Pretty Please

He kept eyeing him from across the dinner table. Their family was oblivious to their…arrangement. Vibrant blue eyes were transfixed on the taller boy across from him as he scarfed down that evening's 'back-of-the-pantry' casserole. Malcolm was starving despite his belly being full, all because his brother had been depriving him of attention all week. He'd get him all worked up by doing small things such as licking his lips slowly while eating ice cream, sauntering around in their youngest brother's tank top under the guise of thinking it was his, or not wearing underwear when he wore sweatpants or shorts. Malcolm nearly came in his pants that day.

Later that night, Malcolm had cornered Reese in the bathroom, begging him to please let him do something, anything, to him. Reese brushed past him with a smirk and went about brushing his teeth. Malcolm slammed the door to their room before dropping to his knees and placing his fingers in the waistband of Reese's pajama bottoms. He peered up at his older brother, a pleading look on his face.

"Pretty please?"

The older boy's face was stoic and unmoving as he continued to brush his teeth, but at a slower pace. Malcolm's eyebrows knitted together, conveying his desperation. "How long has it been since you-"

"Three weeks, four days, twenty hours, fifty-six minutes."

"Nerd." Reese kicked him away from him and spat into to the sink. "Night." He said smugly before opening the door and getting into his bed."

Malcolm sighed while looking down at his erection. "Three weeks, four days, twenty-three hours." He grumbled.

It was just after 3:30 in the morning when Reese put his plan into action. He crept out of his bed and over to Malcolm and Dewey's. He roughly shook the older of the two and upon seeing bleary blue eyes trying to register their surroundings, he smirked and whispered 'follow me' before making his way out of their room via the window.

He padded down the driveway to the garage, waiting no more than a minute before Malcolm stumble in, sporting an obvious boner. "Aww look at that, barely awake, running on pure sexual desire."

"Reese…"

"Shut up. On your knees." Without hesitation, Malcom dropped to his knees, not even shutting the door behind him. "Idiot. I thought you would have closed the door."

"Sorry, sir."

Reese shut the door before shoving Malcom to the ground. "Shut up." Reese pressed his foot onto Malcolm's back. "You wanted me to boss you around, you got is. Lick the ground."

Malcom did as he asked, letting his tongue scrape along the dirty concrete floor until Reese bade him to stop. The older boy squatted in front of his subservient brother, tilting his chin up to meet his gaze. Malcolm could only groan as his head was craned upwards. Their eyes met. Reese's gaze conveyed his underlying lust to be in charge, to command, to berate and belittle while Malcolm's made it obvious that he yearned to be submissive, to be bossed around, to have his astronomically oversized ego taken down a peg or two.

"Say it."

"Pretty, pretty please…sir…"

"Keep going."

"Use me. Please. I need it."

"On your knees." Malcolm quickly sat up on his haunches eagerly awaiting his next order. "Strip me." Malcolm hurriedly wrapped his fingers around the waistband of Reese's boxers. Reese roughly tugged on Malcolm's hair, yanking his head backwards. "Slowly, you idiot." His grip relaxed. "Again."

A slow nod was given before the younger boy went back to his task. He slowly stripped Reese's lower half while looking up at him, however his gaze shifted to the flaccid cock before him. He licked his lips, wanting nothing more than to take it into his mouth.

"Sir…may I please?"

"You may. Don't let me down."

"I'll do my best, sir." He slowly leaned in, teasing the head with his tongue before slowly engulfing the whole thing in his mouth.

"That's it. Good boy. Nice and slow." Malcolm's hands slowly rode up toned legs, eventually cupping perked cheeks. "Oh yea…"

Reese grew stiffer in Malcolm's mouth, eventually becoming fully erect as he bobbed his head back and forth. The firm hand tangled in messy brown locks shifted to the back Malcolm's neck, keeping it in place as narrow hips pushed forward. Malcolm gagged a bit due to the shock of the situation, but he quickly adjusted. Noticing that his sub had fallen into his usual groove, he picked up his pace, thrusting faster and deeper into Malcolm's mouth.

Soft moans filled the garage as Reese pounded into Malcolm's mouth. "Fuck I missed this." Reese groaned before pulling out of Malcolm's mouth. A thin strand of spit linked the shaft of Reese's dick and Malcolm's bottom lip. "You're such a good boy. You want your reward?"

"Yes, sir. Please."

Reese yanked Malcolm's head back as he jerked himself off. Malcolm opened his mouth and let his tongue hang freely, hoping to catch as much of his brother's seed as he could. With a strangled grunt, Reese came, shooting cum onto Malcolm's face and into his mouth. After he was finished, he glared down at his brother's cum covered face.

"Swallow it." Malcolm lapped at the cum streaming down his face before it could hit the ground then swallowing it slowly under Reese's watchful gaze. "Good boy. Get every last drop." Malcolm did as he was ordered, cleaning his face with his hands before drawing the still-warm cum into his mouth. He stayed on his knees eagerly awaiting his next order. "On your feet."

"Yes sir."

Reese drew him into a rough series of kisses before pushing him away. "You taste like whore."

"I'm sorry sir."

"Whatever. Go." Malcolm opened the door for both of them, shutting it before joining Reese by the window.

Reese dropped the macho facade to help his brother into the window before pulling himself through it. Dewey was sleeping soundly as were their parents. Both boys nodded at each other, happy about another successful sneak out. Malcolm looked down at the floor, feeling a bit shy.

"Well, night." He whispered. He turned to get into his bed but felt a firm had grip his upper arm.

Reese pulled him into his arms, hugging him tightly before kissing him on the temple. Malcolm smiled to himself before they pulled away, returning to their beds.