Hot Like Me

Part XII: "Do It For Me"

Trey won the race to the bed. He was, after all, bigger, stronger, and faster than his younger brother. His advantage wasn't dictated by his size, strength, or quickness, however, but by virtue of the fact that there was no fucking way he was going to let Harley brand him as a 'dirty, rotten faggot' if he didn't get there first.

No fucking way.

So, Trey had played dirty, lying his greater bulk on top of Harley halfway up the twisted staircase, unsnapping his leather pants , pulling down the zipper, and yanking the garment just down to the boy's knees, effectively trapping him with his own trousers.

Trey sat on the bed cross-legged, his hands folded in his lap with an angelic expression on his face. Harley stumbled awkwardly through the doorway seconds later, his pants now down around his ankles, looking most undignified.

"Problem?" Trey inquired, trying hard to stifle a giggle and not entirely succeeding.

"Cheater," Harley hissed, pulling his leather pants back up to his waist.

Trey fell over sideways, laughing giddily like the drunk he currently was. "Why you pulling them back up?" he asked, giggling. "You're just gonna have to take 'em off again!"

Harley shot his brother a mock stern look, zipping up his pants and closing the snap decisively. "That may be so," he said with a haughty toss of his long, golden curls, "but now you're gonna have to work for it."

"Oh, like I've ever had to work to get you out of your drawers." Trey spontaneously curled up into a fetal position, he was laughing so hard.

"I don't find this the least bit amusing," Harley retorted, fighting mightily to maintain his prissy attitude and to keep from bursting out into giggles.

Trey righted himself and sat up, grinned, and threw down the gauntlet. "If you want me to fuck you, baby, lose the leather."

Harley put his hands on his hips and tilted his head, appearing as if he were deep in thought regarding his options. He shrugged, smiled, and dropped his pants.

Trey wasn't finished. "Now, the shirt," he said, his voice low-pitched and somewhat commanding. "I want you completely naked before you get into bed with me."

Harley shivered. As much as he hated to admit it, he kind of liked it when Trey talked to him like that, all forceful, his voice velvety deep and utterly sinful. Complying, he pulled the backwards, inside out shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. He kicked off his motorcycle boots and black socks, then pushed the legs of the leather pants off of his ankles with his feet. Naked, he took a step toward the bed, only to be halted in his tracks by his brother's voice.

"Don't move," Trey said softly, leaning back to rest his head on a pillow, legs stretching out, his hands folded calmly on his stomach. "I want to look at you first. Don't move."

Harley didn't flinch, didn't move a muscle. He just stood there, letting his brother's gaze wash over him.

Long minutes passed. Harley felt more naked, more exposed than he'd ever felt in his life, but there was something about his predicament that he couldn't define, something that made him feel loved, and so very much appreciated. Maybe it was the look in Trey's eyes as he watched him standing there. Maybe it was how he felt just because it was Trey was looking at him like that.

"You are so beautiful," Trey said, finally breaking the eerie silence of their bedroom. "So incredibly, exquisitely beautiful."

Harley felt suddenly embarrassed. He shifted his feet and began to turn away.

"No!" Trey hissed through clenched teeth.

Harley halted, turned sideways to his brother now, and stopped dead at Trey's emphatic directive. He turned his head to look at Trey, still reclined on their bed.

"You honestly have no idea, do you?" Trey asked seriously, raising himself up on one elbow to consider his younger brother. The older brother swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "You really don't have any fucking idea how amazingly beautiful you are, how... how pretty you are."

Harley folded his arms across his chest, wrapping himself up tightly in an effort to hide himself. He shook his head defiantly.

Trey reached over and pulled down the bedspread, blanket, and sheet beneath him. He shucked off his dress shirt, pulled off his designer slacks, kicked off his shoes and socks, then skinned down the boxer briefs that remained. Naked as well now, he patted the mattress beside him invitingly.

Harley didn't hesitate. He crawled onto the bed, scooting himself up to lay beside his brother. Trey shifted, moving beneath the covers and pulling them over his brother's body as well. They lay side by side, looking at each other but not touching at all for what seemed like forever.

Finally, Trey put his hand on his younger brother's face, so soft, smooth, and warm. "I want you to do something for me," Trey said quietly, pressing his face gently against his brother's.

Harley sighed, feeling enough pleasure just from his brother's closeness to satisfy any need he'd thought he had.

Trey pressed his warm lips against Harley's ear, breathing heavily. "I want you to touch yourself," he whispered. "God, you have no idea how much it turned me on when I realized that's what you were doing in the back of the Jeep."

Harley stretched, his body flexing involuntarily in response to Trey's words.

"It made me so hard," Trey continued whispering, "so fucking hard, Harley, when I thought about you back there, just a few feet behind me, your hand around your beautiful dick, stroking it, making it get hard, and hoping that you were thinking about me while you were doing it."

Harley nodded, his hand reaching out to grasp Trey's. Their fingers laced together, and Trey gently moved his brother's hand downward between them, guiding it to rest on the boy's already stiff erection.

His own fingers wrapping around his cock caused Harley to moan, not so much from the actual physical sensation of it but because of the sultry words intoned into his ear that had prompted the action in the first place. Trey pulled the covers down off of his brother and himself; he wanted to watch this, to see everything, and he wanted his little brother to know that he was naked beside him, for him to see the physical reaction it caused him just in the viewing.

Harley rolled onto his back, his cock fisted in his hand, swept away by a powerful intoxicant not from a bottle, but from his brother's lips. He slid his hand up and down the length of his cock, reveling in the feeling of the soft, pliable skin moving freely over top of the hard shaft beneath it, noticing how amazing that felt, truly cognizant of the intricate sensation for the first time. Stroking slowly, he established a lazy but regular rhythm, stopping his hand at the top of the shaft occasionally to run his thumb over the soft, spongy head.

Trey snuggled up against his brother, running a hand around his neck to grapple at those pretty curls, whispering in his ear again. "My God... you're so pretty," he said, near tears at the primal beauty of watching his brother pleasure himself. "Tell me what you're thinking..."

Harley gasped, his breath coming in staccato, panting bursts, He increased the pace of his hand on his cock, squeezing harder, stroking faster. "I'm thinking about you, Trey" he moaned, "thinking about your cock in my ass, fucking me, hitting that spot just inside and then going deep, filling me up... ah... God, I love it when you're fucking me... my ass tight around your dick... umm... the warm... oh God, the warm when you come inside of me... the warm..."

Trey flinched, his brother's words touching something inside of him that he'd been previously unaware of, something primitive and achy and altogether wonderful.

The younger man was stroking himself harder now, faster. He breathed harshly, licking his dry lips with his soft, supple tongue. "I'm thinking about your cock in my mouth," he offered without being asked this time, "God, I love sucking you off, Trey, feeling your soft dick getting harder in my mouth... ahh... you get so hard when I'm blowing you... God... so hard... mnnh... the way your come feels, hot and syrupy... how it tastes... oh my God, I could keep eating your come all day and never get tired of the taste... ah...Trey, I'm so close..."

Trey put his hand on Harley's face, turning the boy's head to face him so he could look into his eyes. "Come for me, baby. Come for me...."

That was all it took, for Harley to hear Trey's voice, to hear him say those words. With just a few additional strokes Harley came, gasping for breath, his heart pounding out of control.

"God... Trey.... coming... God, I love you..." Harley grunted, and it was over, the hot, sticky fluid spurting forcefully out of his cock repeatedly, painting Trey's stomach and chest. Trey pressed his brother's body close to him as the boy came, the orgasm racking his slender body with quivering shudders.

Trey himself was breathing heavily and shaking, and he thought his brother was near to passing out when he felt him scooting down. The boy's hands skirted over his chest, his warm lips kissing their way down the taut muscles of his older brother's stomach.

"Need you in my mouth," Harley said breathlessly, his body still trembling from his own climax, "want you to come in my mouth... need to taste you again..."

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