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why_me_why_notI NEED HUGS. Also, scrolling through my flist, I wanna stop and leave *hugs* comments on nearly every other post. Whether you're coping with a sick friend, dealing with Real Life drama, feeling sickly yourself, getting frustrated by the crazyness making fandom a not-so-happy-place right now, having difficulties job hunting, obsessing over a television show, whatever, I think we need a group hug. So I propose the
I fail at being organized, but this is pretty simple. Come by and leave your name, maybe post a link to your thread on your own lj or something, and let people leave you happy making comments like *hugs* and *cuddles* and *smishes* and *snuggles you up in my blanket and holds you hostage*. or something. Come play, yes? I'll even go first! Here's me. also, be sure to leave hugs for other people! Even if you don't know them! Everyone deserves and loves hugs! There are SO MANY of you that I'd smother in hugs if you were within range, so since we can't have real fanpeep!piles! (like puppy!piles!), we'll settle for virtual ones. And spread the word around, because you can never have too many people in GROUP HUGS!!
I fail at being organized, but this is pretty simple. Come by and leave your name, maybe post a link to your thread on your own lj or something, and let people leave you happy making comments like *hugs* and *cuddles* and *smishes* and *snuggles you up in my blanket and holds you hostage*. or something. Come play, yes? I'll even go first! Here's me. also, be sure to leave hugs for other people! Even if you don't know them! Everyone deserves and loves hugs! There are SO MANY of you that I'd smother in hugs if you were within range, so since we can't have real fanpeep!piles! (like puppy!piles!), we'll settle for virtual ones. And spread the word around, because you can never have too many people in GROUP HUGS!!
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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."
Re: in lieu of hugs...
Date: 2009-01-23 05:53 am (UTC)i will totally take that in lieu of hugs, omg. i swear, you're either a mind reader or you just know me that well. more? (tomorrow? b/c i'm about to crash)
Re: in lieu of hugs...
Date: 2009-01-24 11:19 pm (UTC)Brendon shifts restlessly, and Shane puts a stop to that by pulling the soft curve of Brendon's earlobe between his lips. He sucks gently, then releases it, watches over Brendon's shoulder his own hands as move, one sliding under Brendon's shirt, the other dropping lower, settling over the zipper of his skinny jeans. He's tempted by the feel of the metal and fabric, by the way Brendon pushes the hard ridge of his dick against his palm, to leave them on, but that'll be too uncomfortable for an entire show. Quickly, he tugs the zipper down and shoves denim and cotton - bright orange, where did Brendon find this shit? - out of his way.
He curls his hand around Brendon's erection and jerks him off briskly, his grip tight, almost rough. The arch of Brendon's neck as he leans back against Shane's shoulder put the tendon in sharp relief, and Shane turns his head and nips it lightly. Brendon's muffled groan has him biting along the length of it, and Shane spares a moment to wonder if he's leaving red marks, but he doesn't care enough to stop. Brendon's groan morphs into a string of hoarsely muttered profanity, and he's rocking back and forth, into Shane's hand and Shane's hips. Shane wants to shove forward, line up his dick with Brendon's ass, but Brendon's jeans are in the way. He growls in frustration, and pulls his hand from its spot on Brendon's abdomen, lifting it to settle on his throat. He squeezes, so lightly, over Brendon's Adam's apple, and Brendon stills but his cock twitches in Shane's hand. Shane deliberately tightens his grip in increments, timing it with every stroke of Brendon's cock, until Brendon arches against him helplessly, a moan caught in his throat. Shane's quick enough to curve his palm over the head of Brendon's cock, and catches most of it when he comes.
Brendon stays there, his fingers locked on Shane's thighs, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Shane gives one last squeeze to Brendon's throat before he lets go, and the resulting moan settles in his gut, reverberates. Brendon unclenches his hands (Shane wonders if his fingers are stiff now, if he'll have problems making them work on his guitar or the piano) and tugs Shane's hand away from his body. Shane holds it up, and Brendon leans forward without being told, and licks it clean. When he's done, he kisses the palm, and resettles it against his abdomen. Shane leaves it there for a moment, focusing on he feel of warm cotton beneath his hand, which still feels moisty and sticky. When he finally moves, it is to replace Brendon's clothes; Brendon is still while Shane pulls up denim and rebuttons, readjusts, but when he's reclothed, he turns and reaches for Shane's belt.
Shane wants. But.
He grabs Brendon's wrist, before he can get the buckle loose. He doesn't move away but doesn't let Brendon proceed. Brendon's face is blank, unaccessible, and Brendon looks down, his eyelashes sweeping down and covering whatever he doesn't want Shane to see. Still, Shane can feel a weird tension, disappointment rolling of Brendon.
He forces Brendon to look at him before he says, "I heard Spencer and Jon talking - the guys are going out after the show. Some bar that Dan knows. The back lounge will be empty."
Then he squeezes Brendon's wrist, hard enough to feel delicate bone shift, and presses Brendon's palm to his fly briefly before letting go. He imagines that if he looks hard he will already be able to see shadow of bruises, a bracelet.
"Later."
Brendon's shoulders straighten, and he turns, heads for the green room. Shane watches him go, studies Brendon's loose and happy gait, the way he seems lighter, somehow. Shane thinks about finding a bathroom, admires the twitch of Brendon's hips before he turns the corner, and thinks, Later.
Re: in lieu of hugs...
Date: 2009-01-25 03:25 am (UTC)Re: in lieu of hugs...
Date: 2009-01-25 03:40 am (UTC)How was the trip?
Re: in lieu of hugs...
Date: 2009-01-25 03:58 am (UTC)