Didn't Mean to Love You

Chapter 9

 

Despite all the crazy shit going on around the Casablancas brothers in Neptune, (finding Lily's real killer, Logan vs. the PCHers, etc.) Dick always looked back on the rest of the year and that summer as one of the best times of his life. Things had never been better between him and Beaver, especially because their father and Kendall were out of the house at least 98 percent of the time. There was a lot of “private time.” It was a wonder what three simple words could do for a relationship.

 

It wasn't until the end of the school year though, that Dick managed to convince Beaver to relax his stringent privacy laws enough so that they could fool around at school, albeit in a supply closet that for some unexplained reason locked from the inside, but still it was progress. Dick even on occasion was able to convince his nerdy brother to skip a class or two for an illicit tryst.

 

As far as Dick was concerned there was no better reason for missing Math class than pounding away at your little brother's ass in a locked janitorial closet. One of the reasons Dick found their relationship so thrilling was its forbidden nature, the fact that they were so closely related, this sense of taboo only became more heightened when they were going at it in a place where they might get caught.

 

Said closet was fortunately in the school basement which meant that they didn't have to go at it in total silence. It was a blessing that he didn't have to worry about carrying a gag around at all times, because Beaver was never able to keep quiet. Besides Dick loved making his little brother moan for him.

 

Beaver was currently partially clothed and covered in sweat, whitened knuckles gripping the shelf of cleaning supplies as he bent over fucking himself on his older brothers fingers with fervor. Dick was painfully hard and mesmerized by the sight of his fingers disappearing into Beaver's bare ass. Even after so many months banging like bunnies at every possible opportunity, Beaver was as tight as ever.

 

The pressure of his fly pressing down on his raging hard on became too much for Dick and he awkwardly worked at freeing himself one handed. It took a while before he managed it. Beaver whimpered when he withdrew his hand to relocate the lube. Dick also had a hard time slicking himself up and at the same time trying to touch himself as little as possible so as not to trigger a premature explosion.

 

Dick's hands were digging into the smaller boy's hips hard enough to bruise as he slowly slid in. Beaver was gripping the shelf even tighter letting out whispered curses every other breath. It took all of his willpower to allow Beaver some time to adjust. Every instinct in Dick's body was telling him to move, but he held out until Beaver gasped out a breathy, “More!” Dick wasted no time giving it to him. He fucked Beaver hard enough that the whole supply closet was shaking as if there was an earthquake.

 

“Oh god yes, that's right big brother, fuck me harder,” Beaver cried.

 

Dick had no choice but to comply, he loved when Beaver reminded him that they were brothers during sex. It never failed to get him harder. A few things were dangerously close to falling off the shelves now, luckily it was only a minute or so before they both came with each others names on their lips. Exhausted, they both slowly slipped to the floor still entwined. It was a while before they could move and speak coherently again, they were both late for their next class.

 

Things only seemed to get better once school was out and the brothers had oceans of free time and little to no supervision. Dick should have known that things between couldn't stay this great indefinitely, change was coming for them and it would not be good. After all some secrets fester just won't stay buried no matter what you do or how much you love your brother.