we're not on the map but we're on our way

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Jon keeps one hand on Brendon's hip, keeping him still. Spencer has one hand there too to stop Brendon from moving around so restlessly, the other hand wrapped around the base of Brendon's cock as he sucks on the length. Brendon whimpers, and he doesn't know what's going on, but there is tongue and hard fingertips, and Jon's tongue is fucking his mouth. There is a feeling growing in Brendon, so strong and overwhelming it's scary, and Brendon tries not to freak out. It keeps going and he is shaking, and then he comes, but Spencer doesn't swallow. His come slides down his cock and Spencer's hand, and Jon releases Brendon's mouth. Brendon gasps for breath, having felt something he has never felt before. Even the times he surrendered to touch himself, it felt good, but it never felt like that.

Spencer strips off his own boxers and moves back up, pressing against Brendon's side. "It's okay, it's alright," he whispers and sucks on Brendon's earlobe.

Brendon nods weakly, he tries not to feel shame. There still are four hands on him, and one of them is pulling his legs apart, prying between his ass cheeks. Brendon looks down and sees it's Jon. Jon sucks on his own fingers, then gathers some of Brendon's come off Brendon's skin, and moves his hand down.

Brendon means to say "Stop" this time. He means to say it because he's never thought about how exactly guys have sex with each other, but it's obvious enough now. But Brendon can't say no to Jon, no matter how hard he tries. He gasps when Jon pushes in a finger. It's awkward, it's exposing. Brendon feels exposed, but Spencer's hands on him are reassuring, and Spencer keeps whispering in his ear, keeps kissing him, and it's okay.

Jon has two fingers in him, and Brendon is biting on his bottom lip, keeping his eyes closed. He thinks of his home, his old room he shared with his little brother, and he thinks of his parents and what they said when they threw him out, and how they must have been right. He is rotten, he must be, because he is on a bed with two other naked boys, he's just come and Jon has two fingers in him. It's awkward, but a turn on, and he can feel himself getting hard again.

Jon gets off the bed and comes back with a foil wrapper in his palm. Spencer kisses Brendon deep and hard when Jon rolls the condom on. When Jon pushes in Brendon, Brendon cries out, his back arches and he clutches the sheets. Jon swears loudly and groans, his head rolling back. Brendon is almost hyperventilating, because he is full, he has never felt that full in his life. He moves restlessly, and it hurts, but it's not lethal, it's bearable. Jon takes a hold of his hips, slowly pulling back before pushing back in. Brendon cries out again, just as loudly, and he is shaking.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," he says, and he swears this doesn't count as him saying the Lord's name in vain. Jon's cock is in his ass, Spencer's hand wrapped around his cock, and there's an ache and a burn, and he shouldn't feel good, but he does.

There are tears on his cheeks again, and he constantly moves like a live wire, and the sounds he makes are helpless and lustful. He knows he wants, but he doesn't know what he wants. Jon starts a rhythm and he leans over Brendon, kissing him. Brendon hangs onto him for dear life and Jon fucks him slow, but hard. The bed squeaks beneath them and Spencer bruises Brendon's neck as he keeps stroking Brendon's cock.

Brendon is too tight, too responsive and too loud for Jon to last long. He comes much sooner than he'd like to, gasping against Brendon's mouth. His hips jerk sporadically as he fucks himself into Brendon, riding out his orgasm. Brendon comes soon after, spilling on Spencer's hand a second time. Jon tugs off the condom and throws it away, moving close to Brendon and kissing him. Brendon is shaking worse than when they started, and Spencer joins in the kiss. It's a sloppy three-way kiss, during which Jon directs Brendon's and his own hand on Spencer's erection, and together they jerk Spencer off. It's a poor handjob because Brendon can't really concentrate on it, but Jon brushes his thumb over Spencer's leaking tip, and Spencer moans and comes.