Another Friday afternoon alone. Another makeout session with his older brother.
Malcolm closed his eyes as Reese kissed down his chest, trailing down to his jeans, and, god, did it feel good. He wasn't even sure how all this sneaky stuff started with Reese, but Malcolm, especially in times like these, was more than happy it did.
Stopping at Malcolm's crotch, Reese undid his button, then began taking Malcolm's zipper with his teeth and sliding it down.
Then Reese paused.
"Whoa, dude," Malcolm's eyes opened and glared at Reese. "Why the hell did you stop?"
"I wasn't sure how far you wanted to go."
"You've never cared how far I wanted to go, ever. We just ended up making out one day."
"Yeah, but..." Reese protested, "we haven't done any SEX stuff yet."
"That's true... are you worried I don't want to? Because I do. Really, really, do. So please get on with it."
Reese shook his head. "Not that. It's just like... when we get around to... you know... buttsex..."
"Jesus Christ, Reese, you sound like you're 12."
"Well like, I wanna know who gets to top."
"It doesn't even MATTER, right now, because we don't have any lube, remember? You used it all vandalizing the school-"
"-Yeah, I remember, but, like, it's something I've been thinking about for a while. Because like, I should get to top."
"I'm pretty sure we're just supposed to switch off," Malcolm sighed, "now PLEASE, can we get back to whatever you were doing? I'm dying here."
Lol I don't write smut sorry to disappoint y'all lol