I don't normally write Home Alone stuff tbh, but I'm not seeing much of Kevin x Buzz stories so I'll be one of the few to make one. I honestly like the 'Home Alone 4' actors of Kevin and Buzz more than the original ones from 1 and 2, and yes that's the version of this oneshot. Don't like it? Then get the fuck out.
Sneaking into Buzz's Room
Kevin McCallister, the youngest of the McCallister siblings, had always felt a strange fascination with his older brother Buzz's room. The posters of muscular superheroes and the faint scent of sweat mixed with something else—something more mature and mysterious—always drew him in.
One night, after everyone had gone to bed, he mustered the courage to tiptoe down the hallway, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and fear. The door to Buzz's room was slightly ajar, allowing a sliver of moonlight to spill onto the floor. Kevin pushed it open and stepped inside, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. He could see the outline of his brother lying on the bed, snoring lightly, the blanket draped over his lower body. Buzz's arm hung off the edge of the bed, revealing a bulge in his tight boxer briefs that made Kevin's curiosity spike.
He approached the bed, his breath shallow, and reached out to touch the soft fabric covering Buzz's growing arousal. The contact sent a thrill through his body, and without really knowing what he was doing, he found himself leaning in to explore further.
As Kevin's fingertips grazed the fabric of Buzz's boxer briefs, the bulge grew more pronounced, responding to the unfamiliar touch. His heart thudded in his chest as he carefully slid his hand under the elastic band, feeling the warmth and firmness of his brother's cock.
Buzz stirred slightly, but remained asleep, lost in a world of dreams where his little brother was not exploring his most intimate areas. Kevin's own body responded with a mix of fear and exhilaration, his own cock stiffening in his pajama pants. He licked his dry lips, the realization of what he was about to do sending a shiver down his spine.
With trembling hands, he pulled back the blanket and exposed Buzz's nakedness to the cool night air. The sight of his brother's erect cock, standing tall and proud, was both terrifying and mesmerizing. He leaned closer, his eyes wide with wonder, and took a deep breath. The scent was intoxicating, a heady mix of male musk and something else that seemed to call to him on a primal level.
Before he could think twice, he wrapped his small hand around Buzz's shaft, feeling it pulse in his grip, and leaned in to place a tentative kiss on the tip. It was a moment frozen in time, a forbidden act that would forever change the dynamics of their relationship.
Encouraged by the lack of protest from Buzz, Kevin's curiosity grew bolder. He parted his lips and took the head of Buzz's cock into his mouth, feeling the velvety smoothness against his tongue. The taste was new and slightly salty, but it only fueled his desire to explore more.
His movements were clumsy at first, unsure of the rhythm or pressure to apply, but he soon found a natural pace, bobbing his head in a silent plea for approval. As he grew more confident, he began to suck in earnest, his cheeks hollowing out with each pull, the sound of his brother's gentle snores the only music in the room.
The warmth of Buzz's cock filled his mouth, and a strange sense of power washed over him. He was the one in control here, the one bringing pleasure to this larger-than-life figure who usually ignored or belittled him. The thought was exhilarating, and he grew more eager, his hand moving to gently stroke the base of the shaft as he sucked with increasing enthusiasm.
Buzz's body began to tense, his breathing growing more labored, but still he slept, blissfully unaware of the taboo act unfolding beside him.
Kevin's own excitement grew, his pajama pants tightening around his own arousal, a silent companion to the one he tended to so intently.
The sensation of Buzz's cock in his mouth was unlike anything Kevin had ever experienced before. His own hand had brought him to climax many times in the privacy of his own room, but the thought of tasting his brother's cum was something he had only ever fantasized about. The idea was both thrilling and terrifying, a taboo he knew he shouldn't be indulging in, but the desire was too strong to resist.
He continued to suck and stroke, eagerly anticipating the moment when Buzz would no longer be able to contain his pleasure. Kevin's own cock strained against his pajama bottoms, begging for release, but he ignored it, focusing solely on the task at hand. He could feel the tension in Buzz's body building, the muscles in his brother's thighs tensing and releasing as if he was riding an unseen wave in his sleep. The anticipation grew unbearable, and Kevin found himself hoping that Buzz wouldn't wake up before he could experience the forbidden taste that had eluded him for so long.
Each second brought him closer to his goal, his heart racing faster with every stroke, every suck, and every soft, needy sound that escaped from Buzz's parted lips. The moment was almost upon him, and he could feel the warmth of Buzz's cum as it grew closer to the surface, ready to fill his mouth and complete this secret, illicit act.
However, with a sudden jolt, Buzz's eyes snapped open, staring down at the unmistakable sight of his little brother's head bobbing up and down on his cock. For a moment, disbelief and confusion clouded his vision, but as reality set in, he felt a bolt of panic surge through him.
"Kevin, what the hell are you doing!?" he bellowed, his voice thick with sleep and shock.
Kevin's eyes widened with fear, his cheeks still flushed from the exertion, and he hastily pulled away, his grip on Buzz's shaft slipping as he scrambled backward. Damn it, he was so close.
Buzz sat up, the sheets falling away to reveal his now fully erect member, and Kevin's eyes darted from his brother's face to his cock and back again, unsure of what to do or say.
"Buzz, I'm—I'm sorry," Kevin stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape or a way to explain his actions. The shock on Buzz's face morphed into a scowl, his hand flying to cover his exposed cock. "I didn't mean to—it's just that I—"
But before Kevin could form a coherent apology, Buzz's hand shot out, grabbing him by the back of the neck and pulling him back down. "Keep going," he growled, his voice low and gruff, the anger in his eyes replaced by a mix of arousal and annoyance. "But if you tell anyone, I'll kill you."
Kevin, his fear now mixed with a newfound excitement, nodded fervently and returned to his task, his heart hammering in his chest. He took Buzz's cock back into his mouth, the taste and sensation now familiar, yet thrillingly wrong.
The power dynamics had shifted, and despite the fear, Kevin felt a strange thrill at the control he seemed to have over his older brother. As he resumed his ministrations, the tension in the room grew palpable, a silent dance of dominance and submission playing out in the moonlit silence.
As Kevin complied with Buzz's demand, he could feel the tension in his brother's body build with each passing second. The fear of being caught was a potent aphrodisiac, making his own cock throb in his pajamas. He took Buzz's shaft deeper into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head, eager to taste the forbidden nectar he knew was coming.
Buzz's grip on his neck tightened, guiding his movements as he began to thrust his hips upward, fucking Kevin's face with increasing urgency. The older boy's breath grew ragged, his moans low and guttural, and Kevin knew he was close to the edge. The feeling of his brother's cock growing even harder and thicker in his mouth was both terrifying and exhilarating.
He could sense Buzz's climax approaching, and despite his fear and confusion, he felt a strange sense of pride, as if he had unlocked a secret power that only he could wield. The room was a cocoon of darkness and taboo, and within it, Kevin McCallister had become something more than just the annoying little brother everyone forgot. He was the one in charge now, the one who could give Buzz what he never knew he needed.
Kevin's eyes watered as Buzz's grip tightened, his curses and slurs of disbelief now turning into grunts of pleasure. "Fuck, you little shit," Buzz hissed, his voice strained. "You're actually good at this." The words, laced with both anger and arousal, spurred Kevin on, his strokes becoming more confident and his sucks more vigorous.
He felt a strange sense of pride at the praise, even as his own body quivered with the intensity of his brother's reactions. Each time Buzz's cock hit the back of his throat, he gagged slightly, but the older boy only grunted his approval, pushing deeper.
The room was filled with the sounds of sucking and skin slapping, punctuated by Buzz's increasingly fervent swearing. Kevin's own cock was a painful throb in his pants, a silent testament to his unexpected role reversal. He didn't dare touch himself, still, his eyes locked onto Buzz's face, watching for any sign that he'd gone too far. But Buzz's expression was pure ecstasy, his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clenched as he approached his climax. Kevin knew he had to make this good, to keep this secret to himself, to maintain the power he had unknowingly stumbled upon in this dark, intimate moment.
With a final, desperate thrust, Buzz's body went rigid, and a warm, thick liquid filled Kevin's mouth. He choked on the sudden intrusion, his eyes watering, but managed to swallow it down, feeling a strange sense of triumph. Buzz's grip on his neck loosened, his body going slack as he rode out the waves of his orgasm, his cock pulsing in the younger boy's mouth. Kevin kept sucking, eager to show that he could handle it all, that he was in control even as he was being used in the most intimate way.
When Buzz's climax subsided, he let go of Kevin, his hand falling to his side. The room was silent once again, the only sounds were the soft slurps of Kevin swallowing the last of Buzz's cum and the harsh panting of both their breaths.
Buzz leaned back against the headboard, his chest heaving, his eyes still closed. Kevin took this as his cue to pull away, his cheeks sticky and his mouth feeling foreign around his brother's softening cock. He sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal.
When Buzz finally opened his eyes, the anger had returned, but it was tempered with a begrudging respect. "If you tell anyone, Kevin," he warned, his voice still low and gruff, "I'll deny it. And you'll never get to do that again."
Kevin nodded, his voice still not quite there. He knew that he had stumbled upon something powerful, something that could either be used against him or become a secret weapon in their tumultuous sibling rivalry.
Without saying a word, Kevin slowly pulled down his pajama pants, revealing his own throbbing erect cock, standing at attention like a miniature version of Buzz's. He felt a strange thrill at the vulnerability of his own nakedness. He looked up at his brother, his eyes filled with a mix of hope and trepidation.
Buzz's expression was unreadable for a moment before a sneer curled his lip. "You liked that, didn't you?" he said, his voice laced with disgust and a hint of amusement. "Looks like you enjoyed it a bit too much, you little faggot."
The words stung, but Kevin couldn't deny the truth in them. He nodded, his face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal, unsure of what to say or do next. Buzz eyed him for a moment before a cruel smile spread across his face.
"Fine," Buzz sneered, his tone a dangerous mix of anger and arousal as he lay down on his back against the bed, "But remember, this is the only time. Lay down, and keep your mouth shut."
Kevin complied, his heart racing as he laid his naked body over his brother's, feeling the warmth and weight of Buzz beneath him. Buzz's hand reached down, wrapping around Kevin's shaft, and despite the cruelty in his voice, his grip was surprisingly gentle. He began to stroke Kevin, his movements slow and deliberate, the friction building a fire in Kevin's belly. Each stroke sent a jolt of pleasure through him, making him moan softly, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to process the sensations.
Buzz's breath was hot against his ear as he whispered, "You're going to cum for me, aren't you?" His voice held a challenge, and Kevin felt the need to prove himself, to show that he wasn't just a little kid anymore. He nodded, his hips bucking slightly in response to Buzz's touch.
The strokes grew faster, Buzz's thumb brushing over the sensitive tip of Kevin's cock, and Kevin could feel the pressure building, the warmth spreading from his groin to his fingertips. He bit his lip, trying to stifle his moans, the sound of his brother's breathing in his ear only heightening his arousal. He didn't know if he could handle it, didn't know if he was ready for the release that was approaching like a runaway train. But he didn't have a choice; he was in Buzz's power now, and he had to see it through.
With each stroke, Buzz's smirk grew wider, his voice a taunting whisper in Kevin's ear. "You love this, don't you, you little queer?" The words stung, but the pleasure was too intense for Kevin to protest. He nodded again, his breath coming in short gasps as he felt the tension coil tighter.
Buzz's strokes grew more erratic, his thumb pressing down hard on the sensitive spot just below the head of Kevin's cock. "You're going to shoot your pathetic little load all over your stomach," Buzz goaded, his voice filled with a twisted delight.
Kevin's toes curled against the cool, soft sheets as he felt the warmth of Buzz's chest rising and falling beneath him, each breath a silent testament to the power play unfolding between them. The strokes grew more insistent, each one pushing him closer to the edge, and he couldn't help but let out a small, needy whine. He felt his brother's chuckle vibrate against his back, the sound sending a thrill down his spine. The room was bathed in moonlight, casting shadows that danced across the ceiling as Kevin's eyes rolled back, the pleasure overwhelming him. The sensation of Buzz's hand, so familiar yet so foreign in its new role, was driving him wild. He felt himself getting closer, the tension building in his balls until it was almost unbearable.
Buzz's grin grew wider as he felt the telltale tremors of Kevin's approaching climax, his grip tightening slightly around the base of his brother's cock. The moment was a heady mix of power and desire, and he couldn't resist the urge to whisper one final taunt. "Do it, Kevin. Cum for me," he urged, his voice a dark caress in the quiet room.
And with that, Kevin's body gave in to the overwhelming sensations, his cock pulsing as ropes of thick, white cum shot out, coating his stomach and chest in a sticky mess. His body convulsed with the force of his orgasm, his whimpers muffled against Buzz's shoulder as he rode out the waves of pleasure.
As Kevin's body went limp with the aftershocks of his climax, his cock still twitching slightly from the intense release, he rolled over onto his stomach, the sticky mess on his skin a stark reminder of what had just transpired. He looked over at Buzz, whose expression had shifted from one of control to something more complex, a mix of disbelief and begrudging curiosity.
Without a word, Kevin reached out and began to plant gentle kisses along his brother's cheek, his eyes closed in a silent apology for his earlier transgression. Each kiss was a soft peck, a silent declaration of his affection and submission.
Buzz's face was still flushed, his eyes hooded with arousal, and his cock, though softening, remained a stark reminder of their shared secret. The silence stretched on, the only sound of the rustle of the bed as they both struggled to catch their breath.
Despite the harshness of his words and the power play they had just engaged in, Buzz couldn't help the twinge of affection that shot through him as he felt Kevin's gentle kisses on his cheek. He knew that deep down, Kevin looked up to him, even if he was a royal pain in the ass most of the time.
As the younger boy's kisses grew more insistent, Buzz's anger began to dissipate, replaced by a strange warmth that spread through his chest. He reached up and ruffled Kevin's hair, his grip firm yet gentle, and pulled him in for a quick, awkward hug. "Don't get any ideas, you little fuck," he murmured, his voice gruff. But even as he said it, he couldn't deny that the line between love and hate had just been blurred in the most unexpected of ways.
Kevin felt the tension ease from his body as he melted into his brother's embrace, feeling the warmth and strength of the arms that had so often been used to restrain or tease him.
In the aftermath of their encounter, he realized that Buzz's love for him was as complicated as their newfound intimacy. But for now, all that mattered was the comfort of his brother's arms and the shared secret that bound them in a way he never could have imagined. He knew that come morning, Buzz would be back to his usual self—the teasing, the taunts, the occasional noogie—but this moment, this secret, was something only they would ever understand. It was a strange, twisted kind of bond, but it was theirs, and that was all that mattered.
As they lay there in silence, their hearts beating in sync, the moon continued to cast its ethereal glow over the room, a silent witness to their taboo nighttime tryst. The air grew cooler, and the stickiness of Kevin's cum began to dry on his skin, but he didn't move, content to stay in this stolen moment of closeness with the brother he had always envied and adored. And as Buzz's grip tightened slightly around him, Kevin knew that despite the harshness of their exchange, Buzz loved him, too—in his own, twisted, Buzz McCallister way. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.
With a sudden jolt, Buzz's voice broke the silence, his tone sharp as he pushed Kevin away. "That's enough," he growled, his face a mask of barely contained anger and confusion. "Get off me before I beat the shit out of you."
Kevin scrambled off the bed, his eyes wide with fear as he realized the gravity of the situation. He had pushed his brother too far, and now he had to face the consequences.
As he pulled his pajama pants back up and stumbled out of the room, his heart raced with the thought of the beating that might await him. He knew Buzz didn't mean it—not really—but the power dynamics had shifted again, and he wasn't sure where they stood anymore. The warmth of the moment had dissipated, replaced by the cold reality of their situation.
The moment he slipped back into his own room, he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of regret and excitement, his mind racing with the memory of Buzz's hand on his cock, and the taste of his brother's cum on his tongue. The line between love and hate had indeed been blurred, and he knew that their relationship would never be the same. But for now, all he could do was lie in his bed, his thoughts swirling with confusion and longing, and wait for the storm to pass.
The End