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GAY ANGELS

[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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There we go. Come for me, Noel.

[Rowan strokes him through his orgasm, unrelenting, watching him come fixedly, like he's trying to burn the sight, the experience into his own body and mind for safekeeping.]

[He's already doing it, but still hearing his brother say that, say his name in that filthy sentence is unbearably attractive. He groans, fingers tightening against the back of Rowan's neck, lifting his head to kiss him, close mouthed but hard, needing something more to anchor him through the shocks of pleasure. It's just a handjob but it's still the most intense orgasm of his young life and he's left panting to recover, unable to find words or thoughts for a few minutes, but not letting go of his hold on Rowan, even as he goes somewhat lax.

It's not like he plans to stop here he just needs to recover for a minute.]

[He's kind of expecting to wake up now, or for the dream to go sour, but he won't argue with a little longer. Rowan settles carefully atop his brother, perfectly content to kiss and hold him, which is honestly kind of odd? Even as a small child, Rowan kept very stringent physical boundaries in all but puppy-play. But now he seems to be all for it.]

[It is odd but... Noel isn't dwelling on it. No, it sort of makes sense if he assumes Rowan's always had feelings for him, though since childhood? Again not something he's going to think about deeply this second, not when he can gently push Rowan up and drag his pants down to free his cock, still watching his brother's face carefully as he wraps his fingers around Rowan's erection and starts to return the favor.]

[he moans raggedly, letting Noel move his body and not resisting him or holding back at all, eyes focused with an almost terrifying focus on him, only Noel.]

[That's honestly pretty arousing... Not that his body is in quite the state to respond immediately but the intensity of Rowan's stare feels burned into his soul. And the way Rowan reacts is going to be burned into his brain forever, too. It's so fucking erotic, just feeling how hard he is, hearing his voice. He tries to mimic the way Rowan's hand felt on his own cock, wanting to see what Rowan looks like when he loses composure to pleasure, the real thing and not just his imagination of it.]

Come on, you can give in more than this.

[he's getting one of those weirdly mature laughs, between utterly shameless moans and the way he starts to rock his hips into Noel's touch, and honestly Rowan's expression goes unreadable for a few moments there.]

This is already giving in a lot, you know. Greedy.

Says the guy who literally jumped on me.

[He's a little breathless with his retort. It's still amazingly sexy watching Rowan unravel just a little, even if his brother is a little mysterious and a little unreadable. But the teasing is warm, and his fingers curl in Rowan's hair, without missing a beat in jerking him off, determined to crack that strange unreadable expression.]

You said my name.

[and he says that with such gravity, like it means everything in the fucking world. he also says it like it's the most arousing of all possible things, eyes going half-lidded and hips bucking sharper into Noel's touch, voice getting rougher and dropping a register.]

You were jerking off and you said my name, Noel.

[He feels like liquid fire is pooling in his gut. Rowan's reactions and words are so fucking arousing that he's starting to get hard again, or at least his cock is trying. Thanks teenage stamina. His voice is a little breathy as he responds, and honestly... He's not going to try to excuse it or apologize, not right now, not when Rowan is losing it just remembering that.

He can't say he wouldn't have the same reaction if he'd found Rowan doing the same thing, just the mental image has him inhaling sharply.

So okay, they're both... kind of messed up. At least it's mutual.]

...Yeah.

[His fingers slide from Rowan's hair to his cheek, brushing over his face gently.]

Want me to say it again? Rowan.

[There's such a mix of tenderness and lust in it. And they should really talk but... Later. Right now he just wants Rowan to know he loves him and wants him and fuck, whatever, however fucked up this is he really really adores his brother but he also wants to see him crack under that lust, he can't help it, when Rowan is right in front of him unraveling a little it's impossible not to try to push his normally slightly reserved and mysterious little brother into showing more of this side.]

[he groans with feeling when Noel says his name like that, eyes squeezing shut in spite of himself, only to snap open again like he can't bear to not be looking at Noel for more than a moment.]

Don't stop.

[there's desperation, there, less visible on his face than it is audible in his voice, but noticeable, slipping past what of himself he's keeping close to his chest even now.]

Rowan.

[He says it more gently, but with no less feeling, no less want. Urging hi's brother's face down to touch foreheads again. Of course the movements of his hand are still really obscene, at odds with his almost reverent tone of adoration.]

[nuzzles him helplessly, hips stuttering out of sync a little, and somewhere in that mess of emotion it almost looks like Rowan is about to cry, but instead he rasps out:]

I'm close. Don't stop.

I wasn't planning to.

[It's murmured, his hand already slick with Rowan's pre, which does make jerking him off easier, the slide of skin over skin smooth and a little slippery, with just enough friction.]

Come for me, Rowan.

[and he does, crying out loud and shameless as he spills between them, back arching so he's pressing his face to Noel's shoulder as he shakes his way through it.]

[God that's fucking sexy, he's going to hear that noise in every wet dream from now to the end of time. He strokes Rowan through it, then wraps his arms around him, turned on but also really content to just hold his brother against him, pet his hair and listen to his heartbeat and breathing.]

[as he winds down, he snuggles closer, perfectly happy to ignore the mess between them and savor this sweet dream. and for now? for now that's fine.

but if too long passes he's going to start wondering.]

[It's a gross mess but honestly sort of satisfying in its own way. The lull gives him time to try to collect the scattered mess of his thoughts too and that is direly needed because holy shit.

Holy shit.

How does he really process this. Logically, socially, this is extremely fucked up. He should feel really guilty about it. Maybe he will later but in the afterglow he really just... Feels relieved and happy that Rowan wants him too, that he's not alone with his fucked up feelings for his brother.]

So... Uh. How long...?

[kind of. lifts his head to look at Noel, carefully trying to read him. the unreasonably complicated expression is back, full of too much emotion and too much wariness to quite be readable in return.]

...Always. Do me a favor and pinch me?

...Always, huh?

[Of course he takes that to mean you know, a human perspective of always. Not that he can disagree since as far as he can remember he's been too invested in Rowan and then as they hit puberty that investment got... less innocent.

But he reaches up and pinches Rowan's cheek, obliging.]

You aren't hallucinating. Or I am too.

[look he's pretty good at making ancient immortal statements that can be construed to be normal human statements, his sense of humor is here for that shit.

Rowan looks at him for a long few moments, very seriously, which is probably kind of funny when his cheek is being pinched, and then he opens his fucking mouth.]

Then I should probably actually pick up those groceries before the store closes.

We'll get pizza.

[He tightens his arm around the small of Rowan's back because really!!]

[but if i go to the grocery store i can have a panic attack about how i've screwed the pooch on this life and you don't have to watch it.

just sort of nods though.]

Sounds good.

...We need to talk about this anyway, right?

[Yeah no escaping there Rowan sorry. Noel lifts a hand to push his hair back from his face, feeling sweaty and starting to feel a bit gross too, as things get sticky and dry.]

Let's clean up.

[He's the older one(ha) so it's his job to take charge and figure this out.]

[he is and has always been perfectly content to let Noel big brother it up. makes life easier for him. he tries to roll off of his brother, though, trusting the arm around his back to let him loose so he can sit up and they can be less gross.

but also he senses an opportunity for sass.]

Now will you share the damned shower?

[because this is better than engaging with the idea of actually discussing all this]

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