GAY ANGELS

[plotluck]

[It's the middle of summer and they're stuck house sitting. Their dad is away for the whole month.... Not really that unusual, he's always away on business. And their mom has been gone for a long while now. So it's just him, in charge of taking care of things, and his brother.

And the heat. Noel flops on the couch next to his little brother and groans, passing over a soda. It's already evening but the heat just doesn't let up. It really saps the strength out of Noel, but what it also does is... Well.

It's difficult being a teenager and gay and alone in a house with your brother who is actually really hot and you absolutely should not find attractive because he's your brother, and so as usual Noel slides his eyes away from his brother quickly after passing him the soda. Dinner was about half an hour ago so there's nothing left to do but sort of melt together in this heat.]

It's too hot to live. Revive me when it's November.

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[amurdermostfowl]

C'mon, c'mon, I want it. I want your come.

[Tensing and relaxing his thighs purposefully as well as rocking his hips with Noel's rhythm, entirely encouraging]

[plotluck]

[How the heck is he supposed to do anything but moan against Rowan's skin and come between his thighs, hips jerking hard and a little erratically. Rowan saying that is utterly unfairly devastating to his dick but in the best possible way. And he keeps himself propped up for a few shuddering breathes before collapsing on top of his brother, sweaty and feeling amazing and leaving his face against Rowan's neck.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[Rowan moans raggedly, rubbing his thighs together and grinding his cock against the bedspread below, close but not quite able to tip himself over the edge again so easily.]

[plotluck]

[He rolls enough off his brother not to squish him, still breathing heavily but wrapping an arm around him, tugging him so his back presses to Noel's chest and he's one his side enough for Noel to slide fingers around his cock, helping him out here.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[Arches against him, coming quickly with that help, crying out shamelessly. They're lucky they have the house to themselves, basically. And that houses aren't too close together in this neighborhood.]

[plotluck]

[A good thing no one else is going to be around to notice Rowan's new hickies, too. Noel shudders a little, not physically aroused because he literally just came but that noise is definitely going to be in his dreams. He leaves his arm around his brother, holding him close.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[yeah in this weather they'd be really difficult to hide. thank fuck for summer and your asocial brother. your asocial brother who is perfectly happy to snuggle in post-coital bliss, yes.]

[plotluck]

[What a good asocial brother. Next time he'll just have to leave the marks somewhere less conspicuous, but for now, well, he's relaxing and even in this heat he doesn't want to let go.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[He's content with that for a good while, but eventually he gets squirmy.]

I'm gonna melt if we keep this up.

[plotluck]

[He grumbles but lets his brother go, rolling over.]

...We have to shower again.

[amurdermostfowl]

Oh nooooo. [stretches languidly]

[plotluck]

And I have to change my sheets... We're sleeping in your bed tonight. [He can do that shit tomorrow.]

[amurdermostfowl]

Mmhm. That can wait for tomorrow.

[plotluck]

Yeah, definitely.

[He gently shoves at his brother.]

C'mon get up, we're cleaning up.

[Odds are 50-50 that they'll either actually manage some sleep or just go right back to being horny teenagers in or after the shower though.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[They've been at this whole dating thing for a few weeks now, and it's become commonplace for them to share a bed. This usually isn't a problem, but it's a bit of an obstacle for Rowan when it comes to one of his rarer but more vital tasks. He settles for trying to act as normal as much as possible, wearing out his brother with some rigorous sex, struggling to stay awake himself, then slipping out of bed when he thinks Noel is solidly asleep. Of course, making that plan in the first place means that he's been a little tense and distractable for the past day, in the way he never has needed to be before, since slipping away was much easier before. It was probably noticeable. He dresses quietly in the bedroom they aren't sharing, in dark clothes, almost like a thief, then snags a soda from the fridge for energy before heading out into the night. He doesn't stray far, instead settling into surrounding the house in a latticework of... threads of light that he's carefully weaving with his fingers, spooling it out with precision from a seemingly endless supply wrapped in a glowing pattern around his fingers. Basically, it's something that's easy to find in the dark.]

[plotluck]

[He's naturally noticed Rowan's shady behavior. And he's on [generic sports] team so even after the really vigorous sex he's got enough stamina to half wake up when Rowan tries to sneak out. He thinks about letting it be but he's curious and a little protective so he figures he'll just throw on some clothes, follow his brother and make sure he's not getting into trouble. If it's nothing bad he'll just head back and pretend he's been asleep the whole time. Thing is, Rowan doesn't actually get far. And Noel is left kind of watching in quiet awe, wondering if he is actually just dreaming this after all. He pinches himself.] --Ow. Okay. So this is real. [Comes the commentary behind Rowan.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[Rowan suddenly goes very, very still. Generally this is where he'd lash out, take out whoever caught him, but... it's Noel. Noel has never caught him like this. He's never considered how to handle a situation in which Noel catches him like this.]

[plotluck]

[Well the glowing things are still there and nothing is stopping Noel from draping an arm over his brother's shoulders to lean over and peer at them.] What is this?

[amurdermostfowl]

[he's so fucking tense, but he starts his hands moving again, knowing it's not a good idea to leave it half-finished for too long.] What does it look like? And you might wanna let go. I need to be able to move freely.

[plotluck]

Sure. [He leans back, stepping back so Rowan can keep at it.] Looks like something out of a superhero cartoon or Harry Potter. Hey, you didnt' go to Hogwarts without telling me about it, right? [He's mostly joking but. Bro. Bro this is some witchcraft all right.]

[amurdermostfowl]

I think you'd notice if I went to England instead of high school. [he sounds distracted though, most of his focus on laying out the precise lines, slowly circling the house back to where he started. and then stepping back a few feet and starting a distinctly different set of lines in a larger circle. basically they'll be at it for a while.]

[plotluck]

Yeah yeah. But this is magic, right? [He has no idea what Rowan is doing but he's watching avidly.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[he's quiet for a minute or two, and the silence itself is really an answer even as he works meticulously, but...] If you hadn't already pinched yourself I'd be trying to figure out a way to make you think you were dreaming this, come morning. ...But I don't really want to lie to you.

[plotluck]

That's pretty rude. What are you doing? And why haven't you told me about it until now? I'm your brother, you know. [Banging like rabbits aside.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[hhhHHHHHHHHGH] Because I don't like lying to you, but I'd still rather protect you than get you into this shit. I'm just refreshing our defenses. It doesn't need to be relevant past that.