So many people think we've got it wrong
They'll try to break us but we won't play along
So let's get down and dirty baby
Let's get restless baby
Loving You – Paolo Nutini


"It's the middle of the day." Stefan pursed his lips as they pulled into the driveway.

Damon snorted. "Don't lose courage now, brother." His feigned bravado was impressive as ever but his eyes were hesitant as he took his hand away from Stefan's leg.

Stefan looked down at the space between them and back up. "The brother's thing should matter, right?"

"Don't pretend that isn't at least part of the appeal." Damon scratched at the back of his neck and turned the car off. Of the gray morality he composed his life around, the fact that they were brothers didn't even cast a shadow on anything. He smirked at Stefan's surprise.

"We're many things." Damon jangled the keys in his hands before crossing his arms. "If you think we can just be brothers now…"

"No." Stefan shook his head. "I don't want to go back. I just… What the hell do we do now?" Stefan whispered as he pulled Damon's arms loose and slid closer. There was a promising brightness in his eyes that made Damon sit straighter, unconsciously wetting his lip.

"When was your last drink?"

Stefan stilled, looking at him with curiosity. "The dance. Me and Ric…"

"So you're sober now?" Damon cut him off, ideas building.

Looking slightly aghast, Stefan tilted his head. "Aren't you?"

The answer was obvious. They'd been together all day. Damon smiled. "Obnoxiously so."

Stefan rolled his eyes. "I'm sober enough."

Remembering the other conversation, Damon bit his lip, trying not to grin. "Enough for what?"

Leering at him, Stefan fell towards him. "To remember this is what I wanted tomorrow morning."

"Well then." Like changing the channel, Damon started leaning in close. "We've been making out in public all morning. So now, we go inside and stop holding back." His eyes fell to Stefan mouth. "And you touch me, anyway you've ever wanted to. "

Stefan blew out a breath. "You know," Stefan started, drumming his fingers on Damon's thigh. "I have been thinking about that."


"I can't believe you wanted to do this. You have no idea how much I've thought about this since the first time. Since before that."

There had been no preamble, not that Damon wanted soft touches and gentle exploration, but Stefan had looked at him with eyes full of hunger, and fuck yeah, there'd already been an entire lifetime of foreplay to get them to this point. He watched amazed as Stefan took him and he knew there'd be time for the rest of it later.

Damon's hand combed through Stefan's hair, easy since his little brother had been kneeling in front of him. Stefan eyes fell closed, kept the pressure steady and rhythm smooth as his mouth slid on Damon's cock. His hands held firmly on Damon's hips, keeping them still. Stefan had all the control here and he took full advantage of it, making these sweet little sounds Damon could feel reverberate through him.

They had barely moved off his bed. Damon sat on the edge with his legs spread enough for Stefan to get his mouth around Damon's dick and he wanted to be spread out, to feel Stefan lined up against his entire body, but fuck if he was going to be the first person to pull away.

Stefan seemed rather determined to finish the job anyway. His hand came up to crook a finger behind Damon's balls, already tight against his body. He pulled off just enough to dig the tip of his tongue into the leaking slit at the head before sliding back down and oh, OH, yes.

"Oh shit," Damon grunted as Stefan took him deeper. Damon's back shook, he hadn't realized he had bent so far over, cradling Stefan's head. He couldn't keep his hips from snapping then, the tightness promised by the back of Stefan's throat cried out to him. But he tried to resist, fear of hurting his little brother, of ruining what they had barely started. He tried to let the one hand Stefan still had on his hip steady him.

Until he felt teeth.

"Hey!"

Stefan pulled off enough then, eyes lust-blown, and a smirk playing at his swollen lips as he licked them.

"Stop being such a bitch and fuck my mouth already." He leaned in, brushed his lips gently over the place his teeth left pink marks in the blood engorged flesh, and blinked up at Damon, feigning innocence.

"Huh," Damon barely choked out a laugh, scraping his hand over his eyes. If he thought Stefan was hot before, the dark challenge in his eyes made him light up like an inferno. "I'm trying to go easy on you."

"Why start now?" Stefan deadpanned, brushing his finger between Damon's legs and sliding further up towards his hole almost as if the movement wasn't on purpose.

This definitely wasn't Stefan's first time giving head, but Damon had no idea why he never knew Stefan was out there experimenting. Stefan had almost always been a serial monogamist, except when he went Ripper, but even then Damon thought he knew all his brother's rigidly straight relationships.

Stefan looked slightly amused at the mini road trip Damon's mind took, his thumb getting in on the action of manipulating Damon's sac. "I can go gentler if that's what you want."

"No!" Burst out of him too loud, he laughed meekly again, embarrassed, brushing his hands behind Stefan's ears as he stood up. "No, babe, we're done pretending to be nice guys right?"

Stefan smiled with unexpected confidence and returned to stroking and mouthing at Damon's tip like he was just feeding off it. When Damon froze, concentrating on not immediately exploding, Stefan growled, and grabbed Damon's hands, moving them to the back of his head. The angle was better, the control more what he was used to; at least for the brief moment it lasted. With a strong tug on Damon's hips, Stefan surprised him again by swallowing his entire length till the head trapped in Stefan's throat.

"Oh fuck." Damon panted, doing what he could to keep his eyes focused, watching his heavy cock stretch his little brother's mouth open. He was ruined. It could only be this forever; only Stefan, or he just may never get hard again.

Where the hell did Stefan get so good at this? He shook the thought out before it drove him crazy. It felt so fucking incredible, it didn't matter anyway. He bit his lip, realizing he was making those noises too. Stefan was never going to do this for another person if Damon had anything to say about it.

With encouragement, and rapidly declining control, Damon's hips slammed forward again, stealing one more inch of Stefan's throat before snapping back again. He thought about pausing a second to let them adjust, thought about it, tried to think about it, no, his hips were moving on their own, his hands manipulating Stefan's head over his flesh and Stefan may have grunted, but then he kept making these little sounds of pleasure. Kinky bitch.

Stefan's tongue was doing wonders, applying more pressure, flicking over the crown when it got close enough. How the hell had Damon gone so long without doing this with him? How the hell did Stefan know all his triggers?

He felt his heart rhythm change when Stefan's eyes were on his again.

That earnest teenager that was Damon's best friend when they were growing up was still looking back at him, and suddenly Damon realized. He told Stefan, at one point or another, exactly how he got off, what he liked, who did it best. It had been a tease, so long ago, to make his sensitive brother blush. Even then he liked to get Stefan excited, to let him in on a whole other world before their father's influence stuck. And maybe Damon got a cheap second hand pleasure out of the retelling.

It was not instructions. At least, not intentionally...

But hallelujah for Stefan's memory keeping.

Maybe there was a journal somewhere Damon hadn't read where Stefan made his notes hoping this day would come. Stefan hadn't been kidding when he said he chased after Damon from the start. Waited all this fucking time.

"I fucking love you, Stef."

Stefan's eyes shone bright, cheeks hollowing as his lips closed tighter around Damon and his tongue did –whatthefuckwasthat—making his spine sizzle. He couldn't stop himself; his insides melted and pulsed out across Stefan's tongue. Damon arched into it, one hand still cradling the base of Stefan head with his knees braced against Stefan's chest and shoulders, keeping him from falling.

He panted, bones useless, but he somehow kept from crumpling into a pile.

Stefan didn't say anything, just looked up at him with a question in his eyes.

Damon nodded. "Hell yeah, let's see it." He brushed a thumb over Stefan's lips as his mouth parted, presenting the milky whiteness on his tongue. Stefan kept his gaze and Damon watched, mesmerized by the flex of his throat before Stefan revealed his empty mouth.

"Come here." Damon fell back, tugging Stefan on top of him on the bed.

"You know I love you, right?" Stefan nudged closer.

The glow of pleasure and relief flared infinitely bright in Damon's chest. He tipped his head against Stefan's, nose brushing against his cheek. "Again."

Stefan pressed his hips forward as his legs bent over his brother's thighs. "I love you, Damon. Always."

Body still tingling, he held on loosely as Stefan curled beside him letting the heat linger between them. Damon slid his hand down between their bodies, a sticky wetness smearing over his fingers. Stefan stilled and pulled back, eyes heavy lidded.

"Well I was going to help you along, but uh…"

"Um, yeah" Stefan glowed, eyes still intense. "I sorta, already..."

Damon's eyebrows shot up. "When?" He couldn't help but grin. His brother was so fucking beautiful.

"When you took control." Stefan licked his lips and dropped his head to Damon's shoulder. "I really liked it."

With a quiet huff Damon leaned his head back. "Kinky bitch."

Looking back up at him, Stefan tried not to smile. "If I am, that is because of you."

"Water break?" Damon suggested, too stunned and drained to make more words.

Stefan grinned, eyes dancing. "Oh, I'm ready to keep going whenever you are."

"You're hard again?" Lifting his head, Damon looked down the cut lines of Stefan's body. Sure enough, his brother's cock jutted towards him, solid as steel and leaking.

"Still" Stefan corrected. "Also because of you."

He let his head fall back and inhaled deeply. He had forgotten what it was like with vampires. The measureless time that stretched out before them and all the possibilities flooded his imagination. He'd never actually wanted to be with one long enough to figure out how long they took to be satisfied. If that was even possible. This was going to be fun. "In-fucking-satiable."

With a playful smirk, Stefan shook his head. "Oh, blow me, Damon."

One eyebrow shot up as a slow smile spread across Damon's face. "Thought you'd never ask."