Under Our Roof (5a/14)
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April 6 2010, 02:53:41 UTC
Alfred
“Open your eyes.”
I folded my hands behind my bare back, and grinned at Arthur, propped up in bed on a stack of pillows, his arms behind his head. He grinned back at me.
“I’m looking.” He was. His eyes travelled from my head to my toes, up and down again. Still smiling, I tore off my jeans and boxers and walked over to bed. Arthur held up the blankets to let me in. I settled in beside his warm body and wrap my arms around his chest. I kissed him.
“You’re pretty today,” I said.
“I could say the same thing about you.” He touched my shoulders, trailed his hands down my chest. His hands closed on my hips. I rolled over on top of him, and I wrapped my fingers around his wrists. I pushed my hips against his. I smiled at his gasp. My stomach was hot and open. I kissed him again.
“I thought about you in class today. You’re very distracting.”
“Well, I’d hate to think I was distracting you.”
“You can make it up to me.” I kissed his throat and my hand slipped down to stroke his erection, which was sharp on my stomach.
“Alfred.”
His voice made me stop. I looked at him impatiently. “Yeah?”
“Your brother was acting very strange this morning.”
What about Matt? Oh. Yeah. I forgot.
“Yeah. Matt gets kinds weird sometimes. I think he’s gotten over it by now.”
“Sometimes I worry about him finding out.”
“Don’t.” I kissed his jaw. “Don’t ever worry about that. No one’s gonna find out.” I tried to kiss his mouth, but he turned his head away.
“He lives under the same roof as us. He’s bound to suspect some time.”
I groaned in frustration. “Stop it. Matt doesn’t suspect anything. He’s too much of a goody-two shoes to even think about awful, dirty things like this.”
“But-”
“Stop talking about Matt. It’s not him you’re sleeping with.” I felt a cold flare of sadism in my chest and I leered down at Arthur. “Unless you want to bring him in. That would solve that problem, right? Have little Mattie join the fun. That way you can have both your sons at once. Can’t be worse than what we’re doing right now.”
“Alfred, stop that.”
Guilt. “I’m sorry.” I nuzzled his chest in apology.
“It’s not the same, and you know it,” he continued. He stroked and tangled my hair as he spoke. “Matthew isn’t the same as you. Nowhere near it. You’re special for me.”
“You’d never do this with Matt.” I knew he wouldn’t, but I wanted to hear him say it.
“Never.”
“Good.” I started stroking him again, hard and fast, brushing my knuckles thrillingly against my own cock.
I don’t want to talk about Matt. Matt is my brother. He has nothing to do with what I do with Arthur. They’re different worlds and it’s illogical to think they would ever intersect. This is joyfully dirty and sweaty and shameful. My brother is clean and pure and sexless.
“I want you in me,” Arthur whispered in my ear, and all thoughts of my brother fled. I might not have had a brother for all that I thought of him in that moment.
“Open your eyes.”
I folded my hands behind my bare back, and grinned at Arthur, propped up in bed on a stack of pillows, his arms behind his head. He grinned back at me.
“I’m looking.” He was. His eyes travelled from my head to my toes, up and down again. Still smiling, I tore off my jeans and boxers and walked over to bed. Arthur held up the blankets to let me in. I settled in beside his warm body and wrap my arms around his chest. I kissed him.
“You’re pretty today,” I said.
“I could say the same thing about you.” He touched my shoulders, trailed his hands down my chest. His hands closed on my hips. I rolled over on top of him, and I wrapped my fingers around his wrists. I pushed my hips against his. I smiled at his gasp. My stomach was hot and open. I kissed him again.
“I thought about you in class today. You’re very distracting.”
“Well, I’d hate to think I was distracting you.”
“You can make it up to me.” I kissed his throat and my hand slipped down to stroke his erection, which was sharp on my stomach.
“Alfred.”
His voice made me stop. I looked at him impatiently. “Yeah?”
“Your brother was acting very strange this morning.”
What about Matt? Oh. Yeah. I forgot.
“Yeah. Matt gets kinds weird sometimes. I think he’s gotten over it by now.”
“Sometimes I worry about him finding out.”
“Don’t.” I kissed his jaw. “Don’t ever worry about that. No one’s gonna find out.” I tried to kiss his mouth, but he turned his head away.
“He lives under the same roof as us. He’s bound to suspect some time.”
I groaned in frustration. “Stop it. Matt doesn’t suspect anything. He’s too much of a goody-two shoes to even think about awful, dirty things like this.”
“But-”
“Stop talking about Matt. It’s not him you’re sleeping with.” I felt a cold flare of sadism in my chest and I leered down at Arthur. “Unless you want to bring him in. That would solve that problem, right? Have little Mattie join the fun. That way you can have both your sons at once. Can’t be worse than what we’re doing right now.”
“Alfred, stop that.”
Guilt. “I’m sorry.” I nuzzled his chest in apology.
“It’s not the same, and you know it,” he continued. He stroked and tangled my hair as he spoke. “Matthew isn’t the same as you. Nowhere near it. You’re special for me.”
“You’d never do this with Matt.” I knew he wouldn’t, but I wanted to hear him say it.
“Never.”
“Good.” I started stroking him again, hard and fast, brushing my knuckles thrillingly against my own cock.
I don’t want to talk about Matt. Matt is my brother. He has nothing to do with what I do with Arthur. They’re different worlds and it’s illogical to think they would ever intersect. This is joyfully dirty and sweaty and shameful. My brother is clean and pure and sexless.
“I want you in me,” Arthur whispered in my ear, and all thoughts of my brother fled. I might not have had a brother for all that I thought of him in that moment.
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