Filling

“Hey, Sammy.”

“It’s Sam.”

“Sammy, what are you watching?”

“If you’d look away from the ceiling for a second and glance at the TV, you’ll know.” Pause. “And it’s Sam.”

“Sammy, why are you watching Spongebob Squarepants?”

“Grr, its Sam and quit bugging me. I’m trying to watch here.”

“But Sammy! You’re wasting your time with a two-dimensional sponge character who flunked high school and works in some shit-ass fast food place.”

“Oh my god, can’t you just shut up? If you’re so bored then go…have a beer, or something. Read. Or watch TV. Better yet, go to sleep. Just…shut up.”

“Jeez, I was only asking.”

Sam rolled his eyes in exasperation, turning away from his older brother to focus his attention again on the show. He didn’t know why, but the sixteen-year-old boy liked watching Spongebob Squarepants. It was a form of mindless entertainment, a way to pass time with silly comedy and sometimes brilliant, sly humor. He surely got the underlying innuendoes in the words. Or maybe it was just him who had a dirty, fucked up mind.

The boy’s eyes glanced sideways at his older brother who was sprawled on the other end of the couch, head thrown back and staring blankly at the ceiling. And there was the person to blame. With a slight shake of his head, Sam looked back at the TV.

Spongebob was running around with his spatula but all Sam registered was a noisy buzz in his ears and the bright light from the screen.

Great, now he was distracted.

He grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. The screen immediately flickered off and the living room was brought into darkness, dimly lit by the edges of the beam from the streetlight outside.

Sam dropped the remote onto the coffee table and turned towards his brother, one leg resting on the seat of the couch.

“All right, asshole. You win. You managed to distract me. Good for you. Now, what should we do to banish your dreaded ennui, big brother?”

Sam was presented with the side of Nate’s profile, shrouded in shadows. The faint light from outside softly highlighted the older boy’s blond hair. His long legs were loosely spread and his arms were lazy on his side. Nate glanced at him, head angled sideways and a little grin played on his lips. There was a knowing, challenging glint in his eyes.

Despite himself, Sam licked his lips. Okay, so maybe he should have expected this. When was his brother ever not horny? And a night like this, with their parents on some two-day holiday and with nothing else to do, well it should have occurred to him sooner. But then Nate hadn’t jumped him even once for the entire day. Sam had expected his big brother to drag him to the bedroom for some fun the moment their parents left mid-morning. But no, Nate had left him alone. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. The other boy had hovered over him, joked with him, annoyed him and prodded questions.

If Sam were to be honest with himself, he’d been disappointed. Not that they hadn’t been all over each other like rabbits ever since Nate came back for vacation from college a few days ago, but those moments had been risky and quick. The threat of other people walking in one them was always there. Now, though, left alone for two days, well, that was a lot of time.

Sam got on the couch and crawled over to his brother, muttering all the way, “I should have known.”

Nate moved and was facing the smaller boy, back pressed against the couch’s edge. “Come to me, Sammy.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Lame,” he fired back. He stopped directly in front of his brother, arching one eyebrow. Nate smirked and leant back some more, making a motion with his hands that clearly said, ‘Go ahead. It’s your move.’

Anticipation sizzled below Sam’s skin and he bit his lower lip. His eyes roamed his brother’s face, the hazel eyes, straight noise, perfect pink lips and his lean, hard body. He felt heat curling low in his belly, awakening his cock and making his breathing speed up just a little. Heat crackled between them and Sam’s breath hitched in his chest as his brother’s eyes darkened with lust.

Sam placed his hands on Nate’s shoulders, thumbs brushing against the smooth skin revealed by the neckline. He watched intently as his right hand smoothed over the cotton shirt, stretching it across Nate’s chest while the fingers of his other hand stroked the other boy’s neck. He was gratified when he felt Nate’s pulse quickening, his chest rising and falling just that bit faster.

“Sammy…”

Their eyes met and Sam sucked in a sharp breath at the desire reflected there. His hand slipped beneath Nate’s shirt, stroking the ridges of his hard abs, and leaned in for a kiss. Their opened mouths slowly met, relishing the slick slide of their lips and moist touches of their tongues. His fingers trailed upwards and playfully toyed with a nipple, plucking and rolling until the nub hardened. Nate groaned and the sound reverberated through their fused mouths and down to Sam’s cock, making it twitch and harden full-mast. Nate’s arms circled around his waist and hauled him to his chest. Sam maneuvered his legs so they wrapped around Nate’s waist, feet digging into the couch.

Their kiss intensified and turned sloppy, trying to suck the breath from each other. Nate’s hands were now roaming over Sam’s back, dragging his shirt up and down with every movement, lightly scratching his nails over the smooth skin. Sam mewled, grinding his groin into Nate’s, feeling the line of hot hardness pressing against his own.

Nate wrenched his mouth away and pressed against Sam’s neck. They were panting loudly and Sam’s head lolled sideways, giving more access. He shivered at the hot puffs of air on his collarbone and groaned when Nate dragged his tongue upwards along the side of his neck, the tip flicking over a delicate earlobe.

“Oh god, Nate…I…” Sam stuttered, eyes closed tightly as he thrust against his brother. Sparks appeared before his eyes at the motions between them, becoming more frenzied. Heat washed over him and he knew his face was burning. His hands flexed on Nate’s shoulders as his older brother caught the lobe between his teeth and nibbled. Little growls emitted from the back of Nate’s throat and he released the lobe only to grasp Sam’s chin and kissed him hungrily, tongue sweeping inside his baby brother’s mouth and rubbing their jean-clad erections together.

Sam tangled his tongue with Nate’s and moved his hand to grip the blond hair, tugging impatiently. Nate locked an arm securely around Sam’s waist and moved away from the back of his couch until he fell on his back, stretched out with Sam atop him, thighs on either side of his hips. It was mildly uncomfortable and there was the danger of falling but neither brothers’ noticed as Sam bent down and pressed wet kisses to Nate’s neck. Their hips rolled almost lazily together and Sam bit down on the juncture of neck and shoulder, earning a groan and a slap on his arse that sent a shockwave of heat through both of them.

“Fuck, Sammy…” Nate moaned, fingers flexing on his little brother’s backside.

Sam squeezed his eyes tightly at Nate’s husky tone and the delicious sensations between their groins. He straightened and glanced down at his brother, swallowing at the sight of Nate’s hair tousled, eyes dilated and glazed, cheeks flushed and lips bruised. They looked at each other and suddenly became a flurry of movement, trying to remove all clothing as soon as possible. Both boys removed their shirts and Sam unbuttoned his jeans, cursing when Nate’s hands moved to his own pants. It was a struggle to remove them, with Sam standing to his knees so that Nate could completely remove his pants. Sam’s fingers hooked into the waistband of his jeans and boxers and slid them down at the same time, cock popping free and he gasped at the sensation. He tried to shimmy his jeans off when all of a sudden Nate stretched forward and mouthed the leaking tip of his cock.

Sam gave a strangled cry, one hand reaching to steady himself on the couch as he saw stars. Sam was almost dizzy with the pleasure of his older brother sucking the tip of his cock, tonguing the slit and running his teeth over the top. Shudders wracked his slender frame and he forgot about his jeans pooling around his ankles. All he was thinking about was the wet warmth of Nate’s mouth and his brain short-circuiting and that it wasn’t enough...more, more…god, he needed to be fucked right now!

As if reading his mind, Nate pulled away with an agonizing slide of his lips and had the audacity to smirk up at him, lips swollen and tongue darting out to lick the precome on his lips.

Sam groaned and pushed his brother back to lie down, his own breathing labored. “I…fuck-shit, Nate that’s…ugh...w-where’s the l-lube?” It was satisfying to see all hints of playfulness disappear from Nate’s face to be replaced by what Sam could only call as predatory.

“In my jeans, back pocket,” Nate growled out and Sam felt himself shiver at the dark tone. He reached down on the floor to search for the lube – squirming as Nate curled a hand around his dick and lazily pumping it. Sam had to focus in searching it as the sensations threatened to make him come but he held on to his self control – although that didn’t stop his hips from bucking into Nate’s hold. Finally, his fumbling hands found the lube and picked it up in triumph. Nate grinned up at him.

“Well done, now why don’t you prepare yourself for me, Sammy,” ordered Nate in a low, husky tone. Usually, Sam would be annoyed at his older brother’s commanding tone but all it did was make his cock twitch. Besides, this was his chance to tease Nate.

He squeezed a large dollop into his fingers, moaning at Nate’s unhurried motion on Sam’s prick. With slightly trembling fingers, Sam lifted himself until he was kneeling over Nate. He reached behind him and gently parted his cheeks as well as his legs to give his brother a good view of what he was doing. Sam closed his eyes as he eased one finger inside and the last thing he saw Nate’s hungry eyes riveted to his hands. Sam’s mouth slackened as he inserted another finger into him, scissoring widely. His breathing hitched and his body shuddered as his fingers found that spot within him that – YES – sent fireworks going off in his body.

The smaller boy was panting loudly as he fucked himself with his fingers, hips pushing down on his hand. Nate let go of Sam’s cock and Sam whimpered at the loss, even more so when Nate grabbed his hand and wrenched his fingers away from himself. Sam opened his eyes and saw his older brother staring at him with the hungriest expression he’d ever seen. Sam’s mouth went dry as Nate reached up and brutally attacked his lips, pushing him backwards until their positions were reversed. Sam pushed into the kissing, biting and licking as much as Nate did. The bigger boy tore his mouth apart and in one swift motion flipped Sammy over.

“Oh god…Nate…please…” Sam whimpered pleadingly and Nate growled as he leaned over his brother, touching tenderly his ass. Sam sighed and it turned into a dawn-out groan when without warning, Nate slid neatly into him, stretching him completely. The burn felt so good and Sam bucked against his brother, wanting more of it.

Nate clenched his teeth at the heat and tightness surrounding him and he drew back, before his hips pushed forward, driving him deeper into Sammy. His rhythm started out slow but it went faster and harder and soon they were moaning loudly in time with the slap of flesh on flesh.

Sam threw his head back, lying against Nate’s shoulders. The mind-blowing pleasure was tearing him limb from limb as every thrust hit his sweet spot. Sam cried out wildly, pushing backwards as roughly as Nate was fucking him. The older boy swiped his tongue across Sam’s shoulder blades then biting down on his shoulder, swirling his tongue wetly.

Sammy mewled and curled a hand around himself, so thick and pulsing with need. The touch was electric and he pumped himself in time with Nate’s thrusts.

“Come on, little brother, come for me,” Nate bit out, his teeth rattling at the force of his thrusts and with one more push, he was coming so hard that it almost hurt.

Sam felt Nate coming inside him, felt the trickle of warmth down his thigh and he whimpered, desperate to come himself. Nate bit roughly on Sammy’s shoulder, drawing blood, and the sting drove Sammy over the edge. His cock pulsed as he came, thick milky fluid coating his hands.

Nate slumped heavily over Sammy, who fell down on the couch from both their deadweight. Both boys were exhausted, hair rumpled, clothes strewn everywhere and bites and scratches all over them. Their lips were kiss-bruised and there was a thin trickle of blood from where Nate had bitten Sammy a bit too enthusiastically.

In short, it was one of the best fucks they’d ever had.

When Sammy came down from his post-coital high, he shifted uncomfortably under his brother’s stifling weight. He wriggled under Nate, trying to get him off of him.

“If you do that,” came Nate’s tired, gravelly voice, “it means you’re ready for round two.”

Sammy rolled his eyes and pushed against Nate’s chest. “Get off me, you’re way too heavy!”

With a long-suffering sigh, Nate did as he was told and got up, pushing away from Sammy and to the end of the couch. There was a completely satisfied look on his face as Sam turned to look at him.

The younger boy touched the sore wound on his shoulder and saw the small bit of blood on his finger. “God, you’re sick, Nate. Fetish, much?”

Nate smirked at him, unfazed. “You’re the weirdo who came when I bit you, not me.”

“Whatever,” Sammy muttered and he grimaced at the mess he was in. His come was drying on his bare skin and he didn’t like the sensation one bit. “Gah, this is dirty. I’ll just go take a shower and you know, I can’t believe we just had sex in the living room where anyone could have peeked in on us fucking.”

Nate laughed at Sam’s indifferent tone and shook his head. “Only to please your exhibitionist tendencies, brother-mine.”

Sam got up, uncaring if he was buck naked with come all over his thighs. He shot his brother a dark look. “If you’re so content on just staying here, then why don’t you clean up? I’ll take a shower.”

He then proceeded up the stairs to his bedroom. A few moments later, Nate heard the shower turn on in the silence of the empty house.

A devilish smile lit up Nate’s handsome face. “Hmm on second thought, I think a shower is a great idea.”