Disclaimer: I claim no ownership and I mean no foul. I can't help it if the boys take up residence in my head and do naughty things there.
Author's Note: I generally don't do warnings, so please, if you are underage or immature or easily offended, just skip this one. Flames are welcome and even encouraged if you don't heed my warning and ruin your innocence because of this drabble.
not beautiful, I know
Colt curses and cusses and it scares him. Rocky never realized he was so vulgar. How he curls and twists and turns and writhes so sweetly against his own body in a way that fits, in a way that feels like a snake against his skin. Bucking, whimpering, demanding, and glaring when Rocky is too tentative to touch him where he wants it.
Oh God, this moment feels like infinity and it's so fucking frightening because Rocky knows that it's not. Psychology taught him words for this, like degrading and incest and advantage and sick and wrong and disgusting but he won't listen to that. No, he can't listen to it, only the expletives pouring from his brother's mouth.
His brother's the one that's always in dirty places, coming home at dawn the next morning smelling of beer and semen. His brother's the one who has a man in his bed one night and then a pretty little blond thing the next. This isn't the time and the place to think about it, as he bends Colt over the counter, slick skin sliding against sweat and a little blood, but he's gone downhill since their grandfather died. He's lost control, lost purpose, lost common decency, and Rocky knows it in the way Colt maneuvers around to look him in the eye for a moment and grit out, "Fuck me harder."
But Rocky can't because it's already starting to hurt in his chest and pull in his groin. His hands are shaking as he runs them over the lines of Colt's shoulders, easing him back into place because he can't stop himself. God, what is he doing? Anyone could walk in; this is so far beyond their control. Rocky wouldn't be surprised if his brother jerked around and knocked him with a roundhouse to the ground. He can feel the muscles that he's never felt before in any lady, they clench around him and he groans. Colt is laughing and trying to pull away all at the same time. He doesn't let his wrists be circled by Rocky's hands. He doesn't let his brother rest against him after he's spent. He pulls away.
And the door slams shut.
And he'll never see him again, he knows.