“This is quite forward,” Brian quipped, pleasantly stunned by how forcibly Quinten undid his belt buckle and yanked down the zipper of his jeans. He leaned up on his elbows to watch him, his heart hammering away at the sight. He only had a chub at that point, but with the rate his brother was going, it wouldn’t stay that way for long.
“I’m doing what you told me to do,” Quinten answered back. Finished with his task of unfastening Brian’s jeans, he glanced up and winked, the action much more natural than the one Brian coerced him into performing. Cuter, too. “I’m showing you how much I want it,” he added, one hand stroking up Brian’s inner thigh while the other gently ran a thumb against the growing wet spot in his briefs.
Brian’s eyelids fluttered. “Oh yeah?” And before he could think things through, continued with, “You want your brother’s cock in your mouth that badly?”
Quinten flicked his eyes up, stunned by the dirty talk; he recovered quickly with a breathy laugh. “What I want is a nice, big cock and yours is definitely one. It doesn’t matter to me who it’s attached to.” Continuing to smile, he rubbed his cheek against the mound in Brian’s underwear, the heat and proximity of his face causing Brian to lift his hips to be closer. He couldn’t help himself. His brother’s enthusiasm for it this time was quite the turn on. “Seems like I’m not the only one eager for me to suck your dick.”
Brian blushed. “What can I say, you sucked it so good last night, I’m excited for a repeat.”
Quinten shot him another wink, that one heavily exaggerated, and straightened up. “All right, enough pillow talk. Lift your hips.”
Brian complied, allowing Quinten to pull his pants down until they cleared his ankles, leaving him in his turtleneck and tight gray briefs, the latter of which was straining to contain his hardening cock. Quinten appraised the vivid outline of his trapped genitals with intent focus, the playful smile long gone and his pupils expanding so quickly that Brian stupidly wondered if his irises had always been black.
Quinten’s reaction was throwing Brian for a loop. Last night he’d been so disinterested in disrobing him, but now he seemed positively hungry for it. Watching Quinten swallow down saliva, Brian couldn’t help but wonder if this was merely practice, or something more. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words died in his throat as Quinten peeled down the elastic waistband of his briefs and freed the blunt tip of his cock. A bead of precum escaped from the slit but Quinten pursued it without hesitancy and lapped it up, his eyelashes fluttering low over his cheeks.
“Quin,” Brian murmured, his face warm as his sibling traced the shape of his cockhead with his tongue then pressed soft lips against the slit in a lingering kiss.
Quinten pulled away to lick his lips clean of the precum sticking to them, a hum of pleasure escaping him as he did so. Brian watched the tip of his tongue swipe left and right, all too ready for him to continue. He got his wish quick enough when Quinten grabbed hold of the band of his underwear and pulled it down until he could tuck it beneath Brian’s tightened ballsack. Quinten’s eyes flicked up as he dragged his lips down the length of Brian’s swollen shaft in a torturously slow manner, the kisses featherlight but doing their job of filling Brian with anticipation. When he reached the frenulum, Quinten leisurely circled his balls one after the other with his wet tongue, a move that Brian didn’t remember telling him to try, and further surprised him by easing one globe inside of his mouth to gently suck on it, his tongue slathering caresses against the wrinkly skin of his sack. The other he rolled between his slender fingers, treating it like a delicate egg seconds from shattering.
By the time he leaned back to admire his handiwork, Brian’s cock was fully hard and standing at a nearly ninety-degree angle to his stomach. The head was dribbling fluid all over the bottom of his sweater, but at that point, he didn’t give a shit.
“Was the foreplay better this time?” Quinten tentatively broke the silence.
Brian blinked at him, his head fuzzy even though Quinten had barely gotten started. “It’s a start.”
“Oh, shut up.” Laughter colored his words, making Brian smile like a dope. “All right, I’m going in.”
Brian didn’t respond to that. He merely watched his brother like a hawk as Quinten firmly grabbed his cock by the base and aimed it for his open mouth. There was no hesitation as he fed it between his lips, the girth easily stretching them wide until it reminded Brian of a snake inhaling a bird’s egg. There was something about this angle that made it look ten times hotter. That, and Quinten was staring back at him as he sunk deeper and deeper until the head made contact with the back of his throat, prompting a retreat.
Despite all the bitching he’d been doing, Brian felt disappointed that Quinten was taking his time.
“Okay?” he asked, his voice rough.
Quinten hummed as he pulled off. “Yeah.” Instead of immediately going for it again, he wrapped his hand securely around his brother and started stroking him off, his pace methodical and controlled. Brian grunted, his hips jerking into it. “I’m gonna do what I did last time and play with your dick until I feel ready.” He paused, weighing his next words, then said, “You’ve been staring at me the whole time.” He didn’t say it like it bothered him, more like an observation, but Brian felt chided all the same.
“Sorry-”
“Keep doing it,” Quinten hastily interrupted. “I love watching the way your eyes dilate and everything. Kinda cool.”
Kinda cool. Right.
“Yours do the same, but… I think it’s kinda hot.” Feeling a touch self-conscious about his words, Brian wet his dry lips. “Does that weird you out? Me saying that?”
“No.” Quinten smiled up at him, his eyes crinkling attractively at the corners, “It actually lifts my mood.”
Brian merely nodded. He believed his brother, but a new question popped up, that time to himself: why had he told Quinten that in the first place? He should have just kept his mouth shut, because now he was quietly fretting that he had, in fact, weirded out his brother and that Quinten was being polite to help him save face.
If there was one thing to take comfort in, it was that what they were doing was already beyond weird for two brothers, and that whatever things they said to one another in the throes of sex wouldn’t leave past their bedroom doors. And once Quinten goes back to his boyfriend, they can put all of this behind them. He low-key wondered if he could meet the guy, see if he really was good for Quinten or a total sleazeball. With his brother’s vague retelling of things, it was difficult to piece together a halfway decent picture. Whatever-his-name-is might be a decent guy and not the asshole Brian made him out to be.
But what if he was? What then?
“Brian?”
Brian rapidly blinked his eyes into focus. Quinten was giving him a miffed look, his hand stationary around his now flaccid cock. Instead of being mortified that he’d gone completely soft, Brian was flabbergasted. Had he seriously been that lost in thought?
“Oh, er…”
“If you didn’t like it you could have said something,” Quinten told him while uselessly flopping it back and forth. His unimpressed expression made the entire thing unnecessarily funny.
“I liked it, I promise!”
“Not sure I believe you.”
“I did,” Brian said firmly. He didn’t want them to fight again, especially not because of his own stupidity in letting his mind wander to other people. “You relaxed me.”
Quinten considered that before lowering his raised hackles. “You did look zoned out… at first I thought you were disassociating, that maybe…”
“I wasn’t,” Brian assured him, eyes wide with realization. Something in his chest squeezed painfully at the mere idea that his brother thought he was imagining someone else. Technically he was, but not like that. “I like that it’s you, Quin.”
Quinten outright blushed and ducked his head down, the gesture insanely cute. Brian liked that he could make that happen, that his sincerity was entirely readable and hadn’t come across as a poor attempt at salvaging the situation. Which it totally wasn’t, he meant every word. His brother, while the occasional thorn in his side, was someone he cared deeply about. They could fight, lie, ignore one another, and disagree on a million things, and Brian would always want the best for him, for him to know that he was valued and loved. If he failed that, then what sort of older brother was he? What sort of person?
“Remember last night when you asked me if I wanted you? What’d I say?” he prompted when Quinten nodded.
Quinten peeked up at him, his lips easing into a shy smile. “That’d you always want me.”
Brian leaned on one elbow to run his fingers through his hair and massage his scalp, hoping to further soothe him. “That’s right. Don’t get me wrong, you’re a pain in the ass, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He did feel a bit scummy that not even an hour ago he’d been begging Garret to trade siblings, but Quinten didn’t need to know that.
Quinten nudged into his petting, his eyes half-lidded as Brian got through to him. “Mmh, I know you’re just buttering me up, but I like it…” he purred, the pleased sound of it making Brian’s softened dick jolt with life. Like it’d been a siren’s call, Quinten kissed the bundle of nerves under the head like he would to a lover’s lips, then with a coy smile, ushered the hardening shaft back inside the warm sanctity of his mouth with a low moan.
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