boweryd: Pull Your Tangles Out, Spencer/Brendon, NC-17
If this is like a thing you two do.
8,800 words. WOW. Spencer exercises his control over Brendon. Seriously, wow. Excruciatingly hot, despite the crap title. Unlocked a kink I didn't know I had.
In retrospect maybe it was a little weird, but in all fairness, Spencer really, really didn't notice anything until Jon pointed it out. It was just something he’d always done; hell, it was useful most of the time, being able to rein Brendon in with just a look, or a certain tone of voice, or if all else failed a, “Shut the fuck up, seriously.”
Possibly my favourite ever.
If this is like a thing you two do
f this is like a thing you two do.
really nicely done spencer/brendon d/s, feat. orgasm denial!
Jon says into the silence. “If this is like a 'thing' you two do, that’s fine, but just. Sometimes, it’s a little weird. That’s all.”The Tower
R. "What exactly are you afraid I'm going to do to Gaius in the middle of your magical tower? Choke him with my bare hands?" Dark!Merlin is very addictive. I must find me some more.
Outside the city walls, the tower stood black against the sky.
Previously Recced [Tangled Yarn]
"What do you want?" Merlin said, snarled, rising up from his chair by Gaius's bedside. His eyes were shining golden, ferocious and bright in the little quiet room at the top of the tower; outside, through the one broad window, Arthur could see coal-smoke clouds blotting out the sun, boiling over, and lightning cracking in the mirk.
Merlin's built a tower outside of Camelot, and Arthur needs to bring him back.boweryd: Live Our Misbehavior, Spencer/Brendon, NC-17
The thing is, and Spencer will fucking swear to this should anyone ever ask, the first time it happened it was a total accident. It wasn’t his fault for coming any more than it was Brendon’s fault for having that fucking mouth, but the fact remained that one day, about two weeks ago, Brendon had been a fucking tease and Spencer had maybe, accidentally, come all over his face. Things had gotten a little weird after that. He just couldn’t stop thinking about it. Like a compulsion or something. Hello, Brendon, how are you today? I’d like to come on your face. Hey, Brendon, can you pass the ketchup? Can I come on your face? Brendon, you can’t pull off facial hair, you need to shave. And when you’re done, I’m going to come on your face. It was getting a little distracting.
“Do you think I’m a slut,” Brendon says, “Because you’ve been acting kind of really weird since you came on my face.”
Brendon’s eyes are huge and glassy, all pupil, his mouth bitten red, and he’s panting a little, hot and open, the muscles in his neck and shoulders strained from where he’s reaching down to wrap around Spencer. “Brendon. . .” “Ask for it.” Brendon’s never, ever been this way, never asked anything of Spencer, never been this wild-eyed and rough, and Spencer has to close eyes against it for a second, take a breath. “Let me,” he says, stuttered and slurred at the same time. “Please, let me do it, let me come on your face.” The last part comes out kind of embarrassingly high and he keeps his eyes squeezed shut, but then Brendon’s hands are on his hips, tugging up and over, getting Spencer on his knees above Brendon’s chest. The bunk is way, way too low for this and he has to bend over almost in half, but he ignores the twinge in his back as soon as Brendon’s lips wrap around his cock and shit.
“Do you think I’m a slut,” Brendon says, “Because you’ve been acting kind of really weird since you came on my face.” -- FACIALS AHOY! ...heh.zarah5v2: Fic: Still Motion
In which, Ryan discovers that Spencer can hold him down now; so very naturally them, with an emphasis on the aspects of "dynamic" between them that I am most fond of. Well-chosen glimpses and a fabulous friend/relationship.
Spencer is strong enough now to hold both of Ryan’s wrists down with just one hand.
"Spencer is strong enough now to hold both of Ryan’s wrists down with just one hand." 5,000 words
Ryan’s attention is drawn back to Spencer – not that it ever really went away, given how Spencer’s weight is pressing him down, or with the tight grip Spencer’s fingers have around Ryan’s wrists, fuck—Ryan’s attention is drawn back to Spencer when Spencer leans down, head tilted. There are hardly more than two inches between their mouths. “You lost,” Spencer says. “You suck,” Ryan replies. Spencer laughs and rolls off him. It takes a few seconds before Ryan’s chest feels normal again.
They didn’t draw the blinds last night, so the morning sun is filtering into the room, throwing an odd pattern on the carpet. Spencer is still asleep, plastered to Ryan’s back, one leg between both of Ryan’s. It’s hot, and somewhat itchy, and the bed is too small for two people. Ryan shifts back against Spencer’s chest, closes his eyes and decides to go back to sleep.
>> Spencer is strong enough now to hold both of Ryan’s wrists down with just one hand. << Ryan/Spencer NC-17, warning for mild D/s themes
He’s watching Ryan’s face intently, eyes focused as he applies a hint of pressure, not much, just enough for Ryan to know Spencer is there, to remind him he’s trapped with both hands pinned against the carpet and Spencer’s forearm keeping him in place.
Spencer is strong enough now to hold both of Ryan’s wrists down with just one hand. It’s a realization Ryan thinks he could have lived without, and happily, at that. Unfortunately, it’s also a realization that’s rather difficult to push aside with Spencer hovering above him, a triumphant gleam in his eyes as he keeps Ryan trapped against the floor. “My choice.” “Fuck you,” Ryan says uselessly. “Dude, not right here. Think of Brendon’s innocent baby ears.” Jon’s tone is mild. He sets the remote control aside to reach for a handful of chips while Brendon gives him a lazy finger. “’m older than Spencer, so shut up, Jon Walker.” “Make me,” Jon says.disarm_d: Moments Like These | Brendon/Shane | NC-17 | ~ 4800 words | PWP
They have a hotel night with nothing to do the next morning.
Omg so hot. Shane helps Brendon unwind. Mild d/s stuff. "Shane stretches out on the bed beside Brendon. He's still wearing his pants, so he lifts his hips and pulls them off, tugging his boxers down as well, then wiggles up close beside Brendon. Brendon's sweating and Shane watches him try to force himself to relax. "Do you think you'll still be open for me by tomorrow morning?" Shane asks, his voice rough. He's probably just about as hard as Brendon is right now. Brendon shivers, reaching for Shane with both hands and pulling gently. He tilts his head up and waits for Shane to kiss him, then sucks eagerly on Shane's tongue. Shane bites hard into Brendon's lower lip, just to hear the low noise Brendon makes, then pulls away. "Go to sleep and I'll fuck you in the morning." Shane looks Brendon in the eye and asks, "'Kay?" Brendon nods quickly. Shane says, "Tell me." "I'll wait 'til morning," Brendon says. "You'll fuck me in the morning.""
Standalone. They have a hotel night with nothing to do the next morning.
SUMMARY: They have a hotel night with nothing to do the next morning.
Brendon says, "It's a hotel night," in a low voice, then grins at Shane, all crinkly eyes and pink cheeks. Shane smiles back, gently knocks his elbow against Brendon's, then starts zipping up his camera case. "You saving your shower for the hotel?" Shane asks. Brendon's got a towel slung around his neck, but he's still in his stage clothes.
4800 words | They have a hotel night with nothing to do the next morning.