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It wasn't often any of them got the house to themselves for very long, least of all Edwin. He had it all planned out, picked the perfect day to play sick, their mother should be helping out at the church for at least another hour, she dragged Mace along with her, Tobias… would almost certainly be studying with Nina… like he did almost every day now. He tried not to think about it too hard, he had better things to be imagining than whatever those two might be doing together.
Edwin rummaged through the dirty clothes hamper in the bathroom until he found one of Toby's used button downs, he held it close to his face for a moment inhaling deep. Yes, this would do. He retreated back to the room he shared with his brothers, uncomfortably quiet in their absence. He stripped himself down completely before slipping on his brother's shirt, letting it hang open, far too large for his young frame.
The mix of anticipation and Tobias' scent were already enough to get him excited. He couldn't stifle a delighted giggle as he returned to his bed, straddling his pillow and grinding against it eagerly. He tried to pace himself, he never lasted long but he wanted to take his time with this. His sensitive cock, already leaking precum, seemed to have other plans. He at least wanted to get properly absorbed in a fantasy first.
He imagined it clearly, Toby's hard cock pressed to his own, one of his hands teasing Edwin's nipples with cool fingertips that would leave them stiff and sensitive, the other wrapped around both their cocks as he eagerly rutted against him, a reward for being so patient over the years. Edwin laid forward, burying his face in his arms, thoroughly enjoying the smell of Tobias left on the shirt sleeves as he desperately humped the pillow. He imagined what Toby would say. I'm so sorry, Eddy, I don't know why I thought I could ever love anyone else. It's always been you, I'll leave her, I promise, I love you, Eddy, I love you so much more than I could ever even say. Edwin whined desperately wanting to last just a little longer.
"Toby, Toby, please, I love you, I love you, just a little more, please, Toby." Edwin babbled, already at the brink of climax. "Oh, fuck, Toby, I love you!" He cried out as it hit him, the most intense it had ever been in his admittedly limited experience. He could feel his cum coating his chest and stomach as he rode it out until its end. He didn't care, the mess was worth it.
Edwin took a moment to catch his breath, his head still down. When he finally rose he was shocked into silence, face to face with Tobias who seemed to be having a very similar reaction.
Edwin broke the silence first. "How— how long have you been there?" He asked, holding back the urge to cry.
"Long enough." Tobias said awkwardly. "I uh— heard most of it I think." He answered honestly, looking away sheepishly.
The tears began to fall, unable to hold them back. "I'm sorry, please don't hate me, Toby! I— I need you, please don't hate me!" He begs.
Tobias rushed over, seeming to pay no mind to Edwin's state of undress. He cupped Edwin's face gently, wiping away as many of the tears as he could with his thumb. There was that same genuine concern in Tobias' eyes there always was when he cried. "I don't hate you, Eddy. I could never hate you. I just…"
There was a flash of fear and shame in Tobias' eyes, his breathing growing heavy, slightly panicked, before he leaned in. He kissed Edwin softly at first, then rougher, then pushed him back onto the bed as he explored Edwin's mouth with his tongue, groaning into him. He'd never been kissed before and would have never wanted the first to be with anyone else. It was perfect.
With the change of angle, Tobias on top of him, Edwin noticed a certain feeling, something pressed to his thigh. They parted, gasping for air. "Toby… are you hard?" Edwin asked, both anxious and excited.
"I um… yeah." Tobias didn't look him in the eye as he spoke. "I mean, you have always known how to put on a good show. Didn't know that extended to things like this but I guess I shouldn't be surprised." He laughed nervously, trying his best to be casual, to pretend his hard cock wasn't being pressed into his brother's thigh.
Edwin was quiet for a moment, struggling to process that this was real. "Toby, can I help?" He asked nervously.
At first it looked like Tobias was going to say no, but his eyes raked over Edwin's mostly nude body again and whatever willpower he may have had before completely evaporated. "Thighs." He forced out. "Can I use your thighs, Eddy?"
"J— just tell me what to do, I'm yours, Toby." Edwin replied excitedly.
The heavy blush already covering Tobias' face spread down his neck as he spoke. "Okay," He let out a shaky breath. "Okay, so, lay on your side, facing away from me, I'll put… it, between your thighs, okay?" He sounded as anxious as Edwin would expect but there was also something… giddy about it, almost. Had he thought about this before?
Edwin complied eagerly, facing away he could still hear that Tobias was fumbling with his belt trying to get it off too quickly. His breath hitched as he felt the bed shift with Tobias' weight, then the warmth of him behind him. He felt Toby's cock poking at the back of his thighs, slicked with something, probably spit. Tobias groaned into his ear as it slipped between his legs. Edwin watched where the head poked through on the other side as Tobias started thrusting at a slow, steady pace.
"Does it feel good, Toby?" Edwin asked, heart pounding.
"Yes, baby, you feel so fucking good." Tobias practically moaned.
Baby. Oh he liked that.
Edwin's breath hitched as he felt Tobias' hand move to his chest. As he began to lightly tease his nipple Edwin failed to stifle a moan, the cool fingertips just as pleasurable as he'd imagined. He could feel Toby's cock twitch between his thighs.
"God, why do you have to be so sexy, Eddy. I shouldn't be doing this, fuck I really shouldn't be doing this." Tobias whined but didn't stop or even slow the thrusting of his hips. "Make that sound again, baby, please." He begged, pinching the nipple roughly, getting exactly what he asked for as Edwin moaned loudly for him.
"I love you." Edwin whimpered, overwhelmed and the happiest he could ever remember being. There was no reply but Tobias sped up quickly, thrusts becoming sloppier, less controlled. His hand moved to squeeze at Edwin's thigh, fingernails digging in lightly. His breaths ragged now, desperate.
"I'm— I'm close, Eddy." Tobias whined. "Fuck, baby, I'm really fucking close."
Edwin watched, transfixed, as his brother's cum sullied the sheets and his thighs. Tobias groaned into his ear, a beautiful sound Edwin wanted to commit to memory and never forget as long as he lived.
Edwin pulled Tobias' hand to his chest, over his heart. "I love you, Toby." He smiled, though that smile started to fade as he heard nothing in return. After a moment he felt Tobias' hand begin to shake. "Toby?"
He heard Tobias, barely a whisper. "Jesus Christ, what the hell have I done?"
"Toby?" Edwin's voice shook with anxiety.
Tobias forced himself away from him quickly, falling to the floor. When Edwin turned to look at him he could see he was breathing rapidly, bordering on hyperventilating.
"Toby, please?" Edwin reached towards him and he flinched, backing away before he could make contact.
"God, fuck, I'm so sorry, Edwin." Tobias rasped. "This never should have happened. Don't— don't tell anyone about this, ever, okay? Please?"
"Toby?" He felt tears streaming down his cheeks, the usual concern in Tobias' eyes completely absent, replaced with an almost animal fear. "Toby, please— please come back, I love you." He begged, voice cracking.
Tobias' eyes shot towards the door as they both heard the sound of jangling keys and the muffled voices of Mace and their mother. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Tobias hurriedly righted his clothing before frantically buttoning the shirt Edwin had stolen, pulling a blanket quickly over his lower half and shoving the discarded clothing under the bed.
Everything was more or less in order by the time their mother opened the bedroom door. "Oh, Tobias, I thought you'd be studying with Nina." She said warmly.
"Hey, Ma. I heard Eddy was sick so I came straight home."
She looked over to Edwin, her brow creasing in worry at his flushed and sweaty state. She knelt down beside him pressing the back of her hand to his forehead. "A bit feverish. I'm sorry I left you alone, honey, if it were this bad before I'd have stayed home." She pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.
"It's okay, Mama, Toby was taking care of me…" Edwin hoped the slight crack in his voice would simply pass for illness.
She sighed looking at Tobias. "I'm sorry you have to take care of so much around here."
"It's alright, Ma, I know you don't feel too good most days."
She gave him a sympathetic smile and turned to Mace who had remained standing in the doorway. "Matty, honey, could you get him a glass of water?" He shrugged in response but seemed to be heading towards the kitchen anyway.
As everything seemed to fall into place more or less like it always was, Edwin watched Tobias, watched every little movement, watched the way the warm light of the sunset reflected off his hair, the faint lingering of blush on his cheeks. That tight, painful, yearning in his chest fell into place more or less like it always was too, an unending brutal ache.
He loved him.