Oh hai, news flash. I like boys rubbin' on each other.

Let's talk about frottage, shall we?

Frottage is about the desperation, the need, the rush. Or it can be about denial, as in "oh we're not doing anything wrong, our pants are still on," or "I'm not going to give you what you want, I'm holding back". It can be slow and hard, mouths barely touching in an effort to stay quite because what they're doing is oh-so-wrong. It can be fast and rough, because there's only so much time to get each other off before they're caught/seen. It can be an intro to sex, or a quick release. There can be dirty talk involved. And handjobs. And lots and lots of hot, sloppy, wet kissing.

So. Frottage is good, y/n?

Let's say Brendon's drunk. Aaaand let's say he's drunk with Jon. And let's say they end up collapsing in a big giggling heap on the couch in the middle of the night, trying not to make too much noise, because if they wake up Spencer, Spencer will be fucking pissed. Brendon wiggles around until he's face to face with Jon, his back pressed against the back of the couch, the cushions slipping just a little, and Jon says something stupid (intentionally stupid) and Brendon laughs and starts tickling him right under Jon's ribcage. Jon fights back, Brendon shifts up without meaning to, and the next thing either one them know they're somehow pressed together and hard, making small, experimental movements just to test things. Brendon gasps, Jon sort of groans against Brendon's neck, and they're moving slow, awkward, until Brendon whimpers and starts thrusting for real. Jon might be a little disoriented, not knowing quite what's going on, but god, it's so fucking good and Brendon just makes these sounds that obliterate rational thought. They both come hard and quick, jeans barely pulled apart, and when Brendon passes out against Jon's chest, Jon says, "Oh."

ANYWAY. The moral of this post is: Frottage = WIN.