so this is like kind of a chapterish fic? maybe it will be just drabbles? i don't really know?
however i adore malcolm/reese and they make me hurt and i wanted to write so hERE YOU GO MOTHER FUCKERS
okay so first things first wARNING:: This will involve incest (huuuuhuhhhuhhuh) and minors! Doing the Deed! If that makes you upset or you're against it... don't read. Also, blah blah blah, not meant to offend anybody, blah blah blah don't own the characters, blah blah blah, disclaimer disclaimer. There. We're done.
Their first kiss was really, one-sided. Reese's jaw moved strongly against Malcolm's own, and his hands are travelling over Malcolm's cheeks and neck. It wasn't a bad kiss, not really. He didn't shove his tongue into Malcolm's mouth, or grab his butt, or groan into his lips. All he really did was softly move his lips and once in a while he'd stop for air. Malcolm can't bring himself to kiss back, though he likes it. He likes the feeling of the hands running over his profile, but his jaw doesn't move. Although, when he really comprehends what's happening, his brain begins to breathe again, he can think clearly now. He thinks of what's happening, of how he's standing there, flush against his brother with hands coiled around his waist and lips pressed to his. He can only push it away for so long, because before he knows it, Reese is pushing his knee to Malcolm's groin.
He pushes Reese away.
His hands are flat against Reese's broad chest, they both stand there, breathing heavily—despite the fact that it'd only been about twenty seconds.
"Reese," he said, his small voice shaking. Reese leans forward and runs his hands over Malcolm's cheeks again. Reese leans in, kissing his cheek and running his hands through Malcolm's hair. He gets in closer, and when he nears his lips, Reese looks him in the eye. "Tell me to stop."
Malcolm is confused, he eyed the elder boy with concerned eyes. "R-Reese," "Malcolm." The voice is low and growling, it's basically a groan. "Tell me," his lips trail to Malcolm's jaw, after that, he suctions his lips to the pale neck and keeps them locked there, sucking and kissing.
He pulls away, leaning his forehead against the red-head. "To stop."
But Malcolm has a sense of humor, and runs his hand over Reese's nipple, leaning up and kissing his way to the elder's ear. "Don't stop." He knows that it's wrong, he knows that no matter what Reese says, it's odd to Malcolm, and what it's doing to his body is so wrong. Their relationship is just so... so... so taboo.
Reese lets out a relieved little sigh, that Malcolm almost confuses with a moan, before he continues his ministrations and starts to kiss him again. His hands caress Malcolm's face, and he can't help but trace back to when he first felt that twinge of emotions in his stomach. Malcolm was only eleven, and Reese had just turned thirteen. He didn't know what it was, but he felt something towards Malcolm.
He thought he was cute.
Pulling away, he realized that... nothing changed. Malcolm was still irresistably cute. He was flustered and red, his hair was slightly messy and his mouth was ajar from the panting. Reese grabbed his cheeks and pressed a kiss gingerly to the redhead's nose. "I love you, Malcolm."
