Slow Motion

This would've been sooner but sadly I had a death in the family but here it is now. And I would like to thank trippingEYES for always reviewing and flame-demon for being my 50th review for the story. So, appreciated as is feedback!





chapter thirty-eight: Those Sweet Baby Blues



Spencer allows the kiss for a few long seconds before his mind seems to meet up with his lips and he moves away from Brendon.



"Brendon.." He whispers out, his voice so low. "We can't do this."



Brendon's still leaning forward, eyes heavy. No, no, they can do this. Spencer's lips were so soft and warm and Brendon needs it dammit! "No, we can. It's okay." Brendon whispers out, his hand sliding to cup Spencer's cheek. "It's okay." He repeats, the hand on Spencer's cheek sliding down to wrap gingerly around the boy's neck, tugging the younger boy's lips back to his.



Brendon revels in the soft press of their lips but that's not enough, it's not so, he opens his mouth, run's his tongue along Spencer's bottom lip. He can feel Spencer shiver but once again the younger boy is pulling away.



"Brendon...what about Nate?" Spencer had pulled away but he wasn't moving away, he wasn't asking Brendon to take his hands off of him.



"Fuck Nate." The older boy mutters before he leans forward and fits his mouth back over Spencer's. Brendon's not going to think about Nate, not right now because if Nate can cheat then so can Brendon. Spencer's mouth slides open and Brendon takes his opportunity, pushing his tongue into the youngers boy's mouth so their tongues would meet.



He feel's Spencer shudder again and he runs his hands up, pushing through the boy's soft brown hair. He wants this to be good for the boy, after the roughness of Jon all Brendon wants to do is show Spencer the gentle side of sex.



Spencer tastes good, sweet, like the cookies that he was making all day. Brendon's glad that Ryan's asleep right now, there's no interruptions, nothing to stop them. Spencer pushes his tongue against Brendon's and his hands finally dare to move, settling on Brendon's sides.



They squeeze soft, rub small and push up the hem of his t-shirt, warm fingers brushing pale stomach. Brendon's pretty sure he groans into the younger boys mouth. Brendon wants to feel Spencer's skin beyond his hands and face, he wants pale stretches of stomach and neck. He moves his own hands to the bottom of Spencer's shirt, slides them up and gets exactly what he wants.



Spencer's soft hands are playing at Brendon's side and Brendon pushes his own up to brush over the boys skin, tweaking his nipples lightly. Now Spencer is the one groaning and yeah, Brendon could definitly get used to hearing that sound.



They break apart to catch their breaths, Spencer's lips perfect and wet, how Jon could ever hurt something as beautiful as Spencer, Brendon would never figure out. "Are you ok Spence?" Brendon pants out, his eyes are staring holes into Spencer but he wants the younger boy to be okay with this, to let this happen, he needs this.



Spencer is staring with his own intense eyes, there's something lurking behind Spencer's blue eyes, a want more desperate than Brendon's. "I'm fine." The younger boy half whispers, he licks his lips and eyes Brendon's mouth. The black haired boy grins and pushes closer to Spencer, hands attacking the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and off the boy. The marks that Jon had left on Spencer had all but faded, faint greenish, yellowish spots remained along the soft part of his stomach and sides, some on his back too.



Brendon attaches his mouth to Spencer's neck and kisses, sucks lightly, no harsh movement, no biting. Spencer sucks in a deep breath and that only encourages the older boy. He licks across heated skin, gets Spencer moved to the other end of the bed, gets him on his back. He undoes Spencer's jeans, hand snaking down and rubbing at the bulge there.



"Fuck." Spencer pants out, Brendon knows that he wants this too, this isn't just some pity fuck. Brendon's mout reconnects with Spencer's, tongues meeting wet and hot. The older boys hands travel down to Spencer hips, tugging jeans and underwear down, Spencer helping by raising his hips. Brendon drops his mouth to Spencer's neck, licking paths across the skin, down to his chest. He's claiming Spencer as his own, taking away the memories of everytime Jon did this, making new ones for the younger boy. Brendon's treating Spencer the way he deserved it all along.



"Mmm. Brendon, you have way too many clothes on." Spencer pants out. Brendon grins against the pale skin of Spencer's stomach.



"Right." He agrees, sitting back on his heels and tugging his t-shirt off, he goes for his jeans next but Spencer leans forward, bat's his hands away and undoes Brendon's jeans himself. His hands copy Brendon's, sneaking into the boys jeans, rubbing at Brendon's cock.



"Fuck, Spencer...I've got to have you right now." Brendon moans out, a small smile and blush spreads across the younger boys face.



Four minutes later they two of them are completely naked, making out and rubbing freshly exposed expanses of skin.



Three minutes later Brendon is whispering permission to fuck Spencer in the brown haired boys ear.



Two minutes later Brendon is perparing Spencer, fingers pressed inside the younger boy. He's got Spencer writhing and whining and practically begging to be fucked six ways to Sunday.



One minute later Brendon has a condom on and he's pushing in slow, as slow as he can, into Spencer.



Brendon fucks Spencer as gently as he can. Soft, slow thrusts that rock their hips together. Their lips are attached, open mouthed and Spencer's panting wetly, little cries that send sparks down Brendon's body. The younger boys hands are holding Brendon's sides, pressing and scratching lightly.



"Fuck, Spencer." Brendon groans out, presses his hips just a bit harder and that makes Spencer moan out a little louder than before. "Spence-Spencer, is it okay if I grab your hips?" Brendon pants out, he doesn't want to do anything that would scare the other boy, all he wants is pleasure, pleasure and permission. Spencer stretches out long and nods, his head back against the pillow and his dark bangs flopping into his eyes.



"Yes, yes, please...anything." Spencer is babbling out, pink tongue licking at his lips and his hips rolling up towards Brendon. Spencer's slick cock was rubbing against the older boys stomach, Brendon reaching down and fisting it, letting Spencer fuck up into the tight ring of Brendon's fist.



Spencer was whimpering and writhing under Brendon, making beautiful sounds that only ever existed in Brendon's imagination. Brendon's hands slide away from Spencer's cock, the younger boy groaning in protest. Brendon kisses him and juts his hips up lightly, forever searching for that special spot inside the younger boy. His hands hold Spencer's hips firmly, not hard, not to hurt.



"You can go harder Bren..it's ok." Spencer gives Brendon permission and Brendon listens, lets his hips stutter forward, pressing his hard length deeper into the boy. Now that he can go harder it's easier for Brendon to find that beautiful spot inside of Spencer, the one that will make him shake and groan. He does find it and Spencer tosses his head back, crying out Brendon's name and his own hand travels to his cock, pushing up into it.



Spencer wraps his legs around Brendon's slim waist, pulling the younger boy deeper into him. "God, Brendon, please don't stop." Spencer was begging, biting his lip and his eyes were closed, face a perfect vision of pleasure.



"Fuck, Spencer, you're so beautiful."



Brendon moves his lips to Spencer's but they don't really kiss, more like pant into each others mouths, sharing breaths. They maintain a steady speed, bodies melded together in absolute pleasure. Brendon knows that this is a good idea, they both need this. Spencer needs to forget all about Jon, to feel nothing but pleasure because he deserves it and Brendon needs it too, he doesn't want to forget about Nate but still, he needs this.



"Spencer, are you close?" Brendon asks because Spencer's cries are increasing in volume, blue eyes turning into small slits. The younger boy nods desperately and jacks himself off, Brendon knocking Spencer's hand away to take over the task. "Come for me Spencer, please." The younger boy freezes in Brendon's hand, coming and shooting his load over Brendon's hand, crying out the older boy's name.



"So, beautiful Spence." Brendon whispers, kisses Spencer lightly as he fucks the boy, working to get to his own orgasm. He does, freezing inside of Spencer and emptying into the condom. His face is pressed into the crook of Spencer's neck, panting as his hips push forward slowly.



After a few long moments Brendon pulls out of Spencer, laying down beside him. They're laying in silence and Brendon is close to sleep when Spencer suddenly sits up, looks like he's getting off the bed.



"Spencer? What are you doing?"



"I was just gonna go.." Spencer says, his voice is heavy and he won't look at Brendon.



"No, no, you don't have to go anywhere. Don't go anywhere." Brendon tells the younger boy, his hand slipping around Spencer's wrist and tugging him gently back down to the bed. Brendon pulls Spencer up next to him. "It's ok, Spence." Brendon whispers, "Don't worry about it." He wants to soothe Spencer's mind, his hand running lovingly down the blue eyed boys back.



"Ok." Spencer whispers against the skin of Brendon's chest, his head pressed under Brendon's jaw.