sorry,” he muttered, “We… go on second. I’m…” he stopped and just walked away. I was speechless. I had no idea what to say or do. I looked around and noticed all the other stars were staring at us like we’d just committed. I looked at Ryan as he walked away. What was that? I mean, yeah, it was a kiss. But what the hell?
“What are you doing in here?!” I yelled on stage as Ryan entered in through the other wing. I took a step back, “You can’t be here!”
He moved closer to me, (closer than he had in practice) “When you said that you didn’t want me in your life, I hope you know it doesn’t work that way,” he moved even closer to I could feel his breath ghost across my lips. He took hold of my wrist and held it up, “I am the world to you and vice versa. You can’t just take my heart and crush it, you ass.”
I could barely talk, but I forced the lines out, “My wife is coming. You can’t be here.”
“Says who?” he growled and threw my wrist down. He grabbed my waist and bent me across him with a passionate kiss. The kiss lasted longer than it was supposed to, I was sure. He finally lifted me off my feet and tossed me onto the bed.
“Oh, Dmitre, I don’t know how I ever lived without you,” I whispered. It was a line, we just hadn’t practiced this part yet. He smirked and climbed on top of me. He pressed a harsh kiss to my lips and slipped a hand under me, pressing his body into mine.
“You didn’t,” he grinned and kissed me again. As we kissed, he moved his hands under my shirt and pulled it up and over my head. I gasped when I realized something. I forgot to take the pill. I hadn’t learned how to make it go up. I hadn’t learned how to get turned on by all of this. If I didn’t get hard, no one would believe this. I’d have to focus on it, try to make myself get turned on.
He moved his lips away from mine and moved down to my neck. He started leaving little nibbles and kisses on the soft skin there. His hands roamed up and down my torso as much as they possibly could. I was enjoying it, which was weird. I didn’t think I would. Then again, I’m a guy, who wouldn’t enjoy this? Besides, Ryan is attractive. He then continued down to my collarbone. He placed soft kisses on the bone. He then continued down to lick and suck on my nipples. I couldn’t suppress the moan. I thought that was just a female thing. Apparently not.
He pinched me and I realized that, right, I was just as much part of this as he was. I flipped him over and leaned down to bite down on his neck, “You can’t have all the fun here, you know,” I pushed my hands under his shirt and pulled it off. I threw it offstage and leaned back down to continue kissing him. I was trying to remember exactly what I was supposed to do. I remember something about using my hands and my lips, but to do what again? Fuck. Well, the audience doesn’t know what I’m supposed to do, so I can improvise, right? Yeah, I’ll do that. I started to roam my hands around his torso, tucking one behind him, the other joining my lips on his neck, but on the other side. I started to leave a hickey, but he kicked me.
I stopped and kept doing other things. Obviously hickeys were bad in this line of work. I was just caught up in the moment. Was it so bad I wanted to make him mine? Yeah, probably. I let my hands leave their spots and head down to his waistband. I unbuttoned them and sat up to easier get them off. I threw them backstage and looked at him, “You were prepared,” at which he smirked. I leaned back down to continue to leave small kisses on his chest. When I came up to kiss him on the lips again, he flipped me over and I gasped. I forgot about that. Right, yeah, he’s on top. Not me.
He slipped my pants off easily and climbed back on top of me. I was already hard? Holy shit. I wasn’t expecting that. How… Oh right, Ryan was sexy. There was that. He came back down to kiss me again. Just over my lips, he spoke, “Where’s the lube?” and I looked around, flustered. I actually forgot where it was put. I even forgot the line. So that was bad. Improv. Improvise, Brendon, improvise. He looked at me expectantly.
“My wife moves things around. I’m not sure where she put it,” he looked astounded, but went along with it. He nodded and climbed off of me. He pretended to go off stage and then came back. He went through the drawer next to the bed and pulled it out. I smiled at him. Right, the line was ‘Drawer.’ Wow, I’m a retard. He climbed back on top of me and poured some into his hand. He rubbed it on himself, not restraining the moan that slipped through his lips. He had been doing this for a while.
“But first,” he smirked. First? What was… Oh dear god. He leaned down and kissed the tip of my erect dick. My breath hitched and I grasped the sheets beneath me. Right, hair. I was supposed to put my hands in his hair. But then he actually put his mouth on me and I forgot who I was. Who I was playing. Some… married guy? I think. I really couldn’t remember. I did remember to slowly shove my hands into his hair. I grasped at the strands as he began to lick around my shaft. I moaned and arched my back. He raised an eyebrow. He probably thought I was either a really good actor or I was weird. But he kept going, regardless. I had to keep myself from bucking my hips up to fuck his mouth. But I did it anyway. He choked a little, but smirked. He went with my thrusts, deep throating me at every chance he got.
And dear god, I was not going to last long, “Ung,” I grunted, gripping harder, arching my back more. He took this as a sign that I was about to come. He pulled off and smiled innocently. I glared at him. He shook his finger at me before shoving it inside me. I gasped. Holy shit. I should have been expecting that. But for some reason, I really wasn’t. He then started to pump it and I bit my lip, shutting my eyes. It hurt, not in a good way either. Then he hit my prostate and it was like HOLY SHIT. I gasped and opened my eyes just in time to see him smirk. He put in a second and kept going, kept hitting that spot. I grunted and he put in a third. He started doing it faster and faster until, all of a sudden, the pressure was gone. I pouted at him.
He chuckled and shook his head, mouthing ‘don’t worry.’ So he knew I wasn’t acting. He also knew now that I was a virgin. Great. He shoved himself in and I gasped. He wrapped my legs around himself and thrusted in again. I moaned that time, just loud enough for the audience. I began to thrust with him as he went in and out. God, how had I never had sex before this? For fuck’s sake (literally). He kept going, faster, harder, rougher. I didn’t care. It felt so good. I wanted him to go faster and harder, but I couldn’t really ask. I felt him getting closer (also heard. Damn, that boy can get loud). He reached down to take my dick into his hands as he leaned down to kiss me on the lips. He started to stroke me as he kept thrusting into me. I gasped and moaned, trying to kiss him back. I had never been good at multitasking, I’ll admit that now.
This was so hard for me(no pun intended). He laughed against my lips and kept kissing me. I felt his seed spill inside me just as mine spilled all over our stomachs. He smirked and pulled out, moving his lips down to my stomach. He licked it all up and moved back up to kiss me on the lips. I blushed, but kissed him back. It strangely didn’t taste that bad.
“JACK!” came Bill, wearing drag of course, “How dare you!” she screamed. The lights went dim. The curtains closed and Ryan climbed off of me. I got off the bed and pulled on my robe. Ryan smirked at me and walked off. I went over to Bill who shook his head, “How was it?”
“It wasn’t bad. I mean, he wasn’t… like… mean…” I admitted sheepishly. It then hit me that several hundred people just watched me have sex on stage with a guy I’d met a day ago. Wow. That’s… wow. I hadn’t quite noticed that before, “I’m going to go shower…” I walked off.
I was in the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror. I was the very image of someone who just got fucked. And I liked it. Of course I did. Who doesn’t? I took off my robe and hung it up. I got into the shower and closed the door, allowing the water to wash the sex off of me. With my eyes closed, I was humming some song or other, not paying attention to the outside world. Suddenly I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and my eyes snapped open. What the fuck?! These were private showers! I turned around and my eyes widened.
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A/N: I know I didn't update Secrets, but I didn't feel like writing it. And I felt like being smutty today. So... yeah. I was in public while writing this too. (What's with me and writing sex scenes in public? Who knows.) Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it! :) Rate and review, pretty please!
A/N 2: From now on, I will only update the 'all my stories' after every date has been fulfilled. So after What Diaries Reveal is posted, I'll post the new dates. It's just easier that way. If I miss an update day, you're going to have to wait another two weeks for it to be posted.
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