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Title: the times, they are a-changing, or: a modern marriage of convenience
Author:

sunsetmog
Pairing(s): Brendon/Spencer
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None. Contains spanking and some d/s.
Word count: 5,650
Summary: Dallon has a suggestion: Brendon and Spencer are both single at Christmas, so they should hook up with each other.

"This," Brendon proclaimed, waving his arm in the air and narrowly missing Spencer's precious Starbucks venti red cup, "is a marriage of convenience."

Spencer rolled his eyes, and cupped his coffee carefully, drawing it away from Brendon's flailing arms. "Yeah," Spencer said So long as you get that this isn't a marriage, and it isn't all that convenient, either."

"Liar," Brendon said. "We're both single, it's the holidays, whatever. it's totally convenient."

Dallon shifted still-sleeping Amelie in his lap, and leaned over to scoop up his hot chocolate. She had passed out at some point in the last department store, hence the reason they'd chosen to engineer this particular unscheduled Starbucks stop. Breezy had disappeared off with Knox on a secret shopping mission, which meant that Dallon was free to bring up his so-called brilliant idea again. He stuck his tongue out at Spencer, careful not to jostle Amelie too much. "Stop complaining. What did I say? I know best. I have life experience. So much life experience. This is, like, the best opportunity ever."

Spencer rolled his eyes again, and pretended to be really fucking interested in the holiday set-up outside Starbucks, where the line to see Santa crawled past the window and down all the way to Forever 21.

"Hey, what do you think about spanking?" Brendon asked, picking at the top of his plastic coffee cup. "Spanking's awesome. We should do that."

"Amelie," Spencer said sharply, cocking his head at Dallon's sleeping daughter. Dallon had his head in his hands, but he wasn't doing all that well at hiding his grin. Spencer glanced at the surrounding tables, but nobody seemed to have heard. "I am not talking about this here."

"Sorry," Brendon said, unrepentantly. "No, but, seriously. How many times do you get to plan out sex before you have it? Never, right? Dallon's right. This is the perfect opportunity."

Spencer wasn't sure who this was the perfect opportunity for, exactly. Dallon had brought it up the previous evening, after Amelie and Knox were down for the night, and Breezy and Dallon were curled up in the armchair, Brendon and Spencer sprawled across the couch with a six pack nestled between them. One minute they'd been talking about nothing in particular, and the next, Dallon had been suggesting that Brendon and Spencer should hook up over Christmas now that they were both single. Apropos of fucking nothing at all, apparently other than Dallon having a twisted sense of humor. Dallon needed to stop thinking he was so funny.

"No, seriously, hear me out," Dallon had said, at Spencer's howl of what the fuck and Brendon's raised eyebrows. "It's a great idea, come on. You're both single, and that means nobody gets hurt, it's the holidays and what else is there to do if you haven't got kids other than have sex -"

"This is just because you don't get to have sex at Christmas anymore," Spencer had grumbled. "Just because you want to relive your glory days -"

"We have sex at Christmas," Dallon had told him, ignoring the way Breezy punched him in the arm. "And holiday sex is the best sex. Everybody knows that. Neither of you will get any this year unless you do each other a favor and have it with each other." He paused dramatically. "And you both flirt with each other all the time, don't even try and pretend that you don't."

"Oh, fuck you," Brendon said. "We could actually go out and pick up people to have sex with, you know." Neither of them commented on the flirting part, since that had never happened, and Dallon was clearly making shit up with his brain.

"Yeah, but then you have to go through that whole winning them over thing," Dallon had pointed out, and Breezy nodded her agreement. "And that polite, what's your name and how do you like your coffee and are they going to stay the night thing. This way, you can Spencer can just have lots of holiday sex, not worry about whether or not to stay over, and then make each other coffee the morning after. It is possibly the best plan I have ever had in my whole entire life. I should get a prize for thinking of it. Is there a prize, baby?"

Breezy patted his chest, and rolled her eyes. "You're the prize, baby."

He kissed the top of Breezy's head. "See? I'm the prize."

"I do have like, three days before I have to fly home to see Mom and Dad," Brendon had pointed out, a little doubtfully. "And so do you, Spence."

Oh fuck, Spencer thought to himself. Oh fuck. "Brendon. You're not seriously considering this, are you?"

"What, you don't want to have awesome no strings sex with me?"

"I've never actually thought about having sex with you," Spencer had lied, since it was sort of possible that he'd had a secret thing for Brendon since approximately the beginning of time. They didn't flirt, though. Dallon was making shit up. "That would be weird."

Brendon had puffed his chest out. "Listen, I am a worthy choice for a 'no strings attached' sex partner, Spencer Smith. Come on, say yes. It's this or a Die Hard marathon, and I'd rather have sex with you than with Bruce Willis."

"It's kind of hard to have sex with a TV," Spencer had said, stalling for time. The problem was, it was really fucking hard to say no to Brendon, and over the years Spencer had found that it was even more impossible to say no to something when it involved a lot of sex without having to work for it. With Brendon. Who was hot! And his best friend! And sex was awesome. He needed to be having all of the sex. He could definitely put the way he very, very, very occasionally felt about Brendon aside so that they could have easy holiday sex.

Now, from across the table in Starbucks, Brendon beamed at him. "It's going to be great, Spencer, totally fucking great. Even if we don't plan it. But I still think we should plan it."

"Not in Starbucks," Spencer said eventually, not knowing how else to respond.

Dallon just rolled his eyes, laughed, and took a long slurp of hot chocolate. "Totally great," he echoed, and Spencer had no idea whether he was joking or not.

--

"So, I'm thinking we should just kiss," Brendon said, later on, after they'd both sat in front of the TV for a couple of hours while simultaneously avoiding mutual eye contact in a vaguely awkward sort of way. "Let's just get it over with and then we don't have to make a big deal out of it any longer."

"We've kissed before," Spencer pointed out, since there was that one time with Pete and the Sambuca and the drunken truth or dare that they didn't talk about.

Brendon waved his hand in the air. "Didn't count, man," he said. He tugged off his hoodie and then leaned over to undo the zipper on Spencer's, grabbing his hand and pulling him up and into the hallway before Spencer had even had time to finish taking it off. "Come on, there are only so many sex hours left before Christmas. We're missing valuable orgasm time here."

"Right," Spencer said dumbly. "Of course. Valuable orgasm time. Sure."

There were only so many ways you could kiss someone for the first time, or the not-first-time, or the official first time, or whatever. Spencer didn't want to make this any weirder than it already was, so he took a deep breath, dropped his hoodie on the floor where he stood, and then stepped forward and pressed his mouth to Brendon's.

Brendon made a soft, startled kind of a noise, stayed stock-still for far too long a moment, and then enthusiastically - way too enthusiastically at first, nobody should start off with that much tongue - started kissing him back. Brendon pushed him back against the wall, cupping Spencer's face in his palm as he kissed him, Spencer's hands fisting in Brendon's shirt just to keep himself upright as they came in loud and painful contact with the side table.

"Ow," Spencer said, into Brendon's mouth.

"Whatever," Brendon mumbled back. "Kissing. No talking."

"So," Brendon said, a minute later, as Spencer's head tipped back and hit the wall with a thunk, "we probably should have bought Dallon a better Christmas present."

"File that under, 'shit we'll talk about later'," Spencer said, as Brendon leaned in so that he could mouth at Spencer's throat, thumb sliding up from his collarbone and pressing to the underside of Spencer's jaw, holding him still.

--

"So you never answered my question about spanking," Brendon said, about ten minutes later, breathlessly dragging Spencer up the stairs and into the bedroom.

"I like spanking," Spencer said, as carefully as he could when he was trying to clear Brendon's crap off the bed and onto the floor without letting go of Brendon." I just don't like talking about spanking when I'm in Starbucks."

"You say to-may-to, I say to-mah-to," Brendon said, and Spencer rolled his eyes and tugged the blankets off, sending everything tumbling on to the floor. If he kept Brendon distracted enough, he wouldn't have to say he was an even bigger fan of spanking if he was the one getting spanked. Haley had done that once, and Spencer had honest-to-fucking-god fallen apart right there and then. It had never happened again, but Spencer had jerked off a thousand times thinking about it.

"I got drunk with Haley once," Brendon said, throwing one of Bogart's chewtoys across the room. It bounced off the wall.

"Oh god," Spencer managed, because Haley was one of his best friends even now that they weren't together, but fuck, she couldn't keep a secret when she was drunk. She was only marginally better than Brendon at keeping her mouth shut. "Did she -"

"Yep," Brendon said, rolling over so that he could kneel over Spencer and sit back on his heels. He was, Spencer noticed through his embarrassment, grinning really fucking widely. "She told me it was one of the hottest things she'd ever done, spanking you. She said you loved it."

"That's what you were talking about earlier, in Starbucks," Spencer mumbled, trying to cover his eyes with his arm. "Oh god. Why did you think that was a good place to bring that up?"

Brendon ignored him, leaning down and pressing his mouth to Spencer's ear. "I got hard so fast when she told me that I had to go jerk off in the bathroom. I nearly asked if I could watch the next time you did it."

"We never did it again," Spencer told him, breathlessly trying to parse what Brendon had just told him. The fact that he'd brought it up in Starbucks suddenly seemed immaterial.

"Was it because you didn't want to?" Brendon asked, and Spencer noticed he carefully wasn't meeting Spencer's eyes.

Spencer swallowed. "No?" he said. "It's because we never talked about it. Never. We didn't even -" He shrugged awkwardly. "Her telling you is pretty much the only time either of us ever acknowledged it, I'm pretty sure."

Brendon nodded, slowly. "I know this was supposed to be easy and like, no strings attached, but—" he raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to? Can I? To you?"

"Just so you know," Spencer said, staring fixedly at a point just to the right of Brendon's ear, "I am a giant fucking sub. In general. That's probably information you should have before we start this."

"Well," Brendon said. "Good. Because I've been thinking about spanking you ever since Dallon suggested we do this."

"Don't talk about Dallon," Spencer said. "Not when I'm hard."

"Hard, huh?" Brendon shifted a little, just enough that he rocked down against Spencer's cock. Spencer let out a gasp. Brendon curled his belly in for a moment, and then relaxed. "What Dallon said, about you and me, and how we could just like, skip out the part where we had to figure out how we take our coffee? I kind of want to skip the part where we take this slow."

Spencer nodded, chewing on his lip. "Okay," he said. ". Let's not be—let's not be slow about this. We're on a schedule."

Brendon laughed, and winked at him before saying, "So, let's talk about what we like. Do you want to start, or should I?"

"You," Spencer said, concentration still fixed on Brendon's proximity to his cock.

"Okay. I want to spank you, I love being fucked and pegging's fucking awesome, not that that exactly counts right now, but whatever. I'll blow you for fucking ever, and you can rim me but I've uh, never done it back to anyone. Just in case you wanted that. I love porn with people on their knees, fuck." Brendon paused. "Seriously, you being on your knees would probably make me fucking come, just like that."

Spencer's hips rocked up. He couldn't help it; he whimpered as Brendon leaned in and stroked his hands underneath Spencer's shirt, rucking it up so that he was all on show, and Brendon could touch him everywhere.

"Now you tell me," Brendon said, softly. The words sounded like a promise.

"I like being told what to do," he said, and if he sounded defiant, it wasn't his fault. "And being spanked." It wasn't that he hadn't slept with a fair amount of people, but in comparison with say, Brendon or Ryan, his list wasn't as long.

"I used to love eating Haley out, especially if she held me there," Spencer said, swallowing hard. He and Haley had sort of petered out; they'd loved each other, and for a while, while they were still figuring their shit out sexually, it had been great. Later, when they'd figured out that what they needed from each other was something the other couldn't give—it had gotten tough after that.

"I love it when people come on me," Spencer continued. "On my face. I like it when I do things well." He'd met some guy in a bar who'd taken him home; he'd made Spencer kneel on the floor in the bathroom and then he'd jerked off all over Spencer's face and called him good boy. He was still Spencer's number one pick up. "Is that enough?"

"For now," Brendon said, and he grinned, his smile curving across his face. It was so familiar, and normal, and Spencer trusted Brendon like he trusted no one else. He grinned back, hands going to Brendon's hips. Even in the unfamiliar, there was familiar. He liked that.

When Brendon leaned in to kiss him again, Spencer met him halfway, kissing him back.

"How about we start with me jerking off on your face?" Brendon said conversationally, a while later. He rolled off Spencer and undid his fly.

Spencer choked on nothing, and then nodded, cheeks flaming. "Yes, please."

Brendon tugged off his shirt. "Take your shirt off, Spence. And your pants. Leave your underwear on."

Spencer gave himself about half a second to contemplate how they'd managed to go from zero to sixty in the space of about ten seconds, and then gone all the way past that to the kinky shit in Spencer's head without stopping for a break. Then he pulled his shirt off, and shrugged off his pants, and lay back down again.

Brendon looked at him appraisingly, and Spencer couldn't help but stare at the way his underwear tented out over his erection. Spencer had seen Brendon's cock enough times in the past for it not to exactly be unfamiliar, but this was new. This was different.

"You should kneel on the floor," Brendon told him. "With your hands behind your back."

Seriously, Spencer was reminded over and over of the guy he'd picked up in the bar, who'd asked Spencer what he'd wanted and then taken charge for the whole of the rest of their encounter. It had been the hottest night of his life, apart from the time Haley had spanked him and then jerked him off while he lay there, over her knee. "Okay," he said, and Brendon darted in and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"All over your face, Spence," Brendon promised, hand to Spencer's cheek, and Spencer nodded jerkily, sliding off the bed and down onto his knees, hands behind his back.

Brendon kicked off his underwear and shifted so that he was sitting in the right place, on the edge of the bed, legs bracketing Spencer.

"You're shaved," Spencer said, since that was new.

"Yep," Brendon said, running one hand through Spencer's hair as he jerked his cock lazily with his other hand. "Sarah was, and she used to love it when I shaved her in bed, and then I let her do it back to me. Now I just do it because it feels fucking incredible when I'm jerking off."

"Yeah," Spencer said, his mouth suddenly dry. He tried to swallow, but it felt like he hadn't had a drink in hours.

"Keep your mouth closed," Brendon said, hand still tangled in Spencer's hair, and then he was tugging Spencer nearer, until the head of Brendon's cock was touching Spencer's lips. Brendon pushed him away again after a minute, reaching over for the lube that Spencer hadn't noticed was on the nightstand.

Brendon squirted a handful onto his palm, and then wrapped his hand around his cock. Spencer's mouth watered, and he had to keep a hold of his wrists to make himself stay still.

Brendon was lazily playing with his cock, still sliding his fingertips through the lube, flicking the tip of his cock with his finger, cupping his balls. The lube was going everywhere, all over the sheets, but Brendon didn't seem to care. "You still want to be spanked, Spencer?" he asked, thumb stroking across the slit.

"Yes," Spencer said. His mouth was so fucking dry. He bet this wasn't what Dallon had had in mind when he'd suggested they hook up. This was totally fucking kinky. They'd just dispensed with vanilla and gone straight for the kink.

"Tell me about what happened the last time you got spanked."

"Haley spanked me, then she jerked me off."

Brendon rolled his eyes. "And then some paint dried. Tell me what really happened."

Spencer shrugged his shoulders. "I went down on her," he said, awkwardly. "For a long time."

"Did you make her come, Spence?"

Spencer nodded. He could feel the blush spreading. He looked down at the floor, but Brendon leaned in and tilted his chin up, his fingers slippery. "She came, and I stayed down, because she liked it when I kept going after she'd come. She was so wet," Spencer said. He didn't know why he was getting so turned on talking about having sex with Haley when he was with Brendon. He didn't know why Brendon was so clearly getting off on it, but he didn't want to think about it too much. It was hot; that was enough.

"Then what?"

She sat up against the pillows, and I laid down on her lap," Spencer's gaze dropped, even though Brendon kept his chin tilted up, but he couldn't meet Brendon's gaze, not when he was this red-faced. "She spanked me, and then she made me stay there while she jerked me off."

"And you liked that?" Brendon asked, and he wasn't just playing with his cock anymore, he was jerking it, fast and hard. Spencer could see how hard he was breathing from the way his chest moved.

"Yeah," Spencer said, awkwardly. "I loved it. I came everywhere. I wanted her to keep going afterwards, keep touching me."

"She didn't?"

"I didn't ask," Spencer admitted. His own cock was straining against his underwear, tenting it out. There was a wet stripe across the front. He was really desperate.

"We can do that tonight," Brendon said. He was probably getting close. Spencer could read the signs, even through the haze of his own growing desperation. "If you want."

"Yeah," Spencer said.

"Gonna come all over your face," Brendon told him, voice catching, as he tangled his other hand in Spencer's hair and pulled him closer, so that he was almost touching Brendon's cock. "Oh—fuck." Brendon came with a soft intake of breath, and then Spencer was closing his eyes as Brendon's come hit his cheek, and the corner of his mouth, and his lips.

He didn't open his eyes until after he'd licked his lips. Brendon, breathless and breathing hard, cupped Spencer's cheek in his hand, and then leaned in, pressing his mouth to Spencer's.

"We're going to have the best kinky sex," he said, against Spencer's mouth, his thumb smearing come across Spencer's cheek.

Spencer snorted, his shoulders shaking. He was so turned on he could barely think straight, and instead, Brendon was making him laugh. Everything about the two of them together was weird and on its head at the same time as being achingly, wonderfully familiar.

"Get up here," Brendon said. "Make out with me for a while before I spank your ass."

"Brendon," Spencer said, desperately turned on. He was gloriously appalled at the way his body was betraying him so easily, at how easy it seemed to be for Brendon to find his way through all the cracks he'd hidden away and only ever hinted at before. It was—it was so easy. Telling Brendon this stuff was easy, and hot. So fucking hot. He climbed onto the bed and crawled into the space between Brendon's legs, licking his way into a kiss.

Brendon just kept touching him, running his hands down Spencer's arms, along the curve of his stomach, his hips, his cock - through the damp cotton of his underwear - back up again to the come on his face that he wasn't wiping away.

"Mmmmmm," Brendon said, eloquently, stroking his way down Spencer's back as Spencer kissed him again. "Orgasms are awesome."

"I wouldn't know," Spencer said dryly, or as dryly as he could manage when Brendon was lazily nipping at Spencer's bottom lip with his teeth, and fumbling with Spencer's waistband.

Brendon slapped his ass. "Shut up," he said, fondly. "I just came a lot, and after I come I like to snuggle. It's a thing. Stop complaining and enjoy the wait."

"You are so weird," Spencer told him, at the same time as being hopelessly turned on by the fact that Brendon had just come on his face, and that neither of them had cleaned him up, or showed any intention of trying to. Brendon's hand was on his ass, lazily stroking.

"You love the wait," Brendon said. "Okay, I'm ready. I'm rejuvenated. That was a power snuggle."

"No," Spencer said, shaking his head, since that required the kind of parsing that he was rapidly losing the ability to manage, especially since Brendon was patting his ass. Spencer's stomach was flipping over and over in anticipation of the spanking. He gave in, and tried to shrug his underwear off.

Brendon stopped him with a slap to his wrist. "Wait," he said, reprovingly.

Spencer tried to hide how shaken up and turned on he was, but he didn't think he succeeded, because Brendon leaned in and kissed him again, slow and dirty, his tongue fucking into his mouth. Spencer gave in to it, let Brendon take it where he wanted it to go, and let himself be kissed into a relaxed submission, until the tension was gone. Every part of him felt relaxed and easy. When Brendon finally shifted so that he was propped up against the pillows, he urged Spencer to follow him until he was lying across Brendon's lap.

Spencer went slowly. His erection was trapped against Brendon's thigh, but rather than move so that he was more comfortable, he let his arms hang over the edge of the bed instead, his cheek pressed to the sheet. Brendon stroked him over and over, digging his fingertips loosely into Spencer's shoulders, his hands smoothing swirling pathways across his skin, down the curve of his back, over and over.

He was so relaxed that when the first hit came, it took him a moment to recognize the sting. He groaned softly, his mouth pressed up against the sheet, and when the second hit came he whimpered into the mattress. Brendon stroked lazily at his ass through his underwear, and Spencer's dick twitched.

After that, the smacks were measured, repetitive, first one cheek and then the other. He relaxed into it, expecting the next blow, feeling the rhythm. He breathed into the sheets, trying not to move. Each hit stung, and his ass felt hot and exposed, even though he was still in his briefs. He could feel the heat spreading through his body, the tingle of something else, something deeper, something darker. He shifted, unable to hold back a whine as Brendon's rhythm shifted and became something fragmentary, and he lost the ability to follow it as Brendon smacked him over and over.

It was even worse when Brendon stopped hitting him in favor of stroking his ass again in not-so soft circles. Spencer squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in the sheets, wanting so much more even as the sharp sting spread across his skin. He rocked his hips into Brendon's thigh, not even sure if he was crying because of how much he wanted this, or how much he needed it.

"Good, Spence," Brendon told him, still stroking his ass. "You're doing so well."

Spencer let out a shaky, desperate breath and reached behind him so that Brendon could grab his hand and squeeze. He'd remembered. Brendon had remembered, fuck.

"So good, Spence," Brendon said again, still squeezing his hand. Spencer held on tightly, trying to remember how to breathe. He wasn't sure how long it was before he could loosen his grip and let go.

Brendon leaned in and pressed a kiss to the small of Spencer's back.

For a while afterwards, Brendon kept on stroking his ass, and then he fumbled with Spencer's waistband, urging him up so that he could slide his underwear down to his knees. Spencer went sluggishly, waiting a beat too long before responding to Brendon's hands. He couldn't keep quiet when Brendon took a hold of his cock, drawing it back through Spencer's legs.

"Please," Spencer managed, his tongue feeling thick in his mouth. He heard, rather than saw, the cap being flicked on the tube of lube on the nightstand, and then Brendon was stroking him with blessedly cool, lube-slick hands until he was slippery and breathless and desperate for more.

"You really liked being spanked, didn't you?" Brendon said, after a while. He was still playing with Spencer's cock, refusing to do anything other than fondle him and slick him up.

"Uh-huh," Spencer managed, coherently.

"You've still got my come on your face," Brendon said, conversationally, and he reached up with one lube-slick finger to stroke Spencer's face. Spencer whimpered. Desire coiled desperately in his belly; he could still feel the sting of Brendon's smacks, the way the hits had built, the way it had spread across his body like fire. "You ready to come for me yet?"

Spencer shook his head, still trying to hold off. Brendon was stroking him, soft and gentle and refusing to rush; it was the worst kind of torture and also desperately, wonderfully hot. He never wanted it to end, yet he needed to come now.

"Look how hard you are," Brendon told him, after a while, still refusing to speed up. He just kept on touching, stroking him with pianist's fingers, exploring and gentle. It was the most exquisite thing that Spencer could remember, and yet, at the same time, he was desperate for it to be over. He could feel his orgasm building, deep in his belly. "You want me to keep going, after you've come?"

Spencer nodded, hiding his face in the sheets. He had his eyes closed; he covered them with his hand as he concentrated on the way Brendon was touching him. "Please," he managed.

"Okay," Brendon said, splaying one hand over Spencer's reddened ass, slick and wet. He pressed down, the ache and the sting going deep as Spencer squeezed his eyes even tighter shut.

"Brendon—" was all he could manage, reaching behind him for Brendon's hand again. When he found it, it was slick-hot and slippery; he could barely grip it, but at least the pressure was gone from his ass, and finally, finally, Brendon took Spencer's cock in his fist and started jacking him.

When Spencer finally came it was loud and desperate and aching; he kept a hold of Brendon's hand the whole time as his orgasm rocked through him. Afterwards, when he was trembling and burning hot, Brendon went back to playing with his cock, squeezing even more lube into his palm as he wrapped his fingers around Spencer and stroked. Spencer could hear himself babbling, but he couldn't stop; it felt like torture, it felt incredible. His body was on fire and he couldn't stop shaking. It built and built until finally, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Brendon," he said, voice hoarse. "Enough, stop—"

Brendon let go, and leaned in to press another kiss to the curve of his shoulder. He laid down next to Spencer without touching him. "So good, Spence," he said, softly. "You did so well."

Spencer nodded, his eyes still closed, and he didn't move. He couldn't have, even if he tried. He was still trembling.

He didn't know how much later it was when Brendon shifted next to him, standing up and leaving the bed empty. Spencer cracked open an eye.

"I'm getting the covers," Brendon said, and his cheeks were pinker than Spencer expected them to be, and they stayed pink as Brendon spread the sheets over Spencer before crawling in next to him, and awkwardly sliding an arm around Spencer's waist. "This okay?"

"Yeah," Spencer said, sleepily. He felt wiped out, but happy. "Thanks."

"Thank Dallon," Brendon said. "Or thank our kinky brains, whichever."

Spencer snorted a laugh. "We're awesome."

"Totally," Brendon agreed, sounding half asleep. "Just think what else we can try. We have another two and a half days, don't forget."

"We're going to do nothing but come and sleep," Spencer said.

"Right on, dude," Brendon held out his fist for Spencer to bump.

Spencer rolled his eyes. "Dork," he said, bumping Brendon's fist with his own.

"Loser," Brendon shot back.

Spencer fell asleep with a smile on his face.

--

He woke up to the sound of the doorbell, and Brendon scrambling out of bed.

It was a while before he woke up enough to get out of bed and follow Brendon out of the bedroom; it wasn't until he got to the top of the stairs that he realized he was naked.

"Hi," Dallon said, from the doorway. He covered his eyes with his hands. "You're naked."

"You're here," Spencer said, stupidly. He tried to cover himself up with a towel, grabbed from the knob on the bathroom door. Brendon—who was holding Spencer's hoodie from last night around his waist - grinned up at him a little sheepishly. Spencer probably still had his come on his face. Fuck.

"Oh my god," Dallon said, from behind his hands. "You guys know I was joking, right? I didn't actually expect you to come over here and have sex."

"Well, we did," Brendon said. "And it was awesome. Thanks for bringing my phone over, but you can go now."

"I'm scarred for life," Dallon said, tonelessly. He was still covering his eyes with his hands, but he peered out from behind one, cautiously. "Everyone covered up, now? No dick on show?"

"No dick," Spencer said. "But hey, guess what?" He winked down at Brendon. "It turns out we're really fucking awesome at having sex."

"Really kinky sex," Brendon confided. "And if you don't turn around right the fuck now, I'm going to blow Spencer in the hallway with you watching."

Dallon made a desperate, choking kind of a noise. "Okay, I'm gone," he said, quickly. "So gone. You won't even see me for dust. Um. You two have fun, now. And, um, Spencer? I can recommend some lotion for your ass. Not that I was looking at your ass. Oh god."

Spencer wondered haphazardly if dying from embarrassment was an actual possibility. Brendon, that fucker, was actually laughing.

"Bye, Dallon," Brendon said firmly, still laughing, pushing him out of the door. "Happy holidays to one and all!" He turned back around, closing the door behind him and collapsing against it. "Hey, so, Dallon can recommend some lotion for your sore ass."

"I'm dying," Spencer said. "This is what dying feels like."

"If you can get over that any time soon," Brendon said, eyes flicking down to Spencer's hastily stolen towel, "then you should get down here and I'll blow you."

"Well," Spencer said, still red-faced and embarrassed. Unfortunately, his dick was showing an interest in Brendon's offer. "I guess we are on a schedule."

"Yeah, schedules," Brendon said, flippantly. He didn't look flippant. "Schedules. I hate schedules. I know you hate schedules. How do you feel about junking the time limit and doing this again? Like, you know. After Vegas." He chewed his lip, but didn't look away.

Spencer fought valiantly not to let his desperate enthusiasm show on his face. "I don't know," he said, pretending to consider the idea. "I think maybe I can fit you in."

"Awesome," Brendon said, beaming up at him.

"Awesome," Spencer echoed, unable to stop from grinning, wide and bright. "But didn't you say something about a blowjob?"

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