Too Physical

They snuck back into the house in the same way they had so often snuck out – up the old trellis, covered with roses and vines, that leaned against one side of the old ranch house. It creaked under their weight, but still held. It was rather sad, Aaron mused, that both he and Noah were legal adults everywhere in the world, yet they still had to sneak back into their parent’s house under the cover of darkness. Noah had called the airline on his cell on the drive back, booking tickets for them both. Luke already had a flight out arranged for himself in a couple of hours. Now it was just a simple matter of packing up, and explain to momma where they were going. But if they told her about the little six year old girl who’d been taken, Aaron was sure she’d see reason. She wouldn’t be happy about it, but she would let them go. Aaron sighed. He’d only been back less than a day, and already he was jetting off again. He had hoped to spend a little more time with his family, but he just couldn’t let Rob down. God, why did it have to be Noah going with him? He appreciated the help, but he’d spend more time fending off Noah than actually searching for the girls! Unless, of course, he gave in, and….no! So not going there again!

Aaron shook his head to rid himself of those unpleasant thoughts, and reached up to take Noah’s hand, and let Noah pull him through the now open window. He caught one foot on the window ledge coming through, and stumbled, nearly falling until Noah caught him in his arms, and pulled him up. They were face to face, so close that Aaron could see the fine stubble that covered Noah’s chiseled chin, and his eyes just naturally wandered up from there to his cupid’s bow pout, now curved into a slight smile, amusement in his gray hazel eyes as he saw where Aaron was looking. He flickered his tongue out, licking his lips slowly, and Aaron’s eyes followed the movement.
“So I should get over you, Aaron?” he asked slowly, softly, in a deep husky voice that sent shivers up and down Aaron’s spine, and down, down to places where a brother’s voice shouldn’t make you tingle, and Aaron shuddered, his eyes involuntarily fluttering shut. When he opened them again, Noah was still standing there, a slightly bemused look on his face.
“What?” Aaron asked, relieved to find that his voice still worked.
“You know, we really shouldn’t be doing this again,” he said, regret filling his voice, offering Aaron an out. But Aaron was a man now, and he knew what he wanted. And that was another taste of those softly curving lips.

He licked his lips slightly, without realizing it, and tilted his head up to Noah. Noah’s cloudy eyes widened slightly in surprise then, looking down at his little brother, he took a deep breath, then slammed him hard back against the window. A crack spiderwebbed down the middle, but Noah’s burning hot lips were on Aaron’s, and that was all that filled his mind. Surprisingly soft, there was nothing soft now about the way Noah kissed Aaron, pulling, tugging, tearing at the younger man’s mouth, resorting to nipping with shining white teeth when he couldn’t draw blood. Aaron made a sound deep in his throat, mostly of pain, but he kissed Noah back just as fiercely, blood filling both their mouths, copper liquid mingling until it was impossible to tell who’s blood it was that they drank down deep. Grabbing at Aaron’s shirt with surprisingly strong hands, Noah pulled, tearing the shirt clean down the middle. He ran his fingers over Aaron’s chest, caressing, touching, teasing. Toying with Aaron’s nipple, he thrust his tongue deeper into Aaron’s mouth, eating him from the mouth down. Aaron gasped again, and this time it was all pleasure.

Pinning Aaron’s wrist against the window, Noah ran his tongue down Aaron’s neck, onto his chest, but then he moved slowly, teasingly, back up to his throat, to the pulse that beat like a trapped beast. He bit down there, but not hard, not hard enough to break the surface, not hard enough for the blood to flow, and that too was a kind of release. Having denied himself Noah’s caress for so long, Aaron reveled in every touch, every whispered breath. Noah moved slowly back up, until he was face to face with Aaron again. Aaron’s eyes were glazed, half closed, his hair sweat soaked, his lips matted with slowly drying blood. He was so breathtakingly, gloriously beautiful like this, that Noah just had to pause for a moment, had to stop and just look at him, still pinned there against the window by the weight of Noah’s body. Muscles worked in Noah’s arms as he slowly lowered himself back to Aaron’s mouth. They kissed, but lightly, and then Noah let Aaron up, but only to spin him around and shove him down, hard, onto the bed, the springs creaking in protest at this rough treatment. Ripping the already tattered shirt off of Aaron’s back, he stared down at all that naked expanse of flesh and, on his hands and knees above Aaron’s prone body, he began to work his way down, not so much light touches as little darts of pain, as he bit into Aaron’s back, drawing blood that trickled down onto the bedsheets in little rivulets, leaving perfect little imprints of his mouth where he had been, perfect lipstick kisses in blood.

When he reached the belt of Aaron’s jeans, he paused, slipping a finger down below the waistband, not to touch, but just to test the tension. Then, fitting his hand down the seat of Aaron’s pants, he pulled, and Aaron screamed, Noah quickly climbing back up Aaron’s body and muffling his mouth with his hand. Aaron bit down hard, but Noah didn’t even flinch as the teeth pierced his flesh, his intense eyes seeking out into the darkness, ears alert for footsteps that may have been awakened by Aaron’s screams. When he heard nothing, he pulled Aaron’s head back by the hair, exposing a long long line of neck and Aaron’s wide frightened eyes, pupils dilated wide with lust.
“You do that again, I will have to hurt you,” he whispered harshly. Aaron’s nostrils flared, and he nodded, as well as he could with Noah holding his head. Carefully, Noah withdrew his bitten hand, blood splashing onto Aaron’s face as he did so. Slowly, carefully, his eyes on Aaron the entire time, Noah licked the blood from his hand in long slow strokes. Aaron had nearly bitten through his hand but, once the blood was cleaned off, Noah went back to tearing Aaron’s pants away. This time, Aaron wriggled a little, but he was careful not to call out. Aaron liked pain, but Noah’s punishments just teetered on the edge of too much. It was just as well that Aaron never wore underwear.

When he had Aaron down to the bare skin, Noah sat back, the weight of his body where it was pushing Aaron further into the mattress, drawing little whimpers of painful protest from Aaron, quickly muffled by the sheets. Sitting there, he stripped his shirt off, then went up on his knees to undo his belt, the fly of his jeans. Expertly he peeled his jeans off, flinging them over to the side of the room, then turning his attention back to Aaron, still waiting patiently on the bed below him. Aaron consciously fought to relax his muscles, to ready himself for the incredible mix of pain and pleasure that he knew was soon to follow. They’d had angry sex plenty of time before now, and much though Aaron hated that he liked it, he couldn’t help the way the pain made him feel, he couldn’t deny the excitement that it raised in him. He’d never found anyone yet who was quite as good at this as Noah.

The stitches in his arm showed up dark against the slight tan of his skin as he slipped the chain holding his air force dog tags over his head and tossed it to one side. Then carefully lowering his body onto Aaron’s, he penetrated him, less careful about the force with which he violated his brother. Ignoring Aaron’s writhings, he pushed himself in, forcing Aaron to take the full length of him inside. Aaron shuddered, but the pain overrode the pleasure, and it was so much easier, now, to take Noah than it had been when he was that much younger. His hands scrabbled for purchase on the bedclothes, desperately seeking something to hold onto as Noah pulled back out, then forced himself in again, building up a rhythm. With no lubricant, the pain was intense, and Aaron knew that if he didn’t get a handle on it, he’d be screaming before the end. But this time, Noah wasn’t just thinking of his own pleasure. Pausing in his stride, his hand reached down and found Aaron, and his touch sent Aaron over the edge into ecstasy. As Noah stroked him with those same teasing fingers, every wave of what had once been pain now felt like the purest pleasure, and Aaron had to bite deep into his own arm to keep from crying out. There was only a muffled gasp from Noah, but Aaron knew that his brother had come, and he shivered into orgasm with him. Noah collapsed next to him, arm around Aaron, utterly utterly spent, and together, they curled up and slept.