There was a heat wave, and the city went from a bustling metropolis to a ghost town. Temperatures didn’t normally go over seventy five degrees, so no one had A/C installed, including bars, restaurants, coffee shops, and schools. Practices were rescheduled after too many cases of heat stroke and sun sickness. Classes had to be canceled because none of the students were able to focus on their lessons, and fights kept breaking out in the hallways.
Kind of like the one brewing right now.
“I asked you to get me a fucking beer,” Dylan growled when his brother sat back down on the couch with a single can of soda. “You were literally just in the kitchen.”
“I forgot,” Austin said dismissively, pressing his soda to his chest. They were both stripped down to their underwear with every door and window open, fans whirring loudly and aimed directly on them.
“It was five seconds ago!”
“I forgot,” Austin repeated, giving Dylan an ‘are you fucking stupid?’ look. “It’s hot, I’m sleepy. Shut the fuck up.”
Dylan scowled at him. “Give me your soda, then.”
“Get your own!” Austin snapped. “The fridge is ten feet away.”
Dylan snatched Austin’s soda away before he had a chance to defend it. His brother was a sporty type with unreasonably fast reflexes. Austin, on the other hand, was a bit dainty.
He acted without thinking, launching himself at Dylan and tackling him to the couch.
Dylan couldn't remember the last time he and his brother had a physical altercation besides the occasional shove on the shoulder or swat on the ass, little stuff to mess with each other.
This was no normal sibling squabble. This was a fight to the death reminiscent of their younger years.
Dylan was bigger, but Austin, despite his angelic features, was scrappy–and not afraid to go for the nuts.
“I hope you’re impotent now you fucking psycho!” Austin yelled, jumping to his feet and putting distance between them. Once he was within grabbing reach, he stood no chance.
“I’m psycho?” Dylan wheezed from the floor where he was curled into a ball cupping his genitals, face, neck, and chest completely red.
Austin, not liking the attitude he was still receiving, took a step closer–a well placed kick might change his tune–but that ended up leading to his demise.
Dylan’s hand snaked out, hooking around the back of Austin’s stabilizing leg and yanking. Austin crashed to the floor on his back, breath knocked out of his lungs.
Austin saw red, prepared to claw his brother's eyes out, but Dylan was quick to show him that before the nut shot, he'd been going easy on him.
Dylan punched him in the face, and holy fuck, that hurt.
“Ow,” Austin whimpered pitifully.
Dylan paused mid swing and gave him an unimpressed look. “‘Ow’? That’s it?”
Austin pouted at him. “That hurt. I can’t believe you hit me that hard.”
Dylan gave a disbelieving laugh. “You just tried to neuter me with your knee!”
Austin sniffled. “That was so mean.” His lip wobbled.
Oh no. “Don’t cry.”
Austin released a choked sob, turning his head away, holding his palm against his cheek where it smarted the most.
“No, no, no!” Dylan said, hands hovering awkwardly over his baby brother. “Please, don’t cry! I’m sorry.”
Austin kept his back to his brother. In all honesty, he was playing it up a little bit. Yes, it did hurt, and yes, he was mad that his brother hit him back, but if he didn’t play it up, his brother might think that he could get away with hitting Austin. And that simply would not work with his lifestyle. He was a hitter when he was mad. Dylan was not. That was working well for them.
Dylan stooped down and bent over awkwardly, getting low enough that the only way Austin could avoid making eye contact was if he closed them. And why would he do that when his brother looked like an idiot crawling around on all fours, face a mix of horror and contrition. “What can I do?”
“Ice?”
Dylan scrambled to his feet and reappeared with an ice pack in record time.
He held it out to Austin, who stared at it blankly.
Dylan sighed and dropped to his knees, placing the ice pack on his brother’s cheek.
Austin stared at him, telepathically projecting his misery, blue eyes wide and baleful.
Dylan sighed. “What?”
“Kiss?”
Dylan huffed, but he lifted the ice pack and pressed a kiss to his brother’s cheek. It felt searing hot after the ice pack.
“Better?” he asked, voice a little rough.
Austin thought about it for a second, pout still in place, then he shook his head, wincing like the movement hurt his cheek.
Dylan rolled his eyes and kissed him again, this time lingering longer. He pulled back slightly and looked down at Austin. “Better?”
Austin shrugged uncertainly, then shook his head again. No.
Dylan pressed his lips against his cheek for even longer now. His lips brushed Austin's skin when he said, "What about now?"
Austin didn’t move, but his breathing picked up speed, and his belly felt funny and fluttery. Kind of like when he had a good laugh.
Without prompting, Dylan kissed his cheek again, this time with parted lips. Then he did it again. And again.
Over and over, he kissed his cheek, his jaw, his forehead, his chin, the corner of his eye, and then his lips.
At the first press of their lips, Austin froze. He would never tell his brother, but this was his first kiss. As if he sensed it, Dylan didn't move, just waited, sharing the same breath.
Austin tilted his head back, silently asking for more. Dylan obliged, pressing more firmly. Despite the heat in the room, the damp warmth of Dylan's lips against his own were welcome.
Dylan's tongue traced the seam of his lips, and Austin opened for him. Dylan's tongue delved into his mouth, exploring leisurely. Then hungrily.
Austin made a soft, breathy sound that Dylan swallowed.
Dylan, normally content to let Austin call the shots, took control of the kiss, pressing Austin back until he was laying on the floor, Dylan holding his weight up in a plank above him, never breaking the kiss.
Dylan dropped his hips to grind experimentally against Austin's groin, rubbing their bulges together. Austin's head tipped back, breaking the kiss, pink lips swollen, eyes feverish with arousal. His hips tilted up, seeking more contact.
Maybe this was their problem, Dylan thought, dick jumping in his boxer briefs. They normally got along well, but with the heat wave, they were just too hot and too goddamned horny.
Dylan yanked down his brother’s briefs, knowing that if Austin didn’t want to do this, he’d have no problem stopping him in the most unpleasant way possible, the brat. And yep, Austin lifted his hips helpfully so Dylan could divest him of his underwear, then he tugged impatiently at Dylan’s waistband.
Dylan sat up and shucked off his underwear, dick flying up and bouncing in the air like an eager puppy.
Austin stared at his brother's big dick and licked his lips hungrily. It was tanner than his, with more veins and a bigger head and just looked scarier and more intimidating in general. It looked mean. Austin liked it.
Dylan had suspected for quite a while that his brother was gay, and the ravenous look he was giving his cock was confirmation enough. Dylan had not suspected that he himself was anything but heterosexual. Yet here he was, hungrily taking in his brother's lithe form, soft, pale skin over sinewy muscle. Not minding that his pink nipples sat on a flat, milky white chest. Not turned off by his cute little white cock, fully erect.
Dylan went back to making out with his baby brother, finding his kisses addictive. He lined up their cocks so they could grind together, sweat and precum easing the slide as they rutted.
Austin didn’t last long, letting out a sweet, breathy sigh as he came, shaking and gasping delicately. He was like a girl, Dylan thought, if one overlooked the penis.
The hot cum pulsing from his brother's dick, creating a slippery slide sent Dylan over the edge and he grunted, spilling his seed against Austin's flat belly. Austin rubbed his back, petting him through it. Soothing him.
Dylan lay panting, coming down from his orgasm, half on top of Austin, the half against the floor pressed uncomfortably against the ice pack that was burning his bare stomach in an unpleasant way.
Austin started hitting Dylan's side. "Too hot!" he complained and kept hitting him until he rolled off, back digging uncomfortably into the coffee table.
Austin stood up, naked and covered in both of their loads. Beautiful and androgynous. Defiled.
Dylan's cock twitched in interest, even as he laid on the floor recovering.
Austin walked into the kitchen and returned with a beer, opening it and handing it to Dylan. Dylan took a long pull before muttering a thanks.
Austin picked up Dylan’s underwear and wiped the cum off of himself, then he picked up his own underwear and slid them back on.
He dropped Dylan’s soiled boxer briefs in his lap.
Dylan gave Austin a withering look. Austin’s eyes widened in alarm before he turned and ran down the hallway.
“Austin!” Dylan roared, jumping up and taking off after him.
Austin laughed maniacally, shrieking as his older brother caught up to him, lifting him off his feet by the waist and slinging him over his shoulder. Austin protested, of course, getting in a few half-hearted hits. Then he wrapped his gangly limbs around his older brother, clinging to him. For safety. Just so he didn’t fall.
