[ MMOM ] - 30 STM - My Exhibitionist Brother
Title : My Exhibitionist Brother
Fandom : Band RPF - 30 Seconds to Mars
Pairing : Jared Leto / Self ; Shannon Leto
Word Count : ~600 words
Rating : NC-17
Warnings : Slightly Incestual, Voyeurism
It’s late as all hell when Shannon finally gets back to the tour bus. He figures Jared’s probably already dead asleep, but he makes an extra effort to be especially quiet regardless because he knows his little brother is a light sleeper. More than that, there’s nothing that pisses Jared off faster than being woken up before it’s actually necessary to get out of bed and Shannon isn’t particularly interested in getting yelled at.
So he creeps as silently as possible into the bus, takes off his shoes before coming in so they don’t squeak, makes sure the door doesn’t slam behind him, that sort of thing. And he’s almost certain he’s made it when a ragged moan breaks the silence.
Shannon’s eyes widen to an impossible size and he freezes, his heart jumping to his throat and he doesn’t even dare to breathe. Another breathier moan just barely reaches Shannon’s ears and he knows right then that those are not typical Jared Leto sleeping sounds. He doesn’t need to glance down the cramped hall to where the cots are, separated from the rest of the bus by a flimsy sheet hanging from the ceiling to confirm. There’s no reason to spy on Jared, none at all.
But Shannon is nothing if not curious and it only takes one step to find that perfect line of sight directly to Jared’s bed. Blood rushes to Shannon’s cheeks and to another place lower down, but he tries to ignore that part because he’s too busy staring open-mouthed at his little brother writhing in pleasure.
His heels dig into the mattress and his back arches, lifted almost entirely off the bed. One of his hands is nestled between his thighs and Shannon can’t tell if he’s playing with his balls or fingering himself, but neither would surprise him at this point because his little brother masturbates like a fucking porn star- and he’s watching him do it.
Jared’s other hand is fisted around his cock, gliding up and down in slow, leisurely strokes, except when his pace stutters a little and he gasps, mewling like a small cat and Shannon can feel his face turning hot as he tries to look away, but it’s like staring at a train wreck and he just can’t.
So he just stands there and stares until his eyes burn and his mouth goes dry and Jared turns into a mess of long limbs and choked whines when he finally comes and it’s too dark for him to actually see the white splatter on Jared’s chest, but he stays long enough to watch him lick it off his fingers.
Shannon leaves the bus as quietly as he entered, a task made difficult by the problem he’s trying to ignore below his belt and he tries to justify his desire- not for Jared his brother, but for Jared the entertainer. For the Jared that could probably inspire an orgy out of one of his concerts if he ever felt so inclined. The Jared who sells out shows like most people change underwear, god knows they’ve toured often enough to manage it.
The cold bites at his bare feet as he stands there outside the bus since his dumb ass left his shoes inside, something he hopes Jared won’t notice, and waits for nothing in particular because there’s not much else to do.
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[ MMOM Archive ]
Fandom : Band RPF - 30 Seconds to Mars
Pairing : Jared Leto / Self ; Shannon Leto
Word Count : ~600 words
Rating : NC-17
Warnings : Slightly Incestual, Voyeurism
It’s late as all hell when Shannon finally gets back to the tour bus. He figures Jared’s probably already dead asleep, but he makes an extra effort to be especially quiet regardless because he knows his little brother is a light sleeper. More than that, there’s nothing that pisses Jared off faster than being woken up before it’s actually necessary to get out of bed and Shannon isn’t particularly interested in getting yelled at.
So he creeps as silently as possible into the bus, takes off his shoes before coming in so they don’t squeak, makes sure the door doesn’t slam behind him, that sort of thing. And he’s almost certain he’s made it when a ragged moan breaks the silence.
Shannon’s eyes widen to an impossible size and he freezes, his heart jumping to his throat and he doesn’t even dare to breathe. Another breathier moan just barely reaches Shannon’s ears and he knows right then that those are not typical Jared Leto sleeping sounds. He doesn’t need to glance down the cramped hall to where the cots are, separated from the rest of the bus by a flimsy sheet hanging from the ceiling to confirm. There’s no reason to spy on Jared, none at all.
But Shannon is nothing if not curious and it only takes one step to find that perfect line of sight directly to Jared’s bed. Blood rushes to Shannon’s cheeks and to another place lower down, but he tries to ignore that part because he’s too busy staring open-mouthed at his little brother writhing in pleasure.
His heels dig into the mattress and his back arches, lifted almost entirely off the bed. One of his hands is nestled between his thighs and Shannon can’t tell if he’s playing with his balls or fingering himself, but neither would surprise him at this point because his little brother masturbates like a fucking porn star- and he’s watching him do it.
Jared’s other hand is fisted around his cock, gliding up and down in slow, leisurely strokes, except when his pace stutters a little and he gasps, mewling like a small cat and Shannon can feel his face turning hot as he tries to look away, but it’s like staring at a train wreck and he just can’t.
So he just stands there and stares until his eyes burn and his mouth goes dry and Jared turns into a mess of long limbs and choked whines when he finally comes and it’s too dark for him to actually see the white splatter on Jared’s chest, but he stays long enough to watch him lick it off his fingers.
Shannon leaves the bus as quietly as he entered, a task made difficult by the problem he’s trying to ignore below his belt and he tries to justify his desire- not for Jared his brother, but for Jared the entertainer. For the Jared that could probably inspire an orgy out of one of his concerts if he ever felt so inclined. The Jared who sells out shows like most people change underwear, god knows they’ve toured often enough to manage it.
The cold bites at his bare feet as he stands there outside the bus since his dumb ass left his shoes inside, something he hopes Jared won’t notice, and waits for nothing in particular because there’s not much else to do.
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