Liam #2
“Wait until you see the front,” Ryker murmurs, then he’s turning—rolling, albeit in slow motion—onto his back.
I’ve kept my erection covered, but Ryker’s is blatant, smacking against his belly.
Freddie freezes with his hands on his thighs.
His nails dig into his skin as he takes in Ryker’s erection.
He looks like a deer caught in headlights, suddenly unsure what to do, and I inwardly curse my brother for getting too eager, not that I can blame him.
“Your hip,” I say.
A bruise the size and colour of a plum pops from my brother’s tanned skin. Freddie snaps out of his paralysis and traces it with a finger. Ryker winces when he pushes too hard.
“I caught it on the window frame,” Ryker whispers.
His eyes, which had been gleeful, dim, and he gazes up at Freddie, taking him in with a stricken expression. “You weren’t moving,” he says. “You were on the floor, and you weren’t moving.”
Freddie’s moving now, no longer shy or frozen in indecision, and he sweeps his hands up Ryker’s chest. He goes for his pecs, and he rubs them gently at first before getting firmer and firmer.
Ryker’s eyes flutter shut, and he moans at his chest being groped.
I bite my tongue to stop the noise I want to make, the grunt of want that vibrates in my throat.
Freddie groping my chest is something I know will turn me on too, and Ryker full-on body shivers when Freddie’s nail drags over his right nipple.
I’m hit by a memory of when we were seventeen, and Ryker had stolen a dirty magazine from under Freddie’s bed.
It was ancient. An old, battered and torn volume of Playboy, probably bought long ago by Freddie’s dad, but Ryker stole it and flipped through it as he pleasured himself.
I didn’t find the pictures hot, and I didn’t understand what he was doing until he explained it to me.
He wasn’t getting off to those women, he was getting off to the thought of Freddie getting off to them.
They all had big breasts, and pert pink nipples, and we knew from movies, TV, and celebrities that Freddie liked big cleavage.
Maybe it’s a bit different, but we have big cleavage too, and there’s a sparkle in Freddie’s eye as he stares at his hands rubbing Ryker’s chest. His pink tongue darts out from between his lips, and I think he wants to lick.
His mouth twitches, and I think he wants to suck.
Instead, he uses his nail again, this time on Ryker’s left nipple, and watches him squirm.
Ryker hisses under his breath.
“I think you should kiss it better,” I say.
Freddie’s eyes meet mine. A blush runs up his cheekbones.
“Liam,” Ryker murmurs, and my gaze darts to him. He’s clawing at the bed. “Hold my wrists above my head . . .”
And I get it, he’s trying very hard not to touch Freddie back but he needs help. I sit at the top of the bed beside my brother’s head, and I hold him down. Knowing he’s restrained gives Freddie the confidence to lean over and tongue at Ryker’s nipple.
Ryker closes his eyes, stretches out his throat in surrender, and moans at the sensation.
Freddie licks, and sucks, and drags his nails and teeth over Ryker’s sensitive nubs.
He’s not quiet about it either; his mouth is wet, and his tongue slaps and slurps when he pulls off a nipple.
I think he knows Ryker has a kink for the audio aspects of sex.
He wants to drive him crazy, which is a good sign.
Ryker fights my hold. He needs to grab, touch, and stroke Freddie back, but we’re easing him in, we don’t want to overwhelm him, and Ryker will hate himself if he takes over.
Freddie has a hand splayed over Ryker’s abs as he licks over his nipple, up and down against it.
His hand creeps south, getting closer and closer to Ryker’s cock.
Before Ryker gets vocal and demands Freddie’s touch him, I reposition his wrists to pin them with one hand above his head, and I cover his mouth with my free palm.
It’s important Freddie goes at his own pace, and that he doesn’t feel pressured into going further than he’s ready to.
Those were Ryker’s words, not mine, and I’ll remind him of them later.
But right now he curses at me against my skin.
Freddie’s hand keeps moving down. He drags it over Ryker’s cock, pinning it to his stomach, and Ryker whines almost pitifully beneath me.
“Do you remember how I told you Ryker likes to be touched?”
Freddie nods. He pauses again, and bites his lip hard enough that I want to free it from his teeth, but my hands are busy keeping Ryker still. Ryker’s an energetic lover, he’s not used to this, but I won’t have him scare Freddie off or hurt his back any more than it’s already injured.
Freddie releases his lip. “What if I can’t . . .”
I frown at him. “Can’t?”
“Make him come.”
I melt a little at his insecurities and soften my gaze.
I can see that beneath the haze of his want this thought bothers him.
It’s stopped him from taking hold of my brother’s cock.
It’s stopped him caressing my brother’s chest with his mouth.
This worry eats into his arousal, and I shut him down as bluntly as I can.
“You’re going to make him come.”
By the precum oozing from Ryker’s slit, I’d say he’s close, but I don’t tell Freddie that, I let him steel himself and take hold of my brother’s cock.
He starts him off, jerking in a fast rhythm.
I stop covering Ryker’s mouth and go back to holding his wrists with both my hands.
Ryker moans and gasps, feeding Freddie’s growing confidence, and while stroking Ryker’s cock, Freddie leans over again to kiss his chest.
“Fuck, Freddie.” Ryker’s murmuring, high on the need to come. “Fuck, Liam, it’s Freddie . . .” His eyes open, and all I see are blown pupils, huge with wonder. They’re on me. “Freddie’s doing this to me.”
“Feel good?” I ask.
“So good,” Ryker gasps, and I know Freddie hears. He slurps one of Ryker’s nipples in and out of his mouth. He’s moving his hand faster now, it’s a blur of movement on Ryker’s cock.
“Freddie’s getting me off,” Ryker tells me completely out of it. “He’s going to make me come.”
“He is,” I reply, then I lean down to whisper by his ear. “And he’s fucking loving it.”
It’s enough to send Ryker over the edge.
His muscles contract, and he lifts his hips.
Freddie eases off slightly, then Ryker’s orgasm hits, covering his chest in white ropes of cum.
Freddie stares at it in wonder, then smiles as more shoots from Ryker’s slit and decorates his chest. I keep hold of Ryker’s wrists until I feel his pulse slowing, dropping back into the realms of normality.
He sinks back into the mattress, relaxing with his eyes shut.
His nipples have tightened to red buds, and when I let go of him, he absentmindedly starts stroking them, soothing them after Freddie’s overzealous treatment.
“Was that okay?” Freddie asks.
He’s still straddling Ryker’s thighs, waiting for approval despite the approval covering Ryker’s chest.
Ryker cracks an eye open to look at him. “It was amazing, babe.”
Freddie smiles shyly, and Christ, I love that look, the pride in himself he wants to keep secret.
It’s the first time he’s touched a cock that way, one that wasn’t his own.
The first time he’s felt another man's cock swell, jerk, and pulse as it starts to come in his fist. Ryker got that first, but I’m not jealous.
I got to watch after all. And other firsts of Freddie’s are still available.
We’ll share his firsts and share his forevers.
“Shift over,” I say to Ryker.
He does, and Freddie shoots a puzzled glance at the gap that’s opened up on the bed. I gesture to the space between me and Ryker, and Freddie slides off Ryker’s legs and lies down on his side facing me.
I move down the bed to lie comfortably, looking back at him.
Ryker got Freddie’s first hand job, but I’m having his first kiss.