[Things go back to pretty normal after that, it's still too hot all the time and Noel is basically in hell with how little Rowan wears.
It's maybe a week later that he gives Rowan a list of groceries to get and the cash their dad gives them for expenses and tells him to shop for dinner. He watches his brother go and... He really does intend to do his own chores but Rowan was in a clingy white tank top all morning and it was... so see through and... God.
So he leaves his own things for later and flops on his bed, grabbing a box of tissues. He doesn't bother to close and lock his door all the way, Rowan will be gone at least an hour and Noel hardly needs that whole time to get off.
He slides his shorts down to his knees and lays back, eyes closing as he jerks off, wishing it wasn't the nape of his brother's neck and the flashes of nipples under his tank top and the somewhat fading memory of how smooth his bare chest felt that has his cock painfully hard under his hand.
He's not guarded, he assumes he's alone, and as his imagination and masturbation get more intense, his breathing picks up, he lets himself moan, and whisper, breahtily;]
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It's maybe a week later that he gives Rowan a list of groceries to get and the cash their dad gives them for expenses and tells him to shop for dinner. He watches his brother go and... He really does intend to do his own chores but Rowan was in a clingy white tank top all morning and it was... so see through and... God.
So he leaves his own things for later and flops on his bed, grabbing a box of tissues. He doesn't bother to close and lock his door all the way, Rowan will be gone at least an hour and Noel hardly needs that whole time to get off.
He slides his shorts down to his knees and lays back, eyes closing as he jerks off, wishing it wasn't the nape of his brother's neck and the flashes of nipples under his tank top and the somewhat fading memory of how smooth his bare chest felt that has his cock painfully hard under his hand.
He's not guarded, he assumes he's alone, and as his imagination and masturbation get more intense, his breathing picks up, he lets himself moan, and whisper, breahtily;]
Rowan... ah... Rowan...