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Dave shifts on his mattress uncomfortably, the sticky texas heat keeping him from slipping away into dreamland. He sits up, groggily pawing at his eyes, rubbing the blurriness from them. The apartment creaks, the sound of keys fumbling with a lock manages to wake him up. Bro must be home, finally.
The younger strider looks to the blinking electronic light on his alarm clock (of which he never uses). 2:32 am. Great. He doubts his brother brought back anything to eat. The floorboards shift beneath Bro, the blunt tap, tap, tap of his feet sounding clumsy. Must've been drinking, dave thought.
"Kid," came floating beneath the door, the rough voice mixing with the humid air being spun around in Dave's room. Of course, bro comes in without waiting for a reply, the scent of alcohol hitting the younger like a slap to the face.
Bro stumbles into daves room, the creak, creak, creak, all too familiar. "Hey, chickadee," he drawls, pausing to inhale the musty stench of sweaty teenage boy. "Sorry 'm home so late.. can i make it up to ya?" the taller blonde murmurs, sitting on the edge of his little brother's bed.
Squirming uncomfortably under his brothers gaze, dave clears his suddenly dry throat. "Uh, no thanks, bro." he replies, the lazer-like stare from behind bro's shades burning through him, making him feel exposed.
"D'aw, c'mon, lil bro," The older man hiccups, crawling closer to dave like a moth to a flame. Except, now it was more like a fly to a pile of a teenage boy's dirty laundry.
Pinned beneath his bro, figuratively and literally, dave wriggles around, trying to separate himself from the hot press of the larger Man's chest. "dude," dave grumbles as bro presses his face into the junction of his neck, the sharp curve of his nose resting against daves racing pulse.
"Y'smell good." bro muses, the heated press of his hips settling between Dave's reluctantly spread thighs. "Needed this, y'know.." the older trails off, hips twitching forward in an attempt to hold back. "couldn't stop thinkin' of ya, sweetheart." he groans, strained voice muffled by Dave's freckle dotted skin.
Dave hums awkwardly, thigh moving to hook around bro's hip. "um. thanks, dude." he says, bro's warm hand sliding beneath his pajama shirt. The rough calloused texture sliding along Dave's ribs causes him to shudder, the grip on his torso only tightening in reply.
Bro smirks lazily, rolling his hips forward to press against dave. The hardening bulge nestles against Dave's own, drawing a breathy gasp from the younger.
"c'mere, kiddo," Bro murmurs, clumsily cupping the back of his little brother's sweaty head, pulling him into a sloppy kiss.
The alcohol-tinged taste of bro's spit slips into Dave's mouth, the prodding tongue licking along his back teeth. Bro sucks the smaller boys bottom lip into his mouth, biting down gently, careful not to hurt him despite wanting to rail him into oblivion. dave grunts softly, wiggling his hips to stutter upwards, a shared huff of pleasure floating from between their connected lips.
Seemingly enjoying it, bro takes dave's behavior as a sign to keep it going, free hand sliding around to grip the flesh of his little brother's ass, kneading it as he pulls dave closer. Bro breaks the kiss, a string of combined saliva connecting the brothers' swollen lips. He returns to his place in the crook of dave's neck, licking along the protruding collarbones and soft jawline.
"Fuck, sugar. Y' feel so damn good." left bro's mouth as dave greedily sucked the cooling saliva down, sweaty arms draping around his older brother's neck. The heated press of dave's little cock felt like heaven against bro's own, the friction of pajama and denim causing it to feel all the better.
Dave lets out an incoherent murmur, spine curving to huddle closer. Jerking off to some random porn he found never felt this good. Maybe it was the taboo-ness of the situation. Or the act of grinding against his older brothers dick. Probably both. The scenarios play into eachother anyways.
His boxers damp, the constant friction of wet fabric against heated skin causing dave to whimper. The slight pain of his chafed dick makes him cling to his big brother, seeking out comfort. "Doin' so good, davey." Bro grunts, hips snapping forward to thrust against dave, seeking release. "gon' make me cum so hard, darlin'."
The idea of making his older brother cum makes Dave's thoughts go fuzzy, the only thing he can focus on being the constant movements mimicking sex. He cranes his neck, latching onto Bros shoulder, pathetically suckling at the rough skin, trying to push him closer to the edge.
Bro shudders, hand cupping Dave's head, pressing him closer. Encouraging him to make it bruise. Dave drags his teeth along the reddening flesh, breath hitching as he feels bro's dick twitch against his own.
"Fuuuuuuckk.." Bro huffs, pelvis grinding against dave as he soaks his boxers, the sticky cum clinging to his flesh. Dave groans, humping against the older blonde, panting as he cums as well. He lays back dizzily, bro collapsing on top of him, the sticky apartment air causing dave to feel just as hot as before, maybe even worse!
A hot chill is sent along his spine as the rough scratch of stubble shifts along his throat, bro's face still nuzzled against his little brother.