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It’s only the next day when he leaves Chris alone in the younger’s bedroom before going all the way up to Nick’s room. He thought about holding out, leaving it a few days, but yesterday was just a taste, and god it was sweet.
Nick’s hands were so skilled and his movements were so purposeful, and Matt came so quickly that he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Craved the feeling of those hands on him again so badly, it felt like he wouldn’t survive without them.
And Nick didn’t exactly complain when he saw how aroused Matt was. He only encouraged it, with his hands and his words. He knew what his stories did to Matt, knew it would have him pushing against the confines of his boxers.
He quite likes the idea of Nick knowing, because then it means that every time he told Matt a story, he was fully aware of Matt’s arousal, and yet he continued. He wanted Matt to immerse himself and get aroused, probably loved how powerful he felt at making Matt come apart.
And Matt f*cking loved it.
Each step up to Nick’s room makes his palms sweat more and his anxiety grow exponentially. He shouldn’t be scared, realistically, as Nick had been the one to initiate everything, had been the one to drop to his knees in front of Matt and get him all riled up.
He sees Nick on the bed when he gets in, casually watching his phone, and softly strides over, taking a moment to admire the boy as he stands at the side of the bed. Nick hasn’t greeted him yet, but the smirk on his lips makes Matt know that Nick knows exactly why he’s here.
He lies down next to Nick cautiously, so slowly as to not disturb the boy from his phone. He barely lifts the duvet as he slips under it, lying on his stomach and pressing closer to steal some of the older’s warmth. He ducks his head under the boy’s arm and hides his face against the muscle there.
Nick hums disapprovingly though, and when Matt lifts his head to ask what the problem was, Nick kisses him squarely on the mouth. It’s only slightly surprising, because it truly feels right, like this is really what they’ve been leading up to this whole time.
The thought makes Matt smile into the kiss, and it makes Nick smile too, until they’re both only an inch apart, grinning at each other with eyes searching the other’s face. It’s a rare soft moment for them, and they’re both more than happy to just lie there and soak each other in for a moment.
Matt initiates the next kiss, and after a minute or two of their lips moving languidly against one another, he feels his desperation start to creep in again, and so he pushes himself up, hovering over Nick. Just as he takes control of the kiss, and starts to fiddle with the strings on Nick’s shorts, the older boy pushes him away.
“Was thinking earlier sweetheart, you’ve never told me any stories. Now how is that fair, hm?” Nick asks as he strokes the skin at the back of Matt’s neck.
“Didn’t think you wanted to hear about me, all of my experience is with girls and well, you.” Matt answers solemnly, but his mood quickly picks up when he sees the satisfaction take over Nick’s face. Nick revels in that answer, Matt can see it, takes pride that he was the exception, he was the one who Matt wanted.
It was probably a bit too big of an ego inflator for Nick, but Matt can’t find himself to regret what he said when Nick flips them over, straddling the younger and holding his balance by pinning Matt’s arms to the bed. It’s not a tight grip, Matt feels like he could easily slip out if he wanted to. But when they’re like this, with Nick looking down at him with those eyes, Matt can’t think of a single reason why he would want to.
“You’re right, I don’t. I want to hear something else. Something that may even be new to you. Your fantasies - with a boy.” Nick speaks the last word slowly, contrasting the quickening of Matt’s heartbeat. Nick wants him to talk about the fantasies he’s had about him, his older brother, which is almost as embarrassing as it is lewd.
He hesitates, and Nick notices, because he’s quick to reassure the younger, hand intertwining with Matt’s own and squeezing.
“Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you baby.” Nick reassures, and Matt has to squeeze Nick’s hand back to make sure he’s not dreaming. He watches him peel away his shirt and pants, and Matt goes to follow, but only gets his shirt off before Nick prompts him again.
“I - I want your mouth on me, Nick, please. It’s all I could think about when you got on your knees for me yesterday.” Matt whines out, but he doesn’t have to beg for too long, because Nick is already shuffling down, pulling Matt’s trousers as he goes. Matt shuffles out of them rapidly, and makes an indignant noise when Nick holds him against the bed.
Matt gnaws on his bottom lip and tries to grind his hips, but Nick holds him back firmly with hands on either side of his hips. “Nick, don’t tease,” Matt murmurs as he looks down at the older.
Nick just smiles, thumbs rubbing circles into his skin. “So hot, all for me,” he says, eyes on the co*ck tucked in his boxers. He leans forward to press a kiss on his hardening length, moaning slightly before leaning back to grin up at Matt.
Matt’s eyes close, hips leaning forward to chase Nick’s plush, wet lips. He sighs in content when the older’s lips find his co*ck again, barely ghosting over him with a soft growl. Nick’s hands slide over his thighs, and everytime they get close to the base of his co*ck, tingles shoot up his body.
He mimics his actions yesterday, and only pulls Matt’s co*ck out of his pants, before he fully gets his mouth around him.
He takes him down fully, before Matt sees him contemplating something, and so he’s not as suprised as he would have been, when Nick pulls off and says to him to “f*ck his mouth, hard.”
Matt startles Nick slightly when he thrusts halfway in, chasing the tight heat of Nick’s throat. Nick moans around the flesh in his mouth as Matt’s co*ck hits the back of his mouth. Matt set the pace, using his grip on Nick’s hair to push him forward and pull him off.
The older boy finally takes his hands off Matt’s thighs, which he had been squeezing so hard they had gone bright red, moving them to the base of Matt’s co*ck to jerk off what he couldn’t fit in his mouth. Matt’s eyes squeeze shut and his mouth falls open in a gasp at the stimulation.
“Nick, f*ck ok stop, or I’ll cum down your throat” Matt warns, and any semblance of control he had mustered while Nick was sucking him off crumbles when he hears Nick whisper “next time.”
He physically chokes at the implication, and looks at Nick with wide eyes, but the older boy flashes him an innocent smile and tilts his head.
“What next, handsome? Nick teases, and motions between them.
“I -um, I thought about you being in front of me like this, I wanna see you open yourself up so bad, holy f*ck.”
“Only if I get to see a little show while I do it.” Nick winks, and moves down the bed, settling onto his tummy. Matt definitely isn’t arguing with those conditions, and finally strips off his pants fully, co*ck jumping slightly as soon as he puts his hand on it.
Nick motions his head to the side and Matt catches on quickly, throwing the tube of lube down to Nick’s awaiting hand. Just seeing him spread it all over his fingers is erotic, and the precum leaking out of his co*ck only increases as he watches the older boy. He strokes himself slowly, the only reason being that he would hate himself for finishing like this.
When Nick gets his first finger in, he gasps and his eyes flutter shut, and it’s without question the most mesmerising sight Matt has ever seen. He can’t believe how reactive Nick is from just one finger. It’s everything he imagined and more.
He can see Nick censoring himself though, biting his lip to hold back some of the moans. He can’t have that.
“Nick, I wanna hear you, stroked myself to how you would sound the other day. I need to hear you, c’mon.” Matt begs, not above pleading to get what he wants. He sees Nick sigh in slight annoyance, but smirks when he hears the first groan slip out.
He goes to slip two fingers into his hole, soft and wet now. He f*cks them deep and hard, punctuating every other thrust with a filthy comment about how wet and ready he is for Matt. Matt had gotten hard to almost every one of Nick’s stories, but hearing Nick’s dirty words with his own name at the end, that was something else.
“Now, Matt, I’m ready, get down here before I cum on my own f*cking fingers.” Nick barks out, and Matt would almost think he was annoyed if it wasn’t for his voice breaking at the end. Nick’s throat sounded like that because of him, Matt thinks, and he doesn’t know how, but it may have somehow made his voice even f*cking hotter, how does his brother do it, he has no idea.
He crawls down to Nick and kisses him again, just because he can now, before he pushes him onto all fours and lines himself up. He fists a hand in Nick’s hair as he pushes in, and god, the suction was insane. Nick was pulling him in, and Matt doesn't stop moaning until he finally bottoms out.
He leans down and slips his arm under Nick’s chest for good grip and strokes the older boy’s stomach, pressing kisses to his back while he f*cks his hips in a filthy mess of a rhythm, deep and hard and relentless. He’s moving like a machine has taken over him, pistoning his hips in and out of Nick’s hole at a bewildering speed.
The tightness around his co*ck forces high-pitched whines out of his mouth, and he can hear Nick laughing breathily before he speaks.
“You like that Matt, yeah? Can’t help but make those pretty little noises can you?” And Matt can’t see Nick’s face, but he can hear the smugness, and can only imagine the co*cky smirk that he’s probably sporting. He just f*cks him harder, stuffing him full before pulling out fully, waiting until he cries for Matt to fill him up again.
“f*ck yourself on my co*ck, Nick. Find that sweet spot, I know you want to.” Matt barely manages to gasp out, and feels his limbs go weightless when Nick does just that. Matt’s big enough that he brushes Nick’s prostate anyway, but when Nick angles his hips a certain way, he loudly wails, and Matt hisses when he starts clenching on his co*ck.
Nick moans brokenly a minute or two later, coming quietly into the sheets, but Matt keeps going, f*cking in and out, using him while Nick gladly takes it, lets out strings of ‘yes yes more’, tempting Matt to push him into overstimulation.
Matt continues to f*ck him, filling him up, co*ck spearing into him until his thrusts turn erratic, like he’s going to cum. He groans Nick’s name, deep and resonating throughout his chest, and watches Nick twitch under him at the sound. The younger keeps going, f*cking his cum into Nick’s ass until it’s leaking out of the boy.
When he begrudgingly pulls out, he falls backwards tiredly and huffs out when Nick lands on top of his chest. He doesn’t complain though, an armful of his favourite boy is nothing to moan about.
Nick’s in his ear immediately after, whining about Matt either getting a cloth, or carrying him to the shower, and Matt smiles at the ceiling whilst Nick continues. This is the brother he knows and loves, and he’s so glad that even after this, Nick hasn’t changed. It makes him excited for next time.
Because like Nick said earlier, there will be a next time.
