It's A Brother Thing

Chapter 3: Sleepover

He throws his head back, moaning and putting his all into bouncing his perfect ass up and down on the toy. His hands claw at his blankets. "J...Jakob!"

Jesus, If I hadn't had years of practice holding myself back from attacking Simon, I'm sure I would've been naked and inside of him by now.

Instead, I force myself to leave the room, and close the door as quietly as possible, before sprinting madly to my room. Fuck, fuck, fuck. My eyes did not just see that. Fuuuuuck.

As soon as I'm in my room, I discard my boxers and quickly climb into my bed. My poor dick has never been so hard in its entire life. God, these images are going to be my literal undoing for the rest of forever.

He was riding a dick! He...he was moaning! Like what the fuck, was that really Simon? How often does he do that! I mean, we're together pretty much every single night. In fact, that's why I even stopped by his room in the first place. To see if he was ready to come lay down.

I wrap my hand around myself, breath shuddering. Just how his did. Fuck, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my entire life. I can't even imagine him riding me like that. God, he'd make me explode before he could even climb on top of me.

The way his eyes were closed tightly in bliss, his pink lips panting through his fingers, his soft, sweet moans. H..how he said my name.

"Fuck," I bite my lip, stroking myself quickly. I need to finish before he does. Surely he'll come down here. He comes down every night, or I go up there.

I just. I can't believe this...he looked so-

"Fuck!" I squeeze my eyes shut and release my load all over my hand and stomach. I clench my teeth, and turn my head into my pillow the best I can, breathing harshly.

I never come that fast, but you can't blame me!

My poor dick was about to explode when I was in Simon's room. Witnessing that scene!

Maybe he thought he was in the clear because I was showering. Maybe that's when he always does it.

I slowly calm down my breathing and slip off my bed. I need to clean myself up.

After checking I didn't get anything on my blankets, I hurry and wipe myself down with a random towel on the floor and change back into my boxers.

As I'm about to get lost in my thoughts again, a small knock falls upon my door. "Jakey?"

My heart accelerated full speed. I swallow. Okay, just act like normal. Just act like everything is the same as always. Breathe in, and out. In, and out.

"Come in," I call, standing at the bottom of the stairs. How the fuck am I going to be able to sleep next to him knowing what he just did.

The door opens and Simon grins when he sees me. "Jakey!"

He's dressed in a big T shirt with whatever underneath. Sometimes it's boxers, sometimes it's teeny little pajama shorts. It drives me insane every damn night. What if he wears it on purpose?

I then search for signs. Any sign that I didn't just make that all up. I realize his hair is messy, and his cheeks are flushed. Eyes look glossy.

Sexy as fuck.

How many times has he come into my room looking like this? I try to search my brain, but he throws his arm around my neck, distracting me.