Fic Post: Wait For The Sound
Nov. 2nd, 2010 12:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
harborshoreTitle: Wait For The Sound
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: High School AU. The sequel to Got That Crazy Rhythm. First times (sort of) and awkwardness.
Pairing: Bob/Brian.
Warnings: None, really. Teenagers and mucking about with everyone's ages, that's about it. They're seventeen years old here, so potentially underage sex? I never know what those laws are.
Word Count: 2900.
Disclaimer: Bob Bryar is not a girl. None of what happens in this fic is true.
Author's Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
torakowalski, as always, because this verse is all hers. Also I lied to her shamelessly today about this fic, saying it was very stuck.
Thanks toegelantier and antihysteric for looking it over; any remaining mistakes are definitely my fault. The title is Mirah's.
Bob's on the bed, thinking about taking her shirt off. She's kind of scowling, she knows, but it's not something she can change. It happens when she's nervous. And she just knows--
"You know, we don't, I mean, are you sure?" There it comes.
"Don't make it sound as if I'm more nervous than you because I'm the girl," she says, trying not to sound like an asshole. Because yeah, they're both really nervous, and so Brian's bound to say stupid shit.
"I know you're not," Brian says, then laughs ruefully. "I don't think anyone could be more nervous than me, actually."
Bob looks up at him properly then and manages a smile because his hands are honest-to-god shaking.
"Come here, idiot," she says, and Brian walks forward two steps so she can wrap her arms around his waist. He fiddles with her hair and kisses the top of her head; they stay like that for a while until the tension isn't so thick you could touch it.
"You're so stupid," she says then, reaching up and touching his face. "I'm, we're both dumb. This shouldn't be so scary." It's not as if they haven't done anything before; it's just that it was all fast, all fumbling in the back seat or under the bleachers at school. This time, no one will be home for hours, and Bob just wants. But she also feels like she doesn't know anything about this, and she hates not knowing things. Why is it all different with boys? It makes no sense. (She's maybe ignoring the part of her that wants to remind her how nervous she was the first time she was alone in a room with Lindsey.)
Brian swallows and leans down to kiss her.
And then it gets easy for a while, because Bob kisses him back and they somehow tumble onto her bed without anyone hitting the wall or the floor (Brian might smack his elbow into a bed post at one point, but he swears it's not so bad). Shirts come off without any further accident and Bob forgets everything else because she gets to touch, finally, slide her hands up and down his chest and trace his stupid fucking (illegal) tattoo. He lets her, shuddering under her hands, before he decides to return the favor and it's Bob's turn to shake because, shit, it's really different when you can see and you're not just trying to get off and--
There's a moment where Bob is on her stomach, laughing, because they got her bra twisted beyond all hope and Brian is trying to fix it, when Brian stops for a second and just lies down next to her and kisses her nose.
Their eyes catch and Brian's smile melts away and Bob's giggles stop when she turns to lie on her side, and when Brian reaches back this time, her bra comes off easily in his hands. They're both shaking stupidly because it's just so much and they both go kind of quiet, but when his hands slide over her bare breasts, she whimpers, she can't help it, and he groans.
"You," he says, "your voice."
"What are you talking about, my voice," she says. "You're the one--" who sounds all scratchy, she means to say, except Brian bends forward and licks over her nipple, and that's, shit. "Mpf," she says, because "that feels good" is way beyond what she can manage.
"Yeah?" he says,
She nods because even when he's just talking, the air on her skin is, yeah. Um. "Uh-huh," she says and pulls his hair a little, because, fuck, he can keep going with that. If he wants.
And then there's teeth, which is just--
"Fuck," she says. "Fuck, Brian." She has to do it to him, she thinks, because he ought to get to feel this and she needs to breathe, which she can't as long as he keeps going. So she pushes at his shoulder to get him on his back and returns the favor, biting lightly.
It works out pretty well, and she knows she's got her smug grin on, especially when he looks up and can't even form a sentence, just touches her face. She wants some more of that look, so she thumbs his jeans open, nudging him to lift his hips.
"Damn," he says. "Bob, I can't, fuck."
She kisses his hip and strokes her knuckles where he's hard and she can see a wet spot on the fabric of his boxers; she's done this before with him, but she never got to look at him. It's weird, it's so weird, but it's so good too, seeing his face like that, the way he's biting his lip and arching into her hands.
"You look so good," she says. "So good." She doesn't even know why she's saying it, but she's just--"I'm gonna take your underwear off, okay?"
He nods, eyes fluttering shut. It's too dry without anything else, she knows, so she stretches her hand out toward his mouth.
"Here," she says, and he opens his eyes and holds her gaze while he licks at her hand, sucking her fingers into his mouth. A sharp jolt goes through her at that, and fuck, she needs to get his hands back on her soon or she's going to die. Or something.
Though he probably won't take very long, judging by the way he shakes when she finally touches him. So this should work out without anyone dying of metaphorical or literal blue balls, that's good.
(And she really needs to stop thinking about death during sex, it's really kind of very inappropriate.)
"Bob," he says helplessly. "Bob, it's--"
"We've done this before," she reminds him, kissing his hip again. She's thinking about maybe, um, but she doesn't know how, exactly. It's different with girls, which is all the experience she has in that particular department.
"It was different," he says, voice half-muffled in the pillow. "You, ah, weren't fucking half-naked then."
"True," she says, and the way he looks at her makes her decide and she leans in, licking at him. He fucking yells, which is sort of hilarious but really gratifying too, and her hand shakes a little less when she starts moving again.
"Dammit, Bob, please," he says, and his voice is, oh, she has to, she sucks carefully at the head and he almost sobs when he comes. She splutters a little, backing off (it doesn't taste very good, but she doesn't mind), and she shakes her head when he apologizes (she'd probably forgive him anything if he always looked like that when he apologized, voice all wobbly, and completely failing at being coordinated enough to pull her up and kiss her).
She's not quite patient enough to wait for him, though, so after kissing him she gets on her back and shoves her own hand into her pants, which earns her a protest.
"No, nonono," he says, catching her hand on his second try. "'s my turn," he says, and he must be getting his coordination back, because he's on his stomach and between her legs pretty fast.
"Pants, Bryar," he says, and she rolls her eyes but she's not going to protest; she likes that determined look on him almost as much as she likes the orgasm-stupid one. Also she wants to get off right the fuck now, please.
He gets her pants off and then he's--he runs his fingers over her underwear (she's wearing her lucky blue boy short ones that say "beach bum" because Jepha has a stupid sense of humor) and she's wet, she's so wet, and if he could just touch her properly now--
She says as much and he smirks a bit and slides her underwear off, and then he's got his mouth, holy shit, his mouth on her and that feels too good to--she knows this, she loves this, she just wasn't expecting it to happen now and somehow the surprise makes it even better.
"Brian," she gasps, and he breathes out against her, all shaky again; she's wondering if maybe they could, um, get to the other thing (Bob doesn't really believe in virginity, and she doesn't think penis-in-vagina is the only way to have sex, but the fact remains that she hasn't done this, and neither has he) tonight when he closes his lips around her clit and sucks, and fuck, there's no thinking about anything then. "Keep, keep doing that," she says, and pulls at his hair again because he likes that and she likes doing it, and fuck if she doesn't want to encourage every little thing he's doing right now, fingers light on her thighs and creeping upward and that fucking clever mouth he's got.
"Fuck, come on," she says.
He breaks away to laugh against her thigh. "Isn't that my line?" he says and she's about to protest because no, no it's not, she definitely gets to tell him to get on with it if he won't, you know, get on with it, but then he does, and she forgets how to talk again. It's good, it's so goddamn good, soft and wet and just enough pressure. But she doesn't actually, she can't--
It's weird, even though she's used to this, or should be (Lindsey really was awesome to work shit out with, oh bestest of girlfriends that she was), right now it feels really new and she's awkward all over again. And so it's difficult to get there, which it usually isn't when Brian gets his hand in her pants. (If by usually you mean three times and counting, at any rate.)
"Sorry," she says, closing her eyes because she doesn't want to look at him when he realizes she's not going to get off.
He kisses her stomach and slides up to nudge at her nose with his. "What're you apologizing for?"
"I can't," she says, gesturing in a way she hopes he can interpret independently.
"Am I--"
She shakes her head. "No, it's not, I just." She bites her lip and tries not to let on how much she hates this crap; she's not messed up about sex, dammit, she's not, and she feels like such a--she doesn't feel like herself and she could cry, except she's really not going to. Really not.
He kisses her shoulder. "Don't worry about it," he says, then looks at her consideringly. "I don't really know how to, uh. This shit is complicated."
"Too right," she mutters. What the fuck even is wrong with her, she really wants to find out.
He hesitates. "Are you not, um, feeling it at all, or, I mean, would you be okay with me trying? I don't mean you have to come or anything," the tops of his cheeks go a little red at that, "I just like touching you."
She has to kiss him then, and she makes a little noise at the way he tastes of her. "That'd be okay, yeah." And then she has his hand back between her legs and that's good, it really is, so she spreads her thighs to give him more room.
"Can we do mutual touching?" she asks, and he nods against her cheek.
"Sounds good to me," he says, and thumbs lightly, so lightly where she wants him to touch her most, which is really fucking good.
"Uh-huh," she says, digging her fingernails into his shoulders. "That's, yes." She kisses him again, biting at his lower lip and swallowing his moan. "Keep doing that."
He keeps doing that. She grabs his ass when he moves his mouth from her neck to her breast, which he seems to like; it's still awkward but she laughs when he accidentally tickles her and he cracks up when she digs her heel into his thigh.
"I'm not a horse, Bryar, settle down."
"I'd say you're a turtle, actually," she says (only sort of) breathlessly, "because I could have sworn I told you to get on with it but you're slow as fuck."
He snorts. "A turtle? Your pillow talk is off the motherfucking charts, seriously."
"Shut up," she says, because it's actually, she's actually--"shut up, shut up."
"Shutting up," he says, and bends back down to scrape his teeth over a nipple, and somehow that's what gets her there, and she yells a bit because it's a surprise and it's sharp and will she ever get over how different this is with another person? She's not sure.
She blinks at Brian when she resurfaces and he's grinning. Of course he is.
"I love getting you off," he says, ducking his head because he gets embarrassed when he accidentally says things he doesn't mean to say out loud in bed. He's still touching at her, just lightly enough that it's alright. She makes a pleased noise when he gets another finger inside her, and then she considers.
"We could, um." She swallows. "Do you want to? Because I sort of do." She's aching and she knows she can go again now that she got past that weird switch in her head (she blames how fucked-up everyone is about girls having sex, but knowing that doesn't seem to help) and she wants Brian, she knows she wants Brian.
He shudders, leaning his forehead against her shoulder. "I do," he says. "Oh, Bob, fuck, I do want that. I just think, fuck, I'm too--"
She puts a finger to his lips, shushing him. "Let's try it," she says.
His answering grin is not that different from when they climbed the fire escape outside his building to set off fireworks from the roof. Fuck, but she likes him so much.
And then it's shaky fingers and more laughing, because neither of them are very good at the condom part (condoms are so dumb) and they break one and drop the second one before actually managing to, you know. (The pre-lubed ones are really hard to hold on to, as it turned out.)
"I swear I practiced this," Brian admits ruefully, leaning his forehead against hers.
Bob will deny it later, but she definitely giggles. "So did I," she says. "Mom made me. There were bananas. And trauma."
Brian shifts against her when he laughs again and they both shiver.
"You should, um, now." Bob says, because the look in his eyes--fuck, this is dumb, she doesn't even know how to deal with herself but she can't look away and she's touching his face, pulling his hair again because she has to kiss him, okay, she has to.
She touches at herself and slides two fingers inside again; yeah, okay. "Okay, now." She kisses him again, pulling him close.
It's weird, it's really weird at first, but shit, fuck. "Brian," she says against his lips and he nods.
"Damn," he says. "It's, oh, Bob."
It hurts when he moves, kind of, but it's nice, too, and when she gets her hand back on herself, it's really fucking amazing, actually. She doesn't think she's going to come again, but she doesn't care, she just keeps kissing him and kissing him and closing her eyes because the room feels like it's spinning.
"You," he says, and she grins.
"No you," she says back. "Fuck, this--"
He comes then, shaking in her arms and she's staring at the ceiling for a second; she feels so warm. She doesn't think it's the actual thing they did, she thinks it's the way Brian feels when he's this close to her.
She thinks, but she's not going to say so, that it's possible she's a little bit in love.
Dammit.
They deal with the condom and he flops back down on his side, pulling her close.
"Stay the night?" she says, gritting her teeth against how sappy she sounds.
"I'm way too tired to move, Bryar," he says, nuzzling against her throat. "I'm not leaving your bed."
"Okay," she says, almost whispering, and she doesn't pull away.
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: High School AU. The sequel to Got That Crazy Rhythm. First times (sort of) and awkwardness.
Pairing: Bob/Brian.
Warnings: None, really. Teenagers and mucking about with everyone's ages, that's about it. They're seventeen years old here, so potentially underage sex? I never know what those laws are.
Word Count: 2900.
Disclaimer: Bob Bryar is not a girl. None of what happens in this fic is true.
Author's Notes: For
torakowalski, as always, because this verse is all hers. Also I lied to her shamelessly today about this fic, saying it was very stuck. Thanks to
egelantier and antihysteric for looking it over; any remaining mistakes are definitely my fault. The title is Mirah's.Bob's on the bed, thinking about taking her shirt off. She's kind of scowling, she knows, but it's not something she can change. It happens when she's nervous. And she just knows--
"You know, we don't, I mean, are you sure?" There it comes.
"Don't make it sound as if I'm more nervous than you because I'm the girl," she says, trying not to sound like an asshole. Because yeah, they're both really nervous, and so Brian's bound to say stupid shit.
"I know you're not," Brian says, then laughs ruefully. "I don't think anyone could be more nervous than me, actually."
Bob looks up at him properly then and manages a smile because his hands are honest-to-god shaking.
"Come here, idiot," she says, and Brian walks forward two steps so she can wrap her arms around his waist. He fiddles with her hair and kisses the top of her head; they stay like that for a while until the tension isn't so thick you could touch it.
"You're so stupid," she says then, reaching up and touching his face. "I'm, we're both dumb. This shouldn't be so scary." It's not as if they haven't done anything before; it's just that it was all fast, all fumbling in the back seat or under the bleachers at school. This time, no one will be home for hours, and Bob just wants. But she also feels like she doesn't know anything about this, and she hates not knowing things. Why is it all different with boys? It makes no sense. (She's maybe ignoring the part of her that wants to remind her how nervous she was the first time she was alone in a room with Lindsey.)
Brian swallows and leans down to kiss her.
And then it gets easy for a while, because Bob kisses him back and they somehow tumble onto her bed without anyone hitting the wall or the floor (Brian might smack his elbow into a bed post at one point, but he swears it's not so bad). Shirts come off without any further accident and Bob forgets everything else because she gets to touch, finally, slide her hands up and down his chest and trace his stupid fucking (illegal) tattoo. He lets her, shuddering under her hands, before he decides to return the favor and it's Bob's turn to shake because, shit, it's really different when you can see and you're not just trying to get off and--
There's a moment where Bob is on her stomach, laughing, because they got her bra twisted beyond all hope and Brian is trying to fix it, when Brian stops for a second and just lies down next to her and kisses her nose.
Their eyes catch and Brian's smile melts away and Bob's giggles stop when she turns to lie on her side, and when Brian reaches back this time, her bra comes off easily in his hands. They're both shaking stupidly because it's just so much and they both go kind of quiet, but when his hands slide over her bare breasts, she whimpers, she can't help it, and he groans.
"You," he says, "your voice."
"What are you talking about, my voice," she says. "You're the one--" who sounds all scratchy, she means to say, except Brian bends forward and licks over her nipple, and that's, shit. "Mpf," she says, because "that feels good" is way beyond what she can manage.
"Yeah?" he says,
She nods because even when he's just talking, the air on her skin is, yeah. Um. "Uh-huh," she says and pulls his hair a little, because, fuck, he can keep going with that. If he wants.
And then there's teeth, which is just--
"Fuck," she says. "Fuck, Brian." She has to do it to him, she thinks, because he ought to get to feel this and she needs to breathe, which she can't as long as he keeps going. So she pushes at his shoulder to get him on his back and returns the favor, biting lightly.
It works out pretty well, and she knows she's got her smug grin on, especially when he looks up and can't even form a sentence, just touches her face. She wants some more of that look, so she thumbs his jeans open, nudging him to lift his hips.
"Damn," he says. "Bob, I can't, fuck."
She kisses his hip and strokes her knuckles where he's hard and she can see a wet spot on the fabric of his boxers; she's done this before with him, but she never got to look at him. It's weird, it's so weird, but it's so good too, seeing his face like that, the way he's biting his lip and arching into her hands.
"You look so good," she says. "So good." She doesn't even know why she's saying it, but she's just--"I'm gonna take your underwear off, okay?"
He nods, eyes fluttering shut. It's too dry without anything else, she knows, so she stretches her hand out toward his mouth.
"Here," she says, and he opens his eyes and holds her gaze while he licks at her hand, sucking her fingers into his mouth. A sharp jolt goes through her at that, and fuck, she needs to get his hands back on her soon or she's going to die. Or something.
Though he probably won't take very long, judging by the way he shakes when she finally touches him. So this should work out without anyone dying of metaphorical or literal blue balls, that's good.
(And she really needs to stop thinking about death during sex, it's really kind of very inappropriate.)
"Bob," he says helplessly. "Bob, it's--"
"We've done this before," she reminds him, kissing his hip again. She's thinking about maybe, um, but she doesn't know how, exactly. It's different with girls, which is all the experience she has in that particular department.
"It was different," he says, voice half-muffled in the pillow. "You, ah, weren't fucking half-naked then."
"True," she says, and the way he looks at her makes her decide and she leans in, licking at him. He fucking yells, which is sort of hilarious but really gratifying too, and her hand shakes a little less when she starts moving again.
"Dammit, Bob, please," he says, and his voice is, oh, she has to, she sucks carefully at the head and he almost sobs when he comes. She splutters a little, backing off (it doesn't taste very good, but she doesn't mind), and she shakes her head when he apologizes (she'd probably forgive him anything if he always looked like that when he apologized, voice all wobbly, and completely failing at being coordinated enough to pull her up and kiss her).
She's not quite patient enough to wait for him, though, so after kissing him she gets on her back and shoves her own hand into her pants, which earns her a protest.
"No, nonono," he says, catching her hand on his second try. "'s my turn," he says, and he must be getting his coordination back, because he's on his stomach and between her legs pretty fast.
"Pants, Bryar," he says, and she rolls her eyes but she's not going to protest; she likes that determined look on him almost as much as she likes the orgasm-stupid one. Also she wants to get off right the fuck now, please.
He gets her pants off and then he's--he runs his fingers over her underwear (she's wearing her lucky blue boy short ones that say "beach bum" because Jepha has a stupid sense of humor) and she's wet, she's so wet, and if he could just touch her properly now--
She says as much and he smirks a bit and slides her underwear off, and then he's got his mouth, holy shit, his mouth on her and that feels too good to--she knows this, she loves this, she just wasn't expecting it to happen now and somehow the surprise makes it even better.
"Brian," she gasps, and he breathes out against her, all shaky again; she's wondering if maybe they could, um, get to the other thing (Bob doesn't really believe in virginity, and she doesn't think penis-in-vagina is the only way to have sex, but the fact remains that she hasn't done this, and neither has he) tonight when he closes his lips around her clit and sucks, and fuck, there's no thinking about anything then. "Keep, keep doing that," she says, and pulls at his hair again because he likes that and she likes doing it, and fuck if she doesn't want to encourage every little thing he's doing right now, fingers light on her thighs and creeping upward and that fucking clever mouth he's got.
"Fuck, come on," she says.
He breaks away to laugh against her thigh. "Isn't that my line?" he says and she's about to protest because no, no it's not, she definitely gets to tell him to get on with it if he won't, you know, get on with it, but then he does, and she forgets how to talk again. It's good, it's so goddamn good, soft and wet and just enough pressure. But she doesn't actually, she can't--
It's weird, even though she's used to this, or should be (Lindsey really was awesome to work shit out with, oh bestest of girlfriends that she was), right now it feels really new and she's awkward all over again. And so it's difficult to get there, which it usually isn't when Brian gets his hand in her pants. (If by usually you mean three times and counting, at any rate.)
"Sorry," she says, closing her eyes because she doesn't want to look at him when he realizes she's not going to get off.
He kisses her stomach and slides up to nudge at her nose with his. "What're you apologizing for?"
"I can't," she says, gesturing in a way she hopes he can interpret independently.
"Am I--"
She shakes her head. "No, it's not, I just." She bites her lip and tries not to let on how much she hates this crap; she's not messed up about sex, dammit, she's not, and she feels like such a--she doesn't feel like herself and she could cry, except she's really not going to. Really not.
He kisses her shoulder. "Don't worry about it," he says, then looks at her consideringly. "I don't really know how to, uh. This shit is complicated."
"Too right," she mutters. What the fuck even is wrong with her, she really wants to find out.
He hesitates. "Are you not, um, feeling it at all, or, I mean, would you be okay with me trying? I don't mean you have to come or anything," the tops of his cheeks go a little red at that, "I just like touching you."
She has to kiss him then, and she makes a little noise at the way he tastes of her. "That'd be okay, yeah." And then she has his hand back between her legs and that's good, it really is, so she spreads her thighs to give him more room.
"Can we do mutual touching?" she asks, and he nods against her cheek.
"Sounds good to me," he says, and thumbs lightly, so lightly where she wants him to touch her most, which is really fucking good.
"Uh-huh," she says, digging her fingernails into his shoulders. "That's, yes." She kisses him again, biting at his lower lip and swallowing his moan. "Keep doing that."
He keeps doing that. She grabs his ass when he moves his mouth from her neck to her breast, which he seems to like; it's still awkward but she laughs when he accidentally tickles her and he cracks up when she digs her heel into his thigh.
"I'm not a horse, Bryar, settle down."
"I'd say you're a turtle, actually," she says (only sort of) breathlessly, "because I could have sworn I told you to get on with it but you're slow as fuck."
He snorts. "A turtle? Your pillow talk is off the motherfucking charts, seriously."
"Shut up," she says, because it's actually, she's actually--"shut up, shut up."
"Shutting up," he says, and bends back down to scrape his teeth over a nipple, and somehow that's what gets her there, and she yells a bit because it's a surprise and it's sharp and will she ever get over how different this is with another person? She's not sure.
She blinks at Brian when she resurfaces and he's grinning. Of course he is.
"I love getting you off," he says, ducking his head because he gets embarrassed when he accidentally says things he doesn't mean to say out loud in bed. He's still touching at her, just lightly enough that it's alright. She makes a pleased noise when he gets another finger inside her, and then she considers.
"We could, um." She swallows. "Do you want to? Because I sort of do." She's aching and she knows she can go again now that she got past that weird switch in her head (she blames how fucked-up everyone is about girls having sex, but knowing that doesn't seem to help) and she wants Brian, she knows she wants Brian.
He shudders, leaning his forehead against her shoulder. "I do," he says. "Oh, Bob, fuck, I do want that. I just think, fuck, I'm too--"
She puts a finger to his lips, shushing him. "Let's try it," she says.
His answering grin is not that different from when they climbed the fire escape outside his building to set off fireworks from the roof. Fuck, but she likes him so much.
And then it's shaky fingers and more laughing, because neither of them are very good at the condom part (condoms are so dumb) and they break one and drop the second one before actually managing to, you know. (The pre-lubed ones are really hard to hold on to, as it turned out.)
"I swear I practiced this," Brian admits ruefully, leaning his forehead against hers.
Bob will deny it later, but she definitely giggles. "So did I," she says. "Mom made me. There were bananas. And trauma."
Brian shifts against her when he laughs again and they both shiver.
"You should, um, now." Bob says, because the look in his eyes--fuck, this is dumb, she doesn't even know how to deal with herself but she can't look away and she's touching his face, pulling his hair again because she has to kiss him, okay, she has to.
She touches at herself and slides two fingers inside again; yeah, okay. "Okay, now." She kisses him again, pulling him close.
It's weird, it's really weird at first, but shit, fuck. "Brian," she says against his lips and he nods.
"Damn," he says. "It's, oh, Bob."
It hurts when he moves, kind of, but it's nice, too, and when she gets her hand back on herself, it's really fucking amazing, actually. She doesn't think she's going to come again, but she doesn't care, she just keeps kissing him and kissing him and closing her eyes because the room feels like it's spinning.
"You," he says, and she grins.
"No you," she says back. "Fuck, this--"
He comes then, shaking in her arms and she's staring at the ceiling for a second; she feels so warm. She doesn't think it's the actual thing they did, she thinks it's the way Brian feels when he's this close to her.
She thinks, but she's not going to say so, that it's possible she's a little bit in love.
Dammit.
They deal with the condom and he flops back down on his side, pulling her close.
"Stay the night?" she says, gritting her teeth against how sappy she sounds.
"I'm way too tired to move, Bryar," he says, nuzzling against her throat. "I'm not leaving your bed."
"Okay," she says, almost whispering, and she doesn't pull away.
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Date: 2010-11-02 12:12 am (UTC)This okay, this is still one of my very most favourite lines: "I know you're not," Brian says, then laughs ruefully. "I don't think anyone could be more nervous than me, actually." I LOVE this Brian. Have I mentioned? And the turtle comment and the trauma of practicing condoms on bananas and... okay so you should feel free to write this 'verse forever. ♥
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Date: 2010-11-02 07:51 pm (UTC)You did say, yes, but I don't mind hearing it again. *grins* He makes me happy too. And I wouldn't mind--like I said, they make it so easy, I don't even know.
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Date: 2010-11-02 01:37 am (UTC)...You are quite good at this writing thing. :D
And now I want to draw girl!Bob again.
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Date: 2010-11-03 03:39 pm (UTC)Dude, more girl!Bob is always a good thing.
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Date: 2010-11-02 02:29 am (UTC):fans self:
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Date: 2010-11-04 06:23 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-11-02 03:31 am (UTC)My HEART. These two! Such a lovely read :D
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Date: 2010-11-04 06:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-11-02 06:46 pm (UTC)also, i'm super curious about how jepha/brendon are getting on from the other story...
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Date: 2010-11-04 06:25 am (UTC)Hee, they're getting very good at not falling off the bed all the time. And having a lot of giggly sex.
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Date: 2010-11-04 11:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-11-20 11:31 am (UTC)So, Jepha's a bit kinky and Brendon's very inexperienced, but they also genuinely like each other. Hence the giggly sex that sometimes shifts into something Brendon has no clue how to define yet, but he knows he likes it when Jepha gets on his knees and his eyes go all dark and he leans into Brendon's hands in his hair like there's nowhere he'd rather be.
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Date: 2010-11-20 11:17 pm (UTC)In my head, Jepha has a sekrit pain kink and Brendon's a not so closet exhibitionist.
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Date: 2010-11-04 06:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-11-04 07:14 pm (UTC)I love that you came back to them, they're kind of slightly my favourites, and that we found out more about them (Bob and Lindsey ♥___♥), and the things they've done (fireworks on the roof, hee! Which has really put me in the mood for the fireworks tomorrow night... :D). I especially love how you handled Bob throughout the whole thing, mainly when she was freaking out and when she thought it wasn't going to happen, and how Brian was okay with that, and then it did and that was awesome, but not again and that was okay too.
I just - I just love the way you write, the way you handle things and don't make them seem forced - sex and "issues", be they related to the sex or not, both. Never ever stop. ♥♥♥
Also, *hugs* I hope your cold is better, and that you're no longer living out a suitcase.
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Date: 2010-11-06 09:58 am (UTC)And my cold is still alive and kicking and I*m still living out of a suitcase, but at least the sun is shining.
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Date: 2010-11-05 05:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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