Shane doesn't break eye-contact as he lowers his head, and Brendon's eyes remain wide and open when Shane's lips brush his. Wrists flex under Shane's hand, not enough to get free, just testing, but Brendon doesn't respond in any other way, and Shane can see a cloud of doubt and worry forming in Brendon's gaze. He sinks his teeth into the full curve of Brendon's lip, hard, not just a nip, deep enough to draw blood.
Something in him both tightens and relaxes at the noise Brendon makes in the back of his throat. Then Brendon is kissing him back, and Shane doesn't think at all for a while. Instead he focuses on the wethot of Brendon's mouth, the flutter of Brendon's pulse under his palm, and the slow roll of Brendon's hips against his thigh. He concentrates on the way the rest of Brendon's body goes pliant, while Shane's grip on his wrists and the thigh he has wedged between Brendon's hold him up, about the way Brendon's quiet sounds grow more insistent when Shane uses his weight to hold Brendon still.
The slide of their bodies together, the rub of his dick against the curve of Brendon's pelvis, goes from tentative to enthusiastic to just this side of painful before Shane releases Brendon's wrists and grips his hips, stilling them.
He's vaguely aware of people not far distant, of the set up and tear down of the stage. Shane knows what he wants - he'd be lying if he said he'd never thought about Brendon's mouth in the context of his cock - but he also knows they've got a limited amount of time before Zack comes looking for Brendon, and Brendon still has to perform tonight.
He can't do what he wants, but he can't stop now that he's got them this far. Shane twists, turning them so that he's the one leaning on the wall, Brendon's back to his chest. His breath hisses in and out when Brendon pushes back, lined up so that Shane's dick - impossibly hard now - nestles in the crack of his ass.
"Be still." Of course that doesn't work. Brendon's ass rocks backward. Shane reaches up and tugs Brendon's hair, so that his neck arches sharply, and mutters in his ear, "I said to be still." When Brendon complies, he continues, "Hold onto me."
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in lieu of hugs...
Date: 2009-01-23 05:48 am (UTC)Something in him both tightens and relaxes at the noise Brendon makes in the back of his throat. Then Brendon is kissing him back, and Shane doesn't think at all for a while. Instead he focuses on the wethot of Brendon's mouth, the flutter of Brendon's pulse under his palm, and the slow roll of Brendon's hips against his thigh. He concentrates on the way the rest of Brendon's body goes pliant, while Shane's grip on his wrists and the thigh he has wedged between Brendon's hold him up, about the way Brendon's quiet sounds grow more insistent when Shane uses his weight to hold Brendon still.
The slide of their bodies together, the rub of his dick against the curve of Brendon's pelvis, goes from tentative to enthusiastic to just this side of painful before Shane releases Brendon's wrists and grips his hips, stilling them.
He's vaguely aware of people not far distant, of the set up and tear down of the stage. Shane knows what he wants - he'd be lying if he said he'd never thought about Brendon's mouth in the context of his cock - but he also knows they've got a limited amount of time before Zack comes looking for Brendon, and Brendon still has to perform tonight.
He can't do what he wants, but he can't stop now that he's got them this far. Shane twists, turning them so that he's the one leaning on the wall, Brendon's back to his chest. His breath hisses in and out when Brendon pushes back, lined up so that Shane's dick - impossibly hard now - nestles in the crack of his ass.
"Be still." Of course that doesn't work. Brendon's ass rocks backward. Shane reaches up and tugs Brendon's hair, so that his neck arches sharply, and mutters in his ear, "I said to be still." When Brendon complies, he continues, "Hold onto me."