Netflix & Chill
Brick panted hard, his pace moving faster. The silence of his room at midnight disturbed by his breathing and masturbation. "F*ck!" He cursed disgusted of himself from pleasuring himself with the image of Bubbles. She's his best friend's younger sister and was his too, considering he grew up with the girls.
Their fathers are inseparable ends of magnets with their shared interest in the field of Science and Mathematics. His brothers and the Utonium girls grew up like family. Buttercup is his best friend, their love in music that inspired them to create a band, doing gigs here and there in the city of Townsville. Blossom, the everything nice and responsible one is like a mother to all of them. Bubbles, the youngest of them all, who Brick always saw as his younger sister was now the woman of interest that his erect member reacted to.
His cock twitched. Brick could hear her moans, remembering the events from afternoon. He decided to use the bathroom upstairs after Buttercup raced him to the bathroom near the kitchen, claiming it hers. Their make-do dip for spicy chicken wings that included wasabi, cream, cheese, and mayo has been decided to never happen again after it gave them indigestion.
He was halfway through the hallway, his destination at the very edge, when he heard moaning. He stopped for a moment, retreating from and stopping to the door he just crossed. The noises he heard were controlled, almost silent, but his ears failed to ignore it. The door was open by an inch, he looked through the gap and was about to knock when the sight before him made the discomfort from his stomach disappear.
Bubbles was on her bed, her skirt hoisted up and her shirt pulled above her milky round breasts that was exposed for her to pleasure. She fondled her right breast, moaning at her own touch as she got creative. She whirled her fingers around her nipples and played with every method she knew. Her other hand was on her lower region between her legs that were spread apart, giving Brick a full view of the sexual activity. He saw her wet sex and swallowed the lump on his throat. Bubbles moaned and squirmed as her fingers slid in and out of her. She would withdraw and play with her opening, sliding between the folds, circling around her clitoris and back inside her dripping walls. That was her pattern, creating a sound that made Brick lick his lips. He almost reached out for his cock for a good stroke from what he was witnessing but Bubbles reached her end. Her hips rose from the mattress as she buried her head on her pillow, her moan was trapped by the cushion as she released.
"Brick! Come on you didn't even eat that much." He whipped his head to the direction of Buttercup's voice after she called for him from downstairs.
The redhead glanced back into the room and saw Bubbles flat on her back, breathing heavily from her ministrations. Leaving the area and heading to the bathroom, he appeased his aroused organ, cleaned his mess before going back down in the living room. He joined Buttercup on the couch pressing a pillow above his lap to cover his still active appendage and moved on to watching Star Wars with his best friend.
It was the second time that night that the memories of the blonde Utonium visited him. His hands giving in to the pleasure and occasionally reaching for the tissues on his nightstand.
Brick avoided the Utonium residence for the succeeding days. The band's practices moved to their garage instead of the Utonium's and his meet ups with Buttercup either led to the arcade or a place in the city. And now, thanks to Buttercup getting drunk from the party they went to night ago, the green-eyed Utonium was grounded for a month. Since they were paired up for their chemistry project and none of Brick's begging would convince the professor, the redhead unlocked his car and drove to the Utonium's residence. He parked at the driveway to the garage and pressed the doorbell.
The door was opened by the girl who held the same hair as his. He greeted her. Blossom gave an exasperated sigh and made Buttercup know of Brick's arrival.
"I'm in the kitchen." Buttercup stated.
Blossom gave way so Brick could enter. Brick thanked her and entered, heading straight to Buttercup's said location.
"Hey, do you want anything?" Buttercup, who was eating a bowl of cereal, offered.
Brick shook his head and chuckled. "What time did you wake up again?"
"10:25" Buttercup shrugged after glancing at the clock on the wall that showed half past ten.
"Well, you're here early. I thought you'd come by around 3 in the afternoon." Buttercup continued.
Brick sat together with her on the kitchen island. "Nah, something's been bothering me last night. I couldn't sleep."
Buttercup nodded her head not bothering to ask since it was a norm for the redhead. However it wasn't, he wasn't used to masturbating to the image of Bubbles and Buttercup didn't need to be aware of that.
The coffee maker came to a stop. Buttercup swallowed her food and looked at the machine. "Bubbles the coffee's done." She called out.
Brick stiffened. The girl he dreaded to see emerged from the backdoor. She had her hair in a bun and was untying the apron around her waist. She was wearing her pajamas which was baggy as always to conceal her curves and deflect boys from Megaville High School. It didn't fool Brick's eyes however, what he saw inside the blonde's room made Bubbles seem naked to him.
"Hello, Brick." Bubbles flashed her with her adorable smile which didn't help the guy as a tent threatened to appear from below.
The redhead gave her a thin smile and waved before turning his head away from her to rid him of anything that would excite the thing between his legs. Bubbles was slightly disturbed by his demeanor while Buttercup was too engrosed on eating to notice anything. Bubbles brushed the idea off and threw the apron on the laundry basket.
"I'll just call Blossom to make her coffee. I gave Oreo a bath and I need one too. I'm... well wet." Bubbles headed upstairs, her last word lingering as a tease to Brick.
"Thankfully, I woke up late. I hate giving Oreo a bath." Buttercup claimed, knowing how playful the dog was.
Brick stood up and ruffled her hair. "C'mon finish that up so we can start on that damned project."
Buttercup grumbled.
"You idiot! He was right in front of you!" Buttercup berated her companion after they lost their game.
"Says the one who died 2 minutes into the game." Brick remarked and took a drink from his coke.
A light knock on the door before it opened made the duo look over. Buttercup took the pizza away from her mouth and looked at Bubbles. The blonde gave her sister 'the look'. Buttercup dropped her shoulders and closed the pizza box before grabbing her Mt. Dew. She was still grounded and since Brick got all enthusiastic over playing Valorant, they finished their project early. Taking the box and canned soda with her, she stood up from the beanie chair and headed to the door where Bubbles held it open for her.
"One round?" Buttercup spoke with puppy eyes.
"No." Bubbles shook her head.
Brick chuckled at his best friend's pitiful state. "You're lucky I didn't tell them about you going skinny dipping into the pool."
Bubbles gasped. Buttercup sent Brick a glare. "The f*ck is your problem!"
"Go on, I won't tell Dad." Bubbles assured. "Plus, you need to get to your room. Dad maybe out of town but Blossom won't leave you off her radar. I already told her you and Brick were done with your project and she will check on you later so better get up there."
Panicked, Buttercup sprinted to her room. Bubbles giggled at this before entering the room, the door closing behind her. Brick took one last sip on his drink and stood up.
"Well, where are you going?" Bubbles asked.
"The project is done. I should head back myself."
Bubbles waved a hand of dismissal. She flopped down to where Buttercup was previously seated and grabbed the controller. "Play with me for a bit. I miss this game. Buttercup's been grounded for two weeks now and I'm not waiting half a month just to play. I doubt Blossom knows how to play this so join me."
Brick quickly obliged. Their father is not too lenient on them so unlike the Utonium who had a room with a big screen for movie night and gaming, Mojo provided Brick and his brothers a study room, a library.
Thirteen rounds after, Brick watched in awe as Bubbles singlehandedly won their team the game once again.
"Two weeks of suspended gaming did you that." He cocked his head to the side and smirked.
"Hey, I may look lame but I'm not that lame." Bubbles jabbed his arm.
"Yeah, you were a good support." Brick nodded his head in agreement.
Bubbles dropped her jaw and threw him a pillow. "Support?! I fricking won the game." She argued with a laugh.
Brick laughed along and placed the pillow that Bubbles threw on his lap. He switched the screen to Netflix, deciding to stay a little longer. He handed the remote to Bubbles for her to pick them a movie. As she was going through the list, Brick reached for the remote for the lights and turned it off. The blonde finally choose a movie before leaning back to the beanie. Half way through, the protagonists of the film got very intimate. Brick turned away from the screen like an awkward puppy. Bubbles laughed at this and lowered the volume of the show as the sounds were bothering her too. The quick make-out scene they expected to end never did and they just sat there.
Brick glanced to his right and saw the visible red that tainted the pale skin of the girl beside him. He too was starting to get aroused and he has thankful of the pillow on his lap.
"This must be uncomfortable for you." Bubbles began.
Brick refused to turn to her and simply rested his hand behind his head. He quickly sat back up as the weight of the pillow disappeared on his lap.
"Wait." He moved to grab the pillow but Bubbles threw it across the room.
Bubbles stared wide-eyed onto Brick's crotch. He cover himself with his hands and avoided eye-contact when the blonde looked up at him.
"I c-can... he-help you." Bubbles stuttered.
"It's okay. Guys are like this. It'll go away in awhile."
Bubbles turned to her side, a tear trickling down her face. "Is it because I'm a loser?"
"No. No. It's just-"
"Then why? Even Ace refused to do it with me." She cut him off.
"What?" Brick growled, holding Bubbles on his shoulders. "That self-proclaimed delinquent? What the f*ck did he do to you?"
Bubbles saw the fire in his eyes. She knew that look and once saw it when Brick found out about the bruise Boomer had on his lower back. The wrath he had was incontrollable. It didn't die down when Brick found the culprit and beat him up to death. He would've died if it weren't for Buttercup who was crying and begging him to stop.
Bubbles gulped. "Nothing. I promise. He said I was too much of a child for him to touch." She held his hand to show him her sincerity.
Brick released her in his hold and sighed. "You're not a loser okay and don't let others say otherwise." His hand moved to the side of her head, his thumb gently caressing her cheeks. "You are the most precious thing in this world and you deserve the best. Not a guy who serves hamburgers and pays a hundred bucks just to sleep with a woman. I swear if that guy even lay his eyes on you..." He stopped. The words he was going to say was not something he wanted Bubbles to hear.
His eyes snapped down to his manhood after he left small hands rub him. He stared back at Bubbles who merely looked at him with pleading eyes. He gave a sigh of defeat. So long as he limited himself to her touch.
F*ck it! I hope things wouldn't get awkward after this.
He stood from the ground and was about to remove his pants when small hands stopped him. Brick looked at her. Bubbles blushed and shifted her eyes to the hem of his shirt. She slowly pulled it up, the light from the still active but muted screen gave her a glimpse of the redhead's toned hard abs. She wanted to remove it and lifted his shirt but their height difference proved as an obstacle, making Brick remove it for her. Bubbles breathed out, warm-breath caressing Brick's exposed skin. Broad shoulders and hard muscles, Bubbles' gentle hands touched him like delicate glass in Professor Utonium's lab. She traced every crevice of his well-defined muscles, travelling from his biceps to his chest, grazing a finger over his nipple, to his abdominal muscles and when she got lower, Brick's hands stopped her.
Her touch was torturing him. It felt like electricity coursing through his body. He was breathing hard and his cock was begging for release as his pants still confined the twitching member. He growled after Bubbles' hands got closer to his groin. The blonde looked up at him and after seeing the pain in his eyes, she kneeled to the ground. She dropped his pants together with his boxers. Bubbles bit her lower lip at the appendage that greeted her. He's big and she expected no less. She placed her index finger on the tip and circled it after feeling a slimy substance.
"Bubbles. Please." Brick practically begged.
Bubbles leaned closer and licked him from the base to the tip, drenching Brick before licking her lips. She opened her mouth and slowly took him in until the blonde felt him in her throat. She pulled back out and switched to her hands. Brick moaned to her touch, relishing the feel of small gentle hands stroking him nothing compared to his own hand. Bubbles took him in again and started with a slow pace. She did as what she read on the internet and rolled her tongue around just like a lollipop. Her hands traveled to his scrotum, caressing and rubbing him. She stared up to him and when their eyes met, a hand pushed her further. She sucked him whole, gagging as Brick entered her. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and thrusted inside her. Bubbles moved with his pace moaning now and then, creating a vibration that made Brick pull his head back as he continued his assualt. He was close. Bubbles felt him twitch and quickened her pace. A few more thrust and Brick grunted, releasing his load in her mouth. He pulled out of her and watched her swallow, wiping away the liquid that escaped her mouth.
"You're f*cking hot." Brick kneeled before capturing her mouth, tasting a bit of him.
His tongue was about to enter her mouth when a knock hit the frame of the door.
Sh*t. He cursed and pulled away from Bubbles. Soon after, he was back in his clothes at the blink of an eye.
"Bubbles?" Blossom spoke beyond the door.
Bubbles looked at the door. "What is it?"
"Are you watching a movie with Brick? I saw his car outside and I made dinner. Join us soon."
Brick turned off the television and helped Bubbles up. Bubbles combed her hair with her fingers, looking at Brick for approval once she looked neat. Brick nodded and picked up the can of his soda. They both exited the room, concealing any signs or emotions that were left from their session, and headed to the dining room to join the two Utonium sisters.
Butch struggled to dodge his brother's punches. It was hard but he was able to dodge it, thankfully. It was Sunday the three Jojo brothers were up at their usual routine of mixed martial arts. Boomer and Butch had their spar the previous week, resulting to an impressive win from Boomer. Butch tightened his fist and threw consecutive punches to Brick. No way was he losing again. Brick was fast and dodge all of it. He was dancing on his feet. Butch clenched his jaw and did a roundhouse. That should've ended the match but Brick blocked his feet. Boomer, who was watching at the side, took a step back after seeing Brick's eyes.
What the f*ck. Butch's eyes widened. He quickly retreated and was on a defensive stance. Boomer and Butch exchanged looks, the former nodding his head before both attacked the redhead.
"Brick." Boomer stated.
Brick clicked his tongue and surrendered. Butch was the first to release him, asking what was wrong. Brick simply groaned and headed to the bench that held their things. He drank his water in one sitting and headed to the showers. Green met blue, Butch and Boomer exchanged looks as they watched Brick's retreating form.
Brick discarded his clothes and stepped into the shower. Cold water washing over him. He slowly closed his eyes before his knuckles hit the tiled wall.
Butch sighed and placed a bookmark on the page he was reading. He turned to the youngest Jojo, who was driving the car. "Do you know what's going on with Brick?" He questioned.
Boomer shrugged his shoulders. His fingers tapped the steering wheel and wondered as well. "It's odd for him to suddenly call in sick. I clearly understand that it is a Monday but still."
"He's been weird since yesterday." Butch claimed after remembering the redhead nearly lose control.
Reaching their home, Butch was the first to leave the car. He headed straight to Brick's room, off to give him his make-up lessons from missing school for the day. He entered the room and he found the redhead sitting on his bed, earpods on and eyes closed. He pulled the device on his ear to tell him of his presence. Brick slowly opened his eyes and glanced at his older brother before removing the other piece on his ear. Butch handed him a folder which Brick received and discarded on his nightstand. The redhead slid down to his bed and pulled the sheets over him.
"Son of a." Butch grabbed the blanket pulled it away.
Brick didn't say a word and turned over, on his stomach. The firstborn that he is, Butch was about to give him an earful but seeing the pitiful state of his younger brother, he sat on the edge of the bed. He placed the blanket on the bed and faced Brick.
"Come on little bro, what's wrong?" Butch started.
Brick lifted his head and narrowed his eyes. "Get out."
"But little bro-"
"F*ck you. Stop calling me that!" Brick sat up.
"But my little bro is pouting." Butch pouted.
"Ewww. You're disgusting."
"I get it. Brick Jojo can't be withered by an absence. You'll perfect the test anyway but what the hell are you broding over?"
Brick remained silent.
"Excuse me but Buttercup is here for you." Boomer looked at Brick after opening the door.
Butch shifted his eyes from Boomer to Brick and stood up. "I'll be in my room." If it was Buttercup, he knew it would soon be noisy and it wasn't his Monday mood.
"You won't be eating supper again?" Boomer asked since it was a habit of the eldest to do so.
Butch shook his head and proceeded to leave. Boomer turned to the Brick.
"I suggest you see her. Her temper is quiet fiesty one. I am quiet famished myself so I shall retire to my quarters as well. I have bought Chinese food so do help yourselves." Were the blonde's last words before leaving.
Boomer was right. Buttercup was going to throw a fit if Brick made her wait. Hoping out of his bed, he headed downstairs to greet his best friend. To his surprise, no one was there. He looked around to see if Buttercup decided to go to the bathroom or kitchen and found nothing. He stepped out of the living room and the moment he did, a bucket of cold war was thrown over him. He stood shaking before slowly looking up.
"What the f*ck!" He looked at his brothers who were laughing their asses out.
Luckily for Boomer, he easily convinced Butch. No one was going to miss a chance to pull a conniving stunt against the redhead. Boomer dropped the bucket and started running as Brick ascended the staircase.
"You better run!" Brick threatened and chased his brothers around the house.
It was when a vase was broken did Mojo come out of his study and scold the boys but failed to stop them as Boomer apologize to their father before he ran and hid from Brick. Mojo shook his head and went back to his room.