Didn't Mean to Love You

Chapter 5

 

It's really early when Dick, wakes up, way too early. Then all the breath leaves his body, his aching erection is still in his little brother's ass. God it feels so good, but it's too torturous to keep still, he has to move. He shifts back, pulling out before slamming back into Beaver hard. Beaver lets out a gasp and then a breathy, “Dick!” As far as Dick's concerned that's his cue to start pounding his brother.

 

Dick knows he could never tire of this feeling. Fucking Beaver is just so perfect and amazing that he's sure it can't be a sin. Nothing so wrong would ever feel this good, this right. With all the warm heat gripping his cock tight, he knows he won't last long and from the sounds of it neither will Beaver.

 

“Harder,” Beaver urges. “Faster.” Dick can't help but comply, speeding up his thrusts, delighting in the sounds his brother is making that spurn him on.

 

A few minutes later Dick is coming long and hard as Beaver reaches his climax at the same time. They lie still for a while, still pressed against each other waiting for their vision to come back.

 

All of a sudden everything seems too awkward. This time there's no excuses, Beaver can't possibly still be high and Dick's no longer drunk, not that he had had very much to drink the night before, but now they're totally out of things to blame this fucked up situation on.

 

Dick pulls out slowly and Beaver whimpers a little. Dick wraps his arms around his little brother again, in a kind of possessive way. He's determined not to let Beaver blame himself for what happened, it was all Dick's fault. He was the mostly sober one after all and he's the older brother, this will always be his fault.

 

Dick's totally unprepared for it when Beaver speaks. “That was awesome.”

 

Dick's surprised, shouldn't Beaver be freaking out at him for taking advantage and making their relationship all fucked up. But he just says, “Really?” all casual-like, like he's not all that surprised.

 

“Yeah, too awesome not to do again.”

 

Dick's brain kind of shuts down at that point, unable to process that statement. It's unthinkable. He took advantage of his drugged baby brother and now said brother wants to make them getting it on some sort of regular thing? His dick is absolutely on board for this plan, but as a big brother shouldn't he be trying to put a stop to this. It's not normal and as good as it feels it can't be right.

 

“But you were drunk. I took advantage of you. It's wrong.”

 

“Come on, Dick. I may not have been sober, but I wanted it. I could have stopped you, if I didn't.”

 

“Yeah, I guess. But what about the fact that we're brothers. There's laws, conventions and shit.”

 

“Haven't you always told me the Casblancas are above the law. Besides who cares about what other people would think. Nobody else has to know.”

 

Dick's not sure what to say to that. He wants to say yes they should totally become secret fuck buddies, but he's still sure that he should be saying no to protect his brother or something.

 

Beaver silences all this thoughts with a kiss. One kiss is all it takes to shatter Dick's resolve. He's rutting against his brother and kissing him back aggressively. He breaks the kiss to suck on his brother's neck. He wants to stake his claim, mark his brother, make sure that Beaver knows who he belongs to. There's no way he's going to share Beaver, Beaver is his.

 

After a while it occurs to Dick that it's not so early now. They could get caught at any moment. It may be right to them, but there's no way in hell anyone else is going to see it that way. They have to get out of here fast, get home where's it's private. A place with locked doors so they can pick up where they left off.

 

He pushes Beaver away. “Shit we gotta go bro. Don't want to get caught by the maids like this. Come on, get dressed.” Dick's groping around the bed in a desperate search for pants. He grins triumphantly when he finds them. “We can finish this at home,” he continues when he sees Beaver still laying their pouting. Beaver's eyes light up at that statement and he too is suddenly desperate for pants.

 

The brothers do manage to make it out of Shelly's house without getting caught. Luck is on their side for once.

 

They're going to have to be careful about this, Dick thinks. This is their secret, they can't let anyone else find out. But there's no way he's going keep denying himself. Not now that he's tasted the forbidden fruit, it's way too delicious for that.