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Post by brenden james martin avery on Mar 28, 2010 15:23:13 GMT
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WE USED TO KISS ALL NIGHT NOW IT'S JUST A BAR FIGHTToday was a lazy day practically; Spencer had been lounging on his bed for few hours, thinking about really nothing. It was to the point where he was day dreaming, asleep but still alert. His laptop was on, playing the various songs on his iTunes, and one of the songs ended which made the lazy adult turn his head. He stared at his screen for a moment, watching it change songs, but he wasn't able to make out what it said. Before he could turn his head back into his pillow, the small little speakers wedged into that flat machine began to sing Doom, da da di da di doom... before it burst into a techno beat. Instantly after that, he than heard Michael Pennimans voice ring through his room. His spirits wanted to jump out of his skin, but he still just laid there, humming the tune. "Mama, mama papa. Shock shock... hmm hmm me." His foot began to shake to the fast beats as he slowly got up.
"Everybody's gonna love today, gonna love today, gonna love today!" he sang out into his apartment, followed by a few random moves here and there. He would thrust his pelvic bone, humping mid air, and move his arms a legs like he didn't know what the hell he was doing. It was a day of reckoning, he thought, as he expressed his feelings as the song played on. The high pitched singing almost hurting his ears, he ran over to his laptop, but instead of lowering the volume, he did the opposite and restarted it. So here you see Spencer, bursting out of his bathroom with only underwear on, which had been his pajamas of last night, holding a hairbrush as a mic, lip syncing along with this song.
He dancing a bit in front of the mirror, than he moved to his bed and started jumping on it. It was a miracle he didn't have someone who lived below him, or else he would be in deep shit. Not like it mattered, his upstair-neighbors never got problems when others reported in there loudness. London was a bit touchy in this part, but he didn't really mind. It wasn't like he had to get up in the morning to go to work; Even if that should be the case.
Throwing his mic/ hairbrush on the floor, he played an air keyboard while standing on his bed, moving his little tush and his black boxer briefs. Living alone wasn't healthy, especially for someone like Spencer, and anyone else would have known better than to run around an apartment in the middle of the day in his undies, because fate have it something happened that wasn't expected and sadly overlooked. His unlocked front door burst open, and all you could see was a twenty three year old, standing on his bed with nothing on but his underwear and a red face.
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TAGGED brendy ~
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LYRICS love drunk - boys like girls
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Post by brenden james martin avery on Mar 28, 2010 15:24:43 GMT
I THOUGHT YOU WANTED ME
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[/font][/size] Brenden walked at a brisk pace, doing his best to get to his brother's apartment before the frost-bitten chill got to him. The nineteen year old had bundled himself up in a nice, cozy jacket, his hands tucked away in the sleeves because he hadn't found any gloves to use. As he walked, the boy would occasionally shiver as the cold weather tried to force its way under his jacket. He would pass people by and often offer a smile, but nothing more. Brenden wouldn't have heard them even if they said hello. Headphones were crammed into his ears, blasting out Beside You by Marianas Trench.
Humming to himself he worked his way to the apartment complex, his hand escaping the confines of his sleeve for only a minute to grasp the cold brass handle on the door. Yanking it open, the male quickly slipped inside, making sure the blasted thing shut behind him.
A sigh of relief pressed past his lips as his fingers worked down the jacket zipper. Warmth flooded his body as he padded down the hallway in search of his brother's apartment. Slung over his shoulder was a backpack carrying some clothes and papers. Jesus, so much effort went into looking after his big brother, but Brenden didn't really mind. He loved Spence a lot, and it was the least he could do. Especially when he spent his childhood running and crying to his older sibling.
Chocolate brown eyes focused on the apartment number gleaming against the dark, wooden door. Going into his pocket, the boy reached for his ipod and pulled out the device, his fingers scroling along and shutting the it off. After pulling the earphones away, he stuffed it into his backpack, only to be greeted by the high pitched voice of Mika. Good god, what was Spencer up to today? Shaking his head, he twisted the door knob, pleased that it had been unlocked.
Nudging his way inside, Brenden had opened his mouth in readiness to announce that he was there, but stopped dead in his tracks when he spotted his brother. A blush to rival Spencer's covered the boy's cheeks as he stared at the older male. He was more ashamed that he was checking out his brother then the fact that he had burst in on him. "J-jesus! Put some clothes on Spence," the boy complained as he shut the door behind him.
Averting his gaze, the nineteen year old focused on trying to put his jacket away. "I come here to help you out and you're just dancing on your bed naked!" Hah, he wasn't impressed with this situation, but it could have been worse. So Brend was thankful for everything. At least he was still wearing his underwear. it wasn't as if he hasn't seen Spence naked before... but still. "Anyways, c'mon.. I got some job stuff.. I guess?"
Biting down on his lip, the boy made his way past Spencer to go set up all his stuff on the table.
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Post by brenden james martin avery on Mar 28, 2010 15:26:05 GMT
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WE USED TO KISS ALL NIGHT NOW IT'S JUST A BAR FIGHT "Mmhmm..." he muttered as he instantly ran into his closet and grabbed a simple teal v-neck and a pair of ripped blue jeans. The shirt was a clean but was found on the floor, so it wasn't really appealing. It's not liked it mattered, but instead he grabbed his purple v that was hanging gracefully in his walk-in closet. The apartment wasn't as small as you supposed. It was just the way Spencer had it set up.
It was his own fault he was found half naked by Brenden, because his "bedroom" was actually the living room, in plain site of the front door. It had to do something with not being able to figure out how to get his bed frame into the bedroom, or maybe they were too lazy to move it all the way, so he slept here as things such as storage and hobbies were in the actual bedroom. He looked around a bit before returning to where Brenden was to take a breather and calm down. Of course, they were brothers, but maybe that was a bit more personal than it has ever been. Spencer was a grown man, and yet he acted so much like a child; Younger than Brenden, even. Scratching on the back of his head, he sighed. How did that boy ever look up to me? He kicked the television stand in compliance, but just wriggled away the embarrassment as he walked into the room with his little brother.
He took a chair toward the desk that was holding his laptop and shut it to place it into a nice little bag that he loved to kick under the desk from time to time. "Hmmm, just stuff?" he said with a smile, running a hand through Brenden's hair and shaking it, ruining the beautiful neat style that was going on there. "So what did you have in mind for me?" Spencer gave a shy little look, but he knew he could be his usual self and talk like a maniac around Brendy if he wanted to, but today he was going to keep quite after his little exposure that just happened.
He was thinking a cashier, since it was simple and he didn't really need to know anything serious. But it was the place that had to be figured out, that was for certain. The mall was open with possibilities, of course, but he wanted to wait it out a bit. Brenden was a very smart guy, and he seemed to know what he was doing. Spencer scooted his chair closer to his brother, trying see what he was doing, to the point that he could feel each others' body heat mingling.
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TAGGED brendy ~
MUSE i thought it was pretty good today
MUSIC lollipop by mika
LYRICS love drunk - boys like girls
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Post by brenden james martin avery on Mar 28, 2010 15:26:55 GMT
I THOUGHT YOU WANTED ME
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[/font][/size] Skirting past the bed, Brenden made his way over the small wooden desk before sitting down. The nineteen year old fumbled around with his backpack as he tried to produce papers from within its depths. It was pretty damn difficult for him to concentrate though. Instead the boy was more focused on what he had just seen. He had found himself disgusted and amused at the same time because who in the hell would look at their own brother in that way? Then again, Spency looked pretty damn cute just standing on his bed in his boxer briefs. His cheeks flushed with a pink tinge the longer he thought about it and he was embarrassed by the fact that he was trying to memorize every little detail of what he had witnessed only moments ago.
Brenden hadn’t realized that his brother had sat down beside him, barely registering in the fact that Spencer was moving his laptop. The raven haired boy yelped and jumped out of his seat when Spency had messed up his hair. “Y-yeah! Just stuff,” he squeaked, that familiar blush returning to his cheeks. Keeping his legs pressed tight against each other, the boy squirmed uncomfortably trying to calm down from his scare. Brenden shook his head, trying to fix his hair before trying to focus on everything that was before him. “Um, well here’s just a bunch of applications to different places. You could try applying at the mall, there’s a lot of job openings there.” He bit down on his lip, sucking on it slightly as he watched Spencer. Jeez, how come his brother was being so shy today? It hadn’t been that bad!
The nineteen year old was used to seeing a hyper older brother, but now that he was acting like this, well it was just damn weird! Getting a job at the mall wouldn’t be all that hard, it was just a matter of finding out what kind of job a person wanted and then where they could work. For Spencer he’d probably need some sort of easy job, maybe stocking shelves of being a cashier. That was the easy part, then he’d probably need something that would keep his interest. What about a music store? That could be a pretty cool place!
”Hey! What about a music store? Or a gaming store?” That could work, it could really well actually. He felt really warm as Spencer scooted closer to him, turning his head the boy leaned closer to his brother. ”Its easy, just stock shelves and sell things to people.” Brenden gave him a bright smile, comforted by being close to his brother.
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Post by brenden james martin avery on Mar 28, 2010 15:28:26 GMT
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WE USED TO KISS ALL NIGHT NOW IT'S JUST A BAR FIGHT Spencer swallowed hard and thought for a moment, trying to clear his mind about what had happened. Obviously it was something a bit creepy, but at the same time he knew it shouldn't be. Hell, they were brothers, and close ones to be exact. What was so wrong that happened back there? Yeah maybe the fact that Spence was jumping on the bed like a little kid, but the naked thing wasn't that big of a deal, was it? The boy just shoot his head mentally and tried to get his mind off of it. Nothing happened, it was just embarassing.
"I didn't mean to startle you, little buddy." he replied with a bit of confusion, giving his sweet brother a childish smirk. The past event almost washed away as he looked at Brenden's shocked face. Simple, how siblings could be there so much and you never got tired of every small detail. "That's what I was thinking," he said with a tint of pride. The mall was a perfect place to start bringing in cash, it could be more of an adventure than a job. "That way you can visit me." His eyes lit up, thinking about how he could see his brother more and become responsible at the same time. Killing two birds with one stone was the best way to do it, as Spencer would always say.
Looking down at the applications, they were many different places. So many he could choose from, and it was a bit overwhelming. Hell, he had to be cautious. Each different place had it's own variables. The co-workers, locations, even the dress-code were very crucial to what place he worked at. Maybe he could even find a nice girlfriend or two. "A music store? Isn't that place down at the mall pretty good?" Spencer couldn't put his finger on the name, but he knew the place. It was downstairs and was a nice enviroment; Best place to buy his favorite albums for sure. If he could work there, you never know the possibilties. He gave a real big smile and took his brother in for a hug.
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TAGGED brendy ~
MUSE baaaad
MUSIC lollipop by mika
LYRICS love drunk - boys like girls
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Post by brenden james martin avery on Mar 28, 2010 15:28:52 GMT
I THOUGHT YOU WANTED ME
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[/font][/size] ”No, no! It’s okay, I just kinda let myself get distracted,” he replied, giving his brother a shaky little laugh. Shock and embarrassment drained away from his face as the nineteen year old struggled to regain his composure. He had gone on describing his ideas to his older brother and felt happy that Spencer had agreed with hm. For Brenden, it meant that he had thought about it with his older brother in mind. An innocent smile was spread across his lips as he went on to speak, “I already visit you ya dork,” he laughed happily before going on, “but I’ll visit! I demand a family discount though.” Hey, it only seemed fair to the boy especially if he would be spending his money at the store more often.
Rifling through the different applications, Brenden looked for that one music store the two boys were familiar with. It was a good store and the nineteen year old shopped there frequently sometimes tagging along with his older brother. Finding the right application he pulled it from the stack and waved it in front of his brother’s face. “You mean this one, Spency?” Brenden tilted his head and gazed at his brother giving him a cute little look, proud with himself for being able to remember such an important store. Holy crap, if Spencer got a job there Brenden would visit him every day!
Gah, what was this? Spencer was smiling and he was getting closer again. Biting down on his lip, the nineteen year old had to fight back a squeal as he was pulled into a hug by his older brother. “No! Spencer cooties!” Giggles erupted from the teenager as he wiggled his way out of his sibling’s grasp. Damnit he was blushing all over again! Then again, it was his own fault for letting out such a silly noise in front of his brother. The raven haired kid couldn’t help it though, it was one of his few normal, childish reactions. “Haha, k-kidding! Love ya, Spence!”” Giving his brother a silly grin he moved forward and hugged him back. “I shouldn’t be screaming like that, Spencer cooties would be pretty awesome.”
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Post by brenden james martin avery on Mar 28, 2010 15:29:26 GMT
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"Yeah but you'll be able to visit without having to pull the and old fit about seeing me in my messy apartment," his gaze was soft and full of his joking happiness. Brenden didn't come over much, most of the time they talked online, but when the little boy did show up it was a pure joyful time for Spencer. It's nothing new, for the boy admits to it every time he gets a chance, but his little brother is his world. Spence doesn't exactly have a love life, nor does he really want one at the moment, and he's a bit slow on the friend-making process. Some could say that the poor young man only had his little brother to count on every once in a while, which as sad as it could seem, he is completely fine with it. Spencer looked at his quest and wondered why others couldn't just admire small, tiny things. No, they needed money and fame; the things that can be taken away faster than it was given. People could work hard all of their lives for something so fake and fragile, but Brenden was a living thing; He was something that you could hug. "Family discount is do-able."
The young boy nodded at his brother's sentence, looking at the application. Really nice store, actually, and Spencer could just feel the excitement of working there. It'd be a chance to find out new artists without having to work to hard, or listen to the overplayed disasters on the radio. Spencer Tear is a proud indie and will stay that way; Even though Mika is starting to edge his way up to the mainstream, only slightly. "Do I ha-aaaaa-ve to fill it out, right now?" he whined, grabbing hold of the paper that would change his life for the better. His eyes averted to the wall as he stole a thumbtack from it and placed the paper upon the bare structure. "I won't forget to do it if it's up there," he explained himself, smiling a bit. His memory was probably worse than his responsibility skills, so he had little tricks that only heightened the chances of remembrance a little bit, but never to a healthy percentage.
"I know you can't trust me, but I'll get to it." He jabbed Brenden, with only the force to knock over something off a table, in the rib with his elbow. "Spencer cooties? They get a name now?" he said with a cocked eyebrow, almost wanting to tug at the silly boy's ear. He has adorable ears... he thought with a smirk to himself, but tried to push out the thought of his brother running around with sparkles. He's just, angelic I guess? Giving Brenden another jab in the rib, he got up and ran for his bed, afraid of the wrath that was now going to explode in his face. He took an arm and wrapped himself in the comforter as quickly as he could, blocking out the light completely. He gave it a few moments, but Spencer suddenly poked out his head to look over at Brenden, almost wanting to watch his fast and painful death. He just blinked at the boy, with a blank face; Eyes wide and hyper. He stuck out a tongue and stuffed himself back into the covers. It's the best way to get out of doing that application... ugh.
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TAGGED brendy ~
MUSE i think i did well
MUSIC silence!
LYRICS love drunk - boys like girls
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Post by brenden james martin avery on Mar 28, 2010 15:32:36 GMT
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[/font][/size] Hah, he should have realized that Spencer would have tried to worm his way out of it. Jeepers it was only an application and yet his older brother was already trying to put it off. Rolling his eyes, the kid could only laugh at his older brother and watch as he pinned the piece of paper to the wall. “You’d better do it! I’ll beat you if ya don’t get a job!” Okay so that was a little over the top, it wasn’t like the kid could actually hurt his brother. One, he would never want to inflict pain onto his older brother and two, he was sure Spencer could fight off his small frame easily. “I’ll be checking to see that you get the application done, Spencer!” A yelp of surprise escaping the younger boy as he was jabbed in the side. Jesus, why did Spencer do that? It almost always caused the poor kid to jump in his seat.
The raven haired boy gave his sibling a blank stare, “They’ve always been called Spencer Cooties! I mean, they’re different from the regular cooties.” Brenden bit his lip for a minute as he tried to come up with a better explanation for the name he had given to Spencer’s affections. “They’re all Spencerish… and cute!” Haha, yeah. Something like that, at least that was the only good explanation that Brenden could come up with. He gave his brother a playful grin, only squeaking once more as his brother got him in the side. “I’m going to kill you if you keep doing that!” He whined, his arms flailing in the air slightly as Spencer took off for his bed. Crap! The older boy was running away from him now, specks of purple disappeared as Spencer had hid himself under the blankets on his bed.
Wait a second, what was that? Was Spencer sticking his tongue out at him? Oh no, that was it! He was gonna get his brother now! Giggling the nineteen year old got out of his chair and launched himself at the bed and the pile that he had come to know as Spencer! “You’re dead Spency!
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Post by brenden james martin avery on Mar 28, 2010 15:33:40 GMT
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WE USED TO KISS ALL NIGHT NOW IT'S JUST A BAR FIGHT "Beat me?" he asked, gulping. His eyes wee widened, but he knew that his brother wouldn't really do that; A few punches and a slap, maybe, but nothing too violent. It was something between them that others couldn't understand. No matter how many times they told them they should mature, they just keep acting like a seven and eleven year old's. It wasn't a crime to act like a kid, but if it was; Spence and Brenden would be wanted criminals. "It will be! I promise!" His plead was quiet, but his defensive system was up and ready; Arms covering his head and chest, ready for a smack.
Brenden's big brother shrugged and allowed a small glimmer of brush run along his cheek bones, admired that at least his own brother believed he had some potential with the ladies. Hell, in school of course Spencer had girls, it wasn't anything special. But even then he was a bit stupid, always saying the wrong things. Now he doubts he even has the chance to get a girl, but now with this job thing, just maybe. That'd be amazing, he pointed out. "I guess I am kind of cute..." he said, giving a short, quiet chuckle at the end, leaving his sentence at that.
Spencer yelped as his brother made a loud noise, signaling that his days were numbered. He tried hard to cover himself in the plain white comforter, but he could feel his brother's body on top of him. He struggled, but maybe that wasn't a good idea. Spencer could see himself panting uncontrollably, but not because he was tired. What's happening? His mind was blank as he fought, just trying to concentrate on his increase of heart beats. Spencer couldn't even hear his brother teasing him. Then suddenly it all stopped, but the thirty three year old knew that he was getting a bit uncomfortable the way the blanket trapped him, so he forcefully escaped, pushing both of them off the edge of the bed, landing on each other. Before long, Spencer noticed that he was on top of Brenden, his left leg between his younger brother's legs, and he was staring straight at him. Instantly he blushed, but didn't dare to move. All he could do was pant... and hope to dear god that he wasn't hard, which he wasn't; Getting close, though. What the hell? He's my brother! he screamed silently.
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TAGGED brendy ~
MUSE baaad but whatever
MUSIC boys like girls
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Post by brenden james martin avery on Mar 28, 2010 15:34:18 GMT
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[/font][/size] This wasn't so bad for the small teenager. He had only struggled with Spencer and that white comforter for a few minutes. Sitting there on the pile of blankets, Brenden found himself out of breath and feeling rather hot. How come it took so much effort just to try and wrestle Spencer out from under those blankets? He hadn't even done a good job because the twenty three year old was still hidden and the raven haired boy had only tired himself out.
Brenden sat there on his brother's chest doing his best to calm his labored breathing. Everything around him was quiet, the only thing he could hear was his breathing which made him wonder what Spencer was up to. The boy could barely hear his brother, but he could tell that the older boy was panting too. Sweet, he had tired Spencer out as well! Distracted with this thoughts, a sharp squeal escaped from the boy when his brother had forced the both of them over the edge of his bed. "N-no Spencer! he cried out, their bodies making a loud thud as they hit the floor.
Squirming, the younger male looked up at his brother, a shy grin spread across his lips as he caught sight of Spencer's red face. Still panting, he continued to watch his brother, squirming slightly as he knee dragged across the twenty three year old's crotch. Blushing slightly the raven haired boy gave a quiet chuckle, "Sorry, Spency." He had thought he felt a lump in his brother's pants, but holy that couldn't be that could it?
He kept a playful sort of air around him as he looked up at his big brother. "Didn't expect you to knock me off the bed ya cheater!" Brenden definitely had not been expecting Spencer to push back with such force, it wasn't fair! Especially because Spencer was so much bigger than him. Biting down on his lip, the nineteen year old blushed a bit more, his older brother was probably a lot bigger than him down there too.
Jeez, there had to be something wrong with this picture, getting hard thinking about what his brother looked like. The boy struggled a bit more to move away from Spencer a little, "S-sorry, feel a little uncomfortable. Y'know getting tight in the jeans and whatnot.
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Post by brenden james martin avery on Mar 28, 2010 15:34:52 GMT
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WE USED TO KISS ALL NIGHT NOW IT'S JUST A BAR FIGHT "Well, I uhhh..." he slightly muttered, trying real hard to listen to his brother. Everything seemed to fuzz out a bit, honestly, and Spencer attempted to remove himself from the situation. Failure was understandable, especially with what was happening to the poor boy. His breathing was hard, and very fast, his cheeks slowly increasing in their red pigment with increasing thoughts. What's happening...? he thought, holding in a small whine of frustration.
Trying to get off of his brother, he seemed to have noticed something a bit more interesting than what he expected. Is he...!? Spencer's eyes looked down toward the boy, eyes widened. Instantly, his hazel eyes filled with a dabs of lust, almost unidentified by the wearer himself. Without really understanding his own intentions, he took an arm and lifted his brother, so that they were angled in midair above the floor; Their noses only an inch apart. All of his actions were hesitant, but finally Spencer got the nerve to take his left hand and go under his brother's shirt, caressing the soft skin of the nineteen yearold's side. I wonder if Kyle touches him like this... he thought with more curiosity that jealousy. His mind was going in spirals, but at the same time he felt as if he needed this more than anything at that moment.
Leaning in, he placed his cheek onto the left shoulder of Brenden, taking in the soft warmth as it crawled into him, giving jolts of pleasure. "Brenden..." he moaned as he shifted his hips, rubbing their parts together in sexual rage. He let out a left in pant of pleasure, his breathe dark and heavy. He began to kiss the lining of his brother's shoulder, following up to the tip of his neck. Each kiss was slow, passionate, but wary. What the hell am I doing? he begged himself to stop, but instead he just shifted his hips again, letting out another moan through gritted teeth. Spencer felt as if his heart was going to jump out of his chest, so he slowed down his breathing. He took his lips from the lovely neck that he'd just been kissing, to look at the face of the confused boy. Spencer's lip quivered at the sight of the other's own lips, inching closer, wanting so bad to taste him. "Please...." he begged, in one of the most sexual voices he has ever heard, almost making himself question whether this was real or not.
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NOTES a lot of god modding, but it's hard to RP sexual shiz. pfft.
TAGGED brendy ~
MUSE good?
MUSIC IYAZ
LYRICS love drunk - boys like girls
CREDIT me or kourtni @ caution.
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Post by brenden james martin avery on Mar 28, 2010 15:38:45 GMT
I THOUGHT YOU WANTED ME
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BECAUSE I WANT YOU ALL TO MYSELF,
[/font][/size] Innocent brown eyes drank in the lustful look that covered his older brother's face. The nineteen year old had barely recognized the expression on Spencer's childish face. Then again, that only made sense because the boy was only used to seeing such things when he was with Kyle. Heavy, dark breaths escaped the boy’s parted lips causing them to dry with each and every breath. Letting his small pink tongue slip out, he licked at the dry flesh, rewetting it to its shiny pink state.
Shifting slightly, Brenden placed an arm behind him to help prop himself up as Spencer had gently lifted him into the air. “S-spencer, what’re you doing? the boy asked curiously, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as the older boy’s hand crawled up his side. Everywhere the elder sibling had touched caused the smaller teen’s skin to tingle which brought out a blush from Brenden. There had to have been something wrong with this. Spencer’s awkward and clumsy touches actually felt good to the nineteen year old. God, what the hell was he playing at? This… this was going to get them into huge trouble. Even though Brenden didn’t understand what was going on at that exact moment, though he had a slight idea of where it was headed.
The nineteen year old held in a frustrated whine. He knew they shouldn’t be doing this, but he couldn’t do much with his older brother still on top of him. Tch, why was Spencer so warm? His thoughts were distracted as a pleasured moan forced its way past his lips. “Don’t…” his voice trailed off, fingers clutching at the front of Spencer’s tee shirt. Brenden’s body was betraying him, begging for more fiction as he ground his parts against the twenty three year old. His head tilted slightly, giving access to Spencer’s lips, hot kisses pressing up his neck. This can’t be happning, he whined to himself, the thought replaying over and over again. He was thankful when the older boy had pulled away looking up at him, Brenden knew he would have trouble saying no. His fist that had latched onto Spencer’s shirt was gently trying to push the boy away from him.
Even if he said no, the chances of him actually getting out of this were slim to none. “Spence… y-you know we can’t.” The nineteen year old could hear the plea in his brother’s voice. And that face, how the heck was he supposed to argue with that? Biting down on his lip, he thought about it for a bit, his eyes looking away from Spencer shyly. “J-just… just this once, Spency, cause you’re my brother and I wanna make you happy.” His grip on the shirt loosened slightly as he turned back to look at the older boy letting a soft smile sit on his lips.
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Post by brenden james martin avery on Mar 28, 2010 15:39:20 GMT
I USED TO BE LOVE DRUNK BUT NOW I'M HUNGOVER I LOVE YOU FOREVER
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WE USED TO KISS ALL NIGHT NOW IT'S JUST A BAR FIGHT What am I... his mind shot back into reality for a moment, replaying the situation back into his head. There was a flustered boy in his arms, panting and almost scared. That boy, sitting on the floor with Spencer trapping him, was his only sibling. Brenden, help... he pleaded silently, wanted to say those words, but his mind was pulsing with a numb feeling, making him light headed. He felt high, almost as if he was on some substance he refused to try, his brain being clouded by his lust. He didn't know what do to, but what he wanted was Brenden all to himself. Imaged of Kyle popped into his head; The boyfriend who always questioned Spencer and his ways. He was Brenden's older brother, for crying out loud.
"I..." he didn't have the heart, or the ability, to tell the nineteen year old the answer to his question. How were you supposed to tell your brother that you wanted to have sex with him? Or something close, at least. He tried to swallow the knot in his throat, but instead he just continued trying to feed his need. All he could do now was hope that he would get over it eventually before anything happened, anything serious that is. Older brothers are supposed to take care of their siblings, and even beat them up (Spencer wouldn't harm Brenden at this age, though) and to teach them right and wrong. Be a bad influence, or something! Not a rapist!
To be honest, Spencer didn't hear his brother's small plea. Instead, he just kept breathing down on his neck, following his own little pattern of what seemed to be hesitant seduction, but Spencer wasn't sure what he was doing. He just did what felt good to him at the moment. A sexual pent escaped from him as his brother reacted with some more grinding, making Spencer want to whimper in pleasure. Giving his brother a bit of a hurt face, he reacted the only way he could to the boy's small information. Of course they shouldn't be doing this, and Spencer knew it, but he didn't know what else to do at that point. He just sort of looked at Brenden, wondering if this was real or not. Was he really on top of his brother? After he spoke again, he didn't care if it was real or not. He decided that he should have fun and release himself of these horrible thoughts before he died inside. He replied with a hasty nod.
Slowly letting down Brenden, he took the need in his own hands to remove his pants. So awkwardly, he reached down and slid of his pants with ease, only trouble was avoiding his hardened member. Of course he failed, since he forgot to unbutton the pants, but nevertheless he was able to get them off, with applied friction to his already sensitive penis. "Mmmph..." He gave out a small frustrated moan, almost wanted all this to end so he wouldn't have to feel so helplessly needy of what his brother promised him this one time. Looking at his now revealed boxers, he remembered that Brenden had already stumbled upon him without pants not too long ago, so it wasn't that big of a deal until you noticed the fact that there was a little elevation in the front, made by an erect little friend of his. Laying it down on one of his brother's legs, trying to forget the fact that it was there for the time being, he asked permission with his eyes from his brother if he could remove his pants, too.
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NOTES a lot of god modding, but it's hard to RP sexual shiz. pfft.
TAGGED brendy ~
MUSE good?
MUSIC IYAZ
LYRICS love drunk - boys like girls
CREDIT me or kourtni @ caution.
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Post by brenden james martin avery on Mar 28, 2010 15:40:23 GMT
I THOUGHT YOU WANTED ME
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BECAUSE I WANT YOU ALL TO MYSELF,
[/font][/size] Sure when Brenden was younger he had dirty little fantasies involving him and his brother, but back then he had been a hormonal teenage boy. Kyle had been proof of that, the two boys going at it like rabbits whenever and wherever they could. Compared to back then, Brenden and his blond lover had much more experience. At least now they could somewhat keep their hormones in check. It usually involved trying to think of other things, anything to keep their pubescent minds distracted. Unfortunately for the nineteen year old, his older brother was slowly and awkwardly trying to seduce him. Gentle kisses continued to trail along his neck, his parts grinding up against Spencer causing his small frame to be consumed with pleasure.
The fact that his older sibling, the boy he looked up to since childhood, was trying to get into his pants was embarrassing as well as a bit of a turn-on. In a million years Brenden would have never guessed that he and Spencer would try something as intimate as sex. Moving hesitantly, the teen let his fingers glide against his brother’s clothed chest. To the raven haired boy it felt like his heart was beating a mile a minute. He had already said yes so now there was no turning back, not after he had given Spencer permission to seek out the pleasure that both of their bodies so desperately craved. Kyle will understand… right? In all honesty, Brenden didn’t want to know the answer to that question. He would simply have to worry about it later; there was no use in trying to ruin a good moment.
Shifting once more, Brenden did his best to hide his grin as Spencer tried work his jeans off of his slender legs. God, didn’t his brother realize it would have been smart enough to unbutton his jeans? Oops, guess not. His cheeks continued with that familiar tint of red as he listened to his brother moan, jeans sliding off all the way. The nineteen year old squirmed a little, feeling a clothes hardon rubbing against his leg, warmth emanating from his sibling crotch. He squirmed slightly, trying to settle down so he wouldn’t accidentally knee his brother.
Those eyes of his, they were full of pleading! Spencer wanted Brenden’s clothes to come off as well and he wanted to start with those pesky pants of his. Thoughts whirled through his brain and the nineteen year old replied with a hasty nod. Starring up into Spencer’s eyes, the boy leaned up, fingers brushing against his brother’s lips curious as to what his sibling would taste like. Moving them away he licked at those pink lips before pressing his own lips against Spencer’s. He let his fingers travel downward, using one hand to support himself as the other slid between their two bodies, fumbling around to try and unbutton his jeans.
What would Spencer say when he got Brenden’s pants off? The boy could feel the stick wetness on his crotch; he had been leaking precome the entire time. Still, he wanted this now. Fingers slipped into his boxer briefs and he massaged his stiff member, a shy moan escaping his lips as he kept them pressed to Spencer. His mind was debating if he should get his pants off or let Spencer do it, so he occupied himself with licking at the twenty three year old’s lips, trying to see if his big brother would open his mouth.
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