And how long must I stay?
Will I lay by your side
Just to say that I'm yours
And you'll never be mine
Litost – X Ambassadors
Damon woke first, surprised to see Stefan still in his bed. More surprised to see himself comfortably draped over his little brother's back while Stefan was sound asleep in his arms. At least this time Damon was the big spoon.
His hand rested low on Stefan's abdomen. The danger of that territory not apparent until Damon's hand brushed against Stefan's morning hardness before he jerked his hand back. "Shit," he yelped, tiny shocks vibrating through his body. He moved his hand higher up Stefan's stomach.
Barely starting to wake, Stefan didn't even turn away. "Happens. Don't worry about it."
Damon bit his lip, looking over Stefan's shoulder where his hand rested mere inches away from the hard bulge pushing against the elastic of the boxers. He could almost make out the exact shape of the tip softened by fabric before he looked away.
"So, I shouldn't be flattered?" Damon smiled; grateful Stefan's back was towards him. He didn't know where the teasing came from, and he really needed some coffee before he lost all control of his mouth. Or put it to a different use.
"Like saying no would stop you." Stefan's snark was all sleep-mumbled as he arched his back into Damon's chest and bumped his feet against Damon's legs under the blankets. "Seventeen forever," he laughed wryly. "Doesn't take much."
"I remember," Damon muttered, keeping his arm tight over Stefan's body.
It could be taken a few ways, he figured. His own time as a teenager, or the countless times he noticed Stefan going through his awkward stages. The idea of that being part of his curse seemed all the more unfortunate. No wonder Stefan kept up the long-term girlfriends. He had to have some regular relief.
"Do you want some help with that?" He curled his fingers a little, bluntly digging into the cut muscles of Stefan's abdomen. He shifted his hips a little, backing away from Stefan's ass before the rest of his body got the same reckless idea.
Stefan made a strangled noise as his eyes flew open. He grabbed Damon's hand off his body as it slid an inch lower. "Don't."
"Why not?" He teased, stomping down the instinct to be a little offended. Of course he knew why not. It'd be a first for them. Stefan had never done more than feed on guys as far as Damon knew. Plus that whole brothers thing. Stefan was sure to be hung up on those sorts of rules. Not to mention the fact that obviously Stefan wouldn't want Damon that way.
He cautiously looked up to see Stefan staring at him. Expecting Stefan to yell all those reasons, to yell about anything, instead Damon saw a wash of shame on Stefan's face as he whispered, "Elena."
And that was not even a reason Damon considered, but of course Stefan would think her most important. He waited a moment to see if all those other—better—actual—reasons would spew out, but Stefan only dropped his gaze.
The offer was meant as a joke anyway. One that Damon was almost pretty sure he was not at all a tiny bit serious about. For the hell of it. Probably. Well, just because he realized he wanted to, didn't mean he ever expected to act on his feelings. He pulled his hand out of Stefan's grip and crossed his arms behind his head to keep his hands to himself.
"So what?" Damon snapped, fighting the urge to power kick Stefan out of his bed and onto the floor.
"So what?" Stefan repeated. He huffed, looking at Damon skeptically. "So, that isn't what we do." Stefan's gaze flicked away embarrassed, like he was the one who offered to stroke his brother's cock.
Rolling his eyes, Damon sat up and scratched through his hair. He meant to let Stefan leave first so he could put some more clothes on before revealing his own awakened dick, but Stefan's attitude seemed to take care of things. "Work on your sense of humor, brother. Feel free to go to your own room any time now." He got out of bed and headed to the shower. Anything to break up the stupid conversation that suddenly made Damon's insides scratchy.
Stefan was downstairs making coffee when Damon got out. The shower did nothing to clear his head. Fuck. It wasn't just jealousy. It was more than a sexual itch he needed to scratch—an overwhelming hunger. He wanted to be with Stefan more than he'd ever wanted anyone. He was going to have to do something about this aching feeling before he exploded. But he couldn't admit anything to Stefan or his brother would be gone forever. He couldn't possibly be this stupid. The tingling dismay clawed away at him.
