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It happens by accident. Mother tells him to get Jace for dinner and he goes obligingly. What he sees, however, blurs the boundaries of their brotherhood irrevocably.
Sitting at his desk, headphones on, is Jace —— oblivious that Luke has walked into his room.
His brother’s chair shakes a little like he’s moving rapidly. Twitching. Lucerys angles his head and sees bare bodies flash across his brother’s computer scene.
His cheeks flush hot.
Moreso he sees the blur of a closed fist pumping up and down.
Stepping closer, Lucerys blanches at the daunting jut of his brother’s penis, long and thick and pulsing hot in his hand.
Why was it so… big? He’d never felt their two year age difference as greatly as he does now. Jace had begun to fill out, shoulders and arms and…cock, apparently.
He feels warm all over.
He tenses as Jace’s hand glides up toward the tip, finger tweaking around the broad head, making it leak down his shaft; translucent fluid trickles down snaking veins like boughs in the earth.
Lucerys’ mouth starts to water.
Briefly, his gaze flits back to the screen where naked bodies writhe.
Two bodies. Two men .
Oh. He licks his lips.
He swallows thickly, watching as one man holds the other, smaller man by his narrow little hips thrusting his meaty erection into his hole. The camera angle switches promptly to the smaller man’s hole being stretched tight around the cock buried deep. His round ass is perfect and pale and he gasps as a large hand gives it a slap.
Luke fidgets with the hem of his sweater.
He stares at Jace again, he can’t help it. He watches as his brother’s grip fluctuates as he smooths down in a long stroke from root to tip.
“Fuck, baby ,” his brother groans, eyes fixed on the screen, head thrown back, mouth hanging open. Lucerys feels his heart leap in a panicked thrill.
His heavy, thick cock is twitching. His smooth, bloated balls were drawing tight with every pump.
On the screen, the smaller man holds his gaping pink hole open, the rim fluttering around his fingers as the larger man strokes his thick cock over his entrance.
The fat pink head dips in teasingly, stretching him before pulling out. The smaller man’s thighs tremble.
Luke squirms where he stands, hard in his jeans.
He’s chewing his lower lip, whining through his teeth for reasons he couldn’t explain.
Jace’s thighs tense, he’s thrusting into his hand and Luke finds himself reaching for his brother’s cock until he’s caught…
His brother half leaps out of his chair with a startled shout at the sight of him.
“What the fuck!” Jace is shoving at Luke’s chest with one hand and clicking his mouse rapidly with the other.
“Don’t you knock?” His brother huffs, his face red as he hurriedly pulls up his pants, his throbbing cock hidden from sight, barely. There’s an undeniable tent in his pants that Luke can’t properly avoid.
“What the fuck, Luke?”
“Dinner is…”
His brother blows out an exasperated sigh, raking a hand through his sweat-dampened curls.
“Yeah, whatever, just get out-“
The door closes in Lucerys’ face before he can comprehend that Jace had hauled him out.
It isn’t until he’s walking down the stairs that he realizes both men in the video had dark hair.
A day hadn’t passed when he wasn’t thinking of what he had seen in Jace’s room.
He barges into his brother’s room unannounced as many times as he could get away with, slavering for another glimpse…
His next time, however, is one time too many. He’s pinned to the wall with Jace’s closed fist inches from his face.
Lucerys knows why, he’d found a boundary and blatantly pushed past it. Repeatedly. Selfishly. But they were Targaryen, he didn’t think they had boundaries. How could he be blamed for wanting more once he’d gotten a taste?
He stares at his brother’s clenched fist. He tries not to picture that fist stroking Jace’s long, thick cock.
Distractions aside, the pressing matter is still at hand —— his brother is livid.
And for the first time in his life, Lucerys thinks his brother might hurt him. That Jace might hurt him.
Luke whimpers and tries to wriggle away only for Jacaerys to force him back against the wall with a thud. The clear disparity in their strength makes the hair on his arms stand on end. Jace could do anything to him.
His brother’s fierce expression wavers for a moment.
Jace releases him with a sigh.
“Sit.” Jace says and so Luke chooses the less nuclear option and avoids the desk chair in favor of his bed.
Luke folds his hands in his lap, trying not to fidget nervously beneath his brother’s stern gaze.
“What is it?” Jace asks, taking a seat on the bed too.
“What is what?” Luke asks coyly. He defaults to blinking his big doe eyes at his older brother. But Jace had been the first to master the technique, hell, he had taught Luke how to do it. He was invulnerable to such tactics.
“Cute.” His brother says mockingly, and so the compliment leaves a sour taste in his mouth.
“Answer the question.”
“J, I don’t know what you’re asking.”
“What do you want , hm? Why do you keep coming in here?”
“Now I can’t spend time with you?”
“Luke-“
He can feel Jace’s temper swelling again.
“Don’t play dumb.”
“I’m not!”
His brother lunges at him, there’s a knee holding him down, forcing all the air from his lungs. Luke starts leaking through his briefs when he realizes just how close they are. His brother’s body looms over him, caging him in…
He tries to wriggle away, hips sliding up, but Jace pins him flat. Their breath shoots out in fast, short bursts.
“I-“ Luke croaks, face flushed and a little dizzy, sweat sticking between his shoulder blades, “I wanna see it again.”
Jace backs off instantly and Luke is left staring at the ceiling, tears swimming in his eyes.
“Seven Hells, Luke…” Jace huffs.
Dread sits like a lump in his throat, terrified that he’d made his favorite person hate him.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He blathers, unable to stop the fear from pouring out.
Jace almost laughs and that makes him feel dirtier than before; a spectacle meant to mock.
Jace is touching him and he’s certain it won’t be long until he’s thrown out of his brother’s room again, condemned for his desire.
“You want it, huh?” Jace asks, his breathing rough and shallow.
“J, it was a joke, I don’t want it, I don’t-“
Luke babbles, still choking on his tears. He does want it. He wants it so badly. He wants to do everything he’d seen in the video and he wants Jace to do it with him. He’d hold himself open and let Jace fill him up.
“You can’t take that back, Luke.”
His brother’s warm hand wraps around his bony wrist and tugs Luke’s hand to somewhere warmer .
He’s still crying when he discerns where his brother has guided him.
The flesh he feels under his fingers is smooth and warm and taut. It leaps at the barest contact and Luke gasps.
He careens up, dizzy and with swollen eyes to find his delicate little fingers struggling to contain his brother’s girth.
The sound that leaves him is wanton —— primal in the purest sense.
His brother’s lips are at his cheek, kissing away his tears. Jace’s smile is blinding.
“Baby, if you wanted it,” His brother’s broad fingers lead him to the spots he likes to be touched, “you could’ve asked.”
Baby. Lucerys’ body is humming. He thinks of the men in the video, both with dark hair. Like him. And Jace.
Luke tweaks around the broad head like he’d seen Jace do and watches his elder brother’s expression melt with a sigh. His plush mouth parts and Luke desperately wants to press his tongue inside.
“J,” he warbles, with rapid blinks of his doe eyes, coquettish lower lip pulled between his teeth, “can I play with it?”
“Mm,” his brother sighs, lounging back on his bed with a contented smile, “knock yourself out, but if you make a mess, you have to clean it.”
Luke grins. That sounded more than fair to him.
“Promise.”
Lucerys says, holding up a little finger full of sincerity. And laying flat upon his back, big cock lazing to one side, all thick with blood, Jace locks their fingers together.
“Promise, you little freak.”
Luke giggles.
He’d never been so happy to get caught.