Author's Notes: This is literally the first fanfiction I've ever written. I wanted to write Wyatt Family smut and so I did. I'm kind of tired of a lot of the tropes seen in Wyatt fics so I'm trying to do something else with these characters. You feel me on this?

Also, I obviously don't own these characters, and I obviously would never think the wrestlers that play these characters are at all like this.

When Bray Wyatt told him to follow him into one of the many prayer rooms in their home, Luke was admittedly anxious about what was going to happen to him. Had he disobeyed a rule? Once inside the room he glanced at the various tools used to ensure obedience. Had he performed poorly? He always stood by his mentor, to do the best he possibly could for him. He was good, really, he was. Luke's chest tightened and he felt like he was sinking into the ground as he stood at the threshold. Was he going to receive a lashing? Bray was a good, kind leader. He never hurt his brothers unless it was truly needed. Luke didn't dread physical punishment, not much. What was really eating at him was the feeling that maybe he has somehow disappointed his dear brother. That would hurt more than any beating. His body was shaking.

When Bray sat in the rocking chair in the corner and smiled at him, all his anxieties evaporated. This was a good thing. Luke gave a small relieved sigh and went to sit at Bray's feet when signaled to do so.

"You've done me very proud, brother." He said, rocking back in his chair just a bit.

His fingers moved through Luke's beard, who had scooted closer and was now kneeling between his legs. Luke hummed and leaned into the soothing touch, letting Bray's warm hand cup his face. He felt so content here at the feet of the man most important to him. His brother, his mentor, his guide, his liberator. He looked up at him, smiling. Bray returned the look, and oh, Luke felt such a fluttering in his chest. He was so happy here. His eyes watered. He could have cried just then.

Bray's thumb stroked over Luke's lower lip as he praised him. Luke licked the pad of his thumb and Bray dipped it into his mouth where Luke began to lightly bite and suck on it. Bray slightly thrusted the thumb in Luke's mouth, stroking the flat of his tongue with it. Bray could see the excitement and eagerness in his eyes as he looked up at him in anticipation.

"You've earned your reward."

He withdrew his thumb and moved his hand to the back of Luke's head, nudging it closer to his crotch. Luke didn't need more of a hint; he knew exactly what this meant, and god, he was so excited for this. He moved his hands to rub Bray's pants-covered thighs. He wanted to unzip his pants and take him into his mouth immediately, but an opportunity to pleasure his master like this was sometimes hard to come by. He planned his time with this. He was going to savor every second. He squeezed the thighs in his hands, appreciating how thick and warm they were, feeling the muscles underneath his palms move and work as Bray slowly and very slightly rocked back and forth in his chair. He gave a wide grin up at his brother. God, he was so happy to be here. He could feel his heart thud hard in his chest. He was so happy. Were tears welling up in his eyes? He could hardly tell now.

Bray was carding his fingers through Luke's hair, sometimes stopping to scratch at the nape of his neck or behind and ear. Luke was practically purring at this point, his eyes closed as he enjoyed this. His hands continued to squeeze and massage his thighs, working their way to where they met.

Luke finally reopened his eyes and leaned forward to get closer to the leader's crotch. One hand went to work teasing Bray through his pants, cupping the bulge there and running his fingers along his length as it grew harder under his attention. The other hand was undoing Bray's belt, button, and zipper. Once those were undone, both of Luke's thumbs hooked under the waistbands of his pants and underwear, tugging down. Bray lifted his hips to assist him. He inhaled sharply as his now achingly hard cock made contact with the open air.

Bray could feel Luke's lips grinning against the underside of his cock, the soft kisses along his length, the hand roaming under his shirt. Part of Bray wanted to force himself into Luke's mouth and hold his head there just so he could get on with it. The rest of him absolutely loved this. Luke was worshiping him, with love and admiration going into every touch and caress. Luke was enjoying this immensely. He took his time taking in every detail of this part of his master that he could. Every vein and ridge and contour. The way his sensitive velvety skin felt under his fingers and lips. He inhaled his scent as much as he could. Sweat and soap and a scent that was just him. He loved him so much. After a while of showing his affections for his mentor's body, however, Luke decided to get to work on pleasuring him.

With one hand holding the base, Luke began running his tongue along his length. When he felt it was well-coated in his spit, he took as much as he could into his mouth without gagging. Without letting any of his cock slip out, he looked back up to Bray's face. Bray had never stopped looking down. He saw that need for approval Luke had in his eyes. He nods and restarts his affectionate head-petting, urging him to continue. And Luke does in earnest. He started bobbing his head up and down, able to take more in as he went on until his nose was brushing against the coarse hairs at the base. He stayed there, eyes closed as his tongue runs along the cock inside his mouth, sucking.

And then he went back up for air with a wet pop and a gasp. He rubbed his sore jaw and stroked Bray's dripping wet cock. His master's breath had become shaky as the session went on, and at this point he was practically squirming in his seat. When Luke put his lips back over the head, Bray was making very small, strangled whining sounds and his hand was gripping onto Luke's hair. It wasn't a forceful or even a dominant grip; it was needier than anything. Luke loved that feeling. It meant he was doing a good job. Other than being able to appreciate his brother's body, being able to taste him and feel him and smell him, this was the best part of this reward. He was able to make his brother so happy. To give him so much pleasure. Serving Bray was a great reward in of itself. Luke felt so light, and his whole body was practically humming in joy.

He started bobbing his head again and Bray began thrusting up into his warm wet mouth. This encouraged Luke to go faster, using more tongue and suction. Bray could feel the vibrations of his brother's moans and he couldn't help but squirm and flex his legs and grip hard onto Luke's hair and an arm rest while experiencing all of this.

By now, Luke's hand was down his own pants. He couldn't give himself much attention and give his best to Bray at the same time. All he could manage to do was to roughly squeeze himself and occasionally spread the leaking precum over the head. Just enough to give himself something in a physical sense. This along with just being with his brother was enough to make him moan and whimper around Bray.

Bray was barely about to shudder out a warning to Luke before he came inside the man's mouth. Being sure to get every drop he could get, he ran his tongue around the cock in his mouth a few more times. God, he loved the taste. Bray could feel him swallow everything down before finally he lifted his head back off of him. Luke stared back up at his master, panting, with a tired but satisfied look. There was a misting of sweat on his face and his reddened lips glistening with remaining spit. Luke finally got a chance to actually stroke himself. Bray took his softening member back into his underwear and redid his pants as he watched.

"I'm so proud of you, Luke." Bray cupped the man's cheeks in his hands.

"So very proud." He leaned forward and gave him a peck on the forehead.

Luke was shaking and moaning at this point. Bray continued to give him light kisses all over his face while Luke pumped. Bray rubbed his fingers into Luke's beard and massaged his jaw as he continued to whisper affirmations into his ear.

"I love you."

This undid Luke completely. He came hard into his hand with a long shuddering moan. Hi legs couldn't hold him and he fell back from his kneeling position.

A "Thank you" was all Luke could manage to give. He took his cum-covered hand from out of his pants and cleaned it with his tongue. With his other arm he tried to wipe up at least some of the sweat from his face. He rearranged himself into a more comfortable position with his suddenly sore-feeling legs stretched out in front of him.

Bray held out both of his hands and Luke placed his slightly larger hands into his palms. Luke closed his eyes in contentment. He was sitting alone with his master, no, his brother. Luke's body was coming down from this experience—his legs and jaw tired and sore from all the exertion—but his spirit was still flying so high. He felt so special and loved here. Bray was proud of him! Bray rubbed his palms with his thumbs. Luke hummed. He didn't think he could be any happier. For Luke, this perfect moment seemed to last forever. He may or may not have cried a little then.

Bray got up and Luke could hear the chair scoot behind him. Bray then pulled him back to his feet. With a loving pat on the cheek, Luke was told to go get cleaned up and help the others prepare for dinner.

All right! I hope you guys enjoyed this. I want to write more Wyatt Family stuff in the future so, like... Look out for that, I guess.