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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
10
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17,051
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152
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Spoon
His First: Chapter 8: Spoon
Colin stood in the door to the kitchen with a plastic cup full of beer. He looked over the swell of teenagers searching for one in particular. He’d been more than happy to fetch a little booze for his brother especially now that it meant he would see Brendan again. A sharp thrill ran up his spine in anticipation. Colin laughed at himself as he sipped his drink. Fuck it’d been what? 10… 15 hours since he last saw Brendan? Wasn’t he as the older more experienced ‘man’ supposed to be aloof? It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about Brendan over 100 times today anyway. Colin let out a mental sigh. He couldn’t keep the dark haired boy out of his head. He kept hearing Brendan’s small voice whisper ‘I’m glad it’s you,’ and then Colin’s mind would besot him with visions of the boy arching elegantly into the air, his pleading hazel eyes half lidded with desire, and Colin’s own rigid length slowly disappearing inside Brendan’s tight virgin body. Ungh…Colin felt the gentle tingle of arousal return to his groin. He’d been half hard practically all, fucking, day. He lifted the cup to his lips taking a good gulp of the bitter liquid to ease the tension building up inside. He smiled and nodded as a few faces he sorta knew drifted past. He was only interested in one, the one that had him screaming and moaning in bed last night, the one with sinfully soft skin that begged Colin to lick it.
A sudden loud pulsing beat ripped through the house. Colin cringed at the instant assault. Amateurs. They were damn lucky this place was secluded from its neighbors or the cops would have been there in no time to bust up their little party. One last survey over the room and he was certain that Brendan wasn’t in this part of the house. Colin began to sift through the bodies on his way towards the source of the music. He passed nameless being after nameless being, with his warming beer. The music got louder, the bodies got closer, with no sign of Brendan. He started to wonder if his little goth god was even there. Colin cast his eyes over the throng of bouncing gyrating bodies looking for his new favorite head of dark curls.
Finally he saw Anne trotting happily down the stairs and tentatively following her was his quarry. The little spark of electricity that had run up his spine earlier now shot straight to his groin making him feel heavy and thick. He watched, captivated by Brendan’s slow descent. It was amazing. When he looked at Brendan Colin felt… greedy. It was more than simply wanting to touch him or be near him, he wanted to consume Brendan, ravage him. Colin again ridiculed himself internally. One night together and he was an obsessed letch. Ok, he’d always had lecherous tendencies but it didn’t really count until you were actually ogling and plotting to capture a sweet hot thing like that one over there. And it wasn’t just any night anyway…it was the night Brendan gave up his virginity. Hm…. did that make his lecherousness better or worse? God, who cares…look at those wondrous hazel eyes searching the crowd, the soft silken coils of hair that wrap deliciously around your fingers and that painted red bottom lip just waiting to be plucked. Yep, definitely inappropriate urges coming on.
Colin saw a look of discovery as Brendan’s eyes locked with his. The connection was electric. Perhaps he was not alone in his desperate desire. The possibility made Colin’s lips curved up into a smile. Brendan blushed coyly looking down as if he’d been caught doing something naughty, which made Colin’s smile broaden. Tonight was going to fun. Maybe even more fun than last night. He set his cup on a nearby table before pushing his way towards the stairs.
Brendan’s insides were jumping up and down as Colin began moving towards him. He quickly checked if Michael and Anne were anywhere to be seen but he could find neither of them. Anne said she’d take care of Michael so…. His palms felt clammy and sticky. He tried to wipe them inconspicuously on his legs. He wasn’t nervous about talking to Colin. Really, he was just anxious to be near the other boy. The loud driving bass covered the thumping of his heart as he took the last two steps. He could see Colin half way through the crowd. He excused himself and shifted past the wiggling bodies. It was slow progress. He was about ten people away from connecting with Colin when someone grabbed his arm and pulled him away.
“WHAT A GREAT PARTY!!” screamed Karin, a girl from his class. “IT’S SO COOL THAT ANNE’S PARENTS ARE OUT OF TOWN.”
Brendan smiled down at the bald headed petite girl. He nodded wondering how that little body could produce a noise loud enough to be heard over the music. “ya great.” Normally he loved hanging with Karin but … He looked over his shoulder and didn’t see Colin anywhere. Damn!
“WHAT?” Karin yelled.
“It’s GREAT!” Brendan hollered into her face. The girl laughed at him and began jumping up and down and spinning around to the music. Brendan did the same only he was more interested in trying to see between people than in enjoying the music. This was so fucked up. Colin had been right THERE! He bolstered a new appreciation for the phrase ‘so close and yet so far’. Brendan twisted and turned looking for Colin. As the song faded into something funky with a less driving beat he turned back to Karin. He was so startled to find that his short, bouncy friend had turned into his tall, blonde dream that Brendan nearly fell backwards. A swift arm captured his waist and steadied him against Colin’s solid body.
Once found, Colin hadn’t lost track of his objective even when the weird little bald kid dragged him further away. He grinned at his prize as he held it close. Mmmm, it felt so good to be touching again. The indifferent swarm of dancing teenagers surrounding them wouldn’t allow them to separate much. He used that to keep Brendan close to him as his body started snaking along to the music. Colin slid his hands around the boy’s waist. He easily guided Brendan’s body to move with him in the slow sensual sway.
It was a sudden change from frantically searching for Colin to being completely spellbound by him. In an instant, Brendan forgot about Michael, Anne, and everyone around them as their bodies slid against each other at Colin’s bidding. When he felt their hips grind together lightly his ability to speak or even think melted into the song’s chorus chanting around them….
webelongas two-two together
webelongas two-two together
webelongas two-two together
webelongas two-two together
webelongas two two together ….
Encourage by Brendan’s willingness, Colin moved his hands to the small of Brendan’s back and pulled them flush. He closed his eyes savoring the sweetness of their bodies joining together. He’d been fantasizing all day about feeling like this. Colin pressed every inch of himself to the lithe young boy, still moving with the music and wondering if Brendan could hear his heavy breathing over the music.
Brendan molded himself to Colin. He couldn’t believe this was happening. They were moving together seamlessly. He mindlessly followed Colin’s lead. Wasn’t there something they were supposed to be doing like talking or hiding or…OH FUCK! He couldn’t recall because right then Colin’s hips began sinking and lifting roughly against his. Colin was rubbing directly against Brendan’s cock and getting him harder with each dip and thrust. It set Brendan on fire. He didn’t care what happened as long as Colin kept touching him like this. Brendan tightened his hold on Colin fearful that if he let go he’d swoon onto the floor.
The music was dying away and the breathless boy in Colin’s arms stared up in rapt silence. They stayed affixed to one another as a new song came pounding through the air. Colin’s desire to claim Brendan again came raging over him. This was not a good time to be in public. He turned Brendan away from him and began pushing them through the crowd.
Brendan moved like an obedient drone. His legs could hardly keep up as his body buffeted against the other partiers. In moments they were outside running down the length of parked cars in the dark the muffled sound of the party dying away as they ran from the house. The cool night air did nothing to clear Brendan’s lust crazed mind. He was jerked to a stop and a hot greedy mouth took him. He gripped at the hungry body with equal fervor as he was pressed against the cold metal of Colin’s car. He groaned at the rough contact stroking his engorged cock. Oh fuck he needed this, more of this, more of this NOW! Heart racing, chest heaving he wrapped his legs around Colin as he felt himself lifted onto the trunk.
Colin pushed Brendan onto his car and growled when the boy’s legs eagerly seated around his body and squeezed. He pushed relentlessly rubbing himself against Brendan. He swore the boy was so hard he could feel everything right through the layers of thick fabric. Their mouths tangled and sucked. He fucked Brendan’s gasps with his tongue as hands clawed at hips trying to feel more of him, trying to make it harder, faster. Please God faster.
Brendan was already desperate to come. He could feel it so close, every muscle twisting and pushing, trying to find it and make it happen. Each rub or grasp from Colin he swore was going to be the one that sent him over the edge but instead, his climax only continued to mount, winding him tighter and tighter, until he was frantic, whining and begging between kisses, “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”
Brendan was bucking between Colin and the car so hard that the metal popped and moaned beneath the boy but they didn’t stop. They couldn’t stop now. Colin pulled his mouth away from Brendan’s and leaned back his body complaining as he strained to keep going. It was the most exquisite imitation of fucking he’d ever imagined. Brendan was clinging to him meeting him thrust for thrust their whole bodies intent on one thing.
Colin’s release came to him abruptly in a great consuming shudder. He stilled between Brendan’s spasming legs against the car. Brendan was still gasping and whining, thrusting up against Colin fighting to find his release. Colin caught his breath then redoubled his efforts to get the boy off. He seized Brendan’s hips and forced them against his as he ground hard into Brendan. He buried his face in the boy’s neck and whispered in a hot breathy voice, “You’re so close aren’t you… I can feel how close you are…it’s right there….right there isn’t it?…. you want it so bad…”
Brendan began to cry in frustration as Colin’s raw sex laden voice filled his conscious. His tiring muscles screamed and flexed as they struggled to find resolution. His body trembled involuntarily with desire. He did want it and the way Colin kept touching him and talking to him made Brendan more desperate for it. The contact through their clothing was indistinct and indirect so much so that his completion hovered just beyond his grasp. It was the luring rasp of Colin’s voice kept Brendan reaching for it.
“You need it, Brendan.… take it… come on…take it….”
Brendan panted and gasped his body still climbing. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Come on, he told himself. He’d never worked so intensely to get off before. “Please,” he whispered, “oh please.”
Colin kept his pace hard and steady. He could reach between them and let his hand finish Brendan off but there was something wild and lovely about letting it happen just like this. He witnessed Brendan’s exquisite suffering as he struggled to come. Colin found that he loved the way Brendan was shaking uncontrolably right on the edge of true ecstasy. He softened his voice making it higher and imploring, “You’re so fucking hard, baby…don’t you want to come?”
The change in Colin’s voice had Brendan arching backwards and forwards whimpering in his exasperation.
“…I want you to come…. please, Brendan… please come for me…”
Brendan’s body was tensing, stilling, moving less and less. It would be soon….holy fuck it had to be soon.
“Come on Brendan…come on baby…yes that’s it…come for me...come for me now!!”
On commanded Brendan’s body convulsed, his climax at last ripping violently through him. It was one of the sweetest releases he’d ever felt. He continues to ride Colin’s body as the surge took him. He listened to the man affirm him with quiet cooing between soft wet kisses.
“That’s it baby…yes…good… you did so good….”
As the rush subsided Brendan’s body became boneless. He hung limp over Colin waiting for his breath and his mind to come back to him. His wet seed spread inside his pants as he slowly rocked.
Colin basked in Brendan’s sated weight pulled tight against him. The relative stillness of the night was all around him while his arms were filled with the most wonderful boy he’d ever known. He knew now that any and every chance he could get to be with Brendan he would take. Colin turned his head and pressed his lips to Brendan’s cheek.
Coming back from his extended high, Brendan lifted himself from Colin. He softly smiled through his sated bliss at his… lover? I’ve never even gone on a date but now…. I have a lover. He reached up to stroke the side of Colin’s face as they looked upon each other.
Colin leaned into Brendan’s caress, capturing the hand and kissing the palm. They were together now. They had found a connection that hadn’t needed to be spoken. It was crazy how he knew this, and if he thought about it too much, he might convince himself it wasn’t real. Colin stepped back and helped Brendan down to the ground. The young man grimaced and made a sound of disgust as he adjusted his damp pants. Feeling the same way Colin smiled and offered, “Come on, let’s go back to my place and clean up.”
TBC
A/N: Song quoted (just barely) is “Spoon” by Cibo Matto. Again many, many thanks to you all.
See you at Colin’s house!
Colin stood in the door to the kitchen with a plastic cup full of beer. He looked over the swell of teenagers searching for one in particular. He’d been more than happy to fetch a little booze for his brother especially now that it meant he would see Brendan again. A sharp thrill ran up his spine in anticipation. Colin laughed at himself as he sipped his drink. Fuck it’d been what? 10… 15 hours since he last saw Brendan? Wasn’t he as the older more experienced ‘man’ supposed to be aloof? It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about Brendan over 100 times today anyway. Colin let out a mental sigh. He couldn’t keep the dark haired boy out of his head. He kept hearing Brendan’s small voice whisper ‘I’m glad it’s you,’ and then Colin’s mind would besot him with visions of the boy arching elegantly into the air, his pleading hazel eyes half lidded with desire, and Colin’s own rigid length slowly disappearing inside Brendan’s tight virgin body. Ungh…Colin felt the gentle tingle of arousal return to his groin. He’d been half hard practically all, fucking, day. He lifted the cup to his lips taking a good gulp of the bitter liquid to ease the tension building up inside. He smiled and nodded as a few faces he sorta knew drifted past. He was only interested in one, the one that had him screaming and moaning in bed last night, the one with sinfully soft skin that begged Colin to lick it.
A sudden loud pulsing beat ripped through the house. Colin cringed at the instant assault. Amateurs. They were damn lucky this place was secluded from its neighbors or the cops would have been there in no time to bust up their little party. One last survey over the room and he was certain that Brendan wasn’t in this part of the house. Colin began to sift through the bodies on his way towards the source of the music. He passed nameless being after nameless being, with his warming beer. The music got louder, the bodies got closer, with no sign of Brendan. He started to wonder if his little goth god was even there. Colin cast his eyes over the throng of bouncing gyrating bodies looking for his new favorite head of dark curls.
Finally he saw Anne trotting happily down the stairs and tentatively following her was his quarry. The little spark of electricity that had run up his spine earlier now shot straight to his groin making him feel heavy and thick. He watched, captivated by Brendan’s slow descent. It was amazing. When he looked at Brendan Colin felt… greedy. It was more than simply wanting to touch him or be near him, he wanted to consume Brendan, ravage him. Colin again ridiculed himself internally. One night together and he was an obsessed letch. Ok, he’d always had lecherous tendencies but it didn’t really count until you were actually ogling and plotting to capture a sweet hot thing like that one over there. And it wasn’t just any night anyway…it was the night Brendan gave up his virginity. Hm…. did that make his lecherousness better or worse? God, who cares…look at those wondrous hazel eyes searching the crowd, the soft silken coils of hair that wrap deliciously around your fingers and that painted red bottom lip just waiting to be plucked. Yep, definitely inappropriate urges coming on.
Colin saw a look of discovery as Brendan’s eyes locked with his. The connection was electric. Perhaps he was not alone in his desperate desire. The possibility made Colin’s lips curved up into a smile. Brendan blushed coyly looking down as if he’d been caught doing something naughty, which made Colin’s smile broaden. Tonight was going to fun. Maybe even more fun than last night. He set his cup on a nearby table before pushing his way towards the stairs.
Brendan’s insides were jumping up and down as Colin began moving towards him. He quickly checked if Michael and Anne were anywhere to be seen but he could find neither of them. Anne said she’d take care of Michael so…. His palms felt clammy and sticky. He tried to wipe them inconspicuously on his legs. He wasn’t nervous about talking to Colin. Really, he was just anxious to be near the other boy. The loud driving bass covered the thumping of his heart as he took the last two steps. He could see Colin half way through the crowd. He excused himself and shifted past the wiggling bodies. It was slow progress. He was about ten people away from connecting with Colin when someone grabbed his arm and pulled him away.
“WHAT A GREAT PARTY!!” screamed Karin, a girl from his class. “IT’S SO COOL THAT ANNE’S PARENTS ARE OUT OF TOWN.”
Brendan smiled down at the bald headed petite girl. He nodded wondering how that little body could produce a noise loud enough to be heard over the music. “ya great.” Normally he loved hanging with Karin but … He looked over his shoulder and didn’t see Colin anywhere. Damn!
“WHAT?” Karin yelled.
“It’s GREAT!” Brendan hollered into her face. The girl laughed at him and began jumping up and down and spinning around to the music. Brendan did the same only he was more interested in trying to see between people than in enjoying the music. This was so fucked up. Colin had been right THERE! He bolstered a new appreciation for the phrase ‘so close and yet so far’. Brendan twisted and turned looking for Colin. As the song faded into something funky with a less driving beat he turned back to Karin. He was so startled to find that his short, bouncy friend had turned into his tall, blonde dream that Brendan nearly fell backwards. A swift arm captured his waist and steadied him against Colin’s solid body.
Once found, Colin hadn’t lost track of his objective even when the weird little bald kid dragged him further away. He grinned at his prize as he held it close. Mmmm, it felt so good to be touching again. The indifferent swarm of dancing teenagers surrounding them wouldn’t allow them to separate much. He used that to keep Brendan close to him as his body started snaking along to the music. Colin slid his hands around the boy’s waist. He easily guided Brendan’s body to move with him in the slow sensual sway.
It was a sudden change from frantically searching for Colin to being completely spellbound by him. In an instant, Brendan forgot about Michael, Anne, and everyone around them as their bodies slid against each other at Colin’s bidding. When he felt their hips grind together lightly his ability to speak or even think melted into the song’s chorus chanting around them….
webelongas two-two together
webelongas two-two together
webelongas two-two together
webelongas two-two together
webelongas two two together ….
Encourage by Brendan’s willingness, Colin moved his hands to the small of Brendan’s back and pulled them flush. He closed his eyes savoring the sweetness of their bodies joining together. He’d been fantasizing all day about feeling like this. Colin pressed every inch of himself to the lithe young boy, still moving with the music and wondering if Brendan could hear his heavy breathing over the music.
Brendan molded himself to Colin. He couldn’t believe this was happening. They were moving together seamlessly. He mindlessly followed Colin’s lead. Wasn’t there something they were supposed to be doing like talking or hiding or…OH FUCK! He couldn’t recall because right then Colin’s hips began sinking and lifting roughly against his. Colin was rubbing directly against Brendan’s cock and getting him harder with each dip and thrust. It set Brendan on fire. He didn’t care what happened as long as Colin kept touching him like this. Brendan tightened his hold on Colin fearful that if he let go he’d swoon onto the floor.
The music was dying away and the breathless boy in Colin’s arms stared up in rapt silence. They stayed affixed to one another as a new song came pounding through the air. Colin’s desire to claim Brendan again came raging over him. This was not a good time to be in public. He turned Brendan away from him and began pushing them through the crowd.
Brendan moved like an obedient drone. His legs could hardly keep up as his body buffeted against the other partiers. In moments they were outside running down the length of parked cars in the dark the muffled sound of the party dying away as they ran from the house. The cool night air did nothing to clear Brendan’s lust crazed mind. He was jerked to a stop and a hot greedy mouth took him. He gripped at the hungry body with equal fervor as he was pressed against the cold metal of Colin’s car. He groaned at the rough contact stroking his engorged cock. Oh fuck he needed this, more of this, more of this NOW! Heart racing, chest heaving he wrapped his legs around Colin as he felt himself lifted onto the trunk.
Colin pushed Brendan onto his car and growled when the boy’s legs eagerly seated around his body and squeezed. He pushed relentlessly rubbing himself against Brendan. He swore the boy was so hard he could feel everything right through the layers of thick fabric. Their mouths tangled and sucked. He fucked Brendan’s gasps with his tongue as hands clawed at hips trying to feel more of him, trying to make it harder, faster. Please God faster.
Brendan was already desperate to come. He could feel it so close, every muscle twisting and pushing, trying to find it and make it happen. Each rub or grasp from Colin he swore was going to be the one that sent him over the edge but instead, his climax only continued to mount, winding him tighter and tighter, until he was frantic, whining and begging between kisses, “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”
Brendan was bucking between Colin and the car so hard that the metal popped and moaned beneath the boy but they didn’t stop. They couldn’t stop now. Colin pulled his mouth away from Brendan’s and leaned back his body complaining as he strained to keep going. It was the most exquisite imitation of fucking he’d ever imagined. Brendan was clinging to him meeting him thrust for thrust their whole bodies intent on one thing.
Colin’s release came to him abruptly in a great consuming shudder. He stilled between Brendan’s spasming legs against the car. Brendan was still gasping and whining, thrusting up against Colin fighting to find his release. Colin caught his breath then redoubled his efforts to get the boy off. He seized Brendan’s hips and forced them against his as he ground hard into Brendan. He buried his face in the boy’s neck and whispered in a hot breathy voice, “You’re so close aren’t you… I can feel how close you are…it’s right there….right there isn’t it?…. you want it so bad…”
Brendan began to cry in frustration as Colin’s raw sex laden voice filled his conscious. His tiring muscles screamed and flexed as they struggled to find resolution. His body trembled involuntarily with desire. He did want it and the way Colin kept touching him and talking to him made Brendan more desperate for it. The contact through their clothing was indistinct and indirect so much so that his completion hovered just beyond his grasp. It was the luring rasp of Colin’s voice kept Brendan reaching for it.
“You need it, Brendan.… take it… come on…take it….”
Brendan panted and gasped his body still climbing. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Come on, he told himself. He’d never worked so intensely to get off before. “Please,” he whispered, “oh please.”
Colin kept his pace hard and steady. He could reach between them and let his hand finish Brendan off but there was something wild and lovely about letting it happen just like this. He witnessed Brendan’s exquisite suffering as he struggled to come. Colin found that he loved the way Brendan was shaking uncontrolably right on the edge of true ecstasy. He softened his voice making it higher and imploring, “You’re so fucking hard, baby…don’t you want to come?”
The change in Colin’s voice had Brendan arching backwards and forwards whimpering in his exasperation.
“…I want you to come…. please, Brendan… please come for me…”
Brendan’s body was tensing, stilling, moving less and less. It would be soon….holy fuck it had to be soon.
“Come on Brendan…come on baby…yes that’s it…come for me...come for me now!!”
On commanded Brendan’s body convulsed, his climax at last ripping violently through him. It was one of the sweetest releases he’d ever felt. He continues to ride Colin’s body as the surge took him. He listened to the man affirm him with quiet cooing between soft wet kisses.
“That’s it baby…yes…good… you did so good….”
As the rush subsided Brendan’s body became boneless. He hung limp over Colin waiting for his breath and his mind to come back to him. His wet seed spread inside his pants as he slowly rocked.
Colin basked in Brendan’s sated weight pulled tight against him. The relative stillness of the night was all around him while his arms were filled with the most wonderful boy he’d ever known. He knew now that any and every chance he could get to be with Brendan he would take. Colin turned his head and pressed his lips to Brendan’s cheek.
Coming back from his extended high, Brendan lifted himself from Colin. He softly smiled through his sated bliss at his… lover? I’ve never even gone on a date but now…. I have a lover. He reached up to stroke the side of Colin’s face as they looked upon each other.
Colin leaned into Brendan’s caress, capturing the hand and kissing the palm. They were together now. They had found a connection that hadn’t needed to be spoken. It was crazy how he knew this, and if he thought about it too much, he might convince himself it wasn’t real. Colin stepped back and helped Brendan down to the ground. The young man grimaced and made a sound of disgust as he adjusted his damp pants. Feeling the same way Colin smiled and offered, “Come on, let’s go back to my place and clean up.”
TBC
A/N: Song quoted (just barely) is “Spoon” by Cibo Matto. Again many, many thanks to you all.
See you at Colin’s house!