Kink: Vanilla/first time
Ship: Brendon/Patrick
Top: Brendon
Bottom: Patrick
Words: 2302

(A/N): Sorry it took so long, enjoy!

Boom!

I jumped, my heart racing as I tried to hide from the oncoming storm through Brendon and I's pillows and blankets. My body was shaking and I couldn't control my fear no matter how hard I tried.

I was absolutely terrified of storms. Brendon didn't know about it yet because we'd only been dating for about three months and it had never come up in conversation. Nor did we have thunderstorms where we lived very often but it was still one of my worst fears. I really hoped he wouldn't come home soon, I didn't want him to see me like this...

Boom!

I covered myself in a blanket and huddled into a ball, hugging a pillow with one finger in each ear, desperately trying to block out the noise. I felt tears of fear pricking at the backs of my eyes.

Boom.

I opened one eye even though I couldn't see through the blanket covering my eyes. That wasn't thunder that was-

"Hey, Trick. Uhm... What are you doing?" Brendon asked, shutting the door behind him. My heart sank as I slowly pulled the blanket off from over my head to look over at him.

"H-hiding..." I said quietly, embarassed that he had come home only to see me like this.

Brendon set his bag down with a sigh before he strode over to me and kissed me slowly, making me lean up. I was lost in his lips, hypnotized by the way he moved them against mine. His were soft, unbelievably soft.

My hands began to weave into his hair, pulling his head down further and deepening the kiss. Desperate for something to comfort me.

Boom!

I pulled away, shrieking at the sound and quickly flung the blanket back over my head, shaking.

Brendon chuckled slightly before trying to pull the blanket back down. I wouldn't let it budge, though. It was comforting to me and I didn't think anything could help with that.

"Come on baby, I'm here. I won't let anything hurt you." Brendon whispered, sitting on the edge of the couch. Okay, maybe Brendon could comfort me...

I reached up and settled in his arms so my back was being held by him while I could bury my face in his chest, taking in his scent, "Is there anything I can do to help, Baby?"

I shook my head. All I could do was wait it out. He sighed in disappointment as he stroked my strawberry blonde hair. He kissed my forehead, one of his arms snaking under my knees and one went to wrap around my back. Before I could protest, he was carrying me bridal style into the bedroom.

"Brendon, what are you doing?" I laughed as he set me down on the bed and crawled over me.

He left his taste on my lips as we kissed each other, his hands reached for my fedora and pulled it off of my head, exposing my now messy hair.

"B-Bren... What are you doing?" I asked a little more nervously as he began kissing down my neck. His lips reached just behind my ear and nibbled making me let out a needy moan. I immediately covered my mouth in embarrassment.

"Patrick, I'm trying to help you." He whispered into my ear, "I want to take your mind off of the storm."

I looked up at him, right into his caring brown eyes, "R-really?"

"Of course, Baby. I wouldn't let anything scare you. Y-you are okay with this, right?" He asked nervously.

I blushed and bit my lip before whispering something he should probably know, "I-I'm a virgin..."

"Oh..." He blushed, guessing I wasn't comfortable. He began to pull away but I caught his wrist and pulled him back down, a newfound want in my movements.

"I-I didn't say no." I said carefully. His face lit up and I continued, "I'm just kind of nervous... I want to... I'm scared that it'll hurt... I'll do it, though."

He stroked my cheek, seeing how nervous and uncomfortable I was, "Are you sure, Baby? Do you want to top?"

I shook my head but was interrupted by the loud noise outside.

Boom!

I screamed, terror filling me and I immediately pulled the blankets over my shaking body, tears threatening to run down my cheeks.

"Aww, Baby." He whispered, "Do you want to top?"

"No, it's fine." I whimpered finally. Brendon pulled the blanket back down to reveal my scared face. He kissed me again, this time rolling over and lifting me on top of him. I was slightly hesitant to do this, what if he didn't like what he saw? What if I wasn't good enough for him?

He unbuttoned my shirt slowly, taking his time as he teased me. I pulled him up, allowing his lips to touch mine more easily. He pulled my shirt off of my arms, gently letting it slip down and fall to the floor. He pulled away for a moment to see my now exposed chest.

He giggled slightly as he looked back up at me.

"W-what?" I asked nervously, blushing.

"Nothing, you're just really fucking cute." He replied. His lips met mine again, slowly going down leaving a trail of kisses on my chest, eventually stopping at one of my nipples to nibble for a bit.

I let out a moan and an exhale at the same time, "Fuck..."

He licked it more, noticing how much it aroused me before continuing with the second one, my bulge growing bigger by the second.

His hands began massaging the bulge, causing pulses of pleasure to spread through the area. My lips went to his again, I wanted him. No-

I needed him.

My next movements were rushed. I wanted him inside me, now. I yanked off his shirt, my breathing tainted by want. He noticed my rushed movements but didn't question them as he yanked down my pants.

Boom!

I collapsed into Brendon's arms in fear clinging on to him, my breathing uneven and ragged. He pulled me closer, his hands stroking my strawberry blonde hair for a moment while I gathered myself.

"It's gonna be okay, I'm not letting anything hurt you, okay, Baby?" He asked.

"Okay..." I whispered. I pulled off of him, moving my hair out of my face with a shaky hand to get a view of his chest and the 'V' shape leading down his pants. I bit my lip at the tempting sight.

He finished with my pants, putting them on the floor with our shirts. I was panting by the time all of our clothes were off. As soon as Brendon slipped off my boxers, I blushed and just kind of stared at... Him. But not his face... No I was staring at that one thing just below his stomach which was giving me a really good hard on.

He bit his lip before stuttering out a few words, "You're huge..."

I giggled a little bit at how awkward that sounded before replying, "You, too."

He smirked before kissing me deeply, his tongue slipping across my bottom lip. He pulled away and asked, "Do you have a condom? Or lube?"

"Huh? Uh..." I blushed at how distracted I was, "Yeah."

I pulled them out the from the bedside drawer and gave them to Brendon to begin prepping.

We rolled over so I was underneath him, and I spread my legs, letting him slip a finger inside of me when he was ready. Instead he just bit his lip and kissed me.

Next thing I knew, he had slipped one finger in, watching me intently as I blushed and gripped the sheets in pleasure and pain. I let out a small, "Uh." Like something out of Destroya but with a hell of a lot more emotion.

I felt him as he moved the one finger around for a bit before, exploring me then adding another and beginning to scissor me. Pain crossed over me along with some pleasure which grew as time passed.

He moved his fingers around for a little bit before aiming his fingers up toward my stomach and-

"Fuck, Brendon!"

He continued rubbing that spot, causing me to moan louder and louder and beg for him to continue but of course he only stopped and pulled his fingers out. I whimpered at the loss but he only chuckled.

I watched him while he rolled a condom on his length, lubing it as graciously as he could.

I bit my lip, nervously, my mind half blanking. Was this really happening? Could it get my mind off the storm?

The younger man lined up with me but didn't push in yet. He kind of gazed at me for a little bit with a look that said 'holy-shit-this-is-really-happening'. I almost laughed at how comical he looked but I didn't have a chance before he leaned down and kissed me softly, beginning to slide himself into me. As soon as his tip was in he let out a moan of pleasure while I was only engulfed in pain.

I was biting my lip with my eyes squeezed shut but I didn't stop him, no matter how much I wanted. He was going slowly, letting me adjusting to him as he went. My breathing hitched as he kept going and the pain was getting more and more unbearable the deeper that he went.

He stopped about three fourths of the way done, worried, as he held back.

"If you want me to bottom, I can bottom," He said. I opened my eyes and thought for a moment. I really wanted this pain to be gone but we were already so far.

I shook my head, "You're almost there..."

He sighed but continued anyways. He slid in the rest of the way so he was able to lean over me a bit more comfortably than before.

I took a deep breath, waiting for the pain to ease into pleasure while he just stayed there helplessly. He ran his fingers up my chest and leaned down, kissing me.

Boom!

I jumped but he didn't budge, his hands pinned my wrists above my head so I couldn't bury my face in my arms and I laid there exposed and terrified.

"Hey," he said gently, "Shh, it's okay. I'm not gonna let you get hurt, okay, Baby?"

I felt a tear drip from the edge of my eye. He let go of one of my hands and shifted so both wrists were under one of his hands. He wiped the tears and stroked my hair, calming my fear.

He pulled out and thrust himself in again immediately earning himself a low moan. He bit his lip as he began a slow pace, swinging into me and sending pleasure through my veins.

"B-Bren... Urgh..." I groaned.

The younger man let go of my wrists, letting me support his waist as he thrust. This was so new to me. The tightness, his moans, the way he touched me. It was amazing. I never thought sex could actually be that good.

He began going a little faster, testing the speed and making sure I was comfortable. I thrust my hips up a little bit taking advantage of the friction.

My eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy as I let out another moan of pleasure. Brendon kissed me, biting my bottom lip and tugging it roughly.

"Brendon!" I moaned louder. He was panting as he went quite a bit faster than before, his fingers tangling in my hair.

"Patrick, fuck-" I bucked my hips up needily as he moaned my name.

Boom!

I could barely hear it over the squeaking of the bed, the banging of the headboard against the wall, skin on skin, and our moans. The sounds seemed so far away, like a distant problem.

I leaned up, still bucking my hips as I pulled Brendon's mouth further onto mine. The kiss was sloppy, we were both lost in the pleasure and my mind was blanking as my orgasm built up and up.

One of his hands kept balance as his other deepened the kiss while mine were doing the same. His free hand reached mine and squeezed it before quickly going back to my hair. He pulled back and let out a loud moan, almost a yell of pleasure.

I fell back again so my back was against the mattress. I didn't even realize how close I was until I was about to finish.

"Brendon, I'm gonna..." I moaned out. He took that as a sign to slam into me, making me scream out his name. He kept slamming in hard until I was there and I couldn't hold back.

I felt myself release across my chest sweat clinging to my face as I laid breathless. He went a little longer before he, too, finished, his release pouring inside of me.

I blushed slightly before he gave a suggestive look and licked the liquid from my chest. I burst out laughing for no reason at all.

"W-what?" He asked a smile on his face at how giddy I was.

I answered with a kiss, tasting myself on my lips before continuing with words, "I love you."

"I love you, too." He replied.

Boom!

I gasped and grasped the bedsheets in fear.

His smile faded at my reaction before he spoke again, "Do you want to go again?"

I looked up at him, "Really?"

"Well, it doesn't seem like the storm is going away anytime soon..." He replied. I gave him a big smile and giggled for no reason at all.

"Okay,"