Title: I Can’t Do Anything Else (Part 1 of ??)
Authors:
perfectlylexy and
dreamtocreatePairing: Hayden/Tove and Hayden/Ewan
Rating: NC-17 from start to finish - lots of it too! But, there is a story to it, I promise!
Summary: Hayden is a very determined individual and usually gets what he wants. What happens when he wants two people?
Warning/Author’s Notes:. Okay, first of all, there’s incest…_lots_ of incest. Uhm, Hello? I hope I wouldn’t have to warn that here. Second, this is a fic that
dreamtocreate wrote a while ago. It’s all
fuggybear’s fault that I’m posting at all! So, please be nice, I’m not sure how good it really is. It is a series, but I don’t know how long it will be.
"'Den!" Tove yelped in surprise. He stared up at his brother, who'd managed to edge into the room and up to his bed without Tove noticing. Probably, he thought with a grimace in the darkness, because he'd been too busy jacking off. Please don't let Hayden have seen. Not that he wasn't quite sure Hayden knew exactly what to do with what was between his legs but... It was just *really* embarrassing to think of your sixteen-year-old brother having seen you getting off. "What're you... What’re you doing in here?"
"I was on my way to the bathroom and I heard you in here," he whispered, crawling into the bed next to his brother as they so often had done over the years simply to talk or to listen to music or watch TV.
"Damn," Tove muttered. He glanced down at his little brother, lips twitching slightly even in the midst of his mortification. "Aren't you getting a little old for this?" he teased.
"Aren't you getting a bit old to be jacking off in your parents house instead of fucking some girl in your own apartment?" Hayden quipped, trying to play off his own arousal. He'd stood outside of Tove's room for a few minutes, rubbing himself as he'd listened to his brother inside. God, it had been so incredible arousing, his cock was still
standing at attention!
Tove laughed in surprise. "You're a little smart ass," he commented, slipping his hands down to tickle him. He wasn't unaware of Hayden's...problem. Fuck, he sort of wished he was! But at the same time, a perverse part of him wondered... Is it because of me?
"Where the hell do you think I learned it from?" He squeaked as he tried to fend off his old, and taller, brother's hands. Could he help it that when he did, his own hand brushed against Tove's...problem?
"Not from me," Tove tried to retort, but the words got lost somewhere on the way to his mouth. Instead all that came out was a strangled, "Hayden."
God, he'd been watching too many of the pornos he'd picked up from the local video store. The ones where two, and sometimes more, men were fucking one another. It was the only thing that turned Hayden on, that got him up and allowed him to get off! He'd gotten the others...the ones with men on women and women on women...only to lay there, limp with dissatisfaction.
So, to Hayden, it only seemed natural to roll on top of his brother, moving to pin Tove's hands above his head so he couldn't push him off. Not that the man couldn't, considering he had height and weight on him, but he knew Tove wouldn't. Without realizing it, or at least seeming to realize it, he ground his hips against Tove's where he sat over his brother.
"What?" he managed to ask, whisper really.
A long groan was drawn from the elder Christensen as his hips pumped in reaction to Hayden. "'Den," he gasped, "what're you doing...?"
God, he'd had thoughts of his brother. Not that he should have! But, damn, there were times when he'd lay in bed at night, knowing Tove was just a room away.
"I'm just foolin' around. No harm in that, right?" God, their mouths were so close. If he just moved a fraction of an inch...
Tove opened his mouth to object -- a token objection, really -- only to find Hayden's tongue making a thorough sweep of it. God, they couldn’t do this. They so fucking couldn't- Where in the hell had Hayden learned *that*? "And here I thought you were all cute and innocent," he gasped when his little brother pulled back.
"I _am_ cute and innocent. That's the problem," he answered. "Don't tell me you've never wanted it..." Please, don't tell me you haven't, Hayden thought. If his brother turned him away now, he'd be mortified! Then again, did Tove even _like_ guys? He'd seen him with a girl before...once, back when he was ten and hiding so he could watch his brother in the living room while their parents were out.
"That definitely is the problem," he agreed breathlessly. "Fuck, Hayden...We shouldn't... I shouldn't..." But God, he fucking wanted him. There was no denying it.
"Have you ever?" Hayden breathed. "I mean with a guy?" Even as he asked, he moved his hips against his brother's and licked his way down his neck teasingly.
"No," he panted. "But you haven't either." Please tell me he hasn't!
Pulling back slightly, Hayden furrowed his brow. "How do you know I haven't?" Dammit, he hated appearing like he didn't know what he was doing!
"I've secretly been spying on you," Tove quipped. "Now, if we're going to do this, shut up and kiss me." Some way to put up an argument, Tove.
How could Hayden argue with that. God, he knew it was wrong! He'd known it ever since he'd started fantasizing about his brother. But that hadn't stopped the visions from popping into his head when he'd jack off. And that didn't stop him now when he closed that brief distance and claimed Tove's lips with his own, teasingly darting his tongue out to touch his brother's lips.
Tove opened his mouth once more, this time exploring Hayden's mouth in return. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, cocks rubbing against each other in the most erotic sensation Tove thought he'd ever fucking experienced. "'Den..." he mumbled softly. In any private fantasies he'd ever had about his little brother, he'd always figured he'd be on top. He really should fix that, he mused vaguely.
Hayden felt his brother roll him over and let him. He'd gotten what he wanted, he'd gotten Tove to go with it. Now all he had to do was make sure there was follow through. His hands slid over Tove's body, one hand slipping in between them to grip Tove's cock, squeezing and pulling at it teasingly.
"Fuck," Tove hissed, arching into the hand on him. "Thought you said you'd never done this before!"
"I've seen lots of movies," he managed, throwing his head back as Tove nibbled at his neck. "And I know what *I* like..."
"What sorts of movies?" the older of the pair inquired, his own hand slipping down to stroke along Hayden's cock. "Tell me what they did in them."
Hayden's eyes gleamed at that, Tove was getting into this. "One boy would suck another one...or give him a hand job...or fuck him up the ass...or one would suck one off while he was fucked up the ass...or three or four...oh god, Tove!" he moaned softly, arching into his brother's hand as his brother reached down and teased his balls.
"Fuck..." he repeated. That was *so* hot he could hardly stand it. "What do you want me to do to you?" he breathed against his brother's neck as he kissed and licked it.
"I want..." He moaned softly. "I want you to fuck me, Tove...in my ass...make me come for you...only for you..."
"Oh, God... 'Den...baby..." His mouth blazed a hot trail lower until he reached Hayden's chest. The hand that wasn't busy teasing his little brother reached, fumbling blindly until he found the familiar shape of the lubricant bottle. Slicking up his fingers, he slowly and gently probed Hayden's ass. He knew how this worked...in theory, anyway.
"Tove," he moaned, tangling his fingers in his brother's hair. He arched his body into the hand that was in his ass, pressing against the fingers even as he arched his head back, the pleasure right then feeling wonderful.
He did his best to prepare him before he finally tried penetration. "Tell me when to stop...I don't want to hurt you," he breathed softly, pressing a little ways into the tight passage with the head of his cock.
Only then did it hurt. Hayden gasped, burying his face in his brother's shoulder. When he tried to pull out, however, he gripped Tove's ass, holding him in place. "Wait," he managed, forcing his body to relax. Only then, did the sensation of being filled begin to take on another sensation...one that wasn't altogether unpleasant.
Slowly, inch by excruciating inch, Tove entered Hayden. His eyes squeezed tightly shut as he pushed the final few centimeters inside him and stayed still, that simple act taking every ounce of willpower he possessed. "God!" he was all he could manage.
"Fuck me, Tove..." Hayden managed, turning his head and claiming his brother's lips in a deep, demanding kiss, his tongue darting out to tease and demand entrance into his brother's mouth.
Tove obliged -- in all of it. He fucked his brother into the bed beneath them, wreckless in his passion. Not that Hayden seemed to mind.
It hurt, a little. But over it all was an overwhelming sense of pleasure. He knew they had to stay quiet, but damn, it was so hard. Their tongues clashed and danced even as their sweat slicked bodies slid against one another. Hayden gasped as Tove pounded into him over and over again until he finally tensed, his toes curling even as he bit down
into his brother's shoulder to keep from screaming out and came hard.
"Oh God, Hayden!" The cry was strangled to almost nothing by shear force of will as Tove came, face buried in between Hayden's neck and shoulder as he spent himself inside the younger Christensen.
The younger boy lay there, tangled up in his brother and quite happy about that fact. Despite the fact that what they'd done could be considered wrong, he refused to feel guilty for it. He sighed against Tove's skin, darting his tongue out to lick lightly along his brother's neck. "That was...fantastic," he whispered.
Tove had enough guilt for the pair of them as he came down from the high, but he kept that to himself. "Yeah," he said honestly, "it was. It *really* was..."
"Hold me," Hayden said softly. All he wanted was to be held...to feel secure.
And Tove did, hands stroking over his brother's back and hair soothingly, lips occasionally meeting Hayden's now and then. It might be wrong...but it felt *so* right.
~*~*~*~
"Where have you been?" Hayden demanded, pouncing on his brother as soon as he entered the house. There was worry in his tone, and concern lit his eyes.
"Out," he said with a shrug, trying to disentangle himself from Hayden. In truth, he'd needed desperately to think after last night's events. So he'd gotten up before anyone else and gone driving -- for almost three hours. "'Den, get off!"
"I was worried about you," he retorted, stepping back with a hurt look in his eyes.
Tove winced inwardly; that look undid him every time. "I'm sorry, Hayden," he apologized, reaching up to touch his brother's face lightly. "I'm perfectly fine, though." Which wasn't exactly true, but Hayden didn't need to know that.
"I thought since it was Saturday we could go to Wonderland or something," he suggested, smiling once more. His brother had apologized, and that was enough for him.
Tove considered saying no. He really should. But he knew he'd get this...look...from his little brother that would make him feel like shit if he did. "Sure."
"You're not going to get out of the flying ride this time," he retorted, a perpetual ball of energy. They'd always been close, but it was as if the night before had energized Hayden and had him wanting a bit more.
"'Den, I hate flying," he groaned, even as he lead the way back out of the house and to his car. For a sixteen-year-old, he mused, Hayden seemed much younger sometimes. Though he sure as hell hadn't last night.
"I know," he answered cheerfully. "It's why you're going to do it!"
"I find your logic to be very faulty," he commented as they pulled out of the driveway.
"You have to take chances in life, Tove. Otherwise we never get what we want...and can never be happy," Hayden retorted, his tone becoming more serious as he looked over at his brother's profile as he drove the car.
Tove glanced sideways at his little brother, mouth slightly agape. "When did you become such a philosopher?" But he was right, Tove thought. Last night was proof of that.
He shrugged. "It's just something I've been thinking about for a while now. I'm not going to let things go from now on."
"Like what?"
"My acting for one," he answered, turning his gaze back out the side window and watching the scenery go by. "You for another..."
"Hayden..." Tove was at a loss. "What happened last night..." he started again, then paused.
Hayden looked at his brother once more. "What? You can't tell me you didn't want it. That you don't want me and don't want to do it again."
"Fuck. No, I can't! But we shouldn't!"
"Why not? If no one finds out, why can't we? How can it be wrong when it felt like it did last night?" he demanded, his piercing blue gaze searching his brother's profile as he drove.
"Because you should...should have other experiences, Hayden!" He was putting up a very weak argument under that gaze.
"Not if I don't want any," he retorted. "And not if you don't either...at least...not right now."
Tove sighed. "We'll talk about this later. We're here now."
"Fine..." he retorted, hiding a pout.
Tove sighed, getting out of the car and shutting the door. He waited for Hayden to come around the back and then they began to walk in silence.
~*~*~*~
Tove stepped out of the shower with nothing but a towel wrapped around him. It had been fun today with Hayden, if a bit tense between them. He stepped into his room and shut the door, only then glancing at his bed...and freezing. "Hayden."
"Hey," he greeted, propping himself up on one elbow as he looked up at his brother. He wore nothing himself and his body was already responding to his own private fantasies about what his brother was doing in the shower.
"'Den," he sighed, trying not to look and failing miserably, "What are you doing in my bed?"
"Shhhh, Mom and Dad'll hear," he replied in a whisper before he sent his brother that irrepressible, innocent grin. "And I would hope that what I'm doing here would be obvious..."
Tove's gaze was drawn to his little brother's obvious erection. A fact that made his own groin tighten. "You're hopeless," he hissed, but he moved closer to the bed, letting the towel drop from around his hips. Fuck, he wanted him.
The younger Christensen pushed himself up so he was sitting on his brother's bed. Then he dropped to his knees in front of Tove and stared at the erection that was now in his face. His lips were so close, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would taste like. Tentatively, he darted out his tongue and ran it around and over the tip.
"Hayden..." Tove had meant it as a protest, but it came out more as a needy moan.
At that soft moan, Hayden slipped the tip of his lover's cock into his mouth, sucking on it first easily, but then at the gasp his brother emitted, harder. Only then did he realize that his brother tasted salty with a twinge of spice. It wasn't an altogether bad flavor. With more confidence, he slid his mouth further over the cock in his mouth slowly before moving back again.
Tove's fingers buried themselves in Hayden's hair as his brother sucked him. God, but it felt good!
He couldn't help but wonder if he could suck his brother off as they did in the videos he watched. Could he move his mouth just so and what would it feel like. Hayden rolled his eyes up to his brother's face even as he moved his mouth on him. Reaching up, he used his fingers to tease at Tove's balls and even further back, slipping in to tease around the entrance there.
"Fuck, 'Den... That's..." Words failed the elder Christensen as his hips pushed forward, body tensing. He was almost...there!
He continued to move his head, sucking and flicking the cock with his tongue. Pushing a finger into his brother's ass, he just simply kept it barely inside of it before he wiggled it and enjoyed the gasp he heard from his brother. Just a bit longer, he thought, as he brought his other hand up to squeeze lightly at Tove's balls.
"Hayden, I'm gonna..." he couldn't finish the warning as he came with a strangled cry, spurting into his little brother's mouth.
The younger Christensen took all his brother's gave, continuing to move on his cock even as he sucked and swallowed. Then he pushed himself up to press himself against his much taller brother, claiming his mouth in a deep, demanding kiss, teasing his lips with his tongue.
Tove could still taste himself on Hayden's lips, and it was almost enough to make him hard again. "'Den," he murmured when they pulled apart for breath.
"Yeah?" he breathed, breathing heavily against his brother's mouth.
"What do you want me to do to you tonight?"
"The same thing I did to you?" he asked softly, pulling Tove back onto the bed. "And then I want you to just hold me?"
Tove Christensen was far passed arguing now. "You got it," he murmured softly, kissing his way slowly down Hayden's chest and stomach until he took his little brother’s cock into his mouth and began to suck lightly.
He felt his breath catch in his throat even as he threw his head back. Now it was his fingers that tangled in his brother's hair, urging him to go faster. He kept his moans soft so that no one else could hear it and very quickly the sensations began building within him.
Tove sucked harder and faster, his index finger teasing at Hayden's hole as he did so. When Hayden came, he did not pull back from the salty fluid filling his mouth -- Hayden would *not* show him up.
The young Christensen barely kept his knees from buckling under him as he came hard. He bit at his lower lip, even tasting blood, as the sensations crashed over him. Then he felt Tove come up and kiss him and they climbed into his older brother's bed so they could just lay together.
"What are we going to do about this, Hayden?" Tove finally asked.
"Just enjoy it, Tove. Don't think...just feel," he answered, burying
his face in his brother's shoulder.
Sighing, Tove gave in. "Alright, 'Den... Alright."
~*~*~*~
"We're not going to do this again," Tove told Hayden firmly. He was standing a very *safe* distance from where his little brother lay sprawled across his bed, having ambushed him once again just out of the shower.
"Why not?" Hayden all but whined, pushing himself up off the bed. "I know you want to!"
"What I want doesn't matter. This has to stop, Hayden! It's...it's not right!" Tove began to pace.
"Why not? Tove, I want you...you want me. And I love you!" Hayden argued, his eyes pleading with his brother. "Why is that so wrong? You can't tell me that when we're together it doesn't feel right!"
"God, Hayden..." he groaned, frustrated. He tried not to think about the 'I love you' too much. "We just...can't! We're brothers, not fucking lovers! Not *meant* to be lovers, anyway!"
Hayden shook his head, standing now as he argued passionately, "Those rules were created by an antiquated society that was trying to limit inbreeding. It isn't as if you and I can possibly have children together!"
Tove Christensen felt like banging his head against the wall. "That isn't the point, Hayden!" He wasn't quite sure what was, but he'd think of something... This *could not* continue!
He stepped over to his brother and pressed against him. His arms came up and around Tove's neck as he leaned up to nip at his brother's neck. "Don't turn me away, Tove. Please..."
"Not again, 'Den," he sighed, gently pushing away. He fought the temptation just to give in, tried to put up a better argument than he had before.
"Please, Tove," Hayden all but begged, letting his hands drift down to pull off the towel so he could press his naked body along the long, lean lines of his brother's. "Don't turn me away..."
Tove took a shaking breath. "Hayden," he said weakly. "We...we can't."
The young boy shook his head in denial. "Yes, we can, Tove! No one is here to see us or stop us...it's just the two of us..." Pulling back slightly he claimed Tove's mouth in a deep, demanding kiss, not allowing his brother to pull back.
And with the kiss, Tove lost all thought of argument.
Even as he kissed his brother, Hayden pulled his brother back toward the bed and then down next to him. His hands trailed over his brother's body, teasing and pulling. He reveled in the sound Tove made when his hand found his cock and teased.
"'Den... Oh God..." Tove's eyes were closed as he pumped his hips into Hayden's hand on him. There was no stopping this... He shouldn't have even tried. Because he knew he wanted it as much as Hayden, no matter how much he tried not to.
Hayden rolled so that he now straddled his brother. He allowed their cocks to brush against one another even as they continued to kiss and tease. "Tell me what you want," he breathed softly.
Tove whimpered, submitting to his little brother easily. "I want you to fuck me, 'Den. Please..."
"Then turn over," he whispered, licking up his brother's neck before biting down on the sensitive skin behind his ear.
Gasping softly, he rolled, aware of Hayden pressing against him.
Hayden reached over and dug out the lubricant Tove kept in his top drawer. He held it in his hand for several minutes as he licked up his brother's back lightly. All the way up to his brother's shoulder where he bit down. Then he licked his way back down toward Tove's ass.
A soft, persistent whine came from the elder Christensen as his brother's tongue teased him. The sensation along his spine was delicious, his back arching as Hayden bit just at the base.
He slipped his fingers into his brother's ass and spread the cheeks as wide as he could. Then he laved the hole there with his tongue, teasing and probing. If Tove was going to try to push him away, then he was going to do everything he could, that he knew of, to make Tove realize just exactly what he'd be missing if he turned him away.
"God...Hayden!" He muffled his cry in the pillow, back arching again under the pain and pleasure Hayden inspired in him. It was...perfect. No matter how fucking wrong it was supposed to be, it was *so* right.
Once more, Hayden teased and licked and nipped his way up his brother's back. Then he slicked himself with the lubricant and pierced Tove in one quick movement. He was angry that his brother had tried to stop this...tried to stop him from what he wanted, and he was going to make sure he knew it.
"'Den!" The nickname came out in a pained grunt, and he could taste blood from where he'd bitten his lip. But then Hayden was moving, fucking him, and the pain was slowly being washed away in the waves of sensation that feeling caused.
The sensations started building in him as well. Hayden bit into his brother's shoulder to keep from crying out. He kept moving, slamming over and over into his brother. It didn't take long for the sensations to build to a crescendo inside of him, almost too much to deal with.
"Oh...my...God!" Tove's scream was choked off into the pillow once more as he came underneath Hayden, covering the bed sheets in his own cum. And then he felt Hayden shudder and he knew that he’d found his release as well.
"Oh, Tove...I love you!" Hayden managed shuddering inside of his lover and brother. He collapsed against Tove's back as he suddenly tried to come back to himself, relearning how to breath.
"Fuck, 'Den..." He gasped softly. "I love you too, 'Den..."
Pulling out of his brother, he collapsed next to his brother on the bed. He curled in against Tove's side, happy now at hearing his brother's words. "Hold me," he whispered softly.
"I can't do anything else," Tove said softly, knowing the words to be true. There was no turning Hayden away. Now…or ever.