The Backflip/Drumstick Fic

The First And Last Chapter

[Warning: this was made to be purposely cringey and weird. I want it to have the same vibe as the milk fic. No drumsticks were harmed.]

"Hey what an awesome show, man!" Josh hugs Brendon, smiling wide.

"Hey, thanks for coming, I'm glad you enjoyed it!" Brendon exclaims, looking happy as ever.

Both of the boys felt a connection but neither would confess they did.

"I noticed you can do backflips!" Josh says, looking at Brendon with competitive eyes.

"Oh yeah, I do them off speakers and stages, all sorts of stuff! Can you do a backflip, Josh?" Josh smirks at Brendon's question.

"Yes, I can. I do mine off of all sorts of things too. Pianos, benches; things more skilled than you!" Josh grins and Brendon furrows his brows.

Brendon knew Josh was challenging him so he put out his hand for a shake. "Let us see who is the backflip king!" Brendon throws his arms in the air after Josh shakes his hand.

They were both determined boys with a connection, both had things in their mind for their reward for winning.

"Winner gets to say what they want, loser must obey that. May the most risky flip of all, win!" Josh laughs and they march off to a spot the areana they felt like possibly breaking their necks from.

Josh went to the front row of seats, preparing to backflip off the back and land on the lower area in front of him, which was a wall. A rather small wall.

Brendon went off to the spot where the main drummer would be playing at during a show. "You or I first?" Brendon yells and Josh says Brendon should.

Brendon positioned himself and he flipped, using all of his back muscles and leg muscles, some arm muscles.

Brendon runs over to Josh's spot, waiting for him to do it. "Well, go on now, Joshua."

Josh positions himself, nearly falling over on his starting position. Taking the moment when he was finally balanced, he flipped.

His right foot had slightly slipped and his flip was gearing more towards the left now, meaning he was going to hit his head on the seat.

As predicted, his skull banged the arm rest and Josh hissed at the pain that shot through his left temple.

Brendon rushed to his side and lifted his head off the ground. Looking down into Josh's eyes, Brendon mumbles. "I guess I won, then." He softly chuckles.

Josh looked up at him bumble fuck dumbfounded. "You are worried about winning now because why? My head could be cracked open."

"It's not cracked open," Brendon laughs and he grins like an idiot. "But as the winner, I get what I want; and I want a kiss. From you. On the lips."

Josh's eyes widen and Brendon sucks in a small breath, realizing he may have come on too strong. "I-I'm sorry Josh, I-" Josh presses his lips to Brendon's; his being small compared to the dark haired winner's lips.

There weren't sparks like they imagined, but the trail of heat left behind from their fingers said something entirely different than sparks in a kiss.

They weren't in love. At all, but they felt such strong lust and power between each other.

"If you don't tell Sarah, I don't tell Tyler." Brendon felt his heart strings tug as he realizes he forgot about his beautiful wife.

Yet, at this moment, he could care less and he wanted the boy in front of him. They both became fiercely engaged in a passionate, rough and sensual kiss.

"B-Brendon.. please take me.." Josh whimpered, Brendon's quarter-sleeves balled up in Josh's fists.

"I'm going to have to prepare you first, little Joshua." Brendon coos and pulls the drumsticks out of Josh's back pocket. Josh's eyes widened for the second time tonight.

"I-I use those during s-shows!" Josh exclaimed, hoping Brendon would take the hint not to pleasure him with them.

"I'll buy you a brand new set, baby. Don't worry about it." He clicked his tongue in Josh's ear, making Josh shiver. The light kisses under and around his ears and neck wasn't doing different.

Josh starts to unbuckle Brendon pants and Brendon slaps his hands away. "Ah, ah, ahh. My cock is only for when you're good. Pants off, ass in the air." Brendon demands and Josh obeys.

Throwing his pants off his ankles, he got in a hands and knees worship pose, his ass in the air.

Brendon put the drumstick in his mouth, lubing it up with his saliva. He takes it out with a pop. He slowly enters the drumstick into Josh's ass, making Josh cringe.

"With all that cringing, I would guess you weren't ready for my cock, either." Brendon pulls on the boy's soft hair. "If you can't handle a drumstick, how are you going to handle my girth?" Brendon purrs in Josh's ear.

"I can handle it! I can!" Josh yelps and Brendon moves the drumstick at a faster pace, not fully inserting the whole drumstick because the length could hurt Josh.

"If you say so, little Joshua." Brendon says before unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down, along with him Calvins. "Ready baby?" Brendon asks Josh.

Josh nods in agreement and consent before Brendon quickly enters Josh, fully inserting his entire eigth inch length. Josh moans quitely because the moan was mixed with both pleasure and pain. He wanted Brendon to think he was pleasuring him completely.

Brendon slams harder and harder into Josh before grabbing Josh's manhood. He wanted Josh to have more than penetration stimulation. He stroked quickly and Josh felt himself become undone fast.

Josh fell apart on Brendon, making Brendon climax as well. They both collapse on the floor.

Brendon trailed his fingers down Josh's bicep to feel the warm trail. He felt nothing but Josh's skin and it saddened him.

Josh's body suddenly started morphing, around with the stuff near and behind him, causing Brendon to freak out. "No! No! No! No! Josh how could you do this to me?!"

Josh woke up in a cold sweat in his bed on the tour bus. He realized his sex with Brendon was a dream. Why was he seeing it from third person then?

Brendon flung up in bed immediately, looking over at Sarah. "So that was all just a dream? A silly dream.. A dream that nobody can ever figure out about. Ever.