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Wilbur always had his stupid friends over, and Tommy was starting to get sick of it.
Their dad was away on a business trip the entire Summer, and Tommy was left alone with his stupid, good for nothing, stoner, idiot, dumb fucking dickhead of a brother, Wilbur.
(If he could even be called such a thing.)
They lived in practically the middle of nowhere, in the sweltering summer heat, where Tommy was unable to meet up with his best friend, Tubbo, who lived a town away because his dad wasn’t here to drive him over, and Tommy wasn’t too sure if he would keel over and die or not if he walked for an hour or two in 36 degrees celsius weather.
Wilbur, however, had an abundance of friends to invite over and he also had an abundance of alcohol to drink with said friends.
Wilbur was twenty one, going on twenty two, with not a lot going on in his life. Sure, he had the money to buy endless amounts of Smirnoff vodka and whatever other alcohol he could get his grimy hands on, but apparently, he had no money to feed his starving fifteen year old brother.
Joy.
Tonight was another one of the nights where Wilbur would invite all his friends (Read: Technoblade, Quackity, Dream, Sapnap, George, Schlatt- all freaks, in Tommys expert opinion.) over to sit around in their living room and watch as Quackity and Sapnap try to keep their hands off one another because- ‘damnit, I know you’re drunk but with surrounded by our friends-‘ and ultimately fail, leading each of them to leave with whoever they wanted to sleep with.
See, for some reason, unbeknownst to Tommy, all Wilbur’s weirdo friends had the hots for each other, and they only went in pairs.
Dream & George
Quackity & Sapnap
Wilbur & Schlatt
Tommy was particularly disgruntled by the last pair, as they always wandered up to Wilbur’s room after everyone else had left and began viciously banging the headboard, which kept Tommy up every night. Not like he could sleep with the rowdy just-turned-adults that loved destroying their livers everyday of the week.
Once the sun had set, everything that could keep a teenage boy awake had all been thrown into a mixing pot, stirred together and given a little shake just for good measure.
Despite the night washing over the land, it was still painfully sweltering. Tommy had opened his window wide enough that a whole mariachi band could probably fit through it with all their instruments- but it hadn’t been enough.
He had thrown his covers off, took off his pyjama top, leaned his head out the window- everything you could think to cool down, but none of it had worked.
And despite his better judgement, he had come up with one, final solution.
Go down stairs to Wilbur’s freak parade, and sit in front of the fridge with a nice, cold glass of water.
He pulled his grey, worn out band-tee that was a hand-me-down from Wilbur ( gross ) over his head and exited his room. His bare feet padded on the carpet, and as he descended the stairs he could already hear the group laughing over something, the stench of alcohol in the air was almost vomit-inducing.
It was all worth it though, because the second his feet touched the cool kitchen tile, Tommy let out a sigh of relief.
“ Oh! Look who it is- Wilbur’s baby brother!” He could hear Quackity call out from behind him. Tommy rolled his eyes, ignoring the others reaction to his once-in-a-lifetime appearance to fill up a glass with tap water, before bringing it to the freezer and tugging the door open.
Tommy sat cross-legged in front of it, letting the ice cold air blow over his flushed cheeks. He placed the glass of water on one of the shelves in the freezer, hoping that it would be somewhat cool by the time the cold breeze became a little too frosty for him.
Apparently, the cold air from the freezer annoyed Wilbur so much that he had to stomp over to Tommy and attempted to close the freezer door. Wilbur was too stupid and too drunk to realise that Tommy was sitting right in front of it, meaning that all the door did was slam into Tommy’s hip.
“Ow! You dick- I’m sitting right here.” Tommy hissed at Wilbur, looking up at his older brother. “Close the fucking door, Tommy. You’re making all of us cold.” Wilbur vaguely gestured over to his friends, who had quieted down to hear the rare conversation between brothers.
“I’m too hot-“ Tommy began. “Yes you are!” Sapnap shouted back in his stupid thick Texas accent. “- ew, up in my room. I’m just cooling down, Wilbur. Calm yourself.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t care. Fuck off and find some other way to cool down.” Wilbur kicked his back lightly. Tommy twisted and pushed his leg away. Wilbur kicked him with his other foot, hard.
Tommy pushed him back with more force this time, and to drunk Wilbur, it was probably as forceful as getting hit by a freight train, so it was expected when he fell backwards onto the floor, hitting his head hard on the planks.
Wilbur growled, lifting his head and scowling at Tommy with so much hate in his eyes.
And suddenly- he started scrambling across the floor to Tommy, palms wide and grasping towards his neck-
Tommy backed up against the freezer, cold air rushing up his t-shirt-
Schlatt came up behind Wilbur and picked him up by the armpits like an angry cat. Tommy breathed a sigh of relief and let his head thunk against one of the freezer racks.
“We’re going out.” Schlatt dragged Wilbur back and nodded his head to the rest of the party. Simultaneously, each of them stood up and began to walk to the door, Tommy watched each of them trudge out with venom in his eyes.
But there was one left.
“Tech- you stay here, watch after the brat for me.” Wilbur hollered before gesturing at Schlatt to close the front door.
Technoblade stayed on the sofa, giving a meagre thumbs up over its back before turning to the TV, resuming whatever it was he was watching on it.
Tommy sighed, pushing back against the freezer and practically let his entire head feel the cold rush of ice press against his scalp.
Sure, it was a little gross. But Tommy didn’t care.
Fighting with Wilbur would throw him off for a day or two, they both began a routine of ignoring each other after an argument until Wilbur would ask him what he wanted in the take-away.
He shook himself lightly, pulling up from the freezer and grabbing his water, taking a quick sip from the cool glass. It was more than cold after being left in the freezer. Maybe he should dig out some of their old ice cubes or something-
“If you keep sticking your limbs in there, you’re going to get a cold.” A gruff voice called out from the living room.
Oh.
That one was still here. “What’s it to you?” Tommy kept his tone clipped and even. He vaguely wishes he was left alone in the house so he could wallow in his sadness by the freezer all by himself. Techno chuckled from the sofa, head still turned towards the TV which was playing some random animal documentary. “I don’t think Wilbur would be very happy if I let his baby brother catch a cold as soon as he left.” Tommy scoffed, sipping on his water. “Who cares about what Wilbur thinks.” He mumbled.
“I care whether or not you get sick.” Techno remarked. “Whatever.” Tommy huffed, walking past the pink haired freak number 7 to go back up to his room. “Come sit down here. You said it was too hot in your room, right?” Techno gestured to the empty sofa next to him.
“Not hot enough that I would rather stay down here when they come back.” Tommy had one foot on the steps when Techno called him again. “I doubt they’ll be back for a long time, Tommy. Don’t you want a drink or something?” That made Tommy still. Sure, he had been drunk before with Tubbo, but now there was absolutely no repercussions if he drank with Techno.
“Fine. But if you only have that liquor shit then I’m not drinking it.” Tommy resigned, taking a seat not to close, yet not too far from Techno. “Don’t worry, I’ll only pour you shots.” Techno pulled out a half full vodka bottle from the side of the sofa. Shot glasses with weird designs on them were left abandoned on the coffee table, and Techno filled them up one by one.
He offered the first one to Tommy, and took one by himself. Tommy hesitantly took the shot, the alcohol burning down his throat and resting in his belly. He stuck his tongue out- disgusted by the taste. “Here,” Techno handed him an opened bottle of coke. “Drink some, it will get rid of the taste.” Tommy hummed, taking a generous swig of the coke before taking the next shot that Techno had poured him.
It slowly became a motion, Techno would pour Tommy a shot- he would take it- and then down some coke after. Techno slowly stopped talking shots himself, and focused on giving Tommy more alcohol until the bottle was finished and Tommy slumped against the sofa.
“Is it hittin’ you now?” Techno asked patiently. Tommy nodded his head forward and groaned, letting his eyes slip shut, the vibrant colours from the nature documentary dancing across his cheeks. Techno filled up one last shot glass, opened Tommys mouth and poured it down.
Tommy barely reacted, eyes opening as he blurrily realised that he had somehow taken another shot, and also that Techno had kissed him right after.
“Wha’ was tha’ for?” Tommy asked, turning his head to Techno. “I just wanted to kiss you.” Techno shrugged, surprised that Tommy had even registered the sensation. Tommy hummed, moving ever closer to Techno, bright blue eyes unfocused as he looked over Technos features. “If you wanted to kiss me, you could’ve just asked.” He slumped slightly, head tilted and baring his collarbones under a band tee-shirt that was definitely too big for him.
“Can I kiss you?” Techno questioned, grabbing Tommy’s hand lightly. Tommy hummed, moving closer to Techno and curling his fingers into his hair with his free hand. Tommy missed his mouth completely in his drunk haze, but Techno moved his head to allow Tommy to get a better angle. He moved Tommys hand to his crotch, where his dick had become painfully hard just from the boy’s presence alone.
Tommys lips were not chapped in the slightest, round and puffy from the sting of alcohol, and wet from their shared saliva. Techno pushed his tongue into Tommys mouth, furthering their kiss as Tommy practically pushed him down on the sofa. He separated their kiss, eyes wandering down Wilbur’s little brother's body.
He was only in his boxers, a pair of socks and a band tee. Techno had never been turned on more by a fifteen year old until today. “Wha?” Tommy slurred. “Do you wan’ me t’ take it off?”
Techno blushed, helping Tommy pull off his tee-shirt, exposing his pale chest, dotted with dark brown beauty marks and pink nipples. Techno pulled him onto his lap, held onto his waist as the boy squirmed to get comfortable.
“God, I'm so glad I get to see you like this.” Techno began to kiss down Tommy’s neck, biting and sucking in a few places until a purple hickey blossomed on the boy's neck. He moved down to his collarbone, sucking another hickey onto his skin before he moved to his nipples.
Techno first used his fingers to run over and lightly pull the delicate buds, drinking in each of Tommy’s low mewls, the teen deciding to rest his head between Techno’s shoulder and neck as the adult worked on teasing his nipples.
He pushed Tommy back slightly, leaning his head down and licking a stripe across his nipples. Tommy, who had been disturbed from his resting spot suddenly twitched forward, arms wrapping around Techno’s shirt, the fabric being clawed up beneath his fingers.
The feel of Tommy’s small nipples being sucked in his mouth felt euphoric. Tommy seemed to be opening his eyes for him without doing much other than twitching in his lap, letting breathy moans escape his beautiful pink lips right next to his ear.
“Tech-..no..” Tommy breathed heavily, he could feel drool running down his shirt, creating a long wet spot that Techno couldn’t care less about. “Yes, Tommy?” Techno questioned, an odd softness to his voice that not even he himself has heard before, Tommy’s nipples rested in a V-shape created by his fingers as he paused, waiting for what Tommy was going to say.
“ Haaahh…. ” Tommy breathed heavily, tears catching on his long eyelashes. “Can I…” He swallowed, clearly having a hard time getting his words out. Techno pushed the boy back by his shoulders, mentally saving the divine picture of Tommy, eyes filled with tears, sunny blonde hair dishevelled, cheeks heating up with a bashful pink and the remnants of drool dripping down his neck.
How could Wilbur have hidden such a beautiful boy from the world?
Techno removed his hand from Tommy’s nipples, leaving his free hand to hold Tommy in place by his hips, in fear he would fall backwards. He brushed back a golden lock from Tommy’s face, tucking it behind his ear. “It’s ok Tommy, talk to me.” His eyes flashed with lust, the tent in his pants growing. Tommy squirmed in his lap, suddenly taking eye contact with Techno, blue eyes swimming with embarrassment.
He leaned forward, lips brushing against Techno’s ear as he asked the question: “ Can I ride you?” Tommy brought his hands up to gently grasp at the sides of Techno’s neck, pushing himself backwards.
Techno felt the heat in his abdomen swell and flare up, unable to keep the grin off his face as Tommy looked down at him, the TV behind him flashing with bright colours which illuminated his face in new, gorgeous ways.
“Of course. I want to be gentle with you.” Techno settled his grin back down into a soft smile. Tommy mimicked his smile, leaning down and kissing Techno’s lips, steading himself with the hands he still had around Techno’s neck, light as a feather, for fear he would accidentally hurt and choke the adult.
Techno used this opportunity to free his hands from Tommy’s face and hips, tugging down his pants and boxers, hissing against Tommy’s gentle kiss as cold air hit his aching cock.
Tommy, who had slightly lifted himself to allow Techno to tug off his garments settled back down onto his lap, squeezing Techno’s leaking dick in between his plump cheeks. He deepened the kiss, parting his lips and allowing Techno’s tongue to push in, the muscles twisting around each other as spit slipped down Techno’s chin, all too eager to kiss the boy and explore his mouth like there was no tomorrow. Tommy moaned into the kiss, fingers tangling in Techno’s long pink hair, pulling apart his braid in his desperation to submit himself fully to Techno, alcohol pumping through his veins as he listened to his heavy breathing, unable to feel himself or his limbs, chest flush against Techno’s shirt.
They disconnected, Techno heaving for air, watching the line of spit that connected their lips stretch and snap. He began to roughly tug off his shirt, feeling as if he was drunk himself from his much he wished to have Tommy’s lithe body pressed against every inch of his skin, dick twitching between Tommy’s ass.
Tommy looked at him with mild curiosity, mouth slightly parted and slick with each other's spit. He turned his head away, fingers slipping down from Technos hair and down to his own dick, which was feeling rather neglected.
Techno followed his movements, brushing Tommy’s hands away from his half-flaccid dick. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you soon enough. But right now, I just want you to help me.” He placed his hands on Tommy’s ass, feeling his dick slip out from between the cheeks as he spread Tommy’s ass, fingers surely leaving indents as he moulded them in his hands, squeezing and squishing them. Tommy nodded eagerly, hands rising back up to Techno’s shoulders as he kissed around the man’s lips, kissing his eyebrow, his nose and his cheeks as gently as he could, stopping every few seconds to catch his breath that was being stolen with each squish of his ass.
“Are you a virgin?” Techno suddenly asked, Tommy pulled back slightly to look at his face. Techno didn’t look over at him, too focused on Tommy’s round and plump backside. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to hold back if he ever saw Tommy again. Tommy hummed, moving to Techno’s neck, laying his head there. His eyelashes brushed against skin. “W..Wilb’ tried t’ take it from me.. bu’ I would never let him.” Tommy mumbled. Techno suddenly stilled from his odd daze, a sense of pride welling in his chest before shooting right back down to his dick.
He beat Wilbur.
He was going to take his little brothers virginity.
Techno turned his head, kissing Tommy’s curls, watching intently as Tommy arched his back, giving Techno an even better view of his prize. “You’re such a good boy.” Tommy whined softly at the praise. “Keeping yourself fresh and pure just for me.” Tommy nodded weakly against his neck.
“Can you do me a favour?” Techno asked, having the urge to bury his cock into Tommy and pump him full of his cum until he didn’t know his own name. “Suck on my fingers, treasure.” Tommy’s eyes sparkled at the nickname, immediately opening his mouth and waiting patiently for Techno to stick his two fingers in.
When he did, Tommy wasted no time, beginning to suck and swirl his tongue around Techno’s long, scarred fingers. Techno groaned, watching Tommy’s lips move up and down his fingers, his cock was undoubtedly standing up straight at this point, more blood rushing to it as Tommy reached his knuckles, wet lips dragging over them, no problem or audible gag as Techno felt his fingers touch the back of Tommys throat, wishing desperately for his cock to be roughly fucked down that throat. There was always next time, he supposed.
Once his fingers had been adequately coated in Tommy’s own spit, he brought them down to Tommy's hole, already partially slicked by Techno’s precum. He circled around the rim with his index fingers, Tommy whined and twitched in delight, moving his hips in a circle as if to invite Techno’s fingers into his virgin hole.
His stomach rubbed against the tip of Technos dick, at that, Techno pushed the first finger in, moving around in a circle inside Tommy’s warmth, listening to Tommy’s quiet moans and hot breath against his neck. He couldn’t stop picturing the moment those quiet moans turned into screams.
Once he felt Tommy had been stretched out a little, he pushed the second finger in, Tommy moaned, thrusting forward into Techno’s body as the long finger poked and pushed at his insides, stretching and preparing him for the girth that was inevitably going to be pushed into him.
Techno pulled his fingers, believing the virgin to be adequately stretched out so the sudden intrusion wouldn’t be too painful.
He couldn’t wait anymore, he gave Tommy a quick kiss before prodding his leaking tip against his hole, Tommy cried out, wrapping his arms around Techno’s back and practically heaving himself again him- not that Techno minded, of course, Tommy was a featherweight.
“That’s it, treasure, g-good boy…” Techno breathed heavily, pushing his dick further into Tommy until he had reached his balls, hoping distantly that one day, he would be able to force his balls inside the teen too.
Tommy groaned in agony, the pain all too stimulating as Techno’s girth almost seemed like it was pushing against his stomach- until he looked down.
There was Techno’s large cock, pressing an indent into his skin from the inside. Tommy snaked a hand down in disbelief, pressing down on the lump in his belly, body twitching in delight. Techno moaned lowly at the heat surrounding his aching dick. “Do that- hah- do that again.” He tossed his head back, breathing heavily ans trying to keep his moans in order as Tommy rubber and pressed against his dick that was nestled warmly in his guts.
“You’re filling m’ up, T’chno.” Tommy nibbled at his jaw, back curling over Techno’s body that was radiating a comfortable heat. “I’ll make you feel even fuller. ” Techno grabbed Tommys chin, locking him in a passionate kiss as he began to thrust upwards, cock dragging against Tommy’s tight, virgin hole.
God, this was better than any girl or any fleshlight he had ever used before. Tommy was addicting.
He had Tommy moaning and whimpering his nail, the boy parting their kiss as Techno’s thrusts slowed down. Tommy pushed away from him, eyes foggy with his mouth open, spit dripping down his lip.
“I… ‘m gonna make y’ cum. ” Tommy tilted his head with a sly smile on his lips. Techno let a wily look cross his face. “Are you sure about that?” Tommy nodded slowly, as if his head was so full with cotton that he could barely feel his own movements.
Tommy slowly began to move his hips, dragging Techno’s cock along his insides as he did so. “A-Ah!” He squealed, lifting his tight ass into the air, before slamming back down onto his dick. “Fuck..!” Techno breathed out, tossing his head back in euphoria.
Tommy repeated the tantalising motions of dragging his warm walls up and down Technos length, increasing his speed until he and Techno were moaning loud enough for the neighbours down the street to hear.
Techno’s muscular arms flung around his waist, squeezing his curves and rubbing his arched back, attempting to find purchase on Tommys young body, his limits being pushed as he held onto his cum, not wanting the moment with Wilbur’s little brother to end.
Until, Tommy’s own movement of his hips became sloppy, breathing heavily and moaning Technoblade’s name. “Fuck! ‘M gonna cum!” Tommy cried, whining loudly. “Mm.. Techno you’re..ah! You’re so fucking hot. ” Tommy groaned practically into his ear, planting a kiss on the side of his lips.
At those few words from Tommy, he shot into the teenager, load filling up Tommy as he shook, vision turning white. Tommy screamed above him, feeling the white ropes paint over his insides. Techno panted out a breath, grabbing Tommy’s dick and jerking it a couple of times until the boy came too, bones turning to jelly, falling into Techno’s arms and melting against the older man’s heat.
His dick sprung out from Tommy’s hole with a small pop!, cum still lazily seeping out from its tip.
He swiped some up with his finger, turning Tommy’s head from his chest and pushing his cum-coated finger into his mouth. Tommy closed his eyes, sucking slowly on Techno’s long index finger. He breathed hot air onto the man’s hand, making him tingle with shivers crawling up his body.
“You’re such a good boy, Tommy. Taking my cock and riding me- fuck, Wilbur made the best decision of his life leaving me here with you.” He pulled his finger out, wiping it off on the sofa before carding his fingers gently through Tommys hair. Tommy just hummed sleepily beside him, seemingly asleep before Techno could even attempt to clean him up.
Techno sighed, lifting the boy's lithe body up into his arms and stomping upstairs towards the bathroom. It wasn’t too much of a task to wash the boy’s body free of his cum, especially between his legs and ass. He even did Tommy a favour by wiping his weeping dick clean.
As much as he would like to leave his own scent all over Tommy for Wilbur to figure out on his own, questions would come flooding the second Wilbur returned, so it would be best to come clean with the truth when the opportunity arises.
He took Tommy’s band t-shirt and boxers to the bathroom before slipping them onto Tommy’s body, wishing desperately to see him without any garment on as soon as possible. Picking the teenager up bridal style, Techno brought him to his room, which was marginally cleaner than Wilbur’s, and laid him to rest on his pillow and blanket riddled bed.
Flopping back down on the couch, he awaited eagerly for Wilbur’s return, ready to spill every last detail about how he had deflowered his virgin little brother.
Wilbur stumbled into the living room just as the sun had begun to rise. Luckily for Technoblade, he brought none of his other friends to hear about what he had done. He still gloated in his victory, a smug smile twisting his features. He could see Wilbur stumble around his own home with a quirk in his brow, seemingly looking for something.
“Wh’rs Tommy?” He slurred, although Techno doubted that he was still heavily drunk, maybe just a little tipsy at this hour of the day and probably just tired from whatever manic partying he had gotten into in his absence.
“Tommy’s upstairs, asleep. He probably won’t wake up for a while.” Techno shrugged, not taking his eyes from the TV as Wilbur bent down into the fridge, grabbing a water bottle. “Why? ‘S he sick?” He brought it to his mouth, taking a generous gulp.
“No. We had sex. It wore him out and he went to sleep right away.”
Wilbur dropped his water bottle and let it roll across the kitchen tile.
“W-what?” He said clearly. That sure sobered him up. “Yeah. You probably shouldn’t bother him by waking him up.” He turned his head against his will just to see Wilbur’s shocked face, cheeks reddening with oncoming anger and he drank.it.in.
“You did WHAT?!” Wilbur suddenly stomped towards him, avoiding the water spill and yanking Techno up by the collar, although he was quite weak so Techno managed to stand just by himself.
“I took your brother's virginity.” Techno let his grin show, full of teeth and pride.
“He’s quite sweet, you know. Was more than eager to take my dick.” He tilted his head, pink hair falling in front of his eyes. Wilbur shook with anger, fury burning in his brown eyes.
“Just who the fuck do you-“ Wilbur began, but was cut off by light steps on the stairs and a groggy voice calling out- “Wilb?”
Tommy emerged from behind the wall, just after descending the stairs, rubbing his eyes. He was still dressed in his band tee and boxers, looking ruffled as he regarded the two men with curious blue eyes.
“What the fuck are you two doing?” He squinted and delivered his sentence with as much teenage sass as he could muster at 6am.
“Agh.” Tommy waved his hand, shaking his head as he turned towards the kitchen, filling a glass of water up from the tap. “If you’re going to fight or- makeout or whatever you’re doing, do it quietly and preferably outside.” He took a quick sip of his drink.
Wilbur and Techno stood like statues, frozen in place as they struggled to grasp the situation in front of them.
Did Techno really fuck Tommy? Was he lying? Or did Tommy just forget the events of the night?
Tommy lowered the glass from his lips. “ What?” He demanded, eyebrows furrowing. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Wilbur slowly let Techno’s collar fall from his grasp, fully twisting around to face Tommy instead of peering at him with disbelief from over his shoulder.
“Nothing. It’s nothing, Tommy. Just go back to sleep.” Wilbur shook his head, looking to the floor, not sure what to think of his fifteen-year-old brother anymore.
“Whatever, you weirdo.” Tommy dumped the water he didn’t drink down the drain and placed his glass inside the sink.
“My back hurts like crazy, and I can’t fucking walk so just go do your shit somewhere else for today.” Was all Tommy said before he disappeared back up the stairs, but not before Wilbur had caught sight of white liquid running down his inner thigh.
He gasped, turning towards Techno.
“Sorry Wilbur. I won.” He grabbed his coat and turned on his heel, stalking out of the house with Wilbur’s dumbfounded expression imprinted into his mind-
Along with the feeling of Tommy’s tight, virgin walls, of course.