Brothers & Brothers

3.

Early in the morning, Jon cautiously slipped away from Terrence’s arms. He stepped out of bed, dressed up in a white, fluffy bathrobe, and quietly left his bedroom. He went to the bathroom, and then opened the door of Sylvester’s room.
It was dark. It was a hazardous operation to walk in Sly’s room in the dark, because— “Ouch, dammit…” Jon cursed between clenched teeth, rubbing his shins. Stupid boxes; it was about time Sly unpacked everything. When the stinging stopped, he shuffled to the bed, and flicked a finger against his brother’s ear. “Wake up, stupid…”

Sylvester turned on his back. “Wha?”

“Come to the kitchen. We have to talk, and you have to eat.”

Sleepily, Sylvester climbed out of bed. He followed his brother, clumsily bumping against boxes, doorposts and walls. In his bed, Vince turned to his other side without waking up.

“Gotta pee first,” Sylvester yawned. He went to the bathroom, and still yawned as he finally appeared in the kitchen. He opened the fridge to rummage around for food. “Eggrolls. Good.”

“You’re completely spent, aren’t you,” Jon smirked. He leaned against the breakfast bar, drinking water from a bottle. “Found your match?”

“That kid is insatiable,” Sylvester said with his mouth full. “I couldn’t keep up with him. Five times, Jon… Five! I never met someone like him. He kept begging for more, I swear.”

“I know. I could hear him,” Jon laughed softly. “Did he ever question you about me?”

“Hell no. We didn’t really talk much, did we. Enough about me… What happened between you and Ter? Is he good?”

“He’s sweet, and a cute drunk,” Jon said with a smile. “He loves kisses and is hungry for cuddles, but we didn’t have sex.”

“What? Why not? Drunk guys are more relaxed, aren’t they? He would have been able to handle your magnum…”

“Yeah. And he would regret it in the morning. No, Sly. I would never misuse anyone. Terry was willing, but only because of the wine. I’d rather have someone who likes me for who I am.”

“He will love you for what you have,” Sly winked, gesturing to his brother’s covered front. “Better show it to him quick, big guy… He will adore you and come back, I’m sure.”

“Or I will scare him away. That has happened before, remember? Back to you, now… What will you do if Vince wants to come back for more?”

“What I would do?” Sly laughed, a bit dreamily. “I would goddamn eat him alive, that’s what I would do… I would slowly peel down those cute little panties, push his legs high up, and lunge my tongue deep in that greedy ass of his. Damn, I’m getting hard at the thought. Can we change subjects again?”

“No. They’re brothers, Sly, like us. Keeping one would mean meeting the other. We have to discuss this.”

“Hm.” Sylvester tilted his head, and took a good look at his brother. “You think too much, Jonnie. Why don’t you just let it happen, for a change? I like Vince… You obviously like Terry, because you don’t want to scare or hurt him. So what’s the problem? We’ll both meet those two again soon, and we will both love it.” He shook his head. “No problem.”

Jon looked back at Sylvester, with the same expression. “You seriously want to meet Vince again?” he asked slowly. “That would be the first time, Sly. You use guys like you use tissues. What makes him a handkerchief?”

Again, Sylvester stared dreamily in front of him. “His panties,” he said after a moment. “Pink with little red hearts, Jon… That, and the fact he came while sitting behind me on my bike. And because of the way he enjoys in silence when he comes, and… you know what?” He shook his head. “I just want to meet him again. So you better sort out your act with Terry, because you’ll probably see him again too.”

Quietly, Jon finished his water. “I wouldn’t mind meeting him again,” he then said. “I like Terrence. I would love to get to know him, and spoil him a little. Alright, I’m going back to bed. Sleep well, Sly. Try to keep quiet a bit tomorrow morning.”

“Can’t promise you anything,” Sylvester grinned. “My baby is loud.”

*

‘Baby’ was loud in the morning, indeed. Jon woke up by the muffled groans, and rolled on his back. “My gods,” he sighed. They tried to keep quiet, obviously. For the first time since they lived together, Jon wondered if it was such a good idea after all.

Next to him, Terrence woke up. “Urgh,” he said hoarsely.

“Good morning,” Jon smiled. He looked at the messy hair, the puffy eyes, and reached out to run the back of his fingers along an unshaven cheek. “Coffee?”

“Please. A lot. What happened?” Slowly, Terrence sat up. He looked at the bear between his arms, and put it aside as if he was afraid it would explode. “I drank too much, didn’t I?”

“You were a little drunk, yes. Do you have a hangover? Can I get you something?”

“No, just coffee and I’ll be fine.” Terrence looked at Jon from the corner of his eyes. “What did we do?” he asked, his voice slightly trembling.

“We slept,” Jon said. “We watched a few movies, we ate, and we slept. That’s all.”

“Really?” Terrence moved to the edge of the bed, and looked at himself when he threw the duvet off. “I’m naked,” he said. He reached out for the bear to cover himself. “You really didn’t—”

“No, Terrence,” Jon interrupted him. “I didn’t fuck you. Believe me. You would remember it clearly, if I had.”

“Oh.” The young man sat at the edge of the bed for a while, trying to straighten his thoughts. “Why would I?” he finally asked. “I can’t remember a thing when I’m drunk… It’s terrible, I know.”

“Hm… You were really cute and cuddly, and you loved my kisses. Too bad you can’t remember that.”

“Actually, I can remember that,” Terrence pondered. “Your kisses, and the way you hugged me. But… That was it? You didn’t do anything else? Really?”

“Really. Why would I, Terry? I rather have a boy who enjoys what I do because he wants it. You were drunk, and you said you weren’t responsible for your actions. I would never fuck anyone who doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

“Gosh. You’re the first.”

“That doesn’t sound good,” Jon said, pulling a face. “How often were you raped?”

“Raped?” Terrence turned around to Jon, but looked at the bear. He tugged at the ears. “I wouldn’t call it like that… I just drank too much, a few times, and woke up next to someone I wouldn’t wake up with if I were sober. Somehow I always did it safe, so I wasn’t completely irresponsible, but yeah. I wasn’t always as lucky as last night.” He looked up. “Thank you…”

“I’m not sure you should thank me, but you’re welcome. There is a reason why I didn’t do anything though. Not just because you were a bit drunk. I eh… Well, look for yourself.” He stepped out of bed, and dropped his shorts.

Terrence looked at the exposed cock. First, it was just a glance. Then he blinked and focused, and his jaw dropped. “That’s… You’re… What?!”

“Sly calls it my magnum,” Jon said with a soft sigh. “You remembered my kisses, but you didn’t really see this, did you?”

“I only remember that I loved how you looked! No, I didn’t exactly register your size…! I’m goddamn glad you didn’t try to… Gods, you would have ripped me apart!”

“Yeah. It gets even worse when I’m really excited.” He pulled his shorts back on, and took his bathrobe. “I’m going to make coffee. You can take a shower if you like.”

Terrence nodded, still in awe, but he didn’t move. He was very glad he kept that stuffed bear in his lap, because his cock had grown to full ornate when he saw that massive, long cock between those perfectly shaped legs. Jon was absolutely beautiful… At the other side of the hall, he could hear his brother reaching another climax, and he felt a strange sting in his stomach. He wanted that too. He wanted to be fucked, to be wanted, and to be satisfied. But most of all, he thought as he stood up and walked to the bathroom for a shower, most of all he wanted to be loved by that gorgeous, friendly man called Jonathan.