Chapter 2
Bro slid his right arm down around Dave's left butt cheek and yanked upwards. Dave punched him in the shoulder and bit back. Bro chuckled and put his left arm around Dave's other butt cheek, hoisting him up. Dave allowed Bro to half-pick him up and wrapped his left leg around Bro's waist. The two of them were moving now, but not very smoothly. Bro was tugging Dave along as Dave bullishly fought back. This resulted in the refrigerator door coming open, spilling shitty swords all over the linoleum. Next, the blender was in pieces on the floor next to the swords. Puppets were being stomped on and magazines were kicked around.
Eventually Bro managed to drag Dave to the futon, where he unceremoniously threw him down. Dave growled and started to sit up, but Bro was upon him in an instant. Bro was always too fast for Dave. The two of them kissed passionately, sloppier than before. Dave grabbed a fistful of Bro's shirt in his right hand and reached around to squeeze Bro's choice ass with his left hand. God, it was such a nice ass. There had been way too many times in the past where Dave had realized his gaze lingered just a little too long on it. The shades were very handy for such situations. Truth be told, Dave had been oblivious to the fact that Bro had experienced similar issues with Dave's ass.
Bro noticed when Dave had looked at him, of course. Dave got a distinctive expression on his face behind those shades when he was focusing on something-his brows furrowed and he almost frowned. Bro had always dismissed the idea that Dave was checking him out, though. Now he knew better.
Bro's tongue danced across Dave's lower lip slowly until Dave got the hint and opened his mouth ever so slightly. Dave's tongue responded in kind and the two of them French-kissed each other sloppily. Some sort of switch flipped in Dave's mind and he instantly realized how uncool that was. Forcing himself to slow down and take better control of his actions, Dave became more calculating in his motions and the sloppiness factor decreased drastically. Bro noticed the change instantly, and mentally congratulated Dave for his self-awareness, even though it was totally unnecessary right now. As an acknowledgement, Bro placed his right hand up under Dave's shirt and brushed his thumb across Dave's left nipple.
Dave felt the sweet electric tingle as his nerves recognized the stimulation and closed his eyes tightly. Bro was issuing a sort of challenge to him now, it seemed. Could Dave maintain his cool throughout all of this, wherever it led? He always had before during sex. It had never been with Bro, though. A twinge of uncertainty teased Dave's mind as he mulled that over. It just resulted in making him harder. Damn.
Bro wanted to make Dave feel good...better than good, even. Hell, he wanted to give Dave the world. He'd have to settle for making Dave scream his name in ecstasy. Yeah, he could live with just that. The neighbors would just have to deal with the noise. Bro left Dave's mouth and trailed soft, sucking kisses down Dave's neck. He moved his right hand up further, pulling Dave's shirt up by his shoulder. Dave shifted so Bro could remove his shirt completely. Bro set to work making small hickies on Dave's succulent flesh as his hands eagerly explored the recently-exposed torso underneath of him. Dave worked hard to maintain his physical abilities (Bro had seen to that), so there was quite a bit of sleek, rippling muscle beneath the pale skin of his body. Bro was the same way, but it was so very different to feel Dave's muscles rather than his own. He turned one hand downwards and ran it over Dave's abs. Just as he reached Dave's happy trail, he redirected his hand over to Dave's hip.
Dave found himself staring up at the ceiling as he felt Bro suckling his neck and rubbing his left hip. He had a sense of otherworldliness as he focused on the sensations Bro was creating against him. So far this was very unlike any other sexual encounter he had ever had before. He was actually into this. His body was responding before his brain could process the input. What he felt was pure instinct, layered with deep longing. None of this was happening fast enough for his subconscious, but at the same time he wanted this to last forever. Besides, he couldn't crack first. Bro had issued a challenge, and he was going to live up to his end of it. Dave moved his right hand to Bro's head and he ran his fingers through the blond hair, stroking it lovingly. He had to relax and enjoy the moment.
Bro hummed ever-so-softly against Dave's freshly-bruised skin as Dave practically petted him. How long had they both been waiting for something like this to happen? Bro straightened up a little and looked down at Dave. Dave was flushed, and that gave Bro a strange sense of satisfaction. The thought crossed his mind that he probably was, too, but there was a key difference in his reaction to the two realizations: Bro didn't give a damn what he looked like or what other people thought of him. He was who he was, and if you didn't like it, you could go to hell. Dave, on the other hand, had always suffered from insecurity issues that he dealt with by acting like he didn't care what other people thought of him. Bro was comfortable in his own skin. Dave wasn't completely, at least not quite yet. Hopefully he would outgrow that still, maybe even with Bro's help.
Dave dropped his gaze down from the ceiling to Bro's reddened face. Bro's eyes said, "Damn, this is hot," as they bore down into Dave's own eyes. Dave couldn't agree more. He let his eyes do the talking, though. Dave let his right hand fall down to Bro's shoulder as he brought his left hand up. He firmly grasped Bro's shirt and tugged harshly at it, glaring at Bro.
Bro raised his eyebrows a little. Dave's rubies were saying, "What the fuck is this shit still doing on your body? Get it the hell off. NOW." Bro shifted and helped Dave get him out of the offending article of clothing. It was summarily tossed onto a game console on the floor. Bro dropped back onto all-fours over Dave and leaned in to kiss him again.
Dave barely brushed his lips against Bro's, teasing him a bit. Meanwhile, his right hand found its way to Bro's left shoulder blade, and his left hand found the small of Bro's back. He pulled Bro forward and down, forcing Bro's face past his own. Dave traced Bro's left clavicle with his tongue before sliding it down and over Bro's left nipple. A barely-audible moan drifted past Dave's left ear. A thought crossed Dave's mind: this is fucking awesome. Dave withdrew from Bro's chest and pushed him back for another sensual kiss.
Bro let Dave lead him. He didn't mind not being the one in control, and he didn't want to go too far for Dave. He softly returned kisses and relished the feeling of Dave's hands and lips across his exposed flesh. This was heaven for the elder Strider. He didn't even care if this was all the further it ever went. Bro would be satisfied just to lie here with his arms around Dave. That's all he ever really wanted. Everything else was just icing on the Stridercake.
Dave was thoroughly enjoying what was happening, but the urgency he felt in the most primal regions of his brain was beginning to become more oppressive. Quite suddenly he found himself reaching down with his left hand. In the next moment Bro's right knee buckled and he barely caught himself before collapsing onto Dave. Dave's left hand was firmly placed against the sizeable bulge in Bro's pants.
Bro huffed against Dave's right shoulder as he regained his balance. Damn. It was as if years of build-up had made him weak in the knees, literally. The very sudden feeling of Dave's hand against his erection, even through clothing, had been enough to elicit a reaction. He leaned down into the touch and lightly bit down on Dave's shoulder. Bro instantly wished his pants weren't on him anymore. He was certain that those fantasies he had been having would pale in comparison to the real thing and he was a bit anxious to get to it.
Dave turned his head to the side and nuzzled Bro's head with his nose as he confirmed for himself that Bro wanted more. He slowly traced the zipper of Bro's pants with his left fingers before gripping the top of the pants with both hands and undoing the fastenings. Bro eagerly jiggled his hips to help slide the pants down off of him. Dave watched the arch of Bro's back as Bro continued to nibble his shoulder. Dave could definitely get used to this. He gingerly palmed Bro's erection with his left hand as his right hand slipped underneath the band of Bro's boxer briefs at his hip.
Bro sighed into Dave's shoulder before raising his head to turn and kiss Dave once again. He was hungry for this contact, these feelings… they gnawed at his core and begged him for more. Bro kissed Dave with a renewed fervor and reached down in between them to return the favor Dave had bestowed upon him only moments earlier. He wasted no time in hesitating, and firmly gripped Dave's bulge through his jeans. This made Dave hiss at him through their lips. God, it was so sexy. Bro almost decided then and there to let his self-control fall to the wayside, but he resisted, just barely. Instead, he slid his tongue back into Dave's mouth as he unbuttoned Dave's jeans and ripped the zipper down.
Dave mentally chastised himself for letting himself show how much this was affecting him. He had to keep his cool through all of this, or Bro will have won. Even so, the rash way that Bro tore his jeans' zipper open was making his breath hitch in the back of his throat. He forced his breathing back into a normal rhythm as Bro kissed him fiercely. Dave loved the feel of Bro's tongue dancing across his. He let his left fingers glide smoothly over Bro's erection almost absent-mindedly. It jumped a bit in response.
Bro was ready to take this further. He withdrew from Dave's lips and planted small, sweet kisses down his torso. Bro ran his tongue down the middle of Dave's abs as he shifted his body down to the end of the futon. He sat back on his haunches and abruptly ripped Dave's jeans and underwear off in one fell swoop. Bro gazed serenely down at Dave's pulsing cock in front of him. It was almost impossibly irresistible.
Dave bit back a gasp as he was fully exposed to Bro. He felt flushed all over. Fuck, why did he just sit there and stare like that? It was a bit disconcerting… but also more arousing. No, he had to keep his wits about him. Dave forced himself to stare into Bro's smoldering orange irises as he relaxed his body.
Bro leaned over Dave again, letting his mouth hover just above Dave's cock. The tip was glistening in the dull flicker of the television. He let out a puff of breath over it, watching Dave's face very closely. Dave didn't even flinch under Bro's ministrations. His poker face had been restored, and it was set on his face like cement. That wouldn't do at all. Slowly, painstakingly, Bro ran his tongue along the curve of Dave's erection. Still nothing. Bro took Dave into his mouth, teasing circles along the tender flesh as he suckled it. He stopped after it was most of the way into his mouth, then looked directly up at Dave. Dave twitched an eyebrow and his face was as nearly as red as his eyes, but he was stoic. Bro inwardly sighed before letting Dave slide out of his mouth with a small *pop*, then vaulted himself up next to Dave's right ear.
"Dude," Bro whispered breathily into Dave's ear, "let go."