Brotherly Love

Stay? He must have gone barmy, what kind of idiot asks his brother to stay when he gets caught tossing off? But he had, he’d asked Charlie to stay and Charlie had stopped immediately. There had been a moment when he first heard that gasp that he’d completely lost interest in his current activity. As soon as he’d realized that Charlie was the voyeur in the doorway? He’d become so hard it was downright painful.
Just knowing that Charlie was watching him was almost enough to make him come on the spot. So, without thought he’d asked the question and he was terrified that Charlie would say no, or yes. Either answer would be terrifying.

“Ronnie….” Charlie’s voice was thick, almost raspy, “I…..I can’t, it’s not right, you’re my brother and I shouldn’t want….”

“But you do, right? Want to stay that is. Want to see how this ends?” Ron wasn’t sure what had possessed his tongue, but he continued anyway, “You could you know….stay. If you want to? Just…just watch?”

He started moving his hand again, trying to tempt Charlie in any way possible. With Charlie standing there his hand seemed so much more enjoyable and he picked up the pace a little.

“Merlin Ron,” It came out sounding like a plea, but a plea for him to stop? Or continue? Ron chose the latter, and Charlie took a step toward the bed.

“I shouldn’t Ronnie, if I stay, I’ll want to touch and I can’t touch,” His voice was barely above a whisper and despite his words, he was steadily moving toward the bed and ultimately Ron himself.

“Then don’t touch Charlie, but just so you know? If you want to touch me? I’d let you, anytime, anywhere.” His hand was speeding up, pumping his cock relentlessly as Charlie finally reached the bed and knelt on the floor beside him.

“Gods Ronnie, you’re so bloody sexy. Do you know that? Do you know how long….. Ronnie I can’t do this, can’t sit here and just watch you. I want…. I just want……” Charlie wanted him, wanted to touch him, but he’d take a little more prodding yet before it would come to that, and Ron needed it so very badly. Badly enough to work for it.

“Charlie?” His voice was breaking with the strain of his efforts on his cock and his utter need for his brother‘s body. “When I do this? Touch myself? When I come? I think about you. How it would feel to touch you, how much I want you to touch me. I need you Charlie, I always have.”

“Ronnie, we can’t… I can’t….” His voice was so low and needy that Ron almost didn’t hear him, though Charlie was right beside him, close enough to touch, so he did. He reached out with his left hand, the one not currently working his throbbing member, and found Charlie’s hand. He laced their fingers together, Ron’s hand on top and brought them to rest on his stomach. His breath hitched at the first contact of skin against skin, Charlie growled.

“Ron we can’t do this, I… I’ve got to go.”

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He tried to stand, to pull away from his younger brother, he really did, but Ron had a death grip on him. He looked into Ron’s eyes and what he saw took his breath away. So much love, so much lust, and if what Ron said was true, it was all for him.

“Charlie, I need you. You’ve never walked away from me before, please don’t start now.”

“Ron, this is different. I’m supposed to take care of you……”

“Then take care of me Charlie. Please?”
His resistance was fading quickly with his brother’s insistent pleading and when Ron pulled again he allowed his hand to be placed back in it’s spot on Ron’s abdomen. He was still looking into Ron’s eyes as his hand was moved farther south. He felt the thick thatch of curls surrounding his little brother’s manhood and he knees went weak. All his control gone, he collapsed onto the bed and Ron moved over to make room for his larger frame.

Ron turned onto his side and urged Charlie to do the same. Once they were facing each other, bodies barely touching, Ron spoke.

“Don’t think about anything. Just feel, just feel Charlie. Kiss me?” Ron was nervously biting his lower lip, but his eyes were still begging for everything, anything, and nothing all at once. Charlie didn’t argue, he’d spent too many years fighting this and it seemed there was no need to any longer.

He leaned forward, canted his head to the side and caught Ron’s bottom lip between his teeth. Ron groaned, his body went rigid and then completely relaxed. Charlie felt as if Ron was melting into him. He sucked on the lip he’d trapped and Ron’s arm came up to wrap around his waist and pull him even closer. As Charlie’s tongue slipped into Ron’s mouth their cocks were brought together, that was the moment that Charlie knew all hope was lost. But, he couldn’t be arsed to care, he fluidly flipped them and was rutting against Ron before he could even take his next breath.

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Charlie was on top of him again, but this time there were no secrets between and there wasn’t anybody to interrupt them. But there were way too many clothes, on Charlie at least. He was desperate to feel Charlie’s skin, he started to frantically pull on his shirt. He managed to get it up and over his brother’s head and tossed it into the corner.

When Charlie leaned back down he didn’t continue his assault on Ron’s mouth. Instead he started working his way down Ron’s neck. His hands were running up and down the chest and abs he dreamed of touching earlier. Ron, for his part, was tugging at the button and zip on Charlie’s jeans, he considered it a small victory that he was able to get them undone. He wanted them off, but more importantly he wanted to feel Charlie, so he didn’t battle with trying to pull them down, instead he reached inside.

“Fuck, Ron.” Charlie’s words were harsh and breathy and it only succeeded in driving Ron wild. He set a steady but hard pace on his brother’s cock and was rewarded with the sexiest moans he’d ever heard. When he felt Charlie start to quiver he doubled his efforts determined to feel his brother spill out on his stomach, needing to feel Charlie’s release even more than he needed his own. When Charlie’s hand was suddenly over his, stopping him, he looked up in confusion.

“You have to stop Ronnie, if you don’t…….” He didn’t finish the sentence, instead he started to stand up.

Ron was once again on eye level with Charlie’s crotch, but this time his hard length jutted out from the front of his jean just begging to be touched. Or tasted, Ron’s eyes settled on a small drop of fluid seeping from the tip and couldn’t restrain himself. He raised up and caught just the head of Charlie’s cock between his lips and pushed his tongue under the foreskin, sucking for all he was worth. The taste of Charlie exploded in his mouth and he was awed to discover that they tasted just alike.

Charlie groaned and Ron felt the pressure of a hand on the back of his head, not urging him on, but not stopping him either. Charlie was simply holding him in place and ever so slightly rocking his own hips just a fraction back and forth. Charlie continued his actions only for a moment before pulling away and completely removing his pants. Ron was stunned speechless, Charlie was truly amazing. His arms, thigh and torso were nicely defined. The scars from his beloved dragons only heightened his beauty and every time he moved Ron was mesmerized by the way his muscles rippled and danced beneath his skin.

He wanted to tell Charlie how breathtaking he was, wanted to feel and lick every inch of skin that had just been bared, but he couldn’t push the words from his brain to his mouth and his arms didn‘t seem to want to cooperate either. So, he contented himself with looking his fill and hoping it wasn’t the last time he’d get the chance.

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He hadn’t expected Ron to so eagerly try to swallow his cock. He’d been stunned at the first touch of Ron’s tongue and even more surprised when Ron started to move forward trying to take all of him. He’d wanted to let the boy continue, wanted to just stand there and let it happen, but he couldn’t. It was crazy enough that they were actually doing this, even crazier to think that it could happened again. Since this was surely to be a one-off experience he wanted to make sure that he got to thoroughly explore the naked body of his brother. He didn’t want to live the rest of his life wondering how Ron would react to this or that, he wanted to know. He wanted to have these memories to fall back on when he couldn’t keep thoughts of Ron at bay.

He pushed Ron back onto the bed and climbed on top of him again. Holding his weight on his toes and his fists placed on either side of Ron’s shoulders he looked down into Ron’s smoldering eyes. He didn’t want to ask, it was almost painful for him to do, but he had to make sure.

“Ronnie…. My sweet little baby brother….” He used his nickname and reiterated their family connection, not only to remind Ron of the wrongness of the situation, but to try and remind himself as well, “Are you sure you want this? Are you sure you want me?”

It seemed as if his not so subtle reminder of their relationship only served to turn Ron on more. His body arched, his jaw clenched, and his eyes went even darker. Charlie even felt Ron’s cock twitch, coming briefly in contact with his own swollen, aching organ and causing his body to tremble with anticipation.

“Yesssss, Merlin yes, please Charlie, just touch me. Need you so damned bad, bloody hell, I need you NOW!” Ron’s reply was forced out through clenched teeth and his body was shaking with need.

Charlie held himself steady on one arm and used his other hand to run his fingertips gently and lightly down Ron’s chest.

“Like this? Is this how you want me to touch you, Ronnie?” His tone was light and teasing even in the seriousness of the situation.

“More. Everywhere.” Without waiting for further provocation or giving Ron any warning, Charlie relaxed his limbs and allowed his body full skin to skin contact with his brother’s for the first time. Ron sharply inhaled and tensed against him.

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Charlie. Charlie everywhere.

That was the only thought circling his brain when he finally felt his older brother’s body descend on his own. His cock throbbed against Charlie’s and his first instinct was to find some friction or create it on his own. Planting his feet firmly on the footboard of the bed he used the added leverage to move his body up and down his brother’s. He only found a little relief with his actions, but a little was much better than none.

“Shhhh, calm down, Ronnie. Not so fast, I’ll make it sooooo good for you, I promise, but let me take care of you like you asked, yeah?” Charlie’s breath on his skin and the promise murmured directly in his ear only made his need greater and he groaned in frustration.

Charlie chuckled and nibbled his earlobe causing sparks to reverberate throughout the length of his body.

“Are you a little eager baby brother? Don’t worry, like I said, this will be good for you, it’s just going to require a little patience. But we’ll get there.”

Baby brother. He knew that should bother him. Those words should cause reality to set in. He should be pulling away, gathering his senses, getting control of himself. Instead it just made him want Charlie so much more. It was so wrong, but nothing had ever felt more right to him.

When he felt Charlie’s tongue tracing his nipple and his teeth gently clamping down on him, it was only by sheer force of will that he didn’t come. He’d never known that he was quite so sensitive there, but it felt so good. Charlie licked and sucked each nipple until it stood at attention and then started moving down his body. Warm, wet, open-mouthed, kisses made his belly flutter. By the time Charlie reached his navel he thought his heart was going to jump out of his chest or stop beating altogether.

It seemed Charlie was an expert at this, but Ron wasn’t complaining at all, well maybe just a little because even though he was being lavished with attention, he still needed more and he needed it soon. Charlie’s tongue slipped into his bellybutton and he again started to thrust against his brother. Charlie laughed when Ron’s cock began to bump against his chin.

“Are you trying to give me a hint, little bro?” The laughter was still in his voice, but his eyes were pure hunger.

“No, Charlie, I just….I can’t, I don’t know how much longer I can….and I don’t want to…… I just need you so much, you’re killing me.” He tried to pour all of his desperation out, tried to make Charlie understand how much he needed……..something.

Without another word Charlie moved lower and Ron could feel little puffs of air hitting his leaking cock. He tried to hold back, to keep his hips still and not poke his brother’s eye out, but it was so difficult. He heard Charlie breath in deeply and was driven even further to the edge when he realized Charlie was smelling him.

“Gods Ronnie, you smell so good. I’ve got to taste you, want to know if you taste as good as you smell.” And then Charlie’s tongue was firmly running up his length and it was incredible. His brother stopped to collect the drop of pre-come on the tip and then greedily licked up the puddle that had collected just under his navel.

“Mmmmmm, so good. I want to suck you Ronnie, want to feel you explode in my mouth, want to drink you down, but not right now. I want us to come together, want to take you there with me and feel you quake under me. Is that okay?” HE placed a barely-there kiss at the base of Ron’s shaft and begin the journey back up his body.

“Yes, yes, yes, anything, everything, please Charlie, please.” Ron was past the point of coherent though and apparently speech as well, but he didn’t care, he was too focused on every point of contact his body had with Charlie’s.

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Hearing Ron beg was so much better than he’d ever imagined and he had to admit that he was almost as bad off as his brother. He wanted to bring them off together and he needed to do that very soon, but he stopped first to ravish his brother mouth again. He wanted Ron to taste himself in his mouth, wanted to share that delicious flavor with the owner of it.

Ron didn’t disappoint, he actively tried to get more from Charlie, going as far as to literally suck on his tongue reminding Charlie of Ron’s early ministrations on another part of his body. That was the last straw, Charlie couldn’t wait any longer, with a single sure and steady hand he gripped their cocks together firmly between their bodies.

Ron nearly shouted his pleasure and Charlie stuck two fingers in his mouth to give him something to concentrate on.

“Shhhh, can’t have anyone coming to check on you. Suck Ronnie, I know how good you are at that, show me what you wanted to do to me earlier”

And maybe that wasn’t the best idea he’d ever had because the second he felt the suction begin on his fingers his orgasm started to rip through his body. Three strokes was all it took before he started to spill over his hand, his come slicking their cocks. When the first drop landed on Ron’s abdomen he felt the younger boy tense again and then they were both spurting stream after stream between them.

Once his body stopped convulsing he allowed himself to collapse beside Ron and took several deep breaths to calm himself. Ron was already beginning to drift into the best kind of sated unconsciousness when Charlie finally convinced himself to get up and redress. As much as he’d like to stay here and hold Ron through the night then wake up and make love to him first thing in the morning as well, he knew he couldn’t.

Once he was dressed he pulled out his wand and aimed it at the mess on Ron’s stomach intending to clean the stickiness magically. At the last second he thought better of it. He pulled his shirt off again and used it to wipe their semen from Ron. Once Ron was clean he brought it to his face and breathed deeply of their essences. He didn’t know if he’d ever wash the shirt again.

He started toward the door, but changed his mind at the last minute. He quietly walked back to the bed where his little brother was sleeping. He took in the sight of his debauched little angel one more time before laying a soft, sweet kiss on his forehead and then turning and walking out, heading back to his own room.