Chapter: 2/?
Word Count: 1487
Pairings: Lars Rodriguez/Maurice 'Twister' Rodriguez
Warnings: Incest, yaoi/gay/slash, Rimming, Anal, Cuddly!Lars
AN: Welp. I had hoped to get this done sooner, but here it is. xD I hope you guys enjoy!
Chapter Two: Please Me, Tease Me ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Eyelids fluttering closed, Twister was certain that he would open them again to find the room spinning. Heart hammering in his chest until his ribs were sore, he gasped as Lars worked a thick thigh between his own, effectively giving him something stable to grind on. A flurry of dark hands were everywhere all at once, rubbing his shoulders, caressing his cheeks, a bold brush over his tight little rear… It was all working with those drink-addled lips to break the younger's resolve.
Breaking the kiss, he found the elder wouldn't relinquish much space, keeping their noses and foreheads together. The sudden fondness and reverence in his touches seemed to shock the ginger into sobering up a little, again, and he started to pull back. One of those kind hands became forceful as it fisted in his hair, suddenly yanking him back down and smacking their heads together.
"Twist, you're not goin' anywhere…" He whispered cheekily, smirking as he unveiled his grand scheme, "I've wanted to get my hands on you for far too long."
"Wh-wha-?!" Well, Lars was definitely on top of his 'Keep Twister from talking' game, despite being too drunk to walk. Sealing their lips again, he let loose a soft, possessive growl.
"You're mine, Twist. Anyone else touches you like I want to, and I'll fuckin' pulverize them." That didn't sound like an empty threat, either, if Lars' drunken rage at the bar was any indication.
"Lars, really, man, this ain't funny, anymore-" Shying away again, he managed to wrestle himself out of his brother's drunken deathgrip, and moved to stand up. The elder made a lucky grab, the orangette's thin wrist in hand, and in seconds Twister had himself a whopping handful and a half of his brother's rather stiff bulge, and he couldn't help but gasp a little, looking away with beet red cheeks.
"I ain't playin', Twist. I mean it." He tried to assure while also trying not to take advantage of that thin palm and those gorgeous, long fingers.
"Yo-you're drunk, Lars! You're probably just horny from all the booze you had. H-how about you, uh, sleep it off and we'll talk about this tomorrow?" To be honest, though, his fingers itched to feel more of the throbbing organ twitching for him beneath the thick denim of the other's pants.
"I got drunk so I wouldn't bail." Came the half-ashamed admittance, and he blushed a tad darker, "I know it ain't normal, but I can't help it. You're the best jackin' material in my arsenal." It seemed the liquor had thoroughly wrecked the filter between Brain and Mouth, and Lars' thoughts just kept pouring out like water from a broken faucet. Confused by the perverse nature of the verbiage practically shoved at him, Twister's mind concocted a loose plan and he managed to silence the elder with a long, slow squeeze.
"How about this… Lemme set up my camera, and we'll record it… And you can watch it in the morning, and see how you feel, okay?" It may not have been much of a plan, but it was all his hazing mind could come up with. Lars seemed to think it through, albeit quickly, before sighing and reclining on his bed.
"You have thirty seconds." He huffed, arms crossing behind his head. Taking the warning rather seriously, Twister pulled out his camera and set it up at a good vantage point, set it rolling, and made his way back to the bed. "Strip." The order was well-received, and the younger was bare save for his hat, sliding onto his brother's stomach when he patted it.
Those smooth thighs seemed to call his hands, and the elder roughly gripped them at first, giving a soft moan of appreciation as he worked his fingers into the tightly corded muscle. Spreading the other's legs a bit further, he instructed the younger to lean back a little, that tight little pucker making his eyelids droop. Oh, yes, this was going to be good. Reaching underneath his pillow, the elder pulled out a tube of lube and popped the cap.
"I want you on your hands and knees. I want to watch you prepare yourself for me." There was too much fuel for this in his head, but he figured this was a good enough start. Watching the other crawl off of him and shove his face into the blankets, hips up and wiggling slightly, he drizzled some of the slick liquid down his crack, earning a broken 'Lars!' that made him smirk. Those thin fingers he'd dreamt of for far too long worked those pert globes apart, and soon two were sunk deep where Lars was ready to plunder. His own hand moved to stroke his cock as the other worked his clothes off, and he smirked. "Beg me for it, Twist. Gimme a good birthday present." He breathed, head feeling too light as he tightened his grip on his own cock.
"Mn… Lars..." He grunted, "I d-don't wanna beg…"
"I said beg, Baby Brother. Do it, and I'll give you a reward once I've had my way with you." The elder snapped back, "Do it."
"Nn… F-fine. P-Please, Lars… I n-need you…" While he wasn't very convincing, or very sure what to say, it seemed to do enough for the darker skinned male to have him behind his precious brother and rubbing his engorged head against the other's hand, and slightly against his hole.
"Fingers out, I can't wait…" The booze in his system was making this a bit difficult, but as soon as those fingers were gone, he was shoving his way in to the hilt, hearing the broken 'Ow, ow!' and taking it as a good indication that he'd probably stuffed the other too full. Which, honestly, just fueled him further. The slow, painful drag that came with every thrust left Twister a bit sore, and as his brother slapped one of those pert globes, watching it jiggle for him, he almost felt ashamed. If Lars saw this the next day and liked it, what did that mean for him?
"La-Lars, c-careful!" He whined, wiggling a little away, only to find a bruising grip on his hipbones, tugging him back hard and making him cry out. Honestly, what had Twister ever done to deserve this?
Finally reaching down and inward, the elder fisted his younger brother's cock and began to stroke him, which finally seemed to get the pleasure going for him. Soon, the other was poised over his back, giving smaller but more powerful thrusts, biting into his shoulder while all he could do was cry out for him. Knowing he probably wouldn't last as long as he wanted to, having originally intended to make this special, Lars bared down and gave the roughest, possibly jerkiest thrusts of his life as he felt that edge rushing closer.
Rubbing a hand up the other's thin chest, he tweaked at a nipple and dug his fingers in at the other's collarbones, making him gasp as he felt a few throbbing pulses and suddenly his brother was screaming out his name. A rush of heat proved he'd come, and even still the younger was just getting started. It seemed that this disappointed the elder, but he pulled back once he'd sufficiently filled his brother and flipped him over, nearly taking an ankle to the back of his head.
"C'mon, Twist, it wasn't that bad, was it?" He muttered, before swiftly sucking a dark mark into the other's hip, kissing his way closer to the redhead's cock.
"J-just… F-finish me, damn…" Whining softly, Twister was pleasantly surprised when he found a tongue on his sloppy hole, his hips lifted a little as Lars tasted himself there, and seemed far too pleased with himself. Lapping out some of his own spunk, he hummed softly while the other groaned for him, eyelids fluttering long lashes over his freckled cheeks. Hips jerking a bit, he pressed closer, feet pressed to the long, dark hair of his brother as he pulled him in closer. That tongue seemed willing to do anything, at this point, to please him, and he found his end too soon.
"Lars~!" That broken cry was enough to make the elder grin as he pulled back, face rather sticky as he tugged the other around, practically manhandling him around until they were snuggled into the blankets. After he finally caught his breath, he chuckled slightly, "Never thought you'd be a, uh, cuddler."
"Shut up and enjoy it, Munchkin." Lars muttered, already half-asleep.
When the other was finally asleep, Twister rose and turned off his camera, before being practically tugged back to bed. Well, it wascomfortable… Sinking in, he managed to catch sleep sometime around five AM, cuddled up and soaked in the other's scent.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ AN: Yay another story updated! I'm not super happy with this, but I like it well enough.