Pointless Porn No.1
Arthur sipped at his poorly mixed drink, trying to his ignore his brother’s pointed stares. Usually Arthur hated parties, especially when college students got involved but this time he could make an exception.
“He’s staring.” Charles whispered into his ear.
“I can see that.” Arthur deadpanned, meeting the man’s eyes from across the room. Hot Muscly Guy winked at him before turning to talk to Perfect Teeth Hot Guy, who was obviously undressing Charles six different ways from across this stupid college party.
“He’s older.” Charles whispered again, making Arthur look at him darkly.
“Yes, Charles, I can see that.”
He turned back to watch the two men staring at them.
“Not everyone needs to read minds to see the obvious.” He added, glancing to see Charles looking a little dejected. He and Charles had been brothers for nearly all their lives, they were practically twins at this point, so Arthur didn’t need to read minds to know what Charles was thinking. “Stop pouting, Perfect Teeth is staring at you.”
“Who?”
“Muscly Guy’s friend. He’s been eyefucking you for the past hour.” Arthur said making eye contact with Muscly again, this time giving him a small smile.
“No he hasn’t.” Charles was blushing. So he’d noticed Perfect Teeth as well.
“Yes he has, you’re just too oblivious.” Arthur didn’t need to look to know he was pouting or glaring or a terrible combination of both. Some twink, older, not underage twink began flirting with Perfect Teeth and Muscly Guy. This wouldn’t do. “Kiss me.”
“Wh-What?” Charles spluttered.
“Do you want to get laid tonight?” Arthur said, grabbing the front of Charles’ shirt.
“Sure.” Translation: Yes.
“Well this is how.” Arthur said before crushing his lips over Charles’. It wasn’t the first time they’d kissed. They were still hormonally ridden teenagers, just because their parents had gotten married when they were four didn’t mean they weren’t gonna screw around. Which meant that it didn’t take long for Charles to relax into the impromptu kiss, opening his mouth to let Arthur’s tongue slid in beside his.
It was wet and filthy and when Arthur opened his eyes to look over at Muscly and Teeth it was working. He put a hand on the back of Charles’ head, grasping at his hair to tilt his head back. Charles responded by moaning into his mouth and grabbing his hips, thrusting them together and beginning to rub against him. Arthur moaned his appreciation and let Charles rut against him, which sent him against the wall. Just as Arthur began whimpering into Charles’ mouth they were interrupted with an amused “Room for two more?”
They both looked to see Muscly and Teeth standing on either side of them, leaning a shoulder against the wall with lust veiled looks in their eyes. Before Charles could say something stupid Arthur breathed out a “Fuck yes.” Before Arthur could do anything else Charles said something surprisingly unstupid. “Bedroom.” If Arthur didn’t have other plans for his night he’d have dropped to his knees and blown Charles out of sheer gratitude.
The door had barely opened before Arthur found himself lifted up and slammed against a wall by a pair of huge arms. Charles was being backed onto the bed, Teeth crawling on top of him and pinning his smaller frame down with his larger one. “Name?” Muscly asked and holy shit, how had Arthur missed those lips? When it took Arthur too long to respond and the arms holding him up tightened their hold he remembered he’d been too busy getting hot and bothered by the man’s massive muscle mass to look at his lips. He regretted that now because those lips were…perfect. “Arthur.” he managed to say without sounding too breathless. “Eames.” Muscly said before attacking Arthur’s lips with his lush ones. Those lips were soft and a little chapped but so perfect. And Eames knew exactly how to get Arthur to open up to him using those lips. He heard Charles moan in the background, opened his eyes and saw him writhing beneath Teeth. The sight of his brother coming undone under the man made Arthur moan into Eames’ mouth.
Arthur got so caught up in a wanton haze that wasn’t sure how he’d lost his clothes, when he’d been moved to the bed or when he and Charles had joined hands. They laid half on the bed, half off, held up by the men between their legs, hands grasped together over their heads as Eames and Teeth -whose real name was Erik- slowly worked lubed fingers into their holes. And when the hell had that begun?! Arthur couldn’t remember ever being so lost in pleasure before as Eames’ thick fingers rubbed against his prostate making him cry out, Charles echoing him moments later. Charles was swearing, a litany of shit and fuck, over and over again as he opened up. Arthur, on the other hand, couldn’t think of words much less speak them. he could lay there and moan and gasp at the feel of Eames stretching him open. Charles gasped “More. Now. Just…” and he pulled his hand away from Arthur’s to press it to his temple. Arthur whimpered when Eames removed his fingers and he saw him beginning to rip open a condom wrapper when Charles protested “No, you’re both clean. We’re clean. Just, do it already.” Arthur strained his neck to look at Erik who was giving Charles a shit eating grin, which he flashed to Eames as well. “You are amazing, you know that?” Arthur said breathlessly, moving unconsciously.
He positioned himself on his hand and knees, swaying his hips a little in invitation for Eames, face hovering over Charles’. He waited watched as Erik slowly pushed into Charles, awestruck at the sight. He glance down to Charles, watched his face contort in pleasure and let out a moan as Eames slowly pushed into him. It wasn’t sure what which to focus on, watching the slow roll of Erik’s hips into his step-brother or feeling Eames’ thick cock filling him up.
Erik and Eames were thrusting steadily now, timed perfectly with each other while Charles and Arthur moaned into the other’s air. Charles put his hands on either side of Arthur’s face and pulled him down and kissed him. Both men groaned at that, hips speeding up as Arthur and Charles tongue fucked the other’s mouth, sharing moans.
The pace of Eames’ hips became brutal, he was holding onto Arthur’s hips to bring him back into every thrust. He pulled away from Charles’ mouth and watched Erik do the same with Charles. Watched Erik slam into Charles’ hole as Eames did the same to him, making he and Charles come undone. Between Eames pounding into him, hitting his prostate on every other thrust, and watching Charles push his hips into each thrust into his own body Arthur was going crazy. He came, untouched, splurting cum into Charles’ hair and on his face. Seconds later Charles’ let out a broken gasp that had Arthur clenching around Eames, who had lost his rhythm, and came all over his stomach. Erik and Eames came seconds apart, spilling into the brothers with groans before collapsing on top of them.
Arthur woke up in his parent’s bed feeling very warm but very very squished. He opened his eyes to see Charles sleeping peacefully in front of him. Their hands twined together. Behind Charles, with and arm wrapped around his waist was Erik, also asleep. The arm around Arthur tightened…wait. Arm? Eames’ huge, tattooed arm around his waist pulled him back into a firm chest, lush lips kiss his neck. “Good morning, love.” Arthur grinned and settled back into Eames, letting out a content sigh. Charles was going to be very unhappy that there was still cum in his hair and on his stomach and on his face, but at least Arthur could blame all of that on Erik, seeing as how Eames had cleaned up Arthur. For now Arthur was happy to just drift in and out of sleep until Charles decided to wake up.
-Fin-
“He’s staring.” Charles whispered into his ear.
“I can see that.” Arthur deadpanned, meeting the man’s eyes from across the room. Hot Muscly Guy winked at him before turning to talk to Perfect Teeth Hot Guy, who was obviously undressing Charles six different ways from across this stupid college party.
“He’s older.” Charles whispered again, making Arthur look at him darkly.
“Yes, Charles, I can see that.”
He turned back to watch the two men staring at them.
“Not everyone needs to read minds to see the obvious.” He added, glancing to see Charles looking a little dejected. He and Charles had been brothers for nearly all their lives, they were practically twins at this point, so Arthur didn’t need to read minds to know what Charles was thinking. “Stop pouting, Perfect Teeth is staring at you.”
“Who?”
“Muscly Guy’s friend. He’s been eyefucking you for the past hour.” Arthur said making eye contact with Muscly again, this time giving him a small smile.
“No he hasn’t.” Charles was blushing. So he’d noticed Perfect Teeth as well.
“Yes he has, you’re just too oblivious.” Arthur didn’t need to look to know he was pouting or glaring or a terrible combination of both. Some twink, older, not underage twink began flirting with Perfect Teeth and Muscly Guy. This wouldn’t do. “Kiss me.”
“Wh-What?” Charles spluttered.
“Do you want to get laid tonight?” Arthur said, grabbing the front of Charles’ shirt.
“Sure.” Translation: Yes.
“Well this is how.” Arthur said before crushing his lips over Charles’. It wasn’t the first time they’d kissed. They were still hormonally ridden teenagers, just because their parents had gotten married when they were four didn’t mean they weren’t gonna screw around. Which meant that it didn’t take long for Charles to relax into the impromptu kiss, opening his mouth to let Arthur’s tongue slid in beside his.
It was wet and filthy and when Arthur opened his eyes to look over at Muscly and Teeth it was working. He put a hand on the back of Charles’ head, grasping at his hair to tilt his head back. Charles responded by moaning into his mouth and grabbing his hips, thrusting them together and beginning to rub against him. Arthur moaned his appreciation and let Charles rut against him, which sent him against the wall. Just as Arthur began whimpering into Charles’ mouth they were interrupted with an amused “Room for two more?”
They both looked to see Muscly and Teeth standing on either side of them, leaning a shoulder against the wall with lust veiled looks in their eyes. Before Charles could say something stupid Arthur breathed out a “Fuck yes.” Before Arthur could do anything else Charles said something surprisingly unstupid. “Bedroom.” If Arthur didn’t have other plans for his night he’d have dropped to his knees and blown Charles out of sheer gratitude.
The door had barely opened before Arthur found himself lifted up and slammed against a wall by a pair of huge arms. Charles was being backed onto the bed, Teeth crawling on top of him and pinning his smaller frame down with his larger one. “Name?” Muscly asked and holy shit, how had Arthur missed those lips? When it took Arthur too long to respond and the arms holding him up tightened their hold he remembered he’d been too busy getting hot and bothered by the man’s massive muscle mass to look at his lips. He regretted that now because those lips were…perfect. “Arthur.” he managed to say without sounding too breathless. “Eames.” Muscly said before attacking Arthur’s lips with his lush ones. Those lips were soft and a little chapped but so perfect. And Eames knew exactly how to get Arthur to open up to him using those lips. He heard Charles moan in the background, opened his eyes and saw him writhing beneath Teeth. The sight of his brother coming undone under the man made Arthur moan into Eames’ mouth.
Arthur got so caught up in a wanton haze that wasn’t sure how he’d lost his clothes, when he’d been moved to the bed or when he and Charles had joined hands. They laid half on the bed, half off, held up by the men between their legs, hands grasped together over their heads as Eames and Teeth -whose real name was Erik- slowly worked lubed fingers into their holes. And when the hell had that begun?! Arthur couldn’t remember ever being so lost in pleasure before as Eames’ thick fingers rubbed against his prostate making him cry out, Charles echoing him moments later. Charles was swearing, a litany of shit and fuck, over and over again as he opened up. Arthur, on the other hand, couldn’t think of words much less speak them. he could lay there and moan and gasp at the feel of Eames stretching him open. Charles gasped “More. Now. Just…” and he pulled his hand away from Arthur’s to press it to his temple. Arthur whimpered when Eames removed his fingers and he saw him beginning to rip open a condom wrapper when Charles protested “No, you’re both clean. We’re clean. Just, do it already.” Arthur strained his neck to look at Erik who was giving Charles a shit eating grin, which he flashed to Eames as well. “You are amazing, you know that?” Arthur said breathlessly, moving unconsciously.
He positioned himself on his hand and knees, swaying his hips a little in invitation for Eames, face hovering over Charles’. He waited watched as Erik slowly pushed into Charles, awestruck at the sight. He glance down to Charles, watched his face contort in pleasure and let out a moan as Eames slowly pushed into him. It wasn’t sure what which to focus on, watching the slow roll of Erik’s hips into his step-brother or feeling Eames’ thick cock filling him up.
Erik and Eames were thrusting steadily now, timed perfectly with each other while Charles and Arthur moaned into the other’s air. Charles put his hands on either side of Arthur’s face and pulled him down and kissed him. Both men groaned at that, hips speeding up as Arthur and Charles tongue fucked the other’s mouth, sharing moans.
The pace of Eames’ hips became brutal, he was holding onto Arthur’s hips to bring him back into every thrust. He pulled away from Charles’ mouth and watched Erik do the same with Charles. Watched Erik slam into Charles’ hole as Eames did the same to him, making he and Charles come undone. Between Eames pounding into him, hitting his prostate on every other thrust, and watching Charles push his hips into each thrust into his own body Arthur was going crazy. He came, untouched, splurting cum into Charles’ hair and on his face. Seconds later Charles’ let out a broken gasp that had Arthur clenching around Eames, who had lost his rhythm, and came all over his stomach. Erik and Eames came seconds apart, spilling into the brothers with groans before collapsing on top of them.
Arthur woke up in his parent’s bed feeling very warm but very very squished. He opened his eyes to see Charles sleeping peacefully in front of him. Their hands twined together. Behind Charles, with and arm wrapped around his waist was Erik, also asleep. The arm around Arthur tightened…wait. Arm? Eames’ huge, tattooed arm around his waist pulled him back into a firm chest, lush lips kiss his neck. “Good morning, love.” Arthur grinned and settled back into Eames, letting out a content sigh. Charles was going to be very unhappy that there was still cum in his hair and on his stomach and on his face, but at least Arthur could blame all of that on Erik, seeing as how Eames had cleaned up Arthur. For now Arthur was happy to just drift in and out of sleep until Charles decided to wake up.
-Fin-