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Hi everyone! I have to say, I adored everything that was posted here from the beggining, and, by reading you, I wanted to try!
So here's my first try, 'd like to know what you think of it!!
Title: Teenage Pulsions
Pairing : Angus/Malcolm
Malcolm took a long drag off his cigarette and looked back at Angus.
The latter was searching like crazy, pushing his tiny body under their dad's bed, arching his back, twisting his left arm, despite the fact he was right-handed, to get there.
"I....almost....gotit...."
Malcolm rolled his eyes.
"Ang, it's so-"
"ALMOST!"
"Maybe he changed 'em of place, eh whadya think?"
Angus backed out just enough to cross his gaze with his brother's. The severe frown Malcolm was wearing brought down all Angus' excitement.
"You think he did?" He asked, deadpanned.
Malcolm sighed, took another drag of his cigarette and landed his gaze on the cupboard.
Angus followed his eyes, arched a brown, and then it clicked.
"Oh ya!"
He pulled himself on his feet and started to search between the clothes.
"Really, Angus, you're desperate."
Angus didn't even stop his quest.
"I bet you-"
Malcolm was abruptly cut by Angus' cry of victory.
"Gotcha!"
He pulled out his treasure : a pile of his dad's pornos.
He giggled like crazy, his fingers corning the pages, smiling in anticipation.
"Christ, Ang, ya could at least buy some on yer own."
"Pff, going for the cheaper pleasure."
Malcolm shook his head and tapped the ashes off his cigarette.
"Yea, as if ya know pleasure."
Angus frowned.
"I do."
"Sha right. Your right hand does, that's all, mate."
Angus' cheeks were quickly turning a shade of red.
"I've shagged birds!
"Yea, stuffed animals."
"No, the real one. They were screaming Mal."
"I'd be too if it was you on top of me."
Ang's cheeks were on fire, and that heat quickly spread to his entire face.
"Go ask 'em"
"I don't wanna hear 'em cry."
"Shut up! What about you, huh Mal?"
"Me?"
"Yeah, you. Amazing talent, I suppose?"
"At least I don't fuck like a bunny."
"Pardon?"
"You heard"
"A bunny."
"Look at yourself Ang. Five seconds and you're spent. That's if you haven't creamed your pants before." Malcolm had a big silly grin stuck to his features. How he loved to drive his brother mad, it was almost too easy.
"Stop it!"
"That what they said."
Angus growled.
"Are you gonna be over soon?"
"That's what they never get to say."
"ENOUGH!"
"That too-"
"Jesus! What do I have to do to shut ya up, eh Mal?"
Malcolm killed his cigarette, chuckling.
"Oh, ya can't escape Ang, yer the baby. I just have to poke ya."
They looked at each other, smilling, until their shared gaze broke, Malcolm's eyes leaning on Angus' white knuckles.
"Still ready for a wank, dirty boy?"
"Pff, you pretty much killed it."
Malcolm grinned.
"Don't grin, you twat." Ang threw him the pornographic magazines.
"Hey, hey, you are putting them right where they were- Oh, hello, dirty blonde."
Angus giggled.
"Last that touched 'em puts 'em back!"
A gaze was shared by the two brothers. Fast, Malcolm threw the first mag to Ang's face. It hit its target. Malcolm took a drag, smilling.
"Yer the last one."
Angus frowned.
"That's a game that can be played by two."
Soon, Bettie Page was lying in the corner of the room, while Angus dove to avoid another pin-up, a redhead that time. It didn't take long for Malcolm to be out of ammunition. And his last one missed Angus so he was still the-last-one-that-touched-the-porn.
Without calling his shot, Malcolm just jumped on his brother. Angus tried to escape but it just ended with Malcolm's fingers gripping his ankles tight; too tight. Angus tried to move.
He did get to move. But his pants didn't follow.
"Shit!" Lemme go!"
"Ta. Not in a million years, son."
Angus growled and tried to move again.
His boxers were by now fully exposed and Malcolm had a silly grin plastered to his face.
"Oh fuck it!" Angus said, shaking his feet to get off his jeans.
Malcolm's eyes went on the pants, on the ankles, and on the door. Oh, no. Angus would not escape that one.
Malcolm grabbed higher, groping at the warm flesh, and pulled the other to him. Angus yelped, his fingers uselessly digging to the ground, finding nothing to hold to on the thick carpet.
He could only see the distance between him and his sweet escape enlarge seriously.
His eyes narrowed.
Angus could be something. When all his energy built in the same place, he could be unstoppable.
One always seemed to control him, though.
But now, a long cry of “LETMEGO!” slipped out of Angus' mouth as he started to move frantically, fists and feet flying in an attempt to be free, to reach the door AND avoid picking up the magazines.
But Malcolm knew better. His fingers went for the back of Angus neck and pulled roughly.
Angus screamed and stopped moving for a split of a second, surprised.
That split of a second was enough for Malcolm to grin, from ear to ear and flip Angus on his back were he could hook both Angus' wrists in one fist, keeping them in control, squeezed between their pelvis, and by a weird twisting of his legs, he managed to immobilize Angus' legs.
The younger could only move toes and fingers. But as Malcolm was smiling stupidly at his victory, he learned he had forgotten a vicious place.
Angus' teeth sank in his shoulder.
Malcolm growled and his brother just giggled in victory.
But Malcolm's head turned abruptly, catching Angus' lower lip between his teeth. The latter screamed, mumbling words no one could understand. The hands started to move - the younger couldn't pull his head back because if he did so it'd just hurt more - so the only other option was to shove Malcolm back. But the grip his brother had on his wrists was too firm. He tried snatching Malcolm's upper lip with his lips but failed.
After many times in the row, he pulled back, and the taste of blood - faint, but there- filled his mouth. So he leaned in, mumbling another cry for freedom.
He could read a clear “no” in Malcolm's eyes.
Still his he let his lip go, but before Angus could enjoy it, it was caught back by two lips, pressing against his own fondly. That time, the heels started to move, hitting the floor erratically, as Angus watched his brother kiss him. His features was so near he could count his eyelashes. But before he finished, the eyes snapped open, smiling.
"You kiss eyes open? Ew."
Before Angus could reply, the lips went for his again. This time, he closed his eyes and took it as a test. His brother was testing him, he was sure. Well then, he'll be giving him the gum. His tongue parted his brother's lips.
He didn't know who moaned.
But soon, he forgot about the dare, about the testing, about all. His hands were free, tangled in his brother's hair.
The scene, from a cold, outside perspective must have look strange. Two boys in the middle of their parents' room, kissing breathless in the middle of a sea of porno magazines.
One had no pants, the other was removing them.
Angus' lips were soon swollen.
''Mmmmmm, mal... Mal... we... maybe we aren't suppose-''
''You aren't supposed to smoke either.''
''But-''
''Nor drink.''
''B-''
''Nor shag to poor innocent birds-''
''Shut up!''
''Make me.''
Angus thought for a moment. He was hot, horny and had to do something about it. On the other hand, Malcolm was his brother.
He pondered for a moment.
Fuck it.
He kissed back. Slowly, deeply. Malcolm's hand found his shaft. Angus moaned, bucking his hips. His sound of pleasure, though, soon turned into a sharp cry.
'
'Jesus, Mal! M no fuckin' bird!''
Malcolm grinned. “Sorry. It’s just… you’re as pretty.’’
His lips sealed on Ang’s neck.
“And just. as. tight.’’
Angus breathed deeply, his brow furrowed, eyes closed. Sweat broke out on his forehead.
Slowly, his brother pulled back. Ang’s fingers were diving in his shoulder’s skin, locked in his white t-shirt, pulling it up frantically.
Malcolm waited. He knew he'd hurt Angus, and thought the only thing he wanted was to drive himself inside him like a madman and was aching for it, but he waited. His little brother had his deepest affection, owned his anger and his fury, held his heart in the palm of his hand.
Angus was the center of his world, he was pretty much the one he cherished the most and love beyond any measures.
The one he wanted to protect from anything and anyone. Yet, the one he needed so bad...
“Mal!’’
He snapped out of his daydream. His eyes looked upon the other's face, the body squirming beneath him, craving for attention. The eyes were big, sparkling. There was also tears in them.
“The fuck are ya waitin’ for Mal??”
Angus was back to his hyper-active state again.
Malcolm smiled. “Waiting for you to regain composure.”
“Yer the one that needed composure. I don’t…”
Angus trailed off, his knees trying to push Malcolm back up.
“Maybe we should stop here, don’t you think Ang?”
Angus’ eyes filled with lust.
“You can’t. You need me,” The kid was right, “But most of all…” He bit his lip, “I need you pretty fucking much.”
That broke the latest Malcolmish-tread ‘I-want-you-to-want-me’ and, lips to lips, he thrust back.
--
They placed back the magazines together.
Angus never went for them anymore. He had much more than 2D cheap birds to handle his desires.
So here's my first try, 'd like to know what you think of it!!
Title: Teenage Pulsions
Pairing : Angus/Malcolm
Malcolm took a long drag off his cigarette and looked back at Angus.
The latter was searching like crazy, pushing his tiny body under their dad's bed, arching his back, twisting his left arm, despite the fact he was right-handed, to get there.
"I....almost....gotit...."
Malcolm rolled his eyes.
"Ang, it's so-"
"ALMOST!"
"Maybe he changed 'em of place, eh whadya think?"
Angus backed out just enough to cross his gaze with his brother's. The severe frown Malcolm was wearing brought down all Angus' excitement.
"You think he did?" He asked, deadpanned.
Malcolm sighed, took another drag of his cigarette and landed his gaze on the cupboard.
Angus followed his eyes, arched a brown, and then it clicked.
"Oh ya!"
He pulled himself on his feet and started to search between the clothes.
"Really, Angus, you're desperate."
Angus didn't even stop his quest.
"I bet you-"
Malcolm was abruptly cut by Angus' cry of victory.
"Gotcha!"
He pulled out his treasure : a pile of his dad's pornos.
He giggled like crazy, his fingers corning the pages, smiling in anticipation.
"Christ, Ang, ya could at least buy some on yer own."
"Pff, going for the cheaper pleasure."
Malcolm shook his head and tapped the ashes off his cigarette.
"Yea, as if ya know pleasure."
Angus frowned.
"I do."
"Sha right. Your right hand does, that's all, mate."
Angus' cheeks were quickly turning a shade of red.
"I've shagged birds!
"Yea, stuffed animals."
"No, the real one. They were screaming Mal."
"I'd be too if it was you on top of me."
Ang's cheeks were on fire, and that heat quickly spread to his entire face.
"Go ask 'em"
"I don't wanna hear 'em cry."
"Shut up! What about you, huh Mal?"
"Me?"
"Yeah, you. Amazing talent, I suppose?"
"At least I don't fuck like a bunny."
"Pardon?"
"You heard"
"A bunny."
"Look at yourself Ang. Five seconds and you're spent. That's if you haven't creamed your pants before." Malcolm had a big silly grin stuck to his features. How he loved to drive his brother mad, it was almost too easy.
"Stop it!"
"That what they said."
Angus growled.
"Are you gonna be over soon?"
"That's what they never get to say."
"ENOUGH!"
"That too-"
"Jesus! What do I have to do to shut ya up, eh Mal?"
Malcolm killed his cigarette, chuckling.
"Oh, ya can't escape Ang, yer the baby. I just have to poke ya."
They looked at each other, smilling, until their shared gaze broke, Malcolm's eyes leaning on Angus' white knuckles.
"Still ready for a wank, dirty boy?"
"Pff, you pretty much killed it."
Malcolm grinned.
"Don't grin, you twat." Ang threw him the pornographic magazines.
"Hey, hey, you are putting them right where they were- Oh, hello, dirty blonde."
Angus giggled.
"Last that touched 'em puts 'em back!"
A gaze was shared by the two brothers. Fast, Malcolm threw the first mag to Ang's face. It hit its target. Malcolm took a drag, smilling.
"Yer the last one."
Angus frowned.
"That's a game that can be played by two."
Soon, Bettie Page was lying in the corner of the room, while Angus dove to avoid another pin-up, a redhead that time. It didn't take long for Malcolm to be out of ammunition. And his last one missed Angus so he was still the-last-one-that-touched-the-porn.
Without calling his shot, Malcolm just jumped on his brother. Angus tried to escape but it just ended with Malcolm's fingers gripping his ankles tight; too tight. Angus tried to move.
He did get to move. But his pants didn't follow.
"Shit!" Lemme go!"
"Ta. Not in a million years, son."
Angus growled and tried to move again.
His boxers were by now fully exposed and Malcolm had a silly grin plastered to his face.
"Oh fuck it!" Angus said, shaking his feet to get off his jeans.
Malcolm's eyes went on the pants, on the ankles, and on the door. Oh, no. Angus would not escape that one.
Malcolm grabbed higher, groping at the warm flesh, and pulled the other to him. Angus yelped, his fingers uselessly digging to the ground, finding nothing to hold to on the thick carpet.
He could only see the distance between him and his sweet escape enlarge seriously.
His eyes narrowed.
Angus could be something. When all his energy built in the same place, he could be unstoppable.
One always seemed to control him, though.
But now, a long cry of “LETMEGO!” slipped out of Angus' mouth as he started to move frantically, fists and feet flying in an attempt to be free, to reach the door AND avoid picking up the magazines.
But Malcolm knew better. His fingers went for the back of Angus neck and pulled roughly.
Angus screamed and stopped moving for a split of a second, surprised.
That split of a second was enough for Malcolm to grin, from ear to ear and flip Angus on his back were he could hook both Angus' wrists in one fist, keeping them in control, squeezed between their pelvis, and by a weird twisting of his legs, he managed to immobilize Angus' legs.
The younger could only move toes and fingers. But as Malcolm was smiling stupidly at his victory, he learned he had forgotten a vicious place.
Angus' teeth sank in his shoulder.
Malcolm growled and his brother just giggled in victory.
But Malcolm's head turned abruptly, catching Angus' lower lip between his teeth. The latter screamed, mumbling words no one could understand. The hands started to move - the younger couldn't pull his head back because if he did so it'd just hurt more - so the only other option was to shove Malcolm back. But the grip his brother had on his wrists was too firm. He tried snatching Malcolm's upper lip with his lips but failed.
After many times in the row, he pulled back, and the taste of blood - faint, but there- filled his mouth. So he leaned in, mumbling another cry for freedom.
He could read a clear “no” in Malcolm's eyes.
Still his he let his lip go, but before Angus could enjoy it, it was caught back by two lips, pressing against his own fondly. That time, the heels started to move, hitting the floor erratically, as Angus watched his brother kiss him. His features was so near he could count his eyelashes. But before he finished, the eyes snapped open, smiling.
"You kiss eyes open? Ew."
Before Angus could reply, the lips went for his again. This time, he closed his eyes and took it as a test. His brother was testing him, he was sure. Well then, he'll be giving him the gum. His tongue parted his brother's lips.
He didn't know who moaned.
But soon, he forgot about the dare, about the testing, about all. His hands were free, tangled in his brother's hair.
The scene, from a cold, outside perspective must have look strange. Two boys in the middle of their parents' room, kissing breathless in the middle of a sea of porno magazines.
One had no pants, the other was removing them.
Angus' lips were soon swollen.
''Mmmmmm, mal... Mal... we... maybe we aren't suppose-''
''You aren't supposed to smoke either.''
''But-''
''Nor drink.''
''B-''
''Nor shag to poor innocent birds-''
''Shut up!''
''Make me.''
Angus thought for a moment. He was hot, horny and had to do something about it. On the other hand, Malcolm was his brother.
He pondered for a moment.
Fuck it.
He kissed back. Slowly, deeply. Malcolm's hand found his shaft. Angus moaned, bucking his hips. His sound of pleasure, though, soon turned into a sharp cry.
'
'Jesus, Mal! M no fuckin' bird!''
Malcolm grinned. “Sorry. It’s just… you’re as pretty.’’
His lips sealed on Ang’s neck.
“And just. as. tight.’’
Angus breathed deeply, his brow furrowed, eyes closed. Sweat broke out on his forehead.
Slowly, his brother pulled back. Ang’s fingers were diving in his shoulder’s skin, locked in his white t-shirt, pulling it up frantically.
Malcolm waited. He knew he'd hurt Angus, and thought the only thing he wanted was to drive himself inside him like a madman and was aching for it, but he waited. His little brother had his deepest affection, owned his anger and his fury, held his heart in the palm of his hand.
Angus was the center of his world, he was pretty much the one he cherished the most and love beyond any measures.
The one he wanted to protect from anything and anyone. Yet, the one he needed so bad...
“Mal!’’
He snapped out of his daydream. His eyes looked upon the other's face, the body squirming beneath him, craving for attention. The eyes were big, sparkling. There was also tears in them.
“The fuck are ya waitin’ for Mal??”
Angus was back to his hyper-active state again.
Malcolm smiled. “Waiting for you to regain composure.”
“Yer the one that needed composure. I don’t…”
Angus trailed off, his knees trying to push Malcolm back up.
“Maybe we should stop here, don’t you think Ang?”
Angus’ eyes filled with lust.
“You can’t. You need me,” The kid was right, “But most of all…” He bit his lip, “I need you pretty fucking much.”
That broke the latest Malcolmish-tread ‘I-want-you-to-want-me’ and, lips to lips, he thrust back.
--
They placed back the magazines together.
Angus never went for them anymore. He had much more than 2D cheap birds to handle his desires.