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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Bandom, Panic_At_The_Disco
  Relationship:
      Spencer_Smith/Brendon_Urie
  Additional Tags:
      Breathplay, Mutual_Masturbation, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Dom/
      sub, Alternate_Universe_-_BDSM
  Series:
      Part 21 of Slantverse
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-02-12 Words: 1501
****** And Don't Forget To Take Deep Breaths ******
by Gala_and_Elle, theletterelle
Summary
     Brendon asks for what he wants. Sort of.
Now that they're officially dating, Brendon has finally relaxed around
everyone. He's not so jumpy, not so quick to look down and bite his lip like
he's afraid he'll be kicked in the ass if he makes a sound. He speaks up. He
jokes, with a biting sense of humor that Spencer applauds, as long as it's
aimed at other people. Most importantly, he's started asking. Not demanding; he
knows better than that, but offering respectful suggestions. "You could..." or
"If you wanted..." Spencer does want. Spencer can. Spencer does.
He wishes they had more than lunch together. He'd see about switching Brendon
over to his own schedule, but the semester's far enough along that he'd rather
not confuse Brendon for no reason other than he wants to. Sometimes he feels
like that should be enough, but responsibility tells him it's not. So he makes
the most of lunchtime. They sit as close as they can, Spencer's hand always
curved around Brendon's arm or clutched in his shirt collar. Scening isn't
allowed, but kneeling is, so sometimes when no one at the Mormon table is
watching, he has Brendon on his knees, eating from a tray on the floor.
Victoria rolls her eyes-- "Really, Spence? Really?-- but when Brendon gives her
his innocent deer look, she laughs and shakes her head.
It's one of those days that Spencer breaks the rule. Brendon is on a kneeling
pad, his left hand curled around Spencer's calf, his head pressed against
Spencer's thigh. There's plausible deniability, but not much. Spencer pets
Brendon's hair while Gerard is talking about whatever Gerard talks about.
Brendon snuggles closer. His hand slides up to Spencer's knee. Spencer looks
down in warning, but Brendon looks at him innocently. "Watch it," murmurs
Spencer, and Brendon puts his head down, but leaves his hand where it is.
Spencer allows it. For now.
Brendon doesn't say a word, but it's not like Spencer can't feel the hand on
his thigh after a few minutes. "No," hisses Spencer. He wishes he meant it.
Against the rules, he has to remember that, against the rules, and he's not one
of those assholes who think the rules don't apply just because he's a dom.
"What's going on down there?" asks Gabe, pushing back his chair to look. "Oh
dude, watch it. You're gonna get Brendon in big trouble."
"Me?" Spencer wants to tell Gabe just how not fair that is, that Spencer's
hardon is entirely Brendon's fault, but somehow he's having a hard time talking
right now, with Brendon's hand up to his crotch, and is he massaging? Oh yes,
yes he is. It's intolerable. Spencer grabs Brendon's hand and stands up,
pulling Brendon with him. "We're going," Spencer announces, pulling his t-shirt
down to hide behind. "See you guys later." He pulls Brendon along after him.
Brendon waves, unable to hide a smile.
They run into Jimmy along the way. Spencer's wallet only has a couple bucks in
it, so he pulls out his phone and shoves it into Jimmy's hand. "I'm good for
it," he says. "I'll get you the money tomorrow; you can keep this until then,
okay?" Jimmy looks at him, seems to understand his desperation. He puts the
phone in his pocket and nods. "I'll unlock the door."
Spencer drags Brendon down the stairs and pushes him up against the wall.
Brendon's eyes are wide and delighted. Spencer shakes his head. "Brendon. Are
you trying to get me in trouble?"
"No, sir," says Brendon demurely. "But we aren't in trouble. We're in the
basement."
"We aren't in trouble. You are." Spencer presses up against Brendon, pins his
wrist to the wall. "You don't think I'm going to let this slide, do you?"
I hope not says Brendon's expression. He says nothing.
Spencer unbuckles his belt with one hand, then Brendon's. He grabs hold of
Brendon's dick and squeezes. Brendon's eyes open wider; he bites his lip and
whimpers.
"Oh, no," says Spencer. "I don't want to hear a sound outta you. You wanted to
play at school, fine, we'll play, but you call no attention to us, get it?"
Brendon nods. Spencer squeezes again, and this time Brendon shuts his eyes and
holds his breath until Spencer lets go. Spence slides his hand into Brendon's
underwear and rubs his thumb across the head of Brendon's cock. "God," groans
Brendon, and that's all the excuse Spencer needs. He takes his hand away from
Brendon's wrist and slaps him across the cheek. Not too hard, not hard enough
to leave a handprint, but enough so Brendon gasps and stills.
"I thought I told you," says Spencer. "If you can't keep quiet, I'm going to
have to keep you quiet." He thumbs Brendon's cock again, and when Brendon moans
helplessly, Spencer covers his mouth. And pinches his nose shut.
Brendon jerks against his hand. Spencer holds it there for a second, then lets
go. "If you need to stop," he whispers, "pound the wall. Understood?" Brendon
nods and slams his fist against the wall to show it. His eyes are unfocused,
and he's breathing hard. Spencer takes advantage of the next indrawn breath to
cover Brendon's mouth again, and takes a firmer grip on his cock. He pinches
Brendon's nose again, and Brendon's eyes close in ecstasy. His body convulses
each time Spencer jerks his cock. It's amazing how this one thing can bring
Brendon so close to the edge. Spencer lets him breathe again, and Brendon
brings in air in great gulping gasps.
It's not fair to give Brendon all the fun. Spencer tugs down his own pants and
pushes at Brendon's, until both their dicks are free. Spencer rubs his up
against Brendon's, and at Brendon's strangled cry, covers up his nose and
kisses him. Brendon sucks at Spencer's mouth, his body searching for air
anywhere. Spencer kisses Brendon hard and bites his tongue. Brendon would cry
out, but there's no way for him to make a sound. Spencer thrusts against
Brendon, counts to thirty, lets him breathe, cuts it off again. Brendon's hands
are on Spencer's shoulders, fisted tight and struggling not to push him away.
It's the authority that gets to Spencer; it's the goddamn ownership, the way he
can just do this and Brendon will let him. Has to, needs to let him. "If you
can hold your breath," whispers Spencer in Brendon's ear, "for the next minute,
I'll let you come. I'm going to jerk off on you, and you're going to hold your
breath until I'm done, and then you can come. Unless you start breathing again.
I'll punish you if that happens."
Brendon would howl if he could, Spencer knows, but he nods instead, eyes shiny
with anticipation. He takes in a deep breath and holds it. Spencer spits into
his hand and takes hold of his dick. Brendon stands there, pressed against the
wall, face red with the effort of obeying Spencer's order, while Spencer counts
the seconds in his head and jerks his cock, faster and faster until he comes at
the fifty-second mark. He spurts onto Brendon's stomach, lines dripping across
his t-shirt, and oh shit, that's going to have to be washed in the sink before
Brendon comes back to class. Maybe they can find a clean gym shirt or
something.
"Breathe," Spencer commands, and Brendon does, gasping and coughing like he was
held underwater. "Good boy," says Spencer. It's amazing what an orgasm will do
for his mood. "You want to come now, don't you? Nod your head if you do."
Brendon's nod is heartfelt. Spencer smiles. "Do it." He places Brendon's hand
on his cock, still hard and leaking. Brendon starts to jerk off instantly.
Spencer covers his mouth, lets Brendon breathe in one last time, and seals off
his airway.
He thought it would take another minute. It takes maybe twenty seconds before
Brendon comes in his own hand, shuddering under the strain. Spencer keeps his
hand over Brendon's nose and mouth until Brendon's hand falls limply to his
side. Spencer lets him go then, steps back and catches Brendon when he starts
to slide to the floor. "Oh," whispers Brendon. "Fuck. Thank you. Thank you,
sir."
Spencer tries to check the time, then remembers his phone is in Jimmy's pants.
Lunch is long over; they've probably already missed another class on top of it.
But there's no skimping on this part. They both need it. "You did great," says
Spencer, easing Brendon to the floor and crouching down beside him. "You were
unbelievably hot. I'm really happy with you."
"You are?" Brendon glows. "I was? Awesome. I’m happy with you too."
Spencer stares at Brendon for a second, then smiles and shakes his head. “You
are ridiculous. C’mere.” He pulls Brendon into his lap and pets his head. He’ll
have to tell him later that this isn’t okay, that gaming Spencer at school
better not happen again, but not now. Right now, snuggling Brendon is first
priority.
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