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When Bro gets home from his Saturday night gig, he isn't surprised to see Dave half asleep on the futon with only a lamp and the glare of the television screen illuminating the room, though he is surprised to see what looks like softcore porn playing like white noise in the background. On the screen, one man sits astride another’s lap, hands on his chest, as the other practically devours his mouth as his hand strokes both of them off. Bro has never had many doubts about Dave's sexuality, but his porn choice certainly puts any lingering doubts to bed.

The door closes behind Bro with a nearly silent click, but the sound is enough for Dave to startle awake, looking over his shoulder at Bro and then back at the screen in a panic. Half asleep and panicked, his usual stoicism is nowhere to be found. “This isn't what it looks like!”

Bro raises an eyebrow, silently asking Dave if he would like to revise that statement. Dave sighs, still jittery but seeming significantly less afraid as Bro starts casually removing his shoes and jacket. Bro wonders if Dave was worried about Bro’s reaction to him being a queer. Stupid thing to be worried about, all things considered, but there have been weirder things Dave has failed to realize over the years than his brother’s attraction towards other men. One such example is Bro’s attraction to not just men, but to Dave specifically—Bro has been worried that Dave would notice since the feelings started developing, but Dave seems determined to remain oblivious, which Bro has mixed feelings about.

“Okay, well, maybe it’s kind of what it looks like. But I'm not jacking off out here or anything! And I'm not gay!” Dave finally grabs the remote and pauses the porn, leaving the image frozen on the image of lips pulled apart just enough to see tongues entwined with one another.

Bro walks over and sits by Dave on the futon, unwilling to be deterred by the vision on screen practically begging to be examined in the dimly lit room. Instead, he stares Dave down, eyes meeting through their shades. Though he can't see Dave’s eyes properly through the lenses, Bro knows his brother, and when Bro looks at Dave, Dave is almost always looking right back at him, as if he can't resist. “I wasn't worried about you crankin’ your hog before, but now that you mention it I feel like I should make sure you’re aware it’s considered rude to get off in another man’s bed without him present. And if you’re not gay, this is a curious choice of porn. Don’t you know how to use the search function properly?”

Dave blusters for a moment in response to Bro's teasing, face turning a rather becoming shade of red. Even if Dave had been getting off in his bed, Bro wouldn't mind so long as he looked like that. He would even enjoy it.

Dave interrupts that train of thought, pouting at Bro with his arms crossed. “I can use the search function just fine! But I think men and women are both hot, so I'm not gay. Besides, I told you, I wasn't jacking off! I know the bro code, Bro. It’d be all kinds of uncool for me to come out here for that when I've got a perfectly nice bed in my own room for that. I could set it up really nice in there for myself, lighting a candle, setting up some mood music, laying myself out on a comfy blanket like some maiden in a painting just waiting for her virtue to be besmirched. But unlike that maiden, I’d be the one tainting my own virtue, making a real show of it where no one else could see. Which is why I would do it in my room. Far away from your cameras. Because jackoff time is just for me and no one else needs to witness that shit.” For all that he’s saying a lot of words, Dave’s ramble contains as little substance as usual. It does give a good indication of his mental state, though. The kid is thinking about his virginity.

The thought of anyone touching Dave makes Bro want to grab his toy chest from the crawl space to pull out a cock cage or a chastity belt. But however strong the temptation is, he knows that, as weird as their relationship is, locking away Dave’s junk so only Bro could access it would be crossing a line. Much like Dave watching porn in Bro’s bed should be crossing a line, but Bro doesn't have it in him to mind it when it has given Bro such beautiful mental images. He’s still curious, though. “If you’re not using this shit as spank material, what’re you watching it out here for?”

Though Dave has been staring Bro down through most of the conversation, something about the direct question is enough that he looks away, focusing on the screen instead. Bro immediately wants to grab him by the chin and direct his gaze back to where it belongs, but he suppresses the impulse. Apparently the theme of the night is all about Bro pushing down his desires when it comes to Dave.

Dave’s answer is provided so quietly that Bro doesn't understand it the first time. “...”

“What was that? No one likes a mutterer, Davey.” Bro knocks his knee against Dave’s, needing some kind of physical contact to stop himself from reaching out.

Evidently the childhood nickname is enough to prompt honesty, as Dave takes a deep breath before repeating himself much more clearly, still facing the screen to avoid Bro's stare. “I was studying.”

“Studying what? How to straddle a guy’s lap without falling off?” Bro has never considered porn as a teaching tool, but perhaps that’s a market he could break into. Surely there’s an audience for educational smuppet porn out there.

There’s a pause, as if Dave is reluctant to admit what he possibly could have been studying in a softcore porn video. Bro thinks back on what he saw of it before Dave hit pause, but all that comes to mind is some heavy petting and an excess of closeups of the men making out. Nothing was ever on screen that Bro would consider particularly informative, but maybe he missed the important bits. If Dave was really watching for educational reasons, Bro is happy to film much more helpful content on whatever Dave wants. They can be special videos for Dave’s eyes only, and Bro will be satisfied knowing that Dave is using his films for both educational and masturbatory materials, because there’s no way Dave will be able to resist getting off while watching any one of Bro’s ironic, pornographic masterpieces.

“Kissing! I wanted to know how to be good at kissing, alright? I thought I would be able to figure out the techniques more if it was blown up on the TV out here rather than trying to figure out what was happening in the shitty little pixels on my computer screen. The sex stuff was just a bonus.” Dave crosses his arms, leaning back defensively as he looks down at his lap. He’s hunched in on himself in a way that immediately makes Bro want to tease and prod until Dave opens back up, relaxed rather than defensive, but something about the current topic of conversation only seems to be making Dave shut down more and more.

Dave’s answer isn't what Bro would have expected, but he’s immediately interested in hearing more about why Dave would need a kissing tutorial, even if he is somewhat concerned that pushing the issue might make Dave flash off to his room. “Did the boys complain about your technique or something? That’s pretty lame.”

“No, fuck off!” Dave stands, turning to leave and escape the conversation just as a Bro feared. He won't let Dave get away that easily, though. He flashsteps in front of Dave, blocking his exit route. If Dave wants to run off, he’s going to have to push Bro out of the way, and that will instigate a wrestling match. While wrestling isn’t as intense as their usual strifing sessions, it involves much more direct contact, and Bro is desperate for any excuse to touch Dave at the moment. He almost hopes Dave tries to move him just so he can justify putting his hands all over him.

Maybe Bro can goad Dave into continuing his attempt to flee. “If you don't have anyone whining in your ear about it, what makes you think you need kissing lessons?”

“Everyone can stand to improve their kissing technique, right? It’s not a big deal.” The scowl on Dave’s face makes it clear that this is, in fact, a big deal.

Bro smirks, leaning down a bit to be more on Dave's level. Dave hasn't taken his bait, so he’s going to have to push harder. Even if he hates the thought of another man’s lips on Dave, he can get revenge on the kid for the mental image with as much teasing as Dave can handle. And then, when Dave gets angry and pushy, Bro can pin him to the ground and wipe out the images of anyone else with Dave with the much more pleasant picture of Dave trapped beneath him. “I don't think so. My kissing technique is pretty much perfect, no room for improvement. This sounds like a you-specific problem.”

“And what if it is just my problem, huh? What are you going to do about it? Maybe I'm the only one who can't figure out how to kiss on his own. Are you planning on giving out tutorials, Mr. Perfect Kisser?” Dave steps closer, practically nose to nose with Bro. He’s close enough now that Bro can see his eyes even through their shades, and Dave’s eyes are wild with frustration as he continues his tirade. “Do you want to save your sweet innocent baby brother from his fate as a loser who can't get his mack on because everyone knows he’s never been kissed? Protect him from the assumption that he thinks shoving his tongue down someone’s throat would be the height of romance? Is that it, you’re volunteering?” Dave angry and in his face hadn't necessarily been what Bro was going for, but he can work with that. Dave’s usually one to flee from confrontation rather than upping the ante, but he looks good like this, fired up and ready to snap at a moment's notice.

“Sure, I'll volunteer.” Bro chuckles and leans in the miniscule distance necessary to press his lips to Dave’s. The brat doesn't seriously want kissing lessons from Bro, but let it not be said that Bro won't take advantage of an opportunity when it’s been presented to him. When Dave freaks out about the quick press of lips, Bro has the perfect alibi—he wasn't being serious, he was just doing what Dave asked him to do. In the end, it’s even better than getting to pin Dave like he’d been hoping. Bro sees Dave on his back nearly every time they strife, but he hasn't kissed Dave since he was a toddler, begging for every scrap of affection he could get.

Rather than the immediate sputtering and wiping of his mouth that Bro expected from him, however, Dave just stares at him, jaw dropped the tiniest bit in surprise. Bro really wants to lick his way into that mouth, but he knows Dave is likely to start yelling any second and he’d rather his tongue not get bitten in the process.

“What was that?” Dave’s voice is so flat that it’s hardly a question, but Bro decides to treat it like one anyway. He considers stealing Dave’s shades to try and get a better look at his eyes to gauge how he’s feeling, but he doesn't want to startle the kid now. Something interesting is happening, and Bro doesn't think he wants to make Dave run off anymore. He wants to see this through to the end.

“A kiss. That’s what you asked for, isn't it? If you’re worried people are going to think you’re fixated on getting your tongue in their mouth, something like that is a good place to start. Simple, clean, no spit or mess to worry about.” Bro shrugs, refusing to step away. If Dave needs space, Dave will need to step back himself.

“That’s not what I asked for.” Bro opens his mouth to contradict Dave, but he’s cut off before he can say anything. “I asked if you were volunteering for kissing lessons. One kiss isn't a lesson.”

If this is the game Dave wants to play, Bro isn't afraid to indulge in a bit of gay chicken. Dave seems happy to give Bro excuses to touch him tonight, and Bro is happy to take them as long as he has plausible deniability. He’ll never do anything to make his own desires obvious, but if Bro can play this interaction off as him indulging Dave rather than the other way around, this is a golden opportunity.

He’ll make a pretty picture, blushing and spread out on the sheets that have always been only for Bro. Bringing a partner home with Dave in the apartment has never appealed to him, so no one else has ever spent the night on Bro’s futon. He’ll make an exception for Dave, though. Unlike the impersonal bar hookups Bro hasn't indulged in since Dave hit puberty, Dave deserves the best. Hell, Bro is even willing to pull out his silk sheets if Dave wants to spend the night in his bed. He’ll take away Dave’s shades and his eyes will be stunning against the bright red fabric. Bro had made the ludicrously expensive purchase with Dave in mind, but he hadn't been able to use the sheets more than once, too tempted to jack off to thoughts of Dave while still in bed with red burning behind his eyelids and silk pressed against his skin. Living room masturbation is far too risky, and Bro didn't need the additional temptation.

He almost gets lost in his own head, visualizing Dave spread out naked on the futon, but he pulls himself out enough to attempt to start working on channeling his thoughts into reality. “You really want that? Should I give you sex lessons while I'm at it, make sure you’ve got a well rounded skill set for the first time you end up in a fumbling pubescent boy’s bed while he sucks on your neck so hard it hurts and leaves a hickey for everyone to see? Or maybe it’ll be a girl and she’ll expect you to mark her up instead.”

Bro would be sorely tempted to kill anyone who thinks they have the right to leave any mark on Dave, nevermind a visible one, but Dave doesn't need to know that. To calm himself down, Bro pictures himself throttling the imaginary boy, making the lips that would dare touch his brother’s skin turn blue from lack of oxygen. It's a satisfying mental image, and Bro is able to pretend that such a boy won't exist for a while if Dave is just now asking for kissing lessons at seventeen. No one aside from Bro is allowed to leave marks on Dave, and for the moment he can continue to pretend that no one else ever will.

“Yes.” Dave rarely gives monosyllabic responses to anything, and Bro has to wave away his murderous fantasies to remember what he even asked.

When he realizes what Dave just agreed to, he laughs, sure it must be a joke. “Right. Your bedroom or mine? I'm sure the backdrop here really sets the mood. Porn on the TV, futon still in couch mode, dirty plates on the end table… all we need is one of those candles from your masturbation fantasy and we’re all set. Do you want me to spread the futon out and go get my nice sheets, really set the mood for you?”

“Here is perfect,” Dave replies, a sure set to his jaw making Bro consider for the first time that this might be serious. “And I don't believe for a second you have nice sheets anywhere in this dingy apartment, so don't go swanning off with that as your excuse to get out of this.”

“You sure? I might make you feel so good you never want anyone else to touch you. You'll be so sexed up that the first man or woman you try and get with will be nothing but a disappointment. You’ll make them feel such bliss that they won't be able to think straight, though, so maybe that’s worth it for you. Some people are into that, pleasuring their partner knowing that they’ll get diddly squat in return.” Bro has experimented with being a pleasure Dom himself, and though it isn't necessarily his preference, he can have fun with it. He’d say that teaching Dave the ways of the sex master would fall under that category, but it will be something Bro will relish in just because it’s Dave, even if he isn't a good lay and Bro will be the one doing most of the work.

“If you’re talking to make me run away, it’s not going to work. You can just say you don't actually think you can teach me.” Rather than stepping back, Dave steps around Bro, returning to the futon. He yanks on it so that it lays down into mattress mode before shifting as if to lay down himself, but Bro grabs his waist before he can move, holding him in place. He looks cool as a cucumber, but Bro knows that can't be how he’s feeling. Determined to break the facade, he takes off Dave’s shades, baring his eyes to the world. The nerves he expected are obvious in the slight squint and pinch of Dave’s brow, but there is a mischievous twinkle in his eyes that Bro wasn't expecting. Does Dave think he’s tricking Bro into this? If so, Bro needs to up the ante.

He flashsteps away, grabbing the silk sheets from the hall closet and returning nearly instantly to hip check Dave a bit to the side so he has room to make the bed. The process takes less than ten seconds due to Bro’s flashstepping speeds, but from the way Dave's eyes are wide as he stares at the blood red silk spread across the futon, he clearly considers Bro’s efforts a significant gesture.

Before Dave can overthink it, Bro sits on the end of the futon, tugging Dave into his lap to mimic a fully clothed version of the pose that the couple on the TV were demonstrating when he walked in the door. “Prepare to get schooled, little brother. Sex Ed lesson one: know when to shut your yap before someone takes you up on what you’re offering.”

To block Dave from responding, Bro leans in, kissing Dave again. He’s gentle at first, but as Dave starts to match him, moving his lips in tandem with Bro’s, he pushes forward with the lesson, licking across Dave’s lips so that Dave will open for him. There is a pause before Dave accedes to his request, lips parting just enough for Bro’s tongue to slip inside. Nearly immediately, it’s clear that Dave is overwhelmed, struggling to keep up with Bro’s tongue as it swirls around his mouth, but when Dave’s tongue chases Bro’s back into his mouth, Dave practically melts into a puddle of goo as Bro sucks on his tongue.

After that, some sort of fire seems to be lit in Dave, and he starts to give as good as he’s getting. He’s so skilled at it, licking and sucking and nipping at just the right times, that Bro wonders if this wasn't all a front. Dave has to have kissed someone before this. Bro doesn't know why he would lie about needing kissing lessons, but either Dave is a natural or he’s much more experienced than he let on, and the latter option makes Bro’s blood burn.

He thinks about Dave, held down by a girl as she has her wicked way with him, tugging his hair and sucking on his tongue before crawling up and making him suck on her nipples, putting his tongue to even better use. He pictures Dave, holding another boy by his hips and lifting him up to press him against the wall as he bites the boy's throat and strokes his cock. The mental images make Bro wild, possessive and wrathful and determined to wipe out any trace of another person touching Dave, but he won't show it. Bro’s selfish desires need to stay buried in the lock box inside his chest pretending to be a heart. All Dave will be able to see is his Bro, selflessly making him feel good as he teaches him how to pleasure other people. Whenever Dave touches anyone else, all he’ll be able to think about is how good he felt in his brother’s arms and how no one else’s touch can compare. That will have to be good enough, because Bro knows that Dave is not his to keep, no matter how much he wishes he could be. He loves Dave, but Dave can never love him the same way.

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Dave hadn't meant to fall asleep watching porn in the living room, but he can't say he’s upset with the results. Sitting in Bro’s lap after his first kiss is so perfect that Dave isn't convinced he isn't still asleep. He considers pinching himself to see if he’ll wake up, but if he’s actually awake already, Bro will never let him live down such an uncool reaction. Dave’s already given Bro enough material to tease Dave for the rest of his life in the last half hour; he really doesn't need to add to the list.

He wonders if that’s really the only thing Bro is getting in all of this—he can't imagine Bro, with all of his years of sexual experience, is particularly enjoying kissing a loser virgin who’s nearly made it to adulthood without even a single kiss. Bro probably usually goes for hot women with big tits who know how to bounce on his cock just right.

Dave looks down at himself for just a moment, grimacing. Fuck. He’s not even remotely close to what Bro must want in a partner. He should just be greatful that Bro thinks he’s pathetic enough that he’s willing to give Dave a pity fuck to show him the ropes.

Regardless of Bro's reasoning, one of the main reasons Dave had wanted to learn to kiss in the first place was because he hoped that maybe he’d be able to kiss Bro someday. He’d had a perfect ten step plan: learn to kiss, kiss a boy, make out with a boy, get good at making out, find someone to fool around with, lose his virginity, get good at sex, bring a partner home so Bro could hear how good he was at sex, kiss Bro after Bro has learned of Dave’s sexual virility, profit.

… Perhaps it hasn't been a perfect plan after all.

Still, Dave had been doing his best, and he doesn't know what to do now that he’s skipped all the way to step 9.5 of the plan without having ever kissed anyone other than Bro. Surely Bro won't ever want to fuck Dave again if Dave isn't a good lay, which means he’s going to have to learn the ropes quickly and put every ounce of his focus into making Bro feel good when he wants nothing more than to lay back and let Bro do whatever he wants to him. It’s possible that Bro would enjoy his partners acting like pillow princesses, but Dave doesn't know that for sure, and he thinks it’s better to err on the side of caution and be as active a participant as possible, regardless of his desire to let Bro take care of him.

Focusing on his plan is difficult when Bro is kissing his way down Dave’s neck, though. Dave’s just glad Bro hasn't commented on Dave’s kissing technique. He isn't sure that he would be able to stop himself from running away if Bro said anything about him doing a bad job. There have been multiple times tonight that he's considered fleeing, but something has stopped him every time. Perhaps part of him could sense the opportunity that was coming. He almost feels like he should say a prayer to a god he doesn't believe in as thanks for preventing him from running when he had the opportunity.

“Seems like lesson one is sticking pretty well. You’re stayin’ nice and quiet for me, not making any more promises.” Bro nips Dave’s ear as he practically purrs the words against Dave’s cheek. Fuck. That voice should be illegal. Dave didn't even know Bro could talk like that, but he feels like he might be able to cream his pants just from Bro talking to him if he isn't careful. “Lesson two: be noisy. Let yourself get loud if that's what your body wants.”

Dave stares at Bro, uncertain if he’s being messed with. Bro’s eyes look playful from what Dave can tell through his shades, but he doesn't think Bro looks like he’s lying. “Rule one is to shut the fuck up and rule two is to be noisy? Little contradictory there, Bro.”

“No no no, you've got it all wrong. Rule one was shut the fuck up unless you’re willin’ to put your money where your mouth is and pony up. You can talk all you want if you can stop your mouth from runnin’ away from you and writin’ checks that your ass can't cash. But rule two isn't about talkin’, it’s about sounds. What I'm saying is, if somethin’ like this feels good…” Bro bites Dave’s throat hard enough to leave a mark and Dave can't help the way he bucks in Bro's lap and groans at the sensation. It hurts, but it feels perfect, too. He can hardly focus when Bro starts talking again. “... Then let yourself be noisy about it. Just like that, good job.”

Dave whines. He honest to god whines like some chick in a porno who just got her nipples pinched for the first time. All that in response to one little “good job” feels like overkill, but evidently Dave's body doesn't agree. It’s careening off the racetrack from its enthusiasm about the praise, and Dave doesn't know how to grip the wheel to get it back under control.

When he looks up at Bro, unable to avoid checking his reaction, he feels like a deer in headlights. Bro’s pupils are so dilated they’re almost black, and Dave feels like he's staring into the void underneath Bro's shades rather than his usual fiery orange suns. Bro Strider has left the building and an even more threatening predator has been left in his wake somehow.

“Bro?” Dave's nerves shine through in his voice, but he can't bring himself to regret it when Bro closes his eyes and buries his face in Dave’s shoulder. Bro's shades are poking into his neck, but Dave thinks he’ll take that over staring into the abyss while the abyss gazes back any day of the week.

Though he doesn't want to admit it, parts of Dave have always gotten a bit of a thrill when Bro is being especially intimidating, looming over him after a strife or appearing out of nowhere in their apartment to scare the bejeezus out of Dave, and this new look in Bro’s eyes that makes Dave feel hunted makes his stomach swoop in much the same way. He doesn't want Bro to hurt him, though, as much as he enjoys the fear. It’s the threat Dave enjoys, not the violence. Right now, Bro is a threat, and Dave loves and hates it in equal measure.

Despite Dave’s conflict on the matter, he still lets out a sigh of relief when Bro pulls back with a less frightening look in his eyes after about thirty seconds. Instead, he looks almost tender in a way Dave has never seen, with a fire behind his eyes like he’s made some sort of decision.

“You want to get up and strip for me, baby?” The bottom of Dave’s stomach drops out at the pet name, and he can't stop himself from leaning forward like he can kiss Bro and steal the word from between his lips. He wants more. He wants every pet name under the sun if Bro is the one saying them. He’ll happily be Bro’s baby so long as Bro will keep looking at him like that. Dave wonders if he’s picturing someone else to evoke that expression, but he wants it to be just for him. If Dave were asked to describe it, he’d say it looks like Bro is in love, and it makes Dave ache with yearning.

“Of course. I’ll put on a show just for you.” Feeling bold, Dave presses a teasing kiss to the corner of Bro’s lips before standing up, remaining close between Bro’s spread legs as he starts to work on removing his clothes.

Without his shades in the way to get caught on his collar, removing his shirt is much easier than normal, and Dave does his best to pace himself and make the removal alluring like he’s seen women in porn do. It’s awkward, not being able to see Bro for a few seconds as the fabric covers his face, but he hopes he is doing a good job. Bro’s gaze is focused, looking Dave up and down as he sets his shirt to the side.

Removing his pants and boxers feels much less sexy—Dave trips on his pant leg as he tries to step out of it, and Bro has to reach out and catch him. He chuckles quietly as he grips Dave’s forearms between strong hands, though, so Dave supposes his embarrassment is worth it to hear the rare sound.

“You tried. Better luck next time, kiddo. Strippin’ gets easier with practice.” Bro ruffles his hair, but Dave doesn't want to feel like a kid right now. He wants to feel sexy.

Perhaps a little pissed at Bro for teasing him, Dave climbs back into Bro’s lap, looping his arms around Bro’s neck, putting on his best pout as he locks eyes with Bro and whines out a complaint: “Are you gonna help me practice, then? Let me put on a show for you every night until I can do things just the way you like them?”

Bro sucks in a gasp through his teeth, and Dave can feel his dick spasm from where he’s sitting. So Bro is interested enough in Dave that he enjoys the thought of Dave stripping for him on the regular. Dave can use that.

Still, he’s disappointed by the way Bro's gaze hardens after a second, a frown settling on his face. “Forgetting rule one already? We’re only up to two so far, surely remembering them can't be that hard.”

Oh. Bro thinks Dave was bluffing. That's an easy thing to remedy, though maybe he should be more nervous to open himself up for rejection like that. Even if Bro seemed like he was interested in Dave stripping for him, that reaction could have been about something else.

Still, Dave doesn't want to admit to making a mistake that he didn't make, so he tells the truth. “I meant it. Any time you want to see it, I’m here as your one man strip show experience. No tickets required, but no refunds allowed. Once the ride starts, those seatbelts lock you in place, and there’s no leaving until the show’s over and done with. So you better make sure you really want it before you commit.”

“No tickets required, huh? How easily do you plan on opening those entry doors, then?” Bro’s voice is blank, but he doesn't look as angry, so Dave can only assume that honesty was the best policy in this case.

“Oh, those doors are locked up tight. VIP admission only. It just so happens that you are at the top of the list, though, so you’ve got nothing to worry about.” Dave smirks, trying to look more confident than he feels about all but admitting his feelings. It’s fine. If Bro doesn't want this, he can just pretend that Dave is playing a part and letting his metaphors get away from him in the way they so often do, and they never have to speak of this again.

Rather than push him away, though, Bro rests a hand on Dave’s bare hip, rubbing circles on the skin that make Dave shiver. He feels like Bro’s eyes might bore a hole through him, they’re so intense as Bro thinks. Dave wishes he could know what is going on underneath Bro's stoic facade. His eyes look like he’s deeply considering Dave's words, but that could easily be wishful thinking. As good as Dave is at reading Bro, there have been times where he has imagined expressions on Bro’s face just because he wished they were there. It’s the hardest part about Bro’s poker face being so good—it’s so easy to project expressions onto him that aren't really there. Dave really wishes he were a mind reader, so he could know what is going on in Bro’s mind as they sit and stare in silence for what feels like an eternity.

“You sure I've got nothin’ to worry about? No one else on that VIP list ready to challenge me to a battle to the death because they want their chance to be with you, Gideon Graves and the Seven Evil Exes style?” Bro’s grip on Dave’s hip tightens, almost like he’s worried about Dave trying to get up and walk away.

“I’m more of a Young Neil than a Ramona, I think. No one else is angling to get on my VIP list unless they want to use it to get one over on someone else.” Dave doesn't think Bro is using this to fuck anyone else over, though. If he was, they wouldn't be pausing like this, spending time talking while Dave’s naked in Bro’s lap and willing to be touched however Bro wants.

“I dunno, I don't think you're any of them. Maybe Scott, completely underestimatin’ your own appeal, but you’re not that much of an asshole.” Bro gently bumps his forehead against Dave’s, miscalculating a bit when Dave presses back and knocks his hat askew. Bro sighs, taking the hat off and setting it to the side before running a hand through his hair. Dave wonders if it’s because he’s nervous, he’s self-conscious about possibly having hat hair, or if it’s an unconscious gesture representing some other emotion. Either way, Bro sighs before continuing. “Do you want me to lock that list down, scratch marks down the page so I’m the only VIP who gains entry until you’re ready to turn the page?”

Dave’s heart feels like it might beat out of his chest. If Bro is suggesting what he thinks he’s suggesting… “Yes! The page is all yours. Hell, all the pages are all yours, mark out the entire rest of the book if you want. Cover it in ink so no one else even has a chance to scrawl their name in the margins. No page turns required.”

Though Bro lowers a second hand to hold on to Dave from both sides, caging him in even further, he looks stricken. “Dave, don't promise me that. Don't promise anyone that. You sound like you’re proposin’ marriage or something.”

Dave would feel rebuffed by that, but Bro’s body language doesn't match the words he’s saying. If he wanted Dave to be less serious or for him to back off, he wouldn't be clinging to Dave and keeping him here.

“Well, we can't legally get married, but I'm certainly proposing something. Humor me and take me up on it? C’mon, the list is all yours. Just say you want it, and I'll take care of marking off the blank spaces myself.” Dave can hardly believe he’s being so bold, but he wants this so badly he can hardly stand it. This night feels like something Dave had thought was destined to be a dream, never coming close to reality, and the fact that a relationship could be within his reach is nigh unbelievable. He’s afraid that the opportunity will escape like a mirage if he doesn't grasp it firmly within his hands.

The moment Dave thinks Bro will finally agree, his gaze shutters, everything locking down. “Let’s just see how tonight goes. You can let me know if that’s still what you want once everything is said and done.”

Bro turns to deposit Dave on the bed behind him, finally pressing him down against the silk sheets he retrieved when Dave first suggested sex lessons. Dave wants to have sex with Bro—of course he does, who wouldn't?—but he thought he was going to get more than that, so the transition almost feels a little disappointing. There’s still the possibility that Bro isn't lying about revisiting the topic at the end of the night if Dave says he wants, but Dave doesn't know why they can't talk about it now.

It could be his age that’s the issue. Maybe Bro wouldn't want to be with Dave until he turns eighteen in a few more months. Or maybe it’s Dave’s inexperience. He might need to see if Dave is any good in bed before promising to commit himself to Dave the way Dave is proposing. Maybe it was the permanency of the offer that startled Bro. He might be willing to be with Dave in the short term, but Dave knows that Bro takes his promises more seriously than anyone else Dave has ever met, so the issue could be that he doesn't want to promise Dave short term commitment without testing a relationship first. Dave would understand any of those and could find a way to work with them, but he just wishes Bro would tell him which theory is right or if he’s completely off base and Bro hesitated for another reason entirely.

“Rule three: tell your partner if they do something you don't want. You look unhappy. Is sex not what you want anymore? You can go to bed if you'd rather.” Bro says that, but again, he’s the one pinning Dave down and preventing him from getting up if Dave was so inclined.

Perhaps Dave should have been paying more attention to Bro’s body language this whole time. It’s much more honest than his words, but Dave was too tired to focus on that when Bro first got home and then too distracted by excitement about the possibility of makeouts and sex with the object of his affections. He wonders what cues he probably missed early in the night. It’s too late to change anything now, but Dave knows he'll be paying better attention going forward.

“Sex with you is absolutely what I want. I thought I'd made that pretty clear, but I'm happy to repeat myself if you need the validation.” Dave smirks, rocking his hips up to brush against Bro’s still clothed erection. He can't believe Bro hasn’t taken off any clothes since his jacket and shoes. It’s unfair, really. “Are you going to strip for me, too?”

“You should always check in with your partner to make sure they’re still interested if they start giving off signs that they aren't. Especially when you’ve got power over them and they might be too afraid to tell you to stop. That’s not what I was planning for rule four, but let’s give it the number four slot anyway.” Bro rolls his eyes before pulling back, and for a second Dave thinks he’s going to demonstrate rule four by saying he’s the one who isn't interested anymore.

Instead, Bro pulls off his shirt, revealing abs that are so well formed that Dave wants to lick them to feel the ridges under his tongue. He’s determined that he'll find an opportunity to do so someday. He’s going to convince Bro that he truly wants a relationship at the end of the night if it kills him.

Bro stands up to remove his pants next, and when Dave locks eyes with Bro’s fully hard cock for the first time, he falls in love all over again. It’s long, thick, and curved slightly to the left. Dave doesn't think his own cock is all that embarrassing for his age, but Bro’s cock makes Dave’s look pathetic. Even though Dave has fingered himself and used toys before, it’s probably going to take them some time to get him loosened up enough to take that monster, but he’s more than ready for the challenge. He can't even focus on appreciating Bro’s thighs, massive and muscular, too focused on following the trail of hair between Bro’s abs and cock up and down over and over again. Saliva pools on his mouth, but he knows a blowjob isn't on the table tonight. He wants that thing in him.

Dave’s spent so much time worrying about his and Bro’s feelings tonight, but he pushes those aside now that it’s finally time for them to do the deed. He can show Bro how much he loves him by worshipping his cock. Then, once they’re both spent and sated in the aftermath, he’ll tell Bro he loves him and ask him to be his boyfriend. Surely that will be enough to convince Bro that he’s serious about the fact that he's been thinking about this most of his life and he knows what he wants.

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Dave spread out beneath him feels like a dream come true, but Bro knows that he needs to remain realistic. No matter what Dave says about wanting a relationship, Bro knows it is likely a heat of the moment confession, something Dave will regret when the post nut clarity hits. Which means Bro needs to help him nut so they can move on from this fairytale. Bro would be happy to exist in this moment forever. It will just be worse in the aftermath if he drags it out, though, so Bro doesn't let himself linger excessively, only staring long enough to be sure that he has memorized exactly what Dave looks like, flushed all the way from his cheeks to his chest with no clothes or shades to cover his reaction.

Grabbing the lube, Bro slicks up his fingers before teasing one at Dave’s rim. Dave is making little whining noises that indicate he wants Bro to get on with it, but he hasn't started begging yet, so Bro dips in the tip of his index finger, just enough to reach the first knuckle, before starting to wiggle and tease. It’s enough to make Dave’s face scrunch up, clearly dissatisfied. “Bro, you can put it in faster than that. I’m not a baby, I've fingered myself before.”

“Are you the one teaching this lesson?” Bro removes his finger entirely, sitting back on his haunches as he stares Dave down.

There is a brief moment of hesitation where Dave continues to pout, but his sullen answer comes eventually. “No. But I'm just saying, you don't have to treat me like I’m going to split in half if you put your finger in me. I can take it.”

Bro sighs, putting more lube on his finger, giving it absolutely no time to warm up before pushing it all the way in, earning a yelp for his trouble as Dave scrambles to grab his wrist to prevent him from moving immediately. “Uh huh, that's what I thought. You can take it? Don't overestimate yourself. Rule five: prep is important until you know your limits. You don't want someone to cause a tear by going in without stretching you properly beforehand or by not using enough lube.”

It feels wrong, giving Dave these rules, now that Bro has Dave’s request for them to be together lurking in the back of his mind. The rules were meant to keep Dave safe when he went off and had sex with other people, but if there is even a chance Dave might want to be with Bro rather than someone else, it feels like he’s cheating himself by telling Dave how other people should be treating him. It would be much easier to keep Dave all to himself if Dave has no idea how to ensure sex with other people is satisfying. Now that Bro has started the lesson, though, he needs to see it through. He’s going to teach Dave how to have good sex, and even if Dave regrets everything at the end of the night, at least Bro will know that he’s taught Dave good principles for the future. Teaching Dave how to protect himself has been an important part of how Bro has raised him, so this lesson is just an extension of their strifes, if Bro wants to think about it that way.

“Bro, please!” While Bro had been thinking, his finger had unconsciously started gently thrusting, and focusing again, he can see that Dave is clearly enjoying himself despite the fact that Bro rushed the initial entry.

“You want more, darlin’?” The pet name comes out without Bro thinking about it—he never liked using anyone’s name in bed, much too personal—and evidently Dave enjoys it by the way his cock jumps and his eyes widen as he stares at Bro, nodding his head.

Bro had expected Dave to yap nonstop once he started fingering him, making jokes about getting treated like a hotdog on a spit or a Chinese finger trap, but instead Dave's remaining mostly mum, just moaning and whining and whimpering Bro’s name. Though Bro loves hearing Dave talk, seeing this other side of him makes him want to crack open Dave’s skull to see exactly what’s going on in that pretty little head of his. As it is, Bro will have to hope that Dave obeys the rules he’s set down already and speaks up if anything is wrong.

Before adding a second finger, Bro completely withdraws the first, relishing in the way Dave’s hole clenches around him like he doesn't want him to escape. He adds even more lube to both his pointer and ring fingers before returning, watching how Dave clutches at the sheets and clenches his eyes shut as Bro pushes back inside.

“How’s that?” Bro pauses once he has pushed in as far as he can go, monitoring Dave’s face for a reaction.

Dave is panting like a racehorse, but he manages to open his eyes and get himself under control enough to answer. “Good! I’m so good. Ten out of ten I am completely chill right now. It’s a lot but I might as well be a rubber band for how easily I'm stretching to take these fingers right now. I’m the anal sex champion. Give me a dildo shaped trophy and call it a day, no one will ever be better at this than me. By the time you’re done stretching me, you’re going to want to wear me like a cocksleeve twenty four seven because I'll feel so good around your dick.”

Bro can't deny it, that thought is appealing. He feels his balls tighten, imagining Dave perpetually trapped on his cock. He’d done that with a smuppet once, put it on a harness and kept his dick snug inside of it all day. By the time he finally fucked it at the end of the night, Bro was so hot and bothered that he came after only a couple of thrusts.

If it were Dave trapped on Bro’s cock like that, it would be even better. He wouldn't be able to hold off his orgasm all day. He’d have to fuck Dave quickly in the morning, let Dave warm his cock all day, perhaps with one more orgasm in the middle of the afternoon, and then by nighttime when Bro would finally be ready to take Dave off, he’d be able to fuck him good and hard. If he’d already come twice that day, even with the constant warmth and pressure from Dave clenching around him for so long, Bro would still take at least half an hour of dedicated fucking to come again, at which point Dave would be a sobbing mess. He’d be so pretty, begging for Bro to let him come and finish things.

“Careful what you wish for.” Bro knows the promise comes out as a growl, more like a threat, but he can't help it. Especially not when he sees how Dave shivers and his eyes dilate at the tone of voice.

Even if strapping Dave to his crotch all day isn't really feasible, there are other, more accessible ways to do cockwarming for hours. Bro shouldn't think about that, though. He’s not supposed to be indulging in the fantasy of continuing this after tonight. He just needs to focus on making things as good for Dave as he can right now.

With that in mind, Bro starts the hunt for Dave’s prostate, and it only takes a couple of minutes of searching before he finds it, immediately stroking it again when the first touch makes Dave jolt like a live wire.

“Please! Oh fuck Bro I need you to fuck me. It's too good, I'm gonna come, you need to fuck me now please please please,” Dave is so panicked by the pleasure he’s experiencing that he tries to sit up and pull away, but Bro flexes his free hand to push him back down immediately, retracting his fingers with the other hand so that he’s no longer threatening to push Dave over the edge.

“Whoa, there. Hold your horses. You’re not ready yet. I've got to stretch you more first.” Three fingers should be enough, even with the size of Bro’s cock, so long as he takes his time. He doesn't want to hurt Dave, not in this way. Any hurt he’s ever caused has been for productive reasons, to help Dave learn to defend or take care of himself. Sexual violence wouldn't teach him anything.

Dave’s still clearly displeased, though, and Bro wonders if this was a good idea. Dave has seemed unhappy with the pace ever since they got naked. Maybe sex with Bro isn't what he imagined. Even if Bro is doing his best to give Dave a first time that’s so good it can't ever be replicated, he wonders if he isn't making it too clinical. “Come here for a minute.”

Bro flips them so that Dave is now the one on top, resting on Bro’s chest with their noses pressed together. Once Dave has had a second to orient himself, Bro kisses him.

Immediately, Dave's hands are grasping at Bro’s shoulders and he’s rutting against Bro’s stomach, smearing pre all over his abdomen. It’s almost as if as soon as Dave has been given permission, he’s desperate to clutch at Bro and rub himself against every inch of available skin. Briefly, Bro pulls back, allowing Dave to kiss down his throat as he starts speaking. “Rule f-”

“No more rules!” Dave cuts Bro off before he can continue, nails digging in hard, likely leaving crescent shaped indents across both sides of Bro’s shoulders. The pain is what makes him focus, staring at Dave’s face to see the way his eyebrows are furrowed in frustration. “You can teach me all you want after tonight. I’ll wear a schoolgirl outfit and everything if you really want to play up the teacher student dynamic. We can do detention and you can spank me for being naughty or whatever it is you need for this instruction fetish. Right now I just want you to make me feel like you love me. That’s my rule number one and it’s the only one we need for the rest of the night: at least pretend you love me and want to be with me. Okay?”

Bro flinches, frustrated with himself. He wants to do right by Dave as much as he wants to own him, and while trying to deny himself the second he’s evidently fucked up the first.

If Dave is going to set a rule, the least Bro can do is try and follow it.

“Alright. I'm not pretending to do jack shit. But I can make you feel that way, if that’s what you want.” Bro knows what he’s implying by both agreeing to the request and refusing to lie, but he hopes Dave is too frustrated to pick up on it. By the light in Dave’s eyes, though, he suspects he's being more obvious with his feelings than he’d like.

“Good. Then make love to me, Bro.” Dave is the one to lean in and initiate the kiss this time, and it's sickeningly gentle. Bro almost doesn't know what to do with it, but he closes his eyes and presses back against Dave, letting their mouths move softly together.

After a few minutes, Bro adds more lube to his fingers before trying to push in three. The angle isn't ideal, but it’s workable, and this way when Dave arches his back and tilts his head back to moan, Bro gets to kiss his way down Dave's throat, leaving marks as he goes. If tonight ends poorly, all of the hickies Bro has left will haunt him tomorrow, but for the moment, it’s worth it, seeing marks bloom on his skin and knowing that they will indicate to anyone else who sees them that Dave belongs to someone.

Dave clearly enjoys being fingered, moaning like a bitch in heat, but Bro loves it, happily swallowing Dave’s noises with his own mouth. It feels like he’s consuming Dave with every touch, stealing something that he’ll hold close to his heart for the rest of his life. Being able to do this, to know that Dave loves him enough to want this even for a moment, feels like Bro is riding a high more intense than anything he’s ever experienced before. It’s better than drugs, than alcohol, even better than a night at the club where the whole room is screaming Bro’s name at the end of his set. The attentions of hundreds of people don't compare to having Dave completely and willingly at his mercy.

Finally, when Dave’s eyes start to get hazy and his muscles feel less tense when Bro scissors his fingers, Bro flips them again. While he’d love to watch Dave bouncing on his dick, he doesn't want to make Dave do all the work this time, and he’d rather be able to plow him into the mattress.

His cock, neglected for what feels like forever, is almost painfully hard when Bro starts to spread lube across the length. Dave watches from underneath him, eyes fixated on what Bro is doing, so Bro puts on a bit of a show, jacking himself off slowly and flicking his thumb against the head in the way he likes best as he preps himself.

Before he can get too worked up, though, Bro lines himself up with Dave’s hole, swinging Dave’s legs over his shoulders. Dave squeaks at the new position, covering his eyes with his hands, before peeking through his fingers.

Dave must see something in Bro’s face that makes him feel confident, as he suddenly reaches out and pulls Bro's glasses from his face, tossing them over to the other side of the bed. Bro raises a brow, questioning. He could have stopped Dave if he was completely opposed to losing the shades, but he’s confused why Dave waited until now to complain about them.

“I wanted to see you. If you’re going to make love to me, it’s better for me to be able to see your eyes, right?” Dave’s words are innocent, but his eyes are mischievous. He knows what he’s implying by wording things that way.

“Oh, I’ll make love to you, Davey. I’ll do it so good that you’ll be ruined for anyone else.” Bro might end up claiming all of Dave’s VIP pages after all. He can't find it in himself to feel that guilty about the desire as he pushes inside, immediately crushed by Dave’s warmth.

Bro probably should have stretched Dave for longer, as even just the head being inside already feels like Bro is fucking into a vice, but Dave isn't complaining. Though Bro would have expected his eyes to be clenched tight from the pain, instead he’s staring right at Bro, eyes watery and smile wide.

Even as Bro continues to work his way inside for the next few minutes, Dave’s expression remains blissful, and his eyes never leave Bro’s, brimming over with an emotion that Bro is afraid to name.

“Are you ready for me?” Bro starts to pull back, ready to fuck Dave properly.

“Aye aye, captain. Ready to set sail.” Dave salutes. Bro can't even tell if he’s being ironic, and it’s enough to make him smile.

“Batten down the hatches, then. Off we go.” And Bro starts to thrust.

As much as he would like to claim that he is able to fuck Dave for hours, it’s likely closer to five or ten minutes before they are both panting and moaning and licking into each other’s mouths, desperate and on edge. Bro can't even think about what is coming next anymore, all he can think about is enjoying the moment and making Dave feel as good as Dave is making him feel as he reaches between their bodies and starts to jack Dave off. The hand braced on the mattress has its fingers twined in Dave’s hair, and Dave moans low in his chest each time Bro moves it to tug him forward

“Bro, I’m gonna-” is all the warning Bro gets before Dave is coming, the geyser spewing from his dick so powerful that come reaches up to nearly his chin. The way Dave’s whole body tightens up when he comes is enough to send Bro over the edge, and he thrusts thrice more before letting go, filling Dave before pulling out.

Rather than collapsing and crushing Dave, Bro rolls off to the side, unintentionally making Dave turn with him and cuddle against his chest because of the hand still holding him by the hair. “Fuck, sorry about that.”

“No.” Dave clutches at Bro’s chest, seemingly content to lay in the afterglow despite the fact that he’s a mess, come leaking out of his ass and smeared across his torso. “No apologies. That was perfect.”

For nearly a minute, it is silent, only the sound of their breaths filling the air. Bro wonders if this is it and Dave is going to wander off. He could take a shower and wipe away most of the evidence. The hickies will take longer to fade, but even then, in a week they would be able to pretend none of this ever happened. Bro would hate it, but he would accept it. He knew what he was signing up for when they started this.

Still, when Dave starts to speak, Bro looks down at him, locking eyes with a Dave who looks as serious as Bro has ever seen him. “I love you, Bro. I meant what I said. I don't want this to be a one time thing, I want it to be an every day thing. Maybe it’s not a marriage or a partnership or whatever the fuck else, but it’s what I want. I want you to choose me and no one else, and I want you to want me to be yours.”

Bro feels like he should offer Dave freedom one final time. He should reassure him that they can forget all about this in the morning if Dave wants, that Dave can have a normal boyfriend or girlfriend his own age now that he has the experience to woo any of them into his bed. He should push Dave away. A good person would say no.

Bro isn't a good person.

“I love you too. You’re all mine, now. No one else can even look at you wrong or I'll gouge their fuckin’ eyes out.” Bro smirks at the way Dave laughs, but he isn't kidding. He’s given Dave many chances to reject this, but if Dave is giving Bro the opportunity to have him all to himself for the rest of his life, Bro only has so much self control, and he’s going to take it.

Bro clutches Dave tight to his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of Dave’s head that makes Dave’s eyes burn bright, like the fiery balls of thousands of stars are contained within. He likes this, getting to make Dave happy, knowing that he won't have to hold back his twisted desires any longer.

They’ll have plenty of time together going forward, and Bro will be the only one to ever benefit from all the lessons he teaches Dave.