plotluck | GAY ANGELS

[WHAT THE FUCK IS COMPOSURE WE JUST DON'T KNOW.]

I don't need to hear that from you.

[Not even referring to his brother's track record with... anyone honestly. But he can't seem to keep the embarrassment off his face when this shouldn't be a big deal. It wouldn't be a big deal, if the reason for his boner wasn't his brother.]

Yeah, yeah, I know. I'll leave you to it.

[He really needs to go jack off really quick, before Noel gets out of the shower. He turns to go.]

[Like a good brother Noel gently kicks him on the way out, nothing hard just you know, brotherly boot. Make it Not Awkward when he turns on the shower and steps under the lukewarm water to lean against the wall and jerk off, biting his lip to stifle all noise and hating himself as he remembers the feel of Rowan's skin slick with sweat and smooth under him. Hating himself doesn't stop him from coming though, and he spends some time composing himself and hating himself more, turning the water to ice cold for a while before stepping out and drying off.]

[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;]

Rowan... ah... Rowan...

[He forgot his phone. It would be simple enough to complete the shopping trip without it, but he's a millennial for fuck's sake, so it's not even 15 minutes into his hypothetical trip that he's sneaking down the hall, fully aware of what Noel is doing but steadfastly trying not to think about it, when...

Well, when Noel's door slams wide open with a bang, the compact weight of his little brother slamming into him, pinning him to the bed and staring at him with a half-mad glint in his eye, voice rough.]

Say that again.

[Not exactly what he was expecting, and he's caught trying to play catchup to the events of the last... several seconds. This is made harder (ha) by the fact that he's still really fucking hard. And exposed and his brother is on top of him, pinning him, and his cock is really into this even when his brain is struggling to catch up.

His voice is still rough from arousal himself but also, confused, a little panicked as things start to catch up.]

Rowan..?

One more time.

[It's almost a growl, almost a purr, Rowan pinning him down with a hand on his shoulder, the other sliding down to join his brother's on his cock. He doesn't seem very interested in explaining.]

Rowan--!

[He's not even trying to oblige his brother here he's just, having a crisis and also--oh god that's his brother's hand on his dick. His hips arch up without any input from his brain, because his brain is going into full panic.

This is bad. This is really bad isn't it? He's stuck between trying to figure out how to explain why he was moaning Rowan's name and, also, not actually being able to parse that maybe that's not actually necessary when his brother looks this fiercely--he doesn't even know.]

What are you doing?

[Okay the question finally comes out, breathy and really late, but a lot is happening at once, okay?]

Shhh, shh shh.

[He leans down to press a kiss to Noel's lips, sweet and chaste in stark comparison to the utterly lewd movement of his hand on Noel's cock. Then he presses their foreheads together, looking at his brother with some heart wrenching clusterfuck of emotion.]

I don't have good dreams often these days, y'know? Let me have this?

[What... What? What??

All thought of protest just... dies on his lips. Not because of that soft, heart-achingly sweet kiss but because of the look and tone of Rowan's voice. He doesn't understand at all, doesn't know why his brother looks like a million heartbreaks but he does know that if his brother asks with that face he can't possibly even think of denying him.

It's not like he wants to deny him anyway, exactly. Logic says he should, and you know, being a good brother.... But that's shit he can worry about later.

Right now he has no idea why Rowan seems so impossibly good at this, just masturbating alone can't produce these skills can they? Noel's never been so hard in his life and his brain is starting to melt with what Rowan's doing. He makes a soft, defeated noise and lifts his free hand, tangling it in Rowan's hair and holding him there, their foreheads together even as he moans and his hips arch into the touch of both their hands.]

Rowan.

[It's rough again, erotic, but Rowan wanted that and... fuck they'll figure out the rest later, his mind is a little blank.]

[Rowan shivers, visibly affected by his voice. It even pulls a shaky moan out of him and he jerks a little, as if to slide down his body, but the hand in his hair and their foreheads touching is also so, so important.]

Noel. Thank you.

[His voice is soft, tired but grateful, a good match for the sad love in his eyes, acceptance tempered with lust.]

Hey. It's okay.

[He doesn't know the extent of it but... He gets that Rowan needs this. Has he been blind? Are they both just... really kind of twisted this way? Whatever, he'll think about it later. He doesn't let go of Rowan's hair but he does let go of his own cock, pressing his knuckles up against Rowan's crotch to check, confirm for himself.]

[He's rock hard, shivers at the contact and twists his wrist filthily in response to the feeling and NoelNoelNoel, that desperation in him isn't fading just because Noel is giving it a shot but he's too preoccupied to slow down or let go.]

[Shit. This is... He's already so hard and so turned on he barely manages to rub Rowan's cock, trace the shape of it with desperate fingers over his shorts before he's hissing, back arching.]

Rowan...!

[It's choked out, there's no way he can stop his orgasm, not under this onslaught of feelings and sensations and everything he ever wanted and it's amazing but he feels a spark of annoyance that his body couldn't last longer?? Whatever he'll deal with Rowan in a minute, when his vision clears and his heart calms down a little.]

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.]

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