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why_me_why_notHotel Night
bandom (patd) || Brendon/Jon || Adult || 775 words
Disclaimer: not mine, all false
Summary: Brendon + Jon + hotel night
A/N: written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
playfullips -- HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUN! Beta'd by irisgirl12000, thanks also to shutyourface for being her encouraging/enabling self. All mistakes and inconsistencies are mine. Inspired by this image from vic_ramsey's epic Brendon/Jon picspam
There’s really no such thing as a bad hotel night, but this one is starting out better than most. Jon’s hot and sweaty and still coming down from his post-show high, but he’s got a bottle of cheap wine – cheap wine is still a step up from cheap beer – and Brendon’s already lost his shirt. Brendon’s predilection towards nakedness is nothing new or unusual, but there’s only so much they can do between their busy schedules and Spencer’s rules about sex on the bus. Tonight, though... tonight the shirtlessness and the low-riding jeans are only a teasing preview of what’s to come.
Zack drops them off at their room with a promise to give them a wake up call at least an hour before bus call in the morning – he knows them too well – and the number for an all-night pizza delivery place around the corner from the hotel.
Brendon drops his towel and starts towards the bathroom. Jon hooks his fingers in Brendon’s belt and pulls him back. “Where are you going?”
“Shower. I’m sweaty and gross.”
Jon wraps an arm around Brendon, the wine bottle resting heavy against Brendon’s belly as Jon kisses the back of his neck. The salty taste of Brendon’s skin shouldn’t be as much of a turn on as it is. Jon’s pretty sure the desire to lick him all over isn’t normal. “You’re just gonna get even more sweaty. The shower can wait.”
“I thought you were planning to get me drunk and take advantage of me.” Brendon twists around so he can kiss Jon.
“You don’t have to be drunk for me to take advantage of you,” Jon points out. “That’s more your thing.”
“That was one time,” Brendon answers, tilting his head to give Jon better access to lick the side of his throat, “and you liked it! It’s not like you were gonna make the first move.”
Jon thinks about keeping up the friendly argument – it was an old one and had long since lost any heat – but there were other things he wanted to do with his mouth right now.
Jon takes a step away and sets the wine bottle on the table. When he steps back, his hands immediately find Brendon’s belt. “You know, B, the point of a belt is to keep your pants up. I shouldn’t have been able to see your underwear every time your shirt rode up during the show. It was a bit distracting.”
“Then I guess my evil plan worked,” Brendon says with a smirk.
Jon hides his smile against Brendon’s shoulder. He is totally okay with Brendon’s idea of evil. He presses a kiss to Brendon’s collarbone and works his way down, tongue and teeth scraping along sweaty skin as he slides to his knees. He bites lightly at the softness of Brendon’s belly and tugs his jeans and underwear down enough to free his dick.
He takes a minute and nuzzles the hair at the base of Brendon’s cock, licks his balls. And okay, that’s actually pretty gross, because Brendon really is disgustingly sweaty, but it’s worth it for the way Brendon’s breath catches and his fingers thread through Jon’s hair.
Jon presses against Brendon’s touch, rubbing against his hand and making a noise that’s pretty close to a purr even though Jon’d never admit that out loud. He runs his tongue up the underside of Brendon’s cock, licks over the head before wrapping his lips around it and going down. Quick and messy isn’t the way they usually play, but it’s been awhile since Jon had Brendon like this, trembling just a little under his hands and providing a steady background noise of vocal appreciation, all his.
It doesn’t take Brendon long to come, tugging on Jon’s hair just this side of painful when he’s close, and Jon swallows around him. He pulls back and lets his hands skim across Brendon’s skin as Brendon slides to the floor in front of him, both of them breathing hard.
“Jon.” Brendon kisses him, dirty and wet and a little too enthusiastic, but totally Brendon, then pulls away and rests his forehead against Jon’s, eyes closed. After a minute or so, he opens them slowly and stares at Jon with a smug grin. “So. How about you call for pizza and set your cheap ass wine in a bucket of ice while I jump in the shower?”
Jon rolls his eyes, but he’s laughing. “How about you call for pizza, I’ll chill the wine, and we share the shower,” Jon counters.
“I guess,” Brendon answers, “but I’m picking the toppings.”
Unsurprisingly, Jon’s pretty okay with that.
bandom (patd) || Brendon/Jon || Adult || 775 words
Disclaimer: not mine, all false
Summary: Brendon + Jon + hotel night
A/N: written for
playfullips -- HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUN! Beta'd by irisgirl12000, thanks also to shutyourface for being her encouraging/enabling self. All mistakes and inconsistencies are mine. Inspired by this image from vic_ramsey's epic Brendon/Jon picspamThere’s really no such thing as a bad hotel night, but this one is starting out better than most. Jon’s hot and sweaty and still coming down from his post-show high, but he’s got a bottle of cheap wine – cheap wine is still a step up from cheap beer – and Brendon’s already lost his shirt. Brendon’s predilection towards nakedness is nothing new or unusual, but there’s only so much they can do between their busy schedules and Spencer’s rules about sex on the bus. Tonight, though... tonight the shirtlessness and the low-riding jeans are only a teasing preview of what’s to come.
Zack drops them off at their room with a promise to give them a wake up call at least an hour before bus call in the morning – he knows them too well – and the number for an all-night pizza delivery place around the corner from the hotel.
Brendon drops his towel and starts towards the bathroom. Jon hooks his fingers in Brendon’s belt and pulls him back. “Where are you going?”
“Shower. I’m sweaty and gross.”
Jon wraps an arm around Brendon, the wine bottle resting heavy against Brendon’s belly as Jon kisses the back of his neck. The salty taste of Brendon’s skin shouldn’t be as much of a turn on as it is. Jon’s pretty sure the desire to lick him all over isn’t normal. “You’re just gonna get even more sweaty. The shower can wait.”
“I thought you were planning to get me drunk and take advantage of me.” Brendon twists around so he can kiss Jon.
“You don’t have to be drunk for me to take advantage of you,” Jon points out. “That’s more your thing.”
“That was one time,” Brendon answers, tilting his head to give Jon better access to lick the side of his throat, “and you liked it! It’s not like you were gonna make the first move.”
Jon thinks about keeping up the friendly argument – it was an old one and had long since lost any heat – but there were other things he wanted to do with his mouth right now.
Jon takes a step away and sets the wine bottle on the table. When he steps back, his hands immediately find Brendon’s belt. “You know, B, the point of a belt is to keep your pants up. I shouldn’t have been able to see your underwear every time your shirt rode up during the show. It was a bit distracting.”
“Then I guess my evil plan worked,” Brendon says with a smirk.
Jon hides his smile against Brendon’s shoulder. He is totally okay with Brendon’s idea of evil. He presses a kiss to Brendon’s collarbone and works his way down, tongue and teeth scraping along sweaty skin as he slides to his knees. He bites lightly at the softness of Brendon’s belly and tugs his jeans and underwear down enough to free his dick.
He takes a minute and nuzzles the hair at the base of Brendon’s cock, licks his balls. And okay, that’s actually pretty gross, because Brendon really is disgustingly sweaty, but it’s worth it for the way Brendon’s breath catches and his fingers thread through Jon’s hair.
Jon presses against Brendon’s touch, rubbing against his hand and making a noise that’s pretty close to a purr even though Jon’d never admit that out loud. He runs his tongue up the underside of Brendon’s cock, licks over the head before wrapping his lips around it and going down. Quick and messy isn’t the way they usually play, but it’s been awhile since Jon had Brendon like this, trembling just a little under his hands and providing a steady background noise of vocal appreciation, all his.
It doesn’t take Brendon long to come, tugging on Jon’s hair just this side of painful when he’s close, and Jon swallows around him. He pulls back and lets his hands skim across Brendon’s skin as Brendon slides to the floor in front of him, both of them breathing hard.
“Jon.” Brendon kisses him, dirty and wet and a little too enthusiastic, but totally Brendon, then pulls away and rests his forehead against Jon’s, eyes closed. After a minute or so, he opens them slowly and stares at Jon with a smug grin. “So. How about you call for pizza and set your cheap ass wine in a bucket of ice while I jump in the shower?”
Jon rolls his eyes, but he’s laughing. “How about you call for pizza, I’ll chill the wine, and we share the shower,” Jon counters.
“I guess,” Brendon answers, “but I’m picking the toppings.”
Unsurprisingly, Jon’s pretty okay with that.
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Date: 2009-07-17 03:29 am (UTC)your story should get 5 stars
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Date: 2009-07-17 03:58 am (UTC)Are you writing Brendon/Spencer biting!porn?
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Date: 2009-07-17 04:18 am (UTC)The real reason Brendon couldn't take his tshirt off when they hung out with Pete and KoreanTomCruise: too many marks on his chest and shoulders.
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