crack_van | Then They Came on Brendon's Face, The End, by Disarm

Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Panic GSF
Length: ~6,850
Author on LJ:

sociofemme
Author Website: Masterlist of Disarm_d's fic, and Sociofemme's bandom fic tag
Why this must be read: I was hardly going to let this month pass without reccing a) a Panic GSF and b) a PWP, the two are both far too prevalant. There's a lot of really good choices for both, but the challenge for me was finding a PWP that really made me go, "yeah, that's the one," since I generally don't read PWPs. I chose this one because I love, love, love what it reveals to us about Brendon's character, and it's a great example of what

disarm_d calls her "consent" kink, but in ways that don't just take consent for granted. Also, the fic is amazingly hot. Amazingly.

Then, he pulls away, saying, "Your turn now," because that isn't telling, isn't giving anything away, it's just being fair. Brendon climbs off Ryan and rolls onto the floor, kneeling. Ryan peers at him from over the edge of the bed and Brendon says, "C'mon," pulling at Ryan's leg to encourage him to stand.

Ryan's kind of not quite all the way hard, so Brendon tilts his head up, wetting his lips and sucking on Ryan's dick. He doesn't use his hands and after he's gotten Ryan hard and leaking, he pulls off, sitting back on his heels and looking up at Ryan, just waiting and hoping that Ryan will take over from there.

Ryan doesn't seem to get it at first, just looking down at Brendon, kneeling back on his heels. Ryan glances over at Spencer and Jon, and Brendon bites his lip, hoping Ryan doesn't get self-conscious or something, because he wants this, it's so close to being what he wants. Ryan's started jerking off, lightly, like he can't keep his hands away from his hard cock, and Brendon can't stop watching the movement of his long fingers, curling and twisting.

Brendon can't decide if he wants to watch or to close his eyes and wait -- he tries both, watching Ryan eagerly for a long minute and then letting his eyes flutter closed.

"This is what you wanted," Ryan says softly. "Exactly like this." Brendon looks up at him, but he doesn't reply. It wasn't a question. Except --

"Not exactly," he mutters, and he darts a look at the other bed before he can stop himself.

Then They Came on Brendon's Face, The End

Then They Came on Brendon's Face, The End, by Disarm_d and Sociofemme (NC-17)