Never Stop Being My Brother IV
A band of blue sandwiched between two strips of silver, and a band of silver sandwiched between two strips of blue. Sean looked at them, the former sitting above the latter in their small, satin-lined black box. He ran a thumb over the silver-between-blue ring, the ring that would be Daniel's.
Sean took a deep breath of the salty ocean air and leaned back in his deck chair. He tucked the little black box inside his shirt just as his brother, his fiancé, made for the shore. Daniel waved widely at him, tracking seawater and sand up onto their patio.
"Good swim?" Sean asked, making sure the box wasn't lumping under his shirt.
"Yeah, held my breath for over a minute this time," Daniel replied as he tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his trunks and pushed them down to his ankles. Sean looked on with a tight smirk and tighter jeans as Daniel walked naked up to the clotheslines and left his trunks to dry in the sun.
Sean couldn't help it. Even though it'd been almost a year since they consummated their engagement, and they'd consummated it countless times since his eyes were forever drawn to Daniel's body as if he were still a desperate virgin.
Daniel's member wagged as he walked up to Sean, pressed his lips against his, and collapsed into his own chair. Sean felt the box again, the statement, the presentation of the rings in the forefront of his mind. His fingertips tingled with anticipation, feeling around the lip of the box, desperate to pull it open.
"Do you think my dick's getting bigger?"
Sean's lips flattened to a line, his hand pulling away from the box as he turned his body to look at Daniel. The teen had his legs spread as far as the chair would allow him, had one hand under his balls, lifting and gently bouncing them, and the other hand was pulling his foreskin out, making his cock as long as it could be while soft. The hand under Daniel's balls then came up and started to strum his stretched shaft.
The urge to ruin this magical moment with a statement of his unending love was not burning within Sean at the moment. No, the box could stay in his shirt for now.
"What?"
"My dick, do you think it's getting bigger?" Daniel let his cock flop back down over his balls, a hint of stiffness in it as he wrapped his fist around it. "Doesn't seem like it."
Sean rolled his eye and sat back in his chair.
"It's bigger. Trust me. Hairier too."
Daniel looked back down and traced a finger over the light patch of fuzz at the base of his shaft.
"Not as hairy as yours," Daniel pouted, finally leaving his boyhood alone and sitting back in his chair.
"Give it time, enano, Christ. You're barely a teenager, you've still got some growing to do." Sean clasped his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, letting the hot, afternoon sun beat down on him.
And Daniel was silent for a moment. Sean assumed he was just basking in the warmth like him, but a small grunt, and the squeaking of Daniel's chair told a different story. He peaked his working eye open and sure enough, his fiancé was there, tugging his boyhood stiff.
A lick of panic went through Sean's chest. It was still the middle of the day, and anyone could be walking by on the beach. He looked far left and right, and only saw a couple of figures way in the distance off to the left. Too far to see what Daniel was doing.
"Having fun?" Sean asked, turning completely to watch his little brother.
"Yeah," Daniel answered through a breath, a hand going under his ass.
"Should you really be doing that out here? What if someone sees?"
"Then I'll throw them out to sea." Daniel's eyes closed, his brow furrowed in concentration, his hips pushed back onto his hand, a fingertip no-doubt playing with the rim of his hole.
The incessant awareness that there were people nearby nagged at Sean even as he watched Daniel's show. He could join in if he wanted to, but there was a certain appeal to just watching, letting Daniel throttle himself until his body convulsed and spasmed.
"Come on, mi amor, cum. Cum for your fiancé."
Daniel's face scrunched, his chest heaved, and his toes curled. He let out a deep, breathy moan as a rope of cum spewed from the tip of his cock and onto his stomach. Just one rope, though. Sean knew that Daniel's little nuts only held enough for one wet orgasm, any more he had for the next day would be almost completely dry.
He was envious. At twenty-going-on-twenty-one, he was making more than he would ever need. The only purpose his cum served was making a mess. Though, there was an appeal to seeing Daniel's face shot with white, and seeing his release make a mess of his hair and shooting so much that it dribbled out of the corner of his mouth.
Maybe making so much wasn't so bad after all…
"Enjoy yourself?" Sean ran a hand over Daniel's forehead, wiping his hair out of his eyes, even if it was drenched in a mix of sweat and saltwater.
"Uh-huh," Daniel breathed, taking Sean's wrist, and bringing his hand to his mouth. He peppered his knuckles with kisses before opening his palm and doing the same to his callouses.
"I was thinking about the other night," Daniel said, bringing his own hand, the one messed with his cum, up to interlock their fingers. "When—"
"When I had you bent over the hood of that C-Class?" Sean whispered. Daniel had come into the workshop while he was doing some overtime on a Mercedes. He'd been deep under the car, trying to repair the brake disk on the front driver's side.
"Sean, you almost done?" Danial had asked. Sean had barely been able to make out his brother's bare feet. Little had he known, the rest of Daniel had been bare as well.
"Almost. I think. Pass me the fifteen-mil flexi-head." He hadn't heard Daniel move, nor had he, but the ratchet had made its way to Sean's hand anyway. "Thanks."
But Daniel didn't leave. He circled the car, humming, passing Sean the tools he needed when asked, being the good little learner Sean needed him to be.
"Okay, I think that's it," Sean had said, pushing himself out from under the car. When he did, Daniel was leaning through the passenger side window of the car, looking at him with a small smile. "What's so funny?" He'd asked, his fiancé's naked bottom half hidden from him.
"Nothing," Daniel had replied, just watching as Sean got into the driver's seat and started the car.
"That clicking's gone, that's good," Sean had said, hitting the break and stress-testing it until he was happy with the result. Then he turned the car off.
"Away now," he'd said to Daniel, shoeing him away from the car as he lowered it back down to the floor and walked over to his phone. He'd messaged the car's owner to say it was ready for pick-up in the morning, not knowing that Daniel was waiting behind him.
"Right, I should probably eat—" Sean had started, but when he turned and saw Daniel, his back to Sean, his arms stretched above his head, his legs spread and his cheeks slightly parted, he'd stopped dead in his tracks.
Before long, Daniel had been bent over the hood of the Mercedes, his pre-loosened and slicked hole getting railed by his fiancé until he himself splattered into the grill.
"Yeah! That was fun," Daniel giggled, opening Sean's hand again and resting his face in it. "We should do it over the hood of all the cars that come in. For good luck."
Sean rolled his eyes and thumbed Daniel's cheek.
"A tempting idea, but I'm gonna go ahead and say no, enano."
"Party pooper," Daniel huffed, now nuzzling Sean's palm. "Hey, so, when can we get married?"
Sean's head rolled back. He sighed. That was the grand question. When indeed?
Sean didn't want to half-ass their marriage, Daniel deserved better. They were going to do it as properly as possible. But there were going to be hurdles.
Firstly, Daniel's age. He was fourteen, and the legal age for boys to get married in Mexico was sixteen. Secondly, they were brothers. Obviously. And thirdly, they were the same sex, though that wouldn't be an issue before long.
As luck would have it, and luck was something the Diaz brothers wanted for, the state of Sonora would vote to legitimise same-sex marriage in the coming September. Only four months away, though it would likely be another month before they could actually get a license.
As for the issue of incest, Sean had been surprised to learn that it wasn't much of an issue at all. It turned out that incest was legal in Mexico, and if they jumped through the right hoops, their blood relationship wouldn't be an issue.
But Daniel's age. That was their primary barrier. Even when Daniel turned sixteen, he could only marry with a guardian's permission. And Sean didn't know if he would be able to give Daniel permission to marry himself.
"I don't know, enano," Sean said, squeezing Daniel's cheeks and forcing his lips to purse. "I told you; I'll figure it out." He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Daniel's lips.
When Sean pulled away, Daniel pouted, pulling his legs up onto the chair and crossed his arms. A boyish display, really, one that some would say proved that Daniel was still too immature to marry.
But Sean saw past that. He saw the young man Daniel really was, one who'd been forced to grow up and make adult decisions before he had a single hair above his lip. Sean was actually grateful that Daniel could still pout, stomp his foot and have everything short of a tantrum. It proved to him that he'd done something right. It proved that there was still a little boy in his brother, one who could still see the joy in life and who could still have those moments of boyish abandon.
"I promise."
Sean lay back in his chair, once again running his hand over the box under his shirt. Daniel laid back too, but he wore a pout on his lips and had his arms crossed over his chest.
Sean chuckled, reached over, and caressed his fiancé's cheek.
"Be patient, we'll get there. It's not like either of us are going anywhere."
Daniel's features softened; he pressed his cheek into Sean's palm and closed his eyes.
"Okay," Daniel whispered, swearing his patience for the hundredth time.
Another week went by, and Sean still had the little black box. He was spending most of his waking time thinking about how he would present the rings to Daniel. Then he realised that the ring he got his brother would likely be too big, so he then had to get a chain, a sterling silver one, for him to keep it on until he was big enough where it wouldn't fall off his finger.
Sean tried to consult internet forums to see if there was any advice out there for him. Shockingly, the market for young men trying to propose to their young teenage brothers was rather slim. Who on Earth would've guessed?
A restaurant or any other typical setting was out of the question. A public homosexual display like that would certainly get them unwanted attention. But places that were both private and meaningful were few and far between. Aside from their house, which they'd built and worked for the last four years, there wasn't really anywhere that meant that much to them.
They'd never stayed in one place too long to form a very meaningful connection. Places and people blurred into the past. Daniel probably remembered each and every one of them, but for all that time, Sean's mind was only for Daniel.
Sean briefly entertained the idea of presenting Daniel the rings at a picnic just shy of the American border, but aside from giving him a brief chuckle, that idea obviously didn't hold water.
Above everything, Sean wanted the presentation of the rings to be special, to mean something. He wanted the event to etch itself into Daniel's mind for the rest of his life, for it to be so spectacular and unforgettable that Sean would never be able to top himself! That was what his brother, his fiancé, his love, deserved.
"You good?" Daniel asked, startling Sean from his reverie as he leaned against his brother's desk. "What's that?" he asked, snatching the paper Sean had been absentmindedly doodling out from in front of him.
"Hey, I wasn't finished with that," Sean complained, elbowing Daniel in the hip and turning away before his brother could see the dusty blush that painted his cheeks.
"Hey, you got my bad side," Daniel moaned, holding the half-done portrait of himself away.
"Impossible," Sean mumbled, turning and taking the drawing back. "You don't have a bad side."
"I know," Daniel said with a grin, moving behind Sean and draping his arms over his shoulders. "What's up with you, though? You've been so blah for the last few days."
Sean tensed as Daniel's arms rested on his chest. Then, with a breath, he relaxed into the embrace. He tilted his head back, met Daniel's gaze, and sighed.
"There's…there's been something on my mind, enano," Sean said, looking away. "I've been thinking about how to do something, something I never thought about before, and how to make it special. But that type of special is just so normal, and we're anything but." He leaned his head back into Daniel's chest, and his little fiancé leaned down to hug him closer.
"We're the weird wolf brothers," Daniel said matter-of-factly, pressing his face into the crook of Sean's neck. "Normal isn't for us, and I don't want it."
Sean leaned back and nuzzled his face into Daniel's hair, letting out a low moan as he took in his salty sweet scent.
"What is it?" Daniel asked. A simple question, but one that burned in Sean's chest. His fingers twitched. They knew exactly where the rings were, in a drawer just a foot to the right, under a folder of papers Daniel would never think to look at.
He must've been more obvious than he thought, because Daniel was now looking at that drawer too. He knew it as the drawer where Sean kept important stuff, stuff they needed to know and keep track of.
"Sean, are we okay?" Daniel asked, his tone shifted from playful to concerned, raising himself from his brother and facing the drawer.
"Yeah! Yes, we're fine, nothing's wrong," Sean clarified, sitting up and taking Daniel's hand. "This is just something I've been struggling with," he added, taking Daniel's one hand in both of his own.
"But, you know what, Daniel, fuck it." Sean stood, kept hold of Daniel's hand as he reached into the drawer of important documents and pulled out the box. He wasn't hiding it anymore.
Daniel's eyes widened when he saw it. His free hand went to his mouth and tears instantly welled in his eyes.
Sean got onto a knee before his little brother, opened the box, and presented the rings, silver banded between blue, and blue banded between silver. He plucked the former from its place in the box and held it where the light would catch it.
"You already proposed, and that's the important part, but I wanted something to show it, to always be able to look at and see, yeah, I'm engaged to the best fucking person I know!" It was Sean's turn to tear up.
"Sean," Daniel whispered as his lower lip quivered. His left hand, the one Sean held, trembled as he looked at the ring his fiancé held. It shone in the light, the metal sleek and polished. He looked to the box where Sean's sat, and noticed how the rings were inversions of one another, a piece of each other kept safe inside the other.
"Here I was, thinking and stalling over what the perfect way to give them to you," Sean started as he slid the ring onto Daniel's finger. It was loose, and he would need to give the chain too, but for now, in this singular, private, perfect moment, it was an exact fit. "Then I realised that I didn't need to do any of that stupid shit, any moment I gave it to you would be perfect."
"Sean," Daniel's voice wavered again as he brought his hand into the light, silent tears slipping down his cheeks. "I love it," he sobbed, falling to his knees and pressing himself against Sean.
"Wait," Daniel said through a crooked breath. He pulled away, took the velvet box from Sean's hand, then took the ring from the box. "My turn." He took Sean's hand in his, looked his brother in the eye for a second before averting his gaze with scarlet cheeks.
As he brought the ring of silver and blue Sean's finger, his own trembling digits dropped it. "Fuck," Daniel hissed as the ring clinked and rolled. An outstretched hand and a thought stopped it dead in its tracks just as it was about to disappear under the desk.
The ring glinted as it drifted through the air and made its way to the tip of Sean's ring finger. The bigger brother chuckled and brought his hand up to cup his little brother's red cheek.
"You're adorable," he said, then pushed his hand forward, his finger sliding into the band.
"Shut up," Daniel muttered with a pout. Sean chuckled and tilted his brother's chin up with two fingers. Then he leaned in, pressed his lips against Daniel's, and they melted into one another.
Hands roamed, shirts were lifted, zippers were undone, and bodies pressed against one another.
When both brothers were nude, Sean slid his hands under Daniel's bare ass and tried to lay him out on the floor. But Daniel's head smacked against the tiles.
"Ow," he hissed, his hand going from Sean's hair to the back of his own head. Then he giggled. That giggle turned into a laugh, then that laugh into wheeze. Sean frowned, wondering what screw he'd knocked loose in his little brother before he was infected. He started to laugh too. He sat back on his heels and laughed with Daniel. Neither of them knew quite what they were laughing at, only that whatever it was, it was hilarious.
"We should probably go somewhere soft," Sean suggested as he stood, his boner wagging in front of him. He reached down, offering a hand for Daniel to take. He did, and Sean pulled him to his feet.
"Yeah probably," Daniel said, trying to stifle giggles as he rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand. As he did, his ring slipped off his other hand. He felt it and caught it in time but still looked up at Sean with wide eyes and a quivering lip.
"Yeah, I got it a couple of sizes bigger so you could grow into it," Sean said, taking Daniel's hand and slowly pulling the ring off his finger. "But you know I'm prepared," he continued, then walked naked back to the drawer. He pulled out another black velvet box, this one longer and thinner than the first.
Daniel watched with shimmering eyes as Sean pulled a chain, long, thin and silver, from this second box, then beamed as he realised what it was. He skipped naked up to Sean, hands behind his back, chest puffed, and chin raised.
"Here's your new collar, wolf pup," Sean chuckled as he clasped the chain behind Daniel's neck, his ring, which was a few years away from fitting, rested just below his solar plexus.
Daniel howled. Loud. He stretched his arms above his head, stood on his tiptoes, and howled. Hot giggles bubbled in Sean's chest. He couldn't stop himself from howling too. With his arms flexed and his fists balled, Sean howled from the bottom of his stomach.
Daniel placed his hands on Sean's shoulders while he was mid-howl, held tight, and pulled himself up, wrapping his legs around his waist. Sean sputtered out of the howl with a crack in his voice, almost toppling over as he held Daniel's ass.
"Daniel," he tried to admonish through a chesty chortle. He fell back against the wall, head lolling back as he got his balance back.
Daniel then took Sean's cheeks in both hands, held him steady and pressed his lips against his. Sean's member twitched up against his fiancé's naked ass. He then leaned into the kiss.
"This isn't anywhere softer, enano," Sean said when they popped apart. Daniel just giggled and leaned his head in the crook of Sean's neck.
"Then take me there," Daniel demanded, digging his heels into the small of Sean's back.
Sean grunted. "Yes, milord," he mumbled with a roll of his eye. "Anything else while we're at it?"
"Yes, your finest dicking, if you have one," Daniel giggled, feeling half his age in Sean's arms. He remembered when he weighed nothing to Sean, when his big brother was able to toss him up in the air, or across the room and into his bed. Back when they were just brothers, and not fiancés.
Daniel sometimes tried to think of those as two separate Seans, the big brother and the fiancé, but try as he might, he just couldn't. Both protected him, both made him laugh, both made him feel safe, and never faltered to be there for him. He realised very quickly that he didn't want to separate them in his mind.
Sean was his big brother and his fiancé, and there was nothing wrong with that. When he thought about their childhood together, Daniel didn't even question when he pictured himself, age seven, naked in Sean's bed, lips pressed together, Sean's hands roaming and discovering him.
Even though that never happened, Daniel felt in his heart that it would've been okay if it had. Better, even. All those years of not being in love, of not kissing and holding and pleasuring were a shame, as far as Daniel was concerned. If he could go back and do it all again, he would propose to Sean the moment he was able to form sentences.
Daniel moaned when he was laid out on the bed, his legs spread and Sean crawling between them. Daniel crossed his wrists above his head, looked at Sean with lidded eyes and a curled grin, then brought his knees to his chest.
"Fuck me until I can't walk," he ordered, his hole quivering and his cock pulsing.
"Might take me a while," Sean said as he leaned in to bite the soft of Daniel's neck.
"I've got nowhere to be," Daniel replied, balling his fists and pressing his neck into Sean's teeth. Then his brother started to bite and suck while his calloused hands explored and gripped Daniel's thighs.
While once his thighs, ass and cock were all milky and pale in comparison to the rest of him, a couple years of living on the beach, more naked than not, Daniel was now tan all over now. Not a tan line in sight.
Sean's thumbs pressed down into the crooks of Daniel's thighs, just nudging against his balls and holding so tight he left marks.
"Sean," Daniel gasped, face flushing as he felt Sean's teeth sink harder into him.
Sean pulled off with a pop and a gasp, tasting the slightest hint of iron. He licked his lips and looked down at his handiwork – a purple and red mark now decorated Daniel's neck, with two small dots of red slowly growing. He leaned back in and ran his tongue over the mark, one of his hands coming up to tangle in Daniel's hair.
Sean pulled on his little brother's locks. Daniel moaned. Sean sucked on the tiny punctures he made in his neck. Daniel whimpered, wrapped his legs around Sean's waist and forced his big brother to grind their cocks together.
Sean moaned this time, pressing harder than Daniel bargained for and pressing balls tight between their bodies. Daniel gasped, curled his toes and balled his fists, eyes shut as small tears leaked out.
"Sean," Daniel whispered, lolling his head to the side and wincing as the bruise his brother left on him twinged.
"You're mine now," Sean said, standing on all fours over Daniel and grinning down at him.
"I wasn't already?" Daniel replied with a pout, followed by him grinding his member against Sean's.
"Since the day you were born," Sean whispered, leaning in and looking Daniel dead in the eye. "I love you." He kissed his enano.
"I love you too! And fuck anyone who tries to come between us!" Daniel closed the distance and smashed his lips into Sean's. Sean moaned into the kiss, and as they pressed their bodies together, he reached down and brought his cock tip to Daniel's hole.
Daniel whimpered, his hands gripping onto Sean's biceps, leaving his own marks on him. He turned his head out of the kiss with a gasp, listlessly raised a hand to their bedside locked and beckoned with his fingers. The top drawer opened without being touched, and out floated a half-empty bottle.
"Right," Sean said, realising he'd almost fucked his little fiancé without lube. He took the bottle that floated towards him, popped the cap, and dribbled it onto his cock. He stroked it in, then used what was left on his hand to slicken Daniel's hole. Just enough so he wouldn't be too sore afterwards.
So, once again, Daniel pulled his knees to his chest and Sean kneeled before him. Then he was on all fours, pressed down against Daniel. His cock, this time slickened, prodded against Daniel's hole.
Daniel let out a short breath, relaxing himself and wrapping his arms around Sean as his big brother's tip nudged into him. Daniel let out a low, rasping breath as Sean pushed in again, his throbbing cock inching further and further into him.
Daniel wrapped his legs around Sean, heels digging into Sean's ass, urging him deeper and deeper until the big brother's hips were pressed firmly against the little brother's cheeks.
"Fuck," Sean cursed, feeling Daniel's hot, tight folds tighten around his member. So, he started to gyrate, his cock shifting inside of Daniel, nudging and pressing against his prostate again and again, forcing his littler cock to dribble droplets of pre onto his tummy.
"Sean," Daniel moaned, his nails digging into his fiancé's shoulder blades. "Harder, please, go harder!"
"Daniel!" Sean acquiesced, pressing himself against his baby brother and clutching onto his shoulders as his hips reared back. He slammed back into Daniel, the slick clapping sound bouncing through their home. It was followed by another, then another, and then another.
A cacophony of claps mixed with moans and grunts filled the room and the house and Sean fucked and made love to his fiancé, to the person who encapsulated his entire world, his reason for existing. They would marry, they would grow old, maybe at some point they would find a kid and have a weird and wonderful family. The thought made Sean's stomach flutter.
"Sean! Sean, I'm cumming," Daniel announced, arms and legs wrapped around his brother, his hold tightening around Sean's cock.
"Me too! Fuck, me too!" Sean held Daniel tighter, his hips clapping faster, the bed shaking and creaking under them, their bodies heaving and sweating together until Sean pushed in with a deep, gravelly moan.
A euphoric crack leapt from Daniel's throat as he felt his insides shift around Sean's rod and his brother's load filling him up. He shot his own strings, light and sticky, up his own tummy and chest, his small, young balls drained of their contents, his shaft and tip pulsing and throbbing as they were squeezed between his and Sean's embrace.
"Fuck," Sean said through a breath. His shoulders stung, Daniel's nails having broken the skin, but it was only fair after what he did to his neck.
Slowly, the brothers' bodies started to relax. The tension in Sean's shoulders slackened as Daniel's arms and legs loosened their hold on Sean. Sean's softened cock slipped out of Daniel's hole with the smallest movement, his seed wasting little time in dribbling out of the teen.
Sean fell next to his brother, both of their chests heaving. Sean raised his hand in front of his face and looked at the ring. Yeah, he'd bought it himself, but it was Daniel who put it there, who'd earned the right to put it there.
"I fuckin' love you," Sean whispered, turning onto his side and looking at his little fiancé. He brought his hand up and brushed the boy's hair out of his face and slicked it back. "And I can't wait to marry you,"
"Same." Daniel's chest was still heaving. His legs laid out bowed. His hole ached and his could feel his nephews leaking down his thighs. At the thought of that, he let out a chuckle and turned on his side to face Sean.
"You splooge so fucking much," Daniel said before nestling himself right up against Sean's chest. Sean draped an arm and a leg around him in turn, a chesty guffaw his only response.
"Don't pretend you don't love it, enano." Sean ran his fingers through Daniel's hair.
"You do, it's still coming out of my ass," he said, now feeling Sean's essence leak down his cheek.
"Jesus, I'll clean you up later, just fucking cuddle me, god," Sean rolled his eye and wrapped his armed properly around Daniel, holding his husband-to-be to his chest, and imagining the rest of the life they would live together.
Daniel giggled, pressing into Sean's chest, his favourite place in the world. "Fine, but one day we'll see how you like having splooge up your butt!"
"Sure, when you're big enough that I'd notice it up there, we can put that to the test." Sean closed his eyes, imagining Daniel, slightly bigger, bending him over and making love to him. It wasn't a scary thought, nor an unwelcome one. In fact, the thought almost made his cock pulse to life again. One day. Maybe.
"I'll hold you to that," Daniel muttered before he yawned, his own eyes closing.
That was the last they spoke before the fiancés fell asleep in one-another's arms. Their dreams were filled with one another, of married life and husbandly duty, of love and the making thereof. And when they woke up again, they found that they didn't need to dream it, as they'd found it, truly and wholly.
