Fic: Playing (PATD, Brendon/Jon, PG)
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emmuzkaFic: Playing
Author: Emmuzka
Genre and pairing: PATD, Brendon/Jon
Raiting: PG
Warnings: Watersports, only not really.
Disclaimer: Not true in any way.
Summary: Brendon loves to be tickled. He likes to be manhandled, spontaneously and uninhibited.
Brendon loves to be tickled. He likes to be manhandled, spontaneously and uninhibited. He also loves to tickle, but it's just as good, if not even better, to be the one being attacked. Then he is the center of attention, somebody decided that he is worth it.
He is a tactile person, who loves it when his friends touch him. Brendon’s mom and dad never touched their friends, hardly even each other or their kids. For Brendon, every touch is like a loving hug, a renewed declaration of care.
Brendon also hates to be tickled. Okay, not hates, but the thought of it going overboard? It's really disconcerting. He doesn't want to lose control of his body, that's for totally different, more intimate, situations. If even that.
Jon doesn't think about tickling. He does it sometimes. Don't all?
This time it’s only Brendon and Jon left in their tickle war that has already gone longer than would be wise. Brendon is so totally losing.
Jon jumps on him to keep him from escaping. It's like playing half tickle war and half "Uncle". Brendon lies on the couch and tries to uselessly squirm away. He is already so gone that he can't even talk, let alone defend himself. He just laughs hysterically, helplessly. And for some reason, it still feels good to loose control. This time it feels safe to do so.
"S-s-stop!" Brendon has troubles in drawing breath between his uncontrollable laughing.
Jon doesn't cease his attack, but continues the frenzy. This is far from over!
"Stop, I'm gonna-." No control. Brendon's body lets loose. He feels the flush in his body and the damp warmth spreads in his groin. "Oh, shit..." Brendon gasps for breath and tries to scurry away from Jon.
Jon doesn't let go, but settles his weight on Brendon. "No, it's okay, really." He sounds perfectly calm.
Brendon hardly dares to look at him. His pants are soaked. "Really?"
"Really." Jon buries his face against Brendon's neck and plants a kiss there.
Outside the embarrassment still lingering despite Jon's reassurance, Brendon feels super relaxed. It felt so good to just let go. Even in his dreams he couldn't have come up with how literally, but he guesses he needs his body to first do things to get his mind to mimic.
Brendon bops his knuckles to Jon's head to get his attention again. Their grins match; like a cat who ate the canary. "Shower?"
"Would you do with some company?"
That, Brendon thinks, is perfectly doable.
Author: Emmuzka
Genre and pairing: PATD, Brendon/Jon
Raiting: PG
Warnings: Watersports, only not really.
Disclaimer: Not true in any way.
Summary: Brendon loves to be tickled. He likes to be manhandled, spontaneously and uninhibited.
Brendon loves to be tickled. He likes to be manhandled, spontaneously and uninhibited. He also loves to tickle, but it's just as good, if not even better, to be the one being attacked. Then he is the center of attention, somebody decided that he is worth it.
He is a tactile person, who loves it when his friends touch him. Brendon’s mom and dad never touched their friends, hardly even each other or their kids. For Brendon, every touch is like a loving hug, a renewed declaration of care.
Brendon also hates to be tickled. Okay, not hates, but the thought of it going overboard? It's really disconcerting. He doesn't want to lose control of his body, that's for totally different, more intimate, situations. If even that.
Jon doesn't think about tickling. He does it sometimes. Don't all?
This time it’s only Brendon and Jon left in their tickle war that has already gone longer than would be wise. Brendon is so totally losing.
Jon jumps on him to keep him from escaping. It's like playing half tickle war and half "Uncle". Brendon lies on the couch and tries to uselessly squirm away. He is already so gone that he can't even talk, let alone defend himself. He just laughs hysterically, helplessly. And for some reason, it still feels good to loose control. This time it feels safe to do so.
"S-s-stop!" Brendon has troubles in drawing breath between his uncontrollable laughing.
Jon doesn't cease his attack, but continues the frenzy. This is far from over!
"Stop, I'm gonna-." No control. Brendon's body lets loose. He feels the flush in his body and the damp warmth spreads in his groin. "Oh, shit..." Brendon gasps for breath and tries to scurry away from Jon.
Jon doesn't let go, but settles his weight on Brendon. "No, it's okay, really." He sounds perfectly calm.
Brendon hardly dares to look at him. His pants are soaked. "Really?"
"Really." Jon buries his face against Brendon's neck and plants a kiss there.
Outside the embarrassment still lingering despite Jon's reassurance, Brendon feels super relaxed. It felt so good to just let go. Even in his dreams he couldn't have come up with how literally, but he guesses he needs his body to first do things to get his mind to mimic.
Brendon bops his knuckles to Jon's head to get his attention again. Their grins match; like a cat who ate the canary. "Shower?"
"Would you do with some company?"
That, Brendon thinks, is perfectly doable.
