brendan_vincent | Ficlet: Fifteen Minutes (NC-17) (Reply)

This is a response to

melagan's last Steamy Sunday. A bit long for a comment, so I post it here.

Her prompt: Brendan is on the couch with his pants down around his ankles. His cock is hard, flushed a nice rosy red and wet at the tip. He's been keeping himself on the edge for awhile now. Vincent knows this because Brendan's eyes are shut and his breath is making that soft hitching sound it does when he's trying not to come.

My reply:
title: Fifteen Minutes
rating: NC-17
words: ~950
notes: not beta'd and oh my gosh, it's been so long since I've written porn. These two are always up for helping kickstart the muse, though.

The sound has him half hard already and Vince doubts very much if Brendan thinks he's being discreet, or even cares. It's tempting. Oh, so tempting.

Damn Herlinger and his Powerpoint and damn Ashley for going on vacation. Vince has been working on the damn thing so long his eyes are watering and he'd much rather be looking at that blissed-out look on Brendan's face. What's fifteen more minutes?

Rounding the corning into the den, it's like Christmas, his birthday, and Thanksgiving all spread out for him. He unzips and takes out his cock. Bren knows he's being watched now – Vince knows this because he's slowed his strokes – pulling from the base and twisting on the way up. Jesus.

Vincent bites his lip; he can feel that swollen cockhead in his mouth, hear the way Brendan moans when Vince drags his tongue along the underside. Fully hard now, he watches as Brendan kicks his pants free, leaving his tee shirt rucked up to just below his nipples.

Vince takes a step closer. Does Brendan have any idea how he looks… wanton, legs spread casually, wrist and hips driving the motion of his strokes. And so ready – Vince could breathe on him and Brendan would go off like a rocket.

And now, it's Vincent's breath that hitches while Brendan's is more controlled, but that won't last long. Vince steps out of his jeans and walks over to the couch. Brendan's eyes are still closed. Good, Vince wants them closed.

While Vince makes plans, Brendan slips his hand underneath himself and begins to tease his ass with a finger. And, fuck. Now all Vince can think about is being in there, wants in there so bad he can taste it. Losing himself balls deep in that tight heat, hearing Brendan scream his name as he hits all the right places.

But with Brendan this far gone, Vince would barely get all the way in before Brendan would blow. Not that that wouldn't be ball-tightening hot… but Vince has something else in mind.

"I'm very distracting," Brendan says with a grin. He's still got his eyes closed and Vince knows now he's doing it on purpose. It twists something so damn dirty in the pit of Vince's stomach as he grips his cock tighter.

"That you are, Agent Dean." He wedges a knee beside Bren's hip and grabs the back of the couch with his free hand, leans down close – close enough to feel the heat from his lover's body in the cradle of his thighs. "Starting without me?"

"Waiting on you…"

"I see that." Vince flicks his gaze the length of the mostly naked body beneath him – down to where their cocks are almost touching.

Being this close, barely a breath away in some places, is maddening, like he's just pushed himself to the edge one last time. He'd love to fall into that skin, those arms, give himself over to that mouth, but this is wicked and perverse and it even seems that Brendan's game. Vince keeps his other foot on the floor and watches Brendan bite his bottom lip and raise his chin a little.

"What are you wearing?" Brendan asks, as Vince bites back a chuckle.

"I still have my shirt on… want me to take it off?"

Brendan nods. Vince drags the shirt over his head.

"What are you doing now?" Brendan's voice is a rough whisper, just like the dry swish of their skin-on-skin jam session.

Vince smiles. "Watching you."

"Like what you see?"

Vince bends down and rubs his cock over Bren's thigh; it leaves a shiny-slick, zigzagged trail and some of the dark hair matted together. "That answer your question… what are you doing?"

"Distracting you." Brendan strokes himself and licks his lips, takes an eternity to do it, and both their hands move a little faster.

"Other than that, smart ass."

Brendan lets out a sound that's part groan, part growl as his face changes. No more cutesy tit-for-tat, they're down to serious business.

"Thinking about you inside me," he says. Vince watches him slip the teasing finger inside his hole. "Ahhhhhhhh, yeah. All the way in."

His heart pounding, Vince blows out a breath and leans closer, moving his hand from the sofa back to the armrest. Brendan's hot as hell, and that bit of broken provocateur in his voice along with the scent of them together spins something powerful into a coil at the base of Vincent's spine, dances across his skin.

Closer still, where he's sure Brendan can feel his words, where he can bathe Brendan's bared throat in fiery, pleading breath. "Fuck, Bren, I want to… but you're… Jesus, look at you…"

Brendan starts to get that hitch again… a little stutter here, a little hiss there. Then he moans and arches up. Their dicks touch – just for a second – and it's like electric dominoes.

Brendan presses his cock to Vincent's stomach, holds it there as Vince rocks into it. Lightly, barely letting Brendan touch him, but it has the impact of a brand – hard and hot and… Brendan's right there, Vince can feel it.

"Wanna see it, babe… all over you… covered in come…"

He moves in to trace the outline of Brendan's ear with his tongue. Brendan shudders beneath him and they're done.

Brendan squeezes his eyes tighter; Vince pulls up so he can see better. Christ, Bren's got two fingers in now and his other hand's a blur. Thick ropes of white streak across Vince's vision as Brendan groans and jerks, more than enough to pull Vincent's orgasm along with him, that tight coil letting go, boiling over.

There's more jets of white and that incandescent full-body shiver as Vince takes them both, rubbing together slowly to make it last as long as they can stand.

All he needs now is Brendan's mouth on his. Open and giving and wet and dirty and forever… forever.