Chapter 25
TWENTY-FIVE
SEBASTIAN
A night spent on the floor—a hardwood floor no less—at my age, no matter how short the night may be, is asking for aches and pains that a handful of Tylenol does nothing to alleviate the morning after. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if Nicolo hadn’t used me as his own personal mattress most of the night. But he did.
There’s a pep in his step as I stumble after him to the bathroom, barely awake. We don’t have a coffee machine, thus no fucking coffee. He seems to be suffering no adverse effects; as he turns the water on so it can warm, he’s humming happily to himself despite our sleeping arrangements and lack of bitter bean water. I don’t know if that’s because he’s not pushing thirty and feeling every hard-earned year in every muscle and joint, or because I make a comfortable bed.
“Come on.” Nicolo grabs my hand and tugs me into the shower, easing me under the hot spray.
I sigh and slump forward as the water slicks my hair to my forehead and pounds against my shoulders. “Fuck. That’s good.”
Nicolo’s laugh as he reaches for the soap we unpacked last night is mocking at best, and downright disrespectful at worst. “Okay, Grandpa.”
“You joke but fuck I feel old.” Not just compared to Nicolo, who’s bright eyed and bushy tailed, but in general. Maybe the last few weeks of tension and inactivity are catching up with me. I tried to swim every day while we were under lock and key, but that’s not the same as going to the gym, following the workout routine I’ve maintained for years.
“At least you don’t look like it.” He runs his soapy hands over my chest, squeezing my pectoral muscles with an appreciative hum.
“Ha. Ha.” I drag him under the water, clenching him to my chest, and his hands settle on my ass. “Brat.”
“Bonehead.” Nicolo presses an open-mouth kiss to my shoulder. I smile to myself and drop a kiss on his wet hair as I sway us under the water.
Nicolo is content to play with my asscheeks, slapping them like the world’s most entertaining pair of bongo drums, and soap my back with soft hands until I relax in his arms.
I feel a little more human when he looks up, blinking water from his eyes. “Better?”
“Depends. Are you done auditioning to be a drummer boy?”
“For now.” Nicolo laughs, the sound so fucking happy it warms my chest, and steps away. He squeezes more soap into his hands and drops to his knees, running his palms up my calves and between my thighs.
Water splashes against his sun-kissed back and runs down his spine towards his firm ass. An ass I had my first taste of last night, almost fucked—would have fucked, if Nicolo had his way.
He was right when he said he was wet enough to take my tip, if not my whole cock. I would’ve had to fuck him hard and fast though, and risk hurting him, before the spit dried up and the pleasure turned to pain.
The first time I fuck him it’s not going to be on a hardwood floor, using spit as lube, but I was tempted last night. If I hadn’t come when I did, I probably would have tried to open him up, just to find out how hot and tight his pretty little virgin hole would feel around my cock. He’d have let me too.
I brace one hand on the marble shower tile and shake my head to clear my thoughts. It’s far too late for that. My balls hang heavy and loose as my cock twitches to life, rising to stand straight out from my body.
Nicolo’s grin is far too smug for this early in the morning. He flicks his pink tongue over my flushed tip, catching a bead of pre-cum. I suck in a sharp breath and push my fingers into his wet hair. The strands curl around the digits and cling as Nicolo grips my hips and licks again.
The soft lash of heat on my sensitive head has my abdomen clenching. My balls throb as my cock jerks against his tongue.
Never in my twenty-eight years of life, before meeting Nicolo again, did I ever imagine this—my little brother on his knees for me in the shower, dripping wet, steam fogging the glass door, his own cock hard and leaking between his spread thighs as he licks at my cock like it’s his favorite flavor of Popsicle.
Even knowing this is wrong—that Nicolo might be eighteen, an adult by all accounts, but he’s still my little brother and I’m supposed to protect him, even from myself if necessary—I can’t push him away. He’s still too young to be making a choice that could alter the course of his life. I should put a stop to this before we go any further, but I can’t stop myself from taking everything he’s offering, and more.
He’s far too fucking tempting for his own good.
“Stop teasing. Suck me, Nicolo,” I urge, tugging on his hair, tipping his head back. His lips part as he lifts his eyes to meet mine, the challenge all too clear. If I want his mouth, it’s mine to have and to use as I see fit, but I have to give him my cock first.
I press between his lips with a groan. The wet heat pulls me in deeper and deeper until Nicolo gags. The sound is loud in the silence, and not unwelcome, but he’s not ready to choke on my cock, not the way I want him to. I pull back but don’t leave his mouth, just rest on his tongue as I stroke my fingers down his cheek until he catches his breath.
His tongue dips into my slit as he wraps his hand around the base of my cock, steady and tight, to control the depth. I grunt and hold his gaze as I rock into his mouth, getting lost in the sensation of his lips as they slip up and down my shaft.
“You like sucking your big brother’s cock?”
His pupils blow wide and he swallows around the head of my shaft. The tight squeeze is everything I need; I adjust my stance for better balance as I hold his head steady and start fucking his mouth in shallow thrusts.
“Are you my little cock sucker? Going to let me come on your tongue and fill your belly every morning like a good little brother should?”
He wraps his free hand around his hard cock and starts pumping his shaft, teasing the head on every upstroke with a moan. Clearly, he enjoys all the fucked-up shit I say as much as I enjoy his whispered filth.
We’re both sick perverts.
Somehow, that’s fitting. For us to be in even this together.
“You look so good on your knees for me, with your pretty mouth stretched around my cock,” I tell him as my nails scrape over his scalp.
The sound he makes is pure need—hungry and desperate—as he takes me just a little deeper, pulling back before he gags. My cock head drags over the roof of his mouth.
The need to fuck his mouth like a mindless beast buzzes at the base of my spine. Nicolo lashes his tongue against the sensitive underside and my toes curl against the porcelain shower pan. I’m not going to last, not much longer. Certainly not when he begins to twist his fingers around the base of my cock, the same as he’s doing to his own. The motion is short and jerky as he fucks his own fist.
“Don’t come,” I choke out. His eyes widen. “Stop touching yourself, Nicolo.”
He whimpers but releases his cock. It bobs between his thighs, flushed a dark pink, sad and neglected.
I run my fingers through his hair. “Good boy. Your cock is mine until I say otherwise. If you come, it’s going to be on my fingers or not at all.”
He pulls off my cock and pants for breath as his fingernails bite into my hips. “Sebastian.”
The sharp pain of his nails digging into my flesh does nothing to cool my desire for my little brother. His eyes are bright and damp. He’s so fucking beautiful, flushed pink, covered in water, panting for breath.
I’m going to ruin him.
I know it as surely as I know the sun will set tonight and rise in the morning.
I squat in front of him. “If you want to take my cock, you have to learn to take my fingers first. You want that, don’t you, Nicolo? For me to split you open and make you come on your big brother’s hard cock.”
He falls against me, wraps his fingers around my shaft and strokes. “Please. Please, Sebastian. I need it. I need you.”
I chuckle under my breath and run my fingers down his crease. He presses into my hand and moans when I find his hole. The hand he has around my cock tightens. He drags his thumb over my leaking tip. I push my finger into him to the first knuckle and take hold of his cock. He’s as hard as I am.
“Fuck. Fuck.” Nicolo mouths at my neck, sucking a bruise into my skin while mindlessly thrusting into my hand and bouncing back on the single finger in his body. It can’t be all that comfortable, not with just water as lube, but it works in a pinch, and he’s obviously enjoying it. So am I, for that matter. “Sebastian.”
The way he says my fucking name is a plea for more, and I slip a second finger into his hole. He’s so tight and hot around the digits I worry about hurting him, but he moans and rides my fingers like a man possessed, taking them deeper and deeper with every roll of his slender hips.
The hand he has around my cock is just there now, squeezing and releasing but motionless. He’s way too concerned with his own pleasure to be worried about mine and I’m okay with that.
“You going to come for your big brother?” I whisper in his ear as I work him from both ends, pumping his cock as I push my fingers inside of him. “Even knowing it’s wrong? How sick it is to want me to be the one to fuck your hole the first time?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Sebastian.” He latches onto my shoulder, voice cracking and dropping off as he wheezes for breath. I slot my mouth over his, shove my tongue between his lips, and swallow his moans. His tongue meets mine, hot and slick, begging for what he needs without words.
What use are words when his body is saying everything that needs to be said?
I curl my fingers inside of him, find just the right spot to have him crying out against my lips. The sharp sound breaks off into a sob of relief. His cock pulses in my hand, hot cum landing on my thighs, hole squeezing my fingers tight as a vise as he trembles.
When he falls against my chest, I release his cock and grasp my own.
“Fuck, Sebastian,” he says, voice raw as he shakes his head. “I’m sorry.”
“Hush,” I tell him as I start to stroke myself. “You don’t have anything to apologize for.” I could have let him keep sucking me until I spilled across his tongue but I wanted his pleasure far more than I wanted my own.
He lays his hand over mine, fingers tightening until I’m forced to squeeze my cock harder, stroke faster. His breath is hot on my ear, a counterbalance to the quickly cooling water splashing my back. “I can’t wait for you to breed me, Sebastian. I hope you fuck your cum deep into me. Like a good big brother would, right?”
Fuck. I squeeze my eyes shut and suck in a sharp breath. My abdomen clenches and my cock pulses, shooting my load with such force I almost stumble but Nicolo is there, one arm around my back to hold me steady. The other presses across my stomach as he keeps my hand moving over my cock, milking every drop of cum from my balls.
His mouth is going to be the death of me.