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Matt's p.o.v
I should've been expecting him, I really should've. Every night for weeks, Chris has been sneaking down the hallway into my room to sleep in my bed. It's not that he's ashamed or wants it to be kept a secret, but there's something deeply horrifying about your family's concern for your mental well-being. No one likes to be questioned about their mental health, and right now, I feel like I'm the anchor keeping him tethered to the ground. Tethered to himself. It started with a nightmare that he didn't want to face alone, but it's gotten to the point where he cannot sleep without someone pressed up against him. So, yeah. I should've known that my door would open to reveal an exhausted Chris in his pajamas. But I didn't, so here I am, dick in hand, in the middle of doing something that no one wants their brother catching them doing.
"Jesus f*ck, Chris", I yank the blankets over myself and shove my dick into my pants, a deep blush coating my cheeks, the heat traveling to my ears and making its way down my neck. "You couldn't knock"?
"I didn't know if you were asleep or not". His eyes don't shift from my hands which are slightly covering the now-covered portion of my lower half in an attempt to hide the bulge. "I didn't wanna wake you up".
"You wake me up either way", I mutter. Chris isn't subtle about what he needs from me. When he gets into bed, he's pulling me into him hard enough to stir me out of even the deepest of sleep.
"Sorry". He closes the door behind him and presses his back up against it, finally averting his gaze.
"What are you doing"?
"I figured you had to you know. Get pants on, or finish up, or whatever".
"I'm not naked, asshole. And no, I'm not gonna 'finish up'. The moments over".
He shrugs, sauntering over to the bed, and sits down, plugging his phone into the spare charger I keep for him. "So, no p*rn or anything"?
"Could we not talk about it"?
"I'm just saying", he laughs, pulling the blanket over himself and laying down next to me, our arms brushing slightly. "Not even a picture"?
"I don't really need it, I guess. And, I'm planning on not having early erectile dysfunction".
"You're already worrying about that"? He glances over at me, the blush still heavily coating my cheeks, but slowly calming itself down due to how casually Chris is talking about it.
"Well, it's a real thing, so yeah I am".
"From p*rn"?
"Look it up. If someone watches p*rn heavily, their perception of sex changes and they don't find regular partners and sex as attractive leading to not being able to stay interested and hard. That or they just need the really freaky stuff and vanilla doesn't do it for them".
"I feel like that happens only if they watch it, like, constantly. Every once in a while wouldn't do that. I feel like that's like saying that if someone masturbat*s all the time, then sex won't be as good because they know how to please themselves better".
"I mean that can happen to women if they use toys that men can't compare to".
"Why the f*ck are you studying up on this"?
"Why the f*ck are we still talking about it"?
He goes quiet and nods as if saying 'fair enough'. I adjust myself under the blanket, still hard despite the circ*mstances and Chris eyes me but says nothing. That is until I readjust and slightly arch my back pushing my ass down into the mattress to ease the uncomfortable feeling in my pants. "Just finish, would ya"?
"Absolutely f*cking not". The room is dimly lit, only by the street lamp outside my window and the Christmas lights wrapped around the trees in our front yard. We helped put them up early this year, having got out decorations on the first of November.
"It's not like I haven't seen you naked before". The statement's true, at least, albeit a little weird. I never found it strange or wrong to spare a glance or two when Chris or Nick stepped out of the shower while I was brushing my teeth, or taking a quick peek when we're at the urinals. I mean we look the same and basically have the same body, what's the harm? "I won't look".
I roll my eyes and scratch my neck. I hate to even admit to considering it, but if he doesn't mind sleeping in a bed that I've masturbat*d in a thousand times, I shouldn't mind just rubbing it out real quick beside him. "Shut up". I elbow him in the side making him chuckle yet again.
"It's not like I haven't heard you masturbat* before either".
My jaw drops in disbelief, the blush fighting its way back onto my face. "What"?
"Oh c'mon, you think with years of sharing a room, I've never been awake while you did it. You're lying to yourself".
"Oh MY God. Why wouldn't you say anything"?
"Why the f*ck would I? That'd be weirder than just pretending to be asleep".
"Fair enough".
It's quiet yet again. And I clear my throat to not only clear the tension but to possibly not be obvious that I let my hand slide under the waistband of my thin pajamas. I lift the knee closest to him to form a tent with the blanket to hide the movement of my hand sliding up and down my member.
"Finally", he laughs and I elbow him again, this time harder.
"f*ck you. See, that's it, not happening".
"Okay, I'm sorry, I'll stop".
"Nope".
"C'mon I'll do it with you so you won't be embarrassed".
"No". He shrugs, shifting up until his upper back is against the bed frame, and he lifts his hips to pull his pants slightly down his legs. "You better not be doing what I think you're doing".
"It helps me sleep", he jokes and I watch the blanket move with the rhythm of his hand, quick at first but begins to slow as he starts growing hard. He co*cks his head to the side, before motioning to my hands that are now lying idly on my stomach. "Your turn, bubs, otherwise I'm the weird one".
I hesitantly bring one hand under the covers, scared that this might be some sick joke that Chris is playing. That he's not actually getting off, just pretending to so that I make a fool of myself, but the thought quickly disappears as I make contact with my previously ignored dick and it kicks into the palm of my hand at the slightest touch. He smirks and I clear my throat for the second time trying to keep my composure. He nudges the blankets down to uncover his lap and I instinctively halt my movements, watching as he licks the palm of his hand to then lubricate his hard co*ck. His eyes flutter slightly before closing, his teeth capturing his bottom lip as he moves his hand up and down. I gulp quietly, an erotic thrill passing through my body at the sight. Is this wrong? To watch my brother like this, and worse, enjoying it. I match his rhythm with my own hand, still watching him work. One hand pushes his shirt up revealing his stomach and chest, his fingers rubbing his nipple, and raking his nails across his pale skin leaving thin red streaks in its wake.
"f*ck", he mutters to himself, a breathy voice that I've only ever heard when he got finished running. A voice that I never even dreamed to hear in this way. A bead of precum spills over his head and he catches it with his thumb before continuing his movements. He opens his eyes, half-lidded and dark with lust, and they lock on mine. He grabs my knee which is still up and shielding myself, and slowly pushes it down along with the blanket covering my lap. My dick twitches at the warmth of his hand. "I showed you mine, you show me yours".
I let out a shaky breath, and nervously wipe my nose with my trembling knuckle, before shuffling my pants down so they are hugging my thighs. He hums to himself, seemingly satisfied with my obedience. "Can I-" He pauses, just slightly motioning to my lower half. I don't respond, my head barely jerking in the motion of a nod. His hand is gentle, grabbing my member and slowly stroking up and down. He licks his lips again, watching his hand closely before meeting my gaze. One of my hands remains hovering over his wrist and I can feel the warmth radiating from his skin while the other squeezes my hoodie pulling it down enough for my collarbones to peak over the fabric. "sh*t, hold on let me get a better position". He seizes his movements and to my surprise, flips himself over me, a leg on either side of my hips and my hands reactively grab his thighs to stop him. Kind of like when he pins me when we wrestle. His dick is pressed flat against mine and a moan escapes my lips from the pressure.
"Oh f*ck, Chris". He gives me a toothy grin and rocks his hips just once to see my reaction. Sweat builds along my chest making my hoodie stick to my chest uncomfortably. His hands slide up my stomach pulling the sweatshirt up with him so it's bundled under my arms. His nimble fingers pull at my nipples as he rocks his hips again, another moan leaving my mouth. He grips my hips as a form of stability as he moves his own, our co*cks sliding against each other, the sound almost more obscene than everything we've done thus far.
I can feel a knot form in the pit of my stomach and I know I don't have much time before I'll be cumming. "f*ck, baby. So good". Whether he's talking to me or merely to himself doesn't matter, hearing the words come out of his mouth causes an explosion of cum to stripe against my chest, another louder moan falling from my lips. He thrusts a couple more times, before cumming himself, the white cream smearing across my sensitive, softening dick. His breathing is heavy, and I can feel his legs shaking from where he is still sitting on my lap. My own hands are trembling where they still rest on his thighs. "Can I kiss you"?
"Just once". I've never not kissed someone after they make me cum and I'm assuming that neither has he, but no matter how much we've done, it would be wrong to do it more than this one time. He leans down, his wet lips pressing against my own, chest against mine, skin touching where our shirts are lifted enough to allow it. His nipples are hard against my chest, and if I wasn't completely drained, the feeling alone would be enough to get me stiff. His tongue gently enters my mouth, sliding against mine getting the lingering taste of toothpaste from when he brushed his teeth hours before. Minty and clean. I breathe into his mouth unable to stifle the moans he's attempting to draw out of me, and he licks into it consuming every sound I make.
I pull back to get a decent breath, muttering a simple, "you're good at that", as I do so. He rolls off of me so that we are again side by side, regaining our composure.
"Okay, we're definitely doing that again".
I look over at him, sweat plastered to his forehead and I internally agree. Just this one time my ass. It's already too late to come back from that so we might as well get as much forbidden pleasure as we can from it. "I'm gonna clean up a little bit, you know where I keep my pajamas". I get up to head to the bathroom, grabbing a pair of basketball shorts on my way out.
"That's ok, I'll get some of mine".
"No, you won't". He raises an eyebrow in confusion. "You have to pass mom and dad's room to get to your room. I'm not letting you risk them seeing you like this. You look wrecked".
"I look sexy as f*ck".
I roll my eyes and head to the bathroom and as soon as I turn on the lights, I'm met with my reflection in the mirror. I thought Chris looked wrecked, but I look so much worse. Sweat drenching my hair and skin, lips puffy and red from biting them. Scratches cover my neck and chest from where I kept grabbing at the top of my hoodie to keep myself from erratically thrusting upwards. I use a wet rag to wipe all of the cum off of me before leaning down towards the sink to splash my face with cold water.
Chris is laying on top of the blankets when I reenter the room now dressed in my plaid pajama pants and one of our merch t-shirts. I crawl into bed beside him dressed in just my basketball shorts. "How are we gonna do this"?
He rolls over to face me, his nose mere centimeters from touching mine. "Well. I'm still gonna be coming in here every night. No one has noticed so far, so this shouldn't be any different. Everything else is gonna stay exactly the same. Just with this one extra thing. Finally living with you has some benefits".
I can't suppress the smile that grows and I look down to hide it. He leans forward kissing me again, softer this time, lips moist and the softness counteracting the bruise that will probably be left behind from my teeth.
"I know you said just once, but I couldn't help myself".
"I'm glad you couldn't".
