Mistakes Were Made; A Brojohn Story

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I'll probably name these chapters eventually....

I woke up, my back slightly sore from sleeping on the floor. Not that I minded much, Dave deserved the bed. I knew how his scars ached when he slept on hard surfaces.
We'd taken to alternating between who sleeps in the bed each night; last night it was Dave, tonight it was my turn. I yawned and felt him like my face from the bed. "I'm already awake, dumbass." I grumbled pushing him away.
"I know." He retorted. I rolled my eyes and got up, taking a moment to stretch.
The day promised to be uneventful; the sky was dreary and as a result everyone was too tired to do much of anything. Dave and I had tried near everything to pull some entertainment out of the day; skidding around the floor in socks, watching movies, taking a walk, all of which led to eventual boredom.
After the third movie (The Shining), we could hear the patter of rain outside. It sounded light now, but there was the chance that'd id get heavy soon. This, at least, provided some excitement. For a few minutes we sat in silence, absorbing the sound.
  There was a noise in the kitchen, with the obvious source. I tried to look disinterested when bro walked past us, refusing to look even though I could feel his sideways glance on me for a split second before he went on his way back down the hallway. 
I am horrible at hiding things. Even small things, no matter how silly or unimportant, were impossible for me to conceal. In seventh grade, A boy hid a bag of m&ms in his desk, snacking on them periodically throughout algebra class, and I knew it wasn't anything worth mentioning. But I couldn't keep a straight face. I kept looking at his backpack, getting red faced and coughing for no reason.
In fifth grade, a girl told me who one of my friends liked and I cried when I saw her.
So, yeah, I'm not to great with secrets. And a secret this big, this potentially disastrous, had the power to eat me alive. This was the A-bomb of secrets, and my best friend was poor unsuspecting Nagasaki.
I knew Dave was looking at me, but I busied myself with the seams of my shorts, feeling disgusted with myself. Whatever. Just tell him! It was an accident, it'll never happen again. Dave will understand. I gulped. Was it an accident? Of course it was! I scolded myself, feeling that tiny kernel of question in my mind. I didn't want to stop.
I wanted more.
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  Around eight, the power went out.
"Shit!"
"What's going on?"
"Storm must have knocked them out." Dave sighed.
We both tapped out phones alight, shining them on each others faces, then wincing at the sudden brightness. Well, I winced. "There's candles.... Somewhere, maybe."
"That doesn't sound to promising, Dave..." I followed him down the hall and to a closet, where he rummaged for five minutes until he unearthed a box about the size of cooler. He pulled the lid off the reveal tons of candles, all in various sizes and colors. We dragged the box back with us to the living room, where bro was obviously waiting with a flashlight in his hand and a katana slung around his shoulders.
"Oh good, you found the candles." We flashed our lights at him and he held up a lighter. "Let's get burnin'".
Half an hour later and we had managed to light most of the candles to at least decently illuminate the apartment. "I'm going out to get some batteries and kerosene for the lamps."
"I'll go with you." I stated, stepping toward his room to get my coat and shoes.
"No." I looked at him, confused. "I don't want you in the car with me in this storm. It's dangerous as is." I nodded and floated back to couch. "Be back in a few." He fumbled for his keys in his room for a minute before finding them and leaving. The door slammed shut and I jumped as a hand settled on my shoulder.
"Help me get some more of these candles around the house." I nodded and took the block of wax from Bro's hand, lighting it with a little effort and following him down the hall. I wasn't surprised when he led me to his room. I tried to keep my mind and eyes off the laptop, still in the same place it'd been the first time I'd seen it.
He put the two he'd been carrying on his dresser, but I just stood lamely with my candle. Bro looked at me curiously before stepping closer until he was only a few inches away from me and taking it, reaching over my head to place it on a shelf. "This place looks like a fire hazard." I mumbled dumbly. He laughed.
"You always say the strangest things. I never know what to expect with you, sugar." I snorted at the mention of the nickname.
"That's the point; confuse you until you're interested." I guess he was right about my being spontaneous; my own words surprised me, and they seemed to surprise him too.
"Aren't you a little firecracker..." He stroked my chin with a thumb. "John."
"...yeah?"
"You need to be straight with me." He held my confused gaze. "The other day, in the kitchen..." I grew cold beneath his fingertips. "Do you want me to... Stay away? Because if you do, I'll stop."
I didn't answer, I couldn't. I couldn't even find it in me to look him in the eyes. Finally he let his hand drop and started to walk out the door. My mind flashed to all the times I'd seen him walk away, all the times I'd wished I had stopped him.
"Wait!" He stopped and turned his head slightly. "I don't..." I took his hand and pulled him back. "I don't want you to go." I whispered, face red. "I want you, Bro Strider." For a beat neither of us moved. Then he was on me, and I was craning to get more of him.
The kiss was never slow. It was heated, charged. There was a loud crack of lightning and I jumped. He pulled away and rested his forehead on mine.
"Scared?" I shivered at his voice, husky and deep and nodded slightly. He kissed me again, this time reassuring and sweet. I melted into it, kissing him back with a soft smile. We both grimaced as his phone started ringing from the desk.
"Just ignore it." He nibbled at my bottom lip and I groaned in pleasure, cursing myself as I pulled him off.
"It could be important." He sighed and pulled me back, going at my neck this time.
"What could be more important than this, sugar?" He growled against my soft spot and I mewled.
"Could be-" my voice hitched "Dave!" He sighed against my flesh and walked to the phone, opening the voicemail. Sure enough, Dave's voice filled the room. I walked over and listened in.
"Turns out the storm turned the roads into an enormous clusterfuck, so I'm staying the night at the girls'. It should be better in the morning, so I'll call and head over there when I wake up. Night John."
Bro looked at me, and knew exactly what he was thinking. In a second, I was in his arms and being carried squealing to the bed. He set me down and crawled over me, holding himself up above me. "John."
"Ye-yeah?" My voice came out in a breathless whisper. He stroked my hair.
"Do you want this? I mean really, actually want to do this." I gazed at him long and hard.
"Yes. God yes." I cried. He grinned and went down on my neck again, licking and biting slightly. I mewled and moaned, pulling at his hair and winding my legs around him. I felt his hands under my shirt before he roughly pulled it off and threw it god knows where. Neither of us cared about anything other than friction at this point.
In another moment my shorts were gone, then my boxers. I in turn yanked off his clothes, hearing him chuckle at my pace and murmur something along the lines of "eager, aren't we?" Before throwing off his own boxers. My eyes widened at the sight of his cock, fully hard. It both excited and baffled me that I had made that happen.
Without much thought I took his member and stroked it a couple times before darting out my tongue to lick the tip. He hissed and tensed, winding his fingers through my locks and pushing me slightly forward. I smirked and took as much of it in as I could; he must have been somewhere around nine inches, he was so big!
I tried my best to please him, feeling my own dick twitch in excitement. "John.." He moaned and I looked up innocently at him, my mouth and fingers still wrapped around his member. I knew the sight must be driving him crazy, and I was right. He moaned again pushed my head down farther, beginning to fuck my mouth. My eyes fluttered shut and I gave my own moan, sending vibrations down his dick.
He groaned and pushed me off, laughing at my confused face. "Don't worry sugar. I've got something-" he nipped the tip of my ear. "Better in mind." With that he stroked my member and pulled me roughly into his lap. I hissed as we collided, relishing the sweet burst of friction it created. While I was distracted, Bro had reached into his table drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom.
His bright orange eyes met my blue. "Lie on your back." I did as he asked- no, told, and lied down. At first I didn't realize what what he was planning, but it became painfully clear when I felt his fingers, slick with the lube, pushing into my entrance. I gave an involuntary hiss of pain as he entered me, worrying that his monster of a dick wouldn't fit in me. I was shocked out of my worry when his finger grazed something that made me yelp, drawing my legs up around his waist. He hit it again, this time drawing a moan out of me before pulling his finger out, only to add another.
After a few minutes of him stretching me and me begging for more he took out his digits and pulled me up and back in his lap. "You sure you're ready sugar? I think you're a little small for this rodeo." He taunted and my face heated up. I knew what he was doing, and it was actually... Hot. My eyes narrowed. I smiled and traced the muscles on his chest, tilting my head and giving him the most sultry look possible. Eyes softly lidded, biting my bottom lip, I guided his hands to my hips and draped my arms around his neck.
I leaned in and pressed my lips just above the shell of his ear, feeling him shiver. "I'm gonna ride you till you buckle, daddy." My whisper seemed to send a change through him and his jaw locked. In a moment he'd picked me up by my hips and slammed me down on his dick. I gave a startled squeal, followed by a deep moan as he rolled his hips up. I lifted myself up and, well, rode him. He went down on my neck, occasionally letting out moans that rivaled my pleasure fueled gasps. He bit and sucked my soft spot while I bucked and slammed myself on his cock, screaming in pleasure when he hit That spot inside.
With a growl he flipped us over so that he was on top and I was sprawled on my back, still reeling. Without a moments pause he was slamming into me, making bruises on my hip and shoulders from his steel grip and teeth. I moaned like bitch, wanting him to spank me, tease me, make me hurt in the best way possible.
I wanted him to own me.
"D-daddy!" My cry surprised me and i burned. He leaned down and kissed me with a rough passion, sloppily and hot. He pulled away and panted in the crook of my neck.
"I'm gonna... Oh, hell sugar, you fuck daddy so well...!" I gripped his shoulders, feeling a warmth pool in my stomach and grow with every thrust.
"Daddy I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum from daddy's cock in my ass-!" His teeth sank into my soft spot and I cried out, so pleasured it bordered on pain. Normally that thought would have disgusted me, but just then it was the hottest thing in the world.
Oh god. I thought hazily. I'm a total masochist!
My thoughts were shattered by Bro suddenly slamming into my prostate with a reckless abandon. I screamed and curled around him, cumming all over our chests. He moaned and I felt him twitch under me, suddenly wishing the condom wasn't there. We sat there for a moment, catching our breaths. Bro pulled out and I whimpered, eyes closed and groggy. I felt his weight leave the bed, then a calloused finger brush my hair out of my face, a gesture that struck me as amusingly soft after what had just occurred, and I giggled, catching his hand and kissing it. My eyes fluttered open a moment to see him walking to his bathroom before I drifted off the sound of pattering rain and distant thunder.

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WOO!
First smut chapter of the book! Can I get a hell yeah?!
Sorry the update took so long, but hey, you've got it now! I don't know how long it'll be until I can update again, and it probably won't be smut but I promise they'll be a lot of steamy chapters in this story.

That's all for now, enjoy you freaks.