Come Here Boy - Brothers {.:: Iridescent & Victoraeon ::.}

[Victoraeon]

The beat of the music could be heard pulsing from the building as they approached it though it was muffled by brick. Gabe had managed to find a parking spot about half a block away, and he was glad of it as it was a chilly night. He rubbed his younger brother’s shoulder reassuringly as they stepped into another pool of light cast by the row of streetlights.

“You warm enough there?”

Gabe didn’t wait for an answer. He shrugged off his leather jacket and draped it around his brother’s shoulders as they walked. Finally he’d managed to convince the kid to loosen up a bit now that they were on break and he was going to make sure this was a night he’d never forget.

This club was known for its colorful patrons and atmosphere and while it wasn’t a “gay” club per say, it catered to a lot of different scenes… mostly goth, punk, ravers, and you might see the occasional tail. It was perfect for ‘testing the waters’; it had been driving him nuts these past few years… the longings… they had always been close—hell, he’d pretty much raised him since mom left and dad was out and about—which is made things all the more complicated. This was his way of determining if his baby brother had the same feelings or maybe—

Gabriel chuckled softly to himself and shook his head ruefully. He was the taller one, standing at a lanky 6’4” which made him feel like a giant around most people. He was wearing that one pair of ripped jeans that made his ass look amazing… Gabe kind of hoped his brother might notice… not that he’d ever admit it.

Feeling even more adventurous, he had decided to wear a fishnet shirt and while he wasn’t a body builder, his muscles were accented nicely by the fishnet and the tattooed wings on his shoulder blades were visible. He felt a little odd wearing it seeing as most of the shirts in his dresser were well-loved baggy T’s but at the same time he wanted to pull out all the stops.

A gust of wind blew a few stray strands of brown hair across his face so he tucked them behind his ear and pulled the rest into a loose pony tail.
When they got inside they were submersed in sound, the speakers by the stage blaring an upbeat techno rhythm as he gently lead his brother through the crowd towards the bar, laughing over his shoulder,

“C’mon! I’ll buy ya a drink.”

Strobe lights illuminated the writhing silhouettes on the dance floor as fog machines added an eerie feel. Over at the bar the music wasn’t as loud and the lighting was much better with warm glass bistro-styled lamps hanging over the smooth wood counter. He flagged down the bartender, “A Guinness for me, please, and…” Gabe turned his jade green eyes on his brother next to him, nudging him playfully to order.

 

[Iridescent]

The wind wasn’t the greatest accent to the day, and Noah knew this, yet he didn’t think to bring a coat. Sighing, he wrapped his arms around himself in an effort to keep warm, utterly thankful that his brother had only parked half a block away from the club. That word did not roll off his tongue well, club, but Gabe had managed to talk him into it. Noah had never been to a club in his entire life, but somehow Gabe and his conniving ways convinced him that it was time to get out of the stuffy house and live a little, which was exactly what he was doing, albeit with a little reluctance. It was a club for pete’s sake, of course he was going to be reluctant.

The question caught him by surprise; of course he wasn’t warm. It took all his strength not to curl up into a little ball to protect him from the wind. Regardless, he felt his brother’s leather jacket adorn his shoulders, and while he wanted to be grateful for the gesture, he couldn’t help but think that his brother needed it more. It could have just been a hunch, or it could have been the fact that Gabe decided to wear a fishnet top that evening.

As Noah glanced over at his brother, he noted that it was definitely the latter. Not that he was complaining, of course, because it accentuated his body nicely. Halting in his thoughts, he shook his head, chewing on his lip in aggravation. Noah would never admit it to anyone, but he realized lately that he might have had more-than-brotherly feelings for Gabe, and it freaked him out. It was utterly ridiculous, having sexual feelings for your sibling; not to mention incest being illegal and all. Noah was always seen as a mama’s boy, a goody-two-shoes, but if anyone knew what was going through his mind, they’d cast him away like the abomination he seemed to be.

Cringing from the sheer magnitude of the music blasting from the speakers, Noah followed quickly behind Gabe in an effort to dull out the noise, and was eternally grateful to the contractor for placing the bar in an area where the music wasn’t as severe. Taking a seat at a bar stool, his face contorted as he realized just how bad of an idea it was to wear the tightest pants he owned. Noah had always heard that people in clubs wear tight-fitting clothing, so he had pulled out that one pair of jeans that he purchased from Forever 21 when nobody was around, wanting to know how girls felt when they wore them. At first, they were surprisingly comfortable, but whenever he sat down in them, they would ride up his ass, and it was uncomfortable to say the least. Add that to a shirt he was wearing from the seventh grade that only barely fit him, showing off quite a bit of midriff, and his outfit was purely for design, not for functionality.

“Please, tell me again why you brought me here,” he offered in a sardonic tone, the entire feel of the club making him squirm inside. It’s not that he wasn’t thankful for his brother trying to get him out of the house to have a good time, but they could have easily found a smaller, less crowded space to do that. Looking up as he was nudged, he saw the bartender staring at him. Noah wasn’t a drinker, so he had no idea what to order, instead going for, “I’ll just have what he’s having.” Pointing to his brother, he let out a sigh of relief as the bartender’s intimidating gaze finally shifted away from his lithe frame.

 

[Victoraeon]

“Well, lookit you, kiddo. It’s good though… I don’t often drink beer but this stuff is nice and smooth. Maybe sometime I’ll teach ya how to make Irish Carbombs.”

He grinned so wide that his canines shown and winked at Noah. The night was young and already he was giddy… but it was so good to get out with his little bro and the air was alive with excitement. The sturdy bartender returned with their drinks and spared one last look in Noah’s direction before throwing his towel over his shoulder and going off to tend to the other customers.

Gabe tipped the slender neck of the bottle back and took a long draw, wiping his upper lip with his thumb while he let his eyes wander over Noah’s delicate features… those positively edible-looking lips. His eyes drifted lower and lingered a little too long on the exposed mid-drift so he took another swig and pretended to be fascinated by the ornate napkin dispensers for a moment…

He heard Noah speak and pulled on a convincing smile,
“To get you to come out of your shell a ‘lil. We’re not in high school anymore, Noah.” the smile turned into a smirk and the butterflies in his stomach spurred him lean closer and speak softly against Noah’s ear,
“You’re allowed to have a little fun.” It took a measure of willpower to not flick his tongue along the shell of his brother’s ear.

Yeah he had that nagging voice in the back of his head saying these feelings, that rush whenever he got close to him, was wrong and sick and all that but high school had given him plenty of time to war with himself and this idea of ‘morality’.

Working odd jobs to build up a little extra cash to help make things a little easier introduced him to some interesting folks, and though he built up something of reputation of being a tail-chasing bad boy in his senior year it was mainly to establish that he was no one to mess with… and when he walked down the hallway with his arm around his little bro, playfully ruffling the kid’s hair it was to let everyone know that Noah was his brother—his—and was a “off limits” for teasing… and the tail-chasing bit? Well, that was to alleviate some of the “tension”.

He never told Noah the reason he and Sherri broke up… calling out the wrong name—especially your younger brother’s name—during passionate love-making had a way of putting a damper on things.

Speaking of tail, “Hey, Noah, look. What a fox!” Gabriel chuckled to himself at the bad pun as he pointed out the guy walking by with a fox tail swishing back and forth in his wake. When they had pretty much finished their drinks, he set his bottle down on the counter and paid the tab before tugging on Noah’s elbow,

“C’mon! Let’s dance.” Anticipating Noah’s protests, he added, “It’s not as bad as you think, c’mon, c’mon… live a little!” Once he had him out on the floor he did a few corny disco moves to get a smile out of him before actually falling into the rhythm of the music, his hips rolling slowly and hands occasionally stretching towards the ceiling. After a few moments, Gabe noticed Noah was probably feeling awkward or uncomfortable in the crowd so he gently took him by the wrist and led him to the fringe of the crowd.

“All it is, Noah, is just moving to the beat.” Gabriel bit his lip in a chuckle and pulled his hair free of the ponytail before slyly moving to stand behind Noah. He let his hands rest on the smaller male’s sides, his fingers splayed against his exposed mid-drift.

He spoke in one ear so Noah could hear him over the music, “Just get lost in it… don’t worry about everyone else.” and then switched to the other, letting his breath ghost against Noah’s neck as he moved his head, “Move your hips…” and his hands drifted lower until they rested on Noah’s hips. He noted how tightly the pants hugged his brothers hips and licked his lips, hands flexing—then, suddenly he was worried that maybe he was coming on too strong so he loosened his grip.

 

[Iridescent]

When Gabe whispered in his ear, it was all he could do to keep himself from visibly shivering. “I realize that, Gabe, but fun doesn’t necessarily need to involve dancing around sweaty, gothic, anthropomorphic people,” he argued, taking a swig of his Guinness. His facial expression changed to disgust for only a moment before returning to normal, his body not used to the alcohol that was beginning to flow through his system. Noah took his brother’s word on it, though, that Guinness was the best tasting beer, and took another sip to emphasize that fact.

His mind seemed to run off on a tangent, conjuring up scenarios of what could happen between him and Gabe had they both been drunk. They were just harmless fantasies, but he didn’t realize that in the middle of fantasizing he began chugging his beer, stopping himself immediately after he clued in. Unfortunately, a little bit had spilled on his top, and he sighed as he rubbed the splotches with his thumb and forefinger. “Damn it,” he muttered, biting his lip as he looked up at Gabe, “does beer stain?”

As he asked the question, he noticed that his brother’s attention was elsewhere, focused on a man with a fox tail that happened to be walking by. Smirking at his lame pun, Noah nudged Gabe to re-gather his attention, “well?” He didn’t know why he was pushing the subject, because it was obvious that his brother wouldn’t know the answer. Gabe always wore baggy tees and loose-fitting jeans, except on rare occasions like this one where a fishnet top was in place of his usual baggy t-shirt, and he was wearing his trademark ripped jeans that made his butt look rather delectable.

Noah finished his drink, mostly due to the fact that he chugged half of it rather quickly, and set it down on the bar, yelping in surprise as he was suddenly tugged by the elbow. Widening his eyes at Gabe’s request, he shook his head rapidly to get his point across. Of course, he knew that his brother wouldn’t take no for an answer, so he groaned as he was practically dragged onto the dance floor. Watching his brother’s failed dance moves, he chuckled, loving how Gabe always knew how to make him laugh in an awkward situation.

As Gabe seemed to fall in line with the music that was pouring from the speakers, Noah couldn’t help but simply stand in place, which made him blush out of embarrassment. Compared to his brother, he was never much of a dancer. The only time he really attempted to dance was at weddings, and that was only because their aunts loved dancing with him. Dancing with Gabe, however, was a whole different story. Especially to the type of music they seemed to be playing in the club.

Allowing himself to be led away from the center of the crowd, he nodded at what Gabe seemed to be saying, but was shocked when his brother moved behind him and gripped his hips. Noah slowly began moving his hips awkwardly, following Gabe’s suggestions as he tried not to focus on his brother’s hands on his body.

 

[Victoraeon]

When Noah began moving he sighed a little in relief and began moving his hips again as well once he realized he had stopped and even tried grinding against Noah’s a few times. It was turning into a sort of game to see how far he could ‘innocently’ flirt with him before it became too obvious there was actually honest desire behind every single gesture.

It felt so ridiculously good to be dancing with Noah. More than anything it was an excuse for physical contact… something he couldn’t seem to get enough of from his brother. That’s why he took every chance he got to touch his arm, his knee, ruffle his hair, nudge, poke, anything… Gabriel thought back to what Noah had said at the bar and got an idea,

“I know this probably isn’t your cup of tea but you gotta admit it is a little fun. Tell me, Noah, what’s your definition of fun?”

Gabe gave Noah’s derriere a light squeeze before he stepped back to give them both some air and with one hand running along Noah’s arm until their fingers linked, pulled him into a slow spin so that they were facing each other again. He quirked a brow and smirked.

It took him a moment to remember their fingers were still linked. He let Noah’s hand fall away and awkwardly scratched the back of his head, his smirk turning into more of a cheesy smile which he tried to shake off as the next track began playing. In his head he was willing the bulge in his pants to go away, hoping Noah hadn’t noticed it pressing against his back when they were dancing so closely.

"Is that a new shirt? It looks really good on you, Noah… you should show some skin more often.” He chuckled ruefully,
“I’m pretty sure the bartender was checking you out… actually I’m pretty sure a lot of the people in here think you're hot as hell.” He almost added, ‘Can’t blame them.’ but first he thought he’d see how Noah would respond. Gabriel watched the lights dance across Noah's features, silhouetting him, tinting his lithe form different colors... but it was the way they glinted in his eyes he found more mesmerizing. He glanced at the floor and then back to Noah. Gabe was half afraid Noah would be able to read him or that his carefully constructed poker face was slipping... and he had half a mind to let it.

 

[Iridescent]

As they danced together, Noah couldn’t help but feel Gabe grind against him every so often, and while he was sure that he felt something poking at his butt as they grinded, he figured it was just due to the nature of the dance, and not because he was dancing with Noah. Gabe knew better than to like his own brother; at least, that’s what Noah figured. Noah was naïve, and therefore very susceptible to falling for someone, whether it was his brother or otherwise. Unfortunately, it was his brother, and he couldn’t get away from it.

Hearing Gabe’s question in his ear, Noah waited until his brother turned him around to answer, although he didn’t exactly have an answer in mind that wouldn’t sound completely lame. “I don’t really know,” he started, which was the complete truth due to the fact that his mind was completely blank, “I guess maybe playing video games?” He felt his face heat up as he said it, knowing that his brother would think that he was a total dork.

Noah’s gaze danced along his brother’s torso, and he couldn’t help but thread his fingers through the separate holes in the material, his fingers resting against the skin of Gabe’s stomach. Listening to him speak, Noah looked up from his trance, smiling innocently. “Actually this shirt is from like, seventh grade,” he admitted, chuckling, “I figured the club scene required tighter-fitting clothing.”

Noah’s cheeks were on fire as soon as Gabe hinted that many of the people in the club probably thought he was ‘hot as hell’. “Is that what… you think?” he asked, tracing circles along his brother’s abdomen, wondering why he would say such a thing if he didn’t think it himself.

 

[Victoraeon]

Gabe smiled down at Noah, his voice rich with sarcasm,
“Video games? Wow. You’re easy.” He watched Noah’s face gradually turn redder and redder, much to his delight. He was picking up on some vibes in his favor but it was too soon to act on them, as much as he wanted kiss Noah passionately, confess his undying love, jump Noah’s bones… have his wicked way with him in a dark alleyway. His train of thought got derailed when he felt soft fingertips against his stomach.

“Oh, heh sorry.” he cleared his throat when Noah told him about the shirt… it did look familiar but then it did fit with the whole ‘club scene’ fashion bit, “Er—well it does fit you nicely.” And just when he had managed to rev up his suave image, the boy (who was already fraying his nerves with each subtle touch) just had to throw the question right back at him. He opened his mouth but his witty retort was somewhat lagging so it came out as a surprised laugh.

Lucky for him he was saved by a stranger tapping Noah on the shoulder. He was about as tall as Gabe though he had more defined muscles and short cropped hair; Ripped up tank top, black shorts with an assortment of chains dangling from them, and a couple piercings.

Gabe let Noah go out of courtesy in case he wanted to dance with the fellow but he could already feel a twinge of jealousy twisting in his gut as thoughts of some strange guy or gal dancing dirty with his Noah… alright so dragging his brother to a dance club probably wasn’t the wisest idea then but it was a start. It’s not as if he could ask him out on a proper date… or rather he didn’t have the nerve to. It had taken him this long just to get this far.

‘Ugh. And the guy’s a looker too.’ The guy looked at Noah through half shaded eyes and spoke in a smooth almost velvety tone,
“Hey lovely, wanna dance?” Gabe, being a good sport, shrugged and smiled reassuringly to let Noah know it was okay with him.

 

[Iridescent]

While Noah waited for Gabe to answer him, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Unwinding his fingers from his brother’s shirt, he turned around, looking up at the handsome man who had approached him. At first he was hesitant about dancing with the man, seeing as he came to the club with Gabe, but his brother seemed fine with it, so he smiled up at the man and nodded. “Sure, I’d be happy to,” he replied, following the man to a spot not too far away from where he previously was.

Since the only real club dancing he knew was what Gabe showed him, Noah turned so that his back was to the man, allowing him to place his hands on his hips, swaying in rhythm. If he were to compare, it didn’t feel the same as when he danced with his brother, mostly because he felt sparks when he was with Gabe. With this other man, no matter how attractive he was, there were just no sparks, but he continued on with the dancing, as he would’ve felt bad if he left his dance partner in the middle of a song.

As he danced, his gaze continually drifted over to Gabe, and he smiled every time he caught his brother’s eye. If things would only go his way, then him and Gabe could be together, but the law forbids it, as does the fact that Gabe would never have feelings for a nerd like him. Whose idea of fun is video games? His brother’s most likely looking for someone whose idea of fun is messing around and having sex, and he was still a virgin.

Taking his eyes off of Gabe, he looked up at the man he was dancing with, smiling a less than genuine smile. “So, what’s your name?” he asked casually, hoping that the guy was nice enough. Noah would really hate for his first time in a club to be disastrous; he’d heard stories about clubs being dangerous places, and he really wasn’t looking to become a statistic.

 

[Victoraeon]

“Call me ‘Jake’.”
Gabe joined in a larger circle of people buy kept an eye on Noah. Each time their eyes happened to meet he felt his heart beat a little faster. He hoped his brother was having fun. A girl with a mess of glow sticks pulled him deeper into the circle and he lost sight of Noah for a minute but he figured he’d be alright so he let loose, throwing his head back so that his hair whipped around.

The guy who called himself Jake seemed to be enjoying the dancing… in fact he was really getting into it. Jake slid his hands lower, groping Noah’s ass and before the slender boy in his arms could protest much he was already moving on, hands moving to his front and pulling him back farther with each grind perhaps a little too forcefully… and those fingers easily slipping up under the edge of Noah’s too-tight shirt, over his chest, and tweaking a nipple before Noah untangled himself and headed for the restroom looking shaken.

None too happy about having his advances rejected after such a sweet young thing so willingly danced against him, Jake followed him through the crowd, down the corridor to the men’s room where he quickly determined they were alone, flipped the lock, and backed him into the corner,

“Are you shy or did you just really have to take a piss?” he caught both of Noah’s wrists and pinned them above his head with one hand, the other gripping his chin and forcing him to meet his eyes,
“Huh, slut?” his voice became a low growl.

 

[Iridescent]

The first sign that something was wrong was when Jake, as he called himself, gripped his ass, and began forcefully pulling Noah closer to him with every grind. Jake’s hand soon found its way up his shirt, the pinching of his nipple the last straw before Noah retreated and scurried off to the restroom. Nobody had ever manhandled him like that before, and it was scary to say the least. In the back of his mind, he sincerely hoped that Gabe saw everything, and was currently giving Jake what for. When the restroom door opened, he whipped his head around. “Gabe?” he inquired before realizing that it wasn’t his brother at the door, his heart sinking as he heard the lock latch.

As Jake advanced on him, Noah backed up until his back hit wall, and it wasn’t until the man reached him that he realized he was in the corner. There was no way out, and Noah let out a whimper of pain as his wrists were pinned above his head. “Jake… please let me go, I was just looking to have a good time tonight,” he voiced, his eyes beginning to fill with tears, “I don’t want any trouble.”

His eyes flew to the door of the restroom, knowing it was locked but secretly hoping that Gabe would come by, know that he was in trouble and kick it down to rescue him. The more sane part of him realized that it was probably made of a very strong material, and wouldn’t be able to be kicked down no matter how hard someone tried. Noah’s gaze tore back to Jake’s menacing eyes, his gaze pleading for his release, the first few tears leaving their safe haven.

 

[Victoraeon]

Jake laughed darkly and brushed his lips against the side of Noah’s face, “Ohhh… I can show you a good time, Sweetheart.” his tongue slithered into Noah’s ear and he bit down on the lobe at the first sign of the boy struggling. The man let Noah’s chin go and drifted his hand down his chest to his lower abdomen, fingernails grazing the skin just under the hem of his pants,

“The way you were dancing, I thought you wanted this…” Jake grabbed Noah’s crotch and rubbed up and down the length of his cock through the tight fabric a few times before squeezing, “…wanted someone to fuck that tight little ass of yours.”

Out on the dance floor, Gabe looked to the spot he had last seen Noah but they weren’t there. He waded through the crowd but found they weren’t at the bar either. Something cold grew in the pit of his stomach as he looked around and headed for the corridor. That something turned into panic when he saw the door was shut. He knocked and called,
“Hey! Is somebody in there?”

Jake on the other side quickly brought his hand up to muffle any sound Noah might make,
“We’re kinda busy in here! Use the other one across the hall!”

Gabe rested his head against the door, at a loss for where Noah might be. The other unisex bathroom was open and he doubted he had gone in the Ladies room. It wasn’t like Noah to just up and wander off without giving him a heads up. Sighing, he pulled out his cell and hit speed-dial… that’s when he heard it. Gabriel pressed his ear against the door and heard the faint sound of Noah’s ringtone on the other side.

Jake smirked at Noah when it went quiet. “Looks like you’re all mine for a while.” He traced the line of tears staining Noah’s cheek with his tongue. And then Noah’s phone went off.

Jake jumped when he heard the lock slide back and the door swing in. Gabe stood there, plastic bonus points card in hand and a look of utter horror mixed with shock and unfettered rage on his face.

In an instant he was across the room tearing the man off of Noah and snapping his head to the side with a brutal punch. Jake staggered to his feet and took off. Gabriel, as much as he wanted to chase after the bastard was more concerned that Noah was alright. Gabe pulled Noah into his arms,
“Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Oh god—Noah? I’m so, so sorry… let’s get you home…”

 

[Iridescent]

Noah listened to Jake speak, every word causing more tears to fall down his face. As much as he wanted to be strong and stand up to this man, he just couldn’t. It wasn’t in his nature to fight back, to be brave, and he knew that. A sinking feeling in his stomach told him that he wasn’t getting out of this one. Gasping as he felt Jake’s hand on his crotch, he could feel his cock hardening under the man’s touch, his body betraying his mind. It made him feel dirty and repulsive, and he wanted nothing more than for it to stop.

Suddenly, he heard Gabe’s voice outside the door, asking if anyone was in there. Noah opened his mouth to speak, to yell out, to say anything, but Jake clasped a hand over his mouth before he could, causing Noah to sob loudly into the older man’s hand. It had grown quiet again, and Noah was sure that Gabe had believed Jake, and had gone looking for him elsewhere. Jake wanted to have sex with him, and Noah wasn’t sure he was getting out of there with his virginity intact.

Just as Noah felt Jake’s slimy tongue trace the tear stains on his face, he heard his phone go off, eyes widening as the door burst open. Gabe stood there, mixed emotions splayed on his face as he tore Jake off of him. Noah slunk to the ground as his brother dealt with the man, pulling his knees up to his chest and sobbing into them. That night was probably the most traumatic night of his entire life thus far. He was never going to listen to Gabe about getting out of the house to have fun ever again.

Once Jake ran off, Noah looked up as he heard Gabe speaking to him, tracing his fingers over his wrists as he was asked if he was hurt. The man had pressed against his wrists pretty hard, so there was bound to be bruising there, some discoloration already starting to show. Noah nodded as Gabe suggested that they go home, probably the first sane thing he’d heard all day. Getting to his feet, he stumbled slightly before walking properly, allowing his brother to lead him out of the bathroom and the club, hoping that he never had to see that place again.

 

[Victoraeon]

Gabe supported Noah, steadying him as they walked out. The night he had hoped would sort of ‘break the ice’ had turned into a disaster and now he knew he’d never be able to talk Noah into a night out ever again… that, however, was the least of his worries when he glanced at Noah in the passenger-side seat.

“Noah…” his voice was soft as he reached across the seat and took hold of Noah’s hand, smoothing his thumb against the back of it, but he couldn’t think of anything to say so he just focused on the road and getting Noah home safe.

Once inside their town house, Gabe made sure Noah was okay for a minute while he called the police and filed a report and then put in a call to the nightclub for good measure. He returned to the living room and perched on the couch beside Noah as if he was an animal liable to spook.

When he had busted in on them, Noah had still been wearing clothes so he figured nothing too awful had happened but then the way that man had been holding Noah was awful enough… knowing what could’ve happened had he walked away… knowing that he let Noah go off with him. Gabe shook his head, still mentally kicking himself for ever suggesting they go out.

Still he had to know, “Noah, what … what exactly did he do to you?” His eyes stung but he wasn’t about to let Noah see him cry. Not now.

 

[Iridescent]

Noah got in his brother’s car, wordlessly going over the day’s events the whole way back to their house, smiling sadly as Gabe took his hand. It wasn’t his fault that Jake came into the picture, he was just trying to get Noah out of the house and away from his homework to have a little fun; he didn’t deserve for Noah to be mad at him. Squeezing Gabe’s hand softly, he looked at the scenery out the window for the rest of the drive, entering the house and sighing, glad to be away from that place.

Sitting on the couch, he listened to Gabe call the police and the club, knowing that his reports were futile. When his brother finally joined him on the couch, he turned to him, sighing shakily. “They’re not going to find him. I doubt Jake was even his real name,” he said, looking back down at his twiddling fingers.

Then Gabe asked him a question that opened up the floodgates. Once the question was asked, Noah’s eyes teared up again, and he recalled the events to Gabe. “He, um, said he was going to f-fuck me,” he said, a single tear rolling down his cheek, “and he grabbed me here.” Noah mimicked Jake grabbing his crotch, letting out another tear as he did so, realizing he was still semi-hard there.

 

[Victoraeon]

Gabes eyes went wide. He knew it was bad but—still—
“Arrgh. That sonofbitch!” He raked his fingers through his hair and tried to calm himself. All the things he wanted to do to that punk flashed in his mind's eye... he had always considered Noah to be his little bro but never had he felt so posessive... he guessed that came with the territory of almost losing the one thing you care most about.

His voice was still tinged with anger, “I never should’ve let you out of my sight…” and then he began to ramble, and gesture wildly with his hands like he always did when he was ultimately failing at expressing his emotions, “…never should’ve talked you into going there. Damn it. I was just so---just wanted you to have fun, I should’ve thought of something else… an arcade, arcades are good places. Shit. The thought of him—shit. I’m sorry. I could use a drink. Could you use a drink? I could use a drink.”

Gabe stood up and went to get some Peach Liquor from the top of the cabinet. He figured it was better than beer as it was sweet and syrup-like and well… fruity. He had noticed the face Noah made at the Guinness, true it was an acquired taste… but then he wondered why his brother had made such an effort to finish it. As he settled back on the couch with two glasses he dismissed the thought and smiled kindly at Noah.

“Even if it’s slim that they’ll catch him, he’s got a report on him now, I described him to the owner of the club and they’ll keep an eye out for him. The front door is locked. I’m here. You’re safe. How about some of the Peach to take the edge off of your nerves,” he reached and gently caressed Noah’s face, smoothing his hair… afraid his brother would flinch from his touch, “maybe take a shower… and we can watch a movie—your choice—and we’ll just hunker down for the evening? Or I mean if you just wanna crash…” he shrugged, eyes dropping away.

 

[Iridescent]

Noah watched as Gabe paced about, hands flying as he rambled about how he never should’ve taken him there. It was true, it would’ve been safer if he hadn’t gone to the club, but it wasn’t necessarily Gabe’s fault. When his brother finished speaking, Noah watched as he grabbed two glasses of peach liqueur. It was in the special liquor cabinet that Noah didn’t dare touch, mostly because he wasn’t a drinker, at all, but also because Gabe had told him once not to touch the liquor in there because he bought it all, so it was for his hands and mouth only.

Moving over on the loveseat to make room for Gabe, he smiled as he mentioned that he was safe. “Nothing that happened tonight was your fault, Gabe,” he reassured his brother, the soft smile remaining on his face, “it was all Jake’s. Don’t beat yourself up about it.” Noah didn’t flinch away as he felt his brother caress his face, welcoming his touch, as it was the only touch he could trust. As Gabe finished speaking, Noah put a hand gently on his arm, leaning closer to him. “I don’t want to be alone tonight,” he whispered, continuing to inch dangerously close to Gabe, “please don’t leave me.”

Their lips now mere centimetres apart, Noah took it upon himself to close the distance between them, their mouths melding together. The kiss only lasted a few seconds before Noah quickly broke it, his facial expression one of worry and fright. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Well, yeah, I meant to, but I didn’t want to. I mean I wanted to, just not at that moment. I’m so sorry, Gabe. Don’t be mad at me,” he rambled, looking away from his brother in shame. That was it, the secret was out. His feelings for Gabe were now out in the open. Noah thought for a moment, thinking he could maybe just pass it off as him just feeling vulnerable. That could work.

 

[Victoraeon]

Gabriel looked up when Noah touched him. The one thought he kept playing over and over was ‘Take care of Noah.’ so when Noah leaned in closer he was confused, he could feel his face growing hot at their proximity but the kiss—the kiss was at least a decade of sexual tension and love all rolled up into one little gesture that came out of the blue.

He froze when he felt Noah’s soft lips against his but then it was over.
The look on Noah’s face made him want to launch himself across the couch but he knew his brother was probably feeling fragile and he didn’t want to do anything else stupid. Then Noah began rambling in the adorable way he sometimes did when he was nervous or there was something he was holding back… apparently they had something in common.

Like an ocean wave, “wanted to” crashed down on him and he framed that beautiful face with his hands, pulling Noah back and capturing those lips he craved so. His thumbs caressed Noah’s temples and while he was gentle, he held him there and slowly devoured those lips like a starving man. He ran his tongue along Noah’s bottom lip seeking permission, sucking the tender flesh between his teeth and worrying it.

 

[Iridescent]

As Noah sat there, his mind swam with scenarios of how Gabe would react to what he did and said, but what he wasn’t expecting was to be pulled back in for another kiss. Letting out a surprised yelp as their lips joined for the second time, his heart raced as he threw his arms around his brother’s neck. While the sight could’ve been construed as incestuous and wrong, Noah was feeling nothing but warmth and love radiating from the mouth that was placed over his. This was what he’d always wanted; to kiss his brother, to have his brother give him the love he so much wanted, and in some strange turn of events, he was getting exactly that.

Noah soon felt Gabe’s tongue tracing his bottom lip, his breath hitching at the feeling. Readily opening his mouth to allow his brother’s tongue entrance, he let out a soft moan as his tongue cautiously reached out to touch his brother’s, to lick it and taste it, and it felt amazing. Their mouths still locked, Noah moved so that his legs were straddling Gabe’s waist, his hands winding themselves in his brother’s fishnet top, his nails gently scraping against Gabe’s skin as his tongue explored the mouth it now inhabited.

 

[Victoraeon]

His arms slid down Noah’s sides when he felt those graceful arms wind around his neck. Having Noah’s soft lips yield and kiss him back was just… Gabe moaned softly into the kiss. He was so wrapped up in it that he barely noticed when Noah virtually jumped into his lap. Finally he broke the kiss when he began to run out of breath and rested his forehead against Noah’s,

“…Noah?” he panted, “Do you… is this—?” though he found it hard to put together a coherent sentence when all of his blood was rushing to a certain part of him that wasn’t his brain… a part that Noah happened to be sitting on and with each shift of weight and touch and breath was sending ripples of heat through him.
Gabriel trailed feathery kisses along Noah’s jawbone, down… his lips moved against the curve Noah’s neck,

“Is this what you want?” He didn’t want to take advantage of his little brother, he had already trampled on enough lines of morality it would be a shame to wreck it all by doing something Noah wasn’t ready for or truly didn’t want… even if every fiber of his being was aching for it.

 

[Iridescent]

Watching his brother through half-lidded eyes, Noah couldn’t help but move his hips against Gabe’s, gasping at the friction it caused, feeling just how hard his brother really was. Noah reached down, pulling on the hem of Gabe’s fishnet top, removing it and tossing it to the side, pressing a few kisses to his chest. Once Noah got the go ahead that Gabe liked him back, he started purely acting on impulse, not giving a second thought to what he was doing. It was his brother’s words that stopped him though, bringing him out of the trance as he looked up at him.

“Gabe, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this…” he admitted, blushing as he gave a light peck to his brother’s lips, “I love you, so much.” His eyes began to tear up out of joy, and he pressed his lips hard against Gabe’s, savouring the way he tasted as he slipped his tongue past those lips once again. It made him feel so happy inside to know that his brother wanted this too.

 

[Victoraeon]

Gabriel curled his tongue around Noah’s and broke the kiss before gently pushing Noah back on the couch and straddling him. With both hands he peeled the tight shirt up over Noah’s head and it soon joined his own on the floor… along with his belt once he remembered how to undo the damn thing. He pressed a chaste kiss on Noah’s forehead, a not-so-chaste kiss on his lips and then dragged his tongue down his neck, pausing to run it along Noah’s defined collar bones, and with a somewhat wicked grin, to his nipple which he sucked into his mouth.

At first he nicked it with his canines and then laved it with his tongue as he swept across Noah’s chest to the other one, all the while his fingernails light scratching at Noah’s sides. When he reached the hem of Noah’s pants he looked up before undoing the zipper and pulling them off as well. He palmed Noah’s cock through his underwear and placed kisses along his hipbones before tugging the fabric down with his teeth.
Gabriel paused a moment to take in the sight of Noah—his Noah—naked and sprawled out on the couch below him. It sort of took his breath away.

“…You’re so hot…”

Taking Noah’s cock in his hand, he dragged his tongue up the velvety flesh a few times to get it nice and slick, and then he began stroking it slowly in on hand while the other lightly cupped his balls, rolling them around on his fingers.

 

[Iridescent]

Once his brother had taken off his own shirt, Noah knew that they were really doing this. They were going to have sex, and it would be beautiful; two souls in love finally coming together to share an act of pure attraction, no matter if they were blood related or otherwise. Tonight, they were merely two men who were about to passionately make love to each other for the first time, and that was enough for Noah.

Shuddering when Gabe’s mouth latched onto his nipples, he let out a guttural groan as he continued to work slowly toward his pants. When he finally reached them, Noah bucked his hips in appreciation, giving a high-pitched moan as his cock was palmed through his underwear before they were removed as well. Noah lay there, his naked body under scrutiny from his brother’s eyes, but his eyes opened as he heard Gabe call him hot.

Opening his mouth to answer, his words were immediately swallowed by another moan as Gabe grabbed his cock, making him squirm as his tongue was dragged along it. “Oh god, Gabe…” he breathed out, bucking his hips into his brother’s hand.

 

[Victoraeon]

A feral grin spread across Gabriel’s features,
“Mmm Noah… does that feel good?” but he didn’t wait long for an answer and swallowed Noah’s whole, tongue swirling around the length as his head bobbed up and down slowly. He was absolutely loving each little reaction and was avidly making mental notes of what Noah seemed to like… his triggers… his ‘spots’… he was learning so much about his brother that he never would have known otherwise and enjoying every moment of it.

The way Noah was just coming undone by the things was only serving to make him hotter. The bulge in his pants was becoming that delicious kind of uncomfortable as he heard the little noises Noah was making. His lips came off of Noah’s cock with an audible pop and he stood long enough to remove his ripped up jeans which were constraining his own swollen cock and then resumed his place on the couch between Noah’s legs.

Gabe stuck two fingers in his mouth so they were coated in spit and then rubbed them around the tight ring of Noah’s ass while continuing to stroke the smaller male’s member with his deft fingers. He slipped one finger inside Noah and then and other and began scissoring them while he watched Noah’s face to make sure he wasn't freaking him out.

 

[Iridescent]

Noah’s face began to burn from how flushed he had become, words escaping him as he groaned in response to Gabe’s questioning. Soon, his brother’s mouth engulfed his cock, and he moaned loudly as he felt that wet warmth surround him. It felt so incredible to be receiving a blowjob from his brother; whether it was because it was the first blowjob he ever received, or because of how much he lusted after his brother, he didn’t know, but he liked to believe it was the latter. Gabe was the only man that Noah ever dreamt about doing this with, and he was beyond ecstatic that it his dreams were finally coming true.

The boy whimpered when his brother’s mouth left his cock, and he couldn’t help but reach down and stroke himself, a less than satisfactory replacement for the absent mouth. Noah watched as Gabe removed his jeans, biting his lip as he realized that they were getting nearer and nearer to the act that would bring them closer than they had ever been.

Noah gasped as his brother’s fingers began circling around his ass hole, allowing Gabe to take over stroking his cock as he tried to relax himself for what was to come. He hissed as one finger slipped inside of him, whimpering when a second one found its way inside as well. Noah laid his head back, trying his best to get used to the intrusions, knowing that this was only preparing him for the main attraction.