Written 8/24/09, 219 words.
This just randomly happened one night when I couldn't sleep. And since I hate writing porn and this is a PWP, I never went back to it. I still think the first bit is funny, though.
Hotel nights mean a real bed. And a real bed means as much sex as they want with no one to overhear and no uncomfortable cot to squeeze into.
Brendon and Spencer sometimes leave afterparties early on hotel nights.
“Hey, Spencer, can we fast-forward to go down on me?”
Spencer groans. “I thought you wanted to get laid tonight.”
“Oh, come on, you wouldn’t not have sex with me just because of that.”
Spencer says, “Try me,” and Brendon shuts up. “That’s what I thought.”
“No, but seriously, can we get rid of all these clothes? How many layers are you wearing, god.”
“You said I looked hot.”
“You do, but you’d look hotter naked.” Brendon waggles his eyebrows suggestively.
“That wasn’t even innuendo, Brendon.” Spencer rolls his eyes, but pulls his shirt over his head right after.
“Better,” Brendon says seriously, stepping right into Spencer’s personal space and kissing him for a long minute.
“Can I come on your face?”
Spencer pulls off with a pop. His expression says, Are you *serious*?, but all he says is, “No, but if you warn me, I’ll swallow.”
Brendon shuts up and nods once. Spencer sucks the head of Brendon’s cock back into his mouth, making Brendon let out a little squeaky noise he’ll probably make fun of himself for later.