Chapter 10

Dave threw himself full force into the strike, but his brother side stepped the clumsy charge. Using his momentum, Dave ran a few steps up the wall and did a somersault flip, turning back to his foe in time to deflect a swipe at his chest. The match had been going for some time and both men were drenched in sweat, their muscles screaming, and Dave had a little nick on his bicep from when he had been a little too slow. With a kick off and a side spin, Dave swept at his brother's feet as he raised his sword to protect his back, the older blonde side flipping over him and striking down at him before landing and rolling out of reach.

"Dinner's ready," John bounced into the room.

There was a brief exchanging of looks, a devious smile creeping across Dirk's lips as Dave warned, "Don't you dare."

But Dirk had already launched himself across the dojo straight at the dark haired boy. Dave worried for John's safety until Dirk's sword connected with a loud clang against the hammer John had grabbed from the wall, quickly arming himself for the defense. Dave took the opportunity to charge at his brother again and soon the match turned, two against one. Dirk bobbed and weaved between blows, laughing throatily at the change of pace. John, however, wasn't as skilled as Dave and Dirk took the advantage, kicking the weapon from the boy's hand and sending him sprawling to the floor. Dave jumped in between them but with his sudden loss of focus over John, Dirk quickly disarmed him and sent him toppling on top of the other boy. Dave looked down at John, panting as their bodies were crushed together and a flush ran to both their cheeks. That's when Dave felt cold metal touch his neck and his brother press up hard behind him.

"I win," Dirk's voice was low and dangerous like a lion's purr and it made Dave's cock twitch.

John looked up at Dave as he felt the blonde's body respond, then to the older man hovering over them, then back as his blush deepened and he looked away. Dirk lingered for another second before disengaging and offering his hand to Dave. The younger man took his hand and stood, turning to offer the same to John. The other boy, however, stood on his own and refused to look either man in the eye.

"Dinner," John mumbled before racing from the room.

Dave turned to Dirk crestfallen but the older man put on a stoic look, ruffling his brother's hair before exiting the dojo. The dinner table was awkwardly quiet and Dave shoveled down his food faster than normal before excusing himself to shower and call it a night. The showers were quiet save for the hiss of water and Dave stood with his back to the spray, little rivulets of water coursing over his body, steam surrounding him as he stared at the floor, deep in thought. He secretly hoped that his brother would come sneak in behind him like that night at the hotel. He hoped John would poke his head in and engage in an awkward make-out session. But he was alone in the stalls. With a heavy, defeated sigh, Dave shut off the water and sulked off to his lonely chamber.

It was well after midnight. Dave had tossed and turned but had failed to get to sleep at all. He didn't jump when the door handle rattled, only slid his eyes sullenly to observe who would walk through the door. He almost hopped it'd be some battle ready soldier wielding a gun. When John peeked in from the dimly lit hallway, however, Dave couldn't help but feel relief spread through him.

"Dave?" John's voice was barely a whisper, tentative and secret.

"Come on in," Dave matched his friend's volume, but made his tone as nonchalant as possible.

The dark haired boy closed the door behind him and padded across the dark room, bumping into the bed before climbing in and snuggling up to Dave. The blonde just wrapped his arm around the boy and sighed happily. They laid there quietly for some time before John spoke up.

"Dave?"

"Hm?"

"Can…can I ask you something?"

"Sure can, Egbert."

There was a prolonged silence before John cleared his throat and continued, "Today. Sparing. With your brother. When we were beaten… when we… do you… oh my god why is this so hard to ask?"

Dave chuckled darkly, "Because it's not an easy question to ask. Or answer."

They were quiet for a few more moments before Dave screwed up the courage to continue, "Yes. Dirk and I have. I'll understand if you want to leave."

John didn't move, instead mulling over the answer to the question he couldn't ask, "Wasn't that, I dunno, kinda weird? I mean he is your brother, right?"

"Yeah," Dave remembered back to holding the gun to his brother's head, to forcing the older man to suck his dick, to fucking him, "It was a weird situation all together."

"I'll bet."

They were quiet for a few more moments before curiosity got the better of Dave, "So you're ok with it?"

"Well I can't say I expected it," John chuckled, "But then again I didn't expect what happened in the bathroom today. Or this actually. I'm kinda just going with what feels right, ya know?"

"Liberating isn't it?" Dave laughed and pulled John up into a kiss.

"Very," John hummed against his friend's lips, his breath catching as the blond pressed into his hips.

Dave rolled John onto his back, their lips staying connected as the blond ran his hand down John's chest and stomach, grabbing at the growing bulge in the black haired boy's shorts. John groaned and wriggled his hips in response. Shoving his hand greedily beneath the mesh fabric, Dave wasted no time in furiously pumping John's cock. Pulling back with a hiss, John bit his lips as his eyes fluttered shut, a soft, high pitched whine building in his throat.

"So fucking hot," Dave rutted himself into John's hip as he nipped at the boy's throat.

John hissed again, "Damn. Shit. Shit, Dave, I can't hold it."

"Do it," Dave smiled into his neck and John groaned as his hips thrust, his legs shaking as he coated the blonde's hand in warm cum.

"I'm sorry," John panted, his voice shaky with a twinge of disappointment.

"For what?" Dave laughed, whipping his hand on a discarded shirt on the floor.

"Not lasting very long."

"Don't sweat it," the blond placed a pacifying kiss on his lover's swollen lips, before adjusting himself with a growl, his erection pressing against his shorts.

"Dave?"

"Hm?"

"Can I…watch?"

Dave's cock jumped in the confines of his shorts, "Watch?"

"Yeah," John fumbled for words in the dark room, "Like, watch you cum? I'm a little worn out and don't know that I could do it for you, but I want you to get off too."

"Little dark in here," Dave smiled.

"Yeah, I guess it is," John's voice was so disheartened that Dave had to laugh and kiss him reassuringly.

"You are such a dork," Dave reached for the bedside table and flicked on the small light that sat on it, wincing as a pale light flooded the room.

Red met blue in the dim light and blushes rose in both their cheeks. John wiggled away from Dave a bit as the blond slid his shorts off, his cock bouncing happily as its prison was removed. Stretching his arm out invitingly, Dave sighed contentedly as John snuggled back up against him. Taking his free hand, a throaty groan escaped the blonde's parted lips as his hand connected with his sensitive flesh. Dave tried to put on a little bit of a show, slowly pumping the shaft, flexing this way and that with his hand, tugging at his balls, but he couldn't hold back for long and soon he dove in to pumping himself furiously, racing to climax. A warm hand on his chest made him slow a bit, bringing him back to the fact that he had an audience to his actions, and suddenly it wasn't about racing to the finish.

Nudging his forehead into the boy next to him, Dave whispered moans into him, "John. I've wanted you for so long. Mmm. God I want to explore every inch of your body."

The dark haired boy replied huskily, "I've always wanted to see you jerk off. I can't believe you're doing it for me."

Dave hummed at the encouragement, "Oh, baby. I wanna cum for you so bad."

"Yeah?" John rubbed his hand across Dave's chest and fondled first one nipple then the other, "You gonna cum for me?"

"Mm-hm," Dave whined.

"Wanna fuck me?"

"Yeah," his voice was breathy as his hips bucked, his speed increasing and a fire burned in his belly.

"Shove your dick into me?" John continued his dirty talk, "Make me scream your name?"

"Oh fuck, John," Dave groaned, "I'm gonna shoot."

"Then shoot it."

Dave nearly screamed, biting his lip as a powerful orgasm tore through him, sending his body into spasms as his eyes locked with John's. Panting, the blond couldn't help himself as he pressed fevered kiss after fevered kiss to his lover until John gently pushed back laughing, trying to catch his breath. After a quick clean up, the two boys snuggled together as sleep began to take them. As Dave drifted off, he couldn't help but smile at how absurdly right it all felt.