To cheer him up

Please note, this is the same “Jules” from my short story ‘Birthday Surprise’. As I said, there will be more shorts about them, possibly even a full story eventually, but for now, please enjoy :)

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Jules stared at the screen in front of him, reading the instant message from his friend. He typed a reply, turning his head to see who entered when the door opened. Jules’ twin brother, Jasper, shuffled into the room, his high-top sneakers squeaking on the polished wood floor. The buys had shared a room since their birth, and now despite having finished university, they remained sharing a room in their rented house just out of the city. Jasper pressed a switch on the portable CD player and removed his large, chunky earphones. It was easy to tell apart the twins, as Jules followed more general fashions, while Jasper delved into unusual and strange ones. Jules’ blonde hair was cut close enough for it to be mid-length yet still masculine, while Jaspers long, wavy raven coloured locks flowed halfway down his back, often tied into a pony with a blood-red ribbon.

Jules waved at him, then turned back to the computer. He tapped a few keys, shutting down the programs he had had open moments before. He heard Jasper creak onto the bed and let out a long, mournful sigh. Jules rolled his eyes as the power left the screen, telling him the machine was now off. Jules stood and stretched. He had spent most of the morning chatting with a few friends while Jasper had gone to meet his own friends at a local hang-out. Jules turned to face his brother and paused, taking in the lines of his twin. His eyes were perfectly almond, the shade a beautiful hazel that drove women, and men, crazy, his cheekbones high enough to have model potential. Both Jules and Jasper stood at 6 feet 4 inches high, both with similarly muscular bodies and tanned skin.
“What’s wrong?” Jules asked, walking over to his twin’s bed. He perched on the end of it, ignoring the strange feel of the satin bed sheets that Jasper preferred; as opposed to Jules own preference to cotton jersey bedding. Jasper rolled over, turning away from him. His position stretched out the smooth black shirt against his body.
“It’s none of your business,” Came a gloomy reply. Jules, shifted, climbing onto the bed, on all fours. He slid forwards, hovering above his brother.
“Come one, Jasper… You can tell me…” He said quietly, somewhat seductively. He slid a hand across his twins back, over his shoulder and down his arm. Jules likes the feeling the material had under his hand.
“Carrie cheated on me.”

Jasper turned his head, facing his brothers own face, hovering dangerously close to him. Jules’ eyes sparkled in the shadows across his face, seeming to glow. Jasper’s breathe caught in his throat a moment.
“You know Carrie wasn’t really ever any good for you though….” Jules whispered, sliding further up the bed, his body lying next to Jaspers, while he remained propped up on his arms. Jasper twisted, lying flat on the bed, pinned between his brother’s two arms. They had always been close, often sharing a bed when something had spooked them when they were younger. It was a habit that had carried on as they grew. Even during university they’d often spend the night together, not being able to sleep without the other. They felt better together. Jasper and Jules would often be seen holding hands or hugging each other, but behind closed doors they’d often kiss and cuddle, even shower together. Now was no different to their normal behaviour.

Jules moved slightly, his pelvis pressing hard against Jasper’s hip. Through the rough material of their jeans, Jasper knew his brother was already halfway to being fully erect. Jules lowered himself, bending his arms for comfort. His face rested merely inches from Jaspers, his breath gently brushing along his brother skin.
“I know she wasn’t, but we were together.” He feebly tried to defend himself form his brother’s eyes, trying to keep the conversation at exactly that but knew he’d fail, torn between wanting to be left alone and desiring a familiar touch.
“And really… You didn’t want her. You’re always saying so in your sleep…” Jules persisted. He lowered his face down to Jaspers, his soft, pouty lips dancing gently over his cheek. Jasper whimpered, unable to reply. He felt his jeans tightening around his crotch, his cock beginning to grow under his brother’s control.

Jules smiled to himself. He knew that most people would see what they did as wrong, but not him, not their family. He moved his legs between Jaspers, spreading his brothers apart slightly to accommodate him comfortably. His stomach pressed against Jaspers, the feel of his tee-shirt rubbing against the silk of the shirt sending small shivered down his spine. He paused a moment, by Jaspers ear, licking his lips. He was aware of his brother’s strong weakness, and he intended to make use of it. Jasper did not fight him. He welcomed the touch now, the feeling of wanting space having fled. His arms were bent, his wrists by his neck and Jules’ hands. He could feel the hot breath on the flesh of his neck, by his ear. Jules slid his tongue out skilfully, almost silently. He drew a small circle on his brother earlobe, feeling him shake with anticipation. He dropped his tongue down, continuing to draw tiny, wet circle on the skin of his neck. He kissed Jaspers neck, revelling in the taste of his brother soft cologne on bare skin. Jasper let out a loud, guilty moan. He loved it when he was kissed on the neck by his ear. It sent him wild. Jules kissed harder, making Jasper buck beneath him with pleasure. He knew he would be hard now, it was inevitable. He pulled away, a knowing grin on his lips.

“Don’t stop” Jasper begged, moving against his brother. He pressed upwards, moving his groin against his brother leg, wanting him to know. He let his eyes close as he moved, enjoying the sensation. When he opened them again, Jules had a smile on his face, a familiar smile that made Jasper’s lips form a similar smile. Of the two of them, Jasper was by far the most submissive. He liked being underneath, being below people. His brother however, made him feel unique. Nobody else could make him feel the same way. It was better when his brother dominated him.
“Are you going to be good?” Jules teased, pressing forward harshly with his hips, rubbing himself against his brother’s already stiff cock. He was almost there too, his jeans feeling uncomfortably tight. He knew his brother was feeling, Carrie almost forgotten amongst the heavy petting. Jules rested again, sliding a hand down the bed, over Jasper’s hips and legs. He circled Jasper’s groin area with a long finger. He drew back a second, then reached up for his brothers button-fly. He pulled each button free deftly, making hardly any movements.

Jasper felt his fly opening, the tightness relieved slightly. He closed him eyes again tightly, feeling his brothers wandering hand unbuttoning the front of his shirt. Jules didn’t need to see where he was with his hand. He knew his brothers body well enough, so instead, when he saw Jasper’s eyes shut, he darted forward with his mouth, capturing the identical pair of lips in a deep, savouring kiss. His tongue prised open the other mans lips, and slithered into the mouth, met by Jaspers tongue reacting wildly to the unsuspected passion. As they kissed, Jules moved closer. He undid the last of Jasper’s shirt buttons, running his hands over his brother toned chest. Slight chest hair covered the skin, but still, Jules couldn’t help but want to touch him. He pulled away from the kiss, trailing his lips down to his nipple. He rolled his tongue over the bud, nipping it gently between his teeth. Jasper sighed each time Jules’ tongue flicked over his nipple, the feeling leaving him begging for more. Jules moved his hand down, reaching for his own jeans. He pulled harshly on the button, ripping it off in the attempt to undo his jeans. Jasper slid a hand down to help, brushing against the straining material as he reached for the zip.
“Don’t….” Jules panted, moving his attentions to Jaspers other nipple. He was harder with this one, the gentle nips becoming tight and slightly painful. Jasper pushed out a strangled yelp of pain and pleasure as Jules clamped the nipple between his teeth. He felt his brother tongue flick over the nipple once more before he was released.

Jules pulled back, sitting in a kneeling position between his brothers legs. Neither of them wore underwear, and Jules could see that Jasper was rock hard. His own cock had slipped out of his jeans, and he was the same as his brother. He reached up, pulling his tee-shirt over his head while Jasper removed his open shirt. Both of the brothers had matching sun tattoos on their chest, circling their left nipples. Jasper’s glistened with saliva, while Jules’ remained matte. Neither brother needed to say a word. Both of them slipped out of their jeans, tossing them aside. Jules crawled next to his brother, lying down on the bed, naked as the day they had been born. He ran a hand through Jaspers hair, now loose from its tie. He brushed away a stray hair from his fringe, stopping around the back of his head and pushing him down toward his cock. Jasper put up no resistance, moving with Jules’ guidance. He moved, curling around slightly, bringing his face closer to his brother’s cock. Still holding Jaspers hair, Jules let his head fall back, eyes shut as Jaspers familiar tongue slid over the velvet skin. Jasper trailed down Jules’ cock, kissing and sucking on the long phallus and scrotum. Jules’ occasionally sighed with pleasure, spurring Jasper on. He circled the tip, teasing his brother with each flick of the tongue. When he reached Jules’ balls, he licked across the skin, making him shiver with excitement. Pulling away slightly, he wrapped a hand around the length of his brother, gently moving as his mouth closed over the top of him. He carried on licking and sucking, pushing himself forward and taking in more of the great length of his brother, while still using his hand. Even without a gag reflex, Jules would have been too big for Jasper to take him completely into his throat. Jules moaned as Jasper trained a finger across the base of him, reaching for his balls, massaging them gently while he worked.

“Ok… enough….” Jules said, his voice husky, almost starved for breath. Jasper pulled away, slinking up the bed. He rested his legs either side of Jules, positioning himself above him in a position they’d been in many times before. Jules slid a hand around his brother, stopping at the small of his back. Jasper leant forward slightly, exposing his ass ready for his brother to enter. Jules knew he would enter him, it would be rude not to having gotten this far, but he waited a moment, waited for Jaspers cries of impatient begging. The sound was like music to his ears as he guided his cock upward, gently, entering his brother. Jasper fell forward, shuffling forward slightly and lowering his ass. He pressed against his brother, head buried in his neck, kissing it. Jules thrust slowly at first, letting Jasper feel comfortable with him again. Jules hands rested on Jaspers hips, holding him close as he moved, thrusting forward, pressing into his brother. Jasper kissed him, resting on his forearms, his hair hanging in loose strands. He pressed against Jules’ lips, accepting his brothers’ tongue. He moaned each time Jules thrust, feeling a sharp pain quickly replaced by pleasure as his brothers cock passed over his prostate. He felt familiar vibrations tingling through him, his nails digging onto the bed, pulling at them with each thrust. Jules felt the sheet moving, still drinking deeply from his brothers’ kiss, still moving in and out of him. He felt the shivers of an impending orgasm riding through him. He moved faster, holding his brother tighter still, using the moans and screams of pleasure that vibrated through his mouth, still pressed to Jaspers, as encouragement to go faster. He felt Jasper’s cock against him, and he slid his hand further round, holding him, bringing his right one down to his brother cock, wrapping it firmly around the thickness. He moved his hand with his hips, the same speed. He knew his brother was close, breaking away as Jasper began to buck in that familiar way. Jaspers mouth found the join between shoulder and neck and bit down hard, fastening tightly on the skin, probably drawing blood with the strength of the bite. Jules’ felt the orgasm surge forward as Jasper spilled his seed across him, the warm fluid shooting forward in a line over his stomach and chest. Jules’ motion became fractured, slower, more deliberate as he burst into orgasm. He arched his back, letting a yell of pure pleasure come out as his cum escaped him, filling his brother. Both men lay a moment, catching their breath, seeping in the glow of enjoyment that rode the air surrounded them.

Jasper moved first, climbing over Jules to lie on his left side. He pulled away with a stiffness that showed his bliss, making Jules smile. Breathing slower, more normally now, the brothers lay next to each other. Jasper’s cum was beginning to dry, making Jules think of his skin puckering. He was sure that on the other side of Jasper, his own fluids would be pooling on the sheets, drying into a stain that would have to be sent away to be removed.
“Shower?” Jules glanced over at his brother, his face still locked in an expression of content.
“Sure. Together?”
“Always.”

The two men climbed off the bed, leaving the sheets creased and unmade. They walked to the bathroom, their bodies rigid, shutting the door behind them as they went into the room. The sound of water soon filler their home, followed by further muffled moans and occasional thumps as they moved around. It wouldn’t take a genius to know what they were doing in the shower, but one thing was for sure – Jasper wasn’t so down any more.

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Feel free to comment, but this was just a short story, out of boredom. I'm happy with it, for the time put into it (which was only about 2 hours) so, enjoy :)